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Subject: The Newsagent
Author: Methuselah
Keywords: mf teen rom

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   Chapter 1 The Newsagent's Tale (Part 1)

   Wednesday Nov 22nd

   It was a cold, bright Wednesday in November, and the clocks were
striking thirteen.  Well, not exactly, but the digital clock in my shop had
just clicked over to 13:00 and I was looking forward to a walk in the local
hills on my one afternoon off.  I had turned the sign to "CLOSED", thanking
the Lord and Loxley Barrett Village Council for early-closing day, when
there was a loud rattling behind me.

   Now I NEVER open the door for anyone once I've closed up - with the kids
round here, I'd never get away, but the rattling got more insistent and I
looked round to see an attractive teenage girl frantically gesturing to me.

   It was immediately obvious from her expression and gestures of distress
that there was more at stake than a last packet of crisps or a Diet Coke,
so I stomped back to the door and opened it grudgingly.

   "Yes!" I barked.

   "Oh, thank you so much!" She gasped.

   "What do you want?" I asked, marginally less fiercely.

   "Have you seen my bag?  I'm sure I left it here.  It's a pink sort of
rucksack thing." "Come on in and we'll look", I grumbled.

   Almost immediately, I turned round and saw it where it had fallen over
and nestled under the chocolate display.

   I bent down under the display, picked it up and held it out for
inspection.  "Is this it?" I grouched.

   "Oh yes!  Thank you, thank you, thank you", she bubbled.

   Now she was smiling, I could see that she was indeed attractive, perhaps
even beautiful.  She was 13 going on 14, with longish blonde hair done up
in a ponytail.  Her tight jeans and chunky white roll-neck sweater
emphasised her slim but developing figure.  Not that she was ever going to
take an interest in me, but I still notice these things even at my advanced
age.

   I was intrigued as to what was so vital about her bag, so I held it out
so she could snatch it and run if she so decided, then asked, "I know it's
none of my business, but what was so important about the bag?  You looked
well upset out there." "Well, it's difficult to say...  You see, I can't
tell anyone..." Once again, she looked near to tears.  She looked at the
bag and I got that strange feeling when you know someone wants to talk, but
can't quite do it.

   "Look, love, I know it's none of my business, but I've got a pot of tea
on the go back there.  If you want to talk to someone, I've got the time."
Her eyes flashed, and certainly put paid to any evil plans I might have
had.

   "No, nothing like that.  If you want to talk, I'm here.  Otherwise,
here's your bag." I proffered it.

   She thought for a moment and smiled wanly.  "OK, I'd really like to talk
to someone.  That's all, mind." I saw that flash again.

   I shut up shop again, gave her the bag and gestured towards the
storeroom/break room at the back of the shop.  When she stood undecided, I
directed her to the one armchair where I took my brief tea breaks.  I
poured her a cup of tea and perched myself on a packing case as far away
from her as possible in that confined area.  She sat with teacup in hand
and bag on her knees, looking very nervous.

   I took a much-needed draught of my tea and looked over at her.  "Now,
you don't have to tell me anything, but I can see that bag's contents are
very important to you and that you want to talk to someone about it, so
fire away if you want to." "Well", she took a deep breath.  "First off,
thanks everso for opening up for me, Mr Freer.  I know you usually don't -
we all joke about how punctual you are when you close up." "Call me Larry.
I know all you kids do, behind my back." "Yes, Mr...  I mean, Larry.  I'm
Julie, by the way." The penny dropped, and I suddenly put the name to the
face.  I'd seen her at the counter with a boy in the blue uniform of the
grammar school and I heard him use her name.  It struck me as unusual at
the time because the kids from the grammar and comprehensive schools
existed in a state of undeclared but perpetual war.

   "Right, of course, Julie.  I've seen you in here before..." "Yes, I'm at
the comprehensive school down the lane." There was a moment's pause, and I
thought she might mention her boyfriend, but she thought better of it. 
"You see, that bag's really important, because my diary's in it." I was
very puzzled and must have looked it, because she forestalled the obvious
question.  "Yes, I know it's a bit strange, but I usually keep it in the
lockers at school.  They're being painted, so I've kept it in my bag."
"Isn't that a bit risky, like?" I asked, my syntax deserting me in a moment
of crisis.

   "Yes, I s'pose; I was afraid one of my mates would read it and know I
was going out with Roger from the grammar school." Another name and face
came into focus and I remembered the young lad who accompanied her at my
counter.  About five foot ten, with dark hair and a posh accent.  It
occurred to me that they were here in mid-afternoon when neither of them
was likely to meet a schoolmate.

   "I understand that, but why don't you keep it safe at home?" I enquired.

   "You must know the risk you're running." "Yes, but it's worse at home",
she was near to sobbing, "my Mum drove Dad away, and now she keeps telling
me that all men are bastards, she hates the grammar school because they're
all "stuck-up", and if she knew about me and Roger..." I gave her a Look,
and she defended herself, "Not that, but, you know, I mean...  Well, you
know..." "I do, Julie.  Hard as it may be to imagine, I was young once."
"Sorry, Larry, I know." Strangely, I could handle being patronised by a
girl a quarter of my own age, because I knew it was without malice.

   "But surely you could hide it at home..." "No, Larry, you don't
understand.  I know my Mum goes through all my things looking for my
diary." "I know the feeling.  I keep two sets of books myself." "What, two
diaries?" "Not quite, Julie.  At my age, I don't have enough excitement to
fill even one diary.  No, I keep two accounts books.  When the Customs
blokes come round, I show them the book I want them to see.  If there
weren't any books, they'd turn everything upside down looking." "So I
should keep two diaries, Larry?" "Exactly that.  Now, as it happens, I have
a stack of last year's diaries in one of these boxes.  If you were to copy
the less exciting entries from the diary that you've rescued today, and
ruffle the pages up a bit, you could hide it where your Mother would find
it with an acceptable degree of difficulty..." "Ooh, that's clever", Julie
said, with genuine admiration.

   "Yes, isn't it?" I said, with no false modesty.  "By the way, we both
know something secret about the other, so that makes us quits", I said,
with a wry grin.  "The other thing is that your mother knows you keep a
diary.  Girls do that, like boys collect things.  She's totally determined
to find it, and she won't give up until she does." I could see her about to
rear up at this blatant sexism, but then she smiled.  I could see her
thinking about the contents of her Roger's pockets.  "Yes, I'm sure you're
right." I beat Julie to the punch by several milliseconds.  "So, the
question is; where do we hide the REAL diary?" "Well, I was thinking of
putting it back in the lockers when they've finished painting them, but
what happened today made me realise what a disaster it would be if anyone
found it..." "Just as a matter of interest, where do you get to write in
it?" An idea was beginning to form in your head.

   "In the toilets at break time.  It's the only privacy I get." "They let
you take...  Sorry, of course they do; it's just that if it was boys they'd
surely have pornography or drugs, or both, in their bags." She smiled at
that, and once again she made the transition from attractive to beautiful.

   "Just a thought, but how would your mother feel about you doing a paper
round?" I ventured.

   "I think she's be pleased, or at least less miserable than usual."
Julie's home life sounded like Hell on Earth.  "She's always moaning about
my pocket-money, and a bit of my own coming in would help.  But why do you
ask?" "Well, how's about you keep your diary here and update it out the
back after doing your round?" I suggested.

   "Er...  Well...." She was too polite to say that she was afraid I was a
pervert who would read it on the quiet, but the thought clearly worried
her.

   "Don't worry, it would be completely private.  I've got a mini-safe on
the shelves here.  The packaging is intact, so you can take all the keys,
and be sure that no-one but you could ever open it." "OK, I will.  When can
I start?" She decided.

   "Tomorrow morning, if you like; I've been delivering the papers myself
since the last paper-boy let me down, and it's a real pain this time of
year.  How does eight pounds a week sound for all seven days?" That was
only slightly over the odds, but I was doing myself a favour as well.

   "Yes, thank you, Mr Freer, I mean Larry.  Thank you very very much!" She
gushed.

   I took the safe down from, removed the plastic film packing and handed
her the keys.

   She opened the safe, rummaged in the rucksack for the diary, and slipped
it in.  Then she locked the safe and put the keys in the bag.

   "Take care of those, mind", I warned.  "As far as I know, there's no
other way of opening these, short of high explosive." "I'll keep one at
home, one in the bag and one in my locker." "And if your mother finds it
and asks?" "It's the key to your 'cash box' for the paper round", she
grinned.

   I smiled my appreciation of her strategy.  I suppose that, with a mother
like that, you do develop a certain cunning.  "I'll dig you out one of last
year's diaries and you can start by 'cooking the books'".  She looked
puzzled and I explained that that was what naughty shopkeepers did to
defraud the Revenue of its rightful arm and a leg, or at least of the leg,
anyway.

   She smiled again but then frowned as she consulted her watch.  "I've got
to rush or I'll be late back to school.  Thanks everso, Larry, I'll see you
tomorrow." "Seven-thirty sharp, mind, Julie", I warned her, as I got up to
open the door.

