I stepped back slightly and Lillian took my hand.

“Ruth tells me great things about you. I will help refine your knowledge and techniques. Are you happy to proceed?” I detected a slight northern Irish accent.

I looked at Ruth, she signified agreement with a nod. I looked Lillian in the eye.

“Yes. What do we do?”

“I have a place in Leeson Street for a week, as you can probably tell from my accent, I’m not from Dublin.”

“I can tell, Lillian. I like your accent.”

“Thank you, Tony. What’s your schedule, time-wise? I’m available to you at all times. You let me know when and I’ll facilitate you, morning, noon or night.”

“I work just around the corner in Fitzwilliam Street. I start at 9:00 and finish at 5:00 with an hour for lunch. I have weekends too.”

“Very good. Does tomorrow at 10:00 suit? We can get a lot done without interruption.”

“Perfect. Where do I go?”

“I’ll text you in a few minutes.”

“Grand. I’d best get back to work, thanks for everything, Ruth, and I’ll see you soon, I hope.”

I went to her and kissed her. She pulled me into a hug and I whispered in her ear.

“I love you. Can’t wait for our date.”

She touched my face and kissed me. I was sad but a little intrigued as I left the house. I got to the office a little after 1:00 and headed straight to the canteen. Smithser was there talking to someone on his phone. I didn’t know who he was talking to, as he said with his trademark little smirk,

“Well, they say size isn’t everything, love. If you know how to use it.”

Then,

“I prefer to use millimetres. Mine is seven and three-eighths inches by a Coca-Cola can in size.

Then,

“The new can. We aren’t uncivilised.”

Then,

“Maybe so, but you wouldn’t want a wart that size over your eye”

He started laughing and said, “Very good, pick me up at eight then.”

He sat back in his chair.

“Jesus, save me from eighteen-year-old blondes.”

“Is she your daughter?” I asked him.

He threw his empty sandwich carton at me.

“Let me know when you’re getting your first ride. I’ll come over and kick your arse to help you along,” he said.

“Can you get your foot up that high without a nurse holding you up?”

Alison came in just at that moment. She screamed with laughter.

“Fuck, Smithser. You’re slowing up, and not in a good way.”

“Now I’m getting double-teamed by the nerds, I’m off.”

“Hey, stud,” she lowered her voice.

“Shut up. Someone will hear you.”

“Grab your tea and meet me in my office. I have something for you.”

I made two teas and took two sandwiches out of the fridge before following Ali up the stairs.

“Here you go, Ali,” I put her food on the desk.

“Thanks, stud.”

“You’re gonna have to stop calling me that around the office.”

“This room is soundproof.”

“Even still,” I said. “What have you got for me?”

“Are we going out tonight?”

“Aren’t we going to a gig tomorrow night?”

“Yes, but tonight is before that.”

“Ok. Where would you like to go?”

“Bed.”

“Jesus!”

“Is that a good Jesus, or a baby Jesus?”

“No. It’s a surprised expression. But yes is the answer. Only thing is, I have to leave before ten, I’m picking my sister up at a school disco at 10:30.”

“Do you want to stay over tomorrow night?”

“Yes.”

“Good. So here’s what I want to show you. Turn around and close your eyes.”

“For fuck sake.”

“Just do it, stud.”

I turned around. About a minute later I heard,

“You can turn around and open your eyes.”

I turned around. I had to smile when I saw it

“My thong,” I said.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re giving it to me, aren’t you?”

“I brought it in for you so, duh.”

“Thank you,” I said, as I took it from her.

“I want a kiss for it,”

“Oh, go on, then,”

She squealed and pulled me into a long, involved kiss.

“Nice,” she said and licked my lip.

I started laughing. She was a nut. I pulled her to me and hugged her.

“Can you kiss me again? That made me wet,” she asked, “please?”

“Will it not make you wetter?”

I kissed her and couldn’t help myself as my hands drifted to her soft derrière.

“Ooh, a new move,” she said. “I love it!”

“We’ll leave here at 4:00 and I’ll give you a forensic examination at home. You can’t wimp out after two orgasms tonight.”

“That’s big talk coming from the man who stole my panties.”

“For fuck sake!”

I picked her up outside the office after work and beeped the horn at Smithser as we passed him on the road. In fairness to him, he waved at us.

“Do you want a burger or something, Alison?”

“Why are you calling me Alison?”

“It’s your fucking name.”

“Call me Ali, like you always do.”

“I like Alison better. Now do you want a fucking burger?”

“Yeah, why not.”

We stopped at a food truck by the canal, she said it was her favourite burger. By the time we reached her house, she had demolished it.

“Are you not hungry, Tone?”

“Tone? What happened to stud?”

“You stole my panties.”

“I have them in my pocket if you want them back.”

“You probably tried them on. They won’t fit me now.”

We parked outside her house and went inside. She went upstairs to change and I started on my burger. The thing was huge. I heard the shower running and about thirty minutes later, as I was watching a football show on tv, I heard her calling me. I ignored her. She called me again. I heard her run to the landing and then down the stairs.

“Fuck sake! Deaf fucker,” she muttered under her breath.

“Hey, you look nice,” I said as I took her in.

She wore a pale blue, kind of loose, gypsy dress that stopped at the knee. Her hair hung free and her glasses were gone. I watched her coming through the door as I sprawled on her couch.

“Are you deaf?”

“What?”

“Are you…fuck off.”

