Chapter 6

“Why? What?” Rupert said. He wasn’t being told enough to make sense of what he WAS being told. Abi didn’t elucidate. Later the previous night, during a visit to another bar, Sinead had admitted to Mary that she had doubts.

“What sort of doubts? Doubts about Sammy?” Mary looked across at the large boy downing a pint of Smethwick’s; she’d understand if Sinead had doubts, she didn’t see anything in the boy. He was surrounded by cousins who looked like they’d just left a UDR roadblock to join the party. In fact only one of them was in the RUC – or PSNI as they had to call it now; and he HAD just come from an observation post near Belfast. “He is a bit -”

“A bit what?” Sinead said, bristling. She’d had this kind of conversation too often before.

“Nothing. What doubts?”

“Well, about what to do. I know, you know, the theory. But he’s never done anything for me. I didn’t trust him not to go too far. What should I ask him to do? What should I do?”

Mary was quiet for a little while, then she said “You should make sure he does as much for you as you do for him. If you want to be fingered, then make damn sure he does.” Sinead grimaced a little. “If you want him to lick you out then don’t suck him off until he does.” Sinead made a noise. “What?”

“Well, I mean, I’ve played with his thing, but not ... what did you call it? Suck him off.” Mary was sure that she had heard that Rupert had said that Sammy had said she had done that. “And, well, that other thing, licking me. Do people really do that? I mean I pee there too. I couldn’t ask for that, could I?”

“Oh, darlin’ you have no idea. You need a lesson before it’s too late. You need to know what to do, and you need to know what you like. I mean it!”

“I think I heard something about you and Rupert? I know he’s a lovely boy, but I couldn’t.”

“Not with him you silly! With me!”

“And me! What are we talking about?” Amelie had come over.

“Sex. Sinead only knows about standard missionary I think. She needs some alternatives.”

“Oh Mary! Why don’t we tell everybody?!”

“Tell us what?” Abigail was there, like a magnet, the three had been drawn towards each other. They had some kind of mind-meld when an adventure was in the offing. It was fun; and protection in case one of them bit off more than they could chew – Amelie had laughed long and loud at that when she’d heard it. She suggested that biting it off and chewing was poor foreplay. When Abigail heard, they started to plan. “No more drink. Drink makes you flaccid and floppy.”

“I haven’t got a cock to be floppy.” Sinead said, looking over at her husband-to-be and wondering when he had given up on the idea of ‘not drinking too much before tomorrow’. He was lying on the floor having a bottle of beer poured into his open mouth from six feet up. Most of it was missing.

The civilised evening pub crawl was rapidly declining to a normal drunken foray. The four girls left quietly, leaving some of the other females who were up for one night stands with drunken louts on the pre-wedding night. Back at the hotel, they got white wine from the bar and went up to Sinead’s room. As the wife-to-be, she had been given a large room with a sumptuous bed and a bathroom with walk in shower, large bath and bidet. “Two toilets? That one hasn’t got a seat!” Amelie said. The others laughed and explained what it was for. “No, really? Is this a wind up? Honestly? I mean, wouldn’t the water be cold?”

“Look,” Sinead ran it for a while so it warmed, then turned it to fountain. “See?”

“Ooo, I like it.”

“You can try it if you like.” Sinead said with a smile. Amelie thought she might, but later; with the door closed. “Oh, no; we all have to watch.” Sinead had had enough to drink to lose some of her faux-respectability. She’d already admitted she didn’t know enough about sex, she wouldn’t have said anything to anybody normally. Mary leant in and kissed her. “What? What are you doing?”

“I’m giving you an extra wedding present. These two can go, I’ll stay and help you with something.”

“Oh no, we’re staying.” Amelie and Abigail said together. All three had played with each other before, they would all help Sinead. Amelie kissed her, then Abigail did. Totally sober, Sinead would never have allowed it, she would never have admitted that she had tuned in to films to see the same naked girls that Sammy had. She liked seeing men too, but she was definitely interested in the girls. She saw Sammy salivate at the girl’s bouncing breasts as they ran from (or to) something, and she would watch silently but with more than intellectual interest. Sinead, therefore, freed from the normal rules of her group, returned the kisses happily. That was the green flag that was needed.

Sinead found herself overwhelmed with hands; hands and mouths. Kisses on her neck and mouth, hands on her arms, legs, breasts, and hair. They were all still standing. She felt a pair of hands starting to pull down her tights, her pants came down with them; but instead of removing them completely, they reached her knees and then warm wet lips from a girl’s face met the warm, already wet lips between her legs. “Ooooh!” was all she managed as she was kissed and nipped by someone for the first time. A tongue slid inside and touched, just touched, her clitoris; she felt her legs give way and she collapsed to the floor.

Now it felt like the hands were everywhere; her top was pulled off – it hadn’t hidden much to be honest as it was low cut and showed her bust in the best light possible. Experienced fingers reached behind and unclipped the strapless white bra. She was the only girl in the room who could legitimately wear white to her wedding; even with all that was about to happen, she’d still be virginally pure to the church. Only full penis-deep-inside-her-sex counted; and the priest assumed that had happened too – but he didn’t want to know. Ironical then that she was planning to wear cream with green flashes. Boys might have fumbled with the clips, but these three girls were all well versed in undoing bras without being able to see. Her breasts bounced slightly as they were fully exposed, and Sinead had a momentary feeling that ‘lesbian sex’ was forbidden by some rule of the church. She forgot that thought as her knickers and shoes came off together.

Three girls picked her up and dumped her on the bed; they were about to restart on her but she said “No, you three too.” Meaning that she did not want to be the only one unclothed. Mary, Abigail and Amelie undressed whilst Sinead pulled off her skirt and got into the bed. The cotton sheets were cold to the touch. Amelie slid in beside her, and Sinead pulled her on top, she liked that feeling. “I’ve never had a naked girl in my bed. Not since I was five. We played show and don’t tell then. We got caught for not having our pyjamas on.”