disappointment.
“You look nervous,” he said. “You’ve got nothing to be frightened of. I won’t hurt you, I promise. Can I help you take off the dress?”
As he carefully undid the buttons on my dress he found my new, rosebud-encrusted bra.
“That’s very pretty,” he said, stroking the cups with his finger tips. I didn’t tell him that I bought it in a supermarket, in case it spoiled the effect. He hesitated and reached behind me to unhook the fastener. Without waiting to remove the fabric, his fingers tentatively touched my breasts. I pulled down the straps and cradled the head that was now pressed against my chest.
The candles glowed in the background. “Danny, my angel,” I whispered. He wasn’t the only person who felt they had waited a lifetime.
He removed the rest of my clothing and stroked my shoulder. “I thought this moment would never come,” he said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time we met. Sometimes it felt like I thought about nothing else and I was going mad. I’m not just a boy just after a quick fix. I’m a man. I’m going to make it as good for you as I can so that you’ll always want more from me.”
I couldn’t want him more than I already did and my look must have said it all. We kissed again and he moved down my body and traced a line around my hipbone with his tongue until he reached the inside of my thigh. He looked up at me.
“Open your legs,” he whispered.
Through the ensuing night we made love to each other and clung together. Finally as the candle guttered and died we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Early the next morning Danny woke up with a start. “Good God, look at the clock. I’ve got to go, or I’ll be on a charge. The Army doesn’t let you take the morning off.”
“What?”
He hopped about pulling on his jeans. “It’s nearly eight and I’m on duty at eight thirty. I’ve got to get back to the barracks and change. God, I hope the traffic’s light. Bet it won’t be. I’ll see you tonight.” He kissed me, without stopping for breath.
“No, I’m working tonight.”
“I’ll pick you up after, then. I’ll be waiting at the corner for you, by the bank.”
As he ran out of the front door, I grabbed my robe and went through to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. There the mess from the night before confronted me. Smears of tomato soup and broken pottery were everywhere and I heaved a sigh, realising that before I could make myself a drink, I’d have to clean the floor.
On my hands and knees clearing up the mess, I thought about the morning a few months earlier when I cleaned the hall, daubed with my poor Aidan’s blood. A lump came to my throat and I knew that I would never be able to forget, or get over, what had gone before.
Danny was true to his word and met me after work that night, and over the next few days we spent every available minute together. His body became as familiar to me as my own, and when we went to bed together on Saturday night, I realised how wonderful it must be to sleep with the same person all the time.
On Sunday morning, I made some coffee for us and took it back to the bed where he was sitting up waiting for me. He rolled back the bedclothes for me to get in and patted the bed. Then he said, “I’ve got a confession to make.”
Oh, no, I thought, bracing myself for bad news. Here it comes. I thought everything was too good to be true.
“It’s about the car,” he continued. “It isn’t actually mine. I’ve got a motor bike. You see, I always wanted a bike but my dad wouldn’t let me have one, so as soon as I was earning I bought a second hand Triumph. You should have seen the bloke’s face when I went round to pick it up, his pride and joy. He was an old guy and practically made me promise that I’d look after it. I’ve been borrowing the car from my mate Adam, because I didn’t think you’d like to be a passenger on a bike. He doesn’t go out in it much, but I’ve had it
“You look nervous,” he said. “You’ve got nothing to be frightened of. I won’t hurt you, I promise. Can I help you take off the dress?”
As he carefully undid the buttons on my dress he found my new, rosebud-encrusted bra.
“That’s very pretty,” he said, stroking the cups with his finger tips. I didn’t tell him that I bought it in a supermarket, in case it spoiled the effect. He hesitated and reached behind me to unhook the fastener. Without waiting to remove the fabric, his fingers tentatively touched my breasts. I pulled down the straps and cradled the head that was now pressed against my chest.
The candles glowed in the background. “Danny, my angel,” I whispered. He wasn’t the only person who felt they had waited a lifetime.
He removed the rest of my clothing and stroked my shoulder. “I thought this moment would never come,” he said. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first time we met. Sometimes it felt like I thought about nothing else and I was going mad. I’m not just a boy just after a quick fix. I’m a man. I’m going to make it as good for you as I can so that you’ll always want more from me.”
I couldn’t want him more than I already did and my look must have said it all. We kissed again and he moved down my body and traced a line around my hipbone with his tongue until he reached the inside of my thigh. He looked up at me.
“Open your legs,” he whispered.
Through the ensuing night we made love to each other and clung together. Finally as the candle guttered and died we fell asleep in each other’s arms.
Early the next morning Danny woke up with a start. “Good God, look at the clock. I’ve got to go, or I’ll be on a charge. The Army doesn’t let you take the morning off.”
“What?”
He hopped about pulling on his jeans. “It’s nearly eight and I’m on duty at eight thirty. I’ve got to get back to the barracks and change. God, I hope the traffic’s light. Bet it won’t be. I’ll see you tonight.” He kissed me, without stopping for breath.
“No, I’m working tonight.”
“I’ll pick you up after, then. I’ll be waiting at the corner for you, by the bank.”
As he ran out of the front door, I grabbed my robe and went through to the kitchen to make a cup of tea. There the mess from the night before confronted me. Smears of tomato soup and broken pottery were everywhere and I heaved a sigh, realising that before I could make myself a drink, I’d have to clean the floor.
On my hands and knees clearing up the mess, I thought about the morning a few months earlier when I cleaned the hall, daubed with my poor Aidan’s blood. A lump came to my throat and I knew that I would never be able to forget, or get over, what had gone before.
Danny was true to his word and met me after work that night, and over the next few days we spent every available minute together. His body became as familiar to me as my own, and when we went to bed together on Saturday night, I realised how wonderful it must be to sleep with the same person all the time.
On Sunday morning, I made some coffee for us and took it back to the bed where he was sitting up waiting for me. He rolled back the bedclothes for me to get in and patted the bed. Then he said, “I’ve got a confession to make.”
Oh, no, I thought, bracing myself for bad news. Here it comes. I thought everything was too good to be true.
“It’s about the car,” he continued. “It isn’t actually mine. I’ve got a motor bike. You see, I always wanted a bike but my dad wouldn’t let me have one, so as soon as I was earning I bought a second hand Triumph. You should have seen the bloke’s face when I went round to pick it up, his pride and joy. He was an old guy and practically made me promise that I’d look after it. I’ve been borrowing the car from my mate Adam, because I didn’t think you’d like to be a passenger on a bike. He doesn’t go out in it much, but I’ve had it
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