“Hey, how about we take the game over to Em’s place?” Andrew gave the girls, two of them his cousins, his best uncertain smile as he pushed the cards toward them. “That way we won’t have to worry about keeping grandma and grandpa awake tonight.”
After a few exchanged glances and consenting nods from the three girls, the four of them were cleaning up their mess around and on the table. Emma, Em for short, took the glasses into the kitchen while her sister, Elli, retrieved a wet wash rag and wiped the table down. Mary threw their trash away then lifted the bags clear and tied them shut. Andrew was still sitting at the table when she gestured at him. “Help me with these.”
***
As they made the return trip into and across his grandparent’s backyard, Andrew dropped back a little. If Mary’s hair were a little longer, it would obscure the view he had, his eyes locked on her waist and traveling up and down the backs of her thighs. She was a slender girl, with a little bit of curve and a little bit of jiggle in all the right places. A grin touched his face. Walking forward, Andrew reached out and tickled her ribs on either side of her body.
“Hey...”
Mary’s voice was soft, and she around to face him and angled her back up against the tree near the corner of the house. Andrew drew close to her, close enough that her tits were barely brushing against his leather jacket. Leaning forward, he kissed her and felt her arms slowly slip up and around his neck. When they drew back, only barely and without breaking their embrace, the same word was on her mind and her lips. Finally....
They had met barely two months before when they were introduced to each other by Emma at a Godsmack concert. Emma had warned Mary about her cousin before, telling her all about a few of Andrew’s relationship horror stories. Those stories were the last thing on her mind, however, when she first looked into his caramel colored eyes. The physical chemistry between them had been almost overpowering. Mary liked her men tall and strong, and she had never really minded a few extra pounds around the middle. Andrew, though, apparently had no particular type. He just liked women.
The tree bark dug painfully, but not too painfully, into Mary’s shoulders as she arched her back and pushed her lower body forward, making it easy for Andrew to undo her shorts and push them down until they fell down around her ankles. She stepped out of them. She was not wearing panties, much to Andrew’s disappointment. He liked taking a woman through the various stages of her undress, from fully clothed to shirtless to bra and panties to topless to nude...
With her shirt pulled up over her tits, Mary reached for him and two sets of hands began fumbling with his belt. Unbidden, another memory came to her from the night they met. In spite of Emma’s disapproval, the two of them hit it off and had spent more time talking outside, away from the noise, than watching the band. Mary did not remember how the subject had come up, but Andrew told her about this story he was working on to post at literotica.com.
She laughed. “Bratwurst.”
“What?”
“Bratwurst. Put that word in there for me.”
