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Drew

By: Nefatiri



She looked around the bar and spotted her friends. Not being the bashful type, they were seated around the bar, harassing the bar tender. He'd known them since they were earning barely enough for food, let alone drinks. Two years later, they were all doing better and he now loved their tipping habits. It was probably why he always reserved seats for the bunch when he knew they were coming.

Squeezing past a couple of suspiciously smelling young guys, she grimaced as she fit herself into a space between Tylor and Peter. 

"Hey there!" Tylor almost shouted and Marci frowned at her before planting pecks on her cheeks. Peter did his best to hug her with what little space was left. Turning to the bar, she found Solo had already brought her drink over plus an extra one.

"Tequila from me." He smiled shyly and there was a whoop from her friends. It was no secret that while Solo the bar tender liked the girls in the group, he had a special fondness for Marci.

She smiled appreciatively and drowned it the way he'd recommended. Like a real Mexican, no lime, no salt, just straight up tequila. It burned down her throat and she literally felt it land in her stomach. Thank goodness she'd had all that pizza at lunch time. 

"Sit here." Pete said, getting off his stool and lifting her onto it. She hated bar stools but her friends loved it. Now that she was on this particular seat, she could say her hellos to the rest. Mila was showing signs of a mood swing, Natalie was her usual gorgeous self, already being chatted up by a group of what looked like three accountants for the government and Melanie was squinting at the bar, trying to decide her next shot.

"Can't we find other seats? I hate this stool stuff, my feet just hang off. It drains all my blood into my feet!" Marci complained to the rest as she took a huge swig of her beer. This elicited another glare from Natalie, Queen of everything Ladylike. Marci smiled at her and blew her kiss, throwing a questioning glance at the group as she did so.

"No way! We love having you at the bar. Solo serves us real quick and we get loads of free drinks thrown in as well." Natalie said taking an elegant sip of her brightly colored drink and smiling benignly at the nerds still vying for her attention.

"Yeah, what would he do with all the barman's tots if we didn't help?" whined Tylor. Like she needed anymore alcohol. By the looks of things, she was two seconds away from inducing hangovers just by fumes.

"Hey, be nice to Frodo!" Pete said with a laugh and led the way to a secluded corner of the bar. It had a couple of empty seats. Marci jumped off the bar stool and followed suit. Sitting herself in position she could not only see the bar, but the main entrance as well, she waited for the slow migration from the bar. Natalie was last to arrive, leaving a disappointed looking bunch of nerds behind.

"This is much better....we can totally cruise the bar right in our seats!" Tylor said plopping herself next to Marci. With Natalie, Pete and Mila finally settled in, they ordered a bottle of tequila. It was sent with a drink for Marci, again from Solo.

"You should let him touch your tits at the very least. I mean, the poor guy uses all his tips to buy you drinks.....pay up Marci!" Natalie said with an evil gleam and went off to the bathroom.

The conversation was like any other conversation they usually had while shooting tequilas like it was requisite accompaniment to the conventional drinks they had.

Marci looked around to see who was out this warm Friday. Malindi was alive, the tourist season just beginning and the school kids all home from the various countries they attended college in. Malindi was one of those summer home type towns. Tiny, inexhaustibly warm and with no particular rules as to when and where to party all week. It was fabulous.

"My, you have grown...." A drawl next to her ear. She jumped and spilled her beer on her top. Turning, she looked at the man talking to her. She could not for the life of her place him. He was handsome, granted. But then again, bar lighting was designed to fool both men and women into thinking people had really good skin tones.

"Uhm.....do I know you?" she asked, an irritated frown starting to form on her face as she felt the beer seep into her chest. No bra tonight, Natalie would absolutely chew her head off if she wore the strapless top with a bra. The rest of the group hadn't even paid her attention after they gave the drawling man a brief glance. The kind that would lead to a Spanish Inquisition the moment he left. 

"Oh...you make me bleed Marci. I was under the impression you had an immense crush on me." He laughed. Apparently he wasn't really whispering because her friends now turned their full attention on them. She wanted to do something. Maybe say something witty and walk off to the bathroom. Or deny knowing him and turn back to her rink like he was an apparition. She hated being hit on while her friends watched. They never let an awkward moment go, they had to make it absolutely embarrassing.

"Drew!" Natalie quipped as she came back from whoever it was she had gone. It was definitely not a bathroom break. Too long, Marci thought and made a mental note to ask her about that in the morning. If she remembered. The rate at which the tequila bottle was approaching "half empty" was not placing much confidence on short term memory cells.

Drew was a crush alright. Only, he never ever looked like this man talking to her.

"Hello Beautiful." He said and walked around to hug Natalie. It gave Marci time to study him and put her alcohol hazed brain to use. He looked good. Deliberately deceptive lighting or not. Tall, lean and crew cut hair. When he and Natalie were done with the kisses and hugs, Tylor did a whole gaping fish thing then threw herself into his arms as well. Clearly her friends liked him. Except Pete. And the memory flooded back in such a rush she chocked on her beer. More spill on her top. Darn!

Drew, the one she'd last seen about ten years ago, was tall, skinny, artsy haired and a certified geek. He'd never have drawled into her ear. And he'd never have had the amount of confidence the apparently new Drew was. She did have a crush on him, like eons ago. She had been into the introverted intellectuals then. That hadn't changed much though she was a little more flexible now. It was not absolutely necessary for one to discover a cure fro something before she went out with them anymore. She'd grown up somewhat she thought.

Drew shook hands with a less than enthusiastic Pete and then turned his attention to her. He smiled. Nothing, absolutely nothing, kills like a man who smiles at you like he is genuinely and appreciatively pleased to see you. Drew's smile was both and more. She saw what Mila liked to call "the glint in the milkman's eye". Blame the tequila, she smiled, somewhat smugly.

The last time this man had seen her, she'd been a very young – and little – girl to say the least. She was all of 16, self absorbed and certain of her intellectual ability. This is why she had thought he would fall for her like a ton of bricks. At the time, she hadn't known he had a good number of years on her. Even when she did find out that he was 25, she was certain he'd look past her (teen) age and the law as well. She was after all, a rare thing to find – smart, decidedly "hot" and witty. What more could any man want?

An age mate. He told her as much. Advised her to try dating her age mates (as if! They were so shallow!) and dated her neighbor. Not a good choice Marci had thought at the time. She was right. Next Door Neighbor broke his heart apparently and she never did see him after that. He'd gone to college and that was as much as she knew about that story. In time, she'd forgotten him or at least put him way back on the burner. Now he was here, and by the looks of it, demanding attention. Nice! Sweet even!

"Hey Drew. You look different." She said quietly as Pete moved up so that he could sit next to her. Natalie was gone again and Mila was still trying to decided if she should completely PMS or try to have some fun. Quiet night for her Marci guessed.

"You smell great." He whispered to her, planting a kiss on her bare shoulder. She shivered. Glancing at the beer he'd placed on the table, she was sure it was the contact of his cold lips rather than anything else innate. 

"Thanks." She said with a small smile and drank some water. She wanted her wits about her. She had beef with this man, no better time to make him feel sorry fro not picking her. Or at least waiting for her to get legal.

"You're still mad at me for not going out with you?" he asked as he took some of his beer. She was startled at how accurately he'd read her thoughts. She frowned at him.

"It's been ten years dude, I got over it." She answered defensively.

"Really?" he asked quirking an eyebrow.

"Yes, really." She said big eyes and all.

"You're going to have to prove that." He said with a challenging smile. Pete and Tylor left for the floor on the other side of the pub, the noisy side. Mila decided to go home. On any other day, Marci would have tried to coax her into at the very least getting drunk. Today, she was more interested in Drew seeing how much he'd lost out on by not picking her. Yes, ten years ago. Very petty, very childish but everyone has their cheap thrills.

"Prove what? That I am over you rejecting me?" she asked, giving him a smile of her own.

"That or that your crush on me is absolutely over."

She chuckled. He smiled. Games, games, games. 

"Come on." He said standing up. She looked at him in question, not bulging an inch.

"Relax; just want you to see Brian. He's been looking forward to seeing you and he's on the other side."

Of course Marci stood. Brian was her best friend from childhood. He was also Drew's younger brother. She loved Brian. He'd become some wildlife something or other so she'd barely seen for about a year and a half even though facebook had become a godsend for their friendship. She jumped up and followed Drew, forgetting about all the drinks on the table.

He led her to the back of the room, into the VIP room. There was a small group of guys enjoying a lap dance. She looked wistfully at the pole and continued to follow Drew. She'd always wanted to pole dance. Another cheap thrill.

"I think he's left, let me ask his friends." Drew said walking over to one of the tables while Marci watched the girl work the pole. She was a good dancer. She made Marci almost feel horny. Shaking herself, she decided it was the tequila and made a second mental note to drink a gallon of water the moment they got back.

"He's at the back." Drew said next to her ear. It made her start and she realized he must have been there for a bit, watching her watch the pole dancer chick. If she was lighter, she would have been absolute beetroot by now.

"At the back" meant Brian was having is herbal treatment. Marci laughed and followed Drew back there. It was empty. No sign of Brian or anyone.

"Seems they left. The boys said they were in the other Brian's car. Must have gone cruising. Still smoke?" Drew asked her. Brian must have told him because at the time she knew Drew, she had presented nothing but an angelic façade to him.

"Sometimes. Not so much anymore." She shrugged. Her eyes popped out of their sockets as Drew lit up a joint and took a deep drag.

"You smoke?!" she asked, her voice taking an embarrassingly high pitch. She cleared her throat as he nodded the affirmative and handed it to her. She shook her head. Weed, tequila, beer.....that was definitely going due south. He inhaled deeply and walked closer to her. Taking her chin, he made to kiss her and fed her aromatic smoke. She inhaled, almost gratefully.

"Nice?" he asked as she closed her eyes to let in sink in somewhat.

"Uh huh." she said opening her eyes in time to see him come close to her again. Thinking he was going to give her another smoke, she was thrown off when he kissed her deeply instead. Deeply and thoroughly. He kissed like a dream. Ok, perhaps not a dream, the word had such teenage connotations. He kissed like a man should. Firm yet gentle and the kiss still held a question. Like he wanted her permission for more.

Wrapping her arms around his neck instinctively, she felt his chest against her. Warm, hard and absolutely touchable. Men should really wear easier access clothes she thought as he pulled her closer and kissed her harder.

"I want to fuck you, badly. I've been wanting to put my dick inside you since you were illegal." He muttered with a small laugh.

Pinning her against the nearest wall, he finally took some time off so that they could both breath.

"Ten fucking years, hoping that this would be how you'd greet me when you saw me." He whispered as he brushed his lips along her jaw line. She shivered. This time, she was sure it had nothing to do with cold lips. 

"Mmmm..." was all she could say as two things happened at once. Her heart was jolting at the revelation that he'd wanted her that long. Also his hands had found their way into her top. It was pure lightening.

"At 16 you were quite the girl, all short skirts and barely there tops. At 26, you are all shorts skirts and dynamite." He whispered as he pinched at her nipples. She sucked in a breath and moved closer to him, if that was actually possible.

"Drew , Drew, Drew......" she muttered more to herself than to him as he nipped at her neck, sending electric rivulets of feeling to the pit of her stomach and making her legs weaken in the process. He held her up to him and resumed ravishing her mouth. All those teenage fantasies flooded her mind as he slowly inched his hands up her short skirt and groaned as he found no knickers. And a very wet reception. She wriggled, trying to help his searching fingers get there faster. He wouldn't follow her lead. He chuckled and bit lightly on her neck once again.

Pushing her hands up his shirt, she felt his hard chest. It was just about rippling. Drew had definitely buffed up over the years. She'd ask him about that later. He hissed as he took in breath when she started unbuckling his belt. She was little clumsy with it. When she succeeded and got one of her tiny hands into his boxers, he made a sound that could have been a mixture of a growl and a groan. He was hard. Marci took her time getting acquainted with is cock. She was finally getting to feel his goods, she thought to herself with a smug smile. Good things come to those who wait! He pulled out of her reach sooner than she liked.

"Open your legs Marci." He ordered and she hesitated slightly before obeying. Looking intensely at her, he then unzipped his pants and lifted her onto him. She was wet, yes, but nothing had really prepared her for the sensation of him sliding his thick hard cock into her pussy in one quick thrust.

It took her breath away. Both figuratively and literally. No wonder the man has left her alone at 16, she'd probably have split her virgin self then. She winced at the sweet pain and opened her eyes to look at him. He was staring at her, again. Something in his eyes. It was almost pain, but in the fishy lighting at the back of the club, she couldn't be so sure.

"You like that?" he asked, thrusting particularly hard into her. The hard wall behind her was digging into her back but she figured she'd think about the bruises later. Now, this was so so much more enjoyable.

She nodded in answer to his question.

"I want to hear you say it." He whispered into her ear as he lightened the thrusts of his cock and reached under once again to flick a finger over her clit. Hearing her moan, he chuckled and rested his mouth on her neck, biting it gently and then not-so-gently. She gasped and clutched at his shoulders, still clothed.

"Yes, I like it." She managed to say between breaths as the full girth of his cock completely filled her in another one of those powerful thrusts. It was bliss. 

When her orgasm overtook her, she was once again, caught off guard. She hadn't been watching for it, nor had she felt it build up. It just came awash over her in a flood of liquid heat. All her nerve endings seemed to almost jump out of her skin in the intensity. She could feel her pussy convulsing around his cock, and his cock reacting to being teased by the pulsations. She rode the orgasm, her finger nails biting through his shirt.

"That feels so good Marci, feeling your pussy all wet, the slick sliding in there." He murmured as she slowly came back to earth.

"Fuck Drew!" she breathed into his neck.

He drew back and looked at her with a smile. Placing her down, she thought he was done. 

She was wrong. 

He turned her around and she instinctively put her hands on the wall to steady herself. Drew, who was beginning to be a master of surprising her, pushed his still hard cock into her from behind. He groaned, withdrew a little and stayed still. She could feel his cock right at the entrance of her cunt; it made her muscles jerk in anticipation. He pushed his cock a little further into her wet pussy, just the head though. It was a perfect mushroom shape and made her quiver. She moved back in impatience, wanting him to fuck her again. He held her butt to keep her still. Then, with an infinite precision and slowness, he let her have his cock. She let out a long held breath, she wanted to move but he was still holding her butt to keep her still. Picking up the pace, Drew moved back slightly, taking her with him. This forced her to bend further and his cock was deeper inside her. 

Grabbing her ass a little harder, he started to really fuck her. It felt awesome. His hands were large and felt great as the gripped her butt tightly as he thrust his dick deeper into her pussy. She could feel her juices leaking down her legs. The slurping sounds his cock and her pussy made turned her on incredibly as well. 

"Fuck, stop that.....I want this to last just a little longer Marci." He ground out as she moved in rhythm with him. She wanted more, just more. She didn't stop moving though and he thrust so deeply into her she felt the twinge of pain in the lower pit of her stomach.

"I can make you cum again.....relax." She answered, turning her head to catch a glimpse of his face, contorted and teeth grinding. She gave him her most seductive smile and squeezed his dick with her cunt muscles as he pulled out. An intense look later, Drew was pounding her like a teenage boy. 

"This is not over Marci." He ground out as he thrust in an erratic manner. Marci felt his cock swell up inside her. She actually felt him shoot his load into her. No sound from him though, only a firmer grip on her butt.

Exhausted as she picked herself together, she caught him looking at her, a small smile making him look so darn handsome. He also looked like the cat that had gotten the cream. 

"You know, I have a boyfriend, right?" she told him, the harshness of reality beginning to seep in. It wasn't the most pleasant feeling, not after such fantastic sex.

"Are you are staying?" he asked and she knew exactly what he was asking. He wasn't talking about the bar.

"I can't just wake up one morning and break up with him...."she said, her vice trailing off.

"If you don't, I'll do it for you Marci. You and I, well, let's just leave it at that, you and I." he told her, casting her dark look and pulling her into his arms. She closed her eyes against him and thought of Nathan, her on and off boyfriend. Currently they were on. He said he loved her. He also loved his big brother Drew. 

Drew Ch. 02



"Hey Babes, didn't see you the other night at Barcode. Did you come in?" a very sleepy Marci heard a voice ask her. Turning in bed, she opened her eyes a fraction and looked up at her boyfriend. He was gorgeous. Looking very fresh and looking ready for a day of doing absolutely nothing. Well, nothing very productive anyway.

"I came, hang out with my pals for a bit then left after about an hour or so." She croaked. Smoking was definitely not a good thing she thought to herself as she sat up and pushed her hair out of her face. Nathan sat down on the edge of the bed and planted a warm kiss on her lips.

"You look great...almost as great as when we've just had sex." He said watching her light a cigarette. She offered him one and he declined. Dragging in deeply, she shook off the last vestiges of the intensely erotic dream she'd been having about Drew. This whole business was probably not going to end well at all. Such situations rarely did.

"I ran into Drew as well. Missed Brian though." She supplied when the silence was threatening to make her blurt out the transgressions of nights gone. Since her encounter with Drew at the bar, she had been under radar. She didn't know how he would react to knowing she was Nathan's girlfriend. Deep inside, she knew his reaction was bound to be more dramatic than Nathan's when he found out about her and his brother. A big brother he loved absolutely, adored even. Sighing, she inhaled deeply again and blew out slowly.

"You seem rather preoccupied for someone who's just woken up. Bad dream?" Nathan asked still looking at her intently.

"Not bad per se, just disturbing. You know how they say your dreams talk to you. I'm just wondering what mine was saying to me."

"Hopefully it was saying that you're spending today with me and the guys. I know you don't really like my friends but they adore you. And since you asked for small doses, it's been about a month since you last hang out with us." He said with a smirk. She laughed softly. True, Nathan's friends were like the Brat Pack. They were heirs with too much money and too little time. They scared her most of the time with their cavalier attitudes though deep inside she knew she was slightly intimidated by the blatant wealth they displayed. Today was not a good day to spend time with them; she'd get agitated and then take it out on Nathan. That didn't seem fair.

"Sweetie, I have plans. You should have told me yesterday." She chided softly, running a hand along his muscular arm. He seemed disappointed.

"How about I tag along with you?" he asked, pouting prettily. She melted. There was a reason they were together. Nathan got to her inner goody-goody side. She appreciated that. Growing up had made her a little more cynical than she liked and he tempered that cynicism very well with his otherwise more positive personality.

"I'll do one better. I'll cancel my plans and hang out with you guys. I've missed our local Rockefellers. I could use a day with the Rich and Famous!" she said jumping out of the bed. 

"Nice!" he said appreciatively as she pranced around looking for her towel. She found it next to her dressing table and gifted Nathan one of her brilliant sun shiny smiles. They hadn't had sex for about a week and she knew exactly where his head was at the moment. She typically slept in knickers and a vest. She couldn't handle sex with him right now. 

"Get your mind out of the gutter Nathan!" she giggled when he threw her another one of his smouldering looks.

"I've missed you. We're neighbours and I still have to show up at...."he glanced at his wrist watch," 7 fucking am if I want to catch you!" he complained walking towards her.

Relax, kiss him. Don't get all "weirded" out, she told herself as he enveloped her in his arms. She'd always liked his arms. Nathan was the biggest of the boys in the family. He was certainly the tallest at 6"3". Brown eyes, hair as dark as the night and magazine-cover-muscular. He was a catch alright. So why was she dreaming about the more reclusive and suspiciously antisocial Drew? She thought she'd outgrown that particular penchant. Perhaps not as much as she had thought.

Turning her attention back to her boyfriend, she kissed him back just as passionately as he was kissing her. She couldn't help but compare the brothers' kisses. They were different. She wasn't going to go into that right now. Instead, she pulled back slowly and asked him where they were going for the day.

"Kilifi. Hit the beach. The boat's there so we'll drive down. I think Brian took his pals there last night." He said with a snigger as he watched her walk into the bathroom.

"I'm coming in there Marci. I've really missed you." He said simultaneously stripping. There was no logical reason for her to refuse him. Smiling widely, she stripped herself and held the door for him. 

"God you look hot!" be breathed into her ear as he pushed her into the bathroom. Malindi was way too hot for hot showers but with Nathan, she knew it wasn't a shower he was after. Shower turned on, they were making out under the warm jets a few minutes later. No actual showering had taken place as of yet. 

"I love my girlfriend." He told her as he turned her around to face away from him. She opened her eyes with a start but she wasn't quick enough to catch his facial expression. He continued to touch her from behind, running his hands all over her front, as well as her back.

"Plus, I've missed you so much Marci." he whispered again, biting her earlobe. Turning her around again, he gripped her arms and lifted her. His strength was one of those things that really turned her on about him. On a purely shallow level based on nothing but primal instinct. She always felt protected when he was around. Where was he when she needed to be protected from Drew's deadly charm? She couldn't blame him when he was holding her so well though. She sighed into him and relaxed her body completely. 

The lift had succeeded in placing her now wet pussy right at the tip of his already hard dick. 

Lowering her slowly, he stopped for a bit, making her open her eyes.

"Yeah, open your eyes babe. I need to see you." he urged in a not-so-casual tone.

Sinking onto his dick was sweet pleasure. She had almost forgotten how good Nathan was at this. Holding her up by her hips, he braced her against the now warm bathroom wall and wrapped her legs around his waist. He then began to thrust properly.

It was slow, slick and great; she thought as he pushed his cock in deeper and nibbled her nipples in turn. He didn't pick up the pace even when she wriggled and tried to set in herself.

"Patience Marci, I need to enjoy this." he told her quietly and she looked at him. Really looked at him. There was a funny tone to his voice. I will not be paranoid; she told herself firmly. She tightened her arms around his neck and kissed him thoroughly. 

"Sorry....."He said pulling out and going under the shower for a second. 

A very paranoid Marci was calmed herself down when he took her hand and led her out of the bathroom onto the bed.

"I'm too horny for a bathroom fuck babes, needed you in bed." he explained as he delved between her legs and lapped immediately at her clit.

"Ah..!" Tore from her throat as she gasped at the contact. 

She'd expected him to tease her a little but clearly he wasn't in a teasing mood. He was going for the kill, no games. He knew what this did to her.

He licked her clit, sucked it and intermittently nibbled gently on it. His other hand was doing amazing things further down. Just one finger, cocked upwards and causing her body to go into frenzy. He was still not in hurry and Marci was writhing in impatience on the bed with an impending orgasm. 

"I love how you react to me Marci. You like that?" he almost growled as he flicked her clit faster and his finger found the rough pad inside her pussy. 

She let out a long breath, or was it a groan? She wasn't sure but it felt like a thousand small needles were causing her every nerve end sweet pain. She needed to cum but Nathan was intent on drawing it out.

When she thought she'd have to smack him on the head, he rose from between her legs and knelt over her. She knew this drill. He loved her to wet his cock for him before he entered her. 

Only this time he let her suck him longer than usual. Rocking his hips gently, he watched her as she laved his cock with oral attention. She took in the cock with her eyes then her mouth, trying to guess how long it actually was. Her measurement estimates were usually completely off. Six maybe seven inches of thick cock. She wasn't sure. One thing was clear though; she liked it. Cupping his balls lightly, she ran her tongue along the length and girth of his dick. It was hard and soft at the same time. She was getting herself wetter if it was possible. Reaching between her legs, she rubbed her clit as she sucked him.

"I don't want you cumming without me. I like making you cum." He told her and slid down her body. 

Inching her legs over his shoulders, he put just the head inside ever so slowly. She tried to move so as to accommodate more of him but he wouldn't indulge her. He teased her pussy with the head of his cock until she once again thought of hitting him into action.

"Look at me Marci." he commanded and she did. He was looking at her intensely, taking in her expressions. When her eyes were fixed on him, he then delved deep.

"Fuck Nathan!" she moaned out as the orgasm finally washed over her. Her pussy contracted around his thick cock and she felt him pick up his pace. Deep. Long strokes. Not quite fast yet. 

"Yes Marci?" he asked through his teeth as he continued to thrust into her at medium pace. Taking him by surprise, she managed to put her legs down and around his waist. She knew it got him.

And it did. 

Careful, slow sex was immediately transformed into frenetic sweaty sex. Nathan pounded into her with a purposefulness that would in time rouse her paranoia. At the moment however, she was too busy enjoying the sensations. The friction on her clit and the thick dick inside her once again made her cum.

He was also cumming. It was very "Mills and Boon". She almost giggled but managed to hold it in. On most other occasions, the two of them were comfortable enough to crack jokes in bed but it didn't seem like the right day to infuse the humor into sex.

"Wow...."she whispered when his breathing quietened down and he was propped on his elbows, watching her once again.

"So, what time is the boat thingy?" she asked, lighting two cigarettes and giving him one. He slid off her and took it. A long drag later, he answered.

"They are actually waiting in the car outside." He said easily and laughed at her shocked expression. They'd been having sex as his friends waited outside? What the fuck?! He was spared her outrage by his ringing phone. Finding it in the pocket of his earlier discarded shorts; he picked it up and placed a kiss on her lips before he answered.

"Hey Drew. What's up?"

Marci froze. Then unfroze when she realized what she was doing. Then froze again when Nathan turned to look at her with narrowed eyes. Was Drew telling him about the other night? She had to wonder a few more seconds.

"Yes big bro, I'm at my girlfriend's place. And no, I'm not smoking!" he chuckled into the phone and shot her an endearing look. Drew said something else that made Nathan laugh out loud. Marci nerves were on end. She didn't know the new Drew well enough to know what he was capable of. Maybe ten years had turned him into a total he-bitch. Or a saint. Ok, not a saint but maybe a tainted one, she thought to herself as images of them at the back of the bar flashed in her mind.

"Not really, we're going to Kilifi. Wanna come with? I'm picking Marci up. You must in fact join us. I won't have you mopping around the house or Mom telling me off for not "bonding" with you." He said into the phone and touched her cheek lightly. Leaning over as he listened to his big brother, he placed a kiss on her nipples and she involuntarily shuddered. He smiled warmly at her. She gave him a wane smile of her own and continued to smoke her cigarette.

"Yeah, she's not so "anti-sun" anymore." he laughed into the phone making her stick out her tongue at him. She wasn't a big sun lover. She liked the shade in the sun. No special or deep reasons for it either. 

"We'll come get you in say fifteen. Marci's just woken up. Has to shower. I'll hurry her up." He rang off with a chuckle.

"Drew huh?" she said in what she hopped was a flippant voice.

"Yeah," he answered lazily stumping out his cigarette on the bedside ashtray, "he's coming with us. You guys can catch up some more on the way. I know how much you got along back then. Did you get over your crush on him?" he asked

Marci once again thanked the gods, whoever they were, for making her dark skinned. She'd have blanched at the question. As it were, she took in a puff of the cigarette and used the time to compose herself a little.

"I was a teenager. I've grown up since Nate."

"Good. I'd hate to fight him for you." He answered giving her serious look and kissing her hard as he ushered her into the bathroom. 

"Violence is not the answer." She sang out to him as she entered the bathroom. 

Before she got in however, her phone also rang. She grabbed a towel and went to answer it. If it was her parents, she might as well tell them she wasn't going to make it for late lunch with them. It wasn't either of her parents.

"Hey Gorgeous......reassuring Nate?" Drew drawled down the line. For the umpteenth time that morning, her nerves were once again raw and on edge.

"Uhm....hi, how are you doing?" she asked casting a glance at Nathan who was leaning against the bathroom door, naked and waiting for her. She smiled apologetically at him.

"Ecstatic, what do you think?" he hissed down the line.

"You sound pissed." She said needlessly still looking at Nathan who was gesturing to inquire who it was.

"Mila" she told him forgetting to place her hand on the mouth piece. Satisfied, Nathan went into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

"Marci, Marci, Marci, what a tangled web.......see you in bit. This should be an extremely interesting day out. I'm so glad I took time off!" he said and rang off.

Marci replaced the phone and walked into the bathroom. Nathan had the hot water on but what she needed was a huge splash of preferably ice cold water.



Drew Ch. 03



"I'll drive!" Marci told the group waiting downstairs as she took the keys from Nathan. He was used to her driving his car when they were together. In fact, he preferred it. She was also avoiding the remote possibility of ending up seated between the brothers. She'd have to literally sublime if that happened. Nathan gave her the key and walked to the passenger side of the car. Someone was already there but simply jumped back.

"Hello beautiful people, how goes summer?" she asked generally as she started the powerful sounding four wheel drive. She liked driving it, it made other drivers scared of her.

"Hey Marci." Tony or David the Third mumbled. She never got his name straight. The only part she was sure about was that he was the third person to be named that in his family. And to think, over a billion names to choose from. Go figure.

"Hey yourself, you look injured! Stella, Beatrice and guy asleep." Marci said quickly looking at the people in the back seat. The car moved well. It was a very short ride to Nathan's place. Drew was actually waiting outside the gate when they got there.

Marci's heart was two seconds away from bursting out of her chest cavity. No exaggeration. There was dangerousness about the new Drew she wasn't entirely comfortable with. He seemed the type to call bluffs, plough on pretending not to notice awkward moments and worse, he was terribly honest. There was no way he was going to let the incident from the other day slip. She just knew it.

"Hey Guys!" he said in a cheerful tone as he walked around to her side of the car. Marci's heart was beating to some grunge rock inside her. She fixed a warm smile on her face and turned to greet him. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Nathan getting out of the car. Maybe he was coming out to slag both of them.

It was much worse though. He slipped into the back seat and left the front empty for his big brother. She'd have preferred the slagging. Drew touched her cheek briefly in greeting then rounded the bonnet into the passenger seat. Marci sighed deeply eliciting an eyebrow from Nathan who she could see in the rear view mirror.

It was going to be a long long ride.

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"Do you want to drive!?" she snapped at Drew twenty minutes later. He was the co driver from hell. Granted Marci wasn't exactly ever going to ace Formula 1 but she could at the very least cause the car to move in the intended direction. He pointed, told her to slow down and just generally nagged until finally she contemplated running all of into a tree.

"No, you keep at it." He answered ignoring her harsh challenging tone. He actually smiled at her. 

"Relax Marci, he does that to all of us." Nathan put in from the back. He'd been listening to the two of them, waiting for her burst up. She was very easily baited when it came to driving.

"I am not "all of you" so can you tell him to stop." She replied. Staring hard at the road, her hands tightly gripping the steering wheel, she exhaled deeply. It was hot and humid, her emotions were a mess and she highly suspected a hangover was about to rear its ugly head. Half a bottle of wine from the night before was proving to be a really bad idea.

"I'm right here Marci." Drew protested at the remark

"I really wish you weren't." she again snapped. He chuckled. She lost it. Pulling suddenly onto the side of the road, she glared at him, and then glared at Nathan who looked perilously close to apoplexy. He was suppressing laugher.

"You drive. Nathan, get in front with Lewis Hamilton here. I'm going to quietly fume behind there." She said getting out of the driver's seat. The two men were looking at her like she was speaking twit. She probably was but she didn't really care.

Nathan refused to get into the front so Stella jumped forward instead. Sliding into the backseat between Nathan and Beatrice, she spared the guy in the boot having a nap. He was lucky; he was missing all the turmoil.

"You ok babes?" Nathan asked in concern when she leaned back and sighed yet again.

"I'll be fine. Brian will cheer me up." she told him. He didn't look convinced. She placed what she hoped was a reassuring kiss on his lips. He made it longer than she had intended but she appreciated the concern nonetheless. Leaning back into the seat after the brief but sweet kiss, her eyes collided very accidentally with Drew's in the rear view mirror. They were unreadable and yet she felt a slight chill run down her back. She smiled at him and tried to take a nap. Or pretended to try and take a nap in Nathan's arms.

"We're almost there." Drew called out to the back seat fifteen minutes later. His driving was heart stopping. Literally. Even the guy who had been asleep in the boot had woken up. The kind of driving that inspires silence. Traumatized silence. He turned into a driveway and drove down to their beach house. 

Brian was at the door before they were all out of the car. He rushed to hug her and she loved it. He was her best friend.

Before he went to say hi to the rest of the gang, he pulled her close to whisper in her ear.

"I thought you were done messing with Drew." 

Mouth gaping like a fish, she watched in not-so-well hidden terror as he exchanged greetings with the rest of the group. He hugged his brothers, was courteous to the two girls and worried about the still very sleepy guy. Marci made a mental note to ask about that, she had to stop referring to the guy as the "sleepy guy". He must have some sort of name.

After everyone had changed into swim suits and such, they all headed out to the beach front. It was a great day for the beach Marci acknowledged. She'd been trying to get Brian into a conversation for the last half hour. He was either avoiding her or maybe he was just preoccupied with his guests. The two girls certainly had his full attention Marci thought with a pout.

"Hey, let's go bond!" Brian said to her a few minutes later and she smiled uneasily at him. Drew was seated opposite her. He eyed both of them questioningly as she took Brian's proffered hand followed him down to the shore.

"So, is it going to be Nate or Drew?" Brian asked in his usual to-the-point manner.

"At this rate I am thinking neither. What was that about earlier? Me messing with Drew?" she asked not really wanting to know the answer because she suspected she wouldn't like it much.

"Come on Marci, I'm not that stupid and I'm the one who had to put up with both your fantasies." Brian replied easily.

"Both our fantasies? Drew had fantasies about me?" she asked with a slight smile. The smile was quickly wiped off her face when Brian shot her a warning glance. 

"Yes, I have no desire to play agony aunt to both of you all over again. I do have to tell you that if you mess up my brothers, it'll be really hard and awkward for me. I really don't want that." he said. 

She heard the warning in his voice. She nodded quietly and they walked back to the group.

"Goodnight people. I am exhausted from all that sun." Marci told the sleepy group in the car as they dropped her off at her gate. 

"I need to talk to you briefly about some legal stuff. Can you stay up say five minutes?" Drew asked as he also got out of the car and sent her a challenging look. He had no legal issues of that she was sure. 

"Tomorrow morning?" she asked hopefully.

"It won't take more than five minutes. Hey Nate, Brian, I'll see you guys later. Going to see Uncle John for a chat." He told his brothers. None of them looked like they believed him. 

There was however no way of saying this without making it a completely awkward situation. Marci opened her house door, showed Drew in and inhaled deeply before going through herself. Drew was already seated when she reached him.

"Make yourself comfortable won't you?' she told him and poured herself a tall drink from the other end of the room.

He chuckled and asked oh-so-innocently," Are you still mad at me about the driving?"

"Should I be?" she asked him expressionlessly.

"So, when did you acquire this sarcastic smart mouth personality?" he asked as he laughed at his own wittiness. She wanted to laugh as well but it wouldn't help her cold war cause so she held it in check.

"I thought I'd apologize for making you mad earlier." He told her when it was clear she wasn't going to help conversation wise.

"I thought you had a legal problem." 

"Please!" he dismissed and moved right along, "I thought I'd apologize. I hate seeing you so genuinely mad. It used to kill me when you were younger. Of course you seemed defenseless then. Right now I'm sure your mouth is all the defense any country would need in time of war."

"Didn't anyone teach how to apologize? You don't throw insults into an apology. It makes it seem like a double edged sword or more accurately, the polite alternative to a genuine insult."

"Semantics." He shrugged and stood up to walk towards her. She stood her ground. Even as he walked closer, she still held her ground. 

"I'm sorry I was a co-driver from hell." He told her slowly as he kissed her gently.

"I'm sorry I drove so badly."

"I'm sorry you seem to fear me so much."

"I'm sorry I make you so uneasy."

"I'm sorry I'm complicating your life."

"Most of all, I'm sorry I didn't come back sooner."

These were all punctuated by kisses. On her neck, on her lips, her forehead and her collar bones. He slipped her out of her clothes without a protest from her.

"I have been dying to do this all day." She surprised him by saying. Taking his shirt off him, she ran her fingers across his chest. The last time they had sex she hadn't gotten to touch him as much as she wanted. 

This time, she reasoned, if she was going to die of guilt, she might as well have a solid reason for doing so. He chuckled and twitched as she played gently with his nipples. His chest muscles moved as well and she was fascinated. Kissing him all over, she got to her knees to unzip him. 

"Come here." He told her as he helped her up and finished undressing himself in record speed. 

"You should be arrested young lady." He told her with a chuckle as he pushed her up against the wall.

"Me?" she asked innocently, batting her eyelashes at him even as she pushed her naked body against his and squirmed invitingly.

"Yes you! You make me think the most unbelievable things. And at the most inappropriate of times. You kissing Nathan in the car just near killed me. It should explain the erratic driving. I didn't want it happening again."

"Drew.....don't go there." She warned lightly but he was wise enough to know when not to push it.

Drew's touch became insistent as he pushed up against her, almost flattening her into the wall. He pressed his erection teasingly against her. She growled and his laugh was self-satisfied. Smug bastard.

"You want me just as badly as I want you." Drew whispered.

She closed her eyes, gasping for breath.

"Yes I do Drew. Stop with the torture or do you need help?" She told him eliciting another smug chuckle from him. He slipped his fingers into her pussy and found it wet and wanting. She moved against his fingers as he played most deliciously with her pussy. His fingers were strong as they slipped into her moist warmth.

"I could cum now Marci," he rasped into her ear.

"Then slide in and cum!" she insisted.

"That is something that I can absolutely do." He told her and placing his hard dick at the entrance of her cunt he slid in slowly but oh-so-surely. She inhaled deep as he stilled inside her. He kissed her neck, biting on a particular sensitive spot. She literally shook at his onslaught. She felt the tingles rise from her toes, spread through her pussy, course their way up her breasts and finally settle in her head with a bang. She couldn't stay up and he had to support her.

"You have to learn how to use a bed." She chided him teasingly as the orgasm washed through her while he watched her closely. He then put her on the floor and thrust inside her hard. She gasped for air.

"Gentle Drew, you're huge!"

"Sorry!" he said and thrust in even harder making her cry out.

"I love to hear you cry out for me." He told with a quick kiss then braced himself on either side of her and this time he thrust in shallow or fast. Her second orgasm couldn't wait for him either. She heard herself moan out his name loudly much to his obvious delight.

"Good God Marci.....do you know what that does to me?!" he exclaimed as he forgot his earlier gentleness and plunged deep into her.

"I have an idea." She managed to get out. He wasn't really listening anyway. He was practically growling as he came inside her. His cumming was punctuated by a couple of hard, long but very precise thrusts into her pussy. She felt the after orgasm threaten to become another orgasm. It did by the time he was done.

"You have to tell Nathan." He told her. She opened her mouth to protest on two levels. It was hardly the thing to say after mind blowing sex and second, she certainly wasn't going to tell her boyfriend she'd slept with his brother not once but twice.

"You are going to tell Nathan tomorrow. Sleep." He told her and walked off into the bathroom.



Drew Ch. 04



Marci walked slowly through the crowd. She was staring at Nathan as he talked to a group of his father's friends. In the spirit of summer, they were throwing yet another party. She hadn't really wanted to attend this one but she'd been given no choice on the matter. Inhaling deeply, she slowed down even further and took in the rest of the room.

"Keep walking Marci." said a whisper in her right ear. It made her shiver involuntarily. She had almost forgotten the man behind her. She turned slightly to look at him and he smiled rather sweetly. She wasn't minutely fooled.

"I could do this for you but it's always better from the horses mouth I think." he added with a gleam in his eyes she couldn't quite place.

She had been right, Drew had changed. He was definitely a person to be wary about. At least as far as Marci was concerned. She turned back and picked up her pace as she waked towards Nathan. It should be noted that the only reason she picked up her pace was because Drew was about to meld into her back. Panic rose and she strode purposefully towards Nathan.

He saw her approaching and looked over her shoulder to Drew with a raised eyebrow. No one is that dumb Marci thought to herself as she arranged her face into a suitable mask and greeted the old men with Nathan. They were polite and charming and she actually managed to wedge herself between them for a little chat.

"You must come out with us next time we go. I'll ask Nate for your number." The one called John told her. He was referring to a trip to the shooting range. Marci had always had a fascination for guns and shooting. If she was American, she'd be a very outspoken supporter of the NRA. She nodded and smiled at the lot. Nathan was watching her quietly. As was Drew on the other side of her. She felt very much trapped and she also felt horrible thinking of the impending conversation with Nathan.

"Nathan, come talk to me for a bit." She told him and took his hand. He was smart, his face showed sign of discomfort. Or was it sad resignation to a doomed relationship? Paranoia Marci, stop it, she told herself then reminded herself that he was going to be pissed or hurt or both anyhow so her paranoia was justified!

They walked outside and Marci looked furtively over her shoulder to make sure Drew wasn't following. She wouldn't put it past him to make this as uncomfortable as he could.

"I told you I didn't want to fight Drew for you Marci." Nathan said quietly. They'd found a spot on one of the garden tables outside. It was another award winning warm night in Malindi and it smelled of jasmine all over. On another night, it would have been heavenly. Tonight it felt clammy and stifling.

Marci widened her eyes and looked at Nathan intently. He was seated back, regarding her with slightly hooded eyes.

"I don't want you to fight him especially not for me Nathan." She said slowly, trying to find something suitably "new age philosophy" to tell him. She couldn't come up with a suitably intelligent or plausible reason for that piece of information so she trailed off. They looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity.

"So what happened that night at Barcode?" he asked leaning forward and fixing her with another intent gaze.

She leaned back into her chair in reflex and saw his face twitch slightly. She swallowed uncomfortably. Her throat was really dry. She looked at a nearby tap and resisted the urge to drink water from the garden hose. Nathan handed her his drink. She smiled in thanks and took a large gulp. She regretted it immediately.

Nathan drank his whisky like she drank her vodka, neat. It burnt her parched throat further and she sputtered ungraciously under Nathan's amused gaze.

"Nate, I told you I was coming back for her." A voice said behind her and her sputtering immediately ceased. For a moment she thought she was going to pass out. Unfortunately for her, she did not have "passing out suddenly" genes. How she wished she had the weak constitution of the Victorian ladies. A faint would have come in handy about now.

Drew walked into view and Nathan leaned back as they regarded each other silently. Marci was looking at both of them wondering which direction this was headed. Another one of those situations you just know cannot be salvaged in any way whatsoever.

"You told him what?" Marci asked Drew as he sat with them. She considered handing Nathan back his drink then changed her mind. Unladylike sputtering or not, this was the most uncomfortable setting ever. She needed some Dutch courage. How does one properly hold their head up when they are seated with two brothers they've slept with? One of whom is her boyfriend. 

"Before I joined the foreign legion I told him I was going to come back and get you." Drew reiterated slowly, shifting his gaze from her to Nathan and back to her.

Foreign legion. No wonder the man had acquired an edginess to him that she hadn't been to explain earlier. She deliberately suppressed the mental image of Drew in fatigues. Regardless of the tension in the air, it was still such a hot image and it wouldn't do to get all flustered, would it?

"Drew, that was what, six years ago?" Nathan questioned with a laugh. Not a genuine one either and Marci just wanted to simply evaporate. 

"Ok Nathan, Drew. Clearly I'm not totally in the loop here. However," she said looking at Nathan, "I feel it's best if we end this. The awkward moments and all are not worth it. I'm sure there are some serious moral questions to be raised as well."

