Victoria & Alex Pt. 08

They both lost track of how long they fucked and enjoyed each other's bodies. Locked together in loving combat as they adjusted and manoeuvred themselves to increase pleasure. Both of them gasping and begging for more from the other as their bodies sweated and slid against each other.

The couple rolled over, not losing contact, to put Vicky on top, as she stifled a giggle. She leaned back, her hands on Alex's ankles as she rose and fell on his glistening shaft. The stiff 'Little Mike' flagging up and down, flicking pre-cum over Alex's stomach as he lead, transfixed by her body, performing on his shaft for him.

The finale came as two brief spurts of cum ejected from ' Little Mike' to flick over Alex, some landing on his face. Tasting Vicky on his tongue brought him to his own climax as he exploded into her. Feeling the warm fluid pumping into her, she dropped on the stand pipe, gushing inside her. She ground her wet, lube covered backside on him as he gripped 'Little Mike' between thumb and forefinger to squeeze the last spurts out of her.

Vicky lifted herself upright, releasing Alex's ankles to flop down onto him, smothering him in kisses whilst panting and gasping. They wrapped and cuddled each other in one sticky, slimy mess as Alex slipped out of Vicky. Many dozens of loving kisses later, they settled in the darkness, still trying to catch their breath.

"See, I told you I wouldn't wake your mum and dad!"

"Haha, hopefully they were asleep and couldn't hear the bed walking across the floor!"

"It did not." Vicky scolded.

Alex chuckled in the dark, "No, but only because of the thick shag pile carpet."

He squeezed his arms around Vicky. He once again enjoyed the tripod of her body pressed against him. The slime of the shrinking, floppy 'Little Mike' dragging over his thigh as her small breasts squashed into his damp chest.

"Mmm, I do like a nice long shag!" Vicky giggled, pinching one of his cheeks.

"Haha, me too, more so when sharing it with you."

"And only me?"

"Yes, of course."

Alex caught a hint of her vulnerability and wished he'd chosen his words more carefully. "You know there's only been you, my first and only."

In the darkness, he blushed and kissed her to underline his statement.

"You'd better be right, or I'll hunt you down and set Sarah on you!"

Alex grunted a stifled laugh. "Now there's a threat that works. I don't know which one of you I'd rather not want to get on the wrong side of."

"Ha ha, she can be scary when angry. I'm just glad she's my bestie, being such a rock. Is she still texting and teasing you?"

Alex paused, thinking it strange for her to ask, as she and Sarah share everything and if she had, she'd have told her. "No, not for a while. Why?"

"Hmm, something she said earlier on the phone. I'm a little worried about her, as she doesn't seem as confident, not her normal self. Since meeting you, she often says she'd like her own Alex, but she slipped and said she needs you."

"Oh, na, she must have meant the same. She's lovely, but still scary."

"Hmm. She teases me about what we get up to in the bedroom and threatens to teach you a thing or two if you didn't satisfy me. Yesterday she asked for a little too much detail. It's quite unlike her, as she knows and has always respected my boundaries."

"I'm sure she's okay. Maybe she's jealous of you spending all your time with me?"

"Maybe."

"Don't worry, I know your boundaries and wouldn't want to spoil what we've always had."

"Always had? Are you suggesting what I think?"

Vicky tried to focus on Alex in the darkness.

"Hmm. In hindsight, I wonder if the right moment had come, whether we would have."

Vicky adjusted herself on him, to look deep into his dark eyes.

"Do you think you would have?"

"I don't know. It's just, I enjoyed looking after you, protecting you. Each time I helped you up, or caught you to stop you from falling, we always had electricity between us, and I did like you in those shorts we teased you about."

"You should have said something?"

"No, I thought we'd talked about this? I was terrified it would ruin what we had, and I didn't really understand how I felt."

"You've said a little before, but not this much. Do you think, if I'd have stayed here in Bristol, you would have?"

"I don't know. Would have you gone to London and become Vicky if we had got together?"

"Hmm, yes. I would have. I knew I needed to become her and live my life as I dreamed, as a woman. Having you with me then would have helped me through so many heart aches... So, do you prefer me as Vicky?"

Alarm bells rang in Alex's head, realising he was on dangerous ground and he could almost hear Rich laughing at him.

"Vicky is still you. A more confident, relaxed you but the same person. Less awkward and more than the sum of your whole. Now we're lovers it's different anyway, and you've still got 'Little Mike' ..."

