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  As the months went by Emma saw less and less of her mother and when they did meet, conversation was more polite than meaningful. Her mother had new friends and new activities that she was involved in but they didn’t really click with Emma although she tried her very best to show an interest.

  During her time at the stables Emma got to know the clients well and two of them, who discovered that she had achieved grade eight in her violin classes asked her to consider giving their daughters private lessons on a weekly basis and after some thought she agreed. From that small beginning things gradually developed and after nearly three years of working full time at the stables she dropped down to part time so she could spend more hours teaching the violin. She was in great demand.

  In the early Spring of 1988 she bought herself a small house back in the village and though she continued to work at the stables for two days a week she concentrated more of her time on teaching the violin and playing in a couple of local orchestras. Thanks mostly to Rachel her life was getting back on track although Kevin was never far from her thoughts. The manner of his leaving and then having never contacted her again had left her bewildered, confused and uncertain about life. It also left her without the closure that she needed in order to move on.

  The evening before he left for university they walked together hand in hand by the river, they planned how they would visit each other during term time; they talked of a future together and as they kissed for what was to be their very last time, he told her he loved her. She watched him walk away towards his house then with a quick glance back and a final wave he turned the corner; Kevin was gone and just three days later she found out from her doctor that she was pregnant. He was never to find out.

  Over the next year things changed little, Emma split her time between her music and the stables, she worked hard and she kept herself occupied. As time passed the hurt became a little easier to handle, though in the five years since Kevin’s leaving, she remained true to the love she had for him and never had another boyfriend. She often thought of Kevin and remembered how their relationship had been loving on every level, they walked and talked, they helped each other in their studies, supported each other in their sporting and musical endeavours, gave each other strength in difficult times and it was sexual.

  Getting time together was not always easy especially if they wanted to be alone so the sexual part did not happen that often and Emma was still a virgin until the Summer of 1984. For almost a year they both resisted ‘going all the way’ but, as she recalled, still had a very intimate, exciting and loving sexual relationship when the opportunity arose. She believed with all her heart that they had a deep love for each other and that made it all the more difficult to understand what had happened.

  These memories and other thoughts flooded Emma’s mind as she drove on.

  The Journey Home: Part 2

  Recollections of their first sexual experience:

  Emma and Kevin first met when they were just thirteen after Kevin and his parents moved to the village from Stockport. Their houses were fairly close to each other, they were in the same classes at school for many of their subjects and they both travelled to school and back on the train, which few others from their school did. Over the next three years or so, their friendship steadily grew but by the time they were in the sixth form, their feelings for each other had changed.

  Kevin had many friends and got on well with people but when it came to girls he was lacking in confidence. He was good looking, he was a high achiever at school as well as in sport and his aim was to go to a good university to study chemistry. Most of his friends had girlfriends or at least had had one. Kevin had never had a girlfriend. The only girl he felt close to and had feelings for was his friend Emma but he kept that to himself.

  By the time she was seventeen, Emma had blossomed into a slim very attractive girl with a wonderful smile, she had long, dark wavy hair and large brown eyes and though she was indeed attractive she didn’t see herself that way. She was sporty, she loved horses, was a gifted violin player and like Kevin was focussed on achieving the grades she needed to get to her chosen university. Emma had a number of friends who were boys but she had never actually had a real boyfriend. When other girls would encourage her to ‘go out’ with somebody her excuse was always that after her music, her studies and her horse riding there wasn’t much time for boys but there was a bit more to it than that. Boys generally didn’t interest her, the only boy that did was Kevin who she had some hidden feelings for.

  With only six or seven miles to go before reaching home Emma’s thoughts turned to that September night in 1983 when they kissed for the very first time and then, as she began to relive the moments of their first touches her body was overwhelmed with sexual desire. As she drove on she became aroused at the very thought of being touched and fondled; she felt a moistness around her genitals and her underwear was damp.

  He had been waiting for Emma by the village store for quite some time and began to wonder if she was going to turn up. They had arranged to meet at eight and already it had gone half past. Kevin was almost giving up and going home when she arrived breathless and still in her school uniform. She had been running. “I’m sorry I’m late,” she said, “but I had an orchestra rehearsal at school and it went on a lot longer than I thought and on top of that the train was late.” Kevin didn’t mind she was late, he was just glad she was there.

  They walked passed the shops, the pub and the church hall and headed towards the edge of the green where darkness had descended almost an hour before. The two of them were quite alone in the darkness of that evening in late September.

  They stopped by the old oak tree at the far end of the village green where there was hardly any light pollution. There was nothing in front of them but the dark expanse of farmland and the clear night skies. It was the perfect setting to watch the meteor shower that had been much heralded by the media and by Kevin’s science teacher at school.

