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First Published: 24 September 2015

Time to Move On
by Isabella

Story Code: m/f, Rom, under age, masturbation, Incest

Paul chased me through middle school, he tried to get me to go out with him since I was twelve years old and he was fourteen. I finally agreed to go out with him on the last day of term when he was due to move up to high school, he would turn sixteen during the long summer holiday and I would turn fourteen a few days later. We actually met up between our birthdays, Paul was on a high, there was a huge difference between being fifteen and sixteen, he'd achieved a massive level of freedom overnight, his father had given him a moped for his birthday and his grandparents had given him the right clothing to wear on his shiny new bike, a helmet and they had paid for him to do his compulsory training course to make him safer on the road.

We walked to the park from my house holding hands, we sat on the swings, we fooled around on the climbing frame, I allowed him to kiss me for the first time as we walked along Shady Lane, a footpath through the woods leading from the park towards my house. Paul tried his luck as we stood under the mighty oak trees, he did a hit and run for first base as we stood for ages, our lips locked together, mouths and eyes closed. I was actually ready for the attack, he stiffened up (in two different meanings of the word) as he girded his loins to move his hand up but as his fingertips brushed against my t-shirt I slapped his hand away, pulled my mouth from his and barked out a stern "No!"

Paul didn't try to reach first base again until six months later, we met a few times a week, lots of kissing, walking along holding hands and then he finally got the courage to ask me to go to the cinema with him to see a mild horror film. Paul was close to eighteen and because he went everywhere in his motorcycle leathers no one ever asked him for his ID. After I agreed to go to the cinema with him he told me I'd have to dress up a little so I looked a little older than my true age.

I'd asked all of my friends for advice on what to wear, my best friend Veronica informed me, rather cruelly I thought, that I owned nothing in my wardrobe that made me look a day older than I actually was and as I'd already agreed to go with Paul to watch the film I really needed something that added a few years on to me.

Veronica suggested that I tell my parents that I was having a sleepover at her house, nothing unusual in that, Veronica slept at my house or I at hers on average once a month, the difference this time though, instead of lazing about on her bedroom all night I'd be popping out, secretly, to go to the cinema with my boyfriend.

Veronica spent the whole afternoon setting my hair, working on my makeup and providing the padded 'uplift' bra, the low cut blouse, the micro short skirt and the impossibly high heeled boots. I looked like a cross between a Parisian Streetwalker and the saucy French maid in a Broadway burlesque show. I put my long summer mackintosh over the top of my ensemble and because of the high wind I had also put a chiffon scarf over my head to hold my hair in place.

As I approached the steps of the cinema Paul was waiting, he had his leather motorcycle jacket on but not his leather trousers and no helmet over his wrist so he must have walked to the cinema, he looked a little disappointed as I approached and after kissing my bright red lips and almost slipping off on the thick smear of lipstick he said, "I don't think they'll believe you're over eighteen, what would you like to do instead darling?"

"I thought you'd set your heart on watching this movie."

"Well, yes I have but I'll never get you past the man in the ticket booth looking like that!"

I carefully pulled my scarf off of my head and checked my reflection in one of the glass doors of the cinema, pushing and pulling the strands of hair that had escaped from the confection that Veronica had created. As I took my coat off I looked out of the corner of my eye at Paul's face. If I had to make a comparison between the look on Pail's face and anything else it would be when Yosemite Sam sees the burlesque star in the cantina and he jumps up in the air and his eyes telescoped out of his head to get a closer look at her.

I stuffed my scarf in my coat pocket and then folded my coat over my left arm, Paul linked his left arm through my right arm and we walked over to the ticket booth. The film was actually due to start in twenty minutes time and usually people went straight in to get the best seats but Paul wanted to stop out in the light for as long as possible just so he could look at the vast expanse of flesh on show above my blouse.

In the darkened cinema I allowed Paul to go for first base, after all, I had put it on display for him, or rather to make myself look three years older than I really was so I could get into an adult only film show. There wasn't a lot of film watching going on, Paul and I were kissing for about ninety percent of the time that we were in the cinema, the movie seemed to have been filmed in a world of perpetual midnight so there was very little ambient light reflecting off of the screen and the few times there was a scene that was light enough to cast a little light into the auditorium I could see that the thirty or so other couples sharing our space were pretty much involved with each other the same way that Paul and I were, well, the other girls weren't holding their boyfriends at first base like I was, they were going much further with each other.

After thirty minutes Paul tried to enter second base but I stopped him and just before the closing credits rolled Paul made a grab for third but I was ready for him and stopped him once again. Paul was disappointed but in the end philosophical that I had allowed him to first base after such a long time. On the way out of the cinema Paul asked me to wait for him while he went to the toilet. He was in there for fifteen minutes and when he came out he looked far more relaxed and calmer, his face was red and there was a very musky smell about him. I'd put my coat and scarf back on for the walk around to Veronica's house and was surprised to find that Paul's right hand was very sticky when he took my hand as we left the cinema.

I didn't think too much about the sticky hand as we walked along, we stopped several times for a kiss and cuddle on the walk but Paul didn't try anything other than kissing. Once we got to Veronica's house there was one final long kiss and we parted ways. Veronica dragged me through to her bedroom and demanded all of the gory details of the evening. "I don't know, I didn't get to see much of the film!"

"That's not what I meant stupid, what did you and Paul get up to on your first real date?"

"Nothing much, I let him get to first base and stopped him getting any further."

"You're kidding me, you mean I wasted a whole afternoon getting you ready for love and all you let Paul have was a handful of my blouse."

I nodded my head, "But at least you gave him a wank!"

I gasped in shock and horror, "I did not!"

Veronica leaned in on me and sniffed, "Well, if you didn't wank him off, how come I can smell spunk!"

I shrugged my shoulders and then Veronica grabbed my left hand and sniffed, "Definitely spunk on your hand."

"Well, I don't know how, mind you, when we held hands after he went to the toilet on our way home his hand did feel a little sticky."

"Poor bugger, you got him all hot and bothered and then he had to do it himself in the loo after the film."

"Well, what would you have done?"

"Whenever I go to the pictures with a boy, if he pays for me I know he expects at least a hand job in the dark even if I don't want him to go to fourth base on me."

Veronica went down a little in my estimation, I'd known her since first grade in the lower school, her parents were far more liberal than mine and she had been dating boys since she was eleven, even being allowed to go to the cinema with boys since back then as well. To my knowledge she had been to the cinema with more than twenty boys. "So, how many boys have you...you know, done in the cinema?"

