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DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction based on the characters created in the 1991 movie “Proof”. I owe the existence of this work to the creative talents who created this movie. I hope I have remained close to their spirit and intent.
Charlotte squeezed past the short matronly woman who stood in the doorway answering the phone with an aggressive “Pronto?” She cast her eyes over the dingy restaurant. The lunchtime trade was more or less over now… one couple lingered over their espressos, and a middle aged woman read her paperback while she ate her ice cream, but otherwise the room was empty. “Good” thought Charlotte, “my feet are absolutely killing me.” She moved to the table nearest to her and began to clear it, gathering together the wine and water glasses and gripping them in one hand, her fingers dipping into the discarded remnants of the diners’ house red. She glanced at the table - no tip. Another fantastic day.
“Carlotta, telefono!” called the older woman, and raised her eyebrows in disapproval. Charlotte’s gloom deepened, only her Mother had that number, had insisted upon having a way to contact her. What had been a bad day was getting worse, another lecture from her Mum was all she needed. Charlotte stepped back through the doorway into the kitchen, taking the receiver from her employer and putting the glasses down on the side. “Hi Mummy, what’s up?” she chirped with brightness she didn’t feel.
“Charlotte - you sound tired…” her mother nagged in return, the maternal radar operating as effectively from the other side of the world as it did when she was only fifty miles away at college. Charlotte’s mother settled into her litany of concerns of her daughter’s well being, safety and career plans, and Charlotte drifted into her own role, giving the responses she knew were due. As she listened an arm reached past her to pick up the glasses she’d just put down. Charlotte looked at it, amused. She knew well that it belonged to Andy, the kitchen-porter, and she was pleased that he had ventured into her personal space. He was an extremely sexy boy, but that arm on it’s own made her smile… the white cloth he wore around his wrist, and the long sleeved shirt with a t-shirt on top, he really needed someone to get him dressed in the morning. She sensed that Andy had remained close by, and turned around to face him, hoisting herself up to sit on the work surface behind her.
“Its my Mum” Charlotte mouthed, rolling her eyes exaggeratedly, and was rewarded by an amused smile from Andy, who headed back to the sink. “He really has got the sweetest smile” Charlotte thought to herself as she watched him walk away. “In fact who am I trying to fool here? He’s just gorgeous, basically.”
Charlotte studied Andy, almost silhouetted as he stood in front of the grimy kitchen window, washing up the glasses. She had noticed Andy from the moment she’d started working there two weeks earlier. He was tall, dark and cheeky looking, with vivid green eyes. More than that though, he always seemed good humoured and happy, whenever Charlotte had spoken to him, which hadn’t been often, because he always dashed off after his shifts - to his girlfriend - Charlotte presumed. Still even if he was taken, it did no harm to dream. He always seemed a bit quiet around Charlotte, and she wondered what he’d do if she were simply to walk up to him right now and kiss him. Would he return the kiss? Would he kiss her deep and strong like Hando? Probably not. Listening to her Mum, Charlotte gazed at Andy, and imagined stroking his tanned neck, running her fingers through his short hair as they shared a kiss of heartbreaking tenderness. He would touch her face gently and, with his other hand, hold her close to him. Then he would wrap both arms around her and lift her onto the edge of the sink. He’d run his large hands down her legs and take off her shoes, kneeling to kiss her toes lightly, before standing once more to stroke her hair. Never taking his eyes from hers for a minute, Andy would gently unbutton her tight black cardigan, easing it from her shoulders, before running his hands down her arms and placing tiny butterfly kisses on her neck. He’d lightly brush his fingers over her blue silk bra, and Charlotte’s nipples would stand to attention immediately, while goose pimples covered her back and arms. Then Andy would lift her black pleated skirt, fold it back over to her waist and gently part her thighs. He would kneel on the floor. He would look up at her and smile.
Noleen, the other waitress entered the room and sighed dramatically. Charlotte looked away from Andy, guiltily. She covered the mouthpiece of the phone. “Sorry Noleen… I won’t be long… It’s my Mum”.
