Part 3

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Their next time in learning about sex was in Campbell's kitchen later that day. Campbell's dad had made a brief appearance before heading off to work, and Donna had hidden in the garden while he had eaten.

She peeped around the kitchen door at Campbell standing alone by the sink; the washing up freshly done. "Has he gone?" she whispered.

He beckoned her in. "Dad's only just gone; and he never even noticed you were here."

"I suppose I'd better go back to Morag's," she said reluctantly.

He pulled her into his ready embrace. "Stay just a little bit longer. Please!"

He was already hard as he kissed her deeply, flaming her passion as he undulated against her. Slowly his hand eased its way under her skirt, up her leg, and onto her knickers. This time she made no attempt to stop him, wanting to see what he would do. His tender caresses soon turned into pressing, and then his fingers dived inside her underwear to stroke more firmly. The combination soon had her quivering as her first ever orgasm occurred, shocking both of them.

"Wow!" he said as he released her mouth and removed his hand.

His grin turned even broader when she announced, "It's your turn."

Unfortunately Donna's first attempt at offering oral sex resulted in a most unpleasant taste as Campbell reacted almost immediately to the stimulus of her mouth upon his body!

"Oh god I'm sorry!" he blurted out in shame. "It was wonderful, but I'm so sorry."

She decided to chalk that one up to experience; and mentally noted that it wasn't likely to be repeated if she could help it. Luckily she was more than willing to kiss Campbell again; she just didn't want to do that in the future.


Their last fledgling sexual experience happened just before Donna had returned home to England. Mr Bain had returned home late from work and was in bed in a drunken stupor, so Donna had been invited to spend the whole day with Campbell. For once they could totally relax, and he had risked showing her the only place she hadn't been. With subdued pride he flung open the door to his humble bedroom. "And this room is mine," he announced, as though he half expected to be told off about the condition of the room.

Donna peeped in and saw that all was neat and tidy. The single bed was covered in a dark blue and grey duvet, the walls were painted a similar dark colour, although it was hard to see much of it behind all the posters of musicians Campbell had up, and standing proudly on its mount in the corner was an acoustic guitar. It was a humble room; but it clearly represented the tastes of the young man standing apprehensively by her side.

"It's lovely, Campbell," she enthused for his benefit, keenly aware of how much he needed her approval. "I bet you are inspired to write lots of songs in here."

He immediately went into keen puppy mode; and leapt into the room to fish out a book from one of the drawers in his dresser. "Just a few. I write them all down in here," he explained, handing her the book. "And I record a rough copy onto here." He then pointed to a small cassette deck. "Dad bought me it for my last birthday."

She reverently touched all the things he pointed to. "You're very lucky," she told him. "I don't own anything like this."

"Girls aren't supposed to," he teased, expecting her to swat his arm.

"Oh yeah?!" she protested, and pushed him.

He landed dramatically on the bed, and she hooted with laughter at his antics. In retaliation he grabbed her wrist and dragged her down onto the bed beside him. "Yes, Miss Noble. That is the way of the world," he said, grinning madly at her. "Girls become wives, whilst men become little boys."

Donna snorted in agreement. "You've got that one right, mate!"

"Do you love me, Donna?" he suddenly pathetically wondered.

"Of course I do! Where did you get the idea I don't?" she asked, climbing up his body to look him square in the face.

"Good! Because I love you," he declared with great feeling. "I love you so much I feel my heart would break into a thousand pieces and never be whole if I ever lost you."

Sometimes his declarations overwhelmed her, but then he tended to feel most things intensely. "You'd easily find someone else," she stated, trying to ward off her embarrassment.

"No I wouldn't," he insisted. "And I would never want anyone else. Once I've finished my Highers and you've got your A Levels we can go and be together in London or wherever we choose. As long as I have you I can cope."

Thoughts that questioned how he would cope in the meantime, once they had to be separated to continue their studies, were pushed out of her head as Campbell's eyes appealed to her to feel the same way as he did. Any lasting niggling doubts dissipated when he kissed her deeply and slowly. In the short time they had been sharing kisses their skill at doing so had come on in leaps and bounds. Their kisses turned sensual, their hands sought out flesh to caress, and their bodies pressed together as their senses screamed for more.

When his hands found their way onto her knickers, she meekly reminded him, "I don't want to go all the way."

"I know," he consoled her. "I promise I won't. I just want to feel you, nothing more."

But when he suckled her flesh and touched her intimately she wanted all that he was prepared to give her, and caressed his aroused body in kind. Although he rubbed himself against her, he truly had no intention of entering her body without permission.

"You feel so good. I love you," he almost sang to her; and that's when he accidentally entered her and Donna gasped loudly in protest. Campbell jumped back in shock, almost dislodging the duvet that covered them onto the floor, and apologetically kissed her. "I'm sorry, so sorry. I didn't mean..."

