Romance
2004-06-19
Completely true in every detail, I remember almost thirty-seven years on, how she sat, the little silver bracelet she wore on her left wrist β even the charm that hung off it β a small fish. I can describe her dress, her shoesβ¦sIip-ons actually, smell her hair, hear her soft voice β tell you what the weather was like. I donβt have to imagine the tears which come to my eyes as I write this either. She was so ethereally beautiful and I would give anything to be able to go back to her and that time so long ago. I never ever wanted to grow up β it was the cruellest thing ever happened to me.
Of course, having Chris, Natalie, Kylie and Jenna now, more than compensate for my lost childhood and I love them more than life itself, but Ruth was my first real experience and with all the limited knowledge of worldly things I possessed at thirteen β I loved her with every emotion that crowded in upon me. The incident is mentioned briefly in an autobiography I have just completed "Cool Among the Flames" β compiled mainly to shut Kylie up as she kept at me to write it. It does not however plumb the emotional and physical depths that I am about to relay to you. It is I admit, a very slow-to-develop recollection, nothing wondrous and impassioned should ever be rushed should it?
Living then in the county of Kent, just a couple of miles outside the Greater London border, I grew up cocooned in a world of Harry Potter type kids all with their middle-class Brit accents. Ruth herself was so very like Emma Watson who plays Hermione in the HP films, right down to her hair, facial features and totally adroit Englishness. She was fourteen, just a few months older than Emma. Think of her and youβre 4/5 of the way to seeing Ruth although in a classic beauty shoot-out, Emma would be coming in a distant second.
Most years our family, of which I was an only child, would head-off to my Great Auntβs farm, set in the wilds of the Yorkshire Dales. Only twenty minutes or so from the tiny village of Hawarth where Emily Bronte and her sisters lived and where Heathcliff wanders still his beloved Wuthering Heights . The 19 th century farmhouse where we stayed had neither sewerage or electricity but no-one in 2004 even working with the most technologically advanced kitchen equipment available, could cook anything to compare tastewise with what was served-up in that tiny farmhouse beneath a flickering gas-light. I lived for the next steam-train trip that would take me north to my closeted and remote little spiritual home.
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Immediately adjacent to the farmhouse was a good-size barn in which my Uncle would feed and milk the cattle, daily occupations as far removed from my own experiential domesticity as Hans Solo and the Millennium Falcon might be adjudged so far as the Wright Brothers are concerned. Nevertheless, I slipped into "farm life" without the least parental urging.
The summer holidays then, some five months subsequent to my thirteenth birthday, saw us enjoying another farm visitation up there on the picturesque moors. It was a Friday. I recall this clearly because mom had promised to take me to the local movie-house, a decrepit but intimate old relic in a nearby township, some twenty-five minutes walk from the farm, alongside those old stone walls which separated field from field, property from propertyβ¦and on those cold misty nights β legend from legend. Thatβs what one did in those days β walk! Films were only run there Saturday nights and I recall it was the following day!
Some time around mid-afternoon that Friday, while chasing cows, sheep, chickens and poor old Dobbin - so ancient a sway-back, it was definitely a dead horse walking - around their own fields, I heard my dad call me from far-off. Scooting back up to the farmhouse, Mom, Dad and my Uncle were chatting to another family.
"Say, this is my son Noel," said dad. I shook hands with the man and nodded to his wife. Evidently they were staying for the week in the farm-house right across the way. The "way" being a road no more than twelve feet wide between the properties. I could have tossed a stone from my bedroom clear through their kitchen windowβ¦β¦could probably have flicked it!
"And this is their daughter Ruth," Dad was continuing. I looked up at her and lost my power of speech. Nothing was workingβ¦. .
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my arms. voiceboxβ¦. . brain!
"Well say hello to Ruth, Noel," said my mom, "Sheβs just fourteen β a bit older than you. Maybe youβd like to play with her? (Jesus Christ β thinking back now, what an incredible slip of the tongue that little statement was!)β¦show her over the farm maybe?"
I managed some strangled sound like "Y-oh"β¦. a resulting cross between "Yes (mom)" and "Hello. " Ruth looked less than impressed but allowed me to direct her back the way I had just come.
"You two be back for tea in an hour or so!" called out dad. If I had been seventeen, I wouldnβt even have been back!
