Chapter 3

Justin called around to pick up Angela the next day after lunch. He wanted to forget all about last night, at least the bit after he'd dropped off Angela and headed around to the Benmore's.

The day was fine and warm and Justin sucked in his breath when she came to the gate. She was wearing a pair of tight shorts that accentuated her shapely legs. She wore what was no more than a bikini top, presenting him with two cone-like visions. She was *very* hot!

As an afterthought, she waved at the window where he imagined a curious mother was checking him out. She smiled and asked him where they were going.

The park? he suggested, diplomatically, or maybe the river where he knew they would find seclusion? She suggested the mall first, because she wanted to go window shopping. Justin sighed inwardly. It didn't sound too romantic to him. More like something an 'established' couple would do. He didn't feel he had much choice, though, so he agreed.

Angela towed Justin into several shops and asked his advice on several things. He tried to sound interested and hide his boredom. After a while he bought them both ice-creams and sat at one of the tables above the bus stops. From there Justin could indulge his *other* pastime, watching people.

He spied Chrissie with some of her friends. A guy with baggy shorts seemed to be paying attention to her. She was laughing at something he'd said and digging him in the ribs. Strangely, Justin felt a twinge of jealousy.

"Penny for them," Angela said as she leaned over the parapet beside him. "There's Chrissie!" she told him, a little suspiciously, "and that's Jill's brother. They've been friends since they were kids. Did you think they were dating?"

"Don't know, don't care," he said with a shrug.

"He's gay," she told him with a chuckle, "everyone know's it! Y'know," she looked at him, "if you'd rather hang out with Chrissie..."

"No!" he told her emphatically, "I was just curious, that's all!"

Justin didn't want to screw up again. Now that everything appeared to be going so well with Angela.

"Cool!" she managed a shy smile, "I know she likes you," she added.

"She does?"

"Sure. At least that's what I heard. She and Jill's brother tell each other everything. Jill's a real gossip."

"Oh!"

Justin felt uncomfortable. There were far too many threads of information passing around for his liking. What if Chrissie told that guy about he and Sharon? It probably would spell the end of himself and Angela. He shifted subjects.

Justin tactfully suggested they go for a drive. His mouth went dry as she sat low in the passenger's seat, her tanned legs before her, slightly parted. He shot looks at her, his eyes flicked to her crotch when she wasn't looking. The tight fabric stretched over her prominent mound.

They drove to the riverbank and parked near one of the swimming holes. Justin didn't want to push his luck and stop among the towering fennel where they couldn't be seen.

They sat for a while chatting. Then, hand in hand, they strolled down to the water. Some families were having a picnic, kids were laughing and splashing in the river a little way away. Justin felt Angela at ease with him.

They walked over the stones, had a flat-pebble skimming contest. Justin could skip his clear across the river and land with a clatter on the opposite bank. She called him a 'show off' and next time she tickled his ribs as he was about to toss.

He tickled her back and soon they began to arm wrestle, cheeks flushed and laughing out loud. Eventually, Justin pinned her down on her back on the grass bank. She tried to kick his legs away, at last succeeded and he fell on top of her.

Finally Justin was lying between her legs, crotch to crotch. He felt the hard ridge of her pubic bone with the pipe of his semi-erect cock. He fell on her lips and kissed her hard and thoroughly. She held the back of his head and kissed back enthusiastically. His fingers drifted from her armpits, where he'd been tickling her, to her sides. His thumbs skirted her breasts, he felt a hint of soft flesh confined in her bikini top.

She raised no objection as he eased his thumbs under the straps. Still kissing passionately he wormed his way beneath the cups. He felt her hands pulling up his shirt at the back, cool smooth fingers caressed his back.

As his searching finger discovered her nipple, his cock expanded rapidly in his sweats. She wriggled involuntarily, the heat from her crotch enveloped him with growing lust. She stifled a gasp, gripped his back and ground herself against him.

He kissed into her little cleavage, licked and sucked her flesh between his lips. He manipulated a tit so the nipple poked out her top. He tasted it with his tongue and nipped it with his teeth.

Angela shivered and gasped again. Her breathing was coming in rasps.

"Wait, no!" she panted, as he pulled down her cup.

He drew away and looked down at her. She was flushed and urgent, one breast exposed, the nipple puckered and moist from his saliva. Her chest heaved with her breathing. She was utterly desirable, Justin thought.

"I can't!" she wailed, "please!"

Her hands were now gripping the cheeks of his arse. She was still slowly undulating against him.

"I want you," Justin told her thickly.

"I know, I'm sorry!" she told him, "it's not... it's just... Can you get off me? Please Justin?"

Reluctantly he rolled off her onto his side. She looked up at the sky, calming her breathing. Absently she pulled the cup of her top back over her tit and nestled it back into place.

"Wow!" she said suddenly, as if just hit with a sudden thought. "That was *so* hot!" she smiled.

"Yes," agreed Justin, "you're so sexy!"

"So are you Justin!" she told him, "I, I almost lost it. God! I could have got pregnant!"

The reason for her reluctance to go any further was clear. A new strategy dawned in Justin's mind. If he could assure her she wouldn't get knocked up, well, he imagined the possibilities.

"Angela, I wouldn't get you pregnant!" he told her with as much conviction as he could manage.

The truth is, if she'd 'yes' he'd never have hesitated and the Devil take the consequences.

"But that doesn't mean we still can't have a bit of fun," he told her.

Giggling, she asked him what he had in mind?

