Frank Windham munched thoughtfully on a piece of chicken as he contemplated the question. Finally he swallowed and cleared his throat. “Life,” he said to his fourteen-year-old son, “is certainly more complicated when you’re an adult. But you also have more freedom. You can choose your own path. Of course, it generally has to be a path that earns you enough money to keep you in the style to which you have become accustomed…” He shrugged. “Sometimes I think it would be cool to be a child again, without all the cares and worries of bills and mortgages and big decisions.”
Young Jimmy now turned to his mother. “How about you, Mum? Do you prefer being a grown-up?”
“Of course,” smiled Angela. “It’s hard work, but I’m more in control of my destiny. I can go wherever I want, thanks to being able to drive, and I can buy what I want … within reason. I’m curious, though – what makes you ask?”
Jimmy sighed. “I hate school,” he said. “Most of my friends have had their voices break, and they’re all much bigger than I am, and … it’s just unfair.”
Frank patted Jimmy’s shoulder sympathetically. “I’ve been there, pal,” he said. “But don’t worry – it does get better. Soon enough your own voice will break, and you’ll grow, and you won’t feel so … different.”
“But when?” grumbled Jimmy. He looked up at his father. “When did your voice break, Dad?”
“Oh, I was a pretty late starter,” said Frank cheerfully. “It didn’t break until I was fifteen and a half.” Then, noticing the alarmed expression on his son’s face, he added, “But I’m sure you won’t have to wait that long.”
“Do you get teased a lot?” asked Angela gently.
“A bit,” confessed Jimmy. “Yeah.” His face coloured. “David Sutton and Paul Fleming are the worst. You’d think they’d have something better to do.”
“What do they say?” asked Frank.
Jimmy stared down at his food. “Nothing,” he muttered. “It doesn’t matter.”
“How’s Melanie Stuart these days?” asked Angela, changing the subject. “The two of you always used to get along really well, as I recall.”
Jimmy’s frown deepened. “She’s different now,” he said. “She’s a slut.”
“Jimmy!” exclaimed Frank and Angela together, shocked. And Frank added sternly, “You should never say that about any girl you know.”
“Well it’s true!” said Jimmy defensively. “Everyone thinks so. She always hangs out with the boys, and she lets Nigel Simmons feel her leg in class. And he doesn’t even like her! He says she’s a slut, too. And the other day she was lying on a desk in the classroom and you could see her knickers and she knew and she didn’t even care!”
“That’s still no reason to call her a slut,” said Angela firmly.
“And don’t tell me you didn’t enjoy the view,” remarked Frank.
“Frank!” exclaimed Angela, frowning at her husband.
“I didn’t get to see it,” said Jimmy glumly. “I only heard about it from Brian.”
“Jimmy,” said Angela, “Melanie is at a stage in her life where she’s wanting to experiment with boys. It sounds like she’s a little less inhibited about it than she should be…”
“What’s inhibited?” inquired Jimmy.
“It means she’s not as shy as she should be,” said Frank.
“Anyway, she obviously likes Nigel,” continued Angela, “and wants to please him so that he’ll like her. It’s rotten of him to take advantage of that and then call her names behind her back. It’s Nigel you should be criticizing, not Melanie.”
“Does she only let Nigel touch her leg, or does she let everyone do it?” asked Frank.
Jimmy shrugged. “I don’t know,” he said. “Only Nigel, I think.”
“Then by no stretch of the imagination could she be considered a slut,” said Angela. “Sluts sleep with lots of people and aren’t picky about who they have sex with. Does that sound like Melanie?”
“No,” admitted Jimmy, “but I bet she has had sex already.”
“On what grounds do you base that bet?” asked Frank.
Jimmy shrugged and said nothing.
“Then I suggest you give her the benefit of the doubt until you learn otherwise,” said Frank.
“Don’t see why I should,” grumbled Jimmy. “It’s not like she’s nice to me. She calls me names just like everyone else – in fact she’s worse than most.”
“Then you’re quite entitled to criticize her … for that,” said Frank. “But there’s no need to sink to her level and call her nasty names…” Then he stopped abruptly and stared at his son, whose eyes were now sprouting tears. “There, there,” he said awkwardly, patting Jimmy’s shoulder. Angela took Jimmy’s right hand and squeezed it.
“I wish we could change places, dad,” said Jimmy miserably. “I hate being smaller than everyone, with a high voice, and … and…” He wiped his eyes and sniffled.
Frank was not sure what exactly Jimmy was going through at school, but based on his own experiences, it was likely to be pretty rough. He wished he could spare his son that pain, and felt bad that his son had inherited his ‘late starter’ genes. “I wish we could change places too, Jimmy,” he said, “but I’m afraid that’s just not going to…”
He broke off at a sudden loud clap of what sounded like thunder, and then the room shifted strangely and his vision blurred. He found himself much closer to the table – Angela was on his right instead of straight in front of him, and … his cheeks were wet. Then, to his horror, he found himself staring at … himself!
“What the hell?” he said.
“What’s wrong, dear?” asked Angela, placing her hand on his. His hand … was tiny! And his clothes – were not his, they were Jimmy’s!
He jumped to his feet. “What’s going on?” he demanded.
To his left, his doppelganger had also stood up. The two of them looked at each other, horror-struck. Then his double said, “Dad…?”
“What’s wrong with the two of you?” asked Angela, puzzled and rather frightened.
“We … seem to have swapped bodies,” said Frank, feeling rather sick. He wiped the tears off his face. “I know it sounds crazy, but … well, it won’t be hard to prove to you.”
Jimmy, in Frank’s body, looked down at the carpet. “This is so weird!” he said. “I’m … tall!”
“Stop it, both of you!” exclaimed Angela.
Frank sighed. “It’s true, dear,” he said. “Ask me something – something only I would know. You can do the same for Jimmy.” He indicated his own body.
Angela pursed her lips. “This is a stupid game,” she said. “But … all right. This afternoon, when you called me from work, what did you say you were working on?”
“A spreadsheet to calculate the optimal distances for habitable planets around K-type stars,” he said promptly.
Angela’s jaw dropped open. Eyes wide with fear, she turned to Jimmy in Frank’s body. “And what did I say to you this morning when I dropped you off at school?”
“Aww, Mum!” complained Jimmy, in Frank’s voice, which sounded odd. Then he sighed. “You said you loved me, and you called me … that name.”
Angela shook her head. “No,” she said. “Before that.” Then the realization caught up with her, and surprise dawned anew on her face.
“Oh yes – you reminded me to ask Miss Jeffries if she had finished with your yoga video.” He rolled his eyes.
Angela clapped a hand to her mouth. “Is it true?” she whispered. “Have you two really … swapped?”
Frank nodded grimly. “It appears so. God knows how, or why.”
“Well the ‘why’ is easy,” said Angela. “You both wished that it would happen.”
Frank raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Well Jeez … okay, I know what I said,” he said, “but I didn’t mean it!”
“Apparently that didn’t matter,” said Angela. “Now would the two of you hurry up and wish to be swapped back? Because this is really freaking me out!”
“Good plan!” said Frank. “Jimmy? You ready?”
Jimmy shook his head. “Dad, I meant my wish. I’m glad I swapped places with you. I don’t want to go back.”
“You will,” said Frank grimly. “You aren’t remotely equipped to deal with adult life. Now stop being silly and help me reverse this wish!”
“No,” said Jimmy. “I don’t want to go back to school.”
Frank sighed and closed his eyes.
“Jimmy, you must do as your father says!” pleaded Angela. “If you don’t, then your dad will have to go to school in your place, and that’s not fair to him! He’s already done the school thing once!”
“He’ll be okay,” argued Jimmy. “He’s smart – he’ll be top of the class.”
“Jimmy,” said Frank, “I’ll make you a deal. It seems we have some kind of special power here – the ability to make wishes come true if we both wish them. We could wish for anything, Jimmy – think of it. Money, fancy holidays, the best computer stuff, all the video games you’ve ever dreamed of. But I’ll tell you now, Jimmy – I’ll not help you get a single thing if you don’t swap back with me. And when you go to work tomorrow, you’re going to have to give lectures to a theatre full of students … and I won’t help you with that, either. You’ll look stupid and everyone will laugh at you.”
“Okay,” said Jimmy quickly, “we’ll swap back.”
Frank heaved a sigh of relief, and said, “Okay. I wish I were back in my own body.”
Jimmy repeated, “I wish I were back in my own body.”
Nothing happened. “I wonder what we did wrong,” said Frank. “Let’s try again. I wish we could change places, Jimmy.”
“I wish we could change places, Dad,” said Jimmy.
Still nothing. “Maybe you have to say it first,” said Frank. But that did not work either. Half an hour later, they gave up.
“Maybe it’s just a temporary thing,” suggested Angela. “Maybe it’ll just be for one day or something.”
Frank put his head in his little hands and sighed. “Maybe,” he said. His voice really did sound ridiculously high. “It had better be! I can’t go through adolescence again, Angie. The first time was bad enough.”
“Hey … Dad,” said Jimmy.
Frank looked up. “Yes?”
“Polly Schuster – graduate student – you told … Evan? … that Polly has a nice arse…”
Frank gasped. “You … remember that? Ow!” He recoiled at a slap on the arm from Angela, who was glaring at him. “Wait…” He was beginning to recall vague memories of … of horrible names. “Teeny-peeny? Teepee?”
Jimmy’s Frank-like face reddened. “That’s what they call me, sometimes,” he whispered.
A flood of images was now filling Frank’s mind. Frightening, looming faces. Laughter. Chinese burns. Being tripped up by huge, enormous kids. Kids twice his size… Physics lessons with the amusing Dr. Cadre. History lessons with Miss Watt … wow, she was cute!
“We’re getting each other’s memories,” he said in breathy amazement. Jimmy nodded.
They were not like his own memories, however. They felt distant, remote, like a series of dreams that he had once had, but could remember uncannily well. “At least we’ll be able to fit in a bit better into each other’s worlds, now,” he said.
“I suppose so,” said Jimmy. “I think I know what I’ll be talking about tomorrow in your lectures, anyway.”
“Wait,” said Angela, “are you seriously going to go to school tomorrow?”
Frank shrugged. “Unless this reverses itself by tomorrow, I’ll have to,” he said. “Don’t worry – I’ll make the best of it. I’m sure I can turn the tables on those awful bullies somehow.”
They spent the evening discussing their situation, and tried again to reverse the wish, but to no avail. Bedtime was a problem – Angela refused to have Frank sleep with her in Jimmy’s body, so he had to sleep in the spare bedroom. He felt rather downcast about this, but realized that Angela was going to find this hard to deal with, too.
The next day, when he awoke, it took Frank a full minute to realize why he was not in his own bed. Then he sighed, got up, and put on his school uniform. This was going to be a tough day. After a subdued breakfast, during which he grilled Jimmy about what he would do and say in his lectures, he climbed into the driver’s seat of his car, stared for a moment at the distance between his outstretched feet and the pedals, then moved over into the passenger seat with a frown. A moment later, Angela emerged from the house and got into the driver’s seat.
“All buckled up Jimmy?” she said breezily.
“I’m not Jimmy,” he said sourly.
“Yes you are,” she replied firmly. “While you’re in that body, you’d better answer to the name Jimmy, and not to Frank, or you’ll get some very odd looks. I think we should get into the habit, even at home, of calling you Jimmy and Jimmy Frank. Keep the name with the body, and nobody will suspect anything. Okay?”
Frank had to admit this made sense, but he did not like it at all. In an attempt to change the subject, he grinned at his wife and said, “You’re looking pretty hot this morning.”
“None of that kind of talk either, young man,” said Angela sternly. “What if somebody overheard?”
“All right all right,” muttered Frank irritably. “Are you going to have Jimmy call you ‘darling’?”
“I’ve told him to call me ‘Angie’ for the time being,” she said. “It sounds weird hearing him call me ‘Mum’. And you should refer to him as Frank, remember?”
Frank glowered at the dashboard. This was going to be no fun at all!
They pulled up outside the school, and Frank climbed out. “Bye … Mum,” he said.
“Bye darling,” said Angela, flashing him a smile. “Have a nice day in school.”
As she drove off, Frank turned away and faced the schoolyard. It seemed like a scary place, though he could not think why. Then an unpleasant voice cut through his reverie.
“Hey, Teepee! What’s wrong – missing your mummy already?”
Frank turned to look at the source of the voice, and a feeling of revulsion and dread welled up inside him. It was David Sutton, a six-foot brute with a tanned, muscular physique and an ugly smirk. He hazily recalled that the boy was from a single-parent family – this was his own memory, not Jimmy’s. “Nope,” he replied. “You missing yours?”
David’s cheeks turned crimson with anger, but Frank ignored him and strode towards the school. Once inside, he found his locker and got out his books for the first lesson. It was History, he thought to himself with a smile. With the lovely Miss Watt. He felt a small stirring in his trousers, and grimaced. A couple of visits to the bathroom had revealed that Jimmy’s unfortunate nickname was not entirely undeserved. Never mind – time would fix that.
He entered the History classroom, and ducked as a scrunched-up piece of paper almost hit him in the head. Let’s see … ah yes, that was Jimmy’s favourite spot. Near the front, on the left-hand side of the classroom. He took his seat and said hello to Jimmy’s friend, Brian.
“Hi Jimmy,” said Brian blandly. “Done your homework?”
Frank’s stomach lurched. With all the excitement of the previous evening, he had forgotten about his history homework. It was supposed to be five hundred words on the political differences between Gladstone and Disraeli. Wait though – he had done most of it, or at least Jimmy had. He dug in his bag and pulled out a couple of sheets of paper. “I haven’t finished it,” he said to Brian. “Damn – last night was a bit frantic at home.”
Brian shrugged. “Don’t worry about it,” he said. “I bet Wattie will give you another day if you ask nicely.”
Reading through what Jimmy had written, Frank was impressed – for a fourteen-year-old, this was quite well-written. As he got to the end, he knew how it ought to finish. Putting pen to paper, he hurriedly started scrawling.
Miss Watt entered. “Good morning, class,” she said.
“Good morning Miss Watt,” the class intoned. Frank’s heart skipped a beat – Miss Watt really was quite a looker. Then he scolded himself: ‘you’re a married man!’ Perhaps it was the Jimmy part of his mind that was responding to Miss Watt’s physical charms.
The lesson was most interesting, or so Frank thought. The rest of the class fidgeted and whispered, but he assiduously took notes and drank in all Miss Watt had to say about late nineteenth century British foreign policy. When not note-taking, he added the finishing touches to his essay, and by the end of the lesson he had finished. He handed it in, and left the classroom with the other pupils. As he did so, he caught sight of the girl he knew to be Melanie Stuart. She was attractive, but not stunning – not like Trina Berry, whose blonde curly hair and pretty face made her the object of every boy’s desire.
A sharp pain in his back made him turn in surprise and shock. David Sutton was behind him, his fist bunched. He stared viciously at Frank and said “That’s for joking about my mother.” Frank dropped to one knee and drove his own fist into David’s groin. “That’s for joking about mine,” he said. “Shall we call it even?”
Doubled over, David could only gasp in stunned surprise as Frank turned and continued down the corridor. Laughter followed him – he hoped they were not laughing at him. He also hoped that his rashness would not have terrible repercussions for Jimmy later.
He tried to keep a low profile for the rest of the morning, but it was not easy. Teenagers, he discovered, say some terribly inane things to each other. Several times he had to fight down the urge to butt in on other people’s conversations. Somehow, he made it through to lunch without any serious altercations, and he sat down at a crowded table opposite Melanie Stuart, who stared at him with undisguised contempt.
“Shouldn’t you be on a different table, Teepee?” she asked him.
“Yeah, Teepee,” said Paul Fleming, a hulking lad of five foot ten or so. “Get lost.”
“Hard to get lost in a place this small,” said Frank. “In any case, I’m quite happy here thanks. I like the view.” He winked at Melanie, who stared back at him with a mixture of surprise and disgust. “So, what’s the topic of conversation for today?”
“How to get rid of annoying little twerps,” said Paul, and his friends laughed.
“Ah, now that’s a tricky one,” said Frank. “Generally speaking, if a twerp is attempting to be annoying, then any attempts to get rid of him merely serve to validate his quest – they will confirm that his strategy is working. On the other hand, if he is being annoying unintentionally, then your task is somewhat easier. Which category of twerp were you looking to expunge from your presence?”
“What the hell’s up with you, Teepee?” demanded Nigel Simmons, who was sitting next to Melanie. “Did you eat a dictionary overnight?”
“No,” said Frank, “I merely decided I wasn’t going to take any more crap from you guys. Or anyone, for that matter. I woke up this morning, looked at the mirror, and said, ‘I’m mad as hell and I’m not going to take it any more.’ So do your worst, folks, because this is a new me.”
A stunned silence greeted this. Frank decided to press his advantage. “Now, I don’t really give a damn about your cozy little popular clique. I’m not here to try to worm my way in. I’m here because I figure I might have some fun chatting with you guys. I’m sure you have lots of really intelligent stuff to converse about, so fire away. I’m all ears.”
After a long pause, Paul said, “Look, Teepee, if you don’t clear off, I’ll make you clear off!”
“Of course,” said Frank, “when I mentioned intelligent conversation, naturally I wasn’t including Paul in that. The rest of you, however, I have better hopes for. Danny.” He turned to the boy sitting next to him. “I gather you’re into meteorology, which has got to be a fascinating subject. Tell us something cool about weather that you’ve learned recently.” He bit into his sandwich and chewed on cheese and lettuce while looking expectantly at Danny, who suddenly looked flustered.
“Well, um, the worst weather in the world is apparently on top of Mount Washington in the U.S.,” said Danny. “That’s where they’ve recorded the fastest winds in the world, anyway. Two hundred and thirty-one miles per hour.”
“Wow!” said Frank, genuinely impressed. “Isn’t Mount Washington in the Appalachians? You’d think worse weather was to be found in higher mountains … say, in the Rockies. So is that really faster than, for instance, a really bad tornado?”
“Actually,” said Danny, “tornadoes have been known to have faster winds – up to three hundred and eighteen miles per hour – but Mount Washington holds the record for the fastest linear wind.”
“Hey, look, nobody else here is interested in the stupid weather!” said Paul angrily.
“I am!” said Helen, a friend of Danny’s. “I think it’s cool that Danny knows lots about something.”
“Everyone should be an expert at something,” said Frank. “Danny’s field is meteorology, and that’s a noble pursuit to my mind. Paul, come on, you must be interested in something other than yelling at people you don’t like. What floats your boat? There must be something about which you know more than the rest of us.”
All eyes turned to Paul, who looked suddenly perturbed. Glancing from side to side, he said, “I know a fair bit about soccer.”
“There you go, then!” said Frank. “Whom do you favour to win the Premiership this season?”
“United,” muttered Paul laconically. Then he shrugged and added, “They’ve been off form lately, but I reckon they’ll turn that around this Saturday.”
“Why’s that then?” asked Frank. “With Beckham shipping out, do you not feel they’re perhaps a little disillusioned?”
Paul shook his head. “Nah, they can do without him … but listen, I don’t want to talk about football with you!”
“Then let’s talk about something else,” said Frank. “Something everyone can relate to. How about movies? What have you all seen lately?”
“Terminator 3,” said Danny. “That was awesome.”
“Great chase sequence,” commented Frank, nodding. “Anyone prefer it to the one in The Matrix Reloaded?”
“No way,” said Paul. “The Matrix Reloaded was unreal – T3 didn’t come close.”
“T3 was a better film, though, overall,” said Nigel. “The Matrix Reloaded was stupid.”
“Oh come now,” said Frank. “It wasn’t all that bad. I felt it took the series in a bold new direction rather than rehashing the original, which has to be to its credit. Granted, that rave sequence was … perhaps a mistake … but by and large the film rocked, I thought. Melanie, you’ve been very quiet – what have you enjoyed lately?”
“I liked American Wedding,” she said. “It was pretty funny.”
“I haven’t seen it yet,” said Frank, “but I did like the first two. How does it compare?”
“Not as good as the first one, better than the second one,” said Nigel.
“Well thanks Nigel, but I was asking Melanie,” said Frank. “Or do you feel that your opinion is definitive?”
Nigel looked daggers at him, but smirked when Melanie said, “I agree with Nigel.”
“So is anyone looking forward to Return of the King?” asked Frank.
“I am,” said Danny, and most of the others nodded.
“I’m not,” said Paul sourly.
“Now would that be because you feel the characters are under-developed, the special effects are too intrusive, the cinematography clichéed, the accents unfocused, the performances too obvious, perhaps? Or do you simply lack the imagination to appreciate the fantasy genre?”
“I don’t like fantasy,” said Paul. Danny snorted into his drink at this, and even Melanie looked amused. “It’s stupid.”
“I rest my case,” said Frank.
“Look, Teepee…” began Paul, annoyed.
Frank stood up, grabbed a bottle of vinegar, and upended it over Paul’s lunch. Ignoring Paul’s outraged yells, he said, “I refuse to answer to that name any longer, all right? Admittedly I’m a little behind most of you folks in the adolescence stakes, but that’s nothing for me to be ashamed about. When we all reach adulthood and go out into the world, who do you think is going to care if my voice broke at thirteen or fifteen? In the great scheme of things, it’s meaningless. Fine, Paul, you’ve got a bigger todger than I have – well that’s wonderful for you. But I’m still growing, whereas I dare say you’ve probably stopped. Who’s to say who will be bigger in the long run?”
But Paul was coming around the end of the table with violence on his mind. Frank sighed. “I guess the small-minded will resort to their fists when their brains give out,” he said. “Ah well.” Steeling himself for his beating, he stood his ground as Paul came barrelling up to him. Failing to anticipate the punch to his stomach, he doubled over and gasped for breath.
“Careful Paul,” came a voice from behind him, “he’s likely to go for your crotch, the little poof.”
Oh great, that’s all I need, thought Frank. He recognized David Sutton’s voice. Straightening up, he found himself facing the two of them. “Didn’t think you could take me on your own, eh?” he said to Paul, trying to keep his voice steady. “Had to call in the cavalry, did you?” He was still holding the vinegar bottle – perhaps he could use that.
“I don’t know where this cheek has come from,” said David, “but I’m going to put you in your place right now!”
“Oh, is that all?” said Frank. “Well let me save you the trouble.” He sat down at the table again. His stomach hurt like crazy, but he was not about to show it.
The others were staring at him incredulously. “You got a death wish?” muttered Danny.
“Thugs will be thugs,” said Frank matter-of-factly. “I’m not going to give them the satisfaction of thinking I’m bothered by their posturing.”
At that moment he was dragged out of his seat. “All right,” he said, “you guys are beginning to piss me off. Either you let me go, or I swear you will greatly regret laying a finger on me.”
“Oh yeah?” said Paul. “How’s that?”
“It’s called the rumour machine,” whispered Frank, so that only the two of them could hear. “Do you remember two summers ago, that time you came to my house, and you actually wet yourself because you were so scared of that spider in the attic?”
David nearly dropped Frank in surprise as he stared at Paul. “Is that true?” he said.
“No!” said Paul hotly.
“Oh really?” said Frank. “Shall I go and fetch a spider and see how you react to it? A nice big one?” He was well aware of Paul’s phobia – though Paul had certainly not wet himself, he had been visibly shaken by his close encounter.
“I didn’t wet…” began Paul, and then he caught himself and hissed, “I didn’t do that, and you know it!”
“I know what I saw,” said Frank. “A big wet patch on the front of your shorts. Explain that, Sherlock. To the whole school, if you like! Alternatively, you could put me down and we could forget the whole thing.”
“But I didn’t…”
“Who cares?” said Frank with a shrug. “I know which story the rest of the school would prefer to believe. Now put me down. I promise you – I am far, far better at school politics than either of you. I can make your lives a misery, like you have mine. Or we can call a truce, and stay the hell out of each other’s way. Be honest, what are you going to gain from hitting me again? Compare that with what you stand to lose if I decide to make it my life’s mission to destroy your credibility and reputations. For what it’s worth, Paul, I’m sorry I called you a retard.”
Paul’s brow furrowed. “You didn’t!”
“Didn’t I?” said Frank, puzzled. “I certainly meant to. No matter. Look, I’ll make this simple for you. Put me down, truce, end of story. Or else it gets horribly messy for everyone.”
“I think I’d rather have it messy,” growled David.
