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Subject: The Voyeuse
Author: Methuselah
Keywords: Mf ff f solo oral mast exh
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   Chapter 1 On the Bus

   Hello, my name is Tracey, I'm 14 years old and I'm a voyeur, well, a
voyeuse, really; just because I live on the Cockmeadow estate doesn't mean
I'm uneducated.  My best friend Kate and I live on the estate and go to St.
Margaret Cherrybank School in the centre of Borchester, which is rather
posh.  Well, we go everywhere together, to be honest.  We get away with
quite a lot at school because we're their prize pupils; with league tables
and that they're desperate for exam results.  If it weren't for Kate, I'd
probably be bullied.  Kate gets awe-struck respect from the other girls for
her well-earned reputation as a 'goer'.

   She is blonde, well shaped and gets a lot of attention from the boys,
which suits her because she has the morals of a doe rabbit on heat.  Now,
you're probably thinking I have a face like a buffalo's bum; that's the
usual way of it.  In fact, I'm dark, slim and, I'm told, very attractive.

   Nonetheless, I'm about as much of a threat to her as Borchester Rovers
are to Borchester City (apparently, the original expression is about some
obscure teams in Manchester, but who cares about them?).  I usually just
sit quiet in a corner and watch.

   The only time I'm in charge is when we go to the football - I'm an only
child and my Dad (God rest him) took me to the City games because he hadn't
got a son to take.  I sort of caught the fever and dragged Kate down when
she was 11 and now we go to every home game.  At the footy, I'm the one who
leaps about and shouts and Kate's the quiet one.  We're only in the
Sinkingship, but we hope to go up to the Championship or even the
Premiership.  The hated Rovers are in the Receivership, where they belong.

   I sometimes think Kate only goes down there to be surrounded by
thousands of men, but maybe I'm being unfair.

   Everywhere else, Kate is the dominant one.  Although she's been at it
since she was 12, I'm still a virgin.  I get off on watching Kate snog (I
know she likes me looking) and on what she tells me afterwards.  I've got
making my excuses and leaving down to a fine art, and I'm pretty good at
biting boy's heads off when they won't take 'No' for an answer.  Myself,
I'm happy to go home and get myself off thinking of what Kate's up to,
knowing I'll hear about it, in full detail, next day.

   She gets off on telling me, so I guess we're perfectly matched.  We even
get our heads together on writing her diary - a book that would surely be a
best seller if it could be published.  On the bus in to school we snuggle
up really close and she whispers the story of last night in my ear.  Not
that we're lesbians, or anything, but it's really wicked and intimate.

   When she's told me about a particularly dirty evening, I sometimes can't
control myself and have to rush to the toilets for relief when we get into
school.  Not too often, mind; I'd die if I was caught - I'm a voyeuse not
an exhibitionist!  I sometimes think that Kate chalks up a goal whenever
that happens...

   One hot day in September, our big adventure started.  It was one of
those days when Kate had a particularly juicy tale to tell in the morning,
and I'd succumbed to temptation, to Kate's delight and amusement.  She was
still teasing me in the queue that evening, when the bus arrived.  A herd
of schoolgirls trampled aboard and, as the bus filled up quickly, Kate
perched herself beside an old man, well he was 50 at least.  I thought I'd
have to stand, but she practically squashed the poor bloke against the
window and heaved her thigh over his.  I sat beside her on about a third of
the seat with my bum crushed against hers.  I looked over at the guy; he
wasn't unattractive for his age, full head of long grey hair, bearded, but
well-groomed - sort of well-kept ageing hippie.  At the moment, though, his
face was struggling with discomfort, embarrassment, overheating and a large
helping of barely concealed lust.

   The bus ground its way through Borchester's cunningly devised assault
course of road works and badly phased traffic lights, normally a foretaste
of Purgatory.  Today, though, it was rather more interesting; Kate's bum
was wiggling against mine.  She looked down at her thighs, very visible as
her skirt, already an inch shorter than school rules allow, rode up her
legs.  Her long blonde hair concealed her face, so I couldn't read her
expression.  The man beside her was staring into infinity, poker-faced.  It
occurred to me for the first time that a beard and long hair were admirably
suited to that purpose.

   As we crawled up the long hill towards Cockmeadow, the bus gradually
emptied, but Kate made no attempt to take advantage of the seats that began
to become vacant; if anything, she squeezed herself closer to her victim
and her backside wiggled more furiously against mine.  By now, I was
beginning to suss what was going on, and the pressure on my thighs was
creating a twitchy, warm, wet feeling between them.  Even over the smell of
diesel fumes and city smog, I could detect a distinct whiff of female
excitement, not all of it mine.

   Eventually, though, we reached Cockmeadow Road, and we had to get off. I
stood up first, quite wobbly on my feet with knickers noticeably wet at the
crotch.  As Kate detached herself from her new friend, I saw him slip her a
small piece of white card.  They made no other sign of recognition, and we
got off the bus as on every other school day for the past three years.  I
looked at Kate quizzically and she gave me the tiniest shake of the head;
we were still within earshot of other girls leaving the bus.  As soon as we
were alone, she showed me the card.  "ACME COMPUTING", it read, "Computer
Repairs and Advice - Bespoke Software - Jack Smith, B.Sc.".  It had an
address in a street about half a mile away, let's call it 17, Acacia
Avenue. Significantly, it was at least four stops back on the route we'd
just traversed.  The card also had terrestrial and mobile phone numbers.

   I asked, "Kate, what's going on?" But she just said "Ssssh", got out her
mobile and dialled.

   "Jack, it's me"...  "Yes, Kate, the girl on the bus"...  "No, don't
apologise - I loved it.  I was wondering - would you like me to come
over?"...  "Yes, now would be great"...  "Can I bring my friend"...  "No,
nothing like that - it's not that I don't trust you, but just to be on the
safe side"...  "Right, OK, probably see you on the bus"...  "Bye".

   "Come on Kate, what the hell is going on?" I demanded.

   "Tell you in a minute.  Just phone home and say you've been kept at
school for another couple of hours.  Say it's extra drama rehearsals".

   That was our standard excuse - I'm amazed that neither of our mums ever
sussed it out, but they never seemed to.  Maybe they were glad of the extra
peace and quiet.

   "OK, Trace, now back to the bus stop."

   "OK, Kate, I'll do that but I won't go a step further until you tell me
what the fuck is going on".  It's not a word I often use but I was hot,
tired, excited and totally baffled.

   "Deal!  Let's go."

   We got to the bus stop, heading in the direction from which we'd come.

   We were alone at the stop, and I looked at Kate expectantly.

   "OK, Trace, where do I start?  I really hadn't meant to do anything like
that, I was just making room for you on the seat, but I moved over a bit
further than I meant.  I could feel my thigh against his, which seemed nice
and firm, and I noticed he smelt really good, which was unusual for a man
his age on a day like that.  Anyway, I wiggled my thigh over a bit further
and he turned a bit towards me, and I thought I could feel his mobile
sticking into me.  I felt it twitch and I thought he must be getting a
message, then I realised he was getting THE message that he was pleased to
see me.  I thought for a moment about accusing him of being a dirty old
man, but then I realised I'd started it and anyway I liked it.  Remember
when I put my hand down to steady myself as we went round the big
roundabout?  Well, I grabbed the nearest knob, which happened to be his".

   "Kate, you didn't?" I didn't think anything my friend did could shock me
by now, but this did.

   "Mmm, yes, Trace, don't lose control now, mind", she giggled.  I could
tell she wasn't going to let me forget this morning's episode.

   "I held on to him and rubbed a bit, and he worked his left hand under my
leg and stroked the inside of my thigh.  He couldn't get up any further
'cos of my skirt, but it really felt good.  I got really wet up there; I
still am, in fact".

   So was I, but I wasn't letting on.  "So what was that on the phone?

   Where are we doing our 'drama rehearsal'?"

   "You saw the card!  He took the bus for another two stops until he
looked reasonably decent".

   "Until he'd gone down a bit, you mean".

   "Exactly, Trace.  He'll be on the next bus - Oh, look, it's coming!"

   "And what was that about your friend being on the safe side?" The bus
was almost here, but I wanted to know what I was getting into.

   "Well, you want to watch, don't you, Trace?"

   I had to admit to myself that I did.  Fortunately, the bus was here, so
I didn't need to answer.

   Sure enough, Jack (if that was his name) was on the bus, in the last but
one row.  Kate dragged me with her on to the seat behind him.  "Hi, Jack,
this is Tracy.  She's coming along to make sure I'm safe".

   "Not too safe, I hope", Jack said, with a distinct Borsetshire burr.

   Very different from our North Borchester city accents, though I suppose
no Londoner would have noticed.  "Hello, Tracy.  Kate's told you the score,
I hope?"

   "Eventually", I snapped, but Kate gave me a pleading look.  "Yes, I'll
be glad to keep things cool".  Actually, whatever my head thought, my body
was looking forward to things being anything but cool.

   "It's all right, my babber.  I've got strict instructions to keep my
hands off you.  Kate, of course, is a very different kettle of fish".

   "Not so much of the 'fish'", giggled Kate, massaging Jack's neck and
shoulders.

   "Mmm, that's gurt nice.  Come on, girls, we'm nearly there.  I'll go
first, you wait a couple of minutes and then follow me.  If anyone asks
you've come for advice on your software".

   We got off at the next stop and he headed off towards Acacia Avenue.  We
followed at a respectable distance, like a pair of obedient Oriental wives.

   Chapter 2 Off the Bus

   Jack was already home by the time we turned into Acacia Avenue - no one
was in sight, so we went to the door of Number 17.  When we pressed the
doorbell we were treated to a burst of Scrumpy 'n Western, and Jack came to
the door immediately.  "Come on in, girls, sit down and make yourselves at
home", he welcomed.  "Would you like a drink?  I'm parched myself".

   I was expecting him to broach a barrel of scrumpy, but it was three very
welcome glasses of ice-cold Diet Coke that appeared.

   "Now, Kate and Tracy", he asked after we'd quenched our thirst - would
you like a shower before the Ugandan discussions?"

   I was baffled, but Kate giggled, so I decided to ask her in the shower.

   "Shower, please, Jack", I replied.

   "All right, my babbers, you can undress in the bedroom.  Top of the
stairs on the right.  The bathroom's right opposite.  Give us a yell when
you'm done and I'll shower myself and be right with you".

   We went up to the bedroom, Kate bounding up the stairs, myself lagging a
little and wondering what I was getting myself into.  The curtains were, I
noticed, already shut.

   "I'm not sure about undressing", I mumbled; Kate was already down to bra
and school knickers.

   "Don't be daft, Trace.  You going to shower in your school uniform?  You
can always put it on afterwards".

   I saw the logic of this and reluctantly nodded.  By the time it came to
my knickers, I brightened up and giggled "My knickers are too wet to wear,
though".

   "Mmm, mine too.  I thought I could feel you enjoying yourself on the
bus", she laughed, "you can always leave them off when you dress.  Come on,
let's shower".

   Walking across the landing, I had the vision of Jack standing in the
hall watching us go past, but either he was too much of a gentleman or he
enjoyed the anticipation.  He wasn't there anyway.

   As Kate stood in front of me under the shower, I realised that was the
first time I'd had a good look at her naked.  I mean, I knew she was a
natural blonde, so to speak, but I hadn't realised just how full her
breasts were for her age.  With a surprisingly pleasant shock, I realised
she was also assessing me.

   "You know Trace, you could have any boy you wanted with a body like
that".  I looked down at my small breasts and my narrow waist, and followed
her eyes down to my neat patch of raven-black hair.  I thought it looked
nice when I played with myself in front of my bedroom mirror, but Kate was
the only other person who'd ever had the chance to appreciate it.

   "It's nothing compared with yours, Kate, and anyway, I prefer to watch
for the time being".

   Kate enjoyed my attention for a few moments and then turned to show me
her delightfully rounded bum.  "Mmm, nice!" I said, truthfully".  Then, as
she turned back to me, I gave her the same view.

   "You've got a lovely little bum, Trace", she murmured.  Pity I'm not a
lezzie..."

   "Come on, Kate", I said, rather embarrassed by the tone of the
compliment.  Let's shower, or Jack will wonder what we're up to".

   "I'm beginning to wonder, myself", she muttered, and turned on the
shower.

   As we waited for it to warm up, I remembered my bafflement.  "What are
'Ugandan discussions', Kate?"

   "Oh, that's one of Private Eye's expressions", she explained, "this
Ugandan couple were found at it in a toilet at Heathrow and they claimed
they'd been 'discussing Ugandan affairs'.  Ever since then, it's been the
Eye's euphemism for bonking".

   We stepped under the shower, the first time I'd shared with anyone, and
we passed the surprisingly high-quality shower gel from one to another.  We
couldn't avoid touching in the confined space and it was quite arousing for
each of us to watch the other wash her breasts and even more to watch her
soap herself between her legs.  I was more excited when we left the shower
than when we entered, which was quite an achievement.  As we re-entered the
bedroom, Kate called out "Shower's free, Jack!"

   I started dressing and, to my surprise, so did Kate.  She could see I
looked puzzled, even in that dim light, so she explained, "I've this funny
feeling that Jack would like to take off my school uniform.  It's a turn-on
for older men, I'm told".

   I sometimes wondered where Kate got these ideas, but she was usually
right.

   "I'm going to lie on the bed, Trace", said Kate, apparently fully
dressed.  "You sit on the chair facing me.  I think you might enjoy the
view."

   "Mmm, think I might", I said, taking up my place in a convenient
armchair.  I was already wondering how long I could keep my hands off my
very excited self.

   We could only have lain there for five minutes or so when there was a
knock on the door.  "Ready, girls?" said a gruff voice.

   "Yes, come in", we said, in chorus.

   The door opened and Jack walked in, stark bollock naked, to coin a
phrase.  It was the first time I'd ever seen a naked man and, despite his
age, Jack was a fair specimen.  He was extremely hairy from head to foot,
which surprisingly didn't put me off (NOTHING, apparently, puts Kate off).

   He looked quite fit, with perhaps the beginnings of a beer (or, more
probably, cider) gut, and the first erection I'd ever seen close up.  Oh,
I'd had the occasional glimpse when Kate was necking at parties, she always
tried to let me see at least that much, but this was the real thing, and it
was HUGE.  I was well impressed, and very conscious of my missing knickers.

   I just hoped Jack wasn't too worried about his bedroom chair getting
wet!

   He lay down on the bed beside Kate and she rolled over to face him,
giving me a better view of the proceedings, bless her.  They kissed, while
he slid his hand up under her school sweater.  Kate's hand moved down his
tummy and she stroked him just above his cock (I'm not quite sure what
words to use for these things, but somehow 'penis' seems far too
middle-class for any part of Jack).  He whispered to Kate and she raised
his arms so he could remove her sweater.  Then he nuzzled her breasts
through her plain white bra for a minute or so and reached behind her and
undid the fastening.

   I was surprised how smoothly he did it; Kate's boyfriends always seemed
to take ages fumbling about, even when she was as keen as mustard and
turned her back to help.  I suppose thirty-odd years' practice helps in
these things.  By the way, I'm not usually that philosophical when I watch
Kate with her partners; I was desperately trying to distract my hand from
the demands being made on it by my cunny.

   As I watched, Jack took Kate's right breast in his mouth and sucked,
producing a gasp of pleasure.  Kate moved her hand down to his cock, which
showed its appreciation in the time-honoured manner.  He undid the side
fastening of her skirt with a deftness that suggested years of sex with
schoolgirls (he admitted afterwards that he'd checked it out on the bus),
and removed what he thought was the penultimate item of clothing.  He
almost looked disappointed not to see school knickers but when Kate giggled
and told him the reason, he laughed proudly and rolled Kate on her back to
enjoy the sights.

