Sarah's Story

by

Rob Henson

 

Chapter 8 - Sarah and Mike

Cambridge is a charming city nestling on a bend in the River Cam as it lazily slides North-Westwards until losing its own identity to become part of the more industrial Great Ouse which then flows on towards King's Lynn and the Wash. The town is dominated by the great university where religion and education come together to produce the scholars needed to build economic empires but unlike its more arrogant cousin in the Cotswolds, the many colleges there seem to integrate more comfortably into the pleasant East Anglian market town.

Sarah liked living in Cambridge. It was a sophisticated town but not snobbish, unpretentious and acceptant. Indeed it seemed paradoxical that the great buildings of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries should now house so many unkempt teenagers many of whom would not realise the opportunity they had been given until later in their lives. She felt secure and safe amongst the term-time visitors and the locals. It is also the bicycle capital of England as she frequently found out through the need to replace so many pairs of tights.

Saturday was a typical grey autumnal day not especially cold but there was a freshness in the air. Sarah liked this whether. She loved the feel of the chill around her legs. She wanted to look good for Mike and decided on a very short but long sleeve blue dress she had bought the previous week when shopping with Deedi. Her tights were slightly thicker than usual but not opaque. The colour was 'wheat', a dark cream colour, which matched the dress and her new light suede boots perfectly. Throwing on a new green three-quarter length coat finished off the ensemble and she jumped on a bus into the centre. Mike was waiting for her by the Magdalene bridge as they agreed but he never saw her at first. She thought he looked wonderful, slightly taller than her when she was wearing high heels and nicely cut dark brown hair. He was well built after all those years of playing hockey for his college which he managed to keep going even though there was less time available these days.

She came up behind him and squeezed his waist. He turned quickly and his whole face lit up with the biggest smile as he leaned forward and kissed her on the lips.

"You look terrific," he said standing back.

"Do you think so," she asked never fully confident that she looked right even though she had worked hard at creating the image he was now enjoying.

"How you doing? Come on lets start with King's Chapel, it's wonderful inside then we'll get some coffee."

Sarah nodded and slipped her arm in Mike's as they walked off towards the entrance to the Chapel. They spent the rest of the morning wandering around the main colleges that were squeezed in by the river to the west of the town centre. Backwards and forwards across the old fashioned bridges which separated the hallowed cloisters from the greens at the rear, strolling along the old paths and watching the young men romantically taking their ladies down the river in their impossible to steer punts.

The afternoon was just beginning to draw to a close as they stood in front of St Johns by the gate that was now locked and only for the use of Masters causing them to backtrack across the green. Most people had disappeared back to their rooms or to one of the many coffee shops around the town. The noise of the traffic peeped through the swirling mist as they took their final look at the college buildings in the evening light before turning back to join the Saturday afternoon shoppers in the busy centre.

Sarah snuggled into Mike shoulder and they walked very slowly trying to stretch out these beautiful moments as long as she could. Just before they reached the bridge that would take them back over to Clare College Mike stopped and turned towards her. He looked at her and smiled.

"This has been a wonderful week for me getting to know you," he said holding her waist.

"Me too," she whispered.

"I'm afraid I have a confession to make," he said softly.

Her eyes gave way to the panic she suddenly felt. What was he going to say?

"I have to say I am growing very fond of you."

He pulled her towards him and kissed her full on the lips. She realised that that was to be his confession and melted in his arms. They kissed for a long while in the quite of the October evening moving slowly and caressing each other bodies with their hands. She felt him growing as they pressed against each other and knew the time for her next decision was rapidly approaching.

They met at seven on Sunday and drove to an upmarket restaurant situated on the Ely road a few miles North of Cambridge. They had a wonderful evening chatting about their day together on Saturday and Mike's time at the university. It was Sarah's turn to drive and the restaurant had been very romantic. So good in fact that she had almost forgotten about the plan she had formulated but it was still there in the background.

She knew she was very fond of Mike and he had said as much the day before. She also knew that the relationship would need to move on naturally and that they would both want to go to the next stage, in their own ways. She knew Mike would be wanting to sleep with her and the time had come for Sarah to act.

Since she had made the call to the support line she hadn't thought much about the issue preferring to put the memory of Kent as far away as possible but over the last few days she began to realise that she had to face up to the situation once more. The difference this time was that she would be much more in control. She had been planning what to say all during the day turning the words over and over in her mind, trying out different scenarios, attempting to gauge what Mike's reaction might be and when the best moment would to break the secret might appear. It wasn't easy and by the time she left to meet him her head was spinning. Mike had noticed she was quite on the drive back to his apartment but did not mention it.