“No!” hissed Paul. “Why bother? Just put him down – he’s not worth the hassle.”
David gave Frank a long look, then shrugged, and dropped him. Frank sat back down. “There – crisis resolved with no loss of life. So – what did everyone do over summer…?”
The rest of the day passed without incident, and Frank left the school in a cheerful mood. “That wasn’t as bad as I expected,” he said to Angela. “I suspect I might have made Jimmy’s life a little easier, for when he and I swap back again.”
The evening came and went, and still Frank and Jimmy did not swap back to their original bodies. Sleeping arrangements were as per the previous night, and in the morning, Frank went back to school. His teachers, some of whom had remarked on his improved receptiveness in class, now began to notice his improved vocabulary and knowledge base. His physics teacher sprang a surprise quiz on the class in the period before lunch, and Frank got the highest mark, which was remarkable as Jimmy had never shown much aptitude for physics before.
At lunchtime, he went and sat with Melanie, Nigel, Danny, Paul, Helen and David again. “Hi folks,” he said briskly. “How is everyone?”
“Past puberty, thanks,” said David. “Unlike some.”
“Yup, still got all that to look forward to,” said Frank. “Mustn’t grumble, though. Love the hair, Melanie – suits you.”
Melanie was startled into blushing and saying “Thanks”, before she remembered to frown at him. He winked back at her.
“So,” he said. “Yesterday it was movies. Today I think we should talk about whatever Helen wants to talk about.”
“Me?” said Helen in surprise.
“Sure,” said Frank. “Pick a topic – anything you like.” He began to unwrap his sandwich.
“What the fuck are you – our conversation director?” demanded David.
“Manners, David,” said Frank. “Ladies present. In answer to your question, I’m merely attempting to stimulate some interesting discussion at lunch. But by all means, carry on with whatever you were discussing before I got here. What was it, now? Something fascinating, I’m sure.”
“We were talking about how great Miss Watt looks in her tight skirt today,” said Paul.
“I see,” said Frank. “Was there more to be said on the subject?”
There was silence. “Very well,” said Frank. “Helen, you got something yet?”
“Um, how about horses?” suggested Helen brightly.
Paul groaned. David rolled his eyes. Nigel snorted. “Excellent idea,” said Frank. “Do you follow horseracing, Helen, or are you more interested in the biology and history of horses?”
“I like show-jumping,” said Helen. “I’ve been riding loads of times, and I enjoy the jumping – it’s tricky, but a lot of fun.”
“Wow, I didn’t know you rode,” said Frank. “Are you thinking of making a career of it? Or would you prefer to enjoy it on an amateur basis?”
“Well, I don’t know,” said Helen. “I suppose it would be cool if I could do it for a living. But I don’t suppose I’m good enough.”
“Practice makes perfect,” said Frank firmly. “Helen, you can do whatever you put your mind to. Believe that, and you’ll accomplish your dream. Trust me, I know what I’m talking about.”
And so the conversation went on, turning in due course to other matters, but all the while piloted by Frank, who managed to draw in everyone present at some point or another. As lunch drew to a close, he was saying, “… and those huge flightless birds roamed North America about fifty million years ago, where they were the top predators for a long while. And you know what they ate?” He looked around at five or six interested faces. “Small horses,” he said. “So primitive that they still had three toes on each hind leg and four toes on each foreleg. Which brings us back to where Helen started us off. Thanks Helen – that was most interesting! Looks like it’s nearly time for our next lesson.”
They dispersed, and met up again in the chemistry lab, where Frank took his place next to Jimmy’s friend Brian.
“You’re spending a lot of time with those jerks,” said Brian with a scowl. “What gives?”
“I just told myself yesterday morning,” said Frank, “that I wasn’t going to let them push me around any more. So I’ve grabbed the bull by the horns … taken the fight to the enemy, so to speak. Perhaps they still don’t like me much, but I think they’re respecting me a little more now.”
“Does this mean you won’t be spending much time with me and Chris from now on?” asked Brian.
“Perhaps not as much,” said Frank. “But I’m here now, aren’t I? And you could always gatecrash our table at lunch, just like I did.”
“David would deck me,” muttered Brian.
“No he wouldn’t,” grinned Frank. “Not if I told him not to.”
“David takes orders from you now, does he?” inquired Brian skeptically.
“Hush!” said Frank. “If he thinks that’s what’s happening, he’ll become completely unmanageable. No, I persuade and suggest, Brian. Persuade and suggest. I can be quite persuasive when I need to be, you know.”
“Hey Jimmy!” came Nigel’s voice from across the room. “Come here a sec, will you?”
“Since it’s you, Nigel,” said Frank. “I’ll be back in a minute,” he told Brian. Sauntering over to where Nigel, Melanie and Danny were chatting together, he said, “What’s up?” Melanie, he noticed, was sitting on the edge of the desk with her knees apart. As he passed in front of her, he could not resist glancing up her skirt. Pink panties – very pretty.
“We were just talking about actors,” said Nigel. “And we can’t agree on who’s better – Leonardo Dicaprio or Johnny Depp. We thought you might have an opinion.”
“You’re kidding, right?” said Frank. “Between Depp and Dicaprio? That’s not much of a contest.”
“You think?” Nigel frowned. “So … who’s better?”
“Johnny Depp, right?” said Danny.
“Obviously,” said Frank. “He has ten times the range of Dicaprio, and much more of an instinct for the part he’s playing.”
“But don’t you think Dicaprio was good in Catch Me If You Can?” asked Nigel, almost plaintively.
“Sure,” said Frank. “But for every good performance of his, I can name five of Depp’s. Think Ed Wood, or Donnie Brasco, or Dead Man, or Benny and Joon. Or Edward Scissorhands. The guy’s a true artist.”
“I haven’t seen any of those,” said Nigel. “I’ve only seen him in From Hell, Pirates of the Caribbean, and Sleepy Hollow.”
“Then you’re forgiven,” said Frank. “You’ve not seen him at his best – although I did enjoy his turn in Pirates of the Caribbean.”
”You seem to have seen a lot of movies,” said Melanie.
Frank turned and smiled at her. She had drawn one knee up to her chest, revealing a large expanse of her panty-clad crotch. Frank tried not to look at it as he said, “I’ve seen more than my fair share, perhaps. My dad’s something of an aficionado, so I get to see a lot of different things.” He was about to turn to leave, when a rebellious spirit awoke within him. Teenage hormones surged in spite of his rational, adult mind. Taking a good long look at Melanie’s underwear, he said, “Lovely panties, Melanie,” before coolly walking back to his own spot on the far side of the lab.
“Was she showing her underwear again?” inquired Brian disdainfully.
“Yes, very sweet of her,” said Frank. “You know, she hasn’t insulted me all day?”
“Well good for you,” said Brian. “She’s still a slut.”
“By what definition?” inquired Frank. “How many people has she slept with, to your knowledge?”
“I’m sure she’s slept with Nigel,” said Brian.
“He’d have bragged about it if he had,” said Frank. “I think your accusation is a little baseless, my friend.”
“What’s got into you?” demanded Brian. “You’ve really changed! Just the day before yesterday you were agreeing with me, saying what a slut she was!”
“True, but I’ve learned a lot since then,” said Frank. “Such as not calling people names when they don’t deserve it.”
After the chemistry lesson, Melanie cornered Frank in the corridor. “Jimmy,” she said, “I’m having trouble with my maths homework. Do you think you could help me later?”
“Sure,” said Frank. “Where? In the library?”
“No – could you come to my house? After school?”
Frank felt a warm rush to his loins, and silently cursed his adolescent hormones. “Okay,” he squeaked.
Jeez! he thought to himself. From the pounding of his heart and the butterflies in his stomach, anyone would think he really was fourteen years old! ‘Stay focused’, he told himself. ‘You’re married … and she’s fourteen!’
After school, he lost no time in going over to Melanie’s house. She was already there, but her parents were not. “Where are your mum and dad?” he asked.
“Still at work,” she said. “They will be for hours. Shall we go up to my room?”
He followed her upstairs, catching glimpses of her panties as her short pleated skirt bounced against her buttocks with each step. Once they were both in her bedroom, she shut the door and pulled a couple of chairs up to her desk. He took one of them.
As she took the other, she pulled out a pad of paper. “It’s these quadratic equations,” she said. “I can’t get my head around them.”
For the next ten minutes he taught her, as well as he could, how the quadratic formula worked, even to the extent of proving it from first principles. They then went through a couple of examples together, and eventually Melanie’s troubled face cleared. “I get it, I get it!” she said excitedly.
When her homework was finished, she said suddenly, “I have a conversation topic for you, Jimmy.”
“Oh yes?” said Frank. “What’s that?”
“Sex,” she said. “And the best time to lose your virginity.”
Frank almost choked on the glass of orange juice she had fetched him. “A topic worthy of extensive debate,” he said. “Obviously it depends on the person. The legal age is sixteen, but some sixteen-year-olds are emotionally equipped to deal with the consequences of sex, while others perhaps are not. Some people will be ready earlier than others.”
“Do you think I’m ready?” she asked.
“That’s not for me to say,” said Frank, trying not to blush, and failing. “You’re obviously curious, or you wouldn’t be letting the boys see your panties and letting Nigel stroke your thighs. If you want my advice, then I’d tell you to wait for a couple of years at least, if only to allow your potential lover to mature a little bit. Someone like Nigel probably isn’t going to be too interested in making sure you get what you need from the experience – he’ll be out purely for his own pleasure. And I don’t suppose he’d act very responsibly – if you know what I mean.”
She smiled at him. “You’re full of wisdom, it seems. You seem to have suddenly got very mature in the last couple of days.”
Frank chuckled. “So it seems,” he said. “Don’t ask me to explain why, though.”
She got to her feet. “Do you mind if I change out of my uniform?” she asked.
“I don’t mind at all,” he said. “I’ll wait outside.” He started to get up.
But she stopped him. “You can stay,” she said. “I don’t mind.”
With wide eyes, he watched as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Then she undid the buttons on her blouse, removed it, and stood before him in just her underwear, socks and shoes. Then she kicked off her shoes. Wandering over to her wardrobe, she spent some time pondering its contents, while Frank stared open-mouthed at her bottom. She had a lovely body. ‘She’s fourteen!’ he told himself. ‘So am I,’ said another part of him.
“You … look … beautiful,” he finally managed.
She turned to face him with a smile. “Thanks,” she said. “I can’t seem to decide what to wear. Maybe I should stay in my underwear for a while. Would you like that?”
Frank uttered a kind of strangled sound, and nodded. As he got to his feet, she sat down on the edge of her bed and patted the spot beside her. He lost no time in sitting beside her, and a moment later they were kissing.
After a full two minutes, they broke apart. “Wow!” she said. “You’re good at kissing!”
“Thank you,” he said with a smile. “You’ll find I’m good at all sorts of things.” As he pushed her back on to the bed, she did not resist. A minute later he had her bra off, and was sucking gently on one nipple while teasing the other between his fingertips. A minute after that, he had a hand down the front of her panties, and was massaging her clitoris through its fleshy hood.
“Oh my God, that feels so great!” she panted.
He brought her to an orgasm, and then cuddled with her, trying to ignore the raging fire in his own loins. He felt a great urge to climb on top of her and slide his erection, such as it was, inside her, but knew that this was a mad idea. Melanie, however, was apparently thinking along similar lines.
“Do you want to put it inside me?” she said.
The two halves of his mind warred against each other for a moment, but the adult side won. “I think it’s too soon for that,” he said gently. “Believe me, I want to – but I don’t think you’d feel good about it afterwards. And that would make me feel bad, too. Plus, I don’t have any protection.”
She giggled. “Can you even … produce … anything?” she inquired.
Frank turned crimson. Of course – he had not yet matured enough for that. And yet … a memory came into his head of a drop of sticky fluid dangling from the end of his… “Kind of,” he said in a voice almost of relief. “Enough, perhaps, to necessitate a modicum of caution.”
She giggled again. “I love the way you talk now,” she said. “It’s like you’re a grown-up in a kid’s body.”
“Tell me about it,” said Frank, rolling his eyes. “But the point is, I think we shouldn’t take that step just yet.”
She smiled at him. “So responsible,” she said. “Well, I must say you’ve impressed me – where did you learn to do that? It was fantastic!”
Frank chuckled. “Let’s just say I’ve read widely. Amazing, the stuff you can find on the internet.”
Still lying on her bed in just her panties and socks, she sighed happily. “So, do you want to go steady?” she asked him.
This made Frank pause. The Jimmy part of him was screaming ‘yes!’, but the adult part of him was still very much in love with his wife and beginning to seriously regret this transgression. It was very confusing … but he did not want to upset Melanie now that she liked him.
“Aren’t you worried about what people at school will think?” he asked. “I’m hardly Mr. Popular.”
She looked a little troubled at this thought. “Yes…” she said. “There is that. Well, maybe it could be our secret for the time being, what do you think?”
Jimmy was a little downcast at this, but Frank was relieved. “That sounds like a good idea,” he agreed.
“But I’ll make it up to you,” said Melanie earnestly. “I’ll … stop letting everyone see up my skirt, if you like.”
Frank shook his head. Or was this Jimmy’s reaction? “Melanie, I love the way you show your panties – I wouldn’t want you to stop doing that. I want my girlfriend to be the sexiest girl in the room!”
Melanie laughed. “Okay then,” she said. “I’ll show my panties more – how about that?”
“Sounds wonderful,” said Frank with a grin. “Maybe you could wear shorter skirts, too.”
“Ooh yes,” said Melanie, sliding her hand into her panties. “I like that idea.” She closed her eyes. “What else would you like me to do?”
“I’d like you to shave your pussy,” said Frank, also warming to the theme.
Melanie’s eyes snapped open. “Shave it? Whatever for? You want me to look like a little girl again?” Then her eyes softened. “Is that it? You want us both to look … immature?”
“No!” said Frank. “No, that’s not it at all. Plenty of grown women shave their pussies – I happen to like that look. It’s more … attractive, I think.”
Melanie smiled. “Well, okay,” she said. “Just for you. But you can’t say a word to anyone, okay?”
Frank shook his head. “What do you take me for?” he said. “I’d never betray your secrets. Unlike some people, I don’t feel the need to boast about my sexual activities all over the school.”
She looked relieved. “That’s what I like about you,” she said. “You’re such … well, apart from your size and your voice and everything … you’re such an adult in how you think.”
“Thanks,” he said with only a slight smirk. “So, how long before your parents get home?”
Melanie glanced over at her alarm clock. “About an hour,” she said.
Frank grinned. “Fancy another orgasm?” he asked.
“Yes please!” she said, and she slipped off her panties.
Once Melanie’s parents had arrived, there was little point in staying. Frank walked home and arrived at his house at a quarter past six.
“That was a long homework session,” remarked Angela when he met her in the kitchen.
“Yeah – well, she’s not very good at maths and I wanted her to understand it properly,” said Frank awkwardly. He felt awful about what he had done with Melanie – he, an adult had molested an underage girl. Almost statutory rape. Sort of. No jury would see it that way, but that did not make it any less true.
“Well go and wash your hands – supper’s nearly ready.”
“Wash my…” Frank’s guilt vanished under a surge of indignation. “You don’t need to treat me like a child in my own house!” he exclaimed.
“But you are a child,” said Angela firmly. “And it’s not your house – it’s Frank’s.”
“Good grief Angie, this has got to stop!” complained Frank. “I’m Frank!”
“Not any more, you’re not,” said Angela. “I think you’re going to have to face the fact that you may be stuck in that body for good. In which case, you’d better start getting used to the idea that you’re Jimmy now.”
“And what about Frank? I mean Jimmy!” said Frank, getting angry. “Is he now the ‘man of the house’? Have you switched your wifely loyalties to him now?”
“Well he seems to be doing just fine in your place,” said Angela, unruffled. “He’s doing well at work, and he’s taken over the finances with aplomb. In short, yes, he’s every bit the man you were.”
“Good grief!” exclaimed Frank. “Next you’ll be telling me you’re sleeping with him!”
“Not yet,” said Angela. “But that may well happen soon enough.”
“What??” shrieked Frank. “He’s your son!”
“No, he’s my husband,” said Angela. “In any way that matters. He has my husband’s body, and my husband’s mind. He also has my son’s mind, of course, but he says he can switch that off.”
”But … that’s incest!” yelled Frank.
“Jimmy, he has all your memories of making love with me,” said Angela patiently, with the air of explaining the facts of life to a child. “And although he still thinks of me as his mother, he also thinks of me as his wife, and he feels a strong attraction for me. He’s longing to get me into bed. So far I’ve resisted, but really I don’t see why I should. He’s the man I fell in love with, after all … more or less.”
“This is unbelievable!” cried Frank, then realized to his horror that tears were running down his cheeks. He wiped them away angrily. “I’m going to my room!” he said, and stormed out.
The next day, he tried to put the traumatic events of the previous evening out of his mind as he continued to worm his way into the popular crowd. He was slowly but surely earning respect with teachers and students alike, but the process was not without setbacks. He was tripped in the corridor by an unknown assailant, and there was plenty of laughter at his expense. Still, this kind of incident was now occurring far less frequently than Jimmy’s memories told him that it had in the past.
He could not resist complimenting Melanie on her choice of skirt today. It was, she explained, an old one she had rescued from a bag of clothing destined for the charity shop. She had not worn it for three years, and she had grown a lot since then. Now it only came down to a couple of inches below her buttocks.
All that day she was deliberately more careless than ever about showing her underwear. When Frank dropped his pen in English class and glanced backwards under Melanie’s desk, he saw that her knees were about eighteen inches apart and he had a beautiful view of her white panties. She smiled at him, and he winked back at her.
They stole a moment together just before lunch. “Nigel’s going to want to sit next to me and put his hand up my skirt,” said Melanie. “What should I do?”
“Well if you want to keep our relationship a secret,” said Frank, “then you should probably let him do what he normally does. Otherwise he’s bound to wonder why.”
She nodded. “Okay,” she said. “Are you sure you don’t mind, though?”
Frank shook his head. “Not at all. I’m not the jealous type.”
The conversation at lunch centred around sex, a topic which the others were rather surprised that Frank was happy to talk about. “It’s my opinion,” said Nigel airily, “that marriage is completely outdated. Humans aren’t designed to stick with one wife. Men aren’t, I mean. I think women are designed to be more faithful.”
“Oh yes?” said Frank in some amusement. All eyes turned to him, intrigued to know what his take on this subject would be. “And on what exactly do you base that conclusion?”
“Well, more couples are getting divorced these days,” said Nigel. “It stands to reason.”
“More couples are getting divorced these days,” said Frank, “because it’s easier to get divorced these days. Marriages have always been fraught with difficulties, but in the past people were stuck in miserable marriages for years because it was culturally less acceptable to get divorced.”
Nigel looked disconcerted. “But, okay, so if it weren’t for those outdated rules of society, marriages would hardly ever work.”
Frank shrugged. “Even with the ease of divorce these days,” he said, “fifty per cent of marriages work out just fine. People get married for the wrong reasons, you know – all the time. Marriages often fail because couples are not compatible. Find the right woman though, Nigel, and you’ll not want to let go of her. Treat her right, and she’ll not want to let go of you, either.”
Nigel nodded. “Well, perhaps it varies from person to person.”
“Perhaps,” said Frank with a smile.
After the last lesson of that afternoon, Melanie met Frank outside the school and suggested the two of them walk home together via the park by the river. Frank happily agreed, and called Angela on Jimmy’s cell phone to tell her not to pick him up. Fortunately she had not yet left the house.
A few minutes later, they were kissing in the shade of a beech tree on the grassy bank of the river. Frank’s hand soon found its way between Melanie’s legs, but she did not resist as he pulled her panties aside and slipped one finger inside her. He was gratified to discover that she had apparently shaved her pussy completely. Crooking his finger, he started stroking her g-spot. It was not long before she broke off from the kiss, uttering little gasps with her eyes closed.
“That feels … so good!” she whispered.
Soon she was moaning and shuddering in the throes of orgasm. Frank continued stroking until her climax had wound down, and then he withdrew his finger. “Nice?” he said.
“Amazing,” she breathed. “I had no idea I could have an orgasm from someone doing that. How the heck do you know so much about girls’ bodies?”
Frank grinned, but did not answer. “I love your skirt today,” he said, changing the subject. “I’m surprised you didn’t get into trouble for it.”
Melanie smiled. “It was fun wearing it. Would you like me to wear it every day at school?”
“Yes please!” said Frank. “Unless you’ve got a shorter one…”
She gasped and swatted him playfully on the arm. “You’re really naughty,” she said. “Isn’t this short enough?”
“Of course – I was only teasing,” he relented apologetically. “I wouldn’t want you to get into trouble.”
They sat in silence for a while, but then Melanie said, “We should get back to my house. I need to go to the loo.” She sighed. “I wish I didn’t have to – I’m enjoying being here with you. And my mum’s home this afternoon, so we won’t have much privacy there.”
“You could do it down by the water’s edge,” Frank suggested. “Nobody would see. And I’ve got a tissue somewhere.” He started to check his pockets.
“That’s no good, I need to … take a dump,” she whispered urgently.
“Oh,” said Frank. Then he grinned slyly. “You could always do it in your panties and empty it out when you get home.”
This so startled her that she was not sure she had heard him correctly. “What?” she said.
Frank shrugged. “Why not?”
“But … the smell! And my panties would be messy! And wouldn’t you be disgusted?”
He shook his head. “We’re outdoors,” he said. “This breeze will carry the smell away. And panties can be washed. And no, I wouldn’t be at all disgusted. I suggested it, didn’t I?” He laid her gently down on the grass and kissed her again, tenderly. “You couldn’t disgust me if you tried,” he said with genuine affection.
She blushed. “Is it … something you want me to do?” she asked.
Frank smiled down at her. “I think it would be sexy,” he said. “But you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to. We could go straight back to your place if you like.”
Melanie thought for a while, then she said, “Okay, I’ll do it.” Still lying on her back, she raised her knees, spread her legs a little, and strained hard. As her anus opened up, Frank placed his lips to hers, and they kissed while she slowly pushed a long, soft poo into her white cotton panties.
“I did it,” she said in a kind of awed whisper, when they pulled apart a couple of minutes later.
“May I see?” asked Frank.
Melanie hesitated, then nodded. Frank sat up and moved around in front of her. Staring at the elongated bulge in Melanie’s panties, he said “Cool!” He smiled at her reassuringly. “Well done, Melanie,” he said. “That was brave of you. Is that all there is?”
She blushed again, and said, “No, there’s more. But I can hold the rest until I get home.”
“Where’s the fun in that, though?” said Frank, grinning. “You might as well finish what you started.”
He lay down beside her and started kissing her again. His hand reached down to her panties and he began to stroke her clitoris through the soft material. Melanie pushed some more, and her anus opened up again. This time, she kept pushing until there was nothing left inside her bowel.
“Okay, that’s all of it,” she reported eventually.
Frank moved around her so that he could get a good look, and he smiled at the sight of the now huge bulge in the back of Melanie’s panties. It had pushed her gusset away from her crotch, so that he could see her newly-shaven pussy.
“That looks wonderful,” he said with a smile as he lay back down beside her.
“It does?” she said with a somewhat mystified expression. “Frank, you’re kind of weird, you know that? But in a good way!” she added hastily at his look of alarm.
He kissed her again, and pulled her body against his, so that she was lying on her side. Reaching down behind her, he cupped the bulge in her panties with his hands, and started pressing it gently into her bottom. The poo squished a little against her anus, and oozed along her gusset. “Does that feel nice, at all?” he asked her.
“A little,” said Melanie, blushing.
“A lot of women do this, you know,” he said. “There are entire websites devoted to the subject.”
”Really?” she asked in surprise.
Frank nodded. “What’s nicer than having something warm, soft and squishy nestling against your bottom and pussy? Of course, no parent would admit that to their children – not after having spent all that time toilet-training them.”
“Wow,” said Melanie. “I’d never have guessed! You really know a lot about sex and stuff, don’t you?”
“Yeah,” said Frank. “Quite a bit.” He chuckled, then froze. “I hear voices,” he whispered. “Better get up.”
Melanie climbed awkwardly to her feet, her poo shifting about in her panties as she moved. She carefully pulled her skirt down at the back, though it was not quite long enough to completely cover the sagging bulge. Frank was already up. “And so,” he said, unnecessarily loudly, “voltage equals current times resistance as long as the temperature is constant.”
