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Today the girl sat at the seat in front of Julia, who watched as the routine continued – the girl shuffled the skirt of her school uniform up an inch or two, so that she displayed just a little more black nylon-encased leg, and ran her fingers through the long dark ringlets of her hair, tousling and teasing them into what she obviously hoped was a more street-wise and sexy look.

Julia smiled to herself, all the girl’s actions reminded her so much of herself as a schoolgirl twenty years ago. She’d been much the same then, as soon as she was out of sight of her parents, she’d hitch her skirt up, slap on some more lipstick and try to look as cool as possible, especially if there were any boys in the vicinity.
This girl must be from a well-to-do family, Julia thought to herself. The badge on the young girl’s blazer displayed the crest of St Peter’s, an expensive fee-paying school located about twenty miles away. Julia’s journey to the office was a little shorter; the girl would be on the bus for a few more stops after Julia had alighted.

Julia suppressed a chuckle as the girl inexpertly attempted to apply lipstick whilst the bus bumped and jolted its way through town. She leaned forward and spoke quietly to her. “Why don’t you wait until we get out on to the motorway?”

“Ummm, what?” The girl replied.

Julia continued “The bus will be fairly still then for about fifteen minutes, you’ll have plenty of time to put your lippy on without it ending up all over the place.”

Realisation dawned over the girl’s elfin face “Oh yeah….guess you’re right!” she said, with a thankful tone in her voice.

Julia lowered her voice to a whisper “If you don’t mind me saying so, you were making a bit of a hash of that, sweetie. Would you like a few tips?”

The girl hesitated for a moment, and then said gratefully “If you don’t mind….”

Julia rose to her feet, and swung herself round into the seat alongside the girl.
“Julia Ward, pleased to meet you!” she said, and held out her hand.

Awkwardly, the girl took her hand and shook it. “Er…I’m ...umm…Sophie.” She muttered.

Although Sophie was reticent at first, Julia soon got a dialogue going between the two of them. The younger girl had looked dumbfounded when Julia had asked her if she had a lip-pencil. She did not; nor had she even heard of liner, brush or gloss.
Julia explained that simply wiping a lipstick around your lips wasn’t the be-all and end-all of it. She managed to show Sophie how to purse her lips into an ‘O’ so that at least she would avoid getting the lipstick on her teeth.
During the course of their journey, Julia gave Sophie several more tips on make-up techniques; it seemed that the poor girl’s mother had taught her nothing. Julia felt sorry for her, especially when she learned that the main reason for Sophie’s eagerness to look as grown-up as possible was to win the affections of one ‘Luke Fazackerley’, who was apparently the captain of the school rugby team, and an all-round hunk, by the sound of it.
While Sophie had been replacing the lipstick in her bag, Julia had been surprised when she had glimpsed a packet of contraceptive pills, which were on full view as the bag had been opened, but she had said nothing, and had pretended not to have seen them.

When the bus reached Julia’s stop, she rang the bell and stood up, ready to get off. She said to Sophie “Nice to meet you, Sophie. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, that’d be cool!” replied Sophie. She had enjoyed talking to this older lady. She was nice. Not like her mother, who seemed to want Sophie to have no fun at all. It wasn’t fair, Sophie mused to herself. Her older sister Hannah was eighteen, and she had so much more freedom than Sophie, just because she was going to university in September.

Sophie smiled and looked in her bag again. The packet of contraceptive pills were there, obvious to the eye of anyone who looked into her bag. Sophie knew that the lady had seen them, and Sophie was going to make sure that everyone at school ‘accidentally’ saw them the same way. She would put them back in Hannah’s bedside table drawer when she got home from school, before Hannah returned from work at her ‘summer job’ working at father’s office, sorting the mail.
Even if Hannah found out, she couldn’t say anything – Father would go mad if he knew, so there was no way she could tell on her.
Sophie knew that it would impress the other girls at school; maybe they’d believe her when she said she wasn’t a virgin. She didn’t think that any of the other girls in her class had ‘lost it’ yet, except maybe that Katy Appledore, the tart.

Sophie hated Katy; Luke was far too friendly with her. All the boys were far too friendly with her; she, and her boobs, always seemed to be the centre of attention for all of them. Sophie despaired of ever getting her hands on Luke. No matter how hard Sophie tried to look grown-up, Katy had her hair in pig-tails but still managed to look more adult. “The twatshit!” Sophie muttered to herself.

The following day, Sophie got on the bus, and slowly walked down the aisle, waiting until the bus pulled away before she sat down. She approached the nice lady from yesterday, and looked enquiringly at the seat alongside her. The lady smiled and, with a sweeping gesture, invited Sophie to sit alongside her.
The two fell into conversation, more easily than the previous day.

Julia chatted away, asking Sophie how it was going, had Luke noticed her yesterday?

“Maybe” was the reply from Sophie.
A few of the girls had seen the pills in her bag. She hoped the gossip would get around the class. If Luke got to hear, maybe he’d think that he was on to a good thing with her, and he’d stop talking to that Katy Appledore.

Julia asked Sophie her age.
The response was immediate, “Sixteen” she lied proudly.

Inwardly Sophie didn’t know why she’d said that, except that she wished she was.
Sixteen was cool, you could leave home, and buy lottery tickets and have sex as much as you wanted and everything and stupid parents couldn’t stop you or anything.
Besides, she’d be sixteen next year. Her best friend in class, Mary Nelson, would be sixteen in September, less than two months away.

Julia smiled broadly. She asked Sophie what she was going to do during the upcoming Summer Holidays, as the schools were due to break up at the end of the week.
Sophie’s face fell as she told Julia how she had to go away for the first two weeks of August on holiday with her parents. It was so unfair, she grumbled.
Her sister was allowed to stay at home, but she had to go and spend two weeks in some boring posh hotel away from all her friends, and especially away from Luke.
Sophie told Julia how she feared that Katy would use the two weeks to get her claws into Luke while she was ‘out of sight and out of mind’.

Julia smiled. “Why don’t you give him something to think about, while you’re away?” she said. “If you get him really interested, he’ll spend the whole two weeks thinking about you, and by the time you get back he’ll be so desperate to see you that you’ll be able to just walk in on him anytime you like!”

“But I don’t know how!” Sophie replied, a little desperately.

“I could give you a few tips!” Julia said, winking at the girl lasciviously. “It’s a combination of things, its not just about make-up, it’s the way you dress, the way you walk, the way you look him in the eyes, all sorts of things. I could help you, if you like. Maybe take you shopping for some stuff that will make him notice you?” Her voice dropped to a whisper as she continued “I could even give you some tips about…you know…too!” She winked again, and nudged Sophie gently with her elbow.

