Amber

When: June 1981

Status: Single

Meetings: 1
Occupation:: Student/Bookkeeper

Age: Early Twenties
Quotable:  "Let's get high and fuck."

I'll always remember Amber. She was a girl I shared a night back almost thirty years ago. She helped me get over a rough patch (and vice-versa). I'll explain this more later in this entry.

It was the end of June in 1981. I was still banging Amanda, but had just finished up my time with Sissy. That was kind of a bummer; Sissy was really, really cute. But she went back up to Washington and that ended that. I still wonder whatever happened to her and her boyfriend.

Anyway, the last Friday night of June, I was dateless, Jim was busy, and all of my other friends were also doing something, so I had the night to myself. I headed over to one of my favorite places, The Buffalo Inn. I figured I could grab a beer and a burger and at least do something that night.

The Buffalo was the farthest thing from a singles joint that you could get. It's the kind of place couples frequent on dates, where buddies hang out and have a few beers, and families go to. A meat market it is not. They don't even serve hard liquor.

They also have indoor and outdoor seating. The outdoor seating is comprised of differently-shaped picnic tables and the ground isn't paved, it's covered with those wood chips people get when they're filling in their flower beds.

Since I talk about the Buffalo so much, here are a couple of pics. I didn't take them.

This is the front of the Buffalo.

This is near the back of the outside seating area where I met Amber.

I got there around 8, hoping that it wouldn't be too busy. It was busy enough, but I was able to grab a small table near the back. I relaxed, took my time eating and enjoyed my Coronas. I really wasn't paying too much attention to anything. My mind was on Amanda. She hadn't been able to meet for sex that day and I wouldn't be able to see her until Monday. I was also thinking of my ex-girlfriend, Dez, who had left California to attend Notre Dame.

I was really missing her, so I wasn't really looking for another hook-up. Dez had wanted me to move back to South Bend with her, but I knew that wouldn't be practical, as much as I loved her. It wasn't like I could've even gotten into Notre Dame, let alone pay for it if I did. Dez had an academic scholarship. Then again, when you apply yourself fully in school, good things like that tend to happen.

So as my thoughts turned from Amanda to Dez, I found myself getting more and more depressed. She would've have stayed had I only just asked. All I had to do was say "stay". I couldn't do that to her. I may be a selfish prick at times, but at least one time up to that point I had done something right, and that was letting--making--Dez go.

The thing is, it was so painful when she left, I hadn't thought about it. I hadn't allowed myself to even grieve, so to speak, that she was gone. I just started sleeping around, working, doing whatever. Anything to keep my mind off of that crazy girl I had known for years.

I was on my second beer when I heard, "You look how I feel."

I looked up and saw a pretty blonde girl at the next table.

"Why do you feel how I look?"

"What's her name?"
"Dez."

"Bobby's why I feel how you look. Why no Dez?"

"Went away to college. Why no Bobby?"

"We broke up. He cheated on me. Got another girl pregnant."

I held up my beer. "To life fucking us." She held hers up. "To life fucking us."

Misery really does love company. And at that moment, I did too.

"Mind if I join you?"

She didn't wait for an answer and got up and walked over.

"So, when does this shitty feeling stop?"

"I don't know. Someday I hope."

"Me too. I forgave him for cheating. And then we find out that whore was pregnant."

We talked and drank for a couple of hours. I wasn't hitting it too hard, but Amber was. She talked about Bobby, how they had dated for three years and how they had been planning on getting married. Then they had a fight and he went out and nailed another girl that they both knew. He confessed and Amber forgave him.

Then they found out the other girl was pregnant. Bobby didn't want to do the right thing, but he did. And the right thing was to break up with Amber and marry "that whore". They had been living together (Amber worked as a bookkeeper and attended Cal Poly part-time) and she moved out of their apartment and back in with her parents.

I told her all about Dez and how she left.

"Why didn't you tell her to stay?"

"Because she would have."

She just smiled. We resumed our conversation, talking about school, work, and life in general. Around 9:30, she said, "So can I ask you something?"

