Chapter 2

“Well there is that and all,” she smiled, “silly people singing silly songs the lot of them. Dad’s lot are just as bad but my cousin was the one I wanted to see anyway.”

“Saoirse or as she used to be known before the operation, Donald. She had to travel to Britain to get the operation, she’s thinking of moving to Scotland. I went over to offer a little moral support and had to put up with Auntie Grace nipping my ear. That woman can talk for Ireland, but so can I,” her eyes shifted. “I reminded her that she’d travelled all the way to England to get an abortion in the old days, that shut the old cow up.”

“It’s stupid how people react,” I replied, “whatever happened to Christian love?”

“Oh it still exists,” she glanced at the sky. “I think the big man is sitting up there laughing his nuts off at all these feckin’ eejits killing each other in his name.”

“How did your parents react to you?”

“Da’ was okay, he said it was my decision. Me ma’ thinks I’ll grow out of it and me sisters are all wanting to be bridesmaids.”

“You’re getting married?”

“No,” she put her head to one side, “I’m single.”

“Me too,” I replied a little too quickly, “I haven’t got time for boys.”

“Ever had time for a boy?”

“No,” I touched the bun at the back of my head, “between study and this I’m too busy.”

“All work and no play,” she slapped my face gently.

“I do play,” I protested, “just not as much as I’d like.”

“Starving,” I replied.

“Come on, let’s see if we can steal some food.”

That too was an old joke and not long after I found myself sitting in a tent with a plate of food in front of me. Sian was sipping a plastic cup of lager and we settled in for a pleasant half an hour before I had to get back for my final test. This time I managed a 9 and got a whistle from Sian, which brought a smile to my face.

However when I was loading Mischief into the horse trailer I lost sight of her and just assumed she’d gone to one of the stalls. I got the gate shut and was just about to venture back to the fête to look for her when I spied her talking to another girl some distance away. By the body language it looked as if the girl was moving in on her and I felt the lump in my throat but then she turned and spotted me and waved again. I raised my hand in farewell.

Sian said something to the girl, gave her a hug and then hurried across the green towards me. I moved to the driver’s side of the four wheel drive and she came to a halt.

“Leaving without saying goodbye?”

“I was just about to come and look for you,” I replied.

“Can you give me a lift home? I got a ride here from one of me sisters but she had to go to work.”

“Sure, I have to drop by the stable first though.”

“I can put up with that,” she smiled and ran an eye over the car, “your motor?”

“Dad bought it for me,” I replied, “it was a choice between a gap year and a motor.”

“Nice choice, I wish me da’ had given me that choice.”

The stable brought back memories for both of us, especially for me but she gave out no hints as we drove away some time later, but when I pulled up outside her house she nudged my leg.

“You want to come in for a drink?”

“Sure,” I replied, “as long as it’s non alcoholic, I have to drive.”

“Of course,” she smiled, “sorry, I forgot.”

I’d never been inside her house before. It’s a big five bedroom house and yet it was empty that night. Her parents had gone to Tenerife for the weekend and her two youngest sisters were out for the night.

“So it’s just you and me,” she handed me a Coke.

We retired to the couch and I stretched my legs out, they weren’t sore but the muscles were tight and I mentioned that as I balanced the drink on my leg.

“Do you want a massage?”

“A massage,” I contemplated my legs, “it would mean I’d have to take my jodhpurs off.”

“Not really,” she smiled, “I can do it through the material.”

I never refuse a massage, riding can be hard on your calf muscles so when someone offers to massage your legs you rarely refuse and so I took off my boots.

“Take off your jacket too,” Sian tugged at it and so I removed it as well and eased myself back against the arm of the couch. It was a big couch, wide enough to sleep on and as Sian shifted back slightly to kneel on the end of the couch I stretched my legs out and spread them. She looked down at me as she knelt in front of me.

I felt a slight weakness in my belly as her back arched slightly and her breasts pushed out against the white shirt. What would it be like to make love to Sian? Would she find me attractive? Did girls have the same way of rating girls as men did? The thoughts flashed through my mind quickly as she undid her cuff buttons and folded her sleeves halfway up her wrist. She had a crooked smile on her face and for a split second I forgot myself. The angle of the light hitting her hair made it shine and I fixed my eyes on her full bosom rising and falling with each breath.

She took my left leg in her hands and began to massage it. At first I’d had doubts she could do much at all through the thick material but she had strong fingers and knew exactly where to push. In time I stretched my leg out further and let her go past my knee to my thigh, her touch became lighter then as she worked her way up and down my leg and then she switched to the other leg and repeated the procedure, finishing at my thigh and by then I was completely relaxed.

Sian now began to move her hands up and down my inner thighs while I watched her, something had changed and I didn’t want her to stop and yet I felt a twinge of anxiety. She had a curious look on her face as her touch became lighter, teasing me with sweeping movements all the way to my panties and then back to my knees. It felt pleasant and I didn’t flinch and she brought her hands around to my hips and then back around the top of my legs to my panties again.

My eyes shifted ever so slightly and I pushed my glasses further up my nose as she repeated the movement a few more times and then she brought both hands together to form a steeple and slid them under the fly and up the zipper. I swallowed and closed my eyes briefly as she reached the top and then brought them back down again. She repeated it again and this time, tugged gently at the tab as if she was going to unzip me but then released it.

I was beginning to get aroused but with no experience with sex, I was unsure of how to proceed, especially with a woman. Sian slid her fingers up my fly again and this time she grabbed the tab firmly and locked her eyes onto mine. She was waiting for me to give her a sign I realised a moment or two later and I raised my buttocks slightly, it was the only thing I could think of at the time. She pulled the tab and I heard the zipper sliding down and as she unzipped me, one of her fingers dragged down my shirt until she reached my lips. It was only then I managed to prop myself on my elbows and she stopped.

“You’re not comfortable with this?”

“It’s a bit sudden but it’s nice,” I murmured.

Her hand slipped inside and I swallowed and moaned as she began to rub me through my panties. It was the most glorious sensation, spreading the warmth through my belly, I pushed myself into her hand and she kept rubbing me slowly at first and then a little faster. I felt the wetness against my panties. She then slid her hand behind my panties and down over my vulva, I grabbed her wrist but didn’t try to stop her as she grazed her bent finger down the valley between my lips to the moist opening. Like a flower opening, I felt myself parting for her probing digit, it slid in and stopped as if it couldn’t go further and then she pushed a little more and I felt a slight pain and grimaced. She withdrew and went back to rubbing my lips.

“Have you ever done it before?”

“Never,” I replied, “not even with a guy.”

“Oh,” she withdrew her hand and leaning over me, kissed me on the mouth. It was the first time anyone had kissed me like that. I’d been one of those girls who avoided physical contact with guys full stop, I knew what happened after they kissed you. Her lips felt so soft, I felt heady and aroused as she massaged my mouth with her lips. She broke free briefly and I swallowed, my mouth felt a little dry and my nipples were starting to ache. I locked my hand around her neck and pulled her down for another long, lingering kiss. It was passionate and sent my mind spinning, I wanted more of this and she wasn’t slow in obliging as she changed position so that she was lying next to me, her mouth found mine again and her hand drifted south to my pussy.

She undid the button on my jodhpurs and I felt the fly springing open. Her hand slipped down over my genitals and she started gently teasing me, I whimpered as she kissed and fondled me, her movements soft and gentle. I was starting to perspire and my glasses were starting to fog up, she stopped rubbing me.

“The bed would be better,” she murmured.