I want to rip the heart from my chest
So I won’t have to
feel the pain
Of heart break ever
again
I want to rip the
heart from my chest
So I don’t have to
feel it break
Then I can sit and
watch it ache
I want to rip the
heart from my chest
So love can no longer
hurt me
And with no heart I
will finally be free
Sorrow touches me
Sorrow at my
loneliness
For want of another
soul
To make me whole
Plumbing the depths of
despair
In search of that
missing piece
That will banish
sorrow forever
But fail in that
endeavour
Finding solace is
always just out of reach
An outstretched hand
away
There simply for the taking
Then I’m left aching
What was seemingly
solid and tangible
Evaporated into the
ether
So I will begin again
tomorrow
The search for the end
of sorrow
When you have admired from afar
Idealising that
someone
For so very, very long
You envisage all the
special moments
You will share together
In the most incredible
detail
Such as when you ask
her out
And of course when she
says yes,
Holding hands on the
first date
And of course the
first kiss
You rerun those
moments in your head over and over
Endowing them with
magical properties
That reality could
never hope to match
Reality can never equal
fantasy
But comes the day when
you summon the courage
And you do ask her out
And she does indeed
say yes
Though not in the
swept off her feet kind of way
That you had imagined
You do indeed hold
hands on the first date
But it feels a little
awkward
Like this is not quite
what she had in mind
And again doesn’t
quite live up to your preconception
Then all too soon we
are at her door
We chat uncomfortably
Make small talk and
laugh nervously
We say goodnight, then
again, and again
Then she reached up
and pulled my head towards hers
Then slightly
hesitant, our lips met for the first time
A tender kiss gentle
and languid
I closed my eyes
As the intensity grew
As it became more
fervent
Then ardent led to passionate
Then I surrendered to
the moment
And lost my self
completely in her embrace
As I walked home alone
The taste of her still
on my lips
I conceded that I was
correct
When I thought reality
could never equal fantasy
Because reality was so
much better
A green eyed goddess
Pretty as a picture
With ringlets of
flaming red
Cascading on to her
ivory skin
Her peaches and cream
complexion
Fresh as an English
rose
With skin pale as
porcelain
Yet passion blooms
upon her cheek
Aglow with an apples
blush
And as she approaches
A cloud enveloped me
Like exotically
fragranced orchids
Leaving me heady and
breathless
Then she just passed
me by
As if I wasn’t there
Leaving me wretched in
her wake
This tale is of once upon a time
That happened not so
long ago
When a man proposed to
a lady
And the lady in
question said no
Now you might have
expected
The man to be broken
hearted
But he lived happily
ever after
From the moment that
they parted
He slept as long as he
wanted
Watched sport on TV
all day
Drank from dawn till
dusk
And ate every kind of
takeaway
He wore comfortable
clothes
And socks with his
sandles
And broke wind when he
wanted
Sometimes over lighted
candles
But this story did not
end well
For his lifestyle affected
his heart
He died of a heart
attack at thirty nine
After a particularly violent fart
Don’t speak to me with that mouth
That deceitful mouth
Which lies while
smiling to my face
Don’t speak through
your weak mouth
Too weak to resist
temptation
Whose lips kiss in
unforgivable betrayal
Don’t speak to me with
that mouth
That has embraced
another
A mouth full of
cheapened kisses
Don’t speak through your
weak mouth
Don’t dare to seek to
justify
Your unjustifiable
infidelities
Don’t speak through
that odious mouth
That unspeakable
dishonest mouth
Your unclean vessel of
elicit fellatio
Don’t with those
unfaithful lips
Whose kisses caressed another’s
skin
Speak my name in terms
of love
Don’t say sorry with
that mouth
Don’t contaminate my
ears
With platitudes and
insincerity
Speak to me with that
insidious mouth
That foul and
deceitful mouth
Only to utter a final
goodbye
I climbed the stairs
To the top deck
Then I found a seat
And sat
Then I heard a voice
say “hi”
It was soft and gently
spoken
I turned towards the
voice
Which emanated from a
girl
With the warmest smile
And her red hair
ablaze
In the morning sun
And with her head
slightly inclined
She said again “hi”
That’s all
Just “hi”
And with that simple
word
Came her smiling eyes
Beneath her blazing
hair
And a radiant glow
And a feeling came
over me
A peaceful warm
feeling
As warm as her smile
Then all at once
I felt so at ease
As if I had known her
forever
Though I had seen her
only once before
And did not think she
had seen me
All she said was
“hi”
But her tone spoke
volumes
I returned her smile
And tamely said
“hello”
I wanted to say so
much more
She smiled again
This time with the
heat
To match her flaming
locks
I needed no words
As with that wondrous
smile
All my questions were answered
First love gave me springtime
And invigorated my
life
It was summer in my
heart
When you became my
wife
Then in our autumn
years
You were taken from my
side
Now with my bitter
loneliness
It’s in the winter
that I reside
It was in the late 1980’s when Neil Tipper, a Uniform Police Constable
in Finchbottom, was on holiday with a group of fellow officers.
