Ruby on the Prowl
by alan14
Copyright© 2026 by alan14
Coming of Age Sex Story: Ruby staggers home from her night with her sexy neighbour, Fiona. She tries to get on with her day, but her mind won't let her, she simply has to find someone to treat in the manner Fiona had treated her last night. As Fiona had been a teenager when she started out, Ruby decides her quarry should be of similar age. With this in mind, she sets off to the teenagers' beach, to see who she can find...
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including ft/ft Fa/ft Teenagers Lesbian Fiction Cousins .
I tried to distract myself with housework when I got home. I did a load of washing, tidied and cleaned the kitchen, pushed the hoover around the lounge. But nothing would settle my mind after last night’s sex.
I was still horny, I needed to find a girl and do to her what Fiona had done to me last night. Maybe without the huge dildo and fisting...
In the end, I gave up, went upstairs, showered, applied some make-up, dressed ... if you can call putting on a red bikini, dressing ... pulled on a t-shirt for the walk down to the beach, and left the house.
From memory, the teenagers tended to congregate at the west end of the beach, near the kiddie play parks and the dancing fountains, so that’s where I headed.
I found a clear spot, pulled off my t-shirt, spread it on the sand, and sat down.
There was a group of girls to the left, a mixed group ahead, and a group of girls to my right.
The group on the left was the most interesting ... I think I mentioned before, I like nerdy, shy girls, and they seemed to make up most of that group.
There was this one girl in particular that caught my eye.
Her most striking feature was her hair ... blue, pink, and green ... with a pair of ponytails sticking out of the top of her head. She looked perfect, even without the Twenty-One Pilots t-shirt that came down to mid thigh.
I spent some time watching her ... she seemed to be with the group on the left, but she moved between the three groups, chatting with girls and boys, but not really settling anywhere.
She was closest to me when she was with the mixed sex group in the middle, I could see her face here; it was oval and friendly, with rosy cheeks and full lips. Her eyes sparkled with mischief and intelligence.
She was truly lovely.
I lay back and thought about this girl, what I would do with her if I ever worked up the courage to talk to her.
You see, this is why I have Zoey, she’s pretty shameless, and will willingly walk up to anyone I like and ask them out on my behalf. I could do that with boys, but I struggled to chat up girls.
I felt a shadow fall across me; I raised my sunglasses and saw ... the girl!
“You’ve been looking at me,” she pouted.
“Have I?” I replied, trying for innocence.
“I watched you, your head followed me around.”
“Busted!” I laughed.
“Why have you been watching me?”
“Because you’re so very pretty,” I replied, going with honesty, seeing as denial hadn’t worked.
“You think I’m pretty?” the girl asked, sitting beside me uninvited, her legs bent, arms hugging her knees.
“Oh yes, you have a lovely face, it’s so expressive ... and your hair, it’s amazing ... also, I watched how your t-shirt moved as you walked, I bet you have a cracking figure under there.”
I watched the girl, she looked around, biting the corner of her lip, thinking. She turned to face me and quickly lifted her t-shirt.
She was naked underneath, not even any panties, and gosh, I wasn’t wrong, her tits were simply huge, not firm like Fiona’s, these were big and free-moving, wonderful looking funbags.
As she dropped her t-shirt, I held out my hand, “it seems appropriate to introduce myself after that show. Hi, my name is Ruby, I’m very pleased to meet you.”
The girl grasped my hand urgently, “Hi Ruby, I’m Willow...” she looked around, “you won’t tell anyone I flashed you! You seem nice, you said nice things about me ... The boys all want to see my boobs and I won’t let them. They’ll be annoyed if they find out I’ve shown them to a complete stranger.”
“I’m not a stranger,” I replied, “you know my name.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t when I flashed you.”
Gosh, she’s a smart girl, very quick.
“Would it make things easier if I flashed my tits?”
Without waiting for her answer, I lifted my bikini top for a moment, before covering myself up again.
My boobs are nothing to write home about, somewhere between a B and a C-cup. I like them because they’re light, easy to conceal, and I have the most wonderfully sensitive nipples ... something Willow noticed immediately.
“I can still see your nipples,” she observed, “they’re all hard ... mine get like that when I play with my boobs.”
“I get excited when I see pretty girls, especially pretty girls with big boobs.”
“Are you saying you got excited like that from looking at me?”
“I am...”
“Can I sit here with you?” Willow asked.
