Continuing the elaborated version of a dream I had during lockdown.
We ate in silence, processing the news in our own, individual way.
Welcome back, as usual for those who don’t know me, I’m Charlotte, Charley for short.
I won’t go into the whole backstory, but to give you the basics, I used to be a 45yo male until I was accidentally changed into a 25yo woman by an experimental compound. I had a bad time adjusting, especially after being told it was permanent but now I’m good. Better still I have a boyfriend who I’m crazy about and who’s crazy about me. One drawback, he had applied to go into the Army (before he met me) and he’s just received his orders to go to basic training...
It must be bothering Andy quite a bit, he hasn’t said a word or looked at me at all in the last half hour. So here we are, sat together in bed, the bags our food came in discarded on the floor. Several blobs of burger sauce are currently decorating the top of my right breast and cleavage just above the sheet, something he normally would have dove in to lick off by now but he hasn’t even noticed. He didn’t even react when I slid the chips into my mouth in a suggestive way, so now I’m quietly contemplating what’s to come next and how our being apart is going to affect this fledgling relationship. Being away from him is going to be hard enough but the thought of what may happen when he’s eventually deployed troubles me greatly. Put simply, I don’t want to lose him, not at all.
I hear him sigh loudly and I take his hand in mine, slipping my slender fingers between his thick ones and rest my head on his shoulder, he in turn leans his on the top of my head, giving my hand a gentle squeeze and sighing again.
“Maybe I should quit...” he says, half to himself. “Just stay here with you.”
“and give up your dream?” I ask, solemnly. “I couldn’t ask you to do that.”
“I don’t want to lose you, not now.”
“You won’t.” I reassure him, confidently. “I’ll be waiting for you to come home.”
“You’re just starting out on your new life, wouldn’t you want to be free? To explore and do things with others?”
I get what he’s trying to say, he’s not being mean or trying to push me into ending things between us, he’s just giving me options. Options I have no interest in.
“No,” I say firmly. “anything I could do with them, I can wait to do with you.”
“For real?” he sounds surprised by my words, lifting his head to look down at me.
“For real.” I look up at him, conviction in my eyes. “I only want you, I love you.”
A smile spreads on his face. “what will you do in the meantime?”
“Use my toys and dream of leaping on you the second you get back.” I smile at him, my devotion showing in my stark expression.
“At least one person I love is happy about it.” He sighs again “Mom’s not going to like it.”
“Why not? Doesn’t she want you to follow your dreams?” I look at him quizzically.
“Not since dad died,” he says “it’s just been the two of us and I’m the only person she’ll even consider interacting with.”
“No other family?” (I have to admit, to my own detriment, I’d been too caught up in my own happiness to ask much about his family.)
“No, both sets of grandparents are dead and I have no Aunts or Uncles. She’s an only child, just like me.”
“Any friends?” I ask but he shakes his head.
“She’s withdrawn into herself, she won’t leave the house unless she has to.”
“Maybe we can change things, now I’m on the scene,” I look at him hopefully. “she and I could unite in our worry over you.”
He kisses my forehead, smiling, though there’s a hint of sorrow in it.
“That’s really sweet. I’ll ask if she wants to meet you, but I make no promises. She didn’t seem happy when I first told her about you.”
“That could change if she meets me, it never hurts to ask.” I tell him, leaning up for a proper kiss and breaking the tension in the room.
We kiss for a few minutes, his hand cupping my cheek to begin with before sliding down to squeeze and caress my ass, my own hand tracing circles on his chest and stomach. He breaks the kiss, smiling happily at me and his eyes finally spot the sauce on my breast.
“Burger sauce on boob!” he grins triumphantly before leaning down and greedily licking it up, his tongue sending tingles through me.
Finally clean, he looks at me with a mischievous grin.
“What would I do without you, Darl?” he says, knowing full well that ‘Darl’ irks me.
“Andy! You know I don’t like that word!” I playfully exclaim, fully aware of what he’s planning and playing along.
“Seriously though, Darl, you’re the best!” his grin growing more mischievous.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish.” I admonish him halfhartedly, though I’ve never won at what he’s got planned.
“Like finishing inside you, Darl?”
“Andy, don’t be an ass!” still playing along, plotting my first move.
“This ass is all yours, Darl.” He puts extra emphasis on ‘Darl’. That’s it! The game is on.
“That does it!” I announce, quickly diving in and tickling his armpit, unfortunately, leaving one of my most ticklish spots open to a counter attack. He quickly teases me with his fingertips, tickling me just next to my kidney and I squirm, squealing, onto my back, trying to protect myself but leaving my navel exposed. With unmatched speed, he goes straight for my extremely ticklish belly button and I’m done for, he’s bested me in two moves again!
I’m a squirming, squealing, giggling mess as he attacks all my most ticklish spots in turn and says ‘Darl’ to the tune of the Imperial March from Star Wars, repeating and tickling harder each time. In the end I have to admit defeat, begging him to stop. He eventually does, but only after making me beg two more times.
“Victory!” he cheers, giving me one final tickle on my sides, making me squeal loudly.
“OK, ok, you win... again!” I huff with false annoyance, in reality I love it when he does it.
“Don’t be a sore loser.” He teases. “it’s not my fault I’m better at it than you.”
“Only because I have twice as many ticklish spots AND they’re far more sensitive.” I pout.
“Ooh, you little moody moo!” He quickly tickles me again, making me yelp.
“So, what does the great winner want for his prize?”
“Hmmmm,” he feigns thoughtfulness, “seeing as you’ve been brave enough to ask to meet my mom, why don’t you decide?”
“Alright then...” I get out of bed, beckoning him with my finger. “there’s something I’ve been wanting to do...”
He leaps out of bed eagerly, giving my ass a good smack and laughing hard as I yell and jump, looking at him with mild annoyance.
“Sit!” I tell him sternly, turning the chair by my dresser around and pointing to it.
