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Andre's Perfect Summer

By: Egmont0409



Healed after a car crash but still shaken from losing his job as an attorney, although well compensated financially for the dismissal, Andre Vallier locked up his apartment and headed west. His disgrace was being convicted for drunken driving and destroying an 1889 statue in Northcote City's civic square,

Andre traveled to Bedford by bus because he couldn't reapply for a driver license for another four months. That was inconvenient and added to his humiliation but he regarded it as an extension of well-deserved punishment. At least he'd escaped jail, the judge sentencing him to eighteen hour's community work and fining him $10,000. According to the best legal advice available it was unlikely his legal practicing certificate would be withdrawn because he'd escaped jail, no one else had been injured and a drunken escapade like that could happen to anyone, even a Judge or District Attorney.

As the bus rolled out of town Andre viewed the replica replacement statute, mindful of the letters in the city's morning newspaper running twelve to one stating the replacement was a pathetic piece of restitution. 

More guilt had flowed through Andre when reading those letters, knowing his reputation was in tatters and there would be townspeople who'd now always disrespect him. He knew he ought to be saying in his mind to such people 'Get fucked' but when you're down you're down. Yes leaving town for a while to distance him from the incident was the way to go to get his mind back into shape and then reclaim his legal heritage. The guy who'd fired him was his father and Andre's great-grandfather had founded the law firm.

Andre had called ahead and his widowed maternal father Richard (Dick) Fenton was waiting at the bus station. They shook hands and smacked each other on the shoulder.

"Shall we get a beer," Dick asked soberly and then grinned at the horrified look on Andre's face. 

Only then did Andre get the 'joke' and smile weakly: Dick had given up drinking five years ago during a pancreas cancer scare.

The 57-year-old with a good stack of graying hair looked at the 33-year-old and said, "Alice won't talk to me about it, just saying she'd divorcing you and that's that."

"Yeah, proceedings are underway. The house and my car have been sold and there was enough money in the split for me to buy a good apartment. Thank god there were no kids to traumatize."

"Where is she now?"

"I don't know. We aren't communicating."

Dick handed Andre the keys to the three-year-old F150 pick-up but when Andre didn't raise his hand for them Dick said, "Oh crap, sorry. I'd forgotten. But you'll be able to drive it off-road on the ranch."

"I'm still hurting Dick. My parents are having difficulty speaking to me and people I know and meet on the streets turn and look the other way."

"Yeah I can guess but normality will return for most of them. That's what time does."

They drove leisurely the thirty miles to Baden Valley, named after the original settler who at one time farmed all 272,000 acres of the valley with a mix of cattle and sheep. It now supported thirty-three ranches of varying size, some only small life-style holdings for owners who worked in the city. 

Andre tugged an ear below his curly straw-colored hair, his pale blue eyes looking directly at Dick: "I appreciate you allowing me to come and stay for a few days."

"Son you need to stay for weeks, not days and I insist. We will be comfortable because I have taken up with the plump Italian woman who's run away from her abusive husband. She cooks like a dream."

"And is okay in bed?"

Dick grinned and asked, "What's fucking?"

"I'm pleased for you Dick. Put me out in the barn."

"No the guest room is for your. One of Maria's daughters knows she's hiding out here and visits about once a fortnight. You might get lucky with her."

"Dick I really don't think..."

Dick slowed the vehicle and said, "Now look here Andre. You have paid the price for your misadventure and even in your despair you must know it was an offence on the lower end of the scale. You are here to get back your confidence and the way from here is only in one direction, upwards."

Andre grinned and punched a bony shoulder. "I hear what you say pal."

The hugely smiling Maria ran out to meet them, her tits swaying. 

"God she's only in her forties you dirty man," Andre whispered and Dick glowered with pleasure at that remark.

"Oh my boy, my poor boy," Maria said, slamming into Andre and plastering his face with kisses.

Dick said dryly, "Andre this is Maria Barolini who isn't house trained yet."

"Oh you have such a lovely body," Maria said, drawing back. "But my cooking needs to fatten it up a bit."

"Hi Maria," Andre said, sounding a little shy because he was still rather taken back. God she was so sexy; he hadn't realized women in their mid-forties could be so, er, appealing. But the big discovery was accepting this was exactly the perfect environment for his mental rehabilitation. If this trend continued he'd be in for a perfect summer. Maria had almost an aura about her: she oozed sex, life, kindness and probably love and he knew with Maria around he'd be living surrounded by a constant buzz.

Maria was now arm-in-arm with Dick. Eyeing Andre she practically licked her lips and said, "Oh boy, is my Lucinda going to admire you."

Andre raised an eyebrow at Dick who said, "Lucinda was the fortnightly visitor I was telling you about, Maria's daughter... Maria's married daughter with two small children."

Maria just smiled and Andre thought perhaps all was not lost yet in getting something going with this Lucinda. God if she were anything like her mother.... He shook his head and snapped out of it.

Andre was almost reduced to tears when Maria led him into the guestroom and pointing to two piles of clothes on the bed, one pile topped by a black Stetson, she said: Dick wants you to have a clean start so bought you these ranch clothes. He is such a very kind man."

Sniffing and looking away Andre said he thought Maria was the perfect match for his father. 

Maria said almost too quietly to be heard, "You are sure right about him being the perfect man for me."

Left alone Andre thought everything seemed so perfect. So was it too perfect?

He scowled.

LUCINDA

On his second day at the ranch Dick had left Andre tightening wires on a boundary fence and replacing broken or rotted stays between posts. 

Andre had grown up on a ranch until he shifted into the city with his parents when he was seventeen. Dick and his late wife had purchased the 28,000 acre ranch not long after Andre had begun dating Dick's daughter Alice nine years ago when they were in their final year at law school. Andre had spent his vacations over two years helping Dick re-fence some of the almost fifty miles of boundary fencing. That experience had bonded the two men.

Around midday Andre had his earplugs in and music up loud and hadn't hear a vehicle approach until he heard the horn toot. It was the F150 and he expected Dick to step out with some sandwiches and coffee. But lo, out stepped a slender woman looking straight out of a fashion magazine.

"Hi, I'm Lucinda Raymond."

Andre gaped, pulling out his earplugs.

She said dryly, "Mom hadn't told me you were mute."

Andre unthinkingly scratched his nuts wondering how a woman could have two kids and still look like this babe.

"Oh I'm sorry, you continue scratching while coping with the difficult decision of whether or not to say hi. Raise your free hand and wave instead if you wish."

Andre's face burnt as he jerked his hand away and blurted, "Oh god Lucinda, I'm sorry. I was thinking how the hell could you pump out two kids and still look like you do?"

She eyed him a little sternly and said, "Well they are space sixteen months apart and when pumped out as you say, babies are a lot smaller than kids. Are you sure you know anything about women and their reproductive capabilities and ability to mainly restore their pre-birth appearance if they work hard enough at it? I am not yet twenty-three."

"Er no."

"Well that's a talkative response but at least it sounds honest. I suspect you know something about women because you have a use for them but have little idea about motherhood."

"Um yes. That's about it."

"God you are sweaty. How am I supposed to kiss you?"

"Don't."

Lucinda looked at him speculatively. "Mom usually is right about these things. She told me you looked sexy and ought to be a good fuck."

