Arthur Manly Love The life of Jack First Love It is aimed to have a series of stories concerning a man called Jack and the way he adapts to peoples differing attitudes towards sex. It follows him through his youth and on till he reaches a mature randy adult.

The in-between years are full of adventures which he takes in his stride, some easier than others but always gives his all. This is what the females like and want; Jack at his best.
 
 
 
 The Life of JACK part one 
 
 
 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 ADULT CONTENT WARNING 
   
 This book contains graphic stories and pictures of adults in explicit sexual situations and therefore not suitable for children under 18 years of age. 
   
 All of these stories are pure fantasy drawn from encounters the author has had at various times and at different venues around the world. The people within these pages do not exist. Please accept the author’s apology as any resemblance with someone of the same name and standing, is purely chance. 
   
 Needless to say, the author advises the use of condoms for casual sex at all times. The stories are fantasies based on a time before aids became widespread. 
   
 ALWAYS USE CONDOMS - SAFE SEX SAVES LIVES 
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
   
 
 The Life of Jack 
 
 . . . . . . Is a series of stories concerning a man called Jack and the way he adapts to peoples differing attitudes towards sex. It follows him through his youth and on till he reaches a mature randy adult. 
 The in-between years are full of adventures which he takes in his stride, some easier than others but always gives his all. This is what the females like and want -Jack at his best. 
   
 Books in the series . . . . . . 
   
 
 The Life of Jack - First Love 
 
 This is the story about how  Jack  accidentally meets up with a young chemist assistant called Jill who opens his eyes to the pleasures of sex. 
   
 
 The Life of Jack - Basic Training 
 
 Jack  joins the Army and soon finds that military training includes servicing of the neglected wives and daughters of the senior ranks and Officers. 
   
   
   
 
 The life of 
 
 
 Jack 
 
 
 Book 1 - First Love 
 
 by 
 Arthur Manly Love 
   
 
 This is the story about how  
 
 Jack  
 
 accidentally meets up with a young chemist assistant called Jill who opens his eyes to the pleasures of sex. 
 
   
   
   
 Chapter 1 
   
 This young Jack ushered as part of his working day whilst walking along the city street would spend time analysing the human life. Part of a regular habit was always to pull out a handkerchief purposely to help dry his sort of wet nose. 
 When viewing the local Chemist Shop he decided to buy some ‘Fisherman’s Friends’ to help clear his headache and the stopping of sneezing. His mother had diagnosed him as having ‘man flu’; a type of flue that knocks men down flat affecting every muscle in their body yet cleared by Friday in time for the lads night out. 
   
 As soon as he saw her standing there behind the counter in her white button up the front tunic he knew that she was the one for him. Her full breasts pushed the uppermost three buttons nearly to the bursting point, the top one having already given way. It allowed him a glimpse of her skin, which led his eyes down to the round curves of her breast and beyond into the darkness of the deep central crevasse they created. 
   
 He had to forcefully move his eyes away. 
   
 Then he noticed her beautiful fingernails, not varnished but simply well kept. Her long wavy black hair shimmered with every movement she made. It was reminiscent of an Arab horse he once had the privilege of watching at a show in the County Show. His eyes were dazzled for a second by her shiny hair brushing to and fro on her shoulders. His attention returned to her curving contours, which led his eyes back to her breasts. 
   
 “She must be about the same age as me,” he thought, turning his eyes up and looking directly at her face. She was blushing. 
   
 She was desperately trying to pull the top button into the buttonhole. Wiggling her hips and taking in of deep breaths did not seem to help. He was going to volunteer to help but thought better of it. Opinions like this were not allowed in his strict religious upbringing. All sexual intentions towards a female were supposed to be suppressed and only acted upon after the couple were married. This didn’t stop Jack from dreaming. 
   
 He remembered what he came for and asked. 
   
 “Can I have some ‘Fisherman’s Friends’ please?” 
   
 “Sorry, but we are out of them!” Came her immediate blunt answer. 
   
 She didn’t even look around at the shelves. Her eyes stayed fixed on his face while desperately trying to close her tunic. 
   
 Jack lifted his arm up and was about to point when a man popped up from behind the counter directly next to Jill. 
   
 “How many packets would you like, Sir?” he said somewhat out of breath. 
   
 He was in his fifties at a guess and in bad health as he was puffing and panting and rather red in the face. The big white coat he was wearing had a pen stuck in the top pocket which made Jack rightly think he was the manager. 
   
 He merely had to turn around to reach the huge display of Fisherman’s Friends. 
   
 “Here you are sir,” he said politely. “Anything else I can get you?” 
   
 Jill had taken a step backwards and was now standing behind her manager. She started motioning in small movements with one of her hands, while her middle finger pointed to her left. 
   
 Jack wasn’t sure what was happening. It was some kind of signal aimed at him but he was not getting the message. 
   
 “Did you not say you wanted a box of contraceptives?” Jill blurted out. 
   
 The man in the white coat first looked at Jill; then at Jack. 
   
 It was Jack’s turn to change his cheek to blush red. Should he go along with whatever the female assistant was planning? He might as well kept organising with the pretty young thing. 
   
 “Yes, that’s right, I, I, I want some,” What the hell did he need a box of “Johnnies” for, then he had an inspiration. The only place he had seen them openly on sale was at Joe’s Barbers shop. 
   
 “For, my hairdressing shop, yes that’s it, for my shop!” 
   
   
 This new query fell into the Chemists memory. 
 Then he turned and walked past Jill towards the hush-hush backdoor. As soon as he hid within the chosen entry Jill came marching out from behind the counter, picked up her handbag from a peg by the door, and placed her arm around Jack and dragged him out onto the street. 
   
   
 Chapter 2 
   
 She marched him down the road, up an arcade and through the marketplace before eventually stopping outside a café. 
   
 “Let’s have a cupper!” She said, pushing him in through the door. 
   
 As she sat down opposite him, Jack spotted that her third button had now come undone and was worried that her breasts were about to burst free. 
   
 “Hey!” She said banging her knee roughly against his knee under the table. “You men are all the same, one track minds.” 
   
 “But they’re nearly,” he stopped as he was not sure how to describe the event that was obviously about to happen. 
   
 “They won’t pop out if that’s what you’re thinking.” She brought her arms up in front of her chest then placed her whole upper body on the table. She then sort of manoeuvred her arms around into a position where she could push her breasts back into the folds of the white tunic. Then magically doing up the buttons. 
   
 Jack just watched in amazement. 
 “You’ve done that before.” 
   
 “Too many bloody times!” she said sharply. “Ever since I took on this job in that shop with that sex-mad chemist.” She stopped, looked at the counter, clicked her fingers and then said at the top of her voice, “What about some service?” 
   
 A young waiter came running and stood by their table, his eyes directed at Jill’s bosom. 
 Jack gave his shins a hard kick. “Hey! I’m the one doing the ordering.” 
   
 The waiter turned his gaze “Sorry, Sir. What can I get you?” 
   
 “Two of the strongest coffees you make.” Jack all of a sudden decided that he would get involved in this escapade which up to now was running under Jill’s control. “Bring two of those chocolate covered ring donuts,” he ordered. 
   
 The waiter left. 
   
 “Thanks,” she said looking directly at him. 
   
 Her mind had been in a spin from the minutes before he had entered the Chemist shop, to the time they had sat in the café. This was the first instance she really had an occasion to look at him. He had a very kind face full of freckles, a little red nose, pale blue eyes, and hair that at first glance could have done with cutting. It was auburn, down to his shoulders and sort of wavy yet clean but not well kept, a sort of out of control. Not at all resembling what his behaviour had been like up till now. Anyway, that was her first impression of him. 
   
 “You saved me from doing something I would have regretted all of my life,” she said with passion. 
 He stretched across the table and placed his hand on hers. “Are you in some sort of trouble?” he asked. 
   
