“Mi cielo this is so nice please you’re going to have to stop, I can’t hold it. Please.” I watch as she moves up and down in and out, oh-God-oh-God she is so gentle, her tongue flips the end, and I shudder because this feels so great. God please no this is so, she oh help me she’s sucking harder. Please Mi cielo, yes please. I have my hands wrapped in her hair and I push her down on to him, I love the closeness. She feels so good and this feels good, so intimate, so personal, and so unexpected again, she blows me away, literally. Have I died and gone to heaven?
“Michelle Mi cielo, pleaseee, shit please argh yesssss.” She sucks the end I can’t stop myself. I’m coming and boy I’m coming this, is this is fucking great, oh hell I can’t stop it’s coming arghhhh, yes oh wow yes she has me, I don’t want her to stop I shake as I come and hard, oh hell really hard, I can’t look at her, but I have to, oh she takes it all as I explode in her mouth, she groans and continues to suck, as she looks up at me, I am in a million pieces, rocked to my core! She wipes the small drop of come left on her lips, hell even that looked so sexy I go in for a kiss, but I’m stopped as she tells me what was there, umm. She has just blown me away literally with the best thing, I have ever had done to me ever.
The feeling of having her mouth wrapped around my very satisfied dick, has blown me away, words can’t describe the feeling when I looked down and she had me in her warm mouth. I can’t believe that she did that to me, for me. She really has rocked my world. Grinning fool, sod that loved up and hornie fool, shit I need her, I want her and I mean really I want her. I want her in my bed our bed I want to give her the world! I will give her the world. We head out, after I contemplated doing it here in my bed and now! I resist, but not for much longer. I can't, she's a drug, and I need more… I'm hooked!
“Upstairs Michelle, and get to the bathroom and clean your teeth.”
“Did I do something wrong Sam?”
“Err no, did I stop you, did I look as though I didn’t like it? That was amazing baby and not a one off treat?” I smiled as I was shown the bathroom.
He followed me up to change, and I cleaned my teeth, I used my finger, as I didn’t want to use someone else’s toothbrush. I ran the water, spit and gargled with the toothpaste and spitting it out again, he was behind me again. He handed me his toothbrush, kissing my neck.
“That is what you do in future, spit it out.” I turned to face a grinning Sam, who was busy washing himself, I did offer. I got another kiss and told no.
He kissed me, his tongue searching out mine. I kissed him back. I wasn’t sure if he liked what I’d done to him, I know I enjoyed pleasing him. He had said next time, so perhaps he did like it? He dressed in smart pants and a shirt asked should he wear a tie? I laughed and said no, so he threw on a smart dark jumper, and we set off. He hadn’t stopped smiling, since we left the house. He held my hand, listening to my drivel, about Mum’s side of the family. Smiling like an idiot. Before long, we were there and a good twenty minutes early, he pulled me to him and against a wall, he kisses me.
“That was bloody amazing, Mi cielo, my first ever blow job, where can I ask was that learnt from? I don’t think they cover them in sex education. Unless they were with Matt King, and he didn’t do them justice at all, that was bloody amazing baby, amazing.” I blushed he liked it.
“I listen well whilst I’m on the throne, girls take about all sorts of stuff in the toilets, in the school loos, and girls brag about it in pub toilets. If you're quiet, they don’t even know you’ve listened to every word they say. A girl last night said giving her fella one of them was better than sex, and he tasted sweet. She was telling her friend what a blow job was, the other girl thought you just picked it up and blew on it, has to be said until she explained, that’s what I thought it was too.” He laughed loudly and held me tightly. “She told her what she had to do, but the tasting sweet erg was a lie, sorry Sam you taste of warm salty water, did you really like it? I thought you didn’t, you said no so I didn’t think you liked it?” He kissed me again as we turned the corner.
