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Subject: "Grown-up Girls" Chapter 10
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GROWN-UP GIRLS
Chapter 10:- Kippers In The Dark
Suzanne waited until Pansy stopped chattering. Then she deliberately
made herself wait five more minutes, counting the seconds under her
breath. Her cousin was breathing deeply now. Suzanne got up and crept
to the door, watching Pansy's bed. There was no movement. She slipped
out.
There were some grapes downstairs, in a bowl in the sitting room. The
whole house was creaking as Suzanne slunk down the stairs. It was a
good thing the place wasn't haunted, or she would have been dead
scared. A fox was yapping in the distance, and a dog barked a warning
in reply. Then, much closer, an owl hooted. Suzanne stopped, frozen to
the spot, her heart thumping. She placed her hand on her chest,
somewhere beneath her left boobie. Was that a ghost? Ghosts always
went 'whoooo' like that. Didn't they? She thought of scuttling back up
the stairs to the bedroom again, but if the ghost was outside it might
come in and follow her up the stairs. She froze, summoning up her
courage, and the moon came out, shining through the glass of the front
door.
At least, with the moonlight, she could move again. She reached the
bottom of the stairs and went through into the sitting room. The moon
was gleaming through the lace curtains. Quick, there was the fruit
bowl, where she had seen it earlier. She grabbed at the bunch of
grapes, and shot back to the hallway. Then up the stairs, and straight
on up to the next floor, the servants' quarters, as they called it.
Why quarters? Suzanne didn't know. Funny word.
This was Davie's room, the one with the door open a little way. She
put her head round it. Empty? Must have gone to the loo, she thought,
and went in. I'll wait for him here. Really ill people always like
grapes. Even in the middle of the night. Here he comes, now.
Footsteps were coming along the landing. And low voices, whispering.
Davie can't be talking to himself! Two of them? Something made Suzanne
realise it might be better if she wasn't discovered standing here.
Hide! Where? There was a wardrobe. It was a tight fit for her, but she
pulled the door closed as far as it would go. It touched the tips of
her breasts and squashed her erect nipples as she buried herself in
the shirts and sweaters hanging there. Davie's things. The thought
excited her.
Two shadowy figures crept into the room. Davie was one, the other one
wore a nightie, it was a girl. No, it was bigger than that. His
mother? Maisie? Then she recognised Clarrie's voice. So, Clarrie had
come to visit him as well. I hope she hasn't brought grapes. Even
really ill people can have too many grapes.
But Clarrie hadn't brought grapes.
Suzanne watched in the dim moonlight as Davie climbed on to his bed,
and Clarrie climbed carefully on top of him! Were they having a fight?
In slow-motion? Strange, they seemed friendly enough. Clarrie was
sitting on top of Davie, pinning him to the bed, bouncing up and down.
I bet that hurts, thought Suzanne, especially when you're really ill.
Whatever they were doing was obviously hard work. Clarrie was starting
to moan and groan, and Davie kept making grumbling noises, hardly
surprising with that great big woman leaping around, sitting on his
tummy. And she thought she could see a bit of sweat on Clarrie's face
in the moonlight. Golly, if it was such hard work as that, why didn't
they stop?
Clarrie showed no signs of stopping. If anything, she was working
harder. She began to yelp at regular intervals, one yelp to each
bounce, until she hovered above poor Davie, before plunging down with
a scream which echoed round the room. In fact, the whole house must
have heard that one. Certainly, the whole house shook. Clarrie was no
lightweight.
Davie was in a position to agree. "Shhhhhh, for fuck's sake!" he
hissed. Clarrie only moaned in reply, then bent over and poured soft
wet kisses on Davie's face.
At least, she's sorry, thought Suzanne. But it's a bit late now. The
young girl was half crouched in the wardrobe, and it was getting a bit
cramped in there. Cautiously, she tried to stand up straight. Her head
bumped into the rail crowded with coathangers. They jangled musically,
and she grabbed at them.
"Fuck was that?" said Davie.
"Nothing, lie still, boy."
