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To Be Frank Ch. 01

By: Katie T



“Uhhhhnnnnnnnnn!” I moaned as Karl slipped in and out of me, thrusting away on top as I lay underneath. Within moments he’d pulled out of my pussy and shot his spunk all over my stomach and tits.

“Whew, Kate, you’re the best!” he said as he rolled off and sat on the edge of my bed.

Moments later he was dressed, kissing me quickly and walking off home, leaving me waiting for my parents and kid brother to get back from the shops. Why was it always the same, I thought. I hated Karl, really disliked him, but there wasn’t anything I could do. His family and mine were really close, my father and his best buddies, and it had been our fate since children to go out together, and the families expected us to get engaged and married at some stage in the near future.

Sadly it had all gone wrong from me as Karl matured. He’d grown into a hulking young man, broody and with hidden depths, his mother said. I thought he was shallower than the local paddling pool. He was my opposite. Sporty, where I just enjoyed games, and he was much slower than I in school, lacking even a basic sense of humour so I couldn’t even enjoy his company too much. Even sex was bad as he always thought of himself. Although I’d been on the pill for some time he always insisted on withdrawing and coming over me. I think he’d seen too many ‘money shots’ on the porno videos he and his friends swapped so often.

I was too scared to do anything for fear of upsetting the family applecart, though.

The phone rang, jolting me out of my reverie.

“Kate speaking” I said into the receiver.

“Hi Frank” came the voice of Tim, my study buddy, at the other end. He always called me Frank, after I’d told him my middle name was Frances. It was his special name for me. I knew he’d held a candle for me ever since we were young, and as we grew up we found out that we had the same school interests and could help each other study and improve, getting better marks and greater understanding, with the goal of a good university place in mind.

“It’s Sunday, and we’re doing geomorphology later, yeah?” he asked.

“Ah, shit!” I exclaimed. “I forgot. No mind, just come on over in a half hour, OK?” Gives me time to clean up I thought, aware that I was still lying naked on my bed, with Karl’s rapidly cooling deposit drying in streaks on my stomach and breasts. “See you soon.”

I grabbed my dressing gown and hopped into the bathroom. Turning on the shower I jumped in for a quick wash down, getting rid of the evidence and smell of my earlier sex session. I washed my blonde shoulder-length hair, rinsing and allowing the suds to run over my tight 34B breasts, using my hands to brush the soap off my little brown nipples. I soaped myself up and washed the semen from my front, then cleaned my shaven pussy.

Drying myself off, I heard the car pull into the driveway and rushed quickly back to my room to pull on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, mischievously leaving out my underwear. At just 18 my breasts and bum were pert enough to not need hiding or help. I pulled out my A level textbooks and tried hard to think about glacier effects on landscapes instead of the coming visit from Tim.

Tim was the same age as me, and we’d known each other through the local church for years. He was around 5 feet 10, well-built without being too bulky, short dark hair (although he’d been growing it after the fashion of his rock heroes recently – I’d have to tell him it suited him shorter soon) and the most piercing long-lashed blue eyes I’d ever seen on a guy. If Karl hadn’t been in the frame I swear I’d have jumped him long ago, and he me, but I was taken and he had too much respect for other people, whoever they were, to think making a move, I thought.

I grabbed a sandwich as my mother unpacked the groceries while my brother Richard and Dad went into the garage to check his bike gears. I wasn’t interested in family tea round the table and made the excuse that I had to study.

Minutes afterward, Tim arrived, parking his bike outside and wandering in to my room, sent up by my mother, who saw nothing crude in me studying in my bedroom with a boy, as she, like everyone else, just assumed that Karl and I were an item with no extra interest. With September being mild, he was wearing his standard jean shorts and a Def Leppard t-shirt.

“Hey Frank” he greeted me with his usual peck on the cheek, his body language telling me a completely different story to his actions as he edged quickly yet reluctantly out of my personal zone. He took the spare chair next to my desk and the next three hours passed like lightning as we discussed moraine, striations, U valleys and glacial lakes.

As ever it was torture having this handsome guy just inches away, and the contact between our bodies was more than accidental. He kept stealing glances at my breasts, and I found myself encouraging him, stretching more than was necessary so he could see them strain against my t-shirt. I felt so close to him when we studied; he was quick, he could explain anything easily, he made me laugh, and most especially, he made me horny.

Eventually the time came for Tim to go home and me to go to bed. I helped him get his backpack together and walked him down the stairs. The family were watching TV in the lounge, Dad’s guffaw sounding through the closed door denoting some inane comedy show on the idiot box. I was reaching for the front door handle when Tim wrapped his arms around me to hug me goodbye.

I don’t know why I did what I did next.

Hugging him back I tilted my head up until our lips were nearly touching. “’Bye” I whispered, then kissed him, full on the lips.

His reaction was exactly what I hoped for. Opening his mouth, he kissed me back, his tongue mingling with mine as we frenched each other. My arms came up behind his back as he dropped his hands to my butt, drawing me in closer. As I felt my nipples grow erect, I could also feel the rush of blood to his groin as his penis hardened against me.

I knew he couldn’t feel a panty-line as he kneaded my ass, and it was obvious that he was in his own heaven judging by the feel of the cock in front of me. He kept on kissing me as one hand slowly came round, then up my t-shirt to cup my left breast through the thin cotton, gently teasing the nipple. I almost orgasmed on the spot

I cut the kiss. “Not here, not now” I whispered. You have to go, I have to sleep.”

He looked confused as I gently removed his hand.

“Hey, my timing isn’t everything” I explained. “I’m sorry for starting that when I did.” As an encouragement I smiled and quickly squeezed his hardness through his shorts, being rewarded by his sharp gasp and the twitch of his cock.

I kissed him quickly once more and opened the door.

Minutes later I was on the phone to Vanessa, telling what had happened. Nessie and I had been friends for years too. She was dating Tim’s best friend, Paul, and I knew she’d have taken it as a personal insult if she’d found out from him instead of me, as Tim would certainly tell Paul.

“I don’t know what to do, Nessie” I cried. “I really like him, but I feel so obliged to Karl because of my parents.” What now?”

“Kate, calm down” she replied. “You’re not the first person to go through this, so think what options you have.”

We went through them. Ditching Karl was not on the menu, as I still had nearly a full year of school before the relative freedom of going to university, something I knew he’d never achieve. Likewise I wasn’t prepared to give up my study buddy Tim, as we were just too close, and I needed his company to keep me sane.

“You could always keep him on the side for now” suggested Nessie, “and I think I have just the opportunity for you two to get to now a little more about each other.”

She explained further. We were all members of the local mixed venture scout group, and the next weekend she, Paul, Tim and Anne, another good friend, were going on a tramping trip in North Wales as training for their Queen’s Scout award. Anne, sadly, had twisted her knee playing hockey the day before and was pulling out. Nessie wondered if I could go instead.

Two nights and days in the company of three good friends? How could I not! Parent permission was a formality as they knew all my friends and trusted them implicitly.

That night I quietly fingered myself to orgasm, rubbing my nub with one hand whilst using three fingers of the other as a makeshift cock, pushing them up my pussy. I couldn’t wait to get away for the weekend.

To Be Frank Ch. 02



To get a feel for where this is coming from, I recommend Chapter 1 be read first.

As the week went by I found myself thinking more and more about the weekend ahead. Having got approval from my parents, and a note written to excuse me from afternoon lessons on Friday I began to realise that what I was doing was real. A whole weekend, away from family, away from Karl, with my best buddy and our two best mates, who just happened to be going out together. Synchronicity!

I’d got everything ready, come Friday, for a whole weekend in the Welsh hills, including clothing to cope with all the vagaries of weather those mountains could throw at anyone, and normally that meant everything. Paul and Tim had the canvas, and Nessie and I had thrown together the basics of the dried food packs and snacks that would sustain us.

Friday afternoon came, and Paul drove round to pick me up in his Escort, only a basic little Ford but he was proud of it, and it was transport, so none of us were complaining. We kicked off out of town and headed to North Wales, with a sound track of Def Leppard, Queen, Human League and Madness, just for variety, making small talk as we went, with Paul and Tim in the front, and Nessie and I hogging the back seat, complete with snacks and girlie comments on the guys’ singing ability!

We drove through to Welshpool, where we stopped for a last-minute chocolate top-up, including coffee, dried milk and sugar for the hot drinks we expected to make in the hills where there was no other source. Another hour or so saw us at Bontddu, a small village on the Barmouth road, where Paul knew people who ran a campsite.

After Paul had introduced us at the site we spent 20 minutes putting up our small two-man tents, keeping our packs in Paul’s car, and then left the whole lot on the site to walk to the village pub to get a decent meal before our early-morning start.

Being North Wales, the pub was a conservative sort of place, and two English girls caused a bit of a stir, but as we were with men, it wasn’t too much of a problem. We managed to corner a table at the back of the saloon bar, the better of the two, and Tim ordered beer all round, a welcome break from the poor wine I usually had at home. I never had the heart to tell my father that Liebfraumilch was perhaps invented purely to annoy visitors to Germany.

Tim and Paul quickly got the maps out and talked Nessie and I through our itinerary for Saturday/Sunday, a walk up through two of the larger peaks in the area, Rhinog Fach and Rhinog Fawr. It was a challenging schedule, over only around 18 miles, but the important part was the ascent and descent up to 750m twice over steep, loose, rocky terrain.

“What does Rhinog mean”, I asked Tim, who I knew was really familiar with the area.

I sensed it was the wrong question when I realised half the bar had shut up to listen to Tim’s response.

“It’s both a name and a piece of Welsh history, Frank”, he replied. “The Rhinog’s were both giants back at the dawn of the age of humankind in the area. Remember Cader Idris, the mountain just south of here?”

I nodded agreement. Everyone had heard of ‘the Chair of Idris’, another local giant. Those who spent the night night there either woke up mad, as poets, or never woke up at all.

Tim continued “It’s a little known fact, but the Rhinogs were brothers, and they fought to a standstill over the right to woo the Moon, the most complete female giant in the universe. Eventually their continual warring took them here, to the West coast of the UK where the Moon flees each night. They disturbed Idris so much with their fighting that for his own peace he turned them both to stone, here, where they still stand today. Legend has it that even now their yearning for the love that neither can have manifests itself, drawing down shooting stars toward the moon on clear nights.”

I was going to laugh, then realised that the locals were hanging on Tim’s every word. He, only an Englishman, had them wrapt in his telling of the story.

“Surely it’s only a myth!” I said. There was a sharp intake of breath from the landlord.

“Frank”, Tim replied “Who are we to say what is myth and what is history. After all, how does history start, but with the telling of the story?” There was a chuckle from the men at the bar, who obviously approved of Tim’s dramatic tale.

After a couple of rounds, Tim and Paul disappeared to the toilets, leaving Nessie and I together. 

“Kate”, Nessie started “We were originally coming on this trip with Anne, but now you’re here. As it was, Paul and Tim were tenting, and I was sharing with Anne. Now you’re here, and from what we’ve spoken about last week, Paul and I were really hoping that we could tent together while you and Tim had some quality time to talk about some necessary things?”

My heart leapt. Obviously Paul and Tim were having the same conversation in the Gents, and I couldn’t help but show my eagerness. “Yes, Nessie, I’d love that, and I think Tim would say the same” was all I could come out with, when what I meant to say was “thank you thank you thank you!”

When the guys reappeared, Tim sat next to me, close on the bench seat we had. “Are you okay with this?” he asked.

“Tim, I’d be a fool if I said I wasn’t” I replied. “We’ll be giving Nessie and Paul some good time together, and we get on well enough to cope?” I sensed he was a little disappointed with my non-committal response.

As a non-verbal signal I nudged sideways so our thighs were touching, and in amongst the small talk, a chicken-and-chips meal and three more beers, found it was closing time.

Our walk back to the campsite was only ten minutes, but I found the fresh air really hit me, and as I was cleaning my teeth in the shower block next to Nessie I realised I was just bit drunk. We’d both used the shower block to get changed into sleepwear, meaning I was dressed in just my undies and a large T-shirt that would double as a warm undergarment if the weather turned bad. From the forecast it wouldn’t be necessary, as a massive anticyclone was sat over the UK, with little movement, holding daytime temperatures up to 28 degrees, dropping only as far as 17 during the night.

“Are you OK with the sleeping arrangements” Nessie asked, a sly smile on her face.

I spat toothpaste out as tried to stay upright and look mature. “Sure, we’re looking forward to it” I managed to stammer back.

As we walked back we both saw ths hooting star com overhead, from over the summit of the Rhinog mountains toward the moon.

"Wish?" Nessie said.

I kept it to myself, hoping it would come true; "I wish this weekend would last forever, just me, Tim and my two best friends"

Getting to the tent I was sharing with Tim, right next to Paul and Nessie, we whispered ‘goodnight’, or ‘nostar’ as the Welsh would have it, and disappeared in through the flaps, leaving boots under our flysheets.

In our tent I realised Tim was already lying down, in boxers and T-shirt on his sleeping bag. In the weak light from the torch I carried he grinned ruefully. “Too hot to get into a three season hollowfill sleeping bag” he replied to my unspoken question.

“Yeah, I can see that” I said. “Tim, I’m just a bit drunk right now, so can we just hold each other?”

I lay down, letting him spoon me from behind, using his arm as my pillow. As I turned out the torch, leaving the light from the almost full moon casting a ghostly glow, I couldn’t help but think of the poor Rhinog brothers.

Poor Tim, I thought to myself as I snuggled into his arm and made maximum contact with his body behind me, he puts up with so much.

I had no idea of the time that passed before a sharp gasp from Nessie dragged me up from deep sleep to an almost wakeful state. A low comment from Paul, followed by a quick giggle, made me realise they were making out, and in my drunk state I almost wished I was there.

A quiet whisper from Tim behind me drew my attention.

“They’re going for it”.

I think I was still dreaming of the beautiful female moon, and how the Rhinogs had fought over her, and my brain was telling me that Tim was talking about them, not our camping partners, and the arousal went straight through. It may have been the beer, it may have been the moon phase, or the shooting star, but all I know now is that in that moment, I was one horny little girl.

There was a soft moan from the next tent, and a slurpy noise, which told me Nessie was being kissed by Paul, echoed by Tim’s comment to the same effect.

“They’re really kissing.” He whispered, in a voice right on the edge of my hearing, that I knew carried no further than my ear.

I was turned on, both by Tim’s quiet commentary and the supporting vocals from the next tent, and I quietly and slowly slipped a hand between my legs, trying not to let Tim know what I was doing.

My middle finger found my clit through my knickers quickly, and I started to rub gently, just enough to keep me on edge, not enough to send me over it, as I listened to Paul, Nessie and Tim.

As Nessie moaned, and uttered a quiet agreement Tim was whispering: “He’s feeling her tits”, and I found my own nipples hardening in sympathy as I imagined my friend Paul caressing Nessie’s large breasts and nipples.

As Paul sighed, Tim whispered: ‘She’s holding him”, and my finger and thumb clenched on my clit as I imagined her hand around his cock, helping him toward full erection.

I was half aware that Tim’s free hand had started caressing my side, going slowly from hip to shoulder, and back.

A fabric noise from next door, followed by an urgent “please” from Nessie told the story, but in case I missed it there was Tim’s voice in my ear again. “He’s on top of her now, and they’re making love”. I could imagine Paul pumping in and out of Nessie, and the heat from my pussy grew round my hand.

Suddenly I was aware of Tim’s hardness pressing into the small of my back. I have no idea how long he’d been like that, but looking back it must have been almost the whole time, though I was so wrapped up in myself I hadn’t noticed.

His free hand that had been caressing me suddenly slipped down to cover mine over my sex.

“Can we?” he whispered, over the sounds of urgent lovemaking next door.

Slowly and quietly, so as not to disturb Paul and Nessie, I parted my legs, and as my unspoken answer to his question I used my free hand to push my undies down, grasp his cock and pull it into where I needed it most. He slid inside easily, as I was already really well lubricated thanks to my own ministrations, and I was surprised and pleased to find a good sized, but most of all thick cock up my cunt.

From behind, Tim settled into a slow rhythm, almost a counterpoint to the rapid sounds from the next tent, where we could both hear Paul and Nessie slapping together in their sexual joining. Tim’s steady strokes hit me as Karl never had, and as he took me from behind the head of his penis stroked my G-spot on each pass, in and out, dragging me slowly up from almost sleep into full orgasm in quick time. Amazingly, we were fucking silently, neither of us making any noise, neither vocally nor with our body movements.

As Nessie was obliviously moaning her own climax next door, and we heard Paul’s grunts as he unloaded deep inside her, Tim too plunged to his deepest within my pussy and held still. I swear today that I felt his semen hitting the back of my womb, so powerful was his ejaculation, and it set me off on my own orgasmic trip. Still trying to remain unheard I found myself biting Tim’s ‘pillow’ hand that I was resting my head on, to stop me from crying out loud at the force of the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had with someone else.

With Tim softening inside me, we both fell asleep without saying another word.

As I woke in the morning I wondered if I’d dreamed the whole affair, but the teeth marks on Tim’s hand and the sticky feeling between my legs told me what had happened. I couldn’t wait till the next night, when we’d be camped miles from nowhere, just the four of us.



To Be Frank Ch. 03



The usual disclaimer – this is (mainly!) fiction, the characters' names are disguised, and it's better to start reading about Frank at Chapter One. Thanks to all of you who've provided feedback and suggestions, all of which have been gratefully received, even if I've not replied personally (sorry!)

Next morning we awoke at sunrise, anxious to get an early start for the serious hill walking we were about to undertake – from nearly sea level to 750m (it doesn't sound much but remember it's Britain) over rough rocky terrain shaped by millions of years of exposure to mother nature. I hit the shower block with my girl friend Nessie and we took adjoining stalls, stripping easily in front of each other. I've always admired Nessie's fuller figure, especially her D cup breasts, which put mine to shame, and I made a mental note to myself to one day explore her further. We chatted about our day ahead as we cleaned up. I knew Nessie had to wash up after her session with Paul the previous night, but she had no idea that Tim and I had also indulged, culminating in him flooding my love tunnel with his ejaculate.

"So, hard climb ahead" she half-shouted, over the shower noise.

"Not half as hard as tomorrow night" I replied, smiling to myself as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair.

"Ahh Kate, you're soooo crude!" Nessie responded. "Crude but fair" she added, after a half-pause for comic effect. We both giggled a little.