“Yes, very much thanks. That, you can do to me any time Michelle. I just didn’t expect it and well Michelle the end result was what I was dreading the most even that was wow… Fantastic. Top marks to the girl who did the explaining, Michelle you are indeed a quick learner and give the nicest surprises ever.” He kissed me again, his thumb stroking my cheek. “Michelle, I love you so much it, hurts.” Result, I had been intimate with him and he liked it, I must admit, I think I may be addicted to that now. I too loved it and the power I had as I took him. Grandad was waiting for the bus, he hadn’t expected me to walk, but it had been nice and I loved walking with Sam. I waved to catch his eye and he dashed across the road to meet us.
“This Grandad is Sam, Samuel Todd.” Sam was so nervous, his hand left my waist, and he offered it to Grandad. Which Grandad shook heartily, another true gentleman?
“Sam this is my Grandad, Robert Dunn.” Sam shook his hand firmly.
“Hello Sir, pleased to meet you. Michelle never stops talking about her grandparents.” He smiled back at Sam.
“That’s because Sam, she spends more time with us old fogies, than is good for her, and please call me Bob.” Grandad put his arm around me and led me to theirs.
“I’m quite jealous of Michelle having all her grandparents still here to give her advice. I often think I missed my out on having my Grandfather’s wisdom. I would have gladly spent time with my old fogies too, there’s nothing wrong with good manners. Mum said you can tell Michelle has been raised with impeccable manners.” He passed the test with Grandad, he listened to everything Sam had said and smiled. He’s a sweet talking fella, this Sam of mine. I did wonder if he had grandparents or other relatives. I will be meeting the most important one today yikes. Now enter Nana. I was more nervous than he was anyhow because he didn’t have to come back again. I wouldn’t ever want to bring him here again if she said anything off putting to him.
“This Sam is my Nana, Eloise Dunn, Nana this is Sam.” She was going to play nice. I hope she does.
“I’m going to leave him in your hands, whilst I put the kettle on and I’ll bring them through when they’re done.” Just then the door sprung open, what the hell?
“That’s my Uncle George, who thinks this week he’s Les Grey, the lead singer from Mud? This is Sam, do you want a drink, and are you stopping for dinner? Why the fancy dress stopped out all night?” Sam laughed, and shook his hand too.
“Yes to the drink and no to the dinner, cheeky sod this is called fashion Michelle, like you’d know. I’m surprised you’re not in your jogging bottoms and scruffs.” He was only fifteen years older than me and a very large surprise addition to the shocked ranks of the already large family six boys and my mother. He still thinks he’s a teenager, and boy he’s not, but he’s the youngest and spoilt rotten by Nana.
“Enough George, Michelle looks pretty and this is her boyfriend so manners Son.” Thanks Grandad, this bit I’d love to stop and watch, but I would have to make do with listening, I had veggies and gravy and Yorkshires to make. Grandad had saved the meat juices and the beef was wrapped in foil and rolled in a tea towel, an hour’s rest before you eat. Kettle clicked off, two teas and two coffees. I smiled as he took the drink touching my fingers.
“Enjoy, I will be back in a bit, just heating the fat in the pans.” I quickly peeled the veg, carrots cabbage, and cut the beans in thirds, I took the pre boiled spuds out roughed them up and put them in the smaller of the two pans. I put them back in to fry their white skins golden. I put the veggies on and put the meat pan on the top, it heated through nicely, and I de glazed the pan with a jug of beef stock and a spoonful of corn flour. Added a little of the veggie water and a little of the potato water, add a small amount of Worcestershire sauce and two drops of browning hopefully it wasn’t salty? All I could taste was bloody salt, for some strange reason…
“Uncle George?” He was in like a whippet. “Taste please.” He added a small pinch
of salt and a splash more of the sauce.
“Nice Michelle, he’s a bit older than you Michelle, but talks a good talk. He has Mum eating out of his hand and apparently, she knows the family well, through the Fairbrother Mills? You making the Yorkshires now? You’re gonna have to show your Aunty Cathy how to do them Mam won’t show her?” I nodded my head. I hadn’t a clue how she knew his family, but Nana and her sisters all worked in the Fairbrother Mills, as did most of their generation. It was the biggest fabric manufacturing factory in the North West and closed before I was born; it had been knocked down in the mid-seventies, in the re-generation of Stockton, which to me was more like the mass destruction of a once grand town. I nudged him out of the way as this was Nana’s secret recipe and one I had been warned Cathy was not to have nor any of the others.
