Over the short period of time that I had been with Marie I was aware of my feelings for her getting stronger. No longer was our affair a purely physical arrangement. There was a much better emotional aspect creeping in. At least on my part there was and I found myself hoping it was on her part as well.
It was a developement that I had not planned on happening. Her youthful exhuberance and love of life was thrilling once you got past the teenage shyness. By contrast, to her I must have seemed old and staid. Often I wondered how Jenny had picked her out. It wasn't as though she had "L" for lesbian stamped on her forehead. But the woman had, and she had selected me as well. Was it some kind of in built instinct that told her of a woman's availability.
I tried doing it for myself. Looking at females I had just met and attempting to assess whether they were inclined that way or not. Of course I had no idea if I was right but it was fun doing it.
Mothers of children at school I met were often the subject of my day dreaming especially if they exuded the right kind of sexiness that I found turned me on. What drab lives some of them must lead I often thought to myself. Their husbands sexual plaything and probably not an orgasm in sight. Thank God, because of my new found life, I had more to look forward to than that.
Each time I was with my lovely young Marie this feeling of emotional involvement with her got stronger. I found myself wanting to see her far more often and for longer periods of time.
To be in bed naked with this charming young girl was everything that I could wish for. The sex was out of this world - wilder and more fulfilling than I had ever known before.
Marie was everything I could have wanted in a partner. Bubbly, thoughtful and above all, once we got over the initial shyness, very very passionate. The difference in our ages didn't seem to mean a lot to us although I did love her ability to turn a normal moment into a sexual encounter. It was quite surprising to be talking to her one moment and the next to be locked in a passionate embrace.
She was as fascinated with my body as I was with hers. Stroking my much larger breasts and toying with the large prominent tips brought about many bouts of love making. Not that I was about to object. She was so refreshing and straight forward to be with.
"Hold me! Hold me" she would moan tightly her face pressed into the soft mound of my right breast. Its nipple a rock hard button of flesh plastered against her cheek.
"If you stop now I'll die" she gasped.
My hand and arm flexed again and again. Slippery flesh slid across my fingers and I felt Marie shake and tremble.
"I'm coming" she gurgled almost incoherently.
Any climax this young girl had was like a mini earthquake. It rumbled slowly, seeming to come up from her feet into the wide open expanse of her twitching pelvis. Eyes squeezed shut and mouth gaping she panted and thrust her way to a finish that was so satisfying. I could never tire of watching her in the throes of passion, knowing that shortly she would drive me into the same state.
I was right about her being a virgin. No male had ever sullied her gorgeous sex. It was a thing that she did not want to happen. However she was happy to give it to me with no holds barred.
I found right from that first evening that she tasted so sweet. Her nectar was like honey, dripping and oozing onto my tongue and lips. Whilst I worshipped at the fountain she would play with her tiny breasts and nipples.
Then, red faced, she would orgasm violently until I thought she was about to pass out. She might be small but by God she does thrash about when she goes off.
I thought she would be shy and reluctant to get involved with me but I could not have been more wrong. Right from the first she was up for it in no uncertain way. Getting me off seems to be one of her favourite past times.
"You'll have to give me a chance to recover first" I would cry as she went for the big one again. "Remember I'm an old lady compared to you".
This would ensure her dissolving into fits of laughter but I am pleased to say did not deter her ministrations one little bit. She would lay with her head cradled between my bare boobs and masturbate me again and again.
The subject of Jenny did not really come up after that first evening. Marie and I both recognised that we were with the one we wanted. That is except for one time she did ask what Jenny was like in bed. I gave her a truthful answer that the blonde was a firecracker but that I thought she was a control freak.
"That's why I wanted to be with you and not her" Marie said simply.
I could not find it in myself to hate Jenny though. If it had not been for her I would most likely never have found the life I was enjoying now. I would most likely never have met my darling Marie.
Because of Marie's hours of work at the restaurant our time was limited to late night meetings and her weekends off. Needless to say we made the most of these hours when we could be together. As soon as we walked into my home it was a race to see who could be undressed the fastest. Usually she won and would soon be rolling happily and very sexily around on my bed.
Grabbing her and forcing her to lay still was relatively easy since I was larger and heavier. She surrendered beautifully though. With a devilish grin on her elfin face she drew me down with her so that my face was buried in the tufts of brown hair at her groin. I wasn't about to fight to get away. Her scent invading my senses was out of this world.