“What are you doing?” whispered Melanie, and then she said “Oh!”
Nigel, David and Paul had all just appeared, coming around the edge of a large rhododendron that had fortunately kept them out of view up until now. The three of them stopped in surprise when they saw Melanie with Frank.
“What’s this?” inquired Nigel. “Are you two … together?”
“Goodness, no,” said Frank with a laugh. “I wish! No, I’m just helping Melanie with her physics homework.”
“Where is it, then?” asked David suspiciously.
“We’d only just got here,” said Melanie quickly. “Frank was explaining some formulas and things to me.”
“Well I’m having a little trouble with my physics, too,” said Nigel. “And since you seem such an expert, suddenly, maybe you could help me out?”
“Me too,” said Paul. “I’m crap at physics.”
“I suppose mine could use some improvement,” said David, who was actually pretty good at the subject. “Mind if we join you?”
Melanie shot a panicked look at Frank, who quickly assessed the wind direction. “I don’t see why not,” he said, unwilling to arouse further suspicion. “Take a seat, chaps.”
The three boys sat down on the grass, fortunately upwind of Frank and Melanie. Frank gave her a reassuring look and motioned for her to sit down. With a slightly troubled expression, she did so, though she half knelt, sitting on just her left buttock so that she would not squish her poo everywhere. Her position looked natural enough, with one hand planted on the ground a foot or so to the left of her left leg, but for her it was uncharacteristically modest, and this did not escape the boys’ attention. After Frank had been talking physics for two minutes, Nigel said, “Hey Melanie, did you get shy all of a sudden?”
Melanie blushed, but said nothing. Frank said crossly, “Do you want me to help you with your physics or not?”
“Go on Mel – show us your knickers,” said David, amused. “That’s a smashing skirt you’ve got on today.”
“Thanks,” she said, but she did not dare show her panties in case she inadvertently revealed that they were full of poo.
“You got something to hide?” inquired Nigel.
“Maybe she has,” said Paul, grinning. He got to his feet. “Shall we see what it is?”
“Yeah,” said Nigel, his eyes glinting.
Frank looked down at Melanie, who looked back up at him with a pleading look. He took a deep breath. “The reason Melanie’s being so shy,” he said, “is that she and I have made a bet. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t ruin it for us.”
Paul stopped where he was. “A bet?” he said.
“What kind of bet?” asked David.
“I’ve bet Melanie that if she can go an entire week without showing her panties to anyone at school, I’ll strip naked in the refectory and sing the national anthem.”
All three boys burst out laughing. Melanie looked stunned. “You’d do that?” exclaimed Paul.
“I can think of nothing I wouldn’t rather do,” confessed Frank, “but I’m convinced Melanie will slip up and show her panties to someone before next Friday afternoon. Then I’ll be in the clear.”
“And what does Melanie have to do if she does show her panties?” asked David shrewdly.
“The same thing,” said Melanie, before Frank could respond. “I’ll have to strip naked in the refectory and sing the national anthem too.”
There was more laughter, and Nigel clapped his hands. “Now that I’d like to see!” he said.
“Me too,” said David. “We need more bets of this kind at school.”
“So, are we going to take a look at Melanie’s panties or what?” asked Paul.
“I’m afraid the bet’s off if she’s forced to show them,” said Frank.
David nodded. “Forget it, Paul,” he said. “We’ll just keep an eye on her at school on Monday.” He yawned. “Anyway I’m bored of physics now. Who wants to play some football?”
“Hell yeah!” said Nigel, and Paul nodded.
“We’ll leave you to your homework, then,” said David to Frank and Melanie, and he sauntered off with the other two boys in tow.
“Thank goodness!” exclaimed Melanie, when they were out of earshot. “And thank you – that was quick thinking.”
Frank sighed. “You’re welcome,” he said. “But you’ve put us in a difficult position. I wanted to make the bet sound impressive, but I didn’t actually intend to go through with it – I figured you would show your panties and I’d be off the hook. I was going to make your forfeit something simple that you wouldn’t mind doing.”
“Oh,” said Melanie, crestfallen. Then, finally, realization hit her. “Oh no! You mean … oh no!”
“Don’t worry,” said Frank heavily. “I’ll go through with it. Just make sure nobody sees your panties next week, okay?”
She looked at him with an awed expression. “You’d do that … you’d strip naked in the refectory … for me?”
Frank nodded. “It won’t be as bad for me,” he said. “I’m already low on the social ladder. You’ve got more to lose.”
She hugged him suddenly. “Thank you,” she whispered. Then she lay down on her back, raising her knees into the air so she would not squish her poo too much. “Jimmy,” she said, “I want you to have sex with me.”
Frank, startled, looked around. “Here?” he said. “Now?”
“Here and now,” she said, holding out her arms to him. Then she considered the mechanics of the idea. “Oh, but … I’ll get clean in the river first.”
Frank shook his head. “That’s not necessary,” he said. “But … we went through this yesterday. You’re too young.”
“I’m ready,” she said, with an air of certainty. “And … I … love you.”
Frank’s heart leaped and sang. That had to be Jimmy’s reaction, he reflected briefly. As Frank, he knew that what Melanie was feeling was not love – it was just an infatuation. And he himself… “Listen,” he said. “I am very fond of you, Melanie, but love doesn’t just come in a couple of days.”
“It did for me,” said Melanie. “If you don’t love me then…” Tears appeared in her eyes. “Maybe you will after we…”
He bent down and kissed her. “Melanie,” he said softly, “having sex isn’t going to suddenly turn my affection for you into love. Nor will our relationship suffer if we don’t have sex right now. Love will come eventually, I’m sure of it.” But his resolve was weakening. Those pesky teenage hormones were demanding action. His erection was pressing uncomfortably against the front of his trousers.
“Don’t you want me?” she said sadly, looking deep into his eyes.
He felt himself melt. “Oh believe me,” he said fervently. “I want you … very badly. I want to plunge myself deep inside you and fuck you like there’s no tomorrow. But it’s … wrong. It’s … too soon.”
“I want you to f… fuck me, too,” whispered Melanie. “Fuck me, Jimmy. Fuck me.”
“Oh God,” whispered Frank. And then he was fumbling frantically at his zip and belt. A moment later, he had pulled the gusset of Melanie’s panties aside and his rather small erection was pressing between her pussy lips. Then he cursed. “Damn, I need some lubrication.” He was part-way in, but she was tight and the friction was uncomfortable. He could see by her face that she was finding this painful.
“Use … my poo,” she gasped.
Frank reached into the back of her panties and grabbed a small chunk of poo. Smearing it all around the opening of her vagina and pushing a little inside her, he tried again, easing the head of his penis into her virgin cunt. This time he got a little further, but she winced, and he pulled out again. “Sorry,” he said. “I think I need to use more.”
She nodded, and he grabbed another little chunk of poo. Pushing it into her vagina, he used one finger to poke it deep inside. Then he fetched another piece, larger this time, and pushed that inside too. It squished messily around her opening, but he worked it gradually inwards, and soon had it all inside. He was finding this a huge turn-on. He took hold of another chunk, larger still, and began working it into her vagina.
“Isn’t that enough?” she whispered.
“I’m enjoying filling your cunt with your poo,” he replied softly. “Do you want me to stop?”
She looked a little disheartened. “Are you still going to fuck me?” she asked.
“Yes!” he said.
This appeased her. “Just don’t put too much in,” she said.
He finished pushing the latest chunk of poo deep into her vagina, and went back for some more. This was another large chunk – the biggest yet. “Just this last piece,” he murmured, as he fed it into her bit by bit. It took a couple of minutes to get it all inside, but eventually he said, “Okay – here we go.”
He eased his erection into her, and this time it slid inside without fuss. She still winced a bit, but he was now buried to the hilt. He began thrusting, his little cock lubricated by her poo as it squelched in and out of her. She moaned softly.
It did not take long. The sensation was too intense for his inexperienced member, and he soon climaxed with a gasp. He could not feel anything emerge, which was all to the good. He slumped on top of Melanie, and she put her arms around him and kissed his ear.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
After a moment’s panting, Frank raised himself up on his hands and looked down into her eyes. “Was that okay for you?” he asked. “I know the first time can be a little disappointing…”
“It was … good,” she said. “It hurt though.”
Frank nodded. “That’s inevitable,” he said. “Next time it will be better. A little. After a few times, it shouldn’t hurt at all, as long as we lubricate properly.” Then a worried thought occurred to him. “If there is a next time. Do you want there to be a next time?”
Melanie smiled, and nodded. “Of course,” she said. “I love you.”
Frank resisted the urge to sigh. It would only hurt her feelings. Instead he smiled and kissed her cheek. His wilting member popped free of Melanie’s cunt, and he said, “We need to clean up.”
“You go and wash in the river,” said Melanie. “I’ll just lie here for a while, I think. I’ll need to clean up at home, anyway.”
Frank took off his trousers and underpants, which were still clean, and walked down to the water’s edge. Cleaning his penis thoroughly, he reflected that it was convenient that he did not have any pubic hair yet. Or did he? Closer examination revealed two dark hairs. Cool!
Looking up at Melanie, he found himself looking right between her legs at her pussy. Her panties were mostly still tucked to one side, and he could see a bit of poo sticking out of her cunt. The back of her panties was still bulging with poo – he had not made much of a dent with his excavations. Drying himself as well as he could with his shirt, he climbed the bank again and put on his underwear and trousers.
“Melanie,” he said, “you are the sexiest, most wonderful girl I have ever known.”
She smiled at him, but a little sadly, he thought. “What’s wrong?” he asked. Then the full weight of adult guilt fell upon him and he said, “Oh God – it was too soon, I know. What the hell’s the matter with me?” He shook his head and sighed.
Melanie put a hand on his arm. “No, no,” she said. “It’s nothing like that. It’s just … well, when I imagined my first time … I didn’t imagine that I’d have poo in my panties and in my … pussy, and…” She bit her lip.
Frank kissed her. “I’m sorry,” he said. “We should have waited until we were home alone and could use baby oil or something.”
She sighed. “I didn’t want to wait, though. It’s fine – really, it’s fine.” Then she turned quizzical eyes on him. “How was it for you?”
Frank chuckled. “It was amazing,” he said. “I’m sorry you didn’t like the whole poo thing, but I thought that was fantastic – I couldn’t believe you were letting me push poo inside you, and having sex with you like that … well, it was beyond fabulous. I can’t imagine a better, more erotic first time.”
Melanie shook her head in wonder, but she was smiling. “I find it so strange that my poo turns you on,” she said. “I find it … disgusting. Isn’t that normal?”
“Yes,” admitted Frank. “To most people, poo is disgusting. I know I’d hate to do a poo in my own underwear. But the fact that it’s you … I don’t know … it makes it special and sexy.”
He helped Melanie to her feet, and the two of them walked slowly towards Melanie’s house. “Would you want me to poo in my panties again?” she asked.
“Ooh yes!” said Frank. Then he cast a quick look at her. “If you’re willing, of course. If you don’t like doing it, then don’t, but personally I’d like to see you take all your dumps in your panties.”
“Then that’s what I’ll do,” said Melanie with a decisive tone. “Every poo will go in my panties.”
He stopped and hugged her and kissed her passionately. He could not help himself.
They arrived at her house twenty minutes later after a leisurely stroll. Melanie was relieved. “My mum isn’t here,” she said. “She must have gone shopping.” She turned and smiled at him. “Well, I guess I’ll go and clean up. Thanks for … everything.” She kissed him on the lips.
“Do you think I’d leave you to clean up by yourself?” inquired Frank. “Abandon you in your hour of need? I don’t think so. Unless you’d rather be alone, I’ll come in and clean you up myself. I’ll have you perfectly pristine, inside and out, and smelling of roses in no time.”
She smiled happily. “Come in then.” She took out her key and they entered the house.
“Go up to the bathroom, take your clothes off, and run some warm water into the basin,” said Frank. “I’ll be up in a minute.” As Melanie went upstairs, he could not resist hanging around at the foot of the stairs so that he could look up her tiny skirt at the large sagging bulge in her panties. Once she had disappeared, he went into the kitchen and started hunting through drawers. Soon he found what he was looking for – a turkey baster. Clutching his prize, he hurried upstairs.
Melanie was standing in front of the basin, wearing just her bra and panties. The basin was half full, and she was staring into it with a wistful expression. To Frank’s eyes, she looked suddenly gorgeous. He had stopped thinking of her as a girl much younger than himself – she was a girl his own age, and she loved him. “Wow,” breathed Frank, “you look so beautiful!”
“Thank you,” said Melanie, turning to look at him.
“I wish I could take a photo of you, staring into that basin. It would make a wonderful shot. What were you thinking about?”
Melanie smiled, and shook her head. “Nothing – it’s silly.”
“I don’t believe that,” said Frank. “Tell me.”
“Well, I was just thinking that I’m in love with you, and you don’t love me, and you’re going to get tired of me and find some other girl…”
”Oh hush,” said Frank. “That’s not going to happen. How many girls do you think would take a dump in their panties for me? And then let me fill their cunt with poo? Trust me, Melanie – when the time comes, you’ll do the leaving.”
She shook her head. “I won’t, Jimmy. I swear I won’t. And I’m not going to be ashamed of going out with you any more. On Monday, I’ll tell the whole school that I’m your girlfriend. I’ll tell them all that you’re the best, most wonderful boyfriend a girl could have.”
A lump came unbidden into Frank’s throat. To his horror, tears sprang to his eyes. ‘I must not cry!’ he told himself. ‘I’m thirty-seven years old! Not fourteen! I’m not a little kid!’ Yet the tears ran down his cheeks as he said, “That’s so sweet of you, Melanie. I think maybe I am falling in love with you after all.”
The two of them embraced, both crying, and then started kissing passionately. Frank found himself getting hard again. They sank to the floor, locked at the mouth, and Frank unclasped her bra. She helped him take it off, and he squeezed and caressed her beautiful, soft breasts which she had been one of the first in their year to develop.
He drew away from her long enough to take off his own clothes, and then he lay down on top of her as she spread her legs for him. His erection prodded at her cunt, but the poo around the opening was getting dry. “I need more lubricant,” he said. “Shall I fetch some baby oil or something?”
“I already have poo inside me,” she whispered. “Just use more of that if you like.”
Frank didn’t need telling twice. He pulled a large chunk of poo out of the back of her panties and started pushing it inside her. When it was all pushed deep, he went back for more, and then more, and then more, while kissing her continuously. Eventually he got to a point where poo was being forced out around his prodding fingers, and he knew that she was full. Taking another small handful of poo from the back of her panties, he cupped her shaven pussy with his hand and smeared poo all over it, working it into every crevice and fold, even under her clitoral hood.
He placed the tip of his erection at the entrance of her vagina, and thrust deep. He sank up to the hilt almost immediately, poo splurging out around the sides of his penis. It was a strange sensation, fucking a cunt that was packed with poo – but it felt great. He was not far from his climax already, but he wanted to see what it looked like, so he raised himself up on his arms and looked down at his poo-smeared penis dipping in and out of Melanie’s cunt.
And this is what Melanie’s mother saw when she reached the top of the stairs and looked into the bathroom to see what the noise was. She screamed. “WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?” she cried.
Melanie screamed too. Frank’s blood ran cold, and he withdrew from Melanie and jumped to his feet, placing his hands over his rapidly wilting erection. Melanie sat up and hugged her knees, petrified.
Mrs. Stuart stormed into the bathroom, her expression grim, and gathered up Frank’s clothes with one hand. Then she grabbed hold of him by the ear and marched him out of the room, down the stairs, and up to the front door. Frank was gabbling excuses all the way, but Mrs. Stuart was not interested.
Finally, Frank tore himself free of her. “Wait, Mrs. Stuart!” he yelled. “By all means throw me out on to the street – naked, no less – but first, please listen to what I have to say!”
She folded her arms and raised an eyebrow. “Well?” she said, in a tone of voice that indicated very clearly that whatever he said, it would not make any difference.
Frank took a deep breath. “Mrs. Stuart, I just want you to know all the facts before you make a snap judgment. Here’s the story. Melanie and I have been getting quite close over the last few days. We decided to walk home from school along the river, but on the way Melanie had a bit of an … accident. She was very distressed about it, as I am sure you can imagine, and worried that I would be so disgusted that I wouldn’t like her any more. Now, I am in love with Melanie, and I told her that. I also told her that a little thing like an accident in her underwear wouldn’t change that. To prove that I still loved her and didn’t care about her accident, I kissed her. She kissed me back. We walked the rest of the way here, and we were just starting to clean her up when … I’m afraid we got a little passionate.
“Now, I’m sure that your youth is not so far away that you have forgotten what it is like to be a teenager in love. We are young, we are not clever in the ways of the world yet. We do foolish, silly things sometimes. Our hormones are all over the place, and … Mrs. Stuart, I implore you … don’t judge us too harshly for making a silly mistake like this. We both know we’ve done wrong. We’re both feeling horribly guilty right now, and terrified about the consequences. I’m sure Melanie’s sitting up there in floods of tears, frightened by what you’ll think of her now you’ve seen her … like that. I know that I’m standing here, terrified that you’ll forbid me from seeing Melanie again.
“Mrs. Stuart, please, I know that you have an absolute imperative to look after your daughter, to protect her from harm and all the bad things in the world … but please, I’m not one of those bad things. I’m just, like Melanie, a kid in love who’s just done a very silly thing. Please be compassionate about that and … help us. We need your guidance, your advice, your understanding … we need your help.”
Mrs. Stuart still had pursed lips, but she had listened to every word and was apparently surprised to hear such an eloquent speech come from someone so young. For a moment she said nothing. Then she softened. “You’re fourteen years old, Jimmy! Whatever possessed the two of you to try sex at this age? You’re children!”
Frank hung his head. “It’s really quite common among kids of our age, these days,” he said. “I thought that I was more sensible than that – we both did – but we … just got carried away.”
Mrs. Stuart nodded. “So it seems. I blame the movies, myself. And the television. So much sex in the media these days.” She sighed. Then she shook herself. “But you should have at least known to use some protection! Haven’t you learned at least that much in sex education classes? Now I’m going to have to take Melanie to the doctor to get a morning-after pill.”
“That won’t be necessary, Mrs. Stuart,” said Frank dolefully. He leaned towards her and whispered, “I … can’t produce … anything.”
A momentary look of amusement appeared on Mrs. Stuart’s face, but it quickly vanished. She said firmly, “Get yourself upstairs and into the shower, young man – wash that filth off you.” She looked up to the top of the stairs, where a wide-eyed Melanie had been eavesdropping on their conversation. “You too, Melanie!”
She followed Frank upstairs and stood with her arms folded, watching them, while they climbed into the bath and switched the shower on. Melanie pulled down her panties, which still had a considerable amount of poo in the back, and kicked them towards the plughole. Then she began washing poo from her buttocks and pussy, while Frank cleaned his penis and other parts of his groin that had got messy.
Mrs. Stuart, who was peering around the end of the shower curtain, gasped. “Did you … shave yourself, Melanie?”
“Mum!” exclaimed Melanie plaintively. “That’s private! Do you really have to watch?”
“Yes,” she said grimly. “Apparently the two of you can’t be left alone together.”
“I think we’ve learned our lesson, Mum!” said Melanie.
“Nevertheless, I’m staying here until you both get cleaned up and dressed,” said Mrs. Stuart.
Frank turned to her. “Mrs. Stuart, I wonder if you would be so good as to fill that turkey baster with the warm water that’s in the basin. Melanie really ought to clean herself … inside, you know.”
Mrs. Stuart grimaced in revulsion, but she nodded. “What a disgusting mess you two made. Whatever possessed you to have sex before at least cleaning Melanie up?”
Melanie seemed about to respond, but Frank shook his head at her. The question, he knew, was rhetorical – there was no good answer. A moment later, he took the turkey baster from Mrs. Stuart, and instructed Melanie to put one leg on the side of the bath.
“Can’t she do that herself?” asked Mrs. Stuart sharply, as Frank made to insert the baster into Melanie’s vagina.
“I’d rather Jimmy do it,” said Melanie. “It was his idea – I’d never have thought of it. He seems to know what he’s doing, and I don’t.”
“I’d like to be sure to get all the mess out,” said Frank to Mrs. Stuart. “Unless you’d like to do it yourself? It’ll take a few tries.”
Mrs. Stuart shook her head. She had no desire to deal with her daughter’s poo. Those days were long gone.
Melanie uttered a little sigh of pleasure as Frank slowly inserted the long baster into her cunt. Then she squealed as Frank squeezed the bulb and she felt warm water rushing into her.
“Oh my God,” said Mrs. Stuart, putting a hand to her mouth as she saw thick brown gloop pouring out of Melanie’s vagina around the sides of the baster. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
Frank withdrew the baster, washed it off, and passed it to Mrs. Stuart. “Please could you refill that, Mrs. Stuart?”
She nodded and took it to the basin. When she returned, she handed it to Frank, who slid it back into Melanie’s cunt. This time, however, he positioned himself so that his head was between Mrs. Stuart and Melanie’s pussy. Deprived of her view, Mrs. Stuart did not object. Frank, however, took this opportunity to stroke Melanie’s clitoris with his free hand. Her knee buckled slightly, and she gasped. Frank squeezed the bulb again, then withdrew the baster and washed it. Handing it back to Mrs. Stuart, he continued to stimulate Melanie’s clit while her mother returned to the basin. He stopped when she came back, but started up again as he inserted the baster for the third time. Melanie’s gasps became more pronounced, and she began to moan softly.
“Try not to enjoy this,” said Mrs. Stuart, looking at her daughter’s rapturous face with stern disapproval.
“The water … feels so nice!” said Melanie as she approached her climax.
“I’m sorry Mrs. Stuart,” said Frank, passing the baster back to her. “The water now just looks a bit muddy – I’m sure a couple more times will do it.”
As Mrs. Stuart went back to the basin, Frank inserted a finger into Melanie’s cunt and started stroking her g-spot while rapidly rubbing her clitoris with the middle finger of his other hand. Melanie tried desperately to keep quiet, but a little squeak emerged from her tightly pursed lips. Frank quickly withdrew both hands as Mrs. Stuart came back and poked her head round the end of the curtain with a suspicious look.
“Here,” she said, handing the full baster to Frank.
“Thank you,” he said, and he turned back to Melanie’s pussy. Sliding the baster into her vagina, he slowly squeezed it while stroking her clit faster than ever with his free hand. Melanie exploded into orgasm, moaning and panting loudly.
“Melanie!” Mrs. Stuart shrieked.
“I’m sorry Mum, it just feels so good!” gasped Melanie.
“I’m very sorry Mrs. Stuart,” said Frank, turning with an apologetic look on his face. “That seems to be it, though – only water came out that time.”
“Well thank goodness for that!” said Mrs. Stuart. “Now if you’re both completely clean, then you can get out of there, dry yourselves off, and get dressed.”
“If you like,” said Frank, “I’ll stay and clean the tub and the floor while Melanie goes to get dressed. I’m sure you don’t want to have to do that yourself.”
Mrs. Stuart nodded. “Yes, well, I think that’s the least you can do under the circumstances.”
Melanie climbed out of the tub and took a towel off the rail. As she dried herself, Frank started washing her panties under the shower head.
“You can get dry in your bedroom,” said Mrs. Stuart. “Come on – let’s leave Jimmy to clean up in here.” She picked up the pile of Melanie’s clothes and followed her daughter out of the room.
Frank, finally out of sight of Melanie’s mother, began masturbating furiously. It had been hard to keep Mrs. Stuart from seeing his erection – he had been terribly turned on by Melanie having an orgasm in front of her own mother. He soon came, and a couple of sticky droplets dripped from the end of his penis. Then he finished cleaning out the tub and, getting out, wiped up the smears of poo from the bathroom floor. He dried himself and got dressed, then took Melanie’s stained but approximately clean panties out of the bathroom. He almost ran into Mrs. Stuart.
“These should probably be washed right away,” he said, holding up the panties. “Where’s your laundry basket? I’ll grab a load of light-coloured things and put them in the washing machine for you.”
Mrs. Stuart stared at him as if unsure what to make of him, then she led him through to the main bedroom and indicated a laundry hamper. Frank gathered up an armful of white or very pale clothing, and headed downstairs to the kitchen, where he had seen the washing machine earlier. He piled the clothes in, added detergent and fabric softener, turned the dial to an appropriate setting, and pulled the button out.