 “Yes and no. Oh dear! I do not know,” was the reply and then she continued with an explanation of her confused state. “My father found me this job. He and that Mr Bartholomew, the chemist, are in some sort of ‘secret society’ who help each other, so I was sort of obliged to go there to work behind the counter. Anyway, I suppose it was my fault for not wanting to stay on in school.” 
   
 “What is wrong with the Chemist’s shop?” 
   
 “Nothing to start with, except that he insisted I wore a tunic that was a size too small. I complained that I was showing too much cleavage but he insisted and said it would help bring in more customers. Oh, Yes! Just horny, dirty old men like what he is.” She stopped and looked across at the coffee counter; their order had not yet been served. 
   
 “I should have realised what sort of man he was from the very first meeting I had with him in the back room. It was there he handed me the tunic. ‘Try it on then,’ he said. He just stood there expecting me to strip off in front of him. I refused, of course.” 
   
 She again looked over towards the busy staff behind the counter. “How long does a coffee take to make?” she said out loud. 
   
 Jack looked uncomfortable “Just relax, it will come. They are cleaning the machine so we will have a fresh cuppa.” He again placed his hand on hers and gave a gentle squeeze. 
   
 “Sorry, I should be calm but I am worrying what my father is going to say about the sexual tales received from his friend; I have ended that first job.” 
   
 “You will have to disclose him the truth!” Jack insisted. 
   
 “Whom do you think he will believe?” She rubbed his hand, “I have only known you for five minutes and here I am telling you all my troubles, you must think I am a trollop?” 
   
 The coffee and donuts arrived with an apology from the waiter. Jill instantly spooned three sugars into her cup, giving it a few quick stirs, and placed the cup to her lips. She quietly sipped the frothy mixture. As hot as it was, she managed to drink the cup in seconds. 
   
 “I needed that. Do you think I can have another?” 
   
 “Certainly,” Jack said lifting his hand up to attract the attention of the waiter. He then stuck up one finger and motioned with his lips, in a sort of sign language, “one more cup” and pointed to his lady guest. They must have understood as the waiter was at the table in seconds replacing the empty cup with a fresh full one. 
   
 “The Chemist, my father’s friend, asked me how much this job meant to me. I told him that I was desperate to get out of the tedious day to day boring lessons of the Technical College. He then said how he was, ‘putting himself out employing me, and that he was doing all of this as a great favour to my father. You should be very grateful and be obliged to me for the rest of your life,’ he said. Then he dragged a chair out from under a small table and sat on it. ‘Come here!’ I walked slowly and stood before him. ‘Now listen to me young woman, I have been nice to you, now it’s your turn to be nice to me.’ He rose his arms up and started undoing the buttons on my blouse with his fingers. I took a step backwards. ‘You have two choices; you can be nice to me or you can go back to college. Make your mind up now!’ He looked at my face and had a second glance at my body.” 
   
 “How’s the coffee? Sorry you continue the tale,” finished Jack placing his lips into silence. 
   
 “Like a fool, I took a step forward. I closed my eyes and let him do whatever he wanted with me. I felt his clumsy fingers trying to undo the buttons of my blouse. 
 To make things more difficult for him I purposely pushed out my breasts which wedged the material tighter locking the plans of his fingers, but it did not work as one by one the buttons were released. Slowly the blouse came apart like an opening of a curtain on the ‘first night’ in a theatre. My nicely rounded chest, scantily covered by a flimsy white frilly bra, printed with pink roses was there in full view. He froze; his hands outstretched as if ready to catch a professional rugby ball; his breathing came in short bursts. 
 ‘Mama-Mia’. 
 Yes, that’s what he said. His hands slowly dropped to the rest on his fatigued knees. It seemed as if he didn’t know what to do next, he just stared at my chest.” 
   
 Jill stretched her fingers across the table gripping the china handle for the final sip of the coffee. 
 “Gradually he regained his concentration. His fingers this time were attacking the buttons on the side of my short black skirt. It didn’t cover much of me, but whatever was under it was shortly going to be in view. Once the buttons were undone it just rolled off my hips and fell onto the floor. I had never been exposed like that before, my legs automatically crossed. Instinctively my hands tried to hide the most secret of parts which were barely covered by a pair of dainty white panties. His range roughly pushed my hands away, he sat back in his chair enjoying my body now fully observed in his gaze.” 
   
 Jill lingered from her initial recalls, she griped her finger around the handle of her china cup and looked at the young man also similarly drinking the last of the coffee. She watched his eyes and noticed those same familiar drooling mouths seemly part of the Chemist’s erotic tales. Had Jack picked up the loose touch of her breasts whilst some of the buttons had been dislodged? It might be novel to him, but deep inside her body she knew the sexually accounts were awakening his masculinity. 
 Her own body observed Jacks body. 
 Her nipples had become erect. 
   
 Jill looked at his face. “I shouldn’t admit this to you, but at first I was frightened. It wasn’t until my blouse was being opened that I became aware of a deep heat which was initiated by the material touching my breasts. It then progressed slowly through the stomach down to my abdomen. I recognized it as the start of a sexual craving which I had felt only once before. On that occasion, I was left in a height of extreme passion created by this older man. I vowed it would never happen again and the only way to ensure a productive result was for me to keep my whole body in total control.” 
   
 The whole table continued with a silence, even Jacks short grip of a coffee cup only lasted a few seconds. 
   
 “Realising by covering my breasts with my right arm and gradually a left hand over my panties it gave me the opportunities to expose myself. This not only gave him pleasure but also it increased my own sensations.” 
   
 Jill stretched her hand out across the table in the direction of Jack who immediately stretched his hand up from where his fingers had been rubbing the gap between his tight trousers and the hard swollen penis. 
   
 “His grunting got louder as he rubbed his hands feeling along his own thighs and crotch,” was the first voice added by Jill. “The movement of my hands touching across my body gave myself a small enjoyment, but his wrong impression of his hands forcing inside my elastic bands pushed my hated emotion upsetting his bastardy thoughts. Each touch of his fingers pushed the depth of this dirty old man against my emotionless body. 
 I fulfilled my obligations and sat on his lap and no doubt found the crude and vile side of sex.” 
   
 “I; I; I’m seem to have been interested in the ways your body has somehow been fondled,” the whole story was taken interested by Jack. 
   
 “Listen what you are about to realise is that I was totally and completely stunned by what the dirty old man had handled the playing of my body,” was the words repeated by Jill. “The whole arrangements of garments and all the comprising of sexual touching seemed to be taken about the planned fondling around my standing body. 
 The whole incident stopped. 
 A doorbell rang loudly; eventually the chemist redressed his clothing and disappeared out of the room.” 
 Jill placed her hand across the table placing a finger sealing Jacks lips to keep him silence. 
 Jill continued, “the room back door opened and in came the chemist assistant Mrs Daniels; she had been off work for a week surfing of a bad sickness. 
 Luckily, moments earlier I had buttoned up my new tunic when she burst into the backroom dragging a reluctant Mr Bartholomew behind. 
 Mrs Daniels words stood known, ‘I hope you’re looking after her better than you looked after me?’ 
 His first said was, ‘Of course,’ came his reply. 
 ‘Yes,’ his regular shop assistance said, ‘well I know you, keep your hands off her. She is only a young girl.’ Mrs Daniels looked at me. ‘And get her a decent tunic, she’s overflowing this one.’ Her voiced turned to the chemist and turned towards the door, ‘I will be back in on Monday, this medicine will have cured me by then.’ and off she went.” 
   
 Back in the café, Jill took another bite out of her donut. 
   
 “So you didn’t sit on his lap?” Jack asked. 
   
