The Guilded Lily Ch. 04: Corrine's Story

Chapter 4.

Corrine's Story.

Corrine Allen.

* * *

I sat on the couch in my lounge, crying. I'd lost her. My beautiful Susan.

We'd met one evening when I'd gone out for a drink with some workmates in Birmingham city centre. I'd gone to the bar to get my round, and there she stood, waiting to be served.

I caught the barman's attention. "Yes, Miss, what can I get you?" I nodded towards the blonde goddess.

"This beautiful girl was before me."

She smiled. "Thanks."

She ordered her drink, a Martini, and sipped it. I ordered 4 beers and watched her as the barman served them. "Are you here with friends," I asked.

"I was meeting my sister, but she can't get a babysitter, I thought I'd have one more drink before I go home."

"You're welcome to join my workmates and me." I paid the barman.

She looked me up and down. "You're not chatting me up, are you?"

I smiled. "Would it do me any good to try?"

She laughed. "You'll never know if you don't try, will you?"

I picked up the bottles of beer and crooked my elbow, offering it to her. "Come and meet the gang."

She slipped her hand around my elbow, I shivered. "What's your name," she asked.

"Corrine, what's yours?"

"I'm Susan."

We walked through the crowd to the table where the other members of the kitchen crew from the Guilded Lily were sitting. I introduced Susan to them, and they all smiled and nodded. Tony, the Chef de Partie, winked at me. "We've only been here half an hour, and you've pulled already," he grinned.

Susan joined in the rather bawdy banter around the table, looking at me from time to time. She leaned into me after a while, and I took a chance and slipped my arm around her waist.

Looking up at me and winking, she ran her hand along the waistband of my jeans and slid it into the back pocket. I grinned at her and lowered my hand onto her round backside.

"Why is your hand on my ass?" she giggled.

"Because it's the nicest ass I've seen for months," I said, "and I want to check the quality."

"And?"

"Grade 1A," I replied.

She smiled at me, leaned in and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You're a smooth one, aren't you?"

I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "Do you like to dance? There's a good DJ at the Academy tonight. Want to go?"

"Okay," she smiled, "Let's go."

We made our excuses, and I led her by the hand out of the bar and down the street.

We'd only gone a few yards down the road when she stopped to look in a shoe shop window. I put my arm around her as she checked out the merchandise. She looked up at me, leant in and tipped her face up towards me. My lips touched hers, and she pressed herself against me. "I want you!" she whispered, "I've never been with a black girl before. Your skin looks good against mine."

"I thought you'd never ask," I smiled, "Your place or mine?"

"I'm just around the corner. My flat mate's away for a fortnight. Come on."

We hustled down the street, hand in hand until we reached a door between two shops. Susan fumbled for a key, then led me inside. We climbed the stairs, and she let us into her flat.

It was a vast studio-style place with an open plan living area, tastefully furnished. Susan led me to the couch and offered me a drink.

"Do you have any beer?" I asked.

"Bud or Becks?" she replied.

"Becks please."

She went to the fridge and pulled out two bottles, opening them on the counter before bringing them over. "Make yourself at home, sit down," she smiled.

I sat on the couch, and she dropped to sit on my knee. She snaked her arm around my neck and pulled me in for a kiss. Our lips met, and her mouth opened to allow my tongue to tangle with hers. She slid her hand across my chest, finding my hard nipples and tweaking them. She opened two buttons on my shirt and slipped her hand inside, returning to my small firm breast. I sighed.

"Let me help you with your blouse," I whispered.

I unbuttoned her silk top and slid it off her shoulders, revealing a deep, tanned cleavage in a blood-red bra. She reached behind her to unclasp her bra and pulled it down her arms.

"Your tits are stunning," I groaned, "may I lick them a little?"

"I'd prefer if you lick them a lot," she smiled.

I dropped my mouth to her hard nipple, drawing it between my lips and sucking.

"Mmmmmh!"

I gripped the teat with my teeth and tugged. She moaned, "Harder, bite me, my nips like it a little rough."

With that, I went to work on her, nibbling and nipping on one nipple as my fingers twisted the other. I switched back and forth for a couple of minutes, working her breasts. She groaned and shivered, then she leaned back, and her body went rigid, spasming as she moaned her approval.

I pulled back, looking into her eyes. "Did you just cum?"

She grinned and nodded. "Fuck, Corrine, that was right on the edge between pleasure and pain. If you can do that with my tits, what are you going to do to my little kitty?"

"Let's find out," I said.

I stood her up and pulled her elasticated skirt over her full hips and down her shapely legs. I hooked my thumbs in the top of her scarlet panties and drew them down. I was rewarded with a view of the most exquisite pussy I'd ever seen. Under a sparse covering of blonde hair, her lips were full and pink. Her inner labia peeked out, and the hood of her clitoris was just revealing its hidden treasure.

The damp lips glistened as I leant towards her, filling my senses with her scent. I pushed the tip of my tongue as low as possible and drew it up, brushing over her clit. She gasped, "Oh!"

I swivelled her around, laying her on the couch. She spread her legs and pulled my head into her wet pussy.

I licked and tongued her opening and lips as she writhed beneath me. Soon she was thrusting up to meet my tongue. "My clit," she begged. "Lick my clit... Bastard.... make me cum... do it... Pleeeeease!"

I shifted my mouth up and sucked her clit into my mouth, pulling and flicking my tongue over the little nub. "Ohhh! FUCK!" She squealed as her hips shuddered, and she shook for a minute or more.

As her orgasm subsided, I pulled my face from her dripping slit and slid up to kiss her mouth.

"You are the most gorgeous creature I've ever known," I sighed.

She smiled at me. "Get those clothes off now, I want to do wicked things to your beautiful ebony body."

I stripped and sat beside her on the couch. She pushed me back, and lay between my spread legs, kissing me on the mouth. She engulfed my nipple in her mouth, nipping the stiff bud. I groaned. "Too much?" she asked. I shook my head, "So perfect. Do the other one. Bite me!"

She played with my tits, working them with her hands, lips and teeth, then dropped between my legs. I felt her fingers spread my pussy lips, as moisture dripped from my slit and over my asshole.

"Ohhh! Your pussy is so pretty. The deep pink against your lovely black skin. It's like an exotic flower. May I lick it?"

"Yessss!" I whispered.

