The following weeks were very busy for Heidi and George as they prepared for their forthcoming A Levels, although there had been a couple of brief message exchanges with Richard, he knew that she was preoccupied and they had not met up.
Her relationship with George had become more serious now, and despite all the risks she had taken with both men, she had not missed her period, much to her relief. She had visited the doctor and gotten a prescription for contraceptive pills. Even though both of them were fully focused on their exams, they made a point of a date night once a week, either going for a meal or to the cinema, though there had been no sleepovers with the looming exams.
They were both looking forward to the end-of-year ball; the American-style prom concept had found its way into the English system, and it was now the big end-of-school party for the new adults. It was the topic of almost every conversation, the girls discussing the details of their outfits and hair, the boys talking more about their ambitions with the girls.
Heidi and George would, of course, be going together, as the pin-up players for the school rugby and netball teams; they were the closest thing to royalty at school and knew that every detail of their appearance and conduct would be subject to speculation and gossip.
After the formal school ball, there was going to be an after-party. George’s parents had been persuaded to host the gathering despite reservations about the likely carnage that might entail, but they had been browbeaten into agreeing, and the plans had commenced in earnest.
Some rules had been imposed: upstairs was off limits to all but Heidi and George, everyone had to be out by 2 AM, and they were responsible for tidying up the mess the next day; there was also to be no drugs whatsoever.
Richard and June, George’s parents, would make themselves scarce for the night to give the young people the freedom to enjoy themselves, though both Heidi and Richard, who had engaged in several illicit sexual encounters together, wished that Richard would in fact be there for the party.
The ball was great fun. Richard had driven George and Heidi there; she was in a sleek cocktail dress with a slit almost to the top of her thigh, which accentuated the firm definition of her toned young body, and George was in his dinner suit, showing the definition of his frame from his rugby training. Richard had shaken his son’s hand, clapped him proudly on the shoulder, and hugged his son’s girlfriend.
A casual observer might have noticed the hug to be rather more affectionate than might be normal for the situation and that his hand lingered upon her pert arse more than was proper, but George had already turned to focus on the looming celebration and also missed the look of longing that passed between his girlfriend and father as they pulled apart.
As they piled out of the prearranged taxis at George’s house after the ball, the year group was in high spirits. While the consumption of alcohol had been strictly controlled at the school-facilitated function, there were no such restrictions in place at the afterparty, and the ice buckets that had been filled with beer, wines, and spirits were soon being liberally consumed.
Heidi was taking it easy; she wanted to remember the evening as it would be a unique occasion, and she also hoped that she and George would be able to enjoy some time together after their exam-induced abstinence recently. She noticed that in contrast to his birthday party, he was also taking it easy on the drinks, frequently turning down the shots which were now being proffered.
She noticed a window of opportunity as he turned to scan the room looking for her; she caught his eye and, with a wink, gestured with her head for him to follow her. He grinned and, looking around to make sure no one was watching, followed her into the hallway from which the stairs flowed.
She took his hand and almost dragged him up and unexpectedly into his parents' room. “I want you to fuck me on your parents bed,” she stated forthrightly. Unbeknownst to George, Heidi had had sex with his father on this very bed and had, in fact, spent the night naked, entwined with Richard after George had passed out, and through a kinkiness that she didn’t know she had, was hugely turned on by the prospect of taking George in the very same place and telling his father about it.
George had been a little surprised when Heidi had dragged him into his parents' room rather than his own, but he was so aroused at this point that they could have been on the moon for all he cared. Heidi kissed him deeply, feeling his arousal against her stomach, and then turned so he could undo the zip on her dress, and then lifted her arms so it could drop to the floor.
Underneath she was wearing a matching lacy black bra and thong that barely covered her smooth pussy; she had purchased these specially for the occasion, but what George did not know was that his father Richard had been the first to see her in them when she had sent him a picture of the reflection in the mirror from the shop dressing room, making the middle-aged man awkwardly aroused as he sat in a high-powered meeting in the office.
