Busty Amber

All characters in my stories are aged 18 and over and whilst there may sometimes be conversations that involve people casting their minds back to when they were younger, active sex is NOT a feature of those past times. In the UK, the legal age of consent is 16 but any sexually active characters in my stories are aged 18 and over.

This is one chapter in a series of stories. For a better understanding of the characters of the protagonists, it's a good idea to read the earlier chapters.

This story contains forced, non consensual sex. If that's not your thing, please move on.

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Amber had been so relieved when - just over a week ago, as she was very reluctantly getting ready to leave to meet Howard - she'd received a text message just as she was stepping outside the front door telling her that he couldn't make it. She stopped in her tracks, reading it several times to make sure she'd read it correctly...

"I can't see you tonight. June's ill. NOT FUCKING HAPPY. Will re-arrange. Keep them tits warm for me."

It felt like a massive weight had been lifted from her shoulders. He'd arranged to pick her up on the main road that ran at the top of the cul-de-sac that led to Jonathan's. She didn't know any more than that, only that he would be expecting sex and unfortunately, had got her over a barrel in demanding it. She'd told Jonathan that she was going to visit Sophie and of course, he'd have no reason to doubt that. Sighing loudly with relief, she'd headed back inside, pretending to Jonathan that Sophie had cancelled on her.

Her and Jonathan's ensuing sex session lasted just under 2 hours, with plenty of comments from him about her rare choice of black bra under white t-shirt as he'd watched her strip for him. Little did he know she'd been told to wear the two garments by Howard, so turned on was the old man the last time he'd seen her wear this combo.

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"Jonathan, you know our wedding day is coming up fast and there's so much to do!"

Amber slipped a light green sweater over her head, feeling a little chilly after having laid on the bed naked for longer than normal after they'd made love. For once, Jonathan hadn't shouted anything horrible out during it and she'd climaxed from him eating her out. Not the same level of climax as she'd had previous times but good enough to relax her and send her drifting into a pleasant 'afterglow'.

Jonathan watched as she slipped into a silky pair of cream and lace knickers and pulled on her grey joggers.

"Did you hear me? There's so much to do, it feels quite overwhelming, like we might not get it all done in time." Amber grimaced.

"You know, you really should go without a bra more often darling? Look at that sweater! Really sticks to your tits."

"Jonathan!!!" Amber felt annoyed. Usually when he used the word 'tits' (which she hated), it was when they were in the throes of sex but to hear it so calmly and in such a matter of fact manner, made it sound even worse to her. She hadn't bothered with a bra as she was intending to shower straight after breakfast.

"Please can you be serious just for once!!"

"I AM being serious. It's a seriously GOOD thing that your braless tits look so fucking mouthwatering in that sweater! Ha!" Jonathan grinned widely, admiring the sloping angle of her large bust and the way her unfettered F cup breasts stretched the fabric most extremely. Even as she strode angrily out of the bedroom, he was more focused on the movement beneath her sweater than her angry expression and sudden disappearance.

Amber put the coffee pot on and got some bread out for toast. As she bent to get mince out of the freezer for dinner, she felt Jonathan's hands squeeze her buttocks.

"Look darling, I'm sorry. High spirits yes? You turn me on Princess and I'm only a simple man who enjoys his fiancée's beauty. About the wedding... what d'you want to talk about?"

Putting the meat on the counter, Amber turned, pulling a resigned expression but feeling pleased that they'd be able to talk over their plans. She continued to prepare coffee and toast as she spoke...

"Well, there's so much to do, the ceremony, the reception, the guests, invitations, flowers, food, transport, photographer, church meetings and that's without all the stuff I have to do, my dress, Sophie's bridesmaid dress, my hair and make up! AND we're going on holiday in less than 2 weeks so there's stuff to do to get ready for that as well!"

"Darling, it'll be fine. Look, I've given you all the contacts I have, hotel, caterers, cars, venue dressers etc. I said I'd organise the photographer and the invitations didn't I but there's only so much I can physically do when I'm trying to run a business at the same time. You know how busy we are at the moment. We've got new advertisers coming on board, that Carsons partnership we've got looks like it's gonna be really lucrative, we've got an audit shortly too so all our records need to be up to date and in order, it's a lot for me too. I suppose it's a bit sexist of me but I thought women enjoyed organising wedding stuff so figured you'd be doing most of it."

