The bedroom door closed with a low "click". Agnes took a deep breath and turned around, facing him. She watched him taking shoes, cap, jacket and the waistcoat off while she freed her hair from all the pins. Arthur came closer, reaching out for her hair, combing it with the fingers of his right hand. He closed his fist around a thick strand and pulled, making her look up to him. She moaned, felt her arousal starting to grow rapidly. She'd never thought about a man acting like this, but now it felt so right, so good.

The following kiss was as soft as his grip was strong and relentless. She tasted whiskey and tobacco on his tongue, and learned that she loved this taste. Her experiences in kissing like this were limited but she knew after a few seconds that Arthur Shelby was a great kisser, that she loved the way he kissed. The urge to feel his body grew with every second and she began to open the buttons on his shirt, without breaking the kiss for longer than a wink. She pulled the vest out of the waistband and touched his belly, felt the warm skin, the muscles and the thin line of hair leading from his bellybutton into his pants. Her hands slipped upwards and she touched his chest, her short nails scratching softly over his nipples. Arthur broke the kiss and got rid of shirt and vest before he pulled her closer again. She was able to smell him, to place a kiss on his collarbone and that she did, while petting over his back, exploring his features there.

Agnes knew a man's body, she'd touched a thousand male patients over the years, from head to toe, but she'd never touched a man in a sexual way. She'd also seen a few erections, she knew it was something men weren't able to control. Every time she'd pretended not to notice it, not only because the man concerned was often totally embarrassed that he got hard while she washed him, but also because she didn't know what to do or say when it happened. But right now, she was excited and greedy to see what Arthur got in his pants, so she started to unbuckle his belt, while spreading kisses over his neck, collarbones and shoulders. Arthur stood still, his eyes were closed, his right hand placed on the back of her head, keeping her near. Carefully, Agnes opened his trousers and slipped with her hand into his pants. She sighed when she touched the velvety skin over the hard spongy bodies.

'Corpus cavernosum penis,' she thought and instantly tried to push every anatomical related thought away.

This wasn't about an anatomy lesson. This was real and Arthur deserved her full attention. No flight, no running away. She wanted to be concentrated and focused, she didn't want to miss a single second. She caressed his penis down to the balls, carefully, not wanting to hurt him or to do something wrong. Agnes lifted her head and risked a look in his face. His mouth was slightly open, he breathed deeply and in his eyes she noticed hunger, lust and greed. Arthur moved, his hand joined hers and he closed her fist around his cock to guide her. Up and down, slowly, a little squeeze on the tip.

"Aye, like that," he whispered hoarsely and his eyes fell shut again.

His hand left hers and she went on with stroking his cock the way he'd shown her. A low moan slipped out, his breathing went deeper and faster, his head fell back.

"Stop," he rasped, grasping her wrist and pulling her hand out of his pants. "Your turn, Aggy. Strip and lay down."

Reluctantly Agnes started to unbutton her blouse, her gaze glued to his hands. Arthur Shelby wasn't an extraordinary tall man with hands like coal shovels. He'd slender, but strong hands, average sized. And even in comparison to these average sized hands her breasts looked so very small.

"Come here," he said and took the task of stripping her in his own hands.

Only seconds after his command Agnes stood naked in front of him. Slowly he lifted his hand, he waited a few seconds for a reaction, but as she kept her mouth shut, his hand closed around her left breast. The little she had didn't even fill his hand. He covered her breast completely and she felt shame. She'd seen a thousand times how the male patients reacted on Nurse Billings, who had very large breasts, so large some of the other nurses called them obscene. The men usually couldn't get their eyes of her as long as she was in the room. Nurse Billings had to drive to London to find fitting brassiere, while Agnes wasn't in any need of something like a brassiere. She didn't even own one single bra. There was just nothing to cover with such a piece of garment.

"I'm sorry," she whispered and Arthur furrowed his brows: "Sorry for what?"

"They're so small," she answered with a tortured smile.