"What!"

"Oh, got your interest and fired you up, have I?"

"Fencing is tedious work and I was in a dream listening to classical music and..."

"I can understand. Think of me as a big tease and think about the fact that I'm happily married with two children and so only would consider having sex with a stranger if he placed me under a spell?"

"Eh?"

"Oh god and there's my mother claiming you'd been a brilliant young attorney before you stained your character. Come over here. I won't bite. I have brought water and soap and a towel for you because Dick warned me you'd be sweaty and I haven't spent my time making you a delicious chicken salad to have you dripping sweat on to it and mom's best table napkins."

"Eh?"

"For goodness sake Andre, come down to earth. Wash your face and I'll kiss you and then you can pour the wine."

"I have banned myself from drinking."

"What were you drinking during your evening of wanton excess that has cost you your reputation, your job and your marriage?"

"Beers with bourbon chasers."

"Well thankfully this doesn't count, it's only light white wine."

"It's still alcohol."

"So? Think before you answer me my handsome man."

"I suppose I can have one glass."

"Good boy. Make sure I have three and then you might get lucky. My defenses crumble a bit when I get happy on alcohol."

"Eh?

"Oh fuck, this is a dead loss. I'm heading back to the homestead."

"No wait, your mom would kick my ass if you do that. God she's such a character. I'm half in love with her. But you... you are so gorgeous. Never in my wildest dreams could I imagine a woman of your magnificence being out here in this valley. I'm er blessed?"

"Ohmigod, how sweet. It talks. Well thank you handsome man; here clean up. For your information I already know quite a number of people in this valley because mom is the kind of woman that attracts visitors because she projects fully and people go away feeling they truly have been well entertained. She is a failed opera singer and so was trained to project."

"I think your mom is wonderful."

"And so do I," Lucinda said dryly. She picked up the towel and began padding the washed face with it and then kissed Andre unhurriedly and he thought he felt suppressed passion when her hands and lips touched him.

"Wash your hands while I spread out the rug and open the wine."

"Men open wine."

"Just do as you are told, thank you."

"Bitch."

"Oooh, my handsome man is feeling his oats."

Andre's response was confined to a huge smile and Lucinda giggled.

He watched Lucinda moving about and felt more than his oats rising. The adrenalin flow also made him feel bolder and clinking glasses before taking his first drink of alcohol in three months he said, "Would it be a good idea if you removed that lovely dress to avoid creasing it when sitting down here?"

"We're on a rug."

"But the ground beneath is uneven."

"I'm not wearing a bra; this dress has a shelf bra."

"I'm sure I don't know what you are talking about but know you'll eventually run out of excuses."

"If I remove it can you assure me you won't rush at me?"

"Yes."

"And you'll remove your shirt."

"You'll see sweat."

"It should be dry by now and a little fresh air around you will improve your appeal."

Andre removed his shirt in a flash.

"That was quick," she said, still unzipping.

He said nothing and watched and as he saw her cute and slightly drooping tits emerged make sure she saw him lick his lips.

"Are you twenty-two?"

"Almost twenty-three."

"You have a youthful and beautiful body. You are ten years my junior."

She said a little bashfully, "I love the look of your chest." 

He grinned and said, "Quickly down that wine and I'll pour another."

She giggled and the look she flashed at him said it all.

Andre sipped his wine and waited, content to wait patiently, thinking she'd seduce him when she was ready.

Lunch really was delicious and he said so. While eating he'd poured her second glasses of wine and re-corked the bottle. They chatted and she appeared pleased that he was interested in finding out about her mother. He then talked about his relationship with Dick.

"I spent a week living here with him after his wife died of a brain embolism. It was the period when he had yet to commence rising above his grief and initially I worried he was of a mind to drive over McGinty's Bluff.

"Ohmigod, how horrible."

"But then each day appeared almost like a new beginning. Calving had started and I got him involved in mothering and when I left he was reasonably happy about life again. But when I met him this time I thought I'd never seen him so well, so lively and so happy."

"And then you met the reason, mom?"

"Yes. May I tell you something?"

"Yes of course but you would have told me whatever had been my reply."

"Your father must not track your mother to this refuge."

"He's all but forgotten here. He's living with this part-Indian woman who is too tough for him to bash. I think he knows if he mistreats her she is likely to kill him when he's asleep."

"Jesus."

"No it's okay. I love it. He bashed us kids until we left home."

Half an hour later Andre sighed and said he'd better get back to work.

Lucinda didn't hesitate. She was sitting with her feet tucked under her half-slip, her weight spread down toward her ankles. She patted her thighs and said, "Come rest your head here. There's no need to hurry back to fencing work."

When Andre was comfortable Lucinda stroked his face and slowly bent over until she had a nipple directly over his mouth. The mouth opened and then closed around the nipple as it lowered a little more. She then twisted and unzipped him and giggling said "Jesus. Mom thought you'd be big."

The thought of two women discussing his cock made Andre's erection go rock-hard. Lucinda stroked it for a while after spitting into her palm. They adjusted their positions to allow Lucinda to lean over, albeit awkwardly, to take the erection into her mouth while Andre played with both breasts.

Later when they lay on their sides facing, Lucinda with a leg raised while Andre shafted her deliciously slowly, as she'd tell him later.

He asked, "Should I be wearing a condom?"

"No it's okay. No need to pull out when you climax."

And that's what he did and felt the ultimate in satisfaction.

As they rested Lucinda said that engagement with him had been very, very beautiful and he could have sex with her every time she visited, if he wished.

"No Lucinda, just this one occasion. You are married with children and I'm very conscious that I could become addicted to you."

She sighed and said that was the correct thing to do.

When they were ready to go again she produced a condom from her handbag. "I want you in my smaller hole."

Andre thought who was he to argue.

Dick arrived at 5:30 to collect Andre. He grinned and said, "Lucinda came back looking ever so happy. She had the look of a well fucked woman."

They laughed. 

Maria greeted Andre with open arms and hugged and kissed him. "Lucinda said she'd left you looking ever so happy. God you ought to have seen her: she appeared to be floating instead of walking."

Later when they were alone Maria said, "Lucinda left a message for you. She said you must meet Rosalind Bagley. She is Alex Bagley's daughter and is home for a visit from England. Although married with children she is here by herself and, as Lucinda says, will be feeling the break away from her usual source or sources of sexual activity."

ROSALIND

During the introductions Andre kissed both Rosalind and her mother, but only with the normal restrained type of greeting kiss and after that Rosalind left the room, politely excusing herself.

Initially Andre thought she'd gone to make coffee but when she didn't reappear said to Mrs Bagley, "Where will I find Rosalind?"

"In the barn attempting to get a heifer that a bull impregnated six months too early to accept her calf."

"Will she mind if I go and attempt to assist?"

"She's been very twitching these last few days. She may bite your head off. It could be connected with anxiety at the thought she has to hang out till Sunday before she begins her return home."

Andre found Rosalind outside the pen, doubled up and crying.

"Go away," she said. "The bitch caught me and butted me. I'm hurt and covered in cow shit."

"Let's get this overall off you... god that cow shit stinks."

"No, I'm wearing nothing underneath."

"If we get cold water on to where she butted you it will reduce bruising."

"Oh god."

"It's okay. I've seen dozens of women nude."

