First Pt. 01 of 03

My name is Matthew, I am 23 and this story might seem a bit strange, but as with everything in life; to each his own. This is the story of how Amber and I started our sexual relationship. To some, it might seem strange, dysfunctional or even downright degrading, but it's the truth nevertheless. Read it and do with it as you will.

I met Amber in literature class at the local university -- a sort of advanced book club if you will. She was downright beautiful; natural long, blond hair, flowing down her shoulders, freckles all over her cute face, the most adorable smile you'll ever see and a body that could make a grown man cry. I lusted after her from the first moment I laid eyes on her, but as time went by, I also got to know her and I soon realized that she was as beautiful on the inside as on the outside. Aside from being smart -- she was well-read on a large number of topics and had an interesting opinion on most subjects -- she had a great sense of humor and a wonderful personality.

I asked her out for a cup of coffee, then a bite to eat, then dinner, then another dinner. Although we seemed to be hitting it off pretty well, she always kept me at a distance. At first, I assumed it was because she wasn't interested in me romantically. But as I also felt she was often flirting with me, I decided I needed to be absolutely sure before moving on. So, towards the end of our fourth date -- if I was going to get shot down, I might as well enjoy myself first, right -- I decided to ask her frankly.

"Amber, don't take this the wrong way, but I am after something more than friendship here; if you're not interested, just tell me, and we can still be friends, but at least I can stop kidding myself, and I can stop falling in love with you," I said.

She looked at me, took a few moments to compose herself and then replied, "I am having a great time with you Matthew, and I'd like this relationship to go further as well, but I am afraid of ruining what we have."

"Look, it's okay... if you're not attracted to me, then..."

She chuckled and interrupted me, "Not attracted to you? Matthew, after our last date, I masturbated for twenty minutes, do you know how long it's been since I've done that?"

Needless to say, I was flabbergasted. Sure, I felt proud and flattered, but also very confused. If I made her that horny, why wouldn't she let me kiss her, or feel her up a little bit at least?

She could tell I was taken aback -- to say the least -- so she decided to explain herself further.

"You probably think that I am this normal girl, but I have a dark side, Matthew... a fetish."

"You mean like leather or fishnets?" I asked naively.

Again she chuckled and said, "No Matthew, nothing with clothes or attributes... my fetish deals with the sexual acts themselves."

"I am confused, I thought you were a virgin," I asked.

"I am... "

"But then... how do... the fetish, I don't understand," I stammered.

"Look, for now, this fetish is just in my head, but I've been walking around with it for years. It has fueled most of the few orgasms I've ever had and I always promised myself that when the time came to start a relationship, I would do whatever I could to make it happen. But now that I am about to actually start one, I am not so sure anymore."

"Why don't you start by telling what your fetish is?" I asked carefully.

"You sure?"

"I don't think there's another way out of this, do you?"

"Guess not," she said, sipping from her beverage.

"Okay, here goes," she said, taking a deep breath.

"I think I love you Matthew, and after seeing my fair share of porn over the years, I can't imagine there being anything I would not be willing to do to you, or let you do to me, but..."

"But..." I repeated curiously.

"I don't want you to be first!" she blurted out, immediately pouring the remainder of her beverage down her throat.

"Wait... what? You don't want me to be first? What does that mean? You wanna have another relationship first?"

"No, I don't want anyone else, Matthew, I want you and I want to have sex with you! It's just that everything I do to you, I wanna do to someone else first!"

I took my soda and poured it down it one big swig. For some reason, my cock was bigger and harder than it had been all day. After putting my glass down, I just took about ten seconds to let her words sink in, trying to wrap my head around the concept.

"So, that's why we haven't kissed yet, or why you wouldn't let me feel you up?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Before I can, some other guy has to do it first?"

Again she nodded, and added, "And you have to watch."

"What?!" I whispered, shocked, feeling my cock become even harder.

"So, I have to watch you kiss another guy before I can kiss you... and if I want a handjob, I..."

After several seconds of silence, I continued, "That's fucked up Amber!"

"I know, but that's exactly what a fetish is... it's nasty, dirty or disgusting and it usually doesn't make any sense, but that's what makes it so exhilarating. Just knowing that everything I do to you, I've done to someone else first makes me wet. I know it makes me a slut for doing it while we're together, and I know it makes you a bit of a cuckold for watching me do it, but knowing those things only makes me want to do it more."

