Chapter 4

Fortunately the last full day of Toby’s and Emma’s stay at Northolt dawned cloudless and warm. The storm had, however, taken its toll on the pool and the boys were occupied for a considerable amount of time during the morning as they painstakingly cleaned it up.

At first Toby had felt somewhat ill-at-ease with the girls after the adventure of the previous night, but finding their behaviour towards him to be perfectly normal, he soon managed to relax and forget it. On the other hand, Andrew and Emma had evidently not forgotten their amorous encounter in the bathroom and seemed closer than ever. There was, however, a little sadness amongst the group that their idyll together was coming to an end.

‘I think that you should both come over and spend the whole of the next summer holidays with us,’ declared Andrew as they had their last swim of the day.

‘What a lovely idea!’ exclaimed Emma.

‘Yes, isn’t it,’ agreed Natasha, ‘Though I’m not sure what Mummy would think about it.’

‘We shall have to work on her,’ said Andrew determinedly.

‘I wouldn’t be able to come for the whole of the summer though,’ sighed Toby sadly, ‘We’re going to Canada for a month next year, remember?’

‘So you are. Perhaps it’ll have to wait until the year after instead,’ suggested Natasha.

‘I wonder what we’ll all be like in two years from now,’ said Toby, ‘Can you believe that we’ll be eighteen?’

‘God, Eighteen ... doesn’t it seem an age away?’ sighed Natasha, ‘I don’t think I can quite imagine it really.’

‘Will we feel the same do you think?’ asked Emma.

‘I hope so,’ responded Andrew, swimming up and putting his arms round her, ‘I can’t think how you could possibly feel any nicer than you do right now though.’

‘You fool,’ laughed Emma, ‘That wasn’t what I meant at all.’

‘No, I know,’ chuckled Andrew, Then with a touch of seriousness, as he looked deep into her eyes, ‘I hope we will feel the same ... about certain things anyway.’

Their mouths met in a long lingering kiss.

The previous night, when Andrew had finally got into bed, Toby had been presented with a mammoth erection to deal with as a direct result of his erotic interlude in the bathroom. It therefore came as no surprise when Andrew indicated that he intended to spend some more time alone with Emma on their last night together, so Toby had first shower and getting into bed on his own he soon fell asleep.

Natasha, too, was aware of what her girlfriend and her brother had in mind, so she shared the bathroom amicably with Toby before getting back into her lurid novel. She was in a world of her own, with her hand busy between her thighs, when she suddenly realised that Andrew and Emma were standing in the bathroom doorway. Both of them were looking flushed and Emma was holding her baby doll pyjamas in one hand. In her other was Andrew’s erection. The two of them looked at Natasha appealingly. She understood at once.

‘Oh, it’s tonight,’ she said simply.

‘Our one and only chance,’ explained Andrew quietly, holding up the final contraceptive, ‘Heaven only knows how we’ll ever get hold of one of these again and what with Emma going away on holiday, we shan’t see each other again until after term begins anyway.’

Natasha got out of bed.

‘Look,’ she said, ‘You must have my bed. I can’t have the two of you losing your virginity on the floor in the bathroom!’

‘You’re the greatest Natty,’ said Andrew gratefully, delighted by her reaction, though not totally surprised, for it was typical of her generous nature.

Emma smiled at her and Natasha, hopping out of bed, held out her arms. The girls embraced one another briefly.

‘Does Toby know what you’re up to?’ asked Natasha.

‘I sneaked a look round the door a while ago and I think he’s asleep,’ replied Andrew.

‘I can move in with him then. He shouldn’t be any trouble,’ Natasha giggled, ‘If he wakes up I can always pretend that I’m you.’

‘You might find that a little bit difficult,’ admitted Andrew with a somewhat guilty grin.

‘Why’s that?’

‘Because of what he’s in the habit of doing to me when he wakes up.’

‘Oh Andrew,’ laughed Natasha,’That’s typical.’

‘Sorry,’ apologised her brother, shrugging his shoulders, ‘We’ve been doing it to each other for so long now whenever we share a bed that it’s kind of become automatic.’

‘It looks as if I’m in for some fun anyway,’ observed Natasha, ‘So I’d better go prepared.’

Reaching into her bedside cabinet she took out the bottle of baby oil that lived there. Both Andrew and Emma chuckled.

‘You are a scream Natasha,’ whispered Emma.

‘Got to make the most of your opportunities,’ commented Natasha philosophically, ‘Now have fun you two. I shall want to know all the gory details tomorrow morning.’

‘That figures,’ laughed Andrew, ‘Will we tell her, Em?’

‘Oh yes,’ replied Emma, nodding vigorously, ‘Because she’s very special to both of us, isn’t she?’

