Chapter 7: Am I falling in Love?

Back in Exeter my work had piled up, and for the next few months I had hardly any chance to get to London except on the odd occasion that Len was there, let alone get to Berlin where she was performing now. It was strange, as I missed her. As a friend it was always good to see her, but now I felt that something was missing from my life, it felt so natural when we were together, as if the two of us made an item bigger than the sum of the parts. Happiness is your girl phoning you from Berlin, and saying that she would be in England for a week.

"I'm coming over for Mum and Dad's Golden Anniversary. Do you think that you could get there, they would love to see you, and then perhaps we could spend a few days together." I needed no thought.

"Yes. I'll be there, and as for a few days together, I'll take some time off. Why don't we come down here to Exeter. We can stay in my flat for a change, and I'll show you around Devon." Len was perfectly happy with that.

"Come to the flat on Friday. We'll go to Mum and Dad's party on Sunday, then you can take me back with you."

The party was good, embarrassing, but good. I met up with so many old neighbours that I had known years ago, all of them determined to remind me of all the pranks that our crowd of kids had got up to. They all seemed to say one thing in common, that it was so nice that after all these years, Leanne and I had got together. No one asked about my parents. Luckily Len's mother knew and gently told everybody before Len and I arrived that they had been killed in a car-crash. It was good to see these acquaintances from all those years ago. It was late before we got back to Len's flat, and after unwinding with tea and a chat, we fell into bed. There was no love-making that night, just holding each other close as we slipped off to sleep.

The next day we caught the train from Paddington. This train went through to Paignton. Only four years ago you would have seen a steam engine at the front, either a 'King' or a 'Castle'. Now we got a Diesel. Oh, they still had names, but the romance was gone. I had parked my car at Exeter St David's car park, so it didn't take long to get to my flat. Len was impressed.

"Danny, what a lovely flat, and those views!" She was standing at the large window in the lounge. She looked questioningly at me. "You must be doing well." I shrugged my shoulders.

"When Mum and Dad died they left me a bit of money, insurances and that sort of thing. I bought the cottage with the capital, and when I sold I got a lot more for it than I paid."

"Can I look around?" She asked.

"Of course." I went into the kitchen to make us a drink. The kettle had hardly boiled when I heard this shreik. Len came dashing back to find me.

"You've got a shower! A proper one." I laughed.

"Yes."

"I ve never had a proper shower before. Only ones that attach to the taps." Showers were not common in the UK until the seventies. Having spent time in the States I had come to enjoy and realise the benefit of showers, so I had one put into the bathroom. The builder doing the work grumbled incessantly as I insisted on a proper shower, not an electrical one, and a proper cabinet, not one over the bath. Len had a gleam in her eye.

"It's big enough for two!"

"Yes, I suppose it is." I replied.

"Well?" I grinned.

"We could try it out sometime."

"Now!"

"Don't you want a cup of coffee first?"

"Bugger the coffee."

We showered until the water ran cool, and our fingers were getting crinkled. Len was particularly keen on making sure my cock was clean, peeling back the foreskin to wash and re-wash the fellow. I found out why, when after the water had been turned off, she knelt down and popped him into her mouth. Now it is a mistake to do that to a guy who has just spent the last twenty minutes sharing a shower with a lovely lady. I had to pull her away, just a split second before I lost all control. Len watched fascinated as I spurted all over her hand and the tiled wall.

"That's amazing. No wonder it feels so good when you do it inside me." When I regained some kind of composure I had to ask.

"What brought that on?" She looked somewhat shamefaced. But eventually replied.

"After you had done that to me, you know, licked my pussy. I asked some of the other girls if that happened a lot. They told me all about it, and also said that they would suck their boyfriend's cock. You had given me so much pleasure when you did me, that I decided that it was something I wanted to do for you." Len watched my face with a curious expression. "Did you like it?"

"Is the Pope Catholic?" She chuckled

"Good, because I liked it too. The next time I want you to come in my mouth!"

I had an inkling what this was all about. Len's despair that she felt that she couldn't react as other women did to sexual stimuli convinced her to compensate in other ways. I had theories about that. I had talked to Doc. Jones; thank heaven for a Doctor who would take the time to talk; he said that without examining her, it was difficult to comment, but he did advance a theory that perhaps Len's nervous system was not so sensitive as usual. That it would only be strong stimuli that would get through to the receptors in the brain.