They were staying in an apartment on the Island of Andros in the
Cyclades chain.
It was a quiet island due to the fact it was a two hour ferry ride
from the mainland but Neil thought it was worth it.
The lads had been there for two days when quite by chance they met up
with some familiar faces.
A group of girls from the Vale and among them was Debbie Parsley a
girl he had known at school in fact she was his first crush.
There had always been something smouldering between them, although
they had never been out together, they had come close once or twice but it
never quite happened for them.
But there they both were on the same island at the same time and with
no attachments and it was apparent straight from the start that there was still
a spark.
An ember which glowed beneath the Greek skies and burst alight with a
kiss on the sands of Agia Marina beach one bright warm day which led inevitably
to burning passion in his apartment where the made love for the first time.
Neil stood in the bathroom doorway and watched her stir as the
afternoon sunlight painted patterns on her naked contours as it shone through
the billowing curtains.
Her hair, still damp from their passionate exertions, clung to her face and
neck and beads of sweat sparkled on her luscious skin.
She lay on her side, knees drawn up to her belly, showing off the wonderful sweep
from her narrow waist to a curvaceous hip and then onto the perfect roundness
of her sumptuous buttocks.
Debbie rolled on to her back as she stirred again and the magnificence of her
was there before him with patterns of light and dark dancing over her gorgeous
form.
Her nipples aroused as the soft breeze wafted over her and Debbie’s eyes opened
and she smiled broadly when she saw Neil watching her.
She sat up and brushed the hair from her face then moved onto her knees and
stretched, leaning back until her hands touched the bed behind her, supporting
herself on clenched fists and throwing her head right back putting on a display
until her black hair tumbled down her back.
His eyes slowly scanned the beauty of her form the cascading black hair, down
the cords and sinews of her neck to the fine structure of her shoulders.
He then scanned slowly down, consuming every inch of her naked torso, her firm
breasts, the softness of her flat belly and her curved hips and round buttocks
before reaching her long taught thighs.
Neil left the doorway and picked his way through the discarded
clothing on the floor to reach the bed where she now sat on her haunches
looking at him with a radiant smile illuminating her face with eyes that said
“again please”
Gary Smith and Carla
Lund, were staying on a camp site in the Finchbottom Vale that was once a
working railway station before it fell afoul of Dr Beeching and his cuts, in a
place called Sharpinghead.
The two of them were
staying in a converted signal box which was comfortable enough but because of
the limited floor space it had bunk beds which didn’t go down well at all with
Carla, she wanted a double bed and plenty of comfort and more than a little
loving.
“What the hell are
they?” she said when she saw the bunks
“A challenge” Gary
replied flippantly but she was not impressed
“We’re not 13” she
said,
It was not an
insurmountable problem as far as he was concerned but she just wasn’t the adventurous
type.
Although Gary could
remember the time when she was, a time when she enjoyed a kiss and a cuddle in
the woods back in the days when they were courting but she seemed to have forgotten
just how much.
The bunk beds were bad
enough but Carla really lost it when she realised there was also no toilet or
bathroom en suite and the nearest facilities were 60 yards away.
She stormed out and
left Gary to unpack and she was gone for hours, in fact Gary was already asleep
in the bottom bunk when she got back.
The next morning just
after first light he had to get up to the toilet, he wasn’t going to bother
dressing but trotted the 60 yards to the toilet in his pants.
When he returned to the
signal box he quietly closed the door and was just tiptoeing across the room
when he spied, highlighted in the early morning light, Carla’s naked buttocks protruding
from beneath her duvet and written on a post it note, stuck to one buttock was
one single word “Sorry”.
And that was when he
woke her in the dawn light and the adventure returned to their marriage.
It was a beautiful
summer day when Commander James Pendlebury drove towards the Sharpington Head
Yacht Club.
He was on his way to
buy a ticket for the Midsummer Ball which marked the end of the Regatta.
He parked the car in
the member carpark and walked inside the Yacht Club and went directly to the
office of Ivana Tombs.
Ivana was a very stern
looking young woman with short brown hair who managed the commercial side of
the club.
She never smiled and
always peered superciliously over her specs at everyone, not a joyful looking
person by any means.
He knocked on the door
and was met with a surly monosyllabic response.
“Come” it uttered
So he went,
“Good morning Miss
Tombs and how are you today?”
“What do you want
Commander?” she snapped
“I’m very busy”
Trying to maintain his
good mood he persevered.
“A ticket for the big
bash please Miss Tombs”
“Do you by any chance
mean the Sharpington Head Yacht Club Midsummer Ball?” she asked
“Yes that’s the one”
he replied
“Just the one ticket?”
she replied, “Not bringing a guest?”
“No just me” he
replied “I figured I’ll just get lucky on the night”
“£90” she said getting
up from her desk and preparing to walk over to the filling cabinet.
