Part One

White. The brightness felt like a physical force, blinding me. A name escaped my lips, "Anna," but the voice was a croak I barely recognized as my own. A rhythmic beeping drilled into my skull, constant and maddening. I couldn't move, couldn't even turn my head to find its source. I just wanted it to stop. "Anna." A voice was talking to me, a low murmur of questions I couldn't grasp. The only answer I had was her name, again and again. Then the white faded to black, a welcome relief.

My car. The rain. The beginning.

I first saw Anna getting soaked by a passing lorry. She’d been waiting at a bus stop near my office, and a wall of puddle water hit her from head to foot. The driver didn’t even slow down. I pulled over. She was furious, but in a posh, tight-lipped way. Her hair was plastered flat, mascara tracking down her cheeks, blouse stuck to her skin. However, all I could think of was that she was beautiful. I drove her home, waited while she changed, and then took her to work. When she pointed to the building next to mine, I played it cool.

It was something I never confessed to her, but I watched for her to leave that evening, in the hope that I could give her another lift. I innocently wandered out, just as she was leaving, and pretended not to notice her until she called out to me.

"Oh hi," I said, all casual like. "How are you?" We shared a joke about the incident that had happened earlier and then I made my move. "If you are going home I could drop you," I said hopefully. I raised my head to the now clear-blue sky overhead and added, "Might be safer, it looks like rain."

Anna laughed, and after some protesting she agreed. Just as I started to feel the first spark of hope, she suggested I come in and meet her boyfriend. The magic vanished. Sadly, she also talked a lot about him on the journey to her house and so before I met him, I disliked him. Apparently, he was heir to quite a fortune and had recently taken up competitive surfing, which she seemed to find fascinating. 

When I did meet Simon, the rich surfer, the worst part was how effortlessly confident he seemed. Broad-shouldered and at an ease that suggested he had never once worried about money in his life. My dislike hardened into something solid and bitter, and I made my excuses to leave as quickly as I could without being rude. I wasn't exactly bad looking and the hours I spent in the gym had honed my body nicely, but the riches I could not compete with. I came from a council house. No shame in that, but the differences in Simon and me were clear. I also lived with my parents at that point in time, something I had been forced to own up to in front of surfer dude. I am sure I saw laughter in his eyes as he made me repeat myself. Still I had achieved one thing. Anna and I were now officially car-sharing to and from work. So I would see her every day!

Anna was beautiful in a way that was hard to pin down, something about the proportion of her features, the way she held herself, the particular shade of her eyes. Her face was a little long and her nose a bit big, but her huge eyes were hard not to stare at. She had this habit of going cross-eyed if I looked at her for too long. I would smile and look shyly away, but something in my chest would tighten, almost painfully.

The car sharing had gone on for several months, meaning it was now summer and the two of us had got to know each other well. Whether you would say I was in love, or I just had the most enormous crush, I have no idea. All I do know is I thought about Anna all the time. She filled my fantasies and I grew to hate the weekends, time when I would not see her.

Towards the middle of August, I mentioned my parents were finally taking their holiday for the week.

"What a coincidence," said Anna. "Simon's off to Hawaii for that surf competition."

The dinner date was settled. I would come to her place around seven on Friday so there were no worries about work the next day. It all sounded perfect. "See you later," she said as I dropped her home that night.

"Yes, see you later," I replied, sounding far more confident than I felt. I was twenty and had hardly been with any girls. My shyness and lack of experience had become a vicious circle, each failure eating away at what little confidence I had. 

Not that I expected anything to happen. Obviously I hoped, but there was Simon and I knew Anna was almost thirty. She had called me a "real baby" when I told her my age, and then had apologised immediately, probably noting my hurt look, but the words had stuck in my head, and to be fair there was truth in them. I was a bit of a baby, no real girlfriends to speak of, living at home and no band of friends to fill my days with fun. Still for one evening I was going to be alone with Anna, having a meal. My idea of heaven. 

It was just dinner. I kept telling myself that. Still, I spent an hour in the off-licence trying to decide what to bring. Flowers? Chocolates? I settled on a bottle of wine that cost more than I wanted to spend. I wouldn't be drinking since I was driving, but maybe she would. Who knew where the night could go?

