Jazz's Story - Part 3

The next morning, Jaspreet prepared her tactics with her usual care. Her experience the day before still hummed in her. But it wasn't as an isolated memory that dominated her thoughts. Rather it was like getting a brand new phone: She wouldn't be content until she had found out all the things it could do.

She fished out a white cotton dress from her cupboard. It was ideally suited because she could whip the whole thing over her head in a split second. This was important. She knew that Andy was not entirely at ease with things: His comical awkwardness after yesterday's sex showed that. He wanted her, madly. She knew that. But if she wasn't careful he might back away and that would be that.

She wanted him to be at ease. She wanted sex to be the most natural thing between them. Nothing strange. Nothing to worry about. Just business as usual. Then, perhaps, they might be able to experiment a bit more.

So, she had it planned. They would spend the morning working. Perfectly normally. Then, maybe, sex at lunchtime? And afterwards back to work. Totally normal, right?

She had left her laptop and notes there the day before, so she didn't need to carry anything with her. She watched carefully through the window. She saw Andy, wearing trousers rather than his habitual shorts, head down the stairs to start his day. Then she made her move.

She was just leaving her bedroom when, on impulse, she wriggled her knickers down her legs and kicked them into a corner. Then, she dexterously undid her bra, pulled it out, and threw that across the room too. Feeling faintly self conscious about the breeze between her legs, she set off.

She was fairly bouncing with excitement by the time she knocked on his door, and when Andy opened it (holding his habitual, wonderful, sexy cup of tea) she pinged past him like an India rubber ball, chatting away at breakneck speed about her essay, about the news, about Kim, about tea, and heaven knows what else. Andy had that shell shocked look on his face again, which Jaspreet found so adorably funny.

In the face of this total bombardment of happy inconsequentiality, Andy had no defence. First he smiled. Then he laughed. Then they were chatting away together like... Well, like Jaspreet would with Kim.

She missed being able to look at his legs.

They worked at the same table where, merely hours ago, she had been stretched naked with his cum dripping from her pussy. Neither of them mentioned this. Although every now and then Andy shook the table experimentally, and looked under the table at its legs, and though worried the thing would collapse at any moment.

It was actually really lovely. Andy kept wandering out into the kitchen and keeping her constantly supplied with tea. And every now and then Jaspreet would ask a question about her essay and Andy would give an answer that always made sense and never patronised her.

But Jaspreet hadn't forgotten about her plan, and was soon looking pointedly at the clock and sighing dramatically. Finally, Andy looked up and asked if she wanted some lunch.

Jaspreet jumped up immediately. "Yes!" She growled triumphantly. "I'll get it! You sit down! "

And he did. Jaspreet tore around the kitchen like a whirlwind, opening cupboards and drawers a d pulling out anything she could. She found a whole bag of popcorn (she loved popcorn ), and was delighted to discover that he had a box of her favourite chocolate cereal.

That would do nicely.

Throwing her discoveries carelessly on a tray together with bowls and spoons and a carton of milk, she teetered back into the living room where Andy sat on the sofa.

She put the tray carefully on the coffee table and straightened up, brimming with excitement.

"Alrighty then! " She grinned, and with one movement pulled her dress up over her head and flung it dramatically behind her. She laughed at Andy's shocked face as he stared at her naked body. She tiptoed daintily over to him, and climbed on his lap, legs straddling him and her breasts up close to his face. Leaning down, she kissed him just as he seemed to be opening his mouth to speak.

"Greeaaarerhh! " He protested, his voice vibrating through her lips and teeth. Oh, but her tongue was deep in his mouth and their lips were sliding around together. She could feel him sinking into her. Softening. One of his hands came up to her side, just near her breast.

Jaspreet broke away from the kiss, and looked at Andy seriously.

"We can't! " Andy said quietly and with no conviction at all. Even as he said it, his eyes dropped to her breasts and he swallowed hard.

He just looked so utterly adorable just then. Desperate for her, but conflicted. He was a lot older than she was. Perhaps he thought it was inappropriate? Perhaps he was worried about what her parents might say? But the desire! Oh, that desire was there. His eyes were drinking in her body, devouring it.

She needed him to know that this was right. This was normal.

"What's wrong? " She said, in a pouty voice and pushing her lower lip out like a grumpy toddler. "You don't want this? " And she lifted her tiny breast up with her hand, and guided the nipple into his mouth. And like an infant, he began to suck on it gently. Then his arms came around her and pressed her body into him, stroking her back, and down to her backside.

Jaspreet squeezed her hands down and between them and began grappling with his belt. She had to lift herself up to slide the belt from the waistband, and then she undid the buttons. She could feel him swelling up under her hands and this made her frantic. With Andy kissing one breast and fondling the other, she scrabbled at his boxers until she made contact with his cock. Her position was awkward though, and she had to force Andy to break away from her breasts so she could each down and clasp the shaft of the penis fully, feeling it growing harder and harder in his hands.

They were face to face now, and she kissed him again, her fingers twined around his cock. Oh it felt good. It was hot and hard and she wanted it. She wanted it so much. She had to feel it, just had to feel it again inside her.

Together they managed to get Andy's t-shirt off and trousers and boxers down, leaving his cock pointing straight up and bobbing as though listening to music. Jaspreet grasped it again, and climbing back on top of him she held the tip of it against her clitoris. Slowly she moved it around, just as Kim had done with the vibrator all those nights ago. She rubbed the tip over the smooth rounders at the top of her clitoris, and around the lips of her pussy, round and round. And all the while she stared straight into Andy's eyes, and he stared straight back.

