Chapter 2

The four of them passed through the doorway and into the courtyard. Laura paused and looked round appreciatively.

‘You know I really love what Tom and Jackie have done here,’ she said, ‘It’s one of the nicest homes that I have ever visited.’

‘I forgot, you’ve never been here before,’ observed Toby.

‘That’s right. I’ve never found the time. Mind you I’ll be back more often in future now that I know how lovely it is.’

As the three youngsters made straight for the newly enclosed pool, Laura went off towards the house.

‘Where are you going?’ Andrew called after her.

‘For my swimming costume,’ she explained.

‘Highly unnecessary,’ he laughed.

‘And in any case they’re not allowed,’ laughed Emma, ‘You haven’t seen my notice of course.’

Laura shrugged her shoulders and followed them through to the pool area. Quickly the four of them undressed. Toby watched Laura strip out of the corner of his eye and was more than delighted by what he saw revealed. As she was standing in profile he was treated to a fine view of her full round breasts and firm taut buttocks. Because of her colouring, she was covered in freckles from top to toe. Toby marvelled at the satiny sheen of her smooth velvety-looking skin. Whilst Toby was viewing the lady covertly, her nephew had no such inhibitions; he was staring at her quite openly and was highly intrigued by what he noticed.

‘Ooh, Auntie Lol, no pussy hair. How superb,’ he cried.

Laura looked at him resignedly and raised her eyes heavenwards. ‘I knew I should have put on a costume,’ she sighed.

‘Oh no, I love it,’ insisted Andrew, ‘Look, Emma, see how sexy it looks?’

‘Sorry about this,’ laughed Emma apologetically, ‘He’s been going on at me for ages to shave mine off. Now at last he’s found somebody who actually does it.’

‘I’ve shaved mine off for some years actually.’ said Laura, ‘I’m surprised you didn’t know. I have this special boyfriend you see... ‘

‘Like Andrew,’ finished Toby with a grin.

Laura nodded.

‘Just like Andrew.’

‘Is it comfortable and is it easy to do?’ asked Emma.

‘If you don’t do it every couple of days then it tends to itch,’ replied Laura. ‘The top bit’s easy enough, but you have to be very careful when you do around the lips. It gets easier with practice. I do it quite automatically nowadays.’

‘Perhaps I might try it then,’ decided Emma.

‘It doesn’t work for everybody,’ warned Laura, bending over and looking at Emma’s neatly trimmed pubic bush. She reached out her hand and then looked up at the girl.

‘Do you mind if I feel the hair?’ she asked. Emma giggled and nodded her head affirmatively. Laura rubbed her fingers gently across Emma’s mound of Venus.

‘What’s the idea?’ asked Andrew, highly intrigued.

‘I should do a small test patch first, rather than shave it all off at once,’ suggested his aunt.

‘Why’s that?’ enquired the teenager.

‘The hair feels quite strong,’ explained Laura, ‘I had a girlfriend once who decided she’d try it as a surprise for her boyfriend. She came round to my place and I lent her my razor and showed her exactly how to go about it. It was an absolute disaster,’ she giggled at the memory, ‘Because when it was finished she looked exactly like a plucked chicken.’

The three youngsters roared with laughter.

‘My goodness,’ breathed Emma, ‘I’m so glad I talked to you. In that case I’ll be really careful.’

‘That’s such a shame,’ sighed Andrew, looking at his aunt’s naked pubic area approvingly again and shaking his head sadly.

‘Sorry about that buster,’ Emma tousled his hair affectionately. He pulled her to him and planted a big kiss on her lips.

‘Never mind, sexpot. I love you just as you are anyway.’

The four of them got into the water and began swimming about lazily.

‘I always think it feels lovely swimming without a costume,’ Laura observed after a while, ‘Though there aren’t many places where you can go without, especially in the States.’

‘Really?’ Toby was surprised, ‘I thought they were supposed to be very free and easy over there.’

‘Yes, that’s what I had imagined,’ agreed Laura, ‘But oddly enough I find that many of them are actually remarkably prudish.’

The three youngsters digested this piece of information with interest.

‘Hey, Toby,’ said Andrew suddenly, ‘Do you want to have supper here this evening too? You can stay over until tomorrow as well if you like.’

‘That sounds like a lovely idea.’

‘Natasha’s staying with Rupert, as you know, and there’s some party that they’re going to tonight. She and Rupert are dropping by to eat with us though, because she wants to see Lol and she wants him to meet her too of course.’

‘Oh dear,’ said Toby worriedly and his long face told the others exactly how he felt about the prospect of seeing Natasha with her boyfriend.

‘Do stay, Toby,’ cajoled Emma, swimming over and hugging him.

‘You’ll have to get it over and done with sooner or later,’ commented Andrew, ‘You can’t go on avoiding them for the rest of your life.’

‘What’s all this?’ enquired Laura curiously.

‘Well, you see, Toby, and Emma and I come to that, had always rather hoped that he and Natasha would go out together,’ explained Andrew, ‘But when Toby was in Canada on holidays last summer she met Rupert and they’ve been going together ever since. It’s all rather sad really, because Emma and I don’t like him very much. Do we Em?’

Emma shook her head emphatically.

‘Toby keeps out of the way so that he doesn’t have to see either of them,’ she added, ‘We hardly get to see anything of him these days.’

‘Oh, I see. Poor Toby,’ said Laura sympathetically, ‘But Andrew’s right though, you’ll have to face up to them eventually. I’m sure you’ll be all right with the rest of us to support you.’

