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I got a temp

job a few months later with a firm near to my old college and I still popped in
to see Amy for lunch and the occasional meal, and I started to date more
seriously. I'd had a few girlfriends, nothing that ever reached the 'serious
relationship' status.

Other Ladies.

I moved back

home and got into the same rut. Nothing long term but I made sure that I did
what Amy told me and gave more than I got. I got some of my dates into bed, and
I always tried to give them an orgasm, several if they'd let me, but nothing
serious; or that lasted over a few months.

Three years

on and I'd just broken up with the last one without even noticing; she'd gone
on holiday to the Mediterranean with some mates and never contacted me again
after that. She came to my place the first morning back while I was at work,
took the few things she'd left there and that was that. Unfriended and locked
out on Facebook, never answered my texts, end of story.

She'd been

the girl that wanted to 'be in a relationship' and sex was only as small part
of it. Right up to the point that we started to make love. From our first night
in bed and the crazy morning after, she became a sex beast overnight. I was the
first bloke to go down on her it seems, and she was dead against it at first.
But we'd done a couple of bottles of wine over dinner, and she got daring.

To get us

past the whole 'dirty' concept, we stripped naked and jumped in the shower and
we just played with each other; the excess of wine meant she let me run wet
hands across her cunt, I found her clit and stroked it working her to high
anxiety, then slipped wet fingers inside her and scrubbed her G-spot. She came,
she cried, right there in the shower, pulling my face into her cunt and
grinding herself against me, like some kind of porn star.

I was her

first on many things it seemed. Not the first shag but the first person to make
her come. She then had me repeat the procedure - often. In bed we fucked and
sucked, almost non-stop. I would wake up in the night to find her pumping my
cock to erection, then climb across me and bounce us both to orgasm. She read
the 'Fifty Shades' trilogy that she left at my house so her parents wouldn't
find them, and soon I was pulling on the pony tail she started to wear and
smacking her fine arse as I took her on her hands and knees.

Seems that

in the Med she just got worse, and pissed with her mates she met someone that
apparently was much more in to her than I was. In fact my best mate's
girlfriend told me that the new bloke had gotten into her on the first night of
her holiday, in the car park of the hotel complex to be exact.

I felt a bit

slighted and somewhat lonely for a few weeks, but not like I was going to weep
about it or anything.

A month or

so later I went off on a guys stag weekend for that best mate, and we spent
the weekend in the country, driving quad bikes on the Saturday morning, trap
shooting in the afternoon, a huge piss-up in the evening, followed by a rather
hung-over paintball session Sunday morning, and a hysterical drag hunt with the
hen party in the afternoon, trying hard to stay on horses that almost none of
us were used to riding, that didn't want to behave and wanted to jump over low
fences and for us to fall off them.

Miss White.

As we

trotted across the countryside on rather uncomfortable saddles I saw a face I
thought I recognized, and it wasn't until the barbecue of fantastic steaks,
farm sausages and burgers served to us in whole baguettes that I looked across
the marquee we were in and I finally remembered where I knew her from.

It was Miss

White, class tutor of my final year at secondary school.

Okay, I'm a

bloke right; I should have looked longer at her face, but my eyes went straight
at the body of the hottest girl in the place in tight jeans and a linen shirt
half buttoned over a tailored vest top that showed a narrow waist and perfect
stomach, a fantastic bosom with a fine cleavage, and hips in perfect proportion
was an arse to match.

I

appreciated that great rack I'd only ever seen swamped in suit jackets and
baggy white shapeless blouses.

Back in the

day, Miss White was a bit of a hard arse and extremely tough on her classes.
With the benefit of hindsight she was, in the scheme of things, an extremely
young teacher, and the secondary school I was at ten years back was a tough
place for a twenty three year old straight out of education herself.

"Fit as

fuck isn't she," said my mate the groom snapping me out of my reverie.
"That's Jo, Melanie's cousin, but they're close like sisters, even though
she's a bit older. She's a school teacher, she can teach me whenever she feels
like it."

"She

did teach me," I said, sipping at my umpteenth bottle of beer from that
weekend, "and I swear she never looked like that when she taught me
history and sociology in my last year."

"You

lucky bastard," he grinned, "do I have the greatest idea!"

"Dave!"

I shouted after him as he backed away from me.

"Mellie!"

he called across the room, "minor change of plan;"

I called after

him again but was ignored, so not wanting the same response from some of my
other mates who were also groomsmen or ushers and the like I went back to the
barbecue for more steak.

What I

didn't notice was Jo White looking across the room at me, her cousin Melanie
telling her that the fine looking guy she had been making eyes at across the
room from her was a guy that worked on the same contract as her Fianc - his
mate Terry.

Two weeks

later, we were all sat around the large church at the rehearsal running through
what we'd have to do on the following Saturday morning, and stood across the
pews from me was Miss White - Jo - now wearing the usual loose blouse with her
working clothes that I was used to.

"It is

Terry isn't it?"

I turned

around,

"Yes,"

I said, smiling and offering my hand, "I noticed you at the hen and stag
weekend and didn't want to embarrass you."

"You

wouldn't have embarrassed me," she said squeezing my hand.

"Yeah, Okay,"

I grinned, "Perhaps I didn't want to embarrass me!" I grinned,
"Don't forget, I was surrounded by my piss-taking mates, all the worse for
Dave and Mel's free booze."

"Okay,

I'll give you that, but I noticed you at the barbeque and thought I recognized
you; I had to ask Mellie who you were and as soon as she said Terry White it
all came flooding back."

Before we

could chat more, the priest and the father of the bride called us all to
attention, and we took our places. Me at the front of the church to one side of
the aisle with the other groomsmen. Then the bride and her father came up the
aisle followed by the various bridesmaids. I noticed that Jo was level with me.
I guessed that meant that I would be the one to escort her back down the aisle
after the service. Sweet.

We headed to

the nearby pub restaurant almost next door for a drink and a something to eat.
It was hardly the fully fledged 'rehearsal dinner' you see on American sitcoms
but more of a burger and a cold drink kind of thing. It seemed that most of the
other groomsmen were either boyfriends or had 'buddied up' to the maids they
would be escorting, I did likewise and we chatted. It turned out she was
single, and just eight years older than me.

She asked me

about my love life, and I saw that despite the fact I was now in my late
twenties, she was still maintaining just the tiniest bit of a professional
detachment and holding on to her position of superiority she'd had more than
ten years previously.

