1 comments/ 33645 views/ 19 favorites New Horizons for Nick By: Lion24655 Nick walked slowly home from the office, the warehouse, his mind whirring around what he had read on Mr Fraser's Computer. Nick had only been working there about six weeks, and it was only a gap year job his mother had found for him. Everyone thought at 18 he was a bit young to be going off to college, far from home. Nick lived in a small town, the nearest college too far to commute to, and that college didn't really have the courses he was looking for. The job itself was enjoyable, but not hard. He worked in the office and stores of a distribution company. They employed drivers and storemen and office staff - about 25 in total. At 18 Nick was far and away the youngest, and felt he suffered from having 24 parents at work! He enjoyed it and the work was interesting without being too challenging. One of Nick's roles was to stand in as receptionist when the normal receptionist Mandy was at lunch, or off for the day. It meant sitting in a small room inside their rather underwhelming front entrance, with the door to the office and warehouse to the side, and the door to Mr Fraser's Office behind him. Mr Fraser owned and ran the company, and while he was never messed around by the staff or customers, he was positive, friendly and fair. He was hugely respected by his staff. Nick had filled in all afternoon as receptionist. Truth is receptionist was a grand name - there were few callers. The role was more being the runner for Mr Fraser, taking messages to the garage and warehouse, phoning people, stuffing and stamping envelopes, photocopying. Nick enjoyed it - it was better than counting bales of hay, or boxes of baked bean tins, or the hundred and one other tasks out in the warehouse. The truth was - Nick enjoyed the work and got paid! But today had been different. It was a Tuesday, and Mandy had been at the dentist. There had been a phone call for Mr Fraser which Nick had connected, then Mr Fraser dashed out of his office. "Nick, Gotta get to the bank quick - can you stuff the invoices and bits on my desk and get them out this evening. I won't be back. Sure you'll do a great job." With that he was gone. Nick had gone into Mr Fraser's office and found a pile of bills, letters, orders and other random letters on Mr Fraser's desk, with a pile of envelopes and stamps ready for posting. Nick got to work. He had done this sort of job several times, and had little problem finding addresses, writing the envelopes, posting them. He was pretty well through the pile when he saw a letter to a company he didn't recognise, and didn't have the address for. It would be no problem to check on google on Mr Fraser's computer for the address. Nick wiggled the mouse to clear the screensaver, to see not the computer desktop, but a website on the screen. He stopped. He was sure Mr Fraser would not have left this there if he hadn't been rushing. He knew Mr Fraser was married, and had a daughter and son at university, in their early 20's. The website seemed to be a gay site. On the chat page, where there was a box - a private conversation box. Nick had used these sort of things - not a gay chatroom, but a teen chat room - so recognised and knew how these things worked. Perhaps he shouldn't have looked, but he knew deep down no-one would catch him, with Mr Fraser out for the rest of the day. The private conversation box was between Fraz and DownUNDER. Mark began to read. Mark quickly guessed that "Fraz" was Mr Fraser, downUNDER some sort of online friend he had. DownUNDER: "So is he there today?" Fraz: "Working out in the reception. You'd be amazed - he has no idea how hot he is." DownUNDER: "Tell me again." Fraz: "Five ten, slim, gorgeous curvy teenage ass. Short blonde hair. Respectful. Girly eyes. 18 years old." DownUNDER: "What do u fancy doing him today?" Fraz. "Would love to strip him completely. Play with him. Play with his cock. His balls. Jerk him off. Catch it in my hand - smear his cum all over his mouth and face. " DownUNDER: "Would u give his ass a good fucking then?" Fraz: " Had another fantasy. Get him fucking my wife, then would get on top and fuck his ass as he fucked her. I reckon if we found the right person she would go for it, the cow is so kinky." DownUNDER: "Picture is so hot I'm stroking now. So wouldn't the twink go for it?" Fraz: "Don't dare touch him. He could end up screaming sexual harassment, then I lose everything. Just keep it for a fantasy." DownUNDER; "Oh, fuck, I've just shot my load. Thanks mate, so hot. Would love to have a twink like that." Fraz: "No problem, damn there's the phone, you go clean up..." DownUNDER: "You still there?" DownUNDER: "Guess you've had to go. Will hold on a bit. Chat soon." Nick was stunned. They were talking about him. They called him the twink. He'd heard that phrase before and knew what it meant. Nick knew he wasn't gay, and that girl at the party who had taken his virginity seemed to like what he did. As did her best friend two hours later! And he found what they were saying about to him terrifying. And frightening. And had given him the hardest cock he had had since that party. Even distracted Nick found the address he was looking for, finished the letter, and put stamps on the letters ready to post. As he finished the task he had wondered about what he had read, and turned back to the computer, and read the conversation again. Then, he decided to do something. Call it instinct, but he knew what he could do. He would write on the page, just carrying on from "Fraz". Fraz (but Nick writing): "Hello, I'm the twink." There was a pause. Then suddenly a reply. DownUNDER: "WHAT???" Fraz (but Nick writing): "I'm the twink you are talking about. I've just been reading your conversation." Another pause. DownUNDER: "Did you enjoy it? Would you do it if he came onto you?" Fraz (but Nick writing): "I don't know. His wife is hot. But as long as he respected me if I said no I would never scream "Sexual Harassment." DownUNDER: "I'll tell him you won't scream sexual harassment. How can I be sure you are the twink. Do you have a name?" Fraz (but Nick writing): "Rather not. Can't stop you talking to Mr "Fraz," ask him if there is an old calendar - 2006 - with a picture of mount Fuji in the corner of the office. He'll know you've talked to me. Gotta go." Nick suddenly realised what he had done, as he turned off the computer. If DownUNDER spoke to him, Mr Fraser would know he had read the rest. Suddenly anxiety overwhelmed him as he realised how much he had given away. In a daze Nick took the letters to the letter box then walked home slowly, processing what he had seen, and said, and what might happen. But he was shocked at himself - he told himself he would turn down Mr Fraser flat, if he came on to him, but deep down he knew he wanted to say yes... Through tea with his mother, and the evening on the computer, Nick couldn't decide what to do, or what to think. He didn't feel threatened. He felt quite flattered. He liked being complimented as a "sex object." He had to jerk off thinking about what they said they wanted to do to him. And Mr Fraser's wife was hot - she was tall and slim, with dark short hair. She had been friendly, confident, outgoing, in the few sentences she had shared with Nick. She looked "smart" whatever she wore. He wouldn't mind having her - and he had jerked off thinking about her a couple of times after she had been in the office. But