thighs come open, determined not to accept any excuses, but he suddenly nodded and came forwards. I made myself as comfy as I could with my bare bottom on the rough bark of the branch and he got down between my open knees. He poked out his tongue and he was doing it, not between my legs, but on my breasts, licking up what he’d done.
I watched, amazed. No man I’d known had ever done anything of the sort, and I’d never even have thought of suggesting it, and yet it worked for me, such a rude thing to do, so uninhibited. I began to stroke his hair, soothing him as he licked it up, still offering myself to him with my thighs wide across his body. He slid a finger into me and I closed my eyes, lost in ecstasy. I held him to me and his tongue flicked over the skin of my neck and breasts.
He took his time, cleaning me up completely before he even turned his attention to my nipples, sucking each before laying a slow trail of kisses down across my tummy and to my sex. I pushed my hips out, holding him to me, my eyes closed and my mouth wide, as he found the spot, licking far too well for it to have been his first time. In no time at all I could feel my orgasm beginning to well up inside me.
I took a firm grip in his hair, thinking of what he’d done to me, so wonderfully rude, to come between my breasts and lick up what he’d done, something I hadn’t even imagined a man would do for a woman. Yet he had, and I knew he’d be able to taste himself even as he brought me to ecstasy under his tongue, a thought that tipped me over the edge. I held him tightly in place until I’d quite finished, only then releasing my grip and allowing him to rock back on his heels, grinning like a schoolboy.
He found his voice first. ‘You are amazing!’
‘I’m amazing! Nobody’s ever done that to me before.’
‘What, licked your …’
‘No, what you did first, licking my breasts.’
He shrugged, his expression growing shy for an instant before he abruptly stood up, adjusting himself as he spoke again. ‘Thanks anyway, that was a great treat.’
‘For me too.’
I kissed him and began to tidy myself up. He was getting restless long before I’d finished, and I had to hurry after him to get back to the lane. I took his hand, keen to show affection after what we’d done and he responded with a gentle squeeze, leaving me smiling and happy as we made our way towards the main road.
It was only when we got there that I realised that Jackdaw Lane was the same one Giles Lancaster had parked in the night before, and then only because his Audi was there. So was he, coming around the corner, straight towards us, so that short of turning around and running back the way we’d come there was no hope of avoiding him. He’d already seen me anyway, and as we came together all I could do was get the first word in.
‘This is my friend Giles. He’s Recorder at the Chamber.’
To my surprise Stephen didn’t answer me, but Giles did, both of them grinning and slapping each other on the back as they came together.
‘Lancaster, I thought I might run into you sometime!’
‘Mitchell! So you got in then? And they say miracles don’t happen any more. Which college has drawn the short straw?’
‘Emmanuel. And you?’
‘Mary’s. It’s great to see you though!’
They hugged, patting each other on the back with very real affection, not at all the behaviour I’d have expected from two public schoolboys, but they were obviously old friends.
‘Were you two at school together or something?’
It was Stephen who answered me. ‘Yes. Lancaster, meet my girlfriend, Poppy Miller.’
I was pleased to hear him announce me as his girlfriend, and with obvious pride, but my answering smile must have looked more than a little nervous as Giles responded.
‘We’ve met.’
After his parting comments the night before I half expected him to suggest a threesome, and I knew I was blushing. Fortunately they were much too wrapped up in each other