The Melting Point
     It was obvious to me that Martin was different from the other Men who'd fucked me. He was younger for a start, obviously; a lot younger than Ronnie and George, who were both older than Graham. But, more importantly, it was obvious to me that Martin truly loved me. He was gentle and caressing. He kissed me a lot – and he kissed me all over. He was also the very first person ever to use his tongue in my See You Next Tuesday, which just about blew my Mind!
     It was like stars exploding in front of my eyes – and I suddenly realised what an orgasm could feel like. Before, I had thought that the more the Men cam in me or on me the better the fuck or shag or blow-job had been. I didn't expect anything else. I didn't know there could be anything else. The Men never bothered about anything else. The wanted it all to be about them, and they stopped when their Cum stopped Cumming. Martin had suddenly, with that one orgasm I experienced, taught me different. That I could Cum, that I could have an out-of-body experience, that it could be about me. And after that, sex became entirely different. Over the rest of that weekend, whenever we fucked, he always waited for me. Whether his Cock was in my See You Next Tuesday, or up my arse, or in my mouth – which now became what he called soixante-neuf, or 69 and involved his tongue working on my clitoris (which I never before even knew I had!) – he didn't Cum until I did and we both kinda exploded together. He had a book called The Joy of Sex which I'd never heard of before and now I realised just what a Joy Sex could really be, for Me, and not just for him, or any of the Men. I also realised that I was never going to experience this with them. And I truly believed that this would be the rest of my life. That Martin and I would be together for ever and our sex life would be just Perfect.
         And our weekend wasn't all about sex either. He talked to me about lots of things, in between the fucking. About Art and Music and Politics and The Law and people he knew, some of whom I'd seen on TV, and about his Family and places he'd take me to some time or other. But there was still a lot of Sex. I don't think we slept much – just dozed between fucks and my Education. Because that's how I saw this – the start of my proper Education. I'd woken up and realised that I was pretty ignorant about all the things that he talked about and that made me feel embarrassed and pretty dumb – or pretty and dumb, a dumb blonde to boot - and I knew that I wanted to know all about them too.
     He'd asked, and I agreed, if I could stay over Sunday night and said that he could drop me at School on Monday morning, and when I remembered that Monday was an in-service day for the teachers, so the School would be shut, he looked so happy I could have just melted. He said he would take a day off to and that would give us a perfect weekend, and that he'd drop me at School on Tuesday. I phoned home and told my Mum that I'd be staying over with laura and going straight to School on Tuesday morning, her Dad was going to drop us off. She just said, “Ok, what do you fancy for tea on Tuesday, she was thinking of doing Liver and bacon. All the sex must be giving me an appetite, because I felt hungry at the thought and said “yes, please, with fried onions and fried tatties,” and she laughed because that had always been one of my favourites. If she'd been with me I'd have kissed her, and then realised that I probably stank of sex, with streaks of dries Semen on my face and everywhere else, so she probably wouldn't have liked that at all!