Amber sighed. " I KNOW how busy we are at work, I work there too remember?" She smiled and reached for his hand. "I don't even mind organising things but I just don't know how I'm going to do it all with working as well. I just remembered too, that I'm not at work next Friday because I'm at the salon for that pamper thing you got me for Christmas so that's another day lost."

"Darling! PLEASE don't look on that as a day lost. That was a gift for you to make you feel special and throughout that day I guarantee that your mind will be focused on the fact that the next morning, we'll be heading off to Mexico! A week away! A week away from work and from everybody. Just us. Warm sunshine. Gorgeous villa. I can't wait personally but that's why I want to get as much of the work stuff done before we go away. It'd spoil my holiday if I knew I'd left it all and it was waiting for me when I got back. Coming back from holiday's always a bit of a downer anyway but knowing you've got piles of stuff that you've let pile up is just the pits, especially this audit stuff. Everything's GOT to be in order."

"Why wouldn't it be in order? I thought Brian took care of the finances?"

"Yes, he does but this time we have to have a full inventory, machinery, equipment, furniture, even a survey of the unit. It's so that the depreciation can be assessed fully and we've acquired some new stuff since the last audit so it's a bit more involved this time."

"Oh right. I don't really know much about that side of things."

"And neither do you need to. It'll all be in hand, just on a bit of a tight timeframe with the holiday but this was the only week I could get for the villa."

Amber smiled. The thought of spending a week with Jonathan, just them, together with no one else made her feel very excited and special.

"Can I ask my Mum and Dad to help? You know, with the wedding arrangements?"

"You can ask whoever you want to help darling. Whatever helps and whatever you feel is best. I'll leave it totally in your capable hands. Oh and... err... you remember what style of dress I said I liked don't you." He winked, knowing that she'd remain very coy about her wedding gown.

Amber blushed and looked to the floor. "I'm not telling you ANYTHING about my dress Jonathan. You'll just have to wait and see on the day!"

Jonathan knew she liked to please him so was half hopeful about the strapless dress request he'd made a couple of weeks ago but he was also well aware that for a girl like Amber, if she felt she was revealing too much or something wasn't 100% perfect, she wouldn't do it. He could only hope.

"Oh God Jonathan! I've just remembered!" Amber's expression quickly changed to serious.

"What? What now?"

"It's talking about Mum and Dad helping with the wedding that reminded me!"

"Reminded you about what?"

"Well, no later than 3 months before the wedding, I have to move back home, to Mum and Dad's."

"Oh God, not THAT again?! You're not actually going to go through with that are you?"

"Jonathan, I HAVE to! It's in the booklet that Mum picked up from church."

Jonathan vaguely remembered Amber telling him about this when she brought the booklet home after a visit to her parents. Although Jonathan was paying for the wedding, Amber's Mum had insisted that their 'only little girl' would be having a full Catholic wedding in line with their faith. Jonathan wasn't in the slightest bit religious and would have preferred they got married in a hotel or nice old historic building but Amber's Mother was a force to be reckoned with when it came to her only daughter's marriage and had insisted.

Amber knew that Jonathan wasn't religious and could understand his opinion on it but in her head, a marriage should always be in a church. A fairytale wedding, with her looking like a princess and all done correctly in the eyes of God. Although she herself wasn't an active church goer, she totally believed in the concept of marriage for life and the ceremony being overseen (as she saw it) by a higher being.

"Right so we come back from holiday and then that's it, you're gone! Back to your parents yes?"

"Yes," Amber said meekly. "Look, you know that we shouldn't have had sex before marriage anyway Jonathan and I did tell you on our first date that I wanted to wait until I was married but... well... what happened, happened, we had sex and we've been having it ever since."

"Mmmm, and hasn't it been great eh!?"

"Jonathan... I love you very much but we have to do this. It shows restraint and compliance and it's even more important now because we didn't start our relationship off in that way. It's just 3 short months and after that, we'll be living together forever and having sex whenever you... WE want."

