Chapter 58

Sheila shuffled her bottom down her bed and off the end, so that she was no longer lying between us. I rolled over to be closer to Julie; she moved her head towards me, and I kissed her.

"You two have a cuddle, I'll make another pot of tea, and Twin will put on the immersion heater and have a shower."

Julie and I needed no further encouragement; I laid myself on my back, and my darling climbed on top, her soft boobs pressing against my chest, and her cheek against mine as we held each other. It didn't matter in the least to either of us that a flaccid Gustav was between our stomachs, slimy with the mix of my seed and Sheila's juices, nor that Julie was slowly leaking Adrian's spend and her own lubrication into my pubic hair.

God, she felt so good as I wrapped my arms around her, and sniffed the fresh scent of her hair. I told her again and again that I loved her, and she smiled and kissed me gently. Sheila looked in again, and covered Julie's bare back and legs with the sheet.

"Don't catch a chill! Tea will just be a couple of minutes."

She was true to her word. Adrian, with damp hair and a towel wrapped round his waist, brought in four mugs, and we sat and chatted for a few minutes until Sheila reappeared fresh from her shower, with a towel wrapped around her boobs and just about covering her groin. But she wasn't coming back to bed.

"It looks like far too nice a day to spend indoors - why don't we go up onto the Downs for a few hours to catch some sunshine?"

The vote being unanimously in favour, Julie gave me a smackeroo of a kiss and climbed off me; the various liquids trapped between us giving off squelching sounds and causing the occasional squeak as our matted pubic hairs disentangled.

"Yuck! I'm all sticky. Thank goodness the shower is only next door!"

It was gone half-past seven by the time I, as the last of us, was in and out of the shower, and almost eight o'clock before the four of us were fully dressed and on the way to the shops.

We picked up a couple of ready-sliced loaves at the baker, and four pints of milk at the corner shop, before going on to Mr Waite, the butcher.

He was already serving and chatting to a couple of customers, so we were able to have a look at his 'specials' board and decide what we fancied.

"A very good morning to you all! What can I get you, Sheila?"

"Eight slices of the Wiltshire breaded ham, and a two-pound pork pie, please?"

"An excellent choice! The ham is lovely today; Mrs Waite and I will be having it for lunch."

He busied himself with the slicing machine, catching each freshly-cut slice on its predecessor to form a neat pile on a square of paper. He weighed them before wrapping them in another piece of paper, then turned round to pick up a well-browned pork pie from a rack behind him, which went into a white paper bag.

"The pies are still warm, so don't let it tip over, as the jelly won't have set quite yet. There you go! Anything else?"

"Yes, some sausages for our breakfast, please."

"Eight again? I've just made up a batch from pork shoulder only, so there's not quite as much fat as when I use belly as well. Fry these nice and slowly in the pan, Sheila, not on a very high heat at all, and I reckon you'll notice the difference. For heaven's sake don't incinerate them under the grill, or they'll burn. Remember, low and gentle, don't prick the skins, and they'll be lovely and juicy."

We thanked him; Sheila reminded him that they needed to settle her account the next Saturday before she went away for the holidays, and he wished us all a good summer.

We bumped into Catriona Baxter outside the butcher's.

"Alastair has just gone off to collect Hamish's things from Reading; he'll be back this afternoon. Why don't you all come round for a cup of tea at about five? He said that he hoped to see you before the end of term."

"Thanks! That would be really nice."

"I'd suggest supper tonight, except that we've already got six guests, and then we're out for lunch tomorrow. It's that crazy time of year when everyone catches up on their entertaining after the exams and before the summer holiday season."

We promised to be there, and left her to her shopping.

A quick visit to the greengrocer yielded the makings of a good salad, and then we headed back to the flat with all our loot.

Breakfast was a cheerful meal; one of the fresh loaves almost consumed as toast, while four youngsters with healthy appetites impatiently waited for the sausages to cook in the pan. Mr Waite had been quite right; a long slow sizzle had brought out the sweetness and juiciness of the pork shoulder meat far more than a quick searing under the fierce gas grill would have done. I can assure you that there was scarcely a crumb left on the plates!

Sheila jokingly asked if I had eaten enough.

"We've got to keep your strength up, Jon, so that you can perform a miracle for my friend here. It's a shame in a way that we've been invited out for tea, as you'll be fully recovered by then. Oh well, let's hope Julie thinks that it's worth the wait."