Her tongue probed inside my tunnel, then licked up to my clit and back down again. Susan tongued me for several minutes as my moans of pleasure increased. Just as I thought I could stand no more, she latched onto my clit like a limpet, flicking and nipping me until, somewhere inside, a dam burst and I shuddered, crying her name over and over.

She reached up and kissed me, flooding my mouth with my pussy juice as her tongue wriggled in my mouth. She hugged me to her and whispered, "Will you stay the night?"

I nodded, still gasping for breath, and she smiled. "Come with me. Let's go to bed."

* * *

When I woke the next morning, her mouth was at my left nipple, suckling. I lifted my head. "Hello, gorgeous," I smiled.

"Hello, my beautiful black lover."

She slid her head down to my pussy, twisting around so she could straddle my head, presenting her perfect mound for my inspection.

We dived into each other's slits, flashing tongues and fingers, desperate to get each other off. I felt what I thought were three fingers push into my stretched pussy as she nibbled my clit. I writhed under her as my orgasm hit, and I lost all track of time for a while. As I came down from my high, she turned her body and put her knees either side of my head, pushing her dripping hole into my mouth. I licked and sucked her, then pulled her rigid nub into my mouth and flicked it mercilessly. Susan squealed and stiffened as she convulsed over me then slipped off my face, groaning, "Too much! Too much!"

We snuggled for a while after, kissing. We got up and showered together, dressed, and ate a quick breakfast before I left to get to work on time.

"Will I see you again," I asked.

"You'd better."

"Okay. When"

"Tonight?"

"Here, about 10.30? I'll come straight from work and use your shower."

"That's a date," she grinned, kissing me as I left.

* * *

We met the next night. In fact, every night for a week. After a fortnight, I'd moved in with her.

We complimented each other in so many ways. We were made for each other.

After a year we moved to a nicer flat, out of the city centre. We became a proper couple, doing things together, laughing, loving and living life to the full.

We spent four wonderful years together until she came home just three days ago with a worried look on her pretty face.

"What's wrong, Susan?"

"I have to tell you something, Corrine. My biological clock is ticking, I'm nearly 36 years old. I want a family and children."

"I thought I was your family. What happened to us?"

"I've worried about it, but it's not enough. I've met a guy...."

"A guy?"

"He's called Simon. I like him a lot. He wants me to move in with him. He wants children."

I broke down. I thought I had it all and Susan had taken it away in two minutes.

I lay on the couch, sobbing, "Why? Why?" repeatedly.

I heard Susan whisper, "I'm so sorry, Corrine," then I heard her leave and close the door.

* * *

I woke up the next day on the couch. In the bathroom, I washed my face and cleaned my teeth.

I put on a coat and stepped outside, pulling the door behind me.

I walked to the canal and followed the path into the city centre. I lost myself in the bustle for several hours until I found I'd gone full circle and was almost home again.

I let myself in. Then I noticed. Coats missing from the rack. That ridiculous bobble hat I teased her about, gone. The suitcases from the wardrobe were missing, and all Susan's clothes gone too.

In the space of three hours, she'd moved out. I called her mobile phone, but it went straight to voicemail. She'd gone without even a goodbye. I cried again.

Monday was awful. I never got out of bed except to drink water and pee.

Tuesday came, and I couldn't face work. I rang Jim at The Guilded Lily and told him I was sick.

He guessed there was something wrong, I never missed work. He got the story out of me and told me to take a few days off. I went back to bed.

About 3pm I woke to a knocking on the door. I ignored it at first, but whoever it was wouldn't give up.

"Crystal?"

"Hello, Corrine, I'm so sorry." She stepped through the door and wrapped her arms around me.

"I feel so lost Crystal, she told me on Sunday she'd been meeting this guy for a couple of weeks.

Then she tells me she wants marriage and kids. She never mentioned marriage and kids before.

"She's gone, Crystal. Moved out, took all her stuff. I don't know what to do."

"I think you need a break. Get away for a bit, perhaps go abroad. You must have some holiday time due."

"Do you think Jim would let me go?"

"Let's see," She said. She took out her phone and rang Jimmy.

"Hi-- Yes I'm with her-- pretty bad-- Can we spare Corrine for a few weeks?-- Yes, I think she needs to get away-- I'll tell her-- Okay, Bye!"

She hung up.

"Jimmy says you have 3 weeks holiday. Take it all if you need it. Get yourself out of Birmingham and away from your memories for a while. We'll manage at the 'Lily' for that long."

I nodded.

"Do you have enough money for a trip abroad?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. Thank you and tell Jim thank you too." I added.

"Do you know where you'll go?"

"I have a friend in Poland; Gdansk. I thought I'd go visit him."

Crystal left soon after, wishing me well. I set to making plans to get away from all this before it dragged me any lower.

* * *

I'd claimed my suitcase and was walking towards the barrier at Gdansk airport when I saw Billy waving to me.

I rushed over to him and hugged him. I'd told him the short version of Susan's break up with me on the phone a few days before.

"I'm so sorry, Corrine, I thought you guys were for life."

"Me too, Billy, me too."

We walked to his car and drove out of the airport and into the countryside.

Billy and I had trained as chefs together and even worked alongside each other at Maison LeBoeuf for a year before he decided he wanted something other than catering as a job. He'd travelled in Europe, volunteering until he found the place where he now worked. It was a cross between a farm and a children's home. Orphaned and disadvantaged kids lived there and helped grow their own food and care for the animals. They seemed to be outdoor most of the summer and were all as brown as berries.

Billy was one of the few permanent staff. They'd hired him for his cooking skills, and because he'd grown up on a farm and new about animal care.

A lot of the others there were volunteers. They were from all over the world, and most came for two or three weeks, getting food and shelter for their labour. Lots of students did it as a holiday or a gap year.

Billy had found me a single room for my stay, rather than the volunteer dormitories. I planned to stay for two weeks and would offer 4 or 5 hours work a day for my keep. A lot of the work was physical labour, though Billy said I'd be welcome to help in the kitchen too.

The weather was glorious, so I opted for the outdoors.

Once I'd settled in, Billy showed me around. The place was impressive and well managed. All the volunteers were busy and looked happy, as did the children in their care.

We looked in on the milking goats, and I stopped in my tracks. Mucking out, with a fork in her hand, was a vision. A lithe, platinum blonde waif of a girl of about 20, dressed in shorts and a vest top. Her hair was tangled, she was streaked in muck and was sweating. She was beautiful.

