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Right from the Start, Chapter Six - By: Beverly Taff Simon(Simone): The main character; Dorie Lou: The girl next Door; Mrs Benson: Dorie Lou's mother. Mary and Sandra: Simon's other classmates in school; Miss Webster: Their form teacher; Doctor Wendy: Simone's endocrinologist; Doctor Julie: Simone's psychiatrist. Chapter Six After Simone and Dorie Lou finished reminiscing in the garage Dorie Lou's mother called the pair for lunch. "Got anything planned for the rest of this afternoon?" she asked. Simone glanced at Dorie Lou and shrugged. They both wagged their heads. "We've got an essay to finish," replied Dorie Lou, "but not much else." "But it's a holiday tomorrow," replied Mrs Benson, "If you were like I was at school, the essay would have been put off until Monday." "No. We'd best get it finished, then we'll have the rest of the day off." "D'you want to go into town tonight?" asked Mrs Benson. The girls exchanged more glances. "Is there much on?" asked Simone, "It's a Sunday." "Adrian's throwing a private party at his restaurant and we've been invited. You can sleep late on Monday. No school." The girls had never been to a proper grown up party and they seized the opportunity. Dorie Lou squealed with delight and Simone jumped up to kiss and hug Mrs Benson. "Gosh will it be a proper party, with drinks and stuff?" asked Simone. "There will be drinks available, but you're far too young, perhaps a glass of wine, with your food, while you dine at the table, but nothing else." "Like in France," giggled Dorie Lou. "Exactly," finished Mrs Benson, "now go and finish that essay." The girls dashed up stairs and by five o'clock they had finished. Then they squealed and giggled as they tried on outfits and rejected different combinations. Eventually, Mrs Benson appeared in their shared bedroom and made a few suggestions. The girls were amazed at her innovation and were soon preening themselves in the mirror. They arrived at Adrian's restaurant by the back door that led out to the back service area. By eight o'clock on a Sunday night, the main shopping Mall was usually closed, so the partygoers had the restaurant and Adrian's flat to themselves. To Simone and Dorie Lou's delight they discovered that there was a small dance area and a small stage behind a sliding partition. They asked their mother about it and Mrs Benson explained. "Adrian's has hopes to turn it into a select night club for evening events. He's still working on planning permission, that's partly the reason for this party. Tonight there will be town council members and safety inspectors checking out the venue, so you two remember, be on your best behaviour." "Should we be here then, if it's going to be a night club?" asked Simone. "Oh this is strictly a private party. Look there are your friends Sandra and Mary. Their mother's are here as well." Dorie Lou let out a squeal of delight and the pair scuttled across the floor to meet their friends. "Gosh! It's fabulous to see you. I thought we were going to be the only young ones here," exclaimed Simone. "My mother's a councilor," explained Mary. "She's on the planning committee." "So where are your dads?" asked Dorie Lou. "They are working on a big engineering contract out in the Persian gulf," replied Sandra. Sandra and Mary's fathers jointly owned a small construction company and they had recently won a contract in Kuwait. It meant they were both away a lot as their foreign construction contract demanded. The four girls decided to go on inspection and chatted to the disc jockey Edward who was setting up his kit. "Have you got some good music for us four?" they asked. He knew the girls from his school days so he showed them his collection and asked them to make some selections. "There's more music on my van outside if you don't like this stuff." he added. "I was told this party was mainly for an older age group and more discerning ears. I didn't expect to see you girls here." The girls recognised Edward's friendly smile. During his school days, most of the girls liked and trusted him. He had been a few years ahead of the girls but they remembered him fondly. Edward was just a really nice guy so they borrowed the key to his van. There they found some stuff they liked and took a selection to be played at intervals. When they got back, the buffet was open and the adults were lining up to fill their plates. From behind a dividing partition that hid them from the buffet table, the four friends watched long arms snaking out to fill plates. Sandra giggled, "Gosh they look like a line of elephants at a watering hole." The other three immediately fell into giggles until a sharp stare from Mary's mother set them straight. The girls had been told to be on their best behaviour. For an hour the adults talked and inspected the premises as the fire and