Copyright 2003 by PAUL C.
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Rubies are Red. Part 26.
Jenny.
It felt lovely. Lying on my back with Paul thrusting his prick in and out of me. I loved the way his eyebrows furrowed as he was building to his climax. It was as if he had a weighty problem to consider. Then the smile that always broke out all over his face after he finished coming as if he were very pleased with himself.
I was usually very pleased with him.
He was a very sensitive lover. He knew exactly where to touch me. He was better at that than any of the others I had let do it. Not that there had been many others. My only other steady boyfriend had never really been very good at it. I'd had to show him where my clit was and what I wanted him to do to it. But then I was never really comfortable holding his prick when I used to bring him off behind the bus shed after we had been to the pictures.
I wondered what Peter was doing now? I knew he was married and to a girl in the year below us at school.
I opened my eyes and looked at the clock on Paul's bedside table. The alarm would be going off in five minutes. My throat felt dry. Too much wine the night before.
I lay on my back and raised my knees beneath the bedclothes as if I was preparing myself to be mounted by Paul. I felt my fanny lips opening and reached down with one hand to assist them. One finger found its way between them and I closed my eyes. It did feel nice.
Ron's face appeared above me as he had looked the previous day as he had me as I lay in the same spot. I could still feel him inside me. He wasn't that he was much longer than Paul's but it was certainly thicker.
I reached down with my other hand and held my fanny lips wide open as I slid a second finger inside my hole. I would probably need a third to imitate Ron's prick. I didn't feel like doing that this morning. It was nice like this.
Should I ask Ron if he wants to have me up my bum? I wondered if it would shock him. I didn't think it likely he had ever had it that way before, not judging by the way I'd had to show him where my anus was and how to rub it.
The alarm clock started ringing so I released my fanny lips and reached out to switch it off.
I should really get up. But it was warm in bed and my fanny was lonely.
I wondered what Paul was doing. I did hope he was all right even though the American Embassy had been in touch with a message from the British Consul that Paul's grandfather had been released from custody and had been collected by Paul. Nobody seemed to know where they had all gone since.
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Paul.
I looked at my wristwatch. It was just after two o'clock in the morning. That would make it just after seven in England. Jenny would be getting up now.
Two Land Rovers drove past at speed followed a few minutes later by a small convoy of lorries. It sounded as if they had turned right at the junction. It must be the government re-positioning its troops under cover of darkness.
Another hour to go and I could wake Howie. I was really looking forward to some sleep.
The others had lit a fire by the time we returned carrying some tinned food, two bottles of wine and a saucepan full of water. I had only found one cup in the time we stayed in the house. It looked like part of a rather elegant tea service and the girls and my grandfather used it to drink the water. Howie's pen-knife had a cork screw and tin opener on it so we opened the wine and half the tins and passed them around using some broken pieces of wood as spoons and drinking from the necks of the wine bottles.
We had discussed our situation in depth for an hour or so. Grandfather's friend owned an old plane and he was certain that he would be willing to fly us out if he hadn't already gone himself. Grandfather informed me that it had been his and Roddrego's intention to charter the plane and fly up to the Ruby mine but events had over-taken them.
We were going to stay where we were until just before first light around six then make our way as quickly as possible to Grandfather's friend's place on the river. What would happen if he wasn't there we hadn't dwelt on.
The best anyone could come up with was to try to get to the rebel lines and tell them what good friends we were of Roddrego.
It wasn't much of a plan. But Grandfather had always said that the best plans were the simplest ones.
There was a movement in the room we were using down the corridor from where I stood. A curly head popped out and looked from left to right.
"Hello." Heather said in a low whisper. "I need the loo."
"Alright." I said. "I'll come with you."