He does as he’s told, grinning as I kneel down in front of him, gently spread his knees and shuffle forwards into a better position between his legs.
“You’ve given me blowjobs before.” He chuckles, his cock already hardening and inching towards the ceiling.
“It’s not a blowjob.” I tell him with a smirk, reaching down and rubbing my pussy, getting myself nice and wet before gathering some of my juices and smearing it along his shaft. I take some more and spread it on the inside of my breasts.
“Interesting...” he remarks as I wrap my tits around him, manoeuvring slightly until it feels comfortable and starting to rub them up and down his slick cock.
“Fuck! Babe!” he leans back, groaning as I gather pace, rubbing faster and harder. “That feels amazing!”
I let out a little breathless giggle as I continue, feeling his throbbing manhood slide effortlessly through my cleavage, sending quivers of pleasure straight to my clit.
“I could get used to this!” he groans, his cock pulsing as I use my tits to stimulate him. “Ohhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuck!”
He looks down at me, reaching for my shoulders and helping me move faster on his manhood, grunting and groaning as his orgasm builds. He thrusts with his hips, adding extra friction.
“I’m close, babe!” he makes me move faster, grinning as I look at him with desire and fuck his shaft with my ample breasts. “Shit! I’m gonna... I’m gonna...”
With a long groan, he cums. The first thick rope of semen shooting out and splattering my face from my hair to my chin. The second hits me in the eye, making me yelp and allowing most of the third to fly into my mouth unexpectedly, making me choke a little. I hold my boobs around his shaft with one hand and try to clear the thick goo from my eye as he keeps cumming, splattering my face, hands and breasts with his thick seed. His hips buck, making it hard for me to hold on, another spurt goes straight up my nose! I let go, spluttering and trying to shield myself from the final four spurts that shoot at me randomly. By the time he’s finished, I’m half blind and completely drenched, semen dripping from my hair, nose and chin, falling onto my tits and running down my neck.
Regaining himself, Andy looks at me and chuckles.
“Need some help, babe?” he asks, suppressing a laugh.
“Tissues, please...” I hold my hand out to him, trying to clean my eye with the other. He hands me the box and I tug handfuls of the thin, white paper pieces, wiping my eye and nose clear of his seed. I look at him with one clear eye, one bloodshot and burst out laughing.
“Well, that was more than I expected!” I laugh, semen still running down my face and breasts.
“Sorry,” he begins “but I couldn’t help it. Your boobs felt incredible around me! Forgive me?”
“Are you kidding?” I chuckle. “I loved it! Besides, it’s supposed to be good for the skin.”
There’s a flash as Andy takes a photo of me with the digital camera we’ve been using to document our relationship (yes, including erotic and hardcore pics), he turns the camera around to show me the result.
“One for the ‘favourites’ album!” he remarks gleefully, turning it to study the image of my spunk drenched face and chest.
“I’d better get cleaned up.” I state, staggering to my feet and scraping as much of the sticky gloop from my face and breasts as possible, sucking it off my fingers before heading to the bathroom.
“Looks like you’ve made a good start already!” Andy glances after me, still examining the photo.
I fill the sink with warm water and use a flannel to wash the remainder from my face and chest, paying close attention to my eye. As I finally manage to blink without discomfort I gasp, feeling hands spreading my ass cheeks and a tongue probing my labia. He slips his tongue inside me and I grip the sink as Andy eats me out from behind, his nose nudging my anus. He probes deeper with his tongue, twirling it inside me and sucking on my lips. My pussy drips as my orgasm builds quickly, delving further he hungrily sucks my juices from me as I start to quiver, my gasps getting higher as my orgasm nears. With a teasing rub on my clit with his thumb, he sends me over the edge. I cry out in bliss as waves of pleasure wash over me, my pussy squirting my juices into his waiting mouth and he gulps them down. I barely hold on to the sink as my legs give way, only remaining upright due to Andy holding me in place. With a last long guttural groan I collapse onto the sink, panting heavily.
He gently lifts me, placing me into the large bath, turning on the water and adding some bubble bath. When it’s just above my nipples he turns the water off, climbing in next to me and pulling me close, kissing my temple as I lean into him and the warm water relaxes my body.
After a good long soak we return to the bed and spend a couple of hours just cuddling, with the odd kiss every now and again, enjoying each other’s company and closeness. We make love again before dressing for dinner, when we reach the dining room it’s virtually full and we are asked if we would mind sharing a table with two others, who turn out to be Sally and Josh, one of the other guards.
The pair seem awkward as we approach the table, Sally practically leaping up to give me a hug. She quickly (and unnecessarily) explains that they are not together, they’ve just been put on the same table, though I catch a hint of something in her voice that I can’t quite place. We make small talk whilst we eat, Sally and I making arrangements for our girl’s afternoon out tomorrow and Josh mainly questioning and teasing Andy over what it’s like dating the (and I quote) ‘hottest woman at the institute’. I also notice that the pair keep taking glances at each other when they’re not looking, peaking my curiosity, a plan starts to form in my mind.
Back in (I guess what is now) our room I turn to Andy as he closes the door, “Babe, did you...” I start to say, intending to talk to him about my suspicions and consequent plans. However, I notice the look on his face, that look, (you know the one I mean, the one where my panties are about to disappear into the distance) and I know that my plan is going to have to wait.
He crosses the floor to me in two wide steps, pulling me close with his arms around my waist and kissing me hard and deep. I respond with equal passion, our tongues dancing with each other. My dress soon drops to the floor as Andy expertly unzips it. His shirt goes next, I quickly unbutton it rather than tear it off, but it soon joins my dress on the carpet. My bra is gone before I can even undo his belt and I’ve barely got his trousers open as my panties slip down my legs. I kick them off along with my sandal heels, his hands stroking and caressing my peachy ass. He kisses me harder as he kicks off his trousers and boxers, scooping me up into his arms and carrying me to the bed where he lays me down gently before losing his shoes and socks, climbing onto the bed and moving determinedly towards me, his hard cock bouncing as he moves.
