Voyage To Submission

by Mlyn Hurn

  “Yours,” she mumbled.

  “Who lost the most clothes?”

  “You did because you didn’t know the answers.”

  “Funny that, huh. The guy who scored sixteen-hundred on his SATs?” Jack answered slowly. He could feel the effect his words were having. Slowly, he felt the tension leaving her body. “I had no idea you didn’t have a bra on that night.”

  Her head moved up and down, almost like a bobble-head doll. “That was a dumb idea, huh?”

  “I couldn’t believe how the fortune gods suddenly favored me. I picked the hardest question I knew, pretty damned sure you wouldn’t know the answer. I wanted to feel you next to me, Andy. I wanted to kiss you, but I knew if I made the first move you would bolt.” His arms moved to pull her closer and his mouth lowered to kiss her neck. Slowly, he rubbed his chest back and forth against her breasts.

  “If I close my eyes, Andy, I can still feel how wonderfully warm and soft your breasts felt against me. When I finally held you in my hands, God! You felt better than I had imagined…yes, Andy! I had thought about you like that. I just couldn’t accept it.”

  “Because I was fat!”

  “No, because you were my friend. You so easily supplanted Ray, it was eerie at times. I told you all my personal shit. I was so stupid to tell you about that one girl…hell! I can’t even remember her name—”

  “Helen.”

  “See? That’s how little she meant. I admit I let the pressure of my peers guide my judgments in the earlier years, but senior year was different, damn it! And then you became Miss Invisible after spring break.”

  “I was too embarrassed. I was afraid you were only kissing me out of pity.”

  “Pity? God, no, Andy! Didn’t you feel how hard I was for you that night?”

  Andy flushed brightly. She remembered very well how he’d felt—to her anyway. “Yes,” she replied, choking up a little bit. “I hated the thought you might have told the others about what almost happened, and you were all laughing at me.”

  “Andy, sweetheart, I would never have done that. I’m just sorry you felt like you didn’t know me well enough to believe it,” Jack told her a moment later.

  She glanced up, shaking her head.

  “And if anyone should be worried, it’s me,” he added.

  Andy shook her head. “What do you have to be worried about?”

  “Because you have a gorgeous body now and I work sixty hours a week sometimes. I also skip some workouts and don’t eat right all the time.”

  Andy slid her hands down Jack’s sides. There was only a little bit there to pinch.

  “Hey!” Jack objected quickly.

  “Something to hold onto,” Andy told him quickly, lowering her head and pressing kisses to the side of his neck. A moment later she shrieked in surprise as Jack showed her what he could hang onto. Then she groaned as Jack proceeded to squeeze her breasts, gently.

  “I can just imagine you, Andy, swiveling, shimmying and sashaying around, dropping veil after veil. Slowly, you reveal one more luscious curve or valley. When I put my hand between your thighs that night, Andy—” Jack groaned loudly. “I knew I had to be inside you. It hurt like hell, getting interrupted.”

  Andy remembered every single second of that night. Suddenly, she spoke from her heart. “I wanted to stay, Jack. I was so angry they came back early.”

  “So, why did you give me the cold shoulder? I tried to ask you out again.”

  Andy shook her head. “You said something on the beach, right after we heard the others.”

  “What? What did I say, Andy? I’ve replayed that night countless times and I don’t know what happened to change—”

  “You said ‘they will know’.”

  “Yeah, if we’d gone up there half-dressed.”

  “You didn’t want them to know. You were afraid to have them know we’d almost made—” Her voice broke, but she forced herself to go on. “You were ashamed the guys would know you’d made out with the duffer.”

  Silence followed her accusation and she felt him tense. She’d known all along she was right, and this was obviously proof—

  “You’re wrong, Andy. I said we had time for a quickie, and then I said ‘they’ll never know’. You see, I’ve replayed that time more than once myself. Look at me, Andy.”

  Reluctantly, she lifted her head and met his steely-eyed gaze.

