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Julia, Ben and Lisa Ch. 04

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Ch 04: THURSDAY

A few quick notes:

1. this is the fourth chapter of a longish story, a novel in many chapters

2. everyone is 18+

3. there is no safe sex here – cause it’s a fantasy, not an instruction manual

4. crossdressing and gender bending, not everyone’s cuppa tea – be forewarned

Julia said, “Yeah, for a minute there I thought she would think we were fucking.”

“Oh my God. That’s all we need.”

“Yeah, your undies on display there on the chair, just the way they would have been if we …”

“I know. Damn.” I mean the thought definitely turned me on, made me picture myself as a stud again. But it would have been a nine-headed baby disaster.

“Yeah. But you know Mom – she got over it. I think. She really is so pure. Thought you were in there vomiting or something. She went up and disinfected my bathroom after dinner last night.” She giggled. “After you left — and, by the way, very smooth, very, very smooth!” she rolled her eyes, “I got her into the suits. I had calmed down and she modeled two of them. So nice, a 2-piece and a 1-piece. I could tell they were expensive and they were really sexy too. She looked fantastic! Her new boobs and tummy are perfect. The 3rd one she said was ‘just for Daddy’ which I thought was soooo sweet.” Which got Julia giggling again.

It was the day after our near miss with Aunt Beth. We were up in Julia’s room again, preparing for another day of practice. This time we agreed that I would leave by 3 p.m. to avoid any possibility of her finding us again.

Julia had to use the ruler on me twice. I settled down and we flew through the tuck and panties. Julia noticed my purple bruise and covered it with some body-makeup. It wasn’t a great match on skin tone, she being lighter complected than me, but it looked OK. Then she remembered something and went in the bathroom, emerging with an electric razor to trim the tiny hairs on my big toes — which no one would ever have noticed anyway. She practiced me walking for a good half hour before she would take out the bra, socks and the dress. She dressed me and we walked some more. We paid a lot of attention to my hands, arms and posture till she thought it was pretty good. I was beginning to think I almost understood how the hips and ass coordinate into a cute, non-slutty wiggle.

She had me practice sitting. Who knew sitting was a skill? How to sit down gracefully, to smooth the skirt, how to turn my lower body and keep my knees together so sketchy guys wouldn’t look up my skirt, how to position my feet and to sit forward in the chair, my posture in the chair and how to rise gracefully.

We did similar things with me kneeling in the skirt (blush!), how to get down and get back up gracefully and how to be careful not to wrinkle or catch the dress under my knees.

This all lasted the entire morning, and believe it or not, she and I were having a ball the whole time. I mean she was strict with me. Coach had to be. For my own good. But as I went through repetition after repetition we found time to talk just like we always had. We had a distant cousin with tonsillitis. Julia knew a girl at college with Hep-C, which she never should have let her roommate know about. The Lakers were losing again. Bobo was trying some new kind of worm-pill. She’d received an A in her freshman French class, plus an A-minus, two B-pluses and a B. Mine were all A’s except for a B- in Calculus. Republicans are idiots. Her best friend Amanda was heading to Spain. They’re so stupid. She thinks Spanish men are uber-sexy. And did she, Amanda, look a little like Mila Kunis, her face she meant? Maybe. That sort of thing.

I knew it was weird to be discussing grades and Republicans while learning to get from my knees to a standing position without ruining the tuck. But there it was.

Suddenly it changed to sex talk. She must have been thinking about those bathing suits her Mom bought. Julia said, “Weird to think of my parents fucking down there, down in the Bahamas.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

“But I guess it’s even weirder when they fuck here. Keep those knees together!”

“Yeah, same here. You hear them?” I rose from the chair and brushed down the skirt around the backs of my thighs as I’d been instructed. Everything nice and smooth. I walked the room and then back to sit on the same chair that had held my things the day before.

“Not really… Posture!…sometimes I think they are, but I’m never sure. I think Mom would like to …you know she can get a little wild with a few drinks in her …good boy!…but Daddy’s too much of a stick-in-the-mud …good girl!… to really let loose. I can’t imagine him fucking at all! And yet! Here I am!” Her smile lit up. Then, “Good. Up-down-up-down. Good. They’re quiet whenever they do it.”

“My Mom gets noisy sometimes.”

“Aunt Jane is a sweetie. You think your Dad’s going down on her?”

“Oh fuck! Don’t ask me that. I don’t like to picture it.”

Julia giggled at the thought. “Or that she sucks his dick?”

“Oh, fuck! Please…” I could feel my balls stirring down there.