“I’ve... been... wanting... this... since... you... mentioned... Ann... Summers... to Sally.” He says between the kisses he plants on my neck and upper chest, his hand caressing and squeezing my tit, pinching my nipple.
“Eavesdropper...” I gasp as my body responds to his attention, my hand sliding down his chest and stomach to wrap around his throbbing manhood. “that was... supposed to be... a surprise.” His kisses and caresses making me moan and pant.
His kisses travel further down until he reaches my chest, licking, sucking and nibbling the firm flesh of my breasts as his hand strokes gently down to my waiting pussy, sliding along my lips in time with his licks. He slips his fingers inside me as he takes my nipple in his mouth, sucking in perfect unison with his thrusting digits, making me wail and squirm, my hand stroking his shaft sporadically as I can’t concentrate due to the merging sensations in my body. Driving me to the point that I’m clawing the sheets and writhing madly, he adds his thumb on my clit, pushing me over the precipice into a massive climax, I scream loudly and shake uncontrollably as my orgasm pulses through me. Still cumming I pull his face to mine, moaning into his mouth as I kiss him deeply and urge him to fuck me. He breaks the kiss, pulling his fingers from my soaking hole and licking them free of my juices.
“Fuck me,” I tell him breathlessly “fuck me right now!” pulling him in for another kiss and tugging his hips towards mine, confused when he resists. “Please!” I beg him.
“Not yet,” He grins at me, a twinkle in his eye. “You got to try something earlier so I get to now...”
He lies on his back, the top of his head near my crotch and motions for me to straddle his face.
“I want us to 69.” He states simply, squeezing my ass as I climb over his mouth and lean forward, his rock hard cock just below my face. He doesn’t wait for me to start, immediately licking my lips and pulling my pussy closer to his face. I groan, finally lowering my head to his manhood and licking along its length before taking the head in my mouth. I suck on it, licking the glans and moaning hard as he expertly eats me out, already adding a couple of fingers to the movements of his tongue and probing my g spot. I try to concentrate on sucking him off, bobbing my head and sending squeals and groans vibrating along his shaft, the pleasure building within me is very distracting. Sucking on my clit whilst his fingers rub my sensitive spot hard, he pushes me closer and closer to another climax, making me howl around his cock as I take it all the way in. I feel his other hand rubbing my ass cheek and moving closer to my puckered, virgin asshole, teasing it and driving me even wilder. Gently pushing the tip of his finger inside my ass, he sends me over the edge for a second time and I scream, his hardness muffling the sound as pure bliss washes over me again and again. Pulling my mouth from his cock, I lean my head back and close my eyes, I let out another scream of pleasure, squirting on his face as he drinks my sweet nectar.
Starting to come down, I fall forward, leaning on outstretched arms as I regain my breath. I open my eyes and look at the empty bed beneath me, wondering where he’s gone. He suddenly appears above me, leaning over my back and supporting himself on his right hand as his left guides his pulsing dick to my entrance. He slides all the way in in one smooth, quick thrust and takes my breath away again. Pushing my chest to the bed, he starts to fuck me hard from behind, pounding my sopping wet hole mercilessly and making the bed rock beneath us.
“Yes! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck meeeeeeeeeee!” I scream into the bedsheets as he quickens his pace, slamming my pussy with his thick cock and making me squirt juices onto his crotch. Grunting with effort and pleasure, he continues pumping me hard and fast as I drag my nails along the sheets, the sloppy sounds of our lovemaking echoing around the room with our groans, grunts and cries.
He leans up, gripping my hips and slamming into me even harder, pulling me back on his solid dick as he thrusts deeply. I can feel my third orgasm approaching fast, my whole body starts to shake and my pussy ripples around his shaft as our bodies slap together, his balls banging against my clit and driving me closer and closer to release.
“Yes! Give it to me! Use me! Fuck me!” I shout as his thick prick thunders into me, the head rubbing my sensitive g spot, making me hotter and wetter. My orgasm hits, and I buck wildly as it pulses through my body, my inner walls clenching hard on his shaft and pushing him to his own release.
“Cum in me!” I yell, my words shaky as my body jerks. “Fill me up! Give me that spunk! Fill me! Fill me! Fill meeeeeeeeee!”
With a final deep thrust he groans loudly and starts to fill my waiting hole to bursting with his seed, the feeling intensifies my own orgasm, prolonging it. He collapses on top of me, pushing my hips to the bed and prone boning me as he shoots the last of his sperm into my womb, my own body twitching and jerking with orgasmic aftershocks. Spent, he lies on me, gingerly kissing the back of my neck as I quiver.
Having mostly recovered, he climbs off me, slipping his softening prick from my well fucked, cum filled hole and lies on his front next to me, his face towards mine. I smile sweetly, still feeling a little dreamy.
“Hello!” I say softly in an overly girlish voice.
He chuckles, “Hello back, Gorgeous,” he says, turning onto his side and gently brushing a stray lock of hair from my face, stroking my cheek lovingly. “when we came in, you started to say something. What was it?”
I tell him about my observations at dinner, the glances, the tone in Sally’s voice, everything. He mulls it over in his mind before looking at me thoughtfully.
“You think they like each other, don’t you?” it’s more of a statement than a question.
“I think there’s definitely something there,” I reply, leaning my head on my hand. “if I talk to Sally, do you think you could find out from Josh?”
“I can try,” he looks at me seriously. “guys aren’t quite as open with their feelings to their friends as girls are, you know.”
“I know. You’ll find a way to get it out of him, I believe in you.”
He gets up off the bed, I look up at him, a curious look on my face.
“Where are you going?” I ask as he starts to get dressed, biting my lip as I watch him cover his hunky, muscular body and debating whether to stop him and beg him to fuck me again.
“No time like the present,” he replies, slipping on his trousers, going ‘commando’ to my delight. “He’ll be alone in our room (he and Andy are/were roommates in the guards quarters) and I need a clean uniform for tomorrow.” Dressed, he walks back to the bed and kisses me deeply. “Back soon. Stay sexy!”
