Sandra
by Arty

I gazed through the window and watched the rain-sodden
landscape being battered by another squall. A blast of rain
and sleet blattered on the window; unseeing now, I
remembered another time when the weather seemed to be a
mirror to my feelings. Only then my depression was to be
lifted by my best friend Sandra. Another wave of blackness
overwhelmed me and once more I felt the ice enter my soul,
what had I done?

-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-

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