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If I Knew Then... Ch. 01

By: MVPrimetime



We have all said it. "If I was eighteen again and I knew then what I know now"

But what would we have done differently?

For a start I would not have gone out with my first girlfriend. Oh she was nice enough, and we had a good time and learned a lot from each other, but since I wouldn't have to learn it again I might as well go for a different experience. 

You see I met her (Penny) at a party, but only later found out that a different girl (Jill) who I fancied, had come to the party hoping to see me. I have often wondered what would have happened if I had chatted to her instead. Because I went with Penny I never got a second chance with Jill. She ended up marrying her first boyfriend, whom she met about a month later. He was a church going hypocrite, who I know has having sex with her well before marriage, even if they did settle down and have three kids, and she ended up spending a boring life between church and the school run. Such a waste of a bright beautiful girl.

Of course if I was back to being 18 I would still be at school, and still have to live with my parents, and still have no money. But with what I know now I could breeze through school, get on better with the old folks and I would be prepared to work and take risks to make some cash, instead of being the typically lazy teenager I had been first time round. Knowing the Derby, Football League and FA Cup, and World Cup winners would also help. (Gambling, and alcohol are both legal at 18 in the UK)

Still I would not have changed my parent's attitude to sex, so I would need to sort out a place to take girls once I charmed them with my mature and devastating personality. Again 'what I know now' (i.e. That one of my school friends became a swinger who invited me to join his girlfriend in a threesome when I was twenty one) would help. His house was not far from the girls school and both his parents worked, so we would be undisturbed on the afternoons... a frank chat, with the hint that if he let me use his spare bedroom to seduce girls I might get one to do a three way with him would set me up nicely.

So if I could go back, when would be the time to choose? February 1980, last year of school, my parents are away for the weekend, my friends have been at my house all day for a jam session and the girls are about to arrive for that fateful party. Just like last time, except this time there would be white wine in the fridge, the house would be clean and tidy, and I would have taken a little time to do some personal grooming. I would have also sorted some snacks and appropriate music, and arranged the furniture. It would all be just a little bit better. So what would have happened? What story could I now tell about that party, and the events that followed....

When the doorbell rang I was ready to welcome them in. First on the doorstep was Jo, a sharp girl in every way, skinny, witty, natural blonde, not a curve on her. Bossy as hell, and definitely on my hit-list for later. Behind her was Charlotte, a short round girl with glasses, funny and charming, but we never had a spark. Her friend Alison was close on her heels, a tall redhead with a strong square jaw who I thought was a selfish mare, and she didn't think much of me, but the last two from that carload were the important ones. Penny, a quite gorgeous little brunette, and Jill, who I had fancied for ages. She was tall and slim, but not skinny, with a bright broad smile and sparkling eyes, a charming laugh and such beautiful hands that I used to dream of them.

I welcomed each girl in turn, taking a moment to admire Penny (and remember what she had looked like a year later, kneeling naked on the floor of the bathroom, sucking my cock for the first time as my anniversary present) but when I looked into Jill's eyes and said "Hello, come in, can I get you a drink?" and she smiled back, I knew that I had made the right choice this time.

I broadened the invitation to all the girls, ushering them in to the living room, introducing them to the guys that were there, explaining that the others had not yet arrived but there should be several car loads more on the way, and delegating one of my friends to start pouring wine. I ran that party so well that night, playing the charming host, and ensuring that my friends had enough but not too much to drink, the music kept pace with the mood, and nothing got broken. But I kept close to Jill as much as possible, and even allowed Penny to flirt with me just enough to make Jill a little jealous. I charmed her. 

I took her jacket, got her a glass of wine, engaged her in conversation, showed her the rather cool Korg synthesiser that one of the band had just bought (she played piano, it was an easy excuse to keep talking) got a plate of nice stuff to share when we had supper later on (she even volunteered to help me prepare stuff) and did the food flirting thing, popping a grape into her mouth. It let me touch her lip with my finger, and I held her gaze and smiled. She glowed. 

Another glass of wine, some dancing, a moment in the hallway to cool down and catch our breath, I took her hand to lead her back to the dance floor, and after the next few dances, ever closer and just a little more daring, a touch on the shoulder, a lean in close to say something over the noise, I took her hand again to lead her to the kitchen past Jo and my friend Owen who were attempting to remove each others lips by mutual suction power. We slid past the kissing couple, me giving Jill a meaningful glance, and over to the fridge, where long cool drinks of citron presse were downed. Her face was flushed from dancing, a little perspiration sheen as if we had just had sex, and as I took her empty glass I stepped in close and looked down into her eyes. 

"I am glad you came tonight." I said, "I was hoping you would."

She looked a little coy, and said "Why?"

"Because I was hoping I might have a chance to talk to you, and dance with you and maybe to kiss you." Her smile and uplifted head was all I needed to see, and our lips met lightly. A second kiss, and a third followed, each a little more confident, a little more open, a little longer. Gently, not rushing to 'snog' as teenage culture called it.

The fourth kiss was longer still and I felt her relax in my arms, I was holding her close now, and could feel her body warm against mine. I pushed her back a little against the counter beside the sink, and let her droop a tiny amount so my knee was pressed a little between hers. I kept the kiss long enough to use up all her breath and pulled away gently so she could take in some oxygen. I could feel her body respond, a little dizzy, her heart thumping as I held her firmly and looked into her eyes again. 

"That was very nice," I said, "Would you mind if I did that again?"

"Please, " was her reply.

We were disturbed a few minutes later by Owen. And Jo. She made some typically catty remark, but Jill just stuck out her tongue at her, and draped her arms round my neck before kissing me again. A good sign.

"Shall we go and dance?" I asked, and without waiting for a reply dragged her back into the living room where Bat out of Hell was being replaced by Judie Tzuke. We joined the slow dancing couples, and I gently explored her back and shoulders with my hands, and the nape of her neck, while occasionally brushing her cheek or ear or neck or lips with mine. It wasn't fair really. Between the rush of hormones and the drink and the flattery and the confident and yet unthreatening way I handled her, along with the music and the company, she was almost trembling with previously unexperienced emotions. She was on the verge of lust.

I had imagined that my seduction of Jill would take weeks. I knew she had never had a boyfriend before, and expected her to be shy and wary and that it would be a long time to get more than a kiss, since that was how Penny had been. But I knew that if I played this just right I might well get a lot further right now than I had planned. 

"Are you ok? Would you like to get some cooler air?" I asked. She seized the opening and said "Yes" as she moved towards the door to the hall. We had to pass the chair in which Lenny was sitting with Penny on his knee. They were kissing with their eyes closed, and I noticed her put her hand on his to stop it moving up from her knee. Lenny and Penny, I thought, that one won't last.

In the hall I took her over to the door, going to open it to let in the cold winter air, for the house was oppressively hot, but she took my hand and pulled me toward her instead. She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, and she grasped the front of my shirt as she kissed me, then stepped up one stair and did it again, then stepped up again. I had to step after her to keep in reach. When we got to the top landing she looked around and said "Which one is yours?" I nodded to the bedroom door on the right.

She stood in the middle of the room (which was much tidier than I would normally have kept it) and looked around. 

"I have never been in a boy's bedroom before" she said

"I have never had a girl in my my bedroom before" I replied.

She laughed, a beautiful light laugh, that got suddenly richer and deeper as she stepped towards me and said "So what do we do now we are here?"

We kissed, I hugged her to me, and with one hand on her shoulder blades to crush her breasts against my chest, I pushed down on the small of her back to push her hips against my thigh. I held the kiss until she ran out of breath and had to throw her head back to get air, which allowed me to kiss her neck, and slide my mouth down to her throat. 

I had bent my knees to get my head that low, and this placed my leg between hers. She sagged against my thigh as I straightened up again to kiss her lips, pulling her tight against me, knowing that this would ruck the fabric of her skirt up between her thighs and press against her pubis. She reacted with an eye opening gasp, and then threw herself into another kiss, pushing her hips forward to rub herself against me.

I turned her round, and still kissing her, lowered her to sit on my bed, then knelt in front of her. She had to part her knees to let me come close enough to hold her, and this meant that her skirt was pushed up her thighs so that when I was again tight against her this time the bulge of my erection in my jeans was directly against the crotch of her tights. Four layers of material, three of them pretty thin, was all that lay between my cock and her clitoris, but I knew that it was unlikely that any more would be removed unless this girl went really wild. Virgins just don't go all the way on first dates, even after three glasses of white wine. 

For what seemed eternity we kissed, our hands roaming outside each other's clothes, and she began to grind her crotch against me. Her breathing began to get shallow, her cheeks flushed, she began to bounce up and down against my cock, and broke off the kiss to lean back and push harder still, lifting her legs to rub more of her cloth encased pussy up and down. Her eyes took on that far-away-but-right-here-in-the-present look that I have seen girls get -- she didn't know what was happening to her, but she was enjoying it. It frightened her but she wasn't going to stop. It was too good, but too new, but too...

She came. Gasping, groaning, thrashing not knowing what to do, writhing in my arms, throwing herself back across the bed, then reaching for me to pull me to her and kissing me with all the breath left in her body. 

I was between her legs, her thighs spread wide, my now aching hard on pressed against her crotch. I let my hips move as they wanted to do, but kept it slow and soft. If I let myself get carried away now I knew I would scare her. Maybe the next time, or the time after that. I could wait, but I was sure I would not have to wait long.

So I slowed it down, and still kissing her rolled off her and pulled her on top of me to cradle her in my arms and let her find her own comfortable position. If she wanted to carry on she could easily push against me, or climb on top. She snuggled down against me but lifted her head to kiss me. In a small voice she said "That was..."

I filled in after she paused "Fun? Good? Lovely?"

"Yes..."

She paused again and then said "I don't know exactly what happened there. I think I might have ..."

"Had an orgasm."

"Yes... I think."

"Was that your first?"

"Yes. It was really..."

"Nice? But a bit scary?"

She just nodded in reply. 

"I thought I was going to die the first time I had one." I said as I hugged her. 

She was quiet for a moment, then said "Who were you with?"

I laughed, and said "No one. I was just a kid, I had some interesting dreams and woke up as I came. It was weird."

"So have you ever done it with anyone?"

"Not yet."

She snuggled closer and said "That's awful. You should have someone to hold you when that happens. "

I held my breath. 

Her hand was on my stomach. Inches away from my still erect cock. 

I wondered what to say, and managed "You're right. That would be good."

She raised her head and said "Would you like me to hold you?"

The question rose in my mind of what exactly she meant, but I simply said "Yes"

"Do you need me to do anything?"

Scenarios flashed through my mind. She might be on for anything. Take it slowly. 

"Could you come up to lie on top of me?"

I pushed her hip upwards and she slipped her leg over me. I made sure the skirt which had ridden up over her bottom stayed bunched at the small of her back. I put both hands on her bottom to pull her into position, her thinly covered pussy against my jeans above my cock. 

It had been a long time since I last held a tight teen ass in my hands, and it was a joy to rock her back and forth along the ridge of my erection. I knew that each time she slid down my hands would be pulling her ass and pussy a little open, a sensation that would be new to her, making her feel a little more exposed, vulnerable but brazen. She flexed her hips to push against me, and I knew this was for her own pleasure. I wished she was naked with my cock inside her. 

I pulled her down to kiss her, putting her ass in the air and making her spread her legs wider to keep rubbing against me. She was humping me, giving in to her own pleasure again. 

With my hands hooked over her shoulders I could pull her hard against me, and she began to groan again with each thrust of her hips. I moved my hands down to her flanks, then up over her ribs to cup her breasts. Squeezing them in time with her hip thrusts I heavily kissed her throat, and a little lower down toward her soft skinned breast. She was on the verge of coming again, so I grasped her hair and pulled her into a fierce kiss while my other hand gripped her ass and drove her into some fast spasmodic, climactic movements. 

As she came she pulled up to breathe, allowing me to slip my hand further round her ass, to press a finger along her crotch, feeling the soft dampness of the pussy beneath the soaked knickers and tights. My other hand was squeezing her breast, as she wriggled and gasped, before collapsing in my arms again. 

It took a few moments for her to recover, and I stroked her hair and back, and whispered gently to her, telling her she was beautiful and lovely, all of it true. 

With a deep breath she push herself up and stretched like a cat, then looked down at me and grinned. 

"You made me do it again," she said, and then in slightly shocked tones "Oh no, I got carried away! What about you?"

"I'm fine, it's ok."

Her face was heart-warmingly, comically, distraught as she said "But it was your turn!"

I pulled her down to kiss her and said "You can get me next time."

Her voice was tinged with confusion and hope as she said "Next time?"

I looked at her intensely and said "I want to see you again. I want to go out with you, walk and talk and play music with you, play chess as well, although I'm not much good at it and I know you are on the school team, but I won't mind if I loose as long as I can be with you."

She was almost in tears as she said "You mean that? But that's lovely!"

"And you are lovely too, and I would love to stay here with you, but your lift will be leaving soon, so we had better get you downstairs and maybe you should brush your hair first."

She tried to argue for a moment, but I overruled her "I am not taking the risk that your parents will see you coming down stairs with your hair so beautifully rumpled. They would never let me see you again."

She sobered up at that. "You are right, although it is Penny's mum who is picking us up, and we are all staying over at her place."

"Well, even so, I don't want her gossiping either. So go to the bathroom and I will meet you downstairs in a minute. I had better make sure the others haven't wrecked the joint."

Downstairs Penny was still snogging Lenny, Owen was in the cloakroom with Jo, and various other couples and drunken singles littered the dining room. At the kitchen table Allison was arguing with a guy called Tim about religion. Typical party really. 

When Jill arrived down stairs I got her a non alcoholic drink, and told her she looked fabulous. She did. That shy, but loose and slightly brazen look of the girl who has just had orgasmic sex was on her. We swapped phone numbers, and arranged to meet down town the next afternoon. As she was leaving she put her hand to my cheek and gave me a short but memorable kiss on the lips, and murmured "Goodnight handsome man"

I was touched to the heart.

I had high hopes of what would happen the next day. 

Of course in this reality I had earned enough in my summer job to buy a car, although it would have been carefully chosen. Something fun, but safe and unthreatening for parents. A Mini. A car beloved by mothers everywhere and seemingly unsuitable for seducing daughters in. Although parents may be amazed at how flexible a horny teenage girl can be. 

So the following afternoon I arrived in the city centre at the designated spot, a little early, and waited with the engine running to keep the car warm for Jill to arrive. She appeared with a small overnight bag, grinning widely, long hair flowing in the cold breeze, all wrapped up in long coat and scarf and gloves and black boots and jeans.

Now jeans are an interesting item of clothing when seducing young women. They have their advantages and their drawbacks. On the plus side the continuity of the material, and the fact that everything is covered with no access, allows a little more freedom for hands to roam on a girl who is wary or nervous. A girl will object to a touch on a bare knee, or even one covered in tights (Pantyhose for American readers) much more strongly than a touch on a leg, even thigh, covered in denim. Trousers allow a girl to move more freely, and to wrap her legs around a boy without the restriction of a skirt when properly down, or the brazen nerve required to lift a skirt up. 

On the minus side, tight jeans are very hard to get off, both practically and mentally. Girls generally only wear panties beneath them, so while you might get a hand up a skirt if a girl had tights on (still no easy way to access bare flesh) to take her jeans off is a major step towards being naked. Just opening the fly takes time, getting a hand inside without unzipping is next to impossible, even with a fly down there is no room to move, so they have to be struggled down over the thighs, but then she can't open her knees so to get anywhere they need to go to the ankles, or preferably, all the way off. With calf length boots to deal with the whole thing becomes unbearable. It is a lot of unsexy nervous wriggling and pulling and being vulnerable and a total turn off for a girl who is not prepared for it. 

Of course jeans were just about the standard casual clothes of the time, so the fact she was wearing them may have meant nothing, but while Jill had allowed me to lift her skirt the night before, and my hands had held that tight round ass (which her jeans showed off to attractive advantage) perhaps she was less inclined to allow such liberty today in all sobriety. But her smile was warm, and as she slipped into the passenger seat she leaned across to kiss me, and took my face in her hand. "Hello, handsome. I was worried you wouldn't be here."


If I Knew Then... Ch. 01



I kissed here and said "Wouldn't be anywhere else. But now you are here were shall we go?"

Her reply was swift and definite. "Your house." 

"Okay. But you are too late to help with the tidying up, the guys had it cleared before they left this morning."

She punched me on the arm "You cheeky git! You don't think I was coming with you to do housework!"

"Aoww. Well I thought you might feel guilty for running out so early last night and leaving me with all that to take care of. You were at the party too, after all."

"Yes," she said "and I enjoyed it very much, I suppose I should say thank you."

"My pleasure. So if you aren't expecting to have to help with the dishes, what do you think we will do when we get to my house?"

"Have you got a chess set?" she asked. 

"Yes."

"Then we can play chess. You said you wanted to."

I gave this a moment's thought. I knew this game. So play along , let her tease me, wait for her to break. 

"I said I wasn't very good at it and I'd like you to teach me." I said. 

"Okay. So I'll give you lessons, but tell me what happened after we left last night"

So on the journey to my house I told her of the late night viewing of Apocalypse Now and Lenny and Owen plotting a double date with Penny and Jo at the cinema, wondering If the girls would go to see The Kentucky Fried Movie. 

Jill thought Jo might, but Penny would be too straight laced. I had to smile at that, knowing that Penny would laugh like a drain at the Catholic High School Girls in Trouble section, and renact it in the shower herself. 

We were nearly at my house when I asked what the girls had got up to back at Penny's. Jill blushed a little, and blustered. "Just talk, we all had sleeping bags so we were all over Penny's bedroom floor and we talked until we fell asleep."

"What did you talk about?" I asked as I drew up at my door. 

"Just stuff, all sorts of things," she said and sprang from the car. She was round to my door by the time I had got out, and said "I'll put the kettle on if you find the board."

She got me to set it up on the coffee table in the living room, and told me to set up her pieces as she made a pot of tea. I was sitting on the sofa, she brought in two mugs, and plonked down on the armchair opposite me. Without a word she moved a pawn, and leaned back, smiling at me. 

We exchanged a few moves, and a little small talk, when she suddenly said "Mostly what talked about last night was boys."

"Really?"

"Jo says they all want one thing, but that is ok with her because she wants it too. That shocked Penny. I don't think she wants it."

Visions of Penny lying on her back holding her dark furred pussy lips open with both hands saying "Lick me again, please" passed through my mind, but I said only "She seemed pretty attached to Len last night"

"Yeah, but kissing is the limit. She wouldn't let a boy touch her, not like I let you last night."

Her cheeks were scarlet. 

I decided not to mention this so I looked down at the board and said "Well maybe she just doesn't know how good that feels yet. Anyway, Owen claims he got nowhere with Jo last night so she isn't that keen."

"Were you talking about what we did with the boys last night?" she said, with concern.

"No. Owen was complaining, and Lenny was being smug, claims Penny was wearing stockings not tights, that he could feel the clips through her dress even if she wouldn't let him check under it But I wasn't talking about us."

I looked at her then and took her hand, and said firmly "I hate guys talking like that. I would never do that. I would only want to kiss a girl, or be near a girl, who I thought was special, and I would never talk about her that way. They make it sound dirty and bad, they make the girls out to be stupid or slutty. I don't think it is bad, or dirty, and I don't think a girl who likes it just as much as a boy is stupid or cheap. But I do think you are special, and beautiful, and smart and funny and very sexy, and I think that what we did was wonderful, and private. I don't want to share it with anyone else."

I had been leaning forward over the chessboard and now her hand came up to my cheek again and I saw she had a hint of a tear in her eyes as she whispered "Oh Sean, you are lovely"

I kissed her. In a second she had risen from her chair as I pulled her to me and she stepped over the table with her long slim legs to embrace me and fall upon me on the sofa. Her kisses were as fierce and passionate as the night before, and her hands roamed over my body as she pressed herself to me. My hands were in her hair, running down her back to grasp her tight denim ass, brushing up her side to caress her breast through her blouse, and at each caress she responded. 

Clearly this girl was as horny as me. 

After a few moments of this she broke the kiss off and looked down at me. Her voice was deepened with lust as she said "Shall we go to your bed?" 

All I could manage was a "Yes"

Jill climbed off me, and took my hand to pull me upright. Without letting go she lead me from the room, across the hall and up the stairs straight to my bedroom. She turned then and kissed me again but there was a strange quality to the kiss. Again she broke it off and took a half step back, holding both my hands as she said "There is something I want to do. I have never done it before, but I want to do it with you. Jo talked about this last night, and some of the girls were a bit silly about it, but I just listened and thought about what you did for me, and how it felt, and it just seemed right, and I wanted to do this for you."

She let go of my hands and reached for my belt buckle. I didn't object. She fumbled for a moment and had to look down, and then as she started to work on the button of my fly she dropped onto her knees. 

My heart was racing. I wasn't certain exactly what she intended, but whatever it was seemed likely to be good. 

With my zip pulled down she began to pull my jeans down to my knees, and paused in hesitation as my bulging erection in my underpants came into view. I was looking down at her, and saw her swallow her anxiety, and her hands came up to the waistband of my knickers. She pulled them down slowly, until my cock came free and sprang back up in front of her. She made a small noise of surprise and for a moment was completely still. In a tiny voice she said "Oh. It is beautiful."

Then her hand came up to take hold of it, and she pulled it down to point straight at her face. The action pulled back my foreskin, and I could not help letting out a sigh. 

Again she whispered "Beautiful," and then she leaned forward to kiss it.

It was incredible. After the first brief touch of her lips she put her tongue forward to swirl around the opening that was already wet with my excitement. Then her mouth opened further and she sucked in the head of my cock, ran her tongue around it again inside her mouth, and then pulled back, still sucking as it came out of her lips with a popping noise. 

I nearly collapsed onto the bed. 

She looked at me with concern and said "Are you ok?"

"Oh my god. Oh yes. Oh, do that again."

She grinned. It was the most beautiful and sexy look I have ever seen on an eighteen year old girl's face. Then she did it again.

I have had some great blow jobs, but this body had never felt anything like what she was doing. It was its first, as well as hers. She kept it simple, just sucking and licking my tip, and responding to the jerk of my hips, which sometimes took her by surprise, but she quickly learned what caused me to jump and gasp, and was careful to it again. There was no way I could hold out for more than a couple of minutes, nor did I want to.

I took her head in both my hands, and she looked up at me with those big grey-blue eyes, that seemed still to be smiling while her pretty lips were clasped firmly round my shaft. 

"I'm going to come." I gasped "Oh my."

I felt it rising in my body, as she sucked harder and bobbed her head up and down in time to my thrusts, until a wave of white heat swept me away and all I could feel was my balls contracting, my cock jerking, the come rushing through it and spurting into her mouth. 

She kept sucking, her lips and tongue now slippery with my come, she kept her head moving up and down, and every time she touched my glans my breath was torn from me. I was on the verge of fainting, and felt my body go limp as darkness narrowed my vision. 

She finally stopped sucking me, and came up beside me on the bed. I lay there with my trousers round my knees, her hand on my cock, and her face a few inches from mine as I came round. She looked worried. 

"Are you okay?"

"Uh Huh" was about all I could articulate.

"You sure? You look pale? Was that alright?"

I gathered my strength and grabbed her to me, and hugged her, before looking into her confused eyes to say "That was unlike anything I have ever felt or done. That was beyond words. That was so wonderful I cannot say how wonderful it was. You are incredible. That was incredible. Alright? My god you are brilliant." I hugged her again as she almost cried in relief. 

Recovery time for my eighteen year old body was practically nil, so in moments I became hard again in her hand, and my hips moved so that she was soon gently wanking me in her grip. She kissed my neck and her hand began to caress me in its own time, and she smiled and said "I was worried I had done it wrong. Then I was worried that I had killed you. I'm glad to see you are still alive. Would you like me to do it again?"

I smiled and said "In a minute maybe, but that is nice for now, and I want to look at you and kiss you."

"Then I should go brush my teeth." she said, and started to pull away from me. 

I pulled her back and said "Why?"

She blushed. "Well I thought you wouldn't want to kiss me after I had just been kissing you there."

I took her face in my hands and kissed her, and kissed her again until she opened her lips and let my tongue enter her mouth. 

"Now don't be silly." I said when we had got to the relaxed smiling kisses stage. "If it is ok for you to suck my cock, and make me come in your mouth, why would it be bad for me to kiss you?"

"But, my mouth would taste bad!"

I looked at her, and said seriously, "Oh well then if you think it tastes bad I suppose you won't want to suck my cock again."

"Oh no. I mean yes. I mean, I liked sucking your, ah, you, and you obviously liked it so ..."

"So you liked the taste?"

She hesitated for a moment and said in an small voice "Yes."

"And you really liked sucking me and having me come in your mouth?"

"Yes"

"Did it turn you on?"

"Yes"

"Good. Because I want you to do it again, a lot. But only if you like it."

She looked a little confused again. 

"But Jo said a boy wouldn't want to kiss a girl afterward."

I laughed again and said "Jo doesn't know everything." Then I kissed her and began to work on getting her more aroused. 

It wasn't difficult. There was no hesitation in her, and she relaxed to allow my roving caresses, moving her limbs and body with the slightest pressure, letting me explore her back and her stomach, her legs and ass, her breasts and inner thighs. She was soon panting and trying to grind against me, but I had to stop her.

"Sorry darling, but I have to pull my jeans back on." I said, lifting her by her pelvis to stop her pushing against my naked cock. 

"Oh, why?"

"Well the seam on your jeans is a bit rough, and, well, I am worried that I might leave a mark. When you get me worked up my cock gets sticky, and if I came on your jeans it would leave a stain."

She bit her lip for a moment as she looked at me. It was a gesture I came to recognise as an indicator that she was thinking 'wicked' thoughts. She made up her mind. "Wouldn't it be better if I took my jeans off then? Give me a hand with my boots"

By the time I had her second boot off she had undone her belt and button and zip. She was lying back across the bed, I was kneeling on the floor, with my trousers round my ankles. She wriggled a bit and pushed the top of her jeans down over her bottom, and said "If you pull on the end of the legs it would be easier."

In a second I had them off her. She looked at me with sudden shyness, as I ran my gaze up the length those slim smooth limbs from her pink spotted white ankle socks to the pink trimmed white panties at the top. "Has anyone ever told you that you have very nice legs?"

"No, but I'm glad you think so. Do you want to take your shoes off as well?"

"Now that you mention it. I suppose it is the polite thing to do when getting into bed with a beautiful woman."

As I removed my shoes, jeans, socks and underpants, she moved around on the bed and got underneath the duvet. I felt a bit silly just in my tee shirt, so I pulled it off as well, and stood totally naked for a moment beside the bed. My cock was hard again, pointing out and up, and she giggled shyly and clutched the covers up to her chin. She was biting her lip again. Then she threw the quilt aside and lay with her arms open. 

The feel of her bare legs on mine was silky smooth and soft. Her long slim fingers caressed my naked back and shoulders, and ran over my chest. We kissed and gently nuzzled without words. She had moved her leg over me, pulling me towards her, and allowing me to stroke her thigh from knee to hip, and then my hand swept up over her knickers and beneath her blouse to feel the muscles flex on her back. She almost purred, a low moan as my fingers smoothed over her skin, skipping over her bra strap. I pulled her closer, and rolled her on top of me. She quickly settled with her thighs open against mine, rocking her cotton covered pussy against my naked cock. I had pushed her blouse up a little so my hands were on the bare flesh of the small of her back, pushing her down onto me as she moved her hips. Her rhythm began to build, she leaned back, opening her legs wider to press more of her slit along my shaft. 

"That feels much better." I said.

"Oh yeah." she replied and then said "But I'm a bit hot in here."

"I would agree with that."

"I'm serious. Help me with these," she fumbled with her blouse buttons. 

Jill had thrown off the quilt as she sat up, and now she stripped off her blouse and tossed it aside. It was a gesture of such erotic power and freedom that I almost sighed in joy. Then she leaned further back, her neck arched and knees spread so she could grind her hips in a circle. She knew I was watching her, and I was pleased to see her close her eyes and relax into the movement. I was stroking the top and inner surface of her thighs, running my thumbs just up to the edge of her underwear, and could see the bulge of her pubic mound, as well as admire the profile of her breasts from below. Her cotton bra was matched to her knickers, trimmed in pink, and in quite thin material. Her breasts were not large, but full, and I could see her nipples were erect beneath the fabric. 

I reached up to hold them, and run my palms over her nipples. She moaned, and grabbed my hands, squeezing them to her breasts, and throwing herself forward to kiss me again. For a moment she was totally wild, her movements frantic and spasmodic, and I thought she was going to just ride me to orgasm, when suddenly she wrenched herself back up and went still, panting and looking down at me.

"Last night one of the girls said that her favourite thing was when a boy sucked her nipples," she said, "Would you do that for me?"

In answer I took her bra straps and pushed them off her shoulders. "I would love to."

She allowed me to pull the straps down to her elbows and then moved to slip her arms out of them. The soft cups of the bra folded down as I continued to pull on the straps and her firm breasts came into view. I took a moment to look at them and whispered "Beautiful.". 

They were soft and warm and smooth in my hands, and her small pointed nipples were hard and springy as I rubbed over them with my thumbs. She squirmed when I did that, and gasped when I squeezed them gently. I pulled her down to my mouth to kiss her lips as I rubbed the erect nipples with my palms, and then moved to kiss her neck and throat, sliding down the bed beneath her, moving ever closer to sucking on those gorgeous dark and crinkled buds. 

She was holding her breath, but let it out with a long low moan when my lips and tongue finally hit her right nipple. I was squeezing her other breast on my right hand, and could feel her whole body tremble. She had her head thrown up and her back arched, and was making soft "ah, ah" sounds as I pulled my lips away sucking hard on her nipple as I did so. I plunged my open mouth back on to her breast, using my tongue to lick all around it and grazing it with my teeth. She was close to coming. I swapped over to the other breast, bringing my left hand up to rub the wet nipple I had just finished with, which meant my right hand was free to run down over her tight stomach and straight into her panties. 

My fingers shot though her soft curls and curved round to cup her whole pussy, my middle digit pressing a little along the line of her opening lips. I pressed her mound in my palm, and pulsed my fingers while I sucked firmly on her teat. 

I had not been sure that I should try that. I feared she would be too shocked, that it would be a move too far, but in the event the noise she made was quite gratifying. 

She looked down at me, her eyes and mouth forming three surprised 'O's. I took her nipple between my teeth and vibrated my hand, being careful not to push my finger inside her. She made that noise again, a sort of high pitched "Huh-huh". Her eyes went slightly wider and then the noise went up a fifth, and she came.

Her body spasmed and she thrashed against my hand, pressing my finger along the length of her very wet slit. I knew her clitoris had hit my finger when she cried out and her body jerked again, and then her hips began a frantic pulsing, pushing herself hard down to feel that contact again. She came again, and I held her with my fingers in the hair on her head and between her pussylips, whispering soft assurance. 

For a moment she held her breath and then she threw herself up and back with a long sucking gasp, and fell onto her back, arms above her head, legs open beside me, panting and blinking. 

I propped myself on my elbow to look at her, and she was well worth looking at. Her neck and face were still flushed and her superb round breasts were rising and falling with each deep breath. Her smooth tummy, and delicate bellybutton was immensely kissable, and I could see a tiny tuft of pale brown hair poking out of the side of her soaked and rumpled panties. She was utterly open and physically relaxed. The word that sprang to mind was ' ravishable'. 

She opened her eyes and pointed at me with an unsteady hand. "You ... You..."

"Sorry. I shouldn't have done that without asking."

"You... What?"

"I shouldn't have touched your pussy like that without asking if it was okay, but I thought since it was so nice for me when you held my bare cock in your hand that it would be nice for you if I touched your bare pussy."

"But...I...."

"You did like it though, didn't you?"

"I, ah, yes, but"

"And did you like me sucking your nipples?"

"Yes, that was ... That was... Really "

"Good, because I do like doing it." I said and leaned forward to kiss her left breast again. 

It worked. She arched her back and brought her hand down to rest on my head, then guided me across to suck the other nipple which she was offering to me by squeezing her right breast with her free hand. "Oh god that is good!" she said. 

I broke off from my mouth work to say "Who was it said it was the best thing, and do you agree?" I went back to her left side, swirling my tongue around and over the softened areolae, which crinkled at my touch. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 01



"It is good, yes"

"But this is better? Yes" I said as I slid my hand back to take possession of her crotch. 

This time my hand was on the outside of her knickers, although I could press the wet material to open her lips again and contact her clit. 

"Oh god!" 

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then." I said

She grabbed my head and pulled me up to kiss her lips, then her hands were on my back and buttocks and she pulled me on top of her. I moved my hand away from her pussy and settled my erection in it's place. Her legs wrapped round mine and I began to ride up and down with the base of my cock against the top of her slit, pressing against her clit. My balls pressed against her cotton covered pussy, my shaft against the soft material of her panties over the soft hairy mound of her pubis.

"Oh god, oh hold me, oh make me come again" she pleaded

I raised myself on my hands to thrust harder and longer against her, and was able to look down between us to see my cock. Her breasts were bouncing back and forth, a wonderful sight. She began to pant again, and lifted her legs so the length of my shaft rubbed more along her cleft. I dropped to press my bare chest against hers, hooking my arms under hers and gripping her shoulders, my mouth on hers as I drove her to her third orgasm in an hour.

As she neared her climax I said "Put your hand on my cock." and she reached between us to hold me. Her grip intensified as she peaked, and I carried on moving, enjoying the feel of her hand, until I came a few strokes later, spraying come on her stomach while she urged me on.

We lay in post orgasmic bliss, kissing gently together.

"You are very naughty you know."

I had to agree, but wanted a specific example. 

"Touching me there."

"Your pussy?"

"Yes" she said hesitantly and blushed a little

"Is that what you call it?" I asked, "It is just that you haven't used the word, and I wasn't sure that you were ok with it."

She looked a little embarrassed "Well, I don't have a word for it, really. I mean if I had to talk about it I know the medical words. At school some of the girls call it a fanny. But that is sort of rude."

"I like the word pussy. The boys at school have a lot of words but they are all rude, but 'pussy' is something warm and soft and beautiful, and if you stroke it right it makes a purring sound."

She laughed, which is what I had hoped.

"Okay, I suppose it is not such a bad word. But I should not let you stroke it."

"Why not? You like it, I like it, it is what boys and girls do. There's is nothing bad about it. There is nothing bad about anything we could do."

She had a little voice again when she said "Are you talking about sex? Real sex?"

I looked at her seriously again. "Well, yes I suppose I am. I don't believe that sex is bad. I know the churches say it is, but if God didn't think it was good he wouldn't have made it fun. If you believe in God of course. But I wasn't angling at that. Let me promise you this. I will never trick you, force you or cajole you into having sex with me. This is the first time I have been with a girl, and I'm glad it was you, and I want to try, well, everything with you because I just feel really good about you. I have admired you, fancied you for months. I know I have only spoken to you a couple of times before, but I really did hope you would be at the party last night, and it was beyond hope that we would kiss, and as for what happened last night, and today, well I'm just blown away by it. This is beyond dreams. But you have to be comfortable with it all. And you should also know that while I would love to have kids I want to be able to provide for them and support my wife, and have a good life, and I expect you feel the same way. So I plan on university and making some money before I make babies, and though you are utterly gorgeous and desperately tempting, I can resist that temptation. You don't have to worry about that."

"There are ways of doing it without making babies, you know." She said, and blushed scarlet.

"Yes, I know, and I'm not saying I want to wait until I get married, but even if we had condoms, I wouldn't want to take advantage of you."

She looked at me with a slight frown, and said "I thought you were doing maths, physics and chemistry for 'A' level?"

It was such an out of left field remark that I was stumped for an answer, except to say "What?"

"It's just that you are talking like a Bronte novel." She smiled as she said that, and stroked my face again to soften the remark "All my life everyone has said what Jo said - that boys only want one thing, and that girlswho let them are dirty. But last night and today you have been so gentle, and so careful of me, and here you are saying you won't rush me, and if I say 'no' you respect that. It isn't what I expected."

"I'm a good guy." I said "And speaking of babies, I came on you. Would you like a tissue? Its dangerous stuff that, if it gets in the wrong place.

Her voice was deliberately casual as she said "Not if you're on the Pill."

I simply raised an eyebrow.

She looked back at me with a mixed expression. I could not tell what she was thinking. Was this a come on, or a test? I settled for being understanding. If it was a come on she could pursue it. 

"Bad period pains?"

Her face went through several expressions: surprise, embarrassment, relief and some joy perhaps that I had not just gone back on my word and leapt on her now I thought she would not get pregnant if I ravished her. "You're a really weird guy."

"Why, because I am lying stark naked beside a beautiful nearly naked girl and not ravishing her? I haven't been with a girl like this before, but I have friends who are female. I know about PMT and tummy cramps. And I know that just because a girl is prepared to go this far it doesn't mean she will go any further. I'm a virgin too." She blushed at that, and I went on "It is a big thing for boys as well. Some guys would do it with anyone just to not be a virgin, but for me sex is special. I want the first time I do it to be with a girl I think is special, and who is ready for it. I have heard awful stories about guys being rough with a girl on her first time, and I would never want to be that kind of man."

She had a strange soft look about her as she touched my cheek again again and said "I don't think you would ever be that sort of man." She paused a moment and said in a slightly nervous voice "I think you are a very special man."

My throat caught, and I managed to say "And you are a very special girl."

The kiss we shared was soft and romantic. We both knew what we had just said, but there was no rush of lust, just a mutual joy. She broke the kiss and said "You are lovely, my handsome man, but I am sorry to say I really have to go to the loo."

I laughed and said "Be quick, I need to as well. Even better, I'll go downstairs."

She called to me as I was half way down to bring her bag up from the living room, and when I got back upstairs she was still in the bathroom. The door owned and she poked her head round it, saying "I have just realised I am hungry, can we go get pizza?"

I think I didn't look disappointed, and was genuine enough in my desire to do whatever pleased this wonderful creature to say "Sure"

"Give me my bag and go get dressed, because gorgeous as you are in that outfit I don't want to take a chance that on you getting arrested in Dominos"

When she emerged from the bathroom she was in a Led Zeppelin tee-shirt and the skirt and shoes she was wearing the night before.

She looked stunning when she smiled at me and twirled. I whistled, and mentally noted that she was not wearing any tights. 

I didn't take her to Domino's. It was only five o'clock but as we walked the few hundred yards to a local Italian restaurant we realised that we were both starving We ordered anti pasta, pizza and dessert, and a bottle of white wine, and we chatted about all sorts of things, including music and films. I suggested we get a film for the evening from the video shop next door, but she shook her head. There was the hint of a lip bite and then she said "We have a chess game to finish." 

When left the restaurant she said "Thank you, that was a wonderful meal. A wonderful afternoon, Now, let's have a wonderful evening. A very special evening."

Back home, and as soon as we were in the door she kissed me. Her eyes were sparkling, as she pulled away and said "I am just going to the bathroom, meet you upstairs in two minutes."

I was leaning on the frame of the bedroom door when she came out of the bathroom. I had prepared by getting barefoot and getting rid of my belt. She was barefoot as well, swinging her shoes by the anklestraps as she walked towards me.

"Hi handsome man, fancy meeting you here."

"Well beautiful girl, I would very much fancy meeting you anywhere."

Again we kissed softly and sensuously. It was not hard and fast with overwhelming passion, but it was passion filled. I wanted to drink in every moment of this, to remember every nuance of how she smelled and felt and tasted and looked and sounded. 

Jill raised her leg to wrap her calf around my thigh, and my hand fell upon her bare knee. I had to slide my hand up beneath the skirt, to stroke her thigh, to slip my fingers round to feel the curve of her ass, to discover if she was wearing anything beneath. 

My fingers met the soft edge of a pair of what used to be called "French knickers" a sort of high cut boxer shorts for girls. They cover more than ordinary panties, and ten times what a thong would conceal, but they have no elastic on the legs. It is easy for a finger to find a way in, for a hand to explore. I stroked the round firm curve of her ass and felt a brush of hair as my fingertip grazed her labia from below. She made a low humming noise. 

"Was that a purr?" I asked, amused. 

"Was that a pussy you were stroking?" she returned. 

"I'm not sure, I think I would have to look and check."

She grinned but then said "But that wouldn't do you any good. You told me you have never seen one before, so if you saw one now you wouldn't recognise it anyway."

"Well, that is a point, but I have seen pictures, so I reckon I could make a good guess. I mean, I have never seen a giraffe either, but I would probably spot one if it was in front of me."

She laughed again and kissed me again, and said "Well I suppose there is one way to find out."

She dropped her leg, and pushed me back into the bedroom, backing me to the bed and making me sit down. She stood in front of me with her hands on her hips, and began to pull her skirt up slowly, swaying from side to side as she took the cloth in bunches. 

I put my hands on her knees, and followed the rising hem upwards. 

Her French knickers were pale blue, very plain and simple. I moved my hands over the interface between soft skin and thin material, and took hold of the waistband. Slowly and gently I pulled them down, revealing the soft 'V' of light brown hair covering her prominent mound, and the hint of the cleft below. I pushed the panties all the way down to her ankles and she stepped out of them. I reached out to stroke her hair, and glanced up to see her smiling down at me. 

"Well?" she asked. 

"I think I need a closer look to be certain." I replied, and taking her hips I swung her round to sit on the bed while I slipped onto the floor at her feet. I put my hands on her knees and ran them up her inner thighs, parting them as she leaned back on her elbows. I brought my face between her legs and gazed at the beautiful thing before me. My lips were nine inches from hers. I could see every hair, see the hint of moisture in the fold that I knew could be opened to reveal the smooth wet pinkness within. My hands on her inner thighs pushed her legs slightly wider apart and that parted her outer lips slightly. I could just detect the sweet musky hint of her delicious wetness. 

"Well?" she asked again, a hint of concern in her voice. 

Still staring at her marvelous hairy slit I said "Very. Very well indeed. Very beautiful, so delicate and complicated, and fascinating. But I'm still not sure it is a pussy, I think I need to check something more. Definitely not a giraffe though." I looked up and grinned at her, and saw her smile back, but her smile was instantly replaced by a an 'O' as I moved forward and ran my tongue up the length of her lips, opening them and exposing her clitoris.

I did it again, this time stopping to flick my tongue over her clit a few times, and then pressing down with my whole mouth to suck on it, and open her further with my tongue. She jerked upwards, her head thrown back, her legs and arms wide, making a deep guttural noise and then drawing a huge breath. 

"My god, oh my god, oh stop!" she cried and reached down to pull my head up. 

"Now that definitely wasn't a purr."

She was gripping my head and staring at me wide-eyed. "What are you doing?"

"Well that was my tongue and mouth, but this is my finger." I said, simultaneously putting my index finger up beneath my chin to press right on her button.

She drew another deep breath and her body flexed a little. "Oh Sean, you'll make me... Oh god!"

That last exclamation was as I drew my finger down her lips and found the opening to her very wet passage. I had pressed a little in, just my fingertip, and could feel the pulsing muscles grip it as she responded to the new sensation. She let go of my head, and I took the opportunity to return my lips to suck on her clitoris. The jerk of her hips in response pushed my finger deeper, and her breathing became a series of groans and gasps. I worked my mouth around her clit and down to the point where I could feel my finger entering her, and began to move my hand in and out, penetrating her in time to the twitches in her body and the strokes of my tongue. 

In time she began to move her hips to match my bobbing head, and she murmured "That's lovely." I felt her pussy relaxing, and I kept it going for a few seconds more, and then pulled my finger out, and licked her delicious juices from her open inner lips. 

I pulled my head back to look at her pussy. I could see her hymen was stretched but not torn. She had been tight around my finger, but was now a little open. And utterly desirable. 

I gave her a gentle kiss again, and kissed each inner thigh, then around the outer lips and over her mound, running my nose through her hair. I looked up as she made a low noise. 

"Ah," I said, "that's more like a purr. Yes I think this is definitely a pussy. A very beautiful tasty pussy. And this is a beautiful tummy button, which is just the right size for my tongue. And if we slip this tee-shirt up what have we here? Ah, I suspected that, no bra but two beautiful breasts with suckable nipples. Mmnn, mmnn." I kissed them in turn, and she pulled the tee-shirt off. "And this throat, and chin, and oh, this pretty face, with these pretty lips."

I kissed her then, gently, carefully, taking little kisses that got longer and a little firmer, letting her open her lips and bring her tongue to touch mine. Her eyes were closed, and her breathing relaxed. 

"You are beautiful," I whispered "and don't you just taste delicious?"

Her eyes blinked open."Oh."

I smiled and said "Yes?" I kissed her again, letting her taste herself on my mouth, hesitant at first, but soon confident again. When I broke the kiss I said "There is one problem though. We are both wearing far too many clothes."

She agreed, and grabbed my tee-shirt to pull it up over my head. As I pulled it on up over my arms she ran her hands across my chest, and kissed one of my nipples. 

"Mmm, that's nice." I said. 

"Really? I didn't think boys nipples worked."

"Not as sensitive as girls, I've read, but it does feel nice."

She kissed the other one, and helped me stand up as she said "I do like you kissing mine. But I think Charlotte is wrong. It isn't the best. But then I don't think she has ever had her pussy kissed. None of them have. When Jo was talking about blow jobs last night they were all disgusted, although I was secretly intrigued. But when Alison mentioned that she had heard that some boys kissed girls down there I think we all thought that was just too nasty to believe. I'm glad you didn't think that."

"It was entirely my pleasure. Really, I enjoyed that a lot. You taste magnificent."

"And so do you." She said, pulling my trousers down and bending to take my erection in her mouth. 

She only sucked me for a moment, then pulled away and looked at my cock as she held it in her hand. I looked down to see what she was doing, and the image of her sitting topless, my cock in her hand just an inch from her mouth, her other hand coming up to stroke my balls, is one I treasure. 

She looked up at me and said "May I kiss them?"

"Please do."

Her lips touched my left testicle first, then she moved to the right one. She looked at them as they tightened up and moved a little. "Oh, they are like my nipples! She said. "What happens if I lick them?"

It was my turn to grasp her head, and gasp "Too much!"

She looked concerned at me, so I said "It's fine, it's was just so good I thought I was going to come."

"Would you like to?"

I reached down to pull her up and kiss her again "Yes, but not just yet. I want to do something else first."

Our kiss went on for some time. In the midst of it she pushed her skirt down and for first time we were both naked in each others arms. 

I loved being able to run my hand on her naked skin all the way from her neck to her ass without interruption. My cock was against her warm stomach, her soft breasts and hard nipples against my chest. 

The kiss went on as we manoeuvred onto the bed, I took a moment to gently ravage one nipple as I positioned myself between her legs, then came back to her lips. I felt her hand between us grasping my cock, pulling me down, placing the head against her soft wet lips. She rubbed it up and down her slit and I felt her opening against me. 

I raised myself on my elbows and looked at her "You want me?" I asked in awe. 

"Please, yes, inside me, take me."

My cock had not reached it's full growth when I was eighteen, but it was thicker and longer than my finger. The pressure all round the head of it as I slowly pushed half an inch forward was incredibly stimulating. I could feel her opening up, my glans entirely inside her pussy lips. She was wide eyed beneath me, panting a little, her body trembling. 

"Are you ok?" I asked, and stopped pushing. 

She nodded and gulped a breath "Yes. It's just so huge."

Which was flattering, even though I knew it wasn't really true. I couldn't help grinning, and said "It feels good. I can feel you all round me. How does it feel for you? "

She swallowed another breath and said "Big. I can feel you inside me, oh when you do that I can feel you opening me up. Oh that's good, when you pull back I can feel you sliding back and, oh, you are even further in now! Oh god, that is good, you are filling me up, oh that is so big!"

I pulled back and rocked forward again this time pressing a little harder and a little further. She gasped again and said "oh do that again."

I did. 

After a few more strokes I said "Lift your legs," and when Jill complied I was able to sink even deeper into her. I felt her hairy mound against my stomach, my balls against her ass. 

"That's it." I said, "that is all the way inside you. How does it feel?"

Her eyes were glazed, she murmured "Perfect. Oh so good" and flexed her hips. 

The sensation surprised us both. So she did it again. And again. 

I could feel she was slippery and warm around my cock, and her inner muscles were contracting and relaxing, loosening up just a little, so I could begin to move in tandem with her, making the effect larger, moving more of my shaft in and out of her. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 02



Stepping back in time to take a second go, taking all my experience and knowledge, my confidence and patience with me, seemed like a good idea. Re-run that fateful party where I had met Penny and then spent two years trying to get her clothes off, eventually succeeding, but ending up parting with her after another five years, and regretting all the time I could have been with someone else. Especially since I knew that there were other girls who fancied me, opportunities missed, that this time I could grab. So start with Jill, a friend of Penny that I never got to kiss in life version one, but now (or should that be 'then'? -- tenses are strange when time travel is involved) I can or could have made a pass at instead. 

So I did, and it worked, and Jill turned out to be an astonishingly open and willing partner, passionate and free and simply stunning. In two days of intense emotion and physical exploration we had become more intimate than I had been with Penny in two years. It was electrifying, intoxicating, and I wanted more...

Jill looked fantastic the next afternoon as she walked down the road with Jo on one side and Penny on the other. The three had just left school a few minutes earlier, and while I know that most schoolgirls hate their uniforms and think they are anything but sexy, they are just plain wrong about that. It was winter, so they all had long grey coats on, and there was just the hint of the maroon skirt below, before the thick grey tights lead down to the sensible flat heeled black shoes. I wondered just what was beneath those coats, and my imagination had a direct line to my gonads. I knew that Penny at least would be wearing the regulation maroon knickers. I wondered if Jo or Jill was a rule breaker. 

I pulled into the end of a side street in front of them, and hopped out of the car. I leant on the roof as the girls approached and said "Can I offer anyone a lift?"

Jill beamed. Jo scowled, and Penny looked half way between pleased and thoroughly miffed. Jill stepped up to the passenger door and opened it, saying "I'll take a ride with you," as she got in to the front seat, blocking access to the back (a Mini is a small two door car, for those who don't know). "See you tomorrow girls," she added with a wave. 

I got in my side and leaned across to kiss her, saying "Hello, my beautiful woman," but she pushed me down into my seat and looked away. "Not here, handsome man, it is too close to school, a teacher might see and I would be on report."

"Okay, then let 's move." I said and we set off down the road, passing Jo and Penny. "They didn't look to happy," I remarked. 

"Well, Jo saw Owen yesterday and he had a hangover and was a grumpy tosser, and Lenny turned up at Penny's house on his motorbike, so Penny's dad has grounded her. I think they might be a little jealous."

"So, where would you like to go today." I asked. 

"I am very open to suggestions" she replied, shifting in her seat so that her skirt rode up as she moved her knees apart. Her half smile and raised eyebrow were very sexy. 

"Why Miss Wyatt, I'm sure your headmistress would say that that is not the proper way to behave in school uniform." I joked, "You will get the College a bad name."

"True." She smiled, "We had better find somewhere I can take it off then. And I have to be home by six, so you had better think fast."

"Ooooh-Kaaay." I drawled, thinking quickly. I had hoped of course, and planned just in case, but I needed to make it sound like I hadn't counted on this. "My folks are home -- Mum isn't at work today. How about yours?"

Jill snorted "No chance. Even if she was out shopping, Mum could come back at any time, and I don't think she would approve of me having a boy in the house alone even if we were fully clothed and sitting five feet apart with a chess table between us."

"Hmm, tricky." I said, then "How about Mike's house -- he's just round the corner, and he has a snooker table."

"A Snooker table?"

"Yeah, I could tell him I wanted to show you how to play. He'd be good about it and bugger off."

"Is Mike the tall guy, fair haired? Weird deep voice?"

"Yes, plays keyboards as well, we jam a bit, but he couldn't make it on Saturday night."

Jill nodded "Pity that, Penny fancies him. If he had been there maybe she wouldn't have spent all that time fluttering her eyelashes at you."

"Really? Perhaps I should tell him." I said, "Anyway, she didn't flutter at me for long, it was clear I was only interested in you, and she ended up with Len."

Jill laughed "Yeah, but she would still have preferred you. Or maybe Mike. But don't tell him yet. Maybe we can arrange to introduce the two of them."

We had arrived at Mike's house, and he came to the door reasonably quickly when I knocked. I had of course checked out that it would be ok, that his parents would not be in, and that he would bugger off and leave us alone, so he was welcoming enough, and said it was ok we could use the snooker table, and offered us a coffee. He went to get it, and I took Jill into the billiards room. 

I had racked up the balls, and she had thrown her coat and blazer onto a chair, when Mike reappeared.

"Coffee. Do not put the cups on the table, or the cushions. I marks the baize and Dad will kill someone," he said, leaving them on the sideboard. "You want me to keep score?"

I gave him a significant look and said "No ta, we'll manage fine on our own."

Mike left, laughing. 

Jill came over to me then, and said "Hi handsome man." She touched my cheek, and kissed me. "Are you sure he won't come back in?"

"Not if he wants to live. But let me put the chair by the door to make sure."

When I turned round having moved the chair across she was holding a cue and waving it awkwardly. "So," she said, "you use this stick to poke the balls into the holes. Which one do you start with?"

I moved to take the cue before she ripped the cloth. "It is called a cue, not a stick, and the holes are called pockets. You only ever strike the white one, so it hits the coloured ones, and you start with a red. You hold it like this, and you want a nice smooth stroke so that, ooohgh!"

The last noise was caused by her slipping her hand into my pocket and grabbing my cock and balls. 

"Oh dear," she said, "you missed. Foul stroke, four away." I stood up and she kept her hand where it was, moving behind me to put her other arm round my chest and pull herself against me. 

"That is cheating. And how come you know the penalty for a missed shot?" I said. 

"Dad has a table. He taught me to play when I was six. But just now I think I want to play with these balls not those ones," she said as she moved her hands to undo my trousers. 

As soon as she had my belt and fly undone she plunged her hand into my underpants and grasped my cock again. I turned to kiss her, to hold her breasts and run my hand over her ass, reaching to lift her skirt. There was no shyness today, and her kisses were hard against my lips. 

I lifted her skirt at the front and got my hand between her legs, pushing against her tights and panties as she wanked my cock. She pulled back and said "I got told off in History today for day dreaming. It was all your fault. I was thinking about your cock." "Well I have no idea what I was supposed to be learning today because all I could think about was you. Naked." I grinned, "Does that make us even?"

"Nearly," she said, "but since it was your cock that got me told off I think it has to something nice for me as well."

She stepped back and started to undo her skirt, then looked at me and said "Don't look."

"Why?" I said, continuing to look. 

"Because when I take this off you would see my highly unsexy grey tights, and they would put you off," she said, making gestures that I should turn round. 

I didn't. I just grinned and said "Who told you I thought they were not sexy?"

"Well I warned you!" she said, and dropped her skirt. "Ta da!" she said and pulled a magician's assistant pose, arms in the air and one foot in front of the other to show off her legs. 

I whistled. "Even in those you have great legs." I grabbed her and ran my hands over the rough ribbed material covering her perfect round ass, letting my fingers find the grove of her pussy inside the cleft between her thighs. Then I dropped to my knees and pressed my face into her groin, inhaling the scent of her pussy through the material that had been rubbing against her all day. I could feel it was damp, testimony to her exciting day dreams. I hooked my fingers into the elastic waistband and pulled them down, bringing the wet white cotton knickers with them. 

"I thought you had to wear knickers that matched your skirt." I said

"Who told you that? We have to wear maroon ones for sports, but we can wear white for ordinary. Oohh, that's nice."

I had slipped her underwear off one leg, pressed her knees apart, and kissed her full on the pussy, pressing in and up with tip of my tongue. She tasted delicious, as usual, and was already very wet. My finger slid straight up into her, and I hooked it round to massage the upper surface of her sheath, in behind the pubic bone, where some say the 'G' spot lies. It was certainly effective for her, although the simultaneous attack with my mouth on her clitoris might have contributed. She almost collapsed on top of me, clutching my head and shoulder for support. 

"Oh Sean, oh my god!"

She staggered, pulling away, and had to lean back against the snooker table. Her eyes were wide. "Oh...god..." she panted. 

"No, just Sean will do." I smiled 

Her only reply was to push me onto my back as she stepped forward to straddle me. She lowered herself down, pulling my cock upright to meet her, and sinking onto it, enveloping me in a smooth, warm, wet, slippery tight embrace. 

"Ooh god I have wanted that all day." She said, and paused for a moment, her eyes closed, her pussy lightly quivering on my shaft. She began to undo the collar and cuffs of her blouse, loosening her tie. Then she reached down and took the bottom of her blouse and in one movement pulled it off with her jumper and tie. It was a magnificent gesture, and when she undid her bra and dropped it behind her my breath was caught in my throat. 

She began to ride me then. Eighteen years old, naked and beautiful, two days ago a virgin who had never let a boy touch her, now indulging her body in a slow sensual build up to orgasm. Words cannot describe the glory of her body, pale and soft, slim but with gentle curves, her skin coated in tiny pale hairs that stood up in the slightly chill air and glistened in the winter afternoon light. Her muscles and sinews tensed and stretched, and her breathing became rhythmic and a little louder, a tiny catch to it each time she pushed all the way down on me. And the scent of her, sweet soap, fresh perspiration from the effort, and spicy warmness of her sex.

I was in heaven. I was inside her. 

She reached down with one hand and began to rub her clitoris. Her other hand wandered to play with her nipples. With her eyes half opened she spoke between breaths, "I did this last night. In bed, when I got home. I thought about you, what we had just done, and what you had taught me. And what the girls had said the night before. And it felt really good, and I imagined doing this. I imagined sitting on top of you, having you inside me, letting you see me like this, doing this so you could watch. It made me come, but it wasn't like yesterday. It wasn't as good. It wasn't as good as this is now. I love your cock in me. I love it in me when I come. Oh Sean I'm going to come now. Oh Sean, hold me!"

She fell forward with a series of jerks and her hips rocked her pussy back and forth rapidly. She came, gasping and grabbing at me, pushing down hard to drive me deep into her and crush her clit against the root of my cock. She kissed me and froze in mid kiss, her mouth open, breath held, her face flushed and body rigid, apart from the pulsing clenching of her muscles around my cock. Then she wilted, melted against me and began to draw deep breaths again. I held her and stroked her, and marvelled at how lucky I was. 

As she recovered and lay on me totally relaxed I said "That was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I wish I could have taken a picture of you just then. You are simply gorgeous. How did I get to be so lucky?"

She stirred, and came up on her elbows, and smiled at me. "I saw you three years ago when you came to our school to a debate. You weren't like the other boys. You were smart looking, neatly dressed, but not like the swots or the Christians. Just like you looked after yourself because you valued yourself. And you spoke like that. Confident, but not smart-Alec, not cocky. You knew what you were talking about, and had no fear of standing up in front of two hundred people to say it. And your voice. So clear and quite deep, though you are deeper now. And a nice accent, not posh, not common. Your voice makes me shiver, in a nice way. It was your voice that hooked me. Of course you had a huge spot on the side of your nose, which was all the other girls could talk about when we compared the boys the next day, and all of them fancied that guy Davy, who was in upper sixth, but I just kept thinking about you."

I was stunned. I remembered that debate, being scared to death when I stood up to speak, and just dying every time a girl looked at my face. That boil kept coming back for months, and left a scar on my nose to remind me even when it finally stopped raising its very ugly yellow head. All I could say was "Really?"

"Yes. I love your voice. I went to every inter-school debate hoping to hear you. You speak well, you know, clever, funny, never rude or nasty, thoughtful. And you use your voice; volume and tone and effective pauses. Don't look at me like that, just because I appreciate a good speaker doesn't make me weird."

"Sorry," I said, "I'm just amazed. Three years ago? I wished you had said -- I mean we could have been doing this for the last three years..."

"Oh no we wouldn't!" she laughed, "For starters I was fifteen, and it ain't legal until seventeen, and anyway I was a well brought up girl who had been taught to say 'no' until I'm married. You might have got to hold my hand, and maybe a kiss, but even with your charms you would not have got me nude."

"So why are you nude now? Why did you do it with me?" I asked.

"Because you are still lovely, kindly, smart and funny, and have a voice that makes me quiver. And because I realised a few months ago that whatever my mother and the church say, I am not getting married until I have my degree finished, and I am not waiting 'til I'm twenty two to have sex. I have been horny for years. I never even realised what it was. But on Saturday night you kissed me and I my body knew exactly what it was missing. And, well, it is weird but I feel like I have known you for years. I feel like I can be your friend for ever. Even if we don't stay together, you will always be my friend. I think. I hope." She looked shyly at me.

"Jill Wyatt, you are a remarkable human being. I know what you mean about feeling like I have known you for a long time, but all this 'if we don't stay together' stuff... you aren't thinking of dumping me are you?" I asked this with real concern, and was surprised to register that in myself. 

I had intended to seduce her and then move on to another of the girls on my list of 'ones that got away, but I'll get this time.' Now I found I wanted to keep her. In my previous life I had known her through decades of social events and occasional chance meetings. I had always enjoyed her company, and regretted that I had not dated her, and bedded her, before she met her husband. I had thought if I went back and had a chance to sleep with her then I would have something to look back on with warmth, rather than regret. But in this life the knowledge that this woman could be forever a great companion, a friend for life, and as sexy in forty years as she was now as an eighteen year old, was influencing me powerfully. She had met her first boyfriend, Fitzy, a classmate of mine, at a party a few months from now. They stayed together through university, married, had three kids, and were still in love, as far as I could tell, at his retirement party. Now I was her first. I could be me waking up beside her in forty years. I liked that idea.

On the other hand... the whole notion of this second attempt was to be able to use my knowledge and experience to better advantage, and part of that knowledge is the knowing that I am at heart a desperate romantic and serial monogamist, deeply loyal to my partners to the idiotic extent that I have missed, and regret missing, numerous opportunities to bed beautiful women. I didn't sleep with Jill last time because I was loyal to Penny. For the same reason I ignored a very blatant pass by Jo, and did not take advantage of an opportunity with a wonderful German girl on holiday in France. I didn't shag Shauna some years later because I was then going out with Ruth, who I married, and so never took up the other half dozen flirtatious offers I got over the next ten years or so, while I was still young enough to get them And there were so many more that I never even tried to chat up, flirt with or seduce, because I was too scared, too loyal, too ... too much me.

It was me being me that was starting to fall in love with this young Jill. Not just because I am very fond of the Jill she could become, but because she was just lovable, and I can't help being in love. If I had gone with her that first time round, would I have ever regretted it? Ever regretted any of the opportunities I didn't take up? Should I regret them? After all, being loyal is being me, it is what I do. If I had shagged Shauna, Ruth may not have married me. She might well have stabbed me to death in my sleep if she found I had slept with another woman after we married (and I say that with great affection). And to be perfectly fair about it, I have always been happy with my partners. Even now after thirty years of marriage to Ruth I am still in love with her more often than not. I had thought in this second go that I would just do it differently until I met her -- in eight or nine years. Although I had also thought of trying to meet her earlier, be her first boyfriend, see if we could just click and stick and grow old together, but I had rejected that just because I wanted a few years of bed-hopping teenage and college age adventure. Now here I am thinking about settling down with Jill, abandoning that plan. Just like I did with Penny, the first time round. Had I learned nothing? 

Jill was smiling again. "Nooo," she said, "I wasn't thinking of dumping you, just yet. But you aren't the only fish in the sea, and nor am I. I don't expect you to always be with me, marry me, grow old with me, and all that. We may find other people we fancy, we might go on holiday apart, or off to different Universities, or just be walking down the street and meet someone. I'll be honest, if you hadn't kissed me, if it had been Lenny or Owen, or Max. No not Max, but one of the others, I would have been horny as hell and maybe ended up doing all sorts of things with them. And I am damn sure that if Jo or Penny had got hold of you first you would have spent the night snogging them, and have tried to have your wicked way. Although I don't think you would have spent the next day in bed with either of them, and you wouldn't be doing this with them now, because Penny wouldn't and Jo is all talk but I'm sure she has never done this. But I am awfully glad it was you. I wanted it to be you. And I'm just as sure that even if I had snogged Owen or Len, they would not have been a gentle and kind and confident and caring and wonderful as you, and I would not have ended up like this with them. And absolutely not this fast anyway. You are very special. You are not like the other boys, they are just, boys, impatient and thoughtless, but you, you seem, I don't know, grown up. In a good way. Not boring stuffy grown up, but just, trustworthy, safe. And so sexy. Those boys aren't sexy, they are just horny. And their voice would not have made me shiver inside. And I don't want anyone else now. And I am not going to dump you." I listened to all that tumbling out of her and found myself smiling again. "Well I am glad to hear it. Glad to hear all of it." I kissed her again, a gentle peck. She returned it, and the third kiss grew into a longer, stronger, deeper embrace. I moved my hands to grasp her more firmly, and realised that her back was cold, as was her bottom where my palm came to rest. I broke the kiss to exclaim "You are freezing! You poor thing, lying there nude. Hell I wish we had a blanket."




If I Knew Then... Ch. 02



She gave me a dazzling grin and said "I am not a thing, poor or otherwise, and I like being nude. If you want to help me warm up though you could swap places, and lie on top of me."

"Okay" I said, and slid to my right as she lifted her leg and moved it to my other side. I sat up and spun round, as she was kneeling there, and was just admiring the view of her tight round bottom for a moment when she said "Damn!" "What?" "There is a mark on the carpet"

I looked where she pointed. A small damp spot about an inch across was darkening the carpet a little, just below where my balls had been sitting. I realised I was soaked in her juices. I said "Hang on a minute, I'll go to the car. I have a towel." I pulled my trousers up and tucked in my shirt, and headed for the door, shifting the chair, and checking the corridor before dashing across the hall, out to the car and back with my swimming kit bag. There was no sign of Mike and I wondered where he was. Probably upstairs trying to hear us through the floorboards, wanking.

When I got back Jill was wearing her skirt and had her blouse and jumper back on, although the cuffs and collar and tie were not done up. 