police chief checked out safety regulations with the council inspectors. Simone eves-dropped discreetly. "Well if anything, he's gone a bit over the top," reported the fire chief. "There's more than enough escape exits and the sprinkler system is gold plated, not to mention the extra hoses behind the stage and the fire extinguishers." "Well Adrian told me he was performing on stage in a gay club once in San Francisco," replied the Police chief, "There was a fire and he nearly died. He told me he never wanted that to happen again to him or his guests." "Yeah, that figures. This club's set-up is belts and bracers. I'm more than happy with fire fighting and escape arrangements," finished the fire chief. The other inspectors nodded their approval and Adrian was handed a letter of approval. There also instructions to attend the application meeting the following Wednesday. He was chatting to Mary's mother and Mrs Benson when the safety inspector handed him the envelope. Tears of relief came to Adrian's eyes and his boyfriend kissed him as they hugged each other with delight. After the proper business of the party was completed and the feeding finished the music began. There were several short stand-up comedy acts on the stage in between the bouts of dancing. The four girls thoroughly enjoyed themselves. After the inspection had been completed and the food consumed, most officials left fairly early. In the later hours only Adrian's friends had remained with a few of the more liberal minded adults like Mrs Benson and Sandra's mother. Mary's mother had left with the rest of the councillors. The four girls stayed until long after midnight then Sandra's mother invited them home to an overnight pyjama party. Sandra lived in a large rambling house with several bedrooms. A brief phone call to Mary's mother got her permission and Mrs Benson gave her permission so the four friends tumbled into Sandra's mother's car. In Sandra's bedroom they giggled about the partygoers as they arranged the mattresses. "Did you see Adrian and his boyfriend? They were kissing quite openly," gasped Mary. "Well they are partners and everybody knows. Some say it's going to turn out to be a gay club," replied Sandra. "Only on certain nights," added Simone, "I heard my mum talking to Mary's mum. She said that the council had been reassured that the restaurant part would remain open during the day and evenings and that most nights it would be 'normal' whatever that means. That was the council's biggest concern." "Of course it will!" observed Dorie Lou. "Mum says the day restaurant is the most successful part. She's got shares in the restaurant so she sees the books. Adrian's not going to close down a good business. I think a gay club will be good for the town." Sandra's eyes widened in pleased surprise. "Gosh Dorie Lou! I didn't realise you were so fond of gays." "I don't dislike the," replied Dorie Lou, "drian's openly gay but he's always nice to us. He and my mum get along fine and she say's its great having a gay business partner. The sex doesn't get in the way of the business." "What do you think of gays Simone?" asked Mary. Simone's jaw dropped in stupefied amazement. "Hey come on! Hello! Earth to Mary! I'm a tranny remember." "Oh heck! Crickey, I forgot! Of course," squealed Mary to hide her stupid forgetfulness. "How could you forget that?" squealed Simone incredulously. "Well I just forgot! Hey, it's just that you're such a pretty girl and we've been friends for so long! I just clean forgot!" "Duuhh!" exclaimed Sandra, "Honestly Mary! For such a clever girl, you can be so dumb." "I just clean forgot, that's all, anybody can forget!" "Well I think you've paid Simone the supreme compliment," observed Dorie Lou as she turned to hug Simone, "Hasn't she?" "Yeah, thanks Mary, that was really nice." Simone leaned over to kiss Mary on the cheek but to her surprise, Mary turned and met her full on the lips. For a moment, Simone was electrified by the sensations and lingered greedily before Sandra realised what was happening. "Hey, she's mine!" gasped Sandra inadvertently giving away her feelings for Mary. Mary immediately pulled away from the kiss and gasped fearfully. "Sandra! Don't say that!" Dorie Lou's antenna immediately picked up the vibrations and she let out a high-pitched gasp, "Oh my gosh!" She hesitated as she gathered her thoughts then bravely revealed them, "You two! You're, - you're ga' - you're partners! Are your, - you know, - are you lovers?" For long moments a painful silence reigned as Sandra and Mary stared fearfully at the floor. Simone realised their pain and broke the impasse. "Hey! I don't mind. Honest, I know what it's like. I'm stuck in the same trap. I'm still your friend; if you'll have me." Sandra looked at Dorie Lou and bit her lip. "What about you Dorie?" "I don't have a problem. You're still my