When Does Love Begin Pt. 02

He desperately wanted her to remember the occasion of her first time with pleasure but every stroke he made, along with her vocal encouragement, was bringing his own finish closer. Her wonderfully tight virgin sex clenched around his pulsing rod, making him grit his teeth, trying not to let himself erupt until he could bring his girlfriend to orgasm.

"Fuck.... oh fuck.... Jackson... I...!"

Her climax almost took them both by surprise, Debbie's voice becoming a strangled scream as she gave vent to her ecstasy.

"I.... I'm.... cuummmminnnggggggggggggggg!" The piercing shriek that accompanied her going over the top must have been heard by all the neighbours it was that loud.

Her body suddenly tensed and then jerked violently as she shuddered in the throes of her orgasm while her pussy clutched Jackson's shaft even tighter, her vaginal muscles trying to milk his man cream from it.

"Ahhhh.... unghhhhhhh!" All he could do was groan incoherently as his own apex took him, hurling him over the precipice as he capitulated to his needs.

Thrusting hard into his girlfriend one last time he held his pulsing cock deep in her cunt as he flooded her belly with his seed.

Laying together, still connected, for several long minutes, both of them fought to draw breath, until Jackson's softening member finally slipped from Debbie's warm depths, closely followed by a substantial dribble of pink tinged semen.

Slowly, enjoying the feeling of post-coital bliss, the pair let some sort of composure return to them, calming them down.

"Oh, Jackson! That was amazing. It was special, wonderfully special." Debbie eventually sighed, looking into her boyfriend's eyes as their breathing steadied.

Jackson kissed her hard, letting his tongue delve into the warm moist depths of her mouth, leaving her gasping again when he eventually pulled away.

"That was my first time to." He confessed ruefully.

"What!" She exclaimed with shock, her expression one of total amazement, "You mean you've never done it before either?"

"Yeah." The sheepish grin he gave her sent a huge wave of love through her and she flung her arms around him.

"I was your first to. Oh, Jackson that makes this even more special for me." Peppering him with kisses Debbie ignored the cum that was starting to ooze out of her gaping slit, "Thank you, thank you. I love you so much."

Eventually though she had to stop and, with her hand jammed between her legs to catch the drips, she treated him to the sight of her bare bottom as she dashed to the bathroom to clean up.

"Can we do it again? Please.... please!" She pleaded, when she returned to the bed, her impassioned tone reflecting her eagerness.

He kissed her forehead, grinning at her enthusiasm, "Of course, but I do need a little rest first."

His answer drew another sexy giggle from his girlfriend, as she conceded to a temporary break in proceedings, "Ok, we have all night but don't make me wait too long."

They did make love again that evening, once he had recovered, helped by Debbie's soft hand caressing his prick back to its full hardness, with her coming twice more before Jackson emptied his balls into her for the second time.

Spent the two lovers cuddled in the bed enjoying the feelings of post-coital contentment letting themselves drift off to sleep, totally exhausted, with their limbs wrapped around each other.

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It had always been Debbie's dream to lose her virtue to someone special and for the occasion to be romantic and memorable. The fact that she had claimed her boyfriend's virginity at the same time just made the event even more perfect for her.

She was completely in love with Jackson and she knew he felt the same way about her. If she had had any concerns in the back of her mind about her relationship with him they very quickly evaporated, he was everything she wanted and it was apparent to anyone who knew them that his feelings were mutual.

Over the next three years life just got better and better for Debbie. She spent virtually all her time with her boyfriend; except for their classes, Jackson's football training two evenings a week and the occasional night out with friends, they were always together.

As their final exams and the end of their time at college grew closer they talked about what they would do once they graduated. She was eager to find a job, hopefully in the fashion world, while he was keen for them both to take a few months off and go travelling.

Jackson also wanted to get engaged but, despite loving him more than ever, Debbie insisted that they should wait until they had started their working lives before taking such a big step.

Almost before they were aware of it the end of their time at college began to loom large on the horizon. They submitted their final papers, sat the last of their tests and waited to receive their final assessments.

With their studying done they both knew that once their graduation celebrations were over in a few weeks' time, along with the rest of their classmates, they would have to start looking for employment out in the big wide world.

Although she was still keen to find a position in the fashion industry, hopefully where she could put the things she had learnt at college into practice, Debbie let Jackson persuade her, albeit a little reluctantly, to take some time out. Agreeing to his suggestion for the two of them to travel before they settled down and thought about getting jobs, they started to make some tentative plans.

With their immediate future looking settled they were planning where they would go when Peter Wheeler occurred and everything started to go wrong.

They had arranged to meet friends at the local pub one Friday evening and when Jackson arrived at Debbie's flat to collect her he was ushered inside to find a stranger sitting with her parents.

"Jackson, this is Peter Wheeler. His dad is a very old friend of mine's. Peter this is my boyfriend, Jackson." She made the introductions.

