"What was he expelled for?"

I turned to look at my mother because she hadn't answered me, her face was a little red, "Mum...what was he expelled for?"

My mother mumbled, "I really have no idea darling!"

I thought to myself, 'She must think I'm mad to believe that Mary wouldn't have told my mother every minute detail of what David had done to get expelled from school.'

Mum patted my shoulder and returned to her 'Office', leaving me to my homework. I'd moved on to English, I had to read a chapter from our set book and write a two hundred word summary in the style of a magazine article. I moved from my seat to sit on my desk, I read the chapter in short bursts as David was playing on my mind and I kept looking out at him. I got my rough note pad and scribbled my thoughts for my assignment down. I wrote two hundred and fifty words so I'd have to do an edit to get rid of at least forty-five words and then rewrite the assignment in my best handwriting in my exercise book.

David was even more on my mind after he'd turned onto his face and I could see just how little the back of his trunks were, it looked like he was wearing a thong from behind, when I first glanced over I'd thought that he'd taken his trunks off and the breath caught in my throat until I saw the micro-thin strands of material emanating from the crack between his buttocks.

I searched through my drawers, I found my school swimming costume, I didn't own anything smaller, actually, I'd never sunbathed in my life before. My mother was quite conservative until my father divorced her, she changed overnight, she had to start working for a living and she had very few skills so she did a night-school course in therapeutic massage, actually she was still doing the course but almost from the first week she was earning money from massaging...'People'...in our garage which she'd cleaned out as a massage room. She wasn't doing therapeutic massage though; she would need her credentials and a licence from the Medical Council for that.

I was only twelve at that time and from my mother swaddling me from head to toe to keep me safe all the time, the change in her resulted in her encouraging me to 'Display' myself; she would often push me towards boys, trying to get me interested in a boyfriend. And when I complained about her pushing me at every boy she saw, she would just say, "Life's too short to miss out on a single minute of pleasure when it's available."

I suddenly regretted refusing my mother's offer of buying me a bikini to sunbath in and show off at the same time.

I had my swimming costume behind my back as I stood in the doorway leading into my mother's office and did my, "Muuuuummmmmmyyyyyeeeeee!' kind of whine, she closed her screen down, she wasn't working, she was Skyping with one of her customers, arranging a space in her calendar to fit him in. She only did massages when I was at school as a rule but the man was trying to make an appointment to visit her later on tonight. Mum turned to face me, "What is it darling?"

"Do you think it would be okay for me to sunbath in the back garden for an hour?"

"You'll need sunscreen but I'm sure you'll be okay...what were you planning on wearing?"

I pulled my hand from behind my back and held my one piece swimming costume out for her to see, she smiled at me, "Okay, if you wear that you probably won't need sunscreen, it almost covers you more than your school uniform."

I breathed a heavy sigh, I felt disappointment, I knew she was right; my school swimming costume was deliberately designed not to inflame the passions of the boys in the same class that would be in the swimming pool with us.

"Tell you what, I have a couple of bikinis that are a bit small for me, why don't I dig them out and let you see what you think?"

I lightened up again and nodded my head, I followed mum into her bedroom, she went straight for her bottom drawer, as she dug through her old clothes I was looking over her shoulder, I spotted her trying to hide something under a basque, I'd seen enough to realise that it was a vibrator, around ten inches long and five inches in circumference, the Devil climbed on my shoulder and whispered in my ear, "Ask her what that was!"

"Mum, what was that thing that you just pushed under your old basque?"

I saw a little colour flush through her cheeks and she sighed, "It's my husband substitute darling."

"What does that mean mummmmmmeeeeee!"

She pulled the sex toy out and showed it to me, "I use this whenever I'm missing your dad."

She twisted the base and it buzzed into life and then she turned it off again and hid it back at the bottom of her drawer. "Here, the red bikini is too small for me now and the white one is even smaller and a little threadbare, I remembered to put them in a cool wash but forgot and put them in the tumble dryer on full heat and they both shrank."

