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Credits and License

Codes: MF exhib oral light

Copyright (c) John D 2012

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Preface

This story is part of the "Growing Pains" world. This is the nine chapter
book that shows Andy's relationship with Sarah blossoming while Rhea still
has problems with Nathan. Andy gets closer to Scarlet, Grace has a date or
two and Abi has a revelation that changes everything.

In this chapter, Rhea's ulterior motives for being a referee become
apparent, Andy spends some time with Scarlet and he gets a bit of help when
doing a personal favour for Olivia. Ray is the talk of the Christmas
Disco, Sarah plans Operation Debauchery and Rhea objects to Grace's date.

I would like to thank my wife for her understanding while writing all of my
stories. Alas, as I choose to remain semi-anonymous I cannot name her!

Please let me know what you think of the story; I cannot hope to improve as
an author if the readers don't tell me where I succeeded and where I
failed!

John D

December 2012

Web link: http://www.johndstories.co.uk

Twitter: @johndstories

Email: johndstories@gmail.com

Chapter VIII

For the first few days after the Parents' Evening d,bƒcle, Rhea was quiet
and subdued; she took considerable pleasure in showing Mum that she was
doing her homework, but as with so many things Rhea did, she turned it to
her advantage.

Rhea made great play of the fact that Simon helped her with her work, and
it was a common sight to see Simon before they did their morning paper
round, as well as in the afternoon - and often in the evening. They would
work in the dining room for an hour before going upstairs to Rhea's room
and I was certain that they were not always being academically productive.

Mum was surprisingly relaxed about it, and I think she was secretly glad
that Rhea was not considering blowing something up or getting herself
expelled. In essence, she was doing what a teenage girl should be doing,
although I wondered whether Simon's parents believed that he had run away
from home; he can't have spent much time at his house any more.

I did not witness it, but I became aware that Rhea and Mum had several
chats about her school parents' evening, and Mum made Rhea write letters of
apology to half her teachers. I know this irritated my little sister
tremendously, but she did not moan about it to me; I had overheard her
chatting in her bedroom to Simon. From what she had said, a lot of the
letters were as stoic and as unrepentant as she could have gotten away
with, but they seemed to satisfy Mum and the headteacher.

My sister had also managed to persuade Mum that if she was being talked
about when Mum had to see the headteacher every Friday for a "review" of
Rhea's behaviour, then it was only fair that she should be present. I'm
sure there was some logic there, but I also guessed Rhea was probably
hoping to intimidate the headmistress if she was in front of her, and I
also knew from when Rhea was suspended that this was unlikely to work, not
that it would stop my little sister from trying!

Mum left for work early on Friday, and Sarah had been dropped off at the
flat at 7:30am; Angela had a significant conference booked at her hotel and
was arriving to oversee preparations early. Sarah was, therefore, bundled
into the car and had stuffed her school clothes into her rucksack. She had
been driven in her dressing gown and nightdress and confessed she had put
the flimsy garments on to travel, which surely boded the question, why she
didn't just get dressed?!

Sarah said Mum was not surprised to see my half-naked girlfriend on the
door step as she went out, and Rhea was leaving to go to the newsagents,
and Sarah bounded into my room while I was still half-asleep. Sarah shook
me awake gently and kissed me on the lips before shaking her bare ass at me
and walking out of my room.

"Sarah," I called and heard the tinkling of wee hitting the pan. I wiped
the sleep from my eyes as Sarah walked in from the bathroom, her hair
slightly wet and her body glistening in the half-light. She took her
nightdress off and jumped into my double bed, curling up to me. "Ooohhh,"
she cried. "Fresh sheets."

"Yesterday evening," I told her, and she wriggled her hips.

"I love sex in fresh sheets." I licked my lips and raised my eyebrows at
her, but she just giggled. "You know I love sex, and I love you. And I have
a spare hour. Course I want to get ... you know." She went coy and shook her
hair. "And you took my out to buy me some clothes which is soooo cool.
Hell Kev wouldn't even buy me the Hawaiian skirt, and you've bought me half
my wardrobe." She went quiet for a few moments and looked up at me. "Mum
thinks you are good for me," she admitted and then blushed. "And that I am
good for you."

"Does she?" I asked, fidgeting in bed and she nodded.

"Oh yeah. Says that I am smiling much more, and she likes my new clothes. I
like them too."

I reached over and kissed her on the lips, snogging her passionately as our
hands explored each other's bodies. It was erotic and arousing, and I
smiled as I hugged her, holding her warm body tightly into mine as she
gently squeezed my globes.

We broke and looked into each other's eyes. I wiped the corners of her
mouth, and she giggled and put her head on my shoulder. "I want to know,"
she told me. "What attracted you to me?" I gave an embarrassed laugh and
hummed.

"Well ummm ..." I licked my lips as I thought and sighed. "Ummm ... I 
s'pose so
many things."

"Like what?" I felt her hands glide down my body and come to rest at the
base of my cock which she squeezed slightly. "Well."

"Ahh that," I told her. "Your touch."

"But you didn't know my touch when we first met." I gulped and perspired as
her hands clamped around the base of my cock and she twisted the shaft as
it came up. "Well?"

I sighed at her touch, and she just released her grip, allowing my erect
cock to bob freely and danced her fingers along my chest. "You," I snapped,
and she laughed at my heightened state of arousal.

"Seriously! I loved," she told me slowly and danced her finger up my chest.
"How you looked after me. How you walked me home and taught me to bowl.
How I felt you were a great guy with a warm heart."

I gulped. "And now?"

"And now, I think you're amazing," she cooed. "When you want to be. But me,
what was special about me? You had Abi."

"I never had Abi," I replied and then sighed. "I don't know," I admitted.
"Your smile, lights up the room. And you were always fun and exciting.
Maddening at times. More like a cross between Rhea when's she being good
and Paula when she's being exciting and it really excited me."

Sarah giggled, and we kissed again. My hands ran all over her body, and she
cooed appreciatively as my lips nibbled at her earlobes; they were
strangely erotic for her.

Sarah sighed and hit the "snooze" button on my alarm clock. "Come on," she
whispered. "No time for foreplay."

"I like foreplay," I moaned, but Sarah shook her head as my fingers found
her moist crack. She pushed them away and then pushed me back as her legs
came over my body and her crotch nestled against my erect cock.

She used her hands to guide my manhood into her tight maidenhood and sighed
as she slowly rocked back and forth; sparks of power shot from my loins
and it felt phenomenal. Sarah smiled at me, and I moved my hands up to
touch her breasts, but she grabbed hold of my wrists and pinned them to the
bed by the side of her.

It felt fantastic to have Sarah on top of me, and she adjusted herself as
she controlled the penetration. She groaned as she exhaled, smiling at me.
"You OK?"

"Yeah," I muttered breathlessly. I felt her release her grip on my arms and
put her hands behind her so she could lean back and rock. I moved my left
hand to her clit and began to circle it with my thumb.

She took a deep breath and gasped, panting and crying out as her agitated
body slid up and down my slick cock in a slightly weird motion; it was
moving about inside her, but I couldn't see it go in and out like most
other positions. It was weird but felt lovely.

Sarah was crying out as she gulped; I was nearing my climax, and I think my
teenage partner was too. I closed my eyes and groaned, my thumb working
overtime on her clit while she increased her pace of bouncing around my
cock.

I gasped open-mouthed as my body shivered and shook. Sarah saw me and
smiled, jerking her hips forward forcefully that cause me to cry out. "Oh
sh--" I muttered and felt a wave of intense pleasure sweep through my body
as several waves of cum were squirted inside Sarah.

She resumed her gently rocking but was crying out herself as my thumb
whirred on her pearl. She squealed loudly, and her body quivered as she
came with a jolt and a smile.

We looked at each other with wide grins and panted, getting our breath
back. "Good morning love," I muttered, and Sarah laughed.

"Yeah Good morning. I love my Kama Sutra book," Sarah said proudly. "That's
got some silly name, but I liked it. And it's good for waking up, right."

"Yeah," I muttered, thinking back to Abi's demands of "rough sex" in the
morning, and my girlfriend with ruffled hair, just giggled. She climbed off
me, leaking my semen down her legs and she reached for the empty box of
tissues. "I've had a cold," I told her honestly as she looked at me. "I've
not been ... y'know."

Her eyes narrowed. "Mr Williams. If I find you've been up to no good ..."

"I haven't," I said honestly with a smirk. "You think my body has the
energy for wanking when you are wearing me out?"

Sarah's smile turned into hysterics as I made a silly expression at her,
and we took it in turns to have a shower - our shower was not quite big
enough for two! "Look," Sarah told me as I came back into the room and held
out her new jeans and red T-Shirt that had a little rabbit on the front.
"I am doing what you suggested," she pointed out as she held the T-Shirt I
had purchased for her from the market.

"Good," I replied and kissed her on the lips. She chastised me for daring
to get dressed into "designer" stuff - the Calvin Klein boxer shorts
drawing her ire - and to avoid any further claims of hypocrisy I changed
them, but Sarah looked good in her outfit.

She had a natural flamboyance that just radiated from her and could be
dressed in a bin bag and I would still find her sexy. She didn't need to
try so hard to be attractive, and I just loved her tight jeans and T-Shirt;
it accentuated her figure nicely.

We came downstairs just as my sister had arrived home from her morning job,
and put her bag on the dining table. "What dya want?" I asked as I took
out a third bowl. "Shreddies? Weetabix?"

Rhea snorted as she entered the dining room and I passed Sarah a full bowl
of cereal with a cup of tea. She took her coat off and threw it on the
floor, before squinting. "Ricicles, with cream and strawberries, a yoghurt
and a cup of coffee with Baileys and a vodka to go." I cocked my head and
my sister grinned. "OK. Ricicles with a coffee please. And be quick about
it!"

I poured the cereal and added the freshly boiled water to a third cup
containing instant coffee granules and some milk before passing it to my
sister and picking up my own breakfast.

Sarah was giggling and pointed to my sister's discarded school bag; lying
open in Rhea's bag was a pornographic magazine, the lewd display of the
well endowed woman prominent.

"I had no idea," Sarah said pointing towards it as Rhea came back around
the table. "Does Simon know or is this preparation for the threesome he
probably wants?" I reached into the bag and held the magazine aloft.

"Oi," she yelled running to me. "That's mine."

"What the hell is it?" I asked, and Rhea smirked.

"Oh come on," she replied with a mischievous glint in her eye. "Surely you
know what they are."

I sighed. "Is this from the newsagents? Rhea, you will get done for
stealing. Just wait until -"

"I didn't steal it," Rhea interrupted and scowled. "We bought it."

"You bought it?"

"I am not answerable to you," Rhea said firmly and picked up the magazine
and bag, walking towards her room with her breakfast on a tray.

"But you are answerable to Mum," I reminded her, and she stopped. Rhea
looked at the inquisitive faces of Sarah and me, and just groaned.
"Especially after the parents' evening, I am sure she would be very
interested."

"Simon and I buy them for a fiver a pop and flog 'em at school for two or
three times that. OK? Now will you leave me alone ..."

I gasped. "But Rhea, that's illegal."

Rhea smiled instantly. "Oh. Thank you."

"That was not a compliment," I told her firmly and suddenly felt as if I
was a parent. "When Mum finds out she will go ballistic," I added, and Rhea
just shrugged. "And you are on report. Can you just imagine what they will
say when they find out." Rhea's face was unmoved, and I groaned. "They are
itching to expel you."

