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A Discovery Ch. 01

By: GeorgieH



I was twenty-one when it started - fittingly, by accident. 

My looks were reasonable. I was no super-model, for sure, but I wasn't going to be picked for a pig party. I didn't turn people's heads because of beauty, but there again I didn't turn them towards the nearest bucket either. My build was on the light side of average, but I wasn't all skin and bones. My hair was a dark shade of blonde that no one was going to call 'ash', but there again no one would call it 'mousy'.

Little miss 'slightly-above average' would be a reasonable summary, I guess. Ever so slightly.

It was vacation time - I was 'busy' studying sports science at university - and my parents had decided that I would be an ideal house-sitter while they took an extended summer break with my aunt and uncle halfway across the world. It suited me - a three-bedroom, detached property backing on to secluded woods, at the edge of a busy town which offered bars aplenty and two delightful-by-night and seedy-by-day clubs. Seclusion by day (ideal for hangovers) and parties by night (ideal for hangover creation). The one-night invasion of my little (well, eighteen year-old but still little to me) brother for just the one planned evening was going to be reluctantly tolerated, but that was the least of my concerns.

I hasten to add that I was no party-animal, no easy-to-bed rave monster, but I was twenty-one and I was taking a much-needed break from university life. As you may surmise from my description of the house, the family weren't short of a coin or five, and money was no real issue for me.

During the week in question, the weather had turned unusually hot - the sun shone from dawn to dusk, and the temperature soared to almost unheard of heights. As a confirmed sun bunny I was in heaven.

Late on the Tuesday morning I was communing with a sun lounger in the back garden, bikini-clad but secure in the knowledge that the property's high hedges meant that I wasn't overlooked. That might sound a little super-self-conscious for a confirmed twenty-one year-old sun bunny, but back then I was very shy of my slightly under-endowed body and the concept of possibly being seen in a two-piece swim suit was alarming for me in the extreme. In that particular back garden, however, I was more than happy to expose so much flesh. The only possible viewing point was from the woods and, as I said earlier, they were very secluded. As the day wore on to the steamier side of the middle of the day, I was even starting to feel over-dressed!

It was an article in the over-glossy, over-priced, under-quality magazine I was occasionally reading through my wraparound shades that started it all. It featured holidays on the South Coast of France and was accompanied by a series of photographs showing an array of young women in one-piece swimwear - but one-piece bikinis. I snorted a laugh, trying to imagine myself being so daring as to go topless in a busy resort. I hadn't been topless since my age was in single digits and my tits (sorry, but I hate the words 'boobs', 'baps' and the other distinctly childish terms that are used) were not even developing. Not that they've exactly sprouted much since then.

But then I raised my head and looked around me.

Those young women - all a few years either side of my age - looked so relaxed and somehow so free. I started to wonder for real just what that might feel like. I looked around me again at the tall hedgerows and listened intently for any sound of branches cracking under foot in the woods. The former were even taller than I had thought and the latter was completely absent. The house, behind me, was, I knew, completely empty. I was unseen, spread on the sun lounger.

And my fascination grew.

From nowhere I developed a sudden desire to know just what the freedom that those young women in deepest, darkest St. Raphael were feeling. I checked again, and again on the hedges and for the crackle of twigs underfoot. For some dumb reason I even looked back at the house to make sure my parents hadn't flown twelve thousand miles that morning and were back in residence. I was alone and unseen.

With trembling fingers I reached behind my neck a tugged at the halter tie on my bikini top, then lower to where a back-strap kept the garment in place. 

It finally fell away and I was sitting there topless.

The sun caressed flesh that had remained unseen by that giant star for... well, ever, and the tiniest warm breeze stroked across my suddenly bare skin. 

And I fell in love with that feeling in an instant.

It took me a few minutes before I dared so much as move, but then I stood, slowly. My head still pivoted between the hedges, the house and the woods, every sense trained on reassuring me that I was alone and unseen, but my mind was gradually succumbing to the delight and, yes, the freedom that I was feeling.

I took a few nervous steps away from the lounger, stupidly feeling as if I was leaving some sort of safe house, and approached the dark and silent woods at the end of the garden. Every step made me feel more assured, less threatened. It felt like heaven.

The fluttering in my chest and stomach eased and I stood there, my bared breasts proud and delighted. I wondered what the heck my shyness had all been about - this was a delight. Perhaps the newfound pleasure sent the blood rushing to my head.

My hands toyed with the ties at my hips. No one could see, right? And if just my top being off felt that good, surely the effect would be magnified a hundredfold if I lost the one remaining piece of cloth that covered me?

I tugged at both ties simultaneously, gasping as the bikini bottoms fell to the ground and a totally alien feeling swept over me. Or more to the point, over the most intimate part of me. 

I stood totally still for a few moments, amazed and delighted in equal measure. 

I was naked. I was nude. The shyness had sloughed off me as fast as the bikini. Blood pulsed in my temples and I bent and grabbed the discarded bikini bottoms, balling it in a slightly shaky fist before turning and hurling it back towards the sun lounger. 

I looked down at myself, looked to where the sun was somehow stroking the neatly trimmed blush of yellowish hair, the delicate strands neatened in deference to the tight little bikini bottoms, but now welcoming every ray of sunlight, every whisper of warm breeze. I was in a heaven I had never known existed. I raised my head and turned slowly, an entire circle to welcome those warm rays of the sun and that teasing, delicate brush of the summer wind.

Was this really me? Had the shy mouse really been so bold? I let out a laugh, surprising myself, but not enough to run for cover. Instead I spun around again, my arms extended, no doubt a disbelieving smile plastered across my amazed features. It felt so good.

Everything was moving so fast but my fears and coyness retreated faster. It just felt so good, so right. I looked at the garden's knee-high back gate, the access to the looming, dark woods. If standing here in the secluded garden was freedom, what on earth more stood on the other side of that old wooden barrier? The woods were empty anyway, weren't they?

I took a slow step forward towards that gate. And then another, bolder, faster.

In a matter of seconds I was at the property's boundary and I let my suddenly naked body think for my brain, yanking open the gate before my natural reticence could be heard. I stepped from the confines of the garden into the wilds of the woods and my heart surged. 

My hand reached out to a nearby branch and I pulled it close, allowed the grey-green leaves to stroke across my flesh - my naked flesh - and became one with the nature that I had looked out upon from my room for so many years. This wasn't just freedom, there was something else. It wasn't entirely a sexual feeling but it still moistened my now-exposed womanhood. It sent shivers of delight through my belly from my thighs. I laughed softly as I realised that I was aroused by the whole experience, and I was a million miles away from the safety net that had ruined me for so many years.

The woods had no pathway in front of me, but I could see where steps could be taken. I took them, a slow dozen followed by a faster score. I looked back over my shoulder once, just as the gate was disappearing from view, and my fears and shyness dropped from me. It all felt too good and too wild.

A clearing appeared ahead of me, and in the woody silence I stepped forward, lush grass curling between my toes and sunlight once again caressing my naked body. I laughed softly again and followed the sun's caress with my hands. 

I wasn't surprised by my body's physical excitement at its nudity, but I experienced a moment or two of surprise as I allowed myself to cup my naked tits with their rock-hard nipples and let my hands stroke my belly before delving lower, actually softly stroking my hardened clit, right there, right then in the open air.

This was freedom taken to a degree I never knew existed. I looked around, my eyes and ears taking in every sight and sound, my mind shocked at how much nature was all around me, and yet how devoid of human life it all was. I was alone. I was free. I was aroused - shockingly and suddenly. I paused before I dared indulge myself any more, only too aware that I never seemed to find such privacy when I was ever indoors, and yet here I was in the big wide outdoor world and I was free to do what I wanted without fear of interruption or even being overheard. Was I? Was I really?

I allowed my right hand to toy more with my exposed - yes, really exposed - womanhood, to tease the by-now hardened clitoris, exposing itself to nature in the wild. I let my left hand toy and tug at my hardened nipples. With the barest hesitation, I permitted myself the joy of a deep sexual thrill, allowed myself the very real sensation of arousal despite being away from the house and its secluded garden, despite being completely and utterly naked. I felt more alive than I ever had before, my body relishing every tiny movement of bare hands on my bare, naked flesh.

I was shocked by how quickly the sense and sensations of arousal began to spiral higher and higher within me, how my pulse quickened and butterflies took flight within my taut belly. I sank to my knees with a shocking realisation that I didn't just crave satisfaction, but needed it. Deeply and immediately.

My right hand pressed harder against my engorged clit, and its fingers penetrated my thoroughly wet lips. My left hand pulled at my hardened nipples and I stared around me in wonder, in joy. 

I had always been slow to climax, took an age to reach the heights of orgasm, but now, I knew, I was close before I even had time to consider just what I was doing and where. I lost any care or consideration of my circumstances with just as unusual speed, my fingers delving deeper and my hips starting to rock against my hand as control spiralled away from me.

Within seconds I was grinding against my right hand, my left pulling harder on each nipple in turn, far harder than I had ever dared or even wanted to before. The climax began in a way that was also so new to me, sharp, hard waves of delight hitting me with the force of a slammed door, each pulse a concentrated blast of delight. But then, oh then, the tidal waves were swamped by a tsunami of sensation. 

It felt as if my entire flesh had been somehow connected to a sensory white-noise machine, where the annoyance of a blinding sonar show had been replaced with every delight that I had ever experienced. I probably cried out in ecstatic joy. And then in surprise as the sensations shot through my personal scales of knowledge - far above and far beyond my experience.

This was the climax of climaxes. It was surrounded by fresh air, by nature in its rawest forms, and experienced at a level so much deeper and yet higher than I knew existed.

My entire body rocked and jerked and stuttered through spasm after joyous spasm. I felt my juices spill over my fingers in a way that I had never felt before, felt my womanhood's release in a manner that was so new to me, so much beyond anything I had ever felt before. I climaxed and climaxed again and again, stunned as the layers of ecstasy mounted each other, intertwining and multiplying, my body jerking harder, twitching and spasming with a passion that was almost violent, until a final eruption slammed through every nerve in my body.

I might not have passed out, but I was certainly unaware of everything around me for tens of seconds, or maybe minutes.

When I came back to my senses, slowly and surprisingly easily, I felt the sun dappling my body through the leaves and branches high above, started to smell the greenery and the earthen loaminess of the woods, and sensed the gentle movement of the warm air across my naked flesh. 

The mildest of aftershocks sent gentle waves through my inner senses, adding a few millilitres of my essential juices to those already drying on the fingers of my right hand which were now resting against, exhausted, my most intimate area. 

I became fully aware of my nudity in the wilds of the wood, far away from the house, but rather than cause any flicker of anxiety, it soothed me. I felt more at one with my surroundings than at any other time I could recall - in fact, I became aware of what 'feeling at one' with something really meant for the first time in the two decades I had existed on this green and luxurious planet.

I was sated and truly satisfied.

I slowly untangled my legs which had somehow become entangled underneath me, then rested back on the grass, propped on my elbows, staring down at the slowly moving shadows of the distant leaves as they produced a kaleidoscope of darkened shapes on the pale flesh of my breasts, untanned from their years of being smothered by shirts and swimsuits. My breathing slowly returned to something resembling normal and my pulse-rate eased to double digits from its hummingbird peaks.

I drew in a long, deep breath of the woodland's warm summer air and it seemed to filter into every pore of my body. I felt at ease despite my nakedness, or maybe even because of it. I was relaxed to a degree that I could never remember experiencing before, an almost palpable sensation that was as exhilarating as it was comforting. Any nervousness I had felt being so exposed in such an open place dissipated faster than a politician's promise after a landslide election victory.

Standing on legs that felt strong and solid despite my exertions, I stretched and then spun in a lazy circle, luxuriating in the gentle breeze. My mind slowly returned to a state of full consciousness and I smiled, looking down at my bare flesh and then around at the leaves and branches and grass surrounding me on all sides. Above me the sky was an azure blanket beyond the tallest reaches of the trees, and all around birds tweeted and chirped and chirruped with a chorus of gentle sounds that suited their environment in a way that felt as if nature knew far more about what it meant to be alive than poor, sad mankind could ever comprehend, no matter how supposedly advanced and aware we told ourselves we had become.

My focus settled on the barely discernable path that led further into the heart of the woods, a narrow thoroughfare that had been etched into the wildness by the paws of animals unknown. It led, I understood, further away from the house, but that no longer bothered me in any way. If anything, it increased the appeal of the partially hidden pathway and I stepped gladly, delightedly into the footsteps of all the foxes and badgers, mice, rats and squirrels who had gently beaten their way deeper amongst the trees.

Leaves tickled my thighs and calves with each step, their sensuous touches sending barely discernable shadows of my earlier climaxes through my belly. My smile was easy and natural, my mind relaxed in spite of the joys that I felt shimmering inside me, and my footsteps lengthened with a soft determination to enter deeper into the wildness of the trees.

I had no particular idea of where I was headed, or why, or what I might do when I reached wherever 'there' might be. I didn't care - had no care or concerns - and yet still listened to ensure that I was only surrounded by the trees, bushes, moss, birds and small animals who I wanted to share my life with just then. Any living creature but the human kind, in fact. 

And I was alone in that way, and every step forward where that remained true, emboldened me, relaxed me.

I have no idea for how long I strode deeper into the woods, but knew that every step took me further into a world that was new to me on so many levels. I paused every few strides to look down at my nakedness, at the erect nipples on small but proud breasts, down to the down at the base of my belly, still glistening with my juices, and each time those pauses occurred I would run my soft hands over all I could see, wondering at the natural joy I felt, endlessly surprised by how arousing I found the simplest of touches. 

Reaching a narrow, grass-covered clearing I sank to my knees and opened every sense to the rapture of nature all around me and deep inside me. I found myself masturbating easily and softly, fully aware, fully self-focused, my mind at one with the woods and yet completely absorbed with the sensations of my body. A new climax rippled through me with a speed that would have shocked me before that day, both because of that swiftness and because it arrived so quickly after the gigantic explosion of self-satisfaction that had preceded it. I didn't care, didn't mind, didn't think anything of it other than how wonderful it felt.

I was about to rise to my feet when I heard a faint new sound, a noise that I knew must be almost alien on this territory, a human sound. It didn't panic me in any way because it was distant and unhurried, somehow. And in any case, my levels of relaxation were simply too centred.

Nodding to myself, quietly astonished by myself, I finished the movement I had started before the noise reached my ears, and began to creep forward in the direction I believed the very human sounds had come from. I was still completely relaxed, but I still understood I was a young, naked woman, alone in the wild woods.

I moved with an understandable caution, gently parting the branches in front of me with each soft step that I took. The human noises became louder and with them, my steps were ever more cautious and gentle. My heartbeat rose with each pace but I didn't falter, no matter the increasing danger. I had no intention of being discovered, but equally I had no intention of not finding out just how close I was to another human.

Finally when I oh-so softly pushed another branch away from where it was innocently concealing the naked me, I saw the woman. She was sitting on a bench, my journey having taken me all the way through the trees to the pathway that I sometimes saw when I rode my bicycle back up the hill towards the house. A dog, something small and fluffy, was sitting beside her, panting but otherwise quiet. They were both past their prime, evidently resting from earlier exertions, and both shockingly close to where the trees and bushes still offered me a little - precious little - cover.

I was all prepared to dodge back into the foliage and I'm sure I would have done had the dog become aware of my presence, but despite them being no more than twelve feet in front of me, the animal stayed right where it was, too tired or too lacking in the sensory department in its age to notice me.

My skin, my naked flesh, tingled as I hunched down watching the woman and her pet. I was close enough to see that the woman's hair was frizzy and unkempt, a mass of red fluff that must have at one time been a stunning array around her head, but which was now a greying, dried out version of its former beauty. I couldn't see her face as it was turned away from me, but I just knew that there were countless wrinkles around her eyes, if not her mouth as well. Even the dog seemed a listless shadow of a former bouncy self, its head resting on clearly tired front legs. 


A Discovery Ch. 01



I stood slowly and quietly, just for the sheer devilment of the movement, gently surprising even myself with my boldness. If either the human or the canine turned their heads they would see me - see my nakedness, my body in all of its exposed glory.

Seconds ticked by as I stood still and silent, and those moments might have become minutes were it not for the sudden yapping of a fast approaching dog.

I ducked back down, pulling the branch across my hiding place, and then retreated quickly, heart in throat as I heard a man's voice call out first to his dog and then the woman. It was a voice that was clearly young, clearly frightening for me.

I turned and hopped-dashed back where I believed I had come from, determined to put as much distance as I could between my nude form and the new arrivals - especially a fit, young dog. The man's voice and the woman's muffled reply faded as branches brushed past me, the snuffling of the new canine intruder disappeared and I fetched up against a silver-barked tree, pausing to catch my breath and allow my heartbeat to slow.

My eyes drifted down to my naked breasts, my snow-white belly, and I had to stifle a laugh. I was suddenly finding it hard to believe that this was me - shy, modest me. The very recent memory of my climaxes trembled through my thighs and my belly and the feeling intensified as I realised how close I had been, naked, to a complete stranger - strangers. I could feel my hands want to meet those tremors with soothing, arousing touches.

One hand had even started to drift downwards when a new noise filtered through to my ears - a truly shocking noise.

From somewhere between me - the nude me - and the house, a young male voice said, as clearly as crystal to my suddenly very receptive ears, 'I bet she's out here somewhere'.

I gaped, stifled a gasp. I immediately worked out a very frightening equation.

I was naked and not that far from dog walkers behind me and more than one young male in front of me. The woods offered cover but it was limited - very limited. 

Every sense was suddenly employed in working out just where I was compared to everyone else in my little naked world. And the answers came fast.

The dog walkers were less than two minutes geographically behind me and the new young male voices were only a hundred yards at most between me and the safety of the house. I couldn't be caught - I was naked, for heaven's sake - but I wasn't even sure where I could hide. I could head left or right but the voices could be deceptively coming from either direction, and in any case, might they not hear my sudden rush along either course? And hadn't that voice already suggested that whoever they were had a 'girl' to find?

All of the sensuousness, vicarious pleasure, fell away as panic began to make itself felt. I couldn't be caught. My ears began to work overtime and a new shock hit me like a wrecking ball. 'I bet she's running around down there!'

It was my little brother! 

I looked down for a watch that wasn't there, suddenly and desperately aware that I must have been in the woods for hours. Also, suddenly aware that young Ben was going to be coming back to our parents' house that evening - late afternoon, and that knowing him he would be bringing some of his friends with him. My racing brain also told me that my younger brother and the rest of his eighteen and nineteen year-old friends would have come through the back garden, would probably have seen my discarded bikini. The blossom of panic became a flower-show of Kew Gardens proportions. There was no way that little gang could catch me - see me. 

I looked around as if a secret pathway could open up and offer me escape, but of course there was nothing. I knew I was naked but now I was beginning to feel exposed - and yet still my belly fluttered and my hardened nipples tingled. 

Regardless of any lingering frisson of excitement or - was it possible? - some new found sense of delight in naked danger, I simply could not let my brother ever catch me like this. There again, nor could I backtrack to where at least two dog walkers were inhabiting what was rapidly seeming to be a very crowded footpath. I crouched, focusing with every sense I could use and tried to build a mental map of where everyone else was - and more importantly perhaps, where they were moving towards.

I very soon realised with a heart-shuddering gasp that the party of boys were no more than thirty yards away and heading directly towards where I was currently hiding. Even as I looked around at potential hideaways I realised that there was nothing around me that would cover my nakedness if they continued on their path.

I looked to my right, ignoring a surge of what I knew, at other times and in other circumstances, was pure sexual delight, and began to slip quietly in that direction, heading deeper into the trees, but hopefully into an area where there were no footpaths and, more importantly, nothing to attract a group of teenage guys.

I picked my steps with the utmost care, desperate not to snap a twig underfoot or create a tell-tale rustle of dead leaves, and for scary seconds I could tell that the young male party were getting rapidly closer. I didn't, couldn't, falter for a single step, even as I tried, pointlessly, to cover my bare butt with a next-to useless trailing hand.

Snatches of their conversation slipped through the trees as I scurried as silently as I possibly could.

'You reckon she's changed out of that bikini then?'

'Oh yeah, I reckon so.'

'That'd make her, like, totally nude, right?'

'I fucking hope so!'

'You ever see your sister naked before? Her titties and stuff?'

I stifled a gasp as my brother replied.

'Not her titties proper but like down her top - nips and everything.'

The sneaky little shit!

'I had a boner for like a week!'

The sneak dirty little shit! I looked down at my bare breasts and realised I was in serious danger of giving my very own brother an erection that would last a month or more. Not to mention his equally dirty-minded friends. Ignoring completely and absolutely another wave of thigh-trembling elation, I pressed forward.

Blocking further comments from my shocked ears, I dodged left behind two massive oak trees, mercifully twinned at birth to provide enough trunk to shield a small family car. The boys' voices swelled for a toe-curling few seconds more then began to fade, drift away. 

I was safe! After carefully listening to the crackling of branches and twigs beginning to retreat down towards the path, I knew that they hadn't seen anything of my hasty retreat - and that they were no longer closing in on my exposed body.

Sinking to my haunches I tried to take stock of my situation as quickly as possible. The boys would reach the footpath in a matter of a couple of minutes and there they would realise that I hadn't gone that far. After that, then what? Would they start to scour the woods for me, or realise that it was simply too big an area and that in any case, I was likely to hear them and make myself scarce? Or would they take the more practical approach and... Shit!

I realised what they would do. They were only teenage boys but even they weren't that stupid. They would, of course, realise that I had to return home at some point - and that there was a chance that they were right and that I had discarded my bikini back in the garden! They could simply lie in wait!

I jumped upright, instantly ready to make the dash back to the garden before they could formulate the plan that I knew they would come up with. I would beat them at that game, oh yes!

Oh no!

With no pretence of stealth, twigs crackled and leaves fluttered as, with giggles and hoots, the boys crashed back up towards the house, following back on their earlier route. I stared at the dense foliage as they passed, unseen, no more than twenty feet in front of me.

And my mind focused on those words - in front of me. My plan for safety was lost and they would be back in the garden well before I could ever get there!

Why had I been so stupid? Why hadn't I even thought about my brother's planned one-night at the house? Why was I standing, naked, in the woods feeling warm breeze on my exposed breasts and belly and butt? And why was this feeling of extreme danger making my nipples tingle and my groin dampen?

Even as my fingers idly stroked, I tried to think of a way out of my situation. Perhaps I could sneak down to the path and hope a dog walker left a jacket there? Perhaps I could - my clit was so hard and alive - find another house and hope that - my breasts were almost buzzing whenever I pinched at a nipple - they had left some washing out in the heat? I was so wet that my finger slid so easily into the very centre of me.

Plans forgotten for a moment, I sank to my knees and gave in to the lust and passion I felt coursing through me. With one hand pulling and pinching at my nipples and the other virtually vibrating with speed as I stroked across my hardened, super-sensitive clit, fingers parting and entering me with every fourth or fifth stroke, with late afternoon sun dappling my naked body I let myself surrender. 

Just like the first time out there in the woods the orgasms - plural, note - were oh-so very powerful. Once it all began there was no stopping it. Even if my brother and his friends had appeared before me, they would have seen me climax over and over again. They would have seen one of nature's children giving in to the most extremes of pleasure, gasping and moaning.

I coughed and gasped once more as the tsunami retreated, shocked once more at the intensity of sensation, feeling suddenly more alive and more right than I had ever felt before.

My senses returned slowly and with them, the realisation of my plight. 

But somehow it didn't seem quite so bad at first. Perhaps there would be another house with washing on a line. Perhaps my brother and his friends would give up waiting for me and go off to the concert they were taking a night off school to attend. Oh well, one out of two still retained some sense of likelihood.

I remembered then what Ben had said about looking down my top and shook my head. He might well have been eighteen now but he was still a sneaky dirty little shit - and there was no way him or his friends would be getting any looks at me while I was naked. Determined to find some clothes to cover myself with, I began to pick my way back towards the house, or more relevantly towards the backs of any neighbours houses I could find. And I would be keeping a careful eye out for our own back garden.

As I picked my way carefully towards possible sanctuary, I became amazed at how late it must have been becoming. I'd left the garden around the middle of the day and yet the shadows were now starting to lengthen. Those sexual interludes must, I realised, have taken a lot longer than I remembered, but I didn't care. If I never had experiences as intense as those ever again, then I figured I was still ahead of the game. I had to tell my body to calm down then, though. It really was getting late and finding my way was becoming harder by the step.

If I was unduly worried at being spotted by my sibling and his mates then I needn't have worried. Before I even reached the first property - my own retreat - I could make out torchlight beams bobbing around in the garden. It might not have been early enough to really need them but Ben and his friends were taking no chances on missing me if I tried to sneak back for my bikini.

Naturally I took the bobbing beams as a warning and traced my steps back a hundred yards or so before heading to my right where I knew there must be the back gardens of at least two neighbouring properties. Time though was becoming a serious issue as the sun disappeared over the unseen horizon and each step I took was fraught with problems - such as sharp twigs and even sharper holly bush leaves. The sensation of utter freedom was fading with the last of the sunlight and I was beginning to feel just what I really must have been - a naked young woman with absolutely no desire to be caught that way.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I made out the rear fence of one of my parents' neighbours and then a quiet curse as I saw just how high that fence was - it was at least twice as tall as me and looked to be without a single decent foot- or hand-hold. I scrabbled carefully on and discovered that the rear fence was, if anything, even less intimidatingly tall than those flanking each side of the garden.

Completely, and I'm sure you'd agree, understandably reluctant to venture onto the road at the front of the property, I made my way back to the very rear of the garden and then onwards into the deepening gloom, desperate now for a second chance with a second neighbour's house.

I found it mercifully quickly and to my relief I saw that the rear garden was laid out in a similar fashion to that of my parents' - grass rolling down to a broad opening into the woods. I approached cautiously, my eyes darting from the lawn itself towards the house where I hoped and prayed I would see a washing line.

My luck was, predictably given how far I'd already pushed it, not with me. There was no line fluttering in the evening breeze, no array of pretty dresses all pegged out in an inviting row. But there again, the house was in darkness and the back lawn was mercifully free of torchlight.

I stepped onto the grass and peered into the evening gloom. Immediately ahead of me, roughly halfway between the woods and the house itself, was a dark square cut out of the lawn - no doubt a guide for a pool or something similar. To one side was a heap of turfs, a spade and a rickety-looking old chair which was currently propping up a spade and edging tool, and - my heart skipped a delighted beat - it bore a rough shirt over one rickety arm. 

With only the slightest deference to sudden light in the house I ran forward and scooped up the ratty garment. It was old and thin and smelt of musky sweat mixed with an equally musky male perfume of a sort that my grandfather wore in gut-wrenching abundance at family gatherings. I cared not one jot or iota, gratefully pulling the ancient garment over my bare shoulders.

My gratitude faltered when I realised that the shirt was button-free, and a little more when I discovered that the tails at both front and rear had either been cut away or had fallen off as the garment aged. By pulling the shirt closed at the front with one hand, though, it was just long enough to cover my otherwise exposed groin and plenty big enough to hide my breasts. All in all, it was a great find. Not perfect by a country mile, but it did the basics well enough.

It felt odd to be covered, however roughly, after my afternoon naked, but weirdly the right thing - even though I knew that my intimate parts would be seeing the sun again very soon. And that brought me back to the present and the fact that, no matter how ratty it was, I was purloining a garment from people who, if they came home, might even recognise me. With a slight shudder at the feel of the ancient cloth more-or-less covering me, I scooted down the garden and back into the woods. 

Even as I stepped out among the trees a little light-bulb flickered into life above my head - fortunately an idea forming rather than neighbours reappearing indoors. Mum had told me that an emergency front door key was secreted under one of the four 'guardian' garden gnomes that were arrayed beside the front lawn at their place. Given that it would be easy enough to find, and given that virtually no one used the road that linked the front of the properties - and most importantly, given that I was now as good as covered - I reckoned I could sneak back to the house, find the key, let myself in and be in my room before anyone knew I was there.

It wasn't the best plan in the world but it was far less Baldrick-esque than some of my other hair-brained schemes. And besides, I reasoned, it was a million times better than trying to sneak naked into the back garden in search of my discarded bikini. The dirty little sod - Ben to his friends - was going to be disappointed.

With the scheme firmly in mind, I located the outside wall of the house with barely a scratch and sneaked out into the road - well, lane - that fronted all of the properties hereabouts. 

Somehow the very fact that I was in civilised surroundings - on a tarmac-laid road surface in front of brick built houses - made the ratty old shirt even more daring that the nakedness I had welcomed in the wilds of the woods. To my surprise, but not horror, I felt the stirrings of my earlier excitement deep in my belly.

I walked quickly then, past the third and second properties until I reached a long curve before my parents' house. There I couldn't see a man-made structure other than the pitch black lane, but those stirrings were escalating. With no engine noise even in the far distance, I let my grip on the shirt relax; let it fall open to expose my breasts and the small thatch of hair that covered my most intimate parts. 

The rush hit me again with a suddenness and ferocity that made me gasp for breath, even as my legs buckled under me, leaving me kneeling at the side of the lane. My eyes and ears tried to focus on all that was around me, looking and listening for cars or pedestrians, even as my fingers started to caress my suddenly hard and tingling clitoris and my equally firm and buzzing nipples. I wasn't sure I could have stopped in any case such was the immediate heat of my passion.

I was alone it seemed, but that became an irrelevance as my fingers began to drive me to heights of joy within a few seconds. I was astonished and amazed and full of delight. Ecstasy started to fill my head, driving all logical thoughts into the wide open air.

This time, the climax began to swell inside me within seconds, and the pleasure was no lower than before. Between the moans I managed a laugh, a mixture of joy and delight, and spread my knees wider, all the better to access my heat and wetness. 

It was as if the climax, the orgasm, was filling me from toes to the tip of my head, a rushing sensation that shivered up my legs and through my belly, electrifying my entire groin and sparking across my entire breasts. 

It was a juggernaut, unstoppable, free of brakes and loose and wild. It astonished and delighted me, filled me, took me to heights and highs that I never knew existed. The first shiver of the climax itself rippled up my thighs, focusing on my blurred fingers as I stroked myself faster and harder. The full orgasm started and I grunted as the ecstasy hit me, irresistible and gloriously uncontrollable.

"Ah, there you are!"

I gasped, choked, as the female voice penetrated my blurred consciousness. The climax had me in its wonderful grip but I tried to rise, to turn, hide. My legs straightened in shock, even as my belly spasmed with waves of orgasmic delight. I tried to focus and saw a young woman just a couple of feet away from me, reaching out to steady me... to pull my shirt open wider.

"Heck, girl, you are one gorgeous lady!"

"Oh... f... no!" It wouldn't stop and I couldn't move.

A stranger's hand stroked across my belly, upwards, cupping one of my bare breasts, "This is even hotter than in the woods, girl. You're making me wetter than an English summer. Can I help?"

"G... g... go!" I didn't know if I meant that for the strange young woman or if I was trying to tell my own legs.

"Just a kiss," she insisted, "How about here?"

I whimpered as her lips closed over one nipple and sucked perfectly, "N... n... no!"

The woman's hands slipped around me, cupping my bare butt. She released my inflamed, tingling nipple, and gave a throaty laugh, "No sounds right to me. You need a much lower kiss."




A Discovery Ch. 01



I tried to squeal a protest as her lips snaked down my twitching belly and almost screamed as they met my still stroking fingers.

Then she kissed me, sucked on my flaming clit, thrust her hot, wet tongue between my hot, wet lips.

I was shocked beyond belief, out of control beyond compare. If I'd thought my climax was already the best of all time for me then the woman's lips showed me the lie. I couldn't help myself, had no control as my hips jerked my mound against her suddenly eager mouth. Somehow she matched my twitches and jerks, prolonging and heightening the entire experience until I was holding her hair, grinding against her lips and tongue and teeth.

I came and came and came until with a monstrous gasp my legs gave way and I fell back onto the road's grassy verge. Maybe I passed out; maybe it was just that my senses were too scrambled for thought. When I could think and focus I opened my eyes and saw a young woman sitting cross-legged in front of me, her butt on the very edge of the tarmac. She was pretty in a rock-chick sort of way, but her smile - and, yes, her gender - terrified me.

I shook my head, unable to find any words for a few seconds, "What the fuck was that?"

"Orgasmic joy? You are steaming hot."

"I'm not gay!" I pulled the shirt, pointlessly around me. A memory fired, "What did you mean about the woods?"

She shrugged, "I saw you sneaking away from those bratty boys. And for the record, I'm not gay either, but if that's how pussies taste and act, I might reconsider."

"You saw me in the woods?" My breath was returning along with my senses.

"This is true. I was going to stop you and help but then you started to play and... well, as I said, I'm not gay but that was nuclear hot."

"You followed me?"

Another shrug, "I tried but you disappeared in the dark. I was just heading home when I saw you here..." She paused, "I didn't mean to even say anything now you got a bit of covering but... I couldn't help but come over to you. God knows I've never even kissed another girl on the cheek but, well... wow?"

I listened and realised that I felt only a fraction of the embarrassment I know I should have. That was partly because of the young woman's words, partly because an orgasm as intense as the one I'd just experienced was worth a whole lot of discomfiture. The very audible question mark at the end of her sentence brought a gentle smile to my face. "Thanks, I think. For the compliment and... well, for making a wild and very new experience just that bit wilder. And newer." I was speaking without thinking things out first but it didn't seem to matter.

"Can I ask... have you ever gone walking through the woods like that before?"

I shook my head, "Never. Not anywhere, not that I even live around here anyway."

"I didn't think I'd seen you about."

"You live around here?"

The young woman laughed, "Put it this way, you're wearing my dad's old gardening shirt."

"Shit, sorry! You won't tell anyone about this will you?"

"Relax, of course not. It's hardly like I'd be the only one with a story to tell. But talking of shirts, let's swap."

I was a tiny bit alarmed for a few seconds as the woman sat forward, but then nodded happily as she untied a long-sleeved sweat shirt from around her waist and handed it to me. She grinned, "Good job I seriously misjudged the weather, yeah?"

"Thanks, and definitely." I glanced around and then quickly slid the woman's father's shirt off and pulled on the long, cotton sweatshirt. I did it without embarrassment, I realised, and without any frisson of a sexual nature. It relaxed me somehow. "You live down there?" I nodded back the way I had come before I stopped. 

"I stay with my folks when I'm not at Uni. You?"

I pointed to where I had been headed, "Next one down that way, just house-sitting for my folks."

She laughed, "Listen to us, chatting like we'd just met at a bar. I guess it makes sense to get addresses after that sort of action though."

My jaw dropped but slammed shut when I could just about see a grin in the ever-gloomier night, "I'm not sure I'm up to being teased yet. That was just so unlike me. Really and truly."

"Sorry but I guess I'm just a bit embarrassed still myself. I swear that was just not me." Her smile slipped, "Not that I'm sorry it happened. I guess you were too busy to notice, but do you realise I was busy climaxing myself when you kept going there?"

My immediate reaction was that she was trying to make me feel better but even in the encroaching night I could see sincerity writ large on her face, "I guess I was too wrapped up in my own... pleasures... but I'm glad."

"You and me both! That was like totally wild!"

"And totally unplanned," I told her, "Even the stuff in the woods. How, er, long were you following me?"

"About thirty minutes," she shrugged, "Why? Did I miss some more action?"

"There were a couple more plays before the boys showed up," I felt it right, somehow, that she should know, "But I swear those were my first time ever. It was my first time naked outdoors, in fact."

The young woman turned her head away, "I'm not sure how to say this really but... well, you really looked... you know? Hot, I guess I mean, out there in the trees. And I never say stuff like that to other women either!"

I could tell she was blushing even if it was too dark to see now. That was the last ingredient I needed to curb my own embarrassment, "That's... very nice of you to say. Lovely, in fact. And I swear I never thought I'd ever hear myself say something like that in response to... well, another woman."

She turned back to face me, "Thanks, I needed that."

I took a deep breath, "And thank you for... well, for 'helping' me back then." I was glad it was too dark for her to make out my suddenly raging blush.

She managed a shy laugh, "That really was my pleasure. Spontaneous and a one-off, I'm sure, but I'm genuinely glad it happened."

"Yeah. One-off and all that, but look, can I at least buy you a drink? I can go home now, get my purse... not that I mean it's like a pay-off or anything, I just thought it'd be nice-" 

"I understand," she stopped my sudden rambling for clarity, "And to be honest I could use a cold beer. For some strange reason my mouth is as dry as a Saharan sand dune."

There was a silent pause that must have lasted at least ten seconds before we both started snorting laughter.

When we had some sort of control over our giggles, we rose to our feet and stared at each other in what was now full night, illuminated only by a bright near-full moon. 

"You know," I said, "This is one spontaneous one-off that I'll always look back on with such happiness."

"That's so kind, and I know just how you feel."

"The minute we walk into my house and I get my purse, the one-off is all over, I guess." I wasn't sure what I meant.

"I think I understand," she said. 

I was glad one of us did. 

"It's like there's just one last thing missing," she continued, her voice dropping to little more than a whisper. "Do you feel that way as well?"

I nodded because that was it, suddenly, or maybe it had always been it.

We were standing no more than a couple of feet apart and with more of that one-off spontaneity we both stepped forward. There was the longest of pauses as we stared, darkness or no darkness, into each other's eyes. 

Right then, I wanted so many things. An expression of my gratitude, a signal that I was at a level of happiness I couldn't remember reaching before, a release of the final vestiges of my desires. The gentleness of a kiss.

We leaned forward until our mouths met in the gloom, lips tremulous, heads at conflicting angles at first, hands feeling awkwardly for each other's shoulders. And then the kiss began properly, tenderly. There was no leap of passion, no lustful embrace. Lips explored lips, and our tongues did no more than dampen the other's embrace, fleetingly meeting on their gentle passages. It lasted maybe fifteen or twenty seconds and then we broke apart slowly and easily.

"That," the woman breathed after a few seconds more, "was just right."

I nodded, "Yeah."

"I wonder," she added, "if there are even many lesbians who have kissed lips in that order before?"

I gaped at her humour for a moment and then burst out into relieved and delighted laughter. "You are so bad!"

In the darkness I saw her shrug, "I don't feel it. But do you know, I don't even know your name?"

I was glad once more that the moonlight wasn't enough to show the colour of my cheeks as they started to burn. "You're going to love this, I was named after my mum's favourite television show."

"I sincerely hope she didn't have a thing for Knot's Landing!"

"No," I grimaced, "But she did for Dallas..."

"You have got to be joking me!"

I was used to odd reactions when I had to reveal that my forename was Dallas, but that one of the more extreme reactions, "No, seriously, she named me Dallas."

The young woman virtually folded up laughing, "N... n...no!" More laughs followed.

"Oh, come on!" I protested, "It's not as bad as some I could think of! What's yours anyway?"

"That's..." snort, giggle, "the problem." She took a few deep breaths and then burst into more peals of laughter as she answered "It's... it's Debbie!" giggle, giggle, "After Debbie Harry!"

"So what's so funny about... oh... right..." I got it now and my laughter followed, uncontrolled and near hysterical. 

I looked up as she ruffled my hair, still snorting, "So... Debbie really has done Dallas!"

We held each other, laughing, until minutes later a car trundled slowly past, sending us scurrying, giggling, towards my house.



A Discovery Ch. 02



We walked back to my house in occasional fits of giggles interspersed with disbelieving and more solemn words - but never once, amazingly, embarrassment.

"Debbie," I said as the house came into view, "I keep thinking this is all a dream."

"Dreamy dream or nightmary dream?"

"A dreamy one," I assured her, "but it still feels all so unreal."

"JR, it feels unreal to me as well. It's probably something to do with this first-timer thing."

I'd admitted to my silly nickname, "Oh call me Dallas, please?"

"Okay then Dallas, but tell me something? Will you give me my sweatshirt back before you go into your house or afterwards?"

I swatted Debbie's arm, "Funny girl. You're welcome to the view but my perverted brother and his no doubt equally perverted friends most certainly are not!" Even as I started across the front lawn in search of the gnome with the hidden key I was realising what I'd just said to her. And realising that my words were as true as my emotions were totally scrambled.

Perhaps that was why, after locating the key and heading for the front door, I flipped the rear of the sweatshirt up to expose my bare butt. So? I'd flashed a virtual stranger. A female stranger. It wasn't as if I'd not done anything weirder or wilder already that day.

Whatever vague worries I'd had about my sibling spotting my very naked legs as I dashed in to change, proved unnecessary. Torchlights still fluttered around the back garden and the many snorts of laughter and muffled comments suggested that he and his friends were all still of the opinion that I would be heading home that way, naked, sometime soon. I replaced Debbie's sweatshirt with a summery dress, a pair of clean knickers and some sandals, grabbed my little purse and my new friend's garment, then sneaked out of the house, determined to make no noise that would alert the boys to my departure. Let their futile hopes burn a little while longer at least.

Debbie was sitting cross-legged on the footpath as I trotted out of the front garden and she stood quickly as I approached. "Far over-dressed but very nice. Now what about that drink?"

"Thanks, I think." I handed her the sweatshirt and waited until she had tied it back around her waist by the sleeves, then I pointed to the end of the lane, "The Coach do you?"

"As crap bars go, it's less crap than most. And at least we might be able to enjoy the peace and have a nice chat... if you want to chat that is?"

"I do," And I very much did, "My mind seems to be swimming with questions if nothing else."

Debbie smiled, somewhere between relieved and delighted, "Come on then, let's see if we can satisfy some curiosities and at least one very deep thirst!"

We walked quickly along the lane to the small pub, neither of us seemingly willing to start with the questions until we were safely seated, and neither seemingly willing to close the few inches between us. I, for one, wasn't sure what might happen if I did reach out for Debbie's arm, and the more I thought about it, the more I confused myself by even considering such a thing.

Once inside The Coach the mood seemed to relax within seconds and we were soon ensconced at a small table as far from the bar and other drinkers as we could find, both sipping at large vodkas.

"Well, then," Debbie said, "I think we're both agreed that what we've been up to today was all a first for us, yeah?"

"First with a capital fuff," I nodded. "But... shall say it?"

"Are you going to say it was a nice fuff, Dallas?"

I gave another nod, letting my brain and body answer for me so that I didn't need to think, "A very nice fuff."

"And even the wild walk was a first for you?"

"It was. I don't think I'd ever really considered anything more wild than sunbathing topless."

Debbie laughed, "Not quite on the same scale, is it?"

"I just never imagined even that part of it could be such a thrill, but then there was... the playing... and then... well..."

"Then there was me."

"I can't deny it, Debbie."

She swirled the ice in her glass, "Was I... out of order in any way?"

I snorted, "I think my reaction back in the lane is all you need to answer that one. It was heaven, Debbie," my blush started to blaze, "I'd never thought about anything like that either, but... oh what an experience!"

Debbie put her glass down with a little more force than she intended, "Thank god you think that way! I wasn't joking when I told you I've never done anything like that before... but I'm so glad that happened, even if..." she trailed off.

I knew how she was going to - wanted to - finish that sentence, and that part of my brain that had taken control regardless of what the rest of me was thinking spoke up before I could stop it, "Even if it was just that one time? Debbie, I'm not sure I could say no next time. Or to a next time."

Her big eyes swivelled up from the vodka glass, "Do you... are you saying that... there really could be a next time?"

There were a million possible answers but all I could say was "Yes."

"I want that!" she blurted, her own cheeks flaming red.

I gulped down the rest of my drink and motioned to Debbie's, "Want another? I think I need one."

"I do," she drained her glass and handed it to me, "If I thought I was thirsty earlier, I had no idea mouths could get this dry."

We weren't much more composed by the time I returned with fresh vodkas, but Debbie was clearly determined not to let anything slow down, "So, Dallas," she started after thanking me for the new drink, "you'd better know I love the great outdoors myself."

"You ever go for walks around here, then?"

She shook her head, "Not walks, but I kind of... like to play when I'm out, you see?"

"Never had the pleasure of seeing," I said, brain still a long way out of control.

Debbie laughed, "I don't know what's come over me - other than you - but I almost asked if you 'want the pleasure, then'!"

My mouth dropped into a shocked, delighted 'O', "You terror!"

"I'm not normally, Dallas. Well, not when there's anyone else around."

"So come on then, just how do you 'play when you're out'?" I was determined not to let her wriggle out of a potentially embarrassing revelation. Even as I realised I was slipping in to Debbie's confidence anyway.

She shrugged, gave a slightly embarrassed giggle and took a large swig of vodka, "I like to play - masturbate - in odd places outside."

"The woods, you mean?" 

"Sometimes. And sometimes when I'm out driving. I've even done it in a traffic queue one day when nothing was moving but a finger or two."

"You terror," I laughed, my belly giving an involuntary twitch, "Always alone?"

"For as long as I care to remember. There was a boyfriend once... but, well, that was a long time ago."

"Sounds like fun."

"It is," Debbie's focus dropped to her glass, "and I guess now I'll have something new to think about when I play."

"Good," I said, quietly.

She looked up, "You know, if I don't ask now I don't think I'll ever get up the nerve to ask ever again."

"Ask," I told her, "and I think I already know what my answer will be."

Debbie gulped down the rest of her drink. "I want to find out what walking in the woods like you did feels like. And I don't think I could do that without someone there to help me." She took another gulp at her already empty glass, seeming not to notice the lack of vodka, "Will you help me, Dallas?"

"Yes," my body made my head nod, "And since we are getting over our nerves with such wild questions, will you take me driving?"

"Oh god, yes," Debbie breathed the most humungous sigh of relief I'd ever heard. "Can we start real soon before I lose my nerve?"

"Tomorrow!" I blurted, "My parents' place at ten? After Ben has gone off to school and before I can lose my own nerve?"

"Ten it is." Debbie snatched up my empty glass and her own, "And we need another drink, I'm thinking."

I nodded, "I'm not keen on leaving here too sober."

I might not have been allowing myself to think too clearly, but I had a question prepared for Debbie when she returned with the drinks, "Debbie? Have you any idea what's been happening to us this evening?"

She paused, shrugged, "Not a clue. But I know it's somehow... the right thing."

I lowered my voice despite the fact that there was no one near enough to hear me anyway, "You've got me so excited. I'd ever have believed this was possible, but... well, just looking at you gives me such weirdly wonderful feelings. Not so unlike when I was in the woods."

"Thank you," she whispered, "I'm so glad it's not just me feeling that way."

I raised my glass, "Here's to firsts with a capital fuff!"

Debbie clinked her glass against mine, "And here's to the loveliest fuff I ever tasted!"

"You," I snorted, "really are the loveliest terror!"

It was only then that we really began to relax with each other, and not until another round of crystal-clear alcohol before we started to ask questions about each other's lives. We were both twenty-one, although Debbie was my senior by two months, and we were both taking time off from our respective university courses, although she was far more academically minded, studying geology. We also shared house-sitting duties, both liked retro-rock music, both enjoyed the writings of Terry Pratchett, both got a kick out of bars and parties, and only differed wildly in terms of our preferred means of transport - Debbie had her beloved old convertible car, while I was into bicycles.

And we both, it suddenly seemed, liked to be liked by the opposite person.

Oh yes, and we both liked vodka by, it also suddenly seemed, the bucket load.

Under normal circumstances I could down a few before they started to have an effect, but I was no limitless drinker. That night, though, the vodka may as well have been the water it resembled, because I was as sober - more or less - after our seventh or eighth as when I'd walked into the bar, Debbie was no worse off than me, it appeared, and we carried on sipping, gulping and whispering for what must have been hours. It was only when the tired-looking barman pointed out that it was turned one in the morning when I went to the bar for yet more refills that we decided one more was all we'd better have. At a little before two, we walked out of the bar in more or less straight lines and if we hooked arms (which we did) it was a sign of a new companionship more than a need for support.

