Chapter 1

Simon was despairing about when exactly he was going to lose his virginity. At eighteen years old he was the only left in his social group at college who hadn't lost their virginity in fact he had rarely experienced any sexual contact to speak of and he was getting pissed off listening to his friends stories about their carnal exploits. It wasn't as if Simon wasn't attractive. With deep frustration he would look at himself in the mirror on a daily basis and wonder what was wrong with the girls he met.

Simon was tall approaching six foot two in height. He had a nice broad chest and shoulders and his physique was leaning more to that of an adult rather than a teenage boy. His shoulder length dark wavy hair framed his face and complimented his almond shaped brown eyes. He had been complimented once on his brooding appearance saying that he reminded them of Heathcliffe. Okay, that particular compliment had been delivered by his Aunt Mandy but she had slept with over a hundred and twenty eight people and she was only twenty eight years old, with that kind of fucking success ratio surely she must know what's she's talking about? In fact it was Mandy who had awakened Simon's sexual thought.

There had been a party held at home to celebrate his mother's fortieth birthday. Mandy was his mothers younger sister and she point blank refused to let Simon call her Aunt Mandy.

"God just call me Mandy." She'd exclaimed. "Aunt makes me sound positively prehistoric."

Simon' mother Alison hadn't really approved but when it came to the free spirited Mandy she knew it would be pointless arguing. In terms of outlook and fashion sense Mandy and Alison couldn't have been more different. Alison was quite happy wear plain pants and a blouse whereas Mandy liked to dress provocatively in short dresses and tight jeans with tops that showed off her ample cleavage.

From an early age Simon had been aware that his father Kent didn't appear to have a problem with Mandy, quite the contrary, in fact the pair of them got on really well. Kent was forever teasing her, calling her Randy Mandy or tickling her waist when Alison was out of the room.

It was at his mother's birthday party though when Mandy surpassed her self in Simon's eyes and it was the first time Simon had really noticed Mandy's figure. Mandy had also given him a hard on and although he had tried wanking his cock in the past he had never been able to finish. Mandy unwittingly had played a vital part though in helping him reach that particular milestone in the privacy of his bedroom where he came for the very first time.

Mandy had been twenty three at the time and had arrived at the party in a white ribbed vest and cut off denim shorts that had been obviously cut strategically with the scissors so that a glimpse of her pert buttocks was visible. She had also brought her latest boyfriend Clive who was only nineteen. A long, tall guy who had his shirt open, he was also covered in tattoos and had a nose piercing. He was what his mother would have described as 'rough'.

Simon had always found family gatherings a real bore but Mandy always managed to maintain his interest which meant that rather than sneaking out of the party to go to his room to play on his Play station to escape his familial boredom, he decided to stay downstairs. That evening Simon observed how Mandy moved within the family circles. Her laugh was contagious and tinkled in the air like a wind chime in the breeze. Later in the evening Mandy instigated a game of Twister and Simon had been unable to take his eyes off her as she bent over in front of him and ended up in such a position that it looked like her face was pressing into his father's crotch. Eventually when eleven o clock arrived, and much to Simons chagrin, Alison had insisted that he went to bed.

"I don't know what's got into you this evening." She'd exclaimed, "We normally can't drag you out of your room."

Simon could have melted with embarrassment. Why did his mother have to be such a drag? Sulkily Simon climbed the stairs stamping his feet on each step. Reaching his bedroom he went in and slammed the door for effect. Throwing himself onto his bed for a few minutes Simon inwardly continued to rant against the injustice of his life before his anger slowly subsided and his mind was replaced with thoughts of Mandy. God she was fit, when he was older he was going to have a girlfriend just like her. He closed his eyes and started to imagine Mandy without any clothes on. In his minds eye she was stood in a pose like he had seen the models do in lad's magazines and then he imagined her bent over a Ferrari and looking at him licking her lips. As he allowed his imagination to run freely, Simon's fantasy was interrupted by Mandy's giggles from the landing outside, then he heard the murmur of a male voice who Simon assumed must be Clive.

"Sshhh" Mandy whispered.

