The Ice Maiden is Melting

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THE GIRLS NEXT DOOR

Chapter Two

The ice maiden is melting

This is part two of the Girls Next Door. Part one was called The Tennis Partners Kiss. The prequel is called Tea Crumpets and Cream Pies.

Emma

It was a beautiful June day, the sort of weather that seduces you into thinking the rest of the summer will be the same, which is rarely the case in England.

Emma was awake early. The sun was already seeping through the trees in the garden and filtering into her room. She stretched out luxuriously under the duvet and thought about her plans for the day. David, her friend who lived next door, would meet her that morning to go horse riding. Then, after lunch, she was going to fuck him.

He knew, of course, about the former, but she hoped the latter would come as a pleasant surprise. She had been thinking about it for a long time. Now, everything seemed favourable to tempt him into bed. David was never going to make the first move.

For many years, while she was growing up, he was the man living next door, apparently happy in his marriage and nothing more than a nice, friendly, good-looking chap she met occasionally at the riding stables where she worked part-time. Then, three years ago, they met at a neighbour’s garden party at the beginning of the summer. Emma had just turned eighteen and was waiting to start a university course in September. She guessed David to be in his early thirties.

The rapport was instant! Their conversation was mainly about horses and had gone on far longer than was appropriate for a young girl and older man at a party. In some ways, he reminded her of a younger version of her father, who had been killed two years previously in a car crash.

Her mother obviously disapproved of them talking so long together, perhaps because their conversation was animated and they were so clearly enjoying each other’s company. Still, her intuition suggested another reason, possibly connected with the accident or perhaps her mother and father’s previous friendship with David and his wife. The four of them had been friends way back and she remembered how David and her mother had played a lot of tennis together.

Why had they stopped?

His wife had been in the car with her father and had also died in the accident. Nobody seemed to know why they were together or where they were going. It was something never talked about and she was surprised that David and her mother had not supported each other after the accident and perhaps eased their pain by sharing their mutual grief.

The conversation ended abruptly as her mother escorted her to meet other friends. She would have liked to stay talking to David and she was sure he felt the same.

After that garden party, they met frequently at the stables and often rode together, sometimes stopping for a drink on the way home. She had the holidays ahead and he did not have to work full time, so they had plenty of days when they were able to go riding, which was her favourite pastime.

She valued the chance to develop a friendship and talk to someone older than herself who was not a family member. Someone who seemed genuinely interested in what she had to say and never patronised her. David was kind and intelligent. Most importantly, he made her laugh. She enjoyed his company; the fact he was good-looking in a younger George Clooney sort of way added spice to the relationship. The other girls at the stables said he was ‘hot’.

They all fancied him.

She had been very close to her father and missed him terribly. It had left a gap in her life that would never be filled. However, she found David easy to talk to and confided in him, which was something she could never do with her mother. It was a relationship with the added zest of remaining a secret, as she had specifically asked that her mother should not know what was happening. A request that David readily agreed to.

Her new friendship coincided with the aftershock of her first sexual experience and did much to bring joy back into her life. When she was with him, the emotional wound she had experienced quickly began to heal.

Emma was a stunningly attractive young lady who inherited her mother’s intelligence and beauty with long fair hair, blue eyes, a slim figure and long, shapely legs. She often looked at herself naked in the mirror and was pleased with what she saw. Perhaps her breasts could be bigger, but she knew that men found them attractive.

It was only recently that she had her first steady boyfriend. As far as sex was concerned, she was a late starter. Many of her girlfriends were sexual veterans by her age and she was eighteen before her first real experience. It had been a disastrous introduction and the consequences profoundly affected her subsequent relationships.

She had been dating Chris for some months and like most teenagers, they had indulged in heavy petting, istanbul escort which in reality meant going as far as you could without penetration.

She finally lost her virginity in the front seat of his car. Where else would you first experience the joys of sex? In reality, ‘lost’ is the wrong word, for it was willingly offered. After years of horse riding and weeks of sexual experimentation, there was not much left to give.

Emma was amazed and intrigued by the way she could make his penis grow by just touching it and she did not discourage him when he undid her bra and fondled her breasts. There was a shiver of excitement the first time he put his hand up her skirt and between her legs. She encouraged him by rolling her tights and panties down to give him better access to a part of her that had been very private.

He may have been unaware of where her clitoris was and certainly had no idea about the G-Spot or where it might be found. However, he had no trouble locating her vagina and putting a finger inside, unlocking some delightful sensations, edging her towards orgasm but never quite getting there.

At the same time, she would stroke his penis and because she had always stopped him from going any further, it seemed only fair to bring him to a climax. Emma remembered experiencing shock the first time he ejaculated. It came as a surprise and spurted streams of semen all over her hands, skirt and underwear. She licked some of it off her fingers but did not like the smell or taste and wondered how women could take this in their mouths and sometimes even swallow it.

It was just after her eighteenth birthday in late May. They had been at a party celebrating the end of the ‘A Level’ exams and were pretty drunk. Chris should not have been driving in his state, but they parked as usual that night on the way home. They were particularly horny, so when he produced a condom from his pocket, she nodded and they both knew what that meant.

