Naughty Friend Buys My Silence Ch. 02 (Patreon)

November 3, 2020

DISCLAIMER: All characters engaging in sexual conduct are 18 years or older, and legally permitted to engage in such activities, irrespective of pet names used for each other.

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- CHAPTER 2: Errands -

- SATURDAY, DECEMBER 19: Late Morning -

Shit. Fucking my slutty older friend had made me the most horny I’d ever been in my entire life, to the point that my raging erection wouldn’t seem to go away, even after cumming three times. Who knew that doing something so horribly wrong, at least in the eyes of my very traditional parents, could feel so amazingly right?

And wow, did it feel so perfectly right.

After Amber and I fucked on the couch, we then proceeded to clean up a bit, with me actually changing my pants and boxers, and finally eat the breakfast I’d made for her -- chocolate chip pancakes.

However, the whole time we sat at the island counter, my cock was still as hard as a rock, the sight of my twenty-one-year-old friend sitting next to me in her slutty Christmas outfit not helping at all. Nor did it help that she was largely ignoring me now, focused on her phone while she ate, as if nothing was different between us -- as if she was just sitting next to her younger nineteen-year-old buddy like normal.

But her seeming indifference was making me go crazy, as was her clothing.

Amber was still wearing those bright red PVC pants, with a very visible silver zipper in the crotch, as well as a similar top, designed like a sports bra, a zipper in the front. The combination left her toned stomach completely visible, with her shoulders being covered by a similar red vinyl bolero jacket that had white fluffy trim.

And although Amber attempted to wipe up the cum I’d shot on her, after she tried to give me a blowjob and almost choked on my load from it being so much, there were still semi-transparent dried streaks on the shiny red mini-jacket.

Fuck, it was so hot to look at, making me want to cum on her more -- on her vinyl-covered thighs, her huge 36-DD size tits, all over her smoking hot face!

Cumming on her felt like claiming her, and I wanted to cum all over every inch of her body.

But I knew I shouldn’t think about it like that, since she was just my friend, not my girlfriend, and would still fuck for money and grades whenever she wanted. Really, she shouldn’t be fucking me at all, so I had no right to complain about her slutty lifestyle.

Which meant, I really only had two options available to me -- either just deal with it, and accept that she was going to fuck other guys when she felt like it, or else stop fucking her and try to go back to how things were before.

I knew the second option was never going to happen.

She wouldn’t let it happen, even if it was what I wanted, since she wanted my cock to help her make her porn videos. Which meant, this was my new reality.

And I honestly was perfectly fine with that in this moment.

Sure, I wanted her to myself, but I was okay with playing the long game.

Earlier, Amber had tossed her normal Santa hat on the floor in the living room, when she was talking to her boyfriend on the phone and trying to fuck me at the same time, but now she had it on again, looking like the sluttiest little Santa’s helper in all of existence, her blonde hair tucked behind her perfect ears.

Honestly, I couldn’t keep my eyes off her as we ate, with my gaze actually lingering the most on her face, even despite her perfect goddess body.

Because, in preparation to seduce me, she’d put on a ton of dark makeup around her light green eyes, including mascara, eyeliner, and eyeshadow, making the light green color really pop, causing her to go from her normal ‘fucking hot’ to a ‘fucking nuclear explosion.’

It wasn’t until she finished off a little over half of her pancakes that she finally glanced at me, smirking at my obvious erection, and then resumed scrolling on her phone. I decided to clear my throat, in preparation to break the silence, only for her to instantly glare, like she was silently saying, ‘Shut the fuck up, I’m busy.’

Damn, why did I find her bitchy attitude so fucking hot?

Finishing off my last few bites, I went ahead and took my plate to the sink to clean, grabbing hers as well since she was obviously done. Then, once I stashed the leftovers in plastic containers in the fridge, I finished cleaning up the small mess I’d made, and had everything put away by the time she seemed to be ready to give me her attention.

“Okay Ryan,” she began. “So it looks like most schools have a deadline for transfers, and we’ve missed it for almost all of them.”

I looked at her in surprise, first shocked by the fact that she’d been searching for schools already, and then dismayed by the news she’d just delivered. Did that mean I’d have to skip an entire semester?

Because no way in hell was I going back to my Out-of-State school.

“Damn, buddy,” she commented. “Don’t look so bummed. Let me finish first.”

I nodded.

“Anyway, that said, I did find two places where you can apply to transfer up until December 31. Unfortunately, that actually leaves you with only one option.”

“Wait, what?” I said in surprise. “Why is that?”

She set her phone down, and leaned forward on the counter, crossing her arms so that her heavy vinyl-covered tits were resting on them. Damn her PVC outfit was so hot, looking like she was covered in red shiny plastic.

She frowned. “Because the second school I found, which would have been our very last resort, is the community college I’m attending. And not only do I not want you going to the same place as me, but they also don’t have a good business program.” She scoffed. “I would know, since it’s one of the two degrees I’m getting.”

I frowned as well. “Okay, and what if they did have a good program? Why don’t you want me going there?”

Her own frown deepened, though there was absolutely nothing unattractive about it. She was still fucking hot as hell. “Do you really want to know?”

“Yeah,” I replied without hesitation.

She sighed. “Because I’ve fucked most of the male teachers, baby. Including teachers who I haven’t actually taken a class with. Do you really want to have a professor I’ve fucked grading your assignments?”

“Oh,” I said in surprise. “Umm, yeah, I guess you have a point.”

“Besides,” she continued. “I can only imagine the endless problems that would come up.”

“Like what?” I asked seriously.

Her light green eyes were surprisingly very patient as she explained. “Well, to name off the big ones, favoritism and blackmail. It doesn’t benefit you to get better grades than you deserve, just because you’re associated with me. And I don’t need teachers threatening to drop your grade if I don’t fuck them.” Her eyes narrowed, seeming irritated now. “If I fuck, I want to fuck on my terms, not theirs.”

“Okay yeah.” I nodded in agreement. “Wow, I never would have thought of that.”

She sighed. “It’s because you’re not a woman,” she said, sitting up straight again so that I could now see all of her tone stomach. “It’s rare for a guy to get blackmailed for sex. But I’ve had guys try, and while I’ve never let it happen, I’ve gotten in a couple of really uncomfortable situations before.”

My brow furrowed. “How uncomfortable?” I asked seriously.

She shook her head. “I don’t want to talk about it, but nothing bad happened,” she reassured me. “It was only uncomfortable in the sense that it was stressful as fuck for a day or two. At least, until I figured out how to deal with it.”

“And how did you deal with it?” I wondered. “Just vaguely,” I added when she gave me a hard look.

She frowned. “I found a way to blackmail them, so we were even.”

“Nice,” I said sincerely.

