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Subject: "Grown-up Girls" Chapter 14
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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Chapter 14:- Another Busy Day
"Judy's coming by this way, so she said she'll drop by in half an
hour." Grandma Trudy looked excited at the prospect of Suzanne having
her very own private tutor. Strangely, in this amazing summer, the sun
wasn't shining; there was even a hint of rain in the air. The girls,
nonplussed, seemed to have forgotten that the sun didn't shine all the
time.
"We can't go out in this weather, Mummy", Pansy complained, as if the
weather was all my fault.
"Of course you can, darling. It's not winter all of a sudden. It's
still warm enough to go outside. Go for a walk or something."
"We can't", Victoria moaned. "Davie isn't here."
"You don't need Davie to go for a walk. You know your way around by
now."
Davie hadn't appeared that morning. Clarrie had served breakfast,
looking fresh and rested. To my relief, she wasn't wearing her maid's
uniform this morning. I don't think I could have stood another
performance like last night's. Even in her skirt and shirt, Clarrie
seemed to ooze sex. I watched her coming and going, telling myself
that she had been screwing young Davie all night long, that she had
been out of bed collecting the eggs before six o'clock, and probably
back for another session with Davie before breakfast.
Eventually, with a chorus of complaint, the girls and Daniel made
themselves ready to go out.
"It's hardly worth it now, Suze", said Tanya. "Miss Thresher's going
to be here in half an hour, and I'd like her to meet you. Okay, then,
off you go, sweetheart, but be back here by ten thirty."
"All right, I've got my watch", said Victoria, efficiently. "We'll be
back."
And off they went.
>From his bedroom window, Davie watched the kids as they set off across
the fields, laughing and skipping. Despite his gruelling experience of
the night, he felt himself becoming aroused yet again, and shook his
head in disbelief at his own prowess.
**********
Judy Thresher didn't look like a schoolteacher. At least, not like my
image of a schoolteacher. "Call me Judy", she said, as soon as we met.
She was about forty-five, I suppose, a bit older than Mum. But she
looked younger, with long, silky, dark red hair swinging around her
shoulders. Her figure was slim and curvy - by normal standards, that
is - although any of the women around here made her look flat-chested.
She made a little joke about it as she met Tanya and me. Grandma Trudy
explained roughly what we wanted.
"I could certainly handle the work, and Trudy, as you say, the money
would be handy. But what about Suzanne? She's the one that matters
here. You say she's not happy and she'd being teased at school. Do you
know why?"
Tanya looked at me and we both laughed nervously. "See if you can
guess when you see her. She's due back any minute now."
Judy looked at us, glancing down at our breasts. "How old did you say
Suzanne was?"
"She's eight."
Judy started to say something, then thought better of it.
"We'd hoped to find her a tutor for a couple of years, and when she's
ten, to see if we can get her into a boarding school."
She nodded. "Did you have anywhere in mind?"
"We'd thought of St Catherine's High School for Girls, do you know
it?"
"St Cat's?" Judy laughed. "Oh yes! I know it. In fact, I applied for a
post there, but they've just had a fire and they don't seem to have
sorted themselves out yet. A bit ... eccentric ... you could call
them, but an excellent academic record. Always have been excellent,
right up there at the top of the results league."
"So you'd recommend it, then? We've got some cousins who went there.
Twins. They've done well, despite some difficulties at the end."
"Difficulties?"
"Yes, they both got pregnant! But they still got A's, and they're off
to University as soon as the babies have been weaned, maybe next
year."
"Hmm. Strange about them getting pregnant. Quite a few of the girls
did, all at the same time. I said they were a bit of an eccentric
school! One or two other oddities about the place, too, although
perhaps Suzanne will fit in perfectly. We'll see!"
"Yes, we'll see", said Tanya. "Here they come now."
The kids came straggling in through the patio doors. As usual, Pansy
took the lead. "Mummy, Suzanne didn't fall in, today." She sounded
genuinely disappointed.
"I'm glad about that, Suze", said Tanya, "this is Miss Thresher, I'd
like you to meet her."
"Hello, Suzanne", said Judy, gazing at her in amazement.
"Hello, Miss. Are you a teacher?"
"You can tell, can't you!" Judy laughed. "Yes, I'm a teacher all
right. Of a sort, at least."
"I wish I had a teacher like you", said Victoria, to my surprise.
"So do I", said Pansy.
"Here, it was me she wanted to meet, not you lot", Suzanne complained,
feeling left out.
"It's a pleasure to meet you all, girls!" said Judy. "In fact, I'd be
delighted to meet you again. All of you!"
"Can we go and change our T-shirts, Mum?" said Victoria, hopping up
and down. I think she wanted to go to the toilet more than anything.
"Come straight back then, and see Miss Thresher before she has to go."
And off they went.
Tanya looked at me. "I suppose you're not thinking what I'm thinking?"
"As usual, yes!"
Grandma Trudy was there ahead of us. "Is this telepathy, you two?
You're thinking about Victoria and Pansy coming here as well, aren't
you?"
We both nodded. I felt somehow close to tears at the thought. Victoria
and Pansy away in Herefordshire for two years? And Suzanne, too. Yet
it would be an ideal grounding for the girls before they went to St
Cat's. Tanya and I were both convinced that the girls would go to
Cat's, but the idea of them coming here to share a tutor was
breathtaking. Talk about killing three birds with one stone!
"It's a great idea", said Judy, "provided the girls are happy with it.
Three's a small enough class, after all, even if they are different
ages."
Grandma Trudy beamed in delight. "I'm sure it will work. Even if we
have to make arrangements to transport girls or mothers around the
countryside every couple of weeks, we can make it work."
