It was Saturday morning in early December, and I passed the time by putting up some Christmas decorations. Clare was going to be over later, but it was Sarah’s return after her fourth date with Liz that primarily occupied my mind.
I had hoped their dating would stop after three dates, as originally suggested by Liz. However, they were now up to four, and it had been only two weeks since the first one. It now seemed unlikely to me that they would ever take a break or even stop.
Sarah had told me that she was having a lot of fun with Liz and that she now knew what she had been missing, that she was attracted to the older lady. I also desired the MILF, but there was currently no chance of me having sex with her, not without her husband, Derek, doing the same with my girlfriend.
Liz and Derek had never directly brought it up with me, but Sarah and I had discussed the possibility of swapping with them. I had said no and closed the conversation down, even if Liz’s charms became readily available to me.
It didn’t help that Derek had understood the meaning behind the picture of the anklet over her stocking. According to Sarah, if we ever got together, Derek’s reward would be the chance to fuck her bare, just like the photo implied.
Sarah had also told me that Liz may be a MILF, but she was the perfect sexual partner. Yes, she was a little older, but that was exactly what my girlfriend desired. Liz was assertive and knew what she wanted both inside and outside the bedroom.
The fifty photos that I had received from their first night together had proved that very point. Derek and I received nearly identical pictures, as they had taken them in pairs. There were many of Sarah; a lot showed her being fucked by a naked Liz wearing a large black strap-on cock. My girlfriend had confided in me that she loved being penetrated by a woman in such a way.
However, my favourites were a series of photos with Sarah sitting on the older lady’s face and Liz’s legs spread wide as the camera captured her wetness. The pictures had been taken a few seconds apart, and you could see my girlfriend working her tongue slowly down Liz’s body towards the large bush of hair. Once there, Sarah used her fingers to open Liz’s pussy to the camera and showed the MILF’s inner pinkness; it was framed by dark pubic hair.
Sarah was making sure I knew what I was missing before she plunged her tongue into the MILF’s wet cunt. She later told me she had posed Liz like that for me and they had gotten off several times that way during the night.
With my cock in hand, the photos kept me going last night. Without the images, I think I would have stopped the dating after the agreed-upon three dates.
Liz had initially planned to see Sarah twice before Christmas, but the first date quickly shattered that plan. Apparently, Derek had drooled over my girlfriend’s body, and Liz couldn’t get enough of Sarah either. She had surprisingly changed this week’s business travel so she could spend an extra two nights with my girlfriend.
We had even received the coveted invite to spend a weekend at Liz and Derek’s Cotswold retreat.
However, I had already decided that this was where we were going to take a break from Liz. You could call it my four-date rule. It was like Clare had mentioned to us, the need for a reset; I was now going to demand one. It would be time to adjust, talk, and see where Liz fits into our lives.
With half the decorations done, I glanced out the window and saw Liz’s Porsche pull up, and Sarah seemed to bounce out of it. There was a spring in her step as she strolled past her newly purchased car, a dark blue Ford Fiesta.
She was happy—and it was still early morning!
I already knew she must have had a wonderful time, and I moved to greet her at the top of the stairs with a kiss.
“I missed you,” I honestly said, knowing I was just about to tell Sarah that she needed to have a break from Liz.
But it turned out that I needn’t have worried.
“I missed you too, David, but last night was the last time I will be away as Liz is off to the States next week. She has some business there. Derek and her family are going to join her as soon as the schools break up.”
“She’s spending Christmas in the USA?” I asked while trying to hide my delight in learning this.
“Yes, they are staying at Derek’s parent’s place in Connecticut, but Liz is going out a week early and won’t be back until mid-January as she is spending time at the corporate headquarters.”
Sarah took off her coat and dropped her overnight bag on the settee. I noticed she was wearing the same white woollen dress she had worn on her first date with Liz.
Sarah watched me and giggled as I lifted the dress’s hem. I had already noticed both the new and old anklets and the absence of stockings, but I wasn’t expecting the absence of underwear as well.
“This morning Liz asked me not to wear any panties or bra,” Sarah remarked. “Actually, I didn’t wear any last night when she took me out for a meal.”
I inquisitively looked at Sarah.
“I wore a new dress that Liz bought for me, along with my stockings and my new anklet over the top of them.”
Sarah knew I liked to know the details, and she told me this was very different from the three dates she had with Liz before; those had been mainly staying in a hotel room and having sex.