Simon heard the bathroom door open and shut. The bathroom was adjacent with Simon's room and his curiosity was piqued. What was Mandy doing in the bathroom? 'Shagging' a voice involuntarily popped into his head. Simon snapped his eyes closed before opening them again. Slowly he slid out of bed and reached across to his bedside cabinet. He picked up an empty glass and crept across his bedroom before placing the top end of the glass onto the wall and the bottom end to his ear. He couldn't hear anything at first and then he heard Mandy moan. Quickly the moans were replaced with a panting that became more and more frantic until Simon heard Clive groan before it suddenly went silent. He waited a few moments just in case anything else was going to happen but then he heard the bathroom door opening followed by footsteps across the landing.

Undressing, Simon got into bed and lay there replaying the sounds over and over again in his head. Mandy had been shagging! Although part of Simon felt a little appalled and shocked another part of him was excited. He had told all his friends about the incident and it had given him some kudos, he felt that they had finally allowed him into their club.

However, Simon now felt like he'd never really been part of the club at all. Over the years he had given up wanking over Mandy. He hadn't seen her for three years, ever since she'd met Douglas a millionaire who spent most of his days on his yacht in St Tropez. Mandy had jumped at the chance to forge a new life for herself and had disappeared into the proverbial sunset.

Simon was sat at the dining table doing his math's homework when the sound of the doorbell infiltrated his brain that was wrestling with a particularly problematic math's question. His mother opened the door and Simon heard squeals before the door shut and the perpetrator of the noise walked into the room. Simon looked up and there in front of him stood Mandy. Looking just as fit as when he had last seen her only now she sported a deep brown tan.

That evening, Simon didn't really get the chance to speak to Mandy; his mother as always was asking so many questions he couldn't get a word in edgeways. From what he could gauge from the conversation, Douglas the millionaire had turned out to be a perverted control freak and Mandy, unable to cope with it any longer, had planned her escape over a period of two months and now here she was. It wasn't until the next evening that Simon was given the chance to catch up with Mandy for himself.

His mother and father had gone out to a presentation evening at his father's works. Simon had noticed that his father had been completely dumbstruck when he had first seen Mandy but they had quickly resumed their playful banter like they hadn't seen each other for three days not three years.

When Simon got home from football practice Mandy shouted him from the kitchen.

"Simon? I've made some chicken wraps, do you want some?" Her voice trilled.

"Umm yeah." Simon shouted back before running up the stairs two at a time. After having a shower and changing into his grey tracksuit he went downstairs and into the kitchen. He watched as Mandy deftly wrapped chunks of chicken within the tortillas. Placing two on a bed of salad she handed Simon the plate and grinned. "Get stuck in."

"Thanks." Simon found himself smiling easily back at her, that was the thing about Mandy, she had this inherent knack of making you feel comfortable around her. They both walked through to the dining room and sat down.

"So what's new with you?" Mandy asked. "How's college?"

Simon bit into his wrap and shrugged his shoulders. "Its alright I suppose."

"I loved going to college when I was your age." Mandy admitted. "All the parties and getting pissed it was fabulous fun."

Simon shrugged again. "I haven't been to any parties, well not yet."

Mandy pulled a disappointed face. "You're joking? You need to get out there Simon, a good looking lad like you? You should be partying every night."

Suddenly Simon felt inadequate but he was secretly pleased that Mandy thought he was good looking.

"You have that brooding look going on most definitely, in fact you remind me of how I imagine Heathcliffe to look in Wuthering Heights, all dark and brooding, surely you have got a girlfriend?" Mandy raised her eyebrows at him and Simon felt himself blush with embarrassment. He could have lied and said that he had, but lying wasn't in his nature. Finally he shook his head.

"No, I haven't.""

Mandy exhaled loudly. "Jesus. But you must have had a girlfriend at some point?" She persisted.

Once again Simon felt uncomfortable and slightly annoyed that Mandy was pressing the issue. "I've been busy studying; anyway there isn't anyone I fancy, not my own age anyway."

"Ahh, into older women are you? That isn't unusual for someone your age. I always went for the older guys as well when I was eighteen. I wanted guys with experience if you know what I mean?' Mandy smiled and gave Simon a knowing look.

Simon gulped down the last of his chicken wrap nearly choking.

"I guess I do like older women." Simon managed to reply after clearing his throat.