Synopsis

Two introverted teenagers are forced to share a hotel room for a weekÕs holiday.

# Unwanted Sharing

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by obohobo

## Warnings

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The text in this story contains erotic material and is expressly written for adults only.

MF

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This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to persons living, dead or otherwise is purely coincidental. The ideas and thoughts that follow are pure fantasies. In real life, at the very least they would be unpleasant and probably illegal. Fantasies are like that; daydreams where we can contemplate and imagine the sensations without suffering or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation.

© obohobo 2010

A month previously

ÒWe have to do something Nora,Ó Kathleen Donahue exclaimed, ÒOtherwise theyÕre never going to get on in life and will probably never marry and we will never see any grandchildren. TheyÕre both eighteen and should be courting and socialising but Lorna never goes out and always has her head stuck in a book, usually a text book, would you believe? The only time others come round to our house, and they are all girls, is when they have a project to do together or need her help with schoolwork. SheÕs attractive enough that the boys would be swarming around her if only sheÕd speak with them and wear attractive clothes instead of the loose baggy stuff that hides what she has. YouÕve already said that MikeÕs a loner and spends most of his free time in the garden shed playing with his railway stuff so something drastic is needed to shake them out of the rut.Ó

ÒI agree we need to do something but is thrusting them together going to help?Ó Nora Feldman queried.

ÒAt least theyÕll have to interact with each other and even if nothing comes of it as far as a relationship between them goes, it may help them to make friends and socialise when they go to college.Ó

ÒBut we almost telling them to have sexÉÓ

ÒThat wonÕt hurt either. I put Lorna on the pill months ago just in case something happened but nothing has, and IÕm sure theyÕve seen what to do on their computers. As long as they think they are going on a holiday alone, we should be able to convince them to take a short break now that school for them is finished. We can pretend it is a gift for doing well at school. Once they are on the aircraft, theyÕll know we arranged it but by then it will be too late.Ó

MichaelÕs story

Looking down the line of passengers waiting to check-in ahead of me, I saw a figure I recognised. ÒThatÕs Lorna Donahue and her mother, I wonder why mum didnÕt mention she intended to travel to the airport today? I could have saved the train fare if IÕd travelled with them, not that it would have been pleasant sitting in a car with the stuck-up bitch. In this queue they must be going to Newquay too.Ó Watching from my semi-hidden position behind others waiting to check in, a further surprise awaited me, LornaÕs mother hugged her and sent her in the direction of departures and then headed out of the concourse. Lorna appeared reluctant to leave and I could see tears in her eyes as she slowly walked to the departure lounge. ÒStrange. SheÕs going alone? IÕm going alone. Coincidence? Or maybe she has relations there? Odd. And why did mum insist dad agree with her, that I take a holiday on my own? To get to know other young people, they said and to learn to do things for myself away from my railway. I wonder, no, I bet, theyÕve planned for her and I to get together.Ó I rightly guessed the answer but didnÕt anticipate the depth of their planning and the closeness of the relationship they expected.

Surprise and puzzlement showed on LornaÕs face as I walked passed her and sat some distance away. I could almost read her mind, ÒWhatÕs Michael Feldman doing on this flight?Ó IÕm sure that with her quick, suspicious mind, she, like me, already suspected the reason; our mothers trying to get us together even though they knew we have no liking for each other.Ó Even with her face half hidden behind a book, she looked quite attractive. Dark, short hair, round face and wearing a plain coloured, loose fitting, blouse, dark trousers and flat heeled black shoes, my mind looked at her with a spark of interest which might have ignited had I not known of her superior manner and acidic tongue. ÒWell they can lead a horse to the water but they canÕt make it drink, as they saying goes. IÕll ignore her and see what railway sites are within reach. They may have made us travel together but we donÕt have to spend time with each other. I doubt if she wants to spend time with me anyway.Ó

ÒI think our mothers have set us up Lorna,Ó I commented as I sat in the assigned seat next to her.

ÒThatÕs very perceptive of you Sherlock.Ó Lorna turned her head and looked out of the window.

ÒI suppose youÕre booked into the High Beach Guest House too?Ó

LornaÕs head turned sharply back to face me, ÒI already presumed that to be the case but at least we can avoid each other for most of the time.Ó Again she looked out of the window and sat without speaking, lost in her thoughts and occasionally glancing contemptuously at me sitting next to her. Inwardly I wanted to spit in her face and really say what I thought but held my peace.