   I enjoyed them as well; although I'd seen her naked not five minutes
before, the presence of her new lover, her obvious arousal, and my viewing
angle made a world of difference.  Her nipples stood pinkly up from her
rounded breasts and her cunny was wide open, flushed and gleaming wetly
even in that dim light.  As Jack reached over to stroke her cunny, while
her fingers tenderly caressed his cock, I lost control.

   My hand was already hovering over my skirt.  With a moan of impatience,
I raised my bottom, lifted up the skirt, and put my hand to my cunny.  It
was soaking!  Not just my cunny itself, but the hair above it and halfway
down my thighs.  As I stroked my cunny-lips, I worried that I would be the
first of the three to come.  I desperately held back, in hope of sharing
their climax.

   Kate was the first to burst.  As his fingers reached her clit, an hour
of stimulation boiled over and she screamed out her orgasm.  I'd heard that
cry before, when I lay curled up in the corner at parties, but this was the
first time I'd seen it and been able to respond properly myself.  Her legs
came up and folded as she lay on her back in a foetal position with Jack's
hand clenched between her thighs, but not blocking my grandstand view of
her juicy parts.

   Jack seemed surprised at how quickly she'd come but, as soon as she'd
recovered, Kate rolled him on his back and started jerking him furiously.

   As soon as he closed his eyes with pleasure, she stared into mine as I
travelled the same road, fingers working furiously between my legs.  As he
spurted come all over his belly and chest, I just touched my clit and had
the best orgasm of my entire life.  I was still gasping and shaking as Kate
leaned over and licked the come off his body.  I knew she'd always wanted
to do that.  When Kate told me on the bus how she swallowed some boy's come
last night, it always put me in danger of a rush to the toilets.  Actually
seeing it, as my fingers slowly took me back down the slope from orgasm,
was at another level entirely.

   As Jack came down from his summit, the first thing he saw, as he raised
his head, was my lower half, completely naked and with my hand in my
crotch. He looked up and smiled at my contented face.  For a moment, I
wanted to remove my hand and open my legs for his education and amusement.

   Instead, I closed my legs, blushed, and pulled down my skirt.  I guess I
really am a voyeuse, not an exhibitionist!  Nevertheless, he waved his limp
cock at me in salute, then rolled over to embrace Kate.

   "That was quick but gurt bloody good, Kate, lass.  Next time we'll take
our time, though, shall we, lover?"

   "Mmm, look forward to it, Jack".  She lifted her head to look at me,
"You up for it, Trace?"

   "Ooh, yes, Kate, after all, I did come here to make sure you were safe".

   Jack roared with laughter and Kate giggled.  They curled up together and
I sort of curled up with myself.  I don't think I'd ever been more
embarrassed and yet happier.

   We would all have liked to go on a bit longer, but we girls had to get
back home.  It wouldn't do to overstay our 'rehearsal' time - it was far
too useful to both of us.  Jack and Kate dressed, and Jake very kindly
popped our knickers in the washing machine and had them ready and dry by
the time we'd finished a nice reviving cup of tea.  This time, he didn't
look away while we put them on.  I was a bit shy and turned sort of
side-on, but Kate gave him a good show.  She stood right in front of him
where he sat and tucked up her skirt under her sweater.  Then she stood on
one leg, and rested her foot on a chair, giving him a close-up view of her
open cunny.  She slipped the school knickers over that foot, brought her
foot down, and slowly inched them up her legs, giving him a last view of
her blonde pussy-fur before she finally pulled them up.  Before Kate had
the chance to smooth down her skirt, Jack leant forward and kissed her on
the crotch.  I got the feeling that he was quite turned on by those
knickers, and wondered if his offer to take them away and wash them was
quite as unselfish as it seemed.  I'm a bit of a pervert myself, and it
takes one to know one.

   It was convenient to take the same bus as we would had we really been
rehearsing (all though, in a sense, we were) but, for once we were quiet
for a while at the bus stop, mulling over what we'd seen and done.  It was
Kate who broke the silence.  "Trace, I never thought I'd see you wanking
openly like that anyway, but why did you suddenly go all coy at the end?"

   I actually blushed in front of Kate, which is silly 'cos I've known her
for ages, and we've talked about EVERYTHING.  "Well, I wasn't going to
touch myself, I was going to save it for later like I usually do, but it
was SO exciting watching you and Jack naked and stroking each other and,
well, I just couldn't help myself.  I didn't have any knickers on, and I
was already very turned on when I arrived.  I just completely lost it,
really".

   "I saw it", Kate giggled, "but why did you clam up at the end - so to
speak?"

   "Kate!  That's rude", I laughed, "Well, I saw Jack staring at my hand
down there and, just for a moment, I wanted to take it away and show him
everything, but suddenly I got scared and covered myself up as best I
could. I mean, I don't mind you looking at me, but..."

   Kate gave me a Look.

   "No, I don't mean like that, silly.  I'm not a lezzie or anything, but,
well, you know, we've both seen each other before.  Jack's more or less a
stranger and it just made me shy, that's all".  I wasn't expressing myself
very clearly, because I wasn't really sure what I meant.

   "It's all right Trace, sorry I teased.  I'm not a lezzie, either, but it
turned me on to watch you as well.  As to what it did to Jack...  Hooray,
here's our bus".

   We were at the Cockmeadow Road stop in minutes and, as we parted to go
to our homes, Kate asked, "You're really up for it again, Trace?"

   "Deffo.  How about Thursday?  They'll probably buy rehearsals twice a
week".

   "Suits me, Kate".

   "OK, I'll ring Jack tonight to check.  I'll let you know on the bus
tomorrow".

   "What if he's busy Thursday?"

   "Trace, if he had an appointment at Buckingham Palace, I think he'd
cancel for us", she laughed.

   "True, I bet he would.  I'll say goodnight, then".

   "Goodnight, Trace.  Be good".

   "Very unlikely, Kate", I giggled.  I had plans for this evening.

   "Goodnight".

   As soon as I'd had my tea, I went up to my bedroom and masturbated THREE
times.  Homework, well that sort, could wait!  Like any good voyeuse, I've
got a very good visual memory and I played back what I'd seen Kate and Jack
doing.  Curiously, it was the sight of Kate's aroused cunny the kept
popping into my head, although Jack's cock was in there as well.  Imagining
them both watching me kept me going for the third time.  I'd intended to
start my homework then, but I crashed completely.  I woke just before
eleven; my knickers were around one ankle, my sweater was up around my
neck, and my skirt was lying on the floor.  My cunny was sore, the room
smelt strongly of sex and it was nearly my bedtime.  Thank God I'd woken
up; I'd have died if Mum had entered my room and seen me like that.  I
opened the window, made myself respectable and went downstairs to say
goodnight to Mum.

   I undressed and went to bed, setting the alarm for six o'clock - I'd do
my homework then.  My head hit the pillow and I slept.

   Chapter 3 On the Bus Again

   Next morning at the bus stop, Kate gave me the thumbs-up and I knew
Thursday was on.  When the bus to school arrived, we sat together as usual.

   I was very tired, as well I might be after last night's efforts and this
morning's homework.  Nonetheless, I was happy to snuggle up to Kate and
listen to the story of her activities.  Curiously, it was every bit as
exciting to hear as before, even though I'd been there myself.  I had to
stop her, though, when it got TOO exciting.  Now, Kate listened to me as I
told her what I'd done when I got home, and explained that I mustn't get
too turned on because my poor little cunny was so sore; she might have
guessed that from the way I was fidgeting about trying to get comfortable.

   As I whispered the details in her ear I could feel her getting excited,
which was role-reversal indeed.  She fiercely denied that she would
disappear into the loos to get off, but it was fun for me to do the teasing
for a change.

   For a wonder, I left myself alone that day and night although I had some
very colourful dreams when I slept.  Apart from that, for the rest of the
week things went much as usual.

   On Thursday evening, we were very giggly on the gruelling bus ride home
from school.  We'd been thinking about it all day; we were still a little
bit nervous but we were also very excited.  Not too excited, mind; Kate
whispered to me that we didn't want to get our knickers wet again.  I
laughed so hard I very nearly caused just that disaster.  Fortunately, our
schoolmates were used to us giggling away together.  Rather than provoke
their comments, we decided to get off at the usual stop and walk back the
half-mile or so to Acacia Avenue, via the side streets.

   When we arrived, Jack was delighted to see us.  "Come in my babbers;
Diet Coke OK?"

   "Yes, please, Jack", Kate beat me to it, throwing her arms around him
and soul-kissing him as soon as the door was closed.

   I was more cautious, but Jack just smiled and me and took my hand and
kissed it, like a European nobleman.  The Coke was very welcome, as it was
even hotter than last time we'd visited.

   When we'd finished, Jack asked "Would you like to shower - I've just had
mine, so give us a shout when you're ready for me to come up".

   I was beginning to enjoy showering with Kate and, I believe, she was
getting a buzz out of it, too.  We weren't so embarrassed about brushing
against each other, and less shy about watching each other washing our
interesting parts.  I was almost tempted to offer to help out, but my
shyness came on me again, and I rinsed off and made for the bedroom with a
towel.  Kate followed at her leisure; I already had my bra on, but Kate
towelled my back whispering "You don't want to catch cold, Trace".  It felt
surprisingly good and I wondered if she might go further, but she just
dried herself and started dressing.

   As she fastened her bra, Kate saw me pulling up my knickers.  "Are you
going to wear those, Trace?"

   "Well, aren't you?"

   "Ooh, yes, but only so Jack can take them off.  What do you want yours
for?  Or do you want Jack to do the same for you?" She laughed, as she
pulled up her knickers.

   "Of course not, Kate!" I was quite certain of that.  "Maybe you're
right, though.  I was thinking it might keep me from...  Well, you know..."

   "Be serious, Trace.  You know that you're going to do it, anyway.  Might
as well be comfortable".  Kate had her skirt on by now.  I removed my
knickers as she watched.

   Within minutes, we were both apparently perfectly respectable.  Kate lay
on the bed fully dressed and I sat on the chair facing her, with my
knickers tucked behind me on the seat.  I waited for Kate to call Jack, but
she pointed at me.  I shook my head, but she pointed at me and nodded
vigorously.

   "Oh all right", I muttered.  "JACK, we're ready!"

   Within seconds, the door opened, and Jack was there, naked as before.  I
noticed that his cock was even more erect than last time.  He'd obviously
been thinking about this all day, too.

   He blew me a kiss and then lay on the bed beside Kate.  They kissed very
gently, then he started to undress her, kissing each part of her sweet
young body as it was revealed.  As he removed her skirt, he gave a low
whistle on seeing her dressed only in her school knickers.  He got up from
the bed and lay between her legs, opening them carefully with his hands;
then he bent his head to kiss the crotch, damp despite all our
self-restraint on the bus.  Slowly and sensually, he peeled the garment
down her legs.  Kate lifted her knees and brought her feet together to
allow him to remove them, then opened her legs wider with knees still
raised.  I'd heard her talk about this, but the sight of her cunny capped
with its golden hair, wide-open and wet and ready for Jack's mouth was too
much for my waning self-restraint.

   As Jack bent down again to lick Kate out, I head a perfect view of his
tight buns.  I lifted my skirt as before and slid my hand down over my
tummy and pubes and on to my cunny.  I tried to imagine what his tongue was
doing to Kate and then to imitate the action with my fingers in my sopping
cunny.  Kate was gasping by now, but she managed to take the time to look
over Jack's head, to stare pointedly at my active fingers and to give me a
grin and a conspiratorial wink.  I was pretty well away myself, but I
managed to return both.

   Kate was squeezing her perfect little breasts in her hands now, and her
breath was coming in short sharp pants.  Her eyes were blankly staring
upwards as her head went back and she screamed "Yes, Jack, YES, OH FUCK
YES!!!" Her legs were reaching for the ceiling as her thighs closed on
Jack's head.  As she relaxed totally, I reached my peak, gasping "Ooh, I'm
coming oh that's sooo nice!" I was never as loud as Kate, judging what by
what I'd heard before, but I shivered all over as my thighs closed on my
hand.  It was my turn to catch Kate's eye and wink at her.

   Jack lifted himself from his labours in Kate's cunny and laughed, "Magic
- schoolgirl orgasms in stereo!"

   Kate looked down at him and giggled, then looked up at me.  To my
surprise I found myself smiling.  Maybe my shyness was receding...

   He crawled up her body, and they kissed.  I wondered what she would
taste like on his lips and quickly uncoupled from that train of thought - I
WASN'T a lesbian!

   Obviously, both Jack and Kate knew the procedure for this sort of thing.

   Jack rolled over and lay on his back as Kate raised herself like someone
sleepwalking, and lay between his thighs with her head over his crotch.

   Her feet were on the ground and her bum was raised - I felt this strange
temptation to reach down and stroke it, but I restrained myself.  Instead,
my hand started moving again between my legs, almost of its own volition.

   Just at that moment, Jack looked straight at my face and then pointedly
at my crotch.  I froze for a fraction of a second, then relaxed, smiled a
rather wan smile and resumed my stroking.  Jack might have been about to
say something, but then his mouth opened and his head went back - I guessed
that Kate had taken his cock in her mouth.  It would have been nice to see
it, but Jack's expression said it all.  She was obviously teasing him, as
he gasped, almost as if in pain.  Then his hands went down to the back of
her head, which bounced up and down until he cried out, "Fuck, yes, I'm
coming in your mouth, Kate!  YES!!"

   My hand was moving furiously now, but I still wasn't there as Kate
lifted her head from Jack's cock and smiled down at him.  He smiled back
and nodded in my direction.  Kate turned round and, to my great chagrin, I
found them both staring intently at my busy fingers.  I was desperately
embarrassed, but too close to stop.  As I tensed up with my approaching
orgasm and moaned, Kate got up and kissed me open-mouthed.  I was shocked
to the core, but the shock was enough to take me over the top.  I came,
screaming, with Kate's mouth against mine and the taste of Jack's come in
my mouth.

   Before I'd learnt to do it myself, I always used to read about orgasms,
thinking I would learn what it was like.  In fact, it's indescribable; what
you can describe is how you feel just before and just afterwards.  After
this one, shyness and amazement overcame me.  I'd come while being
soul-kissed by my best friend, with her older lover's semen in my mouth -
and I'd loved it!  I blushed furiously; I wanted to close my legs and hide
my cunny away under my skirt; I also wanted to open myself wide and show
myself off.  In fact, I was capable of neither.  I sat completely still
with my hand between my legs and a helpless look on my face.

   Kate was immediately contrite.  "Sorry, Trace, I got carried away", she
apologised.  She put her arm round my shoulder, which was comforting,
although feeling her naked breasts against me was disturbing in the
extreme. I thought, "Kate's definitely not a lezzie, but that kiss was
certainly not sisterly - maybe it's not perverted to enjoy the feeling".  I
would have to think about it later - now, I was too confused.

   "That's all right, Kate", I conceded, and gave her a big hug, which
ended with my face between those delightful breasts.

   I felt another, hairier, arm round my left shoulder and Jack was there
to comfort me.  I couldn't help looking down at his cock, surprisingly
small now.  "You all right, Tracy?"

   I smiled bravely at him over Kate's right breast and said, "Never better
- after all, I came twice to you and Kate's one each".

