0 comments/ 17664 views/ 0 favorites The Results of Success By: Spinneret Note: This is a sequel to my previous Considering Chemistry, and hence is a sequel of sorts to An Apology in the Morning, The Education of Mrs Jones, Demagnetisation, and In Confidence. However, it should stand fairly well alone. Fiona and Alan were strolling arm in arm through the town centre when they met Louise. She grinned broadly and hurried up to talk to them. "Hi, you two," she said, "how are you doing?" "Uh – fine, thanks," Fiona said, and Alan nodded agreement. "Got your results yet?" Louise asked. "Yeah," both the other two said, pretty much in unison, nodding. "So – how did you do?" "Oh, A-stars, Everything we needed," Fiona said quietly. "You did? So you're all set for university and all?" Fiona and Alan nodded. "That's great – great! Come on – if you've got time, this deserves a drink to celebrate." The other two didn't put up much resistance as Louise dragged them into a nearby pub, extracted drinks requests from them, and went to the bar. By the time she got back, they were settled at a table, and she handed over the beer and wine with another grin. "So," Louise said, "does Gran know?" Fiona nodded again. "Oh, good – she'll be pleased for you. Sounds like my advice worked." Alan coughed as he drank a sip of beer, and Fiona looked into her glass and blushed deeply. "Ooh, sorry. I meant about being sure to relax a bit before the exam," Louise said, with a smaller but mischievous grin. "Though I guess that everything I said was part of that... No, sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you." "It's okay," said Alan, recovering. "And Fiona told me what you said to her – what you gave her that afternoon. Um, thanks. I – we – really should say that. Thanks." Louise smiled again and took a sip of her own drink. "Always happy to help," she said. "And it all went okay for you two?" A pair of embarrassed nods this time. "Great! Well, here's to young love." Louise raised her glass, and after a moment, the other two followed suit – but only after giving each other an odd look. Louise couldn't help but catch the awkwardness. "Oh, sorry," she said, "did I say something wrong?" Fiona shook her head. "Not really," she said. "Just something we've disagreed about, I guess." "Oops. I hope that it's not a big problem?" "Not really," Fiona said, looking at Alan, who grinned very slightly, sheepishly. "Well, if it's anything I can advise on," Louise said. Fiona and Alan looked at each other nervously, then Fiona looked at Louise. "I guess that you are still about the only person we can talk to about ... stuff," she said quietly. "What, your friends don't know about you two?" "Oh, some of them. But, well, they don't know a lot more than us, I guess. And it's difficult with them, you know? They're people we've known since we were kids..." Louise looked sympathetic. "I think I get the idea. You know, maybe you ought to talk to Gran. She's really good at ... No, maybe not," she admitted, seeing the stunned expressions on the other two's faces and remembering that, to them, her grandmother was the sweet little old lady who lived next door to Fiona. "Anyway, what's the trouble?" Fiona took a deep breath, then leaned forward to keep the conversation private. "It sounds really stupid," she said, "but do you think that we're in love?" Louise looked thoughtful. "I don't know," she said, sounding serious. "You're acting in the way that makes everyone else think so – and you seem to be very happy together. Which is great. But I do know what you mean, I guess. This is all very new for both of you, isn't it? And forgive me, but I assume that a lot of it is still about the sex, right?" "Ahh – yeah," Fiona allowed, while Alan suppressed a momentary smirk. "Well, that's really great too. So I wouldn't worry about it, if I were you. Enjoy it for now and see where you go. You've got your futures sorted for now, so just live for the moment a bit." "Thanks," said Fiona uncertainly, and Alan nodded and took a gulp of his drink. Then, after a moment, he scurried off towards the toilets. Once he was gone, Fiona allowed herself a broad smile at Fiona. "Do be careful with that one," she said. "He seems like a nice lad. You don't want to scare him off by sounding too serious too soon. He's just eighteen – it'd be..." "Oh, it wasn't that," Fiona interrupted. "I worked that out for myself." Louise frowned. "Then what was the problem?" she asked. "Well, to tell you the truth – it was the first time he told me that he loved me..." "And when was that?" Fiona looked down into her drink. "It was also ... it was the first time we tried with me on top," she said quietly. "Ooh," Louise said, "do tell... No, sorry, don't feel obliged if you don't want to go into gory details." "No, well – it's fine, I guess," Fiona said. "It was just – he was looking up at me, and it was going really well, and he said that he loved me... Well, I liked it at the time. But then, a minute later, it occurred to me that quite likely what he really loved was, well, my breasts, or something." Fiona was blushing deeply now. Louise noticed that she was wearing another baggy top today, but there was still no disguising that she had a pretty good bust. "Oh, that," Louise said. "I'm afraid that you were probably right – men will say anything sometimes. But it's not that they don't mean it – they just only mean it for certain at that moment." Fiona grinned sheepishly. "Makes sense," she said. "I wish now I hadn't said anything afterwards." "Oops. I hope you two didn't fight about it." "Not much. Anyway, we kissed and made up." From the split-second expression that crossed Fiona's face, Louise guessed that the young couple had done distinctly more than kissed. "It makes me feel a bit stupid, when you put it like that, though." "Why's that?" "Well – I guess that I'm just the same. There's things