Part Two

I tried to tread carefully from the moment I stepped over the threshold, terrified I was about to be sent home. It was hard to know if I was the cause of her discontent, or if she was even aware I was there. We sat in painful silence on her sofa, her only words a curt "thank you" for the wine. My attempts at conversation, about her place, her day, all died in the silence that followed her single-word answers. In desperation, I broke my car-sharing rule and mentioned Simon. The name was all it took for her to burst into tears.

I hesitated for a few moments and then decided all I could do was offer comfort, so I sat right next to her and cautiously put my arm around her. In an instant, she laid her head on my shoulder and continued crying. When my arm went very slowly right around her she snuggled in a little deeper. Amid the sobs she spoke.

"I'm sorry," she said and when I reassured her, she added, "Just hold me, ok?"

I told her not to worry and to cry if that was what she needed to do. Some instinct told me to keep quiet, to just hold her and let her cry. Having her head on my shoulder, though, was great, and although sorry she was sad, I was pretty excited at being so close to her. So, I kept quiet, the warm, wet patch spreading on my shirt as Anna's shoulders kept shaking.

Eventually her sobs grew fewer and less intense, before she raised her tear-stained face and looked at me, a wry smile on her slightly make-up smudged face.

"Not the evening I promised you?" she said. I smiled back, hoping I looked sympathetic.

"Want to tell me about it?" I cautiously asked.

She told me everything between sobs. She'd phoned Simon in Hawaii, miscalculating the time difference. A sleepy girl had answered. "He's always said I was paranoid," she whispered, "that I shouldn't worry about his trips. He swore they were all just sleeping on the beach." In the background, she'd heard his voice telling the girl not to answer. Her worst fears, confirmed in an instant. I tried to hide my delight.

When she finished, the tears started again. She asked me questions I couldn't really answer, her voice muffled against my shirt. I made a halfhearted attempt to defend him, saying maybe he was telling the truth, but the lie felt sour in my mouth. She just shook her head and cried harder. 

Without thinking, I kissed the top of her head. Her sobs hitched and paused. She slowly pulled back, wiping her eyes with the sleeve of her sweater. She looked thoughtful, her eyes narrowing as she looked at me intently, and then she did that cross-eyed thing that she did so often when I stared at her in the car.

"So," she said, taking a big breath and then releasing it. "Tell me about your love life." She tried to summon up a smile. "Is it as big a mess as mine?" When the only response she got was silence, she added, "Come on. I don't remember you ever talking about a girl. There must have been one, if not several by now?"

For a moment, I considered lying. Saying my love life was great, or even a disaster, either felt easier than admitting the truth. But I decided to be honest. "It's… non-existent."

Anna didn't believe me at first, questioning me as if I'd simply forgotten someone. "No one? Not one?"

Finally, I confessed I'd never even kissed a girl. That made her giggle, and I felt a hot flush of embarrassment, even as I was glad to have cheered her up. In my awkwardness, I stumbled into saying something even more stupid.

"Of course, having the most enormous school-boy crush on you, does not help," I said. Heat flooded my face the moment I finished speaking.

That stopped her in her tracks and she looked at me. I could see her working it out behind her eyes, trying to decide whether I was serious or not. Was I winding her up? I imagined the evidence of my behaviour when I was with her, made it pretty obvious that I was being honest. So, she did not challenge me. Instead she blushed a little, smiled and as she breathed out, she must have done it quite hard, as her exhale made a noise. 

"You are so sweet," she murmured thoughtfully. Slowly, she placed a hand on the side of my cheek and without her eyes leaving mine she gave me a little peck on the lips. That first kiss was hesitant and I don't think my lips responded, but after a brief pause and a warm smile of reassurance, she reached forward again. This time the kiss was much longer and Anna's mouth was open just a little. It took a few moments for me to recover from the shock, but in the end, I kissed her back. Once I had responded she slowly pulled her head away and looked at me intently.

