Fallen Angel Chapter 11 Althea the School Girl
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Right From The Start - Chapter One free porn video
Right from the start - By: Beverly Taff
List of Characters.
Simon: The main character;
Dorie Lou: The girl next Door;
Mrs Benson: Dorie Lou's mother;
Mary and Sandra: Their classmates in school.
Simon was tired of playing with his toy soldiers. They reminded him too
much of his father who had bought them piecemeal over the last two years
before he and Simon's mother had finally divorced. At six years old, the
divorce had left Simon devastated. He had loved his father and the sense
of betrayal had utterly destroyed all Simon's self-confidence. Until
that fateful day, Simon had worshipped his father but within months of
the separation his father had moved away and the paternal weekend visits
had petered out slowly until they totally ceased; as of course had the
constant drip feed of toy soldiers.
He marched the soldiers up into their fort that also served as a 'tidy
box'. His mother angrily demanded this of him to make the cleaning
easier. After a few precious soldiers had disappeared up the vacuum
cleaner nozzle, Simon soon got the message. He returned the foldaway
fort to the toy cupboard then kneeled on the window seat and stared
pensively out into the garden.
His mother was chatting to their new neighbour, Mrs Benson, across the
low white fence. Mrs Benson had just completed putting out the washing
and Simon's eyes strayed to the line of pretty under things gently
rippling in the warm summer breeze. He recognised, Mrs Benson's
beautiful frilly lingerie and then found his eyes straying further along
the washing line to the smaller dainty frillies that belonged to Dorie
Lou her daughter.
Mrs Benson and Dorie Lou had only recently moved next door. She had also
split up with her husband and moved after the divorce was finalised. She
and Simon's mother soon found that they had dozens of subjects that they
agreed upon and nearly all of them concerned the selfishness and cruelty
of men.
From his bedroom window Simon could occasionally hear snatches of
their conversation as the women exchanged views and their voices carried
up to his window on the gentle breeze.
"The two timing bastard, --- at the office and, --- the little bitch!"
"Yes, --- I had my suspicions, ---, on his collar and, --- he expected
me to wash his filthy, --. -- 'glad to be rid of the bastard!"
"Huh! Men!"
The breeze increased and Simon's eyes were once again distracted to the
pretty little panties that now fluttered vigorously at the end of the
line. His gaze became mesmerized until Dorie Lou appeared at her
mother's side holding out some more pretty underthings.
Her high-pitched girlish voice carried easily on the breeze as she
proudly announced her contribution to the laundry work.
"Here you are mummy, the last ones."
"Why thank you darling!" squawked Mrs Benson, "you're such a helpful
little girl!"
Simon saw his mother's eyes fall enviously on Dorie Lou as she loudly
complained.
"I wish my little brat helped around the house. Having a daughter is so
much easier!"
Hearing this, Simon slid backwards off the window seat and retired un-
noticed to his bed. His mother's words had wounded him and he tried
desperately to stem the tears. It seemed his mother was getting to hate
him more every day. Even at this early age, Simon had worked out the
reason why. He reminded his mother too much of his father. The wound bit
deeper every day because he knew there was nothing he could do about it.
Everybody used to smile and say he was the spitting image of his father.
Now they had stopped saying it since the divorce but Simon's appearance
remained unchanged and that alone kept the wound open and poisoned.
He sensed his mother's resentment, every time she clapped eyes upon him.
The very reason he spent so much time in his bedroom was to avoid seeing
the hurt and resentment in her eyes. Now the only time he saw her was
when she called him down for meals or sent him off to school.
At evenings and weekends he spent his time out in the garden or up in
his bedroom on the computer or playing with his soldiers. Even the
soldiers thing was beginning to pall. He had realised that the toy
soldiers were another reminder of his father and his mother hated the
sight of them. The soldiers came out less and less as he sensed his
mother's hurt.
When old Mr Thompson had died next door, Mrs Thompson had put the house
up for sale and moved away to a gated retirement community. Simon missed
old Mr Thompson desperately. After his parent's divorce, the kindly old
man had taken Simon under his wing and shared many secrets of his model-
making hobby. The very fort that Simon kept his soldiers in had been a
joint effort between him and Mr Thompson. It was a clever device that
functioned as both storage-box when not in use then unfolded to become a
fort.