I'd say at ... moments. Especially if I thought that it'd get me more of them," she added in a rush. Louise laughed. "Smart girl. You're completely right." She took a sip of her drink. "So – be honest – do you think that you love him?" "I don't know," Louise admitted. "Maybe. But loving someone means only wanting to ever be with them, right?" "I guess. Oh – do you have someone else in mind?" "No! Well, no one in particular. But we're going to different universities. And... It's just..." "Yeah?" "Alan is my first. And it's great. But now – I keep wondering what it'd be like with someone else." Louise laughed again. "Well..." she said, "Ah – here he comes." Alan returned to the table and sat down. Louise gazed across it at the young couple. "Excuse my asking," she said, "but do your parents know – you know – about you two?" "Well," Alan said, "they know that we're going out together, of course. And I think that they've probably guessed about, well, everything else. They aren't going to get too worked up if they find out, I'm sure. But none of them are likely to say anything." "I get it," Louise said. "you two are still their babies, right? So the thought of you getting your pants off and bumping uglies would be too much information, right? They'll just avoid the subject." "Right," Alan said. "Actually, frankly, the thought of them knowing about – thinking about – us... That'd be a bit much for me." "You'll all get over it," said Louise. "Though I admit, not everyone's dad is like Nick's..." "Pardon?" Alan said. "Long story," said Louise, although the other two noticed that she had a distinct smirk. "Anyway... So you're sneaking off together when they're out, staying up together when they've gone to bed?" The pair nodded. "Yeah, been there, done that. Tell you what, though – have you got some time free tomorrow afternoon?" Alan and Fiona looked at each other and shook their heads. "We're clear," Fiona said. "Fine, then – why don't you drop by my place? You can borrow the bedroom for a couple of hours. If you like." Alan looked at Fiona, raising a cautious eyebrow. She grinned broadly back at him. "That'd be great," she said. And so they arranged a time, and Louise gave them an address. But when Alan arrived at the place in question the next day, he was startled when his knock on the door was answered by a man. Before he could say anything, though, the stranger extended a hand to shake. "Hi," the man said, "you must be Alan. I'm Nick. Do come in." Alan obeyed, and a second later, Louise appeared from another room, greeted Alan with a kiss on the cheek – very quick, but her lips actually made contact, which made him jump a little, as the women in his family were given to air kisses – and drew him into the flat. She guided him directly to the bedroom, and began saying something about Fiona probably not being long, when there was another knock at the door – which proved indeed to be Fiona, standing hunched inside a jacket and looking uncertain. She brightened immediately when she saw Alan, though, and almost pushed him into the bedroom – although she paused for just long enough to say hello to her hostess and also to Nick. Alan realised that the pair must have met before, if only briefly. Once they were alone together, though, Fiona suddenly paused again after discarding her jacket. "God, Louise pretty much rushed me in here," Alan said quietly. "Not that I'm objecting, but it felt like, I dunno, she thought I'd tear your clothes off you the moment we met or something." "I think that she was being polite, sort of," Fiona replied. "I mean, what sort of small talk would we be likely to make? We'd just have been standing around out there like frustrated lemons." "I guess," said Alan with a grin, and took a step closer to her. "And by the way, I wouldn't mind too much if you did tear my clothes off," Fiona added. "No need for damage," said Alan, and embraced her. As he kissed her deeply, he ran a hand up inside the back of her T-shirt, and a second later, she realised that he'd unfastened her bra. "Men!" she said quietly. "You've been practising." "Thanks for giving me the chance," he said, as she stepped back from him a little and pulled her T-shirt off over her head. Her bra came with it, and she dropped both garments together on a chair. Alan smiled broadly at the sight of her breasts, and hastily pulled his own shirt off, then reached out and embraced her, kissing her again, deeply. She put her arms round him and fondled his buttocks. "Nice," she said. "Thanks," he said, and they looked at each other and separated for a moment. Reaching an unspoken agreement, they sat side by side on the bed to remove their shoes and socks, then stood up again to shed their trousers. Down to underpants and knickers now, they embraced again. "Have you got – things?" Fiona asked. "Yeah – trouser pocket," Alan said, indicating the clothes strewn on the floor. "But it looks like Louise has left a present for us anyway." He nodded towards the bedside table, and Fiona looked and saw a bowl holding a handful of condom packets there. "Hey, yeah," she said. "But should we pinch those? They might just be, you know, hers." "I bet you she expects us to use them," Alan said. "I guess," said Fiona, and they sat and then lay side by side on the bed. For a moment, they kissed, while Alan fondled Fiona's breasts. "Hey," she said when they broke the kiss for a moment, "this is Louise's room, right?" Alan looked around for a second, then shrugged. "Must be," he said, "looks like it. Anyway, this is a small flat – I didn't get the impression there was room for another decent bedroom." "So she – and Nick – they must have, you know – done it on this bed?" Fiona was looking oddly thoughtful. Alan frowned very slightly, looking round the room. "I suppose so," he said. Then he looked carefully at Fiona. "Hey, I hope that doesn't put you off?" he