Although, another track in my brain started playing, why not just keep Sai here, tell dad about us, it was going to happen anyway, why not do it in a way that kept the tension and anger to a minimum? I knew that, given any sort of ultimatum, a choice between dad and me, Sai would choose me. Perhaps we should just tell him, face the music, take our chances with dad’s reaction. I would run that one past Sai at a later date, after I’d had a chance to plot out how best to set that particular scenario in motion.
All our immediate problems resolved, or at least considered calmly, I took to contemplating Sai Fong as she slept. She really was worth contemplating; it was no wonder a posse of boys had trailed around after her from the age of 12; as she got older one after the other asking her out, and all getting knocked back. She had a lovely, firm, tight figure, round and shapely bum, lovely firm boobs, not too small, but not jugs either, thick, striking, bright-auburn hair, long slim legs, and her exotic features, part Asian, part European, all beautiful. She had teased and tormented me for so long, and I’d been scared stiff of her, of what she might do, or worse, what she might tempt me to do. Now it was done, and it felt just grand. I wanted her, and she wanted me, so all else was detail. She was going to have to bite her lip in Shropshire for the next three months, though; it was only June, and her courses started in mid-September, while I would have to remain in London for the summer. The programme I was in was a loan-out to the aerospace industry, so I had several design research projects to get knocked into shape; the money I was getting paid for it would pay my rent until Easter, so it was just too good to pass-up. She would just have to sweat until September, whether she liked it or not. If she could manage the occasional weekend, well and good, but I was definitely locked in until Mid-September.
When we went home, I’d talk to Dad about the benefits of Sai in university round the corner from me, under my eye, doing what she wanted to do, against the prospect of unleashing her on people who were foolishly expecting to get well at some point.
While I was woolgathering, thinking about what comes next, feeling the urge gathering somewhere below my belt-buckle (if I’d been wearing a belt), Sai woke up from her nap, checking my watch to see how long she’d been asleep.
“Harry, when we go home, next week, I mean, I suppose we won’t be able to shag like bunnies, will we?” The image made me shudder, pictures of Dad walking in and finding us twined together naked making my blood pressure drop to almost zero.
“Christ, Sai, that would be really fucking stupid, why are you even asking?” I choked out, nerves suddenly jangling, trying to get the sudden image of my slow death out of my head, my incipient erection dropping back to nothing, lying there looking at me reproachfully, fear written all over its little one-eyed face.
“Harry, you should let me finish what I was saying, don’t interrupt, its rude and pointless. As I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted, we can’t do this in the house, so we’ll have to make alternative arrangements. Harry! Are you listening? Why have gone so pale?”
“Princess, much as I love you, I refuse to even consider thinking about the possibility of there being the remotest chance of us even accidentally having any sort of contact other than ‘good morning’, are you hearing me? We agreed last night, appropriate behaviour only, yes? Don’t even think about lowering the bar. I’ve only got one life; I would like to use it for a while longer!”
“Harry Waterfield, if you don’t shut-up and listen, I swear I will stick a fingernail in the end of your knob and twist it hard, OK? Now shut up!”
I subsided, trying to clear the image of my post-mortem report so vividly printed in my mind’s eye: “the victim was bludgeoned, shot, strangled, castrated, dismembered and fed to dirty weasels. Foul play cannot be ruled out….”
“Harry, HARRY! Earth to Harry, Earth to Harry!” It was Sai Fong. “Harry, obviously we can’t go randomly shagging about the place; Dad only works in Lichfield, and if we hop into bed and he decides to come home early, or forgets something and turns round, we are in deep cack, forever,” I interrupted. “YOU’LL be in deep cack, I’ll be in the onion bed, fertilising next year’s crop!”
“Harry, I said, do not interrupt me! And stop being so melodramatic! What I was going to suggest was, when you stop quaking in your boots, if the need is too great, we have a ‘night out’ in Telford, or Shrewsbury, we call in that we’ve had a couple of drinks, driving is out of the question, so we’re staying at the Travelodge in Battlefield, or somewhere similar, see you in the morning, etc. That way, we get at least one night together during this week, yes? It works for me, how about you?”