"It was the wardrobe", he said. "There's somebody in the *wardrobe*!"
"How could anyone get in that little thing?" Clarrie asked scornfully.
"You hearing ghosts, now? Bad as those young kids down there, you are,
hearing ghosts all night." She kissed his face again. It sounded like
a big wet one. "Oooh, yes! Dav-eee!" murmured Clarrie.
Oh, no, thought Suzanne. There they go again. Why does he let her do
it? Davie, as a matter of fact, was beginning to wonder very much the
same thing. Half an hour later, when Clarrie had stopped bucking and
lay panting on his chest, he spoke in a pained voice.
"Christ, Clarrie, you've really crushed my balls, honest. I bet
they're bleeding, get off, and let's have a look!"
His lover only giggled, and humped violently a couple of times, making
Davie grunt and whinny in pain.
Suzanne, indignant, was seriously considering leaping out and dragging
Clarrie off him by force.
"Clarrie, darling", wheedled Davie. "Can't we try it the other way for
a change?"
"The other way? Corrr, you adventurous little bugger! I never thought
you had it in you. Which way do you fancy, then?" She ran through her
catalogue. "Doggie? Missionary?"
What was the girl talking about, Davie wondered. Dogs and
missionaries. All he wanted was for Clarrie to do it to him the other
way. Bloody hell, if little Victoria knew about it, you'd think big
Clarrie would.
"Oh, please, Clarrie, do it the other way ..."
"All right then, just this once. And I wouldn't do it for anyone else,
mind!" She rolled off him and lay on her back, her legs apart,
thrusting upward with her hips in an experimental manner. "Come on
then, lover! FUCK me!"
"What? How can we do it if you're lying down there?" He shook her arm
and her big breasts wobbled like half deflated beachballs full of
goats milk. "Do it, we're wasting time!"
"You don't know *what* you want, do you?" she complained. "Well, you
want it another way, you shall have it. Get up and kneel facing this
way ..."
Meanwhile, in the wardrobe, Suzanne was engrossed. At last, she knew
what the couple were trying to do. She had heard a word she recognised
from school. Most people only whispered it, but these two spoke it in
normal voices. Anyway, they were going to FUCK. At least, it would
make a change from whatever they'd been trying to do before.
She watched the complex preparations, as Davie followed Clarrie's
detailed instructions. Somehow, he ended up with Clarrie's powerful
legs clasped around his waist. After several minutes, there were
theatrical sighs and a fresh burst of instructions, and Clarrie
kneeled facing away from Davie, her boobies dangling down to rest on
the mattress. More humping and grunting, more instructions, then
Clarrie was flat on her back with Davie on top of her. But the
teenager was a good strong girl, and she ended up in her favourite
position, and made Davie pay for his rashness by squashing his nuts
once and for all.
"There. That's squashed the fuckers for you. You've got five minutes
to recover. I'm going for a piss!" and Clarrie climbed off Davie's
useless corpse and hurried out of the bedroom.
Suzanne cautiously pushed open the wardrobe door. Time to get out of
here, she thought. She tiptoed stiffly to the bed, where Davie was
already snoring softly, placed the grapes beside him on the sheet, and
crept out. I'll really have something to tell Pansy and Victoria in
the morning, she thought.
Suzanne's little head, brimming with new-found knowledge, had no
sooner touched her pillow than a blood-curdling scream rang out.
Lights came on all over the house, and thunderous footsteps could be
heard in the servants' quarters, scurrying from Davie's room to
Clarrie's. Then an uneasy silence reigned once more.
Davie, meanwhile, had at last summoned up the courage to get up off
his back and identify the wet, soggy mess on the sheets beneath his
body.
"Grapes? How the bleeding fuck did a bunch of grapes get in my bed? I
don't even *like* sodding grapes!"
**********
Suzanne was bursting to tell her cousins, but the chance wouldn't
come. She wanted to tell them both, and both together. But when Pansy
was available, there was no sign of Victoria. And when she ran
Victoria to earth after breakfast, she couldn't find Pansy. Why was
it, she thought, when you had something as important as this to tell,
you had no-one to tell it to.
