The Amateur Players (Closed for TheWorldBuilder)

[AndreaSubbie]

That was all it took.

"Have I told you lately that I love you?"

She burst into tears again, but harder this time, the whole works.

She was snuggled into his warmth, gripping him with all her strength as if she could attach herself to him forever.

Forever.

The wracking sobs made her chest heave as she tried to draw in enough breath to re-inflate her lungs. She had discarded the clothes she'd been reaching for, and pressed her naked skin against him to make them one body, one being, one entity.

Did he know how much she needed him? Would he be scared if he knew? That she was dependent on him; his strength, his care, his love, his friendship, his everything?

She knew that guys didin't like weepy girls, or clingy girls. She'd read it in one of her teenage magazines, but here she was weeping all over him, clinging like one of those shell animals you see at the beach, stuck fast to their rock.

He was her rock. Her Rock Bear.

That lightened her mood a little as she considered if he might be a Rock and Roll Bear?

Then the sadness returned. The threat of Impending Doom. The End.

The tighter she clung, the more terrified she was of having to let go. But she also knew that the tighter she clung the more she'd drive him away.

There was some analogy, wasn't there? About gripping too hard on a sponge full of water? The tighter you grip, the more water seeps through your fingers?

It was something like that, apparently, with men.

Andi was aware that she knew nothing about grown up relationships. She would have to have another long conversation with Polly. And be prepared to pack her bags.

"I love you, Bear," was all she could contribute to the conversation, as she ran out of tears and faced the prospect of a lonely 'rest of her life'.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi's strength belied her tiny frame as she clung to his torso, sobbing uncontrollably. Her clean clothes lay neglected in a small pile next to the bed and she pressed her bare flesh directly onto his. When she lay naked and wet, she spoke directly to Paul's bollocks. Her distraught crying spoke directly to his heart. Unsure of what had prompted her outburst of soul-wrenching grief, all he could do was hold her close and whisper soothing sounds into her ear.

"I'm here, hold me, I love you, sweet Andi, my love, my life, my everything, don't cry, Bear is here, it's OK, Bear will make it better, everything good, hold tight, talk to me."

Whatever was troubling her, she seemed to depend on him: his advice, his wisdom, his love, his strength and his friendship.

Her convulsions began to subside and he again spoke.

"Whatever it is, Andi, we'll face it together. We'll face everything together. For the rest of our lives."

"I love you, Bear." she whispered, as her tears finally ceased.

"I love you too and I'll always be here for you to cling to."

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Slowly she let Paul's words filter through, and actually listened to them.

"For the rest of our lives ... I'll always be here ... for you to cling to"

Andi didn't know what that meant exactly, but it did calm her, though it also made the tears flow again. No sobs or shaky breathing, just a calm cascade of wetness dripping down her face.

She wasn't sure where her sudden insecurity had come from. Probably her guilt at being so self-centred. If she loved Paul she'd give up her needs and wants and look to his.

When was the last time she'd asked him what he wanted? When was the last time she'd actually done anything for him?

The tears kept flowing. She knew she was a horrible person. Paul wasn't, and his words of comfort showed that. Would there come a time soon when he'd see that, regret being so close?

But for now she had him, and it was ok to cling.

So cling she did, tight. Very tight. And fell asleep.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi was balanced precariously along the narrow strip of bed between Paul and the wetroom, her arms tight under one armpit and round his broad neck. He could feel her tears falling from her nose and chin onto his skin. He gathered the bedclothes from her side against his right flank, tucking them into rough pleats under his ribcage and waist, then curled his right arm all the way over her slenderness to her opposite hip.

Levering her upwards with his left, he slid her across his chest and belly to slide down his side to her usual position cradled in the crook of the elbow on his right. Her arms maintained their death grip, but there was a thin gap where her firm rack prevented her flat tummy from touching the tuck of his waist. It was just enough space to pull the folded material through and flick it across most of her naked body.

He glanced back at the clock. A hour and three quarters, then he'd have to rouse her again. At least it would be at a more civilised hour of the bloody morning. 6:15 - what the hell was he doing awake at this time?

Paul lay for a few moments, still uncertain of what had triggered Andi's sudden transformation from joyful to tearful. Her breathing was calmer now and her grasp not so possessive, but her warm skin was still in contact with his along her whole length.

Resting on her side in her accustomed position, her upper thigh slid across his until her knee reached his cock and her calf fell into the gap between his slightly spread legs. The last thing he remembered was putting his hand on her curvy arse.

When he awoke, the hand was in the swooping dip between her ribs and hip. She was still holding tight and her thigh still crossed his. The softness of her, coupled with her evident need to hold on as if she would drown without him, roused BigBear from his deep slumber and the hardening shaft pressed on the side of Andi's knee.