The plane sped its way across southern England towards the Cornish peninsula with the pair of us refusing to look or speak to each other until, about halfway to the destination, I decided to break the silence and whispered so other passengers didnÕt hear, ÒLorna, we have to at least talk about this. I know you think IÕm only comprehensive school scum because you went to the posh school, but our parents have put us in this together and our tickets canÕt be changed except if we pay extra and I canÕt afford that, so weÕre stuck with each other. I didnÕt want this and I doubt you did. WeÕre staying in the same hotel, but we donÕt have to do the same things and we need only meet at breakfast and dinner.Ó

After a long pause, Lorna replied in a terse whisper, ÒAre you stupid or something? I strongly suspect my mother will have booked us into the same room, maybe with only one bed so weÕll be seeing much more of each other.Ó She waited to let the information sink in before going on, ÒAnd if there is only one bed, you are going to sleep on the floor or in a chair or on the beach for all I care.Ó

ÒNo way!Ó A man nearby turned his head in our direction and I continued in a more subdued voice, ÒIÕm not sleeping on the floor for you or anyone, Lady Snoot. YouÕre no better than me and weÕll have to sort things out on an equal basis. Maybe theyÕll let us have two rooms or maybe thatÕs what has been arranged.Ó Lorna shrugged and turned once more to look out of the window and remained silent until the plane landed.

When everyone stood to Ôde-planeÕ, I took her carry-on from the overhead locker and placed it on the seat when I removed mine but only received a nod in acknowledgement and she waited until IÕd started down the aisle before following several passengers later. By the time Lorna arrived at the baggage carousel, IÕd found a trolley and placed my bag on it. ÒWhich one is yours?Ó I asked but she ignored me.

Finally hers arrived and she struggled with it from the conveyor to the floor and glanced around, ÒI have to visit the Ladies,Ó she whispered rather embarrassedly.

ÒIÕll watch your bags.Ó

ÒThank you.Ó

ÒA thank you! ThatÕs a first,Ó I thought as I watched her head for the lavatories, ÒI bet she didnÕt go on the plane because sheÕd have to ask me to move and now sheÕs desperate.Ó

A man I recognised from the plane came and told me the car waited at the entrance and to take the luggage so they could load it without delay. Knowing Lorna might be worried, and ignoring her bitchy attitude, I hurried back and saw her standing and looking bewildered but her face brightened when I ran towards her. ÒSorry, the Guest House car is waiting and the driver doesnÕt want to overrun his parking time. That older, fat couple that were in the front seats are staying there too and helped me load the bags. It will be a tight squeeze in the car but they said itÕs only a ten minute drive as the guesthouse is this side of Newquay.Ó

I didnÕt exaggerate it being a tight squeeze and the heat of the afternoon sun on the car roof made the interior stiflingly hot and didnÕt lift our subdued mood. Jack Morrell sat alongside the driver and his wife Rita, took up half the space for three passengers on the back seat and tried to cheer us with jovial remarks. With difficulty we managed to fasten the seat belts but us teenagers almost had to sit sideways. Lorna looked steadfastly out of the window and tried to ignore RitaÕs chatter and I only answered in monosyllables. ÒI do believe theyÕve had a loverÕs tiff, Jack,Ó she laughed, ÒDonÕt worry, at your age youÕll soon get over it.Ó

ÒCome in, come in. Stan will bring your bags and weÕll soon have you settled,Ó Mrs. Chumley the proprietor greeted us, ÒIÕll get Jack and Rita sorted first because theyÕve been several times and know where things are and IÕll only have to show them which room theyÕre in.Ó

ÒTheyÕre not a very happy pair and, at the moment, theyÕre hardly on speaking terms. I guess its young love gone wrong,Ó Rita teased us.

ÒRita, donÕt meddle. For the time being leave them to themselves before you do more harm than good. Now let me show you your room.Ó Puzzled at the sharp reply, the couple followed Mrs. Chumley up the stairs.

Tears again began flowing down LornaÕs face and stirred compassionate feelings inside me and I itched to put my arm around her but didnÕt for fear of a vitriolic response. I too, had grave reservations as to holidaying and sleeping with her although on the plane IÕd let my fantasies run wild and conjured up many scenes from video clips IÕd viewed on my computer. Reality hit and my shyness returned. Would I be able to cope with seeing her naked, or being naked in front of her? Would I get an erection and be able to perform if she wanted to? Would I even get a glimpse of her body? Fortunately our landlady returned.