he was uncertain - would he say no, might he say yes? It wouldn't be tomorrow - DownUNDER would have to talk to "Fraz" before there would be a move. If there was. Would he let Mr Fraser, if Mr Fraser made a move on him? Nick was certain of one thing - he liked and respected Mr Fraser. And he liked his wife, the couple of times he had met her. He also knew he worked hard and did a good job. He wasn't going to give up the job to get out of the situation he was now in. Paul Fraser had been worried, but now was feeling excited. There were possibilities. The worries had started after he had rushed out to the bank one afternoon, leaving Nick to do some work in his office. It wasn't anything serious, but there was a document he had to sign before closing time. He suddenly remembered - he had been talking to an internet "friend" - DownUNDER, not that he had any idea who he was. Paul was happily married, but had occasionally, before he was married, enjoyed playing around with other men, and enjoyed sometimes chatting on gay sites. He had no idea who DownUNDER was, but he seemed a nice bloke online. He had been talking to DownUNDER when he had rushed out, and was terrified at the possibility he hadn't closed the website down, horrified that Nick might have seen what was on the computer. The problem for Paul was that Nick was the perfect twink. He was a hot young guy. He had looks. And personality. A slight submissive edge, but maybre would develop confidence while at work. Since joining the company for a gap year 6 weeks before Nick had been polite - had always called him "Mr Fraser" - respectful and hard working. Nick exuded a sort of innocence - he was certainly unaware of how sexy he was. Even Paul's wife Stacey had commented on how cute Nick was, and once when they were making love they had talked about him and fantasized about him joining them. It was just a fantasy - Stacey was hot, experimental, kinky, but would never stray beyond her marriage. Since Nick joined the company, Paul had frequently wondered whether he could seduce Nick, but had decided to keep well clear - he didn't want to get embroiled in a sexual harassment case - in their small town he was an important person, running the largest company in their area, and reputations really did matter and were easily ruined. And publicity wouldn't help his marriage either. For two or three days Paul Fraser was at work, and worried. He was beginning to be re-assured that nothing had happened, that Nick had seen nothing. When he had got into work his computer was turned off. He hoped he had turned it off, but was not sure. It was on the Friday when he risked going back to the site, looking for chat. He was pleased DownUNDER was there. He clicked on his name for private chat, and they greeted each other. But then Paul's heart jumped. DownUNDER: "I was talking to your twink after I was talking to you on Tuesday." Paul leapt as he read the words. Fraz: "What? How do I know? Did he say what his name was." DownUNDER: "No - too clever to give his name. But he did say that you have a calendar with a picture of mount Fuji in the corner of your office. An old calendar for 2006." There was a long pause as Paul processed what he was hearing. It had to be right - that is exactly the calendar he did have - he kept telling himself he should change it. Fraz: "Did he say anything?" DownUNDER: "Well, he had certainly read our conversation. And when I asked him if he liked it he didn't know, but seemed a bit excited about it. He did say that if you came on to him, as long as you respected him, especially if he said no, then he would never go for a sexual harassment complaint, he thought too highly of you for that. And he thinks your wife is hot." There was a pause before DownUNDER continued. DownUNDER: "I reckon you, or you and your wife should try him. I reckon he will." Paul Fraser was suddenly confused - it was his chance, he was nervous, and he wanted Stacey involved. He made some excuses about a meeting, and closed the website down. He would have to think about it. In fact Paul did think about it all weekend, and talked to his wife in bed, and ended up having really hot sex! And agreeing with her... On the following Thursday Stacey came into the office to see her husband. Mandy the receptionist was out for the afternoon - something about Mandy's daughter being ill and home from school - so Nick was on the reception again. Stacey smiled at Nick, then chatted briefly to him. After a few minutes she winked at him and said to him: "Going to talk to my husband for a few minutes. Can you make sure we are not interrupted. Phone or caller." Even Nick in his innocent picked up some sort of undertone to what she said, and wondered what she wanted to do with her husband. "No problem, Mrs Frazer. I'll stop anyone wanting to see him." Nick blushed at Mrs's Frazer's reply to him, although not sure why. "You are a good boy. We ought to give you a special reward for being so good." With that she was through the office door, before Nick could pull himself together. Nick spent the next half an hour checking through the drivers' expense claims. He changed the odd one where it had been added up wrongly, and marked two or three he had to query with the driver. At last the office door opened again and Mrs Frazer came out. She spoke through the door: "Thanks Honey, I'll do it now, and I'll see you later." She slammed the door behind her, but wasn't in any hurry to leave the office. She turned to Nick instead. "Nick," Mrs Frazer spoke to him across the desk. "Nick, Paul and I were talking, and have got a few jobs to be done at our house, which we haven't had time to get around to. Could you give us a few hours Saturday afternoon? Maybe from about one? We'll give you something to eat after, and you'll probably be away by eight or so. We'll make it worth your while." Nick paused for a moment and thought. He had nothing to do on Saturday, and it would get him out of visiting his aunt and uncle, which could be a bit boring. Why not? "Sure Mrs Frazer, would love to. Don't have anything organised for the weekend yet." "That's great, Nick," gushed Mrs Frazer. "You'll need to bring a change of clothes as some of the work is a bit muddy." She paused and made to go, then stopped and turned to Nick again. "Oh, by the way, you may want to wear these on Saturday, or have fun with them before." She handed Nick a brown paper bag, then was gone. Stacey returned to her car and smiled. She could picture Nick being confused, and excited, and wearing them. She and Paul had been planning this since the weekend. She had been wet all morning just thinking about it. And her and Paul had just fucked like they hadn't fucked for a long time. Sure, they hadn't fucked over a desk for a long time, but it had been as hot as she could remember. Then she had wiped herself with her panties. She had just given Nick a pair of her panties, pink, lacy, the crotch wet with her juices, and smeared with Paul's cum as it had seaped from her pussy for twenty minutes or so. She wondered what Nick would do with a pair of her panties, the crotch soaking wet from her juices, made even wetter by the load of Paul's cum. She had always liked things to be different, and kinky, but it was a long time since they did anything as kinky as what they had planned, if they had ever done anything as hot. Nick walked to the Frazer's house, reflecting on the last couple of days. They had been days