Adultery Indian Wife & Construction Guys- Part II

[reema4uhoney]

  Chapter- 24

 

 

Sunday was quiet for both me and Tina, I didn’t want to admit to Tina my younger sister that I’d slept with a neighbour’s twins. Tina didn’t want to admit she’d a good time on a night out with friends.  I was thinking about the twins, and why I’d got into bed with them, they’d tickled and teased me. With hands all over my body they’d worked me up and aroused me to boiling point. The three of us had fallen on the bed panting and excited. One kissed my lips and gently massaged my breasts, the other twin moved between my thighs, kissing and licking and tickling them. They held my legs open not that there was much fight in me, as soon as I felt a cock touch my thighs, I spread my legs like a wonton hussy.

 

Barry rode me until I cum, then spurted into me; I hardly noticed Joey take his place. Still high as a kite, I felt a hardness enter me as though it were a repeat performance. Of course, the brothers had swapped over and I’d been ridded by both of them.

 

Damn! It was so good! The third orgasm went on and on forever.

 

Tina stopped working on a campaign, with a dreamy look on her face, a slow dance with a handsome guy came to mind, as she cleared her throat to cover a sigh. Charley was nice, very nice; all her friends said so. Of course, the guy thought she was older and treated her like one of the adults. Dancing close gave him an excuse to kiss her neck. Not knowing what to do, she let him. So, he took advantage, she ended up kissing him back, fervently, almost feverishly. Unused to drinking wine, she was well away, already feeling passionate, he aroused her. He kissed well, too well. Not like a boyfriend in college had, he was a sophisticated man and knew how to treat a lady. Not pushy or touchy feeling, yet letting her know he liked what he saw. He told her that, she was the most attractive woman in the club. She didn’t mean to tease him or flirt, it just happened that way.

 

Not realising what going outside for air meant, it was too late to run back in, Not that she could in such high heels. Damn! He was a good kisser and she felt so good in his arms. He hadn’t grabbed at her body like the last boyfriend she had, he made her feel good, important and safe. Warning bells rang out when he offered a ride home, the girls told her to stick with them and she did. Of course, there was a regret, even a yearning to go with him, even if it ended up being his place instead. Tina again found it difficult being a responsible adult.

 

We both had a quite afternoon, preparing for work and college. It was unusual for a twenty-six- year old elder sister to be getting ready for college, nineteen-year-old younger sister preparing for a significant job at the office. The two of us had settled into our new roles, having worked out what needed to be done and getting on with it. Monday morning quickly came around to quickly, I hadn’t tried on my new uniform as Tina had asked me to.

 

“Di…look at my new uniform…” I moaned at Tina.

 

“Okay…what’s wrong…oops…yes…I see…” Tina sighed, pulling at the collar of the blouse, she checked the size.

 

“I told you to try it on…the blouse should be alright…have you checked the bra…maybe they are just a smaller size in that store…I can see the bra is too small…obviously the blouse is…take then off…I’ll change them tonight…” Tina told me. I didn’t like wearing the other uniform, it had been Tina’s college uniform and it was too small. Wearing my younger sister Tina’s uniform meant trouble in college.

 

“Move on…or you’ll miss the bus…” Tina said.

 

“I’m ready…” I shouted. Me and Tina stood by the front door inspecting each other.

 

“Be a good girl in college today…I don’t want you getting into trouble…did the teacher really stand you against the wall…for being a naughty girl…” Tina gave me a hug and said.

 

“Yes…thank you for reminding me…” I half-heartedly complained.

 

“I wish I’d been there to see it…were you wearing that skirt…everyone would have seen your panties…” Tina giggled.

 

“It was the first day…I was wearing a thong…” I complained.

 

“God…how embarrassing…what are you wearing now…naughty girl…” Tina laughed and lifted my short skirt.

 

“Di…don’t…put it down…the door is open…everyone can see…I’m wearing sensible college panties…it was only that first day…when I was unprepared…now I wear decent college clothes …if my Di can be bothered to buy them…” I laughed.