ÒCome into my lounge where we can have a cup of tea and talk before I show you your room,Ó Mrs. Chumley suggested sombrely. ÒFirst though, let me say that I know your mothers plans and while I donÕt entirely agree, theyÕve paid me enough and convinced me to give it a try. If it doesnÕt work, you will not be harmed in any way and, if you at least make the effort to get to know each other, you should have an enjoyable time. Now while I make the tea, read the letters your mothers sent.Ó She handed us a letter each.

Dear Michael and Lorna,

These letters are identical to allow you to read them at the same time.

You know by now that we arranged this but not the reasons behind it. Over the last few years, youÕve become insular and introverted and shied away from contact with others, particularly those of the opposite sex. YouÕve become so involved with your own narrow interests that youÕve lost the ability to interact with others and this will put you at a disadvantage when you attend college next term. We decided that forcing you to spend just a week together in a holiday situation might help overcome these problems. Ruth Chumley knows this and you may confide in her.

ItÕs not uncommon these days for young couples to spend a week or more together to get to know each other on a personal level and weÕve asked her to provide a room with a double bed. Sleeping in the same bed does NOT mean that you HAVE to have sex and Michael if you force yourself on Lorna that is rape and could lead to serious trouble. However, if both parties are agreeable, we wonÕt have any objections. More importantly, living and sleeping together means that at times, each of you will need to give way to the other and to listen to their thoughts and opinions, like we do with your fathers.

What you do during the day is up to you but we strongly suggest that you do it together, perhaps each choosing an activity on alternate days. Ruth will be able to advise on the things to do and see in the district, but at night we expect you to share the room and the bed.

We know this may initially be abhorrent to you, but please give it a try, if it works, you will be the beneficiaries.

Your loving mothers,

Signed

Kathleen Donahue

Nora Feldman

ÒI can see from your faces that you are shocked but I suspect you went over in your mind, the possible scenarios while sitting together on the plane. Now you come to the real life situation. IÕve agreed to help but if I find it doesnÕt work out, then IÕll use my discretion to override your mothersÕ wishes. The one thing I do not want is for you to disturb other guests. There are four couples in for the week and they are here to have an enjoyable time and I hope they will return several more times, like Rita and Jack. From the fact that neither of you have started yelling, I anticipate you are able to control your tempers even if you are seething inside.Ó She smiled, ÒItÕs not that bad and IÕm sure many teenagers would love their mothers to set them up like this. Now letÕs go and show you your room.Ó

Lorna started to protest but the landlady had already started up the stairs.

ÒIÕm willing to go along with this Lorna, are you?Ó We sat facing each other and ignored Mrs. ChumleyÕs suggestion that our first cooperation should be to put their clothes away.

ÒYouÕre only willing because you want to get into bed with me. IÕm your living wet dream except that IÕm not naked, IÕm not blonde and IÕm not willing, but I guess IÕll have to go along with it until tomorrow and I can phone Daddy at his office and see what he can do. ThereÕs no mention of him in the letter and I doubt if he knows of the arrangement.Ó

Eventually after much bickering and my getting the least space, our clothes were put away and we went separately to the dining room for dinner and sat with a young welsh couple, Brian and Gwyneth Evans. Gwyneth chattered incessantly but rarely required an answer after the name introductions but they knew the area and suggested many places to visit. I hardly heard them and I doubted that Lorna did either, our thoughts largely centred on the bedtime arrangements.

ÒYou lie with your back to me facing the wall and IÕll face into the room, then you wonÕt keep peeking at my breasts.Ó That part was true. After changing into pyjamas in the bathroom, we sat in bed reading for a while, Lorna a novel in French and I had a railway magazine. Certainly IÕd noticed the way her nipples poked the material but although she made no mention of it, IÕm sure she noticed the way my prick pushed out the front of my pyjamas. I couldnÕt tell if she felt disgust but I hoped in the dirty part of my mind, that she was pleased that sheÕd aroused me. Neither of us slept well and in the early morning light, when I climbed over her to go to the toilet, she must have glimpsed my erection tenting the material and tried to ignore it.

ÒWhat are you doing today?Ó Brian Evans asked at breakfast. WeÕd managed to get through our morning ablutions without too much bickering mainly because I rose early and did the necessary and went down into the lounge and left Lorna to get on without my being there. I shrugged. ÒMight be a good morning to walk along the beach at the bottom of the cliffs,Ó Brian suggested, ÒThe sunÕs out and the water is fairly calm. The surfers wonÕt be pleased.Ó

ÒWatch the tide though because it will cover the sand long before high tide,Ó Gwyneth added, ÒBut if you get caught, thereÕs a sort of scrambling track over the boulders a bit higher up. ItÕs dangerous when the sea is rough because the waves crash over them but today it could be okay. Best not to have to use it though and keep to the beach.Ó

The outcome of the phone conversation to LornaÕs father didnÕt please her and I gather that his wife briefed him the previous night and heÕd suggested she try to stick it out. My father wasnÕt home. ÒAre you coming for a walk along the beach?Ó I asked.