She cracked a really attractive smile. “Yeah, I’m pretty great, huh?”

“Without a doubt,” I agreed. “Fucking amazing.”

She rolled her light green eyes. “Damn twerp, if I knew you were going to be this much of an ass-kisser, then I would have fucked you on your eighteenth birthday.”

“If only,” I replied shamelessly. “I’ll kiss your ass as much as you want, so long as I get to fuck it too.”

She rolled her gorgeous green eyes again. “You wish,” she scoffed, seeming to take my comment literally.

I quickly returned to the main conversation, knowing we had to make this transfer happen so we could move in together.

“Okay, so what’s the other option then?”

She nodded in acknowledgment, leaning forward on the counter again. “So, I’ll email you the details, but it would need to be a temporary thing. You would only go there for one semester, to get in some general ed classes. And the reason why it’s possible to transfer there is because they don’t have normal semesters. Instead, you take a single class at a time, for five weeks, and then take the next class when you pass. And technically, you might be able to do some of the classes online.”

“Oh, that’s different,” I commented.

She reached up to readjust her Santa hat a little, only to tuck a few stray strands of her blonde hair back behind her cute ears. “Yeah, and I know it’s not ideal, but it’ll work for what we need. And then you can apply anywhere you want for the Summer and Fall semesters. The credits should transfer no problem.”

I grinned, feeling mischievous, my tone sarcastic. “Anywhere, except where you’re going, right?” I said, just to be a smartass.

She rolled her light green eyes. “Duh, dumbass. Trust me, you don’t want someone blackmailing me and end up getting your grades fucked up. Because I’m not going to subject myself to that.”

“Oh. Yeah, of course,” I said seriously. “Please don’t.”

She gave me a small smile, almost as if she was silently approving of my response. But I mean, no way in hell would I respond any differently. Because no matter what happened between us, she was first and foremost my friend. Practically my best friend.

Which meant, I’d pull a gun on someone before I let a random asshole blackmail her for sex. And while I sort of meant that figuratively, my dad did have a gun upstairs I could sincerely use if I ever needed.

When she didn’t respond, picking up her phone, I spoke up again.

“So now what?” I wondered. “Should I go ahead and focus on the transfer first, before we do anything else today?”

Her brow was furrowed now as she stared at her phone, looking up at me a few seconds later, her thoughts seeming partially elsewhere. “Umm, yeah, I can send you the email with the information, and then you can go ahead and get that done. Shouldn’t take too long.” She paused, seeming hesitant. “We should also make a trip to the store, and stock up on some stuff in case the weather strands us at home.”

“Like what?” I wondered hesitantly, knowing her well enough to suspect she was hiding something now.

She perked up a little, as if she had an idea. “Well, we should probably get a couple gallons of milk, and we should also get hot chocolate, and maybe see if there are any cheap movies in a bargain bin or something. Could always just look up something online too, but could be fun to roll the dice and see if we find something good.” She paused again. “Oh, and I’m also running low on condoms, so I’ll probably grab a few boxes of those too.”

And there it was.

I crossed my arms, giving her my ‘I know you’re hiding something’ look.

She groaned, reacting as if I’d said it out loud. “You sure you’re ready to know how things work?” she asked seriously.

I looked at her in confusion. “How what works?”

She rolled her eyes. “My sex business, idiot.”

“Oh,” I said in sincere surprise, dropping my arms. “You’ve got a…umm, client?” I wasn’t sure how to refer to it.

“Maybe,” she said evenly. “Nerdy guy who I gave a blowjob to about a week ago. Of course, I still follow my month rule, but this might be a situation where I’d make an exception. But first, I need to call him to get more details.”

“Fuck,” I hissed. “You give these guys your number?”

“Fuck no,” she snapped back. “When I call, my number just shows up as Private.”

“Then how do they get a hold of you?” I wondered.

She sighed, gesturing with her elbow toward the stool next to her, her tone having just a hint of sarcasm. “Well, do you want to have a seat, so I can educate you?”

I nodded, moving around the island countertop and returning to my spot.

She focused on her phone again, only to pull up her college email, showing me a message. “So, as you can see, initial contact is through the school’s email, where they request my Organizational Tutoring Services. I use that as an excuse, since I have that startup where I sell planners, calendars, and such, so I can look legit if I need to.”

I nodded, knowing that her artsy organizational business was never a fake, with me only just being naïve to think that it was really making enough money to pay most of our higher education expenses.

She continued. “I then have two ways I communicate with them after that. I either speak to them on the phone, or I direct them to a more private email address where we can talk a bit more freely than the school’s email, since I have no doubt the administration can monitor those.”

“Right, that’s smart.”

She smirked. “I bet you’d kiss my ass right now if I demanded it, wouldn’t you?”

“Without a doubt.”

She just shook her head. “Suck up.” She then sighed. “Anyway, after that, it’s just a matter of dealing with the when and where, along with the price. I charge a thousand-even for a quick fuck, emphasis on the ‘quick’ since I’m out of there once they cum, and five-hundred for a blowjob. And I require an electronic down payment of two-hundred no matter which one they pick, just to make sure I definitely get paid something, and so that it looks like I have a consistent rate for my tutoring business. The idea is that I’m billing them for ten hours to help them get organized and manage their time. Everything else is in cash, since it’s harder to trace.”

“Wow, that’s smart too. And I guess that means you really did charge that guy from this morning a lot more than usual.”

She nodded. “Yeah, I doubled the price and he still didn’t back down. But I’m never going to fuck him again. The arrogant types cause the worst problems, so I told him straight-up that it would only be one time, and one time only.”

“And then he went and asked for your number,” I recalled.

“Yep,” she agreed, only to give me an affectionate look. “Thanks, by the way. For helping to scare him off.”

I shrugged. “Of course. No way in hell was I going to let him talk to you like that.”

“Yep, should have fucked you a long time ago,” she commented with a smirk.

I shook my head, completely serious now. “No, it has nothing to do with that,” I said firmly. “You’re my friend no matter what. And no bastard is going to talk to you like that, if I can help it.”

That look of affection in her light green eyes shifted into borderline passion, before she cleared her throat, getting back on topic. “Anyway, so with this guy, he flat out told me he could only afford to spend a thousand on my services. So that gave him one of two choices, either a one-time fuck, or two blowjobs. He took the second option, which is why I’m considering breaking my month rule.”

“Because you might miss out on the money otherwise? If you make him wait?”

She nodded. “Yeah, and also because I don’t have to worry about him getting any weird ideas in his head if it’s only going to be these two times. However, I still want to call him to get more details.”

I frowned. “Hence, the condoms.”