 

“So…I’m a bad elder sister…am I…” Tina teased.

 

“No…you’re doing alright as a elder sister…pretty good…” I congratulated my younger sister.

 

“You’re turning out to be a great younger sister…someone to be proud of…” Tina said and grabbed me for a hug. The front door was open, which bothered me, if my friends saw her hugging and kissing me, it would be embarrassing. About to leave, I turned to Tina looking wistful, Tina was wearing my gold earrings, and my makeup as well as my skirt suit. She looked sophisticated as a young twenty something should, ready for a day at the office. She was only nineteen, but she was making a good job of taking my place. On the other hand, I wasn’t allowed to wear makeup, or jewellery to college. I felt tied by rules and regulations at college, compounded by teenage rules of behaviour, as well as fashion statements. At first, I felt free of the shackles of adulthood, all that had been replaced by conformity to the strict teenage rules.

 

“You look miserable…” Paul said.

 

“Thanks…that’s because I’m…” I announced, Paul knew me well enough and kept quiet. It wouldn’t last long, by the time we got to college I would be happy again and that made him happy too. It was Monday of the second week for me, and I settled into the college routine, I sank deeper into the collegegirl role and felt happier about it. After all, I was doing well with lessons, I liked the teacher, the other girls liked me and I’d a wonderful, caring boyfriend, Paul who was looking at me with a smile on his face. Quickly looking away, I wondered what I would tell him when we got together. Over the weekend I’d betrayed him with the twins, it had been a mad moment, without thought just a submission to desire.

 

I gave him a smile and mouthed back that I loved him. Damn! The sentiment seemed so hollow now. What had I done?

 

*****

Tina was working away in an office, concentrating on creating an image for a client, later the artists would meet to combine ideas. These independent moments were the most enjoyable. Having time to draw, and having so much space and materials available was wonderful luxury. It would be difficult to give up when we swapped places again.

 

“Oh!” Tina jumped.

 

“Sorry…Reema…didn’t mean to startle you…” Charley said.

 

“It’s you…where did you spring from…” Tina asked.

 

“I work upstairs…in the buying department…I thought it was you…but wasn’t sure…you were well away into our work…it was nice just watching you…” Charley said and smiled. They spent a moment talking about their jobs then went for a cup of coffee.

 

“Good choice…the tea is awful…” Charley said.

 

“I only trust my tea making…” Tina told him.

 

“Well…this is nice…meeting you like this…” Charley smiled.

 

“Yes…I enjoyed our dance…” Tina flushed from embarrassment.

 

“We could go out again sometime…next Saturday…” Charley asked.

 

“Sure…that would be nice…” Tina spoke.

 

“Good…that’s a date then…I’d better get back…we’ll swap numbers later…” Charley said.

 

“Yea…alright…” Tina said, feeling a little taken aback by his breezy attitude. He hadn’t assumed she would go out with him, or been self-absorbed. He was nice but he was in his early twenties and not much older than her. Looking around the office Tina wondered who could fill her in about him. Was he safe or a risk-taker? What would Reema say if an older man turned up at house, to take her out. No! She must think of her as Tina, her younger sister or she would slip up. It was also a convenience, as the elder sister, she could decide who she went out with. Reema could hardly tell her who to avoid and who to dare. Tina smiled to herself, this was all turning out so brilliantly. 

 

***

I was trusted now, even though I was in the rehabilitation class, Miss Derby let me go to lunch whereas we usually sat eating at our desks. So, now I could meet up with Carol and sit in the sun amiably chatting. Carol had completed her two weeks and re-joined her normal class. My blouse was straining to hold onto my breasts, when a button came loose. I’d better quickly fasten it, as the bra hardly held them in. Before college I tried on one of my usual bra’s and confirmed my breasts were bigger, they’d filled out a size or two, though why on earth that was, I’d no idea. Putting my bag down to use both hands to secure it, the button dropped off.