We chatted for a while as we washed. As I soaped up my front, feeling my nipples harden in the early morning rush that the body gives you to let you know it's good to be alive, I toyed briefly with the idea of teasing my clitoris to a quick orgasm, but then realised that it's hard to focus on sexual relief when the girl next door is trying to hold a conversation with you, and reluctantly left my hot button alone, figuring that Tim could attend to it later.

After showering we dried off and dressed. As we knew the day would be both hot and long the two of us had opted for light clothes Nessie was in cotton undies, jean shorts and white cotton shirt and I'd ended up choosing to wear my little blue polka-dot bikini (it was the eighties!) under green cotton shorts and a sleeveless green t-shirt that didn't do much to hide my svelte teen figure from the world at large. I was very aware of my petite breasts and tight little bum being shown off by my choice, but also knew that, given we were hiking into the wilds of North Wales, the only male audience would be the man I intended sleeping with that evening, and Paul, who I knew was so wrapped up in Nessie that he wouldn't notice if I hiked nude.

We quickly struck our tents and distributed the canvas and poles amongst our packs. The guys were suitably gentlemanly in taking the lion's share of the weight allowing us girls an easier walk under lighter loads.

It was still early as we set off from our campsite, stopping (oh how good we were!) to leave a route plan and e.t.a. for our return under the door of the campsite owner in case of difficulties.

Our walk across and over the Rhinog mountains was odd in that we were walking South to North, where most people went the other way, for the simple reason the boulder field and scree slopes were easier to go across that way round. As we'd left early we figured that we'd have the worst rock scrambling out of the way before lunch and before the day really warmed up, and so it proved. The dry weather meant the mountain bogs were drier and easier to navigate than after rain, and the rock scrambling was much simpler than it would have been had the rocks got a good soaking while were there. With only a couple of short snack stops and comfort breaks we were lunching by the small lake on the Eastern flank of Rhinog Fach, the smaller of the two giant brothers.

"We've made good time" said Paul, checking the map and his watch. Choice ahead: do we laze over lunch or get on with it, conquer 'Fach and hit our campsite early?"

"Where's the advantage in that?" said Tim. He stole a sidelong glance at me, as he'd been doing all morning. "We could have a swim here, cool off and then get going"

"Swim at our campsite" said Nessie. "There's a lake there too, isn't there Paul?"

Paul confirmed Nessie's expectations, and we all agreed we'd push on to get to destination as soon as we could, much to Tim's chagrin.

"Easy, tiger", I told him as we put our packs back on to move off. I squeezed his hand in mine, letting him know my interest matched his. "Wait till later!"

"I know, Frank. It's just that, well, I've had to look at your butt while we've been walking all morning and I figured that rather than walk we could, you know..." his voice trailed off.

"Know what?" I teased. I didn't wait for his response, as his face flushed. I turned him to face me, and, as Paul and Nessie helped each other with their packs, tilted my head up to his to kiss him, briefly, full on the lips. "Later" I emphasised, raising an eyebrow and smiling at the expression on his face – all hope, fear, frustration and expectation. He still took the chance to cop a quick feel of my arse before I smacked his hand away!

Our final ascent up Rhinog Fach was steep, sweaty and breath-stopping. We had little energy for anything other than a quick cheer as we hit the summit, sun beating down on us and no shelter in sight. The view out across the Barmouth Bay was spectacular, and we could see for miles.

"I can see all the way to future" I breathed. Nessie cocked a quizzical eyebrow at me. "Where the sun sets," I explained. "By the time it's going down over there it's already night here, so I've always looked at sunset over the ocean as being in the future."

She lifted her water bottle to me in a mock toast. "Here's to your future" she said, a little smile playing across her face. Having set Tim & I up for the weekend, she was milking it for all it was worth!

"What goes on tour stays on tour" I responded, echoing the age-old mantra of weekenders across the whole country, be they sporting, dirty or sci-fi convention-goers.

"Hear, hear" came the reply of the other three, as we all raised our water bottles in one of the more sober toasts ever delivered.

We set off down the steep slope to the glacial lake on the West side, taking our time over the steep, rocky descent to save our joints and energy, and arriving shortly after three in the afternoon, a good two hours ahead of when we expected to be making camp. We'd seen not a soul apart from each other all day, and had the lake to ourselves. Llyn Hywel was at the same time blue, green and grey, depending on the angle of the sun and how you looked at it, and was dammed at the one end by glacial waste, with a small remainder hillock off to one side in the middle of the flat alpine meadow area we intended to pitch our tents in.

"No disrespect", said Nessie, "but Paul and I are going to pitch here, and there's a good flat spot just the other side of the hillock here where you ought to find the ground easy enough to get your tent pegs in!"

"None taken", I murmured as I checked the look of expectation on Tim's face.

We tramped the hundred metres or so round the base of the small mound that Nessie had chosen as a barrier between us, and dropped our packs. As she'd promised, the ground was reasonably easy, not too stony, and promised a bit of give under our sleep mats to help us relax that night.

"I don't know about you, but I could do with cooling off in that lake" I said, deliberately facing Tim as I grabbed the hem of my t-shirt and pulled it over my head. My boots came off, my shorts were quickly unbuttoned and they joined my top on the grass, leaving me in just my bikini.

Tim swiftly divested himself of his shorts and shirt, leaving himself in a pair of blue cotton boxer shorts, which he quickly adjusted as I copped a sneak peek of his knob, semi-hard, trying to make its way out in appreciation of me!

I walked to the lake, amused to see Nessie & Paul, both clad in only their undies, heading the same way just up the shoreline. I waved to them, and slowly immersed myself in the chill waters as Tim followed me. We swam slowly, lazily for a few minutes before Tim came up to me, standing up in the shoulder-deep water.

"Frank" he started. "I don't know how to start this, but please forgive me if it comes out wrong"

"Carry on", I encouraged, standing to match him. "We know each other well enough by now for that." By way of reinforcement I put my arms round his shoulders and hugged him quickly, leaving my hands resting on his back as we pulled apart just a little. Again, I let my lips brush his, lightly.

"Frank" he started again. "I'm in a bit of a mess. There's you, there's me, there's Karl. Much as I dislike him, and despite last night, I don't know what I'm supposed to do about you, as he's your boyfriend."

Nice passion-killer, I thought briefly, then squashed the thought as being uncharitable, as Tim was being brutally honest.

"Tim", I replied. "I love you dearly. We've been through a lot together, and we'll no doubt go through a lot more. I know Karl's a problem to you, but, please, take it from me, it's running it's course, and what you do to me just being around is making me more sure every day that I've got to do something about the whole situation. Meantime, I can't give myself just to you, but will you take this little piece you have, just the two of us, just now?"

I looked into his blue, blue eyes, watching for his response. He gave it to me physically, enfolding me in his arms and initiating the kiss.

Our tongues entwined, and arms around each other, we lost ourselves in that moment, french-kissing for a full five minutes before I broke the embrace, acutely aware of the chill in the water.

"I'm suffering from a depression", I stated. Tim looked blank briefly, before he got the meteorological in-joke. "Ah, he replied. "A bit of a cold front?"

I smiled, nodded, and taking him the hand led him back to dry land. We quickly got to work putting our tent up, but left our sleep mats outside, next to each other, sleeping bags on top, Nothing was spoken, it was just a tacit agreement that we'd not be going into the tent for some time.

We quickly boiled some water and ate the freeze-dried meal we had for tea, washed down with a coffee, fortified with a nip of brandy from Tim's handy hip flask.

I stretched out on my sleep mat, feeling the early evening sun beat down on my already tanned body, and Tim lay down to join me. He lay on his side, and reached one arm under me to pull me close as his lips once more sought mine. We kissed again, eyes closed, virtually alone under the sun, and slowly his hand came up across my stomach to grasp my left breast, hardening my nipples instantly. He slowly caressed my tit, his fingertips lingering around my aureole as he alternated between cupping the breast and squeezing my nipple through the cloth. The feeling was fantastic, as only the first conscious touch can ever be between lovers, and I was briefly disappointed as his hand left its duties.

He moved his hand round to my back, seeking the ties that held the brief triangles of fabric between my chest and nakedness, and slowly pulled the string loose, repeating the procedure at my neck, then pulling my bikini top off and dropping it next to me. My breasts were exposed to him, and he broke off his exquisite kiss to prop himself up on an elbow and survey my 34b chest.

"You don't know how often I've dreamed of this, Frank" he breathed, as he leant forward and kissed my tits. His tongue danced across me, and sent shivers down my spine. Every few moments he'd grasp one of my little brown acorn nipples and nibble it with his teeth, stopping to lick circles round my aureoles.

I moaned my pleasure into his neck, and my hand crept down his chest, across his stomach and onto his boxers. His cock was rigid, pulsing with the energy stored within for me, and my hand encircled it through his boxers. I left it, pulling instead on the waistband, intent on releasing him from his cloth prison.

Tim raised his hips, allowing me to pull down on his underwear, slowly taking it past his knees, where with some wriggling of his legs he managed to get free and lie naked next to me. As he continued to use his mouth on my breasts I grasped his cock in my hand and slowly began to wank him off, tugging on his shaft in long, easy up-and-down motions.

We continued this for some time, enjoying the feelings generated as we pleasured each other, until I reluctantly moved his head off my breasts and kissed my way down him to his shaft.

Up close, his uncircumcised cock looked as thick as I remembered it feeling inside me the previous night. I gently kissed the tip, being rewarded with the twitch that guys can't ever stop when a girl gets close enough to promise oral satisfaction. I wrapped my lips round him, quickly bobbing down and back to give him a taste of my blowjob technique.

I settled into a routine, swirling my tongue around the tip, then taking him deep into my mouth, dragging my teeth on the underside of his cock on the way up to repeat the process, whilst one hand cupped his balls, hot and heavy in my grip.

It was all too soon when his warning grunt told me that he was about to come. After all Karl's ejaculations across my face, chest and butt I wasn't about to let this go to waste, so I held him in my mouth as I squeezed his full balls, encouraging him to let go as I speeded up my sucking. Within a few quick moments his come was filling me, with three, then four, then five generous spurts of his liquid hitting the back of my throat and the roof of my mouth. He tasted tangy, salty, musky, sweet, all at the same time, and it wasn't unpleasant at all, as I licked him clean and swallowed his semen down.

I rested my head on his stomach, looking up, licking my lips.

"Good?" I asked, knowing instantly what a dumb question that was.

"More than" Tim replied. "More than." He pulled me up, surprising me by kissing me fully, the way most guys avoid after they've just spunked in their girlfriend's mouth, then setting me down again on my sleep mat. "My turn" he said, kissing me on the mouth, the neck, my breasts and my flat stomach. He arrived at the tip of my bikini, and lifted my hips as he removed my bikini bottom, leaving me naked in front of him.

"Wow, full shave" he noted with smile. It was rare back in the eighties, with most girls thinking it was a bit sluttish, a bit porn star. I'd decided a couple of years previously that being shaven was much more fun than having pubic hairs trapped in your pantie line in class, and my friends in my school year had, after the initial teasing, almost all played follow the leader, much to the delight of their respective partners.

He lay between my legs, lifting them over his shoulders and burying his face fully in my pussy with a big kiss, trying to fit it all in his mouth, tongue playing all up and down my slit. I held my legs above him as his arms came up so his hands could once more play with my breasts.

He kissed my slit, driving his tongue up my cunt before running it up and down my labia, then flicking it lightly across my clitoris before diving back down to play with the opening to my hole. As he'd done to my nipples, he'd occasionally grip my clitoris in his teeth before playing his tongue across it, and it was this strangely gentle, yet somehow aggressive play that set me loose as I cried out my pleasure to the afternoon sky.

"Oooooooh, TIM! Aaaaaaaah." My breath was short, as were my cries, as he expertly brought me to orgasm with his mouth and hands as I clamped him with my leg, trying to draw him deeper into my sex. "Oh wow!" I echoed, as I came down from the high.

Tim lifted himself up and drew up so our faces were level, and kissed me again. I could taste my own familiar musky scent on his lips and tongue.

"Ready?" he said, the subject of his question being made obvious by the feel of his, once more erect, penis at the opening to my well-lubricated vagina.

"Please Tim, put it in me" I replied, again using my legs as an urgent signal, clasped around his back to pull his cock into me.

He thrust, all at once, no finesse, to bury himself inside and set our pubic bones together, drawing a startled gasp from me as he filled my pussy with his hard, fat cock, then just as suddenly withdrew, leaving just his head inside me and an empty feeling up my tunnel.

He thrust again, more slowly as I buried my head in his neck, then set up a series of slow steady fully-in, almost out strokes, each time stretching my cunt and tweaking my G-spot with his cock. The ecstasy was total, only minutes in and I knew it was the best fuck I'd had ever. Tim's rhythm was everything, and he slowly speeded up his fucking, taking me along with him to another orgasm as his penis, a perfect fit in my limited experience, brought out the sexy woman within me.

I pressed gently against his chest. "I want to go on top" I whispered. "Let me fuck you back, please?"

Awkwardly we rolled, to retain his dick in me and waste none of the wonderful sensation, and eventually I was astride him, hands on his chest as his reached upward to once again cup my firm little titties as he thrust upward into me. I used my thigh muscles to pull myself upward, repeating the agony of leaving just his head inside me, before relaxing to engulf him once more inside me, savouring the rush as I set the pace, fast as he had, slowing down to a languid, sensual slow dance, before once more sprinting toward another climax. Tim's breathing became more rapid, and his hands squeezed my nipples harder as he met me thrust for thrust, before gasping as his cock disgorged another load of his cum inside my stretched cunt.

I collapsed on top of him, seeking his mouth and kissing him deeply, sharing the experience we'd just had as he slowly softened inside me. Rolling off, I lay beside him as he cradled me in his arms, and we both looked Westwards, across the sea, to the future.



To Be Frank Ch. 04



Usual disclaimer – I've tried to write a stand-alone story, but you'll benefit from reading the previous chapters. First-timers: Frank is a girl!

All characters are fictional, all comments are welcome.

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Early next morning I awoke with Tim behind me, his hardness pressed into my spine as he slowly woke, his unconscious male body recalling the previous evening's fucking.

I slipped away from him, and, pulling on my bikini to cover my little tits and shaven pussy, I left the tent with our water bottle to replenish our stock and have a morning cup of tea. It was a half-light moment, with the sun still to rise over the horizon, but leaking enough light to show me where to go.

Having put our aluminium can on the spirits stove we had, I figured I'd check on Paul & Vanessa, so started walking slowly over to the hillock on which they'd made their camp on the other side.

As I approached, I heard some very familiar noises – people fucking. Slowly, not thinking that I was doing anything at all wrong, I edged toward the skyline that would give me a view.

Right ahead of me, facing almost exactly where I was looking from, but oblivious to my presence, was Nessie, astride Paul, eyes closed, riding his cock. As she set the pace, her big breasts bouncing and her thigh muscles working hard, I could tell that I was watching an act of love, not lust. Nessie & Paul weren't just fucking, they were giving everything of themselves to each other. She looked divine, and as she bounced on and off Paul, so his cock was exposed and then consumed. From the angle I had, Paul looked much bigger and fatter than either Karl or Tim in the knob department.

As I watched, on my hands and knees, I realised Tim had crept up to join me, and was whispering in my ear:

"I want you, Frank. I really want you right now."

I was already aroused from watching Nessie and Paul, so the quick tug that removed my bikini bottoms was welcome. Tim's shorts and underwear hit the floor next to me almost instantly afterwards. As my pussy was well oiled from the images in front of me, it came as no surprise to me that Tim's hard cock was pressing at the entrance to my love tunnel as we watched Karl and Nessie screwing, and I knew that he'd slide inside me with no external lubrication.

Tim pulled at my bikini top, which landed next to the bottoms beside me, and he cupped one of my breasts as he pushed his cock deep inside me. I gasped at the pleasure of finding my pussy being suddenly filled by his hardness as he slipped all the way inside me, riding the wave of my lubrication. As I watched Nessie riding Paul, I found Tim's hard cock slamming in and out from behind in perfect harmony with their rhythm. Tim was timing the 'slap, slap, slap' of his fucking with exquisite perfection, exactly in line with Nessie, riding Paul's cock with the rhythm unfound outside couples with a regular habit of fucking each other.

As I was being well and truly screwed from behind, I managed to fix in my imagination the sight of Nessie, in wild abandon, enjoying her boyfriend's dick; her long brown hair flying over her head, her large breasts, flush with excitement, jiggling, her expression of total devotion, perhaps (or probably) to Paul's big dick inside her, all made a powerful image. This was the first time I'd ever seen anyone else fucking, apart from myself riding Karl in my bedroom mirror, and I found the whole experience highly erotic. Remembering the shower we'd had the previous morning, I found myself wondering, as Tim pistoned in and out of me, whether or not Nessie would respond to a girl-on-girl request. I figured that guys, with their porn resources, would have seen hundreds of women fucking, even if they had no interest themselves.

Within five minutes both Paul and Tim were cumming, Tim up my pussy and Paul inside Vanessa. I hadn't orgasmed as yet, but knew that the sight of Vanessa's perfect body, naked and satisfied, would live with me for a long time to come.

I nudged Tim from behind me, and we crept back toward our tent, my cunt dribbling his offering as I walked, naked and holding my skimpy clothing, behind him. As we got back to the tent I tapped his shoulder, forcing him to stop and turn, and then sank to my knees in front of him, taking his sticky dick in my mouth and licking it clean, tasting my love juice and his semen as I did so. Kissing it 'good-bye', I stood, and, matter-of-factly; said to Tim:

"Let's get this tent packed"

"Oh, Frank", Tim replied. "That was so good. I really enjoyed connecting with you so physically."

"Tim", I responded. "Don't mince your words! We just fucked, and, believe me, you fuck well, and I really enjoy the feeling of you inside me."

"Me too" he said. "I just hope that we can get together more often in the future."

In that moment he looked so forlorn, and I remembered that back in the real world I was just someone else's boyfriend, and he was some other guy who fancied me but couldn't publicly acknowledge it.

I hugged Tim close, knowing the love he felt for me, and whispered to him: "Tim, I care deeply for you, and I will do anything I can to make you care more deeply for me. Here and now, please accept what we have shared, and I too hope we can share again, but for the moment, can you just accept what we've got?"

