Chapter 37
thirty-seven
PARKER
Astrid pointed me to a spot next to her in the gazebo. She was open to talking. Students passed as I shoved my laptop back into my messenger bag. I handed her a tissue for the tears running down her face. I needed to come clean. That meant being painfully vulnerable, but if I didn’t get honest with her—and myself—this would never work.
“Astrid, it wasn’t a hook-up. I know you owe me nothing, but I couldn’t handle seeing the two of you together—him with his arm around you. I got caught up. Having sex for me is… a private thing, and it’s usually not a one-off. I should have probably mentioned that.”
She glowered. “Would have been nice for transparency.”
“I’m sorry. I owe you an apology and an explanation. I feel things about you—things that frighten me and things I haven’t felt in a long time. You make me want to be vulnerable. I felt I could trust you until I saw you with him. It made me feel like you thought about me like one great laugh. I bore my soul to you, and it fucking hurt to see you think it was so silly.”
Astrid’s brow furrowed, “Parker, you took my fucking virginity. So, no, it wasn’t just some great laugh. And if one of us were most vulnerable, it would be the one getting penetrated for the first time, yeah?”
She had a point.
“I didn’t sleep with Jeremy, nor do I intend to at this moment,” Astrid said. “After whatever we did, I… I felt that might be shady. I know you aren’t interested in a relationship, but?—”
“I am saying I am. But I also tend to cock this all up. I struggle to put my heart on the line, Astrid.”
“Why?”
“Because someone broke my heart only to come running back after my dad died. And then she broke it again when she realised I didn’t want to instantly marry her and give up all I’d worked for.”
Astrid didn’t say anything, but her look wasn’t one of judgment. She quietly folded her hands in her lap, carefully considering my words.
“I’m sorry. For that. For your Dad. I know what that is like. You know my parents are dead, right?”
“I knew your Dad was. Your mum, too?”
“Mum died first—having Ingrid, our baby sister—and Dad quickly followed. Living without Mum threw him into a spiral. He took his own life when we were all young. Then, Grand-Papa died. And it left us under the care of our grandmother. She never liked me. I hadn’t had a champion since I was only thirteen. I’m sorry you lost that champion, Parker.”
“How did you know?”
“Your mum doesn’t get it, does she?”
I shook my head.
“I’m sorry. It feels like losing a lot. I know it. And I appreciate you finally being honest, but forgive me if I don’t want to deal with your moods. You need to get your shit together, Parker.”
“I am sorry, but you make me mad, okay? And I am dreadful with words. Everything I can do, you do just as well, if not better. I am in awe of your ability to speak to everything and challenge people—challenge me. You’re fearless. You are sometimes too ambitious and impulsive, but your bravery gives me hope. ”
Her face lit up. “You think I’m brave?”
“You’re so brave, Astrid. And, lovely. Funny. Kind. Dutiful. All the qualities I admire in people. You love to argue, and I loathe that, but I’d rather you be a bit wilful than a doormat.”
She chuckled. “I have never been a doormat.”
“I gathered.”
“I probably came in a little harsh. I assumed you were going all aggro over him flirting with me. If I’m being honest, it’s kind of hot.”
“I was,” I said. “It’s something I wish I didn’t do, but… I am a serial monogamist, and you’re too good for him.”
Astrid smiled slightly, then leaned over and kissed me. I pulled her closer, running my hand through her hair. I soaked up every bit of her until I realised we were in public.
“We cannot... do this here, Astrid.”
“Oh, yeah, probably not,” she said. “Come back to mine. Ole went hiking, and Amara’s out of town.”
I jumped at the chance. We raced back to Astrid’s house, dropping our bags in the foyer and impulsively kicking our shoes off. I took her face in my hands and kissed her again properly. She deserved adoration, respect, and vulnerability. She turned the tables, pulling me into their living room and pushing me onto the couch.
Climbing astride me, Astrid tossed her shirt aside and pulled on the hem of my pullover, suggesting I do the same. I threw it and continued kissing her. She was grinding against my stiff cock through my jeans, making it harder by the second. I wanted her so badly. I buried my face in her breasts, appreciating their soft, milky-white presence. I undid her bra to better take them in. I ran my tongue across her left nipple. Astrid shuddered, tilting her hips towards me.
The sound of her breath grew more ragged by the minute. I had to do something.
“Astrid, I want to taste you,” I said.
“What?” Astrid looked confused.
“I want to go down on you. Eat you out,” I said. “Make you cum.”
“Why? ”
“Because I want to. I want to make you scream. I want you to feel amazing.”
“Oh… okay.”
