Drew had a hard time falling asleep that night after Chiara left. He knew he'd made the right decision about the kiss, but that didn't mean he didn't feel residual horniness from it, did it? He shuddered to think what his mates in the band would think if they knew he'd kissed the chubby daughter of his gardener, the nothing to look at child of his employee.

Gary would laugh himself sick, he knew that for sure.

Drew rolled over and tried to put Chiara out of his mind. Why was he thinking about her, anyway? He'd been with way more beautiful women, women who were easier to get along with, women who didn't laugh at everything he said and did, who didn't make fun of him, who didn't question every decision he made--

But those lips.

And the way her breasts felt against his arm when he was shoving the leaves down her shirt.

Dammit.

Drew rolled on his back again to look up at the ceiling, which was faintly illuminated by the moonlight shining in through the window. He knew this wouldn't be happening if he hadn't made such a point of isolating himself out here in the middle of nowhere, no female company to speak of.

But that was the sodding point, wasn't it? To hole up out here alone, spend quality time by himself, read, get some writing done, regroup, heal his spirit or whatever?

But his body had its needs. It was ridiculous to feed himself a steady diet of women and orgasms for months on end, then suddenly deprive himself of them completely and expect him to continue to function as if everything were normal, wasn't it?

What he should do, for now, was turn on some porn, have a good wank, and get some fucking sleep, right?

Right.

Okay.

As had been pointed out before, Andrew Pennington was a man of action. He grabbed his phone out of the charger, found a porno site, and began clicking on random videos. He grasped himself with the other hand and began rubbing, letting his mind wander as he watched. He didn't even bother to grab anything to use as lubricant, he just couldn't be arsed at the moment.

After a few minutes he muted the sound because he found what they were saying and the sounds they were making too distracting and ridiculous. No one talked like that during sex, or even during foreplay, at least not in his experience. In fact, that afternoon when he was in the leaves with Chiara, he couldn't really recall either of them saying anything, or making any sounds, except for a couple of very comfortable moans. He remembered he'd moaned, and she'd made a couple of really sexy gasping sounds, and then she'd--

Dammit.

He'd turned on the porno so he wouldn't think about her, hadn't he? He yanked his eyes and thoughts back to what the two women and one man on his phone screen were doing. These women looked silly, though, didn't they? Their breasts hardly looked real at all. They looked like they were made of hard plastic shells, then covered over with flesh and nipples or something. In fact, the women themselves kind of looked fake and scary in general, with their predatory expressions and long fingernails.

He clicked away and tried to find a video with some younger women, and maybe less beefy looking fellows.

He finally found a video under "romantic teen sex," and tried that. He remembered a comedian saying one of his favorite statistics ever was that the average amount of time spent looking for porn to wank to was something like forty-five minutes, but the average amount of time spent watching porn was three minutes. He reflected that this was so true.

This video was more watchable, and he felt his cock starting to get hard in his hand as he watched the couple on his phone. The girl was young, and looked like a regular person, at least, albeit a regular person with a spectacular body. The fellow, too, looked like a normal young man.

However, he kept interrupting whatever he was doing to her to slap her at odd moments, which Drew found rather disconcerting. He didn't hit her hard or anything, it was just a loud slap across the girl's ass or a breast, but Drew found it strange, and again, it took him out of the moment enough to break up the pleasure.

When he'd kissed Chiara, her breath still had the slight tang of orange from the tea she'd drunk earlier in his house, and the flavor of her mouth, coupled with the warmth of her tongue and lips, had been divine.

He could remember how she looked smiling up at him from the pile of leaves, blue eyes bright in the afternoon light as the wind blew tendrils of her hair around her pale face.

Imagine if she'd been in the leaves starkers, with nothing on, her body white and smooth in the hard and crunchy leaves--

His hand sped up and he closed his eyes, letting his phone slide out of his hand.

Lying in the leaves with Chiara would probably be heaven, a girl the size and shape she was, just softness, no angles to speak of? Imagine how warm to lie between her legs and slip into her, to feel her round breasts against your body with nothing between you, oh Jesus--

She was probably the kind of girl who would get quiet when she reached her climax, not one of those crazy, fakey screamers. She would just grab onto a person really tightly, with her arms and legs, clinging for dear life, and she'd probably just gasp a person's name into your ear over and over and over--

Drew felt wetness in his hand, and across his belly, and heard himself muttering, "Chiara, Chiara, Chiara," as his abdomen tensed and he curled up off the bed with the strength of his orgasm, holding his breath and clenching up until it passed. He slowly relaxed, reaching for his shirt to clean up the mess.

