Chapter 5

Maria returned home in a dream. She could not believe that it had happened at last,that he had asked her to meet him. She tried to keep the vision of his face in her mind, as he had looked at her when he had said, "If you, liked I could meet you sometime," trying to convince herself that he had not really asked her to sea her drawings. No, she was surethat he wanted her for more than that.

She looked at herself in the mirror as she undressed that night. Her long hair fell across her shoulders, reaching almost half way down her back; if she swung it to the front it fell on her firm, shapely breasts, tickling her red nipples. She put her hands under the soft orbs, cupping them in herpalms and wondering whether he would like them. She wondered whether they were big enough and how she could make them larger. As her fingers reached up to touch her nipples, she felt a thrill of excitement run through her, thought of him touching them and then moving his hand to her legs. She removed her skirt, took off her knickers and let her hand stray to her cunt lips. She lay back on her bed, opening her legs wide, and then she pulled the pair of lips apart and felt the soft membranes of her vulva, moving two fingers to her sensitive clitoris, touching it lightly at first, then gradully rubbing it with more vigour as her randyness increased and she felt the desire to bring herself to an orgasm, a picture of John Hutchings in her mind. She lay flat on her back, arching her body slightly, moving with a steady rhythm as she continued to finger the hardening bud. Her breathing became faster as she struggled to reach her climax, her girlish breasts rising and falling rapidly, panting sounds filling the small room.

And then she cried out as the glorious moment came and she felt the spasms of orgasm flood her body. She lay back relaxed, thinking of the art master and wondering whether he would know the words of Auden's poem that she would like him to recite to her after he had come in her:

"Lay your sleeping head, my love, Human on my faithless arm.''

She fell asleep at last, eagerly thinking of the day a fortnight ahead when she would be meeting him at t*e small village of Adel, a few miles north of Leeds.

The following afternoon Donald asked her if he could take her for a walk that evening and to her surprise she found herself saying "yes". At the back of her mind was an idea that she ought to try'"herself out for

John. She had no intention of letting things go too far, but it would be a good idea, she decided, to get some more experience of kissing a boy; and she might even let him touch her breasts and her legs. She did not want to let John down by behaving in a childish way ox disappoint him by doing all the wrong things when he made love to her.

When Donald proposed that they should walk through Roundhay Park, she did not demur and let him lead her in the direction of the trees on the far side of the lake where most of the courting couples went. Nor did she protest when he suggested that they should lie in the grass on a sloping piece of ground between two large oak trees from where they could only be seen by anyone who strayed from the pathway. She allowed him to put his arm round her and then pull her to the ground.

He had wanted to "make" her for a very long time and he felt pretty sure that he was about to succeed when she waited for his kiss and opened her mouth to his tongue; eves more certain when his hand went u¯der her skirt to feel her knickers and there was still no sign of protest.

He pressed his lips greedily to hers, working his tongue between them and probing with it as far into her mouth as. he could. He had none of the finesse of an experienced man but he knew what he wanted and went after it with a kind of animal abandon. As his tongue roughly probed her mouth his fingers felt for an opening under the elastic of her knickers, and a moment later he was pushing his index finger between her cunt lips, ^e heard her sigh with excitement as he fingered her slit and he was sure that it would not be long before he would be putting his prick in. Now he began to kiss her vigorously almost as if he wanted to distract her for a moment from what he was doing to her below for his finger was now just inside her cunt and he was pressing hard against her hymenal membrane.

"No, please, not there," she said, "no I don't want you to do that to me." And as she spoke she wriggled so that his hand moved from her slit. She pulled him close so that there was little scope for any movement of his hand, but she made up for it by kissing him passionately and stroking his neck with her finger-nails. He was annoyed that she had refused to let him put his finger, in, and he knew her well enough to know that if she said she didn't want him to do something she would not change her mind. He decided to make the best of it and, lying with one leg between hers as she kissed him greedily, he rubbed his prick against her leg and gradually managed to bring on his orgasm. She gripped him tightly as he came and, for the first time pushed her tongue into his mouth, feeling hie palate with the flickering tip.