   "Yes, bye Larry, thanks again." She pecked me on the cheek as she dashed
past, and I almost blushed, quite an achievement for a man of my age.  I
enjoyed her delightful rear elevation as she ran up the road and wondered
whether I was doing the right thing.  I certainly hoped so.

   Chapter 2 - Julie's Diary (Part 1)

   Thursday Nov 23rd

   Not raining as such, but very damp and cold.  It was lovely yesterday,
as well.

   I'm writing this in Mr Freer's - I mean Larry's back room, for the first
time.

   I've just done my first paper round.  It wasn't too bad, although it was
very cold.  I REALLY wish I had a bike, but there's no chance of that with
MY mum.  Larry says that December is the worst month, and it gets better
from then - I certainly hope so!  He's dug me out a diary for last year and
he's even crumpled it for me, which was nice of him.  I can't help
wondering if he has ideas about me - I hope I'm not being unfair, because
he's been ever so kind.

   I'll start copying the bits that Mum is allowed to see into my new
diary...

   Later.

   I hadn't realised how boring my life was until I met Roger - I'm up to
July and the only bits I've really had to leave out are my feelings about
Mum and how much I miss Dad.  I've also left out how I learned to enjoy my
body; I don't know if that would offend her (probably, because everything
else seems to), but it's just too intimate for her to read.

   It's weird that, although I took great care writing my diary, it's the
first time I've really read through it properly.

   I can't believe it was only last February that I discovered how to play
with myself.  I read the entries for late February.

  
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   Tuesday Feb 21st

   Some girls were giggling about "coming" over lunch, and I listened
breathlessly.  I guess I knew the theory of 'masturbation' from Sex Ed, but
it didn't occur to me that girls I knew did that sort of thing.  When they
asked me, I smiled knowingly and said "none of your business".

   That night, in bed, I touched my nipples and they got hard.  It made me
feel funny Down There, and I stroked myself down between my legs and felt
myself go wet.  It felt really tingly and nice, but I was nowhere near
having an orgasm, at least not if it was as good as those girls were
saying.

   Wednesday Feb 22nd At lunchtime, I went to Larry's and went through the
teenage girly magazines, looking for advice about masturbation.  I found
one and very nervously took it to the counter.  I don't know why I was so
shy - Larry couldn't have known what I bought it for.  I read it here in
the toilets at break, because I knew I couldn't take it home - Mum would
have gone mad (again!) I read the answer several times until I'd memorised
it.  It sounded very technical, but I think I know what all the parts are
and how they fit together - our Sex Ed was VERY specific!  I left it behind
the cistern in case anyone else needed the advice.

   Thursday Feb 23rd Last night I took the magazine's advice to do it in
the bath for the first time, so I could see what I was doing, and the
running water would cover up any noise I made.  I knew about running my
fingers up and down between my labia - that's what I did on Tuesday.  The
magazine it told me do that first and then to find my clitoris and stroke
along the side of it with my finger.

   I took a hand mirror into the bathroom but, of course, it steamed up -
silly girl!  But, from the Sex Ed diagrams and what I remembered of the
article, I found the little button at the top of my slit.  I rubbed between
my labia like I did last night and got that tingly feeling again.  It was
nice, but I was determined to go for an orgasm.  I started rubbing
alongside my clitoris with my finger - it felt funny at first - funny-nice
if you know what I mean, but I kept on with it.  Suddenly I got this really
strong tingly feeling and my bottom came off the bath, my tummy rose out of
the water and I went stiff all over.  I think I made a sort of loud OOH
noise (good thing the water WAS running!) and gasped and everything seemed
to go dark, I went floppy and sploshed back into the water.

   It was strange and weird but LOVELY!!!  I can understand why the girls
make such a fuss about it.  I know I'll do it again - I've just got to make
sure Mum never finds out I'm doing it...

   Writing this in the school toilets, it's got me all excited.  I'd like
to do it again now, but if I was caught, it would be TOO GROSS!!  I wonder
if any of the other girls do that sort of thing - I'd die rather than ask
and I certainly wouldn't admit it if I did.

  
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   It turns me on to read that, even at this time of day, and even though
I've been doing it ever since, but I've got to go to school now; I'll
finish the copying tomorrow.  I hope I meet Roger this afternoon, but the
weather doesn't look good.

   Friday Nov 24th

   Did meet Roger yesterday, but it was too cold and miserable to do
anything but kiss.  I did offer to do him, but he said it was so cold that
even he couldn't find it.  I was intrigued, and he told me that when it's
really cold, men's penises shrink almost to nothing.  You learn something
new every day, I suppose!  Later.

   Never mind, at least I've finished copying the new diary.  I used a few
different biro's to make it look as if the entries were written at
different times.  It was Larry's idea, he must be REALLY good at 'cooking
the books', I think!  It was nice to read about how I met Roger and what
we've done - I fancied him as soon as I saw him and I don't know how, but I
knew he felt the same.

  
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   Monday Oct 9th

   Saw this REALLY COOL boy today - he's about the same age as me, quite
tall, with dark hair and a LOVELY smile.  He smiled at me and he smiled
back and it made me feel really GOOD!!!  Only trouble is, he goes to
Capuchin Grammar School - Mum would hate him!  Mind you, she would
anyway...

   Tuesday Oct 10th

   In bed last night, I thought about the boy I saw and I pretended that HE
was touching me - I (or he) did it three times!!!  Well, two and a half - I
think I fell asleep halfway through the third time.  I must get to meet
him. I wish I went to the grammar school and not Montague Street
Comprehensive - then I'd see him every day.

   ...

   Monday Oct 16th

   I finally met HIM!!  I've been waiting all weekend to write this in my
diary - it was so COOL!!!  I've tried to remember everything we said - I
hope I've got it right.  I've running it over in bed every night before I
go to sleep - I've whispered "Roger, Roger", every time I've come.

   Friday's the only day the two schools finish at the same time and I was
hanging about outside Freer's Newsagents waiting for him, when I saw him
about 20 metres away on the corner doing the SAME THING!!!  We smiled and
sort of crept up on each other and he said "Hi, my name's Roger" really
cool, like.  I stammered out "Hi, my name's Julie" and I really couldn't
say anything else, but he was REALLY nice and said "Would I be right in
guessing that we were both waiting for each other?" and laughed.

   It made me laugh, and suddenly it was like we'd know each other for
YEARS.  He wanted to know if he could take me out and I had to tell him
that Mum wouldn't let me see boys yet.  He looked very disappointed but
then brightened up and said "We get Thursday afternoons off for games, but
it's really easy to get out of it - could we meet then?" "That's amazing",
I said, "You know I go to Montague Street Comprehensive?" He nodded - it
didn't seem to bother him.

   "Well, our year does the same - I can certainly get out of games now and
then myself." "Meet you next Thursday afternoon, then, about two-ish?"
"Yes, that's great, but not here" We were already getting looks from some
of the yobs from my school.  They were NOT happy about a Monty girl getting
involved with a posh Cappy boy.

   "Meet you up the Tump quarter-past, then, Julie?" "See you there, Roger
- better be off before the yobs have a go at you..." He vanished quickly
but with no sign of fear, so the yobs turned on me.

   "You snogging a Cappy boy or what?  Too posh for us then", sneered the
nearest and fortunately smallest yob.

   I'm strong for my age, and when I pushed hard in his chest, he fell back
on his mate, who was happy to have another target for his taunts.  They
were still giving him a hard time about being knocked over by a GIRL, as I
made my escape.

   I've just thought - it was Friday 13th - I HOPE that's not a bad omen!
...

   Friday Oct 20th

   Yesterday was WONDERFUL!!!  I managed to get away from Games, thank God,
and arrived at the Tump about two o'clock.  I suddenly thought that Roger
might not be able to get away and I stood among the trees looking out for
20 minutes that felt like hours.  I suppose it wasn't really cold, but it
WAS late October.  I was just about ready to give out and was very near
crying when I saw HIM coming up the hill.

   I was all ready to be cross cos I was so upset, but he looked so worried
when he couldn't see me in the trees.  I stepped out and waved to him, and
he RAN up the hill and put his arms round me.  I put my arms round him and
we just kissed without thinking about it.

   Probably a good thing, because it was the FIRST REAL KISS for both of
us. We just held each other and kissed for ages, and he even put his tongue
in my mouth.  We both knew the theory, I suppose, but it came as a bit of a
shock and I'm afraid I spoiled it by giggling.  We leant back a bit and
just looked at each other and he said "I really like you, Julie" and I said
"I really like you too, Roger" and it was TRUE.  He started to apologise
for being late, but I just pulled his lips back to mine.  This time we had
began to get the hang of the tongue thing and we really got into it.

   I could feel his body against mine and his chest against my boobs, and
even better, there was a hardness in his jeans that was pressing against my
tummy, and I knew it was his penis!  I could feel my nipples getting hard,
and I was getting wet down there, because I could feel that he was turned
on too.

   We came up for air and looked into each other's eyes, and he asked,
rather dazed-like, "Where do we go from here?".

