by Danika Steel
I waited with baited breath for Amber's reply, hoping she wouldn't surrender to his wily charms.
“No, I don't suppose you would be, so how do you see us getting to know each other more?” She was playing games with him and it surprised me as to where she'd learned this kind of behavior.
I'd heard enough and walked off to join some friends on the other side of the room to avoid watching her embarrass herself. By the time I turned to see how it was going, Amber and Trey had already gone. My heart skipped a beat but not in a good way. I was disappointed in Amber that she would behave in such a forward manner, but I knew it was the alcohol having an effect on her, not to mention the influence of Trey.
Half an hour passed and they were still absent from the party and I started to worry, deciding I would give them five more minutes and then I would go to look for them. They couldn't have gone far and hopefully wouldn't have 'gone' too far. The very thought caused a surge of jealousy which shocked me as I didn't realize I had feelings for Amber in that way. I couldn't wait the designated five minutes, I needed to know where they were right at that moment.
Leaving my friends, I walked out into the cold, crisp night air and listened. The only sound that reached my ears was the slapping of the waves on the side of the boats as they happily bobbed up and down in the ocean. The occasional creak of wood could be heard, but I wanted to hear voices, familiar voices that would tell me which direction to head search. Should I shout out, or would that alert them to my approach sending them further into hiding?
In the darkness, it was hard to make anything out without my mind playing tricks on me. There were several other partygoers hanging around outside, some were smoking, some were kissing; each one of them I closely surveyed to see if it was Trey and Amber. I couldn't see them and this worried me even more, if they were only getting to know each other, then why would they go off somewhere unless they were up to no good, it wasn't that I distrusted Amber, it was the fact that I didn't trust Trey.
I walked down towards the marina, the lights from the boats would give me more of a chance to recognize them if they were around. I suddenly heard Amber's voice and she sounded distressed. I followed the direction it was coming from and it led me to a boat that was moored in the darkest part of the marina. To make sure I wasn't about to make a fool of myself, I waited a moment for them to talk again. I could have been mistaken; it could have been laughter I'd heard. I heard Amber's voice once more and it confirmed to me that she was definitely not laughing.
“Trey please,” she begged, “I don't want to do this, I hardly know you and I'm not that kind of girl.”
That was enough for me; I didn't need to wait for her cry for help that I knew would follow soon enough.
Leaning over and looking into the stern of the boat, Trey was sitting on top of Amber with her dress bunched up around her hips, her arms pinned to her sides leaving her unable to move. Trey had his back to me and I couldn't quite see what was happening, but I could see the look of horror on Amber's face and it was enough to set my blood boiling.
“Get your hands off of her right now or I'll break both your arms," I said in a low menacing growl I hardly recognized.
Trey jumped up immediately and if his open jeans were anything to go by, I'd arrived just in time. It was dark so I was slightly blinded to the expression on his face, but as he crammed himself back into his pants, he looked down at Amber with a cold stare.
“Prick tease!” he spat, slapping her across the face and that was all the restraint I had. I punched him square in the jaw and started pummeling him with my fists. He scrambled away, his face and my knuckles bleeding. I drew a ragged breath and lunged after him, but he skulked off into the night without another word. Guys like that made me sick. He would prey on a sweet girl like Amber, strike her when she’d done nothing wrong and then run off with his tail between his legs when confronted by another guy who wasn’t going to let him get away with that kind of behavior.
Amber was still in the small boat, and I could see she was trembling. I quickly jumped on board and gathered her up in my arms.
“Oh Seth, thank God you came … he was trying to force me...” she sobbed, rubbing her arms where he'd had her brutally pinned down against her will. I put my arms around her and consoled her as best as I could. We sat for a couple of minutes in silence as she was clearly in shock, and I didn't really know what to say to her anyway. If I chided her it would be pointless, she knew she'd put herself in this position and she'd suffered enough, she didn't need me to tell her she'd acted like a fool. I was just relieved that she was safe and I'd got there in time, it could have been so much worse.
“I'm sorry Seth; I know you were trying to warn me. Why I didn't listen I don't know ...” she trailed off and I cuddled her up to me a little closer.
“It doesn't matter now, it's over and you're safe, but he's trouble and you know it. How about finding danger somewhere else eh? We'll find you a really big tree to climb tomorrow shall we?” I attempted a laugh but it wasn't really that funny.
Amber suddenly shrugged me away from her, “You see? This is probably why I did what I did. You all treat me like a child and what's more you all treat me like a boy, well I'm not a boy, today I became an adult and I wanted to know what it felt like to be treated like a grown woman!” she snapped angrily.
Her outburst amused me. “Amber you don't have to rush these things you know? Jumping into bed with just anyone isn't something you're going to respect yourself for in the morning.”
She looked back at me; the moonlight was filtering its rays onto her face, lighting up her already flushed cheeks. “Who said I wanted to respect myself in the morning?”