"Look, we ain't doin' no one no harm. Mr Parker just lets us get on with it
in the morning, and we can easily get them away and put the cash in the
till. He doesn't see it, and he can see his stock shiftin', so he's 'appy.
The boys at school, well they get tits and pussies as that is what they
want. And I'm earning a bit of cash, Mum won't let me work in the club.
Everyone wins."

"This is hardly better then stealing the school test," I thundered, and she
just held out her hands.

"No one is getting hurt. And we cleared over a hundred quid pure profit
this month. How cool is that?"

"Wh ... wh ... why can't you just get a job like everyone else?" I 
didn't need
my sister to answer that; she did it as much for the fact that she wasn't
supposed to do it, than for the money.

"I do have a job," my sister told me. "At the newsagents!" My sister was
gong to get herself expelled, and I knew I had to tell someone, but Rhea
made idle threats and disappeared to her bedroom.

Sarah told me to lay off my sister as we walked to College. "Victimless
crime," she told me a little sanctimoniously as we reached our College.
"Just let it go."

"No. 'Cause Rhea will be suspended, Mum will get upset, Rhea will get upset
because Mum's upset. Not victimless."

"Yeah ... but at least she isn't hiding explosives in bonfires or kicking
ex-boyfriends in the nuts," Sarah replied with a smirk. "She's moved from
one racket to another. At least this one just comes with a telling off and
not a jail sentence."

I sighed and pushed open the door to the Common Room, and walked over to
Ingrid and Zoe chatting with Ray. "That's a nice top," Ingrid told Sarah
the moment we sat down. "Is it new?"

Sarah beamed and looked at me. "Andy got it for me," she replied and pursed
her lips.

"Oh, it's very nice," Zoe added. "And if Andy got it, I bet it was
expensive." I spluttered, and she cocked her head. "I know how much you
spent on two dresses."

"Ahhh ... you see, that is different. I have some nice, expensive 
clothes for
special occasions and cheaper clothes for messin' around in." I looked at
Sarah and just smiled. "But it doesn't matter how much it cost, she looks
great, right?"

Zoe nodded. "Yeah," she conceded. "It's nice."

Sarah smiled sweetly and looked at me. "I don't s'pose your generosity will
extend to a cup of coffee and lunch? I've left my purse at home."

I smiled and hummed. "For a kiss of course."

Sarah put her hands on her hips. "After what you had this mornin'," she
barked and then giggled at the horrified faces of Zoe and Ingrid. "Sorry,"
she muttered and I passed her my wallet.

"And I'll be a coffee too," I told her and she disappeared off to buy two
drinks. With my money.

Suddenly, I understood Dad's comment of having to pay for a girlfriend!

* * * * *

I noticed the closer we got to Christmas the more excited some of the
dancers - and indeed the staff got. Susie, who had asked for a new set of
motorcycle leathers from her boyfriend was getting bouncier and more
gleeful as time ticked by, whereas the likes of Juggs seemed almost
non-plussed by it all.

I couldn't say I was excited, or any more excited than usual; I had a
girlfriend to buy for (like last year) who was going away (a bit like last
year when Paula left on Boxing Day) and whom I was becoming increasingly in
love with (like last year). I wanted more than I could hope to receive and
would have Rhea winding everyone up, like last year.

Christmas 1998 was going to be remarkably similar to Christmas 1997, only
this year I was going to be allowed to go to the club's Christmas Party
whereas last year Paula, and I had to make do with our own celebration in
the lounge while Rhea fought with us for control of the television.

Zoe was especially excited about the festive time of the year, and I was
becoming increasingly amused by her; she had concluded that Christmas
showed people what the true meaning of Christ was about and then got
annoyed when I pointed out that all the festive holidays showed was that
the human race adored materialism, decadence and lust.

I got a kiss from Abi as she sat down and Zoe scowled at me. "It's just a
peck," I told her, ignoring that it was a little full-on for friendship and
Zoe just held her hands out.

"Not my business," she muttered, and I was glad she recognised this; I
could see Sarah ringing me up to shout at me for a kiss I didn't ask for or
was expecting.

Mum started the meeting with a clap of the hands and showed us the latest
brand of "troublemakers terrorising the neighbourhood."

"What, no Rhea?" I asked, and a handful of people, including Mum, broke
into a titter.

"If she comes here then she will be in trouble," Mum said firmly. "As will
you, if I see you when we are open." There was a little bit of jeering and
then Mum turned to the subject of wages - there would be around a 5%
increase in wages from January 1st (this drew a loud cheer) and she rubbed
her nose passing out personalised letters to each of us.

After everyone had digested their new salary and a few people moaned - most
notably Juggs as it wasn't generous enough - she turned to the subject of
the Christmas Party, telling us the exact date, time, dress code, and that
she had a surprise lined up for us all. I saw Zoe's eyes twinkle, and I
just knew it would be a most unsuitable for her. "If anyone sees any
ex-member of staff, let 'em know," Mum told us. "I'm not writing to them,
but they're invited." I made a note to talk to Gemma aka Miss Edwards when
I next saw her.

I waved at Zoe as she went to leave and then ran to catch up with her. "Has
Simon said anything to you?" I asked. "'Bout magazines?"

"What magazines?" Zoe enquired immediately and she studied my expression.
"No. Why?" I smiled at her as I thought; if I told Zoe about Rhea's money
making ploy then she would have words with Simon who would be able to scare
Rhea. This way, neither Mum nor the school needed to have any knowledge of
Rhea's illicit scheme.

"They are buying pornographic magazines under the counter at the newsagents
and selling them on at a profit at school," I said calmly and Zoe gasped.

She gestured with her hands. "You're joking. Please tell me ... I'll kill
'im," Zoe thundered.

"Just ... don't tell him that it came from me," I asked Zoe. "And please
don't tell Mum. Rhea's in enough trouble already."

"I keep tellin' you, you need to sort her out," Zoe said firmly. "She
listens to you."

I scoffed; just, what planet was my friend from?

* * * * *

Rhea had, at first implored me to go and watch her referee her first match
and then asked me not to go. I wondered if this was reverse psychology from
Rhea or if she genuinely was no longer interested but decided that it
would be amusing to watch my little sister officiate a bunch of ten
year-olds and so after I finished cleaning the club, I wandered down to the
playing fields where two schools were set to battle it out on a Saturday
lunchtime.

I was, I think, the only person watching who had no interest in the match
and almost giggled when Rhea strode out in her black officials uniform. She
looked so respectable; appearances were so deceptive!

She beckoned the captains to the centre of the pitch and gave them a short
lecture before tossing the coin, and the blue team (the home school and top
of the league) opted to kick off. She smiled at the assembled crowd,
nodded towards the two parents running the line, started her watch and blew
her whistle.

To say I was surprised at Rhea would be an understatement, she allowed the
game to flow, and didn't show anyone a yellow card, let alone a red card.
They were young kids, but an immature Rhea would happily have had the match
descending into mayhem. The teams played competitively, but she "played
advantage" when she could and didn't make a single mistake. I was mildly
impressed and for a moment thought that the parents' evening and resulting
fallout had improved her behaviour somewhat.

However, Rhea being Rhea, meant that trouble was never that far away, and
the flashpoint came midway through the first half. The home team's striker
theatrically threw himself to the ground in the penalty box, and despite
calls from the home school on the touchline, Rhea gave nothing.

"Oi," a parent shouted towards my sister. "Oi. Wake up ref. That was a
flamin' penalty," he bellowed towards the referee and he turned to his
friend. "That's the problem, all these liberal do-gooders. Girls don't
understand football. It's political correctness gone mad putting a little
girl in charge."

I closed my eyes and counted to three; I wanted to let him know that Rhea
was my sister and that she was doing a good job, but realised that me
starting an argument on the touchline would mean I would be the butt of
Rhea's jokes for weeks to come.

He continued his assault against her, by shouting onto the pitch whenever
she came near him; his booming voice clearly telling her, that she was
getting "all the bloody decisions wrong" and his catcalls echoed around the
pitch. Rhea blew up as the ball went out of play and instead of heading
for the players strode over to the mouthy parent, her eyes fizzing with
rage.

"This," she called out, holding the game's first yellow card aloft and
pointing towards the car park. "This is a warning. Shut up and watch the
game or I will send you to your car."

The man grunted and stared at Rhea open mouthed. "You can't do that."

"Watch me." Rhea yelled at him, and he spoke, his arms gesturing wildly
over the pitch.

"You should be watching the game love. That was a penalty, and that was a-"
Rhea held up her yellow card to the second parent and then looked at them
both.

"This is your last warning too, you hear me?"

I had to suppress a smile; only Rhea could turn up to referee a match and
then yellow card the crowd. Sarah joined me a few moments later as Rhea
sent off a parent and then awarded a free kick for diving - much to the
annoyance of the home team. Sarah had been playing her own match just down
the road and was muddy in her football kit - but she looked sexy and
beautiful, and we kissed.

"What's she doing?" Sarah asked as Rhea blew up again and strode over to
the home team bench. I could hear her clearly as she berated the home team
manager for jeering at the opposition's player. I would like to say that
Rhea was measured and calm, but the language she used would make a
Glaswegian army captain blush, and even Sarah pulled a face. "Bit uncalled
for."

I wasn't going to defend my sister on that charge, but the game progressed
well until half-time, and she drew further ire for awarding a penalty
against the home team and then allowing another goal against them to stand;
I don't think she was wrong in her footballing decisions but I knew she
was just storing up trouble.

The home team's manager strode onto the pitch as he claimed handball for
the second goal and Rhea showed him the red card, followed by their team
captain (for protesting) and then two other players, for reasons I did not
see or understand.

It was not Rhea's finest moment, but she drew the half to a close as dozens
of furious parents tried to argue with her. "You do know you've upset a
lot of people," I told her but Rhea shrugged.

"Really?" She asked. "'Cause they want to bully the referee?" I looked
around me as people pointed towards her.

"Have you got a vendetta here?"

Rhea shook her head and then whispered in my ear as she left. "You mean
that Nathan's father just happens to be the coach at this school. Never."

I groaned, and dreaded the second half, but Rhea did referee it with some
impartiality - but the home team were down to eight men and tired quickly.
She gave them a last minute penalty, which was justified, but they still
lost 9-1 and she left the pitch to a barrage of boos.

"Shall we go home?" I asked her after she got changed, and Rhea shook her
head. "'Cause I think you are about to be lynched."

"I'm off to see Simon," she said gleefully and then looked at me and Sarah.
"And I know what you two are going to do. But I think that went fairly
well."

"You think?" Sarah asked incredulously, and Rhea nodded.

"Yeah. Dealt with all the silliness. And what's better, I'm their ref for
next week as well." I groaned, but Rhea just smirked at me. "Oh come on,
they bully the referees and get away with it. That's why all the other
referees hate coming here. So what they don't like me? I've got thicker
skin that that."

"I think you're right," Sarah agreed with her. "Some of the abuse was
disgusting." I spotted the coach of the home team striding over towards us
and sensed there would be trouble. I was right as he barged past me and
confronted Rhea, shouting at my fifteen year old sister.

"I dun-know what you're playing at Missy, but that was a bloody disgrace
out there! My boys are crying that room."

"You're right," Rhea told the man. "It is a disgrace. How I was abused,
harangued and argued with by your players and your parents. What are you
teaching them here? Don't they have any respect for the officials? And
diving in the penalty area. Not gentlemanly conduct, is it?"

He looked at her with incredulity and pushed her in the shoulder. "Your
performance ..." He started, but I took umbrage with his maltreatment of 
Rhea
and pushed him away.

