There's a first time for everything

A first time for everything. . .

It was August of 1953 and for the past three months Jean Pargeter had spent her days and nights crying her eyes and heart out over Lionel Hardcastle who abandoned her when the army sent him to fight in the waning days of the Korean War. Lionel was a 21-year-old second lieutenant in the British Army and Jean was a 19-year-old junior nurse at the Middlesex Hospital when they met six months earlier in the park; within a few weeks they became lovers. Jean believed that Lionel was going to propose marriage but he was sent overseas. He promised to write but no letter ever arrived. After crying for three months, today Jean finally came to the inevitable conclusion that Lionel had been a first-class bastard who never loved her but only used her for sex.

It was nearly half eight when Celia came in from her day at the hospital. Jean was still in her nightgown, lying on top of the bedclothes; her face was dry and all evidence of her tears was gone.

“Oh, dear. Still in your nightgown. Did you spend all day crying?”

“No, not all day.” She sat up. “I stopped about two o’clock.” Celia didn’t bother to take off her cape; she just sat down on Jean’s bed to comfort her.

“I’ll wager you’ve eaten nothing all day. Let me bring you a tray. And don’t shake your head at me. You have to eat something. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.” Celia dropped her cape on her own bed and sped from the room. Jean lay back down; she felt stiff and cold as she hardened herself against future heartbreak.

Not fifteen minutes later Celia returned carrying a tray. “A cheese sandwich and tea. Come on Jean, you have to eat something. Please. Just for me.”

When Jean sat up and nibbled a corner from the sandwich and sipped a bit of the steaming, sweet tea, Celia said, “I saw Sister when I was returning with your tray. I told her you were feeling much better and would be back at work tomorrow. You will be back tomorrow, won’t you?”

Jean nodded. Her hunger reawakened, she devoured the remainder of the sandwich in large bites. Celia smiled at Jean’s voraciousness.

“Mmmm…that was lovely. Thanks Celia, you’re so good to me. You’re a marvelous nurse.” Jean leaned over and kissed Celia’s cheek. Celia’s chest tightened and her stomach turned a delicious somersault.

“I’m done with crying. It’s been three months since Lionel left for Korea and I have faced up to the fact I shall never hear from him again. I don’t know why, and it doesn’t matter why, but I won’t.” Her face crumpled then became resolute. “In fact, Celia, I’ve decided that no man will ever make me cry again.”

“Good for you!”

“Yes. Good for me. Do you remember that very attractive doctor? David Hansen? We met him at the café on the embankment.”

“Oh, yes. Tall. Brown hair and green eyes.”

“That’s him. He asked me out about a month ago but I said no. I think now I should. He said he’s always at the café on Thursdays. Will you come with me to the café tomorrow?”

“Yes, of course I will.” She rose and went to the clothes cupboard. “I think we should celebrate.” She pulled out a bottle and held it aloft. “Here.” She poured a generous measure of scotch into Jean’s tea and an equal amount in a cup for herself.

“To Jean and your return to the land of the living. Welcome back.”

“Thanks.”

“Cheers!”

“That was wonderful. I think we need more.” Jean poured more scotch into their empty cups. The two young junior nurses sat side by side on Jean’s bed trying to decide why Lionel abandoned Jean leaving her heartbroken. The more scotch they drank, the more confidential their conversation became.

“Are you sorry you . . . I mean do you regret . . .?”

“Making love with him? No. It was wonderful. He was gentle and loving and masterful and I’d never felt anything like it before. I loved touching him, feeling his skin beneath my fingers, his body on top of me, having him inside me. I miss that as much as I miss him.”

She closed her eyes and remembered how Lionel felt and tasted. So engrossed in her memories was she that her voice dropped to a husky tone and her right hand rubbed her breasts and belly. Celia watched Jean and could feel her own excitement growing. Her nipples hardened and she began to rock in her seat causing a lovely sensation between her legs. Her mouth dried a bit as she listened to Jean’s voice and imagined herself between Jean’s legs.

“I loved sucking him. He’d be so hard and then when I took him in my mouth, he’d get harder still. I would straddle his face and let him eat my pussy while I took him in my mouth, letting him slide in and out, bringing him to the edge and then stopping so he’d cry out for more. I’d make him beg for more then I’d take him deep in my mouth and suck him until his come shot down my throat. I’d swallow almost all of it, holding back just a little so that when I kissed him he could taste some of his own semen.

Jean opened her eyes and giggled and waved her cup in the air. “I think, my darling Celia, that I am drunk. Are you drunk? Do you know what I don’t understand? I don’t understand why you don’t have a boyfriend Celia. Just look at you. You’re gorgeous with this red hair and your pale skin and great figure.” Celia caught her breath when Jean played with a few loose strands of her hair. “I’ve seen the looks you get. I just don’t understand it.”

Celia’s face turned crimson. “Truth?” she asked very quietly.

Jean took a sip of her scotch and nodded. “Yes. Truth.”

“I don’t want a boyfriend.”

“But why ever not?” Jean was stunned.

Celia took the cup from Jean’s hands and placed it on the floor then took Jean’s hands in hers.

“Because . . .well, because . . . because, well I don’t like men the way you do.”

It took Jean a moment to understand what Celia said and didn’t say.

“Oh. I don’t . . .” Jean fumbled for words and to cover her embarrassment bent down and picked up her cup. “I think I’d quite like another drink”, she said but didn’t get up.

