by A. J. Milton
We went and curled up together on the big couch in the living room. It felt so comforting to have his arms around me holding me tight and keeping me safe.
“You can take me to bed if you want,” I said.
“Little darling, I always want to take you to bed. But somehow I don’t think you are actually in the mood right now.” He was right of course, so we stayed cuddled together, and because I was emotionally exhausted, I dozed off to sleep for a while. I awoke a little while later, still sprawled across Alex’s lap.
I squeezed his hand and whispered, “Thank you.” He stroked my hair and held me tight. He didn’t make any useless platitudes, or tell me that everything would be all right. But I just soaked up his quiet strength until I felt a bit better. I’m not normally into self-pity so I shoved my negativity to the back of my mind and gave him a weak smile and a kiss.
We got up and made some more coffee and sat in the kitchen talking. He told me he had listened to all the music I had given him, and he very much liked some tracks he had never heard before. So, we talked about bands and music, and I started to feel much brighter. I stayed until after lunch and then it was time to go back to Southampton. As we hugged and kissed goodbye he pressed something into my hand.
“Front door keys,” he said. “So, that you can always escape here if you need to. Like it’s your second or third home,” he smiled.
“It’s my best home if you’re in it,” I said. OMG, he’s given me his keys, almost like moving in with him! I gave him a genuinely big smile and kissed him hard again. “See you next weekend!”
Back at the student house, the girls gave me a mixture of ‘poor Sophie’ and ‘I told you so’. But once I had explained my parent’s reactions they mostly let me alone. For all of us, the next two or three weeks were going to be busy at Uni as it was revision time and second-semester exams before the summer break.
I had switched my phone off but when I checked it I had four missed calls from my sister and a text message asking me to call her. I guessed the news was spreading! Big Sis was a bit bossy and took after my Dad in character. So, I wasn’t in the mood to hear her opinions. To keep her quiet I texted back “I need to focus on exams right now, not dramas. Talk another time. S xx”. And then I deleted her message. She could wait till another day.
I threw myself into my studies and that distracted my thoughts from family matters. I also went to the Gym every day and found that blasting my body helped clear my mind as well as improving my sleep. Some guy in the gym with massive biceps tried to chat me up, but I told him I was taken. My hot and sweaty body is reserved for just one man. I texted or called my Man every day anyway.
*****
Friday again! This time I didn’t get to Alex’s house until mid-evening. I let myself in (how cool!). He grinned delightedly when I jumped onto his lap interrupting his quiet reading.
“Have you eaten?” he said, once I released his mouth from my own.
“Not yet,” I replied. We went to the kitchen and just had microwave ready meals and a beer each. Then we went straight to bed and spent most of the evening making out, making love, and just talking.
~ Alex ~
Sophie had left her bike at my house after we came back from Dartmoor, so we went cycling in the morning. It’s a lovely quiet area with hardly any cars on the tiny back roads. Getting out in the fresh air seemed to perk her up, and her smile and chatty self were back again. I avoided the subject of her parents because I knew she was busy and stressed with exams and she didn’t need any extra hassle right now. We probably did need to talk it over some time, but that could wait until after her exams were finished. Right now, I decided that my ‘job’ was just to look after my adorable little darling and help her relax and de-stress when she wasn’t studying. And she teased me mercilessly when she beat me to the top of one of the steepest hills. Humph, my excuse is that she is so much lighter than me!
After a twenty-mile circuit, we arrived back home for a quick shower and a snack lunch. I needed to do some chores in the garden like cutting the lawn, so I left Sophie with her laptop and her Kindle, deciding whether to chill out with a book or do a bit more revision. I also had to stock up on some groceries, so I asked Sophie what she wanted to eat tonight. To my delight and surprise, she volunteered to cook for us this evening and suggested what she needed. I had most of it in the larder but I added a few things to my shopping list.
