Over the next few days, Oliver became something of a fixture.

He and George would meet up after work, for a drink, or a burger maybe, and eventually find their way back to her place. He'd offered to take her home with him, but she didn't feel comfortable with that, so they stuck with what worked.

And what worked was mostly looking after each other in a general sense, but looking after themselves in an intimate sense. George was still figuring out where she needed to stop, but what they did do was thoroughly comfortable. Neither of them was shy or hesitant, and the orgasms were frequent and strong for them both. Ollie would never have classed himself as an exhibitionist, but he liked to perform for George, and she seemed to be born to it, as carefree as he thought possible, so long as he kept his hands-and his cock-somewhat to himself.

He was more than happy to let George do whatever she wanted though, and he frequently woke to find her knickers and her hand wrapped carefully around his erection. He loved it.

A couple of weeks went by, and Georgia had been back to see her therapist more than once. She and Ollie were in bed early on Saturday morning. They had been out to a bit of a party the night before, and while they had managed to get naked, they had both been too tired to take it any further, and fell asleep in a tangled heap. Now, in the morning light, after both of them had rushed to the bathroom, they lay on top of the covers, side by side, both on their backs.

George lifted her head, and leaned over to kiss Ollie on the mouth. "Weekends are so different with you."

He turned his head to face her, and grinned. "Lazy, you mean?"

"Relaxed. Comfortable."

"Idle, George."

"Sometimes." She reached over and took his cock, soft for a change, into her hand. "Sometimes it gets a little more active."

He stiffened a little at her touch, and grinned again. "In the best possible way."

"Oh," she said, stroking still, "this isn't the best way."

"I'm not about to complain."

"No." She kissed him again, but kept stroking. "I like that."

"I like that. You realise, even if we move on to other things, I'm always going to want you to do that. And to show me how you get off."

"Yeah?"

He twitched. "Oh, yeah."

"Good, because I like doing this, and I like showing you. I'm glad you're not a lights-off kind of guy."

"You're gorgeous, George. I never want to turn the lights off."

"That's your cock talking."

"It has a hell of a vocabulary, then."

"That's all we need. A talkative barometer."

"You're the one winding it up!"

"Yeah. Hey, wait there a minute Ollie, will you?"

"Where are you going?"

"Bathroom. "

"Again?"

"Oh, and leave that alone, alright? You'll wear it out."

"Tease."

"Oh, come on. I'll just be a minute, okay?" They were both grinning again. They did that a lot. Georgia climbed off the bed, and wiggled her bare ass at him, then turned her head to poke her tongue out at him. "That's just to keep you going."

"See?"

"I'll make it up to you, mister. Oh, wait, it's already up!"

He lay with his eyes closed, his cock hard and his mind on how lucky he was. She really wasn't long at all, and he looked up to see George walking back towards him, a mischievous grin on her face. He stopped thinking around then.

George jumped back on the bed, but instead of lying back beside Ollie, she climbed up and sat astride him, across his thighs, enjoying the display she created.

Ollie went to lift his head to look more closely, but she leaned forward, pressing his now definitely twitching cock to his stomach, and took his hands in hers, stroking his fingertips for a moment before making it clear that she wanted his hands on her breasts. Ollie didn't hesitate, and took both breasts in his hands. His face looked more excited, and George could feel him twitch beneath her. She was at least as aroused as he was, and she leaned further forward, kissing Ollie's chest as he caressed her breasts.

"What the fuck has come over you?" Oliver asked, a little breathless.

"Well, you have, a couple of times now."

"Hmmm..."

"You don't have the best aim, when you get excited." George moved then, as though she'd made some sort of decision, moving forward further, and pressing her body to his, her stomach against his cock, so she could kiss his mouth, and he reacted just the way you'd expect, moving faster beneath her. She stopped him. "Oh, hold on, wait, don't do that. Don't... don't finish like that."

"No?"

"Uh uh. Listen... God, you are lovely. Could I ask you a favour? Oh, probably two."

Ollie returned the kiss. "I appear to be imprisoned. How could I possibly turn you down?"

"Good point. Like the one that's prodding me."

"I'm not going to apologise this time."

"Good." Another kiss, and then she lifted her face so they could see each other. "Listen, the first favour is that I want the chance to do something, but I want to be able to back out. At any moment. Deal?"

"Oh, sweetheart, of course. Any time. You know."

"I still needed to ask." Her eyes were glittery with tears when they kissed again.

"You don't need to, George..."

"Yes. Yes, I do. Let me ask the other favour."

"Okay. Anything. "

She pulled herself up, so she was straddling him again, her pubic mound pressed against the base of his cock, his erection jutting, twitching, with a drop of moisture on the end. She reached down on the bed beside him, and then removed his hands from her breasts.

Taking his right hand in both of hers, she put something in his hand, and folded his fingers over it, then smiled, eyes still glittery with near tears, and let him go.

He opened his hand, saw the condom in it, and looked back up at her, questions in his face.

"Oliver, favour number two. If I ask nicely, and promise not to be too rough, would you let me fuck you?"

"Oh, Georgia, you don't need to do this, either."

"Don't need to. Do want to. Mostly. That's why I need favour one."

"C'mere, you." She leaned down and kissed him again, and then he whispered in her ear. "Fuck me, George?"

She sighed, and her body seemed to relax. "And I can..."