Tim's urgent hug, holding me close and tight, told me all I needed to know.

The billycan was well and truly boiled, so we started over for our morning tea. Tim and I put on our tramping clothes quickly, grabbed a mug of tea, packed up our campsite and then walked back over to Nessie and Paul's site, acting for all the world as though we'd not been watching them fuck so deliciously half an hour previously.

We finished our trek quickly, the main part being downhill, and were back to Paul's car, via a considerate tractor driver with an empty trailer, a lot earlier than we expected.

Dumping everything in the car, we set out for home, Paul driving, Nessie next to him, and myself reclining on the back seat, my head in Tim's lap, because I could, my hand occasionally teasing him, tickling his balls, as we drove home.

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We arrived back home in mid-afternoon on the Sunday. On being dropped off I thanked Paul and Nessie for an enjoyable weekend (oh, how my eyes twinkled when I said that!), pulled Tim close to me and promised (ever so quietly) that we'd share more, soon.

Inside, I showered, trying to get my mind in order. Only a week ago I'd been the average teen, with one boyfriend, and one cock experience. Now, I'd been fucked by another, and had watched my two best friends fucking their brains out while my pussy had been stuffed full of cock from behind. While I couldn't help remembering Nessie's perfect female body, I also couldn't help thinking of Ann, whose ankle injury had given me the opportunity to go away for the weekend and get closer to Tim on a one-to-one level.

I had to remind myself that Tim's was only the second dick to get inside my pussy, that I'd been a good girl till now, and that I still had the chance to make everything right. Sadly, my subconscious was getting louder, telling me that although I'd only screwed Tim, I had been having impure thoughts about Nessie's body too, as well as Paul's incredibly large cock, and that fingering myself while thinking of my friends was not the behaviour of the girl I thought I was.

Every time my busy fingers manipulated my clit to an almost-orgasm under the showerspray, I recalled Ann instead of Nessie. As she lived just round the corner I figured I'd get dressed and go round to say hello, and keep her out of the misery and boredom usually associated with limb problems that keep people housebound and off the beaten track.

Dressing, I put on a matching black bra and knickers set, with tights, covering my body with a tiny miniskirt and oversize black shirt. A little make-up around the eyes and cheeks left me looking a couple of years older than I ought, and I left the house to go and see Ann, two streets over, and thank her indirectly for my weekend. Ann was an old friend, known throughout our close circle and within school as a girl liberal with her favours, who enjoyed sex as boys do, without caring about the reputation that girls got for doing the same. Her track record was impressive, and she was known for selecting her boyfriends, fucking them and spitting out the pieces – she controlled her men, and was respected for that – no one called her a slut; she was much more than that..

Arriving, I rang the bell, and Richard, Ann's twin brother, answered. He looked confused, but recovered quickly, to exclaim loudly (too loud in retrospect):

"Kate! Good to see you! How was your weekend! My parents are out – expect them later, can I get you anything to drink?"

I was a little confused over the enthusiastic welcome I had.

"Fine thanks, Richard." I replied. "I've come to have a chat with Ann, if that's OK?"

At that moment I saw my boyfriend Karl come down the stairs. He looked flushed, he looked dishevelled, and above all, he looked guilty.

"Kate" he muttered. "Gotta go – tea – late – homework"

I had no chance to respond as he let himself out of the front door. I looked again at Richard, whose expression was that of someone who wanted the floor to open and swallow him completely.

As Richard started to try and say something I turned my back on him, striding up the stairs, two-by–two. At Ann's room I didn't stop, opening the door to see inside.

Ann was lying on her bed, one knee up, clutching a sheet which covered her up to her chin, in a room which reeked of sex. I looked at her, seeing the fear in her oh-so-blue eyes and knowing my suspicions were correct. Karl had been less than faithful. I strode to the foot of the bed, clasped her sheet with a hand and jerked hard, pulling it off her and the bed, leaving her naked in front of me.

Defeated, Ann lay back, her long, blonde hair fanned on the pillow about her head. Smaller than myself, her firm little 34A tits thrust proudly upward, crowned by puffy pink nipples, whose inflammation showed that her pleasure had been recent. Looking down, her flat stomach led to a triangle of fine pubic hair, framing what I'm sure would have been a gaping cunt if her legs had not been clasped together.

The damning evidence that told me the whole story were the streaks of cum up her belly and across her tits.

Surprising myself, I leant forward and scooped some of the semen from Ann's stomach onto my fingers, then bringing them up to my mouth so that I could taste it properly.

"You just fucked Karl!" I whispered.

I sank to my knees next to Ann's bed, tears in my eyes. Ann, maybe predictably, burst into tears herself.

"I – I – I – I'm sorry Kate," she sniffed. She'd misinterpreted my tears a moment ago. 

I reached an arm under her, hugged and said "I'm not sorry, Ann. I've just found out my soon-to-be ex-boyfriend has been fucking behind my back, but I'm OK. That's the excuse I need to dump him." Ann was my friend, and she deserved to know. I nuzzled her, flicking my lips in quick little kisses across her brow and face to let her know I still loved her. As I did so, I became aware that, buck-naked, Ann was very attractive, and that her vulnerability right now might lead us both into something that might not otherwise happen. I found the thought of Ann and I making out highly erotic.

"You mean – you're not mad?" Ann asked.

"Ann, of course I'm mad. I just about caught you fucking my boyfriend, and that's not something I want to catch you at again! What I AM saying is that I'm glad I caught you at it." I reinforced my comment with more kisses on her cheeks, her eyes, her face. "I don't want to be going out with Karl, and you've just given me the best opportunity to get out."

Ann tried to reach her arms around me, to pull me closer but I pressed back against her clutch, holding myself away from her. "Uh-uh, Ann" I said. "Hold on, I don't want cum on my shirt."

I pulled back, quickly unfastening the top few buttons my shirt and pulling it over my head. Hesitating momentarily, I then reached back, undoing the clasp on my bra and taking that off too. I stepped out of my miniskirt and, half naked, I lay next to Ann on her bed. We gently put our arms around each other, and as she buried her head in my shoulder, our bodies came together.

I kissed the top of Ann's head, and slowly, so slowly, she tilted her head back until finally our mouths were just inches apart. As I looked, I saw her lips were parted and her cheeks flushed. I kissed her full on the lips.

Instantly she reacted, pulling me closer, opening her mouth fully and thrusting her tongue upward to explore me. Hesitantly, I reached up with my right hand, covering her left breast and squeezing slowly. As we kissed, I slowly massaged Karl's remaining spunk into her tit, and then brought my thumb and forefinger together round her nipple, squeezing hard. At the same time, her left hand moved downward to cup my sex over my tights, the warmth and dampness emanating from my pussy telling her how I was more excited than angry over her actions.

"Oh, Ann." I whispered. "You could get into so much trouble messing about the way you do."

"I know", she whispered back. "I just can't stop it – I love sex, I love having sex, I love giving other people that pleasure."

We lay gently together, her hand gripping and releasing my pussy as I rolled her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Eventually she kissed me again, harder, eyes closed, much more urgently, and pushed her hand down the front of my tights. I realised instantly that these were a barrier, and, breaking our contact for a moment, swiftly pulled them off so that I was as naked as she. I wanted Ann to make love to me more than anything else in the world, to share her love of sex and her love of other peoples' bodies.

Her hand came down to my pussy again, and she gently stroked my lips, using pressure to gradually insert her middle finger between my moist labia and play around both my clit and vagina. I reciprocated, moving my hand down from her breast, across her cum-covered stomach, and Ann responded by opening her legs for me to have easier access. My hand was covered with Karl's cum by now, and I massaged it into her well-used love canal, thrusting two fingers up her while my thumb played over her clitoris. For the first time I was making out with a girl, and I knew exactly what to do – I'd been doing it to myself for long enough, although there were now more permutations.

All the time our mouths were locked together, our breasts crushed as we hugged each other. As I hit a rhythm with Ann, she did the same to me, and within minutes we were moaning our pleasure to each other as orgasm hit, pussies clenching round each others' sticky fingers.

"You're lucky" I told Ann as we came down from our respective highs.

"How so?" she answered.

"Because you just got fucked this afternoon. I need cock." I was surprised at how easily the words came to my lips.

Ann smiled quizzically. "Keep a secret?" she asked.

"Depends." I said. "If it involves you fucking any more of my boyfriends then no!"

Ann frowned. "Don't be like that. I've got what you need – just wait here."

I was amazed as she left the bedroom, still naked, giving me a great view of her lovely slim butt on the way. In my innocence at the time I thought she'd gone for a banana, cucumber, dildo or hairbrush, and I was genuinely shocked when she reappeared with her brother Richard, towing him, naked too, by his erect penis.

"He says he'd love to help." said Ann.

Richard smiled. "I would!"

"Please". I couldn't believe that small voice was mine.

Despite being a twin, Ann and Richard were opposites. Where she was small, petite, lithe, blonde, he was tall, broad and dark-haired. Ann's long hair cascaded over her shoulders and, standing naked, she looked younger than her years, while Richard looked older. His erection stood around seven inches, circumcised and straight, and I knew it would do just fine.

Ann got back on the bed, sitting up at the headboard, and she cradled my head in her lap as she leant forward and massaged my tits.

I parted my legs as Richard got onto the bed, sitting up, his cock stiff and pointing straight into my cunt. He slowly shuffled up so we were close at the genital level, then ever so slowly fed his cock up me. It felt great. I'd never had this sort of joy, the closest being the vicarious pleasure I'd felt when watching Nessie and Paul earlier that day, and then being fucked by Tim – a whole new world of experience was opening up for me.

Richard began to thrust in and out of my sopping wet pussy, which opened greedily one moment, and closed behind his withdrawal the next, setting off a chain reaction of pleasure in my body. Coupled with Ann's attention to my breasts and nipples, I was in seventh heaven, being madly fucked by this brother / sister team.

Richard was good. He held a steady pace, slowly picking it up and taking me with him to orgasm, and I felt myself cum quickly, my vision blurring from the sensations as he continued to pound my pussy. I was weeping with the pleasure, and Richard was still hard, still fucking me, three orgasms and thirty minutes later.

Suddenly he pulled out of me, and dick swinging, stood up and walked to the head of the bed, where Ann greedily opened her mouth to accept him. One hand left my breast as she reached up and cupped his balls, head bobbing up and down as she swallowed his member. My right hand crept down to rub my clit, as my left reached up to massage Richard's balls, while Ann busied herself noisily sucking him off and wanking his shaft with her hand.

Quickly, with a grunt, Richard arched his back, holding Ann's head to his cock as he unloaded his spunk into her mouth. I could feel every contraction of his balls as she milked him. Ann then moved along the bed, leaning forward to kiss me, and before I knew what was happening, I had a mouthful of her brother's cum, straight from her to me. We kissed, swirling Richard's offering round our mouths before swallowing the shared gift. Ann went straight back to Richard's cock, evidently desperate to get him hard again to fuck him, but I suddenly realised that the light outside was getting less, and that I had to get back home.

I jumped up, and started dressing, panties, tights, skirt, bra, shirt and shoes, and then leant over to kiss both Ann and Richard.

"Thanks, thank you both." The words weren't adequate, the whole experience had been superlative, but I had to try. "Thanks for fucking my ex., Ann. Thanks for fucking me, Richard."

As I turned to leave, they were both smiling at me, and Ann, having hardened Richard again, was straddling him, directing him to the place he obviously knew best.

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Comments welcome! 



To Be Frank Ch. 05



Please feel free to read previous chapters – the following story will engage you much more if you do, although if you haven't the time, then this will stand alone as a good read, I hope.

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Inside, after getting home, I got on the phone to Karl. I didn't know what I was going to say, I only knew that I really didn't want to go out with him any more, and that now was the first chance I had to tell him so.

It rang.

"Karl speaking." came the voice.

Bingo! I was hoping it wasn't his mother or father.

"Karl, it's Kate. Don't hang up, we need to talk."

There was what sounded like a resigned pause, the pause of someone with no excuses. If only he knew what I'd been up to I'm sure it would have been different.

"Karl, I know you were fucking Ann this afternoon. Besides your guilty expression and the smell in her room, she was covered in your cum, and believe me, I know that taste."

I kicked myself at letting that little titbit slip, but Karl was so ready with his excuses he missed it completely.

"Kate, Kate, I can explain…. I just went round to say hi, and one thing led to another. She led me on. I couldn't help myself. It didn't mean anything..."

The words tumbled out, one after the other, none making sense. I was listening to the ravings of a totally guilty man, caught virtually in flagrente delecto.

"Shut up, Karl" I interrupted, with a quietness that I didn't know I had, my voice stopping him mid-track. "You betrayed me, I found out, and that is it. We're through. I'm going to tell my parents that you dumped me, and you'd better say the same, otherwise I will make damn sure that everyone knows I caught you fucking Ann, including your parents." I could make no greater threat to Karl, his parents being the roost-rulers they were, and both of us knew it.

There was another long pause.

"You're right. We're through."

I put the phone down without adding another word. My coming of age was truly happening, and I was losing my early teen link to my first boyfriend, the one who'd also, up until this last weekend, also been my only fuck. I felt no sorrow, just a numb emptiness that told me I'd been under his spell too long, and that I'd just made the best and biggest decision in my life.

I called Nessie, and explained what I'd seen, but not what I'd done or the secret I now shared with Ann and Richard, and then told her about my conversation with Karl afterward. As ever, she was totally supportive, the perfect girlfriend, backing me without questioning.

I left talking to Tim till school the next day, when I collared him in the library at a quiet study carroll near the back in the sixth form area, out of bounds to the juniors.

"Karl and I are through."

"You WHAT" Tim jerked his head up, the look in his eyes one of total astonishment. "Really?"

"No, I'm making it up. What do you think?" Teen sarcasm is the worst, I knew.

His expression was one of mingled hope, exhilaration, fear, love, expectation.

"Where does that leave us?" The trepidation was obvious. He must have thought I'd keep him on the secret side as I lived my life. I had to stop that.

"Tim, I am so in love with you. I'm really pleased Karl and I are finished. Last weekend meant a lot to me, and I want to see where we can go as a couple. Will that be okay with you?" I finished my sentence in my best little girl lost voice.

He reached up and hugged me to him, completely breaking the school's two-foot rule, brought in to keep randy teenagers off each other. Luckily there were no teachers around to see, so I leant in for the deep kiss his mouth was offering, our tongues meeting, and the resultant brain engagement releasing the hormones so closely associated with sex. I broke it off before my legs gave way.

"See you."

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+Just over a month later.+

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I'm in my bedroom, slightly tight, with a giggling Vanessa. Paul's parents are away, but they've told him it's okay to get some friends around for a hallowe'en party. Paul being Paul, he's decided it must be fancy dress. Nessie and I have been to the costume shop, and walked out with our costumes. Nessie has a Morticia outfit, all very goth, and very in keeping with her pale complexion, large chest and extraordinarily long legs. I've also gone for something suitable, and have an elf outfit, with feathered hat, green buttoned tunic, mini skirt, and matching tights I've bought to complete the ensemble.

We've made excuses to parents about stopping over, and Tim's also coming. I've been seeing him steadily for the last few weeks, and our relationship (and the love making) gets better every day.

My parents being out, we're trying these costumes on, matching our dress-up session with a quarter bottle of vodka Nessie has stolen from her father's cabinet. Both of us have stripped to our underwear and put costumes on, taking turns to admire ourselves and each other in my full-length dress mirror.

"It's no good, Nessie", I say. "this material's so thin you can't help but see the outlines."

With that I disrobed, the elf tunic and skirt hitting the floor, then I stood, wobbling with vodka effects, on each leg as I removed the tights, then my panties, then my bra. I finished my routine by putting the skirt and tunic back on and checking myself in the mirror once more. Besides the very obvious projection of my now unfettered nipples, the overall silhouette was much more pleasing.

"That's better" I said to myself, then started to take my costume off again, intending to dress back into my jeans and t-shirt.

As I finished removing what little I was wearing, I became aware of Nessie sat up on my bed, looking thoroughly surprised.

"What?"

"You're going to go…. just in your outers?" Nessie conveyed outrage, combined with an amused approval.

"Yes" I said. "Never liked tights – too sweaty, so if I leave my knickers at home at least my crotch might be able to breathe. Likewise, look at my tits. I don't need a bra when they're this size." I cupped myself as I said this, enhancing my small breasts by squeezing them together under my top.

Nessie stood up, next to me, looking over my shoulder at my nude reflection in the mirror. She reached behind herself and unzipped her full length 'Morticia' robe, letting it fall around her. She stood in her black underwear.

"I wish I had your breasts" She said. "They're so perfect. So petite, so young, so firm. They look great with your tanned body too."

I was surprised she'd even noticed my breasts next to her own and said so. "I wish I had yours, Nessie, they're great. Good size, sitting nicely, womanly and very adult compared to my small girl versions. Your pale skin sets off your green eyes and brown hair better too."

I felt I had to follow up her compliment further. "I wish I had your legs, Nessie. They're so long, so slender, so grown-up."

"I wish I had yours, Kate." Nessie stared down at my butt. "Your legs are just right. Mine feel too long, but yours are just right, and they lead up to that great little bum you have."

"Your bum's better." I replied. "Your butt's fuller, more rounded, nicer, and mine's just undeveloped. I can hardly keep my jeans up without a belt, my bum's so flat."

Nessie looked at me in the mirror, and I could see her gaze fall to my mound. "Your pussy is much nicer too," she said, quietly, almost whispering. "So flat, so hidden, so smooth."

I'd be the first person to admit that I don't have much of a mons, and that my labia are very straight and underdone, giving the effect that I have just a small slit between my legs. The way I keep it shaven adds to the effect, but that's what I like so that's what I do.

I turned to Nessie, and hiked her undies down so I could her pussy properly. "Yours is much more womanly," I said critically as I stared closely. You have good pubes, you have a good bump and great lips, from what I can see."

Nessie held my shoulders. "I just wish it was more like yours," she whispered.

I giggled. "Listen to us. We're both actually quite happy with the body God gave us, but both us want something else – each other's body." I realised as soon as I said it that the statement could be read two ways, and desperately trying to make it sound like an off-the-cuff comment added. "There's one way I can help."

"Help what?" Vanessa asked curiously.

"Make your pussy more like mine. Lie back on the bed – I'll be back in a minute."