I knelt down with the towel to blot the carpet dry, and the mark seemed to lessen. Jill was kneeling beside me, still worried it would show. "I should have thought about it" she said. "I have heard jokes about the girl ending up sleeping on the wet bit, but I never really understood. I noticed last night of course, but then you had come too, and I suppose I didn't think I would be so messy. And I hadn't even thought about that, I was hoping we would do it again now, and you haven't come yet, and..."

"And it is all fine, look," I pointed at the now nearly dry mark "no-one will notice it, look there, someone has spilled coffee, or wine, and the bit by the patio doors is hardly clean -- this is an old carpet. And anyway we have a towel now, if you put it down underneath you..." I handed it to her, and she held it up and folded it in two, and started to spread it out. She was kneeling again, her bare legs covered to just above the back of her knee by her skirt. I reached out and lifted the material, to expose her bottom. 

"Don't" she said, but she was obviously amused.

"Why not, it is pretty. In fact I have an idea" I was moving as I said it, my flies down, pushing down my trousers, my cock rapidly hardening, I was in between her legs, and folded the skirt up over her back. My cock was against her pussy in a moment, and I pushed it into her.

"Oh, you.." was all she said, as I pressed in deeply, and then drew back, only to press in again. She dropped to her elbows and I pushed her knees further apart with mine, pulling her buttocks open with my hands, driving my cock in to the hilt. She moaned and said "Oh that is so far inside me, oh my goodness." I began a series of deep fast strokes, gripping her hips and pulling her back onto me, and she joined in the rhythm, rocking forward and back to maximise the length of my cock sliding into her. I looked down at her as she knelt there in her dishevelled school uniform, skirt over her back, hair flying, a moan escaping her lips every time my balls slapped against her clit, her little pink asshole flexing just above the soft pink pussylips that clung to my shaft. It was a moment of glorious power, a realisation of the urge to dominate that every male mammal has. No wonder the Church said it was sinful to do it this way, even if you were married.

I could have come then, but I knew that this was her first time being taken from behind, and that many women find it less intimate, less of a bonding experience, especially when a man comes and they cannot see his face. And I understand that. The power-kick of drilling a woman from behind and planting your spunk in her is fun once in a while, but I like to be embraced when I come, not just spilling my seed into a hole. So as I got nearer I said, "I want to kiss you, roll over." 

I made sure her skirt stayed pulled up, and she was on her back, with her leg thrown over to the other side of me, pussy and arms open, in half a second. I plunged back into her, cock and tongue, pussy and mouth, legs and arms entwined. With my hands gripping her shoulders to drive my hips down, I fell into a pattern of hard deep fast strokes, tempo rising until suddenly my knees gave way and my legs lost all control, and I was shooting deep inside her, out of my body, the universe shrinking to fit me in a tight embrace, over whelmed by the smell of her hair and clothes and fresh sweat and pussy juice, my come and her warm breasts, and the taste of her mouth. I forgot to breathe. 

"Oh my god," she whispered, "Oh my god."

When I regained my breath I felt my cock shrinking inside her, and my hips starting to lock up with lactic acid. I had to move, and as I pulled out of her gently she sighed. I looked at her from above. "Warm now?" I said.

"Uh Huh." she nodded. "I didn't know you could do it like that."

"Nice?" 

She looked unsure "Yeah. Different. Very deep." Then a look of mixed embarrassment and shock came over her and she said "I can't believe I just said that."

I was puzzled. "What do you mean?"

She looked very confused, and her voice cracked "I'm lying here with my legs open, talking about you having your cock in me. Two days ago I had never even seen a boy naked. I would never have let a boy do that. I, oh what am I doing?" She tried to sit up, drawing back from me, and then burst into tears.

Just past her shoulder, through the window, I caught a glimpse of Mike's face. He was standing in the garden watching us, grinning. 

I hadn't time to think about him, although I wondered how long he had been there and what had he seen. I did register that he looked cold, although he was wearing a coat and his hand was gloved as he gave me a thumbs up sign as he walked out of sight. 

Jill was on the verge of hysteria. Guilt and emotional exhaustion had struck her, and she fought me as I tried to hug her and comfort her, but I managed to hold her, and calm her enough to look at me and listen to me. I looked her in the eyes as I said in urgent honest passion "Listen to me Jill, just listen. I know you are upset. The last couple of days have been crazy. I never expected this. I never thought this would happen. But don't you dare think this is bad. No look at me. Look at me Jill. You are not bad. We are not bad. What we have done is not bad. You are wonderful, kind, generous and good. I know you Jill, there isn't a bad bone in your body. Now it has been all so fast and so big that I understand it is hard to think about, but I'm here with you, I'm not going away. I know what we have done is glorious, natural, the best thing that has ever happened to me. This is right. This is good."

Her eyes were less distant, her body still tense but not shaking, her tears had stopped, and she said "But..."

"No 'buts'. I don't care what anyone else says, parents, teachers, preachers, our friends. There is no bad in what we have done, no harm, only joy. And you deserve joy. You deserve to be happy, because you are a good person, and anyone who thinks less of you, or me is the bad guy. They are wrong. And I think a lot less of them."

She clung to me and buried her head on my chest, and said "Oh Sean its not just that. Oh I am so sorry. Oh Sean." she brought up her head and looked at me, "I lied to you." She buried her head, and sobbed.

"What do you mean, what's wrong, darling?" I said gently.

She looked up again, swallowed and tried to compose her face, and said in a brave, scared, small voice. "I'm not on the Pill." She looked right at me, her eyes full of fear and despair and shame, and I don't know what.

I sat there with my mouth open for a full three seconds. It doesn't sound long when you say it quick, but try counting it out slowly. You can do a lot of thinking in three seconds.

"Oh." I said. "Oohh kaay" I managed, still thinking fast and nodding as I drawled it out. Then my thoughts crystallised, and it was all resolved, and I knew what to say. I smiled, probably a fairly scared and shocked smile, but it was at least spontaneous. "Ok. Ahm, that's ok."

Jill had stiffened in my arms during those interminable seconds, and now her body relaxed, for half a moment before she wailed "What do you mean its ok? I might be pregnant! My parents will kill me! Dad will kill you! What will I do? They'll throw me out of school, I can't go to University, Oh, god its such a mess, and its all my fault, and ..."

I hugged her and smothered her to my chest again, and shushed her and said it would be fine, it's ok, don't worry.

"Don't worry!, what do you mean don't worry!" she said, pushing me back so so she could look at my face.

I took her face in my hands and said "Listen to me, ok? Alright, you may be pregnant, but we don't know if you are, and it is fairly unlikely. We have only done it twice, and the first time you had made me come just before so my sperm count was probably low, and that was only yesterday so they won't have built up much since. Also, when did you last have your period?" "What?" "When are you due? When would you be ovulating?" Jill looked at me with puzzlement, and a little anger "You sound like a doctor." I smiled "You know you said I looked fearless when I spoke in debates? I was scared to hell. Its what I do in a crisis. Now tell me, when was your last period?" She blushed, and I said gently "Look, every girl has them, its nothing to be embarrassed about. Ok, it isn't sexy, but it is part of sex, part of being a woman, and I am very pleased that you are a beautiful woman. My beautiful woman. But you are less likely to be pregnant if it was only a few days ago, or if you are due soon. It is in the middle of the month that you are most likely to be fertile. So when was it." She closed her eyes, counting, then opened them and said "Three weeks ago. I'm pretty regular now, so I'm due in the next week." "Well then, " I said, "you are past the middle, so it is not impossible but it is not so likely. But we can find out. There are test kits and all that. Although I think they don't work well for a few weeks, and your period is due before that, so we only have to wait a week and see."

"How can you be so bloody calm?" "Because there is nothing to be that worried about." I said and held up my finger to touch her lips as she started to protest. I went on "Ok, if you are pregnant, and that does not seem likely, but if you are, then what happens? Our parents will be a bit pissed off with us, but they won't kill us. Your parents love you, even if they are a bit strict, it is because they love you. They might say a few bad things and it could all be a bit horrible, but they will come round. Your father won't kill anyone. I might have to have a really difficult chat with him, but I'll be fine, and so will he. My mother will blame me and think you are adorable, because you are, and she'll be great about it all in a couple of months. Any way by the time we have to tell anyone my folks will have met you and know how wonderful you are, and your folks will have seen just what a good guy I am, so it will be easier. As for school, well its four months to the "A" level exams, so no one will know unless you get morning sickness, which might foul things up a bit, but there is no reason why you shouldn't be able to do them. Ok, it might be a good idea to delay University for year, since you will be due in, let's see, November, but that would give us time to sort things out, paint the nursery, that sort of thing. It will be fine. But it probably won't even happen."

"Paint the nursery?" she said in disbelieving whisper.

I stoked her cheek, and looked in her eyes and said "Yeah. Look, I know this is not what I said I had planned, but I meant it when I said I want kids, and I want to look after my wife, and give them all a great life. I would prefer not to be a father just yet, but if I am then I'll be good at it, I promise. And you will be a great mother, I know that. You will have beautiful babies, as long as the girls don't have my big nose." 

She burst into tears again. When she got control of herself she said "But this is nonsense Sean. What would we do for money, where would we live? We can't do this?"

"I have money." I said.

"What?"

"I have money. I have rebuilt three cars in the last year, and sold them. I bought the Mini, and after a bit of a gamble on a couple of football matches and who would be the Christmas number one record, I was able to put ten grand away. I have bought another three cars to work on, and expect to make at least three thousand there, maybe six. And I have invested the rest. I have half share in a cafe -- I put in five grand. I'll be taking two this year in profits. I've put some into the stock market. I made six grand in the last four months. I expect to do seven or eight in the next four and then really make money once I have that to re-invest. I had planned to buy a house to live in at Uni anyway, renting out the rest of the rooms to other students, and we could still do that. I have money."

Jill looked at me in utter shock. "You aren't joking are you? You are serious. If I am... if I...you are talking about... are you talking about living with me?"

"I take care of my responsibilities. And I take care of the people I love."

This time she sat with her mouth open, and time went by very slowly.

"You..." she said.

"Now don't go funny on me," I said, "I'm not asking you to marry me, not just yet. I may think that you are the most wonderful woman in the world, and want to wake up beside you every morning, and I can see us looking back on this in ten years time and laughing. Preferably on the balcony of a hotel in the Canary Islands getting a little winter sun for our tenth anniversary together at Valentines day. We may or may not have kids by then, and all that, but now, right now, I want you to know that I would like that. And I know that everyone would say that we are too young, and this is a just a crush, mixed with teenage hormones and a good dose of lust, and maybe they are right, but that doesn't matter. If you are going to have my baby, well it is sooner than I planned, and to be honest, more than a bit scary, but I don't mind that. And if you aren't, which I think is much more likely, well, I won't mind that either, because there is time for that yet and a whole world of things we can do together before we have kids that we might not get to do after. And anyway, you might dump me for some bloke you see on the street."

She didn't smile at that She was quiet for a while. Then she said "You aren't angry with me?"

"No. Not angry." I said. "Surprised, a bit shocked. I was really surprised that you wanted to go all the way so soon, and when you said you were on the Pill I was too excited to think about it, but I understand: my devilish charms were just too much for you. It was all my fault for being so handsome."

She hit me on the shoulder. "This is serious" she said, but at least she was sort of smiling. "I know. I can't help it. It goes with the being calm and rational." I said, "The emotion has to go somewhere so I make bad jokes. Sorry. But I never say serious things as a joke. I meant everything I said,"

She looked down then, and said "You said something about looking after the people that you love. Did you mean that? Did you mean me?"

"Yes. And yes."

She was silent for a moment, then said without looking up, "That's an awfully big thing to say to a girl."

"Yeah, I know. It is a big thing for a boy to say. Well for this boy. I know some guys would use it just to get a girl into bed, but I think that's despicable. Look I know this is the first few days of crazy romance. This is falling in love, head over heels, out of my head, promise you the moon, totally addicted, high as a kite and can't live without you stuff. But it's not just that. I can't explain but I know that I will forever think of you fondly, wonder how you are, worry about you, help you if you need it, look forward to seeing you again. I think that's loving someone. Being sad because they are not happy. Being glad because they are. Your happiness matters to me. When we, when we made love in the last couple of days, that's what it was. It wasn't just sex."

She melted into my arms, tears streaming down her face, whispering. "Oh Sean" as our lips met. It was a good kiss. When she at last pulled back she was holding my head and looked into my eyes with a dazzling smile. "I have never heard of a boy like you. Where the hell did you come from?"

"Oh somewhere between the Edwardian era and Star Trek."

She smiled for a moment and then it faded. Jill looked down again. "You know that if I am, you know, I don't have to stay that way. I could go to England. Girls do it all the time."

"Would you want to do that?" I asked as gently as I could. 

"No one would have to know. We could go over for a weekend. Or I could go with Tracey. She would take me. She went last year."

This information threw me for a moment. "Tracey? Tracey Bowen?"

Jill glanced up "Yes. But that's a secret. She went last Easter. She had got drunk at a sort of party, with some boys and ..."

"It was at her house. They were her big brother's mates. Half a dozen guys screwed her one after the other. I know."

Jill was shocked. "How do you know that?"

"Everyone knows that. It was the talk of the school. The guys boasted about it. When I heard about it, well that is I realised that they were exactly the kind of people I despise. They joked that if she got pregnant they were safe because she wouldn't know who the father was, and she wouldn't tell her parents that she had six in a row while her brother was out cold on the sofa. Phil was furious. He knocked two of Sid's teeth out. I kind of approved of that, but he shouldn't have let them get her drunk and do that."

Jill said bitterly "Well, she did get pregnant, and they got away with it. But she's alright now, and she would help me..."

"Look at me Jill." I took her chin and lifted it so I could see her eyes. "It sounds odd from an eighteen year old boy I know, but I am a Feminist. I support a woman's right to chose, to say no, to say yes and to change her mind. If a woman wants to do that, it isn't wrong. But only if it isn't wrong for her, bad for her. I don't know if Tracey is really alright, because I don't really know her, but I know that she must have felt pretty bad when she found out that she was pregnant, that those guys didn't care about her, that all she was to them was a good looking thing to, well to wank into. Even if she enjoyed the sex, and from what the guys said she was keen enough, to find that she had something growing in her that was planted by one of those guys? And not know which one? Guys she never saw again, or who if she did see them either ignored her or tried to grope her? Jesus I wouldn't want to have their baby. I would have a hard time even looking at it if I had it. She must have been so lonely, hated them, hated herself, hated the baby. Maybe it was the best thing for her. But for you?"

"But it might be easier." She murmured, fresh tears in her eyes.

"No, not for you. Not for us. When you have a baby you will worry about it every day for the rest of your life. But if you didn't, how would you feel? I don't think you would forget it. I think you would feel bad about it every day. I think every time you looked at me you would wonder. Even if we had other kids you would think about it. My mum lost a baby before she had me. Big brother I never had. She still thinks about him. Still wonders what he would have been like. I think you would be like that. I think it would eat you up. I would hate that to happen to you. If there was any other way for things to go I would take it. I never want you to look at me and feel sad, or guilty."




If I Knew Then... Ch. 02



She smiled then "When I look at you I feel happy."

"Good. Oh hell." I said as my watch started to beep "Time to go home."

She started to try to rise, panicking. I held her back and said "No rush. I set an alarm with time to spare. Now darling, I want you to tell me, are you okay?"

"Yes. I think so."

"So no worries for now. One way or another it will all be fine. Okay?"

She smiled "Yes. I... I trust you Sean. I do."

"Good. Now we had better get tidied up, and get you home, or I won't be allowed to see you tomorrow." I said disengaging from her embrace, and rising to pull her up.

"So you still want to see me?" she said, sounding a bit surprised. 

"Of course I do. Every day. I don't want to let you out of my sight. Or my arms, but I have to." I said, hugging her and kissing her quickly. 

She looked down and shifted awkwardly, and said "Oh!"

There was a trickle of come running down her leg. Below her the towel was heavily marked. There was blood on it. 

"Oh!" she said again, and she blushed. 

I quickly knelt and grabbed the towel, and started to clean her leg, saying "Lift your skirt so it doesn't get marked."

She did it, but was mortified and feebly protested, and apologised. I wiped her inner thighs gently, and very gently ran a cloth covered finger through her labia, saying "Shush now, it's fine. It's my come too you know."

"But I'm bleeding as well" she said, horrified. 

I kissed her bush, a little peck, causing her to protest, and stood up to cuddle her. "It's fine. It's fine. It's just that all the vigorous bouncing about has made your period start. It's ok, it happens."

"Oh. Oh, that means I'm not," she said, still shocked, then she burst into a smile "I'm not!"

"Yep, we can both go to Uni next September," I said, "but now you need to wash your face and get dressed, and I have to get you home."

"Okay" she said brightly, turning to get her clothes, but then as she glanced down at me she said "Oh god, you have blood on you"

I looked down. My shirt tail was marked, and my cock and balls were a little gory. I used the towel, and again had to talk her out of being embarrassed. We agreed that I would use the bathroom first, and then go distract Mike while she got cleaned up. 

I found Mike in the living room, reading a book. He looked up as I came in the door and grinned as he said "Good game? Looked to me as if you had a couple of good breaks. Better than a 69 I thought"

"Okay Mike, enough kidding, she will be down soon. That wasn't part of the deal. If she had seen you I would have been forced to knock your block off."

"Too good an opportunity to miss, mate." He grinned. "And speaking of our deal, from what I saw she wasn't too shy and well worth a go."

"Patience Mike. I told you it might take a while. But I have good news for you. She has a friend who fancies you."

Mike's eyes lit up. "Who?"

I had already decided not to tell him, keep him on a string. Our deal had been that he would provide me with a venue to seduce young women and if one turned out to be an adventurous type I would fix him up as part of a threesome, or, since I had planned to not get involved in any long term relationship, that I would try to get the girl to dump me and go with him. Now I was so fond of Jill that all my plans were changing, and I was a little jealous that he had seen her like that. So I wanted to punish him by teasing him a little. "Don't know yet, but I can guarantee if one word leaks out about this afternoon Jill will not be setting you up for anything. I told you, absolute discretion, and everything consensual."

"I know Sean, you can trust me, not a word to anyone."

"Good. Now I can hear the bathroom door closing so, talk to me about the Physics homework ..." I said.

Jill was a bit shy of Mike, said thanks for letting us use the table, and blushed when he said maybe she could play him sometime. I made a face at him, and said "We have to go, but thanks."

In the car Jill pointed out that her school skirt was terribly creased. "I'll have to change when I get in and sneak the iron up to my room later."

"Hmm," I said, "Good point. Must remember in future, Jill has to wear fewer clothes."

"In future find warmer place first," she laughed. 

We got to her house with five minutes to spare. She sat on for as long as she could, and we planned to meet the next day. Then she said, "You looked sad when you said that about us both going to University."

I knew what she meant, I had hoped she had not noticed. "Did I?" I said trying not to appear knowing.

She fixed me with a gentle look "Yes. You did."

"Well, I was probably thinking that we might be going to different places, and maybe you'll find someone else." I said. 

"No you weren't. You were sad because I'm not having a baby."

I had to look down, her gaze was too much. "A bit. Yes." I looked up "I suppose so. The idea of having kids is kind of exciting. But I meant what I said, there are lots of things to do first."

"Well we can talk about that tomorrow," and she kissed me, "My handsome man."

"Tomorrow, my beautiful woman."



If I Knew Then... Ch. 03



Jill was standing on the corner where I had picked her up the day before when I arrived. She hopped into the car, and immediately said "I need to ask you something about what you said yesterday."

I wondered what that could be - we had talked about a lot of important things the day before. 

"You said you own a cafe. Where is it?" she asked. 

I laughed. Of all the things I said this was not one I thought would be top of the list to discuss. "Down on the Lisburn Road. Not far from here. Why?"

"Because I want to talk to you about other things and I want a coffee."

My partner Paul was behind the counter, and happy to bring two Americanos. I had to introduce Jill, and pass some words about business, but he was sensible enough to bugger off. 

Jill said "How did you get into this? I mean, you're eighteen and at school. How do you know him, and how can you be a partner?"

"He was doing the catering for my cousin's wedding. I got chatting, he said he wanted to set up a cafe, I suggested Lisburn Road, he said he needed capital, I had the money, so we did a business plan and I got my solicitor to draw up the contract. Easy. I'm silent, he does the work, we do the books once a month."

"You have a solicitor?" she sounded astonished. 

"Yes. And a stockbroker, and an accountant. You have to have professionals to do it right." I said, and smiled at her disbelief. "I know, I'm weird, but this isn't rocket science."

"But where did you get the money?" she asked. 

"I had a summer job and some birthday money and bought a clapped out car with my dad from an auction a few weeks after my sixteenth birthday. I did it up, and it didn't take as long as I expected. So it was ready to drive, but I couldn't get a license until seventeen, so I sold it, made two hundred quid, and bought another. Then I did it again and again. Each time better cars, more profit. When I turned eighteen, I put five thousand into this place and traded the rest on the Stock Market. Oh yes, and I have an old MG I got for two hundred in the garage. I might keep it, but I could get three grand for it if I do it right."

Jill had her mouth open. "You are serious. You really are. You were telling the truth yesterday."

"Yes. I told you, I joke when things are serious, but I never say something serious as a joke. I have money, I know how to make money. I plan to have made enough money by the time I am thirty to retire, although I probably won't retire, just not have to work if I don't want to."

She was silent for a moment and said softly "When I got home last night I was scared. I mean if you had dumped me for lying to you, thought I was trying to trap you, or said that if I was pregnant it was my fault and I had to get rid of it or something, I could have understood that. I would have been really hurt, but I would know it was my fault, and you can't expect a guy to promise to look after you forever after two days together. No one does that. But you did. And then you started spinning this story about having thousands of pounds in the bank. It all sounded wonderful, and then it sounded too good to be true. I didn't know what to think. I still don't."

"Well I suppose I could take you to see my solicitor, and accountant. Or you could talk to my father. He knows about almost all my deals. As for the other stuff, time will tell. I am not a mad man. I'm sorry I scared you. I'm not trying to tie you down or rush you or trap you. And I don't think you were trying to do that to me."

"No, no, I wasn't, really!" she said quickly. "I just, I just wanted, I wanted... I wanted to do it. With you. I... didn't want to wait. I did not really think about it, once I decided to do it I just wanted to do everything. With you. And that is what is so hard now. I, I feel, I don't know, I have never felt like this. Confused, scared. I don't want you to be making this up. I don't want to think I did that with you and it turns out that you're not that special." Her eyes were pleading. 

I made a decision. "Come with me." I said and took her hand. I took her up the stairs at the back of the cafe, and took my key ring from my pocket. I opened the office door, and lead her in. I went straight to a shelf and lifted the ledgers down and placed them on the desk.

"First page, first entry, my name, £5000.00. Turn over the pages, my handwriting."

I turned to a cupboard and opened it with my keys. Inside was the safe. I dialed in the numbers, and opened it. Jill gasped. There was about two hundred pounds in it. I pulled a folder from the bottom. 

"Partnership agreement. Joint ownership, me and Paul."

I placed it in front of her. "No one in school knows this. No one except my parents, Paul and my legal and accountancy advisors. I don't want this to be known about. Not even your parents. People are funny about money. I mean, Owen is my mate, and he gets a fiver a week from his parents. It would make it awkward. And he'd expect free coffee, and this is business."

Jill looked up from the papers. "Okay I won't tell anyone."

"I know. I trust you."

"So it is all real." She glanced at me and down again "And the stuff about having kids?"

"I've been thinking about yesterday. I really did mean it, but I realise that it is a lot to think about for you. This has all been so fast. And I have surprised myself with this. I mean, I have known for ages that I really do want children, and a wife, and all that. And I know that's supposed to be unusual for a guy at school, but it is how I feel." I took her hand and went on "And I didn't expect it, but I really am incredibly fond of you. Really. I mean I have fancied you for ages, but now, I am just, just, I don't know. Speechless. Every time I think of you I feel good. Everytime I see you my heart skips. I just want to be with you, and make the world a better place for you. And I know that sounds crazy scary and a bit over the top. And what I said about kids and all that sounds crazy too. But I also know that things will change for us, in the next few weeks and months. You can't stay this high for long. So, if I scared you yesterday, maybe you could not just run away just yet? Give it a few weeks, see if I start looking a bit less mad?"

"Oh Sean. Oh please." she said and flowed into my arms, tears and kisses mixed. 

Minutes passed. 

Eventually she said "Sean, I'm sorry."

"What for?"

"Lying to you. Doubting you. Worrying. Doubting me."

I kissed her, and said "All in the past. And you had a hell of a scare, and a load of big new things to deal with, plus hormones. It isn't easy to keep your head straight. How is it now?"

"I promise you I won't ever lie to you again, I'll never doubt you, and as long as you say not to worry, I won't. I trust you now."

I shook my head, "All I could ask is that you try to do those things, and I'll try too. But you forgot the most important bit. Not doubting yourself. What did that mean?"

She had her hands entwined behind my neck, and now bowed her head to my chest. She whispered "I didn't trust the way I feel. I thought I might have been wrong. That I didn't really feel it. That I shouldn't. That I shouldn't let myself."

"So what do you feel?" I asked with some hope. 

"Like I could die if you don't want to see me again. Like I'm only alive when I can touch you." She looked up then "Like I'm yours." 

I kissed her again, and said "I didn't expect to fall in love with you. Its all your fault you know, you are just too lovely. I want to see you every day. I want to touch you every day. I want you to be mine, and to be yours. I want to make love with you, and live with you."

We kissed again. A little more passionately this time. She broke for air with a little "Ouch" and then quickly said "Oh Sean, that is so good. And I would love to make love with you, but you know, I am still, you know. And my breasts hurt, and my tummy has cramps, and it really isn't sexy."

I said "It's ok. I know, your period will last a few days, and you aren't on the pill, and I haven't any condoms anyway." I tried to make it a joke, but she was hit by that.

"I'm so sorry Sean."

"No, no, I was just kidding, it's fine." I said and kissed her again "Anyway I can get condoms in the loo here if we needed them."

"No Sean, we won't need them, I could ring my doctor, get an appointment for tomorrow, if you can drive there." she said. 

"You sure?" I asked. I knew that for many people contraception is a sin, and her church upbringing and her parents views might be a problem. 

"Yes Sean. I have felt you naked inside me, and I don't think I want anything between us ever." She said it in such a straightforward way that I was surprised. 

"Thank you. That is probably one of the nicest things anyone has ever said to me." I said. 

She looked down and said "Yesterday you said something to me that was very nice. And I thought about it a lot. And you said something a bit like it again a moment ago. You said you were in love with me." She looked up and her stare was so direct I held my breath. "I've never been in love before. But I can't imagine that feeling this way is anything else. I am in love with you. I love you, Sean. I want to make love with you and live with you, and I will never doubt that again."

I hugged her then and whispered on her ear "Now that is definitely the nicest thing that anyone has ever said to me. The nicest thing anyone will ever say. I love you too, Jill Wyatt."

She clung to me, and melted against me, and we kissed again, and it was heaven. 

Eventually I drew my head back and said to her "Now, my beautiful woman, what will we do?"

Her reply was prompt and again straightforward. "Finish 'A' levels, go to University, get a degree, get married, have kids, retire at thirty, travel the world."

I laughed "Sounds like a good plan to me. But I think we should keep it quiet for a bit. Our parents would freak if we told them that tonight."

She laughed as well, "And of course I might meet someone even more wonderful walking down the street."

"True and very likely. Perhaps we should give ourselves a little time. But maybe not too much. A very wise person once said to me that if you are going out with someone give it six months. If after six months you don't want to marry them, it isn't going anywhere, it's time to break up. If you do want to marry them, give it another six months. If you still want to marry them, get married. So how about we make a deal. Next Valentines Day we talk about this again. We decide then. We can talk about it, and everything else before then, but we decide then. One year. If you can stick me for that long."

"Okay, but part of the deal has to be that you teach me about all this stuff. I want to understand what you do, how you make money. And you have to find somewhere where we can be alone, and warm, because even if we could today, it's freezing in here and I am not taking any clothes off even for you."

"It's a deal. Now let's go downstairs in the warm and have another coffee before I have to take you home."

We met at the usual place the next day, bit as she got onto the car she leaned over to kiss me, and said "Hello, handsome man."

"Well hello, beautiful woman, and thank you for the kiss. No teachers about today?" I said. 

"Don't care. Kissing you is more important."

"I don't want to get you in trouble."

She pouted "That is why you are taking me to the doctors now."

On the way she said "I talked to Mum about you last night."

"Oh?"

"I told her I had met a very nice boy at the party on Saturday, and that you had invited me to the concert in the Ulster Hall on Friday night."

"I don't remember doing that." I said, "but anyway, what did she say?"

"Well she wanted to know all about you and the concert. So I told her some things about you, bit didn't mention how wonderful you are in bed, and she said it is ok if you come and pick me up at 6.45 on Friday."

"Okay. Just so I know, what is the gig, and do we have tickets?"

"Bach, and Rachmaninov. And we can get you a ticket after I see the doc." she said. "I got mine weeks ago. I'm doing the Rachmaninov for my grade eight, and there are several other girls going, and Miss Glendinning will probably be there."

"A date with your music teacher. Sounds nice and safe and just the sort of thing parents would approve." I said. 

"Exactly. And it is at 7.30, so you have ten minutes to talk to my parents before we go, and it is over at 9.30 so we are due back at 10.15. If you do ok in the interview you get invited for coffee then."

"Okay. Jacket and tie then. And best behaviour." I said. "No problem."

I had to wait three quarters of an hour outside the doctor's. Jill explained that the doc had given her a checkup and a lecture on STD's and the way the pill worked. Then we had to go to a pharmacy away from that Health Centre, so no one would know her. Then to the ticket office, and then it was time for home. At least there was time for a gentle kiss before she had to run. And I heard her say "I love you, handsome man."

Thursday was Chess Club day. I got to pick her up after it was over, and drive her home. Half an hour to catch up and adore her. Not enough, but you take what you can get. 

Friday evening. 6.41. Ring doorbell. Mrs Wyatt opens door. I am in jacket and tie, shiny shoes and clean shaven. Brought into the living room to wait since Jill is (as planned) not ready yet, and introduced to Mr W. 

By 6.54, when Jill appears, conservatively dressed but simply delightful, we are talking about MG cars and Triumph Spitfires. "When you get back you must come in for coffee and I'll show you photos of my old cars" said Mark (father on first name terms - a hit!)

The concert was bearable because we could hold hands. Her teacher was four seats away, with three of Jill's jealous classmates between us. I prefer my Bach on organ rather than harpsichord, and the Rachmaninov was too slow and then too snatched for my taste. We had to be quick getting out - the pianist overran and we did not want to be late back. In the car Jill said "Tomorrow my parents are going to a Christening in Derry. They will be away from 9 until about 6. And I am beyond horny. I expect you in my arms by ten past nine, and my bed by eleven minutes past."

"You don't mince words do you?" I said. 

"I have missed you all week. Missed making love with you, and missed having you beside me to touch and talk to all day and all night. Sitting beside you this evening was lovely, and torture. I just wanted to smother you in kisses and, well, do all sorts of things, but we can do all that tomorrow, and I don't want to waste a minute."

"Ok, but you had better talk to me about Rachmaninov now because I can't go in to see your parents with a hard on"

Saturday morning, ten to nine, I pull up at her house. We had arranged that I am taking her to the Craft Fair at Rowallane. I chat briefly with Mr W, showing off the pristine engine in the Mini and inviting him to come and see the MG. Yes, tomorrow would suit, in the afternoon of course. Secretly curse, as I had hoped to be doing something else the next day, but... I make noises about needing to be going just as Mrs W starts chaffing Mark to be getting on to Derry, but Jill announces that she has just been speaking to Penny on the phone and she wants to come with us -- she will be over in half an hour if we can wait... We wave them off, Mrs W chiding Jill to make sure the doors are locked when we leave.

In the hall we kiss. She is wearing a jumper and tee-shirt, and not too tight jeans. I had noticed that they were not the figure hugging ass-enhancing ones of the week before, with a tinge of disappointment when I first saw her, but then realised that this was deliberate -- much easier to remove... Is I hugged her I also realised that beneath her jumper and tee-shirt there seemed to be no bra strap across her back.

She began pushing my jacket off, and then pulling on my shirt and jumper, saying "You are far too overdressed for this occasion."

I slipped a hand inside her tee-shirt, and up her smooth soft back, curving round to the even softer and smoother breast. She shivered as I brushed a finger over her nipple. "Hmmm," she murmured. "That's nice."

"And so is this one," I said, brushing over to the other side. 

She made a little guttural noise, and her eyes flashed dangerously at me. Her voice was deep as she said "Upstairs. Now." 

"What if your parents have forgotten something -- they could come back." I said, as she started to pull away.

"They won't." she replied, grabbing my hand to take me to the stairs.

"You sure -- perhaps we should wait ten minutes, just to be on the safe side."

"You want to wait ten minutes?" she stared at me incredulously. "You are two feet away from a girl who is wearing no underwear, and who desperately wants to be wearing nothing at all, and who is ready to bite something if she can't get to kiss something, and who is trying to drag you to her bed, and you want to wait ten minutes?"

"Oh well, if you put it that way..." I said and grabbed her, making her squeal in surprise until my mouth smothered hers. In three seconds I had her jeans around her ankles, and her jumper and teeshirt up over her head, trapping her arms, exposing her breasts to my view and my teeth, and her naked pussy to my hands. She struggled and shrieked and moaned as I sucked on her nipples and pressed a finger into the wet and warm furry cleft below her mons. Then I picked her up and threw her onto my shoulder, and mounted the stairs. She was still struggling with her jumper to free her head as I reached the top and said "Which one is yours?"

A muffled "On the right" was followed by a further squeal as my hand on her bare ass slipped round to open her up and a finger tip penetrated her pussy.

I used her feet to push open the door, and carried her over to the bed. I dumped her on the pale pink duvet, to the sound of another squeal, and took half a glance around. Some soft toys, a fair amount of pink décor, a poster of Adam Ant and one of Led Zeppelin. A neat desk with school books, and a dressing table with a couple of bottles of perfume. A tape deck, and a stack of tapes. 

On the bed she had sat up and managed to get her head free. She was red in the face, and looked stoked on adrenaline. "You git!" she said. 

I bent to lift her feet and strip her of her jeans and socks and shoes, saying "God, but you are beautiful."

She co-operated with my movements, and sat up again to grab me by the belt. I leaned over to kiss her, and helped undo the buckle, "And you are a great kisser," I added. Then she yanked my trousers down, taking my underpants as well, and in a swift movement grabbed my half erect cock and pulled it to her mouth. Jill sucked on it and I could feel her tongue on the underside. It grew an inch and hardened up in no time flat. I pulled off my shirt and jumper and threw them to one side, and looked down on the naked girl sucking me, as she looked up with shining eyes. Her hands cupped my balls, and she bobbed her head back and forth, and I could see her breasts bouncing slightly, and below them the topmost hair at the base of her stomach. I wanted to have her right then.

I managed to control myself long enough to slip off my shoes, and tried to pull off my trousers by using one foot to trap the other leg. She reached down to help, slipping my cock out of her mouth and leaning in to kiss and lick my balls. My cock was against her cheek and her long light brown hair, and her other hand was holding my ass. I lifted one leg to let her pull my trousers off, and it also allowed her more access to lick in under my balls, and round them into the crease of my thigh on the sensitive tendons at the top of my leg. She did the same on the other side, and I was suddenly naked and more turned on than ever. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 03



I grabbed her head, and pulled her up from my balls, pushing her back on the bed, following her down, grabbing her knees to lift her backwards, opening her up, getting my cock onto her open pussy, rubbing against her, pulling back to drop the tip to her opening, butting against it but not finding the entrance in my haste, feeling her hand come to guide me, and suddenly being there, sliding inside her, half way, and out again, deeper in, and out, all the way, grunting, and plunging, bouncing on the bed, taking her hard and fast, her hips meeting mine as she thrust upwards, both of us making incoherent noises of passion, my balls slapping against her smooth ass, her thighs wet with our sweat and our juices, tongues locked, hard nipples boring into my chest, fingers and nails into my back, a sudden spasm and half a scream, a breathless series of gasps and thrusts and then white light and rushing blackness, and a voice saying "Oh, my love, oh, my lovely love."

We lay in a tangled heap of sated flesh and soaking bedding, sharing quiet wordless kisses and soft touches, smiles and sighs. Eventually I said "Hey there beautiful woman, fancy meeting you here."

"Hello handsome man, and yes, I do fancy that," she replied. 

I ran my finger down from her ear across her cheek and the corner of her lips to her chin and on down her throat to her breast, circling her nipple, watching it crinkle. "Has anyone ever told you that you are stunningly beautiful when you are naked?"

"No one has ever seen me naked, except I suppose my parents when I was a baby, so no." she replied. 

I felt a pang of guilt and jealousy as I thought of Mike, who had stolen a view of her unclothed a few days before. She did not know we had been overlooked in our lovemaking. 

"Well you are. You have an utterly beautiful body. And you do such good things with it."

"You liked me sucking you then?" she said in a deep voice, and gently squeezed my limp cock with her hand. 

"Oh yes, and I liked the way you used your hips when I was on top. Oh and I like what you are doing now." I barely breathed out the last words as she was gently wanking me, bring me up erect again. 

"I love this cock. I love the way it moves, the way is swells and twitches, the way it jumps in my hand and in my mouth and in my pussy. I love the taste," she added, bending to give it a lick "and the way it opens me up and fills me." 

With that she plunged her mouth down onto it, sucking the length into her. I had my hand on her buttock then, and pulled her up towards me, so she moved round to suck me from a kneeling position and offered me her ass and pussy from behind. Two fingers slid deep in her slippery passage, my thumb on her clit, my other hand squeezing her tight breasts, her head rhythmically rising and falling. 

"Oh god I want it in me again" she said, and I pushed her bottom round and towards my cock. She went with the flow, and swung her leg over, moving down to place her hands on my knees, and lower herself onto my cock as I held it up for her. 

I watched as she penetrated herself with the tip of my cock, and slid down the shaft, her pussy clinging to it as she pulled up again, her ass-hole pink and puckered between her spread buttocks, as she rocked back and forward. I put my hands on her ass to help drive her down and lift her up, and flexed my hips in time, as she impaled herself on me over and over again. She was riding me now with abandon, and began to lean back a little, then took a moment to bring her legs forward and rise to a squatting position, so she could bounce on her calves, with me going straight up into her body. She leaned back a little and I could reach up to squeeze her breasts, and use my hips to rapidly shaft her as she started to rub her own clitoris, and I caught a glimpse of her profile in the dressing table mirror, her hair waving about her face, her neck and chest flushed and her mouth open to draw deep breaths as orgasm approached. She drove down hard, forcing her little bottom against my stomach, driving my cock up inside her, and beginning to gasp "Oh God, Oh yes, oh more, one more, oh god" as she reached a peak again. She collapsed back onto me, writhing, limbs flopping, pussy clenching on my cock as I pistoned up into her, my hands squeezing both her breasts, her nipples hard between my fingers, her breathing now a series of ragged gulps, saying "Oh god, Oh Sean, oh my god." She came in jerking cry filled contortions, her back arched to drive herself hard onto my cock. Then suddenly she collapsed, and said in a tiny, scared voice "Oh hold me." 

She rolled off me and struggled round to face me, to let me take her in my arms, wrapping me in her legs. She was shaking, and I held her a shushed her and told her it was alright, and said gently "What's up lover? What's wrong my love?"

She turned her tear filled eyes to me and said, smiling, "Nothing, love, nothings wrong, it was just really intense. When I came I was so, so open, so naked and exposed, I just felt vulnerable for a moment, but you were there to hold me and protect me, and be lovely to me. Oh Sean, you don't know how much that means to me. I can do anything with you. Anything." She buried her face in my neck for a moment, and then kissed me there, and said quietly, in that deep voice she had after orgasm, "I want to make love with you again this afternoon, and I want you to take me from behind like you did the other day, and I want you to squeeze my nipples and kiss my neck. And I want to suck you when you come." 

My cock had gone soft again, but hardened at her words. I moved her head and kissed her, and she felt my erection against her hip. She kissed me back just as fiercely but then broke off and said "No, later lover, we have to get dressed now."

"Why? I asked, still holding her against me, my hand on the small of her back, feeling the muscles move as she pushed up.

"Because Penny is going to be here in ten minutes, and I don't want her to find me naked."

"What? I thought that was a cover story for your parents?" I said, surprised, although the fleeting notion of Penny joining us naked was quite attractive.

"No she did ring, and Mum answered the call, so it was all sorted out before I got to it. Sneaky one my mother. But I did get Penny to put it off for an hour, and time is nearly up, so get your kit on."

The trip to Rowallane was fun. Penny flirted with me a little, but Jill was not annoyed, and I rather enjoyed the tiny rivalry between them. 

We had dressed in a hurry, so I particularly enjoyed watching Jill kiss Penny on the cheek when she arrived, knowing that her lips still had traces of pussy juice and my come on them from when Jill had been sucking me a few minutes before. I shook her hand, with fingers that had been so recently in Jill and covered with my come. I am sure we reeked of sex. In the enclosed confines of the Mini the hormone levels in the air must have been off the scale, and Penny was obviously moved by it. I knew the signs in her, and could detect her own scent of excitement. 

Having the memories of a past life was sometimes confusing. Here with a girl who I had never touched in this existence I knew every sensitive spot and delicious curve of her body. I knew how to turn her on, and how to make her come. I knew how she kissed, and I knew all the screwed up thinking that her parents had poured into her that kept her from being the wild and joyous woman she could become. 

I had thought this time I would not bother with Penny, but although I was totally enamoured with Jill, Penny's voice, the smell of her perfume the memory of her soft golden skin and the curve of her thigh combined to make me wonder.

However we dropped Penny home and as soon as she was out of the car Jill put her hand on my knee. "Home James and don't spare the horses."

It was two pm when we got to her bedroom, and she pulled off her top. 

I don't think I could ever get tired of seeing that. The lithe flow of her body, her arms above her head, revealing her smooth tummy muscles, her firm breasts, her graceful shoulders, armpits and arms, her face and long hair emerging, the sweep of the movement to toss the clothes away, shaking her hair back, and emphasising her breasts again, all unconscious of the devastating beauty of it all. 

I stepped forward to take her in my arms, and kiss her, but she wrinkled her nose, and said "Oh, I smell."

"Smell good"

"No, not good - need shower."

"Okay." I said and started to strip. She looked at me for a moment, then took off her shoes and socks, and slipped off her knickers and jeans. Naked, she walked past me to the bathroom. I followed. 

She stepped into the shower cabinet and turned on the water. I hung back for a moment, admiring her as the water flowed over her. She lathered up her hair and a dollop of the foam fell on her breast, and slid down over her stomach to her thigh. It was very sexy. She beckoned to me, and I was happy to comply. 

Soaping up an eighteen year old girl's breasts and then having her rub your cock between them has to be one of the best ways of spending a Saturday afternoon. It was even better when she dipped her mouth to suck on my tip, and cradled my balls in her wet slippery hand, wanking me with the other against her nipple. 

My knees began to give way. I had to pull her up before I fell down. She giggled, and kissed me and pressed her body against me, her leg between mine, the soap making her slippery all over. My hands roamed, sliding and gliding over her ass, even down between her cheeks to slip briefly over her asshole before finding the soft hairy lips of her pussy. She jumped at that touch on her ass, but didn't complain. 

I spun her round and put her head under the shower to rinse her hair, massaging her head and neck, pressing my cock against the top of her buttocks and the small of her back. She bent forward and lifted herself on tip toe, so my cock could slide down between her legs, along her pussy lips, and then into her. With my knees bent I could pull her upright, slippery hands on her soapy breasts, teeth in her nape, cock in her pussy, her slippery ass grinding against my stomach. I could feel the tip of her finger rub across my shaft as it slid in and out - she was rubbing herself. 

"Oh Sean, oh harder, oh you are so deep in me, oh god!"

She nearly fell as she came. It was hard to hold onto her wet hips, as her legs wobbled and her grip on the taps in front of her slipped. My cock came out of her, and I had to grab her round the waist, and haul her up, turning her to get a better hold. Her head fell back and the shower filled the space between her breasts with warm water as I held her against me. With her wet hair plastered about her head, her cheeks flushed and lips red, she was pliant and utterly desirable. I bent my knees between hers, my cock below her pussy, and pushed up into her, forcing her legs apart, holding her up against the wall and taking possession of her mouth with mine. 

I simply held her there, kissing her deeply, penetrating her deeply, reveling in the warmth of her body and the water flowing over us until I ran out of breath. "My beautiful woman" I whispered "come to bed with me."

She squeezed me with her hips and said "Take me."

I was going to just carry her as she was back down the hall to the bedroom, but when she realised my intentions she squirmed and said "No Sean, you will leave wet prints on the carpet! My parents will see them!" 

I had to let her down, and we quickly dried each other off, me taking time to check her pussy hair and bottom crack were all dry, and under her breasts, she making sure my balls and cock were soap free. Then she took the towel from me and hung it carefully on the radiator, before opening the bathroom door and saying "Catch me!" as she darted out.

It wasn't too hard to catch her as she ran straight to her bed, and flung herself onto it, rolling over on her back with arms and legs flung wide, Another momentary vision of pure delight, topped by her wicked smile and her saying, "Come on handsome man, come and make me a woman again."

I got onto the bed on my knees between her calves, and lifted her right leg with my hand on her ankle. She squealed when I took her big toe in my mouth, but I held her firmly. I moved on to the other toes and the sole of her foot, as she wriggled and gasped for breath between shrieks, and licked my way back up to take her toes again as I grasped her thigh and pulled her towards my cock. I paused in my attack on her foot to push my cock down and penetrate her soft hairy slit. I took her sideways then, moving so her left leg was between mine and I could feel the soft skin of her inner thigh against my balls and my ass. My cock slid in deeply, until my stomach was against the the other thigh, and I sucked her toe again, rasping it with my tongue. Her pussy clamped around me as her stomach contracted with the tickling sensation, her legs spasmed, and she cried out in breathless protest. I was relentless though, knowing her cries were pleasure driven, an overload of sensation but not pain. 

I licked the length of her sole again, and dropped my left had to brush her clitoris and rove up to squeeze her nipples. She was magnificent to watch, her long limbs and long torso, the soft curves of her hip and breasts, her pretty face in ecstatic agony, her hair wild, making sounds that were primaeval and raised feelings in me that spoke of dominance and power and lust. I had her on my cock, under my control, her beauty and her intellect mine to ravish, her body mine to fill with come. I could have come right then, as she was coming, but I knew she wanted to have me come in her mouth. That thought, of her sucking me with those beautiful lips, my hand on the back of her head, my cock covered in the taste of her own pussy sliding over her tongue, my come pumping into her mouth, nearly made me come despite my self, but I held back, and as soon as her first orgasm was dying away I pulled out of her and moved quickly to take her mouth.

Jill was eager to take me, sucking me deep, her hand cradling my balls, the other stroking my foreskin back and forward, her soft tongue licking round my end, and then plunging her mouth over me as I gripped her head and pushed into her, coming in great heaving jerks. She carried on sucking me and playing with me after I had stopped moving, and she licked down my shaft to my balls, tasting herself mixed with my come. Then she climbed up the bed, kissing my navel and my nipples, until she reached my lips, and kissed me again deeply with her full flavoured lips. She was gently rubbing her hairy mound against my cock, as she looked down at me and said "That was lovely, thank you. Although I would never have thought of the toes thing. I thought I was going to pass out, or that I would have to thump you, but then it was just, well suddenly so sexy. You are a great lover. With a great cock. Which fits me so well," and she sighed as she moved to slip herself onto my cock again. "I am such a lucky girl. I bet Penny wishes she was so lucky."

I swallowed, and blurted "What?"

Jill rode back on my cock, pushing herself up with her hands on my chest, so her face was a foot away from mine. "I bet Penny wishes she was here instead of me. I bet she is at home right now in her bedroom, playing with herself and dreaming about your cock being in her." She rode back and forward, "I bet she would love to be right here riding you, feeling you between her thighs, getting you hard, and feeling you twitch like that," she said as she pushed back and squeezed me.

"Oh, god" was all I could say.

She leaned down again, drawing forward so I was nearly out of her pussy, and kissed my lips and whispered against them "And I bet you would like that too." She slid back to take my length inside her, and bit my chin slightly. "Wouldn't it be nice if it was Penny's pussy doing this," she said.

All I could do was grunt, as noncommittally as possible when she squeezed down. 

"Eh handsome man, wouldn't you like to get Penny naked? See her curly black pussy spread around your cock? Get to suck those brown nipples of hers? That Mediterranean skin on her hands and face goes all the way up her legs and over her tits as well you know -- I have seen her in the showers at hockey matches, she is brown as a berry and her nipples are twice as big as mine, although her tits aren't much bigger. I'd bet she'd love you to suck her tits like you suck mine."

I was finding all this disorientating. Memories of another life, things I knew from then but that had not happened now flooded my mind: visions of Penny naked in the shower, just as Jill described her, memories of me sucking her nipples as she lay back in a car seat, her blouse undone, bra straps pushed down off her shoulders, her legs open, knickers round her ankles, stockinged thighs soft and brown underneath my hand, her wet pussy pulsing on my finger as I rubbed over her dark curly mound with my thumb, the picture of her riding me on a seat in front of a mirror, the look on her face as she watched my cock penetrating her, the sight of her clutching at the end of a banana sticking out of her pussy, while she spasmed and cried out stark naked on my bed. These things I just knew overwhelmed me as Jill hoarsely whispered her suggestions.

"Oh," she said, "Your cock really twitched when I said that. Your cock likes the idea of sucking her tits then?"

"Jill, my love, my cock is in you and loves being in you, and I love your tits and don't need anyone else's, although I notice that 'tits' is a new word for you to use," I said, taking her breasts in my hands.

She shook her head and said "Don't try to distract me, Sean. I know your cock likes being in me, but it is a cock: it would like to be in any pussy. And don't try to deny it, I noticed you flirting and looking at Penny today, and she was flirting and looking back, and shush, I said don't try to deny it, because I don't mind at all. 

"You are very handsome, of course she fancies you, and of course she would love you to run your hands all over her, and strip her off and kiss her nipples and lick her pussy, and yes I felt that twitch as well, because I know Penny is very pretty, of course you fancy her. 

"Why shouldn't you? When I saw her naked I wanted to suck her tits, and now I'd like to lick her pussy too. Oh, now that made you twitch didn't it? You like that idea? Me licking Penny's pussy? Me sucking her tits while you watch? 

"All your fault you know. When we were in the showers and I saw her there all gleaming and wet and soapy and she stretched up to wash her hair with the water just streaming off the ends of her nipples, I just wanted to hug her and kiss her, and the idea of sucking her nipples was so strong that it was almost scary. I mean I had no notion of why that was such an attractive thought, but it was. And rubbing my tits against hers, in the shower, with soap, like you did to me just now. I just thought that would be lovely. And now you have done it to me I still think it would be good. Oh I love you rubbing them, but it would be so nice to rub them against another girls tits, all soft and bouncy, and while I love kissing you, imagine kissing a soft girls lips." She moaned for a moment, and kissed mine, softly and gently, and then said "Well you know what it like to kiss a girl, but I'm sure Penny would like to kiss you too, and maybe kiss your cock, if I showed her how much I like doing it, although I think it might take a while to get her to actually let you put it in her pussy, although I am sure she would love that, just like she would love it if you licked her pussy, and if I licked it too. 

"God I would love to do that" she continued " I would love to lick her and see if I could make her come. Its all because of you. You made me taste my pussy, and it is so much nicer than I would have thought, and then today, when I was in the car and I could smell her, Penny, sitting in the back, her lily-of-the-valley perfume and her soft shampoo smell, and a little hint of spicy stuff, all I could think about was her pussy and how it would taste good. I bet she was as wet as me, and as horny as me today. I bet she went straight in and had to change her panties, but had to rub herself off first, thinking about you, wondering what it would be like for you to open her up with your fingers instead of her own. I bet she'd fall into bed with you if she was given the chance, and I'd bet she would be only too happy to let me lick your come out of her pussy when you finished taking her virginity."




If I Knew Then... Ch. 03



This talk was fascinating, exciting, and totally unexpected. Jill Wyatt, in another life a conservative, buttoned up, church going pillar of the respectable community, was here and now riding me, stark naked, and talking about a threesome, with serious bi-sexual lesbian overtones. Unbelievable. I asked her "How do you know she is a virgin?"

Jill kept riding me but said, "They all are. Now I've done it I know that all their talk last week was nonsense. None of them knew anything. Even Jo. Oh I think Charlotte has had her tits sucked, and so has Jo, was that another twitch? You like the idea of sucking Jo's tits as well as Penny's? What about taking her virginity then? You could be the first to have her, if you are quick, since I reckon she won't wait long. How about it? You want me to set up a date with her? She is a natural blonde you know, I have seen her in the showers as well. No tits, but quite a furry little bush of pale, pale hair. Oh, you like that idea don't you? If she was riding you like this, and leaned back like this you could see her little bush opening up over your lovely cock as she slid down on you, wouldn't that be nice?"

"Christ, Jill, you shouldn't say things like that!" I said.

She dropped forward again and stopped riding me, my cock half in, half out, as she was perfectly still. Her look was fierce and her voice was strong but quiet, determined and steady. "Listen to me Sean. I promised you I would try to be honest with you, and you said you would try to be honest with me. So don't tell me to stop talking when I'm telling the truth. Now I know how horny you are, and how you could fancy any girl who walked past, as long as she is reasonably good looking, and gives you the eye. I know damn well that if Jo or Penny walked in here naked now and asked you to take them you would have your cock in them as soon as their backs hit the bed. But it was hard for me to say what I have just been saying. Hard for me to tell you that I fancy girls too. And I fancy boys. And just because I am deeply and totally in love with you doesn't mean that will stop. I was turned on today by you and by Penny. My pussy was wet thinking about bringing you home and doing this, but I wanted Penny as well, and when you were doing that to me in the shower I thought about her, and it made me even hornier, and for a moment I felt bad about that, and bad about thinking of someone else while I was with you. But then I remembered you saying that sex was alright, that what made us feel so good could not be wrong, that making love was good, and I knew that if I was with her it would be making love, and that you would understand that and you would join us and we could all have a good time, and that you would never think I was wrong to want that, even if Penny would never do it because she is so screwed up with the lies our parents believe, but you, you would understand and never, never say I was wrong, because it turns me on to think of her, and to talk about it. And it turns you on too. Doesn't it?"

I had listened to this tirade in a state of erotic agony, not daring to move my cock in her, my thigh muscles tensed, my cock longing for her to do something. She dropped back on me, plunging me into her, a blessed release, as she demanded again "Doesn't it?"

"Yes!"

"You want to do this with Jo, and Penny, and other girls too, Charlotte and Ali, and who else?"

"Not Alison," I gasped "Don't fancy her."

"Who then?" Jill took another fast, long rise and fall, "Tell me handsome man, who else do you fancy, its ok, I'll not mind, I might fancy them too."

"Shauna Davis, and Kate, and her friend Kim" I said, naming three of her schoolmates.

"Oooh," said Jill, leaning forward "Now Kate I have seen nude, big tits but sort of funny looking, point out to each side. Not very hairy down their either. Kim though I haven't, but you can see hers are huge. And Shauna -- the wee blonde girl with the big smile? Cute. I can see why you would like to see her sucking you off. Oh yeah I felt that. You would love to see her blonde hair bobbing up and down over your cock. Oh, yes, oh god I'm coming!"

Jill whimpered in my arms as she lay on top of me and I continued to thrust into her. I was close to coming myself, and not about to stop. She managed to raise her head and look at me, neck straining and face red, her head shaking as I rocked her body back and forth. She couldn't speak, just made repeated gasps and grunts and a keening humming noise that modulated up and down with each thrust. She came again, eyes wide, and I kept going, she came again, purple faced, she came again, screaming as I shot inside her, my legs contracting up my arms gripping her while my body forced against her. 

In the aftermath we lay panting, side by side, holding hands. 

"I thought I was going to die." She whispered, hoarsely, her throat raw from the noises she had made before. 

"Was it good though?" I managed. 

She laughed and said "What a way to go!"

My watch started beeping. 

"Ah damn," I said "speaking of dying, that is the alarm to say your parents are due in an hour, so we have to get respectable so they don't shoot me."

Jill rolled over to look at me, "Probably best if you aren't here at all. Not alone in the house. But you can help me change the bed before you go."

That evening I told my parents that Jill and her father were coming over to see the MG. Of course they wanted to know who Jill was. So I told them she was a nice girl I had met at a party a week ago, and we went to the concert on Friday, and I met her dad and talked about cars then, so ... 

Mum said "That's nice. Now I'm going to make tea" and gave my dad a significant look on the way out. I knew what was coming. 

Dad was good about it. A bit embarrassed and diffident, so I took control. "I suppose Mum wants you to talk to me about girls?"

He shrugged. "We noticed you were late coming home all week. She worries. I knew you were getting all the schoolwork done, and only getting an hour or two on the car, but I wondered what you were up to in the afternoons. I suppose I don't need to ask now."

"Not really." I laughed. 

"And I don't need to talk to you about not getting her in trouble." said Dad

"She's serious about University, and so am I. We won't do anything silly."

Dad looked at me over his glasses. "In moments of passion the best laid plans schemes of mice and men, especially young men, gang aft agley. An' lea'e us nought but grief. Things haven't changed since I was eighteen - just watch yourself."

"Okay, understood."

"Of course your mother is going to be up to high doh about this girl coming over tomorrow." Dad observed. 

I was surprised. "Why?"

"Because in our day a boy only brought a girl home to meet his parents if a wedding was on the cards." He laughed when he saw my face. "Yes, she has some funny ideas. Don't worry. I'll tell her she has a few years before she needs to look for a new hat."

I happened to be looking out the bathroom window when I saw the Wyatt's BMW draw up outside our gate, bearing 'L' plates. Jill was driving. She looked pale as she got out. 

I rushed down to open the door, but found my father had beaten me to it. There were the usual moments of slight awkwardness, then Mum offered a cup of tea, at the same time as I said "So you want to see the car then?" and there was another moment of polite confusion. Jill sorted it magnificently by saying "Why don't you take Dad and show him the car, and I will help your mum make tea."

It all got easier after that. My father came with us, and he got into discussion about sports cars past, and it turned out he was friends with one of Mr W's friends, and it was soon all 'Mark' and 'Tony' and mutual reminiscing about heating spark plugs on the gas stove to get Austin 7's to start in the winter. They got on like a house on fire. Then Mum and Jill arrived with mugs of tea (a surprise, I knew Mum had cups and saucers set out in the kitchen before) and Jill had a quick glance at the car before saying "Our tea is inside, we'll leave you to it"

Tea was drunk, welded floor panels inspected, stripped down engine admired, and the merits of roll cages were debated, when Mark said to my father "So when you get her finished are you going to put the lad on the insurance?"

Dad laughed. "It is his car, he can insure it himself, but I think this one is for selling, not driving."

Mark looked quizzical, and I said "I don't know, I might drive it for the summer, until I get the other one ready."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand, I thought you said you were doing it up with your dad?" said Mr Wyatt

My father laughed again "Oh I just help out a bit these days. I did a fair bit of work on the first two Mini's, but that one he's driving he did by himself. And I worked a bit on the first couple of MG's, but the last two were all Sean, except for bits where he needed four hands."

"You've restored four MGs?" Mark looked at me incredulously. 

I shrugged "Five, this one is the sixth, and I have another in the barn up the road. They are better profit spinners than Minis."

This time Mark laughed. "Well I hope you have a good accountant to look after your tax liability young man!"

I smiled, and said "I'm with Keith Sampson, at Sampson, Kirk and McClure. My solicitor recommend them."

The look on Mark's face was priceless. My father grinned and said "I don't know how it happened, but there is a forty year old head on that eighteen year old neck, Mark. And he is a pretty good mechanic as well. However we have gassed long enough, let's go and see how the girls are getting on."

In the living room Mum and Jill were sitting on the sofa, empty teacups in their saucers, the two of them looking at an old photo album. They had got past the baby pictures and onto the ones of me dressed as Batman (age 7). Jill had a wicked twinkle in her eye. 

The embarrassing next half hour is best unrecorded, but as they left I managed a quick word with Jill, to ask her how it went "Great, your Mum was lovely, and now I can tell everyone how cute you look in the nude, since your mother showed me pictures," she added in a whisper "but you are even cuter in the nude now."

Of course my parents had to do a post mortem. The consensus was "Very nice, very polite. Lovely girl, and her father was very nice too"

Privately my father added later "And a hell of a good looker!" 



If I Knew Then... Ch. 04



Monday afternoon was dark and drizzly. I didn't want to go back to Mike's so I had made other arrangements. Owen's house. 

Owen lived round the corner from me in a really old farmhouse, his father had rebuilt. In one of the old barns his dad had made a den for the kids - a tv, some sofas, dart board, room for Owen's drum kit, and a 1970's Bally pinball table. Being my mate Owen would be good enough to bugger off and leave us alone. The building only had skylights, so I felt we should be safe. 

Jill seemed hesitant when she got in the car, although she leaned towards me saying, "Hi handsome man, pleased to see me?"

"Always, beautiful woman"

She kissed me, a full kiss, and looked in my eyes. "Glad to hear it." she said and sat back to put on her seat-belt as I began to drive.

"You said that like you thought I might not be so happy to see you." I said, "Why would I not be?"

She looked a little timorous again as she said "Well we didn't get to talk yesterday and you seemed a bit off hand, and I thought you were just stressed about parents, and all that f gg when I got home I started thinking about it and I was worried that you were upset by what I said on Saturday."

"What you said on Saturday? Why would I be upset?"

Her voice almost broke, becoming small and throaty, "Because I'm a lezzie."

I laughed, glanced at her shocked and worried face, and had to apologise for laughing. "Darling, one thing you are definitely not, is a lesbian. Ok, you have a wee buzz on about Penny, and you appreciate the beauty and sexual attractiveness of some other girls, but no-one who enjoys riding a man's cock as much as you do, and demands that a man comes in her mouth, is a lesbian."

She was blushing, but still persistent "But I said all those things about other women, and you, you were all turned on by the idea of other girls, and I know that's okay, I mean you are a boy, and should be, but, I was too, and what if I go off you and just want them, and then, and then," she spluttered to a halt.

"Well," I said gently, "if you go off me, I shall be very sad. Of course you might go off me and want another boy instead, and that would also make me sad, but either way, the important bit would be that you have to go off me first. Now ok, I was turned on by you talking about other girls. And I mean I was turned on both by you talking about me being with them, and by you being with them. Don't ask me why, but the idea of watching two beautiful girls playing with each other is very sexy. Maybe because I sort of hope that they will both want me to join in, but even if they didn't, it would be horny. The idea of you and Penny, or any of the other girls, is not in any way disgusting, bad evil or wicked. I could watch you lying naked by yourself all night. With another girl? Two beautiful women with no clothes on? Twice the number of beautiful bits to watch -- it's gotta be good."

She smiled a bit at that, but was still worried. "But wouldn't it be better if you had a girl who wasn't thinking about anyone else, girls or boys? And, well, if you fancy other girls, well, I know boys always do, but maybe one of them fancies you, and well, I know Penny does, and I could tell her I wouldn't mind, or Kim, she hasn't got a boyfriend..."

"Let us leave Penny out of this -- Okay, I do think she would be fun to play with, and so do you, but I don't want her as a girlfriend. And the same goes for Kim, since while she is pretty and fun, I think she is also mad as a hat-stand. Any way does Kim fancy me?"

Jill laughed, a bit. "Well, yes, she is a bit intense isn't she? And yes, I think she does, but she fancies a load of boys."

"And I am sure will sleep with them all, once she realises how much fun it is, but she won't love any of them. So don't try to palm me off on her. Jill, I am delighted to find that you are maybe open to the idea of us sharing another girl, although I also know that it is a fantasy, and things that are fantasy don't always come true, and maybe neither of us really wants them to really happen. Or maybe we do, but anyway, but the point is, I really do want you, love you, think of you, care about you, and want to share everything with you. Its the 'with you' bit that counts."

"Oh Sean, are you sure?"

"Okay, now tell me this. On Saturday you were pretty vehement about truth telling. So I told the truth and so did you. Now I don't have a problem with it. So what is the problem?"

Jill thought about it. Eventually she said "The problem is that you should have a problem. And I should have a problem. I should be jealous, and so should you. Because if we aren't jealous then we don't care. But I do care, and I believe you care. This is hard."

"What if I told you I can be jealous, and it is ok for you to be too?" I said. 

"What do you mean?"

"I think it is natural to be jealous. I think I would feel jealous if I saw you with another boy, or girl. I might feel left out, excluded. But if I knew that I wasn't, that you were with me, and them, that you loved me, and I could see you having good time, I think that jealousy would fade. And maybe I have less of a problem because you were talking about another girl, who I think is also attractive, and you seemed to suggest we would both play with her. I mean, it would maybe be different if you were talking about another guy, and it really would be different if you were talking about going off by yourself with him."

Jill nodded. Then said "What if I said I fancied another guy, and wanted to play with him and you at the same time? Would that be ok? I mean it's a bit like you getting to play with two girls. But not really, I suppose since I would like to play with the girl too, and you wouldn't want to play with the boy."

"Well," I drawled, "firstly, if you really fancied a guy, and I could be there, and he didn't mind, I could play with you at the same time as him, which you might like. And I want to do things that you like, and I like doing things you like. And secondly I know how beautiful your body is and how beautiful you look when you are making love with me, so I think it would be very sexy to watch you doing that from a distance. I would get very turned on by that, I think, and would have to ravish you as soon as it was polite to interrupt. We could take turns. And thirdly, maybe I might like to play with him too, if he was good looking and up for that."

Jill had been nodding in agreement as I made each point, but at the last she gaped. "You serious?"

"Why not? You can see the attractiveness of some girls, I can see how some boys could be interesting. Doesn't make me gay, doesn't make you lesbian."