   Jack ruffled my hair and I put my arm round him.  It was rather nice,
actually.  The two of them, standing bare-naked, were hugging me, sitting
fully dressed from the waist up.  As I held Jack against me, I noticed a
gentle pressure through my sweater and bra, and realised he was getting
excited again.  I could feel myself responding, and was almost tempted to
reach down and touch him but, once again, shyness overcame me.  I gently
pushed the two of them away and rearranged my skirt to give an appearance
of decency.

   Jack turned to Kate, and they embraced and kissed in front of me.  I
thought they might do more, but it was Jack, despite his erection, who
pulled away and said, "Sorry, girls, you've got to be off home before your
folks think you're dirty stop-outs".

   He was right, of course, and we all dressed together - well, I ferreted
out my knickers and put them on.  I noticed Jack watching me, so I wiggled
myself at him a little as I slowly pulled them up.  He smiled and did the
same, waving his cock at me, fully erect this time.  Kate watched with a
smile of amusement mixed with a smidgen of lust.

   We said our goodbyes, arranging to meet next Monday.  Jack gave Kate the
full snog, and kissed me very gently on the lips, although even that
reminded me of my previous, far lass chaste, kiss and I blushed again.  As
we set off for the bus stop, I made a stern mental note to stop being so
shy; it was stupid, really, considering what I'd just seen and done.

   Almost as soon as we were out of the door, Kate said, "Look, Trace, I'm
really sorry about that kiss.  I was so excited that I didn't think..."

   "It's all right, Kate.  It was just a bit of a shock, that's all.

   Actually, it was rather exciting..." I admitted.

   "What, the kiss or, well, the come?" She giggled.

   "I don't think I'm prepared to answer that - might incriminate myself",
I quibbled.  "It was nothing like as bad as I expected - the come, I mean".

   "And the kiss?"

   "No comment", I said firmly, but with a grin.  "There was one thing that
disappointed me, though.  I mean, I knew what you were doing, but I
couldn't see..."

   "Oh sorry, Trace, how selfish of us", she apologised.  "We'll do better
next time, I promise.  You still enjoyed it, despite that?"

   "Of course not", I laughed, "I only came twice".

   By this time, we were at the stop and, lo and behold, the bus came
straight away.

   We sat near the front because it was only a short journey, and had
little chance to chat.  Anyway, Kate appeared to be deep in thought.  As we
walked towards our homes, Kate whispered, "Trace, how would it be if Jack
stood in front of your chair and I knelt down and sucked him off in front
of you?"

   "Mmm...  Sounds nice", I mused.  Then it struck me.  " You beast, Kate.

   You know I won't sleep tonight for thinking about it!"

   "Just don't whinge all the way into school tomorrow about how sore you
are, that's all.  Goodnight, Trace"

   "Beast!  Yes, goodnight, Kate.  See you tomorrow".

   I was right; that thought did keep me awake.  All night I thought of
Kate sucking Jack's cock right in front of me and when that wasn't enough,
I remembered Kate's come-flavoured kiss.

   I WAS sore next morning, but there was no way I was letting on to Kate!

   I even tried not to wriggle on the bus seat, which was difficult.

   Chapter 4 The Weekend Starts Here

   That night we tarted up ourselves and went out for a drink in the City
Centre.  It riled me, though, that Kate could get served while I, three
months older, couldn't.  I did my usual 'quiet mouse in the corner' routine
and watched Kate teasing the boys as usual.  I wonder what they'd have
thought if they knew what that quiet mouse had been up to the night before!

   Mind you, every time they bought her a drink, I got one as well, so I
was well away by the time we were chucked out.  After closing time, this
moron was trying to chat me up, while I watched Kate over his shoulder. 
She was in a shop doorway getting well stuck in with a complete stranger.
He must have been in his twenties at least, and he already had his hand up
her skirt.  I gave the moron terse advice on sex and travel, and waited for
Kate.  I was enjoying the spectacle - I swear she had her hand in his fly -
so I let them alone for ten very interesting minutes, but I eventually had
to drag her away to the last bus.

   Kate ran so awkwardly that we only just made it; I had to stand in the
doorway until she caught up.  I went upstairs and she struggled after me.

   When we sat down, she reached under her tiny skirt and fiddled about. 
For a moment I wondered what on Earth she was up to, but then she settled
back with a sigh of relief.  She whispered in my ear, "Blige, Trace, that
was uncomfortable.  I had my panty-crotch all tangled up; I mean I really
did have my knickers in a twist".

   In mock surprise, I said, "What WERE you doing, you naughty girl?" That
was par for the course for Kate.

   "Well, he was stroking my cunny through my knickers, and I had his cock
out.  Then he sort of pulled the crotch aside and put his finger inside me;
I thought it was a bit rude to do that to a girl he hardly knew - some
people have no manners", she giggled, "but it did feel good.  I started
stroking him, and he was pushing his finger in and out.  I came first, then
he came.  I think I just managed to turn him away in time - I don't have
any come on my skirt, do I?"

   I had my doubts about the translucent spots on her tights, which, you
won't be surprised to hear, were crotchless.  Her skirt, though, was
spotless.  I supposed cattily that it was too small a target, rucked up
like that.

   "What happened then?" I asked eagerly.  I was already looking forward to
replaying events in my head when I got home.

   "Well, then he left his finger in there and started stroking my clit
with his thumb...  Then you called me and I had to rush for the bus with my
knickers all rucked up".

   "Sorry, Kate, so you missed out on your second coming, so to speak".

   "I'll have that when I get home, Trace.  I 'spect you will too".  She
gave me a conspiratorial wink.

   I smiled back and then realised we were nearly there, in more senses
than one.  After we got off the bus we walked part way together and then
hugged with more than sisterly enthusiasm.  Kate quite deliberately kissed
me on the lips and broke away before I could respond, even if I'd wanted
to. Quite honestly, I wasn't sure.  We said goodbye and scurried off to our
homes, with the same project in mind.

   My Mum hadn't waited up, although I bet she was listening for me in her
bedroom.  The one time I had been really late, I got the most fearful (and
tearful) bollocking in the morning.  I was up in the bedroom and naked in
no time at all; the room looked like an explosion in a clothes shop.  I
admired myself in the full-length mirror and my hand crept down my tummy.

   Then I had a really naughty idea; maybe I'd had one tequila too many!  I
knew what Kate was doing now, and I decide to give her something to help. I
recovered my mobile from my handbag and went back to the mirror.  I snapped
myself with one hand holding the phone and a finger of the other in my
cunny.  I texted the picture to Kate; I was pretty certain she hadn't got
round to switching hers off.  In fact, I was even more certain that she was
finishing off what her new friend had started.

   While I waited for a reply, I got on with my self-exhibitionism.  I was
working a finger in and out; it looked good and felt even better, when the
phone beeped.  I knew who it would be from; what blew me away was the
content.  It was a picture of Kate, well, at least I assumed it was Kate.

   It was a close-up of a goldenhaired cunny, wide open and wet, with two
girlish fingers buried in it.  I hurled myself on the bed, staring at the
little screen, with fingers working away busily in my cunny.  I had a
shattering orgasm, but one wasn't enough.  I went for a second and came
again, this time by stroking my clitty.

   As I lay back in my own version of paradise, the phone beeped again.  It
was Kate again, naked in front of HER mirror, licking the fingers of her
right hand.  The message with it said "Sleep well, Trace, lover".  I opened
my legs, held my lips apart with one hand, and took a shot of my sopping
and still very aroused cunny.  My message simply read "Goodnight, Kate,
lover".

   For the benefit of they vurriners, 'lover' has a rather different
meaning in the Wess Vinglun, as does 'babber' - It CAN mean a sexual
partner, but can also mean a friend of either sex.  As to which meaning
either of us intended - that was something that I was going to have to
sleep on.

   Chapter 5 Saturday Night's Alright

   The morning after, I spent a couple of hours bent over my computer.  Mum
was delighted by my keenness.  It was unheard for me to do homework on a
Saturday, particularly after a Friday night out.  She'd have been outraged
if she knew why; I was working out how to transfer those pictures from my
phone to my computer.  Just seeing them, low-resolution as they were, made
me go all unnecessary again.  When I'd worked it out, I put them on my PC,
hiding them away out of Mum's sight, and wiped them off my phone.

   Concealing them wasn't too difficult, she knows absolutely nothing about
computers and the mobile phone is still a bit of a mystery.  Then I texted
Kate, warning her to be ready for a rather special e-mail and advising her
to wipe her phone.  It wouldn't do to have those images stolen or, worse,
passed around at school.

   Borchester City were playing at home that afternoon and, on the bus to
the ground, Kate whispered her appreciation of the images in fulsome and
detailed terms.  She also had major news.  Her friend of last night had
invited us to a party this evening.  How she managed to memorise his name
and address, after several tequilas, while fondling and being fondled, was
one of Kate's mysteries.  It certainly wasn't the first time she'd done
it...

   We won three-nil, which put us both in the right mood for a party.  Even
better, when I got home Mum, who was a bit doubtful about the party at
first, agreed to it when I assured her that Kate would look after me.  For
some reason she thought Kate was a 'nice girl', not perhaps, the most
accurate piece of character assessment.  Ironically, my `homework' session
on the computer counted in my favour, as well.

   It was a bit difficult, dressing up two nights running, but I decided on
a short black dress with a deep vee in the front and bare shoulders and
back.  Over a blouse, it was charming - without the blouse it was simply
indecent.  Guess which version I showed Mum!

   As I meant to wear it tonight, it would show off my navel and make me
glad that my bush was so modest.  Another inch higher, and I'd have needed
to shave down there.  For once, I was determined to outshine Kate.  If I
couldn't compete with her breasts, I was going to take her on in other
areas.  With the help of my compact and the full-length mirror in the
bathroom, I admired my pert little bum.  It looked delicious, but even with
my sheerest knickers the panty-line was still visible.  Well, I knew how to
deal with that; I'd just have to take a bag big enough for blouse and
knickers, and maybe brassiere as well.  I smiled as I worked out that I'd
probably have more clothing in my bag than on my body by then...

   When I met Kate at the bus stop we were still wearing parent-acceptable
clothing.  She was wearing a long-sleeved chunky red sweater over a bra, a
white skirt just within the permissible range with knickers underneath, and
black tights.  I knew from experience that the sweater was going to
disappear ASAP, along with the bra, to be replaced by a skinny top that
would do justice to her perfectly shaped and envy-making tits.  The
knickers would probably join them at some point - her large bag was a clue.

   As also was mine; she looked at it quizzically and said, "Out to
impress, then, Trace?"

   "Why not?" I challenged.

   Kate hugged me and said, "Go for it, my lover", which got me wondering
again.

   When the bus arrived, we sat at the back, as usual.  This early in the
journey, it hadn't filled up with 'revellers' - a word beloved of
journalists and used by precisely no one else.  Kate filled me in about the
party.  Apparently, it was a student party, but her new friend was a
'post-grad', so we could expect a lot of the guests to be twenty-ish.  That
made me a little nervous, but Kate said, "Don't worry, Trace, you'll knock
them dead", which made me feel better.  She had no doubts about her effect,
but then she never did.  She was always right, as well, which would have
been maddening if we weren't such good friends.

   The party was in Bankton, the student quarter of Borchester, which meant
changing buses at the City Centre.  We'd already resigned ourselves to
chipping in for a taxi home, unless Kate could blag a lift from her beau.

   From experience, I reckoned the odds were about sixty-forty in our
favour.

   At the Centre, we dapped off into the Ladies to adjust our make-up and
change into our party outfits.  In the process, Kate couldn't resist giving
me a flash of her golden fleece, and I followed suit with my little raven
powder-puff.

   When we were done, Kate looked as ravishing as on all our nights out,
but I could hardly believe what I saw in the mirror.  She said, "Give us a
twirl, Trace", and gave a low whistle at what she saw.  "You're going to
have to fight them off tonight, lover", she declared, with obvious
sincerity.  Little did she know how true that would be!

   When we emerged, and queued for the Bankton bus, I couldn't help
noticing that I was getting at least as much attention as Kate.  I even saw
other girls glaring disapproval at me, which was very satisfying.  Rather
than being jealous, Kate was proud of me, which was even better.

   I have to say that, by the time I got to the party, in a large Georgian
terraced house, I felt as if I'd already downed a couple of Tequila
Sunrises.

   Chapter 6 The Party

   Kate knocked on the door and, fortunately, her friend from last night
opened it.  He seemed very pleased to see her but it took him a moment to
recognise me.

   We went on in, and it wasn't too terrifying.  Most of the people there
were in their twenties, although there were a few younger students.  The
men were quite casually dressed, and the women were dressed much like Kate
and I, although I say it myself, we looked pretty good by comparison.  The
music wasn't very modern as, I suppose, I should have expected, but there
was a familiar aroma of dope in the air, and it all seemed very relaxed.

   Kate's friend, who turned out to be called Dave, seemed to be happy that
we were an item, at least socially, and conducted us into the kitchen for
drinks.

   Dave liberated a bottle of tequila and some orange juice, and picked up
three glasses.  We moved on to another room, where the light was much
lower, the aroma was much stronger, and soft reggae completed the
atmosphere.  There was one other couple in the room, closely entwined.

   Dave and Kate arranged themselves on a sofa, I curled up in the corner
of another, and we passed a joint around.  Soon, I was nice and comfy and
ready to watch whatever Kate and Dave could show me.

   Then this tall blond guy walked in.  Dave obviously expected him,
because he introduced him to Kate and me as his friend, Shane.  He sat down
beside me and I wondered if someone had the script wrong; I hadn't ordered
a male companion.  With a shock, I realised that he was the moron that I'd
put off the night before.

   He tried to make conversation while Kate and Dave got on with things,
like the other two couples in the room.  I took several swigs on the
tequila and made as if I'd drunk more than I had (tip - hold the bottle to
your lips and make gargling noises in the throat - it's very hard to tell
that from the real thing).  Soon, I'd 'drunk' enough to justify an
impression of real inebriation, and I giggled, gabbled, and finally fell
'asleep' where I sat.  Even then, through the corner of my eye, I could see
him think about carrying on with his plans, but a Look from Kate deterred
him.  He wandered off, grumbling.  Kate gave Dave a real earful, and he
apologised profusely to both of us, although I appeared to be unconscious.

   I imagined that Shane hadn't heard the last of it from Dave - how right
I was!

   Kate certainly knew what I was up to.  It was a trick I'd pulled before;
I find it very convenient to stay 'unconscious' while I watch proceedings.

   Dave eventually calmed Kate down, and they started snogging again.  Not
only that, but the other couple was well under way after the short break
caused by Shane's bollocking.  I suppose he was about thirty, fair but
already balding and she was about nineteen with long red hair.  Her green
sweater was pulled up over her breasts, which he was kissing by turns.  His
right hand was up her dark blue skirt and the way she was wriggling
suggested precisely where it was.  As I watched, he removed her lacy white
knickers and dropped them on the floor.

   He raised her skirt, revealing that she was a genuine redhead who didn't
believe in pruning, But, as he bent down to do homage to that fiery bush,
she pushed him off her.  At first I thought they'd sussed me and I tried to
look even more smashed, but then I realised that they were worried about
Kate and Dave.  God knows why!  Dave was completely oblivious of his
surroundings and Kate, if she was aware of anything other than his hand in
her crotch, was conscious of my gaze only.  The other couple might as well
have been on Mars, as far as they were concerned.