‘Yes, that’s true,’ agreed Andrew, looking fondly at his twin.

‘Are you going to tell Toby?’ asked Natasha.

Emma looked at Andrew and shook her head slightly.

‘Well, not immediately,’ agreed Andrew.

‘OK,’ decided Natasha, ‘In that case I’ll just tell him that you wanted to spend your last night together, if he asks what you’re up to.’

‘Thanks Natasha,’ said Emma, squeezing her arm affectionately.

‘Now, you be gentle with her, twin,’ Natasha warned her brother, wagging her finger at him, ‘She’s my best friend in all the world and if you hurt her with that thing you’ll leave me with no alternative but to chop it off.’

Andrew winced at the thought.

‘Yes, of course I will. I happen to love her very much.’

Natasha grinned encouragingly at Emma and crossing the threshold into the bathroom she closed the door quietly behind her. Moving over to the wash-hand basins in the darkness she reached up and turned on the lights over the mirrors. Quickly she tied her long blonde hair back into a pony tail and swirling it up onto the top of her head, she deftly pinned it into a bun. Uncapping the oil bottle, she applied a light coating to her right hand and turning out the light, she carefully made her way into Andrew’s bedroom. Drawing no response from Toby when she whispered his name, she chuckled quietly to herself and pushing the door to, she clicked it shut by leaning against it with her bottom. Moving slowly around the bed in the darkness, she pushed back the covers and slid in behind the slumbering form.

Toby, lying on his side, was fast asleep and Natasha slowly inched herself towards him. Reaching over his motionless form, she moved her hand downward until she encountered his flaccid penis. Gently easing back the foreskin she began to caress him and sure enough, he gradually grew and hardened in her hand. She then began a slow regular movement up and down the shaft, but Toby remained motionless, apparently oblivious to the treatment that he was receiving. Natasha continued to caress him for a long while and was beginning to come to the conclusion that it was a wasted effort. Then, suddenly, Toby’s penis began to jerk and twitch and hot sticky fluid ran into her hand.

‘Oh, Andrew,’ groaned its owner, waking in the midst of his orgasm, ‘Oh, that feels so great.’

Natasha managed to restrain herself from breaking into fits of giggles and said nothing. Toby lay still for a little while, luxuriating in the aftermath of his orgasm. Then, still under the impression that he was sharing the bed with his best friend, he rolled over onto his back and reached out in the darkness. His hand encountered Natasha’s pubic triangle and he began to grope around in search of the penis that he expected to find. Suddenly he froze. Natasha was absolutely shaking with suppressed laughter.

‘Oh my God!’ gasped Toby, his heart missing a beat.

Slowly his hand travelled upwards until it encountered the soft curve of a breast.

‘Um ... Natasha?’ he queried.

‘Good guess,’ she replied and exploded into fits of giggles, ‘Oh, I so wish that I could have seen your face just then,’ she gasped.

‘Er, why are you here exactly?’ asked Toby, still amazed, ‘And did I dream it or did you just make me come?’

‘No, you didn’t dream it, that was me,’ admitted Natasha with a little chuckle, ‘The reason I’m here is because Andrew and Natasha really wanted to spend their last night together so I gave up my bed. I’m not much into sleeping on the floor, so I decided to crawl in with you instead.’

‘Fantastic,’ breathed the skinny brown-haired young man, ‘I’m awfully glad that you did.’

‘Tell me,’ said Natasha, ‘When you got that nasty shock...,’

‘It was a shock,’ admitted Toby, ‘But hardly a nasty one!’

‘All right then,’ she amended, ‘After you got the shock, what was it you were about to do?’

‘Well, you see, I thought you were Andrew,’ explained Toby.

‘Uh huh.’

‘Well, actually I was going to return the favour and make him come too.’

‘Thought so. You know, I also like to come...,’ she tailed off meaningfully.

‘You’re kidding,’ breathed Toby, his heart beginning to pound with excitement.

By way of reply, Natasha rolled over onto her back, brought her heels up towards her bottom and parted her legs. Toby reached for her sex tentatively and drew in his breath with delight as his fingers encountered a sea of wetness. Natasha lay patiently and waited for him to begin.

Toby paused, ‘The only thing is, Natasha,’ he said in a quiet voice, ‘I don’t know quite which way you’d like me to touch you.’

Chuckling softly, the pretty blonde placed her hand on top of his and showed him. Toby was beside himself with excitement and a while later, when she reached her first orgasm, it was difficult to tell who had enjoyed it more.

‘That was quite beautiful, Toby,’ sighed the girl contentedly, ‘I think I’ll have another one if you wouldn’t mind.’