Jill was silent for a moment, then said "Who?"

"Who?"

"Which boys do you fancy?"

"Ah" I said "well, I haven't really thought about that. I mean I can see how if I was in bed with you and another guy and we were all a bit het up, well if you had been kissing him and kissing me, and well, you never know where it would go. But, before I met you, I did sometimes wonder about sharing a girl with another guy. I have these playing cards I got in Spain on holiday. There are photos of that sort of thing. And I always thought they were interesting."

"So you would like to share me with another boy?"

"Well, I would say it's more like, if you wanted to have another guy with me, as long as I liked the guy and thought he would be nice to you and discrete about it, then, I think we might have a really good time. So yes if you want."

"Oh." she said. Then, after a pause, in a small voice "I don't want. Not now. I used to think some other guys were cute, and fancied them a bit, but I don't think I really knew what it meant to desire someone. Now I have you, what I thought about all those other boys was just girlish crushes. I didn't ever know what a naked man looked like, or what sex was, because I didn't have Spanish playing cards, and how come you never told me about them before?"

I laughed. "I haven't thought about them. But if you want to see them I can dig them out. They are very graphic and some are a bit kinky. I could go round and get them now."

"No need. I am quite horny enough."

"Well, we're here."

Owen did the right thing. He left us, saying "Mum's back at 5.30, be gone, ok?"

Jill kissed me. A short peck, a second go, a little longer, a third soft and long, a fourth deep and intimate. 

She sighed and said "You must think I'm an idiot. I do worry too much. It's not that I don't have faith in you, it's that I don't really believe that someone as lovely as you could want me."

"I want you. I want you right now, naked, and I will want you in forty years time, naked, and everyday in between, naked. There is only one problem."

She looked almost frightened by that last remark "What is the problem?"

"You aren't naked." I said. 

She hit me, and then said, "No problem."

She took off her clothes efficiently and quickly, dropping her coat and blazer together, undoing her skirt as she puled her feet from her shoes, pushing down skirt, tights and underpants in one movement, standing up to undo her collar and tie and cuffs, reaching up her back to undo her bra, and then pulling the lot off over her head. Less than a minute, from fully dressed respectable schoolgirl in uniform, to pouting, naked, erect-nippled, teenage vixen, ready for anything. She made that one foot in front of the other, hand on hip and hand on head pose so beloved of soft porn photographers, and the men who look at their pictures, and said "Problem solved. Ok?"

"Not just ok. Very good indeed." I said. 

"But now I have a problem" she said, bending to lift her bag. "The sofa over there is a 'naked people only' sofa, and you are wearing far too many clothes to be allowed on it. So unless you come up with a solution to this problem, I will just have to lie on it all by myself."

She walked away from me, with a very slow sexy wiggly walk on tiptoe. From the bag she pulled a towel, and then she bent over from the waist to arrange it on the cushions. Her tight round bottom was pointed straight at me, and there was just a hint of hair showing between her thighs. I enjoyed the view. 

She spun round and dropped onto the sofa, languorously leaning back, lifting a leg and twisting so she could lie down with her legs bent and open, her hand covering her bush and pussy lips, her other hand across her breasts, covering both nipples. She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and said "Oh dear, you are still dressed. So I will have to lie here by myself. I wonder what I can do all on my own, in the nude?"

She began to move her hands, subtly, gently, running and squeezing her breast, and her pussy. She closed her eyes for a few moments, and flexed her body into a more comfortable position. Her cheeks began to redden, and her nipples stood up. 

When she opened her eyes I had taken off my blazer and scarf, and put them on the back of a chair. I had also lifted her coat and blazer from the floor and was hanging them as well. I looked into her eyes as I began to loosen my tie, and she smiled, and then she opened her legs wider, drawing up her knees, and I saw her push her middle finger into herself, and begin to dip it in and out. 

I watched her finger as I unbuttoned my shirt. Her hand was still cupped over her bush, the other fingers covering her labia, so only a tiny glimpse of her pussy was given when the middle finger withdrew. It was glistening wet up to the second knuckle. 

When I took off my shirt I put it on the chair as well, and stooped to pick up her blouse and jumper. I draped them with mine, and turned to drop to a crouch to undo my shoe laces. I was nearly on eye level with her body on the sofa, and Jill took that as a cue to lift a leg higher, and slide her hand up, revealing her pussy to me. 

She gently started rubbing her finger around the top of her slit, then into it to find her clitoris. After a few strokes straight up and down, dragging some moisture from her opening up to the hooded clit, she began rubbing from side to side. By the time I had my second shoe off she was rapidly frigging herself, and panting a little. 

I was about to stand up, having slipped my socks off, when she suddenly stretched out straight, clamping her thighs together, with just one finger poking down into the cleft between them. She was rigid, with her eyes tight shut and not breathing, and I realised that she had nearly come, but was trying not to go over the edge. 

I reached to lift her discarded skirt and underwear, and noticed that the crotch of her pants was soaked. She had been turned on earlier. Very turned on. I wondered if she had been frigging herself in school. I lifted them to my nose and inhaled her scent, a soft muskiness that connected straight to my hindbrain, and my already stiffening cock was almost painfully trapped in my underpants.

She relaxed again, and looked at me. I smiled, as I placed her skirt on the chair, and began to undo my belt. She smiled back, and again opened her legs, slowly running two fingers down her slit, parting the lips, spreading herself for my view, and then bringing them up to jiggle them on her clitoris again. She was pinching her own nipple, rubbing it between finger and thumb, and made a low grunt noise, just as I stepped out of my trousers. My cock was making a tent out of my pants. I stepped toward her, and pulled the underpants down, letting my cock free to spring out in front of me. She made a small noise, which I took to be appreciation, but didn't say anything, and closed her eyes again as she continued masturbating. I went down on my knees to look more closely at her fingers and her pussy.

"Pretty, pretty thing." I murmured "I want to see you come, pretty thing, make yourself come for me."

She looked at me and gasped "I want your cock"

"Come for me first. I want to see what you do to make yourself come, then you can have my cock." She groaned, and her head went back. Her back arched, and she lifted her bottom off the sofa. She was pinching and pulling at her nipples much harder than I would have thought to do, but then she let go of them and moved that hand down below her, bringing her fingers round from beneath to rub her pussy lips and then penetrating herself, two fingers in her pussy, wriggling them in the opening as she thrashed her clitoris in a fast fanning motion with the other hand. She grunted with each breath, her hips flexed and she almost bounced off the sofa, and then she panted quickly three times before making a little shrieking noise and going utterly still for a second. 

It seemed an eternity, watching this beautiful sculpture of a girl frozen in her ecstasy, one finger pressed to her clitoris, the rest of her hand arched so as not to touch herself, her other hand hooked round below her, supporting her and opening her pussy. I held my breath in wonder.

Then suddenly she collapsed, dragging in a huge breath, her limbs all flopping in absolute relaxation.

I let her lie there for only a moment, before placing my hands on her calves and pushed her unresisting legs up in the air. I moved to place my hands on her bottom, and lifted it, rolling her upwards until her feet fell on each side of her head, and her spine was curved, so her pussy was pointing straight up in the air, a few inches from my face. She was wetter than I had ever seen her before, a trickle of her moisture had run out of her pussy and down the cleft between her buttocks, her hair covered lips and the mound above were slick and glistening. In this position I could see inside her, for the first time, her pink passage was slightly open, her inner and outer labia arrayed like petals round an old fashioned rose. I bent to lick her. I started at the base of her spine, cleaning the juices that had run down, kissing each buttock in turn as well. That made her smile and sigh.

I ran my tongue further up, over the curve of her ass, along the spread cleft of her bottom until it flicked over her puckered ass hole. Three swift lapping licks, one on each side, and one across the hole itself, then a tiny darting probe with my tongue tip right on the opening, before swiftly passing on to broadly lick over her perineum. My quick exploration of her ass had brought forth a high pitched "Oh, Oh oh," followed by an longer, lower less shocked and definitely pleasured "Ahh" as I probed her for a moment, and she made a humming "mmmm" as I licked towards the lower edge of her pussy. I noted those sounds, and what they indicated. She had enjoyed that, even if it had surprised her. Interesting. But now I wanted to drink deep.

I ran my tongue into her pussy, going deep, and coming up to lap her delicious honey from her lips and clitoris, sucking the juices from her hair, dragging the rich taste of her from her depths. I wanted it all, and while she sometimes jumped a little and waved her legs around, she kept them open and held herself by the back of her knees to allow me deep access with my mouth and nose to her delicate sweet flesh. 

As I sucked on her clit I looked at her face, flushed and relaxed at the same time. She was at peace. Confident and willing, unworried and utterly present in the moment. I felt privileged to be there. 

Her pussy was now merely wet, and I gently let her down and helped her legs straighten out, and then moved between them, looking down at the open pink folds of her most sacred space as I entered her. She lay with eyes closed, arms above her head, legs parted enough for me to fit between, a long sweep of pale flesh, punctuated by pink nipples and patches of darker hair. I wished I could see her from further away while at the same time being in her. 

It is a pose that has always seemed attractive to me, and I suppose to every other man. A girl with her arms up seems more available, more exposed, and open to advances. Her breasts are pulled up, nipples pointing an ready to be sucked, and the revelation of the armpit, another secret part of the body so rarely seen, is so very personal. The little patch of downy hair, a tell tale sign of sexual maturity, and the soft skin there, just demand to be kissed. 

I lowered myself onto her, arms around her, one hand on the small of her back, the other on her neck, my head bent to nuzzle her just below her ear, my hips finding their own slow and gentle pace. She moved one leg to hook it round mine, and we simply lay there, softly rocking, my cock pulsing inside her. 

Somehow our movements stayed slow and fluid, although I felt the tension rising in me, the pressure and the urge to speed up, to rush to orgasm, I resisted, and rode the edge of that feeling, getting closer and closer, until after what seemed an age I felt the contractions start inside me, and I came in long deep pulses, flooding her with my come, and tingling from head to foot. 

We kissed long and deeply afterwards, until I felt a wave of irresistible lethargy flow over me, and I bent my head again to rest on her soft naked shoulder. 

"I love you Jill Wyatt"

"And I love you, Sean Carver"

I dozed off for a moment, and woke with a start and an apology, but she shushed me and told me it was lovely, and I suppose if she had fallen asleep on me I would have thought the same. 

"While you were sleeping I was thinking. I have just had the most wonderful hour of my life. That was absolutely perfect. I have never felt more loved or in love, more filled and fulfilled, more happy and relaxed. Thank you."

I kissed her again, and said "I have to agree. I never knew it could be so, well, laid back, if you pardon the expression."

She giggled, which felt nice to me, and said "Well I was certainly well laid back."

"Every time is different, and wonderful. I like that."

"Hmm, yes," she said, "and I like that." 

I was by this time running my finger round her nipple. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 04



"However," she said "while I don't want you to stop, this isn't getting us any closer to getting Penny naked in bed with us."

I raised my head and looked at her. "You're serious."

"Uh huh"

"Okay. Any ideas about how to do it?"

She said "We tell her that we have broken up. I tell her that is. I say it is because you fancy her, but that it is ok, and if she wants she can go out with you. You two date a couple of times, seduce her, and then we arrange for me to turn up sometime when you have got her naked."

"Might work, but there are drawbacks. One, I wouldn't get to do this with you for weeks, if not months, because she is pretty tightly buttoned up, and even my charms could be resisted for a while. Two, and more importantly, someone could get hurt here. Most likely Penny. She is only going to get naked with a boy if she is either swept away in passion or has fallen in love. I can't let her fall in love with me just to get her in bed. Not if I love you."

"Hmmn, you are right. And a nice guy, dammit."

"Still, I have another idea." I said. "She fancies Mike. So...."

Tuesday was another bright late winter day, dry but cold in the wind. Owen tried to take the mick in school, and I am sure the fact that Jill and I spent two hours alone in his barn (a well known haunt for young lovers) was well known around school by lunchtime. Which was when I first saw Mike. He was a bit grumpy at first, until I told him of my plan. He bought into it immediately. So at 3.35 I dropped him at the end of his street, and at 3.40 I picked up Jill and Penny. And Jo. Jo was not part of the plan, but, improvisation is so often the key to success. 

We spent a fun afternoon at Mike's, playing snooker and drinking coffee. Mike got on well with Penny, and at the end invited her back for another game. Jo accepted the invitation (which had not been to her) and said "Ok. How about tomorrow?"

I dropped the girls home, Jill last, and we had a chance to plot Jo's side-lining, and exchange a kiss or three. 

On Wednesday the three girls arrived at Mike's, to find Owen was also there. We naturally split into three pairs, playing a game in the round, Mike picking Penny, of course. By the end of the afternoon Owen had invited Jo to the cinema on Friday. I love it when a plan comes together. 

Thursday Jill had chess club. On Friday morning I met Mike, who was grinning. "Kissed her," he said. "She came over and we played two frames, then I walked her to the train station, and she kissed me goodbye on the platform. Meeting her later."

We picked up the girls at the usual spot - just the two of them. Penny got in the back with Mike, Jill in the front with me. Jill leaned over to kiss me hello, and Penny gave Mike a peck on the cheek. We went to Mike's house, and after the first frame they went to make coffee. They were a long time returning, and Penny had that rumpled blushing look I knew so well. Jill and I had taken the opportunity to share a long embrace. "You know it's a bit cold on here," said Jill "Let's have coffee in the living room."

We sat on two sofas, two couples, and chatted form a bit, and then I said something nice to Jill, an she said thank you, and kissed me, and then began to kiss me more, and Penny and Mike took up the cue, so we ended up all four of us snogging in our pairs. Until Mike's mother arrived home. 

Saturday was already well planned. The four of us on a trip to the Aquarium, back via Penny's house for the girls to change, then off to a party at Charlotte's. All day we stole kisses and hugs and walked hand in hand, and once Jill whispered in my ear that she wanted to do what she was doing last week, right now. But there was no way to arrange that. 

To be honest I was pretty frustrated too. So when Jill and Penny came down the stairs from Penny's bedroom I had a hard job not wolf whistling at them or ravishing her. Penny was pretty in her black dress and chiffon shawl, and I suspected stockings and suspenders as well as her high heels. But Jill was a vision in her long dark blue skirt and embroidered blouse, her hair curled and waved, light make-up and a gold chain necklace that dipped invitingly between her breasts. 

We had special permission to be out to midnight, but didn't want to waste a minute. 

Charlotte lived on a farm. It was her eighteenth and she had a barn dance. It was actually quite fun, with a caller and people showing us what to do, a huge buffet and both beer and cider in barrels. And there were nooks and places out of the way where a couple could discretely enjoy a private moment or two. Getting undressed was out of the question, but I discovered in a shady corner that beneath her skirt Jill was wearing stockings too. "Penny leant them to me," she whispered as she opened her thighs and I slipped my hand over the smooth skin above the edge of the nylon hose. 

"She helped me put them on," she continued, as my fingers found her panties "It was rather erotic actually, just the two of us in our underwear with her kneeling in front of me doing up my clips."

"Hmm, sounds it. Wish I could have seen that."

"I saw she was putting them on and said to her that I had never worn them, so she offered to lend me a pair, and the belt. And when I said they felt naughty, that I felt very exposed and that if you tried putting your hand up there wouldn't it all be a bit risqué she just giggled and said that was the idea."

"Penny has a notion then." I said. 

"Well I asked her if that was what she was planning for Mike tonight, and she said she might let him put his hand up to find the tops on the outside but not the inside of her thigh."

"Mike will be pleased, but not as pleased as me" I said, pulling her pants aside to play with her fluffy lips and mound, and slip a finger tip onto her clitoris. 

"Oh but you should have seen her" Jill said "She has such pretty underwear, all matching in black lace, all sort of see through, when she stood up after fixing my straps she was just a foot away, and I could see her nipples through the material, all hard, thinking about Mike feeling her thighs, I really wanted to touch them, and let my hands feel her stocking tops, and slip inside her lacy panties, oh god your fingers are so good in me, oh I wish it was your cock" She covered my mouth with hers, and thrust her hips in a counter rhythm to my hand. 

"Oh Sean, I love you, I want you to do this to me every day, make me come Sean, you are going to make me come." 

All this was conducted in quiet whispers, although Jill's orgasm was powerful enough that she could not restrain herself from a slightly noisy gasp, but no one was close enough to notice. 

We kissed and cuddled while she recovered, and she whispered to me "Can we leave the others home early, I want you so much, and we could stop the car at the forest park near Penny's"

I groaned with frustration at the idea. "I wish, I wish, beautiful woman, but it is nearly eleven now, we are going to have to go in about fifteen minutes at most anyway."

"Tomorrow then. After lunch?" she said, eagerly. 

But on the way home plans changed. When we dropped off Penny she announced that her parents would be away for the afternoon, and suggested we all went to her place. I recognised that this was in fact a thinly disguised request to give Mike a lift, but is suited us well enough, as long as Jill and I for some time to ourselves. 

We got a report and briefed Mike on the way home. Jill was full of advice, and I of course had a wealth of knowledge about Penny that I couldn't explain but was useful in suggesting strategy to him. Steady progress was being made. He had indeed been allowed to discover the pleasurable junction of flesh and stocking on her thigh, and had been allowed a hand on the inside of Penny's knee. Fully clothed light pressure on the breast had also been permitted (or at least not objected to). We thought that with a little persuasion by example, things might progress further quite quickly. 

Jill was next to drop off, since she had the midnight curfew. I walked her to the door at 11.54 precisely, and as we approached her mother opened it. (Not that she was sitting looking at the clock and watching for us or anything.) She invited me in for a cup of coffee for the road, but I said no thanks, as I had Mike to get home as well. So on the doorstep, with her mother watching, Jill said "Thank you Sean, that was a lovely evening," and she kissed me on the cheek. 

I stammered goodnight, and went off blushing. 

In the car Mike and I discussed plans. At home I masturbated three times before I could sleep. 

I collected Jill first on Sunday. She kissed me on the lips, three times, in the car, on their front drive. I didn't struggle too much, but did say "After the look she gave me last night I hope your mum didn't see that."

Jill laughed and sat back and said "We had a long talk last night. Mum was a bit scandalised that I kissed your cheek in front of her, and started into telling me not to lead you on, and boys can't control themselves and how it wasn't fair for me to tempt you. So I told her straight out, I'm over eighteen, I'm not stupid, and nor are you. I told her we kiss, on the lips, and I like it and I'm not going to stop doing it."

"I bet that went down well."

"Better than you might imagine." Jill said, "She went quiet for a bit, and then said 'Sorry.'"

I nearly crashed the car on the bend I was taking. "What!"

"She said 'Sorry. I'm sorry Jill, I just worry about you. I forget.' and then she said 'I was eighteen when I met your dad, you know. We saw each other at a couple of dances, and then he was away for a month at TA camp, and I didn't realise how much I missed seeing him until he came back. After that he was the only boy I dated, and we were married two years later, a week after he graduated. Of course it was different in those days. I had half a dozen boys who I went out with on different dates, all at the same time. Nowadays you tend to have a single boyfriend at a time. I'm not sure that is such a good thing. It could all get so intense so quickly. And of course in my day we didn't have The Pill."

I was driving on a straight this time, but nearly crashed again. "She said that!"

Jill was perfectly calm, and said "Yes. And she went on to say that she supposed I didn't want to get married before University, and getting a career, and that she couldn't really expect me not to want to be intimate with a boyfriend. But she did say that she thought it was important that I didn't rush into things, or allow myself to be pressured, either by a boy or by talk among the girls. She said if I did ever sleep with a boy it should be for love. It would be a boy I wanted to marry, even if it was before we married."

"Bloody hell." I exclaimed "So what did you say."

"I told her that I thought she was right. And I promised her that when I decided I was going to do it for the first time it would only be with a man I'd marry."

"Well you can't say fairer than that."

"Well I could have said it in the past tense... Or said that when I do it this afternoon it will be with a man I want to marry."

"Unless you get to do it with a girl." I said

"Ooooh, naughty. Anyway I don't think that is on for today. Actually I'm not sure we can really do it together today, unless we leave early in the car."

"Well, we'll see. Let's not rush it though. I still worry about hurting her. I think Penny could have a really good time, but it will be a big thing for her."

"And for us." Jill said, and softly squeezed my knee. 

Mike was in good form, and bearing a bottle of Chablis. We had two bottles, a red and a white, both burgundy. 

Penny was in a blouse and a long gypsy skirt, voluminous and soft, which I knew would allow a fair amount of fully clothed fumbling, if she allowed it. Getting her to let go was the trick. It was clear pretty soon that Penny had no plan further than us turning up and that she had dinner organised. So we sat on the sofas, and made small talk until Jill made some excuse to kiss me. Then I made an excuse to kiss her back. Then Penny kissed Mike, and conversation ended. 

Kissing is fun. Deep, exploratory, open lipped and mouthed, tongue entwined kissing (known alternately as 'French kissing' or 'snogging') is fun. Snogging and cuddling and getting comfy on a sofa, lying down facing each other or with one or the other on top, legs entwined, hands roving over fully clothed bodies, is fun. If it is your first time at that sort of thing (or maybe your second or third) you can do it for hours and not get bored. But if you are used to a greater level of intimacy, a lesser level of clothing, a deeper level of penetration, it is still fun, and not exactly boring, but it does become frustrating and almost annoying not to be able to move on to more daring and exciting things. 

Still, while Jill and I did whisper occasionally about our more advanced desires for each other, we did enjoy the next hour of leisurely kissing, and the voyeuristic aspect of the arrangement was quite exciting. 

Jill and I were on one sofa, Mike and Penny on the other. They were arranged in an 'L' shape, and each couple had ended up with feet pointing to the angle. Surreptitious glances showed us that Penny was lying on top of Mike, and he had raised one knee between hers, which meant that her legs were open inside her skirt, and her pubis would be pressing against his thigh. Mike's hands were sometimes on her bottom, pressing her against him, as she rocked her hips in the oldest dance of all, and sometimes his hand was up on her blouse, cupping her breast. Penny was starting to get breathless, her movements becoming less discrete, more vigorous, less controlled. 

Jill whispered to me "Penny's getting hot, shall we take the lead?" 

I said "Yes," and shifted so that Jill could sit straddling me. She sat up over me, and raised her skirt, so I got a brief flash of her underwear before she settled down, her panty clad pussy against my trouser covered cock. She was wearing the stockings again. She rode me then to orgasm, her gasps and grunts echoed by Penny, who I noticed glanced our way several times. Jill tried to time it so that she did not get too far ahead of Penny, and didn't make that much noise. Mike was really not sure what to do, since he had never had a girl do this on him before, but he coped. Eventually I heard Penny's voice change. Her in breaths became slightly whistled "ooh" sounds, and rose in pitch. I knew she was very close, and I saw her raise herself on her hands to force her pussy back against Mike's thigh. Her bottom was bobbing up and down, and her face was flushed and full of astonished, puzzled pleasure, her eyes wide, as she stared down at Mike, who was smiling at her and had reached up with both hands to hold her breasts, supporting her and stimulating her. 

Jill was sitting upright now, rocking her pussy back and forth against me, her breathing also becoming tight and staccato. Then she came, and fell forward on me, and I raised a knee between her legs so she had something to clamp between her thighs, and continue to rub herself against. Her skirt fell down my raised leg, exposing her stockinged thighs and her bottom, which I grasped as she bucked against me. 

Across the way Penny had finally let go, her breathing stopping after a final "Ooh" and then with a sudden thrashing of her hips to grind herself against him, she threw her head back and cried out "Oh, Oh Mike, Oh goodness, oh Oh" and then made a high pitched noise, as her head snapped forward, her mouth and eyes three perfect circles, her entire body still. 

I knew what would happen next. She said "Oh" in a soft low voice, and collapsed on Mike, with great heaving breaths. 

Jill had been lying with her head on my chest, watching this happen. I had been nuzzling her hair, pretending not to be watching as well, not that Penny or Mike would have noticed in any case. Now Jill came up to kiss me again, and whispered in my ear "That was beautiful. I think that was her first. You lie still here with me for a moment, when she recovers she might need a chat with me."

We nuzzled and kissed a little more, and Penny and Mike did the same, but after a few minutes more Penny pushed up on Mike's chest, and said, "I'm really sorry, and but I have to go to the loo." Jill laughed, which made Penny look round, embarrassed, until she said "Me too. You can have the upstairs bathroom."

The two girls left us, grinning on the sofas. 

Mike and I chatted, for a moment or two. He had enjoyed that, and wanted more. "She said that she had never come before. She liked it. She kissed me really differently after it. Sort of softer, but hotter. Do you think she'll do it again?"

I laughed. "Oh yes." I suggested we break out a chablis, and we went to the kitchen. The downstairs loo was empty, and I could hear the girls voices upstairs, there was a certain amount of giggling. 

They rejoined us some minutes later, and were pleased to take a glass of chilled white, and curl up with us on our sofas as before, but there was a distinct change in them - they were wearing tee-shirts now, not blouses, and it took less than a second to realise that Jill was not wearing a bra. I was pretty certain Penny wasn't either. 

My theory seemed to be working out. In a previous life I had picked Penny, not Jill, at the party three weeks before. I had been clueless, she had been cautious, we had very slowly moved towards a full sex life, as each of grew in confidence and we overcame shyness and religious upbringings. This time I didn't have those problems, and realised that Penny, who once she had tried and enjoyed a new expensive was always eager to do it again, was at heart much more hedonistic and sexually liberated than she appeared. If I had been confident enough and paced things better, not rushing her but not giving her time to over-think things and get guilt ridden, and if there had been an adventurous couple to lead us on (because as I only discovered years later, Penny was strongly voyeuristic with a big exhibitionist streak) I might easily have been able to get her to orgasm within the first week of first kissing her, and have got her bra off too, instead of taking weeks and months to achieve as much. I was almost a bit jealous of Mike. Ok, in another life Penny and I had shared a foursome with Mike and his girlfriend Tara, and we had swapped before, so seeing him snog Penny was not new. But to know that he was the first boy in this life to feel her breasts, and to make her come, and that she had taken her bra off for him, even if it was at my girlfriend's instigation, and I had suggested it to her to do...

I knew what we had planned, what we discussed. I knew Mike would be the one to suck her nipples first, and to finger her first, and to lick her out first, and his would be the first cock Penny would hold, wank, lick and suck, have come in her mouth and rub on her tits. In this life Mike, not I, would take her maidenhead, although the plan was that I would be there to watch. And of course, I would be there with Jill, taking her right alongside Penny. Which was wonderful, but still, I felt proprietorial, jealous. I wanted to be the first to have Penny. I had never realised how strong that urge was. 

In part it was a bit of a noble urge. I felt that Penny, who I had once loved deeply, deserved to remember her first time with affection, as having been with a boy who loved her. Even though I was setting her up for Mike's seduction, and I could see that he was fond of her, I felt bad about that. But then again, she was eighteen, horny, willing, desperate to throw off the repression of her upbringing, along with her clothes, and would I was sure she would be just as happy and active a bisexual swinger in this life as she became in our previous one. Just a bit sooner. So I had to admit that the larger part of my jealousy was probably just greed and redirected feelings of failure. It took me months to do what Mike had done in days. Was I really that bad at it? That unattractive that she had not orgasmed with me? But then again, Mike had the advantage of my briefings. Ah, if only I had known then what I know now....




If I Knew Then... Ch. 04



Jill took a sip of the wine, and said to all of us "Penny and I have been talking. We have an idea."

"Oh oh, now we're in trouble." said Mike. Penny hit him, very gently. 

Jill went on "We have decided that while we have had a very nice time this afternoon, thank you" she raised her glass to me, and Mike, and Penny did the same, and we all drank again "We think that you have also had a nice time because we are pretty, and cuddly, and very good kissers, and so we deserve to be pampered a bit more and to continue having a nice time."

"Hear hear." I said. "A toast, to the prettiest, cuddliest and best kissers in the room," and we all finished our glasses. 

"In which case," said Penny "you have to pour more wine, and close the curtains, as it is getting dark out there."

It wasn't that dark, but I didn't object. 

Mike poured, and rhetoric raised their glasses to each other. "Thank you for arranging such a lovely day, Penny"

"Thank you for coming, Jill."

I thought there was a hint of suggestion as Penny said that. Just a little extra emphasis on 'coming'. The girls drank half their wine on that one toast, and Penny said "No Sean, not the top light, just the lamp by the TV should be enough."

I did as I was told and returned to sit beside Jill, who looked at Penny and raised her glass again saying "Cheers, my dear." To my surprise both girls finished their glasses, and then lounged back on their respective sofas with their arms raised to their partners. I heard Penny say "Come here Mikey" as Jill beckoned to me silently. I climbed on top, as she opened her legs and pulled her skirt up to let me in between her stockinged thighs again. 

We kissed and she pushed my head to the side to her neck while she whispered to me what she and Penny had planned. 

"I went up to catch her coming out of the bathroom, and took her into her room to talk. I asked her if she was ok. She was a bit shaken, but sooo turned on. So I asked if Mike had been feeling her breasts and if she liked it, because you had been playing with mine and it made me come."

I moved a hand to touch her breast as she said this, and murmured "Bet she likes it"

"Of course she does. So I said I was thinking about what Jo and Charlotte had said that night we stayed over here after the party, and she said she had been thinking about it too. So I said I wanted to let you touch me there without a bra on, and maybe let you put your hand under my blouse."

"Sounds nice" I said, moving to do that, but she stopped me. 

"Not yet, too fast. Soon though. Anyway, she said 'I can't do that' and I said 'Why not?' and she said 'this blouse is too tightly cut.'

I laughed, and Jill kissed me and shushed me and snogged me for a bit to cover over this gaffe. 

"I haven't got to the best bit yet" she said against my lips. "I suggested she could let Mike unbutton it, and she said 'No good, the buttons are very fiddly, I should change."

"Really? It was her idea?" I said. 

"So I agreed and asked if I could borrow a tee-shirt too, and took off my blouse. So she had to take off hers, and then she got the tee-shirts out. She was about to put hers on, so I went to take off my bra, and looked at her. I said 'I will if you will.' So she took hers off too."

Jill had to kiss me then, and wriggled against my erection, before she continued, "So I was there a foot away, and she was bare and so was I and I said 'You are so lucky. And so is Mike.' and she said 'What?' and I said 'You have such pretty tits' and she blushed. But I said to her 'mine are so pale and my nipples are so small. Do you think Sean will like them?' and she looked at them and said 'But they are very pretty too, and your nipples are a lovely pink, mine are horrid brown!'"

Again Jill wriggled, and I realised my hips were moving. I was gently dry humping her, as she whispered excitedly. "She held them up for me to see! I was so close to touching them, and I nearly leant in to kiss her lips. But I didn't, I just said 'No they are beautiful, and the colour is right with your skin, they wouldn't look right if they were pale' and she laughed and said 'maybe we should get the boys to look and see what they say' so I said 'maybe later' and she stopped laughing."

"What did she say?"

"She said 'Are you serious?' so I said 'Charlotte said having them sucked and kissed was great. Well I think having them squeezed is nice, and having them touched naked will be nicer, so being kissed will be even better, so Sean will have to see them then. And Mike will see yours. So I will if you will.' I thought she was going to back off, but she said 'ok. We'll let them touch them, and if it really is nice, we'll let them kiss them. But I won't take my top off if you don't."

"So if you take off yours she will?"

"Maybe, but kiss me on the other side so I can see what she is doing."

I moved to the right side of her neck, and Jill turned her head to see. She began a running commentary. "Oh they are kissing and I can see Mike has his hand on the outside of her shirt. He is squeezing them and rubbing his thumbs over her nipples. Oh please do that for me, ooh thank you. Hmmm lots of tongue work from Penny, she is kissing his neck now, and oh, she is pulling her top up, I can see bare skin above her skirt. It is such a lovely colour. I wish I could tan like that"

"I like your skin just as it is, and your nipples too" I growled as I went down to kiss them through the material. 

"She is taking his hand now, she is guiding it to the bare bit and under her tee shirt" Jill sounded excited as she said this, and I moved to mirror Mike's movements "Oh yes, he has his hands on her tits Sean, first time Penny's nipples have felt that oh, Sean, that feels good."

We kissed for a while, and concentrated on each other, although we both smiled when we heard Penny moan. After a second loud moan Jill glanced across and said softly "Hmmn, take a look."

Penny had obviously found her skirt was restrictive, so she had Mike holding himself in a press-up position while she pulled her skirt up. He was grinning down at her, and she was smiling back in her naughtiest, most daring fashion. She lifted her legs and opened them, displaying her stocking tops and bare thighs to us, and her panties to Mike. His eyes were like very happy saucers. Jill whispered "See through white lace, if they match her bra." My cock twitched, Jill giggled.

Penny put her hands on Mike's pelvis and pulled him down onto herself, moving her hips and lifting her legs even further to settle the bulge in his jeans against her lace covered pussy. They kissed deeply and Mike's hands were soon back beneath her shirt. I could see the shape of his knuckles as he pulled up on her breasts with his long fingers, and squeezed her nipples. That made her hips jerk and she gasped again. It was the first "ooh" of the start of her run to orgasm again. 

We all were playing the same tunes on each other, and I realised after a few minutes that not only was Penny's breathing becoming heated, but Mike's was as well. 

Not part of the plan, too soon I thought. 

I decided to up the game for the girls which would be fun for Mike but allow him breathing space to gain control again. I began to pull up Jill's tee shirt to see her breasts, and kiss them. She helped. 

Of course to get down to kiss them I had to remove my aching trouser-bound cock from the vicinity of her wet and willing, but still covered, pussy. And if Mike and Penny followed suit, so would he. I rocked back on my knees, and placed my lips on Jill's right nipple, sucking it up and pulling her whole breast into a peak. She groaned loudly. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Penny look round. Jill was looking at her and said throatily "Charlotte was right! Try it!"

Jill told me afterwards that Penny watched me suck each of her nipples twice, as Jill gasped and clutched my head, and only then Penny turned back to look at Mike. He had been watching too, and she took his head and turned it to look at her. I heard her say "What are you looking over there for Mikey, when you could be looking here?"

Mike gave a low whistle and said "Pretty pretty Penny" 

I heard her moan as he ran his finger around her nipples and her groan when he moved to suck them. 

Jill was watching the whole time, and whispered to me "Look Sean, Penny's getting her tits sucked. Isn't she pretty?"

I looked. It was a sight to see. She had her neck craned so she could see what was happening to her, and Mike was using his long tongue to lick up and over her nipple and then sucking on them quite hard. Her hips were flexing but she had nothing to rub against. I saw Mike move his hand from her breast, and quickly run it down the inside of her thigh to press against her pussy. Penny almost leapt off the sofa, but Mike kept sucking her breast, his hand was holding and rubbing her pussy, and in a moment her panic and surprise was overwhelmed by the quickly building sensation of approaching orgasm. She began gasping again, holding Mike's head to her breast as her hips thrust against his hand, and then her head rocked back and forth before she froze in climax. 

I had reached for Jill's pussy as I saw Mike doing it, and she had brought her hand down to pull her knickers aside, so I was pumping two fingers in her and my thumb was on her clit. I had been sucking her nipple while I watched Mike doing the same to Penny, and I felt Jill tighten on me as she heard Penny crying out her orgasm. Jill looked round at me as I smiled at her and she said "I'm going to come, Sean, oh hold me! 

When I next glanced up from kissing Jill and checking she was ok, I saw Mike still had his hand between Penny's legs, and he was massaging her and deeply kissing her. Penny was lying with her breasts naked, one hand on the back of Mike's neck, the other holding the elbow of the arm that was down between her thighs. She was half following and half guiding his movements, using him to frig herself. 

Jealousy stabbed me again as I wondered how small and flimsy her knickers were. Did Mike already have them pushed aside? Was his finger between her lips, or even deeper in? I took me months to get that far with her. But here I was with Jill's pussy on my fingers, and I knew I could have more if I wanted. And I knew Penny would never go back, that once she tried something she would do it again, so if we got her in a clinch in the next few weeks, as Jill and I hoped, my fingers and hers would be free to play there. That idea assuaged the jealousy, and turned me on. Jill whispered to me, "Looks like Penny has discovered something fun to do." I glanced again, and saw Penny was holding both her breasts now, squeezing them and pointing them upwards, offering them to Mike's hungry mouth, as he bounced from one to the other, sucking and chewing them in turn. She was whimpering with each attack on her nipples, and her hips were lifted off the cushions, pulsing and pushing herself against Mike's hand. She was beautiful in her wanton abandon, and I was sure she would come again soon.

I looked back to Jill who was watching the other couple with open lust. I took her nipple in my mouth again, and began rubbing my fingers across her hooded clitoris in time to Penny's gasps and grunts. Jill moaned herself, and brought her hand down to join mine. She took over rubbing her clit as I explored lower down, and slipped a finger inside her again. Then two fingers, then my little finger as well, stretching her a little as she rose towards me, a third orgasm of the day approaching. I wanted to go down on her, and lick her, but I wondered if that would be too shocking for Penny if she saw us. Not that Penny had any attention left for anything but the mouth on her nipples and the fingers rubbing between her legs. She came, making deep grunts this time, and again collapsing in a heap of utterly flaccid muscle. 

This time Mike scooped her up in his arms and hugged her, and kissed her gently, and I heard him say "Pretty girl, Pretty Penny, you are so sexy, so sexy, and so lovely, I love your tits, I love your nipples, I love your legs, and I love touching your pussy, and making you come, Pretty pretty girl. Did you like that?"

Penny nodded and made a tiny noise of assent.

"Would you like me to do it again?" Mike asked, and Penny nodded and said "Yes, please, but not right now, I need to breathe."

Mike laughed and kissed her gently. I thought "He's falling in love. And no wonder. I don't blame him. But I know him. He'll want more, and he'll get it, and he will want to share. And if he loves her she will love him. That's good. And it will be great."

Jill laughed and said "And I'll bet you're starving." She pushed me off and sat up, and I noticed that she took a moment before she rearranged her skirt and pulled down her tee shirt, so Mike got an eyeful. She stood up and went towards the other couple saying "Get off that poor girl you sex mad ape, we're going to get the dinner on."

They went out giggling, leaving Mike grinning again. I grinned back. 

"You had a good time." I said 

"Aye." he grinned again "She's hot for it. Those tits are fantastic. And did you see the stockings and those lace pants? I had her knickers tucked up into her slot. I could see the lips on each side! After she came I was just stroking them, I was touching her hair!"

"Remember what I said, if you get in her knickers, be gentle. She's a virgin, and she'll be tight. You don't want to hurt her and scare her, so go slow." I said. 

In my weird other memory I knew Penny had a quite thick and extensive hymen. She would take a slim finger but it would be easy to hurt her "If you stick to keeping it shallow and work on the top end, on her clitoris, which is the best fun bit for girls anyway, she'll come easily and let you so it again. If you go trying to hoke inside her you'll blow it"

"Aye, I know. Speaking of blowing it, my balls are aching. I might have to go to the bathroom and whack off."

"Bad move brother," I said, shaking my head, "Jill has a plan, you won't need to whack anything after dinner."

"Serious?"

"Serious."

Dinner was delightful. And interrupted. Penny's parents arrived as we were about to start dessert. It turned out that it had started snowing in Enniskillen, so they had cut their visit short and got home before it set in. We had not noticed that the snow had started outside, and after a hurried dessert and a chat with Penny's folks, Mike, Jill and I had to go. 

In the car Mike was grumpy, but Jill cheered him up. "Well, some good came of it. You got to meet her parents without it being a big thing. And Sean was pretty good about talking you up with her dad, I thought."

"Yeah, thanks Sean." he reluctantly replied. 

"And it was lucky that Penny came up with the plan to change back into our blouses so you you guys could have the fun of taking them off later."

"That was Penny's plan?" Mike said "Now I'm really pissed off."

"Don't worry Mike," said Jill "We wear blouses to school. You can play with her buttons tomorrow." 



If I Knew Then... Ch. 05



Mike didn't get to play with Penny's buttons the next day. I turned up with him in the car to pick up the girls and found Penny looking pale and haggard. Jill helped her into the car, and said "Penny's house, and take it easy, no jolts."

The word 'cramps' was the reply to my enquiry. Mike put an arm round her shoulders, and Penny cried. 

At her house Penny was sent to bed by Jill, who went up with her, leaving me to boil a kettle, and Mike to kick his heels. A hot water bottle and aspirin were prepared, and Jill told us to find something to do. We took over the dining table to do our homework, when she retreated up stairs again. 

An hour later Penny's father arrived home, somewhat surprised to find us, and sort of grumpily grateful that we had brought his poorly daughter home and that Jill was caring for her. He was even a little impressed that Mike and I were doing our Physics calculations. 

Jill came down when she heard Penny's father talking to us. She explained what was up, and that Penny was now sleeping, and we packed up and left. We dropped Mike home, with the news that Penny would not be able to see him until Wednesday, as there was a special school event the next day for French students. 

When we dropped Mike off Jill told me the real story. "We are picking up Penny tomorrow and taking her to her GP in Bangor. I'm going in with her. Mike is not to be told. I talked to her and told her I was on The Pill, and if she was on it her periods would be easier. And we talked about sex. She is all confused. She is having a great time with Mike, but she feels guilty and she doesn't know if she loves him or he loves her. So we talked and she decided she doesn't want Mike to know because might give him ideas."

"Mike already has ideas." 

Jill laughed at that, but said seriously "But he doesn't know she's going on the pill, so that will slow him down. She will tell him if and when she is ready. But she doesn't want him to think that it is an invitation right now to have sex. She really has a lot of trouble with that idea. She isn't quite comfortable with what Mike did yesterday. She knows he touched her outer lips and brushed her hair. She is a bit freaked. I had to tell her I let you do that, and more, and I didn't think it was wrong. We had agreed that we might put our hands down your trousers and might let you guys take our knickers off last night, but today she is back tracking. Of course the fact she thinks her body is disgusting and the whole thing hurts does not help. But she will come round. But I promised, no telling Mike. Actually I promised no telling anyone, but I tell you everything, so you don't count in that promise."

"Okay, and your promise is mine, so no problem, we don't tell anyone else. "

She kissed me and said "Thank you."

Then she kissed me again, more firmly. When she broke off she had dilated pupils and her voice was low. "Would Mike mind if we went inside, alone. I need you."

I didn't think he would object, but we had only half an hour or so before we would have to leave. "That's enough." she said. 

She brought her bag, and hardly blushed as she made for the stairs. I followed quickly, leaving a leering Mike in my wake. The moment we were in the bedroom she threw the towel she had been getting from the bag onto the bed and started to undo her skirt. She pushed it, her tights and knickers of in one movement, and began undoing her cuffs and collar and tie. I was peeling off my shirt and jumper first, and levering my shoes off. As she drew off her top and then reached behind her to undo her bra I pushed down my trousers and pants, and took my socks as well. I stood up just as she shook her breasts free of her bra and dropped the stood naked before me. I whistled. She posed for a moment with her hands in her hair, and then threw herself back on the bed, legs open, arms stretched out to me saying "Come and take me Sean, I need you to make me a woman again."

From her finely pointed toes to the tousled mane around her head, Jill was simply mouthwatering. I took half a second to sweep my eyes over her slim calves and thighs, the rounded lips and mons with their silken covering, her smooth stomach , the hint of her ribs swelling up to those perfect pink nipples set on the soft curves of her breasts, her face, glowing with smiling desire, her oh so kissable lips. 

I stepped froward to stand between her feet were they stuck out over the bed, and placed my hands on her ankles. I lifted them a little wider and pushed them up so her knees raised an parted further, and her pretty secret folds were fully revealed to me sight. I had to kiss her there and then. I had to taste her. It had been days, and I missed it.

Jill spread her thighs further as I climbed onto the bed, and raised her legs as my mouth descended to kiss her pussy. I ran my nose up the line of her slit, onto her mound, savouring her smell, before pushing my tongue out to run it back down, over the hair, into the fold, opening her up, drawing in her sticky sweetness, pressing into the inner folds of her body, drinking the essence of her sex. Her guttural sigh and the hand that clawed in my hair told me that what I was doing was pleasing, but she wanted something more. I moved swiftly to give it to her.

My lips brushed her nipple on the way past, and I plunged my tongue into her waiting mouth as my cock head pressed against her waiting pussy, the head popped in, making her jump and gasp and wriggle, and then her hands on my backside grasped and pulled and she thrust against me and I sank to my full length and depth in her velvet warmth. Jill moaned ""Oh, Sean, Oh god I wanted this"

My already hard cock swelled further, and I had to restrain myself from just ravishing her in a frenzy. But not for long. Her hips began to rock, her hands on my ass and back pulled me hard to her, her breathing sped up and between gasps her tongue darted in and out of my mouth at an increasing pace, she was flushed, and wild, and wanton and beautiful, and we both let go, a mad thrashing rocking clasping grunting and sighing, mutually fast and hard and deep, lovemaking of the freest and purest sort. She came, and came again and I came and she held me wrapped in her arms and legs as I buried my face in her neck and my cock in her body, and pumped my seed deep in her, and felt her glorious skin against me, smelling her hair, her sweat her sex, her come and mine, her sweet breath and her salty tears as she wept with emotion. I kissed her then, tasting her tears and her mouth, telling her I loved her, listening to her whisper her love, her hopes and dreams. 

It was a horrible wrench to have to break apart, to hear the watch beeping our fate, to help her dress, kissing her bush and nipples before they were covered again, her giving my cock a loving peck as drew my pants up, I kissed her toes before she put on her tights, and we helped each other adjust out ties and hair. We went downstairs, and she brightly thanked Mike, and said "See you Wednesday."

He grinned. Mike always grinned.

I worked on the MG that night. It was March, bitter cold, snow still lying, but I dreamed of June, with the top down, a warm evening parked by a beach, and Jill making love with me on the red leather seats. 

The following day Mike grumped a bit when I said I was picking up Jill and we were going to town. He said cheekily "Could you not come over for a game of snooker?" 

I shrugged "Going shopping with girls is the price we pay for Snooker. And remember, tomorrow we are all going for coffee, so no making big plans for then either. Penny won't want more than kiss out of you until Saturday probably. But Jill is making plans for Saturday, so just tie a knot in it until then."

The two girls sat in the back of the car together. At the Health Centre I once more did maths problems in the car, and when the girls came back out we went for coffee in a hotel down at the harbour. They hadn't built the marina then, so you could still see the sea. It was grey and windy and bitterly cold, and Penny was still pale.

We talked about France, where she holidayed every year with her parents. Her mother was French, and they spent the whole summer there every year. But now she was eighteen, and had a boyfriend so she wondered if she wanted to spend two months with her mum and dad, when instead she could be at home, on her own in an empty house with Mike, and us of course. She knew her parents wouldn't be happy about that. Not just that their little girl didn't want to spend time with them, but also the idea of her being unsupervised and having a boy about and the bedroom being just up stairs... But maybe if Jill was going to stay with her? 

Or maybe, since they were both going to University (if the exam results worked out) they should look for a flat together. They would have to move in in August maybe, so she could spend a few weeks with her parents in France and then come back. And if they had a flat together then we, the boys, could visit...

Jill looked at me. I shrugged. Penny didn't know of my plan to buy a house and rent out rooms to other students. She also didn't know that Jill fancied her and wanted her to join us in bed, or that we had set her up with Mike because he had a strong kink towards group sex and was keen to share her, or any other girl he got. It was getting complicated though. 

I had thought that if we helped Mike seduce her, and we helped her to dump him, Mike could go off and meet Tara, who was in another life his long term girlfriend, mother of his children and indulged him in every way. I felt it was important that he meet Tara, but that had to happen later this year, as I knew that he met her at the house warming party run by a friend of mine for when he moved out to go to University. 

Now Penny seemed to making plans for a future with Mike. Which I know was in her nature. In life version one she and I had gone out together for years, and she had talked of us marrying, although gradually, once she discovered her penchant for swinging, voyeurism, exhibitionism and a hefty submissive streak, she drifted away from that, and from me. She allowed herself to become the 'pet' of a dominatrix, and moved away to be with her when she got a job in England. 

This second time round I was changing my life, doing things differently because I had the knowledge and experience of life from the first time. I was not a lazy and confused teenage boy, but a hardworking and savvy young man with money and the knowledge of how to make it work for me. But my choices were affecting other people's lives. Jill had never slept with me 'then' Penny had been my first girlfriend, not Mike's, and we had taken months and years to overcome our religiously blighted cultural backgrounds and find out about our own needs desires and preferences. Guilt and ignorance had driven us. Now knowledge, confidence and determination were overcoming those obstacles, and I had changed Jill's life, and Penny's and Mike's, as well as my own.

But the choices other people made were their own in this life as well as the other. While I had decided to conspire with Jill and Mike to seduce (corrupt?) Penny, I had not really thought of the long term consequences for her, and that was beginning to worry me. I had once loved her very much, and still held a fondness for her. I didn't want to see her hurt. What would become of Penny if she stayed with Mike? What would Tara do? Okay, you can't live other people's lives for them, but I could (and had) made a huge difference to them.

Then again, knowing how she had been liberated and changed by Penny developing sexual confidence in a previous life, I could expect similar changes now, and perhaps facilitate them. Jill fancied Penny. Penny had the potential to become a submissive pet for a dominatrix. I did not think Jill had that streak in her, but with my help... There was potential here. 

So after I shrugged I said "That might be a good plan, I'll help you guys in house hunting. I'm looking for somewhere myself."

Penny looked at me then, and said "I'm not sure that my father would approve of me living in a house with you and Mike as well. I mean, If Jill and I had a flat you guys might stay over sometimes, but I don't think I want to start planning on living together with him."

"No problem, Penny, just we can all look together. You might see somewhere that suits you that wouldn't be my choice, and vice versa. But since I have the car, it makes sense to combine efforts."

So we talked about house hunting, and agreed that after the exams would be best. Then Jill and I dropped her home, and Penny hugged Jill and said 'Thank you for being such a good friend.'

In the car Jill said. "That was a nice hug. You know she nearly kissed me there. I get the feeling that Penny is starting to smoulder."

"You look pretty hot yourself," I said. "I think we ought to do some house hunting before Easter. I have to get it set up and purchased. How do you feel about sharing a house with Penny?"

Jill thought about it. "With Mike? Her folks won't like that."

"I don't think he'll be with her by September. Seriously, this thing with him isn't forever. But we will be there for her." I shrugged. 

"You know how I feel about her, Sean. And I know you agree that she is attractive, and you would be happy to take her to bed with me. I was just wondering though, would you be happy to take her to bed without me?" Jill said with a touch of worry in her voice. 

"Jill, there is an obvious answer to that which doesn't answer your real question. I am absolutely certain any man could have a very happy time in bed with Penny. But I know I don't and won't want her rather than you as my partner in life, as well as bed. You are smarter, nicer, kindlier and more joyous, and every day I can't believe I am lucky enough to be able to see you and talk to you. Now penny is nice enough, but not as smart, and not as all round generally wonderful, and she may have a wee bit of a fancy for me, and me for her, but it isn't the same. Yes I would be happy to take her to bed, but so would you, I think. I believe you could have a very nice time in bed with her, without me, but you don't want just her, do you?"

Jill instantly answered "No."

"Ok. Now can you imagine if the three of us were in bed, and I was just watching you two, would you have fun then? Yes, I can see you would. So would you mind if she and I had sex together with you beside us?"

Again Jill's answer was instant. "I would love to see you both do that. It is so hot to see her with Mike, but with you, oh that would be something."

"You don't think Mike is sexy?"

Jill looked at me seriously "You mean 'do I want to have sex with Mike,' don't you?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, I suppose I do."

"I don't know. If you had asked me last week I would have said 'No way'. But he is quite handsome. And he is nice with Penny. But I think you are right about him and Penny. He is only after one thing, and if he gets it he might not hang around even if she keeps giving it. And I'm sure if I went round to his place now on my own he would do it with me and never think of her. Or you."

"True." I said, but waited for her to go on. 

"Which might be fun, but I don't think it would be that much fun. I love you Sean. That's why it's fun. Even the first time. I loved you then."

"And I loved you, and do."

"It makes me a bit sad about Penny." Jill said, sincerely. 

"Yes. Sad and guilty. Which is not good." I agreed. 

"She should have someone who loves her for her first time. Or at least someone who cares. Like you."

"Me?" I said surprised. 

"You care. You love her, not like me, but, well, I don't know. You talk about her in a different way. Not like the other girls. And I know she fancies you. Maybe..."

I prompted her to go on, "Maybe?"

"Maybe we should arrange for you to have her first." She made a little unsure head movement, and went on "Without Mike. Although he might be annoyed."

"Tough. But are you sure? About her and me, and you? I mean, every boy's fantasy is three in a bed, but ..."

"Sean, we can share her, I can share you with her, you can share me with her. I think we could even live together. I mean, she's almost French, a ménage a trois is almost de reiguer."

"Okay." I said and paused for thought, "Okay. But if we end up with her living in our house I want her to feel equal in at least some things. I mean, I can't feel for her as I do for you, and she will know that, so our relationship will always be skewed. If she is living with us in September, but it is in my house, or our house, that makes her a guest. Also, as you know, I don't like talking about my money with other people. It skews things. I don't want people to know I own the house. So, how about we pick a house to buy, and then we pretend to rent it. Penny can come in and pay her way, and feel it is her home, not just ours. But I don't want to take advantage of her by that. We can put her rent money in a savings account and give it back to her some time in the future."

"And mine. My parents are expecting me to rent a place. We can save it. Although your plan was to buy and rent out rooms and you make that money - which is only fair. You have earned the money to buy that house through hard work, and you could invest that money in something else that would make a lot more money. You should get the rent, and I'm not paying rent by sleeping with you." Jill smiled to take the sting out of that. 

"Hmmm. Good point. I'm letting my business head get cloudy. Ok fair rent is fair. But that still leaves us with the problem of how do we slow down Mike, and sideline him?"

Jill shrugged. "Slowing is easy, I talk Penny out of going further. Which might also sideline him. Or we set him up with another girl. Another one you fancy?"

I laughed. "You mean 'we' fancy? Yeah. That would work for him, but how to make it so she isn't too upset."

"Oh she'll be upset, but if we play it right we can comfort her in the nicest way," said Jill. 

"You know that sounds devious and manipulative?"

"Yes, but it is for her own good." Jill said with conviction. 

We kissed a little on her doorstep as I dropped her off, and arranged the following afternoon. 

Wednesday was not a good day. It rained, sleeted and blew. The girls were damp and frozen when we got there, traffic had been crawling. 

Coffees were drunk, talk flowed, I offered to drop Penny home as it was no weather to walk to or from the train, but time constraints meant I had to drop Mike and Jill first. 

It was the first time I had really spoken to Penny by herself. At first it was chit chat. Then when we had drawn up outside her house she suddenly said. "Sean, tell me honestly, do you think Mike loves me?"

I was a bit taken aback, but stalled, saying, "Has he said he does?"

"No."

"Well it is a big thing to say."

She sounded uncertain, but said "I don't think he does. He fancies me, that's obvious, and he likes me well enough, but really I think he is only after my body."

"Well, I can't blame him, it is a nice body." I said lightly. 

She made a little snort, a rather cute sound I had forgotten. "Thank you, Sean, but that's not the point. I've seen you with Jill. No I don't mean just like the other day when you two were making out, I mean, well like today. The way you look after her. You got her coffee, you touch her hand, you look at her. It's not like that with Mike."

"Well, everyone is different. I mean, I've noticed that you don't like him kissing you in public." 

Penny looked at me, and said "Yes. You kiss Jill, but the way you do it isn't the same. I wouldn't mind you kissing me in public."

I hesitated. 

"You mean you wouldn't mind Mike kissing you in public if he kissed you the way I kiss Jill?"

She gave me a look I recognised as her 'naughty girl' look - head slightly down, eyebrows raised. "No."




If I Knew Then... Ch. 05



"Ah." I paused, unsure what to say. I managed "You know Mike might not be happy about that."

She shrugged, still doing 'naughty girl'. "I'm not too worried about that. I'm telling him tomorrow that I don't want to go out with him any more."

"Ah." I said again, and wondered what to say next. This was tricky. "Well, you know that I do think you are awfully attractive, and I do like you alot, and..."

She broke in on me "And you love Jill. I know. You two have something special. I can see that. And Jill is very special to me, I would never want to hurt her. So I don't expect you to kiss me, or leave Jill for me. I just wanted you to know, that I like you. Alot. I. I. I have really enjoyed being in the room with you when you have been with Jill and I was with Mike. Knowing you were there and could see me. Well it turned me on. But I was thinking that when I let Mike go, we'll not be double dating, so I'll probably not see so much of you. And that will be a good thing, it will give me time to get over it, but I just wanted to tell you."

"Well," I said, "I'm not sure what to say. Apart from thank you. That's very flattering."

"Well," she said "Thanks for the lift home."

She quickly leaned across and kissed me, on the lips, and made to get out of the car. 

"Penny." I said sternly, and she turned to look at me guiltily. "You shouldn't steal kisses like that." She looked chagrined, and I reached out to take her chin, and leaned forward to kiss her, a soft, gentle but deliberate kiss. 

"See you tomorrow?" I said. 

"Oh. Yes. I hope so," she half whispered and left. 

I decided to call back past Jill on the way home. I told her what had happened, and she was not surprised by any of it. "Poor thing. She must be so confused. And hurt. I think I'll talk to her in school tomorrow, and tell her that I know you kissed her, and I'm not annoyed. Maybe. Hmmn. This needs thinking over. Okay, leave it with me and I'll handle it. Now go home and get your homework done or your parents will ground you, and I don't want that to happen." 

She kissed me then, and it was wonderful. And I murmured "I love you" against her lips, and she sighed. 

Thursday afternoon was weird. I picked up Mike after the last class and headed up to the girls' school. We met Penny and went to get a coffee in the nearest place, and the three of us had a slightly awkward hour and a half until Jill got in from Chess club. 

She came to the booth we were all in, kissed me and dragged me away saying "Got to talk."

We went to another booth and I asked "What's up?"

"It is part of the plan. They get to talk alone, she tells him. Then she asks for me, I go talk to her and you take Mike home, then come back for us. But in the meantime, news. Penny came to me at lunchtime. She told me she had kissed you yesterday, and said it was her fault, and she was sorry. I told her I knew. She was so sorry and so relieved you had already told me, and that I wasn't angry. We had a long talk. We are going to need a few more. But she is very confused. Ah, and here comes Mike."

He did not look happy. "She wants to talk to you."

Jill went to Penny. 

Mike stood looming glumly. "You ok?" I asked. 

"Chucked." was the reply. 

I took him home. He was not heartbroken, but well pissed off. I commiserated and said I would do what I could. 

When I got back to the girls both had weepy eyes, and strange smiles. They were sitting side by side, so I slid into the booth on the opposite side of the table. 

Jill spoke first. "We're going to take Penny home. Then tomorrow after school we are taking her to my house, and having tea, and watching a movie. Then she is staying over, and on Saturday you can come over in the morning. Okay?"

"Okay. How are you then?" I asked

Penny shrugged "I'm fine."

The girls both got in the back. Jill got out first when we got to Penny's, and said, "Don't forget to say thanks to Sean."

Penny bent and kissed me, a little kiss on the lips, and said "Thank you Sean."

Then she kissed Jill, again on the lips, and said thanks to her. She was smiling as she walked off. So was Jill when she got back in the car with me. 

"You were right about her. But how did you know that she would be so willing to do what she is told?" said Jill

I shrugged. "Her father is a retired army officer, her mother is a teacher. She has been brought up obeying others. She wants to rebel, but safely. She needs permission to be bad. And she will only be bad if she enjoys it, if it is something she wants to do."

"Well, I think she is going to be very bad, and very good, this weekend. My parents are going shopping in Dublin, then staying over on Saturday night." Jill grinned. " and she's staying both nights."

We made plans. 

I sat beside Mike in double chemistry as he moped all Friday morning. He only cheered up when I said "Look Mike, Penny is still a friend of Jill's, and Jill told me that Penny is not giving you a bad report around their friends. In fact she is saying that you are a nice guy, just that she didn't click. The chemistry was wrong. And she is talking up how good your chest muscles are. So no harm there, and the other girls are interested. Jill will help, and might even get Penny guilted into helping as well. I'll be seeing Jill today, maybe Penny in tow. I'll give you a report on Monday."

Jill's mother had invited me for tea, and Penny had been rolled into the party when Jill told her mum that she had broken up with Mike and needed cheered up. So I collected both girls, and Penny got in the back of the mini, but pecked my cheek when she said hello, and then Jill got in and kissed me saying "Hello Handsome man."

I said "Hello beautiful woman" and kissed her back. It was the first time we had done that ritual in front of anyone else. It felt strange. 

At Jill's I found that her mum was out, so the three of us were alone. Jill took us to 'the back room' a cosy informal family room, with the TV and comfy sofas. Then she and Penny went off to make coffee and toast, leaving me to read for a while. 

On their return they made me move to the centre of the sofa and sat on each side of me. I was given coffee an toast with raspberry jam, and Jill started. "We have been talking."

Penny said "And we have an idea."

Jill went on "We want you to consider this, and think about it. We think it might work out, but we need you to agree."

Penny said "But you do need to think about it. And so does Jill, I think. So I got her to agree to some things first."

"I have agreed with Penny that I will let her try something, and if it doesn't work, if I find myself getting upset, then we have a code word I can say and she will stop."

"And if I feel upset I say it too. And the same goes for you. The word is 'woodglue'. "

"Woodglue?" I said, with all the disbelief at my command. 

"Yes," said Penny, "Woodglue. We thought it wasn't a word we would forget, or use in normal conversation."

Jill chimed in "So here is the deal. We are going to share you, if you don't mind. For the weekend."

"Share me?" I said, trying not to sound too keen. 

"Well," said Jill, "Penny told me that she has fancied you for ages, more than she fancied Mike. It is becoming a problem, because we dont want anything to break up our friendship, but she has become tempted to try to seduce you. And I suggested, and she agrees, that the way to overcome her temptation is to give in to it."

"I see. So ..." I rather lamely ran out of words. 

"So Jill suggested that since she had seen me kissing, and doing other things, with Mike, that if I wanted to do those things with you, as long as it wasn't behind her back, I mean, as long as she was able to see us, and maybe join in with you, she wouldn't mind if I didn't mind."

"Kissing and doing other things?" I asked. 

"Oh yes. Everything." said Penny. 

"Everything?" I asked, looking at Jill

"Everything Penny has done with Mike, if you want. And I'm happy that you do everything you have done with me, if she wants. Although my mother will be home in an hour, so perhaps some things will have to wait until tomorrow. But, there is no reason why you shouldn't do this."

Jill had moved as she was speaking, turning on the sofa to kneel on it beside me, facing me. She simply leaned forward and kissed me, gently, then firmly, then with softly opened mouth, then with heart melting passion.

My arms had gone around her, and I returned her kisses, feeling the muscles and bones of her back, pulling her to me to press her breasts against my chest. It was first time we had been able to kiss like that for days. I was hard in two seconds, and honestly wished Penny wasn't there because I wanted to strip Jill and take her on the spot. 

She knew it. As she broke the kiss she looked at me with dangerously dark eyes and whispered "Easy handsome man, slow down."

Then she sat back. Penny was kneeling on the other side. She looked at Jill, who nodded, she gulped, and said "Okay" and leaned in. 

I took her in my arms and tried to not let my lust boil over. The first kiss was hesitant. Her mouth was different from Jill's, her lips not as wide, slightly fuller. She pressed them to me with a different force. It took a moment for me to adjust, but then I remembered. I had kissed her a hundred thousand times before in another life, and I knew how to kiss her now. I knew where to touch her, how to hold her. The feel of her body against mine was familiar, rounder, shorter, than Jill but soft and curvy, with that scent I had forgotten. I was thrown back thirty years in memory, and suddenly utterly relaxed, at home in this skin. 

I kissed her lips, her cheek, her earlobe, her neck, her throat. My hand ran down her back to that place I knew would make her hips tense and put a tingle between her legs. The other smoothed around her side, up over her left breast, palming her nipple making her gasp, taking her mouth again with mine, reaching for her tie to loosen it. 

We kissed again, and she loosened the tie herself, and started to undo the buttons of her blouse. I went for her throat again, knowing what reaction to expect. 

Penny's head went back, and she groaned. I moved both hands below each breast and lifted her up and over me. She moved to lift her leg, placing her knee on the other side of me, straddling me. I went to help lift her skirt so she could sit down on me, and found Jill's hands already there. I lightly touched them before moving on to grasp Penny's bottom. 

I pulled her firmly to me, pressing the hard bulge in my trousers against the soft hollow of her tights. She groaned again, and bent to kiss me, as I pulled on each hip in turn to rub her pussy against me. She added her own lift and fall to the movement, and then leaned back, grabbing my upper arms, to pull herself hard against me. Her eyes widened as she pulsed her hips, and she looked at me saying "Oh, oh that's nice."

Jill began undoing Penny's cuff. For a moment I think Penny didn't know what Jill was doing, and also had a confused second or two, realising that it was me, not Mike, that she was riding, and that Jill was there helping her. 

Then Jill moved to the other side, and Penny cottoned on. She began pulling her blouse and jumper out of her skirt with her other hand, and I helped. Once the second cuff was undone Jill moved to help, and began to pull Penny's clothes up over her head. 

A girl pulling her clothes off over her head is for me one of the great erotic sights. If she has no bra on the vision of her breasts coming into view, pulled up as she raises her arms, always makes me want to kiss them and suck them immediately. If she has a bra, as Penny did, I always like to admire the lingerie, and the swell of the breasts inside, and to anticipate that next layer's removal. When the girl's mouth and nose and eyes reappear, and her hair is swept back and then falls around her face, I am often stopped by the beauty of each revelation. Seeing Jill's pretty smile in the background as she pulled Penny's clothes off only added to the whole event. 

I pulled Penny to me again even before the jumper was odd her hands, running my hands on her bare back and shoulders, kissing her shoulders and down into the cleavage of her bra, back up to her flushed neck, chin and face. My hand was on her breast as she thrust her tongue in my mouth. I saw Jill's face smiling at me as she moved to undo Penny's bra. I felt the material go loose, and registered Jill's fingers sliding up over Penny's shoulder beneath the strap. She was gently caressing the darker tanned skin of the girl in my arms as she slid the strap down and off her. 

