Pursuing Andrea

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Caution: This Romantic Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Romantic, Heterosexual, Fiction, Oral Sex, Petting, .

Desc: Romantic Sex Story: What do you do if you're eighteen and in love with a twenty-six-year-old woman who thinks you are a child? Read "Pursuing Andrea" and find out!

Mike settled back into the couch as he flipped the remote hoping to find a good tit show. He glanced at the clock noting it would be at least a half hour before Andrea came home from her date. Not finding anything interesting on the set, he threw the remote on the coffee table and picked up his cigarettes. He drew in a deep breath as he lit one and started hacking.

“Dammit,” he sputtered as he coughed a few more times. He grabbed his can of Pepsi to ease the burn and set it down when he realized it was empty. Shit that burned. Why shouldn’t it? This was my thirtieth cigarette today.I guess I better slow down if I want to live to twenty. Getting up, he went to the freezer and pulled a Pepsi out. Mike shivered as the coldness went down his throat soothing the burn away. He glanced at the fifth of rum sitting on the counter. No, I better not. His mind flipped through the faces of his uncles, each of which had died from drinking.

Stepping back into the living room, he glanced around and saw the cans and overfull ashtrays. Shit, Andrea will kick my ass if she sees this! He set his drink down and cleaned the room, taking time to wipe down the coffee table. He had just sat down when he heard David’s Corvette pull into the drive.

Well, here we go, I hope she doesn’t invite the asshole in. He heard the engine shut off and sat back and waited. After a few minutes, Mike got up and chanced a look out the window. He jerked as he saw her head lifting from David’s crotch as she wiped her mouth with a tissue. His eyes burned as he went back to his seat and rested his head in his palms.

Fuck, why do I set myself up for this shit? I KNOW I’m eighteen and she’s twenty six. I know she thinks I’m too young to take care of her and Ronny. Yet, I put myself through this time after time. Mike took a deep breath to steady himself He wiped his eyes and lit another smoke. He had just finished it when Andrea walked in. He pasted a grin on his face.

“Hey, did you have fun?”

“Yeah, we went dancing for awhile then went to Angelo’s for a few beers.” Andrea grimaced as she limped toward the couch.

“What’s wrong?”

“Oh, I shouldn’t have worn these heels. I think I pulled a muscle dancing.”

“Lay down on the floor and I’ll massage your legs for you.”

Mike could see the idea turning in Andrea’s mind.

“You wouldn’t try anything would you?”

He stared at her. “Really?”

Andrea dropped her eyes. “OK”

Mike helped her to the carpeted floor and grabbed a small pillow from a chair and placed it under her head. “Just relax, I’ll be back in a second. He got up and went to the kitchen. Rummaging through a drawer he found a small hand towel and dropped it in the sink. He turned on the water and adjusted it until it was lukewarm. Turning off the water he wrung the hand cloth out and walked back into the living room and sat by Andrea’s feet.

“What are you doing?”

Mike smiled at her. “Wait and see.” He pulled off one of her high heeled shoes.

“Mike, no.”

“Shh. Just relax and let me pamper you a bit.”

Andrea sighed in resignation and closed her eyes. Mike pulled off her other shoe and washed her feet, massaging each through the wet cloth.

Andrea moaned. “That feels soo good.”

“I’m glad you like it.” When he finished he tapped her foot with his finger. “Turn over.”

“Do I have too?” Andrea groaned.

“Yes.”

Mike set the cloth on the coffee table. “How’s your back?”

“It’s ok, It’s my legs that hurt.”

Mike took a slow deep breath as he realized his hands were trembling. Damn, her ass is fine. I wonder? Stop it! Just massage her legs. Andrea groaned as Mike began to work tension out of her legs. He did allow the edge of his hand to graze the bottom curve as he worked the knots out of her thighs. I wish she wasn’t wearing jeans. Who am I kidding? I wish she wasn’t wearing anything.


How was Ronnie?”

Andrea’s voice snapped him out of his reverie.”Umm, he’s fine he went to sleep about twenty minutes after you left and got up once to use the bathroom.”

“That’s good”

Andrea started to groan again as Mike massaged her calves. She jumped when Mike pressed his thumb into one.”Ouch!”

“Sorry.” He went back to the softer, rubbing he had been doing. After about 10 minutes he heard light snoring. He stopped and shook her shoulder.” Hey, sleepyhead let’s get you to bed.”

