14 comments/ 24682 views/ 40 favorites A Song For The Sad Girl By: Bazzza I've always been an avid people watcher, not kids because they are too hard to read, but adults are always fair game. I try to read what their lives might be like by what they are wearing, how they look and go about their day. There are those who are luckily enough to be good looking, or unlucky to be downright unattractive. Some people are obviously happy and vibrant in their daily toil, and others seem to be miserable as if this day may be their last on earth. Young lovers are good to watch, the eye contact, the little smiles and the intimate touching. Older lovers are also good to watch, but in a different ways, they display hints of sweet intimacy with confidence and caring. The holding of hands is always nice to see with matures couples. There are the older couples who look miserable, who have been together so long there is no excitement or anything else to look forward to, the bitchiness and discontent of their lives festering just beneath the surface. Then you get the high flyers, the corporate types who no doubt consider they are a cut above everyone else with their important careers, and strut around so that you don't have any choice but to notice them. And then you get the beautiful women of any age. For those I always look for an engagement or wedding ring and then wonder how they might be as a lover. Question, are all good looking women good in bed, I suspect not which must be a disappointment for their lovers. And finally you get the prowling singles like me, just looking around for that special someone, or not quite so special; even a quick indiscriminate shag is always appreciated. So next time you are in a public place, just gaze round and imagine what some of those people around you lives are like. It's always interesting to try and guess if they are lucky and happy, or maybe not. Then, consider how people might gauge your life as you pass them by. It was at the train station that I first laid eyes on the sad girl. I had just taken on a new job in the city, the heavy traffic and the even heavier price of vehicle parking making the choice to leave my car at home a prudent one. Sad girl always stood alone and aloof as she waited for the train; not talking to anyone and just gazing around, but not really seeing a thing if you get my drift. She stood tall with dark long hair falling to her shoulders, a face that could have been prettier with a smile and a little makeup. Her figure seemed lean under the warm baggy overcoat she always wore with black boots, but there was a hint of bosom and shapely curves when she walked. Sad girl always looked down as she got on the train making sure she avoided eye contact where ever possible. If she could, would sit alone by the carriage window staring out into the world as it passed her by. I confess to becoming a little more intrigued by her each morning as I caught the train, although I never once encountered her on my way home. Where ever possible, I would stand reasonably close and discreetly watch her as I pondered her seemingly sad her life over in my mind. A recent tragedy maybe, jilted by a lover or something like that. I however never tried to communicate with her as I knew that my attentions would be unwanted. It was a cold and rainy Friday morning in Auckland New Zealand that packed the commuter train. I found myself sitting opposite sad girl, a mother and a chatty young daughter of around five years of age sitting beside us. About fifteen minutes into the trip the young girl turned her inquisitive attention to the sad girl and stared for awhile. "Why do you look so sad?" she asked in a loud voice. Sad girl turned from the window and looked down at the girl who was busy ignoring the immediate admonishment from her most embarrassed mother. After a few seconds the sad girl smiled for the first time since I had laid eyes on her. "I'm not sad really, I'm just thinking." she replied. Sad girl's eyes moved across to mine and held them for an instant before moving back to the window and the passing world. "You should smile more often." I suggested quietly. "It suits you." She turned back to me, her eyes slightly closing in annoyance, "Maybe, I'll think about it." The little girl looked up at me and grinned, and I smiled back to avoid those angry eyes opposite. Then everything returned to normality. A few minutes later my cell phone began to ring, I cursed inwardly for it was a call I wanted to take and there was no way to excuse myself from being overheard in the crowded carriage. It was Max, the owner of a local pub called the Bishops Retreat where we have often gigged. Could our band; 'The Gremlins' play tonight as the one booked had let him down. We had a quick chat and I implied that it should be okay, but would have to confirm with the