Toby looked at her with an unhappy expression on his face.

‘And to think I was having such a nice day,’ he groaned.

‘I’ll open one of Dad’s bottles of champagne,’ offered Andrew, ‘If you have enough of that you’ll feel no pain at all.’

‘You will when your father finds out,’ giggled Emma.

‘I tell you what,’ offered Laura. ‘We’ll go to a wine shop and I’ll buy half a dozen bottles. That way none of us will feel any pain. Well, not until tomorrow morning anyway.’

‘Oh Lol,’ laughed Toby, despite himself, ‘You’re marvellous.’

Once they had got out of the water and dried off, Laura disappeared into the house to find a dress to put on, having invited Toby to accompany her on her errand.

‘Isn’t she an absolute darling,’ cried Emma enthusiastically, ‘I wish I had an aunt like that.’

‘Well of course you will have, eventually,’ commented Andrew casually and when Emma worked out what he meant she gave him a big hug.

Toby was dressed and standing beside the car when Laura emerged from the house wearing a green summery dress which matched the colour of her eyes exactly.

‘My, you look super,’ he murmured as he held the driver’s side door open for her.

She smiled at him warmly and dropped a little curtsy.

‘Not bad for an old’un,’ she laughed as she got into the car.

Toby jumped in beside her and gunning the engine she took off down the drive at an enormous rate of knots.

‘I just love this car,’ he laughed, as the breath almost knocked out of him.

Laura grinned and put her foot down, releasing a further surge of power from beneath the bonnet.

When they found out how much half a case of Moet and Chandon would cost, the pair settled on six bottles of Veuve du Vernay instead. Toby insisted that he couldn’t possibly enjoy the champagne having actually seen the price of it. The box stored safely in the boot, they shot off to Doctor Green’s Lane where Toby told his parents what he was doing and threw a few things into his overnight bag.

‘You know I can’t remember the last time he stayed over at the Stevensons,’ said Mary to her husband as they heard the car roar off down the lane.

‘I’m glad,’ commented Charles, ‘I was beginning to think that he was going to pine for Natasha for the rest of his days.’

‘He’s got that sparkle back in his eyes,’ said Mary, ‘I think that tonight he’ll get her out of his system once and for all.’

Meanwhile, Toby had persuaded Laura to take him the long way back to Northolt, to show him just what the car could do. As it hurtled along the country lanes and she threw it into the bends with expert precision, he was beside himself with delight.

‘This is brilliant,’ he shouted over the roar of the wind.

‘Fun, isn’t it,’ she agreed, ‘Does it turn you on too?’

‘Turn me on?’ he repeated.

‘Yes, speed. Turn you on. It does me. Feel,’ she nodded downwards at her lap.

Toby looked at her in amazement and she nodded again. Gingerly he reached over and slipped his hand beneath the edge of her skirt. To his absolute delight he found that she wasn’t wearing any panties. She parted her thighs and he reached between them for her waiting sex. Sure enough, she was absolutely soaking wet. Daringly he slipped his middle finger between her inner lips and then up and across her clitoris in a little circular motion. Her reaction was almost immediate.

‘Whee,’ she cried in delight, ‘Oh, you can keep doing that.’

Toby was more than willing to oblige and by the time that they reached Northolt she was visibly shaking. Turning off the engine she leaned over and kissed him passionately, thrusting her tongue deep into his mouth.

‘Thank you,’ she murmured as their lips parted, ‘That was a wonderful journey.’

He nodded dumbly, quite unable to speak. Her hand brushed gently across his erection which was quite obvious beneath his shorts.

‘You did that really well. You surely can’t still be a virgin?’ she whispered.

He nodded mutely.

‘Not for much longer though I think,’ she flashed him a warm smile and getting out of the car she ran lightly into the house. Moments later, her head appeared round the front door, ‘Oh, Toby,’ she called to the bemused young man who was still sitting in the car, ‘Don’t forget to put the bubbly in the fridge.’ With that she was gone and Toby was left trying to make sense of what had happened.

Slowly he climbed out of the car, retrieved his overnight bag and opened the boot. Balancing the bag on top of the box of bottles he took both into the house and went through to the kitchen. There he found both Emma and Andrew busily engaged on the preparation of supper.

‘Oh great, you’ve got the booze,’ said Andrew, looking up from the cucumber that he was chopping, ‘Do you want to take it out to the laundry and put it in the freezer for a while? I don’t think it’ll be cold enough otherwise.’

‘OK,’ agreed Toby, doing as he was told, ‘We mustn’t forget it though. I’ve a feeling that this sort of stuff explodes if it gets too cold.’

‘What a dreadful waste that would be,’ commented Emma, arranging pieces of lettuce artistically round the outside edge of the olive-wood salad bowl.

‘Have you seen Laura?’ asked Toby.

‘Yes, she stuck her head round the door to see how we were getting on and then said something about going to luxuriate in a hot bath,’ replied Andrew, ‘I think perhaps we tired her out a bit on the tennis court. She is quite old of course.’

‘Don’t you be rude about her,’ said Toby sharply, ‘I happen to think that she’s absolutely terrific.’

Andrew looked at Emma and winked.

‘Hello, ‘ello, what’s this? Did you just hear Toby sticking up for poor old ancient creaking Auntie Lol?’

Emma giggled.

‘It seems as if he’s got a soft spot for her.’

‘A hard spot more likely, knowing him,’ chuckled Andrew, winking again and leering rudely.

‘Some people have a onetrack mind,’ sniffed Toby haughtily, carefully holding his overnight bag in front of him.