Veronica smiled at me, "Every boy that has paid for my ticket I've at least given him hand relief and because of that I get asked to the cinema a lot and I'm never asked to pay for myself."

"At least! What do you mean at least?"

"Well, hand job on the first date, probably a blow job on a second date if I like the boy."

I interrupted her, "You mean you'd go on a first date with a boy you don't really like?"

"God Emma, if you don't try all that's on offer how do you know what you'll like?"

I wanted to ask Veronica if she'd ever been further than just allowing a boy to fourth base. I knew what that was called, I also knew the mechanics of actually how it all worked but I couldn't believe a girl of our age would be willing to go as far as fourth base with a boy, never mind further, even one she really liked, the way I really liked Paul. I wanted to ask but Veronica had already slipped so much in my estimation that I didn't dare ask her.

And then, as if I wasn't shocked enough by the evening's events, you know, Paul's spunk on my hand and the shocking revelation that Veronica had been wanking boys off since she was eleven and sucking their cocks since she was twelve years old she shocked me even more. As casual as you like, Veronica pulled her bedside drawer open, there were three boxes of three condoms in her drawer, two still had their cellophane covers intact and one had been opened and I could only see one silver foil wrap inside the box instead of three.

"You should take one of these..." Veronica took one of the unopened boxes of condoms from the drawer and offered it to me. "...If Paul's at the stage where you turn him on so much that he has to masturbate just because he felt you up through your clothes it won't be long before you need these."

Well, I have to say that I refused Veronica's offer of condoms and after that night I distanced myself from her a little, not that it would be difficult to do, in high school we would be in different classes for almost all of our lessons, even in different buildings often. I did manage to keep Paul at the kissing and first base only stage until around the time of his nineteenth birthday. Paul wasn't having a birthday party per-se; one of his friends had taken an apartment and was holding a house warming party on the very day of Paul's birthday.

Paul invited me to go with him to his friend's party and as he asked me he handed me an early birthday present, all wrapped up with ribbons and bows, I was going to save opening it until my actual birthday which was on the Tuesday following Paul's birthday. "No don't do that, I was hoping that you would wear it to Dan's housewarming party for me, a kind of special birthday present for me..." I opened the wrapping, he had bought me a scarlet dress, well, the word dress was far too simple a description for the actual dress. Paul had found a reproduction of a Coco Chanel topless dress form the sixties. Actually, even in the sixties women seldom wore the dress in the way that it had been designed, showing their breasts off in public. The dress would more usually be worn with a very sheer turtle neck top under it and that fact hadn't been lost on Paul as he had included in the present a very sheer, white silk, polo-neck top. "...It would be an even more special present for me if you wore it without a bra on under it for me!"

Paul had an awkward smile on his face and he was trying to avoid looking into my eyes. I told him that I'd have to think about it, see what the outfit looked like on, with and without a bra on. The one thing that I did know for certain was that my father would flip his lid if he saw me wearing my birthday present without a bra on under it and I'd definitely get the, "You're only seventeen!" lecture even though I'd be eighteen in just a few days and then almost anything I wanted to do would be totally legal or rather, anything that Paul wanted to do to or with me would be!

The first thing I did at school was find Veronica, she had three boys buzzing around her seeking her attention, the boys were all seniors at our school, even though they were just one year older they were called seniors and we were called juniors. Veronica could tell from the look on my face that I had a little problem or was at least troubled by something, she looked at the three boys and said, "Sorry boys, I'll have to perform my salute the seniors tomorrow morning before school."

I looked confused, "What's all that 'salute the seniors' thing, people have been asking me all year if I had saluted the seniors yet but I have no idea what they're on about."

"Didn't your mother come to this school?"

"Yes she did."

"Well then, didn't she tell you about the school's traditions?"

"I'm sure she did but she never mentioned anything about saluting anyone."

Veronica looked thoughtful for a moment, "What time is your independent study period?"

"First period after lunch."

"Meet me in the main library after lunch; I can skip Humanities just this once. I'm going to have to go and salute Robin Shornyk, I need him to complete my salute to the senior basketball team."

Veronica sauntered up to Robin's side and she touched her finger tips to her forehead in a kind of mock salute, Robin smiled at her and checked his watch, then he put his hand in the small of Veronica's back and guided her towards the door to the stairs. The stair tower was all glass so I could track Veronica and Robin's progress all the way up to the top floor and beyond, they were obviously going out onto the roof.

I could see Robin out on the roof, his back was against the parapet and then Veronica saunter up to him, she stood in front of him and they kissed, then she took the chewing gum from her mouth and disappeared down in front of him. Robin was holding Veronica's head in his hands as if it were a basketball and he was getting ready for a penalty shot. I just stood there, my jaw had dropped and my mouth was wide open, to continue the basketball analogy, it looked like Robin was doing a double handed bounce of a basketball in front of himself. I could see his elbows moving away from his sides as his hands were moving up slightly and then they closed in again as he pushed Veronica's head away from his lower body.

I just stood there watching, Robin's head tilted back and even from fifty feet away I could hear him gasping for air, his body started to move up and down slightly, it looked like he was alternating between standing on the tips of his toes to going flat again and bending forward. There was one final cry from Robin and he was still, Veronica's head slowly rose from below the parapet. Veronica had a huge grin on her face and then she opened her mouth so that Robin could look inside, one last smile and Veronica brought her right hand back up to her forehead in the same mock salute she'd used earlier, she popped her gum back into her mouth and she skipped away from Robin towards the stairs.

Veronica walked down to the third floor and then disappeared inside the school building. I was snapped out of my torpor by the sound of the bell heralding the start of lessons for the day. The morning dragged on and on, from first bell to lunch was one hundred and seventy-five minutes elapsed time but it seemed to last one hundred and seventy-five hours. I had tried to reason out why Veronica has chosen to miss a lesson to meet me in the library during my free period after lunch rather than meeting me for lunch, we both 'brown-bagged' at lunch time so we could easily have found a private place around campus to chat in private but, hey-ho.

I found myself eating at a bench quite close to where I had stood to watch Veronica on the roof with Robin. I heard sounds from the roof again and looked up; I could see three senior boys leaning against the parapet wall in just the same way that Robin had before school started. All three boys were acting in exactly the same way that Robin had earlier and one by one three junior girls stood up. None of the girls saluted the way that Veronica had and instead of skipping away as soon as the act was over they stood around chatting to the boys for around ten minutes.

