In Love with Lori Ch. 08

I had fallen asleep waiting for Lori to finish in the bathroom, so I came awake with a start when something flicked the end of my penis, painfully.

I looked up to see Lori grinning at me, ready to flick another one across by best friend if I hadn't awakened.

"Come on, Jabba the Butt, hands off cock, on with socks, you're taking me to dinner, get moving!"

I raised-up, seeing Lori properly, a sight I never tire of; she had obviously finished her toilette, she looked serenely beautiful, hair glossy and skin glowing, and I felt myself twitch involuntarily at the sight of her.

"Oho, no you don't!" she exclaimed, "dinner first, I am looking forward to it, so get weaving, slowcoach!"

Muttering about domineering women and their compulsive need to bark orders while scratching their arses and farting, I slid off the bed, and blearily looked Lori in the face, still only partially awake.

"See, there, now that wasn't so bad, was it?" she smiled sweetly, and as I turned away to head to the bathroom, she swatted me, hard, across my bare backside. "Domineering women, yeah?" she grinned and I could only smile sheepishly. (At this point, just let me just correct any misconceptions you may have about the nature of our relationship. Lori is not at all submissive or compliant, nor excessively feminine or inhibited unless she feels like it; she did what she did because she wanted to, and she was quite capable of kicking me in the balls while punching me in the throat if she felt I deserved it, knowing since childhood that I was handicapped by nature and upbringing from whaling her back.)

Twenty minutes later, power-showered, shaved, brushed and spruced, I came out and headed for my closet, to try and find something reasonably dressy to wear, instead of the dockers and linen work shirts I had brought, remembering that Lori had bought me some clothes.

Smart girl, she had found a shop selling Pink's shirts, in English sizes, the little fox logo an instant reminder of home, so she had picked up an armful in my size, as well as, to my gratified surprise, several pairs of Farah slacks, the type I wore when I wasn't in scrubs or cargo pants.

I also found a box with a ribbon on it, with my name on a card. Inside were a set of discreet Union Jack cufflinks, and a thin dress watch, perhaps because she was embarrassed by the scuffed-up Mickey Mouse watch I wore, that Charlie had given me when I was eight, that I prized above all other things (except Lori, of course).

So, scrubbed-up, dressed in my new clothes, and ready to face the world, I waited for Lori to emerge from her dressing room. It was worth it.

She had on a stunning strapless, skin-tight red satin minidress, paired with teetering red stilettos and natural stockings, and she looked devastating, a 5-alarm call-out if I had ever seen one.

"Like?" she asked, smiling and posing for me.

"Like!" I agreed, ready to forego dinner if she gave the slightest hint. I offered her my arm. "Shall we go?"

Lori smiled her sweet smile, lips startlingly red against her fair, porcelain skin and midnight hair. "With pleasure, kind sir," and, taking my arm, we headed down to the lobby, where we had a car waiting for us.

"Davey, we won't be alone for dinner, do you mind?" asked Lori, slightly apprehensively

"I'm fine with it if you are" I responded, "who's joining us?"

"I asked Aunt Sophie to join us, I need to make arrangements....and I need to talk with her...about the baby" said Lori in a small, worried voice. I pulled her close to me.

I tried to keep her focussed and upbeat; worrying was definitely not good for the baby. "Don't worry, darling, Sophie is seriously besotted with you, it'll be fine, you'll see."

I understood completely what was happening with her though -- studying medicine had given me certain insights, after all. With Mother gone, who else was she going to turn to; she had no living female relatives, and those female relatives of mine that I knew about, I wouldn't have let within a mile of my darling girl. While I knew about the mechanics of the situation, the emotional side was a closed book to me, but what I did know from my medical student days was that pregnant women want, and need, other women around them, preferably close relatives, and definitely not men.

We arrived at the restaurant to find Sophie and a young Consular Security officer/driver waiting for us, so we went in to our table, causing a bit of a flutter among the other patrons; a young man escorting an elegant older lady, and a stunner in a micro-dress, with a diplomatic car waiting outside, but Lori was too distracted to notice the attention, a worrying sign of just how wound-up she really was.

After the usual small talk, Sophie thanked us for the invitation, although admitting she was a little puzzled and mystified as to why it had come so late in the day.