"Make Marie feel good" she pleaded as I guided her thighs wider apart and opened the way to her lush sex. I loved those few moments when I could look at close quarters at the intimate place she normally kept hidden away from view. I knew it was only for my eyes and it made it all the more special.
She was very, very wet. Swamping in fact. I drew two fingers through the clinging warmth of her slit and discovered the firmness of her enlarged clit. For a moment she stiffened and raised her slim hips higher as if seeking more of my caresses. Her breathing was shallow with a tremulous shakiness.
"Good?" I asked softly.
She nodded without speaking.
Gently I bracketed her clit between two of my extended fingers and carefully pressed. Her hips twitched and lifted more.
"Why does it feel so lovely when you do it?" she rasped with closed eyes.
Her legs spread wider apart giving me total access to the very core of her body. Oily excitement was virtually dribbling from her by now and I slowly entered her vagina with my slippery fingers. She grunted and rolled her head.
"Careful" she warned breathlessly. "I'm so close".
"I know my love" I whispered close to her ear.
When my probing tongue made the contact she was waiting for, her whole body would lift higher off the mattress, arching, offering me the gift of her vulva. A long wailing cry as if she was pain came from her throat and I felt her start to tremble harder.
At work, when I was in class, I realised that some of the girls I had in front of me were roughly about the same age as Marie. This would inevitably lead to me thinking about her and my getting turned on. She had that effect on me.
A week half term holiday was coming up and I asked Marie if she could get a few days off work for us to go away together. She thought about it for a while and then said she would love to.
I had a friend who had a small cottage in the Yorkshire Dales. I arranged to have the use of it and told Marie where it was. Her eyes lit up when I said it was out in the wilds, at least five miles from the nearest inhabitation.
"How will you get away from home?" I asked. "Your parents will want to know where you're going".
"I'll tell Mum that I am going with a girl from work. That won't be a problem".
We made elaborate arrangements for her to bring her luggage to my house and then for us to leave on the Friday afternoon. I was pleased to see that she had put on a very feminine floral summer dress and sensible shoes.
"I thought I'd get dressed up a little bit" she grinned when I remarked how nice she looked.
We drove north along the A1 our progress slowed by the number of heavy lorries all trying to get home for the weekend. Carefully I kept my frustration in check and reminded myself that soon I would have this charming girl all to myself.
The moors were absolutely stunning. Mile upon mile of unbroken wild countryside with just the two of us and my beat up old car.
The cottage was not hard to find as long as you didn't miss the lonely track leading to it from the main road.
"I hope we don't meet anyone coming the other way" Marie joked as we slid past the road edges so close on either side of us. There was certainly no room for two vehicles to pass. At the end of the lane it opened out into a wider triangular parking area in front of the white walled single storey building.
Whilst Marie took our small amount of luggage in I sought out the tiny kitchen and put on the hot water for a welcome drink.
I was unpacking some of the food we had brought with us when Marie came up behind me and slipped her arms around me. She pressed against my back as she kissed the side of my neck.
"Thank you for bringing me here" she said.
I straightened and nuzzled the side of her face.
"Mmmm you smell good enough to eat" she murmurred. I had no choice but to stop making the drinks.
"It's going to be so nice getting to sleep all night with you" she added. "No getting up out of bed to go home late at night".
I twisted in the loop of her arms and faced her. She looked up into my eyes and I saw something there that I hadn't seen before. A softness and doe-like quality that set my heart skipping. I kissed her lightly on the mouth and breathed in the heavenly perfume of her hair.
Tearing myself away from her was the hardest job I had done. I was so tempted to undress her small body and ravish the girlish curves I knew laid underneath. I wanted to taste her teenage breasts and feel her tighten in the first flush of passion.
"You make me feel so wonderful" she whispered.
"That's very much mutual" I said with my lips pressed against her forehead.
Hunger and thirst proved too strong and we broke apart.
We had a light meal, a couple of cups of tea and then a leisurely stroll down the narrow lane as far as a farm gateway. Leaning on the gate we took in the beauty of the surrounding countryside bathed in the last few rays of sunshine of the day.
"Its quite stunning isn't it" I said.
"Yes" Marie said and I was aware she was looking steadfastly at me as she said it.
"I think you might be prejudiced a little if you are referring to me" I said.
"No I mean it" she said simply. "I've thought that right from that first night in the restaurant".
We kissed, lightly at first and then with a deeper passion. I heard Marie softly moan in her throat.
"Let's go back" she said grasping my hand in hers and leading the way back down the lane to the cottage. Our pace was faster now as if there was a new found urgency.