Sighing deeply, she took a small sip of the whisky and continued talking to the brothers. They had both leaned back into their chairs and were regarding her with slight smiles. She ignored the smiles. "Drew, you are a whirlwind, whatever your agreement with Nathan about me, consider it rescinded by me. I feel like Brian should be here as well! Wow! I will now leave you two boys to talk, bond or whatever it is brothers do when they discover they like the same girl. Nate, give John my number, I'd like to go to the shooting range as soon as he can arrange it. Thanks."

With that she drained the glass, mustered some dignity and walked off. She didn't look back. Heading straight to the gate, she opted to walk the short way back home.

"Say it Marci. Loud." Drew whispered in her ear as she stood pinned to the wall of her bedroom. She looked at him defiantly and kept quiet.

"Breaking and Entering is a crime in Kenya. Seven year sentence I think. That hasn't changed over the last ten years Drew. Other things clearly have changed drastically just not the Penal Code." She responded instead after the silence threatened to stretch on. 

"Say it Marci." Drew repeated, releasing his iron grip in her arms and stepping back to look at her directly. When she remained silent, he smiled and loomed over her. She refused to look up and instead contemplated kicking him in the shins. Then she remembered the whole foreign legion affair and decided perhaps violence really wasn't the answer. He could out power her any day, even on her best day. Who knew what the punishment for kicking him would be. He seemed to be all about retribution of late. 

"You know, up until you delivered your very entertaining speech about morals I thought you'd finally gotten it into your head that I'm not letting you date anyone but me. I really thought I had made that clear earlier." He hissed at her and she trembled slightly. She'd never seen Drew angry. Not even when they were younger. Right now he sounded in bad humor. Understatement. 

"That sounds like a bad movie. The kind that starts with a scared girl in a deserted parking lot. You'll have to be more original than that Drew. I'd advice against it personally because I see no good way this could end." She said resignedly avoiding his eyes. He was looking right into the back of her head. Well, at least it felt like it.

Before she could find a more suitable way to deal with an angry Drew, he lifted her suddenly and threw her on the bed. She yelped in surprise as she landed clumsily on the soft duvet cover. "What...!" she exclaimed but was cut off when Drew just about jumped on top of her. Her air supply cut out, the only thing she could do was gape.

"I am really beginning to regret leaving. You have acquired a razor tongue and as the seconds drift by, you are beginning to show a very annoying side to you. I begin to wonder if you are really the person I was so eager to get back to. Still, it has to be said, you are unbelievably sexy. I cannot help but react to all those pheromones you seem to be dolling all over the place."

Speech done, Drew kissed her roughly. Her lips felt violated but in a nice way. It was a stronger kiss than the moment called for but he was unrelenting until she finally gave in and kissed him back.

He moaned his encouragement and draped her arms around his neck. Nudging her legs slightly apart, he settled therein and proceeded to kiss her silly. Before she could put a stop to the whole debacle, he had her naked. It wasn't that hard considering the short wrap dress and front clasp bra. No knickers as usual.

"Drew.....if you have any sort of decency..." she started to protests but he cut her off.

"I don't." he snapped and took a nipple into his mouth. This elicited a gasp from her and he chuckled smugly. Rubbing the other nipple between his fingers, he worked her into a wet mess. Then he slowly kissed his way down her body and inhaled her arousal between her legs. Her traitorous body gave in and her legs parted open on their own volition and Drew rewarded her by placing gentle bites and kisses on her inner thighs.

"Fuck Drew.....you don't need to prove this." She whispered still in that place between reality and absolute pleasure.

"I do." He growled at her and lapped her clit. She arched her back off the bed to get him closer. He ignored that and continued to flick lightly, a finger trailing up and down slowly. It was torture at its best. Marci whimpered pathetically much to Drew's delight. He was grinning as he finally started to suck her clit. She cried out at the sensation. He stopped and fixed her with an intent gaze. It made her shiver as well. Her pussy felt somewhat bereft as he undressed slowly looking at her. She knew exactly what he was doing but she couldn't stop staring.

Drew had gathered a few scars over the years and they only added to the character of his very very enticing body. By the time he was starkers, she was literally waiting with bated breath. He made his way round the bed and pulled her to the edge.

"Suck." He commanded softly. Her initial reaction was defiant. He just stood there and waited. He was certainly a patient man. Eventually, her curiosity and the gentle action of his fingers on her nipples won her over and she fell on his erection like a starved puppy.

Licking the pre-cum off the head, she lapped the entire length of his cock, right down his balls before coming back up and engulfing the hard heat with her mouth. He groaned his appreciation and put his fingers into her hair to guide her. In and out of her mouth it went as she tapped lightly at his balls.

"This won't do." He growled suddenly pulling out of her mouth with a pop. Drew answered her puzzled look by kissing her thoroughly before once again lifting her and throwing her into the centre of her bed.

He came over her and she could feel his dick on her belly. It was hot! 

"You do that to me." He told her softly as he moved a little to emphasize how hard he was. She groaned and tried to get him into her.

"Tell me what you want Marci." He was holding her still by the sheer force of his weight. 

"Fuck me Drew." She said throatily and wriggled some more.

"I know that. What I don't know is whether I am the one you want to fuck you or you are just horny." He breathed into her ear.

"Drew!" she protested. 

"Say it Marci." He insisted.

"No." she told him and fixed him with a stare of her own.

Without a word, he rolled off her and started the process of getting his clothes on.

At a loss for words, she got up and went t her closet to get something to sleep in. She was going to have an early night judging the turn of events so far. Dressed and leaning against the door as he watched her pull her nightshirt over her head, Drew said nothing.

"I'm sure you know the way out." She told his quietly and walked to her bed. Putting on the bedside lamp, she used the extension switch to put off the main lights. She checked her phone for messages. Nathan had sent quite a number. She didn't have the energy to deal with his brand of ownership either so she put her phone back on the nightstand, messages unread.

"What happened to you?" Drew asked after she had ignored him for quite a while.

"In terms of sexual blackmail, nothing. It's never really been my thing." She snapped at him and took a magazine. She wasn't sleepy, she wasn't tired but she felt drained nonetheless. Drew came round her bed and sat down beside her.

"Take that night shirt off, it doesn't flatter you at all."

"I'm sorry Drew. I wasn't really aiming at impressing anyone as I get into bed. However, I will keep that in mind should it ever come up." she retorted.

"Good grief.......how does Nathan cope with that mouth?" he asked pushing some hair off her face. She automatically leaned away from his touch and he snorted.

She let his last comment slide. He was baiting her. A few years ago she'd have jumped right into that one. These days however, she was a little more tampered.

Drew had had enough it seemed. When he stood she thought he was finally leaving. While it was a relief, she knew somewhere deep that she was disappointed. It wasn't solely that she'd missed out on the good sex; he seemed genuinely disappointed with her grown self. 

However, she was wrong. He wasn't standing to leave. He was standing to pull her up, rip her nightshirt right at the front. Still startled, she was didn't have time to react as he settled once again between her legs and pinned her down. One hand held both her hands above her head in a vice like grip. The other traveled down to his pants and unzipped.

Pulling his cock out of its confines, Drew entered her in one sure thrust. It felt amazing and her low growl just proved the point further.

"I cannot let it go Marci. I will hound you until you're mine. No one is ever going to touch you the way I do. Well, actually no else one is ever going to touch you. Period." He told her and thrust hard into her. She gasped at both the effect his cock was having on her and the words that accompanied it.

He withdrew briefly to quickly shuck off his clothes and was soon back inside her. Turning her so that she was on her stomach, he entered her from behind. It was so deep she hissed at the slight pain.

"You ok?" he asked concerned and withdrew a little.

"Yeah." She managed to say and backed into him. His finger lifted her off the bed a little and found her clit once again. It was electric.

"Oh dear God!" she heaved and he chuckled.

"I love those sounds you make."

Getting off her, he turned them both which resulted in her being astride him. He hooked his arms under his head and looked at her with the sweetest smile ever.

"All yours Marci." He told her. 

Without a second thought, Marci guided his cock into her hot and waiting pussy. She pushed back the thoughts that threatened to flood her brain and rode him slow. He lay there occasionally groaning but for most of the part let her do her thing. When she showed no signs of going any faster, he took a little control and moved his hands to her hips. Lifting her up and down his cock effortlessly, he moaned at the increased speed.

"Fuck, I'm cumming!" he nearly yelled and spilled his seed into her. He'd lost control. She sent him a small smile. He didn't send her one back. Turning so that she could slide off him, he took her hand and led them into the bath room.

He took his time cleaning her with a warm face towel. He was so gentle Marci almost cried.

"Drew..." she started but he shut her up with a kiss. It was gentle, more prodding than demanding. It was sweet.

"I have loved you from the moment I saw you." "I was all of four years you perv." She said trying for a light tone.

"I loved you as a child, it became not-so-fraternal later and it's getting more intense as the days go. I cannot let another man have you. Marci, I need you to realize that this is not just about power play." He told her as she sat back on the bed and he pulled a sheet over her. 

Kissing her once again to shut her up, he got into bed beside her and pulled her into his arms.

"I love you." He told her with finality she didn't quite understand and then whispered to her to sleep.

"I'll wake you up in the night, you need your rest." He told with a wink.



Drew Ch. 05



Thanks to all of you who love this bunch as much as I do. And to those of you who had a problem with the brothers thing, talk to more girl, you'd be surprised. That said, enjoy and keep letting me know what you think. It's so important that I get feedback, it edges me on. Again, enjoy...! Nefatiri

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She looked at Drew asleep on her bed. He hadn't been home for about a week and she was sure it was causing its own brand of upheaval in his household. He looked softer and had a slight smile on his lips. How absolutely adorable, she thought and pushed a lock of hair off his forehead. He stirred in his sleep and opened his eyes immediately.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you up." She whispered as he focused on her properly through the dawn lighting.

"Army thing, we sleep very light." he told her easily and sat up in the bed managing to uncover her in the process. She tried to pull the sheet up but he prevented her.

"So, what makes you wake up and stare at me creepily? Though I have to say it is flattering. Unless you were planning some criminal act that is." he told her. He reached for one of her cigarettes and she took it away from him.

"You don't smoke, don't start now. It's an otherwise very unattractive habit."

"When you're right, you're right." He agreed and out the lighter back on the night stand. He somehow managed to put her underneath him startling her with his strength. Kissing her slowly, Drew ran his hands appreciatively along her body eliciting a murmur of appreciation from her.

"Sexy!" he told her and she smiled shyly. Wrapping her legs around him, she wriggled in an effort to get even closer to him if it was possible. He stilled her with the sheer weight of his body and after ensuring she was still, his hand found its way between her legs.

"Do it again Drew, kiss me." She asked breathily and he groaned at her arousal. He obliged and Marci could feel him get impossibly hard on her belly. He still wouldn't let her move. His fingers were still splayed on her clean shaven self and she wanted him to go lower.

Releasing her mouth Drew got off her and climbed between her legs, nudging them even farther apart. He was yet to touch her pussy but Marci could feel it positively seeping. This man was going to be her death she though with a low chuckle as he rested his cock against her pussy.

He reached down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking it soft and hard alternatively. He bit on it gently a couple of times making her back arch upwards and her mouth part in a soft gasp. Her breathing was getting erratic and she was wriggling on the bed a little more agitatedly. This had the effect of rubbing his cock on the outer lips of her pussy. She was wet! She could feel him getting slicked by her. 

Drew finally touched her. It was not with his fingers however. Being the lithe man that he was, it took one fluid movement from her tits to her core. He didn't waste time getting to it. Spreading her lips apart, he inhaled and closed his eyes in appreciation. She was soaked. He pressed his long middle finger inside and crooked it upwards making her moan louder. His lips and tongue found her clit and worked on the little nub driving her to distraction. He nipped it lightly making her shake. She came hard. Drew sat up with a smug smile and looked down at her.

"Your body loves me." He said reaching up to lie on her again.

"Yes it does." She purred taking him into her arms for a hug. She didn't know why she did that but it felt good.

"I'm not done babes. I doubt I'll ever be." He said getting off her and getting her on her hands and knees. Getting behind her, he slid his hard cock in with one sure and precise thrust. She was even wetter thanks to her orgasm and Drew groaned at feeling her squeeze his dick inside her.

This wasn't the teasing sex of before. He plunged deep and kept it there. She whimpered at the sweet onslaught. Pushing her flat on the bed, Drew straddled her and continued fucking her.

"Look at me Marci." He asked. She turned her neck and looked into his green eyes. Passion filled and aroused Drew was impossibly gorgeous.

"Change position Drew, I'll snap my neck." She whispered to him. He turned her and pinned her hands over her head.

"Wrap your legs around me. I can never get enough of that." He asked with a cheeky smile and Marci didn't need to be asked twice. He pounded into her faster and harder with Marci looking at him, thinking how amazing he was. She was taken up by another orgasm, lighter than the first but still darn good. It took her by surprise and she cried out Drew's name. He came immediately after that, fixing her with an intense look of his own. He then threw back his head as the last dredges of his cumming took and shook him and gave what she could only describe as a near shout. She smiled at him knowing he preferred sex to last longer. He was all about drawing it out. 

"Love it when you loosed control like that. It flatters me like you wouldn't believe." She reassured him with a kiss. Sliding off her, gathered her into his arms and fanned them both with the magazine next to the night stand.

She almost melted; he was so fucking sweet sometimes!

Marci made to move out of the bed and he stopped her. Smiling at him, she told him she was just going downstairs to get a cold glass of water. He let go reluctantly and she placed a brief kiss on his lips. He could be so endearing. She quickly donned Drew's discarded shirt and left in the wake of him wolf-whistling at her.

Marci had a quick drink in the kitchen then decided to fix Drew a glass as well. With an amused smile to herself, she took out another glass and bent into the fridge. The poor man had worked very hard -- and very well she might add -- the previous night and today morning. She could feel it in her tired limbs. He must be dehydrated, it wasn't exactly easy work. Chuckling, she looked around the fridge to see If there was any food in there.

"Hi." A voice said making her drop the glass. 

Nathan was standing in her kitchen. She wasn't sure how long he'd been there because she hadn't heard him come in.

"I used my key." He told her levelly.

"Hi Nathan." She stepped around the broken glass and debated the merits of cleaning it up. She was in a short shirt. There was absolutely no way she was bending over in that. Nathan, being Nathan, looked at her, the broken glass and grabbed the broom nearby. She watched quietly as he swept it into a dustpan and binned it. When he was done, they returned to the uneasy staring contest.

"Nice speech the other day."

"Uhm....thanks?" Marci said uneasily. Her hands were wringing behind her in discomfort. Nathan looked remarkably well and she wasn't sure it was a good sign as such. He was leaning against her kitchen door, regarding her with what she could only call a smirk. Or maybe it was repressed violence, she couldn't quite tell. Neither was comforting.

"So, you and Drew, huh?" he asked without really needing an answer she hoped. Said man was upstairs and with his bat like hearing, he was bound to come downstairs after that glass crash. It was the type of thing he did. It was the last thing she needed. His self assured statements were not going to be taken well. They made her uncomfortable in public but oh-so-hot in bed.

"Say it." She told Nathan finally facing him fully and crossing her arms across her chest. Defensive all the way. She waited for the accusations.

He disappointed her. 

"I always knew he'd come back for you. Actually, I'm surprised he waited ten years. He's my brother, I know him well enough to know when he ain't playing. What are you going to do with him?" Nathan asked instead. 

Marci was thrown for a loop. She gaped a little, inhaled and wondered how on earth she was going to reply to that.

"Just so I'm clear, you want to discuss Drew and me as pertains to us being together?"

"That's one of the things I love most about you, fine print with spoken words. You take it to a whole other level. You never use words loosely. Yes Marci, I may be hurting but that doesn't mean I can't contemplate how you must feel. I'd say let's make sure we remain friends but given the proximity between you and both my brothers, I think we have no choice in the matter. Besides, you're very likable as a friend."

"This is too easy Nate. I should be dying in angst and feeling a faint coming. Can I for the record say I'm sorry I hurt you?" she asked him breaking into an uneasy smile. She was relieved when he smiled back.

"Hey Nate." The dreaded voice said behind her and she whirled right into Drew's arms. He took the expression "pushing it" to insane heights. He was shirtless and planted a kiss squarely on her lips. She stiffened at the contact and he responded by tightening his grip around her. There was again no way she could extract herself without causing an awkward moment for the three of them. Correction, for her and Nathan. Drew didn't seem like he understood the word, she doubted it would affect him.

"Drew." Nathan said with a tight-ish smile. The stare off, as Marci saw it, didn't last nearly as long as a rap video. Nathan decided to be familiar with her kitchen and fix himself a drink. Drew followed suit and fixed himself one as well.

"While the two of you are at it, make breakfast." Marci told both of them and left the room. She resisted the urge to literally run out of the room which was becoming increasingly small the more she stayed there.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." She hissed to herself as she entered her room.

"I aim to please." Drew said behind her and she once again whirled around straight into his chest. He was prepared and held onto her.

"Drew! Why do you lurking?" she asked getting her breath back and Drew chuckled in response, "The innocent don't lurk." She added and his smile faded only to be replaced by a more potent look in his eyes. 

He lowered his head to place a lingering kiss on her lips. She responded ardently mostly because there really was no other way to respond to Drew's kisses. He kissed like a dream.

When he threatened to take things a notch higher, she carefully extracted herself from his arms and shook her head.

"Nate?" she whispered trying to hear if there was any movement coming from the kitchen.

"You asked us to fix breakfast. He's doing that. He'll be fine Marci, stop the nervous act. As far as I can tell, you have been nothing but honest with him. I, on the other hand, haven't quite had that from you."

And with that, Drew went back into the kitchen leaving a disturbed Marci to take a cold shower. 

When she walked into the kitchen about ten minutes later, the brothers were seated at the island, eating. It was probably a DNA thing she decided as she marveled at how at home they had made themselves. She was feeling all weirded out and they were in HER house. Wow.

"I was being sarcastic when I said make breakfast." She murmured more to herself but they heard her anyway.

"Ignored it." Nathan told her and Drew laughed.

"That's how you deal with her!" Drew commented and Nathan nodded eating rather heartily Marci noticed. Maybe he was pining. Pining was supposed to make you eat wasn't it?

The kitchen door swung open and in walked Brian. He looked at his brothers with an eyebrow cocked so far up it was almost at the center of his head. Marci wanted the fucking earth to blow up. Who knew the environment was so slow to anger, huh? It should have been spiraling out of environmental rage about now and she would have been fine.

"Hey Marci, do I get to be fed too?" he asked placing a kiss on her forehead and subjecting to a rather comforting hug. She returned it hungrily feeling she needed some strength.

"Actually, you feed yourself. They are." She replied pointing at his brothers who were watching the two of them rather avidly. Unnecessarily so she thought.

Brian walked over to the island and took Drew's plate from him. Drew protested and demanded for his food.

"I'd have taken Nate's but with Marci over here also taken, I thought we'd give our small bro a break." He stated so easily it would have slipped unnoticed. Marci closed her eyes in frustration. When were things going to get less awkward? Or perhaps it was more prudent to hope that everyone got a job in a foreign country. That way they'd be able to all successfully avoid each other.

"She wasn't taken." Nathan retorted.

"I am here boys, some respect please. Now, should you feel the need for a more physical conversation concerning this matter, feel free to frolic in the backyard. It's large, grassed and rather pretty if I may say so myself."

"You aren't getting away that easily Marci. You have to learn to get comfortable with this, it's going to last." Drew told her quietly stopping her in her tracks as she attempted to exit an awkward situation once again.

"He's right you know." Brian agreed picking food off Nathan's plate now.

Taking another glass, Marci filled it with juice and went towards the island. She stood behind Drew and faced his younger brothers. Nathan actually looked fine. Brian looked like he was dying to say something but she knew better than to push him. He never reacted well to being prodded. It made him clam up. She would know; they were after all the best of friends.

When Drew cleared his throat a little, she automatically handed him her juice. He took it while his brothers gave her a most unnerving look. Drew tilted his head back and smiled at her. It was the sweetest smile she'd ever seen and she smiled back in return. Reflex action.

"Nate?" Brian asked his younger brother who shrugged but didn't say anything.

"Come on Drew. Let Nate get closure at least. Leave the girl for five minutes will you?" Brian urged and Drew didn't budge.

"I'm not leaving her here with him." He said looking straight at Nate. Marci once again felt like she was missing some key information.

"Marci, tell your puppy dog to give you a few minutes. Nate wanted to talk you since the other day." Brian addressed Marci this time.

"Drew?" she asked him and he stood without another word.

"I love you." He whispered only for her ears and went out with Brian.

"Why do I get the feeling this isn't good?" she asked a now visibly shifty Brian. He stood and once again got comfortable in her kitchen fixing himself a drink. A rather tall vodka. It was about 9am. Pacing around her kitchen a little, he then sat down and looked at her squarely.

"One of the reasons I am not even allowed to take the whole you and Drew thing badly is that I haven't been very clean myself."

Marci could feel her stomach turning. It was not turning gently either.

"Keep talking." She told him hoping she didn't sound judgmental. After all, she'd slept with this brother who was now all but living in her house. She even managed a little smile for him.

"Mila's having my baby." He dropped and took a long swig of the vodka. Marci sat down and thought of her friend. She had noticed that the girl was moody but she thought it was just PMS or something. She recalled the night they had been out and she'd hooked up with Drew. That was probably what was bothering her. Nathan and Mila? How had that happened without her knowing? Was she really that self absorbed that she didn't notice other people's change in behavior?

"Mila, my friend and Jeff's sister?" she asked just to be sure they were talking about the same person.

"Yes." A man of few words, Nathan.

"How far along is she?"

"Three months."

"Wow! I couldn't tell. Oh dear! The poor girl. No wonder she's been so out of it lately. Is she worried about how my friends and I will react?" Marci asked genuinely concerned for Mila. It really wasn't the time to wonder about the fact that she'd been back on with Nathan for about eight months until the Drew debacle. It really wasn't.

"I'm sorry Marci. I........"

"Come on Nathan. You've watched enough tv to know these conversations really don't go anywhere. Like you said earlier, we have to be friends. I must say though, makes me feel a lot less awkward about Drew. And I have to talk to Mila, let her know I'm here for her. Are you?" She asked Nathan with a half smile.

"Of course I am. Her folks will want us to get married. I'm turning the thought in my head. I mean I like her and I do feel deeply about her sometimes but I am in love with you. I'll get over it, don't worry." He replied sheepishly. Marci instinctively gave him a hug. It was at that point Brian and Drew came trooping in. 

"Told you I didn't want to leave him with her." Drew stated flatly as Marci and Nathan dew apart. He sent them both a questioning glance. Nathan shrugged it off. Marci smiled sweetly at him, narrowed her eyes at Brian and placed a soft peck on Nathan's cheek. A jealous Drew was really very sexy. It was also very flattering.

"Relax. I was telling her about Mila." Nathan cleared and both his elder brothers turned to scrutinize her face.

"What?!" she asked defensively. Drew came round and put his arms around her from behind. She loved it when he did that. Resting against his army trained chest made her feel very safe and solid. He kissed the side of her neck and she giggled. Brian sent her an incredulous look. She was by nature and disposition not a giggler.

Brian and Nathan left a little after that. She made a date with Brian first though. He had to have known what was happening. Why he didn't tell her was anyone's guess. She wanted to send him on a guilt trip so fierce that he'd offer to buy her a Greek Island after. Smiling to herself, she tiptoed to kiss Drew.

"I'm so glad you are back." 

"You and I have a long conversation coming. I have my own demons to tell you about." He told her and her stomach sank. 

"However, I always find that bad news makes me want to sink into sexual oblivion." He added and pushed her against the kitchen sink. Pulling down the sun guard at the window, he reached into her top and caressed her breasts possessively.

"Drew." She breathed into his shoulder.

"I can't stop because I love the way you say my name." he informed her, pinched her nipple gently eliciting another "Drew" from her. She could feel surrender on its way and it wasn't sexual surrender per se. It was much scarier than sexual surrender. 



Drew Ch. 06



Thanks to all of you who comment and offer opinions. I'd love it if you gave me suggestions on how you want this to go. Or would you like me to keep surprising you? And to Nick, you are absolutely cool. Kisses to y'all!!!! Nefatiri

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"Lunch?"

"Not today. Have to do some stuff."

"This week?"

"I'm not sure when I'll be free or even in the mood to be out."

"You can come to mine or I come to yours."

"Can I get back to you on that one?"

"Cool. Take care."

Text messages done, Marci put her phone on the nightstand and sighed. That Mila did not want to see her was clear. She wasn't going to force issues. Her repressed anger at everything was now rising to the top and she could feel her mood take a slow but sure plunge into some sort of depression. Everything was so messed up. She should never have let things with Drew get so out of control and especially so openly. Nathan had pissed her off and she couldn't call him on it cause the situation with her and Drew. Brian was pretty much unavailable of late. She really needed to vent her frustrations at the world.

Jumping off the bed, she took a small bag and put in a few essentials. Car keys in hand, she went down the stairs and grabbed a bottle of water from the fridge. She was about to close the door when she saw the cake. It hadn't been there before. Must be Drew. She licked off a little of its chocolate and sighed yet again. It was delicious. She put her other stuff down and sat at the island to dig in. She would eat half in case Drew wanted to have the rest. He didn't really strike her as the sweet tooth type though. 

"Going somewhere?" the man asked behind her making her whirl around on the stool.

"I need to clear my head." she stated simply taking him in. She took a good long look. He was gorgeous. Tall, lithe and lean. Dark hair, green eyes and a killer smile. In any world, he was yum! His strength of character while extremely attractive was also very scary. She had begun to feel bullied in the whole debacle. Drew had not let her breath to think. When he wasn't playing word games with her, he had her in bed. 

"Running again?" he asked settling opposite her. He gave her an intense look and she didn't have to be genius to know that this particular conversation was headed south.

"I'm not running Drew. My internal dialogue is in turbulence. I need to calm it down and I can't do that here."

"Now you're quoting Chopra. Priceless." He snorted and dipped a finger into the cake. She pushed the plate towards him but he shook his head and pushed it back at her.

"It was for you. You love chocolate."

"Thanks, that was very sweet of you. Been home?" she asked him pointedly.

"Yeah. It's a little crazy there actually. Mila and Nathan told mom and dad about the baby. That didn't go down well. My mom hates Mila. My dad hates Mila's dad and Nathan is in love with you. It's a potent mix of emotions."

She was taken aback by the rant. Drew was a man of few words. He must also be frustrated at everything. She smiled reassuringly at him though she felt none of that reassurance herself. 

"My mother by the way said she adored you until you decided to mess her two sons and Dad thinks you'll leave me soon enough when you realize that I am too old for you." He said this looking at her with his now trademark intensity. He was trying to see if his father was right. She sighed and slumped forward onto the table.

Drew's parents were the nicest people she knew. They'd been nothing but affectionate and inclusive with her since her family had first moved next door when she was four. They'd never had the opportunity to see a less than perfect side of her in all that time. She groaned aloud and heard Drew come round to put his hands around he shoulders. Her tears were threateningly close. She pushed them back and leaned into him. It felt nice and safe there for the moment.

"What am I going to do?" she turned and asked him.

"What are WE going to do.....and about what part exactly do you ask?" he murmured into the top of her head.

"You, me, Mila, Nathan and Brian who seems to have abandoned me all of a sudden. My best friend has no time for me anymore. Just last week he was complaining I wasn't around for him and now I can barely tie him down in traffic!"

The tears spilt freely now and she sniffed. Drew took in a deep breath and bent down to look her in the eyes. He was concerned though he didn't have the sad look she did. He seemed more in control of things.

"Breath sweetheart, it will be fine. I am here now, you will be fine." He told her softly and she so badly wanted to believe him. The problem was that they couldn't very well ignore the rest of the world, they had to face the situation and she wasn't feeling too optimistic about that. Her cell phone rang and she flipped it open. It was one of her friends.

"Hey Tylor." She said trying to sound normal.

"Are you crying? I told you those boys would do nothing but complicate and fuck up your idyllic life." Tylor chided and she could hear Natalie in the background agreeing with her. Marci had to smile. At least there were people other than Drew in her corner.

"She's not crying. She's just a little upset. Come over and cheer your friend up." Drew said into the phone after he had snatched it from Marci, "And I didn't fuck up her life....you shout on the phone Tylor."

He then hang up leaving a gaping Marci scowling hard at him. He shrugged it off and once again held her.

"Question, what do you feel for me?" he asked her getting back to her eye level. She was taken aback by that. Up to now, he'd never seemed to care what her feelings towards him were. He seemed okay with knowing that his love for her was enough for both of them. Marci preferred that status quo, she hated hard questions. 

"Drew!" she complained but he looked at her insistently.

"You know how I feel about you." She told him flatly.

"I don't. Hearing Nathan tell my mom in front of me that he was in love with you shook me. Nothing has shaken me much over the last few years but that wasn't easy to listen to. Especially when my dad added the bit about me being too old for you. I think I actually felt a twinge of insecurity." He added soberly.

She could understand that, in fact she could understand it very well.

"Drew, I have done nothing but think about you this last ten years. Think of you getting back and me being happy so that you could see what you had turned down. So much for that."

"You still haven't answered my question. I am noticing a dangerous trend with you that I intend to fully change Marci..." drawled, coming closer to her and taking her mouth in a kiss.

"If you can't talk about how you feel, I'll make you talk in the one place I know we're dynamite." He told her as she gasped after her had released her lips. Taking her into his arms before she could protest, her took her up the stairs and dumped her on the bed leaving her breathless once again.

Before she knew what he was up to, he had her pinned beneath him, trying to wriggle free but to no avail. 

"Stay still gorgeous, you'll need the energy." He smirked and she snorted at him but smiled all the same. He kissed her gently then whispered into her ear all the things he was going to do to her. She squirmed, this time not trying to get loose, but out of the sheer arousal that took over her body.

"And you will tell me exactly what you want, exactly how it feels when I do things to you and how much you want me." He told her, smiling as her eyes widened in trepidation.

Taking his time, Drew took off all of Marci's clothes and knelt back on the bed to behold his work. Marci giggled at the look of intent in his eyes, all her earlier misfortunes taking a back burner. He gave her a look that literally knocked the giggling out of her, he meant business.

"Now start." He commanded.

"Drew, dirty talk is your forte, not mine......I can hardly do it and sound natural. Besides, the army probably had special lessons for dirty words, I went to Law school!" she protested as he laid her across his lap.

When it registered what he was about to do, she yelped and tired to get off but her had her in a rather firm lock. The moment his hand landed on her butt in a gentle but firm manner, she knew for certain that Drew was not joking.

"Now tell me how you fantasized I would fuck you." He asked again managing to sound like he was being unnecessarily patient with her. When she hesitated, he landed another slap on her bottom and she squirmed, this time from palpable pain. Turning her to straddle him, he looked at her and smiled. That 1000 watt smile that she could never resist. She sighed deeply and as he began to play with her back, she closed her eyes and thought to one of her fantasies about him. She had quite a few of them stacked up, even; she thought guiltily, when she was with Nathan.

"The other night, after we...uhm..."

"Fucked?" he provided.

"Yes, after we fucked, I went home feeling all guilty and yet all I could think of was I wanted more. I wanted you in a bed for me to play with. I've been dreaming of touching you for ages and when I finally get the chance, we're in an alley at the back of a club. Such an anticlimax."

"Didn't you enjoy that?" he asked darkly, his fingers fleeting near her pussy.

"Mmmm..." she moaned arching her back trying to pressing herself into his fingers which he stilled, "I loved it, just wanted more."

"Tell me." He prodded again, running fingers across her slit in a slow enticing pattern.

"I wanted you in bed, pinning me against the bed and having your wicked way with me, without a thought for my orgasm." She breathed as he slid a finger into her wet sheath and took in a deep breath.

Turning her around suddenly, he lay on top pf her, his mouth a tantalizing few inches from her right nipple.

"See how compatible we are baby? We have the same fantasies. I am intent of erasing every single memory of my brother on you." He stated firmly, watching as her eyes she gave him an uncomfortable look. 

"I have no problem with your recent past Marci; I just want to erase it." He smirked as she squirmed beneath him in discomfort. Some of the erotic edge had been lost by him bringing Nathan up.

"Drew....you're killing the mood here. Can we not talk about your brother while you're on top of me?" she whispered to him.

"Absolutely. You were saying you wanted me to ravish you, continue..." he murmured taking a nipple and rolling it between his teeth making her moan.

"I loved the way you took me in the alley that first night. Feeling you inside me so suddenly has been such a good memory." She continued and he looked up at her with a wicked glint in his eyes.

"More graphic, you sound like a romance novel." He chuckled and she giggled at that.

"I want to feel your cock inside me, slowly taking possession. I think I want you to brand me. I like the idea of being yours. It's full circle sort of..." she murmured as he wrecked havoc on her breasts. His fingers moved lover, spreading the lips and feeling the sleek wetness without really breaching the entrance. 

"Go on babes, love to hear you talk dirty, fucking turn on." he grinned as he felt her wetness surround his fingers and she moved her hips in a circular motion, beckoning him to thrust into her.

"What do you say; you unzip your pants and fuck me hard. Make me forget?" she winked and he was done in record time. Before she could take off her clothes, Drew was on top of her, thrusting into her hard, sure and very very fast.

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Mila was seated on the front verandah of their house. It was lovely house with its tropical island design. Thatched roof, fans all over the place and an enviable garden both at the front and the back. She was smiling at something Nathan said and he bent to kiss her gently. She leaned into him and hugged on tight.

Marci cleared her throat as she walked up the paved path and the two sprung apart guiltily. She almost laughed but thought it inappropriate. Nathan stood up to meet her and Mila eyed her warily. 

"Hey guys. Thought I'd come see how Mila's doing." She said placing a peck on both their cheeks and sitting opposite them on a tiny three legged stool that was probably a foot stool.

"As okay as things permit." Mila answered uneasily and Marci felt sorry for her. She may have wanted to immerse herself in feelings of betrayal but she couldn't on very many accounts. All the uneasiness she'd been glossing over the last few days was threatening to overwhelm her. Mila looked ready for war and Marci wasn't really sure why. Surely she was the injured party in all this. Shaking her head slightly, she turned with a smile to Mila.

"Your parents?" she asked curious to hear the answer. 

Like all the exotic people that tended to settle in Malindi, Mila's family background was entertaining. The child of an artsy Bulgarian mom and a balanced Yemeni dad, she was strikingly beautiful. Long dark hair, big violet eyes that everyone talked about and the lithe tallness that was the envy of her friends when men openly gawked. Looking at her now, Marci could see why Nathan would go there. 

Insecurities threatening to eat at her, she swallowed a little hard and tried to be expressionless. Rather, the fine line between expressionless and wooden. It wasn't easy when Nathan took Mila's hand and squeezed it. Why the fuck am I getting offended and jealous? Marci thought to herself as she smiled a little at the gesture. She wanted to scowl at Nathan. She held it in check recalling what Drew had told her earlier about Nathan still being in love with her. He was being supportive, as he should she thought to herself.

"I hear you're with Drew now." Mila stated ignoring Marci's question. 

It sounded like an accusation and Marci nodded slightly in the affirmative. It was also at this point that it hit her that this was not going to be a friendly gloss-it-over meeting. She inhaled deeply and let her anger rise a little.

"Yeah." She sighed and looked at Nathan who winced a little. 

She felt a pang of guilt flow though her at that. Mila smiled rather brightly and Marci knew that answer had pleased her. Mila wanted Nathan; it had nothing to do with her getting pregnant. It was Nathan she was after. As the realization dawned, Marci felt her throat dry and felt very sorry for Nathan. She guessed his mother had seen the same thing and that was why she had decided she hated the girl. Any mother would be wary of a girl eager to "sink her hooks in" so to speak.

"You know what, this was a bad idea. I'll see you later Nathan, coming to your house for dinner. Mila, take care and see you around. Hope it gets less awkward." She said with a small smile and quickly walked off. Hearing footsteps behind her, she turned and saw Nathan walking briskly towards her.

"Hey you, sorry about that. She's hormonal and insecure, I can't fault her for it though, she knows how I feel about you." He explained as he walked her round to her house.

She smiled in understanding and they slipped into small talk as they neared her house. Drew was still there, working away at her laptop. He'd suggested she slay the demons one by one hence her earlier visit to Mila. That had gone well she thought to herself and rolled her eyes.

"Why are you rolling your eyes?" Nathan asked with a laugh, holding her shoulder in a familiar manner. Marci stiffened slightly and he paused to shoot her a quizzical glance.

"What? I can't hold you now?" he asked looking at her incredulously.

"Drew's home and he doesn't want me anywhere near you." She answered uneasily and he let her go. Either her answer made complete sense or he was terrified of his elder brother. She didn't think her answer was at all becoming of a woman in the 21st century so she chose to think the later was the case. Poor child.

"Drew needs to chill out on you Marci. Don't let him control you so much. He's overpowering by nature and knowing you, you'll resent it sooner rather than later." Nathan advised her solemnly and she didn't answer because she knew he was right. As if he knew they were discussing him, Drew opened the kitchen door and stood in the doorway looking at his brother and her as they chatted at the small gate that led into the backyard.

"Hey Drew!" Nathan called out and walked towards the house. The brothers exchanged manly hugs and Drew held Nathan a little longer than was perhaps necessary. Marci smiled at him gratefully. It wasn't an easy time for all them, most of all Nathan. 

"Staying to eat? I can whip you guys something." Marci offered after briefly pecking Drew's cheek and walking into the kitchen. 

Drew had mentioned her lack of shows of affection when Nathan was around. He had alluded that it was because she still harbored feelings for him. It was during that conversation that she realized she had never told Nathan she loved him the entire time they'd been dating. He had of course told her often that he was madly in love with her but she had always accepted it gracefully and kept quiet or deflected.

"Yeah, why not." Nathan said with such a gleeful smile her heart almost broke.

The boys sat loose limbed in her kitchen while she fried up some meat and veggies to go with garlic bread. She wasn't feeling ambitious enough to whip up a gourmet meal. Drew and his brother chatted about the dinner that was being held at their place later that day and how much they hated the hectic social pace that their parents set not only for them but the entire neighbourhood.

"Eat up boys." She told them watching with a glow that was dangerously maternal as they tucked in heartily. Conversation pretty much came to a standstill as they ate. Marci was content to nibble off Drew's plate.

"Good stuff. You should cook more. In fact on that note, Drew, what do you think about a party this Saturday sans the old people? Oh, I forget, you could easily be one of them." Nathan ended with a chuckle at his brother who frowned at him and Marci laughed. She could feel the bad cloud from before ease off and for a moment, she could see things being normal. Then she remembered dinner tonight and her heart sunk. The boys' parents.....how to deal with that? Hm.......

"Don't worry about it; I'll be there with you." Drew told her gently making her break out of her thoughts. He knew exactly what she was thinking about! Uncanny. She smiled weakly at him and Nathan winked at her.

"By the way Drew, this business of you keeping Marci and I apart has got to stop. If it makes you feel better, she was never really mine to start with. I sort of always knew they'd be trouble when you got back. So big brother, relax." 

Drew laughed and Marci looked at him with narrow eyes. This family was big on putting everything out in the open, wasn't it? 

Her phone rang and Drew reached to pick it up. She however grabbed it before he did and shot him a dirty look.

"Hello." She spoke into it forgetting to check the caller ID.

"Hey, it's Mila. Is Nathan there?" she asked curtly. Marci breathed in slowly and handed Nathan the phone rolling her eyes.

"Mila's taken on an attitude with me. I really hope it's just the hormones." Marci whispered to Drew as Nathan talked to Mila almost inaudibly.

"She knows Nathan digs you way more than he'll ever dig her, it's gotta hurt." Drew replied simply taking her into his arms. The result was her seated on his lap as he played with her hair and finished up his food. He ignored her advice that he would get hair into his food.

"Ok, Marci thanks. See you in the evening. Gotta go!" Nathan said already headed out. Marci and Drew smiled at him and the sound of their laughter followed him as they burst out laughing simultaneously at his harassed look.

The afternoon was spent in bed with Drew. He made love to her slowly and once again she was amazed at the response he managed to get out of her body. He was a skilled lover and the fact that he loved her made things all that much better. 




Drew Ch. 06



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"We need to find other things to do with our time Drew. You can't keep me in bed for the entire length of your holiday." She chided when he reached out to her after a short nap and proceeded to arouse her pliant body once again.

"About that," he said seriously, rolling off her in the process, "I need to discuss something with you."

"What?" trepidation seeping into her voice even as she said it. 

"I wanted you to make a choice. I'm inclined to stay here with you. Malindi is a lovely place and I can work from here. Or I can take you with me after my vacation is over. You don't have to answer right away. Mull on it some."

He was leaning on his arms, looking at her from under heavy lids.

"The foreign legion has a branch here?" she asked saying the first thing that came to mind.

"No silly. I write."

"What do you mean you write?" she asked sitting up in bed and feeling heat creep into her skin as his eyes followed the jiggling of her breasts. Any attempt to cover up was quickly slapped away and she lit a cigarette instead. When he motioned for one, she didn't have the energy to deny him.

"Fiction mostly. Sometimes when I am moved I also do social commentary and such for some papers."

"I never did ask, where are you based?"

"New York and Florence. I sort of shuttle between those two. I left the foreign legion about three years ago." He added for clarity.

"I don't have to think about it baby." she told him watching with laughing eyes as he turned fully towards her. He looked like an expectant puppy. It was adorable.

"Yes.......stop with the suspense." He hissed grabbing her waist and pulling her closer.

"How can I possibly pass up a chance to live in Florence?! Of course I'll come with you." She told him and felt the tension ease out of his body. He sighed so relieved she laughed at him, earning herself a whooping kiss.

"Now, get ready for dinner. Don't worry, Mom won't attack you, she loves you too much. Much of her disappointment lies in the fact that she thought you were a really good stable base for Nate. Mila will let Nathan walk all over her when what he needs is a woman to centre him. So it's not you baby, it's the Mila factor." Drew assured her as he put the clasp of a necklace around her neck. She looked at the mirror and smiled appreciatively turning her neck to kiss him.

"It's lovely Drew, thanks. Also you are branding me aren't you?" she asked. 

He didn't answer and instead chose to run a loose hand down her butt pulling her into him. She melted into his frame and inhaled him deeply. He smelt of citrus flavored shower gel and black pepper. An interesting and rather pleasant scent.

"Let's be gone!" he announced dramatically, holding the door open for her.

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"Ooooh, you're branded!How God-awfully cute!" Brian said with a laugh as he hugged her. Marci was for the ten millionth time thanking the stars for dark skin. She would have blushed furiously at that. Hugging him back, she then stepped out of his arms and spotted her friends Tylor and Natalie a little way off from where she stood with Drew and Brian.

"Excuse me boys.....girl chat coming up!" 

She crossed the distance quickly enough and couldn't help the joy she got from being hugged and fussed over by her friends. She was glad she had them and they were in her corner on the whole Mila thing.

