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From: eskilton@aol.com (ESkilton)
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Subject: And Three Were Foolish part 12
Date: 17 Jun 1996 19:30:54 -0400
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This is the twelfth part of a complete novel. The novel was never
published so this is its first
public airing. I have re-worked some of the material and will continue to
do this on a chapter by chapter basis. The story is about three young
girls and their sexual awakening.
WARNING::: This is an ADULT story! ! !
IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF CONSENT or are likely to be offended by
graphic descriptions of an extreme sexual nature such as Rape, Incest, and
Paedophilia, then GO AWAY! !
Regular readers of my stories such as BABY SITTING and BROTHERLY LOVE will
know what to expect. IF in doubt, DO NOT READ THIS! !

To those who are looking for instant gratification, there's no such thing.
This is not a short story. I have taken time to develop the characters so
that their experiences will be more real. If you're just looking for the
sex, you've found it - but without the preceding parts it might be
difficult to follow the story and you've already missed a lot of the sex.

				And Three Were Foolish

   				by  The Englishman


Part 12

"I need more space between your legs Allie. Move the left leg towards me
so that the light can shine between your thighs."
 Allie didn't move. She was sure that she hadn't misheard. He'd definitely
said...
"Come on Allie - you are slowing things down. Move your legs. Show me your
cunt."
"That's what I thought you said. What kind of pictures are these?"
His voice was impatient now. "What kind of pictures do you think they are?
What kind of books are illustrated with nude pictures? You agreed that you
would pose for nude pictures Allie. You begged me to allow you to pose."
"But I'm not nude and there's no need for language like that anyway."
She heard him sigh with exasperation. "Of course you are nude Allie. The
night-dress is transparent once the back lights are on it. Now arch your
back a little to lift your breasts. I cannot see your nipples."
Allie stood motionless, trying to absorb this new development. There was a
long silence, then the lights dimmed and she couldn't even see the outline
of the dressing table. She groped helplessly for the table top and held
onto it. His hand was gentle on her arm and she jumped nervously. He
pressed her glasses into her hand and led her to a couch behind the
cameras.
"Time for a break. Would you like a drink Allie?"
She nodded silently. The heat of the lights had dried her mouth and she
hadn't realised, until he asked, how thirsty she was. He placed a cold
glass in her hand and Allie gulped gratefully from it. She choked and
spluttered as the fiery liquid hit her throat and burned a path to her
stomach. For a moment she couldn't speak. Her mouth was on fire and she
thought that she'd been poisoned. He took the glass from her and wiped her
chin with a handkerchief.
"That is no way to treat fine malt whisky Allie."
"Perhaps if you'd warned me," she said in a strangled voice. "I thought it
was orange juice or something. Anyway that was no way to treat a lady. I
thought that you were a gentleman until you used language like that."
"If I shocked you then I apologise. I thought you understood that we were
taking erotic pictures to illustrate an erotic book. It really would have
made no difference if I had said fanny or honey-pot or vagina or any other
word that you might think of. I would have been talking about the same
thing. The important thing is that you should understand what I say so
that we get the right result."
Allie took her drink back from him and sipped it cautiously. It still
burned on the way down but it was warm and comforting in her stomach. She
realised that she should have read more of the manuscript. The only kind
of book that would be illustrated with nude pictures would be either
medical or erotic. He'd taken a lot for granted but that wasn't his fault.
He hadn't abused her or shouted at her - in fact he'd been a perfect
gentleman until he'd used that word. 
The real shock had been hearing what she had always considered an
obscenity mingled with the precise grammar and pronunciation of
Groves-Ormsby.
"I'm sorry. Have I messed it up completely?"
"Not at all my dear. You were doing superbly. It really is my fault - I
should have prepared you more thoroughly - given you more time to read the
book first."
"You told me to read the first page and it wasn't very erotic. I suppose
it hots up later on."
"It does indeed. I think you had better read a little more while we have a
break."
He pointed to her empty glass,"Do you want another drink? Or would you
prefer the orange juice?"
"I'll have another one of these please. I've got an idea that I'm going to
need it."
He poured generously and Allie sipped the scotch as she read. The story
wasn't that good but despite her reservations she found herself wanting to
read on and find out what happened to Carrie.... 