Billy nearly walked into the back of me when I stopped. He looked up to see what had caught my attention and smiled.

"Her name's Milla. She's Polish, and here for a few more days, I think. She doesn't have a boyfriend with her, but I've no idea if she 'bats for your team' if you see what I mean."

I grinned at Billy and winked, "You know me too well, Billy!"

"I'll put you on mucking out detail tomorrow, shall I? It's not popular, but Milla does it 'cos she loves the goats."

I smiled at Billy. Milla looked up from her work, and her eyes met mine. She gave me a shy smile, then continued with her job.

* * *

At dinner that night I, looked out for Milla, but she was with a group of girls all chatting in a language I didn't understand. I sat at a table alone and saw Billy point a young couple towards me.

"Mind if we sit here?" said the guy, "Billy says you're English."

"Yeah, from Birmingham. Oh, yes, sit down and join me."

They introduced themselves as Thomas and Stella. They were travelling through Europe during the summer break from university. We chatted about the work they'd done during their two weeks at the farm; Weeding, harvesting vegetables, feeding animals and mucking out. I asked about the goats.

"If you like Goats, you need to speak to Milla," said Stella. "She does the milking and feeding."

I smiled, "What time are they milked in the morning?" Stella stood up and called across the room.

"Milla!" The slight blonde girl looked up from her conversation. Stella reeled off a stream of language that I could only assume was Polish. Milla replied. Stella spoke one of the few Polish words I knew, 'Thank You' and turned back to me.

"She starts at 7am. Are you planning to join her?"

"If I can," I said. "Does she speak any English?"

"Only a little. You should be able to get by. Do you not have any Polish?"

I laughed. "Um. Hello, please, and thank you. I didn't even know I was coming here until 2 days ago. I'm an old friend of Billy's."

"I did a course in Polish when we planned for this trip," said Stella, "and Thomas speaks good German. We're sticking to those countries."

They talked about their university courses, and I told them a bit about my work, chatting for an hour or more. When I looked across the room, Milla and her friends had left.

Thomas, Stella and I talked for a while longer then all headed off to bed.

* * *

The alarm on my phone woke me at 6.30. I jumped out of bed and had a quick wash and brushed my teeth before heading towards the goat's barn.

As I walked through the door, I saw her coming towards me carrying a metal bucket.

"Milla?" I asked.

"Tak."

"Sorry, I don't speak any Polish," I said.

"You Eeengleesh?" she inquired in a heavy accent.

"Yes."

"Okay, I try," she smiled.

She beckoned me to follow her and let me to the milking area. She led one goat out of a pen and got it to jump up onto a low table. She gave the animal a small bucket of food and sat down beside it.

"You watch," she said.

She set her bucket under the goat and reached for its udder. Soon she had streams of white milk splashing into the pail. "Easy," she said.

Once she'd finished, she returned the goat and brought out another.

"Now, you."

I looked at her, and she got me to sit beside the goat. "She nice goat. Easy," she said.

She stood behind me and reached for my hands. She showed me how to grip the teat and close my fingers one at a time to push the milk out into the bucket. With her slim body pressed against my back, and her white-blonde hair cascading over my shoulder, I was finding it hard to concentrate on the job in hand. Every time I got it wrong, she'd lean over me and correct my hands. I could feel her breath on my ear. I turned my head towards her as she corrected me one more time and found my face inches from hers. She gave me a shy grin, giggled and pecked me on the cheek.

"You do good. I finish," she said.

I stood up to let her take my place. My panties were soaked.

Milla finished the final two goats, and we strained the milk and put it away in a fridge.

"Now, feed others," she said.

We went to another pen and gave food to a group of smaller goats. "We don't milk these?" I asked.

Milla giggled. It was the most beautiful laugh.

"These boys," she laughed, "Not milk boys."

"Why keep them then?"

She ran her hand over the back of one animal, "Nice fat. Good dinner." She rubbed her stomach.

I remembered my grandmother's recipe for jerked goat and salivated. "I like Goat," I said.

"You eat?"

"My family come from Jamaica."

She looked at me and nodded. She took my hand and stroked the back of it. "Jamaica," she said. "You very black. Nice skin."

I smiled at her and looked at her own alabaster skin. "You're very white!"

She giggled and took my hand, leading me towards some empty pens. "We muck out here 'Jamaica', you help. One hour, then breakfast."

"My name is Corrine," I said.

She gave me the most beautiful smile. "I call you Jamaica!"

We worked until they served breakfast, then went to eat. I sat with Milla as we ate our food and her friends joined us. Soon they were all calling me Jamaica, but I understood very little of the conversation.

After we washed our dishes, we headed to the kitchen. Milla instructed me to wash my hands and gave me an apron. She called me from the huge refrigerator. "Jamaica, you help?"

She pointed to a carcass hanging up inside. "We cut," she said.

I lifted the carcass and placed it on the wooden block.

"Goat," she explained. "You can cut?"

"I can do some butchery," I said.

"That's word!" she exclaimed. "Butcher. My father butcher, Warsaw. I learn."

She got knives and a saw, and we worked. I thought my skills were good, but this girl was quick. Before too long, the meat was cut and bagged. We left some in the kitchen and froze the rest. We were just cleaning up when a hand fell on my shoulder.

"Can't stay out of a kitchen, can you?" smiled Billy.

I grinned, "This beautiful girl was just putting my skills to shame."

"She's good, isn't she?"

"Fast and efficient."

Milla took my hand and pulled me away. "Finish mucking out before lunch," she called.

Billy laughed as we left, "She's a slave driver, Corrine."

* * *

Milla and I worked on the goat barn until lunch then washed and went into the house. This cute, feisty girl intrigued me. I had to know more about her.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Milla?"

"Had boyfriend, not like him any more. You have?"

"No." I saw the look of surprise as my face dropped. "I had a girlfriend, but we split up."

"You like girl?"

"Yes."

"I like both," she grinned.

We got our lunch and sat with some German lads who spoke good English. Thomas and Stella joined us as we ate.

With lunch finished, and our work over for the day, I asked Milla if she would show me some countryside.

"We go walk in forest?"

"Okay. Let's go."

Milla took my hand and led me across a field towards some trees. I thought she'd let go once we were on our way, but she held on to me. I gave her hand a slight squeeze. She looked at me with a shy smile.