Now, I was hardly what youβd call a βsmooth operatorβ at thirteen. I had known from the first time my eyes fully focused shortly after birth that I liked girls! My best friend at junior high, she who I had sat beside since day-one in primary school was most definitely a girl and Iβd had a thing for my younger cousin since she was eight. Sexually however, aside from a couple of show and tell sessions behind the lounge with my cousin when age-wise, we were yet to hit double figures, and hot little Carmen who had charged me threepence to "have a feel" in fourth grade one afternoon, I had no reason to doubt the stork theory!
And yet, as I helped Ruth over that first stile (a wooden βstepβ arrangement, built to enable one to cross those old stone walls, between fields) and the brief flash of her knickers as she climbed overβ¦I knew intinctively that some up-till-now unutilised software was kicking-in.
One thing I did have going for me β I could hold a conversation and with Ruth this was a ground-level entry requirement. Well read, intelligent, but equally (so I discovered) impulsive and adventurous, she was no wimpy arm decoration.
"This is such fun," she called out to me, crossing her fourth stile. She wasnβt far off the mark either.
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The extreme southern ends of the property were marked by the onset of the banks of the beautiful river Nidd. A timeless old waterway whose shallow but crystal-clear waters were stocked with enough trout to satisfy generations of retired Yorkshiremen. Linking my Great Auntβs farm with the neighboring property across the river was a sturdy but none too steady βswing bridge. β Only able to carry one abreast, it was aptly named, as Ruth found out.
"Oh Gosh!" she uttered, as almost mid-center, the bridgeβs lateral motion caused her to slip backwards. She fell against me as I caught her. Just for a moment I held her there and she turned as if to say something, her face but inches from mine. Even in that instant, I knew she was everything to meβ¦completely nonsensical as that sounds and especially with the benefit of but thirty minutes relational co-existence.
Whatever awareness came to her at that second, she held-on to it, but from that moment on, existed an unspoken bond between us. Having wandered across a few neighboring fields, we returned to the farm property and I took the opportunity to demonstrate my prowess skimming stones downriver.
"Let me try that," she said and promptly buried my best throw with a perfect flat trajectory that pulled in ten "bounces" before heading into some distant mud-flats. My highest had been eight! That was Ruth!
As feminine as they come, she knew all the tricks. The cutesy smile, hair tossed over her shoulders at strategic moments, eyes wide for effect, "helpless little girl" routine" (as if!) Fact is, the gulf, both physically and emotionally, between a thirteen-year old boy and a fourteen-year old girl is laughably distant.
Not that I was feeling out-matured or even out out of my depth as such. I was enjoying every moment of her company.
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We sat there on that lush green river bank and talked about just about everything. School to home-life, pasts and futures, likes and dislikes. At one stage I was just so enraptured, I must have been staring at her. She stopped and asked,
"What are you looking at?" I remember just saying simply, "You!"
She actually blushed and that made me feel self-conscious. Right about then I heard my father calling-out and I knew we were way past our allotted hour or so. Playfully, and I suppose in some ways with a childβs enthusiasm, I grabbed her hand and pulled her to her feet as we took off across the fields. She didnβt let go of me until we reached the front gate.
After tea we played multiple games of "Concentration.
" Just sitting on the floor with her, listening to her laugh when I forgot where the other βeightβ wasβ¦her hand brushing against mine as she leaned across to turn over the matching βKing,β her sharp little intake of breath and the way she would hold her hand to her chest when she made a pair. I see it all now as clearly as I did then. The absolute last thing I wanted to hear was mom saying,
"Noel, itβs nine oβclock, Ruth has to go back over the road now. " Dad walked her across, but not before I collected my shoes and went with them.
"Are you doing anything in the morning?" she asked sweetly.
If I had been due to collect the Nobel Peace prize, I would have cancelled it. I told her I wasnβt and dad, looking at me knowingly, smiled and said.
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"Not really Ruth, would you like to come over and spend some time with Noel?β¦. assuming its OK with your parents?"
I really think I caught the faintest blush β I was having such trouble standing up I couldnβt really be sure.
I went to sleep that night just staring out my window across the roadway.
Youβll notice that aside from drawing a comparison with Emma Watson, I havenβt made any real attempt to described Ruth in detail. I will paint for your benefit right now the picture of a young girl that dad ushered into our tiny kitchen the following morning, just as I was finishing my breakfast cereal. Remember though this is a recalled image from a childβs memory not an adultβs.