 

“What are you doing…girl…” A teacher demanded.

 

“Sorry Sir…” I exclaimed and grabbed the gapping blouse. All the teacher saw, was me standing in front of the boys, showing off my breasts. The blouse had given up the onerous task of hiding my chest, it hadn’t been doing much of a job before, being short with a thin waist, my breasts looked exaggerated in size.

 

“Why are you showing yourself off to these boys…” the teacher asked.

 

“I’m not sir…a button popped off…I need a pin…” I explained.

 

“I though your mother was buying you a new uniform…” teacher stated.

 

“She did…she got the wrong size…sir…” I said.

 

“Well…alright…go see the nurse…she’ll have something to help…” teacher said, while trying not to stare at my plump breasts.

 

“You boys stop sniggering…get to lunch…” teacher heavily said and they got the point. I was pleased not to have received some kind of punishment, No longer an adult, I’d lost the automatic respect due to me. A teacher could punish me, treat me like a kid and embarrass me in front of other students, this one seemed more embarrassed over seeing my deep cleavage than I was. Gripping the blouse in one hand and my collegebag in the other, I made my way to the first aid room. The nurse was bound to be elsewhere, probably watching the football training, just in case there was an injury. Her favourite occupation was massaging the guys thighs, everyone knew how much she loved football.

 

Making my way through a crowd of fellow students, I ignored the guys rude remarks, inadvertently letting go of the blouse, a hand came out of the crowd to maul a breast. The boy held me there by gripping it tight.

 

“I wouldn’t if I was you…” I dared.

 

“She belongs to Paul…” a guy warned his friend.

 

“Yea…right…I belong to Paul…” I confirmed. The hand left my breast and I casually walked away, no longer receiving the respect of a mature woman, I resorted to the protection of a boyfriend. For this I’d to be his girl, so that is how I thought of myself and the way I behave. Having lost the status of an adult, I was open to abuse by teenagers and had to earn their respect. I walked into the first aid room not bothering to knock.

 

“Oh…sorry…” I murmured, Brian was there with a naked girl, she was on hands and knees, with her head turned away. It didn’t take much to figure out what she’d been doing. I’d a flash of memory, when I’d been sucking on Paul’s cock.

 

“Don’t worry…I know how to keep my mouth shut…I just need a safety pin…or a needle and thread…there’s a spare button here somewhere…” I smiled at Brian and said while rummaging around in the blouse. With his girlfriend there, it didn’t worry me that I was showing of my bra, and a deep cleavage. Brian didn’t show the slightest interest in me, I wondered what he would think if he realised, I was a mature woman and not just a collegegirl.

 

“Found it…there’ll be a needle and thread somewhere…” I said.  It was amusing seeing the girl trying so hard not to be recognised. Brian’s face was a picture of guilt.

 

“Don’t worry…Brian…your secret is safe with me…” I smiled and touched his hand. There was a lot of sympathy for them, from having done the same thing with Paul. It was my own stupidity that got me punished for blowing him. Why was it called blowing when I sucked?

 

“Yea…thanks…Tina…I know…I can rely on you…how’s Paul…” Brian said, his body slumped as he physically relaxed, revealing he’d been anxious.

 

“He’s alright…we saw each other Friday…his parents were out…” I said, sharing a knowing smile.

 

“I’m glad…you two are together…he’s a nice guy…” Brian commented.

 

“Who’s the girl…” I cheekily asked, expecting to be introduced.

 

“You mean…my pet…” Brian laughed. The girl groaned and moaned something, I just realised, the girl had a collar around her neck and Brian held a leash. I was fascinated, the girl hadn’t moved from off the floor, or looked up.

 

“I can’t help it…I need to tell someone…don’t say a word about this…promise…” Brian spoke seriously.

 

“Sure…I promise…won’t tell a soul…” I sincerely spoke.