She scowled and replied, ÒDaddy said I should, but if you think IÕm going to walk hand-in-hand with you, think again.Ó

Mid morning we started along the beach. It wasnÕt much of a walk, I wanted to stride out; she dawdled several paces behind and picked up shells and threw them down again. We hardly spoke but the sun shone and I dodged the sea when it rolled on the sand and hissed its way noisily back, Lorna kept out if the way. I found it pleasant if we retreated into our own minds and ignored each other. Towards midday I noticed the tide coming close to the rocks in many places and suggested we ought turn back. Since the phone call to her father, Lorna had been moody and I wondered if sheÕd disregard my suggestion out of contrariness but she turned and started back without a word. We came to a headland that jutted further to the sea and there the water reached and splashed over the rocks. Wearing shorts and trainers and finding the water less than knee deep, I waded around the point but Lorna refused to turn up her trouser legs and follow me. Instead she started to scramble over the rocks; a bad decision. The soles of her sandals gave little grip on the wet surfaces and when jumping from one boulder to another she slipped and fell into the water and hit her leg on a submerged rock. Hearing her cry and then the crack as her leg broke, I rushed back and raised her head above the water and held her against his body while I fumbled for my mobile phone.

ÒDonÕt move her, the ambulance will be there in ten minutes,Ó came the instruction from the 999 service.

ÒIÕve got to move her otherwise sheÕll drown.Ó

IÕm no muscle man or bodybuilder and it took all the strength I could muster to lift her over my shoulder and slowly wade around the point. Being shortish and slim, I estimated she weighed a bit over 100 pounds but the dead, wet weight, felt considerably more as I splashed my way over the uneven shore. Fortunately Lorna drifted into unconsciousness and I didnÕt have to contend with her struggles but even so, carrying her sapped my strength. The clear beach looked a long way off when I turned the corner but I knew I had to keep going and hastened on. With less than a hundred yards to go before the clear beach, perhaps I became careless and tripped on an unseen rock, falling to my knees and gashing my leg in the process. Ignoring the bleeding and pain I stumbled on until reaching the open beach where onlookers helped me carefully lay Lorna on the sand and I collapsed alongside her until moments later her screaming alerted me to her waking. I held her close oblivious to the crowd surrounding us. Soon the ambulance crew and paramedics arrived and did the emergency treatment before whisking us to hospital.

LornaÕs fracture proved a straightforward setting of the bone and encasing in plaster and luckily my carrying her hadnÕt done any further damage and I needed five stitches and a bandage to close the cut in my leg. Dinner had finished by the time the hospital released us and Mrs. Chumley sent Stan with the house car to pick us up. Unfortunately he hadnÕt thought to bring any clothes but found a blanket for us to sit on and wrap around us providing us with more comfort than warmth.

After enquiring how we felt, she went on, ÒI expect you are hungry,Ó Mrs Chumley smiled, ÒTeenagers are always hungry especially when theyÕve not eaten all day. I saved some dinner for you when youÕve changed IÕll bring it into the lounge as weÕve cleaned up the dining room. Have you a skirt Lorna? If you have, that will be easier to get on and off. I phoned your mother to let her know what happened and to say that you are safe. We have a service lift and a wheelchair Lorna so you can get to your room without much difficulty and you wonÕt need to use the hospital crutch all the time.Ó

ÒDo you want me to help you?Ó I asked tentatively when Lorna struggled to remove the remains of her trousers. With the euphoria induced by the pain killing drugs theyÕd given her, she hardly realised my presence but she nodded yes, and only half-heartedly objected when I removed her knickers and the rest of her still damp clothing and used a towel to dry her. I expected she would object to my seeing her naked but her lethargy let me dry her and dress her again without much protest, in fact she appeared more than willing to let me see her.