   Nonetheless they slipped down behind their chair and lay, heads in the
corner, with their bodies just feet from my awed gaze.  He resumed his oral
attentions to her crotch, which was almost as close as mine was when I took
those pictures with my mobile.  I had to get off, but there was the
problem. I knew that Kate and Dave wouldn't be too bothered if they saw me
wanking as I watched them, but being caught doing it in front of two
complete strangers might just be a bit upsetting.  Worse, although my dress
was about as revealing as it gets, it was very tight, and there was no way
of getting at myself without serious undressing.

   But, as they say, where there's willy there's a way.  As the guy dropped
his jeans, showing a very large, erect and circumcised penis (no other word
would do it justice), I realised that I was about to watch my first ever
scene of intercourse (or fucking as some dim Anglo-Saxon race memory
insisted).  The answer was surprisingly simple, I slipped the straps off my
shoulders and pulled my dress down the three inches or so that allowed me
access to, well, my cunt (once this Anglo-Saxon starts, there's no stopping
it).  I realised that, in faking drunkenness, maybe I'd actually had just a
drop more than I meant to.  The dope was stronger that I'm used to, as
well.

   I managed to get my hand under the vee front of my dress into, well,
let's call it my cunny, for now.  My fingers and my cunny were wet and, for
the fist time in my life, I saw this balding guy insert his penis into his
partner's vagina (posh language, or what?) They really went for it.  Out of
Kate and Dave's line of vision, but right in front of me.  By now, Dave had
his tongue well inside Kate, but she looked me straight in the eyes as I
approached orgasm.  I felt I was coming for everyone in the room, but the
other couple was oblivious.  Then Kate lifted Dave's face off her lovely
cunny so he could see me in my post-ecstatic bliss, and then pushed him
down on her to have hers.

   Then, she swapped positions with Dave and sat him on the sofa while she
sucked his cock.  By now, all modesty had flown.  If I could have stripped
I would have done, in fact I was very tempted.  As Kate sucked he lover to
orgasm, I was dimly aware of the other couple reaching theirs, with much
gasping and twitching of limbs.  When I approached my second orgasm, I
realised that three pairs of eyes were watching me with approval and I'm
afraid I put on a bit of a show.  Nearly there, I slipped off my dress,
what there was of it, raised and opened my legs, and gave a command
performance.

   Only Kate couldn't see it, she was otherwise engaged in swallowing what,
she told me later, was the biggest load she'd ever experienced.  Dave, once
he'd recovered, gave me a big smile and, strange as it may seem, the couple
that I'd been watching so furtively gave me a gentle round of applause.

   Chapter 7 Sunday Morning

   Everything seemed perfect, but it had come up to midnight, our absolute,
cast-iron Saturday night limit.  Dave very kindly offered to take us home.

   I worried that he was over the limit but, to be fair, I hadn't seen him
drink anything more intoxicating than Kate's juices.  He'd had a couple of
short drags on a joint, but even that was pretty minimal.  I had no worries
when we got into his car.  Kate sat beside him, which seemed fair, and they
stopped off at a secluded lay-by to say goodnight with their hands.  I was
a bit pissed-of that I couldn't see them too well, but I'd seen things
tonight that I'd never seen before.  I wrenched my dress up to get at
myself again, and suddenly a hand was over my face and another was at my
crotch.  I felt fingers probing at my cunny and I froze.  It was Shane, of
course, lurking in the back seat.  It hurt like hell, but I managed to
wrench myself free enough to bite that other hand.  Up to then, I'd never
understood how women allowed themselves to be raped; at that moment, I
realised what just terror can do.  I wanted to scream, but all that came
out was a croak.

   It was enough.  Even before Dave could react, Kate, half-naked, came
over the seat back like an avenging Fury.  I seriously think she'd have
killed Shane, or castrated him at least, if Dave hadn't pulled her off.

   Dave was cooler; it's not easy to look menacing with trousers round
one's ankles, but Dave managed it.  He hauled Shane forward and smacked him
in the face.  He then pulled up his jeans, hauled Shane out of the car and
gave him a systematic kicking.  It was cold, brutal, and thoroughly
deserved.  Then, for the second time that night, he apologised to both of
us.  I noticed that Kate had rearranged her clothes; no one felt sexy any
more.

   I'll never forget what Dave said then, "I expect neither of you ever
want to see me again; I've never in my life felt as low a worm as I do now.

   I'll take you both home, and if you never want to talk to me again, I'll
understand perfectly".  Kate had left Dave in the front seat and she was
sat beside me, cuddling me tenderly.  I was still shaking, and I whimpered
my distress to Kate.  She was solid; first she dressed me in all the
clothes hidden in my bag, and pulled on her respectable sweater.  Then she
phoned both our mothers to ask if I could stay over at hers.  Apparently, I
had a slight cold, and she wanted to be sure I was all right.  I knew that
both mothers would interpret that as me having just a little too much too
drink, and that Kate was taking charge.  I thought of how I'd laughed at my
Mum's judgement so few hours ago.  She was right - Kate was a 'nice girl',
and she would take care of me.

   Even then, I saw Shane heaving and retching by the roadside and asked,
"Are you sure he's all right?" The response was almost in stereo, "I
certainly fucking/bloody hope not!"

   When Dave dropped us at Kate's, he hugged us both with lots of love and
zero lust.  Kate's mum was wonderful - I think she sussed that drink wasn't
the main problem, but she knew better than to ask (she's a divorcee, by the
way - lack of a father is another thing Kate and I have in common).  We
snuggled down in Kate's bed, and I cried on her shoulder for ages - was
this always going to happen when I dressed up all sexy?

   We finally drifted off to sleep together but, in the middle of the
night, Kate woke up me up gently.  "Trace, you were thrashing about and
moaning; what's wrong, love?  Was it a nightmare?"

   "Oh G-god!" Although it was warm as toast in Kate's bed, my teeth were
chattering with fear.  "It was that bastard Shane again.  It was
horrible..."

   "Come here, love", she cooed, and took me in her arms.

   "What time is it, Kate?" I asked, wondering how long it was until dawn
and wanting desperately for it to arrive.

   She looked over my shoulder at the bedside clock.  "It's three o'clock,
Trace, but hush, now.  I've got you, love".  She held me close and stroked
my back and my hair until I stopped shivering.  "Now, turn over and curl up
and I'll curl up round you so you'll be safe".

   "Yes, Kate.  Goodnight.  Thanks".  I did as she told me and we lay there
like spoons with Kate's arms round my waist.  She dropped off to sleep
almost immediately, and I drifted off more slowly.

   When I was almost asleep, Kate's right hand came up to my little breast.

   I half-surfaced as my nipple rose under her hand, and awoke fully as her
other hand slipped up to my left breast.  I could tell by Kate's shallow,
even breathing that she was still asleep, but I was now well awake and,
indeed, aroused.  I very cautiously raised the hem of my (well, Kate's)
nightie, and stealthily slid my hand down my tummy.  I had been very close
to coming when Shane...  I quickly censored the next bit, and returned to
the delightful sensation in my breasts, and the feel of Kate's erect
nipples against my back.

   I ran my hand over my bush and on to my cunny-lips and stroked myself
very gently.  I needed to come, but I didn't want to wake Kate.  It was
very exciting doing it so slowly and carefully, and it was a delightful age
before I had a long and totally fulfilling orgasm, as quietly as was
humanly possible.  You could have knocked me down with a feather when Kate
playfully squeezed my tits and whispered, "Nice come, Trace, lover?"

   "Wha...  I thought you were asleep..." I stuttered.

   "I was", she giggled, "but when you started wiggling it woke me up.  I
thought you were having another nightmare, but when I realised I had my
hands on your breasts and I could hear your heavy breathing..."

   "Damn, Kate, I was trying to be so quiet.  I thought I hardly moved.  I
feel so embarrassed..." I was.  I thought I'd been so careful.

   "So, was it a good come?" Kate insisted, still gently stroking my
nipples.

   "Yes, Kate, it was lovely; really slow and gentle, like", I murmured.

   "My turn now, Trace", she laughed, turning away from me.  "Hold my
boobies, like I did to you".

   I wasn't sure I should; I mean, it seemed a bit lezzie, like, but I owed
Kate for an awful lot; not least, the marvellous orgasm I'd just had.

   "Yes, Kate, lover", I whispered, and turned to snuggle against her back.
I took her bosoms in my hands; the first time I'd ever touched another girl
sexually.  They were fuller than mine, although still immature, and her
nipples were as hard as little pebbles.  I couldn't resist the temptation
to squeeze and play with them, and Kate wiggled her perfect bum against me
in appreciation.  I realised, with a shock, that I hadn't rearranged my
nightdress and that I was still naked from the waist down.  My semi-nudity
became all the more obvious when Kate lifted the hem of her nightie up to
waist level.  I could feel her bum against my tummy, with just the
slightest pressure on my little bush.  I felt it twitch as she started to
touch herself.  Very soon she was gasping and wriggling so much that I had
to hold her to me with a firm grasp on her boobies.  I was rubbing my
crotch against her right buttock and that, combined with the sensation as I
chafed my nipples against Kate's back had me nearly there myself.

   "Together, Kate, please", I whispered.

   "Together, Trace, love", she murmured.

   It was, or as near as a toucher.  Kate restrained herself until I
gasped, "Yes, now, Kate, NOW!" Then her hand went in to vigorous action and
we shuddered to climax together.  I was totally satisfied, full of love and
relaxation; later, I might worry about where this was going but, for now,
that would do.

   "It was together, Kate".

   "Together, Trace".

   Now, I cuddled her and we drifted off to sleep.  Neither of us felt the
need to cover ourselves up.

   Kate's mum, bless her, let us sleep in next morning, which meant that,
by the time we got up, the room didn't have too strong an aroma of aroused
teenage girl.  Kate threw off the covers and we looked down at our
half-clothed bodies, with our nicely contrasting pubic puffs.  I was a bit
shy, but Kate rolled over on to me and gave me a long and loving kiss.

   "It's all right, Trace, we're not lesbians - at least I'm not", she
laughed.  More seriously, she asked.  "How are you feeling this morning,
lover?"

   I thought about it.  "Surprisingly good, Kate", I smiled, "But a bit
sore".

   Kate gave me an affectionate hug.  "Not surprised, Trace.  I lost count;
four, was it?"

   I nodded shyly.  "Seriously, though, Kate, thanks everso for everything.

   You were a star".

   "Well, if I couldn't help my best friend...  Are you up for Jack's place
tomorrow?"

   "Don't know, love.  Can I let you know later?  You can go on your own if
you like".

   "No way, Trace.  Firstly, I wouldn't feel the same without you joining
in and secondly, after last night I wouldn't feel safe.  I was half-joking
about you taking care of me but I'm deadly serious now".

   We hugged again.  Last night's trauma was going to take a long time to
repair.  Thank God we had each other!  Feeling our tummies and breasts
pressed together, I wondered if Kate had any more loving in mind, but she
rolled off me and said, "Fancy a shower?"

   We showered together, soaping each other's breasts, which was very
tingly, but we were still wary of going any further.

   I borrowed a sweater and skirt from Kate.  They were a bit large on me,
but it would be some time before I felt confident enough to wear that dress
again.  Her Mum cooked us a hearty breakfast, and I gave mine a heavily
censored report on last night.  I let her get cross about an imaginary
hangover and sympathetic about an imaginary cold.  After listening
patiently for at least half an hour to her lecture on young girls and what
they did (and more important, didn't) in her day, I got her permission to
do my homework at Kate's.

   I ended up having lunch there as well; by the time I went home for tea,
I was feeling very much better.  I think Mum was surprised by how bouncy I
was; on reflection, so was I.  I went to bed very early, having phoned Kate
to confirm that we would visit Jack tomorrow, and spent a minute or so
admiring my nude pictures of her and myself.

   I slept quite well but, when I did wake up for a pee, I wished I had
Kate with me.  Even my own bed seemed that little bit scarier after
Saturday night.

   Chapter 8 Another Monday

   On the bus into school, I sat with Kate as usual, but somehow I felt
differently about being snuggled up to her after our experiences the day
before.  I wondered again if I was turning into a lesbian, but it didn't
seem to bother her, so I relaxed and enjoyed it.

   On the way back that evening, we were more interested in what we would
be doing at Jack's.  Kate asked me if I was content just to watch and play
with myself.  She generously offered to share Jack with me, but didn't push
it when I went all coy on her.  Actually, I was wondering if Jack would
share Kate with me, but didn't like to say so.  Still, it was something to
think about; I couldn't be a voyeuse for ever, could I?

   When we did our little two-bus shuffle and arrived at Jack's door, I
found myself even more nervous that the first time.  I hadn't been near a
man since that awful Saturday night and, to my surprise, I was almost
shaking when he greeted us at the door.

   I thought he hadn't noticed, but I was wrong.  After he'd sat us down in
front of a couple of Diet Cokes, he turned to me and asked, "Well, Tracy,
my babber, what's got you so discombobulated?"

   "What do you mean, Jack?" I bluffed, but the tremble in my voice gave me
away.

   "Come on, my love, I wasn't born yesterday.  You don't have to tell me
if you don't want to, but you can't fool and old 'un like me."

   "Well, I had a really bad experience on Saturday, and...  Oh, you tell
him, Trace." I was too choked to continue.

   So she did.  Jack listened intently, and when she got to Shane's
attempted rape, his fists clenched, and he looked at me with real sympathy.

   When she described the kicking she and Dave had given him, an almost
imperceptible smile came to his lips.  Tracey stopped her tale with our
arrival at her house, to my relief.

   Jack turned to me and asked, "Do you want me to finish the job on the
bastard?  I will, if you want."

   "What do you mean, Jack?" Although I think I'd guessed.

   "I've got a couple of well-hard mates who'd be happy to help me make
sure he never tries anything like that again."

   I saw a side of Jack that I didn't know existed.  If I'd seen that side
first off you wouldn't have seen me for dust, but I'd seen a much gentler
man by now.  "No, thanks for the offer, Jack, but I think he's learnt his
lesson."

   "OK, flower, but if you change your mind or if he gets up to his tricks
again, you know who to ask.  Are you sure you want to play today?  I'll
understand if you don't want to."

   "No, Jack, I'm up for it; it's like getting back on your bike after a
fall..." I even managed a smile.

   "Come on then, my babbers, shall we go to bed?" He encouraged us.

   "Yes, come on Trace." Kate sounded impatient to get started, but then
she usually was.

   As before, we went into the bathroom to shower together, but we'd
stopped being shy about each other's bodies by now.  We showed ourselves
off to each other, enjoying our contrasting little bushes, and soaped each
other's little boobs.  This time we remembered Sunday morning, and stroked
and pinched each other's nipples.  As she stroked mine, Kate noticed the
direction of my glance.

   "Go on, Trace, you know you want to", she giggled.

   I did.  My hand slipped down to stroke her golden kitten-fur and I felt
her fingers ruffling mine.  I was about to reach a little lower, but Kate
pulled away and whispered, "Not just now, Trace.  We've got to leave some
for Jack."

   "Yes, Kate", I muttered, although I'd completely forgotten about Jack.

   All I wanted to do there and then was to fondle and be fondled by my
school friend.

   In the bedroom, I started to dress in my school uniform, but Kate put
her hand on my arm.  "No, Trace, let's give Jack a surprise."

   "Uh?" I said, wittily.

   "Yes, we don't want to do the same every time.  I had an idea to bring
some sexy underwear to show him, but after Saturday, maybe we'll save that
for later."

   "You mean you want me to sit there..."

   "That's right, lover, nude.  You're not ashamed of your body, are you? I
reckon it's beautiful; it'd be a shame to hide it away."

