Chapter 89

Midnight, Sunday

Andy pulled the car into the dock's parking lot and watched as Regan struggled to pull her jeans back over her waist. They were a little too tight for the action to be accomplished in the car. The lot was too well lit for her to do it outside.

The car smelled like Regan's arousal because even after her orgasm, Andy had played with her during the trip across the bridge. What normally could be done in 15 minutes took more than an hour and Regan had enjoyed the trip a lot more than she should have.

"Your new car is going to have a big backseat," she declared. She finally reclined her seat and put her feet on the dash to get her pants over her hips.

"My car is fine," Andy declared.

"Uh-huh," Regan said. "Well, I wouldn't get too attached to it if I were you."

"Like hell," Andy stated. He got out to open Regan's door and to help her out of the car. She kissed him and pulled him toward her as she leaned against the car.

She hooked Andy's arm and led him to the "Life of Riley." She would need to talk to him about Camille's plans but that could wait until the morning.

"It was a total waste of time to put these back on," Regan declared as they walked into the salon. "I should have just borrowed your T-shirt and taken them off. It would have saved us the trouble of stripping me out of them!"

She unbuttoned her jeans again and shimmied them down her thighs. Andy was locking the door and got a close up look at her butt as it shook from side to side. There was no way for him not to notice the large wet spot at the crotch of her panties.

She had just stepped out of them and turned to face him when Andy swooped in and lifted her off her feet. She wrapped her legs around his waist and dove in for a kiss.

"Let's do it on the couch again," she told him.

"Sure," Andy replied. "But there are some other things I want to do first."

"Like what?" Regan asked, wondering if he was talking about studying or something.

"Like go down on you," Andy said, looking directly into her eyes. He had licked his fingers after playing with her but decided he wanted the taste direct from the source.

"Ooh!" Regan groaned. "I'm already soaked, Andy."

"I know," Andy told her. "I saw when you bent over."

He put Regan down softly on the couch and dropped to the floor in front of her. He slid her panties to the side and dug into the feast in front of him.

"Oh, Jesus!" Regan moaned. Her hands found their way into Andy's hair and she pulled his mouth tighter to her mound. "You know exactly what I like!"

Andy found the taste nicer than what he'd acquired from his finger. His nimble tongue swirled Regan's clit and then dipped lower to collect her juices before returning to its target. Regan took over the duty of holding her panties to the side so Andy could be free to explore. She was lifting her hips toward his touch when he scraped his teeth across her bud lightly.

A moan exploded from Regan's mouth. Her feet left the floor and wrapped around Andy's neck, pulling him even tighter against her tender opening. She kept him there until she was quivering on the couch and breathing heavily. She scrambled to pull her panties down when Andy pulled back and wiped his lips with the back of his hand.

"Put it inside of me," she ordered. "I want you in me."

Andy pushed his jeans and underwear downward. He'd been hard for the past hour and there was a large wet spot at the top of his boxer briefs. Regan slid forward on the couch and reached down to part her lower lips for his entrance. Andy ran the head of his erection through her furrow, causing Regan to gasp again when it crossed her tender clitoris.

Andy found entering her a lot easier than the night before. He wasn't sure if was because of the playing they'd done for the previous hour or because her opening had stretched some. He pushed slightly and the head slid past her lips.

"Oh, yeah," Regan said, nodding her approval. "I love that."

Andy had been holding his erection to guide it inside but now he took his hand away and used his thumb to stimulate the protuberance at the top of Regan's slit. He kept pressing forward until he was completely inside of her.

Regan's put her legs up again, using her heels to urge him on.

"I want to kiss you," Regan said. She couldn't sit up because she had little leverage so Andy came forward. He had to take his hand away from her clit but her breathing quickened when his pubic bone took its place.

Regan realized that she was almost completely off the couch, with only half of her back and her neck and shoulders left supported. She still wore her T-shirt and her bra. She also realized she wouldn't care a bit if she fell onto the floor - unless it caused Andy to pull out before they both climaxed.