other members of the band when I got to work. My name is Jacob West, and by day I'm a newly qualified under paid project engineer, by night a budding vocalist and guitarist in a local rock band called The Gremlins. We play mostly covers and some originals we think are good enough to sneak in a set. I'm twenty five years old, single and available to the opposite sex for most activities, but excluding romantic comedy movies, long term relationships; meeting girlfriend's parents over dinner, or any serious discussion involving engagements and marriage. The band was halfway through the first set that Friday night when I first noticed sad girl standing at the end of the bar. It was the long dark hair that first caught my attention and it was a second or two before I clicked it was her. The bar was pretty packed and it was pure luck that I noticed her, most of the time I have to concentrate on both my vocals and guitar work. A little plan began to form in my devious mind as we came towards the end of the set. For the past few weeks we had been working on a new song I had written about the sad girl, and although the song was finished and practised, we had by no means had it polished enough to perform it to a live audience. But then, opportunities like this should never be left wanting. When we got to the last song of the set I turned to the other members of the band and mouthed 'Sad Girl'. They pulled faces of concern but I ignored them and turned back to the crowd who had quietened down. I leaned into the microphone, "This is a new song, and you're the first to hear it. It's about a girl I see most days at the train station. A pretty girl who always looks sad; and I've often wondered why. Today I saw her smile for the first time, and I now want to make her smile every day. This song is called "A Song for the Sad Girl." I knew the song was a good one when I wrote it, slow and meaningful and powerful in its own right, the lyrics both clear and precise. I sung it with great passion and the band behind me played it with surprisingly exquisite precision. During the song I looked over at the sad girl and caught brief glimpses of her through the moving strobe lights but unable to catch her mood. When the song came to the end, the crowd clapped, whistled and yelled their appreciation. I turned back to the band; they were all grinning now their nervousness was gone, for we had delivered something special. After announcing a short break, the band huddled together as we always do for a quick recap after a set. What was that all about one, of them asked? Thought we weren't going to do the new song. I grinned and told them that the sad girl was in the audience and it was for her benefit. Which one was she, they asked, but I wasn't about to tell, just yet anyway. We clambered off the stage and were met by a handful of compliments from the regulars who frequent the bar or especially come to hear us play. We eventually headed towards the bar for the complementary drinks we musicians get, which in turn supposedly helps us forget the paltry amount we all get paid for gigs. My eyes wandered towards the end of the bar and found the sad girl ordering a drink from one of the barmen. I took time to take in her appearance, a simple black top above very tight blue jeans and high heel shoes, very nice I thought to myself. She soon noticed me and met my stare for a second or two before looking away. I took a deep breath and bravely sauntered over. "Fancy meeting you in a place like this." I said. She turned and met my eyes, "Tell me that last song wasn't about me." I grinned, "Nope, cause it was. You were the inspiration." She looked at me coolly for a few seconds, "I'm not sad, I just like to be alone. I enjoy my own company, is there anything wrong with that?" I moved a little closer to hear her over the noise of the crowd and the background music played between band breaks. I shrugged my shoulders and smiled hoping to ease the anger, "Nope, we live in a democracy, you can do whatever you want. In my case I wrote a song about a girl I see at the station most days. Is there anything wrong with that?" "Suppose not, except it's about me, and I'm not sad. And my name is Georgia, so you don't have to call me a sad girl anymore." I held out my hand to shake, "I'm Jacob, suppose I'll have to rename the song Georgia, the sad girl." She kind of smiled and took my hand briefly which broke the ice just a little. After a minute or two of nervous conversation, I dragged a slightly unwilling Georgia over to meet the rest of the band and their ladies, Angie, Christine and Marley. I'm the only single male in the band, and the partners of the others turn up regularly to support us by being first on the dance floor, and no doubt to make sure their men aren't tempted into the arms of another female admirer. When it was