She placed the red bikini under my chin and shook her head, "No...not with your colouring darling, let's hope that the white one is still okay!"

The white bikini was designed to cover far less skin than the red one so out of the two I realised that the white one would have more impact on...well, let's say tanning my body rather than impressing David from next door.

I went into my room and stripped off, I heard my mother telling her customer that he could come around in fifteen minutes time but he would only have an hour long session. I put the bikini on and looked at myself in the mirror and was flooded with disappointment again, "Mum, I think I might have to wear the red bikini after all!"

Mum came to my bedroom doorway and looked at me, "What's wrong darling?"

"Well, there are holes in the bikini bottoms and look, there is too much of me down there for the bikini to cover."

"Well darling, the holes are all up by the waistband at the back and that bit of you is easy to fix if you want to wear the white bikini, come into the bathroom with me."

I followed mum into the bathroom, she covered the floor with a large bath towel and she stood me in front of the toilet, she then reached for the door to the sacred place, the one small cabinet that still had a little of my father in it, he'd left his after shave, some disposable razors, shaving cream and a few other bits. Mum brought his moustache trimmer down, my father didn't actually have a moustache but my mother would use the trimmer on the back of his neck to clear away the hairs from the back of his neck between visits to the hairdressers.

Mum sat on the toilet and pulled me in front of her, she put my hands on my hips and she got me to pull the front of my bikini bottoms down half an inch. She used the waistband of the bikini bottoms as a line to cut a narrow firebreak across the forest of ginger powder puff, once she was happy that the line was straight and level she got me to pull my pants down a little lower and then slipped the trimmer into the line and strimmed up towards my belly button. The ginger trees all fell to the towel covered floor around my feet.

Once all the trees were fallen I looked down and was disappointed again, no trees showing above the waistband of my bikini bottoms but where the trees had been there was now an inch wide stripe of rust across my lower abdomen.

"Mum, that looks worse!"

"Sarah, stop panicking, I've only finished phase one so far."

The trimmer was returned to its place of reverie and mother pulled one of her bottles of massage oil from her shelf, she rubbed a little of the oil into the rust band. The oil tinged as it soaked into my skin. Mum then took a brand new disposable razor from my father's old stock. She started to shave over the rust, the oil was clear but as mum wiped the head of the razor on a fold of toilet tissue it looked like red paint soaking into the tissue.

It took just five minutes and my rust patch was as smooth and as pink as a baby's bottom.

"Take the towel down with you, shake your hair off of it onto the flower bed and then lay it on the grass hairy side down."

"Are you going to put sunscreen on me?"

"Well I could Sarah but if someone saw a girl struggling to oil herself, they might just be gallant enough to offer to spread the oil on for her!"

It was another example of my mother's change since my dad divorced her, pushing me towards a boy again, I used an exasperated tone when I said "Mum...really!"

"No, don't 'Really' me, I wasted a long time turning fun opportunities down and I'm doing all I can now to make up for lost time, you shouldn't make the same mistakes as me."

Mum turned me to face the door and looked at the line of holes just under the waistband at the back of my bikini bottoms, "They won't cause you any problems back there. You do remember that I've been offering to buy you a bikini of your own since our holiday in Spain last year don't you?"

"Yes, I know and I was the one turning you down all the time and now I could do with a bikini that was made in my size rather than one that was only my size because of the result of a nuclear accident!"

Mum slapped my bottom overly hard, pushing me towards the bathroom door, "Go on darling, go and knock his socks off!"

I looked over my shoulder, "Mum, not sure if you noticed or not but David isn't wearing socks!"

Mum grinned, "Oh...I did notice that, in fact he's not wearing very much at all at the moment so go and make the most of it,"

I walked rather tentatively into the back yard, I shook the line chopped down of trees over the flower bed and then walked down the back garden. I spread the towel on the grass roughly level with where David was lying and I sat on the towel, I opened the tube of sunscreen and squidged some onto my left arm the tube made a loud farting noise, just as the track David was listening too went silent, he pushed his chest away from the towel as if he was doing a push up, "Too many greens in your diet?"