said. "God no!" Fiona grabbed him and squirmed her breasts against him. "Just a thought, that's all." She released him, but only so that she could run a hand down to his crotch and gently squeeze what she found there. "Take your pants off," she said. Alan obeyed, and Fiona carefully caressed his cock. "Hey," Alan commented, looking around. "Our first time on a double bed." "Yeah," Fiona agreed. "Space to roll around a bit. Fancy trying me on top again?" "Sure," said Alan, and Fiona took a packet from the bowl, extracted the condom, and carefully fitted it to Alan's erection as he'd shown her. Then she wriggled out of her knickers, and placed herself over him. They cooperated to line his cock up with her cunt, and then she lowered herself carefully. They both gave moans of pleasure that were audible through the bedroom door. In the lounge, where Louise and Nick were sitting side by side on the sofa reading magazines, Louise looked up and then grinned. "Sounds like they're managing," she murmured. "I'm sure that they are," said Nick. He looked at Louise, then put his arm around her. She smiled at him, and he smiled back. Then his hand strayed up to her breast, but she grabbed it and held it steady. "Now," she said quietly, "you know what we agreed." "Yeah. I guess." Nick muttered. "Don't complain," said Louise. "Anyway, tell you what – when they're gone, if you want, you can fuck me black and blue. If you want." "Okay," Nick grinned. "Arrogant sod," Louise muttered. In the bedroom, Fiona was moving her hips in a careful circular movement. Alan looked up at her. "God," he said, "that's great." "Works for me too," Fiona agreed, leaning forward slightly to look into his eyes. "I love..." Alan began, but Fiona instantly put her hand over his mouth. "Now," she said, "let's not spoil things by going there right now." She took her hand away. Alan drew a breath. "I was going to say that I love your breasts," he said carefully. Fiona smiled. "Sorry. Okay, I'll allow you that." She sat back slightly, and raised both her hands to cup her breasts as she looked down at them. "Really?" she asked. "Oh god, yes!" "Shhh. They'll hear us." Alan said nothing more, but grasped her thighs and began moving inside her. She toyed with her breasts for a moment more, then giggled and leaned forward, resting her hands on the bed either side of Alan's head. He raised himself, craning a little, then grabbed one of her breasts and kissed the nipple. She laughed again and began to move faster on top of him; he moved his hips more in response, and shifted his mouth to her other breast. A moment later, he fell back, gazing up at her as he used both hands to fondle both her breasts. He saw that her eyes were closed, and guessed that she was concentrating on the feeling of what was going on at crotch level. He heard her breathing deeper and faster, until she suddenly gave a sharp, loud gasp, and went almost limp as she opened her eyes. In the lounge, Louise and Nick heard the gasp and smiled at each other. Fiona smiled at Alan, and murmured a thank-you. He grabbed her buttocks and drove frantically into her until she gasped again, less ecstatically but not unhappily. Then he groaned, and she felt a pulsing in his cock. He drew a deep breath. Fiona laid herself down on top of him, straightening her legs. "That good, lover?" she asked. "Yeah," he said. After a moment, she carefully clambered off him, and he removed the condom, wrapped it in a tissue from a box by the bed, and delicately dropped it in a bin. Then the couple collapsed back onto the bed together, side by side. Alan put one arm around Fiona and fondled her breasts with his other hand. She smiled affectionately at him. "I think that we're getting the hang of this," she said. "Yeah," he said. "Though I really think that we need to practice more." Fiona giggled. They kissed gently for a while. Then there was a tap on the bedroom door. Fiona and Alan looked at each other, and then Fiona hastily got up, pulled her T-shirt over her head – it was just about long enough to preserve some kind of modesty – and scurried over to open the door a few inches. Louise smiled at her through the gap. "Hi," Louise said, "but if you two aren't, errrrm," she waggled her eyebrows theatrically, "busy just now, I wondered if you'd like a cup of tea? Kettle's on." Fiona looked startled, and glanced back at Alan, who shrugged bemusedly. "I guess we wouldn't mind – thanks," Fiona said with reflex politeness. "Come on out whenever you like," Louise said. A few moments later, Fiona and Alan did emerge, now wearing T-shirts and jeans and looking only slightly dishevelled, to discover Louise and Nick in the lounge, Nick seated on the sofa as Louise bustled back and forth to the kitchen. Nick gazed amiably at Alan and Fiona. "I see that Louise's gran was right about you two," he remarked. Fiona frowned. "Sorry, but what does she have to do with us?" she asked. "She's a very shrewd old lady," Nick explained. "She spotted that you two were tying yourselves in knots with the just-good-friends thing, when you both wanted to be a bit more than that." "God," said Fiona, "did she say that?" "Yep," said Louise, arriving with a tray with four unmatched mugs on it. "And she liked the both of you. She was getting quite worried about you. But she was also worried that, if she said anything, you'd just think it was an old lady sticking her nose in." "I'm sure that we wouldn't have said that," said Alan. "No, maybe not – but..." Louise suddenly looked unsure what to say next. "What?" said Alan and Fiona together. "Well, she asked me to help," Louise said. "Don't tell her I told you," she added hastily. Alan and Fiona looked at each other, and then burst out laughing, if a little uncertainly. "We won't, I promise," said Fiona. "Anyway ... well, thanks for helping her, I guess." "Pleasure," Louise smiled. "Here's your tea." "You