| Straight: Romantic: A First Time to Remember (1/5) |
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They walked along in the midday sun, following a path across the meadow behind the main house. Lucy began to feel quite warm trying to keep up with his pace. It was a beautiful day. She heard the distant sound of water and realised it was the river. In the distance she could see a small wood and it seemed to be the direction they were headed in. They walked a little longer through the shaded woods and enjoyed the relief from the hot sun. They chatted a little but Lucy was too nervous to say anything of any great genius. The trees suddenly opened up and before them on the ground lay a blanket, a big pile of cushions and an enormous picnic basket. Even an ice bucket and two bottles of champagne. “Here we are, I told you it would be worth it! This is why I was late. It’s further from the house than I thought. Is this ok?” Jack looked a little perplexed as he saw tears rolling down Lucy’s cheeks. “Oh Jack, it’s more than ok. It’s just perfect.” Lucy laughed through her tears her fingers trying to rescue her mascara before it ran off down her face. “Well I don’t know about you but I can’t stand stuck up restaurants and I kind of guessed you like to keep yourself to yourself. It’s a pretty spot alright.” He grinned at her and pulled her closer. “It’s even prettier with you here!” He spoke softly and she smiled at him. “You say the sweetest things Jack.” She was suddenly full of joy and she kissed him on the lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jack pulled a bottle of champagne from the ice bucket and popped the cork as Lucy stood with 2 glasses waiting to collect the frothing liquid. They both laughed as the cork flew off into the distance and they tried to catch every drop. “A toast, Happy Birthday!” “Thank you Jack. This is just lovely.” They clinked glasses and drank. They sat on the blanket and Lucy opened the basket excitedly investigating its contents. She recognised the fare straight away. It was all from Madame Valmont’s deli. Her eyes lit up and they both began eating enthusiastically. As they ate they talked. An hour passed and it felt like minutes. She felt so comfortable with him. She found herself talking to him about her mother, and how her life had been before she had died. Jack was astonished to hear that she had never had a proper relationship. They fed each other and drank champagne and laughed. It went to Lucy’s head but she didn’t care. She felt alive and it was good. Not to mention that ache she was trying to ignore in her crotch. She crossed her legs over and over. It wasn’t working though. It just made it worse. They talked for a while. Lucy told Jack about her Mum and how looking after her had become her life and stopped her from really having a life. Jack watched her long legs as she shifted about and talked and he almost couldn’t hear her words as she spoke, he was finding it hard to keep his hands to himself. They finished eating and lay back contentedly on the rug. Jack rolled over onto his side and rested a hand on her belly. He leaned in |
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