There was no immediate repeat of the late night tit-sucking and wanking session, I went back north to work, Lucy went to London to be a journalist and we saw each other mostly at Christmas and the odd wedding. But we kept in touch and I would get the occasional late night phone call. Sometimes they were long, lurid and detailed and I got into the habit of keeping a box of tissues near the phone, sometimes less so: "Hey, s'mee" "Hi" "I got a bloke and a KFC". "Sounds like a good night so far" "Yeah, but do we eat the KFC then fuck on a full stomach, or do I fuck him and then eat the KFC cold ?" "Do you own a microwave ?" "I fucking knew you'd think of something. I love you". "I love you too hun, now go and get fucked". There was a small flat warming to which I took Gail (ex) and Keith, walking back from the pub he rather charmingly asked if I'd mind if he asked Gail out which I had no problem with. By 2am there were only the 4 of us left, we were all supposed to be in sleeping bags on the living room floor but they looked like they wouldn't mind some privacy so I poked my head round Lucy's door. "Got room for a little one ?" "Yeah, jump in. Just a chat mind". I climbed into bed and snuggled up alongside. She was wearing a pj top and shorts. "I suppose a shag's out of the question ?" "Correct. Full marks for trying though" "Bugger. Out of curiosity, and given that we've both got at least partial carnal knowledge of each other, why not exactly ?" "Because you collect women like my dad collects tropical fish. Got, got, want, got..." "Ouch" "It's true though, you fuck girls for sport. I can't imagine you're screwing all those middle-aged women in the hope that one of them might run off with you. It can't even be the thrill of the chase because you mostly only go for dead certs." "Cutting but true". "I've fucked a lot of blokes but only ones I fancy and think might go somewhere." "What about the married guy on the A16 ?" "Ok, and one married bloke when I was drunk" "Can I have a cuddle ?" "Yes". We spooned. I snuck my hand up her pj top and cupped her breast. "For fuck's sake !" "Top half only, I promise" "Night Steve" "Night hun" We drifted off to the gentle rhythmic creaking of Keith trying to fuck Gail quietly on a knackered settee next door. When I woke my hand was still on her tit, the top had ridden up and they were both in full view. I was instantly hard and pushed it against her thigh. "Morning babe" she murmured "you can put that away for a start". "Aw. Can't you take care of it" She gave an exasperated sigh. "Fucking hell. Anything for a quiet life" and pulled her top over her head. "You can have a tit wank". Wahay ! My boxers were off in a flash, my morning glory springing out. She pushed her boobs together with her arms and opened her legs. I lay between them, pulled myself up and nestled my cock in her cleavage. Slowly I began to thrust, she gently kissed my chest and stomach as I fucked her gorgeous tits. I lasted longer than last time but soon I was about to unload. "Where d'you want it" "I love the way you whisper these sweet words of love babe, you're a proper fucking Romeo. Wherever." I lifted myself right up on my hands and watched as a decent amount of jizz shot all over her neck and chin. "Mmm, my morning appetizer" she giggled as she wiped it off and licked her fingers. I stayed where I was, my cock inches from her mouth. She looked at me, leaned up, and took the very tip in her lips, licking the last few drops of cum off. "There. You've got a bit further. You can make my bedpost notch a little bit deeper when you get home."