Mersey Murder Mysteries Collection

Chapter 16

The seaside resort of New Brighton, part of the town of Wallasey, sits at the northeastern tip of the Wirral peninsula, across the Mersey from its much larger neighbour, Liverpool. The resort received its name from its founder, Liverpool merchant James Atherton who, in 1830, purchased most of the land at Rock Point, and began to develop it as a genteel and fashionable resort for the gentry of the day much like other fashionable resorts of the day, and in a similar way to the better known South Coast resort of Brighton, hence "New Brighton." The New Brighton Tower, modelled on the famous Eiffel Tower, and the tallest in the country was opened in 1900 but closed in 1919 and was dismantled by 1921. Below the tower stood the Tower Ballroom, which remained after the tower closed and retained its use as a venue for entertainment, and hosted numerous concerts in the 1950s and 60s, including performances by The Beatles, and other international stars. Brendan Kane and the Planets made two appearances at the ballroom which would eventually be destroyed by fire in 1969.

For now, however, the resort played host to a young couple seeking something of a getaway from their usual habitat and surroundings. Brendan Kane and Marie Doyle had found themselves growing ever closer together over the preceding months, and it was now evident to both of them that their feelings were deep and of a highly romantic nature. In short, Brendan and Marie were in love.

Marie was dressed in a new cream and silver striped blouse and her new knee-length half-lined navy skirt that fitted her perfectly and accentuated the femininity of her figure. Her stockings were new, too, and she"d borrowed a pair of black shoes with two inch heels from her best friend, Clemmy. She"d bought the skirt especially for this day with Brendan, who wore a crisp blue shirt and a pair of new jeans he"d ordered from his Mother"s mail-order catalogue, together with his black "winkle-picker" shoes, highly polished as always. Marie thought he looked incredibly handsome.

Having crossed the Mersey on the early morning New Brighton Ferry and then spending an idyllic two hours listening to music on Marie"s transistor radio, whilst kissing and canoodling on New Brighton Beach, Brendan and Marie now sat holding hands in a small caravan, rented by Brendan for one week on one of the popular caravan sites that had sprung up to cater for holidaymakers in the area. Though he knew he and Marie would probably only have one or two opportunities to slip away to the caravan during the week, he felt it was worth the financial outlay in order to give them these precious hours together. Living in such a close environment as they did with the group, privacy was something that didn"t come easily, and the couple had no wish to make their feelings for each other public knowledge, at least not yet. Marie had stood by him when he"d made the suggestion about trying the demo disc and possibly breaking up the group if things didn"t go their way, and the others might feel aggrieved if they thought she"d only supported Brendan because of her feelings for him.

Having spent months making their plans for the disc, Brendan Kane and The Planets had finally recorded their demo disc the previous week and now awaited the delivery of the consignment of their "last chance" recording to arrive, after which they"d circulate copies of the disc as previously arranged. After that, their fate would be in the lap of the Gods, and the various record producers and recording companies.

“You"re sure nobody knows we"re here, Brendan?” Marie asked, nervously.

“I told you, we"re totally safe here,” he replied. I booked this place weeks ago, paid cash and used the name Davis, so please stop worrying.”

“You do know I have to be back home by tea-time or me Mam and Dad"ll wonder where I am?”

“They think you"re out with the girls, right?” Brendan asked.

“Yeah, they do. They don"t mind me doing stuff with the group, Brendan, but this, well, it"s different isn"t it?”

Brendan slowly slipped an arm round Marie"s shoulder, pulling her closer to him.

“Everything"s okay, Marie, honestly. You trust me, don"t you?”

“Course I do, you silly bugger. I wouldn"t be here with you now if I didn"t trust you, would I, you dozy mare?”

Brendan laughed, a laugh Marie had always found infectious, and in seconds the couple were both giggling and then, suddenly, Brendan leaned in close and kissed her, passionately, on the lips. The kiss seemed to last for ages, and Marie finally pulled away gasping.

“Wow,” she exclaimed.

“You"re so beautiful, you know that don"t you?” said Brendan, not really expecting a reply.

“If you say so, Brendan,” Marie managed, before he kissed her again, a long, slow kiss that made her knees go weak and made her feel a dampness between her legs. Brendan didn"t say anything else, but his hand slowly began to make its way under the hem of Marie"s skirt, gradually feeling its way upwards along the length of her leg, stopping for a moment as his fingers reached the top of her stocking. Marie felt her breath coming in small gasps as the thrill of the moment began to overtake her.

“Don"t stop, Brendan, please,” she gasped, her voice husky as Brendan"s hand moved higher and Marie opened her legs a little to allow him access to her private places, where no man, before today had been granted access. His fingers gently slipped into her panties and found their way in between her legs, where Brendan found her wet and ready for him to take things even further.

