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 schoolgirl.
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.
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.
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 second’s
flat.
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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