"Sure."
"Were you out tonight just to go out, or maybe you were looking for somebody?"
"I thought I'd go out and see what happened."
"So, do you have you own place? Or are you still at home?"
"Still at home."
"My parents are home....."
"So are mine."

She sat back and thought for a moment.

"Wanna go fifty-fifty on a motel room?"
"Sounds great."
"Is there a cheap one around here?"

Good question. And no, there wasn't. There were some hotels just a couple of miles away in Claremont, but they were mucho bucks.

Ah, but it didn't have to be Claremont!

"How about the Super 8 by the (Ontario International) airport?"
"Perfect!" We were still sober and decided to meet there. Before we left, I told Amber that I'd stop and get some beer. When I started to get into my car, she said, "Hey?"

"Yeah?"

"You have any....you know?"

Then she made the internationally recognized symbol for toking. "Not on me, but I think I can get some."

"Cool. Listen, you do that, I'll get the beer and some snacks and see you there in an hour?"
"An hour's good."

She took off and I headed back home. My parents were asleep, so I went into my room, grabbed some joints and drove down to the motel. It didn't me an hour to get there, and it didn't take Amber an hour, either. She was waiting for me in the parking lot and we went in and got a room.

We went back out to our cars and got our "supplies" for the night and took them up to our room. Our first order of business was to light up and soon we were feeling really, really good. Then we downed some beer and were realllllllllllllly feeling good. 

After a few minutes of talking and kissing, Amber pushed me down onto the bed and freed Mr. Happy and started sucking me off. She told me to relax and just let her "take care of this hard cock."I don't know what the exact definition of "cool" is, but certainly getting a blow job while being high would fall into that category. I just leaned back on my elbows while Amber licked and sucked my balls and hard cock. At one point, she took my cock out of her mouth and said, "Beer and a pre-cum chaser!"

We both thought this was hilarious. And that's because when you're high, pretty much everything you hear is the funniest thing you've ever heard. After we were done laughing, Amber went back to work. A couple of minutes later, I could feel that great sensation that lets you know that you're about to cum.

I pulled my cock out of Amber's mouth and we watched me spray my load onto Super 8's carpet. Think of that image the next time you drop something in a hotel room and need to get the floor to find it. Amber looked down at my handiwork and laughed and said, "That carpet needed a pattern anyway!"

I remember joking around with her that a model had never given me a blow job before. Of course, she wasn't a model, but as you can tell by her pics, she could've been one had she chosen to. She laughed and struck a pose. I told her to hold it and grabbed my camera. Then I started snapping away. Amber started a nice, slow striptease. When we were finally done, she laughed and said, "That really got me hot."

I walked over and laid her on the bed. She spread her legs and I started eating her out. Posing really had turned her on, if her wet pussy was any indication. I ran my tongue up and down her lips and then pushed it hard against her clit. I then slid two fingers into her pussy. She jerked a little and moaned. It was probably two minutes, most, before she let out a loud groan--which was almost a yell--and came. I stripped out of my clothes and leaned down and started kissing Amber some more. I kissed my way down to her nipples and started sucking them. Amber let out a soft sigh and started stroking my hard cock.

After a minute or so, Amber and I stood up and she kissed me and motioned to the bed and said, "Lie down on your back." I did as requested and Amber then crawled on top on me, positioning her pussy and ass right above my face. She then leaned forward and started sucking my hard cock. I went back to work on her pussy and moved to her ass and started rimming her.

She liked that. She liked that a lot.

"OH FUCK....YES......keep doing that!"

No problem!

As her warm mouth slid up and down Mr. Happy, I kept working my way up and down her ass crack. She kept groaning and gyrating her ass. I could feel her working her way towards another orgasm and decided to drive her over the edge. I took my tongue and worked it around the outside of her asshole. "Yeah.....yes.....right there....."