I quickly pulled on my panties and t-shirt, just in case, and rushed out on my mission. On returning to Nessie I laid my tools out – a bowl of warm water, a damp face cloth, my razor and shave foam, a pair of nail scissors and a towel.

"Lie on the towel" I instructed, in a voice that brooked no dissent. Nessie obeyed automatically, her breasts swollen in her bra, but otherwise as naked as the day she was born. She parted her legs instinctively, as I picked up the scissors.

I knelt between her legs, working closely with the scissors, slowly snipping off Nessie's long pubic hair to reveal the treasure beneath. Nessie, not being able to see, lay back eyes closed, perhaps partly embarrassed at having her best friend perform such an intimate act upon her.

Eventually I'd taken her hair back, and I applied the shave cream, squirting it onto my fingers and spreading it around her pubic area, eliciting a gasp from helpless Nessie. Picking up my razor I started to shave off the remaining roots, clearing the blade in my water bowl. Each stroke removed the cream, slowly exposing her stubble-free pussy to my close gaze.

I used my free hand to keep her skin taut as I shaved her, slowly getting closer to her lips, until eventually I'd finished. I leant over, grabbed the face cloth and wiped her clean, removing all last traces of shave cream and finally exposing her perfect pussy. She had a pronounced mound, and her prominent labia creased the length of her now-damp slit, slightly parted and flushed with the excitement of the close attention I'd given her.

Nessie started to get up, but my hand on her stomach pushed her back onto the bed.

"One more thing." I said, firmly.

I got up and went to my chest of drawers, collecting my bottle of baby oil. I squeezed a little onto my fingers and went back to the bed, kneeling next to it so that my face was near hers. My hand went to her freshly exposed pussy, and I slowly rubbed the baby oil in.

"Just to prevent a shaving rash" I whispered. I massaged the oil in, using vertical strokes which took my fingers either side of her slit. 

"That tickles," Nessie giggled.

"Sorry." I quickly stopped, moving my hand every so slightly away from her hot cunt.

"Mmmmm. I didn't say stop!" Nessie murmured in my ear.

Looking at her, eyes closed, lips slightly parted, with an expression close to rapture, I figured it was a now or never moment.

My hand went back to delivering its ministrations. My middle finger delved between her folds, into her slit, and upward across her clitoris. The reaction was instant and immediate. Nessie's legs drew up and outward in an involuntary response to this stimulation, as her arms gripped the sheets and her head went back, exposing her long, slender neck and wide-open mouth.

I couldn't resist any longer. I covered her lips with my own, even as my middle finger sought her vagina. I kissed her, repeatedly, quickly. Little teasing kisses on the lip, mouth slightly open, testing, to see if I'd gauged things right, to see if I could get a response.

I did. Nessie started kissing me right back, one arm coming around my back to draw me closer to her. Our tongues met, crossed, circled and withdrew. She let out a ragged sigh as I introduced a second finger into her most intimate area, to join the first. At the same time my thumb started to massage her clit, to give her maximum pleasure. Her pussy was tight, feeling about as tight as mine did with two of my fingers inside, and I wondered how she managed with Paul's cock, whether it hurt, and (oh, how I wanted to know) what it might feel like inside me.

We continued French kissing, and Nessie's hand rubbed me slowly up and down my back through my t-shirt. Eventually I decided my knees had had enough of the floor, and I broke the kiss, withdrawing my hand. I gently removed her arm from round me, and pulled my t-shirt over my head, exposing once more my small breasts, little nipples pointing to the sky. Standing, I also took off my panties, so my straight slit was exposed too. Nudging her, I lay down on my bed next to her. My arm went round her back to remove her bra, the last article of clothing between us, and for the first time I got a close-up view of Nessie's tits. They were big, at least a 'D' cup, and her nipples were large, swollen now with lust, and surrounded by a pale pink aureole at least an inch across, easily twice as much as my acorn-brown ones. Even with their size, Nessie's taut teen body held them well, and there was little sag as she lay on her back, staring into my eyes.

We kissed again, an arm around each other, and each of us started tracing a path down the other's body. My hand went over her breasts, touching, kneading, tickling. I briefly tweaked her nipple, then, palm flat, continued my journey downward across the slight swell of her belly, and back to her freshly shaven snatch. Nessie spent much more time on my tits, tracing lazy circles round my budding nipples, then slowly compressing them between finger and thumb, releasing, and beginning the process again. As we kissed, I was in ecstasy.

I was more than ready when Nessie decided she'd paid enough attention to my breasts, and sighed deeply as she caressed me, rubbing my flat stomach and then – oh! finally! – reaching my pussy. My leg was raised, knee off the bed, with my foot drawn up to give Nessie easy access. She caressed my mound, cupping it and feeling my heat and dampness. As one finger traced the outline of my slit I moaned, wanting her to hear as well as feel my need.

Nessie took the hint. Her finger pushed lightly, parting my slit and putting her at the entrance to my tunnel. I was wet and willing, and my hand covered hers, guiding her questing finger inside me.

"Oh, God, that's good." I groaned.

I lowered my mouth onto hers once more, and we gently fingered each other as we kissed. My stance meant I was leaning into her, and our breasts were touching, conveniently enough at nipple level, which added a new dimension.

I thrust a second finger inside Nessie, and she responded in kind, adding to my pleasure.

Our hands quickened, instinct guiding us, thumbs on each other's love buttons as we fingered each other to an earthquake of a climax, sighing deeply as our mouths and tongues locked together, arms embracing, hugging and making one simultaneous orgasm out of our separate bodies.

"Oh, wow!" I breathed.

Nessie sighed. "Whew," she said. "I've never done anything like that before." She looked up into my eyes, reached forward and kissed me once more. "I'm glad it was you though."

I smiled back at her, looking into her eyes, then kissing her back. "That's what friends are for."

We hugged again.

"I saw you watching us." Nessie said into my shoulder, from our hug position. "Up in the mountains when I was fucking Paul. It was really erotic to think I'd turned you on, and then to see Tim come and take you from behind."

I was stunned. I'd thought Nessie hadn't been interested in anything other than the fat penis inside her. "I'm sorry." I whispered. "That was a really intimate moment. I didn't mean to pry."

"No problem," replied Nessie, hugging me closer. "I enjoyed the audience, and when I told Paul about it later he was just as excited." She giggled. "he screwed me so hard afterward he made me sore, and I've never had to swallow so much spunk."

A plan was beginning to form in my mind. I checked the time, and jumped up.

"Nessie, we've got to get moving. We need to shower and change for the party." Maybe we can continue this later." I looked down at her beautiful, naked body, and plunged on regardless. "With Tim and Paul."

Nessie smiled as her eyes took in my form. "That sounds like a great idea."

We showered together, lazily washing each other, and one thing led to another, with us both sharing another quick orgasm, lips locked together, legs trembling, in the bathroom.

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To Be Frank Ch. 06



As ever, best to start from chapter one, but this works almost as well as a stand-alone story. Feedback (and favourable votes!) welcome.

Vanessa and I finished dressing and did our make up. She was in her 'Morticia' outfit, all black, with totally over-the-top purple and black warpaint on her face, while I was in my green elf costume, a little blusher, light mascara and pastel eye shadow (hey, the eighties meant you HAD to!).

I'd told my parents I was staying with Vanessa, just not where. Hers were a little more liberal, and they knew she'd be spending the night at Paul's, her boyfriend and our party host. We'd arranged to meet the boys there at around 7.30, just before everyone else turned up.

Our cab came as we were hugging each other in the driveway at Nessie's house, and a short trip later, with the driver trying desperately to ogle us in the mirror all the way, we were at Paul's place. We paid the driver and set off up the short semi-circular drive, behind the wall that separated the house from the street. As we approached the door there was a rustle in the bushes behind us, and all of a sudden a balaclava-clad figure had leapt out in the dark, a black raincoat opening to expose a pair of briefs with a crude fig-leaf stitched to them. Nessie squealed in shock and grabbed me, but I knew the stance anywhere.

"Tim, stop fooling around you little pervert!" I said, giggling. "Trust you to think of a twist on Hallowe'en costumes!" Nessie relaxed and joined in the laughter as Tim accompanied us inside, an arm round each of us.

Inside we ditched our coats, and as Nessie went to find Paul in the kitchen I hung back, putting my arms around Tim and pulling him close.

"What do you think of the costume?" I asked, giving him a twirl and a cheeky lift of my skirt to show my pert body off.

"Good enough to rip off later!" Tim grinned, and reached out, pulling me to him so that I could feel the rapidly hardening cock under his coat.

We kissed, bodies pressed together, and as his hand quickly found its way under my tunic and onto my right tit, so mine reached inside his coat and squeezed his dick through his underwear.

"Mmm!" I murmured, my mouth half-full of Tim's tongue. "I'll have to do something about this iron rod later."

"Not now, Frank?" Tim replied, in a plaintive little voice, mock-pouting his lip at me as he rubbed himself against my hand while pinching my nipple. He used his pet name for me mercilessly, knowing how hard it was for me to resist

I couldn't fault his humour, and smiled back. "You're incorrigible!" I exclaimed, withdrawing my hand and making sure his manhood was safely ensconced in his briefs. "Let's go join Nessie and Paul."

In the kitchen, Nessie and Paul broke apart quickly as we entered, and the flush on Nessie's face said they'd been enjoying the same close action we had. Paul was in his Dracula suit, fake fangs at the ready, and he turned to stir what looked like a really evil punchbowl. There must have been cranberry in to disguise the alcohol, as it was very red, and very tasty. We chatted a while, letting the drink take us to the party plane and drop our barriers.

The other started to arrive. Paul had invited a fair few people around to share the evening's entertainment, and we greeted everyone as they got to the door (or in Tim's case, just before).

We started the evening's serious business of having fun, with Paul putting his compilation tapes through his parents' stereo. Beers were drunk and wine opened, a few cigarettes added to the atmosphere inside and we danced and partied, talked and laughed. Def Leppard segued easily into Black Sabbath, Free, Stevie Wonder, Wham!, Depeche Mode, Queen, Duran Duran and Spandau Ballet. The music went through the last ten years and back again, and Paul's choices were such that everyone knew at least half the words.

I found the punch had really hit the spot as I wandered around the living area, chatting to people, tipsy as I was. I saw the twins, Matthew and Daniel, dressed in identical mummy costumes (and wondered how much time it had taken to stitch the bandages to their shirts and trousers), caught up with friends Chris and Claire as Bonny and Clyde (she looked good enough to eat, and I think Chris thought the same!). I shared a cigarette with Jonathan, a particularly fetching goblin tonight, and smacked his hand as he tried to cop a feel of my arse, and danced with Kath and Jo, who'd come as nurses for some reason (and who'd probably get laid as a result - maybe they were smarter than I thought!).

Every now and again my path crossed with Tim's, inside now he wasn't needed to frighten the arrivals any more, and we'd snatch a quick kiss. The third time through he pulled me close, whispering in my ear.

"Hey, Frank. Karl's here, with Ann." I looked across to see the 'new' couple, sheets around them, pretending to be particularly poor ghosts.

I'd not told him about my experience with Ann, precipitated when I'd found out she'd been fucking my ex. "Mmm. No problem" I replied. "He won't be a bother."

It was much later in the evening, about midnight, when I found myself wandering to the upstairs toilet, desperate to relieve the pressure on my bladder. As I came out of the toilet, mission accomplished, I could here the sounds of someone seriously enjoying themselves in the spare bedroom next to the loo. Whoever it was had kept the light off, but hadn't shut the door properly.

As I tiptoed to the doorway I heard Karl's voice. "You're the best, Ann." I looked inside, to see his backside bouncing up and down, Ann's legs in the air and her arms spread, as she raised her butt to draw him deeper. Her almost subvocalised "Oh! Oh! Oh!" was just audible as she got her screwing for the night.

I started to feel a little guilty and was stepping away when I saw Karl's movement. As he'd done with me so many times, he pulled out, ejaculating across Ann's tiny tits as she tried to pull him to her mouth to at least taste his offering. I left, shaking my head. He'd not learnt a thing. When I got Tim to myself later, I thought, the one thing I wouldn't waste would be his cum.

Downstairs, I saw that most of the guests were leaving, or gone, and sought out Tim, finding him, still in his flasher's mac, in the back garden with Chris and Claire, sharing a roll-up cigarette of the faintly herbal variety. I shared the last few puffs with them as we chatted idly. Tim's arm stole around my shoulders, warming me in the chill air, and I put mine round his waist, hugging him closer.

Eventually we moved in, and Chris and Claire left, leaving us with only Paul and Nessie. We went round the house for about twenty minutes, bagging loose, empty bottles and cans, and generally making things a little easier for the morning tidy-up. As we finished, Paul went to the fridge and pulled out two bottles of champagne.

"Personal stash" he laughed, grabbing four glasses and pushing us upstairs in front of him toward his room.

Paul's room was on the scale of the rest of his parents' house – oversized. He had his double bed against one wall, a large three-seater sofa at right-angles on the next, his work desk, table, TV, stereo and shelving completed the layout. We seated ourselves, Paul and Nessie on the bed, Tim and I on the sofa, and Paul acted the role of the host, throwing us a spare duvet against the chill, turning the lights down, pouring drinks and putting another tape in his stereo. I grabbed the case to see what we were in for. Rather than the party music we'd had downstairs, this was much more laid back and intimate. Frankie Goes To Hollywood's 'Power Of Love' jostled with Spandau Ballet's Gold, and the Mash theme was pushed back by John Lennon's 'Imagine'.

We sat back with our glasses, relaxed in the low lamplight from Paul's small desk lamp, angled to the wall. Under the duvet, Tim and I soon lay down next to each other, and his hand quickly found its way under my tunic and back to the breast he'd spent time on earlier. I was all muzzy from the alcohol and smoking, inhibitions shot to bits, and I was happy to experience his sexual devotion. Looking across at Paul and Nessie, I saw they'd also disappeared under their duvet, and all I could see was their faces, lips locked together. I turned on the sofa so that I was on my back, with Tim on his side next to me, and he offered his mouth to mine as I hugged him.

"Kiss, Frank?" he murmured.

"Thought you'd never ask. I've been dying for this!" I whispered.

Our kiss seemed to last for ever, tongues entwined, lips locked, eyes closed, his hand on my breast, mine rubbing his back through the coat. Eventually I got exasperated, and slowly brought my hands up on his chest under the coat, pushing it off his shoulders.

Tim got the hint, and stealthily, using the sound of the music in the background, and trying not to disturb our hosts (fat chance!), he removed the coat, letting it fall to the floor by the couch. That impediment removed, we went back to our deep French kissing, and I hugged his naked back as he slowly undid the buttons down the front of my tunic. My top followed his coat to the floor, and we held each other close as my little titties were crushed against his chest. Eventually he leant back enough to get his hand back to them, and he wandered from one breast to the other, stroking ever so slowly, his hand stopping occasionally to squeeze a nipple, then continuing its onward journey. I was going crazy – I love my tits being played with, and my small brown nipples were as hard as bullets under Tim's caresses.

I stole another quick look at Paul and Nessie, and saw that Dracula's shirt, as well as Morticia's cloak, were on the floor. I fancied that I also heard the sound of Nessie's dress zip being tugged gently downward, Paul's arm under the duvet moving to trace the action as he got down and dirty with her.

I was dragged back to my situation as I felt Tim's hand start to draw small circles across my stomach. As with every teenage boy that's ever lived, this was the precursor to his getting below my waistline, and I knew he'd be struggling with the thin barrier my tights provided – for some reason boys never quite grasped tights properly, fumbling all around them trying to get them off. I took pity, and raised my hips to get my hands around the waistline and drag them down. They joined my top on the floor, and I quickly undid the zip on the skirt to pull that off to follow them.

Naked under the duvet, I spread my legs and lost myself in Tim's caresses. His hand quickly went to my slit, which was already damp with anticipation, and his thumb hit my clitoris as a finger traced the outline of my vagina before disappearing quickly inside, my gasp being muffled by his mouth on mine.

My hand went to his lap, and tugged insistently on his briefs. Together we managed to get them off, and I eagerly grasped his hard-on. His cock was warm, and felt longer and harder than ever. I wrapped my hand around his thick shaft and started to slowly, surely, masturbate him. I'd slide up and down the length, occasionally rubbing his helmet, which was slick with precum, then gripping him firmly for a few more strokes before repeating the process. He throbbed beneath my touch, and I sensed his excitement as clearly as if he'd shouted it to the world.

Looking stealthily across the room once more, I saw that the rest of Paul and Nessie's clothes were also on the floor, and they were enjoying the same heavy petting we were. As I looked, I saw Nessie roll over on top of Paul, and the quick adjustment under the duvet told me that she'd grasped his cock and put in inside her. I watched furtively as she rode him ever so slowly, trying not to make a sudden movement or noise that would break the spell between them and us.

Watching this, I knew that I had to have Tim, and soon. Leaning in to him, I had to put one foot on the floor to balance, as the sofa wasn't wide enough. I took a mouthful of champagne, and then managed to get my lips around his dick, licking his sticky end as I drowned it in the fizzy wine and then taking him into my mouth for a full-on blow job. His surprised gasp and sigh told me that I'd transported him to seventh heaven, and that if he died tonight, he'd be a happy man. Nessie and Paul were also getting more vocal, and I looked up, to see that Nessie had abandoned all pretence, and sat up as she rode Paul's cock, the duvet that had been covering them bunching across Paul's legs and her butt, exposing her incredible breasts, and also Paul's shaft as she rode up and down it's magnificent length.

I moved back up to Tim and kissed him once more, then, casting the duvet and all modesty aside, I rose, nude, turned and, as I faced Nessie and Paul, I grabbed Tim, positioned him at the entrance to my warm, wet tunnel, and sat back, letting him fill me with his big fat cock.

I had to gasp at the sudden internal invasion, which made Nessie look over her shoulder. We shared brief eye contact and a smile, before she bent over Paul and started to kiss him as she rose up and down on his cock, and I leant backward and to one side, letting Tim do all the work thrusting in and out of me, his hands grabbing my tits, as I lay back and turned my head to plant little kisses across his face as I played with my clit just above his thrusting penis.

The sounds and smell of sex were all through the room. Nessie's ragged breath, Paul's measured 'slap' as he and Nessie connected at each stroke, Tim's noisy blowing breathing as he thrust into me, and my own steady 'Uh! Uh! Uh!' as I was fucked all combined to make a highly erotic scene in the low light.

