I was awakened by the movement of the bed. "I can't sleep," she whispered as she crawled into bed with me and under my arms. I fell back to sleep. I woke in the morning cold, clutching the dress they had buried her in ......

Not sure why I started there, I mean it is a stupid place to start right? Now you already know how this ends. What the hell, to late now, let's see .... Let's go back about six months.

I had just started a day gig at Arnold's Music as a guitar and music theory teacher. I did studio gigs and played with a couple of bands, always hoping. The teaching gig helped fill in the holes left by my bills.

All this 'me time' didn't leave many open spaces for someone else in my life. At least that is what I told myself when I was sitting home alone and not playing music. It is easier than thinking no one was interested. To think, I started playing music to get girls and not have to worry about getting a job and now the jobs are taking over and I have no time for the girls.

So I was on the way back into the store after lunch and just before I got to the counter a woman turns around in front of me and stepped right into me, spilling her very hot cappuccino, frappee, whipped what the fuck drink all over me sending me into a very entertaining dance for all the patrons.

When it finally cooled enough to allow my voice to return, I spun around to let loose on the asshole that drentched me in this crap. I came face to face with a dream. She was adorable and had the cutiest little smile and when her soft voice said, "OMG, I am so sorry." I was lost. All I wanted to do was look at her.

I realized that I was just standing there, staring at her, with what I can only assume was a very dopey look on my face, so I summoned back my brains from their vacation and told her, "It's fine, don't worry, most of the stuff should come out when I finally get home."

Moving around the counter and into the back. I changed into a store tee and went back to work. I just couldn't get her smile out of my mind. That days lessons probaby should have been free. I was not really there. I went home with the same mindset, she was all I could picture, all I could think about. I got home and looked at the stained shirt and wondered how bad it would be when I could get it cleaned. Like most of my shirts it was a concert tee from a show I had enjoyed. I didn't have any music on tap for tonight so I settled in.  

I wasn't on the schedule the next day and I was fairly busy going back and forth between a few studios. I stayed away from the store all day. The next day though, when I showed up for my lessons there was a box waiting for me at the guitar counter. I took it around the counter and sat on the stool. Inside the box was a tee, just like the one I was wearing the other day, same concert tee. I couldn't believe it. I mean mine was a good seventeen years old. There was a note with the prettiest handwriting.

Guitar Man
I am so very sorry for the accident and I wanted to make it up to you.
I spent yesterday going to retro stores until I found you a new shirt.
I hope you like it.
Amber

Amber, pretty name I though. Not sure why I didn't ask during the encounter. Then again, I wasn't thinking too straight. I looked up from the note to connect with those beautiful eyes again. She was standing there, just smiling and looking at me. I didn't have any idea what to say so I just coughed out, "Thank you, you didn't have to."

She drilled those steel grey eyes into mine and smiled, saying, "Oh, but Sir, I had to set things right. My accident upset your karma and I had to settle it. Besides, you look so good in it."

I notice a lovely blush wash over her cheeks. Then she added, "I also got to see so many lovely old shirts and am now the proud owner of a whole new collection of past music."

I was not able to even think of a word let alone reply with anything remotely close to a sentence. From that moment on my heart belonged to this stranger and I did not ever want to be away from her. What was happening, I am stunned but suddenly so happy. That was the first day and we have not been away from each other for even a day since.

Without hesitation I asked her if she would please join me for dinner. She accepted and smiled.

"Please, decide where you want to go and I will pick you up at 7:30," I said as I left the stool and followed my next student into the back.

The rest of that day was another bust, but everyone's homework and practice was amazing. They could not have been better. I can't tell you what anyone did. I went through the rest of my students and to this day I couldn't even tell you who came in for classes. All I could think about was that night and the possibilities.

It was then that I realized that I had not asked her where she lived to know where to pick her up at 7:30. OMG, what the hell was wrong with me. I had a great date, I just didn't know where she was. I had no idea what to do so I went home and got ready for the dinner. Just a nice casual look that would fit in for almost any place she picked. I finished about seven and decided to head over to the store in case she thought that was where we were going to meet.

I opened the door to leave and there she was. Standing with her arm up and about to rap her knuckes on the door. I scared the hell outta her but she didn't do my heart any good either. We both shrieked and jumped, then laughed at the whole thing. She smiled and held out a bottle of Tequila saying, "I thought this was not a wine night, so I brought this."

A lovely botte of Casa Noble Anejo, she amazed me a little every time I saw her. She laughed and said that she had asked the other teacher at Arnolds where I lived since I had forgotten to even ask her where to pick her up. She figured she would just show up early with refreshments and see where the evening went. I had the limes so we sat down on the couch, music playing, and got to know each other. We forgot about dinner that night.

As the night progressed we talked and learned about each other. Inching closer together the entire time. She told me she was wiccan, I though that was cute. She said that she lived her life with 'Wishcraft'. She believed if you were sincere and believed you truly deserved it then your 'wish' could come true. I hung on every word. Suddenly, after I believe her third shot she suggested, "We should do belly button shots. Seems like fun."

I thought of the idea and remembered my stomach, "But that isn't fair."

She tilted her head to one side and all I could do was smile at the image, "What is unfair about that?"

I leaned forward to set the shotglass on the table and looked away a bit as I said, "Well, that way I am doing all the drinking and you are staying sober."

"Are you suggesting that I have a bigger belly button that you do, Sir?" she whispered as she lowered her head to look at her belly.

"Well, most likely, since I do not have a belly button any more," I said as I smiled her way.

She gave me an odd look and yanked up my tee shirt with a laugh and then she saw the scars. An upside-down T across the belly button extending to each side. There were smaller scars around my belly as well. She looked up at me with questions in her eyes yet said nothing. She seemed to be asking if she could touch the jagged lines cutting me in half. I nodded for her to continue.