 “Not then but every morning he tried, he was always up to some sort of tricks. This morning when I was serving you he was down behind the counter running his hairy hands up between my legs. He was supposed to be sorting out the worked cupboard further along under the counter but took advantage of my circumstances. Those fingers were about to enter under my panties when you asked for some ‘Fisherman’s Friends’.” 
   
 “Is that why you were red-faced? 
   
 She blushed and put her face into her hands. 
   
 “Do have another donut?” Jack asked standing up ready to order. He was ready to hang around the table and wanting to hear more of her story. 
   
 “No ta,” came her reply, “would you walk me home?” 
   
 “Yes,” he said without thinking, then realising that she could be living miles away. “Where do you live?” He asked trying to appease his thoughts on the worry of a long journey and added, “Just out of curiosity of course.” 
   
 “It’s not far.” 
   
   
   
 Chapter 3 
   
 The young couple walked along beside each other through the crowded shopping area, past the ruined castle, and out under the railway bridge. From here they needed to cross the busy road to get to the tree-lined walk which linked Dawkins Wood, a fifties development of flats, close to the town centre. 
   
 As they stood by the curb waiting for a gap in the traffic, Jack grabbed Jill’s hand and shouted, “After the green one!” 
   
 Beating the traffic, they reached the island in the centre of the road. Jill huddled to Jack as a huge lorry came uncomfortably close. 
   
 “Now!” he shouted and again he pulled her across the remaining piece of road, her legs running as fast as they could to keep up with the agile Jack. On arriving on the other side he put his arms around her, as a celebration of completing the crossing safely. You could be wrong in thinking that they had crossed a shark-infested sea and survived. Their eyes met and for a minute they both assumed of kissing. A lorry’s horn sounded and a bearded driver hanging out of his cab window made a rude gesture at them, which broke the spell. They turned and continued walking up the road hand in hand. 
   
 Dawkins Wood was a collection of five, ten story grey concrete buildings built to accommodate the baby boom that came after the War in 1945. The local council erected a building for people with families who could not afford a new house. 
   
 The whole place had suffered neglect over the last ten years what with gangs of young hooligans roaming by night adding to its bad reputation. Most of the inhabitants enjoyed their accommodation positioned as they were close to the shopping centre. They were on the valley floor just out of town surrounded by green trees, their height giving most of their occupant’s splendid views of the sea. 
   
 For once the lift worked which chugged and squeaked the couple up to the tenth floor. The flowers and greenery that greeted them as the doors opened, was a pleasant surprise to Jack. It was more pleasing than the garish graffiti sprayed on every flat surface around the entrance to the lift. He approached a red rose bush and smelt it before following Jill along the corridor. On one side were the doors and windows of each flat, on the other a mere waist-high concrete wall. 
   
 “We are sheltered on three sides near the surrounding hills,” said Jill. “In the summer we catch the warm southern breezes.” 
   
 Jack stood enjoying what he could see, “You must have the best view in town,” and then said excitedly “I can see inside the castle and look the ships going in and out of the harbour. Amazing!” 
   
 “Keep your eyes pointing in that direction,” Jill said whilst placing one hand on his back and the other removing a key from a nearby flowerpot. 
   
 “What are you doing?” Jack said jokingly twisting as if trying to turn, as he had guessed what she was up to. “You don’t keep the key in there all the time, do you?” 
   
 “Yes, we have good neighbours,” She unlocked the door and walked in. “Come on, Dad won’t be home till five thirty.” 
   
 He slowly crossed the threshold and was surprised at the size of the well-lit, pleasantly decorated room. Its only fault was the air; it smelt of smoke. 
   
 Jill noticed Jack sniffing “That’s my father, he loves relaxing in front of the telly with his pipe. When Mum was alive he was made to go outside but now....” The sadness in her voice caused her to stop. 
   
 Jack hugged her and looked into her sad looking eyes. “Sorry, I did not know.” 
   
 Their faces met with a connexion which added to a further first real touch of lips. Their kiss scattered to a long touched gain of lovers. Just a few pecks, then more contact. Their arms jostled for a better grip of each other’s bodies, pulling and tugging; then their lips came together harder as they gradually succumbed to their mounting sexual desires. 
   
 Jack had never kissed a girl for so long. When they eventually stopped, he was feeling out of breath and pleasantly heady. He certainly had never had a feeling like that before. 
   
 While Jack was engrossed in scientifically analysing what had just happened, Jill was planning her next move. This boy, she liked and she was not going to let him slip through her hands. She was nineteen, had a few so-called loves, been around a bit and therefore had a bad reputation. 
 “Would you like to see my bedroom Jack?” she casually asked hoping he would not refuse. 
   
 They walked the short distance to the door that led down a corridor, past the bathroom and the toilet, to a pink door that had a notice on it which read: “No Entry”. She opened the door and gently pulled him into the room. 
   
 “Wow! It’s all pink,” were his first words, “Not that I am against pink, it’s just ....pink.” 
   
 “What do you expect, I’m a girl if you haven’t noticed,” she said sticking out her chest. 
   
 The whole room was over the top pink. Everything from the ceiling to curtains, carpet, bed, cupboard, radio and record player were all pink. Even a hairy animal lying on the windowsill that looked like a prehistoric cat was pink. 
   
 “That’s Woolf, watch he bites.” 
   
 Jack sat on the edge of the bed watching Jill as she twisted to pick up a few items of clothing strewn across the floor. He thought she looked lovely even in the tight white chemist shop tunic she was still wearing. 
   
 “I want you to turn around and face that wall while I take this horrible thing off,” she said rather sharply. Realising that the nasty tone of voice she used was not meant for him but for her father’s Chemist friend which she said again repeating a better smile to her voice, “Will you turn around for me please?” 
   
 Jack lifted a knee onto the bed allowing his body and his head to turn towards the wall. From that angle, he realised he could see Jill in a mirror perched on a corner dressing table. “Listen, should I go outside?” He started to turn back to tell her but she noticed him move and repeated her order. 
   
 “Face that wall, that’s a good boy and don’t move.” 
   
 Perhaps he should have closed his eyes but the temptation to look was too great. He watched her fingers unbutton the tunic the white cloth parting under the force of her breasts and falling to the floor. The matching bra and panties seemed to have been made for her. Stretching an arm behind her back she undid the elasticised catch whilst her other arm held up her bra at the front. 
   
 Jack closed his eyes for a split second in disbelief that he was going to watch such a beautiful girl remove her clothes there in front of him. 
   
 As her arm slowly dropped the left breast popped out pushing aside the covering material, then the right. 
 They were not as big as what he expected but was surprised at their firmness. They didn’t droop but sort of hung there and were turned up at the ends. Her nipples, they just stood like cups on brown saucers. Jack had seen his mother nude once when he caught her in the bath, she had forgotten to lock the door, and had seen photographs in magazines passed around in the schoolyard but those hung downwards. These were special. He was getting randy, especially when she removed her panties to show a triangle of dark curly hair, which he knew hid her most feminine secrets. This part of the female anatomy he knew nothing about. 
   
 As an only child brought up in a strict Christian home, he wasn’t privileged to any feminine gossip. His school had been an all-male private school; the only girls he ever saw came from the Grammar school to play tennis in the nearby park dressed in their gym skirts and knickers. Watching them during break time with the rest of his classmates was all right but not worth a whole break time. At the time playing rugby was more important. 
   
 Jill was standing there naked. He thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world. 
   
 She reached over and picked up a, you guessed it, a pink dressing gown and put it on. After tying it around her waist she walked then jumped, landing flat on her stomach onto the bed next to Jack. 
   
 The mattress vibrated so much that it sent Jack sliding onto the floor with a bump. 
   
 “Why did you do that?” shouted Jack. “You frightened the life out of me.” He got up and sat back on the bed. 
   