Noleen tossed her head in resignation and walked over to Andy, dumping her load of cups and saucers on the draining board. She leant across him and took a cigarette from his packet that lay on the shelf near his head. She lit the cigarette and blew smoke at Andy, who looked away, embarrassed. “For heaven’s sake” thought Charlotte, “if she flirts with him any more, she’ll be sticking her tongue down his throat.” And then she grinned, remembering that that was precisely what she’d been thinking of doing herself. The spectre of jealousy, however, was haunting Charlotte, and she decided to do something about it.
“Listen Mummy, I’ll have to call you back. I’ve got to work now, okay?” Charlotte said her goodbyes to her Mum, silently cursing the endless list of instructions she was being given. Finally she put the phone down.
“Really sorry about that Noleen, didn’t mean to leave you to it.” Charlotte said, endeavouring to break any spell that the other girl may have cast on Andy.
“Yeah well, I’m gonna get off now Char, coz I gotta be back in later” Noleen lent across the draining board towards Andy “Are you working tonight, Andy?” she simpered.
“No, worse luck.” Replied Andy with a shrug. “Coulda done with the money though!” he looked over his shoulder, catching Charlotte’s eye and grinning. That smile sent a shiver through Charlotte, and she felt the heat rising in her cheeks as she blushed furiously. Nonna, the restaurant owner bustled back into the kitchen.
“I have locked the door at the front. You two,” she said indicating Andy and Charlotte, “you finish clear up. Andy, you lock all the door, si?, Noleen, please not to smoke in the kitchen, and Carlotta, not to sit on the banco eh?” As Nonna bustled around the kitchen, and Noleen applied her glossy pout using the side of a pan as her mirror, Charlotte cleared the rest of the cutlery and crockery from the restaurant. Her mind was buzzing. Time alone with Andy. She would have a proper conversation with him this time, and find out what there was to know.
The staff of four called their good-natured goodbyes, and Charlotte moved around the dingy restaurant, clearing the tables, and stripping the cloths like an automaton. This job was okay, she supposed. The people she worked with were all more or less easy-going and friendly although she hadn’t really made any friends since she’d moved to Sydney a month earlier. The others at the hostel were also pretty pleasant, but for some reason, Charlotte didn’t feel like she belonged. She felt more “grown-up” still, she supposed, although somehow, since Melbourne, since Peter and Hando, she was proud of feeling that way, she was in control. She didn’t need them as her friends, all the feckless backpackers, or the people here in the restaurant. They had completely different lives. Noleen, she was only working here until she decided to settle down with one of her many boyfriends who she expected to support her in return for breeding and domestic duties. Tony, Nonna’s son, was so focused on empire building he had little time for his own wife and children, let alone making friends with itinerant British waitresses… only Andy remained a mystery. Charlotte couldn’t see why he didn’t do something with his life, why someone would be content to wash dishes and prepare vegetables in a third rate Italian restaurant, without having some kind of alternative agenda.
Charlotte lugged the bundle of linen into the tiny laundry room, and began to load it into the machine. She was joined a moment later by Andy, who stood in the doorway, smiling sheepishly. He needed bin bags, he always did at the end of the shift, taking out the rubbish was one of his jobs, but the bags were on the shelf above the washing machine, and there wasn’t really enough room for both of them in there. He took a step into the room, jogging Charlotte who dropped an armful of napkins all over the floor. “Oh for heaven’s sake Andy,” said Charlotte in mock anger, “now look what you’ve done!”
Andy began to gush apologies, bending to help Charlotte pick up the napkins “Shit! Sorry Char, I didn’t mean to…, I mean I didn’t want to...” He trailed off as he looked at her, caught her wicked grin and twinkling eyes. “Why you little…! I was actually really sorry about that!” He said, returning Charlotte’s grin.
Charlotte felt triumphant. Her mood was lifting. She was getting somewhere, getting to know this pretty boy. She decided to pursue the joke.
“Oh well, it’s all I’ve come to expect from you, kitchen boy!” She dead panned, challenging him to respond. He did.
“Ah yeah? Shit! What am I helping you for? Laundry is women’s work… don’t you forget it!”
