The Pepperstock
Hills National Park stretches from the bare, and often barren crags of Oxley
Ridge in the North to the dense wooded southern slopes on the fringe of the
Finchbottom Vale and from Quarry Hill, and the Pits in the West to Pepperstock
Bay in the East.
It is an area of
stark contrasts and attracts a variety of visitors who, thanks to its closeness
to the Finchbottom Expressway and the deepwater seaport of Pipershaven, have easy
access to the park.
Amidst the
magnificent mixed forestry to the south and east of the Pepperstock Hills
National Park sits the beautiful village of Pepperstock Green.
Throughout
Downshire and the Finchbottom Vale there is an abundance of quaint and picturesque
villages and hamlets, but Pepperstock Green is particularly picturesque, with evidence
of the thousand years since it was first settled.
Notably its 12th
century Church, two Tudor Inn’s, a Victorian Schoolhouse and Cottages representing
ever era, spread almost haphazardly around the green that gives the village its
name, amidst the craggy woodland.
At the center of
the large rambling village, both geographically and spiritually, is St Agatha’s
Church where Reverend Samuel Virtue has been Vicar for 20 years, in which he
administered to the spiritual needs of village and its environs.
Fifty-year-old
Samuel lives in the vicarage behind the church with his wife Chloe and 18-year-old
daughter Verity who was destined to be significant in the life of Stephen Farnsworth in
his sixth year in the village.
He was only 20
when he inherited The Starlings, a cottage on the west side of the village,
from his maiden great aunt Edith.
He was halfway
through his second year at university when she died so for the first two years,
he was only a part time resident while he divided his time between his studies
and modernizing the décor of the cottage.
Being an only
child of wealthy parents, from Tipton, in the North of the county, who
travelled a lot and were seldom at the family home.
Having inherited a
nice country cottage, which suited him very well, he found himself in the enviable
position of being financially independent after securing his degree in order to
attain a master’s degree in addition.
There was an old
ramshackle garage at the end of the garden which had not been used as such
since God was a boy as far as he could see, in fact he was a little bemused as
to why it was there because there was another garage adjacent to the cottage,
however its lack of usefulness as a garage presented him with the perfect place
for a studio.
He had no family
ties except for his globetrotting parents and no binding romantic attachments at
the time, so in his fourth year in Pepperstock Green, with two degrees under
his belt and the studio fully functional he decided it was time for him to
fully engage in village life.
His first steps
into rural society where the most logical ones for him, because he was a
committed Christian, and so they took him to St Agatha's Church, because of his
faith and his passion.
It might be a good
time to mention what that passion was, namely music, and the purpose of the
studio in his garden was to facilitate his work as a composer of amongst other
things, Choral Music, which meshed perfectly with St Agatha's because they had
one of the best Choirs in Downshire.
He had slipped
quietly into the back of the church many times since he first moved in but
always slipped out again before the service ended as he wasn’t ready to meet
people at that time
But this time he
stayed till the end and met some of the congregation, some of whom he
recognized from around the village, and over the week he became known to
more and more of them, but it wasn’t until November when he joined the choir.
And for two years
that was his life, Church, Choir, Studio and the occasional trip to Abbottsford
or to the family home in Tipton if his parents were back in the country.
It was during practice
for the first Sunday of Advent when he first became aware of Verity Virtue when
she appeared at choir practice one evening to play the organ when she was 16, in
the absence of Adele King who had been taken ill earlier in the week.
Although she was
clearly uncomfortable performing with an audience, she was a natural performer.
She was not entirely
unknown to him, he’d seen the skinny little redhead at church and she would
occasionally fill in if they were short of choristers and he remembered her as
a skinny unremarkable looking schoolgirl always seemingly in a hurry to get to
wherever her destination was, dressed in her Barnabus Boarding School uniform, Burgundy
blazer with green piping, white blouse, burgundy tie, plaid skirt, and green
socks or tights depending on the time of year.
But he’d never
spoken to her or even made eye contact with her as she always had her head
down.
But when he realized
she was actually talented musically she became more interesting to him.
Over the following
year or so he saw more of her as Adele King’s illness turned out to be more
long term than was first expected and she came out of herself and grew in
confidence, she even helped him in the studio from time to time.
He was a composer,
and he drew on his idol who was John Barry, and as he was working on a TV series
and because, apart from keyboards she also played Clarinet, Oboe and Guitar she
was very useful to him.
Consequently, they
grew closer over their shared interests.
But it didn’t
manifest into a relationship, not because she wasn’t attractive, but because she
was only 17 and he was 8 years older and on top of that she was the vicar’s
daughter.
On top of which he
was no monk and had occasional visitors to the cottage for amorous
assignations, mainly renewing coupling with former university lovers, so he
kept his relationship with Verity firmly in the friend and collaborator zone.
