Bill's life
continued on in its usual customary way. He worked hard when he had to and hung out with his
friends when he could. He honestly expected to forget about Verity very quickly. However he found
himself thinking about her at the oddest moments. Someone in the restaurant would order a Vindaloo
and he would remember Verity choking on the spicy curry. Hanging out at the disco, someone would
tap him on his shoulder and he always expected it to be her. He went out with a few girls but
sooner or later he found himself comparing his dates with Verity. He still told himself that he
wasn't going to meet Verity in October. It was a silly idea all round. The chances of her actually
being at the hotel as she said she would be were very slim. Even if she were there, she would most
likely have completely forgotten about him. So Bill definitely wasn't going to make a fool of
himself by showing up at the hotel. He therefore found it hard to explain what he was doing walking
down towards the train station just after midnight on October 31st. He'd even asked his Dad to let
him finish his shift early, which hadn't gone down well. The combination of the argument with his
Dad and the knowledge that he was about to make an idiot of himself hadn't put him in the best of
moods. He moodily kicked a discarded coke can along the gutter and wondered how far he would get
before he turned back. He surprised himself by getting all the way to the corner. He stopped there
and hovered for a moment, trying to ignore the fierce surge of disappointment in the pit of his
stomach. He gave the coke can one last vicious kick that sent it spinning into the centre of the
street and turned to go back. Just as he turned the corner, he caught a flash of movement out of
the corner of his eye. He looked back and saw her. Verity had her head down as she struggled to
carry a big, unwieldy bag. She didn't look around as if she expected to see Bill waiting. It was
one of those cold, frosty winter nights when the air was still and crisp and the moonlight
disguised everything with patterns of ivory and black shadows. Bill recognised Verity instantly
though; she had hardly changed a bit. He hurried across the street, an uncontrollable grin on his
face even before he reached Verity. "Would you like a hand with that?" Bill offered. Verity gave a
startled gasp at the sound of his voice. Then she looked up and recognised him and smiled. "Bill! I
never thought you would be here," she cried. "Oh Bill, you've made my day just by remembering." She
dropped her bag and threw her arms around Bill's neck. The next moment she was kissing him with
more enthusiasm then expertise. Bill didn't object though, he just tilted his head so their noses
weren't banging together and kissed her back. Lack of breath at last made them break apart. For a
moment there was an awkward silence, then they both started laughing at the same time. "Come on
then, let's get this bag over to the hotel," Bill said, picking it up. "Hey, this weighs a ton.
What have you got in here, all your earthly possessions?" "Something like that. I didn't bring the
kitchen sink though." "I suppose that's one thing to be grateful for. Are you sure you can check
into this hotel now?" Bill asked. "The front desk is more than likely closed by this time." "Don't
worry about that," Verity assured him. "I arranged a room last time I was here. All I have to do is
pick up the key, which should be waiting for me." It turned out that Verity's arrangements had
worked out as she had planned. The key had been left with the night clerk and he directed them up
to the room. It wasn't anything particularly special but Verity seemed happy enough. She turned on
all the lights and poked her head into the bathroom to check how good the shower was. Then she
flopped on the bed and gave a big sigh. Bill heaved her bag onto the chair in the corner and
flopped down next to her. "What now?" he asked. "Do you have to arrange to meet your cousin? Or are
you hungry?" "Oh thanks, but no. I ate not so long ago. Actually, I've got a bit of heartburn.