I watch as he leaves, a flutter in my heart as he closes the door. Humming happily, I head to the bathroom and run a quick bath, slipping under the bubbles and letting the hot water work the post sex kinks from my muscles. I’m still soaking, entertaining myself by playing with the bubbles when Andy returns, calling out for me.
“In here, Hun!” I shout from the bath, smiling as he walks in with a huge grin on his face and his fresh uniform hanging from his hand on a clothes hanger. “So, what’s the verdict?” I ask.
“Let’s put it this way,” he begins, hanging his uniform on the towel rail and turning back to me, taking in my nude form under the water and few remaining bubbles. “I hope you’re right about Sally.”
“He likes her then?” I query, distracted by a line of bubbles along my arm.
“Like isn’t the word, he’s been trying to work up the guts to ask her out for months.”
“Really?” I look up at him, a little surprised that my instincts had proven true. “Looks like we’ll have to cook something up to get them together, as long as Sally feels the same.”
He joins me in the bath and we end up having a wild fuck, splashing water all over the floor, the thought of playing matchmaker making us both horny as hell (or it could be the fact that we haven’t touched each other in over 5 minutes, who knows). After drying off and cleaning up we head to bed, making love again, slowly this time, before falling asleep with him spooning me, his hand cupping my breast and his cock nestled happily in my ass crack. I run a few ideas through my head before drifting off.
The meeting in the morning is to put in my final requests for the house (I ask for a kick ass security system and sound proofing for the bedrooms) and to organise Leon’s funeral, as his ‘death’ has now been officially announced both in the local paper and on his social media.
I meet Sally at the entrance and we head to a local pub for a meal before underwear shopping at Ann Summers. I pick out a red silk set, comprising of a peek-a-boo bra with removable straps and crotchless panties, holding out a similar set in a dark navy blue (Josh’s favourite colour, thank you Andy for the info) to Sally and suggesting that they may come in useful for her. I skirt her obvious question and convince her to get the set before choosing a see-through negligée, tiny teddy nightie and other assorted sexy items that I know will drive Andy wild. I also finally brave getting my ears pierced, heading to a respectable jewellers to have it done properly, receiving a care guide and all the necessary equipment to keep them clean until they heal. As we sit in a cafe enjoying a large coffee, our many bags on one of the seats, I make my move to find out how she feels about Josh.
“So what’s with you and Josh then?” I ask bluntly, looking at her over the top of my steaming mug as I blow to cool the hot liquid.
“There’s nothing with us.” She responds, taken aback. “why would you think that?”
“C’mon Sal, I saw how you two kept sneaking looks at each other over dinner last night.”
“I was not!” she protests, putting her mug down a little too hard. “I admit, I may have looked once or twice but that’s all.”
“Every chance you got you mean,” I smirk “I saw you, missy.”
She goes to protest further but realises it’s futile.
“Ok, you got me,” she sighs “not that it matters.”
“How so?” I tilt my head a little, curious.
“He’s not interested,” she says sadly “no one ever is.”
“Isn’t he?” I say with a sly grin “you sure about that?”
“Charley...” she looks at me hopefully “Do you think you can find out? I’m too scared to ask him.”
I chuckle, putting down my mug and lacing my fingers. “I already know.”
“How? Did you ask him already?!”
“Let’s just say it helps to have a devoted boyfriend who just happened to need to get a fresh uniform from their room.”
“You sneak!” she exclaims, clasping her hands to her mouth. “so... did Andy ask him? what did he say?”
“Sal, think about it, why would I coerce you into buying sexy underwear in a specific colour? Or mention that BOTH of you were stealing glances?” I grin mischievously “he’s crazy about you.”
“Really?!”
“Yes, really.” I laugh a little “You guys would be great together, besides Andy and I are planning a double date at the weekend, if you’re up for it. That’ll give you a few days to choose an appropriate outfit, or an inappropriate one...”
“You’re that sure?”
“Yes,” I state clearly, laughing at little “believe me you’ve nothing to worry about.”
“Charley,” she starts, looking at me hopefully “will you help me choose something, please?”
“I’ll go one better, I’ll buy you an outfit. We want you to knock his socks off, don’t we?” I say with a mischievous grin...
So, we go dress shopping and I choose a gorgeous silk strapless dress for her that shows off her figure and, if seen at the right angle, gives anyone looking a good view down her chest, an essential part of my plan for her to seduce him. I treat us both to a pedicure and manicure, buy us both a large bottle of our favourite perfumes and book us in to have our hair done at a local stylists on Saturday. As we walk back to the institute, giggling girlishly and beaming with excitement, despite our many purchases weighing us down, we see Andy at the main gate and I quickly whisper to him that we’re on for Saturday (he later tells me that he had guessed from our jovial mood and the many bags in our hands from clothing and lingerie stores). I promise him a fashion show after dinner and he sends me on my way with a playful swat on my ass. Back in my room Sally puts on the underwear set and the dress, admiring herself in the full length mirror, twirling and giggling, then turning to me, a huge grin on her face.
“What do you think? Will it do?” she asks, beaming.
“Honestly Sal, if he doesn’t ravish you I’m going to turn lesbian and do it myself!” I tell her with a straight face (God, she looks fucking sexy and I mean FUCKING sexy! In fact, she’s actually making me a little wet). She giggles, blushing and looks back in the mirror, striking various sexy poses.
I take a small mirror, holding it at the same height as Josh’s face and showing her how to angle her body to give him an incredible view that will boil the blood of any man in seconds.
“B-but he’ll see my nipples...” she stammers, blushing hard and trying to cover her chest.
“That’s the point, silly...” I gently tap her hands away and re-angle the small mirror. “if that view doesn’t make him want to leap on you, nothing will... Except, maybe, you completely naked, but we can’t do that in the restaurant.”
