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The work is fictional. It may be based on reality but it should be regarded as pure fiction. 

If you don't approve of young people exploring feelings and sensations in a sexual way, or if such reading material is banned where you come from, then read no further.

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Musketeers Part 4: 

Jo Holloway opened her eyes. 

Sunlight was peeking around the sides of her bedroom curtains. 

She stole a glance at the clock on her bedside table. 7.09. 

Smiling to herself she settled back into her pillow relishing the delight of not needing to get up on a Saturday morning. 

This wasn't just any old Saturday though. It was her birthday. Her 18th birthday. 

A tingle of excitement ran though her tinged with just a hint of sadness. 

Her hands slipped beneath the waistband of her pyjamas as her mind recalled her times with the Musketeers now long since disbanded. 

It had all happened rather suddenly. 

Gary and his family had moved to Australia just before her 14th birthday. He had grown kind of distant before then though and would often either avoid the others in the group or simply sit and watch as Mikey and Kyle played with Jo and her usually naked body. 

It was explained a Christmas or two later when the card she received from him contained a long letter. It was a  very long letter, it rambled on and on but eventually Gary had spelt it out for her. 

"I'm Gay. I have a boyfriend called Tim and Mum and Dad are alright about it." 

Mikey had received a similar letter, as had Kyle. Kyle had been particularly concerned that he might have been a target of Garys' and Jo and Mikey had laughed long and hard at him. 

After Gary and his family left the house was occupied by another family with two young girls aged around 8 and 9. Kyle, not content with Jo, had been caught, literally with his trousers down, with Susan and Chloe. The girls were ok with it but the parents were not and to resolve matters Kyle's family had also moved on.

 For some time Mikey and Jo carried on quietly and happily but all things change and nothing stays the same. Mikey's parents bought a smallholding in Wales and Mikey had left just after he turned 15. 

To start they had been in almost constant touch but when Mikey turned 16 he left home without warning. 

After that Jo got postcards from different parts of the country and from other European cities, but she hadn't heard from him in almost 6 months and had no idea where he was. 

She allowed her mind to drift as her hands moved beneath her pyjama bottoms and giggled silently when she realised that she still used the memory of that bright yellow dress being stripped from her when she was 12. 

Once dressed she made her was downstairs. Her parents were already up and greeted her with huge smiles and hugs. 

"Happy Birthday Gorgeous!" exclaimed her father as she entered the kitchen. 

She sat down alongside him at the kitchen table and poured herself a cup of tea. Moments later the plate in front of her was piled high with birthday cards for her to open and she set about the task whilst her mother go breakfast together. 

There were cards from all over the place. Gary had remembered and sent her a big card with lots of roses and pink ribbons as well as a couple of photos of him and another boy at the beach. 

Her grandparents had sent cheques and many others had sent cash and gift vouchers. 

She felt a small loss at having nothing from Mikey but let her parents euphoria wash over her and cleanse the thought from her mind. 

After breakfast she opened presents from her parents and other friends before her father led her to the front door and the second hand Mini parked outside with a big red bow on the bonnet. 

She had whooped and danced and kissed her parents and begged to be allowed to take it out for a run. Now, as she headed back home with the windows down and music blaring she felt a real sense of achieving. Now she had arrived. Now she was an adult. 

She parked and made her way round the back of the house and came in through the kitchen. 

"In here Jo" called her father from the living room. 

She followed the sound of his voice and was already shouting out how great the car was when she stopped in her tracks. 

There, sitting a few feet away was a young man. His hair was long and held back in a pony tail, his clothes had seen better days but his eyes twinkled like coals in a fire. He stood and bowed theatrically. 

"Miss Holloway I presume." 

"Mikey Lawrence.....what are you doing here?" she burst out 

He grinned "Well I didn't have money for a stamp so I thought that I would deliver my card." 

He held out a slightly grey envelope. 

Jo took it from him and opened it carefully. It was clear from the feel of it that this was no ordinary card. There inside was a piece of polished wood. It had been carved into a heart shape and the words Happy Birthday Jo had been inscribed around the edge. 

She looked at him with tears in her eyes. 

"I er made it myself" he offered 

She flung herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She held him for some time and then released her grip. 

"umm Mikey. You could use a shower." She wrinkled her nose as she said it. 

Action stations. 

"Yes Mikey" chirped her father "why don't you take advantage of the bathroom. Plenty of hot water and towels in the cupboard." 

"Toss me your clothes and I'll wash them" her mother joined in. 

"I have spare clothes" protested Mikey. 

"Well toss me those too and I'll wash them all for you." Came the reply. 

25 minutes later Mikey was back in the living room eating a sandwich and chatting happily with Jo. Her father had found him some tracksuit bottoms and a tee shirt that kind of swamped him but at least he was clean and warm. 

They chatted about where he had been, what he had done and the people that he had met. 

He had been in Ireland when he decided to make this visit and it had taken him 4 days to get here, hitching rides and walking where necessary. It seems that he had arrived just as Jo had driven off. He had waved but she had either not seen or not recognised the young man, once boy. 

They spent an hour or so catching up until his clothes were presented to him, fresh and clean. 

He took them upstairs and dressed before coming back down. 

"Thanks Mrs H." he said. "I've been relying on laundermats for ages now." 

"Well" she replied "I suggest that you stay for a few days and get some decent food inside you. You look like a puff of wind would blow you over." 

"That's really kind but I can..." 

Jo burst in refusing him the time to finish his polite refusal. 

"Mikey Lawrence. If you think you can just turn up, get your washing done and go again you are quite wrong." 

Her father chuckled. 

"Mikey, one thing I have learned by living with two women is that if they both say the same thing at the same time then the choice is made. Stay boy, have a few days comfort and food and then head off wherever you need to." 