do owe Louise's gran, though," said Nick, taking his mug. "So you reckon we're made for each other?" Fiona asked. "Maybe," said Nick. "Like you'd know about that sort of thing," Louise challenged him. "Hey, I know a bit," said Nick. "Huh," said Louise. She turned to the other two. "Nick doesn't know anything about two people being soul-mates," she explained to them. "Hey, I know about it," Nick protested, "in theory. I'm just not sure it ever happens." "So you two aren't..." Alan asked uncertainly. Louise burst out laughing. "Nick?" she said. "Nick's completely incapable of sticking with one woman, ever. He's always getting into bed with someone new. Or with old girlfriends, for that matter." Fiona gasped. "And you don't mind that?" she asked. Louise shrugged. "Nick's also the most honest and truthful person I've ever met," she said. "He makes sure that no one who sleeps with him can expect to tie him down. We all have to take him the way he is, or not at all." "And you..." Fiona still seemed slightly stunned. "Oh, I like what I get from him," Louise said. "And it's not like I'm a one-man woman. At least, he's not the one man." Everyone fell silent for a moment, and then Fiona stared fiercely at Nick. "So," she said, "how many women have you slept with, then?" "I don't keep track," said Nick coolly, sipping his tea. "Are you saying that you've lost count?" said Fiona, sounding outraged. "I'm saying that I don't keep count," Nick replied. "On principle." The Results of Success "Funny principle," Fiona muttered, although she now sounded more puzzled than shocked. "Yes," said Nick. "I'm serious. If I kept count, that'd be like keeping score. And that's not what I'm doing. I'd end up thinking of some girl as number seven, or seventeen, or seven hundred, instead of as Louise, or Gina, or Patricia... And then, I'd not only be doing it for the wrong reasons – it'd stop being fun, I'm sure, for me and for the women. Believe it or not, it's important." The room fell silent for another moment, and everyone drank their tea. Then Alan spoke up. "Well," he said, "that's all right for..." "Hold on a second," Louise interrupted, raising a hand to silence him. Alan followed her gaze, and realised that she was looking at Fiona, who was sitting with her tea mug in both hands, staring hard into it. "Hey, Fiona," said Louise gently, and Fiona looked up at her quickly, and then looked back at her mug. "I know what you want to ask," Louise went on, and Fiona's head snapped up and she stared back at Louise with a look of blank horror. "And the answer would be Yes, from both of us – if you really want." "That's very good of you," said Fiona quietly, as Alan looked at her in confusion, "but I don't want to hurt Alan." "Oh, I can think of a way to keep Alan perfectly happy," said Louise gently. "What?" said Alan with the air of someone slowly getting a clue, "oh look, come on..." "Don't worry," said Fiona, "I really wouldn't mess you about like that." "Ha!" said Louise suddenly, and everyone looked at her. "Sorry," she said, "it's just that I noticed that that isn't quite the same as saying that she wouldn't ever sleep with anyone else." "Now, look..." said Fiona. "Sorry," said Louise. "I know that I'm a terrible old cynic. Ignore me." She took a gulp of tea. "Anyway, love – no shame in wondering what it's like with Nick. You'll have gathered that a lot of women do." "But do they all try to find out?" Fiona asked. "An awful lot of them, yeah." Louise shrugged. "Like I said, I don't mind." She drank more tea. "But the question here seems to be whether Alan would mind." They all looked at Alan, who'd fallen very silent. "I don't own Fiona," he mumbled. Fiona put a hand on his thigh and squeezed it gently, affectionately. "No," said Louise, "but she's nice enough to act like you do. That's a bit unfair on her, possibly." She put her mug down, stood up, and moved to a position behind the sofa on which Alan and Fiona were sitting. "Look at it this way," she said, then leaned forward, took Alan's ear gently between her teeth, and caressed it with her tongue. He gasped quietly. "You can't tell Fiona what to do," she went on, "but if she'd only go off with Nick if you said she could, and if I said that I'd fuck you – including, let's say, a blow job – if you let her..." She nibbled his ear again. "...Would you have to think about it?" Alan paused. "I guess I'd think..." he said with a nervous half-smile. "Right," said Louise, standing upright. "That settles it, then." "What?" said Alan, "I only said..." "Maybe I don't know much about being anyone's one and only," said Louise, "but from what I understand, if you have to so much as think about that sort of thing, well, it's hardly one and only, is it?" "Hey," said Nick, "I'm not sure that even I..." "No," interrupted Fiona, "I think she's right. Well, she's right enough for me." She stood up with a look of determination, took one step across the room, and stood in front of the seated Nick. "My name is Fiona Pauline Carson," she said to him. "Have you got that?" "Fiona Pauline Carson," Nick repeated. He stood up, took her face between the palms of his hands, and kissed her on the mouth. "Don't worry," said Louise, bending forward to whisper in Alan's ear again, "the offer still works." Fiona took Alan's hand in hers and drew him towards the bedroom, and Louise and Alan watched them go. "Right," said Louise, and vaulted over the back of the sofa, ending up sprawled in Alan's lap. "Look, you don't have to..." Alan began saying. "Oh yes I do," she interrupted. "Three reasons. First, I promised, and I'm a girl of her word. Second, I don't want you getting bitter because Fiona did things that you didn't. You won't be able to leave this flat accusing her of anything you didn't do yourself, right? Well..." she giggled "...except maybe a few things I can think of, knowing Nick. And third, it's