Chapter 57

New Year’s Day 1981 Andrew woke up early as usual and went to pee. Then standing in the shower he quickly wanked off thinking about Kenzie and her hot body. With the immediate urge taken care of he went back through into the bedroom. Her body was warm and soft and strong. Andrew lay beside her and gently kissed her nipples. Nothing aggressive, just gently kisses and teasing with his tongue. Her left nipple, nearest to him hardened under his touch. He continued suckling on it while twirling his finger round the other one. With an almost feline purr Kenzie arched her back and opened her eyes.

“Hmm, what a great way to way up. Do you know what would be the perfect way to wake up?”

Andrew ripped open the packet and seconds later was poised over her.

“I am so ready for you. Easy in, but then just go hard Andrew. I need a damn good fucking to remember you by until the next time.”

Considering himself ever the gentleman, if the lady wanted a damn good fucking, then the lady shall receive a damn good fucking.

Andrew wanted to shout from the rooftops that morning. Intense, sweaty, hard fucking. A beautiful woman responding to him, praising his efforts. Telling him not to stop. Andrew so got off on Kenzie’s encouragement and it just made him try harder. Did it last a minute? Fortunately not. Did it last 10 minutes? Probably not. Kenzie came and was well on the way to coming again when Andrew popped. Five seconds of clit play and she rode up the downside of his orgasm. They both were fizzing with energy that morning. There was a bare minimum of cuddling though, instead while he showered she tidied the room. The sheets were stripped off the bed, the condom wrappers were found and deposited into the garbage can and then the can emptied into a garbage bag for discreet disposal in the dumpster later.

They were both dressed and heading out the door at 6.20. Before they left Andrew caught Kenzie in a big hug. They looked at each other and smiled, no words were said. Three minutes later he quietly walked into the house, the garbage bag already disposed of. He threw the sheets down beside the laundry, 6.25 was too soon for that. Instead he did a quick survey of the house and a body count. There were even more bodies than the year before including a couple of guys who weren’t there when he and Kenzie had snuck off. Andrew collected the empties on the kitchen counter while waiting for some toast. He wouldn’t start the fry up until the cows were milked.

When Andrew returned 80 minutes later with the cows all milked, fed and watered and back in the field nothing had changed. Nothing. No movement from any of the passed out drunks on the main floor and no sounds upstairs. Other than his baby brother. There was a bottle of milk in the fridge for Scott, prepared by his mother the evening before. Andrew bounced Scott on his lap waiting for the milk to warm up. Andrew had to hold Scott as he guzzled from the bottle as there was no highchair at the Strachans. Once Scott had been fed, burped and his nappie changed Andrew put him in his baby chair on the floor, several toys close at hand. Scott initially wasn’t happy about being strapped in but the house, and especially the kitchen, was no place for Scott to wander about. After Scott’s mild squawking settled Andrew got the soiled bedding into the laundry then started breakfast. The smell of bacon and coffee started to get people shifting. Nobody was awake yet but there were at least signs of life. He set up a buffet arrangement at the dining room table. Bacon and egg sandwiches and a pot of coffee. Somebody Andrew had never seen before was the first to move and grabbed two sandwiches and made a mug of coffee. Grunting an acknowledgement to Andrew he wandered back into the front room. Once that started then it was pretty constant for a couple of hours. There was not a lot of talking but a couple of guys muttered thanks and soon most people were awake and fed. Andrew knew where most of these farmers stayed so he would pile three of them onto the ATV and take them back to their farms. With barely a wave they would wander off, almost certainly straight back to bed. After the third trip there were only four guys left from those he had found that the morning but Harry had come down as well.

“Where are all the rest?”

He sounded rough as shit.

“Home already. Three trips. Do you want some food?”

“Not yet but a mug of coffee would be great. I can’t believe you have most of them home already. I thought they would be here until at least lunchtime.”

“Bacon and coffee smell. Works every time.”

Andrew left Harry to his coffee and went to feed the beef cattle. They were all at the gate waiting to be fed. They weren’t aggressive but they were jostling him as he filled the troughs with fresh feed. Andrew had to be careful not to get trodden on. Soon though they were feeding away happily and he could check the water trough as well. The all looked fine and there appeared to be no other signs of goring.