We said very little as we walked/wobbled back down to the lane and my house. I was wondering whether I might dare ask Debbie in when she provided a gentle - and very valid - answer.

"Pity your brother's there tonight, isn't it? Is it? I mean I don't mean to be forward or anything, but... well, you know?"

"Thanks," I said, "And yeah, it's a shame."

"You mean what I think you mean?"

I stopped and leaned closer to Debbie, "I hope so." I paused for a few seconds, "Debbie?"

"Yes?"

"I think I want to kiss you goodnight. Is that too forward?"

She shook her head and I swear I saw a tear form in each eye, "No, Dallas, no way. I want that kiss."

We were at a darkened bend in the lane just before my parents' house. No one could possibly see us there even if they were still awake. But it didn't matter to me anyway. I straightened up in front of my new friend and awkwardly pulled her close to me.

Our heads twisted one way then another as we sought the right position. And then we closed the already tiny gap between us and our lips met.

It was as if a firework had exploded deep in my belly. The soft, warm contact changed from a timid kiss to a crushing, powerful one. We moved tighter together, our small breasts mashing against each other's, our hip bones grinding together, our tongues seeking the inside of the other's mouth in a weirdly perfect harmony. Our hands began to roam up and down, cupping and squeezing our butts, our upper bodies pressing and moving a little, eager for the pressure of each other's touch.

My hands started to lift the back of Debbie's short skirt just as she pulled at the hem of my dress and in moments our panties were all that separated our hot, wet groins. My new friend was no taller than me, seemingly no heavier either, but I felt her press me backwards towards the side of the lane, the grass verge rising to meet me as I fell backwards onto its softness, Debbie's body maintaining contact as we moved from vertical to horizontal in the blink of an eye.

I couldn't think of anything but pleasure. I wanted Debbie in every sense that came to me. I felt the sweatshirt she had loaned me earlier fall away from around her waist and for the first time in my life I wanted to touch her more and more intimately. 

We had landed pretty much side-by-side and it allowed us a scrabbling freedom to pull at each other's clothing and I felt my dress rising above my waist and then up to my shoulders and over my head, exposing my small breasts. Debbie's t-shirt slipped just as easily over her head and I looked down at her little breasts and groaned as I saw her remarkably large, hard nipples just about to press against my own smaller, pinker but no less hard ones. 

Our breasts crushed against each other's and in my mind they became tits, became the wild trigger for the monstrous buzzing deep in my groin. I unzipped Debbie's skirt, pushing it down along with the panties underneath just as I felt my own nakedness developing against her eager hands.

Within seconds we were both naked in the grass and our lips were roaming first each other's face then each other's bodies.

I was desperate to experience the thrill of taking her hard nipples into my eager mouth and when it happened I heard her wail with undeniable pleasure. I sucked and nibbled, and felt every last part of me want more. My mouth descended her heaving belly to the heat of her twitching mound and I twitched myself as my own orgasm rose to meet me. My tongue tasted another woman's womanhood for the first time and I pushed my tongue hard against her clitoris before moving lower and penetrating her lips, sucking and tasting her juices as she bucked beneath me, squealing pleasure.

I wanted Debbie to come and come, and she did, her hands tangled in my hair, before she pulled me higher, pushing me onto my back, he own head descending first to my tits where her tongue and teeth made me wail in delight, before she mimicked my own moves and plunged her mouth down against my already heaving pussy.

We climaxed again and again - I have no idea how many times - before we struggled together until we were face-to-face, kissing gently.

"Dallas?" she whispered.

"Yes?"

"I think you made me climax again."

"Good," I said, "And likewise."

"I only wanted a goodnight kiss."

"You got one, didn't you?"

"Oh fuck, yes!"

I laughed softly, "Disappointed?"

"Oh fuck, no!"

We kissed more through laughs and giggles.

"Dallas?"

"Yes?"

"I thought I knew what I wanted."

I nodded, kissing her nose, "I had that impression myself."

Debbie's voice dropped further, "I really do know what I want now, though."

"Please tell me you mean me," I said, brain on automatic but meaning every word.

"I do," she nodded, "Very much."

"Good," I told her, "Because I want you."

It was the first real and true shows of emotion for each other and it bridged the final gap between us. We kissed softly, held each other, naked, on the grassy verge to the dark lane, a waning moon our only light. We might have said more, might have spoken of many things, but the distant sound of a car in the night had us scuttling behind the nearest trees, our clothes hurriedly picked up.

We struggled into our things, laughing, giggling like much younger women, finally managing to cover our nakedness before the car trundled past us. We were still hidden by the trees in any case, but the cover of clothing - sans panties for both of us - was a reassurance.

The unseen passing motorist might have conspired to spoil the mood but, if anything, it just seemed to bring us closer. We went and sat back on the verge, unwilling for the night to end just yet.

"So," Debbie said, "Debbie does Dallas and Dallas does Debbie, huh?"

"You really are the most delightful terror."

"I don't know about delightful but I'm definitely happy. How about you?"

"Delightfully happy."

Debbie leaned over and kissed my cheek, "Who'da thunk it?"

"Not me in a million years. You still want to go wandering tomorrow?"

She laughed, "Yes, please. I have a feeling that we're going to have a lot of fun."

"Good. It'll give me a chance to really see you properly. I know more about how you taste and feel but I really want to see everything." And I really did.

"I like that idea, not that I can quite believe what I'm saying."

I stood and offered a hand to my new friend, "I have a feeling I might well be doing more than looking, you know?"

"I like that idea even more." She stood and pecked my cheek again, "We'd better go get some sleep then."

"I guess so. Ten o'clock?"

"At the latest."

We made our way along to my parents' house and spent a good twenty minutes saying goodnight, trying to stop things getting too carried away. Finally Debbie pushed me through the front gate.

"Go to bed, Dallas, before I end up embarrassing you right here."

"Not sure you can any more, but yeah I'd better get some sleep so I can focus on your properly tomorrow."

"A final goodnight each then?"

"A first goodnight," I said.

Debbie nodded, slowly but with the broadest of smiles. "A first goodnight then." She stepped back and blew me a kiss.

I let the blown kiss wash over me, let the words ring loud in my ears. I couldn't do anything more than nod slowly and whisper 'goodnight'. Somehow I managed to turn and headed for the door. Headed for a whole new life.



A Discovery Ch. 03



After all the vodka and such a hectic, pulse-racing day, I thought I might sleep right up until my alarm rang at 9.45 - leaving just enough time to be ready to welcome Debbie. In the end I was in bed by three am and up again at eight, and would have headed straight down to the kitchen for much-needed coffee were it not for the sounds of my younger brother readying himself to leave for school.

I used the fifteen minutes before his departure to take a quick shower after spending five minutes trying to untangle my hair, and untangle my thoughts.

I had acted in an incredible way the day before - incredible to me, at least - but just the thought of Debbie's arrival in an hour or so made my belly tingle in the most delightful way. I had no idea what had happened to me or what that now made me. Had I become bisexual, or even lesbian, in just a few hours? The only thing I was sure of was that I wanted nothing more than Debbie right then - and I didn't care one jot what that made me.

The clatter of the front door closing brought me out of my reverie and I went downstairs expecting a teenage-male mess. All of the downstairs rooms, however, were remarkably tidy and even the kitchen sink was free from the usual debris. On the table was a brief note saying that Ben was sorry to have missed me (I bet he was), hoped the house was tidy enough (it definitely was) and that he might try calling later. I shrugged and threw the note into the remarkably empty bin.

There was still more than an hour before my new friend was due to arrive but I readied myself for the garden and its lounger, pulling on the same bikini I had worn the previous day, which for some odd reason (hah!) was folded up on the chair by the kitchen door.

To help pass the time - and because of a very real thirst - I busied myself making a large pot of coffee, and then managed to slop almost half of it over the kitchen counter when the doorbell rang.

Leaving the aromatic brew to drip all over the floor I walked as fast as I could to the front door, trying my hardest not to run, and trying even harder to stop the surge of adrenaline from turning me into a gibbering wreck before I got there. Some chance.

I fumbled the handle open and threw the door wide without that faintest idea of what I was going to say. 

It was only when my eyes focused properly that I realised it was the postman - and apparently a very happy postman. My bikini suddenly felt two sizes too small but over his shoulder at the garden gate stood a grinning Debbie, a tiny summer dress blazing as white as her teeth. The sight of her filled me immediately with incredible nerves and incredible verve. For her benefit, or maybe for mine, I plucked the small parcel that the smiling postman was holding straight from his hand, and gave him my own best smile.

"Anything to sign?"

"Er, no, it just had to be handed to you in person," The mailman wasn't nearly as fazed as I was, and he made no pretence of not eyeing me up and down - appreciatively, I'm actually, genuinely, happy to say, "And may I remark," he added, "I think you look great!"

I shrugged and maintained my smile, even as my hands started to tremble, "Thanks, I think."

Debbie appeared at the man's shoulder just as he was about to turn away, "Yeah, she's definitely suited to the sun - and that cossie."

"Thank you as well, Debbie."

We dashed inside before anything more could be said, and all my nervousness came crashing over me as I pushed the front door closed on the grinning postman. I turned slowly, willing my body to obey me, suddenly shy beyond belief - but also weirdly desperate to see Debbie in full daylight for the first time.

"Sorry I'm early, Dallas," she began. Then paused and gave me an even more thorough look over than the mailman had managed. She whistled, "Wow."

"W-w-wow?" I was full of sudden nerves. Did I look that shocking?

"Yes, wow," Debbie nodded, "I guess this is the first time I ever said something like this to another woman, but you look totally lush!"

My blush rose but my nerves were starting to calm at once. I looked at my new friend's little white dress with an openness I could scarcely believe, "Thank you - and I'm right with you on the first time thing. You look stunning."

And she did. Her hair was loose, hanging in wild, dark waves, a perfect contrast to the brilliant white of the little dress which clung to her lithe form. Debbie was no taller than me, no smaller, either. Her shoulders, bare in the dress, were wide and pale, her legs, long and well-muscled. Her eyes were dark and wide and her smile... oh her smile was dazzling. I had thought at first that she was nerve-free, confident and calm - but her lips quivered just a tiny but and her fingers were lightly clenched.

"You think so?" she asked. "Really?"

"Really, really."

"What... what's next? Other than the woods, of course?"

"I think," I managed, "that maybe we should get started as soon as possible out there."

"Really?"

I held out a trembling hand and breathed a sigh of relief when Debbie took it in one of her equally shaky paws, "Really. If I stay in here with you much longer we may never get out there." 

Debbie's wide eyes widened further, "So... you're okay with... us? All that happened?"

I nodded like a demented insurance advertising dog, coming to the realisation that I had been dreading a demurral of any kind from her. I had to ask though, had to be sure, "Yes! But that is only if you are?"

I could feel the relief flooding through her from just the touch of her hand, and my own body reacted in the same way. 

"Oh, Dallas! I am. Sure, that is. I was so nervous on the way here - all morning, in fact. That's why I'm early I guess. I just had to know. Know what you thought and... well, I guess I had toknow what I thought as well."

I understood and told her so, holding he hand tighter. "That makes two of us, I guess. I'm not sure I even let myself think properly, but now you're here... oh, fuck it Debbie - excuse my language - I can't believe how relieved I am all round!"

She laughed and the relief poured between her dazzling teeth, "Dallas, oh Dallas. You are seriously cute, you know? To me, I mean, right now."

"Likewise," I told her honestly, letting my feelings loose, "And risky or not before we get out there, I want... a kiss?"

"You got it. I need it."

We hugged and kissed softly, a tenderness so unexpected from just a day before when my life had been all wrong - without me knowing. 

I let my hands wander down the back of Debbie's dress and realised with a thrill that she wore nothing underneath. I realised that I had never seen her naked before in full daylight and realised, too, that I was going to very soon. My kiss became more urgent and she returned the passion.

We broke the contact at the same moment and stared into each other's eyes. 

"I think," I managed, gulping (really), "that we'd better get outside."

Debbie nodded, "We had. I... I think that we can have even more fun out there." She stroked my arm, "In a way, I mean."

"I understand," I told her, and I did.

We each gripped each other's hands then turned and dashed for the back door, giggling like women half our age.

As soon as we had stepped into the garden, Debbie stopped and turned me to face her, "Sure about this?"

I nodded and reached behind my neck, "Totally sure. I want this like crazy." My hands fumbled with the tie.

"Dallas," Debbie said, he own hands trembling as she unzipped the side of the dress, "I want to see you and be seen by you."

"Like this?" I managed, shocked at my bravery as I let the bikini top fall away from my body.

"Oh shit yes," she managed, staring at my bared breasts, "You are so gorgeous naked." Her dress fell to the floor, "Am I for you?"

I pushed my bikini bottoms down my thighs - trembling thighs - and made no effort to pretend I wasn't eating in her naked body with my eager eyes. In the sunlight her small breasts with their large dark - and very hard - nipples looked good enough to eat, and her hips flared delightfully from a narrow waist fronted by gentle muscles. And lower, gloriously lower, her womanhood was shrouded by a neatly trimmed dark thatch of soft - I knew - hair. I stood straight to better expose my own gentle charms, such as they were. "Debbie," I said softly, "If we don't start out through the woods right this second I would try to kiss every inch of you."

"That doesn't make it any easier to head for the gate," she said.

I laughed. "I can scarcely believe this but just looking at you is making me wet!"

Debbie groaned, "Oh Dallas, I know just how you feel. I'd ask for another kiss but I really think we'd never get through the gate."

"Kiss or gate?" Unbelievably I really didn't care anymore.

Debbie's wide eyes held hints of real doubt, but she nodded towards the woods, "I really want to share the trees with you, but Dallas?"

"Yes?"

"I won't guarantee that we'll get very far before I stop you and start kissing."

I could barely believe that we were both so comfortable with each other, and so aroused for each other as well. "Don't... " I managed, "Don't think I'll be fighting you off."

Debbie nodded to the back gate, "You lead on then. I know that butt of yours is gorgeous and I want to be right behind you this time."

I laughed and turned towards the trees, "Good!" And it was good.

The first steps I took outside of garden was just as thrilling as they had been the day before, but augmented by the surging passion I was carrying for something - someone - all so very new. I let loose a gentle laugh - freedom and wildness and wetness - and glanced back at my new friend, overjoyed to see the lust in her eyes.

I trotted forward, knowing roughly where the small clearing was, determined now that we could at least make it that far.

"Oh fuck, Dallas, this is so wild!"

"Isn't it? Come on, it gets even wilder the further you get from the house." The wildness of the woods - of being naked in the great outdoors - was making my heart beat just as fast as it had the day before, but my whole body was buzzing with the knowledge that Debbie was, just as naked, a few steps behind me.

"Oh fuck I love this, love it!"

I laughed and let my hands pull quickly at my hard, thrumming nipples. I wasn't, I realised, too far from climax, and the thought of Debbie's hands touching me, her tongue tasting me, had me groaning. "Oh, Debbie, let's run and run!"

Her laughter joined mine, "Yeah!"

I tried to pick up the pace even as Debbie closed that gap between us, her hand brushing my hip, "Me first!" Her giggles were sending shivers through me and we arrived at the clearing before I even knew we were close.

I tripped and landed on all fours, my own laughter louder and freer now.

Debbie took a couple of steps past me then stopped suddenly, staring around at the grassy clearing. And then back at me.

She spun and dashed back, dropping to her own knees right behind me. "Don't blame me for this," she said, "but I've been following this view for too many minutes and wanted to do this so much."

"What-" I began, the gasped as I felt Debbie's hot tongue pressing between the backs of my thighs as her hands eased my willing legs apart. Her eager tongue found my wet slit before I could even take another breath and I wailed in pure delight - and shock - as its tip pressed between my saturated lips.

My arms collapsed as I pressed my rear end against her oh-so busy mouth. Her tongue slid fully into me and I willed my climax to hold back as she lapped and sucked. Her hands slid underneath me and I lifted my upper body just enough for her fingers to find my bare breasts. 

She grabbed my tits then and pressed her eager tongue even deeper inside me. Tips of fingers found my rock hard nipples and she pinched, her mouth sucking and her tongue licking harder.

I tried to start bucking against her but I was so firmly held that I could only grind. I couldn't hold it any longer and wailed loudly as the first climax washed through me. 

Debbie ground even harder against my wet pussy and pinched my bare tits firmer. It was making me wail and moan ever louder and I was climaxing now in constant waves. Control was leaking from me as my new friend made me orgasm, forced the delight and ecstasy from every pore. I let go and cried out my pleasure, my belly twitching as spasm after spasm coursed through me.

I was still twitching with waves of climax as I pushed forward and free, desperate now for my own turn and tastes. 

She didn't so much as flinch as I spun around and pushed her onto her knees and then onto her back. I crushed her mouth with an eager, fast kiss then dived down to first one rigid nipple and then the other, sucking almost all of each of her little breasts into my desperate mouth.

I could tell that Debbie was starting to climax as she made a succession of squeaks and squeals, her own voice letting go. I put a hand down to her groin and found her legs wide apart, the lips of her pussy soaked and hot. My mouth followed my fingers and I sucked her juices into my eager mouth before grinding my nose against her hot, hard, clitoris. It made her twitch and the very first buck of her hips lifted her pussy fully to my mouth.

Without ceremony I pushed my tongue between her lips, climaxing once again as the soft folds of flesh grasped at it.

Debbie started to climax loudly and deeply as one of my hands slid under her butt, pulling her hard to my mouth, and the other reached up to grasp and pinch at a rigid nipple.

Unlike me, her climax voice was more than squeals and moans, and she started to say 'yes!' over and over, each affirmation matched with a buck of her hips.

I continued to suck and pinch, my nose mashing against her clit with every twitch, determined now to take her to new lands of pleasure - determined to make her experience match mine. She couldn't seem to stop and she was producing so much juice that I was drinking it down, sucking and lapping and delighting in every 'yes'.

Then her thighs went rigid and she ground once, harder than ever against my mouth. My tongue was so deep inside her and my hand was switching from hard nipple to hard nipple, pulling on them as much as I could. Her belly began to shake and shudder and with what sounded like pure shock, she gave the loudest wail. "Oh fuck! Dallas, YES!"

A single, violent twitch almost knocked me backwards but I held on as Debbie's belly went back to twitching in regular waves. Her voice modulated very slightly and 'yes' was joined by 'fucking hell', in a constant stream.

Finally her hips sagged and my tongue slipped out of her. She remained on her back and her hands reached down and pulled me roughly up her body until we were face to face, our little breasts mashed together, nipples still hard and poking into each other's flesh.

Debbie kissed me a hundred times or more and she finally pulled her head back a little and focused on me. "Fucking hell, yes?" she said softly.

I laughed and the last of my shyness and disbelief washed away. "Yes," I told her, "Anytime."

"I hope so," she said, "Forget the situation thing, but I've never, ever, cum that hard before."

"Likewise," I told her, truthfully, "And Debbie?"

"Yes?"

"I want to do it again."

Debbie laughed and kissed me once, "Just so long as you don't mean right now. I am sore!"

I kissed her nose, "I think my tongue needs an hour to recover. But was that a yes?"

Her body wriggled against me and my own nose was target for one of her kisses, "Oh yes. Dallas I loved it so much. I..."

My heart pounded, probably loud enough for her to hear. "You're beautiful. It really was all so... lovely."

"This is all so quick," Debbie said, her eyes steady now, "But that was lovelier than I could ever have imagined. And so are you, Dallas."

My heart was in my throat. "The whole thing was lovely. Such a surprise, but such a lovely one. Just like you, Debbie."

"You've changed my life, Dallas, in the loveliest of ways."

"Lovely is such a lovely word, Debbie, and so right for you."

"So is love, and that's just right for you."

"Debbie?"

She sat up, pulling me into a sitting position next to her, one arm around me, "Dallas? I have to tell you this is shockingly sudden." She kissed my cheek.

"I think I prefer 'love' to 'shocking'," I managed, "Especially when it comes to you."

Debbie let her free hand bush a hair from my eyes and the let it trail down my body, across my breasts, "Then sorry if this is too shocking, but Dallas? I know it's true. I've fallen for you. Fallen in love."

I hugged her tightly, rained kisses on her cheek and neck, "Oh god thank you, Debbie!"

"Well it's true. I'm sorry if it's all too fast but-"

"No!" I pulled back and looked into those big, wide eyes, and I was lost but found, "It's beautiful. And Debbie? Remember this always, because I know I will..."

"Yes?" She was shaking now.

"Debbie, I love you."

Her eyes closed and her head rolled back, before she snapped upright, dragging me with her, "Oh Dallas, I needed that so much. I love you, beautiful lady." She looked around at the surrounding trees, and then looked down at her own nakedness, then mine. "And I love all of this!"

She spun around and then when she faced me again, she drew me into a glorious embrace. We kissed for a minute and then she pulled back.

"You know, Dallas? I wish I wasn't so sore right now!

"I do know, Debbie. But I have a lovely feeling there will be lots of opportunities later."

"And not just today?"

"No way," I said, "But there again, we do have a lot of exploring to do still today."

Debbie grinned from ear to ear, "I love loving you already. Where to next?"

I kissed her, "Who knows? Let's just wander."

"Naked and free,"



A Discovery Ch. 04



My head was filled with such a buzzing of thoughts about Debbie that when we left the clearing I barely registered that we were both still completely naked - and wandering further from the safety of the house. We were walking hand-in-hand and it was only when she stopped abruptly and pointed between two trees when I really realised just how exposed we were.

"Look!" she whispered.

I peered over her shoulder, "The footpath! That's where I saw the old woman with her even older dog yesterday."

"I nearly walked right on to it," Debbie suppressed a laugh.

I felt my body shiver with a different kind of excitement, "Well, there's no one about."

She turned to me and kissed my nose, "You are terrible!"

"I mean it," I grinned.

"What if someone comes along?"

"We'd hear them ages before we saw them."

Debbie put her hand on my heart, "You're getting a kick out of that thought, aren't you?"

"Your nipples say the same thing," I grinned at her, cupping her breasts. What a difference, I thought, a day makes.

"I think, Dallas," Debbie groaned, "You'd better let go."

"Oh yes?" I squeezed gently.

She groaned louder, "Yes. If you don't I might drag you to the ground right here and who knows who might get to see?"

"Not sure I care," I laughed, "But maybe you're right. I still want to walk on the path though."

"I'm starting to feel very naked, but I'm not letting you get more than a couple of feet away. Come on then!"

I giggled as Debbie took my hand and we broke out of the trees and onto the footpath. We stopped on the rough asphalt and looked all around, the trees looming large on either side, the sun lighting up our naked bodies, the path winding away into the distance in both directions. She kissed me and then held out her arms in both directions.

"Which way, you naughty, naked lady?" She patted my belly with one hand, pulled my head close enough to give me a kiss with the other.

"Ooh, you choose. You seem to have all the right moves."

Debbie laughed and turned to face the direction that the lane would intercept a little way ahead. "Let's be bold then."

We linked hands and started to walk slowly, our ears and eyes on constant alert for human sounds, our grip on each other tightening as we began to feel more and more exposed. I could feel every pore on my skin, each and every one so very visible. The pathway curved and jinked between the leafy alders, birches and ash, and where brambles occasionally blocked the gaps between the trees our pace quickened at the lowered levels of possible retreats.

Our footsteps were accompanied by our nervous giggles and I kept steeling glances down to Debbie's incredibly perky, bare breasts, my initial light feeling of guilt quickly dispelled when I looked up and realised she was glancing at my nakedness just as often. We giggled more and I burst out laughing when she gave a mock tut and stopped, thrusting one hip sideways and her breasts forward in a deliberately brazen pose.

I leaned forward for a kiss and froze as a twig snapped in the woods away to our left. Debbie's mouth formed a perfect, shocked circle and we stared into each other's suddenly panicked eyes before grabbing hands and dashing off to our right and between the sunlit trees. 

We ran forward, heedless of any sharp objects under our feet, until we could look back without seeing the pathway. Hearts pounding and (admittedly small) breasts heaving, we came to a stop behind an old birch and stared at each other, stifling giggles, and trying to listen for more noises back at, or beyond, the path.

After what must have been more than five minutes we'd heard nothing more and finally Debbie shrugged. "Squirrel or something?" she whispered.

"I guess, but it seemed very loud."

"Fox then?"

"Maybe, but anyway there's been nothing else, has there? No sounds at all."

Debbie nodded and gave another shrug, "Nothing. Except maybe my heart going pop."

"You certainly look spooked."

"Gee thanks. You look a bit ghosted yourself."

"Cute, though, right?"

Debbie snorted a quiet laugh, "Edible."

"Thanks. Think it's safe to go back to the path?"

"I think my heart might manage it. Just so long as I can keep looking at your gorgeous bod right by my side."

"Debbie, it really would be my pleasure." And I meant that in every sense.

We took a few moments more before a quick kiss had us slowly walking back to the pathway. We stopped behind the last trees and peeked out, once more all eyes and ears. My body had never felt so exposed and I adored the way that the nakedness affected me - and the way Debbie's nudity compounded all of those sensations. I was suddenly eager to step out of our hiding place and somehow felt my friend's keenness alongside me. I took her willing hand in mine and stepped around the tree and onto the warm asphalt. 

As the sun washed over my naked body I almost gasped in delighted exposure, a pleasure that was multiplied a hundred-fold as I looked across at Debbie and her gorgeous nakedness. Her smile told me that she was as happy as I felt.

"Dallas?" she said, quietly, "What would have happened if that really had been a person?"

My eyes widened at the thought but I couldn't work our whether it was fear or excitement. In a weird way I wanted a clue from Debbie. "It's a wild thought, isn't it?"

Her lips twitched and I guessed she was feeling much the same as I was, "I'd never thought about really being caught even playing before... but this? So exposed, but with someone I... I love? It's all so new but... it excites me."

"Me too," I said gratefully. I stood straighter, somehow more naked but more proud, and I held out my hand, nodding to the pathway beside us, "Shall we?"

Debbie chuckled quietly. She took my hand and nodded, "Yeah, let's. But all this doesn't mean we stop looking and listening, right?"

"Too damned right. I don't intend to let anyone see us, no matter that the idea might excite in such a naughty way." I turned and started walking, Debbie falling into step beside me.

This time we didn't hide our appreciative glances and stares.

We'd travelled no more than fifty yards before Debbie slowed, "How far do you think the lane is?"

"It must be close but I haven't heard any cars or anything-" My voice choked off as the noise of an engine rumbled past no more than a few yards in front of us around a sharp bend in the footpath.

"Oh my god!" Debbie breathed.

I stifled a giggle, "Debbie!" I looked down at my nakedness then hers, "We're only a few steps away!"

Her eyes were wide and shining, "We almost walked straight out of here right in front of a passing car."

The thought was whirring around my head, scaring and thrilling me by turn, "They would have seen your beautiful naked body." I brought a hand up to her breasts.

"And yours," Debbie smiled, her own hands rising to cup my exposed tits.

I groaned, "Can you imagine that? So bad..."

"So naughty," she nodded, "And so hot."

"Red hot." I leaned into Debbie and kissed her, letting our bodies meld together in the middle of the footpath, the trees either side filtering the sun's steamy rays. I felt her hands cup my bare ass and I whimpered, my own hands desperate to squeeze her own firm mounds.

Our kiss deepened and strengthened as our hands began to explore, to knead (and need) and caress. Her mouth was hot and yet oh-so soft, her tongue agile, her dazzling teeth so sensitive as they nipped gently. Another vehicle purred along the lane just yards away and our embrace tightened, our breathing deepened and the passion we were sharing soared.

I broke the kiss long enough to whisper my love and had just brought my lips back to Debbie's when we heard the sharp snapping of another twig.

We froze, our eyes staring into each other's from a few inches apart. And then, excitement or not, we turned and shot into the cover of the trees on the opposite side of the footpath from where the breaking wood had obviously come. 

As soon as there were a few yards of trees between us and the path we ducked down and put our arms around each other, our breaths coming in rapid pants, our eyes locked again as we silently mouthed our thoughts and fears.

'That couldn't have been another squirrel, right?'

'Nor a fox,' my eyes confirmed.

'Are we sure?'

I was about to shrug when another small branch crackled in the distance.

"Shit, Dallas-" 

I shushed Debbie and stared frantically back the way we had come. I dropped my voice to the quietest whisper, "Shit's right. I think that might really be someone!"

We were side by side on our knees, but I could still feel Debbie's urgent nod, "I agree. Not far the other side of the path where we were. Oh my god, d'you think they could see us?"

My answer was, I knew even as I whispered it, born of more hope than expectation, "I'm sure they couldn't. We were there ages, they'd have been noisier in all that time."

"You reckon?" Doubt and hopefulness filled Debbie's throat.

"Well I sure-"

The distant male voice made no effort to be quiet. "Did you see the cute little tits on her?"

I choked a squeak even as Debbie moaned softly. "Bet he meant you!" she whispered.

Despite the blooms of fear, I had to choke a delighted laugh, "Definitely yours!"

Another young male voice made itself heard, "They both had cute tits. And if we'd got there sooner I reckon we would have seen some cute pussy too. I still say they were nude."

We nudged each other, both of now snorting giggles even though panic was beginning to flower. "At least our pussies aren't up for judgement," I whispered.

"Another one you'd win," Debbie grinned at me.

"As if!" 

Branches snapping back towards the path had me dragging her to her feet and I looked around wildly for an escape route.

Debbie's smiles had been replaced by panic and she clutched at my hand hard enough to bruise "Which way?"

I shrugged and indicated that our route to the right was a no go - the lane was just a few yards through the trees - and that behind us was simply further from the house. We both pointed to our left and nodded, taking the first furtive steps, before another voice stopped me in my tracks.

"I reckon my sister would head back towards the house," Ben called to someone unseen.

Debbie shook my shoulders, whispering, "Is that him? Your brother?"

I nodded, almost whimpering, "The dirty, fucking, little shit!"

"Only eighteen?"

I nodded again, "As old as he'll ever get," I hissed.

"Typical teen is all," Debbie shrugged, "But if it's all right with you, there's no way they're going to see any more of us!"

"Oh my god, yes. It's him and his friends, I'll bet, still pissed off they didn't see me yesterday!"

"Sounds like they made up for it a bit today," Debbie kissed my forehead, "Mind you, I can't say I blame them for wanting to see your cute bod."

I kissed her hard, "You say the sweetest, sickest things! No wonder I fell in love with you."

Debbie whispered a laugh, "Come on beautiful, before either of us gets more exposure to that lot. My tits have never felt so naked and it sounds like your dirty little brother has seen more than down your top now!"

I smacked her bare butt, stifling giggles, "That's not funny!"

She paused for a moment, rubbing the smack-mark, "I know we have to run, but do remember to remind you about smacks like that later."

I groaned, "Oh fuck yes. Now come on!"

We took quick strides into the deeper woods for a couple of minutes or so, and then froze as a voice came from around twenty yards in front of us.

"I still can't see them at all. You sure they ran this way?"

"I'm sure I saw hair moving over that way somewhere!"

I grabbed Debbie's hand, "That's my fucking shit of a brother again," I hissed, "We can't keep going that way!"

I could see panic building in her face but she took a deep breath and looked around, listening intently, "It's okay," she whispered, trying to sound calm, "I think they're all moving that way up in front of us. If we double back and wait until they're all together where we were going just now, then we should be able to cross over to the other side of the lane and head towards my parents' place."

"What if one or two of them hang back? We might run right into them!"

"We'll have to be careful - keep looking and listening. And let's face it, Dallas, we can't carry on in this direction and we daren't go deeper into the woods on our left because if they follow somehow then we'll just have to keep going and we could end up anywhere!"

There was ever more panic in Debbie's eyes and I could feel my own heart threatening to leap into my mouth. "You're right," I whispered, "Let's go back and try sneaking over the path behind them." I squeezed her hand tightly, "Fuck it, Debbie, I'm so sorry I dragged you out here now."

"Oh Dallas, don't you dare be! For one I was the one that asked to come and for another we had the best fun ever not half an hour ago! I wouldn't have missed that for the world." She hugged me tightly, "And anyway," she stifled a giggle, "This may be the most fucked up fun I've had for years!"

My own laugh, part hysterical and part relieved, snorted out of me and I returned her hug, "Yeah, maybe you're right."

"I am," she kissed my nose, "And besides, if one of them does catch us I'm pretty sure he'd be so shocked to see your gorgeous bod that it'd give me time to castrate him with my bare hands! Now let's get moving."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak without letting out a giveaway giggle, and we started to move quickly but carefully through the trees, back to where we had started.

It didn't take long to get back to there and as we approached, we became quieter and more careful. There had been a few shouts and calls from the young men but they all seemed to be moving further away and heading ever-further in the direction we had almost headed ourselves. 

Debbie had been leading the way and she sank to her haunches, motioning for me to do likewise. As I crouched beside her she turned and gave me a quick kiss, "Sounds like we made the right call," she whispered.

"It was a great idea you had, I think. You hear anything?"

"A thousand birds and bees, but no boys."

"Me neither," I whispered, "Reckon it's safe to sneak back to the pathway?"

Debbie nodded and shrugged, "I don't think we have a choice. And anyway, even if they've all headed off together I doubt it will take long before they realise the trail's gone cold and they decide to head back this way."

I could see the sense in that but still needed to take half a dozen deep breaths before I dared nod towards the hidden path, "Let's do it, then."

We rose together and crept forward slowly but steadily, peering around every tree before moving ever forward. It wasn't long before the footpath came into view and we both ducked down at the same time, moving now is if we were a single unit. We crawled forward, our eyes darting from left to right to straight ahead, our ears straining to hear any noise that could conceivably have been made by one of the males. 

Before many seconds passed we reached the last of the trees bordering the asphalt and froze for long seconds. All was clear it seemed and finally we looked at each other. Debbie's eyes were wide, her colour high, her chest panting almost silently - and I'm sure I must have looked the same to her. 

"Do it?" she whispered.

I let my eyes dart once left and once right, seeing no other humans, then nodded before I could lose what little nerve I had remaining.

We rose as one and dashed across the narrow path and plunged as quietly as we could despite the burgeoning panic into the trees opposite. We stopped for a few seconds, anxiously listening for shouts or calls which would tell us we had been seen, then when no human sounds came to our ears, we stepped deeper into the darkness of the woods.

With every step the lack of detection brought my panic levels lower and my need to giggle higher. I was soon clamping a hand over my mouth and looked at Debbie to see her struggling to contain her mirth with just as much difficulty. The further we moved away from the footpath, the faster our pace become, parts of our brains evidently realising that we wanted to get away from that danger-zone as quickly as possible and realising also that any noise we now made was less likely to attract the boys' attentions.

Within a minute we were almost running and I let Debbie lead us, aware that she knew the woods far better than me and that we were hopefully heading towards her parents' garden. And besides, now the danger was receding I was rather enjoying the view.

So much so that I ran straight into her back when she pulled up with a breathy whoop of joy. We stumbled forward, our giggles finally escaping as we both took in the nirvana of views - a rolling lawn with a dark rectangle of earth etched out of its centre. Behind it, of course, was Debbie's parents' house. 

We turned and faced each other with matching idiot grins, and hugged, our hot, sweaty flesh mashing together in a way that was beyond wonderful. Breaking the embrace, Debbie grabbed my hand and pulled me forward, up on to the lush grass and on to the back door of the house. She bent and pushed a flowerpot to one side revealing a gleaming key which she retrieved and pushed into the back door's lock. One click later, safety beckoned and I made to step inside.

"Hang on," Debbie held me back, "We were having an outdoor day, right?"

"Well, yeah, but-"

Her kiss took my voice and my breath away, "We've got ears and we've got a retreat just feet away. I say..." she kissed my suddenly willing lips firmly once again, "we start right here. If we hear so much as a leaf bending underfoot from the woods, we go in pronto, right?"

I looked down as her hands, shaking slightly, cupped my breasts, "Oh Debbie..."

She squeezed lightly, "I want to see you cum again out here."

"But it's so-"

Debbie fell to her knees and planted a dozen gentle kisses along the inside of my left thigh, "So good?"

"I was going to say 'dangerous'," I managed, "But no, 'good' is what I really mean."

She pulled me down until I was sitting on the lawn in front of her. "Let me see if I can change 'good' to 'great'."

I lay back on the grass, the sunlight mid-day bright against my pale, naked flesh. I felt so gloriously exposed and the feeling multiplied a thousand-fold as Debbie's lips pecked at first one then the other inner thigh, working slowly upwards from my knees to the sudden raging heat at my groin. She licked and kissed, gentle, tiny movements making my blood sing. All thoughts of danger spiralled away as first her nose then her lips themselves pressed against the hard little nub of my clitoris.

I bucked a little and Debbie's hands reached beneath me, squeezing my butt cheeks, holding me close to her now-eager face. Her mouth moved lower, tongue licking along the length of first one lip and then the other. The probing heat of her began to press at my very entrance and my legs spread open like the petals of a flower at first light, and as one of her hands sipped from under me, reaching up to grab at a bare breast, as her tongue began to slide inexorably inside me, I climaxed without warning, the surge of joy curling my toes, sending spasm after spasm through my belly.

A wail escaped me and Debbie began to lick and suck at the juices that welled from deep within my pussy. A second climax hit me and she pulled on a nipple sending the climactic sensation into the stratosphere. I clutched at her long hair, holding her unashamedly tight to my pulsing womanhood as her tongue licked and probed. When her teeth grazed against my sparkling clit I came again, bucking and twitching beyond control. I knew it couldn't be any more joyful and ecstatic than that.




A Discovery Ch. 04



And then her top lip covered my clit as her tongue probed even deeper inside me. Her hand pawed at first one breast and then the other, pinching and pulling at my rock-hard nipples.

The orgasm to end all orgasms tore through me, holding, sustaining, scrambling every thought but joy. I felt Debbie shuddering as she licked and probed, knew instinctively that she was climaxing as well - and that drove me higher still. I wailed like a wolf.

The sensations began to calm after what could have been seconds, minutes or hours and although my mind was scrambled I knew what I needed more than anything else. I pulled Debbie's head away from my groin and slipped and slid around until I was holding her face in front of mine.

I kissed her deeply tasting my own juices and she straddled my thigh, her pussy hot and wet against my muscles. I made to push her backwards but she clung on to my shoulders and shook her head as much as she was able.

Through my kisses I could feel her start rocking against me and pulled back just enough to say, "I want to be looking into our eyes when I cum again."

I loved her eyes too much to refuse her. Loved Debbie too much to refuse her. And I suddenly wanted to see that for myself.

We kissed, then, harder than before, me tasting my own juices on her lips, her tongue, her teeth, and I held her hips as she rocked back and forth on my quivering thigh. Debbie's hands were in my hair and they tightened to signal the start of every muscle tensing in her body.

I pulled my head back enough to stare into Debbie's wide and widening eyes as the first waves of climax started to ripple through her belly. My thigh became wetter as she convulsed, hot and firm against it, and those beautiful eyes grew ever wider as she began to laugh and moan at the same time. 

"Oh fucking hell, Dallas, oh yes!"

The orgasm struck her and every muscle, every bone, every nerve in her body thrummed. I stared deep into her eyes and felt my own belly spasm with an aftershock of climax.

We kissed again then, never once breaking the contact between our eyes and we pulled each other tightly to our shivering, twitching bodies.

At some point - I have no idea when - we must have collapsed back onto the grass, and we lay together entwined. I came to, I suppose, just as Debbie was lifting her head to look down at me. Her eyes spoke of shock and joy. And they spoke of love.

Our kiss was gentle, full of so many emotions.

Finally, Debbie looked up and around. "I didn't know where I was for a moment. Didn't care, either."

"Good," I said. And it was.

"I could lay here with you for hours, but I rather think that might not be a good idea in one way."

"I don't care."

"Well I think you will when I say I heard some branches breaking in the distance."

We sat up quickly and listened hard. It was true. There were noises as yet still far away in the woods, but undoubtedly growing closer.

I sighed. "What's the proper word for murdering your brother?"

"Fratricide," Debbie returned the sigh, "I guess we'd better retreat indoors."

"Unfortunately."

"I think I need a shower anyway," she grinned, "And I would just love some help."

I was on my feet, legs shaking, even before Debbie could rise. "Consider me volunteered," I told her. "I've never showered properly with another woman before."

She laughed, "I'm not sure this will be as proper as proper can be," she winced as she tapped at her groin, "but I have a feeling we'll be needing all the practice we can get."

I let her lead me into the house and up to her room and its en suite shower. Once there and truly safe from interruption I sat on a stool by the cubicle and took Debbie's hand.

"I'm sorry about them."

"I think I told you before, it's not your fault. All teen males are budding pervs, and besides... well, it was still the best fun ever."

"I sure haven't cum that hard before."

"And we've only just begun," she kissed the top of my head. "I loved being naked outside - and you being naked out there with me - and we still have to go for a playful drive, to be fair."

I looked up into her eyes, "Yeah," I said softly, "I'm not normally into cars but I have a feeling I'm going to love yours."

Debbie turned away and spun the shower tap, "Just as soon as my pussy calms down a bit. Is yours tender?"

I winced as I stood, "Beautifully so."

"I'd offer to kiss it better, but I'm not so sure that would help."

We stepped into the cool shower together, "I think you might be right, but we could always try it out to see later, right?"

Debbie, facing me under the shower flow, blinked water from her eyes and then cupped my breasts, "Right," she whispered. "We're going to have to learn a lot. And soon."

I stepped into her embrace and we let the blessedly cool water cascade over our kiss.



A Discovery Ch. 05



The shower, after our fun in the woods, was both much-needed (we were both wearing more grass-stains than make-up) and not a little frustrating. The former thanks to Debbie's parent's lawn and the latter thanks to a wonderful soreness.

Afterwards we retreated, still naked but now thoroughly relaxed about it, to Debbie's bedroom and sat on her bed as we did our best to dry our hair.

She tapped my shoulder, "Is it really still less than a day since we met?"

"Since you ravished me in the lane?"

"Yeah. Since I first tasted your pussy. Any pussy, come to that."

I nodded, "Still not twenty-four hours." Now Debbie had said it I was amazed. And so very happy. "Hard for me to believe, but wonderfully true."

And it was hard for me to believe. I had always been shy – not to mention heterosexual – and part of that condition was a reservation that saw me at the back of every queue, always the last to commit to new hobbies or likes. I wondered for just a fraction of a second if my sudden infatuation with Debbie was some sort of bi-product of the realisation that other women could appeal in such an unexpectedly sexual way. But then I looked across at her and knew – simply knew – that it was the person I had fallen for. She was pretty in a startled foal sort of way, but her character was even prettier. She was smart and she was clearly sassy and funny. She was perfect.

"Dallas?"

Debbie's voice snapped me out of my reverie, "Sorry, I was miles away."

"I was wondering what you wanted to do for the rest of the day. It's not even mid-day yet."

I threw my damp towel on top of where she had thrown hers, "I just want to be with you." My answer surprised even me.

"Good. But do you mean in here or outdoors again?"

"I'm not sure my nerves or my vag could take it," I laughed.

"Not even if I kiss the latter better?"

"Especially not! Maybe later?"

It was Debbie's turn to laugh, "Actually that's a good call. I think I might have dislocated my tongue."

"I could manage to kiss that better."

She shuffled up beside me on the edge of the bed. "Care to prove it?"

So we kissed. Just a normal, loving kiss. Her lips were so soft, her tongue so warm, and her eyes – deep blue, I noticed – glowed. My fingers tangled in her damp hair, but gently. Finally we broke apart, both smiling, neither of us self-conscious any more.

I looked down at her softly heaving chest, "You have really beautiful breasts, you know?"

Debbie's gaze followed mine, "These little things?"

I nodded.

She snorted, "That's the first time anyone's ever said anything that nice about little miss tiny tits' tits. Yours are perfect though."

"Let's call it a draw."

"They sure seem to draw me."

I patted her thigh, "I'm not complaining but you really are a terror."

"You know?" she said, "I think I've spent as much time with them exposed to you as I have with them covered."

"I'm not complaining," I told her, surprising myself yet again, "But if we do go out anywhere this afternoon they are definitely in need of some cover. Any chance I can borrow something of yours? We must be about the same size."

"No," she grinned.

"Debbie!"

"Ok, ok, but just one item then."

"If you say 'shoes' I might just have to kill you."

"Well I was going to say a dress, but now you mention it..."

I slapped her thigh and then her butt as she jumped up with a giggle. "You really are a terror!"

She rubbed at her rump, "And you really do have a great aim. That's twice you've spanked my bare butt."

"True," I grinned, "It's a rather nice target and well deserved." 

Debbie turned to face me, "It must be part of this weird magic between us, but do you realise I've fantasised about being spanked ever since I was a little girl?"

"You know I've never really thought about it before, but now you come to mention it..."

"Your nipples," Debbie said, "have just become totally rigid. I have the delicious feeling that you might like making my fantasy come true."

I shrugged, realising she was right, incapable of being too surprised at anything after all that had happened so quickly, "The delicious feeling is all mine."

"I'll be sure to remind you later."

"With your naughty mouth I don't think you'll need to."

Debbie laughed, "I can't help myself with you around. You bring out the naughtiness in me."

"And I've only just started. Now, what about that dress?"

"You seriously fit enough for another trip out later?"

I nodded, "I aim to have so much fun with you from the very start."

"Suits me," Debbie said, "There's loads of stuff in that big wardrobe. Help yourself but remember – just one item."

I stood and kissed her nose, "You got any more dresses like the one you more or less had on this morning?"

"Oh yeah, I love easy access stuff for my little road trips."

"Oh yes," I said, pulling open the sliding door of the wardrobe, "Perhaps I can let you show me what sort of fun you have while we find somewhere new to have a wander."

"Now that," Debbie said, "is what I call a fantastic idea."

My new friend's wardrobe was packed solid with tops, skirts, dresses, jeans and jackets – including two very expensive-looking leather ones. Despite her giggling suggestions about 'just a jacket' and 'just a long top' I chose a short, summery dress which hung dangerously low at the front and would be a serious hazard to decency if a strong breeze blew up from anywhere.

Quite separately, Debbie had chosen something remarkably similar and only the colours set us apart – mine being bright green and hers another dazzling white one like she had been wearing earlier.

Although we were both increasingly keen to resume our playtime, Debbie's suggestion of a coffee before we left won my immediate approval and we spent the cosiest minutes sharing beverage brewing duties in her parents' immaculate kitchen. It didn't help to speed things up any when the hem of my dress got caught in the fridge door and Debbie took every advantage to kiss exposed flesh. I rather think that only tenderness in my groin area prevented the delays from becoming an afternoon back in the bedroom.

Finally, though, we were ready to leave and we headed outside to where Debbie's car sat in the driveway. As I've said before I'm more of a bicycle girl than a car over, but even I could see that the very shiny white convertible (a Ford something-or-other, she told me with not a little pride) was a lovely vehicle. 

What wasn't so lovely was the fact that it had been sitting in direct sunlight for at least a couple of hours and the seats were, to say the least, rather hot.

"I can't sit with my bum lifted off the seat when you take us wherever it is you've got planned!"

Debbie was giggling and holding the short skirt of her dress firmly under her own butt, "Don't forget your seatbelt!"

"Oh yeah, right. Gee thanks!" I tried to pull my own dress down the back of my legs and found out I could just about bear to sit so long as I kept my knees lifted high enough that the backs of my thighs stayed clear of the seat. "This is hardly very lady-like."

"Oh I don't know," Debbie's giggles increased in intensity and she nodded down to my lap where the front of the dress was riding high, "From this angle I can definitely tell you're a lady."

I hastily pushed the garment's short skirt between my thighs, "Just yesterday," I complained, "A certain pussy had never even experienced fresh air, now it doesn't seem to get enough."

"I sure don't," she turned the key in the ignition, the engine clattering into noisy life, "So don't fret about covering up on my behalf."