Then on New Years
Eve 2024 they kissed albeit on the spur of the moment initially, but it
lingered, considerably so, and it affected them both, in particularly him.
She slept that
night very soundly and dreamed about that kiss over and over again.
On the contrary he
did not sleep well at all, his head was full of contradictions and confusions,
and he kept repeating her name, Verity Virtue, and the meanings.
Verity, an
enduring or necessary ethical or religious or aesthetic truth
And Virtue, the
quality of doing what is right and avoiding what is wrong, a particular moral
excellence, morality with respect to sexual relations and any admirable quality or attribute
But he couldn’t get
the latter out of his head, any admirable quality or attribute.
In the cold light
of the New Year’s Day, he decided to put some distance between them for a
couple of weeks and to a sojourn to Tipton so her infatuation would cool.
As it happened,
for various reasons he was gone for six weeks, and it seemed to have the
desired effect.
However, his plan unraveled
on a chilly Morning at the end of February when Verity knocked on the front
door of Starlings cottage and in spite of himself, he was not displeased to see
her.
“Hello” he said cheerfully,
but she was obviously not happy to be there.
“Mum asked me to
drop this music off so you can catch up with the Easter program now you’re back
from chasing posh girls in Tipton” she said curtly which he sidestepped
“How come you’re
wearing school uniform? I thought you were at college” he asked, and she thawed
out a little
“I am, but at
Barnabus’ we have to wear this abomination for the Friday assembly every week regardless
of what year you are in” she replied
“It’s very
fetching” he said and smiled
“Of course, you
would find it attractive” she retorted but she smiled as well “Perverts do,
anyway I have to go now”
“If you like you
could pop round later and help me, get up to speed” he suggested as he held up
the music sheets
“No thanks I wouldn’t
want to cramp your style” she said coldly and left.
Over the coming
weeks Verity slowly thawed and by the end of May their relationship had
returned to their pre, New Years Eve kiss level.
So, he was pleased
to be back at the uncomplicate by sexual attraction stage while still being
able to enjoy the company of an attractive, funny and his musical equal, and it
would probably have continued like that had it not been for the Vicars wife, Verity’s
mother.
It happened at the
end of June on the night of the Barnabus Boarding School Centenary Ball.
Stephen had just returned
to the house from his studio and was sat on his sofa and was just contemplating
what takeaway to order when she stepped through the French door wearing a distinctive
white party dress.
“Don’t you dare
laugh” she barked
“I wasn’t going to
laugh” he lied “You look lovely”
“I look like
bloody Tinkerbelle” she retorted and kicked off her shoes
“You won’t look
out of place at the party” he assured her
“I’m not going, especially
looking like this” she replied and started pacing up and down
“I didn’t want to
go in the first place, I’ve only got two good friends at School and they’re not
going, Gina has appendicitis, and Kayleigh is on Holiday, but my mum insisted and
put me in an Uber”
“So how did you
get here?” he asked
“I told him to
drop me off before we got there” she replied “Then I needed somewhere to hide
so I came here, sorry”
“Theres nothing to
be sorry for” he said “And I’m happy for you to hide out here”
“Thank you” she
said as her pacing continued at a pace
“Why don’t you sit
down” he said “Before you wear out my carpet”
She tutted loudly
then sat down heavily on his knee and huffed, that wasn’t quite what he had in
mind, but at least she’d stopped pacing.
“I’m so cross with
myself,” she said and started tapping her foot agitatedly
“Just calm down”
he said and put his hands on her narrow hips and pulled her back towards him, so
her head was on his shoulder, and he was looking down on her.
“Just relax” he said,
and she seemed to calm down, but the opposite was true for him.
Verity’s usual
shock of red hair was tied up exposing the white flesh of her neck and
shoulders, of which there was a lot due to the cut of the dress and the creamy
whiteness of her skin looked delicious.
As he stared at
the flesh, he was beginning to get aroused and his breath deepened and his breath
on her skin was affecting her breathing in turn and then he began to kiss her
gently on the neck and she gasped.
Stephen’s soft
kisses travelled slowly from the nape of Verity’s neck along her collar bone to
her shoulder and her breathing became more erratic and adjusted her position on
his lap as her hands gripped the leather upholstery and he began to unzip the
back of her dress.
Having met no
resistance, he began pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders and
without speaking she accommodated him by slipping her skinny arms out one at a
time while holding the bodice close to her breasts.
The moment both
arms were free Stephens hands made immediate ingress inside her dress and
cupped one breast and teased the stiffened nipple on the other, the first
caused her to murmur and the second made her wince.
While he caressed
her delicious pert young breasts she moaned quietly and released the bodice and
regained her grip on the sofa.