  For some time they watched the night sky looking for the first flash of a meteor but there was nothing. After a while Emma shivered a little and said she was getting cold. Kevin suggested they should give up and go home but Emma wanted to stay a while. Instinctively, Kevin put his arm around her and drew her closer to him to keep her warm. He surprised himself by his actions for it was not like him to be so bold and he expected her to pull away but she didn’t. Instead she snuggled in closer and as she did, he felt a movement in his groin.

  Together they looked to the night sky and without thinking Kevin began playing with Emma’s hair but when he stopped she whispered, “That was nice, do it some more.” Kevin stroked her hair again, the feeling in his groin grew stronger and she snuggled in even closer. She put her hand inside his jacket and gently ran her fingers across his chest. With each second that passed his erection grew firmer and there was nothing he could do to stop it. He feared that if she knew, she wouldn’t like it and would want to leave but when he turned to try to hide it from her he sensed her lips were almost touching his and the warmth of her breath thrilled him. Clasping his hands gently in the small of her back Kevin slowly drew Emma into him and when their bodies met, she could feel his stiffness. He held her firmly and after just a moment’s hesitation he kissed her. She didn’t resist.

  In the darkness and in the moment Emma melted into Kevin’s arms. She wanted to be close to him, she wanted his touch and the thought of it excited her. They both wanted the same.

  They kissed very softly at first, almost as children do for neither of them had been there before and though instinct and passion almost overtook Kevin, he held back. He was afraid he would spoil the moment by doing something she would not want or like. Their bodies were together, she stroked his chest, she touched his nipples and he wanted to do the same to her. Kevin trembled as he lightly ran his fingers across the front of her neck gradually edging closer to her breasts. He fumbled slightly as he undid two buttons of her school shirt. She didn’t resist. With his hand inside he gently
touched her and as he passed the tips of his fingers over and around her hidden nipples he felt their firmness, he sensed a movement in her body and her breathing changed. So did his.

  It was sensuous, it was exciting and Emma felt a sudden dampness between her legs, far more than she had never known before. An irresistible desire overcame her; she pressed her body closer to his then slowly unzipped him and slipped her hand inside his pants. He didn’t resist. As she felt the strength of his penis in her hand a feeling of such pleasure from deep within surged through her body. Intuitively she played with its seeping tip and ran her finger around it. Kevin’s breathing became shallow and fitful. Impulsively, Emma loosened the skirt of her school uniform and reached for Kevin’s hand. She slowly guided it down from her breasts to the naked wetness inside her knickers. She felt his body stiffen with excitement. He stroked and caressed her with such stimulating tenderness that her juices flowed even more. Almost inaudibly Emma moaned quietly and softly as her body moved in time with the movements of his hand; he felt the warmth of her wetness ooze between his fingers. With one hand she gripped his back to draw him in; the sharpness of her nails exciting him even more. With the other she tenderly explored every inch of his penis. With her fingers ‘oiled’ by his secretions she held it, she stroked it and she fondled it then she cupped his testicles in her hand with an equal measure of firmness and gentleness. As she touched him and as he touched her a spasm of intense pleasure ran throughout her body; another followed and then another. Kevin also felt them in her as he held and touched her. They were in a place they had never been before and they liked it.

  Her arousal became complete when Kevin so gently and rhythmically squeezed and released the lips of her vagina as she had done to his testicles and as he entered her with his finger, she gasped. She felt both pain and pleasure but mostly pleasure. Her breathing deepened and the spontaneous erotic movements of her body worked on Kevin’s finger inside her and brought her to the very edge. Her movements squeezed and massaged it and drew it deeper inside. She could feel the excitement charge through his body as it did through hers and then it happened. She gave out a long involuntary cry as she reached the powerful orgasmic climax brought on by their touches and as she came, so he too had release. With his back arched, again and again he thrust his penis backwards and forwards through her lubricated hands until a groan of such deep satisfaction emptied his lungs of air. Their actions, their movements, the sounds they made were new to them, they were not rehearsed or practised but borne purely out of instinct, passion and a tenderness for each other.

  Being her first time, the warm, creamy fluid of his coming surprised her. It was not how she thought it would be and as wave after wave of his fluid shot into her hands and through her fingers she felt an unstoppable desire to anoint herself with it. Her hand, now drenched in the sticky sweetness of his coming moved slowly downwards from her navel until it met with her own wetness between her legs. As she ‘creamed’ herself with a mixture of their bodily fluids every part of her body surged again and as it did Kevin held her close and shared in her pleasure.

  For several silent minutes they held each other tight then slowly and almost with a sense of shame or guilt they tended to their dishevelled looks, then gently kissed again. Hand in hand they left the village green that night knowing things had changed between them and as they parted they each went home with many different thoughts.