He expected her to want to suck him or be fucked the instant she awoke. That was very pleasant, but the virtually non-stop sex of the past few days was so at odds with his three years of enforced abstinence that he knew it would take his body a week or two to adjust to the new normal. There were other ways he could keep her happy in the meantime. The simultaneous clitoris and G-spot manipulation for one. He made a mental note to put a thick towel under her pubis when he did that again.

Paul raised his hands to either side of his neck. Now he had the tiny problem of reincarnating the slumbering limpet into a kitten.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

As she gradually awoke, Andi wondered briefly what had happened, and where she'd been. Then awareness filtered back in and she remembered.

Closing her eyes again in embarrassment she became aware of the familiar heavy presence resting warmly against her knee.

Ok. That was something she knew about, even if it was still only recently gained knowledge.

Something she could do for him.

Andi wrapped her small hand round the already inflated Big Bear and began to stroke him, intending to give Paul an unselfish gift of pleasure just for him to enjoy.

But it didn't work like that. Just touching his erection, feeling the hot harness in it's soft sheath woke her tummy deep inside and set her off drooling, but not from the lips on her face.

Her breathing quickened and the stirrings deep within connected thoughout her body to set her skin tingling and nipples stiffening, and she had to press her thighs together to try and stifle the spontaneous wetness that was begging to be fucked.

But no. This was for him. She slowed her hand to a very gentle crawl up along his full length from his testicles to the big fat head, taking her time, just letting him enjoy being held and stroked.

She didn't need him to cum, though obviously that would be a bonus, just wanted him to feel happy.

This was for Paul. She had to keep reminding herself because try as she might, it was impossible for her not to enjoy playing with her favourite toy.

But this was a love offering. She would sacrifice her own pleasure for him.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi seemed to rouse from her slumber the moment that Paul's hands closed over her own, which were still clasping him so tightly. She released her grip from his neck and chest, one hand moving a few inches onto his belly and the other a greater distance down his body.

Holding his hardening shaft, she slowly caressed its length with her slim fingers. Her hand barely encircled his engorged thickness as she gently stroked his flesh, her touch inflaming his desire to greater heights and stimulating him to grow even thicker and more rigid in her grasp.

A catch in her breath signalled her arousal to Paul as clearly as an illuminated sign. He knew, after only enjoying her body for a few days, that her tight pussy would be moistening in readiness to welcome the penetration it craved. He watched the hardening growth in her nipples and heard a soft purr escape her throat.

The movement of her wrist and fingers lost some of its initial pace. Now she lingered, paying attention to every vein, every wrinkle, every cell. Slowly, firmly, yet incredibly softly and delicately, she explored from his balls to the bulging swell of his helmet. Occasionally she paused and simply held his hardness for a moment.

Andi's head lay on his chest as she watched him twitch in her hand. Her soft hair fanned out like a curtain and he, in his turn, gently stroked and combed his fingers through it. He twirled a finger in a thicker clump of strands behind her neck and pulled, forcing her head to tilt back and her eyes to look up into his own.

Paul's lips sought hers and he forced his tongue between them, mimicking the penetration of her wet cunt that his hard cock strained to give. She was still sliding her hand along him, even as he stretched her throat and upper body into a taut arch. He released her hair, keeping her mouth locked against his own as he moved his hand to the firm breast which was thrust out by her unnatural posture.

Slowly he rolled to the right. Her right leg slipped further between his as he turned. His weight began to bear down upon her and the hand on her breast moved up to her shoulder, pressing it down to the bed. As he completed the roll, he pushed her thigh outwards with his left knee.

Still Andi clung to his cock, but now she pumped it directly above the line from her labia to her umbilicus.

"Put me inside you." he breathed.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Guiding him with now practiced ease she slipped his swollen flesh inside her wetness, putting him where he belonged, and transferred her hand to his bum, pressing his hips to push him deeper.

Her legs wrapped round him and she crossed her ankles behind his back, her arms holding tight to his neck.

"Only do this if you want it, Paul, not for me," she hesitated before continuing, "I wanted to do something for you, to make you happy?"

Andi started crying again, though this time she couldn't work out why. But it didn't matter. Sometimes it seemed she needed to express feelings and let emotions out that defied being understood.

Her breathing was deep but normal, and her own hips rolled and humped with fluid agility to maximise the sensations all along his invading cock, desperately trying to be a selfless lover but failing as she experienced her own exquisite joys. While the tears trickled silently from the corners of her eyes she fucked Paul back as hard as she could, driving herself onto him, impaling her small body on his mighty sword.

Andi fucked like this was her last, making it count, screwing every bit of pleasure she could for both of them. She so hoped that Paul actually enjoyed fucking her, that he didn't just do it for her sake. She didn't know what she could give him in return for the intense fulfillment that he gave her, but she hoped that she could learn.

