My University Life - Summer Brea

As the Summer Break started, I was back home but it felt like my head and my heart were elsewhere! I began to suspect that the Plan was changing.

Year 2 - The Summer Break

July 1977

Late the next week Mary rang, telling me the date of Jane's results. I told her I'd be down the day before, if that was OK. Mary said it was no problem, in fact it might help calm Jane. And her and Eric too!

"We're planning on taking Jane to the Isle Of Wight as a surprise," said Mary. "Eric said because of all the help you've given Jane, he wondered if you wanted to come with us for the week. If that would be OK with you, of course. Another surprise for Jane, I guess. So, what do you think?"

"Mary, I'm gob-smacked," I replied, "that you even think about inviting me, but absolutely yes. I'd love to."

So the plan was hatched! We wouldn't tell Jane.

Jane and I spoke two, three, sometimes 5 times a week, usually later in the evening, depending on my work hours at the supermarket.

In late July, Jane came to visit me for a weekend. I picked her up on the Friday from Preston station and got a slow bus home. We were like giggly kids. Jane didn't let go of my arm all the way. Introducing her to mum, dad and Annie felt awkward. Everyone was talking at her like she was my girlfriend! Annie took to Jane immediately, maybe like an older sister she'd always wanted. She practically dragged Jane to her room after the evening meal. She was gone for 3/4 hour till mum intervened. Then, there was mum's gentle grilling!! And mum's story of my life!

Groan

Jane loved it, smiling at me often throughout the tale.

Mum said at the end, smiling, "In many of his ways Jon is like his dad. Well, mostly the good bits!"

Dad didn't interrupt mum, he knew better but eventually laid out his plans for our weekend. Saturday was an early start, up to the Lake District, dad's favourite place. Five of us in the car was snug, but Annie sat in between Jane and I. We ended up walking around Eskdale and Wast Water, dad acting as guide and telling Jane all the things he had told Annie and me as kids! For Jane it was all new. A place she'd never been, doing things that 'normal families' do, and being fussed over by mum, dad and Annie. I hardly got a look in.

When we arrived home, quite late, Jane said a big thank you to dad, saying,

"That was a fabulous day out, the best I've ever had, being... being with you all." There was a hint of a quiver in her voice. Mum hugged her.

It had already been decided that Jane would sleep in my room, with me relegated to the downstairs couch. We managed goodnight kisses, that's all. We'd also agreed to pause our 11:30 plan, as I was on the couch! The next day Jane said discreetly that she couldn't resist her 11:30, seeing as she was in my actual bed!! I smiled.

Sunday had us walking again, around Broughton and Mason's Wood. It was quite hot but dad knew all the best pubs, or 'watering holes' as he called them, that were on the route. Jane said at one point, she'd never walked as much in her life!

Though we got back late, dad insisted on making us something to eat. Mum, Annie, Jane and I were in the living room, just chatting idly, when Jane asked mum,

"Mrs Bailey..."

"Whoa!" mum interrupted, "That makes me sound so old, call me Sarah."

"Oh! Sorry. Sarah, Jon told me about your 40th and what his dad said, but I wondered how did you know he was... the one?"

"Good question!" she replied, "I think when you know... you know. Though we knew one another as we'd grown up together in the same street, it was in secondary school I suppose. We were 11 and 12ish. On my way home I got hit by a bike, hurt my leg and twisted my ankle. Harry was right there. He carried my bag, held my arm to support me and got me home. He even came round after tea to check on me. The next morning he called for me, carried my bag again and walked me to school. He did that every day. He was just... kind, caring, considerate, funny and I just felt... well, comfortable and content when we were together. I think I was 17 by the time I realised I loved him and told him. Clever sod said

'I know'

."

"That's lovely," said Jane.

"Never underestimate the simple things like kindness and compassion, humour and not having to speak to fill a silence." mum added.

On the Monday morning at breakfast, Jane said to mum, "Thank you for having me. It was just so lovely to be... be part of a family like yours."

I could sense the nearness of tears in her and I think my mum could too, who said back, "Well anytime you want to come be with us, we'd love to have you. I mean it. After all, you look after my boy for me, so..." Mum hugged her hard. Annie seemed genuinely upset.

Dad, being dad, just kissed her on her forehead and said, "See you again. Soon."

As Jane left on the lunchtime train, there were again some tears, but also smiles and hugs and kisses. We spoke again that night, and resumed our 11:30 pleasures!

