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   This story is of an erotic nature.

   I wouldn't dream of telling you what you can or can't read but if the
law, in your part of the world, says you must not read this sort of fiction
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------- Dare You by Duke of Ramus

   A Piece of my Imagination

  
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   Disclaimer

   This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places and
incidents are products of the author's imagination or are used
fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons,
living or dead is entirely coincidental

   (C) 2009 Duke of Ramus.  All rights reserved.

   ---oOo---

   Thanks

   A story like this is not created in a vacuum, people knowingly or
otherwise contribute to it and aid the author in getting ideas down on
paper (or a computer screen).  For many a mention like this at the end of a
story is the only thanks they get.  That being the case I would be remiss
if I didn't mention two people in particular who have helped me with this
work.  The first is Mulligan who has, throughout the writing of this story,
offered comments and suggestions that have been inspirational at times and
always helpful.  The second is Steve T who took my somewhat lackadaisical
prose and turned it into the finished article you have just read.  In both
cases I offer my heartfelt thanks.  As always any errors that remain are of
course mine and in no way reflect on their efforts on my behalf.

   ---oOo--- Chapter 1

   "Come on, Kirsty, get in here quick before someone sees us."

   "Natasha!" exclaimed Kirsty as she scurried after her flamboyant friend.
"God!  What is this place?" she asked moments later.

   "It's something to do with the cricket club," replied Natasha, "but it's
not used much anymore."

   "What's that smell?"

   "Probably piss," said Natasha, "You know what boys are like when they
get caught short."

   "You should talk," responded her friend.

   "Yeah, I suppose I can," was the giggle-laden reply.

   "So what have you dragged me in here for?" asked Kirsty.

   "Mom's given us a dare," declared Natasha.

   "A dare!" exclaimed Kirsty, "but..."

   "Well, you were the one that said you wanted to do something different,"
said Natasha.

   "I know," replied Kirsty sounding very doubtful, "but today?"

   "Kirsty!" exclaimed Natasha in response.

   "I know," Kirsty said, "And I agree with everything you and your mom
said, it's just that..."

   Natasha stood there silently and waited for Kirsty to make up her mind.

   "All right," said the second girl eventually.  "What have we got to do?"

   Natasha held up a piece of paper, opened it and began reading out loud,
"Your dare for today is to take off your panties and spend the rest of the
day naked under your skirts."

   Kirsty gasped and Natasha giggled.

   "That is soooo childish," said Kirsty.

   "True," agreed Natasha, "But you've got to admit, it'll be soooo much
fun."

   "OK," sighed Kirsty, "I'll do it, but you go first."

   "Scaredee cat," said Natasha before she took a step deeper into the
gloom provided by the shelter.  "Keep a lookout out for me."

   Kirsty glanced outside, "Go on, there's no one about."

   Slowly Natasha drew the uniform skirt up until she could get her fingers
into her panties and then, with a bit of a wiggle she lowered them to her
knees.  She stood upright and rocked her legs from side to side until the
plain white underwear she'd been wearing dropped to her ankles.  She
stepped clear and then used the toe of her black shoe to flick the discard
knickers into the air and deftly caught them, the action just happening to
flash her pussy to her friend.

   "Your turn," she said breathlessly looking at the red-faced Kirsty.

   Kirsty took a deep breath, "Swap places then," she said, "and make sure
no one is coming," she added firmly.

   Kirsty moved back into the shadows and Natasha took her place in the
opening.  Just like Kirsty had done she took a quick look around outside,
"Go on, it's all clear."

   Kirsty slipped her hands under her skirt and pushed her panties down to
her ankles, carefully bending her legs to minimise any chance of exposure.
She picked up her warm underwear and screwed it up into a ball and moved
towards the light.

   "Oh, that feels strange," she said before glancing at the screwed up
panties in her hand.  "What do we do with these?"

   "I suppose we could stick them in a pocket until we get to our lockers,"
said Natasha looking at her own panties.  Her face lit up, "I know, let's
leave them here.  You never know, some boy may find them and come looking
for their owner."

   Kirsty snorted, "Yeah and he'd spend the rest of the day wandering
around school trying to see up all the girls' skirts."

   "Or get turned on by the notion that there are a couple of naked pussies
out there," said Natasha.  "He'd probably spend all his time in the toilets
jacking off!"

   "Natasha!"

   "Well it's true," said Natasha.  "You never know," she continued, "Maybe
Mr.  Jarvis will find those and recognise that they were yours."

   "Stop it," whined Kirsty, "It's going to be bad enough sitting in his
class with my tush uncovered without you making it wet before I even get
there."

   "I could always give you a...."

   "No!"

   Natasha giggled, "We haven't got time anyway, come on, let's get back to
class before we get in trouble."

   She dropped her knickers onto the bench that ran all around the inside
of the building and stepped outside.  Kirsty looked at her friend's panties
and blushed but reached out and placed hers on a nail that was sticking out
of the woodwork next to the entrance.

   Giggling the two girls dashed off leaving their telltale underwear
behind.

   ---oOo--

   Just how lucky can a guy be?

   With that question rebounding around my head I rose to my feet and
slowly walked around the green painted wooden shelter I'd been resting
against.

   I'd better explain what I was doing here before I go any further.  I do
a paper delivery round in the morning before school, it doesn't pay a lot
but I've been doing it since I was thirteen and have just carried on.  I
finish the round about twenty minutes before I would need to leave home to
reach school so I tend to get here early.  Leaning against the shelter and
reading my schoolbooks is a good way to pass the time when it's warm, like
today.  When it rains I go inside the shelter, so you can see, I wasn't
here to spy on anyone.

   I could just see the two girls disappearing into the distance as I got
to the opening.  Even now I could hardly believe what I'd just heard but,
as I entered the darkened building, my eyes were drawn to the scrap of
material hanging at eye level.

   I reached out and grasped the still warm knickers and unhooked them.  I
sat down and took a deep breath, by my side I could just make out the
second pair of panties.

   As my eyes got used to the light conditions I could see that both pairs
were simple white cotton knickers.  There was nothing special about them
other than the fact that two minutes ago they'd been gracing the nether
regions of a couple of girls, a couple of very pretty girls at that.

   I took another deep breath and tried to steady my racing heart.  Let's
be honest here, I'm a bit of a nerd.  I do well in school because I put the
effort in, unlike some people.  I represent the school at cross-country and
I like skiing so I'm not a total dweeb but I'm not one of the in-crowd
either.

   My first instinct was to chase after the girls and try to get a look up
their skirts, a task that shouldn't be too hard given the uniform they were
wearing.  To the joy of most of us red-blooded males the school had
insisted that the school uniform be worn by all, including the sixth form.
I hadn't been bothered but a lot of people had and had started ranting and
raving about how you couldn't treat grown-ups in that manner, the fact that
seventeen and eighteen year-olds were behaving like ten year-olds passed
them by.  A few of them had gone so far as to move to the local Sixth-form
College rather than stay here.  Personally I thought that was a mistake,
you only had to look at their published performance records to know that
you had a much better chance if you remained here in our school.

   Anyway, the insistence that everyone here wear the uniform meant that
the girls were forced to wear a plain grey skirt and white blouse with
either tights or white socks.  Like the boys, the girls got to wear a dark
grey blazer.  The boy's uniform included grey trousers and a blue and grey
striped tie.  Not the sort of thing that anyone with any fashion sense
wanted to be seen out in.

   Most of the sixth-form girls had taken to wearing the skirt as short as
they could get away this year, an action that I hadn't objected to in the
slightest.  The sight of the seventeen and eighteen year-old girls moving
around school in mini-skirts was a vast improvement over last year's fad
that had everyone female wearing skirts that were down to their ankles.

   The two girls I'd been listening to were in my upper-sixth class and,
I'll admit, in the top ten percent looks-wise of the whole school.  Natasha
was a blond with a very outgoing personality; she was one of the leaders
and could always be relied upon to liven up any event.

   Kirsty was a brunette who could best be described as inhibited.  With
her feather-cut mane and big boobs you'd expect her to be a right little
raver but she wasn't, just the opposite in fact.  She had a brain and could
use it, though she tried to hide the fact and blend into the background.

   Thinking of the two girls got me back onto what they'd just done.

   I don't suppose there was anything truly spectacular about the dare, but
Natasha's mother had given it and that was what made it something else.

   I mean, what sort of mother dares her daughter to go to school without
her knickers?

   I'd seen Natasha's mother; she picked her daughter up after school
everyday in their Nissan Trailblazer.  She was not a bad looking woman for
someone who had to be in her thirties.  She had the same blond hair as her
daughter, just a little longer.  The reason I'd noticed her was because she
always seemed to wear a dress or a skirt and with her long legs, the view
was a thing to remember.

   It was only when I realised that I was rubbing the panties under my nose
that I snapped out of my haze.  I jumped to my feet and stuffed both pairs
of panties into my pocket.  I grabbed my school bag and headed off for my
homeroom, I was already late but it was not something I was going to worry
about just now.

   As I strode towards the school buildings I got to thinking about girls
and dares and a question popped into my mind.

   Just how far would a girl go if she were dared?

   ---oOo--

   I was sat in the canteen drinking a fresh orange juice when I nearly
choked, my hand was pouring juice into my mouth but my throat forgot to
swallow.  As I spluttered those seated around me gave me evil looks and
moved out of the danger zone.

   "Hey!" snapped Andy, my one true friend, "What the hell happened there."

   "Went down the wrong way," I gasped but that was lie.  I'd just had a
thought and it was so silly it had distracted me completely.

   The panties I'd got stashed away in my pocket were as plain as it was
possible to get.  Surely two pretty girls like Natasha and Kirsty would
have something sexier than that?  And what about Natasha's mother, was she
up for the sort of dare she'd pulled on her daughter?

   I had to find out.

   I cleaned up the mess I'd created as Andy continued to bend my ear but I
wasn't really listening to him; my thoughts were elsewhere.

   "I'm off to the library," I said and waved bye to Andy, "at least it'll
be quiet there."

   He flipped me off but we were both laughing as I headed for the exit.

   Finding a free machine wasn't hard; most of the kids didn't want to work
through their lunch period.  I flexed my fingers as though I was a composer
and started bashing away at the keys.  Half a dozen attempts later I had a
simple message that I printed out.

   'I dare you both to wear sexy knickers to school, wear them all day and
then leave them in the same place that you left your plain white panties
today.'

   I nodded my head in satisfaction, that should do it, concise but
unequivocal.

   Under that simple sentence was a postscript that read, 'PS, your mum can
do the same if she wants.'

   The postscript was more hopeful than anything else, but 'you don't win
if you ain't in' as the saying goes and I was definitely all in for this
game.  I printed off two copies and carefully folded them in half.

   Slipping a copy into each of the girl's lockers was the work of moments
and then I legged it.  I'm surprised no one stopped me the way I was
grinning like an idiot.

   The rest of the afternoon passed peacefully enough though I was tempted
to flip the girl's skirts every time I saw them.

   When school kicked us out for the day I was off like a shot, I wanted to
be in position for when the girls left school.

   It was only when I was sat on the wall that ran around the front of the
school that I realised that I'd put the same PS on the bottom of Kirsty's
note as I had on Natasha's.  I slapped my head, how could I be so stupid?
Her mother didn't have anything to do with the dares and that slip could
blow the whole thing.

   I didn't have time to worry about the slip though, as the two girls
appeared side-by-side.  They started across the yard towards the group of
waiting parents, each of them clutching the other's arm and looking around
nervously.  A gentle breeze was stirring and causing their skirts to
flutter a little, I prayed for a stronger gust but my prayers went
unanswered.

   Natasha thrust a piece of paper into her mother's hand without a word,
from the way she was handling it I guessed it was my note to her.

   Her mother looked puzzled and then read the note, it didn't take long
but as she did her tanned face turned pale.  She looked around like the
girls had done but I was looking elsewhere when her eyes passed over my
location.

   By the time my eyes returned to them they were huddled together ignoring
what was going on around them, their heads close together in deep
conversation.  After a couple of minutes and several attempts to catch
someone staring at them they gave up and the girls climbed into the back of
the SUV, with a final look around Natasha's mother followed them into the
vehicle and drove away.

   I sat there for another five minutes after they'd gone, allowing an
erection that I hadn't noticed forming have some time to subside.

   Tomorrow really was going to be an interesting day at school.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 2

   I didn't sleep much that night and, yes, I did drain the snake a couple
of times but I know from experience that given half a chance it wouldn't
hold me back the next day.

   More by luck than judgement my day ended with a study period, now
normally I'd have been in the library like a good little nerd but today I
had more important things to take care of.  Initially I'd thought of
getting up close and having a ringside seat for whatever was going to
happen but common sense prevailed and I took up a position overlooking the
shelter.

   On the far side of the pitch from the shelter was an old wooden pavilion
that must have been built around the same time as the shelter, probably
during the dark ages.  Like the shelter it was made of wood and was painted
green and like the shelter it had fallen out of use.

   A new brick pavilion with proper changing facilities and a clubhouse had
been built a couple of years ago and, because of this; the old pavilion had
become a storeroom for the excess cricket equipment.  After a couple of
nuisance break-ins the equipment stored there had been moved to a more
secure storeroom and the old place had been left to rot.

   I'd found a way into it last year when I'd been looking for a place to
hole up in when it was wet.  It was too much hassle to clamber into the
place on a regular basis so I'd just used the shelter but now I was
prepared to make the effort.  Slipping around the back of the building
carrying my overly full schoolbag I slipped up onto the outhouse roof and
then prised open the loose boards covering an upstairs window.

   You had to watch out for the odd nail as you entered the place and it
was pretty dark as most of the windows were boarded up but it was mostly
dry and I was unlikely to be spotted from the other side of the pitch.

   Was I prepared for what was to come?  You bet I was.

   I'd 'borrowed' my dad's camera, a Canon EOS 1D with all the bits and
pieces that had cost him a couple of grand second-hand.  That was a year
ago and after a month of frantic use it had been pushed in the cupboard
with all his other toys and he'd moved onto a huge train set that he was
building in the garden shed.  That was my dad for you, impulsive and
quickly distracted, it was a good job he was well paid or his constant
changing of hobbies would have bankrupt the family.

   As often happened I was the beneficiary of my dad's excesses, in this
case it was in the form of a 35-350mm professional quality lens for 'his'
top of the range camera.

   That big lens appeared to drag the insides of the shelter across the
pitch and place it outside my hideaway.  The only problem was that things
were a bit dark for taking clear pictures without using a flash, something
I didn't want to do and anyway the flash with the camera wasn't powerful
enough to illuminate something that far away.

   Any pictures I was able to get would be blurred unless the people were
totally still, something that didn't normally happen unless someone was
asked to hold a pose.

   I got all of the bits for the camera out of my bag and laid them down
carefully, the lens was already fitted so I didn't have to fiddle with
that. I checked to see that the battery was fully charged, it was and that
wasn't a surprise as I'd had it hooked up to its charger all night.  The
memory card was a four-gigabyte model and I'd formatted it last night so I
knew there was plenty of room on it.

   Fastening the camera to the tripod took seconds and then I positioned it
so that I could see the shelter through a gap I'd created in the cover over
one of the windows.  After staring at the place for a couple of minutes I
tried to relax.

   Waiting for something to happen really was hard on the nerves, I wanted
to go outside and see if I could spot any sign of them.  Fortunately my
brain was still in charge and told me that this was a bad idea, but that
didn't settle my nerves down or stop my heart from pounding.

   The time when school let out arrived and I was kneeling behind the
camera, my knees aching already.  If I was going to do anything like this
again I was going to have to find a more comfortable position to do it
from. There was movement across the way but it was just people using the
pitch as a short cut to get home.

   Ten minutes after the last bell I was twisting around trying to get
comfortable and there was still no sign of Natasha and Kirsty.

   Had they decided not to play?

   A realisation came over me as I battled the cramp that was creeping into
my muscles that I hadn't specified what day the dare was for, had I fucked
up so simply?

   Shit!

   ---oOo--

   In the end it was just like one of those cliff-hangers that you get on
television.

   I'd just decided that I'd got it wrong and no one was going to show up
and took my eye away from the camera's viewfinder.  That's right, I
preferred to use the mark-one eyeball instead of the pretty little screen
to observe with.

   A quick twist of the thumbscrew and the camera was off its mount and I
took another wistful glance outside.

   Someone was coming; I could see people moving towards the shelter.  Was
it the girls?

   I rushed to get the camera back on the tripod and nearly dropped the
bloody thing in my panic.  I managed to slow down and the two pieces went
together as the manufacturer had intended.

   Looking through the camera I swung it as far as the gap in the panelling
would allow and had to wait a moment until four people came into view.

   Four!

   I screwed up my face as I tried to identify the people walking across
the grass.  The two girls were easy, Natasha and Kirsty.  That meant that
one of the others should be Natasha's mom, it was.

   So who was the fourth?

   Uhmm, mid to late thirties with dark hair and judging by the way they
jiggled as she walked she had a pretty impressive rack.  It wasn't anybody
I recognised from school that's for sure.

   Could it be Kirsty's mum?

   There was some similarity in their appearance.  I couldn't recall seeing
her before but that didn't mean anything, as I'm not the most observant of
people.  I continued to ponder the issue as the group approached the
shelter, they seemed amused at something and all of them kept looking
around.

   As soon as they reached the green painted wreck of a building the
younger girls shot inside and the women took up positions just inside of
the opening, acting as lookouts.

   Deep inside the shadows I could just make out the girls lifting their
skirts and pulling down their knickers.

   I was clicking away on the camera button, letting it do its own thing.
Hopefully it was smart enough to juggle the light and focus issues and give
me some decent pictures.  I was too busy watching the real thing to worry
about what the camera was up to.

   My mouth went dry as the two girls stepped forward, Natasha smoothing
down her skirt as she did so.  Kirsty looked flushed even from this far
away, I bet she was doing this under pressure from Natasha.

   The two women allowed the girls to replace them as lookouts and stepped
back into the room.  Natasha's mom didn't go far, a couple of steps at the
most and I could still see her clearly.

   My hardon was throbbing and my mouth was getting even more desert like
as I watched Natasha's mom drop her denim skirt to the ground, she said
something and Natasha looked back.  I couldn't hear what Natasha said but
it must have been something like 'Mother!' as she watched her mother rub
the front of her knickers against her pussy before pushing them down to her
ankles.

   I had to take a deep breath and look for the other woman before I
exploded with lust.  God!  I was so turned on watching this.

   The other woman, I'd decided it had to be Kirsty's mom, had already
removed her knickers and was standing there with them clutched in her hand.


   Natasha's mom pulled her skirt back up and fastened it before waving
everyone out of the shelter.  As each of them passed the opening they
dropped their knickers just inside the door.  Well, all except Natasha's
mom who flapped her knickers in both hands as though she was putting out
the washing and then hung them on a nail in the doorframe.

   The four of them linked arms and walked away, giggling like a bunch of
schoolgirls, which I suppose two of them were.

   ---oOo--

   I sat there and stared across the pitch, blinking as I tried to figure
out what to do next.  The women had disappeared back towards the school and
there was no one else in sight.

   How long should I wait?

   If I were being really cautious I'd have waited until it was dark but my
hormones wouldn't let me wait that long.

   At least I had the sense to follow the same route as those taking the
short cut home when I climbed out of the pavilion.  That way nobody should
be able to associate me with anything found in the shelter if it was
discovered before I got there.

   I took the long way round to the front of the school and then ambled
through the grounds as though I owned the place.  The library was open
until six so if anyone stopped me I'd tell them I'd been studying late and
was now making my way home.  Any other day and there was a good chance I'd
have been telling the truth.

   There had been no sign of Natasha's mom's car so I assumed they'd gone
home.  That didn't stop me from keeping a careful eye out for anyone
watching the shelter as I approached.

   The knickers hanging on the doorframe were swaying in the breeze; anyone
crossing the field would have seen them.  I took a deep breath and scurried
over, that's right scurried, there was no other way of describing the way I
moved.

   I stepped into the shelter and looked around, the other knickers were in
a small pile on the bench right next to the opening.  I picked them all up
and tried to decide whose was whose.  The black high-cut pair had to have
been Kirsty's mom's, they were on the top and they were bigger than the
other two pairs.

   The other two pairs were almost identical except for colour.  Tanga
briefs with frilly lace around the openings.  The pink pair was inside out
and I could see a stain in the gusset.

   Oh god, what sort of pervert was I becoming?

   I turned the pink ones to the right way and fingered the silk; it felt
so sensual, I couldn't decide whether they belonged to Kirsty or Natasha
but it didn't seem that important a question just then.

   I slipped all three pairs of knickers that had been on the bench into my
pocket and reached for Natasha's mom's knickers.

   As I pulled them off the nail an envelope fluttered to the floor, it
must have been inside them and I hadn't noticed.  I looked around but
couldn't see anyone.  I retrieved the envelope and stuffed it into my
jacket pocket along with the last pair of knickers.

   That envelope had unnerved me and I legged it across the field, my
schoolbag bouncing at my side.

   What did the letter say?

   Was it a threat of some kind?

   Was I in trouble?

   I couldn't wait to find out but not out here in the open, I needed to
find somewhere private and sit down before I opened this letter.  I headed
for home as fast as I could.

   ---oOo--

   Mom was home when I got there and I gave her a peck on the cheek as I
usually did.  I dumped my bag in the hallway and followed her into the
kitchen.  She asked me how my day had gone and I told her all about it,
again as usual.  Mom always enquired about what I'd done and checked to see
if there was anything that needed to be done before the following day. 
She'd started this as soon as I'd gone to school on my own and things
hadn't changed since.

   As soon as I could get away I retrieved my bag and headed for my
bedroom.

   I changed out of my uniform and into a comfortable pair of jeans and an
old sweatshirt.

   Glancing at the door to make sure it was shut I laid out the four pairs
of knickers I'd recovered from the shelter on my bed and dropped the
envelope next to them.  I was tempted to rip open the letter immediately
but I wanted to cover my tracks first so I removed the memory card from the
camera and tossed in next to my computer.

   It was replaced by a blank one of mine that I'd formatted twice and then
I returned the camera to its home in the cupboard, the last thing I wanted
just now was for my dad to start asking difficult questions.  Things like
'what had I been taking pictures of'?

   Back in my bedroom I looked at the envelope, staring at it as though it
was a snake.  I shrugged; staring at the thing wasn't going to get my
questions answered.

   I carefully opened the envelope and extracted the single sheet of paper.
The note was in a very neat script:

   Hello,

   There are two ways that we can view what has happened here today.  The
first is that we responded to an implied threat and did as you bid because
of that.  If that is what you believe then you should know that if you ever
attempted to make good on that threat I would not be happy and would have
to take steps to ensure that it didn't happen again.

   The other option is that you are someone out for a little bit of fun who
caught us playing a game and who now wants to join in.  If that's the case,
and we hope that it is, then I'm sure we can come to an understanding and
play together for our mutual enjoyment.

   If you'd like to talk about this matter than call me after seven this
evening on 555 321321

   Helen

   I stared at the note in a state of shock.  Clearly Natasha's mom, Helen,
didn't think I was a threat regardless of what she'd written in the first
part of the note.  If she'd thought I was threatening her then she'd never
have appeared at the shelter.  The knickers they'd left indicated that they
were looking for a bit of fun.

   So that meant that the second part of the note was the important part.

   I lay back on my bed, surrounded by women's knickers and a note
promising interesting times ahead.

   Fishing my prick out of my trousers I continued to contemplate what was
going to happen in the future, the memory card with its potentially
embarrassing pictures lay next to the computer, totally ignored.

   My imagination was a much more powerful stimulus than any old pictures
could possibly be.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 3

   Tea at my house was a quiet affair; something my mum had striven to
achieve.  She insisted that we eat as a family at the dining table and
always prepared a good, wholesome meal with dessert.  Dad moaned as usual
about the dessert and how it was affecting his figure but still polished
off his portion promptly.  I didn't have any problems with eating what was
put in front of me.

   After the meal I dumped the dishes in the dishwasher and cleared away
the rest of the waste from the kitchen before being excused.  Normally I
would head for my bedroom and finish off any homework I had but tonight I
headed for my bedroom knowing I had other preparations to make.

   Using my phone or the house phone was out; I didn't want to give away my
identity that easily.  Getting around that obstacle was simple enough. 
When I'd received my new cell phone it had included a pay-as-you-go SIM
card with a few credits on it.  I still had my old cell phone so sticking
the two together gave me an unused phone as far as the outside world was
concerned.

   I slung my old phone on charge and turned my attention to the pictures
I'd taken.

   It didn't take long to copy them from the memory card and into the
computer and not much longer to email them to my Hotmail account for
safekeeping.  Moving the folder containing the files from the 'my pictures'
folder was a sensible precaution against them being discovered
accidentally. I didn't believe that my mom or dad checked up on my computer
usage but it was better to be safe than sorry.

