But not at the total expense of fun and relaxation.  Paula still went round next door most weekdays.  If there was a practical exam in sex she knew she'd get the top grade.

That evening she was going round to see Katie.  Katie was in her class and the two often hung around together.  Katie's parents were friends with Paula's.  The two men shared a keen interest in football and sometimes played golf together at the weekend; the two women met at least once a week either staying in to chat and drink wine, or once a month going out with others for a girls night out.  The two men couldn't have been more different, Paula's father was always very serious, as if he had all the world's problems on his shoulders;  Katie's father was much more outgoing, always joking and flirting.  The two women were quite alike, sharing a sense of fun.

Katie's father John had called round to sort out the weekends golfing arrangements with Paula's father, also John, and offered Paula a lift to his house.  Outside of school Paula lived in jeans and t-shirt so getting ready was only a matter of grabbing a couple of CD's and a top.

“How's the sex life” John had joked, “Getting plenty?”  Paula had glanced across, John's eyes were fixed steadily on the road ahead. “I take it from your silence, no 'I don't know what you mean' or similar denial, that you've lost your cherry.  Am I right?”  Paula nodded, John looked across.  He had noticed the head movement out of the corner of his eye.

John had pulled the car up outside of the local Co-operative Convenience Store and gone inside.  He returned and passed Paula a carton of milk, a box of hamster petfood, and a box of tissues.  He reached into his top pocket and passed her another package.  It was a pack of condoms.  “Do you use these?” he asked.  Paula nodded, strangely tongue-tied this evening.

They drove off.  Paula's mind was racing, her mother had often said that John was all talk when he had flirted. Paula wondered was he coming on to her. She didn't have to wait long. “Would you like to have sex with me?” John came to the point. “Where?” Paula asked.  “In the car, I know a place that's quiet”.  As they drove Paula thought so much for her mother's opinion.

Out of town, down a side road Paula recognised.  The car pulled off onto the soft verge and John switched off the headlights.

“Put the shopping on the back seat, and take your jeans and pants off” John had said.  John got out of the driver's seat and walked round to the passenger door.  He opened the door and reached down the side of the seat.  Paula still taking her jeans off, fell backwards as the seat tipped down close to the horizontal.  Her legs touched his hand as he pulled another lever and the seat moved backwards.  She could sense his face getting closer before his lips touched hers and a tongue was pushed into her mouth. Paula responded with a quick push of her own tongue.

“Pass me the condoms” John had said “and get yourself comfy”  That was not easy.  John was in the car now, half kneeling on the floor.  Paula had to put one leg on the side of the door, the other was on the gear stick as she shuffled her bottom a bit towards John.  She felt his mouth touch her lower lips, and a hand brushed her lower hair.  A tongue started licking her.  Paula shivered, not sure whether it was the cold or the start of something else.  Fingers replaced the tongue and from the way they glided smoothly up and into Paula's pussy John had known that she was ready.  Paula had heard the rustling of packaging and although she couldn't see much more than a dark mass she knew he was putting a condom on.  John moved on top of Paula. God he felt heavy Paula thought and he hasn't taken his trousers off, just unzipped.  John had pushed into her and slowly started to rock in and out of her.  Her back couldn't get exactly level with the contours of the seat, and every time he pushed in she let out a muffled sigh. This was not comfortable.  Her legs were at a strangle angle and there was no freedom to move. She felt as if she was being skewered.  Let this end soon she wished.

John had been moving firmer and faster.  Paula had tried to respond  but couldn't move. With a final flurry that pushed every breath out of Paula's body, John jerked a last time deep into her and pushed himself away with his hands either side of Paula.  Paula took a deep breath at last.  She hadn't orgasmed herself, maybe he thought that breath was one.

John had climbed off her and out of the car.  “Pass me the tissue-box”. They cleaned up and dressed.  The seat was put back to its proper position and they drove without speaking back into town.  John had stopped the car once under a street light and checked that the car was clear of any evidence of what had happened.  He's done this before Paula thought to herself.  John had handed the opened pack of condoms to Paula and had said “A present, think of me when you use them”.  Paula had put them in her jeans pocket and knew that she would certainly remember, remember never to have sex again in such discomfort.

Paula hoped that what she had done didn't show as she carried the milk and petfood into Katie's house.  Katie and her mother Michelle were watching television.  Paula sat down, careful not to show how much her back was killing her.  “Drink girls?” John asked, and proceeded to play the perfect host.

A couple of hours later John ran Paula back home.  An eventful evening.