Chapter 5: Lara

As we walked out, I asked, “Where is the best place for us to go this evening, Lara?”

She said, “The best is the Blue Oyster, of course, but that’s a place for older folks and is expensive. The Gold and Green Pub is more our type of place. It’s over nearer to the college. It’s not far.”

I said, “Should we take a hansom, or would you prefer to walk?”

She said, “Let’s walk,” as she took my hand. She is making her claim.

We walked there, and by the time we got there, I wished they had iced tea. Ice was a luxury here and very rare.

We entered, and the odors of the place assailed me. Very Eastern Indian smelling. I knew curry when I smelled it. We were met by an East Indian fellow and were shown to a table. We looked at the menus. I ordered a room-temperature Darjeeling tea. Lara ordered a Masala Chai. I have no idea what that is.

The man left, and a woman in a green Sari soon showed up with our teas and a plate with slightly puffy naan bread on it. There was a green sauce to dribble on the naan. Yum.

I pulled out my little bottle with stevia in it and dusted a pinch into my tea.

Lara asked, “What’s that?”

I said, ‘It’s a sweet-tasting herb; care for a taste?”

She said, “Yes.” So I sprinkled a little on her forefinger, and she put it in her mouth.

She said, “That’s nice, but not as sweet as sugar or honey. Can I try some in my tea?”

I said, “Certainly,” and sprinkled a pinch in for her.

I stirred my tea with a spoon and took a taste. Lara copied me by stirring her tea and then taking a good, long drink. I glanced around, and we were definitely in a younger hangout. There were two East Indian couples. The bulk of the clientèle were college-age kids, leaning heavily towards a highly female clientèle.

I ordered the goat curry over Indian Pilau Rice. Lara opted for a mild curry chicken with Basmati rice.

We were quiet as we waited and looked about us at all the students. I had yet to decide if I wanted to actually attend classes here. I could already do complex math functions and write circles around anyone here. With my laptop, I have little competition. I also have an advanced AI. I have spell-checking, grammar, and fact-checkers at my beckoning. College seems a waste.

I didn’t see college as a way to meet girls here. Classes are split up according to sex.

English Literature is the only subject that I don’t dominate in, which they teach here. English Lit is considered a soft or girly-like subject by male students. It did have a plus side. It was like taking Home Economics; it was full of young women.

My ruminations ended as the lady in a Sari brought our meals. We did not chat as we ate. She was very hungry after a long day and the walk here.

The room’s energy was high with so many young people in it. I noticed the two Indian couples were sequestered off to one side, probably because of the noise. We passed on dessert or alcoholic drinks. I paid and we left the place. She wanted to walk. The university has a formal English Garden nearby, so we headed that way at her prompting.

I saw the method to her madness. The garden has lots of nooks and crannies where you can hide out to smooch with your honey.

We found one place where we sat on a bench and could be alone. We kissed, and I knew from the feedback from Ox that she was excited. We sat sideways to one another, and her legs were partially open to provide stability. I soon smelled her as we continued kissing.

I let her take charge. She was not without some experience. I let her show me how to kiss her way. It was sweet and delicate. A girlfriend, perhaps?

I put my hands around her and started caressing her shoulders and back. That notched up the kisses to wetter kisses with more pressure on my lips. We kissed this way for a while. She did not go beyond her child-like smoochy kisses.

After a while, I snuck a tongue past her lips and then backed out. I felt her falter slightly, but she didn’t say anything. We started kissing again, and she let me run my tongue outside on her lips. She got the idea, and her tongue came out bashfully to play.

Our tongues touched occasionally as we continued kissing with more feeling. Lara’s breasts were soon pressed against me. I could feel their pointy softness on my chest.

I knew she had smooched some, but nobody had taught her passionate French kissing. After a bit of this gentle tongue tickling, I entered her mouth with my tongue. She hesitated before touching my tongue inside her mouth.

Dental hygiene was not an important thing here. It’s part of the whole throwback, steam-era thing. I had kissed Lara earlier with damp lips, so her Exos now had time to clean her mouth. My mouth was always kiss-ready because of Exos. Lara sure liked kissing this way. With some prompting, she crawled onto my lap sideways.

That presented a problem as my dick was like a billy club right now. She jumped up and looked down.

She said, “Oh, my. I’m sorry.”

“I’m not. It’s only natural that a beautiful woman should excite me. You are precious, and if it did not show my interest, in a way, you might think I was not a man. Worse, that you were not pretty enough. Perish the thought.”

I grabbed her and plunked her right back down on it. She turned sideways a little, and I saw her skirt was now hiked up some. I think, at the moment, she did not realize her stimulating and provocative position.

We kissed for a while. Eventually, I placed my left hand on Lara’s left knee. A little later, I moved it back and forth slowly as we continued to kiss with more energy now. Lara murmured and panted a lot. I snuck my hand higher a few steps at a time.

Ox, my killjoy AI, chose to remind me at an inopportune time. “She’s a virgin, Bill. She’s not ovulating.”

