****** Me, the Guys and Kassie by Henry G ******
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Me, the Guys and Kassie


Me, the guys and Kassie -- A Fond Memory of a Long Past Youth.

I heard the sound of my mother shouting upstairs. "Come on Henry, time to get
up." It was still dark and the room was frosty. It was still dark but I could
see a hint of the dawn through the gap in the curtains. I slipped out of bed
and into my clothes. God I hated winter. Shivering I ran downstairs into the
living room cum kitchen. The burning fire warmed the room and I took the kettle
of hot water which hung above it to the sink to wash. So began another day in
our household.

There were four of us, mum, dad, Steve my older brother and myself. We lived in
a terraced two up -- two down house in the London suburb of Bethnal Green. It
was 1948 and we were still living under the shadow of the war which had ended
three years previously. The area still showed the results of the blitz with
many shattered and demolished houses. Rationing was still with us meaning that
food was simple and boring and I had to make do with worn clothes handed down
from Steve.

Dad worked as a postman and had left the house hours earlier. Steve was twenty
and worked in the local engineering works. He had left half an hour earlier.
That just left me, a fifteen year old, and mum. It may sound crass but I loved
my mum. It was she who had held the family together during the war when dad was
driving his tank through Egypt. It was she who had scrimped and saved to ensure
that Steve and I had food, warmth and clothing. As a result she looked a good
ten years older than her 40 years. Even now she would give us the best bits of
food that she could get from the limited stocks in the shop.

Steve was a great brother. Even though he had his own friends and was a working
man he always found time for a chat and a bit of fun. When I was younger he
always looked out for me but now I had reached a decent size I looked after
myself. Even so, he would always be on hand to help out.

That left me. What can I say? I'm pretty tall for my age at about 5 foot 10
inches. I'm pretty broad too and I can handle myself in most tight spots. The
real down side is that because of the shortages I have to go to school in
shorts. A guy that big looks pretty stupid dressed like that. Fortunately all
my mates are in the same boat so nobody takes the piss. And if they do, they
only do it once.

I finished my breakfast grabbed my bag and left the house. On the way I grabbed
mum in a bear hug and gave her a big sloppy kiss. She always pretended to hate
it but I knew that she really appreciated her daily hug. The street was still
pretty dark and the ground was frosty. The cold air tweaked at my bare knees
making me curse. "Wotcha Henry," came a shout. It was my best mate Pete from
next door. A skinny short kid he looked several years younger than me although
he was a year older. Rarely will you meet a nicer guy although he could be a
total pratt. His main problem was that he was impetuous. His tendency to speak
or act first and think later had got him into many a tight spot. Normally I was
there to bail him out so things usually worked out.

We walked on slowly towards the school pondering what we would do that weekend.
Life was pretty simple those days. No TV. We couldn't afford the cinema. Life
revolved around football and sitting around a fire in our club room in a bombed
out house thinking randy thoughts.

As we reached the gate the school we met up with Freddie and Dave the other
members of our group of four. Four heroic spirits who stuck together through
thick and thin. With a fair measure of reluctance we entered the school for
another day of tedium and woe -- still tomorrow was Saturday.

On the weekend I had a bit of a lie in. Steve still crept out early to work
leaving me alone in the double bed we shared. (the big problem with our house
was that it only had two bed rooms meaning that Steve and I had to share) After
a while I heard faint shouts coming from outside -- a sure indication of a
football match in progress. I quickly dressed and headed off down the road to
be bombed out area where the guys were already playing.

I joined the other three of the clan and we launched into the game.

Afterwards we retired into our club room. Calling it a club room somewhat
overstates it. It was the living room of a bombed out house. The ceiling was
still in place over two thirds of the room giving shelter. We had cleared the
area, built some wooden walls to keep out the weather and put four soft chairs
which we had "liberated" in the room. We had built a hearth from bricks in the
centre of the room and a fire burned there brightly. The day was frosty and we
huddled around the fire.

As usual talk gravitated to sex. We were a typical group of four guys who
delighted in bragging about our conquests and all the girls we had shagged.
Well, nearly shagged, since all of us were virgins. We enjoyed the usual sports
-- who can piss the highest up the wall, who could ejaculate the quickest, who
could ejaculate the most, who had the biggest cock. (for the record, exhaustive
measurements both soft and erect showed that Freddie had the biggest cock at a
manly 7 inches. I came second at an inch shorter followed closely by the other
two. -- well it seemed important at the time!!)

