Chapitre 80: rf
Developments with Amber (2,145 Words)
My life was looking up, in general. I kept drawing, my skills at art slowly but steadily improving, and my bank account filling up. I was a long ways off from the fantasies of joining the ranks of the idle rich that motivated me, but I was getting thousands of dollars. I was making enough that I was thinking of actually buying my first car. It wasn't going to be a BMW or anything, but with thousands of dollars in the bank...
I got my dad to help me enroll in Driver's Ed, eventually got my learner's permit, and lucky for me, driving was a skill too. It ticked up much faster than I think a normal person's would have, to the point that I was noticing and anticipating things on the road that my own father didn't or wouldn't. You know, that guy up there is going to turn in so the car in front of me will slow down so I need to make sure I have distance between me and him to avoid any risks of that nature.
With football itself... I started to realize just how good I was on the field, now that I was thinking of it as a possible career path rather than just something to grind up my stats with. Part of it, obviously, was that I had spent the months of practice increasing my stats, and I'd leveled up a couple times to boost my Int and Wisdom, which, even if they weren't the primary part of a football career, certainly didn't hurt any. But part of it was now I was thinking, Okay, how can I win? instead of, How do I earn more stat points?
The result was that I mostly just stomped the other players whenever I had the ball, particularly with my new Break Through skill. If I had the ball, I could just run faster than everybody else, slip into whatever the most open space was, and cast aside any would-be tackles on the way to the end line. It was a crazy thing to pull off. The coach even tried this experiment where the opposing team got a couple extra players, and I still could just stomp on through.
I tried not to let the praise I got from him and the other team members go to my head - I had just gotten lucky to have this superpower. If I hadn't gotten it... I had no idea what my life would be like, but it certainly wouldn't be as cool as this one.
Even things with Amber were just getting better. You might think, how could they get better? I was having sex with a cute girl who liked me. But, she also started blowing me around that time, and while at first she wasn't that good at it, she worked really, really fucking hard to get good at it. I reciprocated with some cunnilingus of my own, and fortunately the sex skills tended to have a lot of overlap, which meant I was soon making her come faster and harder with my mouth than she could hope to with hers... which had the nice effect of making her blowjobs become even more enthusiastic and frantic as she tried to outdo me, which was just... she was so sweet, so sexy, and damn horny too. We started to fuck more and more frequently.
It was, in fact, Amber and our increasingly active sex life that lead to the first problems. While we could (mostly) keep our hands off of each other at school, it started to seem like she was at least as horny as I was, but she had a lower Wisdom score. Fucking in the school bathroom's may have been beyond what she was willing to do, but her visits to my place while claiming to be out with friends got more and more frequent. I knew even then that it was a bad idea, that it greatly increased our chances of getting caught... but I weighed up the costs and benefits. The benefit was sex, and Amber getting her sexual desires met, and feeling confident in our relationship. The cost was that, potentially, we could get caught.
But I had a high Intelligence and Wisdom, so the odds were lowered... even at the time I knew that wasn't true. There did, apparently, seem to be some point of teenage horniness that overrode common sense, and that was around when Amber started whispering in my ear during lunch about coming over to my place again, while her hand stroked along my thigh, the backs of her fingers brushing against my cock.
"There is one other thing..." she said, softly.
"Yeah?" I asked her. My voice was actually steady, despite her teasing, thanks to Gamer Mind or Gamer Body.
"I was thinking... you like me, don't you?"
"Definitely," I agreed.
She bit her lip. "You're really good at sex," she said, in this soft, earnest voice, gentle and sweet.
"Thanks," I said, with a small laugh, earning a smile from her.
Her hand slid from my thigh over to my cock, gently stroking it through my pants. "Jenny's single right now, and I may have floated an idea to her." I honestly had no idea where she was going with it at that point. High Intelligence didn't make me a mind reader. "So... you know..." she trailed off, blushing a bit. I really didn't know - I shook my head. "What about... you fucking her... then me?"
I... had no idea how to respond to that. I just let out a soft breath as she continued to stroke me. Wisdom was telling me this was a bad idea, open relationships tended to be more unstable, it introduced all kinds of potential break points, polyamory tended to be more unstable, monogamous relationships relied only on one single relationship being strong but ones involving more people relied on exponentially more. Teenage horniness was telling me that it was a great idea, because I would get to fuck Amber's cute friend, and Amber couldn't get mad at me for doing that, since she'd been the one to bring it up.
One nice thing about high Wisdom, though, was its capacity to keep marshalling arguments until it broke through your stupid teen brain. The next one it brought up was the possibility that Amber was just suggesting this because she felt inadequate, since I had Gamer superpowers and she was just a cute, sweet, normal girl I liked a lot. That sufficed to make me grab her wrist and gently pull her hand out of my groin. Love is stronger than reason, I guess.
