A thought occurred to me, and I asked him something I had meant to ask him several times, but had kept being sidetracked by his hands and lips and hard muscular body.
“Charlie,” I began, “just when did you first know that it was me you wanted, really wanted, I mean, not just wanted to ogle or touch me up?”
He looked far away for a second, and then grinned broadly. “Since I was fourteen, more or less, does that answer your question?”
“No, Charlie, tell me more, what was it that set this off, please.”
He started to talk, holding me close, and rubbing his hands gently over my back and thighs as he did so.
“When you first came and saw me at Wellington, you were sixteen, very pretty, long hair, those lovely bits of yours all nicely there, and nearly all my year were like ‘Phwoaarr, she’s a sort, Charlie, you lucky fucker!’ and that started me thinking, and I knew they were right; you were a sort, prime hottie, and after that I kept getting questions like “So Charlie, you fucked your sister yet, and if you’re not going to, can I?” And I knew then that I wanted you. Every time you came down to see me, whether or not Lorna was with you, all I could think of was what you’d look like naked, and getting my hands in your knickers or round your tits, sucking your arse, or licking your pussy, and how much I wanted to fuck you, and when you left I’d wank myself raw for a week after, end up with balls like a bag of walnuts and my knob feeling like it was deep-fried. You were on my mind constantly, and not just the sex stuff; I wanted to see you smile, kiss me properly, you know, all romantic and….” he trailed off, looking embarrassed, but I nipped his lip to encourage him to go on, continue with his story.
“Really, from then, I knew you were the only girl for me; I think that’s when I fell in love with you, and I’ve never changed how I feel, nor would I want to. After dad died, I knew that you’d need me one day, and I thought that perhaps we might have a chance, that you might consider me, even when you were so mad at me. I had all these weird dreams about coming home one day and you’d just run up and kiss me like a proper girlfriend, and then it would all dissolve into, you know…. sex dream stuff, and I’d wake up and it wasn’t real, and you weren’t there. I’d just about decided to bunk off, come home and try it on with you when Lorna showed up and… uh, showed me the secret garden, if you know what I mean!
“The rest is history, you know how it goes from here, although I will say, if you hadn’t come across, I don’t know if I could have made work it with Lorna, much as I love her. She’s beautiful, brilliant, sexy as all hell, a complete freak in bed, she’s almost you, but she’s not you, and I wouldn’t have done that to her. I couldn’t have tried to make it work with her because she’d have always known she was my second choice, and she’s too fine a person to treat like that. If there were no you, Lorna would be the standard by which I would measure a girl, I know I would have made a serious beeline for her, but now I can’t see her for you, and I wouldn’t ever step over to her and away from you. Luckily she knows that. She loves you as much as I do, and she wouldn’t stand for that anyway. Lorna’s a man-eater, not a man-stealer. She’s the only other person on this entire planet I trust. You and I will probably play a lot with Lorna and Gerry, but I would never play away with her, and she wouldn’t dream of asking, nor tolerate it if I did not that I would; I’ve got my dream girl. Does that answer your question?” he finished with a grin.
I looked at him in awe. I had forgotten, with all the relentless fucking and athletic shagging over the last couple of days, that behind the horny soldier persona was an articulate, ferociously intelligent young man, now, sadly, old beyond his years, and I loved him for being so frank and forthcoming. We’d agreed no secrets, and he knew I had none from him, and his opening his heart like this gave me a whole new perspective on him, yet another aspect of him to love.
Now he wrapped his arms around me and rolled onto his back, rolling me onto his chest, kissing me, nipping the end of my nose, making me giggle. I looked up, and Lorna was standing in the doorway, naked, and I wondered how much she’d heard of what Charlie had said about her. She gave me that Lorna grin, that only she can do, cheeky, sexy, wicked and sly all in one, and walked into the bedroom to sit on the bed. Charlie looked up, grinned at her, and patted the bed next to him, and Lorna slid up next to him, draped her arm around my neck, kissed me deeply, seriously, making little thrills run around inside me.
Eventually, Lorna let go, smiled and tipped my lip with her forefinger. “God, you’re hot, I want to suck your pussy again, now!” she giggled, “pity we have things to do. Breakfast first, then I have something to do this evening, so preparations to make, things to buy, and places to be!” She gave me a meaningful look, and I knew she was reminding me about what whatever this mysterious scheme was. “Charlie, darling, do me a favour; my case is outside, take it downstairs for me, Gerry’s out cold; I worked him hard last night!” with a wicked grin.
As soon as Charlie had gone, Lorna hissed “Quick Lu, Charlie’s Orders, I need them so I have all the facts right tonight. I’ll drop them back tomorrow or day after. NOW, Lu, he’ll be back in a minute!”I rummaged through Charlie’s bag, and found the buff envelope with the MoD crest on it, handed it to Lorna, and was back in bed by the time Charlie came back.
“I looked in on Gerry, he’s almost comatose, barely breathing, you’ve humped him almost to oblivion, Lor!” he grinned, “I remember the feeling so well!” with a happy, nostalgic smile on his face, dirty little bugger!
He bounded back onto the bed, between Lorna and I, put his arms around both of us, and kissed us both on the cheek. “There, that’s a good morning kiss for the only women in my life, long may they reign supreme! Now, Lor, if you’ll excuse us, I have something I’d like to put to Lucy, and it may involve a certain amount of to-ing and fro-ing, so if you’ll excuse us…? ”
Lorna looked haughtily at him. “Charles Manville, I have seen you do things to me with your body that would make a Chinese acrobat gasp in envy, and have had you stick things in me from all angles in the most unlikely places, save perhaps upside down in a chandelier. If you want privacy to hump Lucy, ask for it, but I’m still not going anywhere, I came in for breakfast, one way or another I’m getting some, are we clear, young man?”
He smiled. “On your head be it, and anywhere else it lands. I just feel sorry for Gerry that’s all!
“Why?” asked Lorna, grinning.
Charlie grinned back. “Today, he’s a healthy, strapping 22-year old. This time next year he’ll be 97 and nearly dead, and you’ll be searching for your next victim!”
“You say the sweetest things, soldier-boy!” smiled Lorna, smiling and crooking a finger at me.
I was curious to see what Lorna was going to do, and I didn’t have long to wait. She pulled me into her, kissing me while her hands squeezed and probed my arse, pulling my buttocks apart to expose my hole, sliding her finger in and slipping the other hand down between us to tip and tease my pussy. I lay back, Lorna over me as she kissed me and frigged my pussy, sitting up and reversing her position so she was able to lick and kiss my slit. She threw her leg over me, straddling me and shuffling back, leaning down to go back down on me, presenting her pussy to me. I grabbed her hips and pulled her fanny into me, sliding my tongue up and down her slippery pussy, lapping her juices as she lapped mine, slipping my tongue-tip into her anus as she lapped at my own rosebud, watching her anus jump and start when I blew on it, and poking my tongue into her pussy, parting her lips to lick inside her, reaming her out as she reamed me. Lorna found my clitoris and licked it gently, making me shiver, and I returned the favour, making her own pussy wink and flutter at me. I licked and tongued and kissed for all I as worth, returning everything Lorna did to me, feeling myself flushing as my orgasm approached, Lorna sensing it and slowing down , teasing me without tormenting me.