I reached out for her. My hand stroked the back of her calf. I slid it slightly up the back of her leg, watching her all the time. I moved it to her other leg. Gently I tried to float my hand up from her calf, past her knee and onto her inner left thigh. Then back down to behind her knee, just stroking her lightly with my fingers. Her lips pursed and her throat swallowed something. Our eyes were locked together. The tv was on but I couldn’t hear anything except her breathing. My hand ascended to her inner thigh again. Her eyes closed and her head leaned back. I pulled her gently towards me, my hand higher on her inner thigh, her soft, smooth skin causing an erection. Higher still my hand floated until the edge of my finger met her vagina and sensed her arousal through the wetness of her underwear. Her head lolled around and her breathing was intermittent and heavy. I sat up and pulled her to me on the couch. She opened her eyes and I swam in them as I bent my head to kiss her.

Her hand stroked my face as we kissed. She looked at me and smiled,

“Let’s go upstairs, Tony, please.”

“It’s nice here, love.”

“Oh, God. I don’t care any more.”

She kissed me with a passion I’d never known. My hands found her breasts and she moaned. I slid her dress from her shoulders and down over her body until it was on the floor. All she had left was a pair of white panties. She was totally aroused and was demanding release. I suckled her nipple and heard a huge intake of breath. My hands teased the soft skin of her shoulders then made their way down over her back as my fingers sneaked under the waistband of her panties. I slid them off her, allowing my middle finger travel the length of her cleft. I simultaneously followed the progression of my hands with my lips and a low-pitched purring sound came from her throat. My tongue floated across her skin as she parted her legs and she exploded the very second the tip met the outer lips of her labia. I maintained contact with my tongue as she struggled to regain control of her body, which was twitching erratically. I pushed her legs further apart and began to massage the inner lips of her labia, lapping up her excretion of fluid as I did so.

Eventually, she reached a level of control and she pulled me to her, laid her head flat on the cushion and breathed for a while. She lifted her head and kissed me softly, looking into my soul as she did so.

“You fucker,” she whispered. “you planned that, didn’t you?”

“No, Alison. I honestly didn’t. Now let’s go to bed.”

She jumped up and made a movement to run up the stairs. I stopped her, took her hand and slowly walked upstairs. She watched me all the way. When we reached her bedroom she sat on the bed, unsure of what was next. I undressed as she lay on the flat of her back, arms wide and hair splayed across the pillow. She was beautiful naked.

“Please, Tony. Don’t make me wait.”

“I won’t.”

As I placed my knee on the bed, her arms reached for me, we kissed deeply and our skin joined fully. She reached down and took me inside her with a huge sigh. It was no more than ten strokes before she climaxed. I stayed inside her as her vagina muscles contracted and released me. I turned on my back and she laid on top of me.

“Tony, I’m gonna go again.”

“Do it for me Alison. I love when you come on me.”

“Fuck,” she grunted as she rocked her hips along my penis. “I can’t believe this. I’m coming again.”

“Take it.”

The first scream accompanied a deluge from inside her. The second accompanied the movement of my penis as I thrust gently in and out of her. The third scream nearly pierced my ears as she buckled under what felt like the biggest orgasm so far. She disconnected with a delicious shiver caused by the extraction of my penis as it stimulated the aroused nerve endings of her vagina. She pulled me to her and we kissed.

“Give me a few minutes, Tony. You’re turn next.”

“For what.”

“You’ll find out. I want you as deep inside me as you can get and I need to feel you coming.”

Several minutes later we did just that. We fell asleep. I woke earlier than her and left at 9:25. She was sound asleep and it would have been a crime to wake her. I silenced her phone and texted her, “g’night, beautiful, cu tmoz.”

The next morning, I was led to a building in Leeson Street by Lillian’s text. I arrived a little early and, given Ruth’s reaction to being early, I waited in the car for the right time. I pushed the button on the intercom at 10:00 precisely. It buzzed and I was met by her on the first floor landing.

“Welcome, Tony. Right on time.”

“Good morning, Lillian.”

“So Ruth brought me up to speed on your progress. You seem to have most of the basics to hand so we’ll work on the more advanced areas now.”

“Ok.”

“I’m going to change out of these clothes. Make yourself at home for five minutes.”

She disappeared through a door in the corner. I had a quick look around the apartment. It was beautifully renovated by good tradesmen. It was a listed building and all the mouldings and sash windows were nicely restored or sympathetically manufactured. I was testing one of the windows for air tightness when she returned.

“I see you’re a knowledgeable young man, is that a good way to check for air tightness?”

“It’s not definitive by any means, Lillian, but it could trigger a full air tightness survey.”

“Interesting.”

She had changed into a black silk robe and she was quite striking. She sat on a stool beside me with her hands in her pockets.

“My function is to take you beyond the physical into the emotional and ethereal areas of relationships. You need to understand the wheres and the hows of a woman’s anatomy.”

“Ok.”

“Ruth showed you her clitoris. Hers is quite evolved, others are less so. You have to seek it out. Mine is somewhere in the middle, would you like to see if you can find it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok, well let’s adjourn next door. I’ll go ahead and you join me when you’ve undressed.”

I was with her in less than a minute. She smiled when I came in.

“Ok. You obviously know where the clitoris is located. It’s the most sensitive part of her vagina. There is another one, equally as sensitive, inside her vagina, I’ll show you that one next.”

“Ok.”

“In order to help in finding it we need stimulation. It’s optimal to be relaxed and warm as you would be while making love. So we’re going to start with kissing and I want you to begin your love-making technique to help me.”

“What do I do?”

“Do what you do with Ruth or with a girl.”

“Ok.”

I took her hand and led her to the bed, where I took her in my arms and kissed her. She stopped me.

“I want you to try proper French kissing.”

