Chapter 6

Toby and Andrew went through the lounge and bid Tom and Jackie goodnight before making their way to Andrew’s bedroom. They quickly stripped off and went through into the bathroom where they found Emma drying herself off and Natasha sitting in the bath.

‘Oh my,’ sighed Toby, looking at the two naked girls approvingly, ‘I bet there aren’t many Stage Managers who get to see the prettiest members of their cast starkers.’

‘They would if they worked in a stripclub,’ quipped Emma.

‘Hay,’ chuckled Andrew, ‘Don’t give him ideas, he’ll be taking off for the grimier parts of Soho.’

‘I wonder if the wages are any good,’ mused Toby. Natasha stood up and started flicking droplets of water from her body, at which point he decided that perhaps it didn’t matter if they were.

‘Do you want first shower?’ asked Andrew.

‘No, you go ahead, I’ll have thirdhand bath water I think,’ said Toby with a chuckle.

‘It’s got YSL oil in it,’ giggled Natasha, ‘You’ll smell gorgeous.’

‘Ooh, so it has,’ laughed Toby, scooping up a palmful and sniffing, ‘It’ll remind me of you and I won’t be able to sleep.’

Although Natasha didn’t say anything in answer to his comment, Toby noticed that she flushed with pleasure.

The girls were ready for bed by the time Andrew came out of the shower. He and Emma kissed each other passionately.

‘I’ll miss you, knowing you’re only next door,’ he murmured.

‘Never mind, I promise I’ll make up for it tomorrow night,’ she whispered in return and with that she and Natasha were gone and the door closed behind them.

Toby got out of the bath and both young men towelled themselves dry briskly before moving over to the basins to brush their teeth. Hanging their towels on the heated rail, they went through into Andrew’s bedroom and got into bed together.

‘You know I wish I could suss out exactly what Emma’s playing at,’ muttered Andrew.

‘It’s strange, isn’t it,’ agreed Toby, ‘Hey, you know this is just like old times. We haven’t shared a bed for ages.’

‘Toby, you’re a genius!’ exclaimed Andrew immediately.

‘I am?’

‘Yes. You just gave me the answer.’

‘The answer to what?’

‘You said that we haven’t shared a bed for ages.’

‘Well we haven’t.’

‘No, and neither have Tasha and Emma since Emma finally got used to the fact that Mummy and Daddy don’t mind us spending the night together.’

‘So?’

‘What did naughty Nat and erotic Em used to get up to when they went to bed together?’ enquired Andrew with a wicked laugh.

‘Ooh, yes of course. So they did,’ breathed Toby.

‘That’s what Emma’s up to. She’s going to try seducing Tasha.’

‘Crumbs,’ Toby licked his lips, ‘Will she succeed do you reckon?’

‘Yesterday I would have said she wouldn’t. Today I’m not so sure. Nat was so much more like her old self tonight, wasn’t she?’

‘She certainly was. Cor, would I like to be a fly on the wall next door.’

‘Quite an erotic thought, isn’t it?’

‘Mmm,’ Toby shivered.

Andrew rolled onto his side and his hand disappeared beneath the bedclothes. Toby’s eyes widened and he gave a little gasp.

‘Sorry,’ murmured Andrew, ‘I didn’t think you’d mind.’

‘Mind,’ repeated Toby with a chuckle as he reached out to return the compliment, ‘No, of course I don’t mind.’

‘Oh good,’ sighed Andrew, a smile of pleasure spreading across his face, ‘Hang on a second, I always think it’s so much better with baby oil.’

In the next room Natasha turned off the bedside light and settled down in bed beside her friend.

‘Brr,’ shivered Emma, ‘I do miss my electric blanket.’

‘You big softy. It’s much warmer here than at the farm though, isn’t it?’

‘Well, that’s true,’ agreed Emma, ‘But you see when Andrew and I are in bed together we don’t exactly lie on separate sides of the mattress.’

‘No, I imagine you wouldn’t,’ giggled Natasha, ‘You can snuggle up to me if you want to.’

‘Ooh, thanks Tasha,’ responded Emma gratefully, shuffling over until she came into contact with the warm body of her friend, ‘Mmm, that’s much better.’

‘Coo, yes, you do feel cold,’ agreed Natasha and the two girls moved even closer together.

Natasha was lying on her side and Emma was aware of her breasts pressing against her left arm. She could feel Natasha’s soft breath against her cheek. It was all she could do to stifle the desire to seek out Natasha’s mouth with her own. Slowly, slowly, she bent her right leg at the knee and inched her right arm downwards until her fingers came in contact with her neatly trimmed pubic mound. Gently she parted the outer lips of her sex and curled her middle finger into her vagina. As she had expected, she was lubricating copiously and she spread the sticky moistness up across her clitoris. With a soft insistent action she began to masturbate very very gently, allowing her thoughts to travel back to the times when she and Natasha used to make love together. The level of her arousal increased quickly and she could feel her heart beating strongly beneath her left breast. She knew that she was not far from orgasm and instinctively her hand began to move more quickly.

‘Emma,’ whispered Natasha’s voice sleepily, ‘Are you doing what I think you’re doing?’

