Where did your heart go? (The Heart Trilogy Book 1) (15 page)

Chapter 19

Friday
1
st
July, 1988

At last my exams are over and I can breathe a sigh of relief and just wait for the results. But I had more pressing things to worry about; James was coming down and taking me to our end of year dance. It had taken me weeks to find the perfect dress, as I looked at it hanging on my wardrobe door. I had been to the hairdresser’s earlier and my hair was piled high on my head, curled to perfection with tendrils escaping down my cheeks, I just had my make up to do and my dress to put on before James came to collect me. He had been working today so was just able to get away in time to drive down and pick me up before the dance.

Sarah had been just as excited as she had been dating Chris since our weekend together in April and they made such a cute couple. James was picking us all up, me first and then Chris and finally Sarah. I had even bought new underwear as the dress was strapless; underneath it I wore a full petticoat that made the skirt stand out, beneath this a black satin strapless bra, French knickers, suspender belt and stockings. I couldn’t wait for James to see the whole ensemble later when he undressed me. Tonight was going to be the night, the last time we had been together in May things had grown even stronger between us as we had explored even further and I had let him stroke me and he had finally made me come in the shower under some guidance from my hand and the shower head. I couldn’t wait to feel that magical feeling as our two bodies became one.

I was so caught up in my daydreams that I never heard the car pull into the drive and was startled from my daydreams as James walked into my room and quickly drew in his breath.

“Wow, you look amazing” he breathed as he crossed the room and paused to take me all in. Then I walked into his arms and we kissed so much that when I drew away I couldn’t help but laugh at my lipstick on his lips. I wiped it off and then paused to put some more on.

“Is your bag ready?” he asked

“Yes” I breathed, as we were heading back
to his parents for a whole week, I could hardly believe it.

At the bottom of the stairs my Mum and Dad were waiting, Dad with his camera poised.

“I have to get a photograph of you looking so beautiful” he said “My little girl looks all grown up tonight”

James stood aside as my Dad snapped away “Can you take one of us together?” I eventually managed to ask. He nodded as James came and joined me and put his arm around my waist, he looked so gorgeous in his suit and tie, and he literally took my breath away that evening.

Once I had said goodbye we headed for the car and then once we had picked up Sarah and Chris we arrived at the hotel where the dance was being hosted. I felt so smug when we all entered the room and quite a few heads swivelled to stare at the four of us. I noticed the jealous glances of some of the girls in our year who hadn’t managed to get a date, or who were just dating guys in our year.

After getting drinks for us we got on the dance floor. I had never seen James move before but he was good, then later in the evening they started on the slow songs and the lights were dimmed. All of a sudden the lilting melody of Take my Breath away came through the speakers and a dedication

“To the most beautiful girl in the world, you know who you are” I stared up at James and he grinned down at me “It’s for you, baby” he said as he took me in his arms and we moved slowly to the rhythm,
feeling as if we were the only two people on the dance floor, or even the world.

As it was getting late we headed to the foyer and said goodbye to Sarah and Chris. Once in the car James turned to me and said “We’re not going to my parents place, we are going somewhere special instead”

“Where” I asked
.

“It’s a surprise” he replied as we headed off into the darkness.

I must have drifted off as t
he sudden stop of the car woke me up and I realised we were outside a large hotel.

“Wow” I breathed “This looks posh”

“You deserve it” James replied as he helped me out of the car and we went up the steps to the door. Once James had signed us in we headed for our room, opening the door I wandered in and once again I was speechless.

“This looks lovely, I bet it was expensive”

“Well, we have lots to celebrate but as it’s late I’ll explain in the morning” he said as he put our bags down and looked at the large four poster bed.

“I think you are wearing far too many clothes for the occasion” he murmured as I was again in his arms and the kisses began. Slowly he untied my dress at the back and then as it fell to the floor he drew in his breath once more as he removed the petticoat and drank in the sight of me in my new underwear.

“You truly look amazing” he said, as I grabbed his tie and pulled him close again.

Before I knew it we were lying on the bed and I was naked in his arms as his lips travelled down my body, they didn’t stop as they passed my belly button and soon he was
kissing me in a place where he had never kissed me before. I gasped at the sensations rising through my body; this was much better than the shower head. Then he was heading back up my body to capture my lips in his and then to my ear “Are you ready?” he asked “Yes” I breathed as he moved over me and we continued to kiss as he slipped a condom on. I arched my body beneath him as he slowly pushed his hardness into me for the very first time. I caught my breath, as the pain shot through me but I didn’t let it show as James continued to kiss me and slowly move inside of me, the pressure was building. Then all of a sudden I felt him shudder and then slow as he held me close. Where were the fireworks? The symphony of music that many books had led me to believe would happen at this very moment. Perhaps I had done it wrong?

James pulled me into his arms and kissed me again “That was wonderful, baby, I love you” he breathed “I love you too” I replied, hoping he wouldn’t catch the slight tinge of disappointment in my voice. But he was too sharp not to notice and he leaned up “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

“No, it was fine but where were the fireworks I read about” I asked, quietly.

“I think the first time is always like that, I know mine was” he replied “but then I wasn’t with a girl I loved as much as I love you” he replied.

“Will it get better?” I asked.

“Yes, I will make sure it does” James replied so solemnly that I couldn’t help but start to giggle.

“I love you James with all my heart and soul” I finally said as I kissed him again and then snuggled up into his awaiting arms.

“I love you too Steph” he breathed, as sleep took us and we drifted away.

