Chapter 1: With A Boy I Hardly Know

‘Now remember I’m trying to relax you, not terrify you. So, if you feel scared or unhappy at any time, just call out stop. If you do, I’ll immediately stand up and step away.’ ‘Thank you,’ Vicky said, ‘I can’t see that happening, but it’s nice to know that you are so considerate.’

‘If I ask you anything that you feel unable to answer at that moment, just say, ‘Later’ and well skip it for a while and try again further on. When you’re ready.’ he said, standing up. Vicky gave him a smile, kicked her shoes off, then stretched out on her front.

Seb sat on the edge just below her hips and rested his hands on the back of her head. He felt her tense up slightly, then as he massaged gently, she relaxed. As he moved down onto her shoulders, he asked, ‘Tell me about your home, and who you live with.’

‘I live with my parents in a rented three bedroomed semi. They moved in twenty-five years ago when they first got married. Until recently my older cousin Allan also lived with us, but he left a few months ago when he reached eighteen.

As he massaged down her back, Seb noticed, and made a mental note of, that she seemed a bit down when she mentioned her cousin Allan. ‘How did your cousin Allan come to be living with you?’ Seb asked as he massaged over her cheeks.

Vicky didn’t answer until he moved on down her legs. ‘That felt strange, but really nice.’ she told him, ‘No one has ever touched me there in such a nice manner before.’ Then remembering the question, she answered, ‘Allans parents live near Brighton on the south coast.’

‘He had lost his job and managed to find one up here somehow. He was turned seventeen at the time and was having difficulty finding lodgings. His parents asked mum and dad if we could put him up until he could find a place of his own.’

‘We hadn’t seen him for years, and when he arrived, he was so different somehow to how we remembered him. But he was nice enough and we soon settled into a new routine with four in the house instead of three.’ Seb reached her feet and started back up.

Vicky continued, ‘He had most of his evening meals with us during the week, and I saw him occasionally at breakfast. But at weekends we hardly ever saw him at all, so things drifted along without any problem. He gave mum some money for his food and lodgings and she did his washing for him. Everyone seemed happy.’

‘How did you get on with him?’ Seb asked as he massaged over the back of her knees. ‘He was three years older than me, so we had different interests, but we chatted occasionally and he was always polite. It wasn’t until five months ago that he changed.’

‘How did he change?’ Seb asked as he moved up onto her cheeks again. ‘Oh, that feels lovely,’ she said, ‘You’re so gentle.’ She remained quiet whilst Seb massaged her cheeks, then as he moved onto her back, she asked, ‘Can I leave answering that for now?’

‘Of course you can,’ Seb told her. ‘How do you get on with your mum and dad?’ ‘Fine,’ she said. ‘As an only child, they spoil me rotten, but they won’t stand any nonsense.’ ‘Am I right in thinking that they have no idea that you’ve had sex?’ Seb asked.

‘Heavens no, they’d be horrified.’ she told him as he reached her head and took his hands off. ‘Turn over please.’ Seb instructed. As she settled on her back, Seb asked how she was finding it. ‘The massage is nice,’ she told him, ‘And apart from one, the questions have been no problem.’

‘I’m going to massage down your front now,’ Seb told her, ‘Just the same as your back. With more questions of course.’ He massaged the front of her head, then as he moved down onto her shoulders, he asked, ‘Can you tell me how long ago it was when you had your first sex.’

‘Four months ago, a month before my fifteenth birthday,’ she answered. Then as Sebs hands moved over her breasts, she drew her breath in sharply and went silent. As he moved off them onto her stomach, she smiled at him and told him, ‘I was scared when you first touched my breasts, but it turned out to be very nice.’