Could you pass me those antacids, please? Thanks. My cousin isn't around any more so I don't have
anyone I need to meet," Verity replied. She tipped her head back to look at him upside down. "I
know the sensible thing to do would be to go to sleep but that seems like such a waste. How about
you, are you tired?" "Actually I'm feeling wide awake," Bill said. "Anything in particular you
fancy doing?" "I need to take a quick shower, but after that I'm all yours. Is there much to do
around here in the early hours of a Saturday morning?" Verity inquired. "I don't actually know but
I'm sure we'll manage to entertain ourselves. You go jump in the shower and I'll just run home and
change. I could do with something a bit warmer than a waiter's uniform. So I'll meet you out front
in half an hour," Bill suggested. "Sounds good to me," Verity agreed. "Bill, can I just tell you
again how wonderful you were to remember and meet me." "You're not an easy girl to forget," Bill
told her, heading for the door. "Good," Verity said with a laugh. She rolled on to her stomach and
propped her chin up on her hands. "Hey Bill, you know you could always jump in the shower with me."
There was a long moment of silence while Bill wondered what to say. He knew what it sounded like
she was suggesting and his hormones wanted nothing more than to start ripping her clothes off.
Verity had always seemed like an old-fashioned girl though, not the kind to suggest such a thing on
what was hardly even a second date. "What exactly do you mean by that?" he asked cautiously. "I
wasn't suggesting you needed a shower because you were sweaty or anything," Vicky said. She had
turned bright red and was studiously studying her fingernails as if she was too shy to meet Bill's
gaze. "I just thought you might like to get hot and sweaty with me and then we could have a
shower." Bill still wasn't a hundred percent sure he had correctly understood what she was
offering. Verity took a deep breath, then lifted her head and looked directly at him. "It's not
something I make a habit of suggesting. It's just I know I only have twenty-four hours and I think
you are as attracted to me as I am to you. I never expected to meet anyone like you, but now I have
I think I'd like to, well, become more intimate with you. If you don't like the idea, it's OK, I'll
understand." "Oh Verity," Bill said, kneeling on the floor and cupping her face in his hands. "I
like the idea very much. You took me by surprise, that's all. I didn't want to jump to conclusions
though and then find out you had meant something entirely different." "I guess I didn't make a very
good job of it, did I?" Verity asked. "It is the first time I've ever tried to seduce anyone, you
see. In fact, I hope you don't mind but this will be the first time all round for me." "You mean
you've never, you know?" "Nope. What about you, Bill, have you ever, 'you know'?" "A couple of
times," Bill admitted. He leaned forward and gently kissed her. "You know, I think the thing I've
missed most about you is your cheeky sense of humour. And if you stick that tongue out at me again
I'm going to bite it." "That could be fun," Verity teased, poking her tongue out again. Bill dived
for her and she rolled away giggling. They wrestled each other until Bill managed to pin her to the
bed and kiss her thoroughly until they were both breathless. Their play-fighting had dispelled some
of the building sexual tension but it still simmered beneath the surface. "So, since you're the
expert around here, how do you start doing 'you know'?" Verity asked impishly. "Less of the cheek,
young lady," Bill said with mock severity. "It's customary to begin by removing all your clothes.
Would you like me to assist you or shall I just sit here and watch?" "How about we both take off
our clothes at the same time?" Verity suggested. "That way no one's sat around all goose-pimply and
self-conscious." "OK, I'll race you!" Bill challenged, already shrugging his jacket off. "Cheat!"
Verity protested, kicking her shoes off and going to work on her buttons. Clothes went flying off
in all directions and within moments they were stood on opposite sides of the bed completely naked.
Bill caught his breath at the sight of her naked body illuminated by the lamplight. His previous
encounters had been hurried affairs in dark bedrooms and this was the first time he'd really had a
chance to study a living, breathing, naked female. Her hair fell around her shoulders, drawing his
eyes down to the swell of her breasts. Her nipples had hardened, whether from arousal or the cold
air he had no way of knowing. He imagined smoothing the wrinkles out of the puckered areolas with
his tongue and his mouth went dry. His gaze moved lower over the curves of her hips and stomach to
the shadow of curls. He could feel arousal throbbing in his blood and he didn't know how long he
could control himself.