Okay, she

probably just wanted me to know that she wasn't interested in me, but I kind of
got the feeling she was talking down to me. Fine, but I was minded to point out
to my former school teacher that I had graduated from Brunel with a First in
Engineering, to which I had added a Master's degree in hydro engineering the
previous year. While I was impressed she was a teacher, I was probably as well
qualified as her, if not slightly better. I knew from reading the jobs pages in
the Guardian Newspaper that I was at least 15K a year better off than her.

We all said

goodbye; promising to look after our prospective bride and groom for the three
days until the wedding celebration. I pecked Mel on the cheek, then for reasons
I'll never understand Jo, before shaking hands with Mel's father.

Like a scene

from 'Four Weddings and a Funeral' there were six guys all trying to get the
groom sorted before our meeting at the adjacent Wetherspoons for our
celebratory full English breakfast. It was great, and the sun shone on us all
and we managed not to get any food stains on our morning suits.

We arrived

at the church in fine form, all laughing with just enough buzz for the day's
events. We were pushed around by the photographer into various fun poses before
we were ordered into the church and the places we'd rehearsed the previous
week.

Dave looked

nervous and as instructed by the vicar looked to his front. From my place
across from the altar I could look down the aisle and see his gorgeous bride to
be on her proud father's arm, followed by her five bridesmaids, then I saw Jo,
dressed in a pale cream off the shoulder dress that complimented the bride's
dress brilliantly. For some reason she took my breath away, her make-up was
simple but splendid, her hair was pulled up and away from her face matching the
other bridesmaids, and it was all I could do to tear my eyes away from her to
look at the bride.

The service

started and I stood opposite and slightly to one side of Jo, stealing the
occasional look at her, at one stage I noticed that she was stealing looks at
me - when our eyes met, I saw that she flushed bright red and dropped her eyes
with an embarrassed smile.

While

everyone else was singing 'Love divine, all love's excelling' I looked up from
my order of service and looked across at Jo.

"Wow;"

I mouthed across to her silently, "you look fantastic;"

She flushed

red again and mouthed a silent, "Thank you," back to me hiding her
blushes behind her order of service.

The hymn

finished and we all made our way to the vestry where registers and certificates
were signed. Finally, the vicar stepped out and announced,

"Ladies

and Gentlemen, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Price!" and the organist played
the wedding march and off we went, Mel's father holding the hand of his tiny
granddaughter while the rest of us took the arm of the person we'd been stood
adjacent to.

Still

holding her flowers, Jo gently put her hand onto the crook of my elbow and we
slowly made our way back down the aisle and out of the church, stopping for
photos of course and finally followed out by the rest of the guests.

"Wasn't

that lovely," whispered Jo to me with a big grin.

"Really

nice," I said genuinely, "but then Dave and Mel are a lovely
couple."

"Aw,"

said Jo, "you a bit of a softie for all this then Terry?"

"I

suppose I am a bit," I said, "Let's face it, we all want something
like this don't we."

"Do

we?" said Jo looking up at me.

"Yeah

right Miss White, I saw your face through that whole service and if you so much
as suggest that you weren't carried along by the whole thing, I may have to
call you a liar!"

She giggled

and hid her face behind her flowers, as we came out of the church into the
glorious sunshine. There were lots of handshakes and kisses and
congratulations, and before long we were being moved around by the
photographer.

After the

bride and groom photos there was a demand that each pair of groomsmen and
bridesmaids had a picture so I found myself with my arm around Jo, while she
gazed smilingly up into my face, under the instructions of the photographer. I
noticed that Mel was particularly evident during this picture along with other
friends of both of us. That photo took some time because we both kept laughing.

By this

stage, it had become common knowledge that Jo had been my teacher at School and
we were ribbed gently by our acquaintances, but soon we were on our way to the
hotel to make room for the next wedding that was soon to leave the church.

At the

wedding reception I found I was sat next to Jo, just across from the bride and
groom. The food arrived and the wines. Then it was speeches, and the best man
made a toast to the bridesmaids, and one especially for Jo, pointing out that
she was a school teacher and taking one of her former pupils to one side to
make sure he behaved.

Her family

all giggled and my mates laughed and pointed. We both blushed, and Mel grinned
and waved at her cousin.

The meal

finished, it was time for the first dance and Dave and Mel took to the floor.
Next the groomsmen and the bridesmaids. I stood and held my hand out to Jo and
she stood.

I pulled her

close and she reciprocated holding me close and we moved slowly to Mel's favorite
love song, 'Wonderful tonight' by Eric Clapton. After a few moments Jo was
resting her head on my shoulder.

At the end

of that song, a second equally slushy one came on and the rest of the guests
were invited to join in. After that one the music speeded up somewhat and most
of us took to our seats.

Most of the

ladies disappeared to change out of their long dresses, and Mel was one of the
first back, looking gorgeous as you would expect a bride to look on her wedding
day. She was soon joined by my mate, her new husband Dave.

"Terry

Darling," she kissed me on the cheek, "Thank you so much for putting
up with the Mickey taking and still looking after Jo for us." She looked
back over her shoulder turned back to me and began to whisper, "She won't admit
it but I think she has a bit of a thing for you; asked about you at the stag
and hen after she saw you checking her out, think she was rather put out that
you didn't come and talk to her. She never stops asking things about you,
seemed most pleased when I said you'd recently broken up with that slapper
friend of mine."

"Keeps

asking me stuff mate," said Dave, "only this morning she asked if you
'really' didn't have someone coming this evening."

"Really?"

I said, "I wasn't getting that impression."

"You

wait," whispered Mel, "I told her you have a thing for cleavages,
curves, short skirts and long legs; if you remember her from school you'll know
that she doesn't like to show off the curves and the lady lumps. She had to
learn to walk in heels for today and, Oh yes, and I told her your favorite color
is green - not a color she likes by the way; why don't we see what she comes
down; Ah, now will you just look;"

I turned

round; with one hand on her hip and the other on the handrail she was carefully
walking down stairs; shit but she looked fucking hot. She was wearing a tight,
plunging, form fitting dress in dark green that fitted her every curve, and the
heels she wore made her legs look twice as long. She stalked across to the
three of us.

"Evening

Mel," she kissed her cousins cheek and looked me up and down.

"Looking

good Jo," Mel said.

"Feeling'

good Mel." Jo looked at me again.

"Ah,"

breathed Mel, "My work here is done, almost;" and grinning walked
with Dave, to circulate with more of the guests.

"Can I

get you a drink, Jo?" I asked.

"Champagne,"

she said, adding, "please." I made for the bar and got two glasses
bringing them over, by the time I got back another groomsman had taken her away
to dance, and why not; she looked fucking devastating. Ah well, perhaps not.