His two chores done Andrew just had to wait for his lush parents to face the day and head home. With six hours of sleep and no hangover he felt fine. He would do his exercises and go for a run when he got home. The rest of the morning was a bore. He took 11 half empty bottles of whisky and put them in Harry’s booze cabinet. Apart from a couple of blankets there was nothing else that needed washing downstairs. Andrew made himself another bacon and egg sandwich and sat chatting to Harry. The year had been good for him and he was pleased. But there was always a natural caution with farmers. They are one bad harvest away from disaster, but Harry was pleased with the way the year had gone. The rest of the time spent waiting for his parents to surface Andrew took Scott to show him round the farm. At 14 months he was fascinated by everything and babbled away in his own language at all he saw. Andrew didn’t really spend a lot of time with his brother, an hour here and there was the extent of it.

Even at 15, never having driven on the public roads before, Andrew would have been a better bet than either of his parents that day. They made it back okay but he was sure that his mum should not have driven. Next year he would ask Leslie to come and get him in the morning and leave the folks to come home at dinner time when they had sobered up. He already knew he was going to have to get the bus into town. When they got home Andrew went to his room to change. 20 minutes of exercise later he was ready to head out for his run. His father had returned from collecting Rowan and joined his mother in going straight to bed. Andrew escaped the house and his run that afternoon was refreshing. The run of someone who is not hung over and feeling very virtuous about it. He got back to the house winded but feeling good and walked round the block, a luxury he never gave himself during term time, to recover.

After his shower he got ready to head into town. His dad was up before Andrew left and he told him he would be home around 11.00. His dad barely nodded acceptance. The bus was quiet on the way into town and the streets were deserted. Andrew was there 20 minutes early, just because of the reduced service schedule, but Katie was in the same situation. A limited choice of buses.

“Happy New Year.”

He gave her a big hug.

“Did you have a good time?”

Time for the edited version Andrew.

“Nope. I went with my parents to their friend’s farm 30 minutes out of the city. I watched a bunch of farmers get shit faced. Drinking like they were trying to forget. I left and went to bed at 10.30. Never saw in the New Year or anything and I don’t think anyone noticed I wasn’t there. Then spent three hours getting them up, fed and out of the farm this morning.”

Oh yes, and he had a lot of great sex as well.

“I think my parents might have been at the same party, only theirs was doctors not farmers. I went for a walk around 11.00 this morning as the smell of stale booze was making me ill.”

They picked which movie they wanted to see and got the tickets, before heading down Lothian Road to the Italian Andrew usually ate at on his dates. He was relaxed after a couple of days at the farm and with Kenzie. Tanvi had been very nervous and it felt like he dragged her feelings out of her. Katie was even more of an enigma. Although Andrew had known her a year longer she kept herself at a distance. He wondered how the evening would play out. They got to the restaurant and the talk was all idle nothingness until the waiter had taken their order. Andrew sat and observe Katie waiting for her to make the first move. Taking a deep breath she began.

“You probably wonder what I am doing here, and what Tanvi and I are up to.”

Andrew continued smiling but said nothing.

“I would like to go out with you. I want to take things nice and slowly and you seem perfect. You are very attentive to what the woman wants and have a reputation for not pushing things, almost to a fault. I want to go out over the rest of the year, now and again. I don’t study as hard as you, I doubt that anyone does, but I do work hard at my schoolwork. Doing things like this are perfect. I have two older sisters who were complete sluts at my age and I am not ready for anything like that. I want fun and relaxed without the pressure to put out or to take things further than I want.”

“Bloody hell Katie. Clear and concise with no drama. I would be delighted and proud to go out with you on a semi-regular basis. You know that we will not be an exclusive arrangement, right?”

“Yes. I also know you will not talk about anyone else. You are a veritable black hole when it comes to finding out what you are up to.” She giggled. “We girls however, are a different matter.”

He shook his head.

“No comment. What do your parents think of this arrangement? Your mother was quite pleasant to me on Saturday. Will that change when I come round for the inevitable dinner and grilling?”

“What on earth makes you think that will happen?”

“Because when you tell them you are going out on a Saturday night with me they will want to meet me. Your mother wanted to meet me and all I do is watch you play hockey. Do they know you are here with me tonight?”

Katie looked guilty.

“No.”

“I am not bothered about it. We will talk beforehand. I am guilty of having done nothing to you and you are not acting like you described your sisters. If they want to freak out about dinner and a movie then you have bigger issues anyway.”