2 comments/ 45855 views/ 7 favorites Amber Decides Ch. 01 By: WFEATHER Author's Note: This is effectively a sequel series to the "Amber" series originally posted to Literotica in November 2007. While these five chapters will probably make more sense to those who have read the original "Amber," "Amber Decides" is designed to be a standalone series. ***** There was no doubt about it: I loved her and she loved me. "Her" and "she" were the same person: Amber -- the little girl I had watched mature, both physically and emotionally, from a happy eight-year-old child into a young woman. Her eighteenth birthday had been forever sullied by the death of both her parents, half a world apart, yet the death of her parents and my friends had brought Amber and me even closer together than I could have believed possible when I had first met her ten years earlier. Many people in the community had known Amber's father through his military service, and the people in the neighborhood had known that for most of the past decade, I had been essentially a "second father" to Amber, so when Amber moved in with me following the deaths of her parents, no one seemed to think anything amiss. In fact, several neighbors had told me that they were happy for Amber and proud of me for taking her in, for not leaving her on her own as she tried to deal with the typical stresses of the final year of high school and the unexpected pressures of handling the family finances and estate at such a young age. What no one else knew was that Amber and I were not just "second father" and "the daughter I never had." No one else knew that Amber and I were truly, deeply in love. We purposely wanted to hide it. After all, few people would truly understand such an age gap. Those who knew that I had been her "second father" for so many years might possibly even consider our love to be quasi-incestuous. Plus, I remembered my own days in school and how ruthless students could be to those who were different, who did not quite confirm, or who did things which were shocking in an unpositive way, and I wanted to protect Amber from such bullying. Yet, after several months of a seemingly perfect life together, a new reality set in: Amber received three acceptance letters to colleges across the state. I could possibly lose her. Coincidentally, all three acceptance letters arrived on the same day, and as she jumped with glee, I tried to project a happy exterior while I was hurting inside, for I saw those letters as the beginning of the end. The little girl who had become a woman before my eyes and had given me her body and her heart was about to leave the nest. I tried to console myself with thoughts of how much technology had advanced since I was in college. My college years were during the infancy of the Internet as it is now known -- instant messaging was not a reality yet, and in fact Web browsers did not even exist when I had started college. E-mail was possible, but there were many different e-mail systems, and they were not necessarily compatible. The best ways to stay in contact at the time were the traditional methods of telephone and letter. But as the first decade of the twenty-first century drew to a close, communication was so much easier. It would not be the same as actually being able to see and touch Amber on a daily basis, but e-mail, Webcams, instant messages, cell phones, Skype, and other technologies would definitely help me to feel connected to her while she was away at college. ...and I had no doubt that Amber would be going to college, as she and I had discussed throughout her teenage years. It was simply a matter of which college she would attend. After she had crawled into bed with me that night, as I held her close in the darkness and felt the softness of her bare breasts pressing against my naked flesh, she asked to visit all three colleges one final time to try to make a decision of which acceptance she would accept. While I softly agreed, I had to hold back my tears, for soon her education would tear her away from me -- likely not forever, but even just the thought of a single day away from my precious Amber felt like being stabbed with a dull knife. However, this was entirely her choice to make. I could not hold her back just for my sake, especially since she could possibly never "regain" a college experience if she did not take this opportunity. I only hoped that modern means of communication would truly be adequate to help us survive the four years apart -- even longer, if she ultimately decided to go to grad school. Amber Decides Ch. 02 Friday at lunchtime, I waited in the parking lot of the high school, standing beside the car and watching the kids on the playground of the adjacent elementary school. I could not prevent myself from thinking that Amber had been in elementary school when I had first met her, and she was soon to graduate from high school. "Aaron?" Amber's prompting voice caused me to turn