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Chapter 62 – A treat and a surprise.
After mum had finished reading, dinking her ‘ginger lady’ and burning the offensive diary of thoughts that Andrew had written. I went into our bedroom to see if I could console Yana. She was still laying on her left side, quietly crying, hugging my poor old teddy bear, the thoughts about what Andrew, her ex-stepson, wanted to do to her had clearly taken its toll. I sat on the bed beside her and just rubbed her.
I rubbed her back and shoulders muttering sweet nothings to her. After about five minutes, she started to physically stir.
“Duu, eto ty?” ( Duu, is that you?) She asked quietly.
“Da, eto moya lyubov” ( Yes it is my love.) I reassured her.
She just lay there some more, the sheet underneath her having a small pool of tears forming as her tears met.
“Yana, ty sobirayesh’sya vstavat’?” (Yana, are you going to get up?) I asked.
“Nyet,, ya khochu ostat’sya zdes’ navsegda”.( No, I want to stay here forever.) Yana answered, as usual whenever Yana was under some sort of emotion. Whether she was horny, excited, sad, scared, her brain reverted back to her first language Russian. I wondered again if others like her also did it. Grace, Lola, Natasha, Svetlana, Galina etc.
But I decided to concentrate on the task at hand.
I lay down beside Yana. And lovingly cuddled her as we lay in the spoon position.
“Hmm, Yana. You are going to have to get up eventually.
“Nyet, ya khochu ostat’sya zdes’ navsegda.” ( No, I want to stay here forever.) Yana mumbled again.
Over the course of the next ten minutes I tried to get Yana up and moving around, I tried threatening her, blackmail, bribery. All to no avail, I even threated to get Brandi to stage an intervention like she did with me. It then occurred to me, Yana was in the same depressive, hole I was in not so long ago. And I realised how grateful and thankful I was that I ad someone there to help me. I said this to Yana as well. But to no avail, so the empathy, blackmail, threatening, bribery paths didn’t work. It was back to square one.
I placed my hand over Yana’s tummy and hugged her in a loving embrace.
Then it occurred to me. The one thing Yana can’t stand. This is sure to get her up. Tickling. Yana can’t stand being tickled.
I moved my hands into an appropriate position. And then I started to tickle her, gently at first. Just a quick tickly swipe up and down her legs.
“Ne seychas, duu, ya ne v nastroyenii.” ( Not now duu, I’m not in the mood.) Yana said grumpily. I was abit taken back and her statement. In all the time I had been with Yana, this was the first time she had openly said she wasn’t in the mood. She obviously interpreted my soft tickling as an amorous overture. I started tickling her a bit faster and more tickly. Moving up her stomach and worst of all for her, her armpits. And then I let rip on those areas.
Yana started to respond almost immediately, contorting her body to try to avoid my advancing tickling fingers. Her right hand darting around her exposed body, trying to catch on of them. Fortunately, I was always one step ahead of her hand. As she contorted herself in strange angles. I thought ‘ Gosh all of years of gymnastics back in Russia, paid off.’ Because even though Yana was nearing the end of her first trimester and her baby bump was starting to get prominent. She was still incredibly lithe and flexible. She was squirming and was starting to giggle, as I tickled her armpit and the side of her stomach. Her right arm trying to stop it, but so far fruitlessly. Yana was giggling and the tears were starting to run down her cheeks.
My right hand which was feeling a bit more amorous did snake itself further forward and Yana closed her arm down so my wrist was trapped between her arm and armpit.
“Oy, kazhetsya, ya obpisalsya.” (Oops, I think I have peed myself.) I thought I heard Yana say in-between giggles.
“Ha, ponyal tebya.” ( Ha Got you.) Yana teased. As my right hand was reaching around and although trapped underneath Yana’s arm. My fingers were able to reach her boob, okay I wasn’t able to cup her boob in my hand, but I was just able to reach the top of her areola and maybe her nipple. Even though my arm was trapped in Yana’s vicelike grip. I started to massage her tit, and I was able to move slightly forward.
“Kakogo cherta? Chto eto, chert voz’mi?” ( What the fuck? What the hell is this?) Yana asked somewhat in shock. Unbeknownst to both of us. My cock had started to harden and was pressing into the small of Yana’s back. Whether I was turned on, by simply being so close to the woman I loved more than anything else in the world, or the thought of tickling Yana, or god forbid I was turned on by the thought of what was contained in Andrew’s diary. I don’t know. But she had a good nine inches poking her in her back.
At this Yana raised her right arm and reached out to have a feel, thereby also releasing my hand from its imprisonment.
Her hand reached out and grabbed my hardness. I could hear Yana murmuring words bağcılar escort half under her breath. Words like ‘ Interesno, mne nravitsya,’ ( Interesting, I like.)