He lost interest in her as soon as ho came, and, in any case, he did not like the wetness inside his trousers. So he got up from the ground, saying that as it was almost dark they ought -to be going.

"But I thought you liked it to get dark," she taunted him.

"Yes, I do when the girl let me-do things to her," he said with an air of finality.

Maria knew that he had expected to be allowed to fuck her, and that she had been wrong to let him think she-might let him. But she hated to admit to him that she had behaved badly and tried to justify hor behaviour.

"Well, I don't see why you should take it f granted. It's only the second time we' vc been together. Perhaps I might let you do it one day, Donald."

"Oh, you don't have to," said>a piqued Donald. "I've got plenty of other girls that I can fuck."

It annoyed her to be compared with the other girls. She knew that he meant Sheila or Valerie Coles, perhaps both of them. "If you feel like that you'd better go to them then," she said. "I'm not so easy." But it had been a disappointment for her too. She felt that she might have let him go further if he had not hurried her so much.

When she got back home she began to wonder whether there was something wrong with her. At the back of her mind she might even be frightened of sex, she admitted to herself.No that was not true, said another part of her. It was only because she did not really want Donald that she had not let him play with her cunt. For she knew that once a boy got his fingers inside her she would want him to continue and do it properly to her. It would be quite different with a man she really wanted, she was sure.

The day came when she made her way to the village of Adel. It was a fine August day with a slight breeze blowing. She did not know but it was the day when the young man came to the house. Gina was obviously pleased when she said that she was going for a walk in the country and would be away all day, and she eagerly offered to prepare sandwiches for her.

She wore a blue skirt and blouse, with a wide belt round her narrow waist, a pair of white stockings that just covered her knees in the Continental fashion, and brown sandals, On her head she wore a wide band of white ribbon to keep her hair in place and to show off the pair of gold ear-rings that Gina had given her as a birthday present.

She took the bus and as it approached the village she became more and more excited, at the thought that, she was going to see him again, and at the thought that he might make love to her. She could not believe it!Could not believe that, at last, she was going to be... fucked'. And then she suddenly began to have doubts. Why would he want to fuck her of all people? Surely he would have plenty of girls to make love to, to go to bed with. In any case it would be wrong for him to fuck her; he would be taking a great risk. Why should she think that he would trust her? No, she knew that he would, and together they would take no notice of the silly world that tried to prevent a man fucking a young girl.

Her heart beat faster as the bus approached the village. She had been before, and she knew that round the next bend the village church where she was to meet him would come into sight. The thumping in her bosom became louder and louder and she looked at the person sitting next to her, sure that he would hear her heart beats. But he seemed, oblivious of her presence, bent, as he was, over his racing paper. Then the church came in sight and she could see him standing there looking eagerly in the direction of the bus. When she got up to walk down the gangway, her knees trembled and she thought she would faint. She held onto the seats as she went down to the front of the bus and, a moment later she was getting off the bus and running towards him. She had had visions of him rushing towards her and taking her in his arms, but he stood there and waited until she came up to him. He smiled and took her hand. "So you were able to come? Good!" he spoke as if everything was perfectly normal and usual, and as if the purpose of her visit was really just for him to look at her drawings. But when he smiled down at her she knew that she had not been mistaken.

"You see I live quite near here,Maria. I have a cottage just off the next turning. I think it would be better if we went there,but you don't have to if you don't want to. We could just go for a walk. Come, let me take your satchel. I hope you've brought me some nice drawings to look at."

"Yes, let's go to your cottage," she said, getting back her self-assurance. "I had no idea that you lived here. It must be very nice for you." She wanted to ask him whether he lived by himself, but she did not dare to.

T^ey turned into a quiet lane along which there were one or two cottages in their own ground and standing well back from the road. His was the second along and when they reached it he took a quick look up and down the road before pushing open the creaking gate. "Well, here we are, " he said, "Do you like it?"

