Sandra

by Arty

-oOo-

"Come on, you have to eat something."

"Why?"

"If you don't eat, you'll waste away and then who will I play badminton with?"

I smiled grimly. Our Badminton matches were legendary, neither of us were particularly good, but neither of us wanted to lose nor were either of us willing to give an inch. Points were contested as if lives depended on it; play was probably not the right word in this context, 'fought' had more of the right connotations.

"If you're not going to eat it then I'll just have to tickle you instead..."

"That's not fair!"

Sandra advanced on me fingers outstretched and wiggling, "All you have to do is eat. Look I'm a good cook, you like chilli; just eat it will you." Her smile faded and it was this, rather than her intended assault on my ticklishness, that made me take the first mouthful. Which was, of course, what she intended all along. Her face lit up with a smile to rival the sun. "Good"

Her smile was contagious and I smiled my first genuine smile and felt better.

"Thanks Sandy." Now that I had started to eat, I realised exactly how hungry I was. I couldn't remember the last time that I had eaten properly. Sandra smiled proprietarily as I started to wolf down her cooking.

-oOo-

"Come on, run!"

The rain that had been threatening all day finally happened and now Sandra and I were getting soaked. Laughing like maniacs we ran, hand in hand, for the shelter of a spreading Oak tree up ahead. We reached it and collapsed into each other's arms.

"Next time, perhaps, you'll listen to me and bring an umbrella."

"Next time, if you suggest an umbrella, I'll certainly listen."

"Are you doubting the word of a fair maiden, sir?"

Sandra took a step back and swooned theatrically. Which drew my attention to the fact that she was wearing a blouse that turned see-through when wet and that she wasn't wearing a bra. I stared at her with my mouth open, aware for the first time in months, of my growing erection. The lack of banter on my part alerted Sandra to the fact that my attention was elsewhere and when she realised what I was staring at she stepped towards me with a huge smile.

"At last! I was beginning to think I was losing my touch." And then she kissed me.

"Oh God, Sandra are you sure?"

"Shut up and kiss me you fool."

Always do what a lady tells you to do, is my motto and so I did. After a while my legs seemed to lose their ability to support my weight and I sank to the ground. But this was okay, as Sandra seemed to be having the same problem. Feverishly we kissed, my hands roamed over her back, Sandra was dragging my shirt off but her activities were hampered by her insistence on keeping our mouths locked together. Again we acted as one as we broke that second kiss and frantically undressed each other. As we dragged the last of our clothes off we fell together and, still synchronised, I entered her with one thrust.

"Ohhh Sandra."

Frantic now, we thrust together; too aroused for finesse and soon all too soon we screamed our release, uncaring of who might hear us. I tried to roll off her, but Sandra hugged me tight and we rolled, still joined, onto our sides. Sandra snuggled her head into my shoulder as I showered her with little kisses.

-oOo-

It was darker now and the rain had settled into a steady downpour. As it darkened outside the lights inside caused my reflection to become more and more visible. When it was fully dark, I stared at the face revealed to me. The rain on the window looked like tears; I lifted my hand and felt the wetness there. I don't remember how long I sat there staring. I must have slept or something, because the next thing I knew the scene before me had changed and it was morning.

The rain had stopped and watery sunlight was reflected in the puddles that dotted the pavements. I looked around me listlessly, I didn't want to be here, but the bed and breakfast in which I was staying wanted the rooms unoccupied during the day so that they could clean them. So for the next few hours I roamed the streets; I realised almost immediately that coming here was a mistake, there were too many happy couples, too many happy faces and too many memories.

-oOo-

I woke in her arms, the sun shone through the gap in the curtains and dust motes danced. I couldn't get the words out of my head, 'What a difference a day makes, twenty-four little hours…'. Outside I could hear birdsong and the bright sunlight was testament to the fact that the storm of yesterday had dissipated. Sandra snuggled close to me and hummed happily. I felt her hands stroking my chest and then my stomach; my anticipation grew, along with something else, as her caresses descended slowly down my body. Finally she reached her goal and I gasped.