Imagining what the three girls had just done, and worse, standing just a few inches apart on the roof top, quite put me off finishing my liverwurst sandwich. I binned what was left of my food and took a slow walk to the main library on campus. I had actually finished all of the work I had planned to do in my independent study period just as the bell sounded to signify that lunch time was over. Veronica tumbled through the doors laughing with a boy in the doorway. Veronica got 'shushed' by the Liberian and the boy turned and wandered off through the halls on his way to his next lesson.

Veronica found me at a study table, "Hi Emma, sorry about this morning, you looked a little stressed out but I really needed to salute Robin Shornyk to complete the set of basketball players, we only have a few days left before the end of term and also the end of our junior year. What did you need to talk to me about this morning?"

"Well, Paul has given me a kind of dress and top for my birthday but he's asked me to wear it for him on his birthday on Saturday to Dan's housewarming party, as a special present to himself."

"Really, and what kind of dress is 'a kind of dress!' exactly?"

"Well, it's a kind of a replica of one of those old sixties topless dress kind of dress."

"Really! Why would he do that, he knows how prudish you are, you'd never wear a topless dress in a million years, hell, you won't even take your bra off when you get changed for phys-ed at school and the only people in the changing rooms are girls that you've known for most of your life, you'd never go out in public showing your tits off."

"No, he got me a lovely silk polo-neck shirt to wear under it but he did ask me if I'd wear it without a bra on under it."

"Very sheer silk? Very thin material?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well, I didn't want to tell you but Paul has been moaning to his friends about how slow things are going between you two, no other boy would put up with going out with a girl for three years and only ever getting to first base. This morning I gave Robert Shornyk oral sex or what every girl apart from you at this school call 'Saluting a senior', I've never spoken to Robert before today but I gave him a blow-job just because I need to get an 'S' on the basketball on my yearbook page. I'm prepared to wank or suck a total stranger just because of our school's traditions and you won't do a damned thing for a boy you're supposed to love above all others."

"Girls at this school don't play basketball, well; they do but not competitively, not inter school or anything like the boys so we don't get basketball logos on our yearbook entries."

"We don't and we don't and yet..." Veronica got up and went to the shelf holding the school copies of every year book ever produced for the school. "...What year did you mother come to this school Emma?"

Veronica picked out two books, the year her mother came to our school and the year my mother did, she flipped through both books so that she could place both of our mothers pages side by side, "Well, our mothers didn't play basketball for the school and yet here, on both of their pages is the basketball logo, the only difference between the girls logo and the boys is that girls have an 'S' inside the ball."

"My mother said that was for being on the basketball supporters committee."

Veronica laughed out loud causing angry looks and fierce 'Shushes' from the librarian again.

"Well, my mother was a little more truthful with me than yours was with you, the 'S' in a sport logo means that the girl has saluted every member of that team during her junior year..."

I interrupted Veronica again, "I still don't understand what 'Salute a Senior' actually means!"

"All it means is that the girl has either given a senior a hand-job, blow-job or full sex, my mother has promised me a car as soon as I get my driver's licence provided I've managed to get three sports 'S' logos on my entry in the yearbook."

"They won't print our yearbook until next year so you'll have to wait until you're nearly nineteen to get that car."

Veronica grinned at me, "Well, that's not quite true; all I need to do is take a screen print of my entry in the 'Salute a senior' database."

I must have looked very confused, Veronica closed the yearbooks and placed them back on their shelve they came from, then she pulled me over to one of the thirty PCs scattered around the library. Veronica opened up the PC by logging in with her student ID and password. Her desktop looked exactly the same as mine but for one icon, at the bottom right hand side of the screen there was a large icon, a man, holding a flagstaff with the school flag flying. Veronica moved the mouse to the flag icon and as the cursor hovered over the icon the literal popped onto the screen, 'Salute a Senior' and then she double clicked, a message box opened with several options, she chose 'Update my data'.

The message box closed and a new box opened, it had two input fields, a place for the boy's school number and a comments field. Veronica right clicked on the school number field and from the options that opened she chose identify senior by name. Veronica typed in Shornyk and the window closed and the school number of Robert Shornyk was auto-filled in for her, "There must me only one Shornyk at the school."

As Robert's number had been auto-filled in, the insertion point had moved into the comments field, Veronica just typed in 'O' and then selected the option 'Update and enter new senior button. The two fields emptied and she was just about to left click in the school number field again when a message box popped up, "Congratulations, you have completed the basketball team", Veronica tutted and then closed the message and clicked the right mouse button in the student field to get to enter student by name option.

I watched as she typed in Smith, the screen changed and five boys names opened in the dialogue box, she selected Tyrone, he was listed as being in the football team and the field sports team, "See that, two for the price of one blow-job."

She typed in an 'O' in the comments field again and selected the 'Update and enter new senior'. The fields emptied again and she typed in Green, this time there were only two choices and both were Peter, fortunately one was in the football team and the other was in the swim team so her choice was simple, she'd been trying out for the football logo so she selected the football player and then, in the comments field she typed an 'F' before pressing the 'Update Database' button. There was a moment's delay and then a message box, "Awaiting confirmation from new entries". "Well, I suppose I did only just do those two, they probably haven't been near a computer yet."

Veronica went back to the first screen and this time she chose the 'Display my data' option. Her screen opened up, her photograph at the top of the page, a basketball icon with an 'S' inside the basketball and the number fifteen, there was a football icon, no 'S' in the football though at the side of the football there were two numbers, forty-five in green and two in red out of forty-nine and below the football icon was a picture of a swimmer with an 'S' on the swimmers body with thirty at the side of the swimmer. Veronica was just about to close her page down when the red number two at the side of the football changed to a red one and the forty-five changed into forty-six.

"Would you like to see how your mother did in her junior year here?"

I screwed up my forehead, "What do you mean?"

"Well, not everyone knows this site as well as me and I know that if I press the windows key and 'H', in this program I get into the history section of the database, we could look at your Paul from last year or your mum if you can remember what year she was here."

"Paul was on the archery team, would girls have saluted him?"

"Well, let's have a look shall we."

Veronica pressed the windows key and the 'H' key together when the computer was on the first screen and the page changed completely. My mother's maiden name was typed in and two people were offered, one twenty years ago and one only ten so my mother was at our school twenty years before me, Veronica right clicked on my mother's entry and her salute page opened showing the school number of all the boys that she had saluted, the list of sixty boys was in chronological order, her first salute was hand relief, my mother had actually typed in hand relief instead of the simple code that Veronica had used. By the end of the second week she was at school she had stopped typing in longhand and was using 'H' for hand relief, 'O' for oral sex and 'F' for full sex.