absolutely ages since I corrupted a teenage boy, and I fancy some eighteen-year-old cock. So don't let me down." "Aren't you a bit late to corrupt me?" Alan asked. "After all, I've been sleeping with Fiona for weeks." "Oh, come on," Louise sneered. "You're so uncorrupted that you still talk about sleeping with her. And you worried more than she did whether it was love." She clambered off the sofa and stood in front of him. "Stand up," she commanded. Alan obeyed, and she put her hands on his hips and kissed him on the mouth. He was still looking stunned, but he responded a little, and she looked him in the eye, smiled, and then reached down and unzipped his jeans. A moment later, she unfastened the waistband, and before he could decide what to do, she'd pushed them down to his ankles, dropping to her knees in the process. She noticed that he wasn't wearing any underpants. "Right," she said again, staring at his cock, which was beginning to swell, "this looks promising. Nice to see that the idea of fucking me still does this to men." "Sure of yourself, aren't you?" he said to the top of her head. "So it isn't me? Maybe it's the thought of Fiona getting her pussy filled by Nick? He is a pretty good size, by the way. Though don't worry, you've got nothing to be ashamed of yourself." She lifted his cock with a fingertip, and gave its base a quick kiss. "But you're going to have to wait a moment for me to keep that promise," she added. "Uh?" Alan was still having trouble keeping up with Louise's announcements. "It's not that long since I last had an eighteen-year-old," she explained, standing up to face him. "So I know perfectly well that if I blow you now, you'll either come in my mouth or want to fuck me right afterwards. Neither of which I mind too much, but let's see if we can stretch this out a bit more..." By the time that Fiona and Nick arrived in the bedroom and shut the door behind them, Fiona was biting her lip nervously. But after Nick had taken her in his arms and given her a long, deep kiss, she smiled. "Come on," he said, "take those off." She stared at him almost thoughtfully as she obeyed, shedding T-shirt and jeans to leave herself naked. Then she turned completely around before putting her hands on her hips. "Okay with you?" she challenged. "Fine," he said. "Has anybody very told you that you have lovely breasts?" he added. "Yes," she said. "Two people, actually. Though one of them was my mother." Nick laughed gently at that. "But I still don't get why you're interested in me. Louise has a much better figure." "Louise is, well, slim," he corrected her. "Sure, I fancy her – but she's got more of the figure that women think is better. You've got tits." "But – bloody hell, they've got freckles," she protested. "Very cute freckles," Nick said, and kissed a patch of them to emphasise the point. "Nice arse, too, by the way." "So what've you got?" Fiona asked. Nick smiled, and undressed briskly but smoothly as Fiona watched. She quirked a small smile when he was done. "Okay," she said, "so Alan isn't deformed or anything. What now?" "Well," said Alan, "I gather that you're here because you want to learn something." "Kind of," Fiona admitted. "That's fine with me," he said, and sat on the bed. "I'm honoured. But I assume that you want to learn what you can do, not just what I can do to you?" "I guess." "Okay. So let's start with that. What do you know about blow jobs?" Fiona took a deep breath, and stared at Nick's swelling cock. "Only a bit," she admitted, "but okay, I'll give it a try..." She knelt on the floor in front of him, and carefully began to engulf the tip of his cock with her lips. In response, he began to make appreciative noises, then started gently telling her what worked best, where was sensitive, when to speed up and when to slow down. Soon, his cock was growing rigid and upright, and she was having to shift to continue working on it. After another moment though, she paused, removed her mouth, and looked thoughtfully at his moistened erection. "You know," she said, "I've just remembered something." "What?" he asked. "A girl should tantalise, sometimes, shouldn't she?" she said, meeting his gaze. "Damn. You are getting the hang of this," he said. "So what do you think you should learn next, then?" She took a deep breath, and gazed at his erection. "Mostly what that feels like inside me, actually," she said. "I'm sure that an expert like you will still be able to show me a few things after one time..." She gave his balls a quick, casual kiss. He laughed. "Okay," he said. He grabbed a condom from the bedside table and handed it to her. "Let's see how well you can fit that first, though..." In the lounge, Louise had shed her clothes with casual ease, and stood on tiptoe with arms outstretched to the side as the similarly naked Alan ran his eyes over her body. He paused when his gaze came to her crotch, though, and she smirked at him. "Like it?" she asked. "Uh... Yeah," he said. "Oh, don't tell me – Fiona doesn't go in much for the old electric razor down there." "No, I guess not," Alan admitted, still sounding nervous. "But you've seen pictures, I'll bet." "Well, yeah," Alan admitted, blushing. "Oh, don't worry about that." Louise grabbed him and kissed him on the mouth. "Actually, I shouldn't think that Fiona would be too worried if you admitted to her that you'd looked at a few pictures. It's no news to any girl with any sense about men. Just tell her that she's better than any of the girls in the pictures." "She is!" said Alan hotly. "Oh, sweet," said Louise, no longer sounding quite so sarcastic, and kissed him again. "She is," Alan repeated. "She's real, and I can touch her..." "Good answer," Louise said. "So I guess that makes me better, too." "Yes." "Right. So touch me, kiddo." She released him and dropped to sitting on the sofa. "And you can guess where." She grinned. Soon, Alan too