of uncertainty and excitement. It had started with the invitation to do some work at the Frazer's house, and being given a bag by Mrs Frazer as she had left the office, after visiting her husband at work. At first Nick had been stunned by what happened, but he could never wait to see what a gift might be. He had gone to the toilet and opened the bag as quickly as he could. In the bag he found a pair of panties. Black lacy panties, which he guessed were Mrs Frazer. His cock jumped at the thought that she hadn't been wearing any when she had invited him to their house. He took them and realise they were more than just a pair of panties. They had a strong odour, part of which he knew was cum. The panties were very wet, and as he felt them, and looked at them he realised they were wet from Mrs's Frazer's pussy. Even more - they had cum stains on them as well, still warm and wet. Nick's mind was whirring. When the Frazers had been in the office together they had fucked, and now were giving him her soiled panties. It was so gross. And so hot. For a minute Nick looked at the panties, but then smelt the crotch. Then, unthinking, he reached out his tongue and tasted them. And it was okay. But it was hot - it was wetness from Mrs Frazer's pussy. And cum from Mr Frazer's cock. He let his tongue rest on the crotch and savoured the taste. Nick knew he couldn't stay in the toilet too long as someone would wonder where he was. But he had an idea. Quickly Nick removed his trousers and boxers, put the boxers in the bag, and put on the panties. They were very damp, and a bit tight, but the thought of where they had come from had him hard in a moment, and walking awkwardly back to his desk. Nick had worn the panties the rest of the day, until the evening when he showered, and hid the panties in the back of a drawer. He hadn't worn them Friday or Saturday morning, but was now wearing them under his shorts as he headed towards the Frazers. When he had retrieved them from the drawer they had dried out, but still had the stains in them and the smell. Would Mr or Mrs Frazer realise he was wearing them - he worried that his nervousness would give him away. He rang the bell... Mrs Frazer had opened the door, wearing a pair of white shorts and pale blue polo shirt, and My Frazer appeared a few moments later. They quickly explained what they had in mind for Nick to do. He spent the next four hours working through the list, seeing little of either of the Frazer's, except when Mrs Frazer brought him a drink, as well as giving him a couple of bottles of coke. Nick mowed the grass, dug over a flower bed, cut a long hedge. Nick was simply one of those people who worked hard, and did. It took him over four hours, but completed all the work on the list to pretty good standard for someone who was not a natural gardener. Mrs Frazer was clearly pleased when he rang the house bell again. Nick felt well complimented as she gushed about how wonderful he had been to do all that work - she thought he wouldn't get through half of it. There was just something in the tone she used, the odd phrase she used, which felt it had a sort of "frisson." She called him "a good boy, " and said she was glad he had done a good job, so she "...didn't have to spank his botty, although perhaps she should anyway!" "I'll get something to eat in a bit," she said, leading Nick into the house. "I've left some of our son's spare clothes in the shower so you don't have to wear your dirty clothes in the house. You're about the same sort of size. Just let us have them back in a few days." With that she pointed to the shower, and disappeared towards what Nick guessed was the kitchen. Nick stripped and showered, putting his own clothes in a carrier bag on the pile of clothes in the shower. It was as he dressed he started to feel uncomfortable. The clothes were strange for a son to wear. There was a pair of black panties - lacy, g-string style. There was a pair of pink shorts with white trim, the shorter type girls wear. There was a t-shirt with a giant teddy bear on the front. Nick looked around, but there was nothing else there. Relunctantly he put them on, and diffidently walked to the kitchen where he heard sounds. He was very embarrassed walking into the kitchen in the girly clothes. "Glad you found our sons clothes." Mrs Frazer seemed to be chatting quite casually. "To tell you the truth, we found them in the bottom of his wardrobe - they were originally his sisters but he must have liked wearing them and taken them." She paused to grab a pack of bread roles. "Typical teenager, I expect. Probably wore them, thinking of his sister whenever he was jerking off." Nick was stunned, as Mrs Frazer paused to start cutting up the bread buns, before starting talking again. "I know you don't have a sister, but your mother was saying the other day that you use her underwear to jerk off in sometimes. Reckoned she often finds your cum stains in them when she puts them in the wash. Is it just the underwear, or do you dream of taking her as well? Wouldn't be surprised - she's a hot woman." New Horizons for Nick Ch. 02 Sunday seemed strange to Nick, mainly because it wasn't! He had slept well, and woke up with a warm glow. He spent the day remembering the night before, but also spent the day wearing the black lacy underwear he had been given the day before. He had spent time with his mother, and while he felt a little odd after the conversation the night before with the Frazers, he didn't let it show, behaving as normally as possible. In many ways it was a typical Sunday. The only odd thing was a text he received from the Frazers mid-afternoon, saying maybe wait a few days if he was going to make a move on Mandy, wait until Wednesday. Monday was just the same, back at work. He spent the day working in the warehouse, barely seeing either Mandy, or the Frazers. He thought about Mandy and wondered what she would be like. He reflected on what he knew about her. Tall, slim, maybe fortyish. He knew she had a daughter who was still at school, soon to go to college. He thought she probably lived on her own with her daughter. She had shoulder length black hair. She tended to wear jeans and t-shirt to work, and Nick thought she had a good body for her age. She wasn't bossy at work, but when she dealt with the men at the warehouse she stood for no messing. He spent most of his spare time thinking about her on the Monday, and into Tuesday. It was Tuesday lunch time as he sat eating his sandwiches on his own that she appeared in the staff room. Normally there would be others, but most of the drivers were out, and a large truck full of pet food had arrived and had to be unloaded. The truck could be unloaded by forklift, so all the guys around were out working on the load. Nick couldn't drive the forklift, so took his lunch knowing that while the others were having lunch he would have to check off the load against the order list later. Mandy walked in to the staff room and spoke to him bruskly. "Hi Nick. Can you give me a hand?" Nick thought it was something she wanted there at work. "Sure, what do you want me to do?" Mandy paused a moment. "Well, Mr Frazer said you were very handy in the garden and around the place. I've got this shed I need taking down - it's getting dangerous. Could you come and give me a hand. Perhaps tomorrow after work? I'll feed you as well." Nick was slightly shocked, although his heart gave a leap, his cock a slight