Finding Home Pt. 03

Saturday

Andy's internal alarm clock woke him up about 6 hours later. He needed to piss badly, and, he thought, he probably ought to brush his teeth before he made love to Sara this morning. She felt him get up, and followed him to the bathroom. He heard her brushing his teeth as he was relieving himself, and turned his upper body around to see her. She had teasingly raised the back of her nightgown to show off her fantastic ass. As she leaned forward, he could see her aroused state.

She looked at him in the mirror.

"See anything you like?"

"You have no idea how much I like what I see," he laughed.

"Good. Now, brush your teeth and let me pee. I want my man to take me doggy style before we have to leave this morning. When you fill me, we'll shower together and head off to face the day," she said matter-of-factly.

"Why do you get to make the plan?" he asked teasingly.

She came up behind him and hugged him.

"Because I love how your big dick fills me from behind. It also lets you see my fine ass and watch my tits swing as you pound me," she said huskily.

"That sounds like a great plan. Hard to argue with it."

"Then don't."

They switched places, and Andy was struck by how natural all this felt. He felt somewhat conflicted, for just the day before he had begun the day by having breakfast with Eden. As he knew from his time in the military, lots can change in 24 hours. He was broken out of his reflection when he heard the commode flush.

"Hurry up, baby. There's lots to do today, but not until you do me," she said sexily. She gave his semi-hard dick a long squeeze.

Andy finished brushing his teeth, rinsed with mouthwash and took his boxer briefs off before heading into the bedroom. The sun was beginning to come through the balcony door, and he had to pause to appreciate the view in front of him. It was not so much the ocean that caught his attention, but rather Sara's heart-shaped and well-muscled ass sticking up in the air. She was facing the window, and he could see her shapely, muscled legs as they joined with her fantastic ass. Her pussy was wet -- he could see her glistening from where he stood. His dick hardened immediately.

He moved quickly across the room, and got behind her. In one swift move, he entered her, burying his shaft completely. He reveled at the feel of being "balls deep" in his lover.

"Yesss," she hissed. "That's what a girl needs to start her day. Pound me, baby. We made love last night. Just give me that beautiful dick."

Andy leaned forward and kissed her neck, then grabbed a handful of her lovely black hair and began to pound her in earnest. He meant what he said to her last night about being able to really give it to her without fear of breaking her. This morning, he meant to test that hypothesis.

"Ohhh mmmyyy godddd," Sara moaned. "Yes! Finally!"

After their coupling last night, Andy thought he'd be able to go longer than he did. Sara, however, was tightening her Kegel muscles around his invading member, and with the downward angle of her upper body, the effect on Andy was telling. He exploded within her sooner than he'd hoped. He kept hammering away, though, since the sight before him kept him hard as a rock.

"Yes, baby! That's what I'm talking about! This is your pussy! You filled it and still . . ." Sara's words faded away as she orgasmed, once again squirting all over Andy and herself. He stopped pumping in and out of her well-used and sodden quim as soon as the gushing stopped.

Sara spoke first. "Damn, baby. I love the way you take me."

"Lady, I'll take you anytime and anyplace you want."

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5 minutes later, the two lovers were in the shower. Andy quickly soaped up and rinsed off, a skill garnered in his time in the Corps. He sat down on the wooden bench in the shower, watching Sara go about her shower routine. She was so beautiful; he could hardly stand to look at her. After watching her for a time in companionable silence, he spoke.

"Sara, we need to have an uncomfortable conversation," he began.

"Baby, if this is about Eden. Don't worry. I'll call her in the car on the way to wherever it is I'm going with your sisters and your grandma."

"Good, but that's not what I'm talking about. We need to talk about money -- both for today and long term, and I hate talking about money."

"OK," she turned to face him and put her arms around his shoulders. "Tell me whatever you need to tell me."

"Well, actually part of it is about money. I know my grandmother and my sisters are going to take you shopping, probably for clothes. I don't know how you dress when school is in session, and to tell the truth, I don't really care. You're beautiful, and I like you best naked. But there are certain expectations that come with being in the family. When we go out with them, when there are family or civic gatherings, there is a certain level of dress that just goes with the territory. I suspect today will be the start of them 'helping' you put together your Boston society wardrobe. Ellen will be great, that's literally her ball park. And please know, I'm sorry you have to do this -- but if we're going to be together, I'm afraid it's a necessary evil."