  “I was hard as hell, frustrated and angry at being interrupted. I hadn’t had sex for well over a year and I was lying half-naked with my hand on your pussy, which I might add was dripping wet.” Jack paused as he saw a blush spread across her cheeks.

  “God, Andy! I was a horny kid. I was with you, damn it! I wanted you. But I didn’t want to share what we had with anyone else. I knew what they would say and how they would look at you afterwards. And I knew if I didn’t think fast, the decision would be out of my hands. I’m sorry. You have no idea how many times I wish I’d driven us to another beach, away from the house.”

  Andy could feel her stomach twisting into knots. They will know. It did sound completely different from they’ll never know. And she had wished so many times he’d picked a different spot, or that their friends had come home later. Slowly, she opened her mouth to reply. “Me too, Jack. I wished the same thing. But afterwards, I was sure you were ashamed of what had happened and didn’t want the others to know. Even though logically I knew you weren’t like that, I couldn’t shake the idea.”

  “What about the night before graduation? At the party?” Jack swallowed hard. It was his turn for some answers.

  “The one where you got me drunk and were about to have your wild college boy way with me?”

  “Don’t tell me…that’s Gayle’s description of the events, after the fact. Do you remember anything?”

  “I’m not sure. I remember drinking tea, and then I thought we were sitting on your bed.”

  “I tried to find out your plans for after graduation, like where you were going, grad school, work? You hadn’t told anyone…or at least none of the guys knew. I asked Ruthie, but she clammed up, and Gayle pretty much refused to talk to me for the next year or so.”

  “I do recall one thing.”

  Jack felt his stomach clench again, wondering what she did remember. “What is it, sweetheart?”

  “I know I wanted you to touch me, when we were sitting on your bed. I imagined you pressing me back onto the mattress. You pushed my shirt up and out of the way. It was hot that day, and you had already stripped off your tank top. I wanted to feel your body against mine, even if it was only one time. I desperately hoped you would put your hand between my legs again—”

  Andy buried her face in his shoulder. A moment later, she continued. “I didn’t fully understand what I needed. I was so naïve back then.”

  Jack felt his heart pounding hard and fast in his chest. His voice sounded hoarse as he spoke. “Tell me what you wanted me to do, Andy. How did you want to be touched?”

  “I wanted to feel you holding my breasts again. Your hands—” Her voice broke.

  Jack ran his hands up and down her back, holding her closer.

  “When you held me…my breasts, Jack, for the first time in my life I felt…I—”

  “Pretty? Beautiful? You were all that to me, Andy, and so very much more. I was just an asshole back then.” He could feel shudders going through her body. “Is this too much, honey? We don’t have to talk about it anymore for now. We are probably looking like a couple of prunes anyway.”

  Andy sniffled a few times and then nodded her head. She slid away and came to her feet, stepping out of the tub first.

  He followed her, reaching for a couple of towels. As he turned, he saw her leaning over to turn off the tub jets. Her reflection in the mirror was sideways. Her breasts hung heavily from her body and he remembered another fantasy starring Andy he’d frequently enjoyed. As she straightened, he placed a towel around her shoulders, bringing the edges together in the front. Once she took it from him, he
wrapped another around his waist.

  “What do you want to do?” he asked her quietly.

  “I thought I might be very naughty again and step outside to dry off.”

  Jack chuckled. “I’m game if you are.”

  Andy smiled and started towards the balcony. She opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the deck. “Hmm, it is just a tad cool, without clothes.”

  Jack stopped since she had paused. Suddenly, she turned to face him, dropping her towel. His gaze traveled down and back, just in time to see her hand grab the knot in his covering. One second later, he was as naked as she. His erection sprang forward. Andy’s smile, which flashed briefly, forewarned him of what was to come.

  “I wouldn’t want to freeze off the family jewels.” Her voice was low and husky. When she glanced back up, she licked her lower lip.

  He couldn’t be sure, but he was sure she’d done it deliberately. Taking a deep breath, he was pleased she’d been checking him out. He groaned loudly when he felt her hand curl around his cock, tugging on it, squeezing firmly, as she spoke.