"Huh! If I didn't fancy you as much as I do, it wouldn't be happening this way. I hope that tells you how much I want you?"

"Yes, it does. It'd be nice if it also told me how much you LOVED me too," Amber smiled, squeezing his hand, looking at him expectantly for what she wanted to hear.

"You know I do already. I'm just not sure yet how I'm gonna get through 3 months without... you know... sex... and THESE." Jonathan reached over and tweaked both her nipples through the stretched knitted fabric.

"Restraint and compliance!" Amber stated firmly, standing up and pulling away from his hands. "Time'll fly and actually, it might give me more time to get stuff organised without the other distractions we usually have! Right, I'm going for a shower, I'll see you in a bit."

Jonathan picked up yesterday's paper that he hadn't yet read. Maybe Amber would change her mind about moving back to her parents when the time came. After all, it was convenient for her to get to work with them both being able to go together. Although he didn't have any time for religion, he understood that some people did and had certain ways of doing things as a result. Ultimately, whatever happened before the wedding, they would still be getting married. He'd still have his prized 'busty young girl' by his side for the rest of his life, to have sex with and to have her look after him as he aged. He supposed that 3 months was a small price to pay for something that any other bloke would give their right arm (and probably leg) for. He wondered if he should also abstain from anything to do with sex during those 3 months too, no wanking, no looking at anything, no titillation. Support Amber's good intentions by abstaining himself.

"BLOODY IMPOSSIBLE HA!!" His loud voice echoed round the kitchen as he headed back up to the bedroom to get dressed.

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After lunch, Jonathan had gone to his office room. Unusually, this time there were no lusty thoughts, no looking at his galleries, no checking his website. He really did need to get the spreadsheets in order for the accountants and was determined to have the task completed before his meeting with them next week.

Amber had changed their bedding. She loved the feel of a fresh bed and was looking forward to sliding under the crisp, clean linen later on. Thinking about their conversation earlier, she perched on the edge of the bed and pulled out the booklet from the cabinet draw. 'Catholic Wedding Ceremonies - A Bride's Guide'. She flipped through until she reached the page with the checklist on it. It'd been so long since she'd given it a cursive glance when her Mum had handed it to her that she'd forgotten much of it. It was written in a prescriptive style and relied heavily on tradition but the opening pages acknowledged that lifestyles in the 21st century were different to those from decades past.

16 weeks beforehand - Cease all birth control even if it has been in use for medicinal reasons

12 weeks beforehand - Cease any and all cohabitation (one night stays are NOT permitted at any time prior to the ceremony)

10 weeks beforehand - Bride to meet priest for overview and discussion (please book in early for Spring and Summer weddings)

8 weeks beforehand - Groom to meet priest for overview and discussion (please book in early for Spring and Summer weddings)

6 weeks beforehand - Bride and Groom simple rehearsal in church

"Shit!" Amber had completely forgotten about the birth control part. She remembered how, when she last saw Father Peter for her purification that he had also said that she must stop using the pill due to the rules of Catholicism. She felt very apprehensive about this. She had been put on the pill when she was 13 as she'd had incredibly painful periods and had just remained on it ever since. Taking it was part of her daily routine. She felt nervous that she might start experiencing pain again. She'd also become used to and actually enjoyed not having a monthly bleed and the aspect of preventing pregnancy was really important to her, especially since her and Jonathan had been having sex for some months.

Despite her concerns, Amber was so focused on doing the right thing for her wedding that without thinking further about it, she picked up her phone, opened her GP app and made a 'contraception review' appointment for herself for the next day. The 'ceasing cohabitation' bit she'd already spoken to Jonathan about and was actually quite looking forward to. She thought it would not only help her organise the wedding in a more focused way but also help to ensure that neither she nor Jonathan would take the other for granted

"Right... priest meetings..." She flipped to the back of the book where contact information was given for Father Peter Slocombe. Picking up her phone again, she rang the church office number. There was no answer but the message said to leave a voicemail. She hated speaking onto answering machines but this was important...