"Tell you something weird, I don't think Nathan sperminated her. Y'all should ask for a DNA test." Natalie quipped making the other two laugh uncomfortably. Natalie herself was unmoved by the suggestion and took a huge gulp of her bright coloured drink. 

"Sperminated? Yuckoid word!" Tylor commented and the girls burst out laughing like little girls. When Marci looked up after wiping tears out of her eyes, her gaze met Drew's across the room. She stilled and he smiled at her. It was such a warm and genuine smile her heart leaped up wildly in her rib cage.

"Movie moment about to happen." Natalie said sending the three girls into another fit of giggles. Marci could feel the effects of the giggling spread through her. She felt lighter, safer and definitely less evil. She'd begun having very uncharitable thoughts towards Mila who up until two or so days ago, was a friend of the group. To be honest though, the girl had an attitude that wasn't exactly begging for sympathy votes.

Marci told the girls about her awkward and short lived visit from morning. They again found it hilarious. Natalie and Mila had never really got along so Natalie didn't restrain herself from the bitchy comments.

"If I may have her for a few minutes girls, I have the most urgent urge to make out." Drew interrupted them putting his arms around Marci from the back. She hadn't heard or seen him coming towards them and she jumped in surprise.

"Go ahead you love sick puppy. Just come back with fresh drinks. Anything potent and brightly coloured." Tylor ordered as Drew guided Marci out to the patio. It smelt lovely. Jasmines and summer mixed with a hint of ocean. It was gorgeous. Unlike last time she was there, she could now appreciate the work Drew's mom had put into the garden. It was beautiful and Marci inhaled in deeply, resting in Drew's arms.

"You seem better. Your friends are good for you." He commented placing a kiss a top her head. 

"Yeah, they are a trip. Love them." She murmured. Hearing leaves rustling behind her; she turned in Drew's arms and saw his mother walking towards them. Her attempts to break free of Drew's arms were stopped by an iron grip and she remained where she was. 

"Hey you two! Marci, Drew tells me you are terrified I might eat you or something." The tiny woman said with a laugh. 

She was ridiculously small especially when she stood next to her sons who were comparatively taller than most men Marci knew. She had Drew's eyes in both colour and intensity. All in all, a strikingly beautiful woman, petite and very astute.

"Not to worry my dear. I've always known Drew would pull a stunt and steal you from whoever he found you with. I think the boy loved you when you let the air out of his tires after your birthday." She chuckled and Marci groaned out loud. Only Brian knew it was her who had vandalized Drew's car. He'd attended her birthday with a girlfriend and kissed her chastely on the forehead. She had been livid.

"We knew sweetie. CCTv in the parking." Drew told her easily making her hide her face in his shirt with another groan. Drew and his mother laughed.

"Ok, let me try to get a smile out of the walking zombie that is Mila. Marci, take care of Drew. He's special. More special than most." And with a kiss on each of their cheeks, she gracefully glided back to the house.

"Told you there was nothing to worry about. My mother loves me, she'd like me happy. You make me happier than I have ever been. It's enough for her. Ok, she'\s complaining about me moving out of her house without notice. She said it wasn't polite." He chuckled into her hair which was worn down today.

"What was that Nat was saying about DNA tests?" Drew asked her as they watched his mother walk into the house and find Mila right at the door. The body language wasn't encouraging and Marci turned away. It was painful to watch.

"You heard that? What are you, a bat?" she asked him in surprise.

"No, I can lip read. I'm a very accomplished man." Drew declared vainly and Marci laughed.

"She thinks Mila's playing Nathan." 

"Is she?"

"How would I know, do I look like a DNA test?" Marci asked instead of answering Drew. She didn't want to pursue this particular topic of conversation so led the question forming on Drew's mouth by kissing him, hard. He groaned and pulled her tighter onto him.

"You taste like I'm about to get a hangover." He chuckled and she laughed. Natalie's drink was indeed potent.

"Hey, the girls' drinks!" she shrieked as she remembered. 

She doubted that they were silently waiting in a corner for her to bring their drinks. Knowing the magnetic power of both of them, she was sure they had a throng of willing and very quick footed men waiting with bated breath to do their bidding. 

"Yeah." Drew agreed reluctantly and they headed back into the house. Sure enough, Tylor and Natalie were surrounded by about four guys all doing the human version of the cock fight just less violent. 

"There's no way I am letting you go there." Drew told her and led her towards an older crowd. She thought it was going to be a quiet dinner but evidently Drew's mom had changed her mind and decided to have yet another party. It was in full swing as she politely said hello to Drew's drunk relatives. Maybe Drew and her were late, she thought, judging by how much "happier" everyone else seemed. 

"So when are you two getting married?" one of his uncles asked her and she chocked on her drink. 

"When we're ready." Drew answered simply giving her a look that she knew he was going to ask about her shock at the question. She was also asking herself the same thing. She'd agreed to live with him; it was only natural that marriage would somehow come up without causing her massive heart failure.

"Don't take too long Andrew, she's very fetching." One of the group said and they burst into laughter. Marci was stuck on the word fetching. She didn't think anyone used the word anymore.

"Stop stressing my woman." Drew said with an easy laugh and put his arm around her shoulder. She thought he was just being his usual self until she saw Nathan approach them. Sighing and shaking her head, she deliberately held out her arms for a hug when Nathan stopped in front of them. He hugged her tight and she felt sad for him again. This whole Mila business was getting on everyone's nerves. Looking behind him, she felt relief when there was no sign of Mila. 

"How you doing?" she asked when they had pulled back. Drew was regarding them with affection and she was relieved he was at least making an effort to let her and her ex-boyfriend be friends.

"Not so good actually." Nathan said in his trademark honest way. Marci looked at him in question and he led her away from the group that seemed to consist of mostly his uncles. With an apologetic look at Drew, she followed Nathan out to the patio.

"What's up sweetie?" she asked as they sat down on some stumps. 

"I have been asked to do some tests, apparently none of my friend trust Mila. I am not sure how to even go about it! How do I start? And more importantly, do I want to? Having a baby is sort of dulling the pain of being single once again!" He was just about pouting and Marci resisted the urge to laugh out loud.

"Here's the thing Nate, a baby is a huge deal. I am of the opinion that you think about this whole marriage thing. I grew up in a single parent family for most of the part and I think I turned out ok. I am yet to join Hezbollah. So, don't feel pressured into being with someone because of a baby. You can be a great dad without marriage. About the DNA thing, that's your call but if you decide to do it, honesty in the best policy. Just tell her. Besides, with the kind of money you guys have, it's sorta normal that you would like to be sure." Marci paused to find Nathan staring at her in semi-awe.

"Is it always this simple for you?" he asked in amazement at her simplification of matters.

"I wish! Good advice, the best thing you can do with it is pass it on!" She quipped and stood to go join Drew. She was missing him. This thought brought a smile to her lips and she shook herself.

As Nathan and she were walking into the house, she noticed Drew wasn't where she'd left him. Furrowing her brow, her eyes darted to the bar, then to her friends. He wasn't to be seen. On asking the uncles where he'd gone off to, she was shown the front door. Thinking he'd probably gone to answer his phone away from the noise, she went out to join him and perhaps smoke a cigarette as well.

Opening the door, she found Drew. He wasn't alone.

Pulling out of a woman's rather enthusiastic and clearly-not-innocent embrace, Drew turned to look at the open door and Marci registered his guilty look. She was after all a lawyer; she could spot guilt a mile away.

"Marci." He stated unnecessarily. He shifted further away from the woman who still had a hand on him. 

She turned to look at the woman who was eyeing her with open hostility. She'd never met or seen her but she had to admit, she was gorgeous. In the same league as Natalie even.

"Hi Marci. I'm Keri. Andrew's wife." The woman introduced coolly, stretching out a perfectly manicured hand.



Drew Ch. 07



Thanks so much for all your support. We should be done soon with this story......well, let's see how it goes! 

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Marci took the outstretched hand and barely squeezed it. She felt really weird. "Marci, but you already know that." Marci stated, moving slightly to Drew's side. To his credit, he immediately put his arm around her shoulder, eyeing her with concern. Keri threw them a look and smiled thinly. She was beautiful alright; her facial expressions however didn't match that. Marci was sure she was just about to get a sneer from the other woman. Sure enough, after Drew placed a kiss on top of her head the striking brunette rolled her eyes and snickered. Marci almost laughed but held it in. Now was not the time. Besides, Keri didn't look like she had a sense of humour.

"Coming out for a smoke sweetie?" Drew asked her and she automatically nodded. She'd forgotten it was the other reason she was out there in the first place. Drew nodded curtly at Keri, pointed towards the house and led Marci in the other direction. They were stopped by Keri's voice.

"Marci, don't worry, I am not up to anything evil, I just want to sort out some stuff with my husband." She said managing rather well to sound rational and not some loony abandoned wife. Marci felt her skin prickle and she sent the other woman a narrowed glance. Smug bitch.

"Please, have a chance." She quipped cryptically. 

She followed Drew's arms as he urged her away. If Keri thought she could throw loose insults and not have Marci's claws come out, she had another think coming. Threats and thinly veiled insults never sat well with her. A naturally defensive person, Marci didn't need anymore prodding!

"I'm so sorry about that baby. Have your cigarette; we'll talk as soon as I finish talking to her." Drew told her as he lit up a cigarette for her. Marci inhaled deeply, letting the nicotine calm her shock a little. Married? Who would have thought such a possessive man could be cheating on his wife. Marci wanted to die. She'd left Nathan for his older brother who turned out to be married. This whole situation was like a Mexican soap. She whimpered a little and realised she'd done it loud when Drew pulled her tighter into his arms.

"Drew, I can't believe you." she started but he stopped her with a nod of his head. Swallowing the retort that was on the tip of her tongue, she went back to the business of smoking. The motion was calming and she felt her tightness unwind a bit. There was nothing to be gained in flipping. As it was, things could hardly get more melodramatic. 

When she was done, he led her back to the house and made sure to keep her away from her girlfriends. Marci made a mental note to talk to him about this shepherding business. He was controlling and while she didn't really mind his brand of control, it was something he needed to keep in check.

Back with the uncles, Marci was hoping they wouldn't start making wedding plans again. She wasn't sure she could handle a conversation about her love life. Looking out to the patio (yes, that patio again), she saw Drew, arms crossed defensively over his chest. He was looking down at 

Keri while she said something using expansive hand gestures. Neither of them looked pleased. Marci closed her eyes momentarily and looked away.

Seeing Brian at the other end of the room, she excused herself from the uncles and made a beeline for him. He didn't see her approaching and he walked on outside. She followed him but stilled at the doors when she saw he had company. Not wanting to interrupt man talk, she was about to turn when Brian and the unknown man kissed. Shocked and slightly turned on, Marci turned back on her heel and watched as the two men made out passionately.

Marci had not seen that one coming! She'd been friends with the guy all her life and still somehow failed to see any signs thereof?! Somehow as if sensing her gaze, the two men broke apart and looked in her direction. She smiled guiltily and started to turn again in order to walk back into the house.

"Marci!" Brian's call stopped her in her tracks. She stood still while they both approached her. The other guy looked vaguely familiar though she couldn't quite place him. Sleepy guy? She wasn't entirely sure. 

"This is Carl. I am sure you can fill in the rest." Brian told her not looking the least bit uncomfortable. She was glad about that because she was uncomfortable enough for all of them. 

"Hey Carl." She said and kept quiet waiting for the boys to take up the conversation. She had no idea how one went about this. 

"Brief version: Carl and I have been seeing each other for about six months. None of the blood knows about Carl or about me being otherwise inclined sexually." Brian announced making her laugh. Well, at least the ice had been broken. Carl had an arm around Brian's shoulder and Marci thought it was the cutest thing ever. Brian was so self-sufficient; she'd never imagined him "being handled". Carl definitely looked like he could handle him though.

"Ooooh, can I watch? You know I dig men kissing. Do that for me again, I could use the distraction." She cooed at them and they laughed. She was serious though but chose not to pursue it further. They made a gorgeous couple, she noted as she looked at them together. Carl was about the same height as Drew which made him a little taller than Brian. Dark smooth skin, eye lashes that most women would die for and that don't-give-damn stance that many found hard to even fake.

"Carl, this is Marci. Drew's girlfriend and I think future wife." Brian introduced and Marci snorted. Trying to look into the house and see if Drew was done with "his wife". She couldn't see them where she'd left them. Her mind filled with visions of Drew and Keri having sex in her car and she shuddered. Eeeewwwww! Though why she should be territorial about a man who was clearly not hers was not clear. 

"Let me go get Drew, that Keri woman makes me want go shoot a deer or something." Marci said and Brian frowned.

"Keri's here?" he asked no one in particular. 

"Who's Keri?" Carl asked. Marci looked at Brian, the accusation in her eyes very much palpable.

"Drew's wife. Well, sort of. Let's just say it's complicated." He told both her and Carl.

"Drew's is married to Keri. Marci is his girlfriend. And there's no blood splattered on the wall? Wow, you guys are more open minded than I gave you credit for." Carl chuckled. On another day it would be funny, not today.

"So are you two going to make out for me or do I have to get you all drugged up and drunk first?" she asked hoping for lighter subject matter. To her surprise, Brian and Carl each took an arm of hers and led her further into the garden, out of sight of the main house.

It started off as a light kiss. Their lips were barely touching and Marci found it incredibly erotic. Then the mouths opened and Marci was glad they were so engrossed in each other that they couldn't notice her staring to a point of rudeness. Carl groaned, deepening the kiss. He moved his tongue against Brian's slowly. Brian put his hands into Carl's shirt and Marci could see the hands alternately moving along the other man's back and chest.

Brian turned briefly and looked at Marci who was just about drooling. He blushed and Marci chuckled. She was surprised at how husky her chuckle sounded. As Carl groaned at the feel of Brian's hands on him, he moved his head and started to kiss the neck. He nipped the tender flesh there, kissing it and soothing it with his hot tongue.

Carl's wandering hands found the bulge in Brian's pants. Marci wasn't sure she was supposed to watch this much but she couldn't tear her gaze away. She could feel herself getting wet. Emitting a nervous sound in her throat, she signed to them that she was leaving and fled to reconstitute herself. She'd managed to forget for a few minutes that she had huge problems of her own to sort out. The quicker, the better.

Marci shuddered for the millionth time that night and made a beeline for Drew inside the house. She was curious as hell about her married lover. One last look at Carl and Brian made her smile however. It was always nice when two people who liked each other got together.

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Marci got into the house and found Keri touching Drew's arm in a distinctly annoying and familiar manner. She wanted to throw sharp objects at the beautiful woman. That would be assault with a dangerous weapon; she told herself and went to the kitchen instead. She could still see Brian and Carl outside, holding hands and she tilted her head in affection. 

Drew's mother spent a lot of time and money on her garden and it showed. While no one could ever accuse Marci of having green fingers, she could tell that the garden hadn't happened by accident. It was carefully planned and well tended to. She could smell the jasmines from outside and she inhaled deeply. Was she ever going to smell jasmines and not think of this household?

"Penny for them." A voice said behind her and she whirled around to face Drew. He had a slight rueful smile and she returned it with one of her own.

"I was wondering if I'd ever smell jasmine and not think of you and your family." She admitted.

"I hope not." He whispered and she looked at him curiously. She was dying to throw about twenty questions his way but held her tongue. This was his story; he was going to have to tell it at his own pace.

"Start at the part where you are married." She finally prodded when he wasn't taking charge of the conversation. He was trying to gauge her, she knew it.

"I am married. I married Keri in haste, I'm repenting all the more bitterly now." He quipped with a wry smile. Marci still couldn't bring her eyes to look at him straight in the eye. She wasn't sure he'd like what he saw in her eyes. She was deeply disappointed in him. She felt betrayed and worse, she felt like a stupid little girl being tossed around.

"I don't want to discuss this here Marci. I'm a little shy would you believe it? I don't want you to loose your temper with all these people around; I don't want the world privy to your disdain for me." Drew asked quietly as she fiddled with her empty glass. 

She had turned and was still looking out of the window. Brian and Carl had settled back onto one of the short bench type seats in the garden. Brian had Carl's arm around him and he was laughing at something the other one had said. It was ironic that Brian's little hiccup seemed mellow compared to hers. 

"What exactly is Keri doing here?" she asked turning around again to watch Drew who was propped on the island in the middle of the room. 

"I am not too sure. She says she's here for a visit but nothing is ever that simple with her. I'll find out. I need to talk to you alone, in a quiet place. I want your undivided attention."

Marci wasn't too sure about being sequestered. Drew seemed to be doing a lot of that to her. She didn't think it was ill intentioned, it was just, well Drew. He was possessive. Marci nodded in agreement and asked with her eyes where it was going to be.

Coming closer to her, Drew put his arms around her and kissed the top of her head. It relaxed Marci a little and she leaned further into him. He smelled great. And his chest was still heart stopping.

"Keri's gone to a hotel after a conversation that was quite uncomfortable. Want to go for a ride with me?" Drew asked her gently, lifting her chin so he could look into her eyes.

"I'm not so sure Drew. You drive like a lunatic and you make a lunatic out of me when you co-drive." She chuckled and he laughed out loud. It was a good sound to hear. She realised it was sound she'd rarely heard from him. That should be remedied, even if it was by another person. 

"I promise to let you drive in peace." He said stepping back and raising his hand like he was swearing in court. She laughed, grabbed the keys from him and was led out through the back gate to Nathan's car. Hmmm.......Marci thought to herself as she started her ex's car with his brother seated next to her.

"You look so hot! Keri said I should be arrested for cradle snatching." Drew told her suddenly and she felt her cheeks grow warmer. She was glowing in his attention and compliments. It made her feel like a teenager around him all over again.

"So, married, huh?" she asked in reply and he chuckled.

"Yes. Been married about seven years. Let's get to Pride Rock first then I'll fill you in. I am so sorry however that you met her before I got to tell you what's up." As they drove out of the pretty lane, Marci thought she saw Keri talking to Nathan but she didn't want to run herself and Drew off the road so she kept her eyes on the road.

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Pride Rock was named after the rock in The Lion King. Marci had discovered it as a young girl and frequently went there when things were overwhelming. She'd shared it with Brian and Nathan which was probably how Drew knew about it. She'd never taken Drew there or rather; the chance had never come to do so. It was on a secluded part of the beach and sort of carved into the rock interface. She found it peaceful and the crashing waves had a soothing effect on her nerves even at their most jarred. It was the perfect place for the weird conversation about to happen.

"Come here. I want you in my arms while we talk. I cannot risk the chance of you running out into the ocean or something like that." Drew told her. She allowed him to settle her in front of him, between his legs on the soft sand.

"I met Keri while I was travelling. Usual story. Boy meets girl, girl charms the hell out of boy, boy and girl get married, and boy and girl discover they are completely incompatible thereafter."

As always he was a man of few words. That sounded like a logical story. Marci nodded and waited. He had to give her some details. Like perhaps why Keri had referred to herself as his wife. 

"We aren't divorced because I was lazy. Never got around to doing the whole lawyer thing." He supplied to her unasked question. 

"She's very pretty." Marci noted looking out to the ocean. It was getting chilly and she snuggled closer to Drew. 

"She works hard at it." Came the dry comment. Marci chuckled and then felt guilty for it. She was being catty.

Noticing her shivering, Drew started rubbing his hands up and down her sides. 

"She also wants you back." Marci told him evenly.

"I know." He muttered off handed making Marci twist between his legs to look at him. He avoided her eyes and she turned back. 

"What's more worrying is how calmly you are taking this. You should be throwing a hissy fit about now. Unless of course being "the other woman" turns you on?" he asked seriously.

"I'll throw a fit. Just not now. Now it won't help and won't be as dramatic as I want it to be. But yes, Drew, I am pissed that you wouldn't tell me something so important. This whole thing with Nathan and I is just about to sort of settle down and now I hear you're married. Is there no rest for the weary?" she told him in her calmest voice. 

"Ok, I'll sort all this logically later. For now, tell me about Brian's love life. He's been under radar on that front. I am suddenly very curious." She asked Drew seriously while replaying the scene from earlier in her head.

"Ah.....you met Carl." Drew chuckled and Marci turned to look at him fully. 

"You know?" she asked, "Brian said no one knew."

"I'm not the complete idiot he thinks I am. I've known for a while. What can I say, military intelligence?" Drew murmured into hair. He moved even closer to her and she could feel his erection pressing against her back. He was turned on? This, in spite of all the drama that was going on? 

"Let's go for a swim!" Marci said suddenly needing to expel some of the tension in her body and also free her mind from the drama that had become her life. Before he could reply, she stood up and pulled off her dress in one smooth move. In the moonlight she turned to look at him both cheekily and challengingly. She made sure that he caught a tantalizing glimpse of her body then ran giggling into the water.

He made little of taking his clothes off and ran in after her. The water was warm and the surf was out. Perfect. She was careful not to go in too deep, remembering numerous tales of people who misjudged the Malindi currents and didn't end too well. Kneeling in the water, she let it move around her, like a massage and splashed Drew when he finally caught up to her. That was a mistake. His return splash was more like a tidal wave literally knocking her off her knees and under the water.

When she'd regained balance, she stood in the water and faced him.

"Good fucking grief Marci. You look like a water nymph." Drew whispered moving closer to her. She loved the awe-like quality in his voice. It made her tingle. For these moments, she was going to forget Nathan, Keri, Brian, and Mila. Actually just about everyone else on earth. 

Taking the initiative, she put her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply. She may never get the chance again if Keri got what she wanted! Groaning at that bad thought, Marci kissed a startled Drew even more intensely. 

"Fuck me Drew." She whispered in his ear as she ground herself even closer to him. She was pleased to feel his erection against her stomach. He digs me, was her smug thought as he grunted and just about dragged her to the waters edge. 

"I am going to make you scream for me Marci... and cum so hard, over and over...my life's mission." Drew promised making Marci shiver in anticipation.

She could feel herself immediately getting hot and wet and closed her eyes telling him how crazy he was driving her.

She was soon moaning deeply you as Drew slowly run fingers over her clit, finding it at first touch. Marci pressed her hips into his hand wondering how long her legs would last. Drew seemed to read her thoughts because he took her back to the rock surface of Pride Rock and gently laid her down, parting her knees. The ocean breeze tingled in her pussy and she squirmed making Drew laugh.

"You are so wet for me baby." He stated unnecessarily as he lowered his head between her thighs. She twisted her fingers through his hair, noting how much it had grown since his vacation had begun. He ran his tongue up and down her folds, licking every bit of moisture and starting all over again as she got wet yet again. 

"God! That feels good Drew." She gasped through breaths and pulled his head up. He chuckled and slid up along her body so that she was pressed beneath him. She ignored the hard rock beneath her as she enjoyed Drew running his hands all over her body. 

Drew got off her and put her on her hands and knees.

"I don't want you bruised because of the rock. Brian might see it and descend upon me with blows." He said making her laugh out loud.

Slowly, he rubbed his cock against her clit, using her wetness to slide easily in circles over it. Marci moaned in pleasure as he pressed the head of his cock slowly into her dripping wet pussy. When he rammed in to the hilt, Marci cried out loud at the sweet invasion. He thrust in hard and fast complimenting her moans with groans of his own. She could feel him restraining himself from cumming and it secretly pleased her that she made him grasp for control whenever they had sex. It was flattering and such a turn on.

"Baby just cum, you can always sex me up again later." She told him as she turned to get a glimpse of his face in the moonlight. He looked so handsome kneeling between her legs, his face crunched up as with one final thrust he came inside her. Marci could feel the sticky warmth inside her and she moaned as well, feeling tingles covering her body from head to toe.

"You are the best girlfriend ever!" Drew told her and Marci couldn't help glowing at the compliment.

"I'm the other woman; of course I'm an intense turn on." She remarked with a smirk at him. It earned her a slap on the ass. 




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They lay together for a long time, not wanting the moment to end. Finally he suggested that they go when he felt her shiver for the fourth or so time. They dressed, and he gave her a possessive kiss.

"Don't freak out about Keri, I'll handle her. But you need to be a little careful about and around her; she's not exactly Miss Congeniality, ok?"

* * * 

"Marci, I need to talk to you." Her mother's quiet voice said on the phone and Marci froze in Drew's arms. Stepping out of them, she motioned to Drew to get her a drink while she sat down in the kitchen and inhaled. She knew that tone of voice, it wasn't a happy one. Her mother must have somehow found out about her and Nathan and the fact that Drew was married. Malindi was a small town, news passed on faster than lightening.

"Hey Mom. How are you and Dad?" she asked in her chirpiest voice though she knew it sounded thin. 

"We're fine. Actually it's Chris who wants to talk to you. Restrain yourself ok baby girl?" she asked and Marci knew her step father was about to rip into her. She forgot she was on phone and nodded.

"Marci?"

"Yes Mom, I'll restrain myself." She assured her mother and waited for Chris to get on the phone.

"Marci? How are you doing?" he asked first and Marci had to smile at the man's politeness. No wonder he'd endeared himself to her mother and her; he was such a gentleman, never forgetting his manners.

"I'm fine Dad. You?"

"I am okay baby-girl. Now, what's this business about you the Montague boys? Drew is old enough to father you. How's Nathan handling it?" he asked in quick succession.

"Dad, seriously? That's an exaggeration surely. He's not that old, he cannot be my father. Nathan's as fine as he can be under the circumstances. Mila's not so hot though." Marci told him, making sure to keep her voice on an even keel as Drew watched her with barely concealed amusement.

"You know, when you decided to be with Nathan, I always thought it was just a phase. That's why I let it slide; I knew you'd get over it and maybe find someone more compatible on a long term basis. With Drew I don't think I can afford that luxury. I can't tell you who to date and all but I can tell you this, I am not happy about it. Drew is trouble and you know it. And yes, I was told about the Keri woman. Shame on you Marci, I thought we raised you better than adultery." 

Marci's eyes kept widening as he progressed with his speech. She was feeling very defensive and wanted to explain herself to him. How could she start however without referring overtly to sex? At the "shame on you" she breathed in deeply to stop herself from lashing out. He was right to some extent with regards to content; she just had slight issue with the condescending delivery. 

"Dad..." she started but he cut her off.

"Marci, there's absolutely no defence for your actions and you know that, that's why you haven't lashed out in holy righteous anger yet. I know you, you forget that sometimes. I am terribly disappointed in you. We'll be home sometime tomorrow. I'll talk to you then. Your mother says to kiss you goodnight. Love you." He said and hung up. She wasn't given time to reply.

"Pissed?" Drew asked and she nodded in the affirmative, "He also knows you're married. I'm headed to the pits of hell for abetting you in your adulterous ways."

"Shit! Marci, I'm sorry. How did he know so fast?" Drew wondered out loud. 

Marci shrugged her shoulders, she didn't know. However, Malindi was notoriously small and it wouldn't surprise her that someone at the party had felt the need to call her parents immediately they'd ran into Keri. Probably the same person who gave them the low down on the mess that was her love life. Marci was actually more troubled about her father's dislike of Drew. It sounded like he either knew more about Drew than she did or there was more to his dislike, for instance race issues. Whatever the case, Marci knew tomorrow's conversation was going to be very uncomfortable for both of them.

"Today is like the worst day ever. Someone called and all my demons came sprinting. You know what, I was going to do this later but I think I'd rather you heard it from me rather than him. Let's talk" He muttered more to himself but Marci heard him nonetheless. She sent him a speculative look. He avoided her eye and she knew she was not going to be so eager to go to Florence afterwards.

"What's "it"?" she asked with trepidation. He kept quiet and looked at her for a moment before sighing deeply.

"I told you I was in the foreign legion. It wasn't as sexy as that sounds. The writing is for exorcism purposes. I have demons. Your father knows some of them."

"My father knows? Drew, do you know how juvenile you are making me look in front of not only my parents but everyone else who knows about your various little and not-so-little secrets. You come into town, sweep me off my feet, pursue me relentlessly until I break up with my boyfriend then you produce a wife. My father thinks I am an idiot, I have broken Nathan's heart and my best friend isn't entirely comfortable with me anymore. I'm done." 

With that rant, she took the keys from the table top and stormed out of the house. Half way down the drive way, she realised that she hadn't even found out what these "demons" were. Silly girl, the rant should have come after the full facts.

"Marci, come on. Talk to me." Drew said rather loudly behind her and she realised he'd followed her out. She turned and fixed him with a look. He stood still and eyed her warily. He knew her well enough not to bullshit her at this particular juncture.

"Marci, you shouldn't forget that I love you. In the midst of all the drama and moral conflicts, I don't want you to forget that."

"It's not enough Drew. It's not. I'm done. Being with you is exhausting me. My parents, your parents, your brothers, Mila, Keri. Too much. I'll be heading back to Nairobi tomorrow. It's time I took charge of my fucking life. Pun intended. " She told him and handed Nathan's car keys back to him. He didn't take them. She knew he wouldn't bulge so she walked closer to him, kissed his cheek gently, ignored the flinch and placed the keys in the breast pocket of his shirt. 

"Marci, you can't." he said slowly.

"You see that's another thing, you keep telling me what to do. Stop that. Please don't do that whole pressure thing with me; I'll resent you if I eventually fold."

"I'm sorry I come across that way, not my intention at all. Have a good one." He said stalking stiffly away from her. 

Her heart felt like it had been literally cut with a really sharp knife. It was physically painful and threatening to burst out of her chest cavity. The sight of him walking towards the car was making things worse. Marci couldn't see clearly through the haze of tears as she went back into her house and sank down behind the closed kitchen door. The tears fell down in torrents as she heard herself crying in the big kitchen. When had Malindi become such a sad place? She had to get out and lick her shame far from home.



Drew Ch. 08



She looked at him with a wicked gleam and he smiled in anticipation. She knew he loved the moments when she was a little more aggressive in bed. Taking his hands up and over his head, she pinned them there as best as she could considering how small her hands were. 

"Promise to keep them there." She urged in a whisper as she ran small kisses up and down his neck. He nodded enthusiastically making me chuckle. The hoarse raspy chuckle sounded like it was from someone else, not her.

Dragging herself down his body, she placed little kisses all over his torso, lapped a little at his belly-button and proceeded to between his thighs. It was rare that she got a chance to ogle him so completely.

"You are such a beautiful man." She breathed as she inched his legs apart and teasingly kissed his inner thighs. She moved alternately between them making sure her hair brushed against his cock. It twitched in response and she was pleased with her effect on him.

"Can I touch you at least?" he rasped out. She looked straight at him from between his thighs and shook her head. This brought a deep groan from him as she felt his body deliberately trying to relax. She took his cock in her hand and ran her tongue teasingly along the length of him. 

She hopped he would stay put, she really was curious about his body. Finished with her brief inspection of the goods so to speak, she finally took him into her mouth. He was large and she really couldn't fit all of him down her throat. That frustrated her a little, she wanted to deep throat the guy. 

Drew on his part wasn't complaining. His hands were held tightly above his head though his pelvis was moving off the bed at an increasing rate. Marci almost gagged and pulled him out for a brief second. She blew gently against him and he shouted this time.

"You aren't playing fair babes." He gritted through is teeth as her mouth sank back on his impossibly hard dick. She lapped her tongue around him experimentally and when he groaned even deeper, she did it more enthusiastically. He was such an ego trip for her, she only hoped it was real and would perhaps last. She sucked him harder and slightly faster.

She could feel his balls tighten and she guessed he could too. He ignored her protest when he lowered his hands and grabbed her. Making her straddle him, he entered her slower than she had thought he was capable of. He was deliberate, slow; teasing her and making her clit literally ache. Reaching between them he flicked her clit really fast. With all the wetness, it was exquisite to feel his finger slide against her. She came almost immediately. "I like feeling you come on me. Best feeling ever. And I like to cum inside you." He told her before he turned her over and pounded into her with energy she didn't think he had. He cum with a guttural growl and she could feel him lodged deep inside her, filling her with his liquid heat.

The phone ringing jarred Marci out of the intense reverie. She felt herself grow warm but that was soon dealt with by the air conditioning of the law firm she worked at. Picking up the phone, she heard the receptionist sigh deeply. She apologised knowing that it had probably been ringing for a while.

"Call for you from Brian Montague." The receptionist told Marci cutting off her mumbled apology. Marci felt a little heart flutter but picked up anyway. The last person she wanted to talk to was the object of her erotic fantasies in the middle of the day. 

It had been six weeks since she'd left Malindi in a huff and gone back to the big city. Immersing herself in work had made sure she wasn't spending too much time thinking about her three week vacation from hell. She hadn't spoken to any of the Montague boys either. 

"Hello gorgeous, you can't hide any longer!" Brian announced as the phone transfer was clicked.

"I'm not hiding sweets, just needed to get a grip that's all." She answered with a smile. It was good to hear from Brian. If she knew one thing, it was that he was in her corner. 

"So, I call because I am in Nairobi. Carl and I were wondering if you felt up to cocktails with us?" he asked and she could hear traffic noises in the background. Looking at her watch, she decided that it was time to clock off anyway. She'd been working way too hard these last few weeks.

"Sure. If you're in town already don't get a cab, come by my office." She told him.

After hanging up and clearing her desk, she rolled off instructions to her pupil and prepared to leave. She'd decided to take Friday off as well. Drinking with Brian always left her hangovered for about two days. She not only needed the drink but she also wanted to bask in Brian's affection for her. He was so good for her soul.

Brian and Carl were in her office in ten minutes and she was so happy to see them. 

"Bri-Bri!" she squealed in delight to the amusement of her pupil who was still in the office. 

"Stop calling me that, it makes me sound soooo gay!" Brian complained good-naturedly giving her a kiss. Carl got another squeal out of her by lifting her off the ground completely. Marci guessed he'd decided to love the people Brian loved. That was a good thing she thought as she lapped up the warmth in his hug.

Brian spun her around and announced a change of plans immediately. He decided that instead of going for drinks, they'd do a leisurely dinner first. Marci pouted because she was really looking forward to getting blitzed. Plus the added noise level of a bar would have made it annoying to have a tête-à-tête about her debacle with Drew. Oh well, it was always nice to spend time with Brian and if it got uncomfortable, he was nice enough to let it go. Of that, she was assured.

Driving the men through some really heavy traffic, they exchanged pleasantries and small chit chat.

"How's Mila doing, pregnancy treating her well?" she asked affably not really sure she cared about the answer.

"She got rid of it. She freaked out I guess. You can imagine how Nathan took that." Brian smirked. Marci's eyes widened in disbelief. She had no strong feelings about abortion on the whole but Nathan was a whole other story. He was even a member and regular contributor to some pro-life causes in Malindi. He would never have allowed it if he had known about it beforehand. 

"You are kidding! She slept with the guy and somehow evaded the pro-life lecture?" Marci asked the boys incredulously. 

"Go figure." Brian shrugged nonchalantly. It seemed no one really cared about that particular story. That said Marci made a mental note to check on Nathan soon. The poor man must be in his personal hell about now, he could a friend. Even if that friend was his ex.

"Drew's still around by the way. He's writing something and says Malindi is helping the creative juices flow along." Carl informed her and she stopped herself from turning to give him an uncomfortable and not entirely friendly look. 

They weren't supposed to outright discuss Drew. It was understood by implication that she didn't want to. She wasn't ready. Since she'd left Malindi, she hadn't talked to anyone about it. All her friends had stayed behind in Malindi and even when they had called, she'd kept off the Drew conversation. Apart from a few scathing observations from Natalie, they'd pretty much left her alone.

"Oh, good for him." She said quietly making Brian chuckle in amusement. He knew she was still very touchy about Drew. 

"What about you? Doing ok, freeing bad guys and making corporations richer?" Brian asked.

"Yeah, you know me, it's my life's ambition to depopulate the prisons and deplete all non-renewable energy sources!" she answered with a laugh thanking Brian silently for moving off the Drew topic. She was still trying to take in the fact that he hadn't yet left for Florence as they had planned. She was dying to ask about Keri though. Had the other woman managed to strike gold with Drew second time round? Most likely. Marci couldn't see many men resisting her, she was almost surreally beautiful. And Marci knew both from experience and dare she say, TV, that men could be amazingly blind to bitchiness in a woman if she was beautiful enough. And Keri was more than beautiful enough, she was traffic stopping.

They arrived at a lovely Italian restaurant and settled into the comfortable seats. Marci asked for a glass of white wine but Brian stopped her. 

"Juice maybe?" he asked and she looked at him in bewilderment.

"Are you like on some religious trip I don't know about? First you decide against cocktails, which you know I love. Then now we can't have wine?" she asked pouting again and he laughed.

"No, my religion currently is sitting beside me. But you shouldn't drink in your condition." He added with a small laugh.

"What condition? I'm not hypoglycaemic as far as I know." She retorted genuinely wondering where he was going with this.

"Okay my blond friend, let's go step by step." Carl interjected making her swivel to watch him. 

"You my gorgeous and defensive belle are preggers." Carl told her calmly. She looked at him in shock. Initially it was shock at the familiarity of the statement. 

Unless someone is your doctor or mother, they don't get the privilege of telling you that you are expectant. Second was the fact that the thought hadn't crossed her mind at all. She'd missed a period somewhere there but had attributed it to stress. When she was stressed she didn't eat too well, didn't sleep much etc so usually she missed her period. 

She looked instinctively at her stomach and saw no outward sign. Hr breasts did seem a little fuller but she thought it was the Victoria Secrets bra working its magic. Then she looked questioningly at the men who were watching her with concern and some degree of amusement.

"Oh fuck!" she cursed loud enough for a couple of people on the nearby tables turned to look at her. She didn't even have the grace to be abashed though normally she would have apologised. Fuck, fuck, fuck! A baby? She had never really thought thus far into the future.

"I think that's how you got pregnant in the first place." Carl quipped and chuckled at his own wit. It quickly died when Marci shot him a narrowed look. Brian's mirth had died somewhat and he was looking more concerned by the moment.

"Oh God Brian, my life is so so over." She mock wailed making Brian finally laugh out. 

"Oh get a grip girl. Your mother raised you single-handed until Chris came along, she didn't die." He reasoned and she felt a sense of déjà vu. She had had the same conversation with Nathan the last time she saw him at the party. Wow, talk about having to use your own advice.

"Please, whatever you do, do not tell Drew. Or Nathan for that matter." She pleaded with both Carl and Brian. She felt so cheapened by the idea that she may be pregnant and wasn't too sure who the father was. How sluttish could a girl get? 

"Of course not sweetie, that's your job. In the meantime, you have been liberated from every diet and can now proceed to eat like a pig in lieu of....you know. What's better than Italian food for gorging?" Brian offered with a weak laugh. Marci shrugged and motioned for the waiter. If she couldn't drink just yet, she was bloody well going to OD on cheese, salsice and olives!

After they had had ordered what sounded like a mini- buffet, they sat down in silence as thoughts ran through Marci's head. First thing in the morning, she was seeing her gynae; she had to know for sure. Second thing, try and figure out who was her partner in parental irresponsibility. That should be easier once her pregnancy was confirmed and told how many weeks she was. Thinking about it for a moment though, she knew Drew was the culprit. She felt even angrier at him as the thought crossed her mind.

"Stop frowning so hard, it gives you wrinkles." Carl chided after she had kept silent for longer than polite company would allow.

"I'm getting wrinkled either way. Do you know what kind of attention babies demand?" she asked still frowning. 

"Oh please, I'm sure you'll be Heidi Klum, love it and be like THE poster mom." Brian retorted and they all laughed. Dinner had the forced joviality of a Christmas dinner around too much family. Marci just wanted to go home and sleep forever.

*** The knock was loud in the stillness than only comes at about 2am in the morning. Marci wasn't amused. They'd barely been in the house an hour after dinner and had settled into semi sleep. She didn't think it was polite to let her house guests go get the door. 

She met Carl and Brian also making their way to the door through the living room. Carl was ahead and Brian hung back a little. Marci also waited while Carl opened her door.

"Marci? I think we have a problem." He stated with an amused face as he turned and left whoever was at the other end to enter. 

Drew looked like a hobo! His hair had made strides in the growth department and was uncombed. Not the nice Johnny Depp I-ran-my-fingers-through-my-hair way. It was more of I-am-a-pot-head-and-love-reggae. His eyes were unfocused and yet he still managed to find her and make a beeline for her. She instinctively moved back and he stopped. He looked hurt, injured even as he looked at her leaning slightly against the archway that was between the sitting room and the rest of the house. 

"Andrew, what's with you?" Brian asked on the verge of laughter. Marci wasn't seeing the funny in this at all. She held herself wondering how Drew had found her house in the first place. Only Brian knew where she lived. Even Nate had never been to her Nairobi house. Brian was in big trouble.

"Hey Marci." He slurred, ignoring his brother. 

"Hi Drew. It's way past visiting hours surely?" she asked calmly. He smiled and made the last few steps towards her. Ignoring her hands held out defensively, he hugged her. He smelt like a brewery. She almost gagged in reflex but let him have his hug nonetheless. Minus the smell, it felt really nice to have his arms around her. She'd gotten used to them without really realising it! It was like homecoming.

"Came to see you." He told her pulling back. "I have missed you so so much."

"Very romantic Drew. You are a regular Lothario. Do you want coffee or a shower first?" Brian asked from the other end of the room when it became clear Marci wasn't going to respond.

"Will you shut up Brian?!" Drew shouted and they all cringed. It was very quiet that time of the night and his voice carried. 

"Drew, my neighbours like me, let's keep it that way, huh?" Marci told him firmly and he smiled at her again.

"I like you too, can we keep it that way?" he asked peering at her as if there was too much light in the dimly lit room. Carl and Brian both snorted making Drew throw them a killing glare. Deciding the drama was too entertaining, the boys settled comfortably on her floor cushions and watched her and Drew staring at each other.

"Oh, I brought you this." He said feeling his pockets for something. He produced a badly folded white envelop and handed it to her. She took it hesitantly and opened it just as hesitantly. Seeing the coat of arms at the top of the document, she immediately knew what it was.

"Decree Nissi. I think you're the one supposed to keep it?" she asked handing it back to him. He didn't bulge. 

"I have my copy. I need that shower." He stated walking past her into her bedroom at the far end of the small corridor. What was he, a homing pigeon? She heard him loudly rummage through her bathroom clutter and turn on the shower. She hoped the water was cold; he needed a very cold shower.

"May I just say Brian, pregnant women have been acquitted on temporary insanity pleas for homicides committed while expecting. Be warned. When I find out who told him where I live, 300 will look like a chic flick." She warned and walked quickly towards her bedroom. She could hear Drew groan and crash more stuff as he took his shower. 

"Drew, please keep it down. Tomorrow is a working day and my neighbours are really nice people." She pleaded as she slightly shut the bathroom door so he could have his privacy somewhat. So much for that, she thought as she sat on the bed and watched him walk out of the shower naked. He seemed unabashed and smiled at her ruefully as he looked around for something decent to wear.

"Would you like one of my t-shirts?" she asked with a slight smile. She wasn't ready to do the full smile just yet. He had to apologise first. Then she'd crack a smile for him. 

"Yeah, it will go really well with the black pantyhose I brought." He snorted and tied one of her towels around his waist. He looked so good. Yummy! Thought Marci as he plopped himself on her bed and looked at her.