Julia went on, “Cause I know Aunt Jane is a good woman who would never Anadolu Yakası Grup Escort leave old Ed hanging when he needed his dick sucked.”

“JULIA!” She looked from my legs up to my face, startled by my voice. Honestly I didn’t know whether I would be sick or get a hard-on from the sex talk, but it needed to stop. She could see my distress.

“Oh my God! My poor baby. I’m so sorry. I’ll stop.” Her face was flushed and she adopted an apologetic grin. She walked to me and smoothed the material at my hips, whispering “Sorry!” Then she went right back to work. “But now do it again. Better.”

I took the opportunity to ask something I’d been wondering about, from her story the day before. On my knees, the skirt flared on the floor around me, I asked, “So the Andersons. I mean if you don’t mind a question.”

She looked at me skeptically. “We’re not starting this again.”

“No, no. Just one question I swear. Cause I don’t understand.”

“You’re not going back on your deal, are you? Cause I told you absolutely everything.”

“No. It’s not that. I’m working hard at this, aren’t I?”

Julia sighed. “All right. One. Go for it dweeb. And don’t let your tits get out of whack like that!”

“It’s not my fault,” I whined.

Julia came over, cupped my breasts and put them back to even.

“So…so the question is: Why did they come home so early? I mean they caught you cause they came home too early, right?”

Julia laughed like a hyena at this. “That’s it? That’s the one question? You really are a dweeb.”

“I just…am trying to put together the whole story, and that’s, you know, a missing part.”

“But why do you care?”

“No, but like, did some nosy neighbors call because they saw your boyfriend come over? Or maybe Mr. Anderson got sick or something? Or…”

“Nah, it wasn’t…” she began.

“Or what if he…you know, Mr. Anderson,…somehow planned it? Like he planned it to catch you? I’m just wondering.”

Julia’s head snapped back and she gave me a strange, wondering look. Her eyes narrowed and she said simply “No. It wasn’t that.” As if it made her sad somehow.

“Then what?”

“Ok. OK! She turned her ankle. They were dancing right after he got his dickwad trophy or whatever the fuck it was. She thought she needed to go to the ER but changed her mind when they were in the car. So Mr. and Mrs. Cocksucker came home instead.”

I was taken aback by her harshness. Mr. and Mrs. C-sucker? Now she looked really angry. But I couldn’t stop myself, I blundered on, intrigued.

“And how? I mean how do you know this?”

“I…well he…he told me afterwards.”

“You spoke to him? Like the phone or in person?”

Now she was even more angry. “Hey! What happened to one question?”

“No, but…”

“Well, it was just a text if you must know.” All of a sudden her face went bright red. “A fucking text, got it? And that’s all I’m saying. Cause you’re pissing me off big time now.”

“Julia. I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to…you know…I wasn’t trying to get you pissed at me.”

Her face had turned red. “Well, you’re doing it whether you were trying or not…” sort of spitting out the words now, her dial up to eleven. “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re doing. Getting me to talk about him. That really sucks.” She paused, glared, looked away. “And know what? You suck too.”

Now she was marching around the room. Folding some clothes out of a laundry basket that was on her bed. She slammed some clothes in a drawer. She was glaring at the clothes as though they pissed her off too, avoiding me, the way you do when you’re too angry to even look at the other person.

What had I done? I was shocked. How had this escalated so fast? Why had she called him a cocksucker? Why did this piss her off so much? And why take it out on me?

But I did feel bad about it. Right away. She was right that I had played a little game. The game of finding out whether Mr. Anderson had been a real wolf or a fake wolf. Starting with: had he been in contact with Julia after the big event? Cause if he, or even Mrs. Anderson, had not been in touch afterwards, then there’d be no way for Julia to know why they had come home early. I was digging to see if there had been any followup sex thing, and even if he, Mr. A., was now doing or had done Julia himself. Whether they had played out the fantasy I’d jerked off to the night before And now she knew it.

But why such anger? She was boiling as I tried the walk again. We let a minute pass. I felt a little sick.

“Get that dress off. We’re going downstairs. I don’t know about this afternoon but I don’t want a little princess at the breakfast table. So get in your own things.”

She paused to glare. “Besides, your walk sucks today. We’re getting nowhere.” With that she stormed out of the room and downstairs.

When I got to the kitchen she was nowhere to be found. I looked around but had already guessed. So I looked in the driveway. The old Toyota Corolla was gone. Bobo was gone too.