So poor Judy, Violet, Pauline, and Tanya were left trying to bribe it from me. Aunty June had it but couldn’t make them for toffee. The daughter-in-laws were out to get the recipe, if just to shut up my uncles about theirs not being as good as their mam’s! They would never have it, well not whilst she’s alive they won’t. I am lucky, she knew I was good for keeping it secret, and have done for the past two years or so.
“So Georgie porgy move your big fat bum back in there or Nana will come and remove you.” He was back in there quick as a flash. All the ingredients in the bowl, the eggs cracked, quick check on oil, red hot, quick mix, and add room warmed milk to the batter mix, along with half the eggs mix well. Add the remainder of the egg and the rest of the milk and the secret ingredients then beat the heck out of them with a whisk. Perfection not too thick not thin, quick out with the Yorkshire tins and pour the mix in, it sizzled, back in the oven, quick shake of roasters and jobs a good one.
My job was nearly through, wash the stuff I’d used, wipe down refill water to kettle quick check on vegetables, all done pan lids on electric turned off. I collected the cups and ask if anyone wanted another? Everyone was a yes, even Uncle George. Who was going to end up stopping, he did this every week, so we always made enough. Drinks handed out and I sit on my poof by the fire. I looked over at Sam, he was chatting to Grandad about work and stuff. Nana was looking at my hair again. It was killing her as the longer it got the better it looked, the curls were doing her head in, her need to comb them out was killing her. I smiled as that look she had was in her eyes, she would shave it off and have me bald rather than see the curls, live with it Nana I have to.
“Michelle your hair is getting better by the week and my brushing tips are paying off.” I didn’t want to argue, so just agreed. Sam looked over and smiled back, something everyone noticed. Grandad got up and took everyone’s cups in. He shouted George through, he was helping dish up and set the table, serves him right. He should have gone home, but he had a house full of rowdy kids, the peace and quiet was better here for his hangover... Dinner was ready and we’re called through to eat, Sam grabbed my bum and smiled, and sneaked in a quick neck nip.
“Sit by Michelle, Samuel, you two can squeeze in there, George over there, we know where we sit.” I grabbed his knee as he sat down and squeezed it hard. We sat and as I ate I looked at everyone’s, faces, but mainly Nana’s they were eating and before long five empty plates. George got up to leave.
“Do the washing up, first George.” It cracked me up every time did he really think he’d get away with it? He didn't utter a word just did it and then buggered off.
“That Michelle was excellent, as usual.” Grandad was drinking the last of his tea.
“Yes I’ll second that.” From Nana, I was chuffed. Sam just looked at me smiling.
“Wow, who knew you could cook too?” Nan looked puzzled.
“As, well as what other things, what else do you do Michelle?” Sam was quick on his pretty feet there too.
“Well, she dances, she teaches, her rabbits, she plays hockey like a professional, skates well, rides horses and she really doesn’t have enough hours in the day for all she does do, the children she teaches love her.” Nicely averted, his smile melted a part of my heart. He caused so much pleasurable pain within me, just looking at him made my heart beat faster, and it feels like it was trying to get out of my chest. My sex was forever wet, as the feelings rushing throughout my body had found their escape, through it.
“Nana, are you at Cleavleys from this week?” She looked at the calendar thing.
“Yes Michelle, until October and we go on Wednesday. Are you coming over to stop with us, for the day when you go to Hambleton?” I looked upset.
“I can probably only go to Hambleton this Easter. Grams and Gramps are moving back to Stockton, but I‘d like to spend a day with you, before I go back, if that’s okay? I can always wait until summer and spend the week with you?” Her mind was in overdrive, one part day or a whole week looking at my head.
“We will meet you at the tram stop then on Saturday.” Perfect I would get her to phone. Tell Grams I was there at the caravan and then I would catch the tram to Blackpool, and get the coach to drop me off Sunday as normal.
