Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. MARY - THE BEGINNING Prologue: Dear Reader. Many of you wrote asking for less blood and gore and more love and tenderness. I'm going to try and tell a true story, or at least that's how it was represented to me, of a young girl's seduction one long hot summer some time back when things were different. If the subject of this story comes unwittingly upon this page forgive my inadequacies as a writer and accept this as homage to you and things past. ------------------------ Summer holidays, when you're young they sometimes seem to stretch on forever, one day after another as if they'd never end. But of course they do, as everything eventually does, but not before a little piece of it gets taken into your heart to be pulled out again and looked at when days are less sunny and skies don't look quite as blue. Rarely, something happens that you not only remember but long to return to. Something that changes your life, completely and forever. Mary was nine and things were good, well at least OK. Now she was a big girl, school no longer bothered her in the same way it had in the early years when her shyness had held her back and making friends had been so, so hard. Intelligent and quick-witted she had finally found her place, attending after school activities, learning the piano and even taking a part in the school play. Yeah. It was OK. Mostly. An only child and a late one at that, she was used to being alone when at home. Friend could come to stay of course, but she wasn't a great `sharer' It didn't bother her much most times but summers like these, without a friend to play with, they just seemed to go on and on for ever. Her Mum and Dad had a big house in the countryside and often relatives would take advantage of all those extra, unused rooms and come to stay but as the years progressed visitors became less frequent. Although one such visitor did come calling that summer that she'd never, ever forget. Her cousin Sally turned up with a blue-eyed lanky boyfriend called Jamie in tow. Mary vaguely remembered her from past family gatherings that had been common when she was younger but had dropped out of favour with the passage of time and with parents who liked to snooze through the warm summer evenings rather than party. She had seen the car pull up from her bedroom window and had looked out as the pair climbed the steps to the front door, luggage in hand. She heard her mother's welcoming cry, imagined the `hellos and kisses' and decided to stay put. But her mother's next call summoned her down and she had stood awkwardly waiting as the pair of newcomers, acting like proverbial Prodigal Son's, threw arms around her mum and dad and carelessly dropped their battered luggage to the floor. "Wow. Haven't you grown?" Sally took her in her arms and gave her a squeeze. "And, you're so pretty. Jamie "she turned and grabbed his hand and tugged him over "Jamie, say hello to Mary" For a moment he loomed over her and then squatted down and took her hand "Hello Mary. My name's Jamie and Sally's told me so much about you. I hope we can be friends" she nodded but said nothing and at the first opportunity escaped back to her room. Mary said little but listened a lot and soon she had the story. Sally, who was nineteen, was up at Uni for a second term and had met Jamie, a mature student, at a jazz festival and the became an 'item'. Jamie was over thirty; hence they weren't spending the holidays with Sally's parents, turning up at Mary's house instead and hoping for a week or so of illicit summer fun. "I'm not making judgements" said Mary's dad "But its separate rooms while they're under my roof" Mary often found Sally and Jamie running around the house, giggling like school children, when she left her room to go the kitchen or the bathroom. Once she caught them kissing and stood transfixed watching, as it seemed to her, them eating each other's faces. Jamie saw her over Sally's shoulders and keeping her in his gaze, dropped a hand to fondle Sally's bum. Mary felt herself blush, she knew this was naughty, but didn't run away. Sally turned her head and smiled then did something with her free hand that made Jamie laugh softly. Next morning, Sally and Jamie took Mary with them to walk outside in the extensive countryside surrounding the house. They played ball and silly games and chased each other through the woods until they all collapsed exhausted but laughing on the grass in a small sheltered glade. Mary flopped down, arms above her head, legs splayed and played dead. So far,it had been a fun day, one of the best. "I like your panties" Mary said "They're pretty" Mary sat up, aware something had changed. Sally's tone. The way they were looking at her. Things were different, sort of interesting, but weird. "Look" said Sally pulling up her skirt and opening her knees "Do you think my panties are pretty?" Mary said nothing although she did nod her head. She knew this was naughty but didn't want it to stop. "Look, Mary" Sally smoothed her panties and made a camel-toe shape around her vulva "Do you think that's nice?" Not waiting for a reply but keeping her eyes fixed on Mary's face she run a finger down her slit "Do you know what this is called?" Mary swallowed "Cunny. Its your cunny" "No" Sally replied "It's a cunt. Say cunt, Mary" "Cunt" repeated Mary softly. "Do this, Mary" Sally began to rub herself and Mary copied. "Jamie doesn't wear panties" Sally smiled at Mary's easy acquiescence "Jamie wears pants. Would you like to see?" Mary nodded but her eyes were glued on Sally's fingers now busy at work inside her white panties. Jamie stood up, undid his belt, slid his trousers down to his ankles and sat back down. Quietly. Sally reached out and run a hand over Jamie's bulge "This is a cock, Mary. Say cock. Say, cunt and cock" Mary looked back, her hand lying loosely between her thighs, her mouth open, her breathing heavy "Cunt. Cock" she said. -------------------------- And so it began. A summer of two weeks that Mary would never forget. When her own child reached a similar age, the same as she had been then, that wonderful summer of initiation, she thought maybe, just maybe she could relive those precious times again. Only, perhaps a little stronger. Perhaps a little more interesting. Yes, she could make it much more interestingMARY - THE BEGINNINGS