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   The 19th Notch on the Bedpost, by Andrew Jay

   Firstly, lets get a couple of things straight: The bedpost in question
is a metaphorical one, and you haven't missed parts 1 - 18.  Rather I have
(but a couple of my memoirs are out there if you look).  Something happened
to me recently (see `The 5th Notch on the Bedpost') to make me reconsider
the way I have done things, and as a result, I have decided to commit some
of the events of my love life to writing.

   Stuff happened to me as a young man in the nineties.  I had
relationships, some good, some bad, some indifferent.  But the `19th Notch'
as I will call the incident was one that I remember like it was
yesterday...

   I should add that this really did happen to me, and I have used the real
first names of the main participants.  I am Andrew, and for those
interested, I am quite tall with short brown hair and very dark brown eyes.
It was near the beginning of the long hot summer of 1994 when I was 22,
that I met the first girl I felt I wanted to spend the rest of my life
with.

   I was by now working in an office, climbing the greasy pole and not
doing a bad job of it.  I had soon worked out that the key to advancement
was not just going the extra mile, but being seen to do so.  When the
office manager had asked for a volunteer to co-ordinate the work experience
program, I was first to put my hand up.

   There was no extra pay in it of course, but finding a placement for six
youngsters from local schools for eight weeks didn't seem that hard - other
people had done most of the legwork, so all I had to do was to be seen to
be doing it.

   For those of you who can see a possible direction this tale is heading
and are about to call their law enforcement agencies of local elected
representatives, I should point out that the age of consent in the UK
(where the incident occurred) is 16.  The next time any of my readers from
the USA visit our wonderful country, they are welcome to indulge themselves
with as many of our 16 year girls (or boys for those so inclined) as you
want with impunity.

   Back to what happened: Day one of the program arrived, and as I half
expected, two of the new arrivals didn't turn up.  I went through the list
to assign those kids that were there to their roles - Candidate 1: a 16
year old boy with an acne problem.  Assigned to the General Ledger
department.  Candidate 2: an overweight 16 year old girl with an attitude
problem (how she managed to arrive on time the first day I don't know). 
Assigned to (I made some alterations to my plan) the Accounts department
(ok, I admit I had a score to settle with the accounts supervisor). 
Candidate 3: a 17 year old boy dressed immaculately.  Assigned to the
Management team.  Candidate 4: an attractive, but petite, very shy 16 year
old girl: Assigned to - I made some more hasty changes to my plan -
assigned to shadow myself.

   Madeleine, or Maddy as she preferred to be called, was small built and
wore her dark brown hair in a short bob.  She managed to seem quite
fashionable and well dressed without actually wearing anything that was
expensive or designer.  To check off the last item, she had small firm
breasts that perhaps weren't to my immediate taste but none the less were
enticing.  My thoughts had turned to how I could get inside her...

   In the event, it hadn't needed me to go into `evil genius' mode.  Maddy
was smitten with me, and seemed to constantly moon around after me,
admiring me for my skill with the photocopier, fax machine and my ability
to delegate problems to others.  Ok, I don't know why she mooned around
after me, but she did.

   After a few days, I decided to ask her out for a drink after work. 
`Drink' is a loose term here, as it is of course it is illegal in the UK to
by someone under 18 an alcoholic drink.  You can marry them, fuck them, or
let them join the army to die for their country, but of course a drink is
out of the question.

   Whatever drink I gave her in the quiet corner of the bar, it seemed to
do the trick and soon she was kissing me hungrily.  I was guessing she was
a virgin, so it wasn't a sure thing, but I was fairly confident of getting
inside her by the end of the evening.  I had to think through my options
however - it really wouldn't look good if it came out at work that I was
knobbing one of the work experience interns - it would place a seriously
dark stain on my record.  We should continue this in a less public place.

