WARNING! This story definitely is M-rated. You should not read it if you aren't prepared for reading about things going on between lovers (and such). This is a serious warning! If you don't like that stuff then don't read it. If you read it anyway then don't blame me!


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Author's note and summary: Ah, well, well, who would have thought that I still can do it... *author smugly grins* This is an extended finale for the story For the Sake of old Times.

Enjoy the treat and...


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...keep the sofa!

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After an hour Barbara plonked down on her sofa and groaned.

"Exhausted?" Tommy asked with an amused but sympathetic grin. He poured them another drink before he followed to sit next to her.

"Mentally. Yes." She closed her eyes and let her head fall onto the backrest. "A bit."

Of course it had not been really wearing, but some of the things Barbara had packed had been stored away for a long time. And it also still felt as if she was giving up a part of her old life. The wardrobe in her bedroom was almost empty now. All clothes that had not yet been brought to his house were in the suitcase to get to her new home and what she did not want anymore was on the chair to be brought to the charity shop. Her brother's good-luck teddy already sat on the headrest of their bed in Belgravia but his last wristband was taken from the drawer in her bedside table, along with her mother's ugly but once loved tiny porcelain figurine, her father's jammy shilling from 1950 and their simple golden wedding bands.

The things in the mirror cabinet in her bathroom were still there because they might need them on later visits. The same applied to her towels and bed covers and two mugs in the kitchen cupboard. Her plates and cutlery also still were there but Barbara already said that they also would be brought to Oxfam. In her flat there were no real decorations except for a few old vases she would like to keep, along with several books, but they would not take them home this time. Two lever arch files provided enough space for all her papers and documents she would take home today in a big blue shopping bag along with three photo albums. In fact there was not a lot left she would like to move over to her new home later.

She realised that she already brought her stuff there bit by bit.

"It still somehow feels like giving up my old life." Barbara mumbled and sipped at her whisky. She picked at an invisible lint on a cushion.

Tommy hugged her with both arms. "Oh, my love." he whispered into her hair and kissed it. "It's just this flat, it's just a small part of your old life, if you'd want to name it that way. And you're not giving it up, your old life. It's more like moving on. You still take a lot of memories with you." He pulled out one of the photo albums. It was the oldest one. "Do you feel like going down memory lane? I've never seen these albums."


At first they silently looked at a few pictures of her parents, mainly in black and white, alone and later together. Her father in the uniform of the British Army, her mother in a blue overall at a factory, their wedding picture, some holiday photos. Later there were pictures of Barbara as a baby and as a toddler, followed by pictures of Terry and both siblings. But then there was a huge gap with only a few photos and only when Barbara had become a teenager there were more again. Mostly pictures of Terry. It showed the end of his life.

While they watched all the pictures Tommy and Barbara had two more drinks. They laughed and cried together and in the end Barbara closed the last album. It had ended with the latest pictures of her parents and on the very last page there was a DIN A5 sized official picture of Barbara in police uniform, taken on the day of her swearing-in ceremony. It was not glued in.

"It stood on my mother's drawer cabinet. In the last row of frames." Barbara quietly explained and let go of a deep sigh. She took the last sip of her whisky. "Terry and Dad always came first."

"But you were still her daughter and I know she's still loved you, no matter what." Tommy hugged her closer and nestled his nose into her hair. "And I love you."

"I love you too." She tilted her head to meet his lips in a slow kiss.

She needed his kiss, now. Barbara moved her hand to his neck to keep him from withdrawing although Tommy had not at all intended to do so. Instead he changed his seat slightly to properly kiss her. One arm still was draped around her shoulders and his left hand found its way under her shirt. Barbara let herself be pressed deeper into the cushions of the sofa's backrest. They kissed for a while. It was tender and languid and so wonderfully mind-clouding that they did not even recognise how they got rid of their shirts. Hands slowly fondled napes and necks, arms looped around waists.

"Make love to me." she suddenly said with a seductively deep voice. Her hair was tousled like his. She wore nothing but her bra and her jeans and she gently raked both of her hands through the sparse hair of his naked chest.

"I already do." he replied slightly huskily and pushed her deeper onto the seat pads.

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Tommy pulled her upwards to get his hands under her back. With skilled fingers he opened the clasp of her bra and when their kiss intensified he helped her wriggle out of it. His tongue tickled the bottom side of Barbara's tongue while she it slide across the inner side of his cheek. He pressed his whole body onto hers and she quietly moaned into his mouth. She liked the heat coming from his skin, and the mere touch of it against hers, and she approved of the pressure his lower body gave to her groin. His fingers fumbled between them.

