Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 49

The PC then asked if, as accused, we had knowingly broken any of Rigsby’s tenancy rules. No point lying. We admitted we had had ‘sleepovers,’ against his wishes, but that we had previously taken legal advice (stretching the truth a little there), and that he was not legally allowed to enforce such a rule. The police officer agreed that was the case, so long as Jayne had a legal tenancy, with a rent book, which she did, she was free to have whoever she wanted in her apartment, whenever she wanted, day or night.

Although he could not admit it, I could tell the constable was just going through the motions, as was required of him, that it was a malicious complaint, probably with the aim of scaring Jayne into submission (it had certainly scared her). He said he would speak again to Rigsby before he left, advise him of what was just confirmed with us, and suggest he take his own legal advice regarding his rights as a landlord, and those of his tenants. Although it would seem ‘we’ were in the right, I was still very concerned that there would be repercussions and was afraid that Jayne would suffer for it after I was posted. A solution to that fear unexpectedly came later that day.

The following week would be the graduation ceremony, marking the formal end of our course and our promotions. We were allowed to invite a number of guests to attend the event, to support us. In addition to Jayne, I had asked my parents if they wished to attend, and they had accepted the offer. They had decided to make a short break out of it and were driving here later that day and staying in a local hotel until the graduation, the following Wednesday. Indeed, Jayne and I were due to join them for a meal that evening and a day out ‘sightseeing’ the following day.

They had already met Jayne, we had visited them a couple of times over the past few months, and they liked her. They were really pleased when I told them we were going to stay a couple and live together at my next duty station (Mum admitted she would have preferred we got married, but that is Mums the world over for you I guess.)

We met with my olds, as arranged. Shared hugs and kisses all around, and enjoyed a wonderful meal, while we caught up on each others news and gossip. Inevitably the events of the previous night and that morning came up. Much to the amusement of my father and the disgust of Mum. When, later, the ladies went for a pit stop, Dad quizzed me further on what happened, and I gave him the full, unabridged story. I also shared my concern over the possible backlash Jayne faced, given Rigsby’s character and history. He agreed I was right to be worried and mysteriously said to “Leave it with me.”

The following morning, I caught the bus into town and Jayne’s gaff, from where my parents picked us up in their car. We drove through the countryside, for about an hour, to a popular ‘picturesque’ village my olds had always wanted to visit. We spent a very pleasant couple of hours exploring the cobbled streets and knickknack shops, before finding a hostelry for a pub lunch.

Food finished, my dad put on his serious face and announced “Right. Your mum and I have been talking….” Basically, they, like me, were concerned about Jayne’s ongoing safety and comfort (They had actually seen her bedsit on a previous visit and were not impressed then either.) They were happy to offer Jayne a roof over her head, until such time as we sorted out our own place. They had a spare room, my elder sister was long since married and flown the coup and my younger brother, whether he liked it or not, would move into the small, third bedroom. Apparently, he was hardly there these days anyway, being either out at college or staying over at his own girlfriend's place. This meant “we” could have the larger back bedroom as “ours.”

I glanced at Jayne. She was nodding her head furiously. She was terrified she would go ‘home’ one day and find her stuff in the front yard, after our ‘disagreement’ with the landlord. This option would provide a safe haven for her. As an added bonus, it would be much, much easier for me to get there, for my off-duty days, than to our current location. Win, win. The only downside was she would have to quit her job. But dad was confident there were plenty of job opportunities in their locality, where she could find something to tie her over temporarily, until she moved in with me.

It was settled that quickly. Dad would borrow a friend’s van that next weekend and move Jayne. I would be at my new duty base by then but would come to them as soon as possible thereafter. I was actually quite surprised that Mum and Dad were being so relaxed about this. By offering “us” a room together, they were obviously accepting of the fact that we would be having a sexual relationship under their roof. They, particularly my mum, used to be quite old fashioned in that respect. They had also seemed quite easy that my brother was apparently fucking his girl regularly too. They had obviously mellowed with age.

Graduation day came. Wearing our dress uniforms, pressed and polished to the extreme, we were presented with our diplomas and shiny new stripes, and posed for the obligatory ‘grinning grip’ photograph with the presenting staff officer. Graduates and guests then enjoyed a complimentary buffet lunch and bar, to round off the ceremony. Straight after the event ended, the olds said their goodbyes, arranged to meet Jayne for the move that weekend, and headed for home, to evict my poor brother from his room.

The following day I would need to travel to my new base. That meant Jayne and I had one more night together for an unspecified period of time, until I knew my new duty schedule, I had no idea, it could be many weeks, even months if those duties included an out of area deployment. Once I had changed and finished packing my kit, I told Jayne we should go to her place, and fuck what Rigsby thought. There was nothing to lose now. Another surprise. “No need,” said Jayne “I have booked us into the hotel you parents were at, for tonight. I want your body.”