   I drove her back to my flat, where she nervously drank another (non
alcoholic of course) drink, then I kissed her again, my tongue stroking
hers.  In some ways it was like being 16 again myself - I didn't want to go
so fast that I frightened her off, so a long, slow snogging session
followed with me slowly gaining ground on her: stroking her hair; her side;
her breast through her blouse; opening her blouse; stroking her breast
through her bra...  You get the picture.  It was slow progress.

   Finally I had her down to her panties, which I had pulled aside for my
fingers to tease her and her taught, milky breasts were responding to the
ministrations of my tongue.  My shirt was open, but my raging hard-on was
still inside my trousers.

   I had decided it was time to be more direct.  `Lets make love' I thought
she was going to run for a second, but then she smiled and said `I want
you'.

   I led her to the bedroom and sat her on the bed.  I removed my shirt,
then my trousers and underwear.  She let out a little gasp - I presumed she
had never seen a hard one before.  `Touch it for me' I told her.  She
gingerly reached out and touched my penis with the tip of her finger.  I
was going to have to take control of this, as the evening would be over if
we didn't get a move on.  `Stroke it, Maddy.  Then kiss it - it is clean'.
She was getting the idea, and soon her tongue was swirling around the knob
of my penis in a rather pleasant manner.  I let her get comfortable with
that, then I decided it was time to repay the compliment, and I removed her
panties so that I could lick her sparsely thatched pussy.  She made the
right noises, and I knew the time was right to get inside her.

   I am about to describe some unsafe sex here, so please don't try this at
home unless you want to enjoy what a woman really feels like rather than
the sensation of fucking a smelly rubber sock.

   I moved on top of her, she was obviously nervous, but some reassuring
words from me seemed to help.  I poised my cock at her slick pussy, then
pushed in.  Something was stopping me - she was a virgin.  I pushed a
little harder, then harder again.  Something gave way and suddenly I was
inside her - she let out a little yelp, so I gave her some more words about
how the worst was over, and I was going to make her feel wonderful.

   The plan was to fuck her until she came, then come myself, preferably
into her mouth as unwanted pregnancy can spoil the mood.

   So I fucked her.

   Slow and gentle.  Fast and vigorous; On top; from behind; her on top, me
on top again.  She was enjoying it fine, but whatever I did, I couldn't
make her come.  I am not sure she was aware she should be feeling something
more.  It was getting late and her parents might start to worry, so
eventually I pulled out and told her to suck my cock.  I came in her mouth
almost instantly - perhaps I should have warned her, as she spluttered a
little, but she swallowed like a trooper.  I was going to have to persevere
with her a little more, so I told her I loved her and I wanted her again
tomorrow, and we got dressed and I returned her back home.

   We had a return match the following night.  It was the same result.  And
the next time.  And the next.  Maddy had a body any man would want to fuck:
her cone shaped breasts were firm and didn't need a bra; her nipples leapt
to attention the moment they were touched.  She was very slim, and still
had boyish hips.  Her pussy had dainty little pubes that didn't need
shaving, got wet quickly and was tight to fuck.  Although she was unaware
of any problem, my being unable to make her come was frustrating for me and
an alarming new experience.  I was close to admitting defeat, and moving
on.

   The next day in the office I was idly daydreaming.  Maddy was doing some
filling for me, searching through the lowest drawer in the filing cabinet
in front of me.  Her pert little bottom shifting with each file she found.
She must have had a thong on as I could see her bum cheeks perfectly
through the light summer dress, and no sign of panties.  I was getting a
hard on despite my reservations - I knew what went on under that dress and
she was just begging to be poked (maybe she didn't realise that yet).

   I thought about how I could satisfy my lusts: I had a plan.

   I dialled the number of a vacant phone near both myself and Maddy.  It
rang - Maddy looked at me, but to her it looked like I was already busy.  I
motioned to her to answer it.  She answered the phone, and I heard her
response in my handset.

   `Meet me in the store room behind the printer' I told her.