A small grunt of disapproval followed. Tommy had raised himself but when he returned to her she was out of her jeans that now laid somewhere joining his trousers on the floor. Just her knickers and his briefs were between them but the cloth was sufficiently thin to let the other feel the dampness and eagerness. They kissed again and it was another aeons lasting exchange before Barbara impatiently tugged at his underpants. She wanted to finally feel his full arousal on her skin.

Somehow they managed to pull down these last pieces of cloth without interrupting their tongues' slow fight. Eventually Tommy positioned himself between her left bent-up knee and the leg that stood on the floor. His erection already was strong but now it was not yet it's time. After he could rip his lips from hers he kissed her chin... her throat... let his tongue circle around the little green gem at its chain... then he kissed her cleavage... her left and her right breast intensively... her chest... her navel... the scars on her belly with a soothing tongue, and finally he nuzzled into her curly hair. All the time her hands caressed his arms... his shoulders... his neck... his nape fondly... the soft skin behind his ears with delicate touches of her fingertips, and finally ruffled through his hair before she grabbed into his shoulders with the anticipation of the touch of his face somewhere between her legs.

His nose had reached the sensitive nub and it gently circled it with a light pressure. The scent that came from lower was inspiring and he needed to taste it so the tip of his tongue dipped across both of her outer folds.

It made her sigh.

Then the tip of his tongue tasted each part of her damp inner folds one by one, from the left bottom upwards, across her pink button, and down to the right bottom. He made sure that he did not touch her anywhere else.

It made her hum with delight.

It made him want to taste all of it, so with a long and revelling stroke he licked firmly across her wet entrance.

It made her moan softly.


When his tongue cautiously entered her she moaned his name. "Toooohm!" It sounded impatiently.

For several moments Tommy darted his tongue into her a few times while all his fingers caressed her abdomen and his thumbs alternated a soft pressure and gentle circles on her swollen clit.

The tickling feeling of arousal quickly escalated and Barbara burst into a small orgasm. She quietly groaned, full of anticipation and the knowledge that this was not the end.

Grinning, Tommy left wet traces on her skin from her lower body up to her lips again. Finally she could reach his manhood and caressed it eagerly but with enough hesitancy not to let him overshoot already. Smelling and tasting herself from his tongue though was enough to increase her impatience again.

Barbara moved her hands away from his hard member and digging her fingers into the soft flesh of his bottom cheeks she pulled him closer onto the area where she needed and wanted him now. Their kiss intensified but did not really turn faster. Their hips though had started to roll and push and press together in the rhythm of an inaudible tune.

The touch of their lips eventually lost its pressure. They concentrated onto what their lower regions did and only exchanged feather-light small kisses. They watched each other love-stricken. A contented smile was displayed in her face and Tommy knew it was mirrored in his.

With every move he made across her pink button he saw how her eyes briefly widened. With every rub of his member across the inner sides of her thighs he saw her pupils dilate. With every stroke of his hard erection through her wet folds he covered it with her juices and he could see the twitches of her lips before she finally grinned widely and full of contentment until she had to close her eyes. His lips caressed hers and with just a small change of his position he was easily able to enter her.

But he stilled and waited a few seconds. Tommy loved to lock eyes with Barbara and knew she loved it too. The tip of his erection already throbbed into her wet parts.

"Mmh." she sighed and opened her eyes.

He smiled.

She still grinned.


Slowly Tommy entered her. Savouring every inch he glided his strong hardness into the softness of Barbara's hot cave. His eyes darkened. Her eyes narrowed. Both quietly moaned. Then he was completely inside, their eyes closed and they shared another deep kiss before both started to move their groins again.

Rolling her hip against his and following most of his moves she did not let him move out too far, but enough to feel him slide across her inner walls. For what felt like aeons they only moved gently and slowly and in unison. They kissed continually while her muscles started to twitch, feeling his little big man inside her growing stronger.

Finally Barbara lifted her right leg that until now had stood on the floor next to the sofa and hooked her foot into the hollow of Tommy's knee. Their position had changed with this and it was even better. The root of his shaft caused a bit more friction onto her sweet nub this way and with every slow penetration his shaft still grew stronger. Thus their need for harder thrusts deepened.

Barbara tilted her head backwards.

"Oooh..." she sighed into the air when the tip of his length inside stroked across her womb.

"Ah, yeah." he mumbled lowly against her throat when her tightening inner muscles constricted rhythmically around his shaft.