I gave a pout, trying not to laugh, and clicked my seatbelt home, "Just don't drive too roughly, okay?"

"I'll be as smooth as silk, I promise, and with the car's top down it'll soon cool off in here."

"Glad to hear it," I winced, wriggling around to get as comfortable as I could.

"Mind you," Debbie added, "I have every intention of warming things up when we find the right spot."

"I should moan at you, but I can't seem to find it in me."

Debbie leaned sideways and pecked my bare shoulder, "Don't get me started on the innuendoes."

I laughed, at ease and yet still uncomfortable in one great paradoxical lump, "Innuendo's a funny word isn't it? Sounds kind of like innuendo in itself."

She started the car rolling along the driveway and rolled her eyes to match, "Let's not start going on about your end, either. It's just too cute for words."

"Thanks, I think. Now how about you tell me where we're off to so I know why I'm putting up with a burning butt?"

Debbie drove along the lane with a confidence behind the wheel that I was immediately envious of, "I thought," she told me, "That we could head for the woods up on the ridge. It's a few miles but at least no one is likely to be about if we head towards the old quarry. You know that place?"

"Good grief, yes. I haven't been there since I was a little girl, but I used to love it."

"You're not exactly a big girl now," Debbie laughed, briefly taking her left hand off the steering wheel to pinch at my right breast. "But you're extremely cute."

I wriggled and giggled, "Careful you!"

"Don't fret, Dallas, I'm in complete control. I could drive at Le Mans."

"I wasn't talking about your driving," I patted her thigh, "I was just worried someone might see."

"Ashamed of me already?"

"Stop teasing, and no – I meant we shouldn't risk upsetting the neighbours."

"Neighbours?" Debbie laughed, "We haven't passed a car or a pedestrian since we left the house. And anyway, I think it would be good to be out."

It hadn't occurred to me until she said it – a lot of other things had been happening in the last day – but as soon as she said the words out loud it gave me a delighted shiver, "I think I agree. But for now, let's get to the quarry."

"I like the way you're thinking. The water will be nice and warm."

"Oh dear," I said, over-acting for effect, "And there's me forgetting my swimming costume!"

"Oh dear," Debbie mimicked, "Me too. I guess we'll just have to have a skinny dip."

"What are you suggesting, you naughty thing?"

"Moi? I was merely suggesting me might need to dive into the water totally buck naked," her voice took on a deeply husky timbre, "And lick each other so much that we scream through multiple orgasms."

"You know?" I sighed, "I have a feeling that I am going to love your naughty plans almost as much as I love you. Are we there yet?"

Debbie laughed, swinging the car onto the country lane that wound its way up to the ridge a few miles away, "No, but we will be just as soon as I can get this thing there!" 

I was pinned back happily in my hot seat as the wind started to blow my hair straight out behind me, and I was beginning to really enjoy the whole 'car thing'.

I wouldn't have called myself an expert but I was pretty sure that my new friend's driving abilities were of the highest quality and despite the obvious speed we were travelling at, the car seemed glued to the road. Bends come and went and straights were a buzz of sheer speed that had me pinned back in my comfortable seat. 

I was able to stare at Debbie's profile as she smiled her way through every manoeuvre, her eyes focused intently on the road ahead of us, her hands moving easily on the wheel or shifting through the gears with a delicate agility that was both impressive and yet completely calm and seemingly unhurried. Her lips were as full as I remembered them from glorious touch and her wide blue eyes sparkled in the brilliance of the sun. I allowed my eyes to wander lower, unashamedly drinking in Debbie's delicate curves where the seatbelt pulled her dress close across her gentle breasts, and then lower still to where the skirt of the dress rose high across her muscular but slender thighs, its height on her legs promising untold pleasures so very nearly exposed to me.

I looked up at Debbie's face eventually and saw a smirk rippling around her lips, "Admiring the view?"

I was going to apologise but stopped myself, "Actually, yes. Pardon my French but you are one fucking cute lady." 

I wasn't sure which of us was more surprised, but Debbie's peal of laughter sent a glorious thrill through my entire body, and we were both still laughing five minutes later when the car crested a hill where we could see down on the final curves in the road before it rose to the woods and the quarry hidden deep within them. 

I stopped laughing and groaned, pointing to a lorry that was at the bottom of the small valley, struggling to turn off the road we were on and into a small lane leading off towards a farmhouse in the distance, "Looks like we'll be held up before we get to our dipping pool."

To my surprise Debbie chuckled softly, "Oh yeah. And the one car between us and the back of that lorry is turning round to come back this way already."

"And that's a good thing?"

"Put it this way," Debbie said, accelerating down towards the back of the struggling truck, "It changes my plans a little. But not in a bad way at all."

"I have a feeling," I said, "that you're not telling me something, and that's not necessarily a bad thing."

"Very astute, cute one."

The car that had turned back towards us passed slowly, the driver spinning a finger at his temple before pointing back the way he had come and mouthing something like 'stupid lorry driver' to us as we passed.

Debbie slowed as we reached the back of the still struggling truck and then pulled to a standstill just as the grumbling of the engine ahead of us clattered into silence.

She turned to me with a nervy, wicked grin, "I'm thinking that maybe the lorry is stuck for a few minutes."

"And I'm thinking you were hoping it might take the driver a while to get himself moving again. Does this have anything to with the 'little changes' to your plan by any chance?" I wasn't quite sure where Debbie was headed with this, but my heart was beginning to pound a little faster.

She switched off the Ford's engine and unclicked her seatbelt, "You know me so well already. Perhaps this stuck truck might give me a lovely chance to introduce you to my naughty outdoor habit."

"Debbie! We're in an open top car on a lane that can get real busy, you know?" I was protesting against something I had no real clue about – and had no real meaning behind my protest, either.

"You had the same view from back up the road as any driver coming along will have. They'll see the road blocked and turn around before coming down this far. And the driver of that hulking blockage will be too busy with his truck to even bother to look this far behind him, not that his mirrors could see any more than maybe the side of the car anyway."

"So... you mean that even out here on the open road, we're not likely to be seen?" 

Debbie nodded a smile fluttering around her mouth. "And if that truck driver does decide he's never going to make the turn and chooses to drive on, we'll have plenty of warning when he starts his engine again."

"Is this sort of situation exactly what you like to find yourself in for your own naughty outdoor fun?"

"Oh yes," she almost purred as she lifted her butt a couple of inches and pulled the hem of her dress up along her legs. She settled back into the driver's seat, her eyes never leaving mine, then let her right hand drop into her lap, inching the summery dress higher until she could touch the bared flesh between her thighs. "With you here, this feels naughtier and lovelier than ever." Her eyelids lowered halfway and she let out a soft hiss as I looked down, a gentle gasp of my own issuing from me as I saw her bared pussy being softly stroked.

My own arousal had been hovering as the situation had developed, but now I felt a surge of heat travel up from my toes and to my own womanhood. Without thinking of anything but my sudden heat and need, I copied Debbie's actions, hoisting my dress up my legs, exposing myself and letting one hand caress my own heat and wetness. "You really are," I groaned, "the most terribly naughty terror."

Sitting in the car, stopped out in the middle of the roadway, felt immediately even wilder than being naked in the woods. When Debbie's left hand settled on my own bared thigh I shivered with delight, and when it moved higher, settling over my suddenly eager, probing fingers I let out a moan of pure joy.

My own free hand found its way into Debbie's lap and my fingers quickly located her heat and wetness, her pussy already pulsing and moist. Her own hand there switched from caressing herself to pressing my hand tighter against her heat and I felt a glorious shiver course through her.

I spread my thighs wide, no longer caring about where we were, just surrendering to her eager touches. I pushed my groin harder at her hand and quivered as I felt one of her finger's part my eager lips, "Oh fuck, Debbie, oh yes."

"I've always loved playing like this," she panted, "but now with your – oh fuck yes – fingers and your beautiful pussy in the game, it's... perfect!"

"I don't believe we're doing this," I half-laughed, half-groaned, "It's just so... so..."

"Hot?"

"Oh yeah..." I could feel my passions rising even further, "I just gotta ask... have you ever cum doing this sort of thing?"

"Only once but I have this glorious feeling that could change real soon."

I glanced in the wing mirror at a delightfully empty road behind us, "Do we dare?"

"Not so sure I'm gonna have much choice if you keep touching me like this."

"Good," I managed, "Totally crazy but so good."

"You know something?" Debbie groaned, "The shoulder straps of my dress are sipping down and I just don't feel like stopping them."

I looked across at her chest and realised that her breasts were almost free of the garment. Somehow I managed to grab at the hem of her dress as I continued to gently stroke her divinely wet pussy and I tugged. It was enough to free her large, erect nipples, expose them to the brilliant sunlight. She made no move to cover herself and instead ground herself harder against my hand, her middle finger penetrating me easily and divinely.

I could feel the first swells of climax building deep inside my belly and I began to try to hold the inevitable orgasm at bay, the sight of Debbie's bared breasts and the feel of her wet heat conspiring to break down any resistance I could offer. When she reached one hand to my own shoulder strap and yanked it down, my right breast slipping free, I couldn't – didn't want – to stop her. I wanted her to see my naked flesh, wanted her to keep probing so gloriously inside me, needed to grind my tingling clit against the heel of her hand. I would never have believed I could ever be so blatantly free and sexual, so daring, but right then I was without any volition in the matter. Being daring was intense fun, but sharing with Debbie was mind-blowing. When I felt an enormous tremor ripple through her belly, felt her hips rise against the pressure of my hand, I could feel my own climax begin to swell. I stared at her exposed tits and down to where my fingers probed and caressed her bare pussy, felt her pinch at my nipple and had to choke back a wail of pure joy.

"Oh, Debbie," I managed, "let's do this. Let's do it together."

"Ain't no stopping us now, I'm thinking." She moaned, teeth flashing white in the sunlight, "You're doing it to me again, Dallas, oh god you're doing it!"

The first wave of climax washed through her and my own orgasm burst from me. I felt her groin press so hard against my probing fingers even as my own hips thrust against her hand. It was wild, free and so necessary – for both of us. Debbie fell sideways against me and somehow our mouths collided, a kiss sealing the mutual release.

It had all been so fast, so naughty, and our mutual climaxes were just as quick, just as intense. We slumped back into our seats and for some reason covered ourselves quickly but comfortably, laughing now.




A Discovery Ch. 05



Perhaps we were both showing some latent signs of precognition because we were barely able to breathe properly when a figure – the driver of the truck – strode around the back of his vehicle and waved to us. For a few seconds I think we both believed that he might have witnessed something – we later admitted as much to each other – but his first words dispelled the sudden panic. 

"Hey guys... sorry, I mean girls. I'm gonna be reversing this rig back a few yards so you might wanna shift that car back a bit as well. I should be clearing the road in a few minutes."

I could feel Debbie's sigh of relief, "Er, yeah, sure."

As soon as the truck driver had disappeared back towards his vehicle's cab we both started giggling.

I slapped Debbie's thigh gently as we fiddled with our seatbelts, "Close! I wondered why we were so fast to climax. Perhaps our bodies know what's coming better than we do!"

"I sure know what coming felt like for us both!"

"Debbie!"

She started in the engine and began to move away from the rear of the truck, "Yeah, I know – I'm a terror, right?"

"A delightful one," I grinned at her, "but yeah, a terror."

I could still pretty much feel her fingers on – and in – my body, and my brain was marvelling at just how much my life had changed in little more than a day. Surely, I thought, there couldn't be much more we dared try? I very much hoped I was wrong, of course.

Just fifteen minutes later Debbie stopped the car in a tiny service road leading into the woods and the water-filled quarry beyond. Less than five minutes later we arrived, giggling, at the edge of the expanse of the man-made lake and collapsed breathlessly to the ragged grass.

"Very quiet here, isn't it?" Debbie managed.

I nodded, too breathless to speak properly, and looked all around me. The woods surrounded three-quarters of the lake, the furthest bank open to the rolling hillside but too far away to really see. The water's surface was almost eerily calm and smooth, the sun's reflection a near-perfect circle, shockingly bright even through my sunglasses. A heat haze shimmered over the lake and I could feel my sweat starting to evaporate from my exposed arms and legs. Debbie flopped back on the sparse grass beneath the trees, their roots visible in paces, seemingly seeking out the water, creeping over the nearest edge of the old quarry's wall. I knelt and dipped one hand into the clear lake, pleasantly surprised at home warm the liquid felt close to the bank. 

I looked back at Debbie, "It's warm here."

"Does that translate as 'invitingly warm'?"

"It's almost asking out loud 'what do you think you're doing all dressed and on the bank?'"

Debbie sat up straight, "You know, I've been up here loads of times and I've never seen so much as a dog walker?"

"I guess we'd hear if a car parked up close by wouldn't we?"

"Definitely on such a calm day. And I don't know about you, but a swim looks even more inviting than another naked woods walk."

"Just as daring, I guess."

Debbie stood slowly, "Definitely."

I rose and faced her, "Shall we?"

With a delightful giggle, Debbie reached down and in one fluid movement pulled her dress up and over her head. Her gorgeous nudity did more to take my breath away than the beating of the sun and I copied her actions in just a couple of seconds. We stared at each other's nakedness with a kind of awe mixed heavily with delight. 

She broke the silence by stepping forward and hugging me to her hot, sweaty body, "Let's swim!"

Pulling away from me with a lingering of her fingers on my bare hips, she took a couple of steps back then faced the lake. She paused for a few seconds and then sprinted past me in a blur of bare flesh. I turned to watch her dive effortlessly into the lake, her body slicing into the deep water with barely a splash. She was still submerged when I followed her footsteps and dived after her, my own effort clumsier but just as willing. I broke the surface quickly, Debbie's head appearing more than ten feet from me a couple of seconds later. We stared at each other, shock registering in her big eyes.

I laughed, feeling the water caress every inch of me, "It's really warm!"

She nodded and laughed, "What a total fucking joy!"

"Just like you are," I splashed some delightfully warm water in her direction.

Despite my effort, the droplets fell well short of her but she laughed as if I'd soaked her and returned the gesture, "And you call me a terror!"

"Well you are," I managed, easing towards her with a stroke that was a mixture of front crawl, breaststroke and doggy paddle – I was no great swimmer.

She trod water, waiting for me, and then helped me upright in the calm and warmth.

I know it sounds soppy and sentimental, but we kissed then in a way that was born more of love than naughtiness. Somehow we sorted out our legs so that we both trod water gently without tangling, hugging each other as we rained kisses upon each other's lips, finally settling into a long, firm kiss, our bodies intertwined.

Whether or not we were all climaxed out for the time being, it seemed perfectly natural to just drift around, swimming occasionally, treading water at other times, talking, laughing, sometimes pausing to listen for cars. Sure, skinny-dipping in the old quarry was a little risky, a little naughty in broad daylight, but it just felt so very good. It felt natural in a way that no daring walks through the woods had made me feel, and even touching and kissing Debbie from time-to-time felt normal and right and proper.

We stayed in the water for ages – maybe close to an hour – before we made our way back to the bank where we had left our dresses. We sat beside them and next to each other on the grass, the brilliant sun drying our bodies within a couple of minutes.

"Please don't take this the wrong way," Debbie giggled, "but I think we should put our dresses back on. We don't want to get delicate bits sunburnt, do we?"

I nodded, "I guess not, even if applying some after-sun lotion on those bits does rather appeal."

She handed me the borrowed garment, easing herself into her own dress. "We can take them off again if we want a walk through the trees, right?"

"I'll hold you to that," I said, "Have you noticed that the dresses agree?"

"They do?" Debbie was still wriggling her own garment down over her slender hips.

"Yep," I grunted, "They come off much more easily than they go on!"

She gave a delightful peal of laughter, "True that."

Finally dressed, we lay back and let the sun wash over us, holding hands as we settled. It was no doubt that late night before that crept up on us quickly then and I began to doze before I knew what was happening. 

Shadows of the tall trees were dappling my eyes when I woke, slowly, a little confused at first as I realised that I was cuddled up to someone else in the great outdoors. I turned my head and found Debbie, already awake, staring at me from a few inches away.

"Hello, sleepy."

I yawned, "Hi to you as well, and sorry–"

"Shush!" he pecked my lips softly. "I was having a lovely time watching you sleep, no matter how confusing this all is."

"Confusing is right," I said, "but that doesn't make it a bad thing."

She kissed me again and I returned the gentle pressure, "It seems to be making it a very good thing. You know? I thought we came up here for another naughty walk in the woods, but the swim and everything? That was even better."

I nodded gently, "You're right," I said – and she was. "The woods are fun and naughty and daring, but I don't need that half as much as I need you."

"I'm not even going to ask you to pass the bucket," she grinned, "As odd as it feels, I'm quite happy cuddled up here."

So was I, and so there we stayed as the afternoon passed slowly towards evening. We chatted, we dozed, we kissed, we cuddled. There was no sex, no naughty wanders, one brief swim, and we started to get to know each other properly, not just physically.

Debbie proved to be resolutely funny, charming, intelligent and very beautiful. She told me that I was the same and I could see in her big blue eyes that she believed every word that she was saying, no matter what I thought of myself. Everything about her was so different to any of my other close, relationship-based, friends both past and present – and not simply because of her gender. Sure, her body fascinated me and I was fascinated by how my own body reacted to her, to her touches and kisses, but that was all somehow second place to the sensations that she was generating deep inside me. And sure, this was all so fast – but during the tender hours of that afternoon I came to realise that all that I was feeling was so very real. More real that I had ever experienced before.

We left the woods and drove back to Debbie's parents' house when the first of the evening shadows brought a coolness to the air that had been absent all that day. I took a short break to visit my own parents' house, collecting a couple of changes of clothes, leaving a note in case my pesky brother showed up again, missing Debbie in a way that surprised and delighted. I knew I was going to be staying with her that night, a first that sent shivers up and down my spine, and I was almost running by the time I got back to her place.



A Discovery Ch. 06



It had been the busiest, strangest, of days and despite dozing for ages at the side of the old quarry, we were both very quiet that evening, very much at peace with the world. Debbie cooked something which she gave a, to me unpronounceable, name – Vietnamese, she assured me – which tasted divine. Our vodka consumption was limited to a couple of small glasses, and our conversation was limited to an increasingly nervous swapping of personal adventure stories.

The nervous tension built as the hour ticked towards midnight until Debbie grabbed my hands and pulled me up from where I had curled on her parents' luxurious sofa.

"I have a feeling," she said, "that we're both nervous about what comes next, right?"

I nodded, "All that outdoor fun was one thing, but this seems so different."

"I agree, but I figure it comes down to answering one question."

"Which is?"

"Dallas," she said, slowly, "All I think we need to know is whether we want this – want to spend the night together as well as our day."

"Days," I said, nerves now spiralling.

"Days?"

"Days in the plural."

"Oh right..." She paused for a second, "Well yes, days plural... but you're prevaricating, aren't you?"

"You noticed," I somehow managed to laugh, "But yes. It's like actually saying so seems such a big deal. Even though every inch of me wants to."

"You're sure about that?"

I nodded, "I'm sure it's a big deal and... yes, I'm sure I want to be with you all night."

Debbie sighed deeply, "Thank fuck for that. I knew I'd get you to admit it eventually."

"Do you then?"

She pulled me into a gentle hug, "Yes. I couldn't bear the thought of you sleeping apart from me tonight, as weird as that sounds to my own ears." A smile developed, both relieved and teasing, "It's not that I don't trust you, of course..."

"You are a terror, you know?"

"I know now that you've told me a hundred times."

"Will you lead me to your bed, terror?"

"Despite the fact that you know full well where it is, yes... I'd like that."

And so she did, and I followed with my nerves calming, my sense of wonder at the newness of everything growing by the stair. 

There was no desperate eagerness from either of us. Debbie took our discarded towels into her bathroom and then returned to where I waited by her bed, turning off the lights until only a bedside lamp remained glowing. We kissed then, a gentle affair, before we each removed the other's dress to stand naked in the soft, yellow glow. 

The bed was wider than a single but not by much and we slid under the single cotton sheet, already tight together, already hugging in a manner that seemed familiar in the weirdest way. We kissed again, just as softly as we had earlier, but somehow in a much more intimate way. I stroked her bare back, my mind whirling with sensations that were still so new to me and yet so welcome.

Debbie broke the kiss for a moment, "I think," she said, "that we are going to have a lot more fun together... if you want it, that is?"

"I want," I assured her, once again letting my mouth answer without any intervention from my still-shocked brain.

"Good. Now let my lips start exploring and try not to fall out of bed, okay?"

"Very okay."

In the next hour – or however long we explored – I only fell out of the comfort of the mattress twice. And what did I care? Both times I was mid-climax and scarcely noticed.

It was still dark when sleep overtook us, both softly sated, our tensions dispersed, our bodies intertwined.

Sunlight woke me, I think, but that may have been my imagination since I was pretty much face down in a fluffy pillow. Whatever it was, though, and however strange and sensuously sexual the previous day had been, I was fully aware of my surroundings in seconds. I knew at once that it was Debbie's long waves of hair tickling my bare shoulder, and I knew it was her arm draped across my lower back. I was immediately aware that my whole take on life had altered completely and totally, and I knew that something new and absolutely wonderful had settled deep within me.

For all the new and immediate certainties about my own mind and my own feelings, I felt a moment of fear that maybe Debbie didn't feel such deep emotions. But then I let my eyes flutter open and found myself staring deeply into the wide blue yonder of her eyes, already open and alert and staring into mine. Staring with undisguised love.

I couldn't help myself. I let out a strangled laugh and wriggled properly and fully into her arms, peppering her with kisses even as she let out her own delighted laugh. It was 'pass the bucket' time again, but I didn't care.

You don't need to know about the next hour of gentle love-making. It was nothing overly wild and sexually remarkable for you and in any case it was something so special for me and for Debbie that I really don't want to share. Yeah, that special.

Breakfast was late and light – it turned out that we had the same sort of tastes at that time of day which amounted to coffee. But that's not to say that it wasn't an unusual time insofar as we spent an hour giggling our way through potential naughty plans for the coming day. For all the love we were discovering, the idea of naughty fun was as attractive as it was intriguing. 

When Debbie suggested that maybe we could also try for some revenge on my brother and his annoying friends, she really piqued my interest. 

"Now that is a cool idea," I nodded, "but how could we possibly even get anywhere close to causing them as much annoyance as they caused us? The little shits."

"Will your brother be coming home again in the near future?"

I shrugged, "He wasn't due home yesterday, even, but he is due at the weekend."

"Well I reckon we can come up with something in the next couple of days if you want?"

"Reckon we'll last that long?" I spoke without thinking, regretting it immediately in one way, suddenly desperately hopeful in another.

Debbie had been sat on one of her mother's high kitchen stools and she slid off it then and crossed to me at the table. There was an unusual uncertainty flickering across her features despite her steady movement. She leaned down until her eyes were level with mine, "Please?"

Of all the things she could have said, that simple request almost choked me. Shock and pleasure washed through me and all I could do was pull her into an awkward embrace, nodding madly. I hadn't been thinking forward beyond the next hour or so but now a whole new future was beginning to open up before me. I still had no real idea what it might contain other than Debbie.

Sure, it was yet another 'pass the bucket' moment, but hey, it was a real sweet one.

"So," I managed at length, finally releasing Debbie from what must have been a very awkward hug, "that counts as a big 'yes' and I agree that we must be able to come up with some sort of revenge in a day or two. But that leaves a day or two, and I have a feeling that there's some other sort of fun that's beckoning."

Debbie was grinning madly, teeth flashing and eyes gloriously damp but happy, "Fun sounds like fun. Any suggestions?"

I stood up and pulled her into a much more comfortable cuddle, "Well... not really just so long as it's good, naughty fun and involves the both of us."

"Dallas, I have got the strongest feeling that your suggestion really doesn't narrow things down too much. How about we start working our way through all the silly fantasies we've ever had?"

I nodded, "That sounds as if it might pass a few days. Or weeks if you're the terror I think you are."

"Not nice," she slapped my rump, "but possibly true."

"You start then, but be warned: there's absolutely no way I would allow myself to do just anything... unless you are the one suggesting it'"

"I take my rump-slap back. For now anyway." Debbie held up a finger, "I've just remembered – seriously, before you say anything – I really did use to wonder whether I would ever dare crossing town in like the most silly thing ever."

I was instantly intrigued, "Given how little we were wearing in the car yesterday, that's got me imagining all sorts of silly things. What do you have in mind? A hat?" I knew my suggestion couldn't really be what Debbie had in mind, but I was already wondering if it was, whether I might dare join her that way.

"No, silly – maybe one day, though – no, I was thinking of touring the town on the bus that loops round the place."

"You don't strike me as the bus-spotter type so I'm thinking that your focus is still on what you'd be wearing."

Debbie nodded, "Quite right, although it's not what I'll be wearing, it's what we'll be wearing."

My heart rate was rising. The tremulous fear was still there, but now there was an added frisson of sensual desire to share something, as yet unknown and naughty, with my new girlfriend (and that word, girlfriend, was causing its own sensual desires, "And what exactly do you have in mind?"

"How about a little tour of the town on one of the tourist buses?"

"Er, what?"

"You know," Debbie smiled, "One of those open-top double-decker things they put on for tourists this time of year."

I was vaguely aware of the summertime tourist attractions the local authorities rolled out when the sun was shining, but I didn't quite see what Debbie was alluding to, "I guess I remember them from when I was a kid, but what exactly are you suggesting?"

She laughed, "I bet they're as quiet as anything during the middle of the week, and I reckon we might enjoy sitting up above most of the shoppers and tourists. You know? More or less all alone way up there with nothing on but... ooh, I don't know, maybe a little raincoat each?"

My heart leapt into my mouth, "You mean just a little raincoat each, don't you?"

"I'm getting the impression we're getting to know one another already. Would you dare do it, though?"

My mind raced, and I realised that Debbie's idea was desperately thrilling, "I dare."

Her big blue eyes widened and I realised that she had thought I might demur – and that she was both excited and very nervous at her own suggestion, "We're even going to have time things really well when we go up to the top deck, you know?"

I nodded but managed a laugh born of fear and sudden desire, "I bags I follow you up!" I could already imagine the view as I followed close behind – and below – her.

"And you call me a terror!"

"I note you didn't argue."

"And I didn't even tell you that if you're the one following me then you weren't allowed to dare raise a hand to whatever you can see..."

My imagination was now turning cartwheels, "And I didn't say that I would obey you even if you had!"

Debbie rolled her eyes in desire – yes, that is possible I now know – and took my hand, "Leave the coffee. We have raincoats to pick out!"

Within ten minutes we were ready to leave. Debbie was wearing a lightweight jacket that stretched down to mid-thigh but was light enough to float wide around her legs and had just four buttons up its entire length, the top one just about level with her nipples. It was made of a shiny grey leather-like material festooned with pockets and had a high, wide collar. My own was a tad shorter but slightly tighter, hugging my slender figure and, Debbie assured me, a garment that she hadn't worn for almost ten years. This one had just three buttons, the topmost one slightly lower than my bust line, the bottom not far lower than my groin, the material a pale blue that was equally as shiny as Debbie's current garment. 

We stared at our reflections in her mirrored wardrobe with a mixture of shock, desire and naughtiness. We were both perfectly respectably covered from that angle but the slightest bend or twist threatened to show off far more flesh than was deemed normal– or even polite – by most people. And on the bus, particularly the actual mounting of its stairs, we were going to be doing a lot of twisting and bending. 

Debbie finally turned to me, "Sure you dare do this?"

"Chickening out?"

Her eyes flashed wide, "No way!" She stepped closer to me and bent slightly, straightening with her hands on the outside of my thighs, lifting the hem of my raincoat, "Dallas, my fallen angel, I am more than ready to view you just like this right out there in the middle of town."

I shivered but didn't otherwise flinch, "Then, my equally fallen angel, you had better get your car keys and get driving us to whatever awaits."

"They're already in my pocket. Check if you don't believe me." 

My hands dropped eagerly to where Debbie's raincoat sported deep pockets that hung very low and quite far forward. The keys were in her right-hand one so I plucked them free, my right hand caressing her belly through the other pocket.

"Dallas," she breathed, heavily, "I think you'd better hand me the keys before I explode."

I gave another probing caress before kissing her nose and slipping the keys into her hand, "No bangs until later. Let's do it."

The Ford-whatever had been left with the top up this time and the seats were mercifully cool despite another day of unseasonably (British weather-wise) sunlight. Which was just as well given that both mine and Debbie's little raincoats rode up to almost our hips when we sat down.

"I really like the way you trim down there," I told her as she fiddled with her seatbelt.

She paused and made a big show of looking down at my groin, "You trim rather beautifully yourself. Very tastefully, in fact."

"Eyes have a good idea but tongues are the real tellers."

"Oh you have that right, Dallas." She paused, "Just listen to us, huh? Talking about pussy tonsure and how much we want to be licking and kissing!"

She was right – this was all so very new. But that didn't stop me giggling and opening my legs a little wider, "And I sure never expected to be saying 'all yours' to another woman."

Debbie groaned delightfully and delightedly, "That explosion I warned about just got closer still."

"That's something I'm really looking forward to. You sure about this little trip?"

She leaned over and kissed me, "More than ever. Shall we go?"

I looked down first at my exposed pussy and then at Debbie's. "I can't believe I'm daring to do this, but yeah, let's go!"

Debbie drove as quickly and as smoothly as she had the day before, even though her face wore an almost feverish expression throughout the trip into the town. We parked in a mercifully nearly empty area not far from where the sightseeing bus started its journey and bought tickets from a convenient machine, both of us giggling like schoolgirls and constantly pulling our raincoats down as far as they would go to maintain at least a little decency and dignity before the trip started.

The bus soon appeared and pulled up at its stop, just three tourists disembarking from the vehicle.

"Ready then, Dallas?"

I eyed the double-decker with a mixture of 'I can't believe we're going to really do this' nervousness and 'I want to do this with Debbie' anticipation. "Ready as I'll ever be."

"This," she said, leading me by the hand, "has got to be the craziest thing ever."

"Craziest yet, you mean."

Debbie stopped and faced me, her cheeks flaring as brightly as my own, "Yeah, I reckon you're right. Dallas, you're bringing out the naughtiest in me – and I love you almost as much for that as I do for you being you!"

We hugged then, right there on the street, and I didn't care one little jot or iota who might see us. I think I can say pretty surely that I even wanted to be seen kissing Debbie. I know I couldn't help myself in any case.

The last few strides to the bus were the toughest I'd ever taken up to that point, but with Debbie's hand gripping mine in a vice-like clasp, we made it and somehow stepped through its doors while the driver was consulting his timetable – and thereby missing the fact that we both must have flashed a daring amount of flesh to mount the entryway. He didn't even look up when he told us to put our ticket in the machine near the stairs to the top deck and to choose where we wanted to sit.

Giggling again, Debbie quickly pushed the ticket home and looked up at the steep stairway.

"Will you go first or shall I?"

"You," I said very quietly, "and I will be right behind you!"

She rolled her eyes and bit her lower lip before taking a deep breath. "Just make sure I don't fall!"

I let her take two steps up in front of me then followed, my eyes locked on the firm mounds of her fully exposed butt and the dark, clearly wet, pussy that lay between them. I just couldn't help myself but lift my hands to those cheeks and took their weight, "I've got you," I managed, as we slowly mounted the remaining steps, oblivious to anyone who might have got on behind me.

"You sure have," she said. Then whispered, "You sure have got me so wet."

As she stepped onto the upper deck I just couldn't help but let one hand ease between her thighs, "You really are," I managed, my own juices starting to flow as my fingers found her heat, "and I love it."

Wary of a driver's mirror I let my hands drop as I joined Debbie on the top level, "Where do we sit?"

She surveyed the layout then nodded to the seats on our left as we faced front, "If we go to the back on that side he'll never see us properly. Not that I really give a flying fuck just now. Plus we can monitor the stairs in case anyone else gets on."

"I know just how you feel," I said, "And I'm not just talking about your gorgeous pussy!"

There were more giggles from both of us as we scurried to the back of the bus and pretty much fell into the seats.

Debbie's hands were at my thighs immediately and her fingers found my wetness at once, "I have a feeling," she said, "that this is going to be the wildest tourist trip ever."

"And the wettest."

She slipped lower in her seat, "If no one else gets on and comes up here I'm going to undo your buttons!"

My eyes widened, "This thing probably goes past lots of tall office buildings!"

"So? I don't care who catches a brief glimpse of the most beautiful girl I've ever known."

I was close to out-of-control with lust by then. Okay, beyond it. "One condition."

"Anything at all."

"No coat for you!"

It was Debbie's eyes that widened then, "You mean get naked?"

"I do," I managed.

"That's way wilder and naughtier than I had in mind," she paused, "but if that's what it takes, then yeah."

We were almost nose-to-nose by then and the kiss that followed was hungry, acknowledging that we belonged to each other, wanted and needed each other. I broke it after a few seconds to ask when the trip was due to start.

"Any second," Debbie panted just as the vehicle's engine rumbled into life.

We stared at each other, open-mouthed, our eyes then darting to the empty stairs.

"Get it off," I giggled as the bus started to inch forward.

Debbie's fingers were a shivering blur as first she shrugged out of her coat and then unbuttoned mine, spreading it wide, exposing so much flesh to the dazzling sun. Her head dropped to my left breast before I could even react, and her mouth found my erect nipple in an instant. I reached under her and cupped her naked breasts, her own nipples rigid against my palms. One of her hands slid up my thighs and my legs scissored open, welcoming her fingers as they penetrated me, my hips bucking already.

Her mouth left my nipple and her head moved rapidly lower, her lips trailing kisses down my heaving belly. This was beyond wild but I was beyond caring. I spread as wide as I could as the tip of her tongue pressed hard against my already firm and sensitive clit. My hands were now tangled in the long waves of her hair and I lifted my butt from the seat as her own hands slid underneath it, squeezing hard as her mouth nipped and licked at my wetness.

From the corners of my uncaring eyes I could see the glass and concrete of the first office buildings and I just held Debbie tighter to my sizzling pussy. She glanced up once herself, pausing only to tell me that she loved me before plunging her tongue deep into my inner folds, her nose now rubbing at my hard clit, one hand sliding from under me to search out and pull on a rigid nipple.




A Discovery Ch. 06



I was almost naked, exposed to heaven knew who might be looking from their office windows and I knew it was far naughtier and more daring than I had ever intended. But I didn't care. I really didn't care at all. No one and nothing could have stopped me then.

The orgasm struck me like a hammer-blow. The sweetest hammer of all time. I howled my joy.

I didn't care who might have heard or who might be watching as I climaxed two, three and then a fourth time. This was my Debbie making me cum like a mad thing. My Debbie. That thought brought the fifth climax thundering through me.

I think I was as good as passed out for the next few seconds and only really came to when I felt Debbie's mouth rise to my nipples and then to my own lips.

I pushed her back against the seat and made to bring my mouth down to her heat and wetness but she stilled me.

"Dallas? Save it for later," she gave a laugh, "When you came like a steam train I confess I had the biggest hands-free orgasm of my life!"

I was surprised but delighted, and gently shocked that we were sitting there so exposed, so happy, "I'm glad," I said, "but that doesn't mean that 'later' will be much later."

Debbie was smiling and admiring the view I was giving her and anyone who was looking out of the tall offices we were passing, "Stay like that until we get back to the end of the trip, will you?"

I looked down at my nakedness and gave a gentle laugh, "So long as you do!"

She shrugged, "No one will see anything much for more than a second or two, so yeah, why not?"

"You're a bad girl. A lovely bad girl." I shrugged my own raincoat down my arms and sat back, stifling giggles and stifling a sensation that was as wonderful as it was alien to me.

"Can you believe we're doing this?"

"Nope."

Debbie settled back tightly beside me, "Me neither, but you know what I said earlier? About being so proud to be your girl, the way you look and the way you act with me?"

I nodded, "Yeah, that was really cute."

"Well it's all true. I don't care who sees you. Or me come to that."

"Just so long as we keep rolling past fast enough." The feel of the breeze across my naked body and the memory of the rocket-fuelled climaxes just a few minutes earlier, were making me feel more wild and daring than I had ever felt before. And they were making me adore Debbie even more.

"Yeah, just so long as we keep rolling." She paused and laughed, "This has just got to be my wildest outdoor game ever. Do you think anyone really has seen us?"

I looked from side to side at the tall buildings, vague figures of the occupants gliding past from time to time, "I don't really think so but–" 

A shrill whistle came from the left and our heads swivelled to see a young man virtually hanging out of a fourth floor window. He waved frantically as we rumbled past.

Debbie giggled madly, "Oh fucking hell!" 

She waved back, laughing, and I joined her, shocked but feeling so very wild.

The bus turned the next corner and I pretty much collapsed against Debbie's shoulder, "He must have seen everything!"

Debbie nodded, "Our tits and pussies! Is it so bad to feel so delightfully naughty?"

"Bad but good, I guess."

"I loved that! I'm so proud of you. Not that I think I'll be taking this trip again too soon!"

I laughed, "You got that right, terror."

"I know it sounds like I've gone chicken, but I think I'm gonna put the coat back on until we get back to the stop."

"I think I'd better as well. My nerve is fading fast."

Once that was decided, the struggle back into the coats was a frantic affair punctuated by yet more giggles, our exposure – mine, certainly – suddenly feeling way too wild for comfort. The tussle with the coat, though, couldn't stop me feeling stupidly proud and totally happy that some stranger had seen me like that for a few seconds. And not just because it pleased Debbie so much.

In a silly way the ride on to the dropping off point felt even naughtier with just the raincoats to cover the flesh that we had been displaying earlier. By the time the bus stopped and we made our very careful way down the steps when we were sure no one would be looking up them, we were both more than happy to get back to the relative safety of the Ford. There was more laughter than conversation on the rapid drive back to Debbie's parents' house and it wasn't until we were safely back behind the closed front door before we dared so much as loosen a button.

Within seconds though, we were once again naked – comfortably so – and as if we were reading each other's minds our thoughts and words turned towards the evening.

"You know," Debbie said, "I'm still feeling as if the naughtiness has a long way to run yet."

I nodded, my shock at my own feelings finally starting to fade, "I agree. What do you have in mind next?"

"How about a flirty night at the Copa Cabana?"

The nightclub was a popular spot for the younger generation who wanted cheap drinks in a cheap atmosphere and I could immediately feel the appeal, "Yeah, that's not a bad idea. Plenty of chances to show you off."

"And vice versa. I could even lend you another little dress if you want?"

"You mean just a little dress, don't you?"

"Oh yes," she grinned "Just a short little dress,"

"You're a terror, you know that?" My heart rate was already rising.

"I bet you'll raise a lot more than just smiles at the Copa."

"And you reckon that's a good thing?" I could feel my nipples hardening.

Debbie put her hands on my bare shoulders, "I love the idea – as long as you do?"

I nodded, "One condition, though."

"I very much doubt I could refuse you anything."

"I want," I said, "every one we can get to look at us to see that we are very much together."

"You're not the only one to want that. That's not so much a condition as a pleasure. Do I get a condition as well?"

"Fair's fair," I said.

"Well, I want you to make sure that at least a couple of guys get really jealous of me and you."

"That should be easy enough," I said, my pulse starting to throb.

We dashed up to her room and the throbbing got a whole lot more intense when I saw the tiny dress Debbie picked out for me. 

"Well, Dallas, do you still fancy the Copa?"

"Just so long as they don't have a wind machine in there now." One gentle gust and I knew that the tiny garment would be showing off a lot more than just my legs. "Actually, for you, maybe I wouldn't care."

She kissed me deeply, "I'm not sure I could love you any more than I do."

"Prove it over there," I nodded to her bed.

"I thought you'd never ask. Bed then some food then the club, yeah?

"Yes please," I said.



A Discovery Ch. 07



We were far longer in bed - and then in the bathroom - than we had planned but we didn't rush supper. The Copa club was going to be open well into the small hours of the morning and given the tiny nature of our dresses, neither of us thought that we would be there for very long in any case.

It was - mercifully - fully dark by the time a cab arrived to take us to our slightly seedy destination and we slid into the rear seat as discretely as we could, just two dresses, two small clutch bags and two pairs of heels being all that stood between us and quivering bare skin. The driver seemed not to notice how little we wore and it was just as well his rear-view mirror wasn't able to focus on our laps where the hems of our dresses barely covered two already slightly damp areas.

Debbie paid the fare when the cab arrived outside the club and we slid out as carefully as we'd slid into the vehicle. As the car sped away I dragged her to the closed, darkened shop beside the Copa and we prevaricated over entry to the venue by checking our hair and make-up in our reflections in the windows of the store.

"Ready?" I asked at last.

I was expecting a wide-eyed grin and some frantic, nervous nodding, but Debbie instead looked almost downcast. She took my hands in hers, "I am," she said, "but only if you really are."

"I am-" 

"Dallas, please," she cut in, "I really don't want you to do anything just because you only want to please me. I know it's all been fun so far but I couldn't bear the thought that you might be uncomfortable just so you... well, impress me, or you're trying to do things that you think I want even if you don't." I went to interrupt but she shushed me and carried on, "Dallas, I want you to have every bit of fun you have ever dreamed of, but I would hate myself - really, really hate myself - if I ever thought for a second that I was somehow pushing you into things that were not what you wanted, or made your feel cheap or dirty or-"

This time I managed to still her words, "Debbie! Stop fretting. Sure I'm stepping into areas I'd never have dreamed of visiting before I met you but I'm loving it all. Have you any idea of how proud I felt to be seen on that bus earlier? How proud I was to be by your side or how proud I am now, ready to play some new naughty games with you?" I gripped her hands tighter, "But I feel the same as you, okay? Are you sure you're not doing these things just to please me or tease me?"

Finally the smile appeared and she drew me into a tight hug, "No way. I'm just loving sharing all these silly, naughty games with you. And hey, when it comes to pride, that's my baby. Two days ago I thought I was a moderately happy straight chick with a moderately fun life, but I had no idea what happy and fun were all about, did I? I swear, Dallas, you've made me the happiest I've ever been."

I kissed her once, softly, "I want that for you. And if I ever say that I'm only doing something because it pleases you then just know right now, I mean that if it pleases you it pleases me. If you asked me to go in there and strip off this little dress because it would make you happy, then I'd do it simply because I know how wonderful it would make me feel seeing you so happy."

She pulled back and raised an eyebrow, "Actually, now you come to say that..."

I was about to ask - nervously - whether she was really thinking about that when she burst out laughing. I stared, open-mouthed, my own laughter bubbling up "You terror!"

"I'm getting the impression that's just what I am. But does that mean you don't love me anymore?"

"Oh you are impossible!" I giggled, "Impossible for me not to love!"

A flash of seriousness crossed her smiling features, "This is the best feeling ever."

"Yeah," I said, "The very best ever. Now, like I was saying, are you ready to go in?"

"I am now... and thanks."

"Thanks?"

"Yeah, thanks, Dallas. I feel as if I just needed to be sure that everything was what I hoped it was."

I laughed, "I think I understand that. For the third time, then, ready?"

Debbie let me go and turned towards the club's doors and the two bouncers who were huddled together sharing a cigarette, "Suddenly I'm more ready than ever."

I took her hand in mine and began to march towards the doors, my nerves beginning to jangle as I felt the night-time breeze fluttering under my tiny dress, felt the reality of what we were about to do beginning to hit home. And I wanted it all so very much now.

The bouncers barely registered our presence as we asked to be let inside, although an appreciative whistle did follow us through the doorway. Inside, the Copa was just as murky as I remembered it but that was a comfort given how short my dress had begun to feel now that there were so many eyes about. 

We went straight up to the bar and I smiled at the closest bartender, one of three that I could see. I asked for two vodka tonics and we were served with the broadest of smiles, a perfect start to our night inside the shadowy club. Debbie looped her arm through mine and we retreated into the darkness to set our drinks on a tall table near the dance-floor. Sitting down, especially on the tall stools that were dotted around the area, was a no-go in the tiny dresses so we stood together and waited tremulously for the first advances.

"I bet the first guy over here asks you for a dance, Dallas," Debbie said, sipping at her drink.

"No way. You look way too stunning for me to stand a chance." I genuinely thought that was true and genuinely loved the idea. After all, she was mine when all was said and done.

Debbie shook her head and then pointed to the far side of the room where a guy was being shoved towards us by his friends, "I think we might find out in a minute."

"That was quick. Whichever one of us it turns out to be, are you sure you're okay with this?"

She snorted a laugh, "You're not going to start all that again are you?"

"Me? I thought it was you who started it!"

"Well maybe," she said, "But at least we're agreed how it will all end."

"True. In bed."

"One hundred percent accurate," Debbie agreed, "Now give me a kiss before that guy gets here - I remember your condition really well."

I hugged her and we kissed just as I'd wanted - just as I now wanted more than ever.

The embrace was interrupted by the young guy who coughed politely - remarkably politely for that place, I thought - and asked, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything?"

Debbie found her voice first as we stepped apart, "Of course not. What's up?"

The guy was far more nervous than he was cute but he was no elephant man. In any case, it seemed like our night of naughty fun was about to start. His stuttered question confirmed it.

"I was just, er, w-w-wondering if you w-w-would like a spin on the dance-floor?"

When Debbie realised the question was aimed at her the look of genuine surprise that came over her face was priceless - and made me feel so good, so great. When she turned towards me with a questioning, disbelieving look on her face I just had to burst out laughing, "Go on my wonderful terror!"

Debbie shrugged, amazingly - and very cutely - blushing, "Well if you really think so?"

I squeezed her shoulder and whispered, "Just remember what we're here for - and that I adore you."

She patted my hand, grinning through her blush, "Okay. Let's see if I can raise more than a smile from him, yeah?"

"Oh yeah," I said as she spun around from me and headed for the dance floor with the young guy in tow, trying to keep his tongue in mouth.

And so it began. 

Two hours later, a little after midnight, we were keeping score - the number of erections we had caused - and were level pegging (so to speak) at nine each. To that point we had done no more than gently bop away to pretty mediocre, middle of the road, poppy tracks. Our skirts had stayed close to our legs with no overt displays of the lack of anything underneath - not that the dim ambient lights in the place would have shown off too much anyway - and none of the young guys had tried to check either of us out in any physical ways. I very much doubt that even a crack CSI squad would have been able to find a fingerprint.

"So," Debbie suggested as we stood waiting for the inevitable next - but potentially very boring -dance offer, "what do you say to first to ten?"

"Given how dull it's been I'm tempted to say yes, but that would just mean the next person who gets asked would win. It's not as if we're really needing to do much is it?"

"True, I guess. I'm starting to feel almost like I'm dressed properly!"

"Well if it's any consolation," I told her, "I think you're dressed perfectly improperly. Overdressed even."

Debbie giggled - the vodka was starting to affect her that night - and leaned close, "How about first to thirteen then?"

I shrugged and nodded, "I don't feel we could be any naughtier and to be absolutely honest, I'm suddenly not that bothered about turning anyone on but you."

"That's lovely and I know just how you feel," she giggled, "In more ways than one. To be honest myself I don't mind calling the game a draw and getting home to bed with you."

I was about to agree when two young guys made their presence known with patently faked coughs. I looked at Debbie and mouthed 'first to thirteen after all?' When she bit her lip in that gorgeous way she has I nodded and we turned to the fidgeting guys. "Yes?"

"We was just wondering-" one began.

"Were. We were just wondering," the other interrupted.

"Oh right, yeah, we were just wondering if you two birds wanted-"

"You two young ladies."

"Oh shut up Chris. But yeah, like, we were wondering if you two young ladies fancied a dance, yeah?"

Debbie was giggling like a woman their age but still had enough to control to answer for us both, "Yes please!"