I sensed rather than felt Tim begin his journey to climax, and I saw that Paul had begun thrusting faster into Nessie too. I decided I wanted to taste Tim this time, and quickly jumped off him. His groan of deprivation was replaced by the sigh of pleasure as I took his cock in my mouth, still sticky and tasting of my own scent. Checking across the room I saw Nessie do the same, and wondered if she'd had the same dirty idea I'd just had.

His hardness filled my mouth, and I had to banish the empty feeling in my pussy with two of my fingers as I sucked him off, alternately wanking him and caressing his balls with my spare hand. Tim was thrusting in and out of my mouth, and only seconds later I felt his ejaculation rise in pulses through his shaft and into my mouth, hitting the roof and washing my tongue with his spunk, all at once salty, aspirin, aniseed and ouzo.

Paul's orgasm was seconds after, and he groaned as he unloaded into Nessie's waiting mouth. I'd held Tim's cum on my tongue, and remembering my earlier promise to Nessie to pick up where we'd left off that afternoon, I crawled across the floor to her, caressing her as she finished cleaning Paul's cock in her mouth and turned to me. She had got the same idea!

We kissed, a full French kiss, in front of our boyfriends, and, open-mouthed, we swapped their respective gifts. Paul's cum washed into my mouth as I transferred some of Tim's love deposit into Nessie's. Combined, I was surprised that I could feel and taste a difference. Paul's was thinner, and tasted a little spicier next to Tim's.

"Wow!" was all I heard from Tim and Paul, a stereo announcement from two young men who'd never seen anything like it, unless they'd been watching 'Debbie Does Dallas'. The live action always beats the film!

We swallowed, but couldn't break the kiss, oh so sexy, and much more delicate than kissing a guy. One hand holding her close as we knelt in front of each other, my other hand rose to cup one of her large breasts and play with the nipple. Nessie did the same, and we carried on snogging in front of the guys. My hand dropped to her freshly fucked cunt, delving between her newly shaven lips to find her clit, and Nessie followed suit, finding my button quickly in my open slit. Despite our extended foreplay and recent screwing, neither of us had orgasmed, and the knowledge of the woman's touch across each other's clit sent us over the edge as we hit the edge of reason together.

It was like a bomb going off inside me. Waves radiated through me from my pleasure button under Nessie's expert touch, and I temporarily lost all sight and sound as I was consumed from within. As my breathing slowed and vision returned, I became aware that there were two hard cocks between Nessie and myself. The guys had recovered, helped along by the show we'd put on.

Surprisingly, Nessie went for Tim's cock. I was never sure whether she did it on purpose, or whether she just took the first one she saw, but I was totally in the mood, and quickly took Paul's length into my mouth. I could still taste Nessie on him, an unthreatening, feminine musk, and I relished the feel of this new cock in my mouth.

One hand still in Vanessa's pussy, I reached up to cup Tim's balls as Nessie sucked him. In my mouth, Paul's cock was rigid, and I concentrated on trying to etch into my memory each ridge and contour of his large, circumcised penis. I had to have it inside me, and I had to get him to do this quick.

"Nessie" I asked, my words thick and unformed as his cock obstructed me, "do you mind if I borrowed Paul?"

"Only if I can get this inside me!" Nessie replied, holding Tim's cock as she carried on licking the head.

We slowly lay down in opposite directions, so that the boys were behind us, and I had an uninterrupted view of Nessie's cunt as she stared at mine. I felt Paul lay behind me, and saw Tim lie behind Nessie. Grabbing Tim's dick, I parted Nessie's pussy lips and aimed him in the direction of her vagina, as Paul's helmet found my entrance. Seconds later I was lost in orgasm again as his hard cock, the largest I'd taken inside me, filled me in a single thrust.

I could see Tim's glistening dick dive into Nessie, reappear and disappear as Paul did the same, setting up a steady fucking rhythm. Each stroke from Paul filled me like never before, touching deeper than I'd ever been touched, then withdrawing, and leaving me curiously empty, before returning to fill the void. Tim's fatter cock was doing the same to Nessie.

I found myself comparing. Where Tim was exquisite in his touch, using technique to tease me out, Paul was much more direct, relying on his length and shape to bring me off. It was as if Tim used his cock as a tool, while Paul used his as a weapon – brute force versus strategy, almost. Tim's lovemaking was much more tender, the kind a girl could drown in, while Paul was more direct, less controlled, but just as fulfilling in a different way, especially in a foursome where half the electricity was being provided by his partner and mine fucking inches away.

We rode each other's boyfriends for what seemed like hours, but was in all probability minutes, minutes well spent. One of my fingers strayed to Nessies' vagina lips and caressed her clit, and she returned the favour. I was in sensory overload. I'd given up trying to orgasm as I'd sensed that this fuck was one long sub-orgasmic experience that I'd not see the likes of for a long time again. My cunt was stretched and opened deep by Paul, I could see Tim's penis doing the same to Vanessa, and our fingers were busy helping each other along. True bliss.

"Ohmigod ohmigod ohmigod" was all I was capable of saying as Paul filled my passage. Over my voice, I could hear Nessie gasp "Yes, Yes, Yes" as Tim shagged her.

It must have been pure coincidence that, once more, the guys climaxed within seconds of each other. Paul's cock had, if it seemed possible, got even harder for the last moments, and he sped his strokes up before holding himself deep inside me and unleashing a torrent of sperm deep within, the pulsing of his cock felt through my pussy walls as he shot his load. My hand caressed Tim's balls as he went rigid inside Vanessa and I felt them twitch as he did the same to her.




To Be Frank Ch. 06



Immediately, I felt Vanessa push Tim from within her, and as she pushed Paul out from behind me, she rolled on top, so that her lips were straight over my face. She buried her head between my legs, and I felt her lips enclose my little slit, her tongue probing over my clit, between my legs, into my vagina as she collected her boyfriends cum. Tim's deposit was already leaking from her as I reached up with my head to kiss her cunt. Between her labia I could taste both she and he. Nessie's pussy musk and Tim's semen made a heady aroma between them, and I greedily licked up all traces of the deposit he'd made deep inside her, paying attention to her clit as best I could. It felt odd, but quite perfectly right, to be lapping up my boyfriend's semen from my girlfriend's hole as she did the same to me.

The tongue action we got going set us off once more, and, truly satiated, I collapsed as Nessie rolled off me. I found Tim next to me, holding me, hugging me, kissing me. He was spent as well, his dick a shadow of its former self.

"Oh guys, we can't do that too often." I said. "I'll die of lust!"

"That was truly great" was Tim's comment.

"Any time guys, I loved that", Nessie replied.

"Likewise Kate" Paul breathed.

Tim and I hit the spare bedroom for the remainder of the night, and I managed to tease another erection out of him, making him fuck my slick, spunk-lined pussy missionary style, real slow, as we kissed each other senseless.



To Be Frank Ch. 07



The usual disclaimer – this is (mainly!) fiction, the characters' names are disguised, and it's better to start reading about Frank at Chapter One. Thanks to all of you who've provided feedback and suggestions, all of which have been gratefully received, even if I've not replied personally (sorry!)

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Tim and I enjoyed many adventures over the next few months but all that came to a close very suddenly.

4 April will forever remain etched in my mind as the day I lost Tim forever. He was keen on flying, and his parents had bought him a pleasure trip in an old Tiger Moth biplane as a birthday gift, which he took on this day so many years ago.

The experienced pilot was showing off doing stunts, apparently, as he had done hundreds of times before to equally enthusiastic passengers. On this occasion though, some fault in the plane structure meant the wings folded up at about 3,000 feet, and the plane came straight down into a field. Unlike Hollywood, there was no explosion, but paradoxically the rescue crew had to dig the plane, and the body of my boyfriend, out from under the six feet of dirt they'd been buried under on impact. It had been instantaneous, I'd been assured, but all I could think of at the time was their last few seconds in that vertical dive watching the ground rush toward them.

I closed in on myself after that, didn't see anyone, wouldn't communicate, and kept myself to myself. I lost all appetite for life, and the only thing that kept me going was concentrating on my A level exams that June, the outcome of which, if I was successful, would get me out of the living hell that my hometown had become, with all of its' awful memories for me.

Unsurprisingly, having done nothing else but work and revise, I passed everything with more than flying colours, got a couple of school prizes into the bargain, and was duly accepted at UCL, London University, to study geography.

The university was woefully short of student hall lodging, and I failed to get in to one of the few halls they had, due to my slackness in sending off an application. My parents, extremely supportive through all my troubles, went the extra mile for me and bought a two-bedroom flat in Camden Town, North London, a short walk from the university campus, with the intention that I live there, and look for a lodger to help them pay the mortgage after I arrived.

The last week of September was the important one, and my parents loaded all of my stuff into their car and drove me down to London, against the traffic on a Friday afternoon. They helped install me in the flat, waited for me to make the statutory cup of tea to christen the place, then drove home, tearfully in my mother's case, leaving me with a couple of days to sort myself out before 'Fresher's Week' at college.

I sat down in my new flat, a quiet place in a side road just off Albert Road in Primrose Hill, an area destined to become spectacularly expensive, and which my father made a fortune speculating on. As with most first floor London flats of the type, there was a living room at the front, a kitchen behind, followed by a bathroom and small bedroom, with the main bedroom being up further stairs in the converted attic area.

I'd made a promise to myself, which I intended to keep, that I'd leave my past behind me in Walsall, and try to start living my life again at college, figuring that no one would want to hang out with a moper. As I sat in my lounge that first night, unpacking the records and tapes I'd bought down, listening to Bob Marley's 'legend' album on loop and demolishing a bottle of champagne, I made my plans for the coming year at college – get known, get around, get a course pass and get my life back.

The next week was a riot of new sensation as I enrolled officially at my department then spent the day wandering round the Fresher's Fair – a whole host of university societies out to sign up members to increase their student union grants, all promising fun, games, experience and (in all cases except the Christian Union) copious quantities of alcohol along the way. Of course, I had to join Geogsoc, and added a couple of other oddies to my collection, allowing me free access to their annual party, whenever it might be, and allowing me to make a few friends along the way – difficult if you're not in a student hall from day one, when people usually manage to get themselves organised.

At enrolment I found myself chatting to a few of my future classmates, getting to know them, their backgrounds, likes and dislikes, and (more importantly!) seeing whether or not I'd like to continue getting to know them.

I found myself gravitating to a couple students over the others, and also surprised myself laughing a few times, something I'd not done for some months.

Simon was a Bristol boy, very earnest in a cute sort of way, with a devastating smile and warped sense of humour, leaning heavily on Monty Python influences, coupled with other earlier stuff that I only knew because of my father's tastes, but which made me laugh and which I knew he appreciated I understood. "Bluebottle!"

Clarissa was half Chinese, but she'd lived in the UKsince she was a baby and she had a keen ear for my taste in music (indie, rock and reggae at that stage) and an infectious laugh that made you want to join in. My height and build, but with astounding good looks, she immediately made me feel comfortable in her presence, and we had a great day wandering around college, finding the classrooms, the toilets, Jeremy Bentham's stuffed corpse (don't ask) and the student union, with it's cheap bar, cheap cafeteria and graffiti-covered walls, legendary across London for some reason.

Looking back, I think both of them caught some of the edges of my mindset, and I theirs, and we subconsciously empathised, which is why we drew together. More later.

The climax of the week was the Fresher's Ball, which everyone went to, not just us new kids, and the party, with live bands, discos, magicians, acrobats and all was due to roll till 1am, with an all night film show in the theatre next door afterwards for those insomniacs who wanted back to back horror. I'd arranged to meet Clarissa, Simon and a few others from our course at the main bar at 8.00, and as we left our last class I set off wandering what I was going to wear. I was in a world of my own, half way up the road to Euston, when Simon caught up with me.

"Um, Kate", he started. "um. Sorry. Um. This isn't erm..."

I interrupted, spotting he was uncomfortable. "Simon – take your time. It's not going anywhere else."

He stopped, grinned that grin at me thankfully, took a breath and started again.

"I'd like to meet you in the union bar before the ball, Kate, and I'd love to buy you a drink if you'll meet me there."

"Are you trying to ask me for a date?" I asked, one eyebrow arched quizzically as I looked into his emerald eyes (and I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed those before!). I took him all in. About six feet, tousled brown hair that you sensed couldn't be styled by anyone as it had a life of its own, those eyes, that smile, a frame built about around 160lbs dressed in jeans, T-shirt, leather jacket and Doc Marten boots. "What the hell" I thought to myself. "I'm already comfortable with him; let's see where my new life takes me."

With a silent apology to Tim as Simon nodded hopefully I relaxed my face into a big smile.

"I'd love that, Simon. I really would. 7.30 OK?"

I hugged him quickly as he started to stutter his thanks, and we went on. Simon had got lodgings in the main hall for new students up in Camden, ten minutes walk up Kentish Town Road from my flat, so we shared a tube to Camden Town and parted company there, promising each other not to be late back at college that evening. I wasn't sure who was more nervous, me or him.

Back in my flat I quickly undressed and showered. One huge advantage of not living in halls was having the bathroom to myself, and my stuff was already all over it – all the usual girlie bits and pieces, a couple of candles, a radio (I hate being without music) and a set of plastic ducks to keep me company in the bath when I wanted to soak.

Showered, I wrapped a towel round myself and did my make-up. I'd decided tonight was going to be a bit of a goth night, so I overapplied everything, giving myself deep black mascara and eyeliner, a scarlet lipstick and silver crucifix earrings.

I dressed in black stockings, a black miniskirt, black lace bra, black shirt, and teased my blonde hair into something resembling a bird's nest before wrapping it in a multicoloured 'topless turban' scarf. Looking at myself in my bedroom mirror I was reasonably happy with the result – my legs carried the miniskirt well, while the shirt was filmy enough to offer some exposure of my upper body within and hint at my well shaped breasts and flat stomach.

Throwing all my essentials into a patent leather bag I set off back to college, and arrived bang on time at the union bar. Simon was already there, and (oh, miracle) he'd done his best impression of Robert Smith, my idol from The Cure, albeit slightly better looking in my opinion.

"Hey you."

"Hey you."

"Drink?"

"Bourbon and Coke, please."

"Bit early for the heavy stuff, isn't it?"

"No – this is my morning drink usually."

I cracked a smile so he knew I was joking, and, ice well and truly broken, we sat down at the quiet end of the bar for a drink before moving into college for the ball proper.

To this day I have no recollection of our conversation, other than that there was no awkward silence, no embarrassed pause and no false laughter to lift a bad moment.

We met the other at the main bar, and the night passed quickly as we wandered between the main venues on campus, from the main disco, through the band stage, in the cocktail lounge and all areas in between. Everywhere you looked there were young people having a good time, and the disease was infectious – there was no way anyone could not enjoy themselves. Tim and I gravitated to the garage, where the indie disco was in full swing and we danced the night away to Theatre Of Hate, Sisters Of Mercy, Killing Joke, the Sex Pistols, Shriekback and countless other favourites from the era. I made great friends with Andy the DJ by showing off my knowledge of the records he was playing, suggesting a few he'd not thought of playing and generally horsing around.

Before I knew it the lights were up and the bars were closed.

"Film show, Kate?" Simon asked me. He obviously didn't want the night to end either.

I shook my head. "No, not in the mood for horror, Si." I said. "How about you take me back to my place and I return the favour with coffee and a scotch?"

His face lit up. "Love to!"

We made our way out of campus, and back up the road we'd travelled earlier that day. Tonight though, instead of getting the long-closed tube, we walked, arm in arm, drunk on the atmosphere of the evening, and quite at ease.

As we passed Camden Town the heavens opened. One of those rare night-time dumps of rain in London where it appears a whole month of rain is being dropped in ten minutes. Shrieking with laughter, we ran the last few hundred metres to my front door, where, predictably, we got even further drenched while I searched for my key, then missed the keyhole five times before managing to get in.

We stumbled up the stairs, and I let us into my flat, where I guided him to the kitchen. I looked at Simon, shaking my head as I put the kettle on.

"We need to change. Give me a moment."

I rushed up the stairs to my bedroom and stripped off my clothes. My make up was history, and I quickly wiped my face and towelled my hair. I put on a little pair of cotton panties, a long plain blue cotton T-shirt and my terry dressing gown. I grabbed another towel, T-shirt and a pair of boxer shorts, my preferred sleeping wear, for Simon and went back down to the kitchen to find he'd managed to find my mugs, the coffee and the milk and was busy fixing a hot drink.

"Here – use the spare room and get changed" I threw the dry clothes at him and finished up making coffee. I dug out a couple of small tumblers and drew us each a generous measure of scotch off my medicinal bottle.

We ended up sitting side-by-side in the lounge, his clothes in the drier, Bob Marley still on the stereo, us sipping scotch and coffee, smoking Marlboro and chatting about our evening. As the scotch was emptied and replenished and our reserve dropped, we ended up getting into the 'deep and meaningful' part of the evening and were discussing the fate of the miners, the ignorance of Margaret Thatcher and the possibilities of getting a decent job armed with nothing but a geography degree (I remembered the graffiti next to the toilet roll dispenser at college - 'geography degree, please take one' it said). Simon suddenly blindsided me with a change in conversation direction.

"Did you have a boyfriend back home, Kate."

I couldn't help myself. All of a sudden I was sobbing hysterically into his shoulder, arms wrapped tight around him, as if to let him go would be to let go of my fragile life, as he tried to hold me, stroking my hair and whispering "shhhhhhhhhh" into my ear.

Slowly I came to my senses, and, haltingly, told him the tale of Tim and myself, culminating in the accident so fresh in my mind. There were tears in his eyes too as I finished, and he held me tighter against him.

Swallowing hard, I tried to move us past the barrier I'd suddenly created, desperate to make things better and to go forward.

"What about you? Girlfriend?" I asked.

His face was expressionless as he looked into my eyes. "I did have."

"She was called Joanna. We'd been going out together for a while, and before I left for London we swore we'd never be apart."

"We were both virgins," he continued "and one night, at her place while her parents were out, we tried to correct that. We'd been fooling around, and were in her bed, and we both decided that was the moment. I got on top of her, and after a bit of trial and error, found my way in and we started to screw."

"Moments later though, she's shaking her head, saying 'no, no' like it's all some big mistake, and pushing me off her. I'm left standing there in my altogether while she's acting like I've just raped her and saying she never wants to see me again. I swear, Kate, we were both keen, then suddenly...."