I looked over at him, I turned slightly and looked from David to my bedroom window, my mum was undressing in my room and changing into her white nylon lab coat. I'd seen her dressed for work before in her white nylon uniform but I'd never seen her getting changed for work before, I'd always assumed that she had other clothes on under her 'Lab coat' but it turned out that she was totally naked under it, no bra, no panties, nothing.

"What time will your parents get home from work sexy?"

I opened my mouth and was about to say that my mother was already home but movement in my room caught my eye, my mother was crossing her hands in front of her body, telling me not to tell David that she was home, she pointed to the garage and tapped her watch, she was telling me to say she wouldn't be home for an hour.

I looked back at David, "My mother will be at work for about another hour!" I wasn't being untruthful, my mother's customer would be here any minute and he would be expecting an hour long massage.

"So, what's your name gorgeous?"

"I'm Sarah, what's yours?"

"I'm David, I'm a friend of Mary's."

"Where are you from David?"

"I'm up from London for a few days of rest and recuperation, My university course is hell!"

"Funny, you look more like a year eleven student than a university undergraduate!"

David grinned at me, he looked away, looked all around to see if anyone was paying us any attention, he even looked up at my bedroom window, the bathroom window and then the kitchen window and the French doors into our living room.

"Yes, okay...I'm only sixteen and I'm not at uni yet."

"You never will be going to uni either if you spend much of your time expelled from school!"

"Not expelled, just...just suspended for a few weeks."

"What did you get suspended for?"

David's face split into a broad grin, "This time it was for having a party."

"A party at school?"

"No, a party at home."

"Schools don't usually suspend a student foe organising a party at home."

David's face looked a little uncomfortable for a moment before he grinned again and said, "They do if you get three of your classmates pregnant at the party!"

Well that answer took me aback a little, I wasn't expecting anything like that level of truthfulness...if he was being truthful and not just some kind of fantasist.

"So what about the time before that?"

"I didn't say there had been a time before that."

"Suspensions aren't doled out lightly, you'd been bad before that time!"

"I got a month's detention for drilling a hole between the girl's and boy's changing rooms so that I could spy on the girls when they were getting changed."

"Was that the only other time you did something wrong?"

"Good God no! Just the first time I was caught...I also got a week's suspension for...Well, suffice it to say I was entertaining a girl from my class in the school swimming pool over lunchtime."

As I was talking to David I was slowly rubbing sunscreen into my left arm. David stepped over the low fence separating Mary's garden from ours, "Want a hand with rubbing that in darling?"

As David walked the few steps to me it looked like his trunks were swelling out more. David knelt on my towel and shuffled up behind me, he farted a trail of sunscreen over my shoulders, he started massaging the cream into my neck and shoulders as well as down over my right arm. "Are you still a virgin Sarah?"

I gasped a little at his question, I was just about to say that I was still a virgin, his hands were rubbing down my back towards the clasp at the back of my bikini top. There were a million galloping horses racing up and down my spine as David touched me and as his fingers stroked over my clasp, he kissed the nape of my neck, softly, like a butterfly landing on my skin. I was just about to melt when a naff ring tone sounded from my bedroom window.

My mother must have left her mobile phone on my desk when she was getting changed. I looked up at my bedroom window, "I'd better go and answer that."

"Is that your bedroom?"

"Yes."

"Can I come up with you?"

I stopped David following me up to my bedroom by putting my hand on his chest, "Better not, that might be mum telling me she's finished work!"

I ran up to my bedroom to answer the phone, I looked out from my bedroom window to make sure that David was still in the back garden as I answered my mother's phone, I said, "Hello!"

"Hi Vicky, Gary here, can I swap my massage on Monday from three o'clock in the afternoon to sometime in the morning please..."

I cut him short, "Sorry Gary, I'm not Victoria, I'm just taking her phone to her, hang on please."

"Hi 'Not Vicky', do you do massage with a happy ending as well, like Vicky?"