*****
Sophie was still engrossed in her book when I returned from the shops, so I quietly carried on with a few other household duties. Over the past few weeks, work had been quite busy and I had been more than slightly distracted by a certain sylph-like petite blonde that I couldn’t get out of my head. Things don’t manage to wash and clean themselves, and although I treat myself to a laundry service quite often, there is always something to do in the house. So, having caught up on a few jobs, it was now early evening, and I opened a bottle of wine and took her a glass.
We sat on the patio for a while enjoying the evening. As it was close to mid-summer it stayed light until late, but the sky was starting to show the orange and red of the sunset to come. Then Sophie told me that it was time to demonstrate why she should never be allowed alone in a kitchen. I laughed and followed her back into the house.
Little Madam Sophie politely ‘requested’ me to chop up an onion and some garlic while she prepared pans on the cooker. She announced that tonight’s meal was going to be ‘Fusilli d’apres Sophie’, otherwise known as cheap and cheerful pasta with Bolognese type sauce, student style. I put some music on, poured another glass of red wine and sat on a stool watching her at work. When she realised I was watching her, she grinned and gave me a graceful pirouette, before sticking her tongue out at me. Despite her protestations, she was very good and whipped up a simple sauce that smelled great in no time at all. I drained the pasta and she served the meal with a flourish.
It tasted remarkably good. “Really nice, you have hidden talents,” I observed.
“Thank you, kind sir,” she smiled. “I don’t mind cooking if it’s quick and simple, but I hate spending hours preparing things.”
After dinner, we curled up in our favourite way on the big couch and watched back to back episodes of a cult sci-fi TV series until it was gone midnight.
Once in bed, I revelled in touching her lovely body. We had been together now for many weeks, but I still couldn’t get over just how beautiful she was to me, and how I loved touching and caressing every inch of her body. I had been in love before and felt these amazing feelings before, but with her, the intensity that she provoked in me was one level stronger and deeper than anything I can recall previously. Sometimes it was hard not get over-emotional when I was so intimately close to her.
I slipped between her lissom legs and started kissing that perfect pussy. She ran her fingers through my hair. When she was wet, I eased two fingers inside her and started gently finger fucking her. She squirmed her hips and pressed against my tongue as I moved it slowly up towards her clit. She moaned as soon as I kissed and sucked that tiny little button of pleasure. I kept licking her for a while and then I grabbed my aching cock and pushed it inside her pussy. I sank all the way in and then paused and held still.
“You bad man,” she said. “You keep me hanging on the edge!” I shut her up with an intense and passionate kiss. She was moaning and writhing her body against me and gripping me tight. I broke off the kiss and then pulled out of her. I buried my face in her pussy again and held her tight with both my hands around her buttocks and I nibbled, kissed, and tongued her clit until she exploded into her orgasm. It felt like a pretty big one so I waited until her shuddering subsided, then I flipped her over and buried my cock into her very wet pussy from behind.
“Oh fuck,” she said and pushed back against my thrusts to take me deep. “You bastard, I’m coming again already,” she panted. I pressed one finger into her cute little butthole and felt her whole body shaking again. She collapsed flat onto the bed breath
ing heavily. I eased my cock out of her again and lay down next to her.
After a couple of minutes, she snuggled up next to me. “You’re terrible the way you make me lose control sometimes,” she sighed. “But don’t ever stop.”
“I just love you so much. Sometimes I get carried away with your beautiful body,” I admitted.
She stroked my chest and then ran her hand down to my cock. “OMG, it’s still hard… didn’t you come?”
“Not yet,” I replied. “But maybe if you are ready for round two in a little while?”
“We’ll see about that,” she laughed, “but I’m never going to make it as far as round three with orgasms like that!”
“Yeah, the youth of today have no stamina,” I teased.