“Wait,” she whispered in Brendan"s ear, and she gently removed his hand from its place under her skirt. Marie stood up and slowly raised the hem of her skirt, allowing Brendan a view of her shapely legs and then slowly she reached behind her, unzipped the skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor. Her panties followed, and as she stepped out of the tiny white lace-trimmed knickers, Brendan gazed almost in awe at the sight before him. Marie knelt in front of him and reached up to unfasten the buttons of his shirt, which soon fell open to reveal his chest, covered in dark brown hairs, and she ran her hand through the hairs for a few seconds, bringing a tingle to his skin and Brendan felt himself growing harder in anticipation of the next few minutes. Marie moved to try to remove his jeans, but, making her wait to prolong the moment, Brendan kissed her once again before leading her by the hand into the dormer area of the caravan, where he quickly closed the curtains and pushed Marie, very gently, on to her back on the bed, which he"d made up the previous day, hoping for just such an eventuality. Marie lay on the bed, looking up at him as he slowly reached down, took her face in his hands and kissed her again. His hands reached behind her and after a little fumbling, he managed to unfasten Marie"s bra, and as he pulled it from her, he was able to marvel at the sight of her perfectly formed breasts, the n*****s dark and engorged and standing erect, perhaps as erect as he was at that moment. He reached out and gently took each one in turn between his fingers, manipulating them gently as Marie closed her eyes and reveled in the new and exciting feelings his attentions were setting off in her body. When he stopped using his fingers and moved closer, taking her left n****e in his mouth, Marie shuddered with the pure thrill of what was happening to her, and a small groan escaped from her lips.

“Oh, God, Brendan. What are you doing to me? I"ve never felt like this before. I think you should know, though, that I"ve never, well, you know, I"ve never actually done this or anything like it before.”

Brendan shushed her gently, placing a finger on her lips and whispering back to her, “Neither have I.”

“But, you must have,” Marie exclaimed in surprise. All those gigs, the girls flocking round you, surely you…”

“Never, Marie. I"ve fancied you since the day we met, and I"ve waited all this time in case I saw some sign from you that you felt the same.”

“I never knew.”

“Well, you know now,”

“Mmm, “she gasped as Brendan fell silent once more and moved his mouth to take her other n****e between his lips. This time, he allowed his teeth to gently nip at her breast, and Marie could barely contain the wave of arousal that swept through her body. Brendan took hold of Marie"s hand and guided it to the growing bulge in his jeans. She didn"t need telling what to do as she lowered the zip and moved to unfasten his belt. As she pushed his underpants down, his erect p***s sprang from within, and Marie gasped again at the sheer size and weight of the throbbing thing that she held in her hand.

Neither of them could wait any longer, and as Brendan"s fingers probed inside her wet opening, she spoke in that husky, expectant voice once more, “Please Brendan, make love to me, now.”

Brendan Kane didn"t need any further encouragement and he pushed Marie onto her back on the bed and pushed her legs apart. Marie helped by spreading her legs wide, and as Brendan moved on top of her, she took hold of him and guided him into herself, giving out a small cry as he penetrated her for the first time.

“Are you alright?” Brendan asked as she cried out.

“Don"t stop, please, don"t stop,” she replied.

Brendan soon settled into a slow, rhythmic movement in and out of her virgin v****a, and Marie urged him to move faster until he could no longer hold back and he felt a massive release as he ejaculated into the girl of his dreams. Marie suddenly felt a welling up of emotions coming from deep within and she cried out again as her body was overtaken by a series of spasms that seemed to go on and on, until they finally subsided, leaving her breathless and amazed at their intensity.

“Oh, my God, Brendan,” she exclaimed. “That was amazing. I wonder if it"s like that for everyone the first time.”

His breathing returning to normal, Brendan looked down at Marie and smiled. “I don"t know and don"t care. All I know is it was great for us, and that"s all I care about. I love you, Marie.”

“I love you too, Brendan,” she replied, as he slowly pulled out of her, and rolled off to lie beside her. Marie just lay there with her legs wide apart for a minute, and then, pulling herself together, she rose from the bed and reached for a box of tissues that she saw on the small shelf in the room. She self-consciously wiped herself and leaned over to pick her underwear up from the floor, and was soon dressed once again, standing beside the bed, smoothing her skirt down as Brendan finally rose, pulled up his jeans and fastened his belt and zip. They sat gazing into each other"s eyes for what seemed an age, as Marie"s radio played quietly in the background. Marie had discovered the pleasure of listening to the new pirate radio station, Radio Caroline, broadcasting from somewhere in the North Sea, and like many teenagers, derived an almost guilty pleasure from tuning in to the illegal broadcaster. When Kathy Kirby"s Secret Love came bursting forth from the tiny radio"s speaker, the couple stared harder at each other and almost simultaneously spoke the same words, “That"s our song!”

Secret LoveIt was impossible to say whether either one of them had thought about using any form of contraception, as neither of them mentioned it to the other. The time of general knowledge on the use of contraception and family planning was years away in the early sixties, so it was quite possible that neither one of the couple possessed much awareness or understanding on the subject. For now, both Brendan Kane and Marie Doyle were filled with the first flush of love and sated from the resulting consummation of their newly-declared feelings for one another.

A short time later, after locking up the caravan and making their way back to the beach, where they enjoyed a half hour lying on the sand together, holding hands, saying little, but occasionally staring longingly into one another"s eyes, the time came for them to make their way back to the ferry terminal, where, all too soon, they were crossing the Mersey, back to Liverpool and the reality of their everyday lives. They would get the chance to return to New Brighton later in the week, but for now, home beckoned for them both. Marie would soon be sitting down to tea with her family, while Brendan would have a bite to eat and then wander down the road to the pub to enjoy a pint or two with his Dad, who, Brendan thought, hadn"t been himself recently, appearing to have lost weight and coughing a lot.

As they kissed each other goodbye after the ferry docked, Brendan felt a deep longing for Marie as he watched her walk away towards her bus stop, her hips seeming to sway with additional sensuality as her flared skirt added to the sway of her hips, and later that night, both of them would dream of their time together earlier that day, and look forward with intense anticipation to their next planned visit to the caravan, their own secret place.