Waifu [1/100]: Amber Collins

You choose Amber Collins.

Maybe it’s the way she keeps staring at you. Maybe it’s the wild thrill of being noticed by the queen bee of your school. Maybe it’s the new heat crawling under your skin. Whatever the reason, your feet move before you can argue with yourself.

You approach her. She stands by her locker, surrounded by her friends, yet somehow her eyes are only on you.

“Hi, Amber,” you say, a little awkward, a little unsure.

She lights up instantly. There’s no hesitation, no fake sweetness. Her smile is real and excited. “Hi. You’re Marcus, right?”

A sigh slips out before you can stop it. “Lucas, actually.” You’re not surprised that one of the sexiest and most popular girls at Star Haven High doesn’t even know your name.

“Lucas,” she repeats slowly, savoring it. Her voice drops a little. She says your name like she wants it on her tongue. “I can’t believe we’ve never talked before. You look so hot today. And you smell so good.” She leans closer and breathes you in, her eyes half-lidded. “Seriously good.” She asks, “Hey… are you dating anyone?”

Your ears burn. You try not to stare at her lips. Your voice almost breaks. “Not really dating anyone. No.”

Amber tilts her head and grins, bright and wicked. “Perfect. Meet me under the bleachers during break.”

Then she turns and walks away with a confidence that steals the air from your lungs. She sways a little more than usual. You can’t tell if it’s on purpose or if your senses are just sharper.

Your heart slams in your chest the entire walk across campus. Break arrives faster than you expect. You slip past the lockers, past the gym, past the track. You push through the metal fencing and duck under the bleachers, half-convinced you’re dreaming.

She’s already there.

Amber stands in the shadowed space, sunlight slipping through the cracks above her. Blonde, blue-eyed, with curves in all the right places. Her cheer uniform is crisp and bright, blue and gold against her pale skin. Her long legs and midriff are bare, her tummy and navel looking so sexy. She looks like she came here straight from a photoshoot.

When she sees you, she smiles in a way that curls heat around your spine.

“You came,” she says softly.

You swallow hard. “You told me to.”

Amber steps closer. The scent of her shampoo mixes with the faint smell of grass and metal. Her fingers brush your arm, light and deliberate. The touch sends a shock through your whole body.

“You really do smell amazing,” she murmurs. “I noticed it the second you walked in this morning. I couldn’t stop thinking about it.” She bites her lip, staring at you like she’s never craved anything more.

Your pulse hammers. Your breath turns shallow.

She moves even closer until you feel the warmth of her body. Her hand slides up your chest, and her eyes lock onto yours with hungry focus.

“I don’t know what happened to you last night,” she whispers, “but I like it. A lot.”

Her thumb strokes your jaw. Your skin tingles. Your head spins. Your entire body feels charged, like the air just before lightning strikes.

You should probably say something. Anything. But your mind is blank except for the thundering realization that Amber Collins wants you.

The most popular girl in school. The girl who never even noticed you before today. The girl whose attention hits you like a tidal wave.

She leans in slightly, close enough that her breath tickles your cheek.

“You know,” she says, her voice low and teasing, “I didn’t bring you here to talk.”

Your heart trips, stumbles, then slams.

The world narrows to the soft shadows beneath the bleachers, the warm brush of her fingers, and the pounding heat in your chest.

Amber steps closer again.

The first kiss of your life is nothing like you imagined. It’s better.

You never thought your first kiss would be with Amber Collins, cheerleader captain and queen, one of the sexiest and most popular girls in school.

Amber is insatiable. She grabs you and presses her tongue into your mouth, warm and wet, her saliva mixing with yours. You savor the taste of her lips, her mouth, her tongue, every flick and tease sending sparks through your body.

Her breasts press against your chest, soft and full, and she encourages you with a breathy moan to grab her ass and fondle her tits. “Go ahead, Lucas. I know every guy in school wants to squeeze my tits, that a lot of them jerk off to the fantasy of having sex with me.” Her voice is pure, confident sex, she's the kind of sexy cheerleader who knows she’s the ultimate nighttime fantasy of every guy in school, enjoys the attention, and loves having their eyes on her.

You don’t need to be told twice. Your hands find her ass, firm and round, and you squeeze, grope, and fondle her tits through the thin fabric of her top. You caress her exposed belly, touch her navel, still shocked by your fortune. You can’t believe this is happening. You’re actually touching Amber Collins!

She raises her top without hesitation, then unhooks her sexy white bra, giving you a peek at her perfect, perky, white tits. Your heart pounds wildly. “What if someone sees us?” you manage to stammer, but the words sound weak even to you.

Amber grins, her eyes sparkling with desire. “Then let’s give them a good show.” She pulls the bra away, freeing her breasts, and you waste no time. You touch them, caress them, kiss them, lick them, and suck on her nipples until they’re hard against your tongue. She arches her back, moaning softly, her fingers tangling in your hair.

Next, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her white panties and pulls them down, exposing her perfectly shaped pussy to you. Your mind goes blank. You drop to your knees, kissing her tummy, her navel, then moving under her cheerleader skirt. You kiss her pussy, lick it, savor the taste of her, and tease her clit with your tongue until she’s wet and trembling. Her moans fill the air, your name on her lips like a prayer. “Oh, Lucas!”

She doesn’t let you stay down there for long. With a wicked smile, she switches positions, pushing you back against the bleachers. She kneels before you, her fingers deftly unzipping your pants and pulling down your underwear. Your cock springs free, erect and throbbing, both bigger and thicker than you remember. Amber’s eyes widen slightly, impressed. “Smells so good,” she murmurs before taking you into her mouth. The sight of Amber Collins, the cheerleader captain, the sexiest girl in school, on her knees, sucking your cock, is almost too much to handle. She kisses your cock, licks the shaft, fondles your balls, and swallows your precum with eager hums. But she doesn’t let you finish in her mouth. Instead, she guides you to her pussy, her eyes locked on yours.

You lose your virginity to Amber Collins, your throbbing cock sliding into her tight, wet pussy while she’s still dressed in her sexy cheerleader top and skirt, the fabric hitched up to expose her bare tits and glistening pussy. The moment you enter her, the world narrows to the sensation of her wrapping around you, snug and perfect. “Yes! Lucas! Yes!” she shouts, her nails digging into your shoulders as you fuck her like a machine.

It’s insane how good her pussy feels. Nothing, no amount of porn or masturbation, could have prepared you for this. Her pussy is heaven, wrapping snugly around your cock, tight and wet, a perfect fit. The pleasure builds, relentless, until it’s undeniable. “I’m coming!” you scream as you release inside her, torrents of hot sperm flooding her womb. You’re shocked by your own output, by how much thick, hot cum you pump into her, filling her up.

But it’s only the first time.

You fuck again, and again. She rides you with the intensity of a cheerleader captain, testing your stamina, and you pass with flying colors. You fuck her standing, lying down, in every position possible under the bleachers. She pushes you to your limits, and you rise to the challenge, each round leaving her more breathless, more satisfied, your semen deposited into her belly.

By the time you’re done, your balls are completely empty, and Amber is so exhausted and satisfied she can barely stand. She collapses against you, her chest heaving. “That was incredible, Lucas,” she pants. “The best sex I’ve ever had!”

You find yourself grinning, a deep, confident smile. You kiss her, light but passionate. “It was really good for me too, Amber.”

You left home a boy, nervous, terrified, unsure of yourself. But you return a man, your body humming with newfound confidence, your skin still tingling from her touch.

And all it took was losing your virginity to the hottest girl in school.