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 Chapter One
   Writing this memoire has brought back so many happy memories.  It all
happened many years ago in the 1950's when I was only 15 going on 16.  Life
was very different in those days and most boys knew nothing about what we
used to call `the facts of life'!  This story recounts how I learned very
quickly and how the lessons have served me well throughout my life.
   We did not have holidays like families do now, in fact none at all if I
didn't make my own arrangements.  The best offer I got in this particular
year was to go to the seaside to spend a fortnight with relatives.  My mum
put me on an early coach with my suitcase and a pack of sandwiches, as
always imploring me to behave myself properly.  I remember little of the
journey now but I was greeted at the bus station by aunt Jane, wife of my
dad's youngest brother.  We had not met for some years and she was
surprised at my size, no longer the little boy she remembered I was now
just short of 6 feet tall.  She now seemed much smaller than I remembered
but bright and lively with twinkly eyes.  After the aunt/nephew hugs and
`haven't you grown' routine we lugged my suitcase onto the bus to her house
where she showed me upstairs to the little room at the front.  It was just
big enough for the single bed, a chest of drawers on which I dumped my
suitcase and a chair alongside the bed.
   Downstairs I met up with my two cousins.  Both were younger than me, the
older - Mandy by just under a year with her sister Sylvie two years younger
still.  The girls had changed in the years since we were last together, now
Mandy was tall, slim and showing all the signs of becoming an attractive
young woman!  Both had blue eyes and red hair, their complexions pale and
freckly - a bit like my own!  I really had not been looking forward to
spending two whole weeks with girls, my interests were typically boyish -
football, cricket, riding my bike and messing about in any mucky situation!
The girls were friendly enough and probably felt the same way about having
some silly boy around for two weeks of their holidays.
   I needed to get the ache of sitting on the bus out of my legs.  Having
brought an old tennis ball with me I started kicking it against the garden
wall in the remote possibility that it might improve my football skills. 
After a while Mandy and her friend Val from next door came out to watch. 
They sat on the doorstep chatting as I concentrated on improving my left
foot technique.  Val was almost my age, dark haired, olive skinned and a
little taller than Mandy.  Now and again my control let me down and the
ball went spinning in the direction of the girls.  Chasing it down before
it hit them I realised that the way they were sitting with their knees
higher than their bottoms gave me a view of their panties.  I had never
given such things much thought before but now I found these glimpses quite
exciting.  The girls chatted on apparently unaware of my interest in their
dark blue underwear so I was able to repeat my naughty glances undetected
for the rest of the morning.
   After lunch aunt Jane went shopping with Sylvie so I was left alone with
Mandy and Val.  We talked about school and interests.  Sadly there seemed
to be little overlap.  I was keen on jazz, they weren't.  They were keen on
dressing up, I wasn't.  I liked French and maths, they preferred Spanish
and art.  Football and sport in general were a total yawn to my cousin and
her friend.  So it went on, we were not making progress but at least we
were talking!  After a while we found the situation too stupid and they
took to teasing me every time we failed to connect.  The teasing was just
fun but soon developed into light pushes, fake punches and tickles.  I was
aware that I was bigger, stronger and significantly more clumsy than the
girls so did not retaliate physically.  This seemed to encourage them
further and they ganged up on me to try to tickle me into submission.  The
tickling was no problem; I could control these lightweight girls without
too much effort.  Soon the play developed into plain wrestling with an
occasional tickle to try to distract me.  Again I had no real trouble
holding them away, one with each arm, sometimes both under one arm!  After
a while I just let them hold me down.  One girl lay on each arm holding me
flat on my back with my arms extended, Val on my left and Mandy securing my
right arm.  It was quite comfortable as the girls were laying with their
chests across my arms.  This was the closest I had come to feeling the
softness of a girl's breasts and I was really enjoying the sensation.