"So, blow up. You've been this dormant but active volcanic force the last few weeks. I could feel it even though you weren't talking to me." He accused.

"You're the one who told me to have a good one!" she protested. 

"I meant trip you paranoid schizophrenic! Why would I let you go after all I have put you through? Or do you think I get off melodrama?" he asked. He looked so sincere her eyes welled up a little. Why hadn't she noticed the change? Her hormones were doing things to her. Like making her want to cry when Drew looked at her. What the hell?!

Pushing her back on the bed, he slowly kissed her. She resisted. Drew made things too easy. He didn't seem to plague himself with questions like she did herself. She was going to die one of those tortured souls still trying to answer questions like "Do I really exist?"

"I can see the hamster running around turning your wheels." Drew told her softly as he let go of her lips for a bit. He chuckled and before she could protest, he resumed kissing her. And he did smell better now. She let herself relax into his kiss. It felt familiar and warm and right. She still felt a niggling at the back of her head but Drew quickly chased it away when he kissed her deeper. She groaned and stopped pretending she hadn't missed him. She had, absolutely, totally and irrevocably. She'd deal with prenatal issues later. Right now, decree nissi in hand and all, Drew was hers for the taking.

"I've missed you so much. Did you miss me?" he asked when they stopped for a breather. She nodded, unable to answer coherently. He pulled back and rolled back the duvet. Urging her to get in, he three off his towel and got in beside her.

"You do know that I will still rip your head off in the morning about showing up at my door drunk and disorderly, don't you?" she asked as he pulled her closer. He nodded in laughter and turned her so they could cuddle.

"I really don't want to misperform so I'll save it for another time." He told her as she made a surprised sound. She was so ready to go. For the moment, reality had been suspended and she as willing to feel him again, if only for the last time.

"Men! Ego!" she snorted and settled into him properly. In the chill of Nairobi, it felt good having him there. Six weeks was a long time! To his credit, he did muzzle her neck until she was giggling instead of full on turned on. It broke the earlier tension and expending all that giggly energy actually made her fall asleep much faster than she would have ordinarily.

*** She woke up to the sound of Drew drawing her curtain open. Looking in alarm at her bedside clock which showed 8.40am, she jumped out of bed. Drew was regarding her with amusement as she tried to clear the head rush that followed jumping out of bed. Then it hit Marci that she was a complete idiot.

She should have known she was pregnant when she stopped craving her morning cigarette. That should have alerted her considering she'd not made any deliberate decision to quit yet. 

"No cigarette to calm the head rush? And Brian says you took the day off. Relax. Unless of course you are rushing to throw up?" he asked leaning very very casually against her table. She stopped mid jump and looked at him squarely. Shock was not an adequate word. Did everyone know?




Drew Ch. 08



"No Drew, I am not having a bout of morning sickness. I had forgotten about the day off." She said slowly getting back into the bed. He'd left the casual stance at the dresser and moved to stand over her. She cowered back into the duvet and smiled sweetly.

It was then she noticed he was still naked. Turning warm all over, she felt her heart beat faster as he sank into the bed next to her. He didn't make a move to get closer and she almost sighed with relief. 

"You know, if you had tried to deny that you are having my baby, I had a plan." He noted with a smile as he rolled onto his back and looked up at the ceiling. She snorted in an unladylike manner.

"I haven't confirmed that I am pregnant or that it is indeed your baby but your talk about "a plan" is so much more intriguing. Enlighten me." She told him. 

"I was going to stick around and make sure I got you pregnant." He told her simply. She flipped over to her tummy and looked at him incredulously. She was about to spew forth a string of expletives when he turned around suddenly and pinned her under him. IT was so quick she made a mental note to do a stint with the foreign legion herself.

"You know I would have done it, even with you at your paranoid best!" he smirked before placing a gentle kiss on her lips. 

"Not so fast stud, I still want to hear about your demons. I can't go on avoiding my folks. They are like the Flying Squad. They'll swoop and turn my world up side down with their grown up sensibilities." She told him gently pushing him off.

"OK. I can understand where you are coming from. Are you still angry with me? I need to know if I should tie you to the bed." He chuckled turning slightly to look at her straight in the eye. She was learning him. It was his way of asking her not to leave. Well, at least until he had finished his piece.

"By the way, I have been having the dirtiest thoughts about you. I can't seem to stop. Are you haunting me?" he asked trying to ease up the seriousness of the conversation.

"Ditto." Always honest Marci flushed when he fixed her a sudden dimpled grin. She knew exactly what was on his mind. 

"Ok, matters at hand. You know about Keri. That's dealt with. I did medicine first. Fell into a drug habit. That's what your father knows. That I am a drug addict. Messed up but didn't kill anyone. But my folks were spending a lot of money keeping me out of jail."

Drew had sat up and was looking at her as she took it in. Following his lead, she sat up and they stared at each other.

"Drugs, huh? So you shouldn't be smoking weed at all." She noted remembering that first day they met.

"I was trying to make you comfortable and Nate had mentioned you were still smoking." Drew said by way of explanation.

"Ahhh." She said giving him a sideways glance. She wasn't quite sure that was a good enough answer. She didn't press it though. This couldn't have been an easy admission for him to make to someone he'd always known worshipped the ground he walked on. 

"Uhm, that's not all. On a more personal note, I don't particularly like what I was doing I the legion. I'll tell you as I get closure. Is that alright?" he asked calmly, still fixing her with that intense stare of his.

"Just don't forget to tell me if I should look out for mercenaries." She tried to joke. It didn't make him laugh but it made him crack a little smile.

Before he could reply, her bedside phone rang and she moved over to answer it. He didn't seem to like that judging by the grimace he threw her way. She impulsively kissed him in apology and answered the darn phone. She wished she'd obeyed his grimace and ignored it. 

"Marci? This is Keri. Is Drew there?" a cold voice said over the phone. Marci, didn't reply, she handed the phone over to Drew. He was puzzled but she just cocked her eyebrows at him and placed the phone squarely in his hand. He answered it, not politely though. 

"Yeah?" he practically snarled down the phone. Keri said something that made him frown even harder. He listened for a brief while then slammed the phone down. 

"What's up?" she asked though she wasn't sure she wanted to know.

"Keri being Keri. I'll deal with it, don't sweat it. I think it's finally time the Montague money helped me in a constructive way." He said getting off the bed and looking around for his clothes. Getting dressed quickly, he ignored her protests that they probably stunk and wore them anyway after a brief sniff.

"I'll grab some clothes on my way back. Stay put, I don't want my two babies catching a chill. Love you." He told her with a brief kiss and he was gone.



Drew Ch. 09



"Hey Marci, come grab something to eat. Carl's cooking, and it's to die for!" Brian called through the slightly open door. After Drew had left she had fallen back asleep. Glancing over at the clock beside her she found that it was about 10.15am. Groaning groggily Marci started getting out of bed.

"Just clean up your face a bit. It's just me, you, and Carl; and we're still in our PJ's." Brian added helpfully before closing the door behind him.

Moving into the bathroom she tied her hair into an untidy ponytail, quickly washed her face, and then joined the boys in the kitchen. Carl was busy slaving at the cooker in just a pair of cargo shorts. He looks yummy! Lucky Brian, Marci thought to herself.

"That's how I like them Brian," she said with a nod at Carl who was busy rummaging through her fridge, "barefoot and slaving at the stove."

Carl threw a table wipe at her and she ducked; but not quite quickly enough. It still caught her square in the face. Settling down to watch them get busy preparing brunch, Marci couldn't control the overwhelming emotions that washed over her. It was warm, smelt great and the chatter flowed easily between everyone in the room. It was all so very cosy and easy to get used to.

"Hey, you alright sweetheart?" Carl asked her with concern in his voice, noticing her distant gaze. Shaking her head slightly, she told him she was ok and grabbed the knife and fork set in front of her. 

"I'm waiting." She stated looking at both the men expectantly.

Breakfast was a noisy affair. She suspected that Carl and Brian were just trying to fill the obvious void by chattering, but she too distracted wondering what Drew was up to too pay much attention to the conversation. Most importantly, how had Keri gotten her number? Marci hated how accessible she felt. She was usually in touch with just a few people on a social level, and mostly kept to herself. 

Work, of course, was a whole different story. By its very nature she came into contact with more people than she could count daily; hence her need to isolate herself a little when she wasn't working. It had been one of the reasons she loved the house in Malindi so much.

"Who knows how Keri got my number?" she asked abruptly as Brian was clearing the dishes and Carl was audibly listing all the healthy foods Marci should make an effort to eat.

"Not from me." Brian quickly answered, looking at her curiously.

"She called you?" Carl asked with a deep frown wrinkling his face.

"Not really. She called and asked to speak to Drew. I really don't want to get involved with those two, I get the feeling I'm the one who'll get shafted." 

"Not while we're alive, Marci. Keri's pretty devious; I wouldn't put it past her to have skimmed anyone of our phones for it. She's not above petty spying." Brian told her with a shrug.

"What's their story, really? Drew just skims over it and you know him, I can't really push him into telling me anything he doesn't want to get into." She muttered resignedly.

"That's for him to tell you Marci, don't put Brian in a weird position with his bro." Carl advised from his end of the island.

"True that, although to be completely honest, I'm not sure even I have all the details. You know guys; we don't have talks about our emotions or relationships. I suspect you are the only one he's going to really tell. I may know a little more than you do, but I can bet my life you'll be the best informed of us; if you asked. The man has a weakness for you, trust me." Brian finished with a wink.

"Hmmm....why can't I like a man who isn't lusted after by half the female population? I'm jinxed and I hate it. I used to be so drama free!! Now I can barely show face in my hometown." 

"That's your choice Marci." Brian chided gently," as far as I can tell, the only person in Malindi not feeling you is Mila. Which reminds me, I should call Nate; I told him I'd speak with him later today about something. Should we invite him over?" The last question marked with a laugh.

"Why not? The more, the merrier." Carl said, laughing along with Brian.

Thinking it was probably about time she took a shower; Marci excused herself and went to her bedroom. A bath would be excellent, she though to herself as she filled it, pouring liberal amounts of bath cream in. It was still a bit nippy outside and the bath would do her good. Maybe she'd stop obsessing about what Drew could possibly be doing with Keri right now. She had tried so far not to show her jealousy too much. She wasn't a very emotional person as a rule but this whole Keri business was definitely getting to her.

"Outrageous, When I move my body, Outrageous, When I'm at a party, Outrageous, In my sexy jeans, Outrageous, When I'm on the scene, Outrageous, My sex drive, Outrageous, My shoppin' spree, Outrageous, We on a world tour, Outrageous, Let's be it, girl, Outrageous!"

Marci was practically shouting along to the song. It was probably why she didn't hear Drew enter the bathroom a few minutes into her bath. She almost drowned herself in surprise when he pulled the headphones out of her ears. Looking down at her, laughing, she couldn't tell if he was laughing at her situation, or her singing.

"You sing like Britney." He commented dryly and she threw a wet sponge at him. He's probably right, she thought

"You still buy 9 million of her badly sung albums, so I'll take that as a compliment." She retorted as he picked up the wet sponge and placed it at the sink.

"Has money solved all your problems?" she asked pointedly when he didn't speak for a few seconds.

"Feeling confrontational, or jealous, or both?" he asked, fixing her under his intense stare. It was a particularly intense stare, considering she was naked and vulnerable under the water. A quick glance told her that he'd picked up a change of clothing somewhere. He looked nice, even if a little bit too covered up for her taste.

"Jealous." She said confirmed, looking absolutely miserable.

"Baby, you have absolutely no reason to be jealous of her. It's funny, you make her absolutely livid. She's intensely jealous of you." Drew told her as he started to strip off his clothes.

"What are you doing? And what do you mean intensely jealous of me?" she asked as she watched him undress. Drew ignored her questions and got into the bath as soon as he had pulled off the last of his clothing. Ignoring any further protests from her, he arranged her between his legs, and pulled her back towards his chest so that she was leaning against him. This feels awesome is all she could think.

"Pull your legs way up sweetie." Drew whispered into her ear gently and she folded her legs, doing what he had asked. He stretched his leg out to reach the tap and turned it on, warming the water in the tub. When the first currents of blistering water reached her feet, he turned it off. All with his foot too! Talk about dexterity.

"Wow, you're dextrous!" she muttered as he tried to mix the water in the tub without spilling too much outside of the tub. Her tub was small, but when she had bought the house she wasn't thinking that a 6"2" Drew was going to be sharing a bath with her.

"Ooooh Marci, you haven't the faintest idea what I can do!" Drew told her, placing a kiss on the top of her head. "Although, to answer you, let's just say that Keri is persistent; but I'm handling it. I've told her to stay very, very far away from you. I don't want you upset by anything, least of all Keri." 

"Uhm, thank you; I think. I was just telling Brian and Carl that if I somehow ended up in the middle of your battle with Keri, I'm the one who'd get totally crushed."

"I doubt it. You're stronger than you let on. I can always see your temper just boiling. Must kill you to keep it bottled up so well." He commented, rubbing her arms gently. She smiled at him ruefully. 

"I have to hold my temper in if I'm going to work in litigation. Judges aren't polite, and contempt of court is so ambiguous a crime I wouldn't want to test its boundaries." She told him while still smiling up at him. He chuckled above her, the resulting vibration making her tingle.

"So are you going to tell me what she wanted, or will I find her lurking in my doorway one of these days?" Marci teased.

"She's negotiating alimony and shit. It's getting tedious to be honest." Drew said with a long, drawn out sigh, "She'd called from her lawyer's office. Some technicality. She wants pretty much everything I have!"

"You must have really hurt her." Marci reminded him quietly.

"I did absolutely nothing of the sort. I was faithful up until I met you, and at that point the marriage was pretty much over anyways. In any case she's the one who abandoned me, if we're keeping score here." Drew responded haughtily.

"Ok, defensive boy, let it go. Let your lawyer deal with it. Though I find it hard to believe a sane woman would leave you. You are such a good package, after all." Marci relented, sensing that he was getting worked up. She was still sure there was more to the story than he was letting on, but she would press for details later. Keri was really getting to him and in turn, getting to her.

"I called my dad's lawyer in. I think you know him.....I'm a good package? You make me sound like something off a car hire advert!" Drew complained.

"Who doesn't?" Marci answered, ignoring his complaining. "He's a bit ruthless. I faced him once in court, and I was humbled by his talent. Anyways, don't you want to be my Gucci handbag? I could show you off to the rest of the female population. It would give me so much joy! " Marci told Drew with a feline smile. He rewarded her with a deep, guffawing laugh, breaking the previous tension. Marci loved hearing him laugh. It was a great sound. She started thinking about trawling the internet for jokes for him. He needed the laughter.

The water was starting to cool again, and by silent consensus they both got out. Drew wrapped Marci in one of her towels and swept her off her feet, carrying her into the bedroom.

"Shhhhh." He commanded when she made a protesting sound while he wiped her off. Taking his time, he started by gently patting the water off her face. Then he went down to her chest, massaging her tender breasts dry, and then turning her around so he could dry her back. At this point, Marci wasn't quite sure he was the one with mens rea. She was suspended in a state of semi arousal.

When he was done towelling her, he reached for her lotion and liberally poured some into his lightly calloused hands. It was incredibly arousing to watch him idly in her dresser mirror, applying lotion to every inch of her body then rubbing scented talc on her.

"You smell pretty!" she murmured when he rubbed a small amount of lotion on her face. She reached up and lightly cupped his hands to her face. Inhaling deeply, she snuggled up to his naked body and relaxed into his arms.

"Are you coming onto me?" Drew teasingly asked her when she pressed as close as she possibly could.

"No, it's cold and you've not dressed me up." She whispered into his ear. Even on tip toe she was much shorter than him, and had to pull his head down to hers for a kiss. She kissed him slowly, enjoying the feeling of his cold lips on hers. 

Marci pushed him onto the bed with some force, eliciting a laugh from him. Taking her cue, he lay still on the bed while she climbed over on top of him. His cock was hardening as she hovered above it. As her hands skimmed lightly over it, it throbbed slightly, making her inhale in triumph.

"Smug cat." Drew murmured from beneath closed eyelids. 

She threw him a quick glance and relaxed slightly when she found that his eyes were closed. A rapt audience wasn't going to cut it for her. She was still somewhat shy about her sexuality.

She moved slightly, taking his cock in one hand. Sucking the tip slowly, she was intensely interested in the way it grew in her hand. Her lips went into a classic pout as she moved her wet mouth up and down over his hard shaft. Experimentally, she ran the tips of her fingers across his balls oh-so-lightly. He quivered and moved his pelvis, pushing more of himself into her mouth. He was large, and Marci was a little frustrated by the fact that she couldn't take all of him in. I probably just need more practice, she thought to herself with a smile.

Straddling his thigh for better leverage, she continued to suck his throbbing member in alternating hard and soft slurps. He groaned and jerked off the bed a little. Chuckling, Marci felt the familiar heat pool at the pit of her stomach, translating into wetness further south. She ground herself against his thigh and could feel the warm trail she was leaving there. He must have sensed how wet she was, because his hand delved straight for her pussy. He was touching her, but not quite the way she really needed to be touched. I have to shift to give him more access, she thought.

"Uh uh, you finish what you started, Marci. I like this dominant side of you." Drew hissed at her, holding her down when she tried to move. She shrugged off his thigh and stood beside the bed. Drew did not like that. He growled at her.

"Relax soldier. I'll be right back." She told him with a hungry kiss. He obliged grudgingly.

She went to the kitchen and was startled when Carl happened to be there, already preparing lunch.

"Do you cook all the time?" she asked incredulously, making her way to the freezer.

"Brian's out and I was bored. You can only watch so much tv." Carl answered her with a laugh.

Marci took some ice cubes and plonked them into a bowl. Carl shot her a questioning glance which she answered by batting her eyes at him, lasciviously. Taking a small ice cube into her mouth, Marci sucked on it as she walked back into the bedroom. Drew was still laying in the same position as when she had left.

"You're such a good boy for staying still." She told him with a laugh.

"Do I get a cookie?" he retorted playfully.

Laughing, she resumed her position on top of him and took the head of his positively hard dick into her mouth. She stroked him slowly, up and down, all the while playing with the ice cube against his head. He impatiently began to move his ass, getting off the mattress with increasing frequency. She knew he wasn't going to obey her for much longer. She'd seen him when he wanted something.

She continued sucking at a much slower pace. His pelvis moved up, again pushing his cock further into her mouth. She pulled back and smiled at him. It wasn't time for him to cum yet. She wanted it to end with him inside her, not outside. 

Marci straddled him roughly and rubbed her dripping wet pussy against his hard cock; eliciting a groan from both of them. She sat up further and slid him slowly into herself. Drew suddenly sat up and started to tease her breasts with his mouth. When he pulled at her nipples gently with his lips, she shuddered as an electric jolt shot through her frame.

"Lean back." Drew pleaded, "Please." He added when she hesitated.

When she had complied, he thrust himself upward into her, hard and fast. Their bodies moved well together, but Marci refused to open her eyes. She knew Drew was looking at her intently and she wasn't sure she could handle that kind of scrutiny comfortably. Drew's thrusts increased in depth and strength causing her to gasp and whimper in pleasure.

"Fuck me!." Marci moaned out loud as she opened her eyes. Her body was shaking and all of her nerve endings were tingly. Her skin seemed more alive at that moment than any other she could remember. Her legs clenched around his pelvis as she let go and gave in to the orgasm.

"I really wanted you to cum first" she whispered when she noticed Drew was still watching her. She couldn't manage to close her eyes. His were entrancing, holding hers with the various colour changes she could see swirling through his eyes. Delightful. He wasn't as unmoved as he'd have liked to be. 

When she was done shivering in ecstatic bliss he changed their positions with ease. Placing her legs on his shoulders, Drew thrust himself into her hungrily several times. He wasn't too long in cumming and Marci felt the shiver of a second orgasm shoot through her with his release. She didn't bother fighting it.

"Drew!" she cried out when it washed over her in heat filled waves. He smiled smugly and dropped his weight onto her, knocking the wind out of her. A few seconds later, he got up and led her back to the bathroom for a hose down. It was a welcome occurrence as Marci was feeling a little sticky from the intensity of the session.

"Your parents are coming in tonight. They said they'll see you tomorrow. I want to be there when you announce our child."

"What?!?" Marci sputtered as she tried unsuccessfully to get the shower jets out of her face. Drew didn't move an inch as she struggled, resulting in her pretty much drowning in the deluge of water.

"We're going to the doctor's after lunch." He added, walking out of the bathroom. Marci turned off the shower and stomped after him in shock and disbelief. 

"What's going on?" Marci asked him, ignoring the state of undress she was in; as well as the dodgy cold running through the room.

"Get dressed. You'll catch a chill that way." Drew advised calmly from the dresser where he languished, also nude.

"Fuck off Drew. My parents?"

"I called them. I told them we wanted to talk to them."

"Why would you do that Drew?" Marci shouted at him. She hadn't thought of a game plan for her parents. She couldn't deal wit that disappointed look all over again. 

"I really want to hit you right now. So instead, I'll dress and go talk to Carl. Feel free to not join us."

*********

"Seriously, won't you ever talk to me again?" Drew asked her for the millionth time during lunch. She ignored him and continued to chat casually with Carl. Brian still hadn't come back, so she offered to take him out to the mall.

"The weather is such rubbish, though, I am not sure you'll enjoy it that much. But they do serve a mean coffee at one of the eateries there." She warned as she looked for her cars keys.

Handbag ready and keys in hand, Marci closed her apartment door behind the boys and the little group walked to her car. The ride to the mall was stiff because Drew insisted on sitting in the front with her, and she still wasn't ready to talk to him. That left the only option as a rather loud conversation with Carl in the back, which she quickly gave up on

"Bathroom." She announced after they sat down in the open court area to plan what they wanted to do at the mall. Walking in small steps towards the bathrooms, Marci inhaled deeply a couple of times. Her stomach was in knots, she had a lot to think about in a short time.

"Hey Marci." A familiar voice called out from behind her as she entered the bathroom. Turning, she leaned into the wall for support when she saw who it was.

"Keri. Are you stalking Drew?" Marci asked, regaining her composure while trying to figure out if she really needed the bathroom. She wanted to run away from this woman. Conversation with Keri did not bode well for her. She couldn't really see herself getting the better of the worldly, wise, bitter Keri.

"You have the wrong end of that stick, darling." Keri snorted derisively with a smile. The smile wasn't as creepy as the last one she'd accorded Marci, but it was equally potent. It had a wealth of meaning, or in Marci's case, mystery behind it. Keri moved closer to Marci, until the shorter girl had to actually crane her neck upwards to see her face. Oh Dear Zeus, Marci thought, I really don't want a punch out at the mall.

"You're the one I'm after, gorgeous." Keri said simply, leaning in to kiss the incredibly stunned Marci.



Drew Ch. 10



For my cute boys...Meph, Adam, Dith, Stuff, KDMA and of course Brooks. You are all so cute and so funny and so smart.....the next one will definitely be written with one of you in mind! Kisses boys.

*

Brian coughed uncomfortably, making everyone else turn to look at him; then shrugged and smiled at Carl. Carl looked like he was holding back a serious bout of laughter and Marci couldn't blame him. The ridiculousness of the group before her was hilarious on some level. Keri sat next to Drew, opposite Marci and Carl. Brian was at the head of the table, seated in Marci's rocking chair.

"Sooo...we're talking about what, exactly?" Keri asked; earning her a glaring frown from Drew. She smiled thinly at him and turned her gaze to Marci.

"I think we should just get all of this drama in the open and sorted out." Marci suggested, earning a gleeful smile from Brian. This time it was Marci who threw a narrow eyed gaze.

"We can start by Keri telling us why she's sexually assaulting Marci." Drew added dryly, pushing Carl over the edge. He burst out laughing, taking Brian with him. Marci wanted to join in the laughter, but she left it at a chuckle. Drew could be so melodramatic at times.

"I did not assault her! I kissed her. I can understand why you wouldn't know the difference." Keri retorted, turning to face Drew full on. Marci could see the muscles in his jaw spastically clench. Never a good sign for anyone.

"Ok, the point of this was for my personal clarification. Not for you two to deal with whatever is bothering you both. Though, I am curious as to the amount of animosity between you. My parents are coming by later this evening," Marci said while giving Drew a pointed glare, "I'd really like a solid story to tell them."

Brian and Carl stood up to excuse themselves and Marci started panicking slightly. She liked having them around. There was no doubt they were on her side, and she needed the emotional props to keep her up. She'd been having the most disturbing premonition that she was about to crumble. 

"I want you here Bri, Please?" Marci asked softly, and both men promptly sat back down. She threw them an appreciative smile and turned back to Keri and Drew. Drew was eyeing her strangely; he seemed almost anxious. Keri, on the other hand, had never looked calmer. She even accorded Marci a small smile. It seemed genuine enough.

"I like Marci. There, I said it." Keri said into what was becoming a prolonged stretch of silence.

"Are you sure? You don't even know me, Keri. Also, I'm very straight." Marci answered. 

"Yeah, I know; I also know I haven't done a good job of showing it. But you know what? The entire time I was married to Drew he talked about you. Brian and Nathan are even worse. Goodness! I feel like I've lived with you! That aside, I'm attracted to you; I don't have to know your dreams and aspirations for that to happen."

"True, and yet somehow I still feel a little creeped out." Marci admitted, squirming uncomfortably.

"I cannot believe you'd make a play for her. You know exactly what's going on with her and I, and yet you think it's ok to drop this on all of us; her especially." Drew said in a deadly cold manner. Marci had seen him in various moods over the last couple months. This was the second time she'd seen him be so stoic. The first time was the evening before she'd left Malindi. 

"She's a grown up Drew, surely she can handle being attractive to other people?" Keri asked, making Marci want to laugh. Oops, not an appropriate time for laughter.

"What's really going on with the two of you, anyway?" Brian asked. It was a valid question. Keri and Drew looked at each other for a few moments.

"Divorce is never fun." Keri answered quietly.

"Why are you getting divorced? The truth." Marci asked the uneasy couple seated opposite her.

"We're divorced. It's done, not ongoing." Drew corrected her quickly with a smile. His first since he'd found her in Keri's arms.

*** She'd been stunned into inaction when Keri had stepped up to her in the bathroom for the kiss. She'd curiously allowed the beautiful woman to go on without responding in part when Drew had found them. He'd cleared his throat awkwardly, and to both the women's credit, they didn't jump back guiltily as others may have when put in the same situation. Drew seemed particularly angry at Marci, though he was hiding it well.

"Keri, back off." He advised before escorting Marci right into the ladies room, to the chagrin of the other girls in there. He'd pointedly ignored the hostile stares from the women in the bathroom while she was in the cubicle, and then followed her back to the table in the food court. 

"Did it rain in the bathroom? It smells like storm clouds." Brian said with a quick grin, and then asked Carl to take him for a walkabout.

"What the hell?" Drew asked the moment the two men had gone out of hearing distance. Marci shrugged nonchalantly, there was nothing to tell. She'd been accosted and kissed; she wasn't the one who should be giving explanations.

"What does that...mean?" he asked, incredulously doing a very bad imitation of her shrug. She smiled at him. 

"It means that you are asking the wrong person. I suggest you call your wife and ask her." Marci replied smoothly. The moment she said "wife" she knew she'd walked into a bad zone. Drew didn't like being reminded he was married to Keri. Especially since they were now divorced.

"Keri's not my wife. Why were you kissing her?" Drew asked, holding her hands in his and fixing her with an inscrutable look. 

"She kissed me; I just got sort of frozen and couldn't think of the most appropriate response at the time. I don't know, but I certainly didn't start anything. Nor did I participate." Marci told him when he showed no signs of ending the huge frown on his handsome face.

"I don't like it. I do not like it at all, Marci." Drew stated flatly, giving her another one of those penetrating gazes of his.

"Come here Drew." She told him with a sly smile. He didn't look like he was about to move so she quirked an eyebrow and pursed her lips. That got him up quickly.

"Kiss me." She whispered when he was close enough to. He kissed her slowly, possessively, hungrily. Marci could see a few people staring at them out of the corner of her eye. She was slightly mortified; PDA's weren't really her thing. When she had been seeing Nathan, he hated the fact that even holding hands was slightly uncomfortable for her. She returned the kiss with the same passion he was putting into it, and then pulled back slightly before whispering in his ear, "Who are you really jealous of? Me or Keri?"

Drew pulled back with a shuddering sigh and gave her a killer look before stalking of. She had no idea where he was going so she went back to her drink and waited for her little group to return to table. It didn't take long before Brian and Carl arrived, bearing gifts. She made the necessary cooing noises and nervously kept looking around for Drew. She was no longer in the mood for the mall, and she was hungry. 

Carl's food must have some magical power because it was all she wanted to eat at the moment. She'd just had breakfast, but the mind is a fascinating thing. The moment Brian and Carl had informed her that she was pregnant her appetite had increased exponentially. She had been eating non stop, it seemed, and Carl loved to cook; it was working for her.

"He's coming." Brian told her when she cast the hundredth furtive glance around the food court. Sure enough she felt hands on her shoulder and turned around, slightly startled. It was Drew. He still wasn't smiling.

"Ready to go?" he asked in a dangerously low tone, telling Marci would be an exercise in futility to delay the departure that a few moments ago she had been yearning for. Her apprehensiveness grew when she spotted a smug looking Keri behind Drew. 

"She's coming with us. We need to talk." Drew said tightly and held his hand out for Marci's car keys.

"Umm... No. My car, I drive." She told him and side stepped him to lead the way to the parking lot. The drive was longer than it had seemed first time around. No one said anything, and Marci was grateful for the drone of the FM station that was playing pop-rock. It kept everyone thankfully quiet.

*** And that was how this uncomfortable ménage of people had come to be gathered in Marci's sitting room. 

"Keri, you want to take that one?" Drew asked his ex-wife. Keri looked none too enthusiastic to answer him.

"Let's just say couples drift, things change, and bitterness is a bitch on crack." Keri summarised. Again making Marci want to laugh. On a random note, it would probably have been easier to be friends with Keri were it not for the Drew factor. She reminded Marci of her friend Natalie.

"What she means is that she cheated on me several times, then decided to become bi; and now it turns out she is headed the lesbo way." Drew said cuttingly from his seat.

"Stop being a he-bitch." Carl told Drew calmly. 

"Thanks Carl." Keri said with a small smile at Brian's boyfriend.

"Okay, that may have been WAY more information than we really needed for this particular conversation." Marci chuckled uneasily and excused herself to go to the bathroom. Ignoring the guest bathroom, she went to the one in her room. She really didn't actually need the bathroom; she just wanted fresh air and a plan to get everyone into the kitchen to eat. She was starving. Again. 

"You ok, baby?" Drew asked from behind her; startling her again. Why, she didn't know, but he seemed to follow her everywhere.

"Just so I know, Drew, if I end up with you will I ever get to go to the bathroom unaccompanied?" she asked with a small smile. Whatever was going on, she really loved Drew. Her eyes popped wide at the thought in her head. She made up for it by smiling widely at him.

"I don't think so. I'm intrigued by the expression that just crossed your face. Do you want to have sex? I'm horny. When I'm angry, I get horny." He said, hopefully pulling her into his arms.

She couldn't resist that smile and put her arms around his neck to bring him down for a kiss. He was surprised and kissed her back hungrily.

"We have a lot of guests, baby; hold onto the thought till evening." She told him, smiling against his lips.

"What if I can't? I want you now. I feel threatened by you kissing a woman. I want to piss on my tree like the dog I am." He pouted, making Marci laugh. She loved him. It was time things took on an even keel in her life.

He moved impossibly close and continued kissing her. It didn't seem like he was about to stop. Sliding his hands up her top he filled his hands with the weight of her breasts. She moaned into his mouth and pushed up against his hands. When they broke the kiss, she shuddered tellingly. She still hadn't let go of his neck. He felt very good in her arms, and she had momentarily forgotten about the guests in her home. 

"Hurry up Drew," Marci panted, "We have to get back before it officially becomes impolite." 

Drew's growl of approval made her laugh out loud while flattering her at the same time. He threw her on the bed and quickly took her pants off. Whistling when he found she had no knickers on, he immediately sought out her pussy with his mouth. It was already sopping wet. She squealed in delight when his tongue touched her clit and rubbed it encouragingly for a few precious seconds.

"I promise I'll do better later." He breathed into her ear when he had moved up her body. He aimed his rock hard cock at her wet cunt and slid into her up to his balls. Marci was getting impatient. She pushed up against him and grabbed his back. She could feel her nails digging in as he thrust harder. He wasn't even really pulling out at this point.

She was so hot she knew it wouldn't take much to cum. The fact that people were waiting outside just added fuel to the fire. Her body stiffened and jerked as she orgasmed. Drew kissed her to keep her moans from getting any louder than they already were.

"That is the most beautiful sound ever! We should just kick that lot out of here. I haven't had you nearly as much as I want." Drew said roughly as he balanced on his arms on either side of her. He moved up until the only part of him touching her was his cock sliding in and out. It felt heavenly and Marci let out a long moan. The after shock of her orgasm moved deliciously through her. 

Drew fucked her in long, hard strokes that had her nearing another orgasm. She giggled this time, and he came. As his cock filled her with thick cum, he groaned and fell on top of her; exhausted. She took the time to run her fingers through his hair and calm him down a little.

"You need a hair cut." She noted distantly as she regained her own breathing.

"Yeah, I need a lot of things." Drew agreed as he rolled off her.

"Let's go to the bathroom and clean up; we really need to make an appearance in the there." Marci said gesturing towards the rest of the house. Drew nodded reluctantly and led her to the bathroom for a quick clean up with wet flannels.

She was behind him as he opened the bedroom door. Looking further into the sitting room she noted the absence of people there. Following the muted noises in the Kitchen they found Brian warming up some food for Keri and Carl. It was still awkward. The reappearance of Drew and Marci pushed the level of awkwardness a notch higher.

"Nice argument?" Keri asked with a laugh. Marci again thought she'd probably have been friends with the woman under better circumstances.

"The best." Drew answered dryly, eliciting a laugh from his brother.

"We got hungry, and we though you'd like some space to shout at each other." Carl offered by way of explanation; fooling no one. They must have heard us. Marci felt her cheeks get hot. Drew came up behind her and pulled her into him, comforting her. "So, you two seem fine. I'll back off. Marci, call me when it gets less weird. I could use a friend here." Keri said as she reached around them to get some plates form the sink.

"I was just thinking how funny I find you. I'll do that Keri." Marci said with a smile. Drew squeezed her shoulder. Somehow she knew it wasn't an encouraging squeeze. He would want to know why she wanted to remain friends with his ex wife.

****

"Hey Mom; Dad." Marci said with as much restraint as she could muster. Her parents were seated opposite her and Drew at an up town restaurant. Marci and Drew had gotten there late because she had still been debating on whether to actually meet them; or put it off for a while.

"Hey baby. Get your ass over here and kiss your father." Her dad chided kindly. She did as asked and basked in the momentary warmth of parental affection. Her parents took their time ordering drinks and declined to order food.

"You're not eating?" Drew asked her mother.

"No, your parents are on their way. Your mom said we should wait for her. We're sharing a platter." 

That had been dropped so easily Marci would have missed it if her stomach hadn't lurched violently. 

"Drew's parents are coming?" She asked, facing Drew to see if knew about it. He shrugged a negative response and Marci gulped hard. What the fuck?!

"Hey Gorgeous!" Drew's father said from behind them. Turning, she saw David and Blossom Montague enter the restaurant. They seemed in good spirits. She put a smile on her face and followed them with her eyes as they did a round of niceties. The earlier compliment had been directed at Marci's mother.

"Hey sweetheart, drop the stricken look. It's just family dinner." Drew's mother assured Marci as she sat down. Drew cast his mother a questioning glance which she avoided by smiling at his father.

****

"So what's this about?" Dave asked the little group after they had ordered food and refilled their drinks. Marci was sorely missing her vodka. She really needed it right now. 

"Marci and I are having a baby." Drew dropped without preamble. The stunned silence that followed was most discomfiting. 

"How lovely!" Blossom said, and got up to hug both Drew and Marci. Marci smiled gratefully at Drew's mother. She is awesome.

"You're pregnant?" Her father asked her. He wasn't smiling.

"Yeah, about three months now." Drew answered. She reached under the table and squeezed his hand gratefully. He was buffering her against the oncoming onslaught from her father. Her father had never been a huge fan of Drew and Marci getting together. As a neighbour he didn't mind the boy much. As a boyfriend, however, he'd become increasingly hostile to the idea.

"Are you fine with it baby girl?" her mother asked, concerned. Marci also noted she was holding her father's hand on the table. Probably trying to calm him down. Marci's dad liked to have his outbursts. Considering his only daughter is pregnant by a man he doesn't care much for, he looks like he's about to burst.

"I am happy, Mom. I really am. And Drew's been taking good care of me." Marci told the group. The last part she said for the benefit of her father.

"Are you getting married?" Her father asked as he removed his hand from his wife's and leaned back into his chair.

"Definitely." Drew answered and Marci cringed. She had not considered marriage at all. She's assumed they'd have a relationship and see how it went. Right now, however, it seemed like the wrong time to ask Drew about it.

"Awesome. A wedding! Can we totally take over?" Blossom asked excitedly from the other side of the table.

"I hope that 'we' includes me!" Marci's mother adjoined as the two women shared a conspiratorial look. 

"I hate to spoil the mood, but after Keri, you realise you have to sign a prenuptial agreement don't you?" Drew's father said. It was the first thing he'd actually said at the table since they sat down. Marci felt offended and hurt. Granted, her family wasn't nearly as rich as the Montagues; but she'd never given the indication that she wanted to fleece them either.

"Sure. Send it to me when you have it written." Marci said quietly.

"Marci, can we discuss this?" Drew asked.

"Yes Marci, can we?" her father also asked.

"Why? I understand the man's need to protect the rest of his family. What's so hard to get in that? You know what, I feel very, very uncomfortable. I feel like I am about to be ambushed. So here's the deal, all of you; Drew and I are having a baby. We will live together. You can all keep your money. I don't want a wedding, and I don't think I want to see any of you for a while. Can't Drew and I just have some flipping time to ourselves for once? I am tired of the drama. Drew, let's go. You know where I live Mom, Blossom. Come visit soon bearing gifts!" she said as she stood up.

A quiet Drew took the keys from her and led her out of the restaurant.

"Want to get something to eat? You didn't wait for the food." Drew asked her as they got into her car.

"No, I'll go forage for more of Carl's food. That man can really cook." She said with a small smile. Drew pulled her close and kissed her quickly before starting the car.

"You know, we are getting married. I saw that look at the restaurant. I will not have you legally available to other men. You know me better than that." 

It was the last thing Marci heard as she fell asleep in the front seat. It had been an exhausting and emotionally draining day. Drew was next to her, she could finally afford to sleep in peace.



Drew Ch. 11



Really sorry about the long wait but I do have reasons for that:) 1. I was busy growing up. 2. I really thought I had finished this but I kept getting emails to update....so I finally continued what I thought was a complete story. As usual, let me know what you think. I'll post the follow up to Attempted break up by Tues next week. Thanks for reading and good karma!

Nefatiri

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Marci had been aware of Drew from the moment he had walked into the large garden at the back of her parents' house. It was that time again in the little town of Malindi and her parents were throwing some sort of party. She had been careful to avoid him so the last two hours had been a cat and mouse game with her as the unwitting mouse. Catching a glimpse of his profile not too far from where she stood, she made a hasty beeline for the opposite end of the garden and sat next to Mila who was busy trying to reason with her two year old daughter. The little girl wanted to go play with the big boys but her mother wouldn't let her until she finished her food.

"Food first, then you can play Hun." Mila said. One could tell her patience was wearing thin on the matter. Marci had to laugh. 

"Here, let me try. The novelty of Aunt Marci may help?" she told her friend reaching out for the young girl who readily came into her arms probably thinking she was off the hook. The young girl, Laila, didn't eat much even after the women switched tasks and they soon gave up. They let her ran off to a group of children playing within their vicinity. 

"She's really helping me with the weight loss. It takes almost three hours sometimes to feed her and this is accompanied by running all around the house."Mila sighed in exasperation but Marci could see the love in her eyes as she looked over at her daughter who was now rolling around in the grass oblivious to the damage that kind of frolicking was wrecking on her little white tee. Marci laughed as Mila choked down a look of absolute horror.

"Don't worry, you'll throw away very many clothes in the years to come, trust me. You are lucky she's a girl cause she'll start avoiding dirt soon enough. Kayden is still giving me headaches whenever he comes home from play or school. He's like dirt radar; if there's dirt, he'll find it and try to get some into his hair as well as on his clothes."

Mila laughed and the two mothers sat in companionable silence watching people at the party. Marci's thoughts were trained on her son who was by now nowhere to be seen. She wasn't worried though, he was among family and friends so she knew wherever he was he'd be fine. She was lucky her family and friends had been very supportive of her with regards to raising Kayden. He was quite a handful especially when she had to juggle work with being a good mother. It sometimes took its toll and her family had been wonderful about giving her a break every now and then. Just then the subject of her thoughts ran right into her giving her a hug. Such an affectionate little boy; she loved him dearly.

"I found Daddy!" he announced proudly as released her and went to hold his father's hand looking up at him so adoringly it almost broke Marci's heart.

"You're looking gorgeous Marci, everything going well?" Drew drawled to her with an eyebrow cocked up and an evil Joker-like grin. She had spent the better part of two hours avoiding him and he knew it. 

"Not looking bad yourself Drew. I'm fine, you?" she replied warily and smiled slightly.

She hadn't seen him for a couple of months and had avoided being around when he came to pick Kayden for their father-son outings. Their split hadn't been entirely amicable and she had been avoiding him since. On his part Drew had given her space and kept his contact with his son as unobtrusive as possible. She had to give him that because the Drew she had been in a relationship with was anything but unobtrusive. 

"Hey Sweetheart. " She heard behind her as large arms engulfed her in a hug and a quick kiss was planted on top of her head. She didn't need to turn to know it was Damian, her fiancé. This was a game he played all the time. Not entirely sure that Drew was over her, he gave them nary a moment alone. It worked for Marci because honestly she wasn't up to conversation with Drew just yet. Drew sniggered audibly and only Kayden didn't seem to notice the tension that had suddenly enveloped the adults around him. Mila excused herself and went to rescue a wailing Laila who had fallen. Kayden ran off with her as well. He was terribly fond of Laila and took his role as cousin very seriously. At five years Kayden reminded Marci so much of his father with his take charge attitude. He was a good kid and many a night she fervently prayed that her split from his father wouldn't screw him up too much.

"Kayden told me about the fishing trip. He really liked that." Damien offered conversationally to Drew as he placed a quick kiss on Marci's lips. He sat next to her and put his arm around her shoulders. She wanted to remove it but thought better of it as it would probably lead to a fight with Damian later and/or an annoying smirk from Drew. Neither was worth it so she left it there. Drew issued forth another audible snigger nonetheless and put his arms across his chest while he regarded them without any real expression on his face. Dr. Carl Lightman(Lie To Me - google it) would have called his stance aggressive with just a little defensiveness thrown in to spice the look. 