‘Yes, I expect so.’ murmured Emma casually, never missing a stroke.

‘Is it good?’

‘Oh yes,’ sighed Emma happily, ‘It’s always good.’

‘Are you thinking about Andrew?’

‘No, I’m not as a matter of fact.’

‘That’s funny. Somehow I didn’t think you were.’

There was silence and Emma kept on caressing herself steadily while she waited for Natasha’s next question.

‘Emma, you’re thinking about me, aren’t you?’ asked Natasha unsteadily.

‘Yes,’ whispered Emma.

Natasha drew in her breath sharply and a moment later she brushed Emma’s hand away from her sex and replaced it with her own. Emma came almost immediately. She reached over to her friend and quite soon afterwards so did Natasha.

They made love for what seemed like forever. Natasha moaned, gasped, sobbed, whimpered and finally wept before falling into a deep sleep. Emma was awoken later to find her friend clinging to her. They made love again. Natasha cried some more and then she talked. Talked as perhaps she never had before, pouring out all her heartache and misery to her friend, sniffling and sobbing as she did so. Emma stroked her, calmed her and soothed her. They made love yet again and then fell asleep until dawn.

When Emma next awoke she found that Natasha’s light was on and her friend was examining her face in the mirror.

‘Oh, I look awful don’t I?’ she wailed when she realised that Emma was awake.

‘Well, only a bit awful, but how do you feel?’

Natasha collapsed back against her pillows and sighed contentedly.

‘Dear sweet darling Emma, so very much better. It’s as if somebody has lifted a ton weight off my shoulders.’

‘Good,’ said Emma. ‘Now go to the bathroom and wash your face with cold water. We’ve an hour before we have to get up and I can think of a very good way of passing it.’

If anybody noticed that Natasha’s eyes were swollen when she bounced happily into the kitchen for breakfast that morning, then they tactfully refrained from saying so. What nobody could fail to notice was the extreme sunniness of her disposition as she chattered away nineteen-to-the-dozen throughout the meal.

‘Stop waving your spoon about and eat your Cornflakes,’ laughed Jackie eventually, ‘You’ll make everyone late.’

As Toby and Andrew headed towards the city, having dropped the girls off at Benningford Hall, Toby shook his head in wonder.

‘What a transformation,’ he exclaimed.

‘It certainly is,’ agreed his friend.

‘Did you get a chance to talk to Emma?’

‘No, not really. All she did was laugh and promise that she’d tell me all about it in bed tonight.’

‘So something did happen then.’

‘Yes, I guess it must have done.’

Thus Toby had to wait until Saturday morning to learn what had taken place. He and Andrew met up at break time and he was spellbound as his friend put him in the picture.

‘They’re just as bad as they were a couple of years ago,’ laughed Andrew as he finished his story. ‘The minute I got out of bed this morning to get ready for school, Emma was in to have it away with Tasha yet again.’

‘Cor,’ breathed Toby, ‘How stupendous. Just the thought of those two making it with each other causes me to go weak at the knees.’

‘Me too,’ chuckled Andrew, ‘Emma says I’m as perverted as they are because I approve.’

‘I say, I hope you didn’t mention what we got up to,’ said Toby, flushing slightly at the memory.

‘Uh sorry Tobe, I did as a matter of fact. She asked me, you see, and I don’t like to lie.’

‘Oh, Andrew.’

‘I shouldn’t worry if I were you. She made herself come twice while I was telling her, so I guess she quite liked the idea.’

Toby grinned.

‘In that case I suppose I can hardly complain.’

‘Listen, would you like to come over this afternoon to help us work on the play some more?’

‘Gosh yes, I’d love to. I’m pretty sure that I can have the car this afternoon, but I’ll have to be back for supper because I’m baby-sitting Katy.’

‘Terrific. I wasn’t about to offer to put you up for the night again anyway, because much as I enjoyed your company the other night, I’ve decided I like Emma’s rather better.’

‘Can’t say I blame you,’ laughed Toby, ‘So would I given the choice.’

Toby went over to Northolt on Saturday afternoon and the four of them worked steadily until the early evening. He was invited to return again on Sunday but had to decline most regretfully, on the grounds that he had so much school work to catch up on that his whole day was spoken for. The high point of the entire weekend for him came when Natasha followed him out to the car and kissed him warmly, full on the lips, as he was about to leave.

‘You’ve been very sweet Toby, thank you,’ she said simply, before turning and running back into the house to get out of the rain.

As he drove along, light of heart, Toby reflected that perhaps her thanks were not only for the help that he was giving with ‘The Miser’.

Shortly after four-fifteen on the following Monday afternoon, Natasha and Emma arrived at the College Assembly Hall, accompanied by Samantha West, the third member of the trio from Benningford Hall. Toby was waiting at the door to greet them and their arrival caused much interest and speculation amongst the boys who were already gathering for the auditions, which were scheduled to begin at half past four.

Full of devilment, both Natasha and Emma insisted on kissing him hello which brought forth a series of whistles and catcalls from the assembled multitudes. Toby flushed with embarrassment, though he realised that his stock within the school had undoubtedly risen a few points as a result of the display.