"You don't start laying hands on fifteen year old girls," I warned him, and
he stepped back, clearly sizing me up.

"I'm going to speak to the League Secretary on Monday," he warned. "This
ain't over."

"Excellent," Rhea told him with a snarl. "You do that. And I will be
telling him of the abuse I suffered. And ..." I cut my sister off from her
rant and pushed her away before she could get into any more trouble. Sarah
escorted my sister from the playing fields and away from the pitches before
we doubled back on ourselves and headed for the flat. It was starting to
rain and Sarah took cover in a shoe shop, before buying a pair with my bank
card.

By the time we got back to the flat, my bank account was down by over fifty
pounds, although Sarah did promise to pay it back and we sat down to do
our homework after she had a shower.

We were still doing our homework in the evening, and Mum made us all some
tea while Sarah phoned home and said she was staying at my house. I was
always a little surprised at how easily Sarah's parent acquiesced to her
requests on these matters, but I guessed they saw it as part of the growing
up process; Sarah wanted to spend time with her boyfriend.

It did sort of surprise me: they stopped her from seeing Kevin and disliked
him because, even by Sarah's admission, they had too much sex. What
exactly did Sarah's parents think we did when she stayed over?

As dusk gave way into night-time, Sarah yawned and put our Maths homework
to one side. "I'm going up to bed," I told her. "Don't be too long."

"She won't," Rhea teased. "It's been two hours since she last fucked
someone. Little slut needs it."

"Rhea!" I snapped. "Leave Sarah alone."

"Sure," my sister replied. "The moment you do."

"She stood up for you at the football match. Go easy!" I snapped and bade
my aggressive sister "good night."

Sarah joined me in my room and slid into bed, discarding her fleecy
dressing gown and waited for me to put my novel on the table. I turned to
face her, and gave her a deep kiss, our tongues intertwined and our hands
wandering.

I smiled at her expectant face and felt a powerful warmth and contentment
as I gazed into her eyes. "Your sister," Sarah muttered. "She doesn't like
me too much."

"Yeah, I know," I agreed morosely. "I don't know what you've done."

"She ... umm ... well Abi reckons she's got a good heart and that underneath
her bluster is a nice, sweet little girl."

I snorted. "She's Rhea. She's just ... violent and twisted underneath."

"She isn't twisted," Sarah told me and leant back. "I've just had your
sister tell me where I am going wrong. She thinks I am only interested in
what I want and that I don't care about other people, but I'm not am I?"

"No," I said instantly but I could see where Rhea was coming from; Sarah
was often quite self-centred or illogical when she got excited, and she had
a tendency to have narrow-vision when other people's needs were concerned.
I didn't find this attractive but on the whole Sarah was a sweet, lovely
and beautiful girl that I loved. It was just a pity Rhea couldn't or
wouldn't see that.

"And you know she has told Simon that if he wants to propose to her, then
she would say yes, but only after her GCSE exams. Otherwise, it would mess
up her plans."

I smiled at this; her exams were eighteen months away, but Rhea was already
trying to dictate to her boyfriend what he was supposed to do around them.
I couldn't see Mum being too happy at Rhea getting engaged to be married
at sixteen.

"Anyway ..." Sarah told me and brought my concentration back to the present
with a kiss. "I hope you are not too tired."

"Very tired," I teased and yawned before turning over, but Sarah dived
under the covers and blew on my semi-erect cock. I groaned and tried to
close my legs away from her, but she put her hands to stop me and then
engulfed my cock in her mouth.

Like most of the male population, I love blowjobs and closed my eyes as
Sarah's mouth darted over the tip and her hands spun around the shaft,
rotating it in opposite directions. It felt incredible and I sighed,
pushing my buttocks up towards the mouth of my teenager lover.

She made suckling noises from under the covers and applied strong motions
to my cock, swirling her tongue around the head and running it underneath
the most sensitive parts.

I gulped and moaned, and two little eyes appeared. "Tired now?"

"No," I muttered and she ran her hands up and down my shaft. She slid up
the bed to come on top of me, and we kissed, my hands running over her
smooth skin and gripped her buttocks.

Our tongues caressed, and she rocked on top of me; she didn't weigh very
much, but she felt electric as her body wriggled over mine. She looked into
my eyes as we broke from the kiss and she kissed my neck, smiling as she
reached behind her and grabbed my erect cock.

She slid herself over it as she began to right herself and I felt my cock
glide into her slick hole. I grunted, and she giggled at me, rocking back
and forth as my hands ran over her nipples.

She leant back slightly and put her hands behind her for support. I gazed
into her inviting slit and pushed her folds aside so I could run my thumb
over her clitoris.

She groaned, and her rocking - that was more of a twist - got more forceful
and quicker. She gulped and cried out, her noises echoing around my room.
It was incredible; I loved having Sarah - and before that Abi - on top, but
her movement was steadily bringing me to the point of no return.

I gulped and cried out, warning my girlfriend, but she wasn't listening; my
thumb on her clit was bringing her to orgasm. I came first, squirting my
cum deep inside her and simpered as I did, gasping for breath as my body
shivered and the tension inside my loins exploded.

I kept rubbing Sarah's button and she kept rocking on my cock; it wasn't
uncomfortable, but I couldn't keep having sex with her! She gasped and
grunted, her face twisting and her knees shaking. "Oh ... Holy ... 
Ahhh," she
squealed loudly and gasped.

I felt her cunt twitch on top of my cock, and her legs quivered alongside
me. I gave her a smile, but she wasn't focusing on me, squealing and crying
out as I massaged her button.

We kissed, and she got up, my cum leaking everywhere and she smiled at me.
"Shower?" She asked, and I gave a smile.

"Yeah," I muttered.

* * * * *

I received a phone call as I finished my cleaning tasks for the day on my
mobile phone and answered it. Zoe had disappeared to go to church, and I
was packing the last of my things away when "SCARLET H" appeared on the
display.

"What's up?" I asked as I balanced the mop one handed while the other hand
held the telephone to my ear.

"You free?" Scarlet asked, and I grunted.

"Yeah, why?"

"I need to go shopping and don't want to go on my own," she told me and
then sighed. "Eddie's got farm stuff to do, and I just need a guy's
opinion."

I laughed and told her that I was at the flat, and she told me that she
would get Eddie to drop her off in Aylesbury, and we could take the train
to London.

I went to get changed into some of my smarter clothes and squirted
deodorant in places I was not used to squirting cosmetics; I did not want
to meet the lovely Scarlet when I was less than fantastically well
presented but wasn't quite sure why. I guessed I already saw her as a film
star or celebrity!

Scarlet knocked on the door to the flat but Rhea reached it first and came
with her arms outstretched. "A bird. For you," she said rudely. "But hey,
at least it's not that slapper. And she looks pretty nice. You fucking
her?"

"Rhea. Leave her alone." I barked at my sister as Scarlet blushed. My
friend nodded towards Mum, and they made a quick bit of small-talk. I got
the impression Scarlet did not used to do too many shifts at the club due
to not always being able to commit to the times required, but her recent
departure had been on good terms as Mum smiled cheerfully when she saw her
and they spoke warmly enough.

Scarlet and I walked to the train station and bought a return ticket each
to Harrow, chatting on the train. "I have been invited for dinner with
leading director Todd Bryan as I've been shortlisted for a leading role in
one of his productions."

"Todd Bryan?" I muttered. "What's he done?" I felt guilty as Scarlet's
excited face fell slightly, and I hummed, lying to cover my tracks. "I've
heard of him. I just can't place him."

"Sealed with a Loving Kiss, Robert's Mistress, Fire Down Below ..." Her 
voice
trailed off as she gestured with her hands. "He's one of the top romance
directors in Hollywood. Well Britain, but in film."

I smiled at her and nodded. "So this film's about what?"

"Working title is 'The Ten Rules of Infidelity' and it'll be a series not a
film. I will be mistress - or one of the mistresses. The main mistress,
but Todd wants to see me, and I've been invited to his hotel for dinner on
Tuesday with the casting director and I've nothing to wear."

"Yeah, I remember Sarah saying the same thing," I muttered and then
realised that I had been lumbered with two lots of female clothes shopping
in the course of a few weeks. This must surely mean that I had offended
some great god and that the cosmic order was grossly unfair, but Scarlet
just cocked her head and smiled at me.

"Well I am a bit short on elegant dresses and the like. I would ask Eddie,
but he's busy, and I don't think he gets elegant. You know I found him
ogling one of his farmgirls with dirty wellies." Her eyes met mine. "I mean
clothes on as well as dirty wellies, but it just wasn't a sexy look."

"It gets lonely up there," I teased. "On the farm." Scarlet snorted, and I
was grateful for our train arriving at the station. The main shopping
centre at Harrow was somewhat spread out, but we left the main station and
walked into St Anne's shopping pavillion and out onto the shopping street.
There was a myriad of little alleyways and I remembered the little
jewellery workshop being down one of them at the end of the town, but
Scarlet found a female clothes shop and started looking through the fabrics
as we chatted.

I hummed over some of them; I still had plenty of Christmas presents to
buy, but it was too upmarket for my tastes, and Scarlet's purse. She found
a lovely little red dress in the next shop, but it didn't fit around the
bust.

We spent a good two hours traipsing around the shops, but I didn't grumble.
I did pick up the odd present for my family, but Scarlet was getting
frustrated and annoyed. She knew that she couldn't afford any high-end
designer fashion - and Harrow was not the place to buy it anyway - but she
wanted to look elegant and sophisticated, and the clothes were not fitting
or just too expensive.

I did offer to put some money towards it as her Christmas present, but she
dismissed my offer, and walked past the charity collectors rattling their
tins, into a department store. "If there's nothing here, can we go to
London or Watford?" Scarlet asked, but if Harrow was too expensive then
London would be as well. I muttered this thought to my friend as she found
a couple of dresses and walked into the changing room with them.

She came back into the store wearing a long black dress and twirled in the
mirror smiling. "If you want to play the part of a mistress," I asked.
"Don't you want something more revealing?"

Scarlet shook her head. "It's why it's called acting," I was told but
returned to the changing room to try on a much shorter black dress that
emphasized her body shape much more. I preferred this and smiled. "You
sure?"

I nodded. "It is my opinion that the shorter dress is nicer," I told her
with a smirk. "Much nicer. I think it suits your smile better."

"OK," she said with a giggle and looked back in the mirror, turning around
a few more times and tugging it down. "That's why I brought you." Scarlet
then emerged from the dressing room clad in lacy lingerie and did a twirl
in the secluded corner of the shop. "Yes?"

"Wow!" I muttered. "Yes, it's very nice. But does your underwear matter? I
mean, it's just dinner right."

Scarlet gave a tortured smile. "The first scene of the film is my character
stripping for the husband. They might want me to do an audition. You never
know." My eyes widened, and the half-naked Scarlet stood in the shop with
her arms on his hips. "Well I don't know. I am just assuming they might.
They probably won't but I want to be prepared. It's a really big role for
me. I've never been up for a role this big."

"Scarlet, you aren't going to his hotel to get fucked are you?" I asked as
the middle-aged sales assistant appeared and she looked at me in disgust.
"Yeah, sorry," I muttered as my friend sniggered.

"I'll go get changed," Scarlet replied with a grin. "Before you upset
anyone else. And for the record, no! I'm a mistress not a prostitute."

The eyebrows of the sales assistant rose slightly and she turned away from
us. "Sorry," I muttered, but didn't really mean it.

* * * * *

I waited for everyone to depart the room and walked to the front of the
class to speak to Miss Edwards.

"Andy," she called out as I approached. "What can I do for you?"

