His parents have retired to a Villa in the
Greek Islands and the six bedroom detached house was left jointly to him and
his brothers, Colin, two years younger, who lived and worked in Australia, and
Greg, two years older, who owned and ran a Hotel in the Pepperstock Hills
National Park, so Alex had the house to himself the vast majority of the time.
He was 5ft 11, slim build with curly brown
hair and by profession an illustrator, children’s books mainly, though not
exclusively and he had the summer house converted into a studio from where he
can work in peace, free of distractions, the latter was particularly important
as he was very easily distracted, especially by women and his distraction of
choice normally came in the form of well covered peasantry, on the ample side
of buxom, and he rarely strayed from his sensual menu, and he had no romantic
attachments.
That is until the day he had his first
encounter with Clarissa St Claire, the girl next door, who arrived at his front
door, in a state of inebriation after one too many birthday drinks.
At the time he didn’t welcome the intrusion
because she was not his normal fare and ticked none of his boxes, he liked a
mature cuddlesome peasant wench, and Clarissa St Claire was anything but, she
was only 18, if the number on the balloon was of any significance, absolutely
beautiful, elegant, slim and petite, with a perfect Carrington Chase educated
voice.
Carrington Chase being Downshire’s version
of Roedean, although those in Downshire thought it was the other way around,
and it was a voice that made Charlotte Green sound common.
However despite that, a sexual encounter
did take place between them in his lounge but it didn’t go as far as she wanted
it too, or as far as she planned for it to go, she wanted him to take her
virginity.
Which he declined to do that night, though
he agreed that he would when he thought she was ready, and many other sexual
interludes followed, until the day finally arrived.
On the day
of the planned deflowering of Clarissa St Claire, Alex Monroe rose early though
not in the “dawn horn” sense, he rose early because he had a troubled night’s
sleep, and the reason for that was he was worrying about the letting Clarissa
down.
Over the
six weeks since the drunken ginger nubile almost fell through the front door
and he began the sullying process, each one design to overcome her shyness, was
leading ultimately to her surrendering her virginity to him on that day.
But what
troubled him was the distinct possibility that he had over sold himself, and
the event she had been looking forward to so much, that she hoped would be a
special experience that she would remember for ever, but what if he had the
opposite effect and he left her with a horrible experience that she would want
to instantly forget, or turn her off sex for life.
So unable
to sleep he got up and ran the bath, the very same bath he shared intimately
with Clarissa only two days before, which he actually found quite therapeutic
and strangely calming.
When he had
finished in the bath he got out and dried himself off, had an extra close
shave, cleaned his teeth, applied product to his hair and applied a liberal
amount of aftershave and cologne, then he dressed and went downstairs.
After a
light breakfast he had made a pot of tea, he thought coffee might exacerbate
his stress, but in the end the tea didn’t help, and nor did her failure to
appear.
But given
that it was still only ten past seven it wasn’t as if she was exactly late,
that being said he still found himself skulking in in the hallway and
periodically peering out through the leaded glass window.
However, he
had to prowl the hallway for a full twenty minutes before he caught sight of a
Carrington Chase schoolgirl emerging from the shrubbery of the house next door
and walking across his paved driveway.
Clarissa
was wearing her full school uniform consisting of tailored claret blazer with
pale blue trim, pale blue pleated skirt, white blouse and a claret and blue
neck tie, pale blue knee length socks, and flat black shoes, her glorious
ginger hair was in a French plait topped off by a straw boater with the claret
and blue band, and she was carrying a sports bag.
He assumed
the bag contained her underwear, a change of clothes for that day and another
outfit to wear after her overnight stay, night clothes and her lotions and
potions, and not her PE kit, although he thought that might be quite nice.
But she was
not walking as confidently as she did when she purposely strode knickerless and
braless across his lawn two days earlier, her body language was totally
different, her shoulder were hunched and she was staring at the ground as she
walked.
For the
previous six weeks she had talked of little else but losing her virginity to
him, and she had been unable to contain her excitement when he named the date
for her deflowering, so he expected her to be excited like a bounding puppy
rather than looking like the condemned man heading for the gallows.
His eyes
followed the forlorn figure until she reached the porch and as soon as she was
out of sight, he stepped towards the door in readiness to open the door as soon
as the doorbell rang.
But it
didn’t ring, not for a full two minutes so he opened the door anyway and he
found her sitting on the wooden seat in the porch.