"My, my, you are happy to see me this morning, aren't you?"

"What a difference a day makes…" I sang to her.

She smiled, "Do you know how long I've waited to hear you sing again?"

"… twenty-four little hours …" I continued, deliberately tuneless.

"Then again," she dived beneath the bedclothes and took me in her mouth. I groaned and stopped 'singing'. Spastically I pushed the sheets and blankets out of the way and she looked up at me mischievously. I groaned again as she lifted her mouth from me and she giggled as I arched my back to follow her mouth with my penis. "Don't worry I have other ideas for him." As she said this she straddled me and began to rub her sex against my dick. She leant forward and kissed me aggressively, our tongues duelled, first in my mouth and, as I grew more assertive, in hers. She broke the kiss and sat back on her heels.

"Wow. Now just lie back and 'think of England'." Gently she grasped me and holding me steady with one hand she knelt above me and lowered herself until I was resting just at her entrance. I could feel the heat pouring out of her and then I was engulfed in a veritable furnace as she sank slowly down until I was embedded fully. She groaned and collapsed forward onto me. After a while she gathered her strength and pushed up until she was, once more, sitting above me; her nipples were hard and her face and chest were flushed. It seemed that she needed a steadying hand or two so I raised my hands until I could grasp her breasts. I rolled her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and she moaned and writhed, doing wonderful things to my buried manhood.

Sandra had always considered offence to be the best defence, so she reached down and began to pinch my nipples, I gasped; it was like there was a direct connexion to my balls. I couldn't last much longer and so I began to thrust; both of us were gasping and moaning suddenly, almost without warning, I felt myself pour into her. Sandra seemed to feel it too and screamed her own release. I lowered her gently onto my chest and we rested like that for ages.

"I love you, Sandra."

"You don't have to say it, if you don't mean it."

"I do mean it, I love you."

"I love you too."

-oOo-

I'd reached the end of the promenade, but rather than turn back the way I had come I steeled myself and walked up to the turnstiles that marked the entrance to the pier. I paid my 50p and hoped the bored attendant wouldn't notice my tear-stained cheeks. What had I been thinking?

-oOo-

"Last one to the end is a rotten egg!" With that Sandra sprinted off towards the end of the pier.

"Keep the change!" I shouted at the attendant and sprinted after her. It was a losing battle, all through school she had been faster than I; had she been willing to give up half her life to the training she could have been a contender for the Olympics. Shrieking with laughter she reached the end of the pier dodged into the covered seating area.

Now that she had won, I decided that stealth was called for. I jogged along the pier, switching sides at the last moment. I didn't think that Sandy was watching, but just in case I sidled around the building towards the side that she had originally taken. Taking care to slow my breathing I crept towards the open front, I briefly considered the ludicrous picture that I presented, but then my competitive streak took over again. I reached the end of the sidewall and peered around it. Yes! She was crouching, facing the opposite direction waiting to pounce on me as I came from the direction that she last saw me take. I remembered something that I had read somewhere about Ninja training and hyperventilated quietly, the silence was punctuated by Sandy's breathing and her occasional, helpless, giggles. I held my breath and slid around the corner and walked silently towards her. I tapped her on the shoulder.

"Got ya!"

She screamed! My victory was total, at least if you forget my abject failure in reaching the end of the pier first.

"You swine! How did you do that?"

"Trade secret. So what's my prize for successfully surprising you?"

"Surprise? Scaring me half to death you mean!"

"Details, mere details," I pulled her towards me and wrapped my arms around her. "I claim a victory kiss." Matching my actions to my words I claimed my prize. At some point the universe must have ended and then been re-created as this could be the only explanation for everything being unchanged when we finally broke the kiss.

"I claim my prize for getting here first." This time she kissed me and only the sound of approaching footsteps prevented us from taking things further. With cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling she rested her head on my shoulder and we waited for our breathing to settle and the strength to return to our legs. We watched the sea as it sparkled in the winter sunshine. An older couple appeared from around the side, the women gave a small gasp of surprise.