“Oooooh! You sexist pig!” squealed Charlotte, giggling now, no longer dead pan, taking a napkin and chasing him out of the laundry and across the kitchen with it, hitting him pathetically across the head. Andy was laughing too now, in fact he was also giggling, Charlotte observed. A high-pitched peal of uncontrolled mirth, which morphed into a yelp as he slipped on some melted ice cream and landed slap on his arse. After they each took a breath of surprise, and worked out he hadn’t hurt himself, they both dissolved into even more giggles. Andy stood up, and when he did Charlotte noticed he’d got chocolate ice cream all over the seat of his black jeans. She pointed at him and laughed, tears beginning to stream down her face. “Ha! You look… you look like you’ve had an accident”
Andy twisted around to look at his trousers. “Oh do I now?” he replied, and as he turned back, he had in his hand a glob of Tiramisu, scraped from a plate of staff leftovers by the sink. He raised back his hand and threw it, and it landed with a squelch, right on Charlotte’s chest, and slid into her cleavage.
“Ohhh yuck Andy!” Charlotte giggled “I’ve got to go home on the bus like this.” “Yeah?” replied Andy, turning away, “Well best I wash it off then” he said, turning back and throwing a handful of dirty dishwater at her.
Charlotte shrieked “Oooh! You total bastard!” she yelled, and tried to get past him to the sink, worming her hands toward the murky water, half-heartedly splashing him whenever she managed to get close enough to it. In the meantime, Andy was wrestling her, holding onto her wrists, trying to body-check her out of the way while he filled up one of the water jugs draining on the side, and lifted it over her head. Charlotte looked up, and tried to knock it from his hands.
“You wouldn’t dare!” She said, breathless, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to control her breathing.
“Wouldn’t I? No you’re probably right” he said turning back to the sink “It wouldn’t be fair to get you completely wet, I’ll just tip this away…”
Charlotte knew his sneaky tricks this time, and as he spun back to throw the water at her, she reached out to deflect the jug. The water arched through the air, and then soaked them both to the skin.
As they stood there, bedraggled and grubby, stomachs aching from too much laughter, panting with the effort to giggle and breathe, they both knew they were about to reach a point of no return. No young, healthy couple ever had that kind of play fight without it being a pretty obvious flirting tool. It was so clichéd, Charlotte grinned to herself. “Isn’t this where you take me in your arms and kiss me?” she said, holding her breath to hear the answer.
Andy looked at her for reassurance, saw in her eyes that she meant it, and reached out for her. They both stepped in for the kiss. Lips met, tongues were introduced, tasting the soapy dishwater on each other. Andy broke this kiss again and again, kissed her with his eyes open for the short kisses, eyes closed when they settled in to longer ones. Bodies moved closer, hands began to roam. Almost instantaneously, both Andy and Charlotte recoiled as one found a handful of Tiramisu, the other found chocolate ice cream. The look on both their faces made the other laugh.
“That’s your fault you know!” Charlotte said, wiping her hand on his T-shirt.
“Oh is it?” he replied, amused. “I’d better sort it out then.”
Andy tried to undo the tiny buttons on her cardigan, but they were fiddly and he quickly gave up. “Flaming hell! How do you girls ever get out of the house in the morning?” he laughed, his eyes crinkling in a manner that made Charlotte melt. Andy was clearly keen to reach his goal now though, and he unceremoniously yanked the cardigan over Charlotte’s head, knocking her hair out of its clip so that it fell around her shoulders in disarray. His eyes locked on to her breasts, widening with pleasure, and he hurriedly started his assault on the fastening at the back of her bra, cursing good naturedly as he found himself frustrated once again. “Shit! I must be getting out of practise at all this lark” he grinned, and Charlotte, fearing damage to her best underwear, reached back and released the fastening with one hand “See! It’s easy.” She said, and he tore his eyes away from her breasts long enough to flash her a grin. Instantly he was back to his focus, though. He pulled the bra off Charlotte’s shoulders like a kid unwrapping presents on Christmas morning, and when his quarry was exposed, he looked well pleased with what Santa had brought him.
“Oooh yeah!” he said appreciatively mostly to himself “Those are great tits! Woo hoo! Look at them… big and round and bouncy” He took one in each hand and tested their weight excitedly, manipulating them as if they were modeling clay. He laughed to himself excitedly. Charlotte was bemused. She knew her breasts were impressive, but Andy looked like he was a kid in a sweetshop. “So I take it you approve” she said, gently reminding Andy that there was a person attached to the objects of his attraction.