time for us to go back on stage, the ladies had befriended Georgia enough for her hang out with, which pleased me for obvious reasons. Half way through the first song, the dance floor was full and I found Georgia on the dance floor with the other girls. It was just after midnight when we played our last song, but the crowd chanted and stomped calling for the sad girl song again. Into the first verse and just for a bit of fun I carried the microphone stand along the stage to where Georgia was dancing, and sung it just to her. She laughed and turned away in embarrassment as I crooned my way through the song. I guessed I was out of danger, for the moment anyway. Now, anyone who has played in a band knows that the hard work doesn't finish with the playing; all of the gear has to be packed up and taken out to our cars, which takes us the best part of an hour. Georgia was still there chatting as we packed up and I eventually wandered over when I finally finished. She turned to me and smiled. "I'd die for a coffee, you wanna buy me one?" she asked. I smiled back, "I can't leave my gear in the car in case its get stolen, can do at my place though." "You'll be quite safe, no ulterior motives." I added as she pondered the dangers of my invitation. Dan the drummer who had been listening leaned over Georgia's shoulder, "I wouldn't go, he can't be trusted, tell lies and he's lousy in bed anyway. Just a complete time waster really." Before I could punch Dan, his girlfriend Angie pitched in, "Don't worry Georgia, you'll be okay with him. He's more trustworthy than the rest of them." Georgia laughed. Angie's comment kind of surprised me because I didn't think she had that higher opinion of me, plus I didn't think I was all that trustworthy myself. Georgia conceded and we headed home to my place, which was a small one bedroom flat. By the time I had placed all my equipment inside, it was nearly two am. My coffee making skills were then put to the test which passed with flying colours. My secret was that during my studies I had worked part time in an upmarket café which had perfected coffee making skills. We chatted in the lounge for awhile before I excused myself and headed for the shower. I sweat heaps on stage and once I stop moving around I start to get both cold and smelly. When I finished in the shower and dressed in clean clothes, I found Georgia fully clothed minus her shoes curled up asleep on my bed. I grinned and climbed in behind her; she pushed back into me, pulled my arm around her and snuggled in tight. Somewhat disappointed that sex wasn't in the agenda, I pulled the duvet up over us, nuzzled in contently and took in her nice perfume just before I too fell asleep, for it had been a long hard day. We stirred in the grey of the false dawn and turned onto our backs next to each other. "I knew you watched me at the station all the time." she said quietly after a few seconds. "Guilty." I replied. "I like watching people, and you always intrigued me. I wondered why you didn't talk to anyone, avoided eye contact and always looked kind of unhappy." "Like the song?" she asked. "Yep, just like the song." Georgia sighed, "I didn't realise I gave that impression. But at the moment I am a sad girl. I lost my mother six moths ago, my dad left years ago and I don't know where he is, or care. Then the only boyfriend I ever had traded me in for a blonde slapper with big tits. I had to leave the home where I was brought up because I couldn't afford the rent myself once mum went. Moved down here and found a job I hate. So life isn't good for me at the moment." "And it just got worse cause you met me." I added. Georgia chuckled which was nice to hear, "You're the least of my worries, and anyway just so you know, I quite liked you looking at me. And now I know you're a rock star to boot. What more could a sad girl like me want." I grinned, "So, if I had tried to talk to you at the station, would you have poked both of my eyes out?" "Probably, at least one anyway." she confessed. "So, how'd you end up at the Bishops Retreat last night?" I asked. "Heard you talking on your cell phone on the train. Couldn't stand another Friday night alone in my flat watching TV. So I decided to go out and ended up at the Bishops Retreat watching your gig. And if it's okay for you to watch me all the time, it was only fair that I reciprocate, plus I'm a live music fan anyway. It gave me something to do on an otherwise boring Friday night. And now I'm in your bed, which is a little unexpected on my part." "You're still fully clothed and your reputation intact." I suggested. "Mmm, I know. It's a waste really, isn't it?" she replied and giving me a little peck on the cheek. I turned my face and our lips met for the first time, a little kiss and a flick of tongues. We rolled together facing each other and cuddled in