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Melanie (Chapter 1) (23 November 2006)

It came as quite a shock to Melanie that her parents were splitting up. She simply had no idea. Apparently, they had decided on this course of action some time ago, but were waiting for her to reach her eighteenth birthday before parting. Her extended absences from home while attending boarding school and college may have helped conceal the fact that her parents had 'grown apart'. Of course, she knew that they had separate beds, but they still slept in the same room. Wasn't this what happened with all parents when they reached middle age?

Her Mother was the one chosen to explain, when she came home for the summer break. She hadn't even unpacked when they asked her to sit down with them. Mrs. James then explained that, "Mummy and Daddy don't want to be together anymore."

She went on to explain that Daddy would be moving out, but that there was a lot to arrange. So, they had decided to send her to her Aunt's house in Yorkshire for the six weeks holiday.

Melanie didn't really know what to say, what to ask. She felt - momentarily - as though they didn't want her around and that maybe the break-up was her fault. But her parents were being so civilised about it. Talking calmly, not blaming anyone, explaining that they both still loved her and that she would be able to see her father whenever she was home from college.

Money wasn't really an issue for her parents; her father had a fairly highly paid job and her mother had inherited a reasonable sum from her grandmother.

When she asked when she would be travelling up to Yorkshire, Mummy and Daddy said it was best that she go as soon as possible. Daddy couldn't drive her there for a week, but they thought that she might like the adventure of making the trip on her own, using public transport. Although they insisted that she keeps in touch by mobile phone as often as possible.

She went upstairs and unpacked her bags, putting her school clothes into the washing basket.

Opening her wardrobe doors, she then took out the clothes that she wanted to take with her to Yorkshire and then carefully packed them in a rucksack and a small, wheeled suitcase.

Meanwhile, her father had been on the Internet, working out train and bus timetables for her. He had them all listed down by the time she returned to the lounge. Her usual pocket money wasn't going to cover the fares, so her father gave her enough to cover the journey plus a fair amount extra. He said that he would arrange for her aunt to give her the usual amount each week.

The next morning arrived and Melanie showered and dressed and made her way downstairs to the kitchen. She didn't normally eat much for breakfast, but Mummy insisted that she should feed herself up ahead of her journey.

The trip itself would have been quite complicated, and a lot longer, had she relied entirely on trains. However, when contacted, her aunt had suggested that at York she should take the bus from there to Pickering, where she could get a train on the preserved line to Goathland. This removed the need to travel on to Darlington and then Middlesborough on what would have been a long detour.

Both her Mother and Father escorted Melanie to the local station, where she bought ticket(s) for the journey. They stood talking while waiting for the next train to arrive. Her Mother appeared to be quite tearful as she kissed her goodbye, but managed to retain her composure, as she usually did. Her father gave her a big hug, something he hadn't done since she was little, and then kissed her forehead.

The journey into London was quite quick. She rang her parents before going down to the Underground. At Kings Cross, she almost missed her connection. The timetable boards where so complicated that she couldn't work out which platform she needed. Having queued at the Information Desk, they told her she only had five minutes to board the train before it departed. She ran all the way to the platform, struggled to find her ticket and then breathlessly hauled her luggage into a carriage as they blew the whistle and the doors started to close.

Having stowed her bags at the end of the carriage, she then walked along to find an empty seat. Surprisingly, she was able to find one without too much difficulty, considering that this was the first day of the school holidays. She sat opposite an elderly couple and looked out of the window as the train began to leave the station and make its way up through North London. She rang her parents again.

It was some time before Melanie bothered to look around the carriage that she was sitting in, but when she did she noticed a young man of around her own age sitting diagonally opposite her. He was busy reading a book and didn't look up while she was watching him. She decided that he was quite cute. He was wearing glasses, but they were rimless and she hardly noticed them. His hair was light brown, almost blonde and from what she could see he had dark brown eyes.

Melanie turned away and looked back out of the window again. When she became bored of watching the scenery racing past, she pulled her book out of her shoulder bag and began reading. She had recently decided to re-visit the Harry Potter novels and was currently reading The Goblet of Fire.

