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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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