CHAPTER 24: The Virgin Returns, Part 1
I check my contacts and tap the right one on my phone.
After a few moments, it connects, and I hear my favourite voice.
“Charlotte! How lovely to hear from you. How are you?
“I’m fine Master. How are you?”
“All the better for hearing from you. What can I do for my favourite ex-virgin?”
“Well I’m taking a few days off, and I was wondering… are you and Michael free this weekend?”
There is a pause. “I am certainly free for you, Charlotte. And I don’t doubt that Michael will make himself available. For the avoidance of doubt, can I ask why?”
"I’d just like to spend some time with you again.”
There is another pause. “Just time, or for…more? Don’t misunderstand. I just want to be sure that I am not making any assumptions.”
“Oh, I’d like us all to have some fun together, Master.”
There is a definite upturn in my Master’s voice. I can almost hear him smiling. “Alright, Charlotte. So how would you like to spend the weekend? Just with me and Michael or…” His voice trails off, hinting at the adventures my Master led me down the first time we met.
“I’d like to spend time with the two of you Master, but I’ll admit, I’d like to play some games as well. That night you took me to the club, that was so exciting.”
“I’ll see what we can do.”
“Can you pick me up from the train station?”
“Of course I can.”
As I step from the train, I see my Master and Michael waiting on the platform. My Master, with his tall lean figure, has a slight curve to his lips. Michael, sun shining through his golden hair like a halo, wears a broad smile, lighting up his whole face.
They stride forward, and Michael sweeps me up in his arms, almost lifting me off my feet in his enthusiasm and kissing me soundly. My Master is a little more circumspect, hand on my shoulder, kissing me lightly on the cheek in benevolent style.
“I’d love to kiss you like that too,” he murmurs in my ear, “But let’s save your blushes while we’re in public eh?”
I kiss him back. A peck on the cheek also, little girl style. “Thank you, Master.”
He picks up my suitcase while Michael links arms with me, walking me through the station to the car park. He strides with a swing; a man whose personal sun is shining, and whose skies are blue. He doesn’t say much, but of course, Michael never does.
In the car, my Master driving, we chat.
“So why are you here Charlotte? I was sure that you would have a boyfriend now, or even several boyfriends.” He winks at me and grins.
“I did try it. I’ve had a few dates and… more. But it was all a bit boring. After the time I had with you and Michael, well, nothing compared to that and I wondered if you might like to…”
Michael reaches from the back seat, stroking the side of my face, interrupting me. “We would love to Charlotte. We just want to be sure that we are not interfering with your ‘real life’.”
I think that is about the most words in sequence, I have ever heard Michael speak.
“What’s real life? The time I had with the two of you feels realer to me than anything I’ve done since.”
Then I notice… “Master. Haven’t we just missed the turn-off? For the hotel, I mean?”
“We’re not going to the hotel. We thought we’d make the weekend a bit more special than that.” He looks a bit smug.
“Where are we going then?”
“You remember that restaurant up in the mountains? Overlooking the lake? They do cabins. We’ve booked one of those.”
“Oooh. Lovely!” Images of a real log fire and fur rugs in front of glowing flames spring to mind.
The cabin is everything I could have wished. Set on a mountainside under the pines, but overlooking rolling grassy slopes, to a lake sparkling blue in brilliant sunlight.
Inside, the fire is already alight as we arrive. The interior is warm and homely and - yes - there is even a fur rug in front of the fire; a very large fur rug. Large enough for three people to roll around on.
I am tired after travelling most of the day, but ten minutes in a steamy shower and I feel human again. In the wet room, I make another discovery; an enormous jacuzzi, easily big enough to take a dozen people. The thought of frolicking in there with my Master and Michael, leaves me sucking my lips in anticipation. I laugh inwardly, as I realise that just thinking about it has left me with pussy warm and wet.
Enveloped in a white towelling robe I wander into the lounge. My Master is in the kitchen, chopping vegetables from the sound of things. Michael is in the lounge, leaning against the hearth and staring into the fire.
“Penny for them?”
“I like watching the pictures in the flames,” he says. “I always did, from being a little boy.”
His eyes, lambent in the flickering amber light, hold me. “Thank you for coming back to us.”
I stand close to him, reaching to kiss him. He leans into the kiss, mouth slightly open, soft-lipped and warm. One hand slips around the back of my head, entwining with my hair. The other hand laces with my own, our fingers meshing.
I kiss his neck, and the musky scented skin below, through the open top of his white shirt, then, slipping off the robe, I slide down on to my knees. Michael’s jeans are bulging. I stroke him through the fabric, then release his shaft, kissing away the droplet at the tip.
He breathes a deep, shuddering sigh, standing, eyes closed, head slightly tipped back, his hands caressing my head.
Taking the head into my mouth, I caress it with my tongue, firming the shaft with my hand and sucking gently. The deep pulse from the base throbs into my mouth and the droplet becomes a liquid stream, bitter-sweet and warm.
Michael’s breathing is slow and steady but deepening and his fingers twist into my hair, his grip tightening on me.