As I said, no belly button, the horizontal slice had cut right through it and the vertical of the T sliced it upward, leaving a flat patch that had at one time been my closest connection to any woman. Amber leaned over and softy touched the dark lines and then a little closer to give a soft kiss at the interstection of the T. Softly tracing the scars with her fingers and lips, looking up at me as she moved. The site was amazing and I responded as you would expect. She covered my hardening member with the palm of her hand and tighted her grip as my hands moved to either side of her face and rested there as she teases my flaws.

She tenderly explored my scars and then the rest of me. Slowly, sensually we begin to explore each other. Fingertips caressing, exploring those places we let no one go. As she pulled off my shirt, her timid and sensual carresses quickly changed into a passionate exploration of every inch of me. I pulled off her top and found her nipples which were pointing at me as if to demand attention. I licked and then pulled her nipples into my mouth, suckling and even bitting as she pushed her body harder against me.

Her fingers had not left my cock since she first covered me with her palm, yet she was having more trouble holding me. My fingers caressed and teased across her flesh as she slowly spread her knees, but just as my fingers got to her sweet pussy she pushed me back, let go of my cock, and raised up to her knees, she slid off her shorts, then lowered herself between my thighs. She replaced her hand on my now rock hard throbbing cock as she leaned over and begins to slowly lick and kiss the length of my shaft.

I reached down and around to cup her tiny little cheeks and she stopped me, “Just relax, let me..... Tonight is about you.”

I lay back and let my hands slide up and across her shoulders and arms. She continued to lick and tease, then slid down as deep as she could get my cock in her throat, holding me deep. She looked at me, stealing my gaze as she locks me in. I watched as her eyes watered and glazed. At least, as often as I could, since my eyes were having a terrible time staying open as well.

I had never had someone put such passion and effort into an oral encounter and I swear she was more turned on than I was and believe me I was in heaven. The hotter she got the hotter she gave. She guided me like she was using a remote control. She drove me right up to the edge, pushed me teasingly over a bit and then let me back off until I relaxed and it was delicious.

She took me on this roller coaster ride up and down, almost to release and then not, over and over and I was putty in her hands. She controlled the night. Next, she slid up over my lap and slipped my hard cock between her sweet pussy lips and rode me, back and forth, sliding on her little clit. A nice little clitty fuck. She used my cock like a toy to tease herself while driving me up the wall with pleasure.

I looked up as her as she raised her hips and lowered her pussy down around my cock. Sliding in deep, slow and steady. As I slipped in deep, she looked down at me and smiled. I wrapped my hands around her waist and supported her as she bounced, releasing such lovely moans and delightful cries into the night air. She rode harder and harder as she teased her clit. I could tell how close she was to exploding and just as she threw her head back, I reached between us and pinched her clit hard as she began her orgasm. Clamping down as she began to flood my cock with her delightful juices. The pinch was like flipping a switch and she again started to bounce on my cock, cummin over and over. Somewhere during her most vulnerable moment I filled her with my cum.

We reached the peak of our orgasms and held each other as waves of pleasure flooded over us. Holding tight and then melting down onto the couch in each others arms, we lay still just trying to catch our breaths. Laying there for a short time, then I smiled and rolled over on top of her. I reached down and lifted her hips and began to kiss and tease her wet throbbing pussy. Licking the lips and teasing as I slid my fingers inside and began to pump and push my fingertips against that little rough patch inside. Poking and probing her G with each pump. I moved up under her and lowered her hips to my lap and continued to pump my fingers deep and fast.

I watched her as I drove her closer to the edge, to that point of no return. As she tensed and forced her head back against the cushion, I pulled out my fingers and began to spank and fan her clit. It didn't take long and she was doing her imitation of a lawn sprinkler and sqirting like a hose. I kept her riding on the edge as long as I could, one orgasm after another and not letting her stop.

When I felt she has reached her peak, I slowed and let her come back down from her pleasure, leaned forward and kissed her on the lips as I looked into her eyes. I slid out from under her and again pulled her up into my arms. Kissing her passionately while I held her so tight.

That was our first night together, but far from the best. We played and explored so many different things, she had such an amazing imagination. Everyday was a new adventure. We became deeply involved with each other and tried things I had only read about, some I had no idea what would happen. For the next six months we were rarely apart. Night and day, she would go to the music store during the day and follow me to the music gigs at night. In our free time together it was a constant sexual rollercoaster, almost no fetish was left out.

After those amazing six months we had decided to move in together. It was that day, when we were going to make it official at a party that night and then leave on a vacation that would take us to so many wonderful locations. I went to finish my day at the music store and she went off to finish doing away with her apartment. We would meet at my place at five.

At about three I got a call, from the local police. They asked me how I know Amber Paul. I told the detective on the phone that she was my finance'. That we were moving in together today. Then he said...... that.... Miss Paul was walking on a downtown street when a car lost control and ran into her. She went quickly, the detective believed that she did not have time to even know the accident happened. I dropped the phone and went into a spiral.

It was only been three days since I lost Amber. I didn't know what to do. I sat around thinking about her and the times we shared. I remember the moments, the ones that take you by surprise, not even death can take those away from me. They told me I needed to stay busy, to keep my mind occupied. So I decided now was as good a time as any to take care of those last minute details the funeral home said I needed to do. I looked in the closet looking for something to bury Amber in and for some odd reason one of the dresses kinda stood out and grabed my attention. It is a little blue sun dress. Amber was lovely in it and she said it always felt so good when I wrapped my arms around her and held her in this little dress. She always told me it was her wishing dress. Never really knew what she meant, but I do know that I would do anything to just see her again. I held the dress up over my head, then hugged it so tight and wished for just one more night with her in my arms .....