Poiseβ¦thatβs the word for itβ¦. . I didnβt know it then, but she had such poise. Her shoulder length light brown hair β it must surely have just been washed, had a natural wave through it and framed her beautiful little face to perfection. She had it pulled back at either side with small mica clasps and her mother had either donated or bought her a simple but pretty pair of earrings that glinted when she turned her head. Ruth had that "just scrubbed" look and she smelled of fresh flowers and youthful promise.
As it was quite a warm morning, she was wearing the simplest of little short-sleeved cream colored tops with just a couple of buttons at the neck. I remember now, the pretty white lace-edging around the sleeves. Obviously planning on some serious cross-field hiking she had on a pair of dark blue girlβs pants and matching-color running shoes.
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She must have had the most beautiful youthful figure (as Iβm sure my dad would have noticed!) but I had as much knowledge, interest and experience in sexual matters then as I did in current affairs. What I did have an interest in, was getting out of that farmhouse with her at the first available second!
"No more than a couple of hours," said mom, as we hightailed it out through the main gate. " Three hours is close enough," I was thinking!
Both Middlesmoor and Nidderdale are sight-seeing valleys within commutable distance of the farm and both offer magnificent wind-swept views of the moors. We lit out for Middlesmoor, being slightly nearer. Some of the more elevated stiles I spent double the time necessary helping Ruth over β Iβm sure she noticed! I think she even took her time climbing them.
It was the most balmy of English summer mornings, non-penetrative heat and the occasional light breeze being the order of the day. Successfully negotiating our two hundredth field so it seemed, the heights of Middlesmoor stretched before usβ¦acres of swaying heather leading the way and lending to the casual traveller a gentle if not rather exhiliarating scent. Ruth and I hadnβt shared much in the way of conversation mainly on account of the fact this was all so new to her and she was completely taken up with the experience. I of course had walked this way so many times with mom.
"Itβs just so beautiful up here isnβt it?" she said to me, sitting on a huge rock that had been there long before Moses came down off Mount Ararat. The wind at that moment was blowing her hair across her face and she looked like an angelβ¦one that Michaelangelo would have liked to sculpt. I sat beside her and without any thought for the consequences, turned my head to her and just kissed her.
It was only the briefest of contact β and I was so shocked at my own forward behavior I had no idea what to say as a follow-up. I think I stood up and muttered "sorry" or something equally inane. Half expecting a slap across the face, I was primed for anything except what happened.
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She just whispered "Come here," and pulling me back down beside her, returning the most wonderful kiss flush on my sadly inexperienced lips.
In hindsight, over the years I have experienced several electrical dischargesβ¦light sockets, frayed wires β even taken a full charge direct off the spark plugs of a V8 Falcon
It was, as far as lip to lip duration goes, brief - not much longer than mine but if I had gotten up from that rock I would have been unable to balance properly.
"You are sooo sweet," she said, hands folded neatly in her lap now. "You donβt have to apologise for kissing me," she added giggling.
"Can I do it again then?" I asked hopefully.
"Later maybe," she replied, teasing me unmercifully.
"Cβmon," she said, "lets walk the rest of the way. " She took my handβ¦. I felt such a child!
As we walked, I was aware of a nagging irritation. It bothered me to such an extent I half whispered to her as we negotiated another stone wall,
"Ruth, have you kissed any other boys?" I desperately wanted to hear her denial.
She stopped, turned and still holding my hand said,
"Oh, that is such a funny question," but seeing as I wasnβt laughing, she added, "Well actuallyβ¦. no I havenβt β never met a boy I ever wanted to kiss meβ¦. . youβre the first β honestly!" I knew it was the truth.
"So you wanted me to kiss you?" I teased.
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"I didnβt say that," she retorted, slipping effortlessly into a demure, "Iβm much more grown-up than you" modeβ¦. which she was!
"You did kinda β¦. " I replied, trying to get full mileage out of my deductive brilliance. She just flashed me a pretty smile and the subject I knew, was at an end.