"I like you," she said.

"I like you, too."

Milla stepped in front of me, stopping my progress. She stepped up to me, put her hands on my shoulders, and kissed me on the lips. Smiling, she stepped back beside me and put her arm around my waist. I draped my arm over her shoulder, and we set off for the trees again.

The forest was beautiful. Milla showed me the plants and flowers. I'm sure she could name each one, though the names meant nothing to me. She pointed out birds, and we even surprised a deer and watched it as it rushed off into the trees.

We came to a small stream and sat on the grassy bank. Milla sat close to my side with her arm around my waist. I smiled at her. "Kiss," she said.

I leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. As we parted, she pulled me back and kissed me harder. Her mouth opened, and her tongue slipped between my lips. I placed my hand on her waist and slid it up under her loose tee-shirt. I found the bottom of her small pert breast, and she gasped. "Tak. Yes!"

Encouraged, I ran my fingers upwards, finding her hard nipple. I pinched the rigid nub, and she groaned. "Ohhhh!"

She disentangled herself from my arms and pulled her shirt over her head. Loosening the button and zip, she slid off her jeans, kicking her shoes off as she went. She stood in front of me in just a pair of pink, polka dot panties. She was so gorgeous. White-blonde hair, alabaster skin, Small firm tits with tiny pale pink nipples, a slim toned body and slender, muscular legs.

Milla pulled me to my feet and kissed me hard. She pulled at my shirt. "Off," she giggled.

I pulled my shirt over my head, kicked off my trainers and removed my jeans. I stood before her in just my white panties. She gazed at my body, inspecting me. She reached for my hand and held her white arm against my black one. "Black and white," she said, "I like."

She reached a hand to my breast, tracing a ring around the nipple. She scratched her fingernail over the hard black tip, and I gasped. She grinned. She was fascinated by me, and I wondered if she'd ever seen a black girl naked before.

Milla's lips engulfed the hard tip of my breast, and she sucked. Her teeth grazed me, and she pulled on the nipple.

She pulled me back down to lie on the grass, running her small pale hand over my belly. The fingers slipped inside my panties and dipped to my fur. She laughed and popped a finger into my soaking slit. She pulled it back out and fed the finger into her mouth, sucking.

"Mmmmmh! Good!"

Before I could make a move on her, she slid the other hand into her own pussy, lifted it back up and pressed it to my lips. I sucked her nectar from her, smiling around her finger.

Milla pulled at the elastic of my panties, and I lifted my hips so she could slide them off. She ran her fingers through my curled pussy fur, searching out my clit, circling it with her fingertip. Her rubbing became faster and firmer, driving me crazy. She pushed two slim fingers into my dripping slit and pressed her thumb onto my clit, finger fucking me. She brought me to the point of no return, and I felt my body stiffen as she frigged me, and I squealed my orgasm to the forest.

Milla cupped her hand over my mound, massaging me as I recovered.

She smiled at me and winked, "Good?" she asked.

"So good," I said.

I got to my knees beside her as she lay on the grass and pulled at her panties. She hooked her thumbs into the elastic and pushed them down her legs. I took them from her, placing them with her clothes, then turned my attention back to her lithe body. She lay with her legs splayed, and I gazed at her neat pussy.

She was shaved bare, and almost all that was visible between her puffed lips were the tips of her labia. I slid my hand down her belly and spread her tiny pussy with my fingers. Her thin labia framed the smallest pale pink vagina with a tiny hood at the top. I moistened a finger in her already soggy hole and circled her hidden clit. Milla moaned and thrust her hips against my hand as the little bud stiffened and swelled.

Her breathing became rapid as I slipped a finger into her wet tunnel and began to pump her pussy. As she bucked and groaned, I reached with my other hand and tweaked her nipple. "Ahhhhh!" she squeaked as her orgasm overtook her. The cute look of concentration on her face faded as she recovered her senses.

I kissed her. "You're so lovely," I said.

She smiled. "Thank you."

We kissed a little more, caressing each other's bodies until Milla said we should head back to the farm.

Walking hand in hand, we got a few smiles and winks from the other volunteers as we got close to the buildings. Billy smiled at us both and sniggered, "Get a room."

We attended to the goats again that evening, then ate with the other workers, chatting and joking.

Once we'd cleared the meal, I took Milla's hand and led her upstairs to my room. She was pleased that I had the room to myself and we settled on the small bed.

We undressed each other, lingering with caresses and touches until we were both naked side by side.

I'd always been the aggressive partner in my past relationships, so was surprised as Milla took the lead again. She climbed on top of me, kissing me hard, her tongue snaking into my mouth.

She looked at me. "Kiss," she said.

Her head lowered to my hard nipple, and she engulfed it with her mouth. "What is word?"

"Suck," I smiled.

"Suck," she repeated.

She laved her tongue over my breast and looked at me again. "Lick," I said. She repeated my word.

She grasped my nipple in her white teeth and pulled. I moaned, "Bite."

She pointed to the hard nub of my breast and cocked her head. "Nipple," I said.

She climbed off me and lay back. She pushed her small breasts up with her hands, looked me in the eye and said, "Lick, suck, bite my nipple."

I grinned at her. "I like this way to teach you English."

I dropped my mouth to her breasts and licked over them. "Lick."

Pulling her nipple into my mouth, I sucked almost the whole of her neat pointy tit. "Suck."

I grasped her nub in my teeth and bit, eliciting a moan from her. I pulled on her nipple then released it. "Bite."

She grinned, "Bite again."

I returned to her pretty tits and gave her the whole lesson again.

Milla was getting worked up, but pushed me off her and laid me back on the bed. She reached between my legs. "Pussy?" she asked.

"Yes, Pussy."

"Okay, Milla lick pussy," she said, then scooted down the bed and jammed her face into my crotch. "Ooohhhh!" I squealed.

She licked up between my nether lips then flicked my clit, returned to the bottom of my slit and repeated. She built a steady rhythm as I groaned at her ministrations.

"Ohh, yes, Milla," I squealed. "Suck my clit."

She looked up at me. I pointed to the pulsing nub at the top of my slit. "Clit."

She dived back to my pussy and latched onto my stiff nubbin. "Clit," she mumbled with her mouth full.

Seconds later, my back arched from the bed, and I muffled a scream as I writhed through the most powerful orgasm I'd had in a long time.