Alex let that sink in to them both. He could see her face ponder on his answer and he needed to add more.

"Maybe, in our years apart, I've matured as well and in missing you, it made it easier to be honest about how I felt about you that first weekend."

Vicky dropped off her elbow and sank back onto the bed. She snuggled closer so she could passionately delve her warm tongue into him, and her lips locked with his. Once more, they settled down and curled up together, but before they could drift off to sleep, she fidgeted.

"Can we get under the duvet? My toes are freezing and my back's cold."

To prove it, Vicky pressed her toes against Alex's calf. The shock caused him to jump and yelp, "Hey!"

Alex got up off the crumpled up sheets. As soon as she flicked the covers back and rolled under them, he slipped into bed to join her. They recouped, entwining their bodies with a few kisses to settle down into a comfortable position.

"Mmm, that's warmer," he admitted.

Not only feeling warmer under the bedsheets, but also wrapped around Vicky, who now kept her feet curled up in the bottom of the sheets. He led there, stroking his hand along the base of Vicky's spine, listening to her breathing slowly become shallower as she fell asleep. Once he was sure she had safely fallen asleep, he followed her.

The sun streaming through Alex's sister's old bedroom curtains waking them both. Alex enjoyed his impromptu erection pressing into a sleepy Vicky and nudging ' Little Mike' to one side.

"Morning Lovely," he whispered, pecking a kiss on Vicky's lips but rather than her sweet usual taste, her breath gave off a stale, sleepy odour. He knew enough not to say anything.

Vicky blinked and yawned, "Morning." As she stretched out, spreading her arms and legs out.

"Cup of tea?"

"Mmm, please."

Vicky saw the time on her phone and held onto Alex as he tried to slip out from underneath the covers, "It's Sunday and way too early."

Clinging to Alex's arm, she nibbled on his ear.

"Hmm, you're lovely and warm. Stay. I'm still hungry for you."

She planted kisses down his neck and shoulder and her a hand drifted down his body to slide around his midriff, heading between his legs.

Alex tore himself free to stand naked, alone in the room.

"No, it's already late. I need a shower and, no doubt, you'll want one too. If we get a move on, we'll make the most of the day before you return to the big smoke this afternoon."

Vicky's bottom lip curled downwards, and she dropped her head to look up at Alex.

"Aw, but I'm hungry for you."

Her hands reached out from beneath the duvet, just short of his arms.

Vicky grinned, pulled the covers off her, rolling over to raise up on all fours and seductively turned around, to offer her peach, hairless rear to him. She wiggled her bum and looked over her shoulder at him, winking.

He shook his head.

"Oh, no. Maybe next weekend if you play your cards right, but not this morning. I don't want to embarrass my parents with us bumping and banging away, as I could always hear Tanya when she'd snuck a boyfriend up here."

Vicky leaped up to stand facing the wall, placing both hands against it, offering her rear to him again, with a wiggle.

"Mmm, I'll be quiet. This way, we won't be testing the bed springs at all."

She teased him with another wiggle of her bum.

Alex reached out and lifted the dressing gown off its hook on the back of the door to step forward to her.

"And neither will they want sweaty hand prints on their wallpaper!" He laughed as he slapped a bare cheek, and with Vicky still in shock, he dodged out of the bedroom.

"Ouch! You..." She protested, turning to chase him, but he was already in the hallway, peering around the half-closed door, laughing.

She dashed across the room to catch him, but he had already dashed along the hall to stand out of reach. He wrapped the gown about him as Vicky peeked around the door, hiding behind it while still naked, scowling at Alex.

"Now you're up. You can jump in the shower whilst I get you a cup of tea," Alex taunted as he scurried down the stairs.

By the time Alex returned, Vicky was already in the bathroom. He paused at the door to hear her quiet muffled singing mixed with the sound of the water. Imagining her naked in the stream of water as it danced across her body. He kicked himself for not accepting her earlier offer.

Alex tore himself away and left a mug on the bedroom table for Vicky. He quickly made the bed and moved all his detritus back to his room, stacking his dirty clothes to go in the wash basket. He took his bike helmet downstairs, and cleaned the visor in the kitchen, much to his mother's annoyance.

He'd finished as Vicky's voice rang down from upstairs.

"Shower's free, Alex."

Then his mother admonished him, "Hurry up, Alex, or the morning will be over before it's begun."

"Aw mum, give us a chance." He answered as he stormed up the stairs, chuckling.