"He loves fishing." Drew stated like he was talking to a child then turned to her, "Marci, I was wondering if I could have him for the long weekend. We're going to Kilifi to check out the boat and we'll be staying there for the duration of the weekend. Mila and Natalie will be there so you don't have to worry that someone is giving him beer." He completely ignored Damian. 

"Sure, why not. I don't even need my girls there to keep a reign on things; as long as he's with you I am easy Hun." She turned to Damian who had been watching their exchange quietly, "now we can do that Lamu thing you wanted?" 

"That's great!" he said enthusiastically and directed the rest of his statement to Drew, "I've been dying to take her on a retreat because she works too hard. Thanks man."

Marci wasn't sure if he was being sincere or just trying to goad Drew. Drew nodded, tipped his head at them and walked off in the direction of his son who was now walking aimlessly around holding Laila's hand. 

"He seems happy." Damian remarked under his breath and Marci playfully punched him. 

Damian was good for her. After her split with Drew about a year ago, he'd become a friend and finally more. They were now engaged and her father for one thing was very happy. Damian was a friend from childhood she hadn't been really close to until he permanently moved back to Malindi. He had started hanging out with Brian and Nathan which meant she saw a lot of him. While in Malindi Kayden spent a couple of hours every day with his uncles because in their words, "we don't want you sissying him up." Damian was almost invariably with them when they came to get Kayden and so they had started up a friendship of sorts. This hadn't gone down well with the younger Montague boys and it had taken Marci a while to convince them that her and Drew were truly over this time. 

Damian was kind, funny and more importantly, wasn't as pushy and unpredictable as Drew had been towards the end of their relationship. He was also gorgeous and Marci found herself staring at him, familiarizing herself with his face all over again. He had striking gray eyes and wore his hair in a simple ponytail at his nape. He reminded her of something out of a vampire flick and just staring at him made her want to kiss him. She did.

"What was that for?" he asked returning the kiss a lot more enthusiastically than she'd offered.

"Cause you're so damn cute!" she said giving him another quick kiss and giggling. It had been so long since she'd giggled with a man and this felt good. Damian hugged her and they just sat there watching people mill around. She could see Drew on one knee trying to reason with a now sulking Kayden about something and clearly not making any headway. She thought about going to step in but dismissed the urge. Drew was a good father and he could handle Kayden any day. 

"Want to go meet a few people?"Damian asked her as he held out his hand and motioned her out of the chair. She didn't really want to but she agreed to it anyway. They walked around her parents' garden being sociable. Brian and Carl were seated around the outside bar with a couple of other people Marci knew. She tugged Damian towards them.

"My, you are looking fine today!" Carl exclaimed the moment he saw her and got up to give up his seat. She tried to tell him she wasn't really going to be seated long and preferred to stand but he wouldn't have any of that. It was easy to pretend this was five years ago when the group had been younger and spent tons of time together. Brian and Carl had had their commitment ceremony and since settled in their own house further away from the old neighbourhood. Nate had married Mila and they were the proud parents of Laila. Marci was glad that relationship was working. It hadn't been easy in the beginning. Mila's earlier abortion had thrown Nate for a loop and it was ages before he could even look at her without exploding. Mila's parents had also hit the roof when they found out not only about the pregnancy but the subsequent abortion. She had gone off to stay with relatives in Bulgaria for a while. It was during this time that she and Nate had developed some sort of rapport online and started to like each other somewhat. 

When Mila had come back to Kenya, Nate had been at the airport to pick her up. From what little she had told Marci about the two of them at the time, it had been a healing time. He'd gotten around his anger and he wanted to be there for her because no one else seemed to be. Mila had been through a deep depression after the whole affair and everyone was pretty much treating her like a pariah. Nate had stepped up and that's when they really got to know each other. Nate was good for Mila, she had mellowed out somewhat in the past few years and her friendship with Marci while tentative, was definitely much better than it was a couple years back. Nate had proposed and two years later they had a beautiful girl to show for it.

Notably absent at the bar was Natalie. She was still drop dead gorgeous and confusing men around town. With Marci's help she had adopted eight year old twins and when she wasn't partying, she was at home being the dutiful mother. She had been through a wild relationship with some guy and when it had ended she hadn't wanted to talk about it so Marci was in the dark about her love life. Marci made a mental note to grill her the next time she saw her. 

"So, when's the wedding?" Nate asked her with a smile. He was slugging a beer right out of the bottle and keeping a keen eye on his women who were currently involved in another standoff. Laila was a very willful 2 year old. 

"I am hoping for December. Good weather and most of our friends and family will be here anyway." Marci answered and Damian squeezed her shoulders behind her. She knew he was glad she'd finally picked a month. Over the last few weeks all their arguments had been about her reluctance to pick a date. Picking out a month was a good start; it showed some level of commitment to actually having a wedding. 

"Do you have any ideas of what you want to do?" Carl asked and Marci guessed he wanted to cater it. That was a foregone conclusion to her however. Ever since she'd become pregnant with Kayden, she'd gotten hooked to Carl's cooking. Even after the birth, she had continued to adore his culinary prowess.

"You are definitely cooking. I was thinking something small, intimate, maybe the beach? I know it's a cliché but I like the idea."

"Uhm, sweetheart, we'll need to discuss that. My mother has been planning my wedding ever since she knew for sure I wasn't gay; no offence guys." Damian stated behind her directing the last part of his comment to Carl and Brian. They shrugged it off and Marci turned to look at Damian quizzically. He hadn't told her that his mother had plans of her own. She had a difficult relationship with his mother. She was one of those high society matrons that wanted her son to marry some blue eyed blond. She'd been aloof with Marci from the get go. Marci couldn't even begin to imagine letting her run her wedding. Hmmm, she sighed to herself, there's a fight just waiting to become nasty! She spied Kayden and his father coming towards them. 

They looked so alike and clearly adored each other. Kayden was crying though and Marci furrowed her brow in concern. She resisted the urge to fly out of her seat and go to him. She had learnt not to do that after Drew pointed out it made it seem like he was incapable of caring for his own son.

"I want Mommy!" he pouted when they were close to the bar. Removing his little hand from Drew's, he walked quickly towards her and hugged her legs. She was seated on a bar stool and that was as far as he could get. She slid of the seat and bent down to pick him up. He was getting heavier every day and soon she wasn't going to be able to pick him up at all. 

"I want pillow pillow." he continued to put and rub his eyes. 

"Don't we all." Drew remarked and Marci shot him a glare. Kayden had stopped suckling way back but his preferred method of falling asleep was when she held him against her chest. He referred to her breasts as "pillow pillow". The poor child was tired so she excused herself to find a place to lay him down. She figured she'd take him to his room. He had a room at his grandparents because he spent every other fortnight with them. That way he was close to both sets of his grandparents as well as his uncles.

"Hun?" she called out to Damian, "I'll just put him in his room and then I'll be back out. Love you!" 

"Mommy?" a sleepy Kayden said tentatively.

"Yes Kade?"

"Can I sleep here today? I don't want to miss the party." He asked in his cutest baby boy voice while his hands fiddled gently on her neck. How could she say no when he turned on all the cute buttons like that. She didn't quite understand his logic but still, it was definitely more convenient than driving back to her place. 

"Of course sweetie. Just remember to behave, ok?" she told him as she opened the door to his room. It was a little boy's room for sure. Her parents weren't nearly as strict with him about neatness and it showed. His packed bag from the fishing trip with his father was set in a corner with everything pretty much pulled out. His bed was full of action figures and all his closet doors were open, drawers too. He must have had a hard time deciding what to wear to the party! She placed him in a huge sofa next to the bed and went about clearing the room a little while he tiredly told her about his day. He was an amusing boy and she found herself laughing out loud at some of his expressions.

"Ok Kade, all ready. Come, let me put you to bed?" she said reaching out for him and helping him out of his clothes. Leaving him in his undies, she pulled back the light cover of the bed and helped him get in. She followed him and they cuddled as they talked about the day. He was soon snoring softly against her breasts so she gently laid him on the bed and covered him up. Putting on the bedside lamp to low, she watched him for a few minutes not believing the amount of love she could have for this little boy. She was probably biased but he really was the cutest, smartest and most affectionate child in the world. And he was her son. The thought made her eyes tear.

She kissed him and walked towards the door. Putting off the main lights, she took one last look at him and turned to head back downstairs. She walked right into Drew when she turned. He held out his hands to catch her and prevent her from falling as she reeled back. Looking up at him, Marci felt her throat constrict. He was so goddamn good looking and intense. Damian was a beautiful man, something you'd probably find on the cover of a historical romance. Drew reminded her of Max Martini but with dark brown hair. There was something lethal about him and right now he'd trained all that lethality at her. She swallowed and stepped back not sure whether to open a conversation or just flee.

"Is he ok now?" Drew asked quietly, still pinning her to the spot with that intense stare. She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Chances are she would have squeaked considering how dry her throat was at the moment. Why the hell was she so skittish around the man? They had been apart for almost a year. She made a mental note to talk about that with Natalie when she next saw her. Her friend had a good ear and she'd been there through all the drama that had been Marci and Drew.

"He was tired and got cranky so I figured he wanted to sleep. Plus he kept asking for "pillow pillow". I hope he outgrows that soon." Drew remarked wryly causing Marci to smile. She shrugged. It didn't bother her much. 

"Come here, I want to discuss something." Drew told her as he turned suddenly and led her to the nearest empty room. She wasn't so sure this was a good idea when he prodded her into the room and shut the door behind him. They were in her old room. It had been changed into a guest room after she moved her personal stuff into her own house. Definitely not a good idea.

Drew leaned against the door and regarded her quietly for the longest ten seconds in the world. When she raised her eye brows in silent question he crossed his arms with deliberate slowness in front of his chest and walked towards her. She instinctively took a step back and the subtle action made him stop for a moment in his tracks before smirking and continuing towards her. 

"Look at you squirm! It's quite cute actually. I should do this more often. , I like you squirming. Preferably under me but this will do just as well," he drawled slowly when he was within kissing distance of her. She took another step back and frowned at him.

"What are you doing?"

"Talking. Did you want to do something else?" he asked with one of his wicked smiles and approached her further.

"First Nate, now Damian. You are going to get quite the reputation at this rate Drew. What do you want?" she asked sharply. She had taken another step away from him when she felt the edge of the bed behind her knees. 

"Technically you were never Nate's; even he said he knew I was coming back for you." Drew told her calmly, his eyes shifting to the bed and then back to her.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself that. So, what is it that you want?" she repeated, feeling distinctly uncomfortable as he closed what remaining little space was between them making their chests touch. She could feel him and even through the layers of clothing, her body responded immediately. 

"As for Damian," he continued as if she hadn't spoken, "what's this I hear of a December wedding? When were you going to tell me? Are you moving?" he asked in quick succession.

"Do you mind giving me a little space here Drew? Does the concept of personal space not exist to you?" she told him mildly as she reached to his chest to push him away. He captured her hands in both his and pulled her even closer to him so that her breasts were meshed onto his chest. 

"Never between us." He muttered just low enough for her to hear before he lowered his head and kissed her. She was too stunned for a moment to react and he took advantage of her shock to pry her lips open and deepen the kiss. Marci moaned as the memories of those lips flooded back. She had always said Drew kissed like a dream; it was not a lie. He expertly coaxed her lips apart and drew her into his wickedly sexy magic. A glass breaking downstairs brought Marci out of the spell. Drew knew the moment was over and to his credit he stepped back. Subjecting her to another one of his intense looks, he waited for her to say something.




Drew Ch. 11



"Don't ever do that again, Damian is bigger than you. I'll leave now. Come see us tomorrow then we can talk about weddings and stuff. Damian and I have a couple of things to clear up out before we go all public about our future plans." She sidestepped him and walked out of her old room. She went to the room next door to take a quick look at Kayden. Making sure he was still sound asleep she went downstairs and out into the garden. She headed for where she'd left Damian and was glad when she saw him still at the bar talking to a bunch of their friends. Perhaps out of guilt or genuine love, she greeted him rather warmly by placing a sound kiss on his lips and hugging him from the back. He was startled but once he realized it was her, he returned her kiss with a scorching one of his own.

"Get a room you two," Mila told them with a laugh. Marci let Damian pull her to his front so that she was standing between his legs. She hadn't seen her parents and she was wondering where they were. Their garden was big but it wasn't THAT big. She needed to give them the heads up about Kayden spending the night at their place. Even though Kayden was no big impediment when it came to her sex life, she thought it would be nice to walk around the house naked and fuck in the sitting room with Damian. The thought made her tingle and she cast him a sly look. Hopefully he was a clever man and would take the hint. He was. He did.

"Guys, we're off." He announced suddenly to the group and Marci both smiled and blushed at his enthusiasm. 

"Let me find Mom and Dad first, they need to know Kayden is spending the night here," Marci told Damian as they walked hand in hand away from the bar. Spotting her parents tucked away in the gazebo, the two of them headed there and were greeted with her parents' usual warmth. Her father had really taken to Damian and her mother thought he was simply adorable. Damian had unleashed his considerable charm on her parents and they had lapped it up like puppies. 

"You guys headed out already?" Her father asked, looking disappointed. "I wanted you to meet some people."

"It's been a long day Dad and I could really use an early night. Is it ok if Kade spends the night here? He said he didn't want to miss the party." She asked her parents as Damian held her close and squeezed her tighter to him. 

"Of course he can!" her mother exclaimed, "When he's here he can entertain your father while I sleep in. They both wake up annoyingly early." She finished off with a laugh.

"OK! Goodnight and see you tomorrow. I'll come get Kade in the morning." Damian stated and quickly led her away before any more conversation could ensue. She laughed at him and was rewarded with quick hard kiss for the laugh.

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"You aren't going back to him. I can't allow it." Damian stated the moment they walked into her house. He had pretty much moved in the last few months. She spent quite a bit of time at his place on the beach as well so it was more like they had two homes. 

"What?" she asked turning around to face him with surprise. Had he somehow seen Drew's little stunt? She didn't think so but it was a possibility.

"Drew. I saw the way he looked at you, he's still into you." Damien stated with deliberate brevity. She exhaled quietly not even aware she'd been holding her breath. 

"I would think that is his problem and not mine. What gave you the impression that I was even entertaining the idea of going back to him?" Marci queried purely out of curiosity. 

"I've heard about your history with the guy. He's obsessed with you. Up until a year ago it was a mutual obsession. I am not trying to start anything, I just want it clear that I am not Nate, I won't let you go so easily." This was a new Damian she hadn't had the opportunity to encounter. He was deadly calm and looking at her in a way that did not welcome argument. To think earlier she had labeled him predictable and not pushy. Go figure. 

She stared quietly at his back as he walked off into the living room. Marci stayed back to lock up the kitchen and clear the counter somewhat. So much for sex, she thought to herself as she switched off the lights. She could hear the TV in the sitting room so she walked there. Damian was watching a News channel and turned when she walked in. Reaching for her hand, he patted the seat next to him and indicated for her to sit down. Marci was really hoping the kitchen conversation wasn't about to continue. It could only end badly if it did. 

"What do you feel like doing tomorrow? I have a full day free. Want to do something with Kayden before he goes off for the long weekend?" he asked conversationally. She heaved in relief that he was done with the possessive moment. She did however note that on a perverse level it was downright flattering. 

"Sure, need to pick up some stuff for him anyway. He's growing at a daily rate. I may have to take him to college next week if this keeps up. He's been doing this guy thing a lot with his uncles and father. I figure he requires some sort of wardrobe update for that. Brian mentioned something sarcastic about the "cutesy" outfits I get him. You don't mind shopping for baby clothes?" she asked him with a smile already looking forward to the time with Kayden and Damian. They got along very well which was good. 

"Of course not, I like spending time with you and Kade. You're my family now Hun. Brian's right by the way. I didn't want to say anything but you do dress him a little gay sometimes, " he told her with a quick kiss to the lips. She laughed at his comment and leaned into him.

"Is that all? I was really hoping for something more like this...."Marci admonished then proceeded to kiss him long and slow. He groaned under the onslaught and pulled her to him so that she was sitting on his lap as he took over the kiss with a ferocity that surprised her. 

Taking a moment to breathe, he looked down into her eyes and huskily informed her, "Do you want to waste time and get to the bedroom or ...." And before she could fully understand what he was asking, he was once again kissing her senseless. She needed him, right here, right now. She felt the need to wash Drew off her. She mentally kicked herself for even thinking about him when she was kissing her wonderful fiancé. Looking into Damian's eyes, she saw the raw need and moved even closer to him, pushing her breasts against his chest. 

"Here will do. It's why we dumped Kayden with my parents." She managed to let out after a few more minutes of the intense kissing. 

"Good answer," Damian informed her before placing her on the sofa and kneeling in front of her. They shared a brief look but in those few seconds Marci saw that earlier possessive glint in his eyes. It made her both nervous and excited. When she tried to remove her clothes, he stopped her and began to do it himself. She could only sit there compliantly while he did away with her simple dress and bra. Her knickers were next and as she lifted her hips off the seat to ease their passage down, he pulled her legs apart and just stared at the sight before him. She couldn't stop the smile that spread across her lips as she watched him stand up to remove his shirt, jeans and boxers. His cock stood proud and hard in front of him and she licked her lips in anticipation. Damian was a beautiful man with a gorgeous body to top it off. 

"I have been dying to be inside you all day. I'll do the foreplay bit in a few minutes, for now......." he whispered hoarsely to her and went back down between her legs on his knees. She nodded in lusty assent when he started to rub the tip of his cock against her already wet centre. 

"Later I am going to lick and eat you till you say my name over and over again, I like hearing THAT!" His eyes narrowed with palpable lust and she could feel herself get wetter at his erotic words. She whimpered and moved closer to him. She could fell the head of his cock push into her folds slowly.

"For someone who wanted to fuck first you are really being a tease about it." She complained when he gripped her hips and stopped her from taking all of him into her pussy.

"Just lay back woman. For now you're mine to play with." He threw back at her with an arrogant smile on his lips.

Cupping her breasts possessively, he ran his big palms across the tightness that had become her nipples. The simple gesture made her shiver deliciously. Her now pliant body leaned back into the sofa, surrendering to Damian. Such sweet surrender it was. He pinched her thrusting nipples and chuckled when she moaned out half in pain, half in pleasure. Her head was filled with pictures of him bending down and using his mouth on them. Her breathing turned choppy just at the thought and she heard him chuckle again.

"Quit teasing me Damian! I may decide to finish this myself if you keep this up." She told him from under closed eyelids and reached out blindly to try and find his head. She wanted to direct it where she most needed it at the moment, on her breasts making her hot all over.

"You say that like I would allow it baby," she was informed with a smirk.

Damian chose her mock gasp of outrage to once again claim her mouth and kiss her breath away. One of his hands grabbed her left breast possessively while the other traveled down to her slick and hot pussy. She finally got the opportunity to run her hands through his soft hair. Arching off the chair, Marci pressed herself further into him. His fingers soon entered her and she sighed in bliss. Damian had magic fingers. Rubbing her clit with his thumb, he toyed with her body until she was a quivering mess beneath him.

"Open your legs for me Hun," he commanded and she didn't even think twice. He pulled her to the edge of the chair and opened them even wider. He regarded her intently for a few moments before abandoning her legs and getting onto the sofa. Pulling her on top his lap, he started by kissing her slowly, deliberately and deeply. He ran his hands all over her body and she leaned closer into him. He felt good under her fingertips. He was minimally hairy and kept in good shape. Her hand felt the muscles ripple in his stomach area and a new wetness flooded her pussy. She loved how he felt when he was on top of her, urging her to look down his perfect six pack as he slid slowly in and out of her. It was a good memory. Urgency swept over her body, manifesting itself in a lustful shiver. She made as if to get off his lap but he held her still, her strength no match for his.

"You give me dirty thoughts every time I see you, do you know that?" he husked beside her ear, his hand once more finding her core and delving right in. Her body involuntarily jerked into his hand and he chuckled.

"Do tell," she challenged.

He stroked an idle finger between her now puffy lips and spread her wetness liberally around. It was torture the way he deliberately avoided her clit; the one place she was dying for him to touch. 

"Only if you tell me you love me," he counter-offered. His hand had stilled on her pussy and she whimpered in complaint when his other hand stilled her efforts at some movement.

"I love you," she finally surrendered when he showed no signs of resuming his erotic caresses.

"Say it with my name," he commanded and flicked her clit lightly. The action made her shudder and she felt the tingles spread from her toes to her head and then back down to settle firmly in her stomach area. She moved her head back and found him staring at her face, a very serious look plastered on him.

"I love you Damian," she told him, returning his stare drawn in by the dark shade his eyes had taken in passion. They looked almost black in the relative darkness of the room. He had lost the black hair band at his nape during their frenzied kissing earlier and his hair was now swirling around his face. He looked like Lorenzo Lamas à la Renegade. 

"If you keep looking at me that way I may never let you off your back woman," he said with a shuddering laugh. She was about to respond when he kissed her and silenced her.

"Today at the party when you were kissing me, all I could think of is sinking you to your knees right there and taking you from behind. I had no idea I had an exhibitionist side but right at that moment it turned me on to think of fucking you in public, letting other people see you saying my name through gritted teeth as you cum on my cock." He whispered hotly in her ear. Marci ground her hips against his hand as he sank a second finger inside her pussy. She moaned and tried to get them deeper into her but he withdrew them and she stopped. She slid her hands into his hair and ran them down his shoulders. She began to slowly massage them as he continued his sweet torment.

"Yesterday at my parent's place I wanked in the shower. I was thinking of sliding my cock inside your wet cunt with you tied up. I think we'd both enjoy that. You tied up and pliant while I pound into you so hard that you beg me to stop. I wouldn't stop though."He told her sinking a second finger into her and rubbing her clit with his thumb. She almost came at the thought. Damian was an energetic lover. She had no doubt that his erotic declaration of pounding into her hard was more of a promise than mere wishful thinking. 

She whispered to him to fuck her, and fuck her 

hard. He finally obliged her and before she knew it she was straddling him, his cock deep inside her and his hands gripping her hip almost painfully.

"Play with your tits for me," he growled as they begun to grind against each other. She obliged him and heard a low guttural growl come from his lips.

"Now, fuck yourself on my cock," he commanded as his hands raised her off him. When only the tip of him filled her, he rammed her back down, impaling her on his impressive length. They both groaned at the sensation of his resting deep inside her. She shimmied up and down his cock, her breasts long forgotten as she got into the rhythm of their mating.

His fingers found their way between them and circled her clit sending delicious sensations through her. His other hand found her breast, cupped it and kneaded it before moving onto its twin and making her grind against him even more. Underneath her, Damian was once again taking control even though she was the one on top. He rolled his hips in a way that brought his name pouring out of her lips. She was getting close to cumming. As if he knew it, Damian stopped suddenly and the next thing she knew, she was on the floor rug being fucked into oblivion. Her orgasm shattered her and in the distance she could hear herself calling his name over and over again.

"That's what I want to hear for the rest of our lives," he told her with a smug grin before his cock rode her hard and forcefully. The sound of his balls slapping against her turned her on all over again. She gave in to a mini-orgasm and sighed in content as he continued to pound into her pussy. Grabbing her ass for more leverage, Damian thrust into her with shorter faster strokes that hit her g-spot repeatedly. Marci bit her lower lip to keep from making too much noise then remembered they were alone in the house. 

"Who do you belong to?" he growled at her never once stopping his maddening rhythm. She ignored him the last time and he stopped mid-stroke. He repeated his question and Marci was way too close to a second orgasm to deny him. They'd discuss the logic later, when they were both sated.

"To you Damian." She pretty much shouted and was rewarded with his cock going so deep inside her she thought it would come out through her throat. 

Grabbing her ass even tighter, Damian held himself inside her pussy and filled her with his seed. Kayden had told him that he wanted a small sister; he'd decided it was time he granted the little boy's wish. He wanted Marci pregnant and pissed off as fuck at it while he told her about his plan. He wanted a daughter, with her. He'd let her know later though. There was no reason to bring down the hazy levity of their coupling just yet. 

"I love you Marci, I'm never letting you go," he told her with fierce possession before wrapping an arm around her and moving off to the side to regain control of his breathing. They lay naked on the rug, just listening to each other breathe, trying to come down from an incredible high. 

Marci's eyes were closed and she could feel herself drifting off to sleep. She was already dreading discussing the wedding with Drew tomorrow. As Damian carried her into the bedroom, her last thought was how strong he was and how lucky she was. She nuzzled his neck and let the sleep take over.



Drew Ch. 12



Marci felt deliciously tingly all over. Moaning, she stretched indulgently and let the sweet warmth spread through her. His hands were working their wicked magic on her body. Drew was propped up on one elbow watching her as his other hand played lightly with her nipples. He was being far too gentle and slow. She wanted to get to the good part! When she tried to move, he pinned her down by throwing a leg over her. It wasn't the most effective pinning technique considering her hands were free but she got the point and stilled. She knew that whatever he had in mind, Drew was going to make it good, very good. She knew that much about him. Closing her eyes, she lay back and let him continue his stroking. Her whole body was on fire. It snaked over her breasts, licked at her stomach and settled firmly between her thighs. She sighed contentedly when she felt him place a wet kiss on her belly. Writhing into his lips, she arched off the bed and drew her arms over her head. 

Total submission like she knew he liked. His fingers traced their way from her nipple to the junction between her thighs. Her legs spread themselves wide on their own accord. She moaned some more as his finger slipped into her wet slit and played with the pouting lips below. His cool finger flicked her pink nub which was dying for attention. She knew this was a dream; one she never wanted to end. She was engulfed in a torrent of want, needing more from him. Slipping his fingers further inside the folds of her pussy he began to stroke her clit, teasing the sensitive nub until she was ready to jump him. She heard him growl before his fingers slid down from her clit and two thick fingers filled her moist depths. He began to pump them in and out of her now very wet pussy. Her hips arched upward to take his fingers deeper and she could feel his cock hardening impossibly beside her. It felt hot and aggressive against her thigh as he rubbed himself on her. Sliding his hand from her slit, he turned her so she was sideways. Parting her thighs just enough for him to press forward, his hot cock slid into her gently. He was being a tease and she moaned in frustration as he slid just the head in and paused for effect. 

"Drew!" she whined in sexual frustration though she didn't think he'd even heard her. He stilled behind her suddenly. Marci had a feeling something was wrong. This dream wasn't going according to script. What was wrong? Then it hit her with a force that made her take in a deep breath. She opened her eyes slowly and looked at her surroundings. She was in her bedroom which meant that she wasn't with Drew. She felt the hot body behind her withdraw. Taking a breath to gather some courage, she turned and was met with a cold, unwavering stare from Damian. He was now sitting up with his hands crossed in front of his chest. 

"I really wish you would have said Michael; that would have been much better." He finally said as he turned and faced down at her stricken expression. Her face registered surprise and confusion as she tried to figure out who Michael was and why it would have been better to call his name out in her dreams. 

"Who's Michael?" She finally managed to croak out after clearing her voice several times.

"Sleeper Cell dude. It wouldn't have been good for my ego but I could have handled that. What is this thing with you and Drew? Are you still sleeping with him? In real life I mean." He asked not bothering to mask the bitter edge to his voice. Marci could tell he was angry. For the briefest of seconds Marci badly wished she'd been having an erotic dream about some as inaccessible as Michael Ealy.

"Of course not! What the hell?!?" she asked him as she sat up so she could look at him properly. Her mind was working fast but she knew there was no good way to get out of this situation. Even the incredulous tone she had attempted sounded hollow to her.  

"You cheated on Nate with Drew. Brothers.......you must have some very kinky fantasies in the pretty little head of yours." It was not just a statement; he said it like a closing remark in a trial. 

"You knew all that when you got together with me Damian. If this has suddenly become a problem, then perhaps we have a bigger conversation than my dreams. I don't know what brought that dream on." Marci was amazed at how easily the lie rolled off her tongue. She knew exactly what had brought the dream on. Since the party at her parents' place she'd known Drew was on the war path with regards to her impending wedding. A part of her loved the idea that he was finally suffering as much as she had when they had broken up. The other part of her badly wanted to stay the course with Damian and see the wedding through.

"I don't like being insecure Marci. I forbid you from seeing him. Maybe that way you can get him out of your head." Damian told her with finality. Marci's eyes became the size of saucers. 

"You forbid me?" she asked with incredulity. This time it was genuine.

"Yes, I forbid you." He repeated like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"You do realise that you are not my parent and even if you were, I am past the age where they can 'forbid' me from stuff. Plus, Drew and I have a son together; I do have to see him from time to time." By the time she was done, she was already out of the bed and getting dressed. She had to go pick up Kayden anyway. She would shower when they got back to pick his clothes for the weekend ahead with his father.

"Where are you going?" Damian asked her with a frown.

"To pick up Kayden."

"Can't wait to see Drew?" he asked nastily. Marci didn't know what he meant so she just shrugged.

"I don't even know what that means." she retorted when he repeated the question.

"You jump out of my bed, pick up Kade and off you both go to interact with Drew."

"Technically it is my bed. You are being crass. I shall take leave now." She knew she was being defensive but he was being an ass.

"I'll do the same. Nothing builds up the appetite like jealousy. I am famished!" Even angry Marci thought he looked gorgeous. His hair was all over the place and he was hunting for something to tie it back with. She offered him a black rubber band from her dresser. He took it without looking at her so she figured this was not over yet. 

"I'll be back in few minutes," she told him as she started towards the back door.

"I won't be here. I'll see you sometime." Damian told her quietly. He was giving her another one of his looks and Marci felt a literal slash go through her chest area. She'd been here before. In the months leading up to the end of her relationship with Drew, he had become distant. The way Damian was behaving was exactly how Drew had started. 

"Please don't do this Damian. Stay, we can talk after I get Kayden to his father." She pleaded with him softly even though she knew she wouldn't get to him. To be honest she wasn't quite sure how to erase that whole episode in bed. 

"I have some stuff to take care of. Can I take your car? You can use mine." He was standing really close to her now and she thought maybe she'd been forgiven after all. It turned out she was wrong.

"Why do you want my car?" Sometimes he took her car but mostly to the garage and stuff, not for errands. He'd been trying to get her to trade it in for a bigger more luxurious badge but she loved her old jeep.

"Mine's too conspicuous for where I am headed," he offered succinctly.

"Ok, I guess I'll see you later. Give me the keys." He gave Marci his keys and walked out without another word to her. She felt crushed and a familiar panic coming on. She had a terrible feeling that either their engagement would soon be broken or indefinitely prolonged. Neither of those outcomes was good. Sighing she locked the door and went to Damian's car just as he sped out of her compound like a man driving a stolen car.

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Like hell she was marrying that creep! That was Drew's first thought as he jerked up from the most erotic dream he'd ever had of Marci; and he'd had plenty. He lit a cigarette in bed. Thinking about his dream, he couldn't help smiling broadly. It took him a moment but eventually he shook off the smile and made a mental note to do something about the impending nuptials. After everything he and Marci had gone through there was no way he was going to let Damian take her from him. He didn't like Damian; that was no secret. There was something slick and dark beneath that long-haired veneer that women -- Marci included-- couldn't see. Conversations with his brothers Nate and Brian had confirmed that it wasn't only him who thought Damian was bad news. He frowned some more as he thought about the wedding.

Drew had spent the better part of their four years together begging her to marry him and she always said "soon". She'd barely dated Damian for a year and suddenly there was a December wedding. He couldn't figure what that was about. He shook his head and tried to stop the painful rehashing. He loved her and from what he could tell, she wasn't completely over him either. The brief kiss they had shared at her parents' house was certainly proof that the chemistry was still there. Marci and he were meant for each other. He was definitely going to do something about it before she married herself off to that creep. 

While he showered his mind wandered back to his relationship with Marci. Those had been the best years of his life. It seemed like everything had been leading towards them spending the rest of their lives together. Marci getting married to Damian was definitely not the expected or indeed welcome end. They had been happy in Nairobi. Drew had once again moved into her apartment and life had been idyllic. Her pregnancy had gone smoothly and Drew couldn't have been happier when Kayden was born. They had named their son after his grandfather. He had been sure that once she'd settled somewhat into her role as a mother, she would think about marriage. He'd told her that he didn't like the idea of her being legally available to other men. Each time they'd broached the subject; her answer had always been "soon". 

He hadn't wanted to push her on the matter. He'd known Marci all his life and he knew her well enough not to pressure her. She never reacted well when backed into a corner but then again most people don't. He'd let it go because he was secure in the relationship and had absolutely no doubts about her love for him. Unlike most relationships which have a vague starting point for their eventual end; Drew could pin point the exact moment their relationship had changed. Dr. Shah had been the cause of their problems. Well, he'd planted the seeds of doubt. Drew had just come back from Malindi and he fell slightly sick. Brian had suggested Neem tea in case it was malaria. Neem was believed to cure up to 40 illnesses and since Drew didn't really feel like seeing a doctor, he had taken the tea for a couple of days and it had worked. Marci had even commented that his skin looked less weather beaten.

Two weeks later his editor had informed him of a book signing trip which he was legally bound to undertake. The insurance people had wanted a health test because they worried about what he might have picked up in Africa so he'd been subjected to a series of medical examinations. Out of sheer curiosity and convenience he had decided to do a full out medical evaluation. It was then that he had been informed of his asthenospermia. It came as a blow to him on two levels. His first thought while still at the doctor's was Marci had lied about Kayden. His next thought was his swimmers were weak; it was blow to his ego. Their relationship had gone downhill from that day. He needed to think and the book signing trip to London was a godsend. Over the last year Marci had quit working at the law firm to take care of Kayden full time. For a while both of them had been travelling with him. Kayden was approaching four years old and that had made it much easier to travel with him long haul. Besides, Drew enjoyed having them along. He didn't tell Marci why he wasn't taking them that last time. He had seen her eyes flinch when he told her he thought it was better if he went alone. His excuse was that it would be a trip spent on long haul flights and he didn't want to put her and Kayden through that much stress and upheaval. He would be done in little under a week if he went alone. At the time he just wanted time away from the apartment, hell, the damn country to think about raising Nate's son as his own. He wasn't sure he was magnanimous enough to do it but he couldn't imagine letting Marci and Kayden go. 

Drew turned off the shower and walked to the bedroom. Marci would have loved this house. He had moved out of his parents' house when he and Marci were together. After the breakup he had thought it would be retrogressive to move his stuff back to his parents' place so he bought a house. He had been sure that Marci would get over her anger and they'd need a bigger house with more space for Kayden. He also wanted to talk her into having a second child. In his mind that would have sealed their deal; whatever it was. In addition, Kade was old enough to deal with a new sibling but young enough so that he and a new sibling could grow up together as friends, just like Drew and his brothers. With that logic he'd bought a huge family house on the beach with lots of room outside for Kade and a couple of new siblings if they came along in the future.

Alas, it was never to be. She had not only moved on, she was getting married at the end of the year. He felt that familiar swelling in his chest that came whenever he acknowledged that she was another man's woman now. The trip to London was uneventful but when he came back, he had confronted her. During his weeklong trip he hadn't called once which he knew was unlike him. She had called him a couple of times after his monosyllabic answers she had given up all together. She hadn't met him at the airport and this had made him extremely angry for some reason. 

Drew could remember the shock on her face when he had less than tactfully told her that he knew Kade wasn't his son. She'd been seated opposite him watching him eat the welcome dinner she'd made him. Kayden had fallen asleep earlier and was in his room so Drew was sure he couldn't hear them. It had been a good as any time to have THAT conversation. As events had later proved, he had been wrong about a lot of things that night. 

"What?!?" she had asked full of shock. The hurt didn't come till later.

"You made me believe Kayden was mine. I'm hoping you'll tell me he is Nate's because any other man's name will make people call you rather unpleasant names. More unpleasant names actually." He'd told her calmly while he ate her signature chicken salad and garlic bread dish. The food was good and he was trying not to look at her. He found himself striking where it was bound to hurt most. The moment he said the last bit of that sentence he had known it was unfair. Yet he didn't say or do anything to try and reduce the hurt he knew it would cause. He'd aimed for the jugular and he wasn't turning back. He had to know.

"What?!?" she'd asked him genuinely confused. The allusion to her reputation had stung and he knew it. In the first year of their relationship she'd been extremely sensitive about how people, especially those in Malindi, would react to her being pregnant with her ex's brother's baby. The raised eyebrows and polite inquiries had driven her mad with rage. It had bothered her so much that she'd stayed in Nairobi for months on end fastidiously avoiding the Malindi scene. It was a small town full of holidaying people; it meant everyone had time to get into your business.

"You are repeating yourself Marci. And you still haven't answered my question." He prompted like he would a child.

"That's because it is absurd as well as deeply insulting. It however explains why my son and I were left behind this time. That wasn't a question, it was an accusation wasn't it?" she had asked him and he could hear the confusion and hurt in her voice. That should have been his cue to tread carefully but he was tired, angry and a bit unsure as to how he should proceed with the difficult conversation. If Marci had been a single mother when he'd returned to Kenya he'd still have made a play for her. It was the subterfuge that he was angry about, not the child.

"I needed to think after I got my results from the medical check up. Guess what? All the hard living finally got to me. My boys are weak; I can't have made you pregnant. Thing I want to know is why you'd lie about that. I wouldn't have cared either way."

"Ahh, the same way you are not caring now?" she had retorted and it made him angrier that she still hadn't answered his question. He didn't know why but he'd felt the need to hear her say the actual words; punish her for what he was going through.

"Marci quit stalling. Whose child is Kayden?" he asked levelly, leaning back in the dining chair and staring straight at her.

"Considering the level of trust you have for me right now why would you believe anything I say? Do a DNA test. I am going to bed. I'll be sleeping with Kayden tonight." She'd finally told him and left him at the table to finish his food. True to her word she had spent the next couple of days sleeping with Kade. After a week of Kayden's incessant questions about mommy sleeping with him, she'd finally asked Drew to get on with the DNA test. At this point, they were barely speaking. Drew had been going over the whole situation over and over in his head and he wasn't sure he really wanted to know. The apartment had suddenly become too small. Two weeks of tension and Marci had had enough.

"I'll be leaving at the end of the week. The apartment lease still has about three months on it. I don't want to keep it but you can if you want." she'd casually informed him one morning as she made a snack for Kayden who was getting ready to go to school. 

"Just like that?" he was taken aback. He had been sure the whole thing would blow over soon enough. 

"Just like that."

"All I needed to know was who his biological father is." He stated evenly after making sure Kayden was out of earshot. 

"It's not Nate for sure." She'd answered with a tight smile and Drew's heart had sunk. Had she been sleeping with another man while they were together? Impossible. He'd been so sure she was crazy about him. She'd had a crush on him for years so there was really no reason for her to find another man and yet she did. He blamed his ego for thinking he was enough for her. She had slept with him while still technically with Nate so......he let the thought trail away.

"The truth at last. Who were you fucking before you decided to let me take the fall?" he had asked crudely and Marci had let out a deep breath before answering.

"Wow!" she had gasped and then added, "That was....uhm....vulgar."

"Cheating is by nature vulgar, deal with it sweetheart. It was remarkably easy to get into your cunt when I came back. I had been in town a day and you so delightfully bent over for my cock. I bet a lot of rich boys were lined up at your house before me." He taunted. He wanted her as hurt and as angry as he was right now. She looked calm and unaffected and it pissed him off in the worst way.

"That's my cue to leave." she told him softly, not taking the bait. There was passive aggressive and then there was Marci. A smart lawyer through and through. She had decided not to bother; it wasn't worth it. 

She had been gone when he came back from doing errands. A note taped to the fridge asked him to kindly send her and Kayden's stuff to Malindi. She'd even left money behind for the courier. Drew had known in that moment that she was hurt. When Marci got hurt her first instinct had always been flight not fight. Of course he'd gone back for another check up just to be sure, that was the type of person he was. Dr. Shah had politely explained the earlier results as a consequence of drinking all that Neem tea. It had weakened his sperm some but that was only temporary. His boys were now back at full strength. He'd explained it to Marci but he could tell something fundamental between them had broken. In his ill conceived notion to give her space, he'd sent her right into the arms of Damian. Every time Drew saw Damian holding Kayden he wanted to rip out the big man's throat. Damian had his family and Drew was not amused. 




Drew Ch. 12



Back in the present, he heard a car parking downstairs in the front. It was probably Marci dropping Kayden off. He was familiar with the sound of her car. At least she let him spend time with his son. When he'd asked her if she ever doubted the paternity she had simply said no. She'd told him she just knew and that he was an idiot for not seeing how much he and Kayden looked alike. He'd asked his brothers about the resemblance and they had laughed. Apparently Kayden smiled and frowned just like his father. He had also been informed that the two of them moved alike and had the same attitude towards Marci. Even at four years old Kayden was very protective of his mother. He'd seen that side when she'd started sleeping in his room in Nairobi. He had asked Drew if he had made mommy mad and informed him in as serious as a child's tone can be to say sorry to her. Drew thought in hindsight that he should have listened.

Grabbing a t-shirt, he almost sprinted downstairs. Maybe he could steal another kiss from her today. All he had to do was get her away from Kayden for a moment or two and invade her much touted personal space. He'd show her around the house today; she'd always declined before but he felt it was time. With that thought in mind, he opened the door with a wide smile hoping to see his woman and his son. His smile quickly dropped when he found Damian. Great, just the person he wanted to see first thing in the morning.

"What do you want?" he asked without preamble. He stood at the door not wanting Damian to come in.

"On planet earth we start with "Good Morning" but hey, I like a direct man." Damian replied with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes. Drew had a feeling he knew where this was going. He knew that look; he'd had it many times before when he caught Nate and Marci in deep conversation and felt the nauseating waves of jealousy washing over him. That had only changed when Nate hooked up with Mila.

"Is this the part where you warn me off Marci?" Drew asked leaning casually against the door frame. He was spoiling for a fight. A good exchange of punches would help him release the pent up rage he had for the man in front of him.

"That and the fact that I intend to adopt Kayden when Marci and I are married and if you try to make the slightest move I will have your custody agreement changed dramatically." Damian told him seriously.

"You know all I got from that is that you're feeling threatened by me. I am going to have the time of my life figuring out why. Have a lovely day." He told Damian and tried to close the door. It was held in place by Damian's foot. What the hell? Damian suddenly swung at him and missed. Drew's training in the Foreign Legion kicked in even though it had been a while. His first punch was directed at Damian's unprotected stomach. To give the guy credit he didn't cry like a girl even though Drew knew the punch was painful. Drew knew blood lust and he could feel it taking over him. His next punch was aimed directly at Damian's face. It connected with a cracking sound that thoroughly satisfied Drew. Damian hit the floor hard. He was definitely bigger than Drew but then again Drew was army trained and that kind of training tends to stick with you. There was blood at the corner of Damian's mouth and it pleased Drew greatly. 