my head to find her already leaning against the passenger side of the car, smiling sweetly in a way which would probably betray our secret love if anyone happened to look at us for more than a second. Prominent against the off-white brick backdrop of the high school, her namesake hair blew in the wind, but she did not seem to notice even as many amber strands obstructed her vision. "Ready?" I asked. "I'm ready," she replied, "but are you?" I sighed. "I don't know. I honestly don't know." Purposely, I had not spoken with Amber about my reluctance to see her go to college. But I did not need to say anything -- her eyes said as much, and my distress clearly was saddening her at least a little. Somehow, I found the willpower and the courage to smile for her, and all too soon we were driving away, heading toward the highway and to the first college on our weekend tour. Nearly two hours later, we arrived just as students were going from one class to another. Just like when I was in college, students darted out into the street without bothering to check for traffic as they rushed to their next class, or hurried to greet a friend on the other side of the street. I smiled to myself when I noticed a college girl on a leash, kneeling beside the bench upon which sat her boyfriend as he talked on a cell phone. "Why is she on a leash?" Amber asked, her hand still upon my thigh as it had been for most of the drive. "Dominance and submission," I replied, briefly thinking back to my college days when I had experimented a bit with BDSM. "She is probably a slave to him, which would make him her Master, and when they are together, she likely is not permitted to be on the same level as him without his permission, which means that since he is sitting on the bench, she must sit or kneel upon the grass. And likely, she finds a special solace in having the collar around her neck and the end of the leash wrapped around his hand." Amber made a soft pensive sound, which widened my smile. "That's just one of the many unexpected things you'll learn or at least see in college." "Do you think he spanks her?" she asked. "Probably," I replied, "and she probably enjoys being spanked... just like you do." I glanced to my right, and saw Amber actually blush as she smiled, almost certainly thinking about the spanking I had given her that morning before she had left for school. It was a ritual which had begun in the fall, and it was a ritual which we both enjoyed, a special moment of bonding which left a stinging in my hand and in her firm derrière, a stinging which not-so-subtly reminded each of us of the other for quite some time after the spanking had ended. ***** We had participated in a campus tour twice previously at that college, but Amber wanted to take one last tour as part of her visit to the three colleges on this trip. Throughout the tour, however, I noticed that the tour guide, Ashley, kept looking strangely from Amber to me and back to Amber, as if something was amiss. After the end of the tour, we happened to bump into Ashley as we took our own stroll across the campus. "I just have to know..." she began. "You two look nothing alike." As nonchalantly as possible, I shrugged. "Amber is practically a daughter to me, and I owe it to her parents and my good friends to take care of her as if she truly was my own." It took Ashley a few seconds to fully process my explanation. "Okay," she finally said, seeming somewhat relieved. "Anyhow, welcome, Amber." And then she was gone. "Is our love that evident?" Amber asked me in a quiet voice to better ensure that the tour guide or anyone else in the area could not hear her question. "Maybe it is," I replied. "Maybe it is." If the tour guide knew that there was much more to my relationship with Amber, she had not shown it, and for that I was quite relieved... for Amber's sake, since she might be attending this college in the fall, and Ashley had introduced herself as a Junior. Interestingly, however, once we made it to our hotel room, Amber asked to be spanked. Clearly, the vision of the leashed college student and our short interchange on spanking had been percolating in Amber's mind all afternoon. This time, however, as she was draped across my thighs with her skirt bunched around her waist and her panty dangling around a single ankle, I spanked her far more than the usual eighteen times, occasionally pausing to briefly toy with her clitoris or caress her labia or penetrate her weeping sex with my fingers, and the scenario did not end until her pale flesh had become quite red and my hand was protesting its own existence. Then I held her tightly as she sat in my lap, her panty still dangling around an ankle, tears of love mixing with the tears of pain which fell upon my shoulder. "Thank you, Aaron," the beautiful, aching woman finally whispered. The kiss we shared was definitely heartfelt, even though our loving interlude had created not pleasure, but