Memories of Love and Lust – Part One {re-edit}02:34 Aug 04 2019
Times Read: 483
Not intended for minors.
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Memories of Love and Lust – Part One
At the bottom end of Mayor Park in Bebington, is the railway, the Wirral Line. Just before the wrought-iron railings, then embankment and track, was a path, worn into the grass by a succession of dog-walkers.
As you followed the path, you would come to a housing estate eventually, having passed a series of lock-up garages, facing one another.
Up till then, our destination had been unknown.
One minute we’d been standing by a tall privet hedge on Ellens Lane, on the far side of the park, talking intently. Then, for a second longer than I’d expected, there had been silence between us.
And, slowly the distance between us had narrowed. Our faces closer than before, it’d been inevitable what happened next.
I slid my long fingers between her long, slender, bony-jointed fingers, staring into her green brown eyes, with mine of hazel, mixed with light-blue.
I had felt small drops of rain, landing on my forehead.
I sensed and revelled in the nervous air of expectation in that narrowed space between us.
‘My best-friend, she is my best friend,’ a small voice had reminded me, again and again.
With my right hand I’d run my hand over her right cheek, to the fine hairs just before her ear, then upward, through her thick auburn hair, cut to the neck in a mannish style.
Ah, her neck: she’s such an exquisite, long neck.
Then I’d run my hand gently down her firm jaw, and up a little, to the slim firm lip, with just a hint of moisture on it.
Beverly had opened her mouth a little and I’d eased my fingertip inside, a little.
Then withdrawing my finger, I slid my hand inside her duffle-coat and around her slim waist, drawing her toward me and we kissed.
Our tongues entwined as they had desperately sought to explore the other’s mouth.
Finally the kiss had ended and Beverly had looked at me with a very intent look on her face.
As the kiss ended she looked across the road, then up and down the pavement.
She looked as nervous as I was: and, perhaps as aroused, to judge by the flush to her cheeks.
“I know somewhere,” she told me, voice breathy, betraying her excitement.
And, I recall how my heart had pounded, as I allowed her to dictate what we had done next, as I felt so out of my depth.
Our finger still entwined, she had led the way, off the pavement and up a slope onto the park.
As she did so, it had been with strong determined steps: she knew just here we where going.
“I’m on…” she had said briefly, turning her head to me.
“Uh huh,” I’d acknowledged, my mind in a whirl still. ‘Coz there I had been, hand in hand, with the young woman I felt most of and… ‘what was that she’d said, she was on?’
“Is that a problem?” she asked, with a sight note of concern to her voice.
“Oh good grief, no!” I’d assured her. And boy, had it felt good, holding her hand.
The grass we walked through was wet and my socks had got wet, as we’d walked toward the breezeblock pre-fabricated garages many of which were in a severe state of disrepair, as was the tarmac surrounding them, which had several small pools of water on it.
She led me ahead and to the garage third on, to our right, then took me inside.
It’d been darker inside than out and it had already been a grey cloud day, with the promise of more rain to come.
Toward the rear of the garage was a double mattress, which she had drawn me to, with a slightly bashful look to her face.
We known had both known what the mattress implied: both knew why we were there, without saying anything.
Looking at me briefly, she had undone the toggles on the duffle-coat, removed it and dropped it onto the middle of the mattress.
‘The coat, thrown on the mattress?’ I’d thought: fully realizing that all my dreams had really come true for me, all at once.
Stupid maybe, but true.
She’d unclasped first one button to the strap holding the bib of the blue-denim dungarees, then the other.
As the flap of material fell forward and she undid the brass buttons at each hip, the flesh of her belly came to view.
Many times, after college, I had stood at the bus-stop across the main-road from it with her, standing behind, arms wrapped round her well-wrapped slim body.
I would hold her for ages, oftimes erect and aroused, as the world passed us by; and occasionally I might smell her neck and her short brown-hair, worn in a boyish style.
That day I had chosen to see her home instead, which had led to a kiss, then more.
I was entranced, spellbound, as she had lain there on the red woollen lining of the duffle-coat, with an expectant look on her face. So I’d dropped to my knees, on the mattress, between her splayed legs.
Then I’d leant forward; and with trembling fingers, I’d eased the dungarees over her pronounced hipbones and down her toned firm thighs.
“Not all the way,” she’d hissed, a note of urgency in her voice.
Then as an after thought, she’d added, “Just in case.”
‘Just in case?’ I’d wondered for but a moment, as I began to undo my belt and zip.
“Just in case?” I’d mused aloud.
Beverly had raised herself up on her elbow’s, then slipped her thumbs in the sides of her greying, faded cotton panties and lifting her self up a little, eased them over her buttocks and down her thigh’s. After she had so, she reached between her thigh’s and pulled the used pad from there and cast it to her right.
It had land in a fairly large, shallow puddle a few feet away.
And, there it had been, her lightly musky sex, all closed on itself, within the light nest of pubic hair, but ooh-wow, it looked so perfect, to me.
“It doesn’t matter,” she’d assured me, reaching up with both hands.
I had leant down, onto her, my friend, my lover, caressing her face with my right hand, as I pressed my right cheek to her left, nuzzling into her warmth.
Our lips had found each other and we’d kissed again. Oh, how I’d enjoyed that, as our hands roamed, with each of us in anticipation of the next moment.
And, then I’d looked to my left, as through the entrance to the garage, I saw the rainfall. It wasn’t heavy, but it was rain, to add water to the puddle, where even now, the pad had absorbed as much as it could and swollen to a large mass.
We had held one another, as I realized, slowly that I couldn’t, just couldn’t.
I’d been mortified, but Beverly had just kept stroking the back of my neck.
“Shhh… Don’t worry about it, it happens to lots of men,” she said in an attempt at reassurance, then added, “There’ll be another time.”
COMMENTS
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Crowscat
03:14 Aug 04 2019
whoa Angelus, I didn't see that one comin'... I was reading in anticipation to every word, taking in the feel of this as it crawled down my spine...it was breathtaking to read the lure of the story...part 2 huh? I simply can't wait!
Angelus
15:52 Aug 05 2019
and yes, there was and is a part two.
it went better. erm... it had been part of what was...