And so we found ourselves choking back laughs as we followed the two guys - English speaker and Essex boy - out to the dance floor. We mouthed 'ten-all' at each other and then paused just as the music switched from something vaguely upbeat to a real smoochy, slow number. 

"Eleven-all?" Debbie giggled.

"Might be twelve!"

Before our giggles could turn into full-blown hysterics, the partially literate pair pulled us into what they clearly believed were sensuous dance clinches and started to shuffle in circles. 

I could feel immediately that my erection score had risen to ten and one glance at Debbie and her guy made it clear that we were still even. The track played by the unseen DJ was mercifully short and Debbie and I were scuttling back - alone - to our drinks without anything more than slightly bruised bellies.

We couldn't help but laugh, propping each other up, more like schoolgirls than the young adults we really were. 

"Nine-and-a-half each?" Debbie suggested.

The laughter turned into full-blown giggles. Hysterics might have followed, but a couple more hopeful young guys appeared at our shoulders with another dance offer. I shrugged a 'why not?' at Debbie and we followed the guys out onto the dance-floor where another slow track was echoing around, our laughter barely in check, our spirits shockingly high.

Just three days before I might have actually been rather interested in the guy who spun me into a close embrace as we started to gyrate. He was about my age, fit in both the athletic and the aesthetic senses, a good few centimetres taller than me and had waves of long dark hair that were not the current fashion but which appealed to the old, straight part of me that wasn't entirely dead yet. His moves, though, were not exactly what I would have welcomed under those old, normal circumstances. Before even a few seconds had passed, and without even letting me know his name, his hands were low on my hips and he was looking down at the front of my dress which even in the relative darkness of the club was offering a pretty revealing view of my admittedly small chest.

"I don't often see such cute babes in this place," he told me.

I tried not to hit him and storm off, determined to not spoil any chance of victory in my silly bet with Debbie, "That's, er, very... nice, thank you." Just to my right-hand side, Debbie seemed to be having a similar conversation.

"I know," the already far too presumptuous male went on, "Enough with the chat when there's such smooth tunes to dance to, right?"

"Er, right."

With that the guy pulled me even closer, leaving me in no doubt that I had scored another point already. Unlike many of the guys I'd already danced with he made no attempt to hide the fact that he was sporting a very obvious erection even that quickly. If anything he was determined, it seemed, to let me know it was there. Or rather, that it was happily pressing against my belly. Earlier that night it would have been enough to have me turning away, safe in the knowledge of another point scored but eager to get back to the safety of the drinks and, hopefully very soon, Debbie. My girlfriend, though, was showing no indication that she was ready to break away from her own dance partner just yet and besides, the guy I was now with was apparently determined to keep me out there a little longer.

As we spun slowly around again I felt his hands slide a little lower and a little further around my hips. "Hey," I said into his ear, "I think that's far enough." 

"With such a cute ass I don't agree," the guy replied easily, "I've been watching you for half an hour and I just had to find out whether you were as fit as you looked!"

Before I could stop him, the hands slipped lower and then rose underneath the back of the little dress, cupping my bare butt cheeks, openly fondling.

Just as he was saying something about 'hey, cute, a thong' (he didn't know his fingers were just centimetres away from a totally unclad pussy) I pulled back and swung a flat hand hard against the side of his face.

"Fuck you, speedy!"

I made to reach for Debbie only to find she was already pulling free from her own guy, her own hand swinging at his unprotected and unexpecting face. I paused for a moment, taking the time to push my own guy's renewed advances back a step or two, and then grabbed my girlfriend's arm. We marched back to our drinks, both of us casting quick glances behind us to make sure the over-eager former dance partners had got the stinging messages. When it was clear that the guys were hovering together but not following, we stopped by our tall table and faced each other.

"Definitely but definitely eleven each," I said. "Or do I get two points because he thought I was wearing a thong?"

"If you do then I do as well," Debbie shook her head. "If only they knew the truth, huh."

I laughed and closed the distance between us, "Actually, I'm rather glad my guy didn't find out." I kissed her lightly, "And yours, come to that."

She returned the kiss, "Yeah. Me too now you mention it."

We kissed again and drew each other close, even closer than the guys' clinches had been. I felt Debbie's tongue flicker across my lips and I opened my mouth, seeking out her own tongue with mine. One of her hands now rested in the middle of my back, the other settling over the material of the dress where the guy's hand had been just a few moments before. My own hands copied the positions eagerly and our hip bones met, our bellies grinding softly together. Our breasts pressed together and even through two layers of dress I could feel her nipples harden against me. The kiss became more eager, our mouths now locked, and I copied my erstwhile dance-partner's move with my hand, breathing hard into Debbie's mouth as I found her bare cheek. Her own hand found my own naked butt as I felt her moan into my mouth and our bodies pressed even more tightly together. 

This was no longer any form of proof of our love and lust for each other, no show to tell the over-zealous guys that they had never stood a chance anyway. This was a show of what we had become, and what we so desperately wanted.

Right there in the dingy Copa, Debbie's hand slipped around from my bare ass, her lower body creating enough space between us for her to raise the hem of our dresses just enough at our fronts to let bare lower bellies contact each other, before slipping back to my rear.

The kiss, already so deep and passionate, became more urgent still as I felt the mutual heat of our pussies pressed together. Her hand which had been holding my back, helping to press our upper bodies close slipped higher, into my hair, just as my own did the same to her, the long waves cascading over my wrist and arm.

"Hey! You two cut that the fuck out!"

We started apart as the growling voice yelled at us from somewhere near the bar. Our eyes, though, remained locked even as they widened with the realisation of just how passionate our embrace had become - right there in public.

Debbie started to snort laughter, "Time to leave?"

I nodded, "Somehow I think we might have over-stayed our welcome."

We downed the last of our drinks as quickly as we could and grabbed our little clutch bags. Debbie paused only to spin round to face the bar and the apparently interested, predominantly male, audience. She gave an expansive wave, blew them all a kiss and then turned and dashed with me to the doors.

Outside we all but collapsed laughing but were vaguely awake and aware enough to know that lingering too long outside the club might not prove to be a great idea given that the place now contained at least a dozen overly interested young men. We linked arms and trotted down the street, heading towards a taxi rank Debbie spotted in the distance.

Our fits of giggles didn't quieten much even when the one cab there sped away before we could get close enough to hail it, and we sat ourselves on the narrow plastic wedges that had been pinned to the rank's metal-and-fake glass frame.

"All in all," Debbie said, "I reckon we ended up about twenty each there."

"A happy draw then," I agreed.

She stood up, tapping my arm, looping a silky scarf around it which must have been tangled up with her bag. She waved it at me, "It's stretching the rules a bit, I know, but I bet I can still win."

"We're not going back in there!"

"We don't have to," she laughed, "Watch this!"

To my disbelieving giggles, she strode to the edge of the path and pulled her dress up to almost the tops of her thighs, cocking one hip in a look that meant only one thing - look! When a car with a lit taxi sign on its roof appeared at the turn not twenty metres away I was sure that Debbie would let the dress slip back down, but my disbelieving giggles turned to gales of shocked laughter when she maintained her pose until the cab screeched, unsteadily to a halt at the curb.

I hurried over to her as she dived into the back seat and clambered in beside her as she ever-so sweetly gave the driver the address of the lane we were currently living on.

As he pulled away she turned to me and cocked a cheeky eyebrow, "Reckon I win now?"

"I'm not going to check it out from back here, but I guess you just might have done. Terror!"

She settled back in her seat, beaming from ear-to-ear, "Some of us just have it."

"Yeah, and some of you make sure everyone else knows you have it too!"

For the twentieth time that night we dissolved into fits of laughs and giggles. We were still snorting and chuckling when the driver pulled up at the end of our lane and I paid him for the most amusing ride of my life. Using the back doors as privacy screens, we slid out of the car and stood as demurely as our little dresses allowed until the vehicle pulled - a little reluctantly it seemed - back onto the main road.

"I need a nightcap and then you, as soon as possible," Debbie told me, "Always assuming you are coming back to mine again tonight?"

"Oh yes and for oh-so many reasons," I said, and we linked arms once more before trotting the hundred metres back to her parents' place.




A Discovery Ch. 07



Once inside we closed the front door with a surprising amount of relief, our latest adventure suddenly seeming all the more daring. 

"That was hotter than I expected," she sighed happily.

I turned to Debbie, "You've got that right. And you, miss, were a true terror out there on the taxi rank!"

"I told you I'd win," she laughed.

"Aren't you worried he'll recognise you?"

"For a start I don't live here full time anymore and in any case, I don't think he looked at my face more than once!"

My mouth dropped open before I squealed another giggle, "You utter, utter..."

"Terror?"

As Debbie turned to start preparing our coffee nightcap I looked down at the back of the little dress she was wearing. When she reached up to grab some clean mugs, the lower hem rose enchantingly until I could see the lower curves of her pert butt. "Yeah a terror," I muttered as an idea rose in my slightly fevered brain.

The second she set the mugs on the counter I reached forward and lifted the hem of her dress. My right hand swept forward in a firm arc. "An absolute naughty terror!" 

It was Debbie's turn to squeal - this time in surprise - as my hand landed squarely across her naked butt, "Ow!"

Before she could twist away I landed a second slap, "I think you were cheating out on the street there!" 

As she cried out again, a moan of what could only be pleasure escaping her straight afterwards, my brain started to fizz with a whole new sensation. From somewhere in its depths it was reminding me that Debbie had more or less asked for a spanking and now I had a perfect excuse. And now I found myself wanting to deliver it. I brought my hand down for a stinging third time.

There was a shocked level of genuine pain in Debbie's voice now, but the moans were still there as well, "Dallas! I wasn't... wasn't that naughty!"

I pushed her before me through the archway between the kitchen and the living room, straight towards one of two armchairs that were sitting next to each other either side of a tall, ornate standard lamp, "Well I think you were," I said, pushing her forward over the arm of the first chair. As she landed on her belly, the dress rode up to present a target that was impossible to ignore. Or miss. I delivered another loud slap, my hand stinging in a way that brought heat to the skin there - and to the soft folds of skin between my thighs.

"Dallas! Look I'm sorry, okay? You win the bet!"

"Oh, and now my naughty Debbie is cheating in another way, is she?" I slapped her butt again, the heat in my groin becoming moist as she started to moan.

"Enough! Please Dallas?"

As she began to wriggle upright I pushed her down again and then saw the scarf she'd looped around one wrist, offering me a chance that sent shivers through my belly. Her hands were pushing back against the opposite arm as she tried to right herself and I just couldn't help myself. Pressing her belly down against the chair I reached forward, grabbed the scarf and passed the loose end around the standard lamp that stood between the two chairs. Before she had a chance to wriggle free, I'd looped the material over her other wrist and three years of boring girl guide attendance paid off in less than three seconds as I loosely knotted the scarf, trapping Debbie's arms with the tall lamp between them and freedom. Panting heavily from a mixture of sudden exertion and even more sudden passion, I stood and ever-so-slowly pulled Debbie's skirt up until her butt was fully, gorgeously exposed.

"Dallas? Dallas, please?"

Her voice was holding more notes of desperation - but also becoming deeper and more urgent as I had noticed it before, I then realised, whenever she became highly aroused.

I stroked the reddening flesh presented to me, "Yes my naughty, naughty Debbie?" I gave her rump a gentle swat, "What is it you're trying to tell me now?"

"Let me go! Please? I'll do anything for you!"

I swatted her again, a little firmer, "I bet you would, you naughty girl."

"Really! Anything at all you want! You can... you can order a pizza! Yeah? I'll answer the door totally naked!"

This time I slapped hard and through her wail and moan I said, "I bet you would, naughty girl. I bet you'd really like that!" I wasn't too sure about Debbie, but it gave me pause for thought - I was beginning to think I would like it.

"Dallas! Please don't spank me anymore!"

Deep down I could hear the edge of pretence in her voice and I could more clearly hear the rising arousal there. I felt no guilt in stroking my now-aching pussy right behind her, out of her sight, "Why on earth should I stop now? Now when I can see that perfectly formed and oh-so naughty butt just crying out to be spanked again!" My free hand slapped down, harder than ever.

"Oh fuck, Dallas! You have to stop! You mustn't smack my naked bum, you mustn't spread my naughty legs wide!"

Of course, I dropped to my knees and used both hands to move her ankles as far apart as possible, ignoring the token resistance. It brought my face to within a few centimetres of her naked butt - and her naked pussy which I could feel the heat flowing off - I leaned forward and bit softly at one cheek. I stood and slapped her again, "Bad, bad, naughty Debbie," I managed, "I will smack you as much as I want to!"

"You're mean!"

"And you, Debbie," smack, "are such a naughty," smack, "girl. Such a fucking gorgeous, naughty terror!" SMACK.

Debbie wailed and began to moan louder, "You hit my pussy that time!"

It was true. It hadn't been my intention but now my fingers were soaked with her wetness and I shivered deep inside. I'd never done more than even tap at my own groin but now... now everything had changed.

"This bad pussy?" I slapped between her thighs, my fingers shaking and lingering there, "This bad, bad, naughty pussy that you almost showed off to that taxi driver?" I pulled my hand back and smacked again, "This hot, wet pussy that guys in the club must have seen?"

"Yes! But it's yours all yours!"

"I know," I managed, dropping to my knees again.

Debbie was quivering so much, grinding herself tight to the arm of the chair, that I thought for a moment that my desire was going to be hard to satisfy. But I just needed it too badly to be denied. I grabbed hold of each butt cheek and pressed down, stilling her, then leaned in, between her thighs. As my mouth met her pussy, she blossomed and my tongue slid hungrily inside her, juices already cascading over my lips.

"Oh fuck Dallas! Oh my god, YES!"

Her climax was massive and immediate, and it took all my strength to hold her flowing pussy to my eager mouth as I sucked and drank down her juices.

A second wave struck her and knocked me back for a moment but I slapped at her butt and buried my head back between her legs as she bucked and wailed.

"Dallas! Oh you fucking bitch. You beautiful, wonderful, fucking incredible, fucking bitch! Oh my god yes, yes, yes, YES!"

For the sake of my tongue I was happy when Debbie's orgasm finally receded. Also for the sake of my own climax which was, by now, desperate for release. I scrambled up and to her side, pulling my dress over my head and throwing it behind me. Pushing her sideways on the chair, I knelt there, knees wide, oblivious to her tied hands, just determined to show her how wet she had made me and how hard I was going to climax for her. 

I was about to start rubbing furiously when her head snaked sideways and somehow she managed to reach my pussy with her lips, pushing me apart in an instant, sucking and nipping even as my own release started to pour forth. I howled. 

I found myself with my fingers tangled in her long waves once again, thrusting my desperate pussy at her eager mouth.

"B-b-bad Debbie," I managed, "So brilliantly bad!"

Her mouth just wouldn't stop sucking and licking and nipping at me and somehow she got rolled onto her back and I rode that eager mouth, letting everything go. 

With her hands knotted in the twisted scarf now behind and over her head, there was no way that I should have been able to say that she controlled me. But believe me, I could no more move from there than if I'd been cemented into place. I kept thinking of her spread-eagled in front of me with her dress round her waist, the taste of her pussy, the feel of her tongue now penetrating me, the knowledge that we belonged together in so many ways... so many thoughts, and every one of them seemed to induce another climax.

My throat was raw from howling when I finally slithered sideways off of the chair, but not so delicate that I couldn't lean back and kiss Debbie oh-so deeply.

"That," she said at last, "wasn't anything like my spanking fantasy. But only because I didn't dare fantasise about anything quite so brilliant."

"I had never fantasised that way," I said, "Stupid me, huh?"

"Put it down to the all-new experiences we're sharing. Now could you do me one favour?"

"After that, anything you desire."

"That's one 'anything' each then," Debbie laughed, "But I actually meant, could you untie me?"

"Oops, I clean forgot in all the excitement," I reached up and fumbled her wrist free on one side, "Now, where were we?"

"Well," Debbie said, dragging herself upright on shaky legs, "I think I was about to make some coffee. Still want it or have you drunk enough now?"

I laughed and lifted the hem of her now very rumpled dress. The view was anything but rumpled, "I must admit you do provide a lot of fluids." I had a moment of disbelief in what I was saying but it passed in a flash, "I think I'll skip the coffee but must insist that you even up the dressing." I looked down at my own nakedness to emphasise the point.

Debbie was, no pun intended, naked in a flash, her dress thrown way past my shoulder to where I now saw my own dress had ended up. I was still on my knees at that point and I just stared in wonder. The unreality of the situation had left me now and it was pure and simple pleasure for me. "I love you, you know?"

"I can tell," Debbie said, delicately massaging her bare butt, "And as crazy as this all is, I just can't deny I love you too, Dallas."

I rose then and took her into the gentlest of embraces, "Want me to rub some cream or something into your handprints?"

"Those are you handprints," she smiled, "But I've got the feeling that if you start that I might end up needing soothing elsewhere."

"That can be arranged," I said, "And I think bed might be a great place to start soothing things."

She took my hand and we headed towards the stairs, "You seem to have the best ideas ever. Any thoughts about tomorrow yet?"

"Just so long as I'm with you," I said, "Perhaps just a gentle stroll in the woods."

Debbie nodded, pulling the single sheet off her bed and rooting in her beside cabinet, "Sounds good to me. Maybe we can forget about clothes all day?" She handed me a bottle of baby oil.

"Yeah, why not? We have a day to plan revenge as well."

"We do," she said, settling face down on the bed, "But that can wait. Feel free to be generous with the oil. It's not made from real babies, you know?" 

I giggled, "Terror!"

"Just so long as I'm your terror," Debbie sighed.

I let the clear liquid dribble onto her lower back then began to gently massage it into her reddened flesh, my hands feeling oddly at home, in the most right place they could possibly be. I didn't even register how deep they were sliding between Debbie's thighs until she let out a moan of unadulterated pleasure.

"Oh, Dallas, I might not have had this much sex this fast ever, but do me a big favour will you?"

"Anything, of course."

"Just don't - oh wow- just don't stop!"

Believe me, I couldn't.



A Discovery Ch. 08



I awoke to the rare aroma of freshly brewed coffee and took a moment to make sure I wasn't dreaming - about the welcome beverage and the even more welcome knowledge that Debbie was real. My eyes opened to find her sitting up in the bed, smiling down at me.

"Coffee, sleepy?" she said.

I struggled to sit up and grinned my reply, both hands ready to accept the steaming mug before eagerly sipping at the pungent liquid.

"Looks like you need that," Debbie said, "You still need me as well?"

I nodded, "Yes and yes. Who else would make me coffee this early?"

"And you call me the terror!"

"Well you are. But a lovely one."

"Presumably that's not linked to the coffee?"

I put the mug on the bedside table and pulled Debbie down beside me. Propping myself up on one elbow I pecked her nose and smiled, "It's not linked to anything other than the fact that I've fallen madly, deeply and truly with a beautiful terror."

She beamed back at me, "I'll settle for that. No matter that you have managed to turn my entire life upside down in just a few days."

"Ditto, terror."

Debbie turned and picked up my coffee mug, handing it to me before cocking her head to one side and staring deep into my eyes. "Dallas," she said, slowly, "Do you realise just how much I love what's happened to me since I met you? It's like a missing piece has magically appeared - one that I never even realised was missing."

I sipped at the coffee, "I honestly feel that way as well. It's like the previous couple of decades were missing something without me ever knowing. And... well... I know we've only known each other for next to no time at all but... but I can't imagine things any other way now."

"You've no idea how happy I am to hear that."

I set the mug down again and pulled Debbie close, "I don't know what's happened and I don't care." I covered a sudden rush of nervousness with a strangled laugh, "Hell, Debbie, I know it sounds crazy, sounds stupid even, but you're all I've ever wanted. I just didn't fucking know it!"

Debbie's voice dropped to a whisper, "Understood. And now... now I just want you beside me," She pushed me onto my back, "and beneath me." She kissed me softly and deeply, "If I had the nerve I'd ask if we could just stay together now."

"If you had the nerve I'd say yes, then." I didn't let myself think, just let myself feel what was true and deep inside my heart.

"Are you sure that would really be a 'yes' if I managed to find that nerve?"

"This is getting very soppy," I managed, "but my 'yes' would still stand."

Debbie shuddered in my arms, "Pass the bucket then because I think I've just found my courage."

"Then accept my yes. Now just wonder what I might have said yes to if you'd made me a bacon sandwich to go with the coffee!"

She giggled delightedly and delightfully, "As if I'd dare handle spitting bacon fat dressed like this. Or rather, undressed like this."

It was my turn to laugh, relief for some reason coursing through me, "I'll go without the bacon butty as long as you promise to stay naked."

"That's a deal as long as you agree to as well."

I nodded, "I do. I think I'm becoming a nudist with you."

Debbie sat up, "You know, maybe we should try a nudist resort some time. I'd hate to be caught unawares around here, but I'm not sure I wouldn't mind being able to show off - and more to the point, show you off - at a place like that."

I was about to say 'no way' but a sudden image of a naked Debbie by my side receiving approving looks in a natural, naturist, environment stayed my protest. Even the thought of being naked myself and seen by strangers took on a strangely attractive light. And here was the funniest thing about that sudden feeling - it wasn't exactly a sexual reaction, maybe more a thing of pure proudness to be able to be with Debbie like that. "No promises," I shrugged, "but let me think about it and maybe we could try it sometime."

She paused and then giggled, "What's happening to us, huh? So many new and different feelings."

"Oh yes," I drew her back into my arms and kissed her softly, "and such lovely new feelings at that."

The kiss was returned and quickly become more passionate, more eager. Our hands caressed each other's naked flesh and most intimate areas, drawing sighs and moans of pleasure. I think I ended up drinking more of Debbie's delightful juices than I did my coffee. And my coffee never screams its pleasure... For the first time in my life another person's climax made me cum.

It was in the kitchen before we could even consider what was going to happen later that day.

"So," Debbie grinned, "no clothes all day?"

I shrugged, relaxed to the point of floppiness, "I guess, but it's going to make checking up on my parents' place a bit tricky."

"Your brother won't be back until tomorrow and the lane is pretty quiet."

"Pretty quiet, but I bet more than one car passes us if we walk that way to get there."

"So? We'll just have to dive for cover in the trees."

I looked into her bright blue eyes and shivered with delight, "You're naughty. Lovely but naughty. Somehow that feels a lot more daring than any nudist club."

"Very true, Dallas. I think it's already giving me all sorts of naughty ideas."

I stood up and placed my hands on her shoulders, "Okay then, let's do it."

Debbie giggled, "Perfect! I think we should spend as much time as possible being like that."

"Like that?"

"Nude, naked, free as a bird!"

"Free as a bird is right in your case. Lovely tits!"

She gave another giggle and breathed deeply, puffing out her small, perfect chest with its gorgeous big nipples, "Great tits, surely?"

"Oh yes," I kissed each of her constantly hard nipples in turn "I won't be asking you to tern away!"

"Going to be constantly goosing me are you?"

"You'd be a fool not to believe it. Gullible even!"

Debbie started to push me backwards into the living room and towards the sofa, "These puns are awful, you know? I think I'll have to distract you." She dropped to her knees and pushed me back onto the cushions, my legs scissoring open, "Perhaps you'll stop if I make you owl with pleasure!"

As her tongue slid up the inside of my thigh I just about managed to assure her I wasn't complaining - or even grousing - and just laid back.

I never fought against Debbie's attentions, but rather, opened myself up to her in a way I'd never done for anyone before. She licked and probed, nibbled and sucked, kissed and drank from me - and I let her bring me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed. She seemed to realise that I was beyond protesting, beyond the point where I thought I should return the pleasures right there and then - seemed to know that I knew that there would be a thousand opportunities for me to return the favours - and I could feel her own excitement grow.

She told me three times that she loved me, told me twice that she wanted me to explode with pleasure, and told me once, just as I started to climax, that she wanted me forever.

It made my orgasm soar into the heavens.

Afterwards I found myself cuddled up to Debbie on the rug in front of her parents' sofa. I had no recollection of sliding down there but was more than happy that somehow I had. "I could get used to this," I told her.

"Good," she said, "I want you to."

"Do you realise something?"

"After that, I'm not sure I realise anything."

I patted her rump, "Listen, terror, it's important."

"What is it then?"

"You might want to grab the bucket."

Debbie gave a trademark grin, "Why?"

"It's official."

"An official bucket?"

I patted her rump harder, "Stop that, terror."

She rubbed at her rump, "Surely you know I rather like that?"

"Shut up! Let me just say it!"

"The official, bucket-inducing thing?"

"Yes!" I gave a laugh of my own, "I haven't forgotten, you know?"

Debbie cocked her head to one side, "Forgotten what?"

"What you said just before I cum like a steam train"

"Oh," she said, "that."

"Yes, that. You sure you want me forever?"

Her smile slipped. "Yes. I can't explain it, but yes."

"Well," I said, not allowing myself to think, just feel, "The feeling's mutual. I guess were stuck with each other now."

Debbie's wide, blue-eyes improbably widened, "It just felt so right to say that then - still does - and now you mean it's okay by you?"

"More than."

She choked a laugh, "Fucking hell, Dallas - pardon my English - but... fucking hell."

"Quite," I nodded, "And making love hell."

"And that," Debbie nodded, "Definitely that as well." She stood up quickly, "I guess I have no idea what's supposed to happen next but at least I know it's going to be with you, and you know something, Dallas? We are going to be so fucking happy."

"And so happy fucking?"

"Bet on it. And now... now let's not get dressed and go and wander up to your parents' place!"

I offered her my hand to ease myself upright, pulling her close as I stood, "Fine by me."

I had no idea what was happening to me and I loved it. Suddenly my life was moving at a hundred miles an hour in directions that I'd never noticed on any compass before. And right beside me was Debbie with her wild hair, her big blue eyes, her small breasts with their large, dark nipples, her gloriously flat belly, her smile, her dry dark wit, and a heart that I wanted all to myself. 

So what if all of this was crazy and daring and wild? So what if we were discovering the naughtiest of delights, the most primitive of desires for each other? I felt more alive than ever before. More daring, as well, but just as scared.

"So how about we come up with a way of getting back at my brother tomorrow?"

Debbie laughed, "A part of me should be thanking him, but there's really no way that little perv is going to get away with what him and his mates did to you - and us."

I nodded, "They scared the crap out of me. I really could get into the nudist camp thing I reckon, but there's no way if that lot were there. Just the thought of them getting hard seeing me and you like this makes me want the bucket for totally different reasons!"

I received a delightful - and delighted - hug from Debbie, "Great answer. I reckon that tomorrow we should get him and whoever else is there with him outside just as naked as we were. Lure them away from the house somehow and see if we can get them caught. You mind the view if that happens?"

"I like the idea too much to object. And besides, it's not as if I haven't already seem him naked over the years, is it?"

Debbie laughed, "I'm lucky enough not to have brothers of any sort so I have no idea what's normal or not. But I promise you this, Dallas - after what they put us through the other day I am totally determined that they're going to pay for things, even if they get to see me like this!"

The thought of young male eyes on Debbie's naked form flipped some very unexpected switches deep within my belly, "I promise I'll be right with you all the way."

"Oh?" she giggled, "So suddenly it might be alright if Ben and his mates see your nude tits and pussy?"

I smacked her rump "Leave Ben out of the equation and I was thinking of your naked body anyway."

"Ooh," she rubbed at her rear, "You smack me like that in front of any of them and they might get to see more than my bare flesh!"

"Huh?"

"Dallas, angel, they might just get to see this suddenly very wet terror shift all the way into climax mode. I don't know what it is you've done to me, but you get me so turned on so easily!"

I had a sudden vision of the boys celebrating their nineteenth birthdays with images of my Debbie squealing her delight as my hand slapped at her bare butt and for a few seconds I confess I didn't mind that thought in the slightest, Ben or no Ben among them. I was still daydreaming when Debbie cracked open the front door.

"Dallas, angel, I think we're now in the perfect mood to walk up the lane, huh?"

My mind struggled back to the present and I peered outside with a mixture of horror and eagerness, "Haven't you checked to see if anyone's coming."

Sudden fingers at my groin made me gasp with pleasure. That made Debbie giggle, "Seems like you're close!"

I made no move to stop her but shook my smiling head, "You really are an absolute terror!"

She could have done anything to me right there in the open doorway - which I'm sure she knew - but she gave another trademark giggle and stepped outside, "Come on you, I want to see that lovely naked body walking up the lane."

"As long as it's next to yours," I said, "you are more than welcome."

Her parents' front path seemed so long that morning, and every step felt like another mile from safety, but the warm air on my nakedness and the sight of Debbie's nudity just beside me had my body crying out for more. We stopped at the front gate and ducked down behind the hedge as a car trundled slowly past, Debbie's eyes huge in the shadows, he smile threatening to reach both ears.

"I've got a new idea," she whispered as we waited for the vehicle to disappear, "I want to make you climax unseen as close as possible to a perfect stranger!"

"What if unseen turns to seen?"

Debbie shrugged, "Whoever it was would probably see me cumming as well in that case!"

"Terror!" I hissed, my stomach doing cartwheels as I realised it would probably happen.

"I prefer that loads and loads to 'no'!"

"True," I shivered, "But if I let you do it to me, then I get to do it to you. Deal?"

Debbie stood and pulled me to my feet, "Deal." She kissed me right there at the end of the garden path, then charged out of the gate and onto the lane, her laughter sounding desperately loud.

With butterflies the size of albatrosses flapping around in my stomach I walked out to the middle of the lane and took her hand, so desperately aware of our nakedness. When she nodded in the direction of my parents' place we set off at a gentle walking pace, my ears straining for every sound. I could feel the moisture of Debbie's sweat in her palm and the gentle trembling of her arm which let me know she was as nervous as I was and that had the weird effect of both calming me and yet making me even more nervous at the very same time. We had walked maybe five minutes before the unmistakable sound of an approaching engine had us scuttling into the trees that overshadowed the lane. We crouched down as low as we could and stared at each other, stifling laughter.

"You know," I whispered as the engine noise grew louder, "I was half expecting you to try to delay our retreat!"

"Not a chance," she snorted a laugh, "Even if I knew who was coming I just don't have the nerve."

"And this coming from the girl who suggested a nudist camp?"

"That," she said, "is entirely different. This would be so unexpected the driver might crash into the trees!"

"Oh, so it's for their benefit then?"

Debbie stood, a tree protecting her modesty from the lane, "A bit. But also because I know you'd be too chicken!"

My mind whirled and I stood up beside her. Just as I did so a car rushed past and I waved at the lane, almost completely sure no one would be looking into the trees but feeling desperately daring. "Oh yeah?"

Debbie's mouth dropped into an almost perfect 'o'. She grabbed my hand and headed back onto the lane, the car well out of sight, "And you call me the terror!"

"Well you are. Now come on before we really are caught!"

We set off again, giggling like girls half our age, ears still pricked for any distant sound.

This time we'd only been walking for half a minute when a metallic growl announced that a van or similar had turned on to the lane a good distance ahead of us. I wasn't overly surprised when Debbie took a few more steps, dragging me with her, but my lack of surprise turned to something near panic when she continued walking towards the rapidly approaching vehicle noise.

"Debbie!"

"I think we have a few more seconds yet."

The engine noise was approaching the bend in front of us. "Micro-seconds!" I began to drag at her hand, pulling her towards the trees.

She finally relented and we hurled ourselves over a grassy bank just a fraction before the noise ahead of us dropped the muting tones of the trees, and we crawled behind the nearest cover with hearts hammering.

"You... you..." I hissed.

"Terror?"

I saw a flash of white as a van rumbled past, my heart not slowing much as I realised that we had gotten away with our last second dive for safety, "Yes, terror! That was close!"

"Think of it as practice for tomorrow," Debbie said, her mouth curled up into a shaky grin.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She shrugged, "I reckon it'll take a lot to get your bro and his friends to risk coming after us naked, so maybe we'll have to come close to showing off for them."

It was my mouth's turn to form a shocked circle, "I'm not having any of them see me like this!"

"Well, I can't say I want that either, but we might need to get close to letting them see. So this is good practice, yeah?"

"It's naughty practice!"

"And the open-top bus wasn't?"

I shivered, "That was different. No one could catch us on there!"

"I don't reckon anyone driving by could catch us if we run for it. By the time anyone stopped we'd be miles away through the trees."

I felt tremors that were altogether too arousing, "We wouldn't even know who was driving!"

Debbie's right hand snaked down between my thighs, "All the more fun, and someone is soaking wet at the thought!"

I moaned, "Stop it!"

She laughed and pulled me to my feet, "This is lovely!"

Following her back to the lane I slapped at her rump, "This is crazy, more like!"

Debbie stopped in the middle of the road and rubbed at her butt, "Seems to me as if you like all this."

"That doesn't make it good!"

She turned and started marching towards my parents' house, "It does for me, and you'd better catch me up fast because if anyone else drives along here I might need someone to drag me to safety."

My heart refused to stop hammering, "You mean if I don't drag you off the lane you'd just keep walking even if someone was driving towards you?"

"Seems that way," she said.

"I might like the idea of you getting caught. Ever thought of that?"

She paused, turning to face back to me, "For you I might do it. Ever thought of that?"

I stifled a laugh as she bit at her lower lip and then our eyes lit up in unison as another engine noise, deep like the last one, indicated that another van had turned on to the lane ahead of me, behind Debbie.

I stood stock-still and watched as Debbie's big, blue eyes widened even further. She pointed at me with a shaky arm, "You serious?"

By way of an answer I just stepped sideways, ready to dive for cover myself but more obviously making no move to herd Debbie into the protection of the trees.

"Dallas! I really will just stand here!"

I shrugged, "You'll lose your nerve."

"I'm in your control now."

"You won't dare!" The engine noise was becoming louder.

"If you want me to, I will, I swear it."

My heart was pounding. This was the ultimate sacrifice of modesty that Debbie was offering me and I suddenly knew that she meant every word. I also knew that it was turning me on like crazy. "You are so beautiful," I whispered.

That was the moment when she realised I wasn't going to rescue her. She muttered something under her breath, then louder, to me, she gave a strangled laugh. "Just don't let anything bad happen, okay?"

I watched, open-mouthed, as she turned and walked to the side of the lane and just stood there. The approaching van could only have been a few metres from the bend ahead of us and I took the first step towards the grassy bank that would hide me.

Then I stopped. 

With every nerve ending screaming in a mixture of nervousness and arousal I sprinted to Debbie's side, the look of shock on her face etched into my memory forever more. She half turned to the trees beside us and I realised that she thought I was running over to push her to cover. So I grabbed her elbow, stopped her moving.




A Discovery Ch. 08



The look of shock deepened and was joined by a look of confused joy. "Fuck, Dallas, I love you!"

We turned together to face the bend and never had I ever felt so exposed or so delighted to be that way. 

The van rattled into view just a second or two later and my nakedness felt magnified a thousand times. I could see the driver brake hard, see his eyes widen, almost felt them rake across my bare breasts and Debbie's and then take in our exposed pussies. Debbie's left hand was in my right and despite her squeezing me so tightly I could still feel her tremors.

The van screeched to a halt just beside us and I somehow managed to smile at the elderly guy behind the wheel, "Hi!"

"Hello young ladies, and may I say it is a complete and utter delight to see you both."

It was Debbie who managed to speak next, "Very kind of you to say so, postie."

"Well it's true," he smiled, "And believe me, I see all sorts delivering the post but you two really are stunners."

"We just needed some air," I managed, desperate to say something no matter how inane.

"You certainly managed that," he said, "Plenty of air out here for those lovely titties. And those lovely cunnies."

"Glad you approve," Debbie said, her tremors threatening to tear my arm from its socket, "I think my friend here has the perfect tits for the great outdoors. Don't you agree?"

"Without feeling them I couldn't-"

"Just stay in the van," Debbie managed, "Or we're gone and you're reported!"

"Sorry," the postman said, "Don't push my luck, right?"

"Right. Now answer me. Hasn't she got the perfect tits for out here?"

He stared at us then, comparing our nakedness, and I felt wetness flooding my womanhood. When he finally nodded, I almost climaxed on the spot. "They are highly suckable. There again I do like big nips and yours are pretty cool too."

Debbie turned to me, trembling all over now, "I guess that's a draw?"

I managed a nod, unable to speak.

"Okay," she continued, turning back to the postman, "You ever seen pussies as nice as ours?"

I whimpered and then moaned when he shook his head, "Never once."

Debbie's hand tightened even more on mine, "You just drive on now then, and thanks for your comments." 

The postman laughed, "Darling, I've got the first boner I've had in five years. I need to see to this before I go anywhere!"

"Glad we could help," Debbie even managed a laugh.

For one second of pure panic I thought she was going to move closer to the van to watch but then she wobbled towards the bend in the lane, her footsteps quickening as I fought to keep up. We positively crashed around the corner and out of sight of the postman before Debbie dragged me over the grassy bank and down onto the soft carpet of leaves between two tall trees.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, Dallas, oh my fucking god!" 

She pulled my hand to her pussy where I found it almost dripping. Unthinking - beyond thought - I copied her gesture, feeling her fingers slipping easily into my most intimate place. I let my own hand caress her even as I started to buck and with stunned, shocked, delighted cries our twin climaxes took us before seconds had passed.

I know I managed to cry her name as my orgasm took hold and I remember my own name echoing from the trees. I remember the feel of her hard nipples pressed tight against mine as we hugged and shook and climaxed.

I was idly caressing her small breasts when my mind cleared a little sometime later. "Fuck, Debbie," I managed, "I never expected that!"

She snorted a laugh, "Can't say I did either. I bet the post is always on time from now on."

We kissed, "I have a feeling that we're going to have a lot of fun together."

"Suits me, Dallas. I guess I have a whole world of learning about myself to do!"

"Pizza orders should be fun!"

"Even when we get delivered..."

It took me a moment to get the joke before I started giggling like a schoolgirl, "You really, really are a terror!"

"For you, yes."

I nodded happily, "For us."

Debbie weighed my comment, "Okay, for us."

She stood and offered me her hand "Come on you. Let's go check your parents' place and then head off into the woods for a nice gentle walk."

I took the hand and stood, kissing my terror's nose, "I have a feeling there will be a couple of trees witnessing another orgasm or two."

"Definitely at least two," Debbie smiled.



A Discovery Ch. 09



After our more than daring escapade with the postman in his van, Debbie and I were both in need of some quiet, panic-free, hours and we spent the Friday afternoon wandering lazily between the trees, stopping occasionally for a kiss, a cuddle, or more intimate fun. No one come close to discovering us and that suited both of us just fine.

We spent more time refining our plans for the revenge mission the next day.

"You're going to have to," Debbie insisted.

"What if they manage to take it and show it to someone?"

We were discussing a note I was going to be leaving at the house to be 'discovered' by my brother or one of his friends - a note supposedly for my 'friend' that would say that I was in the woods naked and quite wanted to see some naked male flesh out there later.

"So what? Use your computer and print it out - that way it could have been anyone who did it. Either way they need to believe you're out there somewhere and want to see some naked guys."

I knew Debbie was right. It was a good enough plan but just the thought of Ben even reading something I wrote like that was making me queasy. "Well, I guess I could..."

"Dallas, angel? All you need to do is help get them out there naked. It'll be me drawing them deeper into the woods."

Somehow I'd agreed to all this. We would trick them outside and into the woods naked with Debbie drawing them ever further away by letting them see flashes - literally - of her in the distance. I would be hidden in my room so then I would lock up the house and trap them out there. Debbie would circle back and meet me at the front of the house and we'd leave a camera or two running, focused on the back garden for when they came back - if we didn't already manage to get them caught outside. When all was said and done it was my girl who would be taking the biggest risk here, so she was right and I was just being a petulant bitch as usual.

I gave in, "Okay, let's get it done before I lose my nerve."

We headed back to the house and I fired up my ancient laptop to make sure everything was ready for the morning when Ben was due home. The words felt awkward, almost nasty, as I typed them but I knew it was a necessary evil, and it was a process that became much easier as Debbie read out loud what I was writing and gave me her excited approval.

"I am so looking forward to this," Debbie laughed, "We're going to be posting the footage absolutely everywhere!"

I returned the laugh. The final part of our humiliation plan was to edit the images when we got them and then post them on every site we could think of. Given my queasiness at the thought of Ben being one of the guys, Debbie had already agreed to carry out the computer work when we'd done. To make me feel a little easier about it all, she also kept reminding me of just how much discomfort the guys had caused us just a few days before, and even made sure we'd checked the weather forecast so we knew already there was next to no chance that anything would be called off because of rain.

Finally I was done and the printer whirred into life, a single sheet of A4 now ready for the guys to read in the morning. It was left on the kitchen table, addressed to 'Fiona', right next to a discarded bikini. The back door was checked to make sure it was unlocked (we often left it that way) and Debbie and I made our giggling way out onto the back lawn, happy in the knowledge that we had done all we could for now.

The day was gloriously hot once again and we headed into the woods, the warm air feeling no less daring and sensual than it had ever done. 

"Where do you fancy taking me?" Debbie asked once we were deep in the shadows of the trees.

"On your back down near the path."

She patted my rump, "I should tell you off for being so naughty but somehow I find that answer all too nice."

"I just mean I want to please you and pleasure you in the wide open air while it's all so quiet out here."

"And that 'path' thing has nothing to do with anyone who might be out walking their dog or whatever?"

I tried to look as innocent as possible, "Surely you don't imagine anyone would be out in this heat? And anyway if we do hear anyone on the path you just need to stay quiet because we'd still be in the trees."

Debbie snorted a laugh, "Like I can stay quiet once you get that magic tongue of yours working on me."

"Hmmm... Open Sesame!"

"For you, any time! Just try not to get us caught, tomorrow is already going to be risky enough."

I took her hand, "Are you sure it's not going to be too risky for you tomorrow?"

"I'll be fine," Debbie assured me, "And remember, I'm super quick if I want to be."

"Let's just hope you don't need to be." A thought crossed my mind like a small cloud on this summer day, "You won't... I mean up to this week you were straight, right? So you won't kinda see the guys and-"

"Dallas! Two things. For one, I have never been into younger guys, let alone my other half's relation and for two, I'm yours now - yours and no one else's."

I stopped and pulled her into a warm embrace, "Sorry, but I guess I'm still having trouble believing how lucky I've become."

"I'm just the same, remember?"

I kissed her, "Yeah, sorry."

"Don't be. Let's face it, if anyone else knows how odd this must a feel to you, then it's me."

Our kiss was in danger of developing into a lot more but we both knew that we wanted to be much closer to the path. I broke apart and nodded deeper into the trees, "We really should get going."

Debbie nodded and we set off, both of us a little shaky and a lot horny, "That's a thought," she said as we slipped underneath the low-hanging branches of two ancient oaks, "Guys in general, I mean."

"What about them?"

"Well look, don't get this wrong or anything because I truly believe that it's just you and me from here on, but what about... you know, a thing inside you, a cock I mean. Do you think you'll miss it too much?"

I laughed but understood her thought - I'd been wondering the same thing about Debbie, "I really don't think so, especially when you remember what it would be attached to."

She nodded, clearly relieved to hear that, "Good. That's just how I feel as well. And anyway, if we want anything invading us like that I'm pretty sure we can, er, buy something for us to wear. I swear I don't know much about that sort of thing but I know it's something gays do. Gays of both genders."

The thought of wearing a strap-on, of using it on - in - Debbie, gave me a shudder of something far more arousing than I had ever imagined. Yet another delightfully shocking new feeling. "I have the strongest feeling that we have tons to learn yet!"

"Me too. And I get the strongest feeling that we are going to have more fun learning than we ever do with anything else."

Our minds we clearly lost in thoughts of all the new experiences we were soon going to be enjoying, and our soft giggles and urgent kisses as we walked on only served to distract us further.

So much so that we had both been petting the dog which had appeared in front of us for a few seconds before we realised what its appearance indicated.

Debbie jumped back, already scanning the sightlines through the trees, "Shit, Dallas!" she hissed, "You know what this means?"

I nodded frantically, stepping back to join her, the undeterred dog following me in search of more strokes, "This thing could belong to anyone!"

The owner's identity became apparent before Debbie could answer. 

"Spotty!" An elderly man's voice called from just a tree or two in front of us. He was still out of sight but we both knew one step in the right - wrong - direction would bring him within sight of us.

Debbie clapped a hand over her mouth and pointed behind us. I nodded and we started to slip backwards, trying to usher the over-excited mongrel away. "Quick!" I hissed back.

We started to turn just as the old man gave a whistle, "Spotty! Oh, there you- Fuck!"

I span around away from him and grabbed Debbie's hand as we started to dash between the trees, Spotty keeping pace and the old man clearly following us as fast as he could to judge by the continued curses and the breaking of twigs under his urgent feet.

We were comfortably faster than the old guy of course, if not his nuisance of a mutt, and had put a lot of distance between us before Debbie ground to a halt and drew me into a kiss that had me squealing despite the distance. I never struggled too much though and the relief when she took off running again was tempered by the most weird and unusual feelings of arousal. 

Another hundred yards passed before we finally saw Spotty turn and dash back towards the ever-distant yells of his frustrated - in many senses - owner, and Debbie slowed.

"Do you think he really saw much?" she gasped.

I slapped her bare butt, "I'm pretty sure he saw everything including this!"

"Good," she giggled, "Now let's hope it doesn't happen tomorrow!"

"Well if it does, just remember I won't be here to help you!"

"Shame but true. Now let's get back to my place before anything more happens."

"You don't want to risk the path then?" 

"My heart couldn't take another near miss," she lifted my hand and placed it on her left breast, "Feel how fast that is!"

I squeezed gently instead, "Feels pretty fit to me."

"Don't start!"

"And there was me thinking I was the chicken here," I laughed and bent to kiss the hard nipple in my palm, "Not that I can feel you pulling away."

She groaned, "As if I would. I'm not saying I liked being caught but it has left me rather hot."

Her groan intensified as I let my left hand check just how warm she was, "Oh, very warm indeed."

I was about to ask her to stand against the tree behind her when a flurry of yelps announced that Spotty was racing back our way. I squealed and dragged Debbie away as I started to sprint for her parents' back garden. There was danger and then there was stupidity - and only the former was appealing right then.

We arrived back in the safety of the kitchen a few minutes later, falling quickly and greedily into each other's arms as safety enveloped us. Even a distant yapping did nothing more than make both of us groan louder as we kissed and fondled.

Our playtime finished ages later in Debbie's bedroom and it became apparent to me why we'd finished up there when she rolled away from me and grabbed her laptop. I watched as she typed in just two words to the search bar.

"You mean you're going to buy some toys for us online?"

Debbie shrugged, "If you honestly think I'm going into a shop and asking for some, you have a very weird idea of how brave I am all of a sudden."

"Fair point. I'd be so flustered somewhere like that."

"I'd be scared that the person serving us would ask too many questions."

"Like 'what size'?" I nodded.

"Or 'do you know which way round it goes'?"

I laughed "Not sideways, that's for sure!"

"And you call me the terror! Jeez, half of these things look too big the right way round!"

"That just means I will have to make sure you're very well prepared for one then."

Debbie clicked on a different image, laughing softly, "Just listen to us! I swear I'm not complaining at all but just a week ago I would never, ever, ever have imagined that I could ever have a conversation like this."

"I know just what you mean. Even sitting here naked with another woman would have been unbelievable for me."

"That's my good fortune then. I can barely remember what you look like dressed now."

I stared down at my nakedness - and, of course, at Debbie's, "It's weird. With you it feels entirely natural but when we're outside it's just as terrifying as the first time was."

"That's good to hear. Makes me feel a bit easier about tomorrow." She pointed at the screen where the 'friendly dominator' stared back with what felt like friendly promise, "How about this one?"

"I'd try it for sure," I said, oddly thrilled by the potential of yet another new experience, "But Debbie, are you really sure about this whole 'humiliate my brother and his friends' thing? You sound so nervous about it."