"That's right," she whispered and I was gently pushed backwards so I lay on the sofa. Anna moved on top of me and we began to kiss repeatedly. I became lost in the pleasure of feeling her moist, soft lips on mine and I tried to mirror the way she opened her mouth by just the right amount when we kissed. I have no idea how long we stayed that way, but by the time she moved her head away, my lips felt wet and my breath came in short, shallow pulls.

"You learn fast," she said, poking me in the ribs playfully. I was sure she could feel my heart trying to beat its way out of my chest. Anna giggled, then added. "Well now you have kissed a girl, and I must say you are pretty good at it."

"I guess you are a good teacher," I responded and felt brave enough to reach forward. However, she turned her head to the side, but that allowed me to kiss her neck and cheek. She grabbed my head, and held it in the right position for our lips to meet again, and we enjoyed the longest most wonderful kiss yet. Anna moved slightly to the side, resting her head on her arm and those big blue eyes stared at me. Once again, her incredible smile lit up her face.

"Enjoying yourself?" she teased. Her forefinger ran lightly over my lips as she spoke and then her face changed. Her eyes had gone darker, something in her expression quieter and more focused, and the look made my breath catch before my body caught up with my brain. She lowered her head and we started another lengthy kissing session, as gradually Anna moved right on top of me.

When she pulled away this time, she made a gentle movement from right to left with her hips, rubbing her groin against mine.

"Mmm," she said, briefly closing her eyes. “That feels good. I can feel how hard you are." I must have looked embarrassed or flushed red or something because she added, "Don't worry. I love that I get you excited." Slowly she began to move again, pressing harder and moving longer. 

"Is this ok?" she asked, after a few moments and again I nodded, but as she began to press a little harder, and move a little faster, it began to feel uncomfortable. To be honest it began to hurt, but I was determined to let her carry on. I had no idea where we were going, but was not about to discourage her for anything. However, she must have noticed my discomfort.

"I'm hurting you," she suddenly said, and although I said she wasn't, she lifted herself up briefly. Her big blue eyes were fixed on me, as she undid the button and fly of her jeans and pulled them down, wiggling a little to get them over her hips. A pair of white cotton knickers came into view with a little pink bow on them. I imagine my eyes must have gone very wide at that point, because she spoke again. "Lame, aren't they," she laughed. I went to protest that was not what I meant, but she put her finger to her lips, telling me to be quiet. I had raised myself up a little to watch what she was doing, so she pushed me back down onto the sofa again. Her face once again wore that reassuring smile, as she lowered herself on top of me again. 

"This will be much nicer," she said, then added, "for both of us." I was certain I had now flushed red and I so turned my head away, but her hand pulled it back, so I was looking at her. "Its ok," she said gently and then added, "kiss me," and so I did. 

Our kiss was every bit as passionate as before, but this time as our lips met she resumed gently rubbing up against me. As once again she pressed harder and moved faster, she lifted her head and closed her eyes. She was rubbing so hard and fast now all I could do was lie there and enjoy the moment.

Once again it began to feel really uncomfortable, but I didn't care. I was transfixed by the sight of her above me, eyes closed and head tilted back, her lips parted in a faint smile. As she rocked, on every upwards stroke she let out a little cry. Eventually the cry turned into the word, "yes," which she said repeatedly. The pressure on my dick was intense and I began to feel the urge to come. So, I too closed my eyes, desperately trying to hold on and not have an accident.

Anna flopped down on me, grabbed my hands and placed them on her ass, before she rose up again.

"Take them off for me," she asked, all breathless and high-pitched. So, as she continued rubbing up against me I tugged at her knickers, eventually managing to pull them down. My hands began to grab at her ass. The soft, fleshly mounds of her cheeks felt amazing between my fingers, so warm and soft.

"Yes," she breathed, "right there. Don't stop."

So, encouraged by her comments, I continued pushing her against me, or squeezing her bottom, or running my finger down the cleft of her ass.

As her moans grew louder, the pressure tipped me over the point of resistance, and although I tried to clench every muscle I lost the fight and helplessly I came. The release soaked through my underwear before I could even process what had happened. I was so embarrassed, but Anna seemed oblivious. 

"I'm going to come," she intoned repeatedly, as she moved harder and faster than ever. 