"Let's ask the ones who really matter, shall we?", said Tanya, a
little shakily. She wiped her eyes with her hanky. So did I.
**********
"There'll be a few things we need to work out", I said to Grandma
Trudy.
"I know, honey, and we won't rush into this until everything is
properly sorted out. I think I know what you're going to say. Let me
guess! How about ... Davie?"
"Got it in one", Tanya laughed. "I suppose I shouldn't laugh, it could
be deadly serious, but I can't help it whenever I think of Davie being
a horny little stud who's out to ravish our daughters. Poor little
wimp, he is, I reckon Clarrie is wearing him out."
"You're right, honey. He'll need watching if the girls are going to be
here all the time. And we know, if Clarrie's his type of girl, young
Davie likes his women with big ones! And your three certainly have big
ones!"
"What about Sir Roger, Gran?" I asked.
"That's different. I think Sir Roger is going to have to do as he's
told for a change! Seriously, when he comes back and finds your kids
in residence, it will be too late to do anything about it. But I
think, knowing my Roger, that he will be the proudest great granddaddy
of them all. Especially when he sets eyes on those three little
beauties. Don't get me wrong. He screws Clarrie, sure - and he does it
rather well, unless my ears deceive me - but it would never occur to
him to try anything with your girls. Trust me on this one."
"Do you think we're doing the right thing, Tan?" I said.
"I think so, they'll get better schooling in two years with Judy than
they would if they stayed where they are now until they were
twenty-five!"
"Right. I just wanted to hear you say it. Perhaps we ought to speak
with St Cat's before we go any further. It would be terrible if the
girls set their hearts on going there and then found they couldn't get
in."
"Feel free to use the phone", said Grandma Trudy. "And after that,
we're off to the spare room. We have an appointment with some old
clothes."
**********
We certainly did. Within five minutes of opening the first box, we had
Grandma Trudy's mother-in-law's clothes spread all over the floor.
"I certainly see what you mean", I said. "She was gigantic, wasn't
she!" We all nearly collapsed laughing as Tanya struggled her way into
an evening dress. It was a bit loose around the waist and hips, but
almost a perfect fit around the top.
"There you are, then, Sis, the old girl had a ninety-inch bust all
right. And not all that much bigger than me down below, either."
We rummaged some more. "Here's a bra!" I shouted, holding it up. It
was a vast thing, with cups bigger than buckets and about twenty hooks
at the back.
Tanya whooped for joy. "Here, help me into it!" she cried, climbing
out of the dress and holding out her arms. We got her all tucked up
inside the thing.
"How's it feel?" I asked her.
"Great! It's a bit stiff, the material. And the shoulder straps need
adjusting, but it doesn't half support my knockers! It ought to, of
course, it weighs a ton and a half."
"Well, so do your knockers, Tanya dear."
We played for an hour, the three of us, like schoolkids. When we came
downstairs, we proudly carried a selection of trophies with us. Tanya
had her enormous bra. I had found a lovely silk blouse, not too big
for me, and Grandma Trudy carried a portrait painting of her
mother-in-law which showed her in all her considerable glory.
"Roger's tried to describe this painting to me so often. What a slice
of luck finding it in the bottom of that last box. Well, it's having
pride of place in the sitting room, over the mantelpiece. I'll hang it
there tonight!"
At last, we all relaxed, ready for our tea.
"I don't know what Mum's going to think when she gets back", I said,
"an awful lot seems to have happened, especially today."
**********
Again, we didn't see everything that happened. While the three of us
were trying on Great Grandmother Pym's finery, who should be passing
the door of the spare room but Davie. He got an eyeful of Tanya, naked
apart from her pants, while Grandma Trudy and I heaved and strained at
the laces of a pretty serious-looking corset, seeing how small we
could get Tanya's waist. I can't tell you how well we succeeded, she
asked me not to reveal it!
Davie is into corsets, we now know. How long he watched is anyone's
guess. But eventually he slunk away to his room, where he was
interrupted ten minutes later by Clarrie.
"I've been looking for you, you randy little sod, and you've been in
here, wanking yourself to a frazzle. Come on, get your hand out of the
way and let a girl have a seat!"
No peace for the wicked, Davie found, yet again.
**********
"What do you think of the idea, 'Toria?" said Suzanne.
"It's great. I can't believe Mummy's letting us do it. Just think, two
years without going to school!"
Pansy wasn't so sure. "We'll miss Mummy a little bit, though, won't
we?"
"Course we will. But just think." Suzanne's voice became dreamy. "No
school, no nasty, rotten kids teasing and shouting after us down the
street and on the bus. And ...!"
"And ...?" said Victoria.
"And Davie. Every day!"
Pansy bit her lip and blushed. "Oh, Zanne! Are you thinking what I
think you're thinking?"
"I don't know", said Suzanne simply. "How do I know what you think I'm
thinking?"
"You're thinking about sucking his thingie again, aren't you? And
sitting on his face!" whispered Pansy, crimson faced with shame.
"I might be", said Suzanne. "It felt nicer than I thought it would.
Not sucking his willie. That was just tasty, like food. No, sitting on
his face felt nice. In fact, it felt quite funny. But a nice funny, if
you know what I mean."
"I think *I* know what you mean", said Victoria. "You mean it felt
like *that*!"
"Like what?" Pansy wanted to know.
"You mean, like when you touch yourself down there?" Suzanne asked,
her eyes bright.
"Yes!" said Victoria, quietly.
"Down *where*?" Pansy almost shouted.
"Don't tell her, Suze!" Victoria said. "She's not old enough to know
that sort of thing."
"But I'm three months older than her!" Pansy wailed.
"You know what I mean" growled Victoria with menace.
Suzanne knew what Victoria meant.
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