 

“Look at me…pet…do as you’re told…” Slapping the girls bottom with the leash, Brian said. He slapped her bottom with his hand this time, she looked up at Brian with a face full of fright and self-pity.

 

“Oh…my god…Miss Derby…” I spluttered, our teacher was on her hands and knees, held close to Brian by a leash. There was a fob of cum on her chin.

 

“She’s my pet-girl…aren’t you pet…” Brian demanded with a tug on the leash.

 

“Yes…master…” Miss Derby whimpered with shame; it was obvious she was in distress from me discovering their sordid secret. On the other hand, Brian was pleased to share that he’d conquered their teacher.

 

“Sit up and beg…pet…” Brian ordered, he flicked the leash against her bare bottom again, stirring her into action. Reluctantly she sat up on her haunches with her hands folded down, like a pup begging.

 

“Stroke her…she likes that…” Brian said, while stroking Miss Derby tummy. I did as I was told, being obedient seemed catching, I stroked Miss Derby hair while Brian petted her more intimately. Watching his big hands playing with Miss Derby’s breasts and pinching her nipples was fascinating. The look of fright on Miss Derby’s face was making me uncomfortable.

 

“It’s alright…err…pet…no one will find out your secret…I promise…” I sincerely promised. Of course, it wasn’t just that she was having sex with a student, it was being a pet-girl that was so humiliating. Being this nineteen-year-old boy’s pet-girl was degrading. As a teacher, she should have been in charge of both of us, but the authority of her position had vanished, never to return. Miss Derby murmured me thanks, I reassuringly smiled at her, while continuing to stroke Miss Derby’s long hair.

 

“She likes her tummy rubbed…” Brian hinted.

 

“You’ve a nice obedient pet…Brian…” I couldn’t help saying. Wanting to laugh from shock and the unusual situation, I only just held back. Telling him he’d a nice pet, sounded sarcastic to me, but they both seemed to take it well. I continued to stroke Miss Derby’s tummy and she started to relax.

 

“My pet is well trained…does as she is told…if not…she gets a spanking…or a whipping…if the errant behaviour continues…isn’t that right…pet…” Brian asked for confirmation, Miss Derby nodded her head, obviously too emotional to speak.

 

“Answer me…” Brian heavily demanded.

 

“Sorry…your pet-girl tries hard to be obedient…master…” Miss Derby answered.

 

“What’s her name…” I asked.

 

“Err…haven’t been able to decide yet…” Brian prevaricated.

 

“She’s a cute pet-girl…aren’t you pet…” I said with a condescending voice. Realising this was a teacher I was talking to, not a cute puppy, I bit my lip.

 

“I’m a cute pet-girl…” Miss Derby responded, after a sharp pull on her leash, I couldn’t help it. My hand was drawn to a breast as though it were magnetised, I cupped it, then squeezed it. A gentle massage found Miss Derby closing her eyes and humming. Brian had a hand between her legs, so maybe that was what enthralled Miss Derby so much, doing something so decedent to a teacher was exhilarating. I hoped that by joining in, showed I would keep their secret. Just knowing it gave me a buzz. I pinched an engorged nipple and cupped Miss Derby’s face in the other hand. Miss Derby’s eyes flickered open, from feeling the pain, I stared into her eyes and smiled.

 

“It’s alright…don’t worry…your secret is safe with me…” I whispered. I smiled at Brian, sharing an understanding, I rummaged through a set of draws, found a needle and thread and quickly sewed on the button. I again reassured the two of them and quietly left. I didn’t know whether to feel sorry for Miss Derby or simply laugh at her. So, this is what had happened in class last week, when Brian was teasing her. Thinking about how Miss Derby reacted, I realised he must have discovered Miss Derby’s dark secret. A collegeboy would enjoy enormously playing around with a teacher, having her pander to his sexual whims must be heaven for him. No wonder he was bursting to tell someone.