   After making sure that everything was out of the way I opened each of
the pictures with Paintshop Pro.  The screen displayed a series of dark
images that revealed very little, light-coloured blobs on a very dark
background.  Clicking on Adjust, One Step Photo Fix produced something that
was much more presentable.  It had a bad colour cast but it was now easy to
tell who the people were and what they were doing.

   Working through all of the pictures took a little time and there were
still one or two that I could do nothing with, but I ended up with a dozen
pictures that would have graced any voyeur site on the net.  Cutting and
cropping allowed me to create an image of each of the women in a
compromising position.  I printed each one out on good quality photo paper
and spent a couple of minutes admiring them.

   The one of Helen with her skirt and knickers around her ankles was
particularly good in my opinion.  A smile crossed my face as I toyed with
the idea of sending her a copy.

   The smile changed to a frown, how would I send her a copy?  Snail mail
was an option but I'd been thinking of using email and for that I required
an email address for Helen and an account of my own that I could use that
wouldn't reveal who I was.

   Back to the computer and off to the Google website to create a gmail
account.

   Hmmm, a name was needed.  I wasn't going to use my own name that's for
sure.  The book I was reading caught my eye, 'Red Storm Rising by Tom
Clancy'.  That would do nicely.

   'Rising Tom' it was.

   I sat back and stretched, was there anything else I needed to do?

   Nothing that I could think of.

   I glanced at the clock, seven o'clock just gone.

   Well there was no time like the present I thought as I reached for my
now anonymous mobile phone.

   ---oOo--

   As I punched the number I'd been given into my phone I noticed that my
hand was clammy.  I let out my breath slowly and hit the green dial button.

   The ringing tone came through clearly and I held my breath, who was
going to answer?

   "Hello," said a woman's voice in my ear.

   "Good evening," I responded, "You, err, left me a note to call you."

   "Oh," said the voice in surprise, "I take it that you are the person who
dared my daughter?"

   "I am if your daughter is Natasha Young," I responded.

   "She is," replied Helen.  "Do you have a name?"

   "I do, but you can call me `Tom' for now."

   "Well, Tom, as I spelt out in my note," she said, "there are two
options. Which one is it going to be, trouble or fun?"

   "Oh, fun," I replied carelessly, "Why would I want to cause such a
beautiful woman as yourself any trouble?"

   "I'm glad of that but you don't need to try smooth-talking me," she
said. "I'm up for as much fun as I can get."

   Now that sounded promising.

   "So what is it you want us to do?" she asked.

   "It's not so much what I want you to do but what do you want to do and
how can I help?" I replied.  I wanted to find out what they wanted and just
how far they were willing to go.  Whatever the limits were I was going to
comply with them.

   "I was thinking that maybe you could come up with a few dares for us to
do?" said Helen.

   "That is something I could do but what limits would there be?" I asked,
still trying to find those limits.

   I heard a sigh clearly before Helen answered, "I suppose there have to
be limits," she said.  "Let's keep it to things that are potentially
embarrassing.  If we find that things are going well we can always change
the rules."

   "That's a good starting point but tell me, what am I going to get out of
this?" I asked.  I knew what I expected but let's see if they could suggest
something different.

   "Well, you will know where these events are going to take place," she
replied.  "You'll know the time as well so there will be no chance of you
missing our, uhmm, exposure.  I'm sure you will be more than happy to be
there and watch."

   "That does sound like fun," I agreed.  "Let's try out a few dares and
see how we get on."

   After a moment I added, "If all of us don't enjoy what we are doing then
we'll pack it in."

   "That's very magnanimous of you, Tom, but I have to give you a warning
first," she said.

   "You do?" I asked in surprise.

   "I do," she said seriously, "though I hope it's not going to be
necessary to carry through on it.  I can tell from your voice that you are
quite young, which I am taking to mean that you are at the same school as
Natasha and Kirsty."

   "Uh umm," I murmured noncommittally.

   "Nothing that happens between us is to jeopardise my daughter's
education or reputation and that goes for Kirsty as well," she said.  "Do
you understand?"

   Jeopardise Natasha's reputation!

   I nearly spluttered down the phone, I could publish full frontal nudes
of her and that wouldn't put her reputation in jeopardy but I thought
better of saying anything like that, not to her mother.

   "I've no intention of hurting anyone," I said, "So if anything
concerning what we are doing becomes public knowledge it won't be because
of me.  Is that good enough?"

   "Fair enough, Tom," said Helen.  "Now have you any idea what you'd like
us to do first?"

   ---oOo--

   I grinned, partially in relief; this was something I'd given a lot of
thought to.  I'd wanted to be prepared just in case the promise in Helen's
note had been for real.  I'd been involved in a few truth or dare parties
at one time or another so the idea of a dare was easy enough but what could
we do for forfeits?

   Let's see if the dare I'd come up with would be acceptable first, we
could deal with forfeits later.

   "I take it that flashing your boobs in a public place would be the sort
of thing that you are looking for?" I asked.

   "Possibly," replied Helen, "but I don't think we'd be doing it on the
high street at noon."

   I chuckled, "How about through a window in the evening?" I asked.

   "I take it you have a particular window in mind?" she asked.

   "I do," I replied.  "Are you familiar with the McDonalds on Bond Street,
opposite the multi-storey car park?"

   "Yes," came the slow reply.

   "The place is pretty quiet on Wednesdays, especially about eight
o'clock," I waited for Helen to say something but she remained silent. 
"The upstairs is almost certain to be empty so the dare is for all of you
to go there and, one at a time, flash through the window."

   The phone remained silent but I waited, it wasn't my turn to say
anything.

   "I take it that you'll be watching the window from the car park?" she
asked.

   "That does seem to be a reasonable assumption," I replied, "but there
might be other people watching as well."

   "One moment," she said and things went very quiet.  I blinked in
confusion, what was happening now?

   "Tom?"

   "Yes."

   "We agree," she said.

   "I look forward to seeing you," I replied hoping she'd catch the double
entendre.  I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself.

   "I'm sure you do," said Helen her voice letting me know that she'd
caught my pun.

   "One other thing," I said before she could end the call.

   "Yes?" she asked.

   "What is the forfeit if you fail?"

   "Forfeit?"

   "Yes," I said, "There's always a forfeit for failing a dare."

   "I don't know," she said, "what did you have in mind?"

   "Nothing," I replied honestly.  "The forfeit has to be something that
you don't want to do but know that you can if you want to avoid something
worse.  It also has to be something that the rest of you will make sure is
done."

   "Such as?"

   "I don't know," I said, "something like eating a jar of pickles or
getting spanked by the other girls.  Whatever it is, it will be your
forfeit and I'll have nothing to do with it."

   "That doesn't seem right," said Helen.  "It'll be your dare that is
refused so you should gain something from it."

   "Then come up with a forfeit that does that," I said.  "Hopefully you'll
never need it."

   "We'll think about that," said Helen.  "But for now we accept your dare
for tomorrow."

   "OK, I'll be watching," I said again.  "Bye," I turned the phone off,
and pumped my fist.

   Yes!

   ---oOo--

   One advantage of anything happening on a Wednesday night was that I was
allowed to use Mom's car.  Normally I attend a club on Wednesday's and
after acting as a chauffeur for me for a couple of years Mom was more than
happy to hand over the keys to her car once I had my license, even if it
was only for one night a week.  Up until now I'd only ever driven to and
from the clubhouse but tonight was going to be different.

   Negotiating a multi-storey car park for the first time was interesting,
those turns seemed awfully tight and there wasn't a lot of room to actually
park in but mom's car was pretty small so I got there without any major
catastrophes.

   I positioned the car so I was side on to the front of McDonalds and
dropped the window on that side to get a clear view.  Things didn't quiet
line up, I was slightly above the upper level of the restaurant but I
didn't think it would cause too much of a problem.

   I'd bought my dad's camera again and I'd also snaffled a video camera we
had laying around.  Don't get me wrong, these were not things that didn't
get used but how many people use a video camera everyday?  Yes I know the
folks at Vivid do but I'm talking about normal people.

   It was a nice bit of kit with a twelve times optical zoom and a low
light facility.  One other good thing about it was that it recorded
directly to a hard disk so I could leave it running for an hour without it
running out of 'film.'

   I tried to position the video camera on the dashboard but the wing
mirror was in the way.  The door wasn't wide enough to support the camera
safely and really I didn't want anything sticking out to attract attention
my way.  In the end I found a position on the back of the seat, wedged in
against the headrest, that gave a good view of the windows.

   A glance at the digital display let me know that it was twenty to eight
so I started the camera rolling and set about getting the Canon ready for
use.

   This time I'd decided to use the little remote control thingy that came
with the camera, it was a bit of a fiddle but if I used it I was free to
keep an eye out for trouble.  I positioned the tripod with one foot in the
foot well and the other two legs, shortened as much as possible, up on the
passenger seat.  I had to tilt the mounting platform to get the camera to
sit level but that was easily accomplished.

   All I had to do now was wait and see what happened.

   I hadn't seen any of the women arrive, I sort of assumed they'd all turn
up together but you never know.  One thing I had found out was that
Kirsty's mother went by the name of Roslava, which apparently had Russian
roots though everyone called her Rosa.  The only other titbit was that she
was divorced.

   It's surprising how much information is available concerning not only
students but also their families when you start digging into things like
the Parent Teachers Association and the various social clubs that are
attached to the school.  The school records themselves are tightly held but
if you have a name then finding the rest is simple; maybe I should be a
detective when I grow up.

   Movement at the window across the street interrupted my meandering
thoughts.

   I hadn't seen them arrive but all four of the women were there, putting
their plastic trays down on the table near to the window.  The two girls
slid in first and then Rosa sat next to her daughter, sitting like that it
would be difficult for the two women, who were furthest from the window, to
do as I'd asked unless they wanted to lean over their daughters to get to
the window.

   Helen must have come to the same conclusion because she didn't sit down
after she'd deposited her tray but walked to a space between two of the
tables and looked out of the window.  I was tempted to duck as she scanned
the whole of the multi-story car park but I was confident that she couldn't
see me, it was dark and she was looking out of bright room.

   She glanced back into the room and then said something to the three who
were seated there.  I was frustrated that I couldn't hear what was being
said but there was nothing I could do about it, not without getting hold of
the sort of kit that James Bond had.

   Helen looked at her watch and I did the same, five to eight.  Across the
street Helen returned to the table they were using and took off the coat
she was wearing.  She placed it carefully across the back of the chair on
the table next to them.

   Clever, I thought, that should stop anyone sitting there and getting in
the way.

   I chuckled quietly as I watched them pick at whatever they'd bought
downstairs; none of them appeared to be particularly interested in the food
they had before them.

   Helen kept looking at her watch and I did the same.  We must have been
slightly out of sync because I thought they were late starting when Helen
rose to her feet and moved to the same window she'd been at earlier.

   I leant forward so that my eye was to the camera and watched as with a
big smile Helen unzipped her white top and held it open.  I drew in a deep
breath as I stared at her beautiful boobs, a pleasant handful with just a
little bit of sag.

   She rocked her shoulders and then appeared to giggle as she closed her
top.

   I had to swallow as I sat back, the remote control in my hand.  Had I
remembered to press the shutter button?

   I glanced at the counter and found I'd taken half a dozen pictures.

   I looked back across the street at the group.  Who was going to be next?

   Judging by the way that Helen was gesticulating it was going to be
Natasha.

   I could feel a smile growing on my face as one of the sexiest girls in
the school prepared to bare her breasts for little old me.  This was the
fulfilment of a dream as far as I was concerned and I just hoped that the
reality was going to be as impressive as the dream.

   Like her mother, she was wearing a zipped-up top but hers was pale blue.
She moved to the same position that her mother had occupied and after a
glance behind her to check that things were still OK she slowly slid the
zipper down.  I held my breath as the valley between her breasts was
revealed and then forgot to breathe as I waited for the great unveiling.

   Unlike her mother, who'd been quick about revealing her treasure chest,
Natasha took her time; even lifting the top a couple of inches before
dropping it back down again then, slowly she peeled back her top to reveal
a pert set of tits with small, pale nipples.

   I released my breath explosively and then gasped as she raised her
fingers and tweaked her nipples before giggling and pulling her top shut.
She retreated from the window before fastening her top and I rocked
backwards as once again I awaited developments.

   I didn't have to wait long as Rosa was out of her seat almost before
Natasha had returned to hers.

   I leant forward again, my eye pressed to the camera as I waited for my
first glimpse of what I hoped was going to be a tremendous sight.  In case
I hadn't mentioned it before Rosa was stacked!  Helen and Natasha may have
been endowed in the boob department but Rosa looked like she had more than
the two of them put together.

   She moved into the same position that Helen and Natasha had used and
reached down, I pressed down on the remote control and had enough awareness
to note that the motor drive whirled into operation.

   Across the street Rosa reached down and lifted her dark jumper up
revealing a slightly rounded belly.  There was a pause as her fingers
wiggled under the edge of her bra and then the upward motion continued.

   Her bra went up with her jumper and two enormous globes dropped and
wobbled before my eyes.  I groaned; I know I did, as they oscillated up and
down and side to side.  I sucked in air as I watched her stiff nipples
describe all sorts of parabolic arcs as her tits continued to swing before
they disappeared from view as she lowered her bra and jumper back down
again.

   It was only a couple of seconds but I was panting as I sat back and
released the key on the remote control unit.

   Whatever else happened, however long this adventure lasted, it was all
worth it, just for that display!

   Rosa returned to the table but didn't sit; instead she looked at her
daughter who hadn't moved.  That's when I remembered that the show wasn't
over yet.

   Looking a little like a criminal being led to the gallows Kirsty slid
across the plastic bench seat and rose to her feet, her mother whispered
something in her ear, probably encouragement and then regained her place.

   Kirsty moved around to the window and looked out, her eyes scanning the
car park.  I watched with a building sense of anticipation as I waited for
her to make her move.  My mouth had gone dry for some reason and I hit the
motor drive switch even though nothing was happening so far.

   Slowly, very slowly, Kirsty raised her dark blue jumper to reveal a
white bra, even at this distance I could tell that she was going to be
taking after her mother.  Her skin had a dusky colouring to it that made
the white bra stand out.  The shadow of her cleavage emphasised the size of
the breasts that the white lace contained, the dark areolae visible through
the lace panel.

   As the jumper was lowered, blocking the view I decided that she was the
one.  I'd never seriously had a girlfriend but now I knew just whom I
wanted.

   Kirsty returned to the table and the four of them started talking
animatedly.  I sat and considered what had just happened; somehow I'd
ignored the clearly presented charms of Natasha and had become smitten by
Kirsty.

   I shook my head to clear the fog and began dismantling all the gear I'd
used, my mind thinking of how I was going to approach Kirsty without
revealing my identity.

   It was whilst doing this that I realised that Kirsty had been the only
one not to flash her naked tits at me.  I grinned, I could claim a forfeit
but I wouldn't hold it against her; though I could think of something that
I'd really like to hold against her.

   Hell the chance to hold anything against her would be a good thing.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 4

   I hid.

   No, that's not strictly true, what I did was make sure that I didn't
occupy the same space as Natasha and Kirsty unless we were surrounded by
others.  As much as I wanted to make a play for Kirsty I couldn't pluck up
the courage to do it.

   I'm pretty sure that Natasha caught me looking their way a couple of
times but I know from experience that she was used to it, the only
difference was that this time it was the girl with the dark hair that was
the focus of my attention, not the blond.

   Thursday I had a look at the pictures I'd taken on Wednesday evening and
added them to my secret album.  A few of them had come out just right, the
sort of thing you'd have been happy to display at an exhibition.  I grinned
to myself; do you think the girls would like to feature in an art gallery?
I shook my head and grabbed a pack of photo quality paper, I may not be
able to display their delights to the world but I could create a ten by
eight image for each of them.

   Helen's caught her smile as well as her swinging boobs and really made
her look young.  Natasha's picture was actually very early in her flash,
just before her nipples appeared but there was something about the set up
that really made her look sexy without going over the top.

   Rosa's picture was just awesome; it was the only one I printed in
landscape format so that I could get the full extent of her tits in without
making things look distorted.  I suppose in a way printing it like that did
exactly that but I was pleased with the results.

   Kirsty's picture was sublime; her boobs encased in a lacy bra with a
dark background really did look provocative without giving a hint as to who
the model was.  That fact led me to producing the same picture in an eleven
by seventeen size.  After ghosting the outer edges I had a poster that was
on my wall before I went to bed.

   Knowing who it was really made it an erotic sight, one I'd wake up to
every morning from now on.

   The four ten by eight pictures were placed in individually addressed
envelopes ready for delivery and stuck in my schoolbag.  The problem was
how did I make that delivery without dropping myself in the shit?

   I could always stick them in Natasha's locker but there was always a
chance I'd get caught or the pictures would get damaged doing it that way.
If I took them to their homes then there was a chance that they'd be opened
by someone other than the recipient and that could lead to real problems.

   By lunchtime I'd resigned myself to having to take them home with me,
there was just no way that I could get them into the right place without
tipping off that I was the person who was giving them the dares.

   I was sitting there contemplating my belly button when I was thumped
from behind, "Hey Dork, have you got anything on this afternoon?"

   "Andy, you plebe," I called after I'd identified the assailant, "Anyway
why do you want to know?"

   "I've been stuck with sorting out the balloting forms for the student
council," he explained, "and that means I've got to stick umpteen thousand
of these forms and booklets into envelopes before they'll pass them through
the franking machines."

   "They're sending all of them by post?"

   "Only the ones to the parents," said Andy, "ours are being dished out on
Monday but they've still got to be stuck in envelopes."

   I sighed, he was a friend so I didn't have much choice, "Sure I'll
help," I said.  "Where and when?"

   "Today, In the library," he said with a grin, "I owe you one."

   "Yeah, whatever," I replied.

   As Andy walked off I grinned, that was my delivery problem solved.  As
long as I was careful no one would know how the pictures ended up in
Natasha's and Kirsty's envelopes and I'd have nothing to do with actually
handing them over.

   ---oOo--

   It was a shame that I wouldn't be there when the girls discovered the
pictures but that was too much to ask for and too dangerous as well.

   What I needed now was another dare, something a little more adventurous.
I turned to the nerds' favourite tool, the computer and started searching
the web for ideas.

   Did you know that you get thousands of hits if you use Google to search
for dares, even sexy dares?

   A couple of sites really caught my eye; the first was called Naked
Dares. It only had three dozen dares on there but they all seemed
plausible, which put it ahead of a lot of the sites I visited.  Add in the
pictures of those who'd had a go at doing the dares and my imagination was
stimulated, along with other parts.

   The second site was a bit harder to navigate and suffered from the usual
excessive number of adverts but it really was an eye opener.  Truth or Dare
Pics had reports from people who'd carried out dares along with pictures to
prove that they had done so.  I think that the thing that got me about this
site was that the people making the reports seemed like real people and not
paid models.

   In the end the idea for my dare came from a published dare that involved
trying on clothes in a changing room but leaving the door open.  The more
explicit version of that dare had the person trying on the clothes leaving
the changing room altogether, nice idea but how would I get to watch
something like this?

   On the other hand, if the girls were to remove their clothes slowly,
until one of them chickened out and they did it somewhere public I'd be in
with a chance of seeing things unfold.

   The local shopping centre was no good as it was old, dirty and mostly
outside, which isn't a problem if it's warm and sunny but a real pain if it
starts to rain.  The out-of-town mall however was a much nicer place.

   Another trip to the Internet brought up a copy of the mall's layout and
from there it was easy.  On the upper floor it was easy to trace out a
route that would give a few opportunities to see the women from a long way
off and for a fair length of time as they walked towards me.

   Where would I be?  Sitting in the Starbucks at the end of the mall, I
decided after carefully perusing the map.

   So the dare would be called the 'Mall Strut' and would involve slowly
exposing more of their gorgeous bodies as time went on.  The first one to
chicken out had to pay the forfeit.

   So what could the forfeit be?

   I hadn't got a clue at this stage and Helen hadn't come back with what
they'd agreed on for the last dare so I had no hints from that direction
either.

   I searched the net for ideas but I couldn't find anything that sort of
caught my imagination.  I was getting frustrated with the lack of progress
and ended up pushing things away and leaving the house for a break.

   This often happened when I was studying, I'd sort of reach a blowout
point and have to get away from whatever it was I was doing.  I'd go for a
walk around our part of town, just aimlessly until the stress had gone. 
Then it would be back home and after a quick drink it would be back to the
problem.

   In this instance I did the same thing, wandering up and down streets
with my hands in my back pockets thinking of nothing in particular.

   My tranquillity was shattered by a shrill shriek.

   "Jenny!"

   I looked in the direction the sound came from and saw two young girls,
about seven or eight, helping what I presumed was their father cleaning the
car.  One of them, I guess it was Jenny, had just soaked the other with the
hose.  I smiled as the two young girls dodged backwards and forwards, Jenny
trying to hit the other girl who was trying to get hold of the hose.

   It was the image of that soaking white top as it stuck to the girl's
skin that caused a brain fart to occur.  My smile broadened as I came up
with the forfeit I needed.  All I needed to do now was let the girls know
what they were in for.

   ---oOo--

   'Ladies,

   It's time to strut your stuff.

   Be outside H&M's in the mall at nine a.m.  Saturday and walk the walk.

   You are to complete a full circuit of the upper level concourse and
return to your starting position.

   Sounds simple enough, doesn't it?

   Wear button-fronted-dresses and, as you start each circuit, unfasten one
of the buttons.

   The loser is the first to chicken out.

   Go on, I DARE you!'

   I looked at the note and grinned, even I could see holes you could drive
a bus through but it would be interesting to see whether they were going to
comply with the letter of the dare or the spirit in which it was intended.

   What do I mean?  Well I hadn't specified what was to be worn under the
dresses.  If they wanted to do the dare without risk they could wear
something opaque under the dress.  If they were willing to go with the flow
they'd be wearing sexy underwear or nothing.  Time would tell where they
stood on the matter.

   I loaded up the printer with paper and printed out four copies and
placed them in envelopes I'd already addressed.

   Now for the forfeit:

   'The LOSER has to pay a forfeit,

   As she wouldn't open her dress I think it's only fair that something
should be done about this.

   The cricket pitch at school has a sprinkler system that works
automatically.

   It will be on at eight o'clock Saturday evening.

   The LOSER is to take a shower wearing nothing but a thin white dress and
must continue to do so until the rest of you are satisfied that she has
been punished.

   How she gets home after that is up to you.'

   The last line was a bit naughty but I couldn't resist it.  It was
another hook that the girls could use to expand the game if they wanted to.
The thought of Kirsty having to walk home in a wet and totally see through
white dress had me rubbing the front of my jeans in anticipation.

   One thing I hadn't mentioned was that the floodlights around the pitch
were on when the sprinklers were, not full out but sufficient to let anyone
see what was happening on the pitch.  It was meant to stop people walking
into the water when the sprinklers were in operation but I didn't mind
misusing the lights like this.

   Would I be there?

   Was the Pope Catholic?

   I printed off four copies of the forfeit and added them to the envelopes
containing the dare.

   Looks like I had another early trip to school tomorrow.

   ---oOo--

   I never realised how much of an aphrodisiac anticipation can be.  I
suppose that that may have had something to do with my age and the belief
that everything should happen now!  Tomorrow was a long way off and next
year was a lifetime away.

   Strange as it may seem, I was actually getting more out of this little
adventure than a sexual kick.  Some of the things that my parents had said
to me regarding planning and needing to have patience were starting to make
sense.  It didn't mean I was going to change but the realisation that they
had gone through this sort of thing when they were younger was a bit of an
eye-opener.

   Saturday morning I shocked Mom by being out of bed and down stairs
before she was.  I'd even contemplated making breakfast for her and dad but
that was a task too far.  I was out of the house just after eight and
headed for the mall already drooling at what I was going to see.

   I was almost too early because the bus was actually on time for once. 
This meant that the mall had only just opened its doors when I arrived,
most of the stores hadn't actually opened but all of the coffee shops were
up and running, catering to the shop assistants looking for a last minute
shot of caffeine.

   I grabbed a large Americano and a couple of cookies and settled down at
an outside table.  I'd decided that I could get away with using the video
camera if I positioned it on the table and then didn't touch it.  Swinging
it around as the women walked by was a sure way of getting caught.

   The only problem I had getting the sort of view I wanted was from the
plastic pot plants that were used to define the seating area, but nudging
the table over by about six inches cleared that problem up and gave the
camera a clear view along the concourse.  I had it settled on the table and
covered over by a couple of napkins to keep it out of sight before I
started on my coffee.

   I'd brought one of my set books with me, the 'Selected Poems of Emily
Dickinson' to help pass the time.  I also needed to read it for my
Literature class, so I was killing two birds with one stone.