James made no effort
to get out of the way and indeed narrowed the gap so she had to squeeze past
him and rub her pert little bottom against him.
When she had got through
the gap he followed very close behind her and positioned himself so that he
could firstly stare down her gaping blouse at her beautiful lace cupped tits
and then be in situ as she opened the draw and stepped backwards thus placing
herself in his arms.
His position was perfect
and she reversed right against him
“For goodness sake
Commander Pendlebury” she barked
“I’m terribly sorry
Miss Tombs, truly I am”
“£90” she snapped
He took out his wallet
and paid her in cash, she took the money and along with the ticket she gave him
a look that said
“Why are you still here?
I have more important things to be doing”
“Good bye Miss Tombs and
thank you” he said insincerely “Sorry again for my clumsiness”
But before he got to
the door Miss Tombs got there first
“Just a word before
you go Commander” she said quietly and started poking a bony finger in his
chest
“If you do get lucky
at the Ball on Saturday night and it’s not with me I’ll cut your rigging so
you’ll only be able to take part in the ladies races next year”
Then she quickly glanced over her shoulder before she kissed him.
Charlie Wise was 30
years old and had lived in Clarence all his life, and although he lived alone
it wasn’t altogether out of choice.
There were more than a
few eligible females in the village that he could have had his pick of, and he
had even tried a few of the on for size but none of them suited.
But things changed for
the most eligible bachelor in the village when Maxine Prendergast moved in next
door with her Aunt Vikki.
The lady of the house, Vikki, was a very attractive woman and was
still in possession of a very fine figure despite being the wrong side of 50,
and she lived with her much younger girlfriend Lindsay and when Maxine’s marriage
came to an end and she needed somewhere to escape to, Aunt Vikki and Lindsay
welcomed her with open arms.
Charlie was taken with Maxi from the first moment he saw her but Vikki
cautioned him to be patient and not press his suit too earnestly.
So he took her advice and bided his time, which he did until one sunny
Sunday afternoon six months after Maxi arrived in Clarence.
He left his house just
after lunch and the first people he saw were Vikki, Lindsay and Maxie who were
all laughing and joking as they pottered around in Vikki’s front garden.
It had only been six
months since Maxi had moved in and they were still getting on famously.
The way they behaved
around each other it looked like they’d known each other forever and it
certainly didn’t look like there was over 25 years between Auntie and niece.
“Hello girls” he
called as he gave them a wave.
“Hello” they chorused in
unison as they all waved back.
“Are you coming in for
tea?” called Vikki
“On the way back” Mike
suggested “I’m just popping to the shop”
“Ok” she replied
cheerily
He bumped into friends outside the shop so it was an hour later by the
time he returned to Vikki’s house there was no sign of the girls.
The gardening tools and the wheelbarrow were still in the front garden
and the front door was open so he knew that they were still about somewhere, on
the patio drinking tea was his guess.
Charlie decided to go in and was just about to announce himself to the
occupant’s when he heard light hearted vocal discourse coming from the conservatory.
The lady of the house, Vikki, and her girlfriend Lindsay were sitting
on a rattan sofa laughing and giggling.
However as delightful as the affectionate scene was it didn’t hold his
attention for long because there was someone else present albeit on the
periphery.
Maxie was standing in the kitchen with her forehead resting on the
glass partition as she watched the happy scene, with a wistful look on her face
and Charlie walked up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder and made her
jump.
Although it took her by surprise it didn’t divert her attention for
long and after a moment he whispered
“They’re very happy together”
“I want that” Maxie said
“You want what?”
“Oh no I’m not gay” she replied quietly “but I want to be happy like
they are”
“So do I” he said and she turned to look at him and Charlie leant in
and kissed her
“It took you long enough” Maxie said “I’ve been waiting six months for
that”
“I was being patient” he explained
“Thank God it finally was out” Maxie said and kissed him
At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town
of Childean and on the outskirts was the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.
The manager was Ian Ferguson and he was 28 years old and his father was owned a substantial share in the
Hotel which influenced the decision to appoint him.
However it may have been
nepotism that got him the job but it was his hard work and diligence that kept
him in place and his choice of old school friend Declan Hughes as his assistant
certainly didn’t hurt.
Declan was also a single man when he joined the staff and it wasn’t until
Ian was in a relationship with a regular guest that he followed suit.
The Illingworth’s were
from Northumberland and stayed at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel for three weeks every July and had done since they were
married.
Jack Illingworth was
in fish and had a string of fish processing plants, his wife Mary was a big
wheel in the Women’s Institute and their 25 year old daughter Elmarie was
desperately unhappy.
Some of her
unhappiness stemmed from low self-esteem because of her body shape, she wasn’t fat
but she was what parents often refer to as big boned.
But mainly she was unhappy because of her domineering parents, they
told her what to do, what to say, what to think, where to go, her mother bought
her clothes, he father vetted which books she read and what music she listened
to, she was to all intents and purposes their prisoner.
