Date: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 07:50:05 +0000
From: H'eidi Eros <thothtarot@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Sarah Knight and the Fawn Princess (TG) Part 3

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       Taking my hand again we retraced our route back toward the beach.
We pretty much had the place to ourselves now. The families had vanished
and seemed to have been replaced with the odd solitary fisherman or
strolling couple. There was still plenty of sunshine, though the sun was
gradually sinking down toward the hills in the direction of Mevigessey.
It was just good now to walk in a comfortable easy silence, shoulders
occasionally bumping together, hands held. It was just a perfect day and
the events of earlier took on a dreamlike quality in my memory. It was as
though the weirdness of encountering these strange sisters, their
forwardness and my actions in response to them became like a story that
had happened to someone else. I made a mental resolution to make Claire's
joke a reality. It would be book, and I'd write it, but I'd set it in a
fantasyland or far future. Throw in some magic, androids and a chase
scene. All the essential elements you feel ought to be in a book when
you're 16 years old. I knew it would sound unbelievable and just as
outlandish as the readers letters in the magazines I'd laughed at earlier
that day. It was going to be essential to dress it up with insatiable
cyborg lovers and cross gender alien princesses.

In my happy and distracted state I barely noticed reaching the caravan.
Sarah unzipped the doorway in the awning and we squeezed through. Cooking
smells filled the confined space. The dinner that Claire had promised us
earlier.
"Hello, anybody here?" Sarah called. Claire's face and spiky blonde hair
appeared at the open door of the caravan.
"Here, you took your time." she said, "I've a pan of rice that might be
turning into goo."
"Sorry, we got caught up in a little tea shop over the bridge." Sarah
said. Some plates appeared from a cupboard and helpings of rice and mild
vegetable curry were scooped out.
"Want to take it outside or eat around the table?" Claire asked.
"Outside is beautiful, lets eat looking out over the sea." Sarah said. We
gathered our dinners up and negotiated the clutter of the awning. Claire
magic'ed up a couple of plastic chairs and we sat looking out at the
early evening sunshine glittering on the water in Mevagissey Bay.

"You really do look amazing," Claire said to me. "Has the weirdness worn
off yet?"
"I have the feeling that the weirdness of this day won't ever wear off,"
I replied.
"I meant weirdness feeling of being a girl for the first time?" Claire
said.
"I've only just started to separate that part out from the rest of the
day .. I don't think that has felt weird." I pondered for a moment. "It
feels strangely relaxing and comfortable, though that might be because a
lot of tension between myself and Sarah seemed to evaporate when I
stopped being a boy."
"That would make sense ..." Claire laughed.
"I am sorry," Sarah said, not sounding sorry. "I'm a little demanding
with regard to what I need from a relationship... even if that
relationship is just a frantic sexual tussle and a bunch of regrets
afterwards." I kept quiet.. I didn't want to think about Sarah being with
anyone else. I certainly didn't want to think she was regarding our
rather frantic and not very loving sexual encounter earlier with regrets.
"It has been hell ..." Claire laughed, poking her sister. Sarah joined in
the laughter, but reached across to squeeze my hand reassuringly.
"Some of it hasn't," she said defensively and gave me a look.
"Oh god, get a room you two!" Claire said.
"What will your parent's say?" I asked, the question was easier for me to
deal with than the one I was feeling a bit sick thinking about. What
would my parent's say if they saw me like this? How would they react if I
told them I wanted to be a girl and be with a girl that wasn't actually
completely a girl. It was a mental minefield I didn't want to pick my way
across right now.
"Our parents have been living with Sarah's situation since she was small.
She knew she wanted to be a girl and my sister, not little brother from
before I can remember."
"Before I can remember either .." Sarah said, spooning another mouthful
of curry and adding the full stop to her sentence with the spoon.
"Really?" I said. "I thought you needed to reach puberty before you
thought about things like that?"
"How long have you liked to play with girls?" Claire asked.
"Since forever ..." I said.
"Any memories of wearing girl's things from back then?" Claire said.
