Dutch girl Amber. Of the few women I’ve slept with, she was definitely the wildest. And she had the highest libido of all. She was always up for trying new things and was always in the mood. When we were stuck waiting around, she’d often look at me with a mischievous glint in her eye or make a move to get me aroused. Photo above from another Amber.

This also always worked, and it led to sex as soon as it was possible again. Amber wasn’t my first sexual partner, but she was the one who helped me mature sexually. I met her when we became roommates in college. The house was home to three people: Robert, who was often away, and two others, Amber and me, who had recently moved in. We shared the kitchen and bathroom, but we each had our own bedroom. I immediately noticed that Amber was attractive. She had brown eyes, brown hair, a lovely body, and above all, a great look.

She had a way of looking, especially with a sultry smile, that made me feel spontaneous arousal. I didn’t do anything with it, though. I was already in a relationship with Paula, so Amber only made me hungry in a sexual way. I was already having sex with Paula. Amber was in a relationship with Bart, who was a pretty nice guy but maybe a little too interested in her. Maybe that was my subconscious jealousy. I’d heard Amber and Bart having sex a few times—our house was a bit noisy—and I’d secretly fantasized about what it would be like to do it with her. After spending a couple of months there, I ended up single again. After over a year together, I ended things with Paula. It’s not a particularly thrilling tale, but my feelings for her had gradually waned. I wasn’t interested in anyone else, including Amber, but I kept fantasizing about having sex with her. It was more lust than infatuation.

I once saw her without clothes on. She wanted to take a shower, had forgotten something, and wanted to quickly grab it from her room. As luck would have it, I just happened to open my door. I apologized, “Oh, sorry.” For a split second, she seemed taken aback, but then she looked at me with that sexy gaze again. “No problem, my mistake.” Before I knew it, the moment was over. I couldn’t see much, but it really got my attention. It seemed like there was more tension between Bart and Amber. I noticed a few times that they were irritated with each other, and at least once it led to audible make-up sex. In the end, their relationship fell apart.

Their bickering turned into a lighthearted argument. I was in the kitchen when I heard her room door open. “It’s over between us,” he said. “Get out of my life! I don’t want to see you again,” she yelled. I watched from the kitchen as she shut the door on him, looking pretty mad. She stormed back to her room and slammed the door behind her. I thought it might not be the best idea to go straight to her. I figured she just needed a moment to herself. After about half an hour, I knocked on her door and asked if it would be okay for me to come in. She looked pretty upset, and I could tell she was feeling pretty down.

She was crying. “I heard you,” I said. “Do you want to go over this again?” “That bastard,” Amber interrupted. “I’m all over him.” I was met with a lengthy, expletive-laden monologue that I will not repeat here. By now, I was old enough to know that in those moments, the most important thing is to listen and not give advice.

At the same time, I knew I had to be careful about crossing the line into the friend zone, although this was certainly not the time to try anything. Over time, she started to calm down and become more relaxed. We even talked about some other topics, and for a moment I saw her smile, though it was a bit faint.

“I need some time to myself,” she said as the clock approached midnight. “Of course,” I replied, briefly touching her knee before standing up. Amber stood up as well. “Thanks,” she said, and gave me a hug. In the weeks that followed, we had more contact than ever. My previously vague fantasies started to seem more realistic. I got caught up in the idea of having sex with her. That glimpse of her naked body from the bathroom seemed to burn into my retinas. The key was to maintain a professional distance and make a move at the right time. I needed to be careful not to rush things, because she might not be ready, and I also needed to be patient and wait for the right moment. I was there for her as a friend and also made sure to give her a little touch or a flirtatious compliment.

One night, after dinner at a friend’s house, I came home.

It was around midnight, so I quietly slipped out without waking her. I hadn’t seen our other roommate, Robert, in a few days, so I didn’t think to include him in my calculations. I heard soft moans from Amber’s room. My heart was racing. It seemed like she was having sex. I suddenly felt a rush of adrenaline. Had I missed my chance? Had I missed my chance? Or was she not interested in me? All I could hear was Amber. And there was a slight hum. I suddenly understood. My disappointment quickly turned into excitement. I couldn’t help but keep listening for a while.

The situation led to a bit of a bulge in my pants. I opened my door and got undressed. The next evening I was in her room. We were drinking a beer. I had already decided after yesterday that I shouldn’t wait too long. Amber looked lovely. She was dressed casually, hardly any makeup, just very natural. We chatted about small talk, laughed a lot and touched each other more than strictly necessary.

