The Complete Story of Vincent Hancock

by K Westlake

  The question required a detailed answer but I could not give too much detail away for fear of exposing people to closer investigation by the authorities. “All I know is that Trisha’s agency took exception to her loss and that the culprit will never be able to hurt anyone ever again!”

  Valerie wanted to ask further questions but the bell for last orders had just been sounded. The bar staff were eager to shepherd us into the cold night air and our interview was at an untimely end.

  I turned to Valerie in jest and commented. “That’s all folks!”

  “Indeed it is. It is a shame that my deadline is too close to follow up this tale.” Valerie offered her hand which I took in an equally formal fashion.

  “So this is goodbye Valerie?”

  Valerie grinned. “I guess it is Vincent, thank you for all your time. It is really appreciated!”

  “Wow, you called me Vincent finally!” we laughed at the last obstacle finally being broken. “Let me know how the series goes!”

  “I will, I still have your number Vincent!” Valerie laughed and then gave me a warm hug. Her drink had obviously loosened up her usually stuffy demeanour and I believe that she may have been slightly aroused from my last story. We separated and walked out separate ways. I did offer to escort her to her car but she was parked within sight of the pub and all I needed to do was ensure that she drove off safely. My time with Valerie was through for now and I would soon need to resume my duties at the weekend.

  *

  Celebration Time.

  Valerie left a message on my answering machine asking for me to meet her in Soho. She sounded very bubbly and pleased with herself, in fact her joy made me believe that this was not the real Valerie. I was on a night off after spending too much time in the gym, and her invitation to the celebration of her articles success sounded just the tonic. I knew that there would be a few of her fellow journalists there and I had already decided to keep myself as insignificant as possible. The drinks were taking place at a wine bar I knew well and it would be nice to catch up with Valerie, I had not seen her in a few weeks and I was curious as to whether or not there would be any more interviews.

  I managed to meet up with Valerie and her group by tea time; it was obvious that they had spent most of the afternoon in the wine bar celebrating. Valerie met me and immediately kissed me on both cheeks in a Parisian kind of way. “Hey guys this is my friend from college, Frank!”

  I received a bunch of polite greetings from her colleagues, and exchanged a couple of manly handshakes with her editor. I disliked the environment, as I knew I may be asked too many questions. I was also being eyed up by several of the existing customers and although I was used to it, I was in no mood for flirting. Valerie saved me from potential embarrassment by staking a claim on my attention.

  “Thanks for coming sweetheart; I know how you must dread this kind of interaction!”

  I still didn’t fully understand the cause for celebration. “So is all this for a popular segment in a magazine?”

  “Of course not!” came her reply. “This is for a book deal and a nice advance on royalties!”

  I was impressed. “So will this book be on the same subject?”

  Valerie laughed and sipped her glass of wine. “Yes, it will. Vincent, you have been a roaring success. My editor over there will serialize the book in the magazine and I will receive revenue share!”

  “Well you deserve it Valerie, I have read all you have released and your work is very balanced.”

  Valerie looked me in the eye and in all seriousness asked. “Will you be onboard for the next chapter, Vincent?”

  Of course I would, it was fun and I enjoyed the shaded limelight of the publicity. My agency was very happy about the demand they had received off the back of the publicity. Rather than answering positively straight away, I decided to tease my interviewer.

  “On one condition yes Valerie, I will continue our arrangement!”

  Valerie looked confused by my response and queried. “What condition will that be then?”

  I knew exactly what to say and knew it would be fun. “Very well, I would like to interview you about your sex life!”

  “Pardon?” was the stunned response of Valerie.

  “I would like you to go into the corner with me and I will ask you a question about what you get up to in the sack!” My smile could not hide my wickedness and I was intrigued as to what made Valerie tick beneath her usual hard exterior.

  “Okay then let’s do it!” her response surprised me but then she had been drinking for a few hours.

  We both went to sit in the corner away from the gaggle that seemed unmoved by our seclusion from them. Valerie sat and asked. “Within reason what do you want to know?”

  I grinned and thought of the perfect question to ask her. It was obvious and it mirrored our first interview together.

  “Okay Valerie. Please tell me of how you lost your virginity!”

  Valerie laughed and replied. “Nice question Vincent! I lost my virginity as University and it is a bit of a fun story...”

  *

  I had started taking Professor Ellen Robinson's accounting course at Lincoln after my Media Studies place was cancelled. I was an artistic student and accounting was a subject I knew nothing about, it was an excuse to continue my education and not join the real world. I had been used to a girl only environment and I found University a liberating experience. Of course boys were something I knew very little about and for the first few weeks I kept my head down and tried to settle in as best as I could. I did not enjoy my course and was about to leave my studies due to sheer boredom. One thing stopped me and that was the enrolment of Stephen Rueben. This kept me from leaving as he chose to sit next to me and he quickly changed my world. I was for want of a better word smitten, and he was completely oblivious to my desire for him. In truth my naivety made me come across as shy and unless I made a greater effort, I would never get my man!

