Chapter 1

As I close my eyes for a second, I flash back to an extremely lucid vision from my past. Maryam is kneeling naked in front of me. Her huge, beautiful dark eyes are in piercing, mischievous contact with mine. Half of my rapidly re-hardening cock is inside her full, soft lips. She is sucking it clean of the remnants of cum from our recent fuck, as her soft right hand fondles my balls. The sweet aroma of sex floods the bedroom... Blissful memories indeed.

The beginning:

I first set my eyes upon Maryam in the warm late spring of 1999. I had just been enrolled onto a computer skills course at a technical college in Southampton, a city in Southern England. Although I was in the military, sometimes, as in this case, we could be sent for training or education at regular, or 'civilian, ' institutions. Most of the students there were aged from sixteen to nineteen, although there were a few 'oldies' like me. I was twenty two at the time, and she was eighteen.

Maryam was a very, and I mean very stunning girl. She was quite tall and was slim, with lustrous long black hair, light brown skin, a clear almost glowing complexion, and the most beautiful big brown eyes I have ever seen in my life. Although she was born in England, she told me that she was a 'Kashmiri girl, ' that her family came from the Northern border area between Pakistan and India.

I was always keen to undertake any qualification or training in those days; believing that it would all enhance my future promotion chances. The very first morning I started on the course my wandering eye was drawn to her. We were in a large computer room which was divided into roughly four rows of tables, with computers either side of them, and other elongated tables filled three of the four sides of the walls. The room was quite noisy; in fact the whole course was somewhat chaotic, with a mish-mash of students of different abilities studying, or pretending to at least, for several different qualifications. The quality of teaching was erratic too.

The college itself was situated in an inner-city area. The area was very ethnically mixed, with white people like me being in the minority. Most people in the neighbourhood, and most students at the college, were of Asian descent, largely Muslims from Pakistan, like Maryam, or were from India or Bangladesh. There were also numbers of second and third generation West Indian migrants and some Africans locally.

The majority white English people in the wider city referred to this area as 'The Jungle, ' and there were always stories about muggings and rapes abounding about the vicinity; it had a very bad reputation. There was apparently an area of back streets nearby which were off limits for white men. The urban legend was that just to walk there would result in a beating.

To be honest, I never really experienced any problem or prejudice there, although it was very noticeable that the students themselves tended to mix almost exclusively within their own 'groups.'

Anyway, perhaps I digress too much? Sitting in a rear row from the doorway, I looked up from my keyboard and monitor for a moment and caught a very lovely girl looking right at me. As I caught her gaze, she looked momentarily embarrassed and stared away, although a few seconds later she looked back again and gave me a sight of her brilliant white teeth as a shy smile illuminated her face.

She was very beautiful, and perchance, for only the second time in my life, I felt a harsh, almost audible pound from my heart. If not the cliché 'love at first sight, ' it was certainly close; lust at first sight perhaps.

I think I must have been gaping open mouthed, as my colleague and friend Chris, who was sat next to me, put it, "What's the matter with you Jay? You look like a bloody goldfish staring at a headlight."

My reverie broken, I tried to focus on my task at hand, but my eyes that whole day where constantly drawn across to this girl.

She was dressed in a kind of sari, a long patterned blue and purple silk garment that covered most of the length of her body. She also wore a type of semi-transparent scarf, which was pushed down from her thick, lustrous black hair. When I observed her walking at break times, it was apparent how graceful she was; she was quite tall, and although her attire was somewhat loose and free flowing, I could tell she was slim hipped and had fairly good sized breasts. Maybe those youthful days I had spent 'live painting' had given me a keen observational eye, or perhaps I had an over-active imagination. Anyway, I was certainly transfixed by her, and from the occasional stolen glances I received, it was a mutual attraction. At least I dearly hoped so.

I wanted her. Badly!