I didn’t know anyone in Shrewsbury, and the Travelodge there was on an A-road, not a busy motorway stop.
“OK Sai, you convinced me, but only if we’re absolutely desperate, and to be honest, with Dad breathing down our necks, how desperate are we going to get? Tell you what, just to keep you damped-down, why don’t you go and visit Gran!”
“Not fucking funny, Joker Boy, why don’t I call up some of my ‘giggling-ninny’ girlfriends to sit with you so they can all stare at your crotch and cream themselves, that should keep you occupied, you like day-dreaming about that bunch of scrubbers drooling at you into their sticky knickers, don’t you?” smirked Sai Fong, knowing the last thing I wanted was a bunch of empty-headed wannabe predators staring at me like I was meat.
“Ouch! Touche Sai, good comeback!” I grinned feebly.
“And now Harry, now that we have that settled, there’s something I need to hear from you; waiting Harry, waiting!” smiled Sai.
I pulled her close to me, kissed her long and deeply, and said “Sai Fong, long have I known you for yea, these many years now, and I would ask, nay beg, that you grant me the fondest desire of my heart. Sai Fong, Star of the East, Beloved Pearl of the Orient, may I play with your wobbly bits?”
She grinned and thumped me on the chest, saying “You say the nicest things, you smooth talking bastard!” So saying, she slid her arms around me, kissing me soundly, and continuing down my neck to my chest, licking my nipples, and pushing me over onto my back, her hand finding and fondling my now semi-erect penis, rubbing and squeezing it to full stretch, pumping as she kissed down my abdomen. She continued on down until her lips touched my cock, kissing down the shaft to my scrotum, licking and teasing, finally slowly, gently sucking one of my testicles into her mouth, lightly sucking on it, rolling her tongue around it , before letting go and pulling in the other testicle for the same treatment. My cock was thrumming by now, and Sai began gently kissing up the stem again, finally licking and teasing the crown, sliding her tongue around the slit in the end before licking her lips and sliding them over the end, sucking me into her mouth and beginning a slow sucking motion, her head bobbing as she sucked nearly all my cock into her mouth, then sliding back up again, to tease and rub the end, then a slow, steady suctioning, squeezing my balls as I bucked under her, my own hand rubbing and caressing her pussy, her face flushing as my hand worked her up.
My climax came suddenly. I felt my cock throb as my sperm rose, as did she, clamping her lips around the crown and looking me in the eyes as I shot several jets of sperm into her mouth, my hips bucking as she jerked my cock smoothly, encouraging me to shoot more, until I was wrung dry, my hips finally coming to rest on the bed. Sai looked at me and smiled, her face still flushed, and I slid down the bed, urging her up to me, to straddle my face. She held onto the headboard for support as I pulled her down to me, her engorged pussy directly above my mouth as I licked and sucked her vulva, running my tongue over and into her vagina, teasing her inner lips, lapping her clitoris, while she moaned and shuddered above me. She came strongly, a flood of her juices drizzling into my mouth and over my face, her thighs quivering on either side of my head, her knees clamping on my head as she gave a muted scream, grinding her vulva into my face, rubbing her clitoris against me to prolong her orgasm.
All done, Sai slid back down me, coming to rest lying on top of me, kissing me softly as her orgasm died away, murmuring, rubbing my arms, my chest, my shoulders, neck, and finally my face, looking up at me as she lightly traced the contours of my features, grinning as she did so, as did I, remembering the girl who loved so much to do that all those years ago.
Finally she stirred. “Harry, I’d like to go to a nice pub, have a drink, my first evening out with my… fiancee” said with a slow grin, “do you know one around here?”
My local was pretty good, no noisy jukebox or big-screen sports TV, just a quiet pub with good beer, good food, a good place to relax after a long day. I smacked her lightly on her succulent little bum.
“Up you get then, missy, my local’s pretty good, no laddish behaviour, nice food; you want to check it out?”
Sai did, so we got showered, (a necessity, considering what we’d been doing!) and headed out for a quiet evening out, just the two of us.