She bit my shoulder and said, “Don’t push your luck, old man!” She straddled me and guided my cock back inside her. I groaned at the silky wet feeling of her. She rode me until I was close to coming, and then slipped off and popped it into her mouth. It was so hot and her tongue was teasing the head of my cock. She gently caressed my balls with her hand and I felt myself starting to lose control. Then taking me quite by surprise she stuck a finger straight into my butt. I jerked and gasped and my cum shot into her mouth, wave after wave until I was empty. It was intense.
She swallowed half of it and then dribbled the remainder in a sticky line all the way up my chest. Then she nibbled my ear and whispered. “Don’t mess with your Little Madam, big boy!”
We both creased up in a fit of giggles and laughter.
~ Sophie ~
We woke up late in the morning, as it had been well into the early hours when we finally went to sleep. Alex got up to make some coffee, and I lay in bed thinking about last night. I know I swore at him, but I did especially love it when he took control and just made my body dance with pleasure. And yet sometimes we were gently loving and other times we were playful, and he was quite happy to let me take over when I needed to. I realised that our lovemaking had many facets in the same way that the rest of our relationship was rich and full.
The sound of the doorbell interrupted my reflections. It’s Sunday morning for goodness sake. And then I realised it was nearly ten o’clock. I heard Alex open the door and the sound of voices. I heard them go into the kitchen, and then my heart dropped and I tensed in shock. I could now recognise my father’s raised voice as he shouted at Alex.
My animal urge to stand with my mate against this aggressor overtook my wish to run and hide, so I grabbed my long t-shirt which doubled as a nightgown, and leapt out of bed. As I neared the kitchen I could hear my dad ranting at Alex, calling him a middle-aged Casanova, and asking him how he could live with himself after what he had done. Alex was trying to be calmly conciliatory but was unable to get a word in between my father’s raging monologue.
I stood in the doorway for a moment until they noticed me. My father looked shocked to see me barefoot, wearing nothing but a t-shirt and with seriously messed up ‘just got out of bed’ hair. My dad fell silent for a moment, and Alex tried again to calm him down, but to no avail.
“You can’t justify this!” he shouted, and then he turned to me and said, “This has to stop Sophie, this is totally wrong.” Although I was shaking I walked over to Alex and took his hand, as if to confirm where the battle lines were drawn.
He launched back into another tirade at Alex, until my inner lioness finally snapped. I stepped forward to defend my mate and snarled at my dad to shut up. I think he could see the feline fury in my eyes and he backed up. Although I partly regretted it afterwards, I launched into a devastating counter attack. I told him the same as my mum, that Alex had been a gentleman, and that I came on to him first.
And then I twisted the knife brutally and said, “I’m not your baby girl anymore. I lost my virginity years ago. But you wouldn’t even know that, would you? Alex isn’t exactly my first lover and I may be young but I’m not totally inexperienced or naïve. And I’m truly certain that I truly love Alex.”
I piled on the pressure with, “And I’m right in the middle of my second-year exams. I don’t need this macho bullshit right now unless you want to ruin my degree as well”. By now he was stunned and silent, looking at the floor. And because I felt slightly guilty, I tried a small gesture of reconciliation, “Please Dad, I love you and mum, but you have to let me live my own life now.”
My dad looked at me and said, “I don’t know you anymore do I?” But I knew he was stubborn and this wasn’t over yet. He confirmed it by saying, “If you are so grown up, you will have to live with your decisions and don’t expect my support.” And he looked at Alex and said, “You’re not family to us anymore.” Then he walked out of the kitchen and out of the house, leaving the door open. I heard his car start and drive away.
Alex shut the door and then came back to hold me tight.
“That went really well, didn’t it?” I sighed. I was a mix of too fired up and too numb inside to cry, but I knew I would have a bit of a weep sometime later. Alex squeezed me tight but said nothing. Then he led me to the kitchen table and sat me down while he poured coffee and put croissants on the table.
*****
I stayed all day with Alex. After breakfast, we played very loud rock music which I found strangely calming. Then we watched some more of that sci-fi TV series. In the afternoon, I led him back to the bedroom and he made love to me very softly and tenderly. Once my orgasm had unwound my remaining tension, I started to cry quietly. He held me tight until my emotional exhaustion sent me off to sleep.