  The next morning, Emma was already on the platform waiting for the train when Kevin arrived. She was nervous and apprehensive as to how he would react to her after the night before, she was worried that he might think less of her after what she had done but she needn’t have been. His affectionate smile said it all and when he tenderly squeezed her hand she was happy. They were now boyfriend and girlfriend with a whole new chapter in their lives opening up in front of them.

  In The Village: Part 1

  Wine, masturbation and sleep:

  Emma, now almost home, stopped her car just by the station and gazed at the empty platform where she and Kevin had waited for the train so many times together. The evening sun cast a golden glow over the scene in front of her. The hanging baskets in full flower, the tubs of Trailing Lobelia and Geraniums at equal spaces along each platform and the fields of corn beyond was a scene of beauty and tranquillity not matched by the sorrow and sadness in Emma’s heart. For a few more minutes she contemplated all that had gone before, she thought about Kevin, she thought about her mother and she thought about the green suitcase in the boot of her car. Ten minutes later she had driven the few hundred yards from the station to her home and with a mournful sigh, opened her door to a neat and tidy but empty house. After getting changed she went into the kitchen and opened a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon that had been given to her by the mother of one of her pupils. She poured herself a large glass full then went into the garden to drink her wine and take in the last of the evening sun. She had much to think about.

  An hour later and after another glass of wine the sun had set and Emma went inside. She ran a bath. As she lay there in the bubbles, her thoughts, as they often did, drifted back to Kevin. She closed her eyes then ran her fingers up towards her breasts and gently stroked her nipples making them firm as he had done so many times before. She put her fingers between her legs then rhythmically and erotically squeezed her thighs against them. Her breathing was deep and hard. As she touched herself she thought of Kevin and as she sensuously fingered her clitoris she thought of Kevin and as she came she thought of Kevin.

  Having pleasured herself with wine, a bath and an orgasm of some intensity Emma was relaxed and tired. She slept soundly until mid morning but when she awoke the events of the day before were not far from her mind. In particular she thought about the half empty green suitcase, which was all that was left of her mother’s forty plus years of life.

  In The Village: Part 2

  The green suitcase and stains on Emma’s sheets:

  Emma had taken a few days off from her work to sort out her mother’s home and belongings. With that job almost done she found herself with five spare days ahead of her and no plans, but before working out what to do with the time, she decided to empty the green suitcase and put the things away somewhere. Only then could she feel that her task was complete and start to consider life without her mother.

  The bits of jewellery were put into a little box she had on her dressing table, a few of the ornaments were put on a windowsill here and there and some others put in a box under the stairs along with one or two other knickknacks. Apart from the photographs taken in her childhood when her father was still alive all that was left were a few old diaries, a number of letters and some postcards. She studied the photographs carefully and though she couldn’t remember much about her father she really wished he could have been there when she was growing up. One by one she put the photographs into an album she had and after another look at them placed the album on a bookshelf alongside some others.

  Emma flicked through some of the diaries from 1976 onwards and noticed most of the entries were to do with her horse riding or her mother’s walking activities, there were some appointments for the doctor or dentist and one or two work meetings for her mother although she had made some unusual, almost offensive comments about some individuals that Emma had vaguely heard of but didn’t really know. Apart from that there appeared to be nothing of great interest in any of them, but just as she was about to put the 1983 diary down one of the entries for November caught her eye and when she read it again, she was horrified. “More stains on E’s sheets: They’ve been at it again.” A similar entry in December read, “Out 7 hours in the Dales: More filthy stains on the bed.” Emma was shocked and repulsed at the very thought that her mother had been inspecting the sheets and covers on her bed and then recording what she found in her diary. She imagined with disgust at what else she might have been examining and after reading more revolting comments fully expected to find an entry about her stained underwear.

  The only
time Emma and Kevin could really be alone together in those days was when Emma’s mum went off with her walking buddies into the countryside for hours on end. Sometimes she was away for a few days at a time although Kevin never stayed overnight and when they did spend time together it wasn’t just for sex. As Emma fondly remembered, they talked, listened to music, watched TV, worked on their studies, went for walks and made cakes. They did a whole manner of things together, they enjoyed being with each other and they had fun.

  From the day they first met at just thirteen their friendship steadily grew, then at some stage along the line their feelings towards each other deepened into an affection that was greater than just friendship but each of them said nothing for fear that the other didn’t feel the same way. Neither of them wanted to spoil the relationship they already had but then, as she once again recalled, came the night of the meteor shower that was to change everything. Their first sexual encounter was particularly intense for both of them, it hadn’t been planned for, envisaged or expected; it just happened. Once they realised their desire for each other was way beyond friendship the floodgates opened and they did many things that first night that most people would never do straight after their very first kiss. Emma felt in her heart that what they did was not only the consequence of pent up emotions and sexual desire but also an expression of the deep affection they had for each other.