Not a cross word or a quizzical glance passed between Andy and me that entire summer; I knew what he wanted, when he wanted it, and he was the same with me. The Langley woman knew what was going on, but she held her tongue; loyalty to my mother, I suppose, as she’d once been her nanny, but her sour disapproving face was yet another reason to get out of there. August was almost out when suddenly the reality of what we were doing struck home…
Andy and I were out in the pool; as had become our custom, he was wearing nothing much, and I was wearing a skimpy bikini that had somehow become pulled down to my knees, and while we were busily exploring and pushing each others’ buttons, giggling and gasping away, a softly cleared throat jerked my eyes up; to my horror, my mother was standing on the pool sun patio, arms akimbo, her sunglasses pushed up on her forehead, and her skimpy designer dress showing that while she may have been a woman of 43, she still had the face and body of a 25 year-old.
“Are you having fun, dears?” she grinned, “no, don’t answer that! Darlings, put something on, please, your father’s somewhere around here!”
She pulled her sunglasses off and smiled conspiratorially at us.
“Langley was right, but I just had to see for myself. Don’t worry, it’s just a flying visit; your father and I are on our way to Barbados, and we were passing through so we came to say hello! Andrew, darling, please, put that thing away!”
Andy blushed deep red as he pulled his swimming trunks up and wrestled his still solid erection into the small space, and I rearranged myself into something marginally more decent. Mother grinned once more and turned on her heel, sauntering back into the house, while Andy and I stared at each other; what the hell…?
We followed her into the house, belting robes around ourselves, to find her chatting with daddy; he smiled and waved at us before going back to his conversation with mother, like he’d last seen us that morning, not eight months before at Christmas. He mixed mother a drink, offering me one, but I declined; martinis are not my thing, especially not before lunch…
Daddy sat down and beckoned me closer, patting the seat next to him.
“I hear you’re going with Andrew to Edinburgh next month?” he said, studying his drink. I didn’t know what to say, so I just nodded. Daddy grinned, his eyes far away.
“Went to a bloody incredible party at St. Andrews once; it went on for days!” He smiled. “Of course, we were all banned for life from ever setting foot there again, but it was worth it!”
Mother decided to join the conversation, her voice, as always, a languid drawl.
“I thought you were going to uni in London, Lindy; changed your mind, darling?”
This conversation was getting surreal. If I didn’t know better, I’d have sworn they were completely unconcerned about what Andy and I got up to, and were just trying to make polite conversation while they waited to have their next cocktail. I looked directly at her, and told her the truth.
“Andy and I would like to be together; he’s at Edinburgh, so I’m going with him!”
She looked right at me, eyes flat and disinterested, and without batting an eyelid, drawled “That’s nice dear; it’ll be fun for both of you…”
Daddy was nodding in agreement, lost in contemplation of his martini, so Andy indicated with his head we should leave. I put my hand on daddy’s arm, and he patted my hand distractedly.
“Have fun, you two!” he murmured, dismissing us from his world, so we slipped back outside, stared at each other, and burst out laughing; I always knew my parents didn’t live within even a loud shout of reality, but this took the serious biscuit. We decided against any hanky-panky while they were around, even though we’d just been given what amounted to carte-blanche. It seemed prudent not to push our luck, so we lounged on a pair of steamer chairs and talked about the weirdness of it all.
Eventually I needed a cold drink, after lying around in that hot sun, so I went indoors to get some cokes, and they were gone. I should have expected that, I suppose; playing ‘concerned parents’ wasn’t actually something my parents were ever any good at, but I was saddened they’d not even bothered to say ‘goodbye, see you next year’ or whatever before boogieing out the door and back to their own lives.
I sat down and thought about how little they must think of us, of me; any real parent would have hit the roof at finding their son and daughter on the brink of fucking in the swimming pool, but my parents had done… nothing, not even mentioned it; did they really think so little of me? That saddened me even more; the final understanding that they really didn’t give a shit for anyone or anything except their own selfish whims. I suppose that finally drove home just how fractured and dysfunctional our family was (although using the term ‘family’ to describe us was pushing it).
