Finding Home Pt. 19

He was wearing his Batman sleep shorts, and no shirt. Sara moved towards him like a lioness stalking her prey. She kissed him deeply, and then moaned as he grabbed her ass.

"You look amazing," he groaned.

"I told you I would look good for my man," she said.

"Not good, my love. Amazing. You look amazing," he replied.

She stepped back from him and put her hand up. "Andy, I have something I need to tell you before we make love." Looking him dead in the eyes, she continued, "And we are going to make love."

He grinned at her.

"I was thinking about what you said while I was in the shower -- about the guys on campus hitting on us. I need to dress differently when I go to practice. Grace and I both do."

"Bellissima, you don't need to do that," he interjected.

She stepped to him and put her hands on his face. "Yes, I do. I love you." She paused, "Baby, my tits and ass are fantastic. There was a part of 'Sara from the Block' that loved teasing boys that way. It was a kind of protest, too -- if I'm being honest -- against all the gender fluidity stuff. I could be a woman, and flaunt my femininity."

"Andy, I failed us today. I can't do that again -- I won't do that again. I'll still train in my cute, hot girl gear; but when I go to the Dining Commons, I'll put a pair of sweats on, and I'll rock some of my Andy swag t-shirts over the top."

She paused and looked down at her current shirt, "Probably not this one, though." She giggled.

"Thank you," he said. "I love that you're willing to do that for us."

"I'll still give you some wiggle," she smiled. "But you won't have to eat with a low-grade erection anymore."

Andy leaned down and picked Sara up. She wrapped her legs around him and continued to kiss him as he walked them over to the bed. He laid her down softly, and stepped back to consider her in the light of the candles. She saw the look of love and affection on his face, but also the need and desire. Seeing him look at her in this way caused Sara to begin weeping. This was ugly crying at its finest.

Andy slid next to her and held her. She sobbed for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, Andy heard her breathing even out, and he moved to look into her face. Her eyes were puffy, and the front of the shirt was soaked with her tears.

"Hello, my love," he said tenderly.

"Baby, I -- I don't even know what to say," she confessed.

"It's OK. There's nothing to say. Sara, I'm still right here. The ring in still on your finger. We're going to be fine."

"I know, and that's what makes it hard. Andy, I don't know if I could forgive you the way you have forgiven me."

"But you already did," he looked at her, stunned. "Do you not remember our little escapade in the Commons with Grace and Kail?"

"I do, but that was my idea," she said.

"Which should have been my first clue," he confessed. "We've played with fire twice, Bellissima -- actually three times if you count Eden."

She turned her body to look at him.

"Sara, sex, and physical intimacy are powerful things. I learned that in the Corps. Romeo, and I would be embedded in some shit hole with everything around us dicey as hell, and I'd quiet my mind by thinking about being with Praja. My plan for making it through this week was similar. I'd strum my guitar, and really focus my mind on being with you in our bed. It's not just the sex, but the laying here with you. The way we talk. The way you feel next to me. How you snore in this adorable way. The way you look at me when I bring you coffee in the morning. Sara, that sustains me when you're not here. The mind is the most powerful sexual tool a human possesses," he smiled at her. "By the way, your outfit this evening goes to the top of the list. All my Sara fantasies will now have you looking like that."

She kissed him. "Mmm. You are so sweet to me."

"I'm not trying to be sweet. I saw guys throw away relationships because they could not discipline how they thought. I had a great model in Romeo," he chuckled. "Please don't tell her this, but I bet I could describe Maria Garcia's naked body in great detail. When Romeo wanted to think of her, he'd start whispering to himself in Spanish. I wondered what the hell he was saying. Well, Google Translate made quick work of that," he grinned.

"Look, your mind let you down today. Your teenage fantasy guy was right in front of you, telling you all sorts of sweet things. Your body went where high school Sara's mind wanted to go. You had the chance to finally make a reality of the thing you'd been fantasizing about for a long time."

"How did you get so smart with this kind of stuff?" she asked him, stunned that he had parsed her interior life with such ease.

"I got hit on -- a lot -- when Heather and I were dating. The Judge is big on the mind, as you might have guessed. He and Helen were engaged when he went to Vietnam, so he had to find ways to deal with being apart from her. He wrote to her every day, and hummed 'Gentle on My Mind' whenever some cute nurse would chat him up. He also thought about their last night together before he shipped out," Andy grinned when he said this. "And, by the way, Helen has no idea I know about that -- so mum's the word."