   "Whatever you want, Roger, love", I answered, which was quite clever,
seeing as I had no idea what came next.  I mean, I knew where it all led
to, but I wasn't ready to go there, and I didn't know how you got there, so
to speak.

   "For a start, let's get ourselves out of sight of the village, Julie",
he suggested, and we walked hand in hand deeper into the trees.  We halted
in the clearing on top of the Tump and he asked "Shall we lie down here?" I
was willing, but I looked doubtfully at the damp grass and fallen
oak-leaves.

   Roger laughed and removed his rucksack.  "Voila!" he exclaimed, showing
me the tracksuit, rugby kits and towels inside.

   "Ooh, that's convenient", I said, but with a slight tone of doubt.  I
guess I thought it was a bit TOO convenient.

   Roger caught my expression.  "No, honestly, it's what I usually take to
rugby.  I thought I might have to play - I even had to invent a twisted
ankle at the last minute..." "Sorry, Roger, I'd love to lie down." He
carefully laid out our bedding on the floor, kneeled down and gave me his
hand to help me down.  We kissed for a moment as we knelt, then I lay down
beside him and opened my arms for him.  He laid beside me and turned to hug
me.  I remember thinking that all the kit on the oak leaves made a
surprisingly comfortable bed, and then our lips met and I stopped thinking
about anything.

   We lay side by side and I once again felt his body against mine.  I
could feel his excitement against my tummy and I felt just about ready to
burst.  "Can I touch you, Julie", he asked.

   "Anywhere you like", I whispered, and felt his hand on my left breast -
even through my sweater and bra, it felt wonderful.  I could feel my nipple
pushing against his hand and his face showed he could feel it too.  He
stroked me, which felt SOOO good, but I could tell he didn't know what to
do next.

   It was too cold, even snuggled up to Roger, to take my sweater off, so I
freed my hands and rolled it up over my bra.  He looked at me with amazed
delight, but I knew he wouldn't be able to handle the fastening, so I
unsnapped my bra and laid back.  He gently slipped my bra off and feasted
his eyes before stroking each breast in turn.  It felt wonderful and I
could tell how much he was enjoying it by the way he was humping himself
against my hip.

   When he bent down and took my right breast in his mouth I was gasping
with delight - then he suddenly jerked two or three times against me and
made the noises that were familiar from my nightly routine.  He went white,
then very red, and pulled away, mumbling "Oh God, Julie, I'm really sorry -
I just couldn't control myself." I knew immediately what had happened - I
reached up and pulled him back to me, "Shush, Roger, love.  I'm glad you
came with me." Then I amazed myself by asking, "will you make me do the
same." Surprise showed on his face, followed by love and delight.  "Of
course, Julie, love, but I've never done it before".

   I kissed him again and whispered "It's all right, love, I'm sure you'll
get it right - I'll show you what to do".  I lifted my bottom up off our
"bed" and undid and slipped my jeans down.  His eyes opened wide as I laid
there, naked from neck to ankles but for my little white panties.  I took
his hand and placed it on my crotch over the damp cotton.

   He seemed to know the basics, as he stroked me through the thin
material, and I felt really good.  "Slip them off, love", I whispered, and
he did.  I don't have much in the way of hair down there, at least it
doesn't show too much being blonde, but he stroked it lovingly.  Then he
slipped his fingers between my lips and I knew I was nearly there.

   "Rub my clitoris, Roger, please", I gasped, amazed at my boldness, and
his fingers stopped.  I looked up at his face, which was in full
rabbit-in-headlights mode.  I smiled at him and took his finger in my hand
"Like this, lover", I said, and put his finger on the crucial spot.  "Now
rub the little button, darling.  That's it, like that - Oh YES, that's
perfect".  I don't remember much about the next few seconds, but when I
came to I had to gently remove Roger's finger before dragging him on top of
me for a loving embrace.

   We lay like that for several minutes; what with Roger on top of me and
his rugby things below me I was warm as toast despite my near-nudity.

   I pushed him off me a little and looked into his face and said, "That
was lovely, Roger, really lovely.  I had a great orgasm".

   He smiled tentatively and said, "You really mean that?  I wasn't quite
sure what I was doing".

   "Perfect, Roger, love.  It was my first time ever with a boy and I can't
believe it could get better.  Now it's your turn".

   "But, I already...  I mean..." "I know, but you're ready again - or is
that a gun in your pocket?  Roll over on your side and take your trousers
down.  And those..." I never though I'd take the initiative like that, but
I was finding a side to myself that I never knew existed.  I noticed that
his underpants were wet from his previous orgasm, which excited me even
more.

   Roger lay on his side facing me and I got my first sight of an erect
penis.  It was so much nicer that the diagrams and drawings I'd seen, and
when I put my hand on it, it was hard and soft at the same time, like wood
covered with velvet.  I started to stroke it as I would a cat, and Roger's
gasps showed that I was doing it right.

   "Harder, Julie, harder", he gasped and I obliged.  I almost thought I
must be hurting him - I was rubbing him so hard and he was groaning.  Then
he moaned, his hips lifted, and he squirted his semen into my hand and over
my tummy.  It made a little pool in my navel as he watched in amazement.

   I could tell he was about to apologise again, so I beat him to it.

   "That was lovely, Roger.  Your penis is beautiful and it's lovely you've
come on me".  I looked at that organ as I spoke, and it was shrinking fast.

   I'd heard about it, but it was still fascinating.  I promised myself I'd
see it grow soon.

   Roger regained the power of speech and said, "That was great, Julie, the
best ever.  I mean I've never done it before with a girl...  Well, you know
what I mean..." "I know, Roger, love", I smiled at him.  Then I had a
really naughty idea.  I put my hand to my mouth and sniffed his semen.  I
was tempted to taste it, but he already looked pretty grossed out, so I
cleaned my hand on the grass.

   "You don't mind - I mean it's all over you..." "No, Roger, love, it's
from you so I love it, but you can clean it up if it bothers you".

   He ferreted in his rucksack and found a spare hanky to clean me off.

   "Brr, I'm getting cold now", I complained, "Let's get dressed." I did,
as he watched, and then he did the same.  We snuggled together for half an
hour to regain our strength kissing again and again.  Then we got up to go
our separate ways, after agreeing to try to meet the next week.  Just as we
were about to leave he said, "I've just had a great idea".

   "What's that, Roger?" "Well, you know you waited for ages up here and I
might not have been able to make it.  Say we were to have a signal?" "Like
what, love?" "Well, it's like Cub Scouts.  We both make a chalk mark if
we're free, and we only go up to the Tump when we see both marks.  Say, the
gatepost next to the track up here?" "Brill, Roger - they sell chalk in the
newsagent's so there's no problem there..." As I walked home, I went over
the afternoon's events in my head.  I'd never known sex was that good -
could it possibly get better? ...

   Friday Oct 27th

   DAMN, DAMN, BLOODY DAMN!!!  I put my chalk mark on the gatepost about 10
to 2 yesterday and I waited until 3, but whenever I came back my mark was
on its own, like me.  I rubbed it out and slouched back home.  I was too
unhappy even to masturbate, although I was really frustrated.

   Tuesday Oct 31st

   No word from Roger.  I wonder if he's ditched me - I'll try this
Thursday and that's it.  God, I miss him.

   ...

   Friday Nov 3rd

   JOY JOY JOY!!!  I was really doubtful, because the weather didn't look
promising, but I went to the gatepost and made my chalk mark.  I turned
round and HE was coming down the road.  I wanted to leap on Roger there and
then but I just raised my hand to him, turned, and trotted up to the Tump.

   I waited 5 minutes on the edge of the trees and there was no sign of
him. After 10 I was desperate.  I wondered if he'd cruelly stood me up, but
then I heard a rustling behind me as Roger appeared through the wood.

   "Sorry, love, I thought it would be a bad idea for me to be seen coming
up the hill behind you, so I went down the road and came up the other
path".

   "Oh Roger, thank God".  I pushed him back into the wood and hugged and
kissed him passionately.

   "I couldn't make it last week - I hope you didn't wait too long.  I had
to play bloody rugby - I've invented a groin strain that should keep me out
for at least a month." "I hope you groin really isn't out of order", I
giggled, "I've got a use for it".

   We found our little clearing and this time I'd brought a couple of
towels and a spare sweater.  We made up our little bed and were reasonably
comfortable, but it was clear that in a couple of weeks it would be too
cold for outdoor loving, and that the weather was on the turn.

   Nonetheless, we snuggled and stroked each other, as before he did me
first and then I did him.  This time I didn't just sniff his semen, though.

   As he watched open-mouthed, I tasted it on my tongue and licked my hand
clean.  "Mmm, nice", I murmured.

   I was tempted to try the semen from my tummy, but he already looked
pretty grossed out, so I decided to leave it for the time being.

   He recovered himself and licked his index finger.  "Mmm, nice", he said,
and we both giggled and grabbed each other.