twitch. Was this a move by her? He stammered his reply: "Sure, um, sure, I don't have anything else on tomorrow." Mandy smiled. "Good, I'll give you a lift from work." She turned and was nearly gone, when she turned back. "Oh, yes, by the way, Mr Frazer said they had given you some of their son's clothes the other day, suggested you use them to work in, then leave them with me, I'll wash it and return it to him. Sounds like a good idea." With that she was gone. Nick was stunned - Mr Frazer had given Nick some of their son's clothes - so they called it. Short pink shorts, a teddy bear t-shirt and black lacy panties. Not quite what most guys would wear... Nick was also stunned because there was a slightly different manner to Mandy, a slightly harsher edge than he had come across so far. A hint of bossiness he hadn't experienced. It gave Nick a slight raising of the pulse - he was a regular guy, but sometimes he liked to be bossed around - especially by an attractive woman... The following evening Nick found himself in Mandy's car, driving to her home. He clutched his shoulder bag with the clothes he had been asked to bring and wear. He had put the bag in his locker and kept it locked up all day - he didn't want anyone to know he had brought pink shorts, teddy bear t-shirt and black lacy panties to work with him! As they travelled Mandy was telling him what she needed doing - an old shed taken down, some trees pruned, an area cleared, and everything got rid of on a bonfire. Mandy mentioned she would get something to eat for them later. It was all said in a tone that suggested Nick wouldn't disagree with her. It was that bossiness again... It took them about 25 minutes to get to Mandy's house. It was a small house out in the country, but there were quite large grounds, mostly overgrown. It only took Mandy a couple of minutes to show Nick what had to be done, jobs that Nick thought might take him three hours or so. "Okay Nick, great that you could do them, perhaps you should go and get changed in the spare bedroom at the end of the corridor. Assume you have the clothes in that bag." Suddenly the thought of changing set his pulse racing, and wondering what Mandy had in mind. He had already guessed this might be more than just some chores, but he would do the chores as best he could because that is what he did, and Mandy was the boss. And in terms of changing - well only Mandy would see him, and it was obvious she knew what was in the bag, or at least the type of thing that was in the bag. Nick changed, feeling his cock harden a bit as he put on the black lacy panties and the girly clothes. He returned back to the kitchen where he had left Mandy a few minutes earlier. "Ah, Nick, you haven't met my daughter Lindsay yet, have you?" Stood in the kitchen was a beautiful slim blonde girl, wearing a white t-shirt and blue skirt, her hair hanging down her back in a pony tail, smirking as she looked at Nick. Nick was stunned - he knew Mandy had a daughter, but hadn't put it together that she might be at the house when he was there. "You can see from the cards she turned 18 last week." Mandy waved her hand at the cards on the windowsill. "She comes home for tea on a Wednesday, spends the night at her father's, comes back tomorrow after school. He'll pick her up in a bit." Mandy was chattering to Nick, but he was much more aware of Lindsay stood behind her, giving Nick a knowing smile, looking him up and down, then staring hard at the front of his shorts. Nick was feeling very uncomfortable as this gorgeous girl was looking at him dressed in girl's clothes, but felt himself stirring as she gazed hard at his crotch. Mandy was still chatting: "Hope you and Lindsay get to know each other. What do you say, Lindsay?" Lindsay, smiled hard at Nick then spoke to her mother. "Get to know a pervert who likes wearing girl's clothes? Bet he's wearing panties as well..." Lindsay spoke with a humerous tone, and Nick knew she was teasing rather than being nasty. It was Mandy who defended him. "Leave him alone, Lindsay. I made him dress like that. I think he looks really sweet. Anyway he's got some jobs to do." Nick took the opportunity to leave, to go through the French window, getting on with knocking down the shed. Half an hour later Nick heard a car or pickup drive up to the house and back again, and assumed Lindsay had been collected by her Father. Nick continued to work on the shed, giving him time to ponder what Lindsay would be like it bed - she was hot and a minx... After completing the demolition of the shed Nick pruned the bushes. It was hot work, and a couple of times Mandy brought him out a bottle of coke. At last he had the bonfire burning, the work complete. Mandy called Nick into the kitchen, and smiled. "Why don't you go and take a shower, then put on the clothes in the spare bedroom I have left you, and come and have something to eat. I've left a towel for you." The words sounded friendly enough, but Nick felt they were said in a tone where he was expected to do what was suggested. He did as he was told - he went to the bathroom, showered, dried himself and went to the spare bedroom. It was there that he had the shock. Nick had expected to put on the clothes he had been wearing all day, but they weren't there. They had been replaced by a pair of pyjamas. Girls pyjamas. Pink trousers. White top with pink trim. The top had pink writing with sparkly highlights. He read the words on the front: "sexy babe." And the words on the back: "pretty girl." Nick searched but there was nothing else, and no underwear. Nick realised - this was what Mandy wanted him to wear, so he had better put them on. Nick was very embarrassed in the pyjamas as he went to the kitchen, and felt strange as well - having no underwear, hanging loose in the pyjamas felt very strange. Mandy seemed to ignore what he was wearing as she pointed to a seat and asked if he was happy with Chilli. Nick loved chilli and his face clearly said so. They ate together, Mandy chatting about people they knew, about work, about the Frazers. Nick listened mainly, and got the picture that Mandy had known the Frazers a long time and had worked for them for many years. She chatted on"...and of course I've known your mother for a long time. Did you know - me and her were lovers for a time?" Nick was taken short. "You and mum?" Nick's voice shook as he responded. "Yes," Mandy replied in a matter-of-fact way. "It was about 2 years after your father died. I met Susie at the gym, and we got chatting, and she was feeling lonely, so we got together. She was hot, and, well, we got together regularly." Nick was still stunned. "But, you, still... you don't?" "No - it was really good while it lasted, but I started working longer hours, and she was worried about you finding out, so we parted - still good friends, you know. Often have coffee together." Mandy was continuing to chat. Suddenly she stopped and looked at Nick hard. "I bet the thought of me and your mother together makes you horny." Nick squirmed in his seat, feeling his face bright red. He was hard, and the thought of seeing Mandy and his mother was hot. He remembered that the previous Saturday the Frazers had talked about his mother, and he had found that hot too. And he thought about his mother. Susie. Mid forties, shoulder length dark hair. Slim, nicely shaped. A week before she had been a mother. Suddenly she was a sex object, almost available... Mandy leant over towards