 

In class, Miss Derby sat at her desk with her head in a text book, of course, she was suspicious and frightened. I felt sorry for her, but decided to forget all about it as my own position was also fragile. An adult pretending to be a student in class and with a nineteen-year-old boyfriend it would be investigated at the very least. Miss Derby could hardly look at me, though as the afternoon wore on, she relaxed a little. She had obviously gained our respect, and behaved ourselves, keeping quiet and getting on with set work. On the way to the students parking section, I looked out for Miss Derby. As before, I caught sight of her getting into Brian’s car. Miss Derby had disappeared, so she must be lying down on the back seat.

 

“Where are you…miss daydreamer…” Paul asked me.

 

“Nothing…just thinking…that’s all…” I answered.

 

“That makes a lot of sense…so that’s all right then…” he teased me.

 

“Good…like…yea…” I murmured.

 

“I’ll pull over…and we’ll have sex on the back seat…” Paul said.

 

“Yea…like…alright…hey…No…” I sighed, protested, then smiled at him. “Maybe…” I relented.

 

“You with me now…” he seriously asked.

 

“Yea…have you ever thought about having a pet-girl…” I asked.

 

“Where did that come from…is that what you’ve been thinking about…” Paul asked.

 

“Sort of…I read about it over the weekend…” I lied.

 

“So…you want to be a pet-girl…” Paul asked, sounding mystified.

 

“No…I was wondering…if you’d ever thought about it…” I asked.

 

“No…don’t really know much about it…let’s go to lover’s point…don’t bother about going home…” Paul said.

 

“Not now we can’t…your parents are home…and Di is expecting me home on time…she’s taking me to get my new college uniform…she did get one at the weekend…but it’s too small…” I explained. Paul pulled into the driveway of an empty house for sale, I crossed my arms, determined not to give into his demands.

 

“Alright…we won’t go the whole way…we’ll just play around a little…” Paul promised. My breasts seemed to defy my determination; my nipples were trying to escape from the tight blouse. His hands cupped my breasts and smoothly massaged them, I was already feeling hot, from seeing Miss Derby naked and feeling her breasts; they weren’t as big as mine and the nipples were small, it made me feel superior and smug.

 

“Oh…that’s so nice…” I sighed. Without really knowing what I was doing, I unbuttoned the blouse and pulled the bra down. 

 

“Oh…yes…” I cried, a hand was kneading a breast, with the other gripping my crotch. What held my attention most of all was his lips sucking hard upon a nipple, I mewed and cried a little desperate sound. He found my clit emerging and rubbed it hard.

 

“Oh…God…yes…” I wailed over his shoulder. A slurping sucking sound over a breast sent shivers down my spine. Paul was only nineteen, yet he’d me ensnared in a trap of wonderful sensations. He could do anything he liked with me now, I was a mature woman but Paul was doing lovely things to me. I was his sexual plaything and I loved the notion. A sudden fear struck me, motivating me to action.

 

“Don’t edge me…Please…Paul…let me cum…don’t leave me on the edge this time…” I begged. His fingers played me so well. How did a mere boy know my sex so much better that I did?

 

“Uh…Uhhhh…Oowww…yes…don’t stop now…Paul…” I moaned. An orgasm rippled out from my tummy, my fingers and toes trembled. A silvery cloud misted my mind for a moment then cleared with fireworks exploding.

 

“Oh…God…that was so good…I needed that…you deserve it…you earned it…” I laughed, I slid down onto the floor of the car and made myself comfortable as could be, in a difficult position. I slapped his hand away from his fly, wanting to delve in for it myself. Why that was, I didn’t know. Looking up at him with puppy eyes, I sucked on the head of his cock. He looked at me as though in shock, it was half expected that his hair would stand on end, he avidly watched me push my lips over the end of his cock, then glide down its full length. The first time I tried this I did gag, a little, it was a surprise how quickly I overcome it. With some pride I was able to swallow his cock, I gripped up at him, with a mouthful of Paul’s cock. His eyes were closed with a look of delight on his face, it was tight in my throat, I could hold it just as tight with my vagina muscles. Yet, for some reason this seemed to turn him on more than anything, after receiving such a deep orgasm I owned him this. He was aware of something, for he was squeezing my breasts, as though milking them. A though resonated in my head, was this the reason my breasts were bigger? Maybe it wasn’t that the store’s sizes were smaller, or mislabelled, was it Paul mauling my breasts all the time, making then grow?