   I pulled away and looked down at his soft penis lying there as if it was
asleep.  "Wake up, little, Willy", I said, kissing its tip as it lay there,
asleep for a moment.  It stirred, and I stroked it gently, watching it come
back to life.  It was every bit as exciting to see as I'd thought.  It was
like those speeded-up films of a shoot growing to become a tree.  Soon, it
was erect in front of me and I had an idea.  "Roger, I'll masturbate you,
and you do me at the same time".  It was a bit awkward, but we worked out
how to arrange our arms as we lay on our backs.  Roger came first, spurting
all over his tummy, and he rolled over to concentrate on me.  I had an even
better orgasm than the first, squeezing my breast while Roger fingered me
with all the expertise of his fourth sexual experience.

   When we'd recovered, we lay in each other's arms in perfect contentment.

   We must have slept, because he was woken by the first drops of rain on
his back.

   We dressed hurriedly, and said our goodbyes.  We agreed that if we could
make it, we'd leave a vertical line on the gatepost.  If the weather looked
too awful, we'd call it off with a cross.

   As the rain got heavier, we scurried off in different directions.  Next
time might be a long time away, if the weather was as bad as the forecast.

   ...

   Thursday Nov 9th

   BLOODY BLOODY RAIN!!!  No real need too look, but I went over to the
gatepost and Roger's cross was there.  It's poured down all morning and
it'll pour all afternoon as well.  I'm writing this in the toilets as the
rain hammers down on the roof.

   ...

   Thursday Nov 16th

   MORE BLOODY BLOODY RAIN!!!  Didn't even leave school at lunchtime.

   Haven't the heart to write any more.  I DO miss Roger.

  
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   Saturday Nov 25th

   Hid the fake diary today.  I taped it to the wall behind the wardrobe,
with a hair across the pages, like in the spy novels.  I wonder how long
it'll take Mum to find it?  Period started yesterday - doesn't matter,
because Roger's not here.

   DAMN.

   Sunday Nov 26th

   Another horrid wet day.  Mum's not found diary yet.

   Monday Nov 27th

   Yet ANOTHER horrid wet day.  Mum's still not found diary.

   Tuesday Nov 28th

   She's FOUND IT - the hair was missing.  I'm impressed - she must search
my room on Mondays as soon as I'm out of the house at school.  No
explosion, so it must have been suitably boring.  I told Larry and he was
smugly happy.  Never mind, he deserves it!  Still raining...

   Wednesday Nov 29th RAIN!

   Thursday Nov 30th I can't believe it.  Period's over, but it doesn't
matter because it's STILL BLOODY RAINING!  Later.

   Larry called to ask if I wanted a cup of tea, and I screamed GO AWAY.

   He found me slumped over my diary sobbing.

   He made me a cup of tea, and asked "What's wrong, my babber?  You sound
like your heart's breaking - the round's not too difficult, is it?  The
weather is truly vile." I burst into tears again and he offered to do half
the round himself, bless him.

   Between sobs, I told him that wasn't the problem.  I'd been meeting
Roger up the Tump every Thursday, but it had rained four weeks running and
I hadn't been able to get together with him, and it was going to get worse
as winter came on.  I told him about the chalk marks and seeing a cross
every week to say it was too wet to meet.

   Larry was very sympathetic - he told me that's where he'd done his
courting and that the grove of oak trees on the top was probably a Celtic
sacred site, so people had probably be courting there for thousands of
years.

   It was nice that he cared, but he couldn't help me out, though.

   Chapter 3 The Newsagent's Tale (Part 2)

   Thursday Nov 30th

   Actually, the last sentence is completely untrue, but we decided that
what really happened was too dangerous to record in a diary.  It was as
follows: I asked Julie if she trusted me, and she nodded and said a rather
doubtful "Yes".
"There's a shed at the far end of the garden - not very comfortable, but
at least it's dry.  There's a heater, as well.  You can get into that end

of the garden from Parson's Lane.

   Julie nodded again; she was getting my drift.

   "Now, if I was to let you two use the shed and the Law found out, I'd be
in deep do-do, so I won't do that.  On the other hand, if you were to
borrow the two big keys there", I pointed at a bunch hanging on a hook by
the back door, "and you made copies, I very probably wouldn't notice if
they were back the next day.

   She looked dubious, and I guessed why.  "It's all right, love," I
reassured her, "you can't see into the shed from the house and, anyway,
I'll be working in the shop." "Sorry, I didn't mean...  Well, you know...
That's great - Thank you Larry, thank you very much." "Now, if anybody asks
you what the keys are, tell them the truth.  Tell them that's where I keep
the papers and the 'cash box', and you've got the keys so that you can pick
them up without disturbing me".

   "Yes, thanks, Larry, that's clever, because it fits with the keys to the
your 'cash box'." "You're pretty clever yourself.  That business with the
chalk marks is pure Moscow Rules; did you get it from John le Carré?" "Len
Deighton, actually", she grinned, "we don't all read romantic slush, you
know.  No, really, it was Roger's Cub Scouts - first time he's ever found a
use for it" "Well, probably the best thing is for you to do the same here.
If you can meet, arrive first, make your mark and leave the gate unlocked.
If not, just scrawl a cross on the gatepost.  That way you don't have to
meet outside.  You can lock up afterwards." "Thanks, Larry, you're a
darling." I got another peck on the cheek as she left, and I noticed that
the keys had vanished.

   Chapter 4 - Julie's Diary (Part 2)

   Friday Dec 1st

   Yesterday, I did something really naughty.  I borrowed Larry's keys.

   I'd noticed the shed at the end of his garden, and I knew there was a
back gate on to Parson's Lane, and I wondered if the keys might fit.  I
know it was wrong, but I couldn't face the idea of not cuddling with Roger
for another three winter months.  We could always leave things just as they
were and Larry would never know.

   As soon as I got out of school, I went round the back of Larry's garden
and found a key that fitted the gate and, YES, one that fitted the shed.

   It wasn't a palace, but it was a sight better than being rained on up
the Tump.

   Straight on to the ironmongers - within sight of Larry's shop - very
nervous-making!!  And copied the two keys.  They'd be back on the hook
before he missed them - he surely wouldn't be gardening in this weather!  I
went to the gatepost by the Tump and made a single chalk mark.  It was
horrid, but it wasn't actually pouring down, so I hoped Roger would turn
up. I crouched down behind the hedge for what seemed like ages, getting
cold and wet, and then I saw HIM looking wet and unhappy.  He was surprised
to see my chalk mark and amazed when I leapt out at him from behind the
hedge.

   I couldn't resist hugging him, to try to get warm as much as anything
else.  I know we weren't supposed to be seen together in public, but there
wasn't a soul in sight.  They all had the sense to be inside in the warm!
"I really didn't expect to see you, Julie, love", he said when he surfaced,
"but I'm glad I did - isn't it a bit wet for the Tump, though, lover?" To
his bafflement, I held up the new keys.  I explained what I'd done, and the
new plan for our dates.

   "Won't Larry find out?  I mean, it's a bit of a liberty..." "It's OK,
Roger, we'll be all right.  We can leave the shed just as we found it, and
he'll never know.  Don't you want us to meet, then?" "Oh, yes, love!  If
you're sure it's all right".

   "It will be, Roger, darling.  I'll be off now - you follow me in ten
minutes.  I'll leave the gate unlocked for you".

   I kissed him on the cheek and sped off to our love nest.

   When I got inside the shed, I realised that it was more comfortable than
it looked.  There was a bench of power tools, so it was wired for
electricity.  I found the fan heater, which I turned on straight away - I
was already shivering from my vigil behind the hedge.  There was also
electric light, but I decided that was too great a risk.

   Even better, there was a Lilo and a pump.  I noticed them with relief -
the floor looked quite dirty and very splintery UGH!  I'd nearly finished
pumping it up when the door opened and Roger came in.  He looked a bit out
of breath and very nervous, but a hug and a deep kiss soon restored his
confidence.

   He took over the pump and we soon had a bed that looked more comfortable
than our cagoules and Roger's rugby kit!  In fact, we hung up our outer
clothes to dry, which was pure luxury!  Rather than lie down there and
then, I decided to take advantage of our first taste of privacy and warmth.
"I stood in front of him with arms outstretched and said, "Undress me,
Roger, love".

   I was wearing the white sweater that I'd worn at our first meeting, and
he gently lifted it up over my breasts, kissing each in turn through my
little bra.  I raised my arms over my head and he lifted it off and put it
neatly on the chair.  My jeans were next - he unsnapped and unzipped them,
while I kicked off my shoes.  He peeled them away from my hips (they were
tight enough already, without half an hour of West Country rain) and down
my legs, pausing to kiss me through my best white knickers.  I stepped out
of my jeans and stood there in just bra and panties.

   Then I turned, to let Roger get at my bra fastening - I reckoned that
unsnapping it from the front would be too difficult for his first time.  I
was also aware that it gave him a fine view of my little bum.

   As it was, he had enough trouble anyway.  I had to hunch my shoulders to
loosen the strap before he worked it out.  One of the girls at school
always says bra fastenings are designed to weed out the fumble-fingered
from the gene pool.  Fortunately, Roger couldn't see my face while this was
going on, and I'd wiped off the smile by the time I turned round.  I was
pleased he'd put my bra tidily over the back of the chair, though.

