Heart Damage Ch 02 Amber

It was Halloween; 6 weeks after I caught Lori making out with some loser, and I walked away from her.

Loser. He was making out with her and I wasn't, so the "loser" title is debatable I guess...

I was at Animal House. I had pledged there and would move in after finals. I spent as little time as I had to in my dorm since it still smelled of sex in my mind.

I was dressed as pirate. I had a bottle of Captain Morgan mixed with coke so I could drink longer and drank from a real coconut. Not the most original costume, but it was some $40 Halloween store purchase. Kind of a waste, or splurge, but worth it if helped me feel better. The $20 bottle of rum was probably a better investment, but a friend of mine suggested this costume. Heather was her name. She was one of the "Little Sister's" and had taken a liking to me because we had both gone to the same high school. Despite having around 400 people in our high school our paths had crossed and we were acquaintances then, and she really seemed to take me under her wing.

A sexy pirate chic slid next to me at the bar, "Arrgh, Matey! Give this Lass yer glass!" she said.

"Arrgh, first show me yer ass!" I said.

She spun around and flipped her slutty, flowy pirate skirt up, revealing a pair of lacy red panties and the tops of her red fishnet pirate stockings. The slutty "Pirate Mate" costume was the match to my male "Pirate Captain" costume.

"Fair enough," I said, sliding my coconut glass over to her.

"I'm Amber," she said, all bubbly like. "Heather said to come over and say 'Hi, wanna float my boat?' so, here I am!"

"Brad. I mean, 'Argh, Captain Brad'," I said.

Amber was almost my height, dirty blonde, nice perky tits in her white puffy pirate shirt. Long legs. If she was 5'7", she had about 5 feet of that as legs. Toned, beautiful legs...

Heather sent her. I don't think Heather was attracted to me, but like I said, she took a liking to me. It sure felt like Amber was hitting in me, but I was feeling less-than-confident at the moment. I was coming out of my funk, so maybe Lady Luck was smiling on me.

We shared my bottle, ditching the coconut. We danced fast, we danced slow. We finished the bottle of Captain& Coke, and went to look for more, but as soon as we were out of the barroom she said, "Let's get out of here."

"I can't get booze anywhere else. I'm only 18," I said. As soon as I did, I felt like I ruined my chances.

"Me, too. But let's see what kind of trouble we can get into around town."

As we talked, I found out she was Heather's cousin from Cedar Rapids originally, and was a freshman at Grand View in Des Moines, about 45 minutes away. She was a business major.

We popped into 3 more parties and a beautiful woman can get booze anywhere on a college campus, but in spite of that, we didn't drink anymore.

"Wanna head back to your place? Heather texted and wondered if I was staying with her at the Gamma House."

Okay. Drought over. Even if I didn't get laid, my confidence was coming back. We walked back to my dorm, playing grab-ass and giggling the whole way. We were alone in the elevator so we were all over each other, and barely made it halfway down the hall to my room.

Once inside, we started taking each other's clothes off between kisses. Her red stockings and panties were matched by a barely-there red lacy bra, supporting perfect tits.

I went in between them and breathed in their feel as I kissed them. I wanted to take the bra off, but if a woman has a match set of lingerie, she wants it to be appreciated first. I may not have had much experience, but I had enough common sense to know that.

Our hands were all over each other and I didn't mind when she pulled my boxers down, freeing my cock, causing her to gasp and grip it.

I figured it was safe to pull her tiny panties down at this point.

Her pussy had a tiny triangle patch shaved to dimensions just smaller than the fabric of her thong. Some work had gone into it, but it wasn't enough to disguise her wetness. My cock was already leaking precum.

The 2 middle fingers from my left hand glided over the patch of hair and found her crevice and slid inside.

"Mmmahh, uuughhh," she moaned and her knees buckled just a little as her pace on my cock increased.

"I want you to taste me," she begged.

We moved over to my bed, and she pushed me down first, "Let me ride you," she said.

I lay on my back and the most beautiful sight known to Man happened next; first, both knees were next to my left shoulder, then she moved her right leg next to my right shoulder, fully spreading herself open directly over my face. The tone legs, the curve below the ridges of her muscles coming to a plateau at her pink pussy lips and hairy triangle. Her lips hung down from a single point and they slightly opened, like a curtain. A curtain revealing a stage and a little peak of Heaven behind them.