I resisted answering him, fortunately I was already at the kitchen and the doorway through to the garage, I knocked at the closed door just as a gust of wind blew through the house and as I rapped my knuckles against the door it popped open and the gust almost took it off of its hinges, throwing the door wide open. I saw the very naked man on the massage table. I expected to see my mother standing at his side in her professional white lab coat, massaging oil into his strained muscles. I was partly right, my mother was there massaging one muscle but she wasn't standing at his side and she wasn't dressed in her professional white uniform, she was kneeling on the bed with the guy, her knees straddling his thighs, her bottom pressing against his knees and both hands massaging up and down a very large and very oily erection while she was totally naked.

The door banging open had made the man jump, he looked straight at me standing as I was in my mother's old white bikini, he gasped and suddenly he erupted shooting jizz up all over my mother's face. The man had climaxed but he checked his watch and complained that he still had forty minutes left!

Mum was totally unfazed; she used a hand towel to wipe her face clean and then dropped it over his midriff to hide his cock before she climbed down and came to the doorway, pushing me back into the utility room that separated the kitchen from the garage, she was looking in my eyes as she took the call, "No Gary, Monday mornings are my busiest time, you come at three o'clock and if I'm not finished by four o'clock you don't have to leave, actually, as three o'clock is my last spot, from now on I can run over longer in the afternoon now!"

Mum closed the call down, I was just staring at my mother's naked body, she blushed slightly, "Well, I guess that now the cat is out of the bag I don't have to cut work short at four o'clock anymore."

"That Gary bloke asked me if I did massage with a happy ending...what does that mean?"

"What you just did for Colin...only you gave him a happy middle rather than a happy ending and now I'm going to have to work extra hard to 'Fluff' him up again to give him his proper happy ending. How are you getting on with David?"

"He's a bloody sex maniac mum."

"He's a normal sixteen year old boy, he thinks about sex every six minutes."

"He's just told me that he made three girls pregnant in his class, that's why he was suspended."

"Well, at least he'll be a good guy to lose your cherry to; he'll know what to do."

Mum opened the door again, Colin looked at me and his flaccid cock started to re-inflate almost instantly, she handed me a condom in its foil wrapper, "If you're worried, make him wear this!"

"Mum...I'm not going to let him do that to me."

"That would be a pity; a boy as experienced as David doesn't come along every day of the week."

Mum looked at Colin's cock again; she smiled at me, "One less job for me to do I guess."

I pulled the door closed but it didn't latch, I pushed it open a little, my mother was back kneeling on Colin's legs and she was squirting oil into her palms before massaging it into his cock again. I looked down at the edge of the door frame; there was a fold of foil wrapper off of a used condom stuck against the frame, stopping the door closing properly. I picked up the foil and closed the door again, this time there was a satisfying clunk as the door closed properly.

I walked into the kitchen; David was watching me like a hawk as I walked through to the back garden. I didn't have anywhere to hide the condom, no purse, no handbag, no pocket, I didn't even have a book that I could hide it with so as I approached the back door the only thing I could think of doing with the condom was to push it under the waistband of my bikini bottoms. I stepped into the garden with a little more confidence than I had as I walked across the kitchen with a condom in my hand.

David stood there watching my every step as I neared the towel spread out over the grass. David suddenly grinned and the lump in his trunks made a violent jump, "Are you a good scout Sarah?"

"What?"

"I was wondering if you were a good scout because you seem to have come prepared...prepared for me to cum at least!"

I looked confused...mainly because I was actually confused.

David tilted his head to one side and as he looked at my bikini bottoms he said, "Durex Fetherlite, I'm a Virgin condom man myself...If I have to wear a condom that it."

I had absolutely no idea what David was talking about, my mother had given me a condom but I hadn't actually looked at it, to me it was just a silver foil wrap without any printing on it from what I'd seen of it in my hand. I followed David's eye line down to the front of my bikini bottoms, another hole had developed under the waistband, this time it was at the front of my knickers and not the back. I suddenly realised what David was looking at, the condom had a plane silver back but the front was printed with the literal Durex Fetherlite and a use by date.