“Whaah? I’ve got to take you home.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

“Alright.”

He helped her up and led her down the trailer’s dark hallway to her room. Mike flipped on the light and pulled down the covers. He turned around and almost shat himself. Andrea had shucked her jeans off and was standing there in her shirt and pink panties with her arms held out to him in a child like manner. “Hug?”

He stepped into her embrace and pulled her tight, feeling her lithe body conform to his. He closed his eyes and luxuriated in the sensation and inhaled the apple blossom scent of her hair

“You always know how to make me feel better.” She whispered. Andrea gave him a tight squeeze and ended the embrace. She stepped around him and crawled into her bed.

The sight of her ass showcased in sheer pink panties inflamed him. His erection pushing against his jeans sent a twinge of pain through him. Oh Shit! He turned to the side and grabbed the blanket and pulled it up on her. He turned the light off and leaned down and kissed her forehead.

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight.” Andrea said as she stifled a yawn.

Mike turned towards the door, “I love you.” he whispered as he walked out.

Andrea’s scream woke Mike. His shin slammed the oak coffee table as he jumped to his feet.”OW, shit!” Mike stumbled across the dark living room. He caught his balance as his head rocketed towards the wall. He scrambled down the hall and burst into Andrea’s bedroom. Andrea was closed in on her self and sobbing.

Mike sat on the bed and hugged her to himself. “What’s wrong?”

“G ... g ... eorge was hurting me.”

“Shh, shhh, George isn’t here. He’s not in your life anymore. You’re safe. I’ve got you.” He whispered.

Her crying softened, She nestled into him and laid her head on his shoulder. Andrea drew a ragged breath. “I’m scared will you stay with me?”

“Of course, here, lay back.”

Mike got under the blanket and pulled her close. “Go to sleep I’ve got you.” He stroked her hair as he listened to her breathing. Eventually, it slowed and deepened. She shifted position and put her leg across him and mumbled a moment before starting to snore. He lay awake and watched her sleep. How could anyone ever hurt her? She’s so beautiful. It was first light when he drifted off.

Somebody was shaking him.

“Mike wake up.”

He opened bleary eyes to see Andrea staring at him, her face contorted with anger.

“What?”

“Why are you in bed with me?”

Mike pushed himself into a sitting position and stretched. “You had a nightmare and asked me to stay with you.”

Surprise and realization darted across her face as she blushed and face palmed herself. “Oh, I did. Didn’t I.”

Mike snickered at her. “Yep, I told you one day you’d invite me to your bed.”

Andrea smacked his arm. “Stop it. You have to get up before Ronnie sees us in here.”

Mike yawned and pointed at her. “You snore.”

“I most certainly do not!”

“Yes you do. In fact, I can see I’ll need to invest in earplugs.”

Andrea snorted “I don’t see why. You’ll never need them. Now, go get dressed and I’ll get Ronnie up and make breakfast.”

Mike was sitting at the table when Ronnie padded in carrying crayons and paper. “Will you color with me Mike?”

“Sure pardner”, Mike lifted the five year old into his lap, “We can color while Momma gets breakfast ready and then we’ll have to put it away, OK?”

“OK”

“Mike?”

“Yeah, buddy?”

“Why was momma crying last night?”

“She had a bad dream and it scared her.”

“I don’t like it when Momma cries.”

Mike hugged the little man. “I don’t like it either. That’s why we have to take good care of her.”

Ronnie got quiet and colored for a few minutes. He looked up at Mike. “Are you going to be my daddy?”

Mike gulped. “I don’t know. I’d like to be.”

“I’d like you to be too.”

“Boys, it’s almost time to eat.” Andrea called from the kitchen.

Mike tickled Ronnie “Okay, let’s put this up and help momma set the table.”

After breakfast, Andrea pulled out her IPAD. “Here Ronnie, Mike and I have to talk. Why don’t you take this to your room and play?”

“ALL RIGHT!” He grabbed it and zoomed away laughing.

Andrea went and poured a cup of coffee and grabbed another Coke for Mike.

She sat across from him, a serious look on her face.

“What’s up?”

“I heard your conversation with Ronnie. It isn’t fair to give him hope like that.”

Mike glanced at the table and turned his gaze to her. “Why not? I have hope.”

Andrea sighed,”MICHAEL! I’ve already told you that you’re too...”

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