Lost and Found Ch. 01

"Yes, please," she breathed.

My heart thudded in my chest as I leaned forward just enough to lightly touch my lips to hers. The kiss that followed was life altering, to say the least. Amber's lips were soft, warm, and intoxicating. I could sense all of her emotions flowing through them into me, and it felt like the barrier that separated her and I into separate people disappeared. My head spun with the deliciousness of our intimacy, and deep inside my chest, a smoldering warmth began to fill me. It was as if she had poured liquid iron over my heart, forever claiming it in her name and effectively locking out anyone else who would ever try to steal it.

When we reluctantly pulled apart, there was a look on Amber's face that most likely mirrored my own, although to put it into words would be impossible. Of course, that didn't stop Amber from trying. "Holy shit," she proclaimed seriously.

I couldn't stop the laughter that bubbled out from my chest. "Yep, that's pretty much the best way to describe it!" She joined in the laughter and soon both our eyes were watering.

Amber sighed and placed her hand on my lips. "Shh," she whispered, silencing me. Then she kissed me again, wrapping her hand around the back of my head to pull me close to her. My breath caught in my chest, and I nearly gasped as her tongue softly parted my lips. We explored each other's mouths for a few minutes, losing ourselves in the sensations we gave and received. Our tongues softly danced together as we forgot that anything else existed but each other. I felt a ball of burning desire start to build in the pit of my stomach, and I placed my hand in the small of her back, drawing her closer to me. The tempo of our kisses began to increase, and soon we found our bodies pressed together in our attempt to eliminate any remaining space between us.

We kissed passionately for a moment, our breaths ragged. I nudged her hip with one hand, and she rolled over onto her back, wordlessly obeying my silent command. I moved above her and ran one hand from her neck down between her breasts and across her stomach. Her body arched in response, and she whimpered in pleasure.

I think it was in that moment that I finally understood the true difference between having sex and making love. I could feel my body beginning to flush and the need for release beginning to arise, but all that didn't matter nearly as much as that whimper my Amber made when I stroked her body. In that instant all I wanted was to take my best friend on a journey through physical pleasure beyond her wildest dreams.

I pulled her upright and kissed her neck softly as my fingers slid along her waistline. I found the hem of her camisole and lifted it slowly, pressing my fingertips into the soft skin of her sides. She moaned and raised her arms, allowing me to slip the shirt off her head. She then grasped my head, pulled my lips to hers, and kissed me so intensely that my heart literally skipped a beat. As she pulled away, she caught my bottom lip in between her teeth and bit gently, causing me to gasp with pleasure. She leaned back on the bed on one elbow and gave me a rather smug look. There, she was saying, I know how to make you feel so good you can't breathe.

I cocked one eyebrow at her and gave her my best Is-That-A-Challenge face. She grinned in response, and for a moment I remember wondering if we were telepathic. But then her hands were tugging at my t-shirt as she pulled it from my body, and the thought was lost. I devoted the next minute or so to kissing and nibbling her chest and stomach, her body writhing underneath my lips, her fingers tangled in my hair. My fingers found the waist of her pajama pants, and I slid them slowly down her hips and legs. Her legs were gorgeous, so I lifted one of them and propped it up on my shoulder. I put my lips to her ankle and took my time working them up her leg. She watched me, smiling, her eyes half-closed as she enjoyed the attention I showed her calf. As my lips neared her knee, I dragged my fingernails down the inside of her thigh, making her breath catch sharply.

She sat up and brought her lips to mine again, wrapping her arms around my torso and holding me close. She pulled her face back only an inch from mine and said, "I've never done anything with another woman before, Rach."

"Me either," I admitted.

"Are you nervous," she asked curiously. I thought for a second then shook my head. As strange as it was, being with Amber felt so natural, so right, I honestly wondered why I had never wanted this before. "Neither am I," she stated. We kissed again. She pressed against my body and I lay down on the bed, never breaking the contact of her kiss. Her fingers wandered from my stomach to my chest, where she cupped my bra for a moment before returning to my stomach again. She moved her lips to my throat, kissing and nibbling there while her fingers found a grip on my shorts. She sat up and I raised my bottom as she pulled the shorts off, leaving us both in nothing but bras and panties.