“I was going to.”

“I’ll show you how you French kiss,” she said. “French kissing starts out with lots of little soft kisses, butterfly kisses to both lips and then introduces the tongue to those kisses, graduating to slightly longer intimate kisses using the tongue. If done correctly a kiss can induce an orgasm in a woman.”

“I’ll try.”

She put her arms around my neck and smiled at me. We kissed softly and quickly, and her head was in constant motion leaning one way and then the other. When she introduced her tongue it was only to touch mine briefly, like an unspoken promise. I quickly relaxed as we found our rhythm and began finding little places on her neck, ears and throat that brought a frisson of reaction. She stepped back suddenly.

“You’re a quick study, Tony. That was really good. You make me feel young again.”

“You’re only as old as you feel, Lillian,” I said and kissed her again.

She smiled as I kissed under her chin, pulling on the sash of her robe as I did so. It fell away to the floor and I sat on the bed pulling her down with me. She was flat on her back as I stroked just below her left breast. Her breasts were larger than Ruth’s or Ali’s and were covered by a black lace bra which I quickly manoeuvred off, setting her beautiful breasts free. Her nipples were brown and stuck out further than Ruth’s, and I heard a sharp intake of breath as my fingers found the sensitive part.

I then took one in my mouth and she began to writhe on the bed beneath me. I kissed her navel and placed my head on her stomach so I could see my hand as it slipped inside the edge of a black lace thong, letting the back of my hand feel her skin and her pubic hair. My fingers slid between her legs and gently stroked the soft wetness of her vulva then moving to slip her thong off so I could get my tongue between the lips of her labia. She opened her legs and, using my fingers and tongue I began to search for her clitoris. I knew where Ruth’s was and figured Lillian’s would be somewhere close. Lillian was raising her hips and lowering them methodically but I finally felt the little hard nubbin with my relaxed tongue and, just as I made contact, Lillian’s hips shot high in the air as she lost control and reached her climax. She closed her eyes for a short while before speaking.

“That was amazing, Tony. You know the clitoris and its effect. Do you know about the G spot?”

“No,” I said, as I held and stroked her hand.

“It’s just inside my vagina. It’s very sensitive and can be stimulated by the finger, penis and tongue if you’re a lucky girl. Watch where I’m putting my finger.”

She used her middle finger and curled it inwards, pushing it in a couple of inches before smiling.

“Now you try, you’ll notice the change in texture. The inside of my vagina is quite smooth and my G spot feels like a cattle grid. When you find it just massage it slightly, it’s not big, so small movements pay big results.”

She led my hand to her vagina and guided my finger in. It took me some time but I eventually found it close to where she said it would be. She moaned again.

“That’s it, Tony, you found it,” she breathed the words. “It feels wonderful”

I continued rubbing the spot and felt the heat from her vagina. She had released some fluid during her orgasm and my hand was soaked as I thrusted my finger in and out. I noticed her clitoris had swollen and was accessible so I wrapped the tip of my tongue around it which brought her to another climax.

“Can I try it with my penis, Lillian?”

“Yes. Yes.”

“She led me to her vagina and I watch as she kind of dipped it into her swollen labia and held it before moving it along and between the soft pink lips. Over and back, several times before I felt myself building to a climax.

“I’m gonna come, Lillian. Do you have a condom?”

“I want you all the way inside me. You and your seed, darling boy.”

I did what she asked and pushed all the way inside her before feeling my penis almost explode as it filled her. She spoke after several minutes

“We’ll take a break there, Tony. Some tea and a shower. I think. I’ll make the tea if you’d like to shower first.”

After showering I joined her for tea in the dining room.

“You’re learning fast, young man, she said. “Are you getting some extra curricular practice?”

“There’s a girl I know. She’s a friend.”

“A girlfriend?”

“No, she didn’t even look at me until this week.”

“Be careful, Tony. The more you learn the more you’ll practice with her. At some point, she’ll want to know where you’re learning this from.”

“I’m very careful, Lillian.”

“Good boy,” she said, and kissed me as she went off to shower.

When she came back she was wearing a purple bra and bikini set.

“Shall we?”

I took her hand and we went into the bedroom.

“Ok. There are three ways of stimulating the G spot with your penis. The trick is to know the angle of penetration. Your penis is slightly curved upwards so you should be able to hit it in the normal way. We’ll try that presently. The next is with the woman sitting astride you with your penis all the way inside her. She can then move herself to connect her G spot with the head or shaft of your penis. All you need do is listen to her and do whatever she needs to achieve orgasm. The third is if you enter her from behind and likewise she has most of the control until you find the correct angle of entry. Once again, listen to her and help her get there. I don’t know how many of these I can manage in one day at my age but we’ll go back to the tongue for now and see if we can get you there. I’ll start you off by taking my bra off.”

“Let me please, Lillian.”

She hooked her arms around me and we kissed her way but with a much more practiced method. When I heard a murmur from her I removed her bra and her G string. She was engrossed in our kiss and I don’t think she realised she was naked. Using my lips, tongue and a hundred soft touches to her breasts, nipples, stomach and vagina her body became alive.

“Christ. I think I’m going to orgasm,” she shouted.

“Come on my tongue, Lillian.”

She helped get my tongue in position and she keened as she held tightly to my hair as my tongue caught the viscous liquid as it dripped agonisingly slowly from her vagina. She fell forward on the bed and shook all over, I couldn’t assist her. I simply laid beside her for several minutes and held her to me until she settled.

“Are you ok, Lillian?”

“A little tired but also exhilarated. I can’t go on today, dear boy. I need to rest. Can you forgive me?”

