The story begins with Jessica.
I first met Jessica when I worked in Manchester in the UK on a scientific research project. I was a postgraduate at the time, just finishing my thesis. I felt the need to escape to the countryside for a week and volunteered to help out on a fieldwork exercise based in a farmhouse in an isolated village in The North Pennines, a range of mountains and hills to the east of Manchester.
Jessica had been drafted in as a member of the support team, which meant that she organized the food and kept the base clean and tidy so that the science team could focus on the sampling and analysis. She was nineteen, a natural blond with ice blue eyes and a stunning body. Her looks and personality attracted me straight away, but I had no idea at the time what a close friend she would eventually become. And the journey of sexual discovery we would share.
The summer of that year was warm and, at least for Manchester, relatively dry. I was struggling through the last phase of my postgraduate studies at the university, and I had previously worked on a couple of these summer fieldwork projects over the years of my degree, so it was familiar territory for me. I was asked to manage the data by the team leader and help keep the undergraduates in shape. I knew some of the undergrads already from the university labs that I ran for the biology department, and I had built up a good rapport with them, so pretty much we were all there to get the task done but have a good time as well.
I will always remember the moment Jessica arrived. I was in the kitchen by the back door of the large farmhouse when she knocked. I opened it to a blond vision of loveliness with a backpack, hair wild and wet from recent rain and breasts shouting out from a damp white T-shirt. "Hi, I'm Jessica Nicholson," she said. "I'm here to do the cooking and cleaning."
For me, it was lust at first sight. She was simply delicious but I didn't betray even a hint of the attraction I felt for her other than the typical warm greeting that was appropriate for a new team member. I invited her in and gave her a quick tour of the building and ran through the way the project would work. Halfway through, I realized my thoughtlessness at not inviting her to change into dry clothes and I apologized profusely.
"I'm so sorry, Jessica. You're wet from the rain. Why don't you go and change and I'll make you a cup of coffee before showing you the kitchen and store."
"Don't worry," she said. "I live in Manchester. The rain is my constant companion."
By about 6 pm, the whole team had arrived and as the food supplies had only just been piled up in the kitchen, we voted to go out to a local pub for food rather than wait for it to be cooked. Jessica seemed relieved by this as she'd not been here long and the pile of food boxes in the kitchen needed some serious sorting. "I'll stay and get this organized," Jessica said. I was never one for treating the support staff differently from the science team so I offered an alternative suggestion.
"Why don't we put our orders in for food with the others than spend twenty minutes unpacking. With me helping, it won't take long. It's only a five-minute walk to the pub so by the time the food arrives, we'll be there."
She smiled and said politely, "OK, Steve. That's very kind of you to invite me."
It was the start of one of the most memorable relationships of my life - but not in the conventional sense. This was to be something quite rare and unexpected. That first evening was fun from the first moment. As we unpacked it quickly became obvious that not only was Jessica a stunning and sexy young woman, she was wickedly smart and amusing.
I joked about the number of tins of beans that our administrator had felt necessary for us to have for a week in the country and Jessica spent the next ten minutes making me laugh with stories of how she would find multiple ways of making the beans interesting to eat through various outlandish and imagined recipes.
It finished with "Oh yeah, on Friday, though, I'll be cooking my signature dish - fish surprise."
"What's the surprise?" I said dutifully. "It's just beans."
All the banter we had was alongside fast-paced unpacking of goods from the many boxes and we made good time. "OK," I said as our twenty minutes were up. "Time to go." As we walked the short distance to the pub I tried to find out a little more about her. I had detected a strong Manchester accent so I guessed she was local. Support teams of the past tended to be made up of students looking to earn a bit of extra cash, so they could be from anywhere, but I sensed Jessica wasn't a student.
"OK, Jessica - I've guessed you are from Manchester. I'm thinking you need the extra cash rather than you are hoping to learn more about the biodiversity of peat bogs," I said. "So what's the story? Tell me everything."
Jessica smiled, her cheeky grin protesting at my assumptions but her body language betraying that I was more or less correct. "You guessed I grew up around here from my accent, I suppose? I was born in Wales but you are right, I've always lived in Manchester. Not really been anywhere else much. Bog biodiversity is like going to Florida for me. It's my dream holiday," she laughed. "I've taken a week off my shitty job to do something a bit different and technically it's my holiday allowance so here I am. On holiday."
