The Northumberland mining village, with its terraced houses, cobbled streets and neighbours always stood around talking, gossiping the day away was my home.
I first saw Christine pass by the window of our miners’ cottage, Wow, I thought, she is so lovely. She wasn’t flighty, didn’t dress to kill, didn’t need to she was class personified.
For weeks, I tried to get Christine to notice me, to create opportunities to talk to her. When the opportunities did arise, I bottled it, my courage just failed me. I practiced what I was going to say but each time our paths crossed words deserted me or seemed stupid or inappropriate. I was desperate, I knew others had their eye on her as well.
“I’ve seen yer, can’t take yer eyes off her, can yer lad?” My father challenged me bluntly. “What’s up with yer, got water in yer veins?”
“It’s easy for you to talk, but I don’t know what to say.” I hit back.
“Got to teach you everything?” He shot back with that glare in his eyes that made me feel small and inadequate. “Yer know where she lives don’t yer?”
I nodded affirmatively.
“Well, if yer want to carry on being my son, go knock on the door.” He said in his usual gruff, no nonsense manner. “When she answers tell her you’ve come to take her to the dance tonight, tell her yer’ll call for her at eight o’clock. Just go and bloody say it, but for God’s sake say it as if yer don’t expect her to refuse. You’ve to be assured where women are concerned, if they see any hint of lack of confidence yer dead.”
It took more courage than it did to go down the pit where I worked, that didn’t frighten me at all, but I did as my old dad said, she looked aghast.
“Don’t be late.” I said while her mouth was still open, “I’ll come for you at eight, on the dot.”
“I can’t, I’ve promised to go and see a friend tonight.” She said gathering her wits.
“Right,” I responded, “Well get back in time and I’ll see you at eight,” trying to be alpha male and confident like my Dad.
“Eight o’clock on the dot” I reaffirmed as I turned quickly on my heels before she gathered her wits again. I had surprised myself, in reality I was falling apart at the seams.
Seven o’clock I was ready, I looked in the mirror fancying myself something rotten but would she go with me, well I had to go and see.
At eight o’clock, I knocked on the door, I was confronted by Christine’s father, a large man, 6ft 3 inches, massive shoulders and hands like shovels. I am 5ft 9 inches myself but this man seemed like a giant in the doorway.
“What’s tha want, Tommy?” he growled, eyes piercing, looking down at me.
“I’ve come for Christine.” I tried to sound assertive and unafraid, sticking my chest out, feeble by comparison with that confronted me.
There was silence that seemed to last forever, his eyes suggesting I was a totally inadequate suitor for Christine.
“Well tha’d better come in and get her then lad.” He said challenging my courage and raising himself to his full height and massive, intimidating width. Gingerly I squeezed past him as he glared at me with a kind of disdain. Christine was stood there looking absolutely radiant; she smiled coyly and lowered her eyes. She was wearing a beautiful knee-length blue dress; her gorgeous blonde hair flowed down over her shoulders settling on her breasts at either side.
It was the start of our courtship. It was a glorious summer and we spent every possible moment together. We loved each other intensely; I will never forget that wonderful moment when we first held hands, her slender hand in mine and the electric impulses that ripped through my body.
We walked in the country lanes and fields around Ashfield, kissing, holding hands and walking along arm-in-arm. I was 19 years old and Christine was just 18. We kissed we held each other, her body was so soft, so feminine against my rugged unyielding frame and the feel of her slender waist in my arms was deeply exciting.
One such glorious summer’s day we walked and talked, all the intoxicating scents of the country side filling our nostrils. She wore a beautiful, blue, flowered dress with a modest exposure of cleavage; I held her to me, my arm around her slender, soft body, and her head on my shoulder. We sat on the grass watching the butterflies floating, landing and gliding gracefully away again.
We kissed, flushed with the excitement of our love; I had my arms around her feeling her sensuous curves.
“You do love me don’t you Tommy?” Christine asked me over and over during our embraces, she constantly needing re-assurance and I never failed to provide it.
Gently I rolled her to the ground; we continued kissing as we had done numerous times before, the grass beneath us smelling so sweet, so seductive. I could feel the passion building inside me as our kissing intensified, my chest tightening constricting my breathing.
Our kissing intensified, Christine’s arms reaching over my shoulders pulling me to meet her lips. I could feel my chest pressing against her cleavage setting the blood coursing through my veins.
“Oh, I love you Tommy, I love you so much.” She panted with real feeling in her fevered breath.
“I love you too, oh God I love you too.” I responded with equal fervour.
Daringly I moved my hand from her waist, over her hips and down the outside of her thigh reaching the soft curve of her knee. my heart racing like a train and using my fingers, I slipped inside the hem of her dress finding her thigh. Gently, ever so gently, I stroked her just above the knee.
Feeling further along the top of her thigh, my chest tightening more like it was about to cave in, I was aware of reaching the top of her beautiful, long thighs, how far before she stops me?