Dave was recalling some tall story about this guy he had heard of who could
make his arsehole whistle when we heard the sound of crunching bricks behind
us. We turned around to see Sarah. Sarah might have had a beautiful name but
she was the most unfortunate of people. Every school has it's pariah. Sarah was
ours. She lived in a run-down house at the end of the street. Her old man was a
drunk who had a foul temper when drunk and a worse one when sober. Every night
he beat the shit out his wife and, if he had the strength, Sarah next. He was a
weasley little shit who had avoided fighting in war due to his flat feet.

Sarah was a skinny little thing who was permanently dirty. She looked about
twelve although she was 16. She stood in the doorway shivering. She wore a
short scruffy grey skirt and a thin patched sweater. Her had no socks or
stockings on her grimy legs and she wore battered shoes. "Can I borrow you
fire?" she asked through chattering teeth. We were reluctant to have our
conversation interrupted but we couldn't in all decency refuse. She gratefully
sat down on the ground by the fire and warmed herself.

To be honest none of us had ever found the time to talk to her. No-one in the
school did, she was too dirty and smelly. It was easier to avoid her.

I guess we all felt a little guilty. Pete had a bottle of lemonade and he asked
Sarah if she would like a drink. She looked at him surprise before smiling her
thanks and took a drink. That broke the ice. Freddie had some chocolate that he
shared out and I offered Sarah my seat. We resumed chattering and to my
surprise Sarah was most amused about the tale of the whistling arse-hole.

Sarah suddenly dropped a bombshell. "have any of you seen a girl naked?" she
asked. We all blushed and stammered and admitted that we hadn't. Pete did say
that had found a photo in his dad's sock drawer but it had only shown a woman's
tits. "Would you like to see me naked?" Sarah asked. We were astonished. Always
being the one to ask the silliest of questions Pete stammered "Why?"

Sarah replied that she was grateful for the simple kindness we had shown and
that it was the first she had experienced all the time she had been at school.
She wanted to pay back the favour. We all felt like shits, she was humbling us
and our lack of simple charity. Dave spoke for all of us, "That's OK, you don't
owe us anything."

Sarah stood up. "No guys, it's OK, " she spoke. Swiftly she pulled off her
sweater. She was naked underneath. Her ribs showed on her chest and she had
small and pointed breasts. Her nipples were tight in the cold air. We could all
see the purple bruises where that bastard of a father had hit her. We all
mentally winced. She removed her skirt and stood there in a tiny pair of white
panties.

I couldn't bear the guilt and spoke, "You really don't have to do this." Sarah
gave me the sweetest smile and removed her panties. There she stood on a chilly
November morning wearing just her shoes. If you looked through the dirt she
looked wonderful. A little thin waif, a small tuft of dark hair between her
thighs showing the onset of her adulthood. I'm sure all the guys felt the same
as me. A mixture of excitement at the sight of her body coupled with guilt that
we allowed her to demean herself. I got up holding out her clothes and spoke to
her. "Please get dressed you'll catch pneumonia." She pulled on her clothes and
to my surprise wrapped her arms around me and gave me a kiss.

Now I've kissed girls before, well one or two, but this was something
different. Her lips were parted and her mouth soft. Her breath smelt sweet with
the chocolate she had eaten. Her tongue tentatively entered my mouth, I guessed
she was inexperienced at this as I was. I felt my blood surge and my breath
speed up. I had never experienced such excitement before. I thought my cock was
going to explode.

Without thinking I put my arms around her and hugged her hard. I felt the
points of her breasts pressing against my chest. My hand moved down over her
trim rear and pressed her against me. I realised that she must be able to feel
my swollen cock against her and wondered how she would react. I soon knew the
answer as I felt her hand move down to my waist and unbutton my pants. She slid
her hand down and touched my throbbing cock. This was too much for me and with
a yelp I came, all over her hand and my belly. My legs felt weak and I sat down
in my chair with a bump. Sarah looked at me with a smile, and asked, "Are you
alright?"

"Never better," was my gasped reply.