"I love you, Bear. I'm yours as long as you want me," and she muttered other things too, things she would never remember and that maybe neither of them heard.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul felt her incredible tightness grip him and hoped that he would never grow accustomed to that exquisite sensation. She forced his swollen cockhead deep inside her with her hands and her legs, pressing on his back and his arse to ensure that his entire length was consumed by her insatiable cunt. Andi clung to his brawny neck and he heard her faltering words.

"Only do this if you want it, Paul, not for me. I wanted to do something for you, to make you happy."

He looked into her beautiful eyes and saw tears. Not for the first time, her emotional enigma saddened him at the point when both of them should be in ecstasy. Her fragility only reinforced his resolve to care for her eternally, to protect and nurture her delicate but generous soul. Lines of poetry, song lyrics, quotations from the masters of literature; all poured through his mind in an instant.

None were good enough.

The tiny, ephemeral goddess in his arms could only be perfection made flesh. Her waking thought had been for his pleasure. She sublimated her own desires in the wish for his happiness. How could he find the words to tell her that her companionship, her joyfully naïve lovemaking, her boundless curiosity and her utter devotion were the forces which propelled his joy to the very extremities of the universe? His love expanded faster than spacetime itself, faster than the early universal inflation. It filled the 27,620 million lightyear diameter bubble of the observable universe and continued growing. Only the hard limit of the frontier of time and space itself could encompass his adoration for her.

240,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 cubic miles of love.

Paul couldn't tell her that.

She rocked her pelvis against him in perfect counterpoint and he heard her whisper, "I love you, Bear. I'm yours as long as you want me."

How could he even begin? He tried. Nothing was good enough, nothing expressed the whole of the universe full of his love. One word, only one word sufficed. The word that he had used when he resolved to care for her.

"Eternally."

They were one body, together forever. Their intimacy was complete and the words and sounds that escaped their coupled bodies, as the physical union escalated to attempt an impossible rivalry of their emotional bond, were mere fragments of thought and desire. He loved to listen to her escalating squeals and moans, but it was the resonating, throbbing purr which accompanied her relaxation after orgasm that triggered his own explosion and her immediate return to the pinnacle of her satisfaction.

Paul retained just enough awareness to twist his body to fall alongside her and not crush the wind from her tiny frame. He glanced sideways and suddenly he was wide awake.

"Fuck, Andi, half past eight. We're both late."

He rolled away from her, fighting every fibre of his being that wanted nothing but to hold her in his loving arms. Reaching the edge of the bed, he stood and walked regretfully into the wetroom.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi spent the first half of her morning at College alternating between paying attention and thinking about last night, or perhaps it was really this morning.

She felt a little embarrassed at how emotional she'd been, and how insecure. At first she tried to understand it, acknowledging her fear of being rejected by Paul, of him becoming bored with her immaturity and put off by her selfishness.

But then she decided that being a grown up was too difficult, and she wasn't ready yet to be so serious. She was having the time of her life. She had a man who loved her and protected her. He was her shield as well as her lover. He gave her great sex. In the crude parlance of the Student Common Room, he was a great fuck. And he really did have a fantastic penis. He filled her up like she needed and could take his time before cumming; and his sperm did taste nice and felt good in her mouth, on her tongue, on her teeth.

Nope, she decided to stop worrying and just enjoy everything she was experiencing.

College was going well, the Players were being nice to her and she was loving being part of the Company. Paul was really sweet and saying things like Eternally, and she was getting a chance to have her own little moment on stage in their Play.

Yes, it was all good.

On her way to the Theatre Andi stopped by a small Antique shop that also sold just odds and ends, bric-a-brac. In the window there was a little china swan that had caught her eye. It wasn't especially stylish, certainly not expensive.

Full of recovered excitement and happiness she bounced her way into the Theatre and as usual barged into the office to give it to Paul as a little present, partly to say sorry for being so weepy, partly because she just wanted to.

As she bounded in she was already saying, "I got you a present and did we get any reviews in the paper Paper and where are we sleeping tonight after the performance and do you think my costume needs adjusting again and I forgot to have lunch and, um, hello!?"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

"I think she'll be just what we're looking for." said the thin man with the crooked nose, who sat opposite Paul.

"Remember that she doesn't do anything without my say so and I'll be there to look after her."

Before the visitor could reply, the door flew open and the subject of their conversation arrived in a rush of breathless words. "I got you a present and did we get any reviews in the paper Paper and where are we sleeping tonight after the performance and do you think my costume needs adjusting again and I forgot to have lunch and, um, hello!"

The guest's eyebrows lifted momentarily as Andi asked Paul whose residence they would return to, then he introduced himself. "Hello, Miss Swan. I'm Ché Tunstable." His gaze seemed to linger on her curves longer than might have been thought proper, especially with Paul sat right there.