It was to be a night of two halves. It started with long, slow, and passionate. We had reached a pivotal moment in our relationship. We were moving on from the months of erratic, grab sex where and when you can, towards a true life as a couple, with a shared abode, albeit temporary to start with. We were in love, had made the strongest commitment to each other that we could, at that moment in time. Alone in that big, comfortable bed, it felt as if we had all the time in the world, and when we joined, as man and woman, we showed each other our feelings through beautiful love making: Long sensuous foreplay, gentle penetration and hours of penis in vagina stimulation, until we finally hit gold, and orgasmed virtually simultaneously, before falling into a deep sleep, still coupled.

Then, when we woke in the morning, still naked in each other’s arms, the realisation that this would be our last opportunity for a while hit, so we frantically set about trying to fit a quart into a pint pot. Jayne grasped my flaccid member and fondled it firmly until it too woke from its slumber and rose to the occasion. Once I was fully hard, she wasted no time and kneeled astride my chest and took me deep into her mouth, at the same time presenting me with her fanny, so I could join her in oral play.

As she licked and sucked on my rigid cock, I performed reciprocal actions on her vulva. We giggled like a pair of teenagers, as we waged and unspoken contest to see who could make the other cum first. Jayne frantically bobbed her head up and down, her lips sealed on the top of my cock, whilst furiously rubbing its base with a free hand. I, in turn, sucked nibbled and licked on her puffy labia and clitoris.

Soon, I could feel myself nearing release, so doubled down my efforts to be the winner. Plunging two fingers into her dripping vagina, I rubbed on her G-spot and started blowing raspberries and ‘humming’ on her clit, as if I were playing a bugle. I had read about this technique but never tried it before and it worked a treat, sealing my win, as Jayne climaxed, with a long, loud expulsion of breath.

My victory was, however, by the smallest of margins. Jayne had managed to keep going at my cock through her orgasm, and almost as if a switch had been thrown, I could no longer hold back, and shot my bolt without warning Jayne, straight into her mouth. I at once readied myself for the expected bollocking, but uniquely on that occasion, she said nothing. In fact, she continued to suck and lick at me, eking every drop of my cum from my cock and I am sure, for the first and last time ever, swallowing it hungrily.

As we took a breather, we laughed together at the absurdity of our ‘contest’ but agreed to call it a draw. Jayne was not finished with me yet though. As soon as she had regained her composure, she again started to tease my cock back to life, something that does not always work with me, but she was determined, and by adding a bit more oral stimulation, succeeded in short order.

Not willing to risk wasting what she had achieved, Jayne at once straddled me and fed my revived dick into her, with a loud groan of satisfaction. I just let her get on with it, setting her own pace. When she got into a rhythm, I simply matched her motions, thrusting up to meet the bottom of her stroke, penetrating her deeper than I thought possible. The tip of my cock was hitting something inside at each stroke, making her yelp and groan at each touch, driving her faster and faster towards another blessed release. It did not take much longer until she was growling and shuddering in orgasm once more, collapsing forward onto my chest.

I would have been quite content with just the early morning blow job, but having been bought back to life again, I too needed more myself now. When Jayne’s breathing returned to normal, I slapped her playfully on the arse and told her, “Go doggie for me.” Her immediate response was to ‘woof and bark’ at me, but she climbed off me and assumed the position, on hands and knees, at the edge of the bed, as I gently stroked my cock to maintain my erection, as if afraid I would lose it. When Jayne was comfortably in place, I moved behind her, parted her with my fingers, and slid my dick straight back in. Then, grasping her hips firmly, proceeded to pound her hard from behind. The different sensations of rear entry always bought me off quickly, and this time was no exception. After only a few more minutes thrusting I boiled over and released what semen I had left into Jayne’s vagina. We were both now sexually replete, and just spent the next hour, flopped on the bed recovering, gently stroking an caressing each other, our morning session complete.

All to soon, it was time for me to head back to base, to grab my gear, and catch transport for my journey to my new unit. We showered (alone or we would have got nowhere), dressed and grabbed a quick breakfast and a taxi back to Jayne’s place. She was supposed to be working her notice at her job. But had already missed yesterday for my pass out and had decided to ‘bunk off’ the rest of it and sacrifice the weeks wages instead.

When we could leave it no longer, I had to leave. Jayne started sobbing. It was not only our parting upsetting her, but she also really did not want to stay in that flat alone a moment longer. At that stage, the only real thing I could do was to offer to pay for her to return to the hotel, or find a guest house, for her last three nights. But after a few minutes considering it, and talking it through, she accepted that was impractical. She needed to be there to pack her own stuff ready for the move at the weekend. She would brave it out, keep her head down, her door locked and a heavy object beside her bed!

With a final embrace and kiss, I turned and left the flat, hearing the door close and the lock turn behind me. I had ‘been here’ several times previously, and it had always ended in heartbreak. This time it would be different. This time I would ‘get the girl,’ for keeps.

I will perhaps tell you about it if I am spared a bit longer!