He waited for Damian to get up. This seemed a little easy, maybe too easy? Then it occurred to Drew that Damian wasn't really putting any fight into this. He was being set up. The moment Marci saw the bruises on her fiancé she would give Drew hell. When Damian was on his feet, he flashed a smile at Drew and left without another word. Fuck fuck fuck was all Drew could think. Marci was going to blow a fuse about this. Fuck.

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Marci pulled into Drew's compound and parked the car. She'd expected Drew to be at the door to meet them but after a couple of unanswered knocks she reached for her cell phone. 

"Drew?" she said exasperatedly once he picked up. She hoped he'd heard the irritation in her voice. 

"Hey Marci! I'm sorry, I had to dash out and get something for my mom and it's taken slightly longer than I'd expected. There's a key under the mat, let yourselves in. I'll be there in about fifteen minutes," he rambled off quickly. Marci could tell he was driving. 

"Sawa sawa." She told him Swahili.

"Thanks." He hang up before she could get any word in. She found the key under said mat and got into the house. She had never been in Drew's house before. She always dropped Kayden right at the door and all his invitations to come in had been politely rejected. Initially it was because she hadn't trusted herself in his company. As time wore on, it was more of habit than anything else that prevented her from getting in. Kayden immediately took off towards what she assumed was the living room because she heard the TV go on. She followed him and was impressed by the room. It was huge and warm at the same time. The sofas looked puffy and she bet they were as comfortable as they looked. One wall was full of framed pictures of Drew and his family including a few with her in them. She saw a picture of Kayden, Drew and her at the beach. She remembered that it had been taken by Natalie when Kade was about three, just before the break up. They looked good as a family and the possessive way Drew was looking at his family made her heart flutter a little. Shaking the thought off, she ignored Kade and went about looking around the room.

Most people in Malindi didn't build fire places but Marci knew exactly why Drew had one. Her own parents had property close to the beach and she knew that sometimes there were violent storms. It helped to have a fire place then because central heating wasn't exactly an option in Malindi. The fireplace looked unused so far. The mantle had pictures of Kayden's young achievements and her heart melted as she went through them. There were pictures of him graduating in kindergarten, him winning a potato race, him taking his first dip in a pool by himself and more of great memories. She turned to look at him and found him in deep concentration watching Ben 10. 

"Kade?" she called out to him and he looked up with slight irritation on his beautiful face.

"Mommy loves you." She told him simply, giving in to the rush of love she'd just felt looking at the pictures.

"I know Mom!" he replied offhandedly and went back to his program. Marci wanted to take a look around the house but thought it would be intrusive. She could take a peek at the kitchen and if caught would just say she was looking for a drink for Kade. Her mind made up, she went in search of the kitchen. It wasn't hard to find because for one thing it was really big and for another, it was right next to the living room. The man had good decor taste. It was a side of him she didn't know. The entire time they had lived together all he'd added to her house and apartment were his clothing, some stuff in the fridge and DVD's. That struck her as odd now. He'd never really laid claim to either abodes. That was unlike him seeing how possessive he was. Hmm....she let the thought pass.

It was a lovely kitchen. There was tons of counter space and way too many appliances for a bachelor. Drew wasn't exactly enthusiastic about kitchen matters. He tended to forget to eat when he was writing. She heard a car come into the compound and rushed back to the living room. She joined Kayden in one of the seats and feigned interest in Ben 10. She heard the front door open and close before Drew stepped into view.

"Hey Buddy!" he called out to his son. Kayden spared him a brief glance before returning his attention to the TV. He walked to wards them and stood behind Marci. She could feel him lean over and wasn't sure what he was about to do. She turned so that she could see him properly. It was a mistake because their lips met albeit briefly. She had the sense to jerk back and glared at him.

"I was just going to say hi but thanks." He grinned.

"Hmm. I have to get going. His bag is by the door for easy pick up and you guys have fun! Take lots of pictures." She told him tightly and stood to leave after placing a quick peck on Kade's cheek. 

"Stay for a drink. I know for sure Kayden won't move until that hour special is over. I'll show you around the house; you've never been inside." He told her and she wasn't sure whether it was an accusation or a challenge. She had to admit to herself that she was curious about the house. The little she had seen so far was very impressive. Maybe she could pick a few ideas for her place from here. 

Drew was pleasant about her tour of the house. Each room in the house had an individual and unique style. The huge living room with the comfortable sofas and a large mahogany dining table at one end was just the beginning. The roof in the living room was high and in combination with the huge windows made it very airy. He'd chosen a basic teal colour for the room and overlaid it with different shades of green and blue. It looked quite nice she had to admit. Downstairs consisted of the living room, the kitchen, pantry, laundry room, a small office and a guest bedroom en suite. A spiral stair case led to the upstairs bedrooms. He had obviously put some work into the house. The fittings looked like handmade metal work and she especially loved the large metal chandelier hanging from the centre of the living room. She expressed her appreciation of the lovely work of art as they climbed the stairs to take a look at the upstairs bedrooms. He informed her that it had been made at the local studio. As they reached the top landing, Marci thought for a moment that she shouldn't go anywhere near a bedroom especially in view of what had happened that morning. As it was she was skating on thin ice with both Drew and Damian and the last thing she needed was another flare up in Malindi. She doubted she could survive it. 

Each of the four bedrooms had a theme of its own. Kayden's room was a little boy's dream and a little over the top if Marci were to have any say in it. It had a huge Superman bed located on a top tier. The bottom had a table and cabinets. There wasn't any need for the double tier bed seeing as the room was quite spacious but Marci guessed that Kayden would find it interesting to climb the stairs and feel the air up there just like Superman. The rest of the rooms were more adult. They each had a style of their own. Extra large king size beds with wispy mosquito nets and ceiling fans as well as air conditioners. The rooms each had bathrooms with different themes on the fitting reflecting the colours of the rooms. There was also a suspended balcony in the master bedroom that looked out to the ocean. It was a lovely house and Marci had to wonder which woman had helped him decorate the house. She was impressed nonetheless. When they came back to the living room, Kayden was still watching TV and Marci begged to leave. Drew would hear none of it and poured her a rather tall glass of orange juice. 

"So, how are wedding preparations going?" he asked casually even though she could see his jaw muscle twitch at the mention of wedding.

"Not decided yet. His mother has this huge production lined up and I just want to get married on the beach with a few friends and family. It's going to be interesting seeing which one of us gets their way." She answered quietly thinking of the fight that morning with Damian and wondering if there was going to be a wedding after all.

"Hmm....don't get pushed around Hun, you don't deal with it well!" he said humorously and she laughed. He was right. She never had reacted well to being pushed around. They had left Kade to watch his program in peace and were seated at the kitchen table.  

"How's the writing going? Started something new?" She asked him conversationally wanting to take the attention off of her personal life. She definitely didn't want to spill about her problems with Damian to Drew. 

"Yeah I did start something new. Having a little trouble with the sex scene though."

"Sex scene? Did you switch genres?" she asked a little puzzled. Drew's writing reminded her of Tom Clancy just less annoying.

"Trying something new. My editor says I should make my characters more accessible so I am trying to get more romance into my new stuff."

"Ah, ok." There seemed to be nothing she could say to his revelation. She looked around the kitchen and felt her skin prickle with awareness as Drew stared at her. She did her very best to avoid his eyes but every now and then their eyes met and held for a few seconds. Her flight or flee instincts were screaming at her to get out of there fast but she seemed glued to the high stool by the kitchen counter. When their eyes next met, Drew gave her a small smile. She knew that smile. She had seen it many times. She really should have flown out of Drew's house at this point but yet again she couldn't get her limbs to move. It was like she was mentally daring him. To do what? She wondered quietly in her head as the silence stretched to uncomfortable proportions. Something had to give in order to alleviate the building tension. 

He was beside her in a flash and before she could muster the proper amount of righteous indignation he had parted her legs, settled between her thighs and was kissing her hungrily. His hands grabbed her waist to pull her closer while he continued to kiss her with what seemed like anger and pent up emotion. In the corner of her mind she could hear the TV still blaring and this relaxed her somewhat. It would never have done for Kayden to walk on his separated parents making out in the kitchen. Marci found herself giving in to the sweet familiarity of Drew's kiss and gave as good as she was getting. Quashing the alarm bells going off in her head, she followed his lead as he deliciously assaulted her mouth. When they came up for air, Marci thought they were done but she was wrong. 

Drew took a moment to stare at her with eyes blazing of longing before swooping in for another kiss. The second time was more thorough but less of an attack. His magic fingers found their way to the hem of her short sun dress and made their way towards the edges of her skimpy panties. She shivered in both apprehension and excitement. She had missed the sexual force that was Drew. She had almost forgotten how smooth he was but he was about to remind her. She had a rather frightful moment when she thought they'd be rolling on the kitchen floor in a sexual haze if his fingers found their intended target. That was when she tried to break loose but Drew wouldn't let her go. He grabbed her tighter with his free hand while the exploring hand settled on her warm centre that was getting wetter as he continued to kiss her.

She finally gave the good angel on her shoulder a mighty shove as she gave in to Drew and widened her legs so he could fit in even tighter. She could feel his erection pressing against one of her thighs and it made her all gooey inside. There was nothing frantic or desperate about Drew's actions. He was being deliberate and teasing. He wanted her turned on and she wasn't resisting him or his attentions one bit. Pushing her flimsy underwear aside, he growled approvingly when she arched into his invading fingers. She was wet and he let go of her waist to rub her aching nipples through her dress while his fingers circled her wet pussy lazily. It was utter bliss. He had not stopped kissing her the entire time.

Their tongues met with rising urgency as he finally dipped a large finger inside her . Marci gasped in pleasure and she could feel his lips smile on hers. He started out with knuckle deep thrusts but soon progressed as she moved her hips wantonly against his hand. She tried to rub her clit against his palm but he always withdrew when she came close to getting that much needed contact. He withdrew his fingers and Marci felt a wave of disappointment go through her. It was short lived however. When he resumed his assault of her hot centre his thumb was placed to rub her hard clit in circles while he finger fucked her with two fingers deep inside.

"God you're so sexy. I could fuck you right here," he huskily whispered to her when they came up for air again. It made Marci stop for a moment but he urged her on.

"Keep moving." He ordered and she did.

He turned his hand and Marci could feel his middle finger curl up and hit THAT spot inside her. The millions of nerve endings on the spongy roof of her cunt responded to that trick and Marci couldn't keep down the moan that came from her lips. She felt wonderful and she could feel her orgasm coming from a mile away. She moaned into his mouth and rubbed her breasts against his chest and gave in to the stimulus. It felt fantastic. She was reduced to a shuddering heap when he pinned her clit into her pubic bone and continued to fuck her hard with his fingers. She could think of nothing but his hand and fingers as her orgasm claimed her. 

"Breathe!" he told her softly when she had been holding her breath for too long. When her breath was somewhat calmer, he removed his fingers from under her dress and stood back to look at her. She could tell what he was thinking at the time but a quick glance at his zipper revealed that he hadn't been as unaffected by their heavy duty making out as he had seemed in the heat of the moment.

"Don't look at me like that unless you intend to do something about it." He told her with a laugh and adjusted his cock in his pants. Marci's eyes followed the action and she could literally feel her mouth salivating. The moment didn't last long however as the inevitable awkwardness of the situation filtered through both of them.

"I should leave," she told him awkwardly. He looked like he was about to say something but he changed his mind and kept quiet. Marci took that as her cue to leave. As she got off of the kitchen stool, she was briefly sceptical about her legs working properly. They were wobbly but they could get her from point A to B. Drew followed her back into the lounge where Kayden's program seemed to be on its last bits. She could feel drew standing in the archway studying her and she wanted to sublime. Her pussy was still wet and throbbing from his attentions just moments ago.

Immediately the credits on the cartoon started to roll, Marci said a hasty goodbye to Kayden and started to leave.

"Little piece of advice; don't turn what just happened into something you need to torture yourself relentlessly with," Drew told her as he opened the car door for her.

"I'm engaged. It's supposed to torture me," She told him before driving off. How was she ever going to face Damian again? The scene in the kitchen would play in head over and over again and the guilt (possibly shame) would eat at her. She knew herself well enough to know that. Damn Drew. She did miss him though. It was the one thing she had learnt today. Driving home, she suddenly changed her mind and went towards the town centre. She had nothing to do in the evening with Kade gone and Damian moody. Walking into the supermarket, she got a small basket and walked around the aisles distractedly picking snacks and some drinks. If she was going to be alone tonight, she might as well binge and get all that stress out of her system. Walking towards the cashier, she was pleasantly surprised to find Father D'Souza from the local Catholic Church in front of her in the queue. He'd always been a good friend and Marci was rather fond of him. He was a hippy in priest's clothing.

"Party Night?" he asked with a huge smile as he looked at her basket.

"Not really, I just need to decompress and I am solo tonight. How about you?" she asked looking at his modest basket containing mostly natural fruit juices.

"Hitting the beach, need to decompress as well. Want to come with?" he asked and she didn't need a second invitation. If he meant what she thought he did, it was definitely a welcome idea.




Drew Ch. 12



After they paid for their groceries they got into Damian's car and drove towards the beach. She was never really sure who had discovered "Pride Rock" first between her and Father D'Souza. She loved the secluded beach section and always went there when she wanted to get away from the world. It was here they had met and formed a solid friendship. They didn't get together as often as she would have liked to but they shared a secret and she knew he was the kind of friend who would come through if she ever needed it. Grabbing a picnic blanket from the back of the car Marci spread it on the sand in the cave like formation and they sat down to an enjoyable easy afternoon of companionship. 

"Light up?" He asked and she nodded. It had been quite a while since she had last smoked a joint and today seemed like the perfect day. While Father D'Souza went about lighting the weed, she put off her cell phones and prepared for a good time and chat with her friend the priest. The Tuskers she had bought in the supermarket were thankfully still cold and they drank it in companiable silence.

"So what's going on with you?" he finally asked as he stamped out the joint and they sipped on their beers.

"I'm supposed to be planning a wedding even though my mother to-be has her own plans for the same wedding. Drew's messing with my head. Damian's being a bit of a jerk and jealous at the same time. Nothing much as you can see. How about you?"

"Drew's messing with your head?" he asked instead of answering her question.

"That's all you got from my answer?" she asked with a laugh.

"I got the rest but that's the interesting part. I know how deep it is with you two; I am still surprised he hasn't done a series of dumb things to make your relationship with Damian difficult. The idea that he's messing with your head intrigues me."

She sighed and was silent for a moment weighing what to say. She wasn't sure what exactly it was that Drew was doing but he was p to something alright. 

"I had a moment with him earlier today." She said briefly, looking for the right words to tell the priest about her "moment" with Drew in the kitchen a few metres from their cartoon watching son.

"Uh huh. Having second thoughts about the wedding?" he asked simply and she mentally thanked him for not probing. She wasn't sure he'd appreciate knowing that she had been thoroughly finger fucked by her ex just a few minutes ago.

"I don't know. It's just all weird. I always thought I would marry Drew, I really did and then all that stuff happened. Now I am engaged to Damian and his mother is such a bitch I often have violent fantasies about her. If I marry him she'll be in our lives a lot and that just means drama. I think I have had enough of that, don't you?" 

"Definitely. Personal opinion; sort out your thing with Drew. I mean, really sort it out. Then decide what you want to do about the wedding." He advised and she quietly agreed. He had a point. Drew had already disrupted her life once and as it were, he was about to do the same thing all over again. Father was right; Drew had been uncharacteristically calm about her relationship and subsequent engagement to Damian. Either he had really let go (though this morning's actions begged to differ) or he had a master plan up his sleeve. 

"Well, I'll do that. Today was supposed to be about decompressing, so let's do that, ditch the heavy talk; it's really killed my buzz. As they sat beneath the rocks and just enjoyed each other's company Marci couldn't remember the last time she'd been this relaxed. Her son was safe with his father, Damian had gone off all on his own and she finally had some much needed space. To top it all up, she was spending time with a good friend and getting quite stoned and drunk by the look of it. 

"Who would you do among my friends?" she asked cheekily while inhaling deeply from the third joint Father D'Souza had lit up. The sun was going down and the night chill had just started settling in. 

"Hey! I'm a priest!" he told her with a laugh trying to avoid the question. She was having none of that; not in her current giggly state.

"You have that," she retorted pointing at his crotch," which means you have definitely thought about screwing someone. I won't tell, I promise."

"Well put woman. Can I just say this; that Natalie girl needs to come to church more often. She does light up the place quite a bit." Marci had to laugh out loud at his roundabout way of admitting to naughty thoughts about Natalie. She offered to drag Natalie to church with her and Kade. This sent the priest into a series of spattering coughs and when he finally stopped, she was smiling innocently at him.

"Don't. Now that you know I would just die up there. Please don't." He pleaded popping open another can of beer. 

"I promise. Though my ego is crashed, never once thought of bonking me?" she asked with a pout.

"Bonked? What kind of word is that? Anyway, The Montague boys pretty much had you cornered. There wasn't much room for any more male attention I think."

"The Montague boys. It just occurred to me that Kayden is one of them! Poor kid, so much scandal to live up to." After that they kept the conversation less personal and it was another two hours before Marci realised she was steadily approaching being hammered and she didn't think she could drive. Fuck. 

"Call Damian to come get you." Father D'Souza suggested.

She put her phones back on and ten frustrating minutes later there was still no answer from any of Damian's phone numbers. She tried Brian and then remembered that they had all trooped down to Kilifi for the day so he was hardly in a position to help her. Just as she was about to give up, they heard footsteps approaching them from the direction of the footpath that lead to the intimate cove. Even in the darkness she didn't have to look twice to know that it was Drew. Her first thought was to wonder about the whereabouts of Kade.

"Hey D'Souza, Marci. Saw your car at the parking area, came to check on you. Everything alright?" he asked with a slight frown on his face. The darkness didn't hide the suspicious looks he was darting both of them as he waited for an answer. For no reason she could fathom, Marci felt a giggle bubble deep inside her. She tried to stop it but she failed. 

"Is she stoned?" Drew asked Father D'Souza casually.

"Yep! Can't drive for sure. We've done about two six packs as well. I have so many rosaries to recite for this!" the priest answered as he started gathering their trash. Marci was looking at Drew now, smiling. She couldn't get over how damn good looking he was. 

"You are so hot Drew!" she blurted out suddenly followed by another round of giggles.

"And you my dear are going home. Kade didn't want to spend another night away from you. He threw a royal tantrum hence we drove back. He's at my place with Nate, waiting for you to come pick him up. Where's Damian?"

"Don't know, don't care! Take me home! I have munchies now." She slurred slightly and turned a fabulous smile on Drew. The priest discretely left them after they had made sure he was good for the short walk to the rectory.

"What's wrong with you Marci? I haven't seen you like this for a while. Everything okay with you and Damian?" Drew asked carefully as he pulled her seat belt around her in his passenger seat. She was still giggling and for the life of hr she couldn't tell why.

"Just peachy!" she told him with a wide grin. Then she giggled again.

"OK." He said with doubt in his voice then revved the car and they drove out of the parking lot towards his house.

"How many more peaches will we have if he finds out about your fingers inside me this morning?" she asked staring off outside the open window her giggles suddenly gone.

"Not a lot I imagine. Nice turn of phrase by the way." He said noncommittally not looking away from the road. They drove in silence for a few more minutes before Marci felt very thirsty. She asked him if they would stop at a petrol station and get some water.

"Sure. I can make up something for Kade. He doesn't need to see you this way." Drew offered casually when they had bought water and were back in the car. 

"As opposed to how he saw me when you broke my heart." She bit out sarcastically then recovered quickly and added," You are right though, he shouldn't see me blitzed out like this." 

He gave a long hard look before he swung the car out of the parking lot.

Marci's random thoughts were interrupted by Drew voicing a thought of his own. She thought she hadn't heard correctly so she frowned in his direction.

"You heard me right. Fancy a shag?" he told her with a feral smile.

"No, I would not like a carpet thank you."

"A carpet?" he asked incredulously.

"That's what it sounds like when you talk American. Your accent makes it sound like house furnishing." She told him with an exasperated sigh. 

He merely laughed at her indignation and they continued the drive to her place in silence. By now some of the clouds were clearing up in her head and she was staring to fully understand the impact of what they had done in the morning. Her house was eerily quiet when they got there. While she got herself a glass of water, Drew went about putting on the security lights. She was amused at how familiar he was being. Damian would have a royal fit if he saw this let alone heard about the finger session from earlier.

"OK. I shall go now unless of course you want to have sex. I have so much pent up horn for you I can promise you it will be probably the best shag of your life. Mine too I bet." He told her with a smile when he was done doing stuff around the house. She exhaled sharply and almost chocked on the water she was drinking. She could still feel the weed and alcohol in her system even though she was trying her mental best to sober up. Fuck, she wasn't as capable around that stuff as she once was. Being a mother will do that to you she thought to herself. Drew was still standing in front of her with arrogant expectation. He looked as gorgeous as she had always known. "Achilles Heel thy name art Drew Montague!" she thought again to herself with a giggle at her cleverness. 

"Did I say something amusing?' he asked with a deep slightly angry frown on his face,

"No, I did. In my head. I had what you would call a 'clever turn of phrase'. It amused me." She snorted smartly. He chuckled and she knew she was done for. It all came back to her. The good times they had when they were together. The laughter. The clever use of language. She missed it. Damian was a great guy but Drew had always known what stings to pull with her. 

"One last time. Then you leave me alone. This Drew and Marci farce has to stop. Why not with a bang? Literally and figuratively. It did start with a bang after all. What do they say? Start as you mean to finish? I forget." 

He contemplated her seriously for a few moments before coming towards her and invading her personal space. He was standing so close that she could hear him breath. Short, sharp breaths like stalking predator. The smile she saw when she looked up at his face should have warned her into backing off that outrageous offer. He didn't give her the time though. Swooping down, he first grazed her lips with his before sweeping her into a kiss so delicious she couldn't control the groan that came from the back of her throat. 

"You smell like Bed, Bath and Beyond." He whispered hotly against her mouth as he pushed her back into the counter top behind her. Mercifully it was clear she there was no need to clear up the surface when he lifted her easily and placed her on it.

"Of course, that weed smell is going to last a while but I like it. Reminds me of Lost Boyz." He continued whispering to her.

"Lost Boys?" she asked while sucking in a deep breath as he nipped the side of her neck. The small action sent almost intolerable tingles to the core of her and she could feel the wetness pool inside her pussy. 

"Boyz with a Z. Shorty looking good, smelling of weed indeed." 

"You picked a fine time to get your gangster on Drew." She commented with a laugh when the reference clicked.

Marci shivered when he continued to look at her like he was about to refuse her rather audacious offer. In the back of her mind she knew he would never refuse. If for nothing else, he would jump at this opportunity to stick to Damian. She had never understood why he disliked Damian so much. At first she had thought it was because she was now dating the guy but of late she got the distinct impression that it was Damian he didn't like. That line of thought died when he gently lifted her and placed her on top of the kitchen counter behind her. Stepping smoothly between her legs, he cupped her breasts and started to play with them. This was more like it she thought and threw her head back to enjoy the moment. 

"This kitchen is like a porn studio for us; I love having you here. I have missed this so much!" he whispered to her before claiming her lips. It seemed she had forgotten all about the morning because her senses flooded with endorphins from just that little kiss. It was like kissing him for the first time all over again. She felt so good that a man escaped her throat. Drew's face hovered over hers a few seconds before he lowered his mouth to her neck. He began to lightly nip at her throat. He knew her buttons and he was starting to push them.

"No marks Drew." She warned with a raspy voice when he started sucking at her neck. There was no way to explain a hickey to Damian. She was already doing a stupid thing; there was no reason to upgrade it into a retarded one. 

Marci liked what he was doing to her. Her entire body was crying in welcome at Drew's attention. It had missed the man's familiar and expert touches. If she did eventually get married she would miss Drew's band of torture. A lot. Her thoughts died when his hands started to move all over her body. In a moment of self consciousness she remembered that she'd forgotten to shower. She must be reeking. Pushing Drew off her for a second, she stared at his handsome confused face and took in a long breath.

"I need to shower first. You know me....." she trailed off. She had a thing about smells and Drew would know that she wouldn't be comfortable if she thought she wasn't clean. He nodded and carried her off the counter. He carried her all the way to the bathroom then proceeded to undress her while she stood still, watching him. Everything about Drew screamed SEX! She couldn't for the life of her remember ever feeling so reckless and yet safe. It was a good-ish feeling. She wasn't sure how to take it. Her naughty side of the mind told her to stop thinking and just feel. 

When Drew was done taking off her clothes, he took what seemed like milliseconds to get rid of his own clothes. Placing his hand on the small of her back, he guided her into the bathroom. While he adjusted the temperature and force of the water , she quickly brushed her teeth. She felt fairly sober now. This was good; she wanted to remember this last time with Drew. If she was being branded a whore left right and centre, she may as well make sure she was actually culpable. She let an evil grin play on her face for a moment before she turned to find Drew watching her with an amused grin of his own.

"Thinking of taking over the world?' he asked with a slight chuckle. She smiled back at him. Good God the man was breathtaking. 

"Not the world, just you!" she informed his smartly pushing him into the shower.

"Yes Ma'am!" he agreed easily and she laughed at his enthusiasm. He was quicker than her to grab the bath sponge and lathered it up quickly. The heavenly vanilla scent of the shower gel and the warm steam from the shower were just the sort of perfect ambience she relished. He was soon soaping her up, making sure the lather covered every inch of her body. She knew Drew enough to know that he was not in a hurry and her best bet was to just let him do his thing. Tonight she felt totally selfish; she was in a receiving mood.

When she felt him reach over her shoulder for the shampoo, she stopped him. 

"Fizzy hair afterwards." She explained succinctly but he ignored her.

"I like fizzy hair." He grinned evilly and poured a generous amount of shampoo right at the top of her head. When she was convinced he was spending entirely too much time on her hair, she reached down and started tracing light patterns on his stomach. She could feel it twitch beneath her fingers and she boldly reached lower. 

"Impatient much?" he admonished with another one of his killer grins. 

"Like an assassin waiting for a target to get into place," she husked as he reached for the shower-head and drowned her in shampoo foam as it washed off her hair. It was neither an erotic nor elegant moment and her ensuing sputtering ended in a snort. Of course it did. Drew seemed pleased with himself though and was vibrating against her in laughter as he washed off the rest of the shampoo from her hair; only this time more delicately. It didn't take her long to recover though and Drew soon made her forget his transgression. 

He pulled her against his hard body and deliberately sandwiched his rock hard cock between them as he washed the last of the shampoo and soap from her body. Wrapping her hands around his neck, she leaned into his neck and stood on tip toe to suck at his neck. His groan was all the response she needed to know that he was as attuned to her as she was to him. 

A tender moment ensued when all they did was run hands all over each other and just stand in the shower. They were still so close that it was would take the slightest movement on either of their parts for actual penetration to occur. It ended suddenly though.

Bending down to take her mouth in a brutal, possessive kiss, he quickly turned her, pushed her forcefully into a shower wall and widened her legs by standing between them and grinding his cock against her.

He grunted rather than said "Home!" before taking his penis and slid inside her so slowly she wanted to kill him. This was not a good time for teasing. The grab and push had led her to believe this was going to be rough and raw. She definitely wanted rough and raw. A small giggle escaped her as she had the sudden urge to stop the sex, walk to the music system and cue "How Do You Want It" by Tupac. See if that gets his gangster really going on. 

"Do I amuse you in some way?" he asked as he stopped. He looked genuinely concerned that she would find anything funny at this point. 

"Not at all Drew. Just wondering what's taking you so long. You had given me the impression that you had really missed being inside me. Changed your mind already?" she asked with a naughty smile and just enough of a challenge that she knew he would respond to. 

He took a moment to regard her intensely before groaning and slammed into her so hard she rammed into the wall with an audible thud. She didn't even register the pain; if there was any at all that is. He paused for the briefest of seconds to wrap her legs around his waist before he started pounding hard into her. Marci shuddered violently and arched her back to deepen his thrusts. 

Grabbing her wrists, he secured them over her head whispering all the wicked things he would do to her as he plunged deeper and harder. His hips began to thrust faster, harder, burying his cock in her pussy to the hilt each time he sank into her. Pressing forward he ground his pelvis against her own, grinding his cock into her pussy and causing a great deal of friction to pass against her clit as he pressed into her. 

"Good fucking Lord you will be the death of me woman!" He ground out, his cock sliding free only to thrust into her even harder than before, one of his hands moving down to grip her thigh and pull her more tightly against him.




Drew’s Scottish Homecumming



WARNING: The following is a work of erotic fan fiction, the events of which are completely made up and did not happen, and is no true reflection of the persons, wrestlers, events, promotions etc depicted within. This material is unsuitable to be viewed by those under the legal age limit of viewing pornographic material in your current country of residence. 

Featuring: Kay Lee Ray(SHIMMER, SHINE), Drew Galloway(formerly Drew McIntyre in WWE).

Drew's Scottish Homecumming

An indies erotic story 

by DaxG2001  

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Following his shocking, surprise homecoming not just to Scottish wrestling, but to former promotion Insane Championship Wrestling in Glasgow, Scotland at their July, 27th 2014 event, the former Drew McIntyre of the WWE now known again as Drew Galloway is still buzzing after the thunderous ovation he'd gotten after staking his claim in impactful style to again become ICW Heavyweight Champion. "They never saw it coming, but now the whole fecking world knows that Drew Galloway is back!" He says to himself with a grin, clad in tight fitting black pants that hug nicely to his body, and of course shows off is muscular upper body. 

As he heads away, intending perhaps to make as quick an exit from the building as his surprise arrival, his attention is caught by a gorgeous young woman who if her pretty looks weren't enough to catch the eye, her bright flaming red hair certainly is. Folding her arms across her chest is resident ICW roster member, and already an international star for US promotions like SHIMMER Women Athletes and SHINE Wrestling – Kay Lee Ray. She's dressed in jeans that show off her cutely rounded ass, and an ICW: Fierce Females T-shirt that nicely clings to her perky chest.

"Well well, look who's come back to Scotland to slum it with the rest of us." Ray playfully taunts, giving him a look over with a smirk as she steps off from the corridor wall.

"Slum it? Lass, I wasted the last couple of years of my career stuck in a no-hit-wonder group." Drew states, coming to a stop in front of her. "And I didn't come here to get mouthed off at by some Paramore looking wifey like you Kay Lee Ray, or anyone else around here. The Chosen One is back, and I'm gonna be the ICW Heavyweight Champion again sooner than you know it."

A look of surprise come across her pretty face. "You've heard of me? Hell, I should'na be surprised since I'm the Fierce Females champ and all."

"Aye lassie, I know about you alright. What, you'd think I'd just waltz back in and underestimate everyone around here?" Galloway smirks at her. "Heard you like to take on the lads as well as the lasses around here. Not that you'd ever be a threat to me, but I like to know about who my potential opponents are."

"First of all Drew, it's not just here in ICW – any promotion on this fecking planet I'll take on the blokes and I'll kick their arses." Ray states boldly. "And second? Laddy, I'd give you more than just a run for your money any time, any place, and in any kind of match either." She says, smirking as she gives him quite a longer look than anyone just challenging for a match would.

"That so? Looks like to me you want to see if you can handle me inside of your ring, instead of inside the wrestling ring..." The former Drew McIntyre states, taking a moment to cast an approving eye over her athletic, desirable frame.

"All that Yank junk food didn't kill the mince in your head..." Kay Lee teases again with a brief bite down on her bottom lip. "Maybe I want to see what you're made of... Maybe I heard a story or two from a couple of your former co-workers when I worked the States a while back." She takes another look over his muscular, stunning upper body before up to him. "So, you game to try and last against me? Or are you just a wanker trying to play a rockstar?"

"Lass, you are about to get pounded into the middle of next week." Drew states, now licking his lips as he looks her dead in the eye to return the look of desire she's giving him.

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Moments later inside of a small, females-only toilet room in the building, Drew Galloway is watching as the beautiful, fiery Kay Lee Ray is undoing his belt, pulling his pants down and seeing the wide eyed, open mouthed look she gives when she sees the fat and long cock hanging between his legs, his smirk turns into a grin when it's obvious the stories she's heard are very much true. 

"Alright there lass? Not thinking of backing out now, are ya?" It's now his turn to taunt, groaning a little as she takes a hold of his dick with both her hands, starting to smoothly but quite steadily stroke his rod, taking a long while to stare at that mighty looking prick as the already quite saucy smile on her pretty face starts to widen as his tool becomes soon erect in her jerking grasp.

"No way! I was hoping for a challenge out of you anyway!" Ray states with a grin, using both her hands to swiftly stroke off his length, unable to take her eyes off the mouth-watering sight as his length hardens and really she sees what kind of a meaty weapon he's packing. Gripping and stroking at the lower part, she leans down and swats her tongue across and around the bell end, giving it a couple of swirling motions before she spits down onto the tip, then using her hand to rub that saliva over his length with another few firm strokes. 

"Mmmm... Bet it's been a while since you've had a real Scots lass handling you." She says with a cute laugh, holding his rod by the base so she can slap the crown against her tongue a couple of times, making herself groan as well as him before she pumps that shaft and brings herself back in towards him, now opening her mouth to take his cock inside.

"Mmmm... Hey, I've toured the UK a couple of times with my last... Employer..." Galloway responds, moaning as he feels her nicely soft lips being firmly wrapped around his length as she begins to move her head steadily up and down on him, keeping eye contact as he can see clear desire from the gorgeous red headed grappler as she starts to suck his fat cock. 

"Ahhhh... But trust me lass... You're gonna get more than a fecking challenge out of me... Mmmm... By the end of this..." He smirks down at her, already approving and then some the way she's blowing his tool, keeping her hand pumping on the bottom portion while she handles the upper inches with her oral hole, groaning around that thickness as she sinks down and rises smoothly up with a wonderfully fluid motion.

"Mmmmph!! Mmmmm... Ullllkkk!!" The starlet of SHIMMER and SHINE Wrestling noisily sucks on the big dick of the hunk she's kneeling in front of, showing no shame in performing this sex act in a toilet as she steadily rocks her head back and forth on the long dick of the former WWE Superstar, making him moan as she easily works him over with both her clearly far from novice mouth as well as her stroking hand. 

"Mmmm... Mmmmpph mphh... Mmmm!!" Her groan is muffled again by the vast shaft she's blowing, managing to keep her lips nicely wrapped around no doubt the biggest cock she's ever seen in her life but far from being intimidated, it's just turning her on as she turns things up a notch, moving her hand to grip his cock by the base as she pushes her flaming haired head further down onto his pole.

"Ahhhhh shit... That's the fucking stuff right there..." The handsome Scotsman moans, being both impressed and pleasured by how she's deeply taking his member into the damp and hot mouth of his fellow Scottish native, who's showing she's got skills outside of the squared circle as she continues to bob her head along almost all of his manhood. 

"Mmmmm... Hey, easy there now lassie... Don't want you breaking your little neck there..." He comments with a smirk, hearing the beautiful wrestler gagging on his cock when she drops down deeply to almost deep throat him, more saliva being splattered onto his inches as some is already seeping past her lips and down her chin from the steady, repeated sucking motion she's delivering like it's all too easy for her.

Narrowing her smoking hot eyes up at him, she takes it as a challenge as she grips his sturdy thighs, before boldly pushing her face straight down into his crotch, making the returning ICW star moan out louder than before as she presses those lovely lips right around the base of his thick cock. 

"Mmmmph!! GAHHHHH!! Mmmmmph!!" She groans and gags around that big shaft, fighting against the gag reflex and the discomfort to prove a point as she impressively stays down for several long moments to properly deep throat him before lifting back up and right off of his dick to catch her breath. 

"Surprised myself with that one!" The current ICW grappler laughs again, spitting a large wad of saliva onto his tool before gripping the base again and giving another couple of rapid, loud sucks on the majority of his length for good measure, smirking up at the grinning hunk as she again shows off her oral skills that's left his cock with more than a nice layer of spit all over it.

"I can tell you're a... Mmmm! A proper Glasgow lass, that's for sure..." Drew says, still smirking as he watches her bob along his dick a couple more times.

Pulling her head off of him, she raises an eyebrow as she licks her lips clean. "And what's that supposed to mean?" Kay Lee asks with a sly smile, standing up as she undoes her jeans, turning around and looking back at him as she makes a show out of sliding her clothing down, showing off her nicely rounded arse and her neatly shaved, but already wet looking twat.

"Fucking means you're gagging for it, and that's no bad thing..." Galloway states as he steps out of his pants just as she's getting out of hers, making the move as he positions her so he can lift her leg up for access as she slaps the head of his rod against her folds.

"Mmmm... I'm not some kind of fecking slag, get that right in your head..." She says with a slightly narrowed eyed look, but doesn't resist as she leans forward to rest her arm against the toilet wall for support to stay up on that one leg.

"Never said you were, but if you've got something to admit, then feel free..." The former Drew McIntyre in the WWE says with a chuckle, before letting out a moan as she pushes his covered with her saliva cock into her tight snatch, making her already groan in delight and rock back against his pumps as he starts to send them deep into her. 

"Ahhhh... Not with a cunt as tight as this... You sure ain't no corner worker..." He groans again, keeping a hold of her leg as he works his hips back and forth to drive his shaft straight forward into her wetness, causing the already world travelled beauty to moan out with every thrust that's delivered into that snug hole as she pushes herself back firmly against those well timed pumps.

"Ahhhh!! Mmmm... You've got some weird ways... Mmmmm!! Of giving a lass a compliment..." The current ICW: Fierce Females Champion moans as she looks across, watching his fat shaft as it vanishes up into her snatch to already stuff her full before pulling back out to the halfway mark so it can be rushed back in, the erotic slap of skin meeting skin ringing out around the toilet she's getting banged in as she pumps away into her. 

"Uhhhhh!! Mmmmm fuck!! Guess those years spent with the Yanks... Mmmm!! Gave you that messed up slang?" She smirks and playfully teases as she keeps on pushing her slender, curved and still semi-clothed frame back sharply to meet each of his steady, already forceful thrusts as the woman who's at ease at competing against the men just as much as she is against other women shows she's can take it from the way she's handling getting nailed by such a thick and long cock like this.

"Mmmmm... What you want me to say Kay Lee? That you're a great cock sucker and you've got a nice, tight twat?" The former WWE Intercontinental Champion groans as indeed he's been loving been balls deep inside of her tight, wet pussy as he uses a series of perfectly timed thrusts to ram his member right into the box of the red headed female wrestler, keeping her moaning out as well as he pumps that mighty tool all the way into her to stuff her full before pulling out just a little in order to quickly and forcefully repeating the motion. 

"Ahhhhh! Mmmmm... Not that it isn't true, like..." He adds with a smirk, using his free hand to give her ass a sharp spank to make her groan as he keeps on driving his cock deep into her snatch as she rocks back and forth to meet his motions, and seeing how she's more than capable of handling this kind of action he starts to really hammer things home into her, a hard thrust now making her jolt forward when his muscular body connects with her sexy, athletic frame.

"Ooooooh fuck!! Mmmmm... I'm not just great Drew... Around here I'm the best you'll ever... Ahhhhh!! Ever fucking have!!" The Glasgow beauty grins back at him, moaning out without any shame to show how much she's loving being roughly fucked like this, still managing to stay up in position on one leg and with her arm on the wall for support as she's almost bounced back and forth now from how hard the thrusts being sent all the way into her wet and still tight snatch are. 

"Mmmmm!! Awwwww FUCK!! Give it to me... Fucking wreck that cunt!!" She demands with a groan, tossing her bright red hair back as she takes this pounding from the native of Ayr, Scotland as he slams his meaty rod in and out of her slick snatch, making him groan as well as he shows his own erotic ability to keep up this kind of intense pace, already giving her the kind of banging a beauty like her deserves.

"Aye lass... Mmmmm!! I ain't fucking talk either... Mmmmm..." He grunts, giving her arse another firm spank before gripping her, thrusting his dick deep into that snug hole and staying balls deep in her, and he smirks when she instantly grinds herself back against his dick to make them both moan as she works every fat inch of his rod into her snatch and all the while still staying up on the single leg as he holds the other up. 

"Ahhhh! I came back home... Mmmmm... To make a bloody impact of my own..." The former "rockstar" in 3MB groans out, starting to swiftly pump his dick in and out of her nice and tight pussy, the pace now allowing her again to move back to meet his incoming motions, ensuring he's going in balls deep every single time he rams himself right forward into her box to keep her moaning out at the same time.

"Mmmmm!! Oh shit... You think you're a fucking gift to Scotland now... Ahhhh!! Now that you're back?" Ray is still able to show that desirable, rebellious nature even as she's getting fucked hard like this, taking another deep pump that makes her groan out.

"Ahhhh... I'm still The Chosen One, no matter where I am..." Galloway states with a smirk, groaning as he pulls out of her wet and still tight snatch, setting her leg down on the floor so she can stand up. "Sounds to me like you think you're bigger than Nessie in this country." He states.

"I just know I'm good laddy, and I know I can handle you, "rockstar"." Kay Lee boldly states with a sexy smile, reaching and pulling her T-shirt up over her head, showing off her perky breasts. "Take a fecking seat and I'll show you a better time than any of the slags back across the pond ever could." She challenges him, motioning to the "throne" itself in the toilet they've been fucking in.

"Considering I wasted a good few months with a blonde with a clown smile? You're already doing way better than she could ever manage." Drew says, having no problems sitting down on the lid on the toilet, his cock – covered with a light layer of her juices now – pointing straight up and ready to go.

"Aye? Well, I'm gonna really "rock" your world now Drew..." She states, straddling his waist and resting her hands on his broad shoulders as she lowers herself down onto his cock, both desirable Scottish wrestlers moaning out as he grips her toned waist and she firmly plants her feet on the floor either side of him. Giving him a saucy grin, she starts to bounce herself on his shaft, groaning as she drops down firmly and makes her ass cheeks slap into his thighs when she goes down to the base, yet again filling her pussy up completely with the biggest dick she's ever had before in all of her days. 

"MMMM!! Oh fuck yes... Mmmmm... Bet you fucking love that, huh?" She gasps out, working her snug, damp hole with a steady pace already along his fat inches, showing off the kind of sexual know-how that wouldn't be expected from such a young and gorgeous female wrestler.

"Ahhhhh! Mmmmm... Damn right I do... Ride that big fecking cock lass!" He grins back with a moan of his own, more than happy to let her show her stuff and take the lead, since it's getting him balls deep inside a fantastic feeling, hot pussy as she briskly rides his vast rod, her cries of lust mixing with his along with the smack of skin meeting skin each time she sharply drops own onto his tool to take him deep. 

"Ahhhh... First night back... MMMM... And already getting some hole... Gotta fucking love that..." He gladly admits, watching as the bright red headed beauty continues to ride his shaft with a quick and forceful motion, keeping him lodged right up into her snug, wet twat as she only lifts up so a few inches are out of her so she can quickly drive back and get the wonderful sensation of being stuffed full of huge dick once again.