The dancing

continued and I danced with some more girls, including Mel.

"Every

time you dance with another girl, Jo makes evil eyes at them; Terry," she
said turning us slightly and she waved at Jo stood at the bar talking to
family, "She is so into you, mate!" She gave me a little shake.

"I'm

not convinced," I said, "at the rehearsal she was talking to me like
I was just out of 10th year."

"That's

just Jo," she said shaking me again, "she's a bit defensive; she's a
hot girl working in a school with over 400 boys going through puberty;"

"Of

which I was one;"

"Of

which you were one, I'll admit. I've never seen her like this over a bloke
Terry; she talks about you, which is more than she's done over any man I've
known about fifteen years. Come on," said Mel, walking me to her.

"I

think it's just a crush," I said looking across to where she was leaning
against the bar with two blokes either side.

"Crush or

not, go and fucking dance with; aww shit." One of the four suitors whisked
her away again.

"You

see?" I said, "Surely she would head in my direction if she was so
into me?"

"Oh!"

snarled Mel, "I should knock your bloody heads together!"

Mel walked

me across and introduced me to Jo's parents in the meantime.

"This

is Terry," she said in an overloud voice, "he was looking after Jo,
today."

We discussed

that she'd once taught me sociology and history and her parents asked what kind
of teacher she was as they'd never met one of her pupils before. I of course
said she was still my favorite teacher, especially as I'd walked down the aisle
with her that day.

Her father

mumbled something to his wife like 'about time someone did,' and Mel kissed his
cheek.

All of the

groomsmen and bridesmaids were called together for Mel and Dave's leaving for
their honeymoon and it was very nice, and we formed an arch for them to walk
along with a final smattering of confetti. When Dave and Mel stopped where I
stood with Jo, Mel leaned across and kissed me.

"If you

don't do something about Jo, Terence; so help me, I'll fucking kill you!"
With that she hugged me, adding, "Trust me Darling, she's perfect for
you," and they left for a fortnight in Mauritius.

Once they

had gone, I managed to get a dance with Jo. She was quite pissed and had headed
straight for me now. Someone wasn't trying to orchestrate it.

"So

come on then Miss White," I said, "how come a woman as gorgeous as
you is still single?"

"Fucking

men," she said leaning back to look me in the face and then around at all
of the single guys and the not so single ones that had been letching over her
all night. "I work in a school with 300 fucking pubescent boys who all
seem to have a crush on me; 500 hormonal girls, none of whom I can be friends
with in case they fall in love with me, two dozen fucking male teachers or half
a dozen male governors who are convinced I'm a fucking dyke or are trying to
stare down my blouse or up my dress, while their female equivalents think I'm a
bull dyke or might be after their husbands - why do you fucking think,"
she slurred, "yeah, fucking men."

"We

aren't all the same, Jo;" I said. "Although in that dress, I can't
say I blame anyone for wanting to check out your body, you're gorgeous."

"You wanting

to fuck Miss White as well; are you?"

"Honestly?

I smiled gently rubbing up and down her spine, "I wouldn't object, but
really my thought was actually how I could get the gorgeous woman I'm dancing
with to go out with me once all of this has settled and before she goes back to
work in September."

"Going

out with a pupil?" she giggled pushing herself against me, "surely
that's unethical?"

"A

pupil?" I grinned, "that was over ten years ago Miss, so you'll have
to do better than that."

"Well,"

she grinned and got a bit more girly, "perhaps it's just I have a bit of
an issue with younger men."

"Really,

Mel said;"

"You

shouldn't go listening to everything my soppy cousin says about me," she
butted in quickly and defensively, "certainly not on her wedding day. I
don't see why you aren't after sleeping with one of these gorgeous young things
you've been dancing with tonight."

"Jo,"

I said gently caressing her with my hands, "I haven't seen you since I
walked out of your undoubtedly fine school some ten and a bit years ago. I
first saw you three weeks ago looking drop dead gorgeous in tight jeans and a
T-shirt, and I haven't been able to get you out of my head. Of course I want to
go out with you."

"So,

'boy'," she said, "are you going to take me to bed or what?"

"What?"

"Take

me to bed, boy." She snarled.

"Are

you sure?" I said, she was well pissed drunk, after all.

"Definitely!

Had it on my mind for weeks."

"Oh

well, that sounds like a lovely idea, my place or yours."

"Mine,"

she said putting her arms around my neck, "your mates' rooms are adjacent
to yours, and I'd rather they didn't come in to see what's going on. Wait for
five minutes, room 7, bring wine, I've got the condoms." she reached up
and kissed me, again it was obvious that she was quite pissed. She walked away
swinging her hips in the same way she had when we met on the stag and hen; and
I was equally impressed.

Against my

better judgement, I got a bottle of a light fruity white wine I was a fan of and
slipped it into my jacket, she was reasonably drunk anyway. Fortunately for me,
most of my mates were extremely pissed and didn't notice me wandering off five
minutes after the woman I'd spent much of the day with.

I found room

7 and knocked gently on the door, no response. I knocked again slightly louder
and figured that she must have passed out on the bed. I thought about what I
should do and of missed opportunities. As I stood there contemplating my next
move, a member of the night staff walked past and saw my dilemma, and figured
it wrong.

"Lost

your key as well love?" she said, giving me a slightly angry, 'why do we
bother giving you piss-heads keycards'. "What's the name on the register
love?"

"White,"

I said now adopting the 'pissed but trying not to look it' approach and after
all, my name actually is White as well.

"Do you

have some I D, love?" she asked, and I flipped out my wallet with my
driving license to prove it. She took out an iPad Mini and looked up names. She
flapped her master key through the reader and the door clunked and swung open
slightly.

"You

have a good evening Mr. White," she said and walked away.

I walked in

the room and saw Jo collapsed back on to the bed, her stretchy green dress,
stretched over her head and across her arms. She was wearing pantyhose over
tiny knickers.

I figured

the least I could do was make her comfortable, so I removed her dress, finding
the pretty bra that was responsible for her great shape and the cleavage she'd
displayed, according to Mel, for my benefit.

I pulled the

dress over her head, then looked at the fantastic body before me. Shit, trust
me to be honorable tonight.

I took off

the pantyhose, and the bra, catching an extended look at her fantastic tits.
Finally I slipped her into a T-shirt I found on top of her bag. I moved her to
the middle of the bed and turned her to her side just in case she threw up and
got ready to leave and head back to my room. I left the bottle of wine, and a
note;

"Jo,

Figured you weren't

really in the mood, so have just put you to bed and trust me, it wasn't half as
much fun as undressing you sober would have been. I'm in room 17, call me if
you fancy a swim before breakfast.