was receiving instruction in oral sex techniques, although he wasn't being permitted to stop as easily as Fiona, as his head was being held firmly between Louise's thighs. His tongue was probing her cunt, and she was providing very detailed up-down, left-right, faster-slower instructions – or rather, commands. "You are smart," she said. "Uh?" he said, which was about as much as he could manage at that moment. "You don't need telling anything twice. I like that." "Except when I can't hear you." "Don't stop you little sod!" Alan hastily returned to the soft, liquid musk of her cunt. "Right, that's it... Oooh. Just a bit faster... Yeah – don't stop – don't stop..." Alan took the hint and didn't stop until Louise bucked her hips, driving her cunt into his face with a deep sigh of satisfaction. Then he looked at her with a smile of enquiry. "Yep, you got it," she said with a smile. "Now stand up." Alan obeyed, and Louise rolled off the sofa and knelt grinning at his half-erection. "Now sit down," she ordered. Alan obeyed. "That's good," Louise went on, kneeling between his naked thighs. "Because I'm about to make you go weak at the knees, and I'd hate for you to hurt yourself..." Her mouth engulfed his cock. In the bedroom, Nick was showing Fiona how well man-on-top missionary position sex could work, moving gently but persistently against and inside her as she drew her legs up and wider open in what seemed like a greedy attempt to take him ever deeper into herself, her heels pressing against the backs of his thighs. He had one arm around her back and his other hand supporting her head, and he was smiling gently at her as she closed her eyes and gasped in time with his thrusts. Eventually, she came with a long, deep, soft cry, then opened her eyes with a sheepish smile. "Thanks," she said. "My pleasure, Fiona Pauline Carson," he replied. "How does it feel to be my second man?" she asked. "No numbers, remember," he told her, "Alan, and then Nick." "Got it, Nick," she said obediently. "And talking of pleasure..." he said, raising himself above her on his hands. "You know how you like having your nipples kissed?" he asked conversationally. "Yeah?" "Well, men and women aren't wired up very differently," he said. She took the hint and raised her head, craning to kiss his chest. His thrusts became faster and stronger, until he too came with a soft murmur of release. Then he carefully lowered himself on top of her, wriggled so that his cock withdrew from her cunt, and rolled over to lie beside her. He removed the condom from his cock and disposed of it. "Yeah," she said, "I am enjoying this. Thanks." She smiled ruefully. "Do you reckon that Alan and Louise..." the question trailed off. "I'm sure that Louise is keeping Alan happy," Nick said. "Don't worry about him at all." At that moment, in fact, Louise had most of Alan's growing erection in her mouth, and she was moving her head up and down slowly and methodically. He groaned softly, repeatedly; then, after a few moments, he pressed his hips downwards, holding them still if quivering. She noticed the movement and raised her head to look at him. "You going to come soon if I carry on?" she asked. "Yes!" he groaned. "Very polite of you to hold on," she said. "Fancy fucking my cunt, kiddo?" "Yes!" he repeated. Louise grinned, rummaged a condom from her handbag, and fitted it deftly to Alan's saliva-moistened cock. Then she grabbed both his hands and pulled him to his feet, drawing him across the room until her back was against the wall. "Bend your knees a bit," she said. Alan obeyed, and Louise grabbed his erection and steered it carefully to the entrance of her cunt. She lowered herself a little, engulfing the first inch or two. "Now – push..." she said. Alan obeyed, thrusting his cock deep into her. "Yeah..." Louise sighed, and then wrapped her arms round Alan's back and her legs around his thighs. He staggered a little, but the wall continued to support them just enough. "You got it it," she murmured to him. "Never know when you're going to need to know how to manage a quickie against the wall." Alan said nothing in reply, but began thrusting inside her. "Bit slower," she said, then "yeah, roll your hips just a little... Oh, yeah... Slow and steady... Yeah!" Alan's excitement had been damped just enough by the practicalities of getting into this position, and he was able to contain himself as Louise came to a soft moan of orgasm. Then she grinned at him. "You're learning fast," she said. "I... try..." Alan gasped. "Reckon you can wait just a second more?" "Maybe..." "Reckon you can carry me?" "Just about." He gasped. "So let's fuck on the sofa." They both gasped and giggled as Alan turned them both around and then lurched the couple of paces that were necessary before they were able to pivot over and end up horizontal. Then he took a deep breath and began once again thrusting steadily into her. She saw that he was now moving towards the orgasm that he'd been holding back for so long, and smiled gently without saying any more. She admired the way he was pacing himself; whatever he'd been doing with Fiona, he'd learned to savour the moment. In the bedroom, Nick raised himself on one elbow. "Fancy some more?" he asked. "God, yeah. If you're up to it," Fiona said with an uncomplicated grin. "Lie back," Nick said, and she obeyed. He put himself over her on all fours, then kissed her mouth again, then each of her breasts, then moved down her belly to her pussy. "Oh," she said softly as he set to work. "yeah, we've tried... Oh. Oh yeah, that's nice." Nick raised his head slightly and met her gaze along the length of her body. "It helps to have a bit of practise," he said, and returned to work. "Yeah," said Fiona softly again. "Yeah, okay, so Alan and me... Oh. Oh, yes!" she murmured, and Nick decided that she'd probably stopped thinking about Alan for the moment. Soon, waves