“So who are they?” I asked the lads as we sat on our bikes on the verge of the road opposite the entrance to the smart new school.

With a rapidly expanding town population, I understood the need for a new school but why build it nearly a mile outside town in the middle of nowhere. Surrounded by high fences like a prison and located on a minor road, there were no public transport links or even footpaths from the town. That explained why all the kids were being driven there by their smartly-dressed parents in huge SUVs. It peaked our curiosity enough for us to cycle out here to take a look before dashing back to our own school.

“According to their web site, they are a Global school “, Chris said, looking at his phone. “With over 130 sites in 20 countries. Cost over a grand per term.”

“Who can afford that around here?” I asked in surprise.

“Fundamental Christians,” put in Super-Rod. “See those yummy mummies with the handkerchiefs on top of their hair? They are members of the Plymouth Brethren.”

“A cult?” I asked astonished at such things on our back doorstep. “I’ve seen women like these around town ever since I can remember, but thought they were Jehovah Witnesses or something.”

“No Bobby, they’re Anglicans. They don’t go in for any of that ritual stuff or priests and the clergy,” he told me. “They are a conservative evangelical Christian movement that’ve been around since the 18th century and believe the words of The Bible are gospel. Literally! For them it takes governance over and above any other source of authority such as the church and the laws of the Land. Some people believe they are highly dodgy and secretive like a religious version of the Masons.”

“You’re highly dodgy and secretive,” Chris put in. “How come you know so much about them?”

“Those yummy mums don’t look like religious fanatics to me,” I said admiring the view of a couple of women who were chatting inside the gates opposite.

Both wore high-heeled black shoes with black nylon covering their slim lower legs and tight skirts that came down to around the knees. They also wore smart jackets over their slender shapely figures and carried large black leather designer handbags. Small coloured headscarves covered the top of their heads from which long bunched hair fell from the bottom.

“PHROAR!” I groaned lustfully as they looked really hot sexy mature women. “If that’s a cult, I want to join!”

“The rules aren’t too restrictive,” SR continued, also admiring the MILFs. “Women wear ankle-length skirts, although some wear knee-length designer ones”.

“Very nice too,” I added for there is something sexy about a smartly dressed woman.

“Long hair is mandatory with some kind of head covering such as a kerchief or ribbon,” SR continued. “The guys wear business casual with short hair and are clean-shaven. Not even sideburns are allowed. They keep themselves separate from the rest of society, hence the two-metre-high rod-iron fence around the school. Many won’t even eat in the same room as the rest of us, including restaurants, or even visit our homes, the cinema, the theatre or sporting events. They don’t touch computers other for email and business software that the Brethren supply”.

“Yes, how do you know so much about it?” I asked, curiously.

“Em,” he seemed embarrassed. “You remember Carol Whitehouse?”

“Yes,” I said through gritted teeth.

Carol was in our year at school and had become a bone of contention between us.

“Haven’t seen her for a while, now you mention it.”

“That’s because she is one of the kids at our school who are in the Brethren that’ve moved to that one,” he told us.

I remembered SR was in the same tutor group as her and was shocked by the news.

“I hoped you cleared up the misunderstanding before she left?” I asked him in an irate tone.

“Sorry Bobby,” he muttered sheepishly.

I’d never really noticed Carol, much at first. About 5 foot 4 tall, she had a slim build with a small waist and small-bust. Long black curly hair tumbled down to the middle of her back, pulled high over a high forehead, tucked behind her ears and kept in place with a ribbon. She was a nice good girl of upstanding moral fibre, a bit of a ‘goody two shoes’ who was always kind and helpful towards others. No wonder she was made Head girl and in the top class for everything academic. She had a prettiness that I’d never realised at the time, but dressed plainly sticking rigidly to the school dress code, always with a cardigan and tan tights which made her seem uninteresting alongside other girls in our year. Carol had a small rounded face, dominated by a short chubby nose with chubby cheeks and a rounded jaw. Slender eyes with grey-blue pupils were wide and alert under slim arched dark eyebrows while her slim-lipped mouth was nearly always set in a pleasant infectious smile. She was a nice girl but I never really paid her much attention until the day my so-called friends played a prank on us.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” I growled as the lads tried to hold back sniggers.