“Of course.”

“I’m going to sleep for a while but I’d like to see you again on Monday. Can you come directly from work?”

“Yes, I can.”

I left her house and went for a walk along the canal. It was nearly 2:00 and I was starving so I got some dim sum with noodles in chicken broth and sat on a bench beside a large tree. I was wolfing it down and felt I probably looked like a starving refugee who’s been given free food for the first time in his life. I took a sip of the broth and saw Alison over at the burger van. I was about to call her when she reached out and kissed a taller blonde girl.

They were really going for it and when it stopped, the blonde girl quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching. Alison just picked up her burger and took a bite of it. I put my thinking cap on and took my phone out of my pocket. I dialled her number to see if she’d screen it. She didn’t.

“Roy,” she said. “What’re you up to?”

“Just checking everything’s good for tonight.”

“Yeppers! 7:00 at Whelans.”

“What are you up to today?”

“I’m out getting a burger with my friend, Dani, or Danielle as you’d call her.”

“You never mentioned her. Is she a schoolmate?”

“No she's just a very good friend, if you see what I’m saying. Wink. Wink.”

I laughed.

“I think I do, you play hockey together.”

“Tonsil hockey.”

“Kinky. Hey, why am I Roy now?”

“Roy Orbison. The Big O.”

I laughed

“Are you sitting under that fucking tree watching us?”

“Little bit. Quite a show from where I sit. You’re getting me all wet.”

“Don’t waste it. Come over to the house.”

“No, my van is in Leeson Street. Too much hassle.”

“Wait there, we’ll come over and ease your pain.”

They trotted over together. Danielle was a bit of a looker. Long blonde hair, lovely face and skin, nice shapely breasts undulating under her white tee shirt as she moved, long slim legs in sprayed-on jeans and I looked forward to seeing her from behind.

“Dani, Tony. Tony, Dani.”

I shook her hand and smiled at her.

“What’re you doing up this way?”

“I was in Leeson Street and finished early. I was starving and wanted some air so I walked here. I’ll leave you two lovebirds alone and head home, are we still on for tonight?”

“Fuckin’ A.”

“Great, I’ll see you then.”

She leaned in to kiss me. It pinned me to the ground. Dani looked on and grinned. Ali turned to her and said,

“He’s such a great kisser.”

“Do you rent him out?” Dani laughed.

“I’d lend him to a friend for a while if you’re interested. Be careful though, he’s addictive.”

“I’m literally standing right here, ladies,” I said.

We all laughed. Ali reached up to my ear and whispered,

“I told her about you. She’s still wet. You wanna take her for a spin at my place?”

“I’ll meet you there in ten minutes.”

She jumped like a little girl and kissed me. Dani stepped forward and said,

“Me too, please.”

I looked at Ali.

“Don’t make a liar out of me.”

“Ok, hi Dani, I’m Tony.”

I reached out and shook her hand, holding it gently in mine.

“Hi, Tony. Again,”

Still holding her hand I pulled her to me, put my arms around her and drew her close. I softly moved her hair from her face and let my thumb feather her left cheek. Her lips were opening and I used Lillian’s kiss with her. It lasted a few minutes but when it was done I stepped back and watched the effect it had on her. She was nearly in a trance.

“Okay, you two. I’ll see you in ten.”

They began to walk away but I needed to see Dani’s derrière in those jeans and I wasn’t disappointed. Ali came back with a pout on her face

“You never kiss me like that.”

“I’ve just perfected it. Come here you gorgeous woman.”

I kissed her the same way, she was stunned.

She turned to go and just waved a hand in the air, “I don’t believe this,” she said to herself.

By the time I walked back and collected the van I was already about ten minutes late so I put the boot down. I arrived just as they were turning into the lane. Ali waved me through but I was enjoying watching Dani walk in front of the van. She had a beautiful backside and her bra was a very skimpy one from what I could see through her shirt.

We finally got inside Ali’s house and she pulled out drinks for us. Ali and Dani had wine while I had water. Ali, as usual came straight to the point.

“I’m gonna get out of here for an hour and leave you two together. I’m not getting involved because Tony is staying over tonight and I’ve a gig to see.”

She grabbed a handbag and her keys and left us alone.

“Well that was strange, even for Ali,” I said. “So tell me about you, Danielle.”

She spoke quietly with a nice melody. Her eyes were very expressive and she was the most beautiful girl I had ever been alone with.

“Do you have a fiancé, Danielle?”

"No. I’m single.”

“I can’t believe a beautiful girl like you would ever be single for long.”

“I’ve never had a real boyfriend for more than a couple of weeks. I thought the last one would stick but it didn’t.”

“Why did you think that?”

“Ali told me to screw him, so I did.”

“How was that for you?”

“Not good.”

“In what way?”

”You know.”

“How could I know?”

“It just was.”

“Was he rough or gentle?”

“Rough.”

I reached out and took her hand, then lifted the stray hair that had fallen across her face. This girl was fragile, I’d have to be very careful.

“I’d love if we could kiss again, Danielle, you’re a fantastic kisser.”

“You really think so?”

“Yes.”

No other words were spoken as she came into my arms and I kissed her gently, focusing on her lips, my right hand touching her face. When I introduced my tongue to hers she took a little move backwards but then hers engaged mine and she became more active. We eventually came up for air and she didn’t let go as she waited for another but I kissed her neck instead, then under her chin. She hugged me close and my hands found the bottom of her tee shirt and slipped under it to massage her so soft back. I kissed her again, this time with Lillian’s kiss and she was purring as she lost herself in it. I lifted her Tee shirt and opened her bra in almost one movement while maintaining the kiss. My hand found her breast with a grossly extended but amazing nipple.

