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An Innocent Weekend

By: STEPHENA



It was a mild early May morning. Andrew was busy marking some maths work. It was mid term and some crucial topics had to be nailed for his students to get good grades. He had taken on more work after his gardening work had tailed off. On this particular morning he had a few trig papers to mark when his study phone rang. It was an old friend from school, Karen Appleton.

'Oh hello Karen, what a lovely surprise!'

"Thought I'd look you up, it seems so long since we spoke."

'I know, I'm sorry, time flies. You know, I've been so busy with my new job as a private maths tutor I don't seem to get time to get everything done, and that includes keeping in touch with old friends -- but it's great to hear from you.'

"You too Andrew."

'Erm how's Danielle, she must be about 16 now?'

"Eighteen. Yes, she's fine, you wouldn't recognise her I bet -- she's grown up since you saw her last. Anyway I'm not just ringing to say hello, I wondered if you would like to come over to the new house, I know how much you like the country."

'Oh, well that's a nice offer -- erm have you any particular time in mind?'

"Yes, I thought maybe this weekend. With it being so mild we could go for a walk and you might get inspiration for a poem, do you still do that?"

'Yes, I don't write as much as I would like but yes, it's a good idea, I'd love to come and see you and Danielle, will she be there?'

"Yes sure".

'Good.'

"Anyway, the address is 'The Rose cottage, Warden lane, Louth."

'OK, I'll look on Anymap, what time should I come?'

"When you like, what about 11 Saturday morning?"

'OK, sounds great.'

"Tell you what Andrew someone's at the door, I think it's a customer I'm expecting, see you Saturday, yes?"

'Cool, yes bye Karen.'

This was a great surprise and Andrew marked his papers with extra verve, now he had something special at the weekend to look forward to. He had known Karen as a kid and they had been part of the same 'gang' all through junior school and into secondary. Then she moved to Lincolnshire but they kept in touch and Andrew had been over to see her years ago and spent many happy days with Karen and 'Danny.' He remembered her sweet daughter, who was probably 12 or 13 the last time he had seen her. Danielle he remembered was pretty, intelligent and liked horses. He was fond of her and she liked him. Alas, over the last few years he and Karen just seemed to exchange Christmas cards, as they had less time and pursued their respective careers. So he was over the moon with the opportunity to be reacquainted with his old friend.

The weekend soon arrived and Andrew checked his tyre pressure and oil before setting off. It was only about 45 miles but he hardly drove anywhere now and his car was due for a quick check of the essentials. His rear offside needed a few psi otherwise everything was ticketyboo. The journey was quite good. He liked the gentle, pastoral Lincolnshire countryside. It was proper rural stuff; little thatched barns, cows and numerous tractors to get stuck behind. There wasn't much traffic but some of the roads were windy and he just enjoyed the trip. When he got to Louth, he consulted his print off of the area and found Warden Lane. It was a little road with a row of poplars on one side and a brook on the other. A few cottages and a farm were scattered in a slightly higgledy-piggledy way along the lane. It was quaint. It was on the outskirts of a larger village and the spire of the church dominated the horizon ahead.

Andrew parked up outside Rose cottage. As he pulled up, the door opened and Karen came out to greet him. Andrew got out and threw his arms around her.

'Karen, how are you -- you're looking well.'

'Thank you Andrew and you, you look a bit tanned have you been away?'

'Not really, I did a lot of gardening in the summer and I've not faded I guess.'

They both laughed at this and Karen showed him inside.

'This is a lovely place, you've got.'

'Yes, I bought it with some help from my redundancy from the Gas board and put it to the cost of my old house -- I had a bit of a break and grabbed it with both hands.'

'Cool.'

Where's Danny?', said Karen, 'I thought she'd be here to meet you, she's probably in the garden, she's growing cress for college.'

'Cress?'

'Apparently -- it's some experiment, I don't know. DANNY!!!'

Andrew sat on a kitchen stool as Karen disappeared on to the patio.