Regards

Terry."

Morning Light.

My room

phone went off at a shade before seven thirty.

"Terry?"

"Good

morning Jo," I said, "you feeling better?"

"Much,"

she said, "listen, I err; I just found your note and I wanted to thank you
for putting me to bed last night."

"You're

most welcome," I said, "and I hope that you have a better view of my
intentions now."

"I do,

and I've ordered breakfast for two, by way of a thank you, and apology."

I put on

shorts and a T-shirt and headed along the corridor to her room, I knocked on
the door and she met me in the long nightdress I put on her not six hours
previously.

"Come

in Terry," she said with a long grin, "breakfast has just
arrived." We sat down and started to eat, a splendid meal of scrambled
eggs, bacon, mushrooms, cereal, toast, fruit and tea and coffee.

Now sober,

she seemed like a totally different woman, and she was nice but not as close as
the alcohol had made us the night before.

"I

meant what I said last night Jo," I said.

"What

did you say last night," she grimaced, "much of the night is shrouded
in a bit of a white wine fog."

"I said

that I wanted to go out on a date with you."

"What?"

she said, "an old;"

"You're

eight years older than me Jo, and as I said yesterday, still gorgeous."

"I

don't know," she said.

"I

thought there was a spark between us Jo," I said sipping some orange
juice, "and Mel certainly did."

"Yeah,

well Mel is a born romantic."

"Did

you dress up especially?" I said with a big grin, "Mel pretty much
told me what you'd be wearing, and it she said it was because of what I
liked."

"No, I

err; I dressed for me." There was a distinct change in her voice.

"Really,"

I said.

"Yes,"

she said, her voice taking even more of a tone now, "So are you the only
man in the country that appreciates a cleavage and high heels and short skirts
are you?"

"Okay,

give you that one." I finished my orange juice and poured some coffee from
the insulated jug the hotel had provided, "I'll leave you alone Jo,"
I said standing up to take my leave, "but thanks for your wonderful
company and for dancing with me last night if only once when you were
pissed." Her look was halfway between relief at my departure and half
desperation - perhaps because I was going.

"You're

welcome," she said, "and thank you, you've been quite charming."
She stood up, and made a hesitant step towards me.

"I

try," I said, "and my offer still stands, if you change your mind and
would like to come out one evening, or one day of course if you'd rather."

"I'll

bear that in mind."

"One

final thing," I said stepping closer, "if you ever get that pissed that
you want to just jump the bones of someone, I'd love to take you up on your
offer from last night."

"I

offered last night?"

"Yes,"

I said, "it was only the fact you asked me to get a bottle of wine and
follow you in five minutes that held up proceedings. You'd already bought the
condoms."

"Yes,"

she said, "I had, hadn't I." She looked over her shoulder until she
spotted her clutch bag from the night before.

"Terry,"

she stepped closer to me, "I'm really sorry about that, I must sound the
very worst kind of tease."

"Don't

worry Jo, I get it. You were at a family wedding, seeing another relative ten
years your junior walking down the aisle, only to have me thrown at you every
five minutes. You're human."

"Thanks,"

she said.

"I'll

leave you to your hangover and the rest of that great coffee, a fine
cure." I wanted to ask her out again, leave my phone number but realized
it wasn't going to happen. "Mel and Dave have my phone number if you ever
change your mind, message me on Facebook."

I opened the

door then felt her hand on mine on the handle.

Her Virginity Therapist.

"Terry;"

she said in an unsteady voice.

I looked at

her face, she had her eyes closed. I left my hand were it was. Gently I felt
her push the door closed again. "The thing is;" she stuttered,
"I've;"

I moved

across to the small table and chairs still holding her hand, I led her back to
her seat and poured more coffee.

"Thank

you," she said. She sipped her coffee, "It came as a real surprise
when I first saw you, I didn't recognize you at first, but I did so fancy you,
really I did. I asked Mel who you were, and when she said your name I thought,
'Oh shit that's an end to that'. But Mel wouldn't let it go, she saw the spark
and kept pushing. I did put the dress on to impress you, but;" She went
silent.

"Jo,

don't worry," I said breaking the silence, "I was taught sociology by
an expert, and I'm sure her advice would be 'just spit it out.'"

She beamed a

grin, it was one of her favorite terms to draw thoughts and ideas from her
students. She finished her coffee, and put down her cup with a clatter and took
a deep breath.

"I'm a

virgin."

She picked

up the jug of coffee and poured some more. I passed my cup over.

"Okay,"

I said.

"I've

never had sex," she said with a raise in her voice.

"Yes,"

I said, "I did go to rather a good school you know." I took my cup
back from her, "is it a problem for you?"

"I

don't know," she said with a really sweet look on her face, "I
suppose you don't miss what you've never had, but," she leant towards me,
"I'm in my thirties and I think I actually want to know if it's all it's
cracked up to be. Sex is everywhere you know? Clothes, make-up, cars even, I
can't put on the TV without sex and love;" she stopped, "you
know?"

"Yes, I

suppose it is, now I come to think about it. Why the sudden rush?"

"I

don't know!" she said, "I think it was just 'that spark' Mellie went
on about - you know?"

"Yes! I

totally do."

"And

when I chatted with Mellie on the coach home, she told me how you'd broken up
with your ex a few months back."

"Yeah,

she decided that the pickings were better in Benidorm. She was only an
occasional mate of Mel's. She wasn't in line to be a bridesmaid or anything,
but she was supposed to be my escort. She very nicely said that she wouldn't
come to the reception and cause any upset."

"I'm

pleased she didn't," said Jo, "I might have missed all this!"
she paused and looked down. "When I spotted you I asked Mel about you of
course." She shifted in her seat, "Mel told me about some pissed up
argument she'd had with Sonia, and how stupid she was to dump you. She pointed
out that Sonia had always said how great you were in bed and all of the;"
she paused.

"What?"

"All of

the times and different ways that you made her cum!" she blushed a
wonderful red color and her smile was gorgeous!

"That

kind of complement will get you everywhere," I hoped I wasn't blushing.

"Well,

I suppose I was starting to get a bit frisky, then when Mellie said she had
heard from different girls how great in the sack you were, well my hormones
went into overdrive. I couldn't get you out of my head, and Mellie noticed and
here we are. Sadly I thought I needed to get pissed drunk to go through with
it. And then, well, the rest is history, well last night at least."

