“Okay. Grab your night clothes and we can get ready in there.”
There was no sign of shyness for either of us. Suzanne was surprised when I sat on the toilet for a pee. I explained that, when I could see a little, I stood up like any other man while urinating, but, now, I could not risk missing the toilet and making a mess on the seat or floor. Suzanne laughed and agreed that it was a sensible precaution.
We held hands as we crossed to the bedroom and, on entering, the room still appeared to be quite normal. We decided to leave the bedside light on, even though this had made no difference on the previous evening.
We slipped under the sheet and quilt, cuddling each other, close and intimate. I kissed Suzanne with a passion which even surprised me. Suzanne’s sweet fragrance and her supple body so close to mine really turned me on.
Feeling my hardness against her, she said, “Mmm, you feel so big. Would you like to make love to me, Tonie?”
My immediate feeling was one of acute embarrassment, mixed with desire for this fantastic young woman who I had known casually for just a couple of years. “I would very much love to, but”. I faltered, my emotion being one of intense embarrassment. “I don’t have any condoms”, I confessed, my face flushing at my embarrassment.
She gave a little laugh. “It’s okay, Tonie. I had my monthly just a few days ago, so we are quite safe.” She paused and then, coyly, asked, “Sorry to ask, Tonie, but are you a virgin?”
I think my face must have turned a deeper shade of red at this very intimate question. “Is it so plainly obvious?”
“Just a guess, but don’t worry about it, my love, it’s alright. I have to confess that I am not a virgin.” Suzanne paused, perhaps waiting for a response from me, but I felt that whatever I said, it would not help me through this new situation. “It was while I was at Nottingham University. The relationship didn’t last very long. Does this make any difference to you, Tonie?”
I smiled at her question. “No, not at all. At twenty-five, I would be very surprised if most men and women did not already have some sexual experience. In my case, my situation made it more difficult to develop relationships, even at University.”
Suzanne gave a little laugh. “Don’t get me wrong. I’m certainly no Elena Lincoln to your Christian Grey from ’50 Shades of Grey’. I still have lots to learn about love-making and I am so thrilled that you are the person I can learn with!”
This made me laugh. I had read the talking book of ‘fifty shades of Grey’ and knew exactly what Suzanne was referring to. “I hope that I am nothing like Christian. I certainly don’t have his weird desire to be dominant and you as a submissive. I can imagine that you are more like Anastasia Steele. Very beautiful, sexy, gentle and alluring.”
“It’s lovely that you liken me to Anastasia. I’m not bothered about a private helicopter, money or all the luxuries that Christian showered upon Anastasia! All I really want is you!”
I laughed. Whew! “That’s a relief.” In truth, her experience would probably prove useful and I felt relieved that making love would not cause her pain, as it could do on the first occasion.
Even so, I did feel really nervous. I had so much to prove. Would I be as good a lover as Suzanne’s previous partner while she was at University?
Suzanne had no similar reservations. She pulled her tee-shirt off and removed the pyjama pants she had been wearing. She put these under the pillow and then turned her attention to my boxer shorts. I assisted by removing my tee-shirt and lifted my body to allow my shorts to be removed.
We both turned to face each other and our hungry lips touched, while my hand slid down her back, reaching her beautifully-formed buttocks. Her right hand gripped my penis, while her left gently caressed my own buttocks, so light and arousing.
Our passion rose even higher and we rolled together, until I was on top of her, my arms straight supporting the weight of my body on the bed. Her legs parted, allowing me to enter what, was for me, unknown territory. Suzanne was already quite moist and I felt a little shudder as my penis sank deep inside her. At first, my movements were slow and without any sense of urgency. My lips moved downwards from her mouth, caressing her small breasts with my tongue. Her nipples were proud and hard with excitement and desire as my body began to quicken it’s pace. Not wanting this experience to be over too soon, I slowed down, allowing Suzanne to grip my penis firmly for a few seconds, preventing me from experiencing premature ejaculation. Both of us were breathing heavily and Suzanne gave a little noise of encouragement as she felt the need for orgasm, urging me to quicken my pace again.
We were both breathing hard and fast as the climax approached. It came as a sudden release of exhilarating energy, both of our bodies convulsing with pure desire and explosive passion.
The realisation that I was no longer a virgin gave me a satisfied, ecstatic feeling and I withdrew from this fantastic young woman, who had turned me from an innocent, naive young man into one who had really tasted the feelings of carnal lust, pleasure and desire.
As our heartbeats slowly returned to a normal rate, we still held each other close and began to relax. A smile of gratitude and satisfaction lit my face, as I whispered, “That was so beautiful and fantastic, Suzanne. I now feel like a real man.”
She laughed, a gentle, re-assuring laugh. “You were wonderful. Everything about you feels so right.” After a short pause, she added, “At least, our love-making was not interrupted or spoiled by the presence in this room.”
I had to admit that, for some strange reason, the atmosphere in the room felt completely calm and normal. Why? Had the evil presence departed from my house or had it been watching our love-making like an invisible peeping Tom?
As if in answer, there was a sudden, deafening crash of thunder, which rattled the windows and made both of us jump in surprise. “Perhaps, you spoke too soon!”
Thankfully, that was the only interruption and the two of us fell asleep very quickly.
Later in the night, my sleep was disturbed by a strange feeling. I moved my arm to reach out to Suzanne, only to discover that she was not in the bed.
“Suzanne! Where are you?” There was no reply, yet I noticed the sound of the door gently closing. She may have gone to the bathroom, but, somehow, I did not feel this to be the case.
I jumped out of bed and quickly moved towards the door. As I opened it, I had a strange sensation. Somehow, I felt certain that Suzanne was standing at the head of the stairs and the terrifying vision I had experienced for so many years ran swiftly through my mind. Fearing for Suzanne’s safety, I shouted, “Suzanne, please don’t move!”
I stepped forward, gingerly, hoping to make contact with her body without causing her to jump or fall. At last, I touched her bare shoulder. “Suzanne! What are you doing?”
Still, there was no response, yet I felt her naked body move slowly forward towards the head of the stairs. Fearing the worst, I grabbed hold of her and pulled her back towards the bedroom. She let out a scream of protest, yet, slowly, I coaxed her away from the edge of the steps. “Suzanne!”, I repeated. “Please wake up, sweetheart.” With a sudden inspiration, I kissed her. She gave a little shudder and, almost dreamily, said, “Tonie? What are we doing here on the landing?”
Thankful that she had come out of this potentially dangerous trance, I said, “I woke up, realising that you were not next to me in bed. When I checked where you were, I found you about to fall down the stairs! Do you not remember anything about it?”
Poor Suzanne sounded so confused. “No. I don’t even remember getting out of bed. I really have no idea why I came to the head of the stairs.” She held me close as we returned to our bed