Finding Home

Thanks for voting, and for your comments -- even the disparaging ones. I'm humbled to know Andy and Sara have such passionate fans. Please know I thought long and hard about the last chapter. Future editions may look very different, but for now . . .

Tuesday

An hour after they had gone to sleep, Andy heard and felt Sara's bad dream. He held her gently, and then began kissing her hair when he heard her crying.

"I thought I was the only one with bad dreams," he said softly. "I'd love to hear it if you want to talk about it."

She nodded her head and turned to face him. "Andy it was horrible. It was a replay of what happened today, but my dad was there watching. No one else was there to stop us. We," she began to cry again, "we didn't stop."

He said nothing, but just held her and let her cry. When she paused, he lifted her head to his. "It was a dream. Nothing else. Look at the ring on your finger. Think about who's holding you right now. Think about those things, Sara. Don't focus on your fear -- focus on the good things."

She nodded.

"Now, since we're not going to sleep, why don't you put that Oxford back on and we can go to the balcony. I'll light the fire and we can just sit for a bit. How does that sound?" he asked kindly.

"Don't you need to sleep?" she asked.

"I need my beautiful fiancé to feel how much I love her, and to know that we will get past this. All of it," he said firmly. "Besides, Dr. Land gave me an excused absence for the morning," he grinned.

She nodded, and they got out of bed. When Andy opened the balcony door, he noticed that the temperature had dropped, and the moon was not to be seen. He stepped back inside, and grabbed two pairs of sweatpants. Sara slid on the oversized pair easily, and Andy grabbed his woobie to ward off the cold. They settled in on the chaise lounge, he spread the woobie over them, and she snuggled in against his chest.

"Better?" he asked.

"Mmm. Much better." She paused, "This is home Andy. Right here."

They sat in silence, and he hummed on old Springsteen song to her.

"That's nice, baby. What is it?"

"Your song for," he glanced at his watch, "tonight, actually. I may even play it in front of everyone if I can get the chords down this afternoon."

She nodded, and snuggled in tighter. After a bit, she asked, "Andy, do you really have to move out? Baby, I sleep so well next to you. Momma and I tried to snuggle up last night, but it's just not the same," she giggled.

"I've been thinking about that," he said. "Here's what I propose. You spend the night here on Friday, Saturday, and Tuesday nights. That way, we only have to survive two nights apart. If it's OK with the others, I'd even be willing to spend a night in the Commons."

"I think that's one of the things they're the angriest about. They love you, Andy. They love having you as a roommate," she said softly.

"Well, I love them, and they're easily the best roommates I've ever had."

"I get why you're moving out, but I don't like it."

"I don't either. But I want 50-60 years of sleeping next to you, Sara. However, we'll just wait and see. I'll talk to my shrink, and you can talk to yours. We need to hear what they have to say."

"What if they think we shouldn't get married?"

"Then we'll follow the Judge and Miss Helen's example," he said smiling.

"I don't think I know that story," she confessed.

"The son of a freighter captain from Bangor was not suitable marriage material for the eldest daughter of Lady Victoria, no matter how driven, talented, and handsome he was. Helen kindly told her mother it was not up to her. If she could marry for love, then her daughter had every intention of doing the same."

Sara giggled, "And just when I thought I could not love Miss Helen any more than I already do."

"Sara, if you'll have me, I will be your husband. All the shrinks and the counselors in the world be damned. The people who love us, and know us best, fought for us today. That tells me everything I need to know."

"Andy, no one has ever fought for me before -- not like this," she said softly.

"Bellissima, I will fight for you as long as there is breath in my body."

She kissed him. "I know. You make me feel so incredibly special."

"I'll have to take a back seat to my sisters and the Birds of Prey, but I'll be there in reserve," he joked.

"Don't forget Syd the Sloth and HayLo," she added. "Andy, Sydney was so mad at me she could not see straight."

"Hmm. I know that she and Cooper are serious," he paused. "We had a great talk about all that last night."

"She's sweet. I wondered what it would take to get her riled up. I'm sad that I found out."

"I'm not sure if she told you, but they actually spent two nights in our bed," he said chuckling.

"That was a good thing you did, my beautiful man," she said sighing. "She's a new woman."

"Love does tend to do that, doesn't it?"

"Baby, your love has changed my life," she said softly.

"Me too, Bellissima. Me too."