“You do a lot of laundry at home?” inquired Mrs. Stuart, who was watching him with curiosity.
“I’ve done enough to know my way around a washing machine,” said Frank cheerfully. Then he sobered up. “Mrs. Stuart,” he said, “perhaps we could talk about … the future.”
Her face took on a harder look. “Yes,” she said. “I’m debating whether or not to tell your parents about what just happened.”
Frank nodded. “I understand,” he said, hanging his head. “You must do what you feel is right, of course.”
She sighed with exasperation. “Jimmy, I can’t help but like you. You seem … different … from when I last saw you. Admittedly that was a couple of years ago, but you seem to have matured an awful lot since then. You obviously realize you’ve done wrong, but I’m sure that at least some of the blame can be laid at Melanie’s feet. I don’t want to forbid you to see her again – you obviously care for each other a lot, and believe it or not I do remember what it’s like to be your age. But I don’t want you to have sex with each other! That’s just wrong for kids of your age!”
“I know,” said Frank humbly. “Please, just … tell me how you’re going to punish me. And don’t be too hard on Melanie … it was my responsibility to stop things before they went too far.”
“That’s just nonsense – she could have stopped it too … I’m sure you didn’t force her.”
“Of course not!” said Frank quickly, looking up in shock. “I’d never do anything to hurt her.”
She smiled at him, then. “I know,” she said. “But you really must act more responsibly from now on. I’m not going to punish you, Jimmy – I think our little talk has done enough to impress on you the severity of the situation. I’ll have a long chat with Melanie, too. For now, though, I think you should go home. I won’t tell your parents – I think it would only make matters worse.”
Frank nodded. “I can’t thank you enough for being so understanding,” he said. “Melanie is so lucky to have a mum like you.” He walked to the front door, picking up his school bag from the hallway. Then he turned and said, “May I see Melanie tomorrow?”
“I suppose so,” said Mrs. Stuart. “But I don’t want the two of you going off anywhere on your own. You can come here. I have to go out in the afternoon, so you should probably come in the morning.”
Frank smiled happily. “Thank you,” he said. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
He returned home with a happy heart. He almost sang as he opened the front door and walked in, but he knew that Angela and Jimmy might both be home by now and did not want to seem silly in front of them. He was still master of this house, damnit!
He climbed the stairs, and was about to enter the spare bedroom when he heard noises from the master bedroom. His bedroom. Puzzled, he crossed the landing and walked in. Then he gasped in horror.
Angela – his wife – was naked and bouncing up and down on top of … Jimmy! Of course it was Frank’s body, but…
“Angie!” he yelled.
Angela stopped bouncing and turned. “Get out!” she said. “Give your father and me some privacy, will you?”
“He’s not my father!” cried Frank, incensed.
“Whatever – just get out!” said Angela. Then she turned away from him and resumed her bouncing.
Frank stormed out and slammed the door. This was too much!
Yet … what right had he to complain? He was having sex with another woman – or girl, rather. He sighed and shut himself in his room. When was this stupid wish going to reverse itself? ‘I wish I was back in my own body,’ he said to himself. ‘I wish I was back in my own body.’ But nothing happened.
The following morning, after breakfast, he dashed off to Melanie’s house. Ringing the doorbell, he waited until it was answered by Mr. Stuart, a balding man with ferocious eyebrows. “Hello, Mr. Stuart.”
“You here to see Melanie?” inquired Mr. Stuart. “She’s not up yet. You can wait in the living room.” He stood aside to let Frank in, and Frank walked past him into the living room, where he sat down.
“My wife tells me you were here yesterday afternoon,” said Mr. Stuart. “I didn’t know you and Melanie were … going out. She’s always talking about that Nigel fellow.”
Frank frowned slightly. “Well, hopefully that will change,” he said. “Melanie and I have only just started going out.”
Mr. Stuart nodded. “Well, behave yourselves. I’m just going out to the computer fair. Trudy … my wife … will be down in just a moment.” He turned, walked to the front door, and left the house.
Frank waited, then he heard footsteps coming down the stairs. “Darling, can you give me a massage? My back’s killing me,” came Mrs. Stuart’s voice, and then she walked into the living room, wearing only her bra and panties. She had quite a lovely figure, with ample breasts – Frank could certainly see where Melanie got her chest from.
Her jaw dropped when she saw Frank, and then she squealed and covered her bra and panties with her hands as well as she could. Frank immediately averted his eyes. “I’m sorry Mrs. Stuart!” he said.
“So am I!” she replied. “I didn’t know you were here. Excuse me!” She turned and fled upstairs. Frank’s gaze followed her – he was delighted to see she was wearing a thong. On an impulse, he got to his feet and trotted up the stairs after her.
”Mrs. Stuart,” he said. “I couldn’t help hearing that you have a sore back. I’m quite good at massages – I’d be happy to try to make you feel better if you like.”
She stuck her head around her bedroom door. “That’s sweet of you,” she said, “but it probably wouldn’t be appropriate.”
“Oh,” said Frank. “Oh yes – I see what you mean. Well, perhaps I could ask Melanie if she would mind?”
“Um, that’s not quite what I meant,” said Mrs. Stuart. Then she sighed. “My back really could use a massage, though. Are you really a good masseur? You’re full of surprises, Jimmy. Perhaps you should ask Melanie, after all – and if she’s happy about you giving me a massage, you can come through here. Don’t go into her room, though – talk to her through the door.”
“Right you are, Mrs. Stuart,” said Frank. He knocked on Melanie’s bedroom door. “Melanie?”
The door opened, and there was Melanie, looking rather disheveled and wearing just a t-shirt (which stopped a couple of inches above her belly button) and panties. “Hi Jimmy!” she said with a smile. Then she gave a start. “Oh, I look horrible!” she said, and closed the door. “Give me a few minutes!”
“Well, Melanie, your mum’s got a really sore back. Would it be okay with you if I gave her a massage? I’m quite good at that sort of thing, you see, and I’m sure I could help her.”
The door opened again. Melanie was looking startled.
“If you don’t want me to, I’ll completely understand,” said Frank. “I know it must seem a bit … weird.”
“No … that’s okay,” said Melanie, frowning a little. Then she brightened. “But you’ll have to give me one, too,” she said.
“Okay,” he said with a smile. “Why don’t you join us in your mum’s bedroom when you’re ready?”
She nodded and closed the door again. Frank fetched some baby oil from the bathroom, and went through to Mrs. Stuart’s bedroom. She was lying stretched out on the bed, face down, a towel draped over her middle. She was still wearing her bra.
“Hi,” said Frank. “This will be easier if you take your bra off, Mrs. Stuart. I’ll turn around while you do that.” He turned and waited.
There was a long pause, followed by a sigh and an “Oh very well” from Mrs. Stuart. A moment later she said, “Okay.”
He turned back and came around the side of the bed. It was rather exciting to think that she was now wearing only a thong, even though it was covered by the towel. He poured some baby oil on to his hands and rubbed them together to warm up the liquid. Then he placed his hands either side of Mrs. Stuart’s spine, and began to knead her muscles.
“Goodness,” he said, “you’re all knotted up. Looks like you need this pretty badly!”
“I suppose I do,” she said. “Mmm, that feels good.”
A minute later, she was positively sighing with pleasure. “You’re so good at this!” she said. “Where on Earth did you learn?”
“My w… mum often needs a massage,” he said. “Practice makes perfect, I guess.” Then he said, “I hope you don’t mind my saying this, Mrs. Stuart, but you have an amazing figure. I can see where Melanie gets it from.”
Mrs. Stuart chuckled. “That’s very sweet of you,” she said. “And very nice to hear from someone of … your generation.”
“You’re welcome,” said Frank. He moved down to the small of her back, eliciting pleasurable moans from her. “Mrs. Stuart, I need to get under this towel a bit – is it okay if I take it off you?”
“No!” said Mrs. Stuart. “Pull it down as far as you need to, but I want it covering my bottom.”
“Okay.” Frank carefully folded the towel back until it uncovered the waistband of Mrs. Stuart’s thong and a couple of inches of the string. Then he started kneading the muscles at the base of her back.
“Ohh, that’s amazing,” moaned Mrs. Stuart. “You have magic fingers!”
A few minutes later, Melanie came in, wearing a towel. She gasped when she saw her mother’s state of undress. “Mum!” she exclaimed, looking alarmed. “You’re naked!”
“Relax, Melanie, she’s still wearing her panties, and this towel,” said Frank. “I’m not doing anything … improper, I promise you.”
“All the same,” said Mrs. Stuart, “I am feeling a little exposed. Ohhh….” She broke off as Frank ran his hands up both sides of her spine and started working on her shoulders.
“Jimmy said I could have a massage too,” said Melanie, jumping on to the bed and lying down next to her mother.
“Oh did he?” inquired Mrs. Stuart with a slight frown.
“It was a condition of being allowed to massage you,” said Frank. “I never thought to get your permission, though – for which I apologise. Will it be okay?”
“As long as I’m here to chaperone, I suppose so,” said Mrs. Stuart.
Melanie took off her towel and laid it over her bottom, like her mother had done. As she did so, Frank glimpsed enough bare flesh to know that she was naked underneath the towel. He smiled at her and she grinned back.
“I’m just about done with your back,” he said to Mrs. Stuart. “Would you like me to do your arms and legs? Or should I move on to Melanie?”
“A full body massage?” said Mrs. Stuart with closed eyes and a contented smile. “Sounds nice. Go for it.”
“Hey!” said Melanie grumpily. “When’s it going to be my turn? I’d better get the full body massage too!”
“Oh hush,” said Mrs. Stuart. “You’ll get your turn.”
Frank gave Mrs. Stuart’s arms a quick massage, then he turned to her legs. Starting with her feet, he worked his way gradually up her legs. As he kneaded her thighs, he folded her towel carefully upwards until the lowest parts of her buttocks were revealed. He took hold of her legs, each in turn, and moved them slightly apart so that he could clearly see the gusset of her thong as it tapered to a string. He could not help noticing it was rather wet. He carefully kneaded each thigh in turn, and Mrs. Stuart made appreciative happy sounds. He worked his way higher and higher, until he was grazing her buttocks. As he kneaded the very top of her inner thighs, his hand brushed against the gusset of her thong.
“You’re being naughty,” said Mrs. Stuart, without moving a muscle. “Stop that.”
“What’s he doing?” Melanie demanded. “What are you doing, Jimmy?”
“I’m sorry,” he said. “I guess I got a little close to your mum’s bottom. Sorry Mrs. Stuart.” He moved his hands down a little.
A minute later, he stopped. “Well, that’s it I guess,” he said. “I hope that helped, Mrs. Stuart.”
“More than you can imagine,” she murmured happily. “Thank you so much.”
“My turn now,” said Melanie.
Frank walked around to the other side of the bed, climbed on, and knelt down next to Melanie. Pouring some more baby oil on to his fingers, he started massaging her back, although her muscles were soft and supple and did not need it. He worked his way downwards until he reached the small of her back, then he folded back the towel to reveal the top half of her buttocks. Glancing over at Mrs. Stuart, he saw that her eyes were closed, so he started massaging Melanie’s buttocks. Then he pushed the towel further down, so that her entire bottom was revealed, and slipped a finger between her legs. He found her clitoris and began to rub it.
Melanie soon began to utter little gasps of pleasure, but Mrs. Stuart did not react. Soon, her deep breathing made it plain that she had fallen asleep. Frank pulled Melanie’s towel off completely, leaving her naked. Parting her legs, he oiled up two fingers and pushed them into Melanie’s vagina. She moaned with ecstasy as he started stroking her g-spot.
A few minutes later, she climaxed, moaning into a pillow to muffle the noise. Still Mrs. Stuart slept, so Frank quickly dropped his jeans and underpants, and oiled up his erection. He lay down on top of Melanie, and slid his penis inside her. She gasped with pleasure, and whispered, “That didn’t hurt at all!”
“It’s the oil,” he whispered back. “Hush.” He began thrusting inside her, and soon the bed was shaking in time to his movements. Mrs. Stuart stirred, and Frank stopped in alarm. She did not wake up, however, so he resumed fucking Melanie. Soon enough he came, whereupon he collapsed on top of his girlfriend.
“I love you,” whispered Melanie. “You were great yesterday, you know. I’ll bet you can talk your way out of anything!”
“I’d rather not put that to the test,” he murmured in reply, and he climbed off her, replaced the towel, and resumed his massage. “Mrs. Stuart? Are you asleep?”
Mrs. Stuart came to with a start. “Goodness,” she said, “I must have drifted off.” She pushed herself up to a sitting position, then remembered too late that she was topless. “Oh no!” she said, grabbing her bra and covering herself.
“Don’t worry Mrs. Stuart, I didn’t see anything,” lied Frank.
“Good,” said Mrs. Stuart. She put her bra on, then got up off the bed. Walking over to her dresser, she opened a drawer and pulled out a t-shirt. Frank had a very nice view of her bottom as she bent over. She put the t-shirt on, then grabbed a pair of jeans off the back of a chair and pulled them on. “Well, thank you very much for my massage, Jimmy – I feel ten times better. Melanie – are you actually wearing anything under that towel?”
“Um, no,” confessed Melanie. “But does it matter? I’ve got the towel.”
“Yes, well,” said Mrs. Stuart, “I think I’ll just stay until you’ve had your massage and got dressed. I don’t trust the two of you on your own together, particularly if you’re naked.”
Frank finished massaging Melanie under Mrs. Stuart’s watchful eye, and then Melanie wrapped herself up in her towel and returned to her room.
“Have you had any breakfast?” asked Mrs. Stuart.
“No,” said Frank. “I pretty much just brushed my teeth and came straight here this morning.”
“Yes, well, perhaps you should aim to give us a little more time to get up in future,” she said. “At nine o’clock on a Saturday morning a lot of people are still in bed.”
“I’m sorry,” said Frank. “I didn’t think of that – I was just so anxious to get over here and spend as much time as possible with Melanie before you go out.”
She smiled at him. “Well, why don’t you come downstairs and have some breakfast with us? I’m sure Melanie will join us in a moment.”
They went down to the kitchen, and Frank helped himself to some cereal. Mrs. Stuart made herself some toast, and they were in the middle of eating when Melanie entered the room, wearing just her bra and panties.
“Melanie!” said her mother, shocked. “Go and put something more on!”
“But Mum, I walk around the house in my underwear all the time!” objected Melanie. “So do you!”
“Not in front of company!” said Mrs. Stuart.
“But he’s my boyfriend!” said Melanie.
“Only because I’m being far more lenient about yesterday than I should,” said Mrs. Stuart. “You should consider yourself lucky I don’t ground you for a year and stop you seeing him!”
“Perhaps you should put something on,” Frank said gently to Melanie, putting a hand on her arm. “The last thing I want is to be a cause of strife between you and your mum, particularly since she’s been kindness itself to me.” Melanie pouted, and seemed about to retort, but Frank forestalled her. “Perhaps you could put on something sexy,” he said. “A nice miniskirt maybe?”
That made her smile, and without another word she got up and hurried out of the room. Mrs. Stuart regarded him with amusement. “Very diplomatic,” she said, “though I’m not sure how sexy I want her looking in front of you.”
When Melanie returned, she was looking very sexy indeed. She was wearing a tight white t-shirt that stopped only a few inches below her breasts, and a blue miniskirt with an elastic waistband which, to Frank’s mind, was outrageously short.
Mrs. Stuart obviously agreed. “Melanie,” she said, “you haven’t worn that skirt since you were eight. I didn’t even know you still had it. It’s far too short for you to wear now.”
“Oh please Mum,” said Melanie, “I really like it, and I wanted to look sexy for Jimmy.”
“Turn around,” said Mrs. Stuart.
Melanie did so, reluctantly, and revealed that her buttocks were peeping beneath the hemline of the skirt.
“You can’t wear that,” said Mrs. Stuart. “It shows your bottom. Now go and put on something decent.”
“Oh Mum!” complained Melanie.
“Your mother’s right, Melanie,” said Frank gently. “At least put something on that covers your bottom.”
Melanie pouted again, and flounced out. When she returned, she was wearing a different miniskirt. This one was about two inches longer. She turned around slowly – none of her bottom was visible.
“That’s still ridiculously short,” said Mrs. Stuart. “Are you planning to go out today?”
Frank looked at Melanie, who shrugged. “That depends on your wishes,” he said to Mrs. Stuart. “I’d love to take Melanie to the mall for a bit of shopping, but I understand that you don’t want us alone out of your sight.”
Mrs. Stuart sighed. “I can’t prevent that without taking Melanie out of school,” she said. “I’ve been thinking about this, and I suppose I’ve either got to bust you properly or give you a second chance. So here’s the deal. Go shopping, and have fun. But if I discover you’ve had sex again, I will tell your parents, Jimmy. And I’ll do everything in my power to stop you seeing Melanie.”
“I understand,” said Frank. “That’s very fair. Thank you.”
“Thanks Mum,” said Melanie, smiling at her mother.
“But you must put on a longer skirt,” said Mrs. Stuart. “Or better yet, jeans.”
Melanie was not happy about this, but after breakfast she returned to her room and emerged in a miniskirt that came down to mid-thigh.
“Much better,” her mother approved. “Now run along, have fun, and make sure you’re back before six o’clock.”
Outside, they walked to the bus-stop and waited, hand in hand, for the next bus.
“The whole day together,” murmured Frank. “Whatever will we do?”
Melanie grinned at him. “Have sex?” she said brightly.
“Well … okay,” said Frank. “We’ll need to pick up some baby oil or KY jelly or something though.”
“What’s KY jelly?” Melanie inquired.
“You’ll see,” said Frank with a smile. “Ah – here’s the bus.”
They boarded, and Melanie climbed the stairs in front of Frank, who looked up her skirt all the way. It was dark, but he could just make out bare buttocks. Once they were settled in their seats, right at the back of the bus, he said, “Aren’t you wearing panties?”
“A thong,” she said. “And I’ve got another surprise. Look.” She unzipped the side of her miniskirt and pulled it off. Beneath, she was wearing the blue miniskirt with the elastic waistband. “I use this trick with my school skirts,” she said. “That’s how I get away with wearing my really short one to school.”
“Wow!” said Frank. “What a great idea! I’ll carry your other skirt if you like.” He retrieved it from the floor and set it beside him on the seat. Then he leaned in towards her, and they kissed. The upper deck of the bus was about half full of passengers, so they did not feel able to get too into each other, but during the course of the journey Frank’s wandering hand found its way inside both bra cups and her thong. He did not dare bring her to orgasm, and stopped stroking her clit when her gasps became too loud.
They arrived at the mall and disembarked. The first place they went was Boots the chemist, where they picked up a tube of KY jelly. Melanie’s skirt drew lots of stares, but nobody accosted them. “This place is way too busy,” said Frank. “We need to go somewhere where we can be alone.”
“We can go home after lunch – Mum’s out this afternoon and Dad will either be out too or else he’ll be shut up in his study with his music on.”
”Yes, but in the meantime…” said Frank. Then he grinned. “Want to see a movie?”
“Sure,” said Melanie with a shrug. “What movie?”
“Come on,” said Frank, leading her by the hand. They made their way through the crowds to the center of the mall, and ascended the escalator towards the cinema. Frank noticed, while pretending not to, a couple of young men a few steps behind them looking at Melanie’s exposed buttocks. They were grinning to each other and whispering. One of them fished in his bag and pulled out a digital camera.
“There’s a couple of lads behind us,” said Frank, “enjoying the view. I fancy your skirt’s perhaps riding a little low on your hips – would you care to hoist it up a bit?”
Melanie smiled shyly at him and pulled the waistband of her skirt up a couple of inches. There were gasps behind, and she looked a little worried. Frank put his arm around her and kissed her. Then he whispered, “I think your socks need pulling up a bit too.”
Melanie understood. Bending over with her legs almost straight, she took her time about pulling up first one sock and then the other. The perfect view of her buttocks and the gusset of her thong was recorded several times on the digital camera. “You’re a star,” whispered Frank to Melanie as she straightened up again and the two of them stepped off the escalator.
Frank selected a low-budget independent film, and bought tickets for them both. They had forty minutes to wait until the film started, so they bought ice cream and sat in the foyer eating it. Melanie had one foot up on the seat, so anybody in front of her could see her thong. Several people, men mostly, stopped and pretended to be studying movie posters while sneaking looks at her underwear.
“You’re the sexiest girl on the planet, you know that?” said Frank to her, smiling happily. “I feel so lucky to be going out with you.”
She smiled back at him. “I’m the lucky one,” she said. Then she asked, “What are we seeing again?”
“Does it matter?” said Frank with a chuckle. “The theatre will be practically empty – we’ll be able to have lots of fun in the back row and nobody will know.”
Melanie beamed. “Cool!” she said. “Wonderful idea!”
Soon they were able to enter the theatre, and they sat in the wings at the very back of the room. They began making out almost at once, but kept it low-key, on account of the few other people in the theatre, until the lights went out and the commercials started. At this point Melanie stripped off her top and bra, quickly followed by her skirt and thong. For good measure, she also took off her socks and shoes.
“I’m completely naked!” she whispered to Frank. “How do you want me?”
“Can we try it doggy style?” asked Frank. “Just get on your hands and knees – I’ll do the rest.”
Melanie obliged, getting down on to the floor on her hands and knees and arching her back to present her bottom. Frank dropped his trousers and boxer shorts, squirted some KY jelly on to his erection, rubbed it in with his fingers, rubbed his fingers around Melanie’s vagina, and then he pushed the tip of his penis against her opening. He slowly slid in, slid out a bit, slid in deeper, and after a few strokes was buried completely. He hammered away at her buttocks for a full two minutes before climaxing inside her, after which he pulled her up on to his lap and cuddled with her while stroking her to an orgasm of her own.
Then they watched the rest of the film. It was actually rather good.
Melanie dispensed with her bra when she got dressed again – Frank put it in their Boots bag along with the miniskirt. At his request, she wore her skirt high as they left the cinema, so that four inches of her buttocks was showing at the back, and a couple of inches of her thong was visible at the front. Though they attracted lots of stares and a few nasty comments, Melanie did not seem to mind showing so much, and when they sat down with some burgers and chips in the food court, Melanie sat with her legs wide apart, completely unashamed of what she was revealing beneath the table top.
After lunch they returned home on the bus, and Melanie donned her longer skirt before they got to their stop. They ran up the path to Melanie’s house, and saw to their delight that both cars were missing from the driveway. Melanie let them in, and they hurried upstairs, threw off their clothes, and climbed into Melanie’s bed.
“Would you like to try anal sex?” asked Frank.
“Um, sure,” said Melanie. “Will it hurt?”
“Yeah, probably,” said Frank. “But it will hurt less with lots of lube, and even less if we can get you fully relaxed. Still want to try?”
Melanie nodded and turned on to her side, facing away from Frank. He lubricated one finger, eased it between her buttocks, found her anus, and slowly pushed. Her anus opened up involuntarily, and he slid his finger deep into her rectum. “How does that feel?” he asked.
“Weird,” she said. “But kind of nice.”
He tried a second finger, and she winced. He had lubed well, though, and soon he had it buried as deep as the first. “How’s that?” he asked.
“That hurts a bit,” she said.
“Well that’s two fingers,” he said. “Should I try with my cock?”
“Sure,” she said.
He lubed his erection well, and positioned it at the entrance to her anus. Then he reached around in front of her and started stroking her clitoris. With his other hand he grasped one of her breasts and began to play with her nipple. She became increasingly aroused, and eventually gasped, “Put it in!”
“It’ll be easier if you strain … you know, push like you’re doing a shit,” he said. “That way it will hurt less.”
She did so, and he pushed forward with his penis. Her anus resisted, and then yielded, giving way and opening up as his erection slid slowly in through her sphincter. After a few thrusts, he was buried completely. The sensation was so fantastic that he could feel himself on the verge of orgasm, so he did not dare thrust any more until he was feeling less close to his climax. He carried on stroking Melanie’s clitoris, though, and soon she was moaning louder and louder. He began to thrust again, and this time he timed his own orgasm with hers – when she finally cried out with her own climax, he spasmed inside her rectum and shuddered in ecstasy.
“I liked that,” she said after they had both been panting hard for a couple of minutes. “You can fuck my anus any time you want.”