"She could well be one of those people who has a very high pain threshold." He had suggested. I was beginning to believe that was true, remembering how it was when I sucked her nipples strongly, she reacted with pleasure not pain ... Flicking her clitoris had also allowed a reaction, but then as he explained the clitoris is so full of nerve endings that it would be almost impossible not the get a reaction, and that Len could accept stimulation there that would have other women screaming from the sensitivity. Whatever the explanation I was going to see if my theory was correct.

I put my right arm under her knees, and my left arm behind her back, and carried her from the bathroom into my bedroom. I knelt on the bed to lower her gently. She had watched me with an curious yet accepting expression, until I laid her on the bed, then she smiled and raised her arms to welcome me to her body.

"Love me, Danny."

"I do, and will Len." I caressed and tongued her as I had before, but this time using such suction on her nipples that they stretched as much as an inch.I knew that it was right from her unguarded comments.

"Fuck! That's good." Then implored me to do it harder, I had worried about hurting her but evidently this would be difficult to do. When I eventually arrived at her pussy, I was certain that she was weeping a slight trickle of lubrication. I gently licked her, getting her ready for what I hoped would be her liberation. My tongue strokes were all around her vulva, but gradually concentrated on her clit. In addition I slid my first and second fingers into her vagina, palm upwards, seeking for the slighty rough spot that I had read about. I think I found it, and massaged that quite firmly. I dimly heard her words, as she had clamped her thighs over my ears.

"What the bloody hell! Danny! What are you doing to me? It's fucking wonderful!" I went for the prize. Fastening my lips over her clitoris I sucked as hard as I could, and flicked my tongue over the end. Her hips started quivering, and lifting from the bed. I refused to be budged and continued my assault. My jaws were aching, my tongue was aching, my hand was aching and my back was aching from twisting and trying to keep the pressure on my fingers in her vagina. I was getting to the point of exhaustion when she raised her hips strongly and swivelled from side to side. Then I heard.

"Ah, ah, ah, fuck, fuck, fuck, Danyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy." I could relax sufficiently to just keep a little tongue caress on her clit. Inside I was jubilant. I had given Len a orgasm. Suddenly her hands grabbed my head and with strength I didn't know she had, pulled me upwards. Her lips locked onto mine, kissing, licking and trying to get her tongue in over, under and round my tongue. Her teeth bruised my lip such was the fury of her kissing and I could taste blood, hers or mine it didn't matter.

Eventually our mouths parted, and she lay back, breathing as if she had run ten miles. I was in a similar state. We must have laid there for at least fifteen minutes, just holding each other. She raised her head and looked at me.

"You gorgeous, lovely man. Was that it? My first?" She started to cry. "I never thought or imagined that I would have one, but you, you got me there. Oh Danny! That was so marvellous. Thank you my darling man, thank you." Her head drooped back onto my chest, and her hands seemed to grasp desperately at my back and waist. They wandered a little and after a while found my erection. She sat up.

"I was selfish. This not so little fella needs attending to. Put it in me, Danny. Fuck me. You won't need any of that stuff. I am wet. Fuck me, and come inside me. Make me feel like a woman."

I hovered over her as she lay. Legs spread wide and knees pulled up. She held my cock and guided me into her wet, yes! Wet warm depths. I tried, oh how tried to make this last, but there was no way I was going to keep going for long. Her whispering to me didn't help.

"Yes, Danny, fuck me, slide into my cunt, fill me up with your spunk, I want it deep, I want to feel it spurt inside me. Please Danny, fuck Len, fuck this girl who wants you. Fuck the vision you saw on the stage, know that you are the only one who can to this to me, for me, with me. Come on my darling man. Spunk inside me!" I had no control, lost myself in the sensation, in Len, and came."

Sleep came to both of us. The emotional high was not easy to cope with except in sleep. I woke up about two hours later, Len was still curled into me, her arms around me as if letting go would mean drowning. I lay quietly, not wanting to move for fear of waking her up. I shouldn't have worried. This little voice slipped in my mind so quietly at first I thought she was talking to herself.