Lori apologised for the abrupt invitation, explaining in a low voice about her possible condition, and her worries, and most of all, what Sophie and Richard would think of her. I kept shut and busied myself with an in-depth, forensic examination of the menu; Lori needed a mother, not a doctor, right now.

Sophie took her hand, "Nonsense, Dear Girl, with a smasher like you, I'm surprised David here" (swift kick under the table to drag my attention away from the menu), "managed to restrain himself at all. It happens all the time now, it's more the norm today than the exception, so put it out of your mind!" She suddenly grinned, looking 20 years younger and more like Lori's older sister than my aunt. "Besides, I know exactly what you're going through, dear. Just between us, I had to practically vault down the aisle to get to the altar before the baby did!"

I laughed out loud; Lori looked relieved, eyes bright with unshed tears, so Sophie took her off to the bathroom. I wondered idly why women always go in pairs, did they take notes, or hold up score cards, or perhaps give running commentaries, blow-by-blow accounts or something. I was a long way away, busy with thoughts like this, off in my own world of speculation when my family returned, Sophie looking severely at me as I returned to planet reality, saying "Close your mouth dear, you're dribbling!"

They both looked relaxed and composed again, so I took it arrangements had been made, connections and lines of communication established, and all was well, so we settled down to having a nice family dinner.

Interestingly, during the course of the meal, I discovered that Sophie's oldest son was named Hugo, and I revealed to Sophie that one of my middle names was Hugo, which made Sophie a bit misty-eyed, noting "Your dear father was so fond of Richard, but I never knew he named you after Hugo. He was Richard's younger brother, he died when they were boys; he was a year or two younger than your father, I think. They were all such close friends when they were boys, I'm glad David remembered him in you; I know your Uncle Richard will be pleased. Dear Sweet David!"

At last, the evening came to an end, Sophie took to her car, pecking me and hugging Lori close, telling her not to worry, it's bad for the baby, and that she would see her in a couple of weeks in England, there was a wedding to plan! She wished us safe journey to the UK, and whisked away. Lori was relaxed now; she had found a mother-figure she could trust. I guessed Sophie was going to play a major part of our lives from now on.

I was decidedly mellowed by the evening; I had just had a good meal, my girl was the most beautiful woman in the room, and our wedding was materializing. I definitely felt like celebrating, and I could tell Lori felt the same.

It was with no little sense of anticipation that we headed back to the hotel. Whatever Sophie had said to Lori, it seemed to have done the trick; there was no more trepidation on her part, and she was her normal, laughing, and cheerfully vulgar self. I was in stitches on the way home, her outrageous banter and comments making the driver and I roar with laughter.

We got back to our suite, both of us in a high state of excitement. Lori had been giving me some decidedly expectant looks and hand squeezes, and whatever perfume she was wearing had been worth the money, because it was definitely having the right effect on me; that, and that sex-bomb dress she was almost wearing, a few dozen square inches of satin fabric wrapped around her stunning body, causing a ripple of interest from every man present, and not a few women, and looks of black spite and envy from almost every other woman. My girl, even when she wasn't trying, she certainly knew how to make an entrance!

We hustled up to the suite with almost indecent haste, lips locking before the door had even closed, my hands roaming over her lovely firm bum, smoothing the material of her dress over her lush, tight body to cup and mould her stunning, gravity-defying breasts.

I flipped the zip on the dress, and pulled it all the way down, allowing me to slide it off her, revealing her extreme lack of underwear. No bra, of course, but her thong...it was two loops of thin ribbon, no more than tape, really, with a crotch-piece the size of two silver dollars, just enough to satisfy any legislation about being indecently dressed in public. I was astounded, and considerably turned-on, to realise I had been out all evening with a girl wearing what amounted to a wide belt and a few inches of ribbon.

Lori was keeping herself busy. She had already unbuttoned my shirt and was tugging it off, while I was undoing my slacks and pushing them off, all the while our mouths glued together, our tongues fencing as we waltzed and stumbled to the bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes shoes and underwear.

As soon as we hit the bed, she slid up against me, holding me tight as I groped and raided and plundered her stunning backside, clasping those phenomenal globes in each hand to lift and separate them, pulling them apart to stretch her anus open enough for my probing fingers. Lori closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations, while rubbing, squeezing and jerking my cock, pulling it in long strokes as the blood rushed in to engorge it, making it hard and ready.