Rosalind said she bet he had. "No go away."

"Listen I grew up on a ranch. Allow me to treat you and I'll get that bitch taking to her calf. I promise."

"You grew up on a ranch?"

"Yes."

"That calf is only hours old. It might die if I can't get it to drink. Dad said to leave the runt to die."

"It needs the antibodies in its mother's colostrums-rich milk if it is to survive."

Rosalind unbuttoned her overall and stepped out of it. She hadn't been kidding. She wasn't even wearing panties.

Andre spun her in a half-turn only glancing at her big tips and thatch of black hair. The huge red welt couldn't be missed.

"You've taken quite a bang."

"But not the bang you are thinking," she sniffed.

He laughed and looked at the bucket of water with a cloth floating in it. "If this water and cloth clean?"

"Yes I brought it all from the house."

"Right hold on to my shoulder while I bath your hip and butt."

"You are the first guy to have seen me completely nude other than my husband since my marriage."

"That's a loss to mankind."

She giggled. "I thought I would be hugely embarrassed but actually you're okay. What do you do with these women you see nude?"

"Invariably we have sex."

"Ohmigod, that was my fault for asking."

Initially the water was cold on Rosalind's skin and she moaned but soon got used to it and the pain diminished.

"These nude women you have sex with. Do they all prove satisfactory?"

"Not always."

"Why not?"

"I chose to think they are not attuned to delivering a top performance."

"And you are?"

"Oh yes, I believe it's what women expect."

Holding the cloth on the reddened area as a compress, Andre began massaging her butt with his other hand, gradually working lower.

"What are you doing?"

"What do you think? If you object I'll stop. You have beautiful skin."

"Ohmigod."

"What?"

"Nothing, do what you must."

Andre withdrew his hand and Rosalind complained, "What are you doing? Keep on doing that."

Andre resumed and drew a finger over her anus.

"Oh mercy. That's so lovely."

He pulled that hand down and felt Rosalind's legs widen. He grinned and said, "Do you want to fuck?"

"Yes but be careful of my sore hip," she said, walking over to he workbench and placing her arms on it, stretched out her legs, widening them and raising her ass.

Andre dropped to his knees and sank his mouth between her legs on to her pussy, his tongue finding its way through the mass of hair.

"Oh I need this."

"Don't we all?"

She laughed.

Standing, he dropped his pants and briefs and fed his enlarged cock into her.

"Play with my breasts when you get started."


Andre's Perfect Summer



"A kiss first."

She turned and kissed him but her lips remained firmly closed.

Andre sighed thinking it would be liked fucking a clergyman's wife. But it got better. As the pounding increased tempo she reached around with a wet finger and pushed it into her anus.

He called "kiss" and this time when her turned she sucked his tongue into her mouth and their tongues interacted.

"Don't shoot your cum into me."

"Are you not protected?"

"Yes I am but it would make me feel even more unfaithful than I feel already."

Andre shot it over her back and he finished her off with his fingers and felt them being covered with a thicker discharge than pussy juice.

She turned and kissed him hungrily and pleaded, "Fuck me again."

He sat her on the bench and with her legs over his shoulders gave her a thoroughly fucking.

He helped her down and she was astonished her hip wasn't hurting.

He said, "Your pain is masked by the adrenalin we have generated."

He took a raincoat off a wall hook. Here wear this. Go back to the house and get into a hot bath. I'll attend to the bitch and her calf."

Half an hour later Mrs Bagley arrived with hot coffee and thanked Andre for what he'd done to help Rosalind. They looked at the heifer, now sandwiched between a gate taken off another pen and her four feet roped so she was unable to kick. The calf was asleep after having suckled.

"Why did you allow her head to remain free?"

"So she could turn and sniff the calf. I had rubbed wetness off the calf on to the mother's nose and now she knows the smell of her calf."

"You are very clever."

"I'll wait for an hour and then when the calf has had more milk I'll free the heifer and see what happens."

"Then stay the night; I'll tell Maria to go home. Um Dan won't like it but you are free to sleep in Rosalind's bedroom if she wants you in with her. There are two single beds in that room."

"Thanks. I'll sleep here if you would prefer it."

"Rosalind came in smelling of sex so I think she'd enjoy more of your company."

Andre placed a hand on her shoulder. "You are very kind and understanding Mrs Bagley."

"Am I? I'm in a conspiracy that makes me a naughty mother. Please call me Alex. You are a lovely man."

Dan came in late and was a little testy to find his daughter sitting on a stranger's knee.

After the introductions his daughter told her father how kind and helpful Andre had been and she'd been so pleased to have someone roughly her own age around."

"Why are you sitting on Andre's knee?"

"Strange as it may seem, it's more comfortable for my bruised butt than on the sofa."

"Well why didn't you sit on cushions?"

"Well I suppose it's because cushions can't cuddle me."

"You could have sat on your mother's knee," Dan said, glaring at Alex who was doing needlework.

"Mom has been jumping up and down getting your dinner ready. Go and see your stupid heifer and calf."

"Stupid bulls," Dan growled. Who wants a calf three months late?"

"The heifer wouldn't have enjoyed carrying it for another six months to the regular salving season," Andre quipped and received a very dark look.

Dan came back fifteen minutes later. "She's taken to the calf completely. It was down but she was licking it and she looked ready to charge me when I began opening the gate. From when I could make out the calf appears to have a full stomach. Well done boy. It's a bull so we'll keep him for breeding. He'll grow up without being aware he was born months too early."

During the meal Andre gave Dan some legal advice over a dispute with a neighbor who was excavating a pit near a waterway for dumping farm and household waste.

"Look why don't you stay the night Andre and in the morning we can take a look at what Jim is doing. Perhaps you can speak to him?"

"Yeah, I'd be happy to do that Dan."

"Make up a bed for him darling."

"Andre can sleep in the spare bed in my room daddy."

"I don't care where he sleeps. Would you like a Scotch whisky son?"

"Yeah why not. Do you have any problems with water rights?"

"Only in times of drought," said Dan. "Let me tell you..." 

"Mom's given me painkillers and this hotwater bottle to keep against my hip," Rosalind said, feeding a tit into Andre's mouth. "God I can't believe how you and dad have clicked virtually instantly as pals."

"I think he's been lonely not having Jim Franks to yarn with since they have been scrapping over his planned refuse dump. I'll soft-pedal with Jim and say your dad will help with his bigger digger to form the pit at the site where your father originally suggested, in Jim's old quarry."

"Are we going to talk all night or is there an alternative, er other than sleep?" Rosalind said.

At the airport on Sunday when Andre was with her parents to farewell Rosalind he heard Rosalind whisper to her mom, "Introduce him to Francesca Banks mom. She'll eat him whole but he'll do his best to survive."

Did such a woman exist?" Andre wondered.

FRANCESCA

Maria who couldn't hide her grin said at breakfast time to Andre, "Your hair is looking straggly. I have booked you in at Hair-do in Lusk at 10:00 this morning."

Andre felt his hair and thought it was okay. He grinned and said, "I'll be marooned here because you and Dick are heading off now for Bedford for the fat cattle sale. Lusk is in the opposite direction or have you forgotten?"