Earlier in the day I'd have denied it, but my brain appeared to have
surrendered totally since then. I realised the futility of fighting this.
I had nothing left to defend and so much to embrace.
"Yes," I confirmed.
"Details, details, give me details!" Claire demanded. Sarah rolled her
eyes heavenward.
"I was in hospital .. not sure how old." I said, "I think it might have
been to have my tonsils taken out." I struggled to remember when it was.
"And?" Claire said, "pray, continue."
"Well I was in my pjs from home, but the day of the operation they
changed us into gowns." I said. "The nurses just dumped gowns and briefs
on all the beds. We had to struggle out of our pj's and into the gowns
and briefs. I did it under the bed covers."
"Sounds like a good look for you," Claire teased. I favoured her with my
best Mr Spock raised eyebrow.
"I discovered that the briefs the nurse had left me were girl's
knickers." I said. "Tiny little flowers around the waistband, a sort of
off lilac colour."
"Oh, I'm adding a pair to my Christmas list!" Claire said.
"Well, I didn't know what to do. I thought about calling the nurse back
and asking for a pair of boy's pants, but she was far down the ward." I
paused. Nobody interrupted this time. I think Sarah might have been
discretely kicking Claire. "I felt excited and a little strange, but I
pulled them on." I said. "It felt very good, and I felt asleep wearing
them. For months afterwards I had day dreams about wearing them."
"No older sister's clothing to plunder?" Sarah asked. Claire chuckled at
the in-joke I could guess at.
"Younger brother," I said "and he has suffered my cast offs for years."
"Was the girl's kickers thing a sexual thing?" Claire asked.
"No, not really, I didn't respond like that." I said.
"Not at all?" Claire said.
"Sometimes I would indulge in the fantasy of wearing them and I would
have to .. you know."
"Give yourself a little treat?" Claire suggested.
"Nicely put, dear sister!" Sarah said.
"Did you think this was a normal male response?" Claire said.
"I honestly didn't think about it." I confessed.
"What about pretty dresses your friends were wearing?" Claire asked.
"You are relentless!" I laughed. "Yes, I might have wondered what it felt
like to put one on."
"Then you just repressed it better than Sarah ever could." Claire said.
"I was miserable being a boy, I hated boys and the whole world they
seemed to exsist in." Sarah said.
"Our parent's tried buying her boy toys, but she would just ignore them
and I'd find her buried in my toy box creating worlds with dolls, reading
my annuals and trying on my clothes."
"Sorry!" Sarah said without a trace of regret in her voice.
"I found I liked having a younger sister, not some bratty little
brother." Claire said. "At some point our parents gave up, got
professional advice and Sam became Sarah. She started living as a girl
full time."
"There has been difficult times, professionals to see, assessments and
counselling, but I don't regret making this choice." Sarah said. "To be
honest I don't think it ever was a choice thing ... I just needed to do
it, did it and was happy."
"Not doing it would have been unhappy" I said, rather pointlessly.
"Yes," Sarah confirmed.
"It is getting late," Claire looked across the setting sun. "Do you need
to check in with your folks?"
"I did write them a note, but I'd probably better go and see them .. even
if I come back out afterwards." I said.
"You aren't going back as the Punk Rock Disco Princess, are you?" Claire
said.
"No, regretfully I had better change back into my mortal identity." I
said with genuine regret. I realised that I didn't want to go back
through that magic portal. Sarah didn't want me to either, but with a
revelation that made me shiver, I knew I wasn't just doing this because
she wanted me to. This wasn't a thing I was doing to date this amazing
girl... though I knew that might be a line of reasoning I'd have to argue
against if my parent's learned the whole situation.
"Can I help?" Sarah asked.
"I better get changed alone, you helping me might 'complicate' matters."
I said.
"Can I at least walk you back to your caravan?" She asked.
"That would be great, I'd like that." I said.
