He held me tight at that, his lips soft and warm, and comforting against my skin as he grazed softly on my shoulder, my neck, my throat, and then my lips again, kissing me like he never meant to stop, and I kissed him back just as avidly, thrilling in the feel of my man holding and kissing me. I lay with him a little longer, feeling the warmth of my rower-boy suffuse my body, lulling me. I was almost asleep, tucked-up close to him, when he patted me on the bottom, jarring me awake again.
“Lor, it’s almost eight; don’t you want anything to eat?”
I hadn’t, but now that he mentioned it, I suddenly felt ravenous.
“Take me to ‘Alimentum’ again, my treat this time; their pan-fried salmon is to die for!”
Gerry smiled, and pulled me into the shower with him for a short, invigorating shower, followed by a brisk rub-down by my very own fantasy-boy, then once again in his lovely old Morgan across town to that lovely restaurant we’d dined at just the other night.
*
Once again the reaction to him in the restaurant from the females, staff and patrons alike, was muted, but immediate. Once again that twitching of tails and flicking of ears as he took his seat, the tense posture of so many women as they tried not to crane their necks and stare hungrily at him. The waitress who took our orders wasn’t immune either; as Gerry perused the menu, I watched her slowly flush, tiny beads of perspiration glistening on her top lip, and I could sense her willing herself to not stare at him, to not lick her lips, to not show him somehow that she would be available if that was what he wanted.
Gerry, to his eternal credit, was completely unaware of the effect he was having; he truly was a sweet boy, with absolutely no clue as to just how incredibly desirable he was, and definitely not a conceited dick who used his attractiveness to collect trophy shags. He selected our starters, mains, an exotic pudding to follow, and drinks, totally oblivious to the pretty young waitress slowly going into heat right next to him. I was completely amused (and a little awed) by the whole thing; I’d never seen a man have such a blitzkrieg effect on a roomful of women before, especially when he wasn’t even trying.
Dinner was a replay of the other night; Gerry never once broke eye contact as we talked, his fingers occasionally brushing mine across the table, and once again I was entranced and enchanted at the complete naturalness of his interaction with me as he shyly fed me a choice titbit, or smiled at something I said, or poured me another glass of wine. I was so much in love with him already, but every second with him was tightening that bond, pulling me ever closer and more deeply into him.
The evening flew by; before I knew it, it was late and while I’d gladly have sat there all night, just taking him all in, basking in his company, a couple of yawns from me and he called for the bill. Once again he insisted on paying, even though it was supposed to be my treat, then it was back to his flat, where he ushered me in the door with a proprietary hand on my bum, holding me to him as he locked the door, then both his hands slipping under my skirt to squeeze, lift, and separate my bum cheeks as he kissed me like a man in love.
“I’m going to fuck you all night long!” he whispered, slipping his talented index finger into my anus as he feasted on my lips, his bulging cock rubbing and teasing my seeping pussy as he finger-fucked my tight hole. As he frigged and rubbed me, he muttered and whispered into my mouth and against my throat, heating me up, making me hot for him.
“I’m going to fill your bum with cock and spunk, Lorna Boscombe; I’m going to stretch your arsehole wide-open around my cock, I’m going to pound spunk deep into your pussy, and when you think we’re done, I’m going to do it all over again! Tonight is fuck-heaven for you Lorna, tonight you find out what being mine really means!”
He was true to his word; that night was a jumbled whirl, a sexual kaleidoscope of blurred impressions as he fucked me, and fucked me, and then fucked me some more, stretching me, spraying his man-juice all over me, and filling my mouth, my pussy, and my arse with his hot maleness, over and over again. When I finally fell asleep, it was with his thick cock jammed deep inside my bottom, plugging me completely as his big, gentle hands held my swollen breasts and stiff nipples, holding me against him.
Waking with my darling baby brother pounding his cock into my arse was the most exciting wake-up call I’d had in a long time; he began so gently I was half convinced it was an especially dirty dream I was having, but then his lips began to caress my neck, and his hands squeezed and rubbed my nipples. Then suddenly I was wide awake, with my brother’s cock fucking me in the arse, one hand squeezing my nipples and the other rubbing and squeezing my clitoris, and I dissolved into a shuddering, screaming mess as my body quaked with orgasm after orgasm, gigantic pulses of pure pleasure blasting through me.