"Thanks. I'd love too" Mikey grinned back. 

"Right then" her father went on "guest room is at the back, same as it always was, dump your stuff up there and we'll go out and party." 

An hour later they were sat around a table in a local restaurant. Jo and Mikey chatted happily and almost non-stop. Mikey did manage to eat as well, although he was careful not to go too mad with the rich food on offer. 

Wine was passed around and they all had a glass or two and then, once the meal was finished, they were off to the pictures to see the latest blockbuster. 

As they entered the darkened auditorium Mr Holloway gave Mikey a gentle nudge. 

"Are you two off to the back row or are you happy to sit with us oldies?" 

"Dad!" exclaimed Jo 

Her mother just gave one of those looks and the four of them sat down together, well away from the back row. 

Sunday was another round of congratulations and visits from family and friends. Mikey stayed in the background and helped out in the kitchen or filling drinks as and when he could. 

Monday he awoke as Mrs Holloway popped a cup of tea down next to him. 

"Good morning young man" she said "it's a little after 9.00 and I'm popping out to the shops. Will you be alright on your own?" 

Mikey mumbled his thanks and off she went. A few moments later the door slammed behind her. 

"Monday. Of course, back to work and school. Maybe I should be moving on." He thought. 

Seized by a sudden curiosity and a sense of daring he slipped out of bed and made for the door. His hand touched the handle but he thought better of wandering around the house naked and stopped long enough to cover himself with a pair of boxers. Then he slipped out of the door, listened for any sounds to indicate that he was not alone, and padded down the landing towards Jo's room. He knocked softly and then went in. 

The room had been redecorated, of course, and some of the furniture was new but he still remembered the room fondly. After all, this was the room that they had first persuaded Jo out of her clothes and the room in which the musketeers had started their sexual experimentation all those years ago. 

After a while he retraced his steps, dressed and made his way downstairs where Mrs Holloway found him watching TV a short while later. He helped with the shopping and then went for a walk around the old area. 

He quickly identified the houses that had once been home to Gary, Kyle and himself and he wondered if children played games there like they had. He walked down the street to the wooded area and was dismayed to find it largely cleared of trees and foundations being laid for more housing. 

He returned to the Holloway house and eat a quiet lunch with Mrs Holloway and then wandered off again. He found himself outside of the school gates just as the first rush of children came out. He towered over most of them now and recalled when he had looked up to almost everybody. 

His reverie was abruptly shattered when Jo bounced up to him, slipped her arm though his and started marching him up the road. 

They spent a quiet evening watching TV with her parents. Just before bedtime Mikey announced that he would be heading off again in the morning as he had a job to get to back in Ireland. The look on his face told everybody that this was a done deal and so Mr Holloway contented himself with passing over some cash so that he could at least get a train to the ferryport. 

Jo had tears in her eyes as she said goodnight to him and went up to bed. 

Mikey looked at her father 

"I think it's for the best huh?" he asked. 

Her father nodded. 

Mikey awoke before the dawn. There was no clock and he wore no watch but it was obviously early. He thought of rolling over and allowing himself a few hours more sleep but his attention was taken by the girl walking towards his bed in the dim light. 

She stopped, stooped and switched on the bedside light. She held a finger to her lips and whispered that it was only 1.30. Then she took the hem of her pyjama top in her hands and drew it up and over her head. Her firm young breasts stared down at Mikey, but only briefly because seconds later she slipped into bed alongside him. 

"Mikey" she hissed "Play with me." 

Mikey fought the urge to take a breast in his hand. He fought hard but he lost and moments later his hands were caressing her breasts and eliciting soft moans from the young woman by his side. He continued for some time. Concentrating on her swollen nipples he made her remember what it was like before she imposed a curfew upon her own body and refused contact with the males around her. Desperate not to allow his hands to stop their work she wriggled out of her pyjama bottoms and swung up to straddle the boy. 

His hands stayed with her breasts throughout the move. 

She could feel his erection trapped between her thighs. She eased back to give it air and then she slid forward straddling the hard cock with her own slit and being rewarded with a gasp from Mikey. 

"This isn't a good idea Jo." He whispered 

She appeared to think for a moment. 

"Mikey. Once you told me that you could and one day you would." 

She watched the memory sweep across his face. 

"Now is the time to come good on that promise." 

With that she gripped his erect cock and guided it into her body. She lowered herself onto his shaft slowly. He felt her hymen and was surprised. 

"Jo, you're still a vi" 

he never finished the word as she lifted and crashed back down with sufficient force to tear through the membrane. 

"Not any more Mikey boy." She grinned. 

She rode him at her own pace and delivered herself a long built and tremendous climax before noticing the pain on his face. 

"Jo, I can't hold it much longer." 

She realised what he was worried about. 

"I'm on the pill silly boy. Period pains three years ago. Shoot." 

She tightened her pelvic muscles a couple of times and then it was over. Mikey bucked wildly pumping his seed deep inside of her and then collapsing under her as she giggled quietly. 

They settled down together for a while. 

She made him promise that he would visit occasionally. He made her promise that she would finish her studies. And then as the first hint of dawn peeped around the curtains she left him. 

Mikey stayed in bed late. He waited until Mrs Holloway had delivered his tea and gone out herself before getting up, showering and stripping the bed. He put the sheets with the tell tale stains into the washing machine, left a thank you note on the table, picked up his bag and left the house. 

Mikey left the house in a similar manner many times after that. He would visit 3 or 4 times a year. When Jo finished school and went off to University he became a frequent visitor around the halls and later in the house she shared with fellow students. 

Were they ever together forever? That's for you to decide. 

End of Part 4. 