“Can I kiss your breasts, Danielle?”

“Oh please, they’re tingling.”

I lifted her tee shirt over her head and she laid back on the couch and held my head as I suckled both nipples and focused all of my finger’s movements on her breasts and nipples alone. She was squirming and groaning under me.

“What would you like, Danielle?”

“I want you to love me, Tony. Please.”

“I will, if you’ll love me too.”

“Oh my Christ. Yes.”

“Will I take your jeans off or do you want to do it?”

“They’re very tight so I’ll do it.”

She had them off in seconds, it would have taken me an hour and the hire of an excavator. A small white thong remained. She seemed to enjoy talking to me.

“Can I take your thong off?”

“In a minute.”

“Let’s go upstairs, it’s more comfortable.”

“Yes, thank you.”

I held her as we walked slowly up the stairs. She stopped halfway there and said,

“I’m not experienced, Tony, please don’t get angry with me.”

“Was the last guy angry?”

“Yes.”

“Well, he’s an idiot.”

I stroked her skin anywhere I could and it calmed her. She opened the bedroom door and all I could see was her fantastic body, clad only in a tiny white thong. When we got in she sat on the bed and I kissed her again. I undressed quickly and stood naked in front of her. I lay on the bed and pulled her to me. We laid there for some time and I feathered her breasts and nipples until they rose again.

I kissed her again, a long soul-searching kiss that had her purring contentedly. I kneeled between her legs and kissed her stomach, she groaned. I then pulled the waistband of her thong away and let my tongue wander along her mons, dampening the blonde landing strip that signposted the way. She lifted her knees allowing the thong to be removed and it felt impossibly wet. I put them to my nose and tasted them as she watched me in confusion.

I opened her legs and placed my tongue inside her labia lips. She tasted wonderful and her smell was heavenly. As I moved my tongue slightly through her vulva she started to tremble and writhe. I held on to her hips as she finally and literally exploded with a scream and a torrent of,

“Tony, Tony, Tony, Tony, I’m gonna die!”

I kissed her again, a slow, deep life enhancing kiss. She was ready for me. I whispered,

“You’re a beautiful angel, Danielle. I want to make love to you.”

“Oh yes, Tony, yes,” she said, as my penis entered her tight vagina.

Because of my earlier exertions with Lillian, it took me twice as long as usual. I felt Danielle’s vaginal muscles close me down three times as she reached orgasm. Her head moved as if in a frenzy until I felt myself come to the boil.

“I’m gonna come, Danielle. Do you want me to pull out.”

“No. Never. I need to feel this please”

I sucked hard on her nipple as my thrusts became faster until I finally emptied my seed inside her beautiful vagina. I stayed inside her just rocking my hips gently until she cried out again in one more signal of orgasm. She was amazing, I had lost count of them.

We dozed off in each other’s arms. I was awoken by Danielle kissing me. She was smiling, her face was open and happy. She was dazzling.

“Thank you, Tony.”

“Thank you, Danielle”

“Can we do this again?”

“Yes, I’d love to. Text me your address and I’ll have your number too. You can call me anytime.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“Yes.”

“Ali tried to show me how to go down on someone. Will you show me?”

“Now?”

“No. Next time?”

“I’ll happily show you. Just give me a call when you have time.”

She went to get out of bed. I stopped her.

“What’s wrong, Tony?”

“I need to do one thing before we get dressed.”

“What?”

“I’ve been fascinated by your backside since we met.”

“You want anal?”

“No.”

“I don’t mind if you do.”

“Can you lie on your front?”

She turned over and I lifted her hips slightly. I placed the tip of my tongue inside her vagina as she moaned. I pulled her knees apart and licked her perineum as she groaned louder. Her scent changed as her desire rose. She needed to climax. I slipped my finger inside her vagina and searched around until I found her G-spot and massaged it slowly as she soared towards another, bigger climax. She took off like a rocket, releasing a large amount of fluid on my hand. I let my fingers travel her cleft from the top of her buttocks. down her cleft, lightly touching her anus as they moved past, a little massage of her perineum, finally finishing at her clitoris.

She clung to me as she slowly descended to earth. This beautiful girl had only me to look after her at this precise moment. Given her previous experience, it was difficult to comprehend the level of trust she had placed in me. As she recovered she kissed my chest.

“Hey there, beautiful. How do you feel?” I asked.

“I have nothing to compare it to, Tony,” she said, “I feel like one of those leaves in October, falling from a tree. You know how they float down slowly and swing from side to side as they spin and fall?”

“Yes, I know exactly what you mean.”

“It’s such a peaceful feeling.”

“Yes, it is.”

“I’m going to call this my first time. It blows my whole previous life away.”

I placed my hand on her backside and stroked her skin gently. She wriggled further into me before leaning on me and looking straight at me.

“Next time we do this I want to do something for you. This was totally new to me but I know a bit more now.”

“We’re both still learning, Danielle, next time will be many levels better.”

“Mmm.”

There was a knock on the door immediately followed by Alison coming through.

“Hey lovebirds. You two look very cosy.”

“Ali!” Danielle exclaimed as she tried to pull the bedcover over us.

“I’ve seen it all before, Dani. So how did it go?”

“Time for me to hit the road, ladies,” I said, and got out of bed.

“Ok. I’ll see you outside Whelans at 7:00,” Ali said. “Be on time.”

“I’ll be there.”