 Jill turned to face him her pink gown half undone due to her crazy stunt. “Sorry,” she apologised and reached over and stroked his head. “Come lay down next to me.” 
 Jack did just that but then realised his shoes were on the bed so he lifted himself up again and put his legs over the side. “Mum doesn’t allow shoes on the bed.” 
   
 Jill laughed. “Pull them off then!” 
   
 Jack nodded his head in agreement. Undoing his laces he removed the shoes placing them tidily on the floor. On the way back up the bed, Jack had to pass Jill’s bare legs, she opened them to tantalise him allowing the gown to widen. Jack tried to pull the material back over her thighs but failed. 
   
 Jill pushed her knee up further towards his chin. 
   
 He wasn’t sure what to do next. The knee moved this way and that way close to his face. Jack pursed his lips and kissed the white flesh. With the new found courage his lips moved up the bare thigh inch by inch until his nose touched her pubic hair. Surprised by this he lifted his head. 
   
 Jill realising he had not had much experience with females, reaching out her hand and placed it under his chin. “Don’t be afraid, I will show you what to do.” 
   
 Jack crawled up the bed until he was in line with her face. 
   
 Jill gave him a small peck on the lips. 
   
 Looking at her he said, “you, then, so....” 
   
 He was so nervous about asking her a question that he had difficulty getting the words out. “You, you’ve had plenty of experience then?” 
   
 Blushing she admitted, “You are the first person that I have had voluntarily in my bed. But...” 
 She stopped and waited for a reaction. 
   
 “You mean you have had a man in here before?” Jack said with a surprised voice. 
   
 “I’m not that kind of a girl, honest! I do behave sometimes like a trollop but I can assure you I am not one.” She said punching him in the chest. 
   
 “The time I am talking about happened two years ago, I woke up to find a man in my bed.” 
   
 “In here?” Jack questioned pointing a finger at the pink sheet. 
   
 “Yes. It was my brothers twenty-first birthday; he had brought all his friends back to the flat for a drink. Mum and Dad had gone to London for an appointment at a hospital and whilst there do a show leaving me at home with my brother with strict instructions to stay in my room. Their heavy rock music was so loud I couldn’t listen to my own records, but it was the neighbours complaining that eventually put an end to the noise. The place went quiet. Too quiet! I knew they were up to something so sneaking in to have a look with the excuse of wanting a drink of water I found the living room in darkness except for the light from the television. There were bodies everywhere, mostly male but there were a few females all watching a film of naked people puffing and panting. I’m not sure what they thought of me walking through their field of vision in my pink baby dolls. Anyway, not a word was said and I went back to my bedroom, climbed into bed and put out the light. What were they watching? I had a good idea; it made me hot in my stomach and I fell asleep with my hands clutched between my legs.” 
   
 Jack slowly put one of his hands down inside his trousers, adjusted a few items and brought it back up again. 
   
 “Hey! You’re getting randy?” With that, Jill placed her hand against Jacks groin. “It’s stiff!” 
   
 It was Jacks turn to blush “It just got caught in my Y-fronts.” 
   
 “Better keep listening boy as what happened next became one of my most erotic adventures yet. In the middle of the night I woke up sweating, I was laying on my side whilst dreaming of a great big dog climbing on my back and licking my ear. Then I realised that there was something actually licking my ear. It was so realistic, but we didn’t own a dog. Who or whatever it was moved down my back kissing and licking as it went. I was too frightened to move. Then a hand moved over the top of my nightie and started rubbing my breasts. Very gently to start with, then the fingers concentrated on twiddling my erect nipples. 
 Gradually my original feeling of fear transformed into the most wonderful sexual feeling I had ever had. Every muscle seemed to have relaxed; whoever the person was could have done whatever they wanted with me. I realised that it was male, as there was a distinct hard feature pushing against my bum.” 
   
 “He turned me onto my back. His hand found its way across my tummy, across my tiny panties and down to the junction of my legs. Long fingers forced their way down further parting my legs whilst at the same time rubbing on my most secret parts. Up and down, up and down pushing the cloth against my inner parts; how long was this going to last I wondered. I believe it was then I started panting. He threw off the sheets and covers and pulled down my panties, the only remaining obstacle. His fingers now got to work opening my secret lips, touching, prodding, I was in heaven. Parting my legs he climbed in between. My body wanted him but there was a part of me that said no; the nagging obstacle was a promise made to myself many years previous that I would only lose my virginity to a boy I loved.” 
   
 “My hand automatically went down to cover my vagina only to touch his big moist thing that was there ready to ravish me. 
 Then the bedroom door opened and the light came on. My brother Paul entered. Hovering above me was his friend Caribbean Charles with the biggest black cock I had ever seen. Paul came over towards us and hit Charles on the head knocking him off the bed.” 
   
 He was still trying to pull up his trousers as Paul dragged him by the hair towards the door, “she’s only seventeen you idiot” he kept on shouting. 
   
 “I’m actually eighteen,” I said to my brother as he looked over at me. 
   
 “Just cover yourself up girl and don’t say a word to Mum and Dad.” 
   
 “He closed the door of my bedroom with me still lying on the bed, my baby doll nightie rolled up above my belly button, from there down I was naked with my legs wide apart waiting. It’s a terrible feeling for a girl who one minute in time is in heaven then… nothing.” 
   
   
 Chapter 4 
   
 Jack could tell by Jill’s dreamy eyes that she was living her fantasy. She had gone quiet and left her hand rub the private parts hidden under the pink dressing gown. 
   
 In a way he was glad of touching her body because he had enjoyed the feel as much as she had. His hand was down the front of his trousers yet again. 
   
 “You randy little git, you’re enjoying my stories.” she said teasing him. 
   
 She could see by the bulge in his trousers that he was a man; he just needed guidance and she was the one to provide it. Stretching out she gave him a peck on his lips, then another, and then their lips were glued tight together. They turned on their sides facing each other, arms embraced pulling their bodies closer as if one. The kissing became noisier, frantic at times, then slow and more leisurely. 
   
 This time it was Jill who first stopped kissing and pulled away slightly from Jack. She got hold of one of his hands and slowly placed it inside the parting of the pink dressing gown and onto her breast. 
   
 Jack remembers the first time he touched a breast at a blind date in the cinema. His friend David had sorted out an arranged dating evening for himself and Jack. Dai’s first girl was with an Anne, the girl that Jack thought was the nicest girl in the village. Jack had remembered her from school; she was a pretty blond, had a perfect body and was intelligent. He would have done anything for a night with her. 
 Jack was stuck with a subsequent girl, a larger breast and a huge larger hip. 
 During at the back seat at the cinema of Zorro and the Spanish Gold, Jack noticed Anne got down on her knees between Dai’s legs, she opened his zip and pulled out his cock, then placed the stiff pink sausage into her mouth. 
 Jack closed his eyes, he could not believe what he had seen. 
 His feelings had ended. 
 To hide his memory Jack changed from his past, he instead used the activity of handling his girlfriend, Bethan. 
 Their bodies sitting next to each other firstly watched the cinema’s screen before soon eventually touched each of their limbs, then spare loves tested their lips until their figures got badly selected. Jack managed to run a hand up against some huge bare breasts. Bethan’s larger fatter hip tried to wedge the space between the cinemas’ seat and at the same time dislodging Jack’s zip and trouser. The whole activity had caused a further chaos when the manager shone his torch stopping all their activity before removing the couples out of the cinema. 
 Jack ended his early attempts at fondling large female breasts. 
   
   
 Chapter 5 
   
 It was hard to believe but Jack was lying on a bed stroking the breast of a stranger; yes, that’s what she was. They had met two hours previously in a Chemist shop under the strangest of circumstances. He wasn’t complaining, on the contrary, he was having a whale of a time. 
   