>>>>>Carrie slept deeply and, like a familiar film, the dream began as it
always began. 
The train pulled slowly into the station with a squeal of metal as the
brakes caught and dragged it to a stop. Carrie breathed a sigh of relief.
It was five minutes late but she'd lost count of the times that Tom had
consulted his watch.
Only one door opened and only one passenger alighted. Carrie had never met
Tom's younger brother but it was obviously him. Apart from the age
difference - Tom was twenty eight and Steve was three years younger - the
brothers were remarkably alike. Steve smiled easily and quickly in
contrast to Tom's usually serious expression but they shared the same dark
good looks and deep blue eyes. Both were tall and muscular though Steve
was probably an inch shorter than his older brother's six feet. 
Carrie felt a twinge of jealousy as she watched the brothers embrace. She
realised that they shared a history that she could never be part of. Tom
would be the family she had never had - but he had another family as well.
Steve's deep voice broke into her reverie.
"Aren't you going to introduce me to your fiancee Tom?"
Carrie smiled shyly when Steve turned to her with a broad smile. 
"My big brother was never known for his good manners. Luckily there's no
need for introductions, you must be Carrie. I feel that I know you all
ready. You really are as beautiful as Tom described in his letters."
Carrie blushed with surprise and embarrassment. Steve stared at her as if
he was searching for something and she coloured a deeper pink under his
scrutiny. He was as good looking as his brother but with a piercing gaze
that seemed to penetrate her every secret thought and a faint smile that
suggested he understood what he saw. She realised with a start that she
was staring at Steve as intently as he was at her. Tom coughed and broke
the spell.
"I hope that you two are going to be friends."
Carrie smiled quickly at him."I'm sure that we will, won't we Steve?"
"Of course we will. Any fiancee of Tom's is a friend of mine."
Carrie laughed,"You make it sound as if Tom's been engaged dozens of
times."
"Well, maybe not dozens"said Steve as he took her hand.
"Try once,"said Tom. He glared at his brother who still had hold of
Carrie's hand. 
"Are you trying to get me into trouble again Steve? Take no notice of him
Carrie - he's a born mischief maker."
Steve ignored the remark and squeezed Carrie's hand gently.
"So, can I kiss the bride?"
"She won't be a bride for weeks yet Steve."
Steve shrugged his broad shoulders and arched a questioning eyebrow at
Carrie.
"Does that mean no kiss?"
 She blushed in confusion and looked to her fiancee for help. Steve
released her hand reluctantly and bowed mockingly to his brother.
"You're probably right Tom - it's best that I wait till after you're
married. You never know, one kiss from me and Carrie might decide that
she's marrying the wrong brother."
Tom didn't smile. He took Carrie's arm and she had a strange feeling that
he was demonstrating his ownership of her. She saw no harm in greeting
Steve with a kiss and for a moment she felt a vague resentment over Tom's
possessiveness....<<<<<<


Allie flipped the page idly. The story really was pretty ordinary. She'd
had more erotic dreams herself. There was only space for one illustration
on that page and she wondered where Groves-Ormsby was going to get a train
from. Her glass was empty and, seeing that Groves-Ormsby was busy
re-arranging the lights, she helped herself to a refill before she turned
the page....