Her brow furrowed. “Well, not exactly. I’ve got plenty to cover this, and could even do a few additional appointments, but I really am running low. I don’t like to get even close to running out, since I don’t let the guys use their own condoms, because then I might end up with some dumbass who uses the condom that he’s had in his wallet for two years. And those are worth a shit, since heat and time are the two worst enemies to a condom’s quality. Meaning keeping one in a wallet is a horrible idea.”

“Good to know,” I replied, trying to yank her chain, only for her to not react at all, as if she couldn’t care less if I was carrying condoms in my wallet.

“And I also really do want to get hot chocolate and look for a movie,” she continued, her emerald gaze suddenly affectionate again. “I really want to enjoy our Christmas break together.”

I gulped, feeling weird about having her look at me like that, but also loving every second of it. “S-Sounds good,” I agreed.

She unexpectedly grinned. “So then, you’re not going to get all pissy when we make a pitstop, right? So I can give a blowjob,” she clarified, just to make it crystal clear what she meant, only for her to make it clear that she wasn’t really giving me a choice. “Would you prefer before or after we go shopping?”

I grimaced, knowing her first question wasn’t really a question. It was her trying to be nice about dropping a very clear hint at what she expected. “I guess before,” I replied in resignation, knowing she wasn’t going to change her ways anytime soon. “So we can get it out of the way.”

“Agreed,” she replied simply.

“So now what?” I wondered.

She glanced down at my lap. “Well, I can fuck you first, if you want, but it doesn’t look like you’re in the mood anymore.”

She wasn’t wrong about that. Our discussion had finally caused the raging monster in my pants to calm down.

Amber continued. “So then, how about I give this guy a call, and then I’ll get ready to leave. In the meantime, you can focus on filling out the transfer request, so that’s all taken care of. Then, once we run our errands and are back home, we’ll have the rest of the week to relax, just you and me. I don’t plan on taking any additional jobs over Christmas break.”

I nodded. “Okay, yeah, I guess that sounds like a plan then.”

She grinned, holding up her phone. “Okay, let me send you the details for that school.”

As she tapped on her phone screen, I couldn’t help but focus on her outfit again, suddenly experiencing a deep longing even though I wasn’t feeling very horny at the moment.

She noticed when she looked back up, giving me a sympathetic look. “You want this, huh?” she commented quietly, her tone surprisingly understanding and gentle. “You want my hot slutty body?”

“Umm, yeah,” I replied, almost feeling sad now for some reason.

She reached out and gently rubbed my arm affectionately. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll put this outfit on for you again. And the next time we fuck, we can take it a little more slow, so you can really enjoy every aspect.”

“What do you mean?” I wondered.

She smirked. “I’ll make sure you spend time kissing my feet, kissing my thighs, rubbing your face against my ass, rubbing your face on my tits, and of course we’ll spend some time just making-out.”

Fuck, so much for losing my libido.

She grinned when she noticed I was a bit firmer now. “Shit, baby, how did I never know you were so huge?”

I scoffed. “Well, I don’t exactly go around parading my erections.”

“Yeah, but still.” She frowned. “I guess maybe between you wearing boxers and loose jeans, I just never got a chance to see your bulge.”

I shrugged.

She looked up again, only to lean forward and kiss me on the forehead, her light green eyes affectionate. “Okay, enough delay. Let’s get to work and get this done.”

“Sure,” I agreed, waiting for her to get up before following.

Since all my stuff was still downstairs, I went over by the door to get my laptop while she made her way upstairs to make her phone call and change. Unsurprisingly, she beat me on both her tasks, already having confirmed the arrangements with her client and gotten ready, while I was still working on the transfer stuff.

However, thankfully the online forms were pretty straightforward, and it only took me about twenty minutes to get through it all. Now the only issue was whether or not I should wait for confirmation before cancelling my Spring semester classes. Granted, that ended up being an easy decision when factoring in sex with Amber, realizing there was no way in hell I was going back to that school, since it meant I wouldn’t be able to move in with her.

Worst case, and I’d just have to take a semester off, though I doubted it would come to that.

As I was finishing up unenrolling from all my classes, Amber finally sat down next to me on the couch, seeing where I was at in the process. She was now wearing regular faded skinny jeans with black suede boots that had white fluffy trim at the top, along with a thick ivory cashmere sweater and a black leather jacket folded over her arm and resting in her lap.

She also had a random black scrunchie hairband on her wrist, I assumed in case she wanted to put her blonde hair up in a ponytail later for whatever reason. Her light green eyes were still immaculately framed in dark makeup, and she’d reapplied a layer of clear shiny lip gloss, the scent of warm vanilla sugar strong enough for me to smell it from where I sat, like a silent invitation to suck on her juicy bottom lip.

Needless to say, she looked hot as fuck, as usual.

“I’m almost done,” I commented, not really used to her being so patient. “I already did the transfer stuff, and now I’m just unenrolling from my Spring classes.”

She nodded. “Did you leave anything back in your dorm?” she wondered.

I shook my head. “Nope, I’ve got everything with me. No way would I leave my stuff and then have someone end up stealing it somehow.”

“Smart,” she praised.

I looked at her in surprise.

“What?” she asked seriously.

I shrugged, giving my attention back to my computer. “Honestly? Just not used to you being so nice. And patient.”

She scoffed. “You did ask me to be patient with you, ungrateful ass.”

I grinned. “That’s more like it.”

She rolled her eyes in mock annoyance. I could tell she really wasn’t annoyed though.

“But thanks,” I said sincerely, glancing at her. “I hope you know I really am trying to keep all this in perspective.”

“You’re welcome,” she replied, equally as sincere. “And I hope you know that I really am trying to be patient with you.” She then smirked. “I’m an impatient person by nature, as I’m sure you are well aware, so you must know the struggle this is for me.”

I scoffed. “I suspect my ‘monster cock’ is enough incentive to not make it feel like such a struggle.”

She laughed, shoving my shoulder playfully. “Well, I’d be lying if I denied that. Fuck, your cock is nice.”

“But only top ten, apparently,” I retorted, referring to her earlier comment after we fucked.

She laughed again. “Size isn’t everything, baby. You’ve got to know how to use it too, and you are very much a virgin in that respect. I’d take a smaller experienced cock over a larger inexperienced cock any day.”

“And how about a huge experienced cock?” I wondered.

She grinned. “Well, now that’s an offer I can’t deny, can I? After all, who do you think is ahead of you in the rankings? Obviously, huge experienced cocks. But then, I guess we better work you into shape then, huh baby?”

“I guess,” I agreed. “Sounds like your own personal pleasure depends on it.”

She laughed again. “Smartass.”

I frowned then, another thought occurring to me, uncertain if I really wanted to ask her what was on my mind. But then again, why not? Because, in the end, I felt like it would be easier for me to know rather than remain oblivious.