“What? Oh yeah! Amazing…” he jiggled them happily, causing Charlotte to grimace with embarrassment. “Absolutely amazing.”
Andy dipped his head and took a long lick at the dessert between her boobs. He continued on, lapping and licking, sucking and nuzzling at her nipples till they stood proud and full.
The physical sensation here was doing all the right things, and she did fancy him, but Charlotte was a little detached, oppressively aware of the rather insalubrious surroundings. “Come on girl” she said to herself, “What’s wrong with you? He’s gorgeous - You’re single. Get on with it.” She reached around Andy’s waist, and pulled at his two tops, the long sleeved one tucked in to the waistband of his jeans. Andy worked out what she was trying to do “Oh yeah!” he mumbled to her breasts, wriggling himself to try and assist her efforts, breaking free with mouth and hands at the points where it became absolutely necessary, and when he was free of the garments and they were discarded on the floor with Charlotte’s top and bra, he returned his attention immediately to her bosom. It became obvious that she would have to take a bit of control here if she was going to get any attention anywhere else on her body. Charlotte bent her knees until her head was level with his and, running her fingers through his hair she gently coaxed his mouth to hers. Andy was content to be distracted, and began to kiss her with a combination of tenderness and passion. The long deep kisses broken once more by series of short sweet ones, this time all over her face. He kissed her chin, her nose, her eyes, her hair. Charlotte ran her hands over his back, momentarily amazed by his flawless skin. As he kissed her neck she cast her eyes over his body. He was absolutely perfect, a textbook example of manhood in its virile, youthful prime. “Hell, Charlotte” she thought to herself “you are one very lucky girl”. She snaked her hands into the waistband of his jeans, inside his stretchy pants, and over the contours of his arse. This man was perfect, beautiful, and Charlotte needed to see more. She withdrew her roaming hands and brought them in between their bodies, settling on his fly button, which she twisted open. “Ah yeah Char…” Andy murmured encouragement into her ear. She quickly unzipped his trousers, and then pushed them, and his pants over his slim hips, having first lifted the waistband of the pants over the obstacle of his upstanding cock. He was beautiful. An aroused David, with his trousers around his knees. Holding onto his beautiful arse with one hand, she began to stroke and pull at the length of his erection. Andy at last began to show initiative. Reaching down her back, he gathered up the length of her skirt in his hands, and then pushed them into her knickers. He stretched now, trying to access the burning centre of Charlotte’s sex, unwilling to try to access her from the front, for fear that one more arm between their bodies would deny their intoxicating proximity. Charlotte however was too short for him to reach. She tried standing on tiptoes, but couldn’t sustain that for long. Then she remembered her daydream. She hoisted herself up to perch on the edge of the sink, except that, unlike her dream, this was actually pretty uncomfortable, and there was dishwater seeping through her skirt and knickers to her skin. Andy however was very pleased by this new arrangement, and as Charlotte continued to caress his cock, he pulled at her knickers. Charlotte wriggled herself so that he could complete this manoeuvre, and finally there was no barrier to her sex. He brought his hand between her legs, and returned his lips to her face. “Ahh Char?” He murmured deeply, somehow not articulating his words clearly as if he were not completely sure he wanted to be saying them. “Is it alright if we… I mean do you want to…”
“Mmmm” Charlotte mumbled her consent, somehow too embarrassed to use real words.
A thought quickly entered her brain. “Andy” she whispered in his ear as he caressed her neck with his lips. “ummm… condoms?” The question hung heavy in the air for seconds that seemed longer than lifetimes. Charlotte wondered if she’d ruined it. She knew some men didn’t want to play that game, but her unscheduled extended stay in Australia meant that she had run out of birth control, and that was besides the safety issue. To her relief, Andy broke away and began to rummage in his jeans, emerging triumphant with a single condom wrapped in cellophane. He handed it to her, and Charlotte unwrapped it and tried to work out which way the thing unraveled. She was considerably distracted here by Andy who had returned his hand to her pussy, wriggling two of his fingers inside her. Charlotte was overtaken with her desire now, she hurriedly applied the condom to his cock, rolling and smoothing it down his impressive length. When it was in place she hooked her ankles around his back, and guided him towards her. He withdrew his hand from her, and used it to guide his erection to the very threshold of her sex. He looked up, holding her in a tender gaze with his pale green eyes. She held his focus, and he slammed into her.