  At first I had trouble looking him in the eyes; I was unable to manage any real kind of eye contact due to my nerves. Stefan noticed this and broke the ice with his fractured English. He was Dutch and his grasp on our language often came across as comical to me. I shouldn’t have laughed as my Dutch was atrocious and I kept slipping into German when I tried to talk his native language. I was captivated by his looks and tried valiantly not to think about how cute he looked when I spoke to him. I felt an attraction to him but was still too shy to make the first move. His exoticness was attractive but also seemed an obstacle; I didn’t know how the Dutch went about starting relationships. All I knew of the Dutch as a people was how liberal they were with sex and drugs. And given my virginity, I was afraid of what might happen if I truly went for him!

  Everyday I would arrive earlier to class just to make sure that I could make sure that I could engineer closeness to him. My body yearned for him and my attention was constantly on him. It was his warmth and humour that set my pulse racing, it mattered little how he looked; I was besotted by Stefan and nothing else mattered. I had never felt such feelings for a man before and no man has ever captivated me as Stefan did. I realized that his smile could change my mood and an innocent touch set my skin on fire. I wanted him so bad but still couldn’t muster the courage to make my move.

  It was at my first Christmas party that my desires were finally met. I had drunk excessively before I had even arrived at the party in the main hall. The drink had lowered my inhabitations and for want of a better word made me incredibly horny. I had heard that Stefan was going with some of his friends in his German language club and with the power of alcohol I decided to make my move on him.

  I went back to my room and changed into the skimpiest of tops, I decided to pick a short skirt that my room-mate Kathy had declared a magnet for male attention. I couldn't help but admire my own physique in the mirror. I looked good and was especially happy that my legs were accentuated by my clothing. I borrowed a dab of Kathy’s expensive perfume and applied just enough to fill the
air around me. Stefan would not know what hit him, I was a girl on a mission and Kathy commented that he was going to be a very lucky man!

  Upon arriving at the party I found Stefan drinking with his friends and felt my determination peak. With a confidence I did not credit myself with, I marched over to Stefan and dragged him away from his friends. Stefan was shocked but relented when I gave him a passionate kiss whilst standing on my tiptoes. He soon got the idea and followed me like a man who knew he was on a sure-thing. It did not take me long to find a suitable location to properly seduce Stefan, even though on reflection there was no real romantic intent on either of our parts.

  I held Stefan tight and pointed him in the direction of the supply closet adjacent to the main hall. He offered no real resistance to my advances and his skin crackled with anticipation. I was totally committed to my desires and I felt a giddy excitement rise throughout my body. My heart was beating so hard that it would surely explode before I could snare the object of my lust. Stefan grunted as I pushed him into the food stores and I was pleased to see that the one of the old college sofas had been stored in the room. Stefan sat on the sofa and wore a smile that could not hide his own excitement and happiness. I instantly made a beeline for his trousers and proudly liberated his cock from its prison of fabric. I wrapped my hand around his aroused Dick and gave it gentle encouragement. My desire had me doing the unthinkable and I felt empowered by my own naughtiness.

  Stefan squeezed my erect nipples through the skimpy top that I wore and I started to melt with his firm touch. I couldn't help my passion and soon I started to lick his swollen member like a lollipop. His words were spoken in his native tongue and all I could understand was a word which I heard as very good. This encouraged me to explore the dimensions of Stefan’s cock and I started to cover it with my mouth. Stefan moaned and tossed his head back in ecstasy, his hands seemed redundant as he appreciated the motions of my mouth upon his delicious prick. Finally Stefan rejoined the party and unclasped my bra with a devious flick of his nimble fingers; he wasted no time and was soon caressing my young breasts as they fell out my flimsy clothing. His touch felt electric and my body shuddered as he explored my body. I wanted him so bad and no force on this earth was going to stop me.

  Fortunately Stefan felt the same and lifted me onto the sofa with great strength. In an instant the man of my dreams was naked and busy peeling my panties off me. As the cool air hit my moist pussy, I felt the difference in temperature and purred at Stefan’s handy work. He could take no more and thrust his huge cock into my innocent little pussy. I felt pain and then an incredible mixture of sensations, my breath had left my lungs and I pulled in all the air I could. Stefan closed his eyes and began working himself into a wild frenzy with his powerful strokes into me. I squealed and moaned with no regard for the noise we were making, anyone in the area would have heard our lovemaking. We were not discrete and I did not care, finally I was savouring the object of my desire.

  Stefan moaned and grabbed my breasts with unrestrained glee. He kept his eyes closed and focused on pounding me as if it was all that truly mattered in this world. My eyes fixated on his huge cock as it worked its way past my slick and aching pussy. I moved my fingers down to play with my clit and I felt a wave of pleasure pass straight through me. I began to match his rhythm and I understood his words, praying to a deity to prolong his occupation of my warm and moist cavity. I wrapped my legs around his bum and allowed his penetration to fall deeper within me. I was a slave to my desire and I acted like a cat on heat, every push inside me sent my body into overdrive and my mind into a pleasant acceptance of my achievement. I felt Stefan tense inside me and knew that he would release his seed deep into my waiting pussy. His muscles tightened and his neck muscles arched, then I was rewarded with wad after wad of his glorious semen. I drank it up and felt my own orgasm match his loud explosion, it felt as if Stefan had filled me to the brim; I was elated and satisfied.