She pounded away against my now softening cock. She too came with a cry, her whole body going slack, her weight settling unevenly against me, one elbow digging into my ribs. For a few moments we lay like that, before she suddenly lifted up, and replaced her knickers, before rolling to my side.

"Wow," she said, her forefinger on my lips again, "I really needed that." She asked, "Was it nice for you too?"

I looked down at the big wet patch on my trousers. Anna, though, just laughed.

"That was the best bit," she said. "Feeling you go all warm and wet beneath me, and knowing I had made you lose control pushed me over the edge." And before I could say anything she kissed me again.

We must have kissed for many minutes, before Anna stopped and then pulled her jeans back up. She awkwardly did up the fly and button and then we were off kissing again. Finally, she pulled away. 

"I am sorry," she said. "I haven't cooked anything and it's too late to start now. Are you very hungry?" I said I was, but Anna said she wasn't. There was a moment's pause when she seemed to be debating, before she suddenly announced, "I think you should go now," she said, not meeting my eyes. "This was... a mistake. I've embarrassed myself enough." Her voice turned sharp, earnest. "And no one can ever know about this. You understand? Promise me."

Anna really laboured the point about not ever talking about what had happened. She had gone all cold and distant, ushering me out of the house so quickly my head was still spinning. A peck on the cheek was all I got. I reached out for a good night kiss and only got a peck on the cheek. So, within moments of lying on the sofa kissing Anna with all the passion I could muster, I was standing on the wrong side of the front door. The only good thing was it was dark, so no one could see the big wet patch on my trousers. Feeling a strange mixture of sadness and elation, I headed home.

Part Three

The beeping was back, and with it, the sound of hushed, uncertain voices. God, it was so irritating, those endless beeps. The people in the room were trying to get me to answer them, but I resisted. I didn't want their questions or their sterile white room. I focused on my memories of Anna, and let myself drift away again.

The beeping sound in the room had changed to a different noise and I realised it was my phone. It was the middle of the afternoon and I had a text from Anna. I had spent the day from early that morning looking at the phone hopefully, but there was nothing. At noon, I broke my vow not to text her and I sent her a message. "Are you ok?" it said.

An hour later (not that I was counting the minutes) my phone buzzed. Her reply was brief: "Kind of. You?"

I typed and deleted a dozen responses before settling on, "Hoping to hear from you. Why kind of ok?"

Her answer came back almost immediately, a confusing mix about rowing with Simon but being glad I'd texted. It was positive enough. I called, but it went straight to voicemail.

"Hi Anna, it's just me. I thought I would call to see if you are really ok," I said awkwardly, not really expecting to get voicemail and so making up what I was going to say as I went along. By the time I hung up there was another text message from her.

"Sorry, shopping with a friend, so can't speak. Do you want to come over at eight this evening, for a chat? Having meal with friend and then coming home. Forgive me if I am a little late," it said.

"Yes please," I simply replied, as fast as I could type, my fingers shaking and my heart racing again.

Anna was as she suggested late, so I was waiting for her when she arrived. The time meant I was able to take a little look around at my surroundings. Waiting outside Anna and Simon's house (I forced myself to think of it that way) I took in how remote it was, surrounded by fields. She'd told me once that Simon planned to build a huge family home on the spare land and knock their current place down, but from her tone, I got the impression she doubted it would ever happen.

Anyway, when she turned up, thankfully she was alone. I had been having a mini panic-attack, when it occurred to me she might be coming home with her friend. Or worse, Simon would be back.

She was carrying lots of shopping bags though, which I naturally helped her with. When we were inside she asked me to bring the bags upstairs and when we reached her bedroom she told me to put them on the bed. She retrieved a bottle of champagne from one of the bags, told me where the crisps and nuts were in the kitchen, and suggested I set up drinks and nibbles outside on the garden furniture. It was after all a lovely summer's evening. She kissed me lightly on the cheek.

"Mmm, you smell nice and fresh," she said. "Unlike me! I am going to take a shower and then I'll be down as fast as I can." Anna ushered me out, but when I had reached the top of the stairs, she called me back. She seemed to hesitate before saying, "Oh, I almost forgot, I bought you a present." She dug into her handbag and handed me a small, beautifully wrapped gift. I could feel the hard edges of a box inside. She had a funny look on her face, part amusement, part nerves, I thought.