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I guess I was worried but not worried, Anadolu Yakası Manken Escort and mostly confused later that night alone in my room. What exactly had set her off so badly? What I’d done had been a little sneaky, a little pervy I guess, but still didn’t seem that horrible to me.

I texted her cautiously around 6 p.m., “Julia?” and then again at 7:30, “Julia, SORRY!” I got no response.

I could only remember one other time she’d been this mad at me. We must have been about 12 or 13 when there was a big family cookout in my back yard. All of us cousins had our own table and were eating burgers, hot dogs and corn-on-the-cob together with soft drinks. I had the yellow mustard right in front of me and suddenly thought it would be fun to squirt it at Joey, Julia’s little 8 year old cousin on her Dad’s side. He and I had been goofing around all day playing tricks on one another, chasing each other, dunking each other in the pool and generally being boys. This one might be the piece-de-resistance. So I picked up the mustard and squeezed hard at him across the table. Got him too. At least with some of the mustard.

Mostly I missed and hit Julia, who was sitting beside Joey. I got Joey just in the shoulder, but I got Julia all down the front of her pretty new dress. She and her Mom had been showing her off to the adults all morning long. Us boys didn’t care about it, but she was pretty proud of the way she looked in that dress. And now it was ruined.

Julia wouldn’t speak to me for two weeks afterwards, even though my Mom and Dad replaced the dress. I was so lonely without her. Even at that age I knew how much I loved and needed her. Lonely, and guilty. At that age you feel like you’ve lost everything forever. I was miserable.

Then she called me out of the blue: “Hey, dweebmeister, my Mom is taking me bowling. We can pick you up.” Forty-five minutes later we were hugging and kissing and making up once we started laughing at her Mom, who was setting the world, indoor record for consecutive gutter balls. Once we broke the ice, we went back to best friends, stronger I thought than ever.

I knew Julia. She could be hot-headed. But I knew she loved me, just like I loved her. She wouldn’t hold the grudge forever.

I was counting on a lot sooner than forever. We’d already lost our afternoon session of makeup, first lipstick, first blush, etc. My breast forms were due to arrive the next day, a Friday. The two days after were out since her parents would be around for the weekend. They were leaving on Tuesday, but not till the afternoon, which mostly ruled out that day. And apparently Aunt Beth had been making noise about taking Monday off to get her packing done.

We were potentially dead for the next five days; I didn’t think I could handle it. We had 14 days to ourselves after that. But what if in the meantime she gave up? What if I gave up? What if she stayed mad at me for weeks? What if she threw out my new panties and skirts and tops? What if she returned the bras and tits? Then it would be over.

I was scared, but by 9 that night I knew I had to try to reach out to her, to try again.

I texted her: “I’m really sorry about today.” I knew not to say more, not to dilute the message with pleading or begging or explanations.

It took her an agonizing 25 minutes to respond: “I’m sorry too.”

Ah! Good! I knew not to dive deep too fast, and texted: “Can we talk? Can I call?”

Julia: No. Finishing a movie with Mom and Dad, have to.

Me: OK.

Julia: Original Godfather, pretty cool.

Me: Yeah.

Julia: Someday, and that day may never come, I will call upon you to do a service for me.

Me: Huh?

Julia: I’m gonna make you an offer you can’t refuse.

Me: OK. What’s it mean?

Her: Sorry.

Me: I just want you to know that I really am sorry. I was a jerk.

It took five minutes, then:

Julia: I think I was an even bigger jerk.

Me: No. My fault.

I waited two minutes.

Me: Are we on for tomorrow?

Julia: Hope so. Your tits are arriving. (A loving heart emoji)

Me: Yeah. You’re not sure? Tomorrow?

Her: No. I’m sure. Make it 9:30.

Me: Thank you. (the same heart emoji)

Her: Tits. Makeup. Dress. A big day.

Me: (3 loving hearts)

Her: We can’t go the 4 days after. Mom or both are here.

Me: I know. (Sad face)

I wasn’t sure what else to say. Finally:

Me: I was thinking of the mustard incident. (Sad face)

Julia: Me 2! (Laughing and clapping)

Me: Sorry I’m such a jerk sometimes.

There was a long pause, like 15 minutes. I needed her to go next.

Julia: Sorry. Was fixing snacks with Mom in kitchen.

Me: Aaah.

Her: You’re not a jerk. It was me.

Me: Well, never mind. I love you Julia.

Her: Luv you 2 Ben. (Heart)

Me: Good night kiddo. And thanks. (Triple heart)

There was no response so I figured we were done. A huge weight lifted. I was still a bit nervous but happy to have at least our Friday back on track. And the boobs were coming!