ÒYouÕre still wearing wet things,Ó she observed. I had removed my shirt but still wore the shorts and underwear from the morning. Turning my back to her, I slipped them off, dried my bum and crotch and went to get a clean set. Lorna grinned for the first time since we met. I had to turn and face her to get to the drawer with them in. My prick after attending to her, stood at half-mast and I tried to cover it with my hands but her grin spread as she remarked, ÒLet me see. You had a good look at me so itÕs only fair that I see you. No sex though.Ó Several times I winced involuntarily when I had to stand or bend and she realised that carrying her had strained my back muscles. ÒDid they give you anything for your back at the hospital?Ó she asked.

ÒNo, they said it would wear off in a day or two but not to do any heavy lifting so donÕt go jumping off any more rocks.Ó

ÒIf you think you can lift a knife and fork, lets go and eat,Ó she laughed. The thought that weÕd both joked at each other without malice hit us at the same time and caused a momentary flicker in our smiles but quickly disappeared.

Unexpected applause greeted us when I pushed the wheelchair into the lounge. We found out why when Gwyneth directed us to a table on which lay the open centrespread of the local paper.

BOY SAVES INJURED GIRLFRIEND FROM DROWNING

ran the headline above pictures taken by a wild life photographer, of me carrying Lorna through the water and then more of us being attended to by the paramedics and showing my bloodstained leg. We read the article together and by her expression, I saw that only then did Lorna slowly realise how much effort and pain IÕd gone through to get her to safety. ÒI owe you,Ó she whispered.

I let Lorna use my mobile to phone her mother and I phoned mine and explained the situation because LornaÕs mobile didnÕt work after its immersion in the sea. They already knew part of the story from Mrs. Chumley and the article had also appeared in our local paper. I turned the phone off afterwards in order to get some much needed sleep.

Exhausted after our ordeal and lack of sleep the night before, we retired early and I wondered, no, hoped, our relationship would have changed after the events of the day and having seen each other without clothes. It had. ÒMike, IÕm not going to be able to get my pyjamas over the plaster cast so IÕm going to have to sleep without my bottoms, to be fair, will you do the same?Ó Lorna asked with the hint of a smile.

Hesitating only a second I replied, ÒIÕll go without my top too if you like, provided you follow suit,Ó knowing that a few short hours previously neither of us would dare to suggest such a thing.

Sheepishly we looked at each other and removed our shirts and Lorna unclipped her bra. ÒMike, can we just cuddle tonight? IÕm pretty worn out and you can hardly move without hurting your back so perhaps we can leave full sex until another time?Ó Of course I agreed but wondered if it was a ploy to get out of it but I didnÕt believe that to be the case. For half an hour we lay side-by-side on the opposite side of the bed to the previous night because of her encased leg, and let our hands and eyes gently explore the bumps and mounds of the other. I quickly had an erection that Lorna carefully massaged but didnÕt do it hard enough for my fulfilment. In return, I rubbed her tits and mound until she became aroused and had a minor orgasm, before dropping off to sleep.

Lorna woke long before me, her leg itched and sheÕd tried to scratch it without waking me and then her hand roamed higher and her movements then woke me. I stirred, groaned when I tried to move the stiff muscles in my shoulders and back and felt the throb from the wound in my leg. ÒHow do you feel?Ó Lorna asked.

ÒOkay.Ó

ÒNo, how do you feel really?Ó

ÒLike IÕve carried a hundred pound weight through raging seas for miles,Ó I joked, amazed that I even thought to do so, ÒNo, IÕm a bit sore and stiff but that may wear off once I get up. How about you?Ó

ÒLeg throbs and itches where I canÕt scratch. Would you like a back massage? É Or a frontal one? Breakfast is not for another two hours so weÕve plenty of time.Ó

ÒOnly if I can do the same for youÉ but donÕt feel you have to or feel it is your duty for what happened yesterday. Do it if you really, really want to but not for some false sense of obligation.Ó

ÒI want to. Last night, I really enjoyed the feelings you evoked and want to feel them again and more. Push the bedclothes down and let us explore each other.Ó