"That's just how they are. They've grown this way, and that's not your fault, aye? I like it." Arthur answered and rubbed with his thumb over her nipple.

"Oh ...," she whispered, embracing the sparks in her belly he caused with his touch.

"Sensitive to the lightest touch. They're perfect, Aggy." Arthur bent down and closed his lips around her breast, sucked at the nipple until she panted.

"How about you laying down and spreading your legs so I can pay attention to this sweet pussy of yours without you collapsing on the floor, darling?" He asked and led her gently to the bed.

"Alright," she whispered and did as he asked.

Arthur placed his body close to hers, laying half on top of her. He watched her for a few seconds, while playing with her nipple, before leaning in for a kiss. His hand slipped between her legs and she spread them even more, made room for him. He caressed her labia and her inner thighs, working his way to her core ever so slowly. After what seemed to be a blissful eternity he touched her clitoris, flickered over it like a butterfly, making her moan loudly.

"There it is. Want me to make you feel good, Aggy?" He asked and bit softly in her earlobe.

She nodded eagerly, grinding a "Yes" out.

"I thought as much," Arthur chuckled and in the next minutes Agnes lived in a cloud of pure bliss.

She felt his free hand coming up to her mouth, silencing her, because she screamed so lusty and loud that she could never look in the faces of the neighbours, if he didn't silence her. But she didn't care. Arthur was there, holding her, pleasuring her and at the same time guarding her reputation, just like he'd guarded her 11 years ago in the wall closet.

It was so much better to have a man giving her pleasure than to do it all alone in the darkness of a lonely night. She has had a few orgasms before, but not one so strong and prolonged like the one's Arthur gave her.

Agnes was still panting, her eyes closed, when she heard Arthur getting rid of the rest of his clothes. She opened one eye and watched him searching the pockets of his trousers. He snorted impatiently when he found what he'd searched. Agnes lifted her head to have a better look and noted the routine he had in rolling a condom over his cock. He gave his cock a few lazy strokes and flashed a grin at her while doing it.

"Aye?" He asked and she nodded: "Please. I want you."

Arthur crawled over her and spread her legs wide, then lowered his upper body to lay skin on skin with her. Agnes kissed him and felt him lining his cock up. Slowly, so slowly, he slid into her, she felt her entrance stretching and moaned at the sensation. And then he stopped. Completely. For a few long seconds.

"Why didn't you tell me, Aggy?" He then asked at her ear, his hand petting over her flank.

"Tell you what?" She answered in a whisper and opened her eyes.

"That you're a virgin."

"I'm not a ..."

"Don't lie, Aggy. I can feel it. If you weren't a virgin I would be balls deep in by now. But there's a barrier."

"I ... I'm sorry. I thought you knew ... I told about my miserable dating experiences." Agnes whispered and swallowed hard to keep the tears where they were.

She didn't want to cry right now. It would make the whole situation even more embarrassing than it already was.

"And you picked me of all men in Birmingham to ... make you a woman?" Arthur asked and she nodded: "Please, I want to get over with it."

"Alright," Arthur answered lowly. "Try to relax. Take a deep breath. In and out."

She nodded and did was he demanded. Once more his hand came up to cover her mouth and she felt him withdrawing just to thrust back in again, with power and force this time. A little scream escaped her throat, more surprised than out of pain.

"That's it. You good?" He asked and kissed her gently after her eager nodding.

He went on kissing her while moving his hips slowly, rocking softly back and forth.

"Arthur ...," she whispered, "I want more, please."

"Nah ...," he smiled. "First time we're going slow. Don't want you to be sore. I wanna fuck you again later."

"Really?" She asked smiling.

"Aye. You need a man teaching everything you have to know. And the exam, sweetheart, will take place at the old manufacture. Because this is a place for master practitioners, not for beginners."

"So, this is going to be more than one night? I'm gonna see you again?" Agnes asked and placed her hand on his bum to press him deeper inside her.

"If you want. Do you?" He asked and followed her lead, pressing himself to the hilt into her.

"Yes," Agnes answered and laughed.