But she had begun to rebel although very subtly, in fact so subtly
that they didn’t even notice she was doing it.
And one day Elmarie pretended to sprain her ankle so she didn’t have
to go out with them on their boring outings and it worked.
So understandably she was feeling rather pleased with herself, it was
a small victory in the scheme of things, but it was a victory nonetheless.
In fact she was so pleased with her subterfuge that she set about
doing all the things her parents wouldn’t let her do starting with the hotel
bar.
It had been a very quiet afternoon, and although the manager, Ian
Fergusson, was on a day off, he had everything set up and running like clockwork.
All Declan had to do was man reception for a couple of hours, but as
there were no new arrivals expected until the evening he just sat in the small
office at the back of reception and put his feet up and waited for the bell to
ring.
Which it inevitably did, and it woke Declan from a long afternoon
snooze where he was dreaming about the curvy Miss Illingworth and he surfaced from
that lovely dreamland when he heard the “ding”.
The bell rang several more times as he made his way to the desk and
when he reached it he found a rather tipsy Elmarie Illingworth leaning against
the front desk with her rather generous chest sitting on the counter top.
“Can I help?” Declan asked her, although the direction of his gaze one
could have supposed he was addressing her breasts.
“I’m locked out” she slurred “I lost my key somewhere in the bar”
“Did I mention I was in the bar?” she added
“No”
“It’s a very nice bar” she continued “have you been?”
“Yes I have”
“It’s very big you know, and they have lots of drinks” she said as if
she was imparting some radical new information.
Declan tapped into the computer and looked at her bar tab and was
heartily impressed at the amount she had put away in one short session.
“Well I’ll tell you what we’ll do, we will sit over there and have
some coffee, while I get someone to look for your key” He suggested
“I’m not allowed coffee” she said “so yes, that would be lovely”
And she tottered to the nearest sofa and sat down.
Declan then rang through to the bar and ordered coffee and asked them
to look for Miss Illingworth’s room key.
The coffee and the room key arrived in short order and he sat and chatted
with her while she drank.
He had noticed many times before then that she was a pretty girl, with
blue eyes and a lovely smile, not that he had seen her smile before, she normally
looked a bit sulky.
She also had a curvy figure and great legs, which he had noted before,
and she was his ideal which is why he had been dreaming about her all
afternoon.
He had always found larger women attractive and he made no apology for
that, you like what you like, and she had a pretty face and was the perfect
age.
And as they sat together he found she was really funny as well.
A couple of cups of coffee later and Elmarie had sobered considerably
“Ok let’s get you up to your room?” he suggested
“Oh yes please” she said and giggled
“Behave, they’ll be none of that” he scolded
“Shame” she said brazenly
Although it was a slow process he got her upstairs and safely into her
room.
“Well thank you” she said and leant in to kiss his cheek but at the
last second she kissed him on the mouth and the Nano second their lips touched
Elmarie thrust her tongue into his mouth in a wet sloppy fashion, which took
him completely by surprise.
As enjoyable as it was, and as much as he had looked forward to kissing
her, he didn’t want it to be just a drunken fumble that would be regretted the
next morning so he broke away.
“No don’t stop” she said and tried to reengage her lips
“I don’t want to stop” he said
“Good”
“But we must” he said
“But why?”
“Because I don’t want it to be something you’ll regret later” he
explained
“I won’t though” Elmarie said
“I don’t want to take that chance” Declan said
“So that’s that then” she said grumpily and sat down heavily on the
bed
“As you say “That’s that”” he confirmed “which is why you are going to
have a sprained ankle again tomorrow, and as it’s my day off tomorrow we can
spend the day together”
“Really?” she asked and stood up
“Only if you want to”
“Will there be kissing?” Elmarie asked as she walked towards him
“I hope so” Declan said
“Me too” She said and hugged him
Downshire Constabulary
Detective Constable’s Simon Guiver and Nicola Ellenden worked for the
Northchapel CID and had worked together on many occasions in the past and they
got on well.
They were on the face
of it chalk and cheese, he was from an upper middle class background, who was a
fast tracked graduate copper, while she was a council estate comprehensive girl
who started as a Community Support Officer before joining the constabulary and
had worked her way up to Detective.
Despite their differences
however they complimented each other, he with his classical education and
analytical mind and her with her razor sharp instincts and hard graft.
The only bone of
contention between them was the driving, they both hated to drive with a
vengeance, this was a very unusual in their profession, as it was the norm for
partners to fight over who gets the keys and not to fight to make sure the
other one did.
They had tried a
number of ways in the past to determine who got lumbered with the driving such
as, Rock Paper Scissors, Arm wrestling or tossing a coin but none of the options
really worked as they both had a propensity to cheat.
So they decided the
fairest way was one of them should drive there and the other would drive on the
return journey.
On the day the life
changing day in question Simon Guiver was driving and there was only one thing
he hated more than driving and that was driving in the rain.
And that morning in
April and it was raining, but not April showers, no it was raining hard and had
been for hours.