Maria smiled. "Now you go clean and tidy. I was talking to Alex earlier. She's going to Lusk to take her cat to the vet's so will wait for you and deliver you back. Lusk is only nine miles away.

Alex arrived at 9:30 and gave Andre and open-mouth kiss when he jumped in beside her. God what was sexing up these women in the valley: the water?

In the small town of Lusk Andre unloaded the cat moaning away in its whicker basket for Alex and he groaned, "I don't really need a hair cut."

"I don't think you do but never mind; you're booked in."

There were four 'stations' or 'chairs' or whatever the places where the ladies do their stuff are called and Andre could see only two were in use. Two hair-ladies were chewing gum and chatting. They stared at him. The 18-year-old sweeping the floor came over and said, "Are you Mr Vallier?"

"Yes."

"Chair one please."

"Which is chair one?"

"The chair with number one on the back of it. The next chair has two on it and..."

Andre slunk to Chair One. The two women who both looked as if they needed a good bath and a good fuck to get them up and running continued to ignore him. He drummed his fingers on the side of the chair and was just deciding to walk out when the feeling of long, cool fingers went through his hair and a strong female voice said, "And what do we have here?"

Andre looked at the mirror and saw behind him a woman of about forty with big tits and strawberry colored hair. He wondered should that have been strawberry colored hair and big tits. It was a matter of where the emphasis should be placed, wasn't it."

"Has the cat got your tongue?"

"No it's with Mrs Bagley over at the vet's."

His hair-lady giggled.

"No I was asking what do I do with this mess. It smells, has hay seed in it and needs washing."

"No thank you."

"Fine, thirty bucks please."

"What for?"

"For wasting my time but actually you are booked in for twenty minutes."

"Um, wash my hair please."

"There is nothing like a cooperate client."

"Macy wash Mr Vallier please and make it quick."

"Yes Mrs Andrews."

The young woman hosed his hair, shampooed it and her long fingers felt like she was scalping him, she hosed him gain, applied conditioning and this time she worked his hair, and then she hosed it and said her first and only words to him, "Back to Chair One please sir."

Mrs Andrews came out of her office and worked her hands through Andre's hair. She didn't appear to mind her nearest tit was digging into him. Andre felt himself becoming hard but didn't worry because she had a big cloth over him.

She said to the mirror, "Just a tidy up or proper styling?"

"How much is the difference."

"Fifty bucks."

"What you want eighty bucks for a fucking haircut?"

"Shhhh please sir. Macy is only eighteen and these two other clients are ladies. I confused you. I meant twenty extra bucks for the styling, making fifty altogether. Because you are so mean-fisted you have no need to tip me."

"The only tip I'd give you is...."

He stopped.

"What nice tip are you thinking about sir?"

"It does matter.:

"She purred, "Just think how easy it would be for me to cut into this thick artery on the side of your neck. The truth now. I'll bend closely so others can't hear you."

Shaking, Andre said, "I was thinking I wouldn't mind my tip up your pussy."

"Oh sir, you are my favorite customer of the year. No one else has been so nice to me."

Encouraged Andre whispered, "I'd like to get my head between your tits but I hear Macy call you Mrs Andrews. You are married."

"Divorce actually," Mrs Andrews said, beginning to snip, snip and all that snipping made Andre begin thinking about an accidental vasectomy. 

"Are you cold?" Mrs Andrews said. "You're shivering."

"No I'm fine," Andre said, placing both hands over this crotch.

She was cutting around an ear. "So you'd like to feel my bared breasts around your ears?"

"I ought not have said that. It's just... it's just..."

"Just what?"

He whispered, "I find you sexy."

As Andre walked to pay Mrs Andrews called, "Sweep Macy. I'll unload the client of his money."

Andre insisted she accept a tip.

"Not just now, later."

He asked when and said today, that she would call for him because he was unable to drive.

Andre wondered how the fuck did she know he didn't have a vehicle.

He accepted the woman's card as she said, "Six-thirty. I'll make you dinner."

Huh?

Walking to the SUV he looked at the card: Francesca Andrews, Proprietor, Lusk Hair Salon.

"Jesus! It's happening."

Alex who was waiting for him said, "Darling you hair looks lovely. Do you wish to go parking?"

"What?"

"Oh never mind. I can accept your mind is filled to overflowing about Francesca Andrews. Let's have early lunch before we head back, with a couple of wines to start us off."

Working on a fence line alone that afternoon, Andre felt he'd twice come close to ejaculating just thinking about Francesca Andrews.

Maria came out to return him to the house, still in her best clothes. "Dick drank too much at the bar after the sale."

"Maria, I really don't think..."

"Oh please lover boy. I'm a little too old for you. The exception of course is Francesca who is only just forty."

"Um she is cooking dinner for me tonight."

"Well obviously one of you is a fast worker. She likes it in the ass, so I'm told darling. I'll give you some condoms."

"What? Why would you need condoms?"

"Now don't be enquiring with a vulgar mind my darling young man."

That evening, before dinner, Andre got his ears between those big tits and then plunged his dick into the big fat pussy and found Francesca was good, very good in fact and had staying power but he was not incapacitated by her ability to work her pussy muscles. His wife had been very good at that and Maria's daughter Lucinda was in the running for the title of best dick-strangling cunt.

Francesca, almost asleep at the wheel, dumped Andre off at the road gate just before midnight and told him that she wasn't interested in being with him again because he wasn't prepared to live with her for a week or two.

Maria kissed Andre awake in the morning. Andre saw it was light but had no idea of the time. Maria handed his coffee, kissed him again and said not to be too long because Dick would be in soon for his lunch.

Oh fuck. Francesca had really sucked the vitality from him. She was surprisingly deceptive. Andre checked his watch and confirmed it was 12:48.

He didn't go near another woman for two weeks and none came near him. On the fifteenth day after his evening with Francesca he'd spent the whole day with Dick out at the back of the ranch, completing almost fifteen hours fencing. He arrived back very weary and his face fell to his boots when Maria said Lucinda has spent all day with her and had been sorry to miss the two men.

Maria looked curiously at Andre. The depth of his disappointment appeared to have surprised her.

Maria called Lucinda and reported her surprise finding and so every ten to fourteen days between her next visit Lucinda would called Andre the day before to ensure she could find him out in a pasture somewhere or if the weather was bad they would meet in the barn over near the back of the ranch.

MARDI

One Saturday when Dick and Maria were going to dinner with friends, Andre asked them to drop him off at Lusk on the way through and he'd eat at the café.

"You might find a lovely young women to share a meal with," Maria said, with her usual optimism.

"Yeah and pigs can fly."

"Oh my handsome man. You'll never find the woman of your dreams if you think like that.

"Francesca is happily married," Andre said, and Maria hurried from the room dabbing at her eyes.

Andre fumed. "Christ why couldn't I have met Francesca before she met her husband-to-be. Then I might have been in with a chance."

He sulked for half and hour and Maria came and asked if he could fix a spayed link on a necklace for her. Andre went off to find a pair of pliers and when he handed back the necklace Maria kissed him sweetly and said, "Try harder to find an unmarried women darling; there are a number of very attractive ones in this valley. Seek and you shall find."

"Okay," he said, slapping her ass and she squealed in that sexy way that only older women seem to pull off so perfectly.

The café manager in Lusk shook his head and said, "I'm sorry sir but this is Saturday night and we are full."