Sophie’s head swam momentarily. She was a little scared for some reason, but she also knew that this much older woman had obviously ‘done it’ lots of times, and could help her. How cool would that be?
Maybe she could find out enough womanly tricks to get Luke all for herself.

She agreed to go out on a girlie shopping trip with Julia. She kept it quiet, but as Sophie wasn’t allowed out after school, she arranged to meet Julia on Saturday morning, in the town centre. She told her mother that she was meeting some school friends, and she was going to go shopping for some stuff for their holiday in two weeks time.
The excitement carried her all through the day at school. She felt tall, much taller than her short and slight frame actually was, as she looked down her nose at Katy Appledore. She knew she was going to be able to get one up on her, and Luke would only have eyes for one girl. Ha! That would show the twatshit who was the sexiest girl in the glass, and it wouldn’t be Katy Twatshit Appledore for a change!



Two more days passed, and the usual high-spirited capers marked the end of the term.

Sophie had been thrilled when Luke had asked her for her mobile phone number and told her he’d text her during the six week break.
Her elation had only been momentary though, because as she’d looked down at Luke’s phone whilst he scrolled through the names before programming the number in, she saw that Katy’s name and number was already in his phone.

Damn!

Sophie knew she had to do something. She was pinning her hopes on Julia being able to teach her enough about being a grown-up woman that she’d be able to catch Luke all for herself.

On Saturday morning, Sophie’s stomach churned as she waited in the sunshine by the statue in the town centre where she and Julia had arranged to meet. Unable to eat breakfast due to a mixture of excitement, anticipation and nerves she’d left the house early, catching an earlier bus into town, unable to wait for the one which would have brought her in at 11am, the arranged time. The butterflies in her tummy fluttered even more when she saw Julia approaching.

Sophie registered a little surprise as she watched Julia walk towards her, smiling. She’d only ever seen the older woman in a standard jacket and knee-length skirt or trousers, dressed for her staid office job.
The woman that approached her now wore a pair of high wedge-heeled sandals and a short denim skirt which displayed a pair of long sun-tanned legs, topped off with a strappy white vest top, denim jacket and a pair of sunglasses perched on top of her head. Her long blonde hair hung on her shoulders, freed from the sober pony-tail that Julia’s hair was normally pulled back into when she saw her on the bus in the mornings.
She looked enviously at Julia’s chest, noticing for the first time the size of her boobs.

Sophie suddenly really wanted to be Julia. She thought that if she looked like Julia she would be able to get Luke, if she wanted.
She fervently hoped that the older lady could make her into the woman she wanted to be.

Julia greeted her warmly, and the two started to chat, even more freely than they had done on the bus during the week. Conversation flowed better without the self-consciousness of wondering if other passengers were overhearing, and the pair were getting to know each other better now.
Julia began to relate to Sophie her ideas for attempting to ensnare Luke. She was going to help Sophie have a bit of a ‘make-over’ and then she would be able to make Luke fancy her enough before she went away on holiday.

They ambled in and out of shops in the High Street, chatting, laughing, giggling, but all the while looking for things that Sophie could use.

In the main department store Julia found her a make-up kit that contained all the things she’d need, pencils, foundation, eye make-up and the like, all for only £15. Sophie delved into her purse and paid cash.

Next they checked out the clothes shops. Sophie found a little black dress in the sale, which she fell in love with immediately and paid another £20 for it. She also picked up a bikini for her holiday, another bargain for only £10.

Julia explained that Sophie ought to have some stockings to go with the dress. “Guys just luuuurve girls in stockings,” she explained “forget tights. Hold-ups will do, especially as that dress is so tight, but when you really REALLY want to give your guy a thrill, then get yourself a suspender belt, and some proper stockings.” She told Sophie, with another of her winks.
They found a pack of sheer black hold-ups with two pairs in, for £3.50. Sophie smiled as she paid for them.

“Shoes!” Julia exclaimed “Now you need a decent pair of high-heels. What have you got?”

When Sophie said she didn’t have a pair of proper high-heels, Julia took her by the arm and steered her towards a shoe shop, and pointed out a pair of black court shoes in the window. “A bargain! Only £25” Julia exclaimed.
Embarrassed, Sophie stammered that she really couldn’t afford much else, she’d have to make do with the shoes she already had.

“Well, at least let’s go in and try them on, eh?” Julia said, grinning. Swept along by the older woman’s enthusiasm, Sophie agreed.
With the aid of an assistant, they found a pair that fitted. Sophie agreed that they were nice as she tottered up and down the shop, before sadly taking them off and handing them back to the assistant. Before she could object, Julia had told the assistant that they’d take them, and brandished her credit card.

Even more embarrassed now, Sophie stammered that she couldn’t let Julia do this, but Julia had simply waved her hand dismissively “You’re my friend now, Sophie!” She said with a smile “Think of it as a little present for your holiday. You’ll be able to take this outfit with you, and when you go into the restaurant of that posh hotel, you’ll be able to look like a real woman, and that’ll be after we capture the heart of your Luke as well.”
“Just one more thing though…” Julia continued “Underwear. You need some sexy stuff, to go under that lovely dress” and off they went back to the department store to find some.

Sophie agreed to be measured by the assistant, the first time she had ever been measured for a bra, and was embarrassed to find that her size was 32A. Julia reassured her that she didn’t need to have enormous boobs, but she ought to get a Wonderbra, which would make them look bigger than they actually were. However, the £26 price tag meant that she was unable to afford even the cheapest of the garments that Julia was pointing out to her.
Yet again, Julia’s credit card seemed to magically appear in her hand, as she grabbed a lacy black bra in Sophie’s size, along with two matching pairs of panties “You must have matching underwear,” she explained to her younger friend “it looks so much more sophisticated and sexy.”

As they left the store, Sophie clung to Julia’s arm, humbled by her new friend’s generosity. Tears of quiet joy began to form in her eyes, as she leant her head against Julia’s upper arm.

“Right, you’ve got the make-up, the outfit, the shoes, I vote we have lunch to celebrate, whaddya say, Soph?” Julia said merrily.

Suddenly realising it was well after 2pm, and she hadn’t eaten all day, Sophie readily agreed. They walked along the street, clutching their selection of bags, and Julia steered them into a wine-bar with an upstairs balcony, where they found a table overlooking the hustle and bustle of the Saturday afternoon shoppers. Whilst Sophie looked at the menu, Julia disappeared into the bar, and returned a few minutes later carrying a bottle of chilled Chardonnay and two glasses.

