Chapter 8

In the morning, Mairead woke with a warm young body entwined around her. A warm body with a solid dick. She was sure he’d probably had an erection all night; he hadn’t, but neither of them knew that for sure. Without thinking, she moved onto her back and opened her legs. Half awake still, her started to enter her. She wasn’t turned on, damp, or read at all; but this was gratitude sex, if there was such a thing. She was grateful for him waiting up, grateful for him preparing some food, grateful for him not forcing her last night – she would have let him; and she was grateful for his warm body on hers now.

A less opportune moment for Mary to look in probably wasn’t possible. She opened the door to see if her mother was back safely, saw the bed was occupied by two people in congress, and quietly shut the door again. As she shut the door, she heard Rupert grunt and groan with his pleasure. Her mother had just received the same sperm that she had! She walked back smiling, though, not jealous. She was surprised at that; surprised at herself.

Not long after she had gone back. The door opened again. “Nice bod.” said Amelie. “Where’s mum?”

“She’s having a shower, she wouldn’t want you to see this.” He meant the situation, not his naked body with the penis showing clear evidence of recent use.

“I’ve seen it before. Relax, I know what you mean. I’ll go. As long as she’s okay, that’s good. Oh, thanks. I’m sure Mum needed that after last night. Perhaps you should tell her Abi hasn’t got a licence, before she finds out by accident.” Amelie left with a broad smile on her face. She liked Rupert, a lot; she actually liked the idea that he – the man who had taken her virginity- was now making her mother happy. She read trashy novels sometimes and this fitted some of the scenarios spelled out in them. It actually turned her on a bit. The one problem with this week was there was never any down time, never any privacy; not safe privacy anyway. She had tried playing with herself in the shower, but even then her ‘flatmate’, as they called each other this week, had wandered into the pod and started to open the door to the bathroom before realising. It didn’t make it easy to satisfy that particular itch if you could be discovered at any moment.

Mairead came out with a towel round her, then let it drop. She had determined that she was too sensitive about her body. It was her body, she was this shape, accept it. That was her new mantra, and she decided to test herself on the boy she was sharing with. Rupert looked and smiled. “You feel better? You look great, Mairead. Listen, there’s something you should know now. Yesterday, when I said Abi had passed her test. That was a lie. I said it for the best of reasons. It was to give you one less thing to worry about. As it happens, Abi did drive back, though I offered. And she did it very well. And there was no harm done. And we were very careful. And if anyone is at fault, it is me.”

Mairead had had a sneaking feeling that something was not right, even last night; she had chosen to ignore that feeling so she could focus on the girl and her broken bones. She should have been angry, she knew that. “Young man, you should never lie to a woman. Remember that. Even for the best of reasons. It becomes a habit and then the woman will never know if you are telling the truth. I understand entirely while you did it, though. Thank you.” She kissed him, his penis came up as he was pulled hard against a naked woman with breasts that (he had found) loved to be sucked and ‘twiddled’. “No, none of that, no time. Tonight, if we can. Then you can go back to lusting after girls of your own age.” She didn’t say ‘my daughters’, that sounded too much like pimping them out; but she did hope that he could at least be faithful to the three girls she knew he had had sex with. No-one had told her about Abi, but she simply realised that, unless Abi was a lesbian, she would not have been excluded from the sex fest on the boat last year. She found herself getting involuntarily wet at the thought of what Rupe had done, and slid her hand down to stroke his increasingly hard penis.

“No, no. As you say, we don’t have time.” Rupert said with commendable resolve. He dived into the shower. The showers each had a heater for each pod, once the tank was emptied and refilled, the water was cold; cold as the mountain streams that came down from the hills – because that’s what fed the water supplies in the pods. He let out a scream as ‘refreshing’ water colder than Arctic ice (he was sure) hit his body and his balls and penis retreated in disarray.

He arrived late for breakfast, Mrs Craft publicly said that people should make an effort to be on time for breakfast. Mary was a little irritated by that and said so to Rupert. “No, it’s fine, she’s just treating me the same as everybody else. Same as she would with you if you were late.” Amelie came over and just said “And we know why you were late...” with a smile.

The trip to Windermere included a planned walk back along the shore. Clearly the girl couldn’t do that with a broken leg, Amelie volunteered to go back on the boat with her. She’d had enough of walking anyway, but this was good idea, so it was accepted. The trip down the lake was fun it was a bigger, busier lake than Derwentwater. At the end, they stayed and returned half way. All the girls except Amelie and the temporarily disabled one got off. Then they walked along the shore, up and over small hills and through fields of sheep (“Are they looking at us? Will they charge?” “No, you’re fine, they are just sheep”) and cows (“I think they are bullocks, Mrs Craft.” “Come on girls, let’s walk a little faster.”). Back at their original departure point, Amelie and the girl sat and watched the world go by and talked boyfriends.