Simon had hoped fervently that a family with boy his own age might move
in next door but instead, Mrs Benson and her daughter Dorie Lou had
arrived. He remembered watching as the removal van arrived and a little
girl skipped up the drive. Disappointed by the development, he had
immediately retreated to his computer and lost himself on the Internet.
There were virtually no boys, his own age in the neighbourhood. His
mother had inherited the house from her parents and nearly all the
neighbours were elderly couples whose adult children had moved on. Dorie
Lou was the first child his own age to have moved into the neighbourhood
for several blocks in every direction. His disappointment was doubled
when Simon had realised it was a girl. His mother did not like him
wandering around the neighbourhood alone because of 'the traffic and the
number of weirdoes'. Simon had no idea what a weirdo was but his mother
obviously distrusted them. Consequently, Simon rarely got out much and
almost never met any boys his own age outside school.
For a few days he continued living his normal insular life and indeed
forgot about Dorie Lou. Nearly a week had passed before Dorie Lou was
finally enrolled in their local junior school. For the first few days
Mrs Benson drove Dorie Lou to school so that they could both familiarise
her and her daughter with the routines and the neighbourhood.
During that first week, Dorie Lou attended a special enrollment class so
that she could be assessed. Simone saw little of her. Once the
assessment was completed, Dorie Lou joined the normal school routine the
following Monday.
That Monday Simon was surprised to find Dorie Lou accompanying her
mother to the bus stop as he waited for the school bus. The stop was
only at the end of the block and Simon's mother was quite happy for him
to walk the short distance each morning and afternoon.
From the bus stop, Simon briefly watched Dorie Lou skipping along the
path as she chattered to her mother. Then he sensed they had realised he
was watching and he turned away as though to peer up the road for the
bus. He continued pointedly staring up the street until the pair arrived
at the stop.
"Good morning Simon," said Mrs Benson.
"Morning ma-am," replied Simon, reluctantly turning to smile briefly to
acknowledge their arrival.
"Hello," added Dorie Lou, with a wide smile.
"Hello," replied Simon as he turned away again to maintain the pretence
of searching for the bus.
"It won't be here for another five minutes," observed Dorie Lou, "so
it's no use just searching."
Simon knew the exact time and was fully aware of the bus timetable. He
was mildly irritated that his pretence had been penetrated for he would
now have to socialise and make polite conversation. He turned to look at
Dorie Lou but said nothing. In truth he did not know what to say to a
girl. Instead, Dorie Lou took the initiative.
"How long have you been going to school?"
"Two years and a bit."
"So that makes you six."
"I'm seven next month."
"I'm six as well," added Dorie Lou, "That means we'll be in the same
class."
"I expect so, if you're six."
"You're in the top grade aren't you Simon?" inquired Mrs Benson.
Simon nodded. He was secretly proud of being considered a 'high flyer'.
The school was a huge school with several classes in each year group.
The classes were graded and Simon was in the top group.
When Dorie Lou announced that she was joining the top grade, Simon
became a bit more interested. His mind ticked as he considered having a
future classmate to share schoolwork with. He had always had to work
alone because of his isolated location.
'Maybe Dorie Lou might be of some use after all,' he thought.
The bus arrived and Simon politely allowed Dorie Lou to board first. He
sensed Mrs Benson smiling at his courtesy so he briefly returned the
smile and she touched him gently on the arm.
"Will you see her safely home this afternoon?"
Simon could hardly refuse. After all Dorie Lou lived right next door. He
nodded to Mrs Benson then climbed onto the empty bus. His stop was the
first pick up on the route so he had the choice of all the empty seats.
He usually chose the seat next to the driver for it prevented any older
boys trying to bully him out of the favoured seats at the back of the
bus, where the bumps in the road felt the biggest. Simon was not a geek
but his isolation from the main residential areas meant he had little
time to develop friendships outside of school. Consequently, he was bit
of a loner outside of school. There were a few boys of his own age on
the bus but they tended to gather with older boys from their own
neighbourhoods.
This Monday however, he was faced with a new conundrum. Dorie Lou had
chosen a seat further down the bus and Simon was in a quandary about
joining her. Finally he caught her eye and motioned to the seat by the
driver. She recognised his body language and repositioned herself beside
him.
"Why do you sit here?" she chirped.
"I like the front," lied Simon, not wishing to admit that because he was
young, he naturally sought the protection from the adult driver.
