While Amber thought I was a fantastic lover, she did offer her own advice about improvements I could make. And I listened and learned. She taught me how to caress a woman, how to help her get more excited during foreplay, how to eat pussy, how to change rhythms while screwing to get maximum effect and stimulation. This stuff became invaluable to me in my future sexual conquests. It laid (pardon the pun) the ground work for everything that I was to learn on my long and pleasant journey of seducing the opposite sex. One of the most important things that she taught me was to look for the signs to know a woman was interested and how to go for the score, and more importantly, how to make that woman ready and willing to go right then. Of course, it all depends on the particular female, but these tips helped if the female was willing to speed the process up significantly. And I soon found, they worked!
While I was totally into Amber, she was hot, beautiful, horny and thought I was a stud. I also knew that I was just revenge sex for her. A way to get over Hank, who she had been set to married before he got caught fucking the flat-chested slut. So, it was both good for me and bad for me because I was developing strong feelings for her. I was getting laid every day, but I was still a guy with his "first" girlfriend. I was developing an emotional connection. Yet, I understood how quickly it could end when it did, so when the opportunity came for a late-night quickie with another girl, I did not say no.
So the night I am talking about, Amber and I had a sexual rendezvous planned for that night. Her roommate was gone for the weekend, so we headed to her place after her shift at the pool. It had been a very long session. I had eaten her pussy on the couch, she had sucked me off in the bathroom, I had taken her once in the bedroom, once doggie-style over the kitchen table, and finished with a spirited bout on the couch where I pounded her tight pussy through seemingly endless climaxes. As I dressed to go home, a smiling bleary-eyed Amber lay on the couch with legs widespread and cum dripping out of her overflowing cunt. She looked at me with glazed eyes and said, "God, I love your cock. You are always ready, and it never goes down."
It was true. I had found out a lot about the gift that Mom and Dad had given me in the past month of fucking Amber. Where before her, I thought I was a freak of some kind, I now knew that I was really a physical marvel. My teenage cock was long and thick, I had incredible stamina, I rarely lost my erection even after ejaculation, my balls seemed to produce gallons of the creamy white stuff, and I was horny all the time. Part of that was because I "was" young! That is natural, but part of it was the genes my parents had passed down. Before, I had wacked off about 5 to 6 times a day because everything got me excited. Now that I knew I had Amber around, I could wait and enjoy the sexual game and tension. It completely changed how I thought of myself. In the past three weeks, I had changed from a shy young dude with no real interest or purpose to a confident young man with a swagger to his walk and unafraid to talk to people. I glowed with a new self-confidence, and everyone seemed to notice. Certainly my mother did, but other females as well. Females from teenagers to MILF's seemed to suddenly see me and want to know more about me. My mother seemed to think it came from a successful move to a new town, but I think the women seemed to sense that it was more. My new self-confidence came from the huge rod in my pants, and my ever-increasing ability to use it well.
So, my quickie or my second sexual conquest (however you would like to look at it) took place that night as I rode home on my bike. I was thirsty after my energetic session with Amber and stopped at a market/gas station to get a drink. The place was just about to close, and I dashed in to get an energy drink. The place was empty, there was no one around and it gave me a spooky feeling to be in there. I went to the drink cooler to get my energy drink and crossed up to the counter. No one. I called out to see if anyone was there, again nothing. This was getting little weird. I was about to put some money on the counter and get out of there when I heard someone call out from the back, "I'll be right there." I waited a couple of moments, and boy, was the wait worth it! A tall young woman who seemed to be around early 20's came out of the back. She was dressed extremely goth, especially for my small town. She had olive colored skin and long dyed raven black hair that was shoulder length on one side and was buzz-cut on the other. The long ends of her hair were tipped with blue and red. She wore an off the shoulder black top that showed off some nice cleavage and that stopped a few inches above the waist of her purple plaid micro mini skirt. Several inches of her taut tanned stomach were exposed, and a jewel flashed from her belly button. Her long legs were encased in a pair of black leather thigh high boots with three-inch platforms on the bottoms of them. Her lips were painted a pale white and she had on deep blue eye shadow. She had a deep-blue jeweled stud from a piercing just below her lower lip, and her left wrist and forearm were covered with an amazing flower tat that worked its way up toward her shoulder. While the parts individually may have not worked, put together they were stunning. Even though she was on high platform shoes, she seemed to glide across the room, her nice-sized breasts bouncing with each step. I was speechless. She was mesmerizing. I was totally in awe. Her sensuous movement hypnotized me as she moved. Her swaying hips, the movement of her breasts under the silky fabric of her top and the legs that seemed to go on forever. As she walked behind the counter, a heady perfume of lavender and something else filled my nostrils. She smiled and explained that she was in the bathroom. As she spoke, I noticed her tongue was pieced by a metal stud. "No problem," I said as she rang my drink up. As she gave me the change, her hand accidently touched mine and an electric current seemed to surge through both of us. We stared at each other for a moment, not moving or speaking.