Nick till her face was about a foot away from his. She spoke almost in a whisper. "Nick, I bet you would like to fuck your mother, wouldn't you? I bet you would love to have your gorgeous cock in her fabulous pussy?" Nick's cock leapt in the girlie pyjamas, his face bright as a beetroot. Mandy was pressing home her control - she wasn't naturally domme, but was enjoying exciting Nick, and controlling him. He was so hot, so cute, as his mother had been. The teasing was turning her on, and was clearly having an effect on him. Mandy pressed on. "Imagine her naked. Imagine her lying on the bed, legs wide apart. Imagine seeing her pussy. Imagine her pussy glistening with moisture." Mandy kept her face inches from Nick's. "Imagine putting your tongue to her, tasting her, flicking her clit. Imagine her moaning, her body wrything. Imagine her body shaking in orgasm, her crying out at the effect of your tongue. You would like that, wouldn't you?" Nick was squirming. It was true, but how could she tell, how did she know? Mandy continued. "I know your mother, enjoyed her. Her pussy tasted fantastic. She would love it. She would love your tongue working on her pussy, on her clit. Her nipples would be rock hard, her body squirming. I've heard her moaning. I've tasted the juices from her pussy. She is so nice, so good." Mandy paused. "Perhaps we should go upstairs to my bedroom, so we can both think about her and pretend..." Mandy grabbed Nick by the arm and pulled him towards the stairs. Nick was numb, but he knew his cock was harder than he had ever known, but felt strange inside the pyjamas. As they move to go upstairs, Mandy was remembering her conversation with the Frasers on the Monday. She adored the Frasers, would do anything for them, and at times had been their slave. Truth was, she was only pretending to be domme, and managing to keep it going with Nick. The Frasers had told her - push, keep pushing, see if Nick could be made to bite back, see if he would turn from being gentle to being strong. See if he would change from being servant to being master. If he could be top and bottom he would be an amazing lover for someone, lots of people, in the future. Mandy was sure the Frasers wanted Nick to be submissive to them, but dominant to her. As Nick climbed the stairs he was turned on by the thought of taking his mother, but Lindsay - Mandy's daughter - was the person he had a picture of in his mind. And there was hint inside him - Mandy was making the pace too much, Mandy was taking too much control, she wasn't really like that... "Remove your bottoms. Lie on the bed." As they had entered the bedroom, Mandy had continued to try to be domme, but somehow she was sounding a touch desperate. Nick was picking up more and more that this domme stuff may be an act. He was developing in confidence. He did as she told him, letting his cock spring loose, but was suddenly doing it not submissively, but with confidence. And he was doing it with a hint suddenly of anger, this woman trying to lead him to total submission, perhaps. Nick continued to play along as his mind re-adjusted to what was really happening here. He did lie on the bed as he had been told, and enjoyed Mandy climbing on top of him in her skirt and t-shirt, straddling his waist. Mandy was trying to continue with the act. "I bet you would love to have your mother sitting astride you, your hard cock ready to thrust into her wet, warm, pussy as her gorgeous tits hang luringly close to your mouth... Nick knew he would love to be in that position, his mother on top of him, and the thought had made his cock rock hard. But for Nick, something else had come to his mind. This time he had had enough time submitting. Nick suddenly twisted on the bed, and Mandy fell to the side. Nick got up quickly, grabbed Mandy's arms and rolled her onto her back. Suddenly he had scrambled on top of her, holding her wrists above her head so she couldn't move. Mandy was stunned, and feebly tried to struggle, but with no effect. Nick's anger had risen and suddenly this woman was under him, under his control. Mandy fought, but Nick would not let go. As she struggle her skirt pushed up more and more, her panties became visible. After a few moments Nick barked at her to stop moving. Mandy knew this was the turning point she had been dreaming of, the Frazers had wanted her to discover in Nick. Nick grasped Mandy's wrists with one of his hand, reached behind himself and grabbed Mandy's panties and ripped them off, making them fall apart in his hand. He snarled at Mandy "You won't need them while I'm here..." but instead of throwing them away he had a thought as he felt them damp in his hand - he took them and thrust the crotch against Mandy's mouth, pushing the crotch inside her mouth. "Taste them, bitch," he ordered her. Mandy had fought at first, but the change had been so hot. To suddenly have Nick on top, in charge made her pussy tingle, become dripping wet. She had never had her panties pushed into her mouth before, but it was so wrong, and so hot as she tasted her juices - hot because Nick was making her do something so kinky. For Nick there were all sorts of thoughts and ideas which came to him. He had never been in this sort of position before and didn't know if his ideas worked, but he could try them... "You may be right I want to fuck my mother," he said fiercely, but suddenly he thought what would be kinkiest of all for Mandy. "I will fuck her, but first I want to fuck Lindsay. I want to get my cock in her cunt..." Nick paused for the idea to sink into Mandy's mind. She had never thought of Lindsay, except as the protective mother. "Please no, Nick..." she whispered. "No?" Nick spoke to her commandingly. "No? You started all this about my mother. And I will fuck her. But I'm going to tell you what I want." The truth was Mandy was horrified at what Nick had just said, but her pussy was throbbing with arousal at the thought. Nick continued. "I'm going to Fuck Lindsay's Cunt, fill her with my cock. I'm going to pump her full of my cum. You'd better get her on the pill." Mandy squirmed, and her willingness to talk about Lindsay this way was taking over her motherly protectiveness. "Please no," she moaned, but it was obvious her resistance had gone. "I'm going to fuck her hard," Nick continued, "and when I've filled her cunt I'm going to make you suck her cunt clean, then make you suck my cock until I am hard, and then I'm going to fuck her ass..." "Please Nick," Mandy responded. It was ambiguous. But suddenly instincts were taking over her. Nick smiled at Mandy. "You kinky bitch." Nick said it affectionately. "You want me to fuck you, don't you." Mandy's reply was instant - "YES, FUCK ME, PLEASE FUCK ME. PLEASE PUT YOUR COCK IN MY CUNT." Nick moved down Mandy's body and between her legs, but his cock to the lips of her pussy and plunged in as deeply as he could. Mandy's pussy was soaking wet, as he entered her to the hilt, then pulled out and thrust back in as hard as he could. Mandy moaned as his cock was fully inside her. Nick stopped, to speak. "That is how I am going to fuck Lindsay's asshole. Hard, deep, so she is screaming. And I'll make you suck her tits, then get under her and suck her cunt. Maybe get you right under her so she can suck your cunt. Would you like that?" As Nick said that, he pulled his cock out and plunged deep inside Mandy again. He paused again, speaking to Mandy again. "Tell me what you want to