‘Wouldn’t mind?’ breathed Toby and willingly brought her to a second, third and then a fourth climax, his own excitement mounting steadily all the time.

‘This is marvellous,’ he muttered happily, ‘How many do you usually like to have, Natty?’

‘I don’t honestly know,’ she panted, ‘My arm always gets tired before my pussy does to tell the honest truth.’

‘Will it be all right if I do it some more then?’

‘Oh, yes please.’

Toby continued to caress her and as he did so he rocked his pelvis back and forth in time with the movement of his hand. This caused the sensitive tip of his penis to rub against the side of her leg. Natasha, understanding what was happening, began to gyrate her pelvis against him.

At her seventh orgasm his excitement reached its peak too and tipped him over the brink, causing him to spill his seed against her leg in powerful spurts.

‘Ooh Toby,’ gasped Natasha as she felt it, ‘You naughty boy.’

‘Oh Natasha,’ he whimpered as he came, ‘Oh thank you, thank you so much.’

They lay peacefully together for a while and Natasha, aware of his utter contentment and drowsiness, gently declined Toby’s offer of further caresses. Quickly they drifted off to sleep together, his hand resting lightly on her mound of Venus.

Next door, Andrew whispered endearments to Emma and kissed her softly on the lips. Reaching down between them, he carefully held the condom in place as he slowly drew his relaxing penis from within her body. Their first coupling had been very special; tender, loving and caring on both sides. He kissed her again and was horrified when he felt her lower lip tremble against his own. Pulling back, he looked into her face, just in time to see two large tears well from her eyes and trickle slowly down her cheeks. He buried his face in the pillow beside her and began to cry too, certain that he must have hurt her when she lost her virginity to him.

‘Oh Emma, I’m so sorry,’ he sobbed helplessly, ‘I tried so hard not to hurt you.’

‘Hurt me? You didn’t hurt me,’ she responded in surprise.

‘But you’re crying,’ he wailed, raising his tear-stained face from the pillow.

‘You silly darling,’ she sniffled, ‘That’s because I’m happy. I love you and I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my entire life.’

‘My Emma,’ he gathered her into his arms and kissed her tenderly, ‘I love you too. Very much indeed.’

Emma began to weep again.

‘Now I am crying because I’m upset,’ she gulped, ‘I’m going away tomorrow and I don’t know when I’ll see you again.’

‘I don’t know either,’ sighed Andrew sadly, ‘I’m hoping that I’ll be able to persuade Mummy into having you over to stay again as soon as you get back from Italy, but there’ll only be a couple of days before school starts again.’

‘It would be better than nothing,’ responded Emma, ‘I’ll look forward to it every day that I’m away.’

‘So shall I,’ said Andrew fervently.

‘Shall we be able to make love again when I get back?’

‘Do you really want to?’

‘Oh my God, yes! More than anything else in the world. I thought it was absolutely wonderful. It seemed to symbolize something, didn’t it?’

‘Yes, it did. It was quite different from what I’d imagined,’ said Andrew lovingly, ‘Letting me put myself inside you like that really told me how much you love me.’

‘And putting yourself inside me showed exactly how much you love me too.’

They hugged each other fiercely.

‘I couldn’t possibly have had a nicer first time,’ declared Emma as they lay peacefully together. I shall remember it always, no matter what happens.’

‘Me too,’ sighed Andrew happily, ‘Do you promise it didn’t hurt? Natty told me that Caroline had a terrible first time. She even bled didn’t she?’

‘Yes, that’s absolutely right, Caroline doesn’t like to be reminded of the time she lost her virginity,’ giggled Emma, ‘Mind you it was under rather peculiar circumstances. Didn’t Natty tell you?’

‘No, she didn’t give me the gory details.’

‘Caroline was at some party given by an elder sister of a school friend. She was only thirteen at the time, but you know Caroline, she was pretending to be sixteen.

‘And getting away with it, I expect,’ chuckled Andrew.

‘Oh yes, I think so. Anyway the party got a bit heavy and couples started forming and going away into corners. I think the parents were out or something. Caroline got stuck with this bloke. Do you know, she couldn’t even remember his name? Apparently he wouldn’t take no for an answer and she more-or-less got raped.’

‘How awful, you’d think it would have put her off sex for life.’

Yes, wouldn’t you? It hasn’t seemed to though. She admitted to me not long ago that she’s lost count of the men she’s screwed with.’

‘God!’ exclaimed Andrew, ‘I think that’s awful, actually.’

‘So do I,’ agreed Emma, ‘To Caroline a screw is about as meaningful as a handshake.’

‘That’s why you call it “screwing” I gather.’

‘Exactly. Caroline doesn’t know how to make love - she’s never done it in her life, but screw? I could tell you stories that would make your hair curl.’