   What he did next wasn't awkward at all.  He bent down and kissed my left
breast, taking the nipple in his mouth and sucking it and stroking it with
his tongue.  Then he changed breasts and did the same while gently rubbing
the other nipple, wet from his mouth, between his fingers.  He must have
learnt that from my advice about stroking my clitoris.  It felt heavenly,
not just there, but down below as well.

   Then he kissed down my body, paying special attention to my navel, until
he reached my knickers.  I wondered if he might go further and whether I'd
like if he did, but he put his hands on my hips and slipped my knickers
down.

   As I stepped out of them, I realised that it was the first time I'd been
naked for Roger.  Up to then I'd always worn at least my sweater, even if
it was up round my neck.

   Roger slipped his hand between my legs and I could feel myself getting
close to orgasm.  I'd meant to undress him, too, but that would have to
wait.

   "Roger, take your things off and we'll lie down.  I'll undress you
another time, but I can't wait any longer".  I matched action to words and
lay on the Lilo.

   "Yes, Julie love".  I had my first experience of how quickly boys can
undress.  On moment he was fully dressed and perfectly decent apart from
the bulge in his jeans.  I blinked, and there he was, naked and erect over
of me, with clothes all over the shed.  He looked HUGE from that angle and
it was lovely for me to see him naked for the first time.

   Instead of lying down, he knelt beside me and stroked me where I was
already soaking wet.  When he touched my clitoris with his right
forefinger, and squeezed a nipple with his other hand, I burst.  I was
wriggling and moaning so loud that it was good thing the shed was so far
from the shop!  As he knelt over me, I reached up and took his penis in my
hand.  I had thought of teasing him, as he'd teased me, but one look at his
tense face and his throbbing organ decided me against that.  I pulled him
down to me with my left hand round his buttocks and jerked his penis
fiercely, rubbing its head against my right nipple.  Within seconds, he
spurted all over my little breast, covering it completely with semen. 
There seemed to be gallons of it!!  Maybe he hadn't masturbated in the four
weeks we'd been apart!  I certainly had...

   As he looked down at me, dripping with my juices and his, I took a big
dollop of his semen on my finger and licked it clean.  "Mmm, s'nice", I
murmured.  Roger's face was a mixture of surprise and excitement.

   "Come and snuggle with me", I invited, patting the Lilo beside me.  We
lay quietly in each other's arms for a while, then I got together the nerve
to ask that question.

   "That was an lovely big come, Roger", as indeed it was, "Haven't you
masturbated since we made love last?" He went rigid in my arms for a
second, obviously astonished that I knew about these things.  Then he
relaxed and admitted "Yes, of course, but I like to save myself for a
couple of days before we meet, if you know what I mean?" "Even when we
might miss out because of the horrid weather?  That's really nice, Roger".

   He was smiling again, and even looking rather pleased with himself. 
"How did you know I masturbated, though, Julie?" "You're a teenage boy,
aren't you?" "Yes, well, I suppose that's right - I was surprised you knew
about it, that's all.  Do you..." He hesitated.

   "Yes, I do, Roger.  How long have you been doing it?  I only learnt this
Spring".

   "Since I was eleven, I think, but I've only been, well, you know, coming
stuff for about a year.  How often do you do it?" "Most nights, in the bath
or in bed, sometimes both.  Since I saw you for the first time, I've
thought of you when I do it".

   "Me too, Julie, even before we met, I'd think of you in the bath or in
bed or, once, even in the school toilets because I'd seen you at lunchtime
and I couldn't wait".  I saw his hand slip down to his penis as he said
this, and I was rather surprised to find that mine had crept between my
legs.

   We looked down at each other and he whispered, "Let's do it together,
lover".

   So we did.  It was exciting to watch him doing it, but even more so to
touch myself in my most intimate parts while he watched.  I had a lovely
orgasm, and we managed to come together, which was nice.  I noticed that he
didn't produce quite as much as the first time, but there was certainly
enough to make quite a mess on my tummy.  This time, he was waiting for me
to taste my sample, and he smiled when he did it.

   He quite deliberately ran two fingers between my wet labia and licked
them clean, while I smiled at him.

   "That was brill", I said, "but some time I'd like to do it while you
watch and then you can do it for me".

   "Yes, Julie", he smiled, "I'll look forward to that..." We hugged again,
and lay in comfort for a fair time, which was lovely.

   Then we dressed, Roger collecting clothes from every corner of the shed.

   We kissed, and he slipped away, with a whispered "See you here next
week".

   I tidied up, leaving the place as we'd found it, and locked both doors
behind me.  As I left, I reminded myself to put the keys back next morning,
and Larry would be none the wiser.

   Later.

   I put the bunch of keys back this morning.  Larry said nothing, so he
can't have noticed their absence.  I had the copies, so we at last had
somewhere to be warm and dry.  I felt bad about deceiving him, because he'd
been so kind, but I really HAD to see Roger and I wasn't doing any real
harm.

   Friday Dec 8th

   Yesterday we did something new - after we crept into in Larry's
wonderful shed undressed, and stroked each other to orgasm, Roger broke
away and asked "Julie, is there anything else you'd like us to do?" "Well,
there's was no way we could have full sex, although I'd love to.

   Your parents would go ballistic if you were found with a condom and my
Mum would die rather than let me go on the Pill".

   "There's something else we could try", he said tentatively.

   "What's that, Roger?" "Well, you know, like, well...  oral sex...  Of
course, if you don't want to..." It was clear he was stretching his courage
to the sticking point (you see, we do do Shakespeare at the Comprehensive)
"I've never tried it, love, but I love your penis and, well I've tasted
your stuff and I like it...  If you want to, I'd love to." "I'll do you as
well, Julie, if I can work out what to do", Roger promised.  "Only I've
never done it before so you mustn't mind if I'm not very good".

   "You hadn't done it with your hand until our first time, and that was
really cool", I reminded him.  "Who goes first?  I know people do it to
each other together (I'd heard of soixante-neuf, but had no idea how it
worked), but I don't think we could do that first time out.  Tell you what,
we'll toss for it".

   "We just did", he laughed and then, as I looked baffled, he explained
the joke.

   "Very funny", I said derisively.  "Now, do you have a coin?" "In my
pocket, Julie".  I found his jeans wrapped lovingly round a lawnmower -
Roger would need training if I ever married him.  I slapped a 10p piece
down on my tummy and said "Heads or Tails - whoever calls right goes first"
"Heads", he called, and it was.

   Roger looked very nervous, and so was I, but I was also very eager.  I
laid back on our bed and raised and opened my legs to give Roger access to
my excited but nervous parts.  Roger crawled forward on his knees as if he
was on an assault course until I saw his head between my thighs and felt
his warm breath on my crotch.  "Come on, love", I urged, restraining myself
from pushing his head down on me.

   I felt the first tentative touch of his tongue on my outer lips, and I
reached down with both hands to open myself up to him.  He licked more
firmly now, and the feeling was like nothing else, even more so that his
increasingly skilful fingers.  His hands took over from mine, holding me
open, and I squeezed my little breasts as the warm tingling inside me
spread up my body.

   "Am I doing it right", Roger asked, raising his head an inch and
forsaking my inner lips for a second.

   "Yes, yes, oh please don't stop", I gasped, as my orgasm came nearer.  I
was about to ask him to pay attention to my clitoris, but Roger was a quick
learner.  He shifted up and inch or so and I felt the most amazing feeling
of my young life as his tongue licked the bottom of my clit.  One hand went
down to push his head closer into me, while the other squeezed my breast
hard enough to hurt quite exquisitely.  "Yes, OOH, yes, I'm coming..." I
screamed, loud enough to startle anyone foolish enough to be gardening on
this grey, wet December day.

   Roger kept going, until I had to pull his head off me, as the
stimulation of my clitoris became too much to bear.  I really don't know
how he didn't suffocate - perhaps he breathed through his ears....

   "Was that good for you", he asked, from the region of my navel.

   "Lovely, lovely, lovely", I enthused.  "Come up here and be kissed".

   I tasted myself on his lips and was surprised how agreeable it was.

   "Give me a moment, and it's your turn, Roger", I promised.

   "You don't have to...", he started bravely, but I stopped him there.

   "No, firstly, you've earned it and, secondly, I really want to feel your
penis in my mouth." I thought about the mechanics of this - kneeling over
him as he lay on his back seemed the easiest way, but I wanted to be closer
to Roger than that.  Then I remembered a picture I'd seen in a magazine
that the girls had giggled over a few months back.  It had shocked and
disgusted me at the time, but I'd learnt a lot since then.

   "Come up a bit further, love and kneel over me.  That's right, with your
knees on either side of my chest".  I could see his erect penis in front of
me, pointing straight at my face.  Now lower yourself down a bit.  I could
feel his testicles resting between my little breasts and I could tell that
he was enjoying the feeling just as much as me.  I leaned forward and
kissed the tip of his penis.  He automatically pushed forward and his penis
slipped into my mouth.