"Ché manages a couple of small venues in Manningham and Chapeltown, he came over to see me when he heard how well the production is doing."

"I came to see you, Miss Swan, and I don't think any of the information I received was at all misleading. Having seen you for myself I think your potential could be.... unlimited."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves, Ché." said Paul. "Call me when you think that you have something suitable and we'll come over to discuss it." He stood and stepped out from behind the desk. Clearly the meeting was over.

"It was a pleasure, Miss Swan, albeit far too brief."

The two men walked out into the foyer, leaving Andi alone with her thoughts for a moment.

When Paul returned, he replied to her unanswered questions in the same rapid manner as she'd made them. "Yes, your picture is in the Craven Herald. Back to mine again for the space. No, your costumes are both perfect. There's soup in the kitchen. Present, what present?"

He stood before her and slipped his hands down to her lovely little bum, lifting her until her thighs rested in the slight constrictions above his pelvis and her arms went once more around his neck. His lips opened as they met hers and his tongue danced inside the moist space. "Mmmm." he murmured into her mouth. "Hasty." He withdrew his probing member and tried again. "Tasty." he repeated, more clearly, before resuming l'embrasser with renewed passion.

He held her for uncounted minutes until the surge of joy of their reunion passed its initial peak. Breaking the contact again, he smiled as he looked into her eyes and stepped towards the office door with her still sat on his upturned palms. Paul pondered the alternative methods of opening it with his hands full of bottom and hers clasped behind his head.

He decided that trying to balance her on a single paw was fraught with potential pitfalls and asked, "Andi, could you reach down to the handle please?"

The kitchen cupboard held a limited choice. "Chicken, pea and ham or tomato?" he enquired.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

What kind of name was Shay?

Andi's mind was as full of questions as Paul's hands were full of her.

Ok, so let's go with the easy ones first.

"Tomato."

Andi had managed to open the cupboard door while Paul supported her fairly insignificant weight, and she wondered if they were going to manage to heat soup without him having to let her down. It was rather nice, gripping him with her legs round his middle, her body supported nicely in his big strong hands, her left hand round his neck for balance as she did what was necessary with her right.

Of course, she couldn't help thinking this would be better if they were both naked and his big penis was helping to anchor her vagina in place against him, but maybe they'd save that for another day. Which then made her think it might be fun to cook for Paul at home wearing nothing but an apron. Would he enjoy that? She knew that she would. As long as she didn't burn herself.

"So what did Shay want with me? And never mind the picture, did the Herald say nice things about us? Will we need to put on any extra performances to meet increased demand? I thought we were already sold out?"

The problem of opening a tin of soup with only one hand was taxing her ingenuity, but frowning, tongue protruding from between her lips, she was attacking the problem with a can opener and the help of a corner between the wall and the bread bin.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

This was totally impractical but quite amusing. Paul could carry her all day, even as she twisted and stretched to pour the soup into a saucepan and heat it. He imagined her cooking in his kitchen, needing him to boost her to the higher shelves, sliding her body down the front of his, pressing herself backwards into him.

He whispered softly into her ear. "Are you going to feed us both with one hand, too? We have sold out and the run is six nights. Oh, they were fairly complimentary, nice review. You still haven't given me my present, unless I'm already holding it."

Andi picked up a wooden spoon and stirred the simmering soup. OK, the meal was going to be basic but in her company it would be a banquet. She had hinted that he would be doing most of the cooking, well it was going to be fun helping her learn a few special dishes of her own.

He thought about the adjustments he was making to the traditional pantomime. This production was nearly over, in less than two weeks they would be doing the first read-through of Aladdin. He still hadn't finalised the maids. Two, or three? Should they all get their man? It was only fair.

A twist of Andi's body pushed one breast harder into him, bringing his drifting mind back to the problem of serving the hot, almost boiling, soup. He knew the entertaining game was over and reluctantly lowered her to sit on the kitchen counter. As his hands rose to the sides of her waist it seemed that her left hand was staying exactly where it was.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"I'll have you know I'm being very restrained; I'd rather we were naked and Big Bear was parked in his garage where he belongs, or at least that my hand was down your trousers playing with him. But I'm demonstrating my incredible self control, proving what a good girl I am.

"So no, we're going to eat properly so neither of us gets scalded, but you must appreciate the dizzy heights of my culinary achievements being able to cook this meal, one my finest," finally taking her hand off his neck and resting it on her leg.

"And your present isn't me, this time, though thinking about it I need a ribbon to tie in a bow round my waist, or maybe my neck? For when I am your present? But seriously I did buy you a present; it's in that little paper bag I left on your desk.