“Hello
gorgeous” he said brightly, and she lifted her head to look at him with sad
eyes and she looked on the verge of tears and he immediately knelt in front of
her
“Whatever
is the matter honey?” he asked and in response she put her arms around his neck
“Is it the
uniform? I’m so sorry, I should never have made you wear it, I didn’t mean to upset
you”
“It’s not
that, I like it, it makes me feel sexy” she said quietly
“You are
sexy darling” he said “uniform or no uniform”
“You make
me feel sexy” she admitted and squeezed his neck
“So what
wrong?” he asked “did your family see you dressed up?”
“No” she
replied and laughed and then she released her hold on him
“They all
got very drunk after Presentation Day so they’re all in bed still, probably
won’t surface until lunchtime, I didn’t drink as I wanted to keep a clear head
for today”
Her face
took on the sad expression again and she tried to reattach to his neck but he
took hold of her hands and kissed them and said
“Come in
the house and you can tell me what’s upsetting you”
“Ok” she
responded meekly, and he kissed her sad mouth
Alex stood
up and led her by the hand into the house, pausing only to pick up her gym bag
and to close the front door.
He put the
bag on the hall table, and she removed her boater and then he led her by the
hand and they sat down on the sofa, and still holding her hand he asked again
“Now tell
me what the matter is honey”
“I’m
scared” she said “about today”
“There’s no
need to be scared” he reassured her
“It doesn’t
need to happen today”
“But I want
it to happen” she said forcefully
“Ok but it
doesn’t have to be with me” Alex said
“Yes, it
does” she snapped “and today”
“So why are
you scared?” Alex asked
“I’ve had
too much time to think I suppose” She said “I couldn’t sleep, so I got up super
early, and I started to worry and now I’m scared”
“Of what?”
“That I
won’t be any good” she confessed, and Alex smiled
“It’s not
funny” she snapped angrily
“It is” he
explained, “because I’ve been up since 5am worrying that you’ll be
disappointed”
And they
both laughed, and Clarissa hugged him tightly.
As they
cuddled on the sofa Alex said
“There was
something else that kept me awake last night” he explained
“What was
that?”
“It’s
something that I have to say to you before we go any further” he said, and she looked
up at him with a look of alarm on her face
“Did I do
something wrong?” she asked with great anxiety
“I’m sorry,
tell me what I did, and I promise I won’t do it again”
Alex put
his finger up to her lips and said reassuringly.
“You
haven’t done anything wrong honey; I just have something to say about “Us”“
“Us?” she
asked
“I want
there to be an “us”” he said
“What do
you mean by “us”” she asked, and Alex took a deep breath
“I don’t
want what we are about to do, to be the end, not today or tomorrow, next week,
next month or after you’ve gone to University” he explained
“I want
this to be the beginning of “us”, I want to enjoy you and pleasure you forever”
“I like the
sound of you pleasuring me forever” she said and giggled
“but what
do you mean?”
“I don’t
mean an occasional sexual interlude; I want you all the time” he said
“Because I
love you Clarissa”
It was a
big moment for Alex, he’d never said the “L” word to a girl before, and he felt
very vulnerable in the seconds that followed
“Oh Alex, I
love you too” she replied and kissed him with such passion it left them both
breathless.
“So, time
to make love darling” he said
“Yes
please” she responded enthusiastically, and her face went crimson red.
So Alex
moved his hand up to her crimson cheek, which was burning with embarrassment
and he stroked it gently and pulled her face towards him and put his lips to
hers once, twice, and then a third time and their mouths gently sealed on each
other’s and their tongues engaged.
It only
lasted a few seconds and when their lips parted, she said
“Again” and their lips met again this time in
a longer deeper more sensual union and when Alex broke away Clarissa sighed
before she got up and confidently
climbed on his lap and straddled him where she put her arms around his neck and
kissed him full on the mouth in a hot liquid manor which served to stir both
their loins and as their tongues dueled the passion heightened.
While the
kiss continued he loosened her tie all the way and pulled it slowly from around
her neck, and discarded it on the floor then he began undoing the buttons of
her crisp white blouse, one by one by one, at that point their lips parted and
her face burrowed into his neck and he could feel her hot breath on his skin.
Alex looked
down as he slowly undid another button then another and then another until it
was opened all the way to the waist, and he tugged roughly on each side of the
blouse to free it from her waistband and Clarissa breathed in to aid him in his
task, and the breaths on his neck were getting stronger as he slid his hands
inside the blouse and onto her soft silky skin and they traversed her landscape
like it was a sensual survey before they found the fastener on her bra and
opened it and his eager hands made the short journey inside the white lace bra
and cupped her lovely breasts, and they were sublime, firm yet pliant, round
delights topped with pale pink teats, and the adornments stiffened to his touch,
and her breath was almost panting, interspersed with murmuring moans while he
toyed with her delightful confections.