   She looked at me and smiled.  `No problem' she answered, keeping the
illusion going.  She hung up and walked over to the store room.  Was her
butt swaying more than normal?  My erection was getting out of control.

   After a few seconds I followed her into the store room.  I must have
needed some more printer paper or something - nothing unusual in that.  I
walked in nonchalantly, then jammed then end of a spare stapler under the
door so it wouldn't open.  Maddy giggled - I held my finger to my finger to
my lips to keep quiet.  She let me grab her by the waist and hold her close
while we kissed passionately.  Her hand reached down to the bulge in my
trousers and squeezed on my cock.

   `I want you now' she whispered.  ` I want you too Maddy' I replied.  I
turned her over and bent her face down over an old photocopier, hitched up
her dress and yanked down her thong.

   It wasn't long before my trousers were around my ankles and I was
fucking her tight little pussy from behind.  We were making love almost
silently, but outside someone was saying `Did you see Maddy - I have some
work for her'.

   I was still thrusting into Maddy, when we both watched the door handle
go down as it was pushed from the outside - I really hoped the stapler held
up.

   Someone pushed on the door, trying to open it.  I fucked Maddy harder.
They pushed harder on the door.

   Something happened then - Maddy started to cum like a train, somehow
managing not to make a noise, but her pussy repeatedly contracting on my
cock.  A tight 16 year old pussy around my dick was one thing, but a tight
16 year old pussy squeezing on my unprepared cock was too much.  I
ejaculated into Maddys perfect cunt until I was spent.

   After a few minutes rest, I looked at the old photocopier and it proved
too much of a temptation.  I opened the lid and gently sat Maddy on the
glass.  I pressed the copy button, and thank goodness the machine hummed
into action, saving a snapshot of her pussy for posterity - a little blurry
section indicating where my cum had dripped onto the glass.  I still have
the photocopy, and although I didn't know it at the time, it was the first
in the long line of girlfriend pussy pictures.  I stole her thong too.  For
the rest of the day at least she would have to go commando.

   I walked out of the store room as nonchalantly as I had walked in. 
Maddy came out a little later, perhaps the slightly flushed looking, but
otherwise ok.

   So what had made her come?  I hadn't done half the things to her that I
had on previous nights.  I took some time to think the encounter through. I
had fucked her from behind, in a store room, the room smelt of stationery,
I came inside her - that could be it!  But no, that was after she came.  I
thought again.  Then it came to me.

   There were people outside trying to get in.  There was danger of being
caught.

   Later that afternoon I called Maddy over to me.  I had to test my
theory. `Hi Maddy how are you feeling?' I asked.  `Fine thanks' she grinned
at me.  I whispered to her discretely `You do realise you have no underwear
on.  Anyone might catch a glimpse of your pussy'.  Her cheeks reddened. 
`They might even be able to see that you have had a man inside you today'
She flushed even deeper.  `Imagine if it was the janitor.  He might demand
something from you for his silence' `Oh god' she exclaimed quietly but
sincerely.  `Go up to the roof by the corner stairs now' I told her.

   She did as she was told and I followed shortly after.  I knew there was
a dodgy catch on that door so we could get through it.  I lead her up to
the roof and pushed her against an air conditioning outlet.  We shared a
passionate kiss, and I slipped my finger inside her pussy.  She was as wet
as ever - some was my semen, but I didn't think that was all it was.

   `You realise anyone could catch us here, don't you?' I asked Her pussy
twitched, and I felt some juice dripping down my hand.  `Yes' `So should we
go back down or should I fuck you again?' I asked.  `Fuck me'.

   I saw to her needs again as she requested, and when she came I left
another load of my sperm in her.  I have not been one for condoms for some
time, but I would admit they can help prevent unwanted pregnancies. 
Fortunately her period was nearly due, so that was unlikely to be an issue.
It also gave me time to get her to the family planning clinic for her to
get herself on the pill.  Don't worry, I went with her and chivalrously
waited for her in the car park.