The night was clear and a bright moon shone out ahead of them as she pulled into a free bay which was dark and out of the way behind a large hedge of the small apartment block. She turned off the engine and the car lights went out. Mike leaned across and put his arm around her. She knew the moment she was dreading had arrived and she was terribly nervous. Mike was completely different to Kent but she was still unsure about how he might react.

He leaned over and they kissed. He is so nice she thought, I can't let him go but then he put his hand on her knee and she froze inside as the memories returned. She gripped his wrist hard forming the line which he could not, must not pass. They kissed again and he pulled slowly away. He smiled.

"What's the matter, you've been quite all the way home?" She looked into his eyes and suddenly all of her energy disappeared. She couldn't do it. She had the words ready but they just seem to evaporate away. No, not now. Not this time. Not ever. Her head reeled. Then she became calm and very detached. All she had to do now was to say the final goodbye and then go home. It was just too difficult after all and she was scared.

"I'm sorry Mike there is something I have to say. We won't be able to see each other any more," she told him despondently and anxious now to get away.

"What do you mean?" he asked, "is there someone else?"

"No, it's not that, it's something entirely different, there's nobody else."

"I thought we were having such a great time, this evening was wonderful and yesterday too," he said, "is it me?"

"No not at all, I like you a lot Mike and we have had a great time but I can't tell you what it is, that's all. I'm sorry," she said staring forward out of the windscreen her hands clenching steering wheel, the skin of her knuckles white-tight.

He leaned over and pulled her chin gently round and kissed her on the lips once more. He pulled away and smiled, so nicely that it would have melted ice.

"Is the thing you can't tell me," he said very softly and very slowly kissing her again, "the fact that... underneath that gorgeous body and that beautiful face....there is a boy called Simon lurking around somewhere?"

Sarah was stunned. His words filled the air for a moment and then disappeared leaving a chasm behind. It felt like an eternity passed before she could speak again.

"When.... how could you know that?" she couldn't believe she had given herself away again. Once more her head was in turmoil at the words he had just uttered. Something completely unplanned, out of her control. She panicked for a second but then he kissed her again gently holding her waist.

"I've known right from the first moment we met. Remember when you dropped your bag in the bar and I picked up your mobile and driving licence. I noticed that it belonged to someone called Simon Robert Lindly. I just needed to be sure it was yours, that's all. I was intrigued initially which was why I asked you out just to see what would happen, but then it all changed. We seem to have such a nice time together this past week it just never seemed important after that. So I decided to wait and see what you would do. Whether you would tell me or let me find out on my own. I never thought you would want to call it off though."

Sarah was now in deep shock and couldn't say anything.

"So that's it. Don't worry, you never gave your secret away and I would really never have realised if I hadn't known. I'm sure no one else has the first idea of what lays beneath that wonderful figure. You were... are amazing and it really isn't a problem for me, is it for you?" he asked pulling her towards him again and putting his hand on her leg as before gently rubbing her smooth thigh. This time she let it stay there.

"No, Mike, not at all," she said and kissed him passionately.

"Good, now lets really get to know each other bodies properly you gorgeous lady," he whispered in her ear.

His hand slowly slid further up her nylon covered leg and she put her hand on his thigh feeling his balls inside his trousers. Her palm could fell the hard base of his cock and she slowly moved up his length. Oh my gosh, she thought, as her hand seemed to move upward forever, he is enormous. She slid down in her seat slightly as he moved further up her leg rubbing her gently between her thighs. It felt silky smooth just like the many other girls he had petted there, except for just a small but slowly hardening bulge. He rubbed and squeezed her so gently that her heart skipped a beat. Her skirt was up around her waist and her long nylon clad legs stretched out in front of her, thighs apart and moving rhythmically. Meanwhile she undid his zip and took out his sold cock rubbing it slowly up and down feeling it growing even harder in her hand. Her small fingers barely reached around the solid thick shaft. He slipped his hand under the waistband of her tights then into her panties and took her much smaller but equally hard cock in his fingers. Their tongues explored each other's mouths for a full fifteen minutes as they both stroked each other, fast at first and then slowing down the pace and speeding up again until each knew that the other was ready for that special moment. They kissed deeper and with a final flourish they brought each other off, pumping until they had no more to give and then calming down. They continued to kiss without stopping while they replaced each others clothes until they looked decent once again, then pulled back and smiled at each other.