"What about that table over there where that woman is eating alone?"

"That's Miss Laurent and she regularly eats alone."

"What does that mean?"

The manager sighed and said it meant she didn't arrive with company and didn't seek company.

"Do you mind if I ask her to permit me to share her table?"

"No by all means go ahead. In future it would pay you to book because being the only restaurant in Lusk we are usually full Thursday through to Saturday nights."

"Miss Laurent?"

"Yes," the pretty young woman said, dabbing her lips with her napkin.

"I haven't booked, the restaurant is full and I'm nine miles from home without a vehicle. Under these compelling circumstances would you permit me to share your table?"

"The circumstances are not compelling; you should have booked well ahead. Eat somewhere else."

"I'll pay for your meal."

"No thank you."

Andre had nothing compelling to offer, so he said in frustration, "I make interesting conversation."

Annoyance flicked over her face so Andre said, "I'm also of French ancestry Miss Laurent."

An eyebrow rose and she said, "Would you please join me Mr..."

"Andre Vallier. Please call me Andre."

"Ah, do you speak French?"

"Inadequately. And you?

"Yes. I used to teach it at high school but now I teach music at middle school."

She poured red wine for Andre without asking and told him to call her Mardi.

"Thank you. You sound very talented."

"I like to think so but it's for other people to say so," she smiled. "And you?"

"I'm a disgraced attorney."

Mardi raised an eyebrow and said well he had said he made interesting conversation. "Tell me about it Andre."

When they stood to leave Andre was surprised to find Mardi was his height or just slightly taller in her red high heels.

Mardi had invited him to coffee at her cottage and Andre had accepted, attempting to keep from appearing predatory.

As they walked down the street he asked, "Do you usually invite strangers to coffee late at night?"

"No but we have consumed two bottles of wine so the alcohol tends to make me more expansive and I have not finished with you because I have been enjoying your company so much.

"Yes and that's an expansive comment."

Mardi said firmly, "But please don't interpret that as a come on."

"As you wish."

"Pardon me. I don't understand."

"I guess I'm saying if you want sex you only have to ask."

"But that's exactly what I don't want."

Andre smiled and took her arm. She made no effort to pull away but looked annoyed. 

"Then we have explicit understanding, don't we?" he said. "I find it amazing how two people who live together still stumble on miscommunication."

Mardi, relaxed again, cocked her head and said, "That's often the case of them not expressing as much as they were thinking I suppose?"

"That's part of it and you could add deafness, lack of concentration and even not wanting to hear what they are hearing." 

She giggled, "God your mind sounds about as complex as mine."

"Okay then can you cope with this Mardi. What is your attitude about sex, I mean you and sex?"

"That is being very personal."

"Yes I guess it is. But consider it as if we were discussing music."

"You mean abstractly?"

"Yes, that's the one. I don't regard this conversation as an overture to having sex."

"You're funny," she laughed.

By the time she'd talked about her hang-ups and bad experiences they had arrived at her cottage.

She unlocked the door and held it open for Andre to enter in front of her.

He stopped and said, "Shall we kiss?"

She looked uncertain.

"It's not the same as having sex."

She kissed Andre, catching him by surprise.

"You call that a kiss?"

"Yes."

He grinned and took hold of her gently and placed his lips against hers and applied pressure, keeping his lips moving slightly and constantly and taking his time about it. 

He pulled away.

"Ohmigod," she breathed.

"That will do for now," he said sternly, making her giggle.

He walked though the lounge, thinking the kitchen would be on the left when entering the next passage and it was.

She trailed him and said, "I think I like you."

"Don't get too carried away."

She giggled and he knew it was the wine talking.

Later she yawned and he knew it was time to go.

"I must go."

"I'll take you home."

"No you go to bed and I'll walk some of my food off."

"Nine miles after you have drunk a bottle of wine. No way."

He looked at her. "What say I stay the night?"

"Okay. This will be a first for me. For some reason you have lowered my defenses with ease."

Andre sensed she didn't want to fuck him although he appeared to have become somewhat relaxed about not doing it. So he didn't push it but he knew what to do.

Mardi took him to the guest room and then showed him the bathroom. The cottage had only one bathroom. When he came out he poked his head around her bedroom door and said, "I've finished thanks."

"Have you got everything you want?"

That was the opportunity to put his plan into effect.

"May I undress you?"

"Ohmigod."

"Don't be frightened. It's an old custom of... er... the French."

She giggled.

"Is that a yes?"

She eyed him, green eyes bright and she pushed her auburn fringe back into her hair.

Slowly she stood and turned with her back to him. He moved behind her and pulled down the side zip of her black linen dressed and leaned over and kissed under the side of her chin. She raised her neck sighing and he kissed into the cleft of her throat and she raised a hand and dug fingers into his curls.

He smiled, aware he'd gotten beyond first base.

Andre stepped back and Mardi raised her arms and he pulled her dress off and she watched him soundlessly as he folded it and left it on the bed. He pulled down the half-slip and she placed an arm on his shoulder as she stepped out of it. He knelt and pulled off her shoes and then carefully pulled down her black holdup stockings with pretty lace tops. After putting those on the bed, each one folded in two, Andre stood close to her, reached around and undid her bra, probably as quickly as she would.




Andre's Perfect Summer



He tossed the lacy black bra on to the bed and gently cupped both tits and said, "What sweet and beautiful breasts.

She looked down at him, wide-eyed, and watched the nipples firm.

Still she hadn't said a word.

Andre stood and kissed Mardi, placing his arms around her and pulling her into him by her butt cheeks, knowing she'd feel his erection.

"Goodnight," he smiled.

Flushed and now looking a little bewildered she said goodnight.

In bed Andre waited for her to come to him, knowing that was a 50-50 chance of happening. She didn't appear but he didn't mind. During the next couple of days she'd be thinking of him, wondering what his body was like and attempting to work out why he hadn't removed her panties and hadn't moved in to fuck her.

He awoke at 6:00 and in the kitchen drank two big glasses of water wrote down his cell phone number, and his name in case she'd forgotten it, and set off to walk home.

Andre was almost home when his phone went.

"Good morning."

"Hi dear one," he said happily.

He waited for her to recover.

"Where are you?"

"Within two hundred yards of where I'm staying with Dick Fenton."

"Oh then you'll know Maria?"

"I certainly do. She's a great lady."

"I'll see her within the hour. She and I attend the same church. She sings a solo each Sunday and I also get her to come to school to sing at parent and grandparent's days. Although she calls herself a failed opera singer she still sings miles better than anyone that I know of within twenty miles of here."

"When will I see you again?"

She said firmly, "You won't. You told me last night you were being divorced, remember?"

"Yes."

"That means you are still married"

"Oh."

"Yes oh. I'm just calling to thank you for making my evening so enjoyable last night. I liked everything about it. Everything. Bye."

"Bye."

Well he was wrong about Mardi. No fucks there. He had been hoping they'd hit it off because he needed more action than the occasional bouts he had with Francesca on her irregular visits. He wondered how he could make out with Mardi when he was stuck on the ranch unable to drive. He'd have to find someone else to fuck.

Maria?

"No, no way!" Andre shouted, angry at thinking about it. Dick had been so kind to him.