"Oooooooh MMMM!! Yeah Drew!! AHHHH!! A nice, big Scottish prick!! MMMM!!" The stunner who has completed for SHINE Wrestling and SHIMMER Women Athletes already in her career shamelessly moan out as she swiftly and steady bounces her cutely curved frame up and down onto the big dick of the former WWE Superstar she's mounted on top off. 

"UHHHH!! Oh fuck!! MMMM... Give it to me Drew!! Pound my tight fecking cunt with that dick, you bloody hung bastard you!" She almost begs, gasping as sweat forms over her pretty face, finding herself having to stop and grind down onto that tool, which is still more than enough to make them both moan out in pleasure as he's rod remains deeply inside that hot, and still nicely tight snatch of hers. Just as he grips her body and leans her forward towards him, she grins and shifts her hands up to his rugged, handsome face, planting her lips against his to start off a deep, lusty kiss that's soon eagerly accepted as their tongues being to slap against each other.

Reaching down to grip her toned ass cheeks, the former Drew McIntyre starts to piston his shaft up hard and with great speed to drive his fat length in and out of her wet box, making her groan loudly into the sloppy kiss she's engaged in, her body being forced to rock forward against his muscular frame from the force alone of every deep thrust she's taking now. 

"MMMM!! Mmmmm... Mmmm!!" The hunky stud has rather all too easily taken control of this situation now, pistoning his manhood sharply up into her snug and hot snatch, as shamelessly the talented and beautiful female wrestler he's banging groans out as they both continue to make out, unfazed by how nasty it is to being fucking inside of the toilet room they're both in.

"MMMMPHH! Mmmmm... MMMMMPH!!" Muffled as her cries are, the reigning Scottish Women's Champion of ICW: Fierce Females can't hide her desire as she grips onto the long, rockstar-like hair of the former ICW Heavyweight Champion she's getting banged by, whipping her tongue against his as they swap spit and he swiftly delivers thrust after hard thrust deep up into her slick yet still able to take a whole lot more cunt. 

"MMMMM!! OH FUCK!! Ahhhhh!! Oh yes!! Yes yes YES YES MMMMM!!" Pulling away, she can't help but moan out as her body roughly moves forward up against his from how deeply and powerfully he's slamming his rod into her tightness, showing passion as fiery as her flaming red hair as she grips the shoulders again, tilting her head back and all too willing accepting this intense fucking that to her credit many a normal women years her senior would struggle to cope with.




Drew’s Scottish Homecumming



"Ahhhhh! MMMM... Awwww fuck!! I thought... Mmmm!! You were gonna show me a thing or too lass?" Galloway questions, but the grin of his now sweat-covered facial features shows he couldn't care less as he delivers another couple of hard and deep pumps into her.

"I don't... MMMMM!! I don't fucking care anymore!! OOOOOOH SHIT!!" Kay Lee gasps out, groaning when he pulls his dick out of her already well fucked hole. "Just fecking pound me you hung bastard! I fucking need it!!" She practically begs, moving off from him and the toilet they'd fucking on as she moves to bend over the sink, spreading her legs wide and placing both hands on the mirror on the wall in front.

"Aye... I can bloody do that Kay Lee, too right I fucking can..." Drew states with a lick of his lips, moving up behind her and lining his long and fat cock back up with her dripping wet snatch. "You're a little slag for my big fecking cock now, aren't you?" He taunts with a smirk, running his hands over her nicely curved arse as he pushes the head of his prick into her hot tunnel.

"UHHHHH... Mmmmm... Yes! You magnificent bastard you! I... Ahhhh!! I love that big fucking cock!" She almost whines, being completely cock-whipped now from his superb sexual skill and how great along his cock feels stuffing her full. 

"Please! I... Ahhhh!! I need it Drew!! I need you to... OOOOOOOH FUUUUUUCK!!" Tossing her bright red hair back, she screams out when without warning the handsome Scottish stud behind her grips her toned waist and starts to hammer his long, thick cock into her snatch, his muscular body slamming into her nicely curved frame to make her bounce forward towards the sink, her mouth handing open as a stream of moans and shameless cries spill out. 

"MMMM!! YES!! UHHHH Fuck me!! AHHHH!! FUCK MY FECKING CUNT!!" She begs, even as she's getting more than seemingly she can handle even after lasting this long, but as good as she already is at her young age at sex, she's getting out-fucked by his experienced, deep and hard thrusts, and she's loving every moment of it as her snug snatch gets stuffed to the max thanks to his meaty member. 

"Ahhhhh!! MMMM... Yeah Kay Lee!! Fucking take it, you hot... UHHHH!! Little slag you!!" The former WWE Superstar grunts as he harshly drives his dick in and out of her now not nearly as tight as she was half an hour ago snatch, but she still feels wonderful to be balls deep inside which is why he's carrying on slamming home over and over again into the beauty who's been a rising starlet across the UK indies and beyond. 

"MMMM... Each time I'm back... Awwwww FUCK!! Around here in ICW... Mmmm!! You'd better be ready to spread your fecking legs... Ahhhhh!! And take what's coming to you just like this!" He groans out, gasping for air a little from keeping up this intense pace as he delivers the kind of pounding that a young stunner like her deserves, reaching forward to take a grip of her long, flaming hair to pull her back sharply against his thrusts, only further serving to make her shamelessly cry out even more as he dominates her soaking wet pussy with more of those hard hitting and deep pumps that would look more in place in a porn movie then backstage in the toilet of a wrestling show.

"UHHHH!! Oh yes Drew!! MMMM!! Just keep FUCKING ME!! You can... AHHHHH!! Do whatever you want!!" The talented and gorgeous female grappler continues to act like a true cock-craving, sex-drunk whore as she gazes at the ripped frame of the stud slamming his rod in and out of her snatch behind her, barely feeling the discomfort of being yanked back by her stylish red hair as she's so caught up in the mind-blowing pleasure she's getting from his more than simply skilled pumping of her snatch. 

"MMMM!! FUCK!! Oh fuck I'm close!! AHHHH! Don't stop!! PLEASE!! I'm gonna!! MMMM!!!" She yells out again, almost drooling from the mouth as her body is being roughly rocked back and forth towards the sink she's still bent over in front off, her curved ass cheeks now a shade similar to her hair colour from the repeated impact of his waist connecting off of her every time he's rammed in balls deep into her slick cunt.

"AHHHH!! Horny little skank!! MMMM!! You'd better fucking cum lass!!" He grunts, seeing her expression of pure pleasure as he's driven on himself to keep on pumping away into her snug, soaking wet tunnel, causing himself to moan as sweat coats his muscular, desirable body as he keeps his dick smoothly and quickly ramming balls deep into her, making his nutsack slap into her athletic, sexy frame. Hearing her groan out deeply again and seeing her eyes start to roll backwards from the shameless pleasure, he soon feels her exploding all hard over his fat cock, as Kay Lee Ray starts to cum hard thanks to the hard and fast thrusts of Drew Galloway behind her. 

"Awwwww FUCK!! Shit... Gushing like the a fecking waterfall... MMMM..." He groans, not letting up as he continues to thrust away into the moaning beauty, aiding her to ride out what's clearly the biggest, hardest sexual high she's ever had in her young life, but form the way he's also moaning deeply and feeling his dick starting to pulsate inside of her dripping wet hole, the motion isn't simply to make sure it's a job well done on her.

"Uhhhhh!! Oooooooh... Mmmmm!! Oh fuck... Mmmmm..." She can only groan and gasp, still having her head being held up by the hair and that along with the grip on her waist is pretty much the only thing keeping the now sweat coated beauty up and bent over the toilet sink, her body roughly jolting when he delivers a now much slowed down but still pleasurably deep thrust into her. 

"Fucking Hell!! Mmmm... You know... Ahhhh... How to handle a Fierce Female like me... Oooooooh! That's for sure..." She's able to gasp out, gazing at the reflection in the mirror to see how his chiseled out of stone body is glistening with sweat as he delivers a couple more balls deep thrusts into that dripping snatch, the sight of which has her licking her lips even after just riding out all of an intense orgasm the likes of which she many never experience again in quite the same way.

"AHHHHH... Damn fecking right... Now let's see you... UHHHH!! Handle a big mouthful..." The former Drew McIntyre groans out, pulling out of her now gaping from how well she's been hammered pussy, and he shifts his grip of her waist to now pull the sweat-coated beauty away from the sink and now down to her knees on the toilet room floor in front of him. 

"MMMMM!! Open fucking wide Kay Lee... Because trust me... AHHHHH!! There's a lot cumming your way..." He warns as her keeps her head in place and tilted back with a handful of that sexy, bright red hair, the other hand being used to furiously jerk himself off, expertly aiming the crown of his soaked with her fluids rod down at her face, and the look of naughty desire she's giving back to him as she opens her mouth up and sticks her tongue out just helps him to rapidly reach a well deserved climax of his own.

It's not long to wait before she gets that creamy treat, as after a deep groan Drew Galloway starts to shoot his load, sending bursts of thick spunk right into Kay Lee Ray's mouth and onto her tongue, making her groan as she's soon filled up with such a load that it'd be expected to be the combined amount from a couple of men, not the single groaning hunk who's stroking out every last drop of his jizz. Finally pumping his tool for the final spurt, he grins down at the huge mouthful of cum the stunning redhead has, and she has no problem with drawing that hungry tongue back in, pressing her lips together, and gulping it all down with a single, very slutty gulp before opening her mouth again to show him she's swallowed all of his cum down after being fucked superbly in this toilet room.

"Mmmm... Fucking tastier than any deep fried Mars bar, right?" Kay Lee grins up at him, groaning as she shakily stands up to her feet, showing the effects of being fucked so hard and fast like she'd just been.

"Aye lass..." Drew says with a gasp, catching his breath himself as he lets go of his spent rod. "Don't you forget... The next time I'm around here, you'd better be ready lass. I'll be bringing a big bottle of lube and I'll be shagging you deep in that tight looking arse of yours." He states, the smirk on his hugged, sweat covered face showing his isn't kidding around.

"Who says I wouldn't be bringing my own fecking toys?" Ray responds with a naughty smile of her own, looking him over. "After that kind of a fuck? I'm coming prepared next time, and that means not waiting until after the show to get a piece of that cock of yours lad!"

Giving her an approving look over, Galloway nods his head with a chuckle. "It's damn good to be back home..."

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Drew's Awakening



Drew dropped her bags and fell on the nearest bed. Tired was not the word to explain how she felt. She had just spent the last six hours driving here to Broadmoor College and getting herself registered into the dorm. She closed her eyes and drifted off.

The door slamming against the wall made her jump up. She could see boxes being pushed in and hear someone grunting. Pushing the boxes into the room was a black girl. Drew was mesmerized by her beauty. She had beautiful dark brown skin and a figure to die for. Drew pulled her sweater around herself conscious of her plump figure. “Hey roomie,” said the girl. She pushed her boxes on in and closed the door. 

“Hi, I’m Moesha, just call me Moe,” she bubbled. Her short curly hair-do wrapped around her face perfectly. She had those big luminous brown eyes that Drew would loved to have had. She had on a Broadmoor College T-shirt and loose fitting jeans. 

“Hi, I’m Drew Van Horn. I guess we’re roommates,” she gushed. Okay, I need to calm down and take deep breaths she thought. Drew had several complexes, she felt she was too fat, her breast were too big, her nose was too small for her face, she wasn’t the smartest person and on and on. Her parents had sent her to Broadmoor hoping that she might blossom at a smaller college. That didn’t seem likely if this beautiful girl was going to be her roommate.

“Let me help you,” said Drew

Together they pulled the boxes on in. “I know I have too much stuff. But I’ll weed it down in no time,” said the ever bubbly Moe.  She looked around the room and checked out their bathroom. “I don’t know why I’m looking. This was the same room I had last spring.”

You were here last spring? asked Drew.

“Yep, I’m a sophomore this year. Are you taking that bed?” asked Moe pointing to the bed Drew had laid on.

“I guess, unless you want this side.”

“No honey, it don’t matter to me which side I’m on. You take that side and I’ll get over here.” Moe and Drew spent the next hour getting their luggage unpacked and put away. Finally, Moe said, “I’m going to take a shower and call it a day. “ She then stood up and stripped off the T-shirt and her jeans. There was no panties or bra. Drew was stunned by her beauty.

“I hope you don’t mind me walking around naked. If you do, tell me now,” said Moe. She turned and faced Drew. Drew had never seen a naked black girl before, especially one who had shaved her pussy area. Look up at her face, don’t look at her perfect upturned breast with the large brown areolas, don’t look at her bald pussy. With effort she looked at Moe’s face and shook her head no. “No, I don’t have a problem. Walk around like you please,” she lied. 

Hell, yes, it was going to bother her. She was not used to seeing other females naked and she really wasn’t used to being around black people either.

“Cool, you and I are going to be great together. I know everything about this school and I know all the best places in town,” said Moe. She gathered a towel and washcloth and headed for the bathroom. Drew could hear the shower come on. She fell back on her bed and closed her eyes. Doubt begin to cloud her mind again. Her fingers drifted to her pants and soon she was stoking herself. This is what she did when she was feeling low.  A good climax always lifted her spirits. She put both legs up so she could get better access to her pussy. Her mound was covered with thick brown hair. Maybe she should shave like Moe. She slipped her fingers in her slit and was surprised to find she was already very wet. Did this mean she was a lesbian? She fingered herself quickly and came with two fingers buried in her slit. Gosh, I was ready she thought.

Drew and Mel settled into dormitory life. Drew found Moe to be friendly and very popular. Other girls were always coming to see her. She was smart and helped Drew with her studies. Drew found herself masturbating more and more. It was too much seeing such a beautiful body every day. Moe thought nothing of shaving her pussy in the room or exercising naked. Drew’s plump pussy stayed wet. It was so frustrating. 

One late evening, Moe took her shower and came out naked as usual. She went to the couch were Drew was reading an assignment. Drew looked up and saw Moe standing right in front of her with a funny look on her face. 

“Drew, can I ask you something?” She didn’t wait for Drew to answer. “Do you want to touch me?”

“What?” 

Moe was so close Drew only had to lean forward to touch her. Her nipples were hard and so long.

“You look at me everyday. I see you looking at my titties . . .my pussy. Do you want to touch me?” Drew wanted to throw her down and do whatever it was that lesbians do. But a life of chastity held her back. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I don’t look at your . . .tit . . .of course you’re naked everyday and I see you,” she fairly whispered.

“Drew, if you want to touch me, do it. I think you want to suck my tits.” She raised a hand and started rubbing her right breast. She pulled at the nipple and twisted it. “Touch me Drew. What we do in here, stays in here. I would never tell our business even if our friendship stops.” Drew could feel herself starting to hyperventilate as she stared at the bald pussy she wanted to taste. “If you don’t want this, tell me and I’ll apologize and it will never happen again.” purred Moe. The titty rubbing must have been turning her on. Her hips were rotating around and around and her eyes had a dreamy look to them. She reached out and took both of Drew’s hands and placed them on her beautiful tits. Drew feel like electricity was pulsating through her body. She was powerless to take her hands down. She watched her hands start to squeeze each breast, eliciting a moan from Moe. The fingers touched her nipples eliciting more moaning. She was now thrusting her pelvis toward Drew’s face. 

“Drew, baby, that feels so good. You’re making my pussy so wet,” she moaned loudly. 

She removed one hand off her tits, gapped her legs and put Drew’s hand in her dripping pussy.  Her head had flung backwards and she was grinding on Drew’s impaled fingers. This was what I want thought Drew. Her own pussy was clinching itself. Drew managed to get a finger up into Moe’s sopping pussy. She could feel it gripping her finger pulling it in deeper. With a violent shudder, Moe climaxed all over Drew’s wet hand. Drew continued to finger her slit until she pulled away. Moe seemed a little unsteady and sat on the couch. 

“Girl, that was so good.. Stand up Drew, stand up.”

She took Drew’s arm and helped her up. “Take off your clothes. I want to see you. No, don’t tell me how fat you are. I just want you naked, now Drew,” she said firmly. Drew took her clothes off as if in a trance. Her wet pussy seemed to be in control of her mind. She stripped her clothes off and stood before Moe naked. Her large breast were aching to be sucked and her pussy was dripping down her legs. She was so hot. Drew watched Moe’s eyes travel over her body. She didn’t show any signs of disgust, in fact, she was smiling. “Baby, I’m going to eat your hairy cunt until you beg me to stop,” said Moe.

Moe stood up and stepped up to Drew. She grabbed her breast and started rubbing her nipples on Drew’s. The sensation was electrifying. Releasing her breast she kissed Drew. Drew responded like a pro and french kissed her back. They tongued each other for several minutes while their fingers explored each other. Moe broke away and pulled Drew to her bed. She pushed Drew back and laid her down. “I want to lick you up, baby. I’ve been wanting you so long.” Drew pulled her knees up and splayed her legs open. No one had ever wanted her like this and she couldn’t wait to have Moe eat her pussy. 

Moe lay on top of Drew and started deep throating her again. Drew closed her eyes lost in the sensations running through her body. Moe was kissing and licking her where no other person had ever thought to. Moe suckled Drew’s titties, making her moan and gyrate so hard she almost threw Moe off of her. She kissed and licked across her stomach headed for the hairy plump pussy. She knew she had to hurry before Drew exploded. She wanted Drew’s first orgasm to come from her hot tongue. Moe scooted down and pushed Drew’s meaty thighs further apart. Heat from her pussy blasted her face. Moe placed her arms on each of Drew’s thighs and pushed them open. She would keep her arms along her thighs to keep her from clamping them together. The hair along her slit was matted from her dripping cunt. Moe could see her puckered anus. Her labia was gapped showing her pink pussymeat. Moe put the tip of her tongue on Drew’s anus and circled the reddish ring. Drew bucked up as if she had been given an electrical shock. “Ohhh, Moe what are you doing?” Drew gasped. Moe however could not answer. She dragged her tongue up the length of the slit to the button which she attacked with a vengeance. Drew’s hands flew to Moe’s head trying to pull her in closer. Her thighs were on automatic trying to keep Moe’s head in her pussy. Moe lashed the button unmercifully while Drew thrashed and bucked under her. Drew’s mind was almost gone. Her only thought was to have an orgasm. Nothing in her life had ever given her such a wonderful feeling. 

“Ahhhhhh . . . . . . . .oh God . . . . .my pussseeee, “screamed out Drew. Moe could only pray that the other girls couldn’t hear Drew. It was time to bring her home. She released one thigh so she could plunge two fingers in Drew’s gaping hole. Taking her mouth off the love button she replaced it with her thumb. She knew exactly how to keep that button stimulated. Moe moved up so she could get her mouth on one of those big titties. Here we go she thought. She used her tongue to lash the nipple and her teeth to gently bite it. 

Suddenly, Drew was moaning incoherently when her head and back arched and she gave several great shudders before collapsing. Moe left her fingers in Drew’s cunt until it stopped gripping them. She gently licked Drew’s slit cleaning it of her cum. “Damn girl, you got some tasty pussy, “ said Moe as she finished licking Drew.

Her own pussy was sending out distress signals. Her juices were already running down her legs. As soon as Drew recovered, make that if she recovered judging by the dazed look on her face, Moe planned to rub her bald brown pussy all over Drew’s face.



Drew's Awakening



I woke slowly, blinking in the soft glow created by the artificial track lights. God, where was I?

"I see you're awake."

I tried to turn towards the voice, but found I couldn't. My hands and legs were fastened to the bed. "What the fuck...?" I blinked and shook my head. I vaguely remembered a red-head named Phoenix and.... 

Phoenix sat on the edge of the bed, bringing a hand up to stroke my belly. "A little fuzzy on the details, hmm?" She pulled at the collar around my neck, forcing me to raise my head and look at her. "Need me to refresh your memory, pet?"

"Shit!" This wasn't real. This couldn't be real! What the hell had I gotten myself into??? "I... m-m-mistress?"

She let go of the collar and I could breathe again. "Very, very good. I think I've decided to keep you. You're pleasing to the eye and you learn sooo quickly." Her voice purred across me, causing goose bumps to rise across my skin.

Oh, Jesus! She shifted, rising to her knees. She was dressed only in her garter belt, thigh highs and heels. She was gorgeous and even though I knew the consequences, I still wanted her. "Mistress, please...."

"Oh, yes. You do please me." She swung a leg over my chest, settling her cunt inches from my chin.

I could smell her, smell the musk of her sex, the heat of her body. Just an hour ago I thought I'd died, and yet here I was again, blissfully rising to the occasion. I licked my lips. I wanted to taste her, to lick the dew from her nether lips. "Mistress, please."

She leaned forward, her full breasts swinging in front of me. She stroked a finger down my nose, touched the tip to my lips. "I asked you earlier if you like what you see. I'd like an answer now, pet."

My eyes glazed over, my cheeks flushed. "Yes, Mistress." I gasped huskily. Damn, I was already semi-hard and getting harder.

"Suck me, then." 

I took her nipple in my mouth, laving it with my tongue before rolling my lips over my teeth to bite her gently.

"Mmm... That's nice, pet. But, I'm not into nice." She tapped my cheek roughly. "You can do better than that."

I looked into her eyes. She was serious. I closed my eyes, opening my mouth wide, suckling deeply. I closed my jaws, bringing my teeth together sharply over her nipple. Damn! She tasted so good. 

Phoenix moaned softly. "Yes, that's better."

I shifted my efforts to her other breast. Nipping and tugging at her nipple until it was swollen and rosy. I could feel her shifting restlessly against me, leaving spots of damp heat on my chest as she did.

She locked her thumb and forefinger against my cheeks, pushing inwards and forcing me to open my mouth. "Enough of that, my pet." She pushed upwards so I couldn't reach her. Her hand dropped down to the juncture between her legs. "You tempt me, pet. You really tempt me."

I watched her hand as her fingers traced the slick folds. Her creamy skin was waxed smooth and glistened with moisture. "I set aside my own needs earlier so that you could rest." 

She used the fingers of one hand to spread open her labia. I could see the small stud winking at me brightly from the cover of her hood. I ran my tongue over my lips. I took a chance, hoping she wouldn't punish me. "Mistress, let me please you."

Her fingers circled her clit, pausing a moment to play with the stud. My penis was so hard I could hammer nails. God! "Yes." She slid a finger deep into her vagina, moaning softly. "Yes, its definitely time you saw to my needs my pet." 

She pulled her finger out with a soft plop. I could see the cream covering her fingers. I swallowed hard. "Open up, pet."

I opened my mouth willingly, allowing her to slide those delicious, creamy digits deep inside. I licked and sucked, trying to collect every drop of dew on her fingers. "Mmmm..." I sighed. I couldn't help myself.

Phoenix chuckled. "Oh, you like that do you?" She brought her hips forward. I would have to raise my head to reach her.

I pulled at my restraints. I wanted to touch her. "Please, mistress. Please release me so that I may pleasure you fully."

She smiled down at me. "No, my pet. You must do this just as you are."

I groaned. Raising my head, I brought my tongue towards her heat. God, just the smell of her almost made me come.

She tapped my nose. "Do a good job, pet. If you don't, I'll put you back on the rack, insert that lovely plug, and leave you there until morning."

My heart leaped into my throat. "No, mistress. No. Let me please you, Mistress." I put my tongue to work quickly, laving and sucking. Stroking deeply into her musky valley. I could feel her shudder against me.

"Ahh, yes pet." She ground her cunt into my mouth. I could barely breathe. "Oh, mmm..." I took her clit between my teeth, nipping and sucking the little nub until she came in a gush of cream. "Ugh!"

She pushed my head down to the mattress. "Enough!" She wiped sweat from her brow. "You did well, pet." Her chest heaved. "Oh, yes. You did well."

I shook with need. I guess it showed in my face, my eyes. She patted my stomach. "Easy, pet. No coming until I tell you to."

I grimaced and closed my eyes. I thought of old men in their underwear, of wrinkled old ladies, of fat women in bikinis. Nothing worked. Shit! My legs strained against the restraints.

"Hmm... perhaps you need a little help." She slid a cock ring down to the base of my penis before sliding a condom over my length. "I want a long, hard ride my pet. And I can't have that if you come too soon."

"Mistress, no! I...." I shut up quickly when she turned her head and just looked at me. I didn't want to be put back on the rack. Not now. I begged silently with my eyes. Oh, please, please, please...

She pumped her fist up and down my cock, making sure I was as hard as I could be. Then she mounted me in one smooth motion, sliding her tight, hot cunt down my penis until she'd engulfed me completely.

"Oh, fuck!"

She laughed. "Oh, fuck indeed my pet!" She raised her hips, levering herself off me until she'd almost release me from her silky confines before slamming back down against me. The rhythm she set was so fast, so hard it was almost painful. 

My head swam. My heart pounded in my chest so quickly I thought it would explode. I wanted to come so badly I could scream. "Mistress!"

"Ugh! Oh, God! Yes, my pet. Oh, yes." Her hips pounded against me, faster and faster. I think my balls were turning blue. I would go insane if she didn't let me come soon.

I felt her reach down between us, fumbling with the device she'd locked around me. Suddenly, I was free. My eyes opened wide. "Dear God!"

"So close... Oh, so close." Her fingers dug into my chest, her nails curling into my nipples like claws. "Come. Come! Come now!" She commanded.

My entire body jerked upwards. I pulled so hard against the restraints I could hear the wood in the bedstead groan with my efforts. I screamed. "Mistress!"

"Yes, yes, yes." She screamed her own release as her body exploded over me.

We grew quiet. She lay across me, head resting on my chest. For the first time ever, I was truly satisfied.

She raised her head, looking deeply into my eyes. "So, Drew." She licked her lips. "Meet me here next Friday?"

I smiled. "Yes, Mistress." Oh, hell yes! 



Drew's Bohemian Rhapsody



Drew Barrymore, blonde actress, American sweetie pie is all excited in a new fad called mehndi. It is the elegant art of painting the body with henna dye, which originated from India. This is a natural, temporary form of tattooing that can last from two to four weeks and the dyeing takes five minutes to several hours, depending on the design. Celebrities like Gwen Stefani of No Doubt, Mira Sorvino, Liv Tyler, Madonna, The Artist Formerly Known as Prince had fallen into these decorative squiggles.

Sari Jakhul was the man coming to mehndi Drew. She met him in one of those Hollywood parties where everybody boasted and displayed their mehndis. Sari was a very engaging chap, easily likeable. By nature he’s sociable and good-looking, slightly taller than Drew with deep set eyes and a neat moustache over his sensuous lips. His body was tattooed from here to Cuba including that of his dick. He was just 26 years old like Drew and his physique was similar to that of Lenny Kravitz.

Freshly bathed in cut off jeans and midriff T, Drew answered the doorbell of her unit at Felton Towers that was awash with cream and beige color and floral prints here and there. It was Sari standing on the doorway flashing a happy smile and carrying an aluminum briefcase 

“Hello Miss Drew Barrymore!” Sari said his infectious smile.

“Oh, Hi Sari! C’mon in. Call me Drew,” she said cheerily.

“Alright, Drew it is, although if I may, I wanna call you Honey Drew,” Sari said as he strutted inside wearing slim fit shirt over white muscle T and well worn Levi’s, bopping his bandana-wrapped head. 

Drew giggled. “How’d you been Sari?”

“Pretty damn good,” Sari replied. “I’m in shape, business is booming and it’s all happening, Honey Drew.” 

“And you?” he asked.

“Great! Livin’ la Vida loca!” she said aping those hip sways of the dancers in the Ricky Martin video.” And she laughed her girlish laugh.

Sari sank on a luxurious sofa with his eyes darting all over the place. “Know Honey Drew, you got great aura… I see a cloud of energy around you, vibrant…rainbow colors,” Sari said shaping a figure in his hands in the air.

What does that say?” Drew was curious.

“That you’re an Empress, full of creativity, talent and nurturing love,” he said snapping open his swanky briefcase on the table.

“An Empress! And would you have the design that’s fit for an Empress?” she said sitting beside him on the sofa.

“Yes, in fact I’ve already selected the designs that will fit your persona. These are my special designs that I’d like you to choose from,” Sari said handing her a portfolio of his works he retrieved from his brief case.

Drew carefully flipped through and remarked, “Wow, these are cool! Think I already have a choice. This swirl of floral design, I want them on both sides of my hips going all the way to the ankles,” Drew said cracking a big smile to Sari.

“Good choice, one of my favorites. Now I’ll just have to ask you to take off your shorts and then I think this block of coffee table here is strong enough for you to stand on unless you would prefer to lie down,” he said in a low voice.

“Can I offer you a drink?”

“Juice for the dude is fine.”

“Iced tea with lemon.”

“Perfect.”

Drew walked over to the kitchen and returned with two glasses of Iced Tea Lemon handing one to him. 

Drew stripped off her shorts casually revealing brief panties trimmed by tiny white ruffles. “This okay?” Sari nodded surveying closer on her skin. “You have a very smooth skin Drew so at the most you’re lucky to have it for two weeks.

“Just that long?”

“Yeah, because this only takes better to skin that is well-worked in and you’re skin is not old enough to make it lasts longer.”

“Ok, then I can put on another design if I wish to, right?” 

“Yeah. That what makes this exciting, you won’t get bored. Honey Drew, I prefer that you wear a thong so you don’t have to hitch and hold up the sides of the panties and that’ll be much easier for me to work on it.” 

“How about I just take it off and go naked?”

“Suits me fine, why not?” Sari said. “Livin La Vida Loca,” he mimics Ricky Martin and swiveling his hips too.

“Nah, I’m just kidding. I’ll wear my tiniest thong,” she said pealing with laughter as she run to her bedroom. 

When she returned she was clad in pink V-string thongs, cut higher on the legs wrapped by a sheer white scarf at the rear and tied to a knot across her tummy. She was devastatingly pretty, sexy in a child/woman way, blond and curvaceous, with luminous peaches-and-cream skin. 

Sari helped her climbed on the coffee table. She batted her long eyelashes fringing her happy big blue eyes and smiled her luscious lips. Drew playfully struck sultry poses, wheeling around before untying the scarf and rubbing it against her bare-ass cheeks then flinging it on the sofa. But eventually she relaxed in a pose with hands on hips. “Yummy, yummy, feelin’ like I got love in my tummy,” Sari said lapsing into lyrics of an old song as he surveyed her fulsome cleavage and that dimpled crotch. 

Sari began doing the sketching first on the left leg. Then after completing it he paused for examination of his work and he was satisfied. Then he worked on the other leg and Drew noticed Sari’s labored breathing. She smiled for she’s getting turned on too. 

“You’re always looking at my pussy,” she said her fingernail fiddling between her teeth.

“It shows?” He grinned. “Well, can’t help it I’m a man and I know a delicious pussy when I see one,” he said glancing up on her.

When Sari finished the design on both legs, Drew took a break and shook out her legs and run to her bedroom to look at them on the big mirror.

When she came back Sari was mixing his own secret recipe of fine ground henna, eucalyptus oil, a few drops of sun warmed lemon juice, strongly brewed black tea and sugar in preparation for the coloring. 

Drew watched him close by as he pored at the blackish-green concoction that he was preparing. Then he dipped a porcupine quill and tested it on a rubber pad. 

Back to posing, Drew noticed the discomfort of Sari with the tightening of his pants crotch 

“Why don’t you take off your pants so you’d feel comfortable. It’s unfair that I’m standing almost naked here while you’re all clothed like that. Get naked, I want to see your body too”

“Oh, uh…alright,” Sari said. So he took off his pants and to Drew’s surprise he had no underwear, his long tattooed dick hanging out. Drew giggled. 

“Hey, you didn’t spare your pecker,” Drew said.

“It’s a special tattoo. It glows in the dark.”

“Really?” she said amused like a child.

His pecker was in semi-erect state all because he really wanted to concentrate on his job.

Under the smoochy music coming from the CD player, Drew watched Sari colored the lacy exotic design of the flowers. The sensation was like that of butterfly kisses. Drew looked into his large, soulful eyes and imagined that his tattooed dick was plowing into her. She felt a burning sensation between her legs

Sari glanced up to her crotch once in a while licking his lips across as he worked on her ankle. Drew felt that her pussy was dripping and wondered if Sari was noticing some wetness seeping through the thong.

“Sari I can see that you’re having a hard on.”

“Trouble is when I get too horny I gotta jerk my dick first so it won’t get in the way.”

“Why don’t you jerk off and I’ll watch. I haven’t seen a man done that. I’ll show you my pussy if it helps.”

“Oh man, I get off on that big time,” Sari said as he stopped doing his work and began stroking his dick and settled on the sofa. He was looking at Drew who slid her hand inside her G-string and worked her own thing.

“Drew, let me lick your finger,” Sari said. Drew obliged and she let her delicate middle and index fingers coated with her juice slipped into his mouth. “Finger lickin’ good,” Sari said. Drew pushed aside the crotch of her thong and showed her plump pussy and began sliding in and out a finger inside her. A few seconds of seeing that action Sari shot his wad from here to Timbuktu.

Drew quickened her pace in stroking herself.”

“Can I help?” Sari said moving his face toward her pussy.

“Ah-huh,” she croaked.

Drew unfastened her sleek triangle bra and yanked it off. Sari drew his face to her belly and advanced his hands on her ribcage sliding up to squeeze her fulsome breasts. Like magnet, his full lips were drawn to her goosed-bump nipples and kissed and jarred them with his tongue before giving each a hefty suckle. 

Leaving her nipples button-hard with arousal Sari’s face slid down south of her and began smooching her pubes through her thong. Then gently he stretched out the sides of her thong over his splayed fingers then drew it down from her hips without touching the outer legs so as not to ruin the newly painted tattoo. When she carefully stepped out of her thong, Sari kissed up her inner thighs, nibbling, licking making the suspense unbearable for Drew. When his tongue reached her two peach halves, she opened her lips wider with her fingers so he could gain thorough access. Sari licked hungrily appearing like he was extricating an oyster from there. Drew frowned and moaned as Sari found her treasure, sucked it, squirt it out and sucked it again until he waved the tip of his tongue over it aggressively. Drew’s non-stop moaning built up to its peak. Finally, her climax exploded and her body danced like Courtney Love in concert.

They took a 15 minute-break before Sari resumed his work finishing them at last after 30 minutes.

Satisfied at his final check, he told Drew that mehndi was quick-drying. Both sat down on the sofa drinking ice tea and smoking. Drew eventually sank on her knees on the carpet and assumed the position of being in between his splayed legs to examine his tattooed dick. It quickly hardened when she touched it. “I’ll turn down the lights so I could see that it really glows in the dark,” Drew said as stood up and hurried to the switches. It was already sundown and the glittering view of L.A. is viewed from her panoramic glass window. The lights grew dim and Drew was giggling as she played Sari’s dick in her hand and later on there was suckling noises and grunts from Sari’s lips. “Gosh, this is utterly fantastic, your dick really glows as she loosely clasped her hand around the shaft to examine it up-close in her face. 

“It’s even delicious, it tastes like lemon grass or something. Hmmm, I love it.” 

Sari admired Drew of how she sucks his dick. Her tongue left nothing uncovered even his nut sack was given full attention.

A few moments later, Drew was riding him looking like she was competing in an equestrian festival. Sari was squeezing her bottom and breasts as well rolling the nipples with his fingertips or sucking them with his hungry lips. It was good sex all the way, as they were both primed for the action. Each climaxed with a hefty bellow, with Drew coming again and again, shuddering eventually reducing to weak tremors accompanied by animal whining and whimpering. Sari followed immediately coming like a freight train that he writhed on the cushions expelling cries like that of the jungles. 

“Good Lord,” Sari exclaimed, “You’re marvelous Honey Drew,” he said with panting breath. 

Sari told Drew that he wouldn’t charge her of the tattoo service because he had the most wonderful fuck of his sex life. Even if he had to do her hands or arms or anywhere it will all be free of charge. Drew was extremely happy and told Sari that sex doesn’t come this way all the time. She was happy too that she had her tattoo. They hugged each other like real buddies and their friendship was born. A little later, Sari was between her legs devouring her and culminating with him on the top giving Drew the fuck of her life one more time.

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Drew's First Time



A note about writing: I write as much as possible from first hand experience freely incorporating my own fetishes and prejudices, but a person only has so much sex, and some time back I ran low on personal stuff because I write a lot. Still first hand experience and fiction seem to mix well, but after a time, I started to yearn for something fresh. That's when I started interviewing friends, friends of friends, Internet chats and anyone who would talk to me at a party. Occasionally a fan will tell me of their personal experiences. This story is one of the best of those - with names changed, of course. I had to email her several times for particular details and more importantly her feelings about particular incidents to flesh out the story, and of course I had to make a few things up. Her name isn't really Drew, but this is her true first time story. I hope you like it!

Pelios

I didn't get into sex when most of my friends did. I'm not sure why, but at thirteen and fourteen when my friends were starting to take an active interest in sex and boys, I just wasn't that interested. I suspect my hormones were late bloomers or something. It wasn't until I was sixteen that I started to feel the urges, and I tried to deal with them at bedtime by touching myself with very little results for some reason. I had seen sex in the movies and had a pretty good idea about what it looked like, different positions and so forth, and one night after watching a DVD of "Basic Instinct" I managed my first orgasm by fucking my pillow and pretending I was Sharon Stone fucking Michael Douglas.

I am hardly a beautiful movie star though. I have a common shade of dark brown hair, pale skin and a body that tends to look plumper than I really am, or maybe I just never found the perfect clothes for my shape. My legs and torso are full and rounded, and my breasts while not huge are large. I exercise regularly to prevent getting fat out of fear that if I ever lost my discipline I might balloon up. People tell me my face is pretty, but in the mirror I just look plain. Somehow, alone at night, with one end of my long pillow cuddled to my breasts and the other end snug between my thighs, I could become, at least in my own mind, a sensuous wild-fucking beast of a woman.

And that was my sex life until I was eighteen when my parents started to let me date. I don't think they would have let me then if they had any say in the matter, but with me old enough to move out, they backed off and allowed me a little freedom. Not that I abused their trust, really. I had been raised as a strict Southern Baptist and had no intention of getting pregnant before marriage, so the most I would allow boys was some necking and petting, never letting them get inside my clothes. This also helped prevent serious attachments, which was good, as my parents had planned for me to go to college. 

In defense of my real sex life - my pillow, I have to say it was pretty good sex. I did have some occasional better sex - but that is my dark secret, and I tell about that later in the story. Meanwhile, I was always on the look out for new pillows and sometimes used more than one at a time. But my favorites were big, long pillows, and there wasn't a position I couldn't do it in with a pillow. On the down side, I was kept pretty frantically busy with cleaning pillows and pillow cases without having my mom sniff them, which would of course have revealed all. I'm not all that stinky down there, but I do get pretty wet, and there is some lingering smell, and I desperately wanted to keep that aspect of my life hidden from my parents.

Anyway, there I was virtually sexually inexperienced in the broad sense of the term. I was eighteen and in my senior year of high school. I frequently went to slumber parties and spent the night with friends, as these social activities met with much more approval from my parents than actual dating. My best friend was Marcie, and I frequently spent the night with her and her mom, at least once a month. Marcie's parents were divorced and I never met her father. Her mom was really cool and would fix us really great meals and even let us drink some beer or wine at times. This was strictly against my religion of course, but I found that I really liked getting a little buzz on, especially before bed, since Marcie always went right to sleep.

I would have liked more girl talk I guess, but Marcie was a good friend, and other than her one imperfection of sleeping at least 9 hours a day, she was good company. Marcie was pretty, with blond hair and blue eyes and a nice rounded figure, and had a great sense of humor. Her mom, who was in her early thirties, was obviously the major influence in Marcie's appearance, only her mom had a lush full figured body of movie star quality and shoulder length honey blond hair that looked like she was fresh off a commercial. It was hard sometimes for me to take my eyes off Mrs. Stengal, partly because she was so beautiful, and partly because her movements were almost hypnotically graceful. 

But Marcie was certainly a lovely and sexy girl, and I loved her as my best friend. I sometimes wished I were as pretty as she was, or as sexy. Heck, I wished I could get a nice even tan like she had - all I do is burn. She was warm and loving like her mom who blew us both away with Mrs. Stengal's superior and stunning face and body. But like most real people, I was most touched by their warm and loving characters - the fact that I could feel like I was hanging out with beautiful people was an unexpected bonus. Sometimes I wished I was in their family instead of mine, but then, I might not have appreciated Marcie and her mom as much. My family was a dynamic contrast, and that is enough said about my family.

It was a Saturday night, and I had spent most of the day with Marcie and now we were having a lovely dinner of home made tacos, cucumber salad, and some nice white wine from Germany. I know, it doesn't sound like a good mix, but it was. The tacos were spicy, and the cucumber salad was cool, and the white wine was icy cold. After dinner, we cleared the dishes and then went to the living room to watch a DVD. About an hour into the movie, Marcie nodded out. Her mom and I let her sleep there on the sofa between us until finally her mom nudged her and said, "Go on to bed sleepy head."

Marcie straightened gave me and then her mom blank looks, smacked her lips and answered, "K. Goodnight mom. Goodnight Drew." And off she went like a blond zombie. 

Mrs. Stengal chuckled, "I was just like her at that age. But sleeping patterns change, and now I get by fine on six hours a night. What about you, Drew?"

I suppose I would have been uncomfortable with a lot of my friends parents, especially left alone with them after my friend went to bed. But with Mrs. Stengal, I was not only comfortable, but I liked her as much as I liked Marcie, and this wasn't the first time that Marcie had pooped out mid-evening. "Oh, if I get seven hours sleep, I'm as fresh as a daisy. I usually go to bed about 11:00 and get up around 7:00."

I glanced at Mrs. Stengal and noticed that she was looking at me in a pretty curious fashion. I glanced down at my self and I was wearing a tee-shirt and blue jean shorts and flip flops - nothing unusual there, unless of course I compared myself to Mrs. Stengal. She was wearing a metallic green sleeveless dress and high heels. It was an evening dress, really, but it was what she usually wore at home in the evenings. I had always thought it strange that she dressed so formally, but I'd known her for years and she always had. She was even wearing a pearl necklace that I knew to be made from real pearls. 

She was still looking at me a little strangely and I was wondering about that, so I changed the subject to something more familiar between us, "You sure look dazzling tonight, Mrs. Stengal. That's a really sexy dress! And your legs! They're so smooth and perfect it looks like you are wearing hose." She wasn't wearing hose of course, but her legs did look that great, and besides, I strove for outrageousness in our compliment contests. I had seen the dress before of course, she had about a dozen evening dresses, but over the years, I'd seen them all.

She took a deep breath and smiled, "Why, thank you, darling! You're so sweet to say so! And I have to add, you are particularly stunning tonight yourself!" 

I giggled. This was a game we often played, and next she would complement me on my taste in flip-flops or wonder at the wittiness of the logo on my tee-shirt. It was practically a ritual between us. "So what is so stunning about me, Mrs. Stengal? These are old flip-flops, and my tee-shirt is just white with no logo, and I borrowed the shorts from Marcie - my parents would kill me for wearing shorts this short." I had deliberately tried to make it more difficult to compliment me, and sat grinning and waiting for her response - something like - aren't those Parisian flip-flops? But her response wasn't what I expected, and she didn't play by the usual rules.