Though I wasn't with Jane at the end of July, I later found out that she had also spoken to Eric about love. What follows is something like how that conversation went:

"Grandad, how did you and nan fall in love and how did you know it was love?"

He answered, "It was 1929 when her family moved in next door. Our parents got on well. We walked together to the same school. Gwen easy going, fun to be with and I guess we just grew into one another. You did in those days! We got married the year before the War. She was kind, thoughtful, funny, never really angry... we just fit together. I worked in telecommunications and was sent away around the country on hush-hush work, rather than being called up. So I got home a lot. It was like love at first sight every time I came home! But it was different times, my dear, different times. Your nan will always be the love of my life."

"What about Mary?" Jane asked.

"Oh! My bit on the side!" he joked. "We both missed your nan for different reasons. We also grew together. Just differently. Why do you ask?"

"Just curious, grandad." said Jane!

Jane recounted this to me later.

August 1977

Though we'd spoken on the phone a lot, at the beginning of August Jane rang asking me to come for her results day. When she told me the date, I feigned disappointment saying, "Sorry Jane but I've already made arrangements to go see my best friend. I... I could come at the weekend."

She was obviously disappointed, and I felt such a heel for lying to her!

She replied, "No you can't. Grandad and Mary are taking me away... somewhere."

Again I told a little white lie, "I'll sort something out Jane, I promise. I'll do my best to be there."

So I travelled down on the middle Wednesday in August, the day before her results. Mary had told me in advance the best time to arrive. I got to the house and it was empty so I hurried to put my bag in the bedroom. It was about 30 minutes later, when I'm in the front room and I hear Jane and Mary come in, Jane chattering away. As she passed the living room door she sees me, turns sideways and steps in, a surprised look on her face.

"I thought you couldn't come! You said you were going to see your best friend."

Smiling I replied, "I did say that and I have come... to see my best friend."

The look on Jane's face transformed and she practically leapt across the room, enveloping me in a huge hug then an equally huge kiss. When she finally peeled herself off my lips, I could see the surprised look on Mary's face.

I said, over Jane's shoulder, "I think she's glad to see me!"

"A bit more than glad, I think!" Mary said back, leaving the room for the kitchen.

Jane kissed me hard again before finally letting go and slapping my arm, "That's for not telling me and...and being sneaky and..." another kiss, with a huge smile, "Thank you for coming."

It was an easy evening with Eric and Mary, though they must have realised that Jane seemed to be next to me or snuggling me all evening. At bedtime, we kissed on the landing and Jane whispered, "11:30!"

I winked my OK.

As I climbed into bed, readying myself for 11:30, I swore I could smell Jane's perfume. It somehow made the orgasm more intense, as if she was right there!

The next morning was A Level Results Day. At breakfast, Jane hesitantly asked if I could go with her for the results. Eric and Mary looked at one another, and though I wondered if they were disappointed at Jane's request, they said it was OK, if that's what she wanted. I said we could all go, but Mary said just the two of us should go, but come straight back!

Jane was nothing short of gobsmacked at her results. She got an A and 2 B's. Her form teacher made his way over, to congratulate her, overjoyed at her results, to tell her that he knew there was a clever girl in the somewhere waiting to get out! He even looked at me just before he left, saying, "Well done you."

We raced back to tell Eric and Mary. They were ecstatic for her, huge hugs and kisses all round. Eric said we must celebrate, so we'd go out later. I don't think Jane even considered telling her mum the results!

So at the restaurant Eric had booked for the evening, we had a slap up meal, lots of wine and beer. Eric gave her £100, as a gift for doing so well. Jane was bowled over.

As the meal was ending, Eric asked, "So what time's your train tomorrow?"

Catching the look in his eye, I realised what he was doing, "I haven't actually booked a return yet. I wasn't sure how long I might stay."

"Why don't you come with us?" he asked.

Jane's eyes widened as she looked from her grandad to me and back. "To the Isle of Wight?" she asked. Eric nodded.

"Say YES", Jane looked at me and almost shouted, "Please say yes."

"Errr... " I started.

"Don't you dare say no!" Jane ordered, her face stern.

"Well when you ask so nicely." I replied, which resulted in a swift kiss on my cheek.

"Just as well I brought some casual tops, shorts and swimming trunks, eh! Mary?"

Jane looked from me to Mary to Eric, seeing a big smile on both their faces.

"You... you planned this. You... horror bag, lovely people." Jane said, getting up and going round to hug them both.