At least their
destination, Pomery’s Perfume’s was in Northchapel only about three miles from
the station.
Pomery’s, was an old
family business established in 1879 by Jules Sebastian Pomery and was currently
run by his Great-Great Grandson Claude.
They had moved to
their present location in Northchapel in 1928.
The two DC’s presented
their warrant cards to the Olympic security guard and were waved through the
main gate and directed to the reception.
The broad white
building was a prime example of the art deco style with its angles, curves and
symmetry.
DC Guiver got out of
the car and paused for a moment, despite the rain, in appreciation of the
stylish building.
“What a fabulous building”
Said Simon.
“Yes it’s very…. white.”
Said DC Ellenden running towards the building.
“Is that all you can
find to say about this magnificent structure?”
Said a stunned Simon
“This wonderful example
of Art Deco architecture?”
She stopped running, then
took a moment to study the façade then said.
“Yes, I stand by my
original statement, it’s definitely white, oh and it’s got some green bits”
“You’re a philistine
Nicki” Guiver said running after her.
He caught up with her
by the entrance and they were laughing as they walked into reception together.
They were directed to
the first floor by the reception and were greeted by a middle aged balding man
in a smart suit.
“Good morning” He said
offering his hand. “Paul Cork, assistant manager.”
“Good morning sir, I’m
DC Guiver” Simon said shaking the offered hand.
“And this is DC
Ellenden” He said gesturing toward Nicki.
“Sir.” She said also
shaking hands.
“Would you like to see
the scene of the crime now?” He said relishing the change of routine.
“Afterwards I will
take you through to the conference room Mr. Brownlow would like to meet you
before you leave”
After they had been shown
the suspected point of entry and Mr. Cork had given them a tour of the offices,
which were in good order save for the power leads and data cables trailing to
and from non-existent PC’s, Printers, and Scanners etc, they were shown into
the conference to meet the managing director.
Half an hour later
they were shown out of the board room and stepped into the private lift.
“I suppose this is
wasted on you” Simon said “you being a philistine”
“What do you mean, the
original 1920’s Art Deco Otis Elevator, lovingly restored for posterity” she
retorted as they rode it from the top floor to the lobby. “Not bad for a
philistine hey”
“You fraud” he said
and backed her into a corner “you like it”
“It’s functional” she
said
“And you liked the
“white” building” he suggested
“It just happens to be
my favourite building in Downshire” she said cockily
“You are amazing” he
said and then kissed her
Nicola and Simon
didn’t say a word on the short walk back to the car.
But when she walked to
the passenger side he broke the silence.
“Oy dolly daydream” He
shouted. “You’re driving remember.”
Nicola jumped. “Sorry
Simon I was miles away.”
“I know where you were
and who you were with.”
He retorted and she
flushed red.
“I was with you” she
replied and smiled
At the western end of
the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town of Childean.
And on modern estate
in a nice modern house in a quiet cul-de-sac Connor Paul woke up from a lusty
dream as the sun shone through the gap in the bedroom curtains and onto his
face, it was still quite early in the morning as he stirred in a state of
arousal.
This in itself was not
an unusual event, he was after all a young man and in his sexual prime, and was
seemingly in a perpetual state of arousal, in fact it was more noteworthy when
he didn’t wake up in the morning with an urge.
But what made this
particular morning different from any other was that it was his 21st birthday
and more significantly he was not alone and there was a brunette’s head resting
on his chest.
When the brunette
realized he was fully awake she lifted her head from his chest and wished him a
happy birthday.
“You’re insatiable
Maz” Connor said as she began chewing his ear.
“You don’t normally
complain” she replied
“I’m not complaining
now” he said
“Good”
Now you would probably
think that this kind of behavior in the nature of a birthday treat is not an
uncommon gift to be given, to be showered in kisses on your special day in the
“marital” bed so to speak, and you would under every normal circumstance be
correct.
However on this
particular occasion it was not a normal circumstance because firstly it was not
his “marital” bed, it was the sofa bed in his uncle’s spare room and secondly
the wife showering him with kisses was not in fact his wife at all, but his 16
year old cousin Marion.
The unethical nature
of this circumstance was not lost on him either, as he lay beneath the duvet
with his hosts’ daughter.
In fact he was just
thinking about how being the recipient of what was the prelude to love making
by the teenage daughter of the man who’s house he was currently a guest in, was
somewhat taking the piss to put it mildly and was not by any measure the kind
of hospitality his Uncle Daniel thought he was extending.
But it was at that point
that Connor lost his train of thought completely as the intensity of the
kissing diverted him.
But then Marion broke
away and said
“That will have to do
for now babe, Dad’s in the shower, I’ll give you your main present later”
And with that she slipped
quietly out of the room.
Connor was the baby of
his side of the Paul family while Daniel on the other hand was the oldest of
the five boys, but Marion was an only child as her mum died in childbirth.
He was a good man
though and he doted on his daughter who in turn loved him.