She returned a few seconds later with Danielle. Andrew stood up, then his jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes. The sweet little 12-year old he had known had turned into a wonderful young woman. Her blonde hair fell way down her back. Her green eyes sparkled with life. She was wearing a tight pink top and tight jeans. She was quite slim but had an hour glass figure. Andrew's gaze involuntarily fell on her breasts, which were full and perky and were hidden under her top like two grapefruit hide in a box of plums.

Andrew gulped. 

'Danielle, well what a pleasure it is to meet you again after all these years.' He took her hand and kissed it.

'Thank you Andy, I'm called Danny nowadays. It's great to see you too, I was just watering my garden for college, sorry.'

'That's OK.'

'Do you want to have a look, we're experimenting on the effects of global warming to see what will grow in the spring, growth rates and stuff, then we'll do the same in July and measure the differences.'

'OK I see.'

As he followed Danielle down the path, Andrew couldn't take his eyes off her gorgeous bottom. It was a peach. Not too big, but just perfectly pert and it wiggled just a bit as she walked.

'Are you at horticultural college then?'

'Yes, that's right, I've been there for a year, I want to run my own nursery, I love growing things and stuff.' 

She spoke with a soft Lincolnshire lilt, which Andrew liked. It seemed to suit her somehow.

'You should see my garden', said Andrew, 'It's a bit of a wilderness at the moment.'

'Oh bet you get lots of butterflies and stuff though.'

'That's right and birds, it's good for that, I just feel a bit guilty leaving it.'

'No, it's good to have the odd rambling one', encouraged Danielle.

'OK, well you're the expert.'

Karen interrupted them from the kitchen.

'Danny, Andrew -- coffee!'

The three chatted inside over fresh coffee and some cookies that Karen had baked the previous day. 

'Hmmm, these are nice, said Andrew, you're a dab hand at baking.'

'Thanks', said Karen, I enjoy it in my spare time not difficult really.'

'Oh, obviously the creative streak runs in the family, what with Danielle and her plants.' The two women chuckled.

It was later in the day and Andrew had been shown to his room at the back of the cottage and Danielle had gone out to see Natalie, one of her college friends. Andrew was now sitting in the conservatory browsing through a Reader's Digest while Karen was at the local shop buying some groceries for dinner. He could not really concentrate on his book as his mind was still bamboozled by Karen's beautiful daughter. Danielle was not only gorgeous but intelligent and well spoken. He body was so good, she must have done some running or gym work he thought. He hesitated in dwelling on her too much in any lurid way as he had known her as a child but was finding it difficult to block out her girlie charms. However his attention was soon diverted by Karen who came back with a few bags of vegetables and some pasta.

'Do you like Italian food Andrew?'

'Yes, I love it.'

'OK, well I'm going to do a dish I picked up in Bologna last year.'

There was a pause as Karen unpacked the shopping.

'Do you want a hand with anything?'

'No it's OK Andrew you're my guest just put your feet up. Danny will be back soon and she will help me a bit anyway -- she's ever so good.'

'She's really blossomed hasn't she?'

'Not half, bet you had a surprise eh?'

'Absolutely, she's stunning.'

It was evening and Andrew and Karen were reminiscing about their schooldays. Danielle was in the shower. 

'Would you like a drink? I've got some beer in the fridge or maybe you would like some whisky?'

'Oh I don't' drink spirits thanks, a beer would be nice though'

'Ok, I like the odd nip at this time of year, it's OK with lemonade.'

Karen went to fetch the drinks as Danielle came down and joined Andrew on the sofa. She was dressed in a pink dressing gown. Her hair was still damp from her shower and she had a lovely glow about her young face. Andrew caught a waft of the shower gel she had used as she sat down -- it was lovely. 

'Are we going for a walk in the morning? Through the fields?' Asked Danielle.

'Yes, I'd like that, the countryside looked groovy on my way in.'

'Yes, it's nice round here, there's loads of interesting things to see. I like local history and stuff it's good.'

'Unusual for a girl your age -- but appealing though, you give blondes a good name!'