Regan opened her eyes and saw a look of concentration on Andy's face. She figured he was struggling to make sure she got off before he did. Making love with her boyfriend was nothing like the videos Regan had watched. Andy didn't drive into her as hard as he could - although she thought she might like it that way. He was always gentle with her - when he licked her nipples, touched her face, went down on her or made love to her.

She put her hands in Andy's hair and thrust her tongue into his mouth.

"Harder," she whispered. "Do me a little harder."

"Are you sure?" Andy asked.

Regan nodded.

"Just a little firmer," she urged. He complied and she bit her lip and nodded. "Just like that, Love. I wish I could get my legs up."

"Like this?" Andy asked. He slipped an arm beneath Regan's knees and lifted.

"Oh, Jesus Christ!" Regan exclaimed, her eyes widening. "Exactly like ... that!"

She pulled Andy toward her again - which caused her legs to come, too. Her hips lifted and Andy was stimulating her button with every stroke.

Regan's breathing came in rasps as she came for the third time in 90 minutes. It was almost as though the entire world had stopped moving and was revolving around the two of them. She felt her own wetness seeping downward and into the crack of her butt. She felt Andy's sac slapping the base of her pussy. She could even feel the muscles inside of her trying to milk the seed from Andy's body and into her.

She bit Andy's shoulder when she hit her peak. It took her a moment to understand that Andy had stopped moving. He had pressed himself tightly against her with the base of his erection trapping her bud between them. The feelings were indescribable and the only sound she could produce was a keening wail. She put her head back on the couch and just enjoyed the sensation racing through her body. Every nerve ending seemed to fire at the same time.

It was only when Regan realized that she was drooling down her cheek did she come back to reality. Andy still hadn't started to move. He was on top of her, watching as her mind shattered and re-formed. She could see her ankles on his shoulders and she wiggled her toes.

She started to giggle - and it soon transformed into a full laugh. The movement her laughter produced caused interesting feelings between her legs.

"Wow!" she said. "That was ... I think I just lost my mind for a minute. I'm glad I'm with you. You could have asked me to do just about anything and I'd have agreed."

She laughed again.

"Nope," she said. "If you ask me to do anything, I'm going to do it anyway."

She realized Andy was still seated inside of her - and still erect.

"Did you ... cum?" she asked.

He shook his head slightly.

"I'm OK, though," he said.

"Oh, no!" Regan told him. "You rocked my world, Mister. How do you want me?"

"Every way," Andy replied, smiling at her.

"Good!" Regan said, smiling back. "Because I think we're going to do this just about every way that anyone has ever thought of - and few they might not have considered."

9 a.m. Sunday

The buzzing of a cell phone caused Joy to come awake. She cursed, thinking she'd forgotten to change the alarm. It took her a moment to realize that she was pressed against a warm body. It took her a second longer to understand that she had her hand beneath Ruth's shirt and on the other girl's breast.

"Shit!" she muttered as she extracted herself from the bed. She had just stood when the buzzing ceased. "What the fuck?"

She rubbed her eyes and then scratched her butt as she walked over to where her phone sat. She peered down at it and saw Regan's number.

"What the fuck?" she mumbled again.

The phone indicated a voicemail so she hit the button to retrieve it. She turned to see Ruth sitting up - and pulling her shirt down.

"Sorry," Joy said with embarrassment.

"It's OK," Ruth replied. "You finger-banged before you started to play with my tits so it's all good."

"What?" Joy asked in confusion. She held up a finger when she heard Regan's voice come on.

"Yep, that's the finger you used," Ruth said, laughing.

Joy shook her head and put the phone down.

"I'm joking," Ruth said. "You got up to go to the bathroom and then put your head on my shoulder and your hand on my boob. You were too cute to push you away so I let you sleep that way. I was going to draw the line though if you started to nurse."

"You're too fucking chipper of the mornings," Joy muttered as she climbed back into bed.

"Who was on the phone?" Ruth wondered.

"Regan," Joy said.

"What did she want?" Ruth inquired.

"I think she just wanted to make sure I was awake!" Joy mumbled. "You must be in on it with her."