Amber ran her hands up along the outsides of my legs, across the top of my thighs, then back down the insides of my legs to my calves. She chewed on her lower lip for a moment, then looked me in the eyes and quietly commanded me to roll over. Amused, I obeyed and lay on my stomach, wondering what she had planned. I felt her fingers trail down the back of my legs as she moved herself in between them. She pulled her hands away, and I waited for a moment for her to touch me again, but felt nothing. Suddenly her warm mouth was on that place where my leg meets the cheek of my ass in the back and I shuddered in pleasure. She kissed my ass cheek up a little higher a few more times before planting a sensual kiss in the small of my back.

Her lips moved slowly up the center of my back, and I moaned, melting into the waves of pleasure she gave me. She halted just long enough to unsnap my bra before kissing right between my shoulder blades and up the back of my neck, brushing my hair to one side with her fingers. I stifled a giggle when her lips touched the sensitive part of my neck that kind of tickled, but then I was squirming underneath her as she teased my earlobe with her lips and tongue. I had never known that this kind of pleasure could exist; I lost myself in it momentarily, my fingers digging into the fabric of her bedding, my breath stopping altogether for an uncertain amount of time. Then she kissed that spot on my neck again once before biting me there, which caused me to moan uncontrollably. I had never been so turned on in my life.

She chuckled next to my ear, apparently pleased with my enjoyment of her attention to my body. I turned my head and arched backward to reach her lips with mine, my breaths heavy and ragged. She kissed me passionately and ran her fingers across the front of my panties, brushing my clit through the material. I lost control with that touch. I sat up and quickly unsnapped her bra, removed it, and pushed her down onto the mattress all in the same movement.

Grabbing her wrists, I moved her arms above her head and pinned them there with my hands. I then kissed right between her breasts, making her gasp. My lips found the underside of one breast, and I kissed and teased her mercilessly. Slowly I dragged my tongue up her breast and stopped just short of her nipple. After a moment's pause I stretched my tongue out and flicked her nipple with it, and she grunted in response, panting heavily. I blew softly on the now slightly wet nipple, knowing that the coldness would make it tingle. "Oh God," she exclaimed as her body bucked underneath me. She half-tried to wrestle her arms out from my grip, but I held tight and refused to free her arms. Using my tongue, I circled her nipple twice without actually touching it before engulfing it in my mouth.

Her body thrashed underneath mine, and for a moment I almost lost my grip on her arms. I bit her nipple gently once before moving my lips next to hers, where we both panted the same air in a way that I found very sensual. Her eyes were locked on mine as I moved my lips close to hers, almost but not quite touching. I brushed my lips against hers. She immediately rose up to meet them, but I pulled away just enough that she couldn't reach. She smiled at my playful teasing for a moment, but then I kissed her for real until she couldn't breathe.

I released her arms at last and moved my hands to her panties. We both hesitated momentarily before she raised her bottom to allow me to pull them off. She then lay there breathing heavily while I looked at her entirely naked body for the first time. Slowly I placed myself in between her legs and lowered my face to the level of her shimmering pussy. She watched me with wide eyes as I took a deep breath and breathed hot air onto her pussy, making her tremble. Her breaths were erratic and shaky.

Slowly, I snaked out my tongue and softly licked the entire length of her slit, sliding the tip of my tongue over her clit at the end. Her whole body trembled and she whimpered deliciously. I did it again, but this time when I reached her clit with my tongue, I cradled it in between my lips and sucked gently. At this, Amber threw her head back and put her hands over her eyes in pure ecstasy, her body shaking uncontrollably. I released her clit and probed her pussy a little more with my tongue and lips, exploring. After a moment, I sucked her clit back into my mouth. It didn't take much; Amber was so turned on that when I patted her clit with my tongue while sucking, she came immediately, her hips bucking, whimpering noises escaping her throat.