As she rubbed my cock up and down and round and round. Not quite like a hand job but like someone reaching around in the dark.
I was wondering maybe Yana is in the mood. She rubbed my cock, and I rubbed her nipples. Her right nipple getting harder than the left, most probably because it was able to be rubbed a bit more.
Yana rolled over onto her back, her nipples both sitting prominently up. Giving me unfettered access. I rubbed a little while more and then I started sucking on her. After I had sucked on her right nipple for a couple of times, I started to taste a strange liquid, I sucked on her a bit more and then I also ran my hand down to her pussy. I started to rub her; I did come into contact with a couple of drops of urine as I snaked down.
I was going to tease her about it, but I decided against it. I sucked on her tits abit more the liquid coming out of both nipples.
“Oops, sorry. I should have told you; I am starting to lactate; this is my colostrum.” Yana admitted rather embarrassingly.
“Oh, really that’s good.” I said as I started to suck harder and harder on her tits. Suckling up her samples of colostrum out of both nipples, the whole time My other hand was rubbing her pussy vigoursly, making squelching sounds as she got progressively wetter and wetter. Yana also vigoursly tugged me up and down.
Then all of a sudden I noticed her abdomen starting to contract, this was a telltale sign that my lovely, betrothed was on the verge of cumming. She gasped.
As she gasped her speed of tugging increased.
“YA KONCHAYU.” (I’m cumming.) Yana cried.
“That’s good cause so am I.” I cried also.
Yana’s abdomen contracted faster and then she came all over my hand and fingers as I vigoursly rubbed her pussy lips.
She came all over my hand coating it in her female juices, as I gulped down a mouthful or two of her milk. Then I too came, coating her right hand in three or four streams of thick, white cum.
Then I rolled onto my back next to Yana.
“Hmm that was unexpected but fun. We didn’t even have penetration.” Yana commented as she raised her hand up and looked at the thick globules of cum, starting to run off her hand.
“Yes, well when a man and a woman love each other very much.” I jokingly commented as I raised my hand up and looked at her juices running down my hand in much the same way as my cum was doing on hers.
“Ha, I almost feel like we should be having a smoke.” She joked.
“Yes me too.” I joked.
“Don’t smoke, I can tolerate most things in a relationship but no smoking or drinking okay? If I want a boozed up man who smokes like a chimney, I can get hundreds of those back home. So no drinking or smoking, ok?” Yana said in a serious tone.
“Okay but it got you up didn’t it?” I asked Yana.
“Da, it did.” She said as she started to lick the cum up off her hand.
“Hmm, tasty.” She said.
“Good and are you feeling better?” I asked.
“Da, slightly.” Yana said.
“Good, because mum has something to show you that will reassure you even more.” I said.
“Oh, what is it?” Yana asked.
“Come out and she will show you.” I said getting up and getting redressed.
“Oh. I suppose I better.” Yana said. Before getting out and getting redressed, as well.
We both redressed and kissed and then left the room and walked down the hallway and into the dining room.
“Oh hello, did he fuck you well? If he didn’t him and I will have to have a chat.” Dad said.
Both Yana and myself were a bit put back by dad saying this. It was something mum would normally say.
“Yes, we could both hear you having your hijinks.” Mum said.
“Oh sorry, mama and papa. I didn’t know. And mama, He now knows I have the milk.” Yana said.
“Well that’s good but not really dinner table talk.” Mum admonished Yana.
“Sorry.” I said.
“It’s okay, now sit down Yana, I have something to show you.
Yana sat down next to mum, and mum handed her the papers from David’s father.
Yana had a read, seemingly studying every word, every letter. You could see the concentration on her face as she read it slowly, painfully slow.
“Aah You okay Yana?” Mum asked after a few minutes had passed.
“Oh, Da, Da. Just digesting this thing?” Yana answered.
“Oh.” I said.
“Well, it is pretty heavy.” Dad said.
“Have you?” I asked.
“Yes, I have.” Dad answered.
Yana finished reading the diary entry.
“Ok Yana?” I asked as I held her hand.
“Da.” Yana said, cracking a small smile.
“Good, because I have something here that you should find reassuring.” Mum said. Handing Yana some pages with some photos on them.
“What is this?” Yana asked, looking at the photos.
“Janice’s husband, Sam is in police recruiting but used to be a detective, these are official bahçelievler escort photos of Andrew going through NZ Customs, getting on the plane, arriving in Chile and going through Chilean customs. The last one was only taken six hours ago. And the flight time from Chile to Auckland is 13 hours, and with Sam putting an alert on his passport we will know if he moves. It means that however much he would want to act on this ‘fantasy’ he can’t. You and your bubsies are safe.” Mum said, using her fingers to highlight the word ‘Fantasy.’