For their fourth date, Liz suggested that Sarah relax and come out as being gay. For the evening they were openly a lesbian couple, and she had to play the part of Liz’s lesbian floozy, which she found exciting to do.
Sarah continued… “I like Liz. She is assertive, and she opened up to me…”
“I am sure she did,” I injected, which earned me my first nudge of the day, even though Sarah giggled at my witty comment.
Sarah went on to tell me about her time at the “Velvet Lounge Hotel.” It turned out to be a proper date… and by the end of Sarah’s story, we were both looking hungrily at each other.
I needed to also reclaim, Sarah.
It didn’t take much persuading to get my girlfriend to lean over one of the kitchen bar stools, her naked backside now staring back towards me. With little effort I pushed my erect seven-and-a-half inches into Sarah’s increasingly wanton pussy, an audible sigh escaping both our lips.
Our fuck might have started slowly, but I was soon thrusting our way to our mutual climaxes. I wanted to physically remind Sarah that she was mine and what she would be missing if she didn’t have me.
As I grunted into my girlfriend, I heard clapping; it was Clare. She had been watching our performance.
“He is reclaiming me,” Sarah giggled as she reached for the tissues.
I stood there, my cock still in Sarah. I was proud of myself for having made my blonde girlfriend cum in front of Clare. I chuckled, “I have now fully reclaimed her; Sarah was with Liz last night.”
Clare smiled and stated, “Well, if that is the case, as I have been with both Brenda and Karen this week, you better reclaim me twice!”
“I better clean up first,” I remarked, knowing I needed a few minutes to recover.
“Don’t, David, you will taste better. Sarah’s essence is still on your willy.”
“Cock,” I corrected, realising she had deliberately used the same word her girlfriend Karen liked to use.
Clare knowingly smiled and stepped closer before she dropped to her knees and wrapped her lips around my cock.
It wasn’t long before Clare and I were making love in the comfort of my bed. I may not have managed it twice, but Sarah later joined us and made sure Clare didn’t go wanting. However, I couldn’t help seeing the irony as Clare came on Sarah’s tongue just after I had been telling my second girlfriend what she would be missing if she went girl-only next year.
I left the two naked girls talking about their weeks and made some late breakfast. As I boiled the kettle, I realised just how comfortable Sarah had become with being bisexual; that was all down to Liz.
The girls were laughing at something as I returned and announced, “Breakfast is served,” and then passed to each of them a mug of tea.
There was no reaction, which slightly surprised me, though I knew it was getting a little old. They just put the cups on the bedside cabinet and carried on talking. I climbed back into bed and snuggled up to Sarah, though she pushed me away, saying I was cold. Our three-way sleeping arrangement had never changed, with my blonde girlfriend always in the middle and Clare and me on either side of her.
“I see you’re still using Brenda’s old car,” I remarked to Clare, still a little peeved that neither of my girlfriends had reacted to my breakfast comment. “I guess you’ve done your photoshoot and peed on someone,” I added.
Clare uncharacteristically went quiet and blushed.
Eventually, Sarah and I pried the story out of her, which had us laughing at Clare’s expense. In the end, we both promised never to tell another soul.
Later, after we had showered and put some clothes on, Clare handed us a letter, which turned out to be a formal invitation to one of Brenda’s extravagant-themed parties. It was to be held on Sunday, 27th December, as the next day was a national holiday.
On the card, it read…
You are cordially invited to “Brenda’s Xmanye Party,” from eight till very late. Men are to be dressed in appropriate fancy dress, and women in a themed sexy costume; topless is fine!
I read it again and smiled. Only Brenda could get away with suggesting women could be topless, but when I thought deeper, I suspected some of them might actually go topless in the evening as Brenda mixed with a very libertarian crowd.
“It seems a little unfair that you two only have to find the bottom half of your costume,” I jested, earning me a gentle nudge from both girls, though they both then stated that they didn’t yet know what they were going to wear.
Sarah asked, “What is an Xmanye party?”
I didn’t know either.
“As you know,” Clare explained, “Brenda likes to host parties. She always has one for her birthday at the end of May, and Halloween was only cancelled due to the complications of the Madrid photo shoot.”
I thought that everyone knew that Brenda liked to host parties; it was partly what she lived for.
“Xmanye means Christmas and New Year rolled into one. You need to dress in a Christmassy costume but wear something with 1988 written on it. That is your nod to the New Year.”
“Okay,” I replied, now understanding.
