Chapter 61

Andrew wandered into Warrender the next morning with all his swim stuff but unsure if he would be allowed to swim. He spoke to the guard and to one of the coaches who was there training a couple of the other swimmers. They found him an old swimming cap that fitted and so he was able to get his regular exercise completed. Andrew wore a hat for running anyway so as long as he wore the swim cap he should be fine to do his daily exercise until he healed. When he got to school everyone saw the bandages and wanted to know what had happened. As usual Andrew was trying to downplay it, ‘I smacked my head at the weekend, my own stupidity, no big deal’ type of thing. That just about lasted until after Assembly when Katie’s breathless recounting of the incident to her year had blown his cover story out of the water by morning break. He immediately became an object of curiosity but by only walking with Don and Pete between classes he kept the stupid questions to a minimum. He had told Don and Pete what had happened. Once Rob Derry found out he, of course, had an opinion that he was desperate to share with the whole class.

“McLeod, what did you do to that guy? I am sure you deserved the beating.”

Deserved? Did Rob particularly not like Andrew or was he this big of a dickwad to everyone? As usual Andrew chose to not respond. That always infuriated Derry.

“Were you making a play at his girlfriend? That sounds like the sort of thing you would do.”

A girlfriend stealer who deserves a bottling. Rob really didn’t like him. Andrew actually smiled at that point. Just a smile of ‘I can’t believe you’. Shaking his head he continued trying to talk to Pete. But Derry wouldn’t let it go.

“Is that what happened? You got your arse kicked for going after someone else’ girl? You deserve more than a few stitches for that.”

He was trying to get people on his side. Derry was the classic rile up the crowd bully. He needed an adoring audience. Their teacher arrived at this point and so the conversation was dropped. For the moment. After lunch he had another go at Andrew at the start of the Chemistry Lab. He had barely started on his drivel about how Andrew deserved the beating when Kate Maxwell just eviscerated him.

“Derry, why don’t you shut the fuck up? Jesus fucking Christ. What is it with you and having to have a go at Andrew? A drunk guy smacked his drunk girlfriend in the mouth and she was knocked over at Andrew’s feet. He knelt down to check that she was okay and was bottled. It was witnessed by tens of people including someone at the school. Andrew did nothing other than be in the wrong place at the wrong time. You really are a pathetic creep.”

That summed it up rather nicely. Andrew patted Kate’s hand and mouthed thank you. Kate wasn’t finished though.

“You need to stand up for yourself more. I know he isn’t worth it but you need to get your story out. If Katie hadn’t told us what happened nobody would know.”

Now that was true but guess which part his all-ears classmates fixated on? Hmmm. Andrew could hear the murmur go round the room. Katie? Katie? Katie Gibson!

Kate looked suddenly abashed. Andrew smiled.

“Out of the frying pan into the fire, eh?”

That set the tone for the rest of the week. When Suzanne, Tanvi, Katie and Andrew walked into morning Assembly the following morning it seemed like half the school was staring. These guys needed to get out more. As with all of these things Andrew just tuned it out and ignored most people. It felt like the first term of 3^rd year all over again. This time the point of interest was the older woman, younger man angle. His swearword de jour was ‘Merde’. He said it a lot that week.

Do you know what is a good cure for teenage stupidity at school? Relieving some tension with a friend. Boy did they ever relieve some tension that week. Moira was the recipient of a lot of pent up stress. She was equally wound up by the Maths course and just her general nature. The housekeeper was still walking down the drive when they sprinted up the stairs to her room. After she popped him off first thing she just kept sucking and tonguing away. As soon as Andrew was hard enough she grabbed for the condom. No pussy play or anything, she was ready to go. Once the first fuck was out of the way, they lay back on the bed catching their breath.

“Bloody hell Andrew that was fantastic. When you let that inner animal go you are magnificent.”

Andrew would defy any man in the world not to preen when his performance is described as magnificent.

“You bring it out in me. This boundless sexual energy you have. It is so decadent. We are sitting downstairs looking over maths and I look at you and there is this air about you. ‘Yes I am going to rock your world in 10 minutes’. It is so honest and wanton and such a turn on. I sometimes will catch a glimpse of you at school and I will see your bum as you are walking away and an involuntary smile crosses my face. I just think about what I am about to do it.”