Connor wasn’t a particularly
good looking bloke, he was ok looking, but nothing special, but he was young
and physically fit and
But Marion liked what
she saw and fell head over heels for him.
The Paul family were
from Northchapel, and the bulk of them were still there, however Daniel moved
out to Childean shortly after he married Marion’s mum, Jo.
They had a nice modern
house in a quiet cul-de-sac and had a comfortable life.
The reason Connor
happened to be staying in the spare room at his uncle’s house and enjoying Marion’s
unique brand of hospitality was because he was training to be a reflexology
therapist at the Dancingdean Spa Hotel in Childean which was only a mile or so
down the road from Uncle Daniel’s place.
Daniel Paul was a
police sergeant with the traffic division and worked odd shifts, so he liked
the idea of having someone about the place when he was on nights, and as it
turned out so did his daughter.
Connor had been
staying in the spare room for about a month before the first time that Marion
seduced him.
It was a hot Saturday
afternoon and he had been earning his keep by doing some gardening for his
hosts and by the end of the afternoon he was hot, sweaty and dirty.
Daniel had already gone
to work and Marion was baking in the kitchen so he went upstairs and got in the
shower to clean up and he had been in there just long enough to get the
bathroom good and steamy when he saw the bathroom door open and a small figure walk
in.
Without either of them
speaking Connor watched through the steamy glass as Marion undressed, he
couldn’t see detail but the shape was unmistakable the rest was just areas of
light and shade but it was enough and his imagination did the rest.
When the shower door
opened she paused there briefly and was completely naked in front of him.
“Room for a little
one?” she said with a giggle and stepped inside.
At twenty years of age
he was not without experience with women but Marion was no novice.
Paul had only gone
upstairs to shower and clean up and thanks to his cousin he ended up getting dirty.
And that proved to be
the first of many such encounters.
After Daniel had
vacated the bathroom Connor went in for a quick shower before going downstairs
to the kitchen for a special Birthday breakfast fry up.
Uncle Daniel was on
duty and was wearing his uniform when he walked into the kitchen.
“Happy birthday kid”
he said and patted him on the back before crossing the room to kiss Marion good
bye
“We’ll go out for a
meal tonight kid, but Marion will look after you today”
While Connor listened
to his Uncle he could see Marion over his shoulder who was leering back at him
showing Connor exactly how she was going to look after him.
At the western end of the Finchbottom Vale lay the small market town
of Childean and on the outskirts was the Dancingdean Spa Hotel.
The manager was Ian Ferguson and he was 28 years old and his father was owned a substantial share in the
Hotel which influenced the decision to appoint him.
However it may have
been nepotism that got him the job but it was his hard work and diligence that
kept him in place.
He worked so hard to
make good that he had no time for a social life so after three years in the job
he had no significant other in his life and no likely candidate on the horizon.
But there was on regular
visitor who he was attracted to called Elizabeth Incledon-Webber who was a 30
something entrepreneur with pots of money.
The staff called her
Lizzie Long Stocking, because she was a tall woman, six foot one, stick thin, with little or
no visible bust line, and she had no hips to speak of and from behind she
looked like a boy, especially with her short brown hair and huge feet.
She looked younger than she was by about five years and she had a
pretty face, which was even prettier when she smiled which she always seemed to
do a lot when Ian was around.
She had been a regular for a couple of years but since his arrival at
the helm her regular visits had doubled after she first set her sights on him.
Nothing happened between them
though, until one day after a business meeting in her suite.
She always took one of
the grand suites, which had in addition to the normal facilities in a hotel
room and sitting room, an office come meeting room which enabled her to hold
business meetings in her suite.
Ian happened to be on
the same floor as her suite, patrolling his domain, when the meeting broke up
and it was quite obvious that all had not gone well.
Three red faced men
emerged muttering and a fourth came out and kicked a fire bucket.
He was not enamoured
with their behaviour but he was more concerned with what may have happened on
the other side of the door to Elizabeth.
He knocked on the door
and was releived to hear her say
“Come in”
He opened the door and
found Lizzie Long Stocking sitting on the desk.
“Is everything ok?” he asked
“Yes” she replied “it’s the same old story I’m afraid, they still
think it’s a man’s world, and they don’t like it when the little woman tells
them that it’s not”
“Little woman?” he asked and they both laughed
“Ok I admit that’s a bad turn of phrase” Elizabeth said still laughing
“The truth is that half of the men I have to deal with think I’m a
brainless bimbo and the other half think I’m a lesbian”
Ian nodded as he digested her words and then Elizabeth suddenly became
concerned that he might actually think that she was a lesbian and so she kissed
him quite forcefully pushing him back until he fell back in a chair and she
invaded his mouth with her tongue.
“I’m not a lesbian” she said between kisses
“I guess not” he replied and she reattached her mouth to his.
It was something he had often thought about, but never imagined it
would actually happen, he would never have attempted to seduce a guest however
much he may have wanted to.