of sensation were pulsing through Fiona's body again, and she raised her hips involuntarily from the bed. "Yes," she said again. "Yes, yes... Ohhhhh!" Out in the lounge, Alan and Louise heard Fiona's long-drawn-out moan of pleasure. "Damn," said Alan, pausing his thrusts. "What is it, lover?" said Louise, gripping his hips. "I never made her sound like that." Louise laughed gently. "Practise, lover," she said, "that and paying attention. You've proved that you can learn stuff a lot more difficult than this. You've got certificates to prove it." "Thanks," said Alan, still sounding uncertain. "Hey, stop worrying," Louise said. "like I said, you've got to pay attention. Actually, it's fucking rude to stop paying attention to a girl you're inside. So, now..." "What?" "Fuck me, kiddo," she murmured in his ear. Something about her tone, and perhaps the thought of what might be happening in the bedroom, drove Alan over an edge. He gave a series of frantic thrusts, before coming hugely with a groan. In the bedroom, Fiona heard him, but ignored the sound, as her own body was throbbing too much with distracting satisfaction. She was slumped back on the bed, getting her breath back. "Okay," she gasped, "anything else I ought to know?" "Mmm," murmured Nick, "you know, tantalising is all very well, but if you don't deliver eventually, men will start complaining. "Okay..." said Fiona, beginning to wriggle down the bed. "On the other hand," Nick added, "you really do have a delicious little pussy. So let's move on to lesson number sixty-nine." "Pardon?" "Twist around a bit and I'll show you..." After a moment more of explanation, Fiona found herself lying flat on top of Nick, staring at his cock as his mouth began to work on her pussy yet again and he grabbed her buttocks with both hands. "Nice," she said. "I mean, it's only the second I've ever seen close up, but it looks good to me." She tentatively kissed the tip, then sighed as Nick set to work on her clitoris. "Don't stop now," he said, "though if you're the sort who clenches her teeth when she comes, you have my permission to stop then..." Outside in the lounge, Louise and Alan were lying together, still naked. In order to avoid having either of them fall off the sofa, they were pressed closely together. Louise looked at Alan's expression. "You look serious," she observed. "Do I?" "Yeah. Hey, don't worry too much about all this." "Worry?" "Yeah. I mean, Fiona's been radiating curiosity from crotch level from the day I first met you two, and Nick's the best person I know to help with that. And I thought that you ought to have, I dunno, a point of comparison yourself. But you two still look pretty good together. You might come to think of today as a learning experience, not the start of a habit. It's up to you." "That's all very well," Alan said, "but..." "But what?" "Well, we'll both be wondering about what you two so kindly taught us." "You will?" "Well, I'll be wondering what Fiona did with your boyfriend." "Oh, well, if that's all you're worried about..." Louise raised herself to get a better look at Alan, then got to her feet. "Come on," she said. Alan looked puzzled, but got up and followed Louise. Then he gasped as she stepped over to the bedroom door and flung it open. The Results of Success "Wha – uh, hey!" said Fiona. Alan saw that she had a fair view of the doorway from where she was; he also saw quite a lot of Nick's balls and erection. "I didn't say I wanted an audience," Fiona protested, freezing stationary now, although Nick didn't say anything, and Alan realised that he was still working on her pussy with his mouth. "You wanted to find out what Nick was like in bed," Louise told her. "Well, I could tell you that – nice cock, great technique, pays lots of attention, but no sense of shame whatsoever." She crouched by the bed to look Fiona in the eye, and grinned. "By the way, if you run your tongue slowly up the underside, from his balls to the tip, he goes wild." "Uh, thanks," muttered Fiona uncertainly. "But you wanted to find out for yourself," Louise went on, "and now you've got your boyfriend wondering what you've found out. So now you'll learn about the no sense of shame bit. I bet he's still doing good things back there." Fiona gave a strangled gasp that didn't seem to contradict Louise. "Wow," muttered Alan, who had moved to the other end of the bed. "What's he doing?" Louise asked him. "No, it's just that Fiona has a lovely arse," Alan said. "And you hadn't noticed?" Louise sounded startled. Alan shrugged. "I'd noticed, but I haven't been paying it enough attention, I guess," he admitted. "Looks like you haven't been giving him enough of a show," said Louise to Fiona with another grin. "By the way, have you noticed that he has a pretty nice arse himself?" Fiona didn't reply. She had evidently decided to continue paying attention to Nick's cock. "Anyhow," Louise said to Alan, who was still looking nonplussed at the whole scene, "I didn't bring you in here just so you could get an eyeful of your girlfriend getting fucked by my boyfriend. Turnabout is fair play and all that. Come here." She stood up, and guided Alan to sit on the bed next to Nick's thighs. Then she reached down and gently caressed his cock. "Mmm," she went on, "you've got Fiona putting on a show now, haven't you? Watch as much as you like – I just want you hard again..." Alan's gaze switched between her and the couple next to him, , and his breath turned to soft gasps. "Ooh," said Louise, "I'm remembering why I like corrupting eighteen-year-olds. They're so reliable." She stepped round to the table at the head of the bed and returned with a condom. "Just a sec..." She put the condom on his erection. "Now..." She climbed up onto the bed, crouched astride Alan's hips, then grabbed his cock and carefully guided him into herself as he sank down. She rested her arms over his