“I will be with Karen until eleven, but after that, I will swap and be Brenda’s girlfriend. During that time, David, I hope you will look after Karen, and you are both welcome to stay in the Pink bedroom with us.”
“Won’t that be a little crowded?” I suggested.
“I don’t think so. You see, while the party is boisterous before midnight, after that it gets really wild. A lot of the guests leave not long after the gongs.”
“Wild?” I questioned
“I’ve never been to one. But the way Brenda put it to me, yes; it does turn into more of a sex party. She told me, those colour-themed bedrooms were there for a reason.”
I looked at Sarah; she seemed quiet.
“What do you think?” I asked, already knowing that Clare was going.
“I want to know more… How many will be there, and who is going?”
Clare explained that there had been two hundred people invited, and Brenda expected around one hundred and fifty to attend. However, after midnight, the numbers drop to around fifty. The sexual activity is confined to the colour-themed bedrooms and the wet room, and there are condoms provided. And Brenda’s bedroom, the red room, requires an invitation to enter.
“So it is a sex party?” I needed clarity.
“And who is going?” Sarah asked, once again, seemingly not put off at all.
“Yes, it is a sex party. But as I said, that is only later on. As for who goes, well, the Rainbow crowd for sure, especially as they closed Rainbow’s for that night. The board of Brenda Ltd will also be there, as will Hugo and Desmond. For sure, there will be plenty of colourful people, and by the way, you are VIP guests, as no one else other than Paula, Karen, and me is staying the night.”
“And how long are you planning to be attending this party?” I asked, already knowing.
“To the end, David and I will be indulging with the other lesbian ladies; there will be lots there.”
“Strictly no men,” I loudly stated to Clare; she knew I considered that cheating.
We had an agreement that she could sleep with as many women as she liked. But when it came to men, there was only me.
Clare giggled, “Of course, there won’t be any men! That is my New Year’s resolution, to be girl-only in 1988.”
I gazed at Clare, my anger simmering just beneath the surface. But then Clare did something unexpected; she leaned into me and lovingly kissed me and whispered, “Well, there might be one man.”
With those words, I melted; I couldn’t help it. I knew despite all these trysts with other ladies, Clare still loved me… I was her man!
“Do you want to go?” I asked Sarah, already guessing the answer. I then added, “If we attend, do you want to go in matching themed costumes?”
“We’re going, David, as it will be fun, and just for your information, what I’m now thinking about wearing won’t suit you. So you are on your own there.”
Clare giggled, and I even chuckled to myself as it appeared that I had just been told… again!
The rest of the weekend flew by, laughter never too far from our mouths, the two girls often going out of their way to tease me. We made our plans for the festive holidays, each realising that we would not be seeing each other on Christmas Day.
By the time Clare left early Sunday afternoon, all the Christmas decorations were up, and happily, I had not so discreetly managed to relocate my lava lamp into the corner of the lounge—“to add more Christmas colour.”
Clare also told us that Brenda was planning to put a gym in her apartment and have a swimming pool built on the roof. These were part of her continued fitness campaign, though I wasn’t sure how well that sat with her other hobby, baking cakes.
For Clare’s nineteenth birthday, she had baked one in the shape of a light blue mini with a number nineteen on each door and bonnet. Clare also informed us that once she had fulfilled her Brenda date, the car would be hers, complete with a year’s tax and insurance.
I was pleased for my second girlfriend; she needed to be mobile so she could come over and see me.
As Clare left, Sarah hugged her and gave her a meaningful, loving kiss before saying, “See you next weekend.”
It was an action that brought a wide smile from both me and my second girlfriend.
When Clare was gone, I asked Sarah what that was all about, and she told me that it was something Liz had said, which was… “Be true to yourself.”
I was not sure if I understood what she meant, and Sarah refused to expand on what she had just said.
*****
It was Sunday afternoon, and we were at Sarah’s parents, having what I hoped would be one of our last ‘family integration’ roast dinners. The subject of stopping them was one that Sarah and I still had to broach, but today there was a more pressing thing I needed to do… ask James permission for Sarah to move in with me.
The ladies and Gary retired to the living room, leaving James and me to wash and dry up. I knew this was a perfect opportunity to speak to Sarah’s father, and I suddenly felt nervous.
“James, I would like to ask you something man-to-man,” I enquired as I passed a plate to him to dry.
He looked at me, “It depends, as there are some things a father just does not need to know.”
“It is not like that, sir. I recently asked Sarah if she wanted to move in with me, but she told me that I had to ask you first.”