We spend some time at the pool before changing for dinner and meeting Andy. Somehow (don’t look at me, it wasn’t my doing) we end up sat with Josh again. This time the glances between Sally and Josh aren’t secretive at all and they smile when their eyes meet.
As promised I give Andy a fashion show of my new acquisitions, his bulge growing more and more prominent with each outfit, the tiny teddy nightie has him literally drooling. (As you can probably guess) The red silk bra and panties set, combined with some stockings and suspenders sends him over the edge, he pins me against the wardrobe and kisses me hungrily, caressing and squeezing my ass and tits hard, wantonly. Kissing his way down my body and stopping to suck and nibble my nipples poking through my bra. He licks my navel (I never expected that to be a turn on) in tight circles before teasing the inside with the tip, making me melt. I stroke and grip his hair as he moves towards my pussy, kissing down to the opening in my panties.
“Andy... wait...” I try to get him to stop so I can remove them, wanting to keep them clean for Saturday but it’s too late, his tongue slips inside me and my juices soak into the fabric around the opening. I groan deeply as he tongue fucks me, sucking on my pussy lips as he stretches my hole and tickles my g spot. He lifts my left leg over his shoulder, allowing him to go deeper, my fingers gripping his hair tightly and pulling his head harder into my crotch.
“Oh fuck! Andy! Mmmmmmm! Yes! Right there! Right theeeeeeerrrrre!” I moan encouragingly, my body quivering as sparks of pleasure shoot through my body. His hands squeeze and knead my ass cheeks, pulling my pussy even harder on his face, my juices streaming over his lips and chin. The middle finger of his left hand inches slowly towards my anus as he continues playing with my cheeks. Sucking harder on my lips, his tongue wriggles on my sensitive spot and pushes me to the brink of ecstasy. His finger rubs around my puckered rear entrance, adding more fuel to my fire.
“Andy! I’m gonna... I’m... I’m... I’m cummiiiiiiiiiiiiing!” I cry out as my orgasm crashes over me, intensified by his finger slipping into my asshole. I grip his hair tightly, forcing his face harder into my pussy as I drenched him in juice, my body convulsing. “Andyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy!” I scream as he drinks my gushing nectar. I slump against the wardrobe as I come down, my body shaking with aftershocks. Andy licks me clean and lifts my leg off his shoulder before scooping me into his arms and putting me on the bed. He strips off and climbs on, moving towards me and positioning himself between my legs. He grabs a spare cushion and places it under my ass before gently spreading my legs and slowly sliding his thick, hard cock inside me to the hilt. Kissing me passionately, he starts to thrust, slowly at first but quickly gathering pace, fucking me with a hard, fast and steady rhythm and leaning back to watch my tits wobble in the confinement of my bra. Reaching down and undoing the clasp between the cups he sets my breasts free, watching intently as they now bounce free and unrestrained, I squirm and writhe beneath him as he takes me back to heaven, his thrusting hips slamming his hard shaft inside me like a piston. I reach to play with my nipples but he grabs my wrists and holds them apart so he can see my wildly bouncing tits. I pant and moan loudly as he pounds me, my breaths becoming ragged gasps as another orgasm approaches, the sound of my pleasure and the movement of my breasts spurring him on to fuck me harder, his own release near. I start to scream, his thrusting shaft too much for me to take, my orgasm bursting forth in an explosion of pure ecstasy, increased as he orgasms himself, filling me with his seed, thrusting deeply and unleashing his full load into my waiting hole. With a final thrust, he collapses on me, both of us panting hard and gasping for breath.
“I... love... that... underwear...” he pants before sliding out of me and pulling me close for a cuddle.
Over the next few days we prepare for the date, each of us doing our best to work up our respective parties excitement. By Saturday Sally is wishing the hours away til our night out, chatting excitedly as the stylists work on our hair, practically skipping as we walk back to the institute and arriving at mine and Andy’s room nearly 10 minutes early looking like a million pounds, the dress hugging her figure, her high heels accentuating her legs and ass, the bra and slightly loose top showing off her ample chest and cleavage (If Josh doesn’t make a move on her tonight he’s mad. Hell, I’m tempted to myself and I wouldn’t blame Andy if he did!).
Thankfully Andy and I are just putting the finishing touches to our outfits (though I did have to lock myself in the bathroom to put my dress on as I could see he was barely keeping control after seeing me in the freshly laundered red silk set again and we didn’t have time for any naughty business). We meet Josh at the entrance, his jaw literally dropping when he sees Sally. Regaining his senses he offers his arm to her which she gladly takes and we walk outside looking like the belles of the ball hanging off the arms of our respective tuxedo clad man until we climb into the limo (the boys being perfect Gentlemen) and it whisks us away to the most exclusive restaurant in the city.
(Well, dear reader, you re-join us near the end of the date, I really don’t want to bore you with insignificant details, suffice to say, it is going extremely well to say the least).
Every time Sally leans forward to talk to me, Josh’s eyes are immediately drawn to her chest and his face flushes with desire, though the same happens every time they speak to each other which, to be honest, has been a lot. In fact, Andy and I may as well have not been there as they’ve been mostly talking between themselves and asking questions about the each other. We don’t mind though, as it’s a good sign our plan is working.
Just after we order our desserts Sally gets up, saying she needs to use the little girls room and asking me if I’d like to join her. It’s obvious that she needs to speak to me so I follow her, both of us getting some very admiring looks as we pass by the other patrons. We enter the ladies room and Sally leans back against the expensive sinks, looking at me with a hint of apprehension.
“I have a problem...” she begins, blushing. “I have an itch... down there.”
“An itch?” I look at her quizzically “Time of the month?”
“No, a different kind of itch...”
“An infection?”
She shakes her head, biting her lip.
“An itch only Josh can scratch...” she says, hintingly.
“Ohhhhhhh!” it finally clicks, I chuckle slightly. “So let him scratch it then.”
“I want to but...” she looks at the floor. “I don’t want him to think I’m some sort of a slut.” Looking back up at me “I want it to be the start of... us... as a couple... You know?”