This was of
course nothing he hadn’t done countless times before over the previous six
weeks, it was the anticipation of what it was leading to that was exciting her
so much.
Alex lured
her lips away from his neck and kissed her hot mouth again as his hands left
her lovely breasts and moved to the flesh above her knees and moved them slowly
along the inside of her thighs.
Clarissa
trembled beneath his touch and her legs opened up to facilitate their advance,
knowing he would soon reach his target inside her white lace panties, which
excited her exponentially, and the urgency of her kisses alerted him to the
fact he was close even if the feel of lace on his fingertips had not.
Alex’s left
hand proceeded all the way to her groin, and gently levered her thigh aside to
open her up wider so its partner could slip up the leg of her pristine white
panties where they combed through her
curly ginger bush, and he could feel her moans in his mouth, and then slid his fingers between her moist lips.
In response
she stopped kissing him and rested her forehead against his, and with her mouth
open she emitted a long low moan in his face as he fingered her.
Beneath his
digits her pussy was creamy wet to the touch and her cream was like liquid silk
on his fingertips and her growls intensified with every stroke until the moment
when her arms wrapped tightly around his neck and her knees gripped his hips as
the frigging between her thighs brought
her to the abyss and she came.
After the
briefest time her eager little mouth began busying itself chewing his earlobe
and wetly tonguing his ear, and her hand had unsubtly settled on the bulge in
his trousers, which he immediately made twitch, which in turn made her jump and
then giggle.
Suddenly
her mouth was now on his and her hand was stroking at the swelling in his lap
and the message was obvious to him that she was eager to proceed, so he put a
hand on each lapel of her jacket and rolled her into the empty seat beside him.
He looked
down at her and Clarissa was licking her lips but she became self-conscious
beneath his gaze and pulled the front of her jacket together to cover her
breasts.
However,
when Alex knelt in front of her she released her hold on the jacket and allowed
it to fall open again allowing his hands access to her bare silky skin and her
plump tits.
His lips
followed the path of his hands in quick succession, kissing her gorgeous globes and sucking her aroused
pink teats, but then he abandoned her breasts and straitened up and transferred
his attentions elsewhere and settled his paws on her knees.
Her skinny
legs trembled as his hands moved upward beneath her pleated skirt and along her
silky thighs, up to her hips and beneath her onto her perfect buttocks, before
his fingers reached into the waistband of her panties.
Alex then
pulled them easily her tidy little arse and down her slender thighs to her
shaking knees, where he grabbed the crotch of her white lace panties, which
were sodden with her cunny juice, and pulled them down to her feet and off,
discarding them behind him, followed by her shoes.
Alex looked
down at the girl he loved, as she lay before him biting her lip with eyes
closed, before he took hold of her left leg behind the knee and kissed it
gently and then he kissed every inch along the soft white flesh of her inner
thigh to her honey-drenched quim.
Alex had
his nose in amongst her hairy ginger bush and he could smell her sour scent, he
wasn’t planning to dally long at her furry cup, he just wanted to drink from
her fresh unsullied lips before he took her.
Whether it
was just a brief refreshment or not, Clarissa enjoyed every flick of his tongue
as he licked at her wet cunny and when he came up for air her eyes were still
closed and she was still biting her lip.
Alex stood
up and unbuckled his belt and quickly slipped both trousers and pants down his
thighs and released his engorged cock and at that moment her eyes were wide
open and transfixed on his swollen member, so he took hold of his shaft in his
right hand and tugged the skin back to expose the purple head, and as the
purple crown emerged from its pink cocoon Clarissa’s eyes widened in delight.
“So, come
on then,” he said
“Where are
we going?”
“Upstairs”
he replied “you know the rule”
“Naked in
your bed” she replied and then she was up on her feet and out the door.
He could
hear her running up the stairs while he stripped off so he was completely naked
as he followed her up the staircase.
Clarissa
was standing in the doorway when he caught up to her and she was wearing a
distinctly leery expression, which made his cock twitch.
Which she
failed to notice as she had entered his bedroom and she had come to a stop
beside the bed so he moved up behind her and put his hands on the shoulders of
her jacket and ran them down the sleeves and found her hands, she immediately
grasped onto the back of them and squeezed, and Clarissa turned her head to
look up at him and he kissed down into her open mouth and as he did her hands moved his paws up to her plump titties.