 So was Jill, she was enjoying being in control. From showing him the techniques of titillating her breasts, she progressed by taking his hand down to her vagina. 
   
 Jacks face all of a sudden looked rather strained, as was the bulge in his trousers, “We haven’t time to go further.” he said in a panicky voice. He rolled off the bed and ran for the toilet. 
   
 Jill turned and looked at her pink clock on the table “Christ, Dad will be home shortly.” 
   
 Jill followed Jack to the toilet and shouted, “Are you all right in there?” 
 As a joke, she pushed the door open and added, “Do you want a hand?” 
   
 Jack was standing with his trousers down a scrunched up ball of toilet paper in his hands. 
 “No, I’m all right thank you.” 
   
 Jill was astounded at what she saw. “Are you sure, cause that looks as if you could do with an extra hand.” 
   
 “No thanks, I can manage myself.” 
   
 By the time Jack had returned to the bedroom, Jill had dressed. She was wearing a short-sleeved, tight fitting, pale green cotton T-shirt, and a pair of jeans. 
   
 “You look a million dollars, a supermodel to grace any cat-walk,” he told her. 
   
 Jill’s smile disappeared, her face changed to a look of worry, “Oh dear! I have to tell you, Jack, I have another problem.” She sat down on the bed. 
   
 “For a young girl who should be enjoying life, you certainly attract trouble. What is it this time?” He sat beside her. 
   
 “This morning on the way to work, the lifts weren’t working so I had to come down the stairs. Waiting for me on the fifth floor was ‘Flash’, that’s what we call him, his proper name is Bart Tomlinson. He was in my class in college until a few months ago, when he got himself expelled. He is a keen photographer, caught Mr James, the electronics lecturer, having sex with the new young secretarial tutor in the computer room. Why they chose that room which is full of windows I don’t know. Anyway, the next day a very clear, well-taken pornographic photograph was posted on the notice board and only one person had the equipment to take such a shot. ‘Flash’ was sent packing.” 
   
 “This morning he was waiting for me on a landing between floors. He handed me an envelope that had inside an image of me, topless, sitting on Mr Bartholomew the Chemists lap. I just crumpled it up and stuffed it into my handbag.” 
   
 “I can print hundreds more if I want to,” he said. 
   
 “What are you after then?” I asked nearly in tears. 
   
 “I think you have a lovely body, a lovely face, I just want to photograph you.” 
   
 “Just photograph? Pull the other one. I know what you’re after.” I said and started to walk away. 
   
 He shouted after me, “Wait, come and meet Jeremy.” 
   
 From a dark corner came a young gentleman wearing a black suit and white shoes. He looked very smart but a little camp. 
   
 Jeremy kissed my hand before removing out from behind his black coat a magazine called ‘Star Girls’. He handed it over to me. 
   
 Then ‘Flash’ butted in with, “this is what we two have founded in a studio on Dock Road, haven’t we Jeremy?” Jeremy nodded and put an arm around Bart. 
   
 “I wouldn’t have said ‘Flash’ was gay, I quite fancied him at one time; a lot of us girls did,” Jill remarked. 
   
 “What did he want?” Jack queried. 
   
 “Just for me to undo the buttons of my white tunic, there and then, and let Jeremy hold my breasts,” she stopped in mid-sentence. “I think I have heard the lift come up, bet that’s Dad. Better if he didn’t catch us in the bedroom.” 
   
 They had just sat down next to each other on the living room settee when the door opened and in came Jill’s father, Mr Paterson. 
   
 He was surprised to see his daughter home so early and immediately asked, “Are you all right? Are you ill?” 
   
 “No, I am fine Dad, honestly.” Came Jill’s reply, but her face still had a bit of a worried look to it. 
   
 “Why are you home so early? Has Dick Bartholomew thrown you out of his Chemist’s shop?” he said with a laugh. 
   
 “Sort of, Dad.” 
   
 “What have you done? Dick has helped us by giving you a job; I hope you haven’t abused his kindness and harmed our friendship.” 
   
 Jill cupped her face in her hands. 
   
 Jack stood up and cleared his throat. “Sir, this friend of yours has been abusing his position and has been sexually harassing your daughter.” 
   
 “Who are you?” Jill’s Dad asked. 
   
 “A friend of your daughters, I sort of rescued her this afternoon from the clutches of this disgusting man,” he said and sat down. 
   
 “Is this true Jill? Are you saying that Dick Bartholomew, Chairman of the local Roundtable, father of four, who gives a lot of time to several charities has been, well, what has he done to you exactly? Has he accidentally touched you on your knee or brushed his hand on your chest. What exactly has he done?” Jill’s father pulled a chair closer to the settee and sat down. 
   
 “He made me remove some clothes and ….” She started crying. Through the sobbing, she said, “He made me sit on his knee and he touched me.” 
   
 Jill’s father looked at Jack. “Is that right? What’s your name again?” 
   
 Jack looked a little worried himself at this point realising he had been dragged into a problem which really he had nothing to do with. 
   
 “It’s Jack, Jack James. I wasn’t there at the time this all happened but I can vouch for your daughter’s story.” 
   
 “Jill is a good actress and she sometimes can turn small things into bloody big mountains. Can’t you, my Sweetie Pie?” He stretched over and stroked the top of Jill’s head with his hand. 
   
 “I am not making this up,” she said through more sobs. “He is a vile man and I am not going back there.” 
   
 “I suppose I will have to speak with Dick, you had better be right,” he said forcefully. 
   
 Then Jack remembered Jill’s tale about this morning. “We have proof, haven’t we Jill?” Giving her a nudge and pulling her hands away from her face. “The photograph, it’s in your handbag.” 
   
 Jill got up and went into the bedroom only to return moments later with her pink handbag. She opened it, removed the brown envelope and handed it to her father. 
   
 “Jesus, that’s Dick all right, but is that you on his knee?” he asked Jill. “I recognise your black hair but you have…” he stopped not sure whether to say what was on his mind or not. “You have grown.” 
   
 This was a reference to the large pair of breasts, which sort of dominated the photograph. 
   
 “The evidence is there plain to see Dad, I am not bothered whether you confront him or not. I’m not going back there to work if that’s all right with you.” 
   
 “Come here My Love,” he stood up and opened his arms. Jill fell into them and they hugged. “I will have to find you some other work to do,” he said speaking quietly into her ear. 
   
 Feeling a little out of it Jack said without thinking, “Perhaps she could come and work at my newspaper.” 
   
 They both turned and looked at him, then said in unison, “Your newspaper? You own a newspaper?” 
   
 “Sorry a slip of the tongue, of course, I don’t own it, I simply work there as a reporter,” Jack added. 
   
 Jill looked disappointed and then said to Jack, “I was just going to say that I had found not only the nicest boy in town but also the richest!” 
   
 Jill split from her father’s grasp and turned towards Jack. “Sorry Dad, I did not introduce you properly to Jack, he is my new boyfriend.” 
   
 Jack stood up his face blushing slightly. 
   
 “Call me Bill,” said Jill’s father and they both shook hands. 
   
 “I too failed to get on with school,” chirped Jack “so my Father started me off going around funeral businesses getting information for the ‘death’ pages. I just progressed this week to the local court where I was supposed to be all this afternoon reporting on petty crime and speeding fines. Perhaps I will be looking for a job when I eventually get back.” he said laughing. 
   
 “Sorry Jack, all this time I have been worrying about my problems without a mere thought about you.” she leaned over and gave a peck on his lips. 
   
 Jack was not accustomed to this lovey-dovey attention from females and felt a small surge of heat in his cheeks. But he also found a spot of enjoyment in it, which reflected in a surge of blood in his loins. 
   
 “My boss is pretty lenient, he is actually my Father. He is the editor so I most certainly will ask him if there is work for a young lady who likes to keep abreast of local news.” 
   