Ohhhhh! So good!" I groaned.

She grinned at me and spread herself on the bed beside me. "Lick, suck Milla pussy?" she asked.

I obliged her, drilling my tongue into her petite slit. She whimpered as I traced around her clit and back to her entrance. Milla grasped my head and pulled me hard into her centre, moaning. Her pussy was dripping, and after only a couple of minutes, she was wailing her own release. She dug her fingers into my shoulders as she climaxed, uttering a stream of Polish words that meant nothing to me. The meaning was all too clear, though. She'd enjoyed that.

We spooned together, Milla behind me, with her hand stroking from my breasts to my pussy fur. Her movements were gentle, designed to soothe, not arouse. I felt her breathing slow as her hand ceased its activity, and it was not much later that I, too fell asleep.

* * *

I had Milla's tiny pink nipple in my mouth when she awoke. "Dzien dobry, Jamaica!"

I grinned. "Good morning to you, Milla!"

"Jamaica suck nipple," she chuckled

"Well remembered. What's this?" I nipped her with my teeth.

"Owww!" She cried, "Jamaica bite nipple." She pouted at me, and I relented and licked it better.

"Goats?" I asked.

"Tak... Yes, goats."

We showered together, then dressed and started our chores.

We milked and fed the goats. I felt I made a better contribution this time as I could milk one goat on my own.

We went to the house for breakfast and chatted with some friends. As breakfast ended, Billy asked me if I would go on a firewood gathering trip. They needed strong hands for the job, and few wanted to do it. I agreed and looked around at Milla. She shook her head and talked to Billy in Polish. "She wants to finish clearing out the goat barn today. She says she'll see you tonight."

I smiled at Milla and gave her a quick kiss. "Tonight," I whispered.

She winked at me and set off towards the animals.

* * *

We set off for the forest soon after. One staff member with a chainsaw, and four volunteers aboard the farm's old tractor and trailer. We spent a hectic 4 hours in the forest and were hot and sweaty by the time we got back to the farm and tipped the load of wood.

I headed straight to my room, grabbed a towel and went to have a long shower. Once I was clean, I wrapped the towel around me and headed back to my room to change into clean clothes.

I was just dressing when I saw the piece of paper on my bed.

Milla Kowalska

0943-431-046

Call me.

I didn't understand. I was seeing her that evening, so I searched for her.

Billy was in the kitchen, preparing the evening meal when I entered.

"Billy, where's Milla?"

"She had to leave. She got a phone call from a relative. Her father has been taken ill, she got the first train south a few hours ago."

I just stared at him, stunned. "I just met her, I really like her," I said.

"Did you take her to bed?"

I nodded, "She's something special."

"Oh shit, you've got it bad haven't you?"

I nodded again. "She left me a phone number," I held up the piece of paper.

That's a Warsaw number, no point in ringing until she gets there tomorrow.

I sat slumped onto a kitchen chair. "Why does the universe keep shitting on me?" I asked.

"Tell you what," said Billy, "We'll go into town tonight and have a few beers, then tomorrow you can ring her and find out what's happening."

* * *

Billy and I staggered from the club after midnight, weaving our way down the street to look for a cab. Neither of us was feeling any pain.

"I'm going to ring Milla," I slurred.

"S'late, You'll piss her off."

"Yeah, but I love 'er."

I pulled out my phone and found the number in the contacts. I hit dial and heard the ringing tone.

An arm snaked around my neck. There was a knife in it. I tried to turn, but a huge hand gripped my arm.

"Billy?"

"Give him the phone Corrine. There's two of them with knives, they're built like brick shithouses."

The hand released my arm and took the phone from my grasp. A hand dipped into the back pocket of my jeans and lifted my wallet. Billy fell to the ground beside me just as a fist slammed into my kidneys. I toppled over, groaning. I heard running feet, car doors banging and tyres squealing, then silence.

"Fuck," said Billy, "Russian fucking thugs!"

I tried to stand, "You hurt?" I asked.

"A little bruised, they took my phone, my wallet and my watch."

"Yeah, they took the phone and my wallet too. Fuck."

"What?"

"Milla's number."

"It was on your phone?"

"Yeah, and the piece of paper with the number was in my wallet."

"Oh, Boy. I'll check the records at the farm. Maybe she filled in the registration form."

"Maybe?"

Yeah, we're a little lax on that. Fingers crossed."

We walked to the nearest police office and reported the crime. Billy said it was pointless, but it meant that they rang the farm to get someone to come and collect us at least.

* * *

I woke up the next morning with a splitting head and an ache in my back where I'd taken a punch.

I washed, and cleaned my teeth, then went down for breakfast. Billy looked rough too. He gave me a sad smile, "Sorry, Corrine, no registration form."

I frowned. The group of girls Milla had eaten with before were sitting at breakfast. "Does anyone speak English?" I asked.

"I do."

"Do any of you know Milla's phone number or address?"

The girl checked with her friends.

"No. We only met her here. None of us knows her. Katya says she was from Warsaw."

"Thanks, I know that much. She gave me her number, but I was robbed last night and lost it. They took my phone too."

"That's terrible luck. I think she liked you," she smiled. "Sorry, we can't help."

"Thanks anyway," I said.

Billy asked me to take care of the goats. It was strange to be milking and feeding without Milla there. It made me miss her more.

I cursed myself for not finding out more about her, but my lack of Polish and her poor English made it difficult. I vowed to myself that somehow, I would find her.

* * *

The shine had gone off of my holiday once Milla left. I continued working with the goats each morning and evening and chatted to the other volunteers over meals. The work was sometimes demanding, and I welcomed busy days that kept my mind off my loss.

Billy tried to keep me entertained, but I spent many evenings alone in my room.

There had to be a reason something led me to this beautiful girl. The universe couldn't hate me that much.

In the final few days of my stay, I taught another volunteer all about the feeding and milking of the goats so she could take over when I went home.

Billy drove me to the airport on my departure day. He gave me a hug and patted my back, "If it was meant to be, you'll find her," he said.

I smiled at him. "I'm going to do my damnedest."

I walked to the gate and got my flight home.

I got a taxi from Birmingham airport to my flat. Walking through the door was depressing. Susan's keys were on the mat. She'd posted them through the letterbox while I was away.