Victory! I celebrated internally as Amber's body finally stopped thrashing and settled into a mild trembling. She looked down at me, her breaths still coming sporadically, and motioned for me to come closer with her finger. I smiled and crawled up next to her. She grabbed my face with her still-shaking hands and kissed me like I was the very air she breathed. With that kiss I remembered my own pussy, which had only grown wetter with my concentration on Amber. I was aching with need now, and my hand wandered down toward my groin on it's own. Before I could touch myself, however, Amber grabbed my hand and placed it on my chest.

"Don't you dare, Rach. That pussy's all mine tonight." With that she pushed me on to my back and settled between my legs. She ignored my panties for the moment and instead lifted my leg like I had done to her earlier. She kissed my ankle and slowly worked her way up the inside of my leg. As she did, my hand began to move on it's own toward my aching pussy again, and again she stopped it with her hand. To emphasize her point she bit my leg a little harder than was necessary, but the pain just turned me on even more. Of course she knew it would, and she smiled at me with her eyes when I winced and half-glared at her.

She continued working her lips up my leg, and when she reached the middle of my inner thigh, I had to bite my finger to keep from pulling her face to my needy pussy. When her lips finally reached the edge of my thong, she moved up a little and kissed me right above my slit. My body shook with need, and I struggled to keep from begging her to touch me. She grinned at my reaction to her torture, and then kissed my clit through the material of my thong. My whole body twitched, and I made a noise deep in my throat. Her fingers tugged at my thong, and I lifted my bottom eagerly, unable to stand the wait. She took her time removing the panties, then kissed above my slit again.

Amber stuck out her tongue and licked beside my pussy, just close enough to be sensual but not enough to stimulate. She did the same on the other side, and I lost control. "Please," I begged. "Please, Amber..." I didn't have time to say more. She plunged her tongue deep inside my pussy and wiggled it, effectively taking my breath away. As she withdrew it, she licked my clit gently, and I shuddered in pleasure. She went to work on me, alternating between licking my clit and pussy, sucking on my lips and clit sometimes. It was amazing. I trembled the whole time, lost in the pleasure she gave me. Finally she sucked my clit into her mouth, then holding it there gently between her teeth, she fluttered her tongue against my clit relentlessly. My back arched, and I came so hard I couldn't breathe for a full thirty seconds.

Amber joined me at the head of the bed as I lay there shaking. I turned my head to her and she kissed me. In that moment I knew something incredible had just happened. I smiled at my best-friend-turned-lover and realized that fate had a funny way of showing up when you least expected it. She smiled back at me. Amber was mine now, and I was hers. And that's the way it was always meant to be, from the beginning of time to the end of the earth. She was the Yin to my Yang, and now everything was right in the universe because we were finally together.

We took turns on each other late into the night, and when we collapsed from exhaustion, we slept the rest of the night with smiles on our faces.

"Ugh!" I tossed yet another outfit aside in frustration. I wanted to look irresistible tonight, but I didn't want to make it obvious that I was trying. Tell that to my wardrobe. I supposed it probably wouldn't matter; Amber would know I was trying to look hot the moment she saw me. I decided to just wear a green sundress that would complement my eyes. I put the rest of my clothes back in my closet and walked into the bathroom to finish getting ready.

I decided to wear my hair wavy, since that was how Amber had always loved it. She had spent hours stroking my hair as often as she could; while cuddling on the couch watching a movie, in bed, with every hug, her hands were always touching my hair. I glanced at my clock for the millionth time. 3:30. I still had an hour before it was acceptable to head over to the restaurant. I felt unusually nervous about my dinner with Amber. Part of me was terrified that she wouldn't show up, and the other part of me was terrified that she would.

I took a deep breath. If I kept thinking about what might happen tonight, I was just going to make myself miserable. Unfortunately it was impossible for me to think of anything other than Amber. As I meticulously applied a light layer of makeup to my face, I sighed and thought about that blissful year when everything seemed so perfect.

Amber and Jeremiah moved into my house about a month after we first made love. To our coworkers, family, and friends, it was a financial arrangement so that Amber could save up money to go back to school. We never mentioned that we were a couple, and while the secrecy put us both under a lot of stress, neither of us were quite willing to be upfront with our loved ones yet. There was a lot of fear and confusion for both of us, but as long as we had each other, I figured we would find a way to make things work. Jeremiah, whom I had always adored for being the brightest and most loveable toddler alive, soon became my family. Of course, Amber and I were especially careful around him, since we hadn't decided the best way to approach that situation.