"So, you had to think about Heather when some little hottie was sticking her chest out at you, and giving you 'Hey Drew?'" she said cutely.

"Yup. It wasn't even thinking about kissing her, or when I'd cop a feel. It had to be something deeper than that."

Sara giggled. "I thought all teenage boys thought about was copping a feel."

Andy laughed. "Well, true." He paused, "Heather's breasts were not the size they are now," he raised an eyebrow at her. "There were girls at Groton with much more -- let's just say 'ample offerings' -- who would chat me up. So, it had to be about more than that. Heather had three older brothers. They're all great guys. Their family did Sunday night dinners together. I got invited, and her brothers were great to me. They'd just sit around the table and talk and laugh and generally bust each other's balls. It was amazing. So, that's what I would think about: Sundays. Heather came to brunch at our house, we'd hang out, and then we'd head to her house for dinner. Did I want to throw that away just to play with Rhonda Cardman's tig ole' bitties?"

"By the way, I saw the same thing in the Corps. When I became an NCO, I had to walk with guys through this stuff all the time. I blew it this time though, Bellissima. I thought that a woman as funny, and bright, and kind, and mind-blowingly fine as you would already have this down. In my mind, you've been Huntress. I keep forgetting about The Misfits."

"And baby, what you've just described is why I get so upset. I just about threw away our life together to make out with my high school crush. I'm so pissed and disappointed in myself I can hardly stand it," she said remorsefully.

"Let me tell you a dirty little secret," he said. "Brian Boyle could very easily be a better kisser than me."

Sara giggled. "Trust me, baby. He's not."

"Thank you," he smiled. "But hear me out. Let's say he was. Let's say he was dynamite in bed. What kind of life would you have when you weren't kissing or making love? How much loss has he had to deal with? What kind of father would he be? What's he gonna do when he's done modeling? That's why I could turn away from Rhonda Cardman and her tight sweaters. That's why I can tell the cheerleaders to back off. They may have things I want in that moment -- but they have nothing I need. I need a life with you. I need you, Sara. I need you and our kids and our family and friends. The rest of it is superfluous."

She kissed him, and then looked into his eyes. She loved how blue they were, and she loved how he looked at her. In his eyes, she had been introduced to herself in ways she could not have imagined. His eyes were her mirror. In the deep blue of Andy's eyes, she saw herself as a bright, strong, beautiful woman. She saw herself as a woman fully possessed. She loved what she saw there.

"I need you inside me, baby. That's what I need right now," she said softly.

"God, I hope so. You've been teasing me from the moment you stepped out of the bathroom," he smiled at her.

She reached between them and started stroking his member. He quickly grew in her hand. She slid his shorts down, and pushed him onto his back. She kissed him as she moved atop him and laid hold of his manhood. She placed him at her steamy entrance and moved her hips back slowly.

"Mmmmm," she moaned as she took each delicious inch of him into her. "I love how you fill me, baby."

They were in no hurry. This session of lovemaking reflected their relationship. They were in it for the long haul. After two frenetic weeks of lovemaking and courtship, Andy and Sara had settled in. He, in all his brokenness, was hers. She, likewise, belonged entirely to him.

She sat up and put her arms above her head. He stared into her eyes, and just like she had, Andy found himself there.

"Lift your shirt up, Sara. Let me see your breasts," he said huskily.

She smiled, and then did as he asked. She grabbed her left nipple and began to tug on it. At the same time, she reached down with her right hand and began to rub her clit.

Andy surprised her by pushing her right hand away and sitting up to kiss her.

"No ma'am," he said playfully. "No cheating. You'll cum when I want you to, Mrs. DeGroat; but not until then."

She smiled as she leaned forward and kissed him, "Yes, Mr. DeGroat."

He spun her around on her back, and slowly kissed down her body. She whimpered in disappointment as he pulled out of her.

He looked up at her and grinned. "Patience my love. We've had a long day. You need a good, long orgasm before we sleep tonight. Trust me."

She smiled at him, and melted into the pleasure his tongue was giving her as he licked her womanhood. Andy moved his hands to her breasts and began to gently pull on her nipples. She squirmed in pleasure. He really did ring all her bells. Andy slowly and lovingly continued his ministrations. He brought her to the brink several times, each time backing off and kissing her thighs.