'Haaaa thanks', yes well I've got no time for clubbing and stuff, I want to get my qualifications with a clear head, there's loads of time to let my hair down isn't there?'

'Oh definitely.'

Andrew looked at her face and her long hair and involuntarily allowed his gaze to wander down her body, right down to her pink fluffy slippers. Danielle looked down and blushed slightly and then looked at Andrew awkwardly but smiled. There was a slightly embarrassed silence, before Karen came and handed him a glass of beer. 

'Thanks Karen.' Andrew put the glass to his lips and instantly recognised his favourite brew. 

'Gosh is this Amstel -- you remembered -- my favourite!' He put his glass on a mat and jumped up and gave her a big hug. 

'That's so sweet of you to remember.'

'I know it's you're favourite from way back, thought I'd surprise you.'

Andrew sipped the deep bronze beer and admired Danielle who smiled at him. Andrew liked her. The more he got to know here the more she impressed him. She had her Mother's attentiveness but had her own vivacity and charm. It was an innocent, though not naïve charm and she showed an exuberance of spirit, Andrew had rarely encountered. She was certainly a league ahead of any of his students in her sophistication. The three continued to chat about old times and an hour or two passed until there were unanimous yawns and they each turned in. 

Andrew lay awake in bed thinking of Danielle. He was torn between his respect for her and as his friend's daughter and how he had seen her that morning in her tight top and jeans. There was something about her unaffected, rural manner that appealed to him. She knew what was what, but she did not have the precocious, almost cynical ways of her urban peers. A life brought up in the country had moulded her in to a fine young woman with a level head. Andrew wondered if she was a virgin. He suspected she might be. In fact he was sure she was. As he pondered this, he drifted off to sleep.

The next morning everyone was up early and breakfasted together in the kitchen. The muesli was from a local mill and was patently better than his usual cereal as a result. Outside it was sunny and dry, perfect in fact for a walk. After some poached eggs and toast, Andrew fetched his boots from the car and everyone got ready for the walk.

'By the way, Natalie is meeting us for the walk Andrew -- in fact here she is now.'

Andrew looked up from tying his laces to see a teenage girl approaching, wearing black jogger bottoms and a short water proof coat. Natalie was not as tall as Danielle and had shortish mousy hair with dark brown highlights at the ends. She was pretty, but had a slightly mischievous, yet cute look about her. He could tell straight away she was not as pure as her blonde friend.

'Are we ready then? Oh hi Nat' called Karen.

They set off together in the direction of the church. The ground was soft with the mild weather but not too muddy. They took a turn to the right and followed a large hedgerow. 

'This is a really ancient hedge Andy', Danielle pointed out. 'See how many different species there are.' 

'How old do you think?' Asked Andrew.

'Oh I guess this has been here since the Middle Ages at least!'

'That's old', said Karen.

'I know, the more species you have the older it is generally -- it's Eraldson's law of biodiversity.'

'Gosh you know you're stuff Danny', said Andrew.

Danielle beamed proudly.

'I love botany and horticulture, there's so much to learn though.'

'Well stick at it my dear, I'm sure you'll realise your dream to run a nursery.'

'Do you think?'

'I know.'

Danielle gave him the same shy glance that he had seen the night before. It was an enigmatic look. It confused him. 

They continued on the walk, following a river for a while and were lucky enough to shoo a Kingfisher from its post and saw the bright turquoise upperparts as it sped off upstream. There were a few remains of a Danish burial ground and there had been some archaeological works done there by Time Team. Danielle had been down to see some of the filming and had even spoken to Tony Robertson briefly. After a couple of miles they passed by a small village hall, which was doing teas and scones. 

'Shall we go in?' Suggested Karen.

'Isn't it going to be full of grannies?' asked Nathalie.

'What's wrong with grannies?' Inquired Andrew. Nathalie shrugged her shoulders.

She was clearly not as at home in the country as Danielle who had already gone inside. Karen followed with Andrew as Nathalie lagged behind.

'Grannies?' Asked Andrew.

'Nathalie is from Hull, her parents came here last year and she wants the city again. But she's great friends with Danny, they're really close and that's the only thing that's keeping her sane.