I looked back at the door and sat down at the chair in front of her
battered desk and sniffed. "It's ummm, it's the Christmas Party at the
club," I eventually said and watched her tense. "It's the last Sunday
before Christmas, the twentieth. Be cool if you were there."

She spluttered, and her eyes flickered towards the door and back to me.
"It's a little difficult," she said with a scowl across her face. "I don't
work there anymore."

I felt awkward, my heart was pounding in my chest, and I bit my lip. "I
know, all the ex-employees are invited along with partners. It was in the,
errr, in the team meeting. You did work there for a few months, and I said
I would pass on the message."

Miss Edwards slowly shook her head and pursed her lips. There was a
finality to the look she was giving, and I felt more than a little annoyed
with her. There was no reason for her to be cold and furtive. "I know I
did, but I can't go. Not now. I've, um, I've moved on."

"You sound as though it was a mistake to work there," I added with a scowl
on my face and pocketed the pen I had been tapping on the desk.

Miss Edwards shrugged her shoulders. "It was."

I snorted, grabbed my bag without replying and walked towards the door,
before turning back to look at her. "Was I a mistake? And Sarah?"

Miss Edwards spluttered a denial and groaned. "Oh, I didn't mean it like-"

"You did," I interrupted with a new-found confidence. "You think I was,
don't you?"

Miss Edwards shifted, and suddenly I saw not a beautiful, elegant teacher
but a deceitful, two-faced woman rubbing her nose. "We shouldn't have done
what we did," she admitted after a long pause, and I just shrugged.

"Maybe not, but we did. But a few of the girls in that club I consider as
friends and they are not ashamed of me, or the club. You worked there,
Christine. As Gemma. You took your clothes off for money. I saw you. And I
know about the tattoos and the one-night stands and the drugs and the-"
Miss Edwards shushed me at my loud voice, and I just sighed. "I promised I
wouldn't tell anyone here, and I won't. But you can't pretend it didn't
happen." I said to the horrified teacher sat rigidly in her chair and
walked out of her classroom, leaving the door wide open.

Sarah asked me what was wrong as I strode into the Common Room and I took
her outside to tell her, where we couldn't be overhead. Sarah agreed with
Miss Edwards and said that I was a little enchanted with Gemma. This might
have been true, but I certainly disliked Miss Edwards, she was hypocritical
and two-faced. Gemma however was nice. Why couldn't we just be taught by
Gemma?

"Because Gemma doesn't exist and never existed," Sarah snapped and held her
arms out. "It was an act."

"Abi isn't an act," I told her. "Or Scarlet."

Sarah snorted and shook her head. "Well they are," my girlfriend replied,
and I felt like I was being patronised. Was it really that difficult for
Miss Edwards to be like Gemma? The well-meaning, confident young lady who
had given me additional Maths tuition?

* * * * *

"Oh she isn't, is she?" Rhea asked, looking at me over the dinner table.
"She is such a fucking slut."

Mum threw her fork down and glared at Rhea. "You do not use that language
in my home," she barked and Rhea glared at me, hissing under her breath.

"Sarah is my girlfriend," I told her calmly.

"And she has every right to come to the Christmas Party," Mum added to me
and Rhea scowled at me. "You are bringing Simon. Against my better
judgement. I am only allowing it because Zoe is invited."

"But she is so ... ughh. I hate her."

"Well I don't."

Rhea waved her fork in my direction. "It will end in tears though. She will
blow you off and run off with someone else or screw some guy behind your
back. She is a proper whore and ..."

Mum interrupted my sister with another lecture and I looked at my sister
with imploring eyes. "Please, just be nice. I don't say anything about
Simon."

Rhea shovelled a fork full of the Risotto into her mouth and grunted. "Yeah
well, he is boring at times, but he is not going to cheat on me, or make
me unhappy."

I looked at my bowl and then at my sister shaking my head. "And neither
will Sarah. Please Rhea, don't make me beg, you don't need to like her,
just tolerate her."

Mum looked up and rubbed her hands together. "Rhea will be fine with Sarah,
won't you?"

Rhea almost howled in annoyance at being told what to do and glared at me.
"Please Rhea. For me."

"Bloody hate you," Rhea moaned and slid her empty bowl to one side, getting
up and storming out of the room. I could tell she wasn't angry or
exceeding annoyed, she just didn't like being told what to do, and I had
applied emotional pressure. I guessed she felt boxed in, she could not
refuse to as I pleaded; Rhea was always crabby when she was prevented from
doing something she wanted to do.

Rhea had disliked all of my girlfriends, or even female friends. My good
friend Zoe was too prim and perfect, my Year 8 crush Lucy was too geeky and
nerdy, Paula was too clever and wily, Sarah was too playful and energetic
and Abi made me too soppy. In essence, Rhea would continue to find fault
with every girlfriend I would have unless she learned that what I wanted in
a girlfriend was not what she wanted to see in her brother's partner.

Fortunately, she didn't get to choose; all she had to do was just be
polite, agreeable and put up with whatever came with me, and this clearly
wound her up. "I only care because I care," she offered as an explanation a
bit later and try as I might I could not convince her that it was a bad
thing. "OK. She grassed me up to Zoe 'bout the mags," Rhea admitted. "And
now Simon's got cold feet. I mean, I don't want to work in a newsagent but
it was the best way of running that little trick. But Zoe's put the willies
up Simon, and she even threatened me. Can you believe it? Threatening me!
Why can't you just find a girl that I don't hate?"

I gave a sigh. "'Cause that girl doesn't exist," I told her with a smirk.

"OK. Then fuck Zoe. Loosen the frigid, up-tight bitch up. Just stop being
so blind with Sarah. Please. As much as I hate you at times, you're my big
brother and I just hate seeing you used like that." I almost saw a hint of
begging in her eyes, but she knew there was no way I was going to stop
seeing Sarah; she simply meant too much to me. "One day you'll see that I
am right," she told me, but she was wrong. I just knew it.

* * * * *

Ray and I had to travel a bit further for our last gig - Olivia's niece -
who was doing a fashion course in London and needed to prepare a portfolio
or her work to go with the catwalk show she was doing.

I didn't really understand exactly what we would be required for, but we
turned up at the pre-agreed meeting point in a north London street with
no-one to meet us.

I had offered to my friend that this was his commission, and I would take
one film of photographs to his three. I was feeling a bit sorry for him,
and his split with Donna was hitting him hard, although he wouldn't admit
it. He hadn't told me too much about it, just that they had had several
frank discussions and they had decided that he was not for her. What Ray
had said to lead the firebrand and him to this conclusion he did not say
and I did not ask, but he had been very up and down for two weeks - despite
his dalliances with Katy.

Ray initially refused my offer, but I knew he would get some enjoyment of
what I had offered and he was a better photographer than me; our "WAM"
shoot proved this. I had been through with him, exactly what I had done
with the strippers as well as young Holly and he seemed as nervous as I was
on my first photoshoot, and while he wanted to accompany me, he did not
want to take the lead until I mentioned that it was a fashion student!

I had spoken to Lucille and asked if my "photographic genius friend" could
join me, and after mentioning that we would split any fee, she reasoned
that she would "get two for the price of one" which was a "good deal!"

The flamboyant Lucille arrived ten minutes after we were due to meet,
flustered and erratically dressed. She had bright purple top, with bright
orange skirt and then a bright blue tights and a bright red coat, all
topped off with long yellow hair and bright pink nails. She looked like an
explosion in the paint factory, but she held out her hands as he
approached. "Sorry, sorry. I'm awful I know. Lost track of time."

Ray smiled at her. "Lucille?" I asked, and she kissed me on the cheek and
then Ray. Ray's smile got a lot wider, and she rubbed her hands. "I got a
dozen outfits to do. How long have you got?" She whittered for a while as
we walked back to her house - a small suburban terraced property that she
shared with two other girls and one of the girl's boyfriends.

The smell of marijuana was intense, and Ray coughed. Lucille immediately
offered him a drink or "even a joint" to calm him down, but Ray and I both
skipped the offer of drugs and opted for a beer.

Lucille opened the lounge door to a veritable mess of clothes and videos
with two students sat in the middle. I grunted something that couldn't be
understood - I was nervous, and my heart was pounding.

Lucille's housemates were warm and friendly; they offered me a spliff which
I declined and then asked me about the camera and the shots we were
taking. Lily and Zac looked like they were ready for bed - Zac was topless
and wearing just his boxer shorts while Lily was only wearing a nightie,
but they were curled in each others arms.

I felt overdressed and out of my depth, but the two students smiled and
muttered about "not having any lectures" when I asked. Ray wasn't with me
in the room; he was with Lucille in the kitchen, but I expected him to take
the lead and didn't interrupt.

Lucille appeared just as I was explaining about Mum's strip club. Zac
suddenly became intensely interested in what I had to say, but we were
interrupted as my partner-in-crime with our host wanted to start.

"Lucille's putting together a portfolio," Ray told me. "Got to have six to
eight pieces of work in it from investigation to the real thing." I gulped
and listened to him, and he ran his hands through his hair. "Was thinking
of getting the items on the peg, close ups and the like and then it being
worn against a white background and then outside."

I looked out of the window. "Got to be quick; it's going to go dark." Ray
gave a slight groan, and we chatted for a few moments about technical
matters. Some of Lucille's work was "more intimate" but she had four
outdoor items she wanted to include and ran off to her bedroom to retrieve
them.

It was fun photographing Zac and Lucille in the park with the fashion
student's clothes on. I showed Lily how to use the camera and both Ray, and
I got some decent pictures in the afternoon light.

Lily was coy and shy, and I warmed instantly to her. She blushed easily and
I had no trouble in flirting with her, but saw Zac look on as I did and
eased back slightly; he didn't look annoyed or upset, just a little wary
and I had no reason to cause trouble.

Capturing the items inside proved more difficult as there wasn't a single
room in the house with plain, unblemished walls. In the end, Lily and I got
the largest and least stained bed sheet from Lucille's bed and held it up
on the kitchen wall as Ray captured the clothes as they were being worn.

I could see down Lily's tight and revealing top and she giggled as her
boyfriend pranced about in the kilt-style outfit. I thought it looked
ridiculous, but then I was feeling like I was from the Victorian ages, what
with the liberal ways of the three students.

Ray and Lucille were getting on well, they were directing each other and
making comments, but there was a flirtatious warmth present as they danced
around each other. It reminded me of my early days with Abi as they just
didn't stop smiling with each other.

I used up the last of my film on two outfits Lily was wearing, and Ray
caught all the clothes, hung up against the sheet, focusing on a particular
detail that Lucille wanted illustrating.

We had to adjust the lighting and Lily, and I carried all the table lamps
from the house and arranged them in a semi-circle around our photographic
area!

I could tell Lucille was a little anxious and grabbed Ray's hand. "Can we
do the intimate stuff in my room."

"Intimate?" Ray asked and smiled. "Sure."

"It's just underwear and ummm ... well I'd rather do it with just one of
you."

I nodded and held out my camera to Zac and Lily. "I got a spare film. If
you want some nekkid pictures I can do 'em and just sort out with Lucille
'bout getting 'em developed."

Lily hesitated and I could tell she wasn't comfortable with it, but Zac
nodded. "Yeah, sure kid." His girlfriend grabbed at her drink and giggled.
"On the sofa."

I was rather hoping to put the black-haired Lily into my portfolio, but
instead she directed her boyfriend into getting undressed and then of
obscene poses with his cock lying about.

