Chapter 27

There was heavy condensation on the inside of the windows when I looked out the next morning; it had been clear and cold overnight, and I carefully closed the curtain again to keep in what warmth there was.

When Malcolm and I walked up to the Chemistry building after breakfast to see what was waiting for us in our pigeon holes, there were occasional patches of frost still on the pavement.

It was a Saturday, so the streets were quiet; most people were still recovering from having ten days holiday. There were a few useful bits of paper to read, most importantly the brief for the next project. We read through it together, and made a few quick notes on the pages to mark where we needed to find out more. It seemed reasonably straightforward at first glance.

On the way back home, we passed quite a few family groups heading out for a walk in the park; a crisp dry day was a welcome chance to take some exercise and try to shed a few of the excess calories taken on board during the Christmas feasts.

Malcolm and I got back to the house at about eleven, and automatically made five mugs of tea. Even if the girls had just made a cuppa (and the kettle was cold so they probably hadn't), we had never known any of them refuse one when it was in front of them waiting to be drunk.

They all heard the kettle whistle, and were soon in the kitchen with us. Vee hauled a pack of Ginger Nuts out of the store cupboard, and we sat and chatted together. Vee squeaked when she tried to eat her first biscuit; the bruising on her face was now a lurid yellow, and she was clearly still suffering.

"Dunk it in your tea, Vee - you'll have to soften it!"

Vee reluctantly did so - she wasn't into dunking biscuits, but she had no choice. Sian checked that she was still taking the pain killers, and made her another hot water bottle.

Malcolm had to nip back to his house to check that everything was alright after the break; he said that he'd have lunch with his housemates and be back in time for supper, and would bring over some eggs and bacon for Sunday breakfast.

Julie made signs that she wanted to speak to me alone.

I quickly finished my cup of tea, excused myself, and followed her into our room. She switched on the light - we still had the curtains closed all the time to conserve heat - and sat down on the arm of the sofa.

She glared at me.

"The postman has been, and I want a word with you, sunshine!"

"Now what have I done?"

She waved an envelope at me; I could tell at a glance that it was Jen's writing.

"Oh god, she's not pregnant is she?"

"No, you goon, and she hasn't had time to have her period, so she wouldn't know yet, would she? She tells me that she could hardly walk the next day, and was hugging her hot water bottle all the time. BUT, from what YOU told me you did to her, she SHOULD have been stuck in bed for three days completely unable to move. Are you quite, QUITE sure that you really did your utmost for the poor girl?"

I stammered. I didn't understand why I was in trouble. Julie seemed quite angry!

"You know I couldn't do any more! I had real difficulty in making love to you that night, and that was six hours later! I did do everything I possibly could for her, honest!"

Julie suddenly, and totally unexpectedly, laughed out aloud, a wonderful bright smile bursting out all over her beautiful face.

"Oh god, my darling, you are such a lovely man that you are really easy to wind up! Actually, Jen says in her letter that she had the most wonderful time with you, and thanked me for the loan of my man. She says that her itch has been well and truly scratched, and that you were a complete darling. She told me that I'm to ravish you as a reward for being so nice to her, once you're up to it again, of course. Here, read it for yourself!"

I sat down on the sofa and read Jen's letter to Julie. It was certainly a lot more intimate than anything I'd ever commit to paper, and I was a little surprised that Jen could remember quite so much detail of our time together.

"Oh good, I thought she'd enjoyed herself; I know I had, and I really didn't want to leave her that afternoon! I was so worried that we'd overdone it, and that her tummy would be really painful after all those spasms from coming so much."

I was incredibly relieved. I had genuinely thought from Julie's attitude that Jen had some very bad news for me!

She plonked herself down on my lap and kissed me. Quite thoroughly.

"She's right, you are a darling, much more concerned about her than about yourself!"

"I just hope she finds herself a nice man soon!"

"If she hasn't found one by the end of the month, I'll make sure she comes down here for the weekend, even if I have to go and collect her and drag her onto the train, and then we can finally have that threesome you promised her!"

"Thanks, I'm sure she'd love that, but you'll have to teach her how to have her orgasms without screaming them to the world. I'm sure that there would have been complaints about all the noise we were making, if any of her neighbours had been back in their rooms!"

"Yes, I have to admit that she does let herself go when she comes! We'll just have to concentrate on positions where she can't scream because she's got her mouth full of me! Do you remember that night with the twins in June, when we did a daisy chain? You'll just have to take Jen from behind while she's eating me out! And I wouldn't mind another taste of her, either. If we hadn't still been a bit sore from the night before, that soixante-neuf in her bed on the Saturday night would have been one of the best ever!"

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After lunch, the four of us went out for a brisk walk in the park before it got dark. The River Taff looked extremely black and cold as we crossed over the bridge, and we didn't hang about on our way home to a hot cup of tea!

Vee still wasn't feeling too bright, and we had made her wrap her face and neck in several layers of scarves. But she was glad that we had persuaded her to get out in the fresh air for a few minutes, and even more pleased to get back to the comparative warmth of her room!

Malcolm arrived back some five minutes after we did, and we had a simple supper of tinned tomato soup and a ham sandwich (courtesy of Malcolm's supplies from home); we were all fairly tired of food after eating big meals non-stop for a fortnight, and it was good to have something nice and simple for a change.

I put my duffle coat on and telephoned Jen later that evening, when I thought she'd be back in her room after dinner; both to thank her for the letter, and to check that she was now okay. I knew that she had enjoyed some incredible orgasms that had wracked her body for a couple of minutes each time, and she had said in her letter that her poor tummy muscles had really stiffened up the next day despite the rapid deployment of the hot water bottle and painkillers.

I got straight through. She assured me that she was now absolutely fine, and that in any case, it had all been well worth it! The pleasure had been worth the subsequent pain.

I hoped that the Hall porter could not listen in to the telephone calls he put through to the rooms, because our conversation suddenly got very explicit indeed!

There was a rustling sound, and then Jen asked me to hang on a moment.

I heard the noise of the phone being put down, some shuffling, and then she picked it up again.

"Hello? Are you still there, Jon?"

"What on earth are you doing, Sis?"

"I couldn't undo my bra and take my top off while holding the phone by my ear, so now I've got rid of them, and I'm lying naked on my bed with a towel under my bottom to catch the goo. You do realise that I started to get wet as soon as I heard your voice?"

"You're joking!"

"Oh no I'm not, great big well-hung brother of mine. I've had to get myself off every night this week because I was thinking about what you'd done to me and how wonderful it was, and I'm now going to give myself another come while I talk to you!"

"I'm just so sorry that I'm not there in person to help you out, darling! Do you want me to talk you through it, like I did with Julie last summer?"

"Oh god, yes please, the memory of being with you is so fresh that I can easily imagine you kissing the side of my neck as you caress my nipples with your thumbs, and then move down my body, covering every inch of my skin with kisses until you get to my boobs..."

"And then I fasten my lips around your nipples, and nibble them very gently with my teeth, lashing them with my tongue as they grow more and more erect, until they look like little pink buds ready to open..."

"Ohhh god! And now you are moving your mouth down, tickling my skin with your lips, brushing my tummy lightly as you move towards your goal..."

"Breathing gently onto your tummy, puffing little gusts of air into your pubic hair, smelling your arousal as you open your legs wide so that I can get at you..."