He arrived to see the bedroom door close, so he ducked into his own to strip. It didn't take Alex too long to shower and change in his room. He emerged to the powerful aroma of bacon frying and checked the spare room to find it empty with the bed stripped of bedding.

He dashed downstairs to the kitchen. He found Vicky pouring mugs of tea and his mum frying breakfast.

"Mmm, how lucky am I? Bacon two days in a row. You'll have to stay more often, Vicks."

Sophie glanced at Vicky, "You're welcome to visit anytime, lovely."

Then she looked at Alex, "Your dad's gone to help Steve, or Phil with their bike or car or something. They rang early this morning, and he dashed out with a bag full of tools."

Alex sat at the far side of the kitchen table to where Vicky had slid two mugs over before she turned to pluck plates and cutlery out of various cupboards. Alex enjoyed seeing her backside trapped tightly inside his mother's black leather jeans. Her red jumper rose, exposing the roundness of her cheeks, as she stretched to reach the tomato sauce.

"I can't get over how well those jeans fit you, better than they ever did me!" Sophie exclaimed as she glanced over at Vicky.

"They're so comfy, and the distressed look is very fashionable."

Vicky ran a hand over the rear pockets to feel the rough edges of the hems, which were scuffed and highlighted light brown against the black leather. Not knowing that seeing her pale hands with red nail polish sliding over herself and the squeak of the leather between her thighs rubbing excited Alex. She broke the spell as she turned to smile at him and lay cutlery in three places.

"I only hope my helmet and jacket will be okay, too."

Sophie waved a menacing spatula at Alex.

"No going mad with Vicky on the back. I don't want you scaring the living daylights out of her. Nor do I want to be picking either of you up from A and E."

"Mum!"

Vicky blushed, but gave Alex a smile. Pleased that his mother was being protective of her.

"Both fitted fine, thanks. I wore my jumper underneath the jacket when I tried it on and it fits a treat."

"Well, it should do, as you're smaller than me in the boob department."

Sophie laughed and turned to wave her large DD boobs at Vicky, who wiggled her B cups back at her, hidden beneath her white T-shirt as she giggled with her.

"MUM!"

"Don't be prudish Alex, I'm sure you enjoy Vicky's as much as your dad enjoys mine."

"MUM!"

Alex hid his head in his hands but saw Vicky laughing, nodding at Sophie as she returned her attention to her cooking. She gave him a mouth and wide eyed, silent 'Wow', pleased at Sophie's relaxed attitude towards their relationship.

Vicky turned back to the counter as the clatter of a spatula on a plate announced the arrival of the bacon. Soon, with eggs and beans on rounds of toast, she passed plates across to the table. The first being for Alex. Vicky sat alongside him, with Sophie sitting opposite and the three tucked into their breakfast.

"Which train are you catching tonight?"

"I was going to catch the five o'clock, so I can be home and settled before eight."

"So if I was to cook Sunday lunch for three, you'll have plenty of time to eat before you go."

"Oh, there's no need. It's fine. I've loads in the fridge, and I'll be able to whisk something up later."

"No. I won't hear of it. It's the first time he's brought a girlfriend home, and I'd like us all to sit down for a proper meal. Even Brian's promised to join us, under pain of death."

Sophie gave Vicky a look that told her she be mortally wounded if she didn't stay for dinner that afternoon.

"Are you sure?"

"Positive. It'll be nice to have a family Sunday Roast for a change. Rather than seeing those two with trays on their laps watching TV."

"It's more comfortable."

"Hmm, as we have company, we'll sit at the table."

Sophie's glare gave witness to her resolve, and Alex wasn't about to argue with his mother.

"You'll need to make sure you get back for Vicky to warm up, change, and pack before dinner. So no breaking down."

"I never break down."

Sophie's eyes rose off her food to give him an incredulous stare. "Never?"

"A puncture doesn't count."

"So, no punctures either, then."

"We'll be back in good time."

Alex shrugged, slapping his hands by his sides in frustration.

"Where are you thinking of going?"

"Not too far. Down south, over the Mendips, maybe up Cheddar gorge and around, but not down onto the Somerset levels."

Sophie nodded in approval and smiled at Vicky. "It's sharp out there, mind. So make sure you dig him in the kidneys if you get cold and make him to stop somewhere. He's like his dad. They'd keep riding even if you're both blocks of ice."

"Ha ha, okay."

"At least you can't kick me under the table, on the bike."

Vicky gave him an innocent, 'who me?' look and laughed.