I had to give it a shot tonight. “Good to see you’re feeling positive about this again,” I said. “What do you mean?”
“You seem cheerful.” I’m relaxed. That’s nice. “Wasn’t I?” I couldn’t help but follow that look that made my knees weak. I’ve been less cheerful and relaxed the last few weeks. It was a beautiful sight, though. Absolutely. I looked her in the eye. Amber paused for a moment and asked, “What are your thoughts on being single?” Well, to be honest… Paula, I haven’t seen you with a girl.
“I needed time. The first few weeks were rough.” I didn’t go into too much detail. “What about you?” “What do you miss?”
“What do you think?” I think so, too. I nodded and gave a little sad smile.

The sexual tension was really starting to build. “I have a lot of needs, so I guess I’ll just have to do it myself,” she laughed. I’d never heard other women make a comment about masturbation. “I heard you.” I got home last night. Amber actually got a little shy for a moment. “I can’t deny that.” What did you hear? Her hand was on my knee, and she was looking at me playfully. I did my best to be quiet so as not to wake you. You weren’t asleep, though. I heard you moaning. “I also heard humming.” I tucked a lock of her brown hair behind her ear. Amber smiled and put her head on my shoulder. “My new partner.” What were your thoughts on the matter?

I thought it was kind of hot. I went to my room. I didn’t mention that I had been listening for a little longer. “And I did what I did.” Amber looked at me, and I gave her a nod. “You were thinking about me while you were masturbating?”
“I can’t deny that,” I confessed, feeling a little uncomfortable. Amber leaned in and whispered in my ear. “I was thinking about you too,” she said quietly. I turned my head. Our tongues touched. Amber ended the kiss. “What were you thinking about?”
“How you would look.”

“What would it be like with you?” I kissed her again. “No. What were you hoping we would do?”

“Precisely.” Another kiss. Amber took my shirt off. “I licked your pussy.” “That I had sex with you,” I saw her look. I had to be exact. “Missionary position.” And you blowing me. I pulled her sweatshirt over her head. Two firm, not-too-big breasts in a black bra. “I’d like you to have sex with me.” And lick, too. I’d like to have your cock in my mouth. “And your semen.” I undid the clasp of her bra and exposed her breasts. I took one small, hard nipple into my mouth and the other one I caressed with my hand. “I want to feel your whole body.”

More clothes fell to the floor. She gave my panties a little massage and then removed my last piece of clothing. I lifted Amber and laid her on the edge of her bed, fully clothed. I grabbed the sides of her panties with my hands. Amber shifted her hips, and she was also naked. I got down on my knees. Her gorgeous pussy, with a tiny patch of brown hair, was right there, looking inviting. I gave her inner thighs a little kiss. “Oh my goodness.” “Yes,” I heard Amber say. I grabbed her hips and pulled her closer. I licked her labia with my tongue. I sampled her arousal.

It was even more delicious than the two pussies I had licked so far. I wanted to take my time, but Amber guided my head closer to her body. I used my fingers to part her lips. I teased her clit with the tip of my tongue. Amber let out a loud gasp and moan. I’d heard her with her ex and knew she wasn’t being quiet. I didn’t expect this, though. I got even more turned on and kept licking. “Yes, yes, yes.” Amber wrapped her legs around my head. It was difficult to breathe. I was really enjoying myself.

Amber was enjoying it too. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.” I kept going. Her breathing got faster and then suddenly stopped. Her moans got softer and higher. “Ja… ja… jaa…” I wanted to keep going, but Amber pushed my head away. She looked wild with a happy grin. I stood up straight, felt over her wet pussy, grabbed my cock, and put it in front of her entrance.

I got in easily. Amber let out another moan. “I want to have sex with you,” I said, which might have been a bit redundant. “Fuck me hard,” Amber replied in a husky voice. “Oh yes.” “That’s nice.” What a wild ride! After a few gentle thrusts, I gave her what she wanted. I went in hard. All out. I was moaning loudly now too. I was totally free of any inhibitions. I really shouldn’t have had sex with Paula or May like that. I thrust my hips forward, pushing my cock deep inside Amber. Once more, and then again. I carried on going. “Wait a minute,” Amber suddenly said and pushed me away. She got up off the bed and sat down in front of me.

Without a moment’s hesitation, she took my cock into her mouth. Paula and May tried to give me a blowjob, but it was a bit uncomfortable for them. I’d never been allowed to come in their mouths. Amber knew exactly what to do. We were already too busy to start with anything quiet. My hard-on disappeared deep into her mouth, and her tongue slid over my rod and glans. I was blown away. I’d never been this turned on before. Simone’s head moved back and forth. I could feel every movement. My hands were on her head, pushing my cock even deeper into her mouth. My legs gave out. I couldn’t hold it any longer. “I’m about to come,” I said. Amber carried on. “Ugh,” I groaned as I came, spurting my semen into her mouth.

