“Where there’s a university there are students, and where there are students, there’s usually a chronic shortage of accommodation, and Carlisle is no exception. I had a talk with the Housing Officer at the university, and she told me that they’re having to board students with families all over this part of Cumbria just to give them somewhere to live, and the problem gets worse every year as the students have to move out of Halls at the end of their first year to make room for the new intake, and so they have to find somewhere to place that class.”
“There are several places I think we could convert into student housing quite easily; that place two doors along is a good one; it’s empty, and has been for a while, I counted at least six bedrooms, it’s almost as big as this place, so if Shari likes it too, and the numbers add-up, maybe we should seriously consider buying it and converting it into student housing.”
Shari looked at Rick and me.
“Well, what do you think? Should we go with Yaz’s recommendation? Speak up, guys, this is your chance to say yea or nay.”
As my knowledge of the property market could have been printed in full on a pinhead, I just nodded, trusting Shari and Yaz on this. Rick sat silent for a few seconds, mulling over what Yaz had said, then cocked an eye at Shari.
“We’d need to move fast, and work even faster, if we want to get anything in place for the early-summer housing rush, but I think we could do it, if we get the right people. Okay, game-on!”
Shari smiled, then sobered up again.
“Now for the other thing; if you’re serious about tracking Nicky down, then perhaps we should do something about it. Maybe we should hire an investigation agency, there must be those that specialise in tracking-down missing persons. If no-one objects, I’m going to give that a try. You two have a think about Nicky, what he liked, where he might have gone, or where he might have been; we know he was abducted from America, could he have gone back there to try and find his mother? Ricky, see if you can dig up anything in that pile of papers in the attic, maybe there’s a clue in there, or something that will help an investigator, or if mummy told you anything more, or even just mentioned in passing. That bastard used to boast to her all the time about what he did; maybe he let something slip one time about who and where he took Nicky from.”
And so it was decided; we would kick-off the family business with Yaz’s recommendation, and while we did that, we’d look for Nicky, now that we knew he was out there. We were all feeling the urge to bring him back, Rick and me because we needed to apologise to him, and the girls because they needed their big brother, period.
Once the business of the day was concluded, Rick and Yaz disappeared into the family room to watch TV while Shari and I lingered over fresh coffees. We’d both seen the looks and secret little smiles they’d been exchanging, so it was no surprise to find the family room empty when we finally made our way there to sprawl on one of the big soft couches in there. At least whatever they were doing, they were doing it two floors up and out of earshot, so we wouldn’t be disturbed, although Shari was looking like she wouldn’t mind me disturbing her at all. We sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, finishing our coffees, constantly making and breaking eye-contact, until Shari couldn’t take any more, throwing her leg over me and straddling me as she sat in my lap, grinning as she laced her fingers behind my neck.
“Okay, coffee-break’s over, time for some happy-time, baby, are you ready to play?” she grinned, grinding herself against the lump that had magically appeared in my jeans. My hands automatically slid around her waist, then down, to cup and squeeze her firm little backside, making her grin even wider.
“Ooohh Bobby, you do want to play, don’t you?” she pouted at me, a wicked glint in her eye, as she began to slide herself back and forth on my lap, making my cock grow and harden almost painfully.
Shari leaned down to kiss me, just a light, playful brush of her lips against mine, her tongue flicking out for a second, before catching my bottom lip between her teeth and nibbling gently. Something made me pull her closer, Shari grinning as I suddenly pulled her up against me, crushing her breasts against me as I captured her lips this time, my tongue parting her lips to fence lightly with hers. Shari returned the kiss even more fervently, until we were lip-locked, my hands clamped around her lovely, firm bum, holding her tightly to me. Eventually, Shari broke our kiss and climbed off my lap, much to my disappointment. She must have seen my look, as she leaned down to kiss me quickly.
