Cousins

My cousin Alice was back in town. She had been away at University for the past 5 years and was now coming back into general circulation. She wanted to visit old friends, and as her Mum and Dad had moved to be near her university in Birmingham, she was going to stay in a hotel in town. She had sent me a rambling text telling me all this and wondered if we could meet up for a meal.

Alice and I had been inseparable as we grew up, living just a few streets apart, we went to the same schools and played together evenings and weekends. She had been pretty much a tomboy, always in jeans or trousers, never dresses or skirts, and then she went to University in Birmingham, and I went to Leeds and we just kind of grew apart and that was that.

After Alice had left, I started having girlfriends, some serious, most not, one broke my heart, few others did and Alice moved further to the back of my mind, but always in my memories, even if towards the back of them. I would occasionally wonder what Alice would think of or about something, but never of someone. Alice had never been on my radar as a girlfriend; she was simply my cousin.

I agreed to meet Alice in the White Hart at seven, I ordered an Uber, I would no doubt be drinking and didn't want to leave my car in town if, or rather when, I got an uber back home. I showered and put a crisp white cotton shirt on, silk boxers for comfort as it was a warm day, and green Chinos. Brown loafers and I was done. Wallet, keys and phone in my manbag and I was ready.

I heard a car horn and opened my door, it was the uber. I locked the house and soon we were on our way into Bingley town, a journey of just a few minutes. I got the Uber to drop me off on the main road and I walked the last few paces to the pub. The river weir was as noisy as ever, drowning all the voices coming from the outdoor terrace. I could see people, and they were talking, but I could not make out their words, only the roar of the weir.

Two hands snaked around my head and covered my eyes. "Hello you," the unmistakable voice of Alice. Even after all these years I recognised her voice instantly, "glad to see you haven't changed, I recognised you straight away. "Let's sit by the water."

Her hands moved away, and I turned and looked into the eyes of Alice, my how she had changed. Gone was the tomboy of my youth and in front of me stood a beautiful woman, blond hair tied in a high pony, fulsome figure barely hidden by a simple red dress, heels, stockings, her couture was no longer denim jeans and trainers, and now topped with perfect cosmetics.

"Well, I can hardly say the same for you, the woman in you has appeared, but I would still recognise you anywhere. Hello Alice," I said and leant forwards and gave her a brief kiss before standing back for another look. She had certainly grown up.

"Oh, the woman was always there," she said, "let's sit at that table there, and we can talk and catch up."

"Perhaps she was, and perhaps I wasn't looking, gosh, a blind man would have seen more than me."

"No, those times were different, they were formative, they were fun, no complications, I love those memories."

"You know, I think you are right, we did have fun, didn't we?"

"Yes, now, what shall we eat?"

"The steak here is good, they had a wobble a few years ago, but now, it is really good, I think they changed their supplier, or perhaps the boss simply reigned things in, I don't know. I had an awful experience here once, and complained, but privately to the owner, not publicly. Anyway, next time I went it was all sorted."

"Were you bringing one of your lady friends?"

"I may have been."

"Have there been many?"

"Maybe, but then, too few to mention."

I went in and ordered and ordered a bottle of house red for us to drink and also asked for a jug of water to go with. Back outside I was again amazed at how good she looked. I mean, she wasn't exactly an ugly duckling, but my God, in our youth there had never been even a hint of femininity. To be fair, I wasn't exactly a lothario in my youth, and I doubt I would have noticed even if there had been.

As I sat down a server came out with the wine and two glasses and explained that the water would follow. I poured Alice a glass of wine, and then myself one, and I raised my glass.

"Cheers," I said.

"Good health," Alice replied as she clinked my glass. "So, current Girlfriend?"

"Sort of."

"What in the hell does that mean? 'Sort of'?" Her eyes piercing and her mouth firm, it was as if I had said just exactly the wrong thing.

"Well, I am seeing Rebecca, but it isn't really working out, so I am going to end it, I just haven't quite yet."