Sophie caught her drift and giggled. "Start as you mean to go on, girl. Keep the reins short."

"Mum, really?"

"Yes, really. You forget, I know you and your dad all too well."

Sophie smile sarcastically at him and returned to her food.

Alex finished his plate, got up, and tidied up, placing everything in the dishwasher. Vicky finished and sat back in her chair, allowing him to remove her plate to add to the load in the machine.

"Phew, that was perfect. I'm stuffed. I won't be able to eat anything for a week now."

Sophie smiled, reached across to pat her hand. "Don't worry. If needed, we'll pack you a doggy bag to take home. You two go and have a lovely ride."

Alex took his mother's empty plate to place in with the others, as Vicky got up and thanked his mum.

Vicky made to leave the kitchen as Alex called to her, "If you sort yourself out and meet me back down here, I'll get the bike out."

He grabbed some keys out of a bowl on the window cill and went outside to open the main garage door. After carefully removing the dust covers, he extracted his gleaming red motorcycle and parked it outside in the driveway. Even though he knew exactly what to expect, he checked the oil levels, the amount of petrol in the tank, and the tyre pressures.

Seeing a light layer of dust and smudge marks on the chrome exhausts and wheels, he delved into a bag of clean rags to select the softest to run over his machine. Lost in his examination of the machine, he failed to hear the kitchen door open.

He jumped as Vicky's arms wrapped around from behind and her head peeked onto his shoulder with a peck on his cheek. With her being so close, her perfume washed over him and diverted his attention.

"You'll freeze out here, in your T-shirt!" she whispered in his ear.

"Nah, it's not that cold in the sun. We ought to get going. I'll lock up, then put my gear on. Come on."

Vicky released her hold on him, stepping back to allow him to toss the rag into the garage and swing the main door down with a metallic slam. The pair returned to the house and Vicky remained in the kitchen chatting with Sophie as Alex dashed upstairs.

When he returned, wearing his leather jacket and scarf, he scooped up his helmet to put it on.

Vicky stood waiting for him, jacket on and a small handbag over her head and shoulder.

"Now, are you sure you don't need me to stay and help?" She asked, pulling her scarf up to cover her chin.

"No thanks. I've everything under control, but it's lovely of you to ask."

As Vicky reached for her helmet, Alex noticed a flash of anxiety run across her face. He then realised her previous question could be an attempt to avoid going for the ride. They both bid his mother goodbye and stepped out of the house. Once the door closed behind them, He grasped Vicky's hand and gently wheeled her around to ask.

"Hey, Vicks, you okay?"

"Yeah."

"Your eyes say different and your offer to stay back and peel potatoes also suggests otherwise."

"Ah..."

"Look, it's okay. If you don't want to ride, we can drive somewhere in my car for a walk and a coffee?"

Vicky leaned her head into Alex's, so their helmets touched and she looked into his eyes, so he could see the truth in them.

"Nooo, you wanted to go for a ride. The sun's out, you've polished your bike and done all that other stuff. It's just I've never been on the back of a motorcycle and Sarah scared me a little by going on about how dangerous they are."

"It's okay. I can go on my own and return early enough for us to do something together before dinner."

Vicky shook her head, and she squeezed Alex's hand.

"No, I want to. I'm just nervous."

"Okay, if you're sure? I'll be careful."

Vicky lifted her helmet away from Alex's and nodded, smiling.

"It's okay. I can always dig you in the ribs if you scare me."

She smiled and winked at him as she released him and pulled her gloves on.

"At least it will give my shins a rest."

Alex went over to his motorbike and strode across it. Vicky followed suit, tucking in tightly behind him, her hands expectantly on his waist, as he shook his head, laughing.

"Vicks, you'll have to wait until I've started it before getting on."

"Oh, how was I to know?" She giggled and stepped off to stand watching him.

After glancing at her, he reached beneath the petrol tank and began fiddling.

"Is it broken?"

Alex glared at her. "No, I'm tickling the carbs."

"Whaat?"

"Hmm, this bike's carb predates a real choke. So I have to tickle the carb into flooding it with petrol to act as a choke. It's a bit of an acquired skill."

Vicky nodded, pretending to understand the gobbledy gook he had just explained, and smiled. Satisfied he had tickled his bike enough, he sat back up, then flicked the kick start out with his foot and pressed down on it until he felt some resistance. He grinned at her as he stood up on the long pedal, putting his entire weight onto it and it swung through an arc, causing the engine to bark into life.