"Baby, I want to reflect well on my man. Plus, if this means I get to see you in a coat and tie, or a suit, well count me in. I'll gladly find a black dress and something to go with it," she said cheerfully.

"Really?" he asked incredulously.

"Yes Andy. I love you, and your family. I get that being in a family like this means there are certain rules you have to follow and certain sacrifices you have to make. My issue has been finding clothes that fit me. I'm tall. I have shoulders, a great ass, and huge boobs. But you're right, Ellen will be great. She already has been."

"OK, so now for the money part. You may have already guessed my family has money -- like a shit ton of it. My sisters and I are worth -- right now -- about $15 million each. That number will grow when my grandparents die and we split the houses and other stuff up. I want to be up front about that."

"OK," she said smiling.

"I know that my grandmother will insist on paying for everything today. But I also know that gets old. I like being able to pay for my own stuff. So, if you would allow me to, I've got some cash I want to send with you. You don't have to tell them you got the money from me; it can be our little secret."

"Baby, I have some money as well. Not $15 million, but I have some money," she said.

"Well, just for a point of reference, I'm going to send you with $1000. That should at least let you chip in when you feel like you want to."

"Chip in? Baby, that should get me a whole new wardrobe," she laughed.

"Well, unless I miss my guess, the helicopter will be arriving here this morning, and the women-folk will be headed to Boston for the day. You're going to my grandmother's stylist, and she and Ellen will completely redo your wardrobe. Don't say yes to anything you don't like. My grandmother will probably insist on a couple of things, and that just can't be avoided. Ellen and Jess will probably give you a code word, or something like that, to let you know when you can't say no. They'll also go to bat for you if you need them to. They're awesome that way, and they really like you. Again, Sara I'm really sorry about this. I know it's a lot to take in. If you want to walk away, I totally get it. It really is just a necessary evil."

She kissed him -- passionately.

"Baby, I am a girl, if you hadn't noticed, girls do like clothes. Your grandmother is absolutely lovely. She is amazing and elegant and beautiful. So are your sisters. I had to wear a uniform in high school, and at Colton, I just decided to go with the jock look. It wasn't a conscious decision, really, it was just easier. I also know that means some people on campus think Eden and I are a couple. I would love to dress like one of the DeGroat women, since I really want to be a DeGroat woman," she said reassuringly.

He smiled at her, and kissed her back.

"When do I need to talk to your mom?"

"What do you mean?"

"I'm going to ask you to marry me, Sara. But I want to meet your mom and ask her permission before I do so. You're amazing. I know your mom knows that, but it wouldn't hurt to have her future son-in-law tell her that as well. If you want to slow down, I get it. I'll wait as long as it takes, Sara."

"Hmm. How about next weekend? I mean next weekend we could drive down and meet her. Then maybe at the end of the summer you can talk with her? Baby, I really don't want to wait around," she smiled.

"Really?" he said.

"Absolutely. Now, according to your fancy watch, we have about 20 minutes before we need to leave. I'd love for you to take me again, but I'll settle for some kissing and you playing with my breasts in the shower for about 10 minutes. Deal?" she asked.

"Well, if you hadn't noticed, I'm hard as a rock. You do tend to do that to me," he quipped.

"Me?" she said mockingly.

"Yes, you. You are damn fine, future Mrs. DeGroat."

"Well, how about if I just ride you for a few minutes? That might take the edge off today," she whispered.

"If you think I can stop after a few minutes, you haven't heard a word I've said to you," he responded.

"Well then, we best get to business then," she smiled.

Sara kissed him, then turned her back to him and sat backwards. As she did so, she grabbed his iron pole and positioned it at her womanhood. Sitting down, she impaled herself on Andy's manhood.

"Damn, baby. You fill me up so good. A girl could get used to this," she cooed.

"Remember that when it's 3 PM and you're on the ninth store of the day," he mused.

Andy placed his hands on Sara's luscious hips as she rode him. She leaned back into his neck, and kissed him deeply. "I love you, baby," she whispered.

"Mmm. I love you, too."