   Reading the poems, a few of which were actually interesting, helped keep
me from looking around like a nervous gopher as I waited for the girls to
show.  The gentle beeping of the alarm on my mobile informed me that it was
five minutes to nine.

   I reached under the napkins and depressed and locked the video camera to
on; a quick glance at the small screen assured me that it was still
pointing where I wanted it to and the tell-tale red light confirmed it was
recording.  I picked up my book and took a look around, nothing yet so I
returned my attention to 'The Book of Martyrs'.

   Two verses in it are so poignant, but that's getting away from why I'm
here.

   And there they were, all four of them lined up side by side in front of
the store.  Natasha was on the left, as I looked at them, in a bright green
short dress.  Next to her was her mother, Helen, in a khaki-coloured
safari-type dress.  Rosa was along side her in a sand-coloured dress that,
if it was a jacket, I'd have described as double-breasted.  Then again with
her tits it would need to be.

   On the right of the line was Kirsty in a short beige dress that was
similar in style to Helen's.  All four of the women were wearing heeled
sandals.

   The four of them were having a right old giggle as they milled around. I
shook my head, if they wanted to remain inconspicuous they were going the
wrong way about it.

   At a nod from Helen they lined up again and all of the reached up and
undid the top button together before setting off along the walkway. 
Natasha was giggling and both Helen and Rosa were swinging their hips in a
mock model's walk.  Kirsty looked up to the heavens as she walked along
beside them.

   I stuck my nose back in my book as they got close but miss-timed looking
up and found I was gazing straight at Natasha.  I gave her a nod and
dropped my eyes again quickly.

   Watching the four of them walking away was almost as much fun as when
they were heading in my direction.  Rosa's shoes looked like stilts from
behind, they were that high.  If Kirsty and Natasha were in two-inch heels
then Rosa's had to be at least four inches high.

   Reaching the far end of the mall from me they all gathered in a group
for a moment and then formed the line again.  I managed to suppress a gasp
as they bent forward like a synchronised swimming team and reached for the
bottom of their dresses.

   Another circuit of the concourse and they were back in front of the
clothing store.

   Another button at the top was undone and the walk continued.  I frowned
as they went past me; Kirsty and Rosa were at a serious disadvantage if
things continued the way they were going.  At a guess Natasha and Helen had
at least ten buttons down the front of their dresses, Kirsty looked to have
eight and Rosa had seven at most.

   Unless of course, they'd agreed that they were going no further than the
number of buttons on Rosa's dress, she'd be the first one to be making the
walk with her dress wide open.

   That anticipation aphrodisiac thought was working its magic again as the
four women bent forward once more to open a button at the bottom of their
dresses.

   Natasha's dress had most of the buttons near the top, opening this
second bottom button would put her in danger of showing off her knickers.
Helen was safe enough for at least another button.  Kirsty was going to be
in a similar position to Natasha but Rosa didn't have a hope, her knickers
were going to be out there for anyone who had the balls to look.

   As they began the walk I noticed that the only one who moved in the same
manner as they had done the first time was Helen.  Natasha was a lot less
flamboyant and Kirsty had moved in behind her mother.  Rosa was almost
mincing, keeping her stride short so as to keep her dress closed.

   Kirsty caught my eye as they passed by me and I smiled at her, she
returned my smile but blushed as well.

   What happened next I wasn't sure about until I got to watch the video
later but as they got into position to open up another button Rosa seemed
to panic, there was another group conference and Rosa stood to one side
shaking her head.

   The three that were left lined up and opened up a top button and did the
walk again.  As they went by Natasha was still giggling over whatever had
happened.

   So what had happened?

   The video showed that Rosa, who only had two buttons left had pushed her
belt down to expose the button under the belt.  Unfortunately for her the
belt had pulled the button off leaving her with one.  I'm guessing from the
way the others were gesticulating that they wouldn't let Rosa count that as
the button she had to open this time.

   It also looked like Kirsty was going to give in then, but judging by the
ways her eyes went wide at something Helen said she'd just been informed
that there would be joint losers if she didn't make another circuit.

   Whatever the reason we had a loser, Rosa of the magnificent boobs would
be doing the forfeit.

   ---oOo--

   Interlude

   "Mom, I think I know who Tom is," said Natasha.

   "You do?" replied Helen.

   Natasha nodded, "I spotted Kev Hayles watching us as we were walking
around."

   "So?" said Helen, cocking her head to one side.

   "Well, he was smiling before we started, it was as though he knew what
was going to happen before we began," explained Natasha.

   Helen looked at her daughter and frowned, "That's a bit flimsy isn't
it?"

   "It is a bit," agreed Natasha, "but he's also taken to making eyes at
Kirsty in the last week or so."

   "Is that something new?" asked Helen, not quiet understanding her
daughter's logic.

   Natasha snorted, "Well, it always used to be me," she said.  "But that
had been going on for so long it didn't bother me in the slightest."

   Helen nodded in understanding; she was used to men giving her the
once-over as well.

   Natasha continued, "After we got that first dare Kev was suddenly
looking at Kirsty.  Mom, the look he was giving her was more than the usual
hormone business; he was seriously considering asking her out.  If he
wasn't such a nerd I'm sure he'd have tried it."

   "How does Kirsty feel about that?"

   Natasha laughed, "Oh she's interested but you know what she's like. 
She's so shy that she runs away as soon as a male shows her any attention."

   "That's because she always had you to hide behind, but if he is the boy
that's presenting the dares does it really matter?" asked Helen.

   "I don't know," said Natasha, "but it should be easy enough to check if
he's the one."

   "How?" asked Helen.

   "Well we're fairly sure that he's going to be in one of the pavilions
when Rosa does her thing on the pitch, aren't we?"

   "Yes," said Helen, "Why else would he specify the time and the place for
the forfeit."

   "So call him on his phone," said Natasha.

   "Why?  We know that it's a pay as you go one and it's not listed to
anyone in the school," said Helen.

   "Not that phone," said Natasha.  "Call him on his own phone, the one
that is listed."

   "He may have it with him so I suppose that's worth a try," said Helen
after thinking about it for a couple of seconds.

   "It is," said Natasha, "Then we'll know who is calling the dares."

   Helen cocked her head to one side and looked at her daughter; "If it is
him will it make any difference to whether you continue to do the dares?"

   Natasha looked surprised for a moment and then sighed, "I don't know,"
she admitted.  "I'm enjoying it and I guess not knowing who is watching is
part of the kick.  But Kevin is pretty cute for a nerd and being able to
put a name and face to our audience would be pretty neat."

   Natasha frowned, "If he was going to do anything bad he's had plenty of
opportunities already to do so.  Oh, I'm not sure."

   "Well give it some thought," said Helen, "If you're sure you want to
find out who it is we'll give your idea a try."

   ---oOo--

   Parked outside the school gates the four women were talking in Helen's
SUV.  "We're agreed then?" she asked from the driver's seat as she glanced
at the other three women in turn.

   After receiving confirming nods she continued, "We'll call Tom's phone
first to let him know that Rosa is going to do the dance, keep your ears
open just in case we can hear it ringing.  If it's unobtainable or we don't
hear it ring I'll put a call in to Kevin's phone."

   "Kirsty, you'll be by the new pavilion," said Helen.  "If there are any
open windows, or doors try to stand near them."

   "Natasha, You've got the old pavilion," Helen frowned, "Moving over
there is going to be a bit obvious so try slipping around the back first.
If he's inside we don't want him spotting you."

   "I'll be careful mom," said Natasha, "Besides, he'll have his eyes on
you," she said nodding towards Rosa.

   Rosa sniffed disdainfully, "And I'll be doing what is needed to keep
them there," she said.

   Natasha and Kirsty laughed at that.

   "Just remember," said Helen, "We're not trying to catch anyone, just
listen for his phone."

   "It's a good job his ringtone is so distinctive," said Kirsty.

   "It's not that distinctive," said Helen, "It's just an unusual choice
for boy still in High School."

   "What was it called again?" asked Natasha.

   "Mars, the Bringer of War," said Rosa, "It's from the Planet Suite by
Gustav Holst," she concluded, approval of the musical choice in her voice

   "Isn't that the same sort of thing that you use?" prodded Natasha.

   "If you mean classical music then yes," said Rosa, "but my phone plays
Tchaikovsky's 1812 Overture."

   "Uhmm," murmured Natasha, her ring tone was by Britney Spears...

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 5

   I left home with plenty of time to spare; it wouldn't do to turn up late
and miss all the fun.  I'd given the up-coming event a lot more thought
than I had the last time I'd hidden in the old pavilion and was prepared
for it.  I'd added a half litre bottle of water and a couple of cans of
Pepsi to my load as well as a bar of chocolate.

   On the comfort front I'd dug out one of those folding camping chairs
from where it had been dumped in the garage.  I was tempted to take a cool
box as well but trying to carry all of that as I climbed through the
pavilion window would have been a bit too much.

   Getting into the old pavilion had been even easier than last time as I
hadn't secured the window covering as well as I normally did, sloppiness or
anticipation, who could tell.

   I hadn't bothered with the tripod as I figured it would get in the way
if Rosa moved around a lot but I took the time to check that the camera was
set up correctly.  I even took a couple of pictures just to see what they
looked like.  On the little screen they seemed to be OK though the camera
informed me that they were being taken at ISO thirty-two hundred, I knew
that two hundred and four hundred were film speeds so a speed of thirty-two
hundred must have been something special.

   By the time I'd finished fiddling with the camera and making myself
comfortable the sprinklers had started up, all I needed now was the main
attraction.

   I was looking out for anyone arriving so I was prepared as Helen and
Rosa appeared and walked down to the green shelter on the other side of the
pitch.  Rosa was carrying a bag and was wearing what looked like a long
white T-shirt; it hugged her body in all the right places and made her look
like a schoolgirl.

   When the two of them reached the shelter Rosa slipped the bag inside and
kicked off her shoes.  My mouth was going dry as I assumed that all she was
wearing now was that thin white shirt.

   Helen raised a phone to her ear and moments later the spare phone I'd
slipped into my pocket began to vibrate.  I'd put it into silent mode when
I got here just in case they called me.

   I fished it out, "Hello."

   "Tom," said Helen's voice, "Rosa is about to begin."

   "I know," I said, "tell her she looks beautiful for me will you and that
I'm really looking forward to this performance."

   "I will," said Helen and across the way she lowered her arm.  She spoke
to Rosa who smiled and then blew a kiss towards the centre of the pitch,
presumably for her watching audience.

   I gripped the camera and waited for Rosa to begin.  One thing that was
truly impressive about this beast in my hand was its ability to take
continuous pictures.  It could run at five frames a second and could do
that until it had taken fifty odd images.  It was great for taking action
shots, like someone dancing in the rain.

   Rosa made her way down towards the sprinklers and I took a few pictures
as she did so, her breasts were swinging all over the place under that
white shirt, God that was impressive to watch and I couldn't really say
that anything had happened yet.

   She reached the place where the water was getting to and waited for the
sprinkler to point in her direction.

   Judging by the way that she jumped back when the water hit her it must
have been colder than she was expecting.

   After that first hesitation though she was a star.  She chased the water
as it moved away from her and then ran from it as it returned, she spun
around when she was caught so that the shirt ended up getting wet down one
side.  It went translucent wherever the water struck and I was treated to
the sight of one dark nipple undulating as she continued to play with the
water.

   As time passed the rest of the T-shirt got soaked and became
see-through, streams of water ran down her body, tracing interesting
patterns along her legs.  The dark hair covering her pussy could be seen
through the wet white material but not in any detail.

   Her long dark hair was soaked as well and soon it was plastered to her
head with strands running across her face.  I was more than satisfied that
she'd fulfilled the terms of her forfeit and the sight of her gorgeous
boobs jiggling and wiggling was an ongoing bonus as far as I was concerned.

   Every so often the camera in my hand would beep, reminding me to release
the shutter button and let it save the pictures it had taken so far.

   When Rosa started to lift and squeeze her tits, offering them up to the
water as it washed over her I was finding it hard to breath.  She was one
sexy woman and I for one was enjoying watching her perform.

   Finally she did a last spin and then waved all around before retreating
slowly back to where Helen stood waiting with a towel.

   I lowered the camera for a final time as Rosa disappeared into the
darkness of the shelter; the dry towel she'd been given by Helen wrapped
around her shoulders.

   ---oOo--

   I sat back and relaxed, I wasn't going to be going anywhere until Helen
and Rosa had finished what they were doing and had safely departed.  I
fished out one of the cans of Pepsi I'd brought with me and placed the open
can on the window ledge, the chocolate followed it moments later.

   Casually, just to pass the time I started looking through the pictures
I'd just taken of Rosa doing her dance.  I know I'm not that experienced
but to me Rosa was one sexy tease.  From the moment she blew that first
kiss until the final wave she'd been flaunting her body for her audience.

   I suppose that was the sort of things that strippers did but I doubt
that they could be as enthusiastic as Rosa had been, not night after night.
Some people might find that money was an aphrodisiac but I don't believe
it's that powerful that it could make a woman perform that well just
because there was a paying audience.

   By the time I'd got to the picture of Rosa offering her tits to the
world I'd got my prick out and was stroking it gently with my free hand. 
The feeling was wonderful and pretty distracting as well.

   The opening bars of the Mars movement had me panicking.  I nearly
dropped the camera as I tried to manipulate too many objects too quickly.

   By the time I'd fished my phone out of my pocket the caller had rung off
and the camera was lying on its side on the floor.  My erection had
collapsed, leaving my prick flapping around in front of me as I panted.

   I slumped back down into my chair and breathed deeply to calm my racing
heart.  It was only as I reached for the camera on the floor that I
remembered Helen and Rosa.

   Oh God, had they heard the phone?

   I swung the camera to my eye and searched out the shelter on the far
side of the pitch.  Helen was slipping her arm around Rosa, who was now
dressed in a blue denim dress and giving her a hug.  If they'd hear my
phone they were showing no signs of it.

   I sighed and lowered the camera again; looks like I'd dodged that one.
After placing the camera on the side and sticking my deflated prick back
into my trousers I checked my phone.

   Who had called me?

   I frowned as the display reported an unrecognised number.  Was it worth
calling them back to find out what they wanted?

   If the call had been important they would have waited longer for me to
answer it.  It was probably a wrong number and the person making the call
had realised it before I'd answered.  It's not like I received a lot of
calls.

   I stuffed the phone back in my pocket and began packing my things away,
my thoughts drifting off towards the next dare.  Was there anything I
wanted them to do or should it be another flashing trip?

   I'd have to check the various websites to see if they could offer some
inspiration.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 6

   As I sat there in front of my computer I was struck by the realisation
that maybe, just maybe, I was becoming a pervert.  I'm not sure what
triggered that thought but it may have had something to do with the fact
that reading what people did and looking at the accompanying photographs
was turning me on.

   I pushed back from the desk and tried to figure out what it was that had
managed to get me all hot and bothered.  Was it the pictures of women
exposing various parts of their anatomy to all and sundry?

   Not really, I'd looked at porn on the net for years and, yes, it did get
me excited but this was a completely different feeling.

   Slowly I began to understand that it was the idea that I would be in
control.  Anything that happened would be because I said it would happen.
That was the source of the added excitement I was feeling.  The belief that
this would also excite the others who were involved simply added to the
sense of power.

   So it was a power trip of some sort.

   I looked back at the screen with my head cocked to one side as I
contemplated the sort of dares that were available.  To really get me going
it needed to be something that demonstrated the power I held, something
that was likely to be pushing whatever limits my pet darees had.

   I smiled at that thought, pet darees, what a description.

   Given that I wanted to demonstrate my power over them, what sort of
dares are there that would be likely to fulfil that need?

   Forget the various flashing dares, they were all pretty much of a
copy-cat thing, whether they got their tits out on a train, plane or bridge
didn't make a great deal of difference.  It was the same thing in a
different location and wasn't a good deal harder or more exciting than what
the women had already done.

   So what did that leave?

   The classic streak might be fun but the risk level is high for someone
who doesn't want to get in trouble whilst playing this game and the chance
of being recognised is also high.  If we were in a major city it might be
worth trying but not here, so we'll give that one a miss for now.

   Another option from the website is the 'give your picture away' dare. 
For this one you were required to take pictures of yourself topless in one
of the passport photo booths and then stick you name and contact details on
the back.  The pictures were then to be given away; it was suggested by
sticking them under the windshield wipers of cars though a braver option
would be to physically hand them out to passing shoppers in the mall.

   I doubt if any of the women wanted to be identified that thoroughly,
though they'd probably enjoy getting their pictures taken in the photo
booths.

   I kind of liked the idea behind the 'all tied up' dare but it was
incredibly risky without having a real backup.  The dare required that you
ask a friend to tie you up whilst partially clothed, or naked if you were
very daring and then the victim had to ask a stranger to untie them.  This
required that the victim was vulnerable outside and, in my opinion, exposed
to serious danger.  That might excite the women but I'm not sure I could
expose them to that level of risk and live with myself if it went even
slightly wrong.

   The idea of seeing the women out naked or strolling in just body paint
does conjure up a pleasing image but without doing it in something
approaching a tolerant area is likely to lead to problems with the law,
something we all wanted to avoid, I'm sure.

   After searching through several sites, including all of my favourites, I
concluded that I was left with a dare that involved pissing out in public.

   It was something that could be done in a variety of ways, either
covertly or blatantly depending on the bravery of the participants and the
location the dare was called in.  I studied the various pictures that were
presented with this type of dare and I'll admit that seeing a woman stood
there, her legs spread and piss streaming from her was a turn on, causing
an event like that was something else I'd discovered about myself.

   The only question now was whether this was the sort of dare they'd
accept?

   I guess I was going to have to speak to Helen again but it was too late
to do it now.  That could be a job for tomorrow evening.  Yes, I know I'm
suffering from cowardice.

   ---oOo--

   "Good Morning, Kevin."

   My response was so cool, NOT.  I stood there with my mouth wide open as
Natasha giggled and walked away down the school hall, clutching Kirsty's
arm.

   How dumb can you get?

   A simple greeting and I'm left stood there like a rabbit waiting to be
run over.

   In my defence, I'd like to point out that generally the girls in the
class and probably half the blokes ignore me on any given day.  To suddenly
be greeted like that is a bit of a shock.

   I know it's not much of a defence but it's the best I can come up with.

   As if that wasn't bad enough I had to suffer the two of them constantly
glancing at me and then dropping their heads for a giggling fit.  They had
even got told off by Mr.  Smith in German for disrupting the class, it
didn't help that he added me to his admonishment and all I'd done was
missed the fact that he'd called on me to answer a question.

   How was I supposed to concentrate on lessons when I was being harassed
like that?

   By the time I got to lunch my nerves were frazzled.  I hadn't got a clue
what was going on but whatever the secret was, it seemed to be out.

   Other girls started staring at me and giggling and I hadn't got a clue
why.  I checked my fly countless times; I'd stripped off my blazer and
shirt in the washrooms to see if anything had been stuck to my back without
my noticing it.

   Nothing, nadda, nowt....

   What was going on?

   When Andy asked that very question over lunch I nearly bit his head off.

   "I don't have a clue," I hissed after I'd finished questioning his
parentage.  "If I did then I'd do something about it, but I don't."

   "Do you want me to find out what's going on?" he asked.

   I looked at him like he'd grown two heads, "When did you get the inside
track?"

   He looked bashful, "I don't," he admitted, "but I've got a better chance
of finding out what's going on than you do, don't I?"

   I couldn't fault his logic; nobody was going to talk to the butt of the
joke; doing that would ruin it.

   "Go on then, Sherlock, see what you can find?" I said.  "I'm going to
hide in the library," I concluded, grabbing my tray and heading for safety.

   The library was as quiet as usual so I found a computer and chilled out.
When I'd managed to calm down I got to wondering what was going on but for
the life of me I couldn't think of anything I'd done that could have got
everyone so riled up.

   Andy joined me as I entered the computing lab and shook his head, "Sorry
Kev, I haven't found out anything."

   I shrugged, what else was there I could do?

   "If there's a conspiracy then no one's talking," he added as he dumped
his bags under the desk next to mine.

   He looked at me and frowned; "To tell you the truth, most people didn't
even know what I was talking about when I asked them."

   I sighed, "Oh well, hopefully whatever it is will go away," I said.

   The afternoon passed peacefully enough, probably because it was computer
science followed by physics.

   By the time I headed for home I was beginning to believe Andy when he
said there was nothing happening.  That was until Natasha and Kirsty
stopped to wave before they jumped into Helen's car, I stood there in the
middle of the schoolyard and looked around, unable to move as I waited for
the other shoe to drop but nothing happened.

   ---oOo--

   Homework took no time at all as there was only a chapter in the set book
to read and I'd already done that.  I skimmed over the chapter just to
refresh my memory and then headed downstairs to see what was happening.

   Mom had just finished adding the final touches to whatever it was she
was preparing for tea so I helped her clear up the kitchen.  We followed
that up by setting the dining room table ready for the meal.

   I was carrying the water jug in from the kitchen when I found I was
staring at my mom's ass as she reached across the table to put down some
cutlery.  Her trousers were pulled tight across her bum and she was
balanced on one leg, the other extended as a counterweight.

   I stopped and simply looked.

   Mom is no spring chicken; she's in her early forties and not the sort of
woman who's going to be described as a MILF.  Taller than the average at
five feet ten inches she's slender with correspondingly small breasts and a
bum that's a bit on the large size.  Pear shaped without being in anyway
rounded is how I'd describe her.

   Facially she's ordinary, nothing outstanding one way or the other.  Her
fair hair is cut in a medium length bob and has the faintest of blond
highlights.

   She works mornings as a receptionist at a finance broker's office and
dresses accordingly; today it had been a charcoal grey business suit with a
white blouse.  Once home she'd dumped the jacket and kicked off the small
heels she'd worn and replaced them with a pair of comfy sandals.

   So there was nothing overtly sexy or provocative but bent over like that
I had a sudden urge to give her ass a slap.

   As she stood I shook myself out of my daydream and carried the jug to
the table but the image of her wouldn't go away.

   An hour later we'd finished the meal and it's almost time to clear up,
we had been engaged in a pretty mundane conversation when I asked, "Mom,
have you ever played Truth or Dare?"

   I went red; I could feel the heat radiating from me like a miniature
sun.

   She cocked her head to the side, just like I did when I was considering
a question and looked at me.

   I thought she was going to give me a hard time but Dad chuckled, "Yes,
she has," he said.

   "Benjamin!" she exclaimed and I was glad Dad was taking the heat.  She
only called him by his full name when she was miffed.

   "It's true," replied dad, still smiling.

   Mom sniffed at him and turned back to me, "Why did you want to know,
Dear?" she asked.

   Why did I want to know?  The question had just slipped out and I didn't
have a clue why I'd asked it.

   "I was just wondering what sort of dares you did?" I asked.

   Dad sounded like he was choking and Mom had gone the sort of colour I
believed I'd already managed.  She looked at me and her eyes narrowed, "I
take it you are going to a party of some sort?" she asked.

   I tried to look innocent, "No," I said, "well, not yet anyway.  It's
just something that came up at school."

   Mom's head went back over to the side as she inspected me with her
patented lie detector.  That's why I told the truth, I'd been caught out
too many times before.

   "Uhmm," said Mom, "If you do go to a party you just make sure you don't
get in any trouble."

   Dad snorted and Mom gave him the evil eye.  I stayed quiet, there was
something there but I'd used up all of my bravery for one mealtime.

   "Why don't you..." began Dad.

   "Benjamin!" said Mom giving Dad the evil eye.  Dad grinned in response
but I noticed that he didn't say any more.

   I looked from one to the other of them and made a silent note to get my
Dad alone one evening soon and find out what had happened with Mom.

   ---oOo--

   I sat staring at the phone on my desk, I'd left it plugged in the
charger ever since I'd got home on Saturday, trying to pluck up the courage
to use it.

   I needed to check with Helen that she and the rest of the women were
willing to take part in the dare I'd come up with.  The problem I had was
how do you broach the subject of pissing in public with someone old enough
to be your mother?

   I'd run several scenarios through my mind and just about all of them
ended up with her screaming 'pervert' down the phone and cutting me off. 
Not the sort of thing I wanted to happen given how successful things had
been so far.

   In the end I did the only thing that made any sense, give her a call. 
If it went pear-shaped then my fun was over but there was no other way of
finding out how she felt.

   "Hello."

   "Evening, Helen," I responded.  "It's...  Tom." Jesus, I nearly gave her
my real name!

   "Oh, hello, Tom.  What can I do for you?"

   I took a deep breath, "I've been thinking about another dare," I said in
a rush, "but I'm not sure if it would be acceptable."

   I could almost here the frown in her response, "Why would it be
unacceptable?"