Back then, although I'd had a number of relationships, and the occasional enjoyable one-nighter, my experiences had all been with white girls. I'd had some great sex, and I had and have a high sex drive. I loved to kiss soft lips and to feel the warmth of smooth naked female flesh press against my firmer body. I revelled in feeling a hot mouth taking in my cock, preferably as I slipped my tongue into a beautiful moist pussy, tasting that wonderful feminine flavour as I pressed and rolled a firming clit with my fingers.

Oh, and that wonderful feeling when cunt greets cock in union, as a girl moans and twists in delight, leaking juices on me as I power into her or she rides me at her want. And the taste and feel of soft breast flesh on my mouth and the hardness of erect nipples rolled by my tongue is ecstasy. The taste of fresh sweat and shared cum; the sweet smell of sex permeating a room after a long session of making love; the gentle swells and curves, the lines and folds, the tightness and the softness of the female form, and the joyful massive sense of power and release when she gives or gratefully takes cum. It's all a piece of heaven.

I wanted all this with Maryam; I needed to achieve this; it was a delightful goal I set myself.

Well, the next day there I sat thinking how I could break the verbal ice. It was not as easy to do this here as is usually the case. Maryam was always with another group of girls, dressed and acting similarly, usually conversing with each other in a language of which I knew not one word; although they all had excellent English when required. They were an insular group, not even appearing to speak much to the young men of their ethnic and religious persuasion. I reasoned that if I just walked over to her and said, "Hi, I'm Jay," or, "Can I borrow a floppy disc?" or any such platitude then I would probably just embarrass her and myself to no end. It was as though she was in some kind of a closed community, a world of the 'other' where I didn't know the rules. So I did nothing.

However, fate lending a helping hand, the next day proved more fortunate. It seemed that we were studying for the same qualification. An element of the course was to transfer and receive documents and files via e-mail attachments. This was to be done via another student. My friend Chris was not at this study stage yet, so the teacher found another student who was for me to work with: Maryam. 'Hehehe, ' I was laughing and smiling to myself.

Well, we started out on the task. We weren't sitting near each other, but did exchange a couple of 'recognition' smiles, as we undertook our task. In the material we exchanged I slipped in a few pretty bad jokes I found surfing the net. To judge by some chuckles it appeared she liked them.

Pretty soon I sent another one suggesting we sit together in a corner as it would be easier to work together this way. I didn't receive a reply for a number of minutes. Looking across I saw that she was debating with herself, but thankfully I saw her gather her bag and a few discs up and move to a fairly remote corner of the room.

I joined her, and with a, "Hi I'm Jay," introduced myself. "I'm Maryam," she replied with a shy smile. English was not her first language, and although she spoke it expertly, her voice had a heavy, slightly clipped Indian sounding accent.

We chatted briefly; inconsequential stuff, where we lived, what we doing this course for etc. It seemed she wanted to build up a few qualifications and then study some kind of business technology degree at university. She seemed a smart girl but her studies had been disrupted previously as she had spent two years living in Kashmir, which according to her was, "The most beautiful place in the world, with high mountains, rivers and gorgeous valleys." I had no idea if it was 'the most beautiful place in the world, ' but when she smiled at me with her mouth and heart-break eyes, I was prepared to believe pretty much anything. God, she was gorgeous.

There was flirting going on both ways; no doubt about it; mutually exchanged smiles, open body language and eye contact held just 'too long.'

One from her group of friends would come over from time to time, seemingly asking or telling Maryam something in their Asian language. We dragged out what should have been about two hours work over three days in the end, cocooned in our little corner.

At break times she was always with her friends. For my part, my buddy Chris and a couple of other guys we got friendly with took great delight in teasing me, asking when I was getting engaged or laid, fucked etc. I laughed it off.

The third day we worked together I tried to engineer some kind of date. Quite unsubtly I asked her where she like to hang out with her friends, what parts of town did she go to, the films she liked, that kind of stuff. Her replies fed my assumptions; she had a rather narrow existence, her life revolving around a group of friends who all attended the local Mosque, and her large close family. It seemed that a Kashmiri Muslim girl had little freedom.