I was not being totally honest with James, as Sarah had suggested to me that she would, perhaps in gradual steps, move in with me early next year.
“Do I need to ask your permission first, sir?”
James laughed, “I am a sir now—I could get used to that!”
I was not sure why I had used the term, sir. Until then it had always been James to me. I passed the next plate across to him.
“Sarah can move in with you without my permission, though recently I have to say she seems to be spending rather a lot of time at your place.”
James was talking about the two extra mid-week nights when she had told her parents that she was sleeping over with me, but unknown to them, she was staying in a hotel with Liz.
“I will make sure she knows that. If she is reluctant, and I do not know why she would be, you could always suggest a halfway house. Maybe she stays with you three or four nights every week.”
I was pleased with James’s reply, and I passed him another plate.
“But as a father, I do need to say to you, David, that when you ask a girl to move in with you, then you need to be ready for long-term commitment, and with that comes responsibility. Are you ready for that?”
I smiled and said that I was. Yet, I wondered how committed we were to each other. It was a thought that went to my very core. We had an open relationship. Would our love for one another be enough to keep us together?
And then there was Clare?
James continued… “It is obvious that my daughter loves you, David. However, you need to be careful that she does not slip through your fingers, as Sarah is not that timid girl of a year ago. She has changed. Everyone notices her now, and she has many admirers; a man even phoned her from Germany a couple of days ago.”
I thought of Rob, the arrogant fucker. I tried my hardest not to show it on my face as a couple of questions flashed through my mind… How did Rob get Sarah’s telephone number? Why hadn’t she told me? What did he want?
“She is a beautiful woman, David.”
“I know, sir,” my mind, still on Rob.
James smiled and said, “I even heard she has done some modelling recently.”
With that comment, my thoughts flashed back to our current conversation as I tried to stop myself from dropping the glass I had been washing up!
James laughed at my discomfort and then held up his hand and stated, “As I said, there are some things a father does not need to know.”
I gave a false smile and thought, James must have asked Sarah where she had got the money to buy a car. That and Rob were two points I needed to bring up later with my girlfriend.
“Thank you for your advice, sir,” I said without thinking, feeling compelled to end this part of the conversation, even though I knew there was still more I wanted to say.
James laughed. “I could definitely get used to being called sir, as there is no one else in this bungalow who will call me that!”
We both chuckled, though I thought our conversation had thrown up a new question, Rob.
“James, I know that I am getting to a point in my life where I need to start making commitments, and I feel this is the first of them. My job is going well, and next year I will be doing some travelling for work. That will be a new experience for me, and it comes with even greater responsibility.”
I smiled inwardly, having successfully incorporated into the conversation the two words Sarah had told me were significant to her father.
“As you know, I am also committed to purchasing a house next year, and I have been saving hard for that for the last two years. That is also going well.
Sarah is my first long-term girlfriend, and I have said I could not be happier, but being her boyfriend is a role I am still growing into. I am only twenty-three, and Sarah is not quite nineteen. We just need a little more time to grow as a couple before we are ready to fully commit to one another.”
James nodded, and I felt relieved I got my point across and that Sarah was now one step closer to moving in with me.
With us not going to the “Bat and Ball” Sunday night disco, Sarah whispered to me. “Let’s get out of here. I want to talk, and I also need you.”
Those last four words caught my ears, and it wasn’t long before we were back at the flat and naked in bed together. Sarah lovingly rode my cock as she spoke.
“I needed this,” she groaned. “You’ve been affecting me all afternoon.”
I hadn’t realised.
Her pussy was now doing wonders for my cock. She was using her pelvic muscles to gently squeeze it as she lightly rocked on me. This type of sex was different; a new experience for me, and one I found out later had been suggested by Lisa, Sarah’s best village friend.
However, as I lay there, the thought of the phone call my girlfriend had received from Rob kept bubbling up. It was something I had been waiting for the right time to bring up.
“David, I need to tell you that my dad thinks you loaned me the money for my car.”
“And did a little modelling,” I grinned.
Sarah giggled, “Before you get any ideas, I told my parents it was clothes modelling for a friend of Clare’s.”
With a warm smile, my girlfriend’s pussy gripped my cock, her pelvic muscles doing wonders as she squeezed me as we gently rocked. It felt like my cock was residing in paradise; Sarah’s pussy was almost milking me.
“There is something else,” Sarah whispered. “But don’t say anything until you hear me out.”
“Okay,” I breathed as I felt my testicles start to tighten, and I knew it wouldn’t be long before I came.