"So they like our play? They were nice about us? Did I get a mention? Are they ok with my costume coming off? Did they say what a brilliant Director Producer you are?"

Andi turned off the heat under the soup. "Bowls," she announced, pointing to the cupboard between her knees.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

"You have your little velvet 'Kitten' collar for your neck, although you've only worn it once. Do you want something more substantial, so that you can really feel it?"

Paul was wondering if that was an aspect of their play that she had tried once and discarded, or if the training collar had been so soft and gentle that its symbolism hadn't registered in her, frankly overloaded, mind that night.

"Yes, they were nice and you got almost all the mention." He smiled as her eyes widened. "They went with that inspired line of yours about baring your soul (and some other bits) for your art. I got a few words about the production values."

Andi pointed between her legs. Athough Paul's erotically charged mind heard a different word, what she actually said was, "Bowls."

He wished she was wearing a loose skirt that he could flick up as he stooped forward. He would press his face into the joining of her thighs, while his hands found the crockery by touch alone. Oh well, another time. he thought.

Paul rose, placing the bowls on the counter near the cooker. In his serious voice, he demanded, "I think you ought to cook more often, wench. After all, what's the point of having a live-in girlfriend and not getting pampered a little?" He grinned widely at Andi, letting her know he was teasing. Fuck, if the sight of her stunning body wasn't enough on its own, he was certainly getting pampered with the mind-blowing sex she gave him.

"Perhaps I should teach you a few dishes and then we can invite Polly and Mike over for dinner one evening and you can be the perfect little hostess. Would you like that?"

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oooh, yes!" she gushed enthusiastically, liking the sound of entertaining like she knew her friends' parents did.

"Are we going to have a Dinner Party? What fun! Well, I've demonstrated that I can open a can, so my contribution could be any manner of things like a soup starter, and tinned fruit for after, maybe meatballs? Oh, and I know how to open a carton of cream, and I can set the table, and you must help me choose what to wear, and I'd like you in a dark suit with a white or cream shirt, looking very formal and smart, and we can tell them it's a dress up smart party, and you can make a music playlist, and it's gonna be such fun! When are we doing it? How soon? Oh, I'm so excited!"

Andi clapped her hands together, face glowing with delight.

"Will you lift me down please, Kind Bear. Are we going to eat this masterpiece of cuisine in the office? Then you can open your little present. And talking of presents, I'd forgotten my kitten collar," and her hand went to her empty throat, "yes I want to wear it all the time, but you can get me something more substantial when you think I'm ready, something bold and yes, subtsantial, I think it'll make me feel safer? I suppose that's what all the tears were about," and she became serious for a moment.

"I do know that you love me, but sometimes I feel a bit lost, and I think having something round my neck will help, something I can touch, can feel, that I know is there. Does that make sense? And my present is kind of me saying sorry for being so weepy."

Andi looked deep into Paul's eyes and saw only reassurance and love.

Lightening the mood, "Let's go eat before it gets cold. I'm hungry. Being celibate for so long is very taxing on a live-in wench."

Her mind was lingering on what Paul had said of the Herald's review, and she could hardly wait to read it for herself. She got a mention! She wondered what they had said about her baring herself. She did hope they thought she looked ok nude.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

One thing that Paul had learned about Andi's changes of mood was that excited chatter was a good sign. He certainly preferred it to unpredictable bouts of tears. The only problem was remembering every tangent that she shot off on and trying to reply to all her disparate thoughts.

Dinner party. Black tie. A special meeting of the Picnic Club. He pictured her in an elegant dress, tightly clinging to her every curve. A long zip down the back and no underwear, the easily removed wrapping on a very special present.

He lifted her as she requested and took a small step back, before lowering her to stand between him and the scalding soup. "Your collar is where you left it when you came into the shower last night, so you can't wear it until we get home after tonight's show. There is something for you in my desk drawer, though, with fresh batteries. Besides that, I already have something in mind for you that you can touch, can feel, will know is there every day of your life. Something that will tell everyone in the world that you belong to me."

He chose his words carefully, knowing that Andi would misconstrue them in light of his reminder of the whereabouts of her soft choker. That was for her neck, the symbol Paul had in mind would encircle her finger. It was still too soon, but if she gave him even the slightest hint that it was what she wanted then he would ask her for her eternal promise and give her his own.

She looked deep into his eyes and he gazed back into those expressive pools, which at that moment only held her love.

Her sudden words broke their eye contact. "Let's go eat before it gets cold. I'm hungry. Being celibate for so long is very taxing on a live-in wench."

Paul reached high above Andi's head and produced a large serving tray. Placing the hot bowls of soup on it, he reached into the corner where she had wedged the tin-opener and gathered plenty of bread from the storage bin.