But she had kissed him so all bets were off and following her
seduction Lizzie Long Stocking stayed at the Hotel more often than she did at
her own home and Ian Fergusson finally had his significant other.
On the Eve of the
Summer Ball as a scented breeze blew across the Vale, Nicola Shelley sat before the mirror
putting her earing in, her head inclined to one side, so her fine brown hair
cascaded down and falls off her shoulders, as the evening sun shimmers on the
fine strands.
The lustrous skin of her shoulders and back was naked but for the slender
straps of her dress and silently invited his caress.
The atomiser sprayed her heady perfume so it filled the room and
invaded his senses like a fragrant garden after summer rain.
The fabric of her red evening dress hugs the wondrous contours of her
topography that he knew so well and in the mirror her hazel eyes look back at
him as she sees him watching her and knowing his thoughts her reflection smiles
and at its radiance his heart soars and makes him want her.
He didn’t know why she loves him and he certainly didn’t ask “why me?” he just
thanked god for her.
For her elegance and beauty and for the greater beauty inside her.
So as he bathed in the reflected glory of her he accepted that for that evening
he must share her with friends and loved ones but later that night when his
hands slipped those fine straps off her shoulders and caressed every inch of
her nakedness she will be his alone.
Downshire is a relatively
small English county but like a pocket battleship it packs a lot in, a short
but beautiful coastline, a channel port, the Ancient forests of Dancingdean and
Pepperstock, the craggy ridges and manmade lakes of the Pepperstock Hills
National Park, the rolling hills of the Downshire Downs, the beautiful
Finchbottom Vale and farm land as far as the eye can see from the Trotwood’s
and the Grace’s in the south to the home of the Downshire Light infantry,
Nettlefield, and their affluent neighbour’s, Roespring and Tipton in the north
and our story begins in the affluent village of Roespring.
Mark Adams had been in
and out of hospital for the ten years following a bad car accident just after
his 15th birthday.
But he felt reborn
when he and Abigail Evans gave each other their innocence.
She was also 25 and
was the verger at St Catherine’s where her Uncle, James Hall, was the vicar.
Abigail was a
beautiful red head with pale skin and freckled cheeks with whom he had fallen
in love and she with him.
Abigail worked for the
Downshire
and District Building Society in the Nettlefield branch and Mark worked across
the street at the Downshire Journal and
when they could they would meet up for lunch.
“Are we going to see
each other tonight?” He asked just before they went their separate ways.
“I have Evensong but
we can meet at the vicarage afterwards” she replied
“Deal” Mark said and kissed
her goodbye and watched her go into the Building Society and then he quickly
doubled back to pick up something he was going to need that night.
He got back home about
6pm and went home to change before going to the vicarage to meet Abigail.
Some days they would
travel home together but when she had Evensong she always got an earlier train.
As he made the short
walk from his home to the vicarage he was feeling rather proud of himself,
proud of her, and proud that she was his girlfriend.
He had fancied her for
so long, and the Roespring Verger ticked all of his boxes and he wanted her to
be more than just his girlfriend.
And it wasn’t just
because of the physical side of their relationship, which was amazing and
getting better all the time, she was his soulmate and he hoped she was his.
He was thinking that
hopefully he could persuade her to bathe in the light of his love forever.
He would just have to
ask her and hope he wouldn’t scare her away.
So as he walked up to
the front door of the vicarage he had the ring in his pocket.
But as soon as she
opened the door to him he forgot it was there because of the way Abigail was
dressed, she was still wearing her vestments.
This was not normal,
her usual routine was to change in the vestry before going home, but she had
not done that, and that distracted him from his proposal because he started
having salacious thoughts.
He wasn’t sure why she
hadn’t changed but his mind started to wander into lusty territory, what if
Abigail was to give him an invitation to canoodle?
If she was he
certainly wasn’t going to let it go unaccepted.
Even if there was a
lack of attraction, which there was not, what she was wearing would have done
the trick on its own, he liked uniforms and outfits, and even though they were
both good Christians her vestments certainly didn’t put him off.
It was probably a
combination of the fact that she was almost a woman of the cloth, he thought a
verger counted, and their faith which made it extra saucy.
So the whole prospect
of making love to a Verger, in costume, had made him forget about the ring in
his pocket.
He was sitting on the
sofa watching her as she flitted around the room with her white surplice over
her full length cassock, clumping about in the stout ankle boots with her
Barbie pink socks showing above them.
“So where’s the
vicar?” he asked innocently
“He’s gone to
Mornington to dine with the St George’s at the Manor”
“Then take your Cassock
off and come and have a cuddle”
“I can’t I’m not
decent” she said and blushed.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean” she began
“That my clothes are in the vestry”
“So you’re naked under
that cassock?” he said and she turned to look at him like a rabbit caught in
the headlights.
“No I am not” she said
adamantly “I’m not a tart, I have underwear on”
“And you walked from
the church like that?” he enquired
“Yes but it was dark
and no one could see” Abigail said defensively but in her embarrassment she
tried to rush past him but he grabbed her wrist and pulled her onto the sofa
and she was blushing scarlet red and hid her face behind a cushion.