>>>>>>>Carrie breathed gently and evenly in her sleep. The scene shifted
as dreams do with no logical sequence or sense of time. She knew it was a
dream and that she was watching herself. She couldn't remember what would
happen in her dream but she was afraid and excited at the same time. She
knew that something shocking was going to happen but she was helpless to
intervene. Her white satin shoes were pinching and she watched herself
kick them off. As she did so, she remembered that she'd done the same
thing countless times before..
The wedding was in a few hours but it didn't occur to her to wonder why
she was alone and had no-one to help her to change into her wedding dress.
She struggled unsuccessfully with the last three hooks at the top of the
back and cursed the dressmaker for not providing a zip. 
There was a knock at the door and it opened. It was Steve and she
remembered that she'd known that it would be. She had no idea what was
going to happen but as each sequence unfolded she recognised and
remembered it. His eyes stared without focus and his smile was distorted.
He drifted across the room somehow without moving his feet. She felt
nervous at his strange appearance but her dream self smiled and seemed not
to notice. She heard herself speak words that were familiar but they
didn't belong to her. Her voice was faint as if from a distance.
"Tom's at the church hall. Last minute arrangements with the caterers."
"I wasn't looking for Tom."
She looked down, unwilling to meet his eyes. "I know."
"The wedding is in two hours."
"Yes..."
"So, can I kiss the bride now?"
Carrie blushed and nodded. It was her wedding day and Tom couldn't object
to her allowing his younger brother one chaste kiss. She stood motionless
- her arms by her side - as he leaned forward and pressed his lips gently
to hers. She accepted the kiss passively and, when his tongue flicked
gently across her parted lips, she did nothing to stop him. The dream had
to follow its course and she was powerless to alter it. His tongue slipped
between her lips and into her mouth and she allowed it to happen. His arms
held her firmly and she didn't struggle when his hands stroked her back
and his tongue probed the warmth of her mouth. His lips pressed firmly
into the yielding softness of hers and her tongue ventured timidly to meet
his in a tentative exchange of intimacy.
She did nothing to help him but she didn't stop him when his hands
discovered the unhooked opening at the back of her dress and he caressed
the soft bare skin that he found inside. She felt him unfasten the first
of the hooks and her breathing quickened as his fingertips delicately
caressed her shoulder blades. She counted the remaining hooks as he
unfastened them but when he slipped the dress from her shoulders she
murmured a protest.
"You mustn't do that. What about Tom?"
"Tom's not here, remember?"
"That's right, I forgot."
She didn't stop to work out the logic of what was happening. She accepted
that there was no reason why her dream should be logical, but she moaned
in her sleep because she was powerless to stop what was to come. The dress
slid smoothly down her arms and his flickering tongue darted invitingly
against hers
Then the dress was around her waist and his hands were on her breasts. She
sighed as his lips moved over her neck and shoulders. Her bra snapped open
as his hands prepared the way for his lips. His hands moved on as his lips
reached her breasts. They fluttered across her ribs with unbearable
lightness, then down to her slim waist where his feather touch on the soft
smooth skin of her belly made her gasp for breath. 
Steve's lips wandered along her neck and his hands moved down the back of
her thighs. They traced a path down her legs and then back up again but
this time they were under her dress. She said nothing as his hands
retraced their steps along the smooth skin of her bare legs. Her mind spun
with confusion as she felt his hands move further up beneath her dress.
She shivered as a trail of goose pimples sprang into life and followed his
caressing fingers as they travelled up her thighs until they reached her
bottom.
When he stroked her behind, the muscles in her bottom clenched
involuntarily and she felt the heat of his palms through her thin panties.
Then his hands were moving again. One hand held both cheeks of her bottom
and squeezed them together. The other hand moved slowly round her hip to
the front. She held her breath until his fingers brushed the soft swelling
beneath her panties, then she moaned softly and shook her head. 
"Not there Steve."
Tom had never touched her there - she really had to stop him now before he
went too far. She moaned again when his fingers pressed lightly into the
softness through the thin material and she whispered,"No Steve", but it
was unconvincing even to her. The incredible new sensation that coursed
through her nerves weakened her legs and she clung to Steve for support.
She tried weakly to pull away from his deft touch but his other hand was
behind her - pressing into her buttocks and pushing her back onto the
pressure of his fingers.
 Now she shook and moaned continuously as he stroked and teased the
moistening surface of her panties but he ignored her murmured objections
and she could do nothing to stop him. Protest seemed pointless so she did
nothing to resist when he tugged gently at her panties and slid them
smoothly down her thighs. Free of his arms, the dress followed and pooled
into a crumpled heap of silk..
She didn't resist when he picked her up and laid her gently on the bed.
Then, for the first time in her life, she felt the touch of a man's hand
on her naked sex. She cried out loud as his fingers encountered the
wetness between her open legs. She stared up at him and protested
weakly."No Steve - no more."
His finger slipped easily along her moist slit and she gasped helplessly
as it grazed her erect clitoris...<<<<<<.