'Will she adjust?'

'Well she's 18 so she can do what she likes when she's finished college. I think she wants to go to Uni. with Danny, but you can't plan your life around another person. She's a good girl though.' 

'Yeah she's super.'

The quartet had their tea and scones and then followed the tracks back to the hamlet, where the girls said farewell for the day with a kiss and a hug Nathalie went home to the village.

******

It was later in the afternoon and the sun had gone down leaving a grey glow on the flat expanse of Lincolnshire. The phone rang and Karen picked it up and suddenly sounded a bit flustered.

'Oh but I've got a visitor can't it wait?'

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'Really?'

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'OK, well I'll get ready in a bit and come over.'

She slammed the phone down.

'Bloody ell!'

'What is it Karen?'

'Oh my partner at the florists has just had a phonecall from one of the staff and she can't get in tomorrow, which means we wont be able to complete a very important order unless we both chip in and finish it off tonight. I'm sorry Andrew I'll have to go and do it, but you'll be OK wont you? I should be back for 10, sorry.'

'It's OK, I'll be fine, Danielle is great company.'

Danielle was in her room but came out when her Mum had told her what had happened. A few minutes later Karen was off.

'Well that's unexpected', said Danielle. 'Mum's really keen on this business, they've been busy really and she can't afford to let anyone down.'

'I know, it's a competitive business.'

'Erm Andrew, I'm just going to take a shower, now you've had yours, I'll be back in a bit.'

'OK then I'll put the kettle on when you come back.'

'Ooh alright, good, we can have some of Mum's cookies.'

Andrew switched on the TV but like most Sunday afternoons it was like watching paint dry. He always looked forward to The Antiques Roadshow, but that was about it, so he sat quietly for a while and thought what to do. Karen going out suddenly had created a bit of an anti-climax and he felt at a loose end. A little while later he heard a few doors banging at the back of the cottage; Danielle was out of the shower, so he put the kettle on.

It took him longer than it might to make the drinks, as he didn't know where anything was in the kitchen. As he turned round, he noticed Danielle who had come down quietly. He did a double take as she was wearing a short Garfield night shirt that finished not that far below her waist. 

'Oh Danielle, you surprised me. He nodded towards her night shirt 'Erm you look ready for bed.'

She was clearly wearing no bra and her lovely uptilted breasts were jiggling beneath the nightwear. Her hair, which she had not properly dried fell around her shoulders in that slightly tangled, just washed way. Andrew was stunned. She looked amazing. Eighteen, fresh, innocent and amazing. She was almost too good to be true. Almost not real, but real she was and she stood there looking just about as delectable as any woman Andrew had ever lay his eyes on.

'Danny, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but I'm not sure your mother would be happy with you walking around in just your night shirt when I'm around.

Danielle went rather coy and looked at Andrew imploringly.

'Why not?'

'Now you're not that naïve Danny, you know why not, I just wonder why you haven't got your dressing gown on.'

'Why do you think Andrew? Do you think I would be like this if my Mum was here?'

'That's a good question.'

'Do you like me like this?'

'It's not the point what I like. You are the daughter of my best friend and there are certain things that are a bit, well awkward.'

'Give me the coffee Andrew and we can sit down. I'm not the little girl you remember you know, I'm a woman now.'

'Yes, I know but I can't unremember the little girl. The sweet little girl who liked the horses and ran round the garden chasing her shadow. It's an issue for me Danielle. 

'Don't let it be an issue Andy. That was then and now I've grown up. When I saw you yesterday I saw you through the eyes of a woman and I liked what I saw. What I was like when I was nine is irrelevant. Can you not just see me for how I am now?'

'Oh Danielle. If only I could find the words to express what a wonderful young woman you have turned into. You are pure poetry.'

'Thank you.' 

Danielle was sitting with her legs together and had pulled her night shirt across her thighs a little too hide her modesty.

'Do you know what I'm wearing under this Andrew?'