He looked at his phone after he'd put the shirt in the hamper and pulled on a clean one. The couple was still going at it, looking very odd indeed as they turned toward the camera for the "cum shot," with the fellow pulling out and shooting off all over the pretty girl's face as she closed her eyes and opened her mouth, unable to keep from jumping with surprise as it landed on her cheeks.

He shook his head and turned his phone off, setting it back in the charger.

Hopefully now he'd be able to sleep.

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Chiara couldn't sleep. And it was making her annoyed. She was not a person who had trouble sleeping under normal circumstances. She was always the first person to fall asleep at sleepover parties, always the last one awake in the mornings. She was the placid dreamer, the calm one, always, always.

So what was going on tonight? Why was she so restless? She'd stayed up even later than usual because she'd watched two movies at Drew's, so she'd planned to come home and go straight to sleep, instead of which it was coming on for two AM and here she was, tossing and turning in her bed, with sleep nowhere to be found.

And the thing of it was, she knew what was wrong. She'd felt this way before, enough times to know what was bothering her.

She was randy. Or horny, to use the American parlance. She'd had a boyfriend in school, and one after, and she'd sort of slept with both of them, so she recognized this achey, unfulfilled feeling, this heaviness between her legs. With the first boy, Adam, she'd never actually had sex, though she'd come very close, but he'd given her plenty of satisfaction with his hands. The second boy, Bill, she'd gone all the way with, and orgasms with him had been few and far between, though she'd never told him that. It would've hurt his feelings. She used to come home from dates with him barely able to walk, and she'd have to wait until she was alone in bed to satisfy herself using her fingers and her blanket between her legs.

So why, now that she was alone, no boyfriend anywhere, was she feeling this way?

She knew, though. She knew that it was because of the scorching kiss she'd shared with Drew that afternoon.

And that was why she was annoyed. He was so conceited, so full of himself, and he would be so controlling, always, so smug!

But that kiss.

Wow.

She didn't want to admit it, but she'd never been kissed like that in her life. Not by Adam, the fun, funny boy she'd dated in school, and certainly not by Bill, the very kind farmer's son she'd dated after.

But she knew, though, that as much as she didn't want to admit it, that afternoon's kiss had really affected her, and she'd never be able to sleep unless she just took matters into her own hands and gave herself some relief.

She reached between her legs, knowing she was already wet, just from thinking about Drew and the incredibly hot kiss.

And she was.

She inserted the fingers of one hand while pressing on her clit with the fingers of her other hand. She usually just let her mind wander when she did this, wondering who would pop in. Sometimes the results were predictable, like an actor she'd lately seen in a movie, or a singer from a boy band, but sometimes the star of her fantasy was rather funny, like her biology teacher, Mr. Singleton, and once it was Barack Obama, president of the United States.

Tonight, however, it was Drew Pennington himself, making her a cup of tea before grabbing her to kiss her neck and then tear her sweater off, ripping the buttons off and letting them go flying to click and bounce all over the wood floor of his kitchen.

Hm. This was new.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured into her neck as he lowered her bra strap.

Then, suddenly, they were back in the pile of leaves, and he was smiling at her. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever been with," he said to her with his beautiful smile. And his clothes were gone with a pouf, and he was gloriously naked, his body as toned and taut as she'd known it would be, his erection warm and thick between them.

He probed between her thighs with it, and she felt it press on her, making her moan as her fingers sped up.

"Oh god," she whispered as he began stroking into her in the bright sunlight.

"Drew, Drew, Drew--"

"Yes, darling, call my name, say it louder," he encouraged, and she could feel him deep inside her as their chests came together, as his beautiful face hovered above hers, his curly hair forming a curtain around them, tickling her cheeks.

"Come for me, darling, come for me--"

"Drew--"

Chiara held her breath and tensed up, arching her back as her orgasm overtook her. She saw stars in front of her eyes as she slowly let her breath out and lay there for close to five minutes, catching her breath.

When she was finally able to move, she checked to make sure there were no stains on the bed, then she changed her clothes and climbed back in.

That should do it.

She thought resentfully to herself that Drew was probably sleeping like a baby over at Langton. He probably kissed so many girls that he didn't give what had happened that afternoon a second thought.

Hmph.