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Finding Neverland
by Kimberley Thomas (kimmy_t18@hotmail.com)
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I've never been one to chase a dream really, more the
kind of girl who holds back and watches others rush
after theirs. The ONE time I did get brave enough to
step outside my comfort zone - I met a man whose
influence I can never regret... or experience again!
(Mf-teen, rom)
***
Some of you might remember reading an earlier story -
"Way Outside the Curriculum." It, like its sequel,
"Outside the Curriculum: Learning Made Easy," was
written with the kind help of Peter_Pan, who I'm sure
many of you must know!
Even before then I had emailed PP heaps of times,
telling him how much I enjoyed his stories (God, if my
father knew I read stuff like that!) and that I wished
I could write like him. We became fairly regular
correspondents and after I submitted the first
"Curriculum" he offered to help me with the sequel too.
After deciding I wanted to be a journalist, I enrolled
at La Trobe University here in Melbourne, studying for
a Communications Degree. I have stayed in touch with PP
since (he helps me with writing assignments) and it was
only just after Christmas that he asked me "Did I ever
get up to Sydney at all?" The truth is, I hardly ever
do - except occasionally to see my uncle when we all
drive up there as a family. They don't live that far
from PP as it happens. Anyway, I wrote back saying
"What made you ask that?"
When he replied that he would like to have met me and
maybe have a coffee somewhere, inexplicably I blushed
reading it. Something inside me wanted suddenly to meet
him. Wasn't anything sexual or even that I felt like
another dumb author-groupie...I just knew I had to see
him.
Although I've just turned twenty now, I suppose you
could say I have led a sheltered life - maybe that's
why I click on sites like this, haha! I have only ever
had a couple of boyfriends and neither were what you
might call "serious." I lost my virginity to one of
them but it was no big deal - the fat lady most
definitely failed to make it on stage. I was only
eighteen then and I remember being so bitterly
disappointed by it all.
So taking a pretty big risk I suppose, I emailed PP a
week or so later and made like I was coming up to
Sydney with some friends the following week and that I
would have several hours to spare if he still wanted to
meet me. This was just over a week ago now. I had of
course to tell my parents the same lie.....that I was
flying up to Sydney for the day with some friends. We
are still on holidays from Uni so mum and dad didn't
really think too much about it luckily. Dad just said
to call him on my cell-phone and he would pick me up
from Tullamarine whatever time the plane landed back in
Melbourne.
I was so excited. PP arranged to meet me at
"Alexander's" - a popular wine and coffee bar in the
center of Sydney - right opposite the Town Hall, only a
fifteen minute cab ride from the Sydney domestic
terminal itself. I had his picture of course and he
told me exactly where he'd be and what he'd be wearing.
It was pretty easy finding him.
How do I describe Peter_Pan? Let's see - he was a bit
shorter than I expected for some reason - about five-
ten or so I guess, and although having not that much
hair now, was nowhere near bald, and looked nothing
like a fifty-something year old should - nearer a guy
in his middle to late forties. Something about him
still reminded me of a little boy. He didn't talk,
think or act like a way older man - the name
"Peter_Pan" so suits him, although as you probably all
know - his real name is Noel. He has a really kind and
interesting face, nice hazel eyes, and if I had to
describe in one word what my first impression of him
was - it's "safe." I can imagine girls have fallen in
love with him all his life!
He has a really educated accent - not so much British
(which I know he is) as just un-Australian somehow. He
has travelled a great deal and it comes through when he
speaks. Actually it would be true to say - he talks
like he writes. He's very charismatic and so easy to
listen too and be with.
When I got there, he gave me a big hug (he's not a
small guy!) and sat me down at the far end of the
coffee lounge in a private niche. I must have seemed
like a doped-up teenager - not really sure what to say
without appearing overly childish. He made me feel
totally at ease though and we talked for almost two
hours. He's one of those people who likes to maintain
eye contact and you don't find him trying to look you
over or peer down your top - not that I have much there
to peer at!
We chatted about so many things... his life, how he
became a writer (You wouldn't believe the things he's
done - everything from driving a truck to acting, fire-
fighting, real estate and teaching!) By the time we got
on to University and my hopes of being a journalist
(oddly - both he and his ex-wife were one) I felt like
I'd known him all my life - cliché that this sounds I
realise.
I'm not sure now what prompted him to ask me if I'd
like to have a few hours "in private" before I had to
catch the plane home but I do remember saying to him
"I'd love to," without the slightest hesitation. He
then took my hand and we walked a block and a half to
the Centerpoint complex where I didn't even think it
strange when he walked up to the reservations desk at
the Hilton there, and booked a suite upstairs. He just
smiled at me and I trusted him.
I've been sitting here thinking for a while now,
wondering just how to explain to you what happened
during those next few hours. PP could do it so easily.
Any way I put it, it's going to make either me sound
stupid or him grotty, and nothing could be further from
the truth.
I'm just going to write it as I remember it!