"No," she said, holding out her hand to stop me ripping the wrapping paper. "Open it when you are outside and settled with a glass of champagne. You might need a drink when you see what it is. My present is a bit of, what's the word? A risk." She added mysteriously, "But I hope you'll like it and maybe we will find it useful. If you don’t like it that's cool too."

I was very intrigued, but being a good boy, I did exactly as I was told, sitting down with all the nibbles beautifully arranged in front of me and taking a long drink of champagne, before tearing open the paper. The present was a box of three "deluxe" condoms.

"Wow," I said out loud, and I think my mouth must have stayed wide-open in surprise.

"Close your mouth before you start catching flies," said a voice humorously. I realised Anna was standing at the door to the garden, a big smile on her face as she watched me. "You should see your face," she said, laughing.

She was dressed in a pair of white jeans and a thin white blouse. A couple of buttons at the top were undone. Her freshly washed and probably still damp hair hung over her shoulders. She had retouched up her make-up and was of course looking beautiful. Her nipples, obviously hard from the shower, were protruding slightly through the material of her shirt, which I found very distracting. My mind got fixated on the idea she was not wearing a bra and I did not really hear her when she spoke.

"Do you like my present?" she said. Slowly she began to walk barefoot towards me. As she walked behind me I tilted my head backwards. Anna pushed some hair back off her face and leant over me. As she stroked my face, gently the aroma of fresh lemons hit me. 

"Well?" she said. "Do you? Its fine if you don't."

"Oh god, yes," I gushed, barely being able to breathe as I looked up at her and the idea of what was about to happen continued to sink in. "Are these... for us?" I asked, my voice thin, suddenly terrified that I'd misjudged everything. When Anna didn't reply, I must have looked suitably desperate, as she burst out laughing.

"What do you think?" she said. "Should we use one of them?" She paused. “Maybe right now?" She kissed my bottom lip, stroking my head as she did. After that brief kiss, she walked around the sofa so she was now standing in front of me. Anna momentarily crossed her eyes the way she always did when I was staring at her, before moving forward and kneeling beside me on the sofa. Again, we kissed, this time very slowly and sensuously, my hand slowly stroking her face as our lips met. After this latest brief kiss, she stood up again and slowly undid the top button on her blouse.

“Should I undo more?" she teased.

"Er yes, yes please," I said, hoping she had not noticed the gulp which had preceded me talking.

Slowly she undid two more buttons, then traced a finger up the widening gap of her blouse, caressing her skin as she did. She then ran her hands back down again, opening the shirt as she did. The top of her breasts came into view, and then finally her nipples. Anna traced her fingers around her tits and then pushed them together.

Then very slowly, she undid the remaining buttons and took the shirt off.

The words tumbled out before I could stop them. "I love you."

Anna froze, clutching the blouse protectively across her chest. A look of pure horror flashed across her face, making my stomach clench, but it vanished as her expression softened. 

"You don't love me," she said, her voice firm but not unkind. I opened my mouth to protest, but she held up a hand. "It's sweet, but you don't even know me. We can have a wonderful night, but that's all it can be. One night. No running off into the sunset." She took a breath. "I am with Simon. I'm going to marry him and have his children. Do you understand?" she asked, her tone leaving no room for argument. 

"I understand," I said weakly.

"Are you sure?" she said. "Because if not I will put my shirt back on and you will have to go home."

"I'm sorry," I replied. "It was a stupid thing to say. I'm just very nervous."

She smiled and dropped the shirt onto the ground. "Good boy," she said, unzipping her jeans, adding as she did, "and you understand that you can't tell a soul? Not your friends, not anyone.”

"I understand," I repeated, my voice tight. I was petrified I would say the wrong thing, that she'd stop and this incredible, impossible chance would be over. Slowly Anna turned around and pulled down her jeans, revealing a white thong and the kind of figure I'd been trying not to stare at since she opened the door. Very elegantly she stepped out of her trousers and turned back towards me.