I pushed back through the opening of the awning. Claire had sorted
through the tote bag and my clothing was piled up neatly. I pulled off my
trainers and carefully unrolled the leg warmers. It still struck me as
bizarre that Sarah would bring such things on holiday with her, but I
loved that she was so kooky and eccentric. I unfastened the skirt with a
little difficulty. Lowered it down with a feeling of sadness and laid it
neatly out. I unbuttoned the blouse and laid it ontop of the skirt. I
felt increasingly ordinary and less magical. This should be the part were
the androids burst in to chase me. I'd be thankful I'd kept my bra and
briefs on in that event. I stood there waiting, but they didn't appear.
Instead Sarah popped her head through the opening.
"You okay?" she said. I nodded dumbly. She stepped the rest of the way
inside and hugged me.
"I feel crap," I said. She kissed me lightly.
"Take out my socks, but keep the bra on." she suggested. "The knickers as
well. Just like Clark Kent and Superman .. you can secretly be the Fawn
Princess under your day clothes."
"Thank you," I said gratefully. "I didn't know that Superman was a cross
dresser as well!"
"Why do you think you never see him and Wonder Woman in the same room?"
Sarah said.
"What about the Justice League?" I protested, pulling my t shirt over my
head and down over the bra.
"God, you are such a nerd!" Sarah said, playfully poking me.
 I hauled on my jeans and jammed my feet back into my trainers. We hugged
again for a moment.

The walk back to my family's caravan took only a few minutes. Sarah and I
held hands, but I could feel a distance between us. It wasn't coming from
her, if anything she had drawn closer to me in support. I felt I wasn't
right anymore. As we approached the family car my mum emerged from our
caravan and spotted us. She broke into a huge smile.
"Hi hun, who is your friend?" she called.
"Hi mum, this is Sarah." I said. "We met on the camp site this
afternoon."
"Hello Sarah, lovely to meet you!" my mum said, smiling like a search
light.
"Hello, nice to meet you too," Sarah said.
"Do you want to stay for a coffee?" my mum asked brightly, dialing the
search light down a little.
"I like that, but I promised my mum and dad I'd be right back." Sarah
said.
"Another time, you are always welcome," my mum said. "Be a gentleman and
walk Sarah back to her family's caravan." she said, turning to me.
"I was going to ..." I protested.
"Of course you were dear ..." she replied. "Bye for now!" We turned
around and began to trudge back the way we'd just walked.
"We are just doing laps of this camp site today!" Sarah laughed as we
rounded the corner again.
"I don't mind, more time to spend with you." I said.
"I must realised something .." Sarah said, looking suddenly pained.
"What?" I asked, her face was quite serious.
"We didn't clear the makeup off your face."
"Oh shit!" I said, "is it really obvious?"
"The lipstick is mostly worn off, I think I kissed most of it off."
"The eye shadow?"
"Lets go and grab some wet wipes back at the caravan." Sarah suggested
gravely.

"Oh no, Princess Panda Eyes!" Claire said as we reappeared.
"Ha ha, funny .." Sarah growled. "Why didn't you say anything before?"
"I was so wrapped up in loving the two of you together that I didn't
register it until just now!" Claire said, slightly apologetically.
"Do you think your mum noticed?" Sarah said unrealistically hopeful that
she hadn't.
"Errrrr, yes," I said, "But she is much too diplomatic to mention it. I
suspect I will get a few questions when I return." Claire handed Sarah
some make up removing wipes and she went to work on my eye shadow. In a
few minutes I was back to my mundane self. We kissed once more and I took
off back to my caravan with a heavy heart.

"Hello again?" I said sheepishly. My mum had taken a couple of deck
chairs outside and was sat looking down the row of caravans and tents,
sipping a mug of tea.
"Hi," she said. "Want to go for a little walk before we go inside."
"I suppose so." I said. I supposed I was glad this talk was coming from
mum, not dad.
"She seems nice," mum said, as we walked slowly down toward the sea.
"She is, really nice." I said.
"I got a good feeling from her, though she was only here a few minutes."
"I'm glad." I said, "we really hit it off well today and her family is
lovely" I said evasively. Though I'd only technically met one other
family member I hoped to convey the impression I'd spent the day with her
whole family ... possibly at Church .. or maybe helping starving orphans
in Newquay.