My mother didn't actually finish her salute on any team, there were a few boys from each of the school's teams and every team that the school ran seemed to be represented on her listing. The first time my mother had full sex with a boy was on a day when she had given hand relief to two boys, oral sex to four and then full sex with one. "Want to know who the first man to take your mother's cherry was?"

Well, I didn't really but I must have nodded my head and Veronica right clicked on the number of the boy with the first 'F' against his name. I didn't need to read the boy's name, as soon as his photograph finished resolving on the screen I recognised him, he was my father's younger brother. "Hey Emma, he has the same last name as you, are you guy's related?"

"My uncle."

"Emma, do you think your mum's ever gone two up on your dad and your uncle, if your dad really is your dad that is."

"God don't go there, this shit is freaking me out, I don't want to know anymore, close the program down."

"I could close down but I could also open last year's database, Paul was a letterman on the archery team wasn't he?"

"He was, he was second in the national competition last year, just s few points off of qualifying for the Olympics."

"Well, he was bound to have been saluted then, aren't you curious to find out how many girls saluted him last year?"

"What, while we were going out together?"

"Emma, it really is a pity that your mother didn't explain all of the school's traditions to you, you would see that a boy accepting a girl's salute has nothing to do with love, not even lust, it's just our way of telling our sportsmen how much we appreciate their efforts on the field and the better the boys do, the more girls will salute them."

Well, now I really didn't want to know how many girls had saluted my boyfriend, I didn't want to know but deep down inside I knew that I had to know. "Okay, find out how many girls did Paul."

Veronica flicked back to the history database search page and typed in Paul's full name, again there was more than one boy in the database with the same name as my boyfriend but only one was a senior last year. Veronica clicked on my Paul's name, his database page was empty, Veronica looked confused, "There must be something wrong, I've never seen a senior letterman with no entries on his page before. I know, I'll go in via the sport instead."

Veronica did a quick flick back to the search page and typed in archery and last year's date, four numbers popped on the screen, the first had ten in the second column, the second had a zero, the third had forty-five and the last had thirty.

"I'll bet your Paul is the zero and his friend Dan is the forty-five."

Veronica took out her smart phone and started to send a text message.

"Who are you texting?"

I have to say I was a little worried that Veronica was about to ask Paul why his page in the salute database was empty, "I'm asking Dan why he has so many salutes and Paul has none."

"How do you know the Dan on the archery team is the same Dan that you know?"

Veronica giggled; it's the same Dan who's having the housewarming party on Saturday, he's Paul's best friend."

"Really, but I've never met him before, how could that ne if they are such good friends?"

Veronica was about to suggest an answer when her mobile phone indicated that she had just received a text message, "It's from Dan, I asked him why Paul didn't have any salutes on his page..." she turned her phone to me so that I could read Dan's reply, 'Paul never accepted a single offer because he was too much in love with some middle school girl called Emma, he didn't think she would understand our school's traditions, she's apparently very old fashioned and very puritanical.' "...Looks like Paul is one of the good ones, you're lucky and you're lucky he would prefer to rub the outside of your blouse than have full sex with the girls on campus that were offering it to him on a plate."

I sat quietly at one of the reading tables, I had a lot of thinking to do, Veronica was right, she had done far more with total strangers just because of school tradition, a tradition that my mother had conveniently forgotten to mention to me, oh, and a car, her mother was so different to mine, according to the database her mother and mine had saluted an equal number of men, her mother was proud of her achievement as a junior while mine seemed to be ashamed of it, I'd really have to ask my mother about it sometime soon.

Before Veronica went to her classes she asked me if I'd like to go round to her house so she could help me with my hair and makeup, I could dress at her house so that my father didn't see how I was planning to dress. she even told me to tell my parents that I was sleeping over at her house, just in case I wanted to be a proper girlfriend to Paul and give him some fun, her parting words were, "...He'd even be happy to stick at first base a little longer if you'd just help him out a little and take over wanking him after you turn him on so much."

I went to Veronica's house on Saturday, her father was home, the first time I'd seen him in years because he worked away from home so much. Veronica was in the bath and her mother was out so I sat in awkward silence with her father until he suddenly put down his newspaper.

"Well Emma, yesterday was your last day as a junior, did you get any special present from your parents for meeting your saluting target?"

I gasped at Veronica's fathers comment, "Well sir, I didn't actually find out about all of the school's traditions until Thursday but I doubt that I would have taken part in the salute, I have a boyfriend."

"Hell Veronica's had a dozen boyfriends over the year; the salute is outside of normal fidelity rules, I should know, I was Veronica's mother's steady date when she started her junior year. Before her first salute we'd never really done anything, I was a year ahead of her, I was the one who had to explain to her about the tradition of saluting a senior, I told her to set a clear target of the teams she wanted to collect and to try her best to exceed it."

I was speechless, totally shocked, I'd never spoken to an adult so intimately in my life before.

"I'm sorry Emma, have I embarrassed you?"

I shook my head.

"I have to say that the salute saved my relationship with Veronica's mother, by her second week as a junior she was willingly giving me hand relief and by the fourth week she was asking me to teach her how to give oral because some of the seniors were refusing to accept a hand salute. By the end of the first semester she was asking me if I wanted to have sex with her, she really wanted to wait until she was married but by the end of the first semester seniors were starting to refuse even oral salutes, they'd done it so often that they would only do full sex."

There was a long silence, and then he laughed, "There, now you're blushing, I'm sorry, I've gone too far, I'll drop the subject, hey, what's in your parcel?"

"My boyfriend gave me a present to wear at his birthday party."

"Can I see it?"

I felt my face heat up even more and I could actually see red on my nose as the blush covered my face.

"Well, unless it's something that is only for his eyes, something private, just for him."

"No, it's not like that, just a little embarrassing."

"Well, show me then."

I unwrapped my dress and top, he whistled when he saw my dress and he reached out and touched my top, "Mmmm, very soft, very thin, very sexy! What kind of bra will you be wearing under the top?"

I tried to speak but my throat was sticky and I had to cough several times to clear the mucus, and even then all that came out was a whisper, "No bra!"

"Your boyfriend is a very lucky boy, you'll feel wonderful through such a sheer top with no bra under it, you'll look wonderful too, promise me that you and Veronica will pop in and let me see the effect before you go out!"

My mouth dropped open and I started to flounder but was saved in the nick of time by Veronica walking into the living room wearing a towel as a turban in her wet hair, I'm not being lazy about the description of how Veronica was dressed, all she was wearing was a towel wrapped around her head, he smiled at her, "Hi pumpkin, you glad to see me home?"

"Oh hi dad, how long are you home for this time?"