“Do you want me to do a little probing? See if he’s going to ask you out?”
“Could you... please?” she looks at me with pleading eyes “I’m not brave enough to bring it up.”
“Leave it with me,” I tell her reassuringly “I’ve got your back.”
“Thanks Charley, I really appreciate all you’ve done for me.” She hugs me, I can feel how nervous she is.
“What are best friends for?” I say, gently rubbing her arm. “C’mon, let’s get it sorted.”
We head back to the table and I whisper to Andy that I need a minute alone with Josh.
“I’ll get us some fresh drinks...” he says getting up and turning to Sally. “Care to give me a hand, Sal?”
She nods and they head to the bar, I sit and watch as Josh stares at her retreating form, completely engrossed.
“She’s something special, isn’t she?” I ask, breaking his revelry and making him jump.
“She sure is...” he begins, his cheeks turning bright red at being caught gawping at her. “Charley... I...” he looks down at the table, sighing.
“What’s wrong?”
“I’m not sure it’s something I should talk to a woman about...” he says “I don’t want you to think negatively about me for it.”
“You do remember what I used to be, right? I understand the male side of things. You can tell me.”
He takes a deep breath, looking at me nervously.
“OK, I’ll tell you,” he says after a pause “the thing is... I want her, not just sexually, I want her completely, to be her boyfriend. The more I get to know her, the more I see... I just don’t want her to think I see her as a piece of meat, another notch on the bedpost... I want to be with her, like you and Andy are.”
I nod, showing my understanding and chuckling a little internally at how easy this problem is to solve.
“Just tell me one thing,” I look at him sternly “if anything happens between you and her tonight, it’s definitely the beginning of a proper relationship. That there’ll be no ditching her in the morning.”
“Charley, I’d marry her tomorrow if I could.”
“Good enough for me.” I tell him with a warm, friendly smile. “Go for it.”
“Really?” he looks surprised and a little apprehensive. “You think she’ll agree?”
“Really. Don’t tell her I told you this, but she wants the same as you, and to be your girlfriend. She’s just worried you’ll think she’s easy if she sleeps with you tonight.”
“Not a bit! I know she’s not like that.”
“So do it, ask her out.”
“I will.” He responds with a grin and a wink. “Wish me luck.”
“You won’t need it.” I reply with a knowing smile.
As Andy and Sally approach the table, Josh gets up and speaks to her, gently taking her arm and leading her to a quiet spot in the restaurant, just out of view. Andy puts the tray of drinks on the table before sitting down and giving me a quick kiss.
“What’s that all about?” he asks me, nodding in the direction the others have taken.
“Wait and see.” I reply, a sly smile on my face.
A few minutes later, Sally and Josh return to the table, Josh wiping lipstick marks from his mouth and cheeks with a tissue as Sally grabs my hand and apologises to Andy as she needs me for ‘girl talk’. She literally drags me to the ladies room, turning and hugging me as soon as we’re through the door.
“He asked me out!” she says, beaming from ear to ear “Oh thank you! Thank you! Thank you!”
“Hey, no problem. “ I tell her as she squeezes the life out of me with her hug.
“He’s invited me back to his room,” she says, finally letting go and letting me breathe “should I go?”
“You’re horny aren’t you? He is now your boyfriend, isn’t he? go get yourself laid, girl.”
“You’re right, I want him, I’m having him!” she pauses, a little unsure. “He won’t think I’m a slut will he?”
“I have it on the best authority that that is the last thing he would ever think of you, he just wants to be with you the way Andy is with me.”
Sally looks at me with a wide grin and we return to the boys, Sally giving Josh a passionate kiss and rubbing his crotch as she sits. Their behaviour changes completely, gone are the two shy people who like each other but don’t dare to make a move, now they act like a true couple, taking every chance to kiss and caress each other, even feeding each other dessert.
As we part ways back at the institute, Sally gives us a hug and a little wave before hanging on to Josh’s arm as they head to his room.
“She’s going to eat him alive.” I joke, smiling at the obvious excitement in Sally’s movements and the way she kisses his cheek as they walk.
“To think that was us, just a few weeks ago,” Andy remarks, slipping his arms around my waist and kissing me deeply. “We’re like an old couple now.” He quips and I give him a playful slap on the chest.
“If we’re still as close and fucking like we do when we’re old and grey, I’ll be more than happy.” I tell him as we turn and he starts to lead me back to our room.
“It’s a promise,” he says, smiling cheekily “I want to die with you riding my cock like there’s no tomorrow.”
“That can be arranged...” I reply, a mischievous smile on my face.
Once in the room, we realise how late it is and have a quickie before bed as Andy has to be up stupidly early for his shift (we both orgasm though, so I don’t mind) and cuddle up, drifting to sleep.
I stir, lifting my sleepy head and yawning as Andy dresses for work. He sees me awake and walks over to the bed, kissing me deeply.
“What are you doing up?” he jokes, stroking my cheek lovingly. “it’s only 5.30.”
“It’s not as comfortable in here without you,” I pat the bed, pouting. “Can’t you come back in? Even for 5 minutes...?”
“Don’t tempt me,” he replies with a grin, kissing the top of my head. “I’ve got to go or I’ll be late.”
“Have fu-un.” I singsong sarcastically, a little ill tempered as he heads to the door.
“Hey,” he turns back and points at me cheekily “Stay Sexy.”
I smile back at him, watching as he leaves. As soon as he closes the door I let out a long, tired groan and fall back onto the pillow, drifting back to sleep.
I meet Sally for breakfast, returning the Inquisition she gave me after the night Andy and I got together. Unlike her, I get all the details and I mean ALL. She tells me every position they used, how many orgasms (each), even his size and the fact that she allowed him to cum inside her completely unprotected, leading to her making an early trip to the labs to get a morning after pill. As you can imagine, the rumours about her and Josh didn’t take long to start and spread like wildfire, taking the onus off Andy and I, though one rumour did have us involved in a foursome in the institute’s pool after dark, which was quickly dispelled by the guard who was on duty the night it allegedly happened.