   Having got me under control they didn't really know what to do next, but
once they had got their breath back they decided to resume the tickling
thing.  Turning on her side so that she was now facing me Val began undoing
the buttons on my shirt with one hand.  It was her left hand so progress
was slow but she persevered until my shirt was open.  Mandy looked on
quietly as Val ran her hand gently across my skin.  The tender touch was a
great surprise, I found my heart rate increasing and my breathing becoming
less steady as she caressed softly and steadily towards my nipple.  I think
Val's fingers were trembling as she reached my right nipple and Mandy's
mouth was wide open.  Val said "I didn't know boys nipples went hard".  I
had no idea what she was talking about but I was enjoying every moment and
becoming more aroused as she continued her soft caressing.  My poor cock
was feeling the strain of becoming erect while constricted by too much
clothing and I was becoming a little flushed.
   Mandy also rolled onto her side and was also running her damp hand over
the other side of my chest.  By now their attempts to hold me down were
forgotten and my arms were free to run my hands over the girls' backs.  I
eased them both closer and Val lowered her face to my chest brushing my
eager skin with light kisses until she reached the left nipple again when
she took the flesh between her lips and flicked her tongue across the
surface.  My arousal was now such that I had to raise my knees so that my
erection might be less obvious.  Mandy followed her friend's example and
began gently kissing her way across the right side of my chest.  I found
the situation amazingly erotic as the two girls nibbled their tracks across
my torso.  They had settled on different areas, Mandy at the top and Val
the lower part of my exposed body.  My hands were now on the backs of their
heads lightly encouraging their beautiful work.  I began to realise that as
well as their delightful lips I was being caressed by their hair - Mandy's
long rich auburn locks and Val's shorter black hair.  Every moment was a
new revelation as I enjoyed their tender caresses and the inadvertent
brushes from their lovely hair.  I could not guess how long they kept up
their explorations.  It was bliss and I wanted it to continue for ever!
   I was aware of a subtle change when Val turned her face so that her soft
cheek was caressing my skin.  As she moved it slowly and gently I eased the
hair back from her face and lightly stroked her downy cheek.  Soon her
movement brought her close to Mandy's head which was still facing down unto
my chest, Val paused a moment then gently kissed her friend's cheek.  Mandy
realised what had happened and I lifted her hair back from her face as she
slowly turned her own head towards Val.  The girls paused, resting their
heads on my heaving chest as they looked deep into each other's eyes.  The
only sound was our ragged breathing as Val moved the tiny distance towards
her friend and placed her lips first on the tip of Mandy's nose, then so
softly onto her open lips.  There was a low groan as their kiss matured
from a delicate butterfly's touch to a deep passionate conjunction.  I was
thrilled to be part of their joy and continued my stroking of their now
mingling hair.
   Time stood still.  I was in a whole new world and enjoying every moment.
My heart sailed with their joy.  As the kiss developed further they moved
closer which meant that their breasts were now pressed against the side of
my chest - what exquisite pleasure for me!
   The creaking of the back gate was the only warning we had that aunt Jane
and Sylvie were home.  I grabbed my shirt and ran upstairs while the girls
tried to make sense of their situation.  They told me later that they were
both dazed by what had happened and went through the tidying and `looking
normal' routine to the best of their shaky abilities.  Luckily it was
Sylvie who came bursting into the room with excited news about the circus
coming that weekend.  By the time aunt Jane had put her shopping away and
joined them they were into chatterbox mode while the kettle warmed up for
the afternoon cup of tea.
   While the girls caught up with shopping news I drank my tea and munched
on my rich tea biscuit.  Aunt Jane made sure that I was fed and watered
while continuing to contribute to the chatter.  She appeared unconcerned at
my lack of conversation so I let the noise wash over me.  I was trying to
get the early afternoon events into focus but which seemed like a dream. 
Suddenly the tea cups were being collected and I offered to help wash them
up, much to aunt Jane's surprise.  However she knew well enough not to turn
down a willing volunteer and the two of us left the girls to chatter on. 
As I dried the cups aunt Jane told me about their trip to town and the
forthcoming visit by the circus.  She suggested that we could all go on
Saturday afternoon.  She could see my concern at the suggestion and was
relieved when I explained that there was a home football match that I hoped
to see at the nearby ground.
   "No problem" she said, let's go on Sunday afternoon instead.