Saturday 2
nd
July, 1988

We awoke suddenly to a knock on the door, I watched as James sprang out of bed and grabbing one of the hotel robes just smiled and opened the door. It was room service with breakfast on a tray, which the waitress left on a small table next to some French doors. Rubbing my eyes I smiled at this opulence as James carried over two glasses of orange juice and after putting them on the bedside table he slipped back into bed beside me.

“Morning baby” he murmured as I pulled him into my arms and the passion overtook us. This time James took much longer kissing and caressing me so that by the time he slipped in I was weak with longing and my whole body was on fire under his touch. We moved together, our hearts beating as one and I flew, high on this fantastic feeling of being with James.

Floating back down to earth together we must have slept a bit more, lying sated in each other’s arms. By the time we reached the breakfast tray the coffee had gone cold, but we enjoyed the croissants and orange juice as we sat at the table together in our dressing gowns, staring out at the blue sky and sea below us.

“So where are we?” I asked between mouthfuls

“Lytham St Anne’s” James replied “It’s the town just next to Blackpool”

Opening the French doors I stepped out onto the small balcony and smiled as the heat of the midday sun warmed my skin.

“It’s a fabulous day, shall we hit the beach?” I asked, as James slid his arms around me and rested his chin on my head.

“Sounds good to me, I’m sure I packed some towels for the beach, hope you have your bikini?”

“Yes” I replied as I turned around and on tiptoes I reached up and kissed James again.

“If you keep doing that I don’t think I’m going to manage to leave the room” James breathed, his hands beneath my dressing gown already.

“Come on” I responded as I dragged him into the bathroom and after showering together we packed a bag and dressed for the beach
.

We sauntered along the promenade until we found a secluded spot. Lying on a towel on one of our rare hot summer days I thought nothing could beat this feeling, especially as we were staying until James 21st Birthday on the Tuesday before heading home for a family meal and then a party at the weekend.

“What shall we do with our time?” I asked, looking into his blue eyes and revelling in his hot gaze and cheeky smile.

“Obviously more time in the bedroom” he laughed, wickedly “We could go clubbing in Blackpool tonight and then there is the pleasure beach too perhaps on Sunday and a nice meal on either Sunday or Monday, what do you think?”

“That sounds like a great plan, how about a dip in the sea now?” I suggested.

“Race you” he replied as we both ran down to the shoreline and into the rather cold waves.

We soon warmed up again on the beach and then we stopped at MacDonald’s for tea before heading back to the hotel.

“How did you manage to afford all this?” I asked, once we were back in our room and cuddled up on the bed watching a spot of television.

“Mum and Dad offered me some money for my Birthday so I asked if I could have an early loan and I’ve spent it on us.

We were soon changed and waiting for our taxi to pick us up and take us out nightclubbing. I had spent the day practising my fake date of birth so that I would pass for 18 if anyone asked, however we nearly didn’t go out when James realised I was wearing my lilac fitted dress again and almost took me back to bed there and then. I had never been to a nightclub before and I was overawed by the sights and sounds as we queued to get in. There were no issues on the door as we strolled in and I gazed around me, wow it was fantastic, and the sort of club I wanted to work in as a DJ when I finished school.

James had already told me it was the best in the area.

We danced so much and I real
ly enjoyed learning the moves to ‘900 Number. By the time the taxi arrived to collect us I had already removed my heels as my feet were hurting so much from dancing all night. When we got back to the hotel James picked me up and carried me through the door so I didn’t have to put my shoes back on.

Once back in our room the bed beckoned and after making love again we both slept, holding each other, our breath in time with the beat of our hearts.

Sunday 3
rd
July, 1988

This morning we managed to get up and go down to breakfast as after last nights dancing we were both starving so we enjoyed a full English. It was another fabulous day so we headed out in the car and drove to Blackpool to enjoy it’s many daytime delights. It was the tower first and well worth the long climb up the stairs for the views at the top. On the way back down we took in the historic ballroom and watched the couples gliding gracefully around the polished wooden floor and the fantastic organ that appeared to rise up from below the stage. As we watched an elderly couple spotted us and then persuaded us into a short easy waltz lesson, taking each of us and going through the steps and then they let us have a go together. It was great fun, especially when James lifted me up at the end of the song and kissed me there and then.

After lunch of Fish and Chips at the famous Harry Ramsden’s we made our way into the bustle of the Pleasure Beach and all the rides it had in store. We loved the old fashioned Grand National and got soaked on the log flume and also in the Tunnel of Love. Candyfloss and hot dogs later we were pleased to be heading back to the Hotel for a rest. Pulling me into his arms James waltzed me towards the bed and we collapsed together in a pile of arms and legs as our lips found each other and our clothes were soon discarded on the floor.

As we moved into the usual position I pulled back and looked into James’ eyes “Can I try going on top this time?” I asked, feeling slightly nervous but willing to give it a go.

“Sure, James replied as he swung me over so that I was lying on top of him, as we continued to kiss as our hands took in the shape and feel of each other’s bodies, never tiring of the wonder it all bought. Carefully I positioned myself and then gently lowered myself onto him, it felt so different and fantastic. Perched astride him I felt powerful and sexy as hell. I shook my hair loose from its pony tail and started to move up and down, realising that this position was bringing me to my very first orgasm. As it hit me I shuddered in James’ arms, gasped and kissed him so deeply that the rhythms that were moving through my body were overlapping with his in a personal symphony of pleasure.