I followed Jill's fingers with kisses, catching them as well as Penny's smooth soft skin. When she reached her hand I kept kissing it, sucking Penny's fingertips as Jill went to her other side to remove the strap and pull away the cups. I kissed Penny's palm as my own closed over her naked nipple, her wrist as I squeezed her breast, her inner elbow as my hand moved to the other side, her shoulder as I squeezed that breast, pulling my fingers up to take the nipple and pull on it. Her long gasp of pleasure as she threw her head back was cut off as Jill kissed her. 

She was surprised. I carried on, moving both hands to her bottom and pulled her up so I could kiss her breasts. As my mouth closed on her nipple I heard Jill say "Oh, sorry Penny, I got carried away. But actually that was nice."

Penny gasped as I sucked her nipple hard. She jumped a little, and jumped more when my hand slid up the inside of her thigh to push against her pussy. I looked up as I moved to suck on the other one and started to vibrate my hand. Jill was kissing her again, holding her head, and Penny was clearly kissing her back, and I don't know if she was aware that it was Jill's hand squeezing her left breast. 

I considered trying to remove her tights, or get a hand inside but it wasn't practical. And she was beginning to make that little sound that indicated orgasm approached. I timed my hand movements with her breathing, and watched her skin flush. The breast Jill wasn't holding was bouncing, her nipples hard, and I could feel dampness against my hand between her legs. 

Penny began to sag, her knees spreading, her breathing ragged, and I doubled the speed of my hand. She came in seconds. 

Jill let her breathe, and then fall forward into my arms. She was limp and twitching, and I held her firmly. I enjoyed feeling her skin, running my hands on her back and murmuring gentle words. Jill came in behind her, wrapped her arms around us both and kissed me on the lips, and then her cheek. 

I rocked us all back and forth a few times. Then Penny stirred. I smiled at her, her hair tousled, face flushed, lips plump, eyes dilated. "How are you doing Penny darling?"

She smiled a lazy smile. "Doing good. Thank you Sean" she gave me a little kiss, and turned to Jill "And thank you, Jill." She kissed her too. 

"Time to get dressed though," said Jill gently. 

Jill helped her climb off me, and I reluctantly let her go with a final caress. I watched them as they dressed her, and Jill produced a hair brush.

By then really had to go to the toilet, so I excused myself. When I got back found the two of them standing in the middle of the room with arms round each other, kissing in a way that was so intimate and beautiful that I was embarrassed to interrupt. 

"Sorry girls, but I can hear your mother's car, Jill, and you had better both fix your hair."

The girls volunteered to help make dinner, I also offered, but was told to light the fire instead. Jill's father arrived answer talked cars and motorbikes, then we had dinner, and all of us ended up in the family room with a video. It was horribly awkward, I sat beside Jill with her mum on the other side. Penny was on the small sofa with Jill's dad. The film was long, and harrowing. I had to leave shortly after it finished, and Jill walked me out. It was the first time we had alone to talk

"Hey handsome man, did you have a good time?" she said. 

"Fun, yes, but frustrating. I wanted you, just you and no clothes."

Jill shivered "Hmm. Sounds good. But tomorrow maybe you can have both of us that way."

"Where is she sleeping tonight?" I asked. 

"Camp bed in my room." Jill giggled. 

"With your parents only a room away. You poor thing, how will you restrain yourself?" I said. 

She pouted. "I know, I know. If they heard us..." she trailed off. The rest did not need saying. 

I kissed her then with depth and meaning, and when we broke the kiss I looked deep in her eyes. "I love you, Jill Wyatt, more than I can say. Thank you for being so free and beautiful. Call me tomorrow when your parents leave, I'll be right over."



If I Knew Then... Ch. 06



I had everything ready to go in the car when the call came on Saturday morning. I was at Jill's house in twelve minutes, and the door was opened by Jill in a dressing gown, and I thought, nothing else. That thought was confirmed once the door was closed and I could take her in my arms to kiss her. 

She was already very turned on, and slightly wild eyed. Between kisses she said "Upstairs" so we made our way to the foot of the steps and then she broke off and ran up them. I followed, spurred on by the fact that as she ran Jill was undoing her robe, and dropped it behind her as she opened the bedroom door, calling out "It's Sean, honey!"

I stopped at the door to stare. Jill was lying naked on top of Penny, who was also naked. They were kissing, and Penny's hands were smoothing over Jill's body in a desirous fashion. I could see that both were using their tongues, and Jill was playing with Penny's left breast, squeezing the nipple between thumb and finger, and at the same time moving to get her knee between Penny's. She was pressing her pussy down on the top of Penny's thigh, and as I watched Penny opened her legs, raising the one between Jill's thighs and pressing her own dark hairy mound up against the pale leg that was rubbing between her soft tanned limbs. Penny was obviously in a state of high arousal. 

I wondered what to do. Strip? Join in fully clothed? Let them carry on and just watch?  It looked like Penny would come soon, and if that hand of Jill's was heading where I expected ...

Penny's body lurched upward as Jill's fingers ran through  her pubic hair, over her mons and down her naked lips. I watched as Jill curled a finger upwards, pressing in and parting Penny's thick outer labia, catching the moisture within, bringing it up to her clit, pressing a fingertip on that sensitive bud, driving the breath from her body. Penny was overwhelmed. Her body shook and her legs flailed as she almost screamed. For a moment Jill was shocked into stillness, but then renewed her efforts. She had moved her own leg back to allow her hand access, and now bent her head to take a nipple in her mouth as she began rapidly rubbing her fingers up and down over Penny's swollen pussy. Penny's body responded, her gasps getting higher pitched, her hands clutching Jill's head as she came. 

From my viewpoint at the bottom of the bed I saw Jill move to kiss Penny, her hand releasing Penny's pussy, leaving it open to my sight. Her dark hair was thick and only slightly curled, her Mediterranean colouring showing in the darkness of the inner lips just showing through the tanned outer labia. I had to kiss them. 

I moved to kneel between Penny's feet, bending to worship her beauty with my mouth. The first touch of her pussy was made with the tip of my tongue. Her thighs jerked to close, then relaxed as I explored her with lips and teeth and tongue and nose and chin. I was able to push her legs wider and lick down the whole length of her, pressing my tongue into her depths. 

Jill was still kissing her and playing with her breasts, and Penny began fondling her in return. As I ran my mouth up to concentrate on her clitoris, savouring the delicious taste of musky salty sweetness, I saw Penny's hand reach for Jill's nipples and the other slide down over her stomach to explore the pale pink folds and light brown curls below. 

Jill moaned, and my erection caught in my jeans became uncomfortable. I wanted her. Her pale thigh was only a few inches away, curving up to her upraised bottom. Her breasts hung down with Penny's darker hand gripping one. I could just move to stand behind her, drop my trousers and take her from behind. I could grip those slim pale hips and sink my cock deep, and come in her as she kissed Penny and fingered her.   But Penny was approaching another climax as I lapped at the top of her slit and slid a finger carefully up and down the lower part of it. I couldn't stop now.

I found the entrance to her pussy, and pressed gently in with my finger tip. Penny gasped "Oh, oh my! Oh what are you doing?"

I didn't reply, my mouth was busy. I gently pulled my finger out and pushed it back in, deeper, feeling her soft warm wetness. She wriggled and again said "Oh, oh my!"

I repeated the motion, and with each penetration I licked her clitoris, and as I pulled out I pulled gently to each side or down, relaxing her muscles, stretching her. After half a dozen strokes I had my whole finger in her and had spread her open with my tongue.  I paused to look at her. 

It was a strangely familiar sight, in memory from another life, Penny's pretty pussy with my finger in it, inner lips dark pink, almost purple edged, dark haired lips spread, tanned thighs wide, conical tits with dark nipples pointing at the ceiling, gasping as my thumb rubbed her clitoris and the finger inside her pulsed against the inside of her behind her mons.  Of course in memory Jill had not been there, sucking those dark nipples, and having her own pussy fondled by Penny. 

I felt Penny's inner muscles contract in waves around my finger as I latched onto her clit again with my lips and flicked it with tongue tip and hummed deeply at the same time. As she came I pumped my finger in and out in time with her pulses and her gasps.  

She was almost breathless and weeping by the time I let her close her legs and climbed up the bed beside her. She clung to Jill as she kissed her and held her, and I snuggled behind her, wrapping my arm around both girls. I kissed Penny's neck and Jill's lips. Jill smiled, and ran her tongue across my mouth, tasting her friend's pussy on my lips. "Mmm." Jill crooned. 

"Hi Penny. You okay?" I said gently. 

"Uh huh." she snuggled against Jill's shoulder, "Very." Then she giggled. "You never told me about that, Jilly."

Jill laughed "Good isn't it?  And did he put his finger inside as well?"

Penny nodded, "I think so. It felt weird. Nice though, especially when I came."

"Hmm, I know what you mean. It is good to have something inside when I come.  Speaking of which, I need to come now, with something inside me. Help me get Sean out of those clothes please." Jill said, and released Penny. She rolled off her side of the bed, and came round to my side as Penny rolled over to face me. 

Penny kissed me then, as she pulled at my jumper.  I made sure to touch my tongue to hers, and smiled when we parted to let her pull my clothes over my head. I pulled her back to kiss her and said "Your mouth is as delicious a your pussy, Penny." 

Her eyes went wide and she looked shocked as she broke the kiss. She blushed as I said "You can taste it on my lips, can't you? And don't you taste good?" and I kissed her again. 

"Oh," she said "I, I ..."

"No false modesty now, and no silly prejudice." I said sternly. "Kiss me again, and tell me how I taste."

She did as she was told. "I suppose it isn't bad."

Jill laughed. She was at my feet, undoing my shoes and taking off my socks. "It is odd the first time, honey. But I like it now. The same with Sean's cock. The first taste was strange but then it was delicious."

Penny was blushing fully then. "Sean's ... Sean's..." she spluttered. 

"Penny darling," Jill crooned, and came up to put an arm round her "You liked it when he kissed your pussy yes?" Penny nodded  "And I love it when he kisses mine.  So it makes sense that he would like being kissed there too, doesn't it?" Jill  asked in gentle, reasonable tones.

"And you did that?"  said Penny. "You have kissed it?"

Jill nodded  "You asked me last night if I would show you everything we do. Well that is one of the things we do. You don't have to do it, okay?  Now, I want to get Sean naked. I want to play with him, and make him come, like we said last night. Is that okay?"

By this time the two girls were kneeling side by side on the bed, with me infront of them, lying facing them, my head at Penny's end of the bed, my waist about level with Jill's knees. I had my right hand on Penny's bottom, just cradling it, and my left on her knee, again just holding her. I smiled up at her as she looked down nervously. "It's ok, Penny darling," I said, "We can all put our clothes back on if you want."

She giggled, and automatically raised an arm to cover her breasts. "Oh I'm sorry. I just feel rather silly suddenly. I mean, you have just seen me naked. I am naked. It's all a bit weird."

I raised myself on my elbow and reached to take her chin. I said "Yes, I have seen you naked, and you are beautiful. From top to toe, and all of the bits in between. I am very lucky, I know it, to have two beautiful young women naked on a bed with me, and it would be an awful shame if they got dressed so soon." I kissed her, and drew her down to me, letting her develop the kiss, letting her run her hands over my chest, as I touched her sides and breasts and back and thighs. I whispered how beautiful she was, complimented her smooth skin, her firm breasts, her tiny oval navel, her bottom. I had to admit when she questioned me that it wasn't as round as Jill's, but it was beautiful none the less. 

Jill had moved off the bed. It was not really large enough for three. I was conscious that I was neglecting her as I seduced Penny, but she knew what I was doing. I rolled Penny on her back and began to kiss my way down her body. Jill came and sat on the edge of the bed, stroking Penny's hair and saying "He is right you know. You are beautiful naked. Open your legs for him Penny, let him look at your pussy again."

She did as she was told, and I kissed her there again, saying "Such a beautiful thing, so complex and pretty, and soft and sweet," and I kissed her deeply. 

Penny gave a great relaxing sigh. Jill said "That's better eh?" and moved to lie beside her. They kissed, while I nibbled at Penny's pussy, and Jill lifted her leg so I could slide two fingers into her very wet slit.  Jill began to pant quite soon as I worked my fingers in her and Penny's kisses and caresses fired her nerves. She brought Penny's hand down to join mine as I used my thumb on her clit, and I heard her say "Rub me Darling, make me come, Penny."

Penny obeyed.

I had two fingers in Jill and one in Penny when Jill came. She was clutching at Penny's hair and back, kissing her deeply and wildly and rubbing her breasts against Penny's. Both girls hips were jerking and rocking, and I felt Penny begin to contract around my finger as she held Jill in her arms. Her orgasm was not as intense, but she shook and moaned, and the two kissed like lovers reunited after a month apart. 

I gently moved my hands to release them both, and watched as they wrapped their legs around each other. 

They were beautiful. Stunning. Pale skin and honey, slim and curvy, pink and brown. Both lost in post orgasmic haze. 

I was touched by it, and a little frustrated. I decided to remove my trousers but keep my underpants on so as not to freak Penny too much, and I climbed onto the bed behind Jill. 

I spooned her, and nuzzled her neck. Her hand came round between us to grasp my cock, and she had to fiddle for a moment to get her hand down my waistband. I pressed against her, my hips moving in a rhythm of their own. 

Jill matched my movements, and I began to get quite heated. I was reaching round her to hold her breasts, and I could feel Penny's against my hands as well.  Over Jill's shoulder Penny's face was peaceful and sated, she had her eyes closed and head back, hair wild about her head, face gently flushed. As I watched she rolled onto her back, exposing her pointed breasts and matted bush. There was room for Jill to roll onto her back beside her, if I made a tricky manoeuvre holding myself on one knee and one hand. Then I could move between her legs, and she opened her thighs and arms to embrace me. 

"Hi there beautiful woman, how are you doing?" I said

"Doing good, handsome man. But I want you." she hoarsely whispered. 

"Now?"

"Now and always." she smiled, and we kissed and my cock grew harder. She opened her legs more, and lifted them, so I pressed on her wet and open sex. At her moan Penny opened her eyes and when she saw what we were doing she grinned. 

"Oh, Sean, no trousers?" she said coquettishly. 

"No pants either if you'll give me a hand." said Jill, and she pulled at the top of my knickers. 

"You sure?" asked Penny, as she got to her knees beside me. 

"Yes Darling. I've done this before." said Jill. I raised myself to let Penny pull them down below my knees, then lowered myself on my knees to lift my feet. As I did so Jill caught my cock, and began to wank me.  I longed to take her right then, just sink into her pussy, but I knew Penny would freak.  As it was she was pretty surprised. 

"Oh my goodness!" Penny cried. "Jill, Oh my!"

Jill laughed, and said, "Pretty isn't he?"

Penny was kneeling with her hand covering her mouth. "Jill, is Sean's... Is he... Jilly?"

Jill held up her hand to Penny and beckoned her. "Come down here love, it's ok, honey."

I had held still, and smiled at Penny as she moved to Jill's side. "That's it, honey, come here." Jill said wrapping her arm round her friend, and stroking her hair and back. "It's fine, look."

She pushed up on my chest, and I lifted up, so Penny could see. "Oh." was all she said. 

Jill made another stroke and pulled me toward her, dropping her legs and closing them so I could straddle her. I moved up over her stomach and she pulled me further. My cock was over her breasts, six inches from Penny's face, as Jill slowly pulled my foreskin back. She held me with just one finger and her thumb, so Penny could see. "Isn't it pretty?" said Jill

Penny looked dubious. Jill said "You can touch it if you like."

Penny glanced up at me, and then at Jill and then reached out a finger. She touched my shaft gingerly. "Oh. It's soft."

"Actually it's quite hard, although not fully hard." said Jill "Hold it.  Go on. Put your hand round it. That's it, a bit tighter but not too tight, like this," she said, putting her hand over Penny's. "Now if you move it like this, it is like when Sean put his finger in you, but the the other way round."

I gave an appreciative moan, and said "That's nice, Penny, thank you."

Jill smiled at me, and winked. Then said "Ok, can you keep doing that? Alright then I can do this." She wriggled further down, and kissed the tip of my cock. Penny was wide eyed, but kept stroking me. 

I pulled a pillow to support Jill's head, and lowered myself so it was easier for her to reach me. Jill said "Thanks Sean, now could you just wank him with two fingers into my mouth please Penny."

Hearing her say that, and feeling and seeing them do it, was a serious turn on. 

Jill was making a show of it, and Penny was watching closely as she licked the underside of my glans, and up over the opening, round the top and back down before sucking me in with her whole mouth. I pushed forward, so several inches went into her as she sucked, and Penny's fingers touched Jill's lips. I pulled back, and did it again, finding Penny's quiet exclamations of "Oh. Oh my!" an amusing and arousing sound track. 

"Could you pull Sean's foreskin up and just wank the tip  please, honey, I want to lick his shaft and balls." Jill said in deep and wicked tones.

Penny almost squeaked "Okay." and watched amazed as Jill slipped under me, licking my shaft up and down then kissing and sucking and licking my balls. 

"Oh, girls, that's good. If you keep that up I'll come." I groaned. 

Jill stopped what she was doing and said "Do you want to come in my mouth or Penny's hand?"

"Your mouth, if you want it"

"Hmmn yes please." said Jill. 

Penny stopped wanking me and looked down at Jill "You want him to do it in your mouth?" Her voice dripped with incredulity an horror. 

"Oh Penny honey, you should taste him. It's delicious darling. And his come is lovely. No really, trust me. Here come closer, doesn't he smell nice?" Jill pulled Penny nearer to my cock, and I lifted up towards her. "Now Penny, try it. Do what I was doing, you'll see. Just a little kiss."

Penny pursed her lips, swallowed her uncertainty, and gave the end of my cock a light peck. 

"Oh you can do better than that!" said Jill, craning up to lick my balls. "Give Sean a proper kiss."

Penny did as she was told. I made a small whimper of pleasure and she looked up at me, so I smiled to reassure her and said "Thank you Penny dear, that was nice. Would you do it again?"

She did it again, looking up at me, her big brown eyes full of wonder. "Oh yes, that's lovely." I said "Oh yes, that's nice too, oh, I like that. Can you take a little more in, so your tongue can... Oh yes that's the spot." 

She had taken the end in her mouth and was licking the underside of my glans the way Jill had done. Jill was watching her, and said encouragingly "Good girl Penny, now try sucking it"

I moaned. The noise made Penny look up again but not stop. I could see her eyes smiling and she moved her hand back and forth, wanking me as she sucked, wanking me into her mouth. I almost came. A stab of near orgasmic muscle twinging pleasure dragged another groan from me and I nearly fell forward. Jill laughed. "Oh Penny, he likes that!"

"Oh, oh, I have to lie down" I gasped. 

Penny released my cock and said "Are you okay?"

I gulped air and Jill said "He's fine honey. It's just like when you are going to come. Your legs get wobbly, yes?  Here darling lie down here." She moved from under me, and pulled me back onto my heels, them lowered me on my back. She kissed me, and glanced at Penny "It's ok, you can suck him again now" she said. 

Penny bent to lift my cock, and put it in her mouth. She responded to the movement of my hips and began wanking me and sucking at the same time, bobbing her head. I reached for Jill's pussy as she kissed me, and played with her nipples. Jill hummed, and dropped her lips to whisper "Come in her mouth."

I groaned, and tried to whisper "Lick my balls" but it was loud enough for Penny to hear. As Jill shifted to do it, Penny ran her mouth down my shaft and began lapping at my balls, copying what Jill did earlier. Jill laughed as I writhed and said "Well done Penny, mind if I join in?"

Without waiting for answer she licked me and took me in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, sucking me, wanking me, pulling my leg wide to let Penny get a better approach to licking me, doing everything to make me come.

In seconds I was panting and my hips were jerking, Jill pulled her mouth away but kept wanking me hard and fast, and I heard her say "You want to suck him?  He's going to come in a moment. Suck him Penny, come on." 

Jill's body was in the way so I could not see, but I felt the mouth on my balls stop and a second later hot lips closed on my cock as Jill kept wanking me. A hand closed on my balls, and Jill said "Come now Sean, come for us, come on, come in her mouth!"

I had no alternative. 

Jill kept wanking me, my hips heaved up, Penny sucked and I felt the rush of spunk out of my balls, forcing up through my cock, pulsing out into the mouth that held me, the tongue that swirled around my tip. Seven ass-clenching, ball-twitching jets of come shot through me and my breathing stopped. I was rigid. Arched. My cock thrust deep in Penny's mouth, Jill holding still, squeezing my shaft. 

I collapsed. Every muscle relaxed, breathing in gasps. I barely felt them letting go of my cock, and long moments passed before I raised my head to see the girls kissing deeply over me, their long hair brushing my stomach and thighs. 

When the kiss was over Jill looked in Penny's eyes and said "Didn't I tell you he was delicious?"

"Hmmn. Okay. You were right. But I can't believe I just did that.  And I can't believe I enjoyed it." Penny sat back on her heels. She looked around like someone waking up. "I'm sitting here, stark naked, with a naked man. And a naked girl. Who I've been kissing. Both of them. I'm not sure which should be the more disturbing. Why am I not disturbed by this?  I mean, look at me. I'm naked. I've spent eighteen years wearing clothes my parents approve of. I have kissed four boys, including you, Sean. Three of them in the last three weeks."




If I Knew Then... Ch. 06



She was in full flow. Jill motioned me to move, and as Penny talked she manoeuvred her friend around to the head of the bed, and picked the duvet off the floor. I helped, and the two of us got on each side of her and pulled the duvet up.

We each put an arm round her, and she talked on, "Three weeks ago I had never let a boy touch me with clothes on. I never thought of kissing a girl. I mean, never. I never thought of kissing a boy like I just did. Really, never. I mean, I had heard about it. Half of me thought it was just a story, and the other half thought it was disgusting. And here I just did it. I just put your thing in my mouth and sucked it. And I liked it. And you, you came. And it wasn't disgusting. And you kissed me afterwards and you think it isn't disgusting either. And Sean, you kissed me, down there. Twice. And I came. And you put your finger inside me. And Jill, you touched me there and I touched you, and Mike did too, a bit, and you and Mike and Sean have sucked my nipples and, and I sucked yours. And I enjoyed it. All of it. You know I wanted Mike to take my knickers off. I couldn't say why, I just wanted to be naked, bare down there. I wanted a boy to touch me there. I wanted a boy to see me, there." 

She looked at Jill "But that was only after he had put his hand there. Before that I never wanted one even to touch me. And I didn't want them to see me. I've seen the other girls in the shower. All pink, and mine is all brown and dark. Like my nipples.  It was only after he said, and you said, that they were nice that I thought I wanted someone to see me there, and see if it was alright."

"But you are beautiful darling, all over!" said Jill. 

"And delicious too." I added

Penny blushed, but said "And that's another thing. Kissing me there. You, kissed me there. And that was lovely. And you put a finger in me. And it was nice. Lovely, wonderful. But, but I don't know that I should like it."

Jill squeezed her shoulder. "I understand darling. Kissing boys and even letting them play with your nipples is one thing, but when it comes to those bits... It gets serious. You're worried about being a virgin, or not. Being what the girls at school call a slut."

"Uh-huh. I mean, am I. Am I still a virgin?" Penny sounded scared. 

Jill squeezed again. "Well, I think it only counts if a boy puts his cock in your pussy."

Penny sucked in a deep breath. "Oh. Yes."

"But I'm not sure that you should be worried about all that nonsense anyway. It's not what you do, it's who you do it with and why and how. Girls who don't even go all the way get known as sluts because they go with lots of boys. They'll do it with anyone. They do it at parties infront of people, or at least they make it obvious what they are going upstairs with a boy for.  You aren't like that. You are like me. Okay, we are both horny, we both love sex, we like being naked, kissing, having our pussys kissed and fingers inside us, but that is all natural, and fun. We don't sleep around, we don't use sex to manipulate boys. We don't hurt anyone. We do it in private with people we love.  We aren't sluts. Well I don't think we are and I don't think anyone else thinks we are.  No-one said anything bad about you and Mike,  Have you heard anyone saying anything about me and Sean?"

"No. Nothing bad. All the girls are jealous of course, but no one thinks you are bad at all."

"And you don't think I'm a slut do you?"

Penny was vehement "No!"

Jill smiled but said "Even though you have seen us together?  You have seen me suck Sean's cock."

"Yes, but..." Penny protested but fell silent. She thought hard. "But..." she started, and went quiet again. Then after a moment more she said "No. I never thought that, before. And I don't think it now. You love him. You aren't doing it just for fun.  It isn't just lust. You do these things because you love him. And he does those things to you because he loves you."

"So that makes it right?  I think you are right. Sean and I are in love, and love each other, and we want to share each other. And everything we do is right. And that's why you didn't want to do it with Mike."

Penny hung her head. "But I wanted to do it with Sean. And, and we did things Jill. You and me. Things we shouldn't have done. Dirty things."

Jill puffed up. "Penny Harty, you and I both had showers this morning. Everything we did was perfectly clean."

It worked. Penny laughed. But she was still troubled. "You know what I mean. You know what they say about girls who do that sort of thing together  And I shouldn't have done things with Sean, and you shouldn't have let me."

"Why not?  You love me don't you?" said Jill. 

Penny was stopped in her tracks. Jill smiled. "We have been friends for seven years. I know you better than anyone. You have been with me through everything. If you disappeared tomorrow I would miss you. Forever. I would cry. Lots. I worry about you. And, and now I've kissed you I want to do it again. It's not like how I feel about Sean, but I love you Penny."

Penny was touched. "Oh Jill. Oh I don't know what to do."

Jill hugged her. "You love me, yes?"

"Yes, yes I suppose I do, but it isn't right for girls to kiss and everything."

I joined in. "Why not?  Girls are nice to kiss. And everything."

Penny looked at me. "Boys are nice to kiss. Would you kiss a boy?"

"Maybe. If it was the right boy." I shrugged. She was open mouthed. "Jill and I talked about this. It's not that I fancy any boy, its just that I don't see anything wrong with it if I did. If I was fond of him. That's the point though.  I would have to want to make love with him, not just have sex. Like being with you. You know I am very fond of you, Penny. I care about you. I know it isn't the same as I feel about Jill, but I am more than happy to say I feel great affection for you. That I love you like she does. We love you, Penny, that's why we are happy to be here in bed with you."

Penny was still confused. "But... Oh Sean that is awfully nice of you to say. But ... Oh I don't know. Jill, yes, I do love you, and I have to say I find myself very turned on by you, and I find that really weird, and you Sean, well I have fancied you for ages, and well, you are still very fanciable, and I do like you a lot. I could fall in love with you. But you are Jill's."

Jill hugged her again. "So we love you, and you love us, and together we have a very nice time. And we don't think there is anything bad about what we have done. All the same we know other people make those judgements, so we don't draw attention to it. We will never tell anyone."

"I won't tell either," Penny said. "But that still isn't the point. Even though we are all good friends and this has been very good fun, isn't it still wrong?"

"We don't think so." I said. "We know others think it is, but we don't understand why."

"Look honey, you are over thinking this." said Jill. "People tell us it is wrong, they don't say why. It is all just control. Men mostly, want virgins as brides so they know their kids are theirs. Parents want their kids to marry so they don't get left with single mothers and grandchildren to look after.  Other women want women not to sleep with other men because they are scared they will loose their husbands. Priests don't want anyone to enjoy themselves at all, so they keep giving money and hoping for heaven. It is all control."

"Aren't you afraid Sean will fall for me?" Penny asked. 

"No more than he fears me falling for you. If he does I can't stop that. If he does then it is because he doesn't love me that much. I'd rather know that. But I don't think he will. No, let me rephrase that. I fully expect he will fall for you, a little more in love every day. But he won't fall out of love with me. And I know that because this last week that we have been so close has changed things for me. When I say I love you I mean it, but I don't mean I love Sean any less."

 "And when I say I love Jill, I mean it, and still I can feel love for you. " I said. 

"But..." Penny tried to protest. 

"Penny. Look at me." said Jill. "Now honestly tell me, not what anyone else thinks, how did it feel when Sean and I were kissing you, and touching you, and you were kissing us?"

"Good. Of course it's good. But..."

"No buts. Now you believe in God, yes?  Well why would a God who loves us make us so that things we do with people we love feel good if in fact they were bad?" Jill asked. 

"Sex is for marriage. Doing it outside marriage may be fun, but that makes it even more sinful." Penny hung her head. 

"Say the priests, and parents." Jill snorted. "I won't believe in a God who sets traps like that. Now if people get hurt, that's another thing. If you have promised to each other not to do it with anyone else, and you break the promise, or if you abandon your kids to run off with another guy, that's bad. Or if a girl gets pregnant and the boy leaves her. But what we do doesn't hurt anyone, does it?"

"No. Although my parents would go nuts."

We both laughed. "Yeah, ours too. But we won't tell them." I said. 

"You really think they're wrong?" Penny sounded like she wanted to believe us. 

I pulled out the memory trick, dragging in ideas she had come up with herself, arguments I knew she would agree with. "Your parents were quite old when you were born, weren't they?"

"Yes, but what.."

"They married late, yes?" I pressed. 

"Yes."

"Your mum, did she have any boyfriends before your dad?  During the War?"

"Yes. She was engaged. He was killed."

"And your father?"

"Yes." Penny looked down. "He was married before. She left him. He was away on duty, and she found another man.  They divorced."

"So he definitely wasn't a virgin when he married your mum, and maybe she ... Well wartime romance and all that. Maybe not. But she was in love before, and must have kissed her fiancé at least.  But she still loved your father. and they married and had you. In some churches there is no divorce. In some churches your parents aren't married, cannot be married. Now since they had you they definitely had sex at least once. So according to that church they have unmarried sex. Now I don't see any sin in all that."

"Well, no, although they aren't hypocrites. He didn't want the divorce, and it was years after when he met mum."

"Yes Penny, and I'm sure he loved his first wife, and he loves your mother. But being married had nothing to do with it." I squeezed her shoulder, and added "Also, let's be honest, your parents are even more old fashioned than mine - not just because they are older, but he was an army officer, and she's a teacher."

"True." She smiled wickedly "and he is still a good shot, so he had better not find out, or you'll have to run a good zig zag."

"True. But the point is that we don't think what we are doing is wrong, but Penny love, if you don't want to stay I can run you home.  It really is fine. We would like you to stay of course. Love you to stay, love you to stay and make love with us. Because we love you. Both of us."

Jill chimed in "Honestly darling, I know how difficult it is. But I know how beautiful it is as well. I'd like you to stay. But if you can't it is ok.  But if you can, then, well. I'll make you a deal. If after the weekend you decide that this was enough, that Sean is out of your system, I will help you get any boy you want. And if it isn't enough, I'll carry on with the sharing plan, until you fall for someone else. As long as Sean agrees. I want you to be happy, whatever you decide."

"I don't want to hurt you two. And I don't want to get hurt. I don't know what to do." Penny said nearly in tears. 

Jill hugged her. She drew her into her arms and brought her head onto her shoulder. I rubbed her back a little, and we both tried to reassure her. Then Jill kissed her shoulder, and then her neck, and Penny's head came up, and she looked at Jill and said "You love me?"

"Yes." Jill said, and they kissed. It was soft and sweet, friends and lovers, teenage romance multiplied. Gradually I saw both were getting turned on, the kiss became intense, and when they stopped to breathe both were flushed with passion. 

"Phew." Penny breathed deeply. "Okay. Okay, I think I need Sean to answer a couple of questions now. But thank you darling. Thank you." She kissed Jill with a quick peck on the lips and turned to me. She smiled, but then looked serious as she took another deep breath. 

"Okay, Sean. If I stay this weekend and you drop me home tomorrow night, what would you do if I say then that I don't want to do this again. That I don't want to kiss you, or, or, anything else, ever again. That I want a boy of my own, and to be faithful to him. So you could never kiss me again?"

I answered without hesitation. "I would respect that, and understand it. And I would cherish the memory of the kisses we had shared, but it wouldn't change my friendship for you."

Penny followed up instantly. "What if I said that I needed not to see you. I have a crush on you. I know it. If I am to find another boy and fall in love and be his alone, maybe I shouldn't see you again, even socially, for a while. Months. A year maybe. Maybe forever  How would that be for you?"

I hesitated this time. Other life memories of a past separation from Penny flooded me. I knew exactly how it would be for me.  "I can see that might be one way to go. And if you felt that it was the right way, the only way, then I would try to help you to do that. But I have to say I am sure it would be hard for me. I would miss you. I would wonder how you were. I would wish I could see you, just to know you were alright, and I would think of you often.  And I would be happy to see you again even years later, and I would always be here to help you if you needed me."

Penny's eyes were shining, "Oh Sean. That's lovely."

"Actually, that's love, darling," said Jill and she smiled at me, and touched my face. 

Penny pulled her shoulders back, a gesture of resolution that I recognised. I knew she had made her mind up to stay, and my heart lifted. The fact that her movement also exposed one nipple from beneath the duvet also helped. 

"Okay. One last thing. I have decided to stay today, and, and I want to make love with both of you again. But I need to know something. When Jill kissed me I got, well, a bit hot and bothered. Now it was very nice. And I liked it. And I'm beginning to think that I don't care what the girls in school say about girls who do that together. But I am still a bit worried about it, because it is a bit, a bit, queer. So I want to try something. Jill would you mind if Sean, by himself, played with me?  So I know it is not you that is turning me on?  So I know it is not that I'm a lezzie?"

Jill laughed. "Neither of us are lesbians darling, we both enjoy boys too much. You had a lovely time with Mike, and you fancy Sean, you aren't a lez."

"But, well, I broke with Mike because, well because I wasn't sure it was him that made me come. I didn't think he loved me. He didn't make me feel loved, and I didn't feel able to be with him and so vulnerable and, naked, with him. It was because you were there, looking after me. And looking at me. And I could look at you, and Sean. It was hearing and seeing you that made me come. And just there now, well if Sean hadn't arrived, I would have come with you alone. I did, I think. Now if that is the way it is, if that's what I am, well, I suppose that's what I have to be. But I want to know. I know it's a lot to ask, and I think you guys should talk about it, and I really have to go to the loo, so you can call me when you have thought about it. And if you don't want to, well that's ok. I'll stay with you both. For the weekend."

Jill said "Ok honey, but be quick because I need to pee too, and we won't need to talk for long"

"Well?" I said when we had both watched Penny's naked body cross the room and the door closed. 

"No problem." said Jill. "It's half eleven now, I'll make lunch for one o'clock. That should be time enough to convince her." 

"You sure?" I said

"Darling, we are talking about inviting her to live with us. I don't imagine that you two would not end up alone and horny and naked on a regular basis. And sometimes I would have her alone too. Nearly happened this morning, and I'll tell you all about that later, but now, just one thing. Have fun, but don't take her. Not without me. I want to be there when you take our girlfriend's virginity. I want to hold your cock and put it in her. Okay?"

"Of course. But I don't think that will be on the cards anyway. She has a big hangup about being a virgin, she'll not go for that yet."

Jill looked askance at me. "Lover, my dear and wonderful lover, you weave your magic and she'll be on her back with her legs open and your cock rubbing her slit in ten minutes tops. Yes, she is protective of her virginity, but two seconds after you popped your cock in her she'd be grabbing your back and bucking her hips like I want to be doing right now. So just remember that.  I want you to take me, this afternoon, and again tonight, and again tomorrow. So she can wait. Ok?"

"Ok. No cock in pussy. No problem."

"Ok, now kiss me, and then I'm off to the loo, and I'll send her in."

I kissed her and told her I loved her and she slipped away, lithe and pale, smiling and blowing me a kiss at the door. 

A minute later the door opened again, and Penny stepped in. 

Penny stood by the door, naked, nervous, nipples erect. I was under the duvet, smiling at her. I lifted it back beside me and said "You'll get cold over there."

She smiled and came over to me. I admired her as she walked towards me, all over tan, dark bush and head of tousled hair, lips full and dark, nipples brown and crinkled, limbs smooth and graceful. She slipped into bed beside me, and said "Thank you Sean" and she kissed me. 

I tried to take it slow, and spent time exploring her. It was familiar in my memory, and I knew so well how she tasted and smelled and felt in my arms. Jill had been right. I could so easily have slipped into the habit of old and taken her there and then, and she would have let me without knowing what I was doing until it was done. As it was the experience was strange. I had loved and made love with this girl a thousand times, and the last time nearly thirty years ago she was skinnier, twenty five, had multiple piercings, tattoos and her hair was suede short, with a collar round her neck and a butt plug inserted by her mistress that I was not permitted to remove. That image  momentarily overlaid the cuddly eighteen year old bundle of fun I was kissing, and shocked me for a second. I shook those memories away, and let myself discover this Penny. It was in any case a new experience. In my old life she was nineteen, nearly twenty, when I first had her naked in bed. 

Penny was warm and soft. She was shorter than Jill and her curves were more emphatic. Her darker colouring, and her different scent, the texture of her skin, all was delightfully different. I ran my hand down her back, and pulled her body to me. She smiled as she kissed me, and murmured "That didn't take long."

I mumbled back "Just pleased to see you" as I pushed my hard cock against her thigh.  

"Would you like me to suck it again?"

"Later. If you like. But just now I just want this." I said and pulled her harder to me. One hand in her hair, one on her hip, then on her bottom, grasping her cheek and pulling her over on top of me, as I took her mouth with mine. 

I released her hair and sought for her breasts, she lifted to let me feel them, and my other hand slid round to her bush. She spread her legs for me, and I sank a finger in her slit, as she reached for my cock and her tongue probed for mine.  

I did everything I could to turn her on, ninety percent of which was just going with the flow, listening to her body, her breathing and her words. We rolled over, me on top, her legs round mine, pussy spread by my cock lying along it, and I rode her gently, touching and kissing all I could reach, complimenting her on her skin, her smell, her taste, her exquisite breasts, the sexy tuft of down in her armpit, the depths of her hazel eyes. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 06



Her voice was dark and heavy, and I made her speak, made her tell me what she felt, what she wanted, made her use words she had avoided. I drove her to beg me to make her come, to finger her pussy, to suck her tits, to let her suck my cock, lick my balls, come on her tits, come in her mouth, wank me, give me her fingers and tongue in my mouth, to lick her pussy, to let her breathe. 

She came with me on top, and pushed me on my back and rode me frantically afterwards, to a second orgasm. She moved to a sixty nine, and then down to curl around me to concentrate on my pleasure. She wanked me between her breasts, and made me come in her mouth again. 

I pulled her to me and and kissed her, and told her truthfully that she was really rather good at that. She laughed and said she had a good teacher. I rolled her on her back again and after quickly ravishing her breasts I once more licked her pussy and fingered her. She came, for the fifth time that morning, and lay in a tangled heap of perspiration and the rumpled under-sheet. I curled around her, and said "How are you doing, my lovely?"

"Very well, my love." She murmured and snuggled to me. 

Jill knocked the door a while later. She had her dressing gown, a tray and a smile. Penny sat up, hair everywhere, and lazily smiled back, and reached for her friend. Jill put the tray on a stool beside the dressing table and went to her. "Hey honey, are you alright?"

Penny hugged her, and kissed her and said "I'm more than alright. And I'm not totally a lezzie. And I think I love both of you. And that's complicated but I don't care. I'm happy. Thank you, thank you so much.  But I think I might have broken Sean."

"Feed me..." I croaked feebly 

We made the bed and ate the sandwiches and drank the juice and shared the fruit Jill brought, and Penny talked more about her fears and hopes and we shared our thoughts. We talked for hours, coffees were drunk, secrets shared. 

Penny talked about what happened that morning before I arrived. The girls had talked last night about what we had done, and what they wanted to do. They decided that they would have showers, dry their hair, do their make- up and get dressed in skirts and stockings and blouses and nothing else. A plan of which I heartily approved, but the plan went awry. 

They had got as far as the make-up table when Jill went to put lipstick on Penny, and ended up kissing her instead. They were just in dressing gowns, and as Penny put it "Things got out of hand."

They had been nude, kissing, getting all worked up, when the bell rang, and Jill came down to greet me. Jill shrugged. "Well you've been nude in bed with her. How could I resist?"

"Hey, I'm not complaining. You two are beautiful together." I said “And you know you never need to apologise and you certainly don't need my permission to make love with Penny.”

Jill kissed me, and Penny said “Oh that's sweet.  Its just what she said.”

I asked her what she meant and Penny added "When I went to the bathroom earlier, and you two were talking. Jill came to me and said it was ok; and I said 'I'm sorry I know it is a lot to ask' and she said 'Someone I love never needs to apologise for wanting to make love to someone I love, and you Penny dear, never need my permission and nor does Sean.' "

I kissed Jill, and said "Have I told you recently how wonderful you are?"

"No."

"Very. Thank you." I turned to Penny. "So, after all that, honest now, when we made love this morning, just the two of us, did you miss her?  I won't be offended if you say yes."

"And I won't mind if you say no - he is rather good at making me forget everything in the world when he puts his mind and mouth to it." said Jill. 

Penny said "Yes and no. I did think of you Jill darling, and that thought did turn me on. But Sean turned me on. Lots. I'm pretty sure I'm not queer, just hooked on you two. No definitely not queer, because I keep thinking of your cock."

"Hmm, intriguing," said Jill "I think that's the first time you have used that word so casually, but more importantly, what are you thinking about?"

Penny blushed. "Sucking it. Watching you suck it." She dropped her head "How big it is.  I know that, well I know how babies are made and I can't help wondering how that would fit, when your finger seems to be so big in me."

Jill nodded "I understand that. I used to be worried about that too, and worried that it would hurt. But it doesn't. It feels wonderful.  Oh it was a bit uncomfortable for a while, the first time, but Sean was very gentle, and really it was so good I came the first time, and every time."

Penny was stunned "You. You've done that?"

"Yes darling. Lots. But not enough." Jill smiled. 

Penny looked at me and I nodded, she looked back at Jill. "You never told me."

Jill took her hand "I never told anyone. It was special, private, just between us as lovers. It was our shared secret. So you are now the first and only one I've told, because you have joined us, and because I wanted you to know, and because I want to do it again this afternoon, or tonight, or tomorrow, and I don't want you to be shocked."

"But, that means you're not a virgin." Penny said with serious tones. 

"Yes Penny. And I don't care. And it doesn't matter." Jill said. 

"But now you can't get married. Unless you marry Sean. In fact you have to marry him!" Penny said.

Jill laughed. "We are in the 1980's darling. If I meet another guy and he falls in love with me he will still want to marry me. And if he didn't because I have made love with Sean, I'd certainly not love him. And I don't have to marry Sean. Although I'd like to." She took my hand and squeezed it. 

I kissed her hand, and said "Thank you. Looking forward to it."

Penny was flabbergasted once more. "Are you two engaged?  And you didn't tell me!"

"No, we are not engaged." said Jill.

"But we have talked about it." I said "And we agreed that we need to take our time, so I'm not allowed to ask her again until next Valentines day."

"Again?  You asked her already and she said no? And you didn't tell me!" Penny was almost outraged. 

"Darling, I didn't say 'No'. We talked about it and agreed that right now we would get married, because right now we are quite insanely in love" said Jill, and I kissed her hand again as she smiled at me. "And we are both grown up enough to know that we aren't grown up enough to make that wild decision. So we agreed to wait a year and talk about it then. And if our feelings change, then they change, but for now, they haven't."

"You could have told me anyway." said Penny, a little petulantly

"Darling I couldn't. You would have thought I was being daft. Like that girl Fiona, Shauna's friend, how many boyfriends has she had?  Four? And she claims to have been engaged to three of them?  Okay, one got bullied into buying her a cheap ring, but really, it's pathetic."

"I suppose so. Actually, truth be told, and no offence meant, but you have only been going out for what, a month?  Even though I know how good you are together, and how good he is in bed, it does still seem a bit quick."

I laughed "Why thank you Penny, for the compliment. And yes, it has been very fast, and took us by surprise, which is why aren't talking about it to anyone else, except you, and why we aren't making any decisions for a year."

Jill smiled. "And as for how good he is in bed, darling, you ain't seen nothin' yet.  We have been holding back, because we didn't want to scare you. But now you know, and I am terribly horny. So would you mind if we didn't hold back next time?"

“You mean, do that?  Let him do that to you? Now?” said Penny, a little dubiously.

“Penny dear, I don't 'let him do it to me.' We do it together. It is something I do, I take him inside me, I hold him, I, well, I love him. And I love doing it.  As for 'Now', well actually, that would be nice, if Sean has recovered.  I spent an hour and a half not in this bed  this morning, and discovered something interesting.  You two could be heard from every room in the house. Now this is all good to know, because it means if I ever have one or both of you in the house with my parents about I know that even if they are watching a movie we still can't make any noise. However, it also made me extremely horny, and I'm still horny.  So yes, now would be nice.”

Penny said, “Oh Jill, I've been so selfish!” and reached out to touch her arm.  

Jill extended her hand and brought her into an embrace, saying “No, no, dear, I didn't mean it to sound like that. It was just that I was imagining all the things you were doing, and well, you can imagine how that felt.”

“Still, it was selfish, even if I thought I needed to do it, but its ok, I'll take the lunch things away and wash up and leave you two in peace now.” Penny said, still apologetic

“Penelope Miranda Harty, don't you dare!  You are to stay right here and make love to me, since you got me all horny! I don't just want Sean to jump on me, I want you both to share me, and to share you both.” Jill said, sternly at first, then gentling. “I want to kiss you darling Penny when I come.”

Penny was suddenly blushing, suddenly turned on.  She said “Oh!” and then joined to Jill's lips and the two fell back on the bed in an instantly passionate moment.  The kiss, and the embrace, a full body hug with legs entwined, went on for half a minute, and Jill was breathless when she broke it.  

Penny said “Oh Jill. I want to make love to you.  And I want to see you with Sean. Can I really stay here?”

“Of course darling.” said Jill

“Actually, I was thinking we shouldn't stay here.” I said, and both girls looked up at me in confused shock. “This bed really isn't big enough. Isn't there a double in the spare room?”

Jill laughed.  “Oh, yes, but it needs made up.” 

In moments the three of us had raided the hot-press, and turned down the bed, but then it turned out that all of us needed the toilet, and really we should take the opportunity to wash the relevant bits, which in Penny's case, after the sweat inducing session earlier, was really everywhere.  So we bunged her into the shower cubicle while I went to the loo and Jill got towels.  And then inevitably we all ended up in the shower with her.

It was crowded, soapy, slippery, squirmy, very good fun. Good cleaning fun.  Jill made sure Penny washed my cock and balls, although she soaped my bottom and spent a little time on my ass herself.  I washed Jill's pussy and ass, returning the compliment of rubbing a slippery finger over her opening, and she squirmed nicely.  Jill did the same to Penny, who made a small sound of surprise, and Jill grinned, saying “Got to be clean all over, dear.”  I got to soap up both girls breasts, and got them to stand back to back so I could feel them both up and slip my cock between their soapy bottoms.  But we all knew that there was another agenda, and that the bed awaited us.

Back in the spare bedroom with loads of towels, we finished drying each other off, and Jill dived under the duvet when Penny pronounced her finished. 

I was kneeling at Penny's feet, behind her, drying her calves and running a towel up between her thighs. I kissed her brown left buttock, and turned her to kiss the other cheek. She squealed delightfully, as my fingers brushed between her thighs and through her curls. 

I ran my other hand up her front, grasping her breast and squeezing it. Jill was watching us, smiling. I used my hands to push and pull Penny to bend over, her hands on the bed, Jill reaching to kiss her as I spread her legs and pressed my face between her thighs to lick her pussy from behind.   Penny gasped as my finger entered her again. 

Jill threw back the covers and took Penny's hand, directing to her pussy as she played with Penny's breasts with her other hand and mouth. 
With her own hand on top of Penny's, Jill pressed her finger down on the fingers below, and pushed them into herself. She made them move, rubbing her girlfriend's hand back and forth over herself, opening herself up, making Penny push two fingers deep, as I was swapping my left index finger for my right thumb. 

Penny was tight, even after the several times Jill and I had gently stretched her, but my thumb slid in, and I pressed my hand up into the cleft of her buttocks so my finger lay along it and pushed against her ass. I was watching Jill sucking Penny's right breast, and brought my other hand up to touch her cheek and slip the finger which I had just taken out of Penny into Jill's mouth to flick Penny's nipple as Jill sucked it. 

By now Penny had begun working her hand on Jill's pussy by herself, and so both Jill's hands were free. She moved them to Penny's hips and with my help shifted her over, lifting her leg and bringing her to kneel with one knee on the bed, over Jill's mouth. I pushed her down as I kissed her deeply, and swallowed her sigh as Jill's lips met her clitoris, and her slit was raked by Jill's probing tongue. I brought my hand up and slipped my wet thumb between my lips and Penny's, and into her mouth. Then I lifted Penny's hand and sucked her fingers, the ones that she had put in Jill earlier. 

"Lucky Jill," I said as Penny sucked on my thumb "She gets to taste your pussy directly, you only get it this way. But you could taste her pussy if you like," and I moved Penny's fingers to her lips. I kept eye contact with her as she tentatively licked them, and I  said "Tastes nice, yes?"

Penny nodded. "Why don't you try the real thing?" and I guided her down to Jill's open thighs, and watched her as she took her first taste of Jill's sweet juices straight from her hairy lips.   It was quite something to watch these two in a classic sixty nine, each opening the other up, spreading their lips and hips, licking with full tongues and slender fingers frigging clits and dipping deep. Each sighed and groaned and called each others names in joyous encouragement. I climbed onto the other side of the bed and moved from end to end of the pair, stroking thighs and buttocks and backs and breasts, arms and hands, hair and lips, kissing and fondling both of them. Jill whispered to me "Make her come first, then take me darling" so I concentrated on Penny, getting her onto her knees so I could kiss her lips and taste Jill on her mouth, rub her clit as I felt Jill licking it, and squeeze her breast and pinch her nipple. Her cries rose in pitch and volume, and I frigged her fast, sucking at her neck and throat and urging her to come. 

She did as she was told, and I kissed her deeply as I grasped her breasts and Jill pulled hard onto her mouth to lap her pussy as the juices flowed. She fell half senseless to the side, sprawled across the bed, arms and legs spread limply. Jill was rolled over and up on her hands and knees in a second, spinning round and climbing on top of Penny, kissing a nipple on the way past, going for her mouth, sharing the taste of Penny's come with her. She had one knee between Penny's legs, high up against her pussy, and the other spread wide to the side, so her bottom was in the air and her pussy was exposed, pointing right at me. I took the hint, and took her from behind. 

She was so wet and slippery that my cock sank in without any resistance. I was balls deep and gripping her hips to pull her back to me on the first stroke. We both made little noises as I hit her beautiful rounded bottom with my stomach, and she clenched my cock. 

With her lips touching Penny's I heard her say "Oh god. Oh lover. Oh I love that" as I took my first three stokes. 

Penny replied "Jill my love, thank you." and kissed her deeply. 

I smiled, knowing Penny hadn't realised what was happening.  The girls kept kissing and I felt fingers touch my shaft as I slid it back. The touch was withdrawn, and came back again more certainly as I pushed back in. The fingers moved from Jill's flesh entirely to mine, exploring the connection between my shaft and her sheath. The fingers suddenly withdrew again. 

"Oh." said Penny "That's Sean. Inside you."

"Yes love, but please don't take your hand away, it is lovely too." Said Jill throatily. 

The fingers came back but Penny said "But isn't it in the wrong way?"

I almost laughed, but Jill said "No, Penny darling, it's in exactly the right place."

"But I thought you had to be on your back, with him on top?" said Penny, 

"That's one way, but this way is nice too, especially with your fingers there.". Said Jill. "In fact if you rub me a little more I might come very soon darling"

I like seeing the face of the girl I'm making love to, especially when they come, so I don't often spend so long taking a girl from behind, but this was an exceptional event, and Jill's little round bottom was  an exceptional ass to ride. I held her by both cheeks and pulled them open to let me penetrate her deeply, an also to expose her ass-hole, heightening her sense of naughtiness and vulnerability, which in turn heightened her sense of being loved and cared for, and the freedom of that  ultimate nakedness.  

I could feel Penny rubbing Jill's inner and outer lips, and dragging some of the wetness that my cock was drawing from her to lubricate her clitoris. She began frigging her in double time to my strokes, and Jill's breathing rapidly became fast and shallow and then more restricted and punctuated by moans. Her pussy tightened and I felt her come. I pushed deep into her, feeling her clench and pulse around my shaft and hearing her cry out. She pushed back against me, and her bottom moved up an down in spasms so I began shafting her again, and she arched her back. She pushed up on her arms, and I could see Penny below, one hand on her breasts, the other frigging her again, saying "Come on, come on Jill, come for us!"

I love the sound she made, a deep roar, and a series of higher pitched yelps, each simultaneous with the pulsing of her body.  She pushed her self back against me with each yelp, and then with a final groan slumped forward, pulling off me, and falling onto Penny, who hugged her and kissed her and wrapped her legs around her. 

I lay down beside them, and Jill kissed Penny and then me. I hugged them both, and kissed Penny as well, and pulled the duvet over us all. 

I thought Jill and Penny might need a rest, but quickly found they were happy to carry on kissing each other and me, and then to bring me into their joint embrace. I found myself in the midst of four arms, four legs, four breasts and nipples, four hands that smoothed over my body, stroked my cock and balls and bottom, my nipples and chest, my head and arms. Mouths found my fingers and wrists and the tendons inside my elbows, nipples and navel, knees and shockingly toes. Each kissed my cock, sucked me, licked my balls, kissed my inner thighs.  They pressed their tits to my mouth, my hands, around my cock. They placed my hands on their pussies, their tits their asses.  

I wasn't always sure who was touching me, or who I touched. I'm pretty sure it was Jill who pressed her finger to my ass-hole, and Penny who put her wet fingers in my mouth, although I don't know if the sweet musk on them came from her or Jill. I know it was Jill whose head I held while I slowly shafted her mouth, because Penny was rubbing her nipples across my mouth at the time. And when Jill came up to kiss me she had both hands on my face, so it had to be Penny stroking my cock. 

Jill drew away from my face while still holding my head and looked into my eyes with smiling face. "Hey handsome man, how you doin?"

"Hi beautiful woman, doing fine. You?"

"I want you. Take me again, Sean. Make me your woman." Jill breathed to me. 

Penny was stroking my cock and holding my balls, and when I drew back the cover I saw that her head was resting on Jill's thigh, and she was lazily licking at the open pussy infront of her. She stopped, and looked up at me, smiling naughtily. "Sorry to interrupt, Penny darling, but would you mind putting my cock in Jill's pussy?"




If I Knew Then... Ch. 06



"Oh, okay." said Penny a little wide eyed. 

I let her move around and swung my leg over her head, as Jill rolled onto her back. I knelt between her open legs, and looked down on her naked body. It was hard to believe that this slim and soft girl was waiting for me to enter her, that her pretty pink pussy with its fringe of soft brown could open to my cock, and take the hardest thrusts and deepest pushes.  Face of an angel, voice of a lady, body of a Boucher painting, flushed with desire and ready for love 

Penny was at her side and Jill stroked her hair as moved forward and Penny took my cock in her hand. "Thank you Penny, now can you rub it up and down her slit?" I asked. 

"Oh, Penny, that’s nice." Jill crooned as Penny used my cock to open her lips and spread her wetness around. 

I saw Penny flash a smile, before returning to look with serious concentration at what she was doing. 

I pushed forward a little when she pushed me down to the bottom of Jill's pussy lips, and felt my tip start to enter her. Penny's face was only a few inches away, and she made a little sound of surprise as she saw the way her friend opened up. Jill sighed, and I pushed an inch deeper. "Oh, thank you Penny." said Jill. 

Penny watched, fascinated, and Jill opened her legs a little wider. I rested a moment, admiring her, and caught her eye. I smiled and raised an eyebrow, and she nodded and mouthed "Oh yeah". She lifted her legs wider, and said "Penny, pull my pussy lips open."

I pulled back as Penny had to shift position to reach, and took a moment to work out what to do. Then I plunged deep into Jill, all the way down until I met Penny's fingers. Both girls emitted noises, Jill a throaty sigh of pleasure, Penny a cheep of surprise. Jill lifted her legs right up, knees on a level with her chest but spread wide, feet straight at the ceiling, and I settled deeper inside her. It was my turn to sigh, and I leaned forward to kiss Jill, letting all my weight focus on her pussy. 

"I missed you." she murmured. 

"I love you.  And it's good to be back." I said

"I want to talk to Penny, lover, can you hold off a while? I want her to know what to expect." Jill said, her voice dark and soft, full of desire. 

I wanted just to revel in her, ravish her, take her wildly, but I understood. "I'll do my best to resist."

Penny was kneeling beside us then, one hand on her mouth, the other forgotten on Jill's thigh, as she stared at our conjoined bodies. Jill called to her, and she answered as if she was somewhere else. 

"Penny love, can you see if Sean lifts up?" said Jill. 

"Yes. I can see. Oh my goodness. All that was inside you! Oh lord, where does it go?" Penny sounded curious, almost scared but excited above all. 

"How does it look  if you move between my legs?" said Jill.  

Penny shifted and I took another couple of strokes, smiling at Jill as the little voice behind us said "Oh, that's, that's rude!"

"What do you mean?" said Jill, almost laughing. 

"I can see your bottom. You know. Below your pussy. Well not now, Sean's balls are in the way. Oh, and when he pulls up, I can see his! But I can see your pussy too, and his shaft going in. Oh when he pulls up your lips pull up with him, stuck to him!"

"Yes, Penny, and it feels lovely." said Jill, looking at me. "I'm going to put my legs down now, it changes the angle. Can you see anything now Penny?"

"Not really, just Sean's bum." she said, and sounded a little disappointed. I took a few strokes and Penny said "It is a nice bum though." 

Jill laughed, and said "Come here and lie beside me, love." Penny snuggled down by her, and I felt her knee touch my side, as she wrapped her leg over Jills. I realised her pussy must be against Jills thigh, and the knowledge made my cock twitch. Penny wasn't just observing, she was turned on and joining in. Jill had put her arm beneath Penny, and drew her to kiss her, a friendly kiss with a little added passion. Then she got her to arrange a pillow so both of them had their heads at the same height. I kissed Penny as well. 

Then Jill said to me "Okay Sean, I want you to come. I'll come too, before or after, or at the same time, but don't worry about that. I want you to take me, love. Take me and come in me. I want Penny to see what it is like when you let go.  And Penny darling, I want you to know that I want this. I love this. And we love you, and want you to share this with us. If there is anything you want to do, please do it. And, oh..." 

I silenced her by thrusting into her, and her head snapped back. I dropped on top of her, put my hands under her, pushing up to take her shoulders, feeling Penny's tits against my arm, and pulling Jill down against my upward thrusting hips. "Oh.." she said again, and I took her mouth with mine,  and we were lost in each other. 

I needed her, I needed to be in her, and touch her and clasp her and grasp her, to plunge into her I've and over again, to taste her mouth and neck and nipples and shoulders and ears and eyes and hair, to grip her breasts and buttocks and thighs and arms, to steal her breath with my tongue. I made her cry out, and I grunted my desire and my love and my rough reverence for her. I pounded her body hard, fast deep, long, and she pulled me to her, begging me and thanking me, and writhing beneath me. I felt her thighs and breasts rubbing against me, her hands on my back, gripping my buttocks, digging into my hair and gripping my waist.  And all the time beside us was Penny, wide eyed, and silent. 

Then Jill started to come. I had done as she asked, taking my pleasure, timing and pacing and force dictated by my hips, my balls and burning lungs and thighs, and she had thrust back and joined in my race to come in her, to fill her with myself, my essence, my seed. She was a willing vessel, desirous of me, wanting my come, and driven to climax by the relentless cock that drove into her with love and lust and wanton abandon. 

As she was about to come she looked at me and then Penny in wild eyed joy and said "I'm coming"

I grunted "Kiss her" at both girls equally, and fell to sucking hard on Jill's breast as she bucked her hips up to me. 

Beside my face was Penny's brown nipple, and I turned to suck it as well, causing her to cry out in surprise, I moved up and kissed her shocked face, and turned to Jill who was starting to come down from her organic high, and I growled as I crushed her lips and began to speed up my hips. 

I locked my hands on her shoulders, and arched up, driving fast and hard, forcing gasps from her body with every stroke, sucking huge breaths and pushing the pressure down through my body into my balls as they slapped against Jill's ass. Faster, harder, her slick wet pussy making noises, our sweat soaked flesh slapping together, grunting and grimacing, and crying out 'Oh Jill, oh god, oh darling, oh I'm going to come in you, oh darling!" 

After those few brief moments of climax, my body in tension, the world reduced to my cock and balls and her enveloping pussy, I fell upon her and into her arms and legs and her sweet tits and her open mouth, and I whispered my love, and our kisses went on for a soft eternity, until oxygen starvation threw me off her onto my back and I lay gasping and calling on God. 

I held her hand as she lay beside me, and I heard her murmur to Penny. "You alright Penny dear?  We didn't scare you did we?"

"Oh no, that was, it was beautiful."

Jill said "Penny darling, would you like a treat? I usually do this, and I really like it, but maybe you would like to suck Sean's cock now."

"Oh. Okay." said Penny brightly.

Penny ended up kneeling between us down around our knees, and gave me a wicked flashing smile as she leaned down to kiss my now flaccid cock. "Oh the poor thing, it's all small and curled up!" she said, and took the whole of my cock in her mouth. She sucked it and I felt her tongue rasping over it, and then she popped it out and licked down the slightly hardening shaft to my balls. 

I reached down and brushed her hair aside so I could see her better, and she looked up at me and winked. It was a wicked look. A wanton look. "Thank you Penny. That was lovely."

"Mmm, my pleasure. Jill was right it is a tasty treat. I'm amazed, but in one morning I'm convinced, I love the taste of your come."

I laughed. I knew she would like it. I knew she would be an enthusiastic cock sucker. But I was also exhausted, so I said "I'm glad you like it, but that poor thing needs a while to recover. It is going to be an few hours before I can come again. Still, if you liked the taste of my cock now, there is plenty more where it came from. Or came in. Try licking Jill's pussy."

Penny looked up at me, a tiny hesitation on her face, as well as desire and knowing naughtiness. She needed a push, permission to be bad. I gave it. "Go on Penny, lick my come out of her. Lick Jill's pussy clean."

Jill chimed in with "Oh, yes please, come on lover, taste our man's come in me."

I rolled on my side to get a better view and held Jill's hand as I watched her loving girlfriend dip her tongue in the sweet and salty sticky, slippery, most intimate folds of her body. Jill lifted a leg and hooked her heel behind my knees, and raised the other one wide, giving Penny access to all of her pussy, and more. "Oh Penny darling, I can feel it running down out of me, catch it before it gets on the bed. Oh yes, oh lower, oh yes lick me there, oh that's lovely. Oh yes, up and down, oh  yes girl you're good at that."

Jill subsided into a series of sighs and moans, and Penny slowly wound down her activities, eventually sitting up on her heels with a grin, licking her lips theatrically, and saying "Mmmm," with a wicked look. She knew she was being bad, and it felt good. 

Jill beckoned her to lie between us, and we both lay on our sides, facing each other across Penny's naked body, taking turns to kiss her and thank her and trace a line or curve or two with a finger on her soft skin. Jill wanted to know that Penny was okay about what we had just done, and if she had any questions. 

Penny said "It was lovely to watch. And very exciting. When Sean got close to coming I was amazed at how hard he was pushing into you, I mean he was bouncing his whole body on you. And then when he came, oh, I nearly cried. He was so gentle, you two were so, I don't know how to put it, so together. I was embarrassed, I thought it was so private and intimate I shouldn't look.  No, no it's okay, I didn't feel bad about it, it was just, well just beautiful. It was a privilege to see that. I, I understand now why you would do it."

"I'm glad Penny" I said "because I was worried I might have scared you. I know it looks rough, but I'd never hurt Jill, you know."

"Oh I know, and well, yes it was a bit scary. I mean, at first when I was looking at your cock going inside her, I couldn't believe it fitted, and it didn't hurt, but Jill was enjoying it, obviously, and I thought about your finger in me, and I like the way that feels. So I can imagine how it would be." 

Jill smiled an said "No honey, you can't. It is way better than a finger. You know how it feels when you play with yourself, and put your finger in you?" 

"No." said Penny simply. "I don't do that."

Jill boggled. I laughed gently at her expression, and saw Penny blush. "Sorry darling, I didn't mean to embarrass you, I was laughing at the look on Jill's face."

"You mean you don't put a finger in, or do you mean you don't play with yourself?" asked Jill. 

Penny's blush deepened. "I only ever, well, played with myself a couple of times using my hand, until about a week ago. When Mike made me come.  I hadn't come before, ever. I nearly did, when I was in the bath and I was rinsing myself with the shower. I used to do that every now and then, because it felt nice, but I knew it was wrong. I mean, I thought then that it was wrong. Only dirty girls would do that."

"But you don't think it is wrong now?" asked Jill

"No. Well, not really. You see I got scared when it started to feel too good. I didn't understand. But when Mike made me come, well then I knew what it was. And I was in the bath that night, and I did it, with the shower head.  And then I had a bath a couple of nights later, and I had an idea. I got the mixer taps set so it was warm, and I got in the bath and moved myself under the flow from the tap."

Jill wriggled. "Mmm, I'll have to try that. Although it would be difficult in our bath, the tap doesn't stick out very far."

Penny said matter of factly "Nor does mine, but if you lie on your back and scoot up to the end, with your feet up on the wall, it's easy."

"I should like to see that." I said. "No, seriously, that sounds very sexy to watch, you on your back with your legs open and the water splashing down on your pussy. Very sexy."

Jill giggled. "You know he could be right, not elegant, but yes, sexy. Especially If you came.  Did you come?"

Penny nodded. "Yes. And I've done it twice more since."