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 It didn't help that Verity was inspecting him as thoroughly as he had
examined her. If this was her first time, he wanted her to enjoy it and that wasn't going to happen
if he came in less than two minutes. Bill jumped under the covers and tried to think of as many
boring things as possible. The trouble was, Verity dived under the covers as well. The feel of her
body pressed against his drove all rational thought from his mind. She invaded every one of his
senses; sight, smell, touch were filled with her. The sound of her hurried breathing filled his
ears and he longed for the taste of her skin. She moved closer to him and her lips found his and he
knew he was in trouble. He'd heard that women needed at least twenty minutes of foreplay and he
didn't know how he was going to last that long. He gently pushed her onto her back and tried to
take control of the situation. Bill trailed his fingers along her collarbone and followed the path
with his mouth. Down the centre of her breastbone, then a spiral around her breast until he reached
the tip and sucked it deep into his mouth, playing with the sensitive nub with his tongue. He heard
Verity's breath catch, then a tiny moan escaped her. Encouraged, he transferred his attention to
her other breast but continued to stroke the first one with his free hand. He continued his
attentions until she was trembling and gasping for breath. Feeling breathless himself, he raised
his head and looked up at her. Her face and chest were flushed and her eyes were heavy-lidded with
passion. She licked her lips. Bill accepted the silent invitation and moved up to devour her mouth.
He couldn't believe how much he enjoyed kissing her, the intoxicating taste of her. The sensation
of her naked body under him and the glide of her hands over his skins increased his pleasure.
Fighting for composure, he propped himself up on his elbow and smiled down at her. "Are you OK?"
Bill asked tenderly. "Very," Verity replied. "Are you?" "Yeah. I'm just finding it hard not to get,
er, overexcited," Bill said ruefully. "It doesn't help that you're so gorgeous. Your tits are so
beautiful." Verity wrinkled her nose at him. "That's a horrible word," she complained. "I'm sorry.
What word do you prefer?" Bill asked. "Boobs is even worse and breasts seems a bit formal." "True,"
Verity admitted. "There must be something we can call them." "I know," Bill said with a grin. "I'm
going to give them names." "What?" "Names," Bill repeated. "OK, this one on the left can be Jeremy
and the one on the right is Patrick." "Jeremy and Patrick?" Verity echoed. "They're boys' names."
"So? Now all we need is to baptise them." Bill swooped down and gave each breast a big, sloppy
kiss. "Actually while we're busy, we might as well christen a few other body parts too. After all,
most of the words for the interesting bits are pretty ugly." He slid his hand down over her stomach
and between her thighs. "This sensitive bit here, we're going to call Florabelle, and this tunnel
here is Tiffany." "Oh, so those bits are female, are they?" Verity queried, giggling at him. "So it
seems. Baptism time again," Bill said, grinning wickedly. "What!" Verity exclaimed, trying to close
her legs. "Trust me," Bill told her. "You're going to like this." At first Verity was tense and
stiff but as Bill continued she gradually relaxed. Soon she was moving restlessly, her fingers
digging into the mattress. Bill's tongue was beginning to tire but he kept going until he felt her
tense and shudder. He moved back up the bed and smiled triumphantly down at Verity. "Told you that
would like it." "Mmm, Florabelle and Tiffany liked it too," Verity said. "And now it's my turn."
"Your turn to do what?" Bill asked. "A bit of baptising," Verity replied, pushing him back down on
the bed and kneeling over him. She smoothed away the hair around his nipples and contemplated them
with mock seriousness. "This one is Gladstone and this one is Enoch," she announced, then bent down
to swirl her tongue around each one in turn. "Darling, if you keep doing that I'm going to come in
two seconds or less," Bill gasped. "Oh, all right," Verity said with a pout. "Oh well, on with the
ceremonies. Now what am I going to name this?" She closed both hands around his arousal and Bill
bit down hard on his lip. "I know, Winifred," she declared, and swooped down to replace her hands
with her mouth. The sensation coursed through his bloodstream and he had to reach down to stop her.
