Note: All characters are 18

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Part 1

“Hey…”

“Umm, hey?…” Amber replied, frowning slightly as the guy she’d assumed was her cousin’s date for the evening squeezed in next to her on the couch and slid his arm around her shoulders.

“Cool party, huh?” The mystery guy announced, failing to pick up on her discomfort. Amber twisted from his awkward embrace to scan the room for signs of her cousin.

Time to come and collect your chump of a date, Tammy... 

Her Mom’s birthday gathering at the family home wasn’t quite what Amber would describe as a ‘cool party’ - but it had been fun to catch up with members of her extended family this evening. Feeling uncomfortable, she shuffled her feet nervously. Smoothing hands over bare thighs, suddenly aware of how short her dress felt with this creep all up in her personal space.

“Aren’t you here with my cousin?” She asked him with a pointed look, hoping he’d take the fucking hint... Amber forced to lean back as much as she could when the creep loomed close to answer, his stare shifting slowly between her bare legs and the modest amount of cleavage she had on show…

“Tammy? Yeah, she’s cool – but don’t worry, she doesn’t need to know…” He leaned in further, greasy lips puckered – reek of stale BO rolling off the open neck of his shirt.

“OK, yeah, we’re not doing that… Not happening, buddy…” Amber sighed wearily as she scooched her ass forward to get up off the couch and escape, shocked when she felt his hand on the exposed skin above her knee. Pushing her back down with firm pressure. Forcing her to clamp her legs together when she felt him trying to move higher up her thigh.

“Don’t go – we were having such a nice conversation…” He whispered, and her stomach lurched at the entitlement in his tone. That and the sour whiskey fumes on his breath.

This guy's graduating from creep to predator now...

“Tammy! Come get your date before he gets his fingers broken!...” Amber called out into the crowded, noisy living room. A cluster of family looking over worriedly to see what was going on.

“Bitch…” The creep mumbled as he snatched his hand back and stood quickly, swaying momentarily before stumbling off. Amber’s middle finger bidding him safe travels as she made a mental note to speak with Tammy about her taste in men.

“Why is it I get attention from everyone but the guy I want it from.” She muttered, reflecting on her boyfriend Matty’s lack of interest in intimacy of any sort recently.

How was it Tammy’s creepo date was all over her - but the man she’d moved in with this year just wouldn’t make a move? It was getting depressing now. Honestly, even a tepid snuggle-fuck would be enough to set her right at this point. Not what she was truly after, of course, but she’d take it if Matty couldn’t give her the dominant, ‘pinned down and pounded’ rough dicking she was really craving.

“Everything OK, Amber?” She looked up to see her dad’s friend Tom looking at her with concern. “Was that guy bothering you?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry – I had it covered…” She sighed, shuffling up to make room for Tom to sit, patting the seat cushion next to her. “You having a good time? – mom and dad were so happy when they heard you were coming tonight.”

That was no lie. Since Tom's messy divorce last year, her parents had both worried about their gentle giant of a friend. Tonight’s party had partly been an attempt at some quiet matchmaking for the good-looking older man sat at her side - a fair number of mom and dad’s circle finding themselves ‘single and ready to mingle’ once more. House parties like this presented a great chance to try and pair a few of them of them off – even if only temporarily.

“Yeah… Umm, yeah, no - this is great…” The taciturn man to Amber’s right answered, fooling no one.

She laughed gently, smiling at Tom's sheepish reaction.

“That obvious, huh?” He sighed, eyes warm as he held her stare, caught in a lie but happy to tough it out. “It’s been a long time for me... since I tried to chat up women at parties, I mean... Not that I’m trying to chat you up! God, I... Jeez – see what I mean? I’m all over the place... Believe it or not Amber, when I was your age - I actually thought I was pretty good at this kind of thing...”

I can believe it, you silver fox… 

Amber shocked herself at the thought, surprised how much she enjoyed looking into his soulful brown eyes while he blushed and stammered. 

If Tom was having any trouble with the ladies tonight, it sure wasn’t down to his looks. 

Her father’s square-jawed friend had been hitting the gym long before his wife had packed her things and left. The dude looked good... One of the things dad thought might have hastened the end of the marriage, Tom’s buff new physique seen by his ex-wife as evidence of his desire to cheat, even if there was nothing to suggest that was actually true.

Judging by the hints mom had made about Tom's dead bedroom situation towards the end of the relationship though... Maybe there’d been something in it after all.

“I’m sure you’ll get back into the swing of it.” Amber answered, grinning. “I think there’s a fair few ladies that wouldn’t mind sitting where I’m sitting.”

She felt her face heat at Tom's laugh. That warmth blooming elsewhere when he replied, his deep voice honey-smooth…

“You always were such a good girl, Amber.” He said, kind smile making her feel guilty at her reaction to his innocent compliment. 

She swallowed hard to manage the spike of desire those two words fired in her, quickly forcing herself to remember who it was she was talking to. Thankfully, Tom helped her recover her composure, cooling the smoldering heat of the fantasy swiftly spinning up in her mind. 

“Where’s your boyfriend tonight?” He asked, “Your dad said you two had moved in together over in Lansing – you guys getting pretty serious now, eh?”

Amber cleared her throat, smiling sweetly and trying to moderate the quiver in her voice as she answered. While her body did its best to betray her...