"Why, what is wrong, why isn't it working out?"

"Well, it is a bit personal to be honest."

"Oh, come on Simon, we grew up together, we have no secrets, no embarrassments, there is nothing too personal that we cannot share." Her mouth softened and her head tilted a little to one side, her ponytail waving gently.

"You are right. She is nice, well, more than nice, we have fun when we go out, we laugh at the same things, get annoyed at the same things."

"Oh, I got it when you said 'nice', that is an awful thing to be described as. No woman wants her boyfriend to be nice, oh no, nor does she want her boyfriend to think of her as nice, God that is a terrible word, it should be expunged."

"Well, there you are then, so I need to finish with her and let her go and find a better boyfriend."

"Oh no, you are not getting off that easy."

I was about to answer when the server delivered our starters. I had gone for pate and Alice had gone for calamari. I busied myself with slithers of toast as Alice skewered battered bits of squid onto her fork. The weir gurgled and splashed as the water, at a relatively low level due to the low rainfall recently, flowed over and onto the rockier outfall side on its way down stream.

We didn't talk as we ate, and the food was good, the pate was exceedingly smooth, almost like spreading velvet on my toast, and the toasted bread, a proper crusty white, not the populist sourdough so beloved by trendy establishments, the toasting at just the right level, not a hint of carbonisation, just a beautiful brown toasting.

"That was good," Alice said as she put her fork down, her plate empty. A flash of blue in my eye as a kingfisher flew down river briefly distracting me, and then the deep blue of Alice's eyes dragged back to the present. I smiled at her.

"Yes, I have had the calamari here and I found it good, and I have to say that the pate was divine."

"Now, finish explaining about poor nice Rebecca."

"Do you remember that song by Lily Allen, you know, the one about her boyfriend?"

"No, which one?"

"Unfair it was called, I think, about his inability in the bedroom."

"Oh yes, I do now, that was a while ago."

"Well, anyway, Rebecca is a bit like that in the bedroom, she sort of lies there and lets me get on with it, no interaction if you know what I mean."

"Well, no, not really, but okay, no sexual fireworks then?"

"No, not even a damp squib."

"And that is important, is it?"

"Heck yes, isn't that important to you?"

"Well, no, not really, I don't know."

"You don't know? How can you not know?"

And then the server came and cleared our plates and asked if we wanted another bottle of wine, without realising it we had gone through the first bottle, I answered yes and then turned back to Alice.

"Well?" I asked again.

She shrugged and smiled and finished her glass of wine, her finger absentmindedly running around the rim of her empty glass as she looked at me. As much as I thought I knew Alice, I was beginning to think that perhaps I didn't know her at all. Had we grown up together and not known each other? I was beginning to feel a little out of my depth, I was the wrong side of the weir.

The server returned with our steaks. Simply presented, seared and placed to one side of the plate, a small collection of thick golden chips to one side and a grilled half of tomato. None of those ridiculous collections of leaves that so often get thrown onto a plate. It looked utterly delightful. I cut a piece and put it into my mouth. The flavour was exactly what it should be and no toughness, excellent quality steak, perfectly cooked.

Another bottle of wine arrived and after the server had refilled our glasses, we were once more alone with each other and our food. We concentrated on eating our steaks, they were superb and delaying them would not do the chef any justice. As I ate the last piece of meat I looked across at Alice, she was just taking her last piece, we had finished simultaneously.

"Well," I said, "as good and as distracting as that steak was, you ignored my question."

"Oh, that was ages ago, we've moved on since then."

"Have we indeed. Okay, tell me about your boyfriend."

"Oh, that is easy, I don't have one," she replied smiling.

"Girlfriend?"

"Oh, don't be daft."

"Okay, the last boyfriend that you had, tell me about him."

"I haven't got one, I haven't had one."

"What? No boyfriend ever, all the way through Uni and you haven't had a boyfriend. I find that difficult to believe."

"Why, why is that so difficult?"