She shrugged, "Dallas, angel, I'm more than determined and anyway, even if they cop a little look, so what? Revenge is the key to this and I'll be back in bed with you before you know it. Fuck, it'd be worth a quick flash to get our payback, and no way do I expect you to take a chance given your brother's presence." She moved the mouse and clicked a couple of buttons while I thanked her with a kiss, "There, all ordered for experiment number five hundred and thirty seven."

I laughed, "Feels more like experiment seven hundred and something. And there was me thinking they only sold books!"

"Perhaps we could write a review for them when we get the friendly dominator."

We took that thought with us to bed that evening and I confess that the idea totally took my mind off the morning's plans.

For a change we woke at the same time the next morning, and to judge by Debbie's skittishness when we made coffee, we had woken up with the same nervous tensions.

"When did you say they were likely to turn up?"

"Debbie! That's the sixth time you've asked me that and as I said before, probably not before eleven. More to the point, are you still sure you want to go through with this?"

"That's the seventh time you've asked me that," she laughed, "And yes!"

I feinted a throw of my coffee at Debbie but restrained myself - some things are just too precious, such as the coffee. And Debbie, of course. "I know it's still early, but how about we go and get ourselves into position? I really don't want to miss this chance and to be honest I'm not so sure I'll have the nerve to go through this all again if today doesn't work."

"That's a great idea, even if it does prove what a chicken you are."

We'd been tweaking the plan all night and we were not going to take any chances with anything. Debbie handed me a summer dress and took a very similar one for herself - there were not going to be any delays in getting to my house and they would provide some much-needed cover if any of the guys had turned up early.

We slipped into them and I laughed, "Feels odd wearing something!"

"Looks it, as well," Debbie nodded, "I don't think I've ever felt over-dressed before wearing just one thing!"

"I rather like it. Given that I know just what's so close to being revealed."

"Don't start," she said with a broad grin, "Thank you anyway, but those are the sort of comments that seem to delay us in whatever we're doing!"

I had to think long and hard before acknowledging her comment. Any delays now could prove problematic for our plans, no matter how appealing they were. "I suppose you're right. Shall we get going?"

"Good call." She paused, "Do you realise something? You're going to be hidden away in your room and I'm going to be all the way out in the woods. That will be the furthest we've been apart for days!"

"Don't remind me. Let's just hope it all goes to plan. I promise I'll be waiting over the lane at the front of the house - dress in hand for you - just as soon as they set off after you and I've locked the place up."

"Having set the cameras running?"

"Yes!" I giggled, my laughter not subsiding much until we were on the lane outside my parents' place.

Debbie was carefully peeking at the property. "Seems all quiet still."

"Good. Let's get in there and then get into position." I swallowed hard, the reality of what we were going to be attempting starting to make its presence felt.

Debbie led the way up to the front door and fished the spare key out from beneath its flower pot hiding place. We fell totally silent as she delicately turned the lock and eased the door open, our ears almost swivelling around as we listened for even the faintest of noises. Finally we were pretty convinced that we were still alone and took a few tentative steps inside, me gently closing the door behind us. A couple minutes more of listening followed before we dared believe that all was going to plan.

"Come on then, Dallas, let's get ready."

"Are you still sure-"

"Dallas!" she hissed, stifling one of her trademark giggles.

I shrugged, my own grin flitting nervously around my suddenly very dry lips, "Well, I feel guilty about the risk you're taking for me."

"It's for us, remember, and anyway, better me than you anytime."

"I guess, but let's get this ready before I totally lose my nerve."

Debbie rolled her eyes, still smiling, and pressed the front door key into my hand. "Don't lose that and let's get the backdoor one to go with it. Then you get my dress and get hidden upstairs, right?"

I gave a nervous nod, "Just make it quick with the dress. If you stand there naked in front of me for too long we might have to abandon the plan and go have some fun instead."

She snorted a laugh, "You are incorrigible. But I love you!"

I followed her into the kitchen and we first double-checked that the note was placed obviously alongside the bikini before I opened the back door wide and placed the key into my pocket alongside its front door companion. "I guess we're set."

"Almost," Debbie said, pointing at the back lawn, "But look at that."

It was a standard expanse of grass as far as I could see. "It's the lawn."

"The footprint-free lawn. If you were out in the woods and I'd followed you, might you not expect to see a few footprints at least?"

I was impressed, "Good thinking, Sherlock, although I doubt whether the guys would notice really." It was very good thinking indeed, but I tried to make it sound as if it was inconsequential - I didn't want my new girlfriend to think I was totally bran-dead.

"That's true but you never know with guys. Sneaks and suspicions go together in my experience."

I followed Debbie outside and we walked one after the other to the edge of the grass and broke a few twigs at the edge of the trees for good measure. 

Despite it feeling as if the plan was starting well, my nervousness was increasing, "I guess that's all we need to do then."

"Except for you getting back in there and into position and me getting naked," Debbie nodded.

"I like one of those ideas..."

"If you add an 'are you sure' again I might have to kill you," Debbie said, and in one swift movement pulled the dress over her head. "Now go up to your room and get ready. By my estimation it will be about thirty minutes after they get outside here before I'll be back at the lane."

I stared at her gorgeous nakedness even as I took her dress and answered, "And if it's any longer than forty-five minutes I'll come running to see if I can find you. I got it you beautiful terror." I reminded myself to collect a wristwatch from my room. And to make sure it was wound up, but not as much as I was getting.

Debbie could sense the waves of last minute nerves pouring off me and dragged me into a hug. "I love you, Dallas," she said, "And the minute this is finished with we're going back to my place to see if the delivery has arrived."

I looked blank for a moment, "Oh, you mean the dominator thing! Surely it won't be there already?"

"Next day delivery on that account, and in any case, if it's not there yet you're still going to be getting the thrill of a lifetime - my tongue will see to that."

I groaned and kissed her, "I'm tempted to say that we can still just back out of this and go have that fun, but I know if I do you will probably kill me. So let's just do it and get it over with."

She returned the kiss then broke the hug, "Good thinking my angel. And just remember, I love you!"

With that she turned and headed deeper into the trees before stopping and turning, gauging the distance to the house. I didn't wait, afraid that my nerve would disappear and I would run after her.

Once in my room - wristwatch firmly strapped to my wrist - I closed the door and locked it. If Ben or anyone tried entering they would assume I'd locked up in my way out - my way out into the woods, and I took up position on a tall stool deep enough into the room that I would be invisible from outside but with enough of a sightline to the back garden so that I could monitor activity down there. In my hand was the remote control unit that activated the two cameras that Debbie and I had positioned to record anything that went on. In the dim distance I could just about see my girlfriend hunkered down next to a tree, and even from this far away I could tell that she was listening intently to the house.




A Discovery Ch. 09



It was still only half-past eight and I knew that I would probably have hours to wait before anything happened, and that I would grow increasingly uncomfortable perched on the cushion-less seat but I didn't care - I just wanted to make sure everything went perfectly. 

The physical distance between myself and Debbie - even though I could still see her - suddenly seemed enormous. Uncomfortably vast. And it was this that let me know what I already really knew - that I had not just fallen for the cute girl and all the new experiences she brought with her (or brought out of me), but that I had found someone so very special. Special enough to... what? 

We were both due back at our respective centres of learning in less than a month, but what on earth would happen then? My heart knew that already I didn't want that separation and now my head started to wake up to that idea. But what did Debbie think? Was she already viewing what we were sharing as a one-time, one holiday thing - albeit maybe a once in a lifetime thing as well? I knew she had said that we had a future but did she mean a future beyond this holiday? Would she - could she - tolerate the necessary parting that the new semester would bring?

We hadn't spoken directly about anything like that and the mouse in me began to think that maybe Debbie had been deliberately avoiding letting me down, but of course- 

The front door clattered open just a few feet behind me and mercifully a few feet below. All thoughts of a future - rosy or thorny - disappeared from my head faster than light on speed and I held my breath. 

I couldn't quite make out the words but it was clear that my brother had arrived with at least two of his friends. I leaned forward and lifted the net curtain quickly, signalling to Debbie that things were about to get scary for her - and relieved when she waved back and hunkered even lower.

If I'd thought that either of us would have a few minutes to compose ourselves, the sounds of my brother and his friends thundering into the kitchen dispelled that notion. Whole sentences were still impossible to fathom but the occasional word or phrase reached my slightly horrified ears.

"They're fucking out there, dude!"

"... her tits are so hot..."

"... wish I had a sis like yours..."

"We should, right?"

"... are we gonna..."

".. you're fucking hard already..."

That last one had my heart skipping a beat - for all the world that sounded like the guys were really going to go after 'us' as stark naked as we had planned. I'm not sure whether I'd ever truly believed the plan would work but all of a sudden my faith levels were rising. I double-checked that both cameras were now switched on and then looked up to see three figures emerging onto the lawn.

I had to choke back a squeak as their state of total undress became obvious - even more obvious as the leading pair turned back and urged on the third, my brother. Sure, I'd seen erect cocks before but these were so close, and also aroused partly because of their idea of seeing me. And, I have to admit, they were pretty damned fit. I glanced up, hoping that Debbie was aware that the guys had dived outside and was both relieved that she clearly was and slightly horrified that she was now standing by the tree, her naked profile clear from up here and maybe even partly visible from the lawn.

Relief took the upper hand when she turned and with a clearly deliberate crashing noise, took off through the trees. The guys' voices cranked up a few decibels as they heard the twigs snapping in the woods.

The tallest, an extraordinarily well-hung blonde was a few paces ahead of my brother and the dark haired third member of the trio, and he stopped to point to where Debbie had just set off.

"You see that, guys? She was totally fucking nude!"

"Fucking A," Dark-hair agreed, "She your sis, Ben?"

He shook his head, "No way, dude. Dallas' nips ain't that big."

The other two jeered, "Perv here knows his sister's tits pretty well," Blondie laughed.

Ben shrugged, "What can I say, dude? She might be my sis but she is one super fucking hot bitch! I defy anyone not to get a look at those pups whenever they could."

In the shadows of my bedroom I blushed even as I swore that the videos we were currently recording were now definitely going to be seen by as many people as possible. Ben, the dirty little shit, might have got the occasional peek down my top but he was now going to be seen in all his nakedness by thousands! In all his rather... well, actually I had to admit that if he wasn't my brother even I might have given an approving look or two; the boy had really grown up - and out - lately. He sure wasn't the most well-endowed of the trio - Blondie was almost scarily big - but even I had to admit he was well proportioned. 

It suddenly struck me that I might even be able to compare notes with Debbie in a little while and that thought served to get me moving.

In the garden the guys had grabbed what looked suspiciously like their phones and were now trying to sneak quietly into the woods. The last comment I heard was something about what they were hoping to see of both me and 'that other cute chick', and that caused me to grin involuntarily. Of me, nothing was going to be seen, and I sincerely hoped the same applied to Debbie.

The last of the three cute - okay, two cute and one all too brotherly - bottoms disappeared into the trees and I finally got myself moving properly. With a last check to make sure the cameras were still recording, I slid off the stool and made my way quickly down to the kitchen. 

The note was more or less where I'd left it and a heap of male clothes by the back door confirmed to me that they wouldn't be able to cover up when they got back if I simply locked the door - which I did, with relish. I'd checked my watch once in the bedroom when I first heard the testosterone-fuelled voices and another check now confirmed that I had no more than twenty-five minutes to wait for my girlfriend.

With what I hoped wasn't too evil a grin I trotted through to the front of the house and located the second key. A minute later and I was outside the front of the building with both front and back secured. Three minutes after that, I had gone back inside, closed and locked all of the windows, picked up Debbie's dress, and was once again trying to suppress an evil grin.

According to my beloved Seiko I had around twenty minutes before Debbie would appear, so I crossed the lane and settled myself nervously for the wait, determined that I need not pray too fervently for her success.

Fifteen minutes and a hundred prayers later I heard feet slapping along the lane and stood just in time to almost catch Debbie as she leapt over the grass verge and into the trees, and into my arms.

"Well?" I couldn't hold back.

Debbie was breathing heavily but the grin she sported from ear-to-ear was a joy to behold, "Very well," she panted, "but we'd better get moving deeper into the trees. Those little sods are in a determined mood!"

I let her lead me onwards, "Not so little from what I saw."

"That fair-haired one's a fucking horse," Debbie giggled, "and it's not just you and me who knows, trust me."

It was hard not to stop her but I knew that any immediate questions I had needed to be asked in transit - something that was made doubly evident when male voices reached us from somewhere back near the house. "Sounds like they're still following! Who else saw them then?"

There were more pants and giggles from my girlfriend, "They're pretty pissed off that they never caught up with me but let's hope they give up now and get really pissed off when they find out the house is locked. And who saw them? Only a handful of old dears out with their dogs!"

"Perfect!"

"It was - and it sounds like they've given up the chase. I think I just heard one of them scream something about keys and flower-pots!"

I slowed and cocked my ears, "More screams. I guess this one really did work. And before you ask the cameras are still running and very well hidden."

Debbie pulled up and stood with her hands on her knees, gasping and laughing. "No doubt they'll try the back of the house next, so prefer for some more screams."

I handed her the dress, "Want to go listen?"

Instead of taking the proffered garment she reached out and tugged at the hem of mine, "Nah. We'll get to see it all on video later. I'm more keen to get you as naked as you should be!"

"Terror," I laughed, pausing only to check that the distant voices were becoming more distant before I bent and pulled my own dress over my head. "Is that better?"

She pulled me close, her slick, sweat-soaked skin sending thrills through me as we kissed, "Dallas? That is not just better, it's perfect. Now come on, let's get back to the safety of mine so I can let you join me in a much-needed shower."

I wasn't going to argue and we crept back, staying under the cover of the trees, both of us figuring that there had been enough outdoor excitement for the time being. En route I told her that the guys should have left by the evening - always assuming they ever managed to get back inside for their clothes - and that the videos would be ready for us in the morning, something that Debbie had already heard before during our planning sessions but which made both of us feel more comfortable.

We let ourselves into Debbie's parents' place and the sound of the door closing behind us brought the comfort levels up a few more notches - somewhere close to delirious comfort - and we giggled our way up to the master bathroom (more space for all sorts, Debbie assured me). A suspiciously 'friendly dominator' sized package was shoved to one side for later attention.

She hadn't been exaggerating about the master bathroom either, and within a couple of minutes we were laid out under the cool water streaming out of the wet-room shower, increasingly wet towels for blankets and bodies covered in soapy bubbles.

It was almost an hour later before we were sitting on her bed, sated and soaked, the giggles long since replaced by sighs of contentment.

That was when I remembered the silly fears that had coursed through me back in my own parents' place. 

Perhaps it was the sheer relief that our planned revenge on my brother and his friends had succeeded without any disaster, or perhaps it was the glorious distraction of the intimacy of the refreshing and sensual shower... either way or any way, I found the words spilling out of my mouth before I was even aware of what I was going to say.

"Debbie... what are we going to do when the holiday finishes?"



A Discovery Ch. 10



My words hung in the air like an ominous thundercloud, and the darkening of Debbie's eyes held the promise of my perfect storm. And yet... I needed to know.

"Please, Debbie... what are we going to do when the holiday finishes?"

For the longest of moments I expected vitriol; would not have been at all surprised to be struck by a thunderbolt of my new girlfriend's anger. I regretted the question and yet knew I just had to ask it. In just a few short days my life had been changed, and now I needed to understand just how much. I stood up from her bed and squared my shoulders, braced myself for the onslaught.

But then Debbie's own shoulders slumped and she flopped back awkwardly, "I'm glad you grew a pair big enough to ask that.

"What?"

She sat up and reached for my hand, "That's a scary question, Dallas, but it's started to play on my mind as well."

"You mean, you don't mind me asking?"

"Don't mind?" She gave a quiet laugh, "This particular Terror has been too terrified to put it into words. I wasn't joking when I said I'd fallen for you big time."

"But what does that mean for the future?"

I was dragged down into an awkward embrace, "Dallas, I don't want to be apart from you."

I looked into her wide eyes and saw nothing but a painful truth, "Your course, though... I mean geology is so-" 

"If you say important I might have to kick you into the nearest volcano. Let's face it, more people take part in sports than those who study rocks. It bores me anyway - I just want to be with you."

"But Debbie, I don't even enjoy my course and yet you're set for a fantastic future. You can't give that up!"

She pulled me closer, "I don't enjoy my course either, and just because there are more books than aching bollocks doesn't mean to say it would all lead to a good job in the future anyway. You are now, and I have the strongest feeling, always will be far more fun and far more rewarding. I need you. Or is that too much, too soon?"

I don't cry often but the tensions inside me exploded in saltiness, "That's... that's the single nicest thing I ever heard, and no way is that too much. Or if it is then I'm as guilty as you." I kissed her deeply then sat back and slapped her thigh, "I thought at first that this was maybe just some Summer fun, but... well, every second that passes just makes me want to be with you more and more."

"Did that really deserve a slap?"

I snorted a laugh though my tears, "Yes! You changed my life totally and never even asked me if you could!"

"You seem just the same to me," she gave one of her soft laughs, "just ever more lovely. And loveable."

We stopped talking then and stared at each other, the truth behind our statements slipping neatly into place, our understanding of what we were going to be facing - together - starting to hit home. Debbie finally broke the silence.

"How about, Monday morning, we call our respective colleges and tell them we're not coming back? Maybe look for something else we can do at the same place, or..."

"Or take a gap?" 

Debbie's eyebrows rose, "I never bothered when I left school - couldn't see the point in delaying the uni thing. But now? It sounds like the best idea since sliced gerbil."

"Gerbil? Is that supposed to mean 'good'?"

"It's supposed to mean the best ever. I was trying to get everyone to say it a couple of years back but it never caught on."

I kissed her again, "You're seriously weird at times."

"And you have some seriously wonderful ideas. I can already see you sunning yourself topless on some golden Mediterranean beach."

This time she got a gentle slap, "I have a feeling that the 'gap' will refer to my clothes allocation."

She pulled me closer, "Doesn't feel like you object too much."

I shrugged as best I was able in her arms, "Oh, I don't - just as long as it applies to you as well." I kissed her neck and eased my lips down to her seemingly constantly erect nipples, "I don't want," I said, moving my mouth from one to the other, "to ever... see these beautiful... breasts... covered up... when we're... alone."

"Deal," she sighed, "Now reach over and pass me the Friendly Dominator, would you? The idea of a gap year promises so many new experiences and I want to start right now by fucking my girlfriend with that thing."

I snorted a laugh, my insides turning to a delicious jelly as both the crude words and the experience to come sent sex-starved neurones spinning through my belly. Without even a micro-second of hesitation I span out of Debbie's arms and grabbed the package, shedding the box as I followed her instructions.

"Just one thing," I said, faux-demure.

Debbie was already kneeling, adjusting the waist strap, "What's that, my angel?"

"Be gentle with me, won't you?"

She was almost crying with laughter as she tightened the new toy, "Just for that, no! Now lay back and think of gerbils!"

I did as I was told, my eyes lingering for a moment or two on the seemingly massive dildo as Debbie awkwardly manoeuvred herself between my already gaping thighs. "Mind if I lay back and think of our future instead?"

She lowered herself gently, he hand guiding the head of the phallus towards my already very moist slit, "Maybe 'our future' is better than 'gerbil', after all. But Dallas, know this" she positioned the enormous device at my oh-so hot entrance, "I want to take you to such dizzying heights, you won't remember my name let alone a gerbil's."

I was about to make some sort of glib reply when she eased forward with a smoothness that shocked and delighted me. Despite its size, the Dominator parted my eager lips like butter and a second, firmer, push drove it between the muscles and deep inside me. "Debbie!"

She hesitated, "Too much?"

I reached forward and grabbed her butt, lifting my hips to meet hers as the Dominator slipped deeper and deeper into my wetness, "No way is that too much," I gave a little cry of pleasure, "Come on then my Terror, fuck me!"

I felt her hard nipples crush against my own and she started to buck her hips, thrusting and withdrawing, pinning me, biting my shoulder. I slid one hand between us and found a nipple, pinching her hard, my own hips matching Debbie's movements. She lifted her head then and stared down at me, her wide blue eyes looking as shocked as they did full of lust.

"You are so fucking beautiful," she told me, "And I want to make you climax so hard!"

"You will, so don't stop!"

I was no virgin and I'd seen more than one guy in just that position, but the combination of Debbie and the Dominator was already taking me to heights I'd never visited before. Gradually, we found a rhythm and before many minutes had passed the look of joy that must have been plastered to my face was being matched by Debbie and she was starting to whimper as often as she was grunting and panting.

My voice was unnaturally high, I could tell, but even that fact only served to excite me even more, "Oh my god, Debbie! It's going to happen - you've gotta cum with me!"

She nodded frantically, her eyes almost rolling, "To... to... together... for... fucking... forever!"

"Yes!" 

Then it hit me. 

My scream of pleasure made Debbie at first flinch and then her eyes widened and she let out a howl that was just as loud. One final thrust buried the Dominator deep inside my wet folds and my hands tightened on her breasts, pinching her nipples in their dark circles, as my hips rose from the bed and my muscles spasmed. 

Outwardly we were motionless, locked together so tightly, as only our inner muscles flickered and bucked with orgasmic delight. It went on and on... and on. I felt one of Debbie's fingertips pressing against my clit as hard as I pinched her nipples, and howl and moan followed each other in a staccato rhythm as wave of climax followed the tsunami of release.

It was my hands that fell away to the sides first before I grasped Debbie's shoulders and pulled her down, my lips raining kisses on her nose and cheeks.

"Fucking hell, girl!" I laughed.

"Good climax?" she puffed, and gave the slightest of wiggles, the Dominator somehow able to move a little inside me.

"Not bad," I began before my eyes shot wide open, "Oh shit Debs I'm going to-" 

I didn't get any further before yet another orgasmic wave rolled through me.

"Come again, do you mean?" Debbie gave another wiggle.

"Stop, stop, stop! I am seriously worried you might really fuck my brains out now!"

"I'd probably fall apart first," she admitted, relaxing against me, "but you have to admit, this was a great purchase."

I managed to nod, "Better than any cock I've ever had. But maybe that's because I love you so much!"

We kissed then, a tenderness instilling itself in the air despite our positions and the Dominator's presence. Somehow I think we even managed to doze, still coupled.

I came fully awake as Debbie eased herself to her hands and began to slip the Dominator out of me, a fraction at a time. I watched the care in her eyes and it felt even more thrilling than the sensation of that large dildo sliding so gently out of my heat. I cupped her small breasts, gently this time, and sighed happily as she paused and flexed against me, her own pleasure writ large on her face.

"I wonder," she whispered "whether a day will ever go past for us when something new doesn't happen?"

I squeaked a "yes" as my most pleasant invasion came to an end and Debbie sat back, shaky fingers unbuckling the waistband of our new toy. "I mean," I added, clearing my throat, "that I'm not sure I can take too many more new things!" I was seriously starting to wonder.

I was rewarded by her trademark chuckle, "I think I'm beginning to agree with you. But remember, tomorrow we're going to be doing something new as well."

"My turn with the Dominator?"

"Well, yes, but I was more thinking of uploading some video footage onto the internet."

I gave a dark laugh, "Oh yes, time for someone to pay. I do hope there are some nice clear images."

Dropping the toy to the floor, Debbie snuggled up beside me, "Sure it won't give you any yearning for something that I can't give you?"

"No chance. You've just given me far more pleasure than any guy ever has done. And besides, I adore you."

"Good answer. If I enjoy any cock again in future it will be firmly attached to you, I swear."

"I wasn't actually thinking about growing one."

It was Debbie's turn to smack me, "You know what I mean. And let me tell you, there's a lovely little head at the opposite end of the Dominator's dildo and boy does that tickle nicely."

"My turn to find out next then."

She nodded, "That's a deal as well - but not until tomorrow, methinks. I'm feeling a little bit tender."

"You are? I'm still trying to get my head round the fact that I've just had the best pounding of my life and it was at the hands of a gorgeous female!"

Debbie sighed with undisguised contentment, "I'm happier to hear that than you could possibly imagine. Seems they were right after all, I'm a lovely little fucker."

"I'll agree just so long as you promise to be my lovely little fucker from now on."

"Agreed," she said, cuddling tighter. "Anytime."

"Anywhere."

"Anyhow."

"Any-why?"

Debbie snorted a giggle, "Now you're being silly."

"Says gerbil-girl."

"The best girl since sliced gerbil?"

"I'll give you that," I told her.

"Among other things, I hope?"

"Lots and lots of other things," I managed, my eyes flickering closed, my body relaxing to a degree I never thought possible.

It was still a dusky dark when I woke, hungry and thirsty. Beside me Debbie was not quite snoring but snuffling softly, one thumb almost but not quite pressing between her lips. I put my desire for sustenance on hold and simply lay there watching her. I knew that beneath her oddly pale eyelids, her bright blue eyes were sparkling through dreams, and I hoped her mind would find room for me - among the gerbils or not. Why gerbils? I wondered, before dismissing the question, happy in the knowledge that I was more than happy to be her gerbil... I stifled a laugh - perhaps her quirkiness was catching.

Quirkiness or not, I knew that her love - our love -was contagious and I marvelled at how much had changed so quickly for me. Sure there had been a couple of others, guys, in my late teens who I'd fallen for truly, madly and stupidly. One of them had even proposed to me and had it not been for another girlfriend of his appearing out of the blue I might even have said yes. But with Debbie it was already different. 

Of course, I hadn't known it when I'd been 'in love' with Gareth, but true love reaches right down into your soul. It's not just a pretty idea, a wonderful feeling... somehow it's more a part of you, an intrinsic component that once found cannot be forgotten. It also stripped away doubts, didn't let anything stand in its way, made you a part of it just as it became a part of you.

I'd asked the question that had terrified me at a level I hadn't even been aware of - and I'd been answered in a way that only served to prove the depth of our feelings, the true nature of our love. So what if it was only days, because what we had found in each other didn't exist in that sort of timeline. What we'd both found was something that was there all along, and hopefully would stay with us for the longest time. I'd thought my future was more or less fixed in its path, that I would finish my course, graduate and probably take up a career in either a sports centre or as a cashier at a supermarket - realism had never been far from my surface. Maybe I would find a man and marry. Maybe I would have kids. Maybe I would live in a semi-detached mock-Tudor junk-heap, with manicured lawns and prickly rose bushes.

That had all changed now. And the loss of those possible futures seemed suddenly almost as good as the joys my new partner was already sharing with me. 

We hadn't even mentioned money or how we would fund our future together and it struck me as I lay there that this was entirely appropriate. I had no idea how much, if anything, Debbie had saved or whether she was due some inheritance or something, and it didn't matter in the slightest. And that wasn't because I had thirty thousand pounds in savings, either - which I did - but because we only really needed each other and our fares to wherever we ended up going. Even the term 'savings' became irrelevant. What was mine would be hers as well, because what was my life would be shared with her.

I almost floated out of the bed, my heart filled with lighter-than-air love, and I padded through to the kitchen via the bathroom at the foot of the stairs. Relieved and increasingly hungry, I made my way into the strange kitchen and finally located some bacon and an opened loaf of bread, presumably the same one that Debbie had used the day before.

Bacon was soon sizzling in a rather nice frying pan and the bread was toasting lightly as I busied myself sorting out much-needed coffee. I was sipping the steaming brew when Debbie padded into the kitchen behind me.

"Morning, gorgeous. Did you actually know it's only five in the morning?"

I set the mug down and welcomed her in a sleepy embrace, ""Hiya, Debbie, and yeah, we fell asleep way too soon last night. I was hoping to bring you breakfast in bed, but you beat me to it."

She perched on a stool and yawned, "I blame the rather unusual exercise, not to mention one extraordinary decision. Still sure about taking time out?"

"More sure than you can imagine, just so long as it's with you."

"I love that sentiment, but isn't it a bit early for the pass-the-bucket stuff?"

I could only agree, "True, but what about you going back to bed so I can bring you a bacon butty?"

"Finally we find a difference between us - I never eat breakfast in bed. But I'd still show how much I appreciate the thought - if I weren't so sore. That Dominator must have really been pressing hard on an awkward spot so god knows how you feel this morning."

Peeing had been rather painful and I winced at the memory, "Not too bad, I guess, but I have a feeling that a certain part of my anatomy needs a break. Not that I am complaining in the slightest."

"It felt so weird," Debbie laughed, pouring a coffee, "but kinda 'right' somehow. It was such a joy looking into your eyes as you climaxed."

"I was thinking the same thing about your baby blues, and boy did I cum hard. You're an expert with it already but it's still my turn next."

She sipped at her coffee and then nodded, "I won't deny you the pleasure. It was fantastic from my end so hell knows what it must have been like for you. Although I think your reaction kinda tells me."

I turned to the frying pan and rescued the bacon from death by heat exhaustion, "I would say I can't wait but I think a certain sore part of me might object. Is that okay with you?" I had finished making the sandwiches and handed Debbie a plate.

She set it on the counter and pulled me close, "Tell you what, my gorgeous angel, on the grounds that I'm sore as well and on the grounds that we have an eternity of playing still to come - and cum - I'll agree to a few hours off. But I want lots of kisses instead."

I found her lips and paid her the first of the smooches, "That's a deal - just so long as part of that eternity includes me getting to play with you on a Mediterranean beach soon."

The kiss was returned, "Deal it is, but we'd better make sure it's a deserted one - wolf-girl!"

"Was I that loud?" I knew I could be but genuinely couldn't remember.

"Oh yes. That's another great thing about our new toy; I've never been up at the noisy end with you before when you've been climaxing. That was incredibly good."

I shrugged, not even the slightest bit embarrassed, "You were the one doing it to me. I loved it. And I love you."

We kissed again, our motions becoming slightly frenzied, our hands roaming, exploring - before an admittedly gentle finger at my groin made me wince.

"Sorry!"

"Sorry!"

We'd said it together, and laughed together as well. Somehow that one tiny word and the laugh afterwards cemented our already strong bond even more tightly. Better yet, for me, was that I could see it in Debbie's eyes.

She laughed softly, "I guess that's definitely a 'later' then?"

I sighed, "I think you're right. That Dominator thing should come with a health warning."

"And ear plugs," Debbie nodded.

I playfully slapped her thigh, "Your fault."

"Don't worry, I'm not complaining. But anyway, we have to be busy with video images this morning so perhaps it's just as well."

"Very true. I hope they've all gone."

"We'll take the back route through the woods if you like? We can stake the place before we go in."

"Sounds good to me. Plus, that way we can walk there naked like this. Looks like another sunny day."

She pulled me close again, "I'm beginning to hate dressing now that you're around. And I don't care about the weather, as long as I can see you."

We started to kiss again before a thought struck me, "Did you mean what you said about nudism?"

She paused and looked into my eyes, "It was kind of a joke at the time, but thinking about it now, as long as we're miles away where no one knows us... yeah, maybe I would give it a try. Would you?"

In just a few days I'd got used to the thrill of air on my exposed body, and then there was Debbie... "As long as you stay by my side, yes."

"Or on top?"

I laughed, "I'm not sure anyone would allow that!"

"Fair enough. How about always by your side unless there's no one else around?"

"That's another deal then. Yes."

"Good. Now let's finish this delightful breakfast and get to your place."

I turned and saw that half of my bacon sandwich looked decided ragged, "Have you been nibbling my butty while my back was turned?"




A Discovery Ch. 10



She shrugged and gave me a painfully innocent look, "Not me, angel, must have been one of the gerbils."

I snatched her own sandwich out of her hand and spun away, already chomping at it through my giggles, "Call me a gerbil then!"

Her left hand snaked around to my groin inducing just enough of a wince for her to liberate the stolen butty with her right. "Naughty gerbils need a lesson!"

I froze but didn't move her hand from my belly, "You know, I'd even agree if you hadn't already fucked the life out of a certain part of me."

He sprayed crumbs over my shoulder, "My pleasure."

"Oh and mine, I think."

We finished up in the kitchen with just the occasional kiss and then headed out into her parents' garden, still naked, still smiling.

I held my arms outstretched, "It feels glorious!"

"It does, but I bet you won't be saying that in January."

"Perhaps we'll be somewhere nice and warm. What say we follow the sun?"

"Sounds like a great idea. But right now, let's get your brother out of our hair."

I took her hand and we walked down the lawn to the woods, skirting around the slightly dug out area - a nascent pool Debbie informed me - before standing in the shade of the first large oak we come across.

"You look great standing next to that old thing - the ages," Debbie told me.

"I won't say anything about comparatives with who I always seem to stand next to now. That's an odd thing to say though - I mean, this old thing," I patted the flaking bark, "must be a hundred years older than me. I'm rather glad I look different. Unless there's something you're not telling me!"

She smiled, "You barely look twenty, don't fret. I just meant that you look so fresh and young and that tree looks absolutely ancient. It'd make a great photo."

"Says the sudden expert."

That brought a laugh, "Did you know my dad's a professional photographer? I learned a lot from him but I'm no expert. Good enough to know that would be a great pic, though."

"There is no way on this planet I'm posing here for him!"

"Silly! I meant I'd like to take one. A few."

I normally hated being photographed fully clothed, but even naked as I was, I had a sudden desire to become Debbie's model. "Well, maybe one day when you're actually wearing enough to carry a camera."

She walked up to me and I was rewarded with a long, slow kiss, "Must be a day for deals then, because that's another one."

Debbie changed the subject immediately, beginning to discuss how we would check out my parents' place, and I just knew that was to ensure I couldn't change my mind about posing out here for her - and I didn't care one jot or iota.

Despite the growing familiarity with our nakedness outside, we were both pretty relaxed until the house came into view, and that relaxation returned when, after twenty minutes, we were both pretty convinced that the house was now empty. The back door lock had been none-too-gently forced, presumably by one of the guys in their desperation for cover, and a quiet check inside revealed nothing but silence. After an age, I ventured up the stairs and hovered quietly outside my brother's room, then waved Debbie up to join me, finally convinced that we were alone.

We were still communicating through hand gestures, intent on staying silent just in case I was wrong, but after a few minutes checking first the bathrooms and then, with much trepidation, my brother's room, we finally let out sighs of relief.

"I don't think he even slept here last night," I said, my voice still low regardless.

Debbie nodded, "The kettle was stone cold as well, so I think you're right. Now where did you put the cameras?"

I led the way and we were soon in possession of two flash cards and two racing hearts. Probably for slightly different reasons. "Back to yours now?" I asked her.

She nodded, "Let's get this done and let the revenge commence."

And with that, we slipped back out into the woods, the house once more secured, the little drives safe in an envelope tucked underneath my only piece of 'clothing' - my watch.

We'd been walking less than five minutes when Debbie's hand on my shoulder brought me to a halt.

"Is that thing secure there?"

"The envelope? Yeah. I even carry stuff like that when I have proper clothes on!"

"Trust me, you look even better without." Her hand slipped over my shoulder and brought a gasp from my lips as she cupped my left breast, "Much, much better."

I let out a deep breath, her hand exciting me almost as much as my first taste of being naked out there among the trees, "You don't look so bad this way yourself." My own hands found her hips and I pulled her close. "Why did you ask about the drives?"

She laughed and stepped back, taking my hand, "How about we detour slightly and take the footpath for a while?"

"You do realise that it's most people's normal breakfast time and that it's a Saturday?"

"Which roughly translates as 'there might well be people out walking their dogs or whatever', right?"

I nodded, "Got it in one."

"So, it's no to the detour then?"

I stepped forward and kissed her before taking her hand, "I'm neither chicken nor gerbil. Let's do it!"

With that I turned and trotted towards the path, Debbie right behind me. As we approached the stand of bushes between the woods and the path I slowed just slightly, "How about," I said, puffing a little, "we take the ultimate dare and not stop before the path?"

I swear I could feel Debbie's eyes widen behind me - and I could definitely hear the laughter in her voice, "Deal day carries on!"

The bushes had seemed quite a long way away really when I'd said such a daring thing, but they now approached with a rush and every fibre of my being lit up as we parted the first leaves and branches. Anyone could be out there and my nakedness was suddenly far from normal and comfortable. My nipples, already tingling, sprang to rock-hardness and it felt as if my pussy was so very exposed to anyone's eyes.

But I never stopped and Debbie piled through the foliage right beside me now.

We plunged out of the bushes and onto the asphalt surface of the path, both of us spinning from right to left to check how clear the coast was. For a few moments safety seemed to settle back over me, no matter that I felt more exposed than I could ever recall before. But then we heard a dog bark.

"Oh, not again!" Debbie hissed, giggling, "Doggies do seem to love pussies!"

I snorted a laugh, trying to stay quiet but failing. The bark had emanated from somewhere to our right, thankfully in effect where we were coming from rather than heading to. I gripped Debbie's hand harder and yanked her after me as I started to trot to somewhere near where we would need to get back into the woods to approach her place. "He's miles away," I said to her, still glancing behind us, "we'll be plenty safe."

Debbie was anxiously looking over her shoulder as well, "I do hope you're not wrong, because-" 

"Hell's bells and by jove!"

The un-mistakenly male voice snapped our heads back in the direction we'd been trotting and we slipped to a halt.

An elderly gent was standing in the centre of the path no more than ten feet in front of us, his mouth, surrounded by the purest white beard, gold-rimmed spectacles balancing on the end of the sort of nose that might make Rudolph jealous. More to the point, his rheumy brown eyes were latched very firmly onto the sights that we were presenting, still uncovered in our shock meeting.

"Shit," Debbie cursed, her hands now flying together to cover her modesty, "I am so sorry!"

"Me too," I managed, my own hands copying my girlfriends and settling over breasts and bush. I'd considered turning around to hide things but stopped myself when I realised that would only allow him to see my naked butt.

"Tish and nonsense," he chortled - a word I've heard but never needed to use before - and he stood straighter but somehow relaxed at the same time, "My young ladies - of which there can be no doubt - I'm almost eighty-five, don't ya know, and your apologies are totally unnecessary. You are without doubt the loveliest young damsels I've had the pleasure to see in three decades. Like the sun, by any chance?"

We were so very exposed, so shocked, so visible to this male stranger... and yet. And yet, for all of that, I didn't feel in the least bit threatened or scared. From somewhere deep inside myself, I found my voice. "We... we weren't expecting anyone to be about. It was just such a lovely day and... well, and we're loving the sun, yes, and loving being with each other."

The old gent pushed his spectacles back up his nose and gave another throaty chuckle, "Young love, huh? I have the strongest feeling that old muggins here wouldn't have stood a chance with such lovelies as you even if he were seventy years younger, what?" 

Debbie managed to return the laugh, the nervousness in her voice belying the confidence she tried to portray, "With that sort of charming comment, you just might."

"Ah, you're teasing an old man now," his chuckling was almost incessant, "but not to worry. You two get along and if you don't want to be surprised again, I'd stick to the trees if I were you. I'm not the only dog walker out here about now, and some of the others might be a tad faster than me, not to mention far less gallant."

"I think you're right," I said, "And thanks."

"Gratitude as well as great looks? My word, young lady, it really should be this old man thanking you."

I laughed, surprised by the ease with which the sound emerged, almost equally surprised when Debbie joined in the laughter beside me. "Maybe we can have a proper chat one day," I said, "When we have a few more clothes on, anyway."

"That would be a delight, although you needn't worry too much about yer dress sense, don't ya know? I haven't raised more than a smile for twenty years!"

Despite the twinkle in his deep brown eyes, I could see the honesty there. And he still hadn't moved a muscle towards us. He carried an ornate cane with a golden ram's head but he was barely leaning on it, and despite his obvious great age he still looked lithe and fit. He was also looking a little sad.

"Well," I said, "that sounds horrid, but I hope our sudden appearance was more a pleasure than a fright." 

"Oh, I can reassure you right there, young lass. I might be a bit decrepit in some areas, but my mind still appreciates the beauty of the pair of you. You know, I had yet another birthday last week and yet this is the best present I've received in so many years!"

I was slightly shocked, but somehow not surprised, when I felt Debbie's hand wrest mine away from my breasts. I didn't resist, and maybe even felt a little pride as my small breasts were exposed. I knew that Debbie was just as naked as me, just as intent on giving a little birthday present to the apparently charming old man. After our games I knew that I'd been seen naked or half-naked before, but this was oh-so different. I was volunteering my nudity, I was deliberately showing this man my breasts... and I let my other hand slip down. 

I could feel Debbie's sharp intake of breath before, unseen to me but clearly not to the elderly gent, she shifted slightly and I knew that she had, just like me, opened herself up completely to his eager view.

My confidence seemed to soar for a reason that I couldn't place. When I spoke my voice was shockingly calm, even to me, "I guess we mean, happy belated birthday."

"Yes," Debbie said, her voice strengthening from the first syllable, "happy birthday."

The old man whistled softly, "Girls - young ladies - as gifts pertain, surely you have provided me with a wealth..." he paused and withdrew a bright, white handkerchief from the top pocket of his shirt. After dabbing at his lips he cocked his head to one side and made no pretence of staring the length and breadth of our naked bodies, "A wealth of beauty. I seldom swear, you understand, but I have just have to say damnation in all its glory. You are both so svelte, so firmly defined, so - I have to say it - sexually divine. My body might be past physical reaction but I assure you that deep in my mind, I have the most ragingly hard arousal. You are both so delightfully, wonderfully, beauteous."

"Thank you," I managed.

"Yes," Debbie agreed, "Thank you so much."

He waved the handkerchief dismissively, "Stuff and nonsense, ladies. I assure you that the pleasure of seeing you in such glory is entirely mine, and..." he paused again, and without any embarrassment laid his free hand on the front of the dark-green trousers he wore. He let loose a quiet chuckle, "Well I never, and will wonders never cease? I don't mean to alarm you in any way, but I feel the most long-lost stirrings here." He paused again and finally shrugged, "Forgive me for being a tad rueful, but the miracle didn't last more than a few seconds. Still, that was a stirring I never thought I'd ever fee again. What a fantastic day!"

I was surprised by the momentary sadness I felt but buoyed immensely when Debbie's grip tightened and I knew she felt something similar.

Before we could say anything, though, the old man's head shot upright and he glanced behind him, "Nothing else might work so well any longer, but the old ears are still as keen as those of a bat. I fear that a couple of old biddies - almost my age, for goodness' sake - are upon this very path and bearing down upon us currently no more than fifty yards or so adrift. I really don't want to see you depart, but I fear their reception of your stunning nude bodies might be a tad less welcoming than mine."

Debbie nodded, "I guess we'd better get moving."

"Shame, but yes," I agreed. "Might we see you here again one day?"

He nodded, "I confess I walk this path every morning, come rain or the blessed shine we see today. I do so hope, already, that our paths will cross again. And might I add, that even if the next time those paths intertwine, you are both dressed, I shall not complain in the slightest. "Although I must also confess that the thought of your nakedness will not leave my mind for long! Now, hurry up ladies and leave your nudity with me alone out here."

"Thanks again," I turned to Debbie, "Shall we go back then?"

"I guess we'd better. Come on then."

She turned to the bushes on our left and took a few steps with me right behind her before she halted and spun to face me. "There's just time," she assured me.

Of what that was I didn't realise at first until she gave a little giggle and dashed back to the path, this time angling straight for the old gent. I watched with my jaw slightly loose as she slipped to a halt right in front of him, grabbed his shoulders and kissed his furry cheek. 

"Happy birthday!"

Without a second thought I ran back to the pair of them, pushed between them and repeated Debbie's gesture, "Yeah, happy birthday!"

"Oh I say! My gratitude knows no bounds! How am I even saying this, but quickly now, take those luscious bodies to the safety of the foliage. They'll be in my dreams as I travel ever deeper into my dotage. Go on now."

With that he gave both of our bare backsides the gentlest of slaps. As we giggled - yes, really - he let loose a chuckle, "Well, can you really blame a silly old man like me?"

We both leant in and gave him another quick peck, giggling. "I'll let you off," I assured him.

"Yeah," Debbie agreed, taking my hand, "As it's your birthday!"

The sound of two elderly ladies reached our ears then and we spun around and dashed into the trees, heedless - and later, we agreed, quiet happy - that the elderly gent would be watching our rapidly retreating, naked, butts.

We were still giggling like girls half our ages when we reached Debbie's parents' place. Cogent speech was beyond our powers until I handed Debbie the envelope containing the flash drives when she finally fired up her computer.

She plugged the first of the cards into a mysterious slot on the side of the laptop and took a deep breath as she clicked away at the keyboard.

"I'm impressed," I told her. "Looks like you know your way around that thing."

She shrugged, "That's what comes of going to college with a bunch of geeks. The sex was diabolical but at least I learned how to use one of these things properly. Now let's see if we got some good footage."

A large window popped open and a few seconds later it filled with a view of my parents' back garden. I was about to say that nothing seemed to be happening when Debbie muttered 'yes!' and pointed to one side of the screen. I leaned closer and sure enough, three figures appeared.

They were all naked and very obviously - especially the blonde-haired one - male. There was him, the one with dark hair and then there was Ben.

The last time I'd seen them they had been rather obviously aroused and now, although the erections had died away from their peaks, they looked more frustrated and less obviously excited. I found myself looking at all of them, including my brother, and to my surprise the sight of him didn't horrify me as it would have done just days - hours - before.

"He's not a monster to me anymore," I said quietly, ostensibly to Debbie, but probably just as much for my own benefit, "Just one of the bastards who tried to perv on us."

"That's good, right?"

I nodded, "Makes it even easier for me to say get the uploads started and let's get the payback under way."

"Good girl. All I need to do now is set up a couple of fake accounts and those three pricks will be pasted all over the place."

I sat back and watched my girlfriend's fingers fly over the keyboard. "Sure you won't miss them?"

"If those three have an accident with a paper shredder when they're dressed like that the only tears that'll pour from these eyes will be caused by laughing."

I gave a soft laugh, "No, I meant those things between their legs."

"Cocks? Nope and never. I've got you now. What's your take on dick-depravation?"

"Same as yours for sure. You and the Dominator will make sure of that, I've no doubt," I paused to giggle at the image on the screen which currently showed the three young guys arguing forcefully about the use of a large rock, presumably a key-substitute as far as the blonde guy was concerned. Willies were waving about almost as much as hands. "And looking at that shower just makes that a guarantee."

"Good! Now, are you sure about this?"

"Totally. As long as you are."

"I think you should press the button for the first upload though, after all, your brother started it."

"Yeah, you're right. As ever. Which button do you mean?"

Debbie pointed to the 'enter' key and I leaned over and hit it with a quiet 'yes!', kissing her cheek as I stood back.

"One down, two to go. Then we get some more footage from the other flash and we're done," she told me.

"Do you really think lots of people will see this stuff?"

"Thousands, I promise."

I kissed the back of her head and sat back to watch revenge in the making. For once in his life Ben wasn't going to be able to call on our dad to save his sorry, and, I had to grudgingly admit, rather pleasant-looking butt.

"Tell you what," I said, "How about you and me rest up this afternoon then actually put something on for once and go have a few drinks later?"

Debbie paused in her keyboard assault and turned to face me, "On the grounds that there's a painful pussy or two in the house, I'm all for that. Maybe we can start planning our first trips, as well."

"On the grounds that this is the day for deals, I agree whole-heartedly. I'll even let you choose what we wear."

"Now that," Debbie said, turning back to the laptop, "will not take long."



A Discovery Ch. 11



"You must be joking!"

Debbie grinned at me, "Nope. Why do you say that?"

"I'm not even sitting down and you can almost see my pussy in this dress!"

"Dallas, I've had the joy of seeing your pussy all day long and anyway, you did say I could choose what we wore tonight."

It was true, I had said that... but there was almost nothing of the dress. I looked at my reflection in her full-length mirrored wardrobe. The garment was strappy and loose on top - very loose - but clung to my hips, the short skirt portion just a few inches long. I arched my back, thrusting my hips forward, and could see a few millimetres of very pink flesh between my legs. "Debbie! This is almost obscene!"