To her it was like a cottage in a story book. It was old, a bit dilapidated and surrounded by a mass of bushes and flowers, all growing haphazard and unattended. He pushed the door open and then stood aside to let her in. It looked terribly exciting to her,a room filled with old furniture, drawings, paintings and books all higgledy-piggledy, and a steep staircase going up to the room upstairs in the far corner. There was also a door on the other side which, she found out later, went into a small annex consisting of a kitchen and lavatory.

He waved her into a chair and then sat down facing her and looked at her, his face smiling and happy. "Oh, I am so glad you've come. Of course, you shouldn't really be here. What did you tell your parents?"

"I told them I was going to the county for a picnic. My mother didn't ask me where I was going," she added as if to re-assure him. "She never does."

"And your father?" He was eager to see if she hod told anyone about his invitation to meet him.

"He's away at work all day and he just never worries about me." She guessed now that he was trying to find out whether she had said anything to anyone about meeting him, so she added, "I didn't tell anyone I was coming here."

There was relief in his face, but. he looked a little anxiously through the window towards the gate. He knew that what he was going to do was wrong, almost unforqiveable, but he argued to himself that if they lived in the Middle East or Asia it would not be wrong, and would be accepted by society. And though she was only thirteen, in other ways she had a certain maturity about her. If one had not known her age she might have been taken for fifteen or sixteen. She was intellectually advanced for her age; possessed the poise of someone much older; and physically there was no doubt about her maturity. As he looked at her he studied the sensuous lips, the dark, mysterious eyes, the long neck, and the full breasts, glimpsing for a moment an image of her as she would be in a few years. For a moment their eyes met and he felt that she was aware of what was going on in his mind, that she was fully expecting him to seduce her.

He dragged himself from his chair and told her that he had prepared a cold lunch.He would bring it in from the kitchen. She sat back in her chair as he left the room,completly content, her tension gone, her body fully relaxed, secure in the knowledge that he wanted her. She lifted her legs from the carpet and kicked them in the air for a moment, dropping to the floor again as he came back into the room carrying two dishes laden with hors d'oeuvres. He cleared the small table, pulled up two chairs and invited her to sit down, going back to the kitchen to fetch some other dishes, a pepper mill and a jug of oil and vinegar.

She sat down and silently began to eat the colourful, tasty hors d'oeuvres. He then reached for a bottle of wine and two glasses that stood on the shelf behind him, pouring out a small one for her and a large one for himself. "It won't do you any harm," he said if you don't drink too much, that is." Then he held up his glass and said "Cheerio", and then almost drained his glass. She sipped her glass, looking at him with a smile as she did so. And then, "I've never had wine before. I like it."

"Well, it comes from your country -if I can call it that. It's chianti. Of course you don't remember Italy, but it seems to me that you have a lot of Italy in you. I think you're really a very good mixture." Laughing, he poured himself another glass.

"Yes," she said, her face already flushed with excitement, "I'm like my mother, more than my father. I think she's really Italian." She paused and then she said to him suddenly, "Why did you ask me to come here?"

Her question came as a surprise to him as he had hoped to lead up to things gradually. But he knew that he could never deceive her^and that he would have to tell her the truth, he got up from his seat and went over to the back of her chair, placing his hands over her eyes. "Did you guess?" he whispered.

"I suppose so," she said, finding it hard to speak, her mouth suddenly becoming dry, her heart beating faster.

"And what does that mean?" He realized that she knew the truth but he wanted to hear it in her own words. "What did you suppose I asked you for?"

He bent over and his face was now very close to hers. He could smell her sweet girlish scent, just as she could feel his breath against the side of her face. She was feeling frightened, not because she feared him, but because she suddenly felt that she would fail him.But she had to say it.

"I thought ---," she hesitated, "I -er thought that you liked me," her voice almost inaudible.

"And?"

"And that you -you wanted to make love to me." She had managed to say it and he heard the precious words that brought joy to his heart.

He bent over and kissed her lightly on her forehead and then took his hands away from her eyes and went back to his seat.Then he raised his eyes to meet hers and said "Yes I want to make love to you. Will you let me?

"Yes," she said simply, "that's why I came."

