On Christmas Eve Siobhan Chapman and Bryan Williams were
stood in the old wooden bus shelter on the Shallowfield road opposite the Old
East Windmill just after the last bus had gone in the depths of a passionate
kiss.
They both lived in the village of Mornington-By-Mere which is a small country village
lying in the Finchbottom Vale nestled between the Ancient Dancingdean Forest
and the rolling Pepperstock Hills.
It is a quaint
picturesque village, a proper chocolate box picturesque idyll, with a Manor
House, 12th Century Church, a Coaching Inn, Windmills, an Old Forge,
a Schoolhouse, a River, a Mere and of course at least one bus shelter.
Siobhan and Bryan had only met recently at a mutual friends
18th birthday party at the end of November although they were not
strangers as they had both gone to the village school but at the age of 11
Bryan had gone to Shallowfield Grammar School.
Siobhan and Victoria
Crockford had been right through the school system together and had been
friends since forever.
Bryan on the other hand knew Victoria from University which
was why he got his invite to her party.
When Cass introduced them at the party they hit it off
from the very first second and from that night on they were virtually inseparable.
On Christmas Eve they had been at the Williams house for
the evening and it was as he was walking her home to Windmill Cottages that
they diverted into the seclusion of the bus shelter.
“I have a confession to make” Siobhan said a few minutes
after Bryan had un-cupped her breasts.
“What’s that?” he asked her without relinquishing his
hold on her pliant breasts.
“My uncle is the village policeman” she said
“Really?” he asked
“Really” she
confirmed
“Well it’s a
fair cop” he said and gave her breast a squeeze and then laughed uncontrollably
because he was copping a feel of the village Copper’s niece.
“So you think they’re fair do you?” she said
“Yes” he replied “I mean no, er I don’t know”
Inexplicably, to Bryan’s way of thinking, she put her
breasts away and slapped at his hand as he tried to free them again.
“They are better than fair” she said sharply “by a long
way”
“You’re absolutely right” he said grovelingly “They’re fabulous”
“Humph” she exclaimed and zipped up her coat
“Oh come on Siobhan” Bryan said “Don’t hide your lovely
boobs away”
And he tried again to regain access to her goodies but Siobhan
sidestepped his lunge and snapped a pink fluffy handcuff on his wrist.
“Bryan Williams I am arresting you for inappropriate
laughter during a sexual act”
Bryan’s reaction was to try and escape but Siobhan’s Uncle
had trained her in self-defense and restraint techniques and she applied the
latter on his wrist and almost made him cry out in pain.
“Ok, ok” he begged “I surrender”
“Good boy” she said patronizingly
“Where are you taking me?” Bryan asked
“To my house of course” she replied
“Can’t we stay here instead?” he asked
“No we can’t” she replied
“Why?” he simpered
“Because my Mum and Dad have gone to midnight mass so you
don’t need to be groping me in a bus shelter” Siobhan replied
“When you could be doing it in my bedroom”
“So why did you tell me about your uncle being a
policeman?” he asked
“Oh that was just to give me an excuse to use the
handcuffs” she replied with a giggle.
“So are you going to come quietly sir?” she asked and
kissed his cheek
“It depends on what you plan to do” he said hesitantly
“Well if I tell you it will spoil the surprise” Siobhan
said
“Ok I
promise that I won’t offer any resistance” he confessed
On Christmas Day Bryan and Siobhan woke up with more than
the normal joy of a Christmas morning after having made love for the first time
the night before.
Brian thought it was a very special night even though he
had to climb out of her bedroom window in the small hours and nearly broke his
neck in the process while Siobhan watched him all the way and giggled.
Christmas
morning began with a frosty glaze decorating the rooftops and lightly dusting
the evergreens and as the bells rang out to celebrate the birth of the Lord the
joyous faithful of the village arrived under a clear blue sky.
It was a
most glorious Christmas morning and Bryan’s spirits were high after the early exchange
of Christmas presents in Siobhan bedroom.