The shock of his entering knocked the breath from Charlotte in a shout. He quickly settled in to a rapid rhythm, steadying himself with his hands on her waist. He rapidly increased the friction, rocking back and forth, powered by his knees and hips. It seemed as if he was desperate to do this as quickly as possible: he was ramming her with desperation and desire. Charlotte too wanted this quick frantic sex. It was not going to be orgasmic, but it was good, honest sex. It made her feel desired and somehow validated, made her realise that maybe she had been lonely since arriving in Sydney. The blessed pace of the sex, varying in rhythm, now long strokes, now short, always urgent, didn’t allow her to dwell on these negative feelings. Andy wanted her with a burning desire, that was clear and that was enough.
Andy began to moan into her ear, he was approaching his climax. “Oh Char… oh… oh yeah… oh yeah… oh Char… oh darlin’ yeah!” He slammed himself against her now, leaning back, his body tensing. Left behind, Charlotte regarded him tenderly. She stretched out her hand and stroked his face as he moaned his climax and gripped the edge of the sink to support his weight.
As he withdrew however, Charlotte felt suddenly and unexpectedly cold. Was this what it was all about? Her new-found independence? Unfulfilling sex-for-thrills with a bloke who was probably attached, just because there she was attracted to him and flattered that he felt the same. She slid down from her perch and began to gather up her clothes. Not wanting to meet his eyes, just to get away.
Andy watched her, confused. He didn’t know the rules here. Didn’t know how to play things so he took his lead from Charlotte, and dressed wordlessly.
They both went about the remaining closing duties in silence. Avoiding each other, they moved around the empty restaurant, cleaning, filling, readying the place for the evening’s business. Charlotte held her breath whenever he came near her, hoping that somehow he would read her mind and enclose her in an embrace. Andy wondered what he’d done wrong and if he would ever understand what went on in women’s heads.
Finally all was ready… the spring evening outside was gathering leaden rain-clouds and there was darkness in the restaurant as they left that matched the mood that had developed. As Charlotte stepped outside, it began to rain. She huddled into her denim jacket, silently cursing her bare legs, exposed to the weather. “Hey!” called Andy. “Hang on, I’ll give you a lift.”
“No, it’s alright.”
“Shit, don’t be so bloody stupid!” he replied, irritated now. “It’s raining, let me give you a lift.”
“Okay.” Charlotte realised she had been rude.
“Good. Wait there.” Andy locked the back door of the restaurant and ran around the front to post the keys back through the letterbox. He jogged back. Charlotte regarded him, looking like a little boy in his oversized parka. “Come on then,” he said, and he moved off down the alley, to a yard where an old but well cared for car stood waiting. Andy unlocked the passenger door and opened it for her. Charlotte was embarrassed by his manners, and climbed into the car sheepishly, realising that, whatever her black mood, she might not have been entirely fair to him.
Andy joined her in the car and slammed the door. “Right” he said, “are you going to tell me what I’ve done wrong, coz I thought we were having a good time, and now you aren’t even talking to me, and I don’t bloody understand what I did. I mean you did want us to… well, you know, and I really like you and if I did something wrong I want to know about it.”
“Oh.”
“Well, what happened?” he asked, lighting a cigarette and offering one to Charlotte which she refused with a wave.
“Oh, well I don’t know…” She looked at him, trying to check his mood, how much she needed to say. He was listening carefully, and she realised she wouldn’t get away with leaving it there. She pulled herself together a little and took a deep breath. “Okay, I suppose I just feel a bit suspicious of my own motives there. I don’t know you at all, you’re probably attached, and I suppose I think I’ve just been a bit lonely, but I know that’s not the way to make friends and…” Charlotte fell silent, tears beginning to well in her eyes.
“And…?” coaxed Andy
“And I just feel really stupid now” Charlotte said, forcing a laugh, but the laugh broke into sobs and she found herself staring at the rain on the windscreen through a curtain of her own tears. Andy stubbed out his cigarette, reached over and held her in his arms. The action was awkward, twisting past the handbrake and gear stick, but he didn’t know what else to do “Shit!” he thought to himself. “Why are women so complicated? Why is there always something going on in their heads that I only find out after I’m involved?” And he was involved with this girl. He’d watched her almost every day for the last two weeks. He’d been attracted by her exotic accent and her classy attitude to life. She had always seemed so sorted and in control and her indifference to him had been attractive, challenging. Now she was showing him a side he had not predicted. First she had had wild sex with him, dropping her guard and inviting him in, and now she had become small and vulnerable. “Shhh now,” he whispered into her hair.