Needless to say, the atmosphere was ruined at that particular moment and so I cut our date short, telling her I needed some time to think about her ludicrous proposition. To tell you the truth, the first thing I did upon coming home was take out my ridiculously hard cock and stroke myself to a finish in the hallway. I didn't even make it into the living room. I figured that once the sexual urgency had gone, I would see things clearer, make the logical decision and end the relationship with Amber.

I pondered the issue for the rest of the night, dividing whatever time was left between drinking and whacking off. In the morning, after getting rid of another hard-on and having some breakfast, I could draw no other conclusion then that I wanted to be with her, no matter the cost.

I rationalized the whole, perverted thing, as a fad, nothing more. It would just be a one-time thing, it wasn't cheating, it was an investment, a conceit I needed to make to make this relationship work. Besides, judging from my incessant wanking over the last twelve or fourteen hours, it wasn't as if I wasn't getting anything in return. I could see a lot of spank bank moments in the foreseeable future.

In that moment of euphoria, I texted Amber that I wanted to move forwards, and as such, would be agreeing to her terms.

To my surprise, she immediately texted back, "Excellent news, what would you like to do to me first?"

Figuring it would be wise to start off slowly, I replied, "Kiss, cup a feel... that sort of thing."

Several minutes later, I received another text, "Ok, meet me at Central Plaza, 11am."

When I arrived at the Plaza, Amber was waiting for me, wearing a little red skirt, a white tank top accentuating her boobs and sneakers. With her sunglasses and her long flowing blond hair, she looked like a model. She was holding a clipboard and a pen.

She gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "I am really excited about this! You have no idea how important this is for me!"

"Yeah, well, no promises, I might still bail on you," I stated.

"Fair enough," she whispered, realizing what she was asking of me.

"So, what's the plan?" I asked.

"Well, you want to kiss and touch me, so we're going to make sure some other guy does that to me first, right in front of you," she stated, making herself squirm with pleasurable anticipation for a moment.

"Just follow my lead," she said, taking a look around the Plaza.

After ten or fifteen seconds, she located someone interesting and said, "Let's go."

We walked up to the guy, who was leaning against a bench and fiddling with his phone.

Amber cleared her throat and said, "Excuse me."

The guy looked up, kind of annoyed because we had interrupted him, but his face changed as soon as he saw my gorgeous girlfriend.

"We're doing a social study on sexual behavior and preferences, could I ask you a few questions?" she asked.

"Sure," the guy said, looking her up and down as he put his phone away.

"Ok, are you straight?"

"Yes, very much so," the guy said, with a slightly deeper voice than before.

"Do you like boobs?"

"Yes!"

"Do you like my boobs?"

The guy looked at her rack for a moment a bit shy, and then said, "They're gorgeous!"

"How big do you think they are?"

"Uh... I uh... I don't..."

"You can touch them, and weigh them if you want," Amber blurted out.

Here we go, I thought to myself.

"Are you serious?" he said, looking around as if he was looking for a hidden camera.

"Sure," my girlfriend said, "Go ahead; take as long as you need."

Still a bit hesitant, the guy reached out, looking my girlfriend right in the eye, just in case she'd change her mind and slowly put his hands on her tits. As she didn't object, he followed the curve of her tits and began fondling them all over. After ten seconds or so, he cupped the bottom of them and weighed them. We all knew he didn't have a clue what he was doing, but we all pretended he was doing it for a reason other than to molest my girlfriend's tits. He weighed them extensively, moving her rack up and down several inches.

Suddenly my girlfriend surprised everyone, especially the guy, by saying, "Don't forget the nipples."

"The nipples?" the guy stated dubiously, not understanding what her nipples had to do with the original question.

"Yes, they are part of my boobs too, you know," she replied.

"Right," the guy said, needing no further clarification and used his thumbs and index fingers to gently rub both her nipples and tweak them softly, nervously looking at her. Amber just looked down at his fingers flicking her hard nipples, trying her best to conceal how incredibly horny she was.

After letting him fondle her tits and tweak her nipples for another two minutes or so, Amber suddenly asked, "And?"

