Love Without Limits Ch. 02

Amber was extremely excited, quickly taking off her shirt. I could see her full breasts, begging to be released from her bra into the moonlight. Kissing her neck, I undid her bra, setting her bare chest free to gaze upon for the first time. Her tits were absolutely perfect, not too big or too small, with small nipples sticking straight out, starved for attention.

My hands played with her soft mounds. I loved the way they felt, smooth as silk. Amber gasped when I took her nipple into my mouth, pulling my head into her breast. I suckled her titties softly at first, then harder as she mewled louder.

Amber pushed me away, lifting my shirt. I was self-conscious for the first time in my life. All my confidence, the strutting I did around school had disappeared. Only Amber's opinion mattered now.

"Your chest is so beautiful," she said, sensing my insecurity.

"You have a nice rack yourself," I joked, trying to relax

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After gaining a little confidence, I reached behind me to undo my bra. She slid the straps off, exposing my breasts. Amber leaned in to kiss me, fondling a breast in each hand. Her touch was heavenly, I felt myself getting wet. Without breaking our kiss, she leaned me against the car door, moved her hands from my breasts down to my crotch, rubbing my pussy through my shorts.

My heart was pounding faster than it ever had. I would allow her to do anything to me. Her hands against my pussy made me so hot and uncontrollable. I whined repeatedly in her mouth. As I got louder, she rubbed harder and faster. She kissed my neck, then dragged her tongue to my nipples, sucking on them delightfully.

"I love sucking your tits Rozzy! They are so soft and beautiful."

She suckled them for a long time, keeping one hand on my crotch. She licked, sucked and nibbled until my nipples were sore, but I loved every minute. She kissed her way down my stomach, tugging at my shorts. I raised my hips. Accepting my invitation, she slid my shorts and panties down to my ankles.

There she was, smiling devilishly in front of my wet, trimmed pussy. I was so turned on, the slightest touch would bring me to orgasm.

"I've touched myself thinking of what your pussy might look like, but it is more alluring than I ever imagined," Amber whispered into my pussy lips, touching my clit softly with her index finger.

"Oh Amberly! Make love to me! Please!" I begged.

When Amber's long sexy tongue touched my pussy, I orgasmed instantly. I screamed her name as she swirled her long tongue around my clit then stuck it deep inside me. She lapped at my virgin love mound, licking up from my entrance to my clit with every stroke. The more noise I made, the more excited Amber became. Orgasm after orgasm shuddered through me when she sucked my clit. She ate me for a long time before finally stopping to catch her breath.

"Oh my fucking god, that was incredible!" I said, trying not to pass out.

"I know! Your pussy is so good, I came several times just from eating you."

"I could tell, your moaning felt amazing on my clit. I want to try it now."

I sat up, kissing her, tasting myself on her lips. I leaned her back against the car door, as she had done to me. The moonlight shone magically on the pale skin of her breasts and flat toned stomach. I licked down her breasts to her naval, unbuttoning her jeans. Raising her hips, I pulled her jeans off, leaving her black g-string.

I looked at my sexy goddess wanting to worship at her altar, but unsure of what to do next. Almost as if she were reading my mind, she slid off her panties, exposing her sweet pussy to me, completely shaven, with small tight lips and a lovely throbbing clit. A misty dew of her female essence covered everything, shining mystically in the silvery moonlight. She motioned me towards her with her index finger, eager for my touch.

The taste of her vagina was intoxicating. From the first lick, I was addicted. I gave her much faster, broader strokes with my tongue. She grabbed the back of my head, smashing my face into her. When I stuck my tongue inside of her, she bucked her hips against my face. I felt her orgasm approaching, her muscles tightened, the grip on my head was painful yet pleasurable. She screamed, cumming into my mouth. I sucked in all of her delicious nectar.

I wasn't done with her. Her cries of pleasure only drove me more wild. Tasting her wonderful pussy had awakened something within me, a deep primal instinct. I was drunk with lust.

Giving her no time to cool, I sucked on her clit, gripping it between my lips and lashing it with my tongue. I buried two fingers inside of her hungry cunt as far as I could, sucking hard on her little button. She thrashed her hips, fucking herself on my fingers.

"Play with my butt Rozzy!" she screamed out, "I love fingering it when I get myself off!"

"You dirty girl!" I said, shocked at her request.

I moved her down off the door so her back was flat on the seat. She held her legs up in the air bracing one on the headrest of the driver's seat and the other on the top of the backseat. She was wide open for me and begging for more. I wanted to please her in every possible way.

I went down on her again, taking all of her lovely mound into my mouth. I ran my tongue from her clit down to her little rosebud. She cooed when my tongue touched her velvety backdoor, encouraging me to do more. I swirled my tongue around her asshole while rubbing her clit with my thumb.