She pulled away, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
“Sorry about that” she snuffled, compelling herself to smile, attempting to lighten the mood. She felt awful for burdening him like this. She saw him look at his watch and realised she must be keeping him. “She must be wondering where you are. Listen, I’m alright on the bus you know.”
“She?” responded Andy, “What she?” What makes you think I’ve got a girlfriend?” he was defensive now.
“Well you always seem in a hurry to get home at the end of your shifts. And now..” ventured Charlotte.
“No, no it’s not a girl. I wouldn’t have… I mean I would never… Shit Char! Did you think I was with someone? I’m not y’know. I have to get home to help my friend. He’s blind, y’know and he doesn’t really have anyone else.”
Andy was looking at her, his expression a picture of openness and wide-eyed sincerity, willing Charlotte to believe him. Charlotte was happy to listen. She felt even more stupid now, and if the subject could pass onto someone else, well so much the better. “Tell me about your friend.”
“Oh he’s great. He’s done so much for me. I met him a few months ago. He knows I’m trying to save money, and he lets me stay at his house, saves me the rent. And anyway, I sorta look after him. I cook when I’m there, and I clean the house for him, oh and, did I tell you he’s a photographer? Anyway, I describe his photographs to him coz, you know, he’s blind. Weird eh? He’s a brilliant bloke, a real laugh, been a real mate to me...” Andy continued, and Charlotte drank in his youthful enthusiasm as he discussed his friend. If she didn’t know better, she’d wonder if they weren’t more than just friends. She did know better though. She could feel the echoes of their sex inside her, and she squeezed her thighs together to intensify the feeling. “He’s really clever too, got loads of books and stuff. He’ll really like you…” Andy stopped himself “I mean, you might meet him one day.” He thought for a moment, it wasn’t a good idea to make too many assumptions about a relationship, not spoken out loud, and he wasn’t even sure that this was one. There was something else too. He couldn’t ever imagine Martin being happy that he’d met a girl. It would happen, of course it would, but he didn’t think Martin would be pleased. Best to change the subject. “How old are you Char?”
“Nineteen”
“Really? You seem much older” Charlotte’s face fell “No, I mean you look young, you just act old. Shit… not very flattering thing to say to a girl eh?” Andy grinned, sheepishly.
“Not very.” Agreed Charlotte. “How old are you, then?”
“Twenty six, nearly twenty seven.”
“You are joking me! You look about my age, if not younger.”
“Oh I know. Everyone always says that. Its only lately I’ve been getting served in the pub” he said, laughing. “My Mum reckons it’s coz I’ve never grown up, no responsibilities, y’know?”
Charlotte nodded, and then her eyes fell on the plastic dinosaur stuck to the dashboard, and the gorilla hanging from the rear view mirror. Yes this boy, or rather this man, was far from being a grown up. His eyes followed hers, realised what she was looking at. “I suppose she could be right!” He caught her eye and the two began to giggle again. In a moment they were holding each other once more, for kisses as nourishment and tearing at clothes. There was unfinished business here on both sides. Andy had begun to feel confused and rejected, Charlotte thought that maybe if she could have fulfilling sex, it would help her to decide what she did think. She was increasingly confused by life, and Andy was a big element in that right now.