   As she looked me over, I suddenly felt that it might to nice to be the
watched, not the watcher, for once.  "All right, love, but don't make me do
anything..."

   I didn't get the chance to answer, as Kate took me in her arms and
kissed me full on the lips.  "Of course not, Trace, lover.  I'd never make
you do anything, you know that.  You sit over there and I'll call Jack."

   As she did, I sat on the chair, legs together very modestly, while Kate
arranged herself languidly across the bed, with arms and legs akimbo.

   As Jack came in, naked himself, he saw me first and whistled softly.

   "You'm beauteous, Tracey, my lover." Then he saw Kate and whistled
again.

   "Now, there's a sight to get an old man's juices flowing, young Kate."

   He knelt by the bed to kiss Kate on her lips and then trailed his mouth
down her body, paying attention to both her nearly grown breasts and to her
navel.  He was about to go lower, but Kate pulled him back to her mouth.

   She whispered something I couldn't catch, but then Jack looked at me
questioningly and I guessed what she'd said.  I was surprised to find
myself mutely nodding my assent.

   Jack stood up and come over to me.  "Don't worry, Tracey, my dear; I'll
be gentle and I'll stop whenever you say."

   "Yes, Jack", I managed to get out.  "I trust you."

   He bent over me and kissed me on the lips, resting his hands on my
shoulders as I sat naked on the chair.  It felt strange, what with his
moustache and beard, and very different from Kate.  After a moment or two,
I decided I liked it, and kissed him back.  His hands slipped down to my
little boobs; I tensed a little and then relaxed as the pleasure flooded
through me.  His hands were rougher than Kate's, but he treated my breasts
and nipples as if they were very fragile and very precious.

   Then he let go of me and knelt at my feet.  I looked down at his grey
hair as he kissed my breasts in turn, and then sucked a nipple and rolled
the other between his fingers, which felt lovely.  As he swapped breasts I
heard a grunt from the bed and looked over Jack's head to see Kate starting
right at me and masturbating with a finger in her vagina.  I smiled back at
her, then gasped as Jack nibbled gently on a nipple.  Then his mouth headed
southwards to my navel as his hands caressed my pert little bum.  I
savoured it for a moment, then pushed his head away.  "I'm not ready for
any more at the moment, Jack, but that was lovely", I gasped.

   "It was good for me too, my lovely", he smiled, turning to see Kate's
performance.  " Kate's ready for a bit more herself, by the look of
things."

   She surely was.  Her knees were raised, her thighs were open, and her
hand was busy between them.  Jack knelt in front of her, but didn't remove
her hand.  I couldn't quite see what was happening, but Kate informatively
gasped, "He's licking my hand while I frig myself; ooh, I'm nearly there...

   Here it comes..."

   As Kate twitched and screamed her way to orgasm my thighs opened almost
without my knowing and my hand crept down between my legs.  I started
stroking my very excited and sopping little cunny.  I wasn't far from
coming myself when Kate recovered and whispered "Your turn, Jack.  Stand by
Tracey's chair."

   Jack did as he was told, and Kate arranged him to face me with his legs
between mine, which were already shaking with pleasure.  His huge (well,
it's the only one I'd ever seen up that close) erection pointed straight at
me.  Then she knelt in front of me, so I could feel and see her blonde hair
rubbing against my tummy and her neck against my inner thighs and the back
of my very active hand.  He bent his knees a little, to put his penis on a
level with Kate's mouth.  Leaning forward, I could see her kiss the tip and
then take it in and start sucking.

   That was too much for me, and I came, trapping my hand and Kate's neck
between my thighs.  Since she couldn't move for a moment, Jack started
pushing himself back and forward, in and out of Kate's mouth.  She let him
do this for a second or two, then pushed him away a few inches.  She rubbed
the back of her head against me and asked, "Do you want a taste, Trace?"

   Jack looked up at me hopefully and, in my post-orgasmic glow I heard
myself say, "Yes please, if you want to, Jack."

   "I do indeed, my dear", he growled, and straightened up to bring himself
within reach.  Kate crouched down between us and started stroking his
testicles.

   "Don't come in my mouth, mind, Jack", I warned.  I wasn't ready for that
yet, although Kate seemed to enjoy it.  I bent my head down to his penis
and kissed the tip.  It didn't taste too bad, so I took the head in my
mouth and started sucking.  I hardly had time to try anything more
adventurous before he pulled away saying, "Sorry, I'm nearly there, Tracy.

   I know you don't want me to come in your mouth..."

   Before I could say anything, Kate said, "I do though, Jack." She raised
her mouth to him and hauled on his hips to bring him down to her level.  In
moments, her mouth had the desired effect and I looked down between my legs
to see Kate take his semen into her mouth.  I thought she'd swallowed it,
but she stood up, turned, and kissed me full on the mouth.  When I opened
mine, she transferred a fair portion of Jack's come into it.  She wouldn't
let go and I had to swallow most of it.

   As I gazed up at her in total amazement, she said, "See, it's not so bad
to swallow, is it?"

   For a moment, I was literally speechless but, to be honest, it wasn't
too bad; maybe I could get used to it.

   Then she turned round, embraced Jack and in a stage whisper said, "I
think you owe Tracy.  She's done you and you haven't done her yet."

   "That's true, young Tracey.  Would you like me to go down on you?"

   I didn't say anything, but I'd seen how much Kate liked it, and I
thought it might be worth a try.  Kate skipped out of the way, and I opened
my thighs again as he knelt between them.  I felt his warm breath on my wet
and sensitive bits, as he kissed my spare black bush, and then the tip of
his tongue between my labia.  Without thinking, As I put a hand on his head
to draw him close I saw movement out of the corner of my left eye.  Kate
was standing beside me, wanking herself furiously.  I looked up at her as
she smiled at me, whispered, "You look so sexy like that" and stroked my
little breast with her left hand.

   By now, Jack's tongue was giving my clitoris the most delightful
going-over and I was beginning to think that cunnilingus is every bit as
good as Kate said.  With that, and the sensations in my left breast, I was
very near coming.  Then I felt Kate let go of my nipple and gently lead my
right hand to her crotch before returning to my breast.  I looked up and
Kate smiled as she pressed my fingers against her pink aroused labia.

   As my orgasm shook me, I felt my fingers being rubbed against Kate's
clitoris and did my best to co-operate with the motion.  Kate came seconds
after me, as Jack kept on until I had to push him away.  He looked up and,
seeing what Kate and I were at, laughed, "Looks like I'm a bit surplus to
requirements, my dears".

   "No, you're not, Jack", we said, almost together, and Kate added, as she
would, "You've got special equipment, after all."

   "It's a very pretty thing to see, anyway.  It's not often I get to see
two 14-year-old girls making it together".  I blushed, but Kate seemed to
take the compliment in her stride.

   "Well, thank you kindly, sir", she said.  "Next time round, I want to
make full use of that `special equipment', mind".

   "I'm sure I don't know what you mean", he said, but the twinkle in his
eye showed that he most certainly did.

   On the bus back home, though, Kate was unusually quiet.  "Look, Trace,
I'm sorry I made you do that in front of Jack", she apologised.

   "That's all right, Kate, I liked it, I think", I admitted.  "Can we do
it together some time?" There, I'd said it, and as Kate looked at me in
amazement, I licked the fingers of my right hand.  There wasn't much left
of Kate's flavour left, but the gesture had its effect.

   "Yes, I'd like that, Trace", she agreed when she'd resumed the power of
speech.  "How about mine after school tomorrow?"

   "How about the school toilets at break?"

   Kate's expression was a picture until she saw my grin, and we got off
the bus giggling like...  well, like schoolgirls!

   Chapter 9 Neighbours become Good Friends

   On the way into school next day and, indeed, on the way home, we were
much quieter than usual.  We were very aware of each other's bodies, and I,
for one, was soaking wet by the time we got off the bus after school.  We'd
arranged with our mothers that we would have tea at Kate's and do our
homework together.  Given that Kate's mum had to leave for her bingo at
seven, we'd have at least two hours alone together.

   Over tea, I was unusually quiet, and I had to convince her that I wasn't
sickening for something again.  The wait was agony for me and, I sensed,
for Kate.  We both started our homework as a distraction from what was to
come, and I read while Kate worked on her computer.

   At last, her mum left and we fell into each other's arms with a curious
mix of eagerness and nervousness.  Then Kate called me over to the
computer; I asked "Homework, at a time like this?"

   "Not homework, silly", she laughed, and showed my the montage she'd
created of our nude photographs.  We made a nice pair with Kate's more
rounded body and its blonde pubes, and my slimmer figure and darker bush,
both with fingers neatly inserted in our vaginas.

   "Ooh, nice", I murmured.

   "Nice, indeed".  Now shall we compare that with the real thing?" She
pointed at her full-length mirror.  "I'll strip for you, you strip for me,
and then we'll admire ourselves."

   She was as good as her word.  As I watched, she stripped from her school
blouse and skirt down to bra and knickers.  Then she slowly removed her bra
and caressed her rounded breasts, tweaking each nipple in turn.  Then she
slipped her hand into her knickers, stroked herself for a moment, and then
removed them very slowly.  As I watched open-mouthed, she slipped two
fingers inside herself.  "Your turn, Trace, love", she murmured, frigging
herself gently.

   I followed suit, and we stood facing each other's naked bodies, stroking
ourselves slowly.  Kate took me by the waist, and led me to the mirror,
replicating the pair on the computer screen.  We turned to face each other
and kissed passionately, a little voice in my head reminding me that the
last time we'd done this, I'd got a mouthful of semen.  I could feel her
erect nipples boring into my breasts, and I knew that Kate could feel the
same.

   She pulled back from the kiss and asked, "Do you fancy a shower?  I
certainly need one, and I want my cunny to be fresh for you when you...

   Well, you know..."

   I did, indeed.  I wasn't sure about it, but I'd loved having it done by
Jack and it would only be fair to repay the compliment.  Anyway, doing it
to Jack had been nowhere near as bad as I'd thought.

   "Yes, Kate, lover.  I need one as well.  It was true; I'd been
practically dripping all day."

   We walked to the shower with arms round each other's waists, kissing
every other step.  In the shower we carried on where we'd left off at
Jack's, soaping each other's breasts, paying special attention to the
nipples.  Then I lathered my hand with shower gel and ran it down to
shampoo her blonde kitten-fur.  This time, though, Kate didn't stop me, and
I carried on down to rub my fingers against her open lips.  I kissed her
deeply as I slipped my index finger inside her.  Before I could do any
more, she shuddered into orgasm with my tongue in her mouth and my finger
in her vagina.

   When Kate had come back to Earth, she whispered, "Thank you, Trace, that
was lovely.  Your turn, now." She mirrored my actions except that I came
almost before her finger found my entrance.  We clung together for love and
for support.

   "Mm, that was so good", I murmured.  Have you ever done it with a girl
before?"

   "No, love, but I think I might do it again", she smiled.  "Have you?"

   "No, Kate, but I'm hoping to do it again in about five minutes.  I can't
believe we've wasted 14 years - shall we make up for lost time?"

   We dried each other tenderly with perhaps rather more attention to
erogenous zones than was strictly necessary and, entwined together, entered
Kate's bedroom.  There were fresh flowers by the bed, a nice touch, and
everything had been done to make the room look welcoming; a far cry from
Kate's usual pigsty.  I wondered what her mum would make of it...

   I stopped wondering when Kate whispered, "Lie down, lover; your first go
this time."

   I lay on the bed, and Kate gently opened my legs and knelt between them.

   She kissed each breast in turn, and ran her mouth down to my navel and
below.  I watched as she kissed my pubic puff and closed my eyes in
pleasure as she separated my outer lips and kissed the sensitive flesh
between them.  I opened them again and looked down to see Kate's blonde
hair cascading over my lower tummy as she started to lick my inner lips.

   She had her hands on my buttocks pulling me up to her and I felt her
questing tongue enter my vagina.  I heard myself cry "Kate, Kate, that's it
- I'm nearly there, oh yes." I didn't think I could take much more of this
pleasure.

   Kate showed mercy.  She moved up a fraction and licked my clitoris;
after a couple of strokes the orgasm was on me, and everything went hazy.

   When I came to, she was lying beside me, holding me in her arms.  I
rolled over to kiss her and tasted myself on her lips; it was more pleasant
than I'd thought.  As I did so, she cuddled even closer and rubbed herself
against my thighs, like a cat (or, indeed, a pussy).

   It was my turn now.  After that pleasure, I was eager to do the same for
Kate; I tasted all right, so probably she did too.  "Lie back, love, I want
to taste you now."

   Kate laid down, legs open wide; shyness was never one of her problems.

   For the first time in my life, I saw a girl's cunny gaping open in front
of me.  I thought it looked complicated but pretty, rather like a rose.  I
knelt between her legs and made to kiss her breasts, but she said, "No,
Trace love.  I'm more than ready."

   She certainly was.  She pulled me down to her and I kissed her lower
lips.  The taste was much like mine and I thought I could easily get used
to it.  I held her open with my hands and licked her inner lips.  I wanted
to try putting my tongue in her vagina, but she was impatiently bouncing up
and down and gasping "Please, Trace, please make me come!"

   I found her clitoris with my tongue and took it between my lips as I
would her nipple.  The response was dramatic.  She gasped, "Yes Trace, oh
yes that's it!" and shuddered under me.  Her thighs closed around my head
and her hand pushed my face into her.  Then she twitched and relaxed.  By
the time she came to, I was snuggled up against her and we kissed in that
post-coital comfort that I'd read about in the kind of books Mum
disapproves of.  We could taste ourselves on each other and there was a
delicate aroma of girly sex in the room.  We slept for a while, but
fortunately woke up early enough not to be surprised by her mum.  Now that
would have been a disaster!

   Before we got dressed we lay and admired each other's bodies.  Neither
of us had any doubt that this was the first of many such trysts or that our
relationship had changed for ever.  As I walked the few yards to my house,
I wondered if we would put on a show for Jack.  Knowing Kate, I rather
thought we would.  To be honest, I was rather looking forward to it!

   Chapter 10 Recollection and Anticipation

   On the way to and from school next day we whispered to each other about
what we'd done and what else we could do.  Kate mentioned that we might
like to try a vibrator, and I worried again that we were turning into
lesbians, but Kate put me right on that score.  "I'm going to let Jack shag
me tomorrow; that should convince you I'm not a lezzie.  Do you want to
join in or just watch?"

   "I don't think I'm ready yet, Kate", I confessed.  "I'm still a virgin,
technically speaking, and I`m afraid Jack's thing would be much too big for
me".

   "You don't think you're smaller than me, do you?  After yesterday, you
should know", she giggled.

   "Yes, but I've never seen mine that close up, have I?"

   "True, Trace, but you've had your finger in both, haven't you?  Did
yours feel tighter than mine?  It felt much the same to me."

   "Shut up, Kate, you're making me come over all funny", I complained.

   She was; it was a major effort not to put my hand up my skirt in front
of a bus-load of schoolgirls.

   She returned to the theme on the bus next day, on our zigzag journey to
Jack's.  "Are you sure you don't want to do it with Jack, then, Trace?"

   "No, Kate, I'm sure - but I'd like to try something else."

   "What's that, lover?"

   "Well, Kate, I think I'm ready to have him, well, you know, come in my
mouth..."

   "Good for you, Trace.  How's about he shags me and then you suck him?"

   Kate was not one to beat about the bush...  Well, not verbally, anyway.

   "What about me?"

   "Well, I'm sure something can be arranged", she laughed.  "You'll
probably be frigging yourself while we do it, anyway."

