On Monday morning the first person I saw as I walked through the school gates was Mike.
I've often remarked on his grin. It was without doubt his most typical expression. Of course he frowned and pouted and just looked blank at times, like everyone does. But the default setting for Mike was at a minimum 'broad smile'. That morning he was smiling so widely I thought the top of his head had detached.
"Yo, Sean." he called in his booming voice. "Isn't it a lovely day?"
He had arranged to meet Tara after school. I was meeting Jill. He wanted to introduce them.
"Maybe," I said. "But a few things occur to me. Tara is Lizzie's mate. They go to the same school. She might be with her. Could be awkward. I haven't had a chance to talk to Jill yet. Perhaps tomorrow?"
So I met Jill on my own. Penny was still in Cork, or on the long drive home. Jill kissed me enthusiastically as soon as she got in the car. No worries about being spotted by snooping teachers, I noted.
"God I missed you!" she said
"And I missed you. Where shall we go?"
"Our house." She said immediately.
It wasn't quite ours yet. Ten days to wait. But we could park in the drive and walk in the garden, and sit on the back step in the sun. And in the car behind the hedge no one could see us.
We kissed for a long time, and then Jill said "So, Cassanova, tell me about the party. Did you score?"
"Well, the big news is Mike scored. Big time. New girlfriend called Tara. Quite cute little red head. Who dragged him upstairs and into a room full of other couples, pulled his clothes off and rode him silly. He had a very good time."
"Really! My goodness! How come I miss all the best parties?" she grinned. "And what were you doing while they were engaged in this orgy?"
"Well, Tara's friend Liz was at a loose end, and I had to keep her occupied. So I took her off for a run when I dropped Len and Owen home, and she diverted me down Duncan's Dam car park on the way home."
"Ooh. And was she very diverting?" asked Jill, with, I was glad to hear, not a trace of annoyance.
"Indeed. You'd like her. She has no navel," I said.
"What?"
"No tummy button. Nothing there. Not hidden anywhere else. I checked. She's small, dark, lithe, and open to the idea of an afternoon in bed with you. And me, of course. She has never been with a girl, but she had no problems stripping off in the bedroom with Mike and Tara and all the others."
"Including you? You were in on the orgy?" said Jill, perhaps a little peeved.
"Yes. But there was no-one from school. Or your school. It was all University students. And I don't think anyone will talk about anyone else. It was sort of spontaneous and rather nice. Just lots of couples together. I'm sorry you weren't there. It would have been lovely with you."
Jill looked at me a little strangely for a minute, and then said. "But then you wouldn't have been with her."
"Yes. But I would have been with you. Oh it was fun with Liz, but I missed you. Jill Wyatt, there is no one like you. No one who makes me feel this way. It was something that came home to me again this weekend without you. I like Penny. I love her. And sex with her is fun. And sex with Liz was fun too. But it isn't the same as making love with you."
I kissed her then and whispered "I'm not allowed to talk about the future with you for another four months. But my feelings haven't changed, except to get stronger. I want to live my life with you, Jill."
She kissed me then and said "Oh Sean. I wouldn't believe you, except that I feel the same. Even though, and this seems strange to me, I'm excited by the idea of this new girl. Liz? Yes? I ought to be furious. I ought to feel betrayed and hurt and dump you right now. But instead I want to hear all about what you did, and what she did, and what you think she might do. And when can we meet her and find out. And that sounds awful!"
"No it doesn't. It sounds like a confident, loving, liberated and horny young woman. Who is adored and desired, and about to be ravished." I said, gathering her in my arms and holding her so her lips were almost touching mine and I could see into her eyes. I smiled and added "If she doesn't object?"
She brushed my lips with hers, making a little "No" gesture with her head. Then, smiling, she did it again making a nodding, "Yes" gesture.
I asked her which it was. Her tongue touched my lips to silence me. She squeezed her thigh against me. I took that as a 'yes'.
The kiss was long and soft and warm. I didn't ravish her. But I did help her undo her buttons and loosen her bra, slide off her tights and panties and loosen her skirt. I took thime to admire her crinkled up nipples, her smooth tummy with its little indent in the right place, and the soft springy bush below with just the hint of the slit beneath.
She had undone my shirt and belt, and zip, and pulled my trousers an underpants down to my knees. She had my cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it as I moved to suck her nipples and spiralled a finger across her mons and upper thighs, slipping ever closer to the little hard nub of flesh that was my target. I wasn't surprised when she gasped. My fingertip had found her slit and opened it, sliding up to her clit and circling it rapidly.
It wasn't long before she was clinging to me and panting, and her eyes had that far- away-but-right-here look.
I loved to watch the redness creep across her bosom and up her neck as orgasm approached. I loved the sound of her gasping my name as my fingers went inside her and my thumb took over on her clit. I loved the way she pulled my body on top of her, wordlessly demanding that I enter her, that I thrust deep into her. I loved the feeling of her long slim legs wrapped around me, and the sight of her bush mingling with mine as I felt my balls against her body and my shaft clutched by her slick pussy. I loved it all, and I loved her. Something more than lust or desire was filling me, it approached awe, it humbled me and gave me pride at the same time. It was beyond belief, and ultra real.
I kissed her as I rode her, tongues touching and breath mixed as she pulsed and squeezed and came and pulled me deep.