Again, she knelt beside me, now only wearing the thong. I started to stammer an apology for my awkwardness, but she just put a finger to my lips, told me to be quiet, and then kissed me. We kissed a couple of times in the slow sensuous way we had before. I felt Anna's hand reach down, and without looking she skilfully undid my trousers and then unzipped my fly. I held her face to try and keep her kissing me, feeling suddenly nervous now of what was happening, but when she spoke I released her.

"I want to see it," she said, her voice soft, almost a whisper. Carefully, she pulled my boxers away and extracted my cock from within them. We kissed again as she took a hold of my dick and gently stroked it, up and down. Slowly she manoeuvred herself down onto the floor, kneeling beside me, kissing me and stroking my dick with her hands as she went.

"Let's get these out of the way," she commented. I lifted my ass into the air as she removed my trousers. Once she had tossed them away, along with my boxer shorts, she moved between my legs and we kissed again. Her soft stomach touched against my cock as she moved. Finally, she sat back and I watched as she took my dick in her left hand and studied it.

"You have a beautiful cock," she said, running her fingertip along the length of it as if testing its weight. I wanted to say something back, but she had already opened her mouth and, sticking her tongue out, took a long lick up the shaft of my cock. When she reached the top, she looked at me and then popped it into her mouth. Fuck, that felt so good! She bobbed up and down a couple of times and then resumed licking.

"Is that nice?" she asked, and she smiled when I nodded. "First times are always special," she added and then asked me to help with her hair, so using my hands, I held her hair away from her face, and she resumed sucking on my cock. Every time her eyes met mine my heart melted. For a long time, she just knelt at my feet, licking and sucking, as I watched her and held her head. She was slow and calm, every movement deliberate, but it drove me nuts.

Anna lifted herself up towards my face, and as I held her head in both of my hands, we kissed. Her blue eyes seemed colder up close, but every bit as lovely. For the first time, there was urgency in my kisses, and my hands moved across her breasts, feeling her nipples stiffen against my palms.

She laughed. "Slow down," she said. "Calmly, ok? We have lots of time." And she lowered herself again, her tongue tracing a line up my cock where it pulsed against my stomach. Her lips moved across the bottom of my stomach, before she took hold once again of my dick, with her hand, and she held it upright in front of her face. Anna began to suck it again, rubbing her hand up and down my shaft as she sucked.

Finally, she stood slowly up. I went to reach for the box of condoms, stopping when she shook her head.

"I'll tell you when," she said, her voice suddenly sharp.

She played with the waist band of her thong, teasing me with it, before pulling it down her legs and stepping out of it. Her bush was beautifully trimmed as she stood in front of me, slightly turning from side to side as though displaying herself to me. Slowly she put her fingers into her mouth, licked them and then briefly played with her pussy.

Smiling, she knelt down again, grabbed the box, opened it and unwrapped a condom. Anna skilfully placed it onto my cock and then rolled it down the shaft.

"My turn," she said, with a low laugh that made me nod and gulp at the same time. She placed a leg either side of mine, kneeling on the sofa, as she held my cock in place, and then as I held her waist, she slipped me inside her. I watched her throw her head back as she sat down, gasping as I entered her. I took a long deep breath as my dick went deep inside her.

"God, that feels so good," she whispered, "you are in so deep." A choked sound was the only answer I could manage. Slowly she moved up and down. "Kiss my tits," she commanded. I leaned forward, taking her left breast into my mouth as she rocked against me. Her hands braced on the sofa back, framing my head as she rode me faster, and I cupped her hips to meet her rhythm.

"Oh, fuck yes, just like that," she began to moan, as I continued to watch her fucking me. Down she went, my dick going deep inside her, before she rose up again, sliding it out of her. As she rode me she looked down, stroked my face and asked me if it was good. When I nodded, she lowered her head and kissed me. As we continued to kiss, she slowly screwed me. I found if I held her ass and flexed my hips, I could push into her from that position, which I did, immediately provoking her to sit up straight again.

"Oh shit, that's good," she said. "Fuck me just like that."