“You already are,” I replied.
“But ... can I stay here and chat awhile?”
“Of course you can ... but don’t you want to get back to your friends ... won’t they wonder where you’ve gone?”
“Notice how my phone is silent ... they probably don’t even realise I’m not with them.”
“The boys will notice,” I replied.
“Maybe, but there are far prettier girls out there ... Katya and Sophie P are much prettier than me ... all the Sophies are prettier than me.”
“Oh, I doubt that ... although boys have very simple tastes. Most boys will fall for a girl who smiles at them.”
“Do you like boys?” Willow asked.
“Yes, I like boys.”
“Have you been with a boy?”
“Been ... in what way?” I asked.
“Well, have you kissed boys?”
“Oh yes,” I replied, “I’ve kissed lots of boys.”
“Have you ... you know ... made out with a boy...”
“Isn’t making out just kissing?” I asked, not sure if it meant something else these days.
“Well, it’s kind of more, you know, like them feeling your boobs, you giving him a handjob...”
“In that case, yes, I’ve done that,” I replied.
This was fun, I should hang out with teenagers more often.
Willow turned to face me and grabbed my hand, “have you ... slept with a boy?”
“Once or twice,” I replied quietly, trying to make it sound like it was a secret.
“See Jayden over there, the boy in the Manchester City shirt?”
I have to admit now that I know nothing about football...
“Which one is that, the red one?”
“Noooo! That’s Manchester United, City is the pale blue one, with Foden on the back.”
“Ahh yes, I see him.”
“He’s been with Sophie P and Sophie B, and Katya.”
“He’s been a busy lad ... mmm ... by been with, are we talking in the biblical sense, or just groping and handjobs?”
“He claims he’s been with, in the biblical sense.”
“And what do the Sophies say?”
“They deny it.”
“Well ... on balance, I’d probably believe the Sophies, because boys tend to lie.”
“How many boys have you been with?”
“Define been with again, because the numbers will vary depending on the level of beeness,” I replied as I quickly tried to tot up the various numbers, then I wondered why I was even contemplating telling this girl.
I knew why, because I liked her, she was a wonderful girl to talk to, and I found I wanted to impress her.
“OK, we’ll start with kissing.”
“Alright, if we’re just talking about kissing and nothing more, probably not that many, maybe five or six boys have been kissed and nothing else...”
“Wow ... I’ve only kissed one boy...”
“Who was that?” I asked, looking at the selection of boys.
“Oh, none of those boys, it was my cousin Jamie ... he’s a year older than me, he taught me how to kiss.”
“Would you like to kiss any of the boys over there? I could get one for you...”
“Oh no ... they’re only interested in the popular girls.”
“But you said they wanted to look at your breasts.”
“Oh yeah, they want to look at them, but they’re not interested in looking any higher,” she replied, sounding annoyed.
“Have you done anything else with a boy? Did you go further with Jamie?” I asked, trying to move her away from boys just wanting to look at her tits.
“I showed him my boobs, this was last year, when our families got together for Christmas Dinner ... he enjoyed looking at my boobs even though they weren’t this big then, they’ve grown a lot this year ... then we kissed ... then he played with my boobs ... that’s how I found out my nipples go hard ... then I gave him a handjob ... that was fun until he came, then it was messy, some went on my t-shirt, I had to tell mum it was cream from the Christmas pudding...”
“Sex can be messy,” I replied, smiling, remembering just how messy everything got last night.
“How many boys have you given handjobs?”
“Just handjobs, no further?” I asked.
Willow nodded.
“Probably just a few ... mmm ... I’m quite an impulsive girl, I get easily carried away, so when I get excited, things rarely stop at second base...”
Willow was looking excited, I saw her lift her t-shirt and touch herself.
“Willow, I honestly don’t mind you doing that, but why don’t you shuffle around a bit so your friends don’t see you doing it...”
“Mmm ... I guess you’re right.”
“Whilst we’re on the subject, why don’t you have any panties on?”
“Ahh, that’s because I was the first here this morning, and I went out for a swim in just my panties ... they’re quite old, and the elastic was all stretchy ... they came off when I was swimming ... they’ll be half way to Grange by now...”
“How did you know nobody would be around by the time you finished swimming?”
“Ahh, that’s easy, it was about 8 o’clock, none of my friends are up before 10 or 11 during the holidays. After my swim I went down to the new McDonalds for breakfast, it was fun walking into town with no knickers on, I might do it more often.”