I locked my bedroom door. Anadolu Yakası Masöz Escort Mom and Dad were still prowling around doing Mom and Dad stuff. The panties Julia had given me three nights earlier, the ones she stripped off right in front of me, the ones that still had a trace of her scent, were hidden in a desk drawer. I got them and slid them up my legs. I kept my teeshirt on so I could react in a hurry if needed. Then I practiced my tuck and walk. I was actually starting to like what I saw when I looked in the full length mirror in my room, unless of course I looked right at my unfeminine face (or God forbid right in my eyes).

My phone buzzed again right around 11 o’clock. A text from Julia. I untucked and put on jeans over the panties.

Julia: Can I send you something?

Me: Sure. What is it?

A buzz went through my brain. Was it going to be something sexy? Something sexy of her? Maybe a picture of her in her bra? Or even bra and panties? Maybe more? As a peace offering?

Julia: Just read it.

So no, not sexy. Idiot I am!

Me: OK.

Her: Here it comes, Check your email.

I opened email and waited. It clicked in. It was a Word file called ‘MRA TEXTS.’

Me: Got it.

Her: Just read it tonight. We’ll talk tomorrow.

Her: Not tonight. Exhausted. Going to bed.

Me: Ok. Good night again.

There was no response.

A lot of things Julia does kind of scare me. She’s so brave, so unpredictable, so free. And this one scared me too. I mean, what could it be? Something about me? about cross-dressing? about the new boobs? about how to give a good blowjob? about being queer? about??

Then it hit me. “MRA Texts.” It wasn’t going to be me at all, it was about Mr. Anderson, he was the “MRA”. I knew then that I had started a wildfire with my foolish fantasies about him and Julia, about him wanting her, about him doing her, about him doing us both. Some guy I’d never even seen in person before.

I clicked on the Word icon for the file like it might explode. Here’s what I read:

May 21, 2015: I’m sending this to my cousin Ben. Just in case – JB

This is a history of the texts Mr. George Anderson sent me, and that I’ve sent him, since the night last August 23 (2014) when he and his wife caught me and my boyfriend having sex in their living room. I was their babysitter. I’ve included every one of his texts and my return texts since that night. I am doing so for my own protection since I do not trust him, i.e. he is a HORRIBLE person.

I have added some comments between texts about what I was thinking.

GA = George Anderson

Louise = Mrs. Anderson

JB = me, Julia Bettencourt

James = my boyfriend that night

8/25/2014 9:03 p.m.

GA: Hey Julia. Just letting you know all is fine.

GA: Not gonna tell your parents or anyone – be our litlte secrat. (wink)

GA: Louise agrees. Hope that guy is not abusing u!

GA: Maybe see u around some day – let’s have coffee!

8/28/2014 11:43 a.m.

GA: Hey Julia. Checking to see if u got my texts.

GA: We are supporting u in this!

GA: Just want u to be safe.

GA: Louise agrees. She’s still pissed – should avoyd her for now

GA: She’s not really so bad. But u should avoyd.

GA: Text me back. Maybe we should talk this over?

GA: But no biggie. Stay well!

GA: And good luck in colege. You must begin soon?

09/01/2014 1:25 p.m.

GA: Well looks like you’re not gonna write back.

GA: Wish u would.

GA: We should probly talk one of these days.

09/04/2014 2:15 p.m.

JB: Mr. Anderson. Thank you for your support.

JB: I really do appreciate it.

JB: And Mrs. Anderson.

JB: I’m so sorry for what happened.

JB: I know it was all my fault.

JB: And I am very sorry.

JB: Please accept my apology.

JB: Bye.

09/04/2014 2:29 p.m.

GA: Hey Julia! Good to hear from you.

GA: Of course I acept your apology.

GA: How is colege life treating u?

GA: Is this a good time to call?

JB: No. I don’t think we should be on the phone.

GA: But there are some things we shuld discuss.

JB: You said this was all over. What things?

GA: Well better to do in person or at least phone.

JB: Sorry, no. I don’t think Mrs. A. would appreciate that.

GA: But it’s inocent. Plus she wouldnt kno. (wink)

JB: It’s wrong. I’m not going to.

GA: Not even meet for coffee one day?

JB: No.

GA: Well, OK. If u won’t, u won’t.

JB: Good bye.

GA: I’ll still support u. It will be our secrat. (wink)

GA: If you ever need anything…

GA: And Louise is worried you maybe are getting abuzed.

