The Paul & Jenny Stories Pt. 05: Paul & Jenny's Caribbean Cruise
I sat looking out of the window as the December evening closed in. A fine grey drizzle was falling. Jenny would be home soon from University. She had my car, as I was not allowed to drive yet. I wished I had an automatic gear change on my car.
My Grandparents, with whom I was staying, were out and I was alone in the house with the exception of my Black Labrador Bitch, Millie.
I hoped she wouldn't be long. The more I knew her the more I missed her when she wasn't there.
My injuries had nearly healed. A slight stiffness in the wrist which might stay with me for the rest of my life. The bone in my ankle had knitted well and I should have no further problems with it. However my tendons still needed a little time to completely mend so I wore a support bandage and rested whenever possible, walking with the aid of a stick when necessary.
On the back of my left hand and forearm were the scars of the Panthers teeth.
They would fade with time but would never completely disappear. We had discussed plastic surgery. Perhaps one day.
The court appearances had ended.
Mandy had received a prison sentence, May a shorter one, suspended, due to the fact she had discovered she was pregnant, possibly by her own father. At the end of the sixties, when this took place, it wasn't possible to determine the parent of a child in the womb so she had decided to run full term, as there were other possible fathers. My plea of self-defence had been accepted.
The newspapers kept trying to get us to give interviews but we had all decided to keep quiet about the details of the rapes that had taken place in the farmhouse. With Small's death that case would not now come to court.
We had both to go to London the following week for the presentation of our Duke of Edinburgh awards. We had met completing them in Northern Ireland in the summer.
I saw the lights of my car, or as Jenny says, her car, roll through the gates and up the short gravel drive to the front of the cottage.
Three bedrooms, low oak beamed ceilings, big fireplaces. The downstairs study had been converted into a bedroom for me whilst convalescing. Handy whilst Jenny was there. She could sneak down from her bedroom upstairs when my Grandparents were in bed and spend most of the night with me.
I saw Jenny get out of the car and went to the front door to greet her. Millie leaping up and down by my side.
"Good girl, Millie. Down girl." Millie eventually calmed down and trotted to her basket in the kitchen.
"Hallo." She said, kissing me. "Miss me?"
"Why? Where have you been?"
"Fool."
I followed her into the kitchen where she put the kettle on for tea.
She stood looking out of the window.
"What a dismal day. Still I know something that's going to cheer you up."
I came close behind her and reaching around her took a breast in either hand. She pushed her ass back into my groin. I gently rotated my hips rubbing myself against her. She pushed further backwards.
"Hmm. That's not what I had in mind."
"I'd better stop then."
"You'd better not."
She leaned her head back onto my shoulder and turned her face upwards to me.
I tried to meet her lips with mine.
"Turn around." I whispered.
She turned to face me and we kissed. Tongues touching, probing.
My hands felt for her ass cheeks. Squeezing and pulling them.
"What about your Grandparents?"
"We've got an hour."
"Funny how they always seem to be out at this time on a Friday afternoon. Shall we try to make it to the bed this time?"
"I'll get something to wear." I said, turning to go back to my room.
"Wait a minute. This is one of the things I wanted to tell you."
"Well. We haven't got that much time." She can always frustrate me.
"You'll like this."
"Please hurry." I rubbed myself through my trousers to relieve the pressure.
"Naughty. I hope you haven't been doing that to yourself whilst I have not been here."
"I've had enough." I said. Stepping forward I pulled her to me. Kissing her hard I reached behind her for the clasp and zip of her skirt.
She tried to move her head to protest but I kept my lips glued to hers.
Her skirt fell to the ground and I put my hands inside her tights and knickers feeling her ass cheeks.
"Oh Paul, Paul." She said. Her hands went to the top of my trousers, fumbling with the belt, clasp and zip.