She came up behind me and cuddled up tight, "You are in no way obscene. Just very, very tempting in that."

I bumped her with my butt and leaned forward a little bit. The top of the dress now hung away from my body and a turn to my left let me see that my - admittedly small - breasts were now completely visible. "Look! You can even see my tits!"

Debbie moved back close behind me and her right hand snaked inside the top of the garment and cupped a breast, my rigid nipple nestling into her palm. "Better yet I can feel them. This dress has never looked so hot."

I moaned in a mixture of pleasure and horror, "You mean you've actually worn this thing before?"

"Yep. But bear in mind I'm a couple of inches shorter than you and maybe half a boob size smaller."

"Why don't you wear it then and find me something a little less revealing?"

She squeezed my breast lightly, "No way. I want everyone to stare at my gorgeous girlfriend."

"They'll be staring at your silly girlfriend's vag at this rate!"

"And thinking 'lucky her' if they do!"

"Or they'll see my tits!"

"Then they'll be thinking 'ever luckier her'. You have divine tits and I don't care who knows. Anyway, a few hours ago you were showing a lot more than a tiny glimpse to a complete stranger, and you said it was my choice tonight."

I thought back to the old gentleman's rheumy brown eyes and shivered with an odd mixture of excitement and acceptance. "I never expected you to choose something so daring. Can't I at least wear panties?"

"Let me think," Debbie's hand left my breast and snaked down to gently cup my sex, "No. But put it this way: I really, really want to show everyone how hot my girlfriend is, and if you wear this for me I will do absolutely anything for you next time. And I mean anything."

"Guys come on to us the other night and we weren't wearing anything this revealing!"

"So? If you end up disappearing with someone like that it will just tell me I made a mistake falling in love with you, right?"

I spun to face her, "You know that won't happen. Is this just some sort of test for you?" I wasn't really mad at her but the thought crossed my mind.

She kissed me gently, "No. I just want to show you off, I promise."

I returned the kiss, "Right answer, Terror, but... well, this is almost too daring for words."

"Didn't you say that you have gotten to love being naked? I reckon if we have to cover up then this is the most we'll need."

"This feels somehow more daring than being nude!"

Debbie giggled, "Yeah it kinda looks it." She grabbed my left hand and pushed it down to her own sex where she stood, still naked, in front of me, "Feel what it's doing to me!"

I could hardly deny how wet and warm she felt and that, more than anything else, had me saying what I would have thought impossible just a few days before. "Ok, then. I'll do it. But just you remember it's my free choice next time - and that goes for whatever we're doing, right?"

Debbie shrugged, "Fantastic, and yeah, that's what I said, and that's what I meant. Anything at all."

I shook my head, trying to clear a thousand jumbled thoughts, "I must be mad. What will you wear tonight?"

She let me go and crossed to the wardrobe, quickly pulling free a normal enough summery dress - mid-thigh long, low-topped but, as became clear when she slipped it on, a little tighter than mine. "How about this one?"

"Blue suits you, but your own skin is better."

"I think you can pretty much see my skin through this," she closed the wardrobe door and looked at her own reflection, "Look, you can see my nips! Perhaps I'd better choose another..."

"Oh no, fair's fair if I have to wear this. And besides, it's bright in here. If we find somewhere pretty dark no one will see those gorgeous nipples." It was my turn to stand behind her and I cupped her delightful breasts, "And if I stand like this then no one could see anyway."

"True," she sighed, "but that would get us thrown out of the place. Plus it hides your own beauty."

"Might be worth it. Perhaps we should stay here anyway and-" 

She wriggle out of my grasp, "Nice try, angel, but I want lots of eyes on you tonight!"

I looked up at my reflection and straightened the hem of my dress so that I was - for now, at least - covered properly, "I must be mad, but for you... okay. Terror."

"Your Terror and don't forget it. I'm going to book the taxi!"

I trailed after her into the little office at the top of the stairs, "Will you do me one favour?"

Phone already to her ear, Debbie raised her eyebrows, "What's that?"

"Can we go somewhere miles away?"

She laughed, "I figured the further the better. I want you looking sexy not scared."

Relieved in an odd way, I still listened to make sure she named a village a few miles distant as our destination.

After that we went down the stairs to wait, collecting just our cash and a small make-up kit each which were deposited in two tiny clutch bags. There seemed to be more material making up the bags than there was making up my dress, and yet there I was ready to do what Debbie wanted, It was love, I figured.

Love or not, my heart still started racing when the taxi driver pulled up outside. The light had faded from the sky by then - for which I was immensely grateful - but I still kept myself partially hidden behind Debbie as we made our way out to the cab.

The vehicle was small enough that the driver couldn't see how high the dresses rode up on the back seat and to my mild shock I sat back and let Debbie enjoy the view of my highly visible pussy. I made sure she did all the talking though - I just didn't trust my voice.

The journey felt daring from doorstep to destination, but I relaxed a little in the half hour it took. My heart, though, started to race again as we pulled up outside a rambling country pub - and almost jumped into my throat when Debbie paid the driver and he told us that he was 'sure we'd have a great time'.

I slipped out of the vehicle, hiding my dress rearrangement behind the open rear door until I felt decent enough, then stood beside my girlfriend as the taxi pulled away.

"Come on then," she said softly, "It's time for whoever is in the place to see just how lucky I am!"

"Do you really love me?"

Debbie laughed, "I really, really do. And you are making me one proud little Terror."

"Good," I said, "Because I'm only doing this out of love. And possibly, insipient madness."

"First drink is on me then. That's good for madness."

"I sincerely hope so," I sighed as my little Terror headed for the door. 

With a shuddering nervousness, tinged with a delicious pride, I followed her footsteps down the path and into a large dance area beside a long, high bar.

I was being more daring than I could ever recall - but not bold enough to go up to the bar next to Debbie. I found a tall shelf in one of the darkest corners of the long room and stood, nervously, next to it. The dance floor was already half full and I was relieved that our entry had apparently gone pretty much unnoticed, and equally relieved when Debbie delivered a tall glass of what tasted like a very fruity, very strong vodka. I drained half of it in three long swallows.

"Better?" she asked.

"A tiny bit I guess."

She took my hand and squeezed it, "I'm so proud of you, you know? Both because you're mine and because you've been this daring."

"This silly, you mean - but I'm happy to be yours."

I was starting to relax - perhaps the vodka was working quickly - but my tension returned at the speed of light when a young guy peeled away from a group on the dance floor and headed our way. I gripped Debbie's hand even tighter.

"Hey ladies! Congratulations!"

"To what do we owe your fulsome wishes?" Debbie's voice was cool.

The guy grinned and made no attempt to hide a head-to-feet look at both of us, "Congratulations on making this place suddenly so fucking gorgeous."

I felt awfully exposed - but deliciously exposed as well when Debbie laughed, "I'm not sure whether to thank you or tell you to fuck right off."

"I'd prefer the former," the guy said without the slightest hesitation, "but I will admit that I might have sounded a little coarse. There again, you two do take decent words out of my head. You're seriously fu... damned cute."

I could feel way too much fresh air on my legs and I knew I didn't dare turn even a degree sideways in case the top of the dress moved away from me. But this guy's plain, open words sent a shiver through me. From somewhere I found my voice, "I've heard more polite compliments before, but I guess dressed this way we shouldn't expect more."

"Dressed this way," Debbie added, "to please ourselves. If it pleases you as well, then hey, good."

"I'm Tom," the guy went on seamlessly, "And I assure you, it's very, very good. Can I buy you both a drink? No strings."

"Go on then," Debbie said, "Just so long as 'no strings' means no pestering. Two large vodkas, straight."

"Fair enough, just so long as 'no pestering' doesn't mean I can't come back in an hour and ask for a dance?"

The thought of dancing with this guy or one of his friends sent a shiver through my entire body, and I was grateful when Debbie just shrugged and said "I guess that will be acceptable."

The guy tipped an imaginary hat and spun away towards the bar.

"Debs!" I hissed, "I'm really not sure I dare take a single step on the dance floor in this thing!"

She laughed, "No one said we'd have to agree to a dance, but oh angel, that was so hot. Tell me you don't agree?"

I drained the rest of my drink, "I feel like the naughtiest girl ever - for you. And yeah, okay , I love it if you do."

"I do, and let me tell you, even in this murky place, you look sizzlingly hot. Feel it?"

Her words seemed to electrify my skin and I could feel every point where the dress hung against me - and where it didn't. "I feel it," I said.

"Just looking at you is making me feel totally wet!"

"Oh shush!" I could feel a blush rising. And heat in my groin.

She drained her own glass, "You know," she said, "I was wondering just how much of a turn on it would be to see guys ogling you, and it's even hotter than I dared hope."

I glanced around and saw more than one pair of eyes staring across at us, "They're checking you out as well."

"Yeah but mostly you and those gorgeous legs. You mind?"

I shook my head, realising I didn't. "There's not any other girls really looking though. Does that make us the only... well, lesbians, I guess, in here?"

She laughed again, "I don't think it's something too many would make a show of. Besides, I bet there are a few straights who are starting to wonder if a little Sapphic pleasure might not be called for, the way you look. After all, it was only a week or so ago when I thought I was straight as a die!"

"I know that feeling well enough!"

Debbie made a show of looking around the room, "I have a feeling one or two female looks we're getting are from girls who're worried they'll lose their guys to us!"

"Because I - we - look so available?"

"No! Because you're gorgeous and those legs... oh, hang on, here comes Tom."

"Ladies! Your beverages. Enjoy!"

We took the proffered drinks with polite 'thank yous' and waited for his next move.

"Okay," he said, "I don't really want to, but I'll leave you in peace for a while and get back to my undoubtedly jealous mates. I promise I won't pester, but I also promise that if you're still here an hour from now I will definitely be back to ask for a dance. Fair enough?"

Debbie nodded, "Thanks again."

"Yeah," I managed, "That's very kind."

"The pleasure," Tom said, "is all mine, I assure you." He turned away and then spun back, "Just quickly, I have to say... those legs," he stared down at the acres if flesh I was showing off, "they are fucking hot." With that he dashed back towards the group of guys across the dance floor.

Beside me, Debbie giggled, "Fucking hot, and hot fucking."

I playfully slapped her arm, "And getting hotter, so shush, Terror." Tom's words were making me almost painfully aware of just how short the dress was. And quite suddenly, I was feeling glad about it.

I started to think my new girlfriend might be a mind reader when she giggled, "You're beginning to enjoy this, aren't you?"

"What? No... I mean, I'm more than happy to make you happy, of course, but, well, do you realise just how close I am to flashing my vag to a bunch of strangers here?"

"Realise? Oh Dallas, angel, I do! And I love it. Are your legs getting tired?"

Her sudden change of tack flummoxed me, "Tired?"

Her giggle turned darker, full of delicious naughtiness, "Yeah, tired. Don't you need to sit down for a while? Tom will be ages yet."

My eyes widened, "Do you honestly think I'd dare sit down wearing this dress? It wouldn't cover anything!"

"What if I said 'I hope you do'?"

"Debbie!" I choked back an unexpected giggle of my own.

"Keep your knees together and no one would see anything."

"You really are a Terror!" I could suddenly see myself as I would look if I dared do anything so outrageous, and started to wonder why the hell the thought was making my insides tremble with something that was approaching excitement. "I couldn't be sitting down like that when a guy came over here - and you know full damned well that Tom will be heading back here soon enough!"

She kissed my cheek, just to the side of my mouth, "We probably won't ever come back here, you know?"

My eyes widened, "Are you serious?"

Debbie nodded, "Just the thought of you being that daring is starting to get be so excited I think I'll need to start worrying about having a spontaneous orgasm."

"You're serious, aren't you?" The question was asked as much to cover my sudden confusion as it was to discover whether she was serious about her naughty desire. To my growing horror, the whole concept was making me wetter by the second.

"Dallas, angel, I love how sexy you are. We're going to travel miles together and I have a feeling a lot of people are going to find that out for themselves. Why don't we start here? Baby, remember it'll be your turn to make all the decisions next and I'm already committed to do absolutely anything at all that you want of me. If you do this, I'll frig myself silly in a convent if you ask. Totally anything."

Circuits deep within my brain began to put on a half-decent firework display. I felt even more exposed than before, and far more happy with that fact. "What if someone tries to take advantage? What if-" 

"You're mine, angel; I'll be no more than a few feet away and I swear I'll protect you with my life."

"Terror!"

"Your Terror, Dallas."

I could scarcely believe myself when I managed a shrug, "If it means that much to you..."

I would have said more, but Debbie slammed her glass on the shelf behind us and almost run to collect two free stools from a little further along the wall. She was dragging them back towards us before I could even react, and they were set next to each other - facing the entire dance-floor - before I managed to find my voice. "Just... make sure you stand in front of me while I perch on there, okay?"

"Totally!" She raised a hand, "But I'll get us another drink before you get up there, okay?"

"Bring the bottle, because I think I'm officially mad."

"Officially the hottest thing ever. Won't be a minute!"

She was back with fresh vodkas before I could even string together two cogent thoughts. We didn't - couldn't - say a word as the drinks were set on the shelf and then she moved in front of one of the stools, her eyes indicating she would provide the tiny bit of privacy I needed.

My heart seemed to stop as I slid up to the stool. Its seat was just about level with the tops of my thighs and I had to lever myself up just a little to slide back onto the cool surface. The hem of the dress rode up and I felt the bare skin of my butt meet the plastic, and with a shuddering thrill, felt fresh air caress my suddenly exposed pussy. Debbie stared down, licking her lips, the colour in her cheeks flaring bright even in the murk of the old bar, and I let my legs open for a few seconds before snapping my knees together. I grabbed at her jaw, pulling her close, kissing her with far more force of desire than I could ever have imagined.

She returned the pressure of the kiss before standing back, her blue eyes wide, "Excuse my French but you are the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen."

"Not the sluttiest?" I managed.

She shook her head, "No way. Ready for me to sit beside you yet?"

I looked down. The hem of the dress ended just - and only just - at the top of my thighs. If my legs were opened even a tiny bit I would expose the very centre of myself. The now very damp centre of myself. I looked up into Debbie's eyes, "Yes," I managed, "I'm ready."

She swung onto the other stool in one easy movement, her own dress momentarily high enough to flash me a sight that wetted my appetite even further. She turned to me then, "Have I told you lately that I adore every tiny bit of you?"

"More or less, but I won't tire of it."

"Do you feel as hot as you look?"

"Like a volcano. If I looked as wet as I feel you'd start calling me puddle." I was feeling more daring and more audacious than at any time in my life.

"Oh, Dallas... let's start planning our trips!"

I breathed a sigh of relief - this was the sort of distraction I needed, and I guessed that Debbie know that. "Okay..." After a few seconds I managed to get my thoughts away from my current exposure and onto our plans, "How about we head down to the south of France first? The family went there on holiday three years back and I loved the countryside and the beaches and the funny little towns."

"I've never been that way before. It sounds like fun. Just so long as we don't have to carry too much baggage."

"If we dress like this all the time, a Tesco carrier bag each would be plenty!"

"Sounds good to me," Debbie agreed.

"Train or coach?"

She shrugged, "How about a plane first, I can afford it."

"It would make life easier, I guess, and I'm more than okay for cash."

"Same here," Debbie said, "I know it sounds a bit lame, but what's mine is ours from now on and, well, mum and dad have put a lot of savings aside for me."

"I have more than thirty grand in building societies and stuff," I admitted, "And that's ours now as well."

"You look like that's a bad thing," she said, "But if I said that was loose change to me, would that embarrass you too much?"

It was probably the third vodka that did it, "So, I've fallen for a gorgeous girl who has great tits and is rich as well?"

"I'd like to think my tits are great, but it's a certainty about the cash."

I stroked her shoulder, "They are definitely great, but the cash thing... that was just a joke you know? Are you really that well off?"

"Seriously loaded. Like I said, dad's a professional photographer and he earns totally stupid amounts. I think I'm some sort of tax break for him."

"Oh well, at least I fell in love with you when I thought you couldn't even afford clothes."




A Discovery Ch. 11



Debbie laughed, "I have a feeling that our wardrobe expenses won't be denting our savings." She beckoned me closer so I had to lean across to hear her next words, "And looking down about now," she whispered, "I can see that you may never need a bra ever again!"

I looked down sharply at my dress then straightened fast, "Terror! You knew that would make the dress show you my tits!"

"Yep!"

I was about to reach across and slap Debbie's thigh when a quiet cough had out heads snapping around to where Tom was standing with another guy, "Hello again, ladies, this is Iain and I was figuring that enough time has passed now for me to dare coming back here without you accusing me of pestering. Is that true?"

I clamped my thighs even more tightly together as Debbie replied for us, "It's only been fifteen minutes but I think I'll let you off. Hello again Tom, nice to meet you Iain. I'm Debbie and this is Dallas, by the way."

"Seriously?" Tom laughed.

"Seriously," I managed.

"Well, Debbie, Dallas, may Iain and I have the pleasure of a dance now that something slower is playing?"

I looked across at Debbie who gave me the tiniest of nods. I looked back to Tom, "How about you give us ten seconds and we'll follow you over there?"

The guys turned and almost sprinted back to the dance-floor. Just as soon as they were out of earshot, Debbie giggled, "Oh my god, Dallas!"

"Was I wrong to say yes?"

"No! Absolutely not! I just never thought I was lucky enough for you to dare say it!"

The impact of what I'd just agreed to with the guys started to hit home, and yet... and yet it was only serving to heighten my already excited sensations, "Like you said," I reminded her, "We won't come back this way, but just remember your promise to stay close and protect me."

"Don't worry about that," she said, standing quickly and moving between me and the gazes from the dance floor, "I wouldn't miss a second of this for the world."

With a giggle that was half nerves and half excitement, I slipped off the stool, my dress for a few seconds rising to my belly, completely exposing my naked sex. I stood fully erect, straightening the dress, and then shrugged at the slack-jawed Debbie, "Shall we?"

She grabbed my hand and spun me towards the dance floor, "Oh yes please!"

Walking up to where the guys were waiting was enough to make my knees tremble and my belly shudder, but I stayed right by Debbie's side until Tom offered me his hand as Iain motioned to my girl, my Terror. I stepped forward as the sounds of an ancient Roxy Music number swelled slowly and within a couple of seconds felt myself pressed against a clearly excited young man.

He began to sway to the rhythm and I felt invited to join in rather than compelled, which somehow made my compliance easier. I'd felt guys' erections pressing against me a good few times before during slow dances but Tom didn't - couldn't - know just how little material was between us. And yet I never pulled away.

Beside me, Debbie and Iain were equally close and I found the sight of her almost crushed against him arousing in a way that shocked me as much as it pleased me. 

The whole bundle of sensations were distracting my slightly bemused brain before I realised that Tom was saying something, "Sorry, what was that?"

He snorted a quiet laugh, "I was trying to politely say how attractive you are. Divine, in fact."

"That's... very kind of you."

"It's the least I can say. Politely, anyway."

"I'm not easily shocked, you know? Just say what you want." I wasn't sure I was believing my own mouth.

I was pulled slightly closer, "In that case, I just have to say that you are so fucking gorgeous it hurts!"

"It feels as if it must be pretty painful." 

"Oh Dallas, that's a cute thing to say in a weird way."

My brain was trying to tell me that it was a dirty thing to say. My mouth wasn't listening, "Well I think it's kinda cute that you're so obviously enjoying the sight of me."

"And the feel," Tom said with a sigh.

His right hand slid lower and cupped my butt cheek. I held my breath, and managed not to squeal when warm fingers met its bare flesh. Tight against me, Tom almost froze before regaining the rhythm. "Er, I love a girl in a thong," he muttered.

"You wouldn't like me, then." I said it firmly, loud enough for Debbie to hear.

"What?" he said.

"I'm not," I said slowly, "wearing one."

He pulled his head back for a moment to look into my face before whistling softly, "Do you mean what I think you mean?"

When I didn't answer - couldn't answer because even mouths have a limit apparently - he pulled me back to him and I felt his hand move very gingerly to the left. I could have justifiably pushed him away but I met Debbie's eager gaze, almost a beseeching challenge, and I felt something inside me let go. I pressed back against Tom.

His hand moved again until his middle finger slipped between the naked cheeks of my butt. I stifled a gasp and looked again at Debbie. She was biting her lower lip and nodding ever so slightly, her own movements now almost stationary.

The heat of the moment was washing over me, the look of love and lust in Debbie's eyes was swamping my sensibilities. I swayed tightly against Tom and shifted my leg a fraction. His hand slid lower, that middle finger starting to move underneath me. I pulled him tighter against me and the reached out one hand to grasp Debbie's.

And then it was there.

The tip of Tom's finger slid along wet lips and with a tiny wriggle penetrated my eager folds. I muttered something like 'fuck yes' into his ear, gripping Debbie's hand with all my might. And then he pushed harder and that finger entered me.

I was on a strange dance floor with a strange guy's finger inside my pussy, my belly pressed against his erection, hanging on to my girl's hand, barely moving. His movements became more frantic and I realised he was as aroused as I was. I shifted my legs apart a little further, beginning to mutter nonsense into his ear.

For his part, Tom was saying 'yes' repeatedly, and for every thrust of his finger he matched it with a thrust of his groin.

"I want..." he managed, "I need to cum in you!"

"Cum in your pants," I said, "Cum while you're fingering my naked pussy!"

I nearly wailed as he pressed that finger even deeper inside me and I felt him twitch madly before he froze with me tightly pressed against him.

Beside me, I felt rather than heard Debbie whimper.

The track had ended minutes before and the next one was just now drawing to an end. I was breathless and almost giddy as I finally managed to draw back. My mind was still in a whirl as I took Tom's surprised face between my hands and kissed his nose. "I'm not usually such a dirty fucker," I told him.

He was breathing heavily but managed a smile. "You're no dirty fucker, Dallas, you're way too gorgeous for that."

I smiled and turned to Debbie, "Time to go I think."

She nodded, "Yeah, I have the strongest feeling that sore pussy or no sore pussy, we need to get fucking sooner rather than later."

"I'm not sure I can wait that long," I complained, not sure if I was joking or not.

"You're not alone," Debbie actually groaned, "That had my juices pouring!"

"Not too much then?" I wasn't entirely sure I cared. The dress had been her choice, after all.

Debbie turned me to face her, "More than I dared hope for but in no way too much. I nearly put my own hand up your skirt as well."

"I don't know what came over me, but Debbie, Terror, I'm totally wet now."

"Sit down and finish your drink," she said.

"If I do, you know full damned well this dress will ride way up, don't you?"

She nodded, "So?"

I shrugged, "I guess it's a bit late for modesty now, right?" I was so turned on, I meant it totally and completely. I'd let some strange guy finger me so the least I could do was show my girl, my girlfriend, just what I wanted to share with her now and always. I made sure she was facing me and swivelled round. With barely a pause I slipped back onto the stool, the dress riding up high, exposing my overheated sex. "You'd better straighten that," I told her.

I almost fell off the stool as she cupped my naked pussy with an apologetic shrug, "We're not going out tomorrow. I am going to eat you all day long."

I hurriedly pushed her hand away, "Seriously, you have to stop. You're welcome to look here now but one touch too many and I will be screaming the place down."

Debbie shrugged, "I might not mind!"

We both looked around then. At least ten pairs of eyes were glued to us, only one pair of which were female. Debbie and I looked at each other for the longest time. Finally she broke the delightful silence. "Time for one more while the taxi gets here?"

I felt my whole body relax, shocking myself, "Call the taxi company first. The get those drinks and get your gorgeous butt back here as quick as you can. I have a feeling that we're going to get more than one more offer of a dance any time now."

She dashed off with her phone to her ear and I was left sitting there, now the attention point for maybe fifteen pairs of eyes. A tiny orgasmic tremor shivered deep within my belly and my shock turned to pride and pleasure, my thighs parting a tiny fraction.

In the end, after Debbie returned we turned down no less than seven offers of dances, one of which was from a woman a little older than us who have us a knowing look. She shrugged at our polite refusal and smiled. "Shame," she said, "but just to let you know - I think you are the perfect, hottest couple here. I come here a lot, so if you ever change your minds about a little... girly fun, just come and find me. They all know me here as Linda G."

The taxi driver appeared just after she left and we drained our glasses, now desperate to get home, almost trotting out to the car. Tom had intercepted us near the door and whispered something in my ear. In the taxi, Debbie demanded to know what he had said.

I sat back and laughed, "He said, and I quote: 'next time is it alright if I play with your friend'."

Debbie's mouth dripped open for a second. "What do you say?"

"I told him it would be a total pleasure." I grasped her hands in mine, "And you know what? I meant it."

Her eyes rolled, "I'm not sure I'm going to make it home before I climax," she whispered, "Now tell me again what he felt like on the dance floor."

Our voices were very low but I could tell the driver was listening intently. The last of my inhibitions melted away under the glare of my love and lust, "Well," I said, just loud enough for all present to hear, "he put his hand right under the back of my dress and realised I didn't have any panties on... Then he touched me..." I reached across and slid my hand under Debbie's own skirt, "Here!"

I didn't even notice the driver slamming on the brakes as Debbie, at first shocked, offered no resistance as my middle finger entered her positively steamy wetness. 

She sure didn't make it home before that climax she was close to. We didn't even make it out of the village. 

I couldn't help myself any more. The line had been crossed and all I cared about now was my pleasure. And Debbie's pleasure. 

I pushed her back into the corner of the rear seat and pulled up the he of her dress. My head dipped down almost of its own accord and the lips of my mouth met the lips of Debbie's sex, my tongue pushing and penetrating her. I dimly heard her moaning as I began to lap and kiss and suck, drinking down the juices that were now almost pouring from her.

I was half-kneeling, half on the seat and I pulled one of her hands up to my own heat and wetness, already grinding against her touch, oblivious to the driver who was muttering 'fuck' over and over. Or maybe not oblivious. I was enjoying his eyes on my naked rear as the dress rode high towards my hips, and I was loving the constant escalation of Debbie's moans of such pure pleasure.

My hands slid under her bare ass cheeks and I pulled her harder towards my eager mouth, my tongue probing deeply, my nose crushed against the hardness of her clit. Two of her fingers pushed inside me and I started to ride her hand, making no move to cover myself as my dress slipped down one arm, my breasts spilling free.

With a bellow of unadulterated and unleashed joy, Debbie started to spasm and buck, and the onset of what was obviously her powerful orgasm snapped the last chord inside me. I howled into her womanhood as the climax she had started so long ago with her choice of dress, which had continued with her choice of venue and the finger of a complete stranger buried inside me on the dance floor... everything combined, as the tsunami of love and lust tore through me. 

My head was spinning, tiny lights sparkling across by brain, and the floodgates opened. We were locked in orgasmic delight; fused in mutual satisfaction. 

Beneath me, I felt Debbie bucking once more as she made a second wave of delight known with a cry of 'Dallas! Yes!' Another monster wave hit me then and I was almost crying with pleasure. Those fingers inside me brushed against an area that sent dazzling lights bursting through my senses and I ground against her touch, another howl bursting from my lungs.

Wave after wave followed until I could feel a cramping of muscles deep within my belly. Debbie's thighs were either side of my head but she had climaxed so hard that my chin was now resting on her left leg - and yet my hearing was still muffled. Shards of light flickered across my vision and yet another wave of climax shuddered through me. Debbie was making a high, keening sound and I felt her buck again even as she gasped for air.

Happiness and contentment washed through me, and the light faded from my vision. I think I said 'I love you' but remember nothing more for several minutes.

I came to my senses slowly, aware of Debbie's arms around my shoulders and the soft purring of the car's engine just as it slowed to a halt.

My girlfriend's arms left me and I opened my eyes to see her handing the driver a banknote. He refused with a dry laugh and assured Debbie that he wouldn't go around bragging about what had happened in the back of his taxi. I didn't really care anymore, but my love for her deepened nonetheless. 

She opened the rear door then and slithered out before offering me a much-needed helping hand. I followed her without a word, simple smiling, and let her straighten my dress before she closed the door and the driver sped away with a bellowed 'thanks, ladies'.

"Now that," Debbie sighed as we started along her garden path, "was the climax to end all climaxes. I knew you'd look hot in that dress but you, my angel, were volcanic."

"You didn't mind that I couldn't control myself any longer?"

She opened her clutch bag and pulled out the front door key, "Mind? I was hoping you wouldn't be able to, I just never thought you'd be that daring!"

The front door was opened and I trailed after her into the house, "Nor did I," I told her, "But something's changed for me, I guess. I wasn't caring about anything just as long as you were happy."

"I was - and you seemed pretty delighted as well."

I reached down and pulled the dress over my head, barely feeling more naked, "That was like a revelation for me. Maybe my middle name should change to 'daring'."

"I like the sound of that," Debbie giggled, pulling her own dress off, "But right now, my angel, I need some sleep. Tomorrow is the start of a whole new future for us, right?"

I moved into her welcoming arms and considered her words before I answered. "Yeah, you're right. And I'm beginning to get the impression that you and I, together, are going to be turning a few heads wherever we go."

Debbie gave the softest of whimpers and pulled me tight. We shared a gentle kiss and then headed up to both her bed and a whole new future.



A Discovery Ch. 12



Part 2

I woke the very next day after our trip to the murky bar - which had brought about some very murky behaviour on my part - feeling new and more alive than ever before.

To my surprise I was not disgusted by what I'd done and even more happily, Debbie was delighted with the wildness I'd showed. I could understand it all properly then and it was like the lifting of the thickest veil from my eyes - it really didn't matter anymore what others thought of us, thought of my behaviour, thought of my body, even. And that was because Debbie and I had each other and everyone else was an irrelevance. It was total trust, pure and simple, and our acceptance of that massive fact simply freed us to be what we wanted to be, and do what we wanted to do.

Don't get me wrong. Being daring was still just as daring, just as thrilling - but now it was so much easier for both of us.

It sounds ridiculously easy in fact, doesn't it? Well that's true on one level, but actually finding the person who you can share with seems to be so much harder. But what did I really care? I had Debbie.

And we had plans.

By the Tuesday afternoon both of our respective colleges knew that we wouldn't be returning - in Debbie's case, they had even insisted that a place would be kept free for her should she change her mind in the next few months - and we had booked the first of our trips, flights to Nice with a hire car to be waiting for us at the airport. My parents were returning from their break at the weekend and Debbie's would be home the following Wednesday, so we would be leaving the very next day - the earliest opportunity. 

It gave us a chance to discover more about each other - and to monitor the number of hits that our uploaded video clips of my brother and his friends were receiving. It wasn't until the night before my parents came back until he realised what was going on, and boy was that a fun phone call I received.

Mostly, what Debbie and I found out about each other were coincidences. We had both been born in a small town near London, we both liked the same types of food (anything that wasn't still moving), we both loved the cinema (as mutual orgasms in the local Odeon proved on the Wednesday night), we both loved to swim (and happily discovered that skinny-dipping makes it even better despite being seen by a couple of passing fishermen), and, almost bizarrely, we both started menstruating on the same day. Sure it's not a pleasant subject, but there again, by sharing the same days, the maximum amount of the rest of the month was free for us.

Perhaps most intriguing of all was the fact that we were now both far more daring than we'd ever been before. Each day (until the Thursday when the aforementioned period-coincidence interrupted things) we had 'accidentally' flashed a stranger or two. Or four. And each time we followed it up with wildly abandoned sex. Despite my new-found confidence to be daring - something that was spreading fast to Debbie - I still found the experiences exciting in the extreme, or perhaps even more exciting because one element of the fear factor had diminished.

On the Friday, the second day of our enforced abstinence, we actually put half-way decent dresses on and left the house early to wander the footpath through the woods. 

"Do you think he will show up again today?" Debbie asked me.

I was about to say I doubted it when an elderly voice called 'what-ho!' from up ahead. "Looks like that's a yes."

Debbie laughed and we trotted forward to meet our elderly gentleman friend.

"Oh, I say," he boomed as we skipped to a halt in front of him, "As beautiful as I remembered, but a tad over-dressed, what?"

"Nature dictates," Debbie said, un-embarrassed, pointing down to her belly.

"A true curse if ever there was one," he laughed, "I've been dreaming about you two all week - as naked as you were last week, that is."

I laughed, "I think we're both very glad you enjoyed your birthday treat."

"Oh I did, I did. Between you and me and the trees, thoughts of you two even managed to stir a long-sleeping dragon!"

"For long enough?" Debbie asked, her eyes wide.

"You youngsters are not ashamed to ask personal questions, are you?"

"I think it's only fair," Debbie let loose the most girlish giggle I'd heard from her until then, "After all it was our naked bodies you were thinking of!"

He laughed then, "Touché, young lady. Very well, yes, I must confess to conjuring up a picture or two of you two to... help matters along."

"And," I added, eager to be part of the naughty conversation, "I seem to recall a pat on my bare butt when we had to leave you. Did that feature in your dreams as well?"

"Oh ladies. In my dreams I was much more lithe than I really am now and I allowed myself the pleasure of touching more than just your extremely well-muscled, highly attractive bottoms! Do forgive an old man his wild fantasies."

"You're forgiven," I said, my heart lurching into my throat.

"Yeah," Debbie agreed. "Who knows? If we hadn't been interrupted maybe that would have been your birthday treat!"

He leaned heavily on his cane, "I do hope my pacemaker can keep up with the strain! Such terrible teases you both are."

"Oh I agree with Debbie," I told him, my lips dry, "We said afterwards it was such a joy meeting you, and such a pity we couldn't hang around." Debbie's hand found mine and she squeezed it tightly. "That wasn't a tease, I promise you." Which was true.

He was silent for a few moments, looking back and forth between our wide eyes, "I'm at a loss for words," he said at length. "Surely you jest?"

Debbie shook her head, "No. We honestly said that it had been a real fun thing and honestly said it wouldn't have been fair to object if you'd been even naughtier."

"We even said," I added, "that it might have been nice to make your birthday present just a little naughtier."

He swallowed noisily, "You're making me wish I had that spot of time all over again! I might be ancient but you two really are so desperately bounteous, don't ya know? I believe my resistance to being seen as a dirty old man might well have been worn away to dust."

I gripped Debbie's hand even tighter, "No one would have blamed you. Certainly not us."

"Absolutely," Debbie said shakily, "After all, it was us who were so exposed there."

"Yes, it was our fault, I guess."

"Fault is entirely the wrong word, but I understand what you mean, ladies. Perhaps that means there is no fault in me saying what delightful figures you both have... delightful, delightful, breasts in particular."

"That's very kind of you to say," I managed.

"It's lovely," Debbie agreed. She swallowed even harder than the old gent had just done, "Makes me almost wish we were dressed - un-dressed, even - the same way today."

I gasped softly, my nipples hardening, "Y... yes. Stupid, horrible, curse, right?"

"Oh ladies, you have no idea how much I want to say something terribly un-gallant just now."

"Just say it," Debbie was quivering in my grasp, "I guarantee you won't offend us."

There was silence again for a few seconds and then he grunted. "Oh ladies forgive an old man's desires, but... but I'm so sorry to offend, it's just that I would love to see those beauteous breasts one more time."

Beside me, Debbie whimpered. "That's not offensive."

"Not at all," I said. "Perhaps it's even fair." I turned to my girlfriend and looked deep into those big, blue eyes as she faced me. Eyes that were saying 'yes'. 

I reached behind her neck and found the top of her zipper. I waited then until certainty took us over, my first downward pull on the little metal tag triggered when her own fingers flipped open the top button of my own garment. Slowly at first but then hurried almost to the point of panic, we undid the fastenings of each other's dresses down to our waists and then pulled them down, our breasts glorying in sudden sunlight, and the old gentleman's rapt stares.

It wasn't the first time in the past couple of weeks that my breasts had been exposed to an eager stranger's gaze but when I turned back to face him, it felt as if no one had ever seen me like that before. When he stared across as Debbie's large nipples and licked his lips I almost cried out in pure pleasure.

"Oh ladies, ladies, ladies! You look... oh my, you look even finer than my old memory was telling me!"

"Perhaps," I said, "that's because this is primarily for you and our own wants for nakedness are secondary this time." My voice was level but my heart was racing.

Debbie coughed, "I know us just being this daring must be a thrill for you, but are we really as nice as you say?"

"Goddamn it, yes. What you have done is thrilling, yes, but what you have by way of bodies is... so very beautiful!"

"You really liked our birthday gift then?"

"Yes, by jove, yes!" I could see in his rheumy old eyes that he was succumbing to the lust we were generating, and his next words confirmed it, "I know I can't see them anyway, but I do not doubt that were this the other morning and I risked one last touch as you ran away, it would not be your admittedly gorgeous behinds that I attempted to touch."

"You mean you would have tried to touch our bare breasts?" My voice was trembling, mine and Debbie's hands once more locked together.

"Might have been difficult if we were starting to run away," she said. "Of course, so far today there's no one..."

"No one making us run," I finished.

"You have no... no idea what you're doing to me, ladies!"

"Actually," I managed, "I think I do. I think we're offering you a chance."

"I shouldn't... but I can't refuse." He raised his free hand and leaned forward. 

With a tenderness that belied the gnarled fingers, he first cupped my left breast and then Debbie's right. The touch drew gasps from both of us but neither of us moved an inch.

"H... h...happy birthday!"

He nodded, a million miles distracted, his eyes flicking from me to Debbie, from breast to breast. His cane clattered to the path and he brought a hand up to each of us, his breathing ragged. He squeezed gently, fingers and thumbs lightly pinching our nipples.

He stopped moving then, his hands still resting on our bared breasts. He looked own at his own front and let out a snort of disbelieving laughter. "Oh ladies. Oh my word!"

Debbie and I exchanged a quizzical look. "Something wrong?" I managed.

His eyes snapped up briefly to our face before dripping back to our nakedness. His hands started to squeeze again as he let out a strangled laugh, "Oh, nothing wrong at all but... but I'm getting hard. Really hard."

I clasped my free hand over the one holding my breast, "Good."

"Yes, wonderful," Debbie agreed.

"It's at time like this I wish I had three hands!"

I didn't let myself think, "We have a hand free each."

Debbie whimpered again, "Yes, and a duty to you now."

"I don't-" 

She shushed him and it was our joined hands, not the free ones, which she - or maybe I - reached forward with. There were three sharp intakes of breath as our fingers took hold of his large but still half-flaccid member through his cotton trousers. We - I - didn't allow ourselves a moment's more thought and the sound of his zipper being drawn down seemed to echo from the surrounding trees.

He might have been eighty-four but his lungs were working like a fully formed teenager's and he moaned loudly as his cock sprang free, hardening yet further as it met the warmth of our hands. The old guy's own hands at our breasts began to knead, pinch and massage our nakedness as our own fingers started to trace the impressive length of his now engorged cock.

"Oh ladies! This is... unbelievably phantasmagorical! Oh my word, I'm hard!"

"Uh-huh," Debbie managed as our fingers began to stroke him rhythmically.

"Hard and very, very big," I was panting, "And there was me thinking our tits were far too tiny for that sort of reaction."

"Oh, no way! Your breasts - your tits - are magnificent. This is so much more than I deserve!"

"No it isn't," I told him. "You excited us first, and anyway it's so hot to be stroking this big, hard cock."

"The biggest I ever held," Debbie said, "And those enormous balls! Feel them Dallas!"

I snaked my hand to cup them - a real handful - squeezing gently, even as the old man's hips started to twitch. I was delirious with excitement, unthinking. My hand took a couple of seconds to snake back to my hips and I pushed the dress down my thighs, my panties, liner and all, following it to the path.

Beside me Debbie grunted 'yes' and followed suit before we reached again for the hard cock that was now twitching in front of us. "Anything visible is touchable, right Dallas?"

"It needs touching!"

"Oh ladies! Oh dear god your cunnies are divine!" His hands dropped from our breasts and he cupped each of us. "You're so hot!"

"Yes!" I said, pushing my groin hard against his hand, "This hot for your fingers!"

Beside me Debbie had evidently felt a finger penetrate her, the cry of 'yes' loud enough to startle birds from the trees. My own followed just a second later as a long finger parted my labia.

The old gent was panting hard now and he shook his head in seeming disbelief. "Ladies! Oh ladies you're going to make me ejaculate!"

"Good!" Debbie cried out, "I want to see this big thick cock spray us with its cum!"

I never even got a chance to agree before he started to spurt. Debbie had clearly angled his cock towards herself because the first, surprisingly large, jet splattered against the underside of her bare breasts. The second was aimed at me - she admitted later, by her - and I was treated to an explosive gout of sticky white liquid that drenched both of my breasts.

The old man grunted loudly as a third spurt was followed by a fourth and a fifth.

It was all too much for me to bear and I realised with something approaching wonder that I was going to climax myself. I started to grind faster against the old guy's hand, oblivious to where we were, just knowing that I had to find release there and then.

Any encouragement I needed was provided by my girlfriend's sudden cry of pleasure and from deep within me the totally unplanned climax ripped into my belly.

I bucked and cried, lost in delight, following the old man down as his knees buckled. His finger was still lodged deep within my sex, my own hand still holding onto the thickness of his now-flaccid cock. I was about to beg Debbie to kneel as well but at that moment she stumbled forward and in one gloriously dirty, delightful movement she pressed her naked pussy at his shocked face. That movement sent my own climax rocketing through the atmosphere and I had to struggle to keep my vision in focus as I bucked and whimpered.

Debbie only lasted a few seconds more on her feet before she collapsed beside us, the muscles in her belly still fluttering wildly.

I guess we were all very, very lucky - and not just because the three climaxes must have registered on the Richter scale. We must have all been sprawled out barely conscious for a few minutes, all of us in various states of undress, and yet we weren't disturbed.

He might have been sixty-odd years older than us, but the elderly gent seemed to gather hits wits together much faster than either of us girls. 

He sat up slowly and hitched his trousers closed, "I'm totally astonished and totally delighted, young ladies. I feel thirty years younger!"

I stood and helped Debbie to her feet, all four of our legs quivering, "I'm not quite sure that was planned, but I'm so happy that you clearly enjoyed things!"

"'Enjoy' is a monstrous understatement. I simply cannot express my gratitude enough, even if I live to be twice my age!"

I bent to pull my dress back up and had to giggle when I glanced up, "You might want to wipe your nose!"

He bellowed a deep laugh when he pawed at his face and saw a tiny smear of blood on his palm. He waved Debbie's nascent apologies to one side, "Can't say you didn't warn me now, can I? And let's face it ladies, if I'm going to have to face a tiny speck of blood at my age, what on earth could possibly be a better way than that?"

Even the embarrassed Debbie had to chuckle, "Sorry anyway, I just got carried away."

"That apology couldn't be more unnecessary if it tried, my lovely lady," he paused but resumed quickly, "Now, I have a feeling that my luck of today will never be repeated so I am going to break the habit of a lifetime."

"You are?" I said slowly.

His hands snaked out and stopped both of us from pulling the tops of our dresses up our arms, "Oh yes. I want your permissions though. It is merely the asking that is the habit-breaker."

Debbie took his had in hers, "What are we about to say 'yes' to?"

"Oh, you are more than free to say no and I wouldn't blame you if you did."

His words could have horrified me, but somehow they just seemed to relax me even more. I copied Debbie's move and took his other hand in mine, "Ask us then."

"Well, like I say, I have the strongest feeling that our paths really will not cross again so I shall simply say this with no prevarication whatsoever. No beating about the bush at a time like this..."

I giggled, "That counts as no prevarication?"

"Good point, well made," he laughed, "But you must understand that I am an old - ancient - man and I find it hard to cut through my upbringing when I was assured thatmanners made the man." He waved a further protest from me into silence, "I want," he said simply, "to have one last feel of those delicious breasts!"

With the quickest glance at Debbie where her eyes were screaming 'okay' at me, I smiled at the dear old gentleman and let go of his hand, spreading my arms wide.

He touched both of us gently and thoroughly then took each of our hands in turn and raised the back of them to his lips. With the most gallant of gentle kisses, he finally released us from what seemed then like a dream.

"As much as it grieves me to say it, I rather fancy you should protect your wonderful modesties shortly."

Debbie nodded, "Thank you."

"Yeah, thanks. Just one thing though, what should we call you?"

He laughed, "Oh, anything you like, really. But my given name is the unprepossessing Terence. Terry to my friends. And ladies, I count you among the best of friends I have been fortunate enough to meet. Certainly the most gorgeous."

"Well it's probably a bit late for it, but nice to meet you, Terry," I fastened the final button and leaned over to help Debbie with the last couple of inches of her zipper, "And I must say you are the most charming man I've had the pleasure of coming across."

"Oh, I can't resist - you seem to be drawing the teenager out of me. Surely it's me that should be saying something about you two being the nicest ladies I have ever cum across!"

We laughed softly with no hint of guilt or embarrassment. The conversation - the whole incident - wound down until we parted with a big hug and a kiss each from Terry. 

After the heights of passion it seemed so quiet, so peaceful, as we walked away. It also felt like the end of the beginning. A thoroughly contented situation.

Saturday saw Debbie introduced to my tired parents as my girlfriend - and boy did that take some explaining. Finally, to something of my surprise, both mum and dad realised just what 'girlfriend' actually meant - and to my greater surprise they were both delighted for me.

"I'm so glad," my mother gushed, "that our Dallas has finally found a decent person to be with. And just because you're a girl, Debbie, doesn't mean to say that I, for one, am in any way shocked or disappointed." She had quietened her voice then, making sure that my father, busy unpacking, didn't hear her next words, "Between you two and little old me, there are some benefits between us females that a husband can never provide, so I'm so happy that you two can share all your girlie thoughts and problems, all the time."




A Discovery Ch. 12



Debbie was obviously rather taken with my mother, "It makes it so much nicer to know we have your support."

My mum laughed, but then reverted to her whispers, "I promise I won't ask either of you what you feel the need to chat about in private, and I also promise that I'll try not to be too jealous about the sex between you! It's a long time since I had the pleasure myself, but I still remember it more than a little fondly!"

I didn't know whether to be horrified, delighted or intrigued, but fortunately didn't need to make my mind up because my dad returned to the huddle.

I was definitely more horrified than anything else, though, when he took an unprepared Debbie into a tight hug.

"It's lovely to have you by our girl's side," he told the slightly shell-shocked Debbie, releasing her. He turned to me, "Just you make sure you look after her in every way you can."

I was on safer ground there, "I fully intend to," I assured him, ignoring my mother's snorted laugh.

The ordeal last another half an hour before we were finally free to escape.

"Your mum and dad are lovely," Debbie told me as we headed back to her house.

"Now you're exaggerating to me!"

"Well, they're very accepting of us, and that has to be a bonus."

I shrugged, "I guess so. All in all, that could've gone a lot worse. How do you reckon your parents will take it on Wednesday?"

Debbie laughed, "Mum will love the whole idea and dad will probably ask you to model for him with me so he has something to remember us by when we head off to Europe. That's one thing mum will not approve of, though."

My own parents had shrugged it off, that whole 'gap' thing for me, and were even close to starting on the 'we told you that you'd end up wanting to do it' speeches. Genuinely, they'd seemed rather pleased that I was 'finally' heading off to have some fun. 

"Is there any way I can ease things with her for you?"

Debbie took her key from her pocket as we approached the front door, "Just tell her you won't let me out of your sight the whole time. That might help. Come to think of it, you can tell me that as well."

I kissed her shoulder as she let us into the house, "Don't worry, I'm not going to. I'm even trying to make myself dream about you."

She turned and took me in a tight embrace, "Sweet. I'll just have to make sure I give you plenty of material to think about."

She started that afternoon by leading me back out to 'our' woods, naked and free. Somehow, knowing my parents were not so far away now, made the whole experience just a tad more scary - and curses now well past, we took the time to pleasure each other amid the oaks and elms.