It was almost as if I was outside my body watching myself, as I realized that this was one of those moments that Amber had been telling me about. Since fucking Amber for the last month, I had come to believe that I was a fairly good-looking guy. I was no longer the skinny, squeaky-voiced runt I had been when Dad had passed, now I was an attractive young man with a swimmer's build. At 6' 1", I had a toned upper body with abs, and defined arms and legs. This goth goddess seemed interested in me, and all I had to do was talk her into letting me fuck her.
With a false confidence that I really did not have, I withdrew my hand and smiled at her. Then I casually asked her about the tattoo on her arm and she was off and talking. For the next fifteen minutes, this wanna-be goth with a soft Southern lilt to her voice talked about everything in her somewhat boring life. How she dropped out of school, her ex-husband and marriage (she was 23), her wish to go to college, why she worked this crummy job, how she longed to be different, and how hard it was to be so different in a small town. I listened calmly and tried to be interested in what she was saying, yet the entire time I was really lusting after her incredibly tight fuckable body. Along the way, she also let it drop that she had more tats and piercings in several locations. I waited for what I hoped was a long enough time and politely inquired about her other tats and where they were. She smiled a devilish smile and turned to show me a Chinese symbol for passion on her left shoulder. Then she lowered the back of her skirt to show me the colorful tramp stamp that spread across her lower back. Then she looked around as if looking to see if anyone was coming in the door, and slowly unzipped her right boot down to her knee and pulled the leather back to reveal an old-time pinup girl on her inside right thigh. The entire time she was turning and moving to show me the different tattoos on her body, she was flashing me with everything she had. I saw down her top and realized she had no bra on. Both times when she showed me her pin-up girl and tramp stamp, she flashed her leopard print panties at me from under her ridiculously short skirt. In spite the fact that I had already cum three times that day, my cock was at full attention as I watched her bend and turn to display for me.
I already knew that this girl thought I was older than 18, and I was felt pretty positive she would fuck me. However, my challenge was to get her from wanting to fuck me on some future date to fucking me now. I didn't want to date this goth, I just wanted to sink my long cock in what I knew would be her very tight cunt. I was still in "love" with Amber, but what young male with an over-developed libido could resist this lovely Southern belle even if she dressed like a circus clown?
After showing me her pin-up girl, she looked up at me with a come-hither look, and I could only ask the next obvious question, "Do you have other ones as well?" Goth Girl looked at me with a teasing look and mentioned that she "had another tattoo on her left calf, and two on the tops of her feet". Then with a kittenish tone to her voice, she hinted she had one more major tat and three piercings "in places that she could not show me". With that statement, she paused and just smiled at me seductively with her white lipstick covered lips. Now was the moment of major decision for both of us. Would I ask what I thought she wanted me to ask, and would she respond the way that I wanted her too? This was the tricky part, the part that separates the men from the boys. If I asked wrong, or pushed too hard, or acted like the typical teenager that I was, this was over. It was like leading a horse to water. You can lead it, but then you may have to coax it to drink. Unsure of how to proceed, I decided a bold and direct approach would work with Goth Girl.
"Will you show me those special ones?"
Goth Girl's soft, dreamy look changed as though I had slapped her. Gone was the come-hither, fuck me look. I had pushed to hard too soon. She smiled a grim smile at me, and said, "I don't know you well enough to do that."
Busted! I had bombed out! I was done. I was toast. I should just take my false sense of self-importance out the door now and go home. I should enjoy my fond fantasies of Goth Girl while masturbating in the privacy of my bedroom. Yet, with nothing really to lose, I pulled a very old trick out of the hat. "If you show me yours, I will show you mine."
"You have a tattoo?" She asked suspiciously.
"I have something better," I said encouragingly.