"You work in Manchester?" I asked. "I'm a waitress in a restaurant but I'm not going to recommend it. I've seen the kitchen!" she replied, "but I need the money so I put up with it."
I detected a sadness in Jessica and frustration with her situation but she was young and sometimes you've got to put up with tedious stuff for a while before opportunities open up. "So what's your shitty job?" she enquired, lightening the mood a little
"I haven't got one at the moment, but I've got an interview next week in Oxford," I replied, not really wanting to explain the nerdy nature of the job in biotechnology. "So is that flipping burgers in Oxford?" she said, emphasizing the "Oxford" in an upper-class accent.
"It's sort of a lab job, working with fungi and bacteria and utilizing them..." I stuttered but she soon shot back. "Oh, working with fungi in Oxford. How terribly fascinating!" and laughed.
So the topic for most of our banter was now defined. She would be the down to earth, a working-class girl from the unforgiving inner city and I was the "posh" boy with the prospects and the education. But of course, every conversation from now on was a joy. We made fun of each other but the warmth and affection grew because in between the banter she was so interested in university life and I guess the way I saw the world and I was equally fascinated by her story of growing up in Moss Side, one of the toughest neighborhoods in Manchester.
The fieldwork turned out to be pretty good. The weather was surprisingly sunny for The North West and in the evenings there was a great atmosphere and a real mix of people, most of whom being very outgoing and lively. Jessica enthralled me. She was so different to university girls I tended to meet. She spoke her mind so freely, so openly and honestly with none of the reserve and self-consciousness of people I met at the university, who seemed to temper their every word with judgments about how it would be received.
Whether it was appropriate, how clever and cool it made them look. I always found time to chat with Jessica several times during each day, helping with the washing up and sitting out on the back steps after dark while Jessica indulged her occasional passion for a cigarette. I found myself drawn to Jessica more and more as the week passed, and I started to sense that she really liked me too. I did find that Jessica was a little guarded about her own personal life.
I would ask her about friends and family, and whilst she would talk freely and share some amusing anecdote about the eccentricities of people she was close to, she seemed to steer away from anything too personal. If she mentioned boyfriends, they were always "when she was younger" rather than recently. It puzzled me but I didn't ask about it. I had the notion that maybe she had a long term boyfriend, and that she may have thought to admit it would dampen the way our friendship was developing. Maybe I thought too much about it!
We were staying in an old three-story farmhouse building that had been converted by the university, to a field center but it was undergoing refurbishment and there were not really any bedrooms. So we had sleeping mats and because different people stayed up later on different nights, then maybe went to bed earlier the next night, the people who slept in each room varied each night.
On the last night of the project, I needed an early night so I headed right up to the top floor as I knew this was the least likely place for anyone else to sleep. The constant socializing each evening had worn me out and I needed a little downtime. I checked the news on my phone, lined up my air mattress, and laid out my sleeping bag, looking forward to a decent rest. I clicked on "Indy folk 4" - something mellow to ease me into sleep.
Suddenly, Jessica walked through the door, an armful of the sleeping bag, sleeping mat, and dressed in a T-shirt and yoga pants. "Shit, you had the same idea as me!" she stated, feigning annoyance.
"I can move out if you really need to be 'Manchester Queen of the Top Floor' all by yourself, if you want," I said but with a grin to reassure her that this was just our usual banter. "No," she said. "We can share as long as you don't go calling your butler to come up and give you your glass of milk at midnight." We both laughed and she set her mat and sleeping bag down fairly close to mine. "What are you listening to?" she inquired, seeing the playlist on my phone.
"Have a look," I said passing the phone over to her and offering an earbud. She popped it in but then scanned through all my playlists. "What's S1?" she said after a moment, noting the first of three playlists that shared a similar notation; S1, S2, and S3 to be exact. I guess they stood out because they were the only playlists with coded titles rather than words. "They are just playlists I didn't quite get around to naming," I lied. In reality, they were my "S for Seduction" playlists. Carefully selected to be the sexiest tracks to make love to, but, of course, not playlists that I was crass enough to label with their true meaning.