He kissed her neck softly. “And what about your cunt?” he asked.
“Of course, it goes without saying that you can fuck my cunt whenever you want,” she replied, which made him smile happily.
“You are the hottest, most insatiable girl in the world,” he said with a sigh. “You know what I want? I want to take naked pictures of you and post them on a website.”
She quickly turned herself around and stared at him. “Really?” she said, looking slightly alarmed. “You want to do that?”
“I want to, but I won’t,” said Frank. “You’re underage – there’d be major trouble.”
“I’d let you, though,” said Melanie. “I would.”
Frank kissed her on the lips. “Thank you,” he said. “Maybe some day, okay?”
She nodded. And then they heard a sound that they had been dreading – the front door closing. Melanie’s eyes widened in panic. “Quick!” she hissed. “Get under the bed!”
Frank rolled out of bed and slipped under it, pulling his clothes with him. Melanie arranged her duvet so that it came down to the floor, hiding him from whomever might come into the room. While he struggled to put his clothes in in the cramped space, Melanie quickly put on her own clothes. Unfortunately the skirt she grabbed first happened to be the tiny blue one. Once she was dressed, she left her bedroom to find out who was home.
“Hi Melanie,” said her father as he came up the stairs. “Good grief – whatever are you wearing?”
Melanie blushed and tried to tug her skirt down a bit. “Sorry,” she said, “I was just trying on some of my old things.”
“Hmm – well I think that skirt can go to the Oxfam shop,” he remarked. “So have you been having a nice day?”
“Oh yes!” said Melanie. “Jimmy and I went to the mall and watched a movie, and had lunch together.”
“Oh? Is he your boyfriend now, then?”
“Yes,” said Melanie proudly. “He’s wonderful. I love him.”
Mr. Stuart’s brows knitted. “I see,” he said. “Your current choice of attire wouldn’t have anything to do with him, would it?”
“No!” she said in apparent shock. “I told you – I’m just trying some old things on. I wore something much more sensible to the mall. Mum made me.”
He chuckled. “I’m sure she did. So, what was this film you watched?”
“Um, it was called Roger Dodger I think,” she said. “It was pretty good.”
“Hmm,” he said. “Well, I’m going to read in my study. Next time I see you, you’d better be wearing something more decent.”
“I will,” Melanie promised. When her father had disappeared, she hurried into her bedroom. “Okay, my dad’s in his study. “You’d better go.”
Frank crawled out from under the bed and finished putting his clothes on. “Well, I’ve had a wonderful day,” he said. “Thank you for … everything.”
She threw herself at him and hugged him tightly. “I love you so much,” she said.
“I love you too,” he replied, and meant it. Over the past few days, love had somehow become a simpler concept. His feelings for Angela were fading, but his love for Melanie was red hot. Sometimes he even forgot that he was really an adult. More often than not, today, in fact.
He was about to leave the room when Mr. Stuart’s voice came through the door. “Melanie? Are you decent?”
Frank dropped to the floor and shuffled under the bed. “Just a moment, Dad,” said Melanie, pulling her longer miniskirt up over the top of her micro-mini. When it was in place, she went to the door and opened it. “Hi Dad – what’s up?”
“Are you planning to see that Windham boy tomorrow?” he asked.
“Yes – at least I’m hoping to,” said Melanie.
“Well you can forget it,” he said sternly. He held up a newspaper. “I just looked up the cinema listings, and Roger Dodger is a 15. You know you’re not allowed to see 15-rated movies yet.”
Melanie’s face fell. She had not even noticed the rating. “I’m sorry Dad,” she said. “I didn’t know it was a 15. But Dad, I’ll be fifteen in only five months…”
“Which means you’re fourteen now,” he said with a scowl. “No more outings for you this weekend. I’ll discuss your punishment with your mother, but I’ll tell you now that you won’t be seeing young Windham before school on Monday.”
Tears sprang to Melanie’s eyes. “Oh but Dad!” she cried.
“No buts,” he said. “That’s what you get for disobeying your mother and me.” He turned on his heel and marched back into his study.
“Wow, he’s a bit strict!” exclaimed Frank in a low voice. “I guess I’d better be going.”
“Wait,” said Melanie, tears on her cheeks. “Do something to me … something that will help me get through the rest of the weekend … something secret that I can think about so I won’t miss you so much.”
Frank thought for a moment, then nodded. “Come downstairs with me,” he said, and he grabbed the tube of KY jelly. He poked his head out of the door. The coast was clear. Tiptoeing softly, he descended the staircase and hurried through to the kitchen, closely followed by Melanie. Pulling a banana out of the fruit bowl, he quickly removed the peel and tossed it into the bin. He squirted some KY jelly on to his fingers and knelt down in front of Melanie.
“Put your foot up on this chair,” he instructed her. She did so, and he pulled the gusset of her thong to one side. Rubbing the KY jelly around her vaginal opening, he inserted a couple of fingers into her cunt and spread some lube around inside her. Then he withdrew his fingers, placed one end of the banana at the entrance to her cunt, and pushed it slowly but firmly into her. She gasped and winced, but bit by bit the banana slid inside. When only the tip was remaining outside, Frank found he could push it no further. “Damn,” he said. “I can’t get it all in.”
“That doesn’t matter,” Melanie said. “Leave it with a bit sticking out – I think I’ll like that.”
Frank smiled up at her, and replaced her gusset over the end of the banana. “Will that do?” he asked.
“It’s perfect,” she said with a happy sigh. “Now hurry up before my Dad makes another unexpected appearance.”
He kissed her long and deeply, then hurried out of the house, closing the front door quietly behind him. He hoped that Mr. Stuart’s study did not overlook the front garden as he walked quickly down the path to the gate. Once on the pavement, he relaxed a little, and walked home, feeling a strange mixture of elation and disappointment.
He did not speak much to his ‘parents’ when he got home. He was still angry at both of them, although he found it hard to dwell on it. After all, his own love life was shaping up pretty well. Nevertheless, he wished Jimmy would not take every opportunity to fondle and grope Angela in front of him. She had taken to wearing miniskirts, and Jimmy had taken to sticking his hand up them. Frank lost count of the number of times he saw Jimmy’s hand reaching into his mum’s panties that weekend. No, damnit, his wife’s panties!
Sunday was a tough day to get through. He found he was missing Melanie already. He frequently looked for her on Yahoo Messenger, but she was never logged on. He normally loved the weekends, hated the idea of going back to school on Monday morning, but now he could hardly wait. He called Melanie’s house, and Mrs. Stuart answered.
“Hello Mrs. Stuart,” said Frank. “May I please speak to Melanie?”
I don’t think so Jimmy,” said Mrs. Stuart. “Whatever made you think taking Melanie to see a 15 was a good idea?”
”That was stupid,” agreed Frank. “I’m sorry.”
“Yes, well, my husband’s not a happy man. He thinks we should ground Melanie for a month, and not let her see you during that time.”
“Oh no!” exclaimed Frank. “Oh please Mrs. Stuart, I couldn’t bear to be parted from Melanie for a month!”
“You’d still get to see her at school, Jimmy. But anyway, I managed to persuade him against that course of action. We’ve taken away her computer, and grounded her until the end of the week. You’ll still be able to see her next Saturday.”
“Thank you Mrs. Stuart!” cried Frank fervently.
“You’re welcome. Perhaps you could come around on Saturday morning and thank me properly by giving me another massage.”
“I would be happy to,” said Frank.
“Okay. Bye then Jimmy.”
“Bye.” Frank hung up the phone and smiled to himself. He and Melanie were very lucky, he reflected, to have Mrs. Stuart on their side.
The next morning, Angela dropped him off at school, and he immediately sought out Melanie. He found her in their class room, and the two of them smiled at each other shyly. He was careful not to show too much affection in front of so many witnesses, but he sat down at the desk next to her and said in a low voice, “Hello my love.”
She was wearing another very short school skirt, although she was keeping her legs together and he could not see her panties. She said, “Hello … my darling!” and giggled. She reached out and touched his hand. “I’m not sure how to tell people about us,” she said.
“Do you still want to?” he asked. “If you’re not ready, if you’ve changed your mind … I’ll understand.”
She shook her head. “I still want to,” she said. “Perhaps if we just … kiss … we won’t need to tell anyone because they’ll see for themselves.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Frank with a smile.
So they kissed, and the room erupted around them. “Melanie’s kissing Jimmy!” “Jimmy’s kissing Melanie!” “Wooooooooohhh!!” “Melanie and Jimmy, up a tree…” “Oh, that’s gross – they’re using tongues!” “Hey Melanie, is his dick really just two inches long?”
They broke off, and Melanie announced loudly, “Jimmy’s the best boyfriend a girl could have. He’s a brilliant kisser, and his fingers…” She trailed off in embarrassment.
“Yes? What about his fingers?” people wanted to know (mostly girls).
“Nothing – never mind,” said Melanie. But that was it – there was to be no privacy for them before class began, because everyone of course wanted to hear about their weekend. Frank sat back and let Melanie tell as much as she wanted to tell, only stepping in when it looked like she wanted him to. He noticed Nigel watching from across the room – the boy’s expression was hard to read, but he did not look happy.
He and Melanie sat together at a double desk for the first lesson of the day. She whispered to him, “I’ve still got the banana inside me – I didn’t know how long you wanted me to keep it in, so I had to keep it in until I could ask you.”
He turned to her in surprise. “Aren’t you leaking rather badly?” he inquired. Then he sniffed the air. Now that he thought about it, he could indeed smell banana.
She nodded. “I’ve ruined a couple of pairs of panties already,” she said. “It’s pretty much turned to mush. Doesn’t matter though – I’d do more than that for you.”
He took her hand and squeezed it. After a moment, she put his hand on her thigh, and he started to caress it gently, working his way higher and higher with each stroke. Rucking her skirt up, he reached her panties and started massaging her pussy through the damp cotton. The teacher, Mr. Henderson, droned on, completely unaware, but one or two of the other students had noticed and were watching with interest. Frank slipped his hand inside Melanie’s panties and began to rub her clitoris. She parted her legs and sank down slightly in her chair, and her breath began to come in gasps.
The teacher still had not noticed anything, so Frank continued to stimulate Melanie until she suddenly moaned out loud. Instantly a dozen heads swiveled in their direction, and even Mr. Henderson stopped talking and looked over to see what the noise was.
Frank whipped his hand out of Melanie’s panties, and she sat bolt upright. “Sorry sir,” she said. “Just clearing my throat.”
“Oh,” he said. “Well as I was saying…” And that was that.
After the third lesson of the morning, during their fifteen-minute break, Melanie dragged Frank through the school corridors and up a flight of stairs to the art room, which was typically empty during break. On the far side of the art room was a utility closet, in which was kept a potter’s wheel, easels, and various other pieces of art equipment. Melanie pulled Frank in after her, and shut the door. They kissed passionately for over a minute, then surfaced for air.
“Take off all your clothes,” panted Frank.
Melanie did not hesitate. She kicked off her shoes, pulled off her socks, unbuttoned her blouse and took it off, unclasped her bra, slipped it off her shoulders and dropped it on the floor, unzipped her skirt, let it fall, and stepped out of it, and finally pulled down her panties and kicked them to one side.
“Bend over the pottery wheel and spread your feet apart,” said Frank. When she did so, he took the KY jelly out of his pocket and squirted some on to his fingers. Then he unzipped his trousers, let them fall, and lowered his boxer shorts to his knees. Rubbing some of the jelly on to the end of his erection, and the rest around and inside Melanie’s anus, he placed his cock against her anal sphincter, and pushed.
It took him a few slow thrusts to get fully buried in Melanie’s rectum, after which he reached around in front of her and started stroking her clitoris again. As her gasps became louder, he resumed fucking her anus, and soon enough he orgasmed inside her. Pulling out, he continued to masturbate her clit, but with his other hand he reached inside her cunt and started fishing out chunks of semi-liquid banana. Taking them around to the front of Melanie’s body, he started rubbing the banana into her breasts. He went back for more, scooping out as much banana as he could, and slapped it on to her chest. After repeating this process a few more times, he found he had completely emptied her vagina. Her breasts, however, were now covered with sticky brownish-yellow banana. In this state, Melanie finally reached her orgasm, and her moans reverberated loudly in the small room.
Frank was half-expecting to get busted, but nobody came in. There was a washbasin against one wall, and he found a towel with which to wash and dry Melanie’s front. Soon he had cleaned all the banana off her, and she smiled happily at him. “You do look after me, don’t you?” she said.
“When I’m not getting you into trouble,” he muttered. But he winked at her.
Almost reluctantly, Melanie put her clothes back on. When she had fastened her skirt, she said, “Is this skirt short enough, do you think? I could fold over the waistband to make it shorter.”
“You’re not supposed to be letting anybody see your panties, remember?” he reminded her. “Otherwise you’ll have to strip naked in front of everybody in the refectory and sing the national anthem.”
Melanie nodded. “Well, obviously I’d have to be careful…”
Frank shrugged. “My darling, it’s up to you. You can wear it as short as you like, as far as I’m concerned. Just as long as you’re aware of the consequences of showing your panties.”
She sighed. “Oh Jimmy, this is so hard. I want to show my panties to the whole world!”
He hugged her tightly. “You’ll get your chance,” he said. “This weekend, we’ll find you a really short dress, and use scissors on it to make it shorter still. We’ll make it so short that it doesn’t cover even the top of your panties. Then we’ll go to the mall and let everyone see it.”
She beamed. “I love that idea!” she said. Then she grimaced. “By the way,” she said, “I haven’t taken a dump since Friday – I wanted to last night but I figured you’d want to see. When would you like me to do it in my panties?”
Frank thought for a moment. “Well we can’t see each other in the evenings this week,” he said. “You’ll have to do it here at school. I’m not sure when, though.” He thought for a moment. “Tell you what: let’s see how long you can hold it in. Keep it in for as long as you possibly can, and when you can’t keep it in any longer, then it will come out. Wherever you happen to be at the time, that will be where you do it.”
Melanie’s eyes were wide. “Wow,” she said. “That sounds … scary. But fun,” she added, and grinned. “But what if it happens when I’m at home?”
Frank shrugged. “Then you’ll be saved from embarrassment.”
Melanie smiled shyly at him. “But I know you want me to be embarrassed.”
Frank’s heart melted. “Melanie,” he said huskily, “I want you to be happy. If ever I tell you to do something you don’t want to do, just say so…”
She put a finger to his lips. “I’m happy doing things that make you happy,” she said. “If that means having an accident in a room full of people, then that’s what I’ll do.”
He sighed, and kissed her. Then he looked at his watch. “Shit!” he said. “It’s almost time for our next lesson. I hope there isn’t an art class now.”
He opened the door and peered out. Two juniors were just coming into the classroom. He hurried out of the utility room, followed by Melanie, and met the juniors’ interested stares with a grin and a wink. They made their way to their next lesson, and, their lusts sated for the time being, behaved fairly well until lunchtime.
In the refectory, Frank and Melanie sat down with Danny, Paul and the others. “So,” said David, “you two are an item.”
“Yes,” said Melanie. “We are now.”
“I saw your panties in English,” said Paul.
“Doesn’t count,” interjected Frank immediately. “That was my fault.”
“So tell us all about it,” said David. “We want details.”
Frank looked at Melanie, who nodded slightly. “Well,” said Frank, “after you left us by the river, we walked back to Melanie’s house. We got bored of homework, and, well, one thing led to another. Before we knew it, we were snogging on the bathroom floor…”
“The bathroom floor?” inquired Nigel, frowning.
“Well, Melanie had slipped on the way home, and was a little dirty,” Frank improvised. “She was cleaning herself up in front of the basin, wearing just her underwear, and she looked so sexy that I just had to kiss her. So the next thing you know, we were rolling around on the floor, when suddenly we heard this scream from the door. We looked up, and there was Melanie’s mum!”
There were gasps around the table. Frank glanced at Melanie to make sure she wasn’t upset with him telling this story, but she was looking rather amused. “So the next thing I know, I’m being pulled to my feet by one ear and marched off downstairs to the front door. I knew I had to act quickly, or I’d never get to see Melanie out of school again.” He looked around the table. All eyes were on him, all his listeners spellbound – even Paul and David.
“I said to her, ‘Mrs. Stuart, by all means throw me out, but please first listen to what I have to say.’ She let go of me then, and said ‘Go on’ or something. So I said, ‘Mrs. Stuart, I realize that Melanie and I got a little carried away just then, but don’t you remember what it was like to be fourteen and in love? I know we’re just kids, and not very smart about the ways of the world, but we really care for each other. Yes, we’ve been silly, but I believe you are a compassionate person and I hope you won’t be too hard on us.’ Or words to that effect – I can’t remember exactly everything I said. It all came out so fast and I barely had time to think. Anyway, it seemed to work, because she said I could see Melanie the next day.” He paused, and looked around again. “Shall I go on? This must make pretty dull listening.”
“Go on!” said Helen. Others nodded.
“Do you mind?” Frank asked Melanie, who shook her head. “So I went home, feeling as though I was walking on air, and I actually went to bed early that night so that I could get up nice and early in the morning. So, Saturday morning, and I got to their house at about nine o’clock, which they weren’t too pleased about as Mrs. Stuart hadn’t even had her breakfast yet. And Melanie was still in bed. Anyway, Mrs. Stuart wanted to keep an eye on us, but eventually she agreed that we could go off shopping together. So we did, and of course we fooled around plenty on the bus! But it was then,” he said with a sigh, “that I made my first big mistake.”
“What was that?” asked Danny eagerly.
“I took her to see a 15 movie,” said Frank sadly, “only I forgot to mention to her that it was a 15. I didn’t think it mattered, really. We had a great time, of course, snogging in the back row, but later when we got back to Melanie’s house, her dad asked us what film we’d seen, and when Melanie told him, he went and looked it up. When he found out it was a 15, he kicked me out.”
“Oh man, that sucks!” said Paul. “You’re both nearly fifteen, aren’t you?”
“Yeah,” said Frank, nodding. “But apparently that doesn’t matter to Mr. Stuart.”
”I got grounded for a week,” said Melanie. “I’m not allowed to see Jimmy outside school until Saturday.”
“Well that’s not too bad,” said Helen. “It could have been worse, I mean.”
Frank nodded. “Still, it’ll hurt bad enough – we’ve become very fond of each other.”
“So it seems,” said Nigel grimly. “You sure you can stick to just one boy, Mel?”
She pulled a face at him. “He’s the best boyfriend I could ask for,” she said. “Of course I’ll stick with just him.”
“Does he know about that time at Paul’s house?” asked Nigel with a smirk.
Melanie turned crimson. “I … no, I don’t think so,” she said.
Frank raised an eyebrow. “What’s this?” he inquired.
Melanie hung her head and said nothing. Then she began to cry, sobbing into her hands.
“Hey, hey,” said Frank softly. “It’s okay, Melanie – whatever it is, it doesn’t matter.”
“You say that now,” said Nigel, “but wait until you hear the story.”
“Fine,” said Frank. “Tell me, then.” Under the table, he gave Melanie’s thigh a reassuring squeeze.
“Well,” said Nigel, “me and Paul and David are all there, as well as a couple of Paul’s friends from his old primary school. I phone Melanie and ask if she’d like to come to a party. So she comes over, we all drink a few drinks, then I start making out with Mel. Well, soon I’ve got her top off, including her bra, and I’m squeezing her tits in front of everyone – and she doesn’t mind a bit! So then Paul comes over and he’s feeling her tits too, and then off comes the skirt, and the knickers, and pretty soon everyone’s had a finger up her. Then she starts sucking all our cocks – mine first, then David’s … everyone got to come in her mouth. She spat it all out though.” He leaned back in his chair, grinning like a Cheshire cat. “So you see, Jimmy, your girlfriend’s really just a slut. A really, really cheap slut.”
Melanie’s head was on the table now, and her shoulders were shaking with her sobs. Frank stared at Nigel. Then he said slowly, “Nigel, may I ask you a question?”
“Fire away!” said Nigel happily.
“Why did you tell me that story?”
Nigel shrugged. “Just thought you should know what you’re getting yourself into, that’s all.”
“Well, I doubt that. Personally, I think you told me that story because you couldn’t stand to see us together, and wanted to break us up. Well let me tell you something. I didn’t know this about Melanie, but it doesn’t change a thing. It’s past history. If she did something like that while she was going out with me, then that’s another matter. But her previous relationships are none of my business, and what concerns me is how she conducts herself while she’s going out with me. And let me tell you – I could not ask for a more loving, devoted girlfriend. I’m in love with Melanie, and now that you’ve told me that story, I think I love her even more.” He stood up. “You should be ashamed of yourself, Nigel. She let you do all that to her, and how do you repay her? By calling her a slut. What kind of a way to treat someone is that? Come on, Melanie,” he said softly to her. “Let’s get out of here.”
She let him pull her to her feet and lead her out of the refectory. He took her to the library, where they found a quiet corner and sat down.
“I’m so … so … sorry!” she sobbed.
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry for,” said Frank gently. “Nigel’s the one who should be sorry. And me – I really shouldn’t have let him tell that story. I should have got you out of there sooner. But I figured he’d tell it sooner or later, and I kind of wanted to hear it all.”
“But d … don’t you hate me?” she asked him wretchedly.
He took her in his arms and cradled her head against his shoulder. “Hush, my love,” he said. “Of course I don’t. I love you, you silly thing! What you did in the past with other boys doesn’t matter to me.”
She said nothing, but put her arms around his middle and held him tightly. “I’ll always love you,” she said. “And I’ll do anything you want me to do. Anything at all.” She drew back and looked up at him with tear-stained eyes. “I want to prove it, too. Because of what I did with Nigel and his friends. Tell me to do something really bad … really embarrassing or disgusting. I want to show you how much I love you.”
But he shook his head. “You don’t need to pay me a penance, Melanie,” he said. “I already know you love me – you don’t have to prove it by doing something that will make you feel even more ashamed of yourself.”
“But I want to,” she insisted. “If you won’t give me something to do, I’ll think of something myself.” Then she brightened. “I know what I’ll do!” she said.
“What?” asked Frank suspiciously.
“You’ll see,” she said with a smile.
He let it pass, and simply cuddled with her for the rest of their lunch break. The afternoon lessons went by far too quickly, it seemed to him, and all too soon he was saying goodbye to Melanie outside the front gates of the school.
At home that evening, he sat down with his parents to watch a movie on the television. Angela, he could hardly help but notice, was wearing a very short miniskirt, and every time she got up or sat down he caught a flash of white between her legs. Halfway through the movie, Angela and Jimmy started kissing, and as their passion arose, Angela climbed on top of Jimmy and pulled off her top.
Frank could hardly believe his eyes. He watched, horrorstruck, as Jimmy pulled Angela’s skirt up to her waist, revealing a pair of white silk panties that he did not remember seeing her wear before. When she stood up and dropped both the skirt and the panties, however, Frank said loudly, “Don’t mind me or anything, will you??”
“It’s nothing you haven’t seen before,” said Angela. “If it bothers you, go somewhere else.”
“I’m trying to watch the film!” complained Frank. “Oh God!” This last exclamation was in response to the sight of Angela lowering herself on to Jimmy’s erect penis. As Angie began to bounce up and down, Frank got up in disgust and left the room.
In his own room with the door shut, Frank threw himself into his homework and tried to forget what he had seen. It was not easy. Eventually, however, he got through his work, and took an early night.
The next day, at school, Frank’s first lesson was French. He walked into the classroom and found Melanie chatting with Danny, David and Helen. She was wearing an extremely short school skirt, and one of her feet was up on the desk, so that her panties were in full view. David was grinning as he stared at them. When Frank walked up and kissed Melanie, David said, “Well, Jimmy – looks like you’re off the hook. It seems Mel just can’t resist showing her knickers.”
Melanie gasped and put her foot down, closing her legs, but of course it was too late. “Don’t worry, Melanie,” said Frank. “I’m not going to hold you to the bet. You don’t have to perform the forfeit.” Somehow, he felt it was not going to be as easy as that.
Nor was it. David shook his head. “I was a witness to that bet,” he said. “Melanie, you’ll have to strip naked at lunch and sing the national anthem in front of everyone.”
“Oh no!” said Melanie, putting her hands to her face. Frank raised an eyebrow – this was a fair, yet not totally convincing, display of Melanie’s acting skills. Did she really want to humiliate herself like that? Then a thought struck him: was this the penance she had talked about yesterday?
