melanieplayful play (part 2) 
 
 
   
 
Some time after our first date I telephoned Christine again to ask her out once again. 
“I’m sorry I can’t come out at all. My parents have banned me, saying that I have to study continuously until the exams a finished in the summer.” 
“Okay. I was hoping that you could come out to play just a little bit, but never mind. I hope you do well at school and get the results you want.”  
We said our goodbyes. I met her once more when she came with her parents to visit our family. We sat at the dining-room table and played roulette. Christine’s father lost a lot of money to my father. A few months after that, my father told me that Christine’s parents were living apart and had filed for divorce. I never saw Christine again.  
A few months later, in the spring of that year, I was on an exchange visit to Greece, as a member of our school's Classical Society. Someone I met there, tells the story of our meeting... 
I, Jackie Cambouris remember being a sixteen year old school girl, at home in Athens. We lived in an apartment near Eptanissou Street. A crowd of English boys and girls came to our school. At one of the many parties we had in that fortnight, an English boy asked me to dance. As I got up from my seat I fell against him. It was an accident. I apologised profusely. I spoke good English and smiled at him as he said, "It doesn't matter."  
We found some space on the crowded dance floor, but it was rather dark in that corner of the room. I was conscious of his holding me tightly, stroking my long dark hair. I pulled him closely towards me. I smiled to myself, for I knew he could feel my heavy breasts pressing against his chest, encouraging the most intimate of embraces. He spoke tenderly, lovingly, in my ear. "You are very beautiful," he said. "And you are very fine too, with your blonde hair,” I replied. “All the girls at school like to come out on to the balcony and stare down at you during our break time.” 
"I wasn't aware of that," he replied, "but I was aware of all those girls." 
"Well, I have you to myself now."  
Another boy, who was rather drunk and tiresome, tried to cut in, and asked me to dance, but I refused. I wanted to stay close to the blonde haired boy. We decided to leave so we could be alone together. We went to the ground floor in the lift and stood in the corridor. I leaned my back against the wall, turned towards him and pulled him towards me. The light on a time-switch went out. I quickly reached for my bra strap, undid it, breathing heavily as I waited for him to respond to my uncovered breasts poking out of my shirt, unseen in the darkness.  
A lightning movement followed. He cupped them with both hands, squeezing, kneading them like the dough my mother has on her bread baking days. I loved every moment of it. I undid the buttons of my shirt as the landing light was suddenly switched on above us, exposing my shapely breasts. "Wow! They are magnificent!" he exclaimed. I pulled him towards me, so that no-one else would see us, but the light went out again. Then I felt his wet lips sucking my right nipple, whilst he began gently squeezing my left nipple between finger and thumb.  
I did not want things to go any further in this rather public place, but he could not seem to help himself. He seemed to lose control and be taken over with mad desire. He withdrew his hand from my shirt and lifted my skirt. I knew he wanted my vagina. By now I was very excited but also rather afraid. When would he stop? I felt his middle finger finding a path to my vagina. I knew I was very juicy down there and felt the wetness down my leg, but I was powerless against his strong finger straightening out as he felt his way inside my passage.     
"Stop now, please," I said, though I must admit I didn't really want him to stop. My half-hearted protest had no effect and he continued to finger me under the cover of darkness as I became more and more wet. Eventually, I reluctantly pulled his hand away. My vagina was beginning to feel a little sore because his fingering had been quite vigorous and twice I had felt his finger nail against the wall of my vagina. He put his finger in my mouth so that I could lick my own juices. 
I adjusted my clothing. “Please walk me home,” I asked. We stepped out into the cool Athenian night air. He put his arm around my waist and walked with me back to the apartment where I lived with my mother. On the way, he asked me to give myself to him completely before he returned to England. I promised him that I would but I broke my promise. Later, in a letter I explained how much the traditions of our country required virginity of girls who wished to marry. We wrote to each other several times and then I sent him no more letters. 