I rolled on top of Lori, I wanted to lick and nibble her nipples; they'd been staring at me all though dinner, and I had been lost in contemplation of them, causing Sophie to ask me several times if I was feeling alright, I seemed a little distracted...

Keeping a firm hold on her gourmet feast of an arse, I slid down to put my mouth level with her erect nipples, licking, nibbling and sucking them while still clutching and squeezing her buttocks, working my fingers closer to her anus. Lori arched her back to thrust her breasts out even further, her nipples standing out in even higher relief, rosy pink and rubber-hard.

Her legs drifted open, her thighs parting, and I slid further down between them, my elbows on the bed, her beautiful labia within reach of my probing tongue. Her spicy, tangy, sweet aroma filled my head, the musk of her excitement making me feel light-headed and horny in the extreme.

I began to lap at her labia, sliding my tongue between them, looking for her clitoris in its little hiding place, but also kissing and nibbling at her outer lips, before boring in more seriously with my tongue, swirling it around between her labia minora, her inner lips, lapping at her vulva to taste her tangy sweetness. I lapped and swirled, licked and kissed, Lori arching her back or groaning when I caressed a particularly sensitive area.

My efforts were making themselves felt. Lori clamped my head between her hands, holding me in place, and I could feel her tendons tightening as her arousal heightened, her thighs pumping as I sucked, licked and groped. I slid a finger into her anus, making her mew and buck, and pumped it in time to my licking, something I knew she particularly loved, her head tossing from side to side, and her breath coming in harsh whistling gasps as she gritted her teeth. I continued to suck at her labia, softly grazing them with my teeth, making Lori jump and quiver, until I began to rasp her clitoris, now fully out in the open, with the flat of my tongue, rubbing and flicking faster and faster, as I sensed her climax approaching, until with one last convulsive arch of her back, she came, screaming and shuddering, "Oh GOD, OH GOD, OH GOD, OOOOHHH...FUCK, OH FUCK......OOOOOOHHHH FUUUCCCKKK!", in convulsions so strong I was astonished, but very, very gratified!

Her tremors died down, and her midriff dropped back onto the bed as her legs slid back down and apart, her hands dropped away from my head, and she relaxed, sated.

I was still in the enviable position of being between her thighs, staring at her delectable vulva, enjoying the fabulous scenery, when Lori opened her eyes and looked blurrily down at me.

"Hey Doctor Man!" she whispered.

"Hey yourself, sister of mine" I whispered back, "Is all to Milady's satisfaction?"

A big, sleepy grin fleeted across her face, her white, even teeth flashing in her lovely smile; right now, she looked like all my birthdays rolled into one.

"What about you?" she asked softly, "you got nothing out of that, you only thought of me, you darling Boy, come here!" her eyes were luminous, glittering, and I wanted to do anything this marvellous creature asked of me. I wouldn't say I got nothing out of it; I was highly stimulated, my cock felt like I could vault across the room on it, it was pulsing, hard and fully engorged, ready to take on any challenge!

"As you command, my Princess" I grinned, and slid up the bed to her. "What do you command, speak and it shall be done, for you are my Princess!"

Lori pulled my head close, and planted a big, wet, very sexy kiss on me, reaching down to take hold of my thrumming penis, slowly sliding her hand up and down, testing the length, judging the worth; I just hoped it passed muster!

She kissed me again, and again, not letting go of my stiff cock, and then slid down to place her mouth level with my penis, sliding round some more so that we were now lying on our sides, opposite way round to each other, and I realised what she wanted to do for me, as I knew what I wanted to do for her. I pulled her on top of me, my hands fondling and parting her superb buttocks, my tongue licking and rubbing at her engorged vulva, searching for her clitoris. Lori meanwhile was licking the end of my penis, delightful lapping strokes to the tip and sides, behind the bell-shaped head, and along the underside, down to my scrotum, to lick around my sac, gently lapping at the seeds inside, finally sucking first one, then the other, giving me a delightful sensation as my scrotum tightened and my cock arched out even harder. Lori alternately sucked and pulled at my testicles, before returning to my cock, licking back along the length to the tip. Now she swirled her tongue around the very tip, using slow, rasping movements to stimulate and delight me, running the tip of her tongue into the slit and wriggling it slightly, sending electric shivers through my groin and midsection, making my cock leap and twitch involuntarily in her mouth. She began a slow, soft suction, long deep strokes, her head bobbing slowly as she controlled my arousal, her hand grasping my cock tightly in case I started trying to ram it into her mouth and throat in my excitement.