"But you have never fingered yourself?" said Jill. "I think you should try it now. Slip a finger into yourself."

"Now?"

"Right now, Penny. Put your finger in your pussy."

Penny reached down and touched her mound. She hesitated, and slid a finger towards the top of her slit, paused at the edge of the valley shaped fold in her flesh, and then pressed on and down. I sat up to get a better view, and helped her move her leg, lifting and bending her knee and splaying her. Her finger lay along the line of her lips, pressing the hair on each side down into her, pushing the outer lips open a little. 

Jill was still lying beside Penny talking to her, but she took a knee as well, drawing Penny's leg up, saying "There darling, now you can spread your pussy with the other hand, and get your finger in deeper, right inside."

Penny nodded at her, and looked at me. I smiled encouragingly, and watched as she pulled her pussy open with two fingers on her left hand, and let her right index finger run up and down the inner lips as she exposed them. She was glistening, pink, purple and brown, her dark hair and honey toned thighs framing her mouthwatering inner folds. 

I saw her penetrate herself, and take a short stroke or two with her finger tip before she pushed further in. She lifted her legs higher an sank the digit in fully. "How does that feel?" I asked. "It looks very pretty."

"Nice." said Penny. "but not as nice as when you do it, or you Jill."

"Exactly," said Jill, "although it is nice. Having Sean's finger, or mine, in you is different. Having something else in you is different again. And I think a tongue is really different. Yes?"

"Yes," said Penny, as she pulled her finger out, and dropped her legs. "Tongues are lovely. Not nicer, exactly, I mean sometimes they are, but fingers are just as good."

Jill said "Agreed. Well, I think that while they are all wonderful, and I love it when you lick me and finger me, having Sean's cock in me is different again, and the most wonderful of all. Although I didn't say to you to stop fingering yourself. Go on, use your fingers to rub your clit.  Go on Penny, rub your clit. Sean likes to watch girls rub themselves, don't you darling?"

"Pretty girls, playing with pretty pussies, are lovely to see. And yours is a very pretty pussy, pretty Penny." I said. "So please, do play with yourself for me."

Penny's hand began to move again, finger tip in the top of her slit, pressing her clitoris from above. Jill said "You should play with your tits as well. If you rub your nipples they crinkle up just like when someone sucks them. It isn't as nice as being sucked, but it like doing it when I rub myself off at night going to sleep."

"Do you do that every night?" I asked. 

"Not every night. But most nights." she said. 

"Hmm," I said "I'll remember that when I'm in bed, I'll think of you like that."

"And maybe wank yourself?" said Jill, "We should arrange a time, when we will all be in our homes in bed alone, an all three of us can do it, and think of the others,all doing it as well." She shuddered, and said "But that is getting away from the point. I was telling Penny how wonderful it is to have your cock inside me, and teaching her how to wank herself, so don't interrupt. Now Penny, try rubbing two fingers up and down your slit, one on each side between the inner and outer lips. You know what I mean?". 

"Oh, yes, oh that's nice!"

"Good. When Sean's cock pulls out it draws my inner lips up with it, and then he pushes down and they are pressed all round. But the best bit about it is that I feel naked. More naked than ever. You can feel it a bit now, he's looking at your pussy, looking at your open legs and your naked tits and you're showing yourself to him, but when he's inside you, then you are more open, more with him, more his than ever. Utterly naked, not even air between you, exposed to him, and he is in you, not just his cock, but him, Sean, all of him, opening you, possessing you, taking you, all you can give him of you, and he gives you all of him. Can you imagine that? Think about that while you stroke yourself, Penny,"

"And vary the stroke, faster or slower, try faster, nice yes? Oh now your getting there. Ok now we've got the heart rate up, go slow. Slower. Slower. Leave a pause between. Try a pause then a fast stroke and then stop. Again. Now can you put your other hand down under your bottom, and reach a finger up to touch the lower part of your pussy?  Yes? Don't put it in yet. Try this, make your finger go round and round the opening, not in it. And do the same on your clitoris with the other hand."

Penny had to lift herself up on her feet, legs spread, to do as she was told, and I had a wonderful view of her opened up pussy being stretched and pulled in opposing directions by her hands. Her breathing was restricted by her posture, and she began to pant. She gave that little "Oh" sound that marked the transition from aroused to orgasmically charged. 

Jill said "Do it like his tongue, opening you up and getting you wet and slick for his cock to go in. Now rub up and down with those fingers, and the other hand, like you rubbed my pussy with Sean's cock, that's it. Now Penny, when you want, put your finger in your pussy. You might get two in, but keep rubbing your clit."

Penny went for it, dropping her bottom down, and pushing her middle and index fingers into herself from below. 

"Imagine Sean's cock honey, shafting you, in and out, all of him inside you, coming in you, coming on your pussy, pounding you deep and hard." 

I saw Penny pulse her fingers, curling them and flicking them straight inside herself, and her bottom clenched as she forced herself down on them. Her breathing was suddenly punctuated by a series of small cries, and her legs opened and closed. 

Before our eyes, untouched by either of us, the tanned form of the teenage girl became a house of pleasure and release. She came, loudly, tits bouncing, nipples dark and hard, fingers thrust deep in herself, clutching her pussy with both hands, legs jolting, and back arched. 

In the silent aftermath she lay panting with her arms at her sides and legs spread, and I wanted to take her right then. I could have climbed between her thighs and sunk my cock in her, and ravished her body, her mouth, her fabulous breasts, her glorious bush. I was sure that she would not have objected.  Jill was right, this girl was ready for it,  but even after that intensely erotic show my cock had still not recovered, I was semi hard, and could not have done justice to her. 

Jill kissed her, and said "You are beautiful Penny. Thank you for showing us that. I've done that for Sean, but I've never seen a girl do it, and now I know why he liked to watch me."

I settled down beside her again, and reached an arm over to pull Jill to me. We kissed across her body, and each then kissed her lips, and again wrapped her on our legs and arms.




If I Knew Then... Ch. 06



"Pretty Penny" I said "I will cherish that sight for the rest of my life. Thank you for sharing that with us."

"Oh, Sean, Jill, oh I need to get my breath back!"

I pulled the duvet up over us all, and snuggled down. Penny rolled on her side, facing Jill, and I spooned her. I think I fell asleep first, and I woke first as well. 

It was dark outside. I was hungry and thirsty and needed the loo, so I slipped out of bed and went to the bathroom. I must have woken Penny, because as I came back out she was
On the landing, wearing Jill's dressing gown and making the "shhh" gesture. 

She stepped up to me and put her arms round my neck, and lifted her face to kiss me. It was soft and warm and promised more. "Sean, are you staying tonight?" she murmured 

"If you want me to. Jill and I planned I would, but we wanted to be sure it was ok with you."

"Please do. Jill's asleep now let's not wake her yet, can you wait here until I get back?" she said, and turned towards the bathroom. 

"Ok, but be quick, it's cold out here."

Penny turned back to me and smiled. In a gesture I knew she would not have considered a day before she slipped the robe back off her shoulders, and off arm, sweeping it round her to hold out to me with the other hand. She was naked, perfect, a confident and stunning goddess, eighteen going on infinite, carnal sex incarnate. "Take this," she said. 

I looked her up and down, as I took the gown. "Later," I said "And I'm looking forward to it."

She giggled and turned on one foot, and wiggled a little as she stepped away. She was lucky not to be ravished on the landing carpet. 

I waited, not long, peeping through the half open bedroom door at my sleeping beauty. My fiancé, as I thought of her. It struck me. I really expected her to be my wife, and already thought of Jill in that way. And I now thought of Penny as my girlfriend. Our girlfriend. Our lover. Not 'Mistress' though. One thing Penny would never be was a mistress. 

She emerged from the bathroom looking radiant. Her hair was brushed, and she had a bounce to her step, which made various parts of her move in intriguing ways. She snuggled against me and said "It is cold, isn't it? How do we turn the heat on?"

"Keep rubbing against me like that and the heat will be turned on pretty soon." I said, quickly massaging her goose fleshed bum. 

She hit my arm, not very hard. "Down boy. I'm cold and starving, no more kerfuffling until I get fed."

I said "Kerfuffling? Good word."

"Chow mein, Spare ribs, Lemon Chicken: better words. Now go get your clothes and go get us a Chinese."

I looked at her, and re-assessed my earlier thought, in the light of refreshed memory. Not a Mistress unless hungry. Unfed = bossy. I had forgotten.

When I got back the girls were dressed, and they had things ready to eat with, and a glass of wine in their hands. I considered suggesting a game where we has to feed each other, but the way they both fell on the take away bag suggested I could lose a finger if I tried doing some flirtatious feeding. 

We all ate too much, drank just a little too much, and settled together on the sofa to watch some film. I can't remember it. I do remember that I was in the middle with a cuddly sex bomb on each side, both wearing short skirts and partially buttoned blouses, and nothing else. 

We drank two bottles between the three of us, and while I did enjoy a few passing caresses, an the girls brushed their cotton covered nipples against me, it was a relaxed atmosphere. So relaxed that Penny fell asleep. We woke her when the film ended, and took her to bed. I enjoyed helping her out of the skirt, and blouse, stripping her naked and kissing both nipples and her soft bush before drawing the cover over her. Jill got in the middle, I curled up to her. 

"I'm looking forward to waking up with you tomorrow" I said

"Hmm, me too, handsome man."



If I Knew Then... Ch. 07



If you had your life to live over, in the light of experience, would you change it?

But how much could you change, or would you? Other peoples' lives entwined with yours will change. And tiny changes can snowball in ways it is hard to predict. I wondered what would have happened if I had made just one choice - between two girls who came to a party, Penny and Jill, who I know now both fancied me then, and had both come to the party hoping to see me. 'Then', first time round, life version one, I picked Penny. My friend Len had got to Jill first. But 'now' I chose Jill. And everything was different. 

So three weeks later, after the application of all my lifetime of acquired wisdom and the confidence that goes with it (especially what I knew about Penny) I found myself in bed with both of them. Jill, the girl I chose at the party turned out to be an adventurous and playful lover, at ease with her sexuality, and attracted to Penny as well as me. Penny, who I knew from life version one was a submissive bi-sexual with strong voyeuristic and exhibitionist tendencies, had become her lover, and mine. 

Would I make that change if I had the chance? Hell yes!

Jill woke me with a kiss, and a soft "Good morning, handsome man."

"A very good morning, beautiful woman." I replied. "Indeed an excellent one."

"Shhh. She's still asleep." Jill whispered, "can you slip out so I can get out and go to the bathroom, please."

We both tiptoed out, and Jill flitted ahead of me to go to the loo. In a minute she called me in, and it was apparent that she was about to brush her teeth. "I'm sorry darling, but I need the loo too, would you mind?" I asked, meaning 'would you mind leaving.'

"Oh, no I don't mind," she said "In fact I've always wondered what it looks like when a boy does it," and she turned to watch. 

I've never been one to suffer stage fright, but it was disconcerting. However, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. 

More disconcerting was when she said "Oooh." and came over for a better look. She ended up about a foot away from me, and the expression on her face was pure fascination. "Wow." she said. "What does that feel like?" 

I laughed. "Well, I suppose it feels the same for girls, relief if your bladder is full, but, it doesn't feel like much really. I mean, it isn't like coming, if that's what you mean."

Jill shrugged "Yeah, I suppose it can't be that different from girls doing it. You must think I'm weird."

"No, not at all. Of course I've never seen a girl do it." I said "but, I'd be interested to see that."

She looked at me, a bit startled, and then smiled. "Okay. Next time."

We washed what needed washed and brushed what needed brushed, and headed back to the still sleeping Penny. 

She was snoring. Quite quietly. Jill said "Isn't she cute?" and I had to agree. 

We got back into bed, and cuddled and talked in quiet, intimate voices. We talked about school and parents, and my work on the MG and her driving lessons, and summer holidays. I realised it was the first time we had been alone to chat for days, and I was so happy just to talk with this wonderful woman. Then hunger started to make itself felt so I suggested we get up and make breakfast, but Jill didn't want Penny to wake up with no one there. 

"That's easily sorted then, wake her." I said. 

"No Sean, you wake her. I got the first kiss yesterday." she said, and slipped over me so I could move beside Penny. 

Of course for a moment I had her naked on top of me, which was a highly desirable occurrence, and both of us were tempted. Jill looked at me, and grinned, and said "Later, lover, breakfast first."

Penny was no longer snoring, but sleeping lightly, and I woke her by gently calling her name. She opened her eyes blearily and looked a little startled, and then grinned. "Oh, Hi Sean"

I kissed her, and she sleepily put an arm around my waist, rolling toward me. I kissed her a bit more. She slowly woke up, and the kiss lingered, and her embrace became more intense. She noticed my erection pressing against her thigh, and giggled. "Oh," she said "Hi, Sean."

"Good morning, Penny. Sleep well?" I asked.

"Good morning Penny, do I get a kiss?" Jill asked, popping her head up over my shoulder. 

"Yes, and yes." was Penny's reply. 

"Hmm, thank you," said Jill, "now Penny bathroom, Sean dress, I'll put the kettle and toast on, and come up, Sean can make tea and butter the toast while I dress, and we can be ready to go out in half an hour, just in time."

"Just in time for what?" I asked. 

"It's Sunday morning. What do you think? It's only a five minute walk to our church, so we won't need the car, and the fresh air will do us good. Come on, chop chop!" she said and sprang up to go to the kitchen. 

Penny and I looked at each other, speechless, and she was out of the door before we could comment. "Is she serious?" I asked 

"She sounded serious." said Penny. "Good job I brought good clothes. Although I'll have to borrow a hat."

"A hat? They do hats? I don't even have a jacket!" I said. 

We went to dress quickly. I hadn't reckoned on church, so the best I had was a pair of black cords, and a white shirt. I'd have to borrow a tie. 

I went to the kitchen, and took over, Jill promised me a tie and jacket from her father's wardrobe, and scurried off. I watched her lithe naked form as she hurried away, and thought about sitting next to her in church. Not the best morning I could plan, but it could be worse. 

A few minutes later the two girls appeared, with a jacket that was a bit short in the sleeves for me and a tie I would never have bought. 

Penny was in a knee length skirt and had a coat borrowed from Jill, all dark blue, with a matching hat, and gloves. Jill was holding a long grey coat, blue hat with a brim, white gloves, and was wearing a Sunday dress - pale blue with little flower motifs. Both had got flat but not high heeled shoes. They looked the picture of modesty. I smiled, and said they were both lovely. Toast and tea were consumed standing up as I tied the horrible tie and slipped on the jacket. 

"Not too bad," said Jill as she adjusted the collar, "just keep your arms down and don't stretch too much. Now come on, or we will be late."

We trooped into the hall where the girls put on their coats and hats, and adjusted them in front of the mirror. When they were happy the two turned to me and Penny said "How do we look? Suitably respectable?"

I smiled as I scanned them up and down. Penny was a very pretty girl, and the outfit was plain but subtly emphasised her blossoming womanhood. Jill would look good in a potato sack, so in that outfit she was stunning. Two tempting innocent nubiles. I whistled. "Utterly respectable, and utterly beautiful, and utterly tempting. Every man in the church will be thinking the same thing as me."

"And what is that?" asked Jill, playing coy. 

"I will be sitting beside you, wondering two things and wishing one. I will be wondering, are those: tights, or stockings? If the latter, what else, if anything, are you wearing underneath those oh so modest skirts? And I will be wishing I wasn't in church, because I would rather be in bed with you two. And I will bet that even the Minister will be having the same ideas."

"Oh dear," said Penny, "That would be very distracting. Would it help if I told you they are stockings, and yes, I have something else on, white lace with a little pink bow to match my bra and the suspender belt?"

"Oh. Yes. Although I'm not sure that makes it less distracting." I said, grinning. 

"And I'm not wearing stockings. Nor are they tights." said Jill. 

"Oh. So what are they?" I said. 

"Have a look." said Jill, an she lifted the front of her skirt, slowly drawing it up. As her long slim legs were revealed I could feel my cock rising in sympathy with the dress. The smooth hose gave way to an embroidered band of elasticated stocking, and then bare thigh, but no suspenders. "Hold ups." she said, and lifted her skirt higher. "And nothing else," she added, unnecessarily as my eyes opened wider at the sight of her fluffy brown vee. 

"Definitely not less distracting. Gorgeous, sexy, wonderful, beautiful, but definitely not less distracting."

"Oh dear," said Jill, "So if you come to Church with us you'll be sitting there thinking about how I look now, here in the hall with my pussy bare, just ready for you to put your cock in me and take me in my Sunday best, right here against the wall while Penny watches?"

I stepped up to her and took her in my arms, kissing her hard and deeply. My hand found the naked skin of her thighs, and they opened at my touch, my fingers running into her fine-haired bush, pressing open her soft lips, seeking the wet warm opening within, entering her and taking possession of her body. 

Jill made a guttural noise as my fingers penetrated her and kissed me back fiercely. Behind me Penny put her arms round my waist and began to undo my belt. I was surprised, but happy to let her. I pushed Jill back against the wall, opening her legs with my knee, squeezing her breast with my other hand as my fingers slipped out of her pussy and rubbed across her clitoris. She gasped and her hips bucked, and I felt Penny pulling my trousers and underpants down. My cock was free and Jill's legs were open, and I knew what to do. The look in her eyes as I rubbed my tip back and forth along her slit was priceless. Desire, love, joy, anticipation. I put my hands on her naked bottom and lifted her, pushing my hips forward, penetrating her in one firm stroke as I let her down onto my cock. She let go of her dress and put her arms round my neck, locking her legs round me, her soft cheek against mine, she let out a soft sigh, and I felt her flex her muscles inside, gripping me. "Oh god, Sean, oh I wanted this."

I lifted her and let her drop. Deep inside her I felt her heat and my cock twitched, I felt her body flex and flow, and heard her breath catch. Her scent was in my nostrils, light perfume, sweet sweat, pussy musk, desire and rapture. 

I pushed her hard against the wall, pushing the breath out of her, taking two strokes, lifting her up again, biting her neck, grunting as I drove into her. I felt Penny's hands on my bottom as she pushed against me. In my ear she whispered "You two are so sexy. I want you next," as she pulled off my jacket. 

I couldn't get a proper stroke as we were, and lifted and swung Jill round, lowering her to the floor, momentarily slipping out of her. She lay on her back and held up her skirt as I knelt and penetrated her again, sinking full length into her as Penny helped her undo her coat. I took her deep and swift and she quickly writhed towards climax. I concentrated on her responses, wanting to see her come for me, amazed at her sudden frenzy. In moments she had turned from gloriously tempting innocent Sunday-School girl into passionate young woman, flushed with desire, thrusting her hips against me, wrapping her stocking clad legs round mine, biting my lower lip and gripping my back with her gloved hands. I knew she would come soon when she gripped my upper arms and began making little sounds at each stroke, bouncing her hips up against me. 

"Oh Sean, that's it, oh, take me Sean, oh I'm coming, oh my, oh god!"

She wrapped her legs round my waist and gripped me harder with her hands, I held still as she gently rocked and said in a sigh “Mmm hmmm. Sean Carver, you have some very naughty ideas.”

I smiled. "You see that is exactly the sort of thing I will be thinking about in church with you two. Very distracting." I said, and took another stroke into her depths. She gasped. 

Penny said "I think it might be a bit late for church now anyway. Maybe we should just go back to bed."

"Ok!" Jill squeaked, as I took another stroke.

I kissed her and pulled out, and pushed myself up so I was kneeling on her dress with her naked bottom and pussy exposed to me. She was pink and wet and so inviting that I nearly just took her again. Instead I bent to taste her, licking her sweetness up in one long stroke from beneath her pink crinkled ass right up to the soft hair covered mound above her slit. Jill quivered and moaned, and said "Okay, take me to bed with you please!"

I helped her rise and she got her breath back and looked up at Penny, who was sitting on the stairs. "Hey Penny, we've been neglecting you."

Penny gave an enchantingly wicked smile, and said "I've been enjoying the view. And learning."

Jill walked over to her, asking "Learning what?"

"Learning what you like. I didn't really believe it yesterday. And when I woke this morning I didn't believe yesterday had happened at all. But it's all true," she said, and hugged Jill, and kissed her. Then the two of them turned to me, and Penny said, "Well you ravaged one little girl in her Sunday best. Want to make it two?"

I growled "Be careful what you wish for, Penny."

And she giggled and began backing up the stairs, saying "Ooh Sean, whatever are you thinking of?"

I took a few steps toward her with deliberate menace, and Jill stood aside and made a sweeping gesture with her hands to usher me past. "She's all yours," she said. 

As I passed her I said softly "You had better follow soon, just in case I need a hand."

The look she flashed me spoke volumes of lust and excitement, as she new exactly what I meant. 

I slowly climbed the stairs, mock glowering at Penny as she retreated. She lifted the hem of her dress to expose her stocking top as she said "Now, now Mr Carver, just because I've got these on doesn't mean I'm that sort of girl. I'm a good girl I am." 

"Miss Harty, I know just what sort of girl you are and I expect you will be very good indeed."

She had reached the top of the stairs, and giggled again as I got closer, then turned and quickly fled towards the spare room. I leapt after her, catching up with her as she went through the door, pushing her on into the room and across to the bed, which she fell onto face down. I flipped up her skirt and the back of her coat and was rewarded with a fine view of her stocking clad legs, bare upper thighs and small white lacy panties that exposed the swell of her bottom and emphasised the cleft between her buttocks leading to her most intimate areas. My hand shot up between her legs, thumb pressing her panties against her ass, fingers curling to push the lace against her pussy. I bent to bite and growl at the soft flesh of the junction of leg and buttock that was exposed between stocking and knickers. She squealed and writhed in a most arousing fashion. 

The predator in me was awakened, and I was still in high arousal from being with Jill only minutes before. I pulled her coat and skirt back down and quickly flipped her onto her back, throwing her skirt up again and plunging my face between her legs, pulling her panties aside, tongue and lips rough on her pussy, sucking her clitoris as I slid a finger inside her and my other hand searched under her coat to grasp her breasts. 

She was delicious and vocal in her appreciation, and as I looked up at her I saw Jill climbing onto the bed beside her. Jill had taken off her coat and hat and gloves, and was now undoing Penny's coat and then her blouse. The two girls kissed as I pushed Penny's legs up to open her further and slid my tongue deep inside her pussy. I rubbed my fingertip very softly on her ass hole at the same time, and pressed my nose on her bush and the area just above her clit. Penny reacted by pushing herself down towards me, rubbing herself up and down against my mouth and finger. She was suddenly very wet.

Jill was undoing Penny's skirt and trying to pull her blouse and coat off, which was obviously impossible, so I decided to help her. Between the two of us we had Penny rolled over and stripped of her blouse and coat, bra undone, skirt and suspender belt and panties round her knees all in ten seconds. Then we rolled her onto her back, Jill pulling of her bra as I dragged skirt and knickers and stockings off her legs. She was entirely naked, and Jill kissed her and ran a hand down onto her bush, a finger opening her slit. Penny was no longer in control of herself, her body rocked by the wave of feeling centred on Jill's finger. 

I stripped, while I watched my fiancé finger her virgin girlfriend's wet pussy and suck on her beautiful honey coloured tits. Her brown crinkled nipples were so inviting that I bounced onto the bed beside her and took one in my mouth as Jill sucked on the other. My fingers joined Jill's in Penny's bush, and I slid one in beside hers, lower down. In unison we worked them in and out of the girl between us, and I saw Jill look at me as she sucked on the nipple in her mouth and her eyes sparkled. 

I moved up to kiss Penny's lips as Jill moved down to kiss her pussy. Penny's hand found my cock then, and she squeezed and stroked me as she jumped and gasped. I was grasping her left breast and rolling her nipple between finger and thumb, and my other hand was gripping her buttock. 

"Ten minutes ago you looked like butter wouldn't melt in your mouth," I said "and now I'd bet you'd like my cock in it." 

She moaned and said "Yes, Sean, give me your cock." Penny looked at me with wicked eyes as she pulled me up to her lips, sucking me deep and wanking me firmly into her mouth. It was my turn to moan. 

While Jill kept working on her pussy, and I enjoyed playing with her smooth and soft warm breasts, Penny sucked me and licked my shaft, dipped her head to lick my balls, and took me deep again, holding my balls as she rapidly stroked my shaft. For a girl who hadn't touched a man's cock until the day before she was making a hell of a good job of getting me close to coming in rapid time. 

"You'll make me come if you keep doing that," I said. "Do you want me to come in your mouth?" 

She pulled her head back and looked at me with her dark and wide pupils. In a voice heavy with desire she said "No, I want you inside me." 

My heart leapt, but I had to ask, "Are you sure? You want me to put my cock inside you?"

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jill raise her head to listen as Penny said in husky tones "Please Sean, I want it inside me, like you do with Jill, take me like you take her, come in me."

I bent to kiss her lips then and hug her and drew her up and around so she was lengthwise on the bed and I would have room to lie between her legs and still have my feet on the bed to help me push inside her. My cock was throbbing at the thought. As we moved Jill was pulling the duvet back and guiding Penny to slip under it, and in her other hand was a towel. I helped remove the quilt from the bed as Jill said "Lift your bum," and she slipped the towel under Penny, and bent to kiss her pussy, running her tongue up her slit to open the lips and leave her wet. 

I knelt between Penny's open knees and Jill quickly sucked my cock, and then took me in hand as I leaned forward over Penny, kneeling with my cock pointed down towards her pussy, kissing a nipple on the way past, ending up looking at her face, her big brown eyes, her lips slightly swollen, face a little flushed. "Penny love, Jill is going to help me put it in okay? I'll be gentle, just relax. Alright?"

"Yes, Sean, I want this, I want you in me."

Jill had moved up beside her and was holding her hand as well as my cock, she kissed her shoulder and said "Darling Penny, I am so glad you stayed with us this weekend. We love you Penny, both of us. I'm so happy we can both make love with you."

Before she could reply I pushed my hips forward a little and my tip came in contact with Penny. Her eyes opened a little more, she made a little gasping noise and she looked nervous, but then Jill started moving my cock around, massaging her friend's pussy lips and across her mons. Penny relaxed a little, and as Jill used my cock in a circular motion around the top of her slit, brushing her clitoris, Penny relaxed a little more, opening her legs a fraction as she gave a little sigh. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 07



"Nice, yes?" asked Jill. 

"Uh huh." said Penny. 

"How about that?" said Jill as she changed to a straight up and down movement, rubbing my cock between Penny's labia, opening her and spreading her wetness over me. 

Penny was back up to a state of high arousal now, her body responding to Jill's caresses with a slight flexing of her hips and changes in her breathing. Her eyes had that far away look, flicking instantly into concentrated focus when a new sensation was experienced. Her voice was dark and husky again as she replied "That's nice too." 

I pressed forward by a tiny amount. She flexed in response, yielding then pressing back against me, and Jill began using my cock to circle Penny's opening, pressing her lips out to each side, the circles getting smaller as she concentrated on the entrance, and Penny's hips joined in the dance. I looked down between our bodies and could just see the swell of my cock between the dark curls and swollen wet lips of her pussy. I pushed forward half an inch, and felt the tip engage in her. Penny felt the change, she went still for a moment and her breathing paused. She was staring straight into my eyes, into my heart. 

I smiled encouragingly at her with a tiny nodding motion and whispered "Ok, Lovergirl?"  She took gentle breaths, and I felt her hips relax as she nodded slowly. I pushed in a little more. 

Eyes and mouth and legs open wide, Penny sucked in a deep breath and froze for a long few seconds before her body relaxed again and the breath flowed out of her. "Oh gosh, oh that's, that's good," she breathed, still staring at me, hips making tiny rocking motions. She looked at Jill, who was gripping her hand and watching her friend's face intently, smiling at her and living the experience with her, her other hand resting on Penny's bush, a fingertip touching my shaft just at the edge of my glans. Penny nodded at her with tiny trembling movements, and gripped her hand back. "You're right. Oh you're right. It is..." she paused as I pushed a little more, the whole head of my cock now inside her, tightly gripped by her gently stretching tunnel, "oh gosh! Oh gosh! Oh!" she panted. 

Jill took her hand from my cock and moved it to take Penny's hand, freeing the other one to slip under her girlfriend's head, and stroke her hair. "It's okay Penny, I'm here, it's alright, it's good isn't it? Relax darling and Sean will hold it there for a moment, okay?"

"Uh huh." Penny managed and I felt her relax again, and she said breathlessly "It is big though."

"Yes darling, but it will fit, all of it, all of his lovely cock, filling you up, doesn't it feel good?"

"Oh, Jilly, it is so big, but, Oh!" Penny almost yelped as I pulled back half an inch and then pushed forward an inch. "Oh Jill! Oh gosh, oh he's inside me!" she said, thighs clamping against mine. 

"Yes honey, Sean's inside you, like he has been in me, and it feels good doesn't it? I love his cock in me, I'm so glad you can feel that too, oh my lovely lucky girl." said Jill and she kissed her deeply. Penny gave herself to the kiss, and her body to me, legs opening again, as I repeated the short stroke a few times, then pushed a little deeper, took another short stroke and then a long one. I was an inch short of fully inside her and I rested for a moment. With Jill kissing her my position was getting awkward, and I might collapse on the two girls, so I carefully brought my knees up under her thighs, raising and spreading her legs, and rocked back to sit on my heels. I put my hands on her thighs just behind the knees and pushed her legs up further, and had a fantastic view. 

Jill, naked but for her hold up stockings was kneeling on the bed with her perfect round bottom and pink pussy lips just a foot away, demanding to be stroked. Her breast was in profile, the pale skin and engorged dark pink nipple in contrast to Penny's darker hand which cupped it. Jill in turn was squeezing Penny's full and dark nippled breasts, while exchanging kisses open mouthed. 

Each kiss and squeeze of their hands was accompanied by a flexing of Penny's back, enough to rock her hips and make my cock slide a half inch in and out. And that was also part of the incredible view. Penny's honey coloured body, naked, legs raised and spread, dark bush parted by my pale cock, inner lips clinging to my shaft as I pulled back, glistening wet and velvet smooth, warm and tight, gripping me as I pushed back in, sinking until my hair and hers entangled, my inner thighs up against her buttocks, my balls pressing against her asshole, all the way in, filling and stretching her, opening her fully for the first time. 

I held it there, relishing the view, feeling her body flex and squeeze me, pulsing around my cock. I pushed against her, pulling her onto me with my hands on her waist. She moaned and arched her back, throwing her hands up above her head. Jill looked round to see what I had done to cause this reaction and smiled at me when she saw what I was doing. "All the way?" she asked, but needed no reply. She turned to Penny and said softly "Sean's in you all the way now, all of him, all his cock inside you, you have taken him all inside."

Penny just groaned, and I took a slow stroke, pulling out half way and sliding back in, prompting another groan and making her head twist from side to side, and her breasts move in a fascinating way. I did it again, a little faster, a little longer, pulling on her waist, bumping up against her, bouncing her tits, driving her breath out of her, watching her whole body rise to meet my thrusts. 

"Come up here Jill, come and look over my shoulder, come and see her like this." I said softly. Jill did as I suggested, standing on the bed behind me, her hands on my shoulders, leaning over me to look. Beneath us my cock bridges the gap between my pale belly and Penny's golden flesh. She was open to us, open armed, open legged, neck and nipples, belly and breasts, armpits and bush, pussy lips and navel, everything exposed, mouthwatering, wanton, carnality incarnate, more beautiful, desirable and naked than she had ever been before, utterly, utterly unspeakably lovely. It was heartbreaking. It was innocent and pure. It was worthy of worship, of ravishment, a moment of glory and overwhelming lust. 

"God she's beautiful." Jill whispered in a voice full of awe. "I never knew. Oh Sean, take her now, make her come, make love to her for me."

She grabbed my face and kissed me, then said urgently "I love you."

"And I love you, Jill darling." I said, and turned to the girl beneath me, leaning forward onto my hands and knees, lowing my chest to her breasts, my lips to her mouth. I kissed her, and was lost in her, as her arms and legs gripped me gently and our hips joined in rhythm, her kisses lingered and her tongue softly touched mine, she murmured "Sean my love, thank you lover, oh, that is wonderful."

"I'm glad, Penny love, because you are wonderful to be inside. You are wonderful to make love with." I murmured back, but from then on no words were necessary. 

It was slow and gentle at first, and her body set the pace. I stroked her, kissed her, pressed deep into her, drew out so only my tip was inside her and delighted when she pulled me back in. I caressed her soft warm skin, the delicate smoothness of her under arm running into the firm softness of her breast, the hardness of her nipple. I held her by the waist, by the hips, by both hands under her bottom, by her shoulder blades and up to grip her shoulders to pull her down onto me hard and deep, by her hands above her head, leaving her helpless and exposed to my view, my body, my cock that relentlessly shafted in and out of her warm, wet, willing, no longer virgin pussy. 

She began to speed things up then. I knew she had a submissive streak, that she enjoyed being dominated, the freedom to be wanton that being controlled gave her. She liked being restrained so that couldn't be blamed for not trying to get away, had to give in to the cock inside her, had to let herself be taken and be forced to enjoy it. I knew she would love to be tied up, or down, gagged and blindfolded, exposed to other men and women, ordered to do the things she loved to do. Now with her hands held above her she was no longer in control, not clinging to me and colluding in her ravishment, and not able to fight me off as she felt she ought to do, but really did not want to. She was free to let herself go, to be ravaged, to come like a dirty girl would. 

Now her body pressed against me, writhing, pushing up with her hips, a faster beat, wanting me to drive deeper, harder, longer. I was pulling almost all the way out, feeling the colder air on my shaft and balls and then the rush of warmth as I plunged into her body, balls slapping against her, the noise of her pussy being filled and our stomachs meeting, sudden sweat on her skin, sticky and slick, her breath becoming ragged. Her legs raised, feet pointing to the ceiling, thighs wide, pussy tilted straight up and open, my cock straight down and deep.  I gripped her hands with both of mine, pulling her down the bed as I drove up with my legs, and driving the air out of her lungs in hard high pitched grunts. She was close. 

So was I. 

Beside us all this time was Jill, watching, touching me, stroking my back, resting a hand on my bottom to feel the muscles there as I moved, sometimes pressing down to push me harder into Penny. She had stroked the back of Penny's thighs when her legs were lifted, and I felt her finger feeling my cock slide past it and slipping up to Penny's clit as I took shallow strokes, but for the most part Jill was content to leave Penny to me, to let her experience her first real sex with a man without distractions. So it was only later when we talked about it that I knew that Jill had sat fingering herself beside us, watching between her friend's legs to see my shaft sliding between her pussy lips. 

Penny was thrashing beneath me now, and unreleased her hands. She grabbed me, pulled me to her body, kissed me fiercely, her hips bucking hard against my strokes, every spasm accompanied by a whimper, a grunt or a near scream. I was holding on to the sheet to keep us down, my hips driving hard, concentrating on holding my orgasm until the girl beneath me hit her own heights. 

At last my cock was clenched by her pussy, her legs wrapped round me, her hands locked behind my neck and her head was flung backwards, as Penny cried out "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God, Oh, ooooOOH!" and her body convulsed. 

I let myself go, relaxing and pounding her, grunting "God, I'm, Going. To. Come. In. You. Oh. God. Penny. I'm. Coming in you!"

And I poured myself into her, my back arched and hips thrust down, Jill's hands pushing down on my ass, Penny thrashing beneath me, gasping, coming again as she felt my spunk flood her, my cock twitching and pumping into Her, my hands grip her and take her. I fell on her then, taking her mouth, telling her she was lovely, beautiful girl, fantastic body, thanking her, gasping for breath, stretching down to suck those glorious tits again, shoving my still hard cock up into her and pumping it, kissing he lips and saying "My lovely lover, Lovergirl," letting my hips wind down to a halt, kissing her gently and holding her softly, saying with love "Are you okay?"

She laughed. A clear light laugh, and tears were in her eyes, and she said "Oh yes, Sean, oh yes. That was beautiful Sean, that was wonderful."

I kissed her again and said "And so are you, Lover, thank you."

Jill kissed me on the cheek then, and said "Hi there Handsome man, hi there pretty girl," she kissed Penny, "you looked like you were having fun."

Penny stretched and wriggled, which made my softening cock harden. "Oh, yes. Lots of fun." and she looked coy. "How about you Sean?"

I was about to answer when she squeezed my cock with her pussy. I gasped in surprise. She giggled, and Jill said "I take it that's a yes then?"

"Uh huh." I said "And if you keep doing that I will have to do it again."

Penny grinned, and kissed me and said "Later, darling, you were very gentle and very very good, but I think I need you to take it out now." She looked a little sad as I lifted up and out of her, and sighed as my tip came free. "Oh, thank you, Sean."

"Are you alright?" I asked, concerned. 

"Fine, fine, just not used to it. Yet." she smiled.

Jill pushed me aside, saying "Move over, you ravening animal," and bent to look between Penny's legs. 

Penny made a shocked "Oh!" sound as Jill touched her lips and gently pulled her open. 

"Hmm, no blood, just a little bruised maybe." said Jill, gently. Then wickedly added "Perhaps I should kiss it better." 

I watched as my fiancé bent to lick the come soaked petals of her girlfriend's newly deflowered flower. 

Penny writhed gracefully as Jill licked her out, quickly approaching a second orgasm while I held her hand and bent to suck on her nipples. "That's it come for us again," I urged her, "Come for Jill, Lovergirl."

Jill was drinking my come and hers, and had one finger on Penny's clitoris, her pale skin contrasting with Penny's dark curly bush and dusky flesh. I worked on her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh, sucking her nipples erect, tasting and breathing in the warm milky scent of her. I moved up to her throat, my tongue rough on her, my teeth grazing her skin. Penny's hand found my cock and gripped me, wanking me as she reached to grip Jill's head and press her mouth hard into her sex. I moved to take Penny's mouth, to steal her breath, my tongue in her mouth as my woman's was in her pussy. 

Penny cried out and her back arched, and she called "Oh, Jilly, oh, no, enough, stop, stop!"

We held her then, one on each side, kissing her gently and stroking her, Jill rolling her towards me, spooning her from behind, my arms around them both, kissing them both, rocking them as Penny whimpered and shook, and subsided into soft warm stillness.  

Jill pulled the quilt up over us, and we snuggled and talked. "You had no intention of going to church this morning did you?" I said. 

Jill laughed. "No, but I'm impressed that you both went along with it. And wasn't it worth getting dressed up?"

I had to confess I had enjoyed Jill's outfit, and Penny's. Jill said "I put that dress on last week, with the hold up stockings, but I was wearing panties, and went to church with my parents, an I kept thinking about you. I really wanted you to be sitting beside me, putting your hand up to find the bare skin, maybe fingering me. My knickers were soaked by the time the service was over."

Penny was blushing a little then as she said in a shy way "That happened to me on the Friday after we played snooker, in school. I was in the library on a free study period and I began thinking about kissing Mike, and how I was going to see him after school. Next thing I knew I had a real tingle down there and I thought I'd wet myself. I had to go and change into my PE knickers. I didn't understand what was happening at all."

"So you were wearing maroon pants under your school skirt then?" I asked. 

Jill laughed. "You have a thing about that, don't you?"

"What?" I asked. 

"A wee fantasy. A little turn on?" she pressed, amused. 

I had to smile. "Well, yes I suppose I do. In school it was the subject of debate. Ciaran Clarke has this running joke where if you mention any girl he instantly says 'Black lace' or 'big white cotton' or whatever. One day on the bus to Games we passed a group of girls from your school, and he said 'maroon, maroon,maroon, maroon, maroon, nothing, maroon, maroon.' It got a big laugh, but I have to be honest, I had a little moment of fantasy."

"What other fantasies do you have?" Jill asked

I paused a moment. "Well, all sorts of things." I said, prevaricating. "Like what?" asked Penny. "Don't be shy, Sean. Not after what we have just been doing."

"Well, okay. I suppose we have been living out some of them, but fantasies are funny things. Little inner dreams, but if you talk about them they sound lame, or weird. If I tell you mine you will have to tell me yours, ok? I suppose one of my fantasies has always been being in a room working at a desk and in comes a girl in a coat and stockings, and nothing else. Of course with her coat done up I don't know that, but she turns my chair round, pulls off my trousers and then undoes her coat and just sits down on my cock, no preliminaries, just starts riding me, and letting me play with her breasts. I like the surprise of it, the freedom of it. She is in control, willing, and yet devoted to my pleasure. I suppose I used to think that girls didn't want sex, that I was bad to want it and want them to do it. So a willing girl was a big turn on."

"Hmm," said Penny, "I think that could be arranged."

"Yes, but the girl would have to surprise him. So we'll have to wait a while. What else?" said Jill. 

"Well I always wanted to try one girl riding me while I was licking out another.” I said, and Jill nodded, so I went on “Doing it in a forest. I like the idea of being outdoors, in the fresh air, on a sunny day. Or on a boat, a dinghy on a river. In a field of long grass. On the balcony of a high building. In a lift. In school, in the swimming pool changing rooms. In the pool. In the shower, which is fun. In the car. Lots of places."

Jill laughed "Basically everywhere."

I shrugged and laughed as well. But Penny said "Who with? Who is your fantasy girl?"

"Ah now that isn't fair. Here I am with two beautiful girls, how can I name one, or name someone else altogether without offending you?"

Jill said "We already talked about this - the list includes just about every girl in school, except Alison." 

Penny laughed then. "I can see why. Poor Ali. But what about famous people? Pop stars, film stars?"

"Lesley Anne Down. Audrey Hepburn. Jane Seymour. And I used to fancy the Indian girl from Pam's People."

"Ooh, you never told me that." said Jill. "An Indian girl?"

"Well, why not. I think it would be exciting, interesting, exotic, to be with an Indian, or and Asian, Chinese or Japanese girl, or a black girl. Or a blonde or a redhead. All different."

"All at the same time, no doubt." said Jill, teasingly. 

"Maybe. What about you, Penny? Fancy any famous actors?"

"Brian Brown, Mel Gibson. Jimmy Stuart, when he was young of course." Penny laughed and added "and I had a crush on John Craven."

Jill snorted. "So does my mum!"

"But my fantasies were about maybe kissing and holding hands, or being picked up and hugged really hard, I think yours were a bit more, well, advanced?"

I had to agree. "Yeah, but then boys talk about it differently. And there were always porn mags about. And books."

Jill snorted again "Girls talk about sex."

"Oh I know, but boys talk about it in a sort of rough mechanical detail. It's biology and misogyny plus bravado. Not nice, or gentle or romantic, but lots of testosterone. There's a lot of that sort of stuff in the porn mags as well. Not all of them, I mean Playboy and Mayfair are ok, but some are really rough." 

"What about the books?" Penny asked. 

"That varies. First time I read about people having sex was in 'Jaws'. Although I couldn't work out what they were doing. But then I got Emmanuelle. Both volumes. And then The Perfumed Garden, the Kama Sutra, the Joy of Sex, the Pearl, that sort of thing."

"Gosh," said Penny. "No wonder you're good at it!"

"Thank you, darling." I said, "You know you are pretty good yourself. That last squeeze you gave me was an eye opener."

Penny laughed "Girls can read too."

"What are you two on about?" asked Jill

"I read about it in that 'She' magazine that Kate had in school last week." said Penny

"Oh yes, everyone was talking about that. I haven't seen it yet. Tell me!" said Jill enthusiastically. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 07



"Well, I only got a quick look at break, with Jo and Kim, so I only really picked out one paragraph, but it was about sort of squeezing up your muscles to tighten up everything down there. It said to practice with pulses when you weren't doing anything, so I've been trying all week. But there were pages and pages of stuff about all sorts of things."

"Right," said Jill. "I think we ought to get a copy. Why don't we go find a newsagent, and have some lunch."

Penny was keen "Okay, and then we can come back and read and have all the fun of taking Sean's clothes off again."

Lunch was fun. The girls had shooed me out while they got dressed, and appeared on the stairs both wearing skirts and blouses and jumpers and coats. I was left to wonder what lay beneath. 

Jill had suggested a place in Carrick, about twenty minutes drive away, so I drove. Penny was in the front, at Jill's insistence. In the restaurant Jill sat beside me, Penny across the table. With Penny's foot and Jill's hand both at play it was surprising I could eat anything at all. They decided we should share a dessert. It was Jill's idea to get a banana split and three spoons. Then she did a very provocative thing with the spoon, licking and sucking the ice-cream off it. Penny followed suit, trying to out-do Jill. Then they started feeding each other, and me. It was utterly obscene. I loved it. They ended up in giggles. The guy at the counter gave me the most jealous look I have ever seen. 

In the paper shop next door they had the copy of 'She' that we wanted, and also a well stocked top shelf. Jill said to me "I've never seen one of those. Which one is best?" and nodded at the girlie mags. 

"Well, Hustler is very raw. Escort and Razzle are like The Sun with more nudes - very crude. Club, or Mayfair would be the most balanced. Mayfair is a bit more upmarket, Club is a bit more explicit, without being too gynaecological."

"Okay, we'll get them both." she said, and lifted a copy of Club International and Mayfair. I was shocked rigid. I had never got over the embarrassment of buying porn mags. After all you know that the shopkeeper knows that you are going home for a wank. The invention of the Internet was a great relief. 

Jill simply walked up to the counter, cool as cucumber, put the three magazines down and asked for packet of Polo's. The bloke behind the desk grinned widely. He grinned even wider when I went past him. 

When we got to the car Jill was in the front. "I can't believe you just did that!" I said. 

"Why do you think I wanted to go somewhere so far from the house?" Jill asked. 

I had no reply. We drove back to Jill's house with Penny in the front again, Jill sat in the back reading out the article from 'She:' 'Ten Tips for memorable sex: how to make him come back for more'. 

Penny and I sometimes commented, as she talked about Massage, with oil, Neglected Erogenous zones (male nipples, toes, the perineum, anal play) Before Fore Play (dressing sexily, making a date, talking fantasy, romantic meals, showering together) After Words, and everything in between, including the Kegel exercises and some tips about oral sex, and 'Getting Kinky'. Penny giggled over that last category - the idea of being blindfolded or being tied up, or tying me up, obviously appealed. 

My opinion was asked frequently - would I like that, or often did I like that when we did it before. Of course the answer was always 'yes'. At the end Jill said "Interesting. Lots of good tips. I will have to read it again and think about that."

"But too many things to try out before your parents get back." said Penny. "We'll just have to arrange more time to try them another day."

"Really?" I said. 

Penny looked at me, suddenly anxious, and said "If that's okay? If you don't mind. I didn't mean to ..."

"Of course it is okay!" I said, “If we weren't doing sixty miles an hour on a five-lane motorway I would hug you!”

Jill reached from the back and gave her a hug instead, saying "Penny darling, that's lovely! As long as I get to play too!"

Penny blushed, confused, protesting that of course she meant both of us, and ... 

Jill shushed her into silence, and said gently "I'm glad you want to come back and be with us. I thought that this afternoon would be the end of it, and you would be off to find another boy."

Penny went all shy. "I, well, I might like another boyfriend, but, well, I want to, to make love with Sean again, but I want to, to make love with you, Jilly. I want to be with you, and Sean."

"Good." said Jill, and she kissed her on the neck with a little more than girlish affection. 

Glancing at Penny I noticed the slight flush of arousal start on her cheeks, and I placed my hand on her knee and squeezed it.

Penny let her head fall back so Jill could kiss her neck and earlobe, and let her knees part so I could slip my hand between them. She shuffled her bottom forward and parted her legs more as I moved my hand up her inner thigh, and Jill's hands came round her to squeeze her breasts. I found the top of her stocking, the sudden smooth skin after the texture of the nylon, and Penny spread her legs even wider. 

I had slowed the car a little, taking the inside lane, and was concentrating on the road ahead, as my fingers found her panties and pressed the material into the fold of her pussy. Penny groaned. 

"Is Sean being bold, Penny? Is he fingering your pussy?" said Jill

"Yes. He's touching my knickers." 

"Why don't you take them off?" suggested Jill. 

I removed my hand, and changed gear, as we neared the end of the motorway. From there is was a ten-minute drive though the edges of the town and into the suburb where Jill lived, and gear changes were frequent, so Penny had a most frustrating time. 

She pulled up her skirt and undid her clips, and lifted her bottom to pull down her blue lace panties. Then she did up the clips, but left her skirt hiked up so I could see her bush, and her pussy when she opened her legs and slid her bottom forward. The angle was awkward for my finger to enter her, but it was easy to rest the heel of my hand on her mons and dip my middle finger between her lips to rub her clitoris. 

From the back Jill kept Penny talking, asking her what I was doing, how it felt, what she would like me to do, what she wanted Jill to do, would she like to do that to Jill and what would we do when we got to her house. By the time we got there I was in discomfort as my erection was caught in my jeans, Penny was twitching and breathing hard and Jill was bright eyed and pretty flushed as well. 

We got in through the door and Jill was whispering something to Penny, who nodded, said "Okay," and beckoned to me. She headed to the family room. 

Jill patted my bum and pushed me after her, saying "I'll be in in two minutes, and expect you to be in by that time too."

As we walked down the hallway Penny was unbuttoning her coat, and her blouse. As she entered the family room she slipped them off and threw them onto the sofa, walking infinite middle of the room, dropping her skirt and reaching to undo her bra. 

I pulled off my jacket and shirt, and undid my belt as she tossed her bra aside. Penny looked at me then, wearing nothing but shoes, stockings and suspenders, and said "I want you naked Sean. I want you inside me. Now"

I was already levering my shoes off , and bent to sweep underpants, trousers and socks off in one go. On the rug in front of the television Penny knelt on hands and knees and said "Take me this way Sean, from behind, like you did to Jill."

"Your wish is my command" I said stepping over to her, kneeling behind her, shuffling forward between her open knees, pushing the head of my cock down to rub it against her hairy slit, parting her thick soft lips and locating the entrance to her depths, pushing into her gently but firmly, feeling her pussy open around me, the wet slickness of her body enveloping me, squeezing me as she pushed back against me, one long slow slide right to the hilt, a long journey to heaven. 

I had my hands on her hips, and pulled back on her as I pushed my cock forward, pressing my stomach against the curve of her bottom, rocking gently with my full length inside her. Penny arched her head back and moaned, "Oh gosh. Oh my goodness. I never knew that could feel so good."

I didn't reply, I just pulled my cock almost all the way out and slid it back in firmly, pulling her onto me, holding it in deep. 

"Oh that's wonderful. It's so big, it fills me up, but it is just perfect. Oh gosh, why didn't anyone tell me about this before?"

"Would you have believed them?" I said "If I had offered to do this a fortnight ago you wouldn't have let me, even if I told you it was good."

"I know." She gasped, and began to rock back and forwards a couple of inches. I held still as her movements allowed me to watch my shaft sliding in and out, slick with her juices, her lips clinging to my cock. "I was so stupid. Oh gosh. I could have been doing this for years. Oh yes, oh yes."

I was about to say something about me being happy to oblige at any time, when I heard Jill say "Oooh, aren't you a pretty pair?"

She was standing in the doorway with a tray of glasses filled with ice and coke. My heart skipped as for half a second I felt instinctive guilt, caught red handed (or red faced or red cocked) two-timing her, but she was grinning as she went on to say "My god, but that's the horniest thing I've ever seen!"

Jill walked round to put the tray on the table beside the sofa, then dropped down onto the couch and took a glass, taking a sip from it before putting it back on the tray. All the time she was looking at us, as Penny pushed herself back on my cock and I ran my hands over her soft hips and buttocks and back. 

On the sofa Jill lifted her feet up onto the cushions, opening her legs, pulling her skirt up, and ran her hands down to her crotch, over the nylon hold up stockings, over her bare inner thighs, onto the black panties, pulling them aside, giving me a glimpse of her furry pussy before she covered it with her hand. She moved her fingers in a circular motion, massaging herself all over her slit, and then pulled herself open with her left hand and found her clit with her right index finger. She was stroking herself in time with the motion of my cock in Penny. 

"How does our boyfriend's cock feel in you from behind Penny? You like it that way?" she asked. 

Penny grunted, an animal noise, and looked round at her with flushed face, panting as she thrust back hard against me "You know how it feels. Oh. Deep and big and hard and, ugh, good. Ugh, very good."

"And you Sean, you like Penny's pussy? You like her on her knees?" said Jill, eyes sparkling.

"Oh yes, very good. Hot and wet and tight and deep."

"You should see what you look like from here." said Jill. "I can see him going into your pussy, Penny, his whole length just going right into you, it is amazing, I can't believe it all fits in you, and my god, the way your tits move when he does that, they're gorgeous, I just want to hold them and suck them, but they are so beautiful to watch as they move like that!"

I was pushing hard into Penny's body, each stroke cushioned by my pelvis hitting her round smooth buttocks. I could imagine that her breasts would be swinging in time to my thrusts, and the idea of what Jill could see, that I could watch if we were doing this in front of a mirror, or a video camera, turned me on even more. I gave extra force to a couple of strokes to make the motion even larger. Penny gasped and Jill sighed. 

"Are you going to come soon Penny?" said Jill "Sean loves having his cock in a girl when she comes, don't you lover?"

I managed to say "Yes, come for me Penny, come on my cock." I built up speed to match Penny's increasingly rapid hips. 

Penny was gasping, and making the little 'oh' noises that preceded her climax. Jill knew the signs, and said "Reach down and rub yourself Penny. Rub your clit and make yourself come. That's it, oh god that looks so sexy."

In moments Penny began to shake. My cock was suddenly squeezed inside her, pulsing waves of muscle contractions, milking me, drawing me into her velvet centre, tight slippery warmth all round me. I was close to coming myself, I could feel the tightening in my balls, the tingle in my cock head as she pushed back against me and her pussy closed around it. I held still as she shook and pulsed on my cock, and then began to subside, dropping to her elbows, head down, as I held her hips. 

I pulled out in one swift sudden movement. Penny gasped. She gasped again when I slammed my cock back into her, all the way. Half a second pause and I pulled out again, half a second and back in, hard and fast right into her wet and spasming depths. 

Jill was wide eyed as she watched us "Good god, Penny! You should see what he's doing! Oh what does that feel like?" she cried.

All Penny could do was shudder and pant and gasp. I looked down on her silk smooth body as her muscles twitched uncontrollably. She was on a strange high. This position, and what I was doing to her, was playing on her submissive side. She was powerless, passive, hardly even holding herself up. Her body was mine to use, to fill with my cock and my come, or to deny her that pleasure, to leave her empty and gaping. She didn't know each time I pulled out if I would take her again, and the anticipation as well as the longing and the sensation of being possessed, wanted, claimed, dominated, as each irresistible, but so much desired, stroke filled her up was enough to trigger another mini climax. Eventually her balance collapsed, her legs gave way, she slumped forward with a groan, and lay panting and twitching, one hand still on her clitoris, her hips rocking in arrhythmic fashion, oblivious to the world.

For a moment I considered going on with what I had been doing. Her legs were spread and I could see Penny's open pussy, pink inner lips spread, slick and inviting, easy for me to lie on tip of her and enter her, ride her hard and fast for my own pleasure, take her and come in her. But I checked that animal urge. I knew from other memory that she might float through that, hit an orgasmic plateau where her sense of self was swept away and she gave herself to the physical sensations, but until she had more experience it would be too easy for that to spill over into something she would be scared by, hurt by, something she would feel was abusive. I lay down beside her, cradling her, rolling her over and kissing her and holding her, speaking softly to her, bringing her back from her over stimulated swoon. 

We were joined by Jill, who was concerned by Penny's sudden slump. Soft kisses and caresses and gentle words sank in, and Penny came round, smiling. "Pheweee!" she breathed out. "What the heck was that? What did you do to me?"

"Did you like it?" I asked.

"Yeah. I think so. Yeah." she said. 

Jill laughed "It looked good to me too." and she kissed Penny. "Want to come and sit on the sofa with us and read dirty magazines, Penny dear?"

"Oh, yeah. If Sean will carry me." Penny smiled. 

Jill, still clothed, Penny in nothing but stockings and suspenders, and I, entirely naked, got languorously tangled on the sofa with the copies of Club International and Mayfair. Jill was sitting at one end, Penny tucked beside her, head on Jill's breast. I was under their legs. If Jill held one side and I took the other we could all see the magazine at once. We started with Mayfair. 

Index, letters page, faced by first photoset, a girl in flight attendant uniform (or at least partially in it) Pretty girl, long stocking clad legs, open blouse, sultry look. Over the page she was less and less clothed .

Jill had kept up a commentary on the girl's looks and poses, but when we turned the next page Penny said "Oh my. That's just rude!"

"What do you mean, darling?"'said Jill. 

"The way she looks. Just looking at you like that. And you can see her hair, and, well..." Penny shrugged 

"But you were just kneeling like that over there, darling, and I could see your hair, and Sean's cock going into your pussy." said Jill. 

"Yes but that wasn't in a magazine for anyone to see!" said Penny, blushing. "And it is the look on her face. She looks, well, hungry."

"She looks like she wants to have sex with the cameraman. Or the reader. With the men looking at the photo. With you. Yes. Which is sort of the point, in these mags," I said. "Readers want the girls to look like that. Not just nude, but available, willing, inviting."

Jill turned the page. Cars. Adverts. Article about some German sex industry festival with some small photos of topless models posing with grinning journos. Then the next photoset. A tanned blond girl on a beach, with big blue eyes and ridiculously large breasts – silicone for sure. 

"Oh, look at her bush. It is as blond as Shauna's."

"Jill!" said Penny, scandalised. 

"What? You've seen her in the showers. No tits but golden blond hair all over."

"Well, I didn't really look. And you shouldn't tell Sean those things."

"But Sean likes to know. Anyway, he has probably guessed, or Tim will have told all the boys anyway." Jill said. 

"No, Tim is a gentleman, he doesn't talk about her that way." I put in. 

"Anyway, what do you mean you don't look?" said Jill. 

"Well, I try not to. Its rude." said Penny

"But fun?" said Jill "I mean, you obviously like girls, you like my tits and my pussy. Didn't you look at me in the shower after gym? I looked at you."

Penny was blushing. "I told you, I tried not to."

"But you liked what you saw?" said Jill, teasing her. "I did. I wanted so much to suck your tits," Jill added, squeezing Penny's breast for emphasis. 

"Really?" said Penny. "But we haven't had gym together for two years. You, you fancied me then?"

Jill hugged her and said "Darling, I have always had a buzz about you. I love you, and I've always thought you were so pretty and sexy and cute. Of course then I just wanted to hug you nude, and kiss your nipples because they just made my mouth water, but now, I want every bit of you." Jill kissed her, and Penny returned it with passion. Under Jill's hand Penny's brown nipple went hard and crinkled. Very mouth-wateringly suckable, I thought.

“Hmmm,” said Jill, “I think you like that too.”

Penny leant her head on Jill's breast again and sighed, and said very quietly, “Yes, love, I do.” She looked up at me from beneath her long lashed and said shyly “I like kissing you too Sean. And I liked Mike. I do like boys. But I like girls too. I love you Jilly.” and she hugged her tightly. Jill hugged her back.

After a moment Jill said “So Penny love, If you like girls, who else did you like to look at in the showers?”

Penny sat up and looked at her “Jill Wyatt! What a question!”

I said, laughing, “You asked me who else I fancied.”

“Well, that's not the same. Anyway, all boys fancy all girls, that's just the way it is. Except Alison. Who I never fancied either, before you ask,” said Penny, vehemently.

“But you do fancy other girls? Jill, obviously, but what about Shauna, whose blond bits you did notice in the shower?” I teased.

“No, not really Shauna. I mean, she is pretty, but, well, to be honest, like Jill it was breasts that made me think. I like Jill's. Shauna's are, well they aren't really.”

Jill laughed “Two fried eggs on a plate. Although I noticed this year she is either wearing a padded bra or they have plumped up a bit.”

“Poached eggs.” said Penny, and both girls giggled.

“So who else has nice tits in your gym class, Penny?” I said.

"Okay, okay." said Penny, laughing, "Tina. Tina Rahman"

"Oooh. I never saw her. How did you? She's not in our year?" said Jill

"Netball. She was on the Seconds with me, before she moved up to the Firsts."




If I Knew Then... Ch. 08



The girl beneath me was slick with baby oil and sweet sweat. Her soft skin and smooth muscles rippled as she flexed and drove herself back against me, impaling herself deeply on my cock, driving her own breath from her mouth in grunts and sighs. I could tell that her own climax was within reach, and I urged her on. "Come for me darling, come for me, I want to feel you come on my cock, come with me inside you."

She moaned and thrust back harder, faster, deeper, faster again, and then hardest of all, staying put with my cock filling her up as her body clenched me and she shook and cried out. 

I looked down and smiled at her as she collapsed in front of me, gasping for breath, glistening and naked. A few weeks ago she was a virgin schoolgirl, never been kissed. Now she was a writhing wanton woman, who would demand I take her again, and come in her pussy, or her mouth, once she had breath to voice it. She was beautiful. And mine. 

I bent to kiss the small of her back, and run my hands over her beautiful bottom, pulling her cheeks apart to see her sweet sex and the little puckered secret spot just above it. Then I moved to lie on top of her, my still hard cock between her buttocks, the tip against her pussy lips, pressing them open as I nuzzled her neck and whispered "Beautiful," in her ear. 

We were on my bed in my parent's house. They were collecting my grandmother from the airport, and would be bringing her back for lunch, so we had perhaps an hour at most to be dressed and innocent looking. She moved her hips in a less than innocent fashion, pushing up against me, making me open her up and slide inside her. 

I tried to kiss her mouth, but the angle was wrong. There was a flurry of movement and we slid around each other, and she was on her back, with me between her legs, drawing me into her body as we kissed. 

She sighed and her body rose to meet me "Oh, god, oh my wonderful man," she said, with her eyes closed and head thrown back, and I kissed the hollow by her throat. 

"My beautiful woman, I love you, Jill, I love you and I love your body, and I love to be here with you," I said as I thrust into her and held myself deep in her warm and tight embrace. 

She looked up at me and her smiling eyes melted my heart and hardened my cock as she said "My handsome man, make me your woman. Take me and come inside me and make me yours, oh Sean, I'm yours and I want you, oh yes, like that, oh make me your woman again, oh god!"

I crushed her lips with mine and our bodies followed in the dance, and I flowed into her, coming in her, claiming her as she clung to me, her hips twitching as her second climax burst upon her. 

We nuzzled and kissed and hugged, and reluctantly got up, and I helped her dry herself after the fastest shower in history, and checked her dress wasn't crumpled and her hair was perfect, and we went downstairs with five minutes to spare before Grandma came through the door. 

My grandmother was a fantastic character. Not the way a granny 'ought' to be. She wore a fur coat whenever possible (she had several, all presents from different admirers in her youth) she had married very young and had my father and then a divorce in swift succession, and returned to her career on the stage. She once hitch-hiked across the Atlantic on a tramp steamer, which wasn't licenced for passengers so she was signed on as "Entertainments Officer." And she was fierce. She would argue with anyone and always got her way. I loved her. 

Jill was a bit nervous, but looked stunningly sweet and pretty, and played Grandma like a piano. She admired her coat, agreed with everything except the most outrageous nonsense, when she didn't argue but just firmly stuck to her point and sidled the conversation onto something else, and was generally charming. As she left Grandma squeezed my hand and said "I like that girl. If it weren't for the fact that nothing is too good for my favourite grandson (she referred to all of her grandchildren as her favourites) I might wonder if you were good enough for her."

"I often wonder it myself." I agreed. 

When we were alone again Jill laughed. "You said she was a wild and wicked old woman, but I never expected that!"

"Why? I didn't think she was too outrageous today."

"When you cleared the table after lunch, we were left together for about two minutes. As soon as we were alone she turned to me and said 'I hope Sean is as good in bed as you deserve. I went through a husband and three lovers before I had an orgasm you know. Don't let him be lazy. If he doesn't know how to do it for you, teach him or find another. You are far too pretty to not have a good time. Are you having a good time?'"

I laughed. "What did you say?"

"I looked her straight in the eye and said 'Actually, I was having a very good time this morning just before you arrived. Sean is very good, and very generous in bed. But thank you for the compliment and your concern. Are you getting any orgasms these days?'"

"You didn't!" I said, shocked.

She smirked. "I bloody did. I thought she was going to die laughing. She almost cackled. She punched me on the arm and just laughed for a bit and then she recovered and said, very po faced, 'Sadly, no. It has been some years' and then she was all serious and said 'I thought you had a healthy glow about you when I arrived. Enjoy it while you can girl. Don't let the god-botherers and prudes put you off. Plenty of time for celibacy when you're seventy.'"

"Good god." I said. "Really? I shouldn't be surprised, but even so!"

Jill smiled shyly at me. "She's funny. And nice, under all that front. I like her. I'm glad she liked me."

"Darling, Jill. Everyone likes you. And I love you. Now we have to get you home, it's a school night, and I won't risk annoying your folks. Not after last Wednesday."

"True" said Jill, and she cringed at the thought. 

So I dropped her home, with a kiss on the doorstep, and she called me her handsome man, and I whispered my love to my beautiful woman, and went on my way smiling. 

I was smiling for all sorts of reasons. One was because of my amusement at what happened on the Wednesday before. It was funny, in retrospect.

Jill and I had just spent an unbelievably wonderful weekend seducing her friend Penny and introducing her to the joys of troilism, tribadism and heterosexual coupling. Or tripling. I had used every ounce of my knowledge about Penny, and women generally, and sex and seduction, gained over fifty years of living this life in a previous version. It had been ridiculously simple. It was true. 'If I knew then what I know now..' things would be very different.

Imagine if you found yourself in just that position. You could go back and do it again, knowing what you know now. You would know things about people and events and places. You could change things, not make those old mistakes. Do it better.

So, if I was back there, 'Then,' I would do it differently, and have a different life to look back on from this lofty perch of old age...

For instance, I would know that my grandmother would die in about ten years time from a stroke, and I would be determined to see more of her this time round. I would know the winner of the Gran National this year (1980), and the pitfalls (and opportunities) of the dot com boom in the 90's and the value of gold a decade in the future. 