Susan had been back to our home during my absence. Minor things had gone this time. Ornaments, CD's, books and bedroom TV. It was weeks later that I noticed that a lot of my jewellery had gone too. She must have thought anything she had given to me as a gift, was now hers. I can't say I minded. All of it reminded me of her too much.

* * *

I returned to work on the following Tuesday. Crystal soon noticed that I was not myself and took me aside after we finished lunch service.

"What's wrong Corrine?"

"Just a bit down."

"I thought you'd met someone on Holiday?"

"Mmm-hmm."

"Did it not work out?"

"Not really."

"So, what happened?"

"I met this goddess. Her name is Milla. We had a night together, and she gave me her phone number."

"Go on."

"The next night, I went out with my friend and got very drunk. I tried to call Milla but didn't get her.

On the way home, a couple of thugs stopped me. They wanted my wallet and my phone. I couldn't put up a fight, I was wasted. I just gave them what they wanted."

"Oh Corrine, that's awful."

"What's awful is that her number was on my phone, and the piece of paper with it written on was in my wallet. I have no way to contact her. She must think I'm avoiding her."

"Did you get an address?"

"No. Just the name, Milla Kowalska, and that her dad's a butcher in Warsaw. Oh, Crystal, how am I ever going to find her?"

Crystal thought for a minute. "Can I tell Jimmy this?" she asked.

"Sure, why not?"

"You really care about her, don't you?"

"Yeah, we only had one night, but I could imagine spending the rest of my life with her."

"Jimmy has a friend, a private detective. He checked me out for Jimmy when I first appeared on the doorstep. He got excellent information and no bullshit, we'll ask him to help."

"Hell, Crystal, I won't be able to afford to hire a professional."

"No, but I will. You've been dealt a crappy hand, Corrine. Let me help you."

I looked uncertain.

"You want to find her, don't you?"

"Okay. But you have to let me pay you back as I can afford to."

"Deal. I'll ask Jimmy tonight about getting in touch with him."

* * *

Bobby Buchan turned up after lunch the following day. He was a tall, well-built man of around 50 years with a slight beer belly and a balding head. Crystal told me to use the lounge of their flat to get some privacy with him.

"Tell me all you can about your friend, Miss Allen," he began.

"Call me Corrine. Okay, she's called Milla Kowalska, she's 25 years old, but looks younger. She's about 5 foot 2 inches tall, platinum blonde hair, long enough to put in a ponytail. Very slim, but muscular. Piercing blue eyes. She told me she was from Warsaw and that her father is a butcher.

"It's not a lot to go on Corrine. Any other details?"

"No, not that I recall. Is there any chance Mr Buchan?"

"Please, call me Bobby. There's always a chance. Is she a friend?"

I paused, "A lover. I think I'm in love with her, and it scares me to think I may never see her again, Bobby."

"I'll do my best Corrine. There's no point in my going to Warsaw. I don't speak Polish and labour is cheap there. I'll link up with an agency in Poland and get them to do the leg work. I'll take your contact details and be in touch once I have any news. Don't get too disheartened if there's nothing for a while, these things can take months, I'm afraid."

Bobby noted my address and phone number. He was disappointed that I had lost any photos of Milla along with my phone. He shook my hand and left.

* * *

Four weeks later, Bobby rang me.

"Corrine? It's Bobby Buchan. I have some news, though not good, I'm afraid. My agents in Warsaw have now checked all butchers named Kowalski, that's the 'male' form of Milla's name, in Warsaw. They've also checked for butcher's employees with that name. Only 5 have a relative called Milla or Ludmila, which may be her full name, and none of those come close to fitting the age or description of your friend."

"Oh, Bobby! Is that it? Can you do anything else?"

"I have them widening the search area to include all the surrounding towns and villages. People often give the name of their nearest city when asked where they're from. We'll keep trying."

"Okay, thanks, Bobby. Keep me informed, and thank you!"

He rang off, and I sat trying to be positive, given the lack of progress.

* * *

I tried to keep busy at work and stop myself dwelling on things too much. I moved from my old flat into a smaller one. That place held too many memories of Susan, and I had to move on.

Crystal checked in on the progress of the search from time to time, but I had nothing to tell her.

It was another 5 months before I got news from Bobby again. He called me one evening.

"Hi Corrine, It's Bobby. We're still drawing a blank. We've trebled the number of people checked but still no-one with the right name, age and description. Can you think of anything more at all?"

"Sorry, Bobby, I gave you all I could remember at the start. She just got a call to say that her father was Ill and...."

"What did you say?"

"Her father was taken ill. That's why she had to go home."

"Okay. So if her father was ill he might have had to give up butchery, maybe he even died. We need to find butchers no longer trading, perhaps one who stopped working in the last 12 months. Thanks, Corrine. I'll get back to you."

He rushed off. That little extra bit of information might be enough to get a result.

* * *

It was two months later, in mid-March when I got the call I'd been waiting for.

"Corrine, It's Bobby. I think we have something for you. I'm e-mailing over a photo now.

We've found a girl by the name of Ludmila Kowalska. She fits the age and physical description you gave me, and her father ran a Butcher's shop in Warsaw until last July. It closed when he suffered a heart attack and died. The family seem to have moved to a tower block on the edge of the city. Did you get my e-mail yet?"

I'd opened my mail as he spoke and was now looking, open-mouthed, at a picture of my lovely Milla. "That's her Bobby. That's her!"

"Okay. So my agents have not contacted her, and won't do without your instruction. How do you wish to proceed?"

"I need to go to her Bobby. Send me the details, address, maps, anything relevant. I'll take it from here."

"I must warn you that Miss Kowalska cannot be guaranteed to want to see you. You need to be prepared for that If you're going to turn up on her doorstep."

"Thanks, Bobby, but I have to hope she will want to see me."

"Okay, Corrine. Just let me wish you good luck. The address and other details will be in an e-mail within the hour."

"Thank you, Bobby, for everything."

* * *

It had taken three frustrating weeks to organise. I stepped off my flight from Birmingham to Warsaw on a warm spring day. I had brought little more than an overnight bag and all the contact details to find my Milla. Crystal had realised how important this was to me and had talked Jimmy into giving me time off.

I left the terminal and found a cab. I handed the driver a piece of paper with the address they had given me typed on it. He looked at me and said something in Polish. I shook my head, "English," I said.