"Now, please play with my nipples. I love it when you take me from behind, and my nipples need a good pull so that I can get off."

"Who said I want you to get off?" he teased.

"Baby, I know you won't leave me hanging. You love your woman too much to do shit like that."

"True."

Andy reached up and began to gently pull on her erect nipples. He marveled at the contrast between her dark nipples and his tan, but very Anglo hands. He heard her moans of pleasure, and felt the instant spark from her nipples to her pussy. She clenched on him as she rode him, and he felt the tension rising in his balls. He pulled a bit harder, and was rewarded with more lovely tension on his cock.

"I don't know what you're doing, but it feels fucking amazing," he whispered to her.

"You want to really feel me go off? Rub my clit, baby. It needs some lovin'."

Andy reached forward and slowly and gently began to rub her electric nub. Again, he was rewarded with an instant response in her pussy. This girl was driving him crazy. As they continued their slow lovemaking, Andy felt his wrist vibrate. "Dammit," he thought. "I hope that's not Eden. That would suck to have her text interrupt this time with Sara."

"Baby, I'm so close," Sara whispered. "Just a couple more strokes."

Her orgasm overtook her suddenly. She began to spasm as she continued to grind on Andy. She said nothing, just made a series of passion-filled sounds letting him know of her pleasure. Feeling her go off sent him over the edge. He emptied himself into his lover, producing more cum than he would have thought possible after three rounds of sex with this amazing woman.

After they both caught their breath, Andy checked his watch.

"It's Ellen. She says there's been a change of plans. The helicopter will be here in 45 minutes. We're all going to Boston, apparently. You're not the only one who needs a wardrobe upgrade. Jessica needs maternity clothes, and they want to register for baby stuff," explained Andy.

She laid back against him with her hands on his cheeks. Her lovely chest continued to heave up and down, with the size of her breasts accentuated by her position of her arms above her head. Andy felt his cock jump within her. Sara felt it too, and giggled.

"Damn baby, you really can't get enough, can you?"

"Not even close," he replied.

"Well, I'm glad we're all going. I've never flown before."

"Really?"

"Nope. Not in a plane, nothing. So, I'm glad you'll be there with me," she said.

"Well, like we said. We protect each other. I have to warn you though, typically, my helicopter rides over the past 5 years have not been to go shopping. If I get the '1000-yard stare' please be patient with me," he explained.

"I will, baby. Should 'titties' be our safe word?" she asked. Both laughed, though Andy's was somewhat timid. He knew the kinds of memories and ghosts riding in a helicopter tended to evoke in him. Thankfully, Sara had no idea how dark that part of his life had been, and he had neither the words, nor the inclination to tell her.

"Will you come along when we go shopping?" she asked timidly. "I mean I know men hate that kind of stuff, but I really want you to like what I get as well. I am wearing these things because I'm yours, Andy. I want you to approve," she explained.

"If you want me there, my love, I'm there. But, if I know my grandmother, you'll start with luggage, and then move to 'foundations.' As much as I'd love to watch you try on lingerie, I don't think my manhood, or my grandmother, could take that. I'll find something to do during that time, though, and be with you the rest of the time. How about that?"

She got up off him and rinsed off the lower part of her body. He watched as his seed flowed out of her quim and down her leg onto the floor of shower. Even this somewhat base action was sexy as hell to him.

"That would be great. I know what you mean about the lingerie. Having you there looking at me would be no Bueno. I'd want you to take me back to the changing room and undress me," she giggled. "I don't guess store management would appreciate that."

Andy's watch vibrated again. "We need to hurry. Ellen wants to run to school and see your clothes, and I need to grab a suit. We've having dinner at Sorellina's to celebrate Baby Fedorov. Do you mind staying in Boston tonight?"

"No. I should text my mom to tell her that I'm heading down to Boston with some friends, though."

"Some friends?" he asked incredulously.

"Baby, if I tell her I'm going to Boston with my boyfriend/soon to be fiancé and his whole family to get a new wardrobe and to celebrate being an almost Aunt, she will lose her shit. We're not ready for that. In fact, when I say it like that it almost freaks me out," she explained.

"Is it too much too soon?" he asked her tenderly.

She turned the shower off and grabbed towels for both of them.

"No. If anything it's too damn slow," she said firmly.

