This chapter is essentially, all about Harry and Susan as their relationship develops to a new level and a new understanding. Lois and Carol return, briefly, and give Diane the chance to add two and two together.
"So who else went to Byron," asked Aunt Diane, "was it just you and Al with Garry and Emma?"
"No, there were two others, Lynn, who is Al's new girlfriend, plus Freddy, Al's sister."
"Odd name for a young woman,"
"Short for Alfreda; she reminded me of you."
"Why do you say that?"
"She's a lawyer, very smart, at first she reminded me of Lois May, Carol Johnson's partner, because she looks a bit like her, but when I got to know her, she seemed what I imagined you to be like as a young woman."
"In what way?"
"Very smart, determined, combative... more than she needs to be, used to getting her own way, but with one big difference."
"And what would that be?"
"Very hot tempered, particularly at first, but she mellowed after a while."
"Was she indeed," laughed his aunt, "you may be closer than you think, when I was younger I could be rather hot tempered myself."
"You're kidding! I find that hard to believe."
"It's true though, until I eventually worked it out that there were different ways of getting what I wanted, other than fighting for them.
Harry and his aunt continued to chat and it was well into the evening before he remembered that Susan had asked him to ring back. "Ah well I'll talk to her in the morning, I'll just check out my emails and have an early night."
Susan was thoroughly fed up, and was not really sure why, she had enjoyed her eight days at work, and particularly Boxing day with the Callaghans. But somehow her return to Hawksworth seemed anticlimactic, she had expected Harry to be back before her, but when she had rung, it was only to have Diane tell her he had extended his trip a little. He should be back by this morning surely, but having already left a message Susan didn't like to ring again. She finished her coffee and threw the newspaper down on the table in an uncharacteristic flash of annoyance.
And then the phone rang; "Harry where have you been?" all her irritation gone in a second, "I thought we would have to send out a search party."
Harry mumbled a response but Susan interjected, "If you're not doing anything, anything important that is, perhaps you could pop over this morning... just for a while."
Her meaning was unmistakeable.
"Right ok, umm, I'll be there in an hour...just got a couple of calls to make," Harry added unnecessarily, flattered by her obvious keenness.
He arrived a little ahead of time, and both he and Susan surprised themselves that they were so happy to be together again.
"I've missed you," admitted Susan, hugging Harry vigorously, "and you," she added, one hand seeking out his groin.
"We've missed you too," responded Harry squeezing her breast to add conviction to his assertion.
"Let's get to bed then," insisted Susan grabbing his hand.
"No, here by the pool will be better," countered Harry, "it's a warm morning and there are plenty of towels and cushions."
Susan was in no mood to argue which was the better venue and within a couple of minutes she was stretched out luxuriously with Harry's head firmly between her legs.
"Oh I had almost forgotten how good you are...oh yes... just like that, with your tongue." She sighed a deep satisfaction, all the irritation forgotten, all the frustration melted away.
Susan was deeply contented as the first hint of her climax began to rise within her, "Oh Harry, Harry," she mumbled incoherently, "so good, so so good. Then even the mumbling ceased, her breath drew shorter, then deeper; she bucked hard almost throwing Harry to one side, Her orgasm didn't grab her, it engulfed her, she cried out a throaty low pitched scream of uncontrolled pleasure, her thighs clamped tight around Harry gluing his mouth to her clitoris. Susan threshed about, throwing Harry every which way, but never letting go, until eventually she began to settle, quaking gradually, gently, until at last she stopped. Then as Susan released him she surprised both Harry and herself; she burst into tears, "Harry that was wonderful, you have no idea how much I've missed you, ever since I got home I've been thinking about this moment."
Harry was caught off balance slightly, firstly by the power of Susan's unleashed passion and also by her insistence that she had missed him so much; but most of all by his own realisation of how much she meant to him. "I love you Susan, I really do," he responded gravely.
Susan said nothing for a moment but pulled him towards her, "Inside me" she ordered, and Harry sank smoothly into her boiling pussy.
"Home," declared Susan, "now you really are home."
Harry started to move within her, very slowly, in, out, Susan liked it; it was a restful rhythm after her massive climax. "That's nice" she purred contentedly, "really nice" then after a few minutes she giggled, "I'm being a bit selfish would you like to cum now?"
Harry said nothing just propped himself up on his elbows for a moment and smiled his assent, "And," added Susan, "because you've been so lovely you can choose how we do it."
Harry again said nothing but thought for a few seconds then raised himself up on his hands, "how about, that is" he suggested hesitantly "would you like, would you fancy a..."
"And Maria, you will never guess what he said," Susan laughed and bit her lip.
Maria thought for a few seconds, it was now the afternoon of the same day and she had dropped in for a chat with her best friend, and to listen attentively to Susan's description of her morning. "I'll probably be wrong," Maria admitted "but I'll have a go, how about..." she watched her friend closely, "how about, Harry suggested ...a titty fuck?"
"How did you guess?" burst out Susan spilling her drink, "how on earth" she laughed?
Maria raised an eyebrow and grinned conspiratorially.