Giving off an air of arrogance the newcomer stood up; he was perhaps five or six years older than either Debbie or her boyfriend, not quite as tall as Jackson he was a little overweight with slightly receding short dark hair.

Shaking hands, both of the young men carefully summed the other up although Debbie didn't seem to notice the immediate air of animosity that flared up between them.

"Peter's here for a few weeks with work and, as he doesn't know anyone, dad thought I... we, we might show him around a bit and introduce him to a few people."

"You don't mind me coming along with you do you?" Jackson couldn't help but notice the slight smirk on the other man's face as he stepped up next to Debbie and slipped an arm around her in an overly familiar gesture.

There wasn't a lot he could say so he shrugged his agreement and reluctantly allowed the obnoxious older man to accompany them to the pub.

Turning on the charm Peter quickly proved to be popular with all their friends despite being a few years older than everyone else. However, Jackson could see his attention was focused on Debbie for the majority of the time and kept a watchful eye on him.

"You do know he's after you?" He mentioned to his girlfriend when the other man went to the bar.

Squeezing his hand Debbie shook her head as she replied, "You're being silly, he's just being friendly. I love you and only you."

"I know that but I don't think he does."

She frowned, "Jealousy doesn't suit you Jack, he's only up here for a few weeks and he doesn't know anyone."

"Well, he certainly wants to get to know you, that's for sure." Jackson said rather more brusquely than he intended.

Before Debbie could form a response Peter returned with their drinks, smiling smarmily and sliding in next to her, his arm slipping briefly around her shoulders.

Over the next few weeks their graduation came and went while Peter gradually began to ingratiate himself further into Debbie's life and easing Jackson aside. At first it was just small things; the occasional coffee together, taking a walk and such like, but it soon became more, and when she told Jackson that she was having dinner with him one evening he knew things were going wrong.

"He wants you Debs. You know that don't you?"

She giggled and fluttered her eyelashes, "Don't be silly he knows we're together. He's just being nice that's all. He's even been talking about helping me get a job with one of his father's businesses."

Jackson shook his head, "There's only one reason he's being nice to you, he wants you in his bed."

"You're just being stupid. I love you. I don't want anyone else baby."

"That doesn't stop him lusting after you. I've seen it in the way he looks at you."

"Stop, you're being totally paranoid now. He's too old for me and anyway our dads know each other." Her impatience with him was reflected in the tone of her voice.

Shrugging Jackson frowned in annoyance at her, "Ok but don't say I didn't warn you."

"I don't want to hear any more of your stupid jealousy. Peter's a nice guy and he just wants to help me with my career. That's all." Debbie finished angrily, "Now drop the subject."

For the next week things remained more than a little frosty between the couple and Jackson went out of his way to avoid his girlfriend, especially when he found out that she went on another dinner date with the older man.

He was sitting alone in The Coffee Pot when Debbie dropped into the seat opposite him.

"Hello stranger."

"Hi." It was immediately obvious to him she wasn't happy.

"You've been avoiding me?"

He shrugged not bothering to meet her eyes, "You've been busy."

"I'm not busy now and my parents are out..." Standing up she held out her hand to him, "... coming?"

It was an hour and a half later that, naked and gasping breathlessly, they lay together in Debbie's bed.

"I love you. You know that, don't you?" She snuggled in to him, running her fingers over his chest.

"Yeah I do and I love you to. I'm sorry for being an arsehole."

Leaning up she kissed him lightly, "Good, because I need to talk to you."

"That sounds ominous."

"It's just that..." Debbie hesitated for a moment, her voice uncertain, ".... Peter has offered me a job."

"Oh, I see." Jackson responded cautiously, "Doing what exactly?"

"It's everything I've ever wanted Jack." At his question she became more animated, her voice indicating her excitement, "I'll be training to be a fashion buyer with the prospect of foreign travel at some point."

"Wow, that sounds brilliant." He tried to sound enthusiastic despite the fact he didn't feel it.

"It is, it's perfect for me except...."

"Except what Deb's. What's the catch?" Picking up on the half-finished sentence he questioned her.

"They want me to start straight away."

"They what! When? What about our plans?"

"Monday." She replied quietly, "They want me to start Monday morning."

"But we were going travelling. That was what we planned on doing before starting work."

"Please babe, this job is just perfect for me. It's everything I want. I can't not take it." Debbie pouted and fluttered her eyelashes, "We can still go travelling once I'm established. We'll just have to put it off for a while."

Reluctantly Jackson conceded, "Sure. It's not like you'll be going anywhere yet."

"Yeah, about that."

Pushing himself up onto his arm he stared down at his girlfriend, "What's that supposed to mean."

She looked away, fearful of his response as she answered, "The... the job. It's.... it's in London."

"London! You're going to fucking London? When?"