At precisely that moment the young man was taking off his clothes in her mother's bedroom and he stood there with his erect prick jutting from his muscular body waiting for her to come from the bathroom. When she entered the room she was wearing a bathrobe, but she at once let it fall to the floor and stood in front of him for him to admire her body. He looked as he had done so many times before at the olive flesh, the lavish, full breasts, the round stomach running down to her mount of Venus with its mass of thick, black hair, and then at her magnificent thighs and slender legs. When he looked back into her luminous eyes she saw the admiration and lust in them, and knew that he wanted her as much as ever.

Then he reached out and taking her by the hand he led her to the bed. He let her lie on her back and he lay at her side, his prick pressed against her thigh, his hands feeling her breasts and nipples. Every time he came to her he planned to take his time planned to savour her to the full before he' fucked her, but he was so affected by the sight and feel of her luscious flesh that invariably he no sooner got her on the bed than he wanted to put his prick into her. This time he tried to restrain himself, leaning over to kiss her large teats, taking them in his lips and sucking them as if he were a child at its mother's breast. As he did so he gripped one of the large breasts in his hands and pressed his fingers into the pneumatic flesh. He heard her moan with excitement at the pressure of his fingers and his lips on her the erogenous area. He too was equally stimulated and felt his prick pulsate against her, and, no longer able to wait, he knelt between her thighs and urged his prick into the soft, waiting flesh of her cunt. In less than three minutes of getting onto the bed with her his prick was deep inside her, hard against her uterus.

Heabandoned himself to uninhibited sexual lust, ramming his prick into the moist inner membrane, ramming it into the clinging, caressing flesh as their lips met and their tongues entwined, her arms raking his back, his hands underneath her plumpish buttocks.

He lay inside her for a while and then his flaccid prick slid from her. With his genitals against hers, he fell into an untroubled sleep.

When he woke up an hour or two later quite a lot had happened to the young girl spending her afternoon at Adel. It would undoubtedly have surprised Gina if she had known about it. As it was she was completely fulfilled, and added to that she knew that there would be a nice present waiting for her in the top drawer of her dressing-table.

"Yes," she had said simply, "that's why I came."

He was amazed at the simplicity and forthrightness of her words. It was almost . unbelievable that she should have understood, and even more incredible that she should have accepted him.She was no ordinary nymphette, nor the brazen type of gamin that he had come across in Paris. How, then, was it that she seemed to understand so well and seemed so ready in her quiet, almost sombre way to fall in with his desires? She was certainly not naive or artless as her school record, the way she spoke, and many other things about her proved.

He was almost frightened to begin to make love to her now. She was an enchantress with some strange secret, all-knowing and all comprehending'. A kind of child godess who had descended to earth to seduce him. Anyway, it was increasingly difficult to look on her now as a little girl just ripe for seduction.

He looked at her and then sat down on his chair again, facing her, trying tn read her thoughts as he took another glass of the red wine. He poured out another small qlass for her, and then once again raised his glass in salutation.

"Well," he said, "here's to our lovemaking if that is what you want."

Their glasses met, she blushed, but she held his gaze, seeming to search his very soul and then said: "And do you?"

"Yes, Maria, of course I do.Naturally I have hesitated because of out ages, and.... especially because you are only thirteen. It is totally immoral for me to make love to you in one sense, even to touch you. But there is something that has compelled me to get you here, and now that you are here I know that I cannot stop myself if you will accept me." He knew that he was speaking too much, but he felt that some sort of explanation was now railed for. He did not want her to think that he was simply a dirty old man, or a mere seducer of young girls.He wanted her to know how much he had thought about her, how difficult it had been for him to come to the decision to ask her to Adel.

They ate in silence, occasionally exchanging ^glances as they moved to the inexor moment when their bodies would come together.