“Thank goodness for that.”

Lara untied the laces on her corset and opened it up, presumably to provide some cooling air. She untied the ties at the top of her shift and pulled it down. If ever there was a sign to proceed, this was it. I now had access to her nubile cones of delight.

She’s a young woman so her boobies are small and pointy as can be. Her nipples and areolas are not mature and are small and light pink. I captured one in my hand and then the other in my mouth. My left hand had not stopped sliding on her thigh. It soon made it up as far as her vulva.

She jumped when I put my whole hand over it and just held it as she quivered like a trapped rabbit. After a minute, the kisses became almost painful as her physical needs took over her mind.

I gently caressed her young pussy as she moaned into my mouth. Just rubbing it got her to relax a little, but it also worked to keep her breathing and kissing at a fever pitch.

I found some moisture and started rubbing lightly on her clit. I did this for a few minutes then I slid her ass onto the bench. Moving had both alarmed and excited her. I got on my knees and pushed her skirt, and shifted it high enough to access her pussy.

“Noooooooo...”

I pushed her legs wide and quickly stuck my tongue right into her slit before she could balk. Then I moved it up and down her lips until she started quaking. She was not capable of staying still now. She was mine, and I could do anything I wanted.

I delicately did the alphabet on her clit and gently probed her small, modest slit. Her pussy was small and yummy. I spent some time exciting her, and she moaned as quietly as she could. Lara started shaking more and more, and I knew she was just about there. Her whining was getting loud.

“Oooohhhhhhhh ... oh god, oh god! Uhhhhh...”

I lay between her thighs with my face pressed to her pussy. I just stayed there as she shook and whimpered through her after-climax emotions.

I pulled her skirt and shift back down. I got up and held her on my lap as she continued to tremble and shake. Her recent experience had overcome her. It was likely her first foray into sex play. Damn, but my balls ached, the bench we were on was miserable, and this wasn’t the place to take her virginity. I did not see her going back to my house.

I wasn’t sure I should take her cherry. She and I had not had any conversation about future things. Especially something this intimate. I think most girls at this time don’t talk about such things. Probably not even with their mothers. I bet she has no idea this was even possible.

In this place, here and now, being a virgin on your wedding night was considered real important. Some men here are prigs and would not marry a ‘fallen woman’ as it was called. It could be the end for her socially if word got out. Many women were often emotionally and socially burned by uncaring louts. Their big mouths can be a big problem for women.

The problem is, how does a woman know what a man’s intentions are? Will he go too far and then ruin her reputation? Some ass-hats would do that either way.

It was your typical conundrum in a straight-laced, old-fashioned society like this one. Every man wanted to bed every woman possible. Yet, the buffoons demanded their women all be virgins on their wedding night. You can’t have it both ways.

The idiots want to be seen as manly to their friends. For that reason, they needed to bang as many women as possible, thus proving their masculinity. These were the same men who would demand their wives be virgins the most.

The local men were too stupid to see that this was a physically paradoxical concept. Oh hell, they can’t spell paradoxical. So, lust wins overall. Fuck many women, but then all wives must be virgin. Such a ridiculous contradiction. She can be one or the other. She cannot be both.

Another difficulty arises when a man marries and finds his new bride is not a virgin. He wanted to go out and challenge the man responsible. Ordinarily, that would be fine for me. The muddle and then the short period after would allow her corrupter, me, to become a mystery lover in her mind. Merely a faceless someone in her dreams. Her missing hymen might leave a question, as sometimes they are fragile and can be torn naturally.

My thoughts were interrupted when Lara said, “I never dreamed a man could do something like that.”

I said, “Yes, you likely never will meet another who knows how. This is a secret Spanish technique. Unfortunately, I am now in pain.”

She said, “Uhhm, why are you in pain?”

“My stones ache, it feels as if I have been kicked by a donkey down below. They get that way when they anticipate sex.”

She said, “Oh! You anticipated sex with me? Goodness gracious, I don’t know about that.”

I said, “I know. I don’t expect ‘it.’ Unfortunately, I can barely walk this way. You could help me in another way.”

She said, “How?” I don’t know how. You are the first man I have ever been out with.”

“I can instruct you if you would help me.”

She said timidly, “What do I do?”

I stood between her legs and unbuttoned the three buttons on my flap. My cock popped right out, and my balls were still locked under my cock trapped inside the pants.

She looked at it and up at me.

She said, “So, that’s what it looks like. It’s too big, isn’t it?”

I thought, ‘Not to me.’

I tugged my balls out, and she leaned back.

She said, “Those are much bigger than a baby’s, too. I feel funny looking at it. It looks dangerous.”

I reached down and put my finger on her pussy.

“It IS dangerous. If I get this inside there, your honor would be taken, and you might grow a big belly. That would be embarrassing.”

She said, “I don’t want that. How do I handle this problem?” ( She points )

“I need to unload my stones. If you put your hand near the base and gently stroke it, I will feel better, and it will unburden my stones. Give me your hand.”