I was thrilling inside as he talked; I felt the exact same way, but I hadn’t known how to say it; now he was saying it all for me, so I did the next best thing.
“Take me home, Andy; take me to your bed and show me how much you love me!” I whispered in his ear.
Andy smiled, and then he kissed me, a long, slow, tender kiss; never mind that my boobs were hanging out of my dress, or that my thong was hanging off one ankle, it was still the most romantic moment of my entire life, as we committed to each other in a deserted country lane late one moonlit summer night. Eventually we reluctantly stopped with the kissing; wonderful as it was, I didn’t want to spend the night here; I wanted to bend my bed with Andy, so I let him help me up, pulled up my panties and rearranged myself back into my dress for the short drive home.
Once home, I slipped into the shower while Andy put away his suit then joined me, both of us actually taking a shower; no hanky-panky this time; we had the rest of the night for that, but the feel of his hands on me as he soaped my back and shoulders… words fail. Once we were pink and shiny clean, Andy helped me dry-off (such a kind boy, and he found such nice places to rub as well, I must keep him…) then helped me fluff out my hair as I blow-dried it, at which point I leapt frenziedly on him, and only some unfair tickling got him into position to do some really naughty things to bits of me that really needed it.
As we rolled around, his lips and tongue drove me frantic, licking and sucking me while his big, soft hands squeezed, rubbed, lightly pinched, and groped me, making me gasp and tingle with delight.
Finally tired of horsing around, he trapped me on my back, holding me by the wrists as he gently licked a trail from between my breasts all the way to my slit, then long, slow lapping licks as he teased my labia and clitoris with the flat of his tongue. I was seeing stars all the while, and when he shoved his tongue-tip between my labia, I came, hard, flooding his face with my juices, which he eagerly lapped-up.
As I came back down, he rolled me onto my tummy, and once more pulled me up to his mouth, this time licking me from my bumhole to my clitoris in long, sweeping strokes of his tongue, alternating with poking the tip of his tongue into my most secret place, driving me wild with the sensations as he rimmed me. I was mewing and gasping, a complete wreck, when he pulled me to my knees and cupped his hands over my boobs, and as he squeezed and squashed my nipples, he slid his fat cock into me from the rear, taking me doggy-style. From this angle, his cock felt immense, and every ridge and vein rubbed every nerve-ending inside me, setting-off even more fireworks inside me.
I dropped down onto my chest, holding the bedclothes as he pounded into me, the angle now so acute that I felt I couldn’t take any more since my pussy was already stuffed so tight. Andy obviously felt the same, quickening his stroke as he hammered into me, his breath hitching and gasping, while orgasm chased orgasm through me, one after another.
When he came, I swear my tummy bulged with the force of his ejaculation; I thought he’d filled me up earlier, but now I felt his cock swell and jam inside me as thick jets of spunk blasted into me and ran out along the sides of his cock, drenching my inner thighs as that enormous volume of spunk filled me to overflowing.
I slumped down, utterly mind-warped by what he’d done to me, tremors shuddering through me as the aftermath of my orgasm took me. Andy stayed stock-still above me, his hands taking his weight on either side of me as his cock twitched and pulsed inside me, the last remnants of his spunk draining into me, and when he slumped down next to me, I rolled on my side so I could hold him close and once more feel his soft mat of chest hair tease and tickle my throbbing nipples.
Andy held me close as he gasped for breath, while I burrowed against him, lost in his smell, the silky feel of his chest-hair as I gently licked him, savouring the feel of the long, soft hair against my tongue, and the strength of his arms as he hugged me close, his big hands once more gently roaming over me, touching and exploring, squeezing and fondling, just as I was doing to him.
*
When I woke, dawn was breaking, and the new day had brought me new insight. It was all clear to me, now; whatever I had been thinking and pondering before, the part of me deep inside that did the joined-up thinking had made a decision, and I knew it was the right one. Andy was still fast asleep, but a slight movement from me was all it took to snap him awake, then smile that lovely, slow, sweet smile of his.