I woke up when he put a fresh cup of fruit tea by the bed, and I could smell something nice wafting through from the kitchen.
“Thanks, my lovely man, I’ll be with you in a few minutes,” I said. I had a quick shower and felt much better. The delicious smell was prawns in an oriental soy sauce and stir fried vegetables. I demolished my serving (and a second helping) with no hesitation. It was time to go back to my student house and although I wanted to stay with Alex, I knew that I would see him soon, and that made things feel much easier.
“Focus on your work, little darling. I will be here if you need me,” he said as we parted. I didn’t mention my dad to the girls when I got back. I didn’t want to go over it again right now, and we were all in exam mode anyway.
~ Alex ~
It was no surprise that my thoughts frequently were filled by Sophie. I felt terrible for her in terms of the schism that had occurred with her parents. I wished that I could do something about it, but clearly, I was the one person in the world with even less chance than her of making her parents understand that our love was genuine, if unconventional. I knew that the best I could do right now was just to be supportive and let her get her exams out of the way. After that maybe we could talk about it some more and decide what approach we should take.
Accordingly, for the next three weeks, we saw each other for quiet and relaxing weekends, but I did my best not to distract her during the week when she was busy with her studies and exams. My own work was fairly quiet, although I had a couple of business trips coming up. And very soon it would be the end of the term for Sophie. We hadn’t discussed it yet but there was the question of where she was going to live for the summer vacation break, particularly now that she was on such bad terms with her father.
During that evening when I had met Suzie in the pub they had discussed the summer holidays. I knew that the girls were hoping to find some foreign students who wanted rooms for the summer language and pre-degree courses. Although sub-letting was frowned upon, as long as a couple of the girls stayed in the house, they could all share the ‘profit’ made by temporarily renting the other rooms in the summer break to foreign students who needed short-term accommodation. And every little bit helped to offset the rent and reduce the student loans.
Of course, Sophie was more than welcome to move in with me for the summer, and I hoped that she would want to. But I didn’t know if she was going to look for work, so I avoided making any assumptions. And ra
ther than pressure her in any way, I had been waiting until her exams were finished to find out what her plans were.
*****
Finally, it was the last Friday of Sophie’s term and I was waiting for her to arrive. I did have a bit of a surprise planned and I was hoping that it would be something that she would like. For someone who is usually calm and relaxed, my heart felt as if it was beating noticeably faster in anticipation because I desperately wanted to be close to her. At last, I heard the sound of her car, so I opened the front door for her. She dropped her bags when she saw me and threw herself into my arms. I nearly choke up sometimes when she acts so demonstrably, because I have come to love her so much.
Absolute heaven. That thick, silky hair buried in my shoulder, her soft gentle scent, my arms around her. Feeling her soft warmth and her heart beating close to mine. And then those sparkling hazel eyes and that delightful smile as she looked up at me before the arms around my neck pulled me down into her kiss. “Welcome back little darling,” I whispered.
We gathered her bags and dumped them in our bedroom. She put her arms around my neck again and stared into my eyes.
“I’m not sure that I can wait until bedtime. I want you…” she said shyly but passionately. “Whatever the lady wants….” I replied.
“Mmm…” she said, “let me have a shower and then we can pop into bed for a while.”
“Wonderful,” I replied. “Let me just sort something out in the kitchen, and I’ll join you in the shower in a few mins.”
Sometime later after a lot of soapy, slippery foreplay in the shower, we were dried and pressed up against each other in the bed. We kissed and kissed as if it had been months instead of just five days. She pulled me on top of her, and I sank gently into that wonderful, hot, wet tunnel. We made love quietly and gently, prolonging those moments of togetherness until we could bear it no longer. I felt her shudder and gasp as I shot my liquid passion into her willing pussy.