She would move in and suck it gently before arranging his prominent
erection into a pose and retreating from the scene. I managed to snap a
couple of her touching his manhood, and she even wanted some close ups.

I eventually persuaded her to go down on him again and caught the moment as
some pre-cum extended from her chin. It was not a perfect environment for
photography, but my erotic photography skills had been coming on leaps and
bounds recently, and it was a freebie anyway, just to pass the time.

Ray returned to the lounge with a very big smile on his face after I gave
Lily the photographic film and I was sat having a drink with them. "Done?"
I asked, and Ray nodded.

Lucille - now dressed in a psychedelic neon nightie - nodded and touched
Ray on the arm. "I'd love you to come and do the fashion show next term,"
she begged. "I can't pay much, but it's fun." She winked at him and smiled.
"There's a swimsuit and lingerie show. And I could make it worth it!"

"Olivia's got my number," I told her, but she bit her lip. I suddenly
realised that she was talking to Ray not me and sniffed. "And I'd pass on
any message to Ray."

"I've already got his number," Lucille replied and kissed him on the cheek
as we left. She passed me the films and looked at me. "Could you drop them
off at Olivia's on your way home?" She asked and shrugged. "I can go pick
'em up tomorra."

"Yeah OK," I agreed and took all of the films from her. Ray was quite
talkative as we left the north London flat towards our station on the
Jubilee Line. We had to change twice to get an Aylesbury train and barely
stopped smiling.

"This is great fun," he mentioned for the umpteenth time. "It's awesome.
Lucille is ..."

"She's out of your league," I replied, and he gave a coy smirk.

"I got her phone number." He waited for a moment and then took a deep
breath. "Actually she gave me her phone number. Wants more ... but how good
is that? A five year old camera and some easy photos and I get to see girls
like that naked."

All I could think of was that all I got to photograph was the contents of
Zac's shorts, and although they most definitely weren't going into my
portfolio, it wasn't a wasted trip. Ray was buoyant and happy, instead of
morosely depressed and borderline suicide risk that he had been since he
had split up with Donna. For a friend like Ray, I would have photographed a
hundred cocks if it meant it cheered him up!

I walked to Windmill Street to give Olivia the films from the photoshoot,
but she wasn't in and I left them with Emily. Olivia still owed me for the
first two shoots that I did, and I got a phone call as I returned to the
flat from her asking me to go and visit her the following day to collect
all monies owed; it was an invitation I wasn't going to decline.

Mum gave me an annoyed look as I entered the lounge. "Have you been talking
to Gemma?"

I thought for a moment and then blurted out, "Mrs Edwards?"

Mum looked around the flat instinctively and then sighed. "Yes, her."

I hummed. "Sort of."

"Why?" Mum asked with an exasperated tone.

"Because to tell her, she was invited to the Christmas party. But she
didn't take it all that well."

"Well she rang me up to ask me to remind you that her working here was
supposed to be discreet. You shouldn't go shouting it at your college, she
will get the sack."

I groaned and my eyes narrowed. "I did not," I snapped. "I passed on the
message. Discreetly."

"And what time do you call this? 8pm?"

"I know," I muttered and lied. "I got some dinner out." She sighed and
grabbed her bag.

"If you are going to be late home I like to be told," she snapped, and Rhea
chortled as Mum walked through the interconnecting door, and I relocated
myself to the kitchen to address the small problem of my rumbling stomach.

* * * * *

The last Film Club meeting of the term was actually the penultimate week of
term; Abi was going to spend a few days the following week at her
brother's house in Edinburgh and so she wouldn't be around.

I had suggested to Abi, Sarah and Ingrid that we watch a less adult film
and invite Rhea and Simon, not to mention Zoe. Zoe had still not forgiven
us for the Story of O, a film that Sarah and I had both truly enjoyed and
that had repulsed Zoe. I could see why, but found myself thinking about
that film more than anything else in the few weeks which was something I
could scarcely admit to Zoe, or Sarah.

Rhea had gotten wind of the Film Club and had asked some pointed questions,
suggesting that we were watching pornography and that this was being used
a pretext for an orgy. I knew Rhea was teasing but didn't want her to voice
her suspicions in front of Mum and her to start with the extremely awkward
questions.

Also, if Rhea was getting suspicious then Simon probably would have been as
well, and this would only cause problems for Zoe. We, therefore, started a
bit later than usual, after Simon and Rhea had finished school, and I
passed round a few beers and glasses of wine as we settled down to watch a
"classic" comedy of my choice.

Dad often joked I had been gifted with good taste, but we all agreed on the
film, and thoroughly enjoyed Monty Python's Life of Brian. It was one of
my favourites, of course, but Simon, Sarah and Zoe hadn't seen it before,
and although Zoe called it blasphemous, I know she secretly enjoyed it as
well.

Rhea cackled as we left the house and asked, "are you Biggus Dickus?" at a
random boy walking past who jumped out of the way when he saw Rhea. Simon
grinned as he watched the blonde boy tear off down the road and I squeezed
Rhea.

"You frighten everyone."

Rhea smiled. "Cheers."

I hesitated. "Look, I gotta go and see someone." Sarah smiled at me.

"Who?" Faces looked at me, and I muttered.

"Olivia. Photos."

"Ohhh ... I can come," Sarah asked.

I groaned. "Oh OK," I told her and checked my watch. "It's only going to
pick up some money." I waited for everyone else to leave us and then stared
at her eyes. "No naked people at all."

Sarah pouted at me but took my hand and led me down the road; she reasoned
that it was only fair as I watched her training and that was her hobby,
whereas mine was photography.

In truth, I didn't actually see it as a hobby, just as a way of making a
bit of cash on the side, but Sarah wasn't completely wrong and we walked to
Windmill Street holding hands and chatting affectionately.

We knocked on the door, and Olivia eyed Sarah up with a grin. "Girlfriend?"
She asked, and I nodded.

"Sarah," my confident partner told her.

"I know," Olivia replied curtly. "I've seen the photographs." Sarah blushed
for a moment, but she welcomed us into her lounge and offered us a glass
of wine, which we both took. "Nice pictures," Olivia told me and passed me
some envelopes. "Heard about some guy called Ray."

"Yeah," I muttered. "I did check before I went, but he's ..." Olivia cut me
off with a wave of the hand.

"I like him. I can see his style." She lit a cigarette and offered Sarah
one, which I was grateful that she didn't take. She seemed slightly in awe
as Olivia and I talked and I knew how susceptible she could be to
suggestion when she was like that. "Lucille liked him loads."

I gave a grin. "Yeah well, they got on well."

Olivia smirked. "I know. I saw the photos remember." I scowled slightly as
I hadn't and then thought back to the twenty minutes or so when I left them
alone at Lucille's request!

"I do wanna know, why didn't you just do it?" I asked Olivia, and she
snorted. "You know your way 'round a camera."

"I like your style," Olivia replied, pointing the lit cigarette in our
direction. "You have a real talent behind the lens, and you get some good
shots." Olivia's voice dropped slightly. "I can develop, but I am not so
good at taking the damn pictures," she moaned. "I ain't bad, but for a
final year project it needs to be stunning. And you've done that." She took
another drag of her cigarette and then asked me for some more details
about Ray.

She flicked through a lot of the photographs and showed me the odd few. A
lot of Ray's shots that I knew of were "close-ups" of the dresses, but he
kept them sharp and in focus. The WAM shots he did were clean and crisp,
and Olivia asked me subtly for his phone number which I was happy to give
her it.

I got three envelopes - one of pictures for Ray, one for me and a third
envelope with some money in it. Sarah asked coyly about modelling and
Olivia rolled her eyes.

"Not eighteen love," she told her firmly and I decided against telling
either of them about the WAM shoot; I was not sure they were all eighteen,
and I knew with Rhea's fake ID business and Sarah's lustful thirst, it
wouldn't end all that well.

* * * * *

The College Christmas Disco - a whole month away from when Santa would be
making an appearance - was being held in the big hall at the College, and
we had "persuaded" Angela and Grace to allow my lovely girlfriend to stay
in our flat overnight.

I had travelled to Wendover to meet up with Sarah in the morning before we
got a lift into College (this was a ridiculous amount of travelling, but we
knew would get what we wanted if we both asked, and we had forgotten to do
it earlier in the week.) Sarah's mum was quite taken with the thought of
having the evening to herself and I waited until Sarah had gone back
upstairs to get her bookbag when I chortled at the middle-aged mother. "And
I promise, if we have to come home, we'll give you a ring," I said with a
grin. "So you can ... make yourself presentable!"

I had given Abi some money to get us some alcohol - a bottle of wine and
some vodka, and at lunchtime I replaced two thirds of a bottle of Sunny
Delight with the spirit. Sarah cooed appreciatively as she took a sip.
"It's strong," she moaned, but we knew we would be stopped as we came into
the college later with the vodka, and we wanted to take some alcohol for
the "disco" to make it bearable.

I locked the alcoholic cocktail in my locker as the bell rang to signify
the start of lessons and Sarah grinned mischievously. "And Sarah," I told
her. "Don't get too pissed." Sarah promised she wouldn't, but I didn't
totally believe her.

Sarah and I met up with Ray after lunch - none of us had any classes on a
Friday afternoon, so we sat down at a small caf, as we divided up the
photography money we had received - after I had taken the money out for
what I had spent on films. Ray's eyes bulged at the amount, and Sarah
teased him, but he was surprisingly resolute and unflustered, although I
was still sure Rhea could make him blush if the opportunity ever presented
itself.

After wandering back to our flat, having some dinner and getting ready, we
were back at the College. Unsurprisingly, we were told we would have our
bags checked if we brought any, but obviously we didn't need to, and
together with the flamboyantly underdressed Sarah made our way into the
College.

We got to the lockers just before the caretaker locked up the room and sat
on a low wall outside the main building watching people come in. We had
intentionally arrived early to retrieve the alcohol and waved towards our
classmates when a few others arrived.

"Jez and Jodie," Sarah said confidently. "She's coming and said she
wouldn't wear underwear. Actually she said ... I am getting worried 'bout
her. After what she said about Jez's dad. She is getting in way too deep."

"I heard, Jez was telling me last week," I added; Jez and Jodie's
unorthodox relationship wasn't public knowledge, but I had no doubt that
the news of Jodie screwing Jez's Dad with Jez's consent, would not remain
private for too long. "Rosie's coming too. And Paul and Karen from GS.
Karen said she have the house to herself when they get home and if Paul was
nice they might ... you know."

"Why didn't I know this?" Sarah thundered. "I can so give that girl tips."

"Because you left class early," I teased.

"Yeah, to get to Chemistry," Sarah moaned. "Who else ...?" She hummed for a
moment.

"Ray?" I asked Sarah as she took a swig of the vodka cocktail. "He said he
was coming. And he had a date."

"It ain't Donna. She's coming here with Danny."

"Of course not Donna. They hate each other. Who's Danny?" I asked, and she
pointed to a dreadlocked guy making his way up the path with Donna towards
the music in the great hall. "He doesn't go to our school."

We watched most of the people arrive from our vantage point and called over
Ingrid and her date, Chris from Amersham, as well as Zoe who arrived
alone. Zoe gratefully took a sip of the Sunny Delight, and I deliberately
didn't warn her how strong it was, causing her to splutter. "That's so
alcoholic," she cried, and Ingrid put a hand over her mouth as she coughed.

"Ssssh!" Sarah yelled. "Mouth like a fuckin' foghorn."

Zoe's eyes narrowed. "You do know it's a non-alcoholic night," she moaned,
and I gave her a smile.

"And ..."

"And ... it's so immoral."