Allie turned the page eagerly but, before she could read on, Groves-Ormsby
called across to her.
"All set Allie. Are you ready to start?"
"Not yet - this is starting to get interesting"
He came over to where she was sitting and peered over her shoulder. "Where
are you up to?"
She showed him the page and he smiled. 
"Yes, I rather liked that part myself but I think you have enough to go on
with - you will have to read the rest later or we will never get any work
done."
Allie closed the manuscript reluctantly. The story had excited her and she
was sure that she was as wet between her legs as Carrie had been. She
poured more scotch and drained the glass in two swallows. It was good
stuff. It warmed her stomach and made her feel more confident. She knew
that she could do whatever was needed of her now.
"What's next then?"
"First we have to sort out the language problem. I need to direct you but
I have no wish to offend or upset you."
Allie waved the empty glass dismissively. "Say what you like - you won't
offend me."
"Are you sure about that? You seemed pretty upset just now."
"Sure I'm sure. You took me by surprise, that's all. If you need to see my
cunt just say so. Now what's next?"
"I want to do the scene that you have just read while it is fresh in your
mind."
"What the train station and stuff?"
"No - I do not paint trains and my readers would not be interested if I
did. We are going to do the bedroom scene. Take off the night-dress
Allie."
"What?"
"You will have to take off the night-dress before you can put the wedding
dress on."
She grinned delightedly though her voice was a little slurred.
"You mean I get to wear a real wedding dress?"
"Of course - we could hardly do the scene without it."
Something was nagging at Allie's mind. She stood up looking thoughtful and
made her way unsteadily towards the screen. The thought gelled and she
turned back triumphantly.
"How we gonna do the scene without Steve?"
"I will have to stand in for Steve."
"So who takes the pictures?"
"The cameras will run automatically. There is a lot going on in this scene
and so I want it on video. I can grab stills from the best poses that
way."
Allie swayed slightly as she wagged her finger at him sternly and giggled.
"You think of everything don't you?"
He frowned as she weaved her way to the screen.
"Are you all right? You look a little unsteady."
The night-dress was a small heap on the floor before she reached the
screen and Groves-Ormsby briefly glimpsed her nude form as she skipped out
of sight.
"I'm fine don' worry 'bout me."
He heard her but he wasn't listening. The image of her taut lithe body was
burned into his retinas. He could still see her pert breasts and slim
thighs, her smooth skin with slightest hint of a swell as her flat belly
merged into the hidden depths between her thighs. She was beautiful but he
was almost sure that she wasn't eighteen.
"You'll have to help me with these damned hooks if you wanna get any
pictures."
"You don't need to fasten the top three remember. I want shots of you
struggling with it."
Allie emerged from behind the screen looking every inch a radiant, if
slightly flushed and unsteady, bride.
"Sorry - forgot,"she said demurely.
He led her back to the bedroom set. She noticed that Groves-Ormsby had
changed into a dark blue suit. He looked more like she'd thought Steve
ought to. The lights were arranged differently now and several cameras on
tripods were set up to cover every angle. He directed her to a spot
between the bed and the canvas flat which was painted to resemble a wall
with a door in it. He showed her the marks that she had to stand on to
ensure that the cameras had her in frame and in focus. Allie stood
nervously waiting as he made last minute adjustments.
"All set - are you ready Allie?"
"No, I've forgotten what to do."
"Don't worry about that. I will remind you as we go along. The most
important thing is to feel the part - try to be Carrie. Try to say what
Carrie said in the story, then you will look more natural for the cameras.
Oh and one other thing. I will call you Carrie and I want you to call me
Steve."
"Tha's two other things," She giggled nervously, "Okay wha's first?"
"Try to fasten the last three hooks just like the story. When you hear me
knock turn to the door and wait until I'm in position before you speak."
Allie made an O with her thumb and middle finger and winked. She began to
struggle with the fastenings. Her fingers felt fat and clumsy and she
cursed the dressmaker for not providing a zip. She heard a knock and
looked towards the canvas door expectantly. Groves-Ormsby crossed the set
and stood by the door. Allie was surprised that he looked so different
under the lights. He seemed taller and more muscular. She decide that he
wasn't bad looking for his age.
"All alone Carrie?"
Allie responded smoothly as she fell into character.
"Tom's at the church hall. Last minute arrangements with the caterers."
"I wasn't looking for Tom."
She looked down, unwilling to meet his eyes,"I know."
"You will be married in two hours."
"Yes..."
"So, can I kiss the bride now?"

To be continued

The Englishman.

