Unexpected Baggage (closed for DelicousMaiden)

[Bevatoria]

Unexpected Baggage (closed for DeliciousMaiden)

Name: Andre Cooper
6'1, 180 pounds

Today was the day. His alarm struck at precisely 7:00 in that morning, and Andre Cooper took one last, long look at his room. Even as he tried to come to grips with the fact that he would be back in this room eventually, he knew that after today everything would change. He was 18 now, and about to go away to college, an experience that would change people. That would change everything, both about him and about the small town he lived in. Things *had* already changed, though, as he looked at the room that was cleaner then it had ever been with him as its occupant. He was taking one bag, everything else to be provided for him, off to college on a full basketball scholarship. The 'great white hope' some in the town had called him, hero of the working class kids.

It was a boon for him and his family, who definitely couldn't afford to send him anywhere. He'd worked for everything his entire life, an attitude his parents had instilled in him. His dad had been a miner, and his mother a stay-at-home mom who didn't know the definition of a 'lazy day'. Everything she'd been given had been put into raising her kids. Another pang of regret hit him, while numbly strolling into the shower, about the 14 year old brother Ian and 12 year old sister Carla he wouldn't be seeing for at least eight months, and possibly longer. Sure, they could be brats, but they were family, and he'd miss all of them.

As he slid a grey t-shirt over his muscled torso, his thoughts turned to the one he'd miss the most. Or the least. Andre had been with her last night, and their talk hadn't gone especially well when he'd confirmed to her that he was leaving, taking advantage of an oppurtunity that she would just have to snap her fingers to get. She'd have her choice of colleges, and for him it was either take this or go to work in the mines, just like his Dad had. There was no shame in that, and it wasn't that he didn't respect his Dad's career choices, but he wanted to try more. To be more then someone who just lived off of money.

He just wasn't sure. Andre knew he had a connection with her, to say nothing of how incredibly physically attractive she was...he could lose himself for hours in those legs, that seemed to stretch on gracefully, forever, up into the skirts and shorts she seemed to favor. The smile, the easy laugh that came to her, the way she made him feel like an equal, and not just some poor kid who'd gotten lucky. As much as Andrew might look like an unintelligent brute at times, he wasn't dumb. He could hear what people said about him, and if anything it fueled his drive to prove them wrong. To take full advantage of the oppurtunity he'd been given.

It felt like minutes later (but was actually an hour or two) when he found himself in the front step, backpack slung over his shoulder as he got ready to walk to the bus station. Dad had taken the car to work and he'd said his goodbye to him last night, and there was no sense in making the farewell any longer then he had to. "Goodbye freckles." His nickname for his sister, and he did the same for his brother. "Bye Ian." His mom had already started crying, but he smiled through it anyways, squeezing her just a bit more.

"Goodbye, mom."

With a wave, and a nod as she moved the kids inside, the door closed, and Andre found himself at a loss. Time to start the first day of the rest of his life, and he took another melancholy look at the house. He hoped beyond hope that he'd be able to come back for christmas, and the little naggging thought came to him saying it might be four years before he saw his family again. Not four months. The moment lasted longer then he'd thought, and he found himself standing in place, oblivious to the wind, the noises around him. Which he didn't think he'd have to worry about this early in the day; everyone had already left for work so there'd be no reason for anyone else to be out and about.

Andre shook his head, turning back to the street to start his long walk. He'd already looked outside before leaving, so it took him a moment to realize that something about the view had changed. Or, more specifically, that a familiar car had pulled up in front of his house.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Christine Sheridan

Christine’s home life as about as great a contast to Andre Cooper’s as you could get. She had been struck by the bustle and the noise of constant activity that was inevitable when so many people lived in such a confined space. In comparison her home was vast, palatial even. Where Andre lived amongst constant chaos and a riot of colour, her home was spacious, sumptuous and solitary. The only child of wealthy parents, Chrissie had all she could wish for materially. She wanted for nothing: She had but to express the desire and her parents’ provided. Life had become too easy and Chrissie was bored, bored, bored: It held no challenge and therefore no reward. Chrissie had never had to work for anything, or more to the point found anything worth working for, until now …

Andre was not the type she usually ran with. He didn’t know any of her friends, go to any of the places she did or share any of her interests. They would never have met if it had not been for Stacey texting her about the fact she’d just spotted Carl downtown in a clinch with an ex. It wasn’t that he and Christine were in a serious relationship, in fact that had only had a couple of dates and were by no means a couple, but her pride was piqued … and besides it was something to do … And so Christine had headed down town and finally caught up with them sweet talkin’ over coffee.

”Carl, fancy seeing you here …”

Sarcasm had dripped from her voice as she sipped from the tall glass she held.

”Better go easy there … don’t wanna be going off prematurely… “

She gave the girl beside him a saccharin smile.

”Or was that just with me..?”

As if by accident the glass full of ice water, cubes and all tipped and poured as if in slow motion into Carl’s crotch causing him to cry out and jump up.

”Oh and just to cool you off further, don’t bother coming round again … “

She told him with quite control before beaming at the mousy lil thing beside him.

”Good luck honey, you’ll need it …”

She told the girl before turning on her heel and making her leisurely exit.

Of course it had been fun, the most fun she’d had for a long time. She hastened round the corner and sat on the boot of her car giving way to her mirth, covering her mouth to suppress unladylike guffaws from pouring forth.

”Hey …. “

That one word tinged with concern caught her attention. And when she raised her eyes and met those eyes she was lost. He had witnessed the whole scene. Had assumed she had been jilted and followed her to see if she was ok. He had obviously assumed that her bravado was masking real heart ache. Rather than be offended at the thought that any guy would actually ditch HER, she was touched by his straightforwardness, especially given that he had no idea who she was.

And so it started... Of course she told him the truth …. eventually … but she was more wary of telling him about her family, her home life, especially about having shared a meal with the family. And then she knew she couldn’t lie to him anymore, even by omission. She could laugh when she thought of how confident, invincible Christine Sheridan had dreaded telling Andre the full truth about her background, where she came from. She already knew she represented totally different values from those he and his family held dear. But her name, her status, her money made no impression on him, neither positive, nor negative. To him she was still ‘Chrissie’ and to him all that 'stuff' hadn't changed who she was. From then on as they dated over Summer, she dealt with him honestly. He was unlike any guy she had ever known. She had brought him back to her place on only a couple of occasions as for the first time in her life she didn’t want to show off about what she had. It seemed inappropriate and shallow somehow. In fact the inequalities were less marked when they met outside of their respective homes for even though she was welcomed by his family, she could not help but feel awkward by the stark contrast between their families.