As if awakened from a dream -- a sentiment I could relate to -- the guy pulled his hands back and said, "Uh... double D?" which was probably the only cup-size he knew.

"No," Amber replied amused, "But thanks for the compliment."

After pretending to write something down on her clipboard, she asked, "How are your kissing skills?"

"Kissing skills?"

"Yes, on a scale from one to ten, how good of a kisser would you say you are?" she elaborated.

"Uh, I don't know, 8?" the guy replied hesitantly.

"8 huh? Would you mind if I verified that?" Amber asked.

Even more baffled than when she offered to let him touch her tits, the guy looked at us -- well, mainly her -- and asked, "You... you want me to... kiss you?"

"Unless you don't want to," Amber replied.

"No no, it's not that!" the guy blurted out, not believing his luck.

Amber handed me the clipboard and stood up straight, her body language inviting the guy to kiss her.

He took a small step towards her and just before leaning in for the actual kiss, he asked, "Uh... with or without tongue."

Amused by his shyness, Amber smiled, "Let's try without tongue first!"

The guy gathered his courage and leaned in, carefully kissing my girlfriend on the mouth, gently and without touching her in any other way at first. Then, as Amber started kissing him back, he grew more confident and slowly put his hands on her shoulders first, then moved his hands up on her neck and into her hair.

"Okay," Amber said after breaking the 20-second kiss," Now, let's try with tongue!"

He leaned in and soon his hands were all over her again, except now his tongue was licking the inside of her mouth. They kissed for about fifty agonizing seconds. Part of me wanted to tear the guy's arms off of him, beat him to death with them and use them to make the cross for his grave. I reminded myself that I'd be able to do all those things to her from now on and strangely enough managed to stay calm.

"Mmm, an 8 indeed," Amber purred, licking her lips and then using two fingers to clean his saliva off her lips and her mouth.

Thinking it was over, I handed her back the clipboard.

"Last question," she said, taking the clipboard from me and once again pretending to write something down, "When you touch a girl's lady parts, how many fingers do you use?"

"Oh crap," I thought to myself, realizing what she playing at.

Stumped beyond comprehension, the guy stammered, "Wha... what, excuse me?"

"When you touch a girl down there," Amber said, pointing at her crotch, "How many fingers do you use... to stimulate her?"

"I uh... honestly wouldn't know... I haven't really... uh, I've never..."

"I need to write something down on the survey, so uh... if you want to, you could try it on me."

"You... you want me to touch you down there? Right here?"

"Just to refresh your mind," Amber stated.

"Oh okay..." the guy said, stepping up to her, real close this time.

As he looked around to check if anyone was watching, he carefully placed his hand on her thigh and slowly moved it in between her legs. Amber followed his gaze, facing in the same directions as he did, and allowed this perfect stranger to touch her down there.

You would think that a few seconds would be enough to count the number of fingers he was using -- I mean, come one, five is the limit after all -- but no such luck. Not only did he rub his entire hand up and down her crotch over and over again, he then went on to reach under her skirt, find her clit through her panties and began stimulating the shit out of it. Pretty soon, his index and middle finger were a blur over her sensitive spot. Amber moaned incessantly and repeatedly became weak at the knees, having to hold onto the nearby bench to keep her balance.

After letting this stranger play with her clit in the middle of Central Plaza for more than fifty seconds, Amber whispered, her voice crackled with lust and excitement, "So... I'll put you down for two then?"

"Uh, yeah," the guy said, stepping back and looking her up and down again.

Flushed, and clearly horny, Amber took a moment to compose herself, made an insignificant doodle on the clipboard and then said, "Thank you for your cooperation."

"Uh, you're welcome," the guy said, a bit taken aback by the abrupt ending to the survey.

Leaving him behind mystified, but happy -- and with a story to tell his friends -- I followed Amber as we walked away from him, and said, "My god, you gave him such a hard-on."

"Mmm, you too I hope," she replied without looking at me.

"Mmm, you fucking tease," I said, "Do you have any idea how degrading that was?"

"I do, that's why my pussy is so wet," she replied.

"Oh, is it now?" I said, reaching out and touching her crotch, wildly rubbing my fingers back and forth over what I assumed was her clit. It wasn't off course.