Andrew closed his eyes. He could smell the sweetness of her body mingling with the delicate scent of the soap as she sat next to him on the sofa. 

Andrew didn't speak but shook his head.

Danielle stood up.

'It's OK, there's no need to guess.'

'Danny please!'

Andrew was startled, he didn't know how to control the situation. He had to treat it sensitively without upsetting his young friend. She sat down again and held Andrew's hand and looked him in the eyes with the purity of spirit, which her young heart possessed.

'Andy, I want you to be my first lover, will you take me tonight -- here? I don't ask you this for any reason but that it feels right. I have waited too long. I don't want to date some stupid jerk from college and get fumbled and hurt. I've heard about the first time and I want my first time to be beautiful. And I can't think of any more beautiful way than with my old friend Andrew.

'I don't know what to say Danny, though I'm really flattered and heart-warmed by you feeling this way. I admit I find you very attractive, but you're still my little friend in a way; I'm not sure I can get past that.'

'Andy, you were always good to me. I remember lots of the little things from when I was young. I remember the daisy chain you made me in the paddocks and I remember you hugging me when I dropped my ice cream. You were good to Danielle the little girl, now can't you be good to Danielle the woman, please?'

Andrew felt incredibly moved at these words. He could feel himself trembling and was now torn apart. For the first time he did not relish being enticed by an eighteen year old. Any man would normally jump at the chance. But this was his best friend's daughter, someone who he had almost watch grow up. 


An Innocent Weekend



Danielle stood up again. 

'Let me think Danny.'

Danielle just shook her head and with a heart melting look on her face, she took the hem of her night-shirt and lifted it up over her head. She was wearing nothing underneath.

Andrew looked at her and drank in her beauty like he was looking at a Solar Eclipse. But unlike the star, this vision began to make him get hard.

'Oh Danielle. You are. You are just... I'm lost for words my dear. There is no word that can do justice to how you look.' 

She stood completely naked before him. Her breasts were perfect. Beautiful perky tits with naturally erect, candy pink nipples. She had a toned stomach and smooth, shapely, slim legs. Nestling at the top of them was a triangle of neat blonde hairs, which just partially hid her rosy slit.

Andrew's dick was unfurling gradually in his boxers. He looked at her and thought hard about what she had said. The thought of some prat from college having his way with her sickened him. She was beautiful and sexy, but pure. She was ripe. He knew what he had to do and he couldn't let her down. 

'If you really want me my dear, then I would consider it an honour to make love to you tonight.'

Andrew stood up and unbuttoned his cords. His cock was hardening all the time as he looked upon her glorious breasts. He knelt on the settee and stroked her belly softly and then cupped her breasts in his hands. He stood up and kissed her gently on the lips. He felt an almost electrical spark between them. Every part of her body seemed hot.

He began to drool as he looked at her succulent young breasts. As he put his lips around her nipple he felt his cock become fully hard. Then he gradually eased her on to the sofa and kissed her on the neck and with his left hand felt her pussy. It was like a furnace and he could smell the musky scent from her love pot. 

'Lie back. Just relax as much as you can my darling.'

She put her hand round his neck and pulled him close, kissing him passionately.

Then he planted gentle kisses all over her body, working his way from her lips down to her toes. He could feel her body trembling slightly under his touch and he carefully moved close to her on the sofa, carefully massaging her labia with his index finger.

'Oh Andrew be gentle, please be gent.. ooooh....ow.'

Andrew eased himself in as gently as possible. Her years of horse riding had stretched her hymen to finest gossamer and in a few seconds he had made her a complete woman.

Andrew whispered in her ears, 

'That's it baby relax, it's OK.'

She pulled him towards her as he went in further. Ever so slowly and with total finesse, Andrew took her virginity.

'Aaah Danielle, oh my darling, oh baby, you're beautiful. 

Andrew was now fully aware of her tightness and it felt wonderful. He had never done this before. Danielle spoke in a slightly gasping whisper.

'Hmmmm Andrew, oh yes, that's nice. It hurts a little bit but it feels wonderful as well.'