I placed my hands on a firm set of asscheeks, dropped my thumbs down to either side of her lips, and spread her open, just as I felt her mouth slide down on my cock. My thumbs opened her up a little bit further, revealing her tunnel leading to her womb, but I was more concerned with the front part of the stage. My finger dipped into her hole, causing her to moan and drip. Her mouth felt amazing on my cock and as much as I wsnted to explore, I had to catch up...

As my tongue licked from her clit to her opening and drove in, she moaned, the sound muffled by my cock in her mouth.

Heaven, honey and berries. And pussy.

I contined to explore her pussy with my fingers and tongue as she worked my cock harder and we both were making grunts, slurps and moans.

"Enough..." she gasped, and slid down my body and impaled herself on my cock, slamming her hips into my hips. When she bottomed out, she paused.

"Fuuuuhhhhk!" we both moaned at the same time.

Her pussy was wet, warm and soft, yet was firm on my shaft. It felt so natural and raw...

RAW! No condom on and I never gave it a second thought until she said, "Fuck me! Fill me with your cum! Fill me up!"

I knew but didn't comprehend that I was about to paint her womb white, and when I did, I could feel her pussy grip down and milk every drop out of me. Several minutes later, I realized what we did.

But I didn't care.

Neither did she.

We breathed heavily, me still inside her with her beautiful ass still pointing at me. She squiggled and wiggled a bit, squeezing me, trying to keep me inside, but as I softened the action caused me to fall out with a "plop", followed by a river of cum. I guess if I wanted her womb painted cum-white I may have to give her a few more coats.

"I need to clean up," she said. She went into the bathroom across the hall and cleaned using a washcloth and came back a few minutes later. As I got up to do the same, she asked me to stay and cuddle.

Ugh. "Let's talk about our feelings...."

Okay, it wasn't quite that, but I did enjoy getting to know her. She was in the National Guard- newly enlisted anyway, and after finals will go to Basic Training and AIT in Fort Leaonard Wood, Missouri, take the whole next semester off, then come back to college next fall.

According to the clock we talked for about 90 minutes with casual play for about 45 of that.

I was getting to the point I could hardly stand it. Despite a quick clean up job her pussy was still creamy with my cum and my cock was slick with earlier activities. But I had to piss.

Almost in a whisper, she asked, "Do you think we can take a quick shower together, then go again?"

"What's the worst that will happen? I move into Animal House a few weeks early? I think we can sneak in a shower," I told her.

It was quick. I had a robe for me that I let her borrow. I snuck across the hall only in a towel, saw we would be alone and gave her the all clear. I peed, shared a quick "business shower" with Amber, and we scampered back to my room still wet. We toweled each other off rather quickly- and poorly I might add- and then hopped back into bed.

We lay together, facing each other in an awkward embrace, and kissed. Felt, touched, kissed some more.

Finally, Amber shifted, rolled onto her back, opened her legs, and said softly, "Take me. Romantically this time. Let's go slow and explore."

I dont know that we really "explored" each other, but she took my hard cock and played with her lips and rubbed my tip all over, getting it slick. I resisted the urge to just THRUST! My patience were rewarded when she finally thrust her hips at me, taking me about halfway in. I lowered myself on top of her and slid the rest of the way inside her.

I kept my legs pretty close together so my pubic bone ground down on hers. She shifted, grinding her clit using me, and soon had her first orgasm.

I then got up on my knees and opened her up, holding her legs straight up, then, locking the back of her knees on the front of my shoulders and drove into her.

Watching me slide all the way inside, then withdrawing until I could see the tip of my cock kissed by her lips, glistening sex juice all over the shaft, then sliding back fully inside her was hot!

I wasn't real experienced. I knew what Lori and I had liked. I won't say Amber was "too experienced"- when we talked she had had a couple of partners- both long term boyfriends, so our experience was similar; but our bodies were definitely in sync. Part of me wished we had recorded it...