Andy reached over and stirred the fire.

"Are you feeling sleepy?" he asked.

"A bit. If you wanted to make love, I know I'd be up for more of that," she replied, smiling.

"I do -- but I had something special planned for you Friday night," he paused. "There's some massage oil in the bathroom. I'll tell you what; we'll lay a towel on the bed. I'll give you a good back massage. If you're awake when I'm done with your neck and back, you can roll over and I'll start on your front. We both know that once your fantastic breasts are in my hands, and I can see those lovely brown eyes of yours, the massage will get interrupted."

She giggled. "I thought you were an ass man."

"Well, I do adore your ass," he said. "But your eyes are my favorite. To be honest, there's not a single part of you that doesn't get me worked up."

"Andy, since you sing to me every day, would you like me to return the favor somehow? I was thinking maybe I could go down on you every day," she smiled.

He smiled at her and then thought for a moment. "Dance with me," he replied. "You know I'll never turn down head from my lovely bride, but I'm thinking 40-50 years down the road. Plus, when our kids get a certain age, we can embarrass the hell out of them by singing to each other and dancing around our kitchen," he chuckled.

She giggled. "Baby, I love that you can think of non-sexual ways to show me how much you love me."

"Well, I can think of plenty sexual ones as well," he countered.

She smiled at him. "Andy, you make me so hot -- there's no worries there." He saw her face cloud over.

"What's wrong my love?"

"Baby, if there's anything we're not doing in bed that you want to do, please tell me. I mean, if you wanted my ass, or to bring a third person in -- I want to keep my man happy," she said hesitantly. "I feel like I owe you that -- especially after today."

"Turn around please and look at me," he said softly. She did.

"Sara Gina DeGroat, you are the most stunningly beautiful woman I have ever seen. We had a conversation on our second night together, about 50 yards from this spot, about how incredibly irresistible I find you. Nothing has changed. If there are little games we want to play, then we can do that. But I don't need your ass, and I most definitely don't need a third person in our bed."

He paused, "Bellissima, please think of it this way, while I appreciate your willingness to try things with me, I don't think I could have another woman in our bed. The reason I say that is that I could never handle seeing you with another man. I'm a selfish, probably sexist, asshole when it comes to things like that. Because I could not handle seeing you with another man, it only seems fair that I not subject you to seeing me with another woman."

He smiled at her as he said all this. She giggled, and relaxed noticeably.

"Baby, I don't want another man, but what we did with Eden that first night was so hot. I can't get it out of my mind. I understand, though -- or at least I think I do."

"I will make a bet with you, however," Andy countered. "The winner of our putt-putt game tomorrow night will get to tie the loser up in our bed and do whatever they would like to them."

"What if I win and I want you to tie me up?" she asked throatily.

"Winner gets to choose," he said. "Do we have a bet?"

She kissed him, nodded, and gave him a mischievous look.

"Why do I get the feeling I'm not going to like what you're about to tell me?" he groaned.

"Well, let's just say that one -- or possibly both -- of your sisters love it in the ass," she said gleefully.

She saw the look on his face, and laughed out loud.

"OK, well, let's just say that because we owe them more than we could ever repay them after today, we'll have this conversation." He paused, "Sara, I don't want to hurt you. I've seen it, in person, what happens when anal sex goes wrong. There's no way I want to see that happen to you."

Sara kissed him, "Thank you, Andy."

"But since I'm guessing you and my sisters have already researched ways around this challenge -- if this is something you really want to try -- we can give it a go."

She hugged him and giggled. "Lots of lube and a condom," she said softly. "And baby, I do want you in my ass. I love teasing you with it, and I know you love my backside."

He groaned.

"So, tomorrow night after I beat your ass in putt-putt, you will tie me up. When you're done blowing my mind, you get my ass," she whispered in a voice so sexually charged Andy just about blew his wad right there and then.

"I think we need to go inside," said Andy.

"Why? I love it when you take me outdoors," she smiled.

"Shrinkage," he said flatly -- mimicking the line from Seinfeld. "It's a little too nippy out here."

She giggled. "Well, we can't have damn fine Andy not up to the task, can we?"

They went inside and Andy got some towels and the massage oil from the bathroom. Sara relit the candles, and grabbed a bottle of lube and some condoms out of her bag. She stripped off her sweats and the Oxford, and reluctantly slid off the thigh-high leggings. When Andy returned from the bathroom, she was pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

He paused and looked at her, smiling stupidly as he did so.