Some time later, she looked up and noticed that the elderly couple opposite had fallen asleep. She needed to stretch her legs and made her way back down the carriage to the toilets. Just as she got there, the young man she had been watching earlier came out. They both turned sideways in order to pass each other, when the train suddenly jolted and they were thrown together.

"Sorry," he said. "I hope I didn't hurt you?"

"No. That's OK," she replied.

She watched him walk away and then stepped into the toilet. Having locked the door, she leant against it and closed her eyes. Savouring what had just happened. She had been pushed back against the wall and he had fallen against her. One of his legs had accidentally slipped between both of hers and she had felt the pressure against her pussy. The further movement of the train had caused his leg to rub up against her before he could hold himself upright again.

Her clitoris was tingling with the memory of that momentary contact and she could see that her nipples were standing proud where his chest had made contact with hers. She began to undo her jeans and pulled them down along with her panties. Melanie was still standing up as she began to explore between her legs with her fingertips.

She had masturbated on a regular basis for about a year now, but usually it was in bed, late at night when everybody else was asleep in the dorm. Or else she wanked when she was lying in the bath. Right now, she felt a very deep need to satisfy herself. Very soon she was rubbing her clit with one hand and squeezing her breast with the other, imaging that it was the handsome man. She had to bite her lip to prevent herself from yelling out as she came.

Melanie took her time before returning to her seat. The passengers opposite were still asleep. She avoided looking at him and as a result was surprised when the boy sat down next to her.

"Hi. I'm Timothy," he said. "I'm really, really sorry about what happened back there. Are you OK? I hope I didn't hurt you?"

Melanie's head was swimming. Sitting so close, she could see that he really was very good looking and the feelings that she thought she had sated earlier returned.

"No. I'm fine. Really. My name's Melanie, by the way."

He smoothly replied, "I love that name. It's one of my favourites."

Melanie was about to comment, when she realised that he was actually being serious and not just trying to chat her up.

"So," he went on. "Where are you travelling to?"

"I'm going up to stay with my Aunt on the North Yorks Moors."

"Isn't it a bit wild and lonely?"

"It can be. But at this time of year it can be very beautiful, very peaceful. What about you?"

"I'm off back home for the holidays."

"College?" she asked.

"Kind of," he said. "Sandhurst, to be precise."

"That's the army isn't it?"

"Officer Training."

"Wow. I've never known anybody in the army."

They continued talking for the remainder of the journey. Melanie remained aware of his closeness to her and thrilled when their legs accidentally touched.

Arriving at York station, they had to go their separate ways. Timothy asked if he could have Melanie's phone number, to keep in touch. She gave him her home number, preferring not to give away her mobile number at this time. They said goodbye and he kissed her gently on the cheek.

Melanie found the bus stop and waited. While she did so, she rang her parents to let them know she had arrived in York. They said that they would ring Amanda (her aunt) and let her know that she was on time.

At Pickering she finally felt she was getting near to her journey's end. Unfortunately, the journey time was now going to be extended considerably as she had to wait another three quarters of an hour for the next diesel (not even steam) train for the forty five minute journey to Goathland.

At gone 4pm, Melanie dragged herself off of the train and made her way out of the station. There was only one taxi available and it had already been taken. Yet another half hour wait saw her finally on her way to her Aunt's cottage, which stood on its own on the side of a small valley about a mile from Goathland.

As the taxi pulled up, Amanda opened the front door and greeted her, wearing a shapeless looking smock. She wrapped her strong arms around Melanie, pulling her into her warm and supple body. "You poor thing, you must be utterly exhausted!" she said.

The taxi driver delivered the bags to the door and Melanie fished out the money to pay him, giving the man a reasonable tip. Amanda then showed her to her room. She said, "You must be starved. Would you like something to eat?"

"No," she replied. "No thanks. I think what I would like to do is just lie down and rest for a while."

"Of course," said Amanda. "Just come down when you feel up to it."

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