I kissed her and dressed myself. I went to Danielle and kissed her and whispered, “Thank you for a wonderful afternoon, I’ll see you soon.”

“Very soon, please,” she smiled.

I ran down the stairs, jumped in the van and went home for a quick shower and whatever was left of the match on tv. I was standing outside the gig at 7:00 sharp waiting for Alison. She arrived ten minutes later accompanied by a tall, skinny bloke in a leather jacket and filthy hair.

“Hey, Roy, here long?”

“Seven as ordered,” I said.

“This is Rocco.”

“Hi, Rocco,” I said, and put my hand out to him.

He ignored me, almost with a sneer. Ali got a kick out of it.

“What’s the story here, Alison?” I asked.

They looked at each other and laughed.

“Read the room, pal,” Rocco sneered again.

“I get it, Rocco. Three’s a crowd. I’ll make this easy for you,” I said and turned away.

“Where are you going, Tony?” Alison looked confused.

“I’m going for a pint in my local.”

“Where’s your local?”

“The Sheaf.”

“In Coolock?”

“Yeah.”

Rocco took a step back. He turned to Alison,

“You didn’t tell me he was from Coolock. I’m out of here, sorry bud, I didn’t know.”

He actually ran away.

“What the fuck, Alison?”

“I’m sorry. It was a wind-up.”

“Yeah, well it kind of backfired.”

“He’s gone now, so let’s go in.”

“Nah. Suddenly I’ve gone off it,” I said. “See you Monday in work.”

I walked down Wexford Street and she ran after me, pleading with me to stay, apologising profusely, asking me not to be angry. I ignored her and found the van, jumped in and drove away, leaving her on the footpath. Strangely, I wasn’t angry at her, I was angry with myself, and confused. She was a good friend and it just became weird as I questioned everything. It occurred to me that Ali and I had never been on a proper date.

Dani seemed to be advocating or implying that we go on a date but I wouldn’t have put any money on it.

“When was the last date I was on?”

I couldn’t remember one.

As I put the keys in the ignition I heard a text. Dani sent her address. I replied, “Want to go somewhere beforehand? A drink or dinner?”

“No, I just want you in my bed, and in me.”

“What the fuck?” I thought, “This girl couldn’t even say hello this afternoon.”

I needed guidance so I called Lillian.

“Well this is a nice surprise,” she said.

“Is it ok if I get some advice please?”

“I’ll do the best I can, how was the concert?”

“I didn’t go.”

“Why not?”

I told her the story of the entire afternoon and evening.

“What are your concerns?”

“I feel like a free-access male prostitute, or gigolo, at best.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Alison blew off the midweek gig in favour of going home to bed for sex. Today, Dani wanted a repeat in a few days so she just texted me her address.”

“Oh dear, Tony. That doesn’t sound like anything more than a booty call.”

“Exactly, Lillian. What do I do?”

“You need to jettison that pair to begin with, Tony. This, Dani, girl. What were your impressions of her?”

“She seemed very fragile, emotionally, to begin with.”

“How so?”

“According to Ali and her, she hasn’t been able to stay in a relationship or even find it easy to stay more than a couple of weeks in one,” I explained. “Ali suggested an hour with me to boost her morale and it seemed to work. In that respect, I feel I’ve done her some good, at least.”

“Ah, Tony. You’ve hit the nail on the head. This is the reason that Ruth and I have, ‘taken you under our wing’, so to speak.”

“Ruth did mention something like that. Is that why I’m getting such a good grounding in this?”

“It’s too soon to say until we’re sure, but I’d say, the signs are positive.”

“So I can never have a relationship of my own?”

“Not at all. You’ll meet the girl that’s meant for you. That’s for sure. Give it time, you’re still young.”

“But I need someone who’s not damaged, who sees me for who I am and not a penis on legs.”

“And you can have that any time you wish, Tony.”

“How? I’ve never been able to do that.”

“You did it with Alison. How did that start?”

“We work together and I asked for a kiss in exchange for going to this gig tonight. I’ve always had a crush on her, but I guess she just saw something in it that I didn’t and seized the day.”

“Ok. I’ll see you on Monday as arranged. Tonight and Sunday night I want you to go out somewhere, a pub, a nightclub, anywhere there are people, and try to engage with girls around your own age or even older. You’ll never see them again, so don’t let fear of failure deter you. You have more reason to be confident around all women than most men have.”

“I can try, I suppose.”

“Dress well but not too well. Smile a little, not a lot. Muss up your hair a little bit. You’re a handsome young man, Tony, you just need a little faith in yourself. Try it and we’ll talk about it on Monday.”

“I might just do that, thanks Lillian.”

The evening was still young so I thought about what I should or could do? I thought of Smithser. He didn’t give a fuck about what anyone, let alone women, thought of him. I knew his favourite pub was the Baggot Inn and his favourite nightclub was Zhivago close by. I wasn’t too far away so I left the van and walked to the Baggot Inn. The place was nearly full and I couldn’t find him anywhere, I was about three-quarters the way into the lounge when I got a tap on the shoulder. It was Jackie MacKnight, who lived around the corner from me.

“Anto! What the fuck are you doin’ over here?”

“Looking for a guy from work, it doesn’t look like he’s here.”

“Here, sit with us. We’re just having a few gargles.”

I looked at his companions. I didn’t recall any of them. He tried to introduce me but it was too loud to hear him. There were five at the table, Jackie and four others, and I nodded hello to them. Jackie stuck a pint on for me so I was trapped. I took a seat on a low stool beside one of the three women in the group. She stuck out her hand,

“Hi Anto. I’m, Gemma.”

