Chapter 4

We continued our relationship for the next three years. Loving and making love to Lucy was all I wanted. The boys would come sniffing around, and now and again, Lucy and I would make up a foursome, but none of them really took my fancy. Or hers. When ever we could we would fondle and kiss and play with each other, Saturdays now ended with a trip to the movies at the Multiplex in the Mall, not that we ever saw more than the opening credits. Quality time was at a premium and we worked all sorts of scams to be alone in either one house or the other.

Dad was right, I did fill out and by the early spring of my sixteenth year I was a fully fledged woman. I had grown to be 5 ft 6 ins, I was still on the skinny side, I had a trim flat stomach, a nice waist, narrow hips and good legs. My main asset was my 32 C cup breast. Lucy loved them and they drove the boys wild. I admit to being a tease and wore low cut tops when ever I could, they were tight and did not sag... Lucy was 5 ft 5 ins but bigger all round than me, hip, waist, legs, but not fat at all, she had a 34 B cup breast that was pert and firm. We were both amazed at the size of our nipples. They were massive, not that either of us complained, Lucy said it was because they were hand reared. Loving my childhood sweetheart was a thing of pleasure and gentleness, no room for pain, I soon forgot the red mist.

Mum had taken a job at the same factory as Dad. Roy had taken his 'O' level exams and passed with flying colours, they had a big meeting with the school and it was decided that Roy should do the extra two years and if he got the required standards in his 'A' levels would go on to university. It was a shock to Mum and Dad as nobody in our family on either side had ever gone to university before. They had made no plans and the cost was frightening. I had no such plans at the time and willingly helped around the house to make it easier on Mum. Alex helped bless her, she was still the baby of the family, and Roy took over the gardens, cleaning the cars, the widows and cooking Sunday dinner. He turned out a very reasonable roast. If he was asked he would even slap a bit of paint on a wall.

I had released a monster when I fucked my brother. He was busily working his way through the entire female population of the school. I had hockey practice on Wednesday evening, one of the few things Lucy and I did not do together, I kept track of Roy's progress in the showers. The girls would compare notes. He was good. Very good. He had increased his average one night, so it was claimed, by taking on three at a time. I thought about it and came to the conclusion that as the three who made the claim would not have been short of male company if they wanted it, then it was probably true. His attitude towards Alex and I had changed. He had stopped tickling us and throwing us around. I knew why. He did not trust himself. It was my fault and I tried to make it up to Alex but he was just so strong I could not do the things he did.

I was sitting doing my home work one Friday evening. It was January and cold and wet. Mum and Dad had given Mums old Volvo to Roy when he passed his driving test just before Christmas. We teased him that the car was older than he. It was by two years, but he polished it, and cleaned it, and made it his. Mum travelled to work with Dad and now Roy and I could do the supermarket shopping it saved them a few hours of precious time.

I heard the rattle of the old banger pulling up outside. He had been saying lately that he was going round to see Chris. I assumed that he had meant Christopher Stone, one of his Rugby mates. He walked in the room two minutes later looking rather sheepish. "Um. Hi everyone this is... Um... Christine."

He had bought a girl home. The first time ever. Bloody hell it must be love I thought. I could not see them from my position at the dining table. I stood and smiled and poked my head round the corned of the 'L' shaped room and nearly burst out laughing. Of all the girls, good looking, not good looking, short, fat, thin, black or white I knew he had fucked in the last three years, he had brought home 'The Owl'.

Christine Mainwarring (pronounced Mannering for some reason) was a snob. She talked to no one. If she spoke at all it was in a la-di-da accent only heard once a year in our house and that was the 'The Queens Message to the Nation' at Christmas. She was. at 5 ft 11 ins by far the tallest girl in school, only three inches shorter than Roy. Mid brown hair swept back into a bun, held in place with a cheap plastic comb, no make up, a pink twin set, that is matching round neck top and cardigan left over from the 1950s, blue corduroy slacks and flat brown brogues shoes. To complete the outfit the ever present NHS issue black framed glasses with the biggest lenses I had ever seen, round, 3 ins across each. Massive though they were they sat perpetually on the end of her nose and she peered at the world over the top of them.