“I think it’s sexy?”
he said and hugged her
“Ow” she yelped
“What’s wrong?”
“Something dug in my
thigh” she replied
“Oh yes, I almost
forgot” he said and reached in his pocket and brought out a ring box
“What’s that?” she
asked in a whisper
“Nothing important” he
replied
“Then why was it in
your pocket?”
“Well it was something
I thought you might like but now I’m not so sure” he replied enigmatically
“I’m sure I would like
it” she offered
“Well, I don’t know”
he mused and then after he thought he had tortured her enough he added
“But as I have it here
you might as well see it”
So he opened the box
and showed her and she gasped
“It’s beautiful”
“Do you like it?” he asked
“I really do” she
replied as she stared at it
“Good” he said and
snapped the box shut and put it back in his pocket
“I just wanted your
opinion, it’s for Katie at work”
“But…” she began in
disbelief
“I suppose if you
really like it you can have it, but on one condition” he said taking from his
pocket
“What condition?” she
said sadly
“You have to marry me”
he said
“What?”
“You have to marry me”
he repeated
“You want to marry
me?” she asked in disbelief
“Absolutely” he said
“but if you don’t want to I can always ask Katie”
“Don’t you dare” she
said and snatched the box from his hand
“Is that a yes then?”
he asked as she slipped the ring on her finger
“Yes, yes, yes” she
replied and punctuated each affirmative with a kiss
“Good, now can I have
my cuddle?”
“Yes, sweetheart” she
replied then she kissed him again and wrapped her arms around his neck and let
out a rather smug self-satisfied sigh.
Claire Jarvis went to the University
of Downshire where she studied English at Abbottsford and it was for her, like
many girls of her age, a life defining time.
She was the only child of well to do parents, who divorced when she
was seven and as a result she had been thoroughly spoilt and was given
everything her heart desired, except the one thing she craved most in all the
world, their love and as a result she withdrew into her own world.
Although Claire was the oldest of the four girls in her dorm she
actually looked the youngest by some distance.
Despite the fact that she had the body of a mature woman she had a
baby face but she was destined to bloom into a very beautiful woman.
She was in halls for the first year and she shared with three other
girls Amy Coates, a tall big busted redhead, Alison Holmes, a
skinny girl with a bad case of OCD and Carole
Bean a tall, beautiful and kindly girl who like herself was a brunette.
All four of the girls were studying English in one form or another and
apart from their studies they also had in common the fact they were all natives
of the Finchbottom Vale.
Claire was from Purplemere, Carole from Childean, Alison from Finchbottom and Amy from Shallowfield.
But being in the close company of the three girls brought her out of
herself and the friendship that resulted from, on the face of it, 4 very
different characters coming together, lasted for their lifetimes.
And as they got on so well the four of them decided very early on to
rent a house between them for the second and third years.
However of all the girls Claire found herself drawn most to Carole
Bean.
The fact that the two of them had more lectures and seminars together than
the other two partly aided their closeness but it was mainly because they got
each other, they shared a sense of humour as well as having similar tastes in
music, a love of pizza and old romantic comedies and when it came time to go
home to the Vale they normally travelled together, but what really drew them
together in her first year was something that would define her world and shake
her to the core.
It happened during the Easter Holiday of their first year when Carole
returned to the flat to discover Claire laying naked on the sofa and Carole
couldn’t take her eyes off of her and when Claire discovered that she had an audience
Carole couldn’t keep her hands off her either and they made love for the first
time.
Allthough neither of them could fully come to terms with the fact that
they might be gay it didn’t prevent them from adding to their lesbian
experiences throughout their University years and the fact that they were in
love and because of that love they had some very exciting experiences together
one of which was particularly memorable and occurred at the house they shared.
At the end of the year they found themselves alone in the rented house
on Christmas Eve, they wanted to spend a whole day of their first Christmas
together on their own, and they would travel back to the Vale early on
Christmas Morning to spend Christmas with their families.
They were all packed for the next day apart from the presents which
were still sitting underneath the tree, just to make the place more Christmassy.
And all that afternoon and most of the evening Claire was like a
child.
“Can I open a present?” she asked Carole every ten minutes.
“Just one, please, please, please” she begged and after several hours
of it, she was getting right on Carole’s tits to tell the truth.
She kept picking up the presents, shaking them, squeezing them, and
even listening to them until finally Carole relented and as she headed upstairs
to the loo she said.
“We can open one present each before we leave for midnight mass”
“Oh Goody” Claire squealed
When she came back down stairs she was expecting to find Claire
waiting impatiently by the tree to open a present.
But instead she found her lying beneath the tree with wrapping paper
loosely draped about her body and she wasn’t wearing any clothes.
“You go first” she said
Once Carole had un-wrapped her present and thoroughly enjoyed the
contents they were very nearly late for midnight mass.