It had seemed to work. She was really into him. He turned the humdrum routine of her life upside down and challenged her in more ways than he realised. He was funny and bright and despite the bravado of her comments to the unfortunate Carl, Andre knew that in truth she was what his mother termed ‘a decent girl’ and he in turn had showed her nothing but respect, a fact if she was honest, she did not always appreciate! Of course she knew that he had wanted to study further and was thrilled for him that he had been awarded a scholarship, but even up to the very last minute Chrissie had somehow thought things would change. So used to things just going her way without too much effort on her own part, last night had confirmed the fears that she had suppressed, that Andre had a future to pursue and that he was leaving and not coming back for months at the very least. Their last night hadn’t been the loving farewell she supposed he had hoped for, but for Chrissie it had given her the clarity to see what she wanted and that she actually had to do something about it…

No trace of the upset of the evening before showed on her face as she reclined in a saucy pose in the back of her car.

”Fancy a ride Mister…?”

She purred as her boyfriend finally realised that she really was parked up in front of his house. Before he could speak, she dropped the banter and with a deft flick of her legs was sliding out of the seat and closing the gap between them as she threw her arms around his neck and pressed a kiss to his lips.

”I’m sorry … about last night … “

She told him him with a pleading look.

”I couldn’t let us part that way … “

She reached up and touched his cheek tenderly.

”So … to make it up to you … I thought I’d offer you a lift …”

She eased from his embrace and swept a hand theatrically towards her car.

”Your chariot awaits …”

She told him. But still he made no move towards it.

"Please Andre ... "

She was vulnerable for once in her life, an unexpected and not at all welcome feeling.

”Let me do this. Let me make this trip with you.
It’s such a better way to say goodbye, our own little road trip … ?”

She had to persuade him. For her plan to work he had to agree to this first part.
The rest ... she would deal with that when the time came...

 

[Bevatoria]

It wasn't as much the car that distracted Andre now as the person in it. And not even as much that as the languid, provocative pose she'd taken in the back seat of her car. Her legs dangling over the front seat...and her eyes looking at him with just a hint of desire in them.

It was Chrissie. His Chrissie, as much as he'd tried to not think of her that way after last night. When they'd parted on less then ideal terms, only vague promises made with even less hope of keeping them. But the way she looked at him now, her body language...

”Fancy a ride Mister…?” she purred at him, and it was all he could do to even gape at her as he watched her slide out of the seat. Even as she closed to him and kissed him warmly, he took a moment to react before his arms found their familiar positions around her, squeezing her closely before she pulled back a bit, whispering.

”I’m sorry … about last night … I couldn’t let us part that way … “ she pleaded, but Andre shook his head.

"It wasn't just you, babe." He said quietly. It wasn't his nature to let someone else take the blame even if it was their fault, but he knew that it was both of them that had caused it. Their immaturity, uncertainty going into several unknowns. He felt her hand touch his cheek, and he grasped it there, her warmth, even for a second, comforting him.

”So … to make it up to you … I thought I’d offer you a lift …” He watched her slip away from him, pointing towards the car.”Your chariot awaits …”

Andre hesitated, his only movement a slight shift in a direction. Since he was no longer moving, he had to shift his weight a little to stay balanced, but that wasn't what he was worried about. The look in her eyes scared him, and as hurt as they both had been last night, he'd never seen her like this before.

"Please Andre ... Let me do this. Let me make this trip with you. It’s such a better way to say goodbye, our own little road trip … ?”

He fingered his bag uncertainly. It would be better, but he wasn't ignorant enough to know that it would make their parting all the more painful, as well. To know that there was nothing they could do to stay together...she'd have her pick of guys here, and on the campus, as an athlete Andrew would, for once, be able to say the same about the girls. He'd get a new start there, a new chance to prove himself without any baggage or expectations...

...and looking at Chrissie, he saw the same. She had no expectations for him except that he send his last days before starting school with her. What had felt like a long time (which was probably only five to ten seconds) ended as he walked towards her.

"Okay, Chris." He smiled, kissing her forehead. "I'd love to spend more time with you." He didn't bother adding 'before I go back to school'. Even as his spirits jumped (and apparently hers did too), the prospect of what would come once they separated kept him down. Just a little, as he tossed his bag into the backseat where she'd so provocatively positioned herself earlier.

He flopped down into the passenger seat, buckling the seatbelt eagerly as the doors closed around them. As she pulled away, he turned to her with a cocked grin. "You do know where you're going, right?" It was supposed to be an easy, innocent question, meant to tease her about her perceived lack of planning.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

He wasn’t angry as she’d feared. He was always so calm, so fair. Perhaps that was why things had seemed so bad that evening before. He was a quiet controlled young man with a worryingly strong set of ethics. If he even suspected what she was up to, he’d walk away right there and then. And Chrissie couldn’t let that happen.

"Okay, Chris."

She hadn’t realised that she was holding her breath until he spoke those words.

"I'd love to spend more time with you."

The kiss on her forehead was less than passionate, but to him the journey would be bitter sweet, whilst to her … She let him stow his back in the backseat and slid behind the wheel. Waiting until he was all buckled up, she slowly pulled away, pure force of will stopping her from tearing down the road at breakneck speed, the central lock doors imprisoning him until she could be sure that he would not thwart her plans regardless of the effort it had all taken.

"You do know where you're going, right?"

She threw him a mock indignant look.

”Sure I know … well … near enough … you can still give directions right, Mr hot-shot-basket-ball-star?”

She teased, turning her attention back on the road, whilst in her mind a little voice was applauding… .. way-to-go Chrissie … Oscar time … just … keep it all under wraps and …”

”Shitttttt…. “

The expletive slipped from her as she belatedly screeched to a halt at a red light.

”I know … you’d like to get there alive… no worries … “

She grinned briefly.

”A girl can’t help but be distracted … “

She flirted with him as she steered.

”… and the car’s so much quicker than bus … maybes we have time to stop off enroute…? I can give you the farewell you deserve hun ... "

She bit back her impatience as it seemed Andre would need more convincing.


There’s a picnic hamper under the back seat … I“

Her desperation to persuade him and made her unguarded.
… steady Chrissie … don’t go letting him guess you’re too planned up … - the voice warned her.

”And mom won’t even miss it …”

She invented, pretending to grin at her own audacity. Andre knew well how exasperated her mother could get with Chrissie sometimes.

”I left her a note … so’s I’m sure she’ll forgive me … who wouldn’t?”

Again that surface flirting, but deep inside she prayed that Andre would be as forgiving as her mother would be in those fictional circumstances. All Chrissie had to do was keep things light, keep the conversation focused on him … and keep him outta the boot … easy… ish…

 

[Bevatoria]

”Sure I know … well … near enough … you can still give directions right, Mr hot-shot-basket-ball-star?”

"Pretty sure I can manage." Truth be told, Andre was pretty sure he was going to just get her to the town, and not much else; he could finagle his own way to the University from there. Even now, he was fairly surprised at how much his own celebrity had grown, the people here in town knew about where he was going, and he'd gotten some facebook messages from teammates welcoming him to the area.

His thoughts were interrupted as the car stopped suddenly, and he tensed as he lurched forward, the seatbelt keeping him in place.