"Andy, I love it when you smile at me, but I need you over here, with your hands on me. On, not at, baby."

He walked to the bed, and moved a pillow halfway down. Covering the pillow with the smaller towel, he rolled the larger one up and made a circle.

"Alright, Bellissima, lie down on your stomach with your hips and ass on the pillow."

"Mmm. I like where this is going," she said in a sultry tone.

"Good. Now lift your head up a bit," he instructed before he put the rolled-up towel under her forehead and chin. "OK. Relax into the towel. Can you breathe?"

Sara nodded.

"Good. Now, please relax and give yourself to the massage. Don't worry about falling asleep, my love. And I do see what you got out of your bag. We will get to that tonight, I promise."

Andy moved to her feet, put the oil in his hands, and began coating her left foot in the oil.

"Baby, that feels amazing," she cooed. She moved her legs apart, and Andy could both see and smell her arousal. Andy smiled, and grabbed his phone. He set the timer for 5 minutes, and played the "Andy and Sara" playlist. Sara let out a long, deep sigh.

"That's it, my love. Relax. Let me do this for you," he said softly. "Focus on the music and my hands."

As he began to softly knead her left foot, Sara began to grind her hips into the pillow. Andy reached up and softly smacked her ass. "Miss Jones-Easley, you are trying my patience," he said chuckling.

Sara giggled. "I'm sorry baby, but that feels so damn good. It's like there's a direct line between my foot and my pussy," she paused. "And Andrew David, you've done this before, haven't you?"

"I have," he said matter-of-factly. "You may recall that I told you Praja was a stressed-out mess. I got good at this. Believe me when I tell you that you'll be glad you waited."

"I'll try -- but I have the serious hots for my man right now."

His timer went off, and he kissed her left foot before moving to the right. He reset the timer, and took up her right. The same process simultaneously got Sara more relaxed, and more worked up. She moaned softly, and he felt the stress melting from her body.

When the timer went off again, he put his knees on the bed. He spread the oil on her left calf, eliciting a loud moan from Sara. Andy leaned forward, and softly licked the fluid from the inside of her legs. "Dammmn," Sara groaned. Andy sat up, and smiled.

"You are not going to stop with one pass," said Sara testily.

"Keep fussing and you'll get tied up tonight," he said firmly. This elicited another giggle from her. Johnny Gill's "My, My, My," was playing, and Andy softly sang along. He smiled as he massaged her large calf muscles. Thinking about her legs brought a soft chuckle from him.

"Sara, do you remember when you said there would be no scrubs allowed at our house to pursue the lovely DeGroat girls?"

She giggled and nodded.

"Do you have any idea how big our kid's calves are going to be? Probably even the girls."

She giggled louder.

"That will be the first test, my love. If the boy has smaller calves than our young lady, he's out," he said laughing. He paused. "Damn lady, you are stunningly beautiful," he said appreciatively.

The timer went off, and he moved to the other calf. As he began, Sara spoke up. "Baby, you're killing me. It feels so relaxing, and yet I've never been so worked up in my whole life."

He leaned up until his face was next to her ear. "Sara Jones-Easley; in roughly 20 minutes you will have the most intense orgasm of your life. I know exactly what I'm doing to you. I need you to relax and trust me," he said softly.

She turned her head and kissed him. "I'm trying," she protested.

"Do, or do not. There is no try," said a smiling Andy. "Patience young Skywalker."

"Just make sure your lightsaber is ready to go," she said, giggling.

When Andy got to her hamstrings, he ran his hands up the inside of her legs, making sure to make solid contact with her swollen outer labia. She shivered with the pleasure of his touch. He repeated this over and over for the next 10 minutes, until Sara was literally squirming with desire. When the timer went off for her right hamstring, he grabbed a towel and wiped the oil off his hands. Sara continued to squirm, and she turned her head to look at him. Andy smiled, and leaned forward and licked her womanhood.

"Yessss! Baby! Finally!" Sara screamed.

Andy gave her pussy some much needed attention, before giving her puckered star his full attention. He licked across her asshole, and felt her shiver. When slipped his tongue into her tight hole, she raised her head and moaned loudly. He settled in, eating her ass while slipping two fingers into her sodden womanhood. She was moaning and bucking underneath him. Andy felt her body tense, and then begin to shudder. She was moaning and sobbing as she writhed beneath him.