"Verity, honestly, I can't control myself if you keep doing that," he warned. "I read in one of
those advice columns that sometimes it's a good idea for the man to come first, then there's plenty
of time to fool around while he gets hard again." "Oh did you?" Bill asked in surprise. "What
magazine was this in? 'Sex Weekly'?" "No, 'Cosmopolitan', silly. Don't you think it's a good idea?"
Verity inquired. "I was hoping you might teach me how to do a blow-job?" "A blow-job," Bill
spluttered. "That's right. I've read references to them but it never says exactly how to do them,"
Verity explained. "Is this 'Cosmo' again?" Bill asked. "Is that yes?" Verity countered. "Darling, I
don't think there's a man alive who would refuse a blow-job," Bill informed her. "If you really
want to give it a try I'd love it. I don't expect you to swallow though." "I'll try anything once,"
Verity said. "As long as it's not as hot as a Vindaloo." "Not as far as I'm aware," Bill assured
her. He lay back as her mouth closed around him. She experimented with every variation of sucking
and licking she could think up, consulting Bill to see which he preferred. Bill tried to last as
long as he could but all too soon he was coming. True to her word, Verity kept on sucking him,
doing her best to swallow as he filled her mouth. When he had finished she sat back and wiped the
excess off her mouth. "Hmm, not exactly the nicest taste in the world, but then not the worst
either," was her verdict. "You are the most amazing girl I've ever met," Bill said. "Now come here,
sexy. We've got some fooling around to do." She came willingly into his arms and he pulled the
covers over them both. He had been worried he might not be able to get another arousal but as they
explored each other's bodies he could soon feel himself growing hard again. He investigated every
inch of her body and by the time he entered her she was wet and ready for him. She flinched
slightly at first, as her body stretched around him, and Bill forced himself to hold still to give
her a chance to adjust. She was incredibly hot and snug around him and he was finding it difficult
to hold on to a coherent thought. She had a look of intense concentration on her face as she
focused on the new feelings. Then she gave a little wriggle of her hips, nibbling on her lip as she
experienced the sensations deep inside her. She gave a slow smile and opened her eyes to look at
Bill. "That's good," she drawled. Bill groaned and slowly withdrew, then pushed back into her
again. It was like sinking into a damp velvet sheath. She was so tight that her internal muscles
clung to every millimetre of him, the friction stimulating him almost unbearably. She adjusted her
legs, wrapping them around his waist. Her heels dug into his buttocks, urging him on as they found
their rhythm. She began to rotate her hips every time he plunged into her. Her breath was coming in
gasps and sighs and her eyes had drifted closed again. Then her fingernails dug into his back and
she climaxed moments before he succumbed to his second orgasm. They lay tangled together on the bed
for a while. Bill was just starting to doze off when Verity stirred and sat up. "If we stay here
we're just going to fall asleep," she said. "Come on, I think we're both hot and sweaty enough for
that shower now." "You should be exhausted," Bill complained. "Pleasantly tired, I'll admit to
that," Verity told him. "I've only got twenty-four hours though, and I don't want to waste time
sleeping. If you want to get some sleep I understand. We'll just arrange to meet up later. I need
to do some shopping anyway. I desperately need some new clothes." Now she mentioned it, Bill
realised she had been wearing exactly the same clothes as she'd had on in February. He had thought
them outdated then, and even more so now but it didn't seem a tactful thing to say. "Hey, a shower
will wake me up in no time. Especially if I get to wash Jeremy and Patrick." "Only if I get to wash
Winifred!" "Sounds like a good deal to me," Bill said, following her into the bathroom. Sure enough
the shower washed away his sleepiness. They towelled each other dry and Bill scrambled into his
clothes while Verity dried her long hair. "I've thought of somewhere to take you for breakfast,"
Bill told her. "You finish getting ready and wear something warm while I go get my car. I'll meet
you out front in about quarter of an hour.

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