”Shitttttt…. “A foul word escaping from the fair mouth of his girl, and Andre felt himself easing up around her again.

"I think I'm awake now, thanks."

”I know … you’d like to get there alive… no worries … “ she responded, and he turned to her with a bemused look on his face, watching her smile...enjoying it. Feeling the warmth they'd always shared, none of the cold uneasiness or hesitation that had dogged them last night. ”A girl can’t help but be distracted … … and the car’s so much quicker than bus … maybes we have time to stop off enroute…? I can give you the farewell you deserve hun ... " as she continued, Andre looked around uneasily.

As much as a part of him wanted to spend more time with her...there'd be questions. It wasn't as much his concern for him as it was for her, and he hesitated. "What'd you have in mind, babe?"

She bit back her impatience as it seemed Andre would need more convincing.

"There’s a picnic hamper under the back seat … I“

A quirky smile lit his face. "A picnic hamper? I didn't even know rich girls knew how to make a picnic." Another gentle tease, the easy smile returning to him.

”And mom won’t even miss it …”

"You sure about that? I know how much of a...control person your mom can be."

”I left her a note … so’s I’m sure she’ll forgive me … who wouldn’t?”

The moment stopped, and all traces of levity left Andre's face as he looked at her sincerely, his heart aching for her. Her smooth legs, the smile that always lit her face, her long hair colored the red of passion....in the tone that he was sure she'd claimed had always made her melt, he spoke softly, but with conviction.

"I'm sure I'll never have to forgive you for anything, Chrissie." He took her hand in his on the gear shift, just for a moment, enjoying the spark that always seemed to pass between them when they touched. Still, after all this time, he loved to touch her, to be in contact with her wherever they were. It was his one weakness, and she knew it. But he was comfortable with her knowing, because she would never hurt him.

He pulled back only because she needed both hands to drive. "So did you want to take this picnic somewhere along the way or did you have somewhere specific in mind?" Back to business, as Andre's gaze never left her as she answered.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"I'm sure I'll never have to forgive you for anything, Chrissie."

His words sent a shard of guilt coursing through her body. She could only pray that his words proved true. She loved her hand being held in his. He had driven her mad with need at times over Summer insisting that he could not go to that next step of their relationship when he knew that he would be leaving in the fall. Not only was he a fantastic looking guy, but he was sweet and gentle and the longer they held off, the more she wanted him until it had gotten to the stage of driving her crazy!

It wasn’t that he was immune to her: Far from it. But she was aware of his feelings and had respected them. In some way she had thought that if she played it his way something would happen to prevent him from leaving; but of course it hadn’t. It was as if she had made a deal with fate:
I’ll be good, I’ll play this one straight and if I do that then … everything will turn out for the best.
And she had kept her side of the deal, only fate had conspired against her. Well, it was Chrissie’s turn to redress the balance: By any means …

"So did you want to take this picnic somewhere along the way or did you have somewhere specific in mind?"

She seemed to consider.

”Oh … I dunno … I guess we should get most of the way there before we turn off. There must be some village or small place outside town. It’d be good to find somewhere quiet so’s you don’t have too far to go after eating… “

She glanced across at him.

” … sound good babe?”

She asked casually as she pulled into the fast lane and joined the traffic heading between cities.

”So … tell me again … what are you supposed to do when you get there?”

It hadn’t been the right time to talk about things last evening.

”You gotta report to anyone? Your studies don’t start straight away do they?”

She asked trying to recall the bits that he’d told her towards the end of Summer when the details had started coming in.

 

[Bevatoria]

”Oh … I dunno … I guess we should get most of the way there before we turn off. There must be some village or small place outside town. It’d be good to find somewhere quiet so’s you don’t have too far to go after eating… “ A beat passed before Chrissie looked at him. ” … sound good babe?”

He took a moment before smiling at her, rubbing her hand against the gear shift. "It sounds wonderful." The more he thought about it, the more he was warming to the idea of spending the last couple of days with his girl, the woman who just wanted to see him off no matter what ended up happening afterwards. It was a sweet, loving gesture from the person who just seemed to want their last memory together to be a good one, and not the one of their last night together.

”So … tell me again … what are you supposed to do when you get there?”

Somehow, it felt right to talk a bit about his routine. "I said I'd check into my dorm during the next week or so. Since I've got a scholarship, my room's already ready for me." Despite his modest upbringing, he felt a bit of pride at the one thing he'd been good at, the one thing that had made him noticed by anyone other then his Chrissie. "But they didn't really ask when, and I didn't say. They wanted us there for a few practices, but they're optional. I just wanted some time to get used to living...well, there."

”You gotta report to anyone? Your studies don’t start straight away do they?”

Thinking no ill intent of her question, Andre shook his head. "No, although I will once I get there. But nobody will be waiting for me as long as I show up before classes start. Which won't be until the beginning of September." He'd wanted to get away a bit early, as was his wont. As his family usually did. They'd been the type of people not to go to many parties or gatherings, but when they did, they were almost always the first ones there, early as to not offend (even if all they did was annoy the people planning the party, who needed more time to get ready). Chrissie had, at the very least, taught him that a five minute window around the start of the party was perfectly acceptable, too, during a rather amusing sequence where she'd still been in the shower before one of their dates.

He wasn't really sure what to say, and he couldn't stifle a yawn. Andre *had* been planning to sleep on the bus, but he wanted to stretch out this time with his beloved longer. He settled for a safe statement, one that echoed how he felt as he turned to her. "I wish you could come with me, Chris..." he said tenderly. Echoing some of the sentiments that had never found expression last night. "But I'm glad you're seeing me off like this."

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"I wish you could come with me, Chris..."

She turned to meet his eyes and her heart flipped at his words. It was what he wanted too.

”Andre ...”

She began, but he had continued.

"But I'm glad you're seeing me off like this."

She closed her mouth firmly and nodded.

”Me too … “

She managed to respond and feigned having to concentrate on changing lanes. Beside her she saw him stifle a yawn again.

”You look exhausted hun…”

She commented tenderly.

”We have hours to go … why don’t you try and grab some sleep?”

She saw his reluctance. He seemed to feel guilty at sleeping whilst she drove, but she would take no opposition.

” .. right … “

She crossed first one lane and then another, leaving less than adequate time for her to swing clear of those busy lanes and hit the back roads. Mere moments later she pulled up at the side of the road.

”Out … “

She ordered sliding out of the driver’s seat and moving to open the back doors.

”Lotsa space in here and a blanket too … “

The picnic basket was stowed behind the driver’s seat and the blanket shaken out.

”Come on Andre, just settle down and I’ll wake you when we’re ready for a stop … ok?”

Despite his initial objections, Chrissie managed to convince Andre to settle in the back. After quips about the rich girl chauffeuring the basketball star she was ready to pull out again and head back to the fast lane. She had barely hit the 10 mile mark when she noted that Andre had fallen asleep.

