Amy's Arousal - Sex Stories

Amy's Arousal

Ever since my strange experience earlier in the day with Alex and Beth, the most disturbing and erotic thoughts kept dominating my mind. I fantasized about her, about them, my fevered imagination coming up with scenarios, ways to justify my desires. I was also torn with suspense; Cameron had confessed his fantasy of watching me with another woman and after my hesitant agreement had promised to set something up. My whole body was a mass of nerves and sexual tension. Cameron and I came out of his room and while I caught the occasional knowing glance from Alex and Beth, no one mentioned anything about our earlier encounter. Later that afternoon I wound up chatting with Beth while the guys played video games and found that Cameron was right, I did really like her. She had an infectious laugh and an absolutely magnetic aura of self confidence. She was unapologetically intelligent but didn’t try to either show off or condescend. I watched her while trying not to be too obvious. Beth was the first woman I had ever had been sexually attracted to and every single thing about her was so beautiful, desirable. She was a contrast to me in every way with thick flame red hair that waved and curled uncontrollably around the milky pale skin of her face. She had a petite athletic build and small perky breasts that shifted unbound beneath the thin material of her v neck shirt. By comparison I felt clumsy and gauche at 5’8” with a curvy build that hadn’t been able to skip a bra since the 5 th ...

... grade. My skin was honey tan even in winter and in spite of my Mediterranean mutt heritage my dark hair stubbornly refused to hold a curl. We were facing each other on the couch with our feet tucked up and our shoes off as we talked. “So how long have you and Cameron been dating?” “Almost two months. What about you and Alex?” I was dying of curiosity about them. “Oh, we’ve been sleeping together for a couple years off and on.” Her casual bluntness surprised me a bit. “Oh. Then you guys aren’t….” “In love?” she laughed “No, I love him but I’m not ‘in love’ with him. I don’t know if it’s possible for just one person to satisfy all my needs. Between the emotional and physical, that’s a pretty heavy burden to lay on just one person don’t you think?” “It sounds like you don’t even want to fall in love.” I had never met anyone before who didn’t subscribe to the dream of finding their one true love. “I actually think the whole concept is a little archaic.” She ran her nails lightly over my ankle and up my calf, her eyes intense on mine as I inhaled sharply. “For instance, what if I like both men and women? I could never be happy with just one.” “I guess,” I swallowed hard as her hand continued up my body, skimming lightly to hover over my breasts. “Maybe you have to find one of each.” She leaned in close so her lips were almost brushing mine. “But what if I want more?” She whispered. She kissed me before I could ask any further, her lips dancing over mine and her tongue slipping ...