It was obvious Amber was anticipating a serious question from me, based on my expression, because she prompted me before I spoke. “What’s up?” she asked simply.

I sighed. “Can I ask a personal question?”

“Of course you can ask,” she replied. “Though I may not answer,” she added playfully.

I scoffed, before taking a deep breath. “When you do this stuff, your quick fucks and blowjobs, do you get there too?”

“What? No, of course not. This is business. I get in, get the money in my pocket, do the job, and then I’m out. Quick and simple.”

I nodded, wondering if she’d pick up on what I was really wanting to know. Unsurprisingly, she did. Because she knew me.

Amber sighed heavily. “Okay, so how close are you to being done? Because if you want to know when I do and don’t have orgasms, then I’d rather get on the road first.”

I nodded in acknowledgment, focusing on my computer again, navigating a few pages to double check that everything was taken care of. A few minutes later and I was closing my laptop, setting it on the couch and then standing up.

“Okay, ready. Just need to grab my jacket on the way out.”

She nodded, standing up too.

A smirk crossed my face then, feeling my mischievousness resurface as I took the opportunity to smack her tight firm ass, causing her to yelp.

“Son of a bitch,” she hissed, seeming sincerely pissed.

“Didn’t like being spanked?” I asked innocently.

She glared at me. “No,” she said firmly. “I loved it,” she then added with a straight face.

Fuck, was she serious?

“So, if I did it again…” I replied, lowering my hand.

She immediately bounced away. “If you even can,” she taunted.

Oh hell no.

Without hesitation, I dashed for her, prompting her to squeal and try to get away, just a tad too slow to escape my grasp. Pulling her into my arms, I got my fingers on her ribs, trying to tickle her, only for her to elbow me hard in the chest.

“Damn,” I exclaimed, her hit sincerely hurting, even though I kept a firm hold on her. “You must like it rough.”

“Sometimes,” she admitted, sounding completely serious. “I’ve certainly made some bondage porn before.”

“Fuck,” I hissed, finally letting go of her.

“What’s wrong, baby?” she said with mock sympathy as she turned to face me. “You don’t want to tie me up and spank me?”

“No, I’ll tie you up and spank you,” I replied evenly. “It’s just that finding out how experienced you are comes as a shock sometimes.”

She shrugged. “Then maybe you should just assume I’ve done everything, so nothing is a shock.”

I frowned at that. “Okay, so then does that mean you have female clients?”

She laughed. “You wish!” she retorted, only to sigh. “I will admit that I get requests from time to time, but I don’t ever accept them. And not only because I have zero desire to eat a nasty chick out, but also because there’s no way to know if they might be someone’s jealous girlfriend, or wife, trying to find out exactly what kind of ‘services’ I’m really offering.”

“Huh, yeah, I guess that make sense.”

She nodded. “Now, let’s get on the road, and I’ll tell you more about my orgasms.”

“Sure,” I agreed, grabbing my shoes to slip on, and then putting on my jacket.

Amber put on her leather jacket as well, zipping it up and then grabbing her black leather purse while following me out the door. It wasn’t until we were in my car, with me pulling out of the driveway, that she spoke up again.

“Oh, and after I visit this nerd, I need to make a stop at my boyfriend’s dorm too, so I can give him the money I owe for the last vid we made together.” She then patted her purse to indicate she had the cash inside.

I frowned at that. And not because it was an extra ten minute drive, due to the fact that her boyfriend went to a different school -- something I assumed was intentional, so that she could avoid him finding out about her Organizational Tutoring business.

Amber seemed to anticipate what was on my mind. “And no, I’m not going to fuck him.”

“Unless he pays you,” I commented.

She sighed. “You realize he doesn’t even know that’s an option, right?”

I looked at her in surprise, only to realize that should have been obvious.

Of course her boyfriend wouldn’t know that fucking her for money was an option, since if he did, then it would mean that he knew Amber was regularly cheating on him. But then…

“So how is he going to find out?” I wondered hesitantly.

She shrugged, looking out the window. “If he ever tries to get me to fuck him again, then I’m going to say no. But when he undoubtedly presses, I’ll pretend like I’m being sarcastic when I tell him I’ll fuck him for five-hundred dollars.” She shrugged again. “No doubt he’ll ask if I’m serious, and I’ll pretend I’m not sure for a second, only to act like I actually like that idea, as if I’ve never done it before.” She glanced at me. “So, I’ll tell him I’m serious, and he’ll either pay up or he won’t. More than likely, he won’t right away, probably to try to call my bluff, but eventually he might.”

I frowned. “Any chance of you dating him again?” I wondered.

She looked at me affectionately. “Nah, not as long as I have you, baby. No more free fucks for him.”

I couldn’t help but grin at that disclosure, largely because it really felt like she was committing to me, at least to some degree.

“That make you happy?” she wondered innocently.

“Honestly? Yeah, kind of.”

“Good,” she replied warmly. “So then, ready to hear about my orgasms?”

I frowned again, nodding hesitantly.

She leaned back in her seat more, crossing her legs and tucking her hands between her thighs. “Well, to start with, I don’t have orgasms as often as you might think. It’s actually kind of difficult for me to get there.”

“It is?” I asked in surprise.

She nodded, seeming very serious now. “Yeah, it’s weird because I love to fuck, and I love giving blowjobs, but it takes a certain combination of the right stimulation for me to get there myself. Like, even if it feels really good, actually climaxing is hard for me.”

“And what’s the right combination?” I wondered.

She took a deep breath. “Well, first of all, I can almost never get there just from rubbing my clit.”

“Wait, really?” I said in surprise. “But isn’t that how women usually masturbate? Just by rubbing their clit?”

She looked at me in surprise, only for her expression to become mocking. “You learn that in an article online?” she taunted.

I grimaced, causing her to laugh.

“Baby, you made me feel really good on your first try. So don’t let my teasing bother you.”

“Wow, thanks,” I said sincerely, not used to her being so nice. “But wait, if you can’t orgasm from just having your clit stimulated, then doesn’t that mean you were tricking me? Fuck, you were! You were all like, ‘I bet you can’t make me cum,’ knowing full well that there was no way I could do it.”

She laughed more. “Very true,” she said with another chuckle. “But you did make me cum when we fucked. Really hard. And most guys can’t do that.”

“Really?” I said hopefully.

“Really,” she agreed. “I told you I wouldn’t fake them with you. Fuck, I haven’t cum that hard in a long time now.”

I couldn’t help but grin again.

“Don’t let it go to your head, twerp,” she chastised.

“Okay, okay. So what’s this combination you speak of?”

She sighed. “Well, so for me to have an orgasm, I usually need to have my G-spot stimulated inside my pussy. It’s why I have a few vibrators and dildos, because otherwise I’d never be able to masturbate.”