During that time, every day was a new adventure to me, and I had never been happier. I cannot begin to describe the infinite feeling that came over me every morning when I awoke in the arms of my soul mate. I cannot explain the sentiment I felt when her sister, Monica, invited me to spend Thanksgiving with them without hesitation because I was considered family. I cannot convey in words the beauty of her caresses that reached below skin and brushed my very soul. Even in the rough moments -- and I do believe that it would be unrealistic to say that our relationship was perfect, for we had our disagreements from time to time -- we always found that our love was deep enough to cover our flaws. We accepted each other entirely.

We made a point of keeping each other on our toes when it came to sex. Several months into our unexpected romance, the lovemaking began to slow and lose its intensity, mostly because we both felt comfortable expressing our affection in non-physical ways. However, when Amber brought up the fact that the lack of sex was making her feel like there was distance between us, I suggested that we try to keep it interesting. So from then on, we made sure that we did.

One of her favorite games to play was what she called, "Am-bush (pun-intended)." I would never forget the first time she sprang this romantic game on me. I had just finished putting a PIC line in an elderly patient, a task that is difficult for any IV Therapist, and I stepped into the storage closet to take inventory of our stock and to relax my mind for a moment. I was halfway through counting the iodine swabs when I heard the door open and shut behind me. Before I could turn to see who had entered the room, the lights were turned off and I was left in total darkness. For a moment I felt myself begin to panic, but then my ever-sensitive nose caught the scent I knew so well. Amber came up behind me and put her arms around me. I smiled.

"What on earth are you up to, Love," I turned and asked, my eyes trying desperately to adjust to the dark.

"Shh," she commanded, placing one hand over my lips. Then she pulled my face to hers and kissed me passionately. Pressing me up against the wall, she pinned my body and let her fingers wander up under my scrub top.

"Amber," I gasped, "someone could walk in!"

Her lips smiled against mine as she continued to kiss me. "Well then," she replied in between kisses, "we'd better hurry." With that, her hands were tugging at my pants and she slipped the fingers of one hand around the edge of my panties. Her lips silently urged me to play along as her fingers stroked the outside of my pussy. At her touch, I couldn't resist anymore and I moaned quietly, surrendering myself to her. She plunged her fingers deep inside me, teasing every pleasurable area as I struggled to keep quiet with our coworkers walking along the hall outside. At last I buried my face in her shoulder and whimpered as I came hard on her fingers.

As my breathing slowed and my body took on that totally-relaxed feeling, Amber caressed my face with the hand that wasn't in my pants and whispered, "I heard you had a hard stick today." She was referring to the PIC line. "I figured after that, you could use an easy stick." She wiggled her fingers inside me for a moment to make her joke. I giggled, still a little breathless. Suddenly, Amber pulled away and walked back to the door. She flipped on the light switch and I blinked in the bright light for a moment. When my eyes adjusted to the light, I realized Amber was by the door, smoothing her hair and clothes.

"Are you leaving," I asked, disappointed. "I want the chance to do that to you, sweetheart." At that a gleam came to her eye and she smirked at me, flashing her dimples.

"You'll have to catch me first," she proclaimed. "Fix your hair before you leave, Hon." With that, she disappeared through the door. Two days later I trapped her in one of the bathrooms. Soon it became a contest to see who could ambush the other the most without getting caught.

I walked slowly through the familiar doors of our favorite restaurant, memories flooding my mind. The dim lighting provided a romantic atmosphere, and I instantly felt a wave of nostalgia hit me at full force. I hadn't been back here since she left, with the exception of one weak moment that ended in a night of tears. Amber's ghost was everywhere in this place; her laugh, her smile, the carefree way she tossed her hair back, my heart began to ache with longing for just a moment of that freedom with her.

"Hi," the hostess's voice startled me out of my reverie. "How many?" Looking around, I realized I saw no familiar faces -- most of the staff had moved on in the last four years. You should move on too.