"I'll make a cup of tea" I said, fleeing the scene and heading towards the kitchen, the 'tea' ended an octave higher than my normal voice as I struggled not to laugh.

"I'll help" said Alex following close behind. Roy seemed oblivious to our mirth.

Alex stood near the sink and parodied sticking a finger down her throat and heaving "Yuuuuurk" she said. "The Owl?"

"SSSSHHHH" I chided her "Not so loud"

"What is he doing?" She asked

"Fucked if I know" was all I could think. We held on to each other and laughed as silently as we could till the sound of the kettles whistle forced us apart. We returned to the lounge and Roy was in the middle of explaining that Chris would be coming round between now and his exams in June as she was helping him with his Mathematics. Over the next five months she became a fixture, she was still a ridiculous figure but some how she grew on us. Talk in the shower room was that Roy was smitten. He was keeping clear of all the girls, and his cock was locked away, firmly in his trousers. He was certainly working hard at his studies. But too hard to fuck?

It was Alex's thirteenth birthday on the Monday. It was decided, that as Mum and dad would be working overtime, (again) I should organize a party for her on the Saturday before. Roy was going out Friday, celebrating the end of his exams, then he had a rugby match thirty miles away on the Saturday. Alex was not happy and started sulking. Over dinner one night in the week before her party I asked if all her friends had said they would come. She replied that none of them was coming as she had not asked them. Mum was not amused, to say the least. Dad snapped at her and she fled to her room.

"I'll sort her." I gave her five minutes then went up to her.

I knocked on her door. "What's the matter sweetheart?" No answer. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"NO!" Oh well that's a shame, I thought, and walked in anyway.

She lay on her bed looking miserable, I sat beside her. She turned away from me and shrugged my hand away.

"If you talk to me, I may just be able to help, you know." I said

"Its just not fair, I can't do half of what you did," She snapped at me. "You and that lesbo friend of yours"

Shit. Was it that obvious? If rumours were going round school, we may need to stop them before Mum and Dad got to know.

"We're not really lesbians you know, just very good friends who like each others company," I tried to explain. "Its only a bit of fun till the right boys come along. I do date boys you know."

"I can't though can I?" she responded "And I don't suppose I could have a lesbian friend either"

The awful truth dawned on me. She was six months older than I had been when Lucy and I had started our sexual relationship, and that was the same time as I had fucked Roy. Not to mention Lucy's brother and two of his friends.

"Do you want one?" I asked

"No I bloody well don't. All I want is to be able to go to the Mall on Saturday with my friends, have a burger, and go to the movies, that's what I want, not a silly children's party." The truth at last.

"OK" I took her by the hand, "Lets go and tell Mum and Dad then"

We went back down stairs, and with prompts from me, she explained what she wanted. Mum resisted, but I shrugged, and pointed out that she was older than I had been, when I was allowed out down the Mall. Mum said that was different because she was at home and I could call her if I wanted to come home. I volunteered to make the supreme sacrifice and stay at home all day on Saturdays.

Mum frowned "Are you sure Tanya? I know you and Lucy normally go. Could she perhaps go with you?"

"To be honest we are growing out of it, and it would spoil it for Alex knowing I was around. No, Lucy and I could be here, doing our homework, playing some records, that sort of thing." Mum still looked doubtful. "I know that Lucy would not mind if she helped me do the housework and that would leave more time for everyone on the Sunday." That clinched it.

"Well if its all right with you, then I suppose so," she shrugged. "Dad?" He nodded. That was that.

I phoned Lucy. "I am sorry my darling" I was putting on my sad voice "But I am no longer able to go to the Mall with you on Saturdays."

"Oh, why is that?" I could hear her voice starting to crack. I could not be cruel.

"Because you have to come and help me here. I will be all alone, every week, all day maybe, so sad, so lonely"

"Yes! What a result, what happened?" I explained the situation.