"Jo,"

I said taking her hand, "you are amazingly attractive, charming girl and I
would deem it an honor to make love with you but when you want to not because
you think you should. But trust me, making love sober, is a thousand times
better than making love piss drunk."

"Terry,"

she said with a grin, "I think I'm ready, and because I do actually want
to."

"Great,"

I said trying not to grin from ear to ear.

"Well,

err;" she looked around as if not knowing what to do next.

"Let's

go for a swim first," I said, "I'd quite like to see more of that
fantastic body of yours;"

"You

must have seen most of it last night," she giggled, her face flushing a
bit.

"Parts,"

I said, "and I have to say your boobs are fantastic."

"Thanks,

I don't get a compliment like that very often,"

"Well

you should, your body is quite fantastic;"

"For a

woman in her thirties;" she interrupted.

"For a

woman," I said, "did you not see yourself in that dress last night?
You looked like a fashion model!" She giggled again, and sipped some
orange juice. "Stick your cossie and some shorts on and let's go."

"I

thought;"

"Let's

have as swim and freshen up, then we can come back and do whatever you want, as
I said, making love without a hangover is much better than with."

"Okay!"

she grinned. She walked across to her bag and took out a blue swimsuit and
turned her back heading to the bathroom, "Aww what the fuck, there's
nothing I have that you haven't seen already is there." She pulled off the
T-shirt exposing those wonderful full breasts again, and the tiny green string
I'd left her in. She dropped the string and I saw that despite being a virgin,
she'd shaved down to a tiny Brazilian that would hide beneath it.

"Like I

said, totally fucking gorgeous."

"What,

this old thing?" She held her swimming suit to one side and held out her
arms to her sides and did the tiniest twirl. She looked amazingly hot and her
arse was to die for.

"If you

don't put your suit on we may never get to swim."

She walked

across to me and with the tiniest hesitation put her arms around my neck. Her
naked body against my shorts and T-shirt felt great, and her hard nipples
pushed against my chest. We kissed, properly, and for the first time. I gently
rested a hand on her arse and gave it a soft squeeze, and she wriggled slightly
ducking away then forcing herself back against me.

"Fuck

the swimming," she hissed.

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"Fuck

the swimming," she hissed.

I picked her

up and carried her across to the bed and lay her down, dragging off my T-shirt leaving
me in just my shorts. I undid the fastening and let them fall to the ground, my
erection hard.

That s just the job.

"Wow!"

said Jo, looking down at my cock, "That's what Mel meant when she said you
had all the gear."

"Not

sure how Mel knew, mind you I suppose Sonia told her."

"Yeah,

and then she told me." She moved up the bed slightly to get a better look
at all of me. I stood much as she had a few moments before arms out to the side
weight on one leg.

"You

like?"

"I

definitely like," she said, "although I'm not sure all of that is
going to go in without making a mess."

"Most

men fit most women, if you've ridden a horse or done any kind of gym work your
hymen was probably shredded years ago. Still," I lay on the bed next to
her, "seeing as it's your first time, you can choose how we do it and set
the pace and speed and all that sort of thing."

"Technical;

this shagging business, isn t?" She said.

"Nah,

easy once you know how." I said leaning over her to kiss her again and
stroke my hands over this fantastic body I'd been watching so closely for two
weeks. "Right, let's have a look then." I said, sliding down to rest
with my head level with the apex of her thighs.

"Mel

told me you were an oral expert as well," she said, and I could feel her
trembling as I softly parted her legs bringing me level with her sex.

"No one

told me that," I said, "but I do my best."

"Thank

you. I kinda get the feeling she'd have told me you were a brain surgeon if it
would've got us into bed;" she said as if lost for words momentarily. She
stopped looking at me, held her hands across her waist and stared at the
ceiling; the kind of look you saw in doctor's and dentist surgeries the world
over. I grinned and chuckled.

"What?"

she said, seeing my mouth descend to her most private parts.

I gently

caressed and stroked, looking up I saw her worried looking face looking down
past her great tits and between her thighs. I found her clitoris with my finger
tip and softly stroked it.

"Show

me how you play with yourself," I said taking her hand.

"What?"

"Show

me how you pleasure yourself with your fingers, I bet you do."

She grinned

a little and taking my finger in her hand gently rubbed around the organ slowly
occasionally dipping down to find some moisture from her vagina. I took over the
action and let the look on her face advise me on my progress.

I felt her

moving towards that orgasm, and figured I needed to use my tongue on her clit.
I very gently eased a finger into her sex realizing that it was actually quite open.
I slid up and back finding her G-spot, scrubbing across it with slightly more vigor
once I found that rough patch of flesh.

She started

to writhe,

"Stay

with me Jo," I said, "I want to be the first bloke to make you
come."

She gasped

and tried to put her legs together but too late. She gasped and bounced her
hips up and down and I knew enough to carry on gently manipulating her private
parts until she'd finished.

"Wow,

Terry," she breathed out, "That was; wow!"

"Plenty

more where that came from," I said.

"Hmm;"

she grinned.

"So,"

I said pushing myself up and over her, "How would you like to do
this."

"With a

condom," she said, reaching into her bag on the bedside table.

"After

that," I said lowering myself onto her wonderful, soft, warm body for the
first time.

"This

feels pretty good," she grinned up at me. I rolled to one side taking the
box from her and withdrawing the rubber in its sealed pack.

I reached

down and gently pumped my cock, it was hard enough to do its job but I wanted
her to get the feel of my cock before I put it inside her. "Here," I
said, "you need to make sure it's hard enough."

I took her

hand and she placed it over my cock and just felt it up and down.

"It

feels;" she propped herself up on her arm and inspected her new toy,
"it doesn't feel like I thought it would."

"What

did you think it would feel like?"

"I

don't know," she said, "just not like this!" She got used to
pumping it and watched the skin move up and down. I split the condom packet
open.

She removed

the condom and fitted it over the end of my cock and slid it down in one
movement.

"Learned

that in sex education at school," she said.

"Perfectly

done," I added, looking into her lovely face, "let's do it Jo."
I said kissing her.

She kissed

me back and lay putting her hands to my shoulders to move me over her. She
spread her legs trying really hard to keep it natural. Soon my sheathed cock
was level with her very wet puss and I slid it up and down across her clit,
before slowly and carefully resting it at her entrance. I slid slowly forward
feeling first the tip then more of the shaft enter her.

She panted

and I felt her thighs raise and hold me,

"Slowly

Terry," she hissed, and I slid in slowly and gently, with her breathing
out as I entered her.

I felt my

groin touch hers,

"That's

all there is of me Jo," I said, "is it Okay?"