“Okay, so then you need to be fucked in some fashion,” I clarified.

“Yes,” she agreed. “I need to have my G-spot and clit stimulated at the same time. That’s why I was rubbing myself while we were fucking. And you might not be surprised to learn that bigger cocks are better for me. However, sometimes those two things still aren’t enough. There’s something even more important.”

“And what’s that?” I wondered.

She cleared her throat, staring out the window. “Everything about the situation,” she replied. “If I’m doing something new, or if I’m doing something I technically shouldn’t be doing, then I can cum. Often, if it’s taboo enough, then I cum even if it’s a really small cock. So, for example, fucking my teachers for my grades. I usually cum when I fuck them, even though most of them have average cocks.”

“Oh…” I wasn’t sure how to respond to that. “Umm, so when was the last time you did that anyway?” I asked hesitantly. “Fucked a teacher?” I added.

She scoffed. “It was just Finals Week, baby. What do you think? Had to make sure I got all the bonus points I could get.”

“Oh.” I paused again, realizing I wanted to clarify. “So then, lots of orgasms?”

“Yep,” she replied with a nonchalant shrug, still looking out the window. “Lots of real orgasms, though not enough to make me scream for real like I did with you. But it’s because of who I’m fucking and where we’re doing it. Granted, a big cock can be enough sometimes too, like with my boyfriend. It feels so amazing having his cock buried in my pussy that it’s usually enough on its own, even if it’s not the strongest of orgasms. But that’s why I say it’s a combination of things.” She then glanced at me, only to quickly continue when she saw my grimace. “But none of those orgasms were ever as strong as the one I had with you. Not even close.”

I nodded, clearing my throat. “Umm, so we’re heading to your school I assume, right?”

She nodded, frowning now. “To an apartment complex close by, but yeah. I’ll tell you where to go when we get closer. But baby, don’t look so down. You’ve given me possibly one of the best orgasms I’ve ever had in my life, and you’re still inexperienced.”

“Wait, really?” I said in surprise. “Why was it so good?”

She scoffed. “Seriously? You need to ask?” She then shook her head when I gave her a confused look. “Baby, not only is your cock huge, which means I’ll always love having it buried inside me, but you’re also the hot younger guy that I practically grew up with. In a weird way, that makes you feel like the ultimate taboo, as if you’re the one person I should never fuck. And it helps that your parents kind of act like they don’t expect us to fool around. Not to mention, your loads are phenomenal. Having your cum fill my pussy felt amazing.” She smirked. “There’s literally no one better. You have the perfect combination of what it takes for me to cum.”

“Wow,” I said in surprise, sincerely just kind of stunned as I took it all in.

I mean, in hindsight, I supposed I should have figured it out on my own, but it was just crazy to think that I was the perfect sex partner for her, in every way. I was exactly what she needed to have her strongest orgasms.

And even though I wasn’t really in control of any of those qualities, I still kind of felt proud, as if it was an accomplishment I’d personally achieved.

“That make you happy?” she wondered curiously, a small smile tugging on her glossy full lips.

“I mean, assuming it’s true, then yeah.”

She scoffed. “How rude! Of course it’s true. Why would I lie to you about something like that? Why do you think I abandoned my boyfriend so quickly in favor of you?” She paused then, only to look at me apologetically. “Sorry, I mean ex-boyfriend. I just realized I’ve been saying boyfriend all this time.”

I shook my head. “No, that’s fine. I didn’t really think much of it. And honestly, I knew you had a boyfriend all the times I’ve fantasized about fucking you, so calling him that isn’t like offensive or anything. You literally just broke up with him.”

She smiled warmly at me. “Love you, baby.”

“Love you too,” I said sincerely, not sure why she was being so affectionate all of a sudden.

She continued to smile as she leaned back in her seat more, uncrossing her legs and spreading them as she got more comfortable. Fuck she was hot. And her huge tits looked so amazing in her tight black leather jacket. Never mind her amazing thighs.

However, as I was thinking about everything we’d just discussed, another thought occurred to me, one that was a logical extension of what we’d been talking about, but also felt random, farfetched, and kind of offensive.

“Hey,” I began hesitantly, earning her attention again. “Can I ask you a question that might piss you off?”

She laughed, seeming sincerely in a good mood. “Go for it.”

I grimaced. “You said I feel like the ultimate taboo,” I continued, my voice trailing off for a second, in hopes she would put two-and-two together. But she was patiently letting me continue. “So what about any of my other family members, like, umm…” I cleared my throat. “Like my dad.”

She laughed again, amused instead of pissed.

“Why is that funny?” I asked seriously.

She chuckled some more. “Oh baby. First of all, I really don’t like older guys -- almost all the teachers I’ve fucked are under the age of forty. And have you never seen your dad’s package when he wears speedos? He’s pretty average. Why do you think I was shocked that you were so huge? Clearly you must get your cock genetics from your mom’s side of the family.”

Huh, I supposed she had a point. Though it did kind of seem funny that her huge tits came from her dad’s side of the family, and my huge cock came from my mom’s side, but that’s just how genetics worked with a lot of traits -- it could come from either parent. And thankfully, while my dad did have both a brother and sister, my mom only had a sister, which meant I didn’t have to worry about Amber pursuing a huge cock from my nonexistent uncle on that side of the family.

But either way, I felt like she didn’t answer my question satisfactorily enough.

“Yeah,” I pressed. “But even if he is average and older, it would still fit with what you said.”

She frowned at that. “Kind of doesn’t feel like it,” she admitted. “Or rather, it’s more like your dad just doesn’t have anything enticing going on. He’s not really attractive to me, he’s older and looks it even if he’s otherwise fit, and he’s got an average cock. Not to mention, he feels like way too much of a risk. He could ruin what I have going on right now, and if anyone found out, it would ruin our family.” She sighed. “Fuck, even if he was hot and had a huge cock, it wouldn’t be enticing. No more than it would be enticing to play with a beehive for a little bit of honey.”

“People do that though,” I countered. “Granted, they wear suits, but they mess with the bees to get the honey.”

Amber rolled her eyes, her tone sarcastic. “Seriously, baby? Sorry that my metaphor isn’t perfect enough for you.” She scoffed. “I mean, why are you pressing this issue? Do you want me to fuck your dad?”

“What?” I said in surprise. “Hell no, of course not. I just want to make sure you’re being honest. I want to understand your reasoning. And I guess it also kind of goes along with my request that you don’t fuck anyone I know.”

She sighed. “Well, I don’t know what else to tell you. It’s the same reason why I’d never try fucking a cop, no matter how hot the guy was. I’m not going to ruin everything I have going on just for a single fuck. And I just really don’t find your dad attractive at all, in addition to him having an average cock. There’s nothing enticing going on there.”