Chrissie put the radio on quietly to act as a distraction to her thoughts. Now and again her eyes moved to the central mirror adjusting it so that she could check on Andre, her heart going out to the young man who slept so peacefully behind her. She too was exhausted, having been occupied the entire night, but she was running on adrenaline; that and anxiety. There was so much riding on this and so much that could go wrong. She had no idea if she had done the right thing, but the alternative had been unbearable for her …

It was hours later as she was pulling the car off the road, the uneven surface making the car jolt and shake as she continued on from the far end of the car park making her way slowly along an unmade path before turning the car to park beneath a tree.

”Hey sleepy head…. “

She purred.

”Fancy some lunch …?”

She opened the car door and grabbed the basket and blanket which had fallen discarded to the foot well many miles back. With a smile she left him to get his bearings picking her way just a short distance to a more secluded spot where she spread the rug and dropped down to open up the picnic basket and explore its contents …

 

[Bevatoria]

”You look exhausted hun…”

Andre's look took on almost a dreamy expression. He *was* tired, and one of the things he loved about Chrissie was that he could be open with her, too. His Dad always wanted him to be strong, the man of the house, but with her he could relax and just be himself. A guy who wanted someone to be with, to enjoy their company. He'd always been grateful that she hadn't rushed the physical part of their relationship; it wasn't as if they hadn't made out, or he hadn't explored her body...but there was a line yet to be crossed. And she'd never pressured him, no matter how badly either of them had wanted it.

”We have hours to go … why don’t you try and grab some sleep?”

He sighed. "I want to enjoy every minute with you babe." But even as he said it, he could feel the fatigue starting to overwhelm him. Just a little bit, and he could have his energy back...and she pulled over to the side of the road quickly.

” .. right … Out … “

He blinked in confusion, but did as she did, even as she seemed to have a plan as she opened the back door.

”Lotsa space in here and a blanket too … “ She shuffled some things around, shaking out a blanket she'd put there and looking at him expectantly. ”Come on Andre, just settle down and I’ll wake you when we’re ready for a stop … ok?”

"Great athlete I am. All drowsy and tired, needing my little girl to drive me around." But as tender as Chrissie was, she also didn't take no for an answer, and soon he found himself laying back, enjoying the blanket on him, his eyes closing and surrendering to what his body needed. The nervousness had kept him up, but now he was resting, hoping to make the most of what little time they had left.

He awoke to a few jolts, but he didn't open his eyes until he felt her voice near him.

”Hey sleepy head…. “ Her voice was enticing, comforting, and he looked at her with a smile.

"Thanks, Chrissie. I feel much better now."

”Fancy some lunch …?”

"I'd love it." He got up, stretching a little and rubbing his eyes as he exited the vehicle, doing a few stretches as he felt the blood flow returning to his muscles. It was a beautiful day, and he found himself more and more glad that she'd chosen to do this. It was spontaneous, random, and not something he'd ever do. But that was another reason he loved her; for as much as he kept her grounded, there were occasions where Chrissie's zest for life would allow him to fly free. He tugged his arms behind him, touching his toes before he finally made his way over to his girlfriend, who had busied herself some distance away with a picnic basket and the blanket, setting up some items.

"What do we have here?" Andre was no longer moving with any hesitation or signs of fatigue, back to being the miner's son, the athlete he was, eying the blanket and basket with anticipation. "This looks great." She was still at work, and Andre let her, knowing she'd ask for help if she needed it. Plus, this was all her idea, and he wondered what she had planned, knowing it would be good for him.

It had to be good.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Chrissie watched as Andre stretched and looked around. As he had not been awake, he obviously would have no idea where they were, but true to form he had not even asked her … as yet.

"What do we have here?"

She smiled up at him as he settled down beside her on the blanket.

”Looks like we hit the jackpot …”

She told him, as if only just discovering its contents herself.

”Plenty of ‘fancy food’ …”

She teased using his term for her mother’s hors d’oeuvres.

”But some real good stuff too … “

She commented leaving the fancy platters in the hamper and setting out the more hearty sandwiches, sausage rolls, chicken drumsticks and rice salad and couscous (her choices) along with a French stick and a pat of golden butter.

”Looks perfect huh?”

She asked him as he handed him a melamine plate and cutlery along with two sturdy glass tumblers.

”And real lemonade….”

She held the bottle aloft before pouring it into his proffered glass.

”Bon appetit..”

She murmured, side stepping any query that perhaps this hamper wasn’t so representative of her mother’s usual compilation by suggesting that maybe she had ‘adjusted’ the contents to suit his taste, which fortunately Andre seemed to accept.
Sitting back on her heels, Chrissie watched Andre tuck into the food. She smiled softly as she watched his carefree manner; newly refreshed after such a long sleep and now eating his fill, she loved that about him, the fact that he took pleasure in the simple things of life … and she sure was learning to follow his example.

”Andre … “

She started tentatively after watching him clear his plate and delving into the hamper to take out a couple of apples as dessert.

”I know you were planning on bunkin’ up in motels when you made your bus changes and … in theory we could make your college by … oh … late this evening or early hours in the mornin’, but … “

She smiled at him hesitantly.

”I kinda fixed us a surprise whilst you were sleeping…”

She fabricated, biting her lip as she prepared to disclose part two of ‘the plan’.

”As this is our first and last road trip for a long while, I thought it would be good to make it … memorable … “

She sidled up to him and wrapped her arms around him, kissing him softly and meeting his eyes entreatingly.

”I booked us into this nice little place for the night … “

She told him.

”It’ll be so cosy … and romantic … and we can have a meal just the two of us and everything….”

She was genuinely excited, but saw the frown that her boyfriend tried to hide.

”Don’t look like that Andre … I wanted it to be special, but more than that … the driver needs to get her rest you know?”

She wanted him to drop his defences and reassure him that she wasn’t trying to seduce him. She lowered her eyes and hesitated before murmuring.

”I didn’t sleep so good last night … but I had to try to let you spend this last bit of time with you … but … I don’t want to drive too much further this afternoon … I’m pretty bushed myself, babe … this place, it’s not too far from here … I can bed down and get some rest and then we can enjoy a meal, a nice evening … a proper goodbye .. and then catch up on our sleep before I escort you on your way … “

She lifted pleading eyes to his.

”Just let me treat you, just this once hun. You can’t object to that, surely Andre?”

 

[Bevatoria]

”Looks like we hit the jackpot …Plenty of ‘fancy food’ …”

Andre smirked at her; it wasn't as if she didn't know what was in there, even it it *would* be like Chrissie to forget. But even with as last minute as this trip seemed to be, he knew she probably knew every item in there, back to front. This was their last trip together for a while...maybe forever. And she wanted it to be memorable.

Truth be told, now so did he. Even if he honestly wasn't a huge fan of hor d'oeuvres. They were free, though...

”But some real good stuff too … “

Ah, the good stuff. Meat, salad, sandwiches...he *loved* drumsticks, and couldn't resist the urge to grab one as Chris set up the rest of the food. French bread and butter....it seemed amazing that she had gone to all of this trouble just for him.