Before anything, he ordered a plate of sandwiches and
some wine. While we waited for those to be brought up,
we sat side by side at a rather stylish round glass
table overlooking Castlereagh Street and just about
finished the day's Su-Do-Ku puzzle... him doing 80% of
it.
The wine of course made me feel flirty and I began
wondering what it would be like to kiss PP or better
still to be kissed by him. Looking at me as he was
right that moment, I'm sure he picked up something from
my body-language. He just observed me in that warm and
inviting way that he does, and then simply patted his
knee. As if totally rehearsed, I went across to his
chair and sat demurely in his lap. I must admit, I
wasn't feeling overly demure right at that moment.
His gentle kiss made me blush, it was definitely not
the kiss of a man long past middle age or of one who
didn't have much of a clue what he was doing. The next
kiss was longer and as his arm encircled my
waist...again I felt so safe and protected. He told me
I was very pretty - a fact I have to say, that the
mirrors at home have never been able to convince me of.
Still, what girl doesn't want to hear words such as
these?
I had on just a simple cotton dress - it's mid summer
in Australia currently with temperatures in the high
30's to low 40's most days... and that's centigrade! I
couldn't help shuffling about on his lap - I think he
must have thought I was restless or something, because
he nodded towards the bed and asked me "Might you be
more comfortable on the covers?" It was like him asking
me about going to a private room - I didn't even think
to say "no." I just nodded. Had I after all planned all
this subconsciously, before I even left Melbourne?
Well it was certainly more comfortable - especially
when he laid me back against the pillow and kissed my
lips again. I could feel myself just letting go. I knew
I would be fine with him whatever happened and now, it
was my turn to smile.
As he began to kiss my neck and then - so tenderly - a
spot only a few inches above my right breast, I knew
how all those girls, both at Harper Valley and in his
other stories, must have felt. It all seemed so unreal,
and as I wriggled slightly, he kissed my actual breast.
I was unable to suppress a slight gasp of pleasure
"This just can't be happening" I was thinking to myself
- it's simply another Peter_Pan story. I could almost
read the words in my mind, even as I shivered beneath
his gentle caresses. I love my hair being played with
(I'm a honey-blonde btw, just not a dumb one) and all
the time he was kissing me, he would run his fingers
gently through it. Funny really, but the whole of the
time I was with him, I never once seemed conscious of
his being so much older, although I do have to say, PP
comes across as the "father" every girl wishes they
could have had. How lucky are his kids?
It wasn't until he actually undid the top few buttons
of my dress that I felt any sort of doubt as to what I
was doing. Didn't last long though. As he exposed my
small bra (I'm still only a 32B) and then kissed me
either side of the clasp, I knew beyond doubt that this
was what I wanted. I think he knew that too! Maybe
because I was a bit embarrassed, but I remember
apologising for being small to which he replied, "You
are beautiful Kimberley, and anyway, smaller breasts
are way sexier." ....I almost believed him!
Unhooking the bra, he exposed me fully and I felt
myself tensing up. I couldn't fail to notice though
that my nipples were now soo erect. As he started
kissing both breasts and teasing my areolae with the
tip of his tongue I am sure any girls reading this will
understand exactly what I mean, when I say that all the
nerve endings in my pussy, were suddenly on red-alert
and tingling from what he was doing to me.
Wearing just three items (bra, panties and dress)
didn't exactly provide much back-up in the modesty
stakes - especially when PP slipped is hand up between
my knees and began feeling his way cautiously along the
inside of my thigh. I was experiencing so many
different sensations at that stage, I wasn't sure
whether I wanted to spread my legs more or close them
up.
Pan made up my mind for me by gently pulling my dress
up to my waist. I'm not sure that the sudden exposure
of my thin cotton panties was more arousing for him or
me? Either way I remember thinking "Well there's really
not too much point pretending to be the innocent little
virgin now, is there?" and I allowed him to part my
legs further.
He just looked at me for a moment - in my eyes, nowhere
else, and I could feel his gentility and his respect.
It made me cry almost.
"We'd maybe better take this off?" he whispered,
indicating my dress - "before it gets too creased," he
added, grinning.
Things were getting serious. Just in my panties now
(having removed my bra, seeing as it wasn't serving any
useful purpose at that stage) he had me lie on my tummy
which felt soo vulnerable and sexy. Massaging my
shoulders firmly but gently, he began kissing his way
down my spine until he reached the small of my back. I
know I must have been wriggling all over the place by
then, but he so knew what he was doing.
When he took a hold of the elastic and began pulling my
panties down a fraction I turned chicken and began
shaking my head....the complete opposite of what I
wanted! He said nothing, merely lowering his head and
kissing me at the very beginning of the curve of my
bottom. That did it....I let out a little yelp of
surprise and I'm sure - wriggled my bottom slightly,
just for his benefit.
It was to benefit me too of course!
