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Living Two Lives - Book 21

Copyright© 2024 by Gruinard

Chapter 12

Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 12 - We are entering the final year of the story. It is the end of the summer and Andrew's final year at university is only days away.

Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Consensual   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Rags To Riches   Light Bond   Interracial   White Male   White Female   Indian Female   Anal Sex   Analingus   Cream Pie   Exhibitionism   Oral Sex   Safe Sex  

The following weekend Andrew got back to his flat right at midnight. British Rail had been on time both from Cambridge and King’s Cross. The long journey up to Edinburgh had passed easily enough as he sat and studied the whole way. He even managed to get into First Class without the conductor assuming he was a stowaway. Suzanne was asleep on the couch when he got there, her efforts to stay awake until his arrival for naught. Rather than go through the motions they just stripped and fell asleep in each other’s arms. The sense of the familiar was wonderful as he molded himself to her arse. Hmmm.

Suzanne was waiting for him when he came in from his run and snogged him with much promise before scampering away from his grasp and heading for the pool. Neither of them dragged out the swimming and Andrew wanted to throw her over his shoulder and run back to the flat. They stripped in the hall before he did lift her onto his shoulder and carry her through to their bedroom. Even in midair before she landed on the bed Suzanne’s smile was dazzling. He grabbed an ankle, pulled her down the bed and buried himself balls deep in her in one needy plunge. This was nothing more than a quick frolic to clear the pipes and when he came Andrew stayed embedded within her. He straightened her legs up his body, kissing her dainty little feet as they rested on his shoulders and tightened his grip on the front of her thighs. Without a word Suzanne flung her arms wide and visually flaunted her body. She could feel his appreciation in her.

“Fuck me hard Andrew. I am going to fight you every step of the way, show me who is in control.”

This is what he had missed. Andrew loved solid women, with strong cores that could handle his strength and challenge him in bed. And at the very apex of them all was Suzanne Jenner. She was magnificent. What was even better was her fighting at no point threatened to interrupt the fucking. She flexed and twisted but remained impaled. But having a woman’s legs in an ‘el’ shape and holding her firmly by the front of her thighs is difficult to escape from. Particularly when they are not trying too hard to escape. When he came his eyes were screwed shut and Andrew sank to his knees at the end of the bed, Suzanne’s legs still on his shoulders but now just resting there. As the world sorted itself out and sprang back into focus he kissed the inside of Suzanne’s knee and started to work his way up her thigh.

“Give me a minute, you insatiable beast.”

She giggled as she got to her feet and went next door to the bathroom. Andrew gave her a minute before joining her in the shower which was nothing but an extended feeling up session. The hot water tank was their timer and as the water cooled they quickly cleaned up and dried themselves. Andrew wrapped a towel round his waist and went to start the coffee while Suzanne dealt with her hair. Suzanne had brought bread and milk so coffee and toast was waiting for her when she finally came through to the dining room. Rather than sit on one of the chairs she came and settled in his lap.

“Are you going to visit every weekend? A girl could get used to treatment like that.”

Andrew kissed her as his hands made free with her body.

“Sadly no. You have never looked better, when you flung your arms wide. Holy moly.”

They kissed and ate toast and kissed and drank coffee. Breakfast should always be that good.

“What are your plans? Our plans?”

“The only thing I must do is see Grandma. I think I will take her to church, it is funny to see her be so ruthless with her cronies. So I will be away from just after 10.00 until 2.00. You are welcome to come too but you don’t have to.”

“I will go and see Mum and Dad. One of them will come and get me and run me back later. Okay, what else?”

“Nothing else is planned. Give Leslie and Julian, and Tony and Maggie, calls and see if they are free, spend some time with them but other than that I came up to spend time with you. How is Glasgow?”

“The course is great, I am finding it surprisingly easy. I am not getting cocky or complacent but I am on track to do well. As you saw this morning my fitness regime is as regimented as your own. I will never be a runner but I swim every day and have been going to yoga three times a week. Fran and Nikki say hi and hope to see you at Christmas. Life in the flat is painless. I stay out two nights a week and one of the weekend nights as well to give them some alone time, normally I am in the library during the week anyway so it is no imposition. So all of those parts of my life are in good shape.”

She stopped and sighed.

“You can guess the rest already. My social life is reasonable, not great but I am not a lonely wannabe spinster. The problem is I can’t be bothered with men. They seem so shallow and young. You heard me talk about the summer, I find myself preferring to spend time with women. Fran has set me up with a nurse at her hospital. For low key meaningless encounters I am shying away from men and instead prefer women. You saw me an hour ago, I am hardly turning into a lesbian. So it is the mental or emotional parts that are driving this. I just don’t know how to be honest with someone about what I want and need.”