"Two weeks, do you have a kiss for me, seems like an age since we had a daddy/daughter smootch!"

Veronica turned her back on me and put her hands on the arms of the chair either side of her father and then she leaned in, at seventeen Veronica wasn't a 'little' girl anymore and it looked so weird as she leaned over her father and her breasts hung down, resting on her dad's chest as they kissed long and very inappropriately for a father and his daughter. He reached behind Veronica and gave her bare arse a squeeze and then he patted her bottom and he broke the kiss, "I think we're embarrassing Emma darling."

I was dragged up to Emma's bedroom where she ran her fingers through my hair, "You need to take a quick shower, wash your hair and then use my mum's conditioner on it so I can work with it."

I went into the bathroom; there was a bath tub, toilet, bidet, sink and separate shower cubicle, glass door and glass wall on one side, clear glass with narrow band of hazed plastic as a modesty screen. I went to lock the door but there was no lock or bolt, I'd just have to shower as quickly as I could. Fortunately there was a pile of fresh towels on a shelf so I could at least use one of them to cover my body on my way from the bathroom to Veronica's bedroom.

Almost as soon as I turned the water on the bathroom door opened and Veronica's father walked in. "God I'm sorry Emma but I'm a little desperate here, I really need to use the toilet."

He walked over to the toilet and stood there pissing, I turned my back on him but it was pointless, the two fixed walls of the shower cubicle were mirrored and because they met at ninety degrees I could see every inch of the bathroom from several angles, I got a very good look at his cock, he was pissing very slowly and as he pissed he was rubbing his hand up and down his cock. "I wish I'd been a senior at your school this year, I'd have taught you all about the tradition of saluting a senior in your first week and then I'd have insisted on football team captain's prerogative of sole ownership of your salute."

He tore a sheet of toilet paper off of the roll and wiped the end of his cock while standing facing me, I could see him over the top of the modesty screen. I had no idea just how much of my body he could see through the modesty screen but he seemed to be looking intently at me. The thing that worried me most was that if he walked close to the shower cubical he would have been able to see all of me but fortunately he didn't, "When you finish in there Emma just flush the toilet for me before you come out!"

Veronica's mum's conditioner was very expensive and it felt like whipped cream as I rubbed it into my shampooed hair, it also smelled wonderful too. I loved the feeling of the conditioner in my hair so much that after I rinsed it out I decided to apply it all over again. I didn't dry my hair, just wrapped it in a small towel before drying my body off, then I wrapped a bath sheet around my body and opened the bathroom door, I was about to step out of the room when I remembered the toiler and I turned and flushed, through the open doorway I spotted Veronica's father rush out of her bedroom, he saw me and it was his turn to blush, he was actually fastening the belt on his trousers as he stepped through her door.

I walked in to find Veronica wiping between her legs with a wad of tissues, that musky smell pervading her room and made even stronger as she threw the tissues into the bin at the side of me, in my head the word 'Spunk' rang out loud and clear. Veronica took a while to get her breath back and then she started working on my hair, as she was working she said, "Would you mind going in to see my dad before we go out, he's desperate to see what you look like all dressed up for Paul."

I shook my head, "No, I don't mind."

Veronica was humming awkwardly, there was a troubled look on her face and eventually she whispered, "Would it freak you out if my dad kissed you?"

I pulled my head away from her teasing fingers and looked at her face, "Are you joking with me?"

"No..." Veronica looked a little shamefaced and was trying to avoid my eyes, "...I've told him that you've only allowed your boyfriend to get to first base so far and, well, I've looked after his baser needs already so all he'll want is a kiss and a little feel before you we go out."

I turned back to the mirror and Veronica started working on my hair again, I was conscious of two streams of liquid running slowly down the insides of her thighs and the smell told me that the liquid wasn't her own, it smelled exactly like my hands had done after holding Paul's spunk covered hands earlier in the year.

I had brought clean knickers, not my usual full sided panties, I'd found a pair of bikini briefs, no stockings or tights as the dress was ridiculously short and of course, the first time in five years that I hadn't put my bra on before my top. I felt really uncomfortable when I was finally dressed and dolled up to the nines; I looked at myself in Veronica's full length mirror and instantly turned my back to it. the dress was shorter than any I'd ever worn, even my gym skirts were longer, hell, my shorts were longer. I could have asked Veronica if she had any tights without a darker panty area, the kind that dancers would wear but I decided to just bite the bullet and risk things for once in my very safe life.

I turned back to the mirror and tried to ignore just how much of my legs were on show, the sixties were obviously a very different era to today. Veronica was lucky, all she seemed to do was pat her hair and it fell into place without the aid of pins or clips, she was kissing free air to put her lipstick on and her eyes were on me, she pulled the lipstick away from her lips, "You look fantastic, why don't you go and see my dad, let him ogle you a little.

I looked at myself again, the white top was far too thin but the way the sides of the topless dress framed my upper body did actually look fantastic, I just wasn't used to thinking of my own body that way. I watched as the thought of sex made my nipples stand to attention, Veronica stopped painting her face again and giggled, "Did thinking about my dad do that to you?"

I blushed but her comment made my nipples stand out even further, I didn't want to argue with Veronica but then again I was hoping that she would be with me when I went to show her father my birthday present.

"Go on Emma, my dad hates to be rushed and I'm only going to be fifteen minutes now."

I wandered down to the living room and knocked on the door, I heard the faint "Come in," So I pushed the door open and stepped just inside the room, "Veronica said I should come down and let you see how I looked in my birthday outfit!"

"If I'm honest Emma darling I much preferred the way you looked in your birthday suit in the bathroom, I really wanted to strip off and join you in the water, mind you, you'd probably never get to your party if I had."

I was soooooo embarrassed, my hands were in front of me, my arms trying to hide as much of my scarcely covered breasts from him as possible. He stood up and walked over to me, he took hold of my hands and pulled them off to the side of my body, "You look stunning in that outfit Emma, Paul is a very lucky guy. Is your lipstick well sealed?"

I was looking down at his feet, fighting the urge to look a few feet higher; I was well aware that he had an erection pushing a tent in the front of his trousers. When I'd seen his cock earlier it looked massive and it wasn't even standing to attention then. I rubbed my lips together, there was no feeling of slipperiness, Veronica had used a hard gloss coat on my lips to seal the colour in place.

"They feel okay to me."

"I bet they'll feel even better to me!"