There were so many components that made up Jaspreet's feelings right then. The hot tingling feeling of his penis against her clitoris. His hands on her backside squeezing her buttocks. His eyes, glistening and wide, while his expression seemed frozen in that moment just before he might cry out.

Jaspreet's mouth was open, and she could even feel a slight dribble of salvia creeping from the corner of her mouth. But she didn't care.

Round and round.

And then slowly she sank down onto him. His cock pushed hard against her lips, which folded in before it, giving a trivial resistance before the head dropped suddenly into the warm moisture of her vaginal opening. And then gently, slowly all the way until his cock was fully inside her, filling her.

There was a ringing sound in Jaspreet's ears. And then she realised the sound was her. All the way down onto his cock she had been letting out an elongated groan, high pitched and wavering.

Right then she felt full. Complete. That ache of emptiness was replaced by a sensation of her insides stretching and squeezing around him. She rotated her pelvis, and every tiny movement brought a new sensation. Pressed against a million new nerve endings. Sent new sparks up through her stomach and into her throat.

Andy put his hands down on either side of him to keep them steady, while Jaspreet held on to Andy's shoulders for support. Then Jaspreet gently started to move herself up and down - just enough to feel the sliding movement on the entrance to her vagina, that was gripping his cock like a vice. Their bodies were tight up together, and as Jaspreet bobbed gently up and down her nipples stroked up and down over Andy's chest, making them tingle. Jaspreet pushed her breasts up hard against him and rubbed herself to clear the itch, bringing their faces so close together their noses were pressed together. Hot breath mingled, and they stared unblinking into each other's eyes. Their lips met, but their mouths stayed open and they gasped heavily into each other's mouths.

With each bob down, Jaspreet could feel the tip of Andy's cock inside her, nudging up against something. It was like he had reached the end of her vagina and was pushing at the wall to break through it. The sensation was a little uncomfortable, and she had a strange vision in her head of his cock bursting through into her stomach from where it wouldn't come out. They would have to be ambulanced to the hospital with his cock inside her, and everyone looking.

With this awkward thought, she adjusted her position slightly, allowing her hips to rotate rather than having to lift herself up on her legs alone. This stopped his cock from pushing all the way up and her movements became more back-and-forth, and with this movement she felt a sensation in the front of her vagina. It felt like... Well, she wasn't sure what it felt like. Like the feeling of urinating when you are really desperate, but in a good way. But she could only feel this when Andy's cock was mostly out, so she began to shunt him in and out more rapidly. The sensation was like a deep bass note, swelling within her.

Whatever it was, it felt new and glorious. All anxieties about the depth of his penetration were blanketed by insatiable desire. She could feel the heat rising in her, and beads of sweat forming on her body. Eyes still fixed on Andy, lips still touching, she went into overdrive. Desperately running his cock inside her, moving it around, searching for new points of contact, anything to keep that bass note resonating.

Andy's eyes widened. His body tensed. Then his face crumpled and he grabbed Jaspreet by the waist and pushed himself up, pushing his cock up as hard as it would go. "Fuuuuuck!" He yelled. Again, that burst of heat inside her. Then a sagging, sinking feeling as all the tension went out of him. He sank back onto the sofa, eyes squeezed shut.

Jaspreet continued to rock back and forth, drinking in the force of his reactions. Whatever he had experienced, it had made his face to that. And she was the reason. She made him feel that way. Her. It made her feel powerful. And elated. Never mind that she hadn't orgasmed. Never mind that she could feel his cock wilting inside her, and the cum dribbling down. My god, this was good.

And then all the strength left her. Like a plug being pulled from a bath. Kissing his lips gently one final time, she slumped over sideways onto the sofa. Andy's cock flopped out of her. This time he didn't immediately look for something to wipe up the mess. They just lay there on the sofa. Andy with his legs stretched out, and his head thrown backwards. Jaspreet, with her legs across Andy's lap, and her face in a cushion.

Gently, Andy stroked Jaspreet's legs and buttocks. As though she were a cat. It was comforting. Finally Jaspreet got up and stood in front of the sofa. She looked at Andy, and his full naked glory. And, almost as if to just check it was real, she reached out and grasped his sticky, limp cock.

Andy barely noticed. He seemed half asleep.

Jaspreet looked curiously at the sticky residue on her hands, and tasted it it experimentally with her tongue. It wasn't very nice. It wasn't horrible or anything. It taste a bit like a cleaning product.

She padded into the hallway, and then went up the stairs to look for a shower. At the top of the stairs was the window that looked across to her bedroom, and she froze for a spit second in case there was someone in there who could see her. But all she could see was the shadowy reflection of her own naked form.

She peeked into Andy's bedroom. It was pretty uninteresting. A king-sized bed, neatly made. Drawers and cupboards all shut. She would have liked to explore all those cupboards and drawers, but there was no rush. There would be time for that.

Along the corridor she found the shower, and after a little fumbling about she worked out how to turn the thing on. With the hot stream coursing down her body she found herself trembling a little, her legs weak. She washed quickly with Andy's shower gel, which smelled deliciously of Andy. Then she used the first towel she could find, and put on the dressing gown that was hanging on the door. Then she went back downstairs.

Andy was exactly where she had left him. His eyes were closed, but she couldn't quite tell if he was asleep or not. With a cheeky leer, Jaspreet did a small sexy dance routine, undoing the dressing gown and letting it fall.

Andy didn't move. Oh well.

She picked up her dress and put it back on, quietly gathered her things. Then she gave Andy a gentle kiss on the lips, a last lingering look and his cock that was now curled in on itself, and left the house.