Reunited After 25 Years 11: Andrea Pleasures Anton

"Wait." Andrea knelt before Anton. "You gave me pleasure last weekend," she said. "I want to give you pleasure as well, but I don't want to hurt you."

He chuckled. "Just don't use your teeth."

She took him into her mouth, and he told her how best to pleasure him. When she heard him moaning she knew that she must be doing it right and felt happy.

"That's enough," he said laughingly after a few minutes. "Now it is your turn."

She lay back on the bed and parted her legs, and he very quickly brought her to orgasm with his lips and tongue. Then he handed her the condom and she fumbled with it for a moment before giving up and handing it back to him. He quickly slipped it on and then entered her. He used his fingers to bring her over the edge a second time before going there himself.

"That's the first time I ever did that for a man," Andrea confessed as they lay cuddling in one another's arms afterwards.

Anton gaped at her, disbelief in his eyes. "What about Dennis?"

"We barely had time to do anything at all before he was sent to Vietnam," Andrea said sadly. "We had just enough time for me to get pregnant, and that was all."

"It's very sad for Denny to grow up without his father," Anton said sympathetically. "He seems to have turned out to be a fine young man anyway. You have my admiration."

"Thank you." Andrea smiled. "And Anton...thank you for being patient with me. I know I'm not very skilled at...well, you know..."

"It is all right, Andrea," Anton said tenderly. "You are honest, don't pretend to know what you do not, and for that I respect you very much. We are from different cultures, so of course there will be adjustments. That is to be expected. But it is all right." He hugged and kissed her for reassurance, and she contentedly fell asleep in his arms.

"I promised Anna Price I'd go shopping with her this afternoon," Andrea told Anton the following morning. "Her name was Anna White before she got married. Do you remember her? She was the little girl I was babysitting the day you and the others came."

"Of course I remember!" Anton said.

"Why don't you come along? I'm sure she'd love to see you again."

"What kind of shopping?" Anton asked warily.

"She's expecting another baby, and she needs some furniture for the nursery."

"Ah, baby furniture. That reminds me of going shopping with Nadya before Dasha was born. Of course I will come. It will be like reliving old memories." Andrea thought of being pregnant with Denny, of shopping alone for the things he would need and having to just guess at what Dennis would have approved of.

After lunch, Andrea drove to Anna's house, where Anna sat watching her three-year-old son, Tyson, play.

"Anna, do you remember Anton Kolchin from the Russian submarine? You were very little then..."

"Oh, yes! I remember you." Anna smiled at Anton.

"You are all grown up now, and so is the little boy who fell from the church tower. Where is he now?"

"He and my husband are both in Iraq now, trying to save the world from a real dictator, Saddam Hussein. Your Nikita Khrushchev was a kitten compared to him."

"Let me tell you something about Nikita Khrushchev that I'll bet you did not know," said Anton. "He went to your President Kennedy's funeral. That happened in my last year of school, before I joined the navy. We were all so shocked, so sad."

"I was in the tenth grade," said Andrea. "We were all shocked and saddened as well."

"How come you talk funny?" little Tyson asked Anton.

"I am a spy," Anton told him. "I came to steal atomic secrets so that we can build a better bomb and blow you up first. Let me guess. You are from the CIA, right?"

Tyson looked puzzled. Anna burst out laughing. "He says that with such a straight face."

"Anton's from another country," Andrea told Tyson. "That's why he sounds different when he talks."

"You mean like ALF?"

"Yeah, kind of like that." Andrea giggled. "Well, if everyone's ready, let's go."

They went to four different stores, and Anna bought a crib, a rocking chair, and a changing table.

"That's enough shopping for one day," she said as they left the last store. "I'm tired."

"Well, you certainly shouldn't overexert yourself," said Andrea.

"You sound just like my Mom sometimes," Anna told her.

"I remember your Mom," said Anton. "She was a nice lady. Do she and your father still live here as well?"

"Mom does. Dad died a few years ago."

"I am sorry. What about your brother?"

"He still lives here too. He's married with two sons. So you never married, Anton?" She'd noticed that he and Andrea were holding hands.

"I was married, once," Anton said softly. "My wife died of cancer."

"I'm sorry to hear that," said Anna. "Do you have any children?"

"I have one daughter, Darya. She is eighteen. She is here in the U.S. as well."

"Wow, the same age as Denny. Have they met yet?"

Anton and Andrea laughed.

"Oh...I see." Anna laughed too. "Well, I think that's really neat. And you guys are together again, too. That's just too cool for words."

"Andrea was alone for a very long time," Anton said. "I hope that I can make it up to her."

"You already have," said Andrea. Suddenly there was a lump in her throat and she couldn't say anything more. Anton hugged her and kissed the top of her head.

Anna giggled. "You two are so cute together."