”Looks perfect huh?”

He took the plate with the drumstick in his mouth, watching as she pulled out the beverage, in a bottle...was that-

”And real lemonade….”

With that, she poured it with flourish into a glass, handing it to him.

”Bon appetit..”

He smirked at her. "Not like your mother to have all this." A jib, intended to make light of the fact she usually didn't do anything this elaborate...at least not herself. It warmed his hart that she'd gone to this much effort for him, and he set about enjoying his food while she did the same, and he stole glances at her. Chrissie was watching him, a contented look on her face, and he took every chance to enjoy it as he ate. It was peaceful, serene, delightful, all of the things he enjoyed about her.

”Andre … “

He paused in the middle of biting an apple, wondering if she'd wanted one, and he'd forgotten to offer. Oh, I'm such a fool, sorry hon, please-

”I know you were planning on bunkin’ up in motels when you made your bus changes and … in theory we could make your college by … oh … late this evening or early hours in the mornin’, but … “

Her smile, while comforting, started to make him feel uneasy. She'd been content throughout their meal, but the way she'd started the statement made him wonder what was behind it.

”I kinda fixed us a surprise whilst you were sleeping…”

Chrissie always looked so young and innocent when she bit her lip, and it was a gesture that always stirred Andre.

”As this is our first and last road trip for a long while, I thought it would be good to make it … memorable … “

He sat motionless as she scooted up to him, wrapping her slender arms around him and kissing him lightly, tenderly, and temptingly as well. He resisted the urge to respond even as his own body tensed closer to her. It would be so easy to drop his guard, to feel her body pressed against his, not restraining himself...

”I booked us into this nice little place for the night … It’ll be so cosy … and romantic … and we can have a meal just the two of us and everything….”

The excitement in her voice contrasted with the apparently discomforting look that he suddenly bore, and she continued.

”Don’t look like that Andre … I wanted it to be special, but more than that … the driver needs to get her rest you know?” Another moment passed, and Chrissie clarified further. ”I didn’t sleep so good last night … but I had to try to let you spend this last bit of time with you … but … I don’t want to drive too much further this afternoon … I’m pretty bushed myself, babe … this place, it’s not too far from here … I can bed down and get some rest and then we can enjoy a meal, a nice evening … a proper goodbye .. and then catch up on our sleep before I escort you on your way … “

Then, she gave him the look, the one he could never ignore. Even now, when an uneasy feeling started to light in him. Because she was asking him for something, and Chrissie had never asked him for anything. It wasn't just a consequence of her having everything she'd wanted in her life, except for a boyfriend. Something in her eyes, something in the way she said it...

”Just let me treat you, just this once hun. You can’t object to that, surely Andre?”

...made him say yes.

"...okay, Chris." He leaned into her for a short kiss of his own, running his hand up and down her back. "I'm sorry I seem so reserved about this, it's just..." He looked away for a moment, searching out the horizon for his answers before turning back to her. "...a little sudden." Andre smiled at her lovingly, running a hand down her cheek. "After all, what can go wrong?"

He sidled up behind her, leaning her body back into his so they could enjoy a moment together, a small one, before they hit the road again for their hotel room, and an evening together. Even as a part of him was excited at what was to come, another part of him wondered if temptation would overcome them both...alone, in a hotel far away from home.

She had to have the best in mind for him. She always had.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"...okay, Chris."

He was less than enthusiastic, but at least he had agreed.

She smiled as he kissed her. Sure what she was doing might be considered selfish, but she wanted nothing but the best for him. And she knew she could make him happy and she’d give up anything for Andre, in fact, if he only knew it, she already had.

"I'm sorry I seem so reserved about this, it's just...a little sudden."

She toyed with responding playfully that she thought he liked surprises, but his words did sober her somewhat. It was all so sudden, so impulsive. She could only pray that she had done the right thing, made the right decisions … for both of them. After all, the prize of doing nothing would have cost her their relationship. And she just knew that it was she who could really make Andre happy.

"After all, what can go wrong?"

His hand caressed her cheek and she captured it and pressed a soft kiss into his palm. So much could go wrong. So much depended on Andre’s reactions. She knew how fiercely independent he was. She understood all about his work ethic and respected his integrity. But at least he was letting her pay for an evening in a hotel and a meal. They had come a long way since they’d started dating, but would what she’d planned be a push too far?

Leaning back against his body she sighed heavily. She loved the feeling of his hard body pressed against hers. He was so lithe, so muscular: Like his character his physicality wasn’t obvious and showy, but there was a core strength and agility there which he had trained into a level of excellence on the basketball court.

”I guess we should head off…”

She commented reluctantly, easing up to her knees and folding up the picnic stuff and returning it to the basket. Making sure all was stowed in the back seat, she shook out the blanket and threw that in also before they both took the front seats again.

”So … we’ll make our way west … “

She told him keeping her voice light.

”And … we should get there in … oh … an hour or so … “

In fact the journey took just short of 2 hours. The scenery was increasingly scenic and the road increasingly narrow. For the last half hour the car slowed to a crawling pace as it advanced up winding lanes before finally turning up a mere track.

”Almost there … “

For the past hour, Andre had become increasingly unsettled. He had no idea where they were, especially in relation to his university and time and again he advised that they get a map or retrace their journey despite her assurances that she knew where she was going and asking him to trust her.

”Well… here we are … “

She announced finally shutting off the engine. For long moments there was silence. All around them was thick woodland. A narrow track led off the left and just before it went out of sight, that track split off to the right.

”Ok … ok … it’s not quite a hotel … “

She confessed nervously.

”But … it’s so much better … ?“

She suggested tentatively.

”Just … take a look before you make any decisions … “

She suggested slipping from the car and going around the front towards the path.

”Andre?”

She entreated him, holding out a hand to him.

Just around the bend where the track had turned out of sight the venue for their ‘overnight’ stay came into view.

”Barbecue…?”

She suggested nervously, awaiting his reaction...

 

[Bevatoria]

”I guess we should head off…”

They were both reluctant to break their physical contact, one more in a moment of them soon to be lost forever, but Andre knew that they had to go. One more step into a life that waited for him. Even as he longed for the first day of it, to be the center of attention at a famous college, he wondered more and more about the life and people he was leaving behind. They packed up, and slipped in to the front seats easily.

”So … we’ll make our way west … And … we should get there in … oh … an hour or so … “

Her tone was light, even if her estimate of driving time proved to be somewhat inaccurate. Which wasn't what bothered Andre as much as it was where they were headed. He did enjoy the scenery, nature's further encroaching on their route and where they were headed.

The only issue was that they weren't supposed to be seeing any scenery where they were headed. Chrissie was gently rebuffing his inquiries, which made him think either she didn't know where she was going...

...or she did entirely. A thought which worried him, and excited him a little.