"That's right, you can touch me down there now," she whispered, talking down to me as if I was a little kid being allowed to play with a new present. I tried to give her a stern look, but failed.

She glanced over at the square again, ignoring my hand in between her legs and said, "Onto the next."

"Next?" I repeated surprised, redrawing my hand.

"Well, I assumed you'll want to touch my tits and pussy without my clothes being in the way," she whispered, "And if you want me to touch your dick..."

"Yeah, okay," I agreed reluctantly.

"Off course, if you feel like we're going too fast here, you can always jack off for a few more weeks before we move on," she said, in a calm and composed manner, torturing me.

"No no, I am okay... let's just get this over with," I replied submissively.

After taking a good long hard look around the Plaza, her gaze stopped and she smiled, whispering, "He's perfect!"

As she began moving towards an area with lots of potential candidates, I followed her and asked, "Who?"

"The guy in the yellow shirt," she smiled.

"Him?" I asked baffled, realizing the only guy wearing a yellow shirt in the direction she was heading, was about 5"4 and easily weighed 280 pounds, he was wearing glasses and had a ridiculous haircut.

"You really don't have any standards, do you?" I asked as we were closing in on him.

"As long as it's not you," she replied, "Now, play nice!"

"Play nice... the guy is a fucking loser," I whispered.

Amber stopped and turned to face me, and hissed -- as we were now too close to the guy to use her normal voice - "This guy may be a loser, but if he plays his cards right, he's not only going to touch my tits and cunt before you do, he's going to get his cock stroked."

After putting me in my place, she turned and walked the last few paces over to her target and asked, "Hey, my name is Amber and I am doing a sex study on young males, would you care to participate?"

"Uh, I don't have a lot of experience... I think you'd best ask someone else," the guy replied.

"No, this study needs to be objective, so I can't just skip you because you're shy... and look, experience is really not an issue, what's your name?"

"Uh... Dennis."

"Okay Dennis, the first part of the study is about you touching me in two very special places and then answering a few questions about the experience."

"You mean..." he stammered, gasping at Amber's rack.

"That's right, my tits and my pussy," Amber whispered.

"And for the second part, I am going to rub your dick and make you squirt... and then ask you a few questions about that," Amber said.

"How dumb do you think I am?" Dennis asked, "Who put you up to this, I bet it was that asshole Jake wasn't it?"

Realizing she was going to lose him if she didn't say the right things now, Amber put her hand on his shoulder and whispered, "Dennis relax, nobody put me up to this, I am just doing research for my thesis. I don't know any Jake; I just picked you randomly out of the crowd."

"Yeah right," Dennis grunted.

"Look, if you'd like to participate, we're going to need a quiet place to do all those things I just mentioned. So how about you pick that place? Would that ease your mind?"

He thought about it for a few seconds.

"I mean, if this really was a setup, how could we plan this without knowing the location, right... come on, is there a place you think is safe enough, somewhere only you have access to?"

"Well," Dennis said, "My parents live just two blocks from here; they're at work, we could use the garage."

"That's fine by me. Come on Dennis, what do you say? I really wanna do this with you."

"Who is he?" Dennis asked, pointing at me.

"Oh, that's no one! Just ignore him. He insisted on coming along for my protection," Amber replied, giving me a contemptuous look. Well, that ought to remind me of my rightful place again, I reckoned, feeling my cock push against the inside of my pants.

Dennis led us to his parent's house, which was a five minute walk.

After letting us in, he locked the door from the inside and asked, already heading for the kitchen, "Do you guys want something to drink?"

"Uh no, Dennis, I'd like to get started if that's okay," Amber smiled.

"Oh right, the garage is this way," he said, leading us to a door down the hallway. The garage was pretty spacious -- large enough for his parent's black SUV and shelves, filled with equipment and mechanical parts, on all three walls.

"Just so you know, the garage doesn't open without the correct code, so if you're thinking of getting me naked and then opening it up... it's not going to work!"

Man, this guy was insecure and cautious.

Amber reached out and cupped his crotch, touching his swollen dick, and whispered, "Dennis, relax, no one is setting you up. Now, how about the two of us go back there, to the other side of the car and I get naked for you?"