"This is killingly good, Tom." Barbara breathed and Tommy increased the strength of his thrust half a gear. She slowly arched upwards. She writhed against him. "Oh gaaawd."

Tommy propped himself onto his arms. He changed between grinding his lower body parts gently into her groin and thrusting slowly into her welcoming depth from time to time, keeping his upper body bowed down to allow himself to kiss her breasts or lower himself down to hers to let his lips reach hers. Barbara lifted her pelvis against him or rolled her hips around.

They kept playing that slow game for quite some time until his thrusts and her lifts increased in quantity and eventually also in fierceness.


"Oh, Barbara!" he sighed onto her cleavage.

She knew they would not be able to keep that low gear. Their small gasps and contented hums had turned into continual sighs and moans, peppered with one or the other growl or groan accompanying one or the other extraordinarily terrifically wonderful thrust. The space around them was filled with their scent of making love. It was incredibly warm.

"Oh, goodness gracious!" It sounded like a curse, the way Barbara uttered it into Tommy's ear when he nibbled at her earlobe and thrust into her three times in a row. It was the go-ahead for another acceleration but they only sped up just enough to cause more friction inside.

Barbara could not control the contractions of her walls around his hard cock anymore. Tommy fought hard not to lose his control and keep it slow.

The glowing inside had reached a dangerous level but they still tried to keep it as slowly smouldering as it could. In her abdomen an additional sizzle started to spread across her entire body. He could see the heat covering almost everything with a rosy touch. She let the sizzle spread, supported by his thumb adding a soft but relentless pressure on her clit. His balls had tightened almost to unbearable during the previous thrusts into her and when he felt she was on the verge of an inner explosion he finally gave up his restrictions and refrained from slowly gliding in and out.

Tommy finally pounded into her deeper and deeper and he enjoyed her lustfully mewling sounds that accompanied the hard to withstand movements of her hip. He propped himself onto both of his arms next to her chest, reached deeper into her than before and finally hit home.

Within a second the sizzle and heat that had spread through every fibre of Barbara's body centred on her innermost spot. She cried out loud when she lit up in fire.

He had let her lead on for a couple of impacts before he let himself be caught by the flames. Finally he was at her level.

"Oh, yeah!" he groaned in a very ungentlemanly rude manner and let go. Another few hard poundings into her and he let go completely.

She welcomed his hard pushes with all muscles pulling him inside. Everything pulsated. They shared their orgasm to its full extent. In the end they simultaneously groaned their names when they reached their climax together.

"Barbara! Oh, mmmh!" Tommy cried out. His muscles stilled and he filled his love into her.

"Oh, god, Tommmmm!" Barbara groaned. Her inner walls cramped and her whole back arched up from the cushions.


Tommy poured his love into her several times, each time with a heavy thrust deep down into her, followed by a standstill with his bottom muscles tensed. She could feel it under her fingers.

Barbara met his love spill with joy and the continuing rubs and pressure with more groans. The fingers of her right hand had moved to his shoulder and left pressure marks and little scratches.

He was spent but let her ride out her own fire until it slowly died down and he could not keep himself up on his arms anymore.

"Oh my goodness." she finally breathed and he allowed himself to slump down half on top of her and half between her body and the backrest. Remnants of the blaze still glowed in her abdomen and every little touch of his skin on hers gave her another little wave of pleasure. It took her some time to cool down.

"I love you." Tommy whispered into the junction of her neck and shoulder after he had regained his breath. He closed his eyes and covered her with his left arm.

"Oh, yes, and I love you." Barbara whispered onto his auricle, still slightly panting. She closed her eyes and buried her hand in his hair.


For a while both laid there motionless. They almost fell asleep. But when Tommy moved his legs in which he already felt some needles pricking he suggested that they should move over to her bedroom. "It's decidedly more comfortable. As much as I love sleeping on your sofa."


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They quickly rushed through the bathroom and covered her bed with fresh linen.

"I think I'll donate them later. Your king-size duvets are too huge for these small covers." Barbara stated and slipped into bed.

"Mhm. But you should keep that sofa over there." he muttered onto her skin when he snuggled into her naked body under the duvet. "Just for the sake of old times."


She snickered, sighed and closed her eyes. Probably she'd do just that. Although it would look strange next to the huge one in the living room, not to mention that it definitely did not match the rest of the shiny new furniture in the salon. She would think about it tomorrow when they would bring her packed baggage to their home in Belgravia. Maybe she would find a place for it.


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