Chapter 1

 

'Jeremy, are you sure we are fine being in here?' I asked with concern as I allowed the tall lanky, soldier to pull me into the large empty barn.

'Tara don't be worried, no one will bother us in here, all the men are in the great hall drinking ale and wooing the other lassies, and they will be all too exhausted after the hard day of training to even notice our absence.'

'So why have you not also followed your comrades into the hall to woo the other lassies?' I played ignorant, pouting my lips at Jeremy. I waited patiently for him to compliment and declare any feelings he had for me.

'You know why, Tara.' He gave me a wicked grin.

'No, I don't, Jeremy. You will need to enlighten me?' I was determined to not make his pursuit of me so easy.

'Come on Tara.' He wrapped his arms around my waist, bringing my body towards him awkwardly. 'You know how much I admire you, you are the bonniest lass I have ever seen to be sure, and I would rather spend time in your lovely presence than in a room filled with drunkards and boisterous, hairy soldiers. Come on, Tara, please smile. You know I intend to make you my wife one day?' He spoke even more persuasively.

'You do?' I gave him a satisfied smile.

'Of course I do, Tara. I will make you my wife after this year of soldiering is over. Now, will I get gifted a kiss from you, or are you too shy to show your man affection now that I have finally got you all alone to myself?'

I hesitated at first from granting Jeremy his request. It was not that I had no fondness for him, indeed he was pleasant enough to look at with his ash blonde hair and blue eyes, an appearance which I thought matched his mild temperament compared to other, more hot headed soldiers of his rank. And my instincts told me that he would be a good husband and provider after he finished his term with the army.

But I found myself now reluctant to commit to Jeremy even though I had initially encouraged his advances towards me with my warm smiles and flirtations directed his way. I would often push my bosom out subtly and run my fingers through my long, thick, dark brown hair innocently when he was near and I caught him watching me. All my actions were geared to wet his appetite so he would go on to proposition me.

So I couldn't quite understand my change of mind now. I mean, what more could a simple maid like myself, born to a humble family, ask for than a good working soldier, earning and saving up good coin for the future?

Even more strangely, I chose this time when Jeremy was eagerly waiting for a response from me to remember a conversation I had overheard listening to the filthy mouthed women who worked beside me within the King's castle. They constantly spoke of obscene things and made outrageous claims. One of their claims that I could now not get out of my head was that a woman was only ever truly happy with a man after he had lain with her and fucked her good and hard. I remembered them all laughing together as they went on to exchange their whorish tales that described the performance of the men they had lain with. Whilst they were speaking and laughing together, I remembered they had all cast glances my way with bemusement not hidden from their faces. They guessed I had never been with a man, as I held my tongue and did not participate actively in their talking. I knew they thought me naive. I had only become relieved at the time when they changed the direction of the conversation by trying to guess the size of Richard Doncaster's, the King's chief General of the Army's, cock.

But the other maids had judged me incorrectly. I may be inexperienced, but it did not mean that I did not want to know what it felt like to lay with a man, and experience the extreme enjoyment they all gossiped and giggled about after their escapades with the lustful soldiers. When I looked now at Jeremy I wondered if he would be the man to show me this pleasure and to change me into a complete woman. I had to admit, I had my doubts, for I did not feel any sensation down below in my sex when I thought about him taking me and making me his, not like when I also, unbeknownst to the other maids, fantasised about the devilishly handsome Richard Doncaster and his large cock and felt my fanny tingle hard all over.