   I could sense an extra expectancy in Jack when he welcomed us into his
lair and plied us with Diet Cokes.  Since Kate was almost beside herself
with lust and I was very nervous indeed, there was even more tension in the
air than on our first meeting.

   Upstairs, we stripped in record time and dashed for the shower.  As we
soaped ourselves, I made to stroke Kate's sweet little golden bush, but
after a second or so, she pushed me away.  "Sorry, Trace, but I'm so turned
on, I'll come as soon as I'm touched.  Let me stroke you, though."

   She was as good as her word, slipping two fingers into my sopping vagina
by way of making a point.  Soon, it was my turn to push Kate away, much to
her amusement.  We kissed passionately before drying each other and
entering Jack's bedroom.

   "Nude again today, I think, Trace", Kate suggested, lying on the bed,
arms outstretched and legs open.  "Perhaps full school uniform next time to
keep Jack on his toes..."

   "Sounds good to me", I laughed, from my usual position on the chair, but
with legs also stretched apart.  "JACK, we're ready!"

   So was Jack.  In a surprisingly short time, he was at the door, naked
and fully erect.  He took his time to admire our young bodies, and I was
pleased to see he gave mine as much attention as Kate's riper charms.  He
knelt down to kiss my cunny, which felt wonderful and then knelt at the
foot of the bed to do the same for Kate.  She enjoyed the feeling for a
moment but then whispered "No, Jack, I want you to make full use of that
equipment of yours".

   "It's at your disposal, my little Katie", he said, raising his face from
between her legs.  Do you want to go on top?  I'm a bit heavy for a
young'un like you".

   Jack lay on the bed, and Kate sat up on him, facing him, but with her
back to me.  I saw her reach behind her, take his cock in her hand, and
gently insert it in her vagina, with her bum raised off the bed.  Then she
let herself down slowly and impaled herself on it.  To my surprise, it
slipped right in, to a gasp of pleasure from Kate, and a satisfied grunt
from Jack.

   I already had my hand in my crotch and was stroking my labia, as Kate
leant forward and whispered something to Jack.  Then she sat up on him and
he took a perfectly fitting breast in each hand.  Kate started pumping up
and down and I could see his penis gleaming with moisture at the top of
each stroke.

   Despite what she'd said, I hadn't realised just how close Kate had been
to coming in the shower.  I was still working on myself (I hadn't even
started on my little clitoris) when Kate screamed out her orgasm.  Her bum
convulsed up and down a couple of times, and she leaned forward to hug
Jack. Then, to my surprise, she rolled off him and called "Come on, Trace,
here's your chance."

   I was baffled for a second, then she pointed to her lips and Jack's cock
and I understood.  I hesitated for a moment but Jack, and even more so
Jack's cock, clearly couldn't wait.  I knelt between his legs and took the
latter in my mouth.  It tasted deliciously of Kate, which turned me on
immensely, and Jack pistoned his cock up and down as I sucked furiously.

   Jack was already gasping when I felt slim fingers in my vagina, which
could only have been Kate's.

   In that moment of distraction, Jack spurted in my mouth.  He must have
pumped three or four shots into me and, although I already knew the taste,
I was surprised by the volume and the force of his ejaculation.  I tried to
swallow as much as possible, but some of it ran down my chin.  Jack pulled
me down to him, and I lay with my head on his tummy, looking at his
shrinking cock just inches from my face.

   As I did so, Kate's fingers quickened their pace, filling my vagina
completely, and my orgasm was on me.  As I gasped and squirmed against him,
Jack stroked my hair lovingly.  By the time I'd descended, Jack's penis was
beginning to come to life again, hardly surprisingly given the show that
Kate and I had put on.  I turned my head and kissed the tip, which
immediately caused the beast to rear up, so I very daringly licked the base
and reached up to stroke his testicles.

   Not to be left out, Kate came round the bed and knelt to take the tip in
her mouth.  She let him go for a moment to say, "Go on Trace, you wank him
off into my mouth.  You'd like that, wouldn't you Jack."

   His grunt could only be taken as assent so, as Kate sucked on the tip, I
stroked up and down the shaft.  I must have been too gentle, because he
gasped "Harder, please, harder..." I did, although I wondered if I was
hurting him from his groans, but then his bum lifted off the bed and I saw
Kate swallowing.  I wasn't sure when to stop, but Kate was more experienced
about these things, and removed my hand when his moans of pleasure turned
into gasps of agony.

   Kate gave his cock a last kiss, and, with our faces so close together, I
couldn't help noticing she hadn't missed any.

   "How did you manage to swallow it all?" I wondered.

   "Well, Trace, there's always less second time around.  You didn't do so
badly, though.  Let me clean you up."

   She did, licking Jack's come off my chin with every sign of pleasure.

   He seemed to enjoy the sight, and Little Jack showed signs of life yet
again.

   "Sorry, Jack, that's your lot", Kate laughed.  "Rehearsal's over".

   After we'd dressed and made our farewells, we walked back to the bus
stop, where Kate confided "You're not so small after all, Trace."

   "What do you mean, Kate?"

   "I had three fingers in you just now and you seemed to quite like it..."

   Incredibly, after all we'd done that evening, I actually blushed!

   Chapter 11 A Lucky Escape

   Next day, Friday, we nearly blew it totally.

   I invited Kate round to do homework with me; my mum had a works social
that evening, so we'd have the house to ourselves until we went out on the
town.  As before the time up to seven o'clock went excruciatingly slowly.

   Kate whispered that she'd leap on me and ravish me as soon as Mum left,
and she was as good as her word.  We didn't even wait to go to my bedroom.
In the middle of my living-room, she tore down my knickers down and thrust
two fingers inside my very excited little cunny.  At which point, the key
turned in the front-door lock.  I stood paralysed, knickers round my ankles
and skirt up round my waist.  Kate, as ever, was a star.  After the
briefest survey of the room, she swept up a ticket from the mantelpiece,
strode into the hall, and presented it, left-handed, to Mum.

   "Your ticket, I believe, Mrs *****?"

   "Well, thank you, Kate.  How on Earth did you know that was what I'd
forgotten?"

   "I saw it on the mantelpiece just as you left, and I was on my way call
you back", she lied smoothly.

   "Thanks ever so, Kate.  Bye, Tracey, must rush."

   "I managed to stammer out a "Bye, Mum", as the door shut behind her.

   "That was amazing, Kate.  I don't know how you do it".  I didn't, and
don't.  I reckon if the Archbishop of Canterbury was to find her naked in
bed with two scaffolders and an Alsatian bitch, she'd still manage to
explain it away (and no, guys, that's NOT the plot of the next chapter!)
Kate grinned at me and said, "give us a twirl, Trace".

   Baffled, I did as she said and Kate's laughter informed me that, in my
haste, I'd neatly pulled my knickers up over the back of my skirt.  Kate
stopped laughing when she saw that I was upset and shaking, and she hugged
me to her and kissed me very gently.

   Still holding me tight, she murmured, "It's all right, Trace, love, she
didn't notice anything.  Next time you're caught with your knickers down,
don't try to pull them up in a hurry.  Kick them under the furniture and
try to look innocent".  I'm sure she spoke from experience, but I wasn't
sure I could ever be that cool.  Still, at least I had Kate to protect me
now.

   I relaxed in her arms and, when she felt that I was recovered enough,
she asked "did you notice I gave your Mum the invitation left-handed?"

   I looked at her, baffled once again.  For answer, she slipped two
fingers into my mouth and whispered, "wouldn't have done for your Mum to
smell that delicious smell."

   Every girl knows how her cunny tastes from the first time she
masturbates, which in my case was as far back as I can remember, and
probably even further.  Either she licks her fingers out of curiosity or
just to provide further lubrication.  Still, it's very different to taste
yourself unexpectedly on your best friend's fingers.  I wondered if I was
really a lesbian and, at that very moment, decided that Monday would be The
Day when I went all the way with Jack.

   Curiously, the thought turned me on to Kate, and I sucked her fingers as
erotically as I'd sucked Jack's cock.

   "Take me to bed", I whispered.  "That tasted lovely, but not as lovely
as you".

   Kate finished undressing me, taking her time, and slid my knickers
gently down my legs as she knelt in front of me.  She kissed me on my neat
black powderpuff and then on my cunny-lips.  Then she stood up, kissing me
on the lips to give me another taste of my very excited self.  I did the
same to her, paying special attention to her lovely blonde pubes, of which
I was, if truth be told, just a little jealous.

   Kate suggested we tried position 69, or soixante-neuf to be posh, but we
really couldn't seem to get it right.  Whenever one of us was going well,
the other seemed to get a crick in the neck or to be at just the wrong
angle.  In the end, Kate started giggling between my legs and these things,
as is well known, are infectious.  She turned round, and we giggled and
kissed at the same end of the bed; the foot, as it happened.

   "It never works when I try it with boys, either", she confessed.  "I
used to think it was because they didn't like my cunny, but I guess you
have to RTFM".

   "Or indeed RT69M", I giggled.  "And how could anybody possibly not like
your cunny?  Turn round the right way, and I'll show you how much I like
it".

   She did, and soon Kate was gasping out her first orgasm of the night.

   Then it was my turn and, I don't know if it was reaction to my previous
fright, but I had my best come for ages.  Kate had to fight her way out of
my crotch to draw breath, and I don't know which of us was gasping more
strenuously for air.

   Then she kissed my clitoris again and said "Let's see just how small
that lovely little cunny is..."

   She started with one finger and her tongue but, by the time I gasped out
my second orgasm, my vagina felt deliciously full as Kate pounded away at
me.  As I surfaced, Kate held up FOUR fingers for me to lick clean.

   When I'd scrupulously performed that task, I whispered "Bring on Jack,
I'm ready".

   Kate laughed and said, "My turn first, Trace, lover."

   I returned her compliment, using my fingers as Kate had on me.  I
remember she winced a bit when I added the fourth finger, which surprised
me, given that she'd been doing it with boys for two years to my knowledge.

   Still, her second come was every bit as overwhelming as her first, and
she licked herself off my fingers with every bit as much enthusiasm as I
had her.

   When we went out that night, we only flirted with the boys we met, in
between girly giggling about our evening's activities.  I knew I was a bit
sore, and so was Kate by the way she walked but, anyway, we were really
satisfied by what we'd done together.

   We didn't get to see much of each other over the weekend, what with City
being away, and both our mothers having indescribably boring things for us
to do.  On Sunday, we did get one passionate five-minute snog at Kate's
when I returned a book she'd `accidentally' left at mine, but even Kate
wasn't going to risk the full works with her mother in the next room.  She
gave me one bit of information in that brief time, though.  The very first
time they'd talked on their mobiles, Jack had assured her that he'd had the
Snip.  Now, I knew that Kate was on the Pill, but she'd still taken the
trouble to check him out.  Even then, she'd lined him up as my first Man.

   Chapter 12 The Day

   That Monday was the day I stopped being a Little Girl and became a
Woman. Yes, I know, that's all impossibly romantic, but I did really feel
like that.  On the bus home from school I was alternately silently worried
and giggling like said Little Girl.  Kate, as always when I was upset, was
a tower of strength.  "I've got a rather special idea for us tonight", she
whispered.  "When Jack comes in, we'll be two lesbian schoolgirls in our
uniforms.  When we leave, you'll be a grown woman".  And that's how we
arranged it.  After our Cokes and our shower, with the usual delightful
fondlings, we dressed in our school uniforms, but with our knickers round
our ankles.  I lay on the bed with my skirt up over my waist and Kate knelt
with her face buried in my cunny.  She had her skirt hiked up and her hand
at her fork, with two fingers inside herself, with her back towards the
door to let Jack see exactly what she was doing.

   I called Jack, who gasped when he saw us.  Used as he was to our antics,
the sight must have fed his deepest fantasies, but he hesitated before
touching us.  Kate lifted her face from my crotch without removing her
fingers from hers and said, "Hello, Jack, I'm just warming up young Trace
for you.  It's time she had a man properly".

   Jack stared at me askance and I just smiled and nodded.  "Undress me,
Jack, then make love to me".

   He took my clothes off with the gentleness that I'd noticed before (I've
discovered since that it's often the biggest men who have that quality).

   He kissed each part of me as it was exposed, paying special attention to
my little breasts, then removed my knickers from my ankles and laid them
gently beside me.

   He knelt down between my legs and kissed my cunny then raised his head,
looked into my eyes and asked, "Do you want to go on top, Tracey, lover.

   It'll be easier for your first time".

   I smiled and nodded, and he lay back and I mounted him as I'd seen Kate
do earlier, although I wasn't really quite sure what to do next.  Before my
ignorance became apparent, I felt Kate's arm around me.  "Lift up, Trace,
love.  That's it - now I'll just slip this in there..."

   I felt a warm intrusion in my vagina as she inserted the tip of his
cock. With Kate's arm around me and Jack's fingers gently stroking my
nipples, I felt too secure to be scared.

   "Now, gently lower yourself down on to Jack", Kate instructed.

   I did and, to my amazement, I felt the warm firmness of it slip right up
inside me.  It felt even better than Kate's fingers, and that had been
wonderful.

   "Now, move yourself up and down slowly, Trace".  But there was no need -
I felt like I'd been doing this all my life.  It was wonderful, and when
Jack grunted "Hold on, Tracey, darling, I'm almost there", I laughed "So am
I, Jack, oh yes - here it comes!"

   It was as close as a toucher, as they say in these parts, and we clung
on to each other as we came together.  The feel of his hot semen filling up
my insides was everything I'd expected and more.  When I came to, I looked
for Kate; I suppose I expected her to be masturbating as she watched.  In
fact, she was watching with an expression of pure delight on her face and
her hands barely fondling her breasts.

   She lay beside us and kissed us both, but with special attention to me.

   "Was your first time really good, Trace?  I really wanted it to be. 
Mine was awful, and I wanted to be sure you didn't go through the same". 
She told me about it later, but you really don't want to know.  Suffice it
to say that it explains why some women are put of sex (at least the hetero
variety) for life.

   "Yes, thank you, Kate, thank you, Jack.  It was wonderful.  The best
thing ever..."

   Jack looked up at me and said, "Tracey, that's a real friend you've got
there.  Don't you ever let her down."

   I wouldn't.  By way of reward for her kindness I said, "Jack, when
you've recovered, can you do the same for Kate.  She deserves it".

   "I'm not sure, my babbers.  I'm not as young as I was, and it might take
a while".

   It didn't.  What with being sucked and fondled by two schoolgirls, one
naked and one in full uniform, although admittedly with the knickers round
her ankles, he was up again in short order.  Kate got up on him thusly
dressed and he enjoyed what he admitted had been a lifetime's fantasy.

   Kate seemed to have quite a good time, too.

   It was on the way back to the bus that Kate admitted that, on Friday,
she'd only used three fingers on me, but had held up four to give me
confidence with my first man.  Typical Kate!  Mind you, she'd paid for it
when I responded in what I thought was fair exchange.

   That was really the end of my adolescence.  If I tell my story further,
it will be as an adult rather than as a child.  You see, I'm no longer the
`voyeuse', or watcher who started this story.  I'm a doer, or as they say,
a `goer'.  I still enjoy sharing my sex life with Kate, but now we watch
each other take our pleasures; I'm no longer just a spectator.