There was a mad scramble as he hurriedly pulled down her tights and panties, rushing to take off his trousers and boxers. As he rolled the condom onto his erect penis, he climbed over to her side of the car, kneeling between her legs. She was aware of pushing her hips forward to the edge of the seat and that her vagina was now moist as a result of the arousal she was experiencing. As he edged his cock closer, the size of the thing that was about to enter her was frightening and almost made her back off.

But it was too late now.

He eased her legs as wide as the car seat allowed, his hands trembling with excitement and anticipation. She expected some foreplay, at least for him to put a finger inside to widen the entrance to her vagina, which was tiny. It was also his first time, so inexperience and over-eagerness led him to try to enter her immediately. The tip of his penis pushed hard against the outer lips of her vagina, followed by a short stab of pain as it reluctantly yielded to this incursion. Then he was inside her.

It felt huge and the moisture in her vagina was not sufficient to comfortably ease his entry. They needed lubricant, but neither of them had come prepared. However, he was hell-bent on his satisfaction and did not realise how much discomfort and distress he was causing. There was little appreciation of Emma’s feelings. There was no tenderness shown as he forced his way into her.

Chris seemed possessed of an animal-like wildness and after a few slow, clumsy thrusts, his movement became faster. Gradually the walls of her vagina widened, finally capitulating to this invasion. One final push took him deep inside and it seemed to Emma that he was forcing his penis up against the entrance to her cervix, which was very uncomfortable and painful. Her pleas for him not to go so deep and to be more gentle were ignored and almost immediately, his body stiffened. His penis, already enormous, seemed to enlarge. He shuddered, let out a cry and climaxed. His semen was released in powerful spurts and she felt each ejaculation pulsing deep inside her.

Gradually, the surge subsided as his flow diminished and his movements stopped. Emma could feel a slippery warmth spreading in her vagina, which at first was pleasant as it provided some much-needed lubrication. However, any enjoyment was quickly curtailed as she realised that the condom had probably split and this was his semen flooding into her fertile body. She knew that millions of his sperm were now invading her vagina and may have already entered her cervix. He seemed unaware of what had happened and as he withdrew, she felt the wet gooeyness between her legs as his semen oozed out of her body.

The end of the condom had split, probably due to the roughness of his entry and the lack of lubrication, confirming her worst fears. His only reaction was, “Oh fuck, the condom has split. Try not to mess up my carpets.”

And that was it!

A few moments of discomfort, no blissful or exquisite sensations, istanbul rus escort no feelings of tenderness, no expressions of love and then the terror of an unwanted pregnancy. There had been no pleasure in this for her.

It had been a nightmare.

She did the best she could to clean up. His semen seemed everywhere. It was a real mess made worse by his concern only for his car. She pulled up her panties and tights so that he could take her home as quickly as possible. During the journey, she was aware of the sticky feeling between her legs as more of his seed dribbled out. It made her feel ashamed and disgusted by what had happened.

When he dropped her off, she ran inside without saying goodbye. Fortunately, her parents were asleep, so she was able to get rid of her soiled underwear and shower using her soapy fingers to remove most of the semen that remained inside, including a piece of the condom that had broken off. But she knew despite all attempts to remove them, many of his sperm were already inside her cervix and making their way into her fallopian tubes. Their only purpose was impregnation when she ovulated in a few days.

Emma hated the feeling that she was carrying his seed like some alien and that it would remain in her for the next five days. The thought that his unwanted sperm had invaded her body and worse, might now fertilise a new life made her feel sick.

Early the following day, Emma went to the chemist for the morning-after pill, which was acutely embarrassing. Then, there was a wait of two weeks to see if her period had started. This was the only way she would know if she had prevented conception. She was sick with worry, heightened by keeping the knowledge to herself. If she told a friend, it would be all around the school and even though her mother was a consultant gynaecologist, an expert in her field, she could not talk to her.

During that time, Chris kept phoning to see if she had started her period. For the first time, she realised how shallow and self-centred he was. It was all about him. He never once asked how she felt or apologised for what had happened. Emma was lonely and unable to share her concerns, so when her period did start, she deliberately kept him waiting for another two weeks until she told him the news.

And then Emma dumped him as a boyfriend.

Later she found out he had been boasting to his friends that he had fucked her. She made sure the school gossip knew that he had not even managed to keep it up for thirty seconds and that his ego was twice the size of his cock.

Emma had read that revenge was a dish best eaten cold.

When Emma knew she was not pregnant, she arranged to go on the pill to prevent anything like that from ever happening again. Her mother had been urging her to do it since she was seventeen.

This had all been a dreadful experience. Something Emma thought would be wonderful turned out to be horrible and it was only knowledge of her body and reproductive system that prevented her from becoming pregnant. Without the morning-after pill, which prevented ovulation, she would almost certainly have conceived a child.

And that was her introduction to sexual intercourse.

A few moments of clumsy, painful penetration and for what? Emma wondered how many girls had become pregnant from a similar, short, unpleasant and unfulfilling fuck. If this was all sex had to offer, she could very well do without it.