"Well, I mean, look, you are bloody gorgeous, I cannot believe that boys were not attracted to you, that they didn't ask you out."

"Oh, plenty asked, I just always said no, and no to the girls too. Eventually they stopped asking and I managed to get on with my studies."

I looked at her again, I could see no hint of a wink, nothing to suggest that she was teasing me. I could hardly believe what I was hearing.

"Okay, wow, just wow, so, you've never? You know, been with anyone?"

"No. Yes, I am a virgin if that is what you are asking, and so back to your earlier question, and that is why I did not have any knowledge or understanding of what you called 'interaction'."

"Oh, okay, sorry, I didn't mean to push you into uncomfortable territory."

She laughed and leant back in her chair, her wine glass at her lips, draining her glass. She put the glass on the table and then leaning forwards she took my hand.

"You don't embarrass me, you have never embarrassed me, for me this is not uncomfortable territory with you."

"Oh. Okay, well, if I may ask, why not? Any particular reason?"

"Just the right man was never there at the right moment, the man, if you like, of my dreams."

"Oh, so, it is not that you didn't want to, you just never met the right man."

She waved her empty wine glass at me, and I filled her glass, pouring the last of the wine into my glass. We had managed to get rid of two bottles of red wine between us, I was expecting to feel it more, but I couldn't really notice it, but it was a good job that the car had been left at home, I was at that dangerous stage, not fit to drive but feeling the opposite.

"Oh, I never said I hadn't met him."

"Okay, oh well," I didn't know what to say to that and decided that stopping the subject at that point was probably a good idea, I could never read women and if she was saying something to me subliminally, it was well lost in my failure to translate.

We decided against deserts, a starter and a main being enough for both of us. The question of coffee came up.

"My hotel is just up the road," Alice said, "walking distance, walk me back and have a coffee with me there."

"Okay, yes, that will be nice, be good to get away from the sound of water too, it makes me want the loo all the time."

"I know what you mean," she laughed.

We went into the pub and used the toilets and then walked back slowly up the main street to her hotel, the effects of the wine slowly becoming more pronounced. I don't know what I had expected, sitting somewhere downstairs and ordering coffee probably, but that, it turned out, wasn't what she meant. As we walked in, she went straight to the lifts and we went up to the second floor.

In the lift Alice rummaged through hr bag and pulled out a room card key and as we walked along the hotel corridor she stopped at room 203 and used her card to open the door, holding it open for me to enter.

"Loo is just there if you are still feeling the effects of the river," she said pointing to the door that led to the bathroom, "I'll put the kettle on. You can have coffee or hot chocolate; I drank all the tea earlier."

"Yes, I will use the loo," I answered, "and a coffee is fine, thank you."

I went into the bathroom and after I had finished and washed my hands I walked back into the main room. Alice was just finishing the coffee.

"We'll have to sit on the bed," she said, "here's your coffee. I am just going to nip to the loo."

I took the coffee and sat on the bed, legs outstretched, leaning back against the headboard with pillows behind me. Alice came back in and looked at me and laughed, "comfy?" She asked.

"Yes, and the coffee is good too."

She put her hands behind her back, and I heard the sound of a zip being undone. I looked quizzically at her.

"This dress was three hundred in a sale; I am not going to ruin it by creasing it on the bed. You can shut your eyes if you want," she said laughing. Her dress slipped off her shoulders and she stepped out of it and walked to the wardrobe and hung it up. My eyes were not on the dress; they were most definitely on Alice.

Her lingerie was a powder blue colour, bra and knickers in a sheer lace. Her stockings were hold ups, no suspender belt needed. When she turned around, I had to suppress a gulp, her breasts were virtually exposed, the bra cup was sheer and hardly covered them. They were not huge, probably a C cup, but beautifully round and firmly high on her chest. She was no longer the tom boy I played with.

She grabbed her coffee and came and sat next to me and pressed her side against me, not exactly snuggling, but certainly no distance maintained.

"So," she said, "Rebecca?"