I had briefly forgotten about Rob as I tried to prevent myself from cumming. I was trying to keep my cock in the realm of ecstasy.
I looked at Sarah; her body was alive and enjoying this slow sex as much as me.
As my girlfriend continued to rock on me, she breathed, “Rob phoned me.”
My eyes instantly shot open, and I went to say something. But Sarah clamped her hand over my mouth and said, “Let me finish… I know you don’t like him very much, and that’s why I’m telling you now. Just lay there and enjoy this while I tell you what happened.”
I followed the instructions; the urge to cum had now somewhat subsided.
“I didn’t know Rob was going to call me, and I didn’t give him my telephone number. He told me that he got it from Jaz’s address book. Jaz didn’t know.”
My blonde girlfriend leaned forward and kissed me, making me feel instantly better and bringing my mind back to the present. Her gentle rocking was once again bringing me close to erupting in Sarah.
“He just wanted to talk to me, David, but I reminded him that I am with you.”
I groaned as I was close… Sarah too; her movements had gained momentum as she started to fuck me harder; she was doing most of the work.
“What did he want?” I groaned, my cock now throbbing, passing the point of no return.
“He wants to fuck me!” Sarah exclaimed as our bodies exploded in a mutual orgasm.
I lay there, my eyes closed, my mind thinking about what Sarah had just said. Then I felt her lips once again on mine, bringing me out of my reverie.
“It was a silly question, David… We both know what he wants. I can’t help it if I like his stories and being chattered up, but why should I be interested in him when, as you know, I have decided on you?”
“Have you told him not to phone again?” I asked, once again thinking rationally.
“Yes David, but I can’t stop him if he calls, and I am not going to be rude to him. If he phones, we will talk, but does that really matter, as I will soon be living here with you?”
I smiled back at my girlfriend, as I knew that much was true.
“By the way, how did your chat with my dad go?”
“It went well. He suggested that if you don’t want to move straight in with me, you could do it in steps, like trying four or five nights to start with.”
Sarah giggled, “I think he said three or four nights.”
“You were listening?”
“Every word, David, it was too important a conversation to miss!”
*****
As the clock ticked down towards the anniversary of Sarah’s miscarriage, I found myself spending more time with her. Sarah’s French oral classes had stopped for the Christmas break. However, on the last day of term, she found out that the college wanted to bump her up to the advanced class and potentially give her a better qualification.
Of course, Sarah’s improvement in French was mostly thanks to Stanley and her modelling for him. With me watching, this happened at least twice a week, and occasionally on the weekend if Clare didn’t come over.
Stanley’s studio was always hot, and under her coat, my girlfriend only wore her kimono dressing gown, which always came off once she knew which painting she was posing for. From then on, she would never put it back on, feeling very comfortable being naked in front of the older man.
I was still waiting for Stanley to have that conversation over his Highland Park scotch whisky, but at least one thing had changed as the latest portrait was a full nude. Sarah was lying on her side, facing us, the blue lace curtain draped over her feet and along her back. It did not cover Sarah’s body. Her two D-cup breasts and bare slit were there for all to see, and the only item she had on was her anklet.
However, we did manage to break open Stanley’s scotch when, at the end of one of the sittings, he informed us that he had heard a whisper that Sarah had gotten the job at GEL International, and a letter was already in the mail confirming her employment. Stanley understood her role was fundamentally the same as he had previously discussed with us.
We thanked him, and Sarah gave him a friendly, naked hug, which I’m sure raised his blood pressure.
When the letter arrived later that week, it said her start date would be Monday, January 15th. I suggested that it would be a good time to move in with me the weekend before the fifteenth.
Sarah said she would think about it.
Her job title surprised me; it read Junior Manager, Hotels Group, and the letter read that she would be part of a small new team coordinating the incorporation of hotels recently purchased by GEL International, the well-known leisure group.
As we already knew, Sarah would be based at the group’s headquarters, a short walking distance from my flat. However, later on, and after her three-month probation period, she would be expected to occasionally travel and visit the hotels. All expenses were paid, though where possible, it was stressed that Sarah had to use the train, taxis, and other public transport.
Training was going to be given, including several courses at the local college. It was a place where GEL International was a key sponsor, and some of the courses had been tailored to suit the company’s needs.
The only surprise came at the end of the letter. It said that after her probation period, Sarah would have to attend a six-week qualification course in London, and during this time, work and stay in one of their hotels. It also mentioned that during this period, on Fridays, Sarah would be back at the headquarters to keep up to date with the weekly company business and to report back on the course.