Jackie Cambouris affected me quite badly. I convinced myself that I loved her, but I never did. After two years I met a very musical girl. She appeared before me in the Cathedral courtyard. I remembered seeing her at a rehearsal for our youth orchestra. “Hello, do you remember me, my name is Kathryn? I’m at boarding school but this is our half-term holiday, so I am home for a few days.” I looked at her in dumb silence, lost for words. I thought she was the kind of attractive blonde you only see in films. I had barely taken in what she had just told me. There was only one thing on my mind – how could I keep her talking to me? I knew I had to think of something to say that was sensible, but I was tongue tied. No words would come out. Then she saved the situation in the simplest way possible. “Are you going to the performance on Saturday?” she asked, pointing to a large hoarding near the doors of the Cathedral. “I don’t know anything about it,” I replied, sheepishly. 
“I’ll get you a ticket and we can go together, if you like,” she announced.  
Nothing like this had ever happened to me before. Meeting girls was, and always had been, a real trial for me. It took me weeks to screw up the courage to even talk to a girl. I went to an all-boys school. Kathryn, I found out later, went to an all-girls school. But where I was awkward in the company of girls, she seemed totally at ease in the company of boys, at the orchestra for example and now with me. She had an innocent cheerfulness and constant smile that encouraged me to speak to her. But I remained mute for several seconds, drinking in the view of her long, straight, blonde hair, swept back nonchalantly over her shoulders and her twinkling eyes that looked straight into mine. She was perfect, absolutely perfect and she was asking me to go out with her. “I’d love to,” I managed to reply, as my eyes travelled over her slender body to her short skirt and shapely legs. “I will meet you here at seven fifteen on Saturday evening. Is that okay?” “Y-yes,” I stammered. “I have to go now,” she said, “to meet my mother. I’ll see you on Saturday.” She turned on her heel and was lost in the crowd. How long had this conversation taken? Five minutes, if that. And in that five minutes my life had somersaulted, taking a leap into the unknown, giving me the utmost pleasure and frightening me to death.  
I do not remember a note of that performance of the B minor Mass. All I remember is thinking of Kathryn throughout and trying to devise some way of seeing her again after the concert. “Would you like to come over to my house tomorrow afternoon?” “I would like to come, but I’m going back to school tomorrow,” she said, “however, I’ll ask my parents and see what that they say. If we exchange phone numbers we can keep in touch.”  
The following day I went into town and took her home on the bus. My parents allowed us to go up to my bedroom to look at books, though reading was not at the forefront of my mind. Kathryn took off her shoes before she mounted the stairs. I opened the door and motioned her inside. She sat on the bed and then pulled her feet up so she was lying next to me.  
She lay back, her head resting on the pillow. Taking hold of my hand she drew me towards her. I thought she wanted me to kiss her but I was diffident, a panic beginning to grip me in the centre of my being. I decided that I would overcome my fears and kiss her. If this upset her I would apologise but I didn’t want to let the opportunity vanish like a will o’er the wisp. As my lips met hers I could feel her mouth shape change to accommodate mine. I held my lips on her mouth for a long time and began to relax a little, but my heart was pounding in fear, hope and expectation.  
I undid the top button of her blouse, wondering whether she would protest, but she said nothing. She settled back on the bed and smiled at me, while I undid the second button. I put a hand gingerly inside her bra and rested it on her breast, while I started to kiss her once more. I felt her move her legs apart, almost imperceptibly, but I had the sense that she would not mind if I explored her lower regions. Carefully, I put my hand on her knee and lifted up her skirt. Once again, she seemed to smile her encouragement as I pulled down her underpants very slightly to expose her pubic hair. I lay my face near it and saw that she had a fine, blonde, downy covering of very delicate hair that I wanted to caress. I parted the lips of her vagina very slightly and stroked the juicy inside wall with my finger. She moaned in what I took to be excitement coupled with anticipation.  
I then heard the front doorbell ringing. 
“That’s my father,” said Kathryn, “he’s come to take me back to school. My exeat is over!” 
My father had opened the door to the Commander. He had recently retired as an officer in the Royal Navy and was looking forward to a new career in business. As he stood in the hallway we noticed that he looked rather shocked. He explained that as he turned his car into our road he had seen a man lying in the middle of the main road, with two uniformed policemen kneeling by his side. A few days later, whilst on the phone to Kathryn, I learned that the man had suffered a heart attack whilst out walking his dog. He collapsed in the road and died instantly. As a poet once wrote, ‘… dark is life, is death.’ 
 
 
 Publication Date: February 10th 2012 https://www.bookrix.com/-melanieplayful.pen