He smiled, no doubt thinking how much he would hike the fare, and told me, "Thirty minutes, other side of the city."

If he'd only realised, I would pay nearly anything to get to that address, he'd no doubt, have charged even more.

His estimate was good, though it seemed like hours before he slowed and parked at the roadside. He pointed to a tower block beside us, "Iss here," he gestured.

I was surprised how little it cost and gave him a good tip. He handed me a card, so he'd get my return fare and drove off grinning.

I stood looking at the dated concrete building. It didn't look like a place you chose to live, more like a last resort. I took a few deep breaths and headed to the entrance.

The lobby was dark and smelled of piss. I walked to the lifts, only to find yellow tape fastened across the doors. Great! I looked for the stairs.

Through a broken door, beyond the lifts, I found a stairwell. There seemed to be some vandal-proof lighting here, and I started climbing. The address was 412, and it seemed like that meant floor 4, flat 12. I continued climbing to the 4th floor.

I exited the stairwell to find myself on a balcony running the length of the block. All the doors appeared to open onto it. Two scruffy kids, about 10 years old, were kicking a football about. The ball rolled towards me, and I stopped it with my foot. They stared at me. I smiled and kicked the ball back to them and shouted "GOAL!"

One of the boys looked at me. "England?" he asked.

"Yes... Tak."

He smiled. "Manchester United."

I frowned at him. "Aston Villa," I said.

They both burst out laughing and ran off. I didn't think Villa were that bad.

I soon found the faded red door bearing the number 12. I knocked. The key turned, and the door swung open. There stood a skinny blonde boy of about 14. "Tak?"

I smiled at him to hide my nerves. "I want to speak to Milla." He cocked his head.

"Milla?" I asked. He nodded.

"Ludmila!" he called, turning back into the flat. "Ludmila!"

I heard a soft exchange of words. Footsteps. My heart was in my mouth. Then there she stood.

"Hello, Milla," I said.

"Jamaica! How.... what... oh it's good to see you."

"It's good to see you too, Milla." I could see tears in her eyes. I could feel them in mine too.

She looked frail and tired like she had not got enough sleep.

"How did you find me?"

"Private detective, it took so long. I've been looking since I lost you."

She looked apprehensive. "Come in, I have someone for you to meet," she said.

I followed her inside. "Have you been learning English?" I asked.

"Yes, lessons at night school. How am I doing?"

"Great."

She showed me into a living room. There on a couch sat an older, skinnier version of Milla. "This is my mother, Katrina," she said. She introduced me to her mother in Polish as 'Jamaica'.

"You'd better tell her my proper name," I laughed.

"Oh, Jamaica, I don't remember it. You only told me once, and I wanted to call you Jamaica, for a joke."

"My name is Corrine. Corrine Allen."

Milla introduced me again, explaining the confusion. Katrina smiled, then stood and shook my hand.

Milla turned to the boy who'd answered the door. "This is my brother, Tomas."

I shook his hand, and he smiled at me.

"Do they know about me, Milla?" I asked.

She translated my words, and her mother and brother fell about laughing. "I talked about little else for months," she said, blushing.

I grinned.

Milla looked serious. "Come with me." Her mother looked worried and said something. Milla met her gaze and nodded. "Tak."

She took my hand and led me into a bedroom. In the corner was a small cot. A tiny baby was sleeping in it.

I looked at her. "Your sister?" I asked.

Milla shook her head. "My daughter," she said, looking at the floor.

My heart sank. "Her father?" I questioned, "Your husband?"

She smiled, "Gone, forgotten."

"I don't understand."

"I was pregnant when I met you, Jamaica, I just didn't know it. I told you about my boyfriend?

We had sex one time. He didn't force me, but he was rough. I split up with him because of it.

I had sex one time, she is the result."

"She's beautiful, what's her name?"

"She's called Maja. My mother thinks I should not have told you. That you wouldn't want me once you found out. I told her I had to tell you. Will she scare you off, Jamaica?"

I smiled at Milla, "No! Come with me and tell your mother that I'm delighted."

Back in the living room, we sat with Milla's family, talking about Maja. She was just 3 weeks old. Milla told me about her own father. He'd had a heart attack, but she'd got home in time to see him before a second one killed him a few days later. I explained the mugging and loss of my phone and Milla's number. I told her about the months waiting for word of her and the trip to see her. She told me that the butchery business was in debt when her father died and, after paying everyone off, there had been no money for a house. They had taken this flat because it was all they could afford. Milla's mother worked as an office cleaner, but Milla had been sick for much of her pregnancy and unable to contribute.

I took it all in and decided it was time to ask the one thing I really needed to know.

I took a deep breath. "Milla, will you come and live with me in Birmingham?"

I held my breath as she grinned. "If it's possible. If you'll have Maja and me. Yes."

I rushed over to her and hugged her, kissing her forehead. Her brother smiled and muttered something that must have been Polish for 'get a room'.

Milla explained the exchange to her mother. She beamed and gave me a hug, too.

We discussed the practicalities of moving Milla to the UK but thought we could manage on a tourist visa for the time being.

I realised that I'd not eaten for several hours and asked Milla if they would all like to go out for dinner. Milla laughed. "My mother will be insulted if I even ask her. You are our guest, and we must feed you. You will learn about Polish custom in time."

Milla said something to her mother. Katrina clasped her hand to her mouth, said something to me, and rushed into the kitchen.

I looked at Milla. "She is embarrassed that she has not offered our guest a meal, she has gone to cook. I didn't tell her about your offer," she smiled, "It's better she's embarrassed than insulted!"

Katrina cooked a lovely meal which we all enjoyed. I offered to help clean up but was again told that guests would never ask to do that. I sat and talked to Milla while her mother and Tomas washed the dishes.

"I must find a hotel soon, Milla," I said. She stared at me. "If you think I'm letting you go after just finding you again, you are mistaken," she said.

I smiled, "Okay, I'll sleep on the couch."

"We talked about it, you will share the bed I share with mother. Mother will have Tomas' room, and Tomas will go to our grandmother's house. It's not far, and he can walk there."

"Is your mother okay with that?" I asked.

Milla laughed, "Mother accepted a long time ago that I 'swing both ways' as you say. If you'll have me, then I promise to only swing your way from now on."

I kissed Milla hard, my tongue slipping between her lips, our mouths crushed together. We both heard a plaintive crying from the bedroom. "Welcome to parenthood," she smiled, "Come, we'll feed Maja."

