Lauren's Love Lessons (Yesteryear Erotica Book 1)

by Jodie Halliday

  Lauren wasn’t sure either. “I’ll check,” she said, grinned at Emma and returned to the kitchen.

  “Nice tea!” shouted Emma, making Lauren smile.

  At just after ten, Julian knocked on the door and Steven welcomed him back, guiding him into the kitchen where Lauren was finalizing lunch preparations. He was wearing swimming trunks a colourful shirt with the sleeves rolled up making him look fit and ready for action. Lauren was very happy to see him and grinned at him, resisting the urge to kiss him right there in the kitchen. She watched as Emma looked him up and down from behind.

  “I thought we could get this driftwood thing out of the way before lunch, then swim maybe if it’s still sunny?” suggested Julian.

  “Yeah, OK,” said Lauren, wrapping the sandwiches up and placing them in a wicker basket.

  “Why don’t you two get going?” said Emma. “Steven and I will set up the blankets and things if we decide to swim, on the dunes where we were yesterday.” She put the remaining chicken in the fridge and began searching for tomatoes and lettuce. Lauren led the way out the back door and down the garden path. Julian skipped ahead of her and opened the gate, closed it then led the way over the nearby dunes and to the right. Within minutes they were out of sight.

  “What are your parents doing today?” asked Lauren.

  “Not sure, I think they might go to the baker and also the ironmongers to get some screws for the back door. Not much else.”

  “Mine should be back home now.”

  “That’s good that they allow you to stay, I know some parents who would not allow it.”

  “They trust Steven and Emma,” said Lauren, wondering if using their names might accidentally reveal their level of friendship.

  He turned to Lauren as they came up to the water’s edge. “I’m glad we met yesterday, this place is nice but after a few days there’s only so much desolation I can stand!”

  She touched his arm, then gave his bicep a squeeze. “I know, I’ve even been doing course work while I’ve been here,” replied Lauren, knowing that she hadn’t even opened a single course book since she arrived. “There isn’t even a cinema around here, nearest is twenty miles away.” They walked further along the shore and Julian seemed to enjoy having the young lady hanging on his arm.

  He stopped suddenly and pointed into the distance. “Look, over there!” Lauren looked as ordered but saw nothing. “Driftwood, or something anyway.” He jogged over to the dark brown blob and Lauren followed behind. They both squatted down to examine what actually was a large piece of wood.

  “Is this what your mother collects?” she asked, bewildered.

  “Sort of, this bit is huge, I’m not dragging this back to the house.” Lauren smiled, nodding and caught his eye. Her smile slowly dissolved and she brought her hand up to his face tenderly. They kissed gently then looked back down at the driftwood, her attention on his reaction rather than the cast-off junk in front of them. She leaned forward as though examining the thing for signs of origin but wanted to be perfectly sure that he was able to look down her swimming costume at the swell of her breasts. She placed her hand on his knee for support and rose.

  “Let’s keep going,” she said walking up to the warm, dry sand away from the water. She sat and pulled off her sandals and left them neatly. “If we see the lump of wood we’ll know my sandals are here.” Even though Julian was still down by the water she made a point of tugging at the buckles which forced her legs wider into a slightly un-ladylike arrangement.

  “OK, good idea.” Lauren held onto his arm again but during the next five minutes her grip slowly slipped down until they were holding hands and their fingers interlocked. It was certainly a beautiful morning with the beach deserted and only the sound of the waves and occasional gull to be heard. She dropped the wicker basket in the dry sand and walked down to the water, pulling Julian with her and paddled happily.

  “Oh goodness, it’s so warm!” cried Lauren. “I thought it would be much colder. This is the North Sea after all!” He joined her and they laughed at the discovery of the warm water, splashing around until Lauren decided to wade out up to her waist. She held out her hand and beckoned him. Smiling happily he joined her and hand in hand they walked out further, jumping up as each wave came in to avoid the colder water.

  “It’s warmer back there, must be the sand,” he said.