He stepped a little closer to me, the flagpole in his trousers was now pressing into my belly through the micron thickness of silk, I could actually feel the heat of his cock through my shirt. He reached out with his right hand and cupped my chin, pulling my face up so that our lips were almost level, then he leaned in and pressed his lips against mine, his right hand slipped behind my head and his left hand slipped onto my hip. He parted his lips slightly and allowed the tip of his tongue to brush gently between mine. He pulled my head in against his mouth harder and as he did his left hand slipped up over my ribs until his palm was cupping under my right breast.

He relaxed his grip on my neck and then eased his mouth off of mine just as I was about to open my mouth for him to put his tongue into my mouth.

"Your shirt is so sheer that it feels like you're actually topless."

He trapped my expanded nipple between his thumb and the side of his hand, he squeezed it and then moved his thumb so that my nipple was tweaked and rolled. My nipple was already sore because of the length of time it had been excited and now the pain was intensified even more, pain but also pleasure. I gasped and felt my knees give a little, "Emma darling it's such a shame that Veronica made me promise not to go further than your boyfriend is allowed to go, please let him fuck you tonight and then come back home with Veronica and let me fuck you as well. Or at least give him hand relief or a blowjob, I'd be happy with that from you."

He pinched my nipple even harder and I almost collapsed on the floor, he had to hold me up, he kissed me again, "Doesn't your boyfriend treat your nipples that hard?"

I didn't really want to talk, didn't want to answer him, I felt so shocked by my reaction to my friends father pinching my nipples, I was so ashamed of myself for actually being turned on by Veronica's father kissing me and touching me in a totally inappropriate way. Actually I was probably more turned on than I had been ever in my life before; Paul had touched my breasts many times in the past six months, never with so little clothing between his hand and my breast and he had never prodded me with his cock the way that Veronica's dad was doing. Paul had never actually felt my nipples before because I had never actually been turned on enough for them to stand out through my bra.

In actual fact, Paul was far too gentle, perhaps if he'd been a little more aggressive with me, perhaps if he had prodded my stomach with his cock a few times I may have been curious enough to have felt his cock through his trousers and that would have quickly turned into my wanting to do as Veronica had suggested earlier and wanked him off. If Paul had been more assertive with me we may well be at the actual sex stage by...

My thoughts were interrupted by Veronica walking into my back because I was still standing just inches away from the door.

"Come on Emma, we need to go, Dan is moaning that his party is dead at the moment, too many guys moping around because there are too few girls. Good night dad, I'll try not to wake you up when I get home."

"If your mother's car is still missing from the drive I'd love you to wake me up, Emma here has got my engine all revved up again, look!"

Veronica looked down between us and saw his erection and she looked disgusted with him, "Dad, you shouldn't be randy again already."

Veronica patted my shoulder, "Hey Emma, you left your handbag in my bedroom, why don't you pop up and fetch it, just wait for me by the front door, okay?"

Her father kissed me again before letting go of my breast and I ran towards the stairs, I spotted my handbag on the telephone table by the front door; Veronica must have brought it down with her and left it by my coat on the rack. I stopped and turned back to the living room, the door hadn't closed completely and I spotted Veronica taking her chewing gum out of her mouth as her father was pulling his zipper down. I managed to stop myself calling out to Veronica that I had my bag. I watched as she squatted down in front of her father and took his cock in her mouth. She was wearing a simple black Lycra sheath dress and as her knees parted into a squat the very tight material of her dress caused it to ride up past her bottom and I spotted that she was wearing nothing at all under her dress. I watched as her head started to move towards her father, his cock was huge, she took his cock into mouth and as her lips closed in on his balls she began to rock her head from side to side and there was a kind of growl coming from her throat. Her father's head was tilted back, his eyes were closed and there was a look of pure pleasure on his face as he whispered, "That's it darling, all the way, try and get it all the way into your throat." And with that the door finally closed.

I just stood there on the bottom step, my mouth open and the only thought in my mind was, 'How the hell did she get all that cock so far into her mouth?' I was just staring at the closed door and the image of her mouth closing in on her father's cockhead flashed onto my head as if I had x-ray vision and could see right through the closed door. As her lips touched his cockhead her right hand was pumping up and down along his cock shaft rapidly and at the same time her left hand was gently caressing her father's bollocks and then her mouth opened as his cock forced its way into her mouth and her head went forward, the contrast of her bright red lips against his alabaster shaft was startling as was the fact that she seemed to take eight inches of cock easily, only struggling with the last half an inch...

The door opened suddenly, Veronica walking out of the room, her father behind her bent forward pulling his trousers up, his cock small, shrivelled up and a string of spunk falling from the eye of his cock towards the floor. Veronica popped her chewing gum back into her mouth and was pulling her dress down again, smoothing the wrinkles out of the material. I really wished I'd checked the time when her mouth closed around his cock for the first time to now, no time at all seemed to have passed. Veronica stopped in front of me and looked at the expression on my face, then she looked at her own watch, "Three minutes and fifteen seconds but it wasn't all down to me, he was so turned on by you, if you had done it for him he would have cum even quicker."

I put my coat on and we walked through the door, "It's a real pity that you're such a prude Emma, if you had left your coat off, dressed the way we are we'd have knocked the socks off of every man on the block."

I did spot the fact that men from nine to ninety stopped in the street to look at Veronica as we walked past, me, in my mackintosh was almost invisible. In the past I had loved my invisibility, it suited my shyness but was I really so shy now? As we approached the building where Dan had rented his apartment the image of Veronica's father walking into the bathroom while I was naked in the shower, why hadn't I screamed at him to get out? Why hadn't I flown into a blind panic, being naked in a twelve foot square room with Veronica's father with his cock out? Why had I looked at his cock? Okay, because the walls were mirrored there was little chance of my not looking at his cock but I'm sure a few weeks earlier I would have covered my body with my arms and hands and I'm sure I would have closed my eyes as well.

I was lucky that Veronica was guiding me as we walked along because I was so wrapped up with reliving my erotic afternoon that I could have easily fallen into a ditch or tripped over a curb stone, I was totally unaware of where we were when Veronica yanked me to a halt, "We're here, it's up on the top floor, three flights of stairs and no lift."

I followed Veronica up the stairs and there was absolutely no way I could avoide looking up the back of her dress and her arse seemed to be winking at me as we walked, at the second landing she stopped and felt between her legs, What's up, am I leaking again?"

I felt my face blush; it must have looked to her like I was checking her out, "No, nothing leaking that I can see, I just noticed that you don't have any knickers on!"

"I thought that you might be turning a little les on me, not that I'd mind, I've had fun with girls as well as boys in the past."

