Chapter 2

In the morning light Andrew motored south, going much further south than he had ventured before. He remembered Tony saying that the stretch of river down to Great Yarmouth was quiet and featureless. He was able to refill his coffee without hitting a bank or another boat so he left the other two to sleep off their carnal excesses. He spent the quiet hours between 6.00 and 9.30 thinking about how debauched Maggie would be in the run back up to Wroxham. Prime his pump as it were for Merry and Helena awaiting him back at Trinity. Hmmm.

“Where are we Andrew? Have we been driving the whole time?”

“According to the map we have just passed Stokesby.”

Andrew showed Tony.

“Did you not sleep at all?”

“No. I got six hours last night. I can live on six hours for several days. Once I was back on the river I just kept going. I am not the best at docking and there was nobody to hold the lines, was there?”

“Oh, yeah. Oops.”

Tony’s utter lack of contrition made Andrew laugh.

“Go and make us some breakfast and send the captain up to take over.”

Once again Maggie gave Andrew a peck on the cheek.

“It reminded me of that set you shot with Naomi. When I could put my feet on your shoulders I knew you were as close as my gynecologist. And then when Tony handed me Lord Sutch I was fucking rabid.”

“Lord Sutch?”

Maggie looked embarrassed.

“It makes me scream. And my idiot husband named it after Screaming Lord Sutch. Men!”

Andrew smiled, he thought it was quite clever.

“Stop smiling. It will just encourage him. In fact I should worry whether it will encourage you.”

Andrew stood up and checked up and down the river, there was not another boat in sight.

“Hand me your nightshirt please.”

Maggie looked about as well before pulling it over her head.

“Thank you. You are not to sit down while you steer.”

Andrew turned and headed down the steps.

“Andrew! What if another boat approaches?”

He stopped and looked back over his shoulder.

“Holler out. Tony or I should be there in plenty time.”

Andrew paused.

“Well maybe.”

Maggie’s ‘Andrew!’ was helium filled. Tony and Andrew sat in the cabin and had breakfast, although they didn’t take long. When they returned to the top deck Maggie was still standing looking happy but nervous. And with organ stops for nipples. Tony knelt behind Maggie his arms round her stomach.

“You shouldn’t worry about encouraging Andrew. He did so well with your last present. Remember all the things we looked at when we were in Amsterdam?”

Maggie flushed but nodded.

“Do you think he will bring you a present back at the end of the summer? You know he has a very dirty mind, dirtier even than yours. I wonder what he will buy for you next?”

Once again the helm was abandoned and Andrew learned that Tony could make Maggie scream just as well as Lord Sutch. They were away for an hour and Andrew only heard faint echoes of their second time. When they returned Maggie was back in her sundress.

“Tony is always complaining he is not a young man any more, but I am not a young woman either. I need a break. I can’t believe you have been here less than 24 hours and you have broken me.”

He got a mock whack on the arm.

“Bad Andrew.”

He was then pulled into a huge hug.

“Thank you.”

She pulled him down and kissed him before relaxing at the helm beside her husband. They took a break from tormenting Maggie and moored the boat at Great Yarmouth and walked over the small isthmus to the beach. They strolled north away from the port and dodged English seaside life. There was chaos all around them yet it just passed them by. After a nice dinner at one of the hotels overlooking the beach they returned to the boat and headed back up the River Bure. Tony drove, Andrew had his camera and Maggie lounged around naked, but it was goofing off, playing about.

“Are you done with shoots?”

Maggie shook her head.

“I doubt that I can match the intensity of this morning, I don’t know that I want to match that intensity all the time. Let’s see how far up the river we get before we run out of light. If we can get to that place outside Ludham, the little separate channel, you know I love to pose where there is that frisson of risk. That was what made this morning so heightened, I had no clothes and was standing up. I know I should have some clothes on, be sitting down, even be steering from down here. But I love to force myself to risk exposure.”

Obligatory laughter.

“It will be 9.30 tomorrow morning, boats will be cruising by and I will be naked on our deck. At any moment a boat could come into that little channel just like us. And then when you factor in Andrew, his hungry eyes and his camera and it just ratchets right up. I am getting all horny just thinking about it. Bad Andrew.”

They all laughed. At 9.00 they were at the Acle Bridge, there was plenty of space at the quay there. It was less than two hours to Ludham so they moored for the night. The following morning was much more civilised, they slept later, stopped halfway to Ludham for breakfast at a little café and were tied off in the little channel right at 9.00 in the morning. It was a fun couple of hours. They all came down off the boat and made a small path for Maggie through the undergrowth. With Tony acting as a scout Maggie waited until a boat went past, stepped out from behind a tree and then Andrew would take several pictures of her with the boat over her shoulder. They managed this three times in each direction, and filled another roll of film.