"Five hours, that's long enough to tax your patience?" he asked. "....and if you're my live-in serving wench, how would you like to be paid? I've already made plenty of deposits into your central vault if you want sperm, or would you like to add 'prostitution' to our list of rôle-playing games?"

He wondered how she would manage the hot soup with the Lush buzzing inside her. Best to eat first before slipping off her jeans and pressing the toy into the delicious sanctuary where BigBear belonged.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

As they made their way back to the office she thought about Paul's comments.

"Well, as your live-in-serving-wench I'd like to be paid in sex, please, but as your prostitute that doesn't quite work? I'll have to think about it. Maybe new batteries for my toys every time I'm your whore? Will I dress up for it? Maybe you can send a text and book me? I can sneak out and then come back, knocking on your door dressed as a hooker? What do girls wear who do it professionally? You'll have to explain to me how it works. And I'll need a working name.

Andi sat in the usual hard chair by the desk as she ate her soup.

"What do you think of my cooking? Not bad, huh?" and she smiled at Paul. She was happy, loved, having fun, felt loved, was excited at all the possibilities of the future, was loved, happy, loved and feeling very happy.

"Actually, I think five continuous hours of celibacy while awake is a pretty good achievement of self control, though it is pretty tough going. We live-in-serving-wenches expect to be ravished a lot by the Master of the House."

Andi wondered what Paul had meant about the other thing he had in mind, to tell the world she was his. Did he want her to get a tattoo? Something written across her forehead? On her ankle? Her wrist? She thought tatts could be felt, a change in skin texture? Whatever it was, she was sure it was a good sign.

Nudging her present to him across the desk, still in it's shop paper bag, she asked, "can I see the paper? See what they said? See what photo they used?"

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul recalled the words she had used outside the office as he watched her balance the tray to eat.

prostitute whore hooker

He hadn't thought before using the first word as a throwaway tease. They made him uncomfortable, especially associating them with his vision of Andi's innocent purity. He smiled: the demanding woman in front of him was anything but pure and innocent. Even so, the negative images that each one held weren't right for his lover.

She wasn't his slut, his fuckmeat or his cumbucket. Yes, she was certainly his Sex Kitten, his Playtime Pussy and his Bear Cave, all things that he recalled describing her as before, but she would never be reduced to an object for him to use and cast aside. She enjoyed sex, celebrated and anticipated it. Whatever they did together, Paul was determined that it would all be done for her enjoyment. Especially if the 'performances' that Ché Tunstable staged were as close to the knuckle as Paul imagined. Naked, even touched by others, faking pleasure for the audience; but only he would play opposite her if the scene depicted imaginary copulation. On that, he was implacable.

"What do you think of my cooking? Not bad, huh?"

Her questions broke his introspection.

"Actually, I think five continuous hours of celibacy while awake is a pretty good achievement of self control, though it is pretty tough going. We live-in-serving-wenches expect to be ravished a lot by the Master of the House."

Yes, that was a better roleplay. A cosy Edwardian upstairs-downstairs thing. He knew her size, he'd held her often enough. Simple, tight maid's dress; short white apron; low shoes; bonnet. He imagined Andrea again in just apron and bonnet, cooking some simple meal like fish or a pie, her slender back and curvaceous bum open to his advances as she stood by the old-fashioned range.

She pushed a paper bag across the desk. He could tell that the contents had an irregular shape and that there was no other wrapping beneath the simple exterior.

"Can I see the paper? See what they said? See what photo they used?"

He reached into his drawer, next to the Lush, and retrieved the paper. It was folded back to an inside page.

Costume accident reveals shining new local star.​

The heading to the piece was clearly visible as he gave Andi the article to read. He recalled the words it contained.

Committed to her performance.

Unwilling to let her company down.

Bravely baring all for a few delightful moments.

Poised.

Defiant, yet alluring.​

The picture was of her slightly turned away, smiling back towards the camera.

He toyed with the item on his desk. A rounded body and elongated neck under a small pointed head. Even before he slipped it out of the bag, his fingers had sent the shape of a swan to his mind.

It was older than she, probably mass-produced in the late 70s when such decorative items adorned the nation's sideboards and mantlepieces. It had little material value, but he adored it. His little Swan.

He saw Andi's eyes reach the bottom of the review and lift to start from the top again.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

Andi flicked her glance across to Paul as he opened his present. She'd been reading the article, sort of, but was desperate to know if Paul liked her little gift.

She was beginning to get second thoughts. Paul was a man of experience and knowledge, he had taste. What would he want with a cheap knick knack that probably belonged in a car boot sale?

Her eyes picked out the headline, of course, she could hardly miss it, and the words Local Star rang loud in her mind and brought a sense of shame at accidentally eclipsing the talents and efforts of the real stars of the show. But her mind was on the little paper bag and Paul's reaction.