The next four days were quiet - but for constant begging emails from a certain little brother, ended by me threatening to post the links in an anonymous email to mum - and we took time out to pack (thirty minutes, two small holdalls) and to plan our route (three hours, one monster climax when we considered the deserted beaches of Algeria).

Finally, Debbie's folks arrived home and it was my turn for the presentation ceremony. Just like the opposite event with my own parents, everything went surprisingly well - although Debbie's predictions about their reactions were spot-on. I know a certain elderly gentleman had taken great pleasure in my naked breasts but to have my clothed ones commented on ('young and pert') by Debbie's father seemed weirdly wrong somehow, no matter how innocent and professional the observation was. Her mother's sighs about the upcoming travels were, I thought, entirely pretence and she was certainly 'reassured' by my stated plan to keep Debbie in sight at all times. If anything, she was more genuinely disappointed by the fact that we were leaving the following morning.

That night we arranged a meal for both sets of parents and ended up enduring merciless teasing about our new-found togetherness. But endure it we did. Maybe we even enjoyed it - something that we may never know on the grounds that we decided to try to forget about the whole thing by never mentioning it ever again.

The two sets of parents got on surprisingly well and the only slight note of discord occurred when there was a short debate about where we were going to sleep for our last night in the country. Each set wanted their relevant offspring to stay with them that night, and for all the planning Debbie and I had done, this had not been considered. We'd slept together every single night since my first nude walk in the woods, the bed-sharing being something that seemed not just natural but necessary on a weird level.

Before a full-scale argument developed - which may, or may not, have included us girls - Debbie came up with a solution which didn't exactly satisfy anyone except, possibly, her and me.

"We've booked a taxi for 5.00 am, so I'm thinking that maybe to avoid disturbing anyone we might stay up tonight and sleep once we get there. I'd like a last wander around if that suit's everyone?"

"It suits me just fine as long as I'm included in the ramble." I said before anyone could argue, "And you lot must be tired, especially those who only got home today." I smiled sweetly at her parents.

It was all settled almost straight away and my love for my girl deepened even further.

We said our farewells before our folks hit their respective beds, first at Debbie's place and then at mine. There was genuine fondness in all of their hugs and goodbyes, my own mum being surprisingly emotional with not just me but Debbie as well.

Finally, though, the tears were behind us and we found ourselves out in the woods with two flashlights, our little holdalls waiting behind Debbie's front door.

"You know we can't do this clothed, don't you?" Debbie asked as we left the houses behind us.

I nodded. "I've never done this in the dark but I want to feel the moonlight on my skin. Shall we leave the dresses here or carry them?"

She was already out of her dress and pulling down her panties. "This moonlight thing feels perfect. Let's leave them here, the flashlights are plenty to carry already."

I joined her in her nakedness and then stood beside her. "Wow," I said at length, "It really feels so different." It did. Somehow I felt even more naked, even closer to the nature all around us.

Debbie laughed softly, "You're not wrong. Now, two things - one, reckon you can remember where we're leaving our stuff because I know getting seen naked in a taxi isn't new to us anymore, but I wasn't planning on travelling to Heathrow like it?"

"I think so," I said, oddly thrilled at the thought of losing our cover, "but you said there were two things."

She nodded, "Yes. Two, do I throw you to the ground here and have my way with you or should we walk a bit first?"

I cupped her naked breasts, the touch of her hard nipples sending electricity coursing from my hands to my groin. "Since when has that become a mutually exclusive choice?"

"Oh you do come up with the most perfect answers," she said, pressing her tits harder into my palms. 

Debbie broke away then and bent to the ground where her over-sized clutch bag has been tucked under her discarded dress. "I think," she said over her shoulder, "I'm rather glad I liberated one of our few travelling items from holdalls before we came out. And it's your turn."

She handed me the Friendly Dominator.

I laughed and would have clapped if I had hands free, "I thought you were keeping that bag well tucked away. This is definitely going to come in handy when we get a little deeper into the woods."

"Only then?"

I nodded, "If you climax as loudly as I did when this thing was in me, the neighbours for miles around will be waking up and calling all the news stations to say that wolves have been heard on the vicinity."

"Fair point," Debbie conceded with a giggle, "We'll find a far more secluded spot before our little friend comes into play. But right now, just try to keep it a bit quiet when my tongue gets to work, will you?"

"I'll t-t-try," I managed, as Debbie guided my shoulders to the grass. "I r-r-really will," I added as her tongue flicked across my eager lips. She pinched a nipple, hard, and I started to moan as quietly as I could.

In the end, my climactic voice was probably heard no more than a mile away.

Despite the hour - past midnight by the time we resumed our walk - and despite our lack of clothes (not to mention inhibitions), it was still decidedly warm in the woods, and the sweat our exertions had caused didn't so much evaporate as run off us. And yet, the further behind our dresses became, the cooler I seemed to feel on the outside. Inside, and despite a recent orgasm, I became warmer with every step.

We reached the footpath and drew to a halt, the trees barely moving behind and in front of us. The path itself was silent.

Debbie switched off her beam and motioned for me to do the same. "It's so peaceful like this, isn't it?"

I had to agree, "More and more as my eyes get used to the darkness. I can barely even see the path!"

"Let's walk along it until we get to the houses at the end. We can slip among the trees if we hear anyone about. Without these flashlights on, no one will see us."

The thought sent my heart fluttering into my throat. "Perhaps... perhaps we should leave them here behind a tree?"

"Sounds good to me. Give me yours then, just keep hold of our little friend."

I passed her the flashlight, and gripped the Dominator tightly. My juices were already flowing freely again and the removal of the torch left me feeling even more exposed, no matter how ridiculous that sounds. Debbie's hands brought me back to full attention, one at my sex, the other cupping a breast.

"I may not be able to see you clearly," she whispered, "but I can sure feel how gorgeous you are, and how..." she paused as a finger penetrated me easily, "...and how fucking hot you are!"

I gasped, "Already again, true."

She took her hands - and magical finger - away, "Let's hope you get even hotter as we walk on, hey?"

"I think," I said, "I will. And if it gets too much, prepare to have your back hit the grass." I held up the Dominator. "I'm looking forward to this more and more."

Her teeth flashed in the gloom, "You're not the only one. Now, come on and let's head towards the houses!"

I could scarcely believe my feet when they moved alongside Debbie's. I felt so naked on that well-worn path, no matter that it was now past one o'clock in the morning, and it seemed to me that I was somehow following my hard nipples. And they really were rigid with barely controlled excitement. 

Beside us, the path's borders widened as we headed deeper towards the row of houses that I knew lay ahead of us, and I could sense rather than see the distance to protective cover lengthening. My excitement was intensifying as the danger increased and then my thighs dampened with my overflowing juices as we rounded a corner and saw the first of the properties looming no more than fifty feet ahead of us.

"Oh my god!" I hissed, "Debbie, it's so close!"

Her own voice seemed tight, "Yes... no lights though."

I drew to a shaky halt, "What if someone's there in the dark looking out?"

"No one could see us in this dark, but yeah, this feels so dangerous. I think I love it."

My body trembled. "There're loads more houses after that one."

"I know. I want to walk past them. I want to get as far as the road at the end. I want to pass a light in one of them."

I could hear the excitement in her trembling voice and my own mind reacted, "If you want it, then we'll do it. But..."

"Oh thank you, Dallas. What's the 'but', though?"

I could scarcely believe my own voice, "But if we do see a light somewhere then we have to go into the garden and kiss."

"Oh Dallas, yes!"

"And by 'kiss'," I said, my arousal sending my mind spinning, "I mean your gorgeous tits and your gorgeous pussy!"

She turned and awkwardly embraced me, "I'll do it."

Not daring to let me change my mad mind, she grabbed my hand and we walked on, past the first, dark, house and then a second and a third. I could hear Debbie panting softly, even though our pace was gentle enough, but when we rounded the next corner she gasped.

I was on her outside and it took a few moments before I could see what she could. The fourth property was a modern-looking bungalow and from a broad window at the front of the property, a single lamp was glowing.

"Sure?" Debbie began, "Only-" 

"I always keep my word," I said, shakily, "And anyway, I want to taste you!"

Without another word, she grabbed my free hand and we climbed the one step from the path to a low gate. She let go of me then, cautiously opening the metal gate with both hands, trying to make sure it didn't squeak or creak.

As soon as it was open we moved much more quickly, walking brazenly, nakedly, into the centre of the bungalow's front lawn. My eyes were torn between Debbie's body now and the lamp inside the property that was enabling me to see her more clearly.

I didn't really need to see her excitement as it was rolling off her in waves that were almost tangible. Her passion was magnifying my own, and seeing her wonderful breasts in this strange lamplight had my heart lodged in my throat even though I wanted to kiss and lick her right there and then. The window was just twelve feet or so to my left but my passions were extinguishing my fear-induced resistance.

"Debbie... I want to kiss you now."

"I want that too."

I felt as if a spotlight was following my every move then, one that was focusing on our naked breasts and thighs, our exposed pussies and mouths. Passion won the day and I leaned forward, tasting her mouth briefly before darting lower until my mouth found the first of her hard nipples. I sucked hard, drawing it into my mouth, my hands already cupping the cheeks of her bare butt as I let the Dominator fall to the side.

The intimacy of the contact, my tongue swirling around that hard nipple, one hand snaking beneath her butt, cupping her wet, warm sex, forced the rest of my inhibitions into hiding. All I wanted was my Debbie. I drew her down and pushed her onto her back. My mouth went from one nipple to the other until I couldn't wait any longer and I moved my head down to her groin.

Beneath me, Debbie's moan was barely muffled by her hands flung across her mouth and the noise drove my own excitement levels into the stratosphere. I grabbed at the Dominator and wrapped the belt around my waist.

"Oh Dallas! The deal was a kiss. You don't have to do that!"

"Well I want it now. Do you?"

There wasn't even a fraction of a second's pause, "Yes! Yes, Dallas, I want it. I want you to fuck me!"

That made me groan then, and I fiddled with the Dominator's straps, surprised by the weight of the thing, delightfully shocked by the caress of a moulded piece of plastic against my sex. But then I just grabbed its length and moved between Debbie's widely parted thighs. The thing felt unwieldy and so strange, but I knew exactly what I wanted - needed - to do with it. I moved onto all fours and then reached beneath me, aligning the Dominator's very tip to the eager pussy waiting beneath me.

I eased my hips forward, looking down, almost screaming as I saw the thick plastic dildo start to penetrate. Her hips rose to meet me and then I lost control completely. I pushed hard.

"Oh fuck, Dallas! Yes!"

"Oh my Debbie!"

I started to move back and forth, knowing how that would be feeling in my girl's tight pussy, marvelling at the feel of the other end against my own clit. I looked up at her breasts with their wide, dark areolae, marvelling at how clearly I could see them now, how easy it was for my mouth to find the first of them.

Debbie was gasping repeatedly, her hands cupping first my ass and then my hair as I fucked and sucked. My own breathing was ragged as I lifted my head and went to move to her other bared breast. 

It was brighter now, easier to see, and my eyes widened as I realised the cause. I looked to our left, my hips still rocking. The door of the property stood wide open, the light blazing down on us, as two backlit figures were clearly watching us.

"Company," I managed, "but I don't think I can stop!"

Debbie whimpered and snapped a look to her right, "Oh fucking hell!" Her whole body was writhing beneath me, "But... please, Dallas! I'm so close!"

I knew I should have panicked, should have run dragging Debbie with me. But I just couldn't and knowing Debbie was so close to climax sent my own arousal levels rocketing skywards. "I won't - I can't - stop."

"G-g-good! Oh my fucking god, good!" 

My girl was starting to buck and, audience or not, her frantic excitement was all I cared about just then. I thrust and paused, matched her bucks and heaves, grabbed at her exposed tits with hand and mouth, willed her to climax but only when she had no choice.

It was clear that the pair of strangers at the door weren't just watching, but at least one of them was calling and whistling, maybe even moving closer. I didn't care. "Cum for me, Debbie, let it all go!"

With a high-pitched wail that had nocturnal birds and beasts crashing through the trees, and which rose and rose, Debbie's back arched and she froze, her climax rippling through every muscle of her body. The massive release washed through me and my own orgasm tore through my belly, my own throat opening in a howl.

Nothing distracted me, though, from my girlfriend's joyous display. Even though the Dominator wasn't truly a part of me, I could feel the pulses of Debbie's climaxes through it and every single one brought another pulse of orgasm through my own body. Her wail descended into a serious of deep, sensuous grunts, interspersed with whimpering cries of 'fuck, oh fuck yes'.

Eventually we trailed into a mutual series of breathless gasps and fell completely onto the grass, our limbs sprawling around our sweating bodies.

Slow but heavy, meaningful, handclaps finally made me look to my left. The strangers were there just a couple of feet away and I could finally see them properly.

They were both women, one tall and fair-haired, the other being shorter and much darker. They were probably each about forty, wearing long, silky robes, their different hair colours matched by differing styles - long, straight blonde versus short, spiky, black. Both were, to my surprise, smiling, and as we gasped our way to recovery, the taller woman spoke.

"That, young ladies, was disgusting." Before either of us could react in any way, she continued, "Disgustingly sexy. I imagine you could both use a drink now?"

I was naked, mine and Debbie's wonderful toy was still strapped around my waist and buried deep inside her, and we were being watched oh-so closely by two strangers. I didn't care.

"I don't suppose you've got any vodka?" I managed.

Beneath me, Debbie stifled a giggle, "Are you serious?"

"I have a feeling your girlfriend is deadly serious," the blonde said, her voice light, "And after fucking you to a frenzy, I can't say I blame her. Yes, we have vodka by the gallon, and we'll go and sort out a couple of long, cool ones for you both, assuming you drink the same things?"

"Please," I said, slightly dumbfounded.

"We'll leave you to untangle yourselves, then. Come and find us when you have your breaths back." She turned and beckoned her friend to accompany her before pausing and adding, "Oh, and my name is Monica, by the way. My partner, here, is Bethany and she's not taciturn, she's mute - no functional vocal chords - but please don't leave her out of any conversations we might have inside. She understands plenty and I have a feeling your little show is going to provide both of us with plenty to communicate about in the coming days."

With that, Monica turned and led the way inside, Bethany following after first giving us a broad smile. I hoisted myself fully up onto my knees, withdrawing the Dominator with a soft gasp that was matched by Debbie. She wriggled out from between my legs and winced as she sat up.




A Discovery Ch. 12



"I see what you mean about sore pussy syndrome." She shook her head, "What's going on now, though? Any ideas?"

I shrugged, "Not really, but they don't seem angry that they found us... fucking out here in their garden, do they?"

"True, but can we really go inside and have a drink with them?"

"They didn't seem like they were making it a threat, but I just realised something."

Debbie paused from where she had been easing backwards, getting ready to stand, "What?"

"Our dresses are a mile away?"

She looked down first at herself and then at me, still sporting our toy, then laughed, "Oh hell! We're naked!"

I unbuckled the Dominator, "Somehow, I don't feel like that's the big thing anymore. You do realise we just climaxed to an audience?"

She stood and offered me her hand, "Every fibre of my body sure as hell knows, and you know something else?"

"You don't care we were watched?"

"You got it," she pecked my nose, "But only because we'll be more than a thousand miles away from here this time tomorrow!"

I laughed. "So, you think a drink would be okay? Even dressed - undressed - like this?"

"With two strange women we've never met before? Who could be manic serial killers? The female equivalents of Jimmy Savile and Darth Vader?" She pecked my nose again, "I could murder a drink!"

And so we spent our final pre-gap hours perched, at first uneasily and ultimately very comfortably, in Monica and Bethany's front room, chatting, laughing, and in the end, interacting fully and without embarrassment with the two women. We were even a little proud.

Somehow we made it back to our holdalls, having recovered our flashlights and dresses, only slightly the worse for vodka, and unmolested let alone murdered. The taxi arrived on time and after brief goodbyes to Debbie's sleepy-eyed parents, and even briefer waves to my own folks who were standing by the front door of their house as we sped past, we found ourselves heading off to Heathrow and a new future.

I just wondered what might happen when the airport scanner was subjected to a Dominator-laden holdall.



A Discovery Ch. 13



Part 2

It had been unseasonably warm during the weeks Debbie and I had been together back in the UK, but the heat that washed over us as we climbed from the air-conditioned 737 on the runway at Nice was almost overwhelming.

"ETA on clothing departure is about ninety minutes," Debbie assured me.

"You might have got that wrong by about eighty-nine," I said, "Let's get through check-in and find our car before we melt out here."

Thanks to our policy of only bringing a holdall each - hand luggage - we were in the car park inside an hour, and the waiting Peugeot was blasting us with cool air in less than another minute. Debbie had volunteered as driver, much to my relief as a novice to driving on the 'wrong' side of the road, and she set off with far more confidence than I ever showed even back home.

"I'm guessing you've done this before," I nodded at the crowded road ahead.

"I have. My first lessons were on holiday with the folks in Holland and to be fair I think I prefer driving on the right anyway."

"I'm impressed," I told her, honestly.

'prendre la premiere rue a droite'

I eyed the sat-nav with the sort of suspicion only a Brit would have when spoken to by a machine in a foreign tongue, "Do you want me to try to change the language?"

"It doesn't bother me," Debbie said, "My French is a bit rusty but I can speak it and understand it well enough still, I think."

"A cunning linguist as well, then?"

"Surely you know by now my tongue is very flexible?"

I giggled, "Oh yes. And talking of you being a cunning linguist..."

"Slow down, ma salope. We'll be at the villa in ten minutes and there'll be plenty of time to demonstrate my skills then."

"What's a scallop when she's at home?"

Debbie laughed, "Salope, not scallop. That's coquille. Mind you that somehow sounds more appropriate for you!"

"I'm not sure whether to be offended or happily teased," I said, understanding what 'Lost in Translation' really meant. "What's French for 'nude' though? Because whether I'm a shellfish or whatever a salope actually is, I rather fancy being a naked one as soon as possible. I do hope the villa isn't overlooked."

"It's nu. And since when would being overlooked bother you? Maybe we should discard clothes right from the start. What do you think?"

The sun was still quite high in the sky and all around us life was glowing so very green and somehow vibrantly. I felt almost like I had done that first day when I went naked through the woods back home - close to nature. And I was sitting beside the one person in the whole world who could enhance that wonderful feeling. "I think I'd like that. And you're right... if someone sees us, well... that'll be their good fortune, right?"

"Putain de vrai, ma chere!"

"I have a feeling," I laughed, "That you just agreed with me."

"Fucking true!"

"I thought so."

It was Debbie's turn to laugh, "No - or yes - but I just meant that 'fucking true' was what I'd said in French. Or at least I think so - it's been a while."

"Putin du..."

"Putain de vrai. You want to learn some French, then?"

"Debbie, there's only one sort of French that's on my mind right now!"

"Ah, good call - some baisers francais."

I slapped her thigh, "Stop showing off the wrong sort of tongue skills. Mind you," I added, "it is kinda sexy hearing you speak like that."

"Well I have a feeling that sex is something we'd better get used to."

"Just with you, I hope?"

She indicated left and pulled into a broad driveway towards a villa that I sincerely hoped was our destination, "Dallas, there's only you for me now." She pulled up and turned to look at me, "I hope that's what you want as well."

"There's pretty much always only been me to play with," I laughed and stilled her protest "I mean yes of course. I know we did some weird shit before we left and I guess we might well do it again - but I don't want to be intimate with anyone but you now." 

"You really sure you're not going to miss-" 

I stopped her this time with a kiss, "Debbie, as sickly as it sounds, I'll do anything for you but there's a condition."

"I probably shouldn't say this without checking first, but ok, I'll agree with whatever you say."

"Even if I said I want you to go to a club and strip for all the punters?"

She shrugged, "If that's what it takes, then-"

"It doesn't! That was just a joke. A bad joke!" I paused, "Mind you..."

She gave a trademark giggle and slapped my thigh, "Then tell me what it really is."

I leaned back and let my heart have free rein on the truth that lay within me now, "My condition is this. Whatever you do - or I do, for that matter - it's done for each other's pleasure and ultimately for both of us. I really don't care who sees you, who lusts after you, how much they climax - either gender - just... just make sure it's only you and me together, okay?"

I wondered for the few seconds she took her to answer whether I'd been too forward, too direct. But then she laughed and tapped my thigh again, "Deal. But I have a condition as well. Make that two."

"Okay..."

"I want the same condition as you. It's just you and me in the end, yes?"

"Yes! More than you could know - more than I realised before, come to that." Relief flooded through me, "You said there were two things, Terror."

"Oh yes," she pecked my lips, "You know that club you want me to strip at?"

"It's a theoretical one but yes."

"Well, if I do it - and if you want, I will - then you do it with me!"

I laughed - blushed even though we were quite alone in the car - and then nodded, "I can't seem to refuse you anything. I'll do it."

Debbie hugged me awkwardly over the gear shift, "I love you, Dallas!"

"Love the idea of me getting naked for an audience?"

"No! Or rather yes, but that wasn't what I meant! I meant, I simply love you."

We paused then to look deep into each other's eyes, and I think we both knew that this was something far deeper than all the loving words that had gone before.

"This is real, isn't it?" I managed.

"It is for me."

"And me, Debbie, and me."

She snorted a laugh to break the mood and, releasing me, clapped her hands together, "Now let's get this holiday started."

We scrambled out of the car and both stretched, muscles rippling freely for the first time in what felt like days. I went to the rear of the vehicle and flipped open the latch, peering inside then at the two tiny holdalls we had brought with us, "Shouldn't take long to unpack, anyway."

I stood back up with a holdall in each hand and turned to face Debbie. "Fuck!" She was standing there, completely naked.

"In a while. First we need to get inside and you need to strip." She paused, "Make that the other way round."

I looked around us, the driveway leading back to a quiet road, the properties on either side seemingly empty, and then I looked back at my naked girlfriend, "You mean... here? Like you? And wow, by the way."

She walked up to me, led by her two perfectly formed - and very bare - nipples, "You said you wanted to try naturism, so why don't we do just that. I figure if we're like it from the start then if anyone sees us we have a ready-made excuse."

"You've been thinking this through, haven't you?"

Debbie laughed, "I've been thinking about you naked, for sure. I'll need to wring my knickers out when we get inside."

I giggled and looked around again, "Anyone could come!"

"I know I will soon. Now get naked!"

I dropped the bags, suddenly eager to please, no matter how vulnerable I felt on that driveway, and my dress and panties hit the shingle under our feet in seconds. The air was warm - very warm - but I felt its touch as if it were ice. My nipples hardened. 

Dallas rolled her eyes in clear delight then closed the gap between us, drawing me into a tight embrace. Our bare breasts crushed together and our hip bones met, our hands cupping each other's butt cheeks at the same moment.

She kissed me and then leaned back, "You are just so fucking gorgeous!"

"And wet," I added, "Just from seeing your gorgeous naked tits and that super-hot pussy."

She spun away and pulled keys from the car's ignition, "I think we'd better get inside right now," she was already panting, "Only I don't care who sees us like this, but I need to climax real fast and that's like our promise to each other - this time it's gonna be just you and me!"

Her words sent thrills coursing through me, but I realised that no matter how alien the surroundings were - even the language - this was something that was just going to be for me and my Debbie. Our world now.

We crashed through the villa's front door and flung our holdalls into a corner freeing our hands as soon as possible so that they could start to explore each other. 

I'm sorry - for all sorts of reasons - but I don't really remember any details of what happened in the minutes straight after the villa's front door closed behind us and we started to paw at each other. I remember my nipples being drawn eagerly, one after the other, into Debbie's hot mouth. I remember dropping to my knees and my tongue tasting the sweetness and warmth of her very centre. And I remember - really remember - how my climax hit me like a steam train just as my girl started to howl.

My full memory returns only minutes later when we returned from whatever planet we had visited and we found ourselves entwined on a shaggy rug in the middle of the main room, sweat pouring from our naked forms.

Debbie nodded at the rear doors beyond which I could see a swimming pool, "Dallas? You with me?"

I managed a nod, "Always."

"Cute answer. I meant will you come and see the rest of the villa with me?"

I nodded again, "As long as you help me up."

She did, slowly and with many kisses, and then we meandered around the rest of the property, our excitement with the beauty of the place slowly replacing the post-coital lassitude. 

The pool was small but, like Debbie, perfectly-formed and we agreed that it would host our first ever sex-in-water event. There was a small lawn which would be overlooked by our neighbours to the left - and which, Debbie assured me, would be perfect for attracting an all-over tan as well as alien eyes. There was a tiny arbour of eight trees against one of which I tasted Debbie's beautiful pussy for the first time outdoors in France. Inside the villa, there was a kitchen that seemed to go on forever, with a long table running down its centre, voted as being the perfect place to let me feed her from when she wanted more of my pussy (a date was made). We climbed a small circular staircase to a bathroom that was as large as the kitchen and where I assured Debbie that I would make her climax when she next showered. And then there was the bedroom and its glorious surprises.

The room was long and narrow, almost swamped by an enormous bed laden with no more than one cotton sheet on top of another, but big fluffy pillows by the score. Cupboards lined one wall, including a tall walk-in wardrobe and a stack of drawers. Debbie opened the bottom drawer first and whistled softly.

"What?" I asked, unable to get close enough to peer over her shoulder in the narrow space available.

"I don't think the previous occupants took home all of their souvenirs." She held up a furry pair of pink handcuffs and a key, "These are already giving me ideas."

I'd never been into restraint in any way - until that very second. "Anything else in there?"

Debbie dropped the pink-furred cuffs onto the bed and reached down again, "Oh yes," she gave a little giggle, "This looks like a perfect fit for you."

I snorted a laugh when she held up a silky blindfold, "You sure it's my size?"

"Positive. And Dallas?"

"Yes?"

She dropped the silky scarf/blindfold and drew me into her arms, "Those things will be used, you have my word for that."

I brought a hand up to her breasts and tweaked one of those gorgeous nipples, "Okay."

She moaned loudly and kissed me. "I feel another climax coming on!"

We fell onto the bed and my lips brushed past her hard nipples on their way to her thighs which scissored open around my ears. I drank greedily from her velvet cup, my tongue making her squeal every time I thrust it between her already very pink labia lips. I stood quickly then, Debbie's wail of disappointment quickly shut off when I said, "I need to see you cum this time."

I scooted backwards off the bed and dashed to the stairs, almost breaking my neck in my haste to get to the holdalls. When I got breathlessly back, already fiddling the straps of the Dominator around my hips, Debbie was sprawled on the bed's surface, her fingers a blur as she rubbed at her clit. I pounced on the bed and knocked her hand away. "You're not cumming until I'm staring into your eyes and - get this, Debbie - fucking you!"

"Do it then! Do it!"

Within a second the head of the Dominator's dildo was pushing against Debbie's eager lips and one thrust later and she was impaled beneath me. She wailed - really moaned so loud - and her blue eyes widened in delight as I started to move, to thrust and withdraw.

We kissed, lips mashing against teeth, tongues entwined, our eyes locked open just a few millimetres apart, and Debbie wailed and moaned, my own voice joining hers. Her fingers found my nipples and pulled hard, a spare finger flicking at the rigid buds, and she started to say over and over, 'I love you' and 'forever'. Eventually her words dissolved into grunts with every thrust I made and when I told her to 'cum for me' she nodded frantically and those big baby-blues stretched open even wider. I swear I could see, deep down inside her, the very moment when the first wave of her climax struck and it triggered my own orgasm.

There was such an intensity to that moment that I thought it would never be beaten - but then a second wave hit my Debbie and that triggered more inside me. A third wave was followed by a fourth and her wide eyes started to look shocked. In the briefest of respites I managed to echo her earlier words and I swear I meant them with every fibre of my being. 

"I love you, Debbie," I gulped air "Forever and ever. And..." another wave started, "Oh fuck!" I dropped my lips to hers for a moment then pulled back as my stomach spasmed. "Forever... so... m... m... marry me!"

She screamed her reply a dozen times. "Yes!"

We lay together for ages after that, the Dominator cast aside for later use, breast against breast, thighs intertwined. 

Finally, Debbie pulled herself onto one elbow, "Dallas?" she said so softly.

My heart was a tumultuous mess just then, but fear washed through me, "Too much? I know it was but-" 

"I was going to ask you if you meant it but I guess that answers me."

"No!" I pulled myself up to face her, "No, Debbie... I... I've found the perfect person. We have so much to learn, so many years I already want to spend with you. But... you just say 'no' if that's what you think. I know we haven't even known each other more than a few weeks-"

"It's not that! I mean... it's not a 'no'. Just tell me we'll still play and experiment."

I stared at her wild-eyed, "Say that again!"

"I didn't mean 'no'."

"Say it!"

"Dallas, yes."

"You mean..."

"I mean," Debbie managed an odd laugh, "That I can't deny it. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. If you really meant it then my answer is yes, I will marry you or whatever it's called these days."

You, dear reader, know as well as me that I hadn't planned anything like that but... it was right and true. "I really meant it," I told her as seriously as my smile would let me, "Marry me."

"I already said yes!"

I kissed her nose, "Say it again."

"Yes!"

"And again!"

She giggled and slapped my bare butt, "Didn't the brochure say there would be champagne in the fridge as a welcome gift?"

I nodded like an over-excited puppy, "Yes!"

She slapped my rump again, "Now you're saying it! Let's have a glass or three."

We almost sprinted down the circular stairs and pulled a bottle - and two chilled glasses - from the fridge, Debbie popping the cork free just as we stepped out onto the decking at the back of the villa. Glasses were over-filled and the fizzy liquid gulped into eager, happy mouths.

I finally raised my glass to my girl and smiled, "Thank you!"

"No," she hiccupped, "Thank you!"

A new voice appeared, "Thanks both of you!"

We squealed and turned in unison, free hands covering as much of our nakedness as possible, to see a tall, blonde woman about my mum's age, leaning on the fence between the villa and our neighbour's place to the left. Given the size of her enormous breasts it didn't take more than a second or two to realise that she was as butt-naked as we were.

"Oh, sorry!" I blurted, a good apology underlining my nationality.

"Don't be," the woman laughed, "Other than you two looking ridiculously young and fine, I've nothing to be jealous of." She turned for a moment and called over her shoulder, "Belle? Come and meet our new neighbours."

My hand shot back to my groin from where it must have strayed, "Is Bell-" 

The woman laughed again, "Relax. It's properly 'Trixiebelle' and she's just as female as me - and you come to that. I'm Lynne, by the way, and we're a couple too."

Debbie stepped forward a little, "Is it that obvious we're a couple?"

"Obvious?" Lynne laughed, "Angel, I heard the proposal!"

I blushed down to my nipples but started to giggle when Debbie started to laugh as well, "Sorry!"

"Don't be, it was so cute - sexy too." 

Thankfully further blushes were spared when the gloriously tall Belle chose that moment to walk up. She was slender and yet curvy in all the right areas, and most obvious of all was that her skin was the darkest, shiniest brown. Standing next to Lynne they immediately appeared like the perfect complement. "Hello, ladies," she said, her voice as dark as her skin, a distinct West Indian accent not far from the surface.

We both said hello and then I went and found two more glasses, offering them to the new couple. I genuinely didn't realise it at first, but at some point not far into the conversation - certainly a long time before the champagne took effect - both Debbie and I had relaxed, all four of us nude and seemingly unaffected.

"As you can tell," Lynne was saying, "We're something of an odd couple for many tastes."

"And you're English here in France?"

"Jamaican and English," Lynne nodded, "the people are a lot more tolerant here we find, and the weather is ideal for naturism."

Debbie finished off her glass, "This is our first day, really."

"Then you're a welcome new addition to our numbers," Lynne said, "Another reason to celebrate. Have we got any wine left, Belle?"

"Oh that's alright-" I began.

"Nonsense," Lynn admonished, laughing "We seldom get reasons to celebrate too much round here, let alone with another couple."

"She's right," Belle said returning with an opened wine bottle - something white -and she smiled broadly as she refilled our glasses "Another couple who happen to be fucking cute too."

Lynne smacked her rump playfully, "Don't embarrass them, Belle."

The Jamaican gave a throaty laugh, "Well I for one think Debbie here has the cutest tits I've seen in a long, long time."

"Belle!" both Lynne and Debbie complained together.

Maybe it was the wine but I was feeling quite emboldened, "Stop complaining, Debs. Belle's right. You have gorgeous tits."

It was her turn to smack my butt as the other two laughed along with me. Finally she sipped at her wine, "I think that's the trouble with being naked - nowhere to hide anything."

"I think," Belle said, "I'd better shut up before I embarrass Debbie any further and get myself into trouble with my Lynne."

"You know I'm not like that," Lynne said.




A Discovery Ch. 13



"Debs is though - easily embarrassed, I mean," I said hugging her shoulders.

We stayed out there for another half an hour before we retreated into our respective homes and I followed Debbie into the kitchen.

"They were nice," I said.

"A bit embarrassing, but yeah."

"You know I felt really relaxed, even though we were all naked."

Debbie nodded, "It felt just fine, but maybe that's because they were so much older than us."

"They still looked pretty fit to me."

"Oh," Debbie giggled, "So now you're already checking out other women?"

"No! Okay, I admit I looked but that was just a comparative thing with myself. And besides I'd never seen a West Indian girl naked below the waist before."

She giggled again, "Ok, I guess I'll let you off. That was my first time, too."

"If you mention bright pink and dark brown going well together I might just have to spank you."

"Oh, you mean Belle's pussy? Can't say I noticed..."

"Liar!" I giggled (it must have been catching), swatting her rump. "Just for that you can make supper!"

"Sure thing," she grinned, "And after that I'm going to take you outside and find out what you look like when you orgasm underwater."

"Can we wait until our new neighbours are asleep?"

"I can't."

"Well let's just say that I'm in your hands, then."

In the event, our neighbours had already started playing somewhere deep in the darkness of their own garden and we were treated to a Lynne and Belle audio-show - and if I thought I was loud, that Jamaican proved she could howl for the whole Northern Hemisphere. I did end up climaxing at Debbie's touch in the pool but as far as I know we weren't seen or heard.

We climbed into the bed not long after, exhausted but very, very happy. Day One of the gap year had turned into one of the most spectacular days ever for me and I almost dreaded how much more the holiday might offer.



A Discovery Ch. 14



Author's note: Some might think that this part of the story should really be in another category but this is, in total across all the chapters, the story of Debbie and Dallas and their new-found sexual preference - so the category remains the same. GH



Our second day as gap-year students and lovers started with breakfast next to our little pool - coffee and the sun on our bare bodies.

The neighbours, our new friends Lynne and Belle, had waved at us over the fence between the properties and told is they were heading into the town for supplies, moaning at the clothing that they needed to wear in the local supermarket, and asking if they could get anything for us. Debbie had declined the offer on the grounds that we really didn't have a clue what we might need and that she wanted to spend some time with me anyway, getting used to the sun and the freedom. I heartily approved.

After they had left I turned to her, sipping my coffee, "I'm still amazed."

She drained her own mug, "Still amazing, true."

"Charmer. No I meant about that pair."

"You're not talking about my tits, are you?"

"Debbie!" I giggled, taking great pleasure in her pair anyway, "No, I meant I'm still amazed that I don't feel in the slightest bit jealous when they look at you."

She shrugged, "Me neither. I mean I don't feel anything when I look at them or when they look at you. Maybe a little pride at that last bit, that's all."

"Very sweet," I told her, "But it seems so weird to me. I know they're gay and I know for sure that Belle thinks you're tasty," the tall Jamaican had been very open about it the night before, "but there's not an ounce of jealousy in me."

Debbie gathered my mug and stood up ready to take the empty vessels back for what I hoped was a refill, "You're right and it's the same for me. That Lynne was sure staring your way a few times but I just found it really nice. Almost like it was an approval or something."

I nodded, "It's like no one else really matters."

"Well they don't, Dallas." She walked behind me and kissed the top of my head, "I just wonder if we'll feel the same when others see us."

I stood and followed her into the kitchen, "It feels different when we're like this," I gestured at my naked body, "I mean when we're deliberately nude amongst others who are the same."

Debbie nodded, pouring more coffee, "I get you and I agree. I don't think I'd even care if it was a couple of guys ogling you like that."

I was surprised to find myself feeling the same way, "You're right – and thanks," I took the proffered refill, "And yet... just the thought of us being seen by anyone – male or female – who didn't expect us to be naked... that's really different."

"It is," Debbie agreed as we walked back out into the sunlight, "It's almost scary. What a difference, huh?"

"You've got that right," I told her, setting my coffee down and drawing her into an embrace, "The thought of some guy – or girl – seeing you like this unexpectedly... well, that's a real turn on."

She set her own mug down and grinned at me, "Is my future wife getting all wet at the thought?"

I looked around at the bright, sunlit garden, then down between our naked bodies, "Maybe I am. I'll let you decide, if you like?" She kissed my shoulder then and I shivered. With a delicate slowness, her mouth moved lower and my nipples hardened just as her lips engulfed one. "Oh, Debbie," I breathed and looked down at her.

Those big blue eyes were staring up at me, sparkling, even as she began to suckle, teeth nipping gently. "I feel so open here... but so aroused..."

Debbie moved her mouth from my bare breast and began to trace lower, a row of little kisses descending to my right hip. She nuzzled at the hollow there before moving lower, her lips tracing the contour of my upper thigh. Her hands found the ultra-soft skin inside my leg and stroked the most delicate of patterns as my feet eased apart a little. I was whimpering softly, no longer looking at her as she licked and kissed my leg, but staring all around, glorying in my girlfriend's mouth and the hot sun on my naked skin.

She paused for just one second then and whispered 'I love you' before her nose pressed against my engorged clitoris and her tongue lapped once, hard, at my womanhood.

I let loose a little squeal of pure delight and rocked back against the table behind me, my hands finding Debbie's hair. "Oh, Terror! I love you too!" Her tongue pressed hard against my lips and I gasped as she penetrated me, rocking my hips forward to meet her thrust, my fingers tightening in her wild tresses. "Oh fuck, yes!"

She started to lap and suck eagerly, her hands behind me now, pulling me even closer to her face. I could feel her drinking down my juices and I lost all control to her then, my mind refocused on the tongue inside me.

I made no pretence but rocked against her instead, glorying in her tongue as it fucked me, pumping my hips backwards and forwards. I saw a blackbird land on the fence to my right, saw its beady eyes glinting as it turned its head from side to side, saw it watching as my girl, my Debbie, pressed her tongue deep within the soft wet folds of my hot pussy. I could feel everything spiralling up inside me and with a speed that shocked me, I realised that a climax was only seconds away.

"Oh Debbie! Oh my god, oh yes!"

She sucked and lapped faster and harder, her nose pressed against my clit, her fingers digging into the soft flesh of my ass and I felt the scream of orgasm building higher and higher. "Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh my god oh fuck oh Debbie... oh...oh... oh... OH... YES!" Faster, higher, tighter and she wouldn't let me go, wouldn't let me stop, "Yes, yes, yes , yes, yes!" I howled then. Howled for my love and my lust. For my wonderful Terror.

I must have blacked out properly and came to my senses on my shoulders, on the table. Debbie was sitting beside me, stroking my arm. "Welcome back," she grinned, "Sorry, did I make my baby cum like a steam train?"

I sat up and stared at her in shock, "That was... I mean, yes! Fuck..."

"Tongue-fuck, anyway."

"The best tongue-fuck ever, I don't believe I came that fast!"

Debbie laughed, "Me neither, but it saved me from a sprained tongue so I'm probably grateful."

"Was I too loud?"

"Hell no!" She laughed again, "You probably didn't hear me, wolf-girl, but that got me loosening my lab as well."

"You...?"

She kissed the tip of my nose, "I came as well, yes."

"Good," I muttered, "I always want us to share."

Debbie hopped up from the table and grabbed her mug, "Me too. And I think you shared that howl with the whole neighbourhood." She took a sip, "Coffee's cold."

I was blushing, "You honestly didn't think I was too loud? I just couldn't control it."

"Not at all," she laughed, "Mind you, I think it was just as well my ears were between your thighs."

I snorted a laugh, "It was your fault, anyway."

"I'd take responsibility for a climax like that any day. And before you say anything else, I'm glad you came that hard, glad the whole world got to hear how happy I'd made you."

"It'll be on you next time," I assured her.

She grabbed my own mug and turned to the kitchen, "Good. I'm already looking forward to it. Fancy a drive into the country in a while?"

"Sure – but coffee first."

Debbie paused in the doorway and grinned back at me, her chin glistening, "You've sure made me thirsty. I'm not sure how that works given I must have drunk a pint from your pussy but it feels like I've swallowed a sponge."

I managed a laugh, "Well, thank you!"

"You really are more than welcome, angel. More than."

I leaned back on my elbows, glorying in the sunlight on my naked breasts and my sated belly. I was in heaven.

*****

We grumbled our way into two little dresses for the drive, happy to be naked at home now, but well aware that decency needed to prevail when we went out. Just dresses, mind you. There were limits to our sacrifices.

Rather than make any firm plans, Debbie pointed to distant cliffs that were just about visible in the brilliant sunlight and we headed off in that direction, making for the sea we supposed.

The car's air-conditioning unit was surprisingly efficient and we were cool enough in a few minutes to actually be glad that we'd worn anything at all. It didn't stop Debbie overtaking a truck very slowly with the hem of her dress pulled up to her waist – the dopey driver never even looked down – or me from unbuttoning the fronts of both our dresses when we drove through an all too sleepy village a little while later, but all in all it was a comfortably clothed journey.

We arrived at the cliff-top a little after three in the afternoon and my girl found a ramshackle 'road' through the trees which we bounced along for a good ten minutes before she decided that we were far enough from civilisation to rest up.

"This will do nicely," he told me, "Now hop out – leaving your dress behind – and set up our snacks. I'm going to quickly drive back to the last village and fill this thing's tank."

"Oh, Debbie! Can't it wait until we're going back?"

She shrugged, "Judging by the sleepiness of that place it'll probably be closed by then and I'm really not sure we'll make it much further."

"Couldn't you have stopped on the way here?"

"Could have and should have," she agreed, "but as much as I can drive over here, I keep forgetting which dial's which on the dashboard. I've been looking at the temperature gauge instead of the fuel one."

I rolled my eyes. "I bet you're just saying that to get me to do all the hard work setting up our snacks."

"I wasn't but that's not a bad idea for the future." Her grin was broad and infectious.

"Just this once, then. But you hurry back, you hear me?"

"Oh, don't worry about that. I'll be thinking of your naked bod waiting for me every second I'm away!"

I gave another eye roll, "You're really going to leave me here in the middle of nowhere with nothing to wear?"

"Well, like you say, it's the middle of nowhere. We must be a million miles away from the nearest person. And besides, it'll make me drive that much faster to get back here."

I laughed, "You're serious, aren't you?"

"Absolutely. You're not too chicken, then?"

I opened the car door and stepped out into the grassy clearing we'd stopped in. A sense of newness, of being somewhere alien and strange, overcame me for a moment. "This is weird," I said, "But for you..." I reached down and in one swift movement pulled the dress over my head. I threw it into the car's interior, "You're bad, Terror."

"And you are one fucking cute girl. Now grab the snacks and let me get going. The sooner I eave, the sooner I'm back to play."

"I'll give you twenty minutes," I told her, grabbing the hamper containing the food and, to be fair, mostly the drinks. "If you're not back by then, I'm starting without you!"

It was Debbie's turn to roll her eyes, "I'll be back before you lay a finger on that gorgeous pussy!"

With that parting shot, she gunned the engine and swung the car around the edge of the clearing, already accelerating as she passed me. As she left me there.

It wasn't until the car's engine noise faded among the trees, and silence settled all around me that I finally realised just how alone and exposed I was. I looked down at my bare breasts and the lightly shaded triangle that pointed to my heat and delight. I pointlessly covered both and looked around at the tall trees surrounding the clearing.

All was calm and still, the grass all around me barely stirring in the gentlest of warm breezes, and even the birdsong among the trees was muted. The afternoon sun was still high enough in the sky to cast its light directly onto me and I let my hands drop, baring every inch of my soul and my body to its calming caress.

I was about to sit down and organise our snacks – and to sample some of the wine we'd found at the villa – when I heard a distant engine rumbling through the trees. I grinned. Debbie, my Terror, just couldn't wait, could she?

I lay back among the grassy stems and let a hand drift down to my already slightly moist pussy. I was going to offer her a fine surprise... As I started to warm up my girl's surprise snatch snack I listened to the engine noise grow louder.

And then furrowed my brow. Surely that was not a second engine noise rattling beneath the leading bass rumble?

My heart started beating faster and I sat up. Had someone followed her? Maybe she was trying to evade a police car...? Maybe...

My heart lurched into my throat. There was a third engine noise.

I looked down at my nakedness – stupidly expecting that I might suddenly have sported a dress; something to cover my body – and then looked around at anything that might be available as protection against being seen. I was in no doubt that it wasn't Debbie alone returning and the accompanying vehicles could contain absolutely anyone, and most certainly strangers.

The trees at the edge of the clearing were, I realised, simply too far away now that the engines -= and whoever was driving them – were so close, and one glance at the stupid little tea-towels we had brought along as a makeshift table-cloth were just as clearly too small to offer the cover I was now so desperately seeking. Even the damned grass itself was too short to hide my presence.

I was still kneeling there, panicking, when the first vehicle burst along the lane and into the clearing not twenty metres from me. It wasn't Debbie's rental car at all. For a start, it only had two wheels.

That first motorbike screeched to a halt and the rider's helmeted head turned immediately my way. I was frozen as whoever it was simply stared at my naked body. My hands were useless as cover even thought my tits are not exactly big, but I covered myself with them as best I could.

I had never felt more exposed and more alien. I couldn't even scream at whoever it was to go away – politely or, more appropriately very coarsely – because for all Debbie's mutterings, I hadn't by that point picked up any French phrases.

The problem was trebled as the two other engines appeared – also attached to motorbikes. It wasn't just not Debbie's car there, my girl wasn't present at all. When all three riders killed their machines' motors, the near-deafening lack of any other engine sounds told me that my Debbie wasn't even approaching. I was alone – and very, very naked – with the three strangers.

Almost as if they were choreographed, the three riders pulled their crash helmets off at the same moment. Three young guys.

"Go away!" My cry was small but heartfelt. I didn't care that they probably didn't understand my words, but surely they could glean my meaning?

"Like that's gonna 'appen," the first biker laughed, his accent and his English pure London.

"I sure as fuck ain't goin' nowhere in a rush, the second one said, kicking a stand down on his bike and slipping from the saddle to better stare at me.

"I ain't either," the third added, following the second rider's actions.

The first rider joined his companions, pulling a balaclava off his head to reveal long, dark and clearly dirty hair. "What're you up to, darling?"

"Just go away!"

The first rider was clearly the spokesman, "I don't reckon any of us wanna do that, do we guys?"

His companions laughed by way of agreement and Dark Hair was soon accompanied by a guy so blonde that he was almost albino – the second rider, and the third who revealed a mane of pure ginger.

"Please!"

My cry seemed to do nothing more than delight all three of them. The first began to saunter towards me, "I'm reckonin' you're all alone here. That right, darling?"

"Deb... my other half will be back any minute!"

Dark Hair stopped when he was just a couple of feet from me, "You 'ear that guys? I reckon we got a minute or two to enjoy the view 'ere."

Both Blondie and Red joined him, all three staring down at where I knelt with my hands over my breasts and my knees locked together.

"Please! Just go!"

"Stand up first 'n' we just might." Dark Hair glanced at his companions. "That right lads?"

"Suits me," Blondie agreed.

Red nodded, "We can see all the bare jugs we want on the beach, but full-on nude out 'ere in the woods beats that, no sweat."

I shook my head, my hands tightening their grip on my breasts, my knees locking tighter, "My other half really will be back in a minute!"