Sophie’s eyes opened wide “My Dad will kill me, it’s against the law -” Sophie began to protest.

“Nonsense!” Julia dismissed her objections with a wave of her hand “You’re sixteen, and perfectly legally entitled to drink wine or beer with a meal. Trust me, I know these things!” and she poured them both a glass of the wine.

With a crafty glance around her, Sophie grinned devilishly, and took a sip. She’d drunk a little wine with meals before, at home, but her parents had always added lemonade to it. The taste overpowered her a little, and she confined herself to a little sip.
When the waiter came to the table for their food order, Julia chose for both of them and ordered Sweet Chilli Prawns with Salad for the pair of them. They continued to chat while they waited for their meal, Sophie feeling ever more grateful to her benefactor.
Julia gave Sophie a few tips on ‘how to get your guy’.

“Be bold” she told her “Guys can be pretty dumb sometimes, and you have to take the lead, and let them know you fancy them.” Smiling, she looked Sophie in the eye and repeated “Be bold!”

As they talked, Julia explained to Sophie how to let guys get an ‘accidental’ glimpse of stocking tops, by crossing your legs just ‘so’ so that the skirt would ride up a little. By twisting to the left of her seat she also showed Sophie how to climb in and out of (an imaginary) car, first by keeping your legs together and swinging them out, and then she showed her how to do it and give a deliberate flash, by moving one leg first and then the other, so that the skirt would rise right up over the opened thighs, and give a clear flash of everything between.
As she did, Julia turned to find the waiter approaching their table carrying their lunch. His eyes dropped to the expanse of Julia’s thighs, and as he gawped at the display, Julia realised he could see the tiny white strip of lace that covered her pussy, and very carefully, deliberately, and most of all, slowly, she closed her legs gently, and swung them back under the table.

Sophie realised what had happened, and tried to stifle a giggle as the somewhat flushed young man shakily placed their meals in front of them.
She failed, and snorted through the hand that she rapidly placed across her mouth.
Julia pursed her lips, and effected as prim and proper expression as she could muster whilst the waiter was at the table, then burst into a fit of giggles as soon as she thought he was out of earshot.
Sophie laughed until she thought she would burst, but after a minute or two the pair calmed down and began to eat.

The prawns were surprisingly spicy, and Sophie found herself gulping at the wine on a couple of occasions, to relieve the heat in her mouth.
Feeling just a little light-headed, she readily agreed after the meal to go back to Julia’s house to try on all her new outfit. Julia pulled her mobile phone from her handbag and ordered a taxi to carry the pair of them there.
Sophie watched as she sent a text message straight after, but thought nothing more of it.
When the cab arrived in the street below them, Julia scooped up the shopping bags and began to carry them through the bar towards the car. Sophie followed unsteadily, feeling definitely giddy, but very happy indeed.

When they reached Julia’s house, the taxi dropped them outside and they walked up the path through the garden to the front door. Sophie saw the well-tended garden with its lawn bordered by neat flower beds, and edged by trees. She was mildly surprised to find that Julia’s house was a large, expensive looking one, and consequently was even more in awe of her new best friend.

Inside, they went into the lounge, deposited the bags in the centre of the room then sat on a sofa and began to sort through the various items.

“Try them all on; let’s see you in your new outfit - sexy undies as well!” Julia cried.

Sophie looked around, unsure about undressing in front of the other woman and stammered “Er…um…ah…”

“Oh, don’t worry, no-one can see in!” Julia said, pointing towards the window, and the line of trees at the bottom of the garden which blocked the line of sight from the road beyond. “And there’s no-one else in the house. If it makes you more at ease, I’ll do the same!” Julia giggled, and crossed her arms then pulled her top up over her head, and threw it onto a nearby armchair. She stood up, reached behind herself and unbuttoned the denim skirt, pulled down the zip and allowed it to fall to the floor, stepping neatly out of it.
She smiled kindly at Sophie, and motioned for her to do the same.

Sophie didn’t know where to look, this tall woman in front of her was now only wearing a lacy white bra, matching g-string and high-heeled sandals. A snatched glance told Sophie that her friend’s sun-tanned body was everything she wished her own would be, with larger breasts, curved in at the waist, rounded hips, and long legs.
Sophie wished she was taller, and had a ‘proper’ woman’s body, like Julia.

Self-consciously, Sophie stood up and undressed, turning her back towards Julia as she took off her underwear, still feeling a little giddy from the wine earlier, and she began to put on the new clothes. She fumbled as she attempted to do up the bra, and Julia softly touched her hands to Sophie’s back, and clipped the hooks into place.

Sophie shivered at the touch of the hands on her skin, sending a peculiar sensation running through her entire body, the likes of which she had never experienced before. She wondered what had happened, it was a funny feeling, tingly, but not unpleasant. Quite nice actually, like a nice tickle, but all over her body, all at the same time.

She picked up the dress next, but Julia admonished her “Stockings next, Soph!” she laughed, but not unkindly.

Sophie sat back down on the sofa, and Julia opened the pack of hold-ups and handed her a pair. Sophie hadn’t ever worn them before, but being used to tights, she managed to pull them up correctly. Julia, still only in her bra and panties, handed her the little black dress.

After the dress the shoes followed and, encouraged by Julia, Sophie did a little walk around the lounge. Julia explained about walking in heels, and by placing one foot almost directly in front of the other, how to affect a ‘wiggle as you walk’.
“Like this…” said Julia, and walked around the lounge herself. Sophie followed, mimicking her steps as she went.

As they walked around, both began to wildly over-exaggerate their wiggles, and the pair of them once more got the giggles, then finally collapsed back on the sofa.

Sophie kicked off the shoes, and stood up to take off the dress. She fumbled behind her back with the zip. Julia stood up and undid it for her, taking the dress from Sophie as she lowered it down and stood out of it. Julia carefully laid it across the back of the sofa, and turned back to where Sophie was again struggling with the eye-hooks of the bra.

Sophie stood rooted to the spot as Julia’s hands undid the clips for her and eased the straps down off her shoulders. Fear and wonder froze her stock still as she felt Julia’s hands sweep her hair up off her shoulders, and then she felt Julia gently blow onto the back of her neck, and down her spine to the middle of her shoulder-blades.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she felt Julia softly kiss the back of her neck, and plant a line of little kisses down the centre of her back.

Strange and powerful sensations, the likes of which she had never experienced shuddered through her young body, and her mind swam with confusion.