"Yes."

"You are definitely going to finish with her?"

"Yes, I would have done it this evening, but I had a more important engagement."

"Only, I would never date someone who is spoken for."

"Oh?"

"No, I would suggest sending her a text to do it now, but that would be cruel, you need to do it face to face, it is only right."

"Er, okay, it is done, all but the words." My mind was struggling to assimilate her words, to take her unspoken meaning.

"But I have no problem with kissing someone, you know, in advance so to speak, prior to any formal situation evolving."

"Oh."

"So, what are you waiting for?" She asked turning her head to me.

Her face was next to mine, our lips barely apart, I leant forward, and contact was made. She sighed and her hand rested on my chest, mine on her bare stomach. My tongue traced the outline of her purse, tasting her, inhaling her aroma.

"I want to send a text," I mumbled into her lips.

"I dare say, but no, you must do it properly, face to face," she mumbled back and then her lips pressed harder against mine, her tongue hot and wet sliding into my mouth.

I got to my knees and straddled her, holding her face in my hands I kissed her gently, my lips on hers, and then on her cheeks, and then her nose and her forehead before returning to her mouth. My hand was just beneath her breast, I was unsure if I dare move up, in truth I was unsure of what was actually happening.

"Won't your shirt and trousers get creased?"

"I suppose they might, but I don't want to move away and lose this moment," I replied in between kisses.

"The moment will not be lost, I am going nowhere," she whispered softly. I unstraddled and got off the bed, looking intently at her face, trying to fix her features into my memory in case this was a moment that would be lost. I undid the buttons of my shirt and pulled it off, folding it and placing it over the back of the solitary chair in the room.

I undid my trousers and eased them off, doing the one footed dance as I removed my feet from each leg, adding my folded trousers to the back of the chair. I returned to the bed and once more straddled Alice and leant forwards to kiss her.

"Do you recall what I said by the river?" She asked.

"I recall everything, what did you say in particular?"

"About my not knowing about your bedroom issues with Rebecca."

"Yes, of course."

"Well, what are the implications of that?"

"That you are inexperienced in these matters."

"Utterly, I may prove to be a great disappointment."

"You have never disappointed me in my life, but I am unsure as to why what is happening is happening, I am afraid I may take the wrong steps."

"I also did not say I had not met the right man," she added, my brain trying to navigate its way through the double negatives.

"No, I mean, yes," I said my brain still struggling to come to terms with the situation.

"You have stopped kissing me," she pointed out, I remedied the situation.

My hand was once more resting on her abdomen, she gently put her hand around it and lifted my hand up so that I was cupping her breast. Oh, the electricity that flowed through my fingers as I gripped her nipple, which grew and hardened as I held it, her breast weighty in my hand, perhaps more than a C, I was no expert in these matters.

As I massaged her breast, her hand, now free from directing traffic, found itself in my lap and her fingers curled around my rapidly hardening dick. My dick twitched and I gasped with pleasure.

"Have I hurt you?" She asked between kisses, relaxing her hold.

"Good grief no, far from it," I answered, and she squeezed my dick again, and again I gasped with pleasure. I reached behind her back and found the clasp to her bra, a quick move of my fingers and it was undone, falling forward a little, still caught by the straps around her shoulders.

I eased each strap down onto her arms and then pulled it forwards, Alice lifting the hand holding my dick so that the bra could be released. I turned my eyes and looked at her breasts, they were magnificent, beautifully rounded, nipples front and central, hard bullets awaiting my attention.

I bent down and sucked her left nipple into my mouth, gently chewing it, more massaging it with my teeth and tongue than actually chewing. She put her hand inside my boxers, pushing down passed the waist band, her fingernails slightly sharp as she held my dick, squeezing it, her inexperience showing.

"Wow, I didn't know how it would feel, it is soft on the outside yet really hard inside, it is incredible."

"I am what they call intact, I still have my foreskin, it moves up and down." I wasn't sure how much to tell her, I mean, had she watched any porn, I didn't know, and I was not brave enough to ask.