Sarah then walked over to Pete and kissed him. After a while she reached down
into his pants in the same fashion with an equally swift effect. She repeated
the process with Dave and Freddie.

Afterwards we sat silently in the chairs with Sarah on my knee. Sarah had this
mildly quizzical look on her face. The rest of us had this vague bemused look
of satisfaction with a certain pride. We had all had our first real sexual
experience. Seeing Sarah's expression I spoke. "Penny for your thoughts." She
looked at me and said "That was fantastic. I've wanted to touch a boys thing
for so long but I never got the chance. I'm amazed what just a touch can do."
"I guess it's because we don't have much experience," I answered. "Maybe you
get to last longer with practice." We all cracked up laughing at the point.

I've always had a streak of curiosity and asked Sarah a question which had
nagging me. "What effect does it have if you are touched between your legs?"
"It feels lovely when I touch myself but I've never been touched by anyone
else," she answered. "May I touch you?" I asked. She blushed, bit her lower lip
in indecision and then parted her legs.

I ran my hand up her thigh below her skirt. I again felt the throb of
excitement pass through my body again. Her knickers were wet between her
thighs. I rubbed the material over her cunt and with a moan she spread her legs
further. I eased my finger into her knickers feeling the soft downy hair
covering her crotch. As my fingers rubbed over her wet cunt she pushed herself
against my hand. I attempted to ease a finger into her but felt a blockage. I
now know that it was her hymen.

Sarah knew exactly what she wanted because I felt her grab my hand and move my
fingers onto her clit. By pressing my fingers down onto the small bump she
showed me how to rub. As I rubbed her movements became more frantic until with
a squeal she came. I had the answer to my question.

The guys were as amazed as I over Sarah's orgasm and we sat drinking lemonade
and discussing what we had felt.

Sarah finally looked at us with a serious expression. "I hope you don't think
that I'm some kind of slut for what we've done today."

I looked at the guys and spoke for all of us. "I reckon that this afternoon
we've all probably had the most enjoyable experiences of our lives," I began. I
noticed that everyone was nodding and continued. "I also think we've all
learned something important today. Both in terms of sex and also in terms of
common decency and charity. We owe Sarah an apology for the way we've treated
her and also our thanks for what she has done for us."

Well it all got a bit soppy after that with the odd damp eye. The upshot was
that we made a pact that all that had taken place was strictly between the five
of us. Also Sarah became the first female member of our select club. She was
now one of us and she would receive any protection we could provide.

As a postscript, we repeated the exercise on several occasions exploring both
oral and digital stimulation. By unspoken agreement no-one attempted full sex
with Sarah. It was really a case of us providing a mutual satisfaction. It
seemed a breach of our protocol and it was her choice, not ours. Sarah finally
did lose her virginity to Freddie (as did he). This took place in his bedroom
one Sunday when his parents were away. Although the rest of us were filled with
curiosity as to how it went we didn't ask. I seemed a breach of trust to do so.
Funnily none of us felt jealous.

One Saturday some months later I ran into Pete in the street. He was excited
over something and shouted out. "Hey Henry, guess what!" I went over to him and
he told me an amazing story.

I appears that a branch of his family come from Poland. In 1944 the Polish part
of the family were rounded up by the occupying German forces on suspicion of
collaborating with the resistance and shot. Only one member of the family
survived. A girl of twelve. She had crawled from the pile of bodies left in a
field with a bullet in her stomach. She was fortunately found by the resistance
and their doctor managed to save her. That day she lost her parents, grand
parents, an uncle and four brothers and sisters. Her immediate family was wiped
out.

Since then she had been looked after by various friends but it was very much a
temporary arrangement. Finally, in an attempt to give her a new life they
contacted Pete's family who readily agreed to give her a home. With some
difficulty they had managed to obtain the necessary paperwork from the Home
office and she had arrived.

"Wait here, you must meet her," Pete shouted as he ran off. He came back almost
immediately with a slim girl in tow. He introduced us. Her normal Polish name
was almost impossible for us to pronounce and it had agreed that we would use a
simplified and shortened form of her name -- Kassie.