shoulders and winked at him. "Let's take this one slowly," she said, wrapping her legs round him. "Let your girlfriend watch you getting fucked at glorious length..." "Okay," said Alan. Then he shifted a little, grasped her buttocks with both of his hands, and dipped his head to take one of Louise's nipples in his mouth. She murmured appreciatively, and wriggled her hips. Soon, they'd set up a careful rhythm, marked by gasps from each of them. Suddenly, Fiona gave a loud moan from beside them. Startled, Alan and Louise both looked around, and then realised that she had reached orgasm. She grinned sheepishly at them, then they heard Nick say her name. She twisted round to hold a whispered conversation with him as Alan and Louise resumed their slow, careful fucking. Then Alan felt Fiona's naked body against his back, and she put her arms round his body and kissed his ear. "Hi," she said. "Hi yourself," he said. "How you doing?" "Bloody well, actually," she said. "I think I'm getting a taste for sex." "No kidding?" "Yeah. Thanks for the good starrrroooooh..." she trailed off into a soft moan. "Fiona's getting fucked again!" Louise chanted happily. Alan realised that the way that the kneeling Fiona's breasts were gently, rhythmically pressing against his back must be due to Nick taking her from behind. "Yeah!" gasped Fiona. "Your boyfriend seems... ah! ... to like it." "I bet he does," said Louise. She leaned forward a little to kiss Alan, then winked at Fiona. "We seem to have this poor lad trapped," she said. "Shall we see if we can drive him wild?" The two women both began squirming against Alan. "Oh god..." he muttered. "Oh god, yes! Ah, god, yeah!" He bucked and writhed in the double embrace, reaching his loudest orgasm of the afternoon. Louise smiled and drove her hips against his crotch, following him to climax with a yelp of "Yeah!" Seconds after that, Nick give a moan of pleasure from behind Fiona, and she sat back, resting on his thighs, and plunged both her hands down to her crotch. Alan twisted round to see her smiling broadly with her eyes closed, giving a series of sharp gasps which rose to a deep groan and then stopped. Then they all went still for a moment, before Louise gave another of her giggles, rose to her feet while removing herself from Alan, and deftly removed the condom from Alan's shrinking cock. She looked at it pensively and then binned it. "Wow," said Alan, slumping sideways onto the bed. "Yeah," said Fiona, pulling away from Nick and then leaning over to kiss Alan's cheek. "I'm definitely getting to like this stuff. My boobs are still tingling... Though you two may have spoiled me for other men." "You just have to train the other men up to standard," said Louise, stepping back over to the bed to kiss the grinning Nick as he got to his feet and discarded his own condom. "Anyone mind if I grab the shower first? There's not room for four in there, I'm afraid." "Go ahead," said Alan. "I don't think that I can stand up just now anyway." Louise laughed, and gathered up some clothes. Then she looked towards the bed, and saw Fiona and Alan lying in each others' arms, naked and filmed with sweat – and gazing intently at each other. "You two okay?" she asked. "Uh, yeah" said Alan. "Yes," said Fiona at the same moment. They both laughed. "And thanks," said Fiona. "Reckon you've discovered anything?" Louise asked. "Oh, yeah," said Alan. "There's some things I want to try with Fiona." "I know what you mean," Fiona agreed. Louise laughed. "Perhaps it is love," she said. "Oh, I still don't know about that," Fiona said, sweeping her hair back from her face, "but I think that we've learned a bit together." "I hope that you reckon you had good teachers," Nick said. Alan and Fiona looked at each other, and then Alan burst out laughing. "Sorry," he said, "but we've been sharing teachers for years now, and they weren't... Well, you aren't like any of them." "Well," said Louise, "your teachers reckon that you've passed these exams too. You certainly did fine on the oral..." Suddenly, Fiona stared at Louise. "Did you plan all this?" she challenged. Louise opened her mouth, then shut it again. Then she shrugged. "Not planned," she said, "just knew it might happen, I suppose." "Oh yeah?" said Fiona, "What made you think that?" "Nick, for one," Louise said. "Not that I was going to let him try anything, if you didn't seem to want it. But women are always talking themselves into going to bed with him. Not that I blame them," she added, putting an arm around Nick's shoulder and giving him an affectionate squeeze. "But he doesn't actually seduce many women, you know. Or perhaps he seduces thousands. I dunno. And then..." she trailed off. "And then what?" Fiona demanded. "Actually, not every woman makes a pass at Nick. But honestly, it was pretty clear that you were one of the sort who would." "Fiona?" Alan said incredulously. "Sorry, kiddo," Louise said, "but it's true. Be honest – tell me – who's idea was it for you two to fuck in the first place?" "Yours!" said Fiona. "Really?" said Louise with a raised eyebrow. "Honestly, Fiona love – there's nothing wrong with wanting it. And anyway, I kind of fancied Alan." "What?" Fiona gasped. "Don't sound so surprised, love – you'll hurt his feelings. Anyway, you looked like a satisfied customer. Made me want to try some." "Huh." Fiona lay back on the bed looking thoughtful. Alan, though, was now looking smug. "Anyway," Louise added, "I reckon you're happy enough with your results. Am I right?" Fiona and Alan looked at each other, and both shrugged. Then they looked back at Louise and Nick, and both nodded. "Thanks, teacher," said Alan, only a little sarcastically. "My pleasure," said Louise. "You can decide on your homework for yourself. But feel free to ask, any time you need a refresher..." She gave Nick a quick kiss, "...I'm sure that we could be persuaded to help."