Julie 'vamped' me by fluttering her eye lashes and smirking, addressing me in her 'little girl' voice.

"I'll be ready and waiting, big boy, just let me know when you feel up to it!"

Adrian spat the last of his tea all over his empty plate, lucky not to choke on it as he laughed at my predicament.

"You're in so much trouble here, mate! I'm glad that I'm not in your shoes!"

In order to be left alone, I did the washing up; the two girls were talking / plotting in Sheila's room, and Adrian was getting a few things together.

Despite our willingness to wait until the girls were ready, Adrian and I were sent ahead with the rug, towels and a board game to bag a decent spot; I realised that Sheila wanted to talk to Julie without us overhearing, and as I was keen to ask Adrian a few questions in private, it suited me as well.

We quickly crossed to the other side of Caledonia Place so as to be in the morning sun - it was still a bit parky in the shade, after the clear night which had allowed the buildings and pavement to radiate off all their warmth from the day before.

"Help me out here, please, mate - how deep in the shit am I?"

He chuckled.

"Not quite up to the neck yet, but with luck we can get you out of it, as long as you don't put your foot in it. Julie knows how much you love her, but she worries that you've got her perched high up there on a pedestal, and that it all may go pear-shaped when you discover that she's only human after all."

"Bugger! Does it really seem like that? That I'm worshipping her?"

"I think I can see it from both sides. You still can't believe that she chose you, so you're going a bit overboard on keeping her happy and doing what she wants, and you do treat her as if she's precious?"

"Yeah, you're right there."

"And from her side, she's still a bit insecure herself; you're her first ever boyfriend and she can't bring herself to believe that she's got it right first time, so she's a bit jealous when you're making Sheila scream, even though she gives it her all whenever she's with me or Hamish."

"Yeah, I can see that, but what do I need to do?"

"Twin will have a chat to you later, but basically, we think you need to fuck her brains out tonight and claim her as your woman, do your caveman impression, that kind of thing?"

"Me Tarzan, you Jane?"

"Exactly! You know that you can make as much noise as you like in our flat at weekends because the neighbours are back home with their families, so go for it."

I thought for a moment before replying.

"Yeah, we haven't had a chance to have much real privacy for a couple of weeks, and she got quite excited when I told her that I'd accidentally walked in on Vee and Fred, she wanted to do a re-enaction but the others were all around that night, so it was too muted. We haven't been able to let ourselves go, like we can here."

"We noticed! Twin was squealing like a stuck pig for a while earlier, she must have developed a real itch that needed scratching!"

"Oh, it was mutual, mate, believe me! Watching you two make love suddenly made us both really horny, and by the time we got onto the bed, the only game in town was getting our rocks off."

"Yeah, and seeing YOUR unbridled passion would have started us off again, if we hadn't only just finished. I'm certain that Julie would have liked another go, but I couldn't. She really wants you to do her like that, you know."

"I just hadn't realised. I thought she was more than happy with making love as we do. It's not as if I've had any complaints!"

"Oh, she is happy, more than happy, most of the time, same with Twin. But she told me that every so often, they want a bit of a change. That's why they enjoy swapping over with us, and with Hamish. Twin described it to me in terms of ice cream."

"Ice cream?"

"Yeah, bear with me, it'll make sense. When you get to have sex with the same girl most nights, it gets a bit like vanilla ice cream. There's nothing wrong with vanilla, but there are grades of it. Twin says that because we have 'the twin thing' still, it's more like having Cream of Cornish ice cream - still vanilla flavour, but rich and satisfying. But sometimes, she likes Raspberry Ripple, and she gets that when you or Hamish are around, a change of flavour and something a bit different. And then, occasionally, she fancies something exotic like Neapolitan - you know, vanilla, chocolate and strawberry in the same slice. A threesome with Jen, or a couple of times she's made me have her out on the staircase, where there's a remote risk of being caught by the neighbours."

I considered what he had said for a minute as we walked on past the Zoo.

"I think I get your drift. Making love with Julie is always warm and comforting, but there was the extra spice in it when we were having threesomes with Vee. And that weekend when we discovered the Six Musketeers, and all three of us fucked each of the girls in turn, was far more exciting to the girls 'cos we were all pushing the boundaries?"