 Jill’s father thought the last remark funny, but Jill did not. 
   
 “It’s not easy being a woman,” she said trying to pull in her breasts. 
   
 “You’re certainly a woman,” her Father added. “Got your Mother’s figure and your beauty is definitely from me.” 
   
 Jill started pushing her father in the chest and playfully attacking him with a loose cushion off the settee. 
   
   
   
 Chapter 6 
   
 The lift was working but Jack and Jill decided to go down the stairs hoping that they might bump into the two men involved in running ‘Star Girls’. 
   
 Jill casually said, “Lots of girls start off their careers in glamour photography, you know.” 
   
 “Not if they want to be my girlfriend.” Jack snapped. 
   
 “You’ve only been my boyfriend for a few hours and you’re putting down the rules already.” 
   
 “I don’t want to share you with the world; I want you to be just mine?” He grabbed her, put his arms around her, and gave her a kiss. 
   
 Together they moved across and leant in a cuddle against the wall. His hand played with her breast exactly how she had shown him, her nipples grew bigger. He inserted his hand underneath her green tee-shirt and onto her bra, cupping her breast. There his hand stayed whilst their kissing got stronger more intense. Their legs rubbed at each other’s private parts as their sexual desire increased. Jack’s hand pulled the bra strap off Jill’s left shoulder releasing the front of the cup allowing his fingers to play with her nipple. This sent Jill into a fit of ecstasy. They stopped kissing as their breathing becomes harder, more like panting. 
   
 “Where do I go from here?” Jack asked. 
   
 “We can’t go further, not here anyway.” Jill took a deep breath. “A bloody camera could be on us right now.” 
   
 Jack looked around but could see nobody. They rearrange their clothes and carried on going down the stairs. 
   
 Chapter 7 
   
 They walked back into town holding hands in the last rays of sunshine, skipping, joking and teasing each as if they had been together for years. Now and again Jack would pull Jill into a quiet corner, for a kiss and a cuddle. The journey took a lot longer than normal and so by the time they arrived at the foyer of the Valley News building it was nearly knocking off time for the day shift and for Jack. They crept past the woman on the desk and climbed into the waiting lift. The top floor button was pressed and up they went. It was much faster than the lift up to Jill’s flat; so much so that it drew a little whimper from Jill as it came to a halt. 
   
 “How far up are we?” she asked. 
   
 Jack came across and put his arms around her, he bent forward and kissed her neck and again started playing with her breast. “The building is not as tall as your flats; it’s just the lifts much faster.” 
   
 She let his fingers play with her nipple whilst they kissed. 
   
 “Stop it now, somebody might come in!” she said pushing him away. 
   
 “The top floor isn’t used at this time of day, were safe up here.” 
   
 The door of the lift opened onto a floor covered in a red carpet, dark wood lined walls and lots of brown leather chairs positioned around a long oak table. 
   
 “Let’s sort out things with your father first, we will have plenty of time to get to know each other later.” 
   
 “You’re right,” said Jack pulling a face, “I have never been this close to a girl before and you’re… driving me wild!” 
   
 “My breasts, is that’s what’s driving you crazy?” she butted in. 
   
 “It’s all of you,” Jack said taking a deep breath. 
   
 Jill placed a hand on his crotch. “You too have something I am longing for”. 
   
 The lift descended several floors. The noise that met them as the lift door opened was overwhelming. Jack had pressed the wrong button. This floor was where the paper was printed. The massive roller presses were all working at full speed, giving off a deafening noise. Jill placed her hands over her ears and turned towards the wall in fright. 
   
 Jack pressed the buttons to get the lift moving. The doors eventually closing; the silence a relief, and this time he stopped the lift at the correct floor. Jill stayed cowering motionless in the corner only gradually shifting when tugged by a laughing Jack. The doors opened. The noise this time was different. The sound was of human voices and the clacking of typewriters; here the majority of the staff worked in a large open-plan room. They walked past rows of desks, each one occupied by mostly young females sitting near a telephone and wearing on their heads earphones. Each one talking away, oblivious to their close neighbours who were also talking loudly. 
   
 “They deal with advertising,” Jack said, moving past heading towards a series of glass-fronted offices at the far end of the room. 
   
 The first door had written on it “Editor – Mr John D James S.f.E.P.” Inside, sitting behind a desk was a balding, pink-faced, rather large figure of a man in a white shirt open at the neck with his sleeves rolled up. In front of him parading back and fro was a rather smart lady in a dark suit; she was trying to explain something with the aid of a paper fixed to a board. 
   
 “Looks as if my father is busy,” Jack said pointing to the action that was taking place behind the glass panelled door of the office. 
   
 He turned and looked across the busy room wondering how he was going to explain to his father why he had not attended the local court. This was his task for the day; his gathered information was to be used as space fillers in tomorrow’s paper. It was too late for that as the paper was already being printed. 
   
 Should he tell the truth? This was his advice to Jill when she faced the same predicament with her father. If he told his father what had happened in the Chemists shop he was sure he wouldn’t believe him. There was also his promise to Jill to keep the episode a secret. 
   
 
 
 
 Chapter 8 and 9 
   
 Chapter 8 
   
          The door suddenly opened, a head came into view. “Come on in,” it was Jacks father. 
   
 He ushered the youngsters towards a settee and asked them to sit. He introduced them to the lady in the suit. 
 “This is the Newspaper’s new deputy editor, Mary Green, she has an idea which I would like your opinion on.” He stopped talking and returned to sit behind his desk. 
   
 Mary held up her board, on it a photograph of a female in very skimpy underwear. 
 “My suggestion is to start a weekly section in the paper devoted to females. Describing new clothes, makeup, and jewellery and so on, I plan to call it ‘SHE’. What are your first impressions?” 
   
 Jack had a broad smile on his face. 
 “Very nice, I’m growing partial to ladies in underwear,” he said giving Jill a nudge, “but what about us men?” 
   
 “Good question!” voiced his father from behind the desk. 
   
 Then Jill stood up. “What about several pages covering both sexes, items like new films, shows, gadgets. A ‘pull-out’ and call it something like ‘THAT’S LIFE’!” 
   
 “I like it!” shouted Jacks father rather excitedly. “Excuse me for asking you the young lady, but which department do you work in?” He made his way across the room towards her. 
   
 “My names Jill Paterson,” she said and held out her hand. 
   
 Jack’s father grasped it and shook it gently. “I thought I knew everyone working for the paper?” 
   
 “She doesn’t work for us, Dad.” answered Jack “As a matter of fact she doesn’t work for anyone; she is on the dole.” 
   
 “Is that right, Jill?” 
   
 “Yes Sir, I was made redundant today.” 
   
 “Mmmm! Very interesting,” he turned to his deputy. “Mary I like the reaction of these youngsters to your proposal, I will give you a month; which is four publications. If after that time the paper’s sales have not increased, then I will pull the plug.” 
   
 “What about staff, Sir?” Mary asked. 
   
 “I cannot spare any of my regular reporters. He stopped and thought for a few seconds, “You may have these two,” Jack’s father said putting his hand resting on their heads. “They seem to be enthusiastic and full of ideas.” 
   
 Jack and Jill stood up and with that Mary shook their hands. “Welcome to the team; we will meet in my office tomorrow morning at nine. See you then.” And off she went with the happiest face you’ve ever seen. 
   
 “Dad, about today, I am sorry…” 
   
 “Look, Jack, its time you took things seriously, a paper needs reliable staff. This is your last chance so don’t let me down and don’t let Mary down with her new venture.” He turned towards Jill “Welcome to the newspaper. All of this excitement I bet has made you hungry?” 
   
 Jill had not thought about food, the thrill of being given a proper job with the Newspaper was still buzzing in her head. 
   