My face heated up, "My mother gave it to me just in case."

"I thought that you said she was at work!"

"She is at work..." I pointed to the garage, "...she works in there."

"Really, what kind of work does she do from your garage?"

"She gives massages!"

"Therapeutic massages or pleasure massages?"

I knew that my mother was training to do therapeutic massage but I also knew that she didn't have her certificates or her licence to do that, I shrugged my shoulders, "Pleasure massage I guess!"

"With or without happy ending?"

I shrugged my shoulders again, "With probably."

David grinned at me again, "And the fact that your mother has given you a condom means that she is perfectly happy if I fuck you!"

I felt my face colour up again and I looked up from my holy bikini bottoms, "She may not mind but it's up to me!"

"Sure it is sexy but believe me, of all the girls I've fucked, not one has ever complained."

David picked up the sunscreen again and filled the palm of his hand; he started at my ankles and rubbed his hands up my legs. I was just standing there looking down at him as he rubbed away, getting ever closer to my bikini bottoms. My mother had often practiced her massage techniques on me and her hands were magical but it was different with David. He was clumsy and he didn't really have any idea what he was doing but because his target at the end of the massage he was giving me was to have sex with me it made my body shiver from the first touch to...well every touch.

As David's fingers closed in on my bikini bottoms, he said, "So Sarah, tell me, what have you done so far with a boy?"

"Nothing, I've never actually been alone with a boy before, this is the first time I've ever worn a bikini, this is actually an old bikini belonging to my mother, she dried it on too high a setting in the tumble dryer and that's why the bikini bottoms are dissolving faster than sugar in a cup of hot tea."

David started to try and pull my bikini bottoms down and I slapped his hands away. "Sarah, it's obvious that you came down here for some reason and the way you're dressed, it was for something sexual!"

That got me thinking, why exactly had I stripped off, put my mother's bikini on and let her cut an inch of my fanny hair off? I really hadn't planned past coming out to sunbath and seeing if I could attract a boy who was so much older than me and, almost exotic, I didn't know anyone who lived in London...it almost made David a film star in my eyes.

"I don't know why I came out here..."

My attempted explanation was cut short by David's mouth covering mine and as he kissed me he divested me of my bra and began massaging sun screen into my breasts and I didn't do anything to stop him until his hands slipped back down to my bikini bottoms again. I shook my head to break his lip-lock and grabbed his wrists to stop him trying to pull my knickers down.

"I don't want you to take my bottoms off!"

David pushed me flat on my back and he straddled my hips, he spent about ten minutes rubbing and playing with my tits, occasionally rolling his upper body forwards to kiss my lips or breasts as well as rub his erection against my belly through his posing pouch swimming trunks.

David got a little bored and he grabbed my right hand and pulled it over to his cock, making me rub it through his trunks. He rolled forward again, trapping my hand between his cock and my belly and as he kissed my lips and rubbed my tits he rolled his cock against the palm of my hand. After he finished kissing me and he pushed his body up again his cock felt strangly uncovered in my hand, I lifted my head and looked down my body, his trunks were hooked under his balls and my fingers were curled around his bare cock.

David wrapped his own hand around my cock filled hand and he encouraged me to rub his cock up and down. I got the idea and I continued rubbing after David let go of my hand. He encouraged me to grip harder and rub faster. I was starting to get a tired wrist after fifteen minutes, I saw David look towards the kitchen and he grinned, I managed to twist my head enough to see my mother standing in our kitchen doorway, she was standing in the doorway, dressed in her white nylon lab-coat.

"How long has my daughter been doing that?"

"Coming up on twenty minutes misses!"

My mother walked down the garden and knelt on the towel at my side, "You have to get him off quicker than that darling, especially if you aren't using lubrication, you'll rub him raw if you're not careful."