"Brilliant, well done Tanya"

Such a change in routine meant a special effort, so I conned mum into a sleep over. Lucy brought her nightwear, and a skirt and a top, to school, and stayed on the bus, so that we arrived at my house together. With Alex, we made dinner for us all, then got stuck into the home work. Mum and Dad came home just after seven, we had dinner, then watched TV a while. Finally with much elaborate stretching, and yawning, we made our excuses and went to bed.

We put our night dresses on, just in case, and dove into bed. Oh glory! Her warm soft body pressed close to mine in the single divan. We kissed and fondled each others breasts; I ran my hands down her flat tummy, to her welcoming cunt. Her clitoris was swollen, and she dripped with cunt juice. I dipped my finger in and brought it to my mouth.

"Greedy" she said, and put her hand down to my cunt, bringing her wet fingers up to her mouth and sucking them one by one. The warmth of her body, the taste of her cunt, the smell of her juices made my head swim. Lucy played with my clit and I played with hers and we both reached a climax. We fell asleep in each others arms. Heaven? It could not be better.

I woke and Lucy had turned over leaving us in the 'spoons' position during the night. Alex was shaking me.

"I am going now" Her face beamed down at me "I made you two some breakfast"

As she put the tray on the dressing table I said "Come here you"

"What's up?" she replied looking worried.

I reached up and kissed her on the forehead, "Don't let Mum and Dad down, keep out of trouble and stay in the Mall, and if you find yourself in a situation you don't like, scream like fuck. The security guards are OK. Keep in with them and don't cause any fuss, and they are a good laugh. Understand?"

"And if all else fails I will lay on my back, open my crack, and think of dear old England" She stood to attention and saluted.

"You little tyke" I laughed and to my surprise she bent and kissed me again, full on the lips. She held the kiss longer than normal and when she released me she had a tear in her eye.

"I love you Tanya, thanks for helping me out" she turned and walked away before I could think of a word to say.

"She's growing up fast" said a voice from under the duvet "best put her on the pill misses, before its to late."

"She knows what she's doing" I sighed "We had a chat in the week. She wanted to know about us. I told her some of it but not all, she is now convinced that we are only 'part time lesbians'. I told her that at least this way we would not get pregnant." Lucy had her arm round my waist. She squeezed me. "She asked about vibrators and I told her they had a place but not to worry about them. Do you think I did right?"

"No telling," she surfaced from under the bedding. "I hear tell of two girls even younger than her who fucked three boys in one afternoon. Don't believe that though do you?"

"Dirty, filthy, immoral, lucky little bastards, I would call them," I giggled

"What's for breakfast."

"Well I know what the second course will be."

We demolished the Cornflakes, toast and fresh orange juice, fighting over the last piece of toast and finally sharing it, by starting at one end each, meeting with a butter and bread crumb kiss in the middle. I needed a piss, I told Lucy, she said 'ditto' and we grinned at each other. We had discovered that nothing enhanced masturbation like a belly full of hot piss first thing in the morning.

I lay on my right side and put my left leg on my right knee my leg at right angles to the bed. Lucy was the direct opposite, on her left side, right foot on left leg, right knee pointing upwards. I reached down and found her clitoris was already swollen and pulsing, she found mine in the same state and we began to slowly masturbate each others warm wet cunts while kissing passionately. My spare hand strayed to her firm 34 b tits and I toyed with the nipple. Taking it in thumb and forefinger I teased and tweaked it till the nipple stood out an inch and a quarter, they were the biggest nipples I had ever seen, mine the second. Lucy was holding my nipple and making circular movements in the air, pulling it so that it flopped about, my 32c tits were hard and not fatty so the movement was all down to the pressure she had on the nipple. It was just on the pain threshold, just as I liked it. I orgasmed slowly, gently and luxuriously, my breath being forced from my body in a wheezing whistle. Lucy was a second after me clamping her thighs on my hand and her lips to my lips. We relaxed and kissed long and slow, this was only the first orgasm, of what we both planned would be a 'climactic' day.