Now the garment was soaked with her arousal, and she gasped as George lightly ran his finger along the thin fabric which separated his finger from the treasure which lay beneath. She wanted to control this encounter, however, and dropping to her knees, unzipped his fly and reached inside his boxer shorts, pulling out his engorged penis, observing it thoughtfully as she gently stroked along its length, allowing his arousal to lubricate her fingers as her tiny hand ran up and down it.
Next, she lowered her mouth onto it, never taking her eyes away from George’s, allowing it to ease into her throat, past the gag reflex, combining hands and mouth to bring him to a state of euphoria. This was not going to be a quick blow job, however; she had her own desires that needed fulfilling, and they did not have the luxury of time. As she felt George’s culmination nearing, she pulled away and stepped back, giving him a few seconds to come down from the brink.
She pushed him towards his parents' bed, and he got the gist of what she had in mind, falling back onto it, still dressed in his dress suit trousers and shirt, the bow tie now long since removed.
She opened his belt and trousers, pulling his cock out, and now positioned herself astride him, running his penis along her slit with only the fabric of her thong between them, pausing to remove her bra so that she could push her pert areolas towards his enthusiastic mouth.
Feeling that he was now as hard as iron, she pulled her underwear to one side and positioned him at her entrance and eased herself down onto him, balanced on the balls of her feet, using calves, conditioned from years of sport, to ride him at an angle that caught her G-spot, sending her into a frenzy of exuberant delight.
They continued until she started to feel her calves show the first signs of cramp and spun round into reverse cowgirl so that he was presented with the sight of her taut and pert posterior as she positioned herself on her knees, continuing to ride his pole as she reached her climax. It struck her like an electric shock, sending shudders through her body, leaving her panting and covered in a sheen of sweat.
George was still pushing herself into him, and she lifted herself off him and turned to take him in her mouth, tasting her own climax upon his cock as she used her newfound skills to send him over the edge and took his ejaculation into her mouth. Some unknown instinct led her to lewdly open her mouth to show him his own semen before she swallowed it and then proceeded to continue licking his cock until it was clean.
“Time, we returned to the party before they notice we’re gone,” she said to him with a deep smile. They were still greeted with a cheer as they came back into the living room where the epicentre of the party remained; everyone could see from the flush on their faces what the school’s hottest couple had been up to, leaving several of the boys and girls with a pang of envy that it had not been them involved in the tryst.
The party continued almost until dawn, the last stragglers passing out on couches or even the floor. Neither of the young lovers had the energy to make love again, instead falling into the deepest of sleep in George’s room as the first rays of sunlight emerged to herald a new day.
George awoke around 10 AM. He saw Heidi, asleep next to him; she had removed her dress and bra before getting into bed and remained in just her black thong, her face a vision of a sleeping beauty as her breath gently inhaled and exhaled. He knew that it was likely to be carnage downstairs and, conscious that his parents could return at any moment, threw some tracksuit trousers and a t-shirt on and went downstairs to examine the fallout.
It wasn’t as bad as he had imagined. He woke his two friends who had passed out downstairs, found them some water to slake their alcohol-induced thirst, and enlisted their help to collect the discarded cans and bottles that littered almost every available surface.
Within about 40 minutes, there was very little to show that there had been the party of the year. Just in the nick of time, Richard and June came through the front door, pleasantly surprised to see that the house had been returned to some degree of order and smiling at the stirrings of hangovers demonstrated by George’s friends, whom they had known since they were little boys.
“Good night?” Richard asked his son with a wink and smiled as George replied, “The best,” with a wink.
“Right, I will run you two home,” June said to the two young men, who smiled gratefully, clearly relishing the thought of returning to their own beds where they could sleep off the headaches that were starting to kick in with a vengeance. “Where is Heidi?” June asked her son, looking around for anything out of place.
“Still soundo,” George replied.
“Can I come with you and get some coffees and bacon sandwiches to bring back?” he asked, thinking it would be nice to present his girlfriend with a morning treat.
“Sure,” his mum replied, “Richard, can you give the place the once-over whilst we are gone?” she asked, wanting him to make sure nothing had been broken or disfigured.
“No worries,” he replied, though in his mind he was thinking about the person asleep upstairs.
As soon as he heard the car pulling out of the driveway, he went upstairs and gently opened the door to George’s room. He left the door open and saw the disorientated eyes of the sleeping young women open slightly as they registered where they were and who was in the room.