He was with
the rest of the Williams clan as the faithful answered the call of the bells,
but he waited outside the church while the others took their places until
Siobhan and the rest of the Chapman family arrived and he met Siobhan outside
St Winifred’s
“Happy
Christmas” he said
“Happy
Christmas” she replied and then the two of them just stood and looked at each
other with inane grins on their faces and then they were only brought back to
the moment by a shout from Siobhan’s Dad telling her to get a move on.
So Bryan
kissed her lovingly in the sunshine on the steps of the Church before they both
went inside to join the rest of their families.
It was an
excellent service with Peter Cockcroft on his very best form, but Bryan and
Siobhan didn’t really follow preceding’s very closely as their minds and eyes
were elsewhere.
Afterwards
it took some while for the Church to empty as everyone wanted to share their
best wishes with each other.
After they eventually
left the church Bryan walked with her to Windmill Bridge where they shared a
Christmas kiss, said their goodbyes before they
went their separate ways.
As they had
become inseparable in the weeks since they had first met, the days preceding
Christmas there had been much debate as to where the couple would spend
Christmas day but in the end they decided to have Christmas dinner at their
respective homes with their own families and met up at hers in the evening
although there was no repeat of the previous night’s excitements.
Instead they
ate too much and drank too much and when he left the Chapman’s it was quite
late.
On Boxing Day Siobhan and Bryan were once again in the
Shallowfield Road bus shelter sharing a kiss when she suddenly said
“I have a confession to make,”
“Not another one?” he said “I’ve still got the bruises
from the last one”
“No not that kind of confession” she said
“Oh, what then?” he asked her “You’re not married are
you?”
“Not that I remember” she replied “and I would hope if I
were married I wouldn’t be standing in a bus shelter kissing another man”
“No, that’s a very good point” he said
“And furthermore if I was married I don’t think I would
have handcuffed you to my bed on Christmas Eve, would I”
“No” he admitted and wondered what the confession might
be on that boxing.
They were on their way to the Old Mill Inn and the reason
they were on their way there was because they showed live football in the bar
and Abbottsford Town were playing Abbeyvale Borough and Bryan was an Abbottsford fan and not only was it a
derby match but it was important match because it was a top of the table clash.
Although to be honest it was always an important match
when Town played Borough.
But despite the importance of the game they still stopped
in the bus stop where she was making another confession.
Bryan was pleased that she wasn’t married, she could have
been married for all he knew, he hadn’t known her long and they’d only been
dating for a month so there was a lot he still didn’t know about her, but she
was only 17.
Her name was Siobhan Chapman and she was born and bred in the village,
he also knew where she went to school and who her parents and siblings were.
He knew that he liked the look of her from the first minute and asked
her out a minute later and he had seen her every day since.
So as they were on their way to the pub on Boxing Day to watch
the football and she suggested they stopped for an intimate interlude in the
bus shelter, how could he resist.
It was kind of an instant attraction thing, certainly for
her, and since the first attraction it had gradually deepened and now he was
head over heels in love with her.
“What then?” he asked still unaware what her confession
was.
“Oh God I’ve been dreading saying this” she said and he was really worried, she
may not have been married but she could still have been engaged or had a
boyfriend.
But as worried as he was he wasn’t sure if he really
wanted to know.
But Siobhan took a deep breath and he braced himself
“I’m an Abbeyvale supporter” she said and closed her eyes
and grimaced but it took a moment for the full implications of her statement to
sink in.
“I think I would have preferred it if you were married”
he said and Siobhan moved close in to him and asked
“Do you mean you would prefer it if a married woman was
in love with you rather than an Abbeyvale supporter?”
“She loves me” he said to himself and he wasn’t sure if
that shocked him more than the fact she supported Abbeyvale Borough.
“I'm sorry,”
she said “Not
much of a Christmas present for my new boyfriend I’m afraid”
But she couldn't have been more wrong about that it was the perfect Christmas
present.
Siobhan Chapman loved him and everything else paled into insignificance compared to that and he made sure she knew that.
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