ABBEY

Feeling the itch strongly one afternoon, Andre wondered why it appeared the only women in the valley interested in fucking were married. 

An hour later the Slaughter family arrived for late afternoon tea and Maria and phoned to call in the men who were working less than a mile away. 

Andre, who'd met them a couple of times, had expected to find only Jed and Paula Slaughter but they had their 22-year-old Abbey with them. She was excited to find the young man was an attorney because she was at college and intended going on after graduation to law school.

She was fascinated by what Andre told her and said he was so superior to her advisers at high school and the older attorneys who'd come to the school to deliver career advice to students.

Paula noticed her daughter's intense excitement and must have realized that was not confined to discussing law.

"Why don't you come over with us for dinner Andre to give Paula more time listening to your expertise? Jed will bring you back here late."

"Mom wouldn't it be more logical for me to stay the night here?"

Paula said yes and Maria made the invitation.

Jed said, "Abbey take a walk outside for a few minutes."

She looked at her father strangely and said okay without arguing.

When she was seen walking over to the orchard Jed said, "My daughter is not long out of her teens Andre. What are you, thirty-five?"

"Thirty-three. Jed this had nothing to do with me. Abbey just came out and suggested it and Paula agreed."

"Yes, I accept that," Jed drawled.

The room fell quiet until Andre said, "Are you thinking she wants me to have sex with her?"

"Yes, that's hitting the nail on the head."

"Is she a virgin?"

"I wouldn't know but would hope so."

Paula said quietly, "Well I can tell you this Jed. She's not, absolutely not."

He stroked his chin. "But not with older men, surely."

Paula said she didn't know and Maria said, "I know this is none of my business but what's your big fear Jed?"

"He might make her pregnant."

"Jed please be logical," said his wife. "Anyone of those guys I know she's been with because she has told me could have made her pregnant because she's been on the pill since she turned sixteen."

"On whose authority."

"Mine."

"Oh yeah, that's what mothers do, isn't it?"

"Yes." Paula and Maria said together. 

"What if he'd too big for Abbey," Jed said, not giving up.

Paula said brightly, "I'll talk to her before we leave. You know your daughter is a sensible young woman." 

"Young woman? She's not long out of diapers."

Andre said, "Give the girl a break. She is finding me good company, that's all. There has been no talk of sex between us and I've certainly not given her any encouragement but I have to admit she's attractive and if she pushed me I might be tempted. Are you aware the dissolution of my marriage has some time to go?"

"Christ no I didn't," Jed said.

"Yes you did. Abbey and I discussed it on the way here."

"I didn't know that was Andre you were talking about."

Andre stood. "Look she wants to stay tonight and that's fine. You talk to your daughter about the level of behavior you expect from her."

"What about you? I don't expect you to have sex with Abbey," Jed said.

"Well I hope he does if that's what Abbey wants," said her mother and Jed sighed and said, "Oh crap."

Dick said sagely, "Usually there are no winners when sex is debated."

"Guys, just forget it. Just take her home," Andre said. "It's been nice meeting you and if you visit again while I'm still here I suggest you come without Abbey. She can call me if she wants further discussion. I'm off to tale a quiet walk to the barn. I'll slip out the back."

Andre left with the room silence.

In the barn Andre heard the Jeep Liberty start up and leave and then a soft voice said behind him, "Oh what a beautiful photograph you'd make your handsome man ."

Andre spun round. "Oh hi. Aren't you meant to be heading home?"

"No why? Dad agreed I should stay."

"Do you drink wine?"

"Yes. What will you do to me when I'm drunk?" 

Andre smiled. "Let's go back and join Dick and Maria for a drink. Soon they will slope off to watch TV news. You and I can then talk." 

At 9:30 when Maria and Dick said goodnight, Abbey said, "Where do I sleep Maria?"

"You decide dear."

"Is sleeping with Andre okay."

"Of course.

* * *

"Strip for me," Andre said, rolling on to the bed full dressed.

"I might not be very good at it."

"You won't find me critical."

"I feel too far away from you."

Andre invited her to do at on the bed by his feet but to take care not to fall backwards.

She hummed and stripped for him and eventually a good pair of small tits came into view and then Andre became aware she had no hair below her neck.

"Your pussy looks great."

"I'm pleased you think so. I'm a little embarrassed."

"That's okay. What do you think I am?"

"Are you really? Well that's a relief."

"Unzip me Abbey"

"Okay but let's also get you pants and briefs off."

"I'll help. But let me suck a tit first. Oooh yummy. What's the oldest guy you have had sex with Abbey?"

"My math instructor. He's twenty-eight."

"H-how old were you?"

"Same age as now. It was only last month. He did three of us in the one session."

When Abbey had Andre's dick in her hand he asked, "Have you had bigger dicks than this in you?"

"No but I've had cock dildos bigger than that."

Andre sighed and pulled her down on to him. They kissed and kissed and it was so sweet and it came as a shock to find she already had some of him in her pussy.

"Abbey."

"It's okay, just relax."

They went at it slowly and tenderly for what must have been an hour before Andre finally climaxed. He was worried about leaving her behind but she smacked the pad of flesh above her pubic bone a couples of times and blurted into release.

"Ohmigod, that was good," she said. "Most guys get off way too soon."

Andre was left thinking he would learn some interesting things from Abbey.

Andre and Abbey were together at least three nights a week at either home from late May till mid June when Andre regained his driver license and was ready to return to his home city to restart his law career, providing he could get a position.

In the final week Abbey's mom got lucky one afternoon when she bent over the kitchen table, hitching up her skirt, and said, "Come on Andre, give me my farewell present." 

Abbey had taken afternoon tea out to her father where he was shifting cattle so there was time. 

Paula proved better than expected and Andre left her panting, pleading for more.

* * *

Returning to Northcote after an absence of not quite for months, Andre spent most of the next day thoroughly cleaning and airing his apartment. He then called Alec his father.

"Oh hi, welcome back."

"Thanks dad. What about drinks after you finish work?"

"If you wish to plead to come back here we better meet in my office."

"No it's fine, what about 6:00 at Leo's bar?"

"Okay, what say I arrive with your mother?"

"You decide dad. I believe she was madder than you about my misadventure."

"Misadventure, isn't that rather a light word for it?"

"I'm an attorney dad."

They laughed and by the tone of his dad's laugh Andre knew they had reconnected.

He went to the bar wearing a jacket and although not wearing a tie his brown shirt was done right up. He knew his dad would bring Angela who preferred her son to be dressed like a gentleman in a bar to distinguish himself from 'uncultivated persons'. His father of course would wear a tie and ask for the loud music to be turned down.

Andre arrived before his parents, wishing for maximum impact.

The bar was quite full and they looked around for him.

"Good evening mother, good evening father."

His parents turned and gawked at him and his mom stupidly said, "Andre?"

Well they'd not seen his tailored brown-checked jacket before. It was a little darker than his fawn trousers and dark brown loafer shoes.

"Yes, it's your Andre mother," he said, pulling out a chair at the table for her.

"Thank you darling," she said automatically, apparently forgetting the swine was anything but her darling three months ago.

Andre signaled to the bargirl who sent over a bottle of French champagne and three flutes.

"Oooh, champers," said Angela. "And what are we celebrating?"