Glance returned to the article, she read it again, properly this time.

Ok. It wasn't as bad as she had first thought. It was more the story of an accident on stage changing a performance a bit, rather than a review of their play. So she needn't feel so bad for everyone else who had worked so hard. At least they seemed to think she looked nice naked. Alluring.

Andi looked again at Paul, her mind screaming at her to ask if he liked her swan, but she knew that would put him under pressure to let her down lightly. Paul was never cruel or hurtful. It was one of the many things she loved about him. Maybe when they both retired they would look back at their life together and ....

And what? Life together? She was eighteen years, for goodness sake. Was she really thinking she might have found her man already? Could she be that lucky? Would Paul still love her in a month's time when her knew her better? Would she have annoyed him too much? Demanded too much? Been too immature? Her eyes glazed with tears at the thought of losing him. She had to talk to Polly.

Blinking away the dampness before it could spill, she smiled.

"Wow, a star, huh? I haven't even done any acting yet! Oh well, I should retire while I'm ahead, don't you think? I'll never get such a good review again. Thankfully they liked looking at me. Maybe I actually look ok without clothes on? Can we keep this, maybe frame it before reality returns to the world and they find out I'm just Andi, newbie tea girl in the local theatre?"

At least the picture came out nicely.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Andi's eyes were moist again. Paul wondered what her recurring fear was, the one that would suddenly tip her from laughter to tears. They had hardly been apart since the end of last week, so she could hardly be missing him, he told her at every opportunity that he loved her and wanted to be with her for the rest of his life, he couldn't think of anything he might have said or done, so he was really at a loss.

She tried to hide her emotion and put on her brave face, but he could see through the wan smile.

He picked up two comments from her rapid monologue. "Maybe I actually look ok without clothes on? Can we keep this, maybe frame it?"

"You really don't get it, do you Andi? You're bloody gorgeous and I still can't believe you're in my life. I never want that to change, never want to live without you again. I love you and I will always love you. Until you stick me in a home for grumpy old Bears. Of course we'll keep your first ever review. Framed, in your flat or in the house."

Paul chuckled, "Maybe in the room I prepared for you that you never use."

He looked again into her beautiful, but misty, eyes.

"We've already had one misunderstanding about nonexistent older women and young boys. Don't ever think I'm going to run off with someone else when it's taken me thirty years to find my Princess."

He softly stroked the head of the swan. "This can go next to my bed, with your Malham photograph. Thank you, Andi, I love it."

Moving the ornament carefully along the desk, Paul stood and rounded the end of the furniture. He gently took the newspaper from Andi, knelt next to her and held both her hands in his as he leant forward to kiss her.

Rising back to his feet, he put the soup bowls back on the tray. It was pointless telling her to stay in the office while he washed up, not that he wanted her anywhere but by his side, but he was determined to prevent her from doing all the chores.

It was a pleasant afternoon for mid-November, perhaps they could walk up to the castle before this evening's performance.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

She smiled at Paul, her heart brimming over with love for him.

Didn't he get it? His opinion of her, his judgement, his steadfastness was never in doubt. The problem was her. Andi didn't trust herself not to drive him away. She wouldn't do it on purpose, but she'd simply fail to live up to the image of the wonderful girl he thought she was, though she knew she wasn't.

He kept trying to reassure her, but he didn't understand that he couldn't reassure her about who she was. She needed to talk to Polly, explain what terrified her, explain how she wasn't the nice girl Paul thought she was, how she didn't deserve his love.

Following Paul to the kitchen like an obedient serving wench, Andi blinked away the tears that threatened and focused instead on something much nicer.

"Hey, lover Bear, when are you going to slip that Lush vibrator inside me and see if the remote control works?"

Inside the kitchen she nudged Paul out of the way with her hip, no easy task given the difference in their sizes, and ran a bowl of warm soapy water to wash up. This was her domain.

She started singing her happy song again, pleased that Paul liked her swan, pleased that he'd frame her first review.

A thought struck her.

What would Paul think if she got a professional photographer to take her portait, full body, nude, large scale, to hang in his bedroom, maybe above his bed? A gift from her to him? Would he be upset? Jealous? Angry? Or would he like it?

Another thing to ask Polly. Maybe she'd come along as a chaperone?

Andi sang louder.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

Paul stood by the sink holding the tray of dirty crockery. He felt Andi nudging him sideways with all her negligible weight and reaching in to turn the tap on.

"Hey, Lover Bear, when are you going to slip that Lush vibrator inside me and see if the remote control works?"

She sang as the bowl filled, softly as first but with increasing volume as she succeeded in her aim of pushing Paul out of the way. So much for doing it himself, not allowing her to be his slave in real life, even as she took that rôle on the stage.