I smiled, knowing exactly how she felt, although my experiences of going commando were normally after I’d left a boy’s room and I was dashing back to the girls’ halls.
“Maybe if you do it in future, wear something a bit longer, so it covers you properly.”
“Did you know I had no panties on before I flashed you?”
“No, but if I’d looked properly when you were standing over me, I’d definitely have been able to see your twinkle.”
“Ahh...” she sighed.
“You could wear a dress, do you have any nice summer dresses?”
“Not really ... mmm ... anyway...,” she said, shuffling around in the sand to face me, “how many boys have you gone all the way with?”
“Ahh, now that’s a fun question, because I don’t know exactly ... I was just talking to my neighbour yesterday about this, I think it’s about 40, but it might be more, some were quite forgettable.”
“40! Wow...” she replied, “were you comparing with your neighbour? How many has she been with?”
“I don’t think she would be happy for me to tell you ... let’s just say that for a while, she had sex professionally, and leave it at that...”
“Does she have an OnlyFans?”
“What? Oh yes, no, I don’t think she has ... she was active before OnlyFans existed...”
“Do you see the girl in the Sabrina Carpenter t-shirt ... she’s the tall blonde girl...”
I squinted as Willow was pointing towards the sun, but I saw the girl she was pointing at eventually. A tall, beautiful girl with long, wavy blonde hair.
“That’s Katya, her mum had an OnlyFans for a while, but her new boyfriend got jealous and made her take it down.”
“I see...” I replied, because there was nothing else I could think to say.
I turned away from Willow’s friends and watched Willow, she was whimpering quietly as she slowly played with herself under her t-shirt. When she shuffled around she’d sat on the t-shirt, which pulled it tight across her breasts. I could see her chest moving as her breathing grew heavy, and I could also see her nipples, they were big and erect.
It took a force of will not to pounce on her, but I resisted, content to watch this strange, beautiful girl as she masturbated on the beach with families either side and her friends only a stone’s throw away.
I watched as Willow’s whole body trembled, she gave out a little squeak, then looked up at me with a shy smile, “I just came...” she whispered.
“I noticed,” I replied warmly, “was it fun?”
“It really was ... did anyone see?”
“Only me,” I replied.
“Do you do that?” she asked, shuffling close and cuddling up to my legs.
“Not on the beach, no...”
“But at home, do you masturbate?”
“I do if I’ve not had sex in a while.”
“Do you have a lot of sex?”
“Sometimes, and sometimes I don’t. It all depends on my mood.”
“When did you do it first?”
“Do what, masturbate or have sex?”
“Both...” she replied, getting excited again, but I could see both her hands, so she wasn’t about to masturbate on me.
“I think it was when I started secondary school ... it was just me and mum back then, and we didn’t talk about sex at home, so it wasn’t until secondary school that I found out about masturbation and sex ... so I guess I was 11. What about you?”
“Ohh ... much earlier ... I started growing boobs in primary school, although they were only little back then, probably the same as yours ... when I got boobs, I got horny, and I just played around in the bath, touching myself down there ... that was when I had my first orgasm ... so I think year 4 or 5. My boobs are weird, you know, they appeared way back then, but didn’t really start to grow until year 8, then they got big and stopped. Then every 6 months or so they get bigger again, and every time they grow, I’m really, really horny for a couple of weeks.”
“Are you in one of those phases now?” I asked.
“Nope, I guess it’s sitting next to the most beautiful woman on the beach that’s doing it.”
I actually looked either side to check, both families with tired looking mothers. She did mean me.
“Surely you just said Katya was beautiful...” I said.
“Yep, and she is, but not as beautiful as you.”
I blushed a little, “I’ll introduce you to my girlfriend one day, then you’ll know what real beauty is.”
Luckily, she didn’t catch the girlfriend part, or just assumed she was a friend who was a girl, because I wanted to spend a little more time on Willow before I broached the subject of liking girls.
“OK, so we know you first masturbated in Year 7 ... what about kissing boys.”
“Ahh ... not for a couple more years ... at the Year 9 end of year awards party ... Damian O’Connell ... he’d been teasing me all year about my braces, then all of a sudden, I’m in a corner with him and he kissed me, and it was nice, so I kissed him back. This is when I found out boys tease the girls they fancy ... do any boys tease you?”
“Not really, they bully me ... is that the same thing?”