  Lauren nodded and swung around, looking up at him as the waves washed over them. She gasped as a larger wave washed over her and wet the rest of her swimsuit. She crossed her arms over her breasts, inviting his eyes to follow her hands, which, to her delight, they did. With mock terror she pulled close to him and put her arms around his waist. Once again he resisted full contact even when she looked up and kissed him again, lingering with her lips on his and feeling him respond quickly with his hands safely on her hips. She didn’t want to scare him away or let him think she was an easy catch so she let go of him and strode towards the beach, splashing the waves with her hands as she went.

  She glanced back only once after she got to the warm sand just to check that he was indeed hard and the bulge in his trunks suggested that there was another huge log of driftwood concealed between his legs. She tried to recall how Steven had looked when they swam a few days earlier but it hadn’t registered quite so clearly as far as her memory went. She grabbed the basket and turned south, grinning as she pulled her shirt about her waist and tied the tails in a knot. The material was damp and slightly irritating but the knot helped to bring the shirt up higher and showed her buttocks to him which was all that was important at that moment.

  He caught up and she was pleased that it was he who sought her hand to hold as they walked around a shallow curve in the coastline. She realised that she was enjoying the day very much. If she had been with Steven then all she would have needed to do was to pull herself up tight against his cock and he would have made love to her right there. Similarly with Emma, a kiss on her neck would have resulted in a passionate session of kissing and cuddling on the warm sand. With Julian, however, each move that they made was a sign, a signal which needed interpretation. There was nobody taking the lead, just two people sounding out each other as to how far their friendship should be taken at a point in time.

  In the distance they noticed a long wooden breakwater of circular poles stretching from the grassy dunes all the way out to the sea. As they neared Lauren could see the green seaweed and barnacles attached to the thick ten inch uprights as well as the horizontal planks which acted as a walkway. Delighted with the find she jumped up onto the planks and turned to Julian.

  “Come on, let’s see how far we can get!” she said, standing two feet above him. She hoped that he had a good view between her thighs as she offered him her hand. The bulge seemed to have disappeared for now but she grinned at him as he took her hand and climbed up with her.

  They walked carefully between the poles out towards the sea. The wood was slippery from years of sea water and plant life so they moved cautiously, stooping to hold onto each pole as they progressed. The end of the breakwater was submerged in the sea and before their feet started to get wet Lauren stopped and sat down, dangling her feet in the water and looking back the way they had come. Julian sat next to her and they held hands quite naturally.

  “I haven’t seen any fish yet,” said Lauren, peering into the cloudy water.

  “I doubt you will, maybe the odd jellyfish or two.”

  “Oh yuk!” she said, pulling her feet up, “I don’t want to get stung by one of them!”

  “They’re slow, you’d see them coming.”

  She looked over at him and saw his warm smile and his head tilted slightly in amusement. Still holding his hand she turned and lay back against his chest. He shifted away from her and shuffled along to the closest upright, then pulled her against him. She wrapped his arm over her stomach and lay back against his chest, delighted, relaxed and warm in the morning sunshine.

  “This is so nice just here,” she said, sq
ueezing his hand.

  “I’m glad that Mr. Lazenby came round to invite us, otherwise I’d be just lying in our garden, reading.”

  “I know, it’s so deserted here. I think there are only four or five houses on the road. Emma said she only knows your parents, nobody else.”

  “She seems nice.”

  “Yes, like I said, she was so wonderful when I arrived. I felt I could tell her anything and she was like a big sister to me.”

  “Won’t it be the same when you go back in the autumn?”

  “Oh no. I have so much more confidence now, I know how to deal with those girls.”

  “Good,” he said, squeezing her close against his chest. She looked up at him and then at his lips. He leaned down towards her and kissed her gently. Lauren slipped her hand up around his neck and pushed her fingers into his hair, kissing him harder and sighing gently with the lovely sensation. It seemed so romantic to be lying out on the breakwater, fifty yards from the beach with not a soul in sight. Just Julian and herself, kissing, cuddling and soaking up the sun. The kiss developed in intensity and she let go of his hand, hoping that his would drop somewhere on her breast. It did but he immediately moved his fingers lower, respecting her modesty. But Lauren could feel he was hard again as he poked against her back and she groaned quietly as she leaned into him, indicating that she was aware of his arousal but it would be far too forward for her to take hold of him and he would most probably fall into the water.