He shook his head, looking both hurt and confused. I realised then that we'd hit it off together due to our unresolved issues, and that something, fate maybe, had drawn us together to get over it.

I turned my mouth up to kiss Simon's chin, unexpectedly for him, but not so that he didn't try to respond. I used my free hand to put my fingers on his lips.

"I'm so sorry, Simon. You deserve better than that. You really do." We held each other tightly for a long time, words no longer necessary between us, two young people wounded so deeply, so recently in love, for different reasons, but with the same miserable outcome.

I moved my hand and tilted my head up, lips slightly parted. He took the hint, and the next moment we were French kissing passionately, my tongue dancing around his, he running his tongue over my teeth and then me responding. I'd not felt remotely like sex since Tim, but the timing was absolutely right, I felt, to change that.

I broke the kiss. "Simon, I promise to you that not all girls are like Joanna."

I pulled him down the couch onto me, so we were horizontal, me on my back and he on his side to my right as we carried on kissing. Hesitantly, slowly, his hand came up the front of my dressing gown and cupped my left breast through it, squeezing gently, kneading and stroking through the material.

I pulled his head closer, kissed him deeper, as a non-verbal signal that everything was OK, and started stroking his back through the T-shirt he was wearing. Tim's hand crept inside my dressing gown to cover my small breast through only my nightshirt. The increase in sensation was wonderful, and I felt my little nipples responding, growing longer and hardening beneath his teasing fingers.

I gasped at the feelings flooding through me. For the first time in months, I felt my pussy moistening, my desire growing and my resistance melting to nothing as I lost myself in Simon's kisses and caresses.

Almost as one we broke off the kiss, my hands grabbing the hem of his T-shirt to pull it over his head, he going to my dressing gown cord to untie it and open my front to a closer examination. I pulled my nightshirt over my head, exposing my acorn-nippled B-cup breasts to him and we closed the gap once more, naked skin to naked skin, in just undies, and I felt the warmth as his well-toned chest crushed my titties to him while we kissed once more, hugging and holding.

This kiss seemed to last all night. I don't remember coming up for air, just the rush of sexual intensity as we Frenched.

His hand came back to my breast again, finger and thumb searching for, and finding, my nipple, gently rolling over it, holding, squeezing, then circling round it, spiralling out over my breast to the crease with my chest, then back to my nipple. Over and over, as we kissed.

Eventually he moved South, tracing lazy circles over my stomach, teasing me by missing my mound as he took a detour up and down my upper thighs, then cupping my mound through the cotton of my knickers.

"Ahhhhhh that's good" I moaned as I broke the kiss again. "Let's take this to the bedroom can we – it's got better prospects."

We pushed each other upright, reluctantly, stopping at the vertical to kiss once more, and I noticed the hardness of his penis pressing into my stomach through the boxers he was wearing.

I led Simon up the stairs to my bedroom, the big double bed and duvet looking much more inviting than it did when I was just going to sleep in it.

I lit a couple of candles, and sat on the edge of my bed, stopping him in front of me, and with a smooth tug, pulled his boxers down to his ankles, allowing his erect dick to spring out in front of my face. He was uncircumcised, about seven inches, a good thickness, and very, very hard.

Putting my hands on his buttocks I pulled him toward me, and opened my mouth to take him into me. I kissed his helmet, then tickled him with my tongue before grabbing his shaft with one hand as I opened my mouth fully to go down on him.

My other hand grabbed his balls as I sucked on him, juggling them softly, holding, weighing them, squeezing lightly then releasing. I kept up my rhythm with my mouth at his head as my hand wanked his shaft gently.

Simon put his hands to the side of my head.

"Oh, that's good, Kate. So good." He began to work with me, thrusting his penis in and out of my mouth as my hands got to work properly on his cock and balls.

Every now and again I'd let his knob out of my mouth to run my tongue up and down the underside, and occasionally take his balls into my mouth before returning to his head. The variation helped keep him off balance and on the edge.

All too soon he was warning me "I'm going to come if you keep that up." I ignored his warning, and I sped up, my head bobbing up and down him until I felt his balls tighten in my hand as he unleashed his love offering onto my tongue and into the back of my mouth. I felt the hard spurts of his male essence, that familiar salt-aspirin-sugar tang with that unique stamp that set it apart from anyone else's. Spunk tastes different from every cock, I now know. Simon's tasted good as I swallowed it.

As soon as I'd cleaned every last drop from him, Simon released my head, allowing me to lie back on my bed as he lay next to me. He turned his attention straight to my breasts.

"I love your breasts, Kate." He moaned. They are so perfect." As if to emphasise his comments he kissed each nipple, repeatedly, running his tongue around each one then tugging it with his teeth nibbling gently before releasing them. My tits are sensitive at the best of times, but this time round it seemed as though they'd acquired a new sensitivity, stronger feeling and he'd opened a window into my heart as he caressed them with his mouth.




To Be Frank Ch. 07



He carried on down my body, punctuating his kisses with commentary.

"Mmm."

"Lovely ribs"

"I love this stomach"

His hands preceded his mouth to my pussy, pulling my panties down and off as he repositioned himself between my legs directly in front of my shaven slit.

"What a gorgeous pussy!" he exclaimed as he hoisted my legs over his shoulders. Next moment his lips were at mine, his tongue probing between my wet labia to uncover the treasure beneath. He tracked up from my hole until his tongue found my clitoris, which he lightly flicked with his tongue, then kissed, then caressed. I was damp, I knew, and my clit was swollen with pleasure. He opened his mouth as if trying to devour my entire cunt, his tongue bathing the whole area before he gently came back to my clit. Damn, this guy really knew how to please a girl, and I was impressed with the technique.

As a hand came up and two fingers probed to find my opening and begin exploring I finally lost control, wave after wave of pleasure enveloping me, stars in my eyes, head spinning and light, butterflies in my stomach and pins and needles all over. I orgasmed hard, my thighs clenching his head as he continued to tongue my clit to prolong my pleasure.

I came back to earth as Simon move up above me, his prick erect again and poised at the entrance to my vagina.

"Are you sure, Kate?" he asked.

I looked into his deep emerald eyes.

"More than sure, Simon." I begged him "please, put it in me." I reached between us to grasp his shaft and guide it into my wet and willing hole, which greedily swallowed him to the hilt in one thrust. I gasped aloud as he filled me, groaning. "Ohhhh, it's been too long. Ohhh that's good."

Simon was resting his upper body on his elbows, supporting his weight as he pushed into me. He leant down and kissed me as he rested inside me, his cock still, and I could feel the pulse in him as my pussy gripped him firmly. I'd forgotten that he'd not got further than this before, so I gently set up a thrust as I moved my hips to accommodate his cock, then expel it a little, and draw him inside again.

Slowly, Simon started to respond, a little unsteadily at first, then with increasing confidence as he got used to the feeling, the motion, the natural beauty of making love.

He felt great inside my love tunnel, his cock thrusting in and out to our mutual timing, his balls slapping against me as we fucked, and my hands gripped his back, my nails digging in as I wept with the joy of the sex act we were making together. He started to quicken up the pace as he felt his orgasm near, and I whispered to him.

"Come inside me, I want to feel you come."

Frantic now, his thrusts grew more urgent until he stopped dead and ejaculated in me, his semen jetting deep inside my cunt as my legs clasped him and drew him in as deep as possible.

Slowly he softened inside me as we kissed deeply.

"You'll stay the night?" I asked.

He smiled at me. "Wouldn't move for all the tea in China, Kate." We lay next to each other cuddling, holding each other, still kissing.

In the background, downstairs and forgotten till now, Bob Marley looped.

"Is this love is this love is this love is this love that I'm feeling"...

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To Be Frank Ch. 08



Again, a stand-alone tale, but please read the preceding chapters to get a feel for 'Frank' and her life.

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I surfaced from sleep early, around nine that Saturday morning. I was lying in my bed, in my flat, but, unusually, uniquely here, there was a body behind me.

I knew it was a male because I could feel the 'morning wood' pressing into my back as he lay behind me. Slowly I recollected my thoughts and rediscovered my memory of the previous night.

I'd been to the college 'Freshers' Ball', on a date with Simon, and brought him home. I remembered sucking him off, then getting a really good shag before we both fell asleep in my bed.

I noted a change in the breathing behind me.

"Hey, sleepy!" I whispered. "How's the head?"

"Pretty good!" came the reply. "Your scotch was good enough not to worry the brain cells, and I think I recall some pretty heavy petting going on!"

"Heavy petting? If that's all you think it was I wasn't on form!"

"Joking!" came the whisper behind me. "Mmmmm."

The 'mmmm' accompanied a shift in Simon's position, to allow his hard-on to lay snug against the small of my back, not digging in as much.

I giggled. "Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just pleased to see me?"

"No pockets in my birthday suit" came the reply, as Simon's hand travelled up from across my stomach to caress one of my (to me) small 34B tits.

"Ooooh, what a nice way to wake up." I was almost purring in delight. Simon's very adept hands kept rolling across my breast, cupping, stroking, squeezing, while his fingers alternately caressed and squeezed my super-sensitive little brown nipples. He started to thrust his hips, pushing his erection up and down my back.

"That's so nice, Si." I said "You can keep that up all morning if you like."

"I would" he replied. "but I'm actually really hungry. Sorry" I could imagine the moue made by his lips and the careless shrug of the shoulders that I felt behind me. Thinking about it, I was hungry too.

"You got any plans for today?" I asked.

"Just an essay. Nothing I wouldn't put off to spend more time with you!" Simon responded.

I threw off the duvet and stood up, stark bullock naked, stretching.

"Now that's a sight for sore eyes" was the remark from the bed. Simon was staring at my nude form, appreciation mixed with lust in his eyes. Having thrown the covers off I could see the hard shaft that had satisfied me the night before sticking almost upright as he lay on the mattress.

I threw him my dressing gown, while I grabbed one of my round-the-house shirts, an old work shirt which my father had generously donated to me. Nothing kinky, but what girl doesn't love her father? Even after a fair few washes it still, somehow, had his scent on it, making me feel warm, comfortable, secure and a thousand other nice things all at once.

We went down the stairs and into my kitchen, where I found some breakfast stuff.

"cereal or toast?" I asked.

"Toast."

"Good. There's only enough cereal for one!" I smiled as I stood up from the cupboard, catching Simon checking out my bum, covered only just in the shirt I had on.

I boiled the kettle for coffee, managed to not burn Simon's toast, dug out the butter and some runny honey, and fixed a bowl of cereal. I stood next to Simon, munching cornflakes while leaning on him, as one of his hands caressed my side and the other held the toast.

He finished quickly. "Gourmet breakfast, Kate" he managed, his mouth still half-full of bread. "But I hear the better hotels put on a dessert menu at breakfast!"

"I see." I said. "I'll just have to check with the maitre'd". I'd just had a naughty thought, and figured I'd go along for the ride (so to speak).

I went to my fridge and found what I'd hoped was there, the last pot of strawberry yoghurt. Picking it up I went to my cutlery draw, opened it, pretended to look, then slammed it shut before Simon could so.

"Oh no" I said, in my little girl lost voice. "No spoons. What can I do?"

I went up to Simon, gave him a quick kiss, then pulled the dressing gown cords so that he was frontally naked. Kneeling down, I ripped the top off the yoghurt pot and quickly put it up to his semi-hard penis, dipping the end in the sweet mixture. I held his cock and quickly kissed it, opening my mouth to run my tongue around the head and slurp up the yoghurt I'd deposited there.

"Mmmm! Breakfast dessert, I think." I said.

Again, I dipped his rapidly hardening dick and dipped it into the yoghurt pot, more this time as I made room for it. This time I took his whole cock head into my mouth, sucking hard while tasting the heady mix of strawberry yoghurt mixed with a little precum from his manhood.

"Ohhh" Was the only noise I heard.

By the time I finished that mouthful Simon was fully hard, and I was reduced to tipping the yoghurt over his hard cock, as there was no way I could bend it to fit it in the little pot I had. His seven inches was hot and very hard, and I was able to go down on him properly, using my whole mouth as my spare hand caressed his balls.

"Oh, wow!"

Almost finished, I put the pot round the end of his cock, swirling it so that his shaft held the remains from the sides of the container, then went back to work, making sure has was fully hard.

"Arrrgh. So good!" came the response. "Stop, or I'll come too soon." I was pleasantly surprised to hear that statement of consideration, as (I know now) so many boys would have just held on and let their nuts explode down your throat.

I stood up in front of Simon and his hands went straight to the buttons on my shirt, opening it all down the front then pushing it off my shoulder so that I was again naked in front of him. He shrugged his dressing gown off onto the floor and we both stood as nature intended, my hard, pointed nipples and his erect penis stating our unfulfilled desire.

"My turn for dessert" he said. He took my shoulders and pushed me round till my bum was against the kitchen table. Picking up my honey jar he held it over my tits, dribbling the clear brown sweet confection over them, some escaping to run between, down my chest and over my flat stomach.

Bending down, Simon started to lick my front, either side, then on my breasts, centreing slowly to my nipples. My nipples are very sensitive, and this attention had me half way to orgasm in a minute.

"Ohhhh!' I moaned. "Simon, don't stop. That feels so good."

He paused in his oral ministrations. "No way am I stopping. You're too sweet!"

His attention was perfect. He treated both breasts equally, and the one that didn't have his tongue all over it was treated to a gentle caress from one hand, the other rubbing up and down my back.

As he finished the honey on my front he gently pushed me back so that I was lying on the table. I thought then that I'd finally get to feel him inside me one more time, but I was in for another treat. Grabbing the honey, Simon poured more over my clit, the excess dribbling over my shaven twat.

Separating my legs, Simon knelt between my thighs and buried his face in my snatch. His dextrous tongue reached in between my lips and up my cunt, then withdrew, angling upward to caress my clitoris and send me over the edge. It was an orgasm I wasn't expecting, but the sudden release was both welcome and invigorating.

"Aaaaaaaaaaah" I moaned as my legs clamped around his head. "Don't.... Don't stop." My hands clamped round the bevelled edge of the table, holding me in place as I held Simon, the waves of pleasure overcoming my normal control.

He continued to lap away between my thighs till I'd calmed down, then stood, hoisting my legs over his shoulders and presenting his hard cock at the entrance to my cunt. He rubbed it slowly up and down my slit until I was whispering, begging him:

"Put it in me, please." Déjà vu, all of a sudden, as I remembered saying the same thing the night before, and the pleasure that had followed led to another rush of moisture within my centre.

I had no control over what happened, as my legs were over Simon's shoulders, and he was standing over me. He teased me rotten, slowly putting the head of his penis in, then withdrawing, only to go a half inch deeper, withdrawing, and repeating the process. I was whimpering with frustration by the time his whole seven inches was inside me, filling and stretching my love tunnel as he started to fuck me, slowly. I couldn't help but marvel at his technique. Even though his was only the third cock I'd had, and mine the first real pussy he'd fucked I could tell he was a natural. Instead of giving me a straight in-and-out shag, his cock did figure-eights inside me as his hips rotated, stretching my walls and rubbing past my g-spot.

Simon was teasing me, withdrawing and plunging in, then withdrawing again, when he lost his control and pulled out completely. I was lost in the joy of the sexual sensation, and it was all I could do to mewl plaintively as he tried to find the entrance to my vagina once more. It was then that I felt his penis dip, and then all of a sudden it was at my bumhole.

His head, slick with the juice from my pussy, went straight in. I'd never had a cock up my bum before, but with my legs over Simon's shoulders and him towering over my reclining form, I wasn't in a position to argue. I tried to relax, while delicately pointing out to him his mistake, as I wasn't sure that anal was what he intended.

"Ummm, that's my arse, but that's okay if..." was all I managed to stutter as he stretched my behind.

Simon's response was to press harder, burying his shaft up my butt and setting up a quick in-out rhythm with none of his former finesse.

"Oh God! You're tight, Kate." He muttered. "I can't hang on much longer!"

Faster and faster he fucked my bum until all of a sudden he stopped, rigid, over me and I felt the pulse of his ejaculate entering my bowels. He slumped forward as much as my legs would allow, his mouth open and eyes wide as he absorbed what we'd just done.

"Wow! I never thought I'd like anal sex." He said.

"Me either" I replied. I shrugged my shoulders beneath him and smiled at his expression. "First time for me too."

He softened and withdrew quite quickly, then untangled his shoulders and my legs, allowing me to sit up and snog him as his cum dribbled slowly out of my butt onto the table beneath me.

"That was incredible" I said as our lips parted. "You really are good at sex."

I could tell I'd really delivered a compliment. All boys are the same in that regard – they stand two inches taller and look really smug!

"You think?" he replied. "I'm just, uh, going with the flow, so to speak."

We kissed, my little breasts crushed against his chest, neither of us wanting to break the moment or the mood as we came down from the high of our sexual encounter. 

I nuzzled into Simon's neck.

"Simon?"

Yes?" Quiet reply.

"I think I really fancy you!"

"Good, same here." Happiness, tinged with lust.

"Only..."

"Only what?" Not suspicion, just questioning.

"I don't want a boyfriend at the moment."

"Me neither." Humour!

"You know what I mean?"

"Yes. Exactly. We're young, we're fresh in town, we're new, we've both got a lot to learn and a lot of people to learn about." Understanding, and practicality.

"Sort of. I don't want you to think I'm trying to give you the brush-off though"

"Never crossed my mind." Wry amusement – I may have underestimated his sense of humour!

"I really enjoyed having sex with you, and I was really glad you stayed last night to keep me company. I mean, what I'm trying to say is I'd love to do this again, and often, but without the strings?"

"Fine by me. What red-blooded male wouldn't want to be able to sleep with a girl as beautiful and fuckable as you and have no ties?" I definitely underestimated him!

I hugged Simon closer and the hug turned into another long French kiss.

Eventually, the sticky feeling I had between my legs and beneath me became a little cool and uncomfortable.

"Shower time" I said. I really needed to clean up a little. "Join me to save water?"

I pushed Simon away as I stood up, then grabbed his hand to follow me to the bathroom.

I turned the shower on, and waited a moment for it to warm up as I fell into Simon's arms again. I was insatiable. I couldn't get enough of this young guy with his tousled brown hair, emerald eyes and superb dick. We French kissed again, lips locked and tongues entwined, and almost tumbled into the shower together.