"My return to the family firm," Andre said firmly, eyeing his father, the managing partner, who had trouble holding his son's stare.

"Alec, you hadn't told me you were readmitting our son to the firm following his disgrace."

"Well er..." Alec stopped, sighed and said, "He appears to have completed his time in the wilderness and it appears to have done him the world of good. He's tanned more than I can ever recall seeing him and he has muscled up."

"What's that dear," Angela asked, sounding like an old woman although she was only fifty-nine.

"He has built up his body, from hard work I'd say."

"Yes mother. I have been staying with Richard Fenton, my father, spending long hours most days repairing fences and tightening wires."

"What on a cattle farm."

"Yes Dick er Richard is a rancher."

"Well I must admit you look exceedingly handsome and prosperous."

Andre smiled and thanked his mother for her compliment. "I'm sorry I let you and dad down so stupidly mother."

"Thank you. Well that appears behind us now. What department will Andre be working in darling?"

Alec engrossed in watching a woman adjusting her stocking tops said, "Er family law."

That really surprised Andre who'd been thinking business law.

"Oh good choice," said Angela, a practicing attorney who also was chairman of the firm. "Our son's current divorce proceedings will be an edifying experience for him and help set his core values in handling marital break-ups."

Andre looked at his father who smiled and shrugged and Andre smiled back, thinking his father had spitefully shafted him. Family law indeed! Still if that was the only way to work back in then so be it.

THELMA

A stony silence greeted Andre as he arrived for Monday morning's meeting of the seven attorneys in the family law department and it wasn't difficult to see why. It wasn't about his bad boy image; it was because the department manager and six other troops were all female. God what was his father attempting to do to him: bury him?

"You're late."

"Your clock is fast."

The manager Joy Thom who'd been practicing law for thirty-three years, the year he was born, gritted her teeth. "We have our clock fast so we are never late."

"Joy believe me, I know how the female mind works, but putting a clock forward doesn't actually alter absolute time."

Joy said scathingly, "I didn't say it did."

"Then what's the gripe?"

"We cannot believe your father would dump you on us. You are a drunkard, a fornicator (Andre made a mental note of the three younger attorneys who'd reacted with interest at the mention of fornicator) and are not welcome."

"Fine, now that you've vented your spleen Joy could we get on with it?"

Joy grinned in triumph. "You'll know next to nothing about Family Law so to test your ability to apply law by the seat of your pants (Andre noted those three younger attorneys were now eyeing his ass) your first brief will be to take over the divorce of PJ Hamilton v. TM Hamilton."

Andre said: "It can't be versus because we observe no-fault divorce in this state."

"Ohmigod, our naughty boy attorney actually knows a wee bit about law. We are representing PJ."

"Ah the former football hero who is near penniless and married to rich babe big tits Thelma de Lacey."

Andre thought his social knowledge had resulted in the women staring at him in respect but Joy said, "Young man apologize for that horrible snide remark about breast development otherwise you are out of here."

"Was it the word 'big' that offended?"

"No, it was the foul way you referred to her using her anatomy as a point of reference."

"Oh dear, I apologize ladies. You all appear to be reasonably well..."

"Andre!"

"Oh sorry Joy. Where we were?"

* * *

After eight hours of tense and at times foul-mouthed exchanges between Pete Hamilton and his wife Thelma, with Pete represented by Andre and his wife represented by a team of three attorneys, agreement was reached.

Pete hugged Andre and said, "Man, you were brilliant. Our target set by your Joy Thom on Friday was $9.2 million and you got me $12.97."

"Yeah buddy but you have to admit you were worth that."

When Andre entered the office Joy came out of her cubicle and said, "Called for a recess to summons assistance have you?"

"Not at all. Pete and his wife settled."

"Oh god, you allowed him to crumble?"

"Well in the interests of settling I guess I went a bit easy on the other side."

"How much?"

"Almost thirteen million."

"You're dreaming. Andre I wish to know how much?"

Andre tossed her a copy of the signed agreement and Joy yelled, "Jesus."

"What?" called a couple of attorneys.

"Twelve point nine-seven million dollars."

Andre's phone went.

"Hi, Andre Vallier, family law. Is this my wife ready to abuse me again?"

"No you jackass French cunt. You cost me big money."

"Oh is that the sexy Thelma?"

"Yes and I want..."

"I find you very attractive Thelma. Can we meet at a bar."

"Can you do that?"

"Yes our negotiations have concluded and our firm is not representing you anyway."

Ten minutes later they met in a bar and ordered champagne cocktails.

"What is it about me that attracts you Andre?"

"Your brain."

"You lying shit. You're a guy. A guy would never say that seriously."

"Your tits."

"Ah I thought so. Tell me how they appeal to you Andre?"

An hour later Andre was unbundling Thelma's tits. He seriously regarded this as part of client recruitment although not expecting Thelma to switch law firms because her father headed that law firm that had represented her.

"Don't bite the nipples too hard. Pete has left them scarred."

A little bit later Thelma looked at what she had in her hand and said, "Gawd you are bigger than Pete. This is not going up my ass."

And later again. "Are you ready to go again Andre. Shove it up my butt this time."

Apparently Thelma suffered short-term memory loss. But it went fine.

Andre fucked Thelma at least twice a week until her dissolution of marriage was finalized. She then married her divorced stepbrother and Andre was left out in the cold without regular sex but a couple of weekends later his life took a turn for the good.

Dick called and said Maria's husband had been fatally stabbed in a street mugging.

"Oh I am so sorry."

"Well tell her yourself. Here she is."

"Hi darling. God I've missed you."

"What a nice thing to say to me Maria. Please accept me deepest sympathy..."

"Andre, get real. The jerk is dead and we are celebrating. Dick and I are getting married in two weeks. Here's Dick again."

"Hi Andre, we are only having a small wedding in Bedford. We are inviting your parents. Will you best my groomsman? Jed has agreed to be my best man."

"Dick congratulations for having your proposal accepted and I would be honored to act as groomsman."

"That's great Andre. Here's Maria."

"Congratulations for your new choice of husband Maria. I've experienced just how happy you'd made him."

"Thank you young flatterer. Thank you for joining the wedding party. Francesca is my choice of chief bridesmaid and your partner will be Mardi Laurent. Dick and I are being naughty here because I know she has missed you and I know what that means."

"What does it mean... we only met the once?"

"It means she misses you because her heart is with you. She has had dreadful problems finding a man coming even close to charming her and apparently you'd done it. She confessed to me she thought about you for days after you slept the night in her house and she said what you had told me that you didn't have sex."

"So you think we should?"

"Oh yes."

"And will you be telling her that?"

"No."

"Well why are you telling me this?"

"To start you thinking about the pretty and intelligent Miss Laurent who'll make some guy a fabulous wife."

"But she doesn't fuck," Andre said in despair.

"Want to bet?"

Andre drove his parents to the wedding on the Friday afternoon. During the journey his father said, "I'm transferring you to business law."

"Why?"

"Joy said she and some of the team want you out of there because they feel uncomfortable with you staring at their chests."

"Chests?"

"Breasts."

"Oh god," sighed Andre's mother.

"Joy suspects you've had sex with the three younger women because they refused to sign the petition."

"Oh god," sighed Angela.

Alec said he didn't believe the allegation because all the attorneys in family law were married.