She knew that it was wrong, but somehow it all felt right, too.

Julia whispered in her ear “I could teach you things, Sophie. Things about how to please a man, and about your own body, too.”

That clinched it for Sophie. In her mind she rationalised it as a lesson on how to get boys. She tried to relax her body, determined to learn whatever she could.
She shivered as Julia’s hands lightly caressed her shoulders, and she felt the warmth of the older woman’s body as she moved in closer to her.

Sophie gasped as the hands gently stroked her breasts, fingertips lightly caressing her nipples, and Julia softly kissed her shoulder, and nuzzled her ear, first kissing then lightly sucking on her ear lobe.
She suddenly realised that it felt incredibly hot between her legs, and without consciously realising it, she cupped her hand over her groin. A thrill of terror shot like electricity through her body as Julia’s hand ran down the length of her arm and grasped the hand she had placed over herself.
Julia’s hand moved Sophie’s away, and replaced it with her own. She applied some light pressure, gently squeezing Sophie’s pubis, who let out a tiny squeal of pleasure.

The tiny squeal was followed by a louder moan as Julia’s hand burrowed inside Sophie’s panties, and the tip of her index finger slipped between the moist lips there.
She could feel Julia pressed tightly against her now, her breasts squeezing against the back of Sophie’s head.

Julia turned the younger girl around to face her, and leaned forward to plant a kiss on her lips. As Sophie hesitated, Julia reassured her “I can teach you exactly how to kiss boys, like this…”
Julia placed a hand around the back of the young girl’s head, and softly pressed her lips onto Sophie’s, then pushed her tongue gently around her lips, and into her mouth.
The pair of them stood there, kissing passionately for some time, their tongues exploring each other’s mouths, as their hands began to run over each other’s bodies.
Sophie’s head spun with nerves as she ran her hands over Julia’s breasts, still encased in her lacy bra, and she wished she could stroke the bare skin underneath, but she didn’t dare take the lead and remove it herself.

As if she had read her mind, Julia reached behind herself and, without breaking the kiss, unclipped the bra, pulling it forward and off, letting it fall to the floor. The younger girl’s hands trembled as she fondled the large breasts, surprise and wonder marvelled in her mind as she felt the hard nipples sticking up, and the sheer size of the areolas surrounding them.

Sophie was powerless to resist when the older woman bent down and pulled her panties down her black stocking encased legs to her ankles. Sophie obediently lifted first her right then her left leg and stepped out of the panties. As she looked down Sophie saw Julia kneel before her, then it seemed as if her entire body exploded as the older woman planted first a kiss ‘down there’ and then pushed her tongue in, lightly flicking the young girls clitoris with the tip.
A squeal of delight issued forth from Sophie’s mouth, and then she allowed herself to be pulled down onto the sofa, with Julia now sitting beside her, an arm tenderly draped around her shoulders.

Julia asked her if she’d ever sucked a cock. When she shook her head, Julia took her hand and grasped Sophie’s forefinger between her own forefinger and thumb, and began to suck on it. She released the finger from her mouth to say “Like this…” and began again to suck it, slowly sliding it in and out of her mouth.
She held up her own hand, and extended a finger towards Sophie’s mouth. The young girl immediately took the hint, and she in turn began to suck Julia’s finger, using her mouth to mimic the actions happening to her own finger.
With her free hand, Julia stroked and caressed Sophie’s body, who responded in turn with her free hand.

Eventually Julia broke away from the embrace. She bent forward and removed her sandals, then stood up and pulled her panties down, kicking them to one side. “When you’ve sucked him for a while,” she said “get him to do this, for you.”
She knelt yet again between Sophie’s legs, and began to kiss and lick at the young girl’s labia, then probing once more with her tongue, wrapping it around her tender clitoris, gently holding it with her teeth, releasing it, sucking it, licking it once more, bringing forth cries of joy from the youngster.
Julia smiled to herself as the young girl lifted her legs up and placed them over her shoulders, the nylon of her stockings rubbing down Julia’s back.

Julia continued to pleasure the girl, her practised tongue expertly working Sophie to ever greater pleasure. She felt the girl’s legs stiffen, and glanced up to see that she had grabbed a cushion and was holding it tightly in front of her chest, her knuckles whitening as she clasped it ever more firmly.
Suddenly Sophie let out a loud scream of delight, unable to contain herself as the first orgasm of her life erupted through her body.
She had played with herself before, but had never experienced anything so intense before in her young life. It felt as if her head had exploded from within, or she had been hit by a speeding train. It seemed as if imaginary fireworks were going off all around her.

Julia ceased her cunnilingus, and sat once more beside Sophie, cuddling her gently. She leaned in to kiss her, but Sophie pulled her mouth away uncertainly, mumbling a hesitant couple of um’s and ah’s.
“It’s ok Soph, it doesn’t taste bad or anything, I promise.” Julia said, realising the youngster’s unease at kissing lips that had so recently been placed to her vagina.

Hesitantly at first, Sophie allowed the older woman to kiss her and, surprised at the pleasantness of the taste, responded by kissing her back.
The pair of them cuddled for a few minutes, Sophie’s body trembling slightly from the electrifying sensations that continued to echo through her body, her whole skin feeling sensitive to any touch. Julia whispered gently in her ear “Did you enjoy that, Soph?”

She nodded that she did. Feeling suddenly guilty Sophie realised that she had done nothing to pleasure Julia. She felt strangely rustic and untutored, and did not know how to respond.
She felt that she ought to somehow ‘repay’ Julia for the pleasure she had just given.
“W-would you l-like me to d-do that to you?” Sophie asked, shyly.

“That would be wonderful, darling.” Julia breathed in a low voice.

Sophie dutifully knelt on the floor between Julia’s legs, as Julia had done for her, and began to imitate Julia’s actions as best she could. Nervously at first her tongue darted in and out and around the other woman’s sexual organs. As she did, Julia gave her hints and tips, and used her hands to steer Sophie’s head to and fro, whilst raising her hips towards her, twisting this way and that. “Don’t be afraid to tell him what you want him to do, Soph.” she instructed “And get him to lick you where and when you want – if you don’t tell him he’ll never know!”

On an impulse, Sophie slid a finger into Julia’s vagina, and was pleased to hear the older woman moan with pleasure as she did so. “Mmmmm, more!” Julia commanded.
Surprised, Sophie slid in a second finger, marvelling at how wet her friend had become, and surprised at how delightful and sweet it tasted.

“More, more!” Julia exclaimed.