friends." "If we'll have you," finished Mary, paraphrasing Simone's qualifier. "Oh that's not fair," protested Dorie Lou, "I was just so surprised that's all. You caught me off balance." Simone decided that things should move on. It was no good just discussing each other's reactions, if there where any deep-seated problems or prejudices, they would surface later if at all and then during an argument or spat. It was best to resolve any issues now so she took the situation on a stage further. "Are you going to come out to anybody else?" "Not bloody likely," protested Mary, "My mum's a really narrow minded gossip. She'd probably chuck me out for causing her embarrassment and losing her the next council election or something." "Yeah, so would my dad," added Sandra, "though I think my mum's a bit more tolerant." "So it's 'in the closet' then," finished Simone. "Yeah for now," said Sandra, "We might come out when we get to college or something. This town's still a bit too small." "But, you said it yourself," pointed out Mary, "they're going to open a gay club." "Yeah, well I'll wait and see about that. Lots of parents pretend not to mind gays provided it's other people's children. For now, mum's the word. So don't go giving it away!" cautioned Sandra. "Hey! Hello again, earth to Sandra and Mary. This is Simone you're talking to, remember! The secret teenaged tranny." "Yeah, you still haven't come out have you?" challenged Sandra. Simone fell silent. Sandra's bullet was deadly accurate and it had pierced Simone's armour. Simone was still too afraid to reveal her real condition. Somehow, being a transvestite seemed higher on the 'ridiculeometer' than being gay. Trannies and she-males had a long way to go before acceptance and respectability. However, Simone stuck to her guns and made an argument. "But trannies have it harder. They're deemed ridiculous and therefore an easier target. Gays are accepted now, look at Adrian and his restaurant. He's accepted and he's going to get his club license." "Well that's as may be," replied Sandra, "but I for one am not ready to come out yet." Dorie Lou intervened before things got out of hand. "Well let's not fall out about which is worse, Trannies or gays it's all academic until we're sixteen. Technically, we're all breaking the law." "Yeah, that's a sicky," observed Mary, "a pyjama party is legal if your straight and under sixteen but illegal if your gay, so much for gay rights." "So mum's the word then," finished Sandra, "Bags I in the middle." "Huh! You greedy thing," protested Mary. "Wait on," grinned Simone, as her mathematical brain recognised the discrepancy. "There are four of us here so there are two 'in the middle' as you put it." "Oooh, bags I the other spot then," squealed Mary as she skipped across the mattresses to claim an obvious centre spot. "So who are you going to cuddle up to, Me, Simone or Sandra?" inquired Dorie Lou, knowing she was putting the cat amongst the pigeons. Mary hesitated and turned to her companion. "Why Sandra, who else?" "So Simone and I are left on the outside, out in the cold as it where," Sandra frowned thoughtfully. "Why, do you like cuddling up to girls?" "I like cuddling," replied Dorie Lou, carefully avoiding Sandra's little trap. "Simon and I sometimes cuddle up together." "Oooh, that sounds kinky," said Mary. "No, it's just that and little else," added Simone, "we cuddle up like two spoons in a drawer." "Well you can do that with us then," replied Sandra, "Mary and I can sleep entwined and you two can cuddle up to us." "Promise you wont try anything," demanded Dorie Lou. "We wont if you wont," replied Sandra as she changed into her nightie. Simone found herself admiring Sandra's sensuous body and sighed silently. 'It was such a waste' she thought, 'some boy would love to have Sandra for a wife.' Then she turned to admire Mary's body and thought the same. With these thoughts, Simone stripped down to her panties and slipped into one of Sandra's borrowed nighties then she spooned happily up to Mary's beautiful butt. Dorie Lou took the opposite position and spooned equally tightly up to Sandra's butt. It wasn't long before Simone sensed Mary developing a soft rhythmic humping. Simone realised that Mary and Sandra were starting to arouse each other and she gently sneaked her arm around the shared pillows to attract Dorie Lou's attention. She felt Dorie Lou squeeze her fingers knowingly thus confirming that Sandra's butt was also humping contentedly. Simone couldn't resist whispering to the middle pair, "Are you two at it?" The humping froze for a moment and Sandra croaked anxiously, "Damn! We thought you two were asleep." "Oh come on!" squeaked Dorie Lou, "Who could sleep with you two going at like a pair of rabbits?" "I'm sorry," apologised Mary, "We'll stop." "Oh don't stop on our account," replied Dorie Lou, "it feels quite nice to have your butt rubbing against my tummy." Simone was a bit less happy about the situation. 