pain. Amber Decides Ch. 03 It may still have been Friday night, but it was almost certainly very early Saturday morning. I only know that I felt a bare body against me, a young woman's chest against mine, a comfortable weight pressing me into the mattress... I opened my eyes in the near-total darkness, and was just barely able to discern the features of Amber's face above mine. She was sliding gently against me, enticing me, causing my desire to stir and grow. In seconds, her movements transformed me from a sleeping person to an aroused person. I smiled. "It's been a long time since you wanted sex in the middle of the night," I noted as my arms slid around her beneath the covers. "I know," Amber replied. "Too long, it seems..." We became silent as her lips met mine. The kiss lingered as I lengthened beneath her. There was something about the feel of her fingernails lightly grazing across my shoulders and upper arms which increased the eroticism of the moment. Amber slowly rose from me as the hotel room brightened significantly due to a car parking directly in front of our first-floor window, the heavy curtains unable to completely block out the powerful beams of the headlights. But it was in that light which I could truly gaze up at the beautiful young woman upon me. She meant so, so much to me, and as I thought about how integral she had become to my happiness, I was also saddened by the fact that I would soon lose her. ...which was why we were in the hotel room: so that she could choose the place where she would go when I lost her. She straddled me, continuing to slide back and forth upon my hardened manhood. We held hands and locked eyes, sharing a heartfelt smile as she continued to slowly pleasure me, her own desire anointing me and easing her movements upon me. Her lips parted slightly as her breath rate slowly escalated, a testament to the slow increase in arousal which she was experiencing. In time, we both needed more. She needed me inside her, and I needed to feel her squeezing my length. She knelt with her hands braced against he headboard, whimpering as I slid my dripping tip along her weeping sex. Bending forward, I gripped a breast, squeezing gently, brushing a finger over the pert nipple. The soft sounds of desire and of need were indeed melodic, quite like the call of a siren. Slowly, I entered my sweet Amber at last, her body the perfect sheath for me. In several thrusts, I was fully embedded within her, the warmth of her body as intoxicating as the love which filled her heart and called to me each time I placed an ear to her chest. Continuing to brace herself against the headboard, she reached back with a hand and gently squeezed my testicles, causing me to groan her name in the darkness. We made love. Amber fondled my testicles as I fondled her breast. The pace of our joining was slow and steady, a rhythm we both knew by heart, a pace designed to slowly heighten our combined desire and extend the pleasure for as long as possible. ...even in the middle of the night. Soon, I was eating her, enjoying her heavy breaths as her pleasure spiraled skyward. As I feasted upon her, I held her hands, and her grip continued to tighten. She moved against me, humping my face, restrained sounds escaping her throat even though she was obviously attempting to remain silent since we were in a hotel room and not in our home. She took me into her mouth, sucking me gently as her tongue enticed me, her fingers gripping me firmly and stroking at the base of my hearty manhood. I tried to keep her amber hair away from her face, both so she could focus on pleasuring me and so that we could share an affectionate gaze in the near-darkness. In time, with a near-voiceless moan, Amber impaled herself upon me, fitting me easily inside her wet passage. She rocked back and forth upon me, clenching around me, her body squeezing me lovingly as my hands caressed her thighs, her hips, her stomach, her chest. She soon leaned back upon her heels, her thighs spread wide, shamelessly displaying herself to my adoring eyes, and she shook like a minor earthquake as I began to focus my attention upon her clitoris. Her release was powerful, her body gripping me tighter than ever before. Despite her efforts to remain quiet, I would not be surprised if guests in the adjoining hotel rooms heard an earful if they happened to still be awake despite the late hour. To feel the shaking of her body as my eyes were drawn to the shimmying of her hair and the quivering of her breasts, to know that the love of my life was sharing such an intimate moment with me, to hear the pleasure that I had granted her, it all became too much for me, and as her orgasm subsided, mine erupted inside her. We cuddled, and she drifted back into slumber while I remained awake, saddened by the thought that in a few seemingly-too-damn-short months, the only opportunities I could have to share such heartfelt intimacy with her would be either