Chapter 33

Three days later, Lauren gladly succumbed to Felix's daily phone calls and agreed to cook dinner for him at the house. She was still unsure what he did for a living although he was knowledgeable in commodities and sugar in particular. But he always seemed to have time for her, a flattering feeling that was uplifting and caused her to grin to herself during her little daydreams. His company did much in her mind as well to balance the wrong she felt when she thought of her experiences with Emma. Lauren was fully aware of the problems she was storing up for herself and spent much of her daydream hours trying to weigh up the wrong of loving Emma against the right of having Felix as a boyfriend. She was sure that the two could be considered as canceling each other out, and so promoted every discussion with Felix when Elizabeth called for her daily status report.

So Elizabeth was kept completely up to date about their relationship, and made the effort to inquire about his health each time she telephoned. She would always change the tone of her voice to be less commanding, almost conspiratorial as they discussed Gustav, Felix and men in general. Her support gave Lauren an even greater feeling of being part of the family and eased the occasional pangs of home-sickness.

"What's it tonight. Lasagna?" Felix asked, shutting the front door behind him. "Or something else from the depths of Europe?" His eyes followed her figure, her tanned legs and the tight shorts as she led the way to the kitchen. He was dressed similarly in a cool short- sleeved shirt and white tennis shorts.

"Nothing wrong with European cooking, you know. You can always have tortillas and bread." she said in mock anger.

He followed her into the kitchen, positioning himself tight against her as she faced the sink to wash the salad. He nibbled at her neck as his hands found her waist, exposed beneath her father's shirt that she'd tied together in a knot at her navel... Lauren leaned back against him, allowing him to kiss her neck. His hot breath tickled her ear, bringing out goosebumps on her arms.

"Hey, stop it!" she laughed. "Not in front of the children!" The amusement of the comment hit her and she giggled loudly.

The meal consisted of local meats, lettuce and other salad vegetables, pickles and a cold consommé. Lauren refused to cook when the temperature outside approached three figures.

"Now, I want you honest opinion on this cake. I baked it this morning and you have to try it." Lauren pushed the knife vertically down into the center of the brown mass, pursing her lips as she cut out towards the edge.

"Looks good!" suggested Felix. Lauren cut a huge slice and passed it to him on a plate. She watched him intently as his fork hovered over his slice. "Aren't you going to have any?"

"Course!" she replied, cutting a much smaller piece.

They made their way barefoot along the cool hallway; Lauren sensed the apprehension between them as they prepared to take their relationship to a new, more intimate level. She could hardly use the 'wrong time of the month' excuse if she suddenly decided that she didn't want to make love to him, and she couldn't think of a halfway point between their previous sexual encounter and making love that might be acceptable. Thinking time ran out as she opened her door and led the way through to her lounge. The sofa was just about large enough for two people to sprawl out comfortably, so Felix laid back in the far corner, his arm draped along the back as Lauren arranged herself so that she could see the television and lean against him. His arm folded around her shoulders and he pulled her close, thanking her for dinner once again as they watched an imported American comedy.

The program was far from funny and she concluded it must have been sent to San Falino as part of an ancient trade dispute. She was comfortable, and sleepy after the dinner. Nestling against him more closely, she felt his hand drop down from her shoulder and onto the side of her right breast. His fingers toyed with her firm flesh, searching out and failing to find any hint of a bra under her father's cotton shirt. The deep peace of food and comfort aroused her, making her stretch out occasionally, pushing back against her man. Her elbow grazed his shorts, sending confirmation that he was indeed erect and ready for action. But still he kissed her only occasionally, making his advances very slowly, over-cautiously, until Lauren decided that she wanted to speed the evening up.

Lauren swung round as the program mercifully ended, and facing away from the television, arranged her legs over his. Her skirt hitched up very slightly allowing him to see her tanned thighs as she laid back against the other end of the sofa. Taking his cue, his hands absently explored her legs, starting as close to her feet as he could reach. Lauren was pleased with the result of her shift, and thought about bringing her feet up onto his end of the sofa, but decided that that would have been too forward and she therefore simply laid back, closed her eyes and waited as his hands became more adventurous, tripping back and forth, closer and closer to their mutual goal.

She smiled gently as his hands wandered over her thighs, his hand nudging her skirt slowly higher as his fingers dared deeper between the soft warm skin of her legs. She wanted to shout out, demand that he feel the heat building inside her knickers, but held back as he once again paid attention to her feet and shins. His hands pushed hard underneath her back as he slid into the middle of the sofa, pulling her up so that her back arched before letting her float back down again. He tugged at the knot of her shirt, quickly undoing it and letting the two sides drape over her hips as he ventured to the lowest button, flicking it deftly before moving to the next. After each button he caressed her stomach, thighs and darted closer to her knickers, now brushing the elastic edge around her hips, feeling the soft material with his fingers and the bare skin underneath.