When his right
hand moved slowly across her soft belly, she held her breath and when his
fingers reached the waist band of her panties he asked
“Am I the first?”
“Yes” she
responded as she exhaled, and his fingers progressed into her knickers and
brushed through the abundance of coarse hair until he emersed his forefinger in
the warm velvet between her labia.
When he’d made her
cum, she leapt up, wriggled out of her panties, and scrambled on top of him to
straddle his lap and immediately wrapped her skinny arms around his neck and
pressed her mouth on his, energetically exploring his mouth with her tongue.
Stephens hands
settled on her plump little buttocks until he reacquainted himself with her
unsullied pussy.
This time he
probed at her tender loin in search of her G-spot, the erogenous area
of her vagina, that with his expert stimulation would blow her mind, and when
he found it she went rigid as he evoked strong sexual arousal and brought
her to a powerful orgasm, and then she collapsed limply in his arms
panting like a racehorse at the end of the race.
After ten minutes
her breathing had shallowed, and her body had relaxed, and the room was silent
apart from contented sighs and the occasional whispering farts from her tight
little fanny.
At that point
Stephen decided she was sufficiently recovered for part three, so he rolled her
sideways off him, depositing her on her back on the seat beside them which took
her by surprise and made her scream.
By the time
Verity, and the interesting parts of her, had finished bouncing, he was
kneeling on the floor in front of her.
“Are you going to Make Love to me now?” she
asked
“No,
not yet, there's something else I need to do first” he replied
Her
legs had been left spread wide after the impact, so he put a hand on each knee to
make sure they remained like that and then he began kissing down the inside of her
virgin white thigh and Verity tensed in anticipation of what was coming and when
his lips met hers and he tasted her Tang she moaned loudly.
She
began to writhe uncontrollably as his mouth and tongue worked at her juicy
flesh.
After
taking her to orgasm with his tongue he left her moaning
and sighing on the sofa and got up to go and get ready, returning about 5
minutes later wearing his dressing gown and stood looking down at the dishevelled
orgasm wracked frame seductively draped on the sofa and said
“Now
it's time”
She
opened her eyes and looked at him and he added
“Do
you want it here or do you want me to take you to bed?”
“Take
me here” she begged “Take my virginity on the sofa wearing this hideous dress”
“OK” he
agreed and undid the belt on his dressing gown, exposing his erection and her
eyes focused right on it and she adjusted her position on the cushions.
He
let the dressing gown fall to the floor and Verity’s right hand started rubbing her clit and when
he pulled his foreskin back to reveal his helmet her eyes widened and the rubbing
intensified, so he knelt down before her pulled her buttocks to the edge of the
sofa and penetrated her tight little hole and he instantly felt the intense
warmth you get from a hymen breaking.
As he
made love to her and the rhythm grew in intensity, she was very vociferous and
was not the quiet self-conscious teenager she had been before he seduced her,
and she was relishing every moment right up to the moment her back arched in
the crescendo of a toe-curling orgasm.
After
withdrawing from her he looked down at the sweating and panting figure who lay
exhausted before him, so he covered her with his dressing gown and went to get
dressed.
He
left her sleeping on the sofa while he redressed and ordered his takeaway but
when he returned to the lounge, he found she had redressed herself, except for
her knickers which she held in her hand.
“So
you’ve had your way with me, and now you’re ordering yourself pizza, I’m
obviously just a one-night stand”
She
said crossly
“I
suppose you just want me to bugger off home, so you get back to one of your
Posh Tipton girls”
“Firstly,
I’ve ordered pizza for both of us” he said and snatched the knickers from her
hand
“And
you won’t be needing these for a while, because once you’ve got your strength
back, I’m taking you to bed”
“But…”
she began
“And
this is not a one-night stand for me, this is the first of many” he said
“Really?”
she asked red faced
“Really”
he replied and kissed her
“Sorry”
she said, and he kissed her again
As
they ate their pizza she quietly asked
“Not
that I’m complaining, but are we just fuck buddies?”
“Well
I see us as friends and lovers who are looking forward to divesting you of
various outfits and ravishing you on a regular basis” he said
“As
your boyfriend”
“Really?”
she said and grinned then ate her last slice of pizza
“What
kind of outfits?” she asked
“Well
obviously your Barnabus School Uniform, your Hockey Kit, Brownie’s Uniform, Surplice
and even your Tinkerbelle dress again” he said “That will be enough to be
getting on with I think”
“I’m
not sure about Tinkerbelle, and I don’t see what’s sexy about a surplice”
“Well
it depends on what you’re wearing underneath it” he said
“You’ve
really thought about this” she said “You’re a bit of a perve”
“Are
you complaining?”
“Not
a bit” she said “As long as you’re my perve”
“Good
answer” Stephen said “Now put your pizza down and get your sexy arse upstairs”