 

At that moment Paul reached his orgasm, he was deep into my throat when he spurted. At least I didn’t have to taste his semen, it was sometimes very salty and at others had an off flavour. I held still as long as I could, with him pumping cum directly into my belly; I laughed with the thought that he’d pumped my body with cum from both directions. The vibration of my laugh rippled over his highly sensitive cock, he moaned out loud in response. We laid back breathing heavily, knowing we’d to make a move was one thing, actually doing it was another.

 

“I needed that…let’s go…Di will be cross…if I don’t get home…” I pleaded.

 

****

 

My younger sister Tina was in a good mood and didn’t seem to notice I arrived sometime after the college bus had come and gone. We went straight to the store and changed the college uniform; a quick fitting established a need for a bra and blouse two sizes larger. There was no problem, as the sales clerk said, they are growing so quickly now.

 

Tina rubbed it in that I was a fast-growing teen. “I’ve to watch her with the boys…” Tina said.

 

“Di…I’m not a slut…” I whispered.

 

“You’ve got to be careful these days…they are so free…what with the pill being easily available…with her figure it will attract boys like flies…” the woman agreed with Tina. I was used to these indignities, being talked about as though I weren’t there was common. Thinking back, I’d to admit to doing the same to Tina. Never again, my younger sister was discussing my breasts with a stranger.

 

“I don’t want to worry you…but boys can do that to a girl…” the clerk warned.

 

“What do you mean…” Tina asked, looking amused. My attention was caught now, in the past week or so, I’d put on weight, but only in my bust. 

 

“In class she is surrounded by boys…and their hormones…it can stimulate her female hormones…if a boyfriend fondles them…while her hormones are over active…her breasts will flower…” the clerk said sounding confident.

 

“I see…has a boy been stimulating your breasts…” Tina my younger sister asked.

 

“Di…” I complained, with a face colouring a deep shade of red. As we walked away, Tina laughed. I wasn’t so sure, starting into a mirror on the way out I wondered if Paul had done this to me. He was an avid fan of my breasts, often mauling them and sucking them. Damn! Friday evening the twins had spent a lit of time on my breasts, each of them taking one to suck and fondle.

 

“Come on…don’t dawdle…girl…” Tina told me. This was going to be embarrassing, for us both. An appointment had been made for me with a new doctor. Tina was taking me there to be put on the pill. Of course, Tina didn’t want a college boy screw me. I was embarrassed to be examined by a male doctor, while being treated like a teen, he put me at my ease as best he could. Thankfully he didn’t seem to notice he was dealing with a mature woman. He was through and professional, so I was thankful for that. With a prescription in hand we went to a pharmacy. Tina thought it a great joke that she’d taken her elder sister to a doctor, to be put on the pill. More and more aspect of my life was being controlled by her. Though at the same time, Tina felt good about looking after me, I felt my life being taken over of being controlled and had the feeling of being forced to remain a collegegirl. On the drive home it dawned upon me what had happened to me, it was more serious than getting prescription for a contraceptive pill. I’d been registered with a doctor as a nineteen-year-old girl. Yet again I felt pressurised into regressing back to a teen. In college, with the neighbours and now in a medical practice, I was accepted as a collegegirl. What was next?

 

Tina took a good look at the way I presented myself, I’d become shy and diffident and behaved just like an awkward teenager. Gone was the adult woman and elder sister. Had she done this to me? Spanking me had certainly pushed me further into the role of collegegirl. I no longer seemed to be playing at it, I was in the role all day, every day.

