A solution to sort out the 'problem', but not the solution that you want..

As Rachel's nimble fingers reach for the metal zipper on your trousers to free your member from the confines of it's prison,       somebody knocks on the other side of the bedroom, startling the pair of you.

"Come on downstairs you two! Mum's knocked up some sandwiches, and we're going to open the bottle of champagne you got me". Amy calls from the hallway.

"We'll be there in a minute!" Rachel yells in reply, still on her knees before you. "Damn it!" She mutters, frustration evident in her voice as well as on her lovely face.

"You said it". Agreeing with Rachel's sentiment you gently pull her to feet, and settle for a consolation prize of a sort by wrapping your arms around her narrow waist and kiss her. Your beautiful lover eagerly accepts your token of love for her, and pushes herself tightly into your grasp while kissing you back passionately. Her huge bra clad boobs mash themselves up against your chest.

"Rachel, we really should go downstairs". You whisper breathlessly once you two finally part lips. Looking down into her beautiful eyes you can see the lustful hunger that lay behind them. A further indication of Rachel's arousal is her cock bulging in her panties.

"You're right". Rachel agrees with a heavy sigh. "Just make sure that you don't have too much to drink tonight. By the time we get back here I'm going to desperate to have you inside me!" She adds with a sultry purr.

"Don't worry about that. There's no chance of me passing up the chance of giving my beloved little slut what she wants!" You reply with a wolfish grin.

"Mmm, I'm glad to hear it....stud". The gorgeous underwear clad woman purred in your ear. "Although, I would appreciate it if you don't call me that in front of my folks. Dad may be ok with us 'doing it' in his home, but I doubt he would be pleased with you calling his eldest daughter a slut......"

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"Ah, there you two are!" Sarah exclaims with a smile, as the now fully Rachel and yourself enter the kitchen hand in hand. Rachel's mother is holding a tray of wine glasses, while her husband is busy attempting to get the cork out of the champagne bottle.

"Need any help with that Harvey?" You ask.

"No thanks. In fact I think I've....got it!" He declares as the cork gives way with a loud 'popping' sound. "Honey, can you bring the glasses over, please?" 

As Sarah carries the tray over to her husband, their youngest daughter enters the kitchen while nibbling on a sandwich. Once the glasses are filled with champagne Harvey hands one to Rachel, whilst speaking softly to her. You cannot hear what he is saying, but the way she is blushing, and the embarassed smile she is sporting gives you a very good idea what is being discussed.

"I propose a toast". Harvey announces when everyone has a glass in hand. "A very happy birthday 18th to my wonderful daughter, Amy, us all being together, and to welcome John to our family. To Amy, and John!"

"Amy, and John!" You all chorus, and take a deep sip of the expensive alcohol.

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"Come on, ladies!" Harvey hollers from the front door. "John, and I went out for a drive and we are still waiting for you lot!"

After making conversation while snacking on sandwiches and champagne everyone adjourned to their rooms to get changed for the party. Unsurprisingly Harvey, his wife Sarah, and yourself were downstairs waiting for the two girls to finish getting ready.

"What takes those two so long? I'm sure they get it from you?" Harvey jokingly accuses his wife.

"Hey! I'm here, and ready on time, aren't I?" Rachel's mother shoots back.

"Yes, you are". Harvey replies lovingly and gives her a quick peck on her lips.

The unmistakable clicking sound of high heels slowly descending stairs draws all eyes to the staircase, and to your gorgeous girlfriend. Rachel is wearing a flowing red dress which is rather similar to the one that Kelly wore at Scott's birthday bash the previous week. The dress showcases her lovely long legs, and her trusty pair of black high heels only helps to accentuate her toned pins and bubble butt.  

"Rachel dear, please do up another button. Ladies don't show off their legs AND boobs. Only slutty women do that!" Sarah requests, while Rachel's eyes flicker to you. She flashes a quick smirk your way, but you just about keep your poker face intact to avoid drawing attention your way.

"Yeah, cover up sis! We don't want you to get all the attention at my birthday bash do we?!" Amy seconds her mother's notion from the top of the stairs. Rachel's younger sibling is wearing a dark blue dress which draws attention to the generous amount of cleavage which is on display. She too is wearing high heels, but unlike her sister she's covered up her legs with a pair of dark blue leggings. 

"Fine!" Rachel grumbles, doing up a button to minimise the amount of cleavage on display to only a mere hint of her huge, perfect breasts.

"Oh, you two look so beautiful, and grown up!" Sarah gushes, choking on emotion at seeing her two children all grown up. She wipes a tear out of the corner of her eye, and regards your attire. "I'd say that you're looking rather dashing, John!"

"Mum! Stop coming onto my boyfriend!" Rachel jokes, causing everyone to share a laugh.

"I've told you about that before!" Harvey quips, drawing out another round of contagious laughter which lasts until everyone is through the front door, and outside.

Being the strong alpha male Harvey is leading the way to the pub where the party is being held, allowing Rachel and yourself to fall behind the others and have a few moments of privacy.

"You look stunning by the way". You inform your girlfriend, while taking her hand in your grasp.

"Thanks". Rachel replies, beaming a happy smile your way. "I would tell you how handsome you look, but mum has already beaten me to it!" She quips, flashing you an amused smile.

"As much as I appreciate your mum's compliments, the ones you make are the ones that mean the most to me". You state softly and sincerely.

"John" The gorgeous brunette whispers, and squeezes your hand gently.

"We are almost at the pub. Since dad and his team prevented the place from burning down a few years ago the owner let dad have the big function room for practically nothing tonight". 

"Well that's good, I guess". You comment.

After crossing the road you can see the pub. From the outside it looked like a traditional pub, with the function room in a small building next to the pub itself. A distant, throaty machine made roar could be heard  behind you, and it was steadily getting louder.

Eventually the source of the noise revealed itself as it flew around the bend: a black, sleek motorcycle of a type that you are familiar with. The Honda Daytona slowed, before turning into the pub's car park. The figure on the bike is wearing all black leathers, and a black helmet, and you swear that the driver is looking directly at you through their tinted visor as it parks up in an empty space.

  "That's quite a machine you got there!" You call out approvingly to the masked figure, before beginning to walk towards the parked motorcycle. It is at that moment that you notice that Rachel is unwilling to go to the bike. In fact she looks rather nervous.

"Thanks. Hi, Rachel. It's been a long time". The figure on the bike calls out, and reaches with gloved hands to remove the helmet.