   I could tell he was going to apologise again but, when I ran my tongue
around it, he completely lost the power of speech and was reduced to
grunts. I put my hand on his rigid shaft and stroked up and down.  Within
seconds I heard him gasp "Look out, Julie, I'm going to come".

   I nodded, insofar as I could in the circumstances.  He groaned, "No,
stop, I'll come in your mouth".  That was fine by me - I nodded again and
suddenly he spurted on to my tongue.  I wasn't bothered by the taste, but
there seemed a lot more than when he came on to my tummy.  Maybe my mouth
was smaller than I thought!  He spurted three more times, and I managed to
swallow most of it, though it was a close thing.  Maybe we both breathed
through our ears?  His penis shrank in my mouth, a surprisingly touching
feeling.  It slipped out, and I looked up to see Roger's head raised in
ecstasy.  Any doubts I had about the experience flew out of the window as I
realised that his pleasure in oral sex was at least as great as mine.

   I cuddled his testicles by pushing my breasts together with my hands.

   He looked down at me, and I could tell he was going to apologise again.

   "If you say 'sorry' again, I'm going to squeeze - hard!" I laughed. 
"That was lovely for me too".

   "Oh, Julie, thank you, thank you.  It was unbelievable - I thought my
head was going to burst".

   "Well, this did", I said, kissing its tip and watching it stir and rise.

   When I stood to attention I whispered, "Roger, masturbate for me.  Let
me see you do it, and I'll do the same for you." "I'm not sure..." "Please,
Roger, I'd really like to see it..." In front of my face, his hand came
down to his penis and he started to rub himself.  I noticed he was rougher
with it than I was, but it seemed to work.  He was soon grunting and
gasping and, as he did so, my right hand slipped down to my vulva and I
stared stroking.  I was still soaking wet from his licking, and I was
already very excited, so it wasn't long before I was nearly there.

   Roger beat me to it, though.  He groaned "I'm coming, Julie.".  I think
he was expecting me to take him in my mouth, but I just touched the tip
with my tongue to encourage him.  He spurted, nowhere near as much as
before, but it went over my face.  I remembered at the very last moment to
close my eyes, but it went everywhere else...  Roger had no chance to
apologise, though.  "Roger, please, get down between my legs", I gasped.

   He probably thought I wanted him to finish me off with his tongue, but I
had other ideas.  As soon as he was down there I gasped, "Watch while I
make myself come", and pinched my clitoris between two fingers.  As he
watched, I had another orgasm in front of his eyes.  This one was a bit
edgy; I'd learnt that the third one often was, but no less welcome for
that.

   As I stopped gasping and twitching, Roger bent down and gave me a lovely
kiss, right on my lower lips, with as much love as he'd kissed me before on
my mouth.  Then he lay down on me, and we cuddled, totally exhausted and
fulfilled.

   After Roger left, and I as I was tiding up, I wondered about what I'd
said earlier - was there any way I could get hold of some condoms and,
perhaps, hide them in the 'cash box' or perhaps in the shed somewhere?

   Friday Dec 15th

   I waited for AGES yesterday and Roger didn't come.  I'd done all I could
- I'd found a loose floorboard for hiding condoms, I'd pumped up the Lilo
and everything and I was waiting for him and I felt VERY sexy.  By three
o'clock I knew he wasn't coming, so I couldn't wait any more.  I lay on the
Lilo, but I didn't take all my things off because he wasn't there to see.

   I just rolled my sweater up over my bra, and pulled my jeans and
knickers down to my ankles.  I lay there with my knees up and apart and
wondered what it would be like to have Roger inside me.  I was already wet
down there, so I slipped my forefinger into my vagina.  I was a bit
worried, but it went in really easily - I'd never ridden a horse in my
life, but I've always been keen on P.E.

   It felt really good inside me, and I sort of squoze myself together so
that my finger felt what Roger's penis would feel.  I made up my mind there
and then to get hold of those condoms, whatever the risk.

   I started moving my finger in and out - I was nearly there when the door
opened!  I don't know who was more surprised, me seeing Roger full dressed
above me, panting with exertion, and him seeing me half-naked on the floor,
finger inside myself and panting with excitement.

   I thought for a moment he'd be horrified and my hand stopped where it
was - I couldn't bear to take it away that close to orgasm.  Instead, our
eyes met as his look of horror was replaced by a naughty grin.  He unzipped
himself where he stood, took out his penis and masturbated as he stood
above me.  Almost without me knowing, my finger started moving again and,
within seconds I was having a really strong orgasm.

   When I opened my eyes, Roger was still looking into them as he jerked
himself harder than I'd ever have dared.  Within a minute - it can't have
been any longer - he shot his semen all over me.  Most of it landed on my
tummy and legs but there was some on my jeans, some on my sweater and a
couple of drops on my face.

   I didn't mind, even if it did mean I'd have to be extra careful to clean
it up before I got home.  I was just so pleased to see him, and to come
together with him.

   Roger hadn't even closed the door behind him (fortunately, it faced the
garden wall, otherwise there'd have been a spectacular show for the
neighbours), and he did so now.

   He undressed as untidily as ever (I really must train him if he's going
to be my husband) and lay down in my arms.  I undressed too and, since I
was lying down already, my clothes ended up on the floor too.  Oh, well...

   "I'm really sorry, Julie.  Games were called off because the pitch was
waterlogged.  Some idiot cheered, so we were all kept back for an hour.  I
thought you'd be far way by the time I got here".

   "I was, didn't you notice?" I smiled.

   "Yes, I was amazed - it was sooo sexy to see.  You had your finger...

   Well, I mean I've never seen..." "Yes, Roger, love.  I wanted to feel
what it would be like if you were inside me.  It was lovely, but not as
good as the real thing, I expect".

   "Would you like me to do that with my finger, Julie?" "I'll be very
cross if you don't, when we've both got our breath back", I giggled, "but I
didn't mean that.  I've got some bad news and some good news.  The bad news
is that next week, it'll be the wrong time of the month for me and anyway,
it'll be nearly Christmas and my Mum'll have a million things for me to do.
The good news is that, over Christmas, I'll try to get hold of some condoms
and I'll hide them in the shed - I've found a loose floorboard we can use.
With a bit of luck, we can meet here again on the 28th and we can have full
sex." "That's, great, Julie.  I mean, not the two weeks apart, that'll be
horrid, but it'll be really nice to do it properly.  Will you be able to
get away then?" "Should be able to, unless I have to meet aunts and uncles
and all that nonsense.  I hate all that 'Hasn't she grown?  How is she
doing at school?  'she' can talk, you know!" "Yes, same here, it's a total
pain.  And they always bring you crappy presents for a little kid and you
have to say 'thank you' and put up with their prodding..." We cuddled to
drive away the awful spectre of Christmas relatives.  As we hugged, I felt
Roger's penis coming back to life against my tummy.  I wrapped my hand
round it and imagined how it would feel inside me.

   "Shall I do what we said earlier, Julie", he asked.

   "Yes, love, but stroke me first and be gentle with me." It hadn't hurt
when I did it, but I was VERY careful.

   "Of course, Julie, you know I will." I suppose I did, and he was.  He
stroked me for ages and I was soaking wet and I had to say, "Yes, now,
please, now Roger", or I'd have come before he ever got there.  It was so
sweet to feel him slide gently inside me and he was SO gentle.  It was me
who shouted, "Harder, harder, please, Roger" and then I came with his
finger banging in and out.

   He knows me well enough now to know when to stop, but he left his finger
in there.  To be honest, I was a tiny bit sore, but that was my fault for
egging him on and even that was nice in a way.  I daydreamed about how it
would be when we REALLY did it...

   Then I looked down and realised that I hadn't been touching Roger for
ages and his penis was standing there expectantly but patiently.  There was
only one thing to do, really.  I sort of bent myself round so I could kiss
the end and, before Roger could say anything, I was sucking on it and
stroking his testicles.  Doing me must have turned him on, because he came
in my mouth almost straight away.  I was learning how to do that, as well,
because I managed to swallow almost all of it.

   He managed to keep his finger in me all through this, even when he came,
which was very agile of him and very nice for me.

   We cuddled for a moment, but we had to go very soon, because Roger had
been so late.  We kissed extra hard, though, because we were going to miss
a week and because of what we were looking forward to, next time.

   Saturday Dec 23rd

   YES!  I was very brave yesterday.  I went to a party in the kiddie's
room at the White Lion, which was really naff, but I managed to get into
the Ladies alone and bought lots of condoms from the machine.  I had plenty
of money - that's another of Larry's clever ideas.  I tell Mum I earn five
quid a week and save the other three in my safe.  Afterwards, I sneaked
into the shed and read the instructions until I had them off by heart,
although I wasn't sure I understood them!  I found my loose floorboard - to
be fair, most of them are.  It's a bit damp under there, but they're
foil-wrapped so it should be all right.  I can't wait to show them to Roger
next week!