“Sadly, that’s not the same at all.”
“Then no, they don’t tease me.”
“Frigging hell, boys are so dense at times,” I sighed.
“First ... mmm ... when did you first give a boy a blow job?”
“Well, my first handjob was in Year 10, that was Josh Howarth ... first blowjob though, mmm that was also Year 10, Connor Powell, for a long time, his was the biggest dick I’d ever seen ... it was a shame I wasn’t ready for sex, I’d like to have felt him inside me.”
One of Willow’s hands disappeared, she was certainly enjoying this chat, so I didn’t wait for her to ask the next question.
“The first time I had sex was early in Year 11, I was 15-years-old and as horny as hell. I wanted sex, so I went out and found it, in the shape of Marc Walsh, he was 18 and a local tearaway. I knew if anyone was going to take my cherry, it would be this guy, so I cornered him in the park as he came out of the bar there for a smoke. I walked right up to him, pushed my budding breasts against his arm and told him straight out that I needed him to fuck me.”
“Oh my god ... what did he say?”
“He didn’t say anything. He put his cigarette back in the packet, grabbed the top of my arm and took me across the road to his flat. I stripped, he just unfastened his jeans, he pushed me on his bed, my feet still on the floor and he took me ... it didn’t last long, and I was kind of glad when it was all over, but I was no longer a virgin.”
“Did he have a big dick?”
“Not really, it was quite long, slim and very hard. I think that’s why I prefer that size penis. My friend Zoey likes them shorter and thick, maybe because that was her first, or maybe she’s greedy,” I laughed.
Willow’s hand was moving quicker, her chest was moving with her deep breaths, then her left arm gripped my leg tightly as her body shook ... not bad, two orgasms in 20 minutes, I thought, that’s my target for later.
“I just came again...” Willow giggled, “I’m so glad I came over to talk to you...”
“So am I, because I couldn’t think of a way to talk to you.”
“So you wanted me to come over?”
“I kind of did,” I replied.
“So I’m doubly glad I came over, because this has been a lot of fun.”
“Would you like an ice cream?” I asked.
“Yes, that would be nice, thank you.”
“Do you want to tell your friends where you’re going?”
She held up her phone, “still no messages, so fuck ‘em.”
I got up and shook the sand off my t-shirt. I thought about putting it on, then decided against it. I’d let Willow get the benefit of walking to the ice cream shop with a sexy adult.
I treated Willow to a double scoop of local dairy ice cream, she chose bubblegum flavour, I went with a scoop of vanilla and a scoop of pistachio.
We sat on a bench overlooking the beach, I made sure her t-shirt adequately covered her modesty.
“Have you ... err ... have you ever kissed a girl?” Willow asked, her eyes locked on me as she spoke.
I smiled, glad it was Willow who broke the ice with this question.
“Yes, I’ve kissed lots of girls.”
“Is it nice ... kissing girls?”
“Well, I wouldn’t do it quite as often as I do if it wasn’t fun, would I?”
“So, you kiss girls often?”
“As often as I can ... there’s very few boys I’ve wanted sex with more than a couple of times ... girls though, I have sex with girls a lot ... Zoey has been my girlfriend for the last two years ... we go with boys, but always come back to each other...”
“Do you think you’d like to kiss someone like me?”
“I know I’d like to kiss you,” I replied, honestly.
“Really?”
We’d both finished our ice creams, so I turned to face Willow. Putting my hand behind her head, I drew her lips to mine.
You know how I mentioned she had full lips before ... they’re some of the most kissable lips I’ve ever encountered, and once she got over the initial shock, she returned the kiss with as much passion as it was delivered, her tongue exploring my mouth, tickling my tongue as she explored.
We were both panting as we parted.
“Hey Willow,” a girl called out, “this is where you got to.”
“Hey Sophie,” Willow replied, her voice breaking up as she spoke, her heart still pounding from the kiss.
“Who’s this?”
“Hi, I’m Ruby,” I broke in, holding my hand out to Sophie B, or maybe it was Sophie P.
“And who are you?” she asked.
Her tone annoyed me, and suddenly I knew who she was.
“Remember the Head Girl when you were in Year 8? The one who picked you up and took you to the nurse when,” pointing to the boy Willow had called Jayden, “he pushed you over in the playground and split your head open. Well, that was me.”
“Ohh,” Sophie whatever grunted, before leading her popular friends away.