With a growl Andrew pounced. His prey was already head down, arse up waiting. This was where he and Moira battled. Andrew would grab her hips and just go for it. She had her hands braced against the headboard and was pushing back as hard as he was thrusting. The words started flowing.

“God your arse is magnificent. Just built to take a good pounding. If only I could last, I would fuck you like this for hours. I love how your pussy feels, so tight, I can feel you squeezing my dick”

As Andrew was talking Moira flexed her internal muscles and he had to push hard to get any movement. He let go her hips and just ran his hands over her cheeks. They were firm and fleshy and enough to drive a man to, well do what he was doing.

“I love your arse.”

His hands were back on her hips.

“Take that, and that”

Every ‘that’ Andrew thrust at Moira and was met with an equally violent thrust back. There was no way they could keep up this intensity. Moira came first and the spasms in her pussy triggered him right behind her. In this case literally. After disposing of the condom and cleaning up Andrew flopped down on the bed next to her.

“Andrew McLeod, I have spent years worrying that my arse is too big. Talk about someone being good for a girl’s ego. My goodness.”

She stroked his arm as she looked at him.

“Are you okay? I wasn’t too rough with you, was I?”

Andrew wanted to make sure that it had not gone too over the top.

“Are you kidding me? Andrew, that was fantastic. Every time we get together I dream about it for days afterwards. In the run up to our next meeting I am just so fizzing with energy. Sure if we did this every day there is no way we could keep up this level of intensity but limiting it to once a month is genius. When you ran your hands over my cheeks while fucking me hard, oh my god. I know that we are coming down from a sex high but it is important that you know this. You have made me so much more confident. Dad comments on it all the time. I am less argumentative and more confident. I am much happier with my body. Not everyone is going to get off on my shape, I realise that, but every boyfriend from now on is going to love it or be ditched in a second. I don’t think you realise how sexy you make me feel. How desired. You are trying to fuck me through my headboard but even that adds to it. I am babbling. Six months ago I never thought that doggy would be my favourite position.”

He stopped the babbling with a kiss.

“Before I had cancer I worried about fitting in. Tried to play footie at lunch, hung out with the ‘cool kids’.”

The cool nerds. There was an oxymoron.

“Cancer changed everything. I realised that I was a nerd and embraced it. I have not played footie since I came back to school. I have not gone to the library at lunchtime maybe 10 times in two years. I accept who I am and physically what I am. I got some help in talking to people, not just women but people in general. Now I am the lucky guy who gets to relieve your stress. If I have increased your confidence then I am pleased. What I have found with a far too many people is that there is a lot of negative pressure, and comments. Children, both boys and girls, who are put down by their parents. Often all I am doing is undoing some previous negative comment. I have no idea why you think your arse is too big. Too big for who? I am sure there is some scrawny slim hipped girl that is jealous that you have these womanly curves. People with curly hair want straight hair, and vice versa. There is nothing I can do about my hair, my eyes, my teeth, my dick, just like there is nothing you can do about the size of your arse. The day you were born you were destined to have a big bum. Embrace it and enjoy it. I know I do!”

They wrestled on the bed for a while then Andrew got between her thighs and started kissing up her legs from the knees to right beside her pussy. He did this several times then centred himself squarely between her legs. Andrew slid his hands under Moira’s bum and grabbed hold of a cheek in each hand. He squeezed her cheeks and licked her pussy. He squeezed her cheeks and kissed her clit. He repeated this action time and again. Before long she was moaning when he squeezed before he even touched her. Pavlov’s pussy. Andrew pulled his hands out and prepared to step up the seduction. Two fingers teased her pussy lips back and forth. HIs left palm was pressing down above her mons. Andrew wanted to try something. Moira was tense waiting for him to start finger fucking her and he continued to tease her. Then he slipped his fingers in and immediately started the come hither finger movement. At the same time he pressed down on the outside of the g-spot. Andrew never had to touch her clit. Her orgasm was long and draining. Eventually he took pity on her and just held her. He was stone hard and just wanted to ravage her but she was too sensitive.