The final button came undone and his left hand crept underneath her shirt and found the swelling of her left breast. He climbed the firm hillock and caressed her nipple with the flat palm, delighting Lauren and giving her true cause to celebrate. Again she pushed her chest into the air and this time Felix pulled her up with his hand supporting her back. Higher into the air she soared until his lips found her nipple and gripped its hardness. Lauren groaned and cupped her breast, pushing it harder against his mouth, offering it for his attention and her pleasure. He moved quickly to the other, pushing her shirt away roughly as the moment seized him, pulling her up towards him, her firm breasts bobbing proudly as the blood rushed to her head. His grip relaxed slightly, enough to allow her to sink back and lie on his thighs. But his exploration had only just started, and now, buoyed with confidence of the licence granted him, his fingers traced the shapely line between her legs, slowing only slightly before finding the wet, warm gusset of her knickers.

"Felix, let's get more comfortable, eh?"

She led him from the lounge, wobbling slightly as the room spun and her sense of balance normalised. Her bed was already made, the pink silky bedspread pulled up over the pillows and cotton sheets. They laid down together, Lauren resting on an elbow while Felix pushed the shirt off her shoulders. He pulled her down onto the bed and smiled into her eyes, cupping her breast as their lips met. She could taste the salad on his breath and feel the coarseness of his thick hair as she pulled his lips hard against her own. She slipped her long legs around his, pushing her knee towards his groin, her thigh confirming that he was erect. That movement caused him to moan appreciatively as his kisses traveled from her lips, down over her cheeks and neck towards her nipples. Again he took them in his mouth, biting very gently before kissing the young flesh and sending a shudder through her body. She clenched her thighs together, restricted slightly by his legs but enough to confirm that she was indeed very wet already. She dearly wanted to touch herself, more to reassure her innermost desires that help was on its way than anything else, but she refrained, content for the while to allow Felix to carry on his trek southward.

She opened her eyes momentarily, watching him, his eyes closed and his tongue flicking at her proud nipples. She gripped his head and barred his way from returning up her neck. He caught the message and slid further down, pecking gently at her stomach as his hands traveled between her thighs, finally cupping her vagina. She groaned with pleasure, and parted her legs involuntarily, aware however that she was for some reason extremely aroused and more anxious than she could remember to be satisfied.

She rolled slightly onto her side to allow him greater access as her own hand stole gently along his waist, over his bottom and up the legs of his shorts. She touched his underpants, pulling at the elastic as her fingers sought the hardness beneath. Retreating momentarily, she fumbled with the button of his shorts, moving on in desperation to the zip, and finally back to the button as she tried in vain to free him. His hand left her pussy and flicked the button quickly. She felt him grin as he kissed her stomach...

She giggled. "Thank you" she whispered, looking into his bright eyes. He slid up towards her and caressed the side of her face, pushing his hardness against her hand.

"You're welcome."

Lauren slowly pulled the zip down as far as it would go, pleased to feel his stiff cock on her way. Her nails ran along his entombed length, traveling slowly until she felt the dampness of the tip. She felt behind him, pulling the shorts down over his buttocks and, as he lifted himself off the bed, down over his legs. Felix's hand returned to her pussy, finding the channel between her labia, rubbing the soaked cloth from her clitoris down to her anus. She could feel the tremors building rapidly, her stomach bubbling in anticipation and her heart pumping blood in response to sudden demand. She took his head in both hands, and while she knew she was being forward, couldn't have cared less as she pushed his head down past her navel and felt the soft touch of his tongue through her knickers.

She groaned contentedly, sure now that he was receptive to her suggestions and unlikely to be offended by her command of their sexual adventure. She was rewarded with the feeling of his tongue snaking underneath the gusset of her knickers, teasing along the length of her wet labia, up to her clitoris and down past her vagina and onward to her anus. She made a mental note of his explorations, delighted with his courage but anxious to feel his length in her hand and eventually her pussy. She grabbed his cock roughly, pushing it down as she held his underpants, rolling the skin over the heady bulb before seeking out the top of his pants and infiltrating underneath. The wetness surprised her. She grabbed his underpants and tugged hard, pulling them down to his thighs in two quick motions, then returning to grab his weapon as though it might disappear. But she calmed down, sure now that it was only minutes before she would feel him knocking at the door to her sex, pushing deep into her and releasing the pent up demand that she had rarely experienced.