Andy moved up to kiss her cheek, and then grabbed the lube and the condom. He put a generous dollop on her rosebud, and then coated the condom he'd skinned on his manhood. "I'm going to go slow. We stop whenever you say," he said firmly. Sara nodded her head. Her entire body was quivering in anticipation.

Andy positioned himself above her, and slowly pushed against her back door. Finally, the muscle gave, and his head slid into her.

"OH. MY. GOD. Baby!" she squealed.

Andy stopped, and gently kissed her back and neck. "Tell me to stop, and we're done."

"No. Don't stop. You're just so damn big," she whimpered.

Andy slowly worked his way into her. With each advance, she would shake and quiver, and he'd wait until her body calmed down before resuming his advance. Finally, she felt his balls against her pussy. "I'm all the way in you, Bellissima. Too much?"

She shook her head no. "Please go slow, baby. I want this. It feels good -- but really weird."

He withdrew an inch and then slowly pushed slowly forward. "Dammmn," she hissed. Andy went to work slowly, gently sliding his manhood out of her tight hole. She got used to him, and by the time Karen White's "Love the Way You Love Me" was on the speaker, he was stroking his length slowly in and out of her. Andy reached under her elevated hips, and began to vigorously rub her clit. Sara was now thrashing underneath him; the sounds coming out of her were but unintelligible declarations of pleasure. After a short time, she cried out even louder and her eyes rolled back in her head. Andy continued his assault, and Sara rolled through a long series of orgasms. Andy felt her gushing orgasm on his hand, and he stopped when her body went limp.

Slowly and carefully, he removed his manhood from her ass. Her fluids covered her nether regions in an almost obscene fashion. Andy walked to the bathroom, and removed the condom. He gargled some mouthwash, grabbed two bottles of water from the fridge, and slid back into bed. He gently pulled Sara's head to his chest, and waited for her to come to.

Andy had just about fallen asleep when he felt Sara stir. She looked at him with wide eyes, her upper chest splotchy and red from the multiple orgasms. He smiled at her astonished face.

"Hello my love. Good nap?"

She giggled, and then began laughing.

"Andy, I have no idea what you did to me -- but it was the most amazing thing ever. Baby, you just about killed me. It felt so good, like as in I couldn't breathe. My entire world went white, and then blue," she said smiling.

"So, you liked it?" he asked sarcastically.

She giggled, and then her expression grew dark.

"I'm sorry, my love. I should not have been a smart ass," he said kindly.

"No baby. It's just that -- well -- I feel selfish," she confessed. "Baby, you give me such good loving, and I don't think I return the favor. You always take care of me, and I don't feel like I ever take care of you," Sara admitted.

"Well, I just gave the woman of my dreams the most intense sexual pleasure of her life. You think I didn't enjoy that?" he asked grinning. "Sara, great sex is about giving your partner pleasure. I find my pleasure in yours."

"That's what I mean," she said quickly. "I don't give you the same kind of pleasure, I don't think. Andy, I crave the pleasure you give me. You totally blow my mind, but I don't crave giving that kind of pleasure to you."

He nodded, and kissed her forehead. "So, change that," he said softly. "I can assure you it would not take much effort on your part."

She smiled, and kissed him deeply. "Boy, if I can walk tomorrow, you will be the one getting tied up and torturously pleasured until you orgasm and pass out."

"Hmm. Big talk young lady," he smiled. "But I know about you girls from the block: all talk, no action."

"You will eat those words," she said giggling. She grinned wickedly at him. "I'll ask Jessica. She'll know exactly what I should do to you." He groaned in mock pain.

"Baby, I really need to use the bathroom and clean up a bit -- but I'm not sure I can make it by myself," Sara giggled.

"Say no more lady," said Andy, hopping up and gathering Sara in his arms. He carried her to the bathroom and carefully set her on the toilet. Andy ran some hot, soapy water in the sink, set out a couple of washcloths and stepped out.

"Holler when you need me," he said.

Andy got the towels off the bed, and restored the pillows. His tasks done, he stood by the bathroom door, and was surprised when Sara appeared at the door under her own power.

"Better?"

Sara kissed him softly. "The best. That was so amazing, baby."

He offered her his arm, and together they returned to bed.