“Hi Gemma, lovely to meet you,” I said. “Busy in here, isn’t it?”

“Yes, Saturday is always jammers in here. Have you been here much?”

“First time, but I like it,”

“How do you know Jack? Are you friends?”

“Jack doesn’t have any friends.”

She screamed with laughter. She had her finger pointed and was shaking it while she tried to get her voice back. I had to laugh with her.

“I won’t tell Sandra you said that.”

“Who’s Sandra?” I asked.

“Sandra is my sister and Jack’s fiancée.”

“Which one is she?” I asked.

“See the blonde over there in the grey dress?”

“Yes.”

“Her.”

I looked at Sandra and then at Gemma. They didn’t look anything like sisters but both were very pretty girls.

“I can see the resemblance but I would have thought you were her daughter.”

She mock punched my arm.

“That’s an old line, Anto. But you’re good for my ego.”

“Don’t tell her I said that, Gemma. I might need to use it on her later.”

She screamed with laughter again.

“You probably would, too. But then I’d be jealous.”

“No, we couldn’t let that happen. I read once that jealousy is nothing more than a sense of a fleeting desire, or longing, for an unknown or unidentified wish and is best banished and forgotten the moment it appears.”

“Who said that?” she asked and leaned closer to me.

“I did, just then.”

She went into hysterics.

“Did you just make that up?”

“Well,” I said, and took her hand in mine, “it’s more of, my God you have soft hands, an extrapolation than an invented philosophy.”

She looked down at our hands and I immediately dropped it back into her lap, “I’m so sorry, Gemma. I wasn’t trying to be forward. I have a tendency to touch people as we talk, luckily you’re not our local priest.”

“I wasn’t complaining, Anto.”

“Good, the last thing I want is to offend you? So who are the others here?”

“I don’t know them at all, they work with Jack.”

“Both of them?”

“I think they’re married. They’re from Sweden.”

“I see, and where’s your other half?”

“I don’t have one, Anto. I’m just along for the night out. Who are you with?”

“I just came in looking for a guy I work with but he’s not here, so I’ll just drink this pint and order a round for the table and hit the bricks.”

“You will not buy a round!”

She raised her hand to hit me again but I grabbed it and held onto it.

“That’s better,” she said and smiled.

“Much better. Thank you. So where do you live, out near Jack?”

“No, I live in the IFSC. I’ve an apartment there and I work in the AIB exchange around the corner from my place.”

“We do a lot of work down there. We’re working on the new Citi Bank offices at the moment.”

“I hear they’re great to work for.”

“Yes, most banks are, I think.”

“What do you do, Anto?”

“I’m an architectural technician. Our office is in Fitzwilliam Place, right behind the light pole where the prostitutes have their office. I don’t put that on my CV, by the way.”

“Does it say, ‘unattached or attached’, on your CV, though.”

“Neither, but I am definitely unattached. I wander the worlds a sola anima, seeking my pulchrae dominae in all her forms. But as yet I am doomed to failure.”

“My God. You’ll have to tell me what you said later. It’s too loud in here to chat properly.”

I smiled. She was a very pretty girl, shoulder-length dark hair, light blue eyes, a little button nose, beautiful shapely lips and nothing much in the way of makeup except a light blush and muted eye shadow. She wore a light summer dress similar to one I had just bought my sister in M&S. I took a shot.

“I love your dress, Gemma.”

“Why, thank you,” she smiled and lowered her eyes.

“I got one just like it in M&S for my sister.”

“No. That’s where I got this. I love it.”

“It’s perfect on you.”

“Thanks, Anto. You’re very charming. Do you smoke?”

“I have the odd one when I’m drinking, do you?”

“Yes. Want to go outside for a quick one?”

“Yes, and we can have a smoke afterwards.”

“Yes, hang on, what?” she screamed again and everyone turned to look at us.

When she was ready, she led me outside by the hand. The place was packed and it was a struggle to make our way through, so I placed my hands on her waist as she walked in front of me. She turned to see who was holding her and smiled. She half turned, put her arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss. I had a decision to make. Lillian’s kiss was a very sexy kiss. Too sexy for a packed pub. I went for Ruth’s instead. It was a great choice and we were nailed to the floor. She broke the kiss and led me outside. We forgot to smoke and spent twenty minutes kissing in a dark corner of the smoking area. She just stayed with me when it finished, her arms around my neck with her head on my chest.

“Are you ok, Gemma!” I whispered.

“Oh yes, Anto. That was the most kissing I’ve ever done in one go. It was amazing. Can I have another?”

“You can have anything you wish.”

I used Lillian’s kiss this time and we were breathless afterwards.

“Oh my,” she said, “oh my. Can we get out of here?”

“Yes, I’ll get our coats.”

“I’ll get them, Sandra will be looking for me.”

“Of course. You might want to touch up your lipstick first.”

“I want them to know I’ve been kissed by a master of the art.”

I laughed and let her go.

“I’ll wait here then.”

I walked to the door and watched her as she made her way through the crowd. A voice in my ear whispered, “You little bastard.”

“Smithser! What the fuck? You frightened the shit out of me.”

“You’re coming out with me tomorrow night, pal. That woman is gonna suck you in and…”

“I know. Blow me out in bubbles. You need a new expression.”

“Will you be here tomorrow night or what?”

“It depends on how tonight goes.”

“You fucker. I’ll see you on Monday then,” he said, smiling broadly as he walked away.

Gemma bounced out and we left the pub. It was getting dark but there was an orange glow in the sky.

“Where would you like to go, Gemma?”

“Somewhere quiet. And dark, where we can kiss some more.”