She spun round to carry on up the stairs and tutted, "That's the only thing with tight Lycra, it doesn't float up when you turn fast, it doesn't look so good for the boys watching me when I dance."

Veronica knocked at the door on the left at the top of the stairs, there was subdued music wafting through the closed door, not the sounds I would expect from a nineteen year old's housewarming party. The door opened and a handsome young man greeted Veronica with a passionate kiss on her lips, "Thanks for coming 'V', this party is seriously dead on its feet, hello, and who did you bring with you?"

"It's Emma, you must know Emma, she's your best friend's girlfriend!"

Dan looked shocked, it wasn't because Veronica had done an amazing job of transforming an awkward, gangly seventeen year old into a 'Vamp' of some kind, he didn't recognise me because he'd never actually seen me. Dan reached out and touched my shoulder, "God I don't believe it, you are actually real. Well, welcome to my party Emma, are you a kisser, a hugger or just a hand-shaker?"

I just shrugged my shoulders, "Well, let's go for the gold standard and work back from there!"

Dan moved in front of me and grasped my upper arms and pressed his lips against mine, I just stood there for a moment, a long moment and then started to feel uncomfortable at how long our lips were pressed together, 'Oh how I wish I'd told him I was a hand-shaker now!' sounded out large in my head as the static kiss turned into a more mobile one as Dan started to rotate his head a little to the side, his lips began to part and the tip of his tongue began to test my lips.

Veronica stepped in and saved me, she tapped Dan on his shoulder and said, "Come on Dan, she's not used to you, no wonder Paul's kept you two apart for the last three years!"

Dan stepped away from me and said, "Well, I'm really pleased to meet you Emma, it's a pity your chaperone was watching out for you or I may have dragged you in there!" He jerked his head to the right, we were standing in an entrance hall, the door to the right was the bedroom, the door was open and there was very little furniture in the room, just two double mattresses lying side by side on the floor and not so much as a sheet between them.

Veronica said, "I thought that you had already moved in Dan!"

"Yes I have but I haven't brought my bed here yet, when I moved in there was one mattress in the bedroom and the other was in the living room, when the building's owner found out that there were four adults living here he kicked them out and transferred their tenancy to me. I just decided to pop them both in there for tonight so lots of people can crash and my new bed won't be ruined, mind you, not that it looks like many people will actually be staying the night as it is."

Opposite the bedroom which was quite capacious was a bathroom, the room was just about six feet square, the bath tub was opposite the door, the toilet on the right wall and the basin on the left, quite a contrast from the space in the bedroom, Emma was impressed that a one bed room apartment had a full size tub in its bathroom with a shower mounted over it, "Where should Emma put her coat?"

Dan jerked slightly, "I hadn't really thought of coats, Emma's the first to wear one so far tonight, he pointed to a row of hooks in the hall, hang it there but make sure that there is nothing valuable in the pockets, some turnip is bound to leave the front door open sometime during the evening."

We walked to the end of the hallway and opened the door into the living area; the music was drab and the people in the living room looked even drabber (if that is a real word), eight teenage boys basically sitting on anything that didn't move, no girls at all in the living area, just sad faced boys moping round, even my Paul looked totally lost and dejected as he sat on a large floor cushion.

The room was a kind of 'L' shape because the entrance hallway was as long as the bedroom but the bathroom was much smaller so once through the door the room went behind the hallway wall to the bathroom wall. The kitchen was behind the bathroom, the kitchen sink was the other side of the wall from the bathtub. The kitchen didn't have a door, just an opening in the wall from the living room, the kitchen was in darkness but I could see bare legs, a girl was standing with her back to the living room facing a boy and they were locked together at the face.

The music suddenly altered, half way through what sounded like the Bulgarian National Anthem there was a 'Ziiiiiip' sound as Veronica snatched the arm up from the LP that was playing, she wound the steam pressure up to nine and dropped Ziggy Stardust onto the turntable, fortunately she allowed the player to set the arm back in place rather than dropping it clumsily onto the vinyl.

I saw the speaker's base cone suddenly grow erect and there was an explosion of noise. Paul's head snapped up and he saw the way I was dressed and he jumped to his feet, the change in his countenance was astonishing, from moribund to an excited little puppy in a millisecond, our eyes met across the empty room, my heart flipped and flopped a dozen times in my chest and then Veronica spoiled it all by shouting over the loud music, "Right, who's first for a dance?"

Three boys lurched at Veronica but Dan beat them to her and they started dancing together. Paul started to walk towards me and I just stood there lime a lemon waiting for him. Before he reached me the girl that I could see snogging her boyfriend in the kitchen had dragged the boy out into the living room and so there were four people dancing. Paul placed his hands on my ribs and kissed me, we then made six people awkwardly dancing in front of a seven boy audience.

As we danced Paul's hands slipped up my ribs, stopping just short of my armpits and the heel of his thumbs on each side were surreptitiously massaging the sides of my breasts and I heard his gasp, then he kissed my cheek and whispered "God you feel fantastic, in this top it feels just like I'm touching bare flesh!"

I looked around the room, Veronica danced past me, her hand was down the front of Dan's trousers and she wasn't trying to hide the fact that she was wanking him as they danced and while she wanked him his hands were palpating her bum cheeks. By the end of the tune Veronica had pulled her hand out of Dan's trousers and was hunting through her handbag, one handed, to find a tissue to wipe her right hand clean, then in the dead space between tracks she looked around the gathering of boys in the room, pointed at one and he stepped in and took hold of her and they were ready to dance when the speakers began to jump again.

Paul spotted Veronica's hand disappearing down the front of her new dance partner's trousers and he almost stopped dead in his tracks as she began to wank a total stranger. I saw the look on Paul's face and heard him sigh. I brushed two boys off that were trying to cut in to dance with me, I had to do something for Paul, he'd after all refused to take the salute from girls the previous year because he knew I'd be upset if I discovered it. And if my mother had been like Veronica's mum I would have known what he'd done the first time I looked through his year book when it was published, the first girl I spotted with an Archery target with an 'S' in it would have told me all and he wasn't to know that my mother hadn't even mentioned the tradition of saluting a senior to me.

I had to do a year's worth of growing up and I had to do it quickly, another boy tried to take me away from Paul because we were just standing there, Paul staring at Veronica wanking a boy as she danced with him. 'That's it; I have to do it now before I chicken out!' I took a deep breath and dragged Paul away from the living room and into the dark kitchen, at least if we were alone in the dark kitchen he could go for first base without trying to hide it from the rest of the room for my sake.