  “Good thing I know of a warm place to put them.”

  “God, Andy!” Jack pulled her close, kissing her hotly. When he released her mouth, he muttered, “To hell with drying off, come here!”

  They reached the bed and Andy pushed him back to sit on the edge. Before he knew what she would do next, she dropped to her knees in front of him. Her hands busily stroked and caressed, gradually increasing the pressure and pull. He leaned back on his elbows, breathing deeply.

  “Andy, you don’t need to—” He should make a token protest.

  He heard her mutter a reply, in between kisses and licks. “I know.” Then she took him into her mouth.

  Jack stopped thinking. He was dimly aware of Andy kissing and sucking on his cock. Each time her lips caught and pulled over the rim, he groaned. Then her hand started fondling and squeezing his balls. One voice in his head told him to stop her and the other said SHUT THE FUCK UP!

  Finally, he moved his hands to her head, cradling it gently. His fingers wove between the silky strands and the tips rested against the short hairs of her nape. He started rubbing the soft pelt and was immediately rewarded by her sudden shiver. He opened his mouth to speak.

  Andy beat him to the punch. “I would like to shave you, Jack. May I?”

  Her words were the most erotic thing he’d ever heard. Without thinking it through, he nodded his head. “Sure.” And then he thought about Andy touching him, holding him and pulling things tight—

  “Oh God!” Jack yelled as he climaxed like a volcano. His hips jerked upwards and felt Andy’s mouth still surrounding him. He fell back onto the bed, more than spent, in every sense of the word.

  Time passed, yet he had no idea if it was seconds or minutes before he became aware of Andy, still ministering lovingly to his cock, licking gently, as soft as a butterfly’s kiss. He finally sat up and gently took hold of her upper arms.

  She lifted her face towards him.

  Jack tried to read her thoughts but couldn’t. He urged her to stand, pulling her between his thighs. Her arms looped over his shoulders and he looked up at her.

  “Thank you, Andy…Andrea. I think it’s a little odd to be thanking an ‘Andy’ for the best oral sex I’ve had.”

  Andy laughed. “You’re welcome.”

  Jack lowered his gaze and naturally stopped at her breasts. His hands slid down to curve over her hips bones, now easing them up slowly. He stopped just below, not quite touching them yet. Deliberately, he blew across her right nipple.

  She shivered.

  He watched as the bud tightened and the nipple ring was moved ever so slightly. Right then Jack knew that he longed for the day she was properly healed and he could suck and play with that saucy nipple ring with his tongue! He cleared his throat and then asked her, “Do you know what I wanted to do to you that night, Andy?”

  * * * * *

  Andy was still feeling dizzy from just giving her first blowjob ever. She was aroused, but felt uncomfortable coming right out with what she wanted. Sure, she could write about it, but when it came to doing it, she felt like her tongue had the ring rather than her nipple! She knew it didn’t make sense she could walk half-naked in front of strangers, like she had yesterday evening, and still have trouble discussing sex with Jack. But that was how it was for her. Being with Jack seemed more intimate and revealing than a room full of strangers.

  From a distance, she shivered as air rushed across her nipple, tightening it. Wait…it was warm. That meant Jack had deliberately…then he spoke.

  “Do you know what I wanted to do to you that night in my room, Andy?”

  As if it came from a distance, and beyond her control, she heard herself reply. “What?”

  “First, I’d kick myself for not locking the door.”

  Andy giggled because she had wondered that as well a few times. “Go on.”

  “You are lying back on my bed—a place I’ve imagined you many times—and I shoved up your shirt. You don’t have on a bra because that is how I see you, since that first time. Right in front of me are the most beautiful, big—” Jack paused and cupped Andy’s breasts. “Tits.”

  Andy felt a shock go through her as he said the word. Obviously, here was another example of writing it and living it being different. She shivered as he squeezed her ever so gently.

  “Yes, Andy,” Jack went on deliberately.

  She could hear it in his voice, as if he now had a key to see inside of her, what made her tick and what aroused her.