GA: All right then. Take care of yourself.

GA: If you need me I’m here. (smiley face)

GA: Have a good life. Bye.

09/23 – After the messages on Sept 4 I was freaked out but hoping that that would be the end of things. I’d left all these messages on my phone cause it never occurred to me I should save them somewhere else. Till now that is. (Doesn’t his phone have spell-correct? What’s up with that?)

In late August I started my freshman year at the U, and I was still getting used to the new dorm, my new roommate Alicia, the workload, my classes, etc. It seemed like a pretty horrible time to have to worry about this douchebag texting me and hounding me to meet. As if I didn’t know why he wanted to see me!

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Gillian Newark’s School Tales Ch. 02

Posted on Mart 29, 2024 by admin

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“Calm down now!” I yelled.

It went quiet as they fumbled with their books. The Ice Queen had made her point.

By the end of the day I had got back into the swing of teaching. It was only when I stood looking at the box of apples on my car bonnet my heart jumped. I picked up the note and read Pete’s dare for me. Tomorrow after school he was coming to my house for a piece of apple pie! I had the choice to ask him to confirm the dare or tell him no.

The next day at school I was nervous. I was going to tell him ‘no’ honestly I was. He hung back behind as the rest of the class went to morning break.

“Well Miss, do you want me to confirm the dare?”

My mouth opened and I began talking in some lost forgotten dialect. Well that was how it sounded. I just looked at his blue eyes. I was being drawn into them and I had no will to fight. I clasped my hands behind my back. This was me admitting to wanting more than apple pie, but did he sense that? I had visions of him kissing my neck like he did that day. It would take me years to count the goose bumps that had sprouted on my neck!

Finally I shook my head. That was when I saw a hint of disappointment on his face.

“Do you want to back out of the game Miss? Or do you want to lose one of your 3 lives?”

I put my fingers to my temples. This was so stupid I wasn’t going to let a school pupil dictate to me!

“You have until this time tomorrow or you lose a life Miss.”

OK this was so stupid and silly. But then again the way I had acted since Pete cut his leg open, was hardly the way a school teacher would act. My thoughts were constantly about him. So much so that when I saw him later that day talking to Della I felt jealous! Della was pretty maybe a little over weight but not by much. But I couldn’t compete with her could I? So why did I tell her to hurry back to class?

“Confirm the dare?” I heard myself ask.

“I dare you to let me come to your house for some apple pie?”

That was it, he just walked away leaving me feeling stupid.

I made the apple pie. I knew he wouldn’t come I hadn’t given him my address! Still I had the man coming to fix the boiler; maybe he would like some homemade pie?

I opened the door and there he stood, Pete I mean. He just walked in giving me a smile. Before I could think of anything I had shut the door.

Now I was shocked as I’m sure you can imagine, but I thought what the hell! He could have some pie and then leave. I followed him into the kitchen and he sat at the table.

“So where’s my pie Miss?”

I just smiled at his cheeky grin.

“It is in the oven, it’ll take awhile yet,” I answered.

The doorbell went again.

“That’ll be the boiler man you’ll have to go, quick!” I snapped in shock.

“Why Miss we aren’t doing anything wrong?”

“That’s not the point,” I moaned in disbelief.

“We can do a blind dare. Do you want me to do a blind dare?”

I looked at the front door from the kitchen.

“You get 3 dares on the bounce if you do a blind dare Miss.”

“Just coming,” I shouted, as the bell went for a second time.

“All you have to do is follow my lead.”

“Pete this is silly, I, I, oh OK.”

I answered the door and let him in. My mind was in turmoil as I showed the man where the boiler was.

“How long will the pie be mum?”

My mouth dropped open, I couldn’t answer to that! I was right on the spot now the boiler man was looking into the cupboard, and behind him was me and sat a few feet away was my son!

“How long will the pie take mum?”

I quickly checked the boiler man wasn’t looking and then glared at Pete, “not long dear.”

I could only just hide the anger in my voice.

“You’ll have to move your things out love, so I can get a better look.”

I smiled at him and then realised I hadn’t moved my underwear from the cupboard. I could feel my face going red as I plucked panties, tights, and bras off the rail.

“Here mum I’ll take those you sort my pie out.”

I just stared into Pete’s face as he reached out and left me holding thin air. I held my breath in shock as he now held my underwear in his arms! All my personal items were now in his hands, things that he shouldn’t see, things that he should just guess at. But now he was stood holding them! It felt like he had now touched the parts of me that my underwear had touched.