  After maybe ten minutes Lauren decided that while their location was romantic it wasn’t suitable for making any other progress. She grabbed his hand and pulled it so that it brushed across her breasts, then brought it to her mouth and kissed his palm.

  “We should keep going, find somewhere for lunch maybe?” she said, getting to her feet. He nodded, turning away from her to hide his erection before following her carefully back to the sand. She picked up the basket with one hand and held his with the other as they made their way further round the curved beach.

  “Want me to carry that for a while?” he asked.

  She smiled and nodded, handing him the basket which was indeed starting to feel heavy. Apart from the chicken sandwiches and cake there was lemonade in a Kilner jar to drink and whatever else Emma had slipped in there. Five minutes later they spotted a rock fall similar to the one they had found the previous day and headed for a spot halfway between the water and the dunes.

  She selected a spot and turned her back to him as he sat on the warm sand. She pulled at the knot in her shirt with exaggerated effort and took it off, brushing a few grains of sand off it before spreading it out over the warm rock to dry. By selecting a location a little higher than necessary she had to place one foot on the rock and stretch which would hopefully have given him a very nice view between her legs. She stepped back onto the sand and turned round before sitting close to him and looking through what had been provided for lunch.

  “The chicken sandwiches have salad cream in them, hope that’s OK?” she said.

  “It’s fine Lori, I’ll eat anything.”

  Lauren noted the use of the name Lori and was delighted. She reached into the basket and rummaged around although her eyes were on his trunks. Soft again, she thought, amused that it should go up and down so often without him touching it. She handed a sandwich to Julian and noted that there were two lemonade drinks. She took one and unscrewed the lid, drank and placed the jar in the shade. The sun was high in the sky by now and perfectly warm. She watched amused as Julian unbuckled his sandals and dropped them out of sight.

  “I wondered when you’d do that, the sand feels so nice!”

  “Hmm, just really don’t like it between my toes.”

  She laughed and covered her mouth incase her sandwich fell out. “Sorry, but it’s harmless, isn’t it?” she spluttered.

  “Course, just a nuisance, that’s all,” he said, grinning at her. He unwrapped a strange looking parcel from the basket and produced a pickled onion. “Oh, want some?”

  “Hmm, OK,” replied Lauren as he cut it into quarters. He offered her the onion in his fingers and she leaned towards him, held his hand and took it onto her tongue. She chewed, giggling happily and then did the same for him but teasing him first by pulling it away as he was about to bite. He suddenly stopped munching and looked up, then left and right.

  “Hear that?” he asked, standing.

  “What?”

  “Planes!” he said, grabbing her hand. He pulled her up onto the rocks and looked inland towards the west. “There!” he screamed. Two single propeller fighter planes flanked a much larger twin propeller aircraft that might have been a bomber. They were at about a thousand feet and screamed overhead and out to sea. Lauren hugged him, delighted at the display. They watched, arm in arm as the planes flew into the distance. He let go of her waist and jumped down, then turned to her. “Jump!” he shouted, laughing at her above him.

  “No, I’ll squash you!” said Lauren, giggling and not convinced of their safety.

  “Come on, I’ll catch you, I promise Lori! Jump!”

  She squatted to reduce the impact and after wavering slightly, fell into his waiting arms, laughing in delight as he caught her easily and twirled her around. As her feet touched the sand she looked up at him and kissed him hard on the mouth, pulling him hard against her before he could back away.

  “Was that a fly past for us, do you think?” she asked.

  “Yeah, it’s our special day,” he said, half serious. “I bet they came from RAF Marham, probably training”

  He took her hand and guided her down onto the warm sand and lay down, pulling her alongside him. Lauren was thrilled, knowing now that he was in control and that she could simply proceed at his pace. She caressed the side of his face as he kissed her again, then brought her into the crook of his arm and kissed her nose before seeking her lips again. Lauren groaned very quietly, indicating that she was happy with what he was doing. She didn’t want to have sex with him there on the sand but wanted to make sure he knew it was going to happen in the near future, possibly even the following day.