'Then' (Life version one -- the trial run, as it were) Penny had been my girlfriend, and Jill was an unrequited love. 'Now' I had chosen Jill, and with my knowledge of Penny's bi-sexual and submissive tendencies, which in our former life had lead to us breaking up, I had instead brought her into a ménage a trois. 

The girls had come to an arrangement. Penny had a crush on Jill (something I had suspected first time round) as well as me, and Jill had quickly discovered how much fun another girl can be, so sharing me was mutually acceptable. Jill had chess club on Thursday's, Penny was caught up with drama on Wednesday's, so they agreed that each could see me alone during that time and the rest of the time was for the three of us. 

So after our tumultuous and exhausting weekend of self indulgence, we had spent some of Monday afternoon trawling around estate agents, the girls looking for rentals, me making discrete eyes at the for sale section. Tuesday, we had coffee and arranged lists of places to see on Friday. So eventually, we got to Wednesday. I had Jill to myself, and her mother was out shopping with a friend, so her house was empty. 

Or so we thought. 

We were in the family room, on the sofa. Well. More precisely, I was on the sofa, Jill was kneeling on the floor. We heard the front door closing and her mother's voice call out "Jill, I'm home, would you and Sean like a cup of tea? I'm just putting the kettle on."

Jill and I looked at each other and began a scramble for clothes as Jill called back "Yes please, I'll come and give you a hand in a minute."

Fortunately she was still wearing her skirt and everything below it, and I had only to pull up my pants and trousers and tuck my shirt in, but it was a situation that raised adrenaline and blushes. While Jill helped with the tea I set up a fake chess game, and we had an excruciating half hour with her mum sitting with us in the family room, explaining that her friend had felt ill and gone home early, and wanting to know how I was getting on at school. It was quite clear that she knew we had been doing more than playing chess, and she did not approve.

She left us alone for a few minutes before I had to go home, and Jill instantly curled around me and gave me a kiss so soft and gentle that it would have melted steel. She looked in my eyes afterwards and whispered "Don't worry about mum, I'll handle her. We have the rest of our lives to make love, and I am looking forward to that, but I'm so sorry we didn't have a chance today."

I left with a glow. 

After chess club on Thursday (during which Penny and I had a long talk and a short but lovely exchange of kisses in the park) we met up with Jill, who told us of the conversation she had with her mother after I left. 

Her mum had been pretty decent - she'd guessed we had been 'petting' when she arrived, which was why she gave us warning that she was home and let us alone so we would be able to 'fix our hair.' She was a bit concerned though. She said it was 'only to be expected' but that Jill 'shouldn't take such risks'. Jill then laughed and quoted her mum as saying "I don't mind you having Sean over when you have another girl with you, like Penny last week. He won't be tempted then to try to take advantage. Not that I'm saying that he would, you know I like him and he is a nice boy, but even nice boys and girls can sometimes get carried away."

I wondered what her mother would have thought as Jill kissed Penny goodbye later on, and handed her over to me, considerably rumpled and turned on, to do the same. As for the discussion of what the three of us would do on Friday at her house... well, lets just say that the idea of flat hunting was abandoned.

Friday afternoon was hotly anticipated. I picked up both girls, who got in the back of the car together. It was ten minutes drive to Jill's house. By that time neither had any underwear on and their ties, coats, blazers and scarves were bundled up. Blouses were buttoned, but not with many fastened, and shoes had been slipped back on but not tied. Both had flushed faces from the long kiss they shared, and from the way they sat in the back with their legs open, skirts pulled up, trying to let me see them in the mirror, as they stroked each other gently. 

I had hardly closed the door begin us when Jill fell upon me and started pulling at my belt, and Penny began undoing my shirt and tie. Between fierce kisses she said "Now just remember Sean, because I'm here you won't be tempted to take advantage of Jill, now will you?"

I couldn't reply. Jill had grasped my cock and plunged it into her mouth, the warm, wet suction dragging the breath out of me. Penny chuckled, a deep dirty laugh, and kissed me deeply as she pulled my shirt off. 

I was leaning against the newel post at the bottom of the stairs, gripping onto the bannister with one hand as Jill brought me to the edge of orgasm and Penny stripped the rest of my clothes. "I'll come if you keep that up!" I gasped. 

Jill grinned and kept it up. 

"Oh god I'm coming!" I cried, as Penny pressed her face beside Jill, and kissed my shaft. The first jet was into my fiancée's mouth, the second into our girlfriend's. They shared the next few as I started to slump to the floor, and they kept on sucking me and wanking me as I groaned and jumped with every stroke. 

In the end I was left naked and spent on the hall carpet, as the two girls shared a deep, long kiss over my prone body. When they broke off they looked down at me, smiling. "Oh dear," said Penny, "have we broken him?"

Jill laughed. "He'll get his breath back in a moment. Then he can join us in the bedroom."

She kissed her fingertip and touched it to my lips, then pulled Penny up and led her up the stairs, saying "Don't be long. And you'd better collect all your clothes."

Five minutes later I was in the bedroom watching the two naked girls embracing and kissing on the bed. They were beautiful together. I pulled out the stool from the dressing table and sat on it, and admired the display of soft flesh and passion. 

I adored Jill's light brown hair, pale skin and flashing green eyes, her cheeks and lips red with desire, her small pink nipples hard and darkened with hot blood, her long thin limbs, round bottom and breasts, delicate fingers and toes, smooth flat stomach and muscular back. 

I lusted after Penny's darker flesh, her Mediterranean ancestry showing in her honey skin, black hair, brown eyes and nipples. She was shorter, rounder, softer, generously curved and generous with it. Her hands caressed Jill's breasts as Jill stroked Penny's back, her lips sucked the pink nipples into hard points and her fingers opened up the pale pink folds of Jill's pussy. Penny's lips found a path over Jill's navel to the soft-haired mound below, and further down to the clitoris and the deep opening that her fingers had discovered. Her tanned cheek with the little dark mole, a beauty spot, rested on Jill's palest flesh at the top of her inner thigh, and her tongue tasted the forbidden fruit. 

Jill sighed and cooed, and whispered her joy and love for her lovely girl. She writhed and sighed, and rested her hand on Penny's head and slowly became louder and sharper and higher pitched in her breathing and her cries, and I watched as her eyes closed and her head went back and she bit her lower lip, and her body tightened and then with a great sigh she went loose and shook. And Penny crawled back up over her, drawing two lines of fire with her nipples across Jill's skin, and took her mouth to share the taste of her coming. 

They kissed for an age, and Jill began to respond again, to hug and caress Penny. I saw her hand run down over Penny's heavy breasts and her soft stomach and move with outstretched finger into the dark patch of hair that covered her pussy, and on into the unseen place between her thighs, and Penny's back arched as she was penetrated. 

Hips and hand and lips and breasts all moved in synchrony as Jill brought her lover to pleasure. I expected to watch her make Penny come, but as I sat with eyes wide and cock upright, Jill beckoned to me with her free hand. I stood and stepped to the bedside, and Jill took my cock and pulled it, and me, towards Penny's hip. I understood, and moved up onto the bed, between Jill's knees and Penny's ankles, and let my cock touch the back of Jill's hand. She took it, and began to rub it up and down Penny's slit, coating me with her arousal. Then I pressed forward, opening her up, filling her up, taking her for only the fourth time in her life, with the only cock she had ever felt inside her. 

I loved looking down at her as she pushed herself back on me, and I heard her make a noise in her throat that spoke of satisfaction, desire, longing and lust and fulfilment. And then she gasped, and I felt her body clench around my cock, as Jill began to rub her clitoris and squeeze her nipples and suck on her tongue and demand her attention, her orgasm, her utter surrender. 

Penny gave it all. I hardly moved except when the tension in my legs demanded it. I just held her hips and kept pressed deep into her, and enjoyed the waves of vibration from Jill's fast fingers and the responding spasms of Penny's body. 

It was wonderful, but frustrating. To be inside her as she came felt fantastic, and seemed a privilege, but it left me wanting more, especially when Penny fell forward onto Jill, pulling off me, and gasping for Jill to stop, and just hold her. 

I wanted to plunge back into her, pull her firm round ass cheeks apart to reveal her dark hair-fringed slit and just sink into the warm depth of her tight body, squeeze all of me inside her, shaft her and take her again and again, come in her, forcing myself hard against her back, gripping her to me, squeezing the breath from her as I filled her. 

But better yet, there beneath her was Jill, naked, pale skin and light brown bush, pink folds of wet pussy, smooth thighs parting at my touch, legs lifting, pussy tilting up to meet my cock as I leaned forward, sliding in smoothly, Penny's slippery juices mixing with her own, taking me all the way into her tight and soon pulsing passage. Jill was hugging Penny, and sucking her nipples, but as my movements became larger and faster and I had to lean my weight on Penny's back, Penny moved away, lying beside us and kissing Jill as I lay on top of her, and was able to enjoy the full length of her supple body. 

I took possession of Jill. Penny leaned back to watch us, and stoked my back and pushed down on me as I pushed into her friend. Penny took Jill's hand, but I was focussed on Jill, how her body felt beneath me, around me, in my hands and on my lips, her legs and arms against mine, her breasts on my chest, her tongue in my mouth. I heard her breathing become shallow and then her gasps become deep, her throat straining and little grunts and sighs indicating her arousal. I wanted her to come, but I was fast approaching my own climax, and her writhing beneath me was giving me no option. I threw my head back and sucked in air, and roared as I felt that tension in my balls reach the point of explosion, and I pumped my come into her, crying to a god I don't believe in, calling her name that I adored, professing a love that was certain and as hot as our sweat-slick flesh.

It sent her over the edge. She grasped my waist, her hips pulsed her pussy against me, and she told me she was coming, and she loved me, and that I was her handsome man. I felt her grip me tight inside her and her thighs lock on me as she cried out and her back arched and her beautiful face was crumpled in ecstatic agony, and my cock was squeezed in waves of pleasure as she jerked beneath me, impaling herself on me. 

As she relaxed and went soft and lay with eyes closed and lips parted, breathing deeply, I kissed her and stroked her, and kissed Penny, and said "Isn't she beautiful when she comes?"

Penny smiled and replied in a soft low voice filled with love "She's always beautiful. But yes, it is wonderful to see her doing that."

Jill pulled her to kiss her, and my watch went 'beep'. 

I groaned. Jill kept kissing Penny. I pulled out of Jill, my soft cock feeling cold as it was exposed to the air again. "We had best get dressed." I said, reluctantly. 

Jill looked up at me. "You dress, go downstairs, we'll not be long, but if Mum arrives say we are getting changed, ready to go out."

So I rose and dressed, and watched them kissing. Penny went down to lick Jill out, drinking my come and her wetness, and drawing my fiancée to another orgasm, as they moved into a sixty-nine, Penny on top, as I went out the door. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 08



Jill's mum arrived fifteen minutes later. I called up the stairs to let them know. I ended up in the kitchen chatting to Mrs Wyatt for nearly half an hour before we heard footsteps on the stairs and giggling. The pair appeared in the kitchen door, in blouses and just-above-knee-length skirts, hair put up and light make-up, although Penny's lips were a deeper red than Jill's which suited her skin wonderfully. I couldn't help wondering what they were wearing beneath what could be seen. 

"Sean said you were getting ready to go out, but he didn't know where you are going?" said Mrs Wyatt with a raised eyebrow. 

"We have been invited to a sort of party at The Homestead. Jo got her driving test today, so she is celebrating by going out to not have a drink," said Jill

"Ah, that's why you said we could go past my house so I could change out of uniform," I said. "When do we have to be there?" 

"Oh we can have tea here, but we need to dash straight after," said Jill, "So don't worry you'll have plenty if time to tell Dad all about your new shock absorbers. That's him now, why don't you go and chat in the family room and we'll help Mum with tea." 

So I got to talk cars and accountancy with her father for what felt like an era, and I sat at dinner facing the man, trying not to think about what I had been doing and seeing that afternoon, with his daughter (who kept touching my leg with hers) on one side, and our lover (who was also playing footsie and who dropped her hand in my lap when no one was looking) on the other. I'm sure I blushed continuously. 

At my house I brought the girls in to say hello to my parents while I ran upstairs to change. It was odd to introduce Penny. In a previous life she had been my girlfriend, and my mother and father had been almost as disappointed as me when we broke up. Now she was brought in as a friend, although she was so much more for both Jill and me, and we couldn't say any of it. 

At the Homestead Inn there was a crowd. It was a pub in the country, known as a meeting place for bikers, rally drivers, boy racers and back road rakers: anyone with a need for speed who could drive out the country roads from Belfast. It also had a disco upstairs. 

I'm not a great dancer. I just don't have the rhythm. But I know that dancing is foreplay. Always. Except with your granny. So I took lessons, and at discos I dance. When all my mates are hanging back at the bar being 'manly' and the girls are dancing by themselves, I can pick any girl in the room and have her in my arms in ten minutes while the macho boys look on and seethe with jealousy they cannot voice. 

Even being not very good at it has advantages - girls love to try to teach me, which often means more hands on and personal interaction than mere dancing in a disco would suggest. So that night I danced. Of course I danced with Jill, often, and with Penny, but I danced with the acidly beautiful Jo, who was surprisingly sensuous and lithe, Seana, Shauna, Kim, Kate, Ali, another Penny, two Jenny's, a Liz and both of the Ball sisters (whose brother went to school with me. They were nicknamed 'Ophelia' and 'Agrippa', but they were really Caitlin and Susan). 

Toward the end of the night I left my partner of the previous dance, a pouting Kim who I think had hoped I would stay with her since a slow track had come on, and went to where Penny and Jill had been dancing together. It was a moment of heart wrench. They both wanted to dance with me, and with each other. But convention required Penny to leave Jill with me alone, since the world thought of us as a couple, and did not know of our socially radical arrangement. 

I felt the dreadful pull on my emotions, but I was saved by the sudden appearance of a shy young man called Cameron. He stepped up to the girls on the other side as I approached and said "Could I have this dance?" to Penny. 

I don't think he caught the wistful glance she gave Jill and me, but she accepted and they whirled slowly away. 

Jill was a lovely dancer. She made me look good, and she smelled good too. We flowed into the rhythm. 

At the end, as we kissed, soft and slow, but then she nudged me and broke off and said "Over there!"

We turned, and there was Penny, firmly attached to Cameron's lips. "Well, well," Jill said. "What do we do now?"

"I think she can cope. We can hang around at our table, she'll come over when she wants to."

It took a while. The dance floor cleared as the music ended, and Penny went with the boy to his table, but as people started to leave the disco she came over, by herself. Cameron waved bye-bye to her as he went past with his friends. 

"Ready to go?" she said breezily. 

We went to the car, and Jill got on the back, making Penny sit in the front, beside me. "Okay, tell all." Jill commanded. 

"Not much to tell. Nice dancer, nice kisser, seems a nice guy. Gave me his number, I didn't give him mine. I don't think I'll call him though."

"Why not, if he's nice?" I asked. "I don't really know him, but I've met him before, he seemed ok to me, a bit shy, but a good bloke, I think."

"Chemistry, darling. I thought it would be nice to check if I still liked kissing boys, and it was, but, well, it's not as nice as you or Jill."

I laughed. "Last time I looked I was a boy."

Penny said in serious voice "No Sean, you aren't. Jill is right. You are a man. A beautiful young man, but a man all the same, not a boy. When you kiss me you mean it, and you know what you want. Boys don't kiss like that."

"But you know what he wanted anyway," said Jill "I saw the bulge in his trousers."

They both laughed. Then Penny said "Can you imagine what he would have been like if he saw what I had on under this skirt?"

"Or if he had seen you this afternoon?" said Jill

"Or you, Darling. I bet he would have exploded!" Penny giggled. 

"Whoah! Whoah! Back up a moment!" I interrupted. "Back to the what you are wearing bit. What are you wearing under that skirt that would have got the boy so turned on?"

Jill laughed "Well I bet he would have come in his jeans if she lifted her skirt whatever she was wearing."

Penny laughed "True," and went on, "but if he saw this ..." she said as she showed me what she was wearing. 

Hold ups, not stockings or tights, exposing her bare thighs, and between than a lace thong, barely containing her bush. Very pretty. Very sexy. Very tempting. 

"Hmmn, yes. Poor guy would have had a heart attack." I smiled. 

"God I wish we had somewhere private to go." said Penny. "I do so want to get naked with you both, and sleep with you again, like before."

Jill crooned "I know honey, but you can sleep with me. Although no playing and making noises. But tomorrow, maybe we can do something."

I spent the rest of the journey home stroking Penny's naked thigh above the stocking top, and sometimes pressing against her pussy as she sat open legged, and Jill reached from behind to play with her breasts. We were already late, the disco had run on a little, and we knew Jill's parents would be waiting up for her, so we couldn't stop in a lay-by and properly get serious, but at Jill's urging Penny started rubbing herself, and brought herself off as we drove down the Malone Road. 

I was still hard by the time I got home, having dropped the girls off, (after some serious but short goodnight kisses) and driven the few miles to my house, thinking about the orgasming girl in the front seat beside me. 

We had arranged that I would go over to Jill's the following afternoon. I spent the morning on the MG, and was pleased with my progress. It would be ready for the end of the exams, and I had a plan for a celebration. 

The Wyatts were out. Golf. At least three hours, and so when I arrived the girls were already a little flushed and part undressed. I was led into the bedroom and pushed onto the bed, stripped and overwhelmed in moments. Penny was sucking my cock, Jill was sitting on my mouth, pulling her tee-shirt over her head so I could reach up and play with her nipples. Then I felt Penny climb over me and take me inside her, pressing herself down on my cock, settling her pubic bone against mine, squeezing her clitoris between us. She moaned and said "Oh gosh, I wanted this so much. Oh I've wanted your cock in since we danced last night."

Jill laughed "What about Cameron's cock, wouldn't it have done?"

Penny moaned again as she lifted herself and dropped hard down on me. "No. I wanted Sean's. Although I keep thinking about Mike's as well. Oooh, that was nice!"

The idea of Penny and Mike had made my cock twitch. Penny knew exactly what had happened. "You like that idea Sean? Want to see me playing with Mike? You said he had a big one, and I keep wondering about it."

Jill lifted herself up so I could talk. "Yes, it is much longer than mine."

Jill swung off me and turned to Penny, who continued her slow, deep, rise and fall. "I thought you said you didn't fancy him?"

"Well, I don't like him as much as Sean. And I think he was going out with me just because he wanted sex. But I do like him, he is a nice enough guy, and while I don't have the buzz about him that I have for you two, I could have sex with him, just to try out that big cock. It could be fun. Maybe we could invite him over sometime? Or all go round to his house again?"

"All of us?" said Jill, sounding dubious. 

"Wouldn't you like to watch? Like before, only a bit more?" said Penny. 

"Maybe. I love watching you, but I'm not sure I want him to see me. And if we all end up nude he might get ideas about playing with me too. I'm not on for that." said Jill. 

"That can be arranged." said Penny between strokes. "He can have me but you don't have to undress, just kiss with Sean."

"Maybe. But just now, let me watch you with Sean," said Jill, and she covered her mouth with a deep kiss. I saw her squeeze Penny's breasts, and her hand wander to part the hair on her mound, to find the sweet wet spot in the furrow beneath. I lay back and enjoyed the show, and the feeling of Penny's body grasping my erection. Again I sighed and thought how beautiful they were. 

I thought how beautiful Penny would be if she was riding Mike, and noted that I didn't feel jealous at all at that thought. How would I feel if Jill wanted to do that? Jealous. A little jealous. But if she wanted it, and I gave her that, it would be with me and for me. I would be part of it, and she would be beautiful to watch. But I still had a hint of jealousy at that idea.

How strange, to feel so different about these girls. But then, I had fallen out of love with Penny in a different life, and that shadowed this one. But I was falling back in love with her now, and she was still as pretty, still as sexy, still as good to have riding on my cock as before. Her pussy was clinging to me, sucking me, flooding me with her juices, as she began to orgasm and her hips began to buck and Jill pulsed her finger, and smothered her cries with hard kisses. 

Jill helped her lie down beside me as her quivering slowed down, and I kissed Penny as Jill first sucked my cock clean and then mounted me herself. She rode me gently, but I wanted something else, so I pulled her down to me and rolled her over. We ended up right on the edge of the bed, and I had one leg on the floor as I pressed hard into her and began a swift cycle of deep shafting. I loved the way Jill gasped or grunted as each stroke hit home, and how her sounds became higher pitched, her hands gripped me tighter and her legs spread and clasped me alternately. I was going to come inside her, and she was coming around me. 

We talked afterwards about Mike. Penny was keen although Jill didn't want to go naked with him and didn't want to play with him. "More than happy to watch, but not to touch."

We agreed to try to set it up on Monday. 

Which was some compensation for Penny not being able to join us for Sunday lunch with Grandma. 

She was good about it. 

She understood. 

But we all knew it hurt. 

In school on Monday I asked Mike if he was busy, and if his house was free that afternoon. 

"Why?"

"Because I may be able to arrange a rather nice surprise for you. So how about it?

"No. My aunt is staying this week."

"Bugger. Don't worry, I'll work on it."

I met the girls as arranged after school, and they were most disappointed. Jill had been a little anxious, as well as excited, but Penny has been distracted and edgy all day. She confessed to not having slept well. And now she was disappointed, frustrated and horny. We had nowhere to go. 

I drove us out to the country, up onto the Dundonald hills, to a forest park at Craigantlet, and up to the far end of the car-park. 

"Sean, if you are thinking of doing anything with both of us in this car then just how do you think it will work? Its not exactly roomy, and even with the seats reclined it is going to be a bit of a crush." said Jill. 

"Simple. You two get in the back, and leave the passenger seat forward. I'll stay on watch in the front." I said. 

"While we..." said Jill

"Yes." I said, "while you..."

"What about you then?" asked Penny

"I'm fine. And maybe I'll get to play a bit. But I'd love to watch you two, and you both need it, so..."

Jill kissed me. It was a long, slow, deliberate kiss, and she held my face in both hands. Then she looked in my eyes and said "I don't know if you are just generous or actually quite kinky. But either way, you are lovely. And I think you should kiss Penny." With that she turned and got out of the car, and took off her coat and blazer, and lifted the passenger seat forward so she could get in the back. 

While that was going on Penny said "Good idea," and leaned forward to kiss me. It was a little awkward, but very nice. Her lips were fuller and her tongue was firmer than Jill's, and she kissed with a different feel of rhythm and meaning. She broke off as Jill climbed in beside her, and the girls were soon embracing and kissing in the confined space of the back seat. 

There was urgency but no rush about their lovemaking. I mostly watched, regularly taking a sweep of the outside to see that we were not disturbed, although at one point I was able to add to the general melee in a positive fashion. Penny was sitting with her tights and knickers round her ankles, knees wide and blouse open, head thrown back on the parcel shelf, with Jill kneeling on the floor, tongue dipping into the sweet honey flower between Penny's thighs. That put Jill's bottom in reach beside me, so I ran my hand over her smooth curves and between her thighs, and slipped a finger inside her. I let my thumb rest on the opening of her ass, and simply followed Jill's movements as she licked her girlfriend to a noisy climax. 

They kissed languidly after Penny came, and gradually became more animated as Jill sought to take her to a second peak, but Penny moved to return the pampering, displacing my finger with her own, and making Jill cry out instead. 

And all the while I watched them and marvelled at my fortune, and wondered how I could stay that lucky. 

As she cradled Jill's head against her breast Penny looked up at me though her tousled fringe and said gently "What are you thinking, lover?"

"That I now understand why the yanks build such big cars. That I'm going to have to change my plans. The MG doesn't even have a proper back seat."

She smiled. 

Tuesday was spent house hunting. I made an excuse, having picked up the girls and dropped them off with an agent, arranging to pick them up and drop them home later. I went to another agent and we looked at houses for sale. The girls didn't see any flats they liked, and quite a few they utterly hated. I saw one potential house, and I made arrangements for Wednesday, to view with Jill. 

The estate agent was a bit diffident at first. Showing houses to school kids in their uniforms is unusual. I had made it easier for him by saying that my parents wanted to buy me a house for going to university, and that they wanted me to do the legwork before they came and gave the final approval. He smirked when he saw me with Jill the next day. I knew just what he was thinking. Of course he was right.

We saw six houses in two hours. I was impressed with Jill's reaction. She had been brought up in a detached Victorian mansion, five bedrooms, big garden, all well maintained and tastefully decorated. 

These houses were Victorian or Edwardian terraces, with either no front garden at all, the door opening right onto the pavement, or at most a tiny area of a few feet. Behind them was the back yard, a high-walled concrete-floored space with a door leading out to the back alley. The biggest of the houses was about twenty five feet wide. The smallest was fourteen feet wide. Way too cramped. They were all in poor decorative state. 

Jill saw past that. She quickly learned how much various improvements would cost, and how long they would take. By the end of the day we had a short-list of two, including the one I had picked out the day before. And then the agent, who was much more amenable, and had realised we were serious punters who knew what to look for, said "I have another house you might want to look at."

It was on Ulsterville Avenue, a huge semi-detached house set back from the street. There was a fair sized front garden, a garage and drive, and as much garden again at the back, very private with high walls and hedges and trees. It was on three stories with a return, potentially six bedrooms, three reception plus kitchen, and the rest. It had been divided in three flats, but the whole house was up as one unit for sale because it didn't meet the new fire regulations for flats, and would take a fair amount of money to fix up. 

It was more expensive that the others, but it was a bargain. 

We bought it. 

Okay, it wasn't that straightforward. There were surveys and finance to arrange, I had to seek a mortgage because it was more than I had in cash at the time, and guarantors had to be sought (although my father was more than willing), and solicitors and then builders and electricians, and plumbers all got involved. But it was a hell of an investment, and I could expect to cover the mortgage in rent. 

We were able to complete the contract in six weeks, and I had builders lined up. The plan was to return it to being a single house but update it so that it could be easily made into flats again if I wanted, and restore some of the nicer original features. It needed rewired, new window frames, (double glazed but in mahogany) three bathrooms and a serious overhaul on the kitchen. But while all that was being done the little bedsit flat in the return was left untouched. It had a tiny shower room with a loo, a little kitchenette, and a generous room which had been a bedroom/sitting room. It became our haven. 

But that is jumping forward. 

We had of course the issue of what to tell Penny. Our relationship was changing and deepening. Honesty has always seemed the best policy to me, and I hate deception anyway. So on Thursday I sat her down and told her all about it as we drank coffee in the café that I half owned. She was quite unsurprised. 

"Why would you think I'd not believe you? You work hard, you are way more grown up than anyone I know, you are just smarter than anyone. You just know things. It makes sense. But don't worry, for starters, I'm after your body, not your cash, and secondly, I won't tell anyone, because it isn't their business."

"There is one thing though. If I buy this house I had intended to rent it out. Share the house with some other students, but take rent to pay the mortgage. Now, well, we all want to live together, but the mortgage still needs paid."

"What is Jill going to do?" Penny asked. 

"We talked about joint ownership. She suggested that her parents would pay rent for her on a flat, but not a mortgage, which is weird, but there you go. So we thought she would rent. I told her I didn't think it was fair, but she insisted - she said she would get a flat elsewhere and I could get someone else to pay rent and share the house."




If I Knew Then... Ch. 08



Penny laughed. "You want to give her ownership, but she won't take it? You want to give me ownership?"

"Part. If you pay your part of the mortgage."

Penny shook her head. "If we are all still together after Uni, and we have a life ahead sorted out, then we can start making twenty five year commitments. But until then, Jill is right - this was your plan, not our idea. You are doing it, organising it, paying the deposit and so much more. I'll pay rent. But my parents will want me to have my own locking door."

When Jill arrived there were excited kisses, since she had not said anything to Penny before. We arranged to view it again the following day. 

So on Friday we three went to Ulsterville and agreed that it would work, although it meant making it in flats so Penny and Jill would each have their own doors, and little kitchens, but that was okay. After all, who would know how we actually lived together. 

And then I told the girls I had a surprise. Mike's parents were accompanying his Aunt to England for a family do. We had his house for the weekend starting in the morning, if we wanted. The question was, did we want it?

"We couldn't stay overnight," said Jill. "My parents would be very against that. I mean, I could insist, pull the 'I am 18' card, and they would give in, but the hassle... And they would expect me back for church..."

"Yeah," said Penny. "Same with my folks. Also, maybe we wouldn't want to stay, even if we went for the afternoon or evening. I have to go out with Mum in the morning, so it has to be after lunch. But if it doesn't work out we might want to leave after half an hour anyway."

"Okay, no problem, but I'll collect everyone after lunch, but just to check, Penny, do you want to go over at all?" I asked. "I haven't told Mike that you want to take him to bed, I haven't even told him you would be coming. I just said I had a surprise, and needed time at his place without parents, so he doesn't know what it is, although I hinted he would like it."

Penny looked at both of us, and then nodded. "If you will come with me. I don't want to go alone."

Jill said "Okay. But like I said, I'm not sure about undressing in front of Mike. But maybe, if things go okay and you are happy enough Penny, Sean and I could get some time away from Mike, if you wanted to be alone with him. Or he would leave us three alone. What do you think, Sean?"

I nodded. "I think we can work it out as we go."

Saturday morning I spent some time working on the car, getting very greasy, and even more time on scrubbing thoroughly. I collected Jill at 2.00, Penny at 2.20, and we arrived at Mike's at 2.40.

He was surprised.

Penny had 'dumped' him a few weeks before. She had told him she didn't want to go out with him because she didn't feel she loved him, and she was pretty sure he didn't love her. He had been a bit upset, but not much. More frustrated that suddenly the prospects of a sex life had vanished. Penny was the first girl who let him kiss her nipples and she let him put a hand up her skirt, and then go down on her, albeit with her knickers still on. Things had been heating up fast (too fast for Penny) and Mike had thought it was going to get hotter, when it all went cold. 

So it was a little awkward when he opened the door and saw Jill and Penny with me. "Hi Mike, fancy a game if snooker?" I said. 

Penny said "Hello" shyly, he said "Hi" guardedly, but we all trooped in and I kept it light and breezy, and we set up a game and I handed him a beer, and Jill suggested we play as teams, and so Penny and Mike got paired off. 

Three frames and two beers later Penny suggested a cup of tea, and went with Mike to make it. Jill and I were left in the snooker room. She kissed me the moment the door closed. "My god the tension is excruciating!" she said. "They are both horny as hell!"

"And so are you," I commented, once she let me breathe. A few moments later there was a knock on the door, and Penny popped her head round it. "Sorry to disturb, tea's up in the living room."

They had not been unduly long about making the tea, but there was a subtle change in the pair as they sat together on one sofa. Something must have been said when they were alone. 

Penny poured, and we sipped and chatted, and then Penny quite apropos of nothing turned to Mike and said "I bet you were surprised to see me on the doorstep."

"Well, yeah."

"Well, you know I said I didn't want to go out with you, that I didn't love you and didn't think you loved me and we should call it a day? Well, I have changed my mind a bit. I mean, and I hope you won't be offended by me saying this, but, I don't love you Mike, and I don't think you love me, and I don't want to go out with you. But I do fancy you a bit. Well, more than a bit. And I feel bad that I let you down. Just as things were getting interesting. I backed off. I got a bit scared. But I'm over that now, and I want to make it up to you. Just today. But it is just for today. And you are never to tell anyone else. Because it might not be just today, but if I hear you have told anyone it will never happen again."

Mike looked at her and said "What will never happen again?"

Penny bit her lip, and looked shy for a second, then reached down and pulled at the bottom of her tee-shirt. In one swift smooth movement she drew it off, and said, "This." And she leapt on him. 

It was a full-on snog. Mike didn't complain. He had been goggle eyed when she lifted her tee-shirt and so quickly and gracefully whipped it over her head and threw it aside. He hardly had time to take in the sight of her pretty blue bra with the red bows on it. But he joined in as she started pulling at his shirt, and when she began to undo her skirt and shuffle it off he helped. 

Jill had laughed when Penny launched her attack. Then, as Penny started removing more clothes, Jill got up and went to close the curtains, carefully leaving a little gap for light at the top of them, so we could see what the others were doing, before she returned to me and said "Well, handsome man, are you inspired by the view?"

I took her to me and kissed her softly, and stroked her body, and we lay on the sofa together so we could embrace and watch over Penny and Mike at the same time. 

Mike was really too busy to register us. So while we kissed and caressed, we spent most of the time watching and sometimes whispering. I fell into a pattern of copying what Mike's hands were doing, once he had realised that his hands could do as they pleased. But Jill had said that she wasn't taking off her clothes in front of Mike, or at least, she might, but she would decide what and when, so my caresses were not quite as intimate as the ones Penny enjoyed. 

Penny was already down to knickers and stockings and bra, and had stripped Mike's shirt and was working on his trousers. Mike couldn't believe it all. A month ago he had to be so slow and cautious with Penny, and the idea of him getting his trousers off was well out there in dream territory. Penny had been shy, needing to be coaxed. Now she was unthinkingly kneeling over him in her quite skimpy underwear, pulling his shoes and socks off, and moving to drag his jeans off as well. He lay back on the couch in nothing but his underpants, and she climbed on top of him, full length, semi naked, pressing her crotch against his obvious bulge, and kissing him deeply as she stroked and gripped his muscular arms and chest. 

"Ooh, you feel nice naked Mikey. I like your bare skin on mine. Hmmn, I think I need to be wearing less," Penny said, and sat up to undo her bra. Mike grinned as she threw it aside, and he reached up to hold her breasts, and rub her erect nipples. She almost purred. Then Mike craned his head up to reach them with his lips and she cradled him as he sucked on each nipple in turn. 

I was now spooned behind Jill, who was pressing back against me as I gently fondled her breasts beneath her shirt. I had loosened the bra so I could smooth over her bare skin and hard nipples, and she had one hand behind her, holding the bulge of my erection, squeezing me back. 

"I'd bet thirty seconds more before she pulls his pants off," I whispered as Penny groaned and her body flexed against Mike. 

Jill giggled an said "No bet, but will she just ride him or suck him?"

"Either way he won't last a minute," I answered. 

Jill slipped her hand inside my trousers and underpants, cradling my cock, as Penny reached behind her and did the same to Mike. 

His body went rigid. Penny had to press her nipple back to his lips to get him to suck it again, as she began to slowly wank him. 

She was quickly working him into a frenzy. "She might not have time to get his pants off," said Jill. 

But Penny realised what effect she was having on Mike, and let go of him. She let him fall back on the cushion and said "You okay Mike?"

He grunted "Uh huh," and panted for a moment. 

"Okay then," said Penny and she climbed off him. She gave glance at us as she turned round, and the wicked smile she flashed made Jill giggle. Then she turned to Mike and said "Let's get these off you then," and pulled his underpants down. 

"Oh, my goodness!" said Penny. "Mikey, it's enormous!"

She took a step back, and we could see. Nine inches of pale cock with a very pointed and bright pink tip, surrounded at the base with a soft blonde bush. It wasn't any thicker than mine, but it was a good three inches longer, and in comparison it was quite shockingly huge. 

Mike was half embarrassed and half proud. Penny reached out for it with more hesitation than she had exhibited before, saying "Oh my goodness, Mike. You are beautiful. And so long. Oh, and so smooth and silky soft, and oh, you smell good." She was holding him straight up, and it did look enormous. 

Jill very quietly whispered "I didn't believe you, but my god!" 

Mike didn't hear her because he was too busy making a surprisingly high pitched noise as Penny popped her lips over his tip, sucked him hard and took him a couple of inches deep, and then pulled off him with a smacking sound. 

"And you are delicious, too," She said, with the most wickedly cute smile.

Mike made a little croaking noise, and now looked at her speechlessly. So Penny sucked him again. She took a little more in her mouth this time. It was his first blow job. He was barely able to breathe.

"Hmm, very delicious. Are you okay Mike? Do you mind me sucking your cock?" she said with coquettish glee. 

Mike managed to say "No. Its nice."

"Just nice?" Penny teased. "You don't like it that much then? Will I stop?"

"No!" said Mike in a panic. "It's very nice. Lovely. I really like it. Please don't stop."

"So you want me to suck it? Yes?" she said, absently stroking his foreskin up and down over the wet tip. "If you want me to, then all you have to do is ask."

"Please Penny, I want you to suck it."

"Suck what?" she teased, and wanked his foreskin up and down as she said it. 

"Oh, please, suck my dick, Penny!"

She did. She sucked him and wanked him, and he lay back and groaned. He stared at her, and gasped when she licked down his shaft and kissed his balls. I don't think he had even heard of a girl doing that, never mind having any idea how good it would feel. Then she came up to suck him again and wanked him another few strokes. 

It was too much for Mike. He went wild. With every stroke she made he was panting and grunting and leaping and clutching at her head. She speeded up, and sucked harder. He hardly knew what was happening to him as he came in her mouth, whimpering and jerking, and she pulled up from the base to squeeze the come out of him as she sucked him dry. 

Penny looked around at us for a second, and gave a satisfied smile as she let him fall back at rest, once she had wanked him a few times to make him jerk, and cry out, and run out of breath. Then she climbed up to lie on top of him, and held him and kissed him. It had taken about two minutes. I don't think Jill had breathed the entire time. 

I whispered in her ear "He lasted longer than I expected."

She breathed out. "My god. Did you see that?"

"Yes. I watched very closely as she sucked him off. Our girlfriend is very good at that, and looks so sexy with a cock in her mouth."

Jill turned to face me. "It's huge. Do you think she's going to try putting that in her? It'll never fit!"

I laughed "I think she'll try."

Jill wriggled and laughed back, and laughed more when she felt me press against her. "Oh, Darling, you poor thing, all trapped in there. Do you want me to do what Penny just did?". 

I imitated Mike. "Uh-huh." 

Jill laughed. She was just beginning to work on my belt when there was movement across the room. Penny was sitting up, straddling Mike. 

"How you doing, Mikey?"

He answered in awed contentment, "I think I'm doing great."

She said laughingly "Actually, I think you are being done 'great' and it's time you did some doing. I think you should take me to bed. This sofa isn't the best spot for what I want to do next."

"Next?" Mike said with fear and hope. 

"Next," said Penny, pushing herself down against Mike's semi hard cock and rubbing back and forward. "If you are up for it?"

She swung off him and held out her hand to pull him up. As he took it and she pulled she turned to us. "You two are coming up with us, yes?"

Jill said "If you need company."

"Please," said Penny. 

Mike looked a bit confused (a look he often wore) but went with the flow (a tactic he often adopted). Penny lead the way, holding Mike's hand as she wiggled her way up the stairs, wearing nothing but her stockings and tiny panties. Her bottom was mesmerising Mike as it moved in front of him. 

In the bedroom she stepped up onto the bed and turned to face Mike, her panties not quite at his eye level, but tantalisingly close. Jill paused at the doorway with me behind her, but Penny, balancing with one hand on Mike's head, beckoned her in. We stepped forward and round the bed, and Penny said "Why don't you guys get in together?"

So we helped each other off with shoes, and Jill decided to strip me of my trousers, as Penny stood and held Mike's head in both hands, and looked down into his eyes. 

"Have you ever taken a girl's stockings off, Mike?" she cooed. "No? Well first you have to undo the clips. They work like this, okay?"

Mike nodded when he saw what she did, and went to work on the other three clips. "Now you can pull them down but be gentle, don't tear them. That's good, and the other one. Now I don't need the belt, here let me turn round so you can undo the clip."

Penny turned towards us and stuck her bottom out at Mike. We had already seen that her knickers were as skimpy behind as they were in front, and Mike had run his hands over her almost entirely naked bottom before, but the look on his face was worth seeing. Penny's smile was wicked, and she winked at Jill as she bent a little forward, making her breasts jiggle in front of us. Jill reached out and touched Penny's cheek in a tender moment, and Penny kissed her fingers quickly before straightening up and turning back to Mike, who had not seen that gesture. He had been too busy looking at Penny's bottom, and the cleft between her thighs that was barely concealed by the tiny knickers. 

Jill slipped into the bed, still fully dressed, although she had removed her bra through the sleeve of her tee shirt. I gave it a moment's consideration and pulled off my tee shirt, so I was now just in my underpants as I quickly slid in beside her and on top of her, and kissed her warmly as her hand found my cock once more. 

I thought we would ignore the others for a moment, but then I heard Penny say "Please Mike, would you kiss me there," and Jill looked up at her to see what was happening. So did I. Mike had his face buried between Penny's thighs, kissing her through her knickers. Penny sighed. Then she said "Please Mike, would you do that, but take my panties off first?"

Mike pulled his head back, and looked up at her, joyously. "Okay, if you're sure."

"Yes please."

He turned his gaze to her crotch, and reached out to take the sides of her panties. His face as he slowly pulled them down was almost funny to watch. Full of concentration, excitement, uncertainty, lust, reverence, a measure of disbelief, and a heap of victorious pleasure. His eyes were like saucers as her hairy mound came into view, and she parted her thighs just a little to let him pull the knickers away from her wet and sticky slit. He carried on staring at her naked pussy as his hands carried on pulling the unwanted cloth to her ankles, and she lifted each foot in turn to let him slip them off. She was naked in front of him, and he was naked at her feet. He took a breath, and leaned in gently, slowly, to place a kiss on her well rounded mons, then another slightly lower, then she parted her thighs and pulled his head to her and he tasted her naked slit for the first time. 

Of course Penny couldn't stay standing for very long once his tongue touched her clitoris and dragged back the hood, even though Mike was grasping her bottom with both of his huge hands and holding her up.

She began to sink at the knees, and Mike lowered her down. Penny lay back across the bed so her head was leaning against Jill's thigh, although it was beneath the covers. She opened her legs, giving Mike his first close up look at a girl's fully exposed pussy, and she said "Oh, Mikey, do it again!" 

I watched as he dipped his head, tongue out, to lick the length of her slit. He turned sideways to press his tongue-tip inside her, and Penny moaned. I smiled. It was his first real taste of that sweet essence, the first time he had licked a girl out. I knew he would like it, and be good at it.

Jill wanted a better view, so she shuffled from under me, and I rolled off her to spoon her. I cradled one nipple in my hand that came round her shoulder, the other hand resting against the front of her jeans. My head was propped on pillows so I could see and admire Penny's beautiful tanned body laying open across the bed, with Mike's straight blond hair mixed with her dark curls. 

"Put a finger in me," gasped Penny. Mike looked up in surprise. She looked down at him, and said it again, adding, "It's okay, you won't hurt me."

Mike did as he was asked, sliding one long thick finger inside Penny, and then licking her clitoris as she instructed him. "Oh, yes, push it in and out. Oh yes, that's good. Oh, can you get two in?"

Jill whispered to me "I said I wanted to suck you, and I do, but I don't want to miss watching this."

I whispered back "It's okay lover, I'm enjoying the show as well. But I could also do this." I slid my hand into the top of her jeans, but it was too tight to be able to reach very far. Jill fumbled under the covers and loosened her belt, the button and the zip, so I could slide over soft skin into soft hair, and between soft lips to find the softest spot of all. 

We kissed briefly as I stroked her clit, and she breathed deeply each time I rubbed over it. We both heard Penny gasp, and felt her body jerk, and we looked back to where she was writhing on Mike's fingers. 

She was close to coming now. I thought she would let him carry on and lick her and finger her to climax, since she had sucked him off first, but her needs were greater and as so often with Penny when she got close to orgasm she wanted more. 

Jill knew it too, and clutched my hand when she heard Penny say "Oh, enough, enough! Stop! Come up here and kiss me!"

Mike wasn't sure what was happening, especially since Penny began shifting side ways to lie parallel to us. Jill pulled the duvet back, and Penny slipped below it. Her foot ran down Jill's shin and against mine as she opened her legs and drew Mike into her embrace. They kissed, and we could feel her moving her hips up against him. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 08



We couldn't see, but we knew that Mike's long shaft would be on her tummy, the base and his balls between her legs, between her pressed open pussy lips, rubbing her clit. 

I let my hand work on Jill's pussy at the same time, echoing what Mike must be doing. Her breath caught, and fell into rhythm with my movements, which were timed to Penny's breathing as well.

Penny was flushed with passion now, and Mike was getting very aroused by the friction on his cock. His body knew how to move, the rhythm of the old music grabbed his hips. Again Penny neared her peak, and she threw the duvet back. She was gasping and pushed Mike up with a hand on his chest. He stopped moving, looking concerned at her, asking if she was okay, and then his face registered his pleasure as she reached down and took his dangling erection and stroked him gently. 

"I'm fine honey, much, much more than okay. And you are very fine too." Penny crooned. Then she pushed the tip of his cock down to rub it against her pussy. Mike gasped. She flexed and opened her legs wider, and rubbed his tip up and down her slit, opening herself up, coating him with her slippery arousal. "Very very fine, Michael."

She pulled on his cock, making him enter her. 

"Oh my God!" Mike gasped. 

Penny wiggled a little and smiling said "Good, isn't it?"

"Ohmygod!" was all Mike could say, but he did nod his head. 

Penny's smile widened. Her hands were on his hips now, and she pulled him down a little. "That's it Mikey, push it in me a bit more. Hmmm. Now pull back a little, not all of it, oh, yes, in again. Oh yes. Now you're very big Mike, so take it slow going in until I get used to it, no it's okay you aren't hurting me, oh, gosh, that's good, Ohh yes, deeper. Oh god you are huge. Oh hold it, yes, hold still! Okay can you push a little more? Oh let me lift my leg, oh yes! Oh that is so deep, oh, boy that's good. Oh, how much more is there?" 

Mike was looking down between them as he slowly worked his cock deeper into Penny, he looked at her face again and said "Another inch?" with a mix of wonder and worry. 

"Oh my," said Penny. "I can feel you all the way up inside me. Oh but I want to feel your balls against my bottom. Gently now, little bit more, oh, back! Okay, more. And back! Oh more Mike, yes, oh, that's it, oh gosh, oh that's so big, oh hold it there, oh gosh!"

With a final gasp she pulled him hard against her and flexed her hips, and then she gripped his ears and pulled him to kiss him fiercely. "I can feel your balls on me Mikey, I've got you all inside me, all your lovely cock!"

Mike moaned "Oh God, oh that's incredible!"

"Now pull it out Mike, nearly all the way, and push it in. Oh yes, oh that's wonderful, oh keep doing that!"

"Is it okay? Really?" said Mike. 

"Oh. Yeah. Of course its okay. You know what you're doing Mike? What you are doing to me?" Penny asked

Mike almost whispered "This is sex. We're having sex."

"Yes Mike. Is this your first time?"

Mike nodded. Penny said "Well you are very good at it. It's not my first time Mike. I've done this before. And I like it. Lots. And I like the way you are doing it. And I'm on the pill, so I won't get pregnant, and I want you to keep doing it, and if you want to come in me that's fine, I want you to. Okay?"

Mike nodded, and said "Is it okay like this?"

Penny groaned "Oh yes. That's good. Oh yes go as hard as you like, as fast as you want. Its ok, you won't hurt me, oh gosh, yes, do it hard like that, oh Michael. Oh yes, push it deep, oh yes do it Mikey, oh yes, fill my pussy with your lovely cock, oh yes!"

We were less than a foot away from them. As far as Mike was concerned it could have been a hundred miles, but Penny knew we were there. She had my hand tight in hers, and Jill's was wrapped around them both. Then her breathing started to change. She made the first little "Oh" that signalled her approaching climax, and we had to release her hand so she could grip Mike's flanks and drive him into her. Jill held my hand and leaned her cheek on mine as we watched Mike's shaft disappearing into Penny's body, parting her curls, and the inner lips clinging to it as it withdrew, glistening and ready to plunge into her again. I was again holding her breast, and my finger was stroking her pussy, and she was pressing her bottom back against the hard cock in my underpants.

Penny was rocking now, past any chance of coherent speech, her breath a series of gasps and cries as Mike plunged home, her breasts moving in asynchrony as her body thrust against him, her nipples pointed and hard, sweat beading between them, the flush of blood beneath the skin darkening her chest and neck.

When she came she cried out and writhed, and Mike stopped in surprise and shock, and she grabbed his hips and dragged him into her and cried "Don't stop! Harder, harder!"

He started again, and carried on as her orgasm played out, and she looked at him again with intensity, and began to make those little cries again, as she started up the slope to another peak. "Come on Mike, that's it, keep doing me, oh fill my pussy with your lovely cock, come in me Mike, let me feel you come in me, that's it, oh, come on Mike, go for it, come in my pussy, oh gosh, oh yes, oh I can feel it in me, oh you're coming in me, oh yes, Mikey, oh yes!"

He collapsed on her as she continued to pump her hips up against him. I'm not sure that she made it to her second, but she grabbed his face and kissed him hard, and rendered him breathless again, and then let him lie on her and breathe while she hugged him and stroked his back and whispered "Oh my lovely boy. Thank you Mikey, that was lovely, oh you glorious man."

In my arms I had been squeezing Jill, and pulsing my hand between her legs, and now she wriggled round and faced me and kissed me, features flushed, and heart pounding. She breathed in my ear "God I want you, Sean," and then unexpectedly she leapt off me, grabbing my hand and dragging me off the bed. She pulled me out of the room, across the landing and through the nearest bedroom door, holding her jeans up she walked, but stopping by the bed to push them down along with her panties, exposing her beautiful round bottom to me. I fell at her feet to help her remove the clothes, spinning her round as she pulled off her tee-shirt. I was able to kiss her sweetest curls and press my tongue tip to the top of her soft lips as I pulled the jeans free from her right foot, and then went to work on the left.

Jill wriggled, pulled her foot free of the trousers and grabbed my head and pulled me over to the bed behind her. I grabbed her and lifted her by her calves, pushing her shoulders back across the covers, opening her legs a little, finding my cock an inch away from her pink pussy lips, and pressing home, entering her, pushing her back onto the bed with my cock inside her, launching onto her, taking her fast and deep, full of lust.

We kissed and grasped and both of us flexed and thrust, a frantic mutual revelling in our flesh. Skin and hair and lips and sweat, and sweet juices and come and breath all mixed and given, taken, shared and washed away in waves of pleasure that owed nothing to our bodies. We found ourselves wrapped in a tangle of limbs, stuck together, languid and ecstatic, soft kisses and murmurs, lovers again, not quite one, but two so close that I felt her heartbeat. I simply lay there in her warmth, and breathed in her scent, and floated in her sensuous touch.

We rested together for a while, and then found ourselves with faces a little apart, and smiled and shyly touched lips again, and I held her close and breathed her in, and then she stretched like a cat, and looked at me and said "My handsome man, we should rescue our pretty girl."

"Do you really think she needs rescued?" I asked. 

"Well, did leave her in the lurch. We said we would stay with her. I feel bad about that now," Jill said, and kissed me. "Not very bad. And I wouldn't have missed this for anything, and I'm sure she is fine, but..."

We disentangled, and Jill pulled her shirt and underpants back on. She threw her jeans over her shoulder, and took my hand, leading me naked across the landing.

They were naked on the bed, Mike's half erect cock still longer than mine at full stretch, Penny's brown nipples still pointed and crinkled as she lay half on top of him, chin on his chest, looking at him as they talked. She rolled back off him and sat up in a delightfully relaxed fashion, flashing her dark bush and sweeping the hair back from her eyes, giving us a beautiful view of her firm breasts and oh so bite-able neck. 

"Hey guys," she said. "Feeling better now?"

"Sorry Penny, but I had to get Sean alone for a while. Watching you was just too much of a turn on," said Jill sheepishly. 

"Oh don't be silly, darling," said Penny, "Come here!" and she held her arms open. Jill went to hug her in sisterly fashion, but Penny got her in a most un-sisterly kiss. It went on for a second or two, until Jill remembered that Mike was there, and broke off with a glance at him and back to Penny. 

It was Penny's turn to look a bit sheepish, but not much. "Oh Jilly darling, it doesn't matter. I know we agreed not to kiss and so on in front of Mike, but really, it's ok. He won't say anything, because he knows I'll never give him another blow job if he does. And I'm sure he doesn't mind at all."

Jill was still a little huffy. "I mind. I'm sorry Mike, I just do. I just don't feel comfortable about doing some things in front of other people. With Sean, or Penny. And it's not that I'm ashamed either. It's just too personal."

"Hey, it's fine by me," said Mike, who was in such a good mood (for obvious reasons) that it was unlikely he would object to anything. 

But Penny was upset. She went to hug Jill again, but stopped herself. I thought she would cry. Jill saw it too and reached out to her, and they hugged in a less sexual way than before. "Now don't be silly, Penny dear, I love you, you know that," said Jill, in tones that left no doubt. And she kissed her, a loving kiss, not sexy or passionate, but strong and pure. Mike raised an eyebrow. I just smiled. 

"Now Penny, my love, you must be starved. I am. Shall we all go out for dinner?" asked Jill. 

It was a pre-arranged question. It gave Penny the option of escape, getting out of Mike's house and out of further intimacy with him if she wished. Penny was quick to reply though, no thought needed. "I'd like to stay in, if that's okay with you?"

Jill paused for half a beat, and said "Yeah, fine. What shall we order?"

I dressed, and went downstairs with Jill to await the pizza delivery. Upstairs Mike and Penny stayed naked, although they were quiet enough, so we didn't think they were up to much. Jill and I talked. 

We weren't concerned about Penny, but Jill was still wrestling with her thoughts about Mike. I said to her "Are you jealous? About Penny?"

"No. But I wish I felt about Mike more like I do about you. I don't fancy him. I don't want him to see me naked. Or intimate. He's not a bad guy, but I don't know, I just feel wrong about it. I didn't mind before. But now... I don't know. Maybe before when we were all together I was turned on by Penny, and it was because she was there that I ignored Mike. But now I can be with her, and see her without him, so it isn't enough to make me overlook Mike being there."

"Okay, fair enough. I'll get him on his own for five minutes, you can talk to Penny. If she is okay with it we can leave the two of them alone for the evening, and keep our own company here."

"What if she wants us there?" said Jill. 

"Then it's too bad. If she needs us to be with her to be comfortable, and we can't be comfortable with Mike, then it doesn't work. We go home."

She hugged me. 

Pizza arrived, and we got Penny alone as Mike went to the loo to wash up before eating. She was okay about it. "No problem, you guys can have some alone time, and I'm sure Mike and I can entertain ourselves."

So we ate together in the bedroom and Jill and I took the plates away, and left them to themselves. 

We curled up on the sofa, simply talking, kissing and laughing and telling stories, and dreaming of our house, and listening to our girlfriend getting fucked in the bed above us. 

I told Jill of my plan to make the bedsit into a little den for us. We began to plan the decor and layout, and the things we would do, and we spiralled off into places we wanted to travel to, and things we wanted to learn. 

I had to go up and knock on the door at nine, as arranged, and Penny called "Come in."

I opened it, and saw her sitting naked on Mike, who looked up at me in a totally relaxed fashion and said "Hey. Time's up eh?"

"I thought you would want to shower, and since you will want to do it together and that can take a while, I thought you would like an early call. You guys having fun?"

Penny laughed, as she swung off him, flashing her pussy at me. "Don't I look like I'm having fun?"

"I would say you look like a whole bundle of fun," I said, laughing as she came toward me. Then suddenly she was draping her arms around my neck and pressing her naked body against me and looking up at me with pouting lips, and saying "Thank you Sean for helping me have fun with Mike."

She pulled me down to kiss her, and it was a soft and sexy kiss. And then she hugged me and put her head on my shoulder, and whispered "It would have been more fun with you there though, I missed having you and Jill." Then more loudly she said "And thank you for the idea about the shower. I must reek!" and she stepped back and twirled round, and beckoned to Mike. "Come with me you filthy man, let's go and have some good clean fun!"

Mike growled as he got out of bed "Filthy man! I'll show you just how dirty I can be!"

Penny squealed and pushed past me, giggling on her way to the shower. Mike followed, but paused for a beat as he came up to me. He put one hand on my shoulder and took my hand with the other, and looked me straight in the eye and said "I owe you, brother. Thanks." Then he dashed past me to the bathroom. There were lots of growls and squeals as I headed downstairs. 

In the car on the way to drop Penny off we had a conversation about what to do the following day. Penny had told Mike she might come back, if she could get out of a family thing. Of course it was an excuse, so we could discuss things. Jill and I said it was okay if Penny wanted to go alone. She said she wasn't sure. 

"Thing is, well, it was fun. But I've done it now. And that thing of his is just too long. I mean, wow, yes, going slowly in and out all that length is, well, quite something. But when he got excited and a bit less controlled, a couple of times it was a bit sore. I mean, it kind of pokes into you inside."

I squirmed at the thought. Jill's said "I wondered."

"He can't help it if course. But also, to be honest, he isn't very good at it. Oh I'm sure he'll get better, with practice, but really, he doesn't do it for me. Too fast, too slow, too hard, to soft, he stops for no reason, or changes rhythm just as you are getting into it. He's just not you, Sean."

"As ego boosts go, that was a really good one. Thank you Penny," I said. 

"Well, it's true. You listen to my body. I see you with Jill as well - you are in tune. For a musician Mike was totally off key."

"So you don't want to go back tomorrow?" asked Jill. 

"Well... Like I say, he could get better with practice." Penny shrugged. Jill laughed. Then Penny said "But I missed you both. I thought maybe if Sean was with me, he could show Mike how to do it. And the idea of two guys pampering me is attractive. But I don't know."

Jill laughed again. "And you were worried you might be turning into a lezzie! Penny Harty, wants two men at a time. Who would have thought it!"

"And what would Jill be doing while Mike and I are busy with you?" I asked. 

"I don't have to be there at all, do I?" said Jill. "I mean it would be fun to watch, but..."

"Oh, Jill, darling, I wouldn't want you to feel left out. Or uncomfortable. But anyway, no. I don't think I want to tomorrow. Let's not bother. Maybe sometime we'll find another boy we can all play with."

So the next day Penny rang Mike and let him down gently, Jill went to church with her parents, I fitted a fan belt, and we all caught up on homework. 

That evening I drove over to Jill's for half an hour of talking and a goodnight kiss. It was a good evening. I realised, any time I saw her was good.

Tomorrow would be good too.



If I Knew Then... Ch. 09



There will be some readers of this account who have not yet had the pleasure of lying with an eighteen year old girl on a picnic rug, sunbathing naked after making love, occasionally kissing her soft skin, firm breasts, hard crinkled nipples, and willing lips. 

I suspect that even fewer readers will have had shared the experience with the eighteen year old girl's eighteen year old girlfriend. 

Let me recommend,to all those who have not done it: two naked girls, a warm spring day, a bottle of Chablis, and some chicken sandwiches, after a half hour walk through a forest to a secluded rocky outcrop, a squeal inducing climb to the grassy patch on top, and nothing to do but indulge in each other for a couple of hours.

It is a recipe for contentment and de-stressing that has no equal. 

We all needed it. 

Three weeks had passed since Penny had spent the day getting Mike out of her system (almost). Mike was fine about it. He had lost his virginity, and had a really good time, and was left with no commitments. Penny was fine as well - she had a pretty good time, but it made her realise that she actually felt more for Jill and me than she had thought. Which was also good with Jill and myself. So on a personal front life was great. 

But now I was in the the throat of organising to buy a house, and renovate it, finish rebuilding a car, prepare for my exams, and make time for the two girls. 

Not that I am complaining. After all, this version of life is what I would have done if only I had known when I was eighteen what I know at fifty five - so back in 1980 I would have done things differently, and arranging life to be that hectic is just what I would have done. 

Of course I would also have had ten grand on 'Ben Nevis' in the National, at 40 to one. 

So, although the girls didn't know it, as we dallied in naked idyll, I became independently wealthy. In a few minutes I had twenty years worth of my father's income, enough to invest securely and have a comfortable lifestyle and never have to work. I could buy the house we had chosen for cash. I could buy any house I wanted. 

But I didn't tell anyone about that. Even Jill. Because I wanted us to earn our happiness. Weird, I know, but I also know the value of earning things, not just having them. And I know that Jill needed that sense of pride that comes from personal effort. And that is one of the reasons I loved her. 

I also loved the soft hair at the small of her back, almost invisible, almost intangible, but catching the sunlight as I ran my finger down her spine, following the curve, parting her buttocks as she opened her legs, over one soft opening and into the other, spreading her lips, slipping into her warmth, her body's wetness telling tales of the arousal caused by sucking me earlier, by licking Penny's pussy, by riding my cock for a few minutes before giving it up to Penny, and by the work of Penny's tongue and fingers as I took her from behind and watched her bring Jill to orgasm. 

Jill pushed against my hand, two fingers inside her, another running over her clitoris, as she flexed up and back into a kneeling position. She moaned softly, and said "Oh god, Sean, we have to do this more often."

"I second that." said Penny as she moved to slide her head beneath Jill, to kiss her breasts, and I moved to enter Jill the same way that I had just had Penny. "I am beginning to get light-headed in school when I see you. I just want to kiss you and do this and then I want Sean to take me and I keep thinking everyone must be able to read it on my face."

"Oh, honey, I know. God it's a good job we don't do gym together any more. I couldn't resist you in the showers," said Jill. 

The idea made my cock twitch and Jill laughed, and gasped as I used the extra hard rod to push deeper and faster. I could feel Penny's finger rubbing over Jill's clit, and her breathing suddenly changed. 

It was too soon for me to come again, but Jill had no restrictions. As I held her waist and rocked her back against me I could feel her body starting to tighten, and hear a slight rasp on each breath. Penny knew her lover well, could speed her on her way, and did all the right things to give Jill the lift she needed. I heard her taking each nipple in turn, releasing them with great smacking sounds as she pulled her head back and kept up full suction, and I felt the pulsing of her finger on Jill's clit. 

Waves of contractions massaged my cock as Jill cried out and her body shook. She fell forward onto Penny, panting and shaking in the sunlight, pulling off me, leaving my cock bare and glistening. I looked out over the forest towards Belfast Lough, the sun high overhead, a slight breeze cooling me, and couldn't help laughing. 

Jill rolled over and looked up at me, "What is so funny?" she said, a tone of impending offence tinged her voice. 

I smiled, and bent to kiss her. "Not funny, just good. Too good for words, I was looking out there and wondering if anyone in the world was as lucky as me. And you know something? No-one is." I kissed her, and then Penny. 

We drank more wine, and I listened to the girls talk about school and exams and driving lessons, and our new house. I was beginning to doze, but the breeze came up. It began to cloud over. Jill and Penny both had suddenly peaked nipples. I offered to warm them up, but was spurned in favour of bras and blouses and everything else. 

We wandered back through the wood, admiring the bluebells and holding hands. It was interesting to realise that we were utterly comfortable. At one time we would all have been a little giggly, embarrassed after what we had just shared. But now it was a source of quiet peace. A secret shared. 

I turned to Penny. "Darling, are you free tomorrow?"

"Yes, after lunch? Why?"

"Jill has to go to her aunt's. We could hang out."

Penny looked to Jill. "Would that be okay?"

Jill simply laughed, then took her face in her hands and kissed her deeply. "Always, love. Always."

So the following day I collected Penny from her house at 2.00 and we drove into Belfast. I suggested we could go for a walk, maybe the museum, but Penny just looked at me and put her hand on my thigh. "Don't be silly Sean. You said yesterday that your parents are off to Derry today – I presume that means they won't be home until late. I'm here with you to go to your house and make love all afternoon. So don't keep me waiting."

We drove on. 

"Penny, I don't want you to take this the wrong way. I'm very glad you just said that. I very much want to do that. And I am as keen as ever to be with you without clothes, and I am really looking forward to it being just the two of us, because I love Jill, and when she is there I am torn between you two sometimes, and it will be nice to be able to just concentrate on you."

"But..." said Penny, in amused tones. "There is definitely a 'but' coming next."

"But... I don't want you to feel you have to. I mean, if you want to do something else, go somewhere, just drive in the country or go get an ice-cream at the beach, or whatever. I'm not just after your body."

Penny laughed. The hand on my thigh stroked me a little, and she said "But I am after yours. Sean, I like you. Socially. I like hanging round with you. I even find it hard sometimes not being your one and only official girlfriend that you can show off to the world, so I can cling to your arm and let all those girls at school know I love you. And I hasten to add, I want to do the same with Jill. I wish I could just walk into school with her hand in mine, and kiss her when she goes off to a different class. And I would love to spend the day with either of you, or both, being your girlfriend, on the beach or out shopping or at the theatre. And that will happen. People will get to know, or guess, and it will work out. Although how I'll square it with my parents is another thing. But I also want to make love to you, and Jill, every day. I want it so much, and so often we can't. So today we can. So today I will grab that chance. So don't worry darling Sean, I'm not doing this just to please you. Although I rather hope I shall."

I laughed then, at the shy way she had said that last sentence. "Oh, I'm sure you shall. But tell me, not just for today, but so I know and perhaps can arrange things for another time, so you won't get bored with just plain old me, or Jill, have you any fantasies? Things you would like to do, or try, or places you would like to be?"

"Oh." Penny looked surprised. "Well, do you mean with you, or for the three of us?"

"Or just with Jill. Or anyone else for that matter. Anything goes."

Penny blushed. "Well, I have thought about a few things. I really enjoyed yesterday, outside. I have been thinking about the garden at the house. We should arrange a sheltered spot, that can't be overlooked. But anywhere outside, where we wouldn't get caught. And I have always had a thing for doing it on a balcony. Up at the top of a building, a hotel or something, where we couldn't be overlooked."

"Well we might arrange that," I said. "What else?"

"I want one of those vibrator things that were in that girlie magazine. For Jill. Well, for me too, but I want to use it on Jill."

"Okay, I'll see if we can get one."

"And..." she paused, blushing again, then went on in a rush, "I want you to tie me up."

"Really!" I burst out. "Now that sounds interesting."

She was blushing furiously then. "I, I sort of liked it when one time you held my hands while Jill was licking me. I thought it would be exciting if I was held down, and you could do anything to me. And then I thought of being tied. I was watching a film the other night and there was girl who had been kidnapped and tied to a chair, and I thought 'if she was naked what could the bad guys do to her?' as I looked at her, and it made me blush. I just wanted to do that to Jill. And have it done to me."

"Okay, tied to a chair. I used to be a boy scout you know. I'm good at knots."