'If things got tastier,' she thought, 'Mary and Sandra might take their no-protest, as a license to become more adventurous with Dorie Lou and her.' Simone edged back from Marie's butt and released Dorie Lou's fingers. However, she said nothing and within moments she sensed Mary's butt begin to 'hump' again. It wasn't long before the inevitable gasps and groans announced the arrival of Sandra and Mary's orgasms. Simone heard Dorie Lou giggle softly. 'It's all right for you,' thought Simone, 'you're a girl so if these two try anything they won't find anything untoward. If they grope me they're in for a big surprise.' Despite her misgivings, Sandra and Mary's squirming started to rouse Simone's own urges. She felt her nipples start to tingle then next the pleasant tickling sensation in her girly-boy clitty as the feelings spread down her 'milk-lines'. Simone knew she should really have got out of bed there and then but her urges outweighed her reservations and she felt herself drawing closer to Mary's soft tempting butt. Soon she spooned up tight again and Mary sighed contentedly. Simone had betrayed her own needs by squeezing up so tight. They lay squeezed together for a brief while then Simone felt Mary gently part her thighs. Soon a knowing hand reached between Mary's thighs and the fingers probed inquisitively behind Mary's butt. For a moment, Simone didn't realise that Sandra was searching for fresh new pastures and it came as a complete surprise when she felt those knowing fingers hit the bulls-eye. Simone let out a squeal of surprise and jerked nervously causing the fingers to withdrawer momentarily. Then Simone realised that the fingers were only caressing the front satiny panel of her light support panties. After a brief hesitation Sandra murmured curiously, "Why d'you wear support panties? Your figure is perfect." Simone's brain worked feverishly as she searched for a plausible explanation. Finally, she found one, or at least, one that Sandra could not contest. "It's after becoming a girl. I still don't feel quite right down there and the support panties make me feel more secure." "How?" asked Mary. "Oh, it's a boy-girl tranny thing. Bits of me don't feel totally right unless they're properly protected and supported. It's a hang-over from my boy days." "What? Like a ball protector?" giggled Mary. "Yeah, something like that. I like the feeling of control and containment. Don't ask why, I just do. It's a boy-girl thing, OK!" "You're weird," giggled Sandra. As she said this Sandra probed a bit lower down Simone's panties and Simone squeaked nervously. "Stoppit. You'll make me come!" "Oh! So you like girly games do you?" chuckled Sandra. "If anybody plays down there, I'm bound to get horny, now Stoppit," she repeated, as she weakly tried to prevent Sandra's fingers going further. Sandra quickly recognised Simone's actions as little else than a token defense and pushed her suite a little harder. "Stoppit!" Simone protested feebly for Sandra's fingers had landed directly on Simone's girly-boy clitty. "Tell her to Stoppit Dorie Lou," pleaded Simone to her friend but she found no help from that quarter. Mary's fingers were already delving between Sandra's thighs and doing identical things to Dorie Lou. Instead Dorie Lou gave a soft moan and gasped with pleasure. The tension amongst the four girls became infectious and poor Simone found herself surrendering helplessly to the educated titillations of Sandra's knowing fingers. She gasped and humped automatically as those fingers gently probed and fiddled in an attempt to get inside the leg band of Simone's panties. This caused Simone to press tighter to Mary and the silky nightie caused her stiffening nipples to send delightful signals to her girly-boy clitty. "Why don't you take those stupid panties off?" asked Sandra as her fingers burrowed feverishly, "It makes it hard to get to you." "They stay on," replied Simone. But even as she spoke her actions betrayed her. She humped harder and Sandra had little difficulty in hooking her finger over the waistband of Simone's panties and deftly tugging them down over Simone's tummy. All this fiddling between Mary's thighs with Sandra's forearm rubbing against her clitty sent Mary off into another orgasm and this only added to the frenzy of lust. As Sandra tugged Simone's panties down, Simone squeaked her protest but it was no use. Simone's body was betraying her real feelings. Soon Simone found herself wriggling her hips co-operatively until her panties were down around her knees. It took but a quick last tug by Sandra to finally remove the panties all together. Simone was now naked from the waist down and helplessly horny. Sandra had caught her fish. Within moments Simone felt Sandra's fingers gently