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something was
missing -and she knew what that something was.
    He let go of
her and started taking his own clothes off. She stood there, still
clasping the hairbrush.
    “Dick - it’s my
first time. You’ll be gentle, won’t you?”
    “Of course,
darling. Now put the hairbrush down. You won’t be feeling that on
your bottom. How silly of you to feel that you had to mortify your
soul or something! But it was rather sweet, all the
same!”
    Reluctantly,
she laid the brush back on the glass top of the dressing table.
    “Now, come
here!” He pulled her gently down on to the bed, moving the sheet
and blanket aside so that they could slip underneath. She could
feel his manhood hard against her groin. She knew she wanted to do
this, but somehow she didn’t feel quite ready. She took a deep
breath.
    “It’s OK,
sweetie.” She heard the tearing of foil and then a sharp, almost
pungent smell. She could feel him groping to slip on the condom.
Then he rolled her over on to her back and was kissing her again,
on the mouth, the neck, her throat, and lower. He ran his tongue
softly around her nipples, trying to tease them into arousal. They
sulked.
    His right hand
caressed her leg, moved up her thigh, and cupped itself around her
bottom. This was better. She wiggled gently. Then, just as she was
feeling that things were moving in a more promising direction, he
slipped his hand across the top of her hips and his fingers started
a gentle delving. Once again, her libido threatened to take a lunch
break. She sighed. Encouraged, Dick probed further. He was
breathing heavily now, reaching the stage where brakes are no
longer available. He pushed is way into her, there was a momentary
stab of pain, and then a rhythmical movement which reminded her,
for some completely inappropriate reason, of the motor of her
beloved Morris Minor. These are not the sort of thoughts you are
supposed to entertain in this rather special situation. The engine
jerked a few times and then puttered to a stop.
    “Oh, darling,”
Dick was almost hyperventilating, “that was wonderful . Was
it good for you, too?”
    “Mmmm!
Terrific!” At least she didn’t add “Thank you.”
    Minutes later,
Dick was fast asleep, purring like a cat. Miss Holloway lay on her
back, staring at the gently moving pattern made by the shadow of
the trees on the ceiling.
    So that, she
wondered, was it ?
    Some more
months would pass before she would find out that it wasn’t.
     

Chapter 5
Anna
    Anna, alone in
the house, watched the raindrops running down her bedroom window.
She was trying to stimulate herself, but somehow she couldn’t get
into the required spirit. She sat up, straightened her knickers and
lay back on her bed. What was the missing element?
    She shared the
interests of so many girls of that era as they approached
adulthood. Her hormones raged at the sight and sound of Elvis and
his gyrating hips. Posters of a smouldering James Dean decorated
her walls. Like most - if not all her friends, despite some of
their fanciful boasts - she was still a virgin. Sex had only raised
its head in her life in the form of some back-row fumblings in the
cinema, where - despite her own arousal - she had always arrested
the boy’s creeping hand before it had reached its goal. She had, of
course, masturbated for years - something she acknowledged only to
her closest friends during particularly intimate girly-talk
sessions. But today none of the usual imaginary triggers - tall,
lantern-jawed adolescents with smoky eyes, swivel-hipped rock
musicians, or even assured and confident father-figures - was doing
anything for her.
    She sighed, got
up and sat at her dressing table. She examined herself in the
mirror. She was tall for her age, with long legs that she knew
attracted admiring glances from the boys, especially when she wore
her most daringly short skirts (the ones she changed into at
friends’ houses so that her own parents wouldn’t see them). Today,
however, she was wearing