Andy climbed across the car, positioning himself above her. He put a hand down the side of the seat and fumbled with the lever so the seat reclined with a thud. Charlotte opened her thighs to receive him there, guiding one of his hands inside her knickers while he supported his weight on the other elbow. Andy thrust two fingers inside her again, and Charlotte drove herself down against his hand, rubbing her clitoris against him as he worked inside her. He began to pick up on her gyrating rhythm, and rubbed his thumb against her, taking his lead from her as she writhed with increasing urgency. Charlotte gave herself totally to the sensation. She allowed herself to be pleasured and did not attempt to bring on the feelings of her lover. Selfishly she wallowed in her ecstasy. As her orgasm built within her, she hungered to have him inside her so that his cock would give her release from the unbearable sense of heightened arousal. “Andy. I need you, I need you inside me, please Andy, I need you now” she keened and begged him over and over like a mantra, not caring to notice his reaching over to fish out another condom from the driver’s side of the car, nor his one handed undoing of his jeans which he pushed down. Charlotte was only focused on his hand between her thighs, the fingers deep inside her. Andy withdrew his hand from her to put the condom on, and Charlotte whimpered in frustration. He tried to remove her knickers, but there was so little space in the passenger seat that he simply could not. Charlotte reached down and pulled the panties to one side. Andy, sensing her frustration, wasted no time, and entered her. His entry took Charlotte to another level of arousal, and as he began to thrust into her she had to bite down onto the shoulder of his jacket to keep from crying out in this semi-public place. Andy covered every accessible part of Charlotte with kisses. He was so happy to be giving her this pleasure, and to be allowed to take pleasure of his own. Charlotte had proved to be emotionally unpredictable, but he was more than attracted to her now. In a strange sort of way she made him want to take care of her, that despite her independence there were elements of her that were still a little girl. She gave him a feeling of responsibility that he wanted to embrace, a bit like Martin, but, as he laughed to himself as he renewed his thrusts, he never got this kind of feeling from him.
Andy felt Charlotte writhe beneath him. She dug her nails into the back of his neck and shook as she rode out her orgasm with intensity. It made Andy feel joyful. He would be happy to leave the sex now, if she wanted, but she continued to gyrate herself onto him, so he continued to fill her with his cock.
Charlotte felt her orgasm subside, and opened her eyes to look at Andy as he began only now to concentrate on his own. He looked so innocent, so tender, brushing his lips against the tip of her nose, or her forehead, or her cheek. She lifted her hand and brushed back his shiny brown curls from his face, comparing him to some carnal cherubim, as he thrust to his climax. She felt him begin to tense his perfect arse and thighs. She could feel the sweat on his forehead, and as the moment of orgasm swept through him, he stopped kissing her and bit down on his lip until it turned white, trembling with the effort of containing himself. Andy withdrew, and sank to his knees, carefully removing the condom. He pulled his jeans back up, and watched as Charlotte rearranged her own clothes. Then he opened the car door. A rush of cold air filled the steamy car interior, and Andy apologised. “Sorry about that Char, listen, I’m just going to find a place to throw this, and, make a quick phone call to my mate, then I’ll be right back, yeah?” He climbed out of the car and closed the door, before opening it again and bending down to plant a lingering kiss on her lips. “Be right back, okay?”
“Okay”.
Charlotte sat alone in the car. Things had definitely changed since the morning, and change was, when all was said and done, good. This boy though, this man, she’d been pretty unfair to him. It wasn’t really on, to burden an almost total stranger with the confusion and mess inside her head. He seemed to like her, and he was one of the most appealing people she’d ever met, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t have his own emotional needs. Charlotte didn’t know if she could be there for anyone else now. Not yet. The sex had been good though, and he was beautiful. She remembered the green eyes, the cheeky grin, the awful dress sense and smiled. There were worse people to be spending time with. Oh, it was too confusing. She wanted to be a free spirit, didn’t she? To travel around with no ties?
Andy began to whistle as he returned from the call box, dodging the puddles left by the rain. Char, Charlotte this cool, confused, English redhead. He wanted to hold her forever, make love to her, wake up with her, have a family? Possibly, if she wanted to… not yet of course, but one day he felt he could deal with that responsibility too. What now though? She was traveling, well he could do that, look out for her out there in the world. What about Martin though? Well if it came to it he’d have to understand, there’d have to come a time. Or maybe she’d stay here with him. His Mum and Dad would love that, and love her too. Andy laughed at himself, aware that he was getting a little carried away, making plans for a relationship just hours old, but he was falling in love, he knew that. He bounced back to the car with a spring in his step. He’d just sit and hold her, cradle her in his arms, tell her it was alright, that he wanted her, that she’d shaken his world. As he approached the car he grinned at the steamed up windows, and he walked around to the driver’s side and opened the door. But it was wrong. She wasn’t there. She’d gone, and he had no idea where he was going to find her.
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