"All you need to be stunning is your youth and your hot little body, Drew," she was almost murmuring absently, as if to herself, "The way your nipples show against that tee-shirt, your extremely lovely, smooth and rounded legs and your full inviting lips. Right now, I'm thinking you are about the most stunning thing I've ever seen. It's like you grew up since the last time you were here." She was looking at me boldly, too, her eyes roaming my body as she discussed the various parts. 

I was shocked, embarrassed and even a little aroused at the way this beautiful woman was looking at my girlish figure, although the way she was saying it did make me feel like a woman for the first time, but that just added with the rest to confuse me. I tried to grin and keep it light, "Wow, Mrs. Stengal, you really took off the gloves there! But don't you think it is a little mean for a beautiful sexy woman to make fun of a plain little girl?" I gave her a smile and a wink to show I wasn't as hurt as I was making out. I was over my head.

Shockingly, and for the first time ever, I saw Mrs. Stengal blush before she answered, "I'm not making fun of you, dear. I guess I'm still reacting to your telling me that you masturbate every night, or is it every morning? Either way, it made me look at you for the first time in a long time. You are not a little girl any more, and you have a very hot eighteen year old body!"

My jaw dropped. I didn't know what she was talking about! I had never told anyone about my pillows - no one at all! I desperately searched my mind for something I might have said...

"Well do the math," she said with a little smile and fanning her bosom with a hand, like I had made her warm or something, "You sleep 7 hours a night, and 11 to 7 is eight hours. What else would a girl being doing in bed by herself but masturbating? And you carry on for an hour! My, my." She stopped fanning her bosom and gave me an intense look, "I want to thank you for the most erotic few minutes I've had in years. I have mainly been trying to picture you in bed and getting yourself off. It's such a lovely image..."

She closed her eyes a moment and smiled, but I was still horrified. Found out! Discovered! It didn't even enter my mind to deny it, besides, I could just tell from the things she said and her expression that she really knew from what little I had said. I was suddenly fervently grateful that my own mom wasn't as sharp. Poor Marcie! She would never be able to keep a secret from this woman!

I don't know. Maybe it was that I still hadn't closed my mouth, or maybe it was the look of horror on my face, or even the tears gathering in my eyes, but she finally clued in to how shaken I was. Her expression changed immediately to concern, "Now, now, dear! Please don't be upset with me! You know that I know, but I'm not thinking less of you in any way. Isn't it obvious that instead, I'm delighted by what you told me? You've really given me something, Drew. Thank you! Thank you very much!"

I guess it was her sincerity that got to me as I felt the horror draining off, and in it's place... well that was really confusing, too. Instead of horror, suddenly I was feeling relief, warm acceptance, and definitely something sexual stirring in my groin. I was even feeling affection toward Mrs. Stengal - more than usual, I mean. I was mostly confused by these feelings at the time, but thinking back, I think it was the pressure I had been under to keep my secret sex life safe from my own parents. Sometimes sharing a horrible dark secret is a powerful release - a freeing thing. In answer to her thanking me, I just shrugged and turned beet red.

She scooted closer to me, put her arm around me and kissed me on the cheek - something she had done before. She had even occasionally given me a peck-type kiss on the lips in the past, something I had always enjoyed for some reason, but this time it was just a kiss on the cheek, then she whispered, "Won't you please tell me a little more? Like how you do it?" Then as suddenly as she had come close to me, she withdrew, "But no, don't say anything yet. Let me dress for the occasion. Is that okay, Drew? Can I go slip into a nightie or something if we are going to do some slumber party girl talk?"

This was too much, and I had already run an emotional gamut in the last few minutes, I laughed out loud and said, "Sure!" then laughed some more. She was giggling when she ran out of the room. The moment she disappeared I sobered a little. What we were doing was intimate and erotic - discussing sex. Now that wasn't any big deal in itself - that's what girls spend a lot of time doing, especially at slumber parties. But now, Mrs. Stengal was going to ask me questions about my own extremely personal and secret sex life. I was of two minds on this. First, I was uncomfortable if not still a little horrified, and second, I was feeling a little aroused by this - especially the sexy things she had said about my body.

It isn't that I hadn't heard them before. It was the kind of things that boys said when they are earnestly trying to explain why I should let them put their hands in my panties. It is not even a very good argument - You have sexy legs so you should want me to put my hand between them. What was different here was that it was more believable. I don't know, maybe Mrs. Stengal did want to put her hand between my legs, but that isn't why she had said what she had said. She was just telling me what she thought when she looked at my body, and what she thought was pretty darned flattering! 

I was suddenly shocked again, and this time by my own thoughts - did Mrs. Stengal want to do sexual things to me, with me, or whatever? Surely not! I thought, but at the same time, this time the shock wasn't horror. But what if she did? As shocking as the thought was, I wasn't hearing the usual alarms go off in my head. Could I let a woman do something like that to me? Still no alarms - strange. Well, at least she wouldn't get me pregnant - so that is one of my major alarms not going off. But surely not Mrs. Stengal, this was crazy thinking!

Mrs. Stengal coming back into the room wearing a plain white nightie that looked like a simple slip spared me from my dark introspections. There were some differences of course, sometimes slips had lace on the trim like that, but there was no bra under this slip as was obvious by her nipples outlined against the silky fabric - or was that satin. Yes, it was white satin. It was quite lovely as nighties go, hugging her curves, and only down to mid-thigh - lovely and very sexy. And for the first time ever, I saw Mrs. Stengal barefoot inside the house. I had seen her barefoot at the lake, of course, but this was much sexier.

She cuddled next to me on the couch, put her arm around me again and gave me another kiss on the cheek, just as if she was taking up where she left off - then, she took up exactly where she had left off, "Won't you share with me about how you like to masturbate?"

I looked at her. Her honey gold hair framed a lovely face with generous dimples, rich full lips and very intense blue eyes. A quick glance downward revealed a generous cleavage barely restrained by the low cut nightie. I quickly averted my gaze back to her face where I could faintly smell the wine on her breath, and I noticed the glitter of her emerald earrings - she had taken off the pearl necklace. Her perfume, although not strong, still seemed to fill me dizzyingly. I had never in my life wanted a woman to kiss me. I felt like I was going crazy because I wanted Mrs. Stengal to kiss me now - it was a really powerful urge, but fortunately I didn't feel the urge to initiate the kiss, just to let her kiss me. So nothing of the sort happened.

So instead, hardly thinking about my words, "I fuck my pillow. I just hug it, wrap my legs around it, and fuck it until I come. Sometimes it takes a while to get my head in the right place." I just said it, even more than I intended to, since my mind was still swirling with Mrs. Stengal's perfume, and some part of my body below my waist still really wanted her to kiss me, and my heart was beating faster. Mrs. Stengal sighed, practically in my mouth, she was so close, and she licked her lips.

"Are you naked when you do this?" she breathed. The hand attached to her arm around my neck squeezed my shoulder warmly, and I tried really hard not to glance down at her cleavage again, but I did, and I noticed her nipples were pressing against her satin gown more than before. She followed my gaze, gave me a little smile to let me know she had noticed, but mostly she just waited for me to answer.

"Sometimes," my breath caught in my throat and I had to swallow to continue, "Sometimes I am wearing a tee-shirt and panties, and sometimes I take the panties off, although it doesn't make much difference."

"Goodness," she seemed to shiver a second with her eyes closed, then she licked her lips again and asked, "So what do you mean it doesn't make a difference?" She leaned even closer and touched her lips to the tip of my nose, then added with a faint whisper, "Tell me everything."

I blushed again because this was really embarrassing, but Mrs. Stengal was so intent, it didn't occur to me to refuse to answer, "I mean, uh, I get, well," it was just so hard to say it! "I get wet." There I said the awful truth. "Whether I am wearing panties or not, I still get the pillow wet. I can't help it." I offered this last a little more feebly. I knew it was no excuse for the disgusting behavior of my body. Then I quietly hissed, "It's even worse when I'm coming. I get real wet then." I was already breathing as hard as if I was fucking my pillow, and my heart was pounding as hard. Despite my disgusting words, I could sense that Mrs. Stengal was somehow as aroused as I was, and I was admitting it to myself now, I was intensely sexually aroused. "Do you think I could have a sip of wine?" I squeaked. 

Mrs. Stengal jerked her head back as if I'd slapped her or something. She gulped and said, "Of course!" in the same sort of squeaky voice I had used. She bent over the coffee table to reach my wine glass and I could see her gown turn nearly transparent, as it was backlit by the television. Her large and lovely breasts swayed slightly from the motion of holding the glass up to my lips instead of handing to me. She poured the entire contents of my glass down my throat, then reached back to the coffee table and tossed off the rest of her own glass. In a more normal voice she asked me if I would like a refill.

Numbly, I nodded my head eagerly, needing the few moments to myself to calm down a little while she headed to the kitchen to refill our glasses. I watched the muscles in her legs as she walked away and didn't find the sight calming at all. So I closed my eyes and concentrated on my breathing. What was going on with me? I had never felt this way around other girls before, or had I? I could certainly remember appreciating a nice curve when I saw it, but nothing that hit me in the groin like this, well, maybe with Marcie - but more about that later. Had I always felt this way about Mrs. Stengal? That was harder to answer because I realized that I had always had a great deal of affection for her as a person, and sure she had always been beautiful and graceful...




Drew's First Time



"Are you getting sleepy, Drew?"

Startled, my eyes opened instantly and I accepted the proffered glass and said, "Oh no maam, not at all. I was just trying to calm down a little."

Mrs. Stengal made a clucking noise, "Now Drew, we are having slumber party girl talk, so please don't call me maam or Mrs. Stengal. When we are together like this, you should call me Katey."

I giggled and said, "Okay Katie! That's really nice. Katey. I like that." I took another gulp of wine. This would be my third glass and about triple my usual indulgence.

It was a good thing that I'd already swallowed the wine when she asked, "So calm down from what?" Otherwise I would have choked.

I frowned and gave her a dark look, "You know." But I couldn't be sincerely angry with her for teasing me, and she knew I couldn't, too.

She grinned and put her arm around me again as she said, "Okay, Ill say it. We were getting pretty excited talking about your private moments. But that happens with girl talk doesn't it?"

I swallowed my wine and sat the glass back on the table and she did the same. "I guess," I answered leaning back against her arm, "Although I never got that excited about girl talk before, but maybe it's because I have never told anyone those things." I looked into her eyes, "Maybe you should share something with me?"

Mrs. Stengal smiled shyly, "Oh I masturbate now and then. I used to do it more often but I haven't had too much to stimulate me lately, at least not until tonight. But I can guarantee I'm going to do it tonight. Just the thought of your young body rubbing against a pillow and that sweet juice oozing out of your sweet pussy..." she shivered, and gave me a look that communicated a powerful re-arousal, then shook her head. "I'm sorry to be so frank, Drew, but it's been so long since I was so turned on by anyone. But I am sorry..."

I hadn't really reacted, although my lips may have parted some, mostly her dirty talk went right past my brain and straight down to my groin. I was instantly as aroused as I was before and then some. My heart was pounding again, I felt like I needed to pant to get enough oxygen, and her perfume was making me dizzy with desire again. Did she call my pussy and my wetness sweet? The thought made me press my thighs together in a rush of pleasure that I was sure was dampening my panties. I fervently hoped the blue jean shorts would hide such an obvious indicator of sexual arousal.

I thought a moment, and then realized that she was waiting for me to respond to her apology. I figured she wanted some reassurance from me, for what we were doing was dangerous to us if anyone found out. I looked into her concerned blue eyes, "Normally, like on a date, I tend to get scared and nervous when necking with a boy, and getting aroused seems even more dangerous than necking. I don't feel that at all with you. I trust you, and our talking like this is secret. And having a beautiful woman acting attracted to me is a real turn on. In fact, just a few minutes ago, I was even hoping you were going to kiss me."

She took a deep breath, which did wonderful things to her the top of her nightie - it really looked like her breasts were about to pop out. She stroked her hands down her sides and said, "Really?" I nodded and she gave me a rueful smile, "Sorry for the little panic there..."

"I understand, Katey, I really do. It was like I was reading your mind about how this could be seen by others; and just think about my situation for a minute, will you? My parents are REALLY uptight. Can you imagine what would happen if they knew I was wondering what it would be like to kiss a woman? I'd probably be regretfully burned at the stake, and they'd be sure they were doing the right thing!"

"Are you attracted to girls, Drew?" she slowly eased her arm around me and casually resumed the confidence that made her the woman I knew. She took a lingering look at my breasts, and then slowly raised her eyes to mine. There was something smoky and hot in her blue-eyed gaze.

"Not that I know of, at least never before." I answered still being annoyingly direct and truthful except for my thing with Marcie, "I don't know how far it goes with you, really. I just wanted you to kiss me, and you know, I have always liked you a lot."


She kissed me, and it was sure no peck. Her perfume, her blue eyes, her warmth all swept me away as her lips molded around mine and gave me the softest and sweetest French kiss that I'd ever had. It didn't last long but it was wonderful, and I felt it down to my toes, and that kiss hit every spot in between. "Like that?" she asked.

"Oh yes," I breathed between her lips, "that was really nice. Are you attracted to girls, Katey?"

She pulled back a little and gave me a little smile. "I have made love with a few women before back when I was in high school and college, but not since my divorce. I have no sex with anyone but my hand since then. I still think of it once and a while, but I have to admit, I have thought about you that way many times for a long time. So yes. I am very attracted to girls, and I am very attracted to you." Her eyes swept over me and lingered for a moment on my thighs and hips. I know I got even wetter at that moment.

"And now I'm thinking about you that way, Katey, especially when you kiss me." I had intended that for a hint, because things were going too fast for me to think about what her look at my body had just told me.

So she kissed me again, and again. I could have gone on like that for quite a while without complaint, but she stopped and asked, "I was serious about being so hot about you, Drew. Do you feel that way about me?"

I was breathing heavily enough for that to be an answer, but I said, "Yes, Katey. I've never let myself get this excited with another person before. Could we do some more kissing? I really like that."

She kissed me again, and this time it didn't stop. We kissed and kissed, exploring each other's mouths with our tongues, and I got more and more excited. It was the most fabulous experience. I put my arms around her neck and we held each other close, and I was intensely aware of her larger breasts pressed against mine. I felt excited to the bursting point but wasn't sure how to burst, then I slowly realized that I was almost excited enough to orgasm, that all she would have to do is touch me a moment. Did I really want her to do that? Could I really face what that might mean about myself?

She kept on kissing me, and finally she put a hand on my thigh and gave me a little squeeze, "Drew, honey," she said, pulling back from me, "We're going to have to stop now." I know my face must of showed disappointment because she added, "I didn't mean to start this, I guess it just happened, but what if my daughter woke up and saw us?"

"Of course, Katey, I don't want to cause you a problem." But I was crushed. I knew it was better to stop, but something in my loins desperately didn't want to stop.

She gave me a friendly smile, "Marcie is going to spend next weekend with her father, the whole weekend. I guess you know she does that once a month." She waited for my nod then continued, "I could call your mother, say on Tuesday, and invite you over to spend the weekend with Marcie, and your parents wouldn't suspect a thing. Would you like me to do that? You could come over on Friday evening and go back Sunday around noon."

I didn't have to think about it. "Yes, Katey, that would be wonderful. And it will be our secret!" I looked at her thoughtfully, and because of the blossoming relationship between us, I didn't want us to have any secrets at all between us, and I had one more darker secret to tell - the secret of the best thing in my sex life. "Katey, I have to tell you the truth about something, and I hope it doesn't upset you or make you mad at me."

She gave me a charming smile; " I don't think anything you tell me will make me mad at you, Drew. But go ahead and take a shot."

I sighed, "I have had sex with another person three times, and it was really good sex for me. The other person is Marcie."

"My Marcie?" Katey certainly did look surprised but not horrified or angry at least.

"Don't worry, Katey, she isn't gay. In fact she doesn't even know I've had sex with her."

Katey gave me a dubious look, "In the first place, I don't mind at all. It's perfectly natural for girls to experiment with each other, and you know I think sex between females is lovely. But Marcie not knowing you had sex with her? How is such a thing possible?"

I settled back a little to tell the tale, although Katey hadn't moved and still had her arm around me. "Remember how we three went camping early last summer? You had one tent to yourself and we had a smaller one where we shared a sleeping bag?" I glanced down at Katey's cleavage, for some reason, blinked and brought my eyes back up. "We went wading in that creek and we got our pants wet, so that night we hung our pants and underwear out to dry, and we slept commando, as it were, together in the sleeping bag. Like spoons, only I was the naughty spoon - the one in the rear."

Katey smiled and I knew she was looking at the image in her mind, "Do please go on," she murmured in a throaty voice and looking more at my body than my face.

I shrugged, "I guess the closeness and warmth or whatever made me really horny, so I eased my left leg over her and pressed my groin against her bottom. You know how soundly she sleeps, and well, I started to move against her, trying to be real gentle and slow, you know? And she didn't so much as twitch, so I rubbed and rubbed against her until I had an orgasm, just like with a pillow, only it was warmer and sexier. Since then, she always goes to bed without panties, so I've taken advantage of her twice more since then." I felt myself blush, knowing how awful I sounded.

Surprisingly, Katey looked quite amused, "And she never moves at all?"

If anything my blush deepened, "Well, just a little, kind of like cuddling in her sleep is all. She pushes her bottom against me a little sometimes..."

Katey actually giggled, "Tell me Drew, do you think I wear evening dresses every night?"

I shrugged, truly bewildered now, "Yeah, I guess I thought that. I always see you that way. But what has..."

Katey gave me a quick kiss, "No, sweetie, I only wear evening gowns for you. Marcie thinks it's a really funny joke. And I know for a fact that Marcie wears panties in bed every night. I go to check on her at night sometimes. She has usually kicked the covers off and the light from the hallway gives me a good look, and she is always wearing panties, but maybe she does take them off when you come over. You always share her bed right?"

"Well of course, she only has the one bed in her room," I said, suddenly feeling na‹ve and realizing with horror that Marcie had actually been awake every time.

"And Marcie is an only child who always sleeps alone, so she has no cuddling in her sleep instincts," Katey went on in a kindly but relentless voice, "And believe me, she doesn't sleep THAT soundly. Since she goes to bed especially early when you are here and sleeps without her panties when you are over, don't you think it likely that Marcie likes what you do to her?" Katey smiled in a thoughtful way, "Hmm, I'm willing to bet that she likes it very much, Drew."

I was blushing again, and feeling really stupid, but like a dope, I had to ask, "You really think so? Are you sure? And you don't mind?"

Katey gave me the loveliest smile, "Of course I'm sure, sweet Drew. You just go on up there and give her a good fucking, and when you're done, you just tell her in a quiet whisper, 'Marcie would you like to do me now?' I'll bet you anything she is just hoping for the chance to fuck you back." She sighed wistfully and put her hand on my breast and gave me a gentle squeeze, "I would dearly love to watch the two of you - My God, what a sexy image that presents! But you can tell me all about it next weekend."

Her hand was still on my breast and she tweaked my nipple between the base of her fingers, making it hard and giving me a thrill that shot down to my clitoris. Then she gave me a long sexy kiss, still massaging my lucky right breast. In a husky voice she murmured, "Go on now, Drew. You go have some fun, and don't forget to tell me about every detail next weekend. Okay?"

I reached up and put my hand on her right breast, not believing I was doing such an impulsive thing, I felt her breast up with my hand and whispered, "I don't know if I can tear myself away from you Katey." And this time I initiated the kiss, and we both kept each other's hands on our breasts.

"Please go on," she whispered back, "I'm dying to make myself come, and I plan to do that right away, thinking about what you and Marcie will be doing upstairs."

"Oooo," I gave a plaintive little moan, "Couldn't I just watch you do that first?"

"You'll see that and much more next weekend, sweet Drew." She promised me seriously, "But please go and have fun now. Really, enjoy it, and let Marcie enjoy it, too."

I got up on shaky legs and not from the wine. I walked out of the room without looking back, before I could reduce myself to begging - that is, more begging. Walking up the stairs, I thought of when I had asked Marcie about why she had started sleeping without panties, and she'd said something about the sense of freedom giving her sweet dreams. That meant something different now that I realized the true context. On one level, I was horrified that my friend had known that I was taking advantage of her, but on a deeper level, I was terrifically excited by her lying there, letting me fuck her, and knowing that she liked it.

I opened the door to her room, and sure enough, the light from the hallway clearly illuminated Marcie sprawled on her bed, her blond hair hiding her face as she slept on her tummy. Just as clearly I could see the pale globes of her bikini pale bottom, naked with her pussy somewhat exposed from the rear. I studied her shapely, tanned legs, and the light-brown furred cleft under her bottom. She was also wearing a tee-shirt that had ridden halfway up her back. She looked very sexy and incredibly inviting.

I closed the door behind me as I entered the room and noticed how brightly the moonlight from the window illuminated the bed. I could still see Marcie clearly even before my eyes had started to adjust to the darkness. I peeled off my shorts and dampened panties and slipped my tee-shirt over my head, dropping them on the floor as I climbed into bed. As gently as I could, I eased Marcie's tee-shirt over her head and arms. I know it woke her up, but she pretended to sigh and collapse back down on her tummy with minimum movement.

I'd never stripped her before and I knew she must have been wondering about it, unless she had really slipped back into sleep. I supposed that was possible, but as I lied down, partly on top of her, my naked body snuggling to her naked back, I heard her breath catch ever so briefly when my naked nipples touched her. I eased my left leg over her legs and pressed my groin against the smooth warm flesh of her buttocks, pressed my breasts to her back and kissed her on the back of the neck. I began fucking motions with my hips, slowly and gently, grinding my pussy against her ass. I was already very aroused of course, and very wet, quickly lubricating the silky flesh of her firm bottom.

As I began to fuck against her more firmly, I showered her neck and shoulders with kisses. Her bottom squirmed a bit against me, and I mounted her, straddling her bottom between my thighs and fucking into the center of her bottom the way a man would mount a woman from the rear. I straightened my back, spread my legs and used my hands to spread her cheeks so that my pussy was pushing against her asshole and the base of her cunt. I could feel the juice from my pussy making her asshole slick and wet. As I came, my mind seemed to float away on some foam crusted wave that swept through me. I let Marcie hear me softly moan at my extreme pleasure.

Slowly I collapsed forward just enough so my nipples dragged across her back and I whispered, "I just love fucking you, Marcie."

In a clearly enunciated whisper, she answered, "If you only knew how much I love it when you do that."

"So fuck me back," I whispered kissing the back of her neck again, "Take me any way you like." I felt so close to her at that moment and so grateful to her that I took a serious risk and added, "I'll do anything you want me to just to make you feel good." I didn't think I was ready to go down on another girl yet, but if that was what she asked from me, I would do it and do my best. It's honestly not that I would mind getting a little stinky faced - that doesn't gross me out. I guess I was most worried that I might do it and like it too much. I hadn't really thought through the possibility that I certainly seemed to be bisexual, and maybe lesbian. I was certainly thinking about it now, and struggling to concentrate on lust instead of panic.

As I rolled off of her, she turned toward me. She eased her body on top of mine, and when I felt her knee nudging between my thighs, I spread my legs for her. She settled on me so her breasts were touching mine and I could feel her pussy pressing my hip and her thigh pressing against my pussy. She raised her self just enough so our breasts were barely touching in an incredibly titillating way and began to rock her hips slowly, massaging her pussy against my upper thigh and hip.

She stayed that way, gently and slowly fucking herself against me, her thigh pressing sweetly against my own groin, and she whispered, "Don't think I didn't hear what you said, and if you ever say it again, I WILL ask you to eat my pussy." With that her face, which hovered close over mine, sank until our lips barely touched, her breasts pressing more firmly against mine. "Drew, this feels so good," she whispered and kissed me softly. I opened my lips and she flicked at my tongue with hers. She moaned pressing herself harder against my hip, and I wrapped my left leg around her, pulling her thigh harder against my own pussy.

Her thigh was getting deliciously slippery from my wetness, and my hip was getting slippery from hers. The smells from our pussies seemed to fill the air with an exotic perfume. We stopped kissing as we both began to pant and squirm against each other, with Marcie giving tiny almost inaudible grunts with her thrusts. I'm not sure who started to come first, but we locked tighter together and kept thrusting, both of us trying to keep our moaning quiet. I don't know why it made a difference, but there was something so powerful about Marcie and I having sex together, instead of just me coming by myself, that made it the most intense orgasm I had ever had, and it seemed to go on and on forever. Afterwards we still lay curled up and wrapped around each other, kissing and cuddling each other oh so sweetly. I felt like I was in Heaven, even though there was a little celestial sweat between us. Honest sex sweat felt good, too.

"Wow," I whispered finally. Marcie was casually kissing my breasts and giving little sucks on my nipples, "Now I know why people want to have sex so much. That was just fantastic!"

"I think my pussy is too sore to do any more fucking again tonight," murmured Marcie, "but I am still pretty horny. Are you?"

"Well your kissing my breasts is sorta keeping me horny," I giggled. "But I'm a little sore too. Maybe we should just go to sleep." I added reasonably, "We can always spend the night together again soon." I thought a moment and had to ask, "Marcie, you have had sex with three different boys, at least that you've told me about. Does having sex with me change how you feel about that?"

She didn't answer for several moments, and when she did, I could tell she was seriously thinking about it, "I'm not sure. I mean, I loved having sex with boys even though they didn't seem real good at it, but I am sure there are men who are good at sex and maybe even boys who are." She paused again, "I think I just had more fun with you than all those times though, so I don't know. Do you think I should give up boys?"




Drew's First Time



"Heavens no!" I answered, definitely not prepared to start making commitments with Marcie, her mom or anyone yet. "I mean, you should do what you want and learn who you are. I was just curious, that's all. Although I definitely want us to do this some more!" I paused a minute as we both thought things over for a minute. "So Marcie? How many more times were you going to let me fuck you without telling me you were awake?"

"Huh?" Marcie sounded genuinely surprised, "I just figured that it was your fantasy, and I was just pretending to go along by faking being asleep. I can't believe you really thought I was asleep!" She gave each of my nipples a brief kiss and added, "But to answer your question, it was going to be tonight. You barely beat me to it, in fact. I was just about to roll over and ask you if we couldn't try something a little more mutual."

"I'm just glad things worked out so wonderfully," I murmured sleepily. For an answer, Marcie snuggled against my breasts and went to sleep.

I am still working with "Drew" and haven't yet obtained all the details of the full story of her weekend with "Mrs. Stengal." But I am hoping she will help me fill in the details and if so, I hope to have it published here soon. Be sure and let me and "Drew" know what you think. Pelios



Drew's Mom



When I first got to know Terry and Robyn from the sports club that my husband, Ken, and I have been members of for a number of years, they were just another nice suburban couple - attractive, lively and very friendly. Robyn was the club member but Terry used to join us on social occasions. We would often dine there and the four of us always made a really happy group. 

Robyn and I often partnered at tennis and, to be absolutely honest, I was slightly in awe of her. A smart, confident and very competent woman, she ran her own successful business from their house and managed a great home at the same time. I guess that I'm very similar (even to working from home, though I work for Ken's business) but I always saw Robyn as the superior wife and mother; she was just one of those women that inspire admiration. And when we showered together after a game, it drew comment how alike we were physically - curvaceous, extremely busty and physically toned. And it's true that when we were playing, two women with naturally huge tits, swinging like milk bags, attracted a lot of male attention!

As the months went by, I realised how attractive I found Terry. As you will know from "Daddy Darren", I had always' been attracted to older men. Terry's big frame (well over six feet and a little over 200 pounds) and his baldness (a great weakness of mine) really got my imagination racing and I would imagine him and Robyn in bed, conjuring up really wild scenarios of wonderful, abandoned sex.  Terry was quite flirtatious and I just imagined that Robyn, beneath her conservative, very proper exterior, would be the perfect fawn to his highly tuned libido.

Then, on New Year's Eve 2004, just over a year ago, we were all at the club dinner-dance, always a hugely popular event. It was past midnight and I was on the dance floor with Terry while Ken and Robyn were happily laughing and joking with the group of friends we had been celebrating with, a very normal occurrence as we both loved dancing whilst our spouses were never that keen. In fact they always joked that we were OK as long as we could dance the night away. It was a slow number and Terry was his usual flirtatious self, teasing me mercilessly. Suddenly, as he pulled me against him, I felt, for the first time ever, the pressure of his semi-erect cock against my stomach. At first I thought I must be mistaken, but then I looked into his amused eyes and realised it was what I thought. He grinned, a slight questioning in his eyes.

"My God, Terry!" I whispered in his ear. "Robyn's obviously in for a great intro to 2005 when you get her home!" "Hmmmm," he grunted, almost dismissively. 

I leaned back so that I could focus on his whole face and saw her was serious.

"What do you mean by 'hmmmmm'?" I grinned, slightly taken aback 

"As long as by intro you're not referring to my cock into her pussy, but a rather an intro into a deep sleep you're right on track."

He remained serious and guided us out onto the glass-enclosed veranda, which had been packed a short time before but was now deserted as people had been leaving and they had all moved back into the main room. The others could still see us if they looked but we were now, in effect, alone.

Terry explained softly. "There's nothing wrong, hon, but Robyn likes her routine. It's late - she'll want to get back into her sleep routine after a late night like this. Don't get me wrong, hon. we have good sex but nothing adventurous."

Typical me! I immediately felt sorry for the gorgeous big hulk. I couldn't imagine it ... both my first husband and Ken never had this problem because I was always willing ... always. In fact, my first hubby admitted at the end of our marriage, "We might have fallen out of love, Lou, but the sex was always wonderful!"

My heart went out to him, the drink has loosened the little reserve I have, and I ground my belly against that erection, my body wanting to comfort him. He groaned and I felt his cock lurch to a full hardon. 

"Lou, maybe you better not do that."

"Don't you like it?" I teased him.

His breathing had become rapid and his face was reddening. 

"I love it, hon, but if you don't stop ... I'm gonna...oh, shit ... oh God.... oh fuck no!" I felt him quivering against me and his tenseness disappeared as he slumped a little against me.

"Fu-u-u-uck," he half laughed and straightened up. He grinned sheepishly and whispered in my ear that he had to get to the men's room. Guiding me back inside, he hurried off. I joined the others, my mind racing as I imagined what he was doing in some lonely cubicle, but when he returned about five to ten minutes later, he was his usual cheery self. Only a surreptitious little wink as we were all saying goodnight acknowledged our little secret. All I could think of as we drove home that night was the pressure of that lovely cock. As always, I told Ken all about it straight away and he spent the trip teasing me about what I'd like to do with Terry, grinning all over his face as he drove, and when I leaned over and grabbed his cock through his trousers, he was hard. 

"Does this mean you wouldn't mind, darling?" I asked, knowing the answer already. 

"You know I never do, babe," he grinned. "Just give me all the graphic details afterwards!"

Just two days later, I was working at home early one afternoon when Terry's car swept up the driveway and he casually sauntered through the French windows, a smile creasing his craggy face. His look was enough; we knew the score immediately, and there followed the most wonderful couple of hours of abandoned sex. I have to admit, I took charge and tried to make it as exciting and kinky as I could, remembering what he'd said about his sex life with Robyn, and I'll never forget the look he gave me as I rode him to climax in the last minute or two - one of gratitude and relief that he had found a way to satisfy the darker side of his sexuality. He growled, arching his hips as he came and it was one of the biggest loads my cunt had ever received.

Since then we have met on average about three times a month and I've been able to satisfy Terry's kinkier side - or I thought I had until about a month ago.

We were at the club again on a Saturday evening and Terry and I were dancing again when, out of the blue he asked me, "You ever fucked a young boy, Lou ... I mean since you married."

"What brought that on?" I laughed softly, looking into his eyes and seeing a lively, questioning spark in his eyes. "I just wondered if you ever liked the idea of screwing a young guy?"

I smiled back. "Of course." I was just a little embarrassed by admitting this but knew Terry well enough by now to know he wouldn't be phased by the answer.

"Really?" he grinned. He moved his mouth closer to my ear. "You really would like to be screwed by a teenage cock ... have a hard virgin tool ploughing that gorgeous pussy of yours?"

"Terry!" I protested. "You make me sound like a predatory old whore!" I giggled, rather thrilled by his questioning. As the mother of two boys, I had inevitable wondered what it would be like, especially as my eldest, at 16, was now growing into a really stud-like youngster and was very obviously obsessive about sex at the moment.

Terry ground his hips against me and I could feel that now familiar erection pressing into me.  "Yeah!" he husked. "Bet you'd love it." We danced on for about two minutes before he said: "What about that kid over there, the one helping out at the bar?" 

I looked over and a young guy of about six foot and 170 lbs, muscled and lean with light brown hair and fresh good looks. I recognised him as a boy who I'd seen around from time to time, doing various jobs round the club.

I played up to Terry, loving what this conversation was doing to his cock. "Ohhhh yessssss, perfect," I breathed. "Just my type ... bet he'd screw me senseless."

"Really?" I felt Terry's cock jolt in his trousers and he gazed at me, mouth slightly open and obviously delighted. I grinned. "Ohhhh yeah!"

He laughed, shaking his head and now I was curious.

"What...?"

Lou, that's our boy! That's our son, Andrew!"

"Your son!" I was genuinely taken aback. Robyn had mentioned a long time back that her son worked part-time at the club, but she'd never introduced us and I realised that I had never seen them both at the same time, so it was understandable. I don't often blush but I felt myself reddening. "Oh God, Terry! I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!" "No ...no ... no ... don't be," he quickly reassured me. I looked at him, a little puzzled.

"I actually find that kinda hot," he grinned, pressing back at me with his erection. See what it's done to me?"

What? The thought of me screwing your son?" I laughed, quietly enjoying the gist of this conversation.

"Yeah. Do you find that odd? Fuck, Lou ... I'd LOVE to be a fly on the wall in that situation!"

I was lost in thought, quietly enjoying the image, and it was about a minute later when Terry spoke again.

"I could arrange it, you know?"

"Terry..." I gasped, genuinely shocked. But his face was serious.

"Were you serious when you said you'd happily fuck him?"

"Well yes, but that was before...."

I looked across at Drew who was laughing with a couple by the bar. Of course, knowing he was Terry and Robyn's son made it even MORE exciting for me. And Terry could probably see that on my face. He pulled me even harder against him. "That's what I love about you, Lou ... you're such a gorgeous slut"

We laughed and that was the last we spoke about it ... until "Lou? It's Terry, hon. Remember what we spoke about last night? About Drew? Well, I've had an idea...

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That afternoon I answered the front door bell in my tennis outfit. I was flushed with excitement but also from a long shower after which I'd dabbed Chanel on all my pressure points and freshly shaved my pussy. I was a woman on a mission!

"Mrs Taylor? Hi, I'm Drew Keathley. Dad arranged for me to come over and coach your racquet hold?"

"Drew! Come in!" I stepped back to allow him to pass. He was in his tennis clothes too and looked even sexier than the night before, especially the tight white shorts that emphasised his amazingly firm ass and a rather promising package. His naked thighs and arms glowed with the health of youth. I noticed how he looked appreciatively at the front of my tennis tee shirt as he passed ... and then look again when he realised he could see my nipples showing underneath.

As I led him through to the living room, he awkwardly averted his gaze, obviously not wanting to embarrass me. "I don't know how much I can teach you, Mrs Taylor. My sports are really basketball and baseball, but I know a little about tennis. Hey, it's quite a coincidence," he laughed, a trifle nervously. "I saw you dancing with Dad last night ... at the club"

I nodded, smiling and motioned him to the sofa. "Yes, did he tell you that my husband, Ken, and I are good friends of him and your Mom? And that your Mom and I often partner at tennis?" I could see what was going through his mind as he glanced at my tits again, imagining us two playing together.

"Ummmm, he told me about you being friends but not about you and Mom. Wow, how about that...!" I could see his mind working as he imagined us playing together.

"It's a little too hot outside at the moment, Drew. Would you like a drink before we start? Lemonade?" "That would be great," he said softly, distracted slightly by the pictures n his mind as he sprawled on the sofa and I crossed to the dining bar where I'd placed the iced jug. I poured two, crossed to hand him his and then sat in the chair facing him.

We chatted for about ten minutes and he relaxed a lot. I experienced this enormous rush, knowing I was in control and when I'd make the next subtle move. So while he was talking, I changed position on the chair, allowing him a quick flash up the little tennis skirt. I had deliberately put on a pair of panties that I would normally never wear with such a short skirt. They are almost diaphanous white and clearly show the dark cleft of my pussy beneath. Although I deliberately wasn't looking, the change in his voice altered noticeably and I knew he'd seen something.

Good, I thought and got up. "Right, coach," I smiled at him, "Let's get going!" I went to the counter where I'd placed my racquet and returned. Drew had stood up and it was my turn to catch my breath. His discreet package was a little less so now and he was nervously trying to be nonchalant in covering it with one hand and then the other as he spoke. 

We went out onto the deck and he positioned me, asking me to show him my serving hold, which I did. Then he was behind me, gingerly trying to reach round me to re-arrange my grip, carefully trying not to rub his arms against my breasts. I could feel his breath on my neck, which made my nipples swell even further, and I knew he couldn't fail but to notice.

I was deliberately slow, causing him to show me again and again. Gradually he became less tentative and he was brushing my tits a lot while I made sure that it appeared that I hadn't noticed. We got more and more involved and I managed to gradually press back against him and thrilled to feel the increasing hardness trapped in his shorts. I enjoyed that for a while and then, after another five minutes, decided to 'up' my game. "I think we need a break, honey," I said suddenly, broke away from him and turning. He didn't have time to cover up and my eyes dropped to the tented shorts. "My!" I whispered gently. 

Drew looked wretched. He flushed immediately and covered it with both hands. "Oh shit, Mrs Taylor, I'm so sorry!" He looked as if he was about to cry he was so embarrassed.

"Darling," I cooed. "It's perfectly natural! And I'm flattered, I really am," I smiled warmly and beckoned him inside where I poured more lemonade. As I turned to hand his to him, I added:

"I'm not offended in any way, hon. Really I'm not. You have to believe me." And I was pleased to see it hadn't diminished at all, despite the shock of discovery.

He quickly sat down, still looking really miserable, so I got up after a minute and perched myself on the sofa beside him, placing my hand on his thigh. I thought he would die at that point!!

"Drew, please sweetie, don't feel so bad! " He looked at me and I could have kissed him there and then he looked so sweet.

"Mrs Taylor ... I really am sorry. It was just...."

"I know, darling. It's these isn't it?" I cupped one of my tits in my hand and jiggled it. 

He nodded.

"Mind you, you should be used to it. Your Mom's are about the same size."

He smiled at that, and nodded. "I just never touched them before," he said softly, his voice trembling and husky. "But I gather you saw her in just her bikini pants the other day?" I smiled.

The poor boy flushed again. "Oh God, did she tell you? Oh God!!!"

"No, baby, your Dad told me."

"What! DAD told you! When? I mean ... how could he mention that?"

I smiled and touched his cheek with the back of my hand. "Drew, I think there's something you ought to know. It's OK; he said I could tell you about this. He and I are a little more than just friends. It's nothing serious, we don't love each other ... it's purely sex. Lust, if you want. He loves your Mom a lot and she loves him. It's just that I'm a lot more adventurous and Terry sometimes wants that. That's all it is, but it explains why he tells me things like that."

I could see it all happening on his face ... firstly shock, then anger that his Dad should cheat on his Mom like this, then a softening as he realised that this probably didn't threaten his happy home life at all. Finally, there was a sudden flash of realization.

"Hey, did Dad set this up, Mrs Taylor! I mean I know he set up the tennis thing ... but ... you know..." I nodded, grinning. "How did you guess?"

"That time I saw Mom's tits and he saw me so knocked out by them, he nudged me and said, "We'll have to do something about this, buddy!" I thought he meant something like having talks with me ... not anything like this!" "That sounds like your Dad," I grinned. "He loves you, darling, and wants to do something for you. He told me it's your birthday soon and so..." I winked at him.

At that, a deep voice interrupted. "So, happy birthday, son!"

Terry, who'd been in the house since before Drew arrived, emerged down the stairs, dressed only in a pair of faded grey running shorts.

Drew jumped up in surprise and looked half inclined to make a break for the door for a couple of seconds. "Dad! God...! You were here all that time?"

Terry was great - casual and smiling he came over, hugged his son and then kissed him on the cheek and then motioned him to sit down and sat beside him. His hand on his shoulder, he quietly and softly spoke to him.  "Buddy, I could see how seeing Mom like that ate you up and I suspect you're pretty much still a virgin. Remember how confused you were about how to react to those women at the club who came on to you? " Drew nodded, smiling coyly. 

"Son, things are pretty cool between us. I love the way you can confide in me and I reckon I can just do something to make life more enjoyable for you. Well, that is, I think Lou can."  Drew looked at me and I just smiled in confirmation. "She explained to you how it is with me and her. She's a great woman, son. God knows I love your Mom but Louise is a good friend ... a very good friend, warm and loving and incredibly sexy. She can teach you more in a day than months of fumbling with those girls in your class could ever do. I just want her to give you the best birthday you could wish for."

Drew was dazed. It was almost too much for him to take in. But he was still excited and I noticed that he was looking back and forward between us both, his teenage mind already probably picturing us two together, and his cock was still straining at his tight shorts. A few years older and he might have had a few reservations about the situation but, like so many teenage boys, the chance to experience a woman, and with both her his father's permission - and not only permission but also connivance...! 

Terry hugged and kissed him again and then got up as I got up and took his place beside his son. Both Drew and I could see Terry's erection distorting his shorts and it seemed to relax the boy seeing his father in the same state he was in. He looked at me a little nervously, though, so I hugged him to me, my fingers massaging his hair at his neck. "So baby," I whispered in his ear, "do you want this?" He paused and then nodded.

"Yes, Mrs Taylor.... I mean, if it's really OK with you...." 

So sweet!

"Of course it's alright with me," I assured him. And then very softly: "I find you incredibly sexy. I did as soon as I saw you last night. Ask your Dad." 

I felt him relax again. I got up, pulling him up with me and led him upstairs to my bedroom. As I climbed the stairs, I was aware that from behind, Drew was getting a superb look at my panties under my tennis skirt and that he could see my pussy outline now much clearer than before, and I knew I was damp there now, making the sight even sexier for him.

"Shi-it!" I heard him breathe.

I left the door open and sat on the edge of the bed, motioning Drew to come over and stand between my legs. His erection was now obscenely obvious under his shorts. Terry sauntered in as Drew moved close to me, relaxed but with a look of extreme satisfaction on his face. He had described his months-long obsession about seeing his son with an older woman and his own cock made an impressive bulge down the leg of his shorts. Drew glanced at him and smiled, turning back to me. I was amazed how readily he was accepting that his dad should be in the same room and then recalled what Terry had told me about their conversations about women and sex, a I realised that these two had a great relationship, not just father and son but buddies too. I reached up and placed my hand on Drew's erection, softly feeling it under his shorts. "I think you should call me Louise, darling," I whispered.