do..." Mandy's arousal was reaching new heights and any inhibition was being swept away. Her response was almost immediate. "I want you to fuck her ass. I want to suck her tits. I want to taste her cunt..." As she spoke Nick began to pump hard in and out of her cunt so she moaned and squirmed under the fucking. Nick knew he wouldn't last long as his hard cock pulsed, plunging in and out of Mandy's pussy. He thrust harder, faster, Mandy moaning out loud, until her body began to thrash and she screamed out in orgasm. As she did Nick felt his balls explode, and he began to pump his cum deep into Mandy's hot wet welcoming pussy. Their orgasms seem to last forever, but at last they were lying side by side, breathing heavily. Half an hour later Nick was unlocking the door on his mother's flat, having been dropped off by Mandy. He had left the clothes behind and dressed in his normal clothes. After they caught their breath, Nick had simply taken a shower, dressed and told Mandy to drive him home. He knew that, at that moment, he should leave her wanting more. He was her master, and she should yearn for him. As she dropped him off Nick kissed Mandy and whispered that this was just the start... Nick looked at the clock as he smiled at his mother. 10.30pm. He said he would get an early night, it had been hard work over at Mandy's. He chatted a few moments with Susan his mother, who mentioned they had been invited to a barbeque at the Fraser's on Saturday. That there would be a small group of friends there - the Frasers, Mandy and Lindsay, a few more local people. As Nick went to sleep he thought about the barbeque - he guessed it wouldn't be an ordinary barbeque... New Horizons for Nick Nick was utterly stunned by the turn of conversation, rendered speechless by what Mrs Frazer was saying. Mrs Frazer just seemed to be chattering away, but for Nick it was stunning. And he felt his cock begin to rouse. "Glad she is a good friend of mine. Sorry your father died 6 years ago - he was a great man." The chatter continued. "We used to go around as a foursome - your parents, me and Paul. It was fun. Sometimes I would go with your father, sometimes Paul. That is before we were married and we settled down like we did. It was good - never felt any jealousy. Sometimes we even screwed as a foursome in the same bed, side by side! The happy days of youth! It stopped when we got married, and I suppose we forgot when we had kids. But I know Paul would like to bed your mother, given half a chance!" Nick was stunned - this was all new to him. And it was so erotic, this woman talking this way. She had begun to grill some burgers, so Paul, who had been sat quietly on a kitchen stool who commented. "She's right, you know, Nick." He gestured to his wife. "Your mother is a hot woman, and I wouldn't be surprised if you wanked thinking of fucking your mother. What do you think of when playing with your cock? Do you think of her?" Nick was even more stunned at the sudden rudeness of language, and bright red from embarrassment at what they were saying. And he was very uncomfortable in his sorts, something both Frazers noticed, both thinking he was a big lad. It was Mrs Frazer who got them out of the moment. "Don't embarrass him, Paul. I reckon in the last few days, at least, he thought of fucking me while he was wanking. Probably even imagined you fucking him. Bet he really enjoyed those panties we gave him." She paused as Nick squirmed at what they were saying. It was so hot, so true, yet so wrong. "Nick, why don't you go through to the lounge and watch some telly while I finish the burgers and knock up a salad?" Nick escaped as quickly as he could. Cartoons were on the television, but he couldn't watch them. He couldn't make out what he had got himself into. Here he was wearing girlie clothes. They were talking about his mother who had been a sex fantasy of his in recent months. And talking about him jerking off. And even asked him what he thought of his mother. Nick's mind was whirling, but his cock had stiffened! Should he run, or just stay? Everything screamed run, but his hormones screamed stay. He knew his hormones were winning. Anyway, he didn't want to be seen walking down the road in girlie clothes. Mr and Mrs Frazer seemed to take the pressure off a little as they at the burgers and salad, and icecream. They chattered about work, and families, and sport. Nick chatted as he could, but was still overwhelmed by the whole situation. It was after the dishes had been loaded in the dishwasher that things seemed to be taking an odd turn again, as Mrs Frazer spoke to them. "Tell you what, Nick, let's watch the telly for a bit. You go sit on the middle of the settee; we'll join you in a minute." Nick thought of sitting in an arm chair, but the settee was better to see the television. He didn't like sitting in the middle of a three seater, but he was told to, so he did. Seconds later he was joined by the Frazers. Mr Frazer sat on his left, Mrs Frazer on his right, but as soon as they had sat they snuggled up to Nick. They both grabbed an arm and put it behind them, linking their arms over his, and around the back of his Nick. Mrs Frazer spoke gently: "Don't worry, just relax, we are going to enjoy you." Nick was worried. He was held on the chair, his arms helpless. He could have fought, but didn't want to. Even if he fought he might cause a bit of trouble, but probably couldn't escape. And the truth was - he loved being helpless with the Frazers in charge. At least his cock did. He was woken from his thoughts by Mrs Frazer. "Nick, we're going to play with you for the rest of the evening, then we'll give you a life home." Odd things come into people's minds - at that moment Nick noticed the television had been turned off! "Now look at Paul." Nick Turned his head towards Mr Frazer, and immediately found Mr Frazer's mouth clamped to his. He was being kissed by a man. A man who was thrusting his tongue into Nick's mouth. He had never dreamt of anything like this, but it felt so good - because it felt so wrong. He felt hands roaming around his chest, then slipping under the t-shirt. Male and female hands. Then female fingers pinched his nipple and he felt a bolt rocket into his cock, which twitched violently in his shorts. It was Mrs Frazer who noticed the small wet patch from pre-cum on the front of the shorts and smiled. As Mr Frazer continued the French kiss, Nick heard Mrs Frazer speaking to him. "So, baby, did you like my panties the other day? Bet you wore them a lot. I know you were wearing them today. Did you feel my wetness in them? Did you see Paul's cum stains on them?" Nick was squirming. "I know what naughty little boys would do. Did you enjoy sniffing my panties? Did you like the taste of my juices and Paul cum?" How could she know, but Paul knew his body was giving him away. "I bet you've dreamt of fucking me ever since I gave them to you. Of having your cock deep in my pussy." Mr Frazer pulled away from Nick. "And I bet you've dreamt of sucking my cock, and having my cock deep in your ass, and me fucking you." Nick was horrified. They seemed to know everything, and everything they said seemed to go straight to his cock. Nick felt a hand caressing the inside of his legs, while others still caressed his chest, pinching his nipples. Again he heard Mrs Frazer's voice in his ear. "Let's have a look at his willy, Paul." She turned to Nick. "We're going to take off your shorts and