diddling her clitty and she groaned with ecstasy. She felt her clitty growing and she mewled like a small animal as her clitty eventually emerged from under its girly hood. For a moment Sandra's fingers froze as she realised that Simone's clitty was noticeably larger than hers or Mary's and she stopped with a little gasp. Her fingers started to probe and explore as she sensed all was not as it should be. "What's wrong with your clitty?" Sandra asked nervously. "Nothi-inng," groaned Simone as she squirmed helplessly in the throws of her burgeoning orgasm. "But, - but it's big! It's bigger than ours. It's grown!" "Ooo-oohhh, just get on with it!" croaked Simone, who was now beyond caring. To emphasise her needs Simone reached down between her thighs, grabbed Sandra's wrist and forced the fingers back onto her twitching clitty. Now it was Sandra's turn to be nervous. Here was something she had never experienced; a clitty that grew much larger when aroused. Cautiously Sandra re-connected with the strange appendage then she squeaked with surprise. "It! It's twitching, it's moving on it's own!" "Lookout! I'm, - I'm coming!" squealed Simone as her clitty started to spurt her seed into Sandra's unsuspecting hand. "Shit! What's that? What's happening? Are you pissing yourself?" demanded Sandra who thought the jet of fluid in her palm was urine. "No-oo!" wailed Simone as her clitty continued twitching urgently and the sticky fluids spurted out. "You, - you've made me come!" she gasped as she felt one last urgent twitch. Finally Simone sagged with contentment then lay gasping for breath as Sandra withdrew her hand and inspected the sticky silvery white deposit in her palm. "What the hell's this?" gasped Sandra as she fingered the slippery fluid. "Here. Let me see," demanded Dorie Lou who had now come back to her senses after her own orgasm. "This," replied Sandra, as she squirmed round to reveal the contents of her palm, "Look." Dorie Lou peered inquisitively then switched on the bed lights to get a better look. She finally realised exactly what had happened and her heart sank. "Oh shit!" exclaimed Dorie Lou. "Oh shit what?" demanded Mary who was now alerted to the strange events. "Look, look at this," replied Sandra as she pushed her cupped palm under Mary's nose. There a long pregnant silence before Mary expressed her suspicions. Mary was bisexual whilst Sandra was totally lesbian. Sandra had never slept with a boy, but Mary had. In fact Mary had been quite promiscuous before she had finally chosen to be Sandra's partner full time. Mary finally accepted what her eyes and tongue told her for Mary had dipped her finger in the shiny fluid and tasted it. "That's cum. That's boy spunk!" "Boy Spunk!" gasped Sandra. "Yeah," replied Mary, "it's boy spunk. "Don't get it near your pussy." Then Mary gasped with shock. "Oh fuck, you've just been between my legs! I could have some on me!" Mary span around angrily to confront Simone who was now trembling with fear, "You're still a boy aren't you?" After a long fearful pause, Simone replied in a thin, terrified whisper. "Yesss, I'm a girly boy, a shemale." "Bloody hell!" squealed Sandra, "What the fuck's going on here?" "Let's have a look and find out!" declared Mary as she spun around and grabbed Simone's soft feminine wrists. Simone struggled but it was a halfhearted effort. She knew she was outed and it was only a matter of time before Sandra or Mary would screech their discoveries from the rooftops. Tearfully, Simone stopped struggling as Dorie Lou finally moved to protect her friend and partner. "Leave her alone," demanded Dorie Lou. "Not bloody likely!" squealed Mary excitedly, "She's got a cock! Look!" By now Sandra had switched on the light and Simone's secret was obvious to all. Sandra let out a gasp of disbelief but Mary started giggling. "What's so funny?" demanded Dorie Lou. "This! Look! Simone's co-, well it's not really a cock is it. It's more like a cockette. Isn't it just so pretty?" Sandra fell silent as her eyes returned to the little pink stiffy that poked sheepishly from under Simone's clitoral hood. Simone's eyes displayed total fear, for her hands were held away by Mary, whilst Sandra kept her thighs apart. Her little boy clitty had all the appearance of a cock but was little more than a few inches. Despite its diminutive size it was still a stiff as a poker and Mary fingered it curiously. "Is it stiff like that all the time?" "N - no-o," whimpered Simone. "So is it a clitty or a cock?" giggled Sandra. "Oh it's definitely a cock," declared Mary knowingly, " it ejaculates." "Hmm, so who's a pretty boy then?" taunted Sandra. "I'm not a boy. I'm a girl!" protested Simone somewhat uncertainly. "Well if you're a girl then this is a very strange clitty," argued Mary as she continued fingering Simone's cockette. "So where are your balls?" "They're