tightly, our second kiss was long and passionate, tongues exploring and playing. The following kisses even longer as our hands began to roam. Then Georgia broke the embrace, "I'd like to shower, then you can decide whether you want me get dressed and go home, or climb back into your bed and see what might happen." "Mmmm, that's a tough decision." I commented after a few seconds of pretending intense deliberation. Georgia raised herself above me on one elbow and gazed down at me with a cynical smile, "If you don't want me back in this bed, I won't let you look at me at the station anymore, and if you do I'll poke both your eyes out. And, I'll tell everyone you're a poof, no girl likes getting turned down." "Okay then, I'll wait here for you." I offered with mock disdain and a fake yawn. I pointed to where a clean towel could be found in the bathroom and even a new packaged tooth brush for such occasions. She gave me a little peck on the cheek as she uncurled herself from my bed and clambered quickly towards the bathroom. I thought about Georgia as she showered, how different she was from any girl I had met before and how and appealing she was now that I'd actually met her. I removed my clothes and felt myself harden in anticipation of what was hopefully about to happen. Eventually she returned to the bedroom with just a towel around her and stood next to the bed. She smiled innocently letting the towel fall to the floor and stood there in her naked beauty, tall curvy and simply lovely. She twirled in a circle, "Well, shall I get dressed or get in with you?" I lifted the bedclothes exposing my proud erection and made it dance back and forth for her. "Now, what sort of invitation is that?" Georgia asked and then giggled as she climbed in beside me before pulling the bedclothes back over us. Our lips met and we kissed as our hands began to explore. After awhile I noticed her body shaking and then the tears in her eyes. I kissed her salty eyes and took her hands in mine. "What's up?" I asked. "Sorry, I'm trying to be brave and experienced but it's not working." she said wiping her eyes. "You'll only be the second man I've been to bed with and I'm shit scared of making a fool of myself. My ex told me that I was lousy in bed when we broke up." I pulled her in tight and held her, "Well, he must have been a lousy teacher. If you look up at the notches in the headboard, every one of them is from a satisfied lover who has experienced multiple orgasms in this very bed." Georgia raised her eyes, "There's no notches in the headboard." "Shit, isn't there, I must be a lousy lover too. We'll just have to learn to be good together." She laughed and lowered her face to mine and let me kiss the tears from her face, "Jesus, you're a real bullshit artist too. Too much talk I think." We started over again, kisses and roaming hands first. As we warmed up, I pulled the bed covers back so I could look at her. She rolled onto her back and closed her eyes as I leaned over her and let my lecherous eyes gaze upon her beauty. Her skin was smooth and pale without a hint of a sun tan. Her breasts appeared small but perfectly shaped. I focused on her large dark nipples which were now hardening in the cool air. I lowered my tongue and flicked each nipple in turn before suckling on them causing her to whimper quietly. My hand explored further down over her flat navel and thighs. I turned my attention from her breasts and moved lower taking in the curves of her full thighs and the thatch of dark curls between them. Her legs were nearly closed but offered no resistance as I gently parted them so I could further explore between them. Her pink lips were just visible beneath the curls; I licked my forefinger and slid it through the curls into her slit for the first time. Georgia moaned with pleasure as I slipped my finger inside her opening and then used her natural lubrication to toy with her clitoris. As I began to work my finger into a slow rhythm, I slid the finger of my other hand inside her searching for the G spot. A loud moan of appreciation escaped from Georgia's slightly parted lips as she lifted her buttocks upwards against me. For the next few minutes I tormented her lovely pussy as it became sloppier with her juices of arousal, but she pushed my face away when I moved down and attempted to lick that special place. "Please no, not that, it isn't right." she whispered between little moans of pleasure. She rolled on top of me and straddled my thighs, taking my erect cock in her hand she squeezed it gently, then leaned down until her face nearly touched mine, "You have to promise to not finish in me, I'm not on the pill or anything. Promise?" "Promise. I've got condoms if you want." I confessed. She shook head, her long hair flicking my face, "Nope, don't like them, dry me out too quick. I shouldn't