They
continued to kiss for a few moments whilst he groped at her soft young tits and
played with her pink nipples until he let go of her treasures, and grabbed the
lapels and pulled her jacket off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the
floor.
Next he
unhooked the fastener on the waistband and slowly pulled down the zip until the
pale blue pleated skirt fell almost effortlessly off her slender hips, at which
point they stopped kissing as first her blouse and then her bra were dropped to
the floor and he guided her lightly
forward so she stepped out of the pile of clothing and then he kicked them
aside.
Alex kissed
her neck and shoulders and said
“You can
lay on the bed now hon”
“What about
my socks?” she asked as she was still wearing the pale blue knee socks
“Leave the
socks on” he replied
“I thought
I had to be naked” she stated looking over her shoulder
“I’ll make
an exception for the sexy socks” Alex said and kissed her neck again
“You really
are a perv” she said
“I know,
that’s why you love me” he said and every inch of her naked flesh flushed pink
“So, get on
the bed sexy”
Which she
did without hesitation, and he smiled because she lay flat on her stomach so he
couldn’t see her beautiful body, because she had suddenly gone shy.
Alex threw
the duvet over her and she wriggled beneath it until the top of her head
appeared, followed by her eyes, and that was all she wanted him to see at that
moment, but he noticed her eyes were once more transfixed on his cock, so he
got into bed and was at once facing her silky young form.
He kissed
her and she gripped his cock and stroked it vigorously, so he rolled her onto
her back where she instantly spread herself, opening wide in readiness, so he
eased himself between her thighs and took hold of her right leg behind the knee
and slid his hand down the outside of her thigh and gripped her buttock gently
as his helmet probed her wetness and she moaned softly, eyes shut, biting her
lip again, then he pushed his shaft between her slippery lips and he briefly
felt the resistance of her hymen before her cherry popped and she was
deflowered.
Clarissa
had moaned softly as he breached her and momentarily winced as her hymen broke
but she moaned loudly as he penetrated deeply into her, withdrew and penetrated
her again and Clarissa wrapped her skinny legs around him, her hands playing up
and down his back, and with every thrust he gave her, as she emitted a low
rasping moan which built and built until she loudly came.
For her
debut Clarissa would have been happy if that was all there was, having no
benchmark to measure it against, but Alex had more to give, so he gave it in
rhythmic measured lengths and she squirmed and squealed beneath him until on
her third orgasmic exclamation he shot into her and she gripped tightly onto
him with arms and legs as he pulsed his ejaculation into her grateful cunny and
Clarissa was involuntarily letting out low whispered gasps with each pulsing
twitch of his cock, and the deflowering of Clarissa St Claire was complete.
As they lay
in each other’s arms beneath the duvet in the afterglow Clarissa sighed herself
to sleep and he soon followed, and they slept
for almost four hours, possibly because they both had sleepless nights
or maybe it was just contentment, but Alex woke first and reflected on what a
remarkable summer it had been since the drunken ginger nubile stumbled into his
house after celebrating her 18th birthday, and how that meeting had changed his
life and his future forever.
As Clarissa
stirred from her slumber, she kissed his chest and said
“I feel
wonderful, I chose well”
“I aim to
please” he responded and kissed the top of her head
“Yes,
you’re quite good, for a pervert” she added and laughed
“Do you
remember when I was scared and upset and you said
“It doesn’t
have to be with me”?” she asked “and I replied
“Yes, it
does”“
“Yes, I
remember, you were quite vehement”
“Well
that’s because for me it’s always been you” she said
“What do
you mean?” he asked
“Well when
I was ten years old, my parents had a garden party and you were there, and you
smiled at me, and I was smitten” Clarissa said
“I know
it’s silly, and that you didn’t even remember me, but I determined that one day
I would be yours”
“Well you
got me” he said “and furthermore you’re stuck with me”
He kissed
her forehead again and she sighed and then he added
“it’s not
true though that I don’t remember you, because I do, it was an anniversary
party”
“That’s
right” she said excitedly “What do you remember about me?”
“Well there
were a bunch of annoying ginger kids running around the garden, so I’m assuming
one of them was you” he said and laughed
“You’re a
pig” she said and slapped him playfully
“However,
had I known then that I was going to fall in love with you I would have made a
point of introducing myself”
They
cuddled up under the duvet for another ten minutes or so and then she said
coyly
“I seem to
remember some mention of us doing it more than once, is that not the case?”
“Oh, you
want more do you Oliver?”
“I really
do” She replied
“Then
prepare to be sullied anew” he said and pulled the duvet over her head.