Amazed, Sophie slid a third finger in, thrusting them in and out with greater vigour. She looked up at Julia and saw that her back was arched, her breasts pushed forth. As she looked up, the older woman looked down at her and smiled as their eyes met.

“More!” Julia breathed.

Holding her gaze, Sophie slid her fourth finger into her and saw Julia’s eyes widen and her mouth form the shape of an ‘o’, then she closed her eyes and threw her head back, a lengthy groan of ecstasy wailing from her mouth.
Suddenly Sophie felt an enormous rush of warm liquid gush into her mouth and around her face.
Instinctively Sophie spat the liquid out of her mouth in disgust and, horrified, she tried to lift her head, thinking that the woman had lost all control of her faculties but the hands held her head firmly in place.

Julia continued to pant loud grunts of passion as she ground her pubis against Sophie’s face.
For her part, Sophie had discovered that the taste in her mouth, and the scent filling her nostrils, was not that of urine, and she realised that it must simply be a natural reaction that happens when a woman orgasms.
She wondered why she had not done that when she came earlier, was she somehow inferior, or not doing it correctly. She would have to ask sometime.

Eventually, Julia released Sophie’s head from her grasp, and sank back, legs still spread apart. A large damp patch sat darkly on the light cloth of the sofa, between her thighs.

Uncertain of what to do next, Sophie sat alongside her, not daring to touch Julia, as the older woman laid back, eyes closed, savouring the pleasure she had just experienced.

“Mmmmm, that was good.” Julia said, after some time had passed. She reached over and pulled Sophie towards herself, and kissed her on the lips. “Thank you, Sophie darling, you were wonderful.”

Sophie blushed, feeling a strange mixture of pride, tinged with confusion and guilt. “Does this mean I’m a lesbian, now?” She wondered out loud.

Julia laughed, again not unkindly “No darling, not at all! I’ve got a fella that I love very much indeed, but there’s no reason why two girls can’t have a bit of fun together, is there?” she asked. “It’s not really being unfaithful, it’s not like you’re going off with another bloke, is it?” she continued. “Besides which, guys go ape at the thought of two women in bed together – they all fantasise about it!” she added with a wink.

Julia got up from the sofa, and ran up the stairs, returning immediately wearing a silky gown. Sophie had removed the stockings, and had begun to dress in the clothes she had been wearing earlier in the day. Julia carefully folded the little black dress up, and replaced it in the bag it had been in.

Hesitantly, Sophie said that she had better get going, she’d have to get the bus home and she was late already. Julia asked her if she’d like to come around again, one evening in the week perhaps?
Sadly, Sophie told her that she wasn’t allowed out in the evenings, so Julia suggested next Saturday.

“That’d be well cool!” Sophie replied “We don’t go on holiday until the following Monday. Maybe you could tell me how to really get Luke’s attention, and I’ll go see him at his house on Sunday, the day before I go away!”

Julia laughed, and the two agreed to meet the following weekend. She saw Sophie to the door, and the two kissed before they parted. She watched Sophie walk down the path through the garden, and waved at her as she went through the gate and turned to walk away, then she hastened back into the lounge, scrabbling in her handbag for her mobile phone.
She thumbed a quick text message, and pressed send.

*****

Mark Ward sipped his beer as he sat quietly in his local pub, idly reading his newspaper.
There was a story on the front page about Andrew Barnfield, their local MP. Mark remembered him from schooldays when they had been in the same class, now since the recent General Election he was a rising star in the new cabinet, a relative youngster in the world of British politics at the tender age of forty.
Seems he was now on some sort of crusade to improve the morals of the nation by imposing ‘family values’ on everyone, and restricting nudity and pornography in the media.
Pompous prick, Mark thought to himself, he hasn’t changed since school, he was a stuck-up bastard back then, and he’s a stuck-up bastard now.

Mark didn’t really care, his consultancy business was going well, and he had been more in demand than ever during the recession and credit crunch, enabling him to charge even more for his services. He could do much of his work from home, only needing to visit his client’s premises rarely, leaving him more time on his hands than ever, whilst still pulling more than double an MP’s salary.

When Mark’s phone beeped its text alert he grabbed it from his pocket, and quickly pressed the buttons to read the message.
[all went as plan she just left will pass u in a few min, blue tshirt jeans carryin shoppin bags]

Mark hastily downed the remainder of his drink, and scurried out of the bar into the late afternoon sunshine.
He stood outside the pub for a minute or two, and watched as a young girl with long dark curly hair and a flushed face struggled past him, carrying a selection of shopping bags, towards the bus stop at the end of the road.
He eyed her up and down with an approving smile, and continued to ogle the teenager as she walked down the street, then turned for home, walking quickly towards his house at the far end of the street.

He hurried up the path through his garden, and then burst through his front door into his lounge, where he found his wife was waiting for him, dressed only in a silky dressing gown. She stood as he entered the room.
“Well?” he exclaimed “What happened?”

Julia purred her answer “Everything!” she smiled as she pressed her body to his “Just as we planned. Taste her…” she pushed her lips to his, and slid her tongue into his mouth. She could feel the erection in his trousers pressing against her midriff as she kissed him, trying to let him taste and smell the juices of the young girl who she had so recently made love to.
His hands flew to her breasts and began to fondle them roughly.
“Sit right here.” Julia said, pointing to the sofa. Mark sat down, and Julia sank subserviently to her knees between his legs. She pulled at his zip as she spoke. “You’re sitting exactly where she was when I licked her out.” she told him.
He beamed with delight as she pointed the large damp patch on the seat alongside him “And that’s where she made me come, she licked me out and got all four fingers up me, just like you wanted.”

Julia pulled out her husband’s erect cock, and dutifully lowered her head onto it, taking the engorged end of it into her mouth, holding her lips tightly around it. She lowered her head further, taking the full length of it into her mouth, and then slowly lifted her head again. She released the penis from her mouth and swirled her tongue around the head of it, looking up lovingly at her man. She continued to lick the end of his cock, wrapping her hands around it, stroking it gently. She watched as he rubbed his fingers on the damp patch alongside, then lifted his hand to his nose and sniffed her juices that had so recently soaked the seat.

She moved her mouth away from his cock, but continued to stroke it, using both hands, first one then the other, alternating them. As her left hand slid down the full length of his member to the base, her right began to grasp the head then slide down, so that his cock was constantly and repeatedly stimulated.
While she did this she related the tale of how she and Sophie had done their shopping trip, and how she had got the young girl a little drunk while they ate.
She described how they had undressed together, and how the teenager looked wearing her new sexy underwear, including the stockings.