We played and kissed for a while but neither of us was really awake and we lay facing each other as best we could with our gammy legs getting in the way. SheÕd obviously been thinking and was in the mood to open her thoughts to me. ÒTwo days ago I would never have dreamed of sleeping naked let alone alongside a boy, a naked boy, whom I disliked and yet he injured himself to get me back safety. You could have just pulled me up on to the rocks, probably doing more damage to my leg in the process, and waited for the ambulance crew to arrive or the helicopter but no, you carried me all that way through the water to a place where they could get to us quickly. The doctors finished treating you long before me and yet you waited at the hospital in wet clothes until theyÕd set my plaster cast before phoning the guesthouse. Stan hadnÕt expected us to only have wet clothes and hadnÕt brought any but gave us a blanket to sit on and it felt comforting to have it wrapped round us, although we didnÕt need it for warmth but for the first time it felt good to be close to you. I expected you to be angry and sullen at the pain IÕd caused but you seemed solicitous of my health and welfare, more so than I was of yours. Well, I didnÕt really know much of what you went through at that time and only saw the bandage around your leg. Only after reading the paper did I find out. Even if they exaggerated the account like you said, carrying me through the water and stumbling over hidden rocks must have near killed you and certainly it strained your back muscles. Yet you treated me with such care and allowed me to use your phone to let mother know I was okay after mine didnÕt work from its immersion in the sea. You didnÕt take liberties when I needed help in removing my clothes although you could easily have done so, and I respected you for that. For a long while last night, I wondered why did I let you do it? I suppose I could blame the after effect of the drugs they gave me but somehow I know it wasnÕt that. A hidden need within me came to the fore and could account for my suggesting you needed to change too. I didnÕt turn my head when you revealed your prick even though it embarrassed you because I wanted to see it. After what happened later, IÕm not sorry for that. I canÕt even blame you for what happened in bed last night or again just now, because I instigated it in the first place. Have I become a whore? Am I now just a tart in your eyes?Ó

ÒNo, youÕre certainly no tart or whore. WeÕre teenagers beginning to explore feelings weÕve not experienced before, you and me too.Ó

ÒYouÕve an erection like yesterday, would you like me to play with it again or give you a blowjob like IÕve seen on the videos I shouldnÕt have watched?Ó She blushed and giggled and went on, ÒSorry, but I donÕt feel up to letting you fuck me yet.Ó She actually used the F word, ÒWeÕre both too sore but if youÕre willingÉÓ How could I refuse such an offer?

Tentatively she took the head of my prick in her mouth and massaged the shaft with her hand. That she knew the technique, I concluded she, like me, had watched a goodly number of porn videos but I didnÕt comment and lay back and enjoyed the incredible sensation of having my first blowjob. ÒIÕm cumming,Ó I warned her but I guessed she knew that and continued to suck until I spurted. When she didnÕt spit it out, I assumed she swallowed my cum and the taste of my sperm didnÕt appear to worry her like I thought it might. In return I suckled her tits and licked her clit until she climaxed and afterwards I lay back and wondered why IÕd been so reluctant to experience the joys of sex before.

An hour later, when the need to use the toilet became urgent, we decided to wash and dress. Because of the need to keep the plaster and bandage dry we werenÕt able to shower but had fun washing each other and were trying to dress when my phone rang. ÒGood morning Mrs. DonahueÉ Stiff but otherwise okayÉ Yes, LornaÕs here and weÕre getting ready to go down for breakfastÉ I pass the phone over. Will you let mother know for me please as there isnÕt too much credit left on this phone for me to call her.Ó Lorna spent longer talking to her mother and at one point strongly indicated that we would stay in Newquay rather than pay the extra fare to return home immediately. I hoped cost wasnÕt the only factor to influence her decision.

Two days later, after Brian and Gwyneth had taken us to see Lands End, and weÕd spent the evening playing cards with them and Jack and Rita, by mutual agreement we decided to have an early night, Lorna claiming that walking with a heavy leg and a crutch against the strong wind on the headland had tired her out. Rita smirked in her know-it-all way but didnÕt comment probably because of her earlier rebuke. The previous evening, the sex had been as heated as it could be without actual penetration and that night we planned to go that one stage further. My back had more-or-less recovered and Lorna felt she could hold her leg out of the way, ÒWe might as well do it because thatÕs what our mothers wanted.Ó She laughed as she said it. Without any urgency, we played with each otherÕs bodies until thoroughly aroused before Lorna cried, ÒDo it Mike, do it. Put it in and make me a woman. Fuck me.Ó Carefully I did so, pausing when my prick felt her hymen and pausing again when it had burst through the membrane. Having read widely on porn sites, I knew what to do. Gently at first and then with greater speed I thrust back and forth until she cried out her climax and, being slow to ejaculate, I continued for another minute or so until finally spurting my semen into her. This set the pattern for the final days of our stay.

On the flight back to London, Lorna remarked, ÒI wonder if weÕd be talking to each other if I hadnÕt fell off that rock and broke my leg. Maybe weÕd still sit without talking and glaring at each other, like with did on the outward flight so maybe lugging this lump around all summer is going to be worthwhile.Ó

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