   "It, errr, involves, uhmm, urinating in public," I said.

   My statement was greeted by silence, a silence that seemed to drag on
forever.

   "Water sports," said Helen softly, "I'll have to check," she said.

   "I'll call back in, what, ten minutes?" I said.

   "Better make it twenty," she replied.

   "Twenty it is," I said looking at the time.

   The line went dead and I swung around to my computer and called up
Google.

   I could guess what 'water sports' meant but let's see what the Internet
had to say on the matter.

   Good old Wikipedia, the fount of all knowledge, I grinned, some of it
was even true but it made a good starting point.

   Uhmm, water sports, for sexual activity involving urine see urolagnia,
my God, it's even got a posh name.

   I chuckled as I read the Wiki description; the name is a combination of
urine and lust, which just about summed it up perfectly.  It can involve
watching someone urinate, urinating on some one or being urinated on.

   Having someone piss on me, no matter how pretty, didn't seem like fun
though the converse did hold a certain attraction.  Better not mention that
or things could go badly.

   I surfed through a few picture sites to pass the time and stopped with a
bit of a shudder.  What else was there out there that I'd find a turn on if
I was exposed to it?

   I always thought I had a fairly liberal view of the world but it looked
like I was a sheltered little kid, maybe not as closeted as some but a lot
more than I'd have believed if I'd been asked.

   I retrieved the phone and hit the redial button; maybe what I was asking
about wasn't as obscure as I'd thought.

   "Hello, Tom," said Helen, "I've had a word with the others and there are
some limits but why don't you tell me what you propose and I'll decide
whether it's acceptable?"

   Fair enough, I'd have limits after what I'd just been looking at.

   "The dare's simple enough," I said, "It's to sit on the top step in
front of the main school building and urinate."

   The main building was a traditional redbrick building fronted by a white
veranda on which stood a row of twelve Ionic columns, a series of steps
rose to the veranda from ground level.  Carved into the architrave are the
words 'Duty, Honour and Education' whilst the pediment features a scene
from Greek literature.

   Well that's how the school history describes it.  To us it was a place
to sit in the sun on a hot lunchtime.

   "Uhmmm," was the only response.

   "Eight o'clock, Wednesday evening," I said hoping that Helen wasn't
going to scrub the whole thing.

   "That's it?" asked Helen.

   "I think so," I responded.  "Is there a problem?"

   "Nooo," said Helen slowly.

   I took the phone away from my ear and stared at it, what was she
expecting?  Something really disgusting!

   "Then the dare is accepted?" returning the phone to my ear, I asked.

   "Wednesday evening at eight o'clock, we're to sit on the top step and
pee."

   "That's it," I said happily.

   "With or without knickers?"

   "That's entirely up to you," I said, "but I'd suggest skirts unless you
want to drop your jeans first, unless..." I began but chickened out.

   Helen guessed what I was going to say, "No, I'm not going to piss my
jeans for you."

   I chuckled and nearly missed, "Unless you dare me too," which she added
very quietly.  I chose to ignore her comment, at least for now.

   "Oh, by the way," said Helen, "thank you for the photos, they're, uhmm,
very stimulating."

   "Glad you liked them," I said blushing at the praise.

   "Are you going to take some more?"

   "If you want me to," I responded.

   "Yes," said Helen, "I think I do."

   I nodded though she couldn't see me, "I'll see what I can manage," I
said.

   "Bye," I finished and turned the phone off.

   I sighed heavily; this was harder work than I'd thought it would be.

   ---oOo--

   My preparation for this dare began on Tuesday when I went and had a good
look around the front of the school.

   The old building was set back from the main road and was approached by a
horseshoe shaped drive that swept up to the steps.  The new buildings that
made up the majority of the school were situated behind the older structure
and most of them were invisible from the road.  This added to the
impression that this was an old and distinguished seat of learning.

   The area between the building and the road had once been an ornamental
garden but the majority of that had been dug up and replaced by two small
car parks.

   A small wall and wrought iron fence provided the border; the barrier was
only breached at the front by the large, imposing gates that fronted the
driveway.  That fence was one of the reasons why a lot of the kids head out
across the pitch at the back of the school to get home.

   In the centre of the building, behind the columns, was a large double
door of dark wood that was the main entrance.  Dividing the front facade
into quarters were two smaller sets of double doors that were now used as
fire exits.

   I frowned as I looked at the building; there were too many places that
they could sit down to do the dare to make it easy to set anything up.  I
needed to tie them down to a particular spot.  Even allowing for the fact
that I got them to sit exactly where I wanted them to there was nowhere
convenient to take pictures from.  The more I looked the further out I
found I was being pushed.

   In the end I was outside the boundary fence looking in and that would
leave me exposed to detection.

   I looked across the road, was there anything there that would provide a
vantage-point?

   There was a row of civic buildings, including the police station but
nothing that was going to be open at eight in the evening that I wanted to
enter.  Yes, I could always get myself arrested but I didn't think the cops
would appreciate me hanging out of one of their windows and pointing a
camera at a load of women pissing on the school steps, come to think of it
I don't think Helen would appreciate that either.

   Sticking my mom's car on the car park was one solution but a car with an
occupant would stick out like a sore thumb.  I could put the video camera
in the car and have it film the dare but that didn't give you really good
pictures like the Canon did.

   Wednesday morning came and I still hadn't figured out how I was going to
get pictures.  I'd called Helen the night before and added that the dare
was to be performed in front of the right hand fire doors as you looked at
the building.  That at least gave me a location to aim for but no way of
doing that.

   Wednesday was tense, I was fretting that I was going to miss what was
going to happen and I was distracted as I searched for a solution.

   Nothing sprang to mind and I'd become resigned to just making a video of
what happened and enjoying things later.

   As Mom handed over the keys to her car she asked me to drop off her
library books, "You've got plenty of time before you have to be at the club
and the library's open until nine."

   It wasn't the first time Mom had asked me to do this, she was always
forgetting when they had to be returned and the fines for late return
quickly built up.

   "How much do you owe this time?" I asked with a grin.

   "They should have been back Friday," she said, "so it's not that bad."

   "This time," I added.

   Mom looked abashed but I took her books from her, "I'll go and do it
now," I said, I didn't want to have to rush to get to the car park later.

   The library entrance was around the back of the Town Hall and there was
a short stay car park across the road from it.  The entrance was very
similar to the school's but on a smaller scale.  The entrance foyer was
impressive and they often had art exhibitions in it.  The pictures were
brought down from the town's small museum located above the library.

   I dragged Mom's books onto the counter and paid her fine for her, like
she said it wasn't that much.  She'd once forgotten to return her books for
a month and in that case it would have been cheaper to buy the damn things.

   I had plenty of time to get to school so I was loitering around the
library when a poster caught my eye.  It was for an exhibition in the
museum upstairs covering the Crimean war.  I'd not known anything about it
but according to the poster it had been on for two weeks and had another
two weeks to run.

   I pulled out my PDA to make a note of the opening times, Saturday and
Sunday as expected but it was open till nine on Wednesday and Thursday
evenings.  A quick glance at my watch let me know I had enough time for a
rapid look around.

   Plain arrows on white card guided me from the entrance towards the back
of the museum.  The clever buggers had put the star attraction at the back
of the building so you had to pass through everything else to get there.  I
was betting that the route out brought you through the rest of the museum.

   I didn't have a lot of time to study everything so I was aiming to
complete a quick walk through and see if it was worth coming back for a
proper look.  The first thing I saw was a couple of mannequins wearing
period uniforms, the infantryman was dressed as a member of the
Ninety-third Highland Regiment, the Thin Red Line according to the placard.
The cavalryman was a member of the Eleventh Hussars, the Cherrypickers that
had to be, because of the colour of his trousers, bright purple.

   One thing that did catch my eye was a large diorama of the Battle of
Balaclava.  They'd positioned it near to one of the large windows so there
was plenty of light to see the detail.  Someone had gone to a lot of
trouble to paint that many twenty-five millimetre figures, at a quick guess
there must have been about a thousand troops on the model.

   I shook my head to clear it; I didn't have time to study the thing.  I
looked out of the window and found I was staring at the front of my school,
the sight of which got me back on track.  I moved through the rest of the
exhibit and decided I'd have to make time to come back for a proper look

   Time was getting tight so I headed back to the car.

   There was no one around when I parked opposite school, there were a
couple of dozen cars there from people who were attending evening classes
so my car wasn't all on its own.  I set the video camera up and positioned
it carefully as it was going to be my only means of seeing what happened.
I'd bought the Canon with me but didn't expect to be using it, hell I could
always go back and take some pictures of the diorama....

   The window overlooking the school, I'd be able to see what was happening
from up there!

   I checked the video camera for capacity again and started it running
before heading back to the museum on foot.  I'd have to be quick or there
was a chance I'd miss the women.

   ---oOo--

   I was panting by the time I reached the diorama and had been lucky that
none of the museum's staff had stopped me in my headlong dash through their
hallowed halls.  I dropped my bag and glanced through the window and could
just make out people in front of the school.

   The old adage about more haste and less speed was true in this case as I
fumbled to assemble the camera and ended up getting the whole thing tangled
in the straps on the bag.  I stopped and took a deep breath and slowed
down, panic would just ensure that I missed everything.

   Rising up with the assembled camera in hand I looked out of the window
again, thank God they'd been cleaned recently.  I swung round until I was
pointing at the right place and I had to adjust the focus manually.

   As the image settled I found I was looking at the four women sat along
the top step with Rosa and Helen on the outside and the girls between them.

   They were a bit far away to get any detail but it looked like they were
wearing the same dresses they'd worn in the mall.  That made sense to me,
as they were short enough to move out of the way easily.

   The only problem was they were too far away to see if they were wearing
knickers!

   I swung the camera from side to side and took a few pictures but I was
getting frustrated, there had to be some way of getting a closer view.

   There was, it's called a multiplier or a teleconverter and it multiplies
the focal length of the camera.  In the bag I had a one point four times
converter that turned the lens I was using into a five hundred millimetre
lens.  Unfortunately it was in the bag and not on the camera so I had to
stop looking at what I wanted to watch and delve back into the bowels of my
bag.

   Remembering how things had gone wrong earlier I took my time and
detached the lens, inserted the multiplier and then reattached the lens.  A
slow process but one that gave me the extra reach I needed to see what was
going on.

   I focused back on the group and smiled, all was revealed.

   As I watched Helen twitched and a stream of liquid shot out about a foot
and dropped to the steps, I twitched as well and lost sight of her.  By the
time I got her back into the viewfinder the jet had become a trickle and I
clicked away.

   Worried that I might be missing something I didn't dwell on Helen but
moved to the right and looked at Natasha who was giggling at her mother. 
Another traverse to the right and there was Kirsty looking across at Helen
and holding her dress closed between her legs.

   I flicked across to Rosa who appeared to be looking around, keeping a
lookout I decided after watching her sweep her eyes from side to side.

   I switched back to Helen and caught her dropping her dress back over her
exposed pussy and watched as she gave Natasha a nudge.  I focused and
Natasha and wasn't disappointed as she lifted her green dress to reveal her
naked pussy.  She seemed to struggle for a moment but I was rewarded as a
stream of urine shot downwards towards the steps, it only lasted a few
seconds but I banged off a couple of pictures as she pissed away.

   Taking it in turns made my job a lot easier so as Natasha dropped her
dress I repositioned myself to watch Kirsty.

   Her dark complexion was fused with a deep red lustre and she seemed
reluctant to begin.  Her shoulders slumped after a short time and she
spread her legs and her dress to reveal a pair of white knickers.  She
dropped her hand to her crotch and pulled the material to the side and
revealed a covering of dark hair.

   I didn't get a good view of her pussy and she definitely struggled to
pass water.  When she finally managed to get started it was the barest of
trickles that only just showed up on the step in front of her, she dropped
her head at the same time as she covered herself up.

   I swung the camera across until it was pointing at Rosa and hoped that
her performance wouldn't be as disappointing as her daughter's.

   I shouldn't have worried; Rosa was a born performer.

   Her dress was wide open revealing her dusky complexion to anyone looking
that way.  A white bra restrained her breasts and a pair of the skimpiest
knickers I'd seen any of them wearing covered her pussy.  She fiddled at
her sides and then rose slightly and pulled her knickers away from her body
and then dropped them on the steps below her.

   A moments concentration and there was an impressive fountain of liquid
shooting away from her body.  The first burst cleared the first two steps
and the second shot went nearly as far.  Where all the others had peed for
seconds it seemed like Rosa lasted for minutes, it wasn't really that long
but she did soak more of the steps than the other three put together.

   I was chuckling as I watched; she must have drunk a gallon to hold that
much inside.  I bet she'd have burst if she'd had to hold it in any longer.

   Kirsty was looking at her mother in shock as the older member of the
Kaplinsky clan calmly wrapped her dress back around her and smiled in
satisfaction.

   I cranked the zoom back until I could see all four of them and caught
Natasha giggling wildly at Rosa's performance.

   Helen said something and all four of them blew a kiss outward and rose
to their feet.  I took a last picture and lowered the camera, the show was
over and it was time to get back to the car and....

   I lifted the camera again and zoomed in on the damp patch on the steps,
yes!

   I'd need to collect Rosa's knickers before I left.

   ---oOo--

   Sitting in my bedroom whilst clutching a pair of piss soaked knickers
and watching a dirty video really was something else.

   I'd watched porn movies before, always with the sound turned right down
and a fear that I'd be caught but this time I'd thrown caution to the wind.
What I was watching was real, not some actors going through the motion, no
matter how realistically.

   Rosa's knickers had landed a couple of steps below where her jets of
piss had landed but by the time I'd collected them the slightly yellow
liquid had reached the material and a little had been absorbed.  I'd not
even hesitated to pick them up and only the fear of being caught had
stopped me sniffing them right there on the school steps.

   I'd scampered back to mom's car and dropped them in my bag along with
the video camera and headed for the wargames club.  I'd wanted to head
straight home but I didn't want to answer any awkward questions that doing
that would have generated.

   To say I was distracted would have been an understatement, I was barely
conscious of what was going on around me and I'd called it quits as early
as I could.

   Getting home I was pleased to find that Mom and Dad had gone to bed
early so I was undisturbed as I'd returned the things I'd `borrowed' to
their rightful homes and slipped into my bedroom clutching the illicit
knickers.

   The video was exciting and I stroked away as I watched, my excitement
reaching a peak as Rosa fired off her first stream.  I added my discharge
to hers in her knickers and slumped back in my chair as the video ran its
course in front of me.

   It would have been more exciting if the sound had been better but I
hadn't fitted the external mike to the video camera.  I'd only remembered
to leave the window open at the last minute so the camera could focus
properly.

   The final scene had the four women walking down the steps towards the
camera, their voices growing more distinct as they got closer.

   Clearly through the speakers I heard Natasha declare, "You know this is
even more fun now that I know who's watching!  "

   I watched wide-eyed as Kirsty, her face still red from embarrassment
nodded in agreement.

   Natasha giggled and looked around, "What do you think we'll be doing
next?"

   "I've no idea," responded Helen, "but I bet it's going to be fun."

   That was the last I heard as they moved out of the camera's field of
view.

   The knickers in my hand were suddenly like a lead weight as I processed
Natasha's words.

   They knew who I was!

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 7

   Talk about a conflict of emotions.

   One minute I was high as I reviewed everything that had happened so far
and then I was down in the dumps as I remembered that Natasha had said they
knew who I was.

   If they did what were they going to do about it?

   If you went on the little information I had, as in the two comments at
the end of the video they were going to carry on as they were.  The trouble
is, did I believe that?

   If I did then I could carry on presenting them with dares and enjoy the
results of my endeavours.  However, if I didn't, and let's face it, I was
naturally suspicious, what risk was I exposing myself to if I carried on?

   I didn't get a good night's sleep after watching the video and woke up
grumpy.  I wasn't looking forward to going to school but I wasn't going to
fake an illness to get out of it either.

   In the end I did what I was so good at and hid in plain view.  Most of
us shy kids know how to do that and I'm a master at it.

   It was at lunchtime that I decided that I wanted to press on regardless.
Yes they could 'out' me but that would be as embarrassing for them as it
was for me, and if things got really nasty I also had the pictures.

   With that in mind I settled down and considered my next dare.

   I'd copied the dares from my favourite websites onto my PDA and I sat
there in the corner of the library considering the options.  It was going
to be something that I'd written off as being too extreme, if they wanted
to play then let's push it to the limits and see what happened.

   Dare number seventeen looked like it would be interesting, the 'Get
Naked in Public' dare.  As in completely nude in a location where you are
going to be seen, the braver you were the more people would see you and the
closer they would be.

   I shook my head, I just couldn't see the girls doing this yet but it was
something to consider.

   Dare number twenty-five, the 'I Forgot My Keys' dare looked like another
one that I'd enjoy.  Place your car keys at least two hundred metres from
your car and then return to the car.  Remove your clothes and lock them
inside.  All you have to do now is retrieve your keys and you're free to
get dressed again.

   I could just see the girls dashing across the parking lot at the mall in
the nude but, once again, I figured it was too extreme.

   So what did that leave me with?

   I read the dares again and an idea began to form, I could combine two of
the dares and produce something that would be risky but not outrageous
enough for them to refuse.  Well that was my thoughts.

   Dare thirty-three was called the 'Naked Night Club' dare and you were
supposed to check all your clothes and not just your coat and then spend
the rest of the night in the nude.  As the website pointed out there were
fetish clubs that allowed this sort of behaviour so it was a possibility.

   Dare thirty-six was the 'Clothes Swap' dare and in this one you needed
an equal number of men and women and names were drawn at random and the
picked couples had to go outside and swap all of their clothes before
returning.

   I mentally pushed the idea around for a while but nothing different
emerged.

   The dare would be go to the nightclub and at a given time swap clothes.
I called up the word processor on the library computer and began typing out
the dare.  I modified it several times until I came up with a final version
that I thought they'd enjoy.  I knew I would if I got to watch them do it.

   'Ladies, your next dare is to go to Tiffany's Nightclub on Friday night
and at eleven o'clock precisely Helen is to swap her dress with Natasha and
Rosa is to do the same with Kirsty.  Just so that things are kept sane we
will make it that only your dresses need to be exchanged but as you will be
exposing your bodies so I'd suggest that you wear sexy lingerie.'

   'If you manage this without any mishaps then at midnight Helen can swap
dresses with Rosa and Natasha can do the same with Kirsty'.

   'In case you've lost track that means that Helen will end up wearing the
dress that Kirsty arrived in and Rosa will be wearing Natasha's.'

   'The forfeit for failure is extreme in that you will be required to
distribute a picture of yourself without any clothes; the picture doesn't
have to feature your face.  If you have difficulty finding such a picture
I'm sure I'll be able to assist.'

   I studied the screen and balked, the forfeit sounded too much like a
threat so I removed it and then printed out four copies.

   Once I'd put them into named envelopes I slipped two into Natasha's
locker and two into Kirsty's.

   All I had to do now was wait and see what would happen.

   ---oOo--

   I arrived home on Friday night and made a surprising discovery, the
spare phone, the one I used to contact Helen had received a text whilst I
was out.

   I read it and chuckled; 'Short notice but yes' was all it said.

   Friday had been an interesting day for me.  I'd managed to get over the
funk I'd been in on Thursday and had started to pay attention to what was
going on around me and one thing had become clear.  The two girls were
watching me as much as I used to watch them.  It appeared that they had
decided I was the one giving them the dares but it was also apparent that
Kirsty was flirting and Natasha wasn't.

   I don't know how you'd describe what Natasha was doing.  Eye contact was
being made but whereas Kirsty would blush and drop her fluttering eyes
after a moment Natasha was, challenging I suppose was the best description.
I'd frowned back at her a couple of times and she giggled before dragging
Kirsty away each time.

   It had gone on all day and I was getting annoyed with the pair of them
by the time we knocked off.  Only the fact that they hadn't said whether
they were going to do the dare tonight stopped me from saying something as
we were leaving.

   If I'd know the text message was waiting for me I might have made more
of the issue, as it was I needed to get ready for a night out.

   In case you hadn't realised it yet this was something unusual for me,
I'm not the sort of person who gets out a lot.  I figured that I'd need to
get there early to see what was happening and to stake out a place from
which I could watch what was going to happen.

   One thing I hadn't thought of was that I wasn't going to be able to take
the camera with me, the best I was going to be able to do was to take my
phone.  The camera it had wasn't the best and in all probability it would
be next to useless in the dark confines of the club but if I didn't have it
then I'd miss any opportunities that were presented.

   By eight o'clock I was outside Tiffany's and discovering another
problem. I wasn't old enough to get in!

   I watched as the doorman stopped several people and asked for ID,
several of them were turned away after refusing to produce the relevant
documentation.

   Shit!

   I hung around and kept an eye on proceedings, there had to be a way past
the guard dogs.

   I suppose I got lucky when a bunch of drunks arrived.  They were members
of a stag party and according to them they'd been partying since leaving
work at five o'clock.  Now they wanted to show the groom the totty he was
giving up tomorrow.

   The doormen refused to let them in, stating loudly that they were too
drunk to enter the club.  A bit of a scuffle ensued that involved the stag
party trying to push their way in and the doormen pushing back.

   Seeing a chance I slipped around the back of the skirmish and in through
the doors.

   I glanced back to see if I'd been spotted but could see any signs of
pursuit, still grinning at how I'd got in I paid the cover charge and
entered the main room.

   It was dark, loud and at first seemed totally chaotic.  I stepped to one
side and allowed myself time to get used to the noise and flashing lights.

   Within minutes things didn't seem as confusing as they had been
initially.  There were two bars that I could see against the two outer
walls and the main dance floor, unoccupied at the moment was in what can
best be described as a pit.  Around the pit were various alcoves containing
tables and benches, a few of which were already occupied.  All of the walls
had a shelf fastened to them and barstools bolted to the floor alongside.

   I continued to look around and frowned, maybe this wasn't such a good
idea after all.  I was going to have to remain right by the doors to spot
the women arriving and then hope that they could find somewhere to carry
out the dare that I could see.

   I went to the bar and got a mineral water before heading back to one of
the barstools I'd seen earlier, all I could do now was relax and wait.

   ---oOo--

   Just before ten there was a rush of people through the doors, the
majority of them women as they were given free admission until that time.
My four girls were in that rush and I was lucky in that the sudden influx
of women had got me paying attention again, if they'd come in ten minutes
earlier without any fanfare there was a good chance I'd have missed them.

   Why you ask?  Because I was that bored I was almost falling asleep.

   Bored?

   Have you ever tried sitting in a nightclub; on your own; drinking
mineral water?

   I took one look at the four of them and sucked in a lung full of air,
talk about hot to trot, any boredom I'd been feeling was washed away in a
flood of hormones.

   All four of them were dressed to kill and I would happily play the
willing volunteer for a chance to be the victim.

   Helen was in a gold coloured mini-dress with a black elasticised belt
that pulled it in tight around her waist.  The front was held together
loosely by a black cord that laced the two sides that covered her boobs.  I
say loosely because I could see more than a handful of her tits every time
she moved.  Her daughter was in a sage green mini-dress that was secured
around her throat in a black choker.  Her sides were on display through two
large keyhole cut-outs.

   I blinked as I took in Rosa's dress, it was red, bright red and was held
up by spaghetti straps.  The front plunged in the direction of her navel
and her large tits were giving anyone who looked the impression that they
wanted to escape.  A sparkling necklace was the only thing that attempted
to drag a man's eyes away from her cleavage and it was failing miserably in
that task.

   In contrast Kirsty looked almost modest in comparison to her companions.
That's not to say she was in any way lacking, just that her burgundy dress
with its net inserts seemed restrained compared with what the other three
were wearing.  Like her mother she was wearing a sparkling necklace that
nestled between her boobs, in this case drawing the eye in that direction.

   I sipped my warm water to moisten a suddenly dry mouth and dragged in
another lung full of air as the four of them looked around.

   Natasha caught me staring and nudged Kirsty before the two of them
giggled and gave a little wave.

   I closed my eyes and shook my head, so much for remaining discrete.

   Helen gathered the group together and headed for one of the smaller
alcoves.  Luckily I could see them from where I was sat so I didn't have to
move and make myself more obvious than I'd already managed to do.

   For the next hour I watched as the four of them danced and enjoyed
themselves in their own little space.  Helen and Rosa took it in turns to
make the trip to the bar and to act as sheepdogs for the younger girls. 
Various two-legged wolves circled the group and tried to separate an
individual at times but these attacks were all to no avail.

   As the clock approached eleven the girls slowed down a little,
congregating near to the front of the alcove.  They were moving just enough
to ensure that no one had an opportunity to squeeze past them.

   As the digits on my watch switched to indicate eleven Helen looked over
at me and gave me a friendly wave.  She reached back and took her
daughter's arm before leading her into the recess.