No sooner did we make the summit of Middlesmoor than it was time to head back and even then the three-hour time allotment was looking iffy. We saw so muchβ¦. the old Roman ruins atop Scanlonβs Ridge, the tiny bus-stop in Summerbridge called "New York," the caverns where a family of black panthers were said to have made a home for themselves. None of them though came close to watching Ruth. Crouching down smelling the heather, brushing her beautiful hair out of eyes after the wind had taken liberties with it, hugging herself as she sat down occasionally to take in the view.
As the old farm came into distant focus, I felt the magic unravelling - my most acute pleasure up for imminent termination. I held her hand ever tighter, I never wanted to let her go.
Riding out the inevitable "Didnβt I tell you just two hours Noel?" cross examination, after we had winged-it across the last couple of fields to the gate, mom relented and in just one sentence, restored my faith in miracles. Turning to Ruth she said,
"Would you like to come to the cinema tonight with us?"
Ruth looked as happy as my heartbeat was suddenly irregular.
"I spoke to your mom and dad," she was continuing, "They said its fine with them if youβd like to come. "
As it happened, they were showing a screening of Disneyβs Peter Pan (Yes, now you know why!) that night.
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It may as well have been "A Political Discourse On the Causes of the Indo-China war," for all the attention I was paying the screen. I took every opportunity to glance at her sweet little profile, hoping she wouldnβt see. Occasionally she turned and caught me looking at her but just smiled at me. She let me hold her hand right through the session and more than once I saw Dad glance downwards. If it were possible to see a replay of it all now, I think you would sense his unspoken encouragement.
"Hold-on tight son, angels like her donβt drop-by all that often. "
Last thing that evening she permitted me a further goodnight kiss. I was still slumped against the window-sill when I woke up the next morning.
I think by now, Ruthβs parents were resigned to the fact they wouldnβt be seeing too much of their daughter until they got home. Had it been my choice, theyβd have to have been content with the odd postcard!
It was the next day that my up-till-then sublimely uncomplicated life was to be hijacked, re-formatted and dragged screaming into pleasurably near adulthood.
The weather had done a complete three-sixty, as the Brit climate is well known to doβ¦. especially during the summer vacation. Caught mid-field by a drenching little shower, Ruth and I scurried like drowned rats to the safety of the barn. Mom, dad and Ruthβs parents had gone to Harrogate City together for the day β some twenty miles or so distant. Since I couldnβt interest her in a handful of oats, we shinned up the ladder to the hay loft.
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As luck would have it, Ruth had slipped on a new summer dress that morning, a simple yellowish cotton affair with a neat little black belt β I remember that well for reasons that will become obvious. The whole dress was pretty wet and she was sitting on a hay bale holding it out before her and lamenting its rapid absorbtion rate. Her hair even was quite damp and curling up around the edges. I was in no drier a state. We decided to wait it out and to dry off a bit.
Following the last few days quite hot weather, it was very warm up in that loft and we figured our clothes would soon dry.
What is it with hay? Maybe it just looks inviting to toss people inβ¦especially girls! Whatever, we were ragging about, acting like a couple of dumbo schoolkids and while I was teasing her and holding her wrists, she slipped out of my grip and fell on her back in the hay. I saw my chance to overpower her and kneeling there, pinioned her arms above her head. She may have been more matureβ¦and definitely way prettier, but I was stronger!
At what stage exactly something tapped me on the shoulder and said "Time to grow up kid," I couldnβt say, but something in her expression pressed buttons somewhere and as I moved my face close to hers I saw the βwelcome signβ flash on. This kiss was way less juvenileβ¦. longer too. That isnβt to say I had the least idea what I was either doing or starting. What I do remember, she didnβt pull away, she simply jerked her hands free and placed them round my neck. For the first time I think I became aware of her femininity and the effect her closeness was having on me.
Lying there as she was, her dress had risen well up her legs and way past her knees and obviously something blueprinted in the male psyche kicked in.
More in an exploratory sense than with any sexual intent β God, I didnβt even know what "sexual" meant - I remember just tentatively putting my hand on her thigh and being entranced by its smoothness and heat. Ruth still had her arms around my neck as we we continued kissing like laughably outright amateurs I imagine. Oh, but how wonderful was it?
Perhaps that was as far as it would have gone β I certainly had no game-plan β but she took my hand and pulled it up until it was resting right across the front of her panties. She held it there. I remember her just looking up at me with that needful little-girl expression and smiling gently. I donβt know how I avoided becoming catatonic. All I could feel wasβ¦. heat and softness.