I was in a world of my own. My face was buried in Lori's crotch, my tongue lapping at her labia, lightly rasping over the exposed tip of her clitoris, boring in insistently, stabbing into her spongy anus, licking and parting her labia and inner lips, swirling around in her vagina, and returning to her clitoris, all the while surrounded by her marvellously spicy, tangy, sweet scent. Every time I lightly flicked her little nub, she started and quivered, and I wanted to taste more of her. I started licking her clitoris more seriously, making her squirm and gasp even as she plated my cock, watching as her nub slowly emerged from its hooded hiding place, to harden and swell as her arousal heightened. I slowly slid my thumb into Lori's vagina, pumping it in slowly, in time with my laps at her clitoris, finally removing my thumb altogether. She moaned at that, but then I slid my lubricated thumb into her anus, making her gasp and clamp her lips tighter around my cock. Her clitoris was now fully engorged, pale and hard, a perfect target for my probing tongue. Her juices ran and oozed onto my chin and down my neck, the scent making me plate her harder with my tongue, with longer, slower strokes, now rasping firmly and exclusively at her wet, oily clitoris, while my thumb pumped in and out of her anus.

The end came suddenly, convulsively. Lori clamped her mouth down on my cock as her orgasm ripped though her, her thighs drummed around my ears as her vulva rippled and trembled, opening and closing like a portal as the walls pulsed in time to the waves running through her.

As she began to come down, she sucked harder, gently running her nails along my straining penis as she pumped in time to her suctioning. When, finally, she squeezed my scrotum gently, rhythmically, I could hold back no longer.

As I came, Lori deliberately pulled her head away, to spray my spunk over her face and neck, onto her lips, and into her open mouth, spurt after spurt, until I had nothing left to eject, and my convulsing cock dry heaved and twitched until my orgasm had passed. As I calmed down, she gave the head a final soft lick and swirl with her tongue, polishing and cleaning it as, at last, I began to soften.

Lori scootched around to face me, looking like every man's ultimate pornographic fantasy, streaks, splatters and long translucent ropes of sperm criss-crossing her face and dripping from her chin onto her neck and upper chest. She gave me a dazzling smile, and a pecked "Thank you, Darling!" before sliding off the bed and disappearing into the bathroom.

I lay back, truly buggered, completely shagged-out and unable to think coherently, except to think muzzily to myself 'Damn, that girl smells EXACTLY like Christmas!' I never heard her come back in: I was out for the count.

I awoke to my two favourite things in the world; the sight of Lori, naked except for my shirt (again!), and the scent of fresh coffee. She was sitting cross-legged next to me, looking gravely at me over the top of her cup, a long slow smile breaking out when she saw me open my eyes.

"Hello Sleepy Sam, a very good morning to you!" she grinned, "I thought you were going to sleep all day! Daylight's wasting Mister, get up and have some breakfast, I ordered full English for you, so uppee, uppee, rise and shinee!"

At last, I thought, no more bloody croissants, followed by another thought -- is that me? Dear God, it is me, shit, I really need a shower!

"Can it wait 10 minutes, baby? I really need to use the bathroom."

She dimpled. "10 minutes, then I'm sending it away, clock's ticking, stud!"

Well within the 10 minutes, I was sitting and chatting over a leisurely breakfast with my beautiful sister/lover/wife-to-be, with no need, for once, to rush anywhere. Lori was done with shopping, she had what she wanted, and it wasn't in her nature to shop pointlessly, so I watched her, an entertainment I never tired of.

After a while, she stood up and stretched luxuriantly.

"So Doctor Man, what do you want to do today?"

My eyes said it all, which Lori picked up immediately, raising one eyebrow at me archly, a mannerism she had copied, or inherited directly, from Charlie, a slow grin spreading across her face.

"You dirty little pervert, down boy!" she giggled, "I meant do some sightseeing or something!"

The sights I was seeing were quite enough for me, right now, all my systems jumping to attention as I watched her lovely, toned, phenomenally pneumatic body ripple and quiver as she stretched.