"Oh... err... hello. My name's Amber Collins and I'd like to make a couple of appointments please, a Bride's overview meeting around the middle of February and a Groom's overview meeting around the end of February." She went on to leave her email address and phone number.

There, she'd done everything she could do from the booklet as of today. Putting it back in the draw, she pulled out the 'Your Wedding' magazine, flicking back to the dresses section. There were so many that she liked but after much deliberation over many evenings, she'd narrowed it down to two possibilities. One was a floor length silk gown that was a fitted column style with a turtle neck. The fabric was quite thick so nothing would show through and on the top part, instead of having an actual thick, rolled turtle neck, thin straps fastened it round the back of the neck. The fabric draped so well on the model, Amber thought it looked beautiful. Her second choice was a more traditionally shaped dress with a wider skirt, the bodice going most of the way up before flaring out left and right so that the puffy sleeves rested off the shoulder. Amber liked it as she thought it looked a mixture of traditional and what Jonathan had suggested as it didn't have any straps. She'd seen that the shop that sold these dresses was about a 90 minute drive away but she'd got her heart set on them and wanted to go. They also did a range of bridesmaid dresses as well. She quickly picked up her phone, sending texts to her Mum and Sophie and seeing if they'd be OK to come with her on Friday to go and do some try ons. She made a mental note to ask Jonathan later if she could also have next Friday off to go dress shopping. This was on top of the following Friday also being a holiday as she would be at the salon as planned.

There! During that afternoon, she'd managed to organise quite a lot! She felt pleased and went downstairs to start preparing dinner. On the way to the kitchen, she popped her head around the door of Jonathan's office.

"How're the spreadsheets going?"

"Hmmm, another hour and I'll reckon I'll be done." Jonathan looked up, noticing the prominent cameltoe at the front of her light brown coloured leggings. He kind of wished that she hadn't asked him. He'd been doing OK and hadn't been distracted for a good couple of hours at least but now seeing the little display of puffiness at the front of her tight leggings had sent his mind wandering into other directions.

"Ah, so just in time for dinner then? That's great, you've done really well. We'll get to go on holiday with nice clear diaries. I'll give you a shout when it's ready."

Jonathan glanced up at her sweater as she turned to leave. The same light green sweater she'd had on earlier but this time with a bra underneath. As the door closed behind her, he took a moment to remind himself how lucky he was. Her tits would always be her biggest draw. Amber was one of those girls who had tits that would always enter a room before she did and her tits turned him on more than any pair that he'd ever been in the company of before. However, as if that wasn't enough of a prize, the rest of her body he considered to be perfection as he knew it. Her beautiful young mound looked to him like he envisaged a virgin's mound would look; small, toned, well defined, neat, puffy, innocent and ready to be defiled for the first time. Her backside was petite but perfectly shaped, the rounded cheeks sitting high atop her legs and giving her that classic 'S' shape when she stood fully naked. Slim, toned legs, small waist, long hair, beautiful, innocent looking face, soft, tight skin and a personality that was both kind and helpful, compellingly innocent and naive. As far as he was concerned, he would never find another girl like her and he'd had a lot of time to do so over the years and a lot of opportunities had come his way. He was as much excited about their wedding as Amber was but for different reasons. He knew Amber wanted the fairy tale, the love, the romance, the 'for life' ceremony and the 'happy ever after' whereas he wanted the sexy, big breasted teen on his arm, regular sex on tap and the knowledge that he wouldn't have to grow old alone. Yes, he'd certainly be getting that alright. Now thinking about what he wanted to do with her later that evening, he set back to work on the spreadsheets as best he could.

Amber wasn't the best cook. She usually had to refer to a book to make anything that wasn't convenience food from the freezer. She had however, got both spaghetti bolognese and paella off to a 'T' and it was the former that she was making for this evening's dinner. About ten minutes before she was going to call him, Jonathan appeared looking both tired and relieved at the same time.

"Done it! It's finished!"

"Oh Jonathan! All that spreadsheet stuff finished now?"

"Yep, all done. AND on a memory stick ready for the accountants next week. Tell you what, I'm having a glass of wine or three with dinner to celebrate. I hope you're going to join me." Walking over to the cellar door, he disappeared to go and fetch a bottle.