”Almost there … “

"Sure hope so." They were on some dirt roads now, and it had become increasingly obvious to him that they weren't headed to a usual motel. As sturdy as he'd been helping his dad haul wood or to help people move or push cars out of ditches, bumpy roads unnerved him and he found himself knuckling the grip on the door. So focused he was on staying steady that he didn't notice when they stopped.

”Well… here we are … “

The engine shutting off was what finally cued him to let go, and a breath escaped him as he squeezed his eyes shut before opening again. They were in the forest, all right, but not just anywhere.

”Ok … ok … it’s not quite a hotel … But … it’s so much better … ?“ Chrissie's voice was unusually nervous and tentative as she continued, but Andre was lost, walking around, barely hearing what she was saying.

”Just … take a look before you make any decisions … “

It seemed to be the decisions part that concerned her, as he looked at it all. A perfect little hideaway. A rich person's hideaway, but one nonetheless. In the middle of nature, with all of the 'necessities'...

”Andre?” She held out her hand to him now, uncertain in a way that he seemed to be too. It was all too good, too convinenent....

”Barbecue…?”

The uncertain look on his face broke into a smile. "If you've got the meat, I'll do the grilling." He kept on gazing, taking in every detail of what was to be their last night together for a while. "This is amazing, how...where..." The words that covered the questions that needed to be asked somehow went unsaid, unfinished as he broke from her grip, breathing in the fresh outdoor air.

He had fond memories of going to a cabin as a child, a trip they'd only gotten to make once, when times were better...like a kid in a candy store, he turned back to his girlfriend with a grin.

"This is perfect. I can chop some firewood while you're napping!" It didn't even occur to him to ask if they had an axe in the house, he was eager enough at this point to make one himself. "Or something." He pulsed with energy, antsy, wanting to use it on something, or someone....

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"If you've got the meat, I'll do the grilling."

She hadn’t expected such an enthusiastic response and her body relaxed as she gazed around seeminly loving the choice she had made.

"This is amazing, how...where..."

They were questions that would be difficult to answer, but fortunately he moved away breathing deeply and looking round. Somehow he seemed in his element and Chrissie knew that she had chosen well.

"This is perfect. I can chop some firewood while you're napping! … Or something."

She chuckled, tension leaving her body at his positive reaction.

”Sounds like a plan … “

She told him.

”Why don’t you go hunt round for whatever you need and I’ll just finish up at the car. You can come back and help me carry in a while. Go check everything out, I’ll be right along … “

Waiting until Andre had moved out of sight, Chrissie finally opened the trunk of the car dipping in to take out a cool box full of provisions for the barbecue and overnight meal and followed with pulling out a small backpack which had all she’d need overnight. She cast an eye over the cardboard boxes and suitcases stowed in the boot and pushed them deeper in, attempting to cover them with an additional blanket. She had to make sure Andre didn’t see these. She would reveal her intentions … in time … but right now, they would simply enjoy their evening together.

Closing the boot, Chrissie took out the blanket and the picnic hamper before locking the car and pocketing the keys. Taking up her back pack and the blanket she made her way to the cabin, putting down the items as she entered the main living room. She could get Andre to help with the cool box and she could bring the picnic hamper. They would have a feast later and a wonderful evening together … it would be as she’d dreamed it would be …

”Andre!?”

She called him.

”What are you up to …?”

 

[Bevatoria]

”Sounds like a plan … Why don’t you go hunt round for whatever you need and I’ll just finish up at the car. You can come back and help me carry in a while. Go check everything out, I’ll be right along … “

"Okay." Even as he had lost some of the childlike wonder that had been apparent in his voice as he'd taken in the scene, Andre still had energy to burn as he ambled out back. There were a few larger pieces of wood, clearly prepared to be chopped into firewood, but not quite in small enough pieces. Excellent. Andre had used an axe before, and it wasn't long before he saw a rather...raggedy looking one in the back. He fingered it carefully, lightly slamming it into a nearby trunk to see if it could still cut. Yep. A little dull, but it would suffice for one romantic evening, although he saw there was clearly enough wood here to go for longer.

But that was an unconscious thought, as he knew tomorrow they'd be headed away from here. He looked around some more, enjoying the beauty of nature around them, the forest, trees, unblemished growth of bushes, grass...and flies. He swatted one absently. Hopefully Chrissie thought to bring insect repellant...that could be a fairly big problem out here. Even for one night.

”Andre!? What are you up to …?”

"Just checking the wood. Whadya need?"

It was just like her to not ask for help. She was proud, like him, if in a different way, and Andre cheerfully made his way back out to her, helping her bring in the cooler, as well as anything else she needed. There was no reason to get anything else, as they were only going to be there for one evening, right?

"Aight, babe." He hugged her close, kissing her forehead. "Why don't you go get that nap, and I'll...." He frowned. "Chop wood. Quietly." A snicker passed through him as he realized the absurdity of what he had just said. "Or not. But I don't want you groggy for our evening together." He stole another kiss on her forehead, as Andre realized the physical intimacy of where they were. There was nobody around, and he was entering a phase of his life where he could make the rules...

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"Just checking the wood. Whadya need?"

She smiled as she saw him coming back towards the car and together they carried the stuff she had unpacked to the cabin and lay it down in the kitchen. She moved into his arms loving how he held her and how he kissed her forehead.

"Aight, babe. Why don't you go get that nap, and I'll....Chop wood. Quietly."

She laughed as he realised that in doing so he might disturb her.

"Or not. But I don't want you groggy for our evening together."

She smiled widely and kissed her chastely once more.

”You don’t huh?”

She questioned him teasingly.

”Now why would that be, Andre Cooper?”

She moved closer, pressing her body against his and loving the lithe hardness of his physique.

”Maybe I should prove to you that even ‘groggy’ I’m more than a match for you Mr Hot-Shot?”

She teased as she reached up and kissed him, her lips meeting his mouth and pressing deeply, sensuously as her arms curled up and around his neck. The isolation of the place heightened the intimacy of their embrace and made her pulses race. She told him huskily as their mouths finally parted;

”... I’m crazy about you, babe … “

The banter had been dropped as she questioned earnestly;

”You do know that, don’tcha?”

Her eyes locked with his as if trying to see into his soul.

”And … I’m gonna make this evening special, real special … “

She promised as she kissed his neck and nipped it playfully before leaning up to purr in his ear.

”I’m gonna make sure that you don’t forget me in a hurry …”

 

[Bevatoria]

Her smile was wide, entrancing as Andre could do nothing but stand motionless, stoically (okay, not quite stoically) as his Chrissie sidled up to him. The tease was never just in her voice, which was what made their times together so entrancing, and so maddening as he was trying to save himself for marriage. He'd been raised that way, and this goddess - in his eyes - had agreed with him.

Her body pressed against him. Andre was built well, as he had to be in order to play basketball, with strong legs, strong arms, and a chest designed to take contact in what was a rougher sport then he had figured on the first time he played. He was no football player, of course, but he had a feeling Chrissie appreciated him just as he was, just fine, as she teased him again, pressing her sweet lips into his.