"Don't start this again," I wearily told her and took the drink from my
troubled friend. "What you need is a boyfriend. How about ..."

"I don't want a boyfriend," she moaned, and I gave a smile.

"How about a girlfriend then. I know what you've been up to, our little
strumpet," I teased. Ingrid and Sarah burst into laughter as I gave Zoe a
funny look, but she didn't see the funny side of my joke and stormed off.
"Testy!" I cried and swayed a little to the left. "Whoa!"

"You have definitely had too much," Ingrid teased and took the half-drunk
Sunny Delight from me. I tried to protest, but the tall frame of the
Scandinavian beauty towered over me and snatched the drink from my hands. I
was feeling unnecessarily candid and woozy and left Sarah to go for a
short walk to clear my mind.

I could not go home drunk to Mum; she would go mad at me, and Sarah and I
did not intend to get totally hammered, just give us a pleasant glow.

"Andy," Sarah cried as I walked back from my short walk. "Ray's here."

"Oh right," I muttered and walked past Ingrid drinking from the Sunny
Delight.

"No. Andy, you don't understand. He's with ... a girl."

I laughed at my drunken girlfriend. I saw Ray's girlfriend as soon as I
entered the hall, as her bright yellow hair shone on the dancefloor. Her
one-piece dress hugged her model-like body - and was an array of bright
colours with a slit up both sides to beyond her waist. "Lucille," I
muttered.

"Who's Lucille?" Sarah asked with an annoyed edge to her voice. "How do you
know Lucille?" There was an accusatory tone to her voice and I blinked,
focusing in on my friend.

"A girl we photographed for Olivia," I told her curtly. "But what's he
doing with her?"

"Snogging her," Sarah moaned. "And why can't I come to photograph the
girls?"

I sighed. "Because Ray is a bona fide master with the camera, you're not."
Her scowl deepened.

"But I want to see naked ..."

"She wasn't naked," I lied and then hummed. "Well not completely ... look
it's complicated. And Ray did most of that anyway."

"He's definitely got in her good books," Sarah told me with a snort; Sarah
didn't like being upstaged and Lucille with her brightly coloured
everything and beautiful body was turning every head in the room. "Are they
fake tits?"

"How do I know?" I snapped a little wearily. "They aren't that big." Sarah
simpered, and I glanced at Ray's companion. "I've seen her in underwear and
.... well you know. And they aren't that big."

"Bet she's got chicken fillets then." I sighed at her rampant jealousy, but
Sarah didn't hear, and I grabbed her by the wrist and took her onto the
dancefloor.

I was no better than I was in Lancaster (and was fairly drunk then) but
watched as Sarah's dress rode up as she spun around. We got a few glances
as we danced and then went outside again to find our cocktail.

Ingrid had nearly finished it, and Sarah and I got a last few swigs in
before Chris drained the bottle. "You're my best friend," Ingrid told Sarah
in a drunken voice and both Chris and I looked at each other.

"I can take her back to her house," Chris moaned as he read my mind. "But
I'm too drunk to drive. I gotta leave my car here."

"Back to yours?"

"I live in Amersham," he moaned, but Sarah convinced him to leave before
any teachers saw Ingrid drunk and her parents was called. Ingrid moaned
vociferously at this, but Sarah told her to either sober up out of sight or
"piss off home" and we ambled back into the disco.

Ray and Lucille were obvious in their kissing, doing passionate embraces,
just as Donna approached them and Ray clearly slid his hand underneath her
date's dress. It was clear Lucille's underwear was skimpy or non-existent
as the slit rode up and she giggled at him.

I guessed they had both been drinking, and they felt each other up
passionately and lustfully. Her hands gripped his tight trousers and then
squeezed his globes before running her hands down his shirt.

He smiled and kissed her before looking around the hall as the song
finished. "Ahh," he muttered and took a few strides in my direction before
stopping at Donna's table and taking some white fabric out of his pocket.
"Yours I believe," he told his ex and held them out between his two
fingers. The white knickers were "big" and the chatter fell silent amongst
hushed whispers. "Lucille found them when we were in my bedroom. Thought
they came from elephant at first."

"Fook me, they are massive," Jez cried as he smirked at his girlfriend (who
dispensed some justice to his testicles as the crowd guffawed)

Ray smirked. "Lucille reckons all her underwear don't use as much cotton as
this."

Donna leapt up and slapped Ray on the cheek before snatching the underwear
from him. "How could you?"

"Easily," Ray told her. "After what you said."

"After what I said?" Donna cried out, and Ray crossed his arms.

"Oh yeah, 'cause I got angry when you cheated on me!"

Donna fidgeted and wiped her eyes. "No," she shouted. "I didn't! I just 
...."
She huffed, and closed her eyes as Ray scoffed at her. "Right ..." She
stepped forward to thrust her fist into his stomach. He gasped and
collapsed on the floor as Lucille ran over to pick him up.

"I'm sorry," I told a tearful Donna as she strode out of the hall.

"I bet you're lovin' this," she shouted, waving her arms dramatically
towards me and I shook my head.

"Ray's being a dick," I told her in the corridor. "Whatever happened, you
didn't deserve that." Her eyes softened for a moment, and she scratched her
nose.

"No. I guess I don't." I looked at my adversary for a moment.

"What happened?" Donna sneered and told me that it was private. "Do you
want a dance?" I offered, not quite sure what I else to say, but Donna
refused. "I'd really like one to make amends."

Donna shook her head. "Goodbye Andy."

"Sure, Merry Christmas and all that."

"Yeah, Merry fuckin' Christmas!"

Getting Ray out of the hall to talk was no easy task, especially as
everyone wanted to ask him questions about Miss Donna Williamson and the
antics she had been partaking in, but I managed to grab hold of him to get
my scheming friend into the corridor. "What?" Ray asked angrily as I pushed
him up against the wall. "I'm only dancing."

"You deliberately upset Donna," I spat. "And she doesn't deserve it." Sarah
hovered a few feet away, and I turned my head just enough to look at her
and tell her that I would meet her back at the disco.

"Just ... well don't lose your temper," she warned me as she left.

"You don't know what she deserves," Ray replied the moment Sarah had left
us and pushed himself free of my grip. "She's a bitch. And I hate her."

"And you hated Rosie when you split up. You don't think you aren't handling
the whole breakdowns a bit badly."

"And what would you know?" He asked agressively, and it was a fair point. I
had barely spoken to Paula since we had split and no-one else had split up
with me since.

"I know that upsetting someone deliberately is a cunty thing to do," I told
him and his eyes widened.

"No offence, but you've deliberately upset people over the years. And
you're Rhea's brother, and she is always doing it." He scratched his
eyebrow and then ran his hands through his hair. "Lucille's nice. I like
her and she's fun," he added in defence. "It's not just about making Donna
jealous." He could tell I didn't believe him, and he sniped back at me,
pointing out that he had been intimate with just four girls in his life and
he's been in a relationship with three of them at the time; it was a
statistic that I was hopelessly shy of.

"So what happened with Donna?" Ray swung his hips from side to side and
muttered something to me, before replying that it was private and between
him and his ex. "So that's why you just broadcast it to the entire
College?"

"Yeah, well. She's a bitch. She deserved it." The brightly coloured Lucille
put her head around the door. "There you are," she said with a bounce in
her voice. "You ready?"

"Ready?" I asked, and Lucille gave a coy smile at my friend who's smirk
could not hide what he was hoping to get from the evening.

"Ahh come on," Ray told me. "You know how it is."

Lucille adjusted her dress and held her hand out to catch Ray's
outstretched hand. "We got a little hotel for the night. It's near you,"
she told me.

"The Wellington?" I muttered, and Ray nodded.

"Earning now. It's great!" He gushed. I followed them out of the corridor
and put my arms around my girlfriend from behind as she watched Ray and
Lucille stride across the room.

"Where are they going?" She asked, and I snorted.

"The Welly," I muttered. "They have a room."

"But that's just for ..."

"Whores and punters," I finished for her. "I know. I'll get Zoe to have a
word with Ray. He listens to her sometimes."

Sarah snorted her scepticism, and she was right; there was no way Ray would
think that uncomplicated sex with a 21-year-old beauty would be anything
other than awesome, but as satisfying as Lucille was, I just couldn't help
but think there was something that wasn't quite right with her.

* * * * *

Sarah giggled as I felt her up; the music was still playing and we could
hear the sounds of the disco in full swing, but Sarah pushed the door to
the temporary classroom - built on the edge of the playground 25 years ago
and still standing.

"Andy, I love you!" Sarah whispered into my ear as she felt up my appendage
in my trousers. "And I've been thinking about you." She tripped as we
quietly entered the room, and she pulled out a condom. "I know I'm on the
pill," she whispered. "But I can't have cum leaking down mi' legs." I gave
a titter at her drunkenness and put the playful girl on the desk.

She looked at me, her beautiful, captivating smile captured in the
half-light of the room and I pushed her dress up. "No foreplay," Sarah told
me. "I dain't want to be here all night. Just a quickie."

"A quickie?" Sarah looked expectantly at me as I took the condom from the
packet and discarded the wrapper on the desk. Sarah licked her lips and
offered to "suck it on" but I was already rolling it down my shaft and I
pulled her ankles towards me, sliding her along the table.

She pushed her head back and waited as I leant over her and pushed my cock
along her slit; she was surprisingly wet but gently pushed against her. She
guided me a bit further down, and I felt the warm glove of her slick hole
envelop around my sensitive member.

She gave a drunken mew, and put her head back as I slowly pushed all the
way into her, causing her to pant in satisfaction. I began to rock back and
forth, our gentle screwing being drowned out by the distant sounds of
Britpop from the hall.

She looked at me with a grin; she was certainly enjoying the taboo of
having sex in one of her classrooms and I felt lust welling up inside of
me. I was thrusting in and out with strong, sharp motions, pulling on her
legs as I rammed my sheathed cock into her unguarded pussy.

Sarah was squealing and writhing as the tension built up in my testicles; I
closed my eyes as I pounded into her stronger and faster. I was nearing
the point of no return and couldn't hold on much longer. I simpered at my
wonderful girlfriend, and she gave a smile in return. "Love you," was all
she said and with a final thrust filled the well of the condom.

Sarah lay back panting on the cold, wooden desk. "Ahhh," she panted and
looked at me. I leant over to kiss her, and she bit her lip.

"Do you want me to ... you know?" Sarah shook her head. "But you didn't ..."

"A girl doesn't have to come every time," Sarah muttered and rubbed her
eyes. "I'm fine. I just needed a quickie." I pulled the condom from my
cock, full of my jism and Sarah passed me a tissue from her handbag. I
rolled the condom into the soft paper, and Sarah took it from me, throwing
it in the waste paper basket next to the teacher's desk.

"Shouldn't we throw that down the toilet?" I asked, and Sarah snorted.

"Cleaners'll be in tomorrow morning," she said airily as she jumped down
from the table and straightened her clothes. We kissed, and I pushed her up
against the thin wall, but after a quick embrace she released her grip and
mumbled about getting back to the disco.

What Sarah did do, was to sneak condoms to Jodie and Rosie - as well as
other people I didn't know - and point them towards the temporary
classroom. She had a glint in her eye that oozed naughtiness. "Come on," I
told her as we had one of the last dances. "You're sober enough to go
home."

"Oh Mister Williams," Sarah teased. "I was hoping you'd never say that."

"Well Miss Bailey," I replied. "I thought you'd never be sober enough for
me to be able to."

