Chapter 5: Back in the Saddle, Again

Back in his room, Andrew watched Ella disrobe again. He raised an eyebrow, and she said “Your clothes too! We start with skin-to-skin contact.”

She continued, “I note your skepticism with indifference. Strip off now!”

“Yes, ma’am, I obey.”

“Good; get your skinny ass up on the bed. Don’t forget to bring that stiff prick.”

Andrew was surprised, he was already aroused. Ella climbed on to him and molded her bare body against him. Trapped between her thighs, his penis rested comfortably.

“Alright, Andrew, close your eyes and listen for my questions. We will start with simple answers. Do not open your mouth or nod. Can I call you Andy?”

He disliked that name and tried to send a negative answer.

“Is that a ‘no’? How about ‘Drew’? OK, we’ll go with ‘Andrew’ instead.”

Andrew relaxed.

“Did you have a program at the university?”

Andrew tried to convey a “shrug” meaning to Ella.

“Girlfriend?” Shrug. “Boyfriend?” A definite no.

“Too bad, I think his army experiences skewed Jonah in that direction, and he’s lonely. It’s a shame, because he’s well-endowed.”

Andrew saw in his mind’s eye a long and flaccid cock being washed. Another shrug.

“Now tell me, what gives you romantic feelings?”

Andrew envisioned Ella’s face.

“Oh, you’re sweet. But try again.”

Andrew re-envisioned Ella’s face, with her lips moist and slightly parted.

“Oh, you’re teasing me. What about Céline?”

Andrew pictured a stone tower, at the base was Jean Dureaux, scowling, and armed with a double-bitted axe. Céline was at the top, wearing a gauzy white gown tied with a golden belt. Above her head was a blazing halo.

“Wow, have you got the wrong idea. Céline is very lonely and approachable. Jonah and Horace are unwilling, and her brother Jean is naturally unavailable. So, you are absolutely targeted for her entertainment.”

Andrew shrugged again, and Ella was back in his mind, this time in that same semi-transparent gown. Externally, they were embracing, with his hands on her ass and his tongue in her mouth.

“Oh, you’re crazy. But adorable. Now speak to me with silent words. You can do it.”

Andrew tried to still his mind and express himself. “Ella, can you hear me? I’m sending you a number: two. Two!”

Ella whispered, “Two.”

Another number. “Ella, seven. Seven!”

In his mind, Ella spoke: “Seven. There were six of us in the hotel, now seven.”

Andrew: “Correct!” Andrew thought for a minute and thought of a rebus as a tool to help him. In turn, each of them appeared in his mind with a large numeral beside their faces: “Beth-1 and Horace-2, Jonah-3, you-4, Céline-5 and Jean-6, and me-7.”

Ella: “That’s clever, Andrew. I like it!”

Andrew mentally pictured Beth and Horace growing cartoon bodies and then screwing. Ella busted out laughing. Then he tried “speaking” in words, but silently: “I’ll bet Beth and Horace spent their ‘nap-time’ fucking, Céline had a finger in her pussy, and Jonah was beating off. That leaves us. Care for more ‘intercourse’?”

Ella rearranged her legs around him. After rubbing her clit against Andrew’s penis, she engulfed him into her sopping pussy for a “cowboy” ride.