   "Shit!" I hissed out loud, I glanced around but my exclamation had gone
unnoticed.

   I was that distracted that I nearly missed the action as Helen and
Natasha stepped back into the alcove and each of them quickly peeled off
their dresses.

   My jaw dropped as Helen passed her dress to her daughter and my
amazement didn't diminish as I watched Helen wriggle into Natasha's dress.
I missed Natasha's change completely as I continued to watch Helen as she
ran her hands over the dress to smooth out any wrinkles and rejoined Rosa
in the opening.

   Rosa didn't waste any time in beckoning for Kirsty to follow her as she
slipped back into the gloom.  My eyes were riveted to the action as she
flicked the thin straps off her shoulders and allowed the dress to fall to
the floor.

   I held my breath as her gaze picked me out across the room before she
bent forward from the waist and picked up the flimsy bit of red material at
her feet.  Her tits went into rock 'n' roll mode as she rocked her
shoulders gently from side to side as she recovered the dress from the
floor.

   By the time I managed to get my heart, brain and eyeballs functioning as
a team again she was pulling her daughter's dress over her head and
covering her truly wonderful body.

   I flicked my gaze over to Kirsty for a quick look just as she dropped
the dress down to cover her body.  I spotted that she was wearing white
lacy knickers but to be honest they could have been Victorian bloomers for
all I cared at that moment.

   The four of girls lined up across the entrance to the alcove they had
made their own and blew me a kiss.  I sat frozen on the stool knowing that
I was well and truly busted.

   I was rock hard as well but that's a completely different matter and not
something I could do anything about at that particular moment.

   After a couple of minutes of simply watching the women sway to the music
I started to get control of my body, the immediate swelling had started to
recede and my breathing was slowly coming back to something approaching
normal.

   Then it all went to pot as Helen left the group and walked directly
towards me.  I sat there like a rabbit in the headlights; mind you they
were pretty good headlights given the fact that Natasha must be at least a
dress size smaller than her mother.  Helen's nipples were making a pretty
pronounced statement in the front of that green dress.

   Helen came to a halt right in front of me and leant forward, she put her
mouth right up against my ear, and her hot breath teased me before she
began to speak.  "I'm so glad to make your acquaintance, " she paused
dramatically, "Thomas."

   I cringed as her warm breath continued to batter away at my tortured
body leaving me totally defenceless.

   "Please stick around, I'm sure you'll enjoy our next performance," she
said and I groaned out loud.  How I didn't come in my pants there and then
I'll never know.

   I guess I was dribbling like an idiot.  I know my jaw was open because
as Helen stepped back she used her finger to close my mouth for me.

   She gave me a grin and mouthed, "Bye," before turning and taking a slow,
undulating walk back to the rest of the girls.  My eyes never left her
enticing rear for a moment as she crossed that short distance.

   Ten minutes later and I spied Natasha heading my way, this time I
groaned before she got near me.  I wasn't sure if I'd survive another
torture session.

   "Hi, Tommy," she'd gushed, "Are you enjoying yourself?"

   I could only nod in response; my upper brain functions seemingly absent
for some reason.  All the time she was talking she continued to sway in
front of me.

   "I know I am," she declared her eyes shining brightly in the dim light.

   "I am so looking forward to seeing Rosa in my dress," she said with a
smile and then, like her mother she turned and left me sat there.

   The mental image of Rosa in the little dress that Natasha had arrived
in, the one her mother was now filling to bursting point was pushing
everything else out of my mind.

   I glanced at my watch nervously; who would be next, Kirsty or Rosa?

   It was Kirsty.

   The way she crossed the short distance that separated us was much less
provocative than the way either Helen's or Natasha's had approached me. 
She appeared almost hesitant but she still appeared in front of me bang on
time, ten minutes after her friend.

   She looked at me with those big, dark eyes, her brows furrowed and she
asked, "Are you really enjoying this, you know, giving us dares like this?"

   Talk about a stupid question!

   What was there not to like about having four beautiful women performing
for you?

   "Absolutely," I responded, my voice apparently happy to return from
wherever it had been hiding.

   "I've always thought 'you' were sexy," I continued with a smile, "and
seeing you like this just confirms it." I took the time to give her a
lingering look before adding, "The rest," I waved my arm to encompass the
room and the other girls, "is just the icing on the cake."

   Her eyes got doe-like, "You're not going to, you know, cause any, uhmm,
trouble or anything, are you?" As she asked the question her expression
drifted from innocent to worried.

   "No way!" I declared forcefully.  "Why would I want to spoil something
I'm enjoying as much as you are." I glanced down at her bust, her stiff
nipples showing through the red material, "Well, nearly as much as you
are."

   She smiled and seemed to reach a decision; she lifted her hands and
cupped her boobs, exposing the swell of her breasts in the plunging
neckline of the dress, "You really think I'm sexy?"

   Reverting to type I failed to stifle a groan.  "Any sexier and you'd be
arrested," I managed to gasp but it seemed to be enough.  Kirsty turned
away and I held my breath as she walked across the room, her hips rocking
from side to side seductively.

   I started to breathe again when she disappeared into the darkness of the
alcove.  If I didn't dump this load soon I was going to be walking
bow-legged by closing time, if I was able to walk at all!

   By the time Rosa was making her way across the room to where I was
sitting I knew I was in serious trouble.

   There was no hint of the rabbit in the headlights this time; instead I
felt more like the sacrificial goat staked out for the man-eating tiger. 
Seeing the way she was licking her lips as she approached me I knew I was
the top item on her menu.

   Her opening gambit scared the crap out of me, "So you think my innocent
little daughter is sexy, do you?"

   I froze for a moment and simply nodded in response; any other answer
would have been a lie and I'm sure would have cost me my life there and
then.

   She lifted her hands like her daughter had done and gently squeezed her
breasts together, I swallowed as I watched her pinching her stiffly erect
nipples through the material of the dress.

   "And what do you think of her mother?" she asked looking me full in the
face.

   "She's a Goddess," I breathed; and then stared at her in shock.  Where
the hell had that come from?

   She cocked her head to one side, her gaze drifting all over my body, her
hands still mauling her own tits.  "Yes," she declared, "I think you'll
do."

   With that she dropped her hands to her side and turned away from me.  I
blindly picked up the remains of my mineral water and gulped it down, the
lukewarm liquid snapped me back to reality as it failed to quench my thirst
or really moisten my lips.

   Standing was difficult, I'd been in one position for too long and my
dick was like an iron bar jammed down my trousers.  I turned to face the
wall and struggled to move it to somewhere more convenient and then headed
for the men's room.

   I had a rock hard cock that needed to be beaten into submission if I was
going to survive the night and I didn't have long to do it in.

   Beating off in the men's room is not something I'd recommend but after
what I'd just witnessed it was either that or fill the insides of my
trousers.  Filling my trousers was something I didn't want to risk
happening especially in front of four such beautiful women.

   With five minutes to spare I was back on my barstool, I'd collected a
large glass of mineral water and another of ice on my way past the bar and
felt I was now ready for anything.  The feeling of relief at dumping a load
had removed a lot of the frustration I'd been subjected to and now it was
being replaced by a sense of anticipation as I waited to see what was going
to happen next.

   Ten minutes later and what can I say, for all of the build up that went
before the event the actual swap was, I don't know, call it disappointing.

   Don't get me wrong, seeing the girls bodies as they exchanged clothes
was just as tantalising as it had been earlier.  Kirsty was beautiful and
the sight of Rosa almost bursting out of Natasha's dress was something to
behold and more than one person had paused when they saw her.

   But for all that there was something missing, the thrill wasn't as hot
as it had been an hour ago.

   That's not to say that there weren't other things of interest going on
at the time.

   A blond girl saw Rosa and Helen swapping dresses and shrieked, her
finger pointing towards the alcove.  I cringed at first expecting a swarm
of bouncers to appear, that was until she whipped her own top up and waved
her tits around.  The group she was with gathered around her, cheering and
clapping until she covered up, then a red head with them stepped into the
centre of their circle and slowly pulled her mini skirt up, dancing to the
music and the cheers.  She did a couple of turns with her skirt around her
waist before pushing it back down and joining the circle.

   I chuckled at their antics, it looks like performing is a contagious
disease and a quick glance at 'my' girls showed that they'd enjoyed the new
girls' performances.  A couple of other girls in that group took a turn in
the centre but they were moving away from me and I didn't get to see much.

   My girls didn't stay much longer after they'd completed the dare.  Helen
gathered them together and led them towards me.

   She came to a halt in front of me and, after a momentary pause lent
forward and kissed me on the cheek.  "Thank you," was all she said as she
moved away.

   Natasha stepped into the space vacated by her mother and gave me a peck
on the lips.  "I hope you've got more things for us to do," she said before
skipping after her mother.

   Kirsty was the next to step forward, which she did with her head bowed,
"Thank you," she said and then launched herself at me.

   She took me by surprise and I was barely able to get my arms out in time
to catch her.  She pressed her lips to mine and for me time stood still.  I
could hear a moaning sound as we kissed but it was hard to tell whether it
was from her or me and I didn't have sufficient attention to figure it out.

   My hands rubbed her back and my, suddenly, hard prick was pressed up
against the softness of her tummy.  We cuddled and I didn't know what else
to do and, to be honest I didn't care if we carried on as we were.

   Her mother stepped forward and placed a hand on her daughter's shoulder,
"Enough," she said firmly, "at least make it appear as though he has to
chase you," she added.

   I looked like a goldfish as Rosa pulled Kirsty back, my mouth opening
and closing uselessly.  I heard Helen giggle and then I had Rosa pressed up
against me.

   She looked me straight in the eye, "Treat my little girl right and
you'll have the best of times," she said.  "Hurt her and you will feel
pain."

   I swallowed hard at her threat, for some reason I believed that this
woman was capable of carrying out anything she set her mind to and the
vision of my balls in her hand flashed before my eyes.

   "Do I make myself clear?" I heard her ask and my head nearly fell off I
was nodding that hard.

   "Good," she said and then pulled me forward and down, burying my nose in
her cleavage.  I didn't know whether to breathe, bite or swallow and in the
end did nothing; I just wallowed in the warmth and pleasure of that
position

   When she let me up she was smiling, "That's a sample of the sort of
thing that a good boy will get."

   I swallowed again and being unable to speak though I managed to offer a
tentative smile.

   She returned my smile before turning away to join the rest of the group.
She held out her hand seeking that of her daughter and I sat there bemused
as the four of them headed for the exit.  Their hips were swinging and
their bodies were swaying, all in dresses that fit none of them but exposed
their bodies in various ways for all to see.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 8

   The weekend was a series of highs and lows as I tried to get my head
around what was going on.

   One thing was for sure; if I wanted Kirsty as a girlfriend all I had to
do was ask.  Why she'd want a geek like me when she could have just about
anyone in the school was one of the things I couldn't get my head around
and that had me thinking that she might be playing games with me.

   But if all she was doing was playing games why was her mother joining
in?

   And what about her mother, was that a come-on she'd given me on Friday
night, or some sort of trap?

   I'd gone for a walk around the mall on Saturday and had ended up in the
same coffee shop I'd watched the girls do the dare from.  I sat there
watching the world go by and thinking deeply about the future and me.

   To date I hadn't decided what I wanted to do with my life and part of
that had been a reluctance to take a chance with girls.  I'd seen what
happened to my friends when they were shot down after plucking up the
courage to ask a girl out and I didn't want that to happen to me.

   Thinking about it now I realised that in most cases the result was a
foregone conclusion, the nerd propositioning the cheerleader wasn't going
to work.  On those occasions when the guy had asked a girl who had the same
sort of expectations as we did he'd been received enthusiastically.

   I suppose it just went to show that like should mix with like, but if
that was the case why did Kirsty want me?

   If we took it that Kirsty was being honest and she really did want me as
a boyfriend we came to the matter of the dares.  Did I really want my
'girlfriend' flaunting her all for the world to see?

   Who was I trying to con?  Of course I did!  The kick I got from watching
her blush as she exposed herself was simply out of this world.  If that
weren't going to be part of our relationship I'd feel short-changed and
would end up pressing her to go ahead and do things like she'd already
done. If I did press then we would, no doubt, end up with her holding me
responsible for making her life a misery and causing the collapse of
whatever relationship we had.

   I was banging my head against a brick wall of my own making.  No matter
how I looked at it I didn't know enough of how she felt to decide how she'd
react.  The only thing I could do was press ahead with the dare game and,
when I got the chance, ask her to go out with me.

   Walking home the long way I decided I wanted a dare that was just for
me, a dare that we could do at school, that was relatively safe, but
possibly embarrassing.  By the time I reached home I'd come up with an
idea, one I'd run by Helen tomorrow and see what she thought.

   ---oOo--

   I managed to hold out until just after three o'clock on Sunday afternoon
before I gave Helen a call, hoping as I keyed in her number that she'd be
available.

   She picked up quickly and seemed happy to hear from me though she was
surprised when I said, "Hi, Helen, it's Kevin."

   "Kevin?" she asked.

   "You know who I am so there's no point pretending otherwise, is there?"

   "I don't suppose there is," she admitted.  "What can I do for you,
Kevin?"

   Rather than jumping straight to the dare I told her that I needed some
information from their side of things.  I started asking questions about a
few of the things that had been troubling me for the last couple of days.

   "What does your husband think about what's going on?" I asked.

   There was silence for a good ten seconds before Helen replied, "He's not
even noticed," she said and then sighed.  "Alan is wrapped up in his work
and his weekends are spent networking with potential contacts," she paused,
"So today he left at eight and won't be back from the golf club until six
at the earliest."

   I didn't know what to say and was taken by surprise when Helen said,
"Thank you for worrying about me but there's really nothing to worry
about."

   I decided there and then that Alan Young was a plonker, no matter how
good he was at whatever it was he did.

   "Will Rosa be having any problems?" I asked.

   "Oh, no," said Helen, "she's divorced and has been for five or six years
now.  Her ex-husband couldn't live with the pressure." Helen snorted, "If
he'd pushed back he'd have been surprised at the results but he didn't,
preferring to run off with his secretary."

   It was my turn to respond with, "Oh."

   Helen chuckled in my ear, "Given that we're not going to get into any
trouble by carrying on," she said.  "What is it you want us to do?"

   "I was thinking of a dare for the girls but...," I paused as I
considered making it a general dare.  "Helen, what do you do when Natasha's
at school?"

   "Work of course, what did you think I did, laze around all day?"

   To be honest I hadn't given the matter any thought at all up until that
moment and I admitted that.  "To tell you the truth, Helen I hadn't even
thought about it," I chuckled, "I guess I figured someone as good looking
as you wouldn't need to work."

   She barked a laugh back at me, "Pack it in, I'm old enough to be your
mother."

   "Maybe," I replied, "but that doesn't answer my question.  What do you
do?"

   "I work part time in Dunwoody and Bradstreet, the solicitors, as a legal
clerk," she said, "Why?"

   "Just a minute," I said as the expansion idea took hold, "Do you know
what Rosa does?"

   I had a mental image of Helen looking to the ceiling as she answered me.
"Yes, she's a team manager with the Abram Financial Advisors.  That's why I
pick Kirsty up after school as Rosa doesn't finish until five at the
earliest."

   I grinned, "So it wouldn't be unusual for either of you to wear a white
blouse to work then, would it?"

   "Nooo," replied Helen cautiously.

   "Then the dare is to go to work or school tomorrow without a bra on." I
paused to see if there was any immediate reaction, when there wasn't I
continued, "The blouse you wear must be thin enough to display your charms
if someone looks without being so shear that you end up getting you into
trouble over it."

   "Uhmm," was all Helen said when I finished.

   I chuckled before adding, "In the case of the girls I will inspect them
at home time and if the blouses are not of an acceptable style they will
have to remove the offending item before they leave school.  In your case I
will inspect you outside when you pick them up and if it fails the test you
will have to remove the blouse before you can drive home."

   "Ohhhh," gasped Helen.  "I like it," she added softly, "but what about
Rosa?"

   "How about I meet her somewhere on her way home?" I said.

   "I'll have to check where, but that sounds workable," said Helen.

   "Glad you like it," I said.

   "Oh, I do," said Helen.

   "You don't think it's too risqué for school, do you?"

   "No, if anything it's too tame," said Helen firmly.  "The girls will
probably keep their blazers buttoned all day."

   "Uhmm, that's not really in the spirit of the game, is it?" I said. 
"How about we add something like they have to hold their jackets open
whenever they see me?"

   "That's not going to look right if you're sharing a class, is it?"
replied Helen.  "But we could make it that they have to open their jackets
whenever you ask them too?"

   "Great," I responded, "We'll do that then."

   Helen chuckled happily, "I'll tell everyone and let you know where Rosa
will meet you after work."

   "Thanks," I replied before hanging up.

   For once I was really looking forward to going to school on a Monday.

   ---oOo--

   I was that keen to get to school that I overslept, which put me late
starting my paper round and from then on it was a struggle to make up time.
Instead of my usual leisurely stroll to school, with time to catch up on my
notes, I made it with about two minutes to spare before the girls were due
to arrive.

   I was still puffing as Helen's Trailblazer pulled up by the school
gates. Three doors were flung open and as Helen stepped out carefully from
the drivers door Natasha and Kirsty burst out of the back.

   I was not surprised to see that the girls had their blazers fastened but
what was more intriguing was that Helen was wearing what I'd describe as a
business suit.  You know the sort of thing, short dark skirt and matching
jacket.  What made it interesting was that she didn't have the jacket
fastened and when she spotted me she casually waved, an action that caused
the jacket to flap open and her breast to appear.  Yes a thin white layer
of material covered it but there was no way that it could move like that if
it was encased in a bra.

   I managed to wave back before she shooed the girls away and hopped back
into her car.

   As she drove away I turned my attention to Natasha and Kirsty, who in
turn were approaching me slowly.

   Kirsty looked at me shyly when she got close enough to talk, "Mum said
she'd see you outside the mall at six o'clock this evening."

   "Thanks," I replied.

   "My mom said that we have to open our jackets for you whenever you ask,"
said Natasha.  "Do you want us to do it now?" she asked with a grin.

   Before I could answer the first bell sounded and we all looked towards
the school.

   I sighed, "Yes, I would, but we don't have time unfortunately." I
managed to smile at Kirsty, "I'm glad you're playing along," which caused
her dark complexion to take on a cherry glow.  "I'm really looking forward
to having a look at your...  blouse."

   Kirsty's blush got brighter and Natasha choked out, "I bet you are!"

   I nodded towards the school, "Come on, the last thing we need is to be
late." With that we all headed for our registration rooms, unfortunately we
were in different classes so I'd have to wait until much later to get that
first peep.

   I saw the girls a couple of times as we switched classes during the
morning but never close enough or for long enough to make good on my threat
to have them give me a flash.  One thing did stand out and that was as I
was entering the last class before lunch I could see the two girls walking
down the corridor, Natasha looked back at me and then, with a cheeky grin
she dropped her hand onto Kirsty's ass and gave it a squeeze.

   I bounced off the doorframe as I entered the room, the picture of
Kirsty's bum cheeks being groped indelibly burnt into my mind.

   I was tempted to go and sit with the girls at lunchtime but that would
have raised too many questions amongst their friends.  It was an issue I
was going to have to talk to Kirsty about as well before I could ask her
out.  Although that didn't worry me very much it was terribly important to
a lot of the girls, especially the pretty ones like Natasha and Kirsty.

   Instead I got a table a couple of rows further across and got lucky, as
they were the first to reach theirs.  They put their trays down and looked
across to me and as soon as they did I did the old 'it's a book' charade
action and looked pointedly at their fastened blazers.

   Natasha giggled and without hesitation she undid the two buttons holding
her jacket closed and flicked it open, rocking her shoulders to get her
breasts in motion.

   I blushed a little and turned my attention to Kirsty who had sat down
and was staring at me across the empty tables.

   She gave a slight smile and then opened her jacket just enough to expose
her boobs.  Unlike Natasha she didn't cause them to swing, she followed her
mother's example and cupped one in each hand and gave them a squeeze.

   I groaned and could feel my face burning up even more than it had been.
Still smiling at me Kirsty re-fastened her blazer and turned her attention
to the other girls who began arriving at the table.

   I've no idea what was being said over there but I could hear Natasha
giggling loudly, I just hoped that I wasn't the subject being made fun of.
I finished my meal and as I left the food hall I could still hear Natasha
giggling away, that was enough to get me thinking nasty thoughts for the
next lesson, one that I shared with both girls.

   Mr.  Jarvis, Kirsty's dream teacher waved us all to our study desks, his
lecture over and retired to the safety of his desk.  In truth we'd finished
the core work and were now into the revision stage, ready for the exams at
the end of the year.

   I smiled at Natasha and pointed at one of the empty desks, "Why don't
you come and join me?"

   "OK," she said catching hold of Kirsty, "This should be fun," she said
just loud enough for me to hear.

   Wendy Sutcliffe dropped down next to Natasha seconds after we'd taken
our seats, "What are you sitting with him for?" She asked jerking her thumb
in my direction.

   "He knows what he's talking about," snapped Kirsty, "and I still intend
to pass this course.

   All of us looked shocked at her outburst, as she was normally so quiet.

   "What she said," added Natasha, "You want to join us?"

   Wendy looked horrified.  "You're going to study?" she gasped.

   Natasha and Kirsty nodded and I'm sure I looked smug, although I was
trying to keep my face straight.

   "Boring," droned Wendy before flouncing off.

   I watched her go and couldn't help the snort I let out.

   "What?" asked Natasha giving me a puzzled look.

   "She's wearing pink knickers," I replied.  "I just had a mental image of
how Wendy would have looked if she'd been doing the first dare you did."

   Kirsty went bright red but Natasha just spun around and looked at Wendy,
who was now bent over next to one of the other desks.  Even across the room
you could see the fluorescent pink of her panties.

   "God, she's such a slut!" announced Natasha.

   "Natasha," I said and then waited until she was facing me, "Open your
blazer."

   Her eyes went wide, "Here?" she asked.

   I nodded and Natasha looked around the room, I did the same and apart
from the odd individual who was staring off into space nobody was watching
us.

   Natasha took a deep breath, which strained her blazer before reaching
for the first button.  I held my breath as she worked down the front of her
jacket until they were all undone.  She held the lapels and looked at me
questioningly.

   I shook my head negatively, "Maybe later," I said then turned to Kirsty.
"Your turn."

   Kirsty didn't look up from the table but her hands didn't hesitate,
quickly unfastening her grey blazer before returning to the desktop.

   "Shall we revise?" I asked opening the book on the table before me.

   Natasha giggled, "We will," she said, "but will you be able to
concentrate?"

   "Of course I will," I replied with a grin, but then, I didn't say what
I'd be concentrating on, did I?

   In the end I actually did manage to get through some of my revision and
the girls were kind to me and didn't tease, well, not too much.

   As the lesson was drawing to a close I arranged to meet them outside the
girls' toilets in the main foyer of the school at finishing time to decide
whether they'd completed the dare.

   "Why there?" asked Natasha.

   "Well unless you want to take your blouse off in the middle of the
street I thought being close to the restroom would be a good thing," I
replied.

   Natasha looked shocked momentarily then opened her blazer wide and
asked, "You think this is too thick?"

   I looked and swallowed; her boobs were completely visible through a
material that can best be described as a fine net.  At this range she'd
passed for sure but I wasn't going to let her off that easily, "I don't
know," I said, "I'll have to have a close-up inspection before I pass
verdict." I glanced across to Kirsty, "Besides, I need to inspect Kirsty
too."

   The bell went for the end of the lesson and we all scrambled around to
pack up and leave, going our separate ways at the door.

   ---oOo--

   One thing I hadn't thought about when I suggested meeting outside the
girl's restroom was how it would look to people as they walked past.  More
than one of the girls gave me a strange look as I tried to look casual
lounging against the wall.

   Girl watching is always a pleasant experience especially when the
majority of them have gone down the short skirt route that the school
uniform allowed.  One of the most entertaining sights was watching two
girls, Alison and Amanda rush past.  Alison was near as damn-it six feet
tall and built like a stick insect but her skirt was as short as she could
get it.  In contrast Amanda must have just made it to five feet high and
was nearly as wide but she was truly girly shaped, it all went in and out
at the right places and her skirt was as short as Alison's.  Simply because
they were in a rush I got to see their knickers and to add to the enjoyment
they both knew that I had.

   The sudden burst of giggling and red faces forced me to look away, right
into the grinning face of Natasha who'd managed to sneak up on me when I
was distracted.

   "Enjoying yourself?" she asked.

   I coughed before managing to squeak, "Yes," in reply.

   "Good," she said and then stroked my cheek.

   I opened my mouth to say something, but I've no idea what it was going
to be and ended up standing there looking like a right plonker.

