We must be aroused by this discovery as instead of running after our dear friend and trying to explain, we begin kissing again and then race to her bedroom. This time she allows me to remove her clothes, all except her stockings as she is chilly, and under the bedclothes our skin presses against each other’s and my hands freely touch all the hair and skin of her queer with no clothing in the way. I run my hands all over her body, which finally is mine to caress and squeeze as I feel down each of her legs and the softness of her buttocks and run my hands behind her, arching her up towards me as I run my tongue down her neck, between her breasts, kissing her belly and protruding hip bones, then down into her hair. I move so I can kiss her, truly kiss her down there, and find her opening with my tongue and gently push it inside and around her; licking, kissing, sucking, my hands holding hers by her sides as she groans with pleasure. She mumbles for me to stop but I push harder with my tongue, harder and faster, her hands clasped in mine, her legs writhing on the bed and her breath coming faster and faster.

Thank you, Mrs Priestley!

I rather hoped she would walk in a second time. This would confirm without a shadow of a doubt my intentions towards innocent Miss Walker – but this time the door was firmly locked.

Miss Walker cannot help but let out a cry as her body shudders. I release her hands and sit back, pulling off all the covers to see her fully naked for the first time, hot and flushed. For a moment she lies there, allowing the pleasure to subside, her eyes closed, her delicate lower lip clenched between her perfect teeth, arms outstretched, legs apart, beautiful, vulnerable, mine.

Then of course, she remembers all her insecurities and pulls the covers back over herself. I slump beside her and begin to kiss her again. I tell her how beautiful she looks, and she softens, allowing me to move in close to her and pull her body against mine, skin against skin. I hold her closely. How can I make her confident? How can I make her free? Seemingly encouraged, she reaches down and remembering how I pleasure her with my fingers she does the same to me. She is no expert and so takes some time, but the excitement of seeing her whole body for the first time allows me to succumb and then we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

I dream that a dragon comes to take over Shibden and he will not leave unless I sacrifice Miss Walker to him, and in the dream, I do. I do not hesitate. I wake up feeling guilty, but she has already risen and redressed as if nothing has happened.

Miss Walker