“Six weeks isn’t long,” Sarah stated, “and it sounds like I will be back here for weekends,” she then remarked, knowing what I was thinking.
“Maybe you could visit me in London; we have to see… It is too far ahead.”
Sarah was right; that was a long way in our future. This was a fantastic career opportunity for my girlfriend, and I knew I had to put my feelings and wishes aside and support Sarah.
I turned towards her and said, “I am proud of you.”
Then I lovingly kissed her.
*****
It was Friday, December 18th, and I waited anxiously for Sarah to arrive. As today got closer, I suggested to my girlfriend to bring up her miscarriage with her mother and not wait until the eighteenth. But Sarah was adamant that she only wanted one day associated with the miscarriage.
I watched her car arrive and heard Sarah’s heavy steps on the stairs. I sensed this was not going to be good news. That was only confirmed when I saw my girlfriend’s reddened face. She was crying, tears running down her cheeks.
There was no need for words.
With all my love, I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head as she sobbed into my shoulder. Tears were welling in my eyes, and I wanted to join, gently crying with her.
But I was meant to be the alpha man…
It was only then I realised that alpha men cried too as my tears started to flow with Sarah’s.
*****
As we cuddled in bed, Sarah explained that she had been right; that her parents held back from telling her what had happened a year ago because of her depression. Then later, they didn’t speak to her as we were together. The last thing her parents wanted was something new weighing on Sarah’s mind, and this was especially true as she was rebuilding her life with me.
By strange coincidence, because Sarah hadn’t mentioned it early in the year, her mum had also waited until today to bring it up, and it was she who first mentioned it to my girlfriend.
Sarah went on to explain that it was a rare hereditary issue, which both her mum and aunt had. She even told me what it was called, but the name didn’t matter, as by that time my only thoughts were with my girlfriend and how to support her.
“But you became pregnant, so there is always hope,” I whispered as I kissed Sarah, though part of me already knew that only made it worse.
There was a silence hovering around us, Sarah not wanting to speak and me not knowing what to say. So I just held her until I couldn’t take the quietness anymore.
“Sarah, was it a miscarriage?”
“Yes, but that shouldn’t stop me from carrying a baby.”
The mention of the B-word caused Sarah to start crying once again. My mind was now trying its best to work out what to do; this was not like engineering; there were no manuals for this.
I kissed Sarah’s cheek and then started kissing every tear, and as I did this, I told her once again how much I loved her…
It seemed to work as she turned to me and whispered through the tears what I knew had been on her mind, “David, you won’t leave me if I can’t get pregnant. I know you want children.”
I kissed Sarah to stop such negative thoughts. I knew her past, and we didn’t need to remain there. We were a couple, and together, we were a strong team.
“Always,” I muttered. “We will always be a couple. I will never leave you, and I promise we will get through this together.”
“David, the chances of me getting pregnant naturally are very low. The doctors say the average with this condition is a chance of one in ten thousand. With Jerry, I was unlucky. When my mum put me on the pill, she knew it was probably not needed. She told me she was extremely lucky to have me, and Gary only happened because she had been taking a hormone drug.”
“There you go then, there is a solution,” I said, trying to sound cheerful, and I then tenderly added. “And your mum wasn’t the only one who was lucky when she had you.”
I carefully rolled between Sarah’s legs and looked lovingly into her watery blue eyes.
“I love you,” I warmly reassured her as my lips found Sarah’s, her tears once again flowing.
“David, I love you too… and I guess there is hope; my mum did get pregnant; it just took a while.”
I whispered, “I have said this many times before. I will always be there for you, never leave you, and we need to remember, together, there is always hope…”
“David put it in me; I need to be loved…”
With minimal effort, I adjusted my position and slid my cock into Sarah. With another kiss, we softly rocked together.
“There is something else, David. For any potential future treatment, I need to have a test, and that means I will need to come off the pill—though perhaps that doesn’t matter so much anymore.”
Tears flowed down my girlfriend’s face as we continued gently moving together, and my mouth moved close to Sarah’s ear.
I softly soothed, “Whatever it takes.”
Extra Author’s Note: The “Velvet Lounge Hotel” and Clare’s watersports photoshoot will be covered in standalone stories and are not part of the book.
Author’s Note: All characters engaged in sexual acts are 18+ ©2025 wxt55uk. This story may not be reproduced in any manner without the express permission of the author.
