When she saw Tommy outside waving for her to go downstairs, she was astonished and her heart beat a little bit faster. His appearance may not have been calculated to provoke admiration, for his shirt was wrinkled, and his hair uncombed. He looked younger than he really was, rather like the boy that Jane used to hang out with, not a man at the beginning of a promising career. However, she motioned to him to go away and went back to sit at the edge of her bed. But Tommy continued his assault on her window and finally, she grabbed a shawl and quietly made her way out the back door where he awaited her.
“What are you doing here?” Jane asked, with all the indignation she could muster.
“What are you doing?” he responded. “You’re going to marry the vicar? Isn’t that a little bit fickle, even for you? To kiss and be made love to by one man in the afternoon and agree to marry another the same evening?”
“The way I remember it, I wasn’t made love to,” said Jane haughtily.
“Well, I’m here to make sure you remember it differently,” said Tommy. Then, picking her up as though she were as light as a feather, he threw her over his shoulder and started walking. Jane would have screamed if she wasn’t so surprised. Besides, being hauled about in this way was not particularly easy, she realized; she was out of breath half the time and trying to maintain her balance the other half of the time. By the time she even thought about screaming, they were halfway to the stream. If she did cry out now, she would be discovered in the dark with a man and her reputation would be ruined. She could claim that she had been taken against her will, but would people believe her? She had a shawl and slippers, which indicated that she had left the house willingly. Jane settled for punching Tommy in the back and whispering over and over, “let me go!”
Tommy didn’t stop until they were at their spot by the stream. He didn’t respond to Jane’s pleadings to be set down either. It seemed as though he had only one object in mind now—to make her his. Did he mean to ruin her matrimonial chances altogether? Despite herself, Jane felt a flutter of excitement in the pit of her stomach.
“No need to whisper now,” he said finally, as he set her down by the stream. “No one can hear you.”
“I want to go back, Tommy. Why have you brought me here?”
“Why do you think?” Jane could have sworn there was an evil glint in his eye as he said this. She almost felt a little bit afraid and shrank back.
Tommy sighed and approached her more gently now, but his hands were still curled into fists. “I just wanted to talk to you,” he said. “I don’t want you to marry the vicar. I want you to marry me.”
“And was it really necessary to abduct me to propose? Couldn’t you have come to my house and taken a walk in the shrubbery or something like that? Why do you always go to such extremes, Tommy?”
“Jane,” said Tommy, running his fingers through his hair in a gesture of frustration, “I love you. Will you be my wife?”
Jane bit her lip. A part of her wanted to leap into his arms, joyfully, but she was still suspicious. “What about this afternoon then?” she asked. “You turned away from me. I thought…”
“I don’t know what you thought,” said Tommy, “but whatever it was, it wasn’t true. I love you. I’ve loved you since I was sixteen. I tried to put a stop to things this afternoon because I didn’t want to take advantage of your innocence. I didn’t want to force your hand until you knew how you felt about me.”
“Oh,” said Jane. It was all she could say. She realized that Tommy had really been looking out for her own best interests. He had pushed her away for her sake, not for his own.
“And then you accepted the vicar,” said Tommy, “which made me believe that I had done the right thing today—that you didn’t really love me, and that I had stopped us from making a big mistake.” He turned to look at her. “Is it true? Do you love him? Was this afternoon a mistake?”
Mutely, Jane shook her head. She was so overcome that she couldn’t say anything. Instead, she buried her head in his shoulder.
“When you walked out of the water today,” said Tommy, “I could barely believe my good fortune. I wanted to ravish you then and there. But we’ll have plenty of time for that, when you’re Mrs. Bailey, right?”
Jane nodded, wiping away a tear of happiness. They stood there holding each other for a long time. Finally, they parted.
“Come,” said Tommy, “I’ll take you home. I’ll speak to your father tomorrow to settle everything.”
“Can’t we just stay here a little while longer?” Jane asked. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy.”
“Don’t tempt me again Jane, unless you really do want to lose your virginity before our wedding night.”
Jane looked up at him slyly. Then, dropping her shawl, she walked over to the stream in her light white nightgown. Undoing her hair from the ribbons that held it, she let it flow freely down her shoulders. And then, as she had the previous afternoon, she submerged herself in the stream completely, swimming in the shallow water. When she stood up, her figure was completely revealed. But instead of coming out, she motioned to Tommy to join her in the stream. Pausing to take off his clothes, Tommy entered the water. His taut physique, developed when he took up rowing at Oxford, was quite different from the scrawny adolescent body she remembered him having before. With wet hands, she caressed his chest and shoulders, watching as he leaned his head back, as though lost in rapture at her mild touch. He caught her hand then and kissed away the droplets of water, then followed a path up her arm, which gave her goose bumps. Her breasts, though covered by her flimsy wet nightgown, responded shamelessly to his touch. He brushed the tips of her nipples with his thumbs; the back and forth motion caused them to pucker up, and she sighed.
Then, Tommy’s lips were on her throat, stealing the moisture that still beaded there. They made their way to her mouth where his tongue boldly penetrated and was welcomed. The sensations were so overwhelming for Jane, that she felt her legs wobble beneath her. But Tommy’s arms were around her, holding her up and her breasts, her entire body was pressed against his so that she could feel his hardness even though their lower halves were still submerged. He lifted her effortlessly and sat her on a rock at the edge of the stream, a position from which he could still stand in the water and kiss her and touch her and drive her crazy with passion. Jane felt that she could take it no longer.
“Now, please,” she said softly in his ear. “Take me now. I want to be yours.”
Those words were enough for Tommy to comply and wrapping her legs around him as she sat on the bank, he entered her slowly. Given the intensity of all her other feelings, Jane barely even noticed the slight pain of losing her maidenhead. It was gone in a moment and Tommy was cradling her face and asking her if she was all right. She nodded and he started moving within her, slowly but firmly. One hand lent support to her back while with the other he continued to stroke her breasts.
Jane didn’t understand the sensations that were overtaking her. At the same time she felt pleasure, she also craved something more, something deeper. And with each stroke, she felt herself getting closer and closer to that thing. Finally, it burst within her and she looked up at Tommy in amazement, as the person who had brought her to this climax. Tommy waited until the contractions inside her had subsided, then slowed his rhythm a little, causing her to start building up again. Jane didn’t think it would be possible quite so soon but the pleasure of feeling his hardness inside her and his arms around her was sensation enough. She was wrong though, in assuming that her body would be satisfied with the one orgasm for, with Tommy’s deft maneuvering, she felt her back start to arch again as her body tensed for the next wave of sensation. This time, the buildup was longer but the end result was far more satisfying, coming as it did at the same time as Tommy’s release.
She collapsed along the bank of the stream, exhausted and exhilarated, the man she loved by her side.
“Well, Miss Fielding,” said Tommy, “Are you ready to give up your
swashbuckling pirates and evil dukes and live a staid life as a politician’s wife in London?”
“Hmm,” replied Jane, “I’m not sure Mr. Bailey. Perhaps we can meet here by the stream tomorrow and you can persuade me that that would be in my best interests?”
“It would be my pleasure,” said Tommy, “to persuade you of the correctness of your decision tomorrow and the day after and the day after that, until the end of our lives.” And his lips came down on hers.
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