“Ummm, yeah – definitely. Matty and I are so happy in the new place.” She lied. “We have to work quite a bit to afford it, but I fit in extra shifts around my studies, and he’s got the manager’s position at the coffee shop now, so…”

“Hey, that’s great! Good for you guys.” Tom’s response was genuinely enthusiastic. “Hang onto that feeling – even if it’s tough right now.” He sighed, the warmth in his eyes cooling, big man looking a little sad all of a sudden. “Take it from someone who knows. It’s hard to reignite that passion for each other once it cools.”

Don’t I fucking know it, buddy…

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Those words haunted Amber as she lay in bed later that night, up in her old room at her parent’s place. Head spinning from the shots she’d done with Tom after their little heart-to-heart; Amber’s attempt to fill her dad’s old pal with a bit of Dutch courage. 

Not that he’d appeared to need it in the end... Smoothly matching her pace on drinks while a growing gaggle of mom’s single friends hovered close to join the fun. 

Just before Amber had excused herself to go up to bed, she’d seen Tom sat on the couch, in deep conversation with a top-heavy friend of mom’s named Emily. His arm around her shoulders, her hand resting gently on his upper thigh… It was kind of clear where it was headed. 

An Uber had arrived for the pair a little later, Emily’s giggles and sighs firing a jealousy in Amber she’d struggled to contain.

Crushing on one of her dad’s friends was nothing new. She’d enjoyed stealing glances at Tom for years... But normally, she kept that kind of attraction under control – allow herself a few harmless thoughts about how those big hands of his might feel grabbing her thighs... This recent intimacy drought with Matty had made it so much harder to control though.

Hearing Emily’s happy excitement had cut right to the heart of it. Imagining the curvy older beauty pressed close to Tom's broad frame, fingers trailing over muscular arms, his strong hands groping her, dominating her…

Amber felt her breath shudder as the thought took hold, letting the fantasy play out in her mind… Images of Tom’s thick fingers closing around Emily’s slender neck as she laid back and spread her legs for him. Imagining her little stifled scream when he starts to ease his thick dick into her soaked pussy, whispering ‘good girl’ against her ear when she surrenders to it and his big cock starts to really stretch her out…

Amber pushed trembling fingers under the waistband of her panties, whimpering as they met the slick heat of her wetness. Pussy fat and throbbing, she explored her sex, a little shocked at how turned on she was by this fantasy. She teased her clit slowly, imagining Tom dominating the eager little slut spread wide for him, telling her to push her big tits together – letting her know how she could please him. Emily submitting, tugging at her nipples and whimpering as his grip tightens around her neck. Greedy pussy creaming over his length, so fucking wet for this man, using her body for his pleasure…

Amber wished it could be her.

Wished it was her instead of Emily. Spread under Tom, presenting her dripping cunt for filling. Wished it was her, red-faced and gasping as he took the pleasure he wanted from her body - making her his toy. His plaything…

His weight on top of her, his scent filling her nostrils when he relaxed his grip on her throat for just a second to let her snatch a breath. His cock stretching her out, filling her needy little hole with the thick dick she craved. 

Making her take it… Making her want more… To give him everything – to have him ruin her…

Amber came hard, thighs cramping, squeezing the hand between her legs. Her clit throbbing under her fingertips, tip exquisitely sensitive to the touch, twitching gently in synch with a deep, aching pleasure within. She groaned as loudly as she dared, jaw locked, desperate to open her mouth and scream with pleasure, but so fearful of waking the rest of the house.

This was what she yearned for. 

Wanted more than anything right now. 

Offering a silent prayer as she shuddered through the delicious aftershocks of her climax, hoping that Matty might somehow hear her through the ether. Tom, Matty… Whoever… Amber just wanted to be held down and fucked – pounded into a grool-soaked state of submission by a man who wanted only to control her for the night. Demand her obedience – take from her without mercy…

Matty was not that guy.

Sighing heavily, she breathed through the comedown of her orgasm, trying to tame her pounding heart. She bit her lip as she adjusted her underwear and turned onto her side, pussy still fat and hot, wonderfully slick as she shifted her weight to get comfortable.

However much she didn’t want to admit it, her boyfriend just couldn’t give Amber what she needed right now… 

Honestly, things had been tough recently - Matty’s laid-back nature coupled with his love of pot had killed a lot of the passion in their relationship. Their intimacy too… He’d always been more about flirty cuddles than a commanding presence in the bedroom, but prior to them moving in together, he’d at least been willing to try to give her some of the more dominant control she enjoyed in her physical relationships. 

As soon as they’d started living under the same roof though, things had taken a shift towards the domestic. Sex once a week had slipped to once a fortnight… And this month Matty had barely touched her, despite Amber trying to initiate regularly.

And even when they were intimate with each other, it was rarely more than a maintenance fuck. Lazy, though still loving… He’d quickly move past the type of breathless, unchained passion she adored to something sleepy and snuggly. Cumming after just a few minutes inside her - just as things were starting to work for Amber, it would all be over. Matty’s goofy grin telling her there was little hope of her putting in the effort for a second round.

Amber put these things from her mind, trying instead to focus on how much she’d enjoyed the party and the chance to catch up with family. Things would work out with Matty, she was sure of it. She just needed to give him time and let the stress of his new role at the coffee shop work its way out. Right?

Feeling sleepy, she considered sending him a quick message before she drifted off. Remind him that it was the second weekend of the month. Favorite point in the sales period for their brooding regional manager, Ethan, to pay a visit to their little store on the fringes of the city. 

Tired and fighting sleep now, she decided against it… Matty was perfectly capable of prepping the store for a visit without her…

Right?

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Hope you enjoyed part 1, thank you so much for reading! Part 2 will be along soon...