The current school year wasn't done yet. The start of her medical school was far off in the distance, many months away. And yet I couldn't help but feel like this was our Last kiss.
There was always a possibility that Amber and I would not be forever.
But being aware of the possibility is very different from KNOWING that one day soon, you won't be together with someone you're in love with.
My heart was breaking, and Amber could feel it in my soul.
She broke the kiss without pulling her lips away from me, muttering through her teeth, “We're not OVER." She blinked away her own tears and her hands urgently ran over my head and through my hair as she clutched me to her.
I clenched my teeth together, trying to will away the pain as I grimaced and squeezed my eyes shut in tension. And when I forced my eyes open I looked at her with longing. "This is April. We have a long way still to go. Besides... it's only four years."
She nodded rapidly, trying so hard to show her agreement, and then she kissed me again.
“I love you, David."
“I love you too, Amber."
She planted another fierce kiss on me and then pulled back, blinking constantly in the rainfall pouring down her cheeks.
“I'm not going to ask you wait for me. It wouldn't be fair."
“But you WILL come back, won't you?" I pleaded.
“Of course. This won't be a real break-up. It'll just be a break."
Amber nodded. "Some time to grow up and do our own thing for a Little bit."
“A pause. And we'll find each other again, right?"
“Right. Even in September, I'm not saying goodbye," she insisted.
“I'm not ever saying goodbye."
I just nodded and winced in emotional anguish as we came together for another kiss, this one seeming to Last for hours.
When we finally broke for air, Amber quickly stood and took my hand.
She needed me; I could feel it. And I needed her.
She quickly led us upstairs and into our bedroom. Our clothes were quickly scattered on the floor before we found ourselves entwined in the sheets.
I spent a long time running my hands across Amber's body. My fingertips just softly grazed her bare skin as I slowly moved over every square inch of her. I wasn't trying to titillate her. I just wanted to record it all for memory in the depressing belief that one day soon, I would never be able to touch her again.
Intentions or not, me Lightly running my fingertips all over her seemed to set Amber on fire. By the time I got my face into her trimmed blonde pussy, she was primed and ready to go. Not ten seconds after my tongue touched her clit, her hips bucked up so hard she nearly snapped my neck as she came, dumping a load of girlish honey into my face.
Her next moan nearly shattered what was left of my heart. "Oh, damn...
I'm going to miss that..."