Mark moaned softly with pleasure as his wife told him how she had gone down on the young girl, and told him how exquisite her own orgasm had been when the youngster had made her come.
Mark glanced around the room, taking in the sight of his wife’s clothes scattered around. He saw her vest draped over the armchair, and her shoes and knickers on the floor to his left. Her skirt was on the floor to his right. He looked down, and saw that she had allowed her gown to fall open as she sucked on his cock.
He stared at her breasts, swaying gently with her movements, and he imagined what they would look like with that teenager holding and licking them. He wanted to find out, and fervently hoped that the second part of his and his wife’s plan would make that happen.

He felt Julia’s lips sliding up and down his cock, faster now, and he pictured her licking Sophie’s pussy. His cock began to feel like it would explode, and he suddenly grasped her head roughly, and began to ram his hips back and forth, fucking her face harder and harder. He enjoyed her grimaces as her face banged against his abdomen, and chuckled as he heard her little choking noises when she gagged as his cock repeatedly hit the back of her throat.

She squealed with pain as he grabbed a handful of hair, causing him to smile wider, until he yelled with triumph as he shot his load, forcing Julia’s head deep down onto his cock, pumping his cum straight down her throat.
He was delighted to see a tear in her eye as he held her there, barely able to breathe.

He released her head, and slumped back on the sofa, breathing deeply.
Julia continued to kneel between his legs, feeling a little hurt and degraded by her husband’s rough treatment of her, but pleased that she had been able to satisfy her man.
She very much preferred it when he was tender and loving, but she put up with the occasional rough stuff because she knew he enjoyed it. She would do anything for him, she loved him so much, she thought to herself.

She rose to her feet, and collected her clothes from around the room, carrying them through to the utility room at the rear of the kitchen and dumping them by the side of the washing machine. On her way back she stopped at the fridge and fetched out a bottle of wine, and collected two glasses from the cupboard next to it.
Pausing only to switch the oven on ready to cook them both some dinner, she returned to the lounge and placed the wine on the coffee table, pouring up a glass for herself and her husband. Before she sat down she took her shoes to the foot of the stairs and left them there to take up later.

By now Mark had picked up the remote control to the television, and was happily flicking through the channels. Julia sat quietly alongside him, and cuddled up to him as she sipped her wine, anticipating a quiet evening of television, and most likely more sex. She knew that when Mark had recovered from his recent orgasm he would probably want her to retell some more of that afternoon’s events, and would be so turned on by it that he would certainly get hard once more.
She shivered with anticipation at the thought of it, and the love-making that would surely follow.

*****
A week had passed.
Sophie had become increasingly restless at home. As usual, her father had fussed around, making lists for all the family, lists for things that Hannah had to do during the week (and the things she wasn't allowed to do) and lists for Sophie and her mother. They were packed already, and it was only Saturday morning, they weren’t due to leave until Monday morning.

Sophie had tried to keep tracks on Luke by following him on Facebook and Twitter, but it seemed he wasn’t on-line much during the holiday. She stared at her phone, willing it to beep with a text message from him, but that hadn’t happened yet.

She sighed, and thought about Julia. She was still worried that she might be a lesbian, but the Julia had told her that there was nothing to it, hadn’t she? It must be alright, then.
She’d looked Julia up on Facebook, but Julia so far hadn’t accepted her friend request, although it seemed that she hadn’t been online either.
Sophie was looking forward to seeing Julia again though, her tummy fluttered with excitement and nerves as she rode the bus into town to meet up with her again.
They’d sent each other texts during the week, and had arranged that Sophie would stay on the bus through town, and go straight to Julia’s house. Sophie was hoping that they’d ‘do it’ again, it was such an incredible experience last time, and it had made her feel very grown up.

She got off the bus and walked up the road to Julia’s house, feeling more nervous with each step. She reached the gate, and paused, taking a deep breath, then tried to walk up to the door with all the confidence she could muster.
She rang the bell, and Julia opened it, welcoming her in and smiling at her. Sophie looked her up and down, envious once more of the older woman’s figure which was very evident as she was only wearing a shortie nightie, made from a pale cream coloured silk, and trimmed with ivory lace. Her feet were bare, and Sophie noticed her carefully pedicured and painted toenails, matching her fingernails. She was wearing full make up, and her hair was beautifully styled.

Once more, Sophie felt rustic and untutored, standing there in her striped t-shirt, faded denim jeans and with a pair of scruffy daps on her feet.

Julia motioned for her to come in, and closed the door behind her. She stepped forward to Sophie and pressed her body against her, and moved to kiss her. Sophie did not resist, and soon their tongues twisted together, as they passionately kissed and hugged. Sophie steeled herself, and boldly ran her hands across the older woman’s body, caressing her breast through the material of her nightie, and with her other hand sliding her fingertips up the back of Julia’s leg and, pushing the hem up with the back of her hand as she did, she lightly stroked Julia’s behind. She was pleased to hear Julia moan slightly as she did so.
Sophie felt so aroused; she was unable to believe how much she wanted this woman again.

“How are you feeling, darling?” Julia asked her as their lips parted.

Sophie took a deep breath “Horny.” She answered, using the word out loud for the first time in her life.

Grinning, Julia pushed her along the hall towards the lounge “I’ve got a little surprise for you, Soph.” She whispered in the girl’s ear.

As she was pushed into the lounge, Sophie’s heart sank as she saw a man sitting on the sofa, in the very spot where she had been last week. He was reading a newspaper, and ignored Sophie altogether.

Her stomach churned with disappointment as she turned to Julia and muttered “But…but…I thought that we were going to…um…like last week, er…what’s going on?”

Julia gripped her around the shoulders and kissed her gently “It’s ok, darling, this is Mark, my husband.”

“Your husband!” Sophie exclaimed “I didn’t know you were um…well…” her voice trailed off as she saw for the first time the ring on Julia’s wedding finger.

Julia chuckled as she replied “Its ok, sweetie, I told you that I’ve got a chap that I love very much. I told Mark all about what happened last week, and he’s ok about it too.” Her face was a little more serious as she continued “He wants to help you, too. If you let us, we’ll both teach you some tricks to make sure that Luke will think you’re the most sexiest, grown-up girl in the world!”