"Please explain," he said calmly, as he quickly dried off.

"Baby, there's a part of me that wants to walk into practice Monday morning with a wedding band on my finger, or at least an engagement ring. But I know we can't do that. I don't know, Andy, it's like a switch went off in my head last night. I want this. I want us. I want you and I want to be your wife -- like yesterday. But I know there are people we love who would be destroyed if we did that. My momma would kill me. Eden would never speak to either of us again. I really want to meet Mike and Priya. Hell, I want to meet Praja and give her a hug and thank her for training you to be such a damn fine lover. All that needs to happen before we become husband and wife, I know that. But it doesn't change what I want right damn now. And, like you said, people would think we were doing it because I'm pregnant. We both deserve better than that, Andy. We protect one another."

He leaned forward and kissed her.

"I love you."

"Damn skippy you do," she grinned. "I'm the best thing that's ever happened to you," she joked. Then, turning serious, she looked at him and said, "And you are, without a doubt, the best thing that has ever happened to me, Andrew DeGroat."

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At 9:30 AM the helicopter landed at the Millipore Heliport. Two vehicles were awaiting them. One took Judge Carlson to their Beacon Hill home to prepare for having everyone home for the weekend. The other took the rest of the family downtown. Andy knew his grandmother well, for they started at a luggage store. Sara reluctantly admitted that all her luggage was athletic bag in nature, and that she didn't have anything resembling a suitcase or valise (whatever that was). 30 minutes later, she was the proud owner of a set of Coach bags, and two new purses, to boot. She looked at one set of price tags, and then was wisely informed by Andy to simply, "choose what you like and don't think about it." He got out his credit card, and gladly paid for this round of shopping. The next stop was indeed a lingerie store, so Andy headed across the street to a Starbuck's. As he was sitting there enjoying an espresso, his phone went off. It was Eden, wanting to FaceTime him. Andy answered more than a bit reluctantly.

The person on his screen was indeed Eden, but her face was puffy and red, and he could tell immediately she'd been crying -- as in ugly crying.

"Eden, what's wrong?"

"Andy, I'm so sorry. You and Sara are going to hate me," she said remorsefully.

"Slow down, Snips. You have no idea what we might hate you for. I mean, you are in Paris and we're not, but tell me what's wrong," he smiled, trying to reassure her.

"Well, we got an upgrade. All three of us. I have no idea how, but we got upgraded to first class. Andy -- it was awesome! Well, my folks were sitting in the back section of first class, and I was in the front section. So, I got seated, and was playing with my cool seat when this guy comes and sits next to me. I gotta admit, he was super cute -- but not beautiful like you. Anyway, he introduced himself as Brian -- Brian Howell. He was really nice -- he's an architecture student at the Savannah College of Art and Design, and he's a swimmer. He's spending a month in Paris before his senior year. Andy, we talked the whole flight! It -- it was like talking to you. Anyway, we landed, and he's staying like a block from the ballet, it's literally right across the street from our hotel. His sister is doing a summer internship with the artistic director for the Paris ballet, so he knew all about Evie dancing prima. Evie knows we're here, but she's been busy getting ready for the premiere -- so we'll see her after the performance. So, Brian went to lunch with us, and walked to The Louvre with us, and he's pretty cool. He's even attending the premiere tonight, and it's black tie," she said all this rapid-fire and barely paused to take a breath.

"Eden, that sounds great. I don't understand why you think Sara and I will hate you for any of this," said Andy cautiously.

"Well, I really want to date Brian, Andy," she paused. "I know we talked about -- other things -- for you and I. You're amazing, but I really think I want to try this with him."

"Has he asked you out?" queried Andy.

"Yes," said Eden quietly, looking down as she answered.

"OK, so you want to give you and Brian a try?"

Eden had begun to cry softly. "Yes. Andy, I know you must hate me, but I really do."

"Snips, don't cry. I don't hate you. I never could, I don't think. We'll have lots to talk about when you get back. The last 18 hours have been crazy for everybody. Enjoy your time with your family and Brian, and we'll deal with whatever we need to deal with when you get back."

"That's the other thing, Andy. My sister has asked me to stay for opening week. Mom and Dad are seriously considering it, so I may not be back tomorrow after all."