As he sat down next to her at the start of the lesson, he whispered, “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Maybe,” she replied with an impish grin. “I’m feeling really full, by the way – I had a curry last night, and it’s been a really struggle holding it in this morning. I don’t think I’m going to make it through the day.”
Frank smiled and her and took her hand. “I look forward to seeing you lose the battle,” he said.
During the break after third lesson, they went up to the utility room to have sex, but Melanie was very distracted, and spent most of the time trying desperately not to defecate. Frank managed to undress and fuck her, but was unable to bring her to orgasm. “I’m sorry,” she panted, “I just can’t concentrate.”
They got dressed and went down to their fourth lesson, during which Melanie squirmed in her seat, sweat beading her brow. In the corridor after the lesson, she stopped and leaned against the wall, biting her lip. Frank shielded her from as many prying eyes as he could. “Is it coming?” he asked.
Melanie nodded, but continued to fight it. Eventually, after the corridor had practically emptied, she stood up straight. “Just managed to get it back in,” she gasped. “Come on – let’s get to History.”
They hurried to Miss Watt’s classroom and apologised for being late. They took their seats near the back of the room, and Melanie bowed her head, fighting another attempt by her poo to emerge into her panties. She was unable to take notes herself, being too busy gripping the sides of her desk, so Frank spent the lesson scribbling in both their notebooks. Ten minutes before the end of the lesson, Melanie finally collapsed on to her desk. “I can’t hold it any longer,” she whispered exhaustedly.
Over the next few minutes, only a very faint smell wafted up to Frank’s nostrils. “Has it come out?” he inquired quietly.
“The seat’s preventing it from coming out much,” whispered Melanie. “It’s on its way, though. And it hurts – I need to let it out.” She raised her bottom off the seat, and sighed as a thick column of poo slid inexorably out into the back of her panties. “Oh, that feels great,” she murmured.
When the bell rang for the end of the lesson, Melanie was still going in her panties and had not sat back down. She stood up. Frank, who was still seated, saw that her very short skirt was of insufficient length to cover the enormous bulge in her panties. It was barely long enough to cover her buttocks, in fact, and the bulge was sagging a good two or three inches lower. He stood up and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you so much, my sweet. I’m very proud of you. Now go and empty it out – I’ll see you at lunch.”
She nodded and smiled at him. They walked together out into the corridor, and Melanie slipped quietly into the toilets. Somehow nobody noticed the white orb peeping beneath the hemline at the back of her skirt. Frank put away his books, then headed straight for the refectory, sitting down at what had become his usual table. He was soon joined by Danny, Helen and Paul. David and Nigel arrived a few minutes later.
The refectory was packed by the time Melanie came in. She was looking nervous, and walked a little unsteadily up to the table where her friends were sitting. Right in front of Frank she stopped. She smiled at him, looking a little scared, then she began unbuttoning her blouse with trembling fingers. “What the hell are you doing?” asked Danny, shocked.
“Hush Danny,” said David. “This is her forfeit for a bet she lost. Leave her be.”
Frank very much wanted to stop her, but found himself fascinated as she let her blouse fall to the ground and unclasped her bra. Most of the refectory had not noticed yet, but many of those on the nearest tables had stopped eating and were now staring open-mouthed at the topless Melanie. Gasps rose up as she kicked off her shoes and socks and started unzipping her skirt. And then her skirt fell to the floor, and Frank himself gasped – her panties were still full of poo! Her bulge stood out proudly from her bottom, looking as if she had a large grapefruit tucked in the back of her panties. Except that it was so large that the elastic legbands were not making contact with her skin, and the dark brown mass of poo could be glimpsed through the gap.
Taking a deep breath, she lowered her panties to the floor, being careful not to spill any of her poo. Frank yelled, “No Melanie!” and tried to get up, but David grabbed his shoulders and held him down. Melanie’s naked, shaved pussy was now on display to all those in front of her, while those behind her were treated to a view of her poo-smeared buttocks. Her poo lay in an enormous pile on top of her panties, looking like a giant sausage curled around the side of a larger, almost spherical lump. When the whole room had fallen silent in shock, Melanie began to sing.
“God …. save …. our … gra…cious queen,” she quavered, her nervousness all too apparent. To her credit, she was not rushing the anthem, and took forty-five seconds to reach the end of the first verse. That was all she knew, so she stopped there, bent down, and carefully pulled up her panties, managing to keep their contents intact and inside. When she had replaced them, with the huge lump of poo squishing into her buttocks, she pulled her skirt on and fastened it. Then she put her blouse on, but people by now were getting to their feet and starting to shout and laugh at her. She grabbed the rest of her clothes, turned, and ran out of the room in tears.
Frank continued trying to struggle free of David’s grasp. Eventually he turned to the larger boy with a vicious expression. “Unhand me or die, fucker!” he snarled. David was so stunned by this that he let Frank go. Immediately, Frank jumped up on to the table and waved his arms. “Everyone SHUT UP!” he yelled.
Silence fell once again. “What you have just seen,” announced Frank, “was the greatest display of bravery I have ever witnessed. I made a bet with Melanie last week. The substance of the bet is not important – suffice it to say that Melanie was sufficiently convinced that she was going to win, that she promised to do … what you just saw … if she lost. Well, she did lose. I told her she did not have to go through with her forfeit, but she insisted. It was a point of honour for her.
“Now listen to me carefully, please, because this is very important. Refectory staff, I am talking to you here as well. The risk Melanie has taken here has been very great. If any members of the teaching staff find out, or the headmaster, or any of your parents who might complain to the school, Melanie will probably be expelled. Whether you like Melanie or not, I hope you will at least give her credit enough for her bravery that you will not take any action to get her expelled on this account. Feel free to talk about the incident with your friends that are here, but please, join with me in a conspiracy of silence, to make sure that no teacher or parent ever finds out about it. The authorities at this school find out far too much already from tale-bearers – let’s see if, for once, we can keep something to ourselves. Now if you’ll excuse me, I imagine Melanie’s feeling rather distressed and upset right now, so I’ll go and see how she is. Thank you.”
Without waiting to gauge people’s reactions, he jumped down from the table and ran from the room. He had no idea where Melanie might have fled to, but the nearest girls’ toilet seemed as good a place as any to try. He opened the door and looked in. “Melanie?” he called in a soft voice.
For a moment he could hear only sobbing, but then Melanie’s miserable voice said, “In here Jimmy.”
He hurried in and entered the stall where Melanie was sitting on the toilet. She was still fully clothed. She looked up at him and smiled sadly. Tear-streaks lined both cheeks. “Did I do okay?” she asked.
“You, my love, were fantastic,” said Frank fervently. “I’ve never seen anything so amazing and erotic in my life. I have no idea how you went through with it. The poo was a nice touch, but … wow, that was some risk!”
She nodded. “I did it for you, Jimmy,” she said. “To make up for being a slut with Nigel and his friends.”
Frank shook his head and sighed. “I know, Melanie, but you didn’t have to. If this means you get expelled, we might not be able to see each other again.”
She looked worried. “We’ll find a way,” she said. “I didn’t think of that, but we will, won’t we Jimmy?” Her tone was almost pleading.
Frank shrugged. “Perhaps,” he said. “At any rate, I’ve done what I can to prevent the tale of your adventure from reaching the ears of the teachers. I don’t fancy your chances, though – tongues inevitably wag in a place like this. But let’s not worry about that for the time being. Let’s live for the moment. Right now, we’re still together, we can still enjoy each other, and from my point of view you’ve just confirmed your status as the sexiest girl in the world.”
She dried her eyes and smiled up at him. “Thank you,” she said. “That makes it all worth while.” She stood up, turned around, and lifted up her skirt. “See,” she said, “I still haven’t emptied them out. What would you like me to do with all that poo?”
Frank looked at his watch. “We’ve got lots of time,” he said, and he kissed her softly. Then he lifted one of her feet on to the edge of the toilet bowl, and dropped his trousers and underpants. Squirting jelly on to his erection, he pulled Melanie’s panties to one side and eased himself inside her. Thrusting hard for a minute or so, he climaxed inside her and groaned with pleasure. Melanie was getting excited too, but for once he did not plan on bringing her to orgasm right away. He stood back from her, panting, and pulled up his underpants and trousers.
“Okay,” he said. “What I’d like you to do now is take off all your clothes, including your panties.”
She smiled happily, and did so. He took her panties gingerly, and got her to lean back with her legs spread apart and her hands braced against the sides of the toilet seat. Bringing the poo-filled panties up to her crotch, and cupping his hands beneath the bulge, he pushed the lump of poo against her labia and vaginal opening. It squished slightly, and he started rubbing it up and down, smearing poo all over her pussy. She wrinkled her nose up at the smell, but did not object. Then he slid the mass of poo upwards, over her abdomen, creating a wide brown trail up her belly, and finally stopped at her right breast. He surrounded her breast with the lump of poo and rotated it, pushing as he did so, so that he covered her entire breast with poo. Then he slid her panties across her chest to her left breast, and repeated the procedure. Finally, he pulled the panties away from her chest, and took hold of a golf ball-sized lump in his fingers.
“Where shall I put this?” he inquired.
She looked rather disgusted, recoiling from the strong smell, but she immediately said, “In my cunt.”
“How much should I put in your cunt?” he asked her.
“Fill it up,” she said, still staring at the lump with distaste. “Fill my cunt with my poo, Jimmy.”
He leaned forward and kissed her. “I love you so much, Melanie,” he said. He dropped the lump into the toilet, along with the remaining contents of her panties. “Come on, we haven’t much time. The hordes will be descending on us at any moment.” He opened the cubicle door and pulled Melanie towards the basins. Running a tap, he fetched a spare roll of toilet paper from one of the stalls, and began ripping off long strips.
“So you’re not going to fill me up?” inquired Melanie, sounding a little disappointed.
“Not this time,” he said. “I wouldn’t have the opportunity to clean you out properly.” He soaked a handful of toilet paper and started sponging her breasts with it. He worked quickly and surely, cleaning her from her breasts downwards, until he had washed the last bit of poo from her pussy and bottom. Then he soaped her up liberally, all over her front, between her legs, and all over and between her buttocks. This made her giggle. “I love that you take such good care of me,” she said, “but I feel like a little girl being given a sponge bath by her mum.”
He grinned at her, but said nothing as he began rinsing the soap off. He was getting quite a lot of water on the floor, but that did not matter right now. When the naked girl standing before him was perfectly clean and smelling nice, he dried her off with more handfuls of toilet paper. At this point he ran out, and fetched another spare roll. Soon Melanie was completely dry. “Okay,” he said, “quickly go and put your clothes on.”
He dumped Melanie’s panties in the basin and turned both taps on full blast. He rinsed out the messy garment thoroughly, but no matter how much soap he scrubbed into the material, they refused to become white and remained rather dirty-looking. However, when he was convinced they were as good as they were going to get, he wrung them out as hard as he could, and spread them out on the edge of the basin. Then he pulled off a few feet of toilet roll and began to mop up the water on the floor. He was still doing this when a couple of sixth form girls came in. They stopped dead when they saw Frank.
“What the hell are you doing here?” asked one of them. Then the other said, “Is Melanie here?”
The cubicle door opened at that point and Melanie emerged, fully dressed but looking sheepish. “Hi Carla, hi Betty,” she said. “Jimmy was helping me clean up.”
“You couldn’t do that by yourself?” asked Carla.
But Betty was more sympathetic. “That’s a nice supportive boyfriend you’ve got there,” she said. “I can’t believe what you did in the refectory – that was … weird. But very brave!”
Carla nodded. “Weird is right,” she said. “Whatever made you agree to shit yourself and show everyone?”
“The original bet,” said Frank, “was to strip naked and sing the national anthem. The poo was a bonus, and a long story which I’m not going to get into now.” He handed Melanie her panties. “They’re as clean as they’re going to get,” he said. “But they’re still a little damp I’m afraid.”
She took them and felt them. “I won’t bother wearing them,” she said. “It’s not like everyone hasn’t already seen my pussy.”
“That’s another thing,” said Carla. “I thought it was pretty cool that you shave. I’m thinking of doing that myself. But aren’t you afraid of getting teased?”
Melanie smiled shyly. “When the boy I love asks me to do something, that matters more to me than the possibility of getting teased.”
Carla and Betty looked at Frank with raised eyebrows. “Your idea, eh?” said Carla. “Quite the little couple you make.”
Frank grinned. “Come on Melanie,” he said. “Time to get back to normality.”
But as they stepped out of the girls’ toilets, the corridor was packed with students. Their presence was noted almost immediately. But instead of the jeers, catcalls and laughter that both Melanie and Frank were expecting, a cheer rose up and there was some applause. A few people called out “Thanks for the show, Mel!” and similar slogans. Melanie blushed furiously.
When they got to their next class, Frank collared Danny and asked what had happened in the refectory after he had left. Danny grinned. “It was Nigel,” he said. “He got up and said that he agreed with you that we should praise and not condemn Melanie. He said she deserved a pat on the back instead of nasty names.”
“Well good for Nigel!” said Frank, surprised. “I never expected that of him.”
“I think he really took to heart what you said to him yesterday,” said Danny.
The rest of the day went quietly, although lots of people wanted to talk to Melanie after the last lesson. Frank barely had time to kiss her goodbye before she had to go home. He himself rode back home with Angela, feeling heavy-hearted and anxiously awaiting the weekend.
Wednesday came and went. Frank and Melanie managed to snatch a few precious minutes together, but Melanie was now something of a celebrity and it was hard to get her alone. She lost no opportunity to display her panties, and she was constantly surrounded by admirers. Frank felt the first pangs of jealousy.
Thursday was much the same. On Friday, however, the story was becoming old news, and Frank managed to get Melanie alone in the utility room long enough to give her and orgasm and to come inside her cunt. He was becoming a little nervous about this practice – he seemed to be producing a little more than the single droplet of just a few days ago, and he wondered whether in fact he was pumping a little sperm into her. It could not be much, though – and that was his rationale for continuing to have unsafe sex with her.
On Saturday morning, he got up early, grabbed something from out of his chest of drawers, and left the house without even having a bowl of cereal. It was ten past nine when he arrived at Melanie’s house. Mr. Stuart’s car was not in the driveway. He rang the doorbell, and it was answered by Melanie’s mother. She was wearing a dressing gown, and smiled at him as she invited him in.
“Melanie’s still in bed,” she said. “You can go and wake her up, if you like. Behave yourself, though.”
Frank bounded upstairs eagerly and knocked on Melanie’s door. “Come in,” her voice sleepily responded.
He entered and sat down on the edge of her bed. “Oh no!” she said, hiding her face. “I look awful!”
“You look beautiful,” he said to her soothingly, uncovering her face and kissing her.
“Let me go and wash my face and brush my teeth,” she said. She climbed out of bed, and he gently swatted her panty-clad buttocks as she passed him. She squealed and giggled as she skipped out of the room.
When she returned, she said shyly, “I really really badly need to poo. I’ve held it in since Tuesday, you know. I don’t think I can hold it much longer, though.”
Frank smiled at her. “Then today will be most interesting,” he said. “Now come here and let me kiss you.”
Smiling, Melanie sat down next to Frank, and the two of them kissed passionately. Frank pulled her t-shirt up over her head, and laid her gently down on the bed as he started sucking and licking her breasts. He had slid his hand into her panties and was just beginning to stroke her clitoris when Mrs. Stuart walked in.
“Hey!” she said sharply. “I thought I told you to behave!”
“I’m sorry Mrs. Stuart,” said Frank, jumping up guiltily. “It’s just … it’s been a week and we’ve missed each other…”
“Well I think we need to establish some rules about what I will and will not allow you to do in this house,” said Mrs. Stuart firmly. “Just because I’ve forbidden you to have sex, that doesn’t mean that anything else goes.”
“I understand,” said Frank, nodding. “Would you still like a massage this morning?”
“She’s been looking forward to it for the last few days,” said Melanie, rolling her eyes. “You’d think Dad never massaged her.”
“Your father’s very sweet in that regard,” said Mrs. Stuart, “but he doesn’t have Jimmy’s skill. Anyway in answer to your question, Jimmy, yes, I’d love a massage. But perhaps we could get something to eat first?”
Jimmy joined them for breakfast, and then went upstairs with them to the master bedroom. Mrs. Stuart grabbed a towel from the bathroom, then she took off her dressing gown and hurriedly lay down on her front on the bed, throwing the towel over her panty-clad bottom. She was not wearing a bra, and Frank caught a brief glimpse of a nipple before it was pressed down into the bedclothes. Melanie, for her part, took off her t-shirt and lay down next to her mother, also on her front. She was now wearing only her panties, with no towel to cover her, but her mother did not seem to notice.
Frank got to work on Mrs. Stuart’s back, oiling it up and working his fingers into every stiff muscle fibre he could find. Mrs. Stuart’s muffled moans of pleasure told him he was doing a good job, but the stiffness was not wearing away as much as he would have liked. He oiled up her legs and massaged her feet, calves, and thighs, then he folded her towel back to reveal her bottom, and started kneading her buttocks.
“Hey,” said Mrs. Stuart, “I don’t think my bottom needs a massage.”
“On the contrary,” said Frank. “Your buttocks contain extensive musculature, which is prone to stiffness like any muscle. And I’m afraid you’re rather stiffer than you were last week – it’s proving quite tough to loosen you up. Your body needs to relax more, and I think this might help a lot.”
She sighed. “Very well,” she said. “Massage away.”
“May I remove your panties, though?” asked Frank. “They’re kind of in the way.”
“You can work around them, surely,” said Mrs. Stuart.
“Not very effectively,” said Frank. “Don’t be shy, Mrs. Stuart – it’s your health we’re talking about here.”
There was a pause, during which Melanie looked wide-eyed at Frank. He could not tell whether she approved of his suggestion or not, but she did not seem annoyed. He gave her a smile and a wink, and she smiled back, though a little uncertainly.
“Go on then,” said Mrs. Stuart eventually. She raised her hips off the bed slightly, and Frank grasped both sides of her panties and pulled them down. He took them completely off, dropped them on the floor, and then resumed massaging her buttocks. The towel was no longer covering anything of significance, so he took it off and dropped it on the floor too. Mrs. Stuart now lay completely naked before him. She really did have a very nice body.
He poured some fresh oil on to his hands, then continued massaging. With each stroke he worked his way inwards, until his fingers were sliding into her cleft. As his movements parted her buttocks, he could see her pink anus flashing into view every second or so. “Careful, Jimmy,” murmured Mrs. Stuart.
He moved downwards again, and parted her legs so that he could massage the insides of her thighs. She was still rather stiff here, so he spent a while on this area, then moved back upwards. With her legs parted, he could see her pussy lips, looking puffy and moist. His fingers began to graze her pussy with each stroke. For a moment she did not object, and he thought she might have fallen asleep, but then she said, in an almost pleading voice, “Don’t do that, Jimmy.”
He did not stop. “Mrs. Stuart, I’m trying to get you to relax. Now the best way I can think of doing that is by giving you an orgasm.” She and Melanie both gasped at this, but Frank quickly slid an oily finger between Mrs. Stuart’s pussy lips, and began to stroke her clitoris. “Just relax now, Mrs. Stuart. This is the single best way to de-stress, and the rush of sex hormones will be very good for your body. The endorphins and other chemicals released during orgasm will help to keep your bones and muscles in good shape…”
“How do you know all this stuff … ohhh … at your age?” asked Mrs. Stuart indistinctly.
“I read widely,” said Frank. He looked over at Melanie, who was staring open-mouthed at Frank’s hand stroking between her mother’s legs.
“I really think you should stop that,” said Mrs. Stuart, without conviction.
“You should let him give you an orgasm, Mum,” said Melanie suddenly. “His fingers do wonderful things.”
“I can tell that,” said Mrs. Stuart rather grimly, “but this is most inapprop… ohh!” She broke off as Frank slid one finger actually into her vagina. He quickly found her g-spot and started stroking it.
“Don’t panic, Mrs. Stuart,” he said. “I’m going to give you a g-spot orgasm – it’s different from a clitoral orgasm – deeper, more satisfying … and probably healthier.” He lifted her left leg up and moved it to the side, thus parting her legs even wider than before. This afforded him better penetration with his finger, and he increased the pace of his stroking.
“Ohhhh God … ohhhhh God!” gasped Mrs. Stuart. “That feels so … amazing…”
He slipped another finger into her cunt, and followed it a few seconds later with another. Three fingers were now crooked inside her, rubbing frantically at her g-spot. “This is so … wrong…” she said.
“Hush Mrs. Stuart,” said Frank softly. “Let’s not let arbitrary and subjective moral dictates interfere with something you can feel is doing you some real good.” His hand was beginning to cramp, but he continued stroking until, a couple of minutes later, Mrs. Stuart screamed with orgasmic delight into her pillow. Frank withdrew his fingers, oiled his hands again, and started working his way up her back again.
“You see?” he said. “Your back muscles are now more relaxed than before – I can feel the stiffness leaking right out of them. He continued working his way upwards until he was massaging her shoulders. “There you go,” he said gently. “You’re very much more relaxed now – that’s excellent. Your muscles are soft and supple – the knots are all gone. How do you feel?”
“A million times better,” she murmured happily, turning her face to one side. Then she opened her eyes and looked at her daughter, who was staring at her. “Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed though – I’m so sorry Melanie!”
“Good!” said Frank, pleased. “Now it’s Melanie’s turn.”
“I want the same thing please,” said Melanie, taking off her panties and stretching out naked on the bed. She spread her legs apart, as wide as or wider than her mother’s were parted.
“Melanie…” said Mrs. Stuart in a rather unhappy tone of voice. “I don’t think you need that kind of massage. Your body is young – I can’t imagine there’s much stiffness in your muscles.”
“But it will be good for me,” said Melanie. “Jimmy said it has all kinds of beneficial effects. Hormones and stuff. It’ll help my muscles and bones. Besides, he’s my boyfriend! I don’t think it would be fair if he gave my mum an orgasm but didn’t give me one.”
Mrs. Stuart sighed and closed her eyes again. “All right,” she said sleepily. “Just the one, then.”
Frank grinned at Melanie, who grinned back. He oiled up and began to massage her back. It was not long, however, before he was working his way down towards her buttocks. Soon he was stroking between her legs, and her breath was starting to come in gasps. He rubbed her clitoris for a while, until she was moaning quite loudly, but he stopped before she reached her climax. He then slid a couple of fingers inside her and rubbed her g-spot for a couple of minutes. This, too, brought her close to orgasm, but he withdrew his fingers before she could peak.
“Mum!” said Melanie urgently.
“Hmm?” murmured Mrs. Stuart. “What is it?”
“Mum, I so badly want Jimmy to make love to me. Please say he can! He can’t produce anything yet, so it’s completely safe. Please, Mum!”
“No Melanie,” mumbled Mrs. Stuart. “You’re too young for sex.”
”But I’ve already had sex, Mum!” said Melanie. “Please Mum – I’m so horny, I can’t stand it. Please let Jimmy make love to me!”
Mrs. Stuart sighed. “What kind of mother would I be if I let my fourteen-year-old daughter have sex with her boyfriend?”
“Perhaps I could answer that,” said Frank, sliding one finger slowly in and out of Melanie’s cunt. “You would be a realistic mother. Kids our age are having sex – there’s not a lot you can do about that. How many girls, however, actually trust their mother enough to ask permission to have sex with their boyfriends? How many girls have such a close relationship with their mothers that they are willing to have sex under their mother’s direct supervision? I think you’re a wonderful mother, Mrs. Stuart – your closeness with your daughter is something to be envied. If you could consent to this, I think it would seal a bond between the two of you that will last through any kind of trouble ahead. And for what it’s worth, I am deeply in love with Melanie and hope to marry her some day. I would be terribly proud to call you ‘mother’ one day, and grateful for any opportunities to bond and connect with your family as a whole. This, I think, might be a wonderful first step.”
Mrs. Stuart was smiling. “You’re really very sweet, Jimmy,” she said. “And smart beyond your years. And I think I believe you when you say you’re really in love with Melanie. Very well – though it goes very much against the grain, and I dread to think what my husband would say if he found out … I give you my blessing.”
“Thank you Mrs. Stuart!” said Frank.
“Thank you Mum!” exclaimed Melanie.