As they pressed ever closer, his arms circled around her, one just below her neck near the top of her back, the other near the small of her back. Pushing beneath her clothes, a finger getting into the layer of skin between her sweater and skirt. He loved how soft she was, how she molded against him, and something about being out here, away from everything, was making it so much hotter, his blood racing so much more.

"I'm crazy about you, too, Chris." Her voice was still deeper then his, but somehow Andre felt that he meant that more then he would have an hour earlier. This was insane. And this was...

Her words drew him out again, and her beautiful, sensual eyes locked with his, her words somehow resonating within him as she spoke again.

”And … I’m gonna make this evening special, real special … “ A kiss to his neck, and then she leaned into his ear, and he shivered as he heard the rest of her words. ”I’m gonna make sure that you don’t forget me in a hurry …”

He pulled her just a bit closer, and Andre felt his hand rising up the small of her back. Her skin was so soft, so warm, and he felt a certain part of his anatomy rising up at her tease. Still, Andre smirked, knowing he couldn't let her get away with just teasing him, and he pulled her in for a warm kiss of his own, his tongue pushing into her mouth, his hands roaming the back of her body, just briefly running over her tight ass. And then, with every bit of control he had left, he smiled at her.

"Get your rest, buttercup." He looked at her. "We have a date later...." He backed away a little, but he still held her hands in his, his own hands having trailed around her torso and down her arms, and even as he smiled at her, he didn't want to let her go.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

"I'm crazy about you, too, Chris."

He had told her and Chrissie could feel it! As she pressed against him, she could feel a hardness stirring at his groin and feel it straining within his pants. She moaned softly into his kiss, her own tongue meeting his eagerly, the heat flaring through her body as his hands moved over her back and pressed against her ass, their touch all too brief.

And then he stepped away from her.

"Get your rest, buttercup… We have a date later...."

She blinked, her breath rapid still as her senses swam. He held her at arm’s length, her hands held in his and despite his words she could tell that he too had been affected more than usually by the physical spark between them. Slowly she shook her head.

”You don’t play fair, babe… “

She told him softly taking a step to close the gap between them.

”You get me so .. .hot … “

She had leaned into his body now, the soft purr caressing his ear, before she stepped back and purred eased a hand free and pressed it to his chest, fingers moving in slowly caressing circles.

”And don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean, ‘cos I know you feel it too…”

Her frank look dared him to deny it. Her hand trailed slowly down his torso and after a slight hesitation and a saucy smile, it lowered and pressed against his groin as if to prove the point.

”MMmmmmm…. “

The appreciative murmur escaped her.

”We have ourselves a situation here … so, how’re we going to deal with it..?”

Was her soft question …

 

[Bevatoria]

He enjoyed watching Chrissie breathe, her body's reactions to what he'd done. In a way, Andre enjoyed teasing her as much as she did him, and he watched her wlowly she shake her head. ”You don’t play fair, babe… “ She stepped towards him, and the grin almost split his face.

"Neither do you..."

”You get me so .. .hot … “ She was back, pressing into him, her soft voice rubbing against his ear as she softly pulled away, rubbing his chest, making small, wonderful circles with her finger. God, her body against his...her warmth, her eagerness, the way she molded against him...it was so-

”And don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean, ‘cos I know you feel it too…”

Chrissie's eyes met his, daringly, and her hand move slowly, teasing him through his shirt. He saw the smile on her face, gulping through his even as he pressed into his groin.

No, not his groin. Definitely not his groin, as she seemed to squeeze him...

”MMmmmmm…We have ourselves a situation here … so, how’re we going to deal with it..?” A soft, sexual, daring question. The way she looked at him, and the way Andre was looking at her, he knew that his own eyes were aflame with desire too. It would be so easy. His hands slipped down to her sweater, gripping it. Just pull up, he could see it in her eyes. He'd seen her in a swimsuit before, but this would be different, and he pulled her hoodie up, just a bit-

-and let it slip back down as he leaned in to her. She could break him, he knew it. Tonight was going to be a special night, and his voice was almost strangled as he leaned into her, his voice as dark and as husky as it had ever been. "You're going to get some rest, baby. Because you won't be getting much of it tonight." Even though he wanted to pull back, he couldn't resist one more taste, one more tease as his hand went to the back of her head again, pulling her in for one more kiss. One last kiss.

It was supposed to be one last kiss, but it was the longest one they'd had yet, battling and pushing against each other, and it was him who had to pull up for air this time. He almost leaned back with her, but with visible, physical effort, he pulled away from her, smiling.

"Later." One last tease, and one last taunt, as he turned to walk away. It was an awkward gait, due to a certain part of him being a little more tense then the rest.

Andre loved the tease. It would make the reward all the sweeter to him, as he wondered how he'd kill the time until she was ready. Wondering if he should just go back in there, and they could...'kill time'...together.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Her soft question challenged him. She knew he was not immune to her and that it was a matter of principal and morals for him that they had never 'crossed the line' and yet they had never been closer to that line than now in this isolated escape.

She held her breath as his hands moved downwards and gripped her sweater. He was going to go to the next stage ... he was going to pull the garment off her and then .... She gave a soft whimper of anticipation, which transformed to one of disappointment as yet again he controlled himself and resisted undressing her.
His breath was heavy as he leaned forward instead and drew her to him. She could hear his heart racing, or perhaps that was her own pulses that were drumming in her ears?

"You're going to get some rest, baby. Because you won't be getting much of it tonight."

His voice was so sexy and held so much promise that she felt her body flare in need for him. She met his kiss eagerly pouring all her longing for him into that heated embrace. Her body pressed and arched and squirmed against his. Andre's hands moulded her body, drawing her closer, letting her feel that hardon that he could not disguise and yet somehow both did not cross the line to tearing each other's clothes off and pursuing the desire each felt for the other. How they found the will-power to break apart she never knew, but she stood panting and light headed as he told her smilingly.

"Later."

Wordlessly she watched him turn and begin to walk away.

"You'd better be keeping that promise, baby ... "

She told him breathlessly knowing that regardless of plots and plans, she really couldn't hold out physically for much longer. She gave a soft groan of frustration and closed her eyes feeling her body aflame with need for him. Like she could sleep now when she was horny as hell! She would have to 'deal' with that she vowed picking up her back pack and making her way through the cabin and finding the bedroom a sly smile curling on her face as she saw the double bed. Pulling off her clothes, she cast them aside leaving her just in her underwear. After just a moment's consideration, she dipped into the backpack and drew out a t-shirt, removing her bra before she pulled it over her head. The outfit was sufficient to rest in, she decided as she climbed onto the bed and lay on her back all too aware of Andre moving around in the rooms and the surroundings just a short way from her.

"God, Andre... "

She groaned softly, her hands drifting down her body as she closed her eyes filling her mind with her hot boyfriend knowing that she had to get herself off before she had any chance of rest...