Turning me back over, I instinctively covered my pussy
as he tugged my panties down and off, but he took my
hands and just raised them over my head. I felt so open
and 'submissive' I suppose is the word - but overriding
everything, I wanted him to see me naked and more than
anything I desired his touch and his affection. He gave
me both and this was something I had never experienced.
He was the ultimate teacher!
Still dressed himself, not that I was giving that fact
any great attention, he simply knelt between my legs
and kissed me firmly on my now quite wet pussy. My hips
wanted to thrust up towards him, but I managed to
control the urge. I think I was whimpering though and
making lots of little noises as he continued nuzzling
me down there. Whether he spread my legs or I did it
myself, I really can't remember, but when I felt his
tongue gently separating my labia and then flicking
across my clitoris I simply could not control my
emotions any more.
Letting out a small cry of extreme pleasure, I spread
my legs wider and allowed him the access he craved and
that which I needed! I must be honest, in the past,
neither boyfriend even tried getting to first base with
me sexually. It was just a case of "in-out" a few times
and then "That was great Kimberley." I'm sure many of
you girls can identify with that one!
The orgasm he quickly brought me to was like nothing I
had ever experienced. So intense was it, I just gasped
and clung to him, allowing the incredible sensations to
take my body wherever they had a mind to go. It was
almost a disappointment to return to reality.
I know I was breathing hard and just for the moment
unsure of where I wanted to go from here. Well that's a
lie - I knew exactly where I wanted PP to go - it was
more a case of someone simply making the first
move...after all, I had no clothes on... that must have
been giving him some ideas!
"Are you quite comfortable with all this Kimberley?" he
asked me suddenly. It sounded so chivalrous I almost
laughed, but instead I just nodded and put my face up
for him to kiss me - which he did. Definitely no
father-daughter relationship developing here, although
recalling to mind what I've read about at Harper
Valley, who knows?
PP finally discarded his jeans and top and while I have
to be brutally honest and admit that no trace of any
six-pack remained - his physique, though showing
obvious signs of middle-age was nothing to be ashamed
of believe me. I've seen guys in their late twenties
and thirties at St Kilda beach in Melbourne in way
worse shape. Still quite muscular, only a slight paunch
was noticeable and with no trace of a beer-belly most
guys that old carry. He didn't appear to be in the
least embarrassed by undressing in front of me and I
found that rather sexy too.
We just slipped under the covers and he pulled me on
top of him and began kissing me. With his hands cupping
my bottom I loved the feel of my breasts as they made
contact with his chest. Freeing up a hand, he began to
fondle my nipples which made me hotter by the moment. I
could feel his erection swelling beneath my pussy and
there was no need to ask the question.
It took little re-adjustment of our bodies before the
head of his penis was flush up against my very wet
"slit" for lack of a better word ("Vagina" sounds
overly clinical sometimes!) I was just so wet he was
able to slip it in to me with barely any upward
movement. He would have known now quite obviously, that
I was not a virgin and for absolutely no reason, I
suddenly wished desperately, that I could have BEEN one
still for him.
Given the very limited sexual action I have ever seen
though... I really think I only lost it by a
technicality. Anyway. being the complete gentleman, he
said nothing of course, simply setting up the most
wonderful of rhythms inside me that had me moaning
softly in seconds. I usually hate it when I read about
girls doing that but I couldn't help it. He was driving
me crazy.
All I could think of was Larissa, Michelle, Brianna,
Rhiannon and all the rest of them. If it had been even
half this good for them, how they must have all looked
forward to each successive party?
Peter_Pan makes LOVE to you... he doesn't fuck girls.
This I think is what separates him from the average
male partner who simply is wanting to get from point A
to point B as quickly as possible. I could sense he was
about to cum and although ready, was not prepared for
the incredible orgasm that overtook me right as he did
so. I could do nothing but lie there clinging on to him
as he just kept pumping it all into me. Crazy as it
sounds, I had an overpowering urge to become pregnant
to him, impossible as that might be, given that I have
been on the pill for more than eighteen months now.
We stayed in that bed for another hour or so doing
nothing but talking. I lay against him as he cupped my
breasts, nuzzled my neck, just making me feel so
special and wanted. It seemed the most natural thing in
the world. We could easily have spent the time in
lustful enjoyment but both of us knew that wasn't what
was called for here.
I did regret so much having to get dressed later,
although having a shower together beforehand was quite
beautiful. He soaped me up like a little girl and was
so gentle - washing my hair for me and then drying it
off on the bed while I just sat there naked. I felt
twelve again.
I had truly found Neverland.
PP saw me to the outer departure lounge that evening
and by simply saying to me as they finally announced
boarding, "Thank you Kimberley. I just want you to know
I have never experienced a happier five hours in my
life," I knew I would never know anyone like him again.
We kissed that last time.
There were so many tears in my eyes as I walked along
the air-bridge.
(c) K Thomas
Did you know Pan has a new website? it's at:
http://www.geocities.com/worldofpeter_pan/intro.html
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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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