"Oh god Rozzy! I love that! Give me more!"

I ate at her pussy, slipped one finger into her tight little ass. Her asshole clamped down tightly on my finger with every flick of my tongue on her clit. She cummed again, sending another wave of her juices into my mouth.

Feeling we both needed a moment to rest, I climbed on top of her to cuddle with her. We each tasted our own love juices on the other's tongue and lips, kissing passionately into the night. I wanted that night to never end, but we had to go home eventually.

From that day, we had sex every chance we got. We experimented with our bodies to the fullest extent. If either of us came up with a kinky thought, we acted it out.

Amber loved anal play. We started experimenting with sex toys, she loved when I fucked her ass with a vibrator. I, on the other hand, loved the strap-on. She would fuck me doggy-style until I would nearly pass out.

But like all good things, it was destined to end.

I got a call from Amber about the usual time we would go hang out, by hang out I mean fuck.

"Roz, we need to talk."

I immediately knew something was terribly wrong. She didn't say "Rozzy".

"Okay... what's wrong?"

"I want to talk about it in person. I'll pick you up in a bit," she said, then hung up.

She arrived shortly after. I got in the car and noticed she wasn't her usual happy bubbly self.

"Amberly, what's going on?"

"We'll talk when we get to Malibar Point," she said in a monotone voice.

We arrived at Malibar Point. It was a place of happy moments for us, but I knew what she had to say wasn't going to be pleasant. I wasn't at all prepared for what was in store for me.

"What's going on?" I asked again.

"Rozzy, I got accepted into culinary school."

"That's great! It's what you've dreamed about since you were little right? But why do you look sad?"

She hesitated a moment, "The school is in Paris."

It hit me, "Paris? As in Paris, France?"

"Yes Rozzy, I'm leaving in two weeks."

"Two weeks?" I shouted, "How am I supposed to get ready to move to Paris in two weeks?"

"Rozzy, you can't go. My parents are paying my way and I don't have money myself. I know you don't have any money either."

"But... there has to be a way!"

"There isn't. Believe me, I've tried to think of any possible way, but there isn't one."

I was happy for Amber, but my heart felt as if someone had placed it in a vise.

"Well, I will just have to wait until you come back or I can save money while you're gone and eventually get to go to Paris."

"Rozzy, I plan to go all the way with this. It can take between eight and twelve years. You can't put your life on hold because of me."

"Amberly, what are you saying?"

"I'm saying I want you to see other people while I'm gone."

My heart felt like it had been ripped from my chest. "You're breaking up with me?" I shouted.

"Rozzy, I love you, more than anything. You wouldn't want me not to go to Paris because of you, just the same as I don't want you to waste your life away because of me. I want you to be happy."

I started crying, "I was happy until... "

Amber started to cry too, "I know, I wish there was another way. Promise me you'll try to move on. If I come back and we're both still single, then we will know it was meant to be."

I hugged her, crying heavily into her chest. She held me tightly, crying with me. All my happiness, all my joy, was gone in an instant.

"Rozzy, promise me!" she said, begging me and sobbing.

"Fine, I promise."

The next two weeks flew by in an hour. She came to my house to say good-bye before her flight. I couldn't bear to watch her get on the plane.

"Remember your promise," she said, as we sobbed in each other's arms.

"I will always love you Amberly."

"I will always love you too Rozzy, forever."

She got in her car and was gone from my life.

Not a day passed I didn't think about her. As soon as I graduated, I got a job at a retail store which enabled me to move out. The freedom from my father was great, but everything felt empty. I wondered how Amber was doing in France. Was she making friends or being her same anti-social self as in high school? Did she feel as empty and alone as I did?

Bills began to pile up at my new place so I decided to get a job at a strip club called "Showtime". Not exactly my proudest moment, but it suited my personality well and I made a lot of money. I did make a few friends there, and of course some enemies. I dated a couple of the girls but I wasn't into them the way I had been with Amber. I even tried dating a few guys; that didn't work out either.

Working at Showtime grew to be too much drama. I didn't mind dancing, hell I enjoyed getting paid to be the cock-tease I already was. As usual, jealousy poked up its ugly head. The other girls began to think the owner, Don, and I had a thing going. When I told him about it, he laughed and said he was gay. I was surprised, he hadn't pinged on my gaydar at all. After a while, I got tired of the jealous bitches and found myself a factory job.

My first day at my new job, I met the man I would eventually marry. He had the saddest eyes I've ever seen. I said "Hi" to him every day for a week before he said anything back. He was hurt so badly by his previous relationship that he was determined to cut himself off from the rest of the world. We eventually became friends; after nine months he finally asked me out. Everything was perfect with Tim, I felt the same love for him as I did Amber. Within a year, we were married.