“I hope I haven’t ruined your life,” I said after the girls were out of earshot.
“Not at all,” Willow replied, “I wasn’t at that school then, I moved in Year 9 ... I just kissed the Head Girl, there’s no way any of the Sophies will be able to bully me once that news gets out.”
“They bully you?” I replied, shocked.
“Well, they call me names...”
“So why were you hanging around with them?”
“I wasn’t really, they came on the beach while I was talking to my friends, then my friends drifted away...”
Ahh yes, now that I think of it, the girls in the group Willow was originally with had gradually disappeared.
“And this is my beach, I live just over the road, so why should I go to a different beach just because the popular kids arrive.”
“I like that attitude, and I am happy to kiss you again, just so everyone is doubly sure you kissed the Head Girl.”
We chatted awhile, Willow wanted to know which subjects I studied at school, who my favourite teachers were, what I’m doing at University.
“I fancy doing Criminology A-level next year, do you recommend it?”
“It depends on what career you’re looking at, I want to do forensics in the police, so I needed to do Criminology and Chemistry. Mrs Hughes is a great teacher.”
“Cool ... so you want to be like Abby in NCIS?”
“I’ll be honest, she definitely had an impact on my career choice.”
“Do you go to the cafe on the jetty?” Willow asked, changing the subject completely.
“Sometimes, they have nice Millionaires shortbread.”
“My mum works there, do you fancy a walk, I love the views from the end of the jetty, and the wind always smells so fresh there.”
“I’d like that,” I replied.
Willow jumped up and we walked hand in hand along the prom and down the jetty where the ferries from Ireland used to dock before the deep water ferry port opened a little down the coast.
“Hey mum!” Willow called out as we entered the small cafe housed in the former lighthouse.
Willow’s mum looked exactly like Willow, apart from her hair, which was uniformly blonde. She wore a white blouse which was pulled tight across her impressive chest, testing the strength of the thread holding the buttons.
“Hello love, you look a little flushed, have you been running?”
“Err, not quite. I’ve just walked from the west end with my friend, Ruby.”
“Ohh, I see, are you Ruby?” she asked, turning to me.
“I am,” I replied, because I am Ruby.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Dianne. Willow doesn’t make many new friends ... especially older friends.”
“That’s a shame, because she’s a lovely girl ... could I have an Americano please, with cold milk, a slice of Millionaires shortbread and whatever Willow wants,” I asked, holding my phone out to pay.
Dianne pushed my phone away, “Willow and her friends don’t pay in here.”
I pushed my phone forward again, “I don’t want to get you into trouble, I’m happy paying.”
“You can’t get me into trouble in my own cafe, love,” Dianne replied, pushing my phone away again.
“Oh, Willow just said you work here.”
“I do work here,” she laughed, “I also own the cafe. Do you want to sit inside or outside?”
“Outside, I think,” Willow replied.
“OK, take a seat and Kirsty will bring your coffee out when it’s ready.”
We took a table outside. Looking to the left we had a wonderful view of the bay with the fells and mountains beyond, ahead we could see along the central bathing beaches, and to the right, we had the art deco splendour of the Midland Hotel.
Yeah, we are possibly the seaside town they forgot to close down that Morrissey was thinking about when he wrote Everyday is Like Sunday, but we have some amazing buildings, and we have fantastic views.
“Am I allowed to tell mum I kissed you,” Willow whispered as we waited for our drinks.
“I don’t mind at all,” I replied, “my mum and stepdad both know I’m bisexual, and they’ve met my girlfriend, Zoey.”
“What’s Zoey like?” Willow asked, “I bet she’s beautiful, with boobs, because you like boobs, and she’ll be ... mmm ... I think redhead, with freckles...”
I pulled my phone from my little handbag while Willow mused, and scrolled through my locked image folder for a suitable naked picture of Zoey, nothing explicit, but I wanted a full length shot.
“Here you go,” I said, checking there was nobody around as I passed Willow my phone, “this is Zoey.”
“Oh wow ... she’s stunning! I was nearly right, I just got her hair colour wrong ... she’s got no tan lines ... where does she live?”
“Just along the prom a little, down by the park.”
“Did she go to my school too?”
“No, Zoey went to the grammar school. Weirdly, I met her for the first time during our orientation day at university.”
I smiled at Willow, she was zooming into Zoey’s picture, checking her breasts, then her face, “see, I was right, freckles on her face, and her boobs.”