“Let’s get something to eat. I know a place might fit the bill, if you don’t mind being a passenger in a van.”

“A van is dark and quiet.”

“It certainly is, but it’s parked under a streetlight.”

“Can it be moved?”

“Yes, I’m sure it can. Where do we move it to?”

“Do you know the IFSC?”

The van was no babemobile, that’s for sure, but it held a certain romance as we drove along listening to Clifford T Ward on the radio.

“I love him,” she said.

“I do too. I could listen to him all day, it’s such romantic music and he’s not afraid to throw different words into a song. He’s not shy about using phrases like, “a delicate see-through summer gown” either.”

“Wow. You know a lot about him.”

“I like him.”

“Do you like being called Anto? It’s such a Dublin aberration.”

“I much prefer, Tony. That’s what they call me in work.”

“Can I call you, Tony?”

“Of course you can.”

“Ok. Park over here in number 68, that’s my number.”

“We’re very close, Gemma, mine is 69.”

She burst out laughing again.

I stood in the living room of her apartment. I had been in several of them during construction and always felt they were a bit small. This one was on the third floor with a nice view over the train tracks at Amiens Street station. It had two bedrooms and was well-appointed and quite spacious.

“This is very nice, Gemma. I’m jealous.”

“I read once that jealousy is nothing more than a sense of a fleeting desire, or longing, for an unknown or unidentified wish and is best banished and forgotten the moment it appears.”

“Haha. Touché. You listened to me.”

“I did.”

“You listened to me.”

I couldn’t believe it.

“I did.” She croaked more than whispered.

We kissed, long and deep. We came up for air.

“Let’s go in here.”

She led me to her bedroom.

She kissed me, then nuzzled my neck. I found the pull on her zipper and slid it down a few inches.

“Is this ok, Gemma?” I whispered.

“Yes.”

I zipped it all the way to the stop and gently lifted it from her shoulders, slipping it over her hips and onto the floor. I let the top of my tongue touch her neck as my hands sought the touch of the skin of her back. She pulled my tee shirt over my head as I watched her open my belt while also watching her breathing as her white lace bra rose and fell. She wore a matching G string and she looked beautiful. I stepped out of my trousers and held her to me as we kissed. I eased her bra open and it slipped off easily. She pushed my boxers down, leaving me naked with a painful erection, I lay on the bed and brought her to me. She let her head fall back on the pillow and I bent my lips to hers. Lillian’s kiss could be adapted to a more erotic form by simply teasing her tongue a little more and adding slightly more pressure to her lips. I heard a whimper from her as I touched her breast and held it softly in my hand.

“My God, Tony. Where have you been all my life,” she moaned as she squirmed beneath me.

I took her erect pink nipple into my mouth and felt her shiver. My hand reached for the waistband of her G string and slipped underneath to an erotic groan. I felt a small landing strip of soft trimmed hair and my lips joined my hand in removing the sodden lace underwear from her hips. I slid the thong down to her ankles as she bent her knees to allow me to remove them completely. This exposed her vulva to me and I let my tongue taste her. She was delicious. She shivered. My hand held the insides of her thighs as my tongue slid between the lips of her vulva and slowly teased the sensitive pink membrane. My fingers opened her up to allow my tongue access her vestibule. Her hips arched, her legs closed and squeezed my head as she hit an intense climax causing her to release orgasmic fluid and cry out,

“Oh my God! Oh My God! Oh my God!”

She pulled my lips to hers and we kissed passionately. Her tongue was feverish and her lips almost tried to swallow me whole.

“Oh, Tony. You are an angel sent from heaven. I’ve dreamed of having an orgasm and it is beyond what I ever imagined. I want you inside me, please.”

“Will I get a condom?”

“No need, I’m on the pill.”

She was lying on the bed with her legs wide, inviting me inside. Her vulva shone with her wetness as the moisture caught the ambient light and like a lighthouse, guided me home. I dipped my head and licked as much of the fluid away as I could, which caused a tremor from Gemma’s hips. She was manically teasing her own nipples as my tongue travelled through the valley between them. She jerked as my penis found her vagina and she sighed as it slid inside her, millimetre by agonising millimetre.

“I want it, Tony,” she whispered hoarsely.

I slipped it in a little more. She gasped. I finally was fully inside her as she ground her vulva against me. I made slow, gentle thrusts to try and stimulate her G spot but I had the wrong angle.

I bent and took a nipple in my mouth and suckled on it. I could feel a stream of wetness flowing from her and down over my scrotum. I increased the pace and depth of my thrusts, gradually building momentum, echoing the rising volume and increasing pace of her breathless keening.

She was very animated as her need arose. She was on her journey to orgasm and I slowed down in order to keep pace. Her breaths were microseconds apart and I knew she was about to turn the final corner so I increased my tempo and reached my peak a few seconds before hers.

She held on tightly as control of her movement eluded her. I stayed with her as her body shook with huge tremors. Her vaginal muscles held me in place and it was a warm, soft cocoon that held me until her breath and her body came back to me and she settled beneath me, her eyes closed and her lips making involuntary movements of remembered ecstasy.

“Gemma?”

“I could see flashing lights, Tony. You’re absolutely amazing.”

I smiled.

“I couldn’t have done it alone. Let’s take a break for a few minutes. Do you want to smoke?”

“Only if you’ll have one. I’m not leaving you in here alone.”

“I’ll join you.”

She kissed me with warm lips and tongue.

“Where do we smoke?”

“On the balcony, naked. It’s a beautiful night.”

A beautiful girl and a beautiful night to end a not-so-beautiful day.

TBC