   Natasha giggled again and used the same finger to lift my jaw.  "You're
going to have to do better than that if you're going out with Kirsty," she
said.

   Kirsty!  I looked away from Natasha and there she was, right behind her
blond friend.  I had to work hard to keep my jaw from dropping open again.

   "We'll just wait for the rush to die down," I said stepping away from
Natasha, "and then I'll check you out."

   Natasha chuckled, setting her boobs in motion under her blazer.  "I
thought you'd done that already?"

   "Maybe," I replied with a grin, "but I'm always willing to give a second
opinion."

   We stood there passing the time, mostly with Natasha passing comment on
the various girls who passed by.  Surprisingly she had little that was
nasty to say about most of them though she insisted that Wendy, who gave
the three of us a curious look as she passed us, was still a slut.

   "Would you be interested?" she asked.

   I shook my head negatively.  I might have been, but not with Kirsty
listening to every word we said.

   "That's a good job," was all Natasha said.  She then looked around and
turned back to me with a raised eyebrow.  "When, now?"

   "Now," I said more firmly than I felt, "you both open your blazers fully
and I decide if you've completed the dare or not."

   Natasha smiled as she opened her blazer; she had no worries that she'd
more than met my requirements for exposure.  Beside her Kirsty didn't look
so sure and I have an inkling that I was going to agree with her from the
glimpses I'd got earlier.

   Natasha held her jacket wide open and I lent forward to get a closer
look, there was no doubt at all, you could see everything through her top.
I sighed, my warm breath washing over her breasts and began to rise.

   "What is going on here?" demanded a female voice behind me.

   I jolted upright, 'Oh shit!'

   ---oOo-- Chapter 9

   I didn't, I couldn't move.  My body remained frozen except for a growing
itch between my shoulder blades; a feeling that I was fervently hoping
would go away if I didn't physically move.  Yes, I know that's how rabbits
react when hit by a passing car's headlights but at that moment it was a
feeling I could totally associate with.

   "Turn around, Mr.  Hayles," demanded the woman's voice and my worst
fears were realised.  I closed my eyes in despair and turned slowly to meet
the bearer of my fate.

   "I presume you have an explanation for what I've just witnessed, Mr. 
Hayles?" she asked sternly when I was facing her.

   Nothing in my head was working as I looked at the woman stood before me.


   She was Ms.  Chandler, the vice-principal of the school and a stickler
for discipline.  I was actually surprised that she even knew my name, as
I'd never really had any dealings with her.

   "Well, Mr.  Hayles, I'm waiting?" she demanded when I didn't answer her
question.

   I tried, my mouth opened but nothing came out; I swallowed and tried to
speak again but no matter how hard I pushed nothing came out so I closed my
mouth.  I could hear the two girls shuffling behind me but they too
remained silent.

   "Nothing to say, Mr.  Hayles?  Then I think we need to go to my office."
She glanced over my shoulder; "You can come with us as well, ladies." She
gestured and I got my leaden feet moving, my mind still a block of ice as I
made my way the short distance across the entrance foyer to the
vice-principal's office.  Behind me I could hear Natasha and Kirsty and
then the steady clip, clip, clip.  Chandler's heels striking the tiled
floor.

   Ms.  Chandler was a woman in her mid to late forties, tall, slim and
very business-like.  She was often seen strutting around the school and
seemed to have an innate ability to appear whenever mischief was occurring,
to the detriment of the miscreants.  Today she was wearing a dark
sand-coloured suit, single-breasted with a short skirt.  It wasn't as short
as either of the girls' skirts but was of a fashionable length.  Under the
fitted jacket she wore a high necked black blouse.  Her dark hair was
pulled back in a bun exposing small drop earrings.  Dark framed glasses
completed a picture of restrained efficiency.

   Her office I discovered was very much like her in appearance, not quite
austere but definitely efficient with just the odd personal touch to break
up the sterile corporate look.  The three of us filed into the office and
lined up in front of her desk and waited quietly to see what was going to
happen next.

   Behind us the door clicked shut and then there was silence, a silence
that had me holding my breath for some reason.  The door opened once more
and Ms.  Chandler said, "I will be back in a moment, stay where you are and
keep quiet."

   The breath I'd been holding escaped noisily as I heard her walk away and
my body quivered as the tension was released.

   ---oOo--

   I looked across to the girl stood next to me; Natasha appeared ashen and
when I leant forward slightly to see beyond her I saw Kirsty stood silently
with her head bowed.  Natasha looked at me wide eyed and opened her mouth
to speak.

   I shook my head firmly, we'd been told to remain silent and I wasn't
going to give Ms.  Chandler anymore ammunition to use against us.  I turned
back to the front and tried to relax, slowly convincing myself that the
vice-principle was playing mind games with us and that I wasn't going to
succumb.

   The staccato clip-clip of her shoes striking the floor announced her
return from wherever it was she'd been.  She entered the room, paused
briefly to close the door and then walked around in front of us before
resting her derriere on the front of her desk.

   Without pausing she looked straight at me and asked, "So, Mr.  Hayles,
now that you've had time to collect your thoughts would you care to explain
to me what was going on out there?"

   I couldn't help glancing across at the two girls, their blazers hanging
open and, in the case of Natasha one of her nipples clearly visible through
her blouse and swallowed.  What excuse could I give to explain what I'd
been doing?

   "Well, Mr.  Hayles," snapped Ms.  Chandler breaking me from my stupor.
"Was it what it looked like?" she demanded, "some form of sexual
harassment?"

   I felt my eyes go wide at her accusation, 'Oh shit, I really was in
trouble this time'.

   "Ms.  Chandler," said Natasha, "It wasn't like that."

   "I wasn't speaking to you, Miss Young," barked the vice-principle.  "I
was asking Mr.  Hayles to explain why he was staring in such a lewd manner
at two of his classmates.  A stare that he would no doubt have been
mortified to be on the receiving end of himself."

   'Attack!  Damn you!  Attack!  It's your only hope,' screamed my mind as
I stood there on the edge of collapsing in a heap.

   "Who, may I ask said that I was staring in a lewd manner?" I demanded,
my mouth springing into action at last and trying desperately to sound firm
rather than snivelling.

   Before Ms.  Chandler could say anything in response I pressed ahead,
"What was going on was between consenting adults, was it not ladies?"

   I turned to Natasha and Kirsty and prayed silently that they would back
me up.

   Natasha was the first to speak, "That's what I was trying to explain,
Ms.," she said.

   Kirsty nodded in agreement but remained silent, I just hoped that Ms. 
Chandler took this as her agreeing with me.

   "I will accept," I continued, "that perhaps we were not carrying out our
business in the most appropriate of places." I raised an eyebrow in
question and then continued when she didn't respond, "but we were breaking
no rules and infringing on no one else by our actions."

   'God that sounded pompous even for me,' announced one half of my mind
whilst the other half screamed, 'Shut up you fool before you dig yourself
in too deep.'

   Ms.  Chandler didn't look convinced but she did lean back slightly
before continuing in a softer tone, "Then please tell me, Mr.  Hayles, what
exactly were you doing out there in the corridor?"

   I looked heavenward and sighed, it was time for the truth and I silent
prayed that it would be enough, though deep down I didn't believe it would
be.

   I looked straight into Ms.  Chandler's hazel eyes and said, "I was
ensuring that the two ladies had carried out a dare sufficiently well to
avoid a forfeit."

   Hopefully that should be bland enough to avoid having to reveal more.

   I watched as Ms.  Chandler looked Natasha up and down and the little
vixen stuck her chest out even more.  I cringed inside as her nipples stood
out like organ stops.  I'm sure the little minx was getting off on this!

   Ms.  Chandler shifted her gaze to Kirsty who thankfully stood there
silently with her head slightly bowed and her toes pointing inwards,
looking for all the world like a ten year old who'd been caught with her
fingers in the cookie jar.

   In my defence I noticed that her nipples were sticking out just as much
as Natasha's were.

   "A dare you say?" said Ms.  Chandler turning her attention back to me.

   "Yes, Ms.," I responded levelly.

   "Was this the first such event?" she asked.

   "Err, no there had been a few others." I responded nervously.

   The vice-principal rocked her head to one side, "Would you care to
elaborate?"

   "No," I replied, "I don't think that would be in anyone's best
interest." I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Kirsty had gone
bright red and Natasha was looking at me with wide open eyes whilst shaking
her head from side to side.

   The movement caught Ms.  Chandler's attention.  "I see," she said though
I doubt if she did.  If she could guess that Helen and Rosa had been
involved in our little game then we really were in the crap.  I swallowed
nervously and remained silent as Ms.  Chandler continued to study us.

   "Can I take it then that nothing like this will happen on school
property again?" she asked eventually.

   Natasha and Kirsty began nodding frantically.

   "Absolutely," added Natasha for emphasis.

   I looked from one girl to the other and then back to Ms.  Chandler.  She
smiled at them before waving towards the door, "You may go," she said, "and
make sure that I don't have any reason to see you again this year."

   The two of them scampered for the door and came to a halt as Ms. 
Chandler called out, "Just make sure that you are wearing bras tomorrow."

   "Yes, Ms.," responded Natasha and Kirsty nodded before dashing out of
the office.

   I made to follow the retreating girls but was brought up short.

   "Not you, Mr.  Hayles."

   Oh shit, what was I in for now?

   ---oOo--

   "Mr.  Hayles," began Ms.  Chandler after her office door closed behind
the retreating backs of the two girls, "Don't think for one minute that I
failed to notice that you didn't give me an assurance that this wouldn't
happen again."

   I tried to look innocent but that's hard to manage when you know you've
been caught.  My eyes dropped and I stared at the brass nameplate on her
desk, 'Elizabeth Chandler, Vice Principal'.

   "Now tell me, and you have my word that this will go no further," she
said sincerely, "How many other dares have you had those girls perform?"

   I looked up and considered saying nothing but I couldn't do it, not in
this situation.  "Several," I admitted, I couldn't put a number to it
because my brain wasn't working that well.

   "Always within the school?" she asked as she crossed back to her
starting position in front of her desk.

   "No," I said, "One was in the shopping mall and we've also done a dare
in 'Mr.  Smith's,' you know, the nightclub."

   "And if it hadn't been for my intervention?" She prompted as she leant
back against her desk.

   I must have been regaining my equilibrium because I noticed the way her
jacket tightened across her chest.

   "I was just trying to decide if they needed to remove their blouses
before they left school," I said.  "That was the forfeit for failing this
dare."

   "Had they failed?" she asked.

   I took a deep breath and looked Ms.  Chandler up and down.  It was clear
to me that this had gone beyond a disciplinary matter; the question was,
how far beyond?

   "Natasha hadn't failed but I'd decided that Kirsty had, her blouse was
just a shade too thick," I paused and watched as Ms.  Chandler rubbed the
toe of her right foot along the calf of her left leg.  "And as I try to
treat the girls the same they were both going to have to remove their
blouses before they could leave school."

   Ms.  Chandler gasped, "You'd have made them do that?" she asked,
"actually pay the forfeit."

   "Oh, yes," I replied my confidence growing as the conversation
continued. "One of the rules of the game is that failure to carry out the
forfeits brings the game to an end and I'm sure we're all enjoying
ourselves too much to want to end the game now."

   I didn't mention that there were two other players in our game and that
they seemed even more enthusiastic about it than their daughters.

   I watched as Ms.  Chandler ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, it
wasn't seductive, more of a nervous reaction.  We remained silent for
nearly a minute, her looking somewhere inside and me watching her reaction
and the second hand on the wall clock behind her head.

   "Tell me, Ms.  Chandler," I said as her eyes focused on me once more,
"Are you wearing stockings or pantyhose?"

   The silence was deafening in its intensity.  Ms.  Chandler stared at me
in what I took to be shock, her mouth opened and closed a couple of times
but nothing was said.  I returned her gaze as shocked, as she was, I know
I'd been thinking that she was interested in our game but I'd not
considered asking her to join in.

   Her tongue reappeared and flicked over her lips rapidly several times,
like a snake sensing danger.

   "Pantyhose," she replied very softly.

   I nodded once and then smiled, "Then I dare you to wear stockings to
work," I said just as softly, "tomorrow," I added for clarification.

   The woman before me drew in a sharp breath to respond, paused, and then
let it out again without saying a word.  She blinked a couple of times and
then drew in another breath, "How would you tell if I'd, uhmm...  obeyed?"

   "I'd have to do an inspection," I said blandly.

   I looked her up and down blatantly, from the tip of her bun to the
bottom of her high-heeled shoes.  "You'd have to show me, wouldn't you?" I
improvised, "At lunchtime, here in your office."

   "And the forfeit?" she asked physically trembling as she waited for my
response.

   I looked around for inspiration and spotted a pickleball racket hanging
on the wall.  What could be more appropriate than six of the best for a
delinquent teacher?

   "Six of the best," I replied.  "Bent over your own desk.  With your own
paddle," I made each part a statement before finally indicating the trophy
bat hanging on the wall

   She glanced at the paddle, "You wouldn't?" she asked her eyes going
wider than I thought possible.

   I turned towards the door, "You'll find out tomorrow won't you?" I
replied confidently, a confidence I didn't really feel but it didn't matter
because I was leaving before she could challenge me.

   I could hear Ms.  Chandler breathing heavily behind me as I stepped
through the door, closing it quietly after I was safely through it.  I
slumped against the wall, physically drained, my knees shaking as I dragged
in a ragged breath.

   I'd asked a question when I'd heard Natasha and Kirsty talking about how
lucky could a guy get?

   I still hadn't found an answer, but I was going to keep looking until I
came up with some sort of answer...

   In the meantime I had better go and keep my appointment with a couple of
MILF's and find out if I had a girlfriend.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 10

   I rested against the wall for a couple of minutes before I staggered
upright and headed past the desk reserved for Ms.  Chandler's assistant and
the safety of the exit.  I was still shaking as I stepped out into the
sunlight and paused to allow my eyes to become accustomed to the
brightness. I glanced guiltily to the place the girls had peed before
taking a step forward.

   That was as far as I got before I was hit by two girls who wrapped their
arms around me and squeezed tightly.

   "What happened?" demanded Natasha.

   "Yeah," added Kirsty.  "What did the old bat want?"

   I broke free and had a quick look over my shoulder, "Come on," I said
heading down the steps with an arm around each, "I'll tell you when we're
out of school."

   The three of us walked quickly to the gates and then I was forced to
stop as Natasha rounded on me.

   "Well," she demanded, "how much trouble are we in?"

   "We're not," I replied.  "But she caught the fact that I hadn't promised
not to play any games in school."

   "So you've promised..." began Kirsty.

   I grinned, "No," I said.  "We got talking about the 'what's, why's and
wherefore's,' of the dares with me tap-dancing around the answers and she
seemed to forget to extract a promise from me."

   "You don't think we're going to carry on, do you?" asked Kirsty in
surprise.

   "Not in school," I replied pulling her in for a hug.  "But I'll carry on
playing the game if you want me to?"

   We all jumped as Helen's SUV pulled up alongside us and sounded its
horn.

   As we waited for her to get out, the football team went streaming past
having finished practise.  Several of the jocks gave me strange looks but I
was only aware of them peripherally as I was concentrating on Helen as she
got out of the car.

   Several of the boys called over to Natasha who responded with a casual
wave.

   Helen walked around the front of her car and I got my first close look
at how she'd gone to work, I was impressed.  I was starting to realise that
I had another perversion when it came to the way women dressed, I suppose
it could be best described as the archetypal business secretary, the one
who wore the short, tight skirt and matching jacket teamed with high heels
and, hopefully, stockings.

   I couldn't tell if Helen was wearing stocking but she filled the bill in
every other detail, especially when she opened the jacket to reveal that
she was wearing a similar top to her daughter's.  Up close, like I was now,
it looked like a thick stocking material but from a distance it appeared
white and passably decent.

   "So I pass then?" asked Helen after glancing pointedly at the front of
my trousers.

   "Yes, you do," I choked out.

   "How did the girls fare?" asked Helen releasing her jacket to allow it
to hang naturally, which was unfortunate from where I was because it
covered her boobs.

   "Well, I'd managed my inspection," I said, "but I hadn't been able to
present my findings before we were caught."

   "Caught!" exclaimed Helen her eyes widening.

   "Wait!" I demanded as Natasha and Kirsty started talking at twenty words
to the dozen.  "I'll explain."

   The two girls shut up but glared at me as if to ask what right did I
have to tell them what to do.

   I ignored the looks and told Helen what had happened exactly as the
girls had seen it and finished off with the same explanation I'd given the
girls.

   "You're sure there are going to be no comebacks?" asked Helen.

   I smiled, "Absolutely certain," I said.  Some of my confidence must have
been transmitted because Helen looked at me hard and then relaxed.

   "So, what had you decided?" she asked indicating Natasha and Kirsty.

   I smiled sweetly at the two girls in question, "Well Natasha had passed
easily," I said, "but I'm afraid that Kirsty didn't quiet reach the
required standard."

   "Ohhh," crowed Natasha before I could continue.

   "You were going to have her remove her blouse?" asked Helen.

   I nodded, "Yes, I was going to have them both remove their blouses in
the interest of equality but we're not allowed to play on the school
grounds anymore."

   Helen looked puzzled at my words but Natasha was hopping from one foot
to the other.

   "But we're not on school grounds anymore," she stated waving towards the
school gates behind us.

   "Wait," said Helen but Natasha ignored her.

   "You could make Kirsty do it now," said Natasha loudly.  "She can remove
her blouse right here," she said turning on her friend with glee.

   "You missed the key point," I said when Natasha had calmed down a
little. "I was going to make you both remove your blouses before you left
school."

   "Both!" gasped Natasha as Helen looked on almost sadly.

   "That's right, just like the Three Musketeers, you know, 'all for one
and one for all,' and all that."

   Natasha's eyes went wide and Helen snorted in the background as she
tried to choke back a laugh, she'd spotted the earlier inference I'd made
to the forfeit applying to both girls.

   Natasha was shaking her head from side to side in denial as Helen stood
there positively cackling at her daughter's distress.  I continued smiling
but turned my attention to the oldest of the Young women present.  "I
wouldn't laugh too hard," I said, "because you're one of the Musketeers and
now you're here too, aren't you?"

   Helen's eyes opened wide before her cheeks became suffused with a rosy
glow, she pointed a finger at me like a gun and managed to say, "Oh, you're
an evil bastard," between giggles.

   "That's a possibility," I conceded, "But the fact remains that as a
member of the Musketeers you've got to remove your blouse before you go
home so why don't you show these youngsters how it's done."

   I fixed her with my best evil grin and waited to see what would happen.

   Helen was rocking from side to side as she fought to contain what had a
chance of becoming hysterics.  Slowly she regained her composure and after
wiping away the tears from her cheeks she asked, "I take it you won't
object if I get back into my car first?"

   "Not at all," I said with a slight bow, "but you'll have to come back
here when you're finished," I added with a lecherous grin.

   She slapped me on the shoulder and slipped inside her car.  I was
tempted to watch but didn't, though I did enjoy the play of emotions across
her daughter's face as she saw her mother disrobing in a very public place.

   As the door opened to allow Helen to join us I slapped Natasha lightly
on her posterior, "Your turn."

   She glared at me before walking past the giggling Kirsty to the back
door of the SUV; I turned my attention to Helen who was smiling at the
interplay with Natasha.  "Did you have any problems at work?"

   "Nothing to speak of though my boss has suddenly realised that I'm a
woman," she replied.

   I frowned, "He didn't think you were?"

   Helen snorted again, "He's the same age as me and as far as he's
concerned any female over twenty-five is an old maid." She smiled, "that is
until he got a look at me when I bent over his desk this morning.  He's
been running around like a dog with two tails ever since."

   I cocked my head to one side, "And I bet you did nothing to encourage
him at all, did you?"

   She rocked her shoulders from side to side, which caused a certain
amount of motion even under her closed jacket, "No," she replied.

   I chuckled, "Of course not," I said before turning to Kirsty, "You'd
better get started or we'll never get home."

   Kirsty's cheeks went from red to almost purple but she didn't question
my instruction.

   Helen shook her head sadly, "She's got it bad."

   She spoke so softly that was all I heard and when I looked puzzled Helen
smiled knowingly but didn't say anything more.

   A short time later I eyed the three women who were lined up as though on
parade.  Only the knowledge that they'd all removed their blouses and were
topless except for their jackets made them appear different, it wasn't
something that a casual observer would notice.

   I grinned, "Are we still having fun?"

   "Uh huh," said Natasha nodding vigorously.

   "Are you?" I asked Kirsty.

   She nodded in reply before looking down once more.

   I shook my head in wonder and then eyed up Helen, "What about you?"

   "You better believe it," she replied then pulled me in for a hug.

   "Come on girls," she called after releasing me, "It's time to go home."

   Natasha jumped forward surprising me and gave me a peck on the cheek. 
"Bye," she said before running around to the far side of the car.

   Kirsty closed the distance between us slowly and after we'd stared into
each other's eyes for a moment she seemed to flow into my arms.  I hugged
her fiercely and whispered softly into her ear, "Should I ask you out?"

   "Yes," she replied just as softly before hugging me tighter.

   "Now," I gasped, "or after I've inspected your mother?"

   "You'd better speak to mum first," replied Kirsty releasing me, "but
she's not going to object."

   "Even if I tell her she's got to remove her blouse?" I asked curiously.

   Kirsty's eyes lit up, "Especially if you say something like that!"

   "Uhmmm," I murmured as I pulled her in close again and kissed her on the
cheek.

   We were interrupted by the sound of the SUV's horn and Natasha pounding
on the window.

   ---oOo--

   Rosa was late, not by much but enough to have me thinking that she
wasn't going to appear.  One thing I hadn't thought of was how I would look
loitering around on my own.  Several people favoured me with nervous looks
and the mall's security guard had spent the last ten minutes keeping an eye
on me from inside the building.

   His staring at me was making me nervous and I'm sure he'd finally
decided to come out and see what I was up to when Rosa pulled into the car
park.  I waved as she went by me and headed for where she was parking,
leaving the security guard to relax in the doorway.

   Rosa was driving a British racing green Jaguar X type that seemed, to me
anyway, a little masculine for someone who was so obviously a female.  It's
possible I was a little bit jealous as well but we don't want to go there,
do we?

   As I approached she thrust the driver's door open and swivelled her legs
outside, as she did her skirt fell open either side of her legs giving me
an excellent opportunity to view her legs.  The black wrap-around skirt was
matched to a short bolero style jacket that, with her dark complexion had
her looking vaguely Spanish.

   She rose from the car and her legs disappeared back inside her skirt as
I arrived, she stepped forward and kissed me on the cheek as a greeting
before slamming the car door shut behind her.

   "Shall we get a coffee?" she asked after moving back a little.

   I'd only intended to have a quick look at Rosa in her car and tell her
she'd got to remove her blouse but that plan had gone out of the window.  I
nodded my agreement and Rosa slipped her arm through mine and guided me
back towards the mall.

   The security guard gave me another funny look as I went by with an older
woman on my arm but the smile I caught at the end of it was more approving
than threatening.  Rosa led me to a coffee shop on the lower floor and
waved to one of the staff as we made ourselves comfortable.  She had the
comfortable bench seat and I was sat opposite her.

   "Coffee?" she asked me when the woman she'd beckoned towards arrived at
our table.

   "Black, please," I replied.

   "And I'll have a cappuccino," said Rosa to the young woman in the
burgundy polo shirt.

   As the waitress departed I didn't know what to do so I stayed silent and
waited for Rosa to make the first move, she in turn looked around the room
before smiling at me, "How did it go at school today?"

   I told her how things had happened, getting to the point where we'd been
caught just as the coffees arrived.  She was bouncing in her seat as the
girl took her time setting the cups down, "Would you like anything else?"
asked the waitress.

   "No!" snapped Rosa abruptly.

   I gave Rosa a scowl, then turned my attention to the girl, "No thank
you, we've everything we need."

   She gave me a friendly smile and, ignoring Rosa, went back to the
counter.  I turned back to Rosa who looked unhappy for some reason.  I
cocked my head to one side, "Is there a problem?"

   She shook her head, "You were telling me about getting caught."

   I continued with the tale right up until the three of us had met Helen.

   "Was Helen acceptable?" asked Rosa before I could tell her about making
the girls remove their blouses.

   "She was acceptable but as Kirsty had failed all three of them had to
remove their blouses," I said and sat back to see how she took the
revelation.

   "Right there, outside the school gates?" she asked.

   "Well I did let them use Helen's car but they had to get out again once
they'd removed the offending articles."

   Rosa was breathing heavily, "So you're going to tell me to take my
blouse off, aren't you?"

   "Not before you've been inspected," I replied.

   "Now?"

   I nodded, "Just open your jacket."

   Rosa released the single button holding the garment together and gave a
little shimmy.