“You turn me inside out Andrew you really do. What the hell did you do there? It was like a bomb went off inside me.”

“Do you think you are done? You have one final ravaging to come.”

Moira smirked a ‘bring it on’ smile. He wrapped himself and entered her in one slick movement. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him tight. It was a fun fuck, revelling in the sensations and just enjoying it. Andrew varied the pace and move his hips around, trying to see if there was something that produced a reaction. They both came, Moira getting herself over the finish line just after him.

“You really do reset my brain Andrew. I get into my own head so much and I am all stressed out and then you come along and just light the fuse and watch me go off like a rocket. How am I going to explain to Daddy that you are in my bed every night before my exams?”

“Yes, that would definitely be classified as being prepared to do anything for a good grade. You will be fine. You know the material and it is all about keeping your confidence up.”

His stomach growled loudly and they both laughed.

“Go and jump in the shower. I will stick the dinner in the microwave. Come down as soon as you are done, okay?”

30 minutes later Andrew was heading home. They had fun and were very physically compatible but there was no connection. It was wham bam thank you mam, at her instigation. He never felt so happy to be used!

Just as January had been quiet and routine so March turned out to be the same. Everything settled down at school over the attack and the Katie thing petered out. Katie had a sharp tongue and more than one person got cut down to size. There were only three weeks in the month until the Easter break, which was a misnomer that year. They would be back at school for two weeks and then get the long weekend, Easter not being until the third weekend of April. Andrew submitted his last module of the fourth course at the very end of February and so was free and clear to study for the end of term exams all month. He actually focused on Latin and hoped he had managed 7 ‘A’s again. This would keep him in with a shout of being top of the year. He could never quite catch the top swimmer in any of the swim meets. The closest he managed was 1.9 seconds behind which was frustratingly close in a 17 minute race. Andrew plateaued around 16 minutes 52 seconds and his opponent was always able to stay that little bit ahead of him. The guy’s name was Mike Offley and he went to the Academy. They would occasionally sit together during the meet cheering their respective teams but mainly chatting. He gave Andrew all the scoop on the junior swimming circuit. Cliques and favourites, backstabbing, dirty tricks, it was the plot for a soap opera. Andrew was glad he had decided to skip any national championship trials for his age. He knew that he was not quite good enough and although he was happy to help the team, deep down swimming was part of his studying technique. Andrew would think about homework, classwork, coding problems, all sorts of things while he was swimming. It was physical meditation for him. He could swim hard if he needed to but was happiest not worrying about times, laps or anything else just flowing through the water, figuring out his life. Andrew’s academic drive did not spill over into the pool.

As Andrew suspected, Ara kept her distance at the Commonwealth. She would arrive around 5.45 well after he had started and would be still be swimming when he was finished. They said hi if the opportunity arose but she kept it all arms-length. There was nothing to be done but accept it. Every Friday night the dreams were always the same though.

The last day of the field hockey season was as miserable as any other over the season. Other than a few weekends in late September hockey really was played in the most appalling conditions. After the last match had finished and the girls were all on their way to the dressing room Andrew heard his name being called as he turned and started to head home.

“Andrew, do you have a minute.”

He nearly didn’t stop, it was the coach. Taking a deep breath Andrew stopped and turned round.

“Yes, Mrs. Hendricks.”

Really, after the last game of the year? Talk about the 11^th hour and 59^th minute.

“I wanted to thank you for your support. You were here for all the matches bar one and I understand you were at a CCF camp that weekend. Several of the parents have commented to me that you have shamed them into coming or staying at the match.”

This was not what he had expected.

“Eh, I am not sure what to say. Most of the team are in my year and they have all become friends. Thank you for taking the time to come over.”

His mother would be so proud. Her son being polite in the face of adversity.

“I know what happened last year and frankly it is mystifying. You can relax, I am not here to berate you or accuse you of anything. I wanted to ask you a question. Do you intend to continue to support the team, your friends, next year?”

Andrew hadn’t really given it any thought.

“Yes, although I might have my loyalties tested if some of the team are promoted to the 1^st eleven. I may have to watch a half of each game. I am sure I will be here next year.”

He looked questioningly at her.

“If you are going to be here anyway, then I was thinking that you could be an assistant coach.”