To put it bluntly, she bowled me over. She was a short, not much over 5 feet.
It was clear that she had a tough time, her face was thin and I guessed that
the quality and quantity of food in Poland had not been good. She had long dark
brown hair which framed her oval face. She was pretty but in a slightly plain
and sad way. Her most striking feature were her big brown soulful eyes. Almost
doe-like in their appeal. They held however that hint of tragedy which showed
that she had experienced more grief that any person deserved. I was well and
truly smitten.

She shook my hand gently and in a shy voice said hello. Her English accent was
remarkably good.

"Fancy some tea?" Pete asked. I never turn down an offer like that and we all
went into the house. Pete's mum was in the living room. I greeted her in my
usual friendly fashion, "Hello Mrs. Jones." I really liked Pete's mum, she was
attractive and always treated me and the other guys with respect. So many
adults in the street thought that we were only trouble makers who don't deserve
a decent word. She wasn't like that. "Hello Henry, how are your mum and dad?"
she replied looking up from her baking. "Fine thanks very much," I replied.

"Tea everyone?" Pete asked and we settled down to a quiet chat. Kassie had been
in England for a week and had started to settle in. It was quite clear that she
loved being with her family even if they were fairly remote relatives. She had
taken to Pete and saw him as her brother and Pete was obviously very protective
towards her.

The weather was fine and we decided to head over to the club room after tea.
The other guys and Sarah were already there arguing over something or the
other. Sarah had changed a lot over the last few months. Membership of the
group and her relationship with Freddie had increased her self confidence. Her
old man was still beating the shit out of her and her mother but Sarah had
started to take care over herself. No longer a scruffy, dirty kid, she had
blossomed in her own small way.

We sat down and Pete introduced Kassie to the guys. Everyone greeted her warmly
and I could see that she was slightly overwhelmed with the friendliness. I
imagined she hadn't seen much kindness for some time. As we settled into our
usual mixture of chat, tomfoolery and basic good comradeship I could see Kassie
start to relax with a slight smile on her face. It seemed that perhaps the slow
process of her rehabilitation had started.

It was getting dark as Pete, Kassie and I left the club room and headed home.
As we were walking along a load voice suddenly called out from across the
street. "Why don't you fuck off you jew lovers!!" It was Barry Cribbens, the
school bully. Barry was true to type. Medium height, fat with short cropped
hair. When God had been handing out brains he was last in the queue and when
they were handing out bigotry he was first. His father was a member of the
British fascist party during the war and had spent the war in prison for half
killing a Jewish school teacher. Barry was doing his best to emulate his
father.

Pete and I froze on hearing the shouted taunt. Pete's face lost all colour and
I could see his face tighten with rage. He turned and walked across the road. I
quickly told Kassie to stay where she was and I followed Pete. "She isn't a
Jew," he hissed. "She's Polish. You know, our allies in the war. Her family
died in the war, what did your family do?" "Bollocks, I know a yid when I see
one," Cribbens spat back. Pete shouted at me, "He's mine," and before I could
move he attacked Cribbens. I've already told you about Pete's lack of size. The
simple fact is that he didn't stand a chance against an animal like Cribbens.

Pete got one decent shot in on Cribbens' face before the thug grabbed him and
threw him to the ground. In seconds Cribbens had kicked Pete in the stomach and
sat on Pete's chest pinning him to the ground and piling punch after punch into
his face. I had enough. I swung a kick at Cribbens' chest. It hit him hard on
the rib cage knocking him off Pete and winding him. I grabbed him before he
could recover and gave him a couple of my best shots in the face. His nose
flattened nicely with a burst of blood and he burst into tears. Like most
bullies he could dish out punishment but couldn't take it. "Please don't hit
me," he sobbed. I wasn't in the mood to be nice after the way he had acted -
- pay back was long overdue. I gave him several more punches to the face and
his flabby gut and dumped him on the road. I gave him a parting kick in the
bollocks and left him sobbing in the dirt.

I went over to Pete. Kassie was sobbing her heart out as she helped him get up.
The last thing she had needed was more violence. We both lifted Pete up. He was
in a pretty bad way with blood pouring from his nose and mouth. His head had
been lying in a pool of blood and I reckoned he had cracked his head against
the road. He was only half conscious. I managed to lift him up in my arms and
carried him home.

As we entered the house his mum and dad looked up in horror. I laid Pete on the
couch explaining quickly what had happened and I ran to the next street to
fetch the doctor. Luckily the doctor was at home and we returned immediately to
the house.