when she came home for vacation, or when I came and secured a hotel room during a visit to this or one of the other two colleges. Amber Decides Ch. 04 Following the usual morning spanking and a leisurely breakfast at the hotel, Amber and I drove another ninety minutes further away from home to visit the second college on our weekend tour. Not surprisingly, she slept most of the way, awakening only when we were a few minutes away from the college. What Amber and I had both enjoyed from our previous visits here was the lake. The college itself was essentially built around the lake, and the water drew plenty of birds to its shores and its small waves. The dorms were erected in a ring around the lake, with most of the academic buildings to the east side of the lake and most of the support locations, such as the sports fields and the main dining hall, were located west of the lake. The massive number of trees provided plenty of greenery in the spring and summer, but once fall arrived, the trees would essentially be ablaze with multiple colors. This time, I went to the campus bookstore while Amber took a tour of the campus once again. It was nice to see so many beautiful young women, many of them wearing snug-fitting shirts or shorts bearing the college name and/or mascot, but it also reminded me that, while my precious Amber could soon be wearing similar clothing, she would primarily be wearing it here for the better part of four years. Meandering away from the bookstore, I found a small coffee shop, and when I emerged with my mint mocha, her tour happened to pass by, and I knew from previous experience that the tour was about to end. I joined Amber, sharing the caffeine with her, and the tour guide, just as had happened at the previous college, kept looking strangely from me to Amber and back to me. To his credit, he did not challenge us after the tour, but as the small crowd of prospective students and their families dispersed, he did give us one last look, a quizzical expression prominently displaying his uncertainty about how I was related to Amber. We walked on our own, eventually stepping inside one of the academic buildings. A lecture hall was open, with no one inside, and we entered to admire the artwork upon the ornate walls. Amber sat, and I soon joined her. She leaned into me, and I wrapped an arm around her shoulders. It was a nice, quiet moment for us both, a time to simply relax and become attuned to this campus once again. We had one more college to visit that day, but even if we missed the last tour there, we knew that college just as well as the others, so it would not be disconcerting to either of us. Without a word, Amber took my hand and placed it on the inside of her thigh, just underneath the hem of her miniskirt. We looked at each other -- I look at her questioningly, and she looked at me approvingly. It was clear what she wanted, although I was a little uncertain about whether I should give it to her, but I also wanted to give it to her, to hold her close and tease her in this semi-strange place, to do something which I had never dared to do when I had been a college student. In a place of higher learning, I was learning how Amber would react to being touched essentially in public. Although no one was around, there was the chance that someone may pass by the lecture hall and peek inside to see us, and with our backs toward the entry doors, we likely would never know that we were being watched. Initially, she stiffened as my fingertips brushed her womanhood through the thin panty, but after a few seconds, she relaxed noticeably, wrapping her arms around me and kissing the side of my neck, widening her parted thighs to invite me to continue touching her, teasing her. I touched her gently. I teased her for a long time, drawing out her desire, feeling it upon my fingertips. At times, I would venture upward to her clitoris, strumming her, making her squirm a little against me. Amber's breathing changed noticeably, significantly. Her hold on me tightened. "Aaron... Please..." "'Please' what?" "Inside me... Please..." "No." I withdrew my hand from underneath her skirt. "You take over down there." She took the hint and began to touch herself. Time seemed to lengthen and extend as she masturbated and I changed my focus to her chest. She was soon biting her lower lip in an attempt to remain quiet, to prevent anyone in the building from knowing what illicit activity was taking place in the lecture hall. Although she soon had herself squirming against me, she was clearly trying to keep her chest pressed forward to maintain maximum contact between my hand and her left breast. "Remember," I reminded her, "you need to be quiet." "I know" she responded breathily, huskily, and I knew that she was trying to bring herself to climax quickly, likely to bring this to an end before anyone had the chance to discover us in the lecture hall. "Imagine your fingers are me," I