Sighing and replacing my arm around her shoulders, she allowed me to pull her close again. “Oh Amber…your first time should be with someone special, not a bastard like Trey Haughton who's only after one thing. He's the kind of guy who's only in it for himself, and trust me, he will not make it special for you, and you deserve to have that, Amber. You deserve to be treated respectfully; waiting for that 'someone special' will make it so much better.”
"Was it special with Becky?" she asked dryly.
"No, and that's exactly why I'm trying to caution you...I wish I'd waited for someone special," I admitted.
In a whisper Amber spoke carefully, “I have been waiting for someone special, but he only sees me as a child who needs protecting."
For a second I was speechless and couldn't move. Did she mean me? Did I want her to mean me? I loved Amber, I couldn't not love her, but did I love her that way? She was right, I had always seen her as a little sister....except when she walked in tonight wearing that scrap of a dress, but I'd always presumed she regarded me as a brother. I had felt an incredible pang of jealousy when I'd thought of her with Trey. In fact, when I thought of her with anyone else in that sense, I didn't like it at all. I realized from the heavy sensation in the pit of my stomach, I did have more than just friendship feelings for her.
As I looked into her face, the pupils of her eyes dilated; the crystal blue pools of color disappeared as the blackness expanded, overtaking the diameter of her eyes. She bit down on her lip and my stomach flipped, before I could say or do anything she leaned towards me and planted a soft, sweet kiss on my lips. It wasn't like kissing Becky and I held onto the somewhat chaste kiss for as long as she let me. As she pulled away, I gently brought her back, this time letting the kiss develop into something stronger, deeper and more urgent. Amber let me drive the pace of our passionate kiss and I felt so many emotions awakening inside me; I couldn't believe I'd never realized how much I loved this girl. This was not at all what I had envisioned for this evening.
I lifted my hand up to her face, stroking my palm across her smooth skin. “Where did that come from?” I asked gently, searching her eyes for answers.
“I don't know, but I've wanted to do that for such a long, long time.” She smiled.
We kissed again, but now our hands were wandering, and
I knew I was letting this move way too fast for how inexperienced she was, and the last thing I wanted was to scare her after what she'd already been through tonight. I couldn't still my hands or slow our kiss; the way our bodies moved together in unison was as if we'd been doing this together for years and I never wanted to stop. Finally, I backed away, careful not to make her think I didn't want this, I just needed to make sure she wanted this...with me.
"Are you sure you're ready?" I asked breathlessly, resting my forehead against hers, stroking the line of her jaw with my fingertip, delighting in the way she shivered in pleasure at my small touch.
"Yes...but--"
"Just not here in a dirty old boat?" I chuckled softly.
"Exactly." She sighed in relief.
"Come on, let's go somewhere better." I smiled as I stood, reaching for her hand.
I took her to my cabin on my father's boat. I spent a lot of time there...as much as possible and more importantly for tonight, I still had condoms there.
When we got to my room, we were both nervous and I was afraid she might have changed her mind.
I took a moment to put on some music, something soft and romantic that I knew she would like. I knew this would be her first time and I wanted it to be a night she would never forget.
Without a word I turned and pulled her into my arms and we danced, slow and sensual as I trailed soft kisses from her beautiful mouth down to her throat, and even lower along the plunging neckline of her dress where her perfect breasts practically spilled out of the thin fabric. I heard her soft moan of pleasure as my fingertips brushed over her nipples and I reached to kiss her again. I felt her tongue slip into my mouth and as it met mine with a timid little swipe, I pulled her even closer, deepening the kiss as she tilted her head up to mine, giving me complete access to her mouth. In that moment I was grateful for the little experience I had with Becky. We had been together long enough for me to become comfortable and confident with the act of sex and Becky never complained about my skills. Tonight I only wanted to give Amber pleasure and I was delighted in her response thus far. Her little moans of pleasure were driving me mad, but I wanted this to be special so I restrained myself from taking her fast and hard the way I wanted to.
My fingers traced down the column of her throat and she tilted her head back to expose her soft, silky skin; and God, she smelled so good, like fresh soap and strawberries. As I reached the swell of her breast again, I nudged the fabric aside to reveal the white lace of her bra.
“Take it off Seth,” her words fluttered past my ear.
I did as she asked, meeting her gaze as I slipped the zipper of her dress slowly down her back. I pulled the gray silk fabric down her soft, silky body and it was like unwrapping a Christmas present. In front of me was a pair of beautiful, perfect sized breasts covered in sexy white lace and underneath that lace was my reward. She had matching panties on, but they were miniscule and I'd never seen anything so beautiful in all my life.
She reached for my shirt, pulling it over my head and her breath came sharp and fast. As she breathed, the mounds of her breasts rose, spilling over the cups of her bra and I longed to touch them.
As if she was reading my mind she took a step closer, the tips of her breasts brushing against my bare chest and I wanted nothing more than to feel her skin against my own.
“You want to see them?” she asked.
I nodded like a lovesick fool, lost for words and caught up in the anticipatory sight of her naked flesh. She reached behind her back and I heard the clasp snap open, slowly she let the bra fall and there before me were Amber's plump, juicy breasts.