Kassie and I left the room and left the doctor with Pete and his parents.
Kassie came up to me and said two words. "Thank you." I guessed she was
thanking me for interceding for Pete. Before I could reply she kissed me. Her
lips were soft and wet with her tears -- I could taste the saltiness. She
crushed her mouth against me, her lips parting. It was the most amazing kiss I
had ever experienced. I intuitively knew that it was motivated by love. As I
moved my arms to hug her my hand fell on her breast. I expected Kassie to brush
my hand away but to my surprise she put her own hand on top of mine and pressed
it against her breast. Through her clothes I could feel her nipple harden in
response.

I realised that all my feelings for Kassie were reciprocated in full measure. I
felt myself melting in the power of these shared emotions, my head was
swimming. I ached to taking things further but it was neither the time nor
place.

I heard talking next door and we parted. The door opened and Pete's dad called
us in. The doctor was happy that most of Pete's cuts and bruises were
superficial but he was uneasy about the blow to the back of his head. He had
therefore arranged for an ambulance to take Pete to the hospital. There was
little I could do and I left for home.

Mum, Dad and Steve were sat at the table as I walked in. They looked up in
shock at my condition. My shirt was stained with Pete's blood and my knuckles
grazed and bleeding. I sat down and explained. Steve slapped me on the back
good-naturedly say "Well done kid." Mum and dad looked odd. I guessed they were
pleased I had stepped in to help Pete but I knew they were sad that I had used
violence. They had tried to bring me up with the attitude that violence was
never necessary or desirable.

I was feeling pretty shocked and tired so I bathed and went to bed. I finally
slept and my dreams were filled with thoughts of that amazing kiss.

Early the next morning Pete's parents came to the door. I could hear them
speaking to my parents for quite a time. Mum then called me down. Pete's mum
had red eyes presumably from crying and lack of sleep. She came over to me with
her husband and hugged me thanking me for what I had done. I blushed and
stammered something about them being welcome. They had a favour to ask. They
had to go to the hospital to visit Pete. He was out of danger but still pretty
sick. Because it was a Sunday it would take longer than normal to travel to the
hospital. They didn't expect to get back until late afternoon and the asked
whether I could keep Kassie company. I tried to control my excitement at this
and agreed.

After they had left for the hospital I went next door. Kassie had a lie in -
- the stress of the previous day had worn her out. She was sat downstairs
wearing a pair of pyjamas and a dressing gown. My heart thumped with excitement
as Kassie looked up at me. Her eyes were bright and her face looked flushed.
She smiled in welcome. I walked over and kissed her lightly on the lips. With a
moan she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips hard against mine. Her
lips opened and I felt her questing tongue push into my mouth.

I thought I was going to faint with the feeling. My heart thumped in my chest.
I could feel the firm points of her breasts pressing against me. Her scent
filled my senses. She had obviously only just got up and had not yet washed.
There was a slight hint of body odour which far from repelling me was exciting.

We released each other. Kassie's dressing gown had fallen open and I could see
that the top buttons of her pyjama top were undone. I could see the cleavage of
her breasts and I leant over to kiss her between them. Kassie moaned more and
opened her shirt top. Her breasts were small but fully formed. They were topped
with large dark nipples which were stiff and tight with excitement. I sucked
and nuzzled at these fleshy points feeling both our excitement rise.

"We must go upstairs or someone will see," Kassie whispered. I locked the front
door and we went to her room. Once there I removed Kassie's gown and pyjama
tops. Here upper body was slim but not thin. I immediately saw the scar on her
stomach. Well, no so much a scar but a puckered depression. In fact there were
two. I touched them gently. "I though you were shot only once," I asked. "No,
there were two bullets. One went straight through and the other stayed in me,"
Kassie replied. She turned around and showed me a similar but larger scar on
her back. She spoke so matter of faculty but I could only marvel of the courage
of this girl.

Kassie turned back and put her hands behind my neck to pull me to her. I could
see small tufts of dark hair in her armpits and felt a surge of arousal. All
the girls I had seen at school shaved their armpits, this was so much nicer. I
kissed her armpit feeling the moisture of axial hair and smelling the sharp
smell of her sweat. I knelt and eased her pyjama bottoms down. Her crotch was
covered with a thatch of dark silky pubic hair. I kissed her on her fleshy
pubic mound experiencing the musky but very exciting smell of her sex. Kassie
pulled my mouth hard against her and spread her legs opening her cunt to my
mouth.