   That settled she put away the clean crockery and we re-joined the trio
of girls.  They went strangely quiet as we entered and seemed a little
embarrassed.  As usual, I said nothing, but aunt Jane tried to find out
what they didn't want us to hear.  In case it concerned me I made some
excuse and left the room, almost immediately there were sounds of renewed
conversation.  So, what were they saying?  I hoped they were not relating
the events of the afternoon, that had seemed like a secret we should be
protecting.  I need not have worried; as I returned to the group they
explained that they wanted to take me to the cinema but wanted to surprise
me as to which film.  I was OK with that idea and told them that I looked
forward to the outing.  Their enthusiasm seemed unbounded as they searched
for the local newspaper to see what might be appropriate for my surprise. I
left them to it and went into the garden to practice my ball skills again.
   After our evening meal I was told to get ready for our trip to the
flicks with Mandy and Val.  The bus ride was uneventful, I did my best to
play the man and paid for the tickets for the three of us and followed the
same procedure at the cinema.  The choice of film was no great surprise at
the time but I can no longer remember much about tough-speaking Humphrey
Bogart and his beautiful lady friends.  We had found three seats in the
back row and the girls manoeuvred me into the middle seat.  As soon as the
lights went down I found that my hands were clutched from each side, great!
Val, on my left, moved my hand to her lap.  After a few moments she covered
our joined hands with her coat and slowly drew her skirt higher under cover
of the coat.  Soon it was high enough for me to feel her stockinged knee
and she let go of my hand as she gently pressed it against her leg.  In the
meantime Mandy had not done anything more than hold my hand but she could
see the progress being made by the more adventurous Val.  Mandy took a
different route and drew my arm around her shoulder, snuggling as close as
the seats would allow.  In fact she snuggled so close that my hand, guided
by Mandy, reached her right breast.  This was amazing, I had one hand on a
girl's thigh and my other hand on another girl's breast.  Either would have
previously stunned me but to have both was absolutely fabulous!
   Not really knowing what I should be doing I tried gently caressing on
both places.  The little breast in my right hand felt soft and tender while
the smooth thigh under my left hand was firm and exciting.  Val moved her
leg closer to me enabling a hand to find a new part of her thigh with my
adventurous caresses.  Soon I felt my fingers touch her stocking top.  I
almost burst out laughing as I recalled what the experienced boys at school
called this achievement - they say it is the `laughing point' - if once you
get here you're laughing!  Suppressing my chuckles I slipped my hand
further until I found the magic of cool smooth flesh above the stocking
top. Val let out a low groan as my fingers traced their way around the top
of her stocking until I was touching nervously between her warm silky
thighs.  Somehow she spread her legs wider without losing the protection of
her coat and encouraged me higher.  Not that I needed much encouragement, I
had never been in this situation before but I was really enjoying this
learning experience!
   In many ways it was distracting to be trying to discover my way around
two girl's anatomies and Mandy seemed to realise that I could not do much
more than gentle rubbing on her fully clothed breast so she changed
tactics. Unpeeling my arm from her shoulder she turned towards me as she
slipped my hand under her skirt and covered the activity with her raincoat.
Having made the journey to the `laughing point' once I made quicker
progress up Mandy's leg and soon found the delicious flesh above the
nylons. On both girls I was now caressing the naked, sweet flesh between
their stocking tops and their panties.  My hands were lightly running down
the nearest thigh to the area between their legs.  My little fingers were
brushing against the thick material of their underwear so I gradually
shifted the position upwards to make better contact.  I had no idea what I
was touching nor what effect I might have.  By this time both girls were
clutching me closely, both had their eyes closed and were having difficulty
controlling their breathing.
   As this seemed to be OK so far I turned my aching wrists so that I was
cupping the crutch of their pants, with three my fingers on each hand
making the same upward stroking movement against the material.  I was
clutched even tighter and Val's head was buried in my shoulder as she
stifled her soft moans.  I still had no idea what I was doing but it seemed
like good progress!  Just as I was settling into this routine and trying to
work out exactly what I might be touching the film ended!  Lights came
slowly up and people all around us started re-arranging themselves into
respectable sitting positions, we did the same.  I'm sure that in the film
Bogie got his man and his girl, but I couldn't tell you a single thing
about what had happened on the screen, not that you want to know!
   As we shuffled out of the cinema and joined the bus queue I could not
believe that I had only been in town for only 12 hours.  As the girls
whispered together behind me I pondered on just how much had happened and
what fabulous new experiences I had enjoyed.
   continued . .
   
  
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