"And you..." she gently accused me, with another gentle slap on my arm.

So on the Saturday morning, off we drove to Ryde on the Isle of Wight, a place I'd never been. Somewhat like my dad, it was Eric's favourite place and he told us all about it, his holidays there and all sorts.

It was early afternoon when we arrived at the caravan site and checked in. It was quite spacious, with a double bedroom, shower/toilet, twin bedroom, kitchen area and a large lounge diner. As we piled our stuff in, Eric said that he and Mary would have the double bedroom, Jane in the twin and I would be on the settee in the lounge, which doubled up as a bed at night.

It was Jane who objected, "But grandad, Jon can sleep in my room. It'll save all the mess of doing and undoing the settee each night. I don't mind. I'll be OK. You OK, Jon?"

Not wanting to sound too eager, I replied, "I think it would certainly be easier but... I wouldn't want to make anyone feel uncomfortable with the arrangement."

"Honestly grandad, Mary," said Jane looking at them, "it won't be a problem. If there is then there's always the lounge."

Mary looked at Eric and smiled and nodded, "OK" said Eric.

Quickly I said, "However, at the first sign of any snoring from Jane then she's out into the lounge!"

"ME! And the first fart from you and you're out!" she answered back.

"Jane Lawson, how rude! Wash your mouth out with soap," I said, feigning shock.

She squinted her eyes, then looked back to her grandad, who looked at Mary, who said to us both, "OK but remember, we're trusting you."

Jane hugged Mary then Eric before quickly going into the room and informing me which bed was hers. The one on the right.

After a brief unpack, Eric took us all out for a walk around Ryde, including something to eat and drink. We did some food shopping on the way back. Once we returned we finished a proper unpack, Mary sorted out the food and Eric made us a cuppa. He told us where we'd be going out that night. To eat and drink!

It was just after 11 when we got back to the caravan, all of us a little tired from the early start. Eric and Mary were first to use the bathroom and get changed for bed. Jane and I were sat in the front of the caravan. Then Jane sorted herself out and by the time I changed in the bathroom and went into the bedroom, she was already in her bed.

There was an odd silence between us briefly, then Jane said, quietly, "I think we better respect grandad's wish and... not do anything, don't you?"

I nodded, "Guess so."

I can't exactly recall what started it but something got us giggling, which developed into raucous laughter that we struggled to contain. Mary knocking on the door asking us to be quiet didn't really help, at first. However, we did settle down. I crept out of my bed to give Jane a kiss. A rather long and sensual one, without any additional fondling. I think we fell asleep quite quickly.

Sunday was a day on the beach. In and out of the water, lay sunbathing, eating a picnic lunch then the same again in the afternoon! We all did a lot of walking around, Jane sometimes arm in arm with her grandad, other times with me.

Again, aside from a deep kiss from the side of her bed, we didn't touch one another.

Monday we were on the beach again, but Eric and Mary had gone walkabout. We were just sunbathing, or so I thought, until I opened my eyes to look sideways. I saw Jane on her side looking at me, an almost sad or forlorn or something look on her face.

"What's up? You have a look on your face that I can't quite place!" I said.

I'm sure I could almost see her eyes smearing, "I..." she began hesitantly, "I look at you and I feel... so happy, it... I love you Jon." she hurried out those last few words.

Turning on my side to face her, I answered, holding my hand to hers, "I know. Only because I love you too."

She looked ready to burst into tears, so I leant forward and kissed her, my hand pulling her head to mine. Finally easing out of the kiss, I gently pushed her onto her back and lay my chest across hers, resting on my arms. The look on her face had changed, though her eyes still glistened.

"Do you really mean that?" she asked meekly.

"I'd like to think, in this situation, the girl would know how sincere the boy was. That he would never lie about something so important. The boy has loved her for a while but not wanted to... force the girl's feelings, though I think he knew."

"Jon," was all Jane said as she bear hugged me, her face next to mine.

"Jane, I think we might be disturbing the natives with our display!" I said.

"Oh!" she said letting me go so I could lay back beside her.

We sat and lay and sat, both looking at one another with big grins and smiles. That was how Eric and Mary found us shortly afterwards. We claimed we'd had a giggling fit over something to do with Monty Python. Eric just moaned!