"Anything. Okay, probably not another guy. Really I only ever said that to get your attent..."

"Shuddup!"

"Yes, Ma'am."

"You know how to use that thing, mister?"

"Oh, I sure do!"

"No, not that! Boys! The condom."

"Mmhmmm..."

"No, actually, let me do it?" She sat up again, her movements making him twitch again. "You going to be alright?"

"Uh huh."

"Alright. Thanks. L-word you." She tore the wrapper open with her teeth, extracted the condom, and rolled it gently down the length of him. "Oh, sit still."

"One question first, Mistress Mine?"

"You are the chattiest prisoner ever. What now?"

"Umm... if you're... you know... slightly nervous, maybe... are you going to...umm..."

"What? Oh! You're asking if I'm lubricated?"

"Yeah. That."

"Thoughtful, as always." Lifting herself up on her knees, partly to get access, and mostly so he could see, she curled her index finger down and inserted it inside herself, quivering a little with the movement. "I'll... Oh... I'll be just fine."

"God!"

"No, it's just me. It's George. I just look like God from where you are."

"You do."

"By the way, don't think I didn't notice your slip before."

"Slip?"

"You called me Georgia."

"You were taunting me."

"Nonsense. I'm taunting you now."

"Still."

"Hey? Ollie?"

"Mmhmmm?"

"Oliver, I..." She pressed against his cock again, and as they chatted, she used her hand to spread herself a little, and slid herself against the solidity of his cock. "I don't think... I don't think I'm going to need favour number one."

"No?"

"Uh uh." She started to move against him in earnest. "I'm serious about favour two though."

"Oh, good. Both."

"Shut up for a second."

George closed her eyes, pulled his hands to her breasts again, and lifted herself, sliding up the length of his cock, feeling the tip of him notch itself between her folds, and she bent forward just a little, her body remembering what to do, while deliberately forgetting some circumstances. Her mind blank, her heart full to overflowing with Ollie, and she pressed herself down.

"Oh, fuck!" Olive couldn't help himself.

"Told you..." she panted, "... to shut up."

"Sorry."

"Don't be." She slid the rest of the way down over him, feeling a lovely fullness deep within. "You're right. Oh, fuck!"

"Yeah."

"Just... hold still for a moment, Ollie?"

"I have to anyway, or this is going to be very quick."

"That wouldn't matter, so don't worry about it."

"Mmhmmm."

George wriggled a little, changing her position and angle. "Oh. Oh, Jesus, that's it. Just there. I sure hope this feels good to you because this is my new favourite place."

"I hate it." He was already smiling at her when she opened her eyes.

"Bastard."

"Georgia?"

"Yes, Oliver?"

"Now, like this, underneath you and inside you, I want to call you that."

"Now, here, doing this, covering you, and full of your hardness, I'll let you."

"Yeah?"

"Fuck, yeah."

"Thank you. Georgia."

"However..."

"Oh, I knew it."

"If word of that ever leaves this bed, I'll have you killed."

"Right."

"Oh yeah, and if I call out Leo at a... um... a climactic moment, well, that's just a pet name for you, alright?"

"Leo?"

"Yeah. All good?" She wiggled just a little, as she spoke.

"Di Caprio, right?"

"Could be, but I'm not confirming anything."

"Really?"

"Really. If you're going to react like this, I can't share anything with you."

"Oh, I think you can." He wriggled this time.

"Oh, yeah. Well, anyway."

"Leo, right? Georgia Di Caprio. Well, it sounds alright."

"Shaddup!"

"I think... I think I can hold off a bit, if you want to move, George."

"Thank fuck."

"Yeah."

The chatter stopped then, and George lifted herself again, drawing in a breath, and pressing down again. Ollie groaned, and George sighed.

She lifted herself again, and they started to move together. She already had the position just right, so it didn't take long to get a rhythm they could both move to.

The whole thing started off slowly, and as gently as they could manage, and George quickly forgot her anxiety about it all, while Ollie undulated beneath her.

Soon, the pace quickened, and the movement became more assertive. George crushed down on him, loving the pressure of his cock inside her, and Ollie delighted in the hot pressure over and around him, and they both were panting with the shared effort.

Not so long after that, Oliver spoke up again. "Sweetheart, I'm almost..."

"Told you, lover, just go ahead."

"No, if you're..."

"Well..."

"Yeah?"

"Close... I won't... be long, Ollie."

"Oh, God."

"I already denied that."

"Yeah. You can be my god. Goddess."

"You're a... oof... a believer?"

"I am just now."

"Good. Oh... Oh, Ollie?"

"Yeah?"

"I'm... Oh, I'm about to call out Leo's name."

"Yeah? Come for me, Georgia?"

"Oh, fuck yeah, for you."

And she did, groaning and shuddering above him, bathed in sweat, with what was almost a grimace on her face, she came for Oliver, her body quivering, her breath coming in gasps, and that was all Ollie could take, and his hips thrust against her, hard, and cock pumped relentlessly, and he cried out.

"Oh, Ollie," she whispered as she lay down over him. "Oh, fuck, Ollie!"

"You didn't call out that actor's name."

"I must have been distracted, Ollie. You kept talking."

"I'll remember that."

"For next time."

"Oh?"

"Yeah. Next time. Turns out I quite like favour two."

"Just as well. Leo and I put some of our best work into it, George."