So, I continued, thrilled that I was doing something right. Finally, she sat back again in the original position, eyes closed as she fucked me harder than ever. My hands found her breasts and I cupped and squeezed them as she screwed me. The sofa creaked beneath us, a rhythmic complaint that grew louder the harder she rode me. Soon we were kissing again, my hands rubbing over her back and shoulders.

Anna stopped and ordered me out of my shirt, helping me lift it over my head. Once it was off, she pulled me close, our bare chests pressing together as we kissed again. As our mouths met she did this incredible flexing movement with her hips, which felt amazing, so I lowered my head and devoured her breasts with my mouth, taking each tit in turn between my lips and sucking hard on it.

"Let's try something else," she whispered. Before I could answer, she shifted onto her side, pulling me behind her and guiding me back inside. She hooked a leg high, telling me to hold it as she pressed my other hand to her breast. We moved like that until she rolled again, to the very edge of the sofa. I held her tight to keep her from falling, but I slipped out. "Don't worry," she murmured, her head rolling to the side so I could kiss her neck as I fumbled to find my way back in.

"Let me teach you some more tricks," she said, rolling onto her back and moving her hair so she was not lying on it. She pulled me down on top of her and we kissed. Anna took hold of my head and pushed it gently down her body. I kissed her breasts and stomach as I went down. I licked at her pussy before lifting her legs up and back as she told me to. My mouth began to work on her slit. My tongue found the valley between the lips of her pussy. At her touch, my hands learned to open her, exposing more of her to my mouth. A low sound started in her throat, a clear sign of how much she liked it.

Looking up at her, I saw she was gripping and releasing her breasts, and moaning quite loudly, encouraging me and quietly begging me not to stop. Her pleasure was obvious, so I focused on the taste and feel of her. Anna made me stay there giving her oral love until my tongue began to ache and my mouth was full of the taste of her pussy juices, but I didn't care. Pleasing her was so wonderful. Occasionally, I would pause and use my fingers to investigate her pussy for a few brief moments, before resuming licking her. She lifted her right leg, grabbing her ankle and pulling her knee toward her chest until her calf was parallel with the sofa cushions.

"Slide your finger into me," she said. So as my tongue still worked on her clit I began to gently finger fuck her as well. "Oh, fuck that's wonderful," she moaned as I continued. After a while she told me I should screw her again. As I sat up, she placed her leg onto my shoulder and watched me as I entered her. Instinctively I grabbed hold of the leg that was in the air, by grabbing her thigh, and began to grip it tight as I pushed in and out. Anna mouth-open gasped at me. As I screwed her, her head slowly slid off the cushion down towards the seat of the sofa.

"Keep fucking me," she moaned. So, I did until I began to fear that I might come, so I leant forward and we kissed. Anna lifted both her legs so they were either side of my ass as we gently rocked back and forth together. As I began to feel my climax coming she lifted her legs behind my bottom and crossed them.

"That's it," she said, "come inside me." I tensed, trying to hold back, but she must have felt it. "It's okay," she whispered, her voice soothing. "Just relax. Enjoy it." And so with a final gasp, I let go, every muscle seizing and then dissolving at once, and I sank down onto the sofa beside her. We lay together kissing on the lips, and me kissing her neck and cheeks, as I basked in the afterglow of my first time. 

"Oh, good Simon's here," she suddenly said. ‘He gets rather violent when he is angry!”

"What?" I said. A figure had appeared at the backdoor, but it was instantly obliterated by return of the very bright and very white light. My eyes must have suddenly opened wide, but the light hurt so much I closed them again. I realised I had again said the word, "Anna," but it was too painful to speak, and my voice still sounded all wrong. That bloody beeping was still there too. If only I could move. Where the hell was I? I wished again I could turn that noise off. Again, I repeated the word, "Anna." People were still around me, trying to talk to me, a sense of desperation in their voices this time, but I had no idea what they were saying. Anyway, the blackness was descending on me again, this time with a sense of dizziness as my head began to spin. For the first time, I felt a real sense of fear, but did not know why. 

The beeping noise was erratic now, making it even more annoying. Just let me sleep, I thought. And I was, drifting off into a blissful sleep.

I had no way of knowing but in the room the beeping noise had stopped and in its place was a single continuous monotone.