She moved her hand up and down my dick, and then suddenly she pulled away, letting go and sitting away.

"I am sorry, I have gone too far," she said, "you have a girlfriend, I only meant to kiss you, I cannot, I should not do this if you already have someone."

I saw a tear forming at the side of her eye. I leant forward and kissed it away. I got up and took my phone from my trousers pocket.

I started typing a text message.

'I am sorry, this must come out of the blue, I wanted to see you to tell you face to face, but this, us, we are not working and I need to let you get on with your own life.'

I showed it to Alice and was about to press send, when her hand stopped me.

"No, you have to do it face to face."

"I want to, but I also want you."

"What are we to become, you and I, if we do this?"

"What are you going to do now you have finished Uni? Where do you plan on living? Back with your parents?"

"I would prefer to live up here, I would prefer to be seeing you, but if that is not going to happen, then I shall go back and live with Mum and Dad."

I looked at her, catching sight of myself in the mirror as I did, we were both just wearing knickers, both in blue, hers lace, mine silk. Her breasts were magnificent, her face looking expectant, and perhaps a little worried. I pulled her to me, crushing her in an embrace, my dick pressing against her mons, my hands dropping to her buttocks as I leant forwards and kissed her with as much passion as I could muster.

"How about you come and live with me?" I said nervously.

"But you don't know what I am like in the bedroom, you said that was important to you and I know nothing about that, I will be a terrible disappointment."

She pulled away and turned away slightly. I put my hands at my waist and pushed my boxers down and naked, I embraced her from behind, my dick pressing at the crease of her bottom through her knickers. My hands were around her waist, higher up, her breasts just resting on my forearms.

"We can learn together, I can sense that you are willing, I believe that you would be open to new things, my only concern is what your parents would say about it."

"Can we, can we really learn, can you teach me? I know the mechanics, mum explained it when my periods started, and then we saw a video in biology at school. I just never have because you were the only boy I ever wanted. I have loved you so much, and I was afraid if I let you see the girl in me that you would run away. Now I need to become a woman for you."

I turned her round to face me and kissed her. "Look down," I said, "that is me wanting you, I can wait if you really want to."

She looked down and saw my dick and then she looked up at my eyes and spoke softly, "Lord knows I don't want to wait."

She put her hands at her waist and pushed her knickers down and then backpedalled to the bed, at first sitting and then moving to the middle and laying down. "Teach me how not to wait," she said.

I got on the bed and lay next to her, holding her face in my hands I bent and kissed her, and as I kissed her my hand moved down and caressed her breast again and then moved on, fingers slipping thought the soft down of her hair and touching her crease. She shuddered as my finger brushed passed her clitoris and then I was in her valley, her lips flowing around my finger as I touched her.

"Oh, goodness, that feels good," she whispered.

"It is about to get better," I said softly as I moved down and kissed her breast, sucking her nipple into my mouth and then moving further, my tongue kissing passed her navel and then encountering her forest, I pressed at the dimple at the top of her crease and I heard her gulp as my tongue found her clitoris, pressing it, licking it, dabbing at it, my fingers tracing circles around her entrance.

She tensed; out of the corner of my eyes I could see her fingers clutching at the bedding as my fingers pressed passed her entrance to find her opening. I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, gently gripped it with my teeth, and then tugged as my fingers rocked in and out. Her hands moved from the bedding and found my back, her fingernails digging into my shoulder blades as her back lifted higher from the bed.

She suddenly gasped and thrust up higher and then squeaked a little and slumped down, her first orgasm I wondered, "oh goodness," she gabbled as I eased away, there was no hurry. I released her clitoris and stroked my tongue along her valley, moving my fingers so that I could pass her entrance and her fourchette and lick her perineum, I heard her gasp again and a slight shudder went through her.

I pulled back and hugged her to me, kissing her mouth, my own covered with her flavour.