 

“Best get an early night…girl…” Tina said.

 

“Oh…Di…it’s too early…” I complained.

 

“Do as you’re told…or I’ll spank you for disobedience…then you’ll do it…” Tina warned.

 

“Alright…you win…goodnight…” I said and kissed her cheek. Tina waited for the bathroom sounds to end, then entered the girly bedroom. I’d been moved into the spare bedroom, out of the master bedroom. It was to protect our new roles.

 

“The pyjamas are cute…some hot chocolate…” Tina asked. I looked at my younger sister Tina, to see if she was being sarcastic. The pyjamas were more suitable for a twelve-year-old. Teddy bear decorated the short cotton baby-doll, the matching pastel pink panties also had teddy bears on them. Tina was right, they were cute.

 

“Sorry if I went heavy on you…here…I bought you this…” Tina said and passed me a teddy bear, it had a pink bandana around its neck and when squeezed it said ‘I wove ooo…’

 

“Thanks…it’s lovely and cuddly…” I smiled. To keep Tina happy, I got into bed and cuddled the bear; pulling it close to a breast reminded me how much they have grown. Again, I worried over my breasts, they were sticking out large, enough to shorten the top around my hips. Sipping the hot chocolate, I decided to hell with it. Why worry about anything, elders were the ones to worry, weren’t they? There was nothing I could do about anything, so decided to just let things happen. I was officially on the pill now, so that was something not to worry over.

 

Tina had made sure I wasn’t going to disturb her; the phone rang and she waited to pick it up. As much as she wanted to snatch at it, she waited. Picking it up, she tried to sound casual and said “Hi Charley…nice to hear from you…”

 

They had a nice, getting-to-know-you conversation, when she put the phone down her heart rate was up. Looking into my bedroom, she was surprised at the scene, I was cuddling the teddy bear, looking sweet and cuddly like an innocent little girl. It was tempting to stick my thumb in my mouth and take a photo, it would look great on face-book and her friends would think so too.  

 

Getting ready for college was the usual routine, I was glad to have a uniform that fit, at last. The boys had been too interested in my breasts, making me feel self-conscious. Maybe that woman in the store was right. If so, I’d better not let Paul loose on my breasts from now on, there were the usual put downs from teachers and students, which I’d become used to. It was pleasing that my breasts were less noticeable and not remarked upon so much by boys.

 

“Thanks for yesterday…that was just so good…” Paul grinned at me.

 

“For me too…you were pretty good…I think I’ll keep you as my boyfriend…” I said seriously, though with a devilish glint in my eye. I didn’t see him at lunch time, as I met Carol instead.

 

“That bitch Beety has ditched her latest boyfriend…” Carol said.

 

“Why is she a bitch…you always say that about her…” I said.

 

“The bitch stole my boyfriend…a couple of weeks ago…we’d a fight in college…that’s how I got into that damn class…at least I met you…so that’s something…” Carol smiled.

 

“I’m glad we met…you’re a good friend…” I told her.

 

“What happened to your tits…” Carol asked.

 

“Like…at last…I got a new uniform…the bra fits better too…” I said.

 

“I noticed the new uniform…why did you need a bigger bra…” Carol asked.

 

“Come on…didn’t you notice my tits hanging out…” I said, and we both laughed.

 

“You wouldn’t complain about them…if you didn’t have any…poor Rachel keep being told to wait…and be patient…” Carol pointed out. Miss Derby went missing again at lunchtime and I wondered what they were getting up to. At least Miss Derby was less embarrassed with me in class, as we settled down to speak to each other as though nothing happened. After college Paul gave me a lift home as usual, he’d to be at the dentist, so he dropped me off, with just a quick kiss. On the drive home, I wondered where Brian was taking Miss Derby, what was he doing with her. After catching them together at college, I felt a part of it and found it exciting in a weird sort of way.

*****End Of Chapter 24*****