We stood under the powerhead water spray and shared the shower gel as we soaped each other up and rinsed off. Simon paid special attention to my titties while I rubbed my hands over his chest far more than was necessary to remove the soap foam. We washed each other's genitalia gently, caressing and rubbing a little as we were necking. He pushed one, then two fingers between my wet lips and up my pussy as I tried to get the fingers of one hand round his cock, slowly pumping as I masturbated him.

I felt Simon's manhood pressing against me as he turned me round to wash my back. I balanced with both hands flat on the shower wall and he washed my back and bum, and I felt his hard cock against me once more.

"Oh, that feels like it needs a home" I said, looking down over my shoulder at the erect cock nudging me. Simon pressed a quick kiss against my lips. "I think you can help with that!"

I parted my legs and braced myself as his cock parted my labia and found its way into my vagina and the centre of my being once more.

This was a much faster fuck, with Simon's cock pistoning in and out, faster and faster as he picked my urgency, his balls slapping against my thighs. The feeling was amazing as he stretched my slick pussy walls, lifting my feet almost from the floor of shower with the power of his thrusts inside me, water spraying everywhere as we shagged in our frenzy.

One of Simon's hands remained locked around my midriff, holding me tight to him as he fucked me, while the other stole upwards to crush my left tit in its grasp, his finger thumb roughly grabbing and squeezing my nipple. This was rough sex, and I loved it! Only Karl had ever got this tough with me, and with him it had always been one-way traffic, sex because he needed release, not me, and I'd always ended up unfulfilled, with his cum slipping off my back as he stepped out of the shower after shooting his load on me, marking me as his. Simon was different, as the urgency and need was mutual.

I was carried away, catching the wave of ecstasy that washed over me and riding it as far as I dared. I heard myself wailing as the orgasm swept over me, and I was only semiconscious as Simon held me up and pumped into me one last time, bellowing as he unloaded his balls once more, shooting his seed up high into my love tunnel.

We slowly calmed down, and ended up yelping and jumping out of the shower as the hot water ran out – our fucking must have lasted longer than the frenzied five or so minutes it seemed like.

I grabbed Simon's clothes from the drier where I'd left them the night before, and amidst a hundred more little kisses we dressed, he in his clothes and me once more in just my oversize shirt. I was totally sexed out, my poor labia swollen and red, my cunt just a little sore from the fucking I'd received from Simon.

I kissed him out of the door and went straight back to bed, shattered, exhausted, and exhilarated. 



To Be Frank Ch. 09



As ever, this work may be stand-alone, but it's best read with the rest for the full picture. Please feel free to vote and give me feedback, all of which is welcome.

"Hey, Kate. How about coming back home with me next weekend, see my town, meet my folks?"

We were in the main college cafeteria, grabbing a coffee and sandwich between lectures. I'd been sort of dating Simon at college in London for a while, and here he was asking if I'd like to go see Weston-Super-Mare with him and meet his parents.

"See your olds, Simon? Are you trying to tell them you're respectable?" I replied.

"Well, no." He responded, that now-familiar twinkle in his emerald eyes. "If I wanted to look respectable I'd take someone else!"

I threw my plastic drink stirrer at him, watching him duck to miss it and almost ending up wearing his coffee. I weighed up the pros and cons. A weekend out of London would be nice. It meant I wouldn't have to go home to any painful memories and I'd never been to Weston-Super-Mare, although what I knew about the place didn't inspire me. The bonus was that it was Guy Fawkes' weekend so we could take in a good fireworks display, always a plus to people like me, young, fond of bright colours, loud noises and a good night out.

"Simon, I think I'd really enjoy seeing your town and meeting your family. My only pre-requisite is that you come up and see mine some time."

"Done."

Just like that my fate was sealed. I realised then that although I'd been fucking Simon for a few weeks, I'd never asked him about his family, his siblings, or anything to do with his life before college. I'd only opened up once, when he'd surprised me with a penetrating question that I couldn't deflect. I promised myself that I'd ask more questions in future before agreeing to insane weekends away.

I let Simon book the coach tickets back to his place. Unlike most English towns, Weston (as the locals called it for short) had the advantage of an alternative to the overcrowded and unreliable National Express coach service, and Simon got us two seats on the Bakers express. No stops, under three hours, hostess service and clean, comfy seats, he said.

We ducked out of classes early that Friday and went back to our places to pack. I put my glad rags and some cold clothes (English Autumns are not warm) in a bag, and dressed in a jacket, shirt, long skirt and stockings. Simon, all jeans and woollen jumper, met me at my flat and we took the tube together to Gloucester Road, where the coach park was. I was surprised at his being laid back about our timing, but he explained on the way.

"Bakers always overbook, and more people turn up than they normally want. As they're expanding, they've always got two coaches on this run, and the first one leaves a little early, when it fills up, and the overflow get the second coach."

He was right. At the coach park we were two of only five people left waiting, and in front of us was an almost-new double-decker coach. Our driver took our bags and the stewardess, a sweet young strawberry-blonde girl who looked barely old enough to drive herself, checked tickets and told us, rather obviously, that we could sit anywhere we liked.

Our travelling partners, an older couple and a middle-aged man, all chose to sit downstairs, and we had the luxury of the top deck of a 70-seater coach to ourselves. As we reached the top of the stairs, I grabbed Simon's shirt, holding him back as I squeezed past him in the narrow aisle. "Back seat. Last one there's a loser!" 

Shrieking with laughter I ran ahead and sat in the middle of the back row. Simon tried his hardest to stop me but his hand slipped as he grabbed my jacket, and for the next five minutes as we waited for any stragglers he had the torment of me whispering "loser, loser" in his ear as he sat, defenceless, next to me!

When it was clear we were the only people travelling our coach set out along the A4, heading west into the sunset. Simon and I were still the only people upstairs, and I think the idea had just crawled into his mind that this rather an advantageous position to be in, me in the middle of the back seat and he next to me. I stood to take my jacket off making a good show of stretching my tits against my shirt as I stowed it in the overhead shelving, 

I leant into Simon, dragging his arm over my shoulder as I cuddled into his chest. He smelt musky, male, no aftershave, no perfume, just man, and I felt myself becoming aroused in his presence. I tried hard to squash the emotion down a little longer, knowing we had a long time ahead of us.

"Tell me about your family" I said muzzily, my words muffled by my proximity to his jumper.

"Well, my dad owns his own company, making alloy wheels, mostly successful in it's own little way, and he enjoys it. He spends a lot of time working at managing it, doing the sales and marketing and thinking up new ways to make money, as it's only a small outfit and he can't afford to hire extra executives. My mum's a nurse, she doesn't need to work really but she's never seen the sense in spending all her time at home twiddling her fingers so she still gets out there, shift work, at a home for alcoholic rehabilitation. She says as long as we don't end up there we've probably turned out all right.

"I've got an older brother, Andrew, and a younger sister, Felicity. They're both still at home. Andrew's a policeman and Fliss is still at school, doing her last exams. She wants to go to college too."

"Do you get on with your siblings?" I asked.

"Well, yeah, mostly." Simon replied. Andrew's pretty cool, got his head screwed on right and enjoys life, but Fliss is a little highly strung." He paused, as if trying to think how best to put what he had to say. "She's, like, really pretty. I mean, really really pretty, and all the guys she knows try to take advantage of that. I had a hard time trying to protect her before I left and I hope Andrew's managed to keep most of her boyfriends in line. None of them are good enough for her and I wish she could see herself in a better light and aim higher."

His words gave away more than he knew. I could tell straight away that Simon felt more for his sister than he would admit, and I couldn't help but think of my friends back home, Ann and Richard, the twins who gave to each other more than society was prepared to accept. I was intrigued. Simon's description of his little sister had me thinking about some naughty things already!

"We've got a decent house", Simon continued. "Only four bedrooms though, which means that though I've got my own room you'll be in with my little sister, if that's okay." I felt him shrug his shoulders around me. "Should have mentioned it earlier, but my parents are a bit prudish when it comes to us kids, so there's no way we can share a bed."

"That's all right Si", I replied. I've got the whole weekend enjoying your company." I squeezed his thigh with one hand. "I'm sure we'll have to time to get together."

There was a lull, as the coach hit the M4 motorway out of London and wound up to cruising speed, the engine smooth beneath us and the coach quiet around us.

I tilted my head up and kissed him. His mouth opened, greedily, and his tongue invaded mine. We French kissed, passionately, and gradually his hand found its way inside my shirt and up to my right breast. He broke the kiss for a moment.

"I love it when you don't wear a bra" He murmured, as his hand kneaded my small 34B tit, his thumb and forefinger closing round the nipple.

"uh-huh" I replied, trying to get his tongue back into my mouth while biting his top lip playfully. "No point when your breasts are small enough and perky enough to do without!"

"Dunno what my mother will think. Can you try and keep your nipples down at home?"

I broke off and looked up. Sure enough that little smile was playing across his lips and in his emerald eyes, and I knew he was teasing me again. I put my hand behind his head and pulled his lips to mine once more.

"Mmmmm" was all I could say as he kissed me deeply, his hand caressing my chest as we snogged. His hand brushed each of my breasts, starting with the underside and moving north, across my nipples and then back down. Every few strokes he'd rub one of my nipples between his finger and thumb, caressing and maintaining their erect state as the feelings spread from my chest down to my sex, moistening me in preparation for the invasion that was sure to follow.

My hand sneaked up from his thigh, across the front of his jeans, feeling the hardness of his erection beneath. Simon shifted his position, obviously uncomfortable in the confines of his trousers. I let him push me back a little as he tried to sneak his hard cock into a better position, and decided to take matters into my own hands, so to speak.

I undid Simon's belt, button and fly on his jeans, reaching in and grabbing his knob, easing it out, upward so that his full erection was free in front of me. Slowly withdrawing my tongue from his mouth, I leant forward to envelop his knob in my mouth.

"Ohhhh" was all I heard as I swirled my tongue round the tip, before taking his member entirely inside my open mouth before moving back to the tip and allowing my hand to slowly wank his shaft. His cock smelt musky, the centre of his maleness that I had a hint of earlier, and I could taste the precum on his head. His shaft was thick, surely six inches round, and easily as long, even though his trousers meant that I couldn't get the whole length in my mouth.

I gave as good a blow job as I could in the circumstances, his balls hidden as they were in his jeans. I bobbed up and down his length, fucking him with my mouth, occasionally just using my hand to masturbate him before using my mouth again, moistening the tip before taking as much of him down my throat as I could. After a few minutes he levered me off his knob.

"Kate" he whispered (why people whisper when there's nobody to hear I don't know!). "Let's do it!"

His hands were at the front of my shirt, undoing buttons and freeing my breasts for closer inspection. His head went down, and I clasped it between my hands as his mouth found and teased first one nipple, then the next.

I was now really juiced up and ready to roll, and I was positively grateful when Simon's hand fumbled round the bottom of my skirt, just past my knees, and travelled up my stockinged leg, past my suspenders and burrowed into my panties. His finger went straight inside me as his thumb caressed my clitoris. As his mouth grew more urgent, nibbling my nipples, I raised my bum off the seat so he could pull my panties off and discard them on the seat next to us.

"Simon, I want you, now." I tousled his hair as he feasted on my chest, and his nod told me he knew what we both needed. He stood up, undoing his trousers and pushing them and his boxers down to his knees, his rock hard cock now standing proud over me, ready to fill me. I lay down along the back seat, my skirt around my waist, one leg on the floor, as I spread my legs, exposing my shaven pussy, framed by my suspenders and stockings, for him. Simon knelt over me and I grabbed his fat dick, positioning it at the entrance to my sex as he balanced, one leg on the floor, the other bent back beneath him. Quickly his cock slipped inside my wet and willing pussy and he started to fuck me in earnest, hips bucking furiously while his head was buried in my neck.

The motion of the bus beneath added to my pleasure as his cock pistoned in and out of me, lubricated by the juices flowing so readily in my vagina. He felt so good inside my tight little pussy, filling me to bursting, his cockhead rubbing past my g-spot again and again. His rhythm was perfect and he soon had me on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

It was then that I turned my head, in line with the aisle and saw our coach stewardess at the top of the stairs, obviously torn between watching and disappearing. Our eyes met briefly as I moaned my pleasure, and I watched her, watching us screwing, for just a moment before my pleasure overtook me and I was lost to sensation as I came over and over in waves. Coming down, I saw she was still there, one hand pressed against her trousers as she watched Simon take me hard.

"Si, don't come in me." I whispered urgently to my lover. "I want you in my mouth."

His answer was to speed up his thrusting, and then he pulled out, moving up my body to present his thick cock to my mouth. I sucked him inside me, tasting my love juice along his length, and massaged his full ball sac with one hand as I licked his helmet.

I could tell he wasn't interested in his surroundings, just in unloading his balls into my waiting mouth, and I checked that our stewardess was still there. She was, her hand definitely rubbing her clit in arousal at the sexual scene in front of her. I started tugging on Simon's shaft as I licked his cock head, and he thrust in and out of my mouth as the watching girl gave in to temptation and put her hand inside her trousers, frigging herself openly as she took in our activity.

Within minutes I felt his sac contract and his knob twitched as he unloaded his seed, spurt after spurt, across my mouth, cheeks, chin, chest and onto my tongue. I closed my mouth over his cock, getting the last drops and gulping as much as I could down, tasting his semen, all sour, slightly salty, with the overtone of aspirin that's always present on a boy. Looking up once more I saw our voyeur girl using the seat back to hold herself upright as her hand busied itself at her clit, and I'm pretty sure she'd been coming at about the same time as Simon had been giving me a facial. She smiled quickly as she recovered, and turned to go back down the stairs.

As we finished we rearranged our clothes, Simon packing his quickly detumescing penis into his trousers and me using my discarded undies to clean the cum off myself before pulling my shirt closed over my tender titties and rearranging my skirt.

Minutes later our coach was pulling in to Weston, and I was left hoping the rest of my weekend would be as satisfying. I never told Simon about our stewardess watching, although I'm sure he must have wondered why she had such a dirty smile when she said goodbye as we got off the coach. 



To Be Frank Ch. 10



Another stand-alone story, but one which fits with the previous 'Frank' chapters. Feel free to enjoy this 'as is' or in conjunction with the other chapters. Please comment, and vote – I enjoy the feedback!

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Simon's mother, Joanna, picked us up off the coach, saving us waiting an hour for a bus or wasting money on a cab. I learnt that Simon's parents lived in Upchurch, right at the Southern end of Weston, where the flat landscape of the town gave way to rocky hills, surrounding the natural bowl that was one of England's oldest resorts.

Joanna was a very smartly dressed lady, and I could see where Simon's painfully obvious middle-class attitudes came from straight away:

"I do wish you'd take the train, Simon." She said. "It's so much more civilised than those horrid coaches."

Simon turned to me in the back seat and rolled his eyes. I had to stifle the snorting laughter that I wanted to let out loud at his mother's snobbery, which he was obviously equally embarrassed about.

"Mother, would you rather collect us from Bristol?" Simon replied. You know as well as I that the train connections are appalling from London and you wouldn't see us till midnight."

"True" his mother conceded. "That wouldn't be good. Of course, with more notice I'd have rostered myself off, but I have to work tonight."

Simon's mother was head nurse at drug rehabilitation centre, dealing with those addicts who still had enough wealth, or enough family, to afford to be able to go cold turkey in style, and have the psychological support to help them through. Reading about this today, you might think of Marian Keys' books, although her attempts to describe what happens are, I'm assured, rather lame and tame.

We reached Simon's home, where his father was busy uncorking a rather decent French red, glasses to hand. I thought straight away that his attention to guests was second to none! Simon took my bags upstairs while his mother waited to garage the car and I was left in the kitchen with his father, Derek.

"Kate, Derek" was his rather gruff introduction as he shook my hand, but his twinkling eyes belied his manner, and I knew instantly where Simon had got his understated sense of humour from. "Heard all about you, as the young fellow never shuts up when he phones home."

Derek stood around six feet. He was obviously a young father, looking around forty at best, still trim for his years, of lean frame, slim-hipped and dark-haired. His smile was the same as Simon's too, and I found myself instantly warming to him as he passed me a glass of wine.

"Cheers." He said. "Let's hope you can survive the onslaught of Mother Teresa." He jerked his head toward the garage and I knew he was gently mocking his wife's career.

"Cheers, Derek." I replied. "Here's hoping I'll never need her ministrations!" Our glasses clinked, and I knew I'd made just the right response as the laughter lines round his eyes creased in amusement.

I was instantly attracted to this older, more self-assured version of my current bed-buddy, and I felt my nipples responding as I took my glass back, sipping delicately. Watching him, I saw his eyes travel down, then back up my slim frame, taking in my perfectly proportioned breasts, bullet-nipples point toward the sky, my flat stomach and shapely legs. If I'd had a moment I'd have given him a twirl so that he could appreciate my great little bum as well, but time was against me as first Simon, then Joanna, walked through the doors to the kitchen.

Derek dragged his eyes from me, passing glasses to the others, and we toasted life together, making small talk.

"Ooops! I'll be late if I don't hurry, and I really don't think my patients will appreciate the smell of good Cabernet!" Joanna had to quickly disappear to work, and she made her excuses rapidly, apologising to me but promising to make it up the next night when she'd be at home.

As Derek, Simon and I chatted over the wine, the front door opened, and a voice floated through to the kitchen.

"Hi! Si! Lovely you're home! See you in a minute. Gotta change. Back in a mo!" The rapid speech, the tone, the staccato voice, spoke volumes.

"Felicity?" I queried.

Both Simon and his father rolled their eyes as they nodded!

Simon checked his watch.

"Kate, we'd better hurry if we're going for a beer. Some of my friends are in and I want to...." His voice tailed off, but I knew he was thinking that if I walked into the pub on his arm his friends would be forever jealous.

Si had the fortune of living opposite the pub, which I learnt much later had the family nick-name "The Short Stagger". We left Derek at home to go for a drink, his sister shrieking at us from her room upstairs to wait for her.

In the bar it became clear that the 'Stagger' was very much a locals' pub, and that Simon knew most of the patrons. We did a quick round before finding a place to stand almost directly in front of the large open fire, where I was glad that I'd kept to my shirt and skirt, without changing to anything heavier.