If Dorie Lou saw through his pretence, she did not indicate it. Instead
she settled beside him and smiled.
"This can be our regular seat then. We're first on the bus so we get
first choice anyway."
She waved to her mother as the bus lumbered off and Simon settled down
to the journey.
For the first stage they sat in silence then other children boarded and
there was a string of questions as everybody asked about the new girl.
The interest was naturally from the other girls but fortunately none
chose to try and persuade Dorie Lou to sit with them. Although a bit of
a loner, Simon was not considered a geek.
The girls rather liked him because he was not so nasty to them as the
other boys. Simon had even won a couple of fights on the bus with boys
his own age as he fought to recover school bags taken from the girls
during teasing. Consequently, even the older boys tended to leave him
alone unless he 'stole' their favoured seats and threatened their
perceived high social standing.
Despite his usefulness with his fists, Simon hated fighting and
consequently chose to sit near the driver to avoid any potential
trouble. As a matter of courtesy, Simon introduced Dorie Lou to the
other girls on the bus who belonged to his class. The two classmates
immediately took up station in the next seat and chattered endlessly to
Dorie Lou about the class. The journey then passed without incident and
the bus finally pulled into the bus stop. The four of them stayed
together during assembly then joined the rest of the class as they
dispersed to their own classroom. Dorie Lou was introduced to the class
and given a middle row seat so that she could be close to Simon. Miss
Webster the form teacher had immediately recognised that the girl had
already formed some sort of attachment to the other three from the same
bus. Simon normally sat in the middle row anyway behind Mary and Sandra
his usual bus trip friends. The seat next to him was a void so Mary Lou
fitted perfectly.
The four were by now becoming established as friends. There were only
three other boys in the class anyway, the class being made up mainly of
girls because of the natural advanced development amongst girls at age
six or seven. During games, the class had to join with the next class
for the boys to make up enough for a team during games. Simon did not
mind his own class having a majority of girls, they provided better
academic stimulus anyway and he secretly preferred their company.
Additionally he was best in the class at math so he could hold up the
boys end when it came to exams. He was also pretty good at essay writing
but not as good as some of the girls. By and large, Simon liked school.
At break time the rest of the class clamoured around Dorie Lou who soon
proved to be popular. Several other girls and even one of the boys
offered to let her sit by them but Dorie Lou remained loyal to Simon and
he savoured the compliment she had given him.
'Perhaps he had misjudged her,' he thought as they boarded the homebound
bus and she settled beside him again.
For the first time on the journey home, he savoured the pleasure of
having somebody interesting to talk to all the way to their stop.
Additionally, the older boys left him alone to talk to Dorie Lou and
Mary and Sandra as they formed a foursome next to the driver. As in the
morning, Simon and Dorie Lou had the bus to themselves for the last ten
minutes of the journey so Dorie Lou had lots of time to share their
secrets. It transpired that both of them were immensely hurt by their
parent's divorces and they talked at length about it.
"I wish your mummy was a daddy, then she could marry my mummy and we
could become brother and sister," declared Dorie Lou.
Simon digested this then spoke slowly.
"I don't think my mummy's ever going to get married again. She hates my
father and she hates me."
"Why does she hate you?" gasped Dorie Lou as she noticed a tear starting
to glisten in Simon's eye.
"I look too much like him and I remind her of him all the time."
Dorie Lou fell silent for a moment then handed the tearful Simon her
pretty lace edged pink hankie.
"Never mind Simon, I like you. You're a really nice kind boy. Here use
this and dry your eyes."
The bus driver smiled as she watched the pair in her rear view passenger
mirror. Dorie Lou was patting Simon's eyes and she kissed him softly on
the cheek as she handed him the hankie to finish drying his eyes.
Simon gratefully took the hankie to hide his tears and he rubbed his
eyes vigorously; too vigorously. Dorie Lou's hankie was a small, lacy,
pink little girl's hankie and never meant for such heavy use.
Simon's tears drew the pink dye out of the hankie and left large pink
smears over his face. Dorie Lou giggled and the bus driver smiled as she
pulled up at their stop.
"You'll have to wipe those stains off your face darling," she smiled.
"What stains?" gulped Simon.
"Look in the passenger mirror," suggested the driver.
Simon gaped into the mirror and gasped.