I pushed her back onto the bed and lapped at her jutting clit. Kassie moaned
loudly and thrust hard against me. I licked harder and with a spasm she
climaxed. I continue to lick moving down her tight vagina. I pushed my tongue
into her vagina tasting the juices that poured from her but could only enter
her a little due to her hymen. Kassie started to move her hips up and down
dragging my tongue up and down her slit. She gave a particularly sharp upward
movement and my tongue slipped down onto her anus. I was at first revolted by
the idea of licking her arse but Kassie again pulled my face against her. Her
anus tasted sweaty and dirty. There were smears of bitter tasting stuff which I
guessed was her shit. I didn't find it particularly exciting but Kassie must
have had a very sensitive anus because she orgasmed again.

As she subsided I got up and lay on the bed beside her. We kissed deeply. I
felt Kassie's hand hesitantly feel down to my trousers. She opened my belt and
slipped her hand into my pants. As she encountered my stiff and by now very wet
cock she gave a small gasp of surprise. I rolled onto my back pulled down my
pants. Kassie took a firm hold of my cock and started to wank me.

"Slow down," I gasped. I wanted this to last.

"Can I kiss it?" Kassie asked.

"If you want," I replied, thanking the fates that I had a bath the previous
night. Kassie planted her lips over the oozing tip of my cock. Instinctively my
hips bucked pushing my cock at her. She looked at me with a wicked glint in her
eye.

"Did you like that?" I nodded.

Her mouth went back to my cock and slowly engulfed the head. Kassie started to
suck and before I could warn her I blasted my load into her mouth. My white
gism spurted from the side of her mouth down her chin.

"Sorry," I gasped. Kassie didn't answer. She had a strange look on her face as
she tasted the fluid which had filled her mouth. I expected her to spit it out
but to my surprise she swallowed. She spoke: "That is my first taste of a man's
juices. It is very nice."

We settled down in each other's arms relaxing the in a warm glow of
satisfaction. I reckon that we both wanted to take things further but my good
old brother had always warned me to be protected and as luck would have it I
had no rubber with me. I was not so much a fool as to have sex without a rubber
so we simply settled with the fun we had already had.

A few weeks later Pete came out of hospital. He had recovered from his injuries
but he was still a little weak and was confined to bed. I went into his room to
see him. I was carrying a couple of bottles of Guinness -- my granddad always
said it was the best medicine for all ailments -- a real panacea. Kassie was
already sat by the bed. "Pete, my man, how's it hanging?" I greeted him
cheerfully. "fuck off you cunt!" he answered in his usual friendly fashion. I
could see Pete was on the way to recovery. I sat down and we began catching up.

"I hear you and Kassie are close," he growled. I looked at both of them in
surprise. Kassie spoke first, "Pete is like my brother and we don't have any
secrets." Pete beamed a smile at me, "Don't worry kid, your secret is safe with
me. Just don't ever give Kassie a hard time!"

It somehow seemed the most important thing in the world to have Pete's approval
of our relationship. Although he had no right to dictate what we did, he was
the nearest thing to a brother Kassie now had and she attached a lot of
importance to his opinions.

The following week was half term and Pete, being an astute sort of guy,
suggested that Kassie and I could catch the bus out to Epping and have a day in
the country. He knew it would give us a chance to spend time together. Pete's
and my parents were happy for us to go, I suspect mainly because it got us out
of their hair for a day.

The sun was shining brightly as we waited at the bus stop the next Monday.
Kassie and been up and ready when I knocked next door. She was wearing a
brightly patterned summer dress with buttons down the front. She was stunning.
We only needed to catch the one bus but the journey through the suburbs of
London into the Essex countryside took nearly two hours. That would still leave
us a good five or six hours to ourselves. I had raided my brother's supply of
rubbers so I was prepared for any eventualities.

We got off the bus at Waltham Abbey and walked along the river Lea. Soon we
found a quiet spot with nothing but ourselves and a field of cows. We had
brought sandwiches and after a picnic lunch lay back in the warm sun.