Finally, he let her find her release. When she was just about down from the first wave, he entered her again. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he slowly deep-stroked her into a series of successive orgasms. She was lost in the waves of pleasure that rolled through her body. She also had an epiphany. This was not just about the sex, and the physical pleasure of two people making love. This was her life; the life they had together. She gave herself completely to him, letting all the warmth, the pleasure, and the love fill her to overflowing. She felt him empty into her. She was vaguely aware of him rolling off her. She rolled over to him and put her head on his chest. He was sweating, and breathing heavily. After a time, Sara spoke.

"Baby, that was the most amazing thing I've ever done," she said softly.

He chuckled. "My mind is blown, Bellissima. You never cease to amaze me."

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After a bit, he spoke to her. "Are you asleep?"

"No baby. I'm too happy to sleep."

"Good. I much prefer contented Sara. I'm not a fan of 'distraught Sara.'"

She giggled. "She dead. 'Andy's Sara' shot that bitch, too."

"Can I ask you a really random question?"

She moved her head to look at him. "Ask me whatever you want."

"What jersey number did you wear in high school -- when you played soccer?"

She looked at him quizzically.

"I wore #7. Why?"

His eyes went big. "No way," he whispered.

She giggled.

Andy hopped out of bed and went to his wardrobe. He rummaged around for a second before returning with a t-shirt. He stood before the bed. "OK, so here's the front," he said smiling. 'Princeton Volleyball' was in orange block letters across the chest. A grinning Andy turned the shirt around. Sara giggled. The back read, 'DeGROAT' on the name plate, with '7" on the back.

"You and 'Sica wore the same number," he laughed. Andy tossed the shirt down and pounced on the bed, kissing Sara passionately. After a long kiss, he looked at her.

"I was thinking about what Jake told Grace. He's right, you know. I really was miserable. You can't feed your soul a steady diet of revenge. The old, unhappy Andy wore #51. I'm thinking about changing my jersey number, and I'm thinking # 7 sounds pretty cool." He grinned at her as he said this. "I'm not sure you noticed, but that was my national team number. You had to wear successive numbers, and I was a huge Chris Chelios fan growing up.'

"Baby, I hear you, and you flatter me. But you're forgetting that 'Sara from the Block' wore #7. She was unhappy as well. Besides, you have no idea how hot it was to see you and Alex, and then you and Cooper out there just flying on the ice while you all wore 50's numbers. It was amazing to see."

"So, what's your vote, my love?"

"Please keep #51. I love that you would change to my old number, but I love my new number -- almost as much as I love my new last name. Plus, I love the looks I get wearing your old swag. With your broad shoulders, #7 would be wasted. Single digits are for skinny boys, not men like you," she said appreciatively.

"What if we did a hybrid? We can't add 7 to 51, because that would give me Alex's jersey number. But, if we subtracted it, I'd be wearing #44."

"My vote is to keep #51. You're a new you, baby. You kicked ass skating with Alex in #51. You knocked Max Ross out wearing that number. I fell in love with you wearing that number. Please keep it," she said smiling at him.

"Done," he said, kissing her on the nose.

"Any more random questions?" she asked.

"Just one. Do you like my tattoo?"

"Mmm. I love your tattoo. It's the manifestation of bad ass Andy. It's so not Beacon Hill Drew. I know there's parts of that life you struggle with, but without that part of your life, you don't do what you did to those three assholes," she said sweetly. "Baby, I love that you protect us, and I love that you're a bad ass. Though," she paused.

"What?" he asked her anxiously.

She giggled. "Our girls are going to have a hard time finding a young man that will measure up to their father. I love that, by the way. No scrubs allowed at the DeGroat household."

"Thank you, and you're right. There were parts of it I did enjoy. I just wish I hadn't shut out everyone that I cared about when I enlisted," he said, the remorse evident in his voice.

"Why do you ask about the tattoo?"

"Well, someone left me a sweet note before her trip to New York City. I love the way you sign your name, so I was thinking about getting your signature as a tattoo."

She kissed him passionately.

"So, that's a yes?"

"Baby, you already blew my mind once, so unless you have another go in you, I need you to stop being so damn sweet," she said softly.