Frank hurriedly took off his clothes as Melanie turned over and spread her legs wide. Climbing on top of her, Frank lubed his penis with the oil on his hands, and placed its tip at the opening of Melanie’s vagina. Slowly, he pushed forward, and slid without fuss into Melanie’s cunt until he was fully buried. He kissed her on the lips, and her mouth opened to allow his tongue to enter and caress hers. Locked in a deep French kiss, they writhed their groins against each other, savouring the wonderful feeling of being coupled with the permission, indeed blessing, of Melanie’s mother.
They made it last as long as possible, trying a few different positions while Mrs. Stuart watched out of one half-closed eye. Eventually Frank could hold it no longer and reached a shuddering orgasm inside Melanie, in a position that allowed him to stroke Melanie’s clitoris while he was fucking her. She reached her own orgasm a few seconds after his, and the two of them moaned loudly, causing Mrs. Stuart’s eyes to snap open.
“Are you done, finally?” she murmured, her expression somewhat amused. “Then perhaps you might go somewhere else and let me have a snooze.”
Hand in hand, Melanie and Frank left the room and went into Melanie’s bedroom. There they climbed into bed together and cuddled. “I can’t believe you gave my mum an orgasm!” said Melanie.
“I know it’s a weird situation,” said Frank. “Are you cross with me? Do you consider that I’ve been unfaithful to you?”
“I don’t know,” said Melanie. “I’m not cross, though, because I know why you did it. But I still can’t believe it – how did you know she wouldn’t freak out?”
“Body language,” said Frank simply. “She was loving the massage too much to spoil it by getting angry with me, and I could tell she really wanted that orgasm, once I’d told her how good it would be for her. I just took it one step at a time, and made sure that I was on solid ground before I took the next step.”
“Well, you’re quite the talker,” said Melanie proudly. “I can’t believe you talked her into letting us have sex – that was awesome!”
Frank smiled. “I don’t think I’ll be able to do the same with your father, though. We’ll have to keep all this very much a secret from him.”
Melanie nodded. “I’m sure we can rely on Mum to keep quiet about it. She won’t want to admit that she gave us permission to have sex.” Then she grimaced. “Ohhh,” she said. “Hang on…” She clenched her teeth and her face began to turn red. After a full minute, she exhaled sharply, and panted for a few seconds. “Sorry,” she said, “my poo very much wanted to come out. It was all I could do to stop it.”
“Right then,” said Frank. “We’d better get moving before it’s too late.”
”Where are we going?” asked Melanie.
“To the swimming pool,” said Frank. “Have you got a costume? Preferably something skimpy.”
“I think I’ve got an old costume,” said Melanie. “One I haven’t worn for years.”
“Excellent,” said Frank. “Grab it, and a couple of towels – we’ll go there straight away.”
“But what about your costume?” asked Melanie.
He grinned and pulled his trunks out of his pocket. “I came prepared,” he said.
She smiled at him. “Okay,” she said, and she quickly got dressed, putting on her blue microskirt (the same one she had worn the previous weekend) and a crop-top with no bra underneath.
“Wonderful!” said Frank, approving heartily with her choice. He himself had by now put on his own clothes. As Melanie rolled up their swimming costumes in a couple of towels, Frank wandered out on to the landing and, out of curiosity, looked into Mr. Stuart’s study. He saw right away that it overlooked the back of the house, so his exit the previous weekend had almost certainly gone unnoticed. Then, on an impulse, he went into the spare bedroom, which was opposite the study, and looked out of a window that did overlook the front path. His heart leaped into his mouth as he saw Mr. Stuart’s car pulling into the driveway.
He hurried through to the master bedroom, where Mrs. Stuart was sleeping, still stretched out naked on her side of the bed. He tapped her on the shoulder. “Mrs. Stuart?”
She started and woke up. Turning partially over, so that he was treated to a nice view of her breasts, she said, “What is it?”
“Mr. Stuart’s just arrived home,” said Frank. “He’s not come in yet, but perhaps you should put something on quickly.”
“God yes!” exclaimed Mrs. Stuart. “Thank you, Jimmy.” She jumped off the bed, so that he got to see her neatly-trimmed thatch of pussy hair, and ran to put on some clothes.
Frank quickly returned to Melanie’s bedroom and said, “Your dad’s home. Put a t-shirt on, and wear a longer skirt over that one. We don’t want him flipping out again.”
Melanie nodded, and hurried to her chest of drawers. Frank left the room and dived into the bathroom just as the front door opened. Flushing the toilet, he emerged and started trotting downstairs just as Mr. Stuart was beginning to climb them.
“Hello Jimmy,” the man said, frowning at him. “You’d better behave yourself with Melanie this weekend. If you take her to any more inappropriate movies, I swear I’ll stop you seeing her ever again!”
“I’ve learned my lesson, Mr. Stuart. That won’t happen again – I wouldn’t want to risk losing Melanie over such a stupid thing as a movie.”
Mr. Stuart nodded. “Yes, well, that’s good,” he said. “So where are you going today?”
“I thought we might go swimming,” said Frank. “Is that all right?”
“Certainly!” said Mr. Stuart. “Swimming is an excellent, very healthy activity. And what will you be doing after that?”
“I figure we’ll go and have lunch at the mall,” said Frank. “Then, perhaps, do some shopping?”
Mr. Stuart nodded again. “Fair enough,” he said. “Have her back here by five, though, there’s a good chap. My wife likes to have Melanie around to help with dinner.”
“Of course,” said Frank. “Thank you very much, Mr. Stuart.”
Mr. Stuart grunted, then looked up as Melanie appeared at the top of the stairs, carrying a plastic bag containing their swimming things. “Hi Mel,” he said. “Enjoy your day out.”
“Thanks, I will,” she said, smiling at him.
Then Mrs. Stuart appeared from her bedroom. She was wearing jeans and a t-shirt. “Hi dear,” she said. “Did you get what you wanted?”
“No,” said Mr. Stuart with a sigh. “They were all out. And the stupid cashier didn’t even know what I was talking about…” As he rambled on, Melanie and Frank slipped out of the front door.
Melanie giggled excitedly. “I’m having so much fun today!” she said.
Frank nodded and grinned. “And we’ve got the whole weekend in front of us,” he said. “Maybe tomorrow you’d like to come to my house?” He somehow did not think Jimmy would object to their relationship, nor would he have a leg to stand on if he did. Angela, too. Plus, it would give him a chance to get his own back on the two of them for rubbing his nose in their sex life.
“Sure!” said Melanie brightly. Then, “Oh God, I think it’s coming…” She stopped and leaned against a lamppost, crossing her legs. “Oh my … God!”
Frank looked at her in concern. “Is it really coming?” he asked.
“Y…yes!” she gasped. “I can’t … hold it…”
“Try!” he whispered urgently. “This isn’t a good place to do it.”
For a couple of minutes she struggled, and then finally she relaxed. “Okay,” she said, panting. “I managed to get it back in.”
“Well done,” said Frank, smiling. “Oh look – here’s the bus.”
They climbed aboard and found seats. Melanie stripped off her t-shirt and outer skirt, and put them in the plastic bag along with their towels and swimsuits. Several times during the trip, she grimaced and squirmed against the pressure in her bowels, but she prevailed on each occasion.
They disembarked at the leisure center and entered. They bought tickets at the desk, and went into their separate changing rooms to don their costumes. Frank eagerly splashed through the disinfectant and entered the main pool area, looking around for Melanie. She had not arrived yet, so he sat down at the edge of the pool and waited. The place was packed – there were lots of people in the pool and the queues for the waterslides were huge, stretching almost all the way down the long flight of steps.
Five minutes later, Melanie still had not appeared, and Frank was starting to get worried. He looked anxiously towards the entrance to the women’s changing rooms, wondering whether he should try calling for her from just outside. A moment later, however, she appeared, looking rather sheepish in the tiniest pink one-piece swimsuit imaginable. She must have been very young when it fit her properly, because now its spaghetti straps were stretched to the limit, her breasts were practically falling out of the top, and her crotch was pulled up so tightly that it was cutting between her pussy lips.
“Wow, you look incredible!” exclaimed Frank.
“Thank you,” said Melanie shyly. “Sorry I took so long – I had a real struggle with this thing … and a couple of times I nearly had an accident with my poo. I managed to keep it all in, somehow, but I really can’t hold it in much longer.”
“Come on then,” said Frank, and he took her hand and led her towards the queue for the waterslides. By now it was even longer, and it was a couple more minutes before they even reached the foot of the steps. After another five, they were more than halfway up, and Melanie was gripping the rail with her eyes tightly shut, fighting off the latest cramp. She had not noticed that one of her nipples had sprung free of her costume – Frank, enjoying the view, decided not to tell her for a while.
They ascended another three steps, and then Melanie gasped. “It’s coming!” she hissed.
Frank nodded and smiled at her. Taking her in his arms, he kissed her gently. “It’s okay,” he said. “Let it out.”
With a huge sigh, Melanie relaxed. A bulge immediately began to form in the back of her costume, and it grew quickly as her poo slid eagerly out of her rectum. Reaching behind her, she manipulated the expanding tent so that she would have more room for what was still to come.
They ascended a few more steps. By now they were quite close to the top, and people were starting to notice the smell. Finally the teenaged boys behind Melanie spotted her bulge. They gaped, pointed, and burst out laughing. “Look, she’s crapped herself!” they yelled.
Mortified, Melanie covered her face in embarrassment as her poo continued to emerge into her costume. Frank turned to the boys, who were a couple of years older than Jimmy. “Be nice!” he said. “It’s not her fault. Think how you’d feel if you had an accident in public. Have some sympathy for her plight, will you?” But they just laughed harder.
The people in front of them, a mother with her young daughter, were less amused. “Go back down!” said the mother. “You’re stinking the whole place up!”
Frank indicated the press of bodies on the steps below. “We’ll never make it through that lot,” he said. “And we’re nearly at the top. Just be thankful you’re in front of us and not behind.”
This thought was indeed a comfort to the woman, and she fell silent, though she gave Melanie a hard, unfriendly stare. Melanie, who had finally noticed her exposed nipple, was attempting to tuck her breast back into her costume. Her costume at the back was now sagging under the weight of a huge lump of poo. She reached back and adjusted it once again – apparently there was still more to come.
The number of people in front of them had dwindled considerably as they neared the top. Finally the woman and her daughter both jumped, shrieking, into different slides, but the attendant stopped Melanie and frowned. “That costume is way too revealing,” he said. “Once you’ve gone through the slide, I’m afraid you’ll have to leave the pool.”
“I’m sorry,” said Melanie, “I ripped my other one – this is an old one I haven’t worn for years.”
“I can see that,” said the man, “but rules are rules.” Then he noticed the smell, and as Melanie turned towards the waterslide, he said, “Hey! What the hell?”
“I had a bit of an accident,” Melanie confessed, though in truth she was still having it. Her bulge was now the size of a small melon, and the straps of her costume were strained to breaking point.
“You can’t go down the slide like that!” exclaimed the attendant. “You’ll have to go back down!”
“There’s no way she can,” said Frank. “The steps are too packed with people.”
The attendant looked back down the steps, and saw that this was true. But he was undeterred. “Everyone shuffle back a bit,” he called down. “Make a space along the left-hand side – someone needs to come down.”
Twang! Frank glanced over at Melanie, who was looking shocked. One of her straps had just broken, and the left-hand side of her costume had snapped down almost to her waist, exposing her left breast to the world. Then the right-hand strap gave way too, exposing her right breast. She folded her arms over her chest, looking mortified.
“Come on, come on,” said the attendant crossly to the crush of people who were shuffling about and completely failing to make room. “You lot down at the bottom – back up a few feet!”
It took five minutes of shouted instructions before enough space was finally made to allow Melanie to descend. As she did so, jeers and laughs followed her. One young boy started yelling “Poopy-pants! Poopy-pants! Poopy-pants!” and a few others joined in the chant. Those lower down the steps, who had not yet seen Melanie’s predicament, thus figured it out long before she reached them, and laughed and teased her along with the rest. She was in tears by the time she had got halfway down, but she did not rush, instead stepping sedately while gripping the rail with her right hand. Her left arm was held across her breasts, but one of the teenaged boys grabbed it as she passed, and for a moment her breasts were exposed to everybody below her. She wrenched her arm free and covered them up again, but every boy she passed on the steps from then on was sporting a large lump in his swimming trunks.
She reached the foot of the steps and continued walking down the line of people, heading for the changing rooms. Her ordeal was not over when she got to the end of the queue, however, for everyone in the pool had heard the commotion and had swum to the side, trying to see what was going on. As Melanie walked past them, just a couple of feet from the edge of the pool, their laughter and insults resounded in her ears.
Frank caught up with her and put his arm around her. “Just ignore them,” he whispered. “They’re idiots. As far as I’m concerned, this is the most amazing thing you’ve done yet – I’m so proud of you!”
This was all Melanie needed to hear. Straightening up, she put both arms down by her sides, and walked the rest of the way to the changing room with her breasts fully exposed. At the entrance, where they would have to part company for a little while, Frank said, “You can dump it out if you like, but if you can transfer it to your panties and meet me out front wearing your longer skirt, that would be awesome.”
She nodded, kissed him, and disappeared into the women’s changing room. Frank hurried into the men’s and got dressed in record speed. Leaving out of the front, he waited in the foyer for her to appear.
Ten minutes later she emerged, looking better for having dried her eyes and washed her face. She was not wearing her longer skirt, however, but the short blue one, which she had pulled down low over her hips. She smiled and gave him a slow twirl, which showed him that her huge panty-bulge was sagging only one inch below her hemline. He took her in his arms and gave her a long, deep French kiss.
“Come on,” he said, “let’s get into the forest where we can have some privacy.”
Hand in hand, they walked down the road, with cars honking at them and the occasional shout following them, but after a hundred yards or so they turned down a quieter road, at the end of which was a gate leading into a field. Along the edge of the field they strolled, coming eventually to the edge of the woodland. They followed a path for a while, then left it and stomped through undergrowth until they reached a patch of bare ground beneath a grove of conifers. Melanie began taking her clothes off, and was soon dressed in only her panties. Frank helped her step out of these, and then Melanie lay down on the pine needles on her back, and spread her legs wide apart.
“Fill me up, my darling,” she said.
Frank took a lump of poo from inside her panties, and pushed it into her cunt. Melanie sighed and undulated her hips as she felt Frank’s fingers pushing the poo deep inside her. Over the next few minutes, he continued to push more and more poo into her, until he could fit no more. Her vagina was stuffed full of her poo.
There was plenty left. Frank grabbed a double-handful and plastered it over Melanie’s chest, rubbing it all over until both breasts were covered by a quarter-inch layer of poo. He rubbed more poo on her belly, and the rest went on her pussy, where he worked it into every fold, including all the way under her clitoral hood. While he was doing this, he stroked her clitoris, and soon she was shuddering in orgasm. He then covered her clit in a liberal coating of poo, so that her pussy and surrounding area were buried under a layer of poo almost an inch thick.
Melanie’s moans had drowned out other noises, but now that she was winding down, Frank began to be aware of a panting sound that was not coming from either of them. Then he heard a click, and he whirled around. Melanie, opening her eyes and looking past him, screamed in shock.
It was like something out of a nightmare. Frank could scarcely have imagined a worse turn of events. There, standing beside a nearby tree, and grinning widely while pointing a digital camera at them, was Paul. A large black-haired dog – some kind of labrador cross – was nosing around at Paul’s feet.
“Oh, don’t stop,” said Paul, laughing maliciously. “This is great stuff! Everyone at school is going to love it!”
Frank leaped up in a fury and charged at Paul, who lifted his camera out of reach and slammed his fist into Frank’s forehead. Frank fell to the ground, stunned. Melanie had sat up and closed her legs. She was now staring at the ground, looking lost.
“Don’t mind me,” said Paul. “Just carry on with what you were doing.”
Frank got to his feet, swaying slightly. “Okay, you’ve caught us,” he said. “What is it that you want?”
Paul thought for a minute, then grinned. “I want to fuck Melanie, for starters. She’ll have to clean up first, though – I don’t want to get any of that shit on me.”
Melanie paled, and tears sprang to her eyes. “We can’t clean her up here,” said Frank shortly. “She needs a proper douching, and I don’t have the necessary equipment.”
“She can wipe her arse, though,” said Paul. “I’ll fuck her in the arse.”
Melanie gasped and looked in despair at Frank. Frank shrugged helplessly at her in response. “Okay,” he said. “If Melanie lets you fuck her arse, will you delete your photos?”
“I’ll think about it,” said Paul with a grin. “I’ll certainly show them around the school if she doesn’t let me fuck her.”
Frank turned to Melanie. “It’s your call, my love,” he said.
Melanie burst into tears, but she slowly turned herself over on to her hands and knees. Paul whooped with excitement, then he took off his jeans and jockey shorts, unleashing an impressive erection. He grabbed hold of Melanie’s crop-top and used it to wipe her anus clean, then he started trying to push his penis through her sphincter. Frank handed him the tube of KY jelly. “You’ll find it easier with this,” he said.
Paul snatched it off him, then said, “You stay over there.” He squirted some jelly on to his penis and rubbed it in, then squirted some more on to Melanie’s anus.
“Don’t worry, I won’t try anything,” said Frank. “Actually this is kind of turning me on. Want me to take a picture?”
Paul thought about this for a moment. “Just as long as you know that if you try to run off with my camera, I’ll catch you before you’ve got ten yards.”
“Relax!” said Frank in annoyance. “I’m not going to run off and leave Melanie at your mercy, you bonehead.”
Paul grunted, handed him the camera, then began to slide his large erection into Melanie’s anus. She whimpered with pain, but Paul did not stop until he was completely inside. “Wow, this feels great!” he muttered as he started to thrust in and out of her rectum.
Frank snapped a couple of photos, and then Paul motioned him closer. “Make sure you get my dick actually entering her arse,” he said. “And Melanie, turn your head towards us so your face is in the shot.” Melanie turned a miserable, tear-streaked face back towards the camera, and Frank squeezed off another couple of shots.
“Okay, give me that,” said Paul, snatching the camera back. He turned the dial to ‘review’ mode and chuckled. “Nice pictures!” he said. Then he put the camera down beside him as he began thrusting harder. Melanie groaned, but sounded in pain rather than aroused. Frank picked up the camera and continued to take photos.
Paul’s thrusting began to increase in speed. “Ohhh, this is great…” he said, his groin slamming hard against Melanie’s bottom with each stroke. Then he twitched and jerked as he climaxed and shot his sperm deep into her now-empty bowel. “Fuck!” he moaned as he pulled out. “What a great lay you are, Melanie. We must do this again sometime.”
As he got to his feet, his dog started to nose around Melanie’s bottom. “Hey, what are you doing, Ripper – get away from that stinky mess,” said Paul. But then he paused, and a truly evil grin spread across his face. “Hey boy,” he crooned, “wanna get laid?”
Melanie was starting to collapse into a foetal position, but Paul said sharply, “You stay right where you are, Melanie, I’ve got a nice surprise for you.” Ripper had lost interest in Melanie’s bottom and was turning away, but Paul grabbed hold of him from behind and attempted to steer him back towards her. “Good dog,” he said, “you horny devil – surely you want a nice fuck?”
“No!” cried Melanie, turning her head back – she looked horrified.
“Hasn’t Melanie suffered enough already?” asked Frank with a frown.
Paul laughed. “Chicks like big dicks, whether they admit it or not,” he said. “Melanie will love this – you’ll see.”
“No, please don’t!” wailed Melanie, fresh tears running down her cheeks.
“If you don’t let my dog fuck you,” said Paul, “all these photos will be posted on the main notice board at school on Monday morning. You don’t have a choice, Melanie!” He laughed triumphantly.
Ripper finally got the idea and reared up, putting his paws on Melanie’s back and walking forward until his penis – a long, purplish-pink sausage with a pointed tip – was stabbing around in the area of her crotch. Paul, his eyes shining, guided it towards Melanie’s opening, and with a finally accurate thrust, Ripper jammed his erection hard into her poo-filled cunt. Brown mess splurged out, and after another thrust or two, the dog was buried completely. It began humping at top speed, and Paul laughed out loud as he got to his feet and watched. Frank flicked the camera to review mode and wordlessly showed Paul the pictures he had just taken of the dog’s penis entering Melanie. When Paul’s jaw dropped and he turned to stare at Frank in surprise, Frank winked at him. Paul laughed and patted Frank on the back. Then he took the camera back and started taking photos of his own.
Melanie looked thoroughly miserable. Her cunt was being pounded by a dog, and her anus had just been fucked by someone she now realized she hated. She prayed that he would keep to his word and not show the pictures to anyone. But what else might he make her do in the meantime? Then she gasped as she felt something large trying to push its way into her vagina. It was stretching her too wide… She winced, and then yelped as the dog’s knot was forced inside her. She felt sick. She looked up pleadingly at Frank, but her boyfriend’s face was blank. Why didn’t he do something? Didn’t he love her?
The dog’s penis spasmed and shot canine sperm into her cunt. It then tried to get off her, but it could not pull its knot out of her. Paul laughed again. “How sweet,” he remarked. “Ripper’s locked to Melanie. I guess this proves Melanie’s a bitch – maybe in a few months she’ll have a litter of puppies.” He took another photo.
He continued to jeer at Melanie and take more pictures for the next few minutes, while Ripper repeatedly tried to disengage. Eventually the dog managed to pull free, which caused Melanie to cry out in pain. Paul took a photo of her abused cunt, leaking shit and doggy sperm. Melanie collapsed on to her side, feeling numbed by the whole horrible experience.
“Well, it’s time for me to be going,” said Paul with a grin, pulling on his trousers. “Got errands to run. And, of course, I’ve got these photos to download.”
“Paul,” said Frank. “A word.”
Paul looked at him suspiciously, but bent his ear down towards Frank, who whispered, “Perhaps a nice final photo might be of you pissing on Melanie?”
Paul’s eyes widened and he nodded as a broad grin burst out afresh on his face. He gave the camera to Frank, and then stood over Melanie and took out his penis. A stream of pee started gushing forth, and Paul directed it up and down Melanie’s torso, and even on to her head. She shook her head and spluttered as she propped herself up on one arm and tried to get out of the way. Frank snapped a final photo and then switched the camera off.
Paul put his penis away and grinned at Frank. “Good idea,” he said. “Now, I must be going.” He took the camera back from Frank and began to jog away into the forest, with Ripper bounding along behind. When he was at the limit of vision he turned and called back, “These pictures will look great in school on Monday. Thanks Frank!” Then he laughed and was gone.
Frank bent down and took Melanie into his arms. “My poor sweet love,” he said. “I am so sorry. I can’t imagine how horrible that must have been for you.”
Melanie stared at the ground with a glazed expression. Then she said dolefully, “Did you enjoy it?”
Frank drew back and stared at her. “No!” he said vehemently. Then he paused. “Well … parts of it were nice to look at, perhaps. But I’d have done almost anything to spare you all that!”
She turned to look at him with tragic eyes. “Then why didn’t you?” And she burst into tears.
He held her and rocked her, stroking her wet hair which smelled strongly of pee. “One thing I didn’t want to do,” he said, “was ruin your life. I couldn’t let Paul show those pictures at school, and everything I did was focused on that.” He sighed. “I’m very sorry. I couldn’t think of a way to prevent him from doing what he wanted with your body. I badly needed him to trust me.”
“But what good did it do?” demanded Melanie, her voice suddenly fierce. “He’s going to post those pictures anyway!”
“He’ll have a job,” said Frank, “without this.” And he held up a small, flat piece of plastic.
Melanie stared at it. “The photos are on that?” she asked.
Frank nodded. Melanie half smiled, then began to laugh, and then burst into tears again. “Come on,” said Frank. “There’s a chance he might discover what I’ve done before he gets very far. We ought to move.”
“Is there anywhere I can get cleaned up?” asked Melanie. “A river or something.”
“Not near here,” said Frank, shaking his head. “We’ll have to go back to your place and sneak you into the bathroom. Let’s get you dressed.”
Melanie pulled her panties on, her pussy still coated in a thick layer of poo, and then donned her little blue skirt. Then, without removing any of the poo covering her breasts, she put on her bra. Over this she put on her crop-top, which had been used to wipe her bottom and had a large smear of poo across the chest. Frank smiled at her fondly, but shook his head. “My love,” he said, “you don’t know how much it means to me that you still want to please me after what’s happened, but I can’t let you go home like that.”