be doing this, so you just have to promise to be good, otherwise we won't be doing this again. Okay?" Pleased with not having to use a condom, my answer was easy, "I promise." Georgia looked into my eyes as she positioned herself over my rigid cock; one hand parted her lips while the other guided my cock into her slippery opening. Then with little rocking motions, she lowered herself slowly onto it taking it to the hilt. A Song For The Sad Girl It felt fantastic, warm slippery and tight. Her eyes were now closed and she was biting her bottom lip as she slowly began to ride me. I took her breasts into my hands and caressed her large nipples with my thumbs. Georgia then lowered her lips to mine and we kissed passionately as she seductively rode me. After a short time, I pulled her body right down against me, her breasts pressing hard against my chest. My cock slipped noisily from her sopping pussy, but she deftly adjusted her body and with one finger guided it back in. "This is good fun." she whispered after awhile. "I've missed fucking." For the next few minutes Georgia continued to ride me as we kissed and caressed. Her warm pussy although wet and slippery hugged my cock nicely. I eventually rolled her over into the missionary position without letting my cock fall from her luscious pussy. Our bodies melded together like a glove, and Georgia wrapped her legs around me encouraging me in tight and rolling her buttocks to meet my lustful attack. Our lips again met and we kissed with increasing passion as we moved together in perfect harmony, the loud slapping of our bodies filling the room. She took my face in her hands and held me still with her strong thighs, our faces inches apart as she gazed into my face. Her brow was now glowing from our frolicking, her beautiful eyes wide and lips in a nice smile. "I did like your song about me. It was a surprise, but a nice one. And I'm glad I'm in your bed doing this. And I like you." she whispered. I grinned, "I'm glad you like the song, but even gladder that you're in my bed, cause I always thought you were kinda special." She frowned, "So, it doesn't matter that I actually like you, it's more important that I like the song, and that we are fucking. Have I got it right?" She grinned when I didn't answer and pulled me down to kiss; releasing her thighs she pushed hard up on my cock and sighed deeply. I could feel her pussy muscles gripping my cock and squeezing it a few times, I then began to ride her with long slow thrusts taking care not to let my rigid cock fall from her. Our momentum began to pick up as we kissed and caressed, and I could feel the inkling of an orgasm. Georgia moaned in disappointment as I reluctantly allowed my cock to fall from her pussy. "Gonna cum if I keep going." I whispered in her ear and slowly began kissing my way down her body towards her widely parted thighs. She tensed as my tongue slipped through her damp curls and her legs closed on my shoulders. "Please don't, you don't have to do that." she whimpered. But I persevered as I have not yet met a girl who didn't like a good licking. She jumped as my tongue slipped into her slit and found her exposed clitoris. Holding her thighs wide, I kissed it a few times, then sucked it into my mouth and began flicking my tongue over it. My face was quickly nestled nicely between her lips and I allowed my tongue to explore her slit and sopping opening. Georgia eventually relaxed a little and let her legs fall open giving me better access to her special place. I moved my face away enabling me to take in the view, her nice pink gapping lips and what lay between now transparent through the flattened mass of dark curls. I could feel the warmth of her radiating from a few inches away. The smooth skin around her inner thighs and navel glistening wet from her arousal. Dissecting the mass of curls neatly was her elongated pink, glistening, sopping opening and an engorged clitoris above. I lowered my mouth to those lovely lips and kissed as I would a mouth and ran my tongue up and it's length for a few seconds causing Georgia to squirm. Searching for my pillow with my hand and finding it, I dragged it downwards and squeezed it under her buttocks. Anticipating my lecherous thoughts, she herself positioned the second pillow on top of the first and lowered herself to it. Now her raised pussy was a comfortable height for me to work on without wrecking my neck. I knelt before her and guided my rock hard cock between her lips and run the head over her clitoris a few times before letting it drop and slide smoothly into her opening. Georgia signed loudly and pushed upwards letting my cock slide half way in. I could feel her pussy muscles grip and squeeze it as I eased back out until the head was just touching her lips. I leaned forward and my shaft this time disappeared effortlessly