(Part One)
As she waited outside the restaurant Freya was doubly pleased.
The Sunday News had published the story about Carrington Chase School and it had snowballed day by day.
The school had haemorrhaged pupils since the story broke with an almost perpetual stream of angry parents picking up their charges.
The headmistress Ms Hardacre had been sacked by the school governors but the papers wouldn’t let go and fresh revelations about her surfaced in each subsequent addition.
Freya felt no pity for her though, justice had been served.
The main reason for her happiness however was that she was meeting Captain Hardman again.
It was a strange feeling for Freya, she actually had butterflies in her tummy.
She had never had that happen before even when she was a school girl.
Freya was well and truly smitten.
She wondered if the effect of not hearing from him for so long had intensified her feelings.
After all she had only met him twice, once briefly at the home of one of her patients and a second time at the Summer Ball.
But whatever the reason for it he had filled her thoughts every day since the Ball.
His regiment, the Downshire Light Infantry, had left Afghanistan after a particularly bloody tour which cost them, 11 dead and 8 wounded.
They had a brief period of R&R in Germany before returning to the UK and this period prompted a flurry of emails between the two of them and they had begun the process of getting to know each other.
It was a kind of Q & A back and forth so they could slowly build up a picture of each other.
Freya didn’t want to lie but she couldn’t tell the entire truth of course.
After all her behaviour during her latter teenage years and even more so since she split with her last boyfriend was morally reprehensible.
“Bloody nice though” she said to herself
Jon told her that the thought of seeing her again had kept him going at his lowest moments.
She was not some little princess or in any way an innocent, which may not have fitted with the girl he stood on the pedestal.
She had already decided that she would curb her appetites and give, whatever feelings, or the glimmer of feelings, she had for Jonathon Hardman every possible chance to mature.
She had decided that she wouldn’t lie but she would perhaps reinvent herself.
Jon, despite being a soldier was not as worldly wise when it came to women and he had a much less colourful sex life.
In fact he hadn’t been entirely truthful with her in that regard either, in fact he had rather exaggerated the number of his lovers.
He knew she was a nurse and didn’t expect Freya to be unblemished and wasn’t blind to the fact that she would have seen the ugly side of life and would not be an innocent.
Because Freya was nervous about seeing him again she was early, about half an hour early, which under the circumstances was a mistake because it gave her too much time to think.
She wanted it to be so perfect and all she could think of was all the things that might go wrong.
(Part Two)
The last time he had seen her was at the annual Summer Ball at the Abbottsford Regents Hotel.
When Freya was wearing a knee length emerald green dress that hugged her figure beautifully and her shoulder length Strawberry blonde hair danced around the nape of her neck.
And that was the image that was burned into his brain unfortunately she wouldn’t be wearing that outfit.
And that was his biggest fear, that he wouldn’t be able to recognise her.
He knew Freya was a small girl, no more than five feet tall, slim, small bust, but with a lovely shape and stunning legs.
But would he recognize her out of context.
However when Jon walked into the plaza there she was, Freya St David the pretty nurse with strawberry coloured hair, standing barely five feet tall, slender pale and every bit as beautiful as he remembered.
When, out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him and her skin instantly flushed pink and she looked like she had been freshly scrubbed.
She daren’t turn around to watch him approach so she took a deep breath and resolutely looked in the opposite direction.
“Hello Freya” Jon said
“Oh hi” she said acting surprised
Any fears or apprehensions they may have had at the beginning had long since disappeared by the end of evening.
Freya thought he was even more handsome than she remembered and she really liked him, really liked him.
And she believed that by the way he was looking at her he really liked her too.
But when they got to Freya’s house much to her disappointment he just kissed her check and thanked her for a lovely evening and left her standing there, horny.
But as she lay beneath her clean duvet satisfying herself in the darkness it was Jon she was thinking of.
Further dates followed and they always went the same way they would have an immensely enjoyable evening ending with a kiss on the doorstep of Freya’s house and her doing herself in the darkness.
She knew that he fancied her as much as she did him so she didn’t understand why he hadn’t slept with her yet.
Admittedly the quality and quantity of kissing had increased exponentially with each successive date.