“But I’m a dirty slut,” said Melanie tonelessly. “And this is what dirty sluts look like.”
Frank took her by the shoulders and looked hard into her face. “Melanie,” he said. “You are not a slut. You are a beautiful, wonderful girl whom I love and want to marry some day. You just had a horrible experience that was none of your fault, and I promise you we will have revenge on Paul. But Melanie, the most important thing is that you don’t blame yourself for this. This was all Paul’s fault, not yours. He’s the jerk – he’s totally evil. You mustn’t let that reflect on you. You are innocent. And I think the world of you.”
Melanie smiled sadly at him. “Perhaps I could wear this other t-shirt over the top,” she said.
“And your other skirt, too,” agreed Frank. “But hurry – I want to get away from here.”
With Melanie now fully dressed, and stinking to high heaven, the two of them made their way through the forest, following a circuitous course back to the main road. When they got there, they flagged down a bus. They boarded quickly and hurried upstairs before the driver could notice the smell. Fortunately the upper deck was almost empty. They went to the back and sat down. Melanie put her head on Frank’s shoulder.
“Jimmy,” she said. “Make me feel … better.”
Frank sighed and put his arm around her. “I would if I knew how,” he said. “I suspect you’ll take a long while to heal from this experience. But I’ll be there for you, Melanie, every step of the way. And I’ll do what I can to make you feel better.”
“I meant … make me come,” said Melanie. “Give me an orgasm. I need it, Jimmy.”
He kissed her softly, and put his hand up her skirt. Pushing his finger into the inch-thick poo covering her pussy, he found her clit and began to stroke it. Melanie stuck her tongue far into his mouth, and wrapped her arms around him as pleasurable sensations began to emanate from her loins.
Disengaging from the kiss, she began panting into Frank’s ear. “Do you … like me having my … panties full of poo?” she gasped.
“I love it,” murmured Frank in response. “I especially love that you didn’t try to clean up before putting your clothes back on. That was the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.”
“It’s in my … bra too,” she whispered. “Did … did you like seeing me … get f…fucked by a … a dog?”
“I did,” he confessed. “For which I’m very sorry. It was extremely erotic, but I felt awful at the same time – I so wanted it to stop, for your sake.”
“I hated it,” she whispered, “but I’d … do it again … for you.”
“That won’t be necessary, my precious,” said Frank softly as he continued to rub her clitoris beneath the thick mass of poo. “But thank you.”
“Did … did you like it when P…Paul peed all over me?” whispered Melanie.
“Not really,” said Frank. “I didn’t want to give Paul anything. No doubt he’ll treasure that memory, but he didn’t deserve it.”
“You can … pee on me … if you like,” said Melanie, her gasps becoming louder. “I don’t want … Paul to have done s…something you haven’t.”
He kissed her again, and they remained locked at the mouth until Melanie shuddered in her orgasm. Then she slowly slid down, exhausted, until her head was resting in Frank’s lap. She looked up at him as he stroked her hair. “I love you,” she said.
“I love you too,” said Frank. Then he said, “Melanie, I swear I won’t let anything like that happen to you again.”
“Hush,” said Melanie. “Let’s not talk about it. I don’t want to think about Paul.”
Frank nodded. Then he looked up. “Oh heck – our stop’s coming up.” He pushed the button on the pole in front of him, and helped Melanie up. They walked to the front of the bus and descended to the lower deck. As the bus stopped and the doors opened, the driver said, “Is that smell coming from you?”
“Yes,” said Melanie, and she stepped off the bus. Frank followed her, and they walked hand in hand back to Melanie’s house. No cars were there.
“Thank goodness!” said Frank. “You got your key?”
Melanie nodded, and they entered. Upstairs, she stripped down to her underwear and got into the shower. Before she turned it on, however, she turned to Frank and said, “Want to fuck me while I still have shit in my cunt?”
He smiled at her. “Of course,” he said. “But I’d rather make love with you afterwards, when you’re all clean and fresh.”
She smiled, and turned the shower on. The clean-up process was long and arduous. Frank used the turkey baster on her again, and stroked her to another orgasm, and together they washed the poo out of her clothes. Forty minutes or so later, Melanie stepped out of the shower, thoroughly clean now, and Frank took her wet clothes downstairs and put them in the washing machine.
Returning upstairs, he took off his clothes and climbed into bed with Melanie. They made love, then fell asleep together.
Some time later, Frank awoke with a start. He rubbed his eyes and looked at the time. It was just past three o’clock. It did not take long for him to figure out what had awoken him, for he could hear the ‘thump thump thump’ of somebody climbing the stairs. In a panic, he threw back the covers and swung his legs over the side, but then he heard the sound of sobbing. It was undoubtedly Mrs. Stuart.
Putting on his clothes, he left Melanie’s bedroom and crept along the corridor. When he came to the door of the master bedroom, he saw Mrs. Stuart lying face down on her bed. She was obviously crying. “Mrs. Stuart?” he said.
She looked up, startled, and wiped her eyes. “Jimmy, what are you doing here?” she said.
“Melanie and I got back a while ago,” said Frank. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” said Mrs. Stuart miserably. “Except that my bastard husband is cheating on me!”
Frank gasped. “I’m sorry!” he said. “Did you just find out?”
She nodded. “He’s been seeing her every Saturday morning for the past few weeks,” she said. “Stupid of me not to see it before now. But I finally found an incriminating text message on his mobile phone. From her. Stupid cow. She isn’t even much younger than me.”
Frank sat down on the bed next to her. “What are you going to do?” he asked.
She shrugged. “Divorce him, I suppose,” she said. “If he had slipped up once, and confessed, and was sorry about it … that would be one thing. But he’s been lying to my face and deceiving me and screwing her…” She broke off, sobbing.
“I’m truly sorry,” said Frank, putting a hand on her shoulder. “Is there anything I can do? Would you like me to leave so you can be alone with Melanie?”
She pulled herself together with an effort. “Perhaps you had better leave,” she said. “I suppose I’ll have to discuss this with Melanie.”
Frank nodded and got to his feet. “Oh,” he said. “I know this isn’t a good time to bring this up, but…” he hesitated.
“What?” asked Mrs. Stuart.
“I wonder … would it be okay if Melanie came over to my house tomorrow?”
“I don’t see why not,” said Mrs. Stuart with a shrug. Then she frowned. “Be good to her, Jimmy. Don’t break her heart.”
“I won’t, Mrs. Stuart,” said Frank. “I’ve totally fallen in love with Melanie – I’d never do anything to hurt her.”
She seemed satisfied with this. “Okay, off you go,” she said.
Frank returned to Melanie’s bedroom, and gently shook her awake. “Hi Jimmy,” she said with a sleepy smile.
“I have to go,” he said. “Your mum’s home and she’s a bit upset – she needs to talk to you.”
“What’s wrong?” asked Melanie, sitting up and looking worried.
“Your mum will explain.” He kissed her softly on the lips. “I love you,” he said, “and I’ll see you tomorrow.”
“I love you too,” she said.
Frank left the house and went home. He found his ‘father’ sitting alone in the living room. “Ah, hello … Jimmy,” said Jimmy.
“Oh cut the crap,” said Frank with a weary sigh. He flopped down on the sofa. “How’s adulthood treating you?”
“Well, I wanted to talk to you about that,” said Jimmy. “I’ve decided I want to switch back. I think maybe the wish didn’t work before because I didn’t really want it to. But now, I’m certain. I want to be a boy again.”
Frank looked at him quizzically. “What brought this on?” he inquired. “I thought you were loving it.”
Jimmy threw up his hands. “It’s just … too much!” he said. “Mum … I mean Angela … keeps wanting sex all the time, which was great at first but … I’m tired, Frank! And work! There’s so much to do! There’s all this pressure on me to produce results, to give good lectures … and, I mean, I know what I’m doing and what I’m talking about, but I’m beginning to hate it, Frank, I really am.” He sighed. “And I miss my friends. I miss being a boy. Things were simpler. Oh, I had a rough time at school, but I think I could do better now. Just like you’re doing better than I was.”
Frank looked at him steadily. “Well Jimmy,” he said. “I sympathize, I really do. But I have to say, I’m loving being fourteen again. I have a girlfriend now, and our relationship is truly wonderful.”
“Melanie?” asked Jimmy. “She’s actually your girlfriend now?”
Frank nodded. “And I’m happy. Very happy.”
“Are you having sex with her?” asked Jimmy.
Frank shrugged. “That’s our business,” he said.
“You are!” Jimmy accused him. “Frank, she’s fourteen!”
“So am I,” said Frank defensively.
“No you’re not – you’re thirty-seven! You’re old enough to be her dad! And she’s underage! What are you thinking?”
Frank folded his arms. “Jimmy, I’m not doing anything illegal. As far as the law will be concerned, I’m fourteen.”
“Sex between fourteen-year-olds is illegal!” exclaimed Jimmy.
“Well, yes, but it’s a grey area and it’s hardly ever prosecuted,” said Frank. “The point is, it’s not statutory rape as I’m underage too.”
“That’s not the point as well you know!” said Jimmy.
“What about you, then?” demanded Frank, jumping to his feet. “Incest! You’re fucking your own mother!”
Jimmy recoiled. “But … she’s my wife,” he said.
“Ha!” said Frank derisively. “No moral high ground for you, Jimbo. If I’m thirty-seven, you’re banging your mum. End of story.”
Jimmy sighed. “All of which,” he said, “brings us back to my original point. We need to swap back!”
“No,” said Frank irritably. “Your original point was that you want to swap back. I don’t, however. I’m having a very nice time thank you.”
“Frank!” whined Jimmy. “You know it’s the right thing to do!”
Frank hesitated. “Maybe,” he said. “But you said it yourself – our first try may not have worked because one of us didn’t really want it to work. Well, that’s true this time, too.”
Jimmy’s shoulders slumped disconsolately. “We can try, can’t we?” he said.
Frank considered this. “Let’s give it another week,” he suggested. “By that time, who knows, I might be sick of being this age. But this is not a good time for me to change back, Jimmy. Give me another week.”
“Okay,” said Jimmy with a sigh.
“By the way,” said Frank, “Melanie’s coming over here tomorrow.”
“She is?” said Jimmy, looking interested. “When?”
“I don’t know yet. I’ll chat to her tonight on Messenger and arrange a time. Will you try to see that Angie doesn’t make a fuss about it?”
Jimmy snorted. “Like I have any control over Angie!”
“Oh dear,” said Frank. “She’s really got you wrapped around her little finger, hasn’t she? No wonder you want to swap back.”
Jimmy looked embarrassed. “I want to be sleeping with Melanie, not Angie,” he said. “Angie’s just … too adult. I really wish I could go back to your body and be Melanie’s boyfriend.”
Frank said nothing.
The next day, Melanie came over after breakfast, wearing a very short miniskirt that only just covered her bottom. She seemed very subdued, but she managed a small smile as Frank came down the stairs to meet her. Angela watched with her arms folded as the two of them kissed in the hall. Frank steeled himself, trying to guess how Angie would interfere with their courtship, but to his amazement she said, “Well, you two lovebirds have fun. I’m going shopping.”
Why she did not seem to be either jealous or disapproving, Frank had no idea, but he did not stop to question it. He led Melanie up to his room, and shut the door behind them. Melanie smiled and sat down on the bed, but Frank had other ideas. “Come and look at this,” he said. He opened a window on his computer.
Melanie gasped as she saw a picture of herself looking wretchedly miserable while being fucked in the anus by Paul. “You downloaded them?” she asked.
Frank nodded. “Would you like me to delete them?”
Melanie began to nod, then hesitated. “Do you want to keep them?” she asked a little mournfully.
Frank looked at the picture. “Keep a picture of you being screwed by another boy?” he said. “No. The dog ones are nice, but since you were coerced, I don’t want them. If I ever want a picture of you being fucked by a dog, maybe then I’ll ask you very nicely if you’ll oblige. And if you say no, that’s fine. But these pictures … no, I don’t want them. Except one.”
“Which one?” asked Melanie.
He browsed the file list, and double-clicked on the one he wanted. “This one,” he said.
Melanie gasped, and then laughed. “Oh my God!” she exclaimed.
Frank was rather pleased with the result of his surreptitious snap the day before. He had had to crop the photo a bit to remove Melanie’s bottom from the shot, but what remained was priceless: Paul, naked from the waist down, grappling with his dog from behind. He was obviously in the middle of a grunt of effort, and his contorted face, combined with the pose, gave no other impression than that he was, in fact, humping the dog.
“On the off-chance that you permitted me to keep this picture,” said Frank, “I took the liberty of printing out a few copies.” He indicated a pile of over a hundred pieces of paper, all of which bore the same photo.
Melanie burst out laughing. “Jimmy, you’re a genius! What are you going to do with them?”
“Pass them out at school,” said Frank. “Post a couple on notice boards. That kind of thing.” He grinned evilly. “I promised you revenge.”
She clapped her hands. “Oh, I can’t wait to see his face!” Then she looked troubled. “But … wouldn’t it be better to buy his silence with the photos?”
“Too late for that,” said Frank with a sigh. “He’s already told a few people. I had an email from Danny late last night, asking me what had happened in the woods. Paul told David, you see, and David told … well, everyone, I suppose.”
Melanie’s face fell. “Oh Jimmy,” she said, “Tomorrow’s going to be horrible!”
“No it isn’t,” he assured her. “Because we’re going to set the record straight. We’re going to tell everyone the truth about how we were walking in the woods and came across Paul humping his dog. Who do you think people will believe when they see this photo?”
Melanie giggled. “I suppose you’re right,” she said. “Oh well done Jimmy – I should have had more faith in you.”
Frank’s smile faded. “I didn’t do that well,” he said. “You still got badly hurt.”
“It didn’t hurt that much,” she reassured him.
“That’s not what I meant,” he said. “I’m worried about you, Melanie. Such an awful experience – I can’t help feeling it will leave scars.”
Melanie shrugged. “I’ll get over it,” she said. “But let’s not talk about that. Let’s do something … to take our minds off it.”
Frank smiled at her. “How would you like to have sex in front of my dad?” he suggested.
Her eyes became saucers. “Wouldn’t he freak out?” she asked.
Frank shook his head. “He’ll be okay with it. In fact, he’ll probably enjoy watching.”
“Really?” asked Melanie. “Are you sure?”
Frank nodded. “I’ll show you,” he said. He got up and led her downstairs, where Jimmy was watching Requiem For a Dream. He had always been forbidden to watch 18-rated DVDs in Frank’s collection, and now that he was an adult he was quite gleefully making his way through all of them, even though he had Frank’s memories of the films in question.
“Mind if we watch this with you?” asked Frank, sitting down on the sofa. Melanie joined him.
“You’re too young for this film,” said Jimmy. “Er, well Melanie is. I mean…”
“Come on, ‘Dad’,” said Frank sardonically. “Lighten up a little.”
Jimmy shrugged, and said no more on the matter. Frank smiled at Melanie and leaned back, putting his arm around her. She nestled against his side, and he placed one hand on her right breast and began to squeeze it gently. She responded by putting her left leg across his lap, so that her panties were almost fully revealed. It took Jimmy less than a minute to notice, and after that, he paid scant attention to the film, although he tried very hard to make it look as if he wasn’t stealing glimpses at Melanie every few seconds.
After a few minutes’ kissing and cuddling, Frank put one hand down the front of Melanie’s panties and started masturbating her. She was soon panting excitedly, and Jimmy’s eyes were on stalks as he turned to look at them, getting more blatant with every passing moment.
Melanie was almost at her climax when Frank stopped stroking her. “Oh, don’t stop!” she moaned. But he merely helped her out of her t-shirt, and took off her bra.
“Er, hey!” said Jimmy. “Um, stop that Fr … um, Jimmy!”
“Shut up and watch your film, Dad,” said Frank. He laid Melanie down on the sofa and started sucking on her perfect pink nipples. After a moment, he reached up her skirt and grabbed her panties, pulling them down her legs until they were completely off. For good measure, he took off her socks and shoes, then he started kissing her ankles. As he worked his way up, Melanie parted her legs for him, and from his armchair Jimmy stared with fascination at her naked, shaved pussy.
Frank’s tongue soon reached Melanie’s pussy, and he began licking and sucking on her clitoris while he pushed a finger inside her and started stroking her g-spot. She began to moan loudly, her orgasm approaching again. Before she reached it, however, Frank stopped licking and withdrew his finger, causing Melanie to groan with frustration. He pulled her skirt off, leaving her completely naked. Then. taking down his trousers and pulling out his meager erection, Frank lubed it with jelly and lay on top of Melanie, sliding himself easily into her vagina.
“Hey! You two!” exclaimed Jimmy plaintively.
“Either watch your film and be quiet,” said Frank, panting, “or come over and get a closer look at what we’re doing.”
Melanie’s eyes widened in surprise, but she did not object, and Frank kissed her softly. After a moment, he heard the creak of the armchair, and Jimmy walked hesitantly up to them. He knelt down beside the sofa and stared with awe at Melanie’s breast.
Frank continued thrusting inside Melanie, but he managed to gasp, “Do you mind … if my dad … touches your breast?”
Melanie looked apprehensively from Frank to Jimmy, but she nodded. Jimmy, taking that as permission, placed his large hand on Melanie’s breast, and started massaging it. Melanie closed her eyes.
“Shall we try a different position?” suggested Frank. Melanie opened her eyes, glanced nervously at Jimmy, then nodded. Frank pulled out of her and gestured for her to get up. Then he lay down on the sofa. “Climb on top and straddle me,” he instructed her.
Melanie stepped over him and sat down carefully on his penis, guiding it into her cunt as she settled into position. Then, in an upright position, she started moving up and down, while Jimmy goggled at her nudity. He came around behind her and put his arms around her, his hands cupping her breasts and squeezing them, his fingers tweaking her nipples.
After a moment, Frank pulled Melanie down towards him so that he could whisper in her ear, “Would you consider letting my dad fuck your anus?”
Melanie sat bolt upright again, staring at Frank. “It’s okay,” he said gently. “You can always say no and I’ll love you just the same.”
Melanie thought for a moment, then she nodded and lay down on top of Frank, holding him tightly. “Ji… er, Dad,” said Frank. “Grab that tube of KY jelly, will you? Melanie wants you to stick that stiffy of yours in her anus.”
Jimmy stared at him for a moment, but his lust was obvious. Hurriedly he dropped his trousers, took out his penis (‘I remember that!’ thought Frank), and lubed it well. Then he lay down on top of Melanie, being careful to support himself on the sofa and floor so that he did not let his full weight settle on her. He pressed the head of his erection against her anal sphincter, and pushed.
Melanie gasped as her anus was forced open to accommodate Jimmy’s large penis. Then she whimpered with slight pain as he slid it very slowly inside her. When he was buried up to the hilt, he started thrusting, slowly at first, and then with increasing speed. Below Melanie, Frank continued thrusting his erection in and out of her cunt. It took under a minute for both him and his father to reach an orgasm. They groaned in unison, but at very different pitches, as they both climaxed inside Melanie’s body.
Jimmy climbed off, and Melanie sat up, looking rather shell-shocked. Frank reached down and stroked her clitoris, so that her shocked expression gave way to one of contentment, then one of pleasure, and finally one of ecstasy as she reached her own orgasm. She collapsed on top of Frank, who cuddled her lovingly for a few minutes. Then he grabbed their clothes and led her upstairs. As they passed Jimmy, who had returned to his armchair, Melanie said “Thank you Mr. Windham.” Jimmy was looking too shocked himself to reply.
Inside Frank’s bedroom with the door shut, Melanie lay down on Frank’s bed, still naked, and curled herself up into a ball. “I’ve now had four different penises inside me in the last twenty-four hours,” she said tonelessly. “You can’t say I’m not a slut now.”
“I can, and I will,” said Frank firmly. “Yesterday doesn’t count – it was rape, near enough. Today was … well, it was a threesome. That doesn’t make you a slut, it just means we’re an adventurous couple. So … did you like it?”
“Kind of,” said Melanie, looking at the floor. “Well, a bit. Actually, not much. It hurt, and I’m afraid I just don’t find your dad very attractive. He’s old.”
That stung Frank, but he tried not to show it. He had hoped to lend justification to his relationship with Melanie, somehow, but now he felt like he had seduced her under false pretenses. Which, if he was honest with himself, he had. Guilt began to rear its ugly head in his mind.
“Well, I’m sorry,” he said. “I hoped you would enjoy it. But … I won’t ask you to do that again.”
She smiled at him and sat up. “Silly,” she said. “Just because I don’t enjoy something, doesn’t mean I’m not happy to do it for you. I’ll let your dad have sex with me again … if that’s what you want.”
Frank shook his head sadly. What a lousy boyfriend he was turning out to be. “So,” he said, “what’s happening with your parents?”
Melanie sighed. “Mum kicked Dad out of the house,” she said. “He’s gone to stay in a hotel. She says she’s going to divorce him. Dad says he’s very sorry and it won’t happen again, but Mum says she can’t bear to stay married to him.”
Frank squeezed her hand. “I’m sorry,” he said. “That’s got to be rough on you.”
She shrugged, then said, “Jimmy … do you want to have sex with my mum?”
Frank’s jaw dropped. “What? Why do you ask?”
“Well, after those massages … I kind of got the impression that you want her … and I think she would probably let you…”
Frank shook his head. “Melanie, your mum is a beautiful woman, but I couldn’t do that to you.”
“Why not?” she asked. “I just had sex with your dad. I … wouldn’t mind … much.”
Frank leaned over and kissed her tenderly. “Melanie,” he said. “You’re the only girl for me. Massaging your mum, and giving her an orgasm, was fun, but I wouldn’t want it to go beyond that.”
Melanie nodded. “Okay,” she said. “So, what do you want to do now?”
Frank smiled sadly at her. “There’s something I need to do,” he said. “Wait here a moment.”
She nodded, and waited patiently while he left the room and went downstairs.
“Jimmy,” said Frank. “I think it’s time.”
Jimmy looked up from his chair. “Time?” he said. “Oh! You mean…”
Frank nodded. “I’ve done some very bad things,” he said. “I suspect you’ll be a much better boyfriend for Melanie than I’ve been.”
Jimmy stared at him. Then he said, “I wish I could be back in my old body.”
“I wish I could be back in my old body,” repeated Frank.
There was sound like a sudden loud clap of thunder. The room shifted. He found himself looking up at himself … only it was just his son, Jimmy, and he was the man, Frank, again.
“Well, I guess that’s it,” he said. Then new memories began to flood into his head. “Oh … my goodness!” he said. “Mum sucked you off during a lecture??”
“Good grief!” piped Jimmy. “Paul raped Melanie? And so did his dog?? And what the hell’s with all that poo???”
“Hush!” said Frank. “You know what to do with those pictures, right?”
“Hell yes!” exclaimed Jimmy. “Boy, I’m going to make that bastard suffer!”
“Good for you,” said Frank. “Now go upstairs and make Melanie a happy little girl.”
Jimmy blushed at all the memories. “Wow, she’s an amazing girl – I had no idea!” he said. “Don’t worry Dad – I’ll be very sweet to her.”
“Not too sweet, though,” said Frank. “I mean, sweet yes, but she does like to be made to do things. Just don’t get carried away, like I did.”
Jimmy nodded, then ran upstairs. A few minutes later, he came down with Melanie. “We’re just going for a walk,” he announced. “We’ll see you later.”
“Okay,” said Frank. He smiled at Melanie. “Nice to see you, Melanie,” he said. “I’m sorry about … before. I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
Melanie blushed and looked at the floor. “That’s okay, Mr. Windham,” she said. Then she and Jimmy left the house, leaving Frank sighing in a fit of melancholy.
A little later, Angie returned with the shopping. Frank got up from his chair and stared at her sharply. He would not easily forget what she had put him through. “That’s a shameful microskirt you’re wearing there, Angie,” he said.
She stared at him. “Frank…?” she said.
“Yes, I’m back,” he said with a chuckle. “Now run, you little minx, because I’m going to give you such a spanking!”
She squealed, dropped her shopping, and made a dash for the stairs. Frank grinned and gave chase. His new memories, courtesy of Jimmy, had given him a whole new appreciation for his wife’s bedroom skills. This was going to be a fun afternoon!