'Ok baby, just keep that position and I'll go just a little deeper, is that OK?'

'Mmmmmmm, oooooh yes.'

She was so tight, he didn't need to go any quicker and he felt his orgasm build up quickly and deliciously . He continued at the same pace for a minute longer until he could hold on no more.

'Oh Danny, oh my baby I love you, oh my darling. Yes, yes, YES!!!

Andrew pulled out at the last second and a jet of semen sprayed across her belly, followed by another load, which splashed over her legs.

She lay with her eyes closed and wiped his juice over her belly and breasts. Andrew lay next to her and kissed her tenderly. 

'Was that OK my darling?'

'Hmmmm yes thankyou it was wonderful. Better than I expected.' 

'Well, it gets better baby, much better.'

Danielle remained prone on the sofa with her eyes closed.

'You said you loved me Andrew.'

'I did. It was at the height of passion but... well I am very, very fond of you.'

'Thank you, I think you're great too. Kiss me again please.'

It was gone 11pm when Karen came in and Danielle and Andrew had gone to bed. 

Andrew lay a awake for ages, thinking about the evening. It didn't feel real. There was a dream-like feeling to the whole weekend now. It made Andrew feel odd but he felt no feelings of regret. He was aware that Karen would be horrified if she knew. She would go ballistic -- throw him out. She could be very fiery when she wanted; she always could be right from school. No, there's no way she could find out. He was sure Danielle would play it cool and not give anything away. She was clever.

Danielle drifted to sleep thinking of Andrew. She felt so close to him now. She felt like their souls had bonded that evening. She had gone a good two, maybe three years longer than anyone she knew, but at least she could look back on her first time with fondness. So many girls had spoke of how painful it was. Only Natalie her best friend knew she was a virgin. How would she tell her? She couldn't tell her who had done it. Maybe she wouldn't say anything for a while and make up a holiday romance or something. Danielle went to sleep feeling warm and happy. She craved to have Andrew by her side. She wanted him to hold her tight.

The next morning was Bank Holiday Monday and Andrew was up early and took a wander along the track at the bottom of the garden and followed the little brook for half a mile. It worked up an appetite and helped him clear his head. He was worried that he would look guilty and that Karen might suspect something.

'Morning Andrew', said Karen as he wandered back into the kitchen. 'I'm so sorry for last night, it took longer than we expected. Gill can cope today though now we've done it.'

'It's OK my dear, don't worry.'

'Did you and Danielle entertain each other.'

'Erm yes, it was OK we watched TV and chatted about old times. She's such a wonderful young woman Karen, you've done so well on your own. You have every right to feel very proud of her.'

'Thank you Andrew, I cherish her and can't bare to think of the day she goes to Uni., I'll miss having her around, but I guess I'll cope. She's a very innocent girl Andrew. Despite her charms, she's very level headed and wants to wait for the right man; I respect her for that. I know she's a woman but she'll always be my baby. I hope she finds a caring man at university, someone who will treat her well.'

Andrew cleared his throat. 

'Erm yes, I'm sure she'll be fine. I agree I hope she finds a good guy. I don't think you need worry.'

Danielle came down for breakfast and was singing 'Like a virgin' by Madonna.

'That's an old one', commented Karen.

'Oh er yes, it was on the radio at Nat's the other day, now I can't get it out of my head, you know how it is.'

'Oh yeah, happens to me all the time', Andrew interjected.

Andrew was a little worried by this unfortunate choice of jingle, but Danielle was fine. Karen did notice that she seemed a little bubbly, even by her own exuberant standards, but just put it down to the extra day's holiday.

'Thank you for having me this weekend', said Andrew over his toast. 'It's been really smashing, just like old times.' 

'It has', agreed Karen, 'Really good. A really old fashioned, innocent weekend. Doesn't it make you feel happy that there are still people like us who can have good clean fun, with all the stuff that goes on.' 

Danielle spluttered in her tea slightly.

'Are you OK darling?' Asked Karen.

Danielle coughed.

'Yes, it's OK, a bit went down the wrong way that's all.'