Part 2

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At the end of Donna's two week visit they exchanged addresses and promised to keep in touch during their up and coming important exam year. As with most holiday friendships, burdened with the usual rigmarole of teenage life, things waned a little after a while after the initial flurry of letters. Neither of them seemed to mind too much; and they each used the other to ward off embarrassing questions about their romantic status. Saying you had a long distance boyfriend/girlfriend seemed to fend off a heck of a lot of unwanted attention; particularly for Campbell. Although his dad wasn't so keen when he was made to state who she was and especially where she was from.

In comparison, Donna had a mixed bag of mild interest once she was back home, thanks to the assets her body had burdened her with; unfortunately most of it was of the opportunist groping variety.

But for Campbell certain traits were starting to seriously manifest themselves, deeply worrying his parents. Worrying enough to consider a professional opinion if things continued as they were. All teenagers had depressed moments, but Campbell's were not healthy; even for someone whose parents were no longer together. They'd tried to justify it by reasoning that he merely disliked his new stepfather, since he had chosen to live with his father, but his episodes were getting noticeably worse. One moment he was as high as a kite, and another moment he could not get any lower. Yes, it was all very worrying. His father began to despair if he would ever make something decent of his life.

All of this was unbeknown to Donna; but her mother's cousin Morag suspected that something of this nature was happening to Campbell. Not that it gained him any sympathy; unless someone suspected his father of regularly beating him. Then and only then was his name said kindly.

Since the friendship had seemed to wane, Sylvia had no hesitation in suggesting that Donna spend some time with her second cousin Alice straight after she finished doing her O levels the following summer. In fact, Sylvia was prepared to let Donna undertake the visit completely on her own, to a certain extent. It had not failed to reach her attention that Donna managed to attract more than her fair share of interest from boys whose intentions were not always quite so well meaning. In particular, Sylvia feared that Donna's heart was about to be broken by her latest unrequited love who was, quite frankly, giving her the run around and playing the field. There would be nothing better for her than a change of scenery in a different country, Sylvia decided.

As before, Donna grumbled; but at least it wasn't quite so loud this time. Secretly, Donna was looking forward immensely to seeing Alice again. They had had a whale of a time the year before; and there was the faint chance she'd meet up with Campbell again too and catch up with all his news. She missed him, and was dying to know how he was fairing.


It was another soggy dry day in Glasgow. Campbell was walking home from his mum's, wishing violently that the weather would finally cheer up and that the music shop would answer his application to work there part time. The evening stretched out long and emptily before him, like most evenings did; although he was pleased his dad wouldn't be there. It was a mixed blessing that his dad had had to work evening shifts in order to top up his wages. It also offered him a form of freedom he'd never had before.

"Hello handsome," he heard a distinctively London sounding voice say from behind him as he rounded the corner into his street, and Campbell whirled around with delight.

"Donna!" he cried out. "I didn't know you were coming up!"

She gave him a gentle smirk. "I thought I'd surprise you. Are you pleased?"

"Pleased doesn't begin to describe it," he enthused, and rushed forward to embrace her in greeting.

"Do you fancy hanging out with me and Alice this evening?" she asked anxiously.

"What time shall I come round?" he asked in return, and gained a wide smile.

Their friendship slipped easily back into place, as they eagerly swopped stories of what they'd been up to in their year apart. However Campbell knew the dynamic between them had changed on the night they were caught in the rain.

It was during the time that Alice got herself a boyfriend, originally from Crieff; a college student, no less. And didn't they all know it! Alastair McTaggart was studying marine biology once he went up to Edinburgh University; and he went on and on about the environment until Donna felt the urge to shut him up with a well-placed knee to the groin. She didn't know what Alice saw in him, and often wondered out loud about the possible reasons.

It was handy that they could go out as a foursome; and even handier that Alastair had a clapped out old Citroen to drive them all in when the fancy took him. The problem was that he didn't always fancy doing that, wanting to have Alice all to himself; and Campbell and Donna often found themselves suddenly alone together, making their way home.

That was how they ended up soaked to the skin, huddled together in a bus shelter as they waited for their bus to appear. The huddling could be excused by their need to keep warm; what happened next couldn't.

It had begun as a tease. "Come here, woman, and let me warm you up," Campbell had softly ordered Donna as he grabbed her around the waist, pretending to be oblivious to the damp squishy feel of her coat.

"I'm quite capable of doing that myself," she had inevitably countered as she felt his arms wrap themselves around her waist. The action brought his face much closer to hers than normal, and she was able to smell the delicate odour of the washing powder his clothes had been laundered in, and the hint of the aftershave he had tried on earlier that day. All in all he smelt delicious; and she found herself wanting to stay within his embrace.

"Look at your hair," he despaired, reaching up to take hold of a soddened curl. "This would not be out of place on rat."

"Here, what are you trying to say?!" she demanded; attempting to pull back from his insult in the process.