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One more round, breakfast, and I took her back to Des Moines to her dorm. We talked. She wasn't looking for a boyfriend, and I wasn't sure I wanted a girlfriend, but we definitely wanted to..."get together again."

The problem we encountered was that I had National Guard drill one weekend a month, and even though she hadn't gone off to Basic Training yet, she still had drill- usually another weekend. Plus her..."female maintenance"... sometimes fell around the third weekend. She said it was pretty difficult to delay or speed that process up to my drill weekend in such a short time.

But Thursday nights worked for a quick house call, and there were a few nights we just made it a supper date and enjoyed each other's company in public. Before we knew it, Finals Week was here. As luck would it, we were both done by Wednesday and neither of us had drill.

I headed down to Des Moines and we didnt leave her dorm for 3 days. At one point I thought she was trying to get pregnant. She would have to take a pregnancy test at the Military Entrance Processing Station before she headed out for Fort Leonard Wood, so in a few weeks we would know. Honestly, I didn't care one way or the other.

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I knew the importance of having your name called during Mail Call. I told her during our last weekend that I would write once or twice a week. I averaged 3 times a week.

Sometimes it was just a quick, "hey, I wanted your name called," If I had an idea as to what training was, I would give her pointers; "Okay, when you go out on your first roadmarch, make sure you wear nylons. It will help prevent blisters." Or, "By this stage they will trust you more. We found the most effective way to..."

Sometimes it was, "Heather came over and we found a new restaurant..." or something I did "back on the block" (our term when I was in basic for those back home).

Her response: "Heather said you guys go out about once a week- do I need to worry?! Just Kidding"

One time I sprayed the letter with my cologne. Didn't know if it would be a hit with the women the way it was when someone in the platoon got a perfumed one, but figured I'd try.

Her response: "OMG, I LOVED that! I went into the latrine and jilled myself, 3 fingers deep! It reminded me of our second- no, third time, when you 'juiced my box' and made me squirt. You remember that? (If not, I jilled off before writing this...)"

I can't say for sure, but my mind said I could smell her pussy. Probably not, but our letters got better after that.

As luck would have it, Ft LW was about a 9 hour drive from Ames, she had a 3 day pass after Basic Training Graduation, it fell during Spring Break, and I did not have drill...

She was supposed to stay "near post", but since there is nothing private near FT LW, we disobeyed orders and went to Springfield.

We checked into a mid hotel that asked no questions, respectfully went up to our room, and as I turned to hook the chain on the door, she attacked me.

"Fuck me HARD! No foreplay! Your letters were enough foreplay!"

That goddamed womens' army uniform is not attractive and takes way to long to carefully remove when you are in a hurry!

"I did bring condoms-" I started to say, but she grabbed them from me and threw them against the back wall.

"No condoms. Pull out if you want, or if you think you can. To make it dangerous, I only started retaking my pill less than a week ago, but it shouldn't be risky yet."

I didn't think I could, nor did I want to.

Or first time was her bent over the table next to the tv. She still had her tunic halfway on and I drilled her from behind. I had cum several times while she was gone, and she said she had also, but my first load was like a firehose putting out the raging fire in her pussy. Honestly, it was a lustful ragefuck, and not our best.

Our second was after our shower, and more sensual. Missionary, looking into each other's eyes the whole time.

The third was all about her, at first. I gave her the best massage I could. Her body was firm before, but she now had a tight, lean, sexy body. I really intended to massage her muscles for as long as my hands could, but my dick got real stiff, almost to the point of aching.

Still on her side, lifting her top leg up into a "canopener" position, I slid between her moist lips and thrust. I changed my angles until I was pounding her G-spot and my finger rubbed her butthole while she rubbed her clit.

We were rather loud and were asked to either quiet down or leave.

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I kept writing Amber and saw her after she returned back to Des Moines. She didn't get pregnant, or if she did, she lost it. Our story didn't end right there, but it did take a timeout. Thanks to Amber, I had forgotten the pain of Lori, and had even forgiven Lori. I had a sense of loss when Amber and I didn't immediately get back together upon her return, especially after Heather told me Amber had a boyfriend.

I felt a little shame, but relieved, when Heather told me Amber broke up with that guy. We still talked a bit, but our passion had taken a break.

(Next Chapter- Heather)