   I smiled as her breasts wriggled around, her blouse was thinner than
Kirsty's but still managed to cover her up.  The net bodies that Natasha
and Helen had been wearing had her beat hands down.

   "Is this better than Helen's?" she asked.

   I grinned; she'd just given me the perfect excuse, "Not really," I
replied and watched as her face fell at my statement.  "Helen and Natasha
took things to the extreme so there was no way you'd have revealed more and
still been wearing a blouse."

   "So I've failed?"

   "You haven't failed," I replied, "If it had just been you doing the dare
I'd have declared a pass but, as I told the girls earlier, you're like the
three Musketeers."

   I waited as she tried to puzzle my clue out.  When she said nothing I
chuckled, "That's all for one and one for all.  One failed so you all have
to remove your tops."

   "Here?" she asked her eyebrows rising towards her hairline.

   "You can use the rest room," I said.  She started to rise but I stopped
her, "Let's finish our coffees first then we can leave as soon as you've
removed your top."

   She dropped back into her seat, "Are you going to ask Kirsty to go out
with you?"

   "That's one of the things I was going to speak to you about," I said
before taking a sip of my coffee.  "Will there be any problems with me
seeing your daughter given what is going on between us?"

   "None," said Rosa shaking her head.

   "You're aware that I could use the dare game to see her naked, or get
her to lower her defences," I said.

   "Yes," replied Rosa, "but she likes you and I believe you'll be good for
her." She smiled, "So far you haven't let me down and I don't see you
starting anytime soon."

   I was surprised by Rosa's answer; she seemed to trust me a lot more than
I trusted myself.  "So I should ask her out?"

   "Of course you should," replied Rosa before draining her cappuccino. 
"I'll go and remove my blouse, now,"

   She rose to her feet and headed for the restroom as I finished off my
coffee.  How she could be so matter of fact about taking her clothes off
because a young man told her too still amazed me.  I stood up when I'd
finished my coffee and moved over to the door, the waitress who'd served us
gave me a smile, which I returned without any qualms, it seems I was
gaining confidence from somewhere.

   I was still pondering that fact when Rosa appeared and grabbed my
attention.  For the trip from the car she'd been right next to me and apart
from the short time I'd seen her getting out of the car I hadn't had a real
chance to study how she was dressed.  As she walked, no make that strutted
towards me I had that opportunity and made the most of it.

   Her skirt came down to mid calf and wrapped over at the waist, the
bottom was forced open by her hose covered legs at each stride, exposing
her to mid-thigh.  I'm sure she was meant to be taking a smaller step to
minimise her exposure but Rosa loved every second of it.

   She held her head high and her shoulders back as the staccato sound of
her heels striking the terracotta tiled floor called attention to her walk.
The jacket had been under stress when she'd arrived but now, with so much
flesh on display I was willing the button holding it closed to give up the
struggle.

   Our waitress had also spotted Rosa's return and for a moment looked
puzzled.  Her eyebrow shot up and her eyes dropped to Rosa's now bulging
purse before rising again to the barely contained cleavage of her client.
The girl giggled and her eyes snapped around to me, I couldn't resist, I
gave her a wink before offering Rosa my arm for the walk back to her car.

   "What was that all about?" asked Rosa as soon as we were out of the
coffee shop.

   "She noticed your change in attire," I relied.

   "And she was giving you the eye."

   "If you say so," I replied guiding her towards the exit.

   "If you start..." she began.

   I stopped walking and Rosa twisted in my arm until we were face-to-face,
"Don't go there," I declared forcefully.  "I haven't been out with many
girls but those I have gone out with I've been faithful to.  If you're
going to question me every time I see or talk to another female we'll
forget the whole thing here and now."

   I stood silently, my arm still holding Rosa in place and waited for her
response.

   We must have stood there for over a minute, her looking into my eyes and
me waiting for her answer.  People moved around us as we stood like statues
but I was only aware of them peripherally, I was totally focused on the
older woman before me.

   A sigh escaped from deep down inside of her and her eyes dropped from my
face, "You're right," she said quietly, "It has to be that way."

   I released my grip on her arm and we both relaxed.

   She looked up and a tentative smile graced her lips, "Please forgive
me."

   I don't suppose there was ever any doubt that I would forgive her; after
all she hadn't actually done anything wrong, just worried about what her
daughter may have been getting into.

   "There's nothing to forgive," I replied returning her smile.  I offered
her my arm and we continued our journey to her car.

   Stood next to the parked vehicle she surprised me, "Would you like a
ride home?"

   I hadn't considered the idea before but it seemed sensible, "Sure."

   Rosa, I was learning was a tease who really loved to show off her body.
She actually waited until I was in the passenger seat before getting in
herself, and she made a real performance of it, stretching out her legs,
moving the skirt to the side and rocking backward and forward until she was
comfortable.

   I watched, making no effort to hide my interest.  I figured that if she
wanted to show off then I should at least show my appreciation.  The
thought that this was going to be my girlfriend's mother was sort of
strange, you'd have thought it would be inhibiting but it wasn't, the exact
opposite really.

   She chuckled as she started the engine, "You know, I haven't had this
much fun since I was in college."

   "No?"

   "No," she said before sticking the car in gear and beginning the task of
guiding us away from the mall.  "Niki, my ex, was very staid.  His idea of
excitement was watching the sport on television." She snorted, "I think the
idea of actually going to a game would have been too much for him."

   I kept my mouth shut and my eyes open and so would you have done as Rosa
did nothing to conceal her legs as she operated the various pedals.

   We pulled up at a red traffic light and she looked across, "Enjoying the
view?"

   "Of course," I replied letting my eyes drop to her legs, "but it could
be better."

   "It could," she said in a surprised tone.  "How?"

   It was my turn to grin, "You could open your jacket."

   Her eyes narrowed momentarily, "I couldn't," she said, but I noticed
that her hand was toying with the single button.

   "I dare you to drive me home with your jacket open."

   Rosa swallowed, her mouth opened and closed a couple of times but
nothing was said.  Her fingers flicked the button allowing her jacket to
open but her eyes never left my face and she never said a word of
agreement.

   The sudden sound of a horn behind us had us both jumping.  The lights
had changed to green and we were in the way.  Rosa returned her attention
to the road and pulled away, as she did so the movement of her arms allowed
her jacket to gape leaving me with a wonderful view of her far breast.

   I let her continue for a couple of minutes, her eyes fixed to the road
and simply took in the pleasure of watching her drive.

   "Is that all it's going to take," I asked, "just phrase things as a dare
and you'll obey?"

   Too many things had happened too close together for me to have any sort
of logical thoughts, I was reacting to events and vague suggestions and
comments I'd picked up since we'd started playing these games.  Helen had
passed comment about Rosa and her divorce; Kirsty had said something
similar when I'd asked her about her mother, and all these little pieces of
data had somehow created a whole that I'd acted upon.

   Asking Rosa if she'd obey me was simply my way of looking for
confirmation of that idea.  Rosa kept her eyes on the road and remained
silent, I did the same; I didn't want to distract her by repeating or
rephrasing my question.

   Her eyes flicked across to me a couple of times but neither of us broke
the silence and things remained like that until we hit the next
intersection.  With the car stopped Rosa turned to me, "Essentially,"
admitted Rosa, "the answer to your question is yes, though it could be
phrased a little better."

   She shrugged, which did interesting things to her chest but I couldn't
afford to be distracted just now.  I continued to pay attention to what she
said.

   "Why I'm like that, especially with you, I don't know." She turned to
face me and looked serious, "No matter how I feel though, I'm not going to
do anything that would interfere with your relationship with my daughter."

   I nodded, "So playing is fine," I said, letting my thoughts come out,
"but it'll go no further without Kirsty being involved."

   Rosa looked startled at how I'd phrased that limitation but I didn't
wait for her to contradict me.  "If I tell you to do something and she
doesn't object, you'll do it?"

   One second Rosa was shaking her head negatively, next she was nodding
slightly, "Oh, I don't know," she said in frustration.

   I chuckled, "Talk it over with Kirsty," I said, "She can tell me all
about it when we get together."

   Rosa nodded once more and then, as the lights turned green she returned
to concentrating on getting me home.

   ---oOo--

   Rosa wasn't the only one who had things to think about.  I remained
silent for the rest of the trip and, apart from continuing to ogle her body
I thought about what I'd just done.

   You have to remember that I'm a nerd; a geek; a swot; all those titles
that mean I have the social skills of a bull in a china shop.  Even talking
to a girl usually turned me into a tongue-tied, stammering idiot.  To do so
in private was even more of a threat as I couldn't run and hide in the
crowd.

   Yet here I was, in less than twelve hours having ordered a couple of
adult women around and even more surprisingly, having had them accept my
commands and, to really pop the cherry onto the top of the cake, I'd
managed it without falling apart.

   Talk about strange!

   Had I taken a bang to the head or something?  Was mum feeding me some
sort of drugs with my cornflakes?

   I snorted at that which attracted Rosa's attention; I waved her away and
returned to the problem.  What had happened and was it something I could
apply to the rest of my life?

   I was no nearer an answer when Rosa turned onto my road.

   "Just there on the left, the house with the blue gates," I said.  Rosa
pulled up outside the gates and silently turned to face me, the only sound
to be heard was the seemingly distance hum of the Jaguar's engine.

   "You really need to talk to your daughter," I said.  "If she is happy
with the things that you want then she can tell me so, if she's not, she
can tell me that also.  Whatever she decides is how 'our' relationship will
be."

   Rosa responded by nodding slowly, her eyes never leaving mine.

   I reached behind my back and unlatched the door, "I really hope she
agrees with you because you are gorgeous and it would be hard to give that
up."

   I didn't wait for a response but slipped out of the door, I ducked down
enough to get another look at Rosa's ample chest.  "Don't fasten your
jacket until you're inside your house," I ordered and winked before
slamming the car door shut.

   I stood there and watched as Rosa drove away, I didn't move until she
turned at the end of the road and disappeared from my view.  Grinning like
the proverbial Cheshire cat I headed up the drive.

   The front door was wrenched open and mum was there, "Are you all right?
Whose was that car?  You're not in trouble are you?"

   Boom, boom, boom, just like that; I was still blinking when she nearly
screamed, "Well?"

   "Well what?" I replied in shock.

   "Answer my question?" she demanded her hands on her hips.

   "Mum!"

   "Don't you Mum me, young man," she snapped, "Your tea is ready and
you've not been home since school was finished!  So what have you been up
to and who's was that car?"

   "Can I come in?" I asked.

   Mum stepped to one side but continued to glare at me.

   I sighed, I didn't mean it to be that loud but it just made Mum's look
even more ferocious.

   I made it to the living room where Dad was sat giving me a pitying look.

   "Well," demanded Mum behind me.

   "To begin with," I said, "I have been home and I've done my homework."

   I looked hopeful but Mum's expression didn't change.

   "The car belongs to Kirsty's mom.  She was giving me a lift home."

   Please, please let it go...

   "Who's Kirsty?" demanded Mum.

   "My girlfriend," I replied going red despite the potential danger.

   Dad chuckled from where he was sat and Mum spared the time to give him a
glare before snapping her eyes back to me, "Your girlfriend.  How long have
you had a girlfriend?"

   "Well, let me see," I said, "How about all day." I know it was dangerous
but I was in that sort of mood.

   "You're not too old to be put over my knee..." began Mum and I raised an
eyebrow and smiled.

   "Well maybe you are," she admitted her own face beginning to crack. 
"But in future I want you to let me know where you are and when you'll be
in if you're going to be late."

   "OK, Mum," I replied.  "Is it OK if I go and get ready for tea now?"

   "Yes, it is," she said before turning her attention to my Dad.  "As for
you...."

   I didn't hang around but headed for my room, I was half way up the
stairs before the idea of Mum looking out of the window and seeing Rosa
with her tits hanging out caused me to stop in my tracks.

   What would she have said if she'd seen my girlfriend's mom in the car
topless?  I shuddered; it didn't bear thinking about.

   ---oOo--

   Interlude

   I dropped my briefcase next to the occasional table at home; my keys
followed the same downward path, this time landing firmly in the table's
centre.  I sighed as I unfastened the three buttons holding my 'Gestapo'
coat shut.  As always the description brought a smile to my face, the name
had been adopted when I'd heard one of my students describing the black,
full-length leather coat to his friends.  "It's just like the Gestapo wear
in all the movies."

   I half turned to hang the coat up and caught my reflection in the
full-length mirror that I normally used for checking my appearance before I
departed in the mornings.  Now it reflected back my image without showing
any of my seething inner turmoil.

   I sighed, almost theatrically as my hands automatically positioned the
coat in its resting-place.  My mind was running through the events of the
day once more, events that had unleashed a storm of emotional, and I'll
admit sexual feelings that I'd held suppressed for many years.

   "Come on, Elizabeth," I admonished myself out loud, "It's not going to
happen so don't even think about it." The trouble was I'd done nothing but
think about 'it' for the last three hours, ever since my interview with
Mister Hayles had come to a somewhat surprising conclusion.

   How had that young man managed to turn a simple disciplinary matter into
a challenge?

   I made my way to the front room and opened the liquor cabinet and poured
two inches of Glenfiddich into a crystal whiskey tumbler.  My next stop was
the icemaker where I added four of the cubes to the tumbler before I
drifted out onto the deck to spend my usual half-hour relaxing after work.

   I swirled the drink, clinking the ice as I did so and sighed.  I'm not
beautiful by any stretch of the imagination though I've always liked to
think that I'm not what my ex would have described as a dog either. 
Considering we were married for twelve years I doubt if he thought I was
either.

   I'm five feet six inches tall in bare feet and weighing in at a
perfectly respectable eight and a half stones, I can still get into a size
twelve dress and, whilst that might not be the perfect ten, it was close
enough for most women, especially at my age.

   I sighed again and took another sip of the whiskey, why was I thinking
like this?

   My body might be better than the average for my vintage but as my dearly
departed hubby had stated before he left with that bimbo, my personality
acted as a better contraceptive than any doctor's pill could hope to
achieve.

   I tapped my foot against the cross bar of the teak table, its steady
rhythm striking a resonance with my thoughts.

   I'd got together with the bastard as we'd gone through teacher training
college and ended up married.  Soon after we'd ended up working in the same
school.  Was it love?  Who could say?  I thought it was at the time but my
career was more important than any sort of domestic bliss.

   We'd stayed together for ten years before I'd discovered that the
bastard was more interested in chasing young totty than me, or in building
a career as I intended to.  That fact had been thrown in my face when he'd
finally left for pastures new.

   I gulped down a large measure of the firewater.  My feelings, sexual and
emotional had been put on hold ever since he'd left.

   I drained the glass and stared at the remaining ice cubes, shaking my
head at my own weakness as I rose to my feet to make another drink.

   What on earth had young Hayles done to me?

   He wasn't the most outstanding of students, nor a trouble maker and, to
be honest, if he hadn't been a member of the sixth form I wouldn't have
known him from Adam.  Yet in my office he'd managed to hit buttons I didn't
even know I had.  By the time he walked out of that door I'd have dropped
my knickers there and then if he'd dared me to.

   What did that make me?

   Even here I can hear his voice battering away at the walls of my
resistance, goading me to take up his challenge, to appear at school in
stockings.

   It wasn't going to happen!

   ---oOo--

   My morning ritual was always the same, out of bed as soon as the alarm
sounds then go directly to the gym for a good workout, back home an hour
and a half later and straight into the shower.  From there it was
downstairs to read the day's headlines in the morning paper whilst nibbling
two rounds of wholemeal toast and drinking a cup of decaffeinated coffee.

   That was my normal routine but that happened after a good night's sleep
and that was something that I had missed last night.  I'd been plagued by
erotic dreams in which I featured prominently, mainly strutting around
school in just heels and stockings.  To say it was disturbing was an
understatement but not as much as how excited I'd felt when I'd refused to
perform in that manner and that brat had carried out his threat to beat me
with my own paddle.

   Rather than go to the gymnasium I took a long, leisurely shower before
pulling on my fluffy bathrobe and heading for the kitchen.  I set the
coffee machine in motion after adding sufficient water for two cups, now
that I had the time and settled down to read the paper.

   I got through the first page before my mind started to drift back to the
dare I'd been given.  Why was I finding it so fascinating?  Was it because
a student proposed it or did it appeal to some dark fantasy I didn't even
know I had?

   As I sipped my cooling coffee I pushed those ideas around in my mind. 
I'd never had any inkling to go after any of my students in the time I'd
been teaching so I didn't think that was a significant part of the
infatuation I was suffering from.  That sort of implied that it was the
dare itself that was pulling me in.

   Like most people I'd played the odd game of truth or dare but that was
back when I was in high school, I'd never taken part in any of the more
outrageous games that happened in college.  Was that part of the problem,
was I responding to those missed opportunities?

   I shook my head to clear it and headed upstairs to get dressed.

   Shrugging out of the bathrobe I looked over my body in the mirror and
smiled, I was very pleased with what I saw but I did feel a little guilty
about missing the gym this morning.  I headed for the underwear draw while
promising to put in an extra session at the weekend to make up for my lack.

   Pulling open the draw revealed a plethora of practical knickers and
bras, generally in plain colours and made for comfort rather than any sort
of sexual enticement.  I half pushed the draw closed and pulled out the
lower draw and gazed at its contents.

   There were a lot fewer garments in this draw but they were much more
frivolous, brighter colours in nice shiny materials that were meant to
attract the male of the species.  I fingered a white bra that had a pale
pink trim around the edge of the cups and considered wearing it.

   I know I'd said I wouldn't but just wearing these items didn't mean I
was going to show Mister Hayles that I had done as he'd dared me to do.

   I fished out the briefs that matched the bra and ran my fingers along
the soft fabric of the thong; I shuddered at the thought of being so sexily
attired under my everyday clothes.  It was only when I reached for the new
packet containing the stockings that I realised I was going to do it.

   ---oOo--

   I pulled up into my designated parking space and after turning the
engine off I took a deep breath and slowly let it out.  For the first time
in years I actually felt a hint of sexual excitement and it had started as
soon as I saw myself in the mirror dressed in the bra, thong and pale
stockings.

   That feeling had remained even after I'd covered up the lingerie with
the same suit I'd worn yesterday and a similar dark blouse.

   The drive to school had found me concentrating on the subtle differences
between my normal journey and this one.  The feeling of flesh on flesh as
my thighs moved to operate the pedals, the slightly higher lift that the
push up bra provided changed the position of the seatbelt.  The feeling of
the thong as it settled between the cheeks of my bum all served to heighten
my awareness of how I was dressed.  Taking another deep breath I pushed
open the driver's door and swung my leg out of the car, this showed off my
calf and had me thinking that my legs were as near to being naked as they'd
ever been in school.

   Why hadn't I picked a dark pair of stockings that would have looked like
the tights I normally wore?

   I looked down at my leg for a moment before swinging the second leg to
join it, I know the way I did that would have exposed my knickers to anyone
who'd been watching but there was no one in sight.  I collected my
briefcase and made the car secure.  The walk across the car park was as
interesting as the drive had been.  I felt a draft under my skirt that I'd
not been aware of before.  Was it always there or was it just today?

   Approaching the main door I spotted movement by one of the pillars, I
turned to see who it was and stumbled on the first step, Mister Hayles
stood there giving me a questioning stare.

   I felt my cheeks burn as I recovered my balance and continued slowly up
the remainder of the steps to the veranda.  I swallowed, expecting the
young man to approach me but he just gave me a knowing smile as I went by.

   He didn't make a sound but my imagination supplied the peals of
merriment as I hurried towards my office.  The truly embarrassing thing was
the way my body had responded to his presence, a discovery I made as I
pushed the door shut behind me and rested against it.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 11

   I could barely contain my excitement as Elizabeth Chandler went into the
school, she had long toned legs and did they look good or what?

   I suppose she could have been wearing flesh coloured tights but if that
was the case, why had she stumbled when she saw me and blushed such a
lovely shade of pink?  I wanted to dance on the steps as I congratulated
myself in arriving early this morning.

   Getting out of bed earlier, I'd had this sudden idea that I wanted to be
there when the vice-principal arrived so I rushed my paper round and headed
straight for the front of the main building rather than my normal place at
the green shed.  I hadn't been waiting long when I saw her pull up in the
car park.  I found a position behind one of the pillars that allowed me to
observe her without being seen.

   As much as I'd have liked to push the matter there and then, I didn't
really have the nerve.  Even with her apparently playing along with me, I
was going to have to pluck up my courage to appear at her office at
lunchtime.  Until that happened, I needed to get through this morning which
included asking Kirsty to go out with me, if I got the chance.  The outcome
of that would depend on how she and her mother had got on last night after
Rosa got home.

   I headed for the library to pass the time until registration.  I could
have waited by the front gate but I wanted to catch Kirsty on her own and
that wouldn't happen when she arrived with Natasha.

   My first lesson was physical education; not exactly my favourite lesson
or even one I was interested in.  I wasn't a jock though I did represent
the school at cross-country so I was pushed off to one side with the rest
of those who didn't participate in the team sports.  Occasionally we'd be
sent off to do a run around the local area and that was what I always hoped
for but today, as usually happened we were doing shuttle runs in one corner
of the sports field so that we didn't get in the way of the jocks.

   I, like most of those with me was totally relieved when the assistant
coach called a halt to our torture and sent us off to get showered. 
Crossing towards the gymnasium I was pretty much drifting along at the back
of the crowd and didn't have any warning when I was bundled unceremoniously
into an alcove where the waste bins were stored.

   Bouncing off the first bin I turned to view my assailant.  Johnny
Rogers, captain of the football team and all round school hero, approached
me with a vicious smile plastered on his face.

   "Right dork," he snarled, "what do you think you're doing smoothing in
on Natasha." He prodded me.  "Don't you know she's way out of your league?"

   I looked around for a way out but apart from trying to bulldoze my way
past Johnny there was nothing.  I was trapped.

   "She's the one who spoke to me," I said.

   I tripped over as Johnny gave me a hefty push and ended up sat on my
arse between two of the stinking bins.

   "I doubt if she'd lower her standards enough to even notice you,"
growled Johnny as he looked as though he was going to give me a good
kicking.

   "I'm not interested in Natasha..." I tried, but he ignored me.

   "So stop getting in her face and blocking the way for those who deserve
her," he punctuated his words by swinging a foot in my direction.  It hit
my shin and stung but he hadn't been trying to do any damage so I survived.

   He bent forward, looking down on me and hissed, "Remember geek, you're
not good enough for Nat and if I catch you anywhere near her again I'll..."

   A loud bang stopped him in his tracks and both of us swung our heads
towards the source of the noise.  At the end of the alley stood Kirsty with
a hockey stick in hand and her head cocked to one side giving Johnny a look
that dared him to continue.

   Lying there on the ground I found my voice, "I haven't got a girlfriend
yet," I said to him, "but when I do I'll be sure to let you know."

   Kirsty took a step forward and Johnny gave me a short nod before walking
off, glaring at Kirsty as he passed by her but remaining silent.  Sensible,
I thought looking at Kirsty in her hockey uniform.  To me she looked just
like Xena at that moment and as I staggered to my feet I was all for
falling at her feet and begging her to take me as her pet.

   I didn't get a chance to even thank her as a shrill blast on the whistle
summoned her away.  I was left standing there, my ego bruised but my skin
pretty much intact though I did smell a little.  It was nothing a shower
wouldn't cure and that's where I was heading anyway.

   As I headed for the changing rooms I chuckled.  Tickled by the thought
that Johnny hadn't realised that I really wasn't interested in Natasha. 
The girl I was after was the one who'd just saved me from a beating and he
hadn't told me to steer clear of her so I could carry on my pursuit with
impunity.

   ---oOo--

   The rest of the morning passed uneventfully, I didn't share any lessons
with Natasha or Kirsty so I had nothing to distract me from the teacher's
efforts to improve my education.

   Around about twelve o'clock I started to feel nervous and, with my lunch
starting at twelve-thirty I didn't need to put much effort into figuring
out the cause, my lunchtime meeting with the vice-principal.

   I managed to suppress the urge to chuckle when I wondered if she'd put
our appointment in her diary, the image of her assistant glancing at the
entry and seeing 'show stockings to Mister Hayles' was nearly too much for
me to contain.

   Like the rest of my classmates I was packed up and ready to go when the
bell went for the end of the period, I grabbed my bag and made a beeline
for my locker.  There was no need to carry my books with me and as much as
I would like to, I didn't believe I'd get away with taking a camera to this
meeting.  Maybe I could incorporate that into another dare for our
vice-principal.  You never know.  It might be accepted.

   I slammed my locker shut, twisted the combination lock and turned
towards the front of the school and my meeting with Elizabeth Chandler.

   "Kevin!"