to the hilt inside her lovely pussy. Kneeling above her, I had a perfect view her inner lips hugging my shaft as I moved slowly back and forth and I again felt an orgasm mounting. I heard myself moan in frustrating realisation that I had to stop. Georgia too moaned again with disappointment as I reluctantly withdrew until my cock fell noisily from between her luscious lips. I again lowered my face to her pussy and this time peppered it with little kisses; then settled down on the bed so I could comfortably work on it. Georgia squirmed as I suckled her slippery clitoris between my lips and flicked my tongue over it, then lowering my nose to it and gently tweaking it as I lapped at her inner lips and opening with my tongue. After a minute or two, I raised my mouth to her clitoris and inserted a finger deep inside her, then a second and a third stretching her opening wide. She cried out loudly and pushed up against my face. I soon lost track of time as I worked her pussy continuously with both hands and mouth as she writhed against me. "God, that's sooo fucking good." she whimpered several times. After some time I felt Georgia's body beginning to tremble under my assault, and I toiled with increased urgency until she was in a frenzied state and filling the room with appreciative moans of pleasure. She lifted her knees back to her chest allowing me to further bury my face and hands in her lovely pussy. And then Georgia cried loudly as she placed her hands over my head and pulled my face firmly into her. Her feet dropped to the bed anchoring her body in place as she rubbed her writhing pussy up and down erratically over my face. Georgia's juices flooded my face as her orgasm tormented her for many seconds, and then she slowly began to relax. After a minute or so of my now gentle kissing and licking, she eased my face away from her swollen pussy and engorged clitoris. "Come up here." she ordered and deftly guided my cock inside her as I moved over her. She took my face in her hands and held me at arms length, she grinned up at me as I slowly moved my cock back and forth in her sloppy wet pussy. "That's the first time that someone else has made me cum." she whispered. "And I thought orgasms were all about me. Now I know its not. So thank you for that little sex lesson." I chuckled and gave her a peck on the lips, "My pleasure." Ignoring the love juices covering my face, Georgia pulled me down and wrapped her legs and arms around me tightly and gently moved with me as we began to slowly make love. Not long after, I again had to reluctantly had to withdraw to avoid filling her lovely sweet pussy with my cum. I rolled over on to my side next to her and she turned to face me, she opened her thighs so my cock could lie between them. She smiled and gave me a peck on the lips as she guided my hands to her breasts "I like my nipples played with like this." she whispered and moved my hands in a circular motion. Georgia's nipples hardened in seconds as I toyed with them and I watched the obvious pleasure on her face. Her hand slipped down to my cock and began to gently squeeze and stroke it. After a minute or two, she rolled me onto my back and leaned over me. Starting at my forehead, she kissed and nuzzled her way downwards until she reached my cock which was standing nicely to attention. Flicking her hair over her ear so it didn't get in the way, she lowered her face to the head of my cock and flicked her tongue over it a few times before taking the head into mouth. I could feel her tongue exploring the rim and eye and I squirmed in my pleasure. She suckled on me for a short time then moved up and straddled me, holding my cock flat against my navel, she parted her slippery pussy lips over it and moved back and forth, then gently began rubbing a finger over the head and eye which felt real good. She lowered her face close to mine and flicked her tongue over my lips in invitation; I poked out mine so they could dance together. Eventually Georgia's sweet pussy moved too far up my shaft and as she moved back, my cock slid nicely back inside her. "Mmmmmm, very nice." she whispered and plunged her tongue deep inside my mouth. She began to slowly ride me as we kissed and caressed and she soon sensed me getting close to orgasm. She slid backwards down my body until she was kneeling between my legs and my glistening cock pointing straight at her face. Ignoring the mess, she took in hand and gave it a few little kisses and licks before taking it deep into her warm mouth. "I thought you weren't into oral sex." I offered as she began working my cock with some expertise. She lifted her mouth and frowned as she stroked me, "It was kind of one sided. It was just fine for me to suck his dick, but he wasn't prepared to lick me. Said he didn't like the taste so I never pushed it. But now I know