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Subject: story: "GROWN-UP GIRLS" Chapter 10: Kippers In The Dark
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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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