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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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