"That was fantastic," he said at last. She lowered her eyes and took a deep breath.

"Mike, are you very sure that ...that this is what you want?" He kissed her again.

"Sarah. it's you I have got to know and become very fond of and yes, it's you that I want. You are every inch a beautiful woman, and I must say, the extra bits are quite nice too."

She heard the words but they sounded far away. She could hardly believe he was talking to her. She opened her eyes and saw him smiling again.

"Just so long as you don't mind of course?" he said with a quizzical look.

She laughed, "I want nothing more in the world right now." She hugged him hard in case he floated away.

"Good, but its late and I have to be out early for a meeting in Manchester tomorrow and I am away all week."

Suddenly Sarah panicked.

"When am I going to see you again," she was worried that he would just leave and she wasn't going to let him go in a hurry.

"How about I cook dinner for us on Sunday and we'll talk on the phone in the meantime."

"Alright, and..." she stopped.

"Yes ?" He nuzzled her hair smelling the sexy perfume she was wearing and tickling her ear with his tongue.

"are you really really sure about us, er, I mean me?"

"Look, I understand how you must be feeling, but I really like you a lot and I don't want to stop seeing you. I've got and idea," he took off his watch, "this was my eighteenth birthday present from my Mum and Dad right?" He handed the watch to her.

"Bring it with you on Sunday, OK?"

"Oh Mike I couldn't..." she looked down at the gold watch in her hand.

"Why not, are you going to run away?" he asked.

"No, of course not, but it was a present."

"Which is why I trust you to look after it for me and bring it with you on Sunday."

"OK" she said unsure what to do next. They kissed again then he got out of the car and walked around to the drivers door. She opened her window.

"Goodnight my sweet."

"Good night, Mike." She watched him walk off before putting the watch safely in the bottom of her bag.

She sat for a moment and watched him walk into the block. A curtained covered light came on in a third floor window. She let out a large sigh, started the car and pulled out of the drive heading back towards town. She couldn't believe what had happened. She had planned well but then lost her nerve at the last minute, and all that time he knew without letting on, never embarrassing her in any way. Oh how sweet he was. Now all seemed to be well or was it? Was he just trying to get rid of her? It didn't feel like it. No, it can't be after all he gave her his watch. What a wonderful gesture. She relaxed and smiled to herself. Everything seemed to be fine and she was looking forward to telling Deedi her marvellous news.

Sarah and Deedi travelled down to London on Friday evening. She had seen a lot of Mike the previous week and was missing him. Still at least the weekend with Deedi would take her mind off things.

The main event was shopping in Oxford Street on Saturday before going out for a bite to eat and then clubbing for the rest of the night. Deedi had become a great friend since that they had found out about each others secret and there was nothing they didn't share. Anything they didn't yet know about each was just a matter of time.

Sarah left Ealing and drove home early on Sunday morning after a light breakfast with Deedi. The roads were clear and the journey was straightforward which gave her time to think. She began to realise something that had had been evading her consciousness over the past few weeks and it had finally come to the forefront of her mind the night before when she had been chatting to Deedi. They had had a great time together and just before they went to bed their conversation had turned to the future.

The late Autumn sun was bright but there was a chill in the air as her car sped towards the M11. She had not really thought about the future much before that or about what she wanted and now she was going to be meeting Mike, who seemed to have accepted her for who, not what, she was. The conclusion flashed before her but felt like it had always been there.

She spent the rest of the journey pondering her decision and arrived back home at one o'clock. Clair noticed she was looking thoughtful and intuition told her to leave Sarah alone for a while. The table at Michel's Brasserie was booked for two thirty which just gave her time to get changed before Richard drove them all into town. They ordered their food and some drinks before Clair asked Sarah how her trip to London with Deedi had gone.

"We had a great time but there is something important I want to say to both of you," Sarah took a sip of her white wine. Clair and Richard waited without speaking.

"We said when we moved here, that living as Sarah would be a sort of trial for a year until I had to get ready to go off to university. Well I must admit, once we arrived there never seemed to be time to do much thinking and I suppose that part of the reason I have made this decision," she took another sip of her wine and continued.

"Life seems to be moving along so naturally that I often forget I am... or rather, used to be Simon. Living as a girl doesn't seem to have been as difficult as I thought it might have been and I don't think anyone has spotted that I am really a boy."

She chose her words carefully since she had never mentioned the incident with Kent to them or how Mike had tumbled onto her secret.