"It's a

bit tight, but very nice." She put her cheek to mine and hugged me tight.
I moved slowly and purposefully, trying to remember what it was that Sonia and
I had done making love. I had a record of making the women I'd slept with had
come during intercourse, and that started with Amy; and I was 100%, up to and
including Sonia, and I think that was as much about fingers as it was about
fucking. G-spot, I'm sure that was it. She had me ride her quite high so I
tried that again, but Jo pushed me down. Still a bit new for that kind of thing
obviously.

Fuck it, I

thought, just get on with it and try the clever stuff next time.

But that was

it, I wanted there to be a next time. I didn't want this to just be a one night
stand, I wanted her to come so much that she would want to repeat the process,
many times.

Feeling her

get comfortable, I speeded up working harder and deeper into her, allowing her
reactions to guide me, just as Amy had taught me.

She started

to gasp, and I pulled my face away from hers so I could see her expression.

"Oh

Terry," she purred, "this is lovely, why did I wait so long."
She kissed me.

"Because

you were waiting for the right man."

"And

the right man was you, was it?"

"Obviously."

I said slowing somewhat, and pushing myself up and off of her for a few
moments. Freeing my left hand I used it to great effect to grab her so far
untouched arse, and gave it a squeeze, my little finger making an experimental
tickle at her anus. She giggled.

I also used

the opportunity to move my head down so I could feast on her softening nipples,
and she guided them into my open mouth, each one in turn until they were red
and hard against my tongue.

"That's

nice," she said as I drew them into my mouth again and again.

"I

should hope so," I said, "how about this though." I covered my
teeth with my lips and squeezed them hard and she cooed.

"Oh

fuck, Terry," she said, "that is so hot."

"I do

try."

"Let's

try another position," she said.

"Excellent,

which one?"

"Oh I

don't know, you're the expert."

"Roll

onto your hands and knees," I said.

"No,"

she said firmly resting her hands on my forearms, "I want to be on
top."

"Oh,"

I grinned, "a fine choice and one I heartily agree with." I raised
off of her gently withdrawing my cock from her.

"Hmm,"

she said, "I could absolutely get used to this."

"Look,"

I said pointing to my throbbing cock, "tiniest trace of blood, no harm
done."

She pulled

my face down to her and kissed me,

"It's

because you're such a big boy," she said, then she giggled and pushed me
onto my back, and quickly sat astride me, landing with a bump. "Oh,"
she said putting a hand to her red, flushed cunt, "That probably wasn't
the best idea. Still," she leaned forward over me raising her bottom so my
erection sprung up under her.

She put her

hands on my shoulders, leaning down to kiss me. Our tongues clashed again, and
it was for the first time it was about the passion, rather than just kissing.
She raised herself again, and this time she fed my cock inside her. She closed
her eyes and slowly slid down.

"Oh

yeah," she gasped, "that's just the job."

She was

getting more and more into the process, and I hoped I could hold out until she
had another orgasm. So I put my hands to her hips and helped her up and down
and she approved so I slid my thumb across to play across her clitoris.

"Come

on Jo, come for me honey."

"Oh

baby!" I thought she might have been taking the piss, but the look on her
face was enough to let me know it was working. I could see her boobs bouncing
in front of me, so pulled her down slightly so I could kiss and suck her erect
nipples. I scraped my teeth along her nips and she cried out to another first,
her first orgasm during intercourse and it was enough to push me over the edge
and I came with her. She fell across me and we kissed and cuddled, with me
withdrawing from her to remove the condom and my healthy fertile sperm it
contained. After all, while she wanted to lose her virginity I wasn't sure she
wanted to get pregnant.

We lay

together for a while, catching our breath, kissing and just holding each other.
Jo ran her finger through the hair on my chest.

"How

long till we can do that again!" She breathed.

It was so

hot I felt a bit of a stirring in my loins even though I knew I'd be out of
action for a while at least. She rolled off of me, stood and went to the table,
pouring the last of the coffee from the jug into one cup. Her body looked
fantastic, slightly pink and 101% feminine. She looked over her shoulder and noticed
me looking, grinning and looking even pinker than before. She added milk and
walked back to bed with it.

"Here,"

she said, "a little something to keep your strength up."

Round Two

I took the cup

from her and drank some, it was just hot enough. She lay back down next to me
and took the cup and sipped some. I took the cup back from her finished it, and
went back to holding her again. We smooched for another twenty minutes,
eventually drifting into a light doze. We woke about half an hour later and
bloody hell, I was ready to go again. And we did.

This time

the foreplay was slightly less because I could see that she was red and puffy
from our first round. So this time, I slipped on the condom and climbed over
her again and made love in the missionary. I tried to tempt her onto her hands
and knees but still she would have none of it. It was still fantastic and we
made love, each holding the other close. As she neared her third, or was it
fourth, orgasm of the day she clung to me, getting every part of her touching
part of me.

"Oh

Terry," she gasped, "Mellie was right, Mellie was so right, please
I'm so close," she warbled, "I'm so nearly there, ah!" she cried
out in her orgasm and I joined her.

We took a

shower together and I took every opportunity to touch and stroke her, avoiding
the parts I'd already been touching. We had to be out of our rooms by three
that afternoon so we couldn't take the time I would have liked.

Once dried,

I got back into my shorts and T-shirt, and she got dressed in her tight jeans
and another tight T-shirt. We kissed.

"So,"

I said, "I guess that counts as our first date, when do I get to take you
out again."

Incognito

She stopped

smiling,

"Oh

Terry, I don't know, I don't know that I can."

"Okay,"

I said, walking across and taking her in my arms, "how about you come
round to my place after I've finished work, and I'll cook you something as hot
and as sweet as you are, and I can give you some more orgasms. You bring
knickers and a clean shirt for school the next morning, no one knows any
different."

"I

suppose I could do that," she said, "I'll bring the food though. I'm
a fussy bitch."

Dinner Date

There was a

knock on my door, and I recognized the shape at once - it was Jo.

"Hi

Terry," she said as I pulled the door open, and she pushed her way in to
my hallway. I could see she was carrying a suit bag with a blouse in it. I
figured she was staying the night. She also had two servings of fish and chips,
a bottle of wine and a chick flick. We got cozy on the sofa, ate our food and
drank our wine, watched the film then went to bed and made love. This was
pretty much the first time she'd ever done this kind of thing and being the
person that introduced her to it was really sweet, and just the nicest thing
ever.

She

disappeared into my bathroom and reappeared in the cutest baby doll nightie;

"It

makes me look stupid doesn't it," she said with red cheeks.

"It

makes you look fucking gorgeous," I replied. After all, it bloody did.