 

[Bevatoria]

"You'd better be keeping that promise, baby ... "

Just a little bit longer. Come on, Andre... He walked away slowly, keeping his eyes on her the whole time until he was in the other room, where he all but flopped against the wall. He knew that making her wait would make it all the sweeter when they finally did...but it was still incredibly hard to hold back. Andre took a deep breath to steady himself. That wasn't the only thing that was incredibly hard right now. He found himself in the kitchen, and he took a quick look around, trying to occupy his mind. He'd walk around, get the run of the place without Christine around to distract him...figure out where the bathroom was, give her a chance to nap before he started to try to chop some wood. He could take it farther away, make sure she couldn't hear him.

Their encounter was still haunting him. The taste of her lips, the feel of her pressed against him, it was confusing. Not as to why he was feeling this way, of course, on the night where he was supposed to start his own life away from all of this, away from her. Was this going to be a sendoff? Or the start of regretting something that couldn't be undone? Was it just his hormones overriding his common sense, the one thing he had hoped he would never do? One way or another, it was going to be a hell of an evening.

This place was rustic, but it did seem to have everything. It was clean and well kept, and Andre shuffled around. A mostly closed door, the only room he hadn't looked at yet. It was probably the bedroom, and he didn't want to disturb her. That's what he kept telling himself, anyways. Still, he decided he'd lean in a bit, as he had always enjoyed the sound of her breathing when they cuddled together. The sound of silence, of someone he cared for getting the rest and rejuvenation they needed.

He frowned, not hearing silence, or her breathing. What he heard was...something else entirely. Something that started to inflame the arousal he had been trying to keep down for the past few minutes.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Chrissy was sure that Andre was well gone by now. She knew his thoughts about virginity and fidelity and it made her love him all the more, but she loved his body. He was so lithe, so strong. He didn't have that obvious muscular structure that other sports required, but instead his torso was taught and powerful and she could only imagine what his cock would feel like when she finally got her hands and mouth on it and body around it ....

She moaned as her hand dipped into her panties laid upon the bed she dipped a second hand beneath her t-shirt. head thrown back and eyes closed as she stroked her own breast, imagining just how it would feel if Andre ever touched her there ...

Meanwhile the other hand dipped into her panties, teasing that bud that throbbed so deliciously, whimpering softly as she touched herself lightly, teasingly until she could not hold back any longer and eased her hand down to insert first one finger, then a second into her aching centre.

"Uhhhnnn goddd.. Andre..... "

She moaned his name as one hand pinched and moulded her breasts and the other alternated between fingering herself and pressing and moulding her eager clitoris. Her breathing became heavy as she neared her climax, but perversely she held it at bay, her eyes closed as she arched her back imagining her boyfriend was the source of all that pleasure ...

 

[Bevatoria]

It was pretty obvious what she was doing. Being a virgin didn't make him totally ignorant, and while a younger version of him would've thought that Chrissie was having trouble breathing - well, it was partially true. Her breaths were slow, sharp gasps, which hinted at what she was doing. The dark part of Andrew peeked through the crack in the door, needing a while to get a full glimpse as to what his girlfriend was doing...

A louder moan as her hand was teasing herself beneath her panties. The other, snaked up the shirt she was wearing, revealing a glimpse of her gorgeous, smooth stomach. Her hands were moving tenderly, wantonly, and her eyes were closed as some dangerous words escaped her mouth.

"Uhhhnnn goddd.. Andre..... "

Her breathing was heavy, and her back seemed to arch a little as Andre gingerly looked away, just listening to her now. It would be so easy, to go in there, pull her shirt off, her panties down, and-

Turn away. He forced himself to slowly, gingerly walk away from the bedroom. Let her think he wasn't here. That he hadn't seen her touching herself, moaning his name as she did. In a way, he admired her for being so bold; the counter to his reserved nature. It wasn't that he didn't want her. But he wouldn't be brazen enough to moan it out for everyone to hear, for anyone to hear, that she was the one he wanted.

As he walked out the door, the hinges squeaking as he did, he could swear he heard one final moan from his Chrissie, even in the distance he'd made between the bedroom and the front entrance. He moved out to find some wood, to try to burn off some steam (and provide them with more firewood) before their evening together. One that he was looking forward to with more and more anticipation.

Even if the image of her, bent awkwardly, her hands touching herself, under her flimsy clothes, stayed burnt into his mind.

The evening couldn't come soon enough.

 

[DeliciousMaiden]

Chrissie held off her climax until she knew that she was truly on the edge.
With a push of her fingers and the capture of her breast, she applied enough pressure to add to her fantasy of Andre to send her over the edge ...
She did not think to hold back the soft cry. It never entered her head that Andre might overhear, much less witness her release....
Her body arched and shook, then trembled, her orgasm meeting the raw need within her for physical release, her imagination having to compensate for the rest of what she longed for ...
With a soft whimper she lay and gathered her breath before curling into a foetal position and leaning across to pull the bedspread back on itself and offer her some warmth and comfort. She raised her fingers to her lips and licked them, having nothing else to savour as her body tremored and then stilled.

Soon she had fallen into a dreamless sleep, exhaustion taking over ...

 

[Bevatoria]

Finding anything to do helped keep him from lingering on the image of Chrissie lewdly masturbating in her room, orgasming loud enough for anyone in the house to hear her. The thought of her so wanton, so sensual, was enough to drive him crazy if he lingered on it. So he focused on doing anything to keep from thinking about her all of the time. But not some of the time, of course. As much as he enjoyed teasing her, he also secretly enjoyed being teased by her as well. Which is why he loved her; Chrissie was always pushing their boundaries, testing and taunting him with her lean, lithe body, her long red hair, and her eyes. Those tempting, alluring eyes that could probably get him to do whatever she wanted, if she put her mind to it.

But what made him appreciate her so much is that she never did. So he slowly, laboriously took several small logs, chopping them up carefully, and deliberately with big, powerful strokes of the axe. It took him a few swings to get a good rhythm set up, but eventually he'd done more then replenish the supply for one night - there was probably enough done to last the whole week. He hoped whoever was here next would put it to good use.

He took a bit of a walk, and rested a bit; it would do him no good to tire himself out just as he'd rested up entirely for this evening. The sun was looming on the horizon, and he wanted to get the cooking done before it set entirely, so he went back inside, quickly cleaning up a bit before walking back tentatively into Christine's room.

She was sleeping peacefully, as she probably had been for the past several hours. Andre wasn't sure how long it had been, so he gently touched her shoulder to rouse her. "Hey babe." He smiled at her. "I was going to start cooking the meat soon, and wanted to give you a chance to dress and clean up, get anything else ready you wanted to before we ate..."

He frowned down at himself with a half guilty look, still dressed in the grey t-shirt and jeans he'd worn here. "Sorry I'm not really dressed for our evening." He said sheepishly, ready to start on the food, thinking maybe he should change into the cleaner outfit just to look a bit more presentable for the unplanned evening together. "I could change if you wanted me to..."