“Thank you Peter,” I mumbled in a strangled voice.

Maybe I was overreacting to it, but watching him disappear up the stairs with my panties, tights, and bras had my head spinning. Shit he was going upstairs!

I smiled at the boiler man, and as soon as his head went back into the cupboard I ran on my little bare feet to the hall. Pete was stood in my room still with my bundle of clothing in his arms.

“Just put my things on the bed please?” I asked quietly.

“Why are you so upset I thought it went well?”

His grinning face dropped, as he came to terms with the slap I had landed on his cheek. Slowly he looked down Bycasino at my underwear that he was holding. Then it seemed to dawn on him.

“Christ I’m sorry Miss. I did it without thinking. I don’t usually worry about it when I get the washing in at home.”

So had I overreacted?

“Sorry Miss but I could see how embarrassed you were about him seeing your knickers; I only did it to help.”

He looked so genuine I felt ashamed of myself for slapping him.

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have hit you, you won’t tell anyone, will you Pete?”

He took off my glasses and I felt him wipe a tear away from my eye. I felt so frightened at that moment, and so vulnerable, if he told anyone I had slapped his face I would lose my job. Also I wouldn’t be able to see him again, and that meant more to me now than my stupid job. Like it or not I was falling in love with him. Silly or sick call it what you want, but hurting him was far worse than anything else I could imagine. Whether he could see it in my eyes as I looked up to him I wasn’t sure. But his hands went round my quaking shoulders and he pulled me into a hug.

I just stood there sobbing quietly into his shirt. Then I felt his lips kiss the top of my head. Slowly I looked up to him, my quivering lips moved upwards to his. I could see he was parting his mouth slightly. He was going to respond.

“I’ve started the boiler lady!”

I pushed away from Pete. Was I thankful he had shouted up the stairs? No not really but it stopped me from making a big mistake didn’t it?

I rushed out onto the landing hoping he wouldn’t notice my red face.

“Leave the bill please,” I said, trying to keep calm.

I went into the kitchen to check the pie. When I turned round Pete was sat at the table. I brushed my hair behind my ears and cut him a slice. I could see his eyes watching me. I felt nervous and just hoped he would say nothing. I put the pie down in front of him and smoothed my sweaty hands down over my skirt. I waited for him to respond hoping he liked it.

“Very good Miss,” he said with a grin.

I breathed a sigh of relief and let myself smile, although it was a little nervous. I put a glass of orange down for him. Did apple pie and orange juice go together?

“I’d better go Miss.”

I felt my heart sink a little. I wanted him to stay despite what had happened.

“Would you like to take some home, I mean I’m not going to eat all of that?”

I felt foolish even asking him. What would he tell his mother? I remembered that I was his teacher; I wasn’t anything more even though deep in my heart I wanted to be.

The house felt empty when he went. Just the ticking of my mothers old clock reminded me of how desperately lonely I was. I went into my bedroom and looked at the pile of underwear on my bed, underwear that he had held, and not particularly sexy at that. Underwear that would probably amuse him more than turn him on, underwear that was functional if underwear can be? I started putting it in my drawers, next to the nightdresses that were designed to keep me warm at night. Nothing that I could slip into that anyone would find sexy. I didn’t dress like someone in her 20s nor her 30s or 40s, if someone opened this drawer they would probably guess I was 50!

Saturday night I went out with Diane and a few of the girls. Yes I did go out but I was always the first to go home. 4 glasses of cheap wine and that was my limit. I knew they laughed at me a little, still I wouldn’t end up with a hangover, or a man come to that!

Sunday I went to the park that backed onto my house. I sat reading a book under my favourite tree. Yes a romance novel, it was the closest I’d get to a relationship that didn’t put me off men, or leave me feeling embarrassed.

“Hi Miss.”

There he was looking down at me. I ran my fingers through my hair in some stupid hope I didn’t look a fright.

“Hello Pete, what are you doing here?”

I didn’t want to sound anxious but I knew I did. He sat down beside me and took a sip of my orange.

“I was out for a walk and I thought I’d come and see you. I remembered you told the class about this tree. You said everyone needed a special place to think and unwind.”

I watched him pull his shirt off. There was that perfect chest again. With a strange formation of four moles, almost the same size and distance apart, in a sort of diamond shape. Before I knew it he had taken my book from me.

“A friend lent it to me, it’s not really my sort of thing,” I mumbled, trying to make excuses that just seemed to bury me in more embarrassment.