“Other than me does anyone else know?”

“Mum knows all of it now and although shocked beyond belief is being supportive but has no clue how to deal with it. Leslie, Fran and Nikki know some of it, probably most of it, but none of them know how to help either.”

“No other males, other than me?”

“Remember how you talk about the double standard when it comes to female nudity versus male. In my mind this is the same sort of thing. It is the thing that I have spoken to Nikki and Fran about the most. I want to be accepted for who I am, not judged and just left to get on with my life. So I am afraid of what people, especially men, would think or say about me, despite the fact that I am. Proud is not the right word, but accepting of my needs. They understand that dichotomy. I don’t know if this nervousness about being ‘found out’ is holding me back or whether it is just something that takes time to discuss as part of a relationship. I don’t know but what I do know is that I am unable to talk about it with many people. And you are the only man I have ever told. And Mum and the other three all know that you are helping me. Every single one of them was happy that it was you that I had turned to.”

Andrew had no idea what to think about that. It was only looking back on this time months later that Andrew realised it, but it was clear that one or both of them should have made a move, stopped pushing the resolution of all this off into the future and sat and talked about their feelings. But they were both scared of rejection and so they danced round it, rather than be honest with the other person.

“What do you need this weekend?”

Suzanne cuddled into his chest and he almost missed the whisper.

“Anything. Everything. Whatever you want.”

Andrew always felt the pressure to give Suzanne what she needed. And he also wanted it to be as perfect as possible every time. You can only appreciate great sex if you have had sex that was only good. But he was trying to make every one of these encounters as great as possible. There was a pressure to perform, and not in the usual way that men worry about. And maybe that was part of the appeal of submission. Inherent in the trust over physical safety there was also an abdication of responsibility, Suzanne was putting herself in his hands, yes she was giving up control but she also escaping the pressure.

They sat there for several minutes as he pondered the day. In his amateur dominance so far Andrew had a pattern. He tended to plant the seed of what was going to happen later and then there would be misdirection of some sort. Suzanne would still get her experience, her need met but it tended to drag out, often over the whole day. It was time to break the pattern. He kissed her before getting her off his knee and standing up. Taking her by the hand Andrew led Suzanne back through to their bedroom. As he stood there the video box covers from Amsterdam came to mind. At the time when he had looked at them he had thought there was so much theatre to the covers, the lighting, the props, the naked women. That day some of that started to make sense. The theatre of the preparations, that helped create the scene, gave it an air. It also helped the tension build. So Andrew gave in to the theatrics. He found the blindfold and held Suzanne in his arms.

“Our friend from all those years ago?”

There was a soft giggle.

“Do you think she would be proud that she is my safe word? Paula.”

With a final kiss Andrew covered her eyes before leading her over and perching her on the edge of the chair in the room. The next seven or eight minutes were spent getting all the chains and cuffs ready, untangling the bloody things, but finally he had the bed ready for her. He had noticed Suzanne having to stifle a smirk as he huffed and puffed at the chains but she had stayed quiet. Rather than have Suzanne spread-eagled Andrew preferred her to be in an inverted ‘Y’ for no other reason than it meant he could lie beside her comfortably. He buckled her wrist cuffs, attached them to the chain that ran across the top of the bed until her arms were stretched. After several years of having to throw disgusting pillows out they had come to their senses and now had two specific pillows that they used under Suzanne’s hips to lift her bum in the air. Before Suzanne had even gotten comfortable Andrew started spanking her. Stinging slaps that gradually turned her pale cheeks pink. But he stopped after 12, that was just a warm up. Once she had calmed down and was settled and positioned as he wanted Andrew worked on attaching they ankle cuffs. But rather than complete the attachment and clip her to the bed instead he quietly lifted the faux riding crop. Steeling himself Andrew brought it down right across both arse cheeks. He didn’t use the little flap of leather at the end of the crop, he used the shaft.

Suzanne’s screech was real and terrible.

“Andrew! Fucking hell that hurt.”