Then I slid my tongue into her ass. That did it. She raised her head up, started jerking my cock, and came. I remember hoping that Mr. Happy wouldn't have to make a trip to the ER to be reattached. After she caught her breath, Amber started jacking me off again. A few jerks from her soft hand, and I was shooting my load, listening to Amber say, "That's it honey....that's it....yeah....."

After I came, she said, "Man, I needed this tonight."

We got up and started toking again. We opened up another couple of beers and decided to lay waste to a bag of potato chips. Amber had stocked us up well for the night. She brought several bags of chips, a couple of six packs, and some candy bars. That thing about getting the munchies when you're high? Totally true. You take some hits of pot, even the surrounding furniture looks tasty.

After an hour or so (I guess, I really don't remember), we started making out on the bed again. I played with her pussy and fingered her clit as we kissed. Then I grabbed some lube and put it on my hand.

That's right. It was time to take Amber to the Pilot!

I started massaging her pussy slowly and she spread her legs wide. Amber's reaction to the Pilot was immediate--and very positive. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me down to her so she could kiss me. Needless to say, this was a somewhat awkward position for me to be able to perform the Pilot. But I was able to shift around a little and keep kissing her. As she approached another orgasm, she kept shoving her tongue into my mouth harder and harder.When she was about to cum, she didn't break the kiss, but I could tell that she was coming by her squeals. She finally broke our kiss. Then she smiled and got on all fours, with her ass sticking up in the air. I went up behind her and slid right in. She was tight, warm and wet. I've mentioned many times that it takes me forever to cum when fucking a woman in this position. And this was no exception. I just kept fucking Amber like a machine for several minutes, making her cum twice.

Finally, she laid on her side and lifted her leg up in the air. I laid next to her and slid right in. She brought down her leg and I started thrusting into her again. I love the spoon position. But it's hard for me to hold off cumming. I managed to bring Amber to one more orgasm before filling up her pussy with my cum. I was assuming she was on the pill. At least I hope she was, because we weren't using condoms and had never discussed contraception. Amber rolled out of bed to clean up. The beer and Mother Nature were getting to her--and me as well. She stumbled on her way into the bathroom. I was hoping I'd get to fuck her one more time before we passed out. Then again, a little part of me just wanted to pass out. She came out and I used the facilities.

After I got back, we drank and smoked some more. I think we talked some more too. Or just babbled incoherently and laughed at everything. Finally, we hit the sheets. I passed out fast and didn't remember anything except Amber sucking my dick sometime during the night. I also remember her saying, "C'mon baby, I wanna fuck again."

She did get me hard and crawled on top and rode me until both of us came. The room was spinning, the bed was rocking and since the lights were out, I could barely see her. It was a really weird fuck. It was also a great fuck. She rode me until I shot my load into her again. Then she crawled off me and passed out. I don't know if she came that time or not. And I was way too fucked up to care at that point.

I don't remember anything after that. Well, I don't remember anything from that last fuck until that alarm went off in the morning. I somehow propped myself up onto my elbows and hit the fucking thing with my fist to make it shut up. Then I realized that I was the only one in the room.I shook off the cobwebs the best I could and got up and said, "Amber? You here?" No answer.

I looked around and her bag and purse were gone. All the empty chip bags and empty beer bottles had been thrown away. The window was open just a bit--no doubt to air out the stale scent of Mary Jane. Whoa. I had been abandoned. But really, who knew? She might've tried to wake me up when she was ready to leave and got no response. I know that I didn't set the alarm to go off at 10:15, so she must've done that. I hopped into the shower and cleaned myself up.

Then I got dressed and checked out and went home. I passed out for a few more hours and spent the rest of the day recovering. So did she just take off? It really doesn't matter either way. However, I think she did try and wake me. She set the alarm and cleaned up the room. Had she been in a hurry, she wouldn't have done either.

And it's not like she got drunk and then decided to fuck me and then regretted--it was the opposite. Of course, that raises the question of why she didn't leave a note. But like I said, it really doesn't matter.

She was fun and a really nice girl. She went out looking for some fun, and luckily for me, we ran into each other at the Buffalo.

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