There we were looking into each other eyes again. He moved forward quickly, and then he stopped. I knew he was waiting for me to protest. I didn’t I just sat there and felt my stomach turn up side down. My bottom lip had that uncontrollable quiver again. I just looked even deeper into his eyes. Then down to his cute nose, yes he had a cute nose, he had a cute everything.

I closed my eyes and whimpered. I was submitting to him, I was Bycasino giriş letting go. I just hoped he wasn’t going to start laughing, or call all his mates out from hiding to mock me.

I whimpered again as his lips brushed mine. My hand was raised as a worthless token gesture that he shouldn’t touch me. Every single inch of my body became a trembling, goose bump filled pile of mush! My hand slowly went onto his shoulder. I was frightened of touching him in case I made him jump and recoil. Then I heard him groan, a satisfied groan like he was enjoying kissing me!

I didn’t want this kiss to end; it was slow and unhurried like the kiss in the stupid book I had been reading. I felt his tongue lightly brush my lips. I opened my mouth a little hoping this was what he wanted. I had kept my eyes closed all the time. Some say it is a sign of true love; I was just so scared I didn’t want him to see my eyes. His hand was cradling my neck, just lightly pressing my soft auburn curls to my head. Every sense that I had was working overtime so as not to miss a single thing.

When he started to pull away I whimpered again. I wanted the kiss to last longer than life itself!

I opened my eyes as our lips parted. A tear was wiped away from an eye, his tear his eye! It only brought tears to my eyes seeing him react like this to me!

“Oh Pete, we are going to be in so much trouble,” I whispered softly.

He lay down next to me and we looked up at the clouds. We didn’t speak we just held hands under his tee shirt, just in case someone passed by. Nobody did for the next hour. Tears were falling from my eyes as he spoke softly about how much he wanted to kiss me, I should have tried to shut him up I know. But he was telling me everything I wanted to hear.

He sat up and looked a little distant. This was his confession about how much he fancied me. Now perhaps he was waiting for the rejection.

“I ought to go Miss,” he mumbled, with a voice full of sorrow.

I sat up next to him.

“Not yet, please not yet,” I said, in a gushing desperate tone.

He twisted round and stared at me. He was moving back towards me. I could see a lust filled look in his eye. I let him kiss me again. We fell back to the grass. This time his kiss was full of passion, and I welcomed it. I clung to his back never wanting to let go. His tongue this time was just as forceful as his hand that caressed my thigh. My fingers crawled through his short blonde hair. I had to pull his head away to take a gasping breath. Then I pulled him back to me. My tongue began to commit itself more and more. We now shared the passion equally, but maybe I was a little more desperate than Pete.

He walked me back the 500 yards or so to my garden gate. We walked hand in hand, very slowly, I wished I lived miles away just to make it last. My head was bent onto his shoulder. I felt like his girl, it felt so wonderful yet so dangerous. I didn’t care at that time if anyone saw us, and I think Pete felt the same; well he didn’t push my head away.

“I’ll see you at school tomorrow Miss?”

I smiled but felt so guilty. I was lost to him now; I couldn’t refuse him even if my life depended on it.

“Of course you will,” I replied, in another breathless whimper.

I could see he wanted to kiss me again, but being in my own garden I realised we had better not. I couldn’t risk anyone seeing me from the adjoining houses. He smiled realising what I was thinking. He pushed his shirt into my hands and took my cardigan off my shoulders. I gave a nervous chuckle as he walked away smiling and still looking back at me. I made my way slowly up the path; I suppose I had one of those stupid grins on my face.

I heard the whistling Mr Drake cycling up the side of his house. He owned the house next door to me, and he was coming from the road at the front of the houses.

“Oh hello Gillian,” he said, with his usual smile.

“Hi,”

“Hey you look happy have you had a good day?”

I nodded feeling my curls bounce, “very good Mr Drake.”

“Well I don’t want to burst your bubble, but it’s back to work tomorrow.”

“Works not that bad at the moment,” I said with a dreamy smile.

I didn’t have Pete for any lessons on Monday, but I was looking out for him. I didn’t really care about what was right or wrong anymore. Pete had me in the palm of his hand. I spent nearly an hour getting ready for school that morning. What would he like me to wear? Should I put on a little more makeup? Perhaps I should change my hair style a little?

In the end and with a bed full of discarded clothes, I wore what I normally would. I wasn’t a love struck teenager; I was a love struck school teacher!

“Hi Miss,” I heard his voice call from behind me.