"Oh heck! I'd better get home quickly. What if somebody sees me?"
"There's nobody to see you," giggled Dorie Lou, "there's only you and
me."
Simon wanted to rush to his house and wash his face but Dorie Lou was
weighed down by all her new books. Instead he had to help her carry them
to her door. As they arrived at her door, Dorie Lou looked around and
smiled.
"See, I told you nobody was around. D'you want to come into my house and
wash it off?"
Simon hesitated for a moment. He was sometimes a 'latch-key' kid when
his mother was late home from her irregular job. This was one of those
times. His mother's car was missing from the drive, which meant his
house was empty. Besides, he was curious to see next door now that old
Mr and Mrs Thompson had left. He felt a bit sad as they entered and Mrs
Benson called from the kitchen.
"Is that you darling?"
"Yes mummy. Simon's here. He helped me home with all my new books."
Mrs Benson appeared in the hall in an apron covered with flour. She had
been cooking. The lovely smell immediately reminded Simon of happier
times. Old Mrs Thompson had often baked cakes and Simon, as the only
local boy, had been a happy beneficiary of any 'leftovers'. Mrs Benson
smiled as she saw the pink stains on Simons face.
"What on earth happened to you young man?"
Simon was too ashamed to say so Dorie Lou answered for him.
"My hankie colours ran as he wiped his eyes. He was sad."
"Oh, what where you sad about?"
"We were talking on the bus," replied Simon.
"Nobody's hit you have they?" demanded Mrs Benson.
"No Mummy," interrupted Dorie Lou again, "we were talking about our
fathers."
A slight shadow crossed Mrs Benson's smile as she replied.
"Oh that. Well you'd better come in and have a piece of tart. That'll
cheer you up."
"The idea immediately cheered him up and Mrs Benson smiled to herself at
the immediate change in the boy's demeanour.
'The way to any boy's heart,' she smiled to herself, 'always through his
stomach.'
"Come on then, let's get you cleaned up while Dorie Lou takes her books
upstairs."
Dorie Lou disappeared with her new books while Mrs Benson took a wet
cloth and wiped Simon's face. Dorie Lou had still not reappeared when
they had finished so Mrs Benson put out two servings of pie and custard
then emerged from the kitchen with a neatly folded bundle of Dorie Lou's
frilly under things.
"Here, be a pet and take these up to Dorie Lou. Take your shoes off
before you go upstairs, then tell her the pie is ready."
Simon felt a secret thrill as he gently took the folded pile of
delightfully silky frilly lingerie and carried them up stairs. As he
climbed the stairs he held the lingerie up to his face and sniffed the
delightful scent. Then he gently pressed the silky textures to his clean
cheek and sighed. He hadn't realised that Mary Lou had emerged onto the
landing and was looking down over the banister rail as he climbed the
stairs. When he reached the half-landing he realised with a shock that
she had seen him. To his unbridled relief Dorie Lou was not annoyed in
fact she was smiling.
"Do you like my things?" She giggled softly.
Simon struggled for a moment to compose himself then soon realised he
could not deny his feelings. Dorie Lou had seen everything. He mumbled
self-consciously.
"They are nice, so soft and silky."
Dorie Lou's smile widened. She liked to play dress up and in her
previous home there had been several close neighbourhood friends to play
with. Now there was nobody but Simon, but he was a boy.
'Still, boys could play dress up,' she concluded.
"Do you want to fold them away in my draw?" she asked thoughtfully.
Simon hesitated as he stood holding out the folded lingerie. He secretly
would have loved to see inside Dorie Lou's bedroom but felt it would
have been really rude to ask. Instead, here was a heaven sent
opportunity to discover the secrets that girls all seemed to share.
After hesitating with embarrassment, he slowly nodded his head. Dorie
Lou gently led him by the arm into her bedroom and opened her lingerie
drawer. For a brief moment he hesitated uncertainly and she gently
pressed his tensed arms down to the drawer. Simon savoured the soft
touch of her delicate hand on his arm then placed the folded panties on
top of the others.
"Not like that," smiled Dorie Lou, "they go underneath. These are next
week's panties."
"What do I do?" gulped Simon.
"Just take the top ones out then place those underneath and return the
others neatly on top."