Yana looked at me, then mum then Dad, then back to me. And then smiled a broad smile.
“And let me see if he did try, he would have to get through the three of us here to get to you.” Dad said.
“Spasibo, mama, papa. I am so happy. Sorry I cry.” Yana said as she started to cry.
“It’s all right. Now is there anything I can do to cheer you up?” I said as I cuddled Yana.
“Da, ty mozhesh’ otvezti menya v lagunu i prinesti molochnyy kokteyl’ i nemnogo ryby s zharenym kartofelem, i my budem yest’ ikh na odeyale i smotret’, kak saditsya solntse, a zatem zanyat’sya so mnoy bezumnoy, strastnoy lyubov’yu?” ( Yes, Can you take me to the lagoon and get me a milkshake and some fish and chips, and we eat them on a blanket and watch the sun go down and then make mad, passionate love to me?) Yana said, before sneaking me a kiss in front of my parents, which was unusual for her.
“Da.” I simply replied.
Yana kissed me again and then stood up to go and get ready. Excitedly running down the hallway.
“Someone’s happy, what did you agree to?” Dad asked.
“What all of it? She asked if I could take her to the lagoon and eat fish and chips and watch the sunset.” I said.
“Oh a lot of words for that.” Dad said.
I just smiled.
“So if our two ‘kids’ are eating out, you want to see what penny and her husband are doing? We can go to Nelson’s. Dad said to mum.
“Yes, I’ll call her.” Mum said and started calling Penny.
Just then Yana returned to the dining room, wearing a red and white gingham check shirt and a pair of jeans.
“Come. Lets go lover.” Yana excitedly said as she grabbed her bag.
Dad had a small giggle.
Yana grabbed my arm and dragged me out of the seat as she passed. We walked to the front door. Well I walked; Yana skipped.
“Have fun kids, we wont wait up.” Dad called out as Yana and I exited.
“Your father, seems to be in a good mood.” Yana teased as we entered Shmel. Yana was in somewhat of a hurry. She didn’t even wait for me to open Shmel’s passenger door like she usually did.
She literally jumped into Shmel; Yana was unusually excited, excited about what? I didn’t know. I got into Shmel, which for all intents and purposes had become mine. I started Shmel up, backed out and drove us to the Lagoon, driving past number 43, which Yana took great delight in telling me was ‘our’ new home. And that Tanya would be starting the renovations shortly. I also stopped at the local chipper and Yana went in and ordered some fish and chips. Her new favourite food.
I waited in Shmel as per Yana’s instructions.
While I waited my phone rang. I answered it. It was Penny.
“Hello.” I answered.
“Hello Jay. It’s me Penny. Just calling to remind you of our sisterly treat tomorrow. The last one came and went. Haha that’s funny came, you are going to cum a lot tomorrow. Jeanette was ill thanks to you, so we have rescheduled it for tomorrow afternoon at her place. So you can still pick Yana up at 3:30 like normal. I’ll send you Jeanette’s address tomorrow. See ya.” Penny said, not giving me a chance to talk.
I just hung up and then Yana came out of the fish and chip shop, carrying a large parcel of food and two milkshakes.
I reached across and opened the passenger door for her.
“Spasibo, lyubimyy.” ( Thank you my love.) Yana said. I don’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing but Yana and I were talking more and more in Russian. It made me think. If we ever had a really, loud, bitter argument would we have it in English or Russian?
I also thought that even though I knew what Penny and Jeanette had planned as my ‘special wedding present.’ I was starting to feel guilty about it. Maybe it was a sign of growing up. But I did have pangs of guilt, that while my pregnant fiancé was working away at the job she really truly loved. I would be somewhere else pounding one of her closest friends and that friend’s sister who had also been Yana’s divorce lawyer.
Yana got into Shmel, and I started Shmel up. Backing out and driving onto the Lagoon.
Yana’s hand in it’s usual place, resting on my left thigh. I was quiet. Driving alone with my thoughts. We had to stop at a traffic light and while we waited for it to change from red to green. Yana leaned over, kissed me on the cheek and then rested her head on my shoulder.
“Spasibo, lyubov’ moya, ty khoroshiy chelovek i budesh’ khoroshim muzhem i ottsom, i ya ochen’ blagodaren, chto ty şirinevler escort u menya yest’.” ( Thank you my love, you are a good man, and you will be a good husband and father, and I am so very thankful that I have you.) Yana mused as she snuggled in close.
Thanks make me feel even more guilty. Oh Christ don’t tell me I have to have another ‘session’ with Brandi. I thought.
“Thank you for what?” I casually asked.