  “Big, round boobs,” he told her softly. “I dreamed about them all the time. In class, I’d have to be careful because I found myself doodling drawings. When I was eating, I wondered how this nipple would look covered in whipped cream. And then, naturally of course, I could visualize myself…” he paused. His tongue came out and licked her right nipple, long and slow. Yet, he seemed to be very conscious and careful not to hurt her.

  Andy’s knees nearly buckled and she held onto his shoulders.

  Jack started talking again. “On this other nipple, I often saw myself just dribbling chocolate sauce all over it. I watch the delicious topping as it slid down mountain peaks, to the valley in between. There I was, all the time wishing I was sucking your mouthwatering tits, letting my tongue lap up chocolate rivers.”

  Jack moved swiftly, which was good as Andy’s legs gave way. He turned them, so she now lay flat on the bed.

  Andy looked up. Her legs were widely splayed, and the roughness of his leg hair against her inner thighs was an erotic signal he was between them. She saw his gaze had dropped below her waist.

  “At night, I’d dream of sleeping on your luscious pillows. I would be your slave and beg you to allow me to plump your pillows.” He spoke again.

  Andy giggled, shaking her head.

  “Oh, yes indeed. What I really wanted was below deck, hidden from all prying eyes. I knew what awaited me because I’d sampled it but once. Yet, I really wanted the feast.”

  Andy tensed in anticipation. His words promised intent and delight. She could barely wait for it to begin.

  Jack knelt beside the bed. He hooked his arms around her legs and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

  “Jack, you don’t need to—” Andy spoke hastily. This was much more than she had hoped for.

  “I want to, my lady, which is the difference. This is the feast.”

  Andy dropped her hands to the bed in acquiescence and nervous anticipation. All the words she’d ever written suddenly dropped away in burnt ashes as Jack’s fingers spread her folds and delved between. A few flicks of his fingertips and her hips moved without her volition. Then his tongue replaced the fingers and she knew what a truly amazing object the human tongue really was.

  One, then two fingers slipped inside, moving all around. She guessed what he was looking for but she wasn’t at all sure she had—

  “Jack!”

  Andy cried out in surprise. His fing
ers busily pressed and rubbed the whole time his tongue continued to conduct a symphony on her clit. And then her body released everything at once. The dam broke and Jack lapped the essence quickly as her hips jerked and shook. Andy lay quivering on the bed.

  Jack got to his feet slowly, and then he lay down beside her. Staying on his side, he covered her pussy with his hand, and slipped two fingers back inside her. He sighed heavily as he still felt her internal contractions.

  God!

  His brain had difficulty forming the thought. He felt proud like a rooster knowing he’d given her pleasure, to that depth.

  What a night!

  * * * * *

  Jack pulled the empty chair back for Andy. Joining their friends for breakfast had seemed like a good idea when they hurried to his cabin for a change of clothes.

  At first no one seemed to notice them as they took the two empty chairs at the end of the table. Andy looked at Jack and he must have seen the nervousness in her face because he covered her hand where it rested on the table with his.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart. Everything will be fine,” Jack murmured and then winked at her.

  That was when Gayle saw them. She knew immediately. If ever two people had spent the previous night fucking each other’s brains out, this was it. Quickly, she kicked Ray under the table.

  “Ow! What are you doing?” he growled, dropping his fork.

  Sitting across from him, Gayle tried to tell him to look at the far end of the table with just her eye movements. She then tried gesturing with small jerks of her head towards Jack and Andy.

  “What the hell? Why did you kick me? What’s that weird thing you are doing with your eyes?” Ray glared.

  Jack spoke up. “Good morning. Sorry we’re a little late.”

  Gayle watched as they all turned to look at Jack and Andy. She remained steadfastly quiet, loath to cause a scene.

  “Did you two oversleep?” Danny asked cheerfully amidst the greetings.

  Ray must have moved his legs because Gayle’s two kicks didn’t land until Danny yelled out a few seconds later. “Ouch! What the hell! Who kicked me?”