Simon did as she instructed and Dorie Lou smiled knowingly as his
fingers lingered briefly on the delightfully silky fabrics. Dorie Lou
was no dummy. She could see that Simon really liked the feel of her
panties.
"Do you want to fold my slips as well?" she offered.
"Yes please," replied Simon just a bit too quickly.
His response finally told Dorie Lou everything she wanted to know.
'Perhaps he would like dressing up,' she reflected silently.
Then she opened her wardrobe door to reveal rows of beautiful frilly
party frocks and pretty shoes.
"Those frilly petty coats go in here after you've folded the slips."
For a few minutes, Simon felt himself in heaven. Then he heard Mrs
Benson calling.
"Hurry up you two, your pie and custard will be cold."
Dorie Lou tapped his shoulder.
"Come on, we can finish up later after we've done our homework."
Reluctantly, Simon followed her downstairs and they finished the
delicious pie.
"Can Simon stay with me to share our homework?" asked Dorie Lou.
"We'd better ask his mother first," replied Mrs Benson.
With this, they heard Simon's mother arrive as the car door slammed.
Simon excused himself to go and meet her. They returned as Simon's
mother checked with Mrs Benson.
"If he's any problem, send him straight back to me."
"Oh he's been fine," replied Mrs Benson, "Dorie Lou says he's very good
at math."
"He gets that from his father as well. It's a pity he wasn't as good
around the house as he is at math."
Mrs Benson didn't reply but made a mental note. 'Simon's mum didn't seem
to have very good parenting skills. It seemed the poor kid could do
nothing right.' She smiled diplomatically and invited Simon in again.
Simon needed no encouragement and cheerfully slipped past her to wait
respectfully in the hall. He turned to receive one last baleful glare
from his mother then she turned to return next door. Mrs Benson closed
her front door, sighed then turned to Simon.
"Well what are you waiting for dear? Dorie Lou's upstairs waiting with
her homework."
Needing no further impetus, Simon bounded up stairs and knocked eagerly
on Dorie Lou's door.
"Wait a minute," she called.
Simon knew enough to not barge into a girl's bedroom so he waited until
she appeared. Dorie Lou had changed into a beautiful frilly frock that
puffed out from her waist and only just came halfway down her thighs.
She posed in the doorway.
"D'you like this?"
Simon's jaw dropped with delight.
"Gosh, that's just so yummy! You look just like one of those girls in
the 'little miss pageants'."
"Thanks, I call it my 'Pears Soap' dress, like the little girl in the
advert," she grinned as she leant forward and kissed him on the cheek
again.
Simon secretly wished he could be the little dog tugging at the girl's
knickers in the advert. Not to make the girls naked but to have the
knickers for himself. Instead, Simon stepped forward and gently placed
his arms around her. The countless layers of lace caused the dress to
balloon out behind Dorie Lou as he squeezed her to him. Simon was
wearing short trousers and he shuddered as the frilly hem tickled his
bare knees whilst Dorie Lou's back twitched as she felt his fingers
gently caress the silky top bodice.
As his fingers investigated the silky textures and frills, Dorie Lou
squirmed contentedly. Finally she turned around in his embrace and they
stepped into her bedroom. She guided him again to her wardrobe door.
"Which dress do you like the most?" she asked as she ran her arms among
the score of pretty frilly dresses.
"The blue one," replied Simon without hesitation and once again giving
too much away.
Dorie Lou smiled again. The blue one was the frilliest dress in her
wardrobe, and one of her favourites. She usually kept it for best and
'very special' occasions. However, getting Simon to play 'dress-up'
would be a very special occasion. She desperately wanted somebody to
share her favourite game for, like Simon; she was already beginning to
feel the loneliness of being the only other child in the neighbourhood.
"Do you like playing dress up?" she asked.
"What's that?" asked Simon.
"You know, where we pretend to be somebody else. Like actors in a play."
"I don't know," replied Simon, "I've never been in a play or anything.
I've nobody to play with."
"Neither have I, but you've got me now and I've got you."
Simon paused thoughtfully. He had indeed had Dorie Lou and he really
liked her. She didn't seem at all like he thought a girl would be. Dorie
Lou didn't cry or whinge and she was much bolder and cleverer than the
other girls, even Mary and Sandra. In school she had demonstrated that
she was a 'high flyer' as well. Simon was becoming really fond of Dorie
Lou.
End of Chapter One - To Be Continued
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