  Although our lovemaking did not last long, I enjoyed all that Stefan gave me. I finally felt like a woman and the world was there for the taking. We put our clothes back on and I was pleasantly surprised that I didn’t have the bleed from Stefan’s hard fucking. It turned out that my hymen had been ruptured in a horse riding accident in my youth, so Stefan would never know how inexperienced I truly was. When we opened the door several people burst into spontaneous applause, had I not been so flushed from our encounter; I am sure I would have been red through embarrassment.

  My time with Stefan was short and rather than cementing a relationship with him we quickly drifted apart. His girlfriend from back home came to visit over Christmas and he ditched his course as he had made her pregnant. I was not too downhearted as the lads at college were paying me plenty of attention.

  The rest of my time at University was a blur of soft drugs and meaningless sex. I never became fully involved in a relationship with anyone but if the opportunity to have sex came along. I would usually sleep with somebody just to catch up on all those missed years of repressed desires.

  *

  Valerie’s story shocked me; I had expected a tale of a drunken fumble in her parent’s bed by her science partner. Her story was similar to my own and I asked her.”Why did you not share this story sooner with me?”

  “Because Vincent, I had a job to do and more importantly I had not drunk enough wine!”

  We both laughed at the similarities we shared and we both continued to drink freely. We were no longer in the old dynamic and to a casual onlooker we would seem good friends or even a couple on a night out.

  “I should return back to my friends, I shall be with you again shortly!” Valerie seemed different to the women I met at the service station, she had changed in the short time I had known her and as she rejoined her fellow writers, I knew I may miss these rendezvous.

  Gradually Valerie’s friends made their excuses and left us alone. Valerie had worked her guests and had been remarkably sociable. I on the other hand had been quite happy to watch the football whilst maintaining my isolation from the assembled journalists, authors and web designers who came to share in Valerie’s triumph.

  “You haven’t been very sociable tonight Vincent!” Valerie stated with a slurred authority.

  Her tipsiness reduced her stern stance and I just laughed a response. “With respect they are people I would have to watch my words around!”

  “Indeed!” replied Valerie, “At least three of my female friends wanted to come over and flirt with you but I made an excuse that you are all mine tonight!”

  Her words surprised me and for once I was lost for words. Valerie cackled at my stunned nature and added. “Gotcha, you should see your face Vincent!

  “Are you okay Valerie?” I asked sincerely and could see some pain behind her eyes.

  “It’s okay Vincent, I have had too much wine and I need to go home!” Valerie stumbled and I caught her left arm before she resembled a fawn learning to walk on ice. Valerie smiled and mouthed. “Thank you; you are a life saver Vincent.”

  I allowed her to steady herself and helped her to the exit. “I shall give you a lift home. I have only had fresh orange juice and alcohol free beer.”

  “Thank you!” her reply was mumbled and she was feeling light headed.

  We walked along the pavement and negotiated the night time’s exotic mix of peoples. Valerie was still struggling to walk in her heels and decided to remove them as we cut across the nearby park. Her naked feet walked comfortably across the light dew of the autumn night. I offered her my overcoat but she mumbled that she was warm enough without it. As we reached the bench, Valerie stumbled to the seat and pleaded for a break.

  “I just need a few minutes rest; can you please sit with me?”

  I nodded and sat beside her, she soon rested her head upon me and I inhaled her cherry scented shampoo.

  “I like the smell of your hair, Valerie.” My words were innocent but Valerie sprang into action. She immediately kissed my lips with a tender passion. I h
ad thought her incapable of such movements but her previous story had hinted at her own sexual prowess.

  Valerie hungered for me as her hands ransacked my body for human contact. Her fingertips danced over my back and torso as she pressed herself firmly into me. I could feel her own form and contours with my own fingers; I was reciprocating her gestures with no complaint. Her hands squeezed and cupped me while she breathed heavily through her own desire. Neither of us showed much restraint and neither of us wanted too. Valerie finally broke off the kiss and turned away obviously upset with what she had started to initiate.

  “I can’t do this. I am not supposed to do this with you!”

  I was unsure of her emotions but knew enough that her regret was genuine and I chose to respond to her in a conciliatory manner, even though throughout the meet up; she had worked herself up to that moment. I attempted to appeal to her usually more dominant rational part of her personality.

  “Do you want to talk about what just happened here, Valerie?”

  Valerie rebuffed my words with a snarl. “No, I don’t want to discuss this with you or anyone else. I just want to go home now!”

  “I can drive you Valerie, it is not a problem!” I offered my hand to Valerie with concern filling me. I had never thought of Valerie having a weak and fragile nature, although I had only known her a short time. I thought that I had a good read of her personality. Her actions had surprised me and now her own shame threatened our previous arrangements and friendship.