   So I had cracked it.  Maddy was into the danger of being caught - and
big time.

   The next few months were a whirl of risky sex with my Maddy.  We did it:
In the car by the roadside; On the car bonnet, on the top floor of a
deserted car park; In the park in some (not very) secluded bushes; On the
common in some long grass; In an alleyway behind some shops (a good knee
trembler that one); On a park bench under a raincoat; In a cubicle of a
gents toilet; In a changing cubicle at the swimming pool whilst a family
got changed next to us.  We even did it on a motorway bridge with cars
rushing under us - until a police car turned its siren on below us and we
had to run;

   We never had sex in my flat during this time.  In fact she never stayed
over.  We had found the spark we both needed and I was enjoying life more
with her than at any time in the past.  I loved her, and I told her so.  We
talked about taking a holiday together (something I had never done before
with someone else), and I secretly started to think it might be time to
settle down.

   Her placement time with the company went quickly and soon I was asked to
write a review for her.  Naturally it was gushing in its praise and firmly
recommended her re-employment.

   Then it happened.  Her parents had become suspicious of her being out by
herself in the evenings and weekends constantly.  They explained to her
that they didn't mind her having a boyfriend, but they would like to meet
him.  Maddy relayed the message to me.  Meeting the parents was NOT
something I usually did, but if I refused she would likely get grounded or
worse.  I had no option but to agree to come around for Sunday lunch.

   The dreaded Sunday came around.  Maddy had briefed me on their hobbies -
knitting, cross stitch and crosswords for her mum and gardening for her dad
(`ask him about his marrows').  My heart sunk even further - how could a
vivacious, sexy girl like Maddy have parents with whom I had so little in
common?

   I rang the doorbell, and when Maddy's mother answered I presented her
with some flowers.  I could tell she was taken aback, and not by the
flowers.  Maddy had not mentioned the age difference.

   Lunch was a stilted affair: Questions like `More chicken Andrew?' and
`Make sure you eat your sprouts Madeleine' seemed to be the order of the
day.  I somehow found some common ground with Maddy's dad talking about the
state of English cricket, but I just didn't know where to start with her
mother.  The first course was finally cleared and we moved on to the second
(`More queen of puddings dear?').  Finally her mother moved the
conversation on: `So how did you two meet?' she asked.

   I wanted to reply that we met at work, and as soon as I saw her I wanted
to fuck her, and that by the end of the week I had taken her virginity and
come inside her.  `We met at the place where she did work experience' I
replied.  `But aren't you a little older than her?' `Yes, but I feel
Madeleine and I are both mature and sensible enough to become firm friends
before anything else'.  This was the sort of thing her mother wanted to
hear.  She didn't know that Maddy was squeezing my hard cock under the
table while I said it.  Maddy's mum beamed.

   The dinner finally ended, and Maddy's dad and I retired to the living
room to discuss the politics of the day, whilst the ladies wiped up.

   Presently Maddy came in and asked `Can you help me with that thing I
mentioned in the bedroom?' `What thing?' I replied.  I can be slow
sometimes.  `That...  stuck...  thing'.  Maddy was using non verbal
communication to try to say something like `come upstairs and fuck me you
idiot'.  `Oh yes...  of course the...  thing'.  I got it at last, and
amazingly Maddy's parents didn't realise what the exchange was about.

   The ultimate danger -fucking with your girlfriend's parents in the room
directly beneath you.  Maddy stripped off quickly - a sight I would never
grow tired of - then helped me out of my clothes, pausing to take my penis
in her mouth, and take long slow slurps on it.  She was a quick study and
already knew what I liked.