My mother wrapped her hand around mine the same way that David had done earlier, she limited my range of movement, I'd been rubbing from his balls up and over his cockhead, my mother stopped my hand going as high as his crown and after she got me into a rhythm and pressure she let go of my hand and bent forward, it looked like she was taking a close look at his knob when she suddenly opened her mouth and slipped lower, taking his cockhead in her mouth.

David exploded in moments and my mother held all of his semen in her mouth until after he finished jerking his body and as she pulled her mouth off of his rapidly shrinking cock she turned her head and spat a mouthful of spunk into the flower bed.

David pulled the front of his trunks back into place, they didn't have nearly so much to cover after he'd emptied his balls. David was suitably happy and content and he sauntered back to his grandmother's back garden. I picked up my towel and followed my mother back into our house. My mother used the shower in the utility room and as she soaped her body I stood there watching her. "Mum, why did you do that to David...I mean, why did you suck his cock like that?"

"Darling, David may only be sixteen but he's a grown man and men have needs, actually it's fortunate that they do or I'd have to go out and get a proper job...and I'd have to work a damned sight harder to make ends meet than I do working from home."

My mother wrapped herself in a bath sheet and stepped out of the shower, she gestured for me to take her place, "You need a shower too darling, you need to wash that excess sunscreen off. I gave you an hour to give David what he needed, a dry wank should never take longer than ten minutes, twenty minutes if you had used a lubricant, so when you still hadn't got David off I had to step in before Mary got back from the shops and David ended up with another night of sexual frustration!"

I was washing myself in the shower, I have to say that having my mother watching me while I was in the shower totally naked did freak me out a little, not quite as much as I freaked when my mother turned the water off and reached in with another towel in her hands and she started drying me.

"I was hoping that as David has the body of a God, he would manage to unlock your virginity, turn you on sexually and that once you felt a cock in your pussy, you'd get the message and stop looking at your body as a gift to be saved until you can give it to your husband, in reality it is a gift that you can give to a thousand men or even a million men and you'll still have more to give to your husband...if you actually decide to look for a husband once you've experienced a few men."

My old mother would never have suggested anything like that; my old mother was the one that engrained into me to keep myself pure and intact for my husband. I furrowed my brow, "I don't understand mum, how come the world has suddenly changed!"

"When I was your age, I kept myself pure, I waited for your father and when we met I kept him at arm's length until I was sure that he was the right man for me. I married him and gave him everything on our wedding night. I thought he was a god, I thought that I was so lucky to have found him. You came along and I felt complete, a whole woman!"

We moved from the utility room and into the kitchen where my mother put our dinner in the oven.

"I really thought that I had everything a woman could want until the day your father came home and handed me the papers from his solicitor and I read through the papers as he packed his bags and walked out the door. I'm not sure if you remember that night, but I think I went a little crazy. While I had been rejecting men who flirted with me over the years, your father hadn't rejected any of the women who had flirted with him though."

Mum stepped out in the back garden still wrapped in her towel, she walked half way down the garden, looked at me and then she looked up at the bedroom windows of Mary's house before she pulled the towel away from her body and hooked it over the washing line to dry. I heard my bottom jaw go 'Boingggg' as it fell to the floor, my mother was standing out in our garden in the failing sunlight, totally naked. She called me to bring my towel to her, I was looking for clothes to put on but she told me just to go out to her. I stood next to my very naked mother in full view of Mary's bedroom windows and anyone who happened to be standing in her back garden.

My towel was pulled away from my body and I was just as naked as my mother but instead of reaching up to hang my towel over the washing line like my mother, I stood there with my hands covering my pussy as I looked nervously up at the bedroom windows at Mary's house.

Mum draped her arm over my shoulder as we stood there in the shafts of sunlight that were fighting their way between the branches of our old apple tree. "As I was saying, I went a little crazy that night, I went out and let the first man who flirted with me take me to his car and fuck me in the pub car park..."

"MOTHER!"