"We can stop," I said, "we can wait, I can wait, until I have formalised things with Rebecca."

"I don't want to stop, but we should, have we gone too far to stop?" She asked quietly.

"I will never pressurise or force you, ever, you said that you wanted me a free man, clear of title if you will, I respect that, I can see Rebecca tomorrow and then come back a totally free man."

"Yes, I am feeling so conflicted. We should stop, do you mind if we do, really?"

I kissed her again and pulled her tight to me. "I will see you tomorrow night, I shall come back here and we can go for a meal again and then we can come back to your room, and we can move things along. You will be happier for that I suspect."

We kissed for a while and then I got dressed and called an Uber, my dick still hard, my mind reeling at the revelations from Alice, how she had wanted me all these years, yet never hinted or let me know, and how I felt now, how all I could think of was Alice, and how should would fill my future.

*

Things with Rebecca went smoothly, I met her during her lunch break at work. She just said, "oh, okay then, friends?" and I said that of course we would always be friends. She didn't ask why, she just accepted it, I wished her a good life, told her if she needed help, I would try and be there for her, and I kissed her goodbye and drove back home.

I texted Alice. 'I am a free man, there is no lien or covenant upon me, that may change this evening, meet you at six. Xxx'

'At six xxx' came her reply.

I looked at things differently. Yesterday had just been a meal with an old friend, tonight was a date with potentially a future partner. I was more nervous than yesterday. Yesterday I had simply looked forward to catching up and reminiscing, now the future beckoned, things were very different in my mind.

I shaved carefully, I scrubbed myself twice in the shower and rinsed away any hint or residue of soap. I towelled myself dry and stood in front of the mirror casting a critical eye. No abs to mention but on the other hand, no male paunch, no beer belly, chest was manly, no moobs, dick and balls a good size, I always compared well in the communal showers, but I was never the largest, I had learned to please my partners with fingers and mouth, with touch rather than size.

I liked what I saw, not that I could do much about it if I didn't, I was essentially comfortable in my own skin. What to wear, that was the question. I decided on the red silk boxers, a light red cotton Oxford shirt and maroon chinos and a pale blue jacket. My wallet had the essentials, cash, credit and debit cards, condoms, all that a man about the town would need.

The Uber dropped me off at Alice's hotel at a minute before six, as I went to reception, Alice appeared. I stepped forward and kissed her and then stepped back as she shut the door. I held her hand as we walked to the taxi that I had asked to wait, and then opened her door and held her elbow as she got in, a glimpse of white knickers as she sat, my dick lurched.

It was only a few minutes by taxi to the Brown Cow, very near to where we had dined last night, just over the river, and a totally different feel. Too cool to sit outside I suggested that we went indoors. The pub had an open and airy feel to it and we found a table over to one side, away for the traffic to the toilets or from the kitchens.

I held the back of Alice's chair as she sat and then went around and sat opposite. She picked up and looked through the menu.

"Oh my," she gasped, " sausages and mash, God, I haven't had that in years."

"Right, there we are, that's what we'll have and a bottle of wine, yeah?"

"Yeah, sounds good."

I went to the bar and ordered, a bottle of house white and two bangers and mash with a side of crusty bread. I reached across the table and took her hand.

"What have you done today?" I asked her, my eyes tracing the outlines of her lips as she spoke.

"Oh, a horrible day, until you sent me your text. I was on tenterhooks, worrying, you know, that she might throw herself at you and do something overly dramatic."

"She just said, 'oh, okay' I don't think she thought we were an us, if you see what I mean. No dramatics, no wailing."

"Did you give her a reason, say that there was someone else?"

I shook my head and squeezed her hand, "is there someone else, at the time there wasn't, was there? That is why we stopped last night."

She raised her hand and pursed her lips onto my fingers, running her tongue gently between two of my fingers, as if they were my mouth. "I think that there might well be someone else now, perhaps not this morning, when you saw Alice, but, well, later, you know."

"Sort of as in right now?"

"Exactly."