"Anyway after this week-end and thinking about things on the way back this morning I am pretty sure I want to stay as Sarah now and never return to being Simon. I owe so much to both of you for helping me over the months but I am clear now about what I want. Is that OK with both of you?"

Clair and Richard didn't respond each thinking the other might want to reply first. Finally Clair broke the silence.

"Of course we don't mind darling but are you very sure? It's a big step and a long way to go, I'm not even certain what you have to do next."

"If that's what you want Princess then I'm behind you all the way," said Richard when Clair had finished. They both held out their hands and Sarah took them in hers.

"I'm not clear what to do either but I do know it's the right thing for me. I have no doubts now."

"That's great," said Clair, "Now lets wish Richard happy birthday and worry about the rest later. Happy Birthday my love," said Clair raising her glass and kissing him on the cheek.

"Happy Birthday Dad," said Sarah leaning across and kissing him on the other cheek.

"Thank you to my two gorgeous ladies. Now where's my presents?" asked Richard.

They arrived back at five and Sarah went to have a shower. Richard looked at Clair and he knew she was thinking the same thing.

"I'm sure she will be fine," she said holding Richards hand.

"She is seeing her new boyfriend tonight I gather," said Richard.

"Yes and she said she might stay over."

"So he knows ... all about her... position then," Richard wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Yes, she said he knows and he's fine with it."

"Is he gay?"

"She said not," replied Clair.

"Oh." Richard thought for a moment, "Well, she will need all our support especially if or when she has the operation."

"She'll be fine. I agree with Sarah that having her around these last few months has seemed quite natural. In fact I often forget that she is still Simon underneath it all. Anyway there's lots to think about before we even contemplate operations. That's a long way off yet if at all."

Sarah showered and returned to her bedroom to dry off. She was pleased with the way her parents had taken it and now she was going to get ready for the next encounter, a significant one she hoped. It was to be a special evening for her but she was going to make sure it would be a night Mike would not forget either and as part of the plan she would have to wear something very special and very sexy. She took her time choosing her outfit.

Sarah arrived at Mike's flat at eight o'clock that evening as planned. The traffic was light and Mike opened the door almost as soon as she rang the bell. His eyes scanned her whole length then caught hers and he smiled.

"Wow, you look fabulous, I wasn't expecting a princess. Come in and let me take your coat," he said kissing her on the cheek. She smiled at what he had just called her thinking of her Dad.

She undid her coat an handed it to him revealing even more of her body for him to savour, which he duly did. She had chosen the lilac cocktail dress that she had worn at the conference. It had had the desired effect on Phil and she hoped that some of the magic would be left over for this night. Her stockings were a slightly shiny tan finished off with cream, very high-heeled shoes. Her dark hair had been brought up on top by her Mum the previous week and her make up was light but perfect. Mike immediately felt a stirring and had to adjust himself as he moved to put her coat in the hall cupboard. He turned back and took her in his arms and they kissed long and deep.

"I have something for you," she said softly.

"I was rather hoping you might say that," he said smiling.

She looked up and blushed, "Don't be naughty." She reached in her hand bag and passed him his watch.

"Well thank you lovely lady."

She lowered her eyes. "No, thank you Mike, that was a wonderful gesture and it meant a great deal to me."

"I know, I have been thinking about you a lot this week trying to imagine how it must seem to you. I would like to hear all about it if that's OK?"

"No problem, I'll tell you everything there is, no secrets."

"Well that's up to you of course but I don't want to know about the sordid bits."

She blushed again and kissed him once more. He couldn't talk while she was kissing him she thought.

He served dinner and they chatted about their week; his trip to Manchester and her week-end with Deedi. When they finished she moved into the lounge while he made coffee.

He came over to the sofa and sat next to her putting his arm around her shoulder. She moved in closer causing her dress to ride up her shapely thighs but still managing to hide the fact that she was wearing stockings. That would still be a treat for Mike to discover later she thought. She turned towards him and congratulated him on a wonderful dinner. He returned the smile and moved his lips slowly towards hers until they made the lightest of contact. They kissed for a long while.

"Will you be able to stay tonight?" he asked at last.

She nodded slowly and murmured, "yes, if you want me to."

For the next twenty minutes they sat together letting the soft music and the moment wash over them and she wondered if her friend Deedi was having a good time too.

"Come on baby, time for bed," said Mike at last, "and for me to make love to my gorgeous lady."

He got up, took her hand and led her to the bedroom. The table lamps were already on and bathed the room in a low, sensual light.