"Perhaps we could meet them for dinner one night?" my mum said.
"Maybe, but I don't want to pressure the situation." I said vaguely.
"No, wouldn't want that," Mum said smiling.
"No," I confirmed.
"So, you want to tell me when you decided to start wearing makeup?" she
asked.
"I rather not, if I didn't absolutely have to." I replied.
"There is just two things I want for you on this holiday," she said
wisely. "One, I want you to be as happy as you can be."
"I am happy, mum .. honest," I said.
"I can see that today," she replied with warmth in her voice. "But, Two,
I don't want any pregnancies. You are a young man now with all that
entails. You have feelings for this girl, that is obvious. She looks
completely smitten with you. Don't let things get out of hand. You know
how to use protection .. please don't make the first meeting we have with
that lovely young girl's parents that 'meeting' ... you know what I'm
saying?"
"I understand, honestly I do. There is no chance of that happening,
absolutely no chance!" I said with complete honesty.
"The make up thing," she said.
"Mum, I .."
"Let me finish, I don't expect an explanation. Please understand I've
been your mother for 16 years. I've watched you grow and play and I've
noticed lots of things. You have always been a little ... little like a
daughter to me sometimes. I honestly thought the first person you brought
home to meet us might be a boy .. and that would have been okay!
Honestly. All the H's you want for your children, health and happiness
are the two main ones. Heterosexual doesn't really feature in the that
list. You find yourself some happiness I don't care if you spend your
days pretending to be Ziggy Spacedust with each other."
"Stardust, mum ..it is Ziggy Stardust," I said.
"Whatever, just be careful and be happy. I hope you can talk to me about
it one day. In the meantime if you can keep Ziggy away from your little
brother and Dad, it would be for the best." She pushed a five pound note
into my hand. "Get some protection and a pack of wet wipes, Ziggy." she
hugged me hard. The sea lay in front of us, glittering in the last rays
of the sun.
"Do you want to go and spend the evening with her?" mum asked.
"I would love that." I said suddenly bone weary with relief.
"Go on then .. I will cover for you with your dad. Explain a few things
.. leave out some 0f the details ... go and enjoy yourself."
"Thanks, mum!" I said. "I love you!"
"Love you too," She said. " and who knows, maybe you will even get a
chance to meet her parents," she said, turning to walk back toward our
caravan and laughing.
"Don't be too late." she called out as I ran off.
"No, I won't," I shouted back.

As I got back to Sarah's caravan she and Claire were still sat outside,
deep in conversation.
"Have they thrown you out?" Claire asked as I approached. "Do you need to
sleep in the awning?"
"Shut up, Claire!" Sarah said.
"I'm okay," I said, "My mum just gave me 'the talk.' Don't get that
lovely girl into trouble and don't stay out too late."
"Thats all?" Sarah asked incredulously.
"Oh, and if you want play being David Bowie, that is cool, just don't do
it in front of your young brother and clean your make up off before you
come home!"
"Your mum sounds like the coolest mum in the universe," Claire said.
"I think I just discovered that tonight." I said.
"Want to go for a little walk before my parents get back?" Sarah asked.
"Do I have to meet them tonight?" I replied, "I feel I've maxed out my
parental anxiety levels for today."
"Just get back here for 10 ...10.30 tops .. say hello, nice to meet you
Mr and Mrs Knight, and I must be going." Claire said. "I will fill them
in on all the details afterwards."
"You don't know all the details, Claire!" Sarah said.
"I'm not going to tell them about all the sex we've been having .. and
turning your new girl/boyfriend into David Bowie." Claire replied.
"Good, see you in a bit." She grabbed my hand and hauled me away. I
didn't protest.

Instead of going back down to the beach Sarah took us back up toward the
wood and cliff path.
"Can you find the place we met at today?" She asked.
"The Secret View, yes, it isn't dark yet and the path isn't too hard to
find." I said with confidence. When we reached the wooded area it proved
a little more difficult. After a few minutes of thrashing about in the
undergrowth I finally found the path and we located the secret view. My
bottle of water and stash of chocolate bars were still tucked under the
tree. It felt like I had left them there 100 years ago.