  She took his hand and guided it to her neck then went in search of his chest, teasing the flesh under his shirt and thrilled that his hand had moved from her neck down to her shoulder. She ran her finger over his throat then down to the top button of his shirt, repeating the downward movement until he copied it and ran his hand over her arm, brushing her breast casually with his wrist. She groaned again, hoping that he was listening and deciphering her message. It was when she slid her knee carefully between his legs, her flesh against his, that he seemed to understand what she needed. Very slowly his hand moved from her waist over to her stomach and rested so that his palm grazed the underside of her breast. She breathed out hard, reserving a groan for something more positive. She felt his tongue slip between her lips and pressed her knee deeper between his legs, still avoiding his groin but only inches away. His thumb brushed over the underside of her breast and she groaned more from relief than anything else. Her fingers grabbed his hair and his hand then covered her breast. Her head fell back as though in ecstasy and he squeezed her gently.

  “Oh Jules, yes!” she sighed, feeling quite aroused by the slow build up and the genuine affection that he obviously had for her. She kissed him again, passionately and lightly on the lips and flicked her tongue into his mouth. His hand caressed her harder and his thumb sought out her nipple, missing the mark by an inch or two. Lauren undid a couple of his shirt buttons and pushed the material to the side before kissing his chest and sucking on his nipple. He gasped, possibly in shock she thought, but his hand on her head suggested that he wanted her to continue. She slid her knee slightly higher so there could be no doubt where it was heading and he took the opportunity to touch the skin of her breast which was just visible above her swimsuit. “Oh yes, so good Jules,” she whispered while wondering whether it would be too forward to slip the strap of her swimsuit off or whether she should leave it to him. She decided there was n
o hurry and kissed her way up his chest and around his ear. He giggled in delight, just as she would have done before pushing her away a little and kissing her again. His fingers found her upper breast again and then very slowly slipped inside her swimsuit, seeking her permission for further exploration. Lauren raised her arm and touched his hair, opening her chest up to his gaze and hands.

  “You’re so pretty Lori,” he said breathlessly.

  She took his hand and helped him pull down the material, exposing her a little more, then slipped the strap down her arm as she felt they had passed the point where it would have been considered forward of her. She groaned as his fingers finally touched her nipple.

  “Oh yeah, Jules,” she sighed, hoping that he would be encouraged to reveal more. He broke their kiss and looked back at the deserted beach, then back at her. “It’s OK, just you and me, nobody else for miles.”

  He nodded, kissed her then pulled her close before pushing the material down to expose her left breast. It was as though he wanted to take her clothes off but was shielding her from sight. She undid a couple more buttons of his shirt and he turned his attention to her other breast, pulling the swimsuit down as she struggled with the other strap. His hand caressed her breast and she sighed with genuine pleasure, backing away from him slightly so that he could see what she considered to be their classic shape. He pushed her gently onto her back and leaned over her, kissing her lips as he toyed with the firm little mounds.

  “Oh Lori, so beautiful!’

  She ran her hands down his stomach, halting as she got to his waistband then circling around to his hip. The intention was obvious but once again she didn’t want to treat him like she would have done with Steven. With timely inspiration she pulled him on top of her and kissed his lips, his rigid cock now pressed hard against her sex and not something that he could hide. He looked into her eyes, possibly in case she might scream but Lauren simply pulled him down and kissed him, opening her legs so that he sank between them. She groaned again, aroused by the feeling of his cock and the thought registered in her mind that he was larger than Steven. She grabbed hold of his head and slowly pushed him down so that his kisses fell on her neck, then her shoulders and finally, her breasts. His cock shifted down and away from her but his lips on her nipples just moved the source of pleasure to a different place. She held his head in her palms and locked him in place, savoring the feeling that Emma must have each time she lay against her and suckled her nipples. It was delightful and Julian took his time, the novelty and experimentation apparent in his actions.