But if she couldn’t get him into her house she had no chance of getting him into her bed.
Now a woman of Freya’s undoubted skills with men could easily jump his bones if she chose.
But she wanted him to seduce her, she wanted to be wooed and courted but most of all she wanted him.
Freya wanted their first time to be perfect, she just didn’t know how long she could wait for perfection to put in an appearance.
So she had to seduce him in such a way that he would think he was seducing her.
And she went about this by inviting Jon to her house for supper for their next date.
(Part Three)
After inviting Jon around for supper Freya was faced with two problems.
The first one was that if she was to succeed in her goal then subtlety would be the order of the day which was not a quality she possessed in any significant amount.
While the second was something rather more fundamental she couldn’t really cook in fact she couldn’t cook at all.
However the second problem was easily solved in the end.
One of the regulars on her rounds was a great cook and when she asked her for advice on what to serve she volunteered to cook it for her and then she would just need to warm it through on the night and her daughter even made the deserts.
Freya’s one and only contribution was to make the prawn cocktail starters and of course her other contribution was to look gorgeous and eminently beddable.
So came the night and Freya looked stunning and wearing a simple little black dress and quite frankly as edible as any other offering on the menu.
The meal was a great success and was consumed heartily along with a quantity of wine.
They ended up on the sofa and Freya was burning with desire, Jon meanwhile was trying to summon up the courage to kiss her and was looking anxious.
Freya just wanted to jump him right there on the sofa.
And she was just deciding that perfection wasn’t all it was cracked up to be when he leant over and kissed her.
The kissing on the sofa had progressed very satisfactorily and she was getting increasingly hot, and increasingly impatient.
Their lips parted and Jon looked deeply into her eyes and said
“I want you”
“Thank you God” Freya said in her head, but out loud she said
“I want you too”
And would have been happy to do him right where he sat and no one was more surprised than Freya when she said
“Let me go up first and get ready”
She didn’t have a clue where it had come from but judging by the look on his face it seemed to have been well received by Jon.
Freya smiled and kissed him gently on the lips and added
“Give me five minutes”
She got up from the sofa and went upstairs slowly and controlled, but inside her head she was singing and dancing and the moment she got into her bedroom she stripped naked in thirty seconds flat.
(Part Four)
The door closed behind him after he entered Freya’s room and he saw she was lying in bed with only her head and shoulders visible and was wearing as far as he could tell absolutely nothing.
What he couldn’t see beneath the duvet was that her fingers were preparing the ground for him as she watched him undress.
When he got down to his pants he turned his back to her and quickly slipped into bed.
This act of shyness endeared him to her even more and she rolled over to greet him.
“It was the thought of this moment that kept me going in Afghanistan” He said
“Really?” she replied “I hope you’re not disappointed”
“So far so good” he said and cuddled up closer to her.
“Well hon I’ve been waiting for this moment too” Freya said
And in response he kissed her lips softly and when she responded the kiss grew in intensity as their tongues entwined and the pent up want and need was released as their hands explored and caressed each other’s bodies beneath the duvet.
Freya had turned onto her side as he got into bed and had cuddled up to face Jon but while they were kissing he rolled her gently onto her back.
Freya would normally have taken control at that point and already have been aboard him but for their first time she relinquished control and emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval as his fingers probed her.
He kissed her small breasts and sucked her needle hard nipples and Freya was biting her lip.
Her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his rhythmic fingering.
His mouth left her breasts and he kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths once more he prepared to mount her.
In wanton eagerness she spread her legs wide and he positioned his self between her thighs, then he stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes as he slowly slid into her.
Freya sucked in air through her teeth at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and moaned coarsely.
It was a tender affair, longer in duration and more sensual than she had ever experienced before and Freya began to writhe beneath him as her body received him over and over and she became increasingly vociferous in response.
And Jon was not silent in his appreciation of her.
Freya squirmed beneath him as she reached that sweet moment of ecstasy until a deliciously sweet utterance as she climaxed and said breathlessly
“Oh Jon, I love you”
And in response he kissed her hot panting mouth and replied.
“I love you too”
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