"This is, perhaps, a good place to remind you of some facts. Firstly, that Kelly was the second woman to actually look at me and relate to me as a per...on ... as a man. In fact, she was the first woman to be realistically perceived as a partner, though that didn't enter my head at the time. I was completely inexperienced in that way. Secondly, Kelly was completely inexperienced in relating to a man romantically (this is all in retrospect, of course). Her experience of men was solely that of. " she continued.We lay down on the bed, our arms round each other, just relaxing into each other's presence, for about 10 minutes. "OK, that's the bed made," she whispered, rolling away from me and getting off the bed. She leant over me and kissed me again, with much more passion that she'd used when we might be seen. I returned the kiss with as much passion, if not more. Breaking the kiss, she stood up; I could see her nipples were up, and I knew my cock was hard. She chuckled as she glanced. ”John shook his head and thought about the briefing that morning. He’d learned that there were a half dozen Druids here to investigate the mysterious deaths of a number of homeless men. He’d heard that a Druid had been killed. John said, “I don’t know. Something bad is going down.”Pat, John’s partner, came over to the two men and said, “This is big. The Chief is coming here to take charge. Druids are on their way over, too.”“Good. Let’s just keep order until they get here,” John said as his. His perfume, the musky, citrus of Clive Christain 1872 she had gotten for his birthday last year, filled her senses and then he was gone. She opened her eyes slowly and watched him close the door behind him. She wished she had woken up to see just how good he looked. Her man. Hers. Ah…just the thought of him was stirring deep emotions that she could not fathom but completely succumb to. The first time for everything in her new life. The first gaze, the first touch, the first kiss and the first.