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For my 24th birthday, Tim took me to the same fancy steakhouse we had gone to on our first date. When he opened the front door, we were met by a hostess. Suddenly, I saw her!

Across the restaurant, waiting tables, was none other than Amber. I recognized her instantly. She hadn't changed a bit: same jet black hair, same pale skin, same petite frame with oversize boobs.

"Roz are you coming?" Tim said, the hostess was already leading us to our table.

"Yea, coming."

We sat down, the hostess said, "Our soup of the day is overloaded potato, Amber will be your server, enjoy your meals."

Amber was to be our waitress? I didn't know what to do. I thought I'd never see her again, yet fate had once again entwined our paths. Before I could come up with a plan, she came to the table.

"Hello, my name is Amber I'll be taking care of you. Can I get you something to...." She stopped mid sentence, "Rozzy? Is that really you?"

Nervous and unsure of what to say, I stuttered "H, h, hi Amberly."

"Oh my god! I can't believe it's you! It's been so long," she said with a huge smile.

"Yes, it has."

Almost having forgotten Tim was sitting across from me, I murmured, "Oh where are my manners! Amber, this is my husband Tim."

"Husband?" she said surprised, "I didn't think you were the marriage type."

"Some things change Amberly. You look as if you haven't changed at all though."

"Yep, I'm the same as I've always been. You have any kids running around?"

"No kids. What about you? You find someone special?" I asked curiously.

She smiled, "Well I did meet someone, her name is Ashley. We've been going steady for about a year now."

I admit, I had a moment of jealousy. I tried to put those thoughts out of my mind. I was married now, things were different.

"So what happened with Paris?" I asked, hoping to get an explanation why she was here.

Amber looked at the floor, "I flunked out, their standards were way higher than I expected. I was really depressed for a while, tried to do some soul searching. Ended up in Hawaii for a while and tried out photography but ultimately, I came back home."

"I'm sorry things didn't go like you planned."

Remembering she was supposed to wait on us, "Oh, I should probably do my job. Were you both ready to order?"

"Yea, I guess," Tim said. "I'll have the rib eye steak and she will have the grilled salmon."

"Great choices, I'll run and put those in for you guys," Amber said, leaving the table.

Tim looked at me with a puzzled expression, "So who is she?" he asked.

I was still feeling really uncomfortable about all this. I decided to just keep things simple.

"Oh she was my best friend in high school."

"How come you never mentioned her before?" he asked inquisitively.

"Honestly, I never expected to see her again. She went to Paris for culinary school, that was the last I had heard of her."

"I noticed she said she was seeing an Ashley."

Now things were really awkward. "Yea, she's always been a lesbian but it never bothered me," I said, trying not to incriminate myself. "Does it bother you?"

"No, I've just never met a lesbian before," he replied.

Before long, Amber brought us our meals. She didn't say much. Perhaps she was merely focused on her job, but I wondered if she felt as awkward as I did. I knew things could never be the same as they had been but a part of me wanted her to be part of my life. We were friends before we were lovers, after all.

We finished our meals, Amber brought us our check. "Here you go, I'll be your cashier when you're ready."

She left the check, Tim put the money plus a generous tip on the table. We were about to leave when Amber returned with a slice of cake.

"Um, we didn't order any cake," Tim said confused.

"I know, but it's Rozzy's birthday isn't it?"

Completely surprised, I happily responded, "You remember my birthday?" I was touched she hadn't forgotten.

"Well I knew it was in September, since it's September and you're having dinner here with your husband, I figured it was a good guess." Okay, so maybe she didn't exactly remember. "Anyway, you two have a wonderful evening."

She was about to leave. I didn't know if I'd see her again. I didn't want to go through everything all over again.

"Amberly wait!" I shouted, "I'll leave my number on the check. Maybe we could hang out sometime. Like old times?"

Amber smiled, "Yea, I'd like that. Hopefully Ashley won't mind, she's kind of the jealous type. I have to get going before I get a lot of angry customers. I guess I will talk to you later Rozzy. It was nice meeting you Tim."

"It was nice meeting you too," he replied.

As she walked away, I wrote down my number on the check.

"I bet that was a birthday surprise you never expected. You got your best friend back." Tim said.

"Yea... I guess I did."

She called me the very next day. We spent several hours catching up on all that had happened. After that, we went shopping on occasion, but things were different. We never talked about how things used to be. I guess it was out of mutual respect for our current relationships. I did eventually meet Ashley. Amber appeared madly in love with her, but I didn't really know what she saw in her. She wasn't the prettiest or smartest girl, that's for sure. Maybe I was judging too harshly. Or maybe I was jealous.