He held on tight, reluctant to let her go now that she had shown herself to be a bit more willing to let him stand so close. "I'm saying that I love the way your hair is when it isn't hanging like a rat's tail," he said thoughtfully, wrapping the lock of hair around his fingers. "But I could get to like it as much as I like you."

Donna drew in a sharp breath, and felt her heart rate go up a notch. Was this it? Was he finally going to kiss her after she had waited all this time for him to even attempt it? "You could?" she feebly asked. "Does that mean you actually like me?"

Campbell snorted in disbelief. How could she question him after all the time they had spent together? "Och, I like you alright. I like you very much," he practically purred as he risked leaning in a bit more. To his surprise, Donna didn't try to shy away from him; in fact she almost seemed to be encouraging the act. So much so, he decided to go for it. There would be no harm if she didn't want him to; he was sure he could come up with some excuse to cover himself.

Using a gentle tug on her lock of hair, he drew her nearer and risked pressing his lips down onto hers. There was no shout of protest, no thump around the head, and no accusation of being the biggest idiot alive... nothing to deter him. So he tried it again. There was an answering press back; so he moved his hand to rest on the back of her neck whilst keeping a hold of her head through her hair. Kissing her was every bit as wonderful as he had dreamed. After a few fabulous seconds they broke apart, and grinned at each other for having the audacity to do such a thing.

"Will you go out with me?" he asked her, not knowing how else to voice the question.

She smiled shyly back, and said, "Yes, I will."

He squeezed her around the waist in joy and briefly kissed her again just as the bus pulled up. Hand in hand they got on the bus, frightened to let go of their wonderful mutual joy. Their euphoria was to last quite a while.


"What did you think of Braehead?" Campbell eagerly asked Donna as they stepped off the bus before heading towards his home.

She looked about her as she thought about the waterside shopping centre for several moments, considering the calm view of the river they'd had when they had peeped outside. "Not bad," she finally answered him. "It's prettier than Oxford Street."

He hugged her in glee. "And you are prettier still," he gushed as he kissed her cheek. "Love you."

Wow! Donna stared at Campbell in shock. No one had ever said they loved her; and she felt tears well up. "I love you," she whispered.

His eyes lit up. "You do?" he breathily wondered.

"Of course I do, you prawn!" she smirked at him. "I wouldn't be standing here, waiting to be kissed if I didn't."

With a delighted chuckle, he turned them as one and pressed her up against the nearest wall. "Is that one kiss or two?"

"As many as you're offering," she replied, allowing him to lean in to make the offer.

After several passionate kisses, he stopped to ask, "Will you come and stay the night with me?"

He gained a shocked reaction.

"No! I don't want to have sex yet. I'm not ready," she stressed.

Damn! He was hoping she was. Let's face it; any young lad would want to make love to the girl in his heart. "I'll wait until you are. I love you too much to force you," Campbell assured her.

That earned him a searing kiss of gratitude; and for a moment he thought that was it. But then she decided to reward him by smoothing a hand over the front of his trousers, jolting him into lust. "Not here," he begged, wanting her to continue but hating the situation.

"Where then?" she had cheekily asked.

Campbell took a firm hold of her hand and led her into his home.


The house he lived in with his dad was like any other house she had been in, except it no longer had that extra something a woman brought to a place. This was the first time Donna had been further than the front door; since Campbell's dad was a little unwelcoming with his gruff manner. Campbell had assured her it wasn't personal; his dad just generally hated the English. It wasn't much of a consolation.

"Do you want something to drink?" Campbell immediately offered.

Donna shook her head. "No, I just want you," she softly answered.

"Me?!" He beamed at her in happiness. "Oh yes, we have some unfinished business."

He launched himself at her, hungrily kissing her to within an inch of her life. But she fought back eagerly. Soon their coats were flung to the side, Donna's blouse was undone and Campbell's trousers were open as they sought out new experiences.

"Have you ever erm… touched a boy before?" he hesitantly asked.

"No," she admitted. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

He grinned. She truly was his. "Don't worry; you're doing fine. I like you doing that," he encouraged her movements as she caressed his body. Placing his hand over hers, he showed her what was nice and what urged him on. "Can I touch you too?" he pleaded.

"I'm not sure," she faltered.

"I promise I won't hurt you. I just want to…" He stroked her intimately, causing a gasp. "Does that hurt?" he asked in fear.

"It doesn't hurt. I just wasn't expecting that," she explained.

They continued to heavily pet, exchanging kisses as they went, until Campbell could hold himself back no longer. "I'm going to cum," he warned her, just two seconds before he actually did. "Sorry!" he quickly apologised, and repeated it when he saw the look of horror on Donna's face.

She grabbed some tissues and helped him clean himself up. "Does it always happen like that?" she wondered.

"Sort of. You made it happen a lot quicker," he confessed. "It's because you are so sexy."

"Geroff!" she modestly exclaimed.

"But you are," he insisted, tenderly cupping her cheek. "And next time I'll prove it to you."