At least Tony and Maggie helped Andrew untie the boat this time before disappearing to their cabin. Andrew knew the shoot they had just finished resonated strongly with Maggie and they were halfway back to Wroxham before the two of them returned to the upper deck, for what felt like the 10^th time since Friday. Tony had been dragged off for a lot of husband privileges. They took turns packing up and getting everything ready for transfer to the car. Everything was stacked and ready and Tony had the helm as they came closer to Wroxham.

“When do you get back?”

“Teatime on Tuesday.”

“When are you off again?”

“The train on Friday morning.”

“What’s that, not even two and a half days.”

“It is either do that or not come up at all. The May Ball is always on the Monday of the last week and my annual camp with the OTC always starts on the Saturday. I have taken the Friday night sleeper before but I have to see one of the Professors on Friday afternoon. It is tough but there is no other way.”

“What about the summer?”

“I will write and let everyone know. But it might be September before you see me again, well other than dinner next week.”

“You are not going to come by the shop, the studio?”

“There won’t be time. I have meetings about one of the Trusts, I want to spend time with Grandma, Suzanne, Leslie and Julian, you guys, maybe Pete. Even just saying all that makes it seem impossible.”

Andrew sighed.

“It would have been nice to invite you all down to the house. Actually spend a relaxing couple of days. There never seems to be enough time. Ignore me, I am moaning. These two days have been fun.”

“Are they really fun for you.”

“Of course they are. You are two of my closest friends. I just have to see how happy you both are, and how you egg each other on. The two of you have scared half the wildlife in Norfolk. I thought of you when I was in the store at Ludham Bridge. They had a whole rack of cheesy signs, and there was one. Don’t come knockin’ if the boat she is a rockin’, or words to that effect.”

They laughed and didn’t deny it. The rest of the afternoon was a pfaff. Everything seemed to take longer than it should and there were inevitable caravans on roads in all directions but at 3.45 Andrew had them pointed north. He had a 10 minute walk to get back to Trinity and they had a straight shot north out past Girton.

When he returned to his room he dumped his bag, did his push-ups and sit-ups, had a quick shower and suddenly was very keen to find two graduating 3^rd years. Helena was closer so Andrew went over to her room on the south wall of Great Court. When he knocked he heard a rustling inside the room.

“Who is it?”

“It’s Andrew.”

Helena’s head peeked round the door and he was pulled into the room and she locked it behind her. Merry was lying naked on Helena’s bed looking dishevelled but gorgeous. Helena had answered the knock equally naked and pulled his head down for a kiss. He could taste Merry on her lips.

“Hurry up and get naked, we started without you.”

After trying to drown Helena with his first pop Andrew was sucked back to hardness by Merry.

“Doggy, side by side. If you wanted to kiss that would be good.”

With the first pop out of the way Andrew fucked them both hard, a weekend of visual teasing from Maggie being cleansed from his system. It was selfish but he needed it. He switched between the two of them and when he felt his balls tightening for the second time Merry was off the bed in his arms as he pulsed into the condom. Rather than lie on Helena’s bed they leaned against the wall sideways, there was much more room.

“Andrew you were holding me like a wheelbarrow, my legs were off the bed. Where did that come from?”

“I met a couple of friends for the weekend and had to listen to them fuck like bunnies the whole time. Once was funny but after the 10^th time over the weekend I was looking forward to getting back to College.”

Merry leaned in and kissed him, Helena followed suit.

“Can you give me their address please, I want to send them a thank you note.”

He laughed.

“We have been playing around for three hours, I came over after lunch, and it has been great. But we both realised that we really like cock. It was nice to experiment and the kisses were soft and gentle and we both knew our way around a woman. But Helena would be eating me out or even just lying beside me kissing and I was thinking I needed a good fucking.”

“And I was thinking the same thing. This really was an amazing experiment, days from graduating I know that I prefer men. A woman would be a nice alternative but by preference nothing beats getting fucked.”

Helena shrugged.

“So hurry up and get hard again, I want to feel you fucking me as I kiss Merry, tease and lick her nipples, guzzle greedily on her moist little pussy.”

Helena’s dirty talk had the intended effect and Andrew wrapped up. They pushed him flat on the bed and Helena lowered herself down on him. Merry then knelt over Andrew’s stomach so that she and Helena could kiss while Helena was fucked. Which left Andrew with idle hands and Merry’s cute little bottom right in front of him. And you know who makes work for idle hands...

Using Merry’s leaking lubrication Andrew started teasing, caressing and gently pressing against her rosebud. No penetration yet but just a focus of all the sexual sensations on that part of her body. Merry leaned back from kissing Helena who took the opportunity to latch onto a nipple.

“Fuck, he is playing with my arsehole.”