   FOOTNOTE: Four years later, Kate and I are now legal, if not
responsible, adults but we're still inseparable.  We've both learned to
appreciate men, but that still doesn't stop us enjoying each other when the
opportunity presents.  We're both hoping to go to go to Felpersham
University.  The thought of sharing a flat is plenty enough incentive to
get the grades we need.
We haven't forgotten Jack.  However he old he gets, we will still be
there to make the occasional visit.  Kate has stashed away a full set of
school uniform, just in case he needs that to get it up when he's really
old.  I must say that he's in his sixties now and he doesn't seem to need
any artificial encouragement - just the sight of Kate's finger in my cunny

seems to wake him up.

   Chapter 13 A Rude Awakening

   It all started with a dull thud that shocked my head up from its
exertions between Kate's trembling thighs.  My gaze travelled past her
golden bush, over the smooth plain of her firm young belly, between the
rounded hillocks of her breasts and rose to meet the fascinated wide-open
green eyes of Jan, our landlady's 12-year-old daughter.  At her feet lay a
weighty tome that had fallen from the nerveless fingers of her right hand.

   Her left bunched the flimsy material of her nightdress into her crotch.

   We stared into each other's eyes for an endless silent moment...  Kate
broke the spell by gasping "Don't stop, Trace.  I'm almost there.  Be fair,
you've had yours", as hands that had been stroking my hair tried to force
my mouth back down onto her overheated cunny.  I pushed them away with some
difficulty (Kate's stronger than she looks).

   "K-Kate", I stuttered, "we've got company".

   She reluctantly gave up her attempt to smother me in her pussy and
rolled over on the bed, partly for modesty and partly to get a look at the
intruder.  As she raised her head to confront Jan, the young girl bent to
retrieve the fallen book.  She offered it in a masterpiece of British
understatement, "I've brought your book back, Kate".

   Kate raised herself on one elbow, giving Jan a prime view of her
delicious and still very aroused breasts.  "Thank you, Jan", she smiled,
"but you might have knocked."

   "I d-did, and I thought I heard you say 'come in'.  I'm ever so
s-sorry..."

   Sorry or not, her left hand was still at her crotch, and her little
nipples were visibly erect under the white cotton.  I wondered to myself
just how long she'd been standing there...

   Kate being Kate, she took the plunge and giggled "Actually, I think what
I said was 'I'm coming' but I didn't - not quite..."

   Although stark naked, I was kneeling quite modestly on the far side of
the bed from young Jan, but I remember thinking "That's it, we're homeless
at the very least." Not for the first time in my young life, I'd
underestimated my friend and part-time lover.  Kate dropped the book
(Nabokov's 'Lolita', appropriately enough) and reached out her hand.  Jan
stepped forward to take it and let herself be led to our bedside.

   "Do you know what we were doing, Jan?" Kate whispered confidentially.

   "I think so", she ventured.  "Isn't it called 'c - cunnilinctus', I mean
like oral sex?"

   "Close enough, my babber.  Have you ever had it?"

   "No, never with a girl...  Well, not with a boy, either, really.  I mean
they've asked but I've always said 'No'."

   "What, you wouldn't let them do it to you?" Kate deliberately
misunderstood.

   "No, I mean they never asked that...  I mean they wanted me to do it to
them..." Jan's voice trailed off, and I noticed that Kate's index finger
was gently stroking her slim wrist.

   "Come and sit here on the bed", Kate motioned, pulling Jan down beside
her, putting an arm round her waist and resting her head against the thin
cotton covering her smooth thigh.  "Those boys don't know what they're
missing, love.  You saw how much I enjoyed Tracey doing it to me.  I bet
you enjoyed watching, too."

   Jan nodded shyly, tossing her long red hair.

   "Would you like Tracey to do it to you?"

   Jan nodded again, her blushes reaching even the nape of her neck, within
my field of view.

   My open-mouthed astonishment was wasted on those two delightful backs,
but I managed to summon sufficient eloquence to sputter out "W-what?"

   "I'd offer, myself, but Tracey is quite simply the best I've ever had."

   Pure flattery, of course, but I was still very turned on from our recent
session.  The idea of initiating a young girl into the delights of oral sex
had certain savour, as did Kate's cunny-juices on my lips.

   Without looking around to test my reaction, Kate stroked her little
buttocks through the nightdress and whispered "Take this off, my lover".

   As Jan lifted her bottom off the bed and peeled off her nightie, she
asked, "Are you lesbians, then?"

   "Not full-time, my dear", Kate giggled, "we're quite fond of boys - and
even of older men, to be fair." That was undoubtedly true - we'd shared a
man in his sixties for four years and more.

   As I got to my feet with some difficulty, my legs having gone to sleep
as I knelt, I surveyed Kate's ripe 18 year old body as she sprawled
full-length, a sight that never failed to excite me.  Jan sat up rather
stiffly, her slim white back showing all the promise of youth.  I came
round the bed and stood over the seated youngster.  She stared up at my
raven-furred cunny as if she was about to perform on me, rather than I on
her.  I must admit that the thought didn't repel me.  I looked down at her
little body, bent down to kiss her very gently and whispered "You don't
have to if you don't want to."

   She kissed me back less expertly, but also less gently.  "Yes, please,
Tracey", she whispered.

   I kissed her more firmly and reached down to fondle her pointy little
breasts.  The russet nipples were rock- (well, pebble-) hard and my touch
evoked an indrawn gasp.  As I knelt, Kate's hand urged her thighs apart to
show me her little auburn bush and her, already very damp, neat pink lips.

   I kissed her belly-button and then ran my mouth down her tummy, while my
hands stroked their way up her inner thighs, gently parting them even more.

   By the time I reached, and kissed, her darling little bush I could smell
the gentle aroma of her excitement and feel her thighs twitching under my
hand.  She had her hands in my hair and I could feel the tension between
her desire to fend off the unknown and to drag my mouth down on to her for
the first time.

   It was Kate who whispered "Just relax, lover." She did, and opened just
that little bit wider.

   As my tongue touched those delicate lips, she gasped her pleasure, and I
remembered how Kate has tasted when she was almost as young.

   I'd meant to take my time, but the sights she'd seen and the hand that
had been at her crotch almost constantly since had had their effect.  Jan
was gasping almost as loud as had Kate as I ran my tongue up and down her
cleft.  Almost as soon as the tip touched her clitoris, she screamed out
her orgasm.  I was more than ready to give her a second come and started
licking her again, but she pushed me away gasping "No, no, Tracey, that's
enough - it was wonderful, though.  Thanks everso...".  She stroked my hair
as I gently kissed her bush again.

   As she came down to Earth, she felt the bed bouncing under her.  Looking
round to her right, she saw Kate lying face down with her bum arched up,
wanking furiously with her right hand, the other still stroking a little
buttock.

   "No, Kate, let me do that for you", Jan said, to my surprise.  "Turn
over, and I'll finish you off."

   I suspect that it was amazement rather than lust that stopped Kate in
her tracks, and she did as she was told, lying with legs apart and slightly
raised, with her fingers just millimetres away from her cunny, lest they be
needed at short notice.

   As sometimes happens at such moments, I had the idle thought that Jan
had twice in a quarter-hour frustrated Kate seconds from coming, something
I wouldn't have dared even once.

   Jan turned and lay on her front down beside Kate, and for a moment I
thought she was going to practice what she'd learnt from me.  Instead, she
put her left hand on Kate's belly and slipped her right under her leg and
on to her sopping cunny-lips.

   "Tell me if I'm doing it wrong", she instructed from the general area of
Kate's right thigh as she started to caress the older girl.

   We'll never know if she was doing it wrong because Kate was incapable of
criticism in the minute of so before she came.  I was still on my knees
watching in fascination, with my right hand firmly grasped between my
thighs, while my left stroked Jan's sweet little bum.  "I thought you'd
never been with a girl before!" I exclaimed in surprise, watching Kate gasp
and twitch as she came down from her peak.

   "I haven't", she laughed, "but it's just like doing it to yourself,
isn't it.  Was it nice, Kate?"

   Kate had just about recovered enough to admit that it was.

   "Shall we all snuggle together?" Jan suggested, and we arranged
ourselves the usual way round on the bed, for the first time that morning.

   We lay like spoons with Jan in the middle, and I was very conscious of
her nipples in my back and of her sparse bush tickling my back.  One arm
was tucked under me and resting on my belly, and the other gently cradled
my right breast.  Although Kate and Jan seemed quite content to sleep in
post-orgasmic bliss, it was quite a while since Kate's tongue had done the
same for me.  I'd seen some of the most erotic sights of my young life and
the flavour of two delicate cunnies in my mouth and on my lips didn't make
abstinence any easier.

   So as not to disturb my bedmates, who seemed well on the way to the Land
of Nod, I started stroking my clitty very gently with my left index finger.

   I was nearly there and I thought I was getting away with it, when I felt
a delicate touch on that busy finger.

   "I'm sorry, Tracey", Jan whispered in my ear, "We're dozing off here and
you haven't had a come.  Let me do it for you..."

   "Well, I did have one earlier..." Actually, it felt like several days
ago, so much had gone on since.  Accordingly, I lay on my back so Jan could
do me, as she had Kate.

   "Would you?  I mean, can I?  You know, like you did to me?" She stopped
when she saw the surprise on my face.

   I thought for a second, smiled and said, "I'd love it...  I mean, if you
really want to..."

   Kate was very silent, but I was sure she was watching, listening, and
very probably wanking as well.

   "You'll have to show me what to do, mind.  Shall I kneel by the bad like
you did?"

   "No need for that, love.  I'll open my legs like this, and you slip down
the bed and rest your head between them."

   "Like this?"

   "Yes, that's it.  Ooh, that's nice!" as she stroked my inner thighs with
her slim young fingers.  "Now, kiss me where you just stroked me.  That's
nice...  Now touch my lips with your tongue..."

   She hesitated for a moment, but then the penny dropped and she put her
tongue to my nether lips, making my bum lift off the bed with pleasure,
pushing myself into her face.

   "That's it, now lick me up and down...  Oh God yes, aah you've found my
clitty oh fuck yes!!" By now she was holding on manfully (OK - womanfully)
to my buttocks as if she'd been practising 'cunnilinctus' all her life.

   The little minx refused to let go and brought me off a second time,
which was very intense but a bit edgy.

   Fortunately, Kate had finished her exercises and hauled her off before
she could try for a hat-trick.

   Jan forestalled the obvious question.  "It's not that difficult, really.

   It's like masturbation, but with your tongue, not your finger." She was
clearly a natural...  "I thought I might not like it but you taste really
nice, Trace.  Can we cuddle now?"

   So we did.

   2 Introduction For those who haven't read my earlier story, let me
introduce myself.

   As you'll have gathered, my name is Tracey.  I am 18 years old,
dark-haired and slim.  Like my friend and flat-mate Kate, who's blond and
really lush, I'm in my first year at Felpersham University.  Our strongest
motivation for passing our A-levels was to go to uni, so we could live
together away from home.

   We've been friends since our first year at secondary school and lovers,
on and off, for four years now.  Don't get the idea that we're committed
lesbians, though; we've had lots of affairs with boys, sometimes at the
same time, and we've got a long-running thing going with Jack at home in
Borchester.  Jack's just turned sixty, but he's a brilliant lover; in fact
he was the first man I had full sex with, rather than just watching Kate.

   He cured me of my shyness, with a fair amount of help from Kate.

   We share a room in Mrs Jones' house, which initially caused a bit of
friction with her children.  Jan's brother Paul, who's a year older than
her, used to have this room, but he now shares with her.  It seems a bit
odd for brother and sister of that age to share, but since, like Kate, I'm
an only child, who am I to judge?  I presume there was once a Mr Jones, but
nobody talks about him.  Mrs Jones seems to be out of the house most of the
time, either working or at the bingo spending her earnings and our rent.

   That suits us just fine; until that Saturday morning we'd never been
disturbed and I guess we'd got a bit casual.  I think we just might lock
the door in future!

   3 Revelations No, not the story of the seven-horned beast, although the
horn does come into it.  The next morning, Sunday, I heard a knock on the
door and it opened tentatively after I had shouted "Come in!" twice.  Jan
bounced into our bedroom dressed in her plain white nightie, and looked
surprised at Kate's absence.  I explained that she'd gone out for a ride
with a boyfriend.  Knowing Kate, I had a pretty good idea what kind of ride
she had in mind - I wasn't jealous, I'd warmed her up for it when we woke
up.

   Jan obviously had news for me - I could tell by the twinkle in her eyes.

   "Come and lie here, Jan.  What have you got to tell me?"

   Not only did she come here - she slipped into bed with me and hugged me
with her mouth against my ear.  What she had to say shocked me rigid.

   "I did it last night, Tracey."

   "Did what, love?"

   "Oral sex - cunnilinctus - well, no, the other one..."

   "Actually, it's cunnilingus, Jan, and what do you mean, the other one?"

   "Oh, you know - fellatio?  Is that right?"

   "It is love, but who did you do it with?  I mean, you didn't go out.  Oh
- Jan!"

   "Yes, and he did it to me too.  It was lovely."

   "You had sex with your brother?"

   "Well, not the full thing, but we've been playing together for ages and
last night we did all that together."

   "Tell me about it, love."

   "Well, we were touching each other down there, you know, like we've been
doing..."

   My ghast was utterly flabbered.  Not having brothers, or even sisters,
this was new territory for me, and Kate hadn't any experience from which to
advise me.

   "No, I don't, Jan.  I'm an only child."

   "Oh, I'll tell you about it later.  Anyway, last night we were stroking
each other on Paul's bed and I told him what I'd seen you and Kate do that
morning.  It seemed to get him very excited."

   I bet it did.  I was turned right on listening to Jan's story and, being
still naked from 'playing' with Kate earlier, I turned to rub my cunny
against Jan's leg through her nightdress.

   "Then I told him what you did to me and I slowed my stroking right down
and whispered that I'd suck him if he'd lick me like you did.  He wasn't
sure, but I told him it tasted really nice when I did it to you, and his
willy made up his mind for him, I think.  He nodded and I asked if he
really really promised to do it to me and he said yes and begged me to do
it to him.

   "I bent over and took it in my mouth and it went a bit soft for a second
- I guess that was surprise.  Then he got really hard again and I stroked
him just a bit and he squirted his stuff into my mouth.  I knew it wouldn't
taste too bad because I'd tried it from my hand when he wasn't looking, but
I didn't know there'd be so much of it.  I tried to swallow it like they
say, but some of it went down my chin."

   By now, I'd practically got Jan's little thigh up inside me, and her
nightdress was soaking wet.  I unhooked myself from her and slipped it off
over her head, taking the opportunity to note that her nipples were as hard
as mine.  We snuggled together, taking the opportunity to arrange maximum
friction on our sensitive parts.

   "Did he keep his promise?" I asked, with as much cool as I could muster.

   "Yes, Jan.  At least, he did after he'd stopped gasping and wiggling.

   He admitted he had no idea how to do it though, so I told him to kneel
down by the bed like you did for me.  I sat on the edge of the bed and
opened my legs and pushed his head down between them.  I told him it's just
like masturbation only with your tongue and he got the idea really quickly.
He knows my cunny really well from playing and it was really nice and I had
a lovely come.  It seemed specially exciting knowing it was my brother
licking me out..."

   "I bet it was, love.  Better than me?"

   "Oh no, Tracey, that was extra special...  Oh, you're teasing me aren't
you?"

   "Yes, dear, sorry."

   "Do you want me to tell you how we got started?"

   "In a moment, love.  Right now, I'm too excited to hear any more.  I'm
going to shag your brains out."

   "What, oh...  yes..."

   There was nothing sophisticated about our love-making this time.  We
were already halfway there through rubbing against each other's thighs.  We
just ran our hands between each other's legs and wanked each other
furiously.  We came almost together and lay in each other's arms for a few
minutes while we recovered.