"I'm just going to switch off the lights and lock up, back in a minute. You could find some music to put on."

The bed was large and occupied the centre of the room backing onto a large picture window which looked out over the fields behind the apartment. It was dark now though and there was little to see outside. Sarah turned and saw the stereo system in the corner and a rack of tapes & CD's just to the left of the disc player. She walked over to the low wall unit and flicked through the boxes. She didn't recognise many of the artists but saw one by a jazz trio playing romantic songs which she placed in the draw and switched on.

Mike returned a few minutes later and came over to where she was standing as she adjusted the volume. He slipped his hands around her slim waste and kissed her long white neck from behind. She turned and they stood close for many minutes just looking into each others eyes and smiling. In high heels she was almost as tall as he was and Mike gently stroked her soft white arms with his fingers sending electric shocks up and down her body. They smiled at each other again, taking their time and making sure this very special moment would last for ever.

He slid his palms around her arms to her shoulders very slowly caressing her milk-white skin as she held his waist. They moved a little closer and Mike took her cheeks in his strong hands and gently rubbed her red-soft lips with his thumbs. He smiled again.

"My darling, you are so beautiful."

She closed her eyes and let his voice envelop her body as the wonderful sound of his words drifted slowly around the room.

He leaned forward and touched her lips with his tasting her sweet lipstick. He pulled back and she opened her eyes. He leaned forward and kissed her again this time more passionately, running his hand through her hair and down her back playing with her neck. She held him tight as he gripped her cheeks with his firm hands. Now that she had found someone who wanted her she was not going to let him go. He pushed his tongue into her mouth searching for hers and playing with the tip. She pushed hers into his mouth which he held for a moment between his lips gently sucking on it.

Their arms were now wrapped tightly around each other and they kissed for a long time. He moved his hand to her shoulder massaging her gently and playing with her the hair on the back of her neck until he found the zip of her dress pulling it down, slowly and sensuously. Then with both hands he slid the straps from her shoulders and let the dress fall to the floor. His hands slipped over her warm silky flesh finding her bra clip and sliding it from her shoulders in the same way.

He pulled away from her, lowered his head and kissed each of her nipples letting his tongue dart in and out as he moved from one to the other. Sarah groaned with pleasure as she felt her cock harden inside her panties. Although she had no real shape to her breasts her nipples were large and very sensitive. His licking became faster and he took her nipples between his lips and sucked hard. She held his head tight making sure he could not pull away but finally he did, lowering himself to his knees and kissing her tummy. He then nuzzled his head into her panties feeling the bulge now contained within and kissed her again softly. His hands held the back of her legs feeling the smooth nylon of her stockings and the white flesh of her thighs. He slipped his fingers inside the rim of her panties and slowly eased them to the floor. Sarah stepped out and kicked them away. Her cock was now solid and pointing straight up to the ceiling. He kissed the tip very softly and licked the whole length with his tongue.

"Mmmm, that looks so beautiful," whispered Mike, "I just want to eat it all."

He wrapped his fingers around her small, slim shaft and pulled it towards him, kissing the tip softly again. She turned and saw their image in the large wall mirror. She looked so sexy standing there in her stockings and high heels with Mike's head working hard against her groin. He was turned slightly away and the picture was that of a real woman being pleasured by her man.

"Oh Mike," Sarah groaned again. He opened his mouth and slid over her solid cock-head, working it fast at first the then more slowly. Sarah's knees went weak but Mike gripped her smooth thighs and sucked harder taking her whole length into him until he felt her stiffen. She was ready to come but he slowed, and let his hand move over her body cupping her small breast and playing with her nipple with his fingers. The effect was immediate and she groaned again pushing herself toward him. He sucked harder this time and pushed toward her letting her cock slip all the way into his throat. He continued to squeeze her nipple with his fingers and caressed her stockinged leg with his other hand. She could not hold back any longer. She tightened her legs and pulled his head into her hips and then pumped in short spasmodic movements until her cock was spent. He moved his head away and stood up. They kissed again and she could taste her own sweet salty cum on his lips and in his mouth.

"My darling, you are so beautiful and that enormous clitty is just so sexy," Mike whispered again as her kissed her one more.

These were the words she longed to here. Not just his acceptance of her as she was but seeing her as she wanted to be, a real woman and him loving it.

He turned and gently lifted her onto the bed. She raised her knees slightly and parted her legs. Mike quickly removed his cloths and knelt in front of her just as she had fantasised that night in Manchester when she had been away with Andy at the conference. His cock had not softened since they had been in the bedroom together and now it was standing straight up almost touching his firm muscular stomach.