On his next morning off, Andy goes to see his mother and it doesn’t go well, she slams the door in his face as soon as he tells her his leaving date, giving him no opportunity to ask about meeting me. He writes her a letter and sends it the next day, receiving a response two days later. To say her letter was vile would be well wide of the mark. It was so vile, in fact, he was reluctant to show it to me, worried I wouldn’t be able to take his mother’s words. He was almost right.
To Summarise her long and ranting tirade, I was just an evil little bitch who only wanted to steal her precious baby boy from her, there was no point in meeting me as he would probably be killed in action, so we would then have nothing in common and if I couldn’t keep him here, safe, anything that happened would be my fault. She added a strange part at the end saying that it was a waste of time getting me pregnant, as far as she was concerned the child would be mine and not his. Neither of us could figure out where that came from as Andy had made no mention of having children in his letter.
We drew a line under it and decided to make the most of our remaining time before he had to leave, spending every possible second together. We went on dates, one of which was to the cinema to see the latest rom com, something Andy wasn’t a fan of but I gave him a blowjob in the back row in return for putting up with it.
In fact, the only time we spent apart, besides when he was working (though they made an exception on a few occasions), was when I had my period during the second week, and before you go slating him for not being able to put up with it, the problem wasn’t him. Andy was extremely understanding, getting me painkillers and hot water bottles to help my cramps and cuddling me or giving me space when I needed him to. The issue was me, no matter how hard I tried I couldn’t get comfortable at night, tossing and turning the whole time and keeping us both awake. It was OK for me, I didn’t really have much to do during the day so I could nap when I needed to but Andy, my poor Andy, had to work, pro plus and coffee can only help for so long. By the fourth night (it had started shortly after my cramps did), two days after I came on, he looked like a zombie and it was effecting his work, so I told him to sleep back in his old room until I was clear of it. He did so very reluctantly but understood why (Don’t worry, we more than made up for it afterwards).
The company held a leaving party for him in the dinning room on the evening before his last full day, partly so he had time to recover but also so he and I could spend our last 24 hours together alone. It was at the party that I finally decided what I was going to give him as a leaving present, besides the album of erotic and nude photos of me, that I had asked Sally to take and I secretly printed in the lab one quiet evening. I was going to let him fuck my ass, something I knew that Sally had already let Josh do, so I asked her for advice.
Surprisingly, Andy didn’t want to spend our last day together doing what I expected him to, which was basically fucking in bed. He wanted us to revisit the places where we had spent our most memorable dates, creating new memories of them for us to think about whilst we were apart.
“We’ve got all evening and night for that kind of fun,” he had said that morning with a smirk “besides, it’ll make the memory of it all the sweeter.”
So that’s what we did, heading to our favourite cafe, the cinema to watch the latest Marvel movie, where I gave him a handjob whilst he fingered me, out to some famous local hills where we were nearly caught fucking in the middle of a ring of bushes by someone walking their dog (if they had looked to see what was intriguing their pet so much rather than pulling it away by the lead the game would have been over). The only time we headed back to the institute before the evening was to get dressed up for a swanky dinner, him in his Tuxedo , me in the dress I had worn to Bridge’s party.
Finally back in our room we spend the next three hours making love, passionately and rough, aswell as slow and lovingly. We do it all over the room, in bed, in the shower and the bath, me bent over my dresser, stood against the wall, even leaning on the window, I could go on but I’ll spare your blushes.
It was after a particularly rigorous session in bed, as we recovered cuddling close, that Andy finally asks me about a new addition I’ve made today.
“So what’s with the butt plug?” he starts with a curious look “I mean, I get that it increases our pleasure but...”
I giggle mischievously, having taken the opportunity before this last session to slip into the bathroom, removing the plug I had had in most of the day and cleaning myself out with a douche before putting in a fresh one with a wider stem.
“I want to give you something really special to remember me by.” I tell him, stroking his chest as I gaze at him.
“More special than that photo album?” he grins widely “I’m going to have to find a good place to stash that in the barracks to stop the others seeing it.”
“You know how I lost my virginity...” I start, Andy immediately puts his finger to my mouth, stopping me, afraid that talking about my being raped might spark a memory in me.
“Don’t talk about that,” he says quietly “I don’t want you to traumatise yourself again bringing it up.”
I place my hand on his chest, reassuring him that I’m OK and continuing when he moves his finger.
“The one thing, thankfully, that he didn’t do was to take my other virginity...” I look at him with loving, confident eyes “I want you to take it from me...”
“Charley, what are you saying?”
I scoot up so our faces are level, taking his cheek in my hand and looking at him with sincerity.
“I want to give you my anal virginity. I want you to fuck me in my ass.”
“You do?” he’s taken aback, a little disbelieving.
“I do,” I tell him truthfully “I want to give you everything, my whole body is yours.”
He kisses me passionately, caressing my body hungrily “When do you...” he starts to ask.
“Right now,” I state confidently “that’s what the plug is for, to prepare me.”
He makes me promise that if it gets too painful that I’ll tell him to stop as he doesn’t want to hurt me, I agree even though I’m determined to do this. I get on all fours, facing the mirror for some reason and he gets behind me, examining the plug.
“So, how do I do this?” he asks, gripping the plug, preparing to pull it. “Will it hurt if I pull it out.”
“You pull, I’ll push. Just do it steadily, I’ll guide you.”
“Ok, ready?” I nod in response and he gingerly starts to pull as I push it out. It comes out quite easily, leaving my asshole slightly open. I tell him that there’s some lube in the bedside drawer and he retrieves it as I lean on my chest, reaching back and spreading my ass cheeks, keeping my tight hole open. He lubes his middle finger, sliding it in and gently stretching it, adding a second when I tell him and eventually a third, opening me nice and wide.