* * * * *

Sarah and I rarely missed the opportunity to be intimate - especially in
the first few months of our relationship - and such an example was to be
found the following morning.

Sarah was fast asleep when I woke on the Saturday morning, and I couldn't
resist sliding down the bed and kissing her on closed slit. I thought
briefly of leaving her alone - we had had sex at the disco, and when we got
home, but something about her lying there made me want to jump on her. She
didn't respond so I blew gently and then slid my hands up her closed legs,
slowly parting them.

Sarah stirred as I touched her body and she sank into the mattress, parting
her legs as I gently pushed on her thighs. She muttered in her sleep, and
I kissed the top of her thigh in the crease of her skin. She whimpered and
squirmed, but her eyes remained closed as my tongue touched the intimate
folds.

She didn't move, and I began to slide my tongue up and down her slightly
moist crack. She made a few nasal sounds of quiet contentment, and I rolled
her clitoris around my tongue before gently poking her hole. Sarah mewed
and cried gently, I knew she was not asleep, but she was not totally awake.
Either way, she was content and happy and allowed me to probe and
stimulate her nether regions.

I sucked gently on her pearl and she began to groan, crying out, and her
legs tensed and oscillated around my ears. She squealed, panting and rubbed
the top of my hair.

Sarah mewed and cried out as she had one of the quietest orgasms I had ever
heard from her. I looked up, and she smiled. "Isn't the first time I've
been woken up like that in this bedroom," she teased and I shrugged.

"And it won't be the last," I teased. "Good Morning," I said with a smile.

Sarah and I kissed, and she ran her tongue over her teeth. "Morning," she
cried and stretched. "I want breakfast in bed, served naked with an
orgasm," she demanded and I groaned, grabbing my dressing gown. She
objected, but I had no desire to subject my family to my naked body and
erect cock; especially not when they were having breakfast.

Only Rhea was around as I went downstairs and after being subjected to her
scurrilous teasing I returned to my room, complete with a tray of cereal,
tea and a wide grin.

Sarah giggled as I threw off my dressing gown and walked over to my bed. "I
better get something else too."

"Don't you want to eat first?"

Sarah scoffed and threw the bedclothes back and shook her head. "Hell no!"
She watched as I sat on the bead and moved my face to her crotch, sliding
my tongue up and down her slit. She took a gulp of tea as I did and made
herself comfortable on the bed, pushing her legs further apart.

I ran my hands up and down her naked body and nearly knocked her cup of tea
from her grasp. She giggled and I heard the tea get put down, and she
pulled the bedclothes over me. It got very warm and dark as she did, and I
didn't think she was cold, but I couldn't hear her making any sounds
whatsoever.

I pushed my fingers against her hole, and they slid in as my tongue rolled
around her button. I pushed my little finger against her bud and worked it
in to the first knuckle, making circles in her entrances as my tongue
sucked on her pearl.

My hands were getting tired, and I had no idea what Sarah was experiencing
given the removal of external stimuli. I felt her legs and pussy quiver
more than once, and she was gushing with her musky scent.

Sarah waited until my fingers were aching before stopping me, throwing back
the bed linen with an exhausted look in her eyes. She pulled me up by the
shoulders and kissed me as I pushed my cock into her.

She gasped and threw her head back. "OK?"

"Yeah," she panted. "Very, ahh that's good!" I made lazy thrusts into my
girlfriend, building up a slow rhythm. I felt an urge to go faster, but I
liked pushing all the way into the teenager underneath me, and taking it
slowly.

Sarah was panting and crying out, writhing and wriggling underneath me as
she came again. Her legs were wrapped around me, and her fingernails dug
into my back as she squealed into my pillow.

I could feel myself reaching the point of no return and closed my eyes;
Sarah nibbled on my earlobes and I felt my loins erupt a violent tenseness
that caused a wave of energy to cascade over me. I held on for as long as I
could manage before blaspheming loudly at the grinning face of my lover.

"Good?" She asked.

"Yeah," I panted. "Brilliant." She looked over at her breakfast and
giggled.

"I tried to eat it while I was being ... looked after, but it was too ..." I
laughed at her, and we got up to have a shower, which resulted in more
fondling.

I walked with Sarah to the station before getting a "baked slice" from a
bakers as I walked back; I had not actually had any breakfast at all, what
with Sarah's lustful antics. Zoe had turned up at the club a few minutes
after I arrived and she walked straight past me as I got the cleaning
products. "Zoe," I scowled but got no response. "Zoe, OK. I'm sorry. Are
you going to talk to me?" She pushed past me to the tables, and I grabbed
hold of her arm. "What do you want me to say?" I asked Zoe as she ignored
me again. "I'm ... sorry! I shouldn't have called you a strumpet."

"You know what I feel about that night. And it hurts when you say those
things."

"OK. I had some drink. You know what I am like when I get drinking."

"You should not have been drinking!" Zoe snapped and shook her head. "And
Andy ... what's this about Ray's girlfriend that you set him up with a porn
star?"

"Who said that?"

"Everybody," Zoe spat.

"Shit! I seriously wonder about some of the rumours at our College," I
murmured. "Porn star indeed! OK ... one, I did not set Ray up with Lucille
and two, she is not a porn star." I paused for a moment as Zoe digested the
ferocity of my response. "OK. We did a photo shoot with her with some
clothes on. And those of her friend as well but it's part of a fashion
project she's doing. And Ray took her upstairs to do her underwear and
other things. But that wasn't me and ..."

"Oh Andy," Zoe simpered - her voice dripping with disapproval. "Why do you
have to be immoral in everything you do?"

"Well perhaps you could have a word with Ray. You know he took Lucille off
to the Welly for the night."

Zoe sighed. "This is all your fault you know. All this sex in the school."

"My fault! Hang on, I had sex for the first time in the Summer, which I
think is after Ray and certainly after Sarah. Possibly Rosie and Ingrid.
And Jez. And this is my fault. The rampant tide of debauchery sweeping our
school is my fault as I held out." Zoe glared at me, and I snorted. "OK
Paula held out, but the point remains. Just accept we are all growing up,
and I am telling you because Ray listens to you. More than he listens to
me."

"He doesn't," Zoe snorted and stopped to retie her blonde hair into a
bobble that had worked its way loose. "Not since he started going out with
Donna. He's gone all crazy since the Summer and I am just so worried about
y'all. That Lucille, she didn't look like she was good news at all for him
and it is just a rebound relationship from Donna. And they never last
long."

"I don't think it's a rebound thing," I told her firmly. "Well not totally.
You should have seen him on the shoot, he really liked her."

"Well I blame you for getting him involved in all the pornography," she
said firmly. "That's you. And don't argue, I've seen the pictures."

"These weren't," I promised her. "It's a fashion project." I came up to Zoe
and grinned at her, putting my hands on her waist. "But I would love to
photograph you," I teased. "You'd look so beautiful."

Zoe gave a predictable shriek and pushed me away. "You are never seeing me
naked," she thundered and returned to her cleaning. "And you are still not
forgiven after saying those things."

"Ahhh ... still love you though," I called after her.

"What would Sarah say?" Zoe teased in return.

"She'd tell me to fuck you," I said instantly. "She wants a threesome," I
said too candidly but Zoe just scowled and thought that I was teasing her.

"Don't joke about cheating," she told me with a snarl. "It's not a nice
subject."

"I wasn't," I replied.

"Sarah does not want a threesome. You two might be lacking morals but
neither of you are that bad!"

How little Zoe knew.

* * * * *

Zoe's attitude towards nudity and sex was certainly starting to amuse me
more than normal; there was no reason for her to be so reticent and shy
towards us growing up and Sarah, and I talked about it on the 'phone that
Saturday night; this soon descended into Sarah coming up with a five point
plan to get Zoe "teenagered" and I was ordered to help put it into
practice.

"Zoe has to be University-ready in eighteen months time," Sarah explained
to me and had this as her goal. I had no idea exactly what Sarah was
planning - and she wouldn't divulge it, but Sarah was keen to start the
following day - Sunday - when Zoe and I were cleaning the club and Sarah
was at my flat by 11am the following morning.

Zoe and I often started post-church service at around lunchtime and Sarah
woke me up with a wonderfully deep loving blowjob that had me gripping the
edge of my bed, before I was given a moist slit to work my magic on.

I came once, and Sarah came at least three times (there is no fairness in
the world) until the clock gave her no more time for another one. We were a
sweaty mess and had to have a shower each before going downstairs.

By the time we were outside the club, we saw Zoe walk across Exchange Close
holding a bag. "Might go swimming," Zoe told Sarah when she asked.

"We are going bowling," Sarah announced, which was news to me. "Come join
us!" Zoe hummed for a moment and Sarah sneezed before recovering to tell
her that she had vouchers to make it cheap.

It was warm, but not hot in the club, but Sarah made a considerable fuss
and moaned as she went in; Zoe told her that she probably shouldn't be
there, but Sarah sat down at the bar as I turned on the lights and put her
jacket down.

"I'll be fine," she told her. "In fact, I'll help, get to go bowling
quicker. But I can't work in this heat with all my clothes on." I groaned
inside. "That'll be OK, won't it Andy?"

"There's no-one else here," I told her and she raised her eyebrows asking
me to play along with it.

"So perhaps you should strip down as well."

"I'm not stripping down," Zoe snapped and came into the room. "It's not hot
at all." Sarah was already half-naked before I had shut the door to the
outside world and draped her clothes over the bar, standing in just her
best underwear set - a matching pair from the Lake District. "Sarah!"

"It's fine," Sarah told her and helped me remove all my clothes except for
my boxer shorts, and then reapplied my shoes.

"We'll I'm not. I can't," Zoe mumbled. She took her coat off and then
straightened her T-Shirt.

"I'll do upstairs," I offered, and Sarah shook her head at me; I think she
wanted me to be prancing around Zoe, but Zoe had already seen me naked
before and I think Sarah was being unfair. If this was Stage 1 of her plan
to get Zoe to be "University-ready" then I didn't want to be involved in
Stage 2; her friend was uncomfortable with us being attired as we were and
Sarah was going out of her way to make her feel unsettled.

Zoe was conservative, we had always known that, and if she was
uncomfortable with sex and nudity then it was her choice not ours to make.
I felt as though Sarah was looking to change her friend against her will,
and it was not right; were we any different to Zoe in trying to impose our
will on other people? I would talk to my girlfriend later.

Instead, I took an array of cleaning products and started on the four VIP
areas. I found a dozen stains that looked like male bodily fluids, a few
used condoms in the bins and four pairs of knickers, not to mention over
twenty pounds in cash, which I took down to the office and walked into the
main bar area from the foyer.

Zoe - now dressed in just her T-Shirt and knickers - gasped and instantly
covered herself up; Sarah was nowhere to be seen but called out to me from
the toilets.

"Like the knickers," I told her with a smile. It was a plain but brightly
coloured red item that was racier than anything I had ever seen her in.
"It's OK. I'll go do the office."

Soft hands touched my rear as I bent over the office table to reach an item
and she pushed down on me. "Hello sexy," she cried. "If only I had a ...
well from the Misty Beethoven."

"Err ... no thank you," I told her, but she had that glint in her eye. She
was uncontrollable and wild when she wanted to be and pushed on my back so
that I was pushed against the cold desk before using her other hand to
swipe my boxer shorts down and expose my arse to the room. "Do you mind?"

"No, I don't," Sarah told me and smacked it hard across the cheeks. I cried
out in unexpected pain, and she rubbed her hand over it softly. "Stay
there," she moaned as I went to get up. The initial pain wasn't strong, but
it was more of the shock than anything else.