I kept on my

boxer shorts and switched the bedside lights on. She tiptoed over to my bed, I
could see that she'd also put on some makeup. I smiled.

"What?"

she said.

"You

look amazing," I said, "and I kinda get the feeling you know you look
amazing."

"I'm

trying." She grinned back at me.

I pulled her

down onto me and we started again. I could smell the wetness and she noticed.

"Sorry,"

she said putting a hand to her mouth, "Only I've been wet down there all
day."

She lay on

top of me, stroking my hair, "I had to go to the bathroom lunchtime and
finish myself off; I had to put a pad on just to soak up anything that
leaked." She put her face to mine and kissed me, "I almost took the
afternoon off but I had revision sessions for 11th year exam students. I had to
keep my jacket on because I was terrified my nipples would show through my
blouse!"

I giggled,

"You weren't like that in my day Miss," I reached down and squeezed
her delicious bottom.

"I

should hope not!" she said tapping my nose with her finger, "anyway,
you gonna fuck me or what?" I grinned and rolled her over until I was on
top. I reached into my bedside table drawer for the box of condoms I knew to be
there, while Jo reached down and grabbed my erect cock giving it a squeeze.
With her other hand she took the condom from me and proceeded to make sure that
we were protected. I settled myself between her thighs and eased myself into
her.

"Oh

Christ," she gasped as I felt her flushed wetness envelope me. She put her
arms around my neck and once satisfied I was in her, held me tight while I
carried on from where we had left off the previous afternoon. "Oh fuck
Terry," she said pushing her cheek against mine. I felt some wetness
between our faces, and slowed up lifting up to see a few tears coming down her
face.

"What's

up, honey?" I said.

She grinned,

"Nothing Terry," she said, "Absolutely nothing," with that
she pulled my face to hers and we kissed again, tongues clashing in a wet
embrace that left us breathless but ready for more of the same.

Upping the

game a bit, I moved my spare arm to grab her buttocks again, squeezing them and
feeling her squirm just the tiniest bit, although definitely with pleasure.
After a few moments I allowed the tip of my middle finger to stray to her anus,
and moving it up to her sopping cunt moved back to circle that taught circle of
flesh.

She looked

into my eyes, her face a picture of confused delight as, while she knew she
liked the feeling, she wasn't sure if she should. In a series of gleeful but
wordless expressions and nods we gauged each other's willingness and daring. I
finally pushed just the tip of my finger into her arse and circled just inside,
seeking out the nerve endings that I knew would be there.

As for Jo,

she opened her eyes wide at the initial intrusion, giving just the tiniest
wiggle at her waist as she got used to it. She closed her eyes to concentrate
on the feeling and I just kissed her again, our tongues bashing away. She began
to push against me working up to her orgasm, so I reciprocated and groaning
into each-other's faces we finally reached the point of no return and I came a
few seconds after her.

We rolled to

our sides catching our breath, both grinning like idiots.

"Wow

Terry," she said, "You are just full of surprises;"

I stripped her

out of her baby doll and laid it carefully on the side of the bed,

"I'll

get the tea," I said rolling to one side. What I really wanted to do was
wash my hands so I could get creative again, so I did. On my return with two
mugs and half a packet of biscuits she was laying back on a pile of pillows
looking drop dead gorgeous and she could obviously read my thoughts.

Recovery Time.

"Shit

Terry, do I look that good?"

"Yeah,"

I said, "better in fact." I sat on the side of the bed and handed her
a mug of tea.

"Did

you wash your hands," she giggled as she sipped from her mug.

"No,"

I said, making a play of dipping a biscuit in her mug. She made a face and an Uwe
noise.

"You

bastard," she chuckled, and with the chuckle took a sharp breath and
placed a free hand on the front of her cunt. "Bit sore," she said,
"mind you, it hasn't quite had the usage before."

Indeed she

hadn't; we'd fucked quite strongly four times in a shade over 24 hours.

Finishing

our tea, I put the now empty mugs on the bedside table I slid in next to her
again,

"Well,

let's give puss a night to recover, if it's Okay with you, I'll hold you all
night just to make sure."

"Yeah,"

she whispered, the most wonderful grin on her face. I kissed her, turned her
away from me and gently pulled her back so I could spoon her and hold her soft
breasts.

She kissed

my arm as we both fell into a deep restful sleep.

When we woke

the next morning, she had turned in the night and was laying half across my
chest her arm across my shoulder.

She woke

with her face nuzzling into my neck, with some surprise but recovered quickly.
I looked at the clock and it was a few minutes to six, so I pulled the duvet up
to our chins,

"Good

morning," I said turning my face to kiss her lips.

"What a

way to wake up," she said kissing me back, "What time is it?"

"A bit

before six," I said, "bags of time yet." I rolled on my side to
face her and we kissed again, and before I knew it, she was reaching down
between my legs and pumping hard on my stiffening erection.

"Puss

has recovered," she said and climbed on top of me stopping only to reach
into my bedside table drawer and the condoms she knew were there now.

After a

splendid fuck I headed to the kitchen and made tea and toast, returning to the
bedroom and the sound of the shower - I joined her.

We sat on

the bed naked and laughing eating toast and drinking tea, really into each
other.

"Thank

you for a lovely evening," she said, "and morning I should add."

"No

problem Jo, same again tonight?"

"I have

marking I have to do," she pouted, "everything I should have done
last night as well."

"I'll

cook tea," I said, "bring a change of clothes."

She would

kiss me goodbye in the morning leaving me with no more than a 'see ya'.

In our many evenings

together I found out that she still lived with her parents, and I wasn't even
spoken of for the first three months of our relationship. After a month of her
coming to my house after work I got her to allow me to take her out for the
day. We jumped in my car and I headed for Dorset. Only once we were fifty miles
away from anyone that might know her did she allow me to hold her hand. I could
see that she was loving every moment of it despite her hesitance. We stayed
over in a nice hotel and she allowed me to take her to the restaurant for
dinner. We walked along the seafront and found a pub and we just chatted.

I asked if

she would like to meet my parents, she was nervous about that; I didn't push my
luck. We had a wonderful weekend, and really enjoyed each other's company. We
went back to my place and I suggested that she should stay over.

Being the

sneaky chap that I can occasionally be, I'd already put her blouse and
underwear into my washing machine before we left on Friday evening and it
needed a light touch of an iron and she was ready for work the next day. I said
that she should leave some stuff at my place and she was again rather hesitant,
so I took the initiative myself.