“Spasibo, chto prosto lyubite menya, uvazhayete menya kak zhenshchinu i cheloveka. Ne tol’ko kak seks-igrushka. Lyubit’ i leleyat’ menya, byt’ blagorodnym i poryadochnym, izuchat’ moy yazyk, obrashchat’sya radi menya. Prepodnes mne dva samykh bol’shikh podarka, kotoryye ya kogda-libo poluchal.” ( Thank you, for just loving me, respecting me as a lady and a person. Not just as a sex toy. Loving and cherishing me, being honourable and decent, learning my language, converting for me. Giving me the two biggest gifts I have ever had.) Yana innocently said. But I knew she meant it. Christ drive me deeper into the pool of guilt. And bring spirituality into it. That reminded me if I went to Father Joseph for confession before I converted, I hope he had a spare fortnight free, the things I would have to confess.
We moved off and we got to the lagoon and we parked and found a picnic table. But then being 6pm on a Thursday night it wasn’t busy. I got out and opened Yana’s door, she walked over to the picnic table I opened Shmel’s hatchback and took out the rug Yana carried in him.
“Lets eat on the ground.” Yana said so I laid the blanket out on the ground beside the table.
Yana sat on the ground. I lay on my side alongside her.
Yana sat cross legged and her ever growing tummy was looking increasingly larger in that pose.
She opened the fish and chips up and her purchase was revealed, five pieces of fish, two sausages, two hot dogs on a stick, two pineapple fritters, and a heap of chips.
“Ah, Yana, we are only feeding two people here.” I commented.
“No we are feeding five.” Yana said as she excitedly pointed to her ever growing mummy tummy.
We ate and had one of those conversations that we talked about a lot of things.
One of the things we talked about was nicknames, and I don’t know how we got onto that topic.
“Nicknames, I know you have one.” Yana said giggling.
“Oh not that one.” I moaned.
“Yes subway, and I can testify why it suits you.” Yana purred almost seductively.
“Ah yes, I hate that nickname, but you know I do have another.” I said.
“Really? What is it?” Yana asked sounding genuinely interested in it.
“Ok promise not to laugh?” I asked her.
“Da.” Yana said.
“Okay I have a much better nickname that I can tolerate. It’s Brian.” I told Yana.
“Brian? Why Brian?” Yana asked sounding surprised.
“Well you know the Monty Python film The Life of Brian?” I asked Yana.
“Da, I saw it while I was learning English in your family’s old hometown. It is very funny.” Yana said.
“Well Brian thinks he is Jesus, and my initials are J.C. I have the same initials as Jesus. So henceforth Brian. Now what about you?” I explained.
“Oh I have had one. Kukla.” Yana said.
“Kukla that’s a new one. ” I mentioned.
“Yes Kukla means doll, because when communism fell I was 16 and Barbie dolls starting coming into Russia and I reminded a lot of people of Barbie, so I was called kukla Barbi. Also because I am very doll like.” Yana explained.
We sat there, munching and drinking away. Just talking stuff and nonsense. Eventually finishing the pile of food we had. Yana lay down and I sat up and she snuggled into me, almost sleepy like.
I ran my hands over her body tenderly.
“Duu, can I ask you a question?” Yana quietly asked.
“Do you love me?” Yana asked as she lay her head in my lap.
“Of course I do, more than anything.” I asked.
“That’s good, and another question.” Yana said.
“Yes?” I queried.
“When you were tickling me and you got a stoyak what caused it? You weren’t turned on by reading what Andrew had dreamed up and written. Were you?” Yana casually asked.
I rubbed her ass as she was laying on her side her left cheek in my lap. I rubbed and felt her ass up.
“Hmm, what do you think?” I asked her.
“I don’t know tell me what caused it.” Yana said.
I rubbed and patted her ass affectionately.
“Hmm, two things caused it. One, tickling you. Two just being so close to you and your extraordinary female beauty.
“really? Tickling me got you horny?” Yana asked sounding surprised.
“Yes, and with you laying on my lap, I am horny right now, my cock straining against it’s entrapment of boxers and pants.” I said.
“Really?” Yana said with surprise as she half sat up and saw my member tenting in my pants.
“See?” I asked with a weird look on my face.
“Da, I can see you are very turned on. Just as well I moved otherwise we could have had aural sex.” Yana joked.
“Aural?” I quizzed Yana.
“Da, Aural my left ear was right there.” Yana said jokingly.
“Ha, that’s a new one.” I joked back.
“Hmm, what about instead of Aural sex we have oral? I am super rogovoy( horny) right now.” Yana said as she knelt beside me and reached her hand to undo my zip and push her hand down into my trousers. Grasping my ever hardening cock in her hand and starting to rub it.
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