Of course, I didn’t at all feel offended by her not thinking my dad was good-looking, because when it came to my face, I took after my mom’s side of the family. Again, it was why I was glad my mom didn’t have a brother, since otherwise I’d have an attractive uncle with a big cock to worry about becoming my competition.

Instead, there was no one to compete with me, by the sound of it, not even older men in my family, since both of my grandfathers were unfortunately deceased -- one to a car accident that almost took my grandma too, and the other one to a motorcycle accident.

Both involved a younger driver staring at their phone instead of the road -- the first teen died in the accident too, and the second one was sent to prison for criminal negligence homicide as well as first degree homicide by vehicle, earning them fourteen years in jail.

Needless to say, we’d grown up always wearing our seatbelts and regularly threatened by our respective parents that they’d kill us if they ever found out we’d been using our phones while driving. Even Amber obeyed those rules, despite her otherwise secretly rebellious attitude.

“So, are you satisfied?” Amber finally asked when I didn’t respond.

I nodded.

“You realize I’m being completely honest with you, right?” she added seriously. “Like, do you even realize how fucking lucky you are that I’ve told you everything, and am willing to continue telling you everything? It’s kind of a big deal. No one else knows this shit. Not all of it, like you now do.”

I thought about that, realizing she was right. I mean, our parents obviously didn’t know, and her boyfriend certainly didn’t know that she was fucking for money, and while individual guys might be aware that she was a slut, they didn’t see the whole picture. Not even close.

“Thanks,” I replied sincerely. “It does actually mean a lot to me.”

“Good,” she said simply. “Because it should mean a lot to you. Also, we’re getting close, so be ready for me to tell you where to turn.”

I nodded, already getting ready to make a right onto the road that led to the main campus, as well as the small dorms and several apartment complexes. Of course, most community colleges didn’t even offer on-campus housing, but this one did. Although, I suspected that most of her ‘clients’ actually lived at home or in apartments, since the dorms were small compared to a regular college or university.

As promised, Amber began giving me directions as I got closer, having us turn onto another road and then into a nice apartment complex. Of course, this would be her second time visiting this guy, so she knew exactly where to go without using her phone. Honestly, I suspected she knew this area really well, after all the guys she’d likely visited.

Once she had me park, she pulled her black scrunchie hairband off her wrist and began collecting her blonde hair in a high ponytail.

“Okay?” I said in confusion, wondering why she was choosing to put it up now.

She looked at me in surprise, beginning to tug her ponytail on both sides to tighten it. “Okay what? The ponytail?”

I nodded.

She laughed. “Fuck, you’re such a virgin. You realize ponytails and blowjobs go hand-in-hand, right? No chick wants her hair to get in the way while she’s sucking on a cock, and for those not using a condom, no one wants to get cum in their hair if it gets outside the mouth. I only did that for you because I’ve known you forever and we were at home, where cleanup is easy.”

“O-Oh,” I said in surprise, sincerely hearing this for the first time.

She laughed again. “Need anything before I go? I should be back in five or ten minutes. I’ll send you a message if it’s going to be longer, so don’t freak out, okay?”

I gulped, nodding. “Umm, okay. And I’m good.”

Fuck, this sucked.

She smirked, reaching down to grab a condom out of her purse and then leaving her bag on the floor, popping open her door to get out.

Fuck, she was so hot!

And totally walking away right now to go give some random dude a blowjob.

Dammit.

Trying not to think about it too much, I realized that knowing she was using a condom helped some. Because technically, she wouldn’t actually be making physical contact in the most literal sense, and his cum would never reach her mouth. So then, in a weird way it was almost like she wasn’t sucking on some random dude’s cock?

I felt like I was trying to stretch that line of thinking too thin.

Granted, it also helped when thinking about how much money she was making right now. I mean, five-hundred dollars was over a week of income for a typical college job. Shit, really it was almost two weeks, when considering that taxes were taken out of a normal paycheck, whereas I doubted Amber was reporting and getting taxed on the cash.

Not much different than a waitress not reporting tips that were off the books.

But shit, Amber was literally making over an entire week worth of money in ten minutes -- forty hours of saved time, just because she was giving some dude a quick blowjob.

Thinking in terms of finances, I realized why she was so set on doing this. I mean, fuck, even I would give a chick oral in exchange for not having to work forty or fifty hours. Not to mention, it was sort of less gross for her, since her mouth was protected by a condom, whereas they didn’t exactly have something like that for women, as far as I knew.

Sighing, I decided to pull out my phone and play some music on the stereo system while I waited.

However, Amber wasn’t nearly as long as I was expecting.

It felt like she’d just left when I saw her reappear, heading back in my direction. And, while her gait was completely normal, looking like someone who was just leaving their own apartment and heading to her car, her brow was furrowed, an unmistakable frown on her face.

I knew something must be up, because no way in hell had she given a blowjob so quickly.

When she climbed back into the passenger’s seat, she pulled out her ponytail and put her scrunchie back on her wrist. In the meantime, I turned off the music I’d only just begun playing, looking at her expectantly. Once she was settled, she pulled out three bills from her pocket, all three of them of the one-hundred denomination, and stuck them in her purse.

Which left me even more confused.

“Wait, did you do it?” I asked in disbelief. “You weren’t even gone a full minute.”

She frowned again. “No, he actually wanted to reschedule. I think he had company over, because he wouldn’t even let me in the door, and was being really quiet. He just shoved the money at me, and asked for a raincheck.”

“That’s really weird,” I replied, secretly thankful she hadn’t gone through with it, even though I knew this was something I was going to have to put up with. At least, in the short-term. “Think a girlfriend stopped by, or something? Or maybe even family?”

She shrugged. “No idea. Don’t think he has a girlfriend, but I could be wrong. She might be ugly as fuck, if he does have one, since he’s not much of a looker himself. But hard to say. And his family doesn’t live close by, so doubtful it’s them either.” She sighed. “But I got the money I came for, and the other two hundred is in my account. Worst case and he forgets about it. And if he doesn’t, then no big deal. I’ll just stop by some other time.”

I frowned at that.

“Alright,” she then said, giving me a nod. “Now, let’s head to my boyfriend’s dorm, so I can give him the money, and then we can go shopping.”

I didn’t bother correcting her by suggesting she say ‘ex-boyfriend,’ not really feeling like it mattered.

Taking a deep breath, I put the car in gear and began pulling out of the parking space.

“You good?” she wondered.

I shrugged. “Yeah, I mean, I guess so. I keep reminding myself who you are to me, and that kind of helps.” I then glanced at her. “But don’t get me wrong. I’m glad you’re being open about all this. Like, please don’t choose to keep stuff from me, just because I’m not handling it well.”

