The path to True Love
Amber remembered the day vividly when she first set eyes on Jamie Truelove. He had been the talk of the school arriving part way through Year 10, resplendent in his stay press trousers, waffle cardigan and moccasins. He had one of those quiffy kind of hairstyles that she was pretty sure only stayed in place due to a large quantity of his Mum's 'Silvikrin Extra Firm hold' and he oozed cool. The kind of cool that is only evident to a bunch of 15 year old boys with barely disguised acne and voices that squeak and with embarrassing unpredictability and their fawning female counterparts obviously...but cool never the less. Amber and her friends would hang around outside the school gates or in their form rooms waiting expectantly for a glimpse of the object of their affections and the chance to blush furiously and open and close their mouths like a ventriloquists dummy if Jamie and his mates even deigned to look their way – let alone speak to them. They would run off, giggling uncontrollably in the way only teenage girls can, before dissecting, discussing and analysing the whole brief encounter for hours on the phone later that evening.
Throughout the remainder of her school years, Amber could only dream of anything like a proper date with the wonderful Jamie, in fact she was sure he had barely even noticed her existence amongst the gaggle of near hysterical admirers that seemed to follow in his wake. Her and Jamie's 'relationship' was merely a figment of Amber's imagination – long nights where she lay awake in her bed fantasising him finally asking her out and kissing her passionately in the back seat of the cinema. She wasn't altogether sure what 'kissing passionately' absolutely entailed but she was sure that a man of the world such as Jamie would be experienced enough to show her. She took to watching pop videos and soppy movies where the girl got thoroughly kissed at the end, and practising her technique on the back of her hand.
Eventually, Jamie and his mates left to join various YTS schemes being 'far too cool for school' by this point, and Amber and her more sensible (and undeniably square) friends stayed on to pursue worthwhile educational studies such as A levels in Food and Nutrition and Media Studies. It was a year after finishing her own schooling, and now working on the makeup counter in Boots, having been unable to find any high powered jobs that combined being able to make a jam swiss roll and knowing about the explosion of digital communication technology in the late 20th and early 21st centuries, that she once again bumped into Jamie.
More accurately, he bumped into her, just as she was rushing back late, again, from her lunch break. She had hurtled through the revolving doors clutching a half-eaten prawn sandwich and a half finished chocolate milk shake, just he was leaving the store, reading his paper and totally not looking where he was going. They had inevitably collided and, resisting the urge to scream, 'Watch where you're fucking going!' (she did work here after all and she really needed this job) Amber barely looked up as she tried to rub the splatter of ice cold milk shake that had landed inappropriately on her left breast, the nipple of which was now protruding shamelessly. The sound of Jamie's voice exclaiming, "Bloody hell, if it isn't little Amber Nectar!" distracted her from openly groping her own breast and she looked up, her eyes meeting his directly. Well, they would have met his directly, if he hadn't been blatantly ogling her erect nipple which was now even more visible due to the large, cold, wet patch covering it!
Amber recognised him immediately and, alarmingly, reverted back to a 15 year old stuttering, blushing school girl, seemingly incapable of stringing even two coherent words together.
"Lovely to see you again," grinned Jamie his eyes meeting hers briefly, before indiscreetly returning to ogle her tits.
Amber blushed again and tried to cross her arms awkwardly in an attempt to hide her exposed lady bits.
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The Path to True Love
ChickLitWhen Amber had married Jamie Truelove all those years ago, she had been young and in love. Just lately, she had begun to question her own sense of purpose as her children had flown the nest, leaving her and Jamie alone for the first time in years. A...