"It's okay; no harm done," she reassured him. She petted his head, and they lay naked together, giving mutual comfort. "One day we'll be able to do this for real when we're married."

"That will be the best day ever!" he happily agreed.

"What the bloody hell do you two think you are doing?!" demanded a loud and very angry voice.

Campbell brought his head out from under the covers and found his father glaring at him. "Dad! We're just cuddling," he tried to explain.

"Who's 'we'?" his dad wanted to know.

Donna cagily brought her head out too. "Hello, Mr Bain," she quietly said.

"OUT! The two of you out!" His dad was almost apoplectic as he shouted at them.

She pulled the cover around her body in embarrassment. "I need to get my erm..."

That was when his dad actually bothered to take in the garments thrown onto the floor, and worked out what their state of dress was. He pointed at Donna as though he could cheerfully throttle her. "I want you to get dressed and out that door within three minutes. And you..." He aimed the last piece at Campbell who was trying to surreptitiously grab and put on his underpants. "I told you to stay away from this Sassenach. I shall be dealing with you once she has gone!"

The pair of them shared a frantic gaze once his dad slammed the door shut.

"Don't worry about me," he hastily whispered to her. "He won't hurt me too much."

"Oh Campbell!" she gasped, throwing a hand over her mouth in distress. "What are we going to do? He'll tell Morag, she'll tell my mum, and then she'll kill me."

He tenderly took her hand. "It'll be fine. I'll come and explain that we are getting married, and then we can be together like we want to be."

However, once Donna stepped outside the bedroom door, his dad angrily barred the way to her seeing Campbell. "Get back to your family. I'll deal with Campbell," he stated firmly; and Donna was in no position to argue with him.

Decidedly chastised, she mooched back to cousin Morag's house, expecting an angry phone call at any moment from Campbell's dad and then her mother.

Surprisingly neither immediately happened, and she was left wondering what the exact punishment would be. It would not be too long before she found out.

Morag quietly suggested that she make her way home before another scandal happened. To Morag's relief, Donna had merely nodded her consent and went to immediately pack. Dishonour was a big family no-no, and Donna knew in her heart that things would be pushed out of all proportion if she tried to argue back. Within two hours she was sitting on the London- bound train from Glasgow without even the chance to tell Campbell.

"I'll tell him why you went," Morag promised; but it hadn't sounded kindly to Donna's ears. How could it when she was being sent home as a punishment? She felt as though everyone hated her.

This was added to when she tried to phone Campbell from the railway station once she was safely back in London. Despite the numerous times she tried to get through, no-one was answering.

Where was he? And why wasn't he answering? This wasn't like him. Did that mean that his dad had beaten him black and blue, and he was lying in pain somewhere? Donna desperately tried to put the morbid thoughts out of her head, but she couldn't, and part of her didn't want to.

Just as she had expected, her mother was sitting waiting for her when she got home. It was like facing the Spanish Inquisition. "You had to go and ruin things, didn't you? It just goes to show that I can't trust you further than I can throw you," Sylvia practically spat at her as she walked through the door.

"I'm sorry, Mum," Donna meekly replied.

"Sorry?! Sorry! Sorry doesn't begin to cover it, young lady. And don't go thinking you can get away with anything, because Morag has explained it all to me." Sylvia stood glaring at her.

"All of it?" Donna cautiously wondered.

"Yes! The phone call from that idiot boy's father, everything about you carrying on like a little tart," Sylvia seethed back.

The tears began to silently course down her cheeks again, and she made no attempt to hide them. "His name's Campbell," she said defiantly. "And he is not an idiot or a boy; he's almost eighteen."

Sylvia snorted in disgust. "Old enough to know better and nowhere near enough a man."

Donna held her chin up in defiance. Her mother may insult her all she liked, but Campbell deserved better than that. "You don't know him like I do. He is good in all the ways that are important. He is intelligent, kind, gentle and thoughtful. And one day we will be together."

"Oh yeah? And what makes you think that, missy?" Sylvia shouted at her.

Donna sniffed in some courage. "Because we love each other."

"Love?!" Sylvia then chuckled in disbelief. "What do you know about love? This was some childish holiday romance, and you'll be back to chasing after some other waste of space in next to no time."

"Mum! Campbell isn't a waste of space. Don't you EVER say that about him!" Donna protested tearfully as she trembled with anger, not knowing how to cope with the level of this emotion.

Sylvia stepped forward, and before Donna was aware she had raised her hand, Sylvia slapped Donna clean across the face.

"Who do you think you are talking to?" Sylvia asked menacingly. "Get out of my sight!"

Clutching her cheek and sobbing loudly, Donna raced from the room and headed for her bedroom; slamming the door for good measure before throwing herself down onto her bed to sob her heart out.

How had things gone from being so wonderful to utterly terrible in less than a day? What had happened to Campbell? Was he okay? Would they ever be allowed to see each other again? Exhausted from the trials of her day, she eventually fell asleep.