“I get to Hambleton tomorrow and have to be back the following Saturday, So how about the Saturday next, before I catch the coach home from Blackpool? Don’t worry I’ll make my own way there. I have been enough times, but I’ll have to go into Blackpool by tram to change my ticket.” She had now gone from a whole day to a half day. Win-win. I popped into see Grandad and I slipped him his sweets, which he hid in his jacket behind the back door.
“Good news Grandad, I’m coming to see you in the caravan on Saturday, just for the day though. I have this stupid job, and the boss wants me back to cover all the other shifts. With Gramps and Grams selling up and coming to live back here, it may be my last time there. Has he passed muster then?”
“Sam? Yes he’s a nice young chap and he makes you happy Michelle.” I hugged him.
“Yes Grandad very.” He grabbed a handful of sweets.
“Right, I’m taking these two to the bus stop, I’ll make sure they’re safe on before I’m back.” I grabbed my cardi. Sam helped me on with it and I gave Nana a hug.
“See you next Saturday.” Sam said his goodbyes and we followed Grandad out to the road. We had to walk up or down the road were the bus stop was anyway. Grandad had a quiet ten minutes with his sweets chatting to Sam about work again. He gave me a hug and shook Sam’s hand.
“Look after this one she’s one in a million, Michelle is my favourite girl she’s going to be a wonderful wife and mum one day.” Shit Grandad, he’s only just met the family please don’t force him into it.
“Nice Grandad, let me just see if I can’t catch him, he ran off so fast…” He hugged me again.
“He’s holding you tightly and he’s stood behind you with a silly grin on his face, you silly girl. It seems he likes my little girl eh Sam?” He shook Grandad’s hand again.
“I do Sir yes, I like her a lot, and don’t worry she’s in safe hands Sir.” Sam embarrassingly pointed to the top of the road. “It’s up that way and to the right, Michelle.” The bus was coming and Grandad had finished his sweets, he ambled across the road, and waited for us to disappear, we waved as he went back in.
“I love your family Michelle do you know how lucky you are? Your Grandad is well wonderful, your Uncles a nutter though, sorry I actually liked your Nana, but she did go on about your hair a lot, is you’re Grandad not well Michelle, he seems…?” I finished his sentence.
“No, he has good days and bad days, sometimes he can hardly breath, other days he can’t remember stuff, other days it’s like he’s a whole different person, but he’s always nice. What were you trying to tell me when, I was carefully planning our night away?” He laughed.
“Just that we come home Saturday.” I raised my eyes at him.
“Oh… Book an extra night then, tell your mates you got lucky and you’re stopping the night.”
“Some of them you’ve met and all of them know about you, and it has to be said know wouldn’t cheat on you.” I didn’t care, h
e was looking for excuses, and I wasn’t letting him win.
“Well, tell them I’ve got the day off and I’m coming to spend the day with you, and I’ll see you when I get through a few hours with Nana.”
“I don’t need to make excuses, I’ll just tell them we’re going to be at it like bunnies all day and I will see them at work Monday, and I’m looking forward to it too, especially after this morning and your amazing mouth.” I looked at him catching flies. He leant in closing my mouth gently kissing it and laughing. “Joke Mi cielo, well the telling them we’ll be at it like bunnies, though I can’t wait for that. It will sort its self out, I just can’t wait if this morning’s anything to go by.” We turned down a road, I’ve seen this road before, why did it look so familiar and then it hit me?
“Do you want a quick drink with my Aunty and Uncle? They live there at number five.” He looked worried.
“Don’t worry they aren’t in, they go somewhere posh for Sunday tea every week, sometimes they come before dinner and we all go out to give Grandad a break from Dragon Nan. Which of the bungalows is your Aunties?” He pointed to the big one at the end.
“It’s nothing posh, but it’s a happy house and Mum’s safe there.” Nothing posh it was beautiful and so big. I saw that sadness in his face again.
“Why don’t you move her and yourselves out and leave him to it?” Shut up Michelle.
“We will be doing when Jimmy leaves college as it’s too far up here. We have another Aunty and she has a house around the corner. She is doing up, ready for us in October, so we will move then. Until then it’s just a matter of keeping it together.” Why did it feel like he was hiding things from me?
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