She smiled when she focused on Richard and unashamedly lifted the duvet away, exposing her almost naked form. “Where is George?” she asked.
Worried that he might suddenly walk in to find his father regarding his girlfriend's exposed breasts. “He’s gone with June to drop some of the stragglers home and get coffee; they will be at least twenty minutes.” The time estimate was a loaded afterthought, and they both knew it.
Heidi was conscious that she hadn’t brushed her teeth and one of her acts the previous evening had been swallowing copious amounts of her boyfriend's cum; she doubted her breath would be enormously appealing, so she got up, still topless, to go and brush her teeth, but Richard stopped her, putting his hands on her almost naked hips and overcoming her protestations to kiss her deeply and sincerely.
She felt herself beginning to become aroused again and, knowing their time was limited, decided to be spontaneous. “You’ve got five minutes to fuck me like the slut that I am,” she said, not taking his eyes off him but using the few moments to lower the thong she was still wearing to the floor. “I want your cock in me now,” she commanded, undoing his belt and pulling his jeans to the floor.
He didn’t hesitate; he pulled his T-shirt over his head, showing his still-respectable body, and pulled down his boxer shorts to join his jeans on the floor of his sons' room.
“Last night George fucked me on your bed,” she said teasing him, “exactly the same place you took me; you have something else in common now.”
For some reason the knowledge sent extra blood to Richard’s already engorged penis, and he turned the nubile woman around so that her hands were against the walls of his son’s room and, without ceremony, plunged his penis into her.
It was hard, brutal, and unrelenting sex, the type you only have when you know your time is limited, but they were so aroused that Heidi was shrieking like a banshee as he ploughed into her. She felt like she was being split in two, both painful and pleasurable at the same time. His climax was both quick and powerful; he erupted inside her like a fire hydrant, spraying her womb with his semen as she shook with a mutual climax.
Keeping him inside her, they awkwardly shuffled to the bathroom, where he pulled out of her, a flurry of liquids dripping from her onto the easily cleanable tiles. “They are going to be home soon; quickly get cleaned up and dressed,” she urged him.
He did as he was urged, quickly stepping under the shower to cleanse himself, and then left her to take a longer, more indulgent shower whilst he retrieved his clothes from his sons' room.
By the time June and George returned, Richard was busy wiping down the kitchen sides, having taken out the empties. “Any sign of life from Heidi?” his son asked.
‘I heard the shower going a little while ago, so it seems positive,” his father responded.
A few minutes later, Heid came downstairs in a dressing gown with a hair towel wrapped around her freshly washed hair.
She beamed at them all, and a smile stretched across her face. “You got coffee?” she said with relish, spying the cup holders on the kitchen side. George beamed proudly at his gorgeous girlfriend, feeling enormously alpha after his performance the night before, oblivious to the fact that his girlfriend was clenching her thighs to prevent Richard’s copious amounts of sperm deposited in her from dripping blatantly down her thighs.
A few days later, Richard sent her a message: “Heidi, I have to go on a business trip next week for four days. I have to attend some meetings during the day, but if you fancy it, we could spend the rest of the time together.”
After the end of the school ball, Heidi and George had hung out together a bit; there were several end-of-school events going on that they were committed to, but they had still enjoyed opportunities to slip away together, and on one occasion they had even taken advantage of a clear timetable in the gym to fuck, with her sitting on the crash mat in her school uniform with her school skirt and sensible school underwear pushed to one side whilst he ploughed into her with youthful vigour.
Despite that, she couldn’t forget the way her partner's father made her feel when they were together, and she felt a tingle at the prospect of accompanying him on his trip.
“Where are you going on this trip?” she had asked.
He replied, “It’s in Newcastle.”
Whilst she hadn’t necessarily considered Newcastle as being one of her primary university choices, it was nonetheless one that had been mentioned, and she felt it potentially viable that she could at least go to have a look without raising undue suspicion. “It just so happens that I do need to go and have a look at the campus there,” she had replied. As he sent the response, both of them found themselves getting very aroused about this unanticipated time together and how it might pan out.
