Once lunch was over, Andy pulled his truck to the back of the caravan of cars headed to the jewelry store. Grace had the directions pulled up in the navigation system in Jake’s car, and he was moving with purpose to their destination. Andy got caught at a series of lights that had them far behind the rest of the group. He smiled at Sara, made the next light, and then turned into a parking garage. Down they drove, until they were in the bottom level of the garage. This structure belonged to an office building — now very vacant on the weekend. They had not seen a single car for two levels before this one. Andy found a corner spot, with a large concrete column on one side and the wall on the other. He smiled at Sara as he backed his truck in. Reaching under the back seat, Andy pulled out a sunshade. Quickly opening it, he had it secured in the front windshield in seconds. He turned and smiled at Sara.
“Panties off, Mrs. DeGroat. That lovely mind of yours has me so hot for you I can’t stand it anymore,” he said huskily.
She giggled, and undid the top three buttons on her sundress. She looked in his eyes as she undid the front clasp of her bra. Andy groaned as she slowly freed her lovely breasts from their captivity. Never breaking eye contact, she slid her panties off and put them under Andy’s nose. He could smell her need.
“Baby, I’m so wet for you. Open the sunroof please. I have a feeling I may be quite energetic,” she said coyly.
He turned the key to the auxiliary position, and opened the sunroof.
Sara reached over and unbuttoned his shorts. “Shirt off,” she commanded. “I love feeling my nipples on your chest. Baby, you’ve got them hard as stone.”
Andy’s hardness sprung from his shorts, causing Sara to lick her lips. “And baby, that’s not all that’s hard. Damn.”
Andy watched, absolutely entranced as Sara moved from her seat to sit astride him. She did so without a hint of awkwardness, or gracelessness. Her movements were worthy of her form. Andy was not sure why Yeats’ words popped into his head, but they were in the forefront of his mind as she leaned forward and kissed him. He chuckled.
She pulled back and looked at him. “What’s so funny?” she smiled.
“W.B. Yeats. The Irish poet,” replied a smiling Andy.
Her expression changed. “I thought he was kind of depressing. We’re about to make love in a parking garage and you’ve got a depressed Irishman going through your mind?”
He leaned forward and kissed her. When he was done, he looked into her eyes and quoted the poem, “‘Her movements were worthy of her form.’ That’s the Yeats that comes to mind every time I watch you do anything. Bellissima, you are such a stunning woman. I love how Alex says, ‘Her mind is nimble.’ Everything about you is nimble. You made an historically awkward move look sensual and graceful. Damn lady,” he said with love and admiration showing on his face.
She smiled back at him. “You are so sweet to me, Andy. I love you.” As she spoke, she grabbed his manhood and put him at the edge of her slit. She rubbed the head up and down, and he moaned as he felt her wetness. She moved up, and then impaled herself on his iron rod.
“Yessss,” they both hissed. She began to move up and down him slowly, flexing her Kegel muscles hard as she did so. Andy kissed her again, and pulled her back to him in the reclined driver’s seat.
“Nice and slow my love. Grace won’t even know we’re gone,” he whispered.
“Mmm,” she replied. She sat up a bit, and gave him one of her engorged nipples. Andy hungrily engulfed the offered delight. She moaned as he drove her crazy with her tongue.
She leaned forward and whispered to him, “Andy, do you know what’s going to happen in the spring of our senior year?”
He shook his head no.
“Three amazing things. First, you have a birthday. Second, Eden and I are going to win our fourth national championship in 8’s. But baby, the best thing is the last thing. We’re going to make a baby.”
He groaned and started to increase his thrusting. She kissed him and shook her head no, smiling at him as she did so.
“We’ll go to Paris for spring break. We’ll rent an apartment, and open the windows to make love in the afternoon sun. And Andy, you’re going to put a baby in me when we’re in Paris. My favorite man in my favorite city. God baby, it makes me so hot thinking of you filling me with that big, beautiful dick of yours. I’m gonna cum so hard for you. Mmmm,” she trailed off as her own pleasure overtook her. Slowly, her talk resumed.
“Baby, when we walk across the stage for graduation, my diploma will have your last name on it. And I’ll have your baby in me, growing in my body. And that baby will be so loved. They will be so safe with their momma and daddy. I love you, Andy. I love our life,” she moaned.
Sara’s own need had overtaken her. She leaned back and put her hands above her head, exposing her glorious breasts in a highly erotic way. Andy loved it when she did that. She looked at him and smiled, knowing exactly what she was doing to him. Their rhythm increased, as did the sound coming from both. Sara’s whole body began to shake, and Andy drove his hips up and held them there as he emptied himself in his fiancé. Sara’s upper chest and neck were now flushed and splotchy, as the pleasure continued to course through her body. Andy lowered his hips, and Sara collapsed forward into his arms.
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20 minutes later they walked into the jewelry store. Alex and Jessica were standing back a bit from the group, who were admiring both the glow on Grace’s finger, and on her face. Jessica saw them walk in, and burst into laughter. Andy and Sara walked over to her sheepishly, and Jessica gave her brother a kiss on the cheek.
“You two are about as subtle as a damn sledgehammer,” she said with raised eyebrows. Alex added something in Russian, and Andy and Jess both laughed.
“Alex said they would have done the same thing if not for their passengers,” said a grinning Andy.
Jessica hugged Sara, and whispered to her. “You’ve got plenty of time for babies, Sara. My little brother isn’t going anywhere without you.”
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The rest of the afternoon flew by. Jen Land joined them as the purchase of the ring was being finalized. Packing the Moses house was progressing just fine; the moving company was doing the lion’s share of the work. Linda’s sister and her husband had come to help John deal with the last of his late wife’s things. Jen had wisely decided that making herself scarce was probably a good idea. Their relationship was new, and she had yet to meet any of John’s extended family or in-laws. Wading into the waters of what to do with his deceased wife’s things was not something she felt the need to do.
When they headed to Colton, Andy texted John, and he met them — with Marty in tow, and led the tour. Sara was amazed at how much of this part of Andy’s life she knew nothing about, and how much he simply neglected to tell her. She knew it wasn’t false modesty or misplaced pride that kept him mum on this point. He wasn’t being unnecessarily secretive. This was an entirely separate life. He was very different now than he had been as a young man. The wisdom and experience gained had come at a high price, and it was dear to him. In fact, it was now central to who he was. The Broquard’s and O’Leary’s met them, and the trip down nostalgia lane commenced.