“Oh Tommy, Tommy,” she moaned kissing me even more passionately, there was a feeling of electricity, pent up energy, adrenalin surging through every sinew of my body
Christine was eagerly responding, her tongue inside my mouth, darting in every direction, searching, pressing wildly. My hand moved to the inside of her thighs, which opened spontaneously to my exploring fingers and soon I could feel the wetness of her pussy through her knickers. She seemed to stiffen as if realising the magnitude of where we were heading.
“Oh Tommy, are you sure?” she said, her head moving backwards exposing her neck.
I nestled my lips into her exposed neck, kissing her, moving to her ear and caressing it with my tongue. I reached for the elastic of her knickers pulling them down her thighs. Soon her panties were around her calves, I maintained our kissing, not allowing her passion to subside until I moved to pull her white panties off.
Christine looked at me, her clear, blue eyes almost appealing to me to reconsider the enormity of what we were about to do. She drew up her knees and pressed them together attempting hide her embarrassment and straighted her dress. I placed my hands on her knees and pushed them apart. With her thighs wide apart I had a perfect view of Christine’s cute, little pussy until she quickly placed her hand over it. It was the first time I had seen a woman’s pussy so exposed and I took hold of her hand and moved to one side and heard her gasp “Oh, good lord,” as once again my eyes gained access to her slit.
Unbuckling my belt and pushing my trousers over my hips, down my thighs along with my underpants, my cock emerged firm, erect and throbbing, poised to take Christine’s pussy.
“Tommy, Tommy, it’s my first time, don’t hurt me.”
“Not for the world,” I said, “I wouldn’t hurt you for anything.”
My cock was in my hand, the end swollen, throbbing and twitching. I found her sweet petals and ever so gently pressed against them. I moved my cock-end tenderly and exotically around the entrance to Christine’s vagina, pressing against her little hole easing forward with gentle tenderness, sensitively parting her sweet, petals and tenderly, thrusting a little at a time. With each small advance, I felt Christine stiffen slightly.
“It’s OK sweetheart, I won’t hurt you, I promise.” How I knew this I don’t know, it was my first time too.
Half of my thick cock-end had entered Christine and I could feel her stirring to the feel of it. My prick in my hand I massaged her pussy, slowly withdrawing and re-entering a little further. Christine’s body relax and her breathing became rapid with uncontrolled, spasm-like breaths as I pushed a little deeper and felt a slight resistance against the tingling, tip of my prick. I forced it tenderly a little further. Christine stiffened and grimaced with the sudden sharp pain. I knew her virginity was gone. She had given me her cherry.
My cock was half way inside her and placing my hands under her knees I raised them onto my shoulders as I entered her as deep as could. The feeling was so intensely and lovingly exotic.
Continuing my slow deliberate, gentle, loving thrusts, drawing my cock slowly out feeling every bit of her inner, pussy, which felt like velvet around my shank. I could tell that she was enjoying the sensation of exploring my solid, muscular length. The love I felt for this lovely sweet creature in my arms seemed to deepen as the softness of her rich, femininity caressed my virgin manhood.
I could now see her petals clinging to my shaft through the fine, pubic hairs guarding her pussy, which was straining to contain my thick, shank, which looked so ruggedly gruesome compared to the soft, sweetness of Christine’s tender, vulnerable pussy. As her breathing became erratic and her facial ecstasy plainer to see my own excitement grew stronger, my thrusts increased, I had stopped being gentle, now thrusting into her harder and faster.
Christine was having an orgasm, it seemed like wave after wave was causing her body to spasm violently, it was the first time I had witnessed it and although it was frightening I didn’t stop, I couldn’t stop. My arse was jerking faster, thrusting like a jackhammer. Christine’s orgasm subsided and she entered the realms of pure joy.
I could feel the onset of my own orgasm, the heavenly, acidic, tingling, like vinegar racing into cock. My brain screamed “WITHDRAW, “NOW, NOW,” but a greater compulsion urged me not to.
Falling forward, letting go of her legs, now wide open across the grass beneath her I pushed hard against her. Christine wrapped her legs around my waist holding me inside her as everything in the world seemed to stop. The birds seemed silent, or I couldn’t hear them, the breeze in the trees stopped rustling as if to share this wonderful moment with two lovers.
Then everything within me, every nerve, every sinew, seemed in harmony to pump loving sperm deep into Christine, she seemed completely receptive to its warm, tender, creamy passage.
We didn’t move for what seemed ages, we didn’t speak. She laid in my arms, her head on my chest, basking in the fading sunlight, “Oh Tommy wasn’t it wonderful?” She asked, knowing my answer.
“You were wonderful.” I said looking into her eyes. “You are wonderful. I love you so much Christine.”
We remained silent for a few moments more. Christine was the first to speak.
“Tommy,” she said, “What if I am having our baby?”
“I’ll be there Christine; I’ll always be there, for you and our babies.” And I always have been.
SirDuction says this about himself, “Although I am a man I try to write very much with women in mind, My sexual orientaion is that I am straight but find men’s erotica rather shallow. Hope you enjoy my stories.”