"You're not just doing this for me, are you? You're great, just the way you are, Amber," I told her, and she blushed brightly at that.
"No... I... figured you'd be into it," she said, in this quiet, mumbly way, her gaze going down to her knees.
"I'm into you," I told her, which made her blush harder. "Do you want to do it?" She nodded minutely. "Why?"
"It's... hot... seeing other girls get fucked..." she got out, each little phrase seeming like it was achingly difficult to express. "That's the kind of smut I read..." she added.
I thought about it. We could build up to it, right? That made more sense, didn't it? "Why don't you give me some recommendations for that kind of smut, then?" I suggested, and she nodded rapidly, just glad I wasn't upset with her for her proposal. "It does sound hot, but I don't want to rush into things and mess up what I have with you." She blushed almost crimson at that.
Obviously, I quickly devoured all her recommended authors and stories. They tended to be on the fluffier end of things, written from the perspective of the 'main girl,' watching her boyfriend or husband have sex with a friend of hers. Some of them flexed out of that area, though, going into situations where she was forced to watch him cheat on her and got hot to it, or similar scenarios. A couple times, I wound up reading the smut while she rode me, which was unbelievably hot. And when I say 'read,' I mean, 'aloud.' She really liked listening to me describing the things in her fantasies.
Then my parents headed out of town for the night for a convention, and it seemed like the perfect time to... well. I'd met Jenny, talked to her some, but it felt weird to just go right to sex, you know? I figured she could come over with Amber, we could hang out, and then, after having had some time to build to it and get comfortable, the sex could happen.
It seemed pretty perfect from my perspective. I very carefully made absolutely certain my parents were out, even calling them to confirm they were out of town (subtly, obviously), before Jenny and Amber came over.
Spoiler: Jenny
Jenny was pretty cute, in her own way. Messy brown hair, generally pretty friendly. She had this weird sort of up-down confidence when she came over, like she was trying really hard to be completely cool and calm, but was actually really nervous. I did catch her looking at my butt a couple times, which was a good sign.
We wound up settling on the couch, Amber cuddling up to me, and watching TV together; just something dumb to watch and chat over, especially during the commercials. I made some quick dishes with what was available (which meant, like, plates of nachos), and we were generally enjoying ourselves, getting comfortable together, when Amber's phone went off.
I muted the TV, and Amber answered it hesitantly. "Hey, Dad," she said, her voice calm. "Yeah. I'm with Jenny at her place. You want to talk to her?" There was a pause, a long silence on her end as her father spoke. "Jenny's right here, Dad. Okay, fine, we're out, but that's it. What do you think we're doing?" She clenched her eyes shut, biting her lip. "Fuck. Okay. I'll come home, alright? It was my idea, it's no big deal, really... I'm sorry." She eventually managed to extricate herself from the conversation with her father. "My phone has GPS tracking," she said. "He called Jenny's mom and he knows we're at your place. Sorry," she said. "I fucked this up."
I just took her hand in mine and squeezed, leaning over to kiss her on the lips quickly. "It's okay. You're wonderful, Amber. Don't worry about it."
"He's gonna be so pissed..." Amber said, sighing. "He called your mom too, Jenny. You should probably go home."
"Oh, great," Jenny said. She let out a long sigh, bouncing from side to side. "Godddd what a dick move. Your dad suuuucks." She finally rose from her seat. "Another time, I guess, Shaun."
"Yeah," I agreed, though I felt bad. I wasn't that attached to the idea of a threesome, or serial sex or anything - mostly, I just felt like an idiot for not thinking about how Amber or Jenny might be potential faultlines. I'd been so careful making sure my parents didn't think about me, but I hadn't thought about their parents thinking about them.
Since Amber's dad was suddenly much more interested in making sure that the two of us didn't do anything weird... well, we didn't get a whole lot more chances for sex in the near future. My own parents figured that I was having some type of very mild party rather than jumping to sex, and they weren't particularly upset with the idea, so at least I had my freedom still. In a way, that just felt worse, though. Amber had to go straight home after school, and I got to do whatever I felt like still.
The only real upside is that it did confirm that she was, in fact, having so much sex with me because she was horny rather than any kind of... try to make sure I kept liking her way - less than a week later, she put my hand in her lap during lunch. I dutifully got her off in just three minutes time, and she promptly thanked me. "Sorry... for messing things up," she panted out, still flush with color. "I'm such an idiot."
"It's not your fault," I told her, just wrapping her in one of those one-handed hugs you do when you're sitting next to somebody. "Don't feel bad."
She just nodded quietly. "I could suck you off in the bathroom," she suggested, glancing down at my dick.
"It's fine," I told her, and her lips wiggled on her face, but she accepted it for the moment. We ate the rest of our meal in companionable silence.
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