“Please tell me what you’re thinking about?” Andy begged. His voice sounded strained. I opened my eyes slowly and looked at him. Somehow he’d found time to unzip his pants, because his hand was moving in a steady motion inside his boxers. With his other hand he held the side of my face. “What are you thinking about?” he whispered his voice staggering.
“This.” I said taking my hand out of my underwear and placing a finger into his mouth. Andy licked my finger and closed his eyes. I stared at him as I ran my wetness over his lips and lip ring. I loved it when he stuck his tongue out to lick his lip ring. He pulled my two fingers into his mouth and sucked it. I groaned as I brought my hand back down inside my underwear. Andy’s mouth covered mine urgently. I removed my hands from my underwear and kissed him back hard as I grabbed his jeans. This is for making me horny all these days and refusing to do anything about it but a couple kisses Mr. Perth. I pulled down his jeans and boxers in no way interrupting his continuous pumping. I moaned his name as I lifted myself slightly to slide my underwear up to my knees. Andy looked back down and I parted my legs further for his viewing pleasure as I slid my middle and ring finger inside me. I wished it was his hand because they were so much bigger and rougher.
“You like watching me fuck myself, knowing I’m thinking about you huh?” I whispered teasingly, with what voice I had. I worked my fingers. “But I can’t get myself off like you do, you have to show me.” I feigned innocent. Andy once again kissed me hard. He was breathing so fast, I thought his heart was going to pop out of his chest. Without any warning, he abruptly removed my hand and replaced my fingers with his own. I whimpered as my hips bucked because he wasted no time in scraping the roof of my vagina in those slow, deep confidant strokes he did.
I couldn’t understand why the tingles started at my feet and shoot its way through my body in one big burst making me come faster than usual. How the fuck? I arched my back and fell back as I tried to catch my breath. It must have been because I sucked so badly and he was so good, my body just had to react. If that’s not it, Andy was pulling out new tricks I was missing. I heard him groan and opened my eyes, I’d forgotten about him. Usually I’m not a selfish lover at all but Andy…shit Andy was making me greedy. His eyes were shut closed and I kissed his neck as I felt warm thick spurts of liquid over my belly. Andy laid his head against my neck as he tried to breathe. I swear I was giving this kid asthma. I smiled as I tried to remember the last time a guy actually came on my stomach….9th grade with Bryant, I was so disgusted , I’ve never let another guy do that…and Andy just had…and fuck it, he could do it anytime.
“Fuck I’m so sorry.” Andy said lifting his head. “I’ll get a tow—”
I didn’t let him finish as I kissed him, to shut him up.
*******
“Maybe you could stay a couple more days.” Andy whispered as he kissed the back of my neck. I closed my eyes. Between his kisses and the constant hit of water on my back I was in paradise.
“I wish.” I sighed as I reached back and blindly grabbed his thigh. Andy hugged me from behind, his erection prodding my back eagerly. “My mom said I have to hurry my ass back home.” Andy ran his soapy loofah down my belly and bit my neck.
I honestly didn’t want to leave. We woke up this morning and I dreaded putting the stuff in my car, she expected me home by dinnertime. The only upside to today was Andy asked if he could join me in the shower. I had to stop underestimating this kid, it seems whatever I thought he would never do or ask, he just goes right along and does it. I, of course being the horny little girl that I am, obliged on condition that he didn’t wet my hair. I did not have time to blow dry and straighten it out again before hitting the road. In all my years, I’d perfected the ability to put my hair up and cock my head to the side without having the water wet it. Because you know those days when you just do not want to wet your hair because the week wasn’t up for you to wash it yet? Yep…happened to me all the time.
But I sure wasn’t complaining, oh hell no. Having him run that soapy loofah all up and down my body in every single crevice…yes every single crevice…was worth getting a few strands wet here and there. Besides I loved washing his hair. When I lathered his hair up with my vanilla scent shampoo and he closed his eyes and moaned, if I wasn’t already soaking wet, well…I’m sure you know the rest. He told me to give him the bottle, so he could use it because the scent reminded him of me. I honest to God blushed when he said that…never, ever had I thought anybody said thing like that.
“Sure.” I said shrugging. He closed his eyes as I put him under the water. I honestly only needed to stand back and watch as he rinsed his hair, the soap and water just dripping down his body. I licked my lip as I followed the trails. I couldn’t stand it anymore…besides we weren’t going to see each other for a month. Fuck my hair getting wet. I knelt in front of him and grabbed his thighs. Andy wiped his face and brought his head down. I kissed the scars on his upper thigh. I trailed the ones across his lower abdomen with my fingers as my head made its way to the throbbing rod in between his legs.
“Oh God.” He said holding on to my shoulders.
I wanted to say something about his view on religion, but my mouth was a little occupied, and I intended to keep it that way for a while more.
