(Part 01)
As part of his recuperation Mark Tams took an extended walk around his neighbourhood in Purplemere and after about forty minutes he headed towards home.
He had been in and out of hospital for the previous ten years following a bad car accident just after his 15th birthday.
As he got close to home he turned into farm cart lane which led past the back of St Agatha’s Church and that was when he met Annette Cook coming the other way.
She was the verger at St Agatha’s where her Uncle, Jim Huggett, was the vicar.
She had her strawberry red hair tied up and hidden beneath a broad floppy hat.
She was wearing a green summer dress and a pashmina around her shoulders.
Annette was looking at her sandals as they were shuffling and scuffing down the lane and she almost walked into him.
“Oh hello Mark” she said when she looked up
He liked Annette, he had got to know her during his years of recuperation, and she had been very kind in providing assistance to his family, respite care, parochial support and pastoral care.
They were similar ages, and got on very well, but despite that in many ways they were chalk and cheese.
Annette was a very confident young woman, in fact she was ultra-confident and self-assured.
While he was shy, socially awkward and riddled with self-doubt especially around the opposite sex.
For ten years his only contact with woman were nurses and doctors so he was completely inexperienced in their regard.
She was also pretty which made him even more conscious of his own inadequacies.
Although they had become good friends, Annette was the driving force in their friendship,
She was bold and bubbly and pushed him along which made him feel more confident, and she gave him the daring to do things he would never have done alone.
And he would have been perfectly happy living life on her coat tails because without her he would founder.
He had absolutely no idea how to move thing along however or even if she would want him to.
“Hi Annette” he responded
“So what have you been up to?” she enquired
“Just walking” he replied “What about you?”
“I’ve been to a BBQ at aunt Sian’s” she answered, “I left early because I caught the sun a bit”
She lifted the pashmina off her shoulder so he could see.
“Oooh” he said “is it sore?”
“A little”
“Have you put something on it?” he asked and Annette shook her head
“That’s going to burn if you don’t,” he told her
“Well come to the vicarage then and you can do it for me”
“Ok” he replied cheerfully “You have the wrong complexion for sitting in the sun”
“I know”
“You need to be careful with your lovely pale skin” he added and blushed when he realized he had said it out loud.
They went inside the house and she removed her floppy hat and said
“Make yourself at home I’ll just get the after sun”
(Part 02)
It was about ten minutes later when she returned and the pashmina had gone and she had untied her hair glorious red mane.
“Where would you like me?” she asked
“In my arms” he replied in his head, but out loud he said
“On a dining chair I think”
Mark stood behind as Annette sat on a chair and let the straps fall off her shoulders so he had access to all the affected area.
The sunburn was nowhere near as bad as it first looked but he didn’t tell her that because he wanted to touch her, he longed to touch her, he just hoped he could prevent his hands from shaking while he did it.
“This might hurt a little, but let me know if you want me to stop” he said
“Ok” she answered meekly.
Mark squirted some cream on her back and began to gently rub in the lotion.
“How does that feel?” he asked
“Oooh lovely” she replied
After a few minutes he realized that the front of her dress had gaped, as the straps slipped down her upper arms and he could see her perfect white breasts and their pink adornments.
He should have alerted her to what he could see but he couldn’t speak all he could do was stare down her dress as he rubbed in the lotion.
The only thought that briefly crossed his mind was that he was sure he had noticed a bra strap showing when they were out in the lane.
But the thought was quickly dispelled because as he massaged the cream into her skin on her upper chest Annette grabbed his wrists and thrust his hands inside her dress and his hand began to massage her perfect tits.
“Oh lovely” she uttered and threw back her head so she could look at him and said
“At last”
And Mark leant down and kissed her hot mouth.
After a few moment Annette suddenly leapt up and took hold of his hand and said
“Come to bed”
“No, what about the vicar?” he retorted still holding her hand
“Come to bed” She repeated as she pulled him to his feet “He won’t be back until late”
“But…” he began
“Shush I want you to take me to bed”
“Ok,” he said meekly
“Come on then,” she said forcefully “upstairs”
Annette led him by the hand all the way upstairs and into her bedroom.
She walked to the other side of the room and drew the curtains and then standing with her back to him she quickly divested herself of her dress and scrambled under the covers.
From where she then removed her pants and dropped them on the floor and then her eyes peered at him over the top of the duvet as he did the same and then as he slipped under the duvet she cuddled up close to him.
“I’ve never done this before” she said
“What in the vicarage you mean?”
“No, I’ve never done “this” before” she said quietly “I’ve never done “it””
(Part 03)
Annette suddenly looked quite childlike and unsure, the complete opposite of her normal demeanour, he assumed because she was so ultra-confident and self-assured that she was experienced, in all the ways that he was not.
“Nor have I” he said and laughed
“Really?” Annette said “I’m so glad”
“You don’t mind?” Mark asked
“No, it makes this extra special” she replied “and you won’t notice how rubbish I am”
“Nor me” he remarked
“I think it will be perfect” she whispered
“You’re perfect” he responded and kissed her lips softly.
As the kiss continued it grew in intensity and as their tongues entwined, and his hand, which had been on her hip, slid down and was fondling her ample buttock and he explored her curves for the first time and while his hand was occupied at her bum Annette hand went straight to his cock.
After a minute of two he rolled her gently onto her back and they stopped kissing and he looked down on her in the half light and admired the body he had dreamt of enjoying so many times.
Her breasts were beautiful and surmounted by the dark rose pink nipples, which seemed to invite him to suck on them, so he did, but gently.
Annette emitted a soft melodic murmur of approval so he sucked on it some more.
Reluctantly he left her erect swollen nipple, wet with his saliva and watched her serene face as his hand drifted across her belly to her luxuriant curly red bush and as he toyed with her curls she murmured softly and as his hand came to rest on her mound she held her breath in anticipation of its progress.
Mark continued watching her lying there with her eyes shut and her tongue periodically moistening her lips and after a few moments his finger parted her labia and it was instantly immersed in her hot creamy juice.
He looked down on her again and she was biting her lip and her murmurs had become soft moans of pleasure in response to his diligent fingering of her creamy quim.
She was beginning to become more vociferous in response to his attention.
He didn’t know it at the time, but she was on the brink of climax and she was frantic tugging on his cock and then his fingers brought her to a face contorting climax and her thighs closed on his hand.
Mark looked at her as her face was still contorted with ecstasy and then she opened her eyes, looked up at him and smiled.
He leant down and kissed her and as their tongues explored each other’s mouths he caressed her breast and he prepared to mount her.
As Mark carefully positioned himself between her thighs he stopped kissing her and was looking into her eyes as he clumsily entered her.
Annette sighed at the instance of penetration and then closed her eyes as she leant her head back into the pillow and sucked in air through her teeth as he continued caressing her beautiful breast.
It quickly became frenetic and breathless as the two of them were swept away in passions embrace which was ultimately all to brief.
As they lay entwined beneath her duvet in the afterglow they were feeling very pleased with themselves.
Although they didn’t know it at the time what they had just experience wouldn’t even make it to the best one hundred.
But for their first times they were very happy.
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