whispered. "Imagine that I'm inside you, moving ever deeper, probing you, penetrating you, filling you..." I squeezed a breast a little harder. "Imagine that I'm making love to you, savoring the pleasure of your body..." I could hear how her fingers were forcing her desire from her, and wondered if her plaid miniskirt would prevent her wetness from reaching the wood beneath us. "Go ahead, Amber. Enjoy an orgasm in this public place. It's okay. Cum for me..." As the climax consumed her, I simply held her, relishing how she bucked against her hand and moved against me. She was not voiceless, but I do not believe that her sounds of feminine pleasure would have reached the entryways behind us. When we stepped back into the corridor, we were alone. There was no sign that anyone had been able to see or hear us while we were in the lecture hall. Internally, I heaved a sigh of relief while externally, Amber did the same. "Lunch, and then another college?" I offered. "Definitely," she agreed, and, hand-in-hand, we returned to the car in silence, contemplating what had just taken place in the lecture hall. Amber Decides Ch. 05 After lunch and a two-hour drive, we arrived at the third and final college on our weekend tour. We missed the last campus tour of the day, but that was fine. Arm-in-arm, we crossed the campus, primarily silent as Amber drank in the surroundings and tried to get a sense of the college atmosphere. Of the three colleges, this was clearly the "party school" as evidenced by the loud music coming from the dorms, and also the scent of marijuana -- which I hoped Amber did not recognize -- as we passed by a basement-level dorm room with a slightly-ajar window. One sound we did hear was a sound I was slightly surprised we had not heard at the previous two colleges: the sound of two students fucking in a dorm room. The hard slapping of bodies was quite noticeable, and the sound of someone being spanked was fairly prominent, but the feminine cry of "Oh God! Harder!!!" was unmistakable. "Do I sound like that?" Amber asked me in a hushed tone. "On occasion," I admitted with a knowing smile which she instantly returned. ***** We found a hole-in-the-wall family-owned restaurant for dinner. There was quite a crowd of patrons, and the resulting noise was fairly loud for such a small place, but that also meant that Amber and I could have a rather private conversation without needing to lower our voices very much. Invariably, the chatter turned to the three colleges we had visited. "I don't know about the last one," she admitted. "It would be a fun place, but that could also be distracting from getting any actual studying done." "In a way," I said honestly, "I'm glad to hear you say that. If you're going to spend that much money over four years getting additional education, you may as well get your money's worth instead of throwing it down on the bar." "Very true. Although..." "'Although' what?" I asked. "Well..." Amber hesitated. "I wish we could've stayed there and listened to the fucking." Underneath the table, I slid my ankles against hers. "I think that might have been just a bit obvious," I noted with a grin. "I know. But also..." "Yes?" I prompted. Amber simply shook her head. "Nothing. Just something I need to figure out for myself." ***** In our hotel room, Amber and I relaxed together in a hot bath. There were no nicely-scented bubbles and no candlelight to create a romantic atmosphere, but those elements truly were not needed for us to enjoy the loving scenario. I held her close, my caresses chaste despite the fact that Amber and I were both quite naked. From the very slow and very steady breathing, I was almost certain that she had fallen asleep as she leaned back against me, but soon, she surprised me. "Aaron," she whispered, "do you really want me to go to college?" Her question surprised me. While I had always told her as she grew up that it would be important for her to go to college, while I knew deep inside that she would become an even better person by furthering her education, I honestly did not want to see her go to college. ...at least, not yet. I gave her middle a gentle squeeze. "Yes and no," I confessed. "Yes because of all the reasons I've told you over the years, and because of how college helped to change me and introduce me to new things, to new concepts and new people. But no because..." I hesitated for a moment. "...because I don't want to be separated from you. I know that's selfish, but I really don't want to be so far away from you and no longer able to awaken beside you and share a meal with you and hold you close while watching TV and taking a Sunday drive through the countryside..." Amber nodded her understanding. "I'll miss all those things as well," she said, and I knew then that she had made up her mind: She was definitely going to be attending one of the first two colleges we had visited on this weekend tour. I sighed sadly, and as I gently