   She backed me towards a plastic chair and sat me down, then straddling
me, she lowered herself down onto my cock.  She seemed to come almost
immediately, but continued to fuck me slowly, with each stroke, nearly
allowing my cock to spring free of her, then pushing right down until I was
completely within her again.  I sucked on her hard nipples, giving them
little bites to make her gasp.  Her rhythm got faster and faster.  I
started to stroke her bum hole (a little something I had discovered she
liked), pushing my finger right in at the moment of our climax when her
pussy clamped around me and I spurted my spunk deep into her.  As Maddys
orgasm washed over her, I licked a dribble of sweat running between her
breasts.

   `We had better get downstairs again' she whispered to me, lifting
herself clear of me `after I sort out this mess' She grinned as she bobbed
down to lick the spunk from my deflating cock.  It was then that I got a
clear view of the door.

   As Maddy was swirling her tongue around my slick cock, her mum was
standing open mouthed at the bedroom door.  She was going a strange shade
of purple.  She could probably see Maddy's pussy dripping with my sperm and
had certainly seen enough to see what sort of relationship Maddy and I
really had.  A thought flashed into my head that mine was probably the
first hard cock she had seen in years.

   `Stop that this minute!' she finally shrieked.  Maddy nearly bit my cock
off and whirled around.  Unfortunately she still had some cum on her chin,
and a gloop of cum stuck in her thin patch of pubes `Its not what you
think' she said rather lamely.  But it was exactly what she thought.

   If there had been a shotgun in the house I would have been in trouble,
but somehow I managed to get my clothes on and out of the door without
being attacked with a rolling pin.  I asked Maddy if she wanted to stay
with me for the night but she said no, she had better face the music.  I
heard shouts of `how could you?', `we thought we could trust you' and `but
I saw you licking his...  thing' as I walked down the garden path.

   The next day Maddy was grounded.  And the next, and the next.  Finally
she got away on the pretext of renewing some books at the library and
managed to see me.  `What happened?' I asked.  `They calmed down after a
while.  Wanted to know if I was being careful, then how long we had been
together, and how often' she replied.  `How often?  Bloody perverts' I
couldn't help saying.  `And they wanted to know if we first did it before I
was 16 - Dad was quite keen to call the police'.  `Well thank goodness we
were ok there then'.  `I think they were just disappointed that I hadn't
got married first'.  She half smiled, but tears started to form in her
eyes.

   `Would you like to make love now?' I asked.  `We can go somewhere
interesting' `I don't think I can face being caught again.  Can we make
love in your flat?' `Of course we can' I said, but my heart sank.

   We made intense and passionate love.  It was long and slow and languid.
Maddy was the first girl I had truly fallen in love with, but I knew I
wouldn't be able to make her cum.  I finally released within her, and we
cuddled up naked in bed with each other in silence.  `Do you think you will
want to try dangerous sex again?' I asked.  `No' There was silence for a
while.  `I love you' she said.  `I love you too' I replied, and I meant it.
I kissed her forehead.  Silence again.

   `What's wrong?' she asked.  I agonised, but finally decided on the
truth. `I am just not sure that I am going to be able to make love with you
knowing that I wont be able to...' I searched for the right words.  `Make
me cum?  I don't mind'.  `But I do'

   Silence again.

   `Can we still be friends?' she eventually asked.  Tears were coursing
down her cheeks.  `Of course.  Best friends' I think I was crying now. 
`Can I stay tonight?' `Yes.  Better tell your parents where you are'.  I
replied.

   She reached over to the bedside phone and dialled a number.  `Hi mum,
its Maddy.  I am going to sleep with Andrew tonight so don't worry'.  She
put the phone down without waiting for an answer.  She would be grounded
for at least the next month.

   We made love one more time that night, and slept the night together for
the first and last time.

   As the years went on, Maddy found her own life, breaking away from her
parents and getting various interpreter jobs with several large European
companies.  I like to think my glowing reference may have helped her.  We
still trade Christmas and birthday cards and the odd email.  Maddy always
signs them something like `your best friend, Maddy'.

   I still a few pictures and the slightly blurry photocopy of her pussy
when I need to remind myself of her.














   

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