“It’s like you’re psychic,” I laughed as I took my phone back.
I thought for a moment, Willow is either naturally blonde - which is hard to tell because her eyebrows are dyed blue, but Dianne is blonde, so she may be - with a very sparse patch of almost invisible pubes, or she shaves, because I didn’t see any when she flashed me. Now I have a little tuft of pubes, because Zoey likes me that way, and Zoey shaves, because I like the feel of a clean pussy.
I opened my locked photo reel again and scrolled, soon alighting on the photo I wanted, Zoey sitting on my bed with her legs spread, her pussy lips dripping from the attention I’d given them.
Hearing footsteps I quickly locked my phone.
“Hey Willow, you’ve got company today,” the waitress said as she placed a tray on our table.
“Yes, this is my friend Ruby ... she used to be the Head Girl at school.”
I looked up and recognised Kirsty, she’ll be a couple of years older than Willow.
“Yes! I recognise you, Ruby Knowles ... oh man, I used to fancy you so much, but you were dating Connor Powell, and I think Rhiann Chambers at the same time.”
“Guilty as charged ... and my love life isn’t any less complicated these days.”
“You fancied Ruby?” Willow asked, “but you’re dating Mason Abbott.”
“Girls are allowed to fancy whoever they like ... we all have girl crushes, but sometimes it’s just a phase.”
“Take me as a perfect example of that,” I added, “and for me it isn’t a phase.”
“So, just because I kissed you before, that doesn’t mean I’m gay ... if I want to, I can go with boys.”
I grasped Willow’s hand, she looked so lost right now, “what you do today, tomorrow or next week has little to no bearing on the future. You could be gay, straight or bisexual. Like Kirsty said, almost all girls go through a phase of fancying their friends, and sometimes they’ll even end up kissing them or even having full sex, but that doesn’t mean they’re gay or even bisexual, it means they’re exploring, testing the waters, pushing their limits. You may even become fluid, being straight or gay or bi depending on your hormone levels. The lucky people are pansexual, they’re happy having sex with anyone; gay, straight, bi or trans.”
“Are you pansexual?” Willow asked.
“Honestly? I don’t know, because I’ve not had sex with a transexual yet. I don’t think it would be a problem if I encountered a trans girl or boy I fancied, we’ll just have to wait and see.”
Kirsty was called inside, she stood and hugged Willow from behind, “does Dianne know you kissed Ruby?” she asked kindly.
“No, I didn’t tell her ... do you think she’ll be OK if I told her?”
“Honey, she would be delighted. Dianne loves you, she just wants you to be happy. If kissing girls makes you happy, then she’ll be fine.”
“Do you think I should tell mum?”
“I think maybe you should wait to see if gay sex is OK for you before you tell her anything,” I replied as Kirsty walked back inside the cafe.
“But ... how will I find out if I like girl sex?”
“Do you think your mum will be OK if you come round to my house for tea?”
Willow’s smile was so wide, I thought the top of her head would fall off.
I unlocked my phone, “before you disappear, I want to show you one more photo...”
Willow’s eyes were wide as she looked at the photo on my screen.
“That’s Zoey after a few minutes in my bed.”
“She’s just cum?”
“Yes ... look at her pussy, and around it.”
“She’s shaved, like me...”
Yes, I like the feel of a freshly shaved girl.”
“So do I ... well, I like the feel of a freshly shaved me.”
“Why don’t you swipe to the next photo.”
“Is this you?”
I nodded.
“Your pussy is so neat ... you have pubes, though.”
“Yes, because Zoey likes me to have a few ... I shave around my lips, and keep the little tuft I have neatly trimmed. Would you like to find out what it’s like to kiss a girl down below?”
Willow was almost bouncing in her seat, “yes ... yes I would.”
“OK, go ask your mum if it’s OK to come to mine for tea. I live close to your house, so I can walk you home well before any curfew your mum sets.”
I was finishing my coffee, waiting for Willow to return when a shadow fell across the table. I looked up and saw Dianne sliding into the seat her daughter had recently vacated.
“Willow says you’ve invited her around for tea.”
“Yes, I have.”
“And I assume this will be more than just a meal.”
“You assume correctly,” I replied.
Dianne didn’t seem angry ... yet.
“She’s a very special girl...”
“I know ... we’ve had a fun afternoon chatting...”
“And kissing, apparently...”
Still no signs of anger.
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