 “Come home with Jack and myself, I believe we are having chicken tonight. Do you like chicken?” 
   
 Jill nodded. 
   
 “Good, there are so many vegetarians about these days. I like a woman that eats proper food. What do you say, Jack?” 
   
 Jack simply nodded in agreement. 
   
 Jacks father strode back towards his desk and picked up the phone. “Operator, could you put me through to my home please?” There was a silence “Mrs James, we have another guest for dinner, a lady friend of Jack’s. Yes, we will be home by six-thirty. See you later. Love you.” 
   
 Jack stood close to Jill, his hand secretly hunting for hers. He found it and gently squeezed it. 
   
 “That’s all arranged at the moment.” Jack’s father pulled out a bunch of keys and handed them to Jack. “I will meet you in the car in, say, ten minutes. Just need to finish off some paperwork, then I will be with you.”   
        
 Jack opened the rear door of the dark blue Jaguar. It was the only car left in the well-lit underground car park. This was his father’s pride and joy, he washed and polished it every free moment he had. As soon as they entered it looked clean, it smelt of polish as they slid across the cold mock leather back seat. 
   
 Jack pulled Jill towards him and gave her a kiss, his hand automatically crawling around her waist searching for the bare skin between her T-shirt and jeans. They kissed as his hands gradually climbed up under the thin material, moving forward towards Jill’s breasts. He gently massaged her stiffening nipples through her bra. 
   
 She was in ecstasy. 
   
 So was Jack, but he knew he could not advance further as his father might turn up at any time. With one eye on the car park door, Jack slipped a hand down between Jill’s legs and roughly rubbed her crutch. She purred and panted, and then her whole body shook as she climaxed. 
   
   
 Chapter 9 
   
 At Jacks home, Jill enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere that surrounded the whole evening, even the small prayer the family shared before the starting of the meal she participated in. They made her feel at home. It was times like this that she missed her mother. 
   
 She remembered her early teens when her body was bursting with sexual desire but she could not confront her mother knowing she had much greater problems. She had breast cancer. The whole family went through two years of agony culminating in a painful death. This affected Jill the most. Overnight this clever and ambitious schoolgirl became a rebellious outcast. 
   
 Later Jill helped Agnes, Jack’s mother, with the washing up, then retiring to the front room. The intention was to play ‘Rummy’ a card game they always played as a family. 
   
 Unfortunately, Jill only knew the rules to one game, strip poker. Explaining the rules was rather difficult as she tried not to mention the loosing of clothing. Instead they used matches. Never the less the game went down well allowing lots of excitement on the last hand that is except for Jack’s father John who became the first to lose all his matches. 
   
 Jill remembered the first time she played. She was at Gerald Thomas’s eighteenth birthday party. He lived in one of the big houses on The Hill; his father and mother were University lecturers and were out in a party themselves, leaving the rather beautiful house to the pupils of Pill School. It was planned as being a huge event, except that only six turned up, mind you with the reputation Gerald and his two male friends had, this was good. The boys were excellent in school, especially at sports, particularly rugby but after the school bell rung, they were unmanageable. Yes, at eighteen they were known for their extreme parties where anything and everything happened. 
   
 That night was no exception. Jill and two of her female classmates also had a similar reputation and if the truth were known they also were out looking for a ‘good time’. The girls turned up all dressed the same in the shortest red skirts you’d ever seen. With black brassieres clearly visible through the thin material of their low cut white chiffon tops, they were looking to make an impact on the party. The boys jumped with joy when they arrived, took their birthday cards and presents and ushered them through the house to a patio shaded by a large parasol under which stood a table with several glass jugs full of various coloured iced drinks. The girls immediately helped themselves to some of the liquid to quench their thirst, this being one of the hottest days of that summer. 
   
 Jill was the first to spit the drink out, “what is it?” she queried. 
   
 “They’re all punches specially made for you,” answered Dick. 
   
 “What’s in them?” one of the other girls asked. 
   
 “Rum and strawberry juice in the red one; whiskey, coke and a spot of brandy in the brown one; gin, lemonade and real lemons which I squeezed myself in the clear one and I can’t remember what was tipped into the blue jug?” 
   
 Perry was the one who concocted that drink but he could not remember which bottles he had used as the alcohol he had consumed through continual tasting had started to kick in. 
   
 “Cream-de-month, grape juice and …..” Gerald also couldn’t remember “Just drink it, it will cool you down.” He went back into the house only to return with a small radio, which he tuned to Radio Caroline. 
   
 Two of the girls jived whilst holding their drinks in one hand. The boys just sat and giggled. The heat and the excitement of being the centre of attention gave the girls a thirst. They downed the drinks as fast as the boys filled their glasses who intern tried their hardest to keep up. 
   
 The sun, which bathed the back garden, soon disappeared behind the trees and the midges started to bite. 
   
 “Let’s go inside and play games?” Gerald shouted. 
   
 In their choice they rushed taking the remaining jugs of drink with them. The boys collapsed on one large settee and the girls sat politely on another facing each other only separated by a low square coffee table. 
   
 Dick pointed across at Jill and whispered something in Perry’s ear. Perry looked across. 
   
 “What are you looking at?” Jill asked the boys. 
   
 “Dick thought you weren’t wearing knickers,” said Perry. 
   
 “Course I am,” Jill said lifting her skirt and opening her legs. 
   
 The boy’s eyes nearly popped out of their heads. She was wearing the thinnest white panties that had ever been made; every line of her private parts could easily be seen. 
   
 “We want more” the boys shouted. 
   
 “Calm down! Let’s do things in a civilised manner,” said Gerald producing a pack of cards. He shuffled and started dealing them onto the coffee table in front of each person present until all the cards were gone. “Don’t look, just place them with their numbers facing down in a pile in front of you.” 
   
 “What are we playing?” asked Jane, “I’m not very good at cards.” 
   
 Dick looked across at her and giggled “it’s easy and if you lose…,” he was clipped across the head by Gerald. 
   
 “This is an adult game, it’s called ‘Strip Poker’, my mother and father play this with their university friends, so are we all for a game?” 
   
 Without even thinking or was it not caring what kind of game they were volunteering into, everyone shouted “yes!” 
   
 “Before we start shouldn’t we pair off” suggested Dick. 
   
 “Good idea and I have an excellent way of doing it,” said Perry. 
   
 He went on to suggest that each one of the boys is blindfolded and then would select a girl by simply using his hands. The girls agreed and as this was his idea his eyes were the first to be covered. A tea towel from the kitchen was stretched and tied around his head. The girls all stood up in a line and Perry, with his arms out straight was slowly walked in their direction. 
   
 Jill was the first to have her upper body touched by his hands. She had the biggest bust of the three and didn’t budge as his hands roamed over every inch. His hands then went up higher and felt her hair; Perry had made his decision earlier which girl he wanted, the only way he was going to find her was by the length and texture of her hair. Julie had short blond hair; this hair was far too long. 
   
 He shuffled to his right towards the next girl and started to feel her bust with his hands. This one had more of a daintier waist and her breasts more pointed, he could feel her stiff nipples through the covering material. He was reluctant to move his hands but up he moved towards her hair, which was short and curly. Was it Julie? He wasn’t too sure. 
   
 On he went to the last person. As soon as he touched this girl’s bust she giggled so he quickly went up and felt her hair; it was long and straight; he turned and returned to the previous girl and said 
   
 “I’ll have this one!” 
   
 He had chosen Julie. 
   
 Dick was given the next turn. The girls were moved around and then he was allowed to start. Dick was a shy boy, which explained why he apologised to all the girls every time his hand slightly touched their bust. Like Perry, he concentrated more on their hair. That is except for Jill who had her breasts thoroughly massaged. He knew that these belonged to Jill but he selected the girl with the long hair because he presumed it was Mary, a nice quiet girl more suited to his lack of inexperience in the field of kissing and such things. 
   