Her legs struggled to beat a tattoo upon the bed since they were restrained but it was amazing to watch the emotions on her face and her body as she dealt with this sudden pain. It was less than 30 seconds, maybe it was only 10 seconds but much quicker than Andrew would have thought possible she had calmed and centred herself and appeared to be waiting for another slash. But this game had to work for both of them and if he spent all morning slashing Suzanne’s arse then an industrial vacuum pump would not have got him hard. Instead he put the crop down and looked at Suzanne’s body. It was a visual elixir and even although there was an ugly red line across her perfect bum Andrew had his usual Pavlovian reaction to Suzanne Jenner in doggy style. Once he was sufficiently hard he knee walked onto the bed, lifted her hips slightly and started to fuck her. Men are simple creatures, tell them they are doing something right, give them praise and they will do it forever. To start there were the usual grunts and cries of ‘yes’ and supplications to God. But then Andrew ran his finger down the crop mark. Suzanne hissed.

“You bastard.”

A pause.

“Do it again.”

Andrew only had to use the crop once but by tapping the line with his finger, running his hand over it, or most painfully, drawing a fingernail along the mark, he was able to mentally add additional slashes for Suzanne. However much he was conflicted and uncomfortable about hitting Suzanne he also knew that her need was true and real. Not just in listening to her explanations and her description of her needs, but also in the way her body reacted. There was no way for her to fake how her body reacted. Despite being incredibly wet her pussy would grasp and pulse and the orgasms were from deep within her. Women have been faking orgasms with men for millennia but these orgasms weren’t for him, they were for Suzanne herself. This was the release she craved, she needed. When he finally came Andrew lay upon her for more than a minute, pressing her into the bed. His arms ran along the outside of hers and his hands held hers. Then he lifted himself off, checked that her ankles were still attached safely to the bed and half lay, half draped myself next to her. He ran his hands through her hair watching in wonder at the serene expression on Suzanne’s face.

“Would you like the blindfold off?”

“Not yet. Talk to me Andrew. Paint some of those word pictures for me, the ones that I crave and fear.”

Andrew smiled at the way she said it.

“I have decided there are three levels of naughty. The most common is your everyday level of naughty. You, Suzanne Jenner, were born naughty. So if you came up to me and whispered that you had been naughty, that is what I hear. This is Suzanne just being herself. You can self-confess to being naughty. But for high days and holidays there is a level beyond everyday naughty. I at first thought of calling this wicked but I think that scandalous is better. But you cannot confess to being scandalous. Only someone else can decide that. If I decide you have been scandalously naughty then all your dark desires will be met.”

Suzanne shivered on the bed beside him.

“Yes, I knew that would appeal to you. So you have everyday naughty, extra special naughty when I decide you have been scandalous but then there is the last one. The place of shattered dreams. Never turn naughty into bratty. If you are a brat you get sent to the front room. No playing, no orgasms, just a cold lonely bed. You really don’t want to be a brat.”

Suzanne shivered again, but for a completely different reason. Andrew ran his finger along the mark on her bottom and she hissed at the sudden contact. She also tried to push her bum against his hand. He climbed off the bed, picked up one of the soft floggers and then spent two minutes arranging Suzanne so that he could lean against the headboard with her face in his groin. Without him saying anything she started sucking him off. Andrew gently swung the flogger over her back, it was so soft it was more of a caress. Fortunately for him her flinch did not involve her teeth, a beginner’s error on his part. He continued to swish the flogger over her back, no power, it was an oddly relaxed moment.

“You are not trying. I know you can turn my balls inside out you just want me to keep flogging you, don’t you?”

Andrew flicked the flogger more industriously across Suzanne’s arse, hitting the mark from the crop, and enjoyed the deep humming groan that it caused. Her efforts picked up. He popped her on the arse again and suppressed a shudder as the intensity of the sucking increased.

“This is terrible, I am rewarding your pathetic cocksucking.”

Another flick and another groan.

“I was going to let you wear the playsuit all day, you could have felt it all over your body.”

Flick, groan and stronger suction.

“I was also going to get you into your tightest jeans, the ones that mold your arse the best, you could have felt the sting in your arse all day, every movement a delicious agony.”

Pop, a strangled ‘yes’ and a single minded determination to her blowjob. Andrew started a regular staccato of medium swishes to her arse.

“If you can make me come in the next 10 seconds then it is the playsuit and skin-tight jeans, if not it is a nice loose summer dress. Ten, nine, eight, seven, six.”

Andrew never got to five. Suzanne had just kept pushing and the head of his dick, so long an obstacle, popped into her throat. It was only for a moment but it was his undoing. By the time he had stopped coming it really did feel like his scrotum was inside out. It took him several moments for thought never mind movement to intrude upon him. Andrew disentangled himself, unclipped Suzanne and helped her up onto his chest.

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