panties now, see what sort of willy a little boy like you has." Nick later realised she had used the word 'willy' deliberately as a way of gentle humiliation, emphasising how young he was. She gave Nick one more instruction. "Lift you bum, let's remove your clothes." Seconds later, having co-operated, he found his lower half naked, his rock hard cock, now seaping pre-cum hard and throbbing, being looked at and talked about by this older couple. It was Mr Frazer who was talking. "...wow, he does have a nice cock. A good seven inches. Look at the head - nice and round, and I prefer a guy to be cut. And his balls are so round, and full looking. Imagine him jerking off and spurting with that. I reckon it has been in a few girls pussies. Sliding in and out." Mrs Frazer continued, talking to Nick. "Our daughter Sally reckoned it went in at least two girls at that party a few months ago. And she reckoned they were both telling all their friends how good you are, and how you could fuck almost any girl in town, and their mothers, and half their fathers, if you wanted to and realised they would let you!" Mr Frazer took over the conversation. "Mandy - you know, our receptionist - she said to Stacey that she dreamt of you fucking her every time she masturbated, and reckoned she had masturbated twice as much since you were around. She said she even dreamt of watching you fuck her daughter." Nick was stunned by this. He had never thought of any of this. Although thinking wasn't what was on his mind too much at this moment. He felt Mr Frazer gripping his cock, sliding his hand up and down it, and Nick was already gasping and moaning. Mrs Frazer smiled, then spoke again. "Paul, I think he is going to spurt in a moment. Perhaps his gorgeous balls needs help." She grabbed Nick's balls and squeezed hard, but not painfully. "We'll make him cum, then we'll make him rim you, and we can play with his asshole, and maybe I'll let him fuck me. I know he wants to play with my cunt, don't you, baby?" As Mrs Frazer said 'cunt' she squeezer slightly harder, Paul made a quick pump and Nick was moaning out loud as he spurted his cum, so hard, over and over, it seemed it would never end. He was totally abandoned to his orgasm, totally unaware of the amazement of the Frazers who watched this young guy seem to spurt gallons of cum, which Paul caught in his hand. At last Nick slowed, stopped, and slumped back into the chair, gasping for breath, feeling totally embarrassed. As he did he felt a hand put softly over his mouth, and liquid entering his mouth. Mr Frazer was holding his hand to Nick's mouth, making Nick taste his own cum, making him swallow it. Nick had never tasted it before, it tasted a bit odd, but wasn't unpleasant. In fact instinctively he knew what was expected, and licked the cum off Mr Frazer's hand until there was none left and the hand was removed. Nick heard Mrs Frazer's voice. "Let's have a break for a few minutes. I'll get some drinks." Nick opened his eyes, and felt suddenly embarrassed. He was naked from the waist down. The others were still fully dressed. Mrs Frazer offered around drinks. Nick took orange juice, the others wine. They allowed Nick to move to an arm chair, as Mrs Frazer sat on the settee, Mr Frazer on their other arm chair. While Mrs Frazer was fetching drinks, Mr Frazer started to chat to Nick. "Hope you enjoyed that. Want you to really enjoy this evening. Only half way there! We'll pick up in a few minutes. You okay with that?" Nick was still uncertain of how to relate, treated as a little boy, but taken to places he could never dream of. He spoke hesitantly. "Yes, Mrs Frazer." "You really are a nice lad. Courteous. Cute. Caring. Genuine. Everyone thinks so, you know. And now I know you have a really nice cock. Everyone is charmed by you. Did you know that?" Nick really was amazed at what he was saying, he really didn't know. He replied honestly: "No, Mr Frazer." "Hope we didn't upset you talking about your mother earlier. You may not know about those days. We knew her well - delighted to give you the job for the year. Didn't realise the effect you would have on our staff!" Mr Frazer paused. "What do you mean, Mr Frazer?" Nick was genuinely confused. "Well, don't think there is a woman in the place who would stop you having your wicked way with her. Mandy reckoned she almost raped you, and just managed to stop herself. And half the men are just as hooked." Nick was red with embarrassment again. "I didn't know, don't know..." Mr Frazer smiled. "I'm almost jealous of you, honey. You've got the real charm to fuck any woman you want to. Stacey was even talking to your mother, and she said that she doesn't know how she controls herself when you are around, that she dreams constantly of fucking you whenever she is using her vibrator. Imagines it's your cock in her pussy. You ought to try her - she could teach you a lot, she is really hot - or she was!" At that moment Mrs Frazer returned with the drinks. "Stop embarrassing the boy, Paul. We ought to tell him what we're going to do next." "Next?" stumbled Nick. "Thing is, honey, we talked about this before and Paul has a fantasy that you are going to fulfil. Are you happy to do it?" Mrs Frazer smiled inquisitively. Nick noticed he was told he was going to do it. And he was expected to agree without knowing what it was. And suddenly he knew - whatever it was he would do it. And this evening was going to be the beginning of an adventure. And he would agree - he knew they wouldn't hurt him, so it had to be okay. "Let's go upstairs in a few minutes and go on from here." Mrs Frazer turned to her husband. "Paul, why don't you go upstairs and get ready?" Mr Frazer got to his feet, disappeared, as Mrs Frazer turned back to Nick. "Nick, honey." Mrs Frazer spoke in a gentle tone. "You are such a sweet boy. I know you don't know what is going to happen. Or what you are going to do. But you will get your dreams, and when we've finished here, you will have wonderful opportunities for yourself, and maybe we will be able to have fun together again in the future." She paused. "I know it is a lot to take in, in one evening, but we want you to enjoy it, and I think you are enjoying it." Nick was still feeling flustered, still aware he was only wearing a girls t-shirt, aware his cock was beginning to rouse again. "Yes, Mrs Frazer," was all he could manage. Mrs Frazer beckoned to him and led him through the same door as Mr Frazer had taken, led him up the stairs, through a door into a bedroom. It was a large bedroom, Nick noticed, nicely furnished. However, his eyes turned quickly to the large bed where Mr Frazer was sat, naked, his cock stiff, poking out, about the same length as Nick's, but thicker. "Come and sit on the bed, Nick." It seemed to be as much of a command as an invitation from Mr Frazer, but Nick wouldn't have refused. He sat beside Mr Frazer while Mrs Frazer sat in a chair. "Nick, I've always had a dream of a cute boy rimming me. And you're going to do that, for as long as I want." Nick felt no choice, but Nick was confused - he had not heard that phrase before. Just heard the word a few minutes before, but had let it pass. Mr Frazer smiled as he realised. "You don't know what rimming is?" Nick shook his head to Mr Frazer's question. "Nick, you are going to caress me with your tongue, in the most intimate hole a man has." Nick sat stunned. He had never thought of that before. He didn't know if he could