Up amoung the Heather on the Hills of Ben Magee!
Some of our stops were just so that Jimmy could have me suck him off in private. Or what felt to me like Public, I wasn't used to having sex in the daytime, in places where anyone could see as they passed by, but Jimmy said that people only see what they expect to see, and if they see something different, they don't know what to do about it, so they do nothing. I didn't know if I really understood that, but then, Jimmy was a lot older than me, so he knew much more than me anyway, so I supposed that he must be right. He said that was why he was wearing his Highland Dress, so that people would realise that he was one of them. I didn't quite understand that either, because most people don't wear Highland Dress, even in the Highlands, and this was before it became a regular thing for Weddings, but, you know what? Jimmy seemed to be right about everything, so I just accepted what he said and shut up. But I opened up whenever I was wanted. Life for a 13-year-old girl can be a lot easier if she just accept what she's told. I supposed that I was learning fast, at long last.
     I don't know what it's like for a Man when he cums – I suppose it's impossible for any girl or even a mature woman to know. Oh we can guess a bit, if he kind of pauses the action, immediately before he cums, and if he makes a noise, or holds your head absolutely still, and usually pulled in tight so that he's cumming down your throat rather than just unto your mouth. But the thing that happens in his mind, or his soul? We can only imagine. Remember, at that time I'd only had an orgasm a few times, cos pretty much most or all of the Men I'd been with were only interested in their own orgasm, and once that happened, they simply withdrew and went off to do something else, something more interesting than me. But at the time, I hadn't really worked this out. I only knew these Men and nothing else to compare them with. And I had also had only one experience with a Woman – Dr Monty's Sister – which had been quite spectacular, So, for all mthat I had been fucked rather a lot, and by more Men thatn your average 13-year-old, I was still pretty naive, And innocent, Oh, and ignorant too, And rather stupid, if I have to tell the truth. Very stupid,
     Jimmy liked to cum a lot – in the sense of more times than most guys I'd met up till then. That was fine by me. I'd met my Hero and he enjoyed using me and that was good. Once we got to his cottage, he started phoning people and planning the next show. And me and Jo were going to be on it. That was my whole purpose in meeting him and getting to know him - and it had worked rather well. And here I was.
     The cottage was quite small, but it was big too. I think it must have been originally two cottages at a right angle to each other, and not far from the main road. Jimmy liked to sit outside when the weather was good, and watch the traffic and wave to his fans, Which was just about everybody. He'd even had a visit to the cottage by The Queen, on her way to Balmoral on her holidays.
   
I thought it must be very tiring having to wave to people you don't know, but it was something The Queen, and Jimmy, were used to,that and being recognised wherever they went. Jimmy was always being stopped by people who wanted their photograph taken with him to show their friends, and Jimmy never said no. That was one of the things I admired about him – and all his good deeds: long walks for charity, Fixing It for kids like Jo and me. And helping out in hospitals and children's homes. Jimmy loved kids and we all loved him.
     And he was fucking me! And I was only just 13 and couldn't talk about stuff the way he could, and didn't really know an awful lot, but he didn't mind. He said I was one of the best fucks he'd ever had and I knew from Ronnie that he'd had lots of girls, so I felt that I was special to him. Of course he had to keep it secret, because it wouldn't be fair to the girls to let anyone know. They'd be mobbed by reporters trying to find out if Jimmy was as good as the gossip mill had it and if his cock was as big as it was supposed to be. Well, take it from me – as one who knows. Yes he was good at it, and yes it was pretty big; maybe not as big as the black American jazz musician Ronnie had given me to in Edinburgh, now his was the biggest I'd ever had inside me!
     Anyway, it was the next morning that Jimmy's phone rang, It was his PA who was on her way just letting Jimmy know where she was and would be at the jetty in half an hour. “That's fine,” said Jinny, Then he put the phone down and said to me: “I'm expecting some guests for the weekend, and some of them may want to get to know you. These are pretty important people, and if they like tou then we should be able to get you and Jo on the show. Where is Jo, anyway.”
     So I told him she was at home just now, waiting for more treatment, and Jimmy took a note of Jo's address and phone number, and said if things worked out this weekend, he'd maybe try to visit Jo during the week. *After all, you'll likely be going back to the city with Martin, won't you?” he asked?” And I nodded, though I hadn't really thought about that before. I suppose I had liked the thought of living here in this lovely cottage and spending time among the Mountains in between Jimmy's visits, but then I realised that this wasn't really his home, just one of them, and he had other places and people to be in. And he wouldn't want to darg a silly little girl around with him, I'd just get in the way, and anyway, he probably had lots of other versions of me, with different names, scattered around, plus all the ones he met by chance.
    
I was really disappointed because I thought the weekend would be just about Jimmy and Me, but now he had other people coming. I went out for a walk and climbed the hill a bit, and sat on a rock and smoked a ciggie. I suppose I was in a huff. But when you feel someone's let you down – even if they don't realise it themselves – it hurts. Nothing had been said about just me and Jimmy this weekend, and I did know that Martin hoped to get up for some of it, but he was my boyfriend, so that was ok, but now Jimmy was talking about strangers coming and it sounded like they would want to fuck me and he was ok about that – so what really was Jimmy feeling about me? I knew he liked me sucking his cock and he liked fucking me, but did that mean I was just a sex toy for him? I think, for the first time, since George Gill started me off, I felt I'd been let down by a man I'd put on a pedestal. But maybe that was my fault. After all, Jimmy had never asked me to put him on a pedestal. He was just being himself, maybe it was me who got things wrong and built up greater expectations than I should. He was only a Man, after all, not a God.
    But What a Man! And it was up to me to give him whatever he wanted from me – because it was him who was important, not me, so I had to stop this silly day-dreaming, going over everything in my head, stop thinking about myself, just accept my purpose, because of course this was real life. I was here for Jimmy and his friends, they weren't here for me. And the sooner I realised that that was how it worked, the happer I would be, because if I made them happy, they would like me. And the happier I made them, the more they would like me. Simple really. Sorted!
     So I threw my fag-end away and walked back down to the cottage, where Jimmy welcomed me with one of his great big smiles. Threw his arms around me and told me to get down and give him a good suck, because he was the horniest Man alive, and I gave him a good one – he said so afterwards.