"Once we're done in here, you can sit on my desk with your legs apart or bend yourself right across it and afterwards you'll be able to feel for yourself if it's working properly."

It seemed to him that her singing became even louder, if that were possible, and she had the dishes clean in an instant. He had managed to secure the tea towel and he tried to dry as fast as she was washing, but it was impossible. As he put away the last spoon, she was already stood by the kitchen door. Was that a touch of impatience on her pretty face?

No sooner were they back in the office than she was sat on the corner of his desk, legs akimbo.

"Jeans?" was all Paul said, as he reached into the desk drawer for the Lush. He moved round to stand in front of the place where Andi had been sat as she hopped back off the furniture.

"Best get a move on before Polly and Mike get here. Let's see if they realise it's inside you."

Paul thought about who would be likely to arrive after that and how long the four of them might be undisturbed, if the toy drove Andi to crave more than just its vibrating stimulus. Perhaps, once the other couple were here, he should lock the main door. There would be at least a couple of hours for the three of them to give her as much enjoyment as she could handle.

He laughed loudly at the mental image.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

It was nice hearing Paul laugh, and Andi found herself joining in even though she had no idea what they were laughing at.

It didn't matter, though, as she sat on the desk again, naked from the waist down, knees wide apart, bent forward slightly as she tried to get as clear a view of what Paul was doing as he was getting himself.

"So aren't we going to tell Mike and Polly that I'm wearing this thing? Is going to be like a surprise, a kind of joke?"

Andi watched Paul, admiring his gentle certainty, so glad that he was experienced in handling a girl's anatomy.

"I suppose I should put my jeans back on, then?" she mused, not quite sure what the rules were now for her state of undress at the Theatre.

When she had first started she was following the normal and obvious conventions of discretion. But now everyone at the place had seen her naked, more than once. She had noticed how those not on stage in her Act had managed to get a good view from the wings on one night or other. She took it as a compliment.

And this little experiment was going to warm her up nicely for tonight's performance.

 

[TheWorldBuilder]

She was ready to welcome the bright pink toy. At the centre of her moist folds, Andi's lips had already begun to separate slightly. Paul popped the larger end of the device into his mouth for a second. With the thin coating of his saliva and her own juices he knew it would slip easily inside her, but he decided to take an extra precaution to ensure his beloved's comfort.

Sliding one thumb along her sensitive flesh until it was liberally covered in her secretions, he gently pushed it inside her to part her tender lips still further. Paul looked up into her eyes, loving that instant when her pupils dilated momentarily as she felt the first intrusion. Now his digit had possession of her he didn't want to break the contact, but he slowly withdrew and pressed the toy carefully within the opening instead.

"I suppose I should put my jeans back on, then?" Andi asked him as the Lush settled into place within her body.

He kept his voice light, but his diction was precise. "Unless you are behind a locked door with only the four of us, or you're on stage performing, you should be properly dressed unless I tell you otherwise. I know that four hundred of the local townsfolk have seen you naked, Andi, but you don't need to go strolling bare arsed along the canal towpath just to let the other fourteen thousand have a look."

He waited for her to dress and then opened his mobile's case. Activating the Lovense app, Paul waited for the connection to be made and then he briefly slid the on-screen slider part way up the lined scale and back down again, watching for her reaction.

"Be a darling and bring me some juice, would you?" he asked Andi, satisfied that the toy was under his control. "You could get yourself a drink, too."

He waited until she had almost reached the office door, then his finger swiped up the whole length of the BlackBerry's screen and held the control at maximum for ten seconds before reducing the intensity.

 

[AndreaSubbie]

"Oh!"

Andi doubled over at the sudden buzzing assaulting her from the inside. Thankfully she was already gripping the door handle which gave her support, while her other hand pressed between her legs, almost making it worse.

As the vibrating returned to a more bearable level she finally drew a breath, and panting turned to look at Paul, a scowl on her face but an amused glint in her eyes.

"You're a very naughty Bear!" she reprimanded, but made no moves or suggestions about removing the toy.

Andi pressed her hand again between her legs, making everything more comfortable inside her knickers, then stuck her tongue out at Paul and left the room to go get their drinks.

She'd been careful to arrange the flexible neck of the lush so that the little bead on its stalk nestled in just the right place on her front bottom. Maybe she'd been too accurate, because that jolt from Paul had nearly incapacitated her.

Andi had also been paying attention to the telling off Paul had given her. He demanded she dress properly at the Theatre. But he didn't say she couldn't be naked at home. And he also was letting her be undressed when Mike and Polly were around, so that was something. The idea of her walking naked along the tow path amused her, but she had a feeling it might actually be breaking some public decency law. It was a good thing that Strict Bear was there to keep her safe. Maybe he was also Safety Bear?