*******
I wiped the water off my face and pulled my wet hair back as Andy recovered against the wall. I guess I forgot to tell him how good I was with my mouth. I smiled at him, for somebody that never swallows, I was really tempted to have him cum in my mouth…tempted, but not enough…I never in my life let anybody cum in my mouth, and I have yet to find a guy who’ll change that view for me. Till then they’ll have to be satisfied with shooting somewhere else.
I was rinsing myself again when Andy grabbed me and pressed me against the wall.
“You’ll probably want support for this.” He said confidently as he knelt in front of me.
“Is that what Christina told you?” I asked teasingly.
“Shut-up.” He said as he buried his face in between my thighs.
I smiled as I grabbed his hair. Mom, I think I’m going to be late for dinner.
Chapter twenty
I groaned as I shifted in my bed. “Mom really?” I asked in disbelief. I pulled the covers over my head as she parted my curtains further. Is she going to do this every day?
“It’s a beautiful sunny day outside and you’re going to waste it lying in bed till 2 in the afternoon again.” Gisele said going as far as to open the windows slightly so the brisk wind could hit her daughter.
I shivered as I hugged my blankets closer. We’re in the middle of winter, yeah it may never snow down here, but damn it’s chilly. “I’m on break.” I groaned. Fuck and I was having this amazing dream about Andy too. He had me sprawled out on a table as he feasted on me. His mouth and tongue licking and sucking my nether regions without restraint. He’d taken me already to about my 5th orgasm and I could barely form words. All I knew was as I gripped his hair and buried him further in between my legs, I was in heaven. The way we parted two weeks ago still had lingering effects on me…I needed to go back to him.
“Hurry up so you can go to the store for me, we’re having a guest either tonight or tomorrow…I can’t quite remember what he said.” Gisele said crossing her arms across her chest as she stared at her daughter’s form on the bed. “Which means you have to clean your room young lady.”
I groaned loudly as I sat up in protest. I shielded my eyes from the sunlight and rubbed my face. I adjusted my ponytail that had loosened up in the midst of my sleep. “You just interrupted the most perfect dream.” I accused. You could have waited just a couple minutes later and I promise you I wouldn’t have been this grumpy. Nothing is more irritating than an interrupted sex dream.
Gisele looked at me in disgust. “Well if it had anything to do with the moaning I heard, I’m glad I did.”
My mouth dropped. “Mom!” I said in disbelief. “That’s why you don’t just barge i
nto my room.” I said throwing myself back on my bed. It didn’t matter, I was too annoyed to be embarrassed. She’d caught me so many times in compromising situations in high school that I swear once she really thought I was working the street corner. I applauded her for never bringing it up.
“Would it be too much to just ask you to be pure until you’re married?” Gisele asked throwing her hands up in the air.
“Coming from a woman who had her first child in high school? You’ll be one to talk.” I said smartly as I sat back up and threw my covers off.
Gisele was a little taken back as her mouth opened and closed but nothing came out.
I sighed. “Mom…sorry…I just….that was uncalled for.” I said seeing her hurt. Still I was right wasn’t I? She couldn’t talk to me about being pure now that she was some big devout Christian, she’d done everything in the book as far as I was considered.
“And I would not want you to make the same mistake as me…” Gisele said.
I rubbed my face. No we were not about to have this conversation as soon as I woke up. I sighed heavily. “I know, I know…study, work, marriage, than baby…” I said bored as I recited the one thing she told me continuously over the years. “Don’t worry I don’t want to get married, nor do I want babies…all that requires a lot of love and devotion.” I said honestly. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and forced myself to get up. I rushed over to the window she’d just opened and shut it and closed my eyes.
“What?” I said as I realized my mom was just standing there looking at me. I turned to look at her and noticed a look of disappointment and if I’m not mistaken pity on her face. What the hell is that look for?
My mom quickly looked away and shook her head. “It scares me when you say stuff like that.” Gisele said softly.
I rolled my eyes. “So would you like me to tell you that I would love to get married, and get stuck with a guy who barely loves me, so we both commit adultery and raise crazy kids in a messed up world?” I said hitting a little closer to home. I put my hands on my hips as I watched her.
My mom sighed and rubbed her forehead. “What am I gonna do with you?” she whispered sadly as she turned and walked away.
“For starters we can talk about my dad.” I said behind her back. She didn’t even hesitate as she closed the door behind her. I shrugged as I pulled off my shirt and threw it on the bed. I think she became immune to my nagging for the past two weeks about my long lost father. I was actually surprised in myself that I kept bringing it up. I blamed it on Andy, he’d somehow convinced me that I would get answers. I knew I wouldn’t…and it felt like I was kind of letting him down. Oh well, I was used to it.
I snapped my head around as I heard my phone vibrate. An involuntary smile crept on my face as I leapt on my bed to answer it. “Hello?” I said excitedly.
“Uh…I thought I was gonna leave a voicemail…you’re up?” Andy asked sounding slightly surprised.
I giggled as I laid on my back and stared at the ceiling. “Yeah my mom barged into my room and forced me to get up…I guess sleeping past two in the afternoon is cause for an intervention.”
Andy chuckled. “You should have told her you didn’t sleep till seven in the morning.”
