This is a slow, romantic build to eventual hot sex in later chapters, between two lovers who find each other. Character based the story is about people who care and want to give pleasure to each other, in all aspects of their lives.
If you like romantic stories please enjoy, and give feedback as the ending is not yet written! Just like in real life.
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Standing at the top of Box Hill, the cold night surrounding them, stars glinting in the dark sky, Misha held Froo into the crook of his body, his legs splayed out as he leaned against the stone wall of the little outlook platform at the top of the hill.
Spread out in front of them the lights from the town of Dorking glittered as well as the small little villages disappearing into the distance.
Puffs of mist escaped their mouths as they breathed, and Froo lent her head back against Misha's chest, looking up at the clear night sky.
"Tell me about Los Angeles, what was it like to grow up there?"
"It was fun, my family is enormous and most of my cousins lived down the road, or not far away, so I had lots of fun. We all liked to swim and surf and pretty much grew up as a pack, along with my best friends Robin and John."
Settling his cheek against her head, he carried on,
"We lived outside of the main centre of LA in Glendale, middle class in a mixed neighbourhood, went to school locally, until I went to UCLA and shared with Robin and John a tiny place in Westwood, where we pretty much drunk and partied for most our college years. Dad worked hard all his life as an accountant, and mum taught music. My uncles and my dad were into sport and family dinners at weekends were at each others homes, where we had big major baseball games in the backyard that always ended with lots of laughs and tears, and whenever I was in a swim meet half the audience was made up of my family."
"Sounds fun."
"Yeah it was, but also sometimes constricting and claustrophobic. Everyone knew everything about everyone, and everyone had an opinion. When I had my accident and woke up in the hospital my Uncle Sasha was telling the Doctor what to do with my legs, and my Aunt was trying to set a nurse up on a date with my eldest cousin Andrei."
Froo giggled, "Not with you then?"
"No, not with me, they couldn't have found me under all the bandages. What about you? What was your child hood like?"
"Very middle class, but not like yours. I have an older sister and a younger brother, we lived in Epsom, and I loved horses. I worked down the local stables mucking out in exchange for rides, I did OK at school, but not great, and went on to college to do my 'A' levels so I could go to Uni to learn to teach, but then I met Gary and ended up working at the department store. My parents were lovely, and we had a great childhood, with holidays down in Devon and Cornwall, or in Bournemouth. It always seemed to be raining, and I learnt how to swim by my dad in the indoor swimming pool of a hotel down there. It's also where I learnt to dance in the little night club that the hotel had."
"You like to dance?"
"Yes, do you?" and twisted her head back to look up at Misha.
"Well now it depends if what you describe me as doing on a dance floor as dancing. Actually I look like a reject from a string puppet show. My arms and legs are everywhere, very inelegant and slightly embarrassing for whomever I'm dancing with."
"Really, you mean to tell me you're not perfect!"
"No Froo I'm not perfect." Kissing the top of her head, he told her, "actually you talk about your body and what you imagine is wrong with it, I have some bad scars on mine, and the one thing I've learnt is they're part of me and my life, and to get over them."
Froo turned around in his arms, a serious look on her face. "From your accident?"