“Have you . . I mean . . . have you always . . .” her voice trailed off.

“Liked girls? Yes, I guess I always have. Right around the time when all the boys and girls began to pair off, the one I wanted to be with was a girl who lived down the road. Elizabeth. She had the funniest laugh and always made me feel special. All she had to do was smile at me and I’d be over the moon.”

Jean nodded in agreement. “Yes.”

“One day. Oh this is so hard to say.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to. I need to. One early summer day, a whole crowd of us went to the church fete and as the day ended and darkness fell, there was a great bonfire. Some of the boys and girls sat by the fire holding hands and some walked off to the edge of the woods. I didn’t want to be the only one alone by the fire so I left and ran into Elizabeth. She was so happy because it was summer and the school term was almost over that my spirits were lifted. Just being with her made me so happy that I did the unthinkable. I tried to kiss her. She was horrified and ran off telling me I was disgusting. I was mortified. I ran off to the woods in the darkness by myself and cried for what seemed like hours.

“From that night to this, I’ve not told anyone else. You’re the first.” Celia picked up her glass and seeing that it was nearly empty filled it halfway and began drinking. “Please don’t tell anyone. It will mean the end of my place here, and I couldn’t face that.”

“No, of course I won’t tell anyone.”

“Thank you. That means a great deal to me.”

Celia turned and opened her arms as if to hug her friend then stopped and looked at Jean waiting for her reaction. A moment later, Jean opened her arms and welcomed her friend.

Celia felt full to overflowing. Her heart beat faster and the feeling between her legs grew and became more insistent as she felt Jean’s body beneath her nightgown. Without thinking, Celia rubbed her hands along Jean’s back. She removed her head from Jean’s shoulder and very gently kissed Jean’s ear. She heard Jean’s intake of breath but Jean didn’t pull away. Celia’s lips traveled along Jean’s neck and throat. “So soft. So soft.” she murmured.

Jean made a little moue of pleasure and pressed herself into Celia’s embrace. Celia’s hands moved from Jean’s back to her breasts, caressing them through the thin nightgown, pinching her nipples, feeling them harden beneath her fingertips; she left kisses all along Jean’s throat, finally coming to her mouth. “So good.”

She parted her lips and slipped her tongue in Jean’s mouth. The kiss went on, leaving them both out of breath. Celia’s breasts ached with desire to be touched and she struggled to undo the buttons on her uniform. She pulled back from Jean’s embrace and quickly undid her uniform taking it off and leaving it on the floor. Jean removed her nightgown and underpants and stood naked before Celia; she stroked the soft blond hair covering her pussy; two fingers disappeared into the curls. Celia longed to touch Jean, to suck her breasts, to bury her tongue between her thighs.

Jean touched Celia’s arm and helped her remove her slip and suspender belt and stockings, then she walked behind Celia and unhooked her bra and took her breasts in her hands, pressing up against Celia’s back, and kissing the length of her spine. Celia covered Jean’s hands with her own and brought them to her groin. Jean put a hand inside Celia’s panties and felt the soft red curls brush against her palm as she pushed three fingers inside her.

“Ahhhh,” Celia groaned and her knees gave way for a just a moment as Jean moved her fingers in her body. Quicker and quicker, in and out, Jean felt Celia’s sweet muscles contract around her fingers and she brought Celia to the first orgasm she ever shared with anyone. Her fingers stayed inside Celia’s body until her orgasm was done. Then Celia took Jean’s hand, wet with her own pleasure, and raised it to her mouth so she could suck each finger. Rivers of pleasure ran through Jean who leaned against Celia’s back and ground herself against Celia’s ass.

“Turn around,” she whispered.” She knelt and fingering the wet crotch of the cotton underpants, pulled them down so Celia could step out of them. Then Jean leaned forward and kissed Celia’s belly, her tongue leaving a trail of heat, moving lower until she reached the delicious warm, wet spot she desired. Jean’s tongue probed Celia’s flesh, tasting her, teasing her with lips and tongue and teeth, finding her clitoris and licking it until they both moaned. Celia pressed her body up against Jean’s face, holding her head, pressing herself hard against Jean’s open mouth and probing tongue.

“Oh God. Jean.” Celia pulled Jean up to her feet and kissed her, wrapping her arms around her. They made their way to Jean’s bed. Jean lay on her back, her legs apart with her knees raised. She fingered herself with one hand and caressed her breasts with the other. “Please make love to me Celia.”

“Yes my darling.” Celia smiled, picked up her cup and took a mouthful of scotch, then she put her head between Jean’s legs, opened her mouth against the soft blond hair that covered her lovely moist pussy and let the scotch drench Jean’s cunt; Jean wrapped her legs around Celia who did what she had dreamed of doing to Jean ever since she first met her. She sucked the tender flesh and made Jean cry out; she put her hands beneath Jean’s bottom and pulled her closer while she fingered Jean’s asshole and slid her tongue deep inside Jean’s pussy.

Jean’s hips moved faster and faster against Celia’s face and she cried out “Yes! Yes! Yes!” Her thighs quivered and closed around Celia’s head, refusing to let her go. Celia’s mouth licked and bit and sucked every bit of Jean until she stopped shuddering. Celia rested her head against Jean’s thigh; her face was wet with Jean’s juices and both women were out of breath, their hearts beating fast.

Celia moved up Jean’s body so that her face was next to Jean’s. They kissed, wrapped their arms about each other and felt the cool breeze on their naked bodies as they drifted off to sleep.