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"Go on let it come, give it to me. Andrew, I want you to shoot in me now, go on give me your spunk," I encouraged softly.
His arms buckled and he faltered a little.
"Come on Andrew, fill my pussy, make her yours," I whispered.
His panting became faster and he shot into me again, but this time he never wavered from the slow rhythmic pace.
I held him in my arms for ages. It was his turn to be to knackered to move.
We slept together that night with him cuddling against my back. I felt safe, wanted, and loved.
I made him breakfast the next morning as he slept. Probably the last breakfast I would cook in this country. He sat up in bed and looked quite chuffed that I had made him something to eat.
"Gina, you will ruin your reputation if this gets out," he said pointing to plate, "People will think you are going soft."
"I'm still a bitch, you're washing up," I replied with a grin.
An hour later he had showered and dressed.
"You are still going then?" he asked, as he looked at my two suitcases by the door.
I nodded.
"Yeah, I've phoned for a taxi. I can't face saying goodbye to Lucy and Jackie again. I've left them a note. I'll phone them from America."
He brushed away a tear from my eye.
"You know, you could live with me."
I put my finger on his lips to stop him saying anymore. We kissed and hugged.
I sat on the plane as it rumbled down the runway. My daughter would be waiting for me when I got back to America.
.................................
A month later I knocked on the door and waited. It opened and I smiled at Kelly and squeezed her hand. She looked at me with a queering look on her face.
"Darling, this is the man I told you about, this is the man that is going to look after us. That is, if he hasn't changed his mind since last month?"
Andrew smiled at us, and moved a side to let us in.
The End.
- COMMENTS
JBEdwardsover 5 years agoYour stories have captured the drama of a lower class lifestyle in working class England. I can imagine a girl's life playing out as you portray it, even if your characters are a bit exaggerated. Somehow it all works, even the 'happy ever after' ending, for a very pretty slut, a bitch, and a tease, but nevertheless a young woman with feelings, hopes, and dreams, trying to make a life for herself and her little girl in a hard world. It would have been nice to hear about what other ambitions she might have had, if any, that did not revolve around her love life? For another time, perhaps. -- JB
trashcan44over 9 years agoThank you Sylvia,
This is far and away some of the best writing on this site. I know you haven't been active here for awhile and I think most will agree that the Lit is poorer for it.
Thank you,
trashcan44
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