"Why did we miss out all those years when we were just friends, we could have been at this point long ago."

"No, then was not the right time, not for you, now is. You needed to go and get experience, you know, of women, so that you would know what to do with me, to guide me, to show me."

At that point the bottle of wine arrived with two glasses. This wasn't the type of place that poured one of us a drop of wine to taste, they knew people who expected that didn't buy the house wine. I cracked the wine and poured us two generous glasses of wine, Alice loosely holding my hand with her left hand, and the wine glass with her right.

"How will you know if we will work, you know, us?"

"I already know. I knew last night."

"Why didn't you stay then, make me a woman, your woman?"

"Because that is not what you wanted you wanted me free and unencumbered, and if I had stayed last night, oh Lord how I wanted to stay, then if I had, then you would have always had that niggle at the back of your mind, that you had taken another woman's man."

"I wanted you to stay, I so wanted you to stay, to have me, and when you didn't, I began to get doubts."

I let go of her hand, stood up and went around to her side of the table and I kissed her, my lips pressed hard against hers. "Don't ever have doubts" I said, and then went and sat down, just as our bangers and mash was arriving.

There was a tear leaking from the corner of her eye and a huge smile across her face, a tear of joy I hoped. It was only a single bottle of wine evening, the bangers and mash were superb, the bread moped up the gravy and eventually it was over, and we left the pub, crossing the river back to the main road, walking slowly arm in arm, Alice pressing against me as we walked back to her hotel.

At one point we went passed an entry between shops and I pulled her into it and kissed her, my right hand supporting her left breast, my left hand rucking her skirt, she pressing herself against me, squashing my dick against my pubis. After a few minutes, that felt like fleeting seconds, we broke apart and continued our perambulate along the main street to her hotel.

"I don't want to waste another moment," she said as she pressed the lift call button, "I want you now, tonight, now."

"They have CCTV in the lift; you'll give security a heart attack." I said pulling her into the lift, my lips on hers, my hand crushing her breast, her hand at my waist.

"My body is not for them to see," she said softly, "it is for your eyes only."

"We better leave the lights on in the room then."

As we got to her room her hand seemed to fumble the room card. I held her hand, steadying her. The door unlocked and we entered, the 'Do Not Disturb' hastily hung on the door before it was shut. She turned to me and kissed me, her hand undoing my trousers, pulling apart my fly.

I took her hand and moved us into the room proper, and kissed her again, my hands holding hers, and then I let go and undid the zip on her dress, pulling it over her shoulders and allowing it to fall between us. I stepped back; she was naked.

"Oh you saucy thing," I laughed, "you took your knickers off in the loo at the pub, all this time you have been walking fancy free."

"In the alley, I thought that you would, you know, discover. I was so excited, I thought that we would have our moment there, almost in public, that we could be discovered."

I stepped back and pushed my trousers and boxers down and pulled my shirt and jacket off as one, I too was naked. I embraced her, my dick pressing against her abdomen, her breasts crushing against my chest, her fingernails pressing into my shoulders. I edged us towards the bed and we lay on top, me at her side, my hand now brushing her hair as I kissed her mouth.

I kissed down her chin, I kissed her neck and then her left nipple before I kissed her right nipple. My tongue did laps around her navel and then it was taking a walk through her garden seeking the valley containing her wonderful well of pleasure. I broadened my tongue and pressed it down over her clitoris and then pressed it slowly down between the cliffs of her valley, her labia swirling around as I passed between them, Alice gasping as I moved.

I circled her entrance with my tongue, flicking my tongue across her fourchette, my fingernail behind grazing along her perineum.

"Oh Golly God," she gasped as my tongue pressed passed her entrance and into her opening, wiggling as her fanny walls tried to squeeze it. I receded and my tongue passed back up her valley, sliding over her urethra, before easing her clitoris from its hiding place. I gripped it with my teeth and pulled.