Now her schooldays were over and she had the summer to look forward to before she started at university. Considering what she had endured, it could have been a miserable holiday were it not for the fact a few weeks later, she met David at the party and they started going, as often as they could, for their long rides together. They would often stop for a drink on the way back. Their relationship blossomed each time they met.

It was a happy coincidence and the therapy provided by their companionship diminished the emotional pain she otherwise would have had to deal with on her own. Even though she never talked to him about what had happened, being in his company was an excellent tonic. Emma found happiness when they were together.

Initially, their attachment was one cemented by their love of horses and riding, but soon, this had broadened into a more comprehensive relationship. There had never been a hint of anything other than friendship. It was purely platonic and was a very ‘Victorian’ type of companionship between a young woman and an older man. Perhaps old-fashioned but highly valued by them both.

In September, this all ended when her new life started at medical college. She was excited about going but felt unusually sad about saying goodbye to David. It was the beginning of a new phase in her life.

For the next two years, Emma remained celibate and deliberately avoided any relationship that would result in sex. She flirted with a lesbian friend for a short time. That was sexually pleasant, but she quickly realised izmir escort that a sapphic relationship was not for her. Nobody of either sex ticked the boxes to make them a suitable partner and lover.

Perhaps her expectations were far too high, or the experience of sex had made her frigid!

Once, towards the end of her second year, she tried sex again due to the liberating influence of alcohol, this time with someone from outside the college who was older. Emma never mentioned she was on the pill and insisted her partner should use a condom even though she was now safe from pregnancy. It was a vast improvement over her first time, but she never got near a climax and was glad when he came and withdrew. She never felt relaxed and did not repeat it despite his protestations of love and lust.

It seemed that sexual satisfaction was not for her.

At college, they were all young and promiscuous. Sometimes the parties were nothing more than drug and drink-induced orgies. Emma was never tempted to join in and had a reputation as an ‘ice maiden’ with the male students. She found that ironic. The definition was a woman who was a heartless virgin. She was neither

Emma worked hard and enjoyed her studies without the distraction of any sexual relationship. As a result, she was at the top of her year. She was shocked that during her time working in a hospital that formed part of her training, the more senior the doctor, the more likely they were to try and fuck the female interns. They were all considered ‘fair game’ and it seemed a rite of passage that they should provide sexual favours to some of the surgeons. A few of her friends ended up in their beds or across their office desks.

It was not true that Emma was not interested in sex or hated men. All she wanted was to experience the voluptuous eye-rolling orgasms that some of the porn stars seemed to enjoy or pretended to. She was still drawn to the opposite sex, enjoying male company, especially her gay friends, because she knew that there was no ulterior motive involved.

Emma’s relationship with David became more intense during her first two years at medical college. He was the first person she would visit in the holidays and she looked forward to seeing him more each time they took the opportunity to ride together. It was when she felt most relaxed and happy.

They spent increasingly long periods talking and texting when apart. She could always turn to him when things were not going well. He came to see her one day when she was feeling really low and they spent hours on a long hike together, enjoying each other’s company. They had dinner together and when he left for home, he kissed her on each cheek, which was the extent of their physical contact. That night, she cried in bed, wishing David was beside her.

Now, three years after meeting at that fateful garden party, Emma had reached the halfway stage of her medical training. She had arrived home yesterday for the summer break just as her mother was leaving for one of her medical conferences, this time in Finland.

When Emma was home, she always felt excited about seeing David again. The death of her father left a huge gap in her life. Her relationship with David did not replace that but formed a perfect substitute. When at her most vulnerable, he never took advantage. He was the only man she knew who had never crossed the line of friendship.

The curious thing was, in the last year, she wanted him to do just that!

Emma was twenty-one. Some of her friends from school already had babies and stable relationships. Others had enjoyed sexual enlightenment with multiple partners. All she had experienced were two dismal attempts at lovemaking that had been a total disappointment. She wasn’t a virgin. But she might as well have been.

Emma needed fulfilment as a woman and an experienced, caring lover to unlock that small door in the wall to the magic garden of sexual joy she knew existed. David was the only one with the key.

He was fit, good-looking, in his early thirties and she realised that her feelings for him had transcended simple friendship into something far more profound. Emma knew he had many different girlfriends since his wife died. There was one she had seen visit him regularly, a beautiful dark-haired girl about her age who wore short skirts and looked slim and very sexy. She felt a pang of jealousy as she guessed he was probably fucking her and that he also enjoyed the company of other women with all they had to offer.

There was no doubt a psychiatrist would define her feelings for David as a father fixation. But what sort of daughter deliberately sets out to fuck her Dad?

David

Next door, David was also awake early and enjoying a coffee. He was looking forward to seeing Emma again. In fact, he was overjoyed at the prospect. She was home from medical college and they were due to meet for a ride later that morning. He had been looking forward to this for the last three months.

Early morning was the best part of the day for him. It was when his thoughts often turned to the past. He still missed his wife. They had been married for nine years when she was killed four years ago in a dreadful car accident along with his next-door neighbour Peter.

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