I should've, cause I've never cum like that before." I guided Georgia's buttocks around so we were in the 69 position and she willingly lifted a leg over my head. I found one of the pillows and propped it under my head so that I could reach her pussy. "Slide down a bit." I asked. Georgia wriggled down the bed a bit and spread her legs until her pussy just touched my face. Her warm lips began to suckle my cock and I turned my attention to her gapping lips. I licked and kissed her inner thighs before sliding my tongue through her slippery slit and into her opening. She lowered her pussy securely onto my face with her lips hugging my mouth. For some considerable time I kissed, licked and fingered her pussy as she rocked back and forth on me, her little whimpers of pleasure and the erratic sucking of my cock confirming her appreciation. Eventually she disengaged and spun around into a sitting position and guided my cock into her pussy. Leaning forward and taking her weight on her hands, she raised her pussy to half way up my shaft and began squeezing it with her muscles. With a deep sigh she lowered herself to the hilt and then slid backwards causing my cock to slide from her lovely warm wet pussy. She then moved back and knelt between my thighs and took my cock in hand. "Keep your eyes open, I want you to watch me make you cum." she ordered. Georgia then began to work my cock, her hand stroking my shaft as her mouth bobbed up and down taking half of my shaft. She soon settled into a nice rhythm which quickly had me writhing in ecstasy. By now I was now so aroused and wasn't going to last too long. Georgia slowly increased her rhythm, her eyes glued to mine as she brought me closer and closer to orgasm. "GONNA CUM," I warned expecting her to withdraw her mouth. But I watched as Georgia's cheeks bulged with my cum as she milked me. She held me firmly as I writhed in uncontrollable orgasmic ecstasy. Relaxing her mouth slightly, Georgia allowed my cum to ooze from her lips and run down her swiftly moving hand. As my orgasm began to wane, she lifted her mouth briefly allowing thick globules of cum to dribble out, with a quick wipe of her thumb to remove the excess; she lowered her mouth and continued to suckle me, reminding me more than once to keep watching. It was one of the most intense and exquisite orgasms I'd ever encountered, trying to control myself while inside her during our love making had only added to the pressure. I watched as her sopping face and hand continued to work my cock until I could no longer tolerate it, especially her tongue flicking the eye. "Let's see how long I can keep it hard." she whispered as I tried to pull away. For the next few minutes Georgia ignored her cum covered face and continued to torment me with her talented warm mouth and hands keeping me erect. She ignored my squirming and seemed to enjoy my post orgasmic discomfort as she suckled the head of my cock. Eventually when I could stand it no longer, she let my cock drop to my navel and prodded it playfully with a finger as it shrank. She then climbed from the bed and headed for the bathroom to no doubt clean her face and hands. She returned a minute later with a warm facecloth and a towel and wiped me down. All part of the service she told me amongst cleaning duties and kisses. We then curled up together under the blankets as our sweaty bodies cooled down. Georgia reached up and scratched a small mark in the wooden headboard of the bed with her finger nail. "Your first satisfied customer." she commented cheekily. I laughed, "Hopefully you'll be putting a few more up there." She gave me a grin and a little peck on the lips, "I just might, if you let me." "If you thought you were no good in bed, you were wrong." I offered. "That was pretty fucking good." Georgia rolled over above me and laughed, "I think I surprised myself. That's the best sex I've had. And, hopefully there's a bit more of it to look forward to, but only if you want to." I yawned and stretched my arms out, "I'll think about it." She dropped a nipple in my mouth and took hold of my limp cock and squeezed it hard, "Oh, I'll make sure you think about it." We laughed and kissed for a short time, then settled contently silent as we fell asleep in the knowledge that we were both open to future commitment. We slept in each others arms most of the day and eventually arose late afternoon when our hunger got the better of us. We showered and dressed and walked to a nearby café for a late lunch, I then drove to her place for a badly needed change of clothes. The rest of the weekend was taken up with eating, drinking and lots of sex in my bed. It was with some reluctance that I drove her home late Sunday night. On the Monday morning we probably surprised our fellow train commuters at the station by meeting with an embrace and quick