I couldnβt speak, I was as embarrased as all hell but there was no way I was about to shift my hand. I remember pressing in a little β it must have pretty much separated her labia β not that I would have known what they were from a Hershey Bar. Ruth let out a small gasp but continued to kiss me. I got bolder and may even have rubbed her pussy a little through her panties. What I do remember is her expression and how it changed from being one of cheeky-tease to (as I realise now) hot young girl.
She let me pull her dress up until her cute little white knickers were almost exposed. I marvelled at all those smooth mounds and curves before me.
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Never having seen a girl up close and personal like this before, I definitely wanted to see more. I recall her softest of little gasps as I slipped a hand inside those cotton briefs. I was on death rowβ¦but didnβt care. As my hand slid down, I felt her pubic hair and her expression changed to one of urgency. Too bad I had no idea what I was doing or how to proceed.
More by luck than judgment I imagine, I found the real heat-sourceβ¦her moist pussy and I didnβt need any prompting to slip a finger inside. That was Ruthβs cue to wriggle and mine to just about pass out. One thing Iβd figured out already. First day back at school I was going to front-up to Carmen and get my threepence back. Sheβd taken my money under false pretences. No hair and a slit one half the size of Ruthβs. Sure, she was only nine at the time but still, threepence is threepence.
How long I squatted there rubbing her pussy I have no ideaβ¦. . I seem to remember Ruth getting quite animated.
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I was deliriously happy in my sexually complicit vacuum having no clue as to what power I wielded in those thirteen year old hands.
Whether out of desperation or determination to teach me the whole enchilada I donβt know, but she actually slipped her own panties off and spread her legs for me. I could have been struck dumb, I certainly suffered some sort of temporary paralysis. What I was looking at was just outside my comfort zone, and yet, the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Her pussy was surrounded by lots of light brown hair and how embarrassing β mine had barely started to grow. It wasnβt her hair I was looking at though, it was her beautiful slit and feminine construction. The thought of kissing or licking her down there simply never occurred to me, I rather doubt it did to her either.
I think I muttered something excruciatingly retarded like "You are so pretty Ruth" but in all honesty I had no idea what was expected of me. Maybe for a change of stimulus or perhaps she really did want to kill me, but as I sat there performing like a mechanical sex-toy, she took my other hand and pulled it to her breast. Funny how most young boys always gravitate towards a girlβs pussy rather than her breastsβ¦to be honest I canβt even recall looking at her breasts up until that point. I remember feeling her bra and wondering what it was forβ¦. it was only tiny and her breasts were pretty small too. But dear God, what a fantastic new sensationβ¦having a hand down her top. I prayed for more rain!
Again the fear of following in anotherβs footsteps (or handprints) made me ask her if she had ever done anything like this before. Her shocked reaction, quite close to tears actually, convinced me of this improbability.
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I held her to me then and with my childlike inexperience I told her I loved her. She asked me if I would like to undress her.
I just didnβt know what to say and must have looked such a tongue-tied dickwad, she undid that little belt and all the buttons on her dress from hem to bra. I simply watched entranced as she let the dress slide off her and having unhooked her bra, she lay there completely naked. I couldnβt take my eyes off her beautiful small breastsβ¦. . dumber still, I donβt even recall if her nipples were erect. Mind you, I wouldnβt have known an erect nipple from a plate of jellied eels. She reached up and pulled me to her until my face was at nipple level. I kissed her there and can recall with vivid clarity what they felt, and tasted like. I remember too her asking plaintively. . "Ohh keep doing that. "
It seemed to me she rather liked being naked in my presenceβ¦. .
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nothing she said or did you understandβ¦just a feeling I had. Girls are so much less inhibited than boys (Godβ¦. . look at Jenna and Kylie now) Anyway, inevitably she asked me if I would like to undress. I think I almost screamed out "Mummy!"
"Cβmon," she said, "Donβt be shy, Iβm nakedβ¦take your clothes off too. Besides, theyβll dry quicker. " Actually, she had a point there β almost had me convinced! I was just sitting there unmoving.
"OK," she said, making as if to put her clothes back on. What brilliant psychology is inherent in the female make-up!
"Oh, Alright then," I muttered and standing there, undid my shirt buttons as slow as I knew how. Still I could but drag my eyes from her pretty breasts and beautiful pussy that she was taking every care not to cover up, even for a moment.