With that realisation came the understanding that I needn’t have a single second’s guilt over what we were doing; the parents obviously didn’t give two hoots, so why should I? But I did, though; sometimes a girl needs her mum, or her dad, someone to be there when it all goes wrong, to pick up the pieces and make it right, or to just be there, period. Andy had been doing that for me all my life, and Grandfather, but my parents had always been these dim, shadowy figures flitting in and out of my life with barely a passing glance at me, and having no real relevance in my life. Now I finally understood why Freddy was the way he was; no-one had ever bothered with him either, and he was just as lost, disconnected, and adrift as I was.
Andy came looking for me, and found me crying on the sofa; his arms around me made it hurt even more; it should have been daddy, but it never had been. Andy held me while I cried for my parents for the first time in my life, realisation of what had always been missing finally flooding through me. Poor Andy pulled me onto his lap and rocked me like a five year-old until the tears began to ease; I could tell he was as affected as I was, but in a different way; when I looked at him, his eyes were slitted, his forehead was furrowed, and his lips were two bloodless lines; he was furious, and eventually I began to make out what he was muttering.
“Callous, thoughtless, heartless pair of bastards, I swear to God I’m going to kill those wastrels… how dare they swan in here like they had a right and make you cry, they don’t deserve you Lindy, they never did, I’m so sorry baby, I wish I’d caught them, I’d soon make them understand how much they’ve hurt you, I’ll mop the floor with those two fuckers…!”
He pulled his robe off and mopped my eyes with it, the way he’d done when I was small, the memory making me grin through my tears.
“Don’t you worry, Lindy-baby, we’ll never do that to our children, I promise you! Our kids are going to live with us, where we go they’ll go, and none of this ‘boarding school’ cop-out; the parents shoved us in those places so they wouldn’t have to look after us, but we’re not doing that to our kids, understand?”
I was gratified beyond my ability to express it; it had always been a sort of background, tacit understanding that we’d have children, that we’d stay together and have our own family, but this was the first time he’d ever stated it so baldly, and I loved him even more for it.
“Do you mean that, Andy?” I whispered, “You want… you want a family, with me? Really?”
He turned me around so I was sitting astride him, hugging me to his chest. I listened to his voice rumbling in his chest as he answered me.
“Every word, Lindy, every single word! Mother and father are class A fuck-ups; they proved that today. I like to think I’m nothing like them. Our children will have everything we never had, and I don’t mean things; I mean care, and attention, and first call on our time. I want to take our children to the park, go on holiday together, with them as a family, teach them to swim and to ride their bicycles; I want to sit down to dinner together every night and teach them table manners; I want to read to them at night, or punish them for fighting, everything real parents do. We were brought up by strangers, because those two wasters only wanted to please themselves; look at poor Freddy, look at how messed-up he is. That will never happen to our kids, I swear!”
His words made me cry all over again, but happily this time, the new reality of who we were finally falling into place. I felt like a weight had fallen from my shoulders; for the first time in my life I felt truly, absolutely, completely free, unfettered by anybody else’s expectations of me. Now, all that mattered to me was that I made Andy happy; anything else was incidental; this was our life from now-on.
His lips on my neck as he nuzzled me made me want more, and his warm breath made goosebumps prickle up and down my arms and between my shoulder blades. I wanted to resume what we’d been doing in the pool before Chloe and Nigel showed up (and that’s how I thought of them now; ‘parents’ was not what they were, not any more, and perhaps never had been).
Andy seemed to be feeling the same way, his nuzzling kisses soon moving around my throat and up to my lips, where I kissed him back as enthusiastically as he was kissing me. He stood up, carrying me as easily as a baby, and took me up to our room, where his nimble fingers quickly undid the straps and ties of my bikini, stripping me naked even as I tugged his trunks off and fondled his thick, steely cock.
As he pushed me gently onto the bed, I captured his erect member and slid him into my mouth. Andy reciprocated by pulling me round to straddle his face, and began licking and lapping at my pussy, sending thrill after thrill through me. His tongue explored all my holes, lapping and stabbing at my clitoris, probing between my labia and making me gasp when he shoved his tongue deep inside me, and the thrilling sensation when his pointed tongue-tip explored and gently inserted itself into my tight bum hole made me see stars.
I was coming almost continuously as he licked, sucked and rimmed me, and I worked my lips and tongue over his straining cock again and again, but I knew what he wanted, and when he pulled me on top of him and slid his cock into me, I came almost immediately, orgasm after orgasm thundering through me as his cock hammered my pussy, and his fingers rammed and plundered my bum hole, opening me, loosening me, dampening and lubricating me with my own juices.