I hastily flipped open my phone. "Hullo?"
"Hiya, sweet. How was your exam?" kindly asked my father.
"Ah, it went well thanks... finished it before everyone else. I'm just taking a much-needed tea-scone-ciggie break." I said, smiling. David winked at me after I said the word "break".
"Well that's great then," said Dad. I could hear the hum of traffic, the ice rain hitting and potentially breaking the smooth, pristine windshield of his new lorry. "Jude, I'm gonna be about an hour late. I'll pick you up at the tea shop, yeah? At 4 rather than of 3?"
"Yea sure dad, there's a bit more shopping I'd like to sort out. Call me when you get here." I winked at David and uncharacteristically I licked my lips. Flicked my tongue over them, blew a sensual kiss. My lipstick stuck loyally to my pouty mouth. David looked at me in a bit of a shocked way. I strike people as slightly conservative, (not a bible-thumping do-gooder no swearing prude) but just modest and shy anyroad. Not today! I was a new woman. I had an unquenchable sexual appetite, but maybe David could help me satisfy it today. I was a virgin, sure but I was so attracted to David that it didn't matter. As I took off my coat, I could see Dave shaking a little bit. The thighs in his jeans became a lot tighter and his breathing became harder. There was a sexy look in his eyes. His head wavered in a gobsmacked shake. He read my mind. I can't believe this is happening.
I used to think that virginity was something that had to be savoured until marriage. That's just the way it went when I was young but now that I've grown up and found this new dimension of myself, the marriage doesn't matter. Neither does the wedding, reception or nuptuals. It's the person. Only the person. Not the world around you, not the cars going by. Sometimes it's just you and him and the rain. That's how I felt that day.
I hung up the phone, pretending things were normal. "Dad said he'll be another hour. And I told him that I'll get sommore shopping done but I think I'm skint!"
"Well, Jude, maybe we can spend time together that will be a Chrimbo present for you. Want to leave?"
Thumpthumpthumpbzzzbzzzbzzz goes my heart again. "Of course. I'm baking in here it's getting much too hot." We left, our fingers gently yet tightly interweaving. It felt so damn good to have a man hold my hand. I felt the roughness of labour yet the softness of love and intimacy and adoration. This must be one of my erotic dreams where everyone is so perfect, so willing and unselfish. I pinch my breasts to make sure this is real; yes it is the sensation drives me wild and people look at me pecularily (that's my sodding luck!).
David and I cross the street. Strangely, there is a vacant building; well it's not abandoned, mind you but newly being built. The sun was just peering out at us from its cloudy windows, its blankets. The windows in the building were newly installed as were the doors but that's all there were. At least we were out of the biting cold. I broke te ice by saying so,
"At least we're in unseen eyes. Wow, this is incredible. I wonder what kind of place this will be," I said, moseying around. It smelled of cut cedar and crisp, pink insulation, wet from the ice crystals that blew through the door.

I also knew of one other thing that was pink and fresh and wet. It laid between my legs and it was twenty years old, ready to be inhabited by some kind of long, hard entity. It's waited too long! I thought. I chuckled to myself.

"What's up babe?" Dave asked. He winked at me and licked those delicious lips.
"Oh just the fact that this building isn't the only thing that's damp and vacant," I said, winking back.

I looked at him for a while longer. Goddamn it, he was fine. That lanky body, those large hands and solid (but not thick) fingers. I wondered how it would feel for both of us if I removed those heavy work clothes, his cap, and his shoes and to be totally raw. Just as he had seen me that morning. I was especially taken by his beautiful crystal eyes. They were blue stars that knew my every thought, my soul and awakened my passion. I thought I was taken somewhere else. Out of the cynical cold of Liverpool. Out of this lazy, sexless world. And into a realm where there was maturity and change and... life. And of course love, with a retained sense of innocence.