The following weekend, I walked down town to meet up with the lads. I had just turned onto the main street approaching the market square when I spotted one of those Brethren women walking a short distance ahead of me. Somehow I knew that it was a young woman but PHROAR! She was petite with a nice slim figure and long hair flowing down her back from beneath a handkerchief scarf. Smartly-dressed in a tight scarlet dress that came down below the knees in pleats and clung to her body in exciting ways as she walked. She also wore high-heel shoes that showed off a lightly muscled pair of calves sheathed in sheer tan coloured nylons that glistened warmly in the sunlight. The sleek streamlined calves showed sexy flashes of hardness that flexed into existence with every step, with a hint of a human heart shape that were very feminine and appealing. From the back she looked a real hottie and with those sexy calves in constant motion, I felt excited stirrings my groin.

With brain in auto-pilot and dick in control, I slowed down to stay behind her to enjoy the sight of the sexy young woman walking ahead of me.

“Hey, Bobby! Watcha doing?” It was Chris and SR.

“I, er, nothing,” I was so entranced by the sexy Brethren woman I hadn’t even realised that I had reached the market square where we had agreed to meet or register their presence.

I was also too embarrassed to admit I’d been tailing a woman with sexy calves down the street, like a pervert.

“Just following Carol, eh?” SR said with a wink and a smile.

“That’s Carol!” I said in astonishment.

I’d only ever seen her in her regulation school uniform before and never in anything like that sexy tight dress and heels. I was shocked by how hot she looked and suddenly fancied her.

“Let’s catch up with her, maybe she’ll answer our questions about the Brethren,” I said picking up the pace again but mainly wanting to look at those sexy calves again now I knew who they belonged to, while wondering how a nice non-athletic girl had developed them.

Up ahead, the young woman with the figure-hugging dress and sexy flexing calves had turned a corner at the end of the market square to head towards the church. The feelings in my dick got stronger as I saw Carol in side-profile confirming that indeed this was the last girl I’d expected to see looking so hot.

“Well that’s that then, she’s gone to church,” Chris said as Carol turned again to enter a small place of worship by the side of the building.

“She’s left the door open. We can just go in,” I said but the others didn’t look so keen. “They hold Mothers & Toddlers here,” I pointed to a poster on the door. “So it’s not limited to the Brethren.”

They still didn’t look enthusiastic.

“Look I should at least explain to her about the card” I told them. “OK, I’ll go in there, talk with her then be right out.” I didn’t add that I hoped that she would agree to meet me later so we could get together to know each other better now that I fancied her.

I entered the building to find a basic meeting hall sparsely furnished with wooden floorboards, fluorescent lighting, rows of wooden chairs and a piano in one corner.

“So where is she?” SR said from my side.

I looked over my shoulder in surprise to see saw that they had both followed me in, spoiling any opportunity I had to ask her out, if I could work up the courage.

“Here to steal from the Lord’s holy place, Bobby?” a softly spoken female voice made us look around.

Carol had been standing behind the door where we didn’t see her when we entered. She now closed it and to our surprise locked it with a key. Seeing the long scarlet dress from the front and up close for the first time, the first thing I noticed was the wide expanse of upper chest on show due to a plunging neck-line that began mid-way along her slender shoulders and sloped in a wide V to the centre of her chest. It seemed very daring for a nice girl like her although it was still very feminine. I had to force myself not to stare at the unexpected but pleasant sight of the rounded sides of her small breasts. It didn’t help when she slipped the key down the front into her bra! The dress was tailored tightly to a nice slim figure I never realised she had, which sloped in subtly on each side to a small waist and had a bow and ribbon motif embroidered on the front. Below the waist, the dress flowed nicely in a looser fashion, falling in long pleats around her legs to a billowing hem which was well below her knees. It was very feminine with a hint of old-fashioned nostalgia Which suited her well. I also liked the way the rest of her lower legs peeked out beneath the pleated hemline, covered in sheer tan nylons with a nice shape as the calves sloped in towards dainty ankles. Upon her feet were pretty silver slip-on shoes with heels.

“You look very nice,” I found the courage to say.