Sophie’s face was a mask of contortion as she pondered what her older friend had said to her.
Over Julia’s shoulder she saw the man quietly continuing to read his newspaper. She looked at him nervously, taking in his appearance.
He was a large man, but not fat. In quite good shape for such an old bloke, Sophie thought as he sat there, wearing a cap-sleeved white shirt that showed off muscled arms. ‘He must be nearly the same age as my dad, like forty or something’ Sophie thought to herself ‘but he’s quite a hunk.’
She made up her mind that if Julia and Mark could help her become the sophisticated and sexy woman that she wanted to be, anything was worth trying. She’d let them show her how to do sex, and then she’d show Luke what she could do!

Still stuttering from the shock and surprise of what was happening, she whispered to Julia “W-What are we g-going to d-d-do then?”

“Well, I thought first we’d all have a little drink to help us to loosen up, then maybe we’ll all go upstairs to the bedroom, and really work on your techniques.” Julia told her “Mark was really excited about what we did last week, and he’d like to maybe see us do the same thing again, then perhaps he’ll help me to show you how to really bring a guy off.”

Nervously, Sophie nodded “O-Ok then.”

Julia swept her towards Mark with an arm around her shoulder. In a theatrically formal voice she said “Mark, this is Sophie, the girl I told you about, Sophie this is my husband, Mark, who wants to help us.”

Mark put down the newspaper on the coffee table in front of him. Sophie could see the headline, something about some war in the Middle East; she could never understand why people who claimed to be religious could fight all the time, especially in a place that was called the Holy Land.
Her attention was abruptly diverted back when the man spoke.

“Hello Sophie.” He said, with a smile. “Nice to meet you at last, I’ve heard a lot about you – and all good too!”

Sophie felt all strange inside when he smiled at her. She sat on the sofa, but at the far end, away from the man. Julia went to the kitchen to fetch some drinks.
She quickly returned with a tray containing three tall glasses, each containing ice, a slice of lime and filled to the brim with a fizzy clear liquid that looked like lemonade. She placed the tray on the coffee table, and passed a glass to Sophie, then to Mark, finally taking one herself. She told Sophie to budge up, and sat at the end of the sofa. Sophie was now hemmed in between the two adults.
“Cheers!” Julia exclaimed loudly, holding her glass up to the others.

They chorused a reply, and all three took a swig. Sophie gasped as the drink hit the back of her throat, the bitter, dry taste almost taking her breath away. “Wha-what’s that?” she exclaimed.

“Gin and tonic, dear.” Julia replied. ‘And yours is a very strong one too, much more than mine and Mark’s’ she added inwardly, hoping to loosen any inhibitions Sophie might have by getting her juiced, the same as last week.

Not wanting to appear childish, Sophie smiled and took another glug from the glass.
As they sat there, she cringed slightly as Julia retold the events that had happened on that very sofa the previous week Mark seemed particularly interested in the part where Sophie had licked and fingered Julia.
Neither Mark nor Julia gave Sophie any indication that they had already discussed this, as far as Sophie knew, Mark was hearing about some of this for the first time.

As they talked, all three drank their drinks down. Sophie was beginning to feel decidedly light-headed once more, and she could feel her discomfort and embarrassment falling away, along with the feeling of fear that had knotted in her stomach when she had first seen Mark in the room.
Trying to show how adult she was, Sophie drained the last of her drink, and attempted to place the empty glass back on the tray in front of them. Unfortunately she misjudged the distance, and the glass made a loud ‘clink’ as she put it down rather too hard on the tray. “Ooops!” Sophie exclaimed “Shorry about that!” she added.

Julia and Mark exchanged knowing looks as the young girl slurred her words. “Perhaps we all ought to go upstairs now” Julia said quietly.

Mark’s deep voice spoke next “I think that would be great, what about you, Sophie?”

“OK!” the teenager exclaimed brightly.

All three of them walked up the stairs, Julia first, leading Sophie by the hand, while Mark followed behind.
As they entered the bedroom, Sophie noticed that the curtains were already closed, and Julia clicked the dimmer switch on the lights to a low setting. Although the sunlight still glowed faintly through the curtains, the low lights gave the room a warm ambience. Sophie looked around and saw that the room was tastefully furnished, with fitted wardrobes across both the head of the bed, and the opposite wall. She saw that the wardrobes opposite the bed were mirrored from floor to ceiling.
Julia led her by the hand over to the bed, and motioned for her to lay up on it. She eagerly did so, and watched as Julia lifted the nightie up and over her head, throwing it to the floor.
Mark took a chair by the dressing table and turned it towards the bed, where he sat, watching carefully.

Now completely naked, Julia knelt on the bed alongside Sophie, and pulled off the tatty plimsolls that the girl wore, discarding them at the side of the bed. Then she kissed her on the lips gently, and tugged at the girl’s t-shirt. Sophie obediently lifted her arms allowing the older woman to lift it up and off. Julia went to work on the jeans next, unbuttoning the waistband, pulling down the zipper and finally tugging them down her legs. Sophie completed the process, pushing them off her feet.
She flashed a sideways glance towards Mark, and saw him watching the events unfolding before him intently.

Julia pulled Sophie upright, into a sitting position, and moved behind her, reprising her trick from last week of unclipping Sophie’s bra and blowing and kissing the back of her neck then nibbling her ear, as she threw the bra to one side. She ran her hands lightly down Sophie’s sides and hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her panties.

Sophie needed no encouragement, she leaned forward herself, and pulled her panties down, bending her legs up so she could whip them off.
She looked at herself in the mirror opposite, and once more wished she had such well developed breasts as her older friend, who had now lain full length beside her.

In a low voice Julia said “Show Mark what you did to me last week, Soph.”

Nervously, Sophie shuffled down the bed then bent down and put her head between Julia’s thighs, then began to lick at her split.

Mark suddenly spoke “Use your fingers on her!” he said in an excited tone.

Julia moaned with pleasure as Sophie once again slid one, then two fingers into her vagina, whilst her tongue lapped away at her clitoris.

“All four, Sophie! All four!” said Mark in a commanding tone.

Not wanting to displease, Sophie pushed all her fingers inside Julia, who began to writhe slightly. Sophie looked up and saw that her friend’s eyes were tightly closed, but a huge smile was spread across her face, and her breathing was becoming increasingly heavy.

“Suck her tits now, Sophie.” exclaimed Mark, his voice rising almost to a shout in his excitement.

Surprised, and a little frightened by his commanding tone of voice, Sophie obediently moved up, still furiously fingering Julia’s pussy as she crawled up her body. Julia’s eyes opened, and she cupped her own breasts with her hands, pushing them towards Sophie’s mouth.
Sophie took first one, then the other, breast in her mouth, nervously suckling the large nipples pointing up at her.