Kassie didn't seem much in the mood for rested and leant over and kissed me. As
before her kiss was uninhibited and immediately filled me with passion. I ran
my hand over her chest feeling her taught breasts. I unfastened the buttons to
the top of her skirt giving my hand access to her bare chest. She sighed as I
stroked her erect nipples.

Kassie didn't require any invitation and had unfastened my pants and eased out
my throbbing cock. Her tiny warm hand was rubbing up and down my cock making my
blood boil. She crawled over on top of me. Her skirt had risen up above her
panties and she trapped my cock between her upper thighs. As she moved my cock
rubbed against her thighs and the outside of her panty gusset. Every movement
made the both of use tingle with excitement. Her crotch was soon sopping wet
with our combined juices. There seemed to be a certain urgency in Kassie's
behaviour almost as though she was desperate to somehow consummate our
relationship. I realised that the point of me losing my virginity had arrived.

"I want you to do it to me," Kassie gasped. I was surprised at the forthright
request, "Are you sure?" I asked, half expecting her to change her mind.

"Yes, do it now," she spoke as she tugged her panties off. I fished out a
rubber and eased it onto my cock. Kassie climbed back on top and holding my
cock eased it into the opening of her cunt. She pressed down on me pressing my
cock into her. She winced and stopped at it pressed against her hymen and then
with a look of determination she pressed down hard. With a slight snapping
sensation I entered her fully.

Kassie stopped moving waiting until the pain had subsided. She had a smile of
satisfaction and gratification on her face. Slowly she began moving again
easing me in and out. The sensation of her tight cunt rubbing on me was
exquisite and I gasped that I was coming. I needn't have worried since Kassie
was in a similar state. We orgasmed almost simultaneously. It was earth
shattering.

We collapsed into each others arms, both physically and emotionally spent. We
both slept for a while. As I awoke I noticed that Kassie was looking at me.

"Again I must thank you," she spoke. "No you don't," I was confused. Kassie
explained. "When my family were murdered I was left with no-one. I felt alone
and unloved. With Pete and my new family I felt kinship, sympathy and a sort of
love but not the real love I needed. Meeting you and what we have shared today
has restored love to me."

It was pretty hard to answer those sorts of comments so I didn't try. I just
smiled and kissed her. We lay not speaking until it was time to get the bus.

I saw Pete the next day. He smiled broadly at me and laughed. "I see I don't
have to ask you what you did yesterday." "What do you mean?" I protested. "It's
written all over your face yoo sly bastard. You screwed Kassie, didn't you!"
"Yup," I replied, I saw no point in arguing. At that point Kassie came into the
room. "Don't let Pete wind you up, Henry, I told him all about it." she
laughed.

Well that was that, Kassie and I became an item. The gang of five had now
become six.

I suppose you want to know how things turned out. Well we all lived happily
ever after -- life can be really boring can't it.

Sarah's dad went on one bender too many and died after an argument with a bus.
This gave Sarah and her mother the break they needed and they were able to get
on with their lives in safety.

In a fit of madness Freddie joined the police and immediately married Sarah. He
ultimately became a highly successful detective Inspector in the Metropolitan
Police.

Dave and Pete went into the building trade and formed a very successful
partnership. They are both happily married, millionaires and live in a very
exclusive suburb of London.

Me? I married Kassie as soon as I could. I didn't really have a trade although
I could write a bit. I was an English teacher for a time but I took up writing.
We have a couple of kids both working their way through university. One or two
reasonable novels set us up nicely and we live very comfortably.

My brother still works at the same place except he worked his way up through
the firm and is now production director.

Dad died early one morning while on his rounds. Some drunk who shouldn't have
been driving knocked dad off his bike. He was never caught. Steve and I rallied
round and mum now lives comfortably in a small flat where she lacks for
nothing. She made sacrifices for us when we were young now it's our turn to
make sacrifices for her in her old age.

The group of six (well eight if you include Pete and Dave's wives) still all
meet up once a month to have a meal, a good drink and to exchange silly
stories. (like the one about the bloke with the whistling arsehole) Although
we're all successful we haven't really grown up, I guess the comradeship we
developed as kids in those days after the war was not easily lost.

Any comments welcome to henrycom1@hotmail.com