   Friday Dec 29th

   DAMN DAMN DAMN!!  BUGGER even!!!  BLOODY relatives!  I could see the
clock ticking away yesterday afternoon while my aunt cooed and fussed over
me.  Guess what wonderful present she brought - YES, gloves.  Little kiddie
gloves with reindeer - BLEUUGGHH!  About half past four she wittered on
about it "getting late".  Of course it was - HALF AN HOUR too late.

   I hate BLOODY CHRISTMAS!  Hope Roger didn't walk past the back gate too
many times.  Maybe he was infested with relatives too.

   I was looking forward to being really grown up yesterday.  Still, maybe
the New Year might be the right time...

   NEW DIARY =========

   Thursday Jan 4th

   Today, I grew up.  I hope that's not too pretentious, but that's how I
feel!  I'm writing this at Larry's shop about half past four.  I couldn't
wait to do it tomorrow, so I went round to the front (a half-mile walk!)
and asked if I could have a go at my diary.  No school today, so I felt
safe to do it without being noticed.

   I wonder if he guessed why?  I almost floated in, with a huge smile and
he gave me a Look and a grin.  I like Larry - I'm sorry I doubted him to
start with.

   It's strange - I'm a bit sore down there, but I feel I could run up a
mountain, or at least the Tump!  How do I start?  Well, first, Roger was
infested with relatives last week, so it was the same for both of us.

   We arrived almost at the same time, which we MUSTN'T do in future, but
we were stood there in the shed in our outdoor clothes.

   He put it perfectly, "I could see the clock over Uncle William's
shoulder and the clock was making progress, but Uncle William wasn't.  He
wanted to know about all the things that bored me most, and he wanted me to
be grateful for a truly awful woolly sweater that I wouldn't choose in a
million years.  The one thing that really mattered to me last year was the
one thing I couldn't talk about".

   "Same here, Roger, except that it was gloves." I showed him the
offending articles.  "The only one who knows about us is Larry, and he's
only guessing".

   "What, you mean he knows about the shed?" Roger looked horrified.

   "No, of course not, but he lets me keep my diary in a safe in the shop,
and he's seen me crying a couple of times.  Don't worry, he'd never tell
anyone, and he doesn't have a key to my safe".

   I told Roger about the two diaries and Larry's clever idea to let my
mother find the 'innocent' one.

   "I'm not sure I'm not jealous, Julie", Roger said, but with a smile.

   "Roger, he's fifty if he's a day", I protested.

   "No, love, I don't mean it.  It's nice he's kind to you and, if he's
your friend then he's mine too".

   We hugged and kissed to make up.  Roger stroked my breast through my
clothes and whispered "Shall we undress, love?" "Just a moment, love.  See
what I've got here!" I levered up a floorboard that I'd marked with biro
and palmed my prize.  "Tara!" I trumpeted, and revealed a pack of three
Virgin condoms.

   "You got them, Julie!" Roger beamed at me.

   "Yes, and they're Virgins, just like me", I laughed, putting them on the
chair.  "There's more down there, too.  I thought it was better to get a
few packets, rather than risk being caught each time.  Let me undress you,
like I promised..." I did, and there were about a dozen layers, including
the offending sweater which was even more horrid than he'd described - when
I'd finished it was weird but nice to see him naked and erect while I was
in my outdoor things.

   I knelt down and kissed his penis and said, "Your turn, love".  This
time I let him do it all without my help and he even managed to undo my bra
from the front at only the third attempt.  By the time he finally slid my
knickers down and kissed me on my little bush, I was very excited and just
a little bit nervous.

   We lay down and stroked each other until I was ready - he tested with
his finger in my vagina, which felt divine.

   I leaned over to the chair, got the condom and passed it to Roger.  We
read the instructions together a couple of times and worked out what we had
to do with it, and he removed the foil at his second try.  Unfortunately,
by this time, little Roger was well asleep.  I was happy to put that right
with a little manual encouragement and to take charge myself.  I didn't
tell Roger, but I'd gone over the instructions in my head almost every day
since I'd hidden them.  I put the little rubber thing on the end of his
penis and rolled it down over him, and wondered why I'd worried so much
about something so simple...

   I opened up my legs and raised my knees and Roger knelt between them.

   He laid down on me and pushed his penis at my crotch.  I knew he wasn't
going to find what he was looking for, so I guided the tip between my lips
and into my vagina.  Roger, bless him, was nervous about hurting me, so I
pressed down on his buttocks and raised my hips, so he slid right up inside
me.  I just held him there for a moment, to enjoy the fullness inside then
I looked up at him and whispered "Now, please, Roger." He looked puzzled
for a moment, so I said, "Fuck me, Roger, love".  I don't know why - I
don't think I've used the word a handful of times in my life, but it seemed
to work.  He started moving in and out, and I helped with my hips.  I'd
never understood why everyone made such a fuss about sex, but I'd begun to
learn over the last year, and now I really KNEW.  I came first, gasping his
name, and held him so tight with my arms and my vagina, as I squeezed him
inside me, that he had to stop moving.  Then I relaxed, and he started
again, really slowly and tenderly.  Then he started to come and he was
bouncing up and down so hard I could hardly hold him inside me.  Then he
thrust REALLY hard and pumped inside me three or four times.  I felt the
condom grow in my vagina, and I wished I could feel his stuff filling me
up. I had the good sense to realise that was for later - even then, I was
sure we'd be married one day!  We lay like that for minutes, with Roger
shrinking a little but staying inside me.  We pecked each other with little
kisses on the mouth and cheeks and then just looked into each other's eyes.
Roger said "I love you" as he looked down at me and I said the same, and it
hit me with surprise that we'd never said it before, although we both knew
it.

   We kissed again and I said "Roll over, love, you're beginning to squash
me".  He started to apologise, and I put my finger on his lips and smiled.

   "It's all right, Roger, I think I quite enjoy being squashed".

   We lay back, and I slipped the condom off his sleeping penis I was
impressed by the amount of semen in there - Roger was obviously keeping to
his regime of abstinence before meetings.  We hadn't thought about how we
were going to deal with their disposal until Roger suggested the waste bin
by the local bus stop.  I'd always been disgusted by finding them there,
but now we were going to add to the pile.

   As I looked down at him, his penis began to grow again and I wrapped my
hand round it.  I could see the question in his eyes and I shook my head
and said "No, love, she's a bit sore", which, when I thought of it, was
true.  His penis was much bigger than his finger, let alone mine and I
ached down there - not just my vagina, which hurt in a really nice, warm
way, but my hipjoints, which felt as if I'd done an hour on the
pommel-horse.  I guess, like that, having sex will get easier as I
practise. I'm certainly looking forward to trying!  It had been so good,
and Roger had been so careful, that I decided to give him a special
present. "Stand up, love", I commanded.  He did, looking mystified.

   I knelt in front of him and took his penis in my mouth.  For a moment,
it tasted strange from the condom, but that didn't last and it soon tasted
as sweet as ever (well, to me it did - it tasted of Roger).  I licked him
just under the tip - the first time I did it, his reaction made me think it
must hurt, but now I knew it felt extra specially good.  I stroked his
balls with my left hand and his penis with his right until he gasped "I'm
coming, Julie, yes, NOW!" I took as much of him as I could get in my mouth
and swallowed.  If I couldn't have his semen in my vagina, my mouth was the
next best thing.  I held him to me with both hands round his tight little
buttocks and sucked him as hard as I could until he was forced to pull out
and away.

   "Ow, that hurt!" He complained.

   "Then we're quits, I said", smiling up at him with just a hint of semen
on my lips and chin.

   Even then, he started to apologise and realised I was joking - he really
had been brought up to be polite!  We snuggled down together like spoons,
with Roger curled up behind and around me, and we mumbled sweet nothings to
each other for ages.

   Later, we got dressed and kissed our goodbyes, Roger left, and I dashed
round here to write this.  I still feel better than I've ever done before
and, sitting down, I can feel myself really warm and throbby down there.

   Strange thing is, I want Roger in there more than ever now.  Still,
there's always next week...

   Friday Jan 11th

   I'm a bit rushed today, because I overslept, dreaming of what we did
yesterday.  We did it twice, and Roger got me to go on top second time
round.  It's nice like that - I could choose my own rhythm and I like to
take it a bit slower than Roger.  Mind you, it's all nice.  It's wonderful
the fun a girl and boy can have without a Nintendo or an Xbox!  Maybe I'll
write the book "1001 Things a Girl and Boy Can Do"...  I wonder if there
really are 1001.  I'm burbling - got to run or I'll be late for school.

   ...

   Chapter 5 The Newsagent's Tale (Part 3)

   Monday Jun 11th

   It was June now, and the kids' affair seemed to be going smoothly.

   Julie was blissfully happy and I was amazed that her mother couldn't see
the change in her.  Mind you, she's a miserable cow, who can't see beyond
her own imagined suffering, so maybe that's why.

   Julie had just had her fourteenth birthday, she'd got none of the
presents she wanted, and she didn't care.  She had her Roger, and that was
enough.  Well, almost enough...

   One morning she asked me tentatively whether it would be possible for
her go on the pill now she was fourteen, without her mother knowing.  Why
she thought I, a childless divorcé, would know, I can't imagine.  I suspect
she saw me as some kind of father figure.  I told her I'd find out - there
must be some information about it on the Internet.