"Oh! Sorry to disturb you, there isn't normally anyone here at this time of year."

"That's OK, we were just going anyway."

"Don't go on our account; we come here every year."

The man spoke, "This is where we met, it was the last day of my leave and I wasn't sure what to do with myself; then this vision of loveliness appeared before me and carried me off."

The woman punched the man gently. "Oh you!"

"Fifty years we've been coming here haven't missed a year since our first meeting."

Sandra smiled in delight, "That's wonderful, perhaps we'll see you next year then?"

"We'll be here, if you're here you'll see us."

Leaving them to their private celebration we walked back towards the promenade and the sea front.

"Wow! Fifty years, that's amazing."

I kissed her nose. "Do we have a date for next year then?"

"Why not? Whatever happens, we'll meet at the end of the pier on this day come rain or shine, fair weather or foul, we'll be here."

Another soul-searing kiss sealed the bargain.

-oOo-

Christ! It was only a week; I could've waited a week. But no, stubborn and pig-headed are my middle names. The memory of that last argument was still fresh even after all this time; I shuddered as the memories evoked fresh feelings of shame. Sandy hadn't asked much of me, just that I love her and spend an hour or two at the end of the pier on one special day every year and I couldn't even do that.

Of course I hadn't seen how hurt she had been, I was still secure in her love for me. So off I went on the assignment of a lifetime. A postcard from Sandy was waiting for me when I returned. 'I waited but you didn't come.' There was no name and nor was one necessary. I was going to go to her and apologise but then there was another assignment and another and before I knew it months had passed and then it was too late. I heard that she had met someone else.

I reached the end of the pier and stood at the railings I looked out at across the sea. The storm of yesterday had left its mark and the waves crashed against the palings and shook the pier. I wondered if it would collapse and then I realised that I didn't really care. I held onto the railings as the waves crashed and the gulls wheeled and considered another year without her and new that I couldn't go on. Losing her was one thing, but driving her away, as I realised I had done, was too much to bear.

I gave myself to the blackness that had been threatening to engulf me and great tearing sobs were wrenched from me. And then the rain started. I turned to walk back to the seafront and there she was sitting in the shelter. I'd been seeing her face everywhere for weeks now; I'd even called her name I'd been so sure that it was she, but each time I did I would see only bewilderment cross the features of each woman that I accosted so and now I tried not to do it any more.

"Sandy? Oh God Sandy? Is it really you?"

I fell to my knees and wept not believing that it really was Sandy; I was so far gone in my misery that I was sure I was still hallucinating.

"Come in out of the rain! I haven't been waiting here all day for you, only to have you catching pneumonia!"

"Sandy!" She dragged me into the shelter out of the rain and sat me down.

"I'm supposed to be getting married now."

"I know; your mother told me, I didn't want to spoil your wedding day so I came here to the last place where I was happy, instead. Why are you here? You deserve someone who will care for you and not take you for granted and isn't a selfish bastard."

"I deserve someone that loves me."

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

"I don't deserve you."

"That's true, but we'll work on it."

The squall of rain had passed and the watery winter sun shone. Sandy looked at me critically, "You've not been taking care of yourself very well have you?"

"There didn't seem any point. Before when I felt like this, at least I could say that it wasn't entirely my fault, but this time I knew I'd done it to myself and it made it ten times worse. And I knew I was being a selfish bastard, but there didn't seem anyway out… Oh God Sandy I'm so sorry. How can you possibly care for me? I treat you like shit; I'm selfish; I say 'I love you' and then I can't even spend a day at the seaside for you. And I'm still being selfish wallowing in self-pity…"

I lapsed into silence.

"Well I do, so I'll just have to teach you some manners won't I? And your first lesson is to stop feeling sorry for yourself and kiss me you bastard!" Her face was lit up with a smile taking the sting from her harsh words, but the need that drove her to say them was there in her eyes. So I did.

"I told you they'd be back together by the next year."

We turned to see the elderly couple, they smiled at us and their eyes twinkled as they turned to each other the love evident in their gaze.

Sandy and I turned to leave. "See you next year."

-Fin-