"Chocolate?" I offered.
"Just kiss me, I don't need chocolate." she said. Our mouths met in a
long kiss. We wrapped around each other and ungracefully sat down on the
grass as one.
"I hate to ask this," she said, as we broke for air.
"What?" I asked.
"Can I just adjust you?" she pulled the bundle of socks out of her
pocket.
"Oh please." I lifted my t shirt and lay back on the grass. She tucked
the socks back into the cups of the bra. Smoothed them out until they
formed the little breast shapes. All the while she planted kisses across
my tummy and along my chest. I felt the constriction of the briefs
beginning to squeeze at my growing erection.
"Want to take your pants off?" she asked.
"You say the most romantic things!" I said.
"Well, just nurse that swelling by yourself then!" she laughed. I reached
down and unbuttoned my jeans.
"Sorry, too much Claire .. I think her weird sense of humour is a bit
contagious!"
"Enough Claire talk, Last time we were here you made love to her, now we
take back this place for us." She reached down and lifted the waistband
of the briefs. My cock sprang up, grateful to be free of the restriction.
I wiggled my hips and together we pulled down my briefs and jeans. Sarah
tugged off her boots and unfastened her skirt. I reached up and took hold
of her briefs. Pulling them down I released her perfectly proportioned
cock.
"Last time we did this it was just mad mutual wanking. I was so horny and
so were you .. it was nasty and fun, but not really loving at all." she
said, stepping close so her dick bobbed enchantingly in my face.
"I know, I felt so desperate and wanted you so intensely." I confirmed.
"This time I want to make love." she said.
"I do as well, but how do we do it?" I asked.
"Well, it is a state of mind. We don't fuck, we make love with our
minds."
"Okay," I said, sort of understanding what she meant. "But physically ..
how?"
"Physically, if we were tucked up in bed with lubricant and condoms and
all the time in the world .. there are things we could lovingly try." she
said. "But now, here .. I think we need imagination and improvisation."
 I leaned in to kiss her cock. I was falling for this girl, I didn't know
it at the time, but it was happening to me.
"I am totally yours, just suggest something and I'll do my best." I said.
Sarah sat down on the grass and then leaned back thoughtfully.
"I am totally yours now, please make love to me .." she said. I got up on
my hands and knees and leaned over to kiss her. She sighed with
contentment and opened her legs for me. I reached out and parted them a
little more, then moved myself between them. She closed her thighs around
me, lifting her calves up and crossing her feet over my bum.
"It is my first time making love, please be gentle." she said.
"It is my first time as well, I've never made love before." I confessed.
"I know, this needs to be so special." she whispered. I moved my hips
until the head of my penis bumped softly up against her perineum. She
didn't want me to enter her bum, though the idea of being actually inside
her that way felt exciting. Sensing my confusion and hesitation she said
"Obviously not that way, not now. Maybe later when we have protection and
a lot of time to warm up." She lifted a hand up and licked her fingers.
"I'm all wet, and ready for you" She said ... moving her hand down
between her legs. She curled her fingers into a tube for me. "Gentle .."
I reached down and took my cock in my hand and moved it to the entrance
of her wetness. The head of my dick brushed against her little finger.
She had curled it around slightly closing off her hand.
"Oh, sorry" she murmured. "I'm not as ready for you as I thought. Kiss me
down there, please!" I backed up on my hands and knees. Leaning down I
kissed across the knuckles of her hand, licked around the curl of her
little finger. She moaned and twitched her little finger. I licked it
more, pushing my tongue past her finger. I let a dribble of saliva fall
on her hand, then renewed my licking and kissing.
"You taste so good," I whispered to her, getting into the fantasy.
"I've never let anyone do this to me before." she gasped. She opened her
little finger and made her hand wide enough for me to enter her.
"Can I go inside you now?" I asked.
"Please, but you have to promise not to cum inside me!" she said,
twisting her hips around. "We don't have protection, when you feel about
to cum, pull out and cum across my tummy!"
"Okay," I promised.