"Or to a bed. If you like," said Penny. The note of pleading and desire, and a little excited fear, in her voice was quite arousing. 

"With Jill? Or would you trust me to do that to you when we are alone?" I asked, as we turned into the street on which I lived. 

"Oh Sean, I trust you. I always trust you."

"You know that is very flattering," I said.

"I didn't mean to flatter you," she said as she undid her seat-belt and leaned over to me. She kissed me then as we sat in the car in my driveway. "It is just the truth. I trust you Sean. You can do anything to me, with me. Try anything. I'll do anything you want. Anything that turns you on. Anything you think that would turn me on."

"Anything?" I said, with a raised eyebrow. "That gives a boy a lot of scope."

"Anything," she said, with meaningful looks. 

I kissed her and then said. "Shall we take this inside?"

"Oh, yes please, take me Sean." she said, with a grin, and we were out of the car and in the door in seconds.

"This way," I said, leading her up the stairs, across the landing and into my room. I spun her round to face me with her back to the bed, and kissed her again, a long, slow, deep kiss. I let my hands roam across her back and neck and shoulders, into her hair and down to her bottom. Then I helped her slip off her jacket and dropped it onto the bedpost, and took her round the waist, pulling her to me, letting her feel the erection that was pressing painfully in my trousers.

"You see what you do to me " I asked. 

"No, I can't see," she said. "Too many clothes in the way." She reached between us and squeezed the bulge she found there. "Feels good though."

I made a soft grunt as she rubbed up and down, and then I kissed her again. I wordlessly pulled at her blouse, and then unbuttoned it, pushing it off her shoulders to reveal her cream and pink bra that held and displayed the soft golden curves of her breasts. She undid my shirt, and ran her hands over my chest and shoulders, down my arms to feel the muscles that years of car building and woodwork, sailing and rowing and gardening had hardened. 

I cupped her chin and kissed her again as she undid my belt. Then it was my turn to undo the button on the side of her skirt, and the zip, as she undid mine. Her skirt fell to the floor. My trousers needed more assistance, and she knelt to remove my shoes and socks and then my trousers. I was only in my underpants. She was in stockings again, as well as bra and briefs. It was the work of a moment for her to pull mine down and take my cock in her mouth. 

It was a soft and loving kiss, developing in depth and intensity, stronger and harder, taking me deeper, bringing it back until only her lips touched the the very tip, then her soft tongue came forward to swirl around and pursue a line down the front, leading her lips to the base of my shaft, and to plant a kiss on each of my balls before drawing up and taking me deep again. 

I looked down at her in wonder, and was hit by a flashback from my other memory. I knew this scene. Penny half-naked in my bedroom, sucking me off, me coming in her mouth as I stood there. I had done it a hundred times in another life, but this was the first time this time round. I shook the notion from my head, and returned to the new present, just as her tongue snaked between my balls and she stroked my foreskin back up over my tip. 

I groaned, and she gave a very low laugh as she licked each ball in turn. 

"I'll come if you keep that up," I said, croaking. 

"Do you need to lie down?" she asked, and swallowed me again before I could reply. 

My knees were softening. Without taking her mouth off me she slipped off the bed and turned me round, so I could sit on it as she knelt on the floor. I lay back across it as she pushed my legs open and ran her mouth down my shaft to lick my balls again. It was irresistible. 

I felt the tension rise in my cock, and my ass clenching, and I sucked in air and my body rose in an arch, and she grabbed my shaft, pulling me upright in time to get her mouth over me and catch the first jet of come. She sucked me and her head moved up and down as each pulse of my come was milked from my body into hers, and I shook and leapt as she raked her tongue over my cock-head and wanked my shaft. 

I ran out of breath. 

She stopped, mercifully, and when I got enough strength to lift my head I saw her looking at me with soft eyes. "Hi," she said. "You like that?"

"Oh yes."

"Mmm. Me too. You taste lovely," she said, and swirled her tongue-tip on my foreskin, then peeled it back as her lips pressed down and round my semi-hard cock. She pulled back up with a loud smacking noise as she sucked me. "Delicious."

"Have I told you, you are very good at that?" I said. "Olympic potential."

"Ah, but would I compete for Britain, or Ireland or France?" she said, and stood up. "But the real question is, what will I do with you now?"

"Oh I have an idea." I said, sitting up. My head was a level with her bosom, my hands well placed to reach around her and grip her bottom. I pulled her to me, kissing her bra over each nipple, pushing my nose into her cleavage, kissing the soft inner sides of her breasts and across the tops, while my fingers sought the cotton and lace covered cleft between her legs. I kissed her navel and went back to her nipples as one finger found it's way around the material of her knickers and onto soft hair covered flesh, parting her lips, discovering the wetness within. Penny gasped. Then pushed her crotch towards me, opening her legs, letting me enter her more deeply. She arched back, and reached behind her to undo her bra.

Penny's breasts were larger than Jill's, with larger and longer nipples. Smooth and soft and sweet-smelling, they were very responsive to my kisses, and I just loved sucking them. She liked it too. She loved having both sucked at the same time, especially during orgasm. Now she pressed each in turn to my mouth as I pressed two fingers deep into her pussy and rubbed her clit with my thumb. 

I snatched a moment to say "Undo your belt." and returned to licking her breast. When the suspender belt was undone I used it to draw down her stockings, at the same time pushing down her panties, and when I got to her feet I pulled each high heel shoe off as I stripped off the stocking. 

She was naked now, and I lifted her foot up to the bed beside me, and then said "Stand up" as I lifted her with a hand on each hip. She stood, straddling me, on the bed, bringing her pussy to eye level. I pulled her to me, opening her legs, running my nose over her tummy and mons and down to the top of the cleft, pushing my tongue into the opening, licking down and pressing in, dipping into her sweet and juicy lips. She was delicious, and soft, warm and open, and instantly panting with arousal. 

I explored her with tongue and teeth and lips and nose, drinking her in and building up each stroke to catch her breath and give her little waves of sensation that sent her quivering. I looked up as I drew wet circles round her clitoris and could see her nipples were hard and dark, and her eyes were screwed up tight as she leaned against the wall behind me. I felt her legs begin to sag, and carefully lowered Penny to the bed, spinning round, rolling her onto her back, lifting her legs high and wide, plunging my tongue back into her, spreading her lips with mine. 

I was hard again. 

She had lost control. 

So I took it, and took her. 

I sprang up the bed on top of her and into her, grabbing her bottom and pulling her to me, plunging full length on the first stroke into her slippery pussy. I lifted her legs and thrust balls deep, and took another stroke as she cried out, and then it was suddenly a mad thrash of limbs and bodies as Penny went wild. 

It was powerful, and crazy. She slammed her body against mine, clawing at me and grasping, rolling, kissing, almost biting, calling out and whimpering, and all the time moving her hips and legs to draw me into her, deep and tight and clasping pussy. 

She came, gasping and crying, clinging to me, kissing me with open mouth and words of love. I held her and rocked her, and whispered back. 

It was the first time we had been together alone, and said those things. It felt different. It was not like being with Jill, the words meant something different, but they meant something real. 

In the afterglow as she curled round me with her head on my shoulder, she pushed her tousled brunette hair back with a gesture I found shockingly familiar and endearing. She sighed and said "Have I told you that you are awfully good at that? Definite Olympic team material."

"Just wait until you see my freestyle routine," I joked. 

She stretched, and brought both arms up. I thought of grabbing them, holding her pinned so I could ravage her breasts that were so enticingly exposed, and then I remembered what she had said about being tied. I kissed her and said "Sorry lover, I have to go to the loo," and rolled out of bed. 

When I got back she was sitting up, and said, as I expected, "My turn."

I helped her rise, taking the opportunity for a kiss and a squeeze, and patted her bottom as she went for the bedroom door. As soon as she was out of it I opened the wardrobe and grabbed the hanger on which I kept my ties. I quickly selected five, and got back into bed, having stashed them underneath. 

Penny returned looking very cute and slightly naughty. She stood naked in the doorway and looked at me lying naked on the bed, and whistled. "Ooh oh. Look what I found. A naked man in my bed. Whatever shall I do with him?"

I looked her up and down, noting her peaked up nipples and the slight blush, and said "Well more accurately, it is my bed, and I think it would look so much better with a naked woman on it. I swung onto my feet and gestured for her to take my place. She did, and I said "Now that is a pretty sight. Tell you what, can you reach up to the headboard, with both hands? Yes like that, stretch out a bit. Hmm, I love the way that points your nipples up. No don't be embarrassed, put your arms back up."




If I Knew Then... Ch. 09



She had brought them down to cover herself, saying "Oh!" but I gently took one wrist and lifted her arm, then the other, saying "They are beautiful. And I like your armpits."

She flinched again. "Oh you can't they are starting to get hairy. I'll have to shave."

"Well I do, and we can debate the shaving later, but for now, let me see." I said. 

"Oh Sean, you are making me self-conscious."

"You said earlier that you would do anything I asked." I said, a little sternly. "But if you won't keep your hands there perhaps I should make you keep your promise." 

I swung my leg over her body and was sitting on her in a moment. My bottom was on her stomach, my almost soft cock was between her breasts, and I had her two wrists in my left hand. With my right I pulled out the tie I had already attached to the slatted headboard, and put a turn around her wrists with the free end. A couple of quick wraps and tucks as she said "Sean get off! What are you doing!" and she was secured. 

"I'm keeping your arms in place so I can admire your lovely breasts, Penny," I said as I stepped back off her. 

She pulled against the tie for a moment and then grinned at me. "Oh, Sean, you naughty boy!"

"No, you are the naughty one. You promised to do whatever turned me on, and then you wouldn't show me your lovely tits and armpits. Now open your legs so I can see your pussy."

She looked a little shocked for a moment and then pouted and said "What will you do if I don't?"

I grinned. "You will have noticed that your hands are held by a rather dreadful tie, which I got from my aunt last Christmas." I reached under the bed. "She gave me this appalling thing for my birthday. And this one for Christmas a year ago. And this was my sixteenth birthday present. As you can see, she has little imagination and less taste. This one was my old scout scarf. I always thought it would come in handy some day."

Penny's eyes gleamed, but she pouted again. "Well I won't."

"Won't what?" I asked.

"I won't open my legs for you. You'll have to make me," she said, with a coy look. 

I turned to the bottom of the bed and looped a horrible tie round the post. "Oh well, if you won't do as you promised, I have no option." I grinned and took her ankle. She didn't really resist. 

"You are a bad man, Sean Carver. Making me open my legs. It is very naughty of you wanting to look at me like that," said Penny as I took her other ankle. 

"You still have your knees closed. Open them. Show me your little hairy slit."

That raised a genuine blush. "Sean! That's rude!"

I ignored this protest, and said "I want to see your curl covered honeypot, my dear" I took the longest of the ties and slipped it between her legs, tying it above her calf, just below the knee. 

"I want to look at the petals of the soft pink flower with the downy fringe that nestles between these sweet soft thighs" I pushed the other end through the gap between the mattress and the side rail of the bed. It wasn't long enough to tie round it. I had to use the last tie to extend it and then pull just a little on it to bring her knee to the side. She could still move the other leg, so she kept her knees together. 

"I want to gaze on your fleecy pudenda, Penny."

She laughed at that, and then squealed as I lifted the bed to drag it away from the wall. Then I untied her ankle, since the calf on her right leg was secured, and strapped the tie round her left leg, the way I had done on the right. 

I climbed on the bed, pulling the tie down to put it round the rail, this time making her knees part. I held the end and gently but firmly pulled, bringing her leg wide to the side as I said "I want to examine your bush, your fluff, your sweet and soft folds, your pretty cleft."

I moved between her legs, looking at her face as I took the other leg tie which I had left long, and tightened it up. Her right leg was now hauled wide. She was fully exposed to me, unable to close her legs, her pussy lips slightly parted, the wet inner folds showing brown and purple and pink. I watched her expression as I said "I want to see your hairy cunt."

Her eyes went wide at the crudity, and she made a startled "Oh!" sound. 

I bent closer to her spread sex. "You have a pretty cunt, Penny. Very pretty little hairy cunt."

"Sean, don't call it that!"

I kept my eyes on her crotch and said "But it is pretty. What's wrong with telling you it's pretty?" I said, looking up at her. 

She looked embarrassed and shocked, "You know I didn't mean that!" she said

"So it's okay to say it's pretty?" I said "Because your cunt is very pretty. You have a lovely sweet, wet, curl covered cunt, Penny."

"No!" she said

"Yes Penny, your cunt is gorgeous. I love to look at it, and touch it. I love to lick your cunt, and taste your gorgeous cunt juice. I love to finger fuck your cunt, and I love putting my cock in your cunt. I love fucking your cunt, and coming in it, filling your cunt with creamy come. I love looking down at my shaft and seeing it wet with cunt honey, and see your hairy cunt lips clinging round it as I push my cock right up your cunt until my balls hit your ass-hole. Don't you like that, Penny? Don't you like all the things I do to your cunt?"

Penny had been silent but bursting to say something as I spoke, yet unable to interrupt my soft spoken litany as I ran my fingers up and down her wet lips and round her hooded clit.

"But, that word..." she breathed, unsure of herself.

"What word, Penny darling?" I said. 

"You know, the rude one," she said, frustrated. 

"I know lots of rude words Penny, but I would never be rude to you. If I was rude to you then you would not like me and I wouldn't get to fuck your tight little cunt any more. And I would really like to fuck your cunt again. In fact I going to fuck your cunt in a moment, would you like that?"

"Oh Sean, stop it!" she said. 

I leaned forward and licked her pussy from top to bottom and back up. She was sweet and spicy. I kept as much of the sticky fluid on my tongue as I could and brought my face up to hers, feeling my cock-tip touch her pussy as I looked into her eyes from two inches away. I pressed my mouth on hers, pushed my tongue into her, and my cock opened her pussy at the same time. I pushed in an inch or so and held my position as I broke the kiss. 

"You like that don't you?" I said softly. "Tell me you like it. You like the taste of your cunt. You like the feel of cock in your cunt. Tell me truthfully."

She was confused, "But Sean!" she protested feebly. 

In a low voice I spoke quietly in her ear. "You are naked Penny, and so am I. I am inside you. Think about what we are doing, and what we've done. We are making love, your body is beautiful, and I love you. So why are you upset about a word? Words don't change that. But they can be naughty, taboo, exciting. I've never had a girl tell me to fuck her cunt. I've never heard a girl say she wants my come in her cunt, my cock in her cunt, to fuck her harder, to ride her cunt and fill her cunt and lick her cunt and finger-fuck her cunt. I want to hear a girl ask me to fuck her mouth, suck her tits, screw her, shag her, shaft her, come on her. I want to hear her tell me she likes sucking the spunk out of me, and likes licking my come out of my girlfriend's cunt, likes being a cunt-licker, likes putting her fingers in other girls hairy cunts, likes tasting their slits, licking their pussies, fingering their fannies, tonguing their twats. And I know you like all of those things. So tell me Penny where is my cock now? What is my cock doing?"

I had been stroking in and out of her as I said all that, emphasising each dirty word with a deeper penetration, driving her breathing. Now she was moving in rhythm with me, and grunted as I pushed deep. "Oh gosh, Sean, oh gosh. Oh Sean your cock is inside me"

"Where is it Penny? Say it for me."

"In my pussy Sean."

I pushed hard and deep, "In your cunt, Penny. All the way in your cunt. Say it Penny."

"Oh gosh, oh my cunt Sean."

I smiled, and said "What about your cunt Penny?"

"You're in my cunt." she gasped. "Your cock. I feel it sliding into me, into my cunt." Penny was looking into my eyes as I said this, and a wild light of libertine abandon entered her expression as I pressed firmly down with my hips. She went over the edge of whatever had held her back. 

"Oh you are so deep, deep in my cunt, Sean. Oh you are pulling it out, oh and back in, back into my cunt. Oh you're fucking me Sean, fucking my cunt. Oh fuck me Sean, fuck my cunt, fuck me and come in my cunt, oh Sean your cock is great in my cunt oh I love you fucking me, come in my cunt Sean, come in my cunt!"

"Tell me Penny, you like my cock in your hairy cunt?"

"Oh yes Sean, I love your big cock in my hairy cunt!"

"You like me fucking your cunt?

"Yes fuck my cunt. I want you to fuck my cunt everyday!"

"You like a cock in your mouth too, don't you?"

"I love it, Sean, I love sucking your cock, I love you coming in my mouth, and my cunt, and I love your tongue in my cunt as well, I love you licking me out, and putting your fingers in me, and when you fuck me from behind, and I love licking your balls and sucking your come."

She was gone now, on a high of rude words and my constant deep strokes in her tight and welcoming body. "What about Jill, you like licking her?"

"I love it. I love her tits and her mouth and I love licking her pussy. I see her in school and I want to take her somewhere private and lick her out at lunchtime and taste her pussy."

"Her cunt, you mean. You like licking her cunt."

"Yes, Jill's cunt. Her sweet cunt. I love licking her cunt. I love licking her cunt after you fuck her and come in her, and I get to lick your come from her cunt. I love the taste of come and cunt and together they are delicious. I love sucking your cock after you fuck her, and kissing her when she has been sucking you off, and taking the come from her mouth when you have spunked in her."

"And her asshole? I saw you lick her asshole. And I think you licked mine once."

"Oh, yes." Penny hesitated. That memory, that idea, was really pushing her boundaries of what she could talk about. 

I pressed the idea home as I pulled her legs higher. I knew her own ass would now be more exposed, that she would feel my balls against it when I went deep, and the cool air when I pulled back. "She liked that. You licking her ass. And you liked it when she licked yours. And when I did it to you. Didn't you?" I said. 

"Yes," Penny breathed. 

"You want me to lick your ass now?" I asked 

"No, please, keep fucking me. I want your cock in me, please don't take your cock out of my cunt yet."

"But I can lick your ass later, yes? And your cunt?" I asked 

"Oh, Sean, you can do whatever you want."

"And you will lick my ass too won't you? I'll lick your cunt and ass and you can lick my balls and ass and suck my cock. Yes?"

I pushed deep on that last question and she grunted "Yes!" 

"Yes what?"

"I'll lick your ass, and your balls and your cock if you want."

"God I love seeing your tits bounce when I fuck you Penny. You have great tits. I love fucking between them. I love you tit wanking me. I'm going to let you lick my balls and ass and tit wank me at the same time. And I can lick and finger your cunt and ass while you do it. And fuck your mouth. I love fucking your mouth. I love looking at you with a cock in your mouth. You look so good with my cock in you, but you looked good sucking Mike as well. And fucking him. You liked his cock didn't you?"

Penny was rocking now in her bonds, climax approaching. "Oh Sean, I love your cock!"she said. 

"Yes but you liked Mike's too. You liked his come in your mouth. That pretty mouth you kiss your mum goodnight with, you suck my cock and lick Jill's cunt and swallowed Mike's come, and licked his balls with this mouth, and you are going to suck my dick in a minute, and if Mike was here now with his cock out you would suck him right now while I fuck your cunt. Wouldn't you? If he was here you'd suck his cock now?"

Penny was panting but this idea focussed her. In a voice full of lust she hissed "Yes! I'd suck his cock while you fuck me. I wanted your cock to suck when he fucked me. I had his cock in my cunt and he fucked me and made me come and he fucked me more and he came in my cunt and I sucked his cock clean and I wanted you to fuck me and come in my mouth and fuck my mouth and him to fuck my mouth and have you fuck my cunt from behind and Jill licking my cunt, and I wanted to hold his prick and feed it into Jill's cunt and watch him fuck her while you got sucked off by her and then lick his come out of her cunt and lick your come off her tits, and have him fuck her from behind when she licked my cunt and my ass and I sucked your cock and then had Mike fuck me and Jill lick his balls so he came in me and she could lick me out and oh fuck Sean I'm coming, fuck me Sean fuck me, fuck my cunt Sean, fuck my slit fuck my cunt hole fuck my cunt oh fuck me ohh fuck fuck!"

She came. 

She thrashed beneath me and I kept going, riding her hard and deep, feeling my balls swing against her and my cock-head squeezed by her inner muscles. 

She came again. 

I was running out of steam. 

I had nearly come when she was pouring out those words, but had held off, savouring the moment, and then having fallen from that level of arousal I found it hard to get back. I would have to wait a while. But I had lots to do in the meantime. 

I pulled out of Penny and sat back on my heels, face down on her stomach, kissing her navel and squeezing her breasts with both hands. I let my tongue drift down to her bush, through the sweat soaked tangle, into her open pussy, making her jump and cry out, and I pushed her legs up with my hands behind her knees, as far as the ties would let me. 

I licked down below her pussy. Down over the lowest edge of it, to the soft place just beneath. Then up and down along the inner edge of her outer lips, flicking over her button, feeling the hair on the edge of my tongue. Back to the place between her pussy and her bottom. Then on to her rim, chasing the sweet flow of pussy juice that followed gravity's call. 

I tongued her ass. Thoroughly. I fingered her pussy and rubbed her clitoris and pressed my nose into her lips, and rimmed her and licked her and drove her to orgasm again. And just as she was about to come I placed my index finger on the soft opening of her bottom and rubbed around it and pressed in, and as I sucked her clitoris and pulsed two fingers on her g-spot, I penetrated her last virgin hole for the first time. It was just to the second joint of my index finger, and I simply held it there as she almost screamed and her body rose in an arch, and I felt her clamp my fingers inside her. It was a precedent setting moment. 

When she suddenly relaxed and her body went limp I pulled all my fingers out, and sat back. She lay there in a ruin, exhausted, sweat covered, moaning and twitching. 

I reached down to loosen the tie that held her right leg, and helped her straighten it. Then I released the left. She groaned in pained relief as she closed her legs and could relax her hips. I untied her calves. Her hands were still bound. I was glad I used slip knots as she had pulled them very tight in her struggles. If I had used anything else I would have needed a knife. I released her hands, and brought her arms down. 

Then I went and got a warm face cloth from the bathroom. I washed myself first quickly, then brought the cloth back and used it to wipe over her stomach and breasts and armpits, between her legs and then, after rinsing it again, I bathed her face. 

It was all done in silence, as Penny lay in a stupor, and then in relaxed calm quiet. 

I kissed her. 

"Hi honey. You ok?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Your pussy ok after that?" I asked.

"Don't you mean my cunt?" said Penny softly. 

I smiled.

"No Penny dear, I mean your lovely pussy. I think on reflection that other word is too rude."

She opened her eyes. "I don't understand?"

I kissed her gently. "Oh Penny darling. You are too lovely, too soft and gentle and pretty and wonderful and too much loved to be described in such hard and ugly words. That was fun while we were all turned on, and I know you felt the power of that, you got off on that, and so did I. But now is such a soft and precious time, and the 'c' word is just too hard for such a soft and wonderful thing."

She leapt a little as I said that, as my finger pressed into the soft wonderful thing. Then she sighed and wiggled and relaxed as I held her pussy cradled in my hand.

"But, you wanted me to..."

"Yes, and you did, and that was fun, for once, but you know now you have said all that, well, it was fun, and naughty, and you liked it too, but really I don't think those words suit you. They don't suit me, really."

"But you made me say those things." she said, sounding a little disappointed. 

"Yes, some of them. And some things you said yourself. And you enjoyed saying them, didn't you?"

"Well..." said Penny. I heard in her tone that she wanted to say 'no' but she wasn't sure. 

I hugged her and said "Penny darling, don't think too hard about this. You had a good time and you came. You were telling the truth. And in love and sex I think the only sin is lying. Now Penny darling, I am glad you said all that. And so should you be. I've worried that you don't like being with me, or that you are jealous of me and Jill, or that you had a bad time with Mike, after all it was me who got you two together. I was worried that you didn't like sucking me off, or the taste of my come, or being taken, with my cock in you. I even worried you didn't like Jill really, that you wanted to oust her and have me for yourself."

She laughed. "How can you worry that I don't want you and that I do, and that I want to steal

Jill away and push her out at the same time?"

I shrugged "I worry about all sorts of things."

"You worry too much, loverboy. I fancied you for ages Sean. I didn't really think of it in that way, but I fancied Jill as well. Now I have you both. It's a dream come true, and I didn't even know it was one of my dreams." She kissed me then and looked thoughtful for a second. Then she went on "And you are right. I did mean those things. Although now I have said it I'm not sure it is such a bad word. It's hard, yes, but it's strong. I felt strong saying it. It's my cunt. Mine. My cunt that takes your cock. And when you fuck me it's because I want you to."

I laughed. "Oh Penny, you are such a contrast to yourself you make my head spin. Yeah, I can see that, how you can use the word that way, and maybe I can't. Maybe it's a word that means something different when a girl says it. It's funny but I think that there are lots if words like that, that can mean different things. Like for me, I would have to say I think I've never really fucked you Penny."

"What?" she said, incredulous. 

"I have never fucked you. We have made love, we've had sex, we've done it in a pretty wild and out of control fashion, but I have never thought of it as fucking. Even today, when I wanted to hear you say that, I didn't think of it as fucking. Fucking is what you do when you you don't love someone. It's sex without caring about the other person. It's sort of selfish. Its using another person's body as a masturbation aid. Its possessive and I think, can be quite nasty. I could never do that with you. I couldn't fuck you like that."

Penny nodded. But then she gave me a look that I knew well. She was being daring. "I think you are right, about the way you make love with me. And I'm glad. But I don't think it always means that. Sometimes it means something fun. I always love and care for you and Jill but sometimes I just want to enjoy your body, and mine." She reached for my cock. "Sometimes I just want to have fun with this. I want to suck it and stroke it and put it in my pussy, ride it or lie back and have you in between my wide open legs pumping that lovely cock into me, or taking me from behind, and I just want you to do it fast and hard and make me come, and come in me and for us both to have fun. What do you call that?"




If I Knew Then... Ch. 09



"That sounds like fun." I said, panting a little as she was working me expertly as she spoke so eloquently and sexily.

"I think that's what I meant when I said 'fuck me.' So if I say I want you fuck me, Sean, do you think you might like to do that?"

I grinned. "Very much. Very often. Although I might have to rest for a few minutes before I do. And isn't your pussy a little tender after what I just did?"

"You mean my fleecy pudenda?" She flashed me a smile. "I rather liked that phrase. A little tender, Well, not so much that I wouldn't do it again," said Penny with a wistful, lustful, hopeful tone. "And anyway your impudenda seems ready enough."

She was right. My cock was hard, but I wanted pampered. "Well," I said, "If the cock fits, ride it."

"Hmm, Sean, you are being bold today!"

"You said you would do whatever I wanted..."

Fortunately she wanted it too. Penny popped up on her knees, threw one leg over me, held up my cock and lowered herself onto it. She went slowly, and all the way until her clitoris was squeezed by my pubic bone. She sighed. 

Then she rocked back and forth a little before beginning a rise and fall motion. I watched her body moving. I loved the way her breasts bounced, and the play of her stomach muscles and her thighs. I loved seeing my cock disappear into her open wet pussy, and the way the brown tinged lips clung to it as she raised herself up. I loved the way her hair flew out as she shook her head, and the glisten of her lips, and the sound of her body slapping wetly down on mine, and the feeling of her gripping my cock. 

Penny in full flight was magnificent. And the way she moved her hips was incredible. I gasped "My god, Penny, that's fantastic!"

She looked down at me and laughed and kept her hips swivelling and pulsing. Then she dived on me, kissing me and rocking back and forward so my cock pistoned in and out of her. 

I was very turned on, and she was beginning to become flushed as well. I had my hands on her pelvis, pushing down hard on each stroke, and I could feel her nipples against my chest.

Suddenly she froze, and then pushed herself up. "Sean, I've just realised. Is this where you and Jill first made love?"

She sounded excited and awestruck. 

"Uh, yes," I managed, thrown by this departure. 

"Oh, my goodness. Of course it was. Right here. In this bed. Oh gosh!" said Penny, sitting upright on me and looking around. She looked down at me and ran her hands over my chest and shoulders, and mercifully wiggled her hips to settle my cock deeper inside her. "She was a virgin here. And so were you. And you were so kind and gentle, and she told me she almost thought you didn't want to do it because you kept trying to say she didn't have to. You really are too nice for your own good sometimes."

"Really?" I asked, now totally derailed from previous events. 

"Yes. You need to be more forceful. Demanding." said Penny. 

Reached up and touched her face, and gently pulled her to me to kiss softly. "You want me to be more demanding and forceful?" 

She looked at me and a little excitement was in her eyes. "Yes Sean."

"Well how about this. I was having a lovely time being ridden by you, and you stopped. And now I can feel the orgasm that I was approaching just fading away. So how about I demand you do something about it? For starters, you can move that pretty ass of yours and make my cock hard again." 

"Oh Sean, I'm sorry!" she laughed and began to move again. "Oh you poor thing! Although, ooh, you are pretty hard now."

I smiled and said "With you stark naked, riding me, with your pretty face and lovely tits and superb hot pussy, it's no wonder."

"Oh, thank you, and your cock is lovely too."

"I'm glad you think so, because I want you to suck it."

She bounced off me with no delay and had my cock in her mouth in an instant. 

I took a second to watch her as she sucked me and her head bobbed up and down, her soft curly hair all round her face and her breasts swinging slightly. Then I placed both hands on her head and began to direct her movements, and to thrust up into her. She sucked enthusiastically as I controlled the depth and speed and duration of each stroke. And she was beautiful. And I was fucking her face. 

The phrase came to me. It gave me a little buzz. Face fucking. It sounds crude, powerful, dominant. It is all those things. And it is exciting. I was fucking Penny's pretty mouth, I could come in it if I wanted, I could push my cock deeper, into her throat if I wanted. I could take my cock out and come on her face. My cock that had been in her pussy, in Jill's pussy, that I used to piss with every day. In her mouth, now, fucking her. Using her face to wank into. And her tits were bouncing and the twin curves of her bottom in the air behind her head were a delicious reminder of her nakedness and availability. I could spin her round and be in her pussy in an instant. 

I pushed down firmly but gently on her head, and pushed in with my cock. "How deep can you take it?" I asked. 

She tried hard, opening her mouth wide, and I felt the tip hit the back of her mouth, into her throat. I pulled out as she began to cough. 

She got her breath back and looked up at me "Sorry Sean, you caught me out there."

"It's fine honey, it just takes practice," I said, letting the idea of doing it again settle in, "You need to learn to relax your throat and let it just slide in, like a sword swallower."

She laughed. "That's a new word for it."

"Want to try again?" I said.

She nodded and took my cock head in her lips, slowly going deeper and backing off for a few cycles, and then pushing herself down on me, taking me into her throat. She almost choked herself again, but pulled back and took a couple of deep breaths. 

"You okay?" I asked 

"Uh huh." She opened up and took it again 

She kept trying, and after several goes I saw and felt her lips touch my stomach and balls. I was all the way in her mouth, my cock head in her throat. I let her relax back and then she did it again. On the third attempt I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed a little, but let the pressure off as soon as she moved. She breathed in through her nose and pushed down on me again, and I used my hand to push her face firmly onto me. I held her there for a second and pulled her back, then pushed her on again. 

Fucking her mouth had been a minor power trip. Fucking her throat was upping the dominance game by several divisions. And I did think of it as fucking, albeit in Penny's modified sense. I did love her, I wouldn't hurt her, but this was primarily for my pleasure. I couldn't imagine that it was particularly physically pleasurable for her, but I knew she wanted to please me, so I didn't feel bad about that. 

Of course it has to be said that deep throating a girl is not particularly physically pleasurable for the man either. It's not as pleasant as being in a girl's pussy, it isn't even as good as a well done ordinary blow job, when lips and tongue and fingers combine to stimulate in various ways. It is almost all about the visual aspect, and the power trip. And power is a strong aphrodisiac. 

When she looked up at me with her sparkling dark brown eyes and I could see her nose pressed against my stomach, feel my cock enveloped in her mouth, my balls on her chin, and my hands in her hair, I almost came. The idea of just unloading my come straight into her throat, of holding her there and pumping my come into her, was wickedly tempting. But I couldn't abuse the trust she was showing. I knew she was vulnerable, more naked now and under my control than ever, and that she felt that, and that it scared her but it turned her on as well. She was discovering the power of submission. 

I had lost Penny in a previous life because I did not understand this about her. She needed to feel vulnerable in order to feel loved. She sought out people who would, to my mind, treat her badly, abuse her and abandon her, and it was that threat of loss that made her cling to them. And that strange twist in her relationships carried through in sex. She needed sometimes to feel in danger, out of control, to give herself up to another's whim, and know that whim could be cruel, even if it never was. 

This was one of those moments, when she was at her most vulnerable and willing. 

I pulled her head back, all the way off me, and looked in her eyes as she drew a deep breath. "God you are beautiful, Penny. And I love you sucking my cock," I said, and plunged it in, pulling her down, holding her while she sucked me hard.

I did it again, twice more, and then when I pulled her up I pushed her head to one side and back a little and pulled her mouth to my shaft. I pushed her down and pulled her back up, and she licked up and down my cock, then I pulled her onto it to suck the tip, and back to licking my shaft. Then down to my balls. 

She wanked me as she licked each ball in turn, then around them and between them as I instructed, then I lifted my legs wider and told her to lick underneath them. She scraped her hair back out of the way as she turned her head on one side to lick down between them and round underneath. I had my hand on hers as she wanked me and could control her pace. I made her speed up. Her tongue kept the same rhythm. 

"Oh god that's good!" I said

She looked up and grinned and took her hand off my cock, putting both hands on the backs of my thighs and pushing on them. My legs were spread and my balls and ass exposed. I felt vulnerable now, as she said "Good. But how does this feel?"

She licked my ass. 

She did everything I had done to her, and more. It didn't take me long to get very close to coming, and I didn't want it to stop so just I gripped my cock near the base and tried to hold on, but when her tongue tip penetrated me I couldn't help it. I came massively as she carried on licking me, rimming me, licking up to my balls and over them and back down, up to my shaft and sucking my cock, and down again, and then as I lay in a twitching heap she sucked my cock again and drew her tongue from it over my stomach and chest, chasing the threads of come that she had made me spurt, licking me clean, and sucking my nipples as she passed. 

She kissed me then, a long deep kiss, and held my face in her hands and looked down at me. "You liked that didn't you? I always wondered what my father meant when he said once that someone was 'so crawly that he would lick your backside' but mother told him off, and I didn't like to ask. I wondered why anyone would want their backside licked."

"Well, you liked it too, when I licked you. Didn't you?"

"Yes," she said, a little shyly. "Yes I did. And I was a bit embarrassed about liking it. But since you like it, and since I've done it and actually it wasn't like I thought it would be..."

I laughed. "I know what you mean. And thank you for trying it. My father would use 'asslicker' as an insult, but I'm sure he's never had it done. At least I doubt very much if he has. Somehow I just can't imagine my mum, or yours, or Jill's doing that."

"Oh good grief no!" Penny cried, horrified. "Oh heavens, what a thought!"

"Yes. I'm not even sure any of them would ever have given their husbands a blow job. Can you imagine Mrs Wyatt sucking Frank off?"

"Stop right there. That is not something I want to consider. And don't even mention my parents!" Penny shuddered. 

I hugged her. "I'm glad we live in more enlightened times. And that you are so much more open and experimental than them. Which is not what I had expected."

"What do you mean?"

"Well," I said, carefully choosing my words "You have a reputation for being a bit straight laced. And I don't mean sexy underwear. A couple of months ago could you have imagined doing what we have done today?"

"No. Not in a million years. You, and Jill, and Mike, have opened my eyes. And my legs," she laughed. "I'm different now. I'm not scared of enjoying my body. Or yours. And I'm not scared of going to Hell. I used to be. I believed that stuff. But I don't now. God wouldn't do that to me for this. Eternal fire for giving you pleasure and enjoying it? That's not justice. And if they are wrong about that, what else are they wrong about? So I'm happy now. Happy and free. And I want to make love with you and with Jill and do everything that you want to do, and try everything you can think of, because you have such good ideas."

"Good. Now tell me, what do you think of getting a toy or two, like the ones in the porn magazines?" I asked. 

Penny sat up excitedly. "Do you have any mags we could look at?"

I dug out my secret stash. I had started buying Playboy (and I know no-one will believe this but it was mostly for the articles - an interview with John Lennon was the first. Truth is I found many of the girls in it to be disturbing. Silicone does not do it for me. But of course some of the girls...) but I also had some mags that were purely for the naked girls - Mayfair and Club International. I also had a set of very naughty playing cards from Spain, but I didn't get them out this time. 

Penny devoured them. She flicked through them looking swiftly at the photosets, sometimes catching a letter or short story, the questions page (she read out several of those) and sometimes showing me photos she thought were particularly erotic, funny, awful or interesting. And she poured over the adverts for vibrators. 

It soon became obvious that there were only half a dozen shops advertising in the magazines, so we found all their adverts in different issues and spread them out together. There was considerable discussion about what some of the objects did, and why they were designed that way, also sizes and colours and shapes. The Rabbit had not been invented yet. Penny was concerned about what Jill would like, and kept saying "Oh that would look nice in Jill. But what would it feel like?" Every time she said it I had an image flash and my cock twitched. 

I noticed she lingered over the realistic shaped black ones. I pointed this out. She blushed. "I was just wondering I they really look like that. Black men. You know? And how big are they really? You hear stories. But after Mike, well, he was really at the limit. Too long really. Some of these things are just silly. No one could take that."

"But you fancy trying a black guy?" I asked. 

"Hmm. I wouldn't put it that way. I would like to see. And if I liked him I wouldn't be against playing about. I think. Dad would go daft if I had a black boyfriend, but I've never met any black boys so he doesn't have much to worry about. There was a Nigerian girl in our class in second form, just for one year. She was nice. I cant say I fancied her, but I don't fancy every girl. Or boy. But I just don't get the racist thing."

"I think the colour contrast could be very interesting," I said. "Seeing my pale hands or cock against dark skin, or dark hands, and cocks against white. Or maybe dark vibrators. I think the pink ones are just weird looking. And that one that looks like a giant finger and thumb is freaky."

"Yeah. But not as freaky as the one that looks like a fist. Why would anyone make something like that?" Penny asked. 

"Well you know that some girls can take a whole fist in their pussy. Or in their bottom. Men too of course."

Penny simply stared at me. "What! No way! Tell me you are joking!"

"No. No joke. Well, after all a baby's head isn't as big as, say Jill's fist, and they fit, so fisting a girl's pussy is pretty extreme but sort of imaginable. Fisting someone's bottom though..." I shrugged, "Not something I would want done to me, but apparently some people enjoy it."

Penny was still staring. "No. No I still don't believe you. No one could... No way."

I laughed. "I know, I thought the same until I saw the photos of it. I still don't believe it can be fun to have done, but it is true. It's like people that do it with dogs, or donkeys. Not my cup of tea."

Penny's stare got wider. "No! No-one would do that! Oh that's a horrible idea! Noooo!"

She looked disgusted. 

"It's okay, I agree." I said. "I don't like dogs at the best of times, but the idea of a woman doing that with them just boggles me. But then, I have an aunt who kisses her dog and calls it her 'darling sweety'. Makes me want to throw up every time I see it. I don't think she does anything sexual with it, I mean it's a toy spaniel, but I've seen photos of a Doberman. And an Alsatian. Scary stuff."

"Where did you see photos of that?" said Penny 

"Spain. On holiday. A couple of years ago. Talk about travel broadening the mind and completing your education. I was traumatised." I laughed, but Penny was still mulling the idea in disgust. 

"So am I. Just thinking about it. Let's not talk about that any more. Tell me, is there any chance a girl who gives great blow-jobs and is a fantastic lay could get some food and a drink of water around here?"

"Maybe. If she gives me a kiss." I said. She kissed me. "Oh well, since she is also such a good kisser she might even get a glass of orange juice." I said. She thumped me as I leapt out of bed and off to the kitchen. 

We snacked and drank, and talked about cars and music, and she pointed out a photo-set in a magazine she had been idly flicking through. It was of a girl with a tattoo. On her shaven pussy. Well, on the mons veneris to be exact. It was of a butterfly. 

"Have you ever thought of getting a tattoo?" she asked. 

"No. I hate needles. I'm a wimp. Also I know what they look like when they age. My grandfather was in the navy in the war, his tattoos were all smudged and bleary. Not a good look."

"Hmm." said Penny, non-committally. "I don't think I would want one there, too painful I would think. And too intimate getting it done. But a little one maybe. If it was a pretty design. Somewhere secret where my parents wouldn't know about it."

Talk drifted on, and so did time, and we lay together naked on the bed and just laughed and chatted. And then time ran out, and we had to shower, together, and not take as much time as we would have liked, and dress each other with kisses, and I drove her home. 

I finished my homework that evening and then drove over to Jill's. For ten minutes of quiet kisses and talk. I told her a little of what had happened, and how I had missed her. She found the idea of Penny tied up and helpless a little kinky, but strangely attractive. It was such a shame to leave her horny and eager, but it was a school night.

Waiting to see her the next day would be long, but I had a little celebration planned, and first I would be going to collect on my bet. 

It isn't every day that you collect a cheque for four hundred and ten thousand pounds. 

They wanted to make it a public event and have press and photographers, but I had made it clear that I didn't want to participate. It still made the press in a way. They leaked that a schoolboy had made the bet and collected on it, although they didn't use my name. It was in the evening paper, and got mentioned on local news. Mike joked about it next day, since he knew I had uncanny foresight sometimes. I joked back that if I had nearly half a million in the bank I would be on a beach in Tahiti with two naked women and a bottle of champagne, not sitting in School. 

Of course, minus the location, that is exactly how I had celebrated the day before. 

I left school at 3.25 on Monday and went straight to the bookmakers. I had phoned earlier to say I was coming in and wanted things to go quickly. So I walked in, produced my betting slip, passport and driver's licence, and my cheque book, and after a brief talk, including reasonably insincere congratulations, took the cheque from them and went straight to my bank. The woman at the desk raised an eyebrow when I asked for the manager, but he was there in a flash (another phone call to alert him helped) so I was out and on my way to meet the girls by 4.15. Normally I would have to have them home by 6.00, but I had arranged this time to have dinner out with them and then to go to a classical music concert. At least that was the story. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 10



I remember my fiftieth birthday. It was fun. A party, with my lovely and loving wife, friends and family. There was cake and music and some reminiscing. At the end of the evening I drank a last toast with my old pal Owen, who had come over from London for the party. I hadn't seen him in years, although we kept in touch by email. The toast was "Absent friends."

It rang in my ears for days. Weeks. Years. What if I could go back, what would I say to them? What would I change? What paths untrodden would I take? What would I have done if I knew then what I know now?

I thought I would run wild, seduce and abandon girls all round me, try all the drugs I was too scared to take, bet on the right horses, tell the bad guys what I thought if them. 

Of course what I didn't count on was that a more knowledgeable me would still be me. Same basic values, same basic ideals and desires. Same old me. Yes, I desired many women, but I also desire stability and love and trust and self respect. I believe in promises and love, protecting others and being honest. 

So now, this time around, with a chance to do it again but with that experience to draw on, I remember it all. I'm eighteen, and it is the 1980's. I know 'then' what I knew in 2020 (now? Time travel will be so confusing.) Which is why I am rich with the ill-gotten gains of gambling on certainties and the woman I didn't choose (regrets...) is now my girlfriend. The woman I did choose (I've had a few...) is also our girlfriend. And this weekend coming one of the life shaping events of my friend Mike's life will take place, at a party that we will be going to. The last time round I remember turning down the advances of a lovely girl called Liz, (but then again...)

This time I think I will try to take the opportunity. After all, even with the advantages of experience, opportunities are rare enough (too few to mention...) Although this time I will need to square it with both girlfriends...

I met the girls at the usual place and we went for coffee at our usual café. They had both been pleased to see me but both were also out of sorts. I asked what was wrong but Jill said "Coffee first."

So with two Americanos and a Latte on the table, I asked again "What's wrong?"

Jill sighed. "Nothing serious. Just bad news and bad news and bad news."

"Okay, let's start with the bad news then."

Jill looked at Penny. Then started "My Aunt is fifty on Sunday. We are going to her party on Saturday. In Preston. My parents are picking me up on Friday from school then it's off to the boat to Scotland, not back until eleven on Sunday."

"Oh. Oh bugger." I said. "That is bad news."

Penny chipped in. "It gets worse. My parents are taking me to Cork. Leaving Thursday, not back until Monday. They have got me two days off school for the trip. Granny died. Funeral is on Friday."

"Oh, Lord. Oh that is terrible. I'm so sorry," I said.

Penny shrugged "We weren't close. I mean I only saw her once or twice a year. But it means I won't see either of you for days. Which is horrible. And I feel really bad about feeling that. I mean I should be more upset about Granny, but I'm most upset about you two. And then that bitch Elaine had to butt in!"

She was almost in tears. I took her hand, and said "What's up honey?"

"More bad news." said Jill, grimly. "Penny was crying at lunch, she had just told me about her Gran, and I hugged her and I forgot myself and I kissed her. Just a peck. And Elaine saw us and blabbed."

"Oh. Ah. Awkward." I said. 

Our unusual arrangement was not public knowledge. Of course we expected that one day it might be, but we knew how lesbians were treated in Northern Ireland. And we could guess that a three way partnership would more than raise eyebrows. And of course girls in a girls-school can be vicious, especially about same sex relationships. 

"Oh I covered for it." said Jill, and she looked heartbroken. "I told everyone Elaine was being mean and silly, I was only hugging Penny because her Granny died and she was crying, and of course I didn't kiss her, and not to be daft. But the word is out. So we will have to be extra careful now. And I feel so bad about denying it. I feel bad about lying. I want to take Penny and snog her in front of the whole school and say I love her and tell them all to shove it."

She looked so fierce and strong that my heart leaped. I held her hand and so did Penny, and I started to say "I'm so proud of you. Both of you." as Penny said "Oh don't! You can't. I know it's hard but it's only for a few more weeks then we are out of school and we can live the way we please."

Jill shook her head. "I know. I know. But I feel sad. And ashamed for not standing up for you. For us. And I don't think that even when we leave school it is going to be easy. Easier, maybe. But not easy."

Penny nodded. "Well, yeah. But at least we will have our own place and can close the door on them all. But now we won't even see each other all weekend. And then the following week is Easter, and then two weeks after that the exams start."

"Yeah." I agreed glumly. "And there is a big party this weekend, Steve is having a house-warming."

Jill perked up. "Which Steve?"

"Year above me Steve. Sax player and all round good guy. Haven't seen him in a couple of months so I don't think you have met him."

"Blonde? Sharp nose? Wicked smile? Nice ass?" said Penny

"Well, I'll give you the first three, but I refuse to comment on the niceness or otherwise if his backside. You know him then?" I said. 

"I saw him play with Owen's band. Good sax," she grinned. 

Talk passed on to other things. Our house, mostly. A few weeks more and we would have the keys. But we still had to square it with the girls parents. I suggested a man-to-man chat with their fathers. Both of them weren't sure. So we left it open, but I knew we would have to resolve it soon. 

The week flew in. I took Penny out on Wednesday as usual, and we spent some time semi-naked in the car parked in the driveway of the house that was soon to be ours. It was good to know the garden was so secluded. Then we picked up Jill to each share a kiss, and drop Penny home. I spent a precious few minutes with Jill before I had to deliver her to her parents' door. We arranged to meet on the the next day. 

I took Jill to our (nearly) house, and we made love in the car on the same spot as I had made out with Penny the day before. Jill had no qualms about stripping off entirely, and I was again struck dumb by the beauty of her taking off her blouse and bra and jumper all in one go. She had simply the most perfect bosom I could imagine. And she kissed me so softly, so openly, so completely, that I almost wondered why I ever wanted to kiss anyone else. Which made me feel bad about Penny, for a moment. And bad about my ideas for Saturday night. 

As if she had read my mind Jill said "This party on Saturday, are you going?"

"Yeah. I promised Mike a lift, so I'm duty driver. I'm taking Owen and Lenny as well."

"Hmm. Well that will make it hard for you to be discrete if you pick up a girl."

"Ooh, you think I might score if you aren't there to put them off?"

"Darling," she said, kissing me, "You are too gorgeous not to score. And you know if you wanted one, and I was there, I'd help you get her."

"Yes, I believe you would. But only if you got to play with her too?" I teased. 

"Hmmn. Well, maybe. I do like playing with girls. Well, with Penny. I've not had any others. But I do like the idea. And I do like watching you with Penny, and I'm sure it would be fun to see you driving someone else crazy. You are so good at that."

"Flattery will get you everywhere. So if I pick up a foxy chick on Saturday you will want to snog her on Monday?"

"Hmmn. Maybe. But, well, not all girls do. But more importantly, I wanted to say, well," she hesitated. "Well, I don't mean to tell you what to do, or not do. We've talked about this. But I know late at night, a girl and drink and a good looking and charming Sean is a devastating combination. It's just if you do go with another girl and the word gets round at school it will make it difficult for me, perhaps. And if you invite her to play with me too, then that could backfire and that would give me a bad reputation. Which would hit Penny as well. Elaine hasn't let up. She is going round saying she'll tell you that I'm a lezzie and you will dump me."

"Well, I'd love to have that discussion with her. But I get your point. If opportunity and temptation arise I will be the soul of discretion." I promised. "Do you want me to have a discussion with Elaine?"

Jill looked surprised. "What would you say?"

"I'd tell her that I am very annoyed that she is trying to hurt you, and Penny. That I am very much in love with you, that I know you love me, that you are quite clearly not a lesbian. That it wouldn't matter to me if you kissed Penny or a thousand girls. That jealousy and small mindedness are ugly, and she is getting a reputation in my school for both those ugly attributes, as well as in hers."

"Oh. Well, that might work," she smiled. "But I'm getting goose bumps, despite your lovely warm body against mine, and it is time to go. So give me a kiss to keep me warm until Monday, and then we have to dress."

I did my best. 

It was weird on Friday, not seeing the girls. I worked on the car. And all day Saturday. But at seven I picked up Owen and then Len, and then Mike and then a carry-out for the lads (a slab of Carling Black label) and I bought a nice bottle of wine for our hosts, and a couple for my own purposes. We rolled up outside Steve's place in Lisburn at about a quarter to nine. 

It was still quiet. Civilised. Sober. By half ten it was in full swing, by midnight it was a night many wouldn't remember, but many would look back on fondly. But that is jumping ahead. 

Stevie was a year older than me, already at University, and now living with his girlfriend, Oonagh. So the party was full of people I had never met, University students and people in the local music scene, as well as a few guys I did know from school who had been in Steve's year and above, and us four schoolboys. 

And in the middle of it was Stevie's little sister, Lizzie, and her friends, one of whom was called Tara. Usually Mike and Lenny and Owen would have got drunk and talked to other guys while eyeing up girls they hadn't the courage to talk to. But Mike had changed. Virginity gone, confidence raised, Mike was able to mix and mingle, and small talk and join me in conversation with mixed groups and even, amazingly, single girls. 

I was actually worried at one point that he might hit it off with a couple of them. He was tall, handsome, blonde haired and blue eyed, his voice was deep and rich, he was good humoured and affable – he was more likely to pull than anyone else in the room. 

The thing was I knew that in a previous version of this life Mike and Tara had met at this party and started a ten year relationship. This night changed both of them and defined their lives (and their child's life). That time it had all started because shy Mike (virgin with no confidence around girls) got talking to Tara because met in the queue for the loo, thrown together by mutual calls of nature that ended up with them both in the bathroom semi naked and drunk. Okay, not perhaps the ideal way to meet, and yes they did have an acrimonious and dreadful separation in the end, but it was a huge part of both their lives and I felt that I shouldn't act to change that. Now, because of my actions and choices they might never get together. Because this time round the first time they talked was in the kitchen, both sober, and Mike was being far to attentive to a blonde called Mary who kept cutting Tara out. 

The only hopeful sign was that Tara was obviously interested in Mike. So I had to engineer things. I chatted to Tara. Not flirting much, just enough to flatter her. But enough to establish that I thought Mike liked her, and that he was too shy to say so. I counselled her to intervene, and I would help. Which meant that I cut in on Mary, and drag Mike off to see an old school chum who had just arrived, and brief him about Tara. He was a bit annoyed. 

"Look I was doing fine with that blonde girl. What did you butt in for?"

"Because Mary is a class-A bitch, Mike. She led Jim McCartney on so he took her to the School Formal last year, then dumped him after the dance. Then she led Frank Bradley on up to Christmas, got the very nice pressie she had hinted at, bought him socks or something crap and dropped him on New Years Eve at a party, going off with a guy with a sports car. Then dumped him and went out with Phil for two weeks before the Formal this year - guess what happened to him the day after the big party? Okay, she's pretty and funny, and her hair matches yours, but she doesn't put out and she is a user. And she is just chatting to you to block Tara, the pretty redhead, of whom she is jealous,who really does fancy you."

"Seriously?"

"Seriously. Look I'm not saying she'll shag you tonight, or next week, but Tara is a nice girl, and she has the hots for you. So, if you fancy her even a little... your in. So if you like I will distract Mary while you talk to her." I said. 

"I dunno. Tara, the little red head? I mean. She's pretty enough, okay, but she is little. I mean really short."

"Okay, she isn't tall. But neither are you when you are lying down, even if you are a ridiculous waste of height standing up. Look I'm not saying you have to, but she's nice, and Mary isn't. Give it a whirl."

So I spent two hours talking to Mary, who was quite a smart girl and, it must be admitted, very pretty when she smiled, but at core an ice cold harpy. And Mike talked a bit with Tara, and a bit with Lizzie, who interrupted, and then with a girl called Diane who wanted to talk about synthesisers, and then with Stevie about music in general and getting the band a gig, and then with other guys about their bands. And all the while I sank into despair, and began to find Mary too vapid and unpleasant to tolerate. Finally I saw Tara heading for the stairs. I broke off my conversation with Mary and grabbed Mike. 

"You need the loo."

"What?" he said, looking blankly at me. 

"Trust me. You know how I know things sometimes? Well, this is one of those things I just know. Go to the loo. Now. Quick."

Some things are fated. Even if sometimes fate needs a hand. 

My memory of this party had me leaving early, partly because I wanted to escape the attentions of Liz. So that time just after Mike had encountered Tara in the loo, I had dragged him away. This time I had hardly got a chance to speak to Lizzie, and I although I did have to run the guys home, I could wait another hour or so. It was only just past eleven. I turned back to the party, looking for Liz. 

I found her. She was talking to a guy called Rain. Who was rolling a joint and telling her about his pad in London, and the band he was playing with. Tough competition. Especially since he was dressed in London fashions, and was, to be honest, quite handsome and exotic with his streak of electric blue hair and his gold rings and ear stud. But since I knew his real name was Ciaran, and his dad was an accountant, and at school he had been called 'Dozer' I reckoned I could take him. 

"Hi Ciaran, how's it going?" I asked, slapping him on the shoulder. "Not seen you in ages - from the look I guess you have got out of that Punk group."

He looked at me with barely concealed dislike. "Yeah, man, I'm in London now, with a new group. We are recording a new single next week."

"Great, I'll have to get a copy, if it is on sale in Belfast. So if you've split the group is Seonaid still with you?"

He looked shifty. "She's still doing backing vocals, yeah."

"I keep saying you should put her out front - she has a great voice and, well, she's got the looks. I mean, no offence, and I know she's your girlfriend and all, but I'd pay to see her on stage before I'd go to see you. Anyway, good to see you, Dozer, but I have to steal Lizzie away here. Her friend Tara needs her help with something."

Liz looked at me with curiosity and exasperation. Ciaran's look was pure loathing. "What does she want?" asked Liz. 

I smiled and held up my hands "I'm just the messenger, but if you would follow me..."

I turned and gestured toward the kitchen. She shrugged at 'Rain,' saying "Catch you later."

The kitchen was "L" shaped, and I led her round the corner through the crowds. Tara wasn't there. Liz looked daggers at me. "Where is she?"

I shrugged. "Not here. Sorry. But I'm sure she will be back in a minute. Maybe she went to the bathroom. Here, while we wait, why don't you have one of these?"

I reached deep into the fridge and pulled out a bottle of white wine. I had stashed three there at the start of the party, but only one remained. She accepted. We chatted. I gradually won her round and warmed her up. And she began to flirt. And made a derogatory comment about 'Rain'. And I flirted back, and when Tara appeared with Mike, both a little flushed looking, Liz didn't ask what Tara had wanted her for. We shared the wine, and Mike came up with an idea.

"You know how you have to run Owen and Len home? Well why don't you do that now, and then come back. You could have a drink then. After all, you did say to your folks that if you had a drink you wouldn't drive, and you might stay over at my place anyway, and my parents aren't waiting up for me, so I don't have to go home. We can party all night. It's our last chance before the exams."

"Well, I suppose I could. But am I going to get back here and find you unconscious and have no one to party with?" I asked. 

On cue Liz spoke up. "If he's out of it I'll still be here. I can party all night too." The look that accompanied that statement was quite saucy. 

"I'm sure you can. But you may be stolen away by Rain by the time I return." I chided. 

"Well why don't I come with you? Keep you company on the run?"

"Good call." said Mike. "And I'll stay here and keep Tara company."

It took a little while to herd Len and Owen to the car, and I explained Lizzie's presence (and Mike's absence) by saying she had to get home soon, so I was dropping her off before going back for Mike. Owen insisted she sit in the back with him. Which was okay, they were old friends, since he had played in bands with her brother quite often. 

She moved to the front seat when Owen got out, Lenny having been dropped off first. 

On the way back to the party she put her hand on my knee. "You know we don't have to hurry back."

I was fairly sure that Liz knew I had a girlfriend, but I wanted to check. "Where would you like to go?"

"There is a car-park down by the dam. It's nice and quiet."

I knew the spot well enough. It was often not that quiet on a Saturday night. "Are you sure you want to go somewhere quiet with me? You do know I have a girlfriend, don't you? I did mention her earlier."

"Yes, but she's not here." Lizzie said in seductive tones. "And I won't tell her."

"Why do you think I'm that sort of guy?"

She laughed and ran a finger down the inside of my thigh toward my crotch. 

"Because I'm that sort of girl. Because I think all guys are that sort. And anyway, I asked Mike."

"What did you ask him and what did he say?" I asked with a slight chill of fear. How indiscreet had he been?

"I asked if you had a girlfriend, and he said 'Yes, at least one.' Which I took to mean you may be two timing her. So three timing, just this once, shouldn't be a problem."

"Did he say anything else about these multiple girlfriends he thinks I have?" I asked as casually as I could. 

"No. In fact he was quite embarrassed at what he had said. He covered up for you as well as he could. He said something about your girlfriend having a clingy friend who was always hanging about, so you ended up going everywhere with the two of them. But I didn't believe him. Should I? Are you really such a paragon of virtue?"




If I Knew Then... Ch. 10



"What if I told you that my girlfriend and I have an understanding. That she is away for the weekend and knew I was going to this party and told me that I was free to pick up another girl if I wanted to?"

"I'm not sure if I would believe you. But if it is true, will you tell her about me?" Liz asked boldly. 

"Yes. We have no secrets. It's how it works." I said, as I turned the car into lane that leads down Duncan's Dam. It is called 'Dam Road' which I have always found a little amusing. 

"You are serious," she said with surprise. 

"Very." I said, pulling up under a tree, and switching off the engine. "How serious are you?"

She gave me an appraising look. "Very." She looked at me boldly. "How serious is she?"

"Very. And we do very serious things." I said.

"In this car? With her?" Liz looked excited and curious again. 

"You want me to tell you or show you what I can do?" I countered. 

"Hmm. Come here and we'll see."

She slipped a hand behind my head and drew me to kiss her. It was a good first kiss, confident and gentle, and quickly building in passion. 

"Hmmn," she said "Not a bad start." 

She kissed me again. Things got more heated. We started to explore each others bodies over our clothes, and as I squeezed and pressed and caressed her I was rewarded by sighs and moans that carried a depth of meaning and promise. 

We were both in jeans, which have advantages, in that everything is both covered and available, but disadvantages in that uncovering anything is a major operation. 

It wasn't long before major operations started. 

Lizzie had quickly gone for my belt, and button and zip. I had been less direct, not wanting to rush her, but it seemed that she was set at a different speed. 

Her hand was in my fly and quickly inside my underpants, gripping me quite firmly as she cooed "Nice," against my neck. 

"Thank you," I said as I slid my hands up inside her blouse to cup her breasts inside her bra. 

I gently squeezed them and then reached around her back for the hooks, but she laughed and said "Wrong way, boy."

It was front opening. I laughed too and found the clasp, and she sighed as my palms brushed over her bare skin. We kissed again for a few moments, her hand squeezing my cock as I rolled her nipples with my thumbs, and then I moved my hands outside her blouse, reaching for her buttons. As I unbuttoned the first one she placed her free hand over mine, and said "Before you undo these I have to warn you."

"Warn me? About what?" I asked, jokingly, but then I saw she was serious. 

"I, I'm a bit different from other people," she said nervously. 

Visions of huge birthmarks, hairy moles and burn scars flashed in my mind. What could she mean?

"I, I have no belly button," she almost whispered. 

"What?" I said in relief and disbelief. "How can you have no navel?"

"When I was a baby I got an infection in the bit of cord that should have been my bellybutton. So they had to cut it back and stitch it up. I used to have a little scar, but even that has just about gone now. So I just don't have one. Which looks weird. I know. A couple of guys have been very freaked out by it. So I thought you should know."

"Wow." I said. "This I have to see. Or not see. But I definitely need to look and check." I grinned at her.

She looked relieved, and helped me undo her blouse, and pulled it open. 

"Wow." I said again. "Okay, no tummy button, but these are beautiful." I leaned in to kiss her nipples and suck on her firm breasts. They were smaller than Jill's, and her nipples were prominent, what is sometimes called 'puffy'. She was obviously a late developer. But they were sensitive and erect, and as I sucked each in turn she squirmed and sighed. Then I moved my kisses down to where her navel might have been. There was not much light to work by, but I couldn't see even a trace of a scar. 

"I don't suppose you are just tricking me. Is it just that your navel is set low down, below the top of your jeans?" I said with mock seriousness. "I think I should check. If you don't mind."

She raised her bottom off the seat and made to undo her jeans and pull them down to mid thigh. She was wearing quite skimpy cotton panties, with stripes. There was still no navel in sight. "See?" she said. "Nothing hidden."

"Well, now. I wouldn't say that. If you have nothing to hide why are you still wearing these?" I asked, as I ran a finger down from the top of her pants, over the spongy mass of hair beneath the thin material and into the softly outlined cleft below. I rubbed up and down, feeling the material become wet and slick. She moaned softly and enticingly as she closed her eyes. "What have you got in here then? Shall I have a look?"

"Oh, you know damn well!" she groaned. "Ah, ah, oh yes, here let me help."

She pushed them down, and her jeans as well, so both were round her ankles and she could open her knees. I was still leaning over with my head at her waist height, and now I could clearly see the thin lips of her complex and crinkly pussy. I was hardly covered by the quite sparse and straight brown hair that sat in a tuft on her mons and lightly fringed her opening. 

She was wet and her lips were open where I had run my finger over them. I took a second to admire her almost entirely naked form, noting just how strange she looked without a navel, which was subtly disconcerting in a way I would never have thought about had I not seen it. But she was beautiful nonetheless. She was very different to both Jill and Penny. Penny was generously curved, and middle height. Jill was slimmer, but womanly, and taller than Penny. Lizzie was shorter than Penny, thinner than Jill, and lacking in curves. She wasn't anorexic or supermodel skinny, just undeveloped, gamine. Her thighs were tiny, her bottom a round peach, her arms willowy. She weighed nothing. I was almost afraid I would break her, but that delicacy, and the smoothness of her skin, the hints of bosom and hip, pubic hair and crinkled nipples, beaming smile and lustful eyes, gave her an elfin charm. 

I dipped my face to taste her, lifting one leg to the side so I could run my tongue from clitoris to the depths of her opening and back again, sucking on her hard little nub and sliding my tongue-tip inside her. 

She leapt and writhed and cried out and almost screamed. It was a more excessive reaction than I expected, and I hesitated as she grabbed my hair and nearly shouted "What are you doing? Oh, oh Christ, oh bloody hell! Oh!"

She went rigid as I held still. Then I sucked on her clit again and licked it, flicking it rapidly. She squeezed my head and half screamed "Oh Jesus, oh Jesus!"

It occurred to me that this was perhaps the first time anyone had done that for her. I smiled to myself, and determined to carry on. 

She kept swearing as I slipped a finger into her, then a second, and as I licked and sucked and buzzed and finger fucked her to a breathless quivering orgasm. She gripped my head ever tighter, finally forcing my face hard into her crotch, as she bounced on the seat and let out a series of short sharp barking noises that ended in a wail. Liz finally released my head as hers was thrown back and her body spasmed. 

I let her rest for a moment and sat up, stroking her hair and holding her hand that had grabbed mine tightly. 

"You okay, Liz?" I asked gently

She opened her eyes and nodded and drew breath. "Oh yeah." She breathed deeply and looked at me and grabbed my head. Dragging me to kiss her. As she sucked my tongue into her mouth she pulled at my shoulders and waist, moving me over on top of her, between her legs, and she grabbed my cock and pulled me towards her pussy. 

I went with the frantic flow, entering her, pushing deep into her, and responding to the urgent pulls on my hips, penetrating her fast and hard, pumping hips quickly, driving her to another orgasm with rapid strokes. She arched her back and held her breath, and I kept going, my hips had their own urgency now. I took her hard and fast, and deep, feeling my balls tighten as I drove into her, looking down on her tiny body spread beneath me. 

I was about to come when I was struck again by how strange the lack of a navel looked. This was what Adam would have seen when he fucked Eve, if ever the pair existed. My cock didn't care. It was doing the oldest dance in the world, and the explosion of pleasure that filled my body with light, and hers with my come, swept away all thought. 

She clung to me, and I hugged her, she kissed my chest and neck and shoulders as I grunted and pushed her body down on my cock. When I was again in control of my breathing I bent my head to kiss her, and found her fierceness gone. It was a soft kiss, long and gentle and sweet, trailing off in little kisses and smiles and sighs. 