'Boy, if it wasn't for bad luck I'd have no luck at all!' Far from the kitchen being empty there were six people in there, three boys and three girls and they were doing what comes naturally all around the tiny room. 'I can't let this stop me, if I don't do it now, when the hell will I pluck up the courage to go for it again!' Another deep breath and I headed for the back door out of the kitchen and onto the fire escape, I backed onto the metal balustrade and pulled Paul into me, we kissed and this time, when his hands came up to my breasts they weren't on my ribs with just the heels of his thumbs on the sides of my breasts his hands were totally covering my breasts and he was having fun fondling my breasts as we kissed.

He pulled his mouth away from mine and grinned at me, "I'm really glad that I got you this silk top and so pleased that you didn't spoil my present by wearing a bra under it, it feels just like I'm on second base."

He kissed me again and this time I broke the kiss, I put my left cheek against his right so that my mouth was next to his ear and I whispered, "You can go to second base if you like!"

I felt Paul stiffen up, he pulled away again and looked into my eyes, "Are you sure Emma, do you really mean it?"

I tried to swallow, I was looking from the back door to the kitchen window over and over again, I was trying to say "I'm sure." But I couldn't get the words out, Paul shook his head and grinned again, "I can see that you're terrified in case someone sees us, thanks for the offer, can I take a rain-check on second base until we're alone and you feel more comfortable please?"

I breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed at Paul's understanding of how frightened I was... my inner voiced stopped me in my tracks, 'What kind of cow are you, he refused salutes from girls all last year because of you being such a baby! And, and just think on, he assumes that for the last year you have been saluting boys at school and holding him at first base while you were doing it!'

"Paul, no one told me about the tradition at school, I only found out yesterday when I saw Veronica salute Robin Shornyk and then I was with her when she updated the database, she managed to complete the football team, basketball team and the field sports team on the last day of term and I didn't even know she was doing it."

"Wait a minute Emma, are you telling me that you never saluted a single senior all year?"

"Of course I didn't, I would never give another boy something I hadn't given you first, you're my special boy!"

"It's just a tradition, the salute means nothing to the girls doing it and it's just a bit of fun for the boys, everyone in the town knows it goes on, everyone understand that it's just part of growing up and going to our school, it binds us all together but now you're out of that loop!"

"You didn't take a salute last year, so we're both out of the loop."

"I couldn't take part because I assumed that your parents wouldn't tell you about the traditions until the last minute and if you found out you wouldn't understand and it would upset you!"

My heart was almost at breaking point, I buried my head into Paul's shoulder, I was close to tears, fighting back my emotions, I pulled myself together, "Paul, if we can go someplace private you can take home plate!"

Paul pushed me away from him, "Are you being serious? You don't have to..."

I put my hand over Paul's mouth, "I'd really like to keep my virginity until we marry but I'm willing to try and do everything short of full sex with you if you want to help me get there!"

"Dan's got a bedroom and if we're quick we can get in there before Veronica gets into her stride."

I wiped my eyes and let Paul drag me through the flat and into Dan's bedroom, someone had turned the living room lights off and the three couples that had been in the kitchen were now dancing in the darkened living room.

We stood alone in the dark bedroom just kissing for ages standing at the side of the first mattress, Paul had pulled the front of my shirt up and was enjoying the freedom of second base but we seemed to have stuck there.

"Would you have accepted a salute off of me last year Paul?"

"God I dreamed of you doing something like that to me since the first time we dated in the cinema at that dreadful horror film."

I touched the tips of my fingers of my right hand to my right eyebrow, he couldn't see but then I took his left hand off of my bare breast and put it on the back of my right hand so he could feel that I was saluting him, "Oh my god yes Emma!"

Paul took my right hand from my head and placed it on his cock, I curled my fingers around his cock, his trousers and under pants were in the way but he didn't seem to mind at all and his cock started to jump and buck under my fingers.

"Don't you want to unwrap your birthday present Paul?"

His hands were trembling as he pulled the sides of my dress off of my shoulders and allowed it to fall to the floor, I stepped out of it and Paul's right hand slipped onto my hip, jyst above my knickers, he trailed his hand down to the waistband of my panties and stopped, he broke our kiss, "Are you sure Emma?"

I let go of his cock and put my left hand on top of his right hand and I pushed his hand down taking my knickers with it, then I moved his hand off of my hip and placed it over my pussy, "You have home base and you deserve it for being so fantastic, just remember that if you break anything inside, you're just damaging my wedding present to you!"

While Paul was starting to explore my vagina with his finger tips I took my shirt off carefully so that I didn't destroy my hairdo and as Paul worked out how to make my clitoris work, sending tingles throughout my body I started to open his trousers so that I could get hold of his bare cock. We stood there masturbating each other for ages, Paul made my legs go weak as I climaxed and we ended up lying together on the mattress when I finally got Paul to boil over and spill his beans all over my hip and belly he was gasping, covered in sweat but he was a very happy birthday boy.

"Would you like to dance with me in the living room for a while Emma, we can come back in here again in an hour when I get hard again."

"Yes if you like, we can do whatever you want as it is your birthday."

"Can I be real perverse?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well... as the living room is in darkness and no one will see us, can you wear the dress the way it was designed, you know, topless?"

Paul was still delivering pleasure to my clitoris as he asked me to go topless for him in the living room or I think I may have slapped his face, he pushed me over another little orgasm and as I gasped for breath I said, "Yyyeeeesssss!"

Well, in the end when Paul guided me out into the living room all I had on was my topless dress and shoes, no panties and no shirt. Paul only lasted thirty minutes before he wanted me to 'Salute' him again but he was so desperate that he didn't want to waste time going into the bedroom and I ended up wanking him in the living room as we danced together, I didn't push my hand down the front of his trousers like Veronica usually did, I opened his zipper and wanked him out in the open, albeit dark, living room. At the point that Paul was about to cum he lifted the front of my dress and fired off his spunk all over my bare belly. I thought that in the darkness we were totally invisible to the rest of the room but as soon as Paul had finished spunking over my belly Veronica stepped in from the side and handed me handful of tissues, "Here Emma, you'll need these."

I mopped Paul's semen from my belly and as I did Veronica whispered, "Can we swap dance partners for a bit, Dan's desperate to dance with a woman wearing a topless dress!"

I dropped the front of my dress back in place and pulled Paul to one side, "Dan wants to dance with me, what do you think?"

"He'll try and fuck you, just think of this as you still being a junior for the next eight week, salute Dan if you want but just remember you're in charge, only go as far as you want to go!"

Paul handed me over to Dan, he kissed me and said, "Have fun darling, I'll meet you in the bedroom in an hour!"

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