A second jet followed. Amber pulled her head back. A third jet and a few more drops landed on her face. I took a quick breath. I was pretty tired by that point. I grabbed her head with both hands to steady myself. My still-hard cock went back into her mouth. I was in heaven. I came back to reality and looked down. Panting, Amber and I looked at each other. Her face was still covered in my cum. “Wow, this is pretty nice,” I panted. She licked over my rod one last time. “I’ll be right back,” and she disappeared into the bathroom. It didn’t take long. By now I was sprawled out on her bed. Amber curled up against me. “I’ve never had a better orgasm,” she whispered.

She ran her hand over my breast. “I haven’t either. You took it all in,” I replied. “Not everything,” she said with a smile. “May I kiss you?” I pulled her in closer and we kissed again. Now I’m feeling much calmer. Amber was lying on top of me. I gave her buttocks a little pat. She gave my ear a little nibble. “We’re not ready for tonight,” she said. I was already aware of that. I let my hand slide over her buttocks and felt between her labia. It was still wet. I slowly inserted a finger, then another. Amber let out a soft moan. I looked at her face to see how she was doing. Her expression had changed. She looked like she was enjoying it. Her mouth opened slightly, and she began to breathe steadily, her eyes full of desire.

Amber moved her hand down. She lined up my cock, and I slid back in. “I’d like you to put your penis inside me.” Her comments really got me going. She started to move up and down on me at a slow pace. Her movements were smooth. As she took my cock deep inside her, her pussy squeezed my rod, then relaxed with the movement back. “You’re doing a great job,” I panted. She looked at me as she kept going. She bit her lower lip gently. “Your cock feels great,” Amber said, moving her upper body so that she was sitting upright on me. She kept riding me. She moved her hips in a sensual, rhythmic way. I looked down and watched my penis disappear deep inside her again and again.

Amber leaned back a bit more, putting her hands next to my knees to help her balance. Panting. Groans. He grunts. The sounds of passionate, intimate sex. I could feel an orgasm building up. Not yet. It’s a bit too soon. I grabbed her and threw her on the bed. “Turn around,” I instructed. Amber was attentive and listened. I quickly squeezed my glans to stop myself from ejaculating. It was a helpful move. I saw her backside in front of me. I hadn’t had a chance to check out that one yet. Nice and round, the right size. I gave her buttocks another little tap and pulled her up by her hips. From behind, I penetrated her again. “Oh yes,” Amber moaned. I started out slow. My cock disappeared completely into her. I pulled out and brought it all the way inside her again. And again.

I gradually picked up the pace. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

“Yes, fuck me hard,” Amber moaned. I pushed my cock deep inside her and held her hips firmly. “Yes, like that.” “Oh my.” “You’re really attractive.” Once more, I thrust deeply and forcefully. Amber let out a brief moan. I kept it up for a while, switching between fast and slow. Amber was getting louder and louder. I decided that she should put her legs together. I spread my legs.
I felt more pressure on my cock. I pushed Simone’s upper body against the mattress and kept going, fucking her firmly. My hand was on the back of her neck. The side of her head was pressed firmly into the mattress. “Oh… oh… oh… oh…” she moaned.

I grabbed her wrists and pulled her head up. At the same time, I kept going with the thrusting. “Oh, my.” Oh, oh, oh! Oh my goodness! … Amber let out moans that seemed to go on forever. I was just as excited. I gasped, moaned, and roared from my toes. I was really enjoying the sensation of this hot body beneath me. Her moans became shorter and faster again. Then she fell silent. Her body suddenly became rigid. She let out a high-pitched cry and her arms moved rapidly and involuntarily.

She let her head fall back onto the bed. “Ah, yes,” Amber moaned. Her orgasm was the final straw for me. I thrust inside her a few times. My penis was still inside her vagina, and it was still hard. I let out a long moan and ejaculated a few times. I fell forward onto her body and quickly turned halfway around so she wouldn’t feel my full weight on her. We stayed like that for quite some time. We were both breathing heavily. Post-coital glow. I gave her a little stimulation down there. We were both a little wet. We kissed and then looked into each other’s eyes. “That was quite an experience,” I said with a smile. “I want to feel you like that as many times as possible,” Amber replied. “Did you enjoy it?” I asked the familiar. “It’s not really normal,” she confirmed, and kissed me softly on the lips.

I’m still not sure what exactly was going on between Amber and me. We never loved each other. We were good friends, though, and exclusive to each other while it lasted. That lasted for almost a year until I fell in love with another girl. It was probably best for me to move out soon after that. My new friend was a bit sensitive about me living with Amber. We didn’t see each other as much. It’s now been fifteen years. As I told you, Amber was my wildest, hottest, and most experimental bed partner. Always in the mood, always up for something new. With her I matured sexually. I’m single again now. I’m going to contact her again soon. Who knows, maybe we can relive old times.