I smiled, still staring out of the window from the second floor down to the playground. My heart and stomach jumped up and down with joy; if I wasn’t careful one would hit the other. I tried to act cool, so I just carried on staring out of the window. I could feel him approaching Bycasino güncel giriş me. Then his hand gently slipped into mine holding it lightly, ever so lightly.

“What are you doing Miss?” he purred softly.

We still hadn’t faced each other yet.

“I’m looking for someone special,” I replied, allowing myself a grin at the way I was teasing him.

“Oh how special Miss?”

“Very special, but I can’t seem to see him. Do you think he thinks I’m special?”

“I’m sure anyone that thought you were special, would be holding your hand right now Miss,” he whispered close to my ear.

I squeezed his hand, feeling an overwhelming sense of being wanted.

“Then perhaps I’m looking in the wrong place?”

I turned round wanting so desperately to kiss him. Even though it was lunchtime it was too risky. But it just heightened my longing for him all the more!

His eyes were glazed with lust just like mine felt. I reluctantly let go of his hand on hearing chattering voices up the corridor. Why couldn’t we be the only two people in the world? Why did we have to hide like this?

“I dare you to let me come to your house Thursday night Miss, and let me stay the night?”

I could see by the look on his face, he thought he was taking one hell of a risk coming out with this.

“It’s my turn not yours, you said I had 3 dares the other day,” I replied.

I watched his face drop a little.

“I dare you to come to my house Thursday and stay the night?” I mumbled.

His smile returned.

“Confirm the dare please Miss?”

“I dare you to come to my house and stay the night, with me?” I added.

He nodded, “Of course I will have to think about it, it is a very serious dare.”

He was teasing me now, but I’m sure the look in his eye said he would be there.

“Pete what about your parents, what will you tell them?”

“They think I’m staying at Steve’s that would be if I were to come to your house Miss.”

“Pete what if they check up on you?”

“They won’t Miss, they never check on me. You know now this is a big dare Miss, I’m going to have to think of something that will test you more.”

God that cheeky grin had me feeling excited.

“But I still have two left?”

“Yes Miss,” he replied.

“If you want to play games you shouldn’t show your hand,” I said with a grin.

He smiled back and then quickly shot forward and pecked my cheek.

The following day I could hardily keep my eyes off of him. It’s hard to play The Ice Queen, and at the same time give someone a little grin, hoping that I kept it from everyone else.

I checked the homework that I had given the class the next day. I slipped a piece of paper into Pete’s book. He excused himself.

“Where’s he going Miss?”

“To see the headmaster Sabrina, why would you like to go too?”

I was in full stride now, and that little bitch was too nosey for her own good.

“Cow,” I heard her mumble.

I just glared at her, “Stand up and face the wall Sabrina.”

I knew she wanted to defy me, one day she would but not just yet, I still had enough to make her worry. She did it after a few seconds thought. I could tell by her body language she hated me for making her stand there. She shuffled about from one leg to the other.

“What noise does a cow make Sabrina?”

She knew she would have to stand there for another 15 minutes if she didn’t answer.

“They moo,” she spat.

A few of the class chuckled.

“Very good, now sit down Sabrina.”

I ignored the way she kicked her chair back, and then dropped herself onto it with her arms crossed.

I smiled at the apples in the box that I had dared Pete to nick again. I read his note ‘one dare left now’.

I moved aside and let him in. I shut the door and when I turned round he grabbed me, it only took me a few seconds to respond to his kiss. I wanted him in my bed right now. But I had planned to make this a little romantic; I didn’t just want him fucking me straight away. Perhaps I was being silly thinking like this but I couldn’t help myself.

“Can I watch the swimming Miss?” he asked as we broke away.

I looked at the flowers he had been hiding behind his back, “of course you can.”

He teased me pulling the flowers away from me. Finally he smiled and I reached up and pecked his cheek. I had worried about cooking for him wanting everything to be just right. In the end I settled on a chicken salad, well I couldn’t mess that up could I?

I washed up after dinner, leaving him to eat his apple pie. I was watching my weight thinking now I had a reason too. Pete was watching the swimming by the time I had finished. I went into the lounge and sat nervously next to him on the couch. He put his arm round me and pulled me to him. Crazy, stupid, call it what you want? I was in fantasyland and nothing else mattered at that moment in time. I still felt a little awkward cuddling him, but he didn’t seem to notice or care.

We watched the swimming and I just felt happy to be with him.

“I love your freckles Miss.”

He didn’t turn away from the telly he just came out with it.

“Do you Pete?” I mumbled, tracing a finger over my nose and cheek.

“Miss, can we go to bed please Miss?”

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