I read the

labels of her blouse and went to the local clothing store and bought her some.
I got braver the next day in my local Supermarket and bought a couple of
four-packs of the panties she wore, even throwing in some high-cut lacy shorts
I thought she'd look fantastic in. I got her a collection of her deodorants and
hair products and of course a tooth brush.

I left them

all hidden and as we headed for bed I announced that she could come and go as
she pleased now because she had spare sets of everything she would need.

She perused

my choices, and I could see she wanted to be cross with me but I think she was
also quite touched. She loved the high-cut panties I'd bought for her and wore
a pair to school the next day.

She

complained I hadn't bought her tights or a bra but brought those with her the
next night and put them in 'her' drawer.

After three

months I managed to get her to come to the huge out-of-town Shopping Mall with
me on a Saturday, the following weekend we went out for lunch in the main high
street, she even said hello to a young man from one of her classes but we were
far enough apart for her to get away with it. We even went to the cinema that
night.

Our

'relationship'? Yes, it was definitely one of those but it was just that no one
else knew about it. I had told my mum and dad about my new girl and they
understood (to a point) about this former school teacher of mine that was a
'bit backward in coming forward' about going out with an old pupil.

Mellie

eventually beat the truth out of me one night we all went out for a Halloween
party. We'd been out with our various mates a few times and because we now kind
of hung out as one big group. Mellie was forever trying to get me and Jo
together and we chatted nicely like all of the gang did. I bought her drinks
and made it look like I was chatting her up and Jo would practice her body
language to make it look like she was keen but not that keen.

Covert Coupling

On this

night as with the others Mellie kept her distance, but watched us both like a
hawk and I thought we were getting away with it. I was dressed as 'Death' (Big Terry
Pratchett fan, sorry) while Jo was dressed as a vampire with the most wonderful
contact lenses that made her eyes look brilliant.

We had to

work really hard to keep our distance in a believable way, but we were so in
tune as a couple after all these weeks it was hard not to just wander over to
the other and just chat like we did most nights of the week these days.

Mellie still

tried to keep her distance, but our body language was of course speaking
volumes to anyone that knew us to any extent.

"What is

it with you two," she said looking at me then Jo and a soft smile.

"Nothing,"

said Jo trying hard to look innocent.

Mellie

stalked towards me,

"Spill

the beans Terry, or it won't be pretty;" she was dressed like Morticia
Adams and looking fucking sexy into the bargain mind you. She folded her arms
and looked sternly at me. I tried not to smile.

Mel pursed

her lips and turned on her heels and went back to the bar, chatting with Hubby
Dave dressed as Gomez.

We thought

no more of it and were just starting to chat to each other pleasantly, both
conscious that within hours we'd be in bed and making love and in our secretive
world of overnight stays and meals.

Just as we

were talking about the easiest way for her to come back to my place without
telling the whole gang, Mellie appeared again. She pulled us both together so
she could still whisper to us.

"So!"

she said, "I've just had a very interesting chat with Aunt Ronnie, Darling
cousin," she tried to look hard at Jo, but failed miserably, "It
seems that you've all but moved out of her place staying instead with 'a friend
you know from work'. Your Mum and Dad know nothing about this friend other than
you stay most nights of the week, get most of your washing done and eat most of
your meals there."

"Mellie!"

snarled Jo. I tried to sneak away!

"And

seeing as you only hang out with all of us, and you have no other friends to
speak of, I'm guessing it must be one of us, and seeing as everyone else in the
group is married, engaged or seriously involved, I have the funniest feeling
that your friend is none other than the lovely Terry stood just over there,
trying desperately to look innocent." She folded her arms and looked from
me to Jo. "Well?"

Jo stifled a

laugh, shook her blonde hair out of her face and looked across at me.

I shrugged

my shoulders, no way was I getting between these two.

Jo settled

the matter,

"If I

tell you Mellie; will you promise to keep it to yourself, and not go on about
it?"

Mel giggled

and nodded.

In response Jo

took to steps towards me, pushed me into a small alcove, put one hand around my
waist, one to my cheek and kissed me. I reciprocated, quite getting into the
French kissing after at least three hours of pretending we didn't want to.

Mellie

beamed with undisguised joy and clapped her hands,

"Oh

Jo-Jo, I'm so pleased! Terry!"

Jo turned in

my arms to her cousin,

"Okay,

now you know but you promised not to go on about it."

"Oh I

wouldn't worry about me," said Mellie, "your Mum has already
discussed it with my Mum and Aunt Liz, they've all but arranged the wedding,
the only thing they haven't worked out is who the groom is."

Jo's mouth

fell open, and she looked at Mel pointing an accusatory finger at her.

"Don't

you say a wor"

"Too

late Darling sorry," she said, "I may have just confirmed your Mum's
suspicion that it may be that nice boy from my wedding."

We walked

back to my place from the pub, holding hands only after the rest of the gang
were out of sight.

"Jo,"

I said, as we walked towards my flat, "I love you."

"Of

course you do," she said, "As soon as you realized that I loved
you."

Stood at the

corner of the street we kissed.

"Bloody

sociologists," I whispered in her ear and we walked back to the flat.

The nights

she stayed became more and more often until finally all of her regular and work
clothes were at my place and I'd had to buy another wardrobe and chest of
drawers and she pretty much lived with me.

We booked a

Winter break during the half term holiday, and we headed for New York for four
nights. In the spirit of all of the best possible Hollywood romances at the top
of the Empire State Building on the third evening I dropped to one knee and
proposed to her.

To my

amazement she beamed a beautiful smile at me and nodded her head, and I saw a
few tears sneak down her face.

"Yes

Terry," she whispered, "Yes please."

I slipped

the ring on her finger and the two or three dozen people on the platform
clapped, cheered and whooped watching what was going on. I got back to my feet
and we hugged and kissed, forgetting momentarily our audience. Once we broke
our kiss it was to find several people shaking our hands and taking our
picture. We featured on that days Empire State Building Facebook page and I
shared it to my page. Jo didn't have one of course, but that was it. Terry and
Jo, a couple at last.

We

threatened anyone that made a joke about how we first met with physical
violence. One of Jo's relatives giggled and said about child abuse and she
pinned him to the wall with the simple expedient of pinching him around his
windpipe and slowly adding some pressure! He was banned from the wedding
reception along with two or three of his equally humorous relatives and there
was some grumbling.

Mellie was

chief bridesmaid as she was partially responsible for us getting together in
the first place.

Miss White

morphed into Mrs. White, that summer; and her parents finally got to see her
walk down the aisle. We have been married for three years, moved house once and
have two children.

Pretty

bloody brilliant I think.

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