"That's the third stop tomorrow night. I found a tattoo artist in Portland that gets rave reviews. I've got an appointment with her to talk about the design and schedule the ink. I wanted to surprise you, but I'm trying to get over the need to habitually do that."

"Where would you get it?"

"That's what I need you to help me decide. I could get it on the other side of my chest -- where only you would see it regularly. Or I'd get it on my right forearm. That way, any time I'm wearing short sleeves, everybody could see it. Everybody can see your engagement ring, and everybody will see our wedding bands. But not everyone can see the dog tags you wear. This way, we'd be even," he smiled at her.

"I vote on your chest, then," she said. "Plus, that's more the way we do us. Your family is very understated. I love that about them, by the way. It's classy and sexy as hell. I like that there's something on you that's for me that requires you getting half naked."

"All of me is just for you, preferably naked," he replied.

She kissed him. "Baby, we're going to make love again in the morning; but right now? We've both had a long ass day. If you have a song for me, I'd love to hear that before we blow the candles out and go to bed."

He smiled at her. "I do. Let me get my guitar."

Andy hopped up and grabbed his guitar off the stand. He pulled up some lyrics on his phone, and threw on his sleep shorts.

"OK, so I had a song planned for you each night when we Face Timed. I was going to save this one for Thursday night, but since our situation has changed, I'll go with it tonight. By the way, this is the song we danced to in your mom's apartment the night we got engaged."

She sat up in the bed, and Andy got an eyeful of her luscious body. She was very turned on by their conversation, and by the fact that her man was going to serenade her. Andy coughed as he saw her rather obvious state of arousal.

"Sorry baby. Too much?" she asked with a wicked grin on her face.

"It is if you want me to sing to you," he said grinning.

She hopped out of the bed and Andy's eyes just about came out of his head. Her sumptuous breasts moved obscenely, and she gave him so much wiggle he almost had a heart attack. She threw on one of his Oxford dress shirts, buttoned three buttons and came back to bed. She sat down on the edge of the bed, and decorously crossed her legs.

"Is this better?"

"Yes." He smiled at her. "Thank you."

Andy did an acoustic cover of Hall and Oates' "One on One." Sara closed her eyes and swayed to the music as he sang soulfully to her. She felt the tears on her cheeks as he sang. When he was done, she opened her eyes and looked at him lovingly.

"Thank you, baby," she said softly.

"You're very welcome," he replied.

Sara's phone vibrated, and she reached for it. "Who the hell is texting me at 11 at night?"

She unlocked the screen to find a text from Eden. She opened it and began to laugh. She showed it to Andy. Eden and taken a picture of she and Ethan snuggling in the front seat of Andy's truck. Her hair was disheveled, and she had an obvious orgasmic glow on her face. He had the sated, and stunned look on his face of a man who had just bedded an amazing woman. She had included the text "#Andy'd" with the picture. Andy laughed, and then got an idea.

"Hold on," he said to Sara. Andy went to his closet, found his rifle gear bag, and pulled out a telescopic night scope.

"Are you OK to go out dressed as you are, or would you like to put some pants on?" he asked her grinning. "It's just to the balcony."

"I can go like this, I think," she said.

Andy powered up his Pulsar night scope. This was a $6K piece of military grade equipment. He found the spot he was looking for, and focused the scope. Sara saw the expression on his face turn to one of boyish glee.

"Andrew David are you peeping on your little sister?" she asked giggling.

"Look for yourself," he said, handing her the scope. He moved behind Sara and helped her find the spot. She began giggling. "Baby, you may need to clean out the inside of your truck," she said.

"I think I may need some new shocks as well," he chuckled. "I'll leave the laser mic in the bag, though. That may be too much," he said mirthfully. "Here, hold on. There is a record function." He pressed a button on the top of the scope. Sara focused in tighter, and it was obvious the truck was rocking from the exertions of the inhabitants.

She looked up at Andy and began giggling again. "Can we send that video to her?"

"Mrs. DeGroat, I love your devious mind." Andy sent the video to his phone, and they went back inside. He pulled up a text string with Eden and pasted the video.

"What do we want to say?" he asked, almost giddy as he did so.

"How about, 'Round Two?" she giggled.

Andy typed it in and sent it.

Five minutes later, he got a response.

A lady never tells, but if she did, she would tell you that's Round 3 -- and to mind your own damn business. Love you both 😊