house was big, but the grounds! Immediately outside the house was an extensive Patio with built up rose beds and a small swimming pool. From then on the ground sloped away for something like four hundred yards to the boundary, which was a river. In the next field I could see some half dozen horses, but in the main the pastures were for sheep and cattle. The nearest building had to have been a mile away and that looked like a Barn. As I stood and took in the view, all I could see was the patchwork of fields so typical of the West Country, scattered haphazardly over small hills and little valleys, absolutely beautiful! Marilyn came out to join me and she was absolutely beautiful as well. She wore the little black dress that suits all women, yet she gave the dress a quality that it would not display on any other woman. Her hair was that lustrous honey. She twirled. The skirt was cut to be full and she spun displaying her shapely slim legs, it brought hot blood to my head and to other parts of my body. "Will I do?" She asked inviting, a compliment.
"Marilyn, you are so lovely." Her smile thanked me.
The restaurant we went to was a few miles away, but worth the visit. The area gets lots of holidaymakers in the summer, but this was one of those places that they never get to visit. You have to know the area well to know about the restaurant, but it's worth knowing. The food was superb! So much so that we both concentrated on eating, conversation was restricted to the moments between courses. At last replete but not over-indulged we made ourselves comfortable in the lounge and with a pot of coffee to top up our cups, we talked. Marilyn asked the killer question. "Did you like Lisa?"
I had to think. Did Marilyn know about the incident with Lisa? I assumed not, I was certain that Lisa wouldn't have said anything. So I answered casually. "She appeared a nice enough girl, but I didn't really get to know her. If you remember I was with you pretty well all of the time."
"Oh! I thought she got to know you quite well."
Deliberately, I looked perplexed. "Well, not so well." I emphasised the 'so'.
Marilyn wore a sinister smile. "Dalzeil. Lisa told me what she did for you." My face got very hot. Busted! Marilyn was giggling. "Oh Dal. If you could just see your face." She laughed. Then she continued. "Lisa told me off for leaving you in a terrible state. She said I was being completely unfair, getting you all worked up and not allowing you to...to, well you know."
"Yes, I know."
"Was it painful?"
"More of an ache than a pain."
"I am sorry." She looked at me shyly. "Was it good with Lisa?"
"Yes. But it would have been even better if you had been the one doing it."
She caught her breath and had to take a sip of coffee to clear her throat. Without looking at me she murmured. "I didn't know that girls did that for their boyfriend's. But I think I would like to have done that for you." Now it was my turn to catch my breath. The smile came back to her face. "She said you looked good without your clothes. I had lots of regrets that I didn't see you like that."
"I could say the same thing."
She nodded. "I think I would have liked to have you seen me naked." She reached out and took my hand. "Wouldn't life have been different if we had?"
"Yes. But I would probably not know how to take advantage."
"Oh God! Yes, isn't it silly that when we were that age, we were so unconfident about sex." She laughed and the laugh became serious. "I didn't allow any other young man to be as intimate
Dorothy Salisbury Davis, Jerome Ross