"Oh Goodness, now, how, how can it be," she gasped as I pulled hard, stretching it and then releasing it, allowing it to fall back to its hidey home, licking and sucking, feeling the spasms as the ran through her, her hands clutching at the bedding, squeezing, pulling. Her hands gripped my head and pushed my away.

"It is too much," she cried, "how can there be so much pleasure, it's not right."

She flopped back to the bed and I moved up and kissed her, my tongue pressing into her mouth, my hands holding her head. She kissed back, pressing against my lips, her hands on my shoulders, my dick pressing against her hip.

She pushed me away and broke our kiss, "how," she asked, "can something so basic be so pleasurable?"

"I guess it depends who you are with, not every couple generate the magic."

"I want you to teach me everything."

"I will, but not all in one session, I think that we will need many sessions."

She laughed, "you are cheeky, you just want to do it as often as possible in the guise of teaching me."

"Surely not, as if I would," I laughed as I moved down her body again, my mouth sucking her clitoris into my mouth, my fingers sliding down her valley and pressing at her entrance, dipping slowly inside passing through her opening. I wiggled my fingers inside her, feeling the unevenness of her fanny walls, my fingernails riding over her ridges and bumps to the accompaniment of her oohs and gasps.

Her clitoris twitched in my mouth, I didn't even know that was possible, but it did and as I gently nibbled at it her body began to arch, her fingers were clutching her hotel mattress, her heels for scrabbling for purchase and she tightened, her fanny spasmed and her bottom lifted clear of the bed, and as she clamped my fingers tight she sighed loudly and then gasped before slumping back down.

"Oh golly goodness, my word, oh." She managed, her hands pulling at my head. "I want you properly, make love to me, I want to feel you inside me, I want to know how it feels to be a woman."

I moved up her body, small kisses as I moved until my face was in front of hers. Balancing on one hand I reached down and slid my dick along her valley and pressed it at her entrance. I flexed my pelvis and slowly I entered her, her fanny widening, allowing my entrance into her inner sanctum, slowly I moved until I felt a kind of resistance.

I pulled back until I was almost completely out, her eyes were staring at mine and I thrust forwards as hard as I could, there was no resistance any longer and I was inside her, her mouth wide open, a small grimace of pain fleeted across her face and then she smiled and puckered her lips to kiss me.

I stayed pressed deep inside her for a moment as I kissed her, her first kiss as a woman, me her first lover, my dick deep inside her pulsating fanny, her fingers pressing hard into my back. "Yes my love," she whispered softly, "now fill me with your man juice."

I pulled back, pausing at her entrance and I drove in again, hard, deep, and as quickly I eased back, and then again I was in deep, my glans bruising against her depth as we shagged in her three star hotel room, her gasps as I bottomed out, the smack of my pubis on her mons creating a symphony of sex that she would never have experienced before.

Faster I shagged, harder I pushed, almost out but not quite, my foreskin rolling along my dick, my rim squeezing her insides, her fanny wet, perhaps from just her juices, perhaps with a drop or two of blood, wet and my dick sliding easily inside her even though her fanny walls squeezed hard on my dick, like the tightest wank I had ever had.

She was pushing back as I pushed in, her fingernails digging in, pushing me down, her legs wrapping around my buttocks, "Yes, yes, yes," she was gasping and my balls tightened, there was a pain deep at my root and I pushed in harder and deeper and I stopped moving and my balls emptied inside her, filling her fanny, flooding her womb, draining me, my strength fading as my orgasm erupted inside her.

She gasped loudly, she clamped hard around my dick and she lifted off the bed and then she laughed, and she cried, and then she sighed, and she pulled me tight to her.

"Thank you," she whispered in my ear, "thank you for having me."

"My pleasure, hopefully, your pleasure."

"God yes. How long until we can do that again?"

"Half an hour I would suggest."

"I can't wait that long," she laughed, "must I wait that long?"

"I will see what I can do." I was truly shattered, that had, for me, been a big one. She was, I think, my first virgin, I was utterly knackered, I needed a few moments, then we could go again.