Author's note: Thanks for reading, and for voting. Please note, I'm trying my hand at actually developing these wonderful characters. The stories I enjoy reading are more than just a recounting of sexual escapades. In the words of Lee Child (author of the Jack Reacher stories), "Characters are king."
Thursday
Andy awoke to the most exquisite of feelings. His morning wood was surrounded by warmth and wetness. He could feel Sara's nipples on his quads as she skillfully bobbed her head up and down on his manhood. She saw him open his eyes, and she smiled at him -- at least with her eyes -- her mouth was otherwise occupied.
"Good morning, Bellissima. I'm not sure why I warrant this kind of treatment, but I'll certainly take it," Andy said softly, before a groan escaped his lips.
Sara stopped her ministrations long enough to giggle, and gently place her hand over his mouth. Having somewhat silenced her man, she returned to the task at hand.
When Sara was satisfied he was close, she slid up his body and took his hardened cock in her hand. She swiped it a couple of times across her glistening quim and then moved her hips back. She took all of him in one deft move. This time, the groan escaped her mouth. Andy returned the favor.
Sara leaned forward and whispered in Andy's ear, "Baby, I love you so much. I want my man fully fucked and ready to face the day."
Andy turned his head to her and smiled, and then began to move underneath her, grabbing her luscious backside in both hands. He began thrusting up into her with short, explosive strokes.
"Oh, oh, oh," quietly escaped her lips as he took her. She responded to his increased exertions by flexing her Kegel muscles. Her fellatio ensured that he was primed and ready to go in short order.
"Give it to me, baby. Fill this pussy. Put a baby in me," she whispered wantonly.
Andy thrust his hips up in an explosive move, raising Sara off the bed entirely and then exploded into her. Feeling the warmth of his seed triggered her own orgasm.
Andy collapsed back into the bed, and the two lovers held one another. They were now ready to face whatever kind of bullshit this day would bring their way. They were good. In fact, they were golden. They both smiled, realizing that this was all either of them needed.
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The disciplinary hearings were set for 9, and 9:30 AM. They all went to breakfast, and were again amazed at the love and support shown to Kail and Grace, in particular. Sara giggled when they went to sit down, and whispered to Andy, "Kail and Grace told me this morning they both feel like new women! The sound just like Eden and I did when we went to lunch that first day."
After breakfast, they were to meet Jessica at the Commons to cover any last-minute details. The game plan had been set the day before: let the police report, and Lauren's testimony do the talking. Jessica would speak for them, and they should just relax and be mute. Jessica was waiting for them in the breezeway, looking amazing in a tailored suit. She had her brief bag, and was wearing her "don't mess with me" look. Alex was with here, also looking quite dapper in his navy-blue suit. She was also signing for the 4 dozen roses Andy had sent to the girls.
"OK, one of you needs to come and take these. My brother never sends me roses, so they can't be for me."
"You may want to look again, 'Sica," Andy grinned.
Andy and Kail took the roses. Andy hugged his sister, and gladly accepted her kiss on the cheek. Sara hugged her as well, and even Grace got in on the act.
Alex and Andy went to the men's bathroom so Andy could change. The girls talked with Jessica as they got dressed, as well. Andy whistled when he saw Sara. She was wearing a violet-colored summer dress. It was tasteful, but quite alluring. She was also wearing the pearls she'd sported when she'd blown Andy away in her little black dress. She came to him, kissed him, and showed him a note from his grandmother.
Sara dear,
These pearls belonged to my mother. As mistress of the Beacon Hill house, she passed them along to me. It fills me with great joy to now pass them to you, the future mistress of this home. You and Andrew will fill it with love, of that I am certain. I am equally certain you will wear them well and will, hopefully, have the honor of passing them on to your daughter.
Most affectionately yours,
Helen
"She's so amazing, Andy," exclaimed Sara.
"What's amazing is how you look," said Andy. "And you're right. Helen is one of a kind."
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Kail and Grace's hearing went off without a hitch, but it portended poorly for Andy's hearing. As Jessica feared, the VP of Diversity and Inclusion went on a rant about toxic masculinity, and applauded these brave daughters of feminism for coming to the rescue of their oppressed sister. The panel voted, not just to dismiss any violations of the student handbook, but to commend them for their bravery.
Andy's hearing went sideways in a hurry. After the police and EMT reports were read, the VP opened with the question, "Ze DeGroat -- I don't want to presume your gender."
"Mister is fine," said Andy flatly.
"Yes, I thought as much," she said haughtily. "How long have you been prone to violence?"
Jessica put her hand on his arm. "I'm sorry Dr. Gilbert, I don't see the relevance of your question."
"I don't care what you see, Mrs. Fedorov. Andrew needs to answer my question."
Jessica removed her hand, overlooked the obvious slight in the way the woman used her last name, and nodded to him.
"I'm not a violent person. I'm a well-trained one. There is a difference."
"Oh, there is? Please enlighten us," she smirked.
"Chase Patterson is a violent person, but not well-trained. Kail and Grace both have expertise in self-defense. They're trained, but not violent. They've trained, and trained well, so that they would not be victims. Training does not equal violence. In fact, generally training tends to ward off violence."
"So, you trained to attack those three themselves?" she asked.
"If I had followed my training, they would have been dead when they stepped into the entryway," responded Andy matter-of-factly. "I was trained to use deadly force when the occasion warrants."
His response, and the cool way in which he said it, momentarily took the air out of the room. Thankfully, Jessica recovered first.
"According to the police report, Andrew did not attack them. In fact, the opposite is true," stated Jessica.
"Merely a matter of perspective," dismissed Natalie Gilbert haughtily.
"No. Actually, it's a matter of public record," retorted Jessica.
"Mrs. Fedorov, those three ze's were unconscious when the police arrived. Who's to say Andy did not lie in wait for them, attack them, and then throw the rock through the door himself? Is that not possible?"
"So, now you're accusing him of lying to the police?" asked Jessica.
"Not in so many words. I'm just wondering what's possible here?" she shot back.
"Dr. Gilbert, what your conspiracy theory fails to take into consideration is why those young men were near President's Hall at 1 AM to begin with? If Andrew was going to lie in wait for them, why there? The Boathouse is the more logical choice. It also fails to take into consideration the fact of Blake Johnson's finger prints being found on the rock that went through the glass door. The police report is not merely perspectival fantasy, there are facts there," said Jessica.
Seeing she'd been stymied; she tried another tack.
"Mr. DeGroat, do you always walk about with a loaded handgun -- which I might add is not permitted here on our campus."
"Actually, Andrew has a signed and notarized form allowing him possession rights, if certain conditions are met," said the President.
"And who would be foolish enough to do such a thing?" she asked pompously.
"Our head of campus security, the provost and myself all signed the document," said the President. "And the head of security personally inspected to make sure the conditions were met."
"Why was I not informed of this?" she asked impatiently.
"Because you had no need to know," said the President. "You work for me, Natalie, you might want to remember that," he warned her.
Not heeding his warning, she went full-steam ahead, "Well, I forgot this was a good-old-boys club, fueled by privilege and toxicity. I'm sorry, but I do need to know, as the vice president for inclusion and diversity, that there's a murderer who has been given permission to wield a firearm. This is wanton endangerment of the entire student population!" she protested.