As I came, so too did he, his fat cock swelling even more as he jammed himself deeply into me, my insides burning as pulse after pulse of hot spunk shot into me, filling me in the way I’d always wanted and sending me off in a haze of warmth and deep, liquid languor.
When I came down from that beautiful place, it was to see that smile, and those beautiful, sad, china-doll eyes staring into mine. I realised then that I was the happiest I’d ever been in my life, and that no-one could ever make me as happy as he could. Yes, I know I said earlier that I loved him, unconditionally, and I did, but now I knew, all the way down, and deep in every fibre of me, that he was the one, and I found myself desperately hoping he felt the same way.
He pulled me closer, and kissed me tenderly, his kiss thrilling though me, clean, sweet, freighted with his need for me, and, hopefully, something more. I started to say something, and he brushed my lips with his finger.
“No Lor, me first, please. I need to say this, then, if you can’t or don’t want to, I’ll never bring it up again. Please?”
I nodded, and he drew away slightly so he could look me in the eyes as he spoke.
“Lor… after these last few days, after what… happened between us, I want you to know that I meant every word I said; you were always the one; even when I knew it could never be that way between us, I never let you go. Now, after all we’ve done, and because of what’s happened here, I want you to know that there will never be anyone else for me. I love you, Lorna, I always have, it’s only ever been you for me; even if Jenna filled-in for you for a while, she wasn’t you, and I couldn’t have had a life with her, because she wasn’t you and I would have been lying to her. She’s too fine a person to do something like that to. But now you’re here, and I can finally say these things.
He paused to swallow, his lip trembling, but he plunged on.
“Lor, do you honestly think that one day, when I’m more than just a penniless student, when I’ve made something of myself, do you think we would be able to… be … together, you and me, a family? I know it’s a lot to ask; you must have guys falling at your feet, and I don’t actually have anything to offer you; all I have is right here, but one day, when I deserve you, do you think you could want me the way I want you?”
I stared at him, head a-whirl as he said all the things I wanted to hear, that I had been dying to ask him. I couldn’t believe he was so in-tune with me, after so many years apart, and that he could want me as much as I wanted him. As I stared at him silently, in almost-shock, I saw the sadness creep into his eyes, and he made to turn away, before I realised I had to tell him too, that he had mistaken my silence for rejection. I had to banish that sadness and make him understand that he was all I wanted, but there were things he needed to know.
Finally, after all my playing the field and misbehaving, I had found the one, and he wanted me too, excess baggage and all. But first, I had to confess all; Gerry knew I’d played the field; I felt he had to know just what I’d been doing, because I needed the air cleared once and for all; I wanted him, and he wanted me, but he had to know all about me first.
“Gerry, before we go anywhere, you need to know what you’re getting; no, please, I need to tell you this!”
I waved his objections aside, and began telling him everything, from pretty little Zoe Huxley, who’d seduced me on the ski-trip my last year at school and had been my first love, the succession of undergraduates I worked my way through, looking for the perfect man, seducing Charlie Manville and the antics we’d gotten up to all through his stay at Sandhurst. I even told him about the so-called ‘family friend’ we’d spent our summers with; while I’d never done anything to lead him on, and nothing had ever happened, ‘Uncle Mike’, the head of the household, had shown no compunction in making his intentions absolutely clear; he’d been pestering me all through university, bombarding me with phone-calls, gifts, dinner invitations, all politely refused, and luckily I lived and worked far enough away from him that our paths never crossed.
To be absolutely honest, if he’d been nicer, and the slightest bit attractive, I might have considered it; fun was fun, after all, or so I’d thought when I was a committed hedonist; that I didn’t bed him was testimony to how creepy I found him, not a tribute to my moral code. Besides, I was now certain I knew who’d drilled that peephole to peek at me showering; who was better placed to drill holes in walls than the owner of the house?
All in all, my confession was a pretty sordid affair, but at least now he knew the whole truth; Gerry kept silent while I unreeled all this at him, his face expressionless, and when I finished, I waited for him to tell me to go, that I disgusted him, that I had the morals of an alley-cat, anything but that sad, lost look.