“You followed me all the way down the high street and market square and into the church hall to tell me that?” she replied in a mocking tone.

She really was quite pretty in a sweet elven way and certainly not boring in that figure-hugging dress.

“I didn’t realise it was you at first,” I admitted “But wanted to catch up with you to chat as I’d hadn’t seen you for a while.”

A sneer appeared on her small thin-lipped mouth, which I wasn’t surprised to see was not covered in lipstick. She never wore make-up at school and I now suspected it was something to do with her beliefs. Not that she really needed any for she had good unblemished skin complexion.

“Highly unlikely, since you never bothered with me much in school,” she replied with a smile, stepping closer.

I loved the way the pleats around her legs billowed and moved and the coy glimpses of her lower legs.

Carol stopped with her expression changing to one of shock as if just realising something, while her hands flew up to cross over her chest. Did I forget to tell you that she was also into amateur dramatics at school?

“You followed me in here so that you could have your wicked way with me!” she gasped with eyes wide. “That signifies malicious intent and you brought your friends along to gang-rape me!” she exclaimed.

“No, of course not! We would never do anything like that or hurt you,” I told her, shocked that she would say such a thing.

“Says the boy that broke my heart.”

“No! I er,” I searched desperately for the right words to say. “It was these two who sent that Valentine’s card and put my name inside, not me. I never knew anything about it at first.”

“It’s true,” added Chris. “We’re sorry about that.”

“I knew that.” Carol snapped in annoyance. “No-one signs a Valentine’s card unless it’s a cruel joke.”

“But you kept blushing and smiling at me for months.”

She was quite cute looking and I mentally kicked myself for not noticing earlier and using that card as an excuse to get to know her better.

“To see if you would make a move or one of them were honest enough to admit it,” she said. “Now repent your evil intentions to rape me. Confess your sins in The Lord’s house.”

As she spoke, she slipped off her shoes off to reveal her dainty nylon clad feet, which puzzled me.

I was stunned when wholesome bookish Carol suddenly raised her hands before her, one slightly ahead of the other, open-palmed with fingers straight and held together with her feet askance like she was a Karate expert! The sleeves of her dress slid back to reveal part of her forearms which were slender and firm. The sweet natured girl adopting a fight stance seemed so absurd and totally out of character yet made my dick lurch. Was this just more acting to scare us? The quiet studious girl never got involved in anything athletic at school and I’d never heard her raise her voice let alone do anything violent. Yet the confident way she held her hands and the uncharacteristic focused stare on her normally angelic face made me nervous although strangely aroused.

“Woah! Carol!” I blurted, unsettled by the intimidating pose. “I’m being honest with you. I only came here to talk, nothing else. I would never hurt you. None of us would. Come on, you know us.”

I was shocked to find myself pleading with the normally cherubic girl who now made me feel anxious by adopting a classic Karate stance.

“Yes I know you. You stare lustfully at girls and listen to Satanic music.”

She meant Heavy Metal but I wasn’t going to correct her.

“Confess your sins and repent,” she said with a wide smile that pushed up her cheekbones in her usual cheery manner but seem scary with her slim hands held steady like deadly axe blades.

“You’re joking with us, right?” I asked.

“HEY! HEY!” the short sharp sounds from the normally timid girl was terrifying.

Her right knee shot up with the pleats of her dress unfurling as the hem slid back. Faster than I had ever seen anybody move, a lovely looking lower leg snapped forwards like lightning. The sole of a nylon-clad foot slammed straight into my gut with shocking strength, painfully stomping the breath from my lungs. A fraction of a second later, the top of her other foot and shin whipped across the side of my chest like a thick bamboo cane. As my body jerked backwards under the impact, I groaned with what breath I had left, in stunned disbelief at the unexpected hard stinging impact and the horrible reverberations inside my chest.

“HEY! HEY! HEY!” her dainty fists became a blur.

I was shocked as three rapid alternate punches peppered my solar plexus. She didn’t punch particularly hard, each landed with a solid thud but the cumulative effect was devastating. The sweet pretty girl watched with wide eyes and a big smile with a hint of derision as her unexpected punches knocked the remaining breath from me, while preventing me drawing breath and unable to stop my body creasing forwards.