   "NOW you can tell me, Jan."

   4.  Jan's Story I'll relate Jan's story now as she told me, to avoid
lots of quotation marks and flashbacks.

   You know Paul and me have shared a room since Mum started taking in
students, Tracey?  Well, it started about a year ago, when I was 11 and
Paul was 12.  One night, I'd been reading a naughty bit of chick-lit in my
bedroom, and it had me quite excited.  I undressed and changed into my
nightie, as I always do, knowing that Paul follows about a quarter-hour
later.  He changes into his pyjamas in the bathroom for privacy.  Mum had
already gone out to her bingo, and you and Kate were out on the town.

   I was stroking myself under the sheets and thinking about what I'd read
when Paul came to bed, leaving the light off as usual.  We both knew that
the other one masturbated, although we pretended not to.  I'd pretended to
be asleep while he did himself and came, gasping into the pillow to muffle
his sounds.  I even got to recognise the cornflour smell of his semen.  I'm
sure he did the same; when I first started doing it, At first, I'd try to
finish before he came to bed, but later I found it more exciting to imagine
him listening.

   That night, though, I was almost there when he lay down and I must have
been making more noise than usual because he asked "You all right, sis?"

   "Y-yes", I managed to gasp, knowing that just a few more strokes would
do it, but afraid to let him hear me so openly.

   "Go on, sis, I know what you're doing.  I do it too, you know..."

   "I know..." I simply couldn't resist the invitation and my fingers
started working furiously.  "Ooh yes, that's good, I'm coming..."

   As soon as I'd stopped coming, I realised what I'd done; I'd masturbated
in front of my brother.  It was a good thing the lights were off, because I
could feel my cheeks blushing bright red.  I'm surprised they didn't light
up the room.

   "You listen when I do it?" Paul asked.  "Would you like to listen now?"

   Paul must have taken my grunt for a 'Yes', because I heard his bed creak
and, in the dim light from the window, I could see the blankets move above
his tummy.

   "Can you hear me wanking, sis?" He asked.

   This time, I actually managed to get out a real 'Yes'.

   "Do it with me, sis."

   He was too late.  I was already stroking myself and squeezing a breast
with my free hand.  I'd just discovered how to play with my nipples and it
felt really good.  "Yes, Paul, I'm doing it", I gasped.

   Paul was breathing heavily by now.  "Good girl", he grunted.  "I'm
rubbing my cock really hard now - it feels really good.  Tell me what
you're doing..."

   "I'm pinching my nipple and stroking myself down there; it feels everso
nice."

   "Is your pussy wet, sis?" Paul read far too much American porn on the
internet.

   "Yes, very wet.  Paul, I don't think I can wait much longer..."

   "Yes, sis, I'm nearly there.  Ooh, here it comes..."

   Paul's bedclothes were bouncing up and down and I was working on my
button with two fingers.  "Paul, here I come.  Oh, yes, that's it..."

   Over the aroma of my very excited self, I could smell Paul's stuff, the
more strongly when he kicked off his duvet.  I could dimly see his naked
body in the half-light.

   "Let me see you, sis..."

   I rolled the duvet off my bed and lay, naked from the waist down for my
brother's inspection in the gloom.

   "All of you, sis, please."

   Shyly, I hitched my nightie up to my chin to reveal my little breasts. I
knew that they felt good when I played with them, but I still found it hard
to believe that anyone would want to see them.  I was still too shy to take
it right off, which was silly, I suppose.

   "Can I put my bedside light on, Jan?"

   That was a change.  He hadn't called me anything but 'sis' for years and
years.  I think that's what persuaded me to overcome my shyness and say
'Yes'.  With his light on, I could see his body as I hadn't since we used
to bath together when we were little.  He had a bit more hair than then,
not much more, mind.  What caught my eye wasn't that, but his erect penis.

   I suppose it was about four inches long but, to my inexperienced eye, it
looked huge and quite beautiful.  I was fascinated by it and I breathed in
sharply, like a disbelieving plumber.

   "And yours, Jan..."

   "I don't know, Paul." I wanted to but I was afraid that he wouldn't like
me.

   "Come on, sis, be fair, you've seen me."

   I thought for a moment, then I smiled, peeled off my nightie and rolled
over to switch on my bedside lamp.  When I lay back again I heard my
brother whisper "Jan, you're beautiful."

   I looked down at my body as if for the first time.  Did he really think
those little breasts and my sparse sprinkling of auburn kitten-fur were
beautiful?  As if he read my mind, he pointed at his penis, which looked
even bigger and seemed to twitch before my eyes.  "You see, HE thinks
you're beautiful."

   Without me really thinking about it, my hand crept down my tummy.  Paul
noticed, though.  His hand kept pace with mine and soon he had a firm grasp
on his cock while I stroked my pussy.  This time, though, he didn't do
himself at the same time.  He watched intently as my fingers worked between
my legs and my left hand squeezed and teased my right breast.  It felt very
naughty and very sexy, having my brother watching me, well, wanking myself
off.

   It took longer than usual, because I was still a bit nervous.  When I
came, nearly flying off the bed, and telling him and myself how good it
felt, he smiled at me and said "that was lovely, Jan.  My turn now."

   He started by stroking himself very gently but soon his hand was a blur.

   He was groaning and I thought he must be hurting himself, rubbing that
hard.  Suddenly, white stuff spurted out of the end and he gasped "Yes, oh
fuck yes!" and sank back on the bed.

   "Are you all right, Paul?" Yes, I know, daft question...

   "Never better, Jan.  Have you never seen a boy come before?"

   "Never." I said truthfully.

   "Would you like to see it again?"

   "Y-yes."

   "Come over and lie by me."

   "We're not going to do THAT are we?  I mean it's not, well, safe..."

   "Of course not, silly.  Just come and lie here."

   He moved over and I lay beside him.

   "Now take him in your hand like I did."

   I did as I was told.  It felt warm and hard and soft at the same time,
sort of velvety and alive, like a small animal.  He didn't need to ask any
more.  I stroked him gently, which he seemed to like for a bit, but then he
gasped "Harder, harder!" I'd seen him do it but I was still a bit afraid of
breaking it.  He put his hand over mine to get the rhythm right and then
trusted me to do it on my own.

   I was really proud when he spurted over my hand and tummy and called out
my name, but I felt I had to make some protest.  "Ugh, you've got it all
over me."

   "You could lick it off, you know", he grinned.

   "Urrgghh, GROSS!" I pretended to throw up.  "Do girls really do that?"

   Curiosity had got the better of me.

   "Yes, it's called 'fellatio' or 'oral sex' - sometimes the girl swallows
when the boy comes", he declared.  As if he'd done it many times instead of
reading dirty stories off the Net.

   "Well, I'm never going to do it" I said, and was sure then that I
wouldn't.

   "Of course not, sis.  I was just saying, was all", and he rolled over
and cuddled me.  He didn't seem to mind that his stuff was getting on his
tummy from mine; I suppose he was used to it.

   Despite what I'd said, I was still very excited, and I could feel my
little nipples poking into his chest.  More to the point, so could he.  He
put both hands to my breasts and stroked them very gently; a bit too gently
for my taste, but I didn't complain.  I could feel his penis rising against
me and I thought for a second about how nice it would feel inside me.

   Instead, he slipped down the bed and took my left breast in his mouth
and sucked on my nipple and I'd never felt anything so good.  He moved over
to the right, and it was pure heaven.  I felt his hand slip down my tummy
and ruffle my little bit of fur, and then it was stroking my 'vulva' as
they say in sex-ed.  He was a bit rough, but it didn't matter; my bum was
bouncing up and down, and he lost contact a couple of times until he held
me down with his body and I had a lovely come in his arms.

   He kissed me - my first grown up kiss from MY BROTHER!  We lay and
hugged for a few minutes, then he shooed me off to bed.

   "Goodnight, Paul - we will do this again, won't we?"

   "Of course, sis, I mean Jan.  Whenever you want to.  Goodnight."

   I went to sleep almost straight away.  Almost - I licked my fingers, and
Paul's semen really didn't taste that bad.  Sort of a salty bitter sort of
taste.  "Hmm", I thought, as I drifted off.

   So, there you are, Tracey.  We've been playing with each other for
months, but last night was a bit special.

   5.  Consequences I had quite honestly never heard anything as strange
and exciting in my life.  I was already thinking about what I would do to
Kate while I told her how the youngsters in the room next door amused
themselves.  Also, with a warm and aroused 12-year-old next to me, I was
all ready for a bit more cuddling, if a bit sore.

   After a very pleasant while, Jan nibbled my earlobe and whispered, "I've
told you my story, now it's your turn".

   So I got Jan to snuggle in front of me with my hands on her perky
booblets and told her my life story, or at least the interesting bits.  I
toned down the scary bit, though, and I might have made Jack seem a teeny
bit younger that he really was.

   Jan's little bum, wiggling against my tummy, suggested that she was not
unmoved by my tale and she brought herself off with a surprising little
squeak as I told her of the day when I finally lost my virginity.

   "Mm..." she murmured, as she drifted down to Planet Earth.  "I wonder
when I'll lose mine.  Soon, I hope".

   "Tracey, could I ask you a favour?"

   "What's that, love?"

   Jan's next words practically shocked me out of bed.

   "Well, last night, after we'd done it a second time, just to make sure
we'd got it right, we lay and talked.  I said it was really unfair we
couldn't go all the way and Paul agreed.  Then he said he wished he'd seen
me and you girls making love and I had an idea, although I didn't tell him
then."

   "What was that, Jan?" Although I had a rough idea already.

   "Could Paul watch you and me?  Would you let him do you or Kate?  I know
you're both on the Pill..."

   "What?" I snapped, with more ire than I really felt.

   "I'm sorry", she whimpered, "but I did promise Paul that I'd ask.  It
was his idea..." She trailed off into silence.

   "It's all right, lover." I hugged her to show I meant it.  "I'm not sure
I'm up for it right now, though.  He's outside the door now, is he?" I
teased.  h "No, of course not!" Jan sounded shocked.  "Oh, you're teasing,
aren't you?"

   A squeeze of her breasts convinced her that I was.

   "No, Tracey, I was thinking that maybe the four of us could get together
some time..."

   "Well, I'll have to ask Kate." Kate MIGHT say "No", but I'd seen no pigs
fly past the window and last night's moon was conspicuously un-blue, so I
thought it unlikely.  I reckoned that the chance to introduce a young boy
to the joys of sex would be right up her street.  She'd be an excellent
teacher, as I could attest.

   If teenage boys are as virile as they say she should be in clover.  I
must admit that I wouldn't be averse to a bit myself.

   "OK, now off you go to get dressed, Jan." I nagged.  "I can't imagine
why we're lying in bed on a lovely morning like this."

   Jan turned over and gave me a passionate, if inexpert, kiss.

   "Thanks everso, Trace.  And it's OK if I tell Paul?"

   "Tell him it's up to Kate.  You should never let them think it's TOO
easy."

   "Them?  Oh, right.  Thanks again, Trace." She leapt out of bed, her slim
legs and backside making an arousing spectacle, particularly when she bent
to retrieve her nightdress.  With a wiggle, she bounced off to the bedroom
she shared with her brother.

   I wondered what might be waiting for her there, but I was too knackered
to do anything about it.  Despite what I'd told Jan, I took the chance to
roll over and get another half-hour's sleep.  I'd a feeling I was going to
need it.

   6.  The Wanderer Returns Kate got back from her ride at about six.  She
dragged me on to her bed and was all ready to arouse me with the tale of
her outdoor romp (does anyone other than a tabloid journalist use that
word?) For once, though, her tale was capped by mine.  She listened with
more than polite interest to what I'd done with Jan, and quite breathlessly
to what Jan had done with her brother.

   In fact, by the time I'd got to their discovery of oral sex, Kate was
very aroused indeed.  Her skirt was up around her waist and she was trying
to rub herself off against my thigh.  I took pity on her and slipped my
hand inside her knickers to give her the few strokes she needed.

   Rather sweetly, she offered to do me, but I declined on the grounds that
I'd had quite enough today.  This produced a worried look from Kate, as if
it was a completely new concept to her.

   The frown changed to a delighted grin when I put Paul's request to her.

   "Of course, Trace, that'd be really cool.  I've always had this fantasy
about giving a young boy his first shag.  I mean, I reckon I'm a good
teacher, aren't I, lover?"

   "Aren't you getting a bit ahead of yourself there, Kate?  I mean, who
said you'd get first crack at Paul?  Or do you think I'd be satisfied to
watch you two at it, with Jan for company?"

   "Oh, I'm sorry, Trace!  I mean, if you want to do Paul first..."

   "It's all right, lover.  You really are a good teacher - I'll vouch for
that, and I really like Jan.  I'm sure we'll think of something to keep us
occupied after Paul's done you.  And, after all, we can always swap second
time round."

   "if you're sure, Trace.  I mean, we could always toss for it..."

   "No, lover, that'll be fine.  Mind you, I think you owe me for your
presumption." I lay back and lifted my skirt.  "Now, if you'd like to
remove my knickers and lick me off, I'll forgive you."

   I'm glad to say that she did, without hesitation.  I was quite used to
the feel of Kate's tongue in my cunny, but I imagined the two youngsters
watching us, and I had an unexpectedly intense come.

   As we snuggled in the afterglow we agreed that tomorrow would be the
night.  Monday was their mother's bingo night (or one of them), so we
decided that the kids would go to bed at the usual time, but in our
bedroom.

   I wondered about the correct protocol for inviting 12- and 13-year-old
siblings to an orgy but, as it turned out, it was quite simple.  There was
a timid knock on the door and Jan entered at only the second time of
asking. "Mum wants to know if you've got any bed linen that needs washing."

   We were perfectly respectable, but a certain girly odour in the air
suggested that this was a fairly recent phenomenon.  "Yes, Jan, it's in the
linen basket.  Is that all you have to ask." Kate smiled.

   "Well, no, not all.  Is it all right, Kate?  I mean what Trace and me
talked about earlier." She was nervous but determined.

   "Yes, Jan, love.  How about tomorrow night after your mum goes to her
bingo?"

   "Ooh, yes please!  Can I tell Paul?"

   "I think you'd better." Kate said dryly.  "And, Jan, I think you've
forgotten something."

   Jan stopped in her headlong dash to tell her brother.  "I'm sorry, Kate,
I didn't say 'please', did I"

   "Not that, lover.  You haven't picked up the laundry..." Kate gave Jan
her very best naughty grin.

   "Sorry..." Jan squealed as she took an armful of bed-linen and scurried
off to bear her good tidings.

   7.  Monday Night

   I must confess I was very excited and quite nervous by the time Monday
evening came around.  Even Kate was showing little signs of tension, like
biting the rubber off the end of her pencil.  (Note to US readers, that's
not quite what you think - 'rubber' means 'eraser' in the UK) I was pacing
up and down until Kate threatened to throttle me if I didn't stop.  It
would have been a shame to miss the show, so I contented myself with
twiddling my thumbs.

   Eventually, eight o'clock did come round and we heard the front door
slam.  I suppose I'd expected the little darlings to rush straight in, but
we had to wait another five agonising minutes.

   Just when we were beginning to wonder if they'd chickened out or (God
forbid) told their mother, there was the knock on the door.

   "Come in", we chorused, and they stood there.  They'd taken the trouble
to change, bless them.  Jan was in a pretty lacy nightie, which was
obviously 'for best', and Paul was in squeaky-clean blue and white striped
pyjamas.

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