"A little playing? As long as we don't actually 'do it' then you're safe."

He pressed the point with a little peck on her lips. She didn't seem unreceptive. She told him that she wasn't going to do anything here on the river bank. Not with a bunch of people just around the bend in the river.

"How about going to my place?"

After considering it for a while, she told him she didn't know him well enough to trust him that far. Justin felt his sex life receding into the distance. For the time being they decided to go for a swim.

Angela peeled off her shorts to reveal matching bikini bottoms. They cut sharply up revealing a good part of her thighs. Justin waded into the water in his shorts, it being a hot day he figured they'd dry out.

They splashed and chased each other through the shallows and lay on the stream bed feeling the current wash over them. Gradually they moved over into deeper water where the current swirled slowly with the back wash. The river was a pale green with oxygen bubbles drifting and popping on the surface. If you stood, the water came no higher than one's chest. They bobbed down so their shoulders were under water.

"Hmm, nice," Angela told him, fanning the water with her arms just below the surface.

Justin looked into her face, strands of her hair clung to her face like some cosmetic ad model. Despite the cool water, Justin stirred at the sight.

"Very nice," he agreed, emphasising the double entendre with a grin.

She smiled in pleasure, batting her eyelids at him self-consciously. Justin advanced on her, bobbing in the current ripples. She stood her ground and received him by putting her arms around his waist. Justin moved in quickly and kissed her.

They held each other as they kissed some more. Justin's arms were around her back, her hands were on his shoulder blades. In the moving waters their bodies bumped together. Justin felt her breasts prodding his chest, Angela felt his thighs brush hers.

Justin's hand travelled the length of her back until he felt the fabric of her bikini bottoms. A finger sought the cleft of her arse, at first over her pants, but gradually it wormed its way under the fabric. Angela instinctively clenched her arse cheeks.

She stifled a moan, her hands flew to Justin's butt and held him tight against her. Despite the coolness of the water, Justin could feel the heat flowing from her. Chuckling, she sucked his lip and grinned mischievously. Justin felt her hands insinuate themselves under the elastic of his baggy shorts.

Justin tried to push his hand into her pants, but could only get as far as the first knuckle, they were so tight.

"Ha, ha," she whispered in his ear in mock triumph.

Her hands, though, continued to explore his arse. Justin shivered with the sensations. Gradually they moved around, over his hips, and tantalisingly close to his engorged organ.

"Oh!" she gasped in surprise.

Justin felt his knob come in contact with her thumb. She touched the head with her nail and sensed his cock jump. Her giggling died on her lips. She replaced it with an expression of curiosity.

"Justin! You..." she started to say, "you're big!" she whispered in astonishment.

"What'd you expect?" he whispered back.

"Um, dunno," she replied in confusion, "sorry!"

"For?"

"Well... it must be... uncomfortable, I guess," she told him, uncertainly.

"It's ok," he reassured her, "quite nice, really," he grinned back.

Her hands continued to explore him. She eased her hand around it, and felt the domes on his shorts snap open with the strain. Giggling, she grabbed him with both hands and pressed against it with her body.

Angela stifled a laugh. She didn't appear to know what her 'proper' reaction should be. Instead she drifted between laughter, concentration and wonderment. She began to stroke him lightly with her fingers.

"What are you thinking?" he asked her.

"Never you mind!" she teased, an 'old fashioned' look on her face. After a pause she told him, "just thinking... how hot you are... that's all!"

"That's funny," he replied, "I was thinking the same thing about you!"

After a while they emerged from the water with their arms around each other. Justin ask her to pause while he fixed up his pants. He explained he needed a little time before he could safely rejoin the public. Angela fetched a towel from the car and wrapped it around his waist. She didn't, she said, want all the girls getting jealous.

"Chrissie would wet her pants," she told him chuckling.

"She would?" he asked her, fascinated.

She dug him in the ribs with her elbow.

"Don't push your luck, Buster!"

Angela refused to go home with Justin. They had a 'serious' talk on the way back to her house.

"It's not that I don't trust you, Justin," she admitted, "it's more that I don't trust myself, D'yer understand?"

Justin tried to mask his disappointment. He found himself caring more and more about the way Angela felt. It was a refreshing, warm emotion. He reflected that perhaps he'd been self-centred. Explaining all this to Angela, he was rewarded by a stroke of the face and a broad smile. Just then the phone rang, it was Sharon.

"Hi, she said breezily, "what are you up to?"

Angela looked at him, curiously.

"It's my mother!" he mouthed to her.

Honesty, apparently, still had its limits.

"Um," he replied, "nothing much."

"Good, would you like to come over, say after dinner?"

"Sure," Justin tried to keep his expression neutral, for Angela's benefit.

"You could bring your PJs," Sharon suggested, "or nothing at all, if you like, haha."

He squirmed at the thought. Angela looked at him enquiringly.

"I will!" he said, casually.

"She want's me to make sure I do my homework," he told Angela, hand over the mike.

"What homework?" Angela replied, "exams are over for the year."

Justin was flustered. He heard the phone squawk, 'hello, hello, Justin?' He shrugged at Angela.

"Um sorry!" he told Sharon.

"What's the matter, Sugar, you got company?"

"Yes sure," he told her, "Angela just reminded me that the exams are over so there's no homework to do tonight."

"What? Homework?" Sharon replied, puzzled, "oh honey, have you been fibbing to your girlfriend? Who am I supposed to be, your mother?"

"That's right."

Sharon shrieked with laughter over the phone. Justin had to hold it away from his ear.