"Promise me properly!" she hissed. "I don't want to get pregnant."
"I promise!" I said. I moved my hips back into position and teased the
tight ring of her hand with my cock.
"Push it into me, I am sorry I am so tight .." she gasped. I pushed
against her little finger. "Ow, ohhh, don't stop ... it only hurts a
little." I took a deep breath in and pushed gently forward again. Her
hand suddenly relaxed slightly and I slipped 'inside' of her.
"OH GOD!" she cried out. I froze and held still inside her, not daring to
move. Sarah gasped and trembled. "I didn't think it would feel that
intense!" she said when she got her breath back.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to push so hard!" I said, loving this bizarre
roleplay.
"It is fine, honestly, just took me by surprise. I didn't know having you
inside me was going to feel that intense."
"You feel beautiful, I've never been inside a girl before." I said,
feeling swept up by the fantasy we created between us.
"Gently now, please.... just slowly," Sarah whispered, "start to make
love to me." I pulled back, slithering between her fingers, then pushed
forward again. I was rewarded with a groan of pleasure. One I matched
with my own. I began slowly to ease my cock back and forth inside her.
She gritted her teeth and contorted her face as each thrust ground my
pubic hair against her hand.
"I think I can take it a little faster .. if you want to .." she said. I
upped my pace, driving my cock wetly between her fingers. I could feel my
orgasm rising in me. Sarah had begun to whisper "Oh god, oh god, oh god"
in time with each thrust.
In the warm evening air we swiftly became covered in fine perspiration. I
was doing most of the work, pumping my hips, knees braced. My hair
falling down around my face as I made love to this gorgeous woman. She
matched my efforts, twisting her slim legs around me, pulling me down
into the wonderful sensation of her hand. She had turned what would
crudely be considered a 'hand job' into a wicked and sensuous sexual
experience. Despite the multiple times I'd already orgasmed today, I
found myself easily rising toward another one.
"I'm so very close!" I said, feeling a wave of pleasure lifting me. "I
have to pull out now .."
"No, god, please don't ..." she begged, bucking her hips. "I've changed
my mind ... I need you to cum inside me .. to give me a baby!"
"But you said," I agonised.
"I know, I know.. but I want your baby, make me pregnant!!" she pleaded.
I gasped and shuddered. My cock erupted inside her, pumping cum between
her fingers. My head swam with the most intensive orgasm I that had ever
torn through me.
"Every drop .. oh god, don't waste any .. fill me with every drop!" she
growled at me. I desperately kept pumping throughout my orgasm, losing
the rhythm as every muscle in my body spasmed. She wrapped her left arm
around me and hugged me so tight it almost hurt. I fell forward on my
hands, kissing her madly and murmuring "I love you" into her midnight
dark hair.
"Mmmmmmmmmmmmm," she purred contently, "That is how I take care of my
girlfriend!" I was gasping, seeing stars and trying vainly to catch my
breath.
"You ... are ... amazing!" I gasped, "I so love you!"
"That is so sweet and lovely of you... but I fear we are hardwired as a
species to reflexively say 'I love you" when an orgasm utterly fries our
brains!" she said, stroking me. "I won't hold you to it!"
"Did you cum as well," I asked, as she let go of me and wiggled her hand
out from between us.
"Part of me did, deep inside I felt a huge wash of pleasure as you went
off in my hand." she said, continuing to stroke me. I held onto her and
rolled to one side. Our dicks rubbed blissfully together. Sarah gasped
and ground her pelvis into mine.
"You didn't 'cum' cum though?" I asked feeling disappointed, hoping that
the amount of friction we had generated had tipped her over and added to
the unrealistic amount of spunk that coated her hand and stomach.
"I was totally into it, honestly ... this wasn't just for you," she
insisted. "I really needed that, some deep inner urge inside me wanted to
you to take me just like that. On some level I have a biological desire
for you to get me pregnant. Fucked up, isn't it?"
"We have the same wiring as ordinary people, it is just connected a
little differently." I said.
"And that is the most diplomatic thing you've said all day," she sighed.