"Oh god, nothing stops your son when he thinks pussy," Angela alleged.

The next ten miles passed in silence.

They booked into their rooms and as his parents went off Andre stayed to chat up the receptionist.

She said, "I don't know why you are chatting up me. A Miss Laurent has booked into your room. Well the bride-to-be made the booking."

"Do you mean Maria Barolini?"

"Mrs Barolini is the only bride-to-be booked into the hotel."

Andre raced to his room where he found Mardi doing her fingernails.

She rose and said hi, smiling shyly.

Andre beamed. "Hi. This is a great idea. Great to see you again. I missed you."




Andre's Perfect Summer



"You did."

"Yes, especially at nights with my hand on my dick."

Mardi turned scarlet.

Andre said soothingly, "Regard that as an endearment sweetheart rather than foul talk."

"Sweetheart?"

"You use names like that when you have sex with someone. Get your clothes off darling."

Mardi looked at the door. "I really don't think..."

"You wouldn't be lying to me would you Mardi? Mardi, this is not you being rushed. A woman needs to be fucked and you're a woman. Just move forward with me. Fucking is beautiful, something to be enjoyed, and you ought not be denying yourself."

"I have had some experience."

"Oh good. Are you okay sucking cock?"

"Yes I've done that."

Andre decided that was enough; he'd soon find out if she was into cunnilingus.

Mardi dropped her skirt and went running to him, forgetting about finishing her nails.

They soften their collision and kissed and she slipped her tongue into Andre's mouth and he knew it was going to be fine. One fuck and she'd be hanging out for more, all this weekend and she would visit him some weekends and eventually she'd pick up a teaching job in Northcote and they'd live happily ever after, or at least a version of that.

God she was tight, turning him red-faced and she was squealing a bit. He decided not to try to get it all in.

"Suck my nipples, suck my nipples. They are screaming for your to suck them."

Eh?

So he licked and sucked and when he nipped a nipple she performed successive shudders and the rest of his cock just slid in like a ferret diving down a burrow.

"Shouldn't you be wearing a condom," she whispered.

"No."

"I'm not protected. I-I rarely am in this position with men."

"How old are you?"

"I'll be thirty in two months."

"Good, a perfect age to have a baby."

"Oh I didn't know that."

Andre didn't not that either but it seemed the right thing to say. He could feel her juices leaking on to his right thigh so knew it was certainly the right time to bang her.

"Mardi?"

"Yes, I'm here, obviously."

"If I make you pregnant will you marry me?"

"I think so. Give me a little time to get to know you, to be sure about you."

"That's fine. It could take a year, even longer, before you become pregnant or perhaps you'll become pregnant this weekend."

"Does it matter?"

"I don't believe so. Okay baby, get your ass moving and let's rock."

"Rock...oh goodness... oh god, this feels incredibly good. You certainly know how to fiddle a woman in the right spots."

"Yeah baby but I... um... could do with more practice."

* * *

Angela was chatting with Alec and Dick in the bar. Actually she was talking to Dick because her husband was looking around to see any women adjusting their stocking tops. Angela gasped, seeing her son walk in with a very beautiful woman who was his height and clutching his arm possessively. Ohmigod, she thought, Andre had struck the jackpot.

Dick said to her, "Here comes Andre and schoolteacher Mardi Laurent.

"She has a French name like us but I would have thought a schoolteacher wouldn't have been sluttish enough for Andre.

"Yeah right but Angela Mardi actually likes your son and did so without having sex with him."

"How on earth would you know that?"

"Mardi and Maria know one another and sit beside each other in church."

Angela gaped. "My son consorts with a woman who goes to church?"

Dick smiled, "Yes."

"Ohmigod. You're not going to tell me she's intelligent to boot?"

"I wouldn't know about that but she has degrees in education, music and languages... she is fluent in French, Italian, Spanish and English of course. Mardi has taught French at high school and now teaches music at middle school and plays the piano and violin and sings rather well. She will be the pianist when Maria sings at the wedding breakfast tomorrow."

"Ohmigod. How can we make Andre focus on this Mardi?"

"We don't have to do anything. It's already happening."

Maria arrived late with Francisca and husband and Dick introduced the three of them to Alec and Angela. The introductions were repeated when Andre and Mardi joined the group, Francisca and Andre greeting as if they scarcely knew one another.

The wedding celebrated with eighty-three guests went well and at the wedding breakfast when the MC invited Maria to sing he asked what would she sing.

"My signature song," said the bride who was married in a light gray silk suit.

As soon as Mardi began playing most recognized the tune, 'Ave Maria'.

Alec, Angela and Andre were blown away be Maria's beautiful voice.

Dancing and some items followed and Andre, his conscience troubling him, he took Mardi to a quiet corner in the hotel main lounge.

"What is it?" she asked anxiously.

"I've had many women."

"So?" she said looking relieved and giggled, "Is this a confession?"

"More or less, no definitely more."

Mardi lost her smile and sat tense, ready to listen.

"I have been loose with women, including married women."

He waited so Mardi said, "I had guessed that."

"You had?"

"I know you are an attorney but when you were buttering me up in the café when we first met I recognized the professionalism of a serial seducer."

"You did?"

"Yes and confirmed later that night when you undressed me and left me hanging. I figured that was designed to make me react to you in your favor. I resisted and decided to have nothing to do with you and during my restless night I decided I was being silly and should take my chance with you. At first light I went to your room and found you'd gone. I fell to the floor screaming and crying in dismay."

"There, don't you see how I've exploited you? I'm no good for you."

"I don't see it like that. I do nothing without thinking and I allowed you to have sex with me because we both wanted that to happen. You are by your admission predatory Andre but that's not a crime under most circumstances. You probably may even be responsible for giving some deprived women the good sex they long for. Have you ever thought of that?"

"No," said the seasoned attorney and seasoned seducer looking quite bewildered and then guessed perhaps only a woman could have thought that a predator could bring advantages.

"Andre, if you have other women while associated with me just don't let me find out, okay?"

"I hear you," he said, thinking that was a neutral and therefore safe reply. "Er a drink?"

"A juice please."

Andre returned with a mango and orange juice and a beer.

Mardi greeted him with a big smile. "I had thought you brought me in here to tell me you were finished with me."

"I did and to tell you I was no good for you."

"But you will allow me to be the judge of that?"

"Yes."

Mardi looked deeply at Andre. "How long is it before you will be free to marry?

"Inside ninety days."

"Will you marry me then?"

"If you would like that but let's not rush into it. We could live together in the meantime but have a small problem. It is not practical for me to practice law in Lusk."

"I agree so am willing to apply for a teaching job in Northcote City. Your mother has already told me I'd like living there."

"How would she know?"

"She doesn't. She just wants me living with you or near you to allow the inevitable to happen."

Andre smiled. "Well let's set the ball rolling. Why don't you come to Northcote next weekend and inspect my apartment and have a good look around. You are invited to sleep with me."

"Oooh, yes. Meanwhile I'll contact all suitable schools asking about possible placement as a teacher of music. Such specialists are in short supply in some areas."

"Excellent," Andre said, thinking it was indeed a perfect summer for him."So we are committing?"

"Yes, Come on, let's go back and enjoy the wedding. Ours might be the next one we attend."

THE END