He left the room to bring cold meat and salad from the kitchen, but neither of them seemed in the moud for eating.After ten minutes or so he pushed back his chair and, getting up from the table, he said, "Well, let's relax." He half assisted her to get up and led her to an old-fashioned sofa placed against the end wall under the window. Now he felt her slender, girlish body through her blouse as he put his hand on her waist and sat her down on the sofa. Sitting close to her, he felt the warmth of her body, caught the scent of her hair, and sensed that she was emotionally tense and unsure of herself. He grabbed her, putting his arm tightly about her waist and pulled her close to him, the back of her head against his face. For some time he kept her there, breathing against her neck, keeping his left hand firmly on the buckle of her belt, his other hand then stroking her left arm. Despite all his promises to himself, he knew that whatever she said now he would take her, even if it meant that he would have to rape her. He found the proximity of her girlish body exciting beyond anything he had ever known. Scarcely had he touched her than his prick hardened in his trousers, his whole body trembled with excitment, and he knew that she would give him the kind of pleasure and ecstasy that he had only dreamed about before and never experienced.He bent forward and brought his lips to her neck and kissed her flesh for the first time.

She said nothing, but he knew that she had relaxed since he had taken her in his arms and that she quivered with something that was certainly not fear when his lips touched the back of her neck. Indeed he could have no concept of the exquisite feeling his kiss gave her; herwhole body tingled with delight and her body, coming slowly alive, was filled with unendurable desire for him. Maria now wanted to cry out to him to take her, to do it to her at once, but she somehow managed to control herself, realizing that this was to be one of the most precious afternoons in her life, that it would be spoilt if it were hurried.

He was aware, too, that if he did not hurry or press her she would ultimately open like a flower and then he would have all the exquisite pleasure of her full acceptance of him, enjoy the moment of her utter acquiescence, compared with which forcing her or taking her too fast wouldsimply be stale, flat and unprofitable. He let his lips move gently across her neck, pushing his face through her long hair, till his lips kissed the lobe of her ear with a gossamer-like touch, moved across her neck again to her other car where he kissed her again with the same deftness. She shivered with pleasure, waves of delight en gulfing her body, and she felt the first true stirring of her sex.

He knew that he had set up a current of excitement in her body, knewwithout seeing her face that she was responding to him. The moment would come soon when he would have to swing her round to face him, when he would look into her eyes as his lips moved to hers. Strange though it might seem, he wanted to delay that moment, not merely because he was intent on stimulating as much as he could by touching and kissing her hair, neck and ears but also because he was almost frightened to look into those passionate, enigmatic eyes,to confront that overwhelmingly lovely face,full of sensuality, voluptuous, yet still that of an innocent child. Could he face her after wards if he were the instrument of her fall from grace? Could he look again into those burning eyes?

He continued to move his lips on the soft flesh of her neck, to kiss her hair, and to press his lips against the lobe of her ears, wondering about her gold ear-rings each time he did so. Gradually his mouth closed on her ears and finally he began to insert the tip of his tongue just inside, causing her to quiver with excitement.

And then, suddenly, he swung her round to face him. Her face was flushed, her eyes alight with a fire he had not seen before,her lips revealing a wantonness he had not caught before. There was a profanity about her that seemed to over-rule her innocence* "ow she no longer-seemed to be the sacred idol of his vision; it would no longer be an outrage for him to seduce her. Somehow he felt that her innocence had already been taken away. But no sooner had he come to this conclusion than he was aware of the purity in her face, aware of her unsullied charm, of her delicacy and sensitivity, of her splendid simplicity that it would be blasphemous to destroy.

He felt bewildered. Which was the true Maria? Or was she a strange amalgam of them both? He looked straight into her eyes, now determined to find out her secret, but before he had time to fathom those dark, burning eyes he felt her hot lips on his, her arms on his neck, her soft, slender body pressing passionately against him. It took his breath away and momentarily he was in a daze, unable to act or move. And then, his consciousness returning, he was aware of only one thing:the incredible wonder of her lips on his, their soft yet burning sensuality.now sending currents of erotic delight through his body. She continued to hold her lips to his, allowing him to assuage his pent-up desire for them as if he were a man slaking histhirst, while for the first time in her life she knew the joy of giving something of herself to a man who needed and loved her. They stood together oblivious of place and time, suspended, making their first discoveries about each other, and aware that it would not be long before the avalanche descended on and overwhelmed them.