She nodded. “You seem to be handling it well enough though. Granted, I didn’t actually do it this time.” She looked at me affectionately. “Still, I’m proud of you, baby. And I’ll definitely reward you later for not getting jealous.”

I gulped at that. “I suppose it helps that I also feel like there’s no reason to be jealous. What you do seems much more like a normal transaction than sex. And it also helps that you aren’t getting their yourself.” I paused. “At least, not normally.”

She frowned. “Do you think you’ll be jealous the next time I fuck a teacher and tell you about it? Or the next time I fuck some random guy? Because when fucking, I do let them touch me a lot more, since it’s a bit more of an intimate act. I mean, it would be weird if I let their cock in my pussy, but didn’t let them suck on my tits too,” she added.

I grimaced. “I’ll try not to be jealous,” I replied honestly, having no idea how this was really going to work out. Could I really put up with this for the foreseeable future? I got lucky this time, but she was going to end up coming back to finish the job. Never mind the fact that she definitely had other clients.

Her tone was gentle. “I’ll be patient with you. And if rewarding you for your supportiveness helps, then I’ll reward you all you want.”

Well shit, that was an interesting idea.

“Hmm,” I said with a growing smirk. “Actually, that might help a lot,” I said playfully.

She laughed. “Pervert,” she teased. “But maybe you’re right. Maybe if I reward you every time I do something that might make you jealous, then it’ll help you cope with my lifestyle.” She paused. “Actually, I think I’ll do that. Especially if I’m fucking more for pleasure, or otherwise enjoying myself. I’ll of course tell you about it, so I’m not hiding anything, but then I’ll make sure you get your own reward from me too.”

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, both hating and loving the idea, my cock in a weird half-erection state from a combination of arousal and nervousness. Because obviously I didn’t want her to fuck for pleasure, but also loved that she was going to make it her goal to reward me regularly.

“Okay,” I whispered simply, unsure of how else to respond.

She grinned. “Shit, I’m going to enjoy living with you from now on. It’s going to be fun. Especially making porn together. I can hardly wait.”

“Me too,” I agreed, knowing I could at least sincerely look forward to that part.

“Oh, and turn up here,” she added.

I nodded, doing as she asked. Of course, since I knew what school her boyfriend went to, I had a general idea of where to go, but now that we were getting closer, I needed directions again. Still, we were at least five minutes away, which resulted in us riding mostly in silence as she gave directions as needed.

Of course, having practically grown up with Amber, I didn’t feel uncomfortable by the silence at all.

On the contrary, we were both entirely comfortable simply existing in the other’s presence, without needing to socialize nonstop to fill the time.

It wasn’t until we pulled up to the parking area for students that she became more social again, pointing out the building she would be going into, since there were several. She also pulled out her phone to message her ex-boyfriend, since unlike the apartment complex, he would have to let her in the building.

Unsurprisingly, when she went in, she would be seen publicly in the communal halls, but not only had she been here probably a thousand times already, she also didn’t do business here, as far as I was aware. Making her just some random hot chick dating one of the older students, instead of being the slut who would fuck for money.

Grabbing her purse, she pulled out the cash she’d gotten from the most recent job, handing it to me. “Put this in your wallet, if you don’t mind. I have the exact amount I owe him in here, and don’t want to have extra on me.”

“Umm, sure,” I agreed, discreetly taking out my wallet and sticking the three huge bills inside.

She then flipped down the visor to check herself in the mirror, I assumed a long established habit to make sure she was presentable before meeting the one guy she was trying to keep her secret from, and then focused on me.

I was almost relieved that her black scrunchie was still on her wrist, though I knew I shouldn’t be worried about it either way.

She sighed. “Okay, so no telling how long on this one. I might be a minute, or I might be fifteen. Just depends if he wants to argue more about our unexpected breakup. You’ll need to be patient, because when I leave here, he needs to be clear we aren’t together anymore. Okay? Might be quick and easy, but just be prepared to sit tight for a bit, in case it’s not.”

I nodded, taking a deep breath. “Okay. I’ll just be listening to music then. Let me know if you need help or anything.”

She smirked. “Aww, that’s sweet, baby. But I can take care of myself. Besides, I plan to let him know you’re waiting on me, so he doesn’t try to keep me for long.”

I nodded, feeling a little more reassured. “Well, good luck. Love you.”

Her smile was warm. “Love you too, baby. Be right back.”

I kept my eyes on her like before, as she walked across the parking lot and toward one of the men’s dorms, mesmerized again by how fucking hot she was, with the sight being especially surreal since I knew I’d fucked her. I mean, I’d always shamelessly admired her when she wasn’t paying attention, since it was great jerking material for later on when I was alone, but now it just felt so different.

Pulling out my phone and getting my music going again, I just decided to assume she’d be fifteen minutes. That way, worst case and I was right. Best case, and she was quick like she suggested might happen.

However, when I noticed that the time was approaching twenty minutes, I did start to get a little anxious, trying to remember that I shouldn’t be jealous no matter what happened, if anything happened at all. But suddenly, all I could think about was wondering if they were fucking right now.

Because I knew she objectively liked his cock, and despite what she said, I could imagine her changing her mind and deciding to fuck him one last time.

Would she do it again, just as a sort of goodbye gesture?

And if she did fuck him to say goodbye, could I stomach that?

After all, cheating was sort of a taboo too, and for all I knew fucking her boyfriend while I waited in the car might make her just as wet as when she fucked me while breaking up with him over the phone.

Not to mention, it wasn’t like she hadn’t already fucked this guy a ton of times, so what was one more?

Dammit.

Once it got to twenty-five minutes, I began wondering if she’d be receptive to me messaging her. Or even just calling her, in order to give her an excuse to leave.

I mean, maybe she needed that?

Someone to call, to give her an excuse?

Turning off my music, I stared at my phone for a few seconds, before deciding to give her up to five more minutes.

I caught sight of her barely two minutes later.

The good thing was that she looked like she was fine physically, but something seemed off.

Her expression was more neutral, not looking upset, but also not looking overly in a good mood either. Just sort of ‘alright’ as if she was having a normal day. Problem was, it was a very intentional look on her part, one that I’d seen quite a few times before when she was trying to hide negative emotions, which tipped me off that everything wasn’t alright.

I tried to quell my anxiety as she climbed back in, resting her purse on her lap and then buckling her seatbelt. However, when I didn’t make any effort to begin pulling out to leave, she didn’t complain at all.

Instead, after a minute of silence, she sighed. “Didn’t quite go how I planned,” she admitted.

I tried to remain neutral about it. After all, she wasn’t my girlfriend…

“Did you…” I cleared my throat. “Did you fuck him?”

She shook her head, taking a deep breath. “No, but he wanted to. And when I refused, he wanted a blowjob instead.” She sighed. “So when I said no to that too, he became convinced that I was cheating on him. That there really is someone else.”