Moments later the pub door opened and a vision of loveliness walked in. She stood barely five feet tall, breasts disproportionately large to the overall frame, but still slim, and with beautiful copper blonde hair, alabaster skin, an English Rose complexion and full lips. Her wide emerald green (so green!) eyes told me instantly that this was the fabled Felicity, Simon's younger sister. Her eyes flicked quickly across the room before alighting on her brother, and their widening and brightening told me that her brother's love for her was totally reciprocated. She ignored the lanky young male walking toward her to fling herself into Simon's arms as she squeaked a welcome, dignity totally lost.

"Kate, meet Fliss" Simon said, as he tried to disentangle himself.

I could tell that Fliss was trying hard to act maturely, demurely, ass she composed herself.

"Kate." She said formally. Simon again rolled his eyes at his family ties as Fliss tried hard to reach up and kiss my cheeks, French-style.

Simon went to buy another round, leaving me with his sister. Immediately her eyes went flat, diamond hard and focussed, belying the ditzy teenager of a moment ago.

"If you screw my brother over I'll find you and make your life hell." Was all she said.

"Whoa, Felicity!" I was taken aback totally. "I'm sure you've already worked out your brother's a really nice guy. I like him. I like him a lot, and if anyone 'screws him over', I'll join you in finding them, OK?"

Fliss made a small moue with her lips.

"Sorry, Kate." She said, downcast for a moment. "It's just that I know he's really sensitive, and that he needs looking after. Runs in the family I guess."

I saw in that moment a vulnerable girl, one who'd need her own protection that she'd not learnt, and who needed looking after a little. Thinking about her obvious adoration of her brother I played the ace.

"Fliss, I want to be your friend too, and if you're anything like Simon I know we'll get on well."

The result was instant, with a total relaxation of her body posture, backing down of body language and melting of the eyes as she smiled back at me. Simon arrived back as she hugged me close, and his expression told me I'd just made a friend for life. I was more interested in having this young girl so immediately close to me, and squashing my feelings of arousal.

Having taken a pint of cider off her poor student brother, Fliss made her quick excuses to go and talk to what appeared to be her current boyfriend, the tall young guy she'd ignored on the way in. I could see Si's problem with his sister. She really needed support and looking after, and at the same time she was young, vivacious and so pretty that she didn't think she needed anyone keeping an eye on her.

Simon and I were left to ourselves again, and we clinked glasses. I leant closely to his ear, so that his attention was undivided, making sure my body was close to his.

"Simon, I need you tonight." I knew that if we couldn't share a bed tonight, then I had to have him again before we went home. I felt him harden against me through his clothes as he absorbed what I'd said.

"Ummm. Let's finish our drinks and go for a walk."

Minutes later we'd left the noise and warmth of the pub, and Simon was leading me across the road up a path toward the little church on the hill hat had given it's name to the suburb.

"Where are you taking me Simon?" I asked as we walked, with him holding my small hand in has own, providing warmth.

"Thought we'd watch tonight's fireworks from a better vantage point." He replied.

We walked up, then past the church, and in the darkness an old tower loomed, standing perhaps another ten yards high on the hill. Simon walked me to the far side where an entrance loomed, showing steep stone steps leading to the top.

"This was built over a hundred years ago, Kate." Simon explained. "A vicar's folly." It's just a tower, no reason, no placement, just a tower. You can see for miles from the top, and nobody really comes here much any more."

We got to the top and true to his word, the view was spectacular. I could see across the town, out to sea and back inland, while the location made it impossible for anyone to approach without being seen by anyone at the top. It was ideal!

I turned to Simon, taking his waist in my arms as he wrapped his around me, and our lips met. The feeling was electric as our tongues met and swirled around each other, his arms moving up and down my back as mine moved to his bum, pulling him closer to me so that I could feel his desire.

I felt his hands move to grope my arse, and he left my mouth to breathe.

"You've got no undies on!"

"Left them on the coach, Si, remember?" I teased, as I reached up to pull his mouth to mine once more.

A hand found the bottom of my open shirt, then felt its way up to cup my right breast in its bra cup. I groaned with the mounting desire, and to my delight Si reached behind me to undo the clasp, letting my little titties swing free and allowing him open access to my inflamed and excited nipples.

Moments later a hand was bunching my skirt up to reach my labia, sticky now with my juices, and ready to be touched, manipulated, parted and teased. Simon's fingers teased around them before his index finger managed to part them find its way inside and touch my clitoris before burying itself in my wet pussy.

"Mmmmm god that's good!" I breathed as I separated our lips, panting into his chest. Simon had inserted another finger as he tried to kiss me, and the two digits had excited me even more as they rubbed my pussy, across my clit and up my wet passage.

My right hand dragged across the front of his jeans, feeling the hardness held inside that was just for me. "Take me, Si. I need it."

I turned around at the top of the tower, facing across Weston, the pub lights bright below, and Guy Fawkes rockets flaring across the townscape before me. I felt Si bunch my dress up over my hips, exposing my little bum to his gaze as he fiddled with his jeans, unzipping himself. I was whimpering with desire as he finally freed his cock, and, rubbing it up and down my slit, found my entrance and plunged deep to the hilt inside me.

"Owwwww" I moaned. "So good!' I groaned in time to the rhythm Si had set up fucking me. I was supporting myself with my hands on the turreted tower side as he pistoned in and out of my love tunnel, his hands on my hips while his cock did all the work.

I moved one hand to a breast, squeezing myself and rubbing a nipple to accentuate the feelings I was getting from Simon's exquisite fucking and all of a sudden the fireworks in front of my eyes were also happening behind them as my orgasm overtook me. The feeling from my hand on my breast and Si's cock inside combined to topple me, and as I cried out loud to the night I felt Si tense behind, then the pulse along his shaft as he deposited the fruit of his love deep up me. He lost his balance and collapsed atop of me, his semi hard knob slipping out, followed by the dribble of his semen down my inner thigh.

"Oh, God, Kate." He moaned. "Every time we make love it's different, but each time I feel as though you were made for me. It's just so perfect."

I felt the same. My experience was still pretty limited, but Si brought me off so well, even with the shortest fuck, that I found it hard to believe I could connect so well with anyone else.

I turned and we kissed again, enjoying the post-coital buzz that comes after satisfying sex. Eventually I parted lips. "Sorry, Si, but I'm a little uncomfortable!" I pulled a tissue from my bag, and, unceremoniously lifting my skirt, I wiped up the semen dripping down my legs, trying to be reasonably respectable before we went back down the hill to Si's house.

We stumbled down the path down the hill back to the road, both high from our recent sexual escapade. Reaching level ground, Si spun me round, kissing me deeply before we walked up the drive to his house.

"Thanks, Kate. That was great."

"Thank YOU!" I replied. "It was great for me too!"

We walked in and Si put the kettle on in the kitchen.

"Coffee, Dad?" He shouted. A muffled reply came from the living room, which we took to be a 'yes' and within minutes Si was walking a coffee to his father before returning to the kitchen to hug me close as we sipped the hot drink.

We were snuggling, coffee finished, lips gently teasing as we nipped each other, arms round each others' backs wishing that the night didn't have to end, that we could sleep, together, when the front door opened and closed as Fliss got home. We heard stifled sobbing as she stumbled straight upstairs.

I parted from Simon, staring into his green eyes.

"What's all that about?"

"Probably a problem with the latest boyfriend. She gets a bit huffy every now and again." Si bent his lips to mine once more, and we were engrossed in a French kiss when the kitchen door opened.

"Pardon me!" said Fliss. She stood in the doorway, light from the hall spilling over her shoulders, framing her copper-blonde hair as she stood, shorter than earlier, barefoot in a nightshirt. Her eyes were swollen, obviously from crying, and she went, downcast, to the cupboard for a glass that she filled from the tap. As she looked quickly up, I saw fresh tears in her eyes, and disengaged myself from Si's arms and warmth.

"Fliss..." I tried to reach out, and at the same time her father walked into the kitchen. She choked back another cry and walked quickly out, leaving the three of us staring at each other.

"Umm, girl talk time." I muttered. I'll be with Fliss."

Derek and Si looked at me, at each other, shrugging in unison. Again I saw how much Si took after his father, but didn't have time to take it in as I went up the stairs to Fliss's room, the one I had to share that night.

Opening the door I saw Fliss face down on her bed, her little nightie ridden up almost exposing her beautiful behind to my gaze. Her head was buried in her arms, and I went to sit on the bed beside her, putting my hand on her back.

"Fliss, what's up?" I asked, my hand massaging her spine slowly. It was obvious from the fall of her nightwear that she'd no underwear on, and my hand went unimpeded from the top of her neck right down to the base of her spine.

"Men!" was all I got in reply. Fliss turned over, looking up at me, and her large breasts thrust up, accusingly, as she looked me in the eye. Is all they ever want sex?"

I wasn't sure exactly how to answer, but Fliss had more to say.

"What about my brother? Are you actually friends as well as lovers?" "That's a bit personal!" I was shocked this beautiful young girl could be so forthright, yet intrigued as to where this might lead.

The next moment I had my answer. Fliss flung her arms up around me, drawing me down on my left side onto the bed next to her as she hugged me close. "He's just so lucky to find you" she whispered into my ear. "Why can't I get a man like him? Why do all my boyfriends just want to make out with me rather than talk?"

I hugged her too. "I guess I am lucky" I said. "but it's not all one way." I decided to throw her comments back at her. "I enjoy making love to your brother, sure, but I've always been careful to size a bloke up before fucking them so I know they've got something to say after they've shot their load."

Fliss, next to me, her face so close, looked stricken as I casually mentioned screwing her brother, but she masked it well, asking directly "so you like sex, but you also need to be talked to as well?"

"That's about right." I whispered, smiling gently at her as I continued to caress her side. "Never forget you're a person as well as a woman, and guys will think more of you for it."

"What about girls?" came the reply.

I smiled, thinking I knew where this was going but not wanting to make the wrong move, as I was well away from home ground. "Girls too."

Our faces were close, and I could see straight behind Fliss' green eyes. She needed sex, and as she'd had a fight with her boyfriend there was only one alternative – me! I gave her the hint she needed, parting my lips and running my tongue over my top lip, and before I knew it Fliss had tilted her head up, opening her wide ruby lips and placing her lips over mine.

Instantly we were French kissing, tongues twirling and dancing in each others' mouths. My arousal from my early fucking overrode my hesitation at making out with my boyfriend's sister and I decided to give my body to the moment and enjoy it while it lasted. My hand wandered from her side to cup her left breast over her nightshirt, and I was rewarded by the feel of her nipple, erect beneath my delicate touch.

"Mmm." Fliss moaned as we kissed, and her hand came up to cover my right tittie through my shirt. We continued to kiss for some time, tongues caressing each other as we felt each others' tops.

I broke the kiss and stood up, unbuttoning my shirt and allowing it to fall to the floor as my hands reached behind my back to undo the hooks holding my bra over my breasts. Finally unclasping it, I tossed it to the floor and let my firm little 34B tits bounce free. I unbuttoned my shirt and let that fall, rejoining Fliss on the bed in nothing but my stockings.

My mouth covered hers once more, and I saw her eyes close as she surrendered to the moment. I moved my hand down her body, caressing the beautiful, firm alabaster skin of her thigh before reaching under her nightshirt to the core of her sex, covering her pussy with my hand.

Fliss didn't shave, and her pubes felt silken beneath my hand as I probed, finding her wet slit and flicking my middle finger over her clitoris as she moaned into my mouth.

She shifted slightly beneath me, and as I tried to maintain contact between her legs she awkwardly shrugged off her nightshirt, lying naked next to me. Her breasts were magnificent, standing proud as she lay on her back, large, yet firm, with big, pink aureoles surrounding her engorged nipples.

I slowly slipped a finger insider her as I bent my head to take a nipple in my mouth, biting it gently, then licking all around before running my tongue over it then biting again.

Fliss moaned softly under my ministrations, and I moved over her on the bed, kissing her on the mouth, then her neck, then back to her breasts. As my hand left her pussy she moaned as the sensation left, then sighed as she realised that I was kissing my way down the silken skin of her body, past her flat stomach and down towards the seat of her desire. My mouth finally reached her mound, and I used my fingers to part the lips, hidden beneath her soft furry cover, so that I could pay full attention to her clit.

She was already wet, juices trickling from her hole, the smell of her excitement strong as I licked the length of her slit, stopping at the little nub of her clit and wrapping my mouth around it, using my teeth to tease and nibble it while flicking it with my tongue. I pushed her legs up and back using my arms, stretching my hands up her taut, young body to try and cover her large breasts as I continued to lick the warm, musky folds of her labia.




To Be Frank Ch. 10



I felt Fliss's body tremble as her orgasm began. Her thighs tightened, gripping my head, and I responded by biting firmly on her clit again to intensify her climax. A stifled gasp escaped her lips, and her hands covered mine over her breasts, gripping firmly and making me squeeze harder on her nipples.

"ohhh......my.....goddd" Fliss's speech was ragged as she tried to draw breath at the same time. Slowly she relaxed, her thighs losing their grip on my head, and I moved back up the bed to lie next to her.

"Thanks, Kate. I needed that, and you were the best person to give it to me." She cuddled me close, and a little giggle escaped her. "I've never done it with a girl before, but I think you've had some experience."

"I have to plead guilty" I replied, smiling into her gorgeous emerald green eyes once more. I kissed her open mouth once more, letting her tongue taste her juices, before pulling away.

"I need to get a drink. Won't be long."

Looking at the clock I realised I'd been making love to Fliss for over an hour. The quiet house suggested that everyone had gone to bed, leaving me and Fliss to it. I stood and, removing my stockings, slipped into one of my father's oversized shirts, the cotton cool against my heated body. Tiptoeing downstairs I went into the kitchen to get a glass of water, only realising as I entered that the light was on. Derek was sat at the kitchen table in his dressing gown, a bottle of scotch in front of him and a glass in his hand. He looked up and smiled, and I saw that, underneath his gown, he appeared to be naked, as his chest was exposed by the gown.

"Hello Kate."

"Hi, Derek" I replied. "Can't sleep?"

"I was worried about my little girl. Is she OK? Did you have a chance to talk to her?"

"Derek, she's fine." I tried to put his mind at ease. "Just some boy trouble. We've sorted it."

He stood, arms outstretched and beckoned me to him. "Thanks Kate."

I crossed the room and let him hug me. He kissed the top of my head as I stood below his big six-foot frame. "I really appreciate your concern."

I was overwhelmed by his maleness, right close to me, and hugged him closer, relishing the feel of his arms around me. Almost at the same time I realised that there wasn't much in the way of clothes between us, and as I did so I felt his penis hardening next to me, swelling and pushing against my stomach.

"I...I'm sorry, Kate" he apologised as he tried to push me away. "It's purely mechanical – man, woman, you know."

I resisted his push, holding him close. "That's OK, Derek. I'm flattered, to be honest."

I thought to myself – I'd already shagged his son, I'd just eaten his daughter out, and now I wanted to get a piece of Derek too. Daringly, I reached down between the fold of his dressing gown, grasping his hardness in my little fist and beginning to slowly wank him. "This is purely mechanical too, isn't it?" My hand rubbed up and down his firm shaft, and I felt it swell further as he attained full hardness.

"What about Joanna?" I asked, knowing full well that the question was superfluous, as my hand around his penis held more power than words.

"Our marriage is open – I'll probably tell her."

I was totally aroused, and wished I could hear Derek's story-telling later. I made a mental note to ask him some other time. Looking up, I saw the similarities between Derek and his son – the same eyes, the same hair, height, only Derek was older. His sexual confidence was much greater than his son's was too, and he undid his cord, allowing his gown to open, exposing his cock and allowing my hand easier access to masturbate him.

His hands went to the front of my shirt, undoing the buttons, and I let it slide to the ground to stand naked in front of him.

"Kate, you are delicious!" he breathed. His hands went to my tits, covering them as he rubbed gently across them with his palms, then allowing his hands to fall so that each of my nipples were held between a thumb and forefinger. I looked down at his erection, standing proud. It looked to be about the same as Simon's – thick, a decent length, and uncut, in the English style.

"If this is purely mechanical" I said, "then surely some lubrication is in order."

I dropped to my knees and took him into my mouth, holding him to me with one hand on his bum while the other cupped his heavy balls. I wrapped my mouth round the end of his cock, swirling my tongue around his mushroom head, then dropped my head, taking as much as I could in my mouth and bobbing up and down as I gave him the best head I could.

"Oh fuck, Kate." I heard Derek gasp above me. "That is so good."

He began to thrust his hips, fucking my mouth as I sucked him off, until I stopped and looked up at him.

"Lie down." I ordered. "I need a sixty-nine."

Nobody could have moved faster! Quick as a flash Derek was on his back, and I straddled him, my pussy hovering over his mouth as I in turn wrapped my lips round his hard dick.

Derek parted my small shaven pussy lips with just his tongue and began to lap at my love hole, up and down the whole length of my labia. I almost lost it then and there after the tense build-up of eating Fliss out with no release, and it was only slowly that I remembered the task at hand, so to speak, in front of me. Caressing Derek's balls I began to suck him hard, sparing nothing as I took him in my mouth again, deepthroating his knob from my position over him, relishing the sharp taste of the salty precum emerging from the little slit in the end.

Derek, in turn, was having his tongue bathed by my copious juices as I let go, and I realised that I was going to orgasm, much quicker than normal, as my pent-up excitement got the better of me. As his tongue darted in and out of my vagina and a thumb rubbed my clit I felt the familiar spasm of orgasm sweep over me, and I struggled to contain the cry I wanted to yell out as my climax peaked, the sensations almost overwhelming me.

My hand wrapped around the base of Derek's cock, I began masturbating him as he fucked my mouth with upward thrusts of his hips, and moments later I felt his balls twitch as his seed began its journey to the end of his cock and into my awaiting mouth. Jet after jet of his hot cum filled my mouth as I tried desperately to swallow it all and keep up with his copious discharge, until finally his flow stopped, and his cock started to shrink, twitching in its sensitivity.

I rolled off Derek, and grabbed my shirt.

"Thanks for that – I needed it."

"Me too, Kate, me too."

I walked back up the stairs to Fliss's room, wondering how on earth Si's parents managed to come across as reasonably prudish to their kids, while being so active otherwise.

In the bedroom, I shrugged my shirt off and slipped into bed next to Fliss, wrapping an arm around her and cupping a breast as she sleepily murmured her approval. I wondered what other surprises the weekend might bring.