I loved the lithe swing of her girlishly narrow hips as she left me to walk ahead. She turned and smiled over her shoulder at me, sending a lurching pang of desire shooting through me.
Marie went through to the bedroom as I closed and locked the doors for the night. I could hear her moving about and felt a sudden rush of happiness that we were together.
When I opened the bedroom door she was laying on top of the big double bed dressed only in pale pink panties. Her small hard tipped breasts drew my attention. Highly responsive they were standing out very firmly from the surrounding white flesh. Her eyes followed me as I moved around.
"It's so quiet here" she said. "I can almost hear my own heart beating". I glanced at her and noticed the shadow of her pubic hair showing through the thin material of her panties. It was a sight I had seen a number of times but for some reason it still excited me. She pulled one leg up and bent it at the knee so that her genitals were even clearer.
I dropped my dress onto a nearby chair and raised my arms behind me to unclip my bra. Her constant gaze was on me.
"I wish I was as big as you" she said.
"There's nothing wrong with you" I said. "I love you just the way you are".
I stopped - frozen. That was the first time we had ever spoken about love in our relationship.
For a second or two I thought she had not heard what I had said. But she had.
Instantly she was up on her knees and moving across the bed in my direction.
She fell into my arms and smothered my face with a hundred kisses.
"Say that again" she breathed.
"What! I love you" I whispered. She nodded and a bright smile spread across her pretty young face. My heart did a flip.
Together we rolled across the flat plane of the bed, ending up with her sprawled on top of me. I opened my mouth and let her tongue explore. Under my hands there was the smooth expanse of her back and the raised knobbles of her spinal vertibrae.
Down lower I came to the smooth silken sheen of her panties. Her tight little buttocks clenched fiercely as I ran my palms down over them.
The elastic waistband slipped lower down her hips exposing the ivory whiteness of her buttocks. Her body was warm and satin smooth. A sharp wriggle and she had them a good way down her thighs. I helped them the rest of the way until she could kick them clear of her feet.
Our torsos came together, breast to breast, belly to belly. It was so nice to have the small frame locked in my arms.
"Are you warm enough?" I asked.
"I am when I'm with you" she purred. I bent and licked her nipple slowly until it was standing rigid and almost on the point of breaking. I listened to the sound of her breathing. It was steady but each time I suckled on her breast she held her inhalation as if waiting for something.
"Mmmm I like that" she whispered. "When you do it my toes almost curl up".
I chuckled softly.
My fingers had found the small patch of wiry hair at the pit of her flat belly. Combing through it made her squirm a little more than usual.
Her sex was soaking wet. Oily and slippery I delved further opening the intoxicating entrance to her body. Her legs parted even further and her pelvis lifted invitingly. Deeper and deeper my finger went into the hot folds. There was a definite clinging gripping pressure from her inner muscles.
One of her small hands came down to cover mine. She ground my palm in more forcefully and swung her hips. A growl of pleasure escaped her lips. It was quite a plaintif cry, as if I had done something she was longing for.
Our mouths found each other again and she wound her arms around my neck and shoulders in a hug that threatened to stop me breathing.
My hand flexed, spreading the wide fleshy lips, feeling the wetness and fluidity. Marie moaned louder and humped in a long slow undulation. Under my finger was the extremely sensitive sweeling of her clitoris.
"I feel so......" the words died in her throat as a big shudder rippled up her thin shape. Her nipples were rock hard and pointing heavenwards.
My hand drew up and then down again, trailing the very tips of my fingers over the nerve endings. She jumped as if shocked and grabbed a firmer hold on me. I did it again and once more she jumped and heaved.
The gap between her legs grew wider as she opened and offered herself to me.
This was the moment I knew I had been right to choose to be with her.
Making love with her was the greatest I had ever known. She was highly responsive to anything I did. At one time I had been worried that her age and inexperience would be a hold back but if anything she was as uninhibited as any woman twice her age.
It was easy to get her to the peak of excitement as well. As she approached the top she would get as wound up as a bow. Getting redder in the face and with her limbs flung wide apart she would moan and groan herself to a huge climax after climax.
"Sarah, I love you so much" she gasped. She was sweating profusely and she was finding it difficult to breathe.
At that precise moment I could not reply as my mouth was clamped tightly to the gaping slippery sex between her twisting legs but the simple words sent a thrill through me.
That is the end of Chapter 5 of the story. If you enjoyed reading it I would so pleased to hear from you (especially if it excited you as it did me writing it). Please write to rjw148@hotmail.com