When Helena came they swapped positions although Helena knelt across his thighs behind Merry. Kissing Merry’s neck, Helena’s left hand teased her nipples while the other continued Andrew’s exploration. When Helena’s finger popped into Merry’s arse Andrew could feel her pussy tighten up. And then he was conscious of the movement of her finger beside his dick. They were separated by the internal tissue but it was the oddest feeling. Andrew felt Helena move and lie down between his legs. The first time she had fingered Merry’s arse her fingertips had been pointing up. But now her fingers were orientated the other way and so like an old time Morse code operator Helena started tapping against the shaft of Andrew’s dick. It was very real, like her finger was there in Merry’s pussy. Andrew pulled almost all the way out and when Helena’s finger started its staccato tapping it was against the head of his dick.

“Put a second finger in and then press down, Merry let us know if it gets sore.”

Helena’s fingers constricted Merry’s vagina which meant Andrew’s dick rubbed against her g-spot with every thrust. She was babbling away and when she came she went through the roof. Merry slumped down on Andrew’s chest and Helena lay beside them, stroking Merry’s hair. Helena’s freakishly quick ability to bounce back from an orgasm was a source of wonder to Merry who would lie there in an orgasmic daze while Helena had an air of impatience for more. It was more than a minute until she was capable of speech.

“That is a new sexual experience for the first time in, I don’t know, years.”

“Was it okay? We didn’t hurt you, did we?”

“No, not at all. Everything just felt tighter, less space for everything. And the way you pushed just meant his fat dickhead was driving me wild. In case you hadn’t realised.”

Merry was recovering and she looked over at Helena.

“Want to try it?”

Helena all but pushed Merry out of the way. Rather than sit upright like Merry had, Helena lay on Andrew’s chest, letting him do the work of fucking her, while her arse was high, proud and just begging for attention. At first Merry tongued Helena’s little rosebud before slipping one and then two fingers into her. Andrew felt the same sensation, a downward pressure from Merry’s fingers and Helena had a small squeaky orgasm. But she wanted more. She dismounted and turned over so her back was against his chest. Andrew held his dick up while she impaled herself on it. Merry had gone and washed her fingers and returned to feast on Helena’s pink pussy. She alternated lips, tongue and fingers but when she slipped her fingers into Helena and her lips went in search of Helena’s clit they all knew it was going to be the big finish. Andrew was supporting Helena off his body so that his fucking wasn’t jostling Merry and the two of them fucked Helena into oblivion. Merry played Helena’s body like a Stradivarius, releasing the pressure as she crested before attacking her clit again and sending her back into the throes of another orgasm. Helena finally cried for mercy.

It had taken until that moment but Andrew and Meredith had finally made Helena unable to bounce back from an orgasm. It was nearly five minutes before she was capable of making sense.

“The physical was insane, I couldn’t stop coming and I really did need to call ‘mercy’. But even as my body was just thrashing around I had an out of body experience. It was if I was standing next to the bed watching myself be fucked by the two of you. Andrew just relentless fucking my arse while you, you crafty bitch, you were just toying with me. I imagined you taking your lips off my clit for 20 seconds or whatever it was but then smiling and attacking it again. That was the best sexual experience of my life.”

The three of them draped over each other and lay there dozing for more than an hour. But Merry hadn’t forgotten about her big finish. She wanted to experience the pause right before the head of Andrew’s cock slipped into her arse and Helena latched onto her clit. Helena got her revenge and took it one stage further. Merry’s little rosebud was stretched wide, distended but Helena kept hold of his cock and left it poised for an agonisingly long second before her fingers tapped 3-2-1 on the side of his cock and she let him plunge into Merry. Merry got her comeuppance as Helena and Andrew fucked her the way she and Andrew had fucked Helena, relentlessly. Andrew finally coming ended her torment but she later confessed to being seconds away from calling for mercy as well. That was Andrew’s fifth time coming and he was done. They were all done. It was uncomfortable and they were all hungry but they squished together and fell asleep.

The following morning Andrew sat sideways on the bed with his back against the wall with Helena and Merry kneeling on each side. They tried a three-way kiss all at once but it didn’t work so just went round the circle kissing the other two. After getting dressed Andrew kissed them again, but this time it was kisses of goodbye. As he and Merry walked down the stairs he was sad. They would see each other that night for the Ball but two important people were moving on and out of his daily life, not from his life forever but Cambridge University and Trinity College would be very different without them there.

The Ball itself? It was a fun night with endless dancing. Justin and Helena came together so that they each had a partner, as did Pedro and Olivia. The eight of them danced away having a blast and just switching round between dance partners. But it was not just Navya, Meredith, Olivia and Helena that Andrew danced with. He had 14 other hockey players that each received a dance. Interestingly Catherine Vickers, the first year friend of Navya Andrew had spoken to at the start of second term, she danced with him three times over the course of the evening. But the surprise of the night was the number of dances with Enfys Williams. They must have danced six times including three in a row at one point. She was graduating and if Andrew had been on his own he suspected they would have left long before dawn. Several other of the women’s rowing team also asked him to dance, there was a stretch where Andrew wasn’t off the floor for more than two hours. But the food at the Ball was fantastic as always and he didn’t fade away.