The Perfect Retreat

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR




Kitty had heard Willow and Merritt fighting. Listening outside in the hallway, she pieced together that Willow had been kissed by Kerr. Merritt was angry and now they were screaming at each other. Lovers’ tiff, she thought, and she wandered upstairs and checked on Jinty, who was fast asleep.

Walking down again, she saw Willow out of the window walking towards costume and she was stopped by Jenny. ‘Willow wanted you to have this,’ she said, handing her a note. She hurried away before Kitty could pretend to have forgotten her reading glasses and get her to read the note out loud, so she stuffed it into the pocket of her skirt. Probably more organic items she wanted Kitty to order from London.

Her mobile phone rang and Ivo’s face popped up on the screen – this was the best way to know who was calling – and she answered it excitedly. He still hadn’t made a move on her, although she was desperate for him to do so.

‘Hello,’ she purred into the phone, as she had seen Willow do to Merritt on occasion.

‘Hello yourself,’ said Ivo, surprised at her tone. She had been a reluctant student and perhaps, he admitted to himself, he had been a little overzealous in his Professor Higgins role. ‘What are you doing now?’ he asked.

‘Nothing. Wandering around looking for something to do,’ she said, thinking – more like someone to do. Wanting Ivo between her thighs had become her newfound obsession, and she was surprised at how attractive she felt around him. Sometimes when they read together, it was all she could do to not reach out and touch his face; pull off his shirt; but she didn’t. She told herself it was just a crush on the teacher, but that was a new feeling too. She had hated all her teachers through school, and now here she was fantasising about school uniforms and rulers.

Kitty made a decision. She had had enough of waiting; of learning; she needed to start practising.

‘Fancy a visitor?’ she asked. She heard her phone beeping. Low battery. Shit. Hurry up, she willed. She needed Ivo to make a decision before they were cut off.

‘Sure,’ said Ivo easily, wondering what Kitty was up to. She was impossible to read, excuse the pun, he thought to himself as he hung up the phone. At times he thought she looked at him with pure lust, but then other times it was just hate. Usually when he was trying to teach her the letters of the alphabet.

It wasn’t as though he wasn’t attracted to Kitty. He was; she was divine – and those breasts, he thought to himself, but he felt differently about her. More protective of her somehow.

He would be heading back to London soon, and he wondered if she would visit him there. Probably not, he thought, thinking of how she had said she disliked it when they visited there together.

Ivo stretched and sniffed his armpits. Wrinkling up his nose, he decided he should have a shower before Kitty’s arrival. As he washed himself, he thought about her breasts again and he felt his cock becoming stiff under the streams of warm water. He hadn’t had sex in five weeks. He could have with any of the extras, but somehow his friendship with Kitty stopped him. Commitment was new to Ivo, as was celibacy, and he soaped up his cock and thought what the hell.

Kitty stood outside his door knocking. She had managed to hitch a ride in with one of the crew and was in town in ten minutes. Ivo’s door was unlocked, she found when she tried the handle. She heard the shower going and smiled to herself. Taking a deep breath, she pulled off her short denim skirt and white tank top. Kicking them across the room, she pulled down her underwear, undid her bra and stood with her hand on the bathroom door handle.

Now, she told herself, and she walked into the bathroom and pulled back the shower curtain. There was Ivo, naked with his hand on his large cock.

‘Oh!’ They both said startled, and Kitty was frozen with embarrassment. She tried to cover up her nakedness.

‘I was just thinking about you,’ said Ivo, with a small smile on his face, ‘but I must say the reality is far better than what I had going on in my mind.’

Kitty started to laugh and Ivo pulled her into the shower and kissed her on the mouth. She felt herself swimming in desire.

‘Just so you know, I have never done anything like this before,’ she said.

‘Really? I have, plenty of times. Let me teach you,’ he said, rubbing the soap over her breasts. As he washed her body, Kitty felt herself getting weaker and weaker.

‘I don’t think we can do it in the shower. I’m such a klutz I might fall over,’ she said in his ear.

Ivo slipped the soap between her legs and felt her wetness. ‘No, no, I’ll hold you up,’ he said, and he bent his knees a little and guided his cock inside her. She gasped and looked at him. Lifting her up he pushed against the wall and with one hand directed the warm water onto her. She began to move with his rhythm and soon they were f*cking so loudly she was sure the whole B&B would be able to hear them.

They f*cked until the hot water ran out, and then Ivo carried her to the bed and they started all over again. Now Kitty knew what it was to have great sex. The time with Johnny had been awkward and painful, and then the New Zealander had left her high and dry in every way, but with Ivo, she wanted him so much she wondered if he could live inside her forever.

They spent the afternoon in bed, and soon it was evening. Kitty was still in raptures in Ivo’s bed. Three orgasms, positions she had never even entertained before, and some moves she had only seen Samantha do in episodes of Sex and the City.

‘You are incredible,’ she said.

‘You’re not too shabby either,’ he said, nuzzling into her breasts.

‘Can I visit you in London?’ she asked quickly. ‘Or is this just a one-time thing?’

Ivo raised his head and looked at her.

‘I would like that very much,’ he said seriously, and it was true: he would like to see her. She was the first person he thought of when he awoke and the last person he thought of at night.

Kitty hid a shy smile in his shoulder. ‘I have to go. I’m sure Merritt will be sick of the children by now,’ she said, getting out of bed. She checked her phone. Dead.

Ivo lay in bed. ‘How about I come back with you?’ he said.

Kitty looked down at his beautiful form and felt wet again. How could it be possible? How can the body make that much liquid? she thought crossly to herself.

‘I think you better had,’ she said sexily, and he laughed as they pulled on their clothes.

Walking across the square to the bus, he wrapped his arms about her. ‘I like you very much, p-ssycat,’ he said into her hair.

‘I like you too, Ivo the Terrible,’ she said back to him.

He laughed and pulled away. ‘Did Willow tell you about that?’ he asked.

‘Yes. Your reputation precedes you.’

‘That’s a big word,’ said Ivo mockingly. What did she know about all the other girls? Even a few men were in love with him.

‘I remember you, you know,’ she said.

He looked at her oddly. ‘When?’

‘From the party at Willow’s. I said I didn’t but I did,’ she said, and she looked down at her feet, her nails painted silver and pink by Poppy.

Ivo pulled her to him again, and they held each other all the way back on the bus to Middlemist.