Amber's evening

The rest of the Monday and the entire Tuesday went by without any issue, I was in fact very happy about my research progress. After the day ended, I walked with Amber to her home. It's been about six years since I had to move away from my home city, and I could tell. Walking through the inner city, I saw some shops I used to know and some new ones, it was fun to revel in those childhood memories of going shopping for clothes, toys, and everything else a child needs that can't be bought at a grocery store.

As we came to her home, a big truck was parking outside and the driver, probably in his late thirties, smirked at Amber. I guess that's how the girls must have felt when I went to class with them after the 'Big Dick Incident'.

It was a very tiny apartment, and a very expensive one too. Only the living room, or rather the corner meant to be a living room, had room to stretch out my legs. Amber scanned the fridge for food. Wait, was she gonna cook me something? How perfect, one meal less I have to pay for! Oh, how far I've fallen.

"So, what happened with the magazine you used to work at?" she asked as she placed pots on the stove and started cutting vegetables. "Eh, we just weren't making a lot of money anymore. I don't really know why either. I think we were in a doom spiral. Less money means less reach, means less money from advertisers and buyers. I guess we couldn't escape. How about your work? Is Beth a good boss?" "Teehee, yeah, don't worry about her. She's always been very nice to us and I think she does a good job handling the magazine. She made the difficult decision to keep our high-end magazine's print edition the same and try to make a free digital version to get the clicks and attention necessary to get people to buy the whole magazine. I don't know how she did it, but it worked out well so far."

"Uh, how does she feel about working from home? She explained the policy to me, but I don't wanna be the new employee and then only show up on Fridays." "Are you planning to stay home?" Amber asked, I could hear that frown on her face. "N-no, it's just..." I stammered, hoping to make her less upset, "I need time to arrange my furniture in my new home here and the commute takes 90 minutes every day and..." I explained more of my current life situation to Amber, until the dinner was ready.

It was delicious. The worst part about going to a fancy college with a good cafeteria was probably that no student had access to a kitchen. I wish I could have tasted her cooking earlier. "You're a really good cook, Amber, it's delicious." She smiled and thanked me. After the dinner, we sat on her two armchairs in the living... corner, we watched some series I didn't care too much about while chatting more about our work, I told her about my project.

I didn't notice it at first, but it was already 10pm and dark outside. "Oh no, I think I may not make the last train home." I said. She seemed... oddly happy? "Why don't you just stay here the night?" "U-uh no, maybe my dad's still awake and he could drive me home..." "No no, you're sleeping here. Let your dad have the rest he needs." Situations like these annoy me. Either I bother Amber who'd have to host me for the night or I'd have to annoy my dad. Sigh, maybe I should just walk home. In that moment I heard thunder and rain started soon after. "S-Sure, I'll stay here, Amber. Where should I sleep?"

"Oh, I only have my bed, sorry. But we can sleep together, it's fine." That 'sorry' didn't really feel genuine. Suddenly, I remembered, how she really tried to get me to sleep at her dorm one night back in college. It felt like I was bothering her too much already by talking with her every day, so I said no. I wouldn't wanna sleep in her roommate's bed anyway. But I think maybe she wanted this? I'm not really sure. We've always been good friends and I never saw a reason to do more. And honestly, she was the best friend I ever had, I didn't want our friendship to be ruined once she found a better guy than me just because I wouldn't be able to compare. Entering her bedroom, she was standing there, nude.

"Sorry, I-I didn't mean to walk in on you." "N-no, I sleep naked all the time, don't worry." Somehow that didn't seem true. But I must admit, I liked what I saw. Her breasts were always slightly smaller than average, but also always still noticeable. Her ass was also on the smaller side, she was a rather petite person, but her features could never get unnoticed either. Sometimes I wish I had the looks and the personality to have a chance with women. Sure, my big dick opens me some doors (or legs I guess) but I want someone to flirt with me and not my dick, you know?

"Cone on, take your clothes off, we don't want them to be sweaty tomorrow." I obliged, but kept my underwear on, which she seemed to be a bit sad about. I laid in her bed, turned away from her, so as not to stare too much, when she hugged my upper body from behind. "Did you enjoy today?" "Yeah, it was great hanging out with you again. I never got to see your cooking skills in college and it's such a shame." I laid there for a while, in thought. It was definitely an awkward pause. In panic, I tried to continue the conversation.