I clenched my buttocks. "What are you doing?" I asked, and Sarah giggled.

"Just playin'"

I felt the second hit far stronger than the first and cried out louder than
before. "Fuckin' hell, that hurt," I shouted and Sarah smirked at me,
holding a plastic ruler. "Sarah, what are you doing?" I asked, but already
knew the answer. Sure, the Story of O was a dark film about bondage,
masochism and sadism, but everyone into that culture must surely start
somewhere; Sarah was playfully experimenting with domination, and I was
being her partner whether I wanted to or not. "It's not nice."

"It's not meant to be," Sarah told me and pushed on my back again, but I
resisted and turned around; it was strangely erotic and while being thrown
over my mother's desk in a strip club while my girlfriend hit me with a 12
inch plastic ruler, should not appear to be an amazingly sexy experience,
in a strange way it was.

Sarah grinned as I turned around, rubbing my red arse and sitting on the
desk. "Sarah! Andy!" Zoe's voice cried, and we turned to the doorway. I
scrambled to my feet and then instantly Zoe gasped again. "That's ..." I
looked down to see my erect cock pointing directly at my friend and
apologised, pulling my boxer shorts back up.

"It's fun," Sarah laughed and held out the ruler. "Try it. I so ..."

"Sarah!" I moaned. "I'm not being hit by all my friends." I think I
probably blushed as Zoe stared at us open-mouthed.

"It's perverted."

"It isn't," my girlfriend told her. "You should try it."

"I'm not. And I didn't think ... you two are ... you're sick!" Zoe had a 
tear
in her eyes, and we moved towards her but she pushed us away and stepped
backwards. "Why ... just ..." She was spluttering and I grabbed her hand.

We sat her down in the office on one side of the desk. "We're not really
into all that," Sarah confessed. "Well not in the way you think." She
licked her lips and smiled at Zoe. "I saw it on that film, and it looked
different and exciting. And I came into the room and saw Andy leaning over
the desk and couldn't resist. It's fun and empowering, but I don't beat
Andy up every day or ..."

"She doesn't," I told my friend, and we spent twenty minutes telling her
that while were extremely sexual, and a bit kinky, we were not totally
deviant. She didn't really believe us, but we apologised for her seeing it
and finished cleaning the club before leaving for the bowling alley.

I could tell Zoe honestly didn't want to be in our company for much longer,
but we persuaded her to come, and we both held her hands as we walked.
"You are our best friend," my girlfriend said with a grin. "We both need
you and ..."

"We know we're immoral," I finished for her. "And we wouldn't let you see
that on purpose. Sarah was just mucking about and you've seen me naked
before."

"That's true," Sarah interjected with a giggly snort. "To be fair, you, me,
Abi, Scarlet ... well most of Aylesbury have seen you without your kit on."

Zoe gave a wry smile as we entered the bowling alley and I slipped Sarah a
twenty pound note to pay for the games while I bought us a drink each. Zoe
asked to pay for something, but we wouldn't let her, and both Sarah and I
wiped the floor with her on the first game.

She seemed to have forgotten about the messing around she had witnessed and
started moaning to me about Rhea; she had been caught by Zoe kissing Simon
in an "overenthusiastic" manner. Sarah had to put her hand to her mouth to
stop herself from laughing out loud.

At the end of the second game, Sarah disappeared for a few moments and
returned with a young man whom she introduced as "Howard."

"Howard's on the guy's football squad," Sarah told us. "I just saw him and
thought I'd introduce him." I narrowed my eyes at her, but Sarah had a
mischievous expression that oozed as if she was up to something. "He lives
about ten minutes walk from you Zoe. And he goes to Church. And he ..."

"Sarah," Zoe cried. "What are you doing?"

"Well Andy and I have to go now," she told us, which I knew nothing about,
and there is still a game left. Just enough time for you two to get to know
each other and ..."

"Sarah! Is this a blind date?"

Sarah huffed. "Would I do a thing like that?"

"Yes," Zoe and I replied in unison and Sarah crossed her arms as Howard
shifted nervously.

"OK. I admit it. But Howard's nice and you'll like him. And ... OK, we 
better
go," Sarah finished as Zoe's frown turned more hostile.

"Did you have anything to do with this?"

"No!" I told her as Sarah grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the
reception desk. We watched from a slight distance as we changed our shoes,
and Zoe entered in Howard's name on the computer before bowling again.
"What was all that about?" I asked.

"If she wants to be Uni-ready then she needs to be happy with people taking
her on dates," Sarah replied as we left the bowling alley. "And this is
the first step." I rolled my eyes at her and Sarah gestured with her arms.
"OK. She has to be comfortable with dating - so that's new people on a
one-to-one basis. Then it's nudity and sex."

"I think Story of O finished her off," I teased. "Not to mention our take
on it."

Sarah snorted. "I want her to be going to the strip club before she leaves
for Uni and be watching pornos." I shook my head, and Sarah squeezed my
hand. "I want you to tell her about the Coke and I am going to talk to her
'bout pot. Confess to her to what you did, when the time is right, and show
her that drug use doesn't have to lead to degenerative debauchery and
going off the rails and ..." Sarah waved her arms around.

"You know what she thinks of us. If she finds out I did take Class A's I'd
be in so much trouble with her."

"It's not Zoe that's the problem," Sarah teased. "It's Rhea! And anyway,
whatever Uni she goes to is going to be surrounded by drugs." I groaned.
"Look, we need to so something," my misguided friend told me and then
pursed her lips. "And you thought setting Jodie and Jez up was a bad idea,
and look what happened."

"Yes, she's screwing everybody and Jez doesn't know all of what she gets up
to," I firmly told her. "And anyway ..."

"Jez does know actually," Sarah whispered with a smirk. "They are dirty
little ... well anyway, you're missing the point. Our friend will be 
rocking
up Uni in eighteen months time, and she is going to struggle unless we help
her now. So it's drugs, sex, dating and alcohol."

"Alcohol?"

"Yeah," Sarah told me as we crossed the road to the station. "Alcohol. She
doesn't really drink. Lightweight. And the time she did she lost all her
inhibitions. It's needs to happen more regularly."

Sarah could sense my disapproval and gave me a sneer as I tried to
disagree. "I don't think Zoe will thank us," I told her, but Sarah was
being as awkward and as underhand as Rhea.

"She will," Sarah told me as she boarded the waiting train. "She totally
will. But not until she's at Uni."

"You know, sometimes I really worry about you."

Sarah giggled and held her arms out, and we kissed. "Don't," she whispered
into my ear. "It'll be fun. It can be our project. Operation ... Operation
Liberation?"

"Operation Debauchery more like? Or Operation Immorality?"

"Fine, Operation Debauchery then."

"Well as long as it doesn't involve Zoe hating us. And we are not giving
her a live sex show."

"No," Sarah told me as the compressors on the train warmed up. "Not us.
Maybe Abi though. Or ..."

"Sarah! Behave!" I barked. "Do you want me to walk you back?"

Sarah shook her head. "It's not remotely dark," she told me and pointed
towards the afternoon sky. "Go home and ring Zoe. I know you want to." I
looked at her, and we kissed, before stepping back as the doors closed and
waving goodbye to young Sarah.

Sarah certainly gave me plenty to think about as I walked home. Both Sarah
and I trusted Zoe and treated her as a close friend. She was my confidante
since Paula had left, but one that I had to censor what I told, which on
reflection made her less of confidante. That didn't stop how I thought of
her - a same-age, calm sister that I didn't have who was there to help me
when I needed it.

For Sarah, Zoe represented something else. They were friends - very good
friends - but on the face of it had very different personalities. For
Sarah, Zoe moderated her more extreme elements, and for Zoe, Sarah pushed
her boundaries.

In summary, Zoe was important to both of us, and I was somewhat concerned
that our little exercise in making Zoe "University-ready" would backfire
and hurt all three of us.

I stopped and rang Zoe when I got outside the flat on my mobile phone, and
she answered immediately. "Don't you ever do that to me again," Zoe
thundered the moment she answered the phone. "That Howard is so ... is so
slimy."

"Why?" I asked instantly, and I heard Zoe puff.

"He kept telling me that my 'hair was nice' or that I 'looked lovely.' And
I hardly knew him. It was ... ugggghhh!"

"Whoa!" I muttered and then spent the next five minutes calming her down
and reminding her that it was Sarah's doing before signing off and wishing
her well.

Suddenly, I could see Sarah's idea much clearer; Zoe was annoyed because
someone complimented her on her appearance. I heard Mum's laughter as I
came up the stairs and opened the door to the lounge to see an unfamiliar
man - easily in his thirties - with thick set hair and a bright red shirt
leaning back on the couch.

"Hi," I muttered and the man fidgeted, looking at Mum.

"Oh hiya babe, this is Ken, Ken you know Andy, right?"

I scowled and looked at him. "Sorry?"

"This is Ken Russell ... Rhea's English teacher."

"Oh ... what's she done?"

Mum sighed and picked up her glass of wine. "We are going out for the
evening," she told me and held out her arms to show me her outfit; she had
dressed up, but I hadn't noticed and didn't want to voice this. "There's a
pizza and chips in the freezer for you and Rhea."

"Right," I muttered.

She watched as I walked into the dining room and I heard her talking to
Ken. "So go on."

"Rhea just stood up and told poor Dr Saloh that religion was 'just a
massive game of men dressing up in frocks, abusing little kids, rape,
bestiality and playing 2,000 years of Simon Says.' I've never seen him so
shocked in all my life."

"She's so difficult," Mum moaned, and I heard the door slam shut as I
poured myself a glass of water. I counted to ten; Rhea running up the
stairs and seeing her English teacher in the room with Mum would not go
down well, but I was not going to miss it for anything, and walked into the
lounge to watch!

"Mum, can I borrow ..." She stopped as she reached the top of the stairs 
and
looked into the lounge. "What's going on?"

"Nothing," Mum muttered and put her wine down on the table. "Nothing, just
...."

"What's he said?" Rhea asked, and Mum hesitated. "I did that alternative
ending to that Shakespeare play as I was asked to and he didn't say what we
could and couldn't do and ..." Mum put her hand up to silence the annoyed
tone of my sister.

Ken nodded. "Yes you did, I very much enjoyed the dragon chase scene
although I am not quite sure if it's the end to Romeo and Juliet that
Shakespeare would have wanted, but it's different and I enjoyed it."

"So what are you here for then?"

Ken gulped, and Mum got up. "We are going out for the night," she told
Rhea, and Rhea's eyes fizzed.

"You what? God sake, you are like thirty years older than him."

Mum gasped and glared at her daughter. "Six actually."

"And ... ehhh ... my English teacher and my Mum. Oh my God!" Rhea squealed
dramatically and screwed up her face. "I can't believe my English teacher
is fucking my Mum. That's ..."

"Rhea!" Mum snapped and dragged my sister away from her blushing teacher.
"That's enough."

"No Mum, that's way too much. Why are you doing this to me?" Mum shook her
head and picked up her coat.

"Your dinner is in the freezer," she told her, and they left to go out on a
Sunday night with Rhea telling the poor man that she definitely hated him
and he was in so much trouble.

"Looking forward to it," he told her with a smile as he left.

"Remember, I know where you live," Rhea said with a degree of finality.
"And I can hear everything. If I hear my English teacher banging headboards
I'll get violent." I don't think Mr Russell doubted it for a moment.

"Hey, it's just a date," I told her, but Rhea crossed her arms and just
said she had an appointment on her computer and went upstairs leaving me
alone all evening. She clearly needed time to think it over!

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