“And whose fault is that?” I accused teasingly as I bit the bottom of my lip to stop from smiling so wide.
“Okay, I guess I’ll take the blame…I’ll tell your mom that when I see her.” Andy said.
“Yeah right.” I said laughing. “Anyways did you make it home okay…the way you were talking I thought the driver of the tour bus would have you guys buried in the Atlantic Ocean by now.” I joked.
Andy chuckled. “Yeah I’m home right now. Thanks for caring.”
“What are you doing?” I asked my heart fluttering for some odd reason.
“Thinking about you.” Andy responded without hesitation.
I laughed but my insides flipped upside down. “Yeah right, probably thinking about those million girls that were draping over you all this past week, thinking you were part of the band.” I said slyly.
“Nope.” Andy said. “Thinking about you.” He said reassuringly.
I smiled and quickly shook my head. “Oh what a drag, it was the perfect opportunities for you to get tons of ass.” I said. I tried to hide my slight jealousy…there was no reason for me to be jealous…he wasn’t even mine. Come on Ornelia…what are you doing.
“You know as much as you like me reiterating the fact that I was thinking about you and only you…it’s your turn.” Andy said. “Did you miss me?”
I didn’t answer as I smiled into the phone.
“Ornelia?” Andy asked.
I still didn’t answer as I chewed on my bottom lip.
“I know you did…otherwise you wouldn’t be on the phone with me every night till the wee hours of the morning…” Andy said.
“If you know I did…why are you asking?” I said huskily. I couldn’t contain my smile. There was no point in me denying it. I missed this guy to death it was embarrassing. Just hearing his voice alerted my body to every sort of sensation. Was it like this when I was at school? Believe me when I say I couldn’t understand it myself. I mean this was Andy Perth we were talking about? The wrist cutting loner who’d wanted nothing to do with me. When did he manage to fuck up my mind so much?
“It’s one of those things that are just good to hear.” Andy remarked.
I grinned as I sat up in bed. “I missed you.” I said without any more arguments.
To my surprise, Andy didn’t answer, so I said it again. “I missed you a lot Andy Perth and I wish I could see you.”
Andy didn’t say anything.
“Andy did you hear me?” I asked nervously. Shit, why did I just tell him that? Come on Ornelia, you’re breaking your own rules. He tricked you into saying it….but I did miss him. I missed him a lot….of fuck it, I can afford to look pitiful for a while.
“Do you really wish you could see me?” Andy asked. “Would that make you happy?”
I laughed into the phone. “Andy that would make me the happiest girl alive.”
“Well of course all I want is to make you happy.” Andy added calmly.
I paused for a second. What was that supposed to mean? My heart skipped a beat and I laid my hand across my chest. Something was really going on with me, I needed to go to the doctor and get a check-up.
“Nee-nee mom said to get your butt downstairs!” Fleur yelled as she flung my door open.
I rolled my eyes. “Hey I gotta go…I’ll talk to you later.” I said quickly into the phone. I hung up and grabbed my shirt again. “Damn can I at least take a shower?” I asked Fleur as I put my shirt back on.
“Ooohhh were you talking to Andy?” Fleur asked in a sing song voice. She did a little jig dance with her hands in the air.
“None of your business.” I said happily.
“I bet you can’t wait to see your boyfriend again.” She said squealing as I ran and grabbed her.
“He’s not my boyfriend.” I said playfully biting her cheek. No he’s not, he’s better than a boyfriend. He’s Andy.
I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to ditch my mom as best as I could. Not only was I running from her trying to get me to do more ridiculous stuff, but I was in a snappy mode. I was pretty sure by the end of the day I would have said some more regretful stuff….it was just best to keep out of her way. I contemplated going down to the church to help decorate some more of the new children’s center but I quickly scratched that off my list. I wasn’t in the mood for church folks and their uppity attitudes, or their annoying little kids. That’s why my afternoon was spent in the attic going through tons of my mom’s old stuff. I’ve looked before but I must have overlooked some stuff. I mean she couldn’t have completely erased her college years like that. There was something I was missing. I picked up my mom’s high school yearbook and flipped the page and smiled. It was no surprise as my mom’s face immediately appeared in a couple candid shots
. She must have been pretty popular.
My phone rang as I turned the page.
“Yes Brit.” I answered.
“Oh my God, please tell me why I miss your annoying ass so much!” Brittany yelled into the phone.
I smiled. “I know…what did your parents say, they won’t let you come over for the weekend?” I asked.
Brittany groaned. “No…they said I need family time and all that crap, but anyways listen to this…”
I lifted my head from the yearbook and sat up straighter. “What?”
“Nico called me.” Brittany whispered.
“What?” I said.
“Nico called me.” Brittany repeated.
“I mean I know that.” I said quickly. “I mean what as in why.”
“He wanted to hang out.” Brittany said. “You know how he lives like 30 minutes from me. He called and was like…Hey Bri, it’s been awhile, you wanna grab something to eat tomorrow and stuff.”
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