She seemed not to resent this. At one point she told me she was attending a marriage ceremony that week. A friend of hers was the bride. Before I asked, she anticipated my question. She told me, "Yes Jay it is arranged, and in a few years my dad will sort things out for me that way too. He will find me someone suitable."

There was no trace of any resentment in any of this. Although she was a clever girl, with a lively mind and personality, she was very accepting of her cultural role. She spoke of these themes in a matter-of-fact and content way.

Maryam asked me if I had a girlfriend. I didn't, I had split from a girl I had been seeing for several months a couple of weeks before.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" I asked her.

"No," she replied.

"Have you ever had one Maryam?"

She looked down avoiding my eyes. "Yes."

I looked across the room; we were as far as I could tell not being observed. I lightly lifted her chin with my finger, looked her in the eye and asked, "Do you want another one now."

"Yes," she spoke, and YES YES YES sang inside me.

Oh, and then she gave me just the most heart-melting smile.

Before I could try to fix up a 'date' somewhere, she told me about her ex-boyfriend, Mohammad, or 'Mo' as she usually referred to him. He was a local youth, her age, and of the same cultural background. But, he was a bit of a 'bad boy, ' an unsuccessful car thief, who was now serving a short prison sentence.

Apparently girls, "Like me," as she put it, didn't have boyfriends as such, well at least none that there family's knew of; this was a definite no-go. She knew Mo as the friend of one of her brothers; she had three, and four older sisters. Maryam would meet Mo whenever she could manipulate some free, unobserved time, which was apparently very hard to find.

I asked her if they had split because he was arrested; she told me no, it was before that, because he took drugs and she didn't like him being a thief.

Well, pretty soon I tried to fix up a date. I asked her if she wanted to go to a club, or have a meal or a day at the beach.

She declined all offers and I was, truth to tell, pretty pissed off.

"Jay, it's not that I don't want to go out with you, but I can't openly, and you have no idea how protective my family are. I can sometimes manipulate a free hour or two when I am alone, that is all, and I can't say from one day to the next when that free time will be. It's also hard to meet up anywhere locally as it could get back to my family"

I thought to myself how Chris, who was local to this city, had a small flat only about 10-15 minutes walk from the college. He had said I could stay at his flat any time I wanted to, although I hadn't done yet.

"Ok then Maryam, what about meeting at my friend's place? It's in a quiet street near here, and you could walk to and from there alone."

She thought a second, then said, "Yes Jay, I'd like for us to meet in privacy. Today I can't but give me the address and I will try to get there about two or three o'clock tomorrow afternoon.

I smiled hugely at this response, and looked around. Still no-one was looking so I quickly kissed Maryam once on her cheek. She pulled back, looking nervous and shocked. But then she smiled.

Later I cleared it with Chris. He was cool about it, merely laughing and saying, "If there's any mess on the sheets mate, then you wash them ok."

About ten to two the following afternoon I was in the flat and heard a knock. I greeted Maryam at the door and we went into the living room. I motioned for her to take a seat.

Maryam sat on a sofa. It was quite hot in the flat and I offered her a cool drink. She nodded and I got her a cold coke from the fridge. I handed her a glass and poured most of the can into it.

"Aren't you having one to drink Jay?" she asked.

"No," I replied, "that's the only one; I'll have a glass of water in a minute."

She sipped from her glass and then offered it to me, "We will share," she said. I took the glass, which had a slight smear of her lipstick, and drank some before handing it back. There was something somehow slightly intimate in this simple exchange, a touch of the hand, a shared shy smile; we were getting close to expressing our attraction physically. In clichéd terms: there was a certain something in the air.

Maryam placed the glass on a table in front of her and I sat next to her on the sofa. Our shoulders were touching. The fine smell of a perfume she was wearing was most alluring.

"Well," I said, "Now here we are Maryam; alone at last." I spoke the words with lightness and some humour in my voice. She giggled cutely. Maryam was relaxed sat there with me. I slipped an arm around her shoulders and she leant her head against my upper chest. I kissed the top of her head.