Milla picked the tiny bundle up and sat on the bed. She lifted her tee-shirt, exposing her swollen but still small breasts. She looked at me and winked. "At least my tits got bigger," she giggled.

Maja latched onto Milla's nipple and fed. Milla looked at me. "Are you sure about Maja? Life will never be the same for us. She will always come first."

"Milla, I wouldn't have it any other way, she's your daughter, you two come as a package."

"Come here and kiss me," she grinned.

I sat beside her on the bed and kissed her. Maja finished feeding, and Milla handed her to me.

"Put her on your shoulder, hold the back of her head, she needs winding."

I took the tiny bundle from my lover and clasped her. "Not so tight," Milla laughed, "She's fragile."

I loosened my grip and held her. I rubbed her back as Milla showed me and she soon brought up some wind.

Milla took her and laid her down in the cot. She lay, gurgling, for a few minutes, then drifted off to sleep.

"How long will she sleep?" I asked.

"2 or 3 hours if we're lucky," she said, "She'll be up at least once through the night, maybe 3 times."

"You know, I never wanted to be a mother, but I'm looking forward to helping you raise your child."

Milla looked at me, "Our child," she corrected. "Her father has no claim on her, he doesn't know she exists, I want it that way."

"What will I be to her?" I asked.

"You'll be her mummy, I'll be her mama." Milla made it so simple, she'd thought it all through.

We returned to the living room, and Katrina brought us some coffee. I sipped it. Woah! Hot, strong, black, and sweet. I smiled and swallowed. Milla giggled, "Is the coffee okay?"

"Yes, thank you," I said.

She winked and whispered "Polish coffee, you'll get used to it."

Tomas left for his grandmother's house, and I tried to protest again, but Milla put a finger to my lips to silence me. Her mother smiled at the two of us and winked at Milla.

Katrina headed off to bed and left us alone soon after. I gazed at Milla. "I can't believe I've found you at last," I said, "I wondered if we were meant to be."

"We were meant to be," she smiled, "If you hadn't come to find me, I'd have gone to England to find you. That's why I learnt English."

I kissed her. "Let's go to bed," I whispered.

"I can't do a lot," she lamented, "I'm still healing."

"Just hold me, Milla, tell me when you're ready for more when the time comes."

We went to the bedroom and stripped off our clothes, slipping into the bed she shared with her mother. Maja stirred and got restless. Milla fetched her and held her to a breast while I hugged Milla to me. I drifted off to sleep and hardly felt it as Milla returned Maja to her cot.

About 3am Maja wakened again. I slipped out of bed and lifted her, passing her to Milla. She smiled at me and patted the bed beside her. "Come and keep us company," she grinned.

I woke in the morning to find the bed empty. I put on panties and a tee-shirt and went through to the living room. Milla was sitting on the couch with the baby, feeding her again.

"Why did you sneak out with our daughter?" I said.

"You needed your sleep," she said.

"If she's our daughter," I said, "We care for her. We both do it. When we get home, we'll find a way for me to feed her sometimes, maybe give her a bottle."

Milla looked contrite, "You're really serious about her, aren't you?"

"Yes," I said, "I want you to be my partner, to spend the rest of your life with me. That includes raising our daughter."

Milla laid Maja on the couch, came to me, and hugged me tightly. "I Love you."

"I love you too, Milla."

Katrina coughed behind us. Milla smiled. "I'll explain," she said.

Milla talked to her mother for a minute or two, then they hugged. "Mother understands," she explained, "And she says she's seen enough American movies to know what 'I love you' means."

We laughed together.

* * *

It took a week to organise the paperwork for Milla and Maja to come to the UK. I'd phoned Crystal, with Milla's help, to let her know how it had all gone. She was delighted for us and couldn't wait to meet them.

We got a flight direct to Birmingham from Warsaw and were soon heading out of the terminal. A voice calling my name caught my attention.

"Corrine, Corrine! Over here." It was Mandy. I rushed over, dragging two suitcases with me. I set them down and hugged her.

"Thanks for coming to meet us." I turned, and Milla was standing with Maja in her arms and another suitcase at her side. "Mandy, this is Milla, and the little bundle of joy is Maja."

Mandy broke into a broad grin and hugged Milla from the side so as not to crush the baby.

"Welcome to England, Milla."

Milla smiled at the warm welcome. I explained that Mandy was a best friend and would take us home. Mandy interrupted and said she was under strict instructions to take us to The Guilded Lily first to meet everyone.

At the car, we loaded everything in. Mandy had even remembered a baby seat for Maja.

As we drove back to the city, Milla was wide-eyed at looking at her first glimpse of England.

We soon arrived at the restaurant, and Mandy took us upstairs to the flat. Lunch service was over, and Crystal, Jimmy, Shelly and Mandy's twins met us. Milla tried to take it all in, but I could see she was overwhelmed. Mandy whispered in Crystal's ear and then walked over to me.

"Let me take Maja for a bit," she said, "Take Milla up to my room for some peace for 10 minutes."

I led Milla upstairs. "Is it all too much, my love?"

She laid her head on my shoulder. "Your friends are so lovely," she said, "but yes, it's a lot to take in."

"Did you figure them all out? Jimmy is my boss, he owns the Guilded Lily, Crystal is his wife, Shelly is Crystal's sister, she's staying here too. Mandy is an old friend of Jimmy's and was widowed last year. She lives here with her twin girls, Becky and Roz."

Milla smiled. "It's a big family."

We returned to the party soon after and Milla talked for a while to everyone. She was delighted with Mandy's four-year-old twins and let them sit with her in the bedroom while she fed Maja.

Mandy was giving us her old travel cot for Maja and put it in the car with our luggage. Shortly after she took us back to my flat.

We unloaded our luggage and waved Mandy off. I carried Maja and took Milla by the hand as we went inside.

"Welcome to our home, my love," I said.

Milla hugged me with tears in her eyes. "I love you, Jamaica," she said.

We put the cot up in our bedroom and got Maja settled, then I ordered takeaway food to save cooking. We sat on the couch in the lounge and ate.

We'd just finished our meal when my phone rang. It was Crystal.

"Corrine," she sobbed, "Mandy's been in a car crash, on the way home. They've taken her to hospital, she's unconscious. It sounds horrible."