"Please don't be angry Jack. I'm driving down the day after tomorrow. With Peter. He's kindly going to let me stay at his place until I find somewhere of my own."

Trying to hold his anger in check Jackson didn't answer and slipped out of bed as he started to reach for his clothes.

"What are you doing babe?"

Pausing he glanced back at her, his expression one of unadulterated rage.

"I told you what he wants and now you're going to be living with him. Grow up Deb, he wants to fuck you."

"For fuck's sake not this again. I love you. I'm not going to sleep with him." Shaking her head and making her tousled blonde hair bounce around her shoulders she started to yell back at him.

"Really! Because it doesn't seem like it right now."

"Jackson! This opportunity means a lot to me. I thought you'd support me?" The tears started to trickle down her cheeks, "But no, you're still playing the fucking jealous twat just because you aren't getting what you want."

"What you mean support you right into his bloody bed. I don't think so."

Pulling on the last of his clothes he started for the door before stopping to look back at his weeping girlfriend.

"This is your choice Deb, you're the one driving off into the sunset with another man."

"Fuck you Jackson." Were the last words he heard her sob as he closed the door behind him.

Walking out of her flat he made up his mind that he wasn't going to phone her, this was her choice, and if he expected to hear from Debbie he was disappointed; there were no calls or texts from her that night or the next morning.

Jackson spent the day morosely trying to keep himself busy and take his mind off the fact that his girlfriend would be going off to London with another man in less than 24 hours.

It was just before six o'clock in the evening when his mobile phone finally pinged.

Checking the screen, he could see he had a message from Debbie.

Please Jackson, I don't want to go with us like this.

Still angry he threw his phone onto his bed and slumped onto his back staring at the ceiling.

'Why was she doing this to them?'

The question ate away at his mind as he tried to understand what was going on. Why was she going with Peter? Why did she want to be away from him? Why didn't she want to go travelling together?

He loved her more than anything in the world. Nothing would alter that but it seemed to him she had changed and he wasn't sure why.

Laying there thinking his phone pinged again.

Will you at least come and say goodbye tomorrow. We're leaving at 10.

Throwing the device down he laid back and closed his eyes. Saying goodbye to her would change nothing, his heart was still shattered.

Another message came up on his screen less than ten minutes later.

Please Jackson, I love you so much. Please I don't want us to part like this.

He ignored it like all the others including the one that followed just a few minutes later.

Why are you being like this, I love you. Please Jackson, at least text me.

Hating himself he resisted the almost overwhelming urge to reply. If she wanted to run off with Peter fucking Wheeler then she could as far as he was concerned. The problem was that he didn't actually mean it.

Her last message came later that night.

I hate you. Why are you doing this?

That night Jackson tossed and turned unable to sleep as he pondered over just what he should do. He desperately wanted to make peace between them and for her to stay but at the same time he didn't want to deny her the chance of her dream job.

Up early he showered and had a coffee before heading out to take a walk to try and clear his head.

Without consciously intending to he found himself standing at the end of Haverford Park. Pausing for a moment he considered going to speak to his girlfriend but stopped when he saw Peter Wheeler pull up in his flashy BMW. Stepping back so he couldn't be seen he watched the car as Debbie carried out her bags, loading them onto the back seat before turning to look up and down the road.

Biting her lip nervously she could feel her heart splintering into pieces as she looked for her boyfriend through tear filled eyes. However, he was too far away to see her red-rimmed eyes or the wet lines that coursed down her cheeks

'Why was he doing this to them?'

'Did he really think she would sleep with Peter?'

"Are you ok?" Peter came up behind her, interrupting her thoughts and put his arm around her.

She shook her head and sniffled, "No, not really."

If she could have seen the smirk on his face she might have understood her boyfriends reaction to her news and possibly stayed at home.

Standing observing the scene unfolding by the car Jackson felt himself completely lost. If his heart hadn't been broken already it would have been then as she stood there with the other man's arm around her.

He waited as she goodbye to her parents and with a final glance towards the end of the street slid into the passenger seat of the BMW. Barely able to breathe he felt sick as he stood watching her drive away out of his life for good, as far as he was concerned.

Completely numb he started to walk aimlessly, unaware of the time or where he was going.

All he knew was that without Debbie Randall his life suddenly had no meaning and he realised he had to get away, staying here would mean being reminded of her every day.

That was when he found himself in the High Street staring at the posters in the armed forces recruitment office window, the one exhorting people to enlist as a Royal Marine catching his eye.

For a very long time he simply stood a stared at the poster.

'What do I have to lose now she's gone.'

He thought to himself and took out his phone.

I'm sorry. Go and live your dream and be happy, even though it's not with me. I love you Debbie. I have from the moment I saw you and that will never change. Goodbye.

Reading through his message one more time he pressed send and then blocked her number, he didn't want to hear he tell him how much she hated him now.

Then he pushed open the door and went inside...