do it. If he wanted to do it. He didn't know if he had a choice. Or wanted the choice. He was confused as Mr Frazer rolled onto his stomach and spread his legs. "Come on honey," Mrs Frazer had moved over to the bed, and spoke gently. "kneel between his legs. I'm sure you will be brilliant at it." She gently pushed Nick to where he should be, had him kneel between Mr Frazer's legs, then pushed him forward, his face getting closer to the crack of Mr Frazer's ass. His nose was touching. Then she was pushing his head into his ass, into the crack, his mouth now touching Mr Frazer's asshole. Nick noticed there was no smell - he must have just washed there. There was no escape. Nick didn't want to escape. He slowly pushed his tongue through his lips, and heard Mr Frazer moan gently as he let his tongue touch the flesh. As he gently began to move his tongue he felt the wrinkles, and gently began to flick his tongue on those wrinkles, began to caress. He spent several moments caressing around the ring, the wrinkled part, then instinct suddenly made him do it. He pushed his tongue as hard as could into the centre of Mr Frazer's ass, almost pushing his tongue through the ring. He heard Mr Frazer moan with pleasure. He moved his tongue out, then thrust in hard again, this time straining to keep his tongue in the ring, moving it around as much as he could. Mr Frazer was now gently squirming and moaning, so Nick thought he was doing the right thing! Nick thrust his tongue in and out of Mr Frazer's ring, causing him to lift his ass up to meet Nick's thrusting. Nick heard a woman's voice in his ear. "You are so good. Reach around, grab his cock, play with that too." Nick did not hesitate. He reached around Mr Frazer and grabbed his cock, and began to gently jerk him off, as he plunged his tongue in and out of Mr Frazer's ass. Nick found he had to hold on, as Mr Frazer's body began to respond, as he squimed, bucking his ass up to meet Nick. The woman's voice spoke again: "Go on, make him cum, you wonderful ass-licker." Nick realised his own cock was rock hard and throbbing, when suddenly Mr Frazer moaned loud and long, his body tensing, then thrashing wildly. Nick felt hot liquid pumping all over his hand as he thrust his tongue in as hard has he could. Mr Frazer's body writhed up and down, pumping over and over. At last his body relaxed, and Mr Frazer gently pushed Nick away, and rolled onto his side. "God', that was amazing." He gasped and smiled. "One of the hottest things ever." He gasped again. "Go on, Nick, you can have your first reward. Clean up my cum. With that wonderful tongue of yours." Again Nick paused, but then knew - he wanted to. He licked the cum off the bed, of Mr Frazer's stomach, and pubic hair. Then he licked Mr Frazer's cock, noticing that as he did the cock began to stir again, to gently twitch with arousal. As Nick finished cleaning he felt the bed sink. He turned and saw Mrs Frazer, naked, lying on the bed behind him. He was stunned, and spoke. "Wow. Gorgeous." He couldn't help looking at her. For someone her age her tits were amazing - not too big, and still firm. He waist was slender, her hips flared, her black pubic hair hinted of treasures to be explored. Mrs Frazer spoke cheerfully. "You two have had all the fun so far. Nick, get on me and fuck me, God I so need to be fucked right now. So need a hard cock in my cunt." Nick was again stunned. "And you little mynx," she nodded to Nick. "You've even got Paul interested again, so he may join in as well. I know he has more dirty fantasies he wants to try, the kinky sod!" Mrs Frazer pulled Nick on top of her, wrapping her legs around him. Nick felt his cock touching her, feeling her pubic hair which was already wet. "Get you cock in me, now!" Mrs Frazer ordered. Nick moved a little, then felt that the tip of his cock was between the lips of her sopping wet pussy. Nick thrust in, and found his cock wonderfully buried right inside of her. She was so wet and warm. "Spread your legs, honey, as far as you can." Mrs Frazer instructed him although at first he wasn't sure why. He hadn't barely moved his cock in her. He was suddenly aware. Mr Frazer was moving between their legs. Mrs Frazer held Nick tightly with both her legs and arms. Nick felt something strange touching his own asshole. He tensed, was confused, but then cried out as he felt something thrust through the ring of his ass, then gently pushed further and further inside him. Mrs Frazer whispered in his ear again. "Relax. You know what he is going to do to you. You know you want your ass fucked. "But it's so tight, it hurts." Nick cried, but he felt himself held firmly by the two Frazer's. He did relax sowly, and found it so hot: he knew he was in a wonderful sandwich, Mrs Frazer on her back, with Nick's cock buried in her, Mr Frazer on top, his cock buried deep in Nick's ass, stretching, but bearable. Nick thought it was Mr Frazer who had begun the movement, pulling out and thrusting back into him. It caused Nick to thrust deep into Mrs Frazer. They were all given over to lust, as all three squirmed together. Nick and Mr Frazer had both cum already so they took longer. Within seconds Nick heard Mrs Frazer moan loudly in orgasm, as her body shook and squirmed under him, the walls of her pussy clamping and milking his cock hard. It felt so good, but Nick managed to stop himself coming. He felt Mr Frazer begin to fuck him hard. He felt his own cock forced harder and deeper into Mrs Frazer's wonderful cunt. The three were now abandoned to their lust, a mix of arms and legs and thrusting and fucking. It was Mrs Frazer who came first, but this time Nick couldn't resist. As she squirmed, as the muscles of her pussy squeezed him Nick thrust deep, and shot his cum deep into her. His own squirming brought Mr Frazer to orgasm, as he shot his own cum deep into Nick. There was moaning, thrusting, pumping as all three orgasms clashed together in a mix of moaning and grunting. It took them a few moments to come down, for cocks to shrink, for them to disentangle themselves, lying together on the bed. It took a few moments more for Mrs Frazer to suggest they had a drink downstairs and got themselves dressed, the only clothes availabe for Nick was the pink shorts and teddy bear t-shirt. Nick looked at the clock and he was surprised to see that it only said 9.30pm. It was odd - as they drank fruit juice they made small talk about the garden that Nick had worked hard on that afternoon. "I think you told your mother you would be home by ten?" Asked Mrs Frazer. "You happy to walk home, or do you want a lift?" Nick felt he needed to walk home to clear his mind. Snyway, it was now dark, and no-one would see him dressed as a girl. And he would be able to find a story to tell his mother. New Horizons for Nick "Nick, I'll see you on Monday at work." Said Mr Frazer. But it seemed Mrs Frazer had the last word. "Nick, we really enjoyed this evening - it was probably the best evening we've had since we've been married. I hope we can repeat it again soon. Meanwhile I'm sure you will have lots of fun at work. Maybe on Monday you could start with Mandy?" She smirked. "But you'll have to be in charge this time! Just tickle the back of her neck! That'll start things off!" Nick walked down the road to his home. He had tried so much this evening. He had learnt so much. He had so much to process. An frankly he felt exhausted. He thought he would sleep the whole weekend...