I glanced at the black scrunchie on her wrist, knowing she wasn’t lying if for no other reason than the fact that I’d gotten pretty good at detecting her lies over the years. Plus, there was no reason to lie to me about this to begin with.

After all, we’d already gone to see one guy for a blowjob, and even if that didn’t work out, I knew she’d be returning to finish that job, not to mention the fact that she’d already made it clear that she might fuck her ex-boyfriend again…if he paid her…

And she’d literally just given him a handful of cash.

Oh fuck.

I tried to swallow, my mouth dry. “Okay, so then what exactly happened?” I wondered quietly. “And is there a reason you refused?”

She didn’t look at me as she replied. “Well, after I gave him the money, we did end up talking about the breakup, which was what took most of the time. He really didn’t want to let me go. However, when I insisted that we were done, he ended up doing what I thought he might. He asked for one last fuck, saying that he felt like it was the least I could do, since it was so unexpected right before Christmas -- since I gave him no warning at all.” She sighed, glancing at me. “So I did what I said I would do. First, I refuse to fuck entirely, but when he asked for a blowjob, I sarcastically said that if he wanted it, then he’d have to pay me. He asked how much, and I told him three-hundred.”

“I thought you said five-hundred,” I commented, knowing it didn’t really matter at this point.

She looked at me in surprise. “Oh, it’s half price for him. Five-hundred for a fuck. But that means only two-fifty for a blowjob. I said three-hundred just because it was on my mind.” She took a deep breath. “However, what I didn’t consider was that he literally had a wad of cash in his hand, money I’d just given him. So he pulled out three-hundred and tried handing it to me.”

“But you didn’t accept it, right?”

She sighed heavily. “No, I didn’t. Or at least, not for that. He did end up giving me two-hundred when he reminded me that he sort of broke part of my camera last time. I think at that point he felt bad about trying to pay me for the blowjob, probably assuming that I’d been joking about it and was offended he took me seriously.”

“Okay…” I paused, trying to understand. “Not that I’m complaining, but why refuse?”

She took a deep breath. “Well, for one, you literally just cummed in me barely an hour ago, and there’s no doubt he would notice if we fucked. He’d definitely know there was another guy then. And as far as the blowjob…” Her voice trailed off, only for her to glance at me hesitantly. “I guess I just didn’t want to push you too far. Because you knew it was supposed to happen the other time, but if I did it unexpectedly like that…” Her voice trailed off again.

And I honestly couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

She refused a few hundred dollars simply because she was afraid of how it would affect me, to find out about something like that when I wasn’t mentally prepared for it. Granted, she was totally right. I’d feel like shit and probably find it more difficult to accept, compared to what she’d planned with the other guy.

Honestly, it was going to be tough to cope with either way, but doing it with her ex-boyfriend would definitely feel more like real cheating.

“Anyway, point is,” she finally continued, her tone sounding more normal. “He and I are definitely over now, and you’re officially the only guy I’ve fooled around with today. So, let’s go shopping, and just focus on the rest of the day.”

I took a deep breath and nodded, knowing she didn’t want to dwell on it.

No doubt, she felt a little vulnerable admitting that she’d declined to do something like that for my benefit, and I knew if I pushed her to truly admit that, then she’d just push right back and remind me that today was the exception. That she’d still be fucking and sucking for money, either way, and that I just got lucky today.

Besides, even if she had given her ex-boyfriend a blowjob, there wouldn’t have been much room to complain when they literally just broke up, and it wasn’t nearly as official before as it was now.

Not to mention, when we fucked earlier, I had been well aware that Amber was dating someone else, and she didn’t have to break up at all. Technically, she could keep dating him, with me having no right to complain, especially since I would have been more than happy to be the cock she was using to cheat on him.

Really, she could even change her mind and start dating him again. And if she did decide to do that, then it wasn’t like I was going to stop accepting her offer to let me fuck her. It was unfortunately just the reality I was facing by choosing to fuck her, in particular.

The girl I’d wanted since forever.

The sexy slut, who only worked up the courage to fuck me in the first place because she was a slut.

But she would likely never truly be mine, like how I might view a real girlfriend.

And when she fucked another guy, as she had a right to do since she technically wasn’t dating anyone now, I knew I shouldn’t view it as her cheating on me. Because I wasn’t her boyfriend.

I was only her friend, who she probably shouldn’t even be fucking in the first place.

Still, it was going to feel like cheating.

Dammit.

Deciding it was time to go -- wishing I could just get Amber to like me enough to give the slutty lifestyle up, but also feeling like that would be impossible -- I put the car in gear, only for Amber to stop me for a second as she pulled out the two-hundreds she’d mentioned from her purse. “Mind holding onto this for me too?” she wondered.

I absentmindedly accepted it and discreetly put it in my wallet like before, only to put my hands on the steering wheel again and pull out.

She reached over and rubbed my shoulder reassuringly. “By the way, how are you doing on money?”

I sighed, knowing I barely had fifty bucks in my bank account, since I’d never gotten a job and was thus trying to get by on what little I could. Thankfully, I didn’t have too many expenses that weren’t already paid for, but I still needed money for some things.

Like gas in my car, for instance, with that being the main drain on my account.

“I’m about out,” I admitted. “Why?”

“Well, because I just gave you five-hundred dollars, baby. Merry Christmas.”

I gawked at her, suddenly seeing a hint of vulnerability in her expression, as if she needed me to be okay with this. As if rejecting the money, which was the exact price for her to give a blowjob, would be equivalent to rejecting her. Fuck, half the money in my wallet was for her to eventually suck on some nerd’s cock, and yet she was literally giving me the full amount of that job in cash.

Which basically made this entire trip for me, since she wasn’t keeping it for herself.

Fuck.

And that wasn’t much different then possibly the ten times she’d fucked for the other ten grand she’d given me for school.

I took a deep breath, focusing on the road as I considered my answer. She didn’t say anything, but I knew what she needed from me. I was the first person, who she was close with, to ever know about this aspect of her life, and that also meant I was going to be the first person to either reject or accept her in the most complete and absolute way possible.

Stopping at an intersection to officially leave the campus, checking for other traffic briefly, I took a moment to focus on her, giving her a reassuring smile. “Thank you for the money, Amber. And Merry Christmas. I really appreciate everything you’ve done for me.” I gave her a warmer smile. “Now, let’s go shopping, and then go home and spend the rest of the day together.”

Amber gave me an extremely affectionate smile in return, her light green eyes almost seeming misty. “Sounds good, baby. And I promise to make sure this is the best week of your life.” She then grinned. “Or at least, the first best week of your life.”

“I can’t wait,” I replied simply, meaning every word of it.

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