"...don't mother me; you're old enough to hear about this, you're old enough to do it for yourself now! Anyway, it was just a quickie with a man I didn't even know, it was cramped and uncomfortable in the back of his car and fortunately I had just enough control of myself to make him wear a condom but it suddenly dawned on me that I got ten time the pleasure from that quickie than your father had ever given to me. I didn't fight the divorce, in fact I made it as easy as possible for him and from that day onwards, I started to really live."

We returned to the kitchen, still totally naked and stayed naked until dinner was ready. I still had homework to finish and after washing the dinner dishes I went back to my task while mum went back into her office and sat chatting in skype on her PC, still totally naked. I hadn't stayed naked, I'd put my nighty on as soon as I was alone in my room. My nighty was very light-weight; it was emerald green and looked like silk but was only half the weight of real silk. It hadn't started out life as my nighty, it had been my mother's, my father had given it to her as a Valentine's Day gift one year. The nighty had a halter neck and on my mother it had been a micro-mini, showing off her arse, on me it was more a standard mini and I didn't wear a bra or knickers under it.

I hit a difficult part of my Spanish homework and looked out into the dark of my back garden, I saw a sudden red flare in the dark, the end of a lit cigarette as someone sucked air through the tobacco. It had to be David as Mary didn't smoke. I left my homework and looked in on my mother, she was talking to a guy, she was flashing her tits at him and his output was his cock, he was wanking himself off as my mother encouraged him to shoot for her, about once a minute he asked her to show him her tits and every time he asked she lowered her camera down onto her tits.

I was going to tell her that I was popping out into the back garden but she seemed totally engrossed in helping the man climax on screen so I just slipped down the stairs and out into the back garden. David spotted me and he stepped over the wire and walked right up to me. He emptied his lungs of the smoke stored in them and he leaned in to kiss me.

"Does your mum have anything alcoholic to drink in the house?"

"No...not alcohol sorry!"

There was another kiss and David started making small talk with me, we seemed to seamlessly transition from my back door, across the back of my mother's workshop and down towards the street beyond our drive. We had just been in a kind of dance, kissing and talking and suddenly we were in the street. "Hey, I can't be out here, all I have on is my nighty!"

"It looks lovely, if we were in London, you'd be dressed just right to go to any one of the thousand or so nightclubs or discos, you'd get in anywhere dressed like that, no one would ever ID check your cute little arse baby!"

David pulled me down to our local pub even though I was fighting to get back to my rear garden. We went around the back of the pub and David slipped in through the door that customers used to get to the gent's toilets that were in the backyard of the pub. David had dragged me almost all the way to the bar, I stood there feeling very 'Exposed' dressed in just my halter-top nighty, David kept looking into the serving area of the bar, the landlord of the pub served a customer and as the customer took his drink back to his seat and the barman went down into the cellar to collect enough stock to top up an empty shelf, David moved like lightening and was back at my side with a bottle of white rum.

My hand was grabbed and I was pulled back into the backyard of the pub and out into the street beyond. We didn't head home, David dragged me across the road from the pub and into the kids park on the other side of the pub.

David took a massive swallow of the rum and then offered the bottle to me. I'd never tasted alcohol before but I took a little sip, just to try it. "Stolen alcohol always tastes better than bought alcohol!"

David suddenly turned into an octopus; he was all arms and hands. David was kissing me and trying to get my nighty off all at the same time, as fast as I could slap away one hand, two more would try to strip me off. I'd felt awkward being naked with my mother in our own back garden, I'd be damned if I was going to be naked in the kids play area as well.

David suddenly changed tack and as I fought two hands away from the bottom hem of my nighty, somehow he grew a third and that hand he rubbed down over my pussy mound and the middle finger of that hand curled over my gash, the length of his finger trapped and rubbed my clitoris as the tip of his finger dipped into my vaginal sheath.

I'd pleasured myself before, I was after all a red blooded girl of fourteen but I'd never given myself anything like that level of pleasure in my life before. I was making so much noise that David had to stop before I brought attention on where David was playing with me. I checked the time, told David that it was time for me to go home to bed, he was a little pissed off with me but he took another gulp of the rum and then forced me to take more than a sip before he wrapped his arm behind my back and we walked back towards our houses.