When I feel ready, I tell him to get his cock good and slick, then to put it in slowly. I feel him get behind me, pressing his cockhead to my opening, my heart hammering in my chest as the nervousness rises. I spread my cheeks wider, breathing steadily and deeply.
“I’m ready,” I tell him “do it.”
He starts to push forward, a little too gently making his first two attempts fail.
“You’ll have to go a bit harder.” I say.
“Are you sure?” I can hear the nervousness in his voice.
“Yes, it won’t go in otherwise.”
I breathe deeply as he tries again, pushing harder this time and I push with my ass muscles as Sally said it makes it easier. I wince as I feel his cockhead force my hole wider, working it’s way inside centimetre by centimetre. I grimace, feeling a little pain as it stretches me wider, I let out an anguished cry, making him stop.
“Keep going,” I tell him “I can take it.”
I see him nod in the mirror and feel him push a little harder, the widest part of the head almost in. I let go of my ass cheeks, moving my hands back by my head and clawing the bedsheet. With a pop the head slides in, the sudden loss of resistance making the first inch of his shaft follow it and I let out a loud gasp, gripping the sheet so tight that my knuckles turn white at the intrusion.
“You ok?” he asks, concern etched on his face in the mirror as he sees a tear run down my cheek “We can stop if you want.”
I shake my head “I just need a minute to adjust.” I tell him, letting out a long breath.
After a minute or two I nod at him and he starts to slowly inch his throbbing manhood further inside me, the strange feeling of my bowels being filled causing a lump in my throat, there’s still a little pain but it’s greatly diminished from what it was before. I pant, long and hard as his shaft slides deeper into my bowels. With a victorious grunt, his crotch touches my ass cheeks and he holds still, giving me time to get used to it.
“Okay,” I tell him a little breathlessly “you can start, babe.”
He starts to fuck me slowly, watching every expression on my face in the mirror to assess how I’m coping, gradually reaching a slow, steady rhythm. The pain fades as I grow used to the sensation and an eerie pleasurable feeling spreads from my asshole to my pussy and, finally, over my body. My squeals turn to moans, the pace steadily pushing me closer to orgasm.
“Fuck, your ass is so tight, babe.” He breathes, leaning down to kiss my shoulders. “can I go a little quicker?”
“Mmmmm please!” I gasp, clawing the sheet, this time in bliss.
He leans back and adds some more lube, starting to gradually thrust harder and faster. He doesn’t go mad but sets a fairly quick pace, his balls smacking against my pussy and adding to my pleasure. I groan long and gutturally, a twinge of pain every now and again, my orgasm building much faster now and I start to lose my mind a little.
“Fuck me! Take my ass! Own me! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! Ohhhhhhhhh fuuuuuuck!” I look back at him, pure lust in my eyes.
“Do it babe,” I growl “take me hard!” Pushing back to meet his thrusts.
He grabs my hips and pumps my ass hard, my screams and squeals spurring him on. My asshole starts to twitch around his cock, my release barrelling towards me.
“Yes! Yes! YES!” I squeal with each hard thrust, my pussy quivering as his balls smack it harder. I throw my head back and he takes the opportunity to grab my hair, using it for leverage as he fucks my tight hole mercilessly, adding more lube at regular intervals. He pistons his hard cock into me, any fear of pain gone as I tell him to fuck me harder and harder. I reach down and rubbing my clit as his shaft rams into my ass and his balls slap my pussy. Letting out a loud, deep groan that turns into a scream as I orgasm, my ass clenches around his shaft, forcing him to his own release. A slight nauseous feeling is quickly overcome by ecstasy as he fills my bowels with his thick semen, thrusting hard inside me and grunting in triumph.
Spent, he slowly pulls out of me and collapses onto the bed, breathing hard. I feel his spunk start to leak from my gaping asshole, a slightly painful but pleasurable throb emanating from it.
I crawl over to him, lying next to him and stroking his cheek as we recover.
“Fuck, Charlotte, “ he pants, finally able to speak “that was incredible! Thank you.”
I lean in and kiss him passionately.
“You are definitely doing that to me again before you leave.” I tell him between pants.
“You enjoyed it that much?” he grins triumphantly.
“Hell yeah! I’ve never felt anything like it.”
We kiss and caress each other for a while until we’ve recovered before heading to the shower. The original intent was just to clean up before sleeping but I can’t help letting him fuck my ass again under the warm water. Once clean and dried, we head to bed, cuddling face to face, kissing until exhaustion overtakes us and we drift off.
In the morning I wake him with a blowjob, sucking him until he explodes in my throat then letting him lick me to two orgasms. We have a hard, passionate fuck in bed, ending only after he’s filled my pussy with two loads and I’ve orgasmed 6 times. He takes my ass again in the shower, my squeals of pleasure echoing around the walls as he pumps my ass full of his seed and makes me claw the tiles as a final orgasm pulses through me.
Though both of us want more, we have no time, we get dressed and head to our last breakfast together for just over for three months. After, we head to the train station, Sally and Josh joining us to give moral support. I hold on to him tightly as we wait for his train to arrive, his hand gently stroking my back as I fight to hold back my tears. His train pulls up to the platform and I give him one final long, loving kiss as my eyes start to well up. The train doors open and he grins at me, mischievously before sticking his face into my cleavage and ‘motorboating’ me (for those of you that don’t know it’s when someone puts their face between a woman's breasts, and rocks their head rapidly from side to side while making a noise like a motorboat) making me giggle like a schoolgirl and giving me a brief reprieve from my sorrow.
As he grabs his suitcase and turns to enter the train I quickly swat his ass, making him turn back.
“See you soon, Big Boy.” I say, my voice quivering.
“Stay Sexy.” he replies with a smirk before stepping on and taking his seat. We wave and blow kisses to each other as the train pulls off and gathers speed, it disappears around a corner in the track and the dam inside me finally breaks. Sally wraps her arms around me in a hug and I sob uncontrollably into her shoulder.