“You’re awake early, Princess…” he murmured, pulling me closer into his warm chest. I hugged him back, but he twigged I wanted to say something, so let me go, instead pulling the bedclothes into a warm nest around me.
“What is it, Lindy, problem?” he smiled, and I shook my head.
“Not a problem, Andy, but I’ve come to a decision…”
He cocked an eyebrow, waiting for me to continue, so I took a deep breath, and plunged ahead.
“When you go back to Edinburgh, I’m coming with you. No, please, let me finish!”
Andy subsided, and waved me on.
“Go on, Lindy; if you’re bound to do this, you need to be sure about why; please, go on.”
I took a deep breath, and unravelled my thoughts as best I could.
“I don’t know why I’m going to university; I have no real career mapped-out, and I’m doing a degree because that’s what you’re supposed to do; PPE feels like something I’m supposed to do while I’m waiting for the right size trust-fund to come along and marry me, and I can’t do that; I already have you. I think I should let my place go to someone who actually wants and needs it; if I go to university, all I’ll be doing is marking time and turning into a dilettante, with no plan, and there’s no future in that for me. The future I have is with you, I know that now. Does that make sense?”
Andy held me closer while I cried a little, but I knew I was right; I wasn’t just having an episode of infatuation. My parents were wasters; if I went to university and took up space for three years studying for a pointless degree I’d never use, wouldn’t that make me just as big a waster? At least this way my place would go to someone who wanted a proper career and would take the degree seriously; they deserved it more than I did.
Andy held me and crooned to me while I sniffled against him, but eventually my tears dried up, and I was able to talk and think coherently again. Andy smiled as he jigged me against him, like he used to do when I was small, until I was ready to go on.
“I thought about this, I really did; uni and I are not meant to be; I only applied because I thought I was supposed to. Now I know I have real options, and that’s the life I want; I’d rather be a doctor’s wife than a dull-as-dust researcher for some deadbeat politician who’s only in Parliament for the salary. Take me with you, please, baby!”
Andrew pulled me around to sit on his lap, and held me while he kissed my cheek, my hair, even my ear, making me squirm.
“Of course I’m taking you with me; try and stop me!” he breathed in my ear, “I just wanted to hear you tell me why I should!”
*
The summer break rolled past at breakneck speed, and before I knew it, it was nearing time for Andy to go back up north and resume his studies; only now, I was going with him. The summer together had cemented our relationship, welding us together into one, and Andy could no more leave me behind than I could let him go.
It was more than just the sex, although that was fantastic; it was the little things: waking in the morning to find myself spooned in his lap, his arm around me; the way he’d brush my hair from my forehead then kiss me quick as lightning, or pull me into his lap as we snacked in front of the TV, and the laughing, giggling, rough and tumble horseplay that inevitably turned into hot and sweaty, or sweet and gentle, lovemaking.
I even decided to forgive Freddy; Grandfather’s ‘people’ had found him alive and well and skulking around his bolt-hole in Aberystwyth, which relieved Andy (and me, too, I have to say; he may have been a complete arse, but he was still my brother).
As an interesting side-bar, I got a call from Sai Fong early one morning, humming and hawing a lot until she finally managed to get to the point; she knew, and said not to ask her how, that Andy and I, me and my brother, were now an item. What she wanted to know was, how had I managed it; just how did I get Andy to make that frenzied leap at me?
As she asked, a light went on; Harry, of course, she was planning on making her move! As I didn’t blame her in the slightest, because Harry was just too gorgeous to let just anyone have him, I gave her the whole sordid (but exciting!) story of how I’d ended up in Andy’s bed the night before the testimonial match, and waking to find him fast asleep with his hand on my bum while his night-wood was placed just right to rub against me, and how he’d woken to find me gripping him while I rubbed one out on him, and how it had gone from there, basically, that I’d seduced him when he was in no position to hold me off. I hope she was taking notes…