“Two seconds, baby, just got to get something!” and with that she dashed upstairs; after a few seconds, I heard her light tread as she skipped downstairs again. She came back into the family room carrying a quilt and a couple of pillows. She threw them on the couch and slipped out of her harem slippers and began undoing her jeans.
“Come on baby, aren’t you joining me?” she grinned, and I jumped up and began kicking my shoes off as I almost yanked my jeans down in my haste! By the time I got my jeans off and tugged my polo shirt off, Shari was down to her skimpy little panties and bra, and looked like the best reason in the world for a rampage. She grinned at me as I took in the full impact of her long, sleek, shapely legs and tight, luscious little bottom hugged inside her tight panties, her small, high breasts clearly outlined in the light bra she was wearing. Two intriguing, tempting little points poking through the material, and the tumbled mass of her Titian hair, a lustrous cascade of red-bronze, framed her beautiful, heart-shaped face, contrasting perfectly with her creamy complexion.
“Is that all you’re going to do, baby, stare at me?” she teased, turning her back to unhook her bra, flirting her gorgeous little bum at me, barely concealed as it was in her filmy panties. All I could do was look at her, taking in the elegance of her long, sleek back and slim waist, her flaring hips and her perfectly rounded, pert little bum cheeks, just built for fondling and nibbling, the smooth skin and perfect muscle tone, and once again the contrast of that silky mass of bronze hair against her creamy skin with its faint golden tinge hinting at her exotic heritage.
I slipped up behind her and slid my arms around her waist, hooking my thumbs in her panties and sliding them off before moving my hands up her rib-cage to cup her firm little breasts and gently tease and squeeze her hard nipples. Shari giggled and thrust her bum back into my groin, trapping my cock in the tight cleft between her buttocks, and rolling them to squeeze me playfully.
“Bobby, is that all for me?” she whispered wickedly, grinding her bum against my stiffened cock, then turning to once again kiss me while simultaneously grinding her crotch against mine. I was in a state of exquisite agony now; I was holding a beautiful naked girl, and there was only one thing I wanted to do with her, but blindly gratifying myself wasn’t part of the new me; I owed my awakening to her, and I knew what I wanted to do to her to make her feel as good as I did right then.
I slid her off me, holding her by her waist as I urged her down next to me, kissing and licking her taut nipples, making her sigh and moan softly as my teeth grazed the sensitive flesh. I continued kissing and licking in a line down her taut stomach, making her wriggle and sigh delightfully, savouring the feel of her warm silky skin against my lips and tongue, until my tongue-tip lapped at the apex to her fragrant slit.
Shari groaned as I teased her lips apart, flicking my tongue over her clitoris in its little hood. She responded by twining her fingers in my hair and pushing her mound against my mouth as I bored-in, flatting my tongue to lick her in long sweeping passes the length of her slit, feeling her labia pulse against my tongue as they swelled and darkened with her arousal. Her scent surrounded me, filling my head with her sweet, seductive musk, turning all my thoughts to her, losing myself in what I was doing to please my girl, my whole heart and soul in her hands as I drank her salty, tangy sweetness, my tongue gently rubbing and licking her hard little button, her juices flowing over my tongue as I lapped and drank her
Finally, after a few minutes, or a few hours, I’m not sure which, Shari reached down to cup my face.
“Baby, it’s your turn, sweetie!” she murmured, sliding away from me and kneeling-up to kiss me, with me responding by once again holding and squeezing her taut bottom as my lips sought hers. Shari responded by gently grasping my now rigidly erect cock, squeezing me with one hand as she fondled my balls with the other. She broke our kiss to smile wickedly before dropping her head down to lightly lick the tip of my cock. I groaned at the feel of her tongue on me, and at the sight of her gorgeous little bottom thrust so provocatively in the air as she continued to kiss, lick, and finally suck me. I twined my fingers in her luxuriant hair, enjoying the feel of the silken strands as her head bobbed on my cock, anything to distract me from the feel of her hot mouth sucking and licking me so perfectly.