   I did find out, and she could.  It occurred to me that she could equally
well have found out herself, but she wanted some kind of parental approval.

   She certainly wouldn't get it from her mother - "No" was her favourite
word, closely followed by "Don't" and "Men!", in tones of contempt.

   I agreed that she could keep the Pill in her safe - she was here every
day, after all, it was just as accessible here as at home.  Once again, I
reminded her to keep my role in all this out of her diary, which is why I
record it here.  As far the diary was concerned, I had no idea what was in
her safe, and that's the way it stayed.

   Chapter 6 - Julie's Diary (Part 4)

   Friday Jun 14th

   Roger was really disappointed last week when I said I couldn't see him
this week, but I had a BETTER idea.  I went into Borchester to the Brook
Clinic, and got my first prescription for the Pill.  They looked a bit
doubtful when I said I was 14 but, apparently, they aren't allowed to check
and anyway, I AM 14, just...

   They say I have to be on the pill for a month before I stop using 'other
means of protection' - sounds like having a couple of bouncers!  I've
marked the date in my diary.

   ...

   Thursday Jul 12th TODAY'S THE DAY!!!!!!

   Friday Jul 13th

   Another Friday 13th, just like the day we met - that's a LUCKY day for
me now.

   I didn't let on to Roger yesterday, we undressed and stroked each other
as before, but I took the condom off the chair and THREW IT AWAY.  Roger
looked at me as if I'd gone mad, and even more so when I laid on my back,
opened my legs and said, "Fuck me, Roger!" As he hesitated I said, "Yes,
come on, love, I'm on the Pill now - I didn't tell you because I wanted it
to be a surprise".

   Actually, I wondered whether I'd gone too far, because he looked like it
was more of a shock than a surprise.  Little Roger hadn't lost
concentration, though.  As he slid into me, unsheated for the first time,
it felt so much better for me but I could see that it even more so for
Roger.  He was way ahead of me and trying to hold on, but I whispered "Come
on Roger, come inside me.  Yes, come on, I want to feel your semen in me".

   Feeling his semen spurting into me was worth all the hassle and
embarrassment of the clinic.  Although I hadn't come, I felt incredibly
warm inside and I squoze him to me.

   "I'm sorr...".

   "Don't you dare apologise, that was lovely.  Just stay inside me until
you're ready to start again".  I stroked his buttocks, and it wasn't long
before I felt him rise up again inside me, a pleasure denied by those
condoms.

   This time, he concentrated on my pleasure.  He was slow and gentle and
he teased me until I had my orgasm.  My throat and vagina went into spasm
and I felt his lovely penis inside me with no barrier between us.  Then he
came, not harsh and loud, but soft and flowing, and I felt myself
completely full with his penis and his semen.

   After a long rest, we did it a THIRD time, with me on top.  This time we
came exactly together, which was nice.  I was a bit embarrassed by all the
stuff that ran out of me afterwards.  Roger told me not to be so silly, it
was better than horrid condoms and anyway it was essence of US, which I
thought was sweet.

   I should have been really sore, but Roger's semen seemed to soothe me. I
didn't think I could possibly do it 3 times in a row!  I was still bouncing
when we kissed goodbye, but very wet between the legs.

   Got to be careful about my knickers, though.  When I got home, I noticed
they were a bit messy and I had to clean them up a bit before putting them
in the laundry basket.  Fortunately, Mum makes me do all the washing, but
it's just the sort of thing she might look for when she's snooping.

   ...

   Tuesday Sep 11th

   DISASTER - Mum's going to find out about the Pill.  Yesterday, as I was
coming out of the Brook Clinic after a check-up, I bumped into one of her
bloody nosy friends - I might have brazened it out but I was so gobsmacked
that I gave myself away.  She said she'd come up to Loxley Barrett tomorrow
and tell Mum.  I've got to tell her myself this evening - I might at least
get the credit for being honest...

   Yes, right, like that'll help.  Goodbye Roger, goodbye diary.  I wish I
was DEAD!!!

   Chapter 7 The Newsagent's Tale (Part 4)

   Tuesday Sep 11th

   Julie was in tears today, for the first time in ages.  She'd been so
happy and now she was weeping over her diary.  I took one look at her when
she arrived and told her to make some tea and I'd do the round myself.  For
once I wouldn't take no for an answer.  She told me that her 'bloody
mother' would find out about the Pill tomorrow and she was going to tell
her first.  She told me who had seen her coming out of the Clinic in
Borchester and I knew there was no way she'd resist the chance to wreck
Julie's life.  Julie was young and pretty and those were two strikes
against her to start with.  Why are there so many miserable old women
about? No wonder I'd never re-married!  This time, there was absolutely
nothing I could do, although it broke my heart.  I knew I could get in
trouble over this but, frankly, I didn't give a damn.  Nothing that was
coming to me would match what was going to happen to Julie and, possibly,
Roger.  I doubted that myself, though.  His parents seemed decent enough to
understand him and well-off enough to get him off any charges the old cow
might prefer.

   I was getting ready to shut up shop when I heard an ambulance hammer
past towards Julie's house.  For a moment, I wondered if her mother had
gone right over the top and attacked her, so I shut early and hurried over
in that direction.  The ambulance was sat outside the house with lights
flashing, but it was a very large body being gently stretchered into it.

   Then Julie appeared, with a blanket and a policewoman's arm around her.
I elbowed through the crowd that was already forming (ten years as a club
second-row forward has its advantages) and embraced her.

   "What happened, Julie", I asked.  She was white as a sheet and could
only stutter, but the policewoman pushed me away surprisingly gently.

   Her colleague came out and asked me who I was.  "Well technically, I'm
her part-time employer, but I'm also a friend".  He quietly took me aside
and explained that her mother had had a serious heart attack and that Julie
was in deep shock.  "Can I go with them?" I asked, "I'm not a relative, but
I'm probably the nearest she has in the village" "I'll ask", he said, "hang
on, mate".

   I must admit, I was pretty shaky myself, for several reasons.  As Julie
was helped into the ambulance she turned and gave me the ghost of a smile.

   I did my best to smile back, but it wasn't easy.  The policeman came
back and gave me the thumbs-up.  "The girl's going to need someone and,
like you said, there doesn't seem to be anyone else".

   I thanked him profusely and my opinion of coppers, never too high, went
up several notches.  I clambered into the ambulance and took hold of
Julie's hand, which was cold as ice.  I hate that hospital smell of
disinfectant and shit, and the ambulance was a little hospital on wheels,
but my feelings weren't important at the moment.  Julie had her head down
on my shoulder; she was trying to cry, but there didn't seem to be much
left.  I looked at the body, then at the paramedic and she gave me the
tiniest shake of the head.  It was enough; I knew Julie was an orphan.

   Julie knew as well, I think.  I hugged her and, as she tried to make a
secure nest in my armpit I wondered for the first time about adoption.

   Julie was kept in for 24 hours for observation at Borchester General
Hospital.  We'd known each other well before, but we got to know each other
very much better over the next few terrible days.  If the formal
pronouncement of her mother's death wasn't enough, the funeral was pure
hell.

   I was glad to see that her mother's busybody friend from Borchester
wasn't there.  If she knew her Bible as well as I thought, she would have
known about the messenger who came to Eli and the effect of THAT message.

   Curiously, she'd have been only partly right.

   Long after the funeral, and the inquest, which returned a verdict of
accidental death, Julie told me what really happened.

   She had come home and told her mother about the Brook Clinic and the
contraceptive, and had admitted she was having sex with a boy.  When she
refused point-blank to name him, her mother flew into a rage, as I'd
feared, threatened to kill her and reached for the poker.  Julie ran to her
room, barricaded the door and waited in terror.  When nothing happened
after ten minutes that seemed an age, Julie crept out and saw her mother
lying on the floor unmoving, face contorted in agony.  She phoned the
ambulance and the police immediately, but, by then, it was too late.  The
irony was that the ten minutes while Julie cowered in fear put paid to any
chance of saving her assailant.

   I could see that Julie wasn't to blame, but it took a very long time
before she convinced herself of that.

   Chapter 8 Julie's Diary (Part 5)

   Friday Oct 13th

   Today, October 13th 2006, is the biggest day of my life - I'm marrying
Roger at last!  Larry (I mean Dad) is giving me away and Roger's parents
will be there.

   It took a long time for them to get used to the idea of him marrying a
Montague Street girl - I suppose my4 A-levels helped!  Anyway, we're both
over 18, so they don't have too much choice.  Nobody could understand why
we chose Friday 13th - and in October as well, but we both insisted on it.

   It looks like being a lovely Autumn day as well.

   Looking back at the first entries in my diary all of 5 years ago, I
realise just how much I have to thank Dad for all this - all I have to do
now is fix him up with a suitable partner!  I've got Roger's Mum and Dad to
invite a few possibles.  Mind you, he'd kill me if he read this!  I can't
help feeling it's like a Shakespeare play with a happy ending - I just
can't quite put my finger on it...

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