Chapter 6

Anna and Jasmine

When someone qualifies as a teacher in Britain, they have to first find a job, then survive a probationary year. It happens that Sheffield is a particularly popular city for students; some sources reckon it has the highest proportion of students wanting to stay after completion of their course of any UK university town or city. Certainly the job market for new graduates is very competitive. Anna eventually found a job starting in September, but in North Derbyshire. She was going to need transport; we had plenty of time to look around, taking the Sheffield 'Star' on Thursdays and Fridays – the peak time for vehicle adverts. Having the Panther we could get to see a selection of cars on offer without spending hours on buses getting to outlying areas. Normally I hate buying cars. Actually, I hate shopping, full stop ... and I'm a hopeless haggler, but Anna was in no hurry. We were looking for something small, reliable and economical, so we looked at Fiestas, Corsas, Micras ... you get the picture, I expect. Almost every one we looked at would have done the job, but each one had something she didn't like.

Jasmine had some disagreement with Danny and was mooning around the house as we got into August. Neither of them wanted to talk to me about it, but Anna and I got fed up of her depression and marched her out to the Panther to spend the day in Derbyshire. In Bakewell we found a space to park, I deposited my helmet in the 'boot' of the sidecar with my Barbour suit (for the uninitiated, Barbour make waxed-cotton, waterproof, heavy-duty clothing for outdoor people.) Anna came to me.

"Bill – go find a bookshop, or coffee, or both. Jasmine and I need to have some girl-time."

I admit to feeling suspicious whenever women folk need to talk away from me; it could be something to do with the way I've been managed in recent years. I suppose I can't really complain, of course, but I did wonder what they were cooking up that they didn't want me to know about in advance. I told myself Anna was just giving Jasmine an opportunity to vent away from me...

I love bookshops. I love books. I know I use ebooks, and read online, but somehow there's no substitute for a real, paper book you can take down from the shelf again and again ... even in a power-cut. I can spend hours browsing through book-shelves, especially when there are second-hand books on offer that may be out of print, so I was thoroughly engrossed when my mobile rang, the girls wanting to meet me for lunch. Jasmine had perked up considerably; I had to wonder what Anna had said to her.

After lunch, we wondered along by the side of the river. With a beautiful woman on each side, I felt on top of the world ... So I was in a good mood when we returned to the car park, until Anna's eye was caught by well-preserved Citroen 2CV, painted to resemble a ladybird.

Those fateful words... "I love it! I want one!"

Not helped by the printed notice in a back window;

And a mobile phone number.

Nothing would do but we ring the number immediately ... Turned out the owner was visiting the town from Sheffield and he lived only a couple of miles from us. It wasn't likely that the car was stolen or otherwise 'wrong', but he agreed to let us do a search and have the car surveyed by the AA ... and Anna rode back to Sheffield with him. He stopped half way there, as it happens, and let her drive.

The search and survey took a little while to arrange along with clearing the cheque, but a couple of weeks after our Bakewell visit, Anna had her 2CV.

Back to the day, though ... Jasmine and I made our way back to Sheffield with the Panther. She was much brighter – actually flirty, though I didn't make anything of it.

The three of us watched 'Ghost' for the umpteenth time, sipping our choice of beverage. When it was over, I yawned and stretched.

"I'm shattered," I declared, "and going to bed. Coming, Anna?"

"In a bit," she said, "don't wait, Jazz and I have some things to talk over."

I really was tired, and more than half asleep when I felt the bed move and a warm body slip in with me. I reached out automatically and drew her to me, cuddling the small, warm, naked bundle of femininity that... "What! Jasmine?"

She clung to me tightly, "Bill, please..."

I continued to hold her, but I was fully awake and aware ... and not entirely sure what was going on.

"Bill ... I need you."

I took a deep breath. "Jazz, what's going on? Tell me."

"Danny asked if he were the first ... I couldn't lie to him, I said no. He ... just told me to go away. He didn't shout or anything but it was like ... he sort of ... shut me out."

She lay in my arms then and I felt a trickle of wet on my chest where her head was resting.

"What an idiot," I breathed. "I wouldn't have thought he'd take it like that."

"I was only asking him to ... touch me ... differently. I told you, he's inexperienced, right? I didn't make a thing of it, I just wanted to come." Her voice was uneven.

We lay there for a few minutes before I heard movement in the dark room and a second body slid into bed beside me. Reaching out that side, I was then the meat in a girl sandwich, cuddling Anna on my left and Jasmine on my right. Culture shock, or what? Mind you, one part of me had no problems with the situation and began, as they say, to 'rise to the occasion'.

"Bill," Anna whispered in my ear, "Jasmine needs you. And I'm okay with this. I'm right here, and I'm telling you I'm happy with this. We had a long talk today. After all, you were hers first, right?"

I felt her move. She groped around, found Jasmine's shoulder, slid her hand down her arm to her hand and took the hand and placed it on my hardening penis. I groaned.

"Anna, you know me, right? This's come at me from nowhere..." then her lips were on mine and I couldn't talk at all. Every man's dream, yeah? Actually ... not mine. Fantasy, maybe, but not a serious dream, not something I ever wanted. I didn't think it was possible for one man to satisfy more than one woman at a time. Rather, I suppose, I doubted my ability to satisfy more than one woman at a time. While Anna was occupying my lips, Jasmine moved over to straddle me and lower herself onto me ... oh, she was tight ... with a deep sigh of satisfaction. She found my hand and placed it on her breast and began to move as I caressed and squeezed it. Then ... well, I've read about such things, but ... Anna then straddled my face, lowering herself onto my mouth, then reaching for my 'spare' hand and holding it to her breast ... oh, and she was facing my feet and hence Jasmine ... They say you can't teach an old dog new tricks, but ... I mean to say, what would you do?