She leaned her forehead on my shoulder and whispered "Thank you."

"My pleasure." I murmured. "Thank you, Liz, that was lovely."

She looked up. "I'd heard that was nice. Being kissed there. None of the boys I've been with have done it before."

"I'm glad you like it. I like doing it."

She smiled shyly, "Do you want me to suck you now? I've done it before, I don't mind."

I smiled back. "Do you only 'don't mind' or do you actually like it?"

"Well, I suppose, these days, I do like doing it." She smiled again, less shyly. "Yes. I do. I didn't the first few times, but now I think of it, actually I would like to." Then she looked shy again. "Is that alright?"

"Lizzie dear, that is more than alright," I said and gently pulled back, my semi hard cock slipping out of her pussy. 

She bent forward to take it and brought it to her lips, then sucked me deep and used her tongue to rasp the mix of her fluids and mine from it. 

I groaned, and reached to hold her breasts in my hands as her head bobbed over my cock. 

I got hard again, but I knew it would take a while to get me back to orgasm, if that was her goal. And I realised I was kneeling on a piece of grit on the floor of the car. And my head was hitting the roof. And I really wanted to pee. 

I gently raised her head. And she looked worried for a moment. "I'm sorry, am I not doing it right?"

I laughed and pulled her up and hugged her. "Don't be silly, Liz. That was lovely. But this car is too small, and I was wondering if we would have more room in the back."

She grinned, and said "Okay,"as she glanced round to the back seat, and then looked panicked and said "Oh shit. Landrover."

A vehicle was coming down the road to the car-park.

Landrovers were used by the police and the army. The dam was near an army barracks. They would probably be checking out the car-park, to see that we weren't planting bombs. 

It is bloody awkward getting dressed in a Mini. But by the time the cops pulled into the car-park we were at least fully covered, even if not neatly buttoned. Police jumped out and shone torches in on us. I'm sure they were disappointed not to get a look at a naked teenage girl getting shagged. 

A brief conversation followed. The usual nonsense. "Evening sir, do you have a driving licence? Is this your vehicle? Do you have any ID Miss? May I ask you what you are doing here? Well if your conversation is finished perhaps you would like to move on? Goodnight sir."

We drove away. Lizzie burst out laughing. 

"Did you see that bastard? I bet they catch people doing that all the time. They knew what we had been up to. Bugger just wanted to see my tits!"

I laughed too. "Well, I can't blame him. They are very nice tits," I said. 

"Thank you. Ah, bugger, I suppose we ought to head back now." Liz shrugged, and we drove on to her brother's house.

I had expected that the party would have thinned out in the hour or so that we had been away, but although some people had left many more had arrived. They had come on late after a gig in the Ulster Hall.

It was wild. I have rarely been to a more exuberant and unbridled event. The whole ground floor was full of crazy dancing drunk and stoned people, average age nineteen, with libidos and morals to match. 

We plunged into the melee, grabbing a toke on the way past, snagging a beer, dancing together and with others. 

Lizzie found Mary bouncing topless with three other girls, Rain was kneeling in front of her licking her stomach and trying to get into her jeans. Even with that much dope and drink in her I thought he had little chance. I couldn't see Mike and Tara anywhere, and given his height Mike is usually easy to find. I grabbed Lizzie's hand and shouted in her ear "Mike isn't here. Shall we check upstairs?"

She nodded, and we pushed through the crowd. 

Upstairs, when we fought our way through the people sitting on the the stairs themselves, was even crazier. 

It was an orgy. Or nearly one. Thirty or forty naked people were shagging and sucking and stroking and licking each other, filling three bedrooms and the landing between. And on the landing was a queue for the toilet of mostly dressed people who were either openly ogling or averting their gaze. My guess was that Mike would be somewhere among the unclothed. 

We found them in the second bedroom. There were several other couples, and a threesome as well. Tara was topless and had her skirt up around her waist, riding Mike as he sat on the floor, his back against the foot of the bed. He was also being kissed by a long haired brunette woman, probably in her early thirties, who was kneeling on the bed being fucked from behind. She had her hands on Mike's shoulders, and would raise her bottom as she dropped her head to snog him. The young man screwing her didn't seem to mind, and Tara didn't object either. 

She was leaning back and just slowly rising an falling on his cock, long slow strokes, trying to fit him all in. Liz stood watching the scene for a moment and then said "Fuck me. Look at the size of that cock!"

I was just behind her, and reached around her to hold her body, one hand across her breasts, the other going for her jeans button. "I don't need to look. I've seen it before. But I'll certainly fuck you."

She laughed and turned her head to kiss me and then helped me remove her clothes and mine. 

That party had been legendary. I remembered the stories about it, and had never believed them, but now I was part of it. It wasn't quite the hedonistic free for all that the tales made out. There weren't many multiple partner pile ups and while there were a few partner swaps, and one girl did demand several men take her in turn (pushing off the first who came too fast and beckoning another to finish the job, and another and a fourth for good measure) there weren't queues of men having shagging races, and I didn't see any girl sucking more than one guy off at once. There were just dozens of couples making love. Most were naked, some part dressed, some clothed. True, quite a few were pairs who had just met, like me and Liz. But others were long term partners, enjoying the freedom of the suddenly unrestricted atmosphere. 

Lizzie had turned in my arms and kissed me, and her hands went straight to my belt. I began unbuttoning her blouse, but before I had got very far she had my fly undone and pulled wide, and then she grabbed the top of my jeans and my underpants on each side and pulled them down as she lowered herself to her knees. I watched her face as she slid down. She was smiling at me all the way until she came level with my cock and just opened her mouth and took me in. 

I leaned against the door frame for support as she quickly brought me to hardness. She was good at it. For a moment I closed my eyes and put my head back, and just enjoyed the feel of her lips on my shaft as she sucked me deep. 

When I opened them again my eyes were caught by the couple on the bed. The older woman was now on her back, the young man was enthusiastically fucking her and I was, as always, drawn to the sight of her full breasts rocking wildly in counter rhythm to his thrusts. And then my glance drifted to Mike and Tara. She was still riding him, but was held close now, wrapped against his chest in those huge hands. Only her hips were moving, in a steady rolling grind. Mike was looking at me. His cheeks were flushed, but unusually he wasn't grinning. He was trying not to come. He looked torn between ecstatic joy and desperate worry. The look in his eyes was ancient, hopeful, protective and grateful. 

I grinned. 

Looking down on Lizzie I saw her look up, and her eyes smiled even though her mouth was otherwise engaged. I thought of Penny, and Jill, and how they looked on their knees with my cock in their mouths. I wanted to see her naked, so I could see her nipples and know her pussy was uncovered, available, even as I pressed my shaft between her lips. 

I pulled my shirt off over my head, and got my shoes off. Lizzie helped with my socks and trousers and knickers. Then I reached down to pull at her blouse and she took the hint, stripping as she sucked me. I saw a flash of her bush and her breasts jiggling as she moved and bobbed her head. I wanted her. 

I dropped to my knees and kissed her mouth and took her body in my hands, touching and grasping and rubbing her all over, squeezing her breasts and ass, and running a finger into her pussy, finding it wet and ready for me. I spun her round to face Mike and Tara and grabbed her hips. She bent forward as I dragged her bottom back, and I entered her from behind. Liz gasped, and gasped again as I thrust deep and hard, and set a fast rhythm. She was tight an wet and slippery, her little bottom bouncing against my stomach as I shafted her, and I felt my balls swing forward as I completed each stroke deep inside her. I could have come then. Balls deep, fucking this little body from behind, taking her at my own pace for my own pleasure. But I wanted more. 

So I pulled her up off her hands and let myself sit back on my knees and bounced her up and down on my lap. She got her feet underneath her and started to take control of her movements, pumping her bottom down hard on my shaft, and I'm sure giving Mike and everyone else in the room a good view of her gyrating body, and my cock penetrating her. 

Then I spun her round. I wanted to see that pretty pussy on my shaft and her She did it without my cock coming out of her, which was impressive, and she started riding me again. She was tight and lithe and I loved the look of her tiny tits as she rose and fell on my shaft with her hands in her hair, her head thrown back and her eyes closed and orgasm building as she gasped and grunted and sighed. 

I held out until she came, and she flung herself onto me, demanding kisses, grasping my shoulders. So I rolled her over, onto her back, and grabbed her to me, and ploughed her. It was hard and deep and I drive the air out of her, and she came again as I hit her clitoris with the base if my shaft and my balls tightened and I gasped in her ear "I'm going to come. Oh god Lizzie I'm going to come in you!"

I had forgotten the others in the room. I had forgotten the party. I was for a moment in that bright white cocoon of warmth and pleasure that only a girl's arms and legs and breasts and lips and pussy and tongue and hands can build. 

And then I was kissing her. Kissing and hugging and smiling and laughing with her. And then I realised where we were, and looked around, and saw that no-one else was watching us, or cared about us, because they were all in their own worlds of joy. 

We were lying facing each other, she on her right side, me on my left, and she stroked my face wordlessly. I could see that she was thinking something, but not saying it. 

"What's up Lizzie? You look sad." I asked gently. 

She shook her head and gave a not quite convincing smile. "I was just thinking. I'm off to Liverpool, if I get the grades, in October. I've been dying to get away for years. I don't want to live here, I don't want to settle down here, I don't want to, well l, to have kids here. I want my children to grow up somewhere safe. Somewhere with hope. You know."




If I Knew Then... Ch. 10



I nodded. All this was years before the 'peace process.' Stupid people were killing each other, and innocent bystanders, for stupid reasons. It was a pretty hopeless era. "Yeah. I know what you mean."

She went on "So I've avoided boys. Well, not really, I mean, I've had a few. But I've avoided boyfriends. Relationships. Falling in love. I didn't want to fall for a boy and find that he wanted to stay here. You want to stay here don't you?"

"Yes. But I don't think it's hopeless. Things will get better. I want to help that along."

She smiled then, with rye amusement. "I'm sure you will. But I'm going anyway, and you have a girlfriend. So I had better not fall in love with you. Even though I think it would be nice to do that."

I looked at her then for a long moment and touched her face. "That would be nice. But it would break your heart, and mine, when you go. I wouldn't want to do that. But that means we have a problem."

Lizzie's expression was serious as she asked "What do you mean?"

"I like you, Liz. Tonight has been great. You are clever and charming and witty and fun, and lovely, and pretty and very good in bed. Well, in car and on floor, but I imagine you would be good in bed and I would like to confirm that. I would like you to join me in bed sometime. But maybe you won't want to do that. Because you don't want to fall for me, and the more time we spend together the harder that gets. So maybe you won't want to see me again."

She nodded. It was a tiny movement as she thought about it. And then she said "You are right. And you do have a girlfriend. Three's a crowd, after all."

"Well, three can be fun, you know."

She looked puzzled for half a second and then said "You randy sod! Are you suggesting...?"

"Don't look so shocked. I told you Jill and I had a tolerant attitude to each other, and we are pretty open minded in general. I have no secrets from her. And I know she wouldn't mind. No, I should say I know she would be more than happy. And it isn't as if you have many inhibitions about being naked with other people in the room."

That last line caught her. She glanced around, and then laughed. "Okay, you got me there. But are you suggesting we meet up with your girlfriend and ..." she tailed off, but her eyebrows moved suggestively. 

"If you like."

"You are serious. Good lord. I thought your line about her not minding was just a cover story. Have you done that then, with her? And another girl?"

"Yes. Which is why Mike was indiscreet enough to say he thought I had more than one girlfriend. She is his ex. It got complicated. He's cool with it, so is she and so is Jill, and so am I. And we all had a good time and we are all good friends. And if you would like to join us..." I said, and drew her closer so my rising cock was against her body and her bottom was in my hand, "I'm sure we could all have a good time again."

My lips were close to hers. My hips flexed. She moaned, but resisted. "All have a good time? You mean Mike and your two girlfriends?"

"No. Just me, and Jill. Mike isn't part of my plan. He went out with Penny, and they slept together, and Jill and I were together in the same room, like we are now with Mike and Tara and all these other folks. Jill never slept with Mike and I never shared Penny with him. However, Jill has shared me with Penny. Anyway, you would have to negotiate with Tara if you want to play any games with Mike."

"So you want to have sex with me while your girlfriend watches? And me to watch you with her?"

"No," I laughed and let my hands wander a little. "I want to kiss you while she sucks my cock. I want to lick your pussy and suck your nipples while she wanks me as I finger her. I want to have her sit on my mouth while you ride my cock, and kiss her tits when I take you from behind. I want to feel her hand on my back pushing me down into you while we make love. I want you to hold my cock for her, help her suck me or slip it into her pussy. I want to suck two nipples at once, one from each of you, and finger two pussies, and hear you both come together. And I want to show her how beautiful you look with my cock in you like this."

I had kissed her and touched her and manoeuvred her onto her back and opened her up and penetrated her. She moaned again and whispered "You dirty bastard," but she smiled and kissed me then. After that we didn't speak for a while. 

I couldn't come again so soon, but she could. She was so different to Jill or Penny. Her skin was somehow tighter, the muscles just beneath the surface, and she was so light and small I was almost afraid I would break her if I let all my weight bear down. But she writhed and pulled at me and did things with her hips that drove me on to shaft her deep and hard. I felt her hand squirm between our stomachs, over the spot where her belly button wasn't, to frig herself, while her other hand was on the back of my neck. As she came she held my lips to hers and gasped and groaned and kissed and sighed. 

I held still inside her as she trembled and relaxed. I kissed her again, little kisses, and said "You are beautiful when you come. You are always pretty, but when you come you are stunning."

She laughed. It was a deep, soft sound. "You are ridiculous. Lovely but impossible."

Before I could defend myself I heard someone else say "Aren't they all? How are you doing Lizzie? We are going down to get a drink. Do you want me to bring one back for you?"

It was Tara. She was dressed again, and Mike was with her, still sorting out his clothes. He was grinning then. 

"No, we'll be down in a mo." said Lizzie. 

So we dressed and went down stairs, leaving the on-going love-in. We drank, we danced, we talked with other people, we sat in the garden as it got light and chatted with Tara and Mike, and shared a joint they had snagged. I didn't take much. I wanted to be able to drive in a few hours. The others mellowed and weariness started to show. We went inside, to find the party thinning out, and upstairs were couples in various states of dress and intoxication were now sleeping on the floor where they had made love. The four of us found room together, and snuggled down. I was the last to sleep, Lizzie in my arms, Tara at my back, Mike behind her. I wondered what the morning would bring. 

As it turned out the morning was less awkward than I expected. We awoke in a room of people with hangovers, and we were all still dressed, so a strategic retreat to the kitchen seemed best. Tara, Mike and Liz were all the worse for alcohol and THC, so a pot of tea was consumed and some toast was attempted. 

Tara wanted to go to the beach. So we went. 

Her house was sort of on the way, so we called in and she picked up some towels and a couple of tee-shirts and knickers, and she and Liz got freshened up. Mike fell asleep again on the road, and Tara snuggled against him in the back seat. They looked cute in my mirror. 

We built a sandcastle. We paddled barefoot. We got fish and chips for lunch and ice-creams afterwards. It was bright and almost windless, so it was warm but we didn't burn. At tea time we hit Newcastle, got burgers and candy-floss, and played the slot machines, and had a go on the dodgems. And then it was time to go home. Tara first, after several good bye kisses and arrangements to meet with Mike the next day. Then Mike. Then Liz. 

"Well, here we are then," she said as I pulled up at her parents' house. 

"Yeah." I agreed, eloquently. 

"Do you want to see me again?" she asked with a nervous smile. 

"You know I would like to. But you know how things are with Jill."

"What if I said 'Okay ' to that?" she looked unsure, but said more steadily "If I said I would meet you and Jill."

"Then you would have to give me your number and I'd speak to her and we'll arrange it."

She gave me her number, and a quick kiss, and said "Call me." And then she was gone. 

Jill got home late that night. She rang me and we arranged to meet the following day. I told her I had missed her and she laughed. "Didn't score at the party then?"

"I didn't say that, I just said I missed you. And I meant it. You know it is the first time in three months that I haven't talked to you for over twenty four hours? Haven't seen you for nearly three days? It is terrible. But I'll tell you all about it, and we can make up for lost time tomorrow."



If I Knew Then... Ch. 11



On Monday morning the first person I saw as I walked through the school gates was Mike. 

I've often remarked on his grin. It was without doubt his most typical expression. Of course he frowned and pouted and just looked blank at times, like everyone does. But the default setting for Mike was at a minimum 'broad smile'. That morning he was smiling so widely I thought the top of his head had detached. 

"Yo, Sean." he called in his booming voice. "Isn't it a lovely day?"

He had arranged to meet Tara after school. I was meeting Jill. He wanted to introduce them. 

"Maybe," I said. "But a few things occur to me. Tara is Lizzie's mate. They go to the same school. She might be with her. Could be awkward. I haven't had a chance to talk to Jill yet. Perhaps tomorrow?"

So I met Jill on my own. Penny was still in Cork, or on the long drive home. Jill kissed me enthusiastically as soon as she got in the car. No worries about being spotted by snooping teachers, I noted. 

"God I missed you!" she said

"And I missed you. Where shall we go?" 

"Our house." She said immediately. 

It wasn't quite ours yet. Ten days to wait. But we could park in the drive and walk in the garden, and sit on the back step in the sun. And in the car behind the hedge no one could see us. 

We kissed for a long time, and then Jill said "So, Cassanova, tell me about the party. Did you score?"

"Well, the big news is Mike scored. Big time. New girlfriend called Tara. Quite cute little red head. Who dragged him upstairs and into a room full of other couples, pulled his clothes off and rode him silly. He had a very good time."

"Really! My goodness! How come I miss all the best parties?" she grinned. "And what were you doing while they were engaged in this orgy?"

"Well, Tara's friend Liz was at a loose end, and I had to keep her occupied. So I took her off for a run when I dropped Len and Owen home, and she diverted me down Duncan's Dam car park on the way home."

"Ooh. And was she very diverting?" asked Jill, with, I was glad to hear, not a trace of annoyance. 

"Indeed. You'd like her. She has no navel," I said. 

"What?"

"No tummy button. Nothing there. Not hidden anywhere else. I checked. She's small, dark, lithe, and open to the idea of an afternoon in bed with you. And me, of course. She has never been with a girl, but she had no problems stripping off in the bedroom with Mike and Tara and all the others."

"Including you? You were in on the orgy?" said Jill, perhaps a little peeved. 

"Yes. But there was no-one from school. Or your school. It was all University students. And I don't think anyone will talk about anyone else. It was sort of spontaneous and rather nice. Just lots of couples together. I'm sorry you weren't there. It would have been lovely with you."

Jill looked at me a little strangely for a minute, and then said. "But then you wouldn't have been with her."

"Yes. But I would have been with you. Oh it was fun with Liz, but I missed you. Jill Wyatt, there is no one like you. No one who makes me feel this way. It was something that came home to me again this weekend without you. I like Penny. I love her. And sex with her is fun. And sex with Liz was fun too. But it isn't the same as making love with you."

I kissed her then and whispered "I'm not allowed to talk about the future with you for another four months. But my feelings haven't changed, except to get stronger. I want to live my life with you, Jill."

She kissed me then and said "Oh Sean. I wouldn't believe you, except that I feel the same. Even though, and this seems strange to me, I'm excited by the idea of this new girl. Liz? Yes? I ought to be furious. I ought to feel betrayed and hurt and dump you right now. But instead I want to hear all about what you did, and what she did, and what you think she might do. And when can we meet her and find out. And that sounds awful!"

"No it doesn't. It sounds like a confident, loving, liberated and horny young woman. Who is adored and desired, and about to be ravished." I said, gathering her in my arms and holding her so her lips were almost touching mine and I could see into her eyes. I smiled and added "If she doesn't object?"

She brushed my lips with hers, making a little "No" gesture with her head. Then, smiling, she did it again making a nodding, "Yes" gesture. 

I asked her which it was. Her tongue touched my lips to silence me. She squeezed her thigh against me. I took that as a 'yes'.

The kiss was long and soft and warm. I didn't ravish her. But I did help her undo her buttons and loosen her bra, slide off her tights and panties and loosen her skirt. I took thime to admire her crinkled up nipples, her smooth tummy with its little indent in the right place, and the soft springy bush below with just the hint of the slit beneath.

She had undone my shirt and belt, and zip, and pulled my trousers an underpants down to my knees. She had my cock in her hand and was slowly stroking it as I moved to suck her nipples and spiralled a finger across her mons and upper thighs, slipping ever closer to the little hard nub of flesh that was my target. I wasn't surprised when she gasped. My fingertip had found her slit and opened it, sliding up to her clit and circling it rapidly. 

It wasn't long before she was clinging to me and panting, and her eyes had that far- away-but-right-here look. 

I loved to watch the redness creep across her bosom and up her neck as orgasm approached. I loved the sound of her gasping my name as my fingers went inside her and my thumb took over on her clit. I loved the way she pulled my body on top of her, wordlessly demanding that I enter her, that I thrust deep into her. I loved the feeling of her long slim legs wrapped around me, and the sight of her bush mingling with mine as I felt my balls against her body and my shaft clutched by her slick pussy. I loved it all, and I loved her. Something more than lust or desire was filling me, it approached awe, it humbled me and gave me pride at the same time. It was beyond belief, and ultra real.

I kissed her as I rode her, tongues touching and breath mixed as she pulsed and squeezed and came and pulled me deep. 

I held almost still as her climax subsided, my hips straining to move. Then I let them do what they demanded, slowly building hip speed and depth and force. Her breathing was being controlled by my rhythm now, and I revelled in her gasps and the look of lust in her eyes. I was going to come in her, to empty my soul into the most beautiful woman in the world. 

She came a second time and it drove me over the edge, her muscles pulsing and sucking on my shaft, her hands reaching for me and hips thrusting up against me. Her legs spread wide and then wrapped around mine, tight, clutching me to her as she spasmed and jerked on my shaft and my cock twitched and shot inside her. 

In the aftermath we kissed wordlessly and rubbed noses and smiled. She breathed softly on my neck and I whispered my love and my thanks. 

"No need to thank me, it was definitely my pleasure," she almost purred. 

"You are wonderful you know," I said, and meant it. 

"I bet you say that to all the girls,"she murmured. 

"No, I mean it. You are special. I love making love with you. You feel different. I feel different with you."

"So what about your girl with no tummy button? Was she wonderful?" Jill asked, still smiling. I wondered if there was a hint of jealousy. 

"Fun. Exuberant. But nothing like this," I kissed her. "Other girls are fun, and different. Like Penny, she's not like you, she feels different and does different things, and different is fun. But different is not better. With Penny, or Liz, I don't feel the way I do with you, or about you. And that changes everything from just fun to something, I don't know, something sacred."

"Sacred? You are an atheist," She smiled. 

"Yes. But I feel reverence, I know I'm in the presence of something wonderful. Which is you. I don't believe in god, but I can recognise a goddess."

She laughed, gently and in that rich, warm tone that her voice had after orgasm. "Oh Sean. I am looking forward to getting the keys to this place. I would love to lie with you all afternoon and let you worship me. And bestow divine blessings on you. But just now this gear-stick is beginning to be a pain, and it's getting chilly again. Shall we go for coffee?"

I hadn't thought of it but of course Mike and Tara were in my café. Liz was not with them, so we went over. Mike introduced Jill as my girlfriend, and Tara was friendly, if shy, and made no comment about my actions on Saturday. 

We chatted and the girls got on well, and even disappeared to the loo together. For fifteen minutes. 

After five of those minutes Mike looked round at the doors to the bathroom. "Do you think we're in trouble?" he rumbled. 

"Mike, we are always and forever in trouble. But it's the kind of trouble I like. Jill's fine, and she'll be okay with Tara. Don't worry."

We talked about his latest discovery in electronic musical kit. He was drooling over a review in a music mag. Something by Korg. I never got the synthesiser and keyboard thing. If you can't pluck it... 

When the girls emerged they were giggling. Always a good sign. 

I dropped Mike home, then Tara, then Jill. It was only when we had got rid of Tara that I found out about the cause of the giggles. 

"Tara was telling me about Mike at the beach on Sunday - how she had flashed him and he got a hard on that made his trousers stick out like a tent pole. He was so embarrassed she was almost sorry for him"

"Did she say anything about Liz?"

"Yeah. She said Liz had been talking about you. And me. Wondering if she should meet me. Wondering if you are going to call."

"Ah." I said, non-committally, "Am I?"

"Oh yes. You are. We are meeting Tara and Mike and Liz at Mike's house on Thursday, at lunchtime."

"Oh, yes, half day start of Easter hols. What about Penny?"

"Another day, perhaps. Although how you think you can handle three of us is beyond me," she squeezed my knee as she said that. 

"Yes. I'll need extra coffee that morning. And what does Tara think of this arrangement?"

"Well, she was curious to find out if I was really up for it. And I said why not - and she said 'well, why not indeed.' I think she was almost taken with the idea. Knowing Mike he may suggest we all get naked together again, and she won't object."

"Will you? Object I mean. You seemed less than keen on being naked with Mike the last time. And that's not a problem for me, of course, if you want not to."

Jill pondered that for a while. "Well, I sort if went off the idea of being in the room with Mike and Penny because once Penny had been with us, with you, I thought that she might want to play with one or both if us again once she got turned on. I wouldn't mind you playing with her, but Mike would want to join in and maybe want to touch me. Which I just didn't fancy. I don't know what it is about him. I mean he is a nice guy, and pretty good looking, and, well, I just don't fancy him. I'm not shy around him, its just I didn't really want him to see me because he might get tempted. So I suppose the same applies if we go to Mikes on Thursday, really. I don't want to lead him on."

"Fair enough, if you don't fancy him, I'm happy to leave him and Tara to their own devices. If you want to be with Liz. And me."

She paused for thought again and then said "Yes. I'd like to meet Liz. And if there is a spark then we'll break off from Mike and Tara. And see how it plays out."

"And if there isn't a spark, we can jump ship, and leave Liz with Tara, and Mike. No problem."

Tuesday saw the return of Penny. She had caught up on the news with Jill in school, so the first thing she said on getting into the car was "Casanova Carver strikes again, eh?"

"Don't I get a kiss?" I asked, smiling. "Didn't you miss me?"

"No you don't get a kiss. That's Elaine Hogg across the road and she is watching. So kiss Jill and I'll sit here and not look too jealous. And yes I missed you both."

I glanced across the road. "So that is the evil Elaine. Interesting."

Jill got in the front seat and we kissed gently and, I have to say, very arousingly. 

She whispered "That'll give her something to think about" in my ear after moving her kiss to my cheek and neck. 

"It certainly gave me something," I replied. 

"Well why don't you start driving, because the sooner we get to my house the sooner we can do something about it," said Penny from the back seat. 

Her parents, having got back from Cork, had to go up to Coleraine to visit an elderly and infirm Aunt who had been unable to get to the funeral. So we had the place to ourselves all afternoon and evening. 

In the car on the way it became clear that Penny was not annoyed about my fling with Liz, but she was a bit annoyed about the planned encounter for Thursday. She agreed that it would be a bit much to drag Liz into a foursome with her and Jill and me, but she argued why not get Liz to go with me to the spare room in company with her and Jill? The two girls could make out together, while I seduced Liz again, and once it all got heated, they could move in on her if it looked okay. Penny even suggested it would be less intimidating than just Jill and me inviting her to a threesome. 

I thought the argument had merit. 

Jill wondered how it would play out with Tara. Firstly, Penny was Mike's ex. Or at least, had slept with him. She might find Penny's presence awkward. Secondly, Tara and Liz both thought that Liz was going to play with me, and Jill would be playing with me too, but not that Liz would be with Jill, or that Jill might like that sort of thing. As she put it "It's one thing to invite a girl to share your boyfriend, it's another thing to show her you fancy girls too, and expect her to take her clothes off while you watch."

In the end we all agreed that we should stick with the plan as outlined. We promised that if Liz went for Jill then next time Penny could play too. Penny grumped a bit, but then Jill said "Okay, to make up for it, Sean is all yours for the afternoon, and you get me, or both if us, for the evening."

"Deal," said Penny

I laughed and said "Don't I get a say in this?"

They chorused "No."

As soon as we got through the door Jill said "I'll put the kettle on."

Penny grabbed my tie and said "You are coming with me," as she lead me down the corridor to the stairs that lead to her bedroom. "Just not too soon. I want to come first."

She backed up the stairs, still holding my tie, undoing her blazer and then her blouse with one hand, teasing me, saying "I haven't been kissed or stroked or touched or licked or had a lovely cock to play with for five days now. I have been sharing a family room in a B and B with my parents, so I haven't even been able to play with myself to get to sleep, and the shower was en suite, so with them in the room next door I had to be quick and quiet and couldn't do it there. And I have spent all day in school, with dozens of lovely young women, and spent lunchtime with the loveliest of them all sitting a few feet away, talking to me, telling me about you having an orgy with Liz and Mike and this girl Tara, and how you made love yesterday, and I could smell her sweet skin and couldn't touch her, and I wanted so much to kiss her, and you did, in the car and I couldn't. And then we have spent the last twenty minutes talking about threesomes and foursomes and more somes with Mike and those girls. So I have to warm you that I am horny as hell, Sean, and I want you to make love to me right now."

She said the last word as she let go of my tie and threw herself back into her bed, pulling up her skirt with one hand as she reached and beckoned to me with the other. 

Penny had such a complex look on her face when she was in that mood. Lustful, playful, determined and insistent, mixed with uncertainty, fear and bravado. In her heart she still heard the preachers talking about hell-fire, and despite her obvious charms, she never really believed that she was attractive. Damnation and rejection scared her. But when I smiled and threw my jacket aside and launched myself upon her, growling, "Your wish is my command, sweet lady" those fears were swept away. 

Every girl is different to kiss. Penny's mouth was narrower than Jill's, her chin was more pointed. Her lips were quite full, and she tended to graze my lower lip with her teeth. She had a thicker tongue, and didn't advance it into my mouth as much as Jill would (although she was very active with it on other parts of my body). Different, but still wonderful. I enjoyed kissing her. That afternoon I took some time to do it thoroughly. 

We were still almost fully clothed, although her blouse was open and her skirt up, her bra was on and so were her panties and thick grey school tights. So apart from the soft bare skin of her stomach and throat, my hands were running over cloth as I stole her breath and closed her eyes. 

There is something exciting about the feel of the rough ribbed wool of school tights over soft teen-aged inner thighs. You can sense the transition to the elastic seam of panties and the thickness of a cotton gusset beneath the seam of the knitted hose. The softness of the hair and the opening below are in contrast to tension in the material as the legs are spread and hips thrust up to grind the eager crotch against your hand. 

There is something wonderful as well about the feel of the elastic at the waist of the tights, and the texture of the inside of them as your fingers slide down over bare stomach, and the material scrapes over the back of your hand. The resistance of the fabric as you pull up on another elastic seam and penetrate further in, beneath the smooth cotton of her panties, over the slightly rough hair, pushing the material down and away from the sticky flesh which moments earlier you had pressed it so firmly against. You have to make room for fingers to move and curl around, and settle the elastic on the back of your wrist, using it as a sprung fulcrum to lever your finger tip along the hairy slit inside, and open up the wet and welcoming lips. 

Finger-fucking schoolgirls in uniform. As 'things to do on a Tuesday afternoon' go, it is hard to beat. 

And I was certainly hard, and beating a rhythm that Penny could dance to. 

She came quickly. She gasped and tore her lips away from mine, and I tried to pursue them and keep kissing her through her climax, but she was out of air and gasping. I had to content myself with holding my lips just above hers and looking in her eyes as her legs thrashed and her hands gripped my elbow and my wrist to hold my hand still inside her knickers, two fingers curled inside her, my thumb on her clit.

She was a million miles away. And then her eyes closed and her hips lifted and I felt my fingers move a little further into her, and she pulled on my arm to make me grip her harder, and she breathed out slowly. "Oh gosh, oh gosh, Sean, oh my goodness. Oh that is...Ooooh," she said, and subsided, relaxing her legs and hands and her whole body. 

I let her rest, and kissed her lip, and her cheek, and chin, and neck. My lips grazed her shoulder, and followed the strap of her bra down and across the top of the cup to the centre. The angle of my wrist inside her underwear was getting difficult so I released her pussy and pulled my hand up, making her sigh again. 

I followed the route down over her solar plexus, her stomach, skipping over the rucked up band of her skirt, and pausing to dip my tongue tip in her navel. That made her laugh a little, but I moved on, until my lips found the top of her tights. 

By now I had moved so I was kneeling on the bed between her legs, and I could put a hand on each hip to take hold of her waistband. She lifted her bottom off the bed so I could pull down her tights and knickers together, over her knees, down to her ankles in one long movement. I left them there, and ran my hands back up her naked calves, then down the backs of her thighs, and up into the cleft between them, pulling her unresisting legs apart. 




If I Knew Then... Ch. 11



Her dark bush and the wet brown and purple and pink lipped pussy were revealed. She opened her legs wide, sliding her own hands over her stomach to each side of her slit, resting them on her soft inner thighs as she pulled herself open for me to see. And to kiss. 

She tasted wonderful. Sweet and salty, fresh girl come. I drank her down, and licked her lips, muzzled her and sucked on her, drew her clit into my kiss and flicked it with my tongue, and hummed my appreciation. She seemed to enjoy it. 

With her fingers buried in my hair and trying to get into my skull, her hips convulsed upwards and she cried out in a rising shriek. I love that sound. I clung onto her thighs and kept my mouth on target as she writhed and gasped. I knew she was close when she threw her hands up above her head and her knees went wide. She was trembling on my tongue, and making those little "Oh, oh" noises I adore. Then her back arched and her hand came down to rest on my head again, and she stopped breathing. 

I slowed my tongue, taking long slow licks from the base of her opening up to the exposed pink bud at the top. She trembled and gasped at each pass, and I varied the speed a fraction. The unpredictable sensations kept her on a plateau, and just as I thought it might be possible to speed up and drive her to come again her back crashed down and she closed her legs and rolled over, moaning and panting. She was curling up around another orgasm, her body shaking. 

I moved quickly to hold her then, curling behind her, wrapping her in my arms, spooning her with my body and legs. I stoked her hair back and kissed her neck, and whispered gently I her ear. "It's alright lover, I've got you, it's alright."

She took my hand and brought it to her face. She kissed my palm, and folded her fingers round mine to seal the kiss away. We lay there wordlessly for an age. 

Eventually she rolled over, took my head in her hands and kissed me. "Thank you, Sean." she said, and looked at me with sparkling brown eyes. "You are getting very good at that."

"Thank you." I said, smiling. 

"But after all you are getting lots of practice," she said

"There was an edge to that, Penny darling. Are you jealous about Liz?"

"A bit. I can't help it. I'm not jealous about Jill, ever. But it seems to me that you might well have lots of girls. A new one every week, and expect Jill, and me, not to, well, not to..."

"Complain? Object? Be jealous?" I finished her sentence, trying to be gentle. "You have a point, Penny dear. It is hard not be jealous, and hard not to feel neglected or rejected. But, my darling girl, while I agree you have been neglected and deprived it is only because you had to go away. And as for rejection, well, quite clearly here I am, and happy to be here. As for other girls, well, something seems to be happening to me. I haven't worked it out yet. The idea of sleeping with lots of girls is really quite attractive. As long as they are attractive. And I admit my list of desirable partners for at least one romp in the hay is pretty long. And Liz was on it. But, that romp with Liz was I think a bit more special for her than for me. And part of the reason it wasn't so special was because I didn't feel loved by her. And I didn't want to be. But I think she rather liked me, and she might fall for me, and I'm starting to feel bad about that."

"So you aren't going to see her again?" Penny asked, with a touch of keenness that I wasn't sure I liked. 

"I didn't say that, but I am thinking about it. I don't want to leave a trail of broken hearts, especially not yours my dear," I said. "I wanted to be able to experience all the fun I could have with girls who wanted to have fun with me, but I found it hard to relax with Liz. Hard to have fun. I was worried about being good for her, and about her getting the wrong idea, and about doing it wrong. With you, and of course with Jill, I don't worry. I can relax and know that you won't be offended if I try something new, or if I loose control or come too early, or don't come, or well, whatever might happen. I always want to make it good for you, and you know that."

"So you are having second thoughts about all those girls?"

"Well, more like some of them. I'm not sure all of them would be fun, or that they would be able to just have fun and leave it at that, without thinking that I was going to run away with them and marry them, or whatever. And some of them would just be notches on the bedpost, or worse. It's all to complicated."

"Notches on the bedpost? Worse?" she asked, looking puzzled. 

"Cowboy lore -- gun slingers would carve a notch in the handle of their gun for everyone they killed. More notches, bigger man. Or something. I know guys who are like that. I don't want to be them. And the 'worse' would be if I was screwing the girl for some other reason than fun. Conquest. Dominance. Because I didn't like her, or because she didn't like me."

Penny still looked puzzled. "But why would you want to have sex with someone you didn't like?"

I laughed. "My lovely girl. You don't understand boys do you? We are rough and brutal critters, and get a kick out of bullying people and asserting our macho physical prowess. Well, some do. It goes along with the mindset that calls girls sluts and looks down on them if they like sex. The sort of guy who thinks sex is humiliating for women, and enjoys that. Of course it can be humiliating, if a guy makes it that way. But I would never want to be that sort of guy. I think I've learned that sex is best when you trust the other person enough to be vulnerable. To be at risk of humiliation and emotional destruction, but you know they won't take advantage of that. Those guys that just screw girls are sad creatures. They do so much harm to beautiful people who have granted them the privilege of sharing their bodies, and they never experience the freedom that making love gives. They just have sex. Meaningless, loveless, masturbation using another body as a source of friction."

Penny touched my face and said "You are a very strange boy you know. You talk so passionately about these things. It's almost scary."

"Don't be scared. Penny darling, I never want to scare you. These things run deep you know. I don't think that all men are rapists, like some feminists say, but that urge to hunt and to win, to dominate others and protect your family is pretty fundamental. Take that girl Elaine for instance. I am somewhat annoyed with her. She has hurt you, and I want to protect you and punish her for doing that. And from what you have said she talks about me as if I am an idiot. And as if I am the sort of brute who would punish Jill, and you, if you did something that I disapproved of. And that I am the kind of narrow minded dope who would disapprove of you two expressing your obvious and sincere affection. All of which is fairly insulting to me and arrogant of her to assume. Now some men might think that beating her, or forcing her to have sex with them, or more subtly seducing or coercing her into it, just to boost their ego and show her how clever and masterful and macho they are."

"That's horrible. That's rape." Penny said, and shook at the idea. 

"Yeah. Even if it is seduction, and she agrees or gives in. But you can imagine the ego boost that would give a guy - having a haughty insulting woman who had looked down on him reduced to a helpless object of his pleasure. Even I can see how that could be a turn on. Even if there was no coercion involved, the feeling of power when I'm on top, with you naked beneath me, urging me on, willing me to thrust into you hard and fast and deep, wanting me to come in you, well, that is a turn on. I imagine if I seduced Elaine, got her naked and spread beneath me, sweating and panting, and begging me fuck her harder it would take the stung out of her insults. Her arrogance would be shown up for a hollow pose. Especially when I got her to suck my cock clean of her pussy juice and my come, and got her to confess how she liked the taste. Knowing I had seen her naked and reduced her to lust and animal pleasure, it would be hard for her to play the high and mighty moral card, and think she was superior in some way." 

Penny had listened wide eyed to my description of what I might do to her enemy, and laughed at the image. "Ooh what a thought. Elaine naked and sweaty! And sucking you off! There is a real fantasy. I'll bet she'll never do that. Not just to you, but ever in her life. She'll never know how good sex can be. She's too stuck up and full of rubbish about it being dirty and sinful. Poor girl. She will never know how wonderful it is to have her nipples sucked by a boy and a girl at the same time. Or how sweet a girl's pussy can be. Or how nice it is to suck your cock."

"That almost sounds like a challenge. Do you want me to try to seduce her, and teach her just how good it can be? Then maybe you could join us and teach her all about licking your pussy. You could sit on her face while I fuck her."

Penny wriggled. "Hmm. I see what you mean. I don't like her, but it would be fun to seduce her, corrupt her. But even if I converted her to be a full blown tit-sucking girl-snogging pussy-licker, and that shut her up and stopped her talking about me and Jill, I still think I wouldn't like her. She's just not nice."

"But the idea of having sex with her is still a bit exciting, yes? But then when you think about it a bit more, it isn't such a good idea. You would feel bad about making a girl feel loved, or at least feel so good, when you didn't like her. It would feel like a lie. And she would be hurt, and you would have set out to do that to her, knowing she would get hurt. And that's spiteful. Which is just what we don't like about her, so how could we like ourselves?"

"Yeah. I suppose. But what if it made her a better person - if she realised sex isn't dirty, that lesbians are people too, and love can be just as good in threes?"

"Well, that would be an upside. But if she falls in love with you, or me, and we only did it out of spite, and we still don't like her..."

Penny nodded. "Yeah. I'd feel bad. Probably. At the very least it would get horrible and messy." She grinned then. "But I still like the idea of seeing her sucking your cock. Speaking of which..."

She reached for my belt and slipped her hand down inside my trousers and underpants, taking me in her hand and squeezing me gently. "You know you are wearing far too many clothes? And so am I." She kissed me with open mouthed passion, and then said "And I want your cock inside me, Sean."

The next few seconds were a tumble of buttons and zips and laces and hooks. I was naked, standing by the bed, she was wearing nothing but the gold chain with the christening medal that she almost always had on. It hung down and swayed in unison with her breasts as she knelt on the bed on all fours and took my cock in her mouth. 

Penny had become a very accomplished cocksucker. She and Jill had experimented on me, comparing ideas, and asking me what worked. It was almost competitive, but I consistently refused to say one was better than the other. They were both good. But that particular afternoon as she sucked me deep and rocked forward until her nose touched my stomach and I felt her tongue touch my balls, I was prepared to award a special commendation. 

She drew back and sucked my tip, flicking it with her tongue, then slowly rocked forward and took me all in again. When she made a humming noise in her throat I almost collapsed. My knees went weak and I had to lean forward against the bed and grab her head for support, which pushed me just a quarter inch further in. I groaned. 

She held me there for a few seconds more, and pulled back to catch a breath, and pushed forward to suck me in again. She didn't pause as long this time, and the next was quicker again. I found myself looking down at her as she knelt there, naked, using her body to drive her open mouth over my shaft. I was standing still, deep-throating her, face-fucking her. 

It was quite something to see, her beautiful tanned body, back and buttock muscles working beneath the amber skin, rocking back and forward with my cock disappearing into her mouth. 

It looked good in the mirror as well. Her dressing table was opposite the foot of the bed. It was a big old-fashioned thing with a three part mirror. I could see her clearly in the large central section, side on, nipples hard, firm breasts hanging down, my cock shining wet as it slid between her lips, her rounded bottom and shapely thighs tensed and flexing. 

She was beautiful. 

She was an innocent enthusiast, a young woman blossoming, nubile, breath-taking. 

Quite literally the latter - I could hardly breathe. 

She pulled back when I gasped some air and looked up at me. She held my cock between finger and thumb and gently squeezed just behind the glans, and said "You aren't going to come yet are you?"

I groaned and gulped another breath, and managed to say "No, not quite. But that was a hell of a thing to do."

"Thank you, I practised with my hair brush." she smiled at me and said, "Maybe you should lie down?"

I gratefully collapsed across the bed, and she tilled me over and kissed my lips as she took my shaft in her hand again and wanked me slowly. "So you liked that, Sean?" she said, teasingly. 

"Uh huh." 

"Well I hope you like this too," she said, and swung around to throw a leg over me, straddling me. 

In moment she had my shaft held upright and rubbed me back and forth along her slit. She pressed down a little and I felt, and saw, my tip enter her. Then she took her hand away and smiled down at me as she lowered her body, impaling herself. 

She was warm and tight and wet, and the sight of her hairy lips parted round my shaft was made me smile as broadly as her. 

She rode me. Bouncing up and down, perfect tits in mesmerising motion, soft thighs rubbing on mine, face flushed with effort and arousal. 

My hips rose to meet her. Her pussy lips slapped against the base of my cock and her fingers entwined with mine. I was going to come in her, shoot my seed up inside her, flood her with come, have her milk me and squeeze me and draw me up and in. 

She was quick to reach a high arousal. After only a dozen strokes, sliding down my shaft all the way, her pace picked up and her breathing quickened. I just let myself relax into her rhythm and body, and went with the flow. I was surprised when she slammed down hard and started a rapid grinding motion. She shimmied her hips, bottom flexing back and forward, rubbing her clit against my pubic bone, and making an ululating, strangled noise. Her whole body shook, and her pussy tightened round my shaft. 

It was electrifying. She was wild. Abandoned. Overwhelmed by lust. A teenage goddess of carnal desire, every fibre of her gorgeous body on fire with purest pleasure, and that pleasure was pouring into me, out of her cunt and into my cock, filling my body with her heat and light, draining my consciousness, burning me clean, catching me up in a whirlwind of flame and light and a roaring noise and moment of utter joy. 

She lay naked on top of me like a warm rag doll. I was softening inside her, one hand on the soft small of her back, the other on her neck. I felt her breathing deepen as I pulled the duvet over us, and she slid a little to the side, still with her arm and one leg across me, her head on my shoulder. She was on her way to a post orgasmic dream. 

I lay awake and thought about what had just happened. 

I have these memories of a different life. Being older, looking back, wishing I could do it again, do it better. I remember Penny as my girlfriend, that I chose her, not Jill, at that party. It had taken years before we had sex, and then, after a few more years, Penny had discovered her submissive streak, her attraction to other women, her need for danger. I remember how it tore me apart. How it tore us apart. How it took me so long to realise what had happened. 

In this life I chose Jill, and got Penny as well. We had released her bisexual nature, and played with her exhibitionism, and just a little with her submissive needs. She seemed happy. Happier than she had been with me before. And she was certainly more sexually open and adventurous and joyous. 

I hoped I could keep her this time. 

As she drifted into sleep she kissed my neck and said "I love you, Sean." 

I had kissed her forehead and murmured "I love you," back. It was so familiar. So warming. So true. 

I felt like I had come home. But I wanted Jill there to complete the picture. 

As if on cue there was a light tap at the door, and Jill opened it, carrying a tray. 

"Come on in, my love," I said, in a soft voice. 

She had brought glasses of water, a pot of tea, and biscuits. She put the tray on the dressing table and came to lean over the bed and kiss me. 

She looked at Penny's sleeping face, and smiled a soft smile. It was like a mother with her baby. "Isn't she beautiful?"

"Yes," I agreed, "and I am so lucky to have two such beautiful girls, who love each other and love me."

She smiled and said "You said it, Mister."

Penny struggled awake. She sat up, shameless, naked and tousled, and stretched. I admired the way her breasts rose as she reached above her head. "Oh, Jill, that's lovely," she said as Jill brought the tray from the dressing table. "I could use a cup of tea."

"I heard you getting noisy and then going quiet. So I thought you could do with the blood sugar." Jill said, and kissed her as she passed her the cup. 

I loved the way the two of them were together, almost like a married couple. 

We three chatted and drank tea, Jill still in her uniform, us naked. I couldn't help but smile. Eventually Jill turned to me and asked why I was grinning so widely. 

"Because in a week or so we will have our own place. And when it is done up in a couple of months we can live like this, together, all the time. I'm looking forward to it."

"Me too," said Penny. "Although I suppose we will have to wear clothes sometimes. Speaking of clothes, you are wearing far too many."

Jill said "No, I told you he's all yours for the afternoon, you have at least another half hour, since I am going to the kitchen now to rustle up something. I get to play after dinner."

"But what if I said I want to play with you now. Sean is all tired and worn out and no good for anything for an hour or two," said Penny. "And I've missed you."

"Charming." I said. "What go you mean I'm worn out? You were the one who was so tired you fell asleep."

"Exactly." said Penny. "I had a nice refreshing nap, and I'm ready for more. You didn't, and anyway you have been far too busy, far too often in the last few days. You need a break. Also, you can get dinner."

"You know, this is beginning to sound like a good plan..." said Jill, walking round the bed to Penny's side. 

"My purse is on the dressing table, you'll find a twenty pound note in it, Sean," said Penny.

"What am I, a gigolo now?" I said, smiling.

Jill quipped "Twenty? That's a bit more than his usual rates."

Penny was quick to say "Yes, but since he is going to the Chinese to buy us dinner I thought I should give him a tip."

"Gee, a nineteen pound fifty tip. I must have been good..." I said with mock humility. 

Penny reached for me and drew me to her smiling lips to kiss me, saying "You were very good. You are always good. And we shall be suitably grateful and spoil you rotten when you get back. Especially if you bring barbecue spare ribs."

"Okay, okay, I'm going, I'm going!"

As I pulled on my clothes Penny was pulling off Jill's. They had got to knickers, tights and bra by the time I was ready to be seen in public. 

"Go on, shoo!" said Jill, "I know you: if I take anything more off we'll never get rid of you."




If I Knew Then... Ch. 11



She was as usual quite right. I went, grinning and blowing them both kisses.

When I got back the girls were still in bed. I sorted out a tray with bowls and forks and glasses of water, and carried the lot up stairs. 

They were naked, and looked rather cute and rumpled as they lay facing each other, kissing and talking quietly. Both of their voices were low and soft when they spoke to me, and they had a languid, sated air. 

We ate, both girls becoming more animated as they fed, and the talk became more flirtatious. 

We fed each other, which I have always thought sexy. Sometimes fingers had to be licked. Of course they had insisted that I undress for dinner, so when drops of lemon sauce ended up on my chest they were easy to clean off. Penny licked them. 

So I returned the compliment, putting a drip of sweet and sour on each of her nipples. Which gave Jill something to suck clean as well as me. Once the cashew nuts got involved the evening was destined for mayhem. 

I took Jill from behind that evening as Penny lay beneath her and licked her out. Sometimes she licked my shaft and balls as I swung deep into her girlfriend's body. Jill of course was using fingers and tongue on Penny's open pussy, although the distraction of what we were doing to her made that effort impossible after a while. Penny didn't mind. She knew she would have her turn. 

Jill came, with my cock deep in her, as I gripped her hips and pushed hard into her pulsing, tight and hot pussy, and Penny sucked on her nipples from below. I was watching it all in the mirror. Jill collapsed forward, but I moved to follow her, and carried on shafting her as she rolled on her side. She had her left leg straight up in the air, her right out wide with bent knee, and I could push deep into her, but Penny could also reach her pussy, with finger and mouth. We drove her to orgasm again, and again. 

Eventually Jill was sated and started to whimper. It was too much. I pulled out of her, and found my cock instantly devoured by Penny's hungry mouth. She sucked me deep, and dry. 

I wanted her pussy again. Penny was right. I had come so often in the last few days that I slow to build again to orgasm, but I was still horny and hard and wanted so much to keep going and come again. So I pulled away from her mouth, despite her protest, and spun her around, throwing her legs wide, and plunging into her. I was impatient. I had been close to a climax when Jill came for the third time, so now I took my pleasure in Penny. Her soft and smooth young body responded to the urgency of my thrusts. She gripped me round my back and opened her legs wide, lifting them up, and saying "Oh, darling, you are so hard. Oh yes, do me hard, Sean, oh yes stick it in me deep and hard. Oh yes, Sean, come in me. Come inside me, come in me honey. Oh yes darling, yes come on, come in me, Yes!"

Her urgent voice, her hard nipples against my chest, her soft, hot, wet and clutching pussy, her smooth thighs and gripping fingers, and the look in her eyes, of love and lust and joy, all combined in an irresistible wave of pleasure. I felt my balls tighten, my cock swell, the tight feeling in my ass, my heart and cock and lungs all matching pace, and the release as I filled her body with my come again. 

She kissed me, and so did Jill, and I felt Jill's hands on my back and my ass, and round to feel my balls, and a finger pressing around my softening shaft to touch Penny's come-slick lips and enter her as my cock left her open. Jill's lips went from mine to Penny's, and as I rolled off her, Jill moved in between her girlfriend's thighs, and sucked in her tongue, and put two fingers, or maybe three, into her curl fringed slit. 

I watched as Jill's breasts swayed and touched Penny's, which were gently rocking as Jill's hand pistoned her fingers in Penny's pussy. The two emitted a chorus of sighs and gasps and squeaks and moans between their heavy breaths. Naked and intertwined, their smooth skinned bodies formed beautiful shapes, soft curves colliding and skin contrasting, honey and cream, dark curls and light. I marvelled at their fluidity and grace and balance. Each seemed to know exactly what the other needed, and both were raised to new heights of pleasure together and in turn. It was the purest lovemaking. It was more intense and concentrated and heart stoppingly erotic than anything I had ever seen. 

I could have watched them for hours, but such emotion and sensation cannot be sustained forever. Still, it was at least half an hour before they subsided and snuggled together, and became a quiet heap of soft affection. 

I didn't want to intrude, so I waited until Jill beckoned me, and then slid in behind her, curling my body to fit hers, and Penny put her hand over to stroke my side. They smelled warm and spicy and sexy. I wanted never to leave that bed. 

But of course I had to. And so did Jill. She went to the bathroom, with Penny, to get less sexy smelling, while I was sent to make a cup of tea, and we drank the warm sweet brew in Penny's bedroom while Jill dressed and brushed her hair, and Penny put on her pyjamas. Rather conservative and concealing, brushed cotton, in baby pink. She blushed when I saw them. 

"My mum buys them," she said. 

"I think they're cute." I said, and meant it. "Or rather, you are cute in them. Such an innocent looking bundle of girlish charms. Butter wouldn't melt in your mouth."

"No," said Jill, "It would just flash straight to plasma." Her look was one of dry amusement.

"Indeed, because you are a hot little bundle. Which adds to the cuteness." I added. 

"Wouldn't you rather I had something slinky and silky on?" said Penny. 

"Sometimes. But it is like school uniforms, woolly grey tights and all. There is an innocent charm about them. Not that I would object to seeing you in silk, or leather or rubber or nothing at all - variety is the spice. And all that. But the constant, and the best, bit is what is in the clothes."

In the car outside her house Jill said "You get the keys to the house next week, don't you?"

"We get the keys to our house, next week, yes." I said. 

"Not ours yet. You know we need to talk to mum and dad about it. And Penny's folks. I'd like it to be soon. I know we planned for September, for the start of University, but I hated leaving her tonight. And I hate you having to go as well. Let's make it soon, okay?"

"Yes. More than okay. I want that too." I said it firmly, and kissed her firmly, and as I drove away I wondered how to do it. 

Wednesday this week was different. There was a schools conference at Queen's University for Physics 'A' level students, hosted by the astrophysics department. So I was there all day, and couldn't see the girls until it was over at half five - just time to pick them up and drop them home. Which was in it's own way lovely. But all too brief. Still, I got an hour or two working on the MG that evening. She was nearly ready. 

Thursday was bitterly cold. A wind straight from the pole, sharp enough to slice you, slid its fine blades between my buttons and through the door seals of the Mini. 

I had arranged to pick up Jill at lunchtime when we both got out of school for half day, last day of term. We would go to Mike's house an hour later, to meet up with him and Tara, and Liz. 

Jill was nervous. 

So was I. 

We went for lunch, in our usual Café. It was packed, (which I liked to see - 30% of the profits were mine) so we got a coffee and sandwich to go. We took the car down to the riverside at Clement Wilson Park, and watched the dark waters and the squabbling mallards while we talked and ate. 

"Yeah," she said, "It is kind of strange. I mean, when we meet up with Penny and we all go to bed, that's one thing. But to meet up with a girl I don't know..."

"We don't have to go to Mike's you know. I can ring and say we aren't coming. It's no problem." I said, half hoping she would agree. 

"I know. But it's not that I don't want to meet Liz, and maybe, fool around a bit. I'm just worried that I won't like her and it will all be awkward." Jill kissed me then and stroked my face, and looked deep into my eyes and said "I love you Sean. And I love Penny. I have loved her for years. So with her and you it is different. But I don't fancy every girl, or every guy. And I don't know if I can let myself go enough to enjoy this. I don't know why but I have got sort of intimidated by Mike. Whatever it is about him, he turns me off. If the same thing happens with Liz, well, it could be awful."

"Okay. Let's have a code word. Something that we can say that calls it off. Something you can put into a conversation that we know between us means it's time to go. Something a bit odd though, something you wouldn't just say normally, but not too odd so we can say it and then we can both work to get out gracefully."

"Like what?" asked Jill

"Well, how about we mention 'granny'. You know, 'my granny used to say...' or 'granny had one of those ' or 'Hell I've just remembered it's granny's birthday we have to go..'. That sort of thing."

"'Granny' it is then."

When we got to Mike's it was Tara who answered the door. Mike was in the bathroom, according to Tara. She said that Liz was in the front room, and that she was about to make a pot of tea.

Jill said brightly, "Oh good. I'll help you," and moved toward the kitchen. She gave me a brittle smile and said "Why don't you go on into the living room and say hello to Liz. We'll be in shortly."

So I went to the living room and Liz was there, looking pale. She jumped up and said "Oh it is you." She looked over my shoulder. "Is, ah, is Jill not here then?"

Lizzie's expression was unreadably complex. Excitement. Anxiety. Relief. Fear. Joy. Some deep sadness. The whole gamut. 

I took her hands and said "Jill is helping Tara in the kitchen. She will be in soon. Are you okay?"

Liz was nearly trembling. "Ahm. Yeah. Of course." She forced a smile. 

"Jill is nervous too. So am I. This all seems sort of odd. I mean, I had a great time with you at the weekend and all this seemed liked good idea at the time, but coming here today it all seems sort of strange."

Liz's smile softened and broadened. "Yeah. Strange. That's one way of putting it. I don't know that I think I can do this."

I squeezed her hands. "So we don't have to do anything. Let's have a cup of tea, a chat, and I'll run you home. It's fine. And don't worry. Jill is okay about everything, and she's nice, you'll get on fine."

At which point Mike blundered in. "Oh, hi. No Jill?" he said

"I'm here," said a voice from behind him. Mike turned and shifted out of the way so Jill could get past with the tray. "And you must be Liz," said Jill setting the tray down and smiling. She stepped closer and took Liz's hand, which I had let drop, and said "I'm glad to meet you." 

Before Liz could answer Jill had leaned in and kissed her cheek. Liz was surprised, and again before she recovered Jill spoke. "Now, how do you take your tea?"

It was all very difficult for the next half hour. Tea was drunk, the looming 'A' Level exams were discussed, university choices mulled over, parents complained about, lipstick colours debated, and the state of boys haircuts decried. I protested about the last bit, since I had been too busy to get to a barber in a few weeks. Mike merely laughed. His blond mop was dead straight and needed little grooming - it always looked just neat enough not to be scruffy, short or long. 

But it gave Tara an opportunity to stroke his hair, and to give him a compliment, and to follow it up with a kiss. Which made Liz freeze up again and Jill looked uncomfortable for a moment. So I said "You'll wear her lips out and then what will you do?" I was trying to lighten the tone. 

Mike replied "I'll start on the other bits then." 

Tara mock slapped his arm then, calling him a cheeky monkey, and I said "Such sickening scenes of sex and violence! Pas devant les enfants."

Mike grinned. I had explained to him that if Jill and I got together with Liz it would be easier if he and Tara were not in the same room. So he had agreed to take Tara off and leave us alone. He took this as his cue. He stood up and pulled Tara up with him. "In that case, so as not to outrage and corrupt the young ladies, I shall take my kisses, and the girl I'm kissing, elsewhere," he announced, and lifted her to kiss her and carry her out of the room. She giggled and squealed and we heard his heavy tread going up the stairs. 

"Well." said Liz. 

"Yes." said Jill

"Indeed." said I

"I suppose we should leave them to it." said Liz. 

"Well," said Jill, "Yes. I wouldn't want to interrupt in any case."

Liz looked at her sideways. "Or join in?" she asked a little shyly. 

"Not with them, no. Not with Mike. He's not my type."

Liz flicked a glance at Jill and then at me. "What about with Tara? And Sean?"

"Well," said Jill, again. She was taken aback. "I'm not sure. I mean, Sean is my type, obviously. But I hadn't thought about Tara."

Liz glanced at her again, and then me for a fraction longer. "I can see what you mean. About Mike. I think he's cute, but Sean is obviously the more attractive."

Jill looked at her, and smiled, and looked back to me. We were sitting beside each other, with me closer to the chair on which Liz was sitting Liz was on the single seat at right angles to the sofa. Jill said "Yes," and her voice had changed, softened with affection as she brushed my hair off my forehead "even when he needs a haircut, he is the most attractive man I know."

"Why thank you," I said, and kissed her with a not too quick peck. 

Jill's eyes sparkled for a moment. "I thought you were trying to protect Liz and me from such scenes."

Liz said "Oh, don't worry about me, I've seen all sorts of things. And, if you don't mind me watching, I, I don't mind. Watching." She stumbled that last part, and blushed. 

I turned back to Jill and said "What would Granny say to that?"

"Well, your Granny would say 'you are only young once, don't waste it, and make sure he gives you an orgasm.' Which I quite agree with."

I laughed. She was right. 

She kissed me again, and I realised she was settling into it. She had decided to make love to me in front of Liz. And Liz had said she was happy to watch. So...

Jill's kisses were soft and slow, and her hands moved in gentle curves inside my jacket, up my back and over my chest. She tugged at my tie a little, hinting for me to remove it. 

Of course I took the hint. And undid my shirt collar. She immediately fell on my neck with her lips and a graze of her teeth. Her hand fumbled at the next button and I undid it, and the next and the next, until my shirt was undone. 

Her hand pulled at my belt, and I hesitated a moment, but she tugged at the free end and pulled at the buckle and I had to comply. 

In moments she had my cock in her hand. I was still wearing all my clothes, but with my trousers and underpants half-way to my knees, my shirt and blazer open, and Liz sitting watching me only a few feet away, I felt more naked than I had ever been. 

Jill had not removed anything. She was kissing me as she wanked me slowly, and I had one hand inside her blazer, feeling her breast through the blouse and bra, but now she shrugged off her jacket, and I helped her get her arms free. I was surprised when her head suddenly dropped down and I felt her mouth close over my cock. She sucked me firmly and bobbed her head up an down as she wanked me, and I gasped and put my hand on her neck. 

Her tongue was firmly stroking against the sensitive edges of my glans as she stroked a finger over my balls and inner thighs. She shuffled round to kneel at my my feet, and pull on my trousers, getting them down to my ankles and beginning to work on my shoelaces while maintaining her grip on my cock with her lips. 

I glanced at Liz. She was staring at Jill's mouth as it slid up and down on my cock. Her face was a picture of uncertainty and hunger. I thought for a moment that she might push Jill aside and simply take me in her own mouth, although the possibility that she might bite and rip my cock off in her frenzy wasn't such an erotic thought. 

Then I looked down at Jill just as she pulled my trousers off. Shoes and socks had gone, so I was only in my shirt and blazer, as she grabbed both my ankles and lifted my feet up and wide, and slid her mouth off the end of my cock and down the shaft. She ostentatiously licked me, up and down and then down further to my balls. She was looking up at me with smiling eyes as I groaned in pleasure and she pressed her nose between them to push her tongue underneath. It was a trick that she and Penny had worked out a few weeks before, and I still liked it.

I groaned again as she licked back up my shaft and lifted me in her hand to pop me back in her mouth and suck me, and wank me fast as she pulsed her mouth around me. 

I struggled for breath. If she kept that up I would come in no time. 

But just as I thought I would-be pushed over the edge she stopped, and gripped my shaft in her hand, and looked at me with innocent expression and said "Is that nice then?"

"Uh huh," was the most eloquent I could be. 

She gave me a single fast stroke, and my body jerked and I groaned. "Oh good," said Jill and she was sparkling with mischief. 

She looked round at Liz and smiled. The girl was obviously turned on by what she had seen. "Would you mind helping him off with his shirt, Lizzie dear? He seems a bit incapable, and I'm a bit busy."

Liz looked at her and then at me and after a glacial pause stood up and stepped over to the sofa. She knelt beside me on the seat and started to pull my jacket and shirt off. Fortunately my cuff-links were quite large, so the sleeve came over my hand easily. She helped me sit forward so she could pull the clothes up and out of the way. It put her face about six inches from mine.

I pulled her to me and kissed her. Liz wasn't surprised, but she was a little hesitant. I was very turned on, and my kiss was passionate and demanding, she was nervous and unsure. For a moment she pulled back and I realised I had been too fast. 

Liz glanced down at Jill, to see her reaction, and so did I. Jill was now smiling up at her, and wordlessly, slowly, opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue to lick the head of my cock. She kept looking at Liz as she took it in her mouth and sucked on it. 

Liz looked back to me. And said "I ..." but said no more as I drew her back to kiss me again. This time I let her set the pace, struggling to control myself as I felt Jill push my legs apart and start kissing the insides of my thighs as she gently wanked me. 

Lizzie's kisses warmed. Her hands gripped my shoulders and began to explore my chest and along my arms. My hand came up to touch her breasts, and she made a deep little noise in her throat as I squeezed the nipple inside her white cotton blouse and bra. 

Her hand found the sleeve of my shirt and blazer that still hung on my right arm, and Liz sat back for a second saying "Oh, I forgot about this!" She pulled them off over my hand and scooped up the clothes by their collars, shaking them out straight and then dropping them neatly across the back of the sofa beside her. 

She turned to look at me. I suppose I was quite a sight, lying there naked with my girlfriend slowly pushing her head down over my cock, taking it all inside, in an impressive display of controlled skill. 

Liz smiled. She shook her head, disbelieving but caught up in the moment. I took her hand and pulled her to me, and kissed away her hesitation. 

Liz was suddenly turned on again. I may have started to play with her buttons, but she was the one who rapidly undid them and threw off her blouse. Her kisses turned fierce as my hands slid over her bare back, and around to her unnaturally smooth stomach. It was without any prompting on may part that she reached behind her and unclipped her bra, and it was bundled away in the same direction that her blouse had been thrown.