It went OK until my underpants. No-one had seen inside them, let alone a naked fourteen year old girl just four feet away.
"I canβt," I said abruptly.
"Why not?" she askedβ¦β¦"You donβt mind looking at me do you?"
"Youβll laugh at me," I said evincing my inner fears. "Have you ever seen a boy naked?" I askedβ¦.
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hoping against hope that she hadnβt.
"No," she said, "But youβre sooo cuteβ¦Iβd really like to. "
So refreshingly honest were her words, I felt suddenly at ease with her, and just slipped my pants off. I knelt there as naked as the day I was born and trembling in her presence.
True to her word, she didnβt laugh. She just looked at me rather entreatingly.
"May I have a feel?" she asked. "He looks just soo cute!"
I had a very small penis β least it seemed so to meβ¦. and probably the direct result of secondary shock but Iβm sure I had no erection. I had led a very sheltered existence and without exposure to the seamier side of life had less than no experience in this area. Masturbation was completely unknown to me.
I looked down as her hand caressed me, wanting to apologise for just the few sparse hairs in attendance. She looked at me in such a loving and tender way I had to kiss her again. I felt her loveβ¦better still, I felt something else. What the hell was it? my penis had a life of its own suddenly.
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I blushed stupid and she saw me.
"Itβs OK," she said "Donβt worryβ¦. does that feel nice?"
"Feel nice????" was she kidding? It felt awesomely pleasant.
"Boys are supposed to like this," she saidβ¦continuing to do what I was "supposed" to like. Shame I could no longer speak!
Still tiny compared to an adult erection, I must have been double my normal size as she continued to ply her trade digitally. I had a sudden urge to put my fingers in her and in fact manouvered my body so that I could penetrate her quite deeply as she continued working her wonders between my legs.
As this totally alien but wholly encompassing feeling rose somewhere deep inside me I noticed my own exertions were having a significantly profound effect on Ruthβs general demeanor. Her hips I noticed were thrusting up towards my fingers and she was closing her eyes and making all sorts of little noises. Not a minute later, she let out a deep sigh and she held my hand hard against her pussy even with my fingers deep inside her. Iβm sure I felt her shake quite a bit.
Leaning forward, she kissed me again and recommenced rubbing me with earnest. The feeling I had earlier returned twofold. I began to breath with difficulty and I found myself focused on the area she was manipulating. Without my doing anything, I felt my body tense and something I could neither describe or understand gripped me. Both embarrased and awestruck, I watched as this jet of white creamy stuff ejected from my erection all over Ruthβs tummy.
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She was so pleased with herself and simply enquired,
"Was that nice?" I honestly couldnβt speak and just covered my embarrassment the best way I could.
After that, we lay together for what seemed like a couple of hours. Just snuggled up in the hay, me occasionally feeling her breasts or rubbing her softly between her legs while she would play with my erection once in a while.
The sound of a car pulling into the driveway saw action of a different sort. So mortified was I, I started putting her dress on. We were buttoned-up though and down that ladder before they had the motor off.
We had three more wonderful days together and didnβt miss a solitary opportunity. It was during that time also that I learned the wonders of a self-help program and how to handle my own affairs if you get my drift! I figure Ruth already knew.
The day that Ruth had to leave and her family lived some two hundred miles from Kent, remains the most emotionally desolate moment of my life. Even with the promise that she would come and stay a week with us at our home at the end of term, was small consolation. Barely able to hold myself in check as they sped off down the roadway that afternoon, I watched gutted, as my beautiful Ruth waved to me from that small back window. Once out of sight and completely blinded by tears, I climbed that ladder back up to the hay loft and sat there in wretched misery replaying all that we had done together, all that she had taught me and wishing hopelessly that she would come back to me.
Now however I realise she never really left me. I see her in Jenna. Occasionally she smiles at me through Kylieβs beautiful eyes.
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She shows herself to me in Michelleβs behaviour. She is for ever fourteen as I am eternally just a few months younger than her.
But I know if I ever go back to that desolate and romantic moor, she will be sitting on that rock waiting for me - even now. The wind will be blowing her lovely hair across her face and she will look up and smile as I approach. She will let me hold her hand and then take me where I want to go. I am still such a child.
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