inside. It's the operation. You can't see them," swallowed Simone nervously as her boy clitty shrank slightly but remained stiff. "Gosh! This is just so, - so sweet. Look at it; look at the way it sort of peeps out from under its little clitty hood. That's just so precious!" Sandra and Mary giggled softly as they fingered the rigid little curiosity while Simone squirmed and pleaded fearfully. "Stoppit! Plee-ease. You're making me horny again." "Horny!" squeaked Mary contemptuously, "You can't call that horny. Why it's just a little bit of gristle. You could never please a girl with that!" "Mind you," countered Sandra as she fingered the stiff little appendage, "it's very hard. A girl's clitty doesn't get like this." By now Simone was mewling and wriggling feverishly as her boy-clitty started to twitch again. Sandra's busy fingers felt the strange pulsations starting to build up and she squeaked a warning. "Quick! Get a bowl or something. It's growing again. She's coming again." Mary seized the empty beaker on her bedside table and just managed to place it over Simone's throbbing clitty just as the strange little organ started to spurt its seed. The fluids splashed into her beaker with some force and the lesbian pair gasped with mesmerized delight. "Gosh. It's got some force. That's no clitty!" "Is that real semen?" wondered Sandra aloud. "You bet it is!" replied Mary, "Though I don't know if she makes the real stuff, you know, sperm and stuff." "She does!" cautioned Dorie Lou as she finally decided the lesbian pair had seen enough and done enough. "So don't get it near your pussies or you could get pregnant." Sandra inspected the pearly opalescent fluid in the beaker and wrinkled her forehead. "Just think, she's a boy and we never knew." "Well don't spread it around," demanded Dorie Lou. "Just shut your mouths or I'll tell everybody that your lesbians." Mary and Sandra exchanged nervous glances. They all lived in a small town and nobody wanted their dirty linen aired in public. Then a knowing smile spread across Mary's lips. "Oh there's no way we would ever reveal this. This is just so neat, our very own girly boy." "What d'you mean?" Dorie Lou's eyes narrowed suspiciously. "Just that," replied Mary, "our very own girly boy, semen on tap, without all the usual messy bruising business of some hairy great animal pounding away into our bodies. Simone will be our very own source of spunk." "What would you want spunk for?" wondered Dorie Lou. "Babies! That's what for. Babies!" riposted Mary. "Babies!!" squealed Dorie Lou, "But you're lesbians." "That's for sex Dumbo! We like girls for sex but were still women; we still want babies, so when we want a baby; Bingo! Here it is, spunk on tap." "And a very pretty tap too," added Sandra as she smiled and gently kissed Simone's pink little appendage just before it withdrew secretively back under it's clitty hood. Simone let out a squeak of pleasure then pleaded to Mary to be released, "You're hurting my wrists." Mary grinned and slackened her grip. Simone had soon realised that Mary was stronger than her so any struggle would be useless. She rubbed her wrists where Mary's grip had raised angry wheals. "You hurt me," Simone charged. Mary smiled then bent forward and kissed Simone softly on the lips before apologising. "Sorry darling. I over-reacted. I won't use force again." Simone felt appeased but she wanted the last word. "Yeah, well it's not nice. It's bullying." Sandra intervened and proffered Simone one of her baby doll nighties and spare pair of matching panties. "Here put these on and lets go to sleep. You can sleep in the middle with Dorie Lou if you want." This pleased both Simone and Dorie Lou especially as Sandra and Mary became particularly attentive as they cuddled up for the night. After a few fumbled approaches, Simone finally led Sandra's fingers to her sensitive breasts and sighed. "Here, play with these. My clitty's worn out." At this invitation, Mary also became emboldened again and her fingers joined Sandra's as they knowingly tested Simone's stiff engorged nipples. Dorie Lou savoured her friend's new intimacy for now she knew that her boyfriend Simone was accepted by the lesbian pair and that their relationships were safe. She reached over and gently tugged the corners of the giant duvet to envelope the foursome as they all giggled with delight then finally calmed down for the night. Soon, the only sound coming from Sandra's bedroom was the soft regular breathing of four contented satiated friends. When Sandra's mum silently checked them out late in the night she saw nothing untoward except four lovely sleeping teenaged girls contentedly cuddled up under one large duvet. There was nothing to reveal any licentious fingering. She smiled and slipped away to her own bed. End of Chapter Six - To Be Continued Comments truly appreciated !!