cupped and squeezed her breasts, I knew that I had to set my selfishness aside, even though it could mean that I would lose my precious Amber. The French saying, "Loin des yeux, loin du cœur," certainly seemed to apply here, and that was exactly my fear: I was deeply afraid that, many miles away from me and surrounded by countless scores of guys her own age, Amber would slip away from me give her heart to someone else. Again, I sighed sadly. I tried to console myself with thoughts of modern technology and how it could be used to maintain contact with this precious young woman, but it simply would not be the same. All the pictures and e-mails and Skype calls and instant messages could never replace her actual presence. "You could always come with me, you know," Amber noted. "You work from home, and you don't travel very much. We could buy a house or a condo near the college, and it will essentially be just like it is now: You work during the day while I am in classes, and then the evenings and weekends are 'us' time." "I've thought about that," I said, "but the housing market right now just doesn't want to support that idea. But even though I don't want to lose you, I definitely do want you to go on and continue your studies. You'll become a better person because of it." We lapsed into a deep, thoughtful silence. The temperature of the water had cooled noticeably by the time we finally rose from the bath, taking our time in drying each other. I dried Amber first, and then, as she dried me, she knelt before me, taking me into her mouth, suckling the tip of my manhood. "Amber..." I said softly. "Shhhh..." she admonished me. "Just enjoy." I leaned back against the bathroom counter, looking upon this wonderful woman and wondering just how many more times I would have the opportunity to see her kneeling before me with her head bobbing back and forth. With her mouth and her hands, she took her time in slowly enticing me, shifting position several times because she was kneeling upon the tile floor for such a long time, yet she did not complain. Her sole intent was to give me pleasure, and she did so quite well, sucking and stroking me to the point at which I felt the climax was near, but knowing me well enough to maintain the pleasure while pushing back my release. Eventually, however, I could not wait any longer. Seizing her head in my hands, I took my pleasure from her mouth and released my love down her throat as I groaned aloud with each volley of white. In the afterglow of my climax, as I leaned against the counter, she slowly rose before me, kissing her way up my body until she stood before me, her arms wrapped tightly and protectively around me, and as I held her, I was certain that this was her way to begin to say goodbye. ***** In the morning, as I packed my small travel bag for the trip back home, Amber came and stood behind me, gently scratching me along my spine. "I've decided," she announced. That definitely captured my attention, and I turned to face her, taking her into my arms. "Whatever you decide," I said sincerely, "I'll support your decision one million percent." She smiled knowingly and placed a soft kiss upon my chin. Looking deep into my eyes, she proclaimed, "I'll attend the first college." Sadness welled up within me quickly. I felt my throat tighten, and I knew that I had to rapidly gain control of myself or else tears would come to my eyes, and I did not want to cry before her. I wanted to be strong for her, even when that meant that what I truly wanted would not come to pass. "But I'll attend next year." Amber smiled at my expression of confusion. "They've accepted me, so they'll almost certainly understand if I inform them that I accept with a one-year deferment. If they don't, then I'll just apply again, with an Early Decision application. After all, if they've accepted me once, they'll almost certainly accept me again." "But... why?" I asked, overjoyed yet genuinely bewildered by Amber's decision. "Because of you," she explained quietly. "I don't want to be away from you if at all possible, and this will give us plenty of time to sell the house and find a new place near campus. And if you're that close to campus, then even though I'll officially have a dorm room because of the rules for first-year student housing, I'll be able to be with you every day. It would be like it is now: You working and me in classes all day, and then the evenings and weekends would be just for us, our 'together' time, just like now." Once the unexpectedness of Amber's decision had passed, I seized her in a bear hug. This time, I did not mind crying in her presence, for these were tears of joy, tears which Amber shared. As we pulled out of the hotel parking lot, Amber had an idea. "Let's swing by campus," she suggested, "and take a look not at the college, but at the houses in the area instead." I could not contain my grin as I anticipated a life with Amber in a new place.