Astrid rolled to the side, struggling to remove her jeans. I pulled on them hard, tossing them aside. I sucked her right nipple as I tugged on her tiny pink knickers. Obliging me, she pulled them off. I parted her legs with my body and grabbed her knees in my hands as I kissed down her torso. I slowly worked my way down, kissing from her knee to the inside of her thigh until I got to her already wet pussy.
“I haven’t like… waxed.” Astrid sounded concerned.
I looked up. “Astrid, your pussy is fine. I know what it looks like.”
“Fine?”
“Beautiful. Lovely,” I said. “I like it—a lot. Relax.”
She tried, letting her head fall back. I licked Astrid’s clit slowly at first, waiting for the inevitable relaxation of her hips. She not only relaxed, she pushed towards me as if presenting her pussy for my approval. Cunnilingus could be a superpower if you worked on it well enough.
Astrid panted and moaned as I picked up speed with my tongue. Her enjoyment made me want to please her more. I pressed two fingers inside her, rubbing the spot that made her mad with pleasure before. In response, she gripped my hair.
“Yes!” Astrid said.
I continued, slowly thrusting my fingers in her, constantly stroking her G-spot for just a moment. The more attention I paid, the more swollen her G-spot and clit became. She tightened her pussy around my fingers as she got closer. Her legs quaked, flattening almost as she braced harder against my face and pulled my hair tighter in her hands.
“Oh, God, I’m so close,” Astrid said. “I’m… oh, holy fuck!”
She rattled off something in French I couldn’t quite comprehend. I was unprepared for the deluge rolling out of her. Her legs rose and then fell as they relaxed. She dripped down my chin, satiated. I sat up, surprised.
“That felt… different,” Astrid panted. “You… did… a number.”
“Did you know you could squirt?” I asked.
“Did I what?”
“Did you know… have you ever… squirted?”
“I squirted?”
Astrid sat up, leaving a gaping puddle behind her on the couch.
“Fuck!”
She rushed to grab a towel, naked as a jaybird.
Astrid returned, nervous as if she’d offended me. I didn’t mind. She made me feel like a god among men. Even with her amateur status, I’d managed that ? We had some fun times ahead.
“How do we… like fix it?” Astrid asked.
I took the towel out of her hand to wipe my face down first. “We can deal with the rest later. I want to fuck you if you’re still game?”
She bit her lip. “Yeah, I mean, sure. But condoms. I can?—”
“I still have the ones from my trip in my bag,” I said.
She raced into the foyer to grab one, returning in good spirits. Before I could do much other than remove my trousers and pants, she’d torn open the wrapper and rolled the condom down my shaft.
Astrid climbed on top, using me to her full advantage.
She asked, “That didn’t bother you?”
“No,” I answered.
Astrid moaned happily. I moved her hips slightly up and down for my benefit. Her tits bounced wonderfully.
“It was lovely to watch you, Astrid.”
As she kissed me, I soaked up the feeling of being inside Astrid again. It got better every time.
She pulled back and growled, “Don’t stop! I’m gonna cum.”
I watched Astrid again lose herself. Her eyes rolled back as she dug her fingers into the couch. God, she was beautiful when she came!
I kissed her neck as she calmed, gently grinding against me now. The smell, taste, feel, and sight of her combined overwhelmed me. I was going to cum quickly if I didn’t move her off me. I slapped her arse playfully.
“Hands and knees. You got what you wanted, and now I will get what I deserve.”
Astrid shook her head playfully, “Why should I? ”
“Because you want to get properly fucked, and you know I’ll get you off again.”
Before we could continue, we heard someone talking outside the front door. Panicking, she hopped up. The mad dash to put clothes on happened. When her roommate—a tall boy who looked more vampire than human in hiking shoes—arrived, we were guiltily cleaning up the couch and looking dishevelled.
I quickly said, “I had a juice bottle explode in my rucksack.”
“I’m going to get some… liquide vassaile ?”
Washing up liquid .
Her friend looked confused but shrugged. It was adorable to see Astrid so flustered that she defaulted to French. I’d aim to rile her up this way again. Astrid returned with a dish rag and cleaned as if the spot haunted her. I suspected her reaction was the result of a shame spiral.
“Let me,” I said in French. “Calm yourself. It’s fine. Be a good girl, and let me do it.”
Surprised, she looked up and handed me the rag.
“Yes, I speak French—fluently,” I explained.
“Oh. Brilliant. Much better than my poor brother-in-law. His French is so embarrassing that people switch to English.”
I snickered.
“Sorry, my head is?—”
“Don’t worry,” I said. “I will fix it.”