That night when we went to bed, I entered the bedroom and Jane was already in bed. I knelt down beside her. As she looked at me, I kissed her. A moment later my hand moved to slip under the sheet to lay it on her breast. Slowly but surely my hand moved under her top to fondle the warm flesh of her breast. From there it slid down her tummy and under her PJ bottoms. I roamed my hand over her pubic thatch before finally cupping her vagina. Her labia were moist already. It was as if her clitoris was calling me, so I responded by rubbing it. Jane moaned quietly in the kiss. I eased from the kiss, looking into her eyes in the semi-light as I continued stimulating her love button. Jane's eyes began to close then suddenly widen as an orgasmic wave washed over her.

As she came down from her climax, my hand moved to push her bottoms off. Jane raised her bum to help. Once off, she pushed the sheet off, opening her legs wide, one knee against the bedroom wall. I tickled her clitoris again. Then with a sudden urge, I kissed her navel before moving down to kiss her between her spread-eagled legs. My tongue made its way to her clitoris and began to roll around it. I felt her begin to tremble then her hand grip my arm. It tightened as she orgasmed again. Cupping her vagina again I moved back to kiss her. As the kiss ended:

"So nice," she whispered, "so naughty!"

"It was," I answered quietly, "And so intimate."

As I climbed into my bed as silently as I could, Jane put her PJs back on and pulled up her sheets. I looked at her, "I love you."

"I love you too," she replied, "Sleep tight!"

We were both asleep in no time!

On the Tuesday morning, about 6:30 I woke. With a really painful hard-on. I stirred and looked across at Jane, to find her already looking back at me.

She whispered, "Good morning."

I quietly replied, "This good" and lifted the side of my bedsheet facing her, showing the bulge in my PJ bottoms.

"Need a hand?" she asked in a hushed tone.

I nodded a yes. Slowly and quietly she got out of her bed, as I pushed my sheets down. Jane rested her hand on the bulge in my PJ bottoms and 'mmmmd' an approval. I lifted up enough to slide my bottoms off. As I did Jane's left hand surrounded my erection and began slowly stroking up and down. Shortly I started thrusting up into her hand, feeling my balls tingling in anticipation. I mouthed a warning that I would cum shortly.

Jane smiled, whispering "Have to do something about that!"

Then she moved her head, her lips suddenly wrapped around the head of my penis. I stayed her head, pulled it back making her look at me.

"You don't need to do this, you know." I whispered back.

"But I want to," she said, "and it'll... You know."

I suspected she was thinking where my spunk load would go otherwise. And about cleaning it up!

"Only if you're sure." I insisted.

"I imagine the girl would say something like

You kiss me intimately, so now it's my turn.

"

Her mouth returned to my engorged glans and her hand clamped around my shaft. Her hand began pumping and her mouth began bobbing. It was an incredible sensation. After maybe a minute, as I looked at her head, her hand and my penis, I was just about to explode.

I blew a long breath out and tapped her head, making her look sideways at me. She kept her mouth around my erection's head. I mouthed "I'm gonna cum."

She flared her eyes in acknowledgement and as she did I gasped in ecstasy. The surge of electric tingling coursed through to my penis, buried in Jane's mouth and it spewed forth my semen load, spurt after spurt. Though my eyes closed briefly, I could see just a slight dribble out of the side of her mouth, the majority of my spunk inside her mouth. Or swallowed.

As she lifted her head towards me, she said, "That was amazing. I did that... not just for you but for me. To show... how much you mean."

I pulled her up and into me, kissing her passionately, deeply, tongues entwined, the taste of my own semen still in her mouth. Though there was barely any room on the bed, she snuggled up. We lay together, contented. Into my chest, I heard her say, "I love you so much."

I kissed the top of her head, "I love you too, Jane."

When we heard the toilet flush, Jane returned to her bed. And I put my PJ bottoms back on!

We spent the day out, driving to Freshwater across the island. We walked, ate, drank and went to the beach.

Eric was dozing in a deckchair, when Jane asked Mary about how she fell in love, and when she first knew. She looked at Jane, then sighed.

"I was young when I met my husband to be. It was a bit of a whirlwind really. He was charming and attentive and things were OK at first. He changed after he lost his job, became abusive, stealing from my purse, pawning stuff. He seemed to resent me having a job and money. I confided in your nan at work, which was how I met Eric. Together they helped me through and out of that bad relationship and your grandad supported your nan as she supported me. He just did stuff for me, without being asked. Both of them welcomed me into their friendship, into their life. Whenever I was low they would lift me. Eric made me laugh, something I thought I'd forgotten how to do."