Clarrie had served the breakfast. She looked very fit and well, no
black eyes or visible damage. Davie, though, had clearly come off
second best. Suzanne saw him in the kitchen, looking pale and tired.
He was obviously really ill. I wonder if he enjoyed his grapes, she
thought, but thought she'd better not ask him, not in front of his
mother.
It was nearly teatime before the three young girls were finally all
together in the same place at the same time. They sat at the table on
the terrace eyeing an enormous cream cake, which Nana Trudy had made
all by herself. Four days of heavy eating had left the girls feeling
distinctly full, but they had no intention of passing up a cake like
that one.
Meanwhile, the three of them were alone at last. Suzanne drew the
other two closer to her.
"Guess what!"
"What?"
"Guess what I saw."
"What you saw?"
"Last night!"
"Last night?"
"You were in bed last night. You never saw anything, you were asleep",
Pansy accused her.
"Not all the time. After you went to sleep, I got up. And guess what I
saw!"
"What you saw?"
"I went to see Davie with some grapes."
"Grapes, what for?"
"Really ill people like grapes. They make them all better. Anyway, I
took them up to his bedroom ..."
....there were two horrified gasps...
"... and I went in, and I heard somebody coming, and it was Davie and
Clarrie."
"Clarrie? How do you know that?"
"I saw them. I hid in the wardrobe. It was a bit small, and it
squashed my titties, but I could see what they were doing. And guess
what!"
"They were eating kippers", said Victoria confidently.
"No, I don't think so", said Suzanne, uncertainly. "No, they got into
bed and Clarrie got on top of Davie and bounced up and down!"
"That's stupid! What for?" asked Pansy.
"I dunno, do I!" said Suzanne. "Maybe they were arguing and Clarrie
decided to sort him out. She's big enough. Hey, she's enormous without
her clothes on." She lowered her voice. "She's got HUGE titties", she
said, blushing. "They're bigger than mine, even!"
"Was that it, then?" Victoria didn't want to hear about Suzanne's
titties.
"No! The best bit was after that, when they started fucking."
"Fucking? Oh!" Pansy sounded shocked.
"Yeah! Fucking!" Suzanne savoured the word. "Davie asked Clarrie to do
it the other way, and she said, 'okay, fuck me', and he did."
"You mean she sat on his face?" said Victoria with disgust.
"No, why?"
"That's the other way", Victoria said.
"I wouldn't want anyone to sit on my face. Poo!" said Pansy.
"Well, you have to, if you do it the other way, 'cos that's the other
way to do it, so there!"
"Well I'm not ever going to do it the other way then. I'm always going
to do it the same way. When I get married", Pansy was firm on that
point.
Suzanne felt that her big scene had got out of hand. What was all this
business about sitting on people's faces? Mind you, Pansy had a point.
Bottoms were big, horrible, stinky things. Why should anyone want
anyone else to sit on their face? Furtively, she slipped a finger into
her pants for a few seconds then sniffed it. Yes! Even mine's stinky,
she thought. That's it, then. I'll never do it the other way. I'll do
it the right way, whatever that is.
Clarrie came out on to the terrace with more cakes, and the three
girls stared at her in a new light. Clarrie shifted uncomfortably as
three pairs of eyes followed her every move. Can I help you to
anything, girls? Go on, then, dive in.
They did, taking three enormous slices of cream cake that made
Clarrie's eyes pop out. That was when Davie came outside.
"Hi, girls. Hi, Clarrie"
"Hello, Davie", the girls chorused.
"Are you feeling better today, Davie?" asked Victoria smarmily.
"Did you enjoy your grapes, Davie", asked Pansy, with a triumphant
glance at Suzanne.
Davie's eyes narrowed. What was going on here?
"Davie", said Suzanne, earnestly. "When I'm a big grown-up woman, I
promise I'll never sit on your face. We'll *always* do it the right
way, okay?"
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