I was cupping them in my hands before I could blink. Just like the skin of her throat, they were soft, warm and had a slight energy projecting from them. I had to try with all my might to stop myself from trembling, it wasn't from nerves but from sheer excitement, an excitement that I was finding hard to contain in my jeans.
My fingers grazed across her erect nipples and she moaned again. As my nails passed over the tight little buds, she gasped in pleasure and I watched as she closed her eyes, arching her back to thrust her full breasts into my palms. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen and I wanted more, I couldn't believe I was doing this with Amber but doing it I was, and I couldn't wait to get inside her, but she needed more from me before she would be ready.
As my hands slid from her breasts down to her waist, she protested, but I continued on, caressing her full hips and cupping her lovely ass in my hands as I bent to take a nipple in my mouth. My lips closed around the tasty little bud and as I sucked softly, her hips bucked against mine and I could feel her soft body against my hard erection. She whimpered and pressed herself further into my mouth. There was an immense feeling of achievement washing over me and I felt even a little bit smug. I'd never thought much about my skills at pleasing a woman, but Amber seemed to be thoroughly enjoying herself so I continued on, pleasuring her with my mouth as my hands wandered over her shapely behind.
It was at that point that I felt her hand veering towards my crotch. I wasn't the only one being bold, Amber wanted to share the control and I was perfectly happy with that. My jeans were quite tight so the resistance was embarrassingly obvious. Sensing my discomfort, she began to undo my jeans. Struggling with my belt initially, she soon got the hang of it. I'd wanted to help her but I also wanted to do this at her pace. This whole experience had been a surprise to me but it had now become a two-way meeting of minds, we were both on the same page and it seemed the process was in full flow.
I suddenly sensed her panic as my erection sprang free and she held me in her trembling hands.
I stifled a moan, wanting to make sure she wasn't frightened, or God forbid, she'd changed her mind.
"Are you okay baby?" I whispered, stroking my palms down the length of her silky arms, trying not to focus on the sight of my hard cock in her hands.
"I don't have any condoms," she whispered, lifting her gaze so I could see the disappointment in her face.
"It's okay." I chuckled softly. "I have plenty."
"Oh thank God!" She giggled, and the sight of her nearly sent me over the edge.
Tentatively she took me in her hands again, and as her fingers entwined around my shaft it twitched violently in response to her firm touch, it was my turn to moan as a satisfied murmur left my lips.
"You are quite large," she murmured nervously.
I tilted her chin up to meet my gaze and I smiled to reassure her. "We will go slow and make sure you're more than ready," I said gently.
"Thank you Seth," she murmured shyly.
Why she thanked me I never knew, but I felt like I should be the one thanking her for the beautiful gift she was giving me. I think I still believed, even in that moment as we tumbled onto the bed, that she had chosen me to be her first, not because she had any true feelings for me, but because she was comfortable with me and knew I wouldn't hurt her.
She continued to fumble with my jeans and boxer briefs until I was naked and the only thing between us was that tiny, infinitesimal scrap of white lace between her legs. I was beyond mesmerized by her gorgeous body, and the infallible trust I saw in her eyes, but she seemed to be equally enamored of me.
I had never felt like an overly attractive young man, but I'd received enough female attention to know I wasn't without some appeal. I was tall and thin, but I'd spent a lifetime hard at work on the docks and then later on my father's boat. I was lean and hard and I was much more mature than other boys my age.
She trembled in my arms as I reached to remove her delicate panties and I took a moment to openly admire her with her glorious hair spilling across my pillows and her intoxicating scent filling my nostrils. I let my hands trail over her body, feeling the soft skin across her stomach and cupping her heavy breasts. I knew she was nervous and I wanted to continue to move at a pace she was comfortable with, so I kissed her gently, running my hands along the length of her body and back up her inner thigh, hesitating only a moment bef
ore plunging my fingers into her wetness, and God was she wet! She gasped softly into my mouth as I stroked her clit, swirling my fingers around the sensitive nub before slipping one finger inside her as far as her virginity would allow. She was warm, wet and so unbelievably tight, but she wasn't anywhere near ready for me.
I pulled her close and deepened our kiss, stroking her nipples as my kisses trailed between her breasts, down to her naval. I heard her sharp intake of breath as she realized my destination and I raised my eyes in question. She nodded, but she looked worried so I slowed my pace, trailing kisses along her inner thighs down to her knees and back up again. She was writhing beneath me when I placed a tentative kiss among her damp curls. Her musky scent was intoxicating and I couldn't wait to taste her as I slipped my tongue between her glistening folds, flicking her clit with the tip. She moaned loudly as I swirled my tongue through her wetness, kissing and licking her sweet little pussy until she came hard and wet in my mouth, her hands clamped tightly in my hair. I hadn't had enough of her yet, so I continued to torment her with my mouth until her second orgasm began to build. I pulled away to her protests and gentle sighs of pleasure, kissing my way back up to her breasts, trailing my hands along the length of her body. Her eyes were glazed with passion as I kissed her, letting her taste her own arousal on my tongue.