He took the oil from the bedside table and gently squeezed the plastic bottle onto the head of his cock. The oil ran slowly out and down the shaft like a thick curtain slowly covering its secret package. He put the bottle back on the table and wrapped his fingers around his rock hard flesh, stroking it slowly and working the oil up and down the whole length and around the head. Sarah watched longing for him to be inside her. She cupped her own flaccid cock in her hand hiding her boyhood completely and rubbing herself slowly, her fingers pointing towards where she wanted him the most. She looked just like a real woman caressing her pussy in readiness for her man. She pulled her heels towards her and lifted her hips showing him her entrance. He wiped his hands on the towel and threw it to the floor lifting her thigh with his free arm and, taking his un-yielding cock in the other hand, he pushed toward her easing the head of his now mammoth shaft against her tight little muscle. It was hard and bigger than ever, if that were possible. Oh how she wanted it inside of her. She moved her hips forward until she could feel his hard, hot tip just pushing into her. He eased forward very gently and then backed off slightly. She felt him enter her and then slip back.

"Oh Mike, I want you in me so much", she murmured and he pushed again this time with one long, slow thrust. Her muscle relaxed and her insides opened for him. He just kept coming, relentlessly, filling her completely until their hips were squeezed up against each other. His solid eight inches pushing all the way into her bowels. He pulled back now, practically the whole length and pushed forward once again, slowly and unremittingly. Back and in again. Gradually he sped up and she wrapped her arms around his neck, holding him tight. He eased his arm under her shoulder and held her smooth cheeks in the other and taking his weight on his elbow he pulled her round rolling onto his side. His arms were wrapped around her in a python like grip and they lay together facing each other perfectly still. She could feel him inside of her, hard and thick filling her completely and they just looked at each other, smiling and kissing. Her own cock was hard again and pressed between their stomachs. Slowly She brought her leg up onto his rubbing him with her stockings. He slid his hand down her leg and caressed her foot with his fingers.

"Have I told you that you have sexiest toes?" he said and kissed her again. He brought his hand up a few inches.

"and did I mention that you have the prettiest ankles?" he slowly stroked her calf with his palm.

"and wonderful long legs," he moved his hand further up her leg once more.

"and gorgeous thighs."

Sarah giggled. She loved this and closed her eyes.

He gripped her behind and squeezed her cheeks.

"and the most beautiful bum," he kissed her once more.

"and the most kissable lips."

"and the loveliest, tightest, hottest little pussy."

She could hardly move in his arms and he pushed hard forward with his hips. She was locked into him and impaled on his rock hard cock unable even to squirm as he eased out and pushed again.

"You are so beautiful," he said at last kissing the tip of her nose. She smiled once again.

"Am I really?"

"Not just beautiful but very sexy too."

They stayed locked together for nearly an hour until he moved again pushing softly and slowly increasing the rhythm. She gripped his calf with her leg and held his neck so that she could lean back, pressing her elbows into his chest. He began to move faster still and she matched his movements with her hips until he stopped and his whole body tensed.

He pulled back slightly and licked his thumb moving his hand toward her nipple. His soft touch sent a shock straight down to her hardening cock which was caught tight between their smooth stomachs.

She felt him throbbing as he started to move faster once again. She knew he was ready. Faster and faster now he pushed and she responded pushing against him devouring him with her insides, working him hard, sucking him dry. Finally he began to pump his creamy seed into her. On and on he went while their lips joined in a passionate deep kiss as he gripped her tight and then she arched her body. Her own cock shot its creamy load once again. They came together until she felt him slow and relax his grip on her. At last he stopped and their lips parted. Their eyes met and they both smiled. He stayed hard inside of her moving gently and they lay back letting the excitement of the moment slowly ebb away.

"That was unbelievable," said Mike.

"and for me too," she murmured.

"Time for sleep now," said Mike, "I'll wake you in morning and make love to you once again, if that's OK?"

"I was rather hoping you might say that," she said.

"Good night my darling," and they kissed for the last time before she closed her eyes and feel into a deep, deep sleep with him still hard inside of her.

 

The End

 

Also just wanted to say thank you for all the nice comments.

Deedi also has her own story called Deedi Emerges and the final part of the trilogy telling how the two girls cope with their new lives together will be called - Coming Home.

Any further comments and feedback gratefully received robz8000@hotmail.com

  

  

  

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