I left David drinking rum in Mary's back garden and for the first time since we moved into the sleepy little village I locked the back door.

I wished my mother a good night as I passed her office door, "Did you have fun with David darling?"

"What? How...how did you know that I'd even been out?"

"Mother's know everything darling...did you let him..."

I stopped my mother going any further, "I thought that a mother knows everything! I'm still a virgin if you must know mummy dear!"

I slipped into bed and before I could turn the lights off mum was at my bedside, kissing my forehead. She put something on my bedside table, she kissed my forehead again and whispered, "Remember, make him wear one of these and don't let him rest in you after he climaxes, make him get out as soon as he climaxes!"

"Mum, I've locked the back door and you have sex on the brain!"

My mother smiled at me as she slipped out of my bedroom closing the door after turning my light off.

I was dreaming of David as I fell asleep, dreaming of his hands pulling my duvet off of my bed, pushing my nighty up to my breasts. I saw him strip his clothes off and I saw him roll a condom down his cock, my dream turned even more vivid as he said, "Your mother told me that she'd cut my balls off if I fucked you without wearing one of these!"

I heard my mother giggling through my closed door and a man's voice asking her if she would show him her pussy.

My dream reached another level of reality as I felt his body covering mine, he rocked his hips from side to side, his body forced my legs apart and I felt his cock rubbing over my pussy lips. The reality level rose even more as he pressed his hips down harder and the pain of my first penetration shot through my body.

'Hold on a moment, I'm not supposed to feel pain in my own dirty dream!'

I gasped and lifted my hips up to meet David's to alter the angle between our bodies as he pushed down even harder. I gasped in pain and as soon as I sheathed his cock he want a little crazy bouncing his body on top of mine like a rabbit doing what rabbits do naturally, painful at first but the pain soon subsided and I was gasping, not in pain this time but in pleasure.

It took a while to realise that I was actually being fucked by David rather than taking him in a dream. David had climbed the rose trellis under my bedroom window and had come in through my bedroom window to ravish me in my sleep.

As soon as I realised it wasn't just a very realistic dream I started pushing David off of me and I started shouting at him to get off of me but I soon gave up as the pleasure he was giving me outweighed my fear of being fucked.

I thought I'd been noisy as David masturbated me on the small park, that was nothing compared to the noise I was making from being fucked, David started to duet with me but his sounds were very short lived, David jerked three times as he spasmed against me, filling his condom with his seed.

David was happily taking his time getting his breath back, just lying on top of me pinning me to my bed as his cock shrank down inside the condom while it was still in my cunt. My mother's warning suddenly came to my mind and I bucked up with my hips, throwing his body off of mine and ejecting his cock from my body.

"Can I sleep with you tonight?"

"No, get out of my bedroom right now!"

David dressed quickly and sat on my desk, he rolled onto his side and was gone through my open bedroom window, I was only half looking at him, more of my attention was focused on the pink skin lying in the bottom of my wastepaper basket. Or rather what should have been a pink skin, it was mostly brown with streaks of red, I looked back at my bottom sheet, it looked more like a scene from Texas Chainsaw Massacre than my girly pink princess bed sheet.

I was feeling in shock when my bedroom door opened and my mother stepped in, "Has he gone already?"

"Mum...you knew he was in here doing this to me and you didn't come in to stop him?"

"Darling, you were desperate for this to happen...you just wouldn't admit it to yourself. I have run you a warm bath and put a little salt in it, you pop in there and have a good soak, let the salty water go right up inside your pussy, wash out any blood that's left in there and help your torn hymen to heal and while you're in there, I'll clean up all of this mess and remake your bed."

When I got back into my bedroom it looked just the way it should have looked, as I lay back down to sleep, there were only two differences in my bedroom, I'd closed and locked my bedroom window and instead of a timid virgin lying in my bed there was a woman...

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