She froze momentarily as she felt a hand slide between her legs and begin to lightly caress her private parts. Terror-stricken she looked round to see that Mark was now standing beside the bed alongside them. He had removed his shirt and tracksuit bottoms, and was now naked too.
With one hand he was stroking Sophie, and with the other she saw that he was masturbating himself, his fist pumping up and down his cock.
His cock!
Sophie gasped as she saw it, almost terrified by the sight of it. She hadn’t seen a hard one before in real life, it looked enormous!

All Sophie’s previous experience of the male member had been confined to one brief grope behind the gymnasium at school a few months earlier, when for a dare she’d gone round the back of the gym for a snog with a boy called Andy Fitzsimmons, who was a friend of Luke’s. She’d let him put his hands inside her bra, and up her skirt into her knickers.
He’d even slipped a fingertip inside her thing while she’d put her hand down the front of his trousers and had wrapped her hand around his willy. It had been stiff, and a little wet had come out of the top before Sophie had broken away and returned to her playground pals, giggling.

The sight, then, of this fully-grown man standing by her with an astonishing erection was daunting for the girl, but she remained determined to find out as much as she could about how to do sex.
Her attention was suddenly drawn back to Julia, who began to twist and writhe more underneath her. Sophie redoubled the speed with which she slipped her fingers in and out of her, and at Julia’s insistent urging, began to bite and lick her hardened nipples.

Suddenly Sophie felt a huge rush of warm wetness across her hand as Julia’s body bucked and twisted as she cried out in ecstasy, screaming her orgasm out loud.

Sophie’s eyes opened wide with surprise and delight as, in addition to Julia’s wild orgasm beneath her, she felt Mark slide a finger between her own pussy lips and into her vagina, causing her thrills and shocks the likes of which her young body had never experienced.
Julia’s body went limp beneath her, as she lay back, panting.

Mark rolled Sophie off his wife onto the bed beside her. She lay on her back next to Julia, who now looked towards her, smiling kindly. She kissed Sophie firmly on the lips, and smiled wordlessly at her.

Sophie suddenly realised that Mark had climbed onto the bed now, and had hauled himself over Julia and was now positioning himself above her, pushing her legs apart and kneeling between them.

Panic shot through her as she realised that he was going to ‘do it’ to her, right here and now.
She’d wanted Luke to be the first, and was really sad that it wasn’t him above her, and she thought momentarily about screaming and trying to push this man away, but then she realised that once she’d ‘done it’ she would know everything about sex, and she’d be able to use her new-found talents on Luke tomorrow.
A steely determination set in, and she prepared herself, but nevertheless she remained scared at the size of the huge penis she saw above her. As she stared at it a drip of moisture oozed from the tip and fell onto her belly, causing a strange thrill to tremble through her body as Mark held her hip with one hand, and steered his cock towards her opening with the other.

As this had been happening Julia had been gently caressing Sophie’s hair, and was looking directly at her.
She’d seen a sad look cross the young girl’s face for a moment, and then she saw the girl bite her lip nervously, before a strangely resolute look had come across her face.

Realisation suddenly dawned on Julia, and she instinctively knew. “Mark, wait!” she cried out “I think she’s still a...”

Her words came too late, as she heard Mark let out a hefty grunt as he shoved himself into the young girl beneath him.
Julia looked on helplessly as the young girl let out a pained squeak and then bit her lip once more. Tears formed in her young eyes as she gasped with each stroke.
Julia watched Mark thrust heavily into the youngster, as harshly as ever he had done to Julia herself.
He looked down and saw the tears on the young girl’s cheeks and, grinning, redoubled his thrusts into her, banging into her with all the force he could muster.
“God, you’re tight girl!” he exclaimed, then he let out a loud cry, guttural, animalistic and brutal as he shot his load into her.

Sophie’s eyes opened wide in fear, surprise and amazement as she felt the hot cum release inside her and she wrapped her arms tightly and lovingly around Mark’s neck, her tears of pain now turning to tears of joy as she realised that she was now a real woman.
She felt a sudden wave of love for both Mark and Julia, having shared this intimacy with them both.
When he rolled off her, she clung to him, not wanting to let him go, holding him, cuddling him, her first ever man. They kissed, and Sophie’s mouth yielded to Mark’s exploring tongue, as he kissed her deeply and passionately.

Julia looked on, perturbed. She felt a sudden pang of jealousy towards the youngster, Mark had looked so ecstatic as he’d been fucking her, more so than he ever did with her nowadays. He’d never said how tight she was. He hadn’t even actually touched her himself, he’d concentrated solely on Sophie.
She tried to dismiss these thoughts from her mind, and attempted to inwardly congratulate herself on the fact that she had completely fulfilled her husband’s fantasy of having her and a young girl in the same bed.

There was a little awkwardness as all three dressed, none of them saying much. Mark offered to give Sophie a lift home in his car, but she declined. She had thought about it, but if someone saw her she’d have a lot of explaining to do if her father found out. Safer to get the bus home she surmised.

She kissed Julia on the lips, then Mark, a long, lingering kiss, slipping her tongue into his mouth.
Julia tried to prevent her disapproval showing through, and merely grunted an acknowledgement when Sophie had told them she’d come round to see them in two weeks time, after her holiday.

They said their goodbyes, and Sophie went down the street to catch her bus. She smiled as she went, despite the terrible ache inside her, confident that she would be able to capture Luke at last with her new found experience.

*****

Sunday dawned brightly, as Sophie yawned and stretched in her bed she thought back to the events of yesterday.
She’d been scared, very scared at one point, but now she wondered why. It still ached a little ‘down there’ but it was worth the discomfort for the knowledge that she now knew all about sex.
She wanted to go around to Luke’s house today, and hopefully she’d convince him that she was a better prospect than Katy Appledore.
Sophie wasn’t sure if she’d let Luke go all the way with her today, she was still a bit sore, and she thought he might realise that she’d been doing it with someone else.
She thought she’d wait until it healed up again, it would be fine in a few days she thought.

After the family had sat around the table in their dressing gowns having breakfast she told her parents that she was going round to visit a couple of friends. She rolled her eyes when her father told her not to be late back, they needed to get plenty of rest today before the long car journey tomorrow.

She went up to her room and changed. First she put on the sexy underwear that Julia had bought for her, and the hold-up stockings, then the little black dress. Realising that her parents would go mad if she went out wearing her holiday clothes now, she put a long skirt on over the top of the dress, and put on her denim jacket, buttoned up so that the dress was carefully hidden. After s