"I want to be the girl now." I said. "I want you to give me a baby!"
"Another time," she said, kissing me. "I'd love that."
"Why not now?" I said, my brain still cooked from the orgasm.
"The hormones I take make it tricky for me to blast off as many orgasms a
day as you." she said softly.
"Oh," I said.
"I usually manage one really nice one and just enjoy the glow of it."
"I couldn't make you cum now?" I asked defensively.
"Foreplay and afterplay ... cuddling and holding are as important to me."
she said. I reached out and took hold of her penis. It had shrunk a
little, but it was still semi-erect. "Just fondle it a little, that is
nice ... kiss it." she sighed and rolled onto her back. I moved down and
licked along her length. "Lovely!" she whispered.
"I am so glad I met you," I said, running my tongue around the base of
her. "I think we are perfect together."
"Ummm hmmmm" she purred an agreement.
"I know it is massively too early, and my brain is full of chemicals
desperately bonding me to you emotionally.." I stroked her thighs and ran
my fingers through the impressive amounts of wetness I'd managed to
generate across her crotch.
"Way way too early," she mumbled contentedly.
"But I do feel I am falling in love with you .." I took her into my mouth
and rolled her semi-erection around my tongue.
"Uhhh .." she moaned a little. "don't be silly!"
"These feelings are very young," I said, letting her slip free of me, but
licking her from root to tip. "But I want them to grow and be with you."
Sarah shivered and shook a little. I felt her twitch under my attentions.
"I want to be with you .. girls together .. for as long as you want me."
I wrapped my hand gently around her and softly pumped. She didn't get any
harder, but I didn't mind. I lavished attention and strokes over her.
Running my free hand up and over the soft curve of her stomach and across
both her amazing breasts.
"I couldn't dream this day would have turned out like this .." I said,
"But I am convinced that I am really falling for you in a massive way."
Sarah groaned and I glanced up to see her eyes closed, but tears running
down her cheeks. She opened her mouth in an 'O' shape and I thought she
was going to answer me, but instead she twitched in my hand. I felt her
pulse again, then a third time. Little heartbeats of a small, but
unexpected orgasm.

We lay for a time just holding each other.
"It must be getting late," she finally. " I know it isn't romantic, but
I'm getting a bit cold as well." We pulled clothes back on and used the
water bottle to rinse off hands and hair. I rescued my chocolate bars.
"Thank you," she said softly.
"Thank you," I said more emphatically. "I really mean those things I
said, it wasn't just to trick an orgasm out of it. I feel that I do love
you"
"I know," she said. smiling. "And don't point out I am quoting Empire
Strikes Back or I will push you off the ledge."
"I love that you know that was a quote from Empire!" I said.

Chapter Five

I got back in to discover my brother in bed asleep and my parents
clustered around our portable television watching a movie with such bad
interference it looked set in the antartic.
"Where is the transmitter?" I asked, "Siberia?"
"Something like that," my dad answered. Mum gave me a smile and a little
conspiratorial wave.
"I'm off to bed." I whispered, gathering up my things from the cupboard.
"Night," my dad said distractedly. Mum gave me a thumbs up. I smiled and
went back out of the door.
In order to give me a feeling of independence this holiday my parent's
had bought me a two man ridge tent to have as my own "space" and sleeping
quarters. It was pitched alongside the caravan, slightly to the rear. I
unzipped the flap and shoved my camp light and bag inside. I hated
leaving anything inside it during the day. Now I unrolled my sleeping bag
and crawled through the opening. For a while I lay exhausted on top of
the bag. Too tired to even take off my trainers and jeans. After a few
minutes I realised I was going to fall asleep if I didn't move and
reluctantly got myself ready for bed and zipped up the sleeping bag. I
felt totally drained. It wasn't the physical exertion, though I was a
little amazed at how many times I'd managed to rise to the occasion
today. It was more the mental journey I'd gone on. I reached under my
teeshirt and felt the material of Sarah's bra .. still fastened tightly
around me. I stroked the soft fabric and rolled over. I fell asleep with
my hand tucked into the left cup, just above my heart.