Dark Hair laughed, "Now see? I reckon it's gotta be a minute since you last said that, and he – or she, is it? – ain't back yet are they? Just get up!" His words started out lightly enough, but the final command was just that – a dark command.

"No!"

His laugh this time dripped with venom, "Bazza? I reckon the little lady needs some 'elp 'ere."

I squealed – really squealed – when the blonde guy stepped behind me.

Before I could so much as shuffle out of his reach, his hands slid underneath my arms and I was yanked to my feet. I managed to keep my hands on my bare breasts but the daylight – and the stares – hitting my exposed groin had me immediately kicking and wriggling.

"'Old 'er tighter, Bazza. I wanna better look at this cutie."

The blonde guy obeyed Dark Hair with a strength that took my breath away. My arms were pulled to my sides in his vice-like grip and I was held there, wriggling and kicking as my exposure was completed.

"Just fuck off!"

Dark Hair's laugh was even darker than before, "Oh, darling. I guess we mighta done if you'd let us see those gorgeous little tits all on your own, but I reckon you need a lesson in 'ow to behave nice now."

I aimed a weak kick at him as he closed the gap between us but my foot was pushed away easily. 

"You better stop that right now, darling, 'cos that's just made the lesson you're gonna get all the more well-deserved." 

I screamed then as he pulled off his thick gloves and his hands closed over my bare breasts, "Leave me alone!"

"Not a fuckin' chance, darling. Gazza, Bazza? 'Ave a feel of these beauties. Fuck me. Talk about small but perfectly formed."

I screamed again and again as first the redhead squeezed my bare breasts, and then my arms were moved from my captor to his dark-haired companion when the blonde guy got his turn. Once he'd had a real good grope I was spun back into his grip.

Dark Hair was now grinning at me, "I bet you know you got great tits, right, darling?"

"Fuck off!"

"Now, now! Just answer me."

I stared into his brown eyes and knew he would make me answer one way or... I couldn't even let myself think of 'another', "Yes..."

"Yes, what, darling?"

"Yes, my breasts are pretty good, I think."

He reached out and grabbed one again, "Nice and firm, ain't they lads?"

As I screamed again, Bazza and Gazza muttered their agreement.

Dark Hair released my breast and stared at me again, "Reckon you could keep the noise down a bit? Only I got a stinkin' 'angover."

"Good!" I screamed at him, "Now just fuck off!"

He laughed at first, then his voice dropped, "Well, darling, scream all you want 'cos no one's gonna 'ear you out 'ere. I'm glad you agree your tits are all right, though. Now tell us – does that snatch of yours feel as good and tight as it looks?"

That cut my scream off as real fear washed over me, "Don't... don't, please!"

All the breath seemed to fly out of my body as Dark Hair's hand shot forward and cupped my sex, "Feels good 'ere," he laughed, "Now 'ow about we find out 'ow tight you are?"

"Oh no, no, no! No, please no, please, pl–" 

The finger that pressed between my pussy lips cut my voice off immediately and I froze for several seconds. I looked to the trees, to the path that ran up to the clearing – looked anywhere that might offer me hope of sanctuary. As the finger started to probe inside me I whimpered and struggled – but I knew, knew, there was no escape.




A Discovery Ch. 14



From somewhere desperate inside me, I managed to find my voice, "Please... please stop?" the first finger was joined by a second and I felt a hand on my bare breasts, "Look, look, look! I'll... let.. let you all touch me, okay? Really just let you... if you promise to go then?" Please?"

Dark Hair laughed again, "Let us, daring? Still reckon you gotta choice?"

Even in my darkest mind, even in the depths of my desperation, those words struck the deepest fear inside me. It plunged even deeper as Dark Hair took his hands away from me and just said 'push her down on the ground'.

I struggled then all right – really writhed and kicked and screamed. But my shoulders hit the grass and four hands grabbed at my flailing limbs, pinning me down.

"Oh, darling," Dark Hair said in a voice that was a mix of pure understanding and pure evil, "I wasn't gonna do this but I reckon you leave me no choice now, do you? Seems like you need the lesson."

"Oh fuck no!"

"Oh fuck yes, darling."

I screamed again, louder still when I heard a zipper being drawn down. Loudest of all when I felt the heat of a stiff cock press against my exposed pussy. I screwed my eyes shut. In my mind I told Debbie that it wasn't her fault and a million times that I loved her.

I couldn't even scream any more as Dark Hair's cock entered me. I lay still as this strange guy fucked me, hating him, hating myself.

My inertia didn't seem to faze him. He sucked on my bare breasts, fucked me long and slow and deep, took his time. And then pulled free just before he came.

I made to struggle up but I was pushed back to the grass and another zipper was pulled down. I only opened my eyes for a second to see Gazza, the redhead, kneel between my painfully spread legs, and had them firmly screwed shut by the time he entered me.

He was faster than Dark Hair but no less painful, and I never even opened my eyes when Bazza took his place, the blonde guy's cock thicker but no less invasive than the others. 

The last one was quicker still but he was different in that he spilled his juices right inside me, the ultimate invasion.

It may sound stupid to you, but I didn't want them to see me cry. When they'd all taken their turn I flipped over and buried my face in the grass, trying my damnedest to stifle the sobs.

Somewhere above me, Dark Hair gave another whistle. "Cute ass as well, darling. I'd teach you a lesson there as well but I guess we might be short of time right now."

"And your dick's still soft," I heard from Gazza.

There was a smacking sound from behind me and I guessed the redhead had just received his own lesson on how not to talk to their apparent leader. 

A few seconds passed and I felt a hand snake under my chest. For a moment I thought that my ordeal might not be over quite yet – that someone was hard enough to invade even more of me – but even as I started to shake and tremble, I felt what now appeared to be a goodbye squeeze of my tits.

The hand was pulled clear of me and I heard the retreating footsteps of the guys – the rapists – and I managed to struggle to my hands and knees. They were not going to get away with this if I could help it in any way and perhaps, I thought, I might see their number plates, might have some way of identifying them later. Another thought struck me then and I sat up fully.

"Hey, you cunts!"

Dark hair paused in the re-applying of his balaclava, "Aw, seems like the little lady didn't like her lesson."

"The little lady," I growled, "Hasn't had a cock in her cunt for months." I paused and stared at each one of them individually. Then I sat back, "No cocks at all since I was diagnosed HIV positive."

The words – the lie – took a few moments to take impact, and for a few seconds when it did I thought that Bazza was going to come back– probably to kick the shit out of me – but he was hauled away to his bike by Gazza. Dark Hair just stared at me, making a valiant attempt to hide his new fear, "You better be joking, darling!"

I shook my head and shrugged.

I was treated to a few expletives – some new to me – before the guys mounted up and tore away back down the lane, their registration numbers all French and all consecutive, indicating rentals. I crawled to the hamper, carving the number into a patch of bare soil with a plastic knife, then I curled up and let go of my tears.

*****

I hadn't moved, hadn't stopped crying, when I heard a new engine noise. I couldn't even be bothered to try to hide this time, but in any case it was Debbie. She came to me and held me, hugged me, finally getting me to tell her what happened.

Then she was at first angry, then blamed herself. She swore revenge and fetched pen and paper from somewhere in the car to copy down the registration numbers, asking me whether she should call the gendarmerie. 

I sat up then, my tears drying, and told her no. They were English guys anyway and besides... I didn't want the involvement of the law because then we'd be on their radar. I told my girl that she was going to be marrying a woman who was vowing to have blood on her hands before we left France.

She looked long and hard at me, saw that my mind was set. I could see the shame that she felt herself at leaving me there – the guilt – and saw the moment when she realised I was right. When she just nodded I started to cry again – but the tears were a different kind now. Whatever guilt Debbie was feeling – it had nothing on the guilt my soul was feeling for what I was going to do.

We didn't stay for our planned snacks, not surprisingly, but headed back fast to the villa where I spent at least an hour in both shower and bath, washing the bikers' sweat and semen from all parts of my body. 

I was surprisingly calm throughout, even when washing out my most private – formerly private – place, and I remained even-tempered when I made my way down to where Debbie had been busy calling all rental depots in the area. She'd found out which rental company had supplied the vehicles and somehow – I never have asked how – got whoever it was to tell them when the motorbikes were being returned – just five days later. She had turned to me then, and begged for forgiveness.

"That's the last thing you need," I told her, "This wasn't your fault – any more than it was mine. And you're going to help me with my revenge mission, already are, in fact, so don't ever blame yourself."

"But it was me who pretty much dumped–"

"Really, Debbie, don't." My calmness was being threatened then, "What I need from you is loving, now, okay? I need to know that those... cunts... haven't ruined me for you."

Her big blue eyes grew wider, "God, no!"

"Prove it then," I shrugged, tears starting to well in my eyes, "I need to feel loved."

My girl crossed the room to me then and took me in the tightest of embraces. She kissed my cheeks, my nose, my mouth, my neck, my shoulders. Then lower, drawing me down onto the rug – the same one we had made love on when we arrived – and I finally felt the right kind of invasiveness between my bruised legs. The loving kind.

"I never..." I managed a few minutes later, "Never got even slightly wet for any of them, even when they were... inside me. But you... oh, my Terror... you get me so excited, so easily, every time."

"So," she said, breathing heavily, "Let me taste all of your juices." Her tongue darted to my clit, her lips drawing the small, hard nub into her mouth, "Cum for me, lover."

I hadn't really thought I'd be capable after... that... but Debbie's tongue and mouth were stronger by far. From seemingly nowhere the arousal inside of me multiplied a thousand-fold and I suddenly needed that release more than anything – yes, anything – I'd ever needed before.

It was like a jet-engined aircraft approaching me. It coursed through my mind and my body in a blur of speed and need. I started to howl then and no matter how sore my throat was from my earlier panicked screams, I let everything loose.

My Debbie, my terror, my lover, my whole future – she made me climax with a strength I never knew I possessed. She freed me, released me – it even made Lynne come and ask later if I was alright given the howling.

Debbie and I spent the evening together, cuddling, drinking wine. And planning.



A Discovery Ch. 15



Author's note: There's no actual sex here - well none that is detailed - but this is a very, very necessary part of the adventures of Dallas and Debbie. Sex should always be fun, should always be a shared pleasure. Beware, when that isn't true...

*****

It's strange how things can change your priorities and perspectives, isn't it? Or maybe not so strange when the 'thing' in question is sexual assault.

Whatever, as Belle next door is so fond of saying.

In the two days following my own harrowing experience of assault - okay, I'll say it, of rape - I found my priorities and sentiments vacillating wildly. Debbie, though, my beloved Terror, somehow managed to help me maintain focus and put the brakes firmly but gently on any descent towards dark oblivion that took my fancy.

In just a few weeks she had changed me more than any wannabe bikers could ever dream of. She had freed me to be me - and no one was going to take that away. I know, of course, that she must have been struggling with her own demons of self-blame and self-hate, but for both our sakes she kept that all tightly battened down. Is it any wonder I worship her?

The day after the fateful trip to the forest we simply lazed around the villa, not even venturing as far as the local wine bar where our new neighbours seemed to spend every waking leisure hour - and from where they salvaged a few bottles of cold beer for us. I know we ate, although while I recall Debbie bustling around in the kitchen I'm afraid to say I cannot remember a single mouthful of what we actually tucked into.

We made love as well - often - and that I do recall very clearly. I needed my Terror's love and excitement more than perhaps I realised at the time. And I do remember very clearly how she gave and would not take - not self-flagellation this time, but something closer to a need in her to administer a medicine to me that I didn't even understand I needed so badly.

It would be tantamount to melodramatic claptrap to say that my Debbie saved me - but she certainly made sure that I survived my ordeal intact in many an important way.

On the second day we started to plan my revenge in detail and by the evening everything was taking on a much clearer view. Thanks, again, to my Debbie.

As I said at the start of this, my priorities flickered and rearranged themselves like the flames of a campfire in a strong breeze. But priority one shone through them all, unaltered and unwavering. My life and my future with my Terror, of course.

The third day saw us waking at, for us, the unusually early hour of seven, and after a fun-filled shared shower we were sitting - naked, naturally in every sense - on the grass in front of our brick-built barbecue, sipping at coffee and soaking up the early morning sunlight.

"Dallas," Debbie said after a few minutes, "What would you like to do today?"

I looked over at her and smiled, "You, naturally."

It earned a half-smile, "That's a given. But I meant, what about Sunday?"

"The day of departure, you mean?" It was when the would-be bikers were due to return their vehicles - and therefore when my revenge was being planned. When Debbie nodded I continued, "I want to go out somewhere and find the gun."

"Okay... And you're totally sure about this?"

I nodded, "Stop keep asking that or I may end up shooting you as well! More to the point are you sure you can get hold of one?"

I received another half-smile and she shuffled closer to me, "It'll cost, but yes."

"Then that's the plan for the day. My bank account is all yours."

"And the bullets?"

I gave a mock frown, "You already know that's a firm 'yes' - just so long as you're in agreement with my plan."

Debbie kissed the tip of my nose and took the mug from my hands, standing, "That's a very firm 'yes' as well, then. Just so long as we do it together."

I stood as well, hooking my arm through Debbie's as we headed inside for refills. "I may never let you out of my sight ever again. And don't apologise once more or I really will save one of those slugs for you!"

"Okay, okay! I'll keep my 'sorrys' to myself then."

I swatted her delightful rump, "That was almost a very sneaky way of apologising, you know?"

She laughed then, "So I'm a sneak as well as a terror?"

"My sneak and my Terror."

"I'll settle for being them, and I guess you'll be dragging along with me later, won't you?"

I nodded, "Absolutely. I meant every word when I said I might never let you out of my sight again." I accepted my refilled mug from Debbie, "And besides, this guy who has the guns sounds decidedly dodgy. I might be no great shakes if anything nasty happens but I can at least offer you some support."

"I'm sure he'll be okay, Dallas, but I think I will rather appreciate your presence. My cousin reckons the guy's all right for a Frenchie - her words, not mine - but Carole's never exactly been great shakes at judging guys."

We were walking back into the bright morning sun, "She's the one with the four kids?"

Debbie gave a little chuckle, "Yep. One for every year she's been out of school now. And roughly one per boyfriend as well. Carole's the one I described to you as twenty-one and never been kissed. Fucked loads of times, but never kissed."

I perched on the edge of the barbecue, sharing her amusement, "Are all of your family slightly bonkers?"

"Absolutely," Debbie nodded, "Even I'm bat-shit crazy. But just for you, of course."

"Debbie! Where's that bucket?"

She giggled then, and somehow the sound of her happiness eased the last part of the real me back into place. But even amid the smiles and laughs and love, I knew that there was a whole new part of me there as well - and the day's gun-hunt wasn't necessary to reinforce that nascent dark presence.

The serious nature of the visit to Debbie's cousin's friend - or rather 'acquaintance' - was, in the end, little more than a fairly pleasant drive through the wooded hills behind the town which we were currently calling home for a while. My lover was in slightly tense high spirits and spent much of the journey filling me in on some of her relations' less savoury tendencies, as well as explaining how Carole had acquired the friendship of any number of contacts both back in the UK and in places like this one.

"One day," she told me, "I'm going to try for the impossible and introduce her knees to each other. It must be years since they've even seen each other."

"Leave the poor girl alone!" I laughed, "Remember, she's the one who's helping us."

Debbie said something presumably off-colour in French to a wobbling cyclist, and shrugged, "It remains to be seen whether this Pascal guy can really help."

I wasn't really concerned for some reason but I had to ask, "I thought you said that Carole said he was just the guy?"

"I'm sure he is but I'm just a tiny bit worried about the price."

It was my turn to shrug, "Like I said, my bank account is yours - and it's not exactly empty."

"From what Carole has told me, I'm not so sure that Euros are the only currency this guy is interested in. And I'm not talking Dollars or Yen, either."

I stared at her agape, "Hear me now, Debbie - there is no way this Pascal guy is getting anything more than money from you!"

She shrugged, "She only means a show of skin and maybe a touch or two. I can afford that after all I put you through."

"Then it's no deal!" I was building a fair head of steam, "For a start it wasn't you who put me through anything and most of all you are mine, you hear me?" Most of the village we were passing through could probably have heard me, "For fuck's sake, Debs, I love you and you are not - never and in no way - going to barter yourself to any piece of low-life shit whether he has what we need or not!"

My Terror slowed the car and pulled to the side of the leafy lane, two wheels now buried in long grass. She turned to me then with tears forming in her big blue eyes, "Say what you like, Dallas, but I owe you and I know it. If this-"

"No!

"Dallas," my Terror said quietly, "Have you ever considered that maybe I need to do this for whatever peace it can help bring my way? I want you to get back at those bikers, and I want to help you in every way I can. If that means this Pascal freak gets a free fondle of my tits, is that really such a big deal?"

Her words struck home but I still wasn't finished, "Well, no, I guess, but for one thing it doesn't feel that much different to what those bikers did to me, and for another what if the freak, as you call him, wants more than a quick feel of your tits?"

"For a start, it's nothing like the lack of choice you had in matters and if he wants more? Then he gets told to shove it up his own ass and we find another way of getting your revenge."

I stared hard at her but her words were making sense. With her stated guarantee that things would go no further than a quick feel, maybe I could tolerate it the one time - the last thing I needed to say on the tasteless subject. "Once and once only, then. And that still hurts like fuck."

Debbie reached across the gear-shaft and tugged me into an awkward, seatbelt-hampered embrace, "Thank you, Dallas. You know I love you, and know now I really mean it when I say I will do anything for you."

I kissed the tip of her nose, "I'm still not entirely happy with this, you know? But with you I'm delighted."

Debbie let out a sigh, pecked my own nose, settled back behind the wheel and then popped open her door. "Good, and likewise. Now let's get it done, we're at the end of the path leading to his house."

"We are?" I looked over her shoulder as she clambered out and could just make out a rough pathway through the long grass we had stopped on. "Ah, I see it."

I scooted out of the car and caught up with my Terror just a few feet along the path, the car left unlocked behind us. I took Debbie's hand as we almost trotted along the unkempt asphalt, noting that her palm was moist but unsure - and too wrapped up to ask - whether that was mostly from nervousness or the relentless heat. We reached a ramshackle building within a couple of minutes and any query I might have had was proved moot as the door opened as we reached the front step and a young-looking guy - maybe twenty or so - with straggly, long dark hair, held up a hand.

"Vous etes... Pardon, you are English, yes? Deborah and... Dallas?"

"I speak French well enough," Debbie said, "But my wife-to-be, here, only speaks English so we would appreciate everything in our native tongue. And yes, we're Debbie - never Deborah, please - and Dallas. I take it you're Pascal?"

He nodded, "Certain... certainly. Follow me. Your cousin Carole has told me all you need."

Beside me I felt Debbie draw a deep breath before she stepped inside and headed down a narrow hallway to a room that was in perfect keeping with the dilapidated building that surrounded it. There were tables overflowing with every sort of junk imaginable - including half-eaten pizzas and one mangy-looking cat - but two chairs had been set in front of an old desk, and I watched as the young Frenchman took a chair behind it's scarred length and motioned us into the waiting seats. I squeezed Debbie's hand and finally, reluctantly, released it as we took our positions.

I has expected Pascal to be both older and less business-like, but he further surprised me by producing a neat-looking wooden box and a smaller cardboard one, both of which he set on the furthest edge of his desk, nearest to us. "As Carole requested from me, there is one small pistol - a revolver, in fact - and some ammunition."

Debbie nodded, "Thank you." She took another deeper breath, "And now what do I owe you?"

I think both Debbie and I were holding our breaths ahead of the reply, so it was with some surprise that they were released very easily when Pascal said, "Fifty euros, no more under the..." He glanced at me properly for the first time, "Horrible circumstances."

It was all over so fast and with such little fuss that I could scarcely believe we were so soon back in the car and seated in a daze, one small bag on the floor beside my feet. "I guess," I managed at length, "I was getting all too worried for no reason." 

Debbie laughed, "Judging by what he whispered to me in French while you were packing the bag, maybe not. He said that we were both - both, note - so good-looking that he would normally have asked to see us making out while he watched!"

I shrugged, relief clouding my judgment, "I'm not so sure I would have denied him that much."

"Dallas! You are the terror, not me!"

"Well it's not like we haven't been seen before, and I seem to recall you rather like that.

"I'm not the only one, am I?" She started the car and pulled away, "But what say right now we go back to our place and have some much more private fun? You seem to be back to yourself a good way now."

I nodded, "Now that's dealt with, I kinda feel it. Once Sunday is done with, I'm pretty sure you'll be seeing the old me again."

Debbie giggled, "I will relish every inch I see, I promise you."

And right up to the minute before we left for the bike lender on Sunday morning, my Terror got to see every inch of me - several times.

We arrived before the place had even opened and parked behind the main building away from prying eyes - not, for a change, so that our naughty activities were unseen but this time so that no one could possibly associate us with our car. I was strangely calm, more so than Debbie, and as alien as the now-loaded revolver felt in my unshaking hand, I was feeling positive about my forthcoming actions. Debbie, it seemed, was less certain now that the time had arrived, though.

"Are you really sure, Dallas? I mean, one slip and you could do one of them some serious damage with that thing."

I looked over at her as we slid from the car and took up our places behind a stand of trees, "I'm sure, Debs, and in any case, if I do end up slipping at any time I'm not really that fussed if one of them cops more than we plan. They deserve it."

She shrugged, "I guess I can't argue with that but I just don't want to see you get locked up and taken away from me."

"You won't as long as we stick to the plan," I hugged her tightly, "But are you sure you want to play tease to them grease-balls?"

In answer Debbie unzipped the front of her dress a few inches and leaned forward, "For you, Dallas, they can see as much as it takes to get them looking my way. Do you reckon I'm their type?"

I managed a soft giggle, "I can see you nipples down that dress! You're anyone's type."

She returned my laugh, the tension in her voice the only sign of her nerves now, "I just hope it all goes to plan. This could be kinda fun in a dark, dark, dark way."

"Well it-" The sound of an approaching engine cut me short and we crouched down out of sight to see the owner of the place roll up on an oversized touring motorbike. 

We watched in silence, our fingers intertwined as the middle-aged guy unlocked the shutters and door and then proceeded to drive out in a very small, very rusty, VW camper van which, we presumed, was the vehicle actually owned by the gruesome trio who were returning their rentals this very day. And who had, Debbie reminded me with a shaky whisper, raped me.

The 'r' word seemed to be some sort of trigger for me, sending my mind and body - and my aching memory - onto a different plane. It should, I knew, have horrified me but instead it just spread calm determination through every fibre of my being. It was a reaction that Debbie had come to learn in the days leading up to this return date, and I love her so much for being able to instigate that feeling in me right then. We sat down and waited.

Being in the very south of the country we had presumed that the would-be bikers were going to return their borrowed bikes early in the day given how far they were going to be driving later - or thought they were going to be - and having seen the old van that they must have arrived in, that strengthened our thinking. Any tiny doubts that we might have been harbouring were dispelled very shortly afterwards when the rumble of three engines cut through the morning air.

Debbie rose and pulled me to my feet, "Have a peek, and if that's them - which it must be, surely? - kiss me once and send me on my way!"

I glanced out from behind the tree, our cover, and nodded. Wordlessly at first I turned back to Debbie, planted my lips firmly on hers, and then whispered, "Remember I love you, and remember not to take any silly chances."

I could see the nervousness in her big baby blues, but she nodded and tried to smile, "You got it, my lover."

Before either of us could change our minds, she spun away and slinked along towards the lane leading to the dealership. I watched her go, determined that I would be welcoming her back into my arms - and my life - before many minutes had passed, and with my revenge complete without any harm done. To Debbie and I, anyway.

When my Terror was out of sight I followed along the path she had taken until I reached the gateway that separated the dealership from the road proper, and took up my planned position, ready to step out when the time came, when Debbie would be speaking to the driver of what we now knew to be the rapists' camper van. She couldn't have been more than a few metres away from me but I could neither see nor hear her and I just hoped and prayed that she was calm and not too scared. I certainly held no fear, and even a mounting excitement at the thought of my revenge to come did not seem to bring the shivers or trembles I normally associated with arousal of any sort.

I sat then, breathing calmly and deeply, and was weirdly glad that I had left my wristwatch back at our summer house, unwilling to count passing minutes since the absence of a true method seemed to make time pass more quickly. Debbie, I knew, had chosen the same tactic and I hoped that time was passing as seemingly swiftly for her as it was for me.

It was strangely odd, then, as the sound of an old van's engine approaching had me lurching to my feet, suddenly wired up and hyper-alert.

Ahead of me, unseen, I heard foliage snapping and bending as Debbie must have hauled herself out to the gate that separated the dealership's long lane from the road that passed by. I saw a blur of faded purple to my left and knew that our quarry was leaving.

I stepped from cover, checking that the dealership was definitely obscured by a bend in the lane, before turning and seeing brake lights - well one brake light - glow ahead of me as the van came to a halt. Debbie stepped properly forward then with her arms waving above her head - the damsel in distress, not to mention in a summery dress that appeared to be open almost to the waist now. Even from my position about twenty metres behind the vehicle I swear I could see two dark pink curves of flesh where her nipples threatened to tumble from the garment.

I was totally unsurprised when the van's driver stopped completely and even less surprised when the vehicle's driver door opened and 'black' slipped out to speak to my Terror.

A blonde head appeared in the van's doorway as I walked quietly up to the rear of the van, but no one had eyes trained behind them, all of the would-be bikers unsurprisingly focused on Debbie who was, I heard as I closed the gap, apparently a young French woman whose 'voiture' had broken down just a little way along the road.

I didn't allow myself to assign names to the three guys just then - nothing remotely personal was in my mind - and stepped forward with the revolver held steadily before me.

"Hello, little men."

Black spun on his heel and I could see understanding flash across his eyes before their focus dropped to the gun in my hand.

"Hey! Hold it, babes. You know it was just a bit of fun, right?"




A Discovery Ch. 15



"A bit of fun?" I kept the snarl I felt out of my voice, but deep down I knew that he had just sealed his fate - and the thought of a little 'slip' was now creeping across my fevered mind. "That, little man, was no fun, I assure you. You and your little friends - get them out of that van - did the most unspeakable thing to me. Or at least, I'm not speaking to authorities about your rape of me. No need, see?" I waved the gun around for a moment, "I like to settle scores my own way."

The other two guys stepped nervously from the vehicle, all six eyes now following every move of the gun.

"I've had time to think," I told them, "And by my reckoning the fact that I'm HIV positive isn't enough payback in case it hasn't already infected you. Now, get on your knees."

The redhead spoke then, "Look, miss, we didn't set out to do you no harm!"

"And I hate double negatives! Now get on your fucking knees!"

When the blonde one went to add something, I pointed the gun at a bush to my right and pulled the trigger. 

The noise was shockingly loud and I wondered if both my hand still had any feeling left in it after a massive recoil and whether the dealership's owner would come running. Given how the three guys dropped straight to the surface of the dusty lane, I figured I would just have to rely on the wide-eyed Debbie to warn me if anyone else approached. My only thoughts were for the three men on their knees in front of me.

Black went to speak but snapped his mouth shut when I pointed the revolver at him, "Not a fucking word. Now unbuckle your jeans and pull them down to your knees - all of you!"

Something about me - probably more, even, than the gun - seemed to register with the grease-balls and they rapidly did as they were told.

"Those filthy boxers, too," I added.

When they were naked from the waist down I stepped closer, "Now what you did to me," I said in a calm, quiet voice, "Was not something that should ever be allowed to happen to any woman, ever, anywhere. So I'm going to make sure that it doesn't happen again. Especially as you might be positive now."

Six eyes widened and I could see fear - true fear - deep inside them. It calmed me even further. "But don't worry about me shooting your filthy cocks off, oh no. Well, maybe not." I paused and looked at their genitals, shrunk by fear, "Although maybe that is a good idea... make totally sure it could-"

"Dallas?" Debbie said softly then.

I glanced up at her and blew her a kiss, "You're right, angel, back to the plan." I looked back down, "Now guys, I'm thinking that you should get a chance - a chance to learn the errors of your ways - so I'm going to do a deal with you. And here it is. If you can prove to me that you can control your dirty, evil, lustful thoughts for two minutes - just two - then you can go take your chances with disease. If you get even halfway hard, I'll put a bullet through your filthy cock, and if you get the whole way hard then... well, let's just say that you'll be bending over the other way to present me with the perfect target. Okay?"

Black finally spoke, his bravado and swagger a long way behind him already, "You wouldn't really-"

I let off another round and then pointed the gun back down between his legs, "No? Now nod if you agree. Oh, and by the way, if you don't agree, I'll take that as outcome three and I'll be having a little target practice with your butt-hole."

Three heads nodded like demented puppies. I allowed myself a single nod in response, turned to the redhead and said, "You, start counting slowly to one hundred and twenty. Debbie?"

My terror stepped forward, "Well, well, you pieces of low-life scum, seems you got a great deal from my love. If it had been left to me, after what you did to her I would have bought a machete and you three would be leaving here in ambulances with no genitals... but I can make this... well, hard, for you I think."

She stood beside me and slowly unzipped the dress before letting it slide down her arms and from her wrists all the way to the lane. She was naked.

I took one step forward, "Doesn't she have such gorgeous tits, guys? Oh and that pussy! Wouldn't you have loved to have gotten your cocks into that sweet snatch?" I paused and fumbled my own dress open, letting that fall to the surface of the lane as well, "Instead of this one?"

The three guys were trying to look anywhere but at the naked flesh before them, the blonde one even shutting his eyes completely.

"Open them, you - and look at what you could have taken and what you did take!"

Black snapped his eyes to the front of him, trying for defiance for a moment before I laughed, "Oh look, angel, his dirty little cock is starting to stand up! Get your hands away, scum!" I moved closer to Debbie and stroked a hand down her bare belly, "Does all this naked flesh turn you on, then? Even after what I promised I would do to you?"

"It's not fair!" wailed the redhead.

I turned to face him, "Another dirty little cock half-hard. And I'll tell you what's not fair you piece of fucking shit. Not fair is sticking that nasty piece of meat into my gorgeous cunt without my say-so. Get it?"

The calmness was turning to coldness in my veins and in my mind. "You fucked me!" I hissed, "You raped me! And now look at you - getting fucking hard just because you can see our tits and our cunts even though I told you what I would do, even though I've got this gun!"

I stepped up to the redhead and looked down at his cock, "You really fucking are! You dirty, evil, nasty..." The coldness took over and I pointed the gun downwards. I didn't think, but I'll never regret what I did next. 

I pulled the trigger.

With a blast that deafened us all for a few seconds and a flash that peppered my bare thighs with tiny burns, the bullet exploded from the gun and buried itself in the lane - having passed through the tip of the redhead's cock.

I never heard his scream in full, but the howl was loud enough to echo through the gun-blast, to imprint itself in my mind for eternity. It made my heart soar. Without further thought I turned to Black and repeated the shot before his rapidly shrinking cock made a body shot the only chance. Another loud blast, another louder scream.

The blonde had reacted fast, scrambling to his feet and trying to hoist his jeans even as he turned and started to waddle into a run.

But they had all taken me - raped me - and no one would get away without my revenge. Beside me Debbie was mouthing something - 'one' - and pointing at the revolver. I nodded. There was just one bullet left in there.

I ran then, chased after the blonde rapist, caught him easily before he reached the road proper, and span him around.

"So, blondie - Bazza - just you left now, and my memory is very good, you know? You, you piece of utter filth, you came in me! Jeans down and on your knees. Now!"

"Please don't!"

"Just do it, and pray I let you survive this. After I felt your nasty, dirty seed in my pristine cunt, I think maybe I should finish you for good right here!"

"Please, no!" His wail was becoming a scream as he dropped to the lane.

"It's not such a fat cock now, is it?" I gyrated in front of him, "Doesn't it want to get itself cumming in here again?" I parted my pussy lips, thrusting at his quivering head, "Don't you want to fuck me again? Rape me again?"

Beside me Debbie walked up and she leaned over, her rage having grown now, released and free, "Yes, blondie, don't you wish you'd cum deep in my cunt as well? Sucked on these lovely big nipples?"

She turned to me then and pulled me close, kissing me, "I heard what you said to him. Shoot him. Blow his fucking cock right off!"

I released her and turned to the blonde rapist, "She's right," I said, simply. I aimed down and the last blast echoed off the trees as the slightly deeper shot splattered blood and fleshy, once-cock, morsels all over our naked legs and the surrounding grass.

I heard the third scream join the howls that were screeching out of the other two a little way off, and I nodded to Debbie. I gave the scene one last look and turned away, walking with my arm through my Terror's, collecting our discarded dresses before walking back to the car with them.

Revenge was paid, and now we could focus on whatever fun we wanted...



A Discovery Ch. 16



When I had walked away from the suitably suffering would-be biker trio of rapists I had thought that maybe now we could return to a future of doing anything we wanted to do - and that was true enough.

But there was a lurking shadow deep within me. 

I suppose it's not really a surprise to say that the three guys and their despicable act had somehow soured the whole place. The little house and its gently rolling garden, Lynne and Belle next door on one side, the constant sunlight, the blue skies, the view of the distant shore... they were all things that I had craved back in England whether I knew it or not, but now they were somehow sullied.

There was Debbie, though, and my love for her strengthened to a degree I had never imagined possible. The shadow brought a new clarity to my vision - of my surroundings, of my Terror - and I gave up fighting it within a couple of days of my revenge mission. The knock-out blow was, oddly, delivered by a red-faced gendarme whose grasp of English was dealt a serious knock when he was invited into our little house to interview me 'informally' by the naked Debbie.

She evidently introduced the also-naked me in French and other than my name I only understood the French for word 'nudist' - mainly because that's 'nudiste'. The poor young man didn't know where to look.

"Madame... mademoiselle... er..."

"Just call me Dallas," I extended my hand to shake his.

He accepted my mitt much as I would expect a guy to grasp a hissing snake and his brief shake was hardly a touch at all, "Er, oui... yes... Dallas... We asking are everyone if... if you see anything abnormal... unusual on Sunday last."

Debbie sat beside me and answered for me, still mercifully in English, "That's not likely officer. We were here all day Sunday."

The young man glanced at Debbie and then turned back to me, "This true is?"

"Oh yes," I nodded, following lines Debbie and I had rehearsed, "We spent all day here resting and... well, you know?"

Debbie interrupted on cue and I recognised the term 'faire l'amour' and maybe 'baisage' - but whatever was actually said, the guy's cheeks flamed.

He quickly interrupted what was evidently a colourful flow of words about our love-making, "That's sufficient! So madamoiselle... Dallas... that is all I now need and I go will. If anything you memory... remember... then you calling me, yes?" 

I took a proffered business card and nodded, "I certainly will, officer. Now can we get you a coffee perhaps before you go?" I stood.

"No! I mean, no thank you. I busy very am."

Beside me, Debbie rose and offered the now-shaking young man a hand, "I'll show you out then, shall I?"

She led the quivering gendarme out of the house, gently closed the front door behind our temporary guest and ran back, grinning from ear to ear, "See? I told you nothing would come of it."

We embraced in the living room, "I have a feeling the distractions helped."

"He definitely liked your distractions," Debbie nodded, her hands rising to cup them, "And I can't say I blame him."

"Just so long," I sighed, "As it's only you who gets to fondle my distractions from now on."

"And kiss them?" She dipped her head.

"Oh yes, that too. Oh yes... very yes..."

I had always known that my breasts, my nipples especially of course, were sensitive in just the right way, but something about my Terror's mouth as she began to suck and lick and nip took the experience to new, dizzying, heights. We were still learning what the other loved and enjoyed, but this was one thing she'd got right very quickly - and I wasn't complaining. Moaning, yes, but that was no complaint.

"I don't know how you do that," I managed, "But promise me you won't stop."

By way of response, Debbie sucked hard on my right breast, drawing the rigid nipple fully into her mouth, her hands now venturing lower, cupping the naked cheeks of my butt. Her big blue eyes stared up at me as she began to work me into a state of glorious helplessness and when she flicked those eyes towards the back of the house I could only nod.

She released my breast and slid-slipped upright, kissing my lips before grabbing my hand and dragging me, uncomplaining, through the back door and onto our lawn. There she lowered me to the soft grass and dropped between my already spread knees, her mouth now seeking the very wet, hot centre of me. I spread my legs wider, my invitation as open as my now-aching pussy, and I felt her tongue start to glide and explore, even as her fingers exposed and caressed my hard clitoris.

I ground my shoulder-blades into the velvety grass, thrusting my hips upward to increase the joyous pressure on my womanhood, and barely flinched when a chuckle sounded from off to our right.

"You go girl," Belle's voice drifted down to us.

Between my thighs I heard a snort of laughter, but Debbie never slowed her attentions for a second - and I certainly felt no inclination to stop her, audience or not.

"Oh, she's going all right," I managed, "My Terror knows just what I like... love!"

I don't know if things had really changed - whether some inner exhibitionist had been released - but knowing that our neighbour was watching my Debbie lap at my eager pussy was thrilling at a very deep level. And that Debbie was equally content to continue only served to heighten the thrill.

But Belle hadn't, it seemed, been watching everything because now a soft thump beside me indicated that she must have gone inside quickly to retrieve something. I glanced to my side and my eyes widened. I tapped Debbie of the back of her head.

"I think our lovely neighbour has a suggestion."

Debbie paused and raised her head, my juices glistening on her lips. She looked to where my eyes were fixed and then reached out a hand to pick up the object Belle had thrown over to us, "I think," Debbie grinned, "Our neighbour has a great idea." She looked up at Belle and waved the double-ended dildo at her. "Thanks, Belle. Any warnings?"

The dark lady laughed deeply, "Just you start slow, honey. And that thing's for sharing true and proper!"

Debbie's eyes took on the mischievous glint that I had come to associate with extreme naughtiness, "How about," she asked, looking at me but speaking to our neighbour, "Me and Dallas try it out here first so you can tell us if we're doing anything wrong?" 

Those eyes widened just a touch when I stuck my tongue between my lips and then nodded. "Good idea."

Belle's chuckle echoed my sentiments, "Just fine by me, honey. Say what. I'll even come help if you're reckoning you might need a hand."

Debbie's lips pursed but before she could ask my permission - which she later said would have been the question which came next - I sat up on my elbows and looked over at our neighbour, "I think that sounds like a great idea."

My Terror let out a low chuckle, "Sure?" she whispered.

I nodded, "If you like."

Her answer was obvious, "Sounds great to me too, Belle. All hands on deck, so to speak."

Neither of us were given spare seconds to change our minds, and the tall woman arrived by our sides before we could even re-organise our positions. She was still chuckling, "Just to let you know, honeys, I am gonna be telling my Lynne all about this later, so don't you go worrying about what you can say in front of her, you got me?"

We both nodded. Debbie almost raised a hand to speak, "How do we, er, do it?"

Belle laughed louder, "You're sounding like you are desperate to find out, honey."

That brought laughs from both of us - as well as eager nods.

"Well, I'll help you this time," our neighbour said, "But after this one, you're all on your own. Now, you're gonna need lots of hand control here, and a fair bit of pussy clenching too. Ready?"

"Are you sure this will be okay with Lynne?" I managed.

Belle roared a laugh, "She might ask to watch you herself, but she'll be just fine with it. Now you 

just lay back there, Dallas honey, and we'll get you started first."

I stared, open-mouthed, at Debbie as the big woman grasped the double-headed toy and placed one end right at the entrance to my soaking pussy. She started to ease it inside me, started to part my very pussy lips, and I could feel her fingers fluttering over my clit. I was whimpering with delight and didn't even complain when the big woman cupped my bare breasts quickly before turning to Debbie. Her hands now wandered even more freely and I was whimpering more when I first saw those big, dark hands finally cover my Terror's wide-nippled tits.

She eased Debbie forward then and my whimpers turned to moans when I saw the delight blaze in Debbie's eyes as Belle put a hand down to my girl's own pussy and gently parted those sweet lips. I felt Belle's other hand grasp the dildo already deep inside me, and she guided Debbie gently, seductively, onto the other end of the toy.

The penetrative heads of the dildo were not long, and as Debbie allowed it to slide inside her I could see why. Length was not an issue unless one of you took too much. And Belle was making sure that couldn't happen by bearing Debbie's weight over me, one of her hands clutching the small length of toy between our wet, hot pussies. I know that our neighbour was taking every advantage of the situation, her fingers nestling into our soft folds even as we started to move together, our lips almost meeting as we thrust more firmly.

We were both whimpering and moaning now, and it was no surprise to me when Belle's own moans reached my ears. I had been staring into Debbie's wide eyes, almost lost in ecstasy, but now I looked at our neighbour. She had one hand behind my Debbie, presumably the one I could feel between our pussies, and with the other she was delving deeply into her own womanhood, rubbing spasmodically but quickly. Her heavy breasts were heaving up and down as she played, their nipples rigid.

Above me, Debbie was bearing much of her weight on her hands and knees as she rode my fake cock, as she drove it as far as she dared into my welcoming depths. I could see her joy and it made my heart soar, made my mind go blank except for thoughts of our pleasure. All of our pleasure.

"I love your tits, Debbie," I gasped, "And so does Belle, I think."

"Oh yeah, honey."

"I wish I could reach to suck on them."

Debbie nodded, "Me too. Shall I move up?"

I shook my head, "I reckon Belle could reach them."

Debbie's big eyes widened, but she didn't shake her head in denial. Instead she said, softly, "True."

Our neighbour needed no other hint or word, and she ducked her head down between our bodies and as her hair ground gently into my own breasts I saw Debbie's eyes widen even further and she moaned loudly. I could hear the eager lapping of Belle's mouth and I managed a soft laugh as Debbie's hips began to move faster on the dildo. "Does my Terror like that? Does she like having her tit sucked by lovely Belle?"

In response, Debbie's pace increased even more, "Fuck yes! Show her Belle!"

I may not have been fast on the uptake but our neighbour was. Her head swivelled beneath me and her mouth closed over my left breast, already sucking and licking. My mouth dropped open and I stared up at my sweet Terror, already bucking harder. If I really had thought Debbie was learning to pleasure me there already, now I knew there was still a lot to be learned. It was like Belle could read my mind - or at least my tit - and her mouth exerted just the right pulls and pushes as she licked and nipped, sucked and suckled. Our neighbour's hand on the toy had loosened and now there was no pretence or accident as she stroked us both. The mouth left my breast and the head turned. Any dismay I might have felt at the cessation of such intense pleasure was wiped away as my Debbie's eyes almost rolled up in their sockets as she cried out, loud, her joy.

My Terror's hips were now jerking rather than thrusting and her bright blue pupils hove back into view as she started to make a constant mewling sound. We all knew - me, Belle, Debbie herself, maybe the whole neighbourhood - when Debbie's climax arrived. My Terror, my baby, my love, howled louder than I had ever heard her before, her back arching, her hands leaving the ground, one to pull Belle's head tighter, the other seeking and finding my right breast.

That noise, that feel, those fingers - they brought my own climax soaring through me and I cried out in joy. I yelled that I was 'cumming' and howled that I was 'cumming so fucking hard' - I was told later - and it was true. Sometimes a climax will build and peak, sometimes it just appears almost by surprise, at best it will be intense and focused. This one tore through me in a fury of delight. My muscles locked and I let wolf-girl free as I reached the zenith.

But then above me Debbie cried out again in joy and her own howl was matched by a guttural cry of delight from the mouth at her breast and I felt our neighbour twitch and jerk as her rasping note pitched higher. 

My zenith might as well have been the nadir as more delight coursed through me. I tore at the grass then grabbed again at Belle and my Terror, uniting us in passions beyond imagining. I cried out and howled, wanting the world to know my joy. Once more my brain faded to darkness.

I awoke entangled with the sweating, panting bodies of the two women, my throat raw, my nerves shredded. But from somewhere I found a laugh. "Wow," I added.

Debbie was the first to comment, her eyes almost glazed over now, "Very fucking wow."

Belle managed to sit up, "Much more wow than I'd ever hoped for, honeys."

I laughed, "Well I know you've always liked the looks of my Terror, but I guess that means she feels as good as she looks?"

Debbie slapped my arm playfully, "Don't try to embarrass Belle - or me."

Beside us Belle laughed her deep chuckle, "I ain't embarrassed to admit it. Debbie here is one hot chick and yeah, her titties are as divine on the tongue as they are on the eyes."

"Oh, please!" Debbie shook her head, "So maybe it's just me who's embarrassed."

"No you're not," I grinned.

Her own smile threatened to appear, "Whatever. Now who wants coffee?"

"We need to get off this thing first," I pointed out.

"You do," Belle agreed, "But you gotta be careful now. Let me show you how it's best done."

I lay back and tried not to giggle too much as Belle made a very bad show of 'accidentally' touching Debbie everywhere as she helped her off one end of the toy. My own giggles were repaid almost immediately as our neighbour took a whole heap of time more than she needed repeating the manoeuvre on me.

Soon, though, it was all done, and Belle surprised both of us when she said that although coffee would be nice, and more time with us two would be even nicer - especially Debbie - she had to leave us and go do some shopping before Lynne got home. She also told us that we could borrow the toy indefinitely, as well as informing Debbie that she and her had used the same end...

And then we were alone once more.

"That," I told Debbie's bare back - and bare butt - when we went through to the kitchen, "Was a lot more than I had expected."

"Tell me about it!" She was heaping coffee into the machine's filter, "But not too much?"

"Not at all. That's a great new toy."

"I meant with Belle there, and doing what she did."

I joined Debbie at the coffee machine, switching it on for her, "Maybe not something I'd make a habit of, but no, it was not too much at all. And I did say she'd been lusting after you right from day one."

She snorted a giggle, "Yeah well. Just because you lust after someone doesn't mean to say you get your mouth on their tits. Or cocks as it used to be."

"No regrets on that score?"

"You mean about no more cocks?" Debbie was no dumb blonde.

"That's what I'm talking about now." I agreed.

"Yeah I have no regrets then. I have you and that's all I want. What about you?"

"The same," I told her. "Maybe even more so after those three guys..."

Debbie turned and pulled me into a tight embrace, "It's over, Dallas. And I swear I will never leave you again."

Something told me that it was not a time for bemoaning her near-apology. "I know, Terror. And I don't think I will ever let you anyway. And you're right. It is over now and before you ask I have no regrets about my revenge - thank you again for helping so much - and maybe that's a new thing in me too."

"What is?"

"A new level of honesty, I guess," I wasn't totally sure where this was going but I let my mouth have free rein. "I mean, the situation, the freedom here, is over for me in many ways. Perhaps there are too many reminders or something."

Debbie released me and poured two steaming mugs before handing me one, "You seemed like your old self this morning out there with Belle and me."

I laughed, "I have a feeling nothing is going to quieten the new sex-mad Dallas. But it's... I don't know... left a sort of taint in the air here."

I was relieved when she nodded - more relieved than I had realised I was going to be, wanted to be. She took a sip of coffee then looked me squarely in the eye. "So that's the end of the dream in the South of France, then. Where do we take it next? If you still want to..." 

"Oh, I want to," I assured her. I looked at the new toy Belle had loaned us, where it was sitting happily on the kitchen table. "Are there many nudist resorts in Malta, maybe?"

Debbie smiled, "A couple. When do you want to leave?"

"You don't mind?"

"I don't speak Malteser or whatever they call it, but no, I just want to be somewhere happy with you."

"Then how about we have another week here first?"

"Why wait? I don't mind shifting as soon as you want to."

I picked up the toy in my free hand, "Perhaps there's some unfinished business here?"

Debbie's eyes widened before she let loose a very girly giggle, "Dallas! And you call me the terror?"

I shrugged as innocently as I could - or not very innocently in other words - and set down both the coffee and the toy. I held my arms open for my Terror, "Well we did agree that there were all sorts of new adventures ahead of us." 

She stepped into my embrace and kissed the tip of my nose. "I have a feeling they've already started."