 Dick chose right, it was Mary. 
   
 Perry removed Dick’s blindfold and remarked: “That’s it then, Gerald you are left with Jill”. 
   
 “No way, it’s not fair I want to have the blindfold on,” insisted Gerald. 
   
 He wanted to feel all the girls just as all the other boys had been allowed to do. The girls didn’t object and seem to look forward to having their breasts felt by him. There had been no agreements on where the boys were allowed to feel so Gerald dropped down to his knees and started by feeling the first girl’s ankles. His hands slowly went up the first girl's legs and up under her skirt. It looked to the others as very sexy indeed. The girl's face went red but Gerald’s fingers gained very little knowledge by touching her panties. 
   
 He shuffled on his knees to the next pair of legs. He progressed up her legs in the same manner. His hands vanished under the short skirt. This time he could feel the rough pubic hair under the panties, he tried to push his fingers in-between the tightly closed legs but failed. 
   
 Another shuffle on his knees led him to the last pair of legs. These were stouter, more curved, definitely more pubic hair and his fingers passed easily under the panties. He could feel the warmth coming from her inner parts as they opened to his touch. Gerald was enjoying himself and guessed this was Jill. 
   
 The others watched as his elbow moved back and forth getting faster. 
   
 “What are you doing to her?” asked Mary watching with curiosity. 
   
 With a little yelp, the girl’s body uncontrollably stiffened her hands grasped Gerald’s head pulling him in towards her stomach before both of them slowly collapse to the floor. 
   
 After a few minutes Gerald stood up and pulled off his blindfold; it was the red-faced Jill. 
 He helped her stand up and apologised to everyone for delaying the proceedings. 
   
 All the boys and girls moved positions on the settees so each sat next to their partners. Gerald had to sit on the arm next to Jill. 
   
 “OK! I will start by turning over the top card,” said Gerald, “If it’s a number, nothing happens, but if it’s showing Jack of any suit then that person removes one item of clothing. If it’s a ‘Queen’ it means two items have to be removed and if it’s a ‘King’…..” 
   
 “I will be nearly naked as I am only wearing four items” Mary sarcastically remarked then laughed. 
   
 “That’s the whole idea of the game” her partner Dick added rubbing his hands. 
   
 “I might as well pull them off now” and started to unbutton her skirt. 
   
 “There is no fun in that,” Dick said pulling her down onto his lap and giving her a kiss before picking up a card. 
   
 “Right I have a six, your next Jill.” 
   
 Jill slowly turned over a number. 
   
 Dick turned over a ‘King’, he slipped off his two shoes and one of his socks. 
   
 Mary had a ‘Jack’. She took off a shoe. 
   
 Perry had a number. 
   
 Julie had a ‘Queen’. She also took off her shoes. 
   
 The game stopped momentarily while the drinking glasses were filled up with what was left of the various coloured Punches. All the players seemed to be looking for added strength for the next round of the game. They returned to the settees and the game progressed. 
   
 Gerald had a ‘King’ and so he removed his sandals and his shirt. 
   
 Jill rubbed her hand across his bare chest on route to turning over her next card. It was also a ‘King’. 
   
 She wanted to be different so she stood up and pulled her see-through top over her head and threw it onto the floor. Was the brassier going to be next? All eyes were on her breasts covered by a measly bit of cloth. She chickened out and slipped off her shoes. 
   
 Dick had another ‘King’. This time off came his last sock, his shirt and his trousers then sat down immediately to hide his nakedness as he was ashamed of his tiny, skinny body. 
   
 Mary sat on his lap and put an arm around his back. She had forgotten it was her turn next but managed with an outstretched hand to turn over a ‘Queen’. She followed Jill by standing and pulling over her head her top; she kicked off a shoe, which flew in the air landing inside the empty Brandy Punchbowl on the table. She had a very curvy figure with modest size breasts exaggerated by an uplifting bra. She sat down again on Dick’s lap and felt his erect penis; she wiggled her bum to let him know that she had noticed. 
   
 Perry had a number. 
   
 Julie turned over a Jack. She stood up and quickly removed her skirt and sat down. 
   
 Gerald had a number. They all shouted “you lucky bugger!” 
   
 Jill turned over a ‘Queen’. The place went silent. All eyes were now on her. She didn’t have much choice of what to remove; she stood up and unbuttoned her skirt. It rolled down over her hips and dropped to the floor. Then she hesitated, just for a brief second before reaching behind her back and unclipped her bra. She held the cupped material with one arm whilst she took the strap off her right then her left shoulder. Next, with one quick movement, she pulled the material away freeing her breasts, which looked perfect to all the peering eyes as they bounced majestically. 
   
 Gerald started clapping which made her blush. She sat down and lifted her arm to cover her hardening nipples. He apologised and she allowed him a quick kiss. 
   
 Dick had a number. 
   
 Mary looked at the cards in front of her. She flipped the top card over; it was a ‘Jack’. She turned her back towards Dick and asked him to undo her bra. He helped further by pulling the straps off her shoulders and she just casually pulled it away. They weren’t as small as what everyone had expected a matter of fact they suited her small thin stature. Dick gave her a cuddle that briefly hid her embarrassment. 
   
 Perry turned over a ‘King’. Off came his shoes and trousers, he sat cross-legged as tight to the settees arm as possible. 
   
 Julie had another ‘Jack’. She stood up, went around the back of the settee, turned her back to her friends and wiggled out of her bra. Then on returning to face the group her hands cupped each one of her breasts. Tantalisingly she slowly opened her fingers allowing her large pointed nipples to emerge through the gaps between her fingers. Every one of the boys reached down their underpants to rub their hard cocks. She came and sat on the settee and removed her hands in front of them showing her round breasts topped by the longest of nipples. 
   
 Perry turned towards her and said, “They are absolutely beautiful.” He could not stop looking at them. “May I kiss them?” 
   
 Her face turned red which spread down to every part of her body, “Not at this moment.” 
   
 Everyone was disappointed. 
   
 Gerald turned over a ‘Jack’. He stood and removed his trousers, to his embarrassment his cock was still hard from seeing Julie’s breasts and strategically placing his hand over his Y-fronts before sitting down. 
   
 Jill was next; she knew that she could be the first of the group to become naked. The air was tense. Another long sip from her glass was necessary before turning the card. It was a ‘Jack’. She wasn’t going to stand up, instead thought that pulling off her panties whilst sitting down would be the most secretive. It was not. As soon as she got the elastic top down as far as her bum she realised that she needed to open her legs to enable her to lift her body off the settee. Once the panties had passed over her thighs her open legs showed all of her private parts to everyone. Dick who was sat opposite moved forward to have a better view. Her pink inner parts showed up well against her dark pubic hair. Eventually, the panties reached the floor allowing her to close her legs. 
 Perry was overwhelmed by it all and looked rather pale. He tried to go to the toilet but only got as far as the living room door where he threw up. What a mess. Everyone assisted with cleaning which meant the card game was halted and never restarted. 
    
 Dick and Mary found a bedroom upstairs where they laid down facing each other on a bed, for the rest of the evening they quietly explored each other’s bodies. 
   
 Julie helped Perry wash his torso, made some coffee and later they were seen smooching in the lounge to slow music, in the nude. 
   
 Gerald had taken Jill into the hot tub where they soaked for hours. Jill found that Gerald was all mouth and that he really wasn’t very good with girls. He was a lot wiser in the morning when the party eventually broke up but Jill, after teaching the lad a few things and being in a highly sexual state, left a virgin.       
   
 
 
 Publication Date: September 29th 2018 https://www.bookrix.com/-fcf149e1d5491b5