kiss and displaying all of the passion of a new romance. Georgia slipped into my life with ease, she was undemanding of my time, affectionate at the right times, made me laugh lots and just good to have around. The sex got better and better although she didn't like sleeping over during the week. I would drive her home after our little romps as she needed fresh clothes for work the next day. Plus I think she needed a little space to ponder on the speed of our whirlwind relationship due to her previous heat breaking relationship breakup. The following weekend was a different story and she happily stayed over, which of course was much more fun. A couple of weeks later on a Tuesday morning at the train station, Georgia leaned over and whispered quietly in my ear that she was now on the pill and it would be okay to finish inside her. I immediately put my hand on my stomach and complained of feeling sick and might have to go home to bed. It didn't take long for Georgia to catch on and grin mischievously as she stood with her hands on her hips in mocking defiance. She leaned close and whispered in my ear, "Are you saying that just because now I'm safe on the pill and you can finish inside me, you want us both to pull a sickie and go home right now and fuck?" "Yes." I replied. "Mmmm." she muttered while contemplating our conspiracy. "Okay, I'm up for it." We walked hand in hand away from the station back to my place, I don't know what our fellow commuters thought, but a few of them would have known what we were up to. I'll not forget that first time that our love making was truly complete. I lay between her lovely thighs rocking gently as my orgasm approached, our lips just touching at that special exquisite moment as my cum filled her warm wet pussy. Georgia whimpered and pulled me in tight with her legs as she herself orgasmed a few seconds later, and then we kissed long and passionately until our orgasms slowly ebbed away. We embraced contently in a tangle of arms and legs ignoring my cum as it leaked from her onto the sheet below. As we lay in our post orgasmic splendour a few minutes later, I looked over at my lovely Georgia. "Why don't you move in here?" I asked. "Cause you've only got one bedroom." she replied most casually. "Well, we could share this bed, but only if you want to." "So, let me get this right." she enquired. "Just because you now get to cum inside me, you want me to move in with you?" "Yep, you can save on your rent, but you get to wash the sticky sheets." Georgia laughed loudly and cupped my testicles, "Mmmm, spoken like a true male. Okay, I'll move in, but no sex. Okay?" "Sure, the sex ain't too good anyway, probably won't miss it." "REALLY?" she replied looking up at the numerous scratches now decorating the headboard. "Could've fooled me." I was fooling no one, that's for sure. Before I finish my story I want to fast forward twelve or so good years and cover off a few milestones after Georgia she moved in. Georgia and I fell out of lust and into love; we married after a couple of years living in sin. Financially we are solid with our own home and a mortgage we can comfortably manage. We are now blessed with two lovely daughters, family life is great and our home is mostly one of closeness, laughter and good times. The Gremlins are still together and play pubs and social events. We are all older and wiser, gone are our ambitions of musical fame and greatness, although we did record a CD after a radio DJ caught one of our gigs and heard Sad Girl. He put us in touch with a local recording studio. We get recognised on the street sometimes which is good as it gets for us. Lastly, I want to tell you about one memorable summer's afternoon. Our family were sitting at a busy seaside café in Auckland's St Heliers Bay enjoying the warm summer sun. Our girls have inherited their parent's sense of humour and we were all laughing at something or someone. A couple at a neighbouring table looked over at us and commented what a nice happy family we were. I looked over at my Georgia and began to quietly sing Sad Girl along with our girls, who by now know both the words and the story behind the song, joining in with their sweet tender voices. By the second verse it was loud enough for all in the café to hear, and there were little tears of emotion rolling down Georgia's face as she kicked me unceremoniously under the table more than once. Those around us clapped at the end of our little vocal acapella performance, and left Georgia even more embarrassed when the girls informed our captive audience in rather loud voices, that their dad had written the song about their mum when they first met. I always knew Sad Girl would be a special song when I wrote it. And hopefully, I will be forgiven sometime soon by my lovely Georgia after our little impromptu afternoon performance.