   A yell behind me stopped me in my tracks; I glanced back and discovered
Natasha heading for me like a World War Two destroyer chasing down a
U-boat. People were clearing the way as she ploughed towards me.  The look
on her face helped push people clear of her path and warned me that all was
not right with the world.

   "Natasha," I said calmly when she arrived.

   "Is it true?" she demanded.

   "Is what true?" I replied confused.

   "Is it true that Johnny Rogers beat you up this morning?" she asked.

   "I wouldn't describe it as a beating," I replied.  "More of a warning to
stay away."

   "Stay away from whom?" she demanded.

   "You."

   Her eyes went wide then her lip curled up, "He was warning you to stay
away from me?" she said.  Her tone getting more irate with every answer I
gave.

   I nodded; anything else would have been to invite actions that could
have proved to be painful to me let alone anyone else.

   "We'll see about that," snapped Natasha spinning on her heel and heading
off towards the cafeteria.  "Are you coming?" she threw back over her
shoulder when she realised I wasn't following behind her.

   I shook my head, "I've got to see someone," I said.

   She frowned at me, "Not another girl..."

   "No," I said shaking my head.  Ms.  Chandler was female but she wasn't a
girl.

   "Uhmm," she murmured, staring at me for a moment longer.  "OK, I'll see
you later," she finished more interested in sorting out Johnny Rogers than
interrogating me.

   As she headed for the cafeteria I heaved a sigh of relief, I may have to
deal with Johnny later but that was preferable to dealing with Natasha if
she'd discovered what I was going to be doing next.

   ---oOo--

   Entering the antechamber I was brought up short by the presence of a
woman.  My gasp caught her attention and she looked up from whatever she
was working on.

   "Yes, can I help you?" she asked.

   As I looked the plump redhead over my mind supplied the information that
she would be Alison Fodder, known for some reason as Cow around the school.
She was the vice-principal's assistant hence the reason for her being sat
in the antechamber working away.

   "I'm here to see Ms.  Chandler," I said after blinking a couple of
times.

   "Is she expecting you?" asked the Cow with a frown.  "There's nothing in
the diary for this time?"

   As the woman reached for the large desk diary I was amazed at just how
much movement there was, her chest seemed to be moving in all directions at
once even though she remained seated.

   Her podgy finger ran down the list of appointments in the book as I
said, "She should be, the meeting was agreed yesterday after school."

   "Oh, it was after I'd finished?"

   I nodded, "There was no one in this office at the time."

   "I'll see if she's available," said Alison picking up the phone.

   She pressed a button and waited for a moment.  "There's a boy here to
see you."

   She looked back at me, "Is your name Hayles?"

   I nodded.

   Red's eyebrows rose and she gave the handset a strange look as she
returned it to the cradle, "Ms.  Chandler said to go right in."

   I smiled, "Thank you," was all I said but as I stepped around her desk I
could see that she was puzzled by whatever had been said over the
telephone.

   I tapped once on the dark wood of the office door and without waiting
for a response pushed it open and walked in.  Elizabeth Chandler was
sitting behind her desk watching me expectantly.  I paused to make sure
that her office door was closed behind me before smiling at the
vice-principal, "Hello."

   She nodded but remained silent.

   I took another look around her office and spotted a group of comfortable
looking chairs in the corner of the room that I hadn't noticed the day
before.  Still smiling I crossed the room and took a seat that allowed me
to see her without twisting around.

   I shuffled a couple of times to get settled before turning my attention
to the woman across the office.

   "You did as I asked, didn't you?"

   "What makes you think that?" she shot back.

   "Let's see," I began, "One, the way you behaved when you arrived this
morning.  Two, the fact that for the first time in as long as I can
remember you're not wearing dark tights and three," I paused, "the look
your assistant gave me when I came in implied that you'd told her you
weren't to be disturbed, or something along those lines."

   Elizabeth's eyebrows had steadily risen as I spoke but the sudden look
of guilt as I made the third point proved to me that I was right.

   "Now that we've got that out of the way why don't you come over here and
prove the point so we can continue."

   Ms.  Chandler was shaking her head negatively though it was hard to tell
whether she was actually saying no or just trying to clear her mind.

   "What makes you think we can continue?" she asked.

   I kept my smile plastered on my face, "That's easy," I replied, "because
you want us too."

   The shaking head, which had come to a halt when she was speaking,
returned.  "I'm not sure if that would be a good idea," she began.

   "For now that doesn't matter," I said, adding a little volume to my
voice.  "What matters now is that you are to move over here and prove that
you've done as you were told."

   She blinked at me but didn't move.

   "Now!" I barked.  It seemed loud in the silence of the office but it was
barely above a normal conversational level, there was no way that it would
have carried beyond the door.

   That didn't stop Elizabeth glancing towards the door as though expecting
her assistant to burst in any second.  She may have been thinking that but
she was also moving though I'm not sure how conscious she was of that.

   She was moving around the edge of her desk towards me before she
returned her gaze to me and slowed as she discovered how far she'd
travelled.

   "Just here," I said indicating the open space ahead of me.

   "I..." she began but continued moving until she reached the spot I'd
indicated.

   I gave her an encouraging smile.  "There are two ways of doing this and
I'll leave the decision as to which of those ways you are going to adopt up
to you.  You can unfasten your skirt and allow it to drop to the floor or
you can raise it until the hem is around your waist.

   I leant back and looked at her expectantly and as I'd expected, she
dithered.  The tip of her tongue slipped between her lips and spread a thin
sheen of moisture across them.  Her mouth opened and I frowned which seemed
to force her to close her mouth but the tongue popped out, wiggled and then
disappeared again.

   Finally her hands dropped to her sides and she inched her fingers
towards the hem of her skirt, her eyes never left mine as her hands
reversed their direction.

   It was a long, almost agonising wait as I maintained eye contact as she
wiggled.  I could see her hips moving and her arms flexing as she worked
her skirt higher but that was at the very edge of my vision and I had to
fight the temptation to look down and see what she was revealing.

   It was Elizabeth who broke our eye lock when she stood up straight and
simply closed her eyes.

   I lowered my gaze and found a pair of perfect legs encased in the finest
of pale stockings.  I let out a sigh as I took in their beauty and raised
my eyes back to the vice-principal's face.

   "Liz," I called softly and waited until she opened her eyes.  "They're
beautiful," I said.  "Now turn around so I can see the rest."

   Slowly she shuffled around, revealing a posterior that was taut and
nicely shaped.  As she continued to turn I discovered the fact that she was
wearing a thong and, probably because she'd been sat down until a minute
ago it had virtually disappeared between the two succulent globes of her
ass.

   I sucked in my breath and she glanced back over her shoulder to see if
there was a problem.  I just gave her the sign to keep turning and waited
until she was back facing me.

   "You know, it's a crime the way you hide your body," I said in all
seriousness.

   Elizabeth's face was a deep red before she reached for her skirt.

   "No," I ordered firmly, "You can leave that just there until I leave." I
smiled, "I like the view it frames."

   Elizabeth was panting; her eyes were looking a little wild even to
someone like me who didn't have much in the way of experience.

   "Go and rest against your desk," I ordered.  I hoped that having her
move would calm her down a little and at the same time it would get her out
of arms reach and relieve some of the temptation I was feeling.

   I watched her cute derriere wiggle across the office and, as she turned
removing her posterior from my view I sighed once more.  "You know, I was
really looking forward to giving you a spanking...." I said wistfully still
gazing at her.

   Liz lowered her eyes, "Maybe if you gave me a dare I wouldn't...," she
said softly before falling silent.

   It was a good job she was no longer looking at me because her reply had
taken me by surprise.  There was an implication in her reply that I had to
test.

   "You'd fail?" I asked from under raised eyebrows.

   Across the room Liz nodded without lifting her eyes from the floor, it
was my turn to lick my lips so I could continue.

   "Deliberately?" I pressed, still not certain that I was on the right
track.  I continued to watch Liz closely as her tongue slipped across her
lips, a sign I was beginning to believe meant she wanted to do something
but had to overcome her own inhibitions.

   She raised her head until I could see her hazel eyes and nodded once and
then blinked and dropped her head.

   I was about to dare Liz to come to school naked but paused, one day I
might want to give her that dare for real.  If she'd already refused to do
it, it might cause difficulties if I brought it up again.  I needed a
simple dare that she could refuse without blocking any future actions I
might want to take.

   I looked her up and down as I contemplated my options and finished my
inspection at her feet.  "I dare you to come to work tomorrow without
wearing shoes," I said with a smile, a fairly predatory smile I'll admit.

   I watched as her eyebrows twitched upwards and then raised her head to
reveal her smile, "And the forfeit if I fail this dare?"

   "A spanking," I replied formally, "the quantity of strokes to be
determined as I administer them."

   Looking into Liz's eyes was a revelation; it was as though I could see
into her very soul and it appeared that I'd just granted her a lifelong
wish.  There was a freedom in those eyes that never impacted on her
expression, a freedom that she cherished but wouldn't allow the world to
witness.

   "I accept your dare," she replied just as formally as I'd spoken.

   "If you fail I'll carry out your punishment here, tomorrow," I said when
I managed to break her gaze.  "Same time as today."

   I rose to my feet and walked towards the door and, with my hand on the
doorknob I looked back at Liz leaning against her desk with her skirt
around her waist.

   "I'd arrange for Ms.  Fodder to be elsewhere tomorrow if I were you.  We
wouldn't want her to hear anything she shouldn't, would we?"

   And with that I slipped out of the door, my job in this place done for
the day.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 12

   I was late for the first lesson after lunch because I'd spent too long
in the toilets beating my meat.  What else did you expect me to do after
spending half the lunch break ogling a woman with her skirt around her
waist and receiving the promise that I was going to get to spank her
gorgeous ass the following day?

   Luckily it was computer science and I got on well with 'Davie' Jones the
tutor so he just waved me towards my terminal and continued with his
lecture.  Pascal is a nice, well-structured language and I'd taken to it
like a duck to water, which meant that I had no real need to actually
listen to what he was saying.  That was just as well as my mind was on a
different planet as I processed everything that had happened to me already
today.

   The school captain had threatened me.  The girl I was going to ask out
had saved me from him and then the vice-principal had flashed her knickers
and stockings at me.  Was it any wonder I was distracted?

   The only real downside of things was that I wasn't getting to fuck
anyone.  I know, I really shouldn't be bitching when everything was going
my way but have you any idea just how frustrating it is when you're getting
to see all these women in various states of undress and you're not allowed
to touch?

   Hang on, why wasn't I allowed to touch?

   Who'd said I couldn't touch?

   Was I the one that was being stupid here?

   Had I been missing an opportunity?

   Of course I had!  Look at how the four women had behaved when we were in
the nightclub.  I know Kirsty had been all over me but that was because she
wanted me as a boyfriend.  The other three hadn't been any less
demonstrative and I'd just let it happen.

   Does that mean that Liz was available?

   I shook my head; that was something I'd have to think about after I'd
spoken to Kirsty.  The last thing I wanted to do at this stage was shove a
spanner into our relationship before it had even started.

   And talking of the girl of my dreams I'd better get a move on if I was
going to ask her out before some stupid jock realised how good looking she
was and got in there before me.

   With that sort of sorted out I managed to get my mind focused on what
'Davie' was talking about and became a useful member of the class.

   By the time the lesson finished I was back to normal and ready for the
last lesson of the day.  I packed up and headed for the door but pulled up
short when the teacher called my name.

   "Mr.  Hayles, I hope your tardiness won't be a sign of things to come,"
he said in that posh way he spoke.

   "No, Sir.  It was an unavoidable set of circumstances that shouldn't be
repeated."

   He nodded once, "Please make sure those circumstances don't happen
again," he said and waved me away.

   If only all the tutors were that understanding.

   ---oOo--

   There was fifteen minutes between the end of the Computer Science lesson
and the beginning of the next period.  If I got a move on I could have a
quick word with Kirsty before I had to make my way to the classroom.

   I was lucky and found the beautiful girl almost immediately and even
more surprising she was alone, no sign of Natasha.

   I slid up next to her and asked quietly, "Have you had a chance to talk
to your mum yet?"

   She nodded in reply and I continued, "So do you want to talk to me or
should I just go away?"

   "Stay," she said and dropped her eyes.

   I got brave and gently took hold of her arm, guiding her away from the
majority of the people milling about.

   "What did your mum say?" I asked when we'd found a place to sit.

   "She told me what you'd made her do last night, the whole thing."

   I raised an eyebrow, "Everything?"

   Kirsty nodded.

   "So tell me what she did and what she said." I needed to know if Rosa
really had told Kirsty everything.

   "She told me how you had a coffee and then made her remove her blouse
before leaving." Kirsty looked straight at me, "She also told me about how
you'd winked at the waitress."

   The look she gave me was questioning so I answered her, "It was to do
with how your mother was behaving when the girl had served us and it also
confirmed that your mum had removed her blouse because I'd told her to."

   "Mom said you'd had words after that," she said, her look still
questioning.

   I sighed, "I told your mother that I'd always been faithful to my
girlfriends but I wasn't giving up speaking to anyone I chose to.  If she
was going to question me every time I spoke to a girl I wasn't going to ask
you out." I shrugged, "I think she believed me, hell she must have, or we
wouldn't be talking now."

   Kirsty nodded and then her eyes dropped, "She told me about taking you
home."

   I smiled, "What did she tell you?"

   "That you 'ordered' her to open her jacket," said Kirsty.

   "And?"

   "And that she obeyed," she raised her eyes, "Mom said that you'd made
her admit that she'd always obey you." Her eyes went wide as she finished
that statement.

   "Did she tell you the condition I put on her?"

   Kirsty shook her head.

   "I told her that it would never be more than me looking unless you were
involved.  I told her that if we were going out together you could stop
whatever the two of us were doing simply by giving me the word."

   "You did?" asked Kirsty her eyes getting even wider.

   It was my turn to nod in reply.

   "Do you want to stop?" she asked.

   "No," I said then added, "I've no idea where that relationship is going
but I wouldn't want to stop it but I will if that's what you want me to
do!"

   "I don't think so," she said slowly and then giggled.  "It's actually
fun seeing mom playing around like a school-girl."

   I grinned back, "So you'd like to see your mum dressed as a school-girl
would you?"

   "No, yes, I mean..." she took a swing at my arm, "Oh you, I don't know
what I mean."

   I rubbed my arm; "I take it this means you're my girlfriend, does it?"

   "Are you asking?" she replied, her eyes dropping again.

   I stepped forward and gently took hold of her chin and lifted her head
until I was looking her in the eyes.  "Kirsty, will you go out with me," I
held her gaze for a moment, "Please?"

   I held my breath as Kirsty got a far away look in her eyes.  After what
seemed like hours, but could have only been seconds she nodded, "Yes, I
will."

   I exhaled and leant forward and gave her a peck on the lips, "Thank
you." Inside the Hallelujah chorus was going off but I tried to remain
calm.

   "Now you'll have to come round for tea and tell Mom that we're going
out," she said.

   "But she won't be home until later."

   Kirsty smiled seductively, "I'm sure we can think of something to do
until she gets home."

   I swallowed and blushed, "You're sure?" I croaked.

   Kirsty slipped her arm around me and pulled me back towards the
classrooms, "I'll see you after school," she said before letting me go and
skipping off towards her next lesson leaving me glowing in her wake.

   ---oOo--

   Kirsty slipped her arm into mine as I walked out of the last classroom
of the day, "Ready to go?" she asked.

   "Uh huh," was all I managed but I was grinning from ear to ear at the
time so she didn't rag me about it.

   Natasha moved in on my opposite side and smiled at me as well.  "I'm
glad you got around to asking her out," she said by way of a greeting, "she
was starting to get annoying talking about you all of the time."

   "Nat!" squealed Kirsty.

   I hugged the girl to me, "Don't worry about her," I said, "I'm glad you
were thinking about me."

   Natasha chuckled as Kirsty went red but we all settled down as I led the
way out of the school buildings.  The first thing I saw when we were
outside was Johnny Rodgers, he looked at me and frowned, I think it took
him a minute to realise that I was holding Kirsty's arm and that Natasha
was just alongside us.

   His eyebrows went up and I smiled back and nodded.

   His reply was a snort before he said something to the person he was with
but that was as a far as it went.  It appears that his ownership feelings
only went as far as Natasha.

   Natasha snorted herself, "Good, I'm glad he got the message," she said.

   "Message?" I asked.

   "Nat had words with him after this morning's palaver and told him
exactly what she thought of his actions," said Kirsty.

   "She did?" I asked in surprise.  I shouldn't have been because I'd seen
her go storming off but I'd been a bit distracted since then.

   Kirsty nodded, "I don't think he will be causing anyone any bother any
time soon."

   I wasn't so sure about that but I wasn't going to go looking for trouble
so I kept quiet.  The three of us crossed towards the school gates pretty
much ignoring what was going on around us.

   "So, does this mean that our games are going to stop?" asked Natasha.

   "No," said Kirsty, "they're not."

   I smiled at Natasha, "I'd already asked Kirsty if she wanted to pack
things in but she was happy for us to continue."

   "Great," declared Natasha.  "So what are we doing next?"

   I'd had a really silly idea when I'd been talking to Kirsty earlier
about seeing her mother dressed as a school girl but I hadn't given it
enough thought to make it into a dare yet so I prevaricated.

   "You want another dare?"

   Natasha looked to the skies, "Dooh," she said, "I wouldn't be asking if
I didn't, would I?"

   "Just you?" I asked, "Or should I include Kirsty and both of your
mothers?"

   Natasha got a strange gleam in her eye, just for a moment, "All of us,"
she said but that gleam was still there.

   "You're sure, you wouldn't like to be challenged on your own?"

   "No," she said shaking her head.  "Just like you said the other day, all
for one and one for all."

   "Uhmm, maybe I can come up with something," I said.  "Let me know if
you're all free on Sunday evening."

   Natasha's eyes went wide and Kirsty gripped my arm more tightly.

   I needed to check out a couple of things before I presented the girls
with my idea but I was glad that everyone seemed to want to continue our
games.

   ---oOo--

   We were waiting for Helen to arrive when I remembered my promise to mum.

   "I need to phone home," I said reaching for my mobile phone.

   "Why?" asked Natasha.

   "I promised mum I would when I was late home and she was worrying."

   "You need to ask permission to go out?"

   "No.  It's just telling mum that I'll be late and I won't be wanting any
tea when I get there," I said hitting the speed dial as I spoke.

   "Hi, Mum," I said when she answered.

   "Kevin?" she replied.

   "Yeah, I'm just letting you know that I won't be home for tea," I said
and held my breath again.

   There was a moment's silence, "Your girlfriend?" she asked.

   "Uhmm, yeah," I said softly with two pairs of smiling eyes watching me.

   "You'll be having tea with her, will you?"

   "Yes," I replied and looked to the skies.

   "I suppose I should be grateful that you remembered to call me this
time," she said.

   "Mum!"

   "Go on then," she said, "Leave me for a younger woman, see if I care. 
She is a younger woman, isn't she?" Mum asked suddenly.

   Kirsty and Natasha looked worried as my eyes went wide.  I was suddenly
worried that Mum had actually seen me with Rosa last night.

   "Of course she is," I replied.  I'm not sure what my expression was like
but the two girls were now looking apprehensive.

   I heard mum chuckle, "OK then, what's this girl's name?"

   "Kirsty," I replied, which brought a flush to my girlfriend's cheeks and
a shriek of laughter from her friend.

   "She's there?" asked mum in my ear.

   "Ahhh, yes," I replied.

   "Can I speak to her?"

   "No!" It was my turn to shriek.

   "You know I'll have to at some stage don't you?" asked Mum.

   "Yeah, but not now," I replied.

   A car horn startled me and I looked up to see Helen waving at us.  "I've
got to go Mum, our lift is here."

   "Well, you be careful and if you're going to be late then let me know."

   "I will do," I replied and hung up before things could get even more
embarrassing.

   "What was all the yelling about?" asked Natasha as soon as I dropped the
phone from my ear.

   "Mum wanted to speak to Kirsty," I replied, which set Natasha off
giggling.

   "What's going on," called Helen.

   "Nothing," I replied.

   Natasha gasped a couple of time, "Is it OK if we drop off the lovebirds
at Kirsty's?"

   Helen looked at Kirsty and I and smiled, "So he did it at last?"

   Natasha nodded.

   "No problem," said Helen, "Come on, get in and we'll get going."

   Kirsty grabbed my arm and dragged me towards the back of Helen's car.  I
went willingly.

   As we were riding along in silence I remembered that I still hadn't
found out about the dare that Mum had done, the one that had her going red
and threatening Dad over.

   Kirsty gave my hand a squeeze and I put that away for later, I had a
much more important thing to concentrate on right now.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 13

   I casually waved goodbye as Helen and Natasha drove off leaving me
standing alongside Kirsty on the pavement outside her house.  I was feeling
very nervous and I'm pretty sure she was feeling the same.

   "Are you sure about this?" I asked, "We could always go down to the park
and just hang around until your mother gets back."

   She shook her head negatively and reached for my hand.  "Come on, I
won't bite."

   "You might not," I said allowing her to lead me, "But I might."

   She giggled, "Goody."

   OK, maybe I was wrong and she wasn't feeling nervous.

   Her drive was at least three cars wide but it wasn't as long as the one
at my house, the double garage was off to one side and the drive led to a
double fronted house with bay windows on either side of a pillared porch.
Kirsty fished out a front door key and pushed the dark stained door open
and pulled me in after her.

   She used her bum to push the door shut and dropped her school bag off
her shoulder with a resounding crash in the silent house.  My bag was still
hanging from my shoulder when she wrapped her arms around me and collected
her first kiss.

   It was okay but I'd got one hand being held by her and the other was
trapped between her body and my bag or to put it another way I was
uncomfortable and cramped for room.

   I slipped free and took a half step clear, "Let me get rid of this bag
and maybe we could find somewhere to sit?"

   Kirsty was looking flushed and her eyes were shining, "OK," she said
then pointed towards a hall cupboard, "Stick your bag in there and we'll go
in the front room."

   I did as she suggested and followed her into a comfortable looking front
room.  A large screen television dominated one wall and what my mother
called Edwardian furniture was spread around it.  Large leather settees
with wooden fittings matched the dark wood sideboard and bookcases.

   Kirsty grabbed the TV controller off the coffee table, "MTV, do you?"

   I nodded and she pressed a couple of buttons and tossed the controller
back onto the table where it clattered and slid to a stop before falling
off the far edge.

   "Do you want a drink?" she asked.

   "Not at the moment," I replied and held out my arms.  She was there in
the blink of an eye and we smooched away for a couple of minutes.

   When I came up for air I was hot and a little bit bothered.  I broke
clear and slipped my blazer off my shoulders, "Why don't you get rid of
your blazer too," I said, "and then we can sit down."

   She nodded and the next second her blazer was flying through the air
towards the second settee.  I draped mine over the arm of our settee and
sat next to the arm.  Kirsty was beside me before I'd had a chance to
wiggle and make myself comfortable.

   After that I didn't really need to do anything other than enjoy her
presence in my arms.

   Over time I ran my fingers through her dark hair, luxuriating in the
feel of it, I grasped it a couple of times and used it to position Kirsty's
head just where I wanted it.  Thinking about it later I realised that she'd
become more passionate whenever I'd done that.

   Her skin was smooth and so warm to my touch.  Its taste as I ran my lips
and tongue over her neck was intoxicating.  Anyone who tells you that
snogging isn't exciting has clearly never done it properly.

   I had to stop periodically just to calm down, the first time we
separated Kirsty went to the kitchen and came back with a couple of glasses
of Coke.  As she put them down on the coffee table I had a view down her
blouse and identified my next targets.

   As she slid back into my arms I deliberately held her back a little and
started unfastening the buttons on her blouse.  She sat there wide eyed as
I slowly worked my way from the top to the bottom of her blouse and as I
finished she moaned and closed the gap between us.

   Twenty minutes later her boobs were free of her bra and I'd tasted and
teased them until her nipples were like bullets.  The urge to continue, to
remove all her clothes was almost overwhelming and only a small, insistent
voice that was constantly nagging away at the back of my mind kept me in
check.  If my conscience had faltered for a second we'd have both been
naked there in the living room.  Kirsty offered no resistance to anything I
wanted to do but after her initial surge she didn't lead us either.

   "No," I gasped separating us again.

   She looked at me in surprise, panting as I opened a gap between us.

   "We need to calm down," I said, "Otherwise we'll go too far too soon!"

   "Ohhhh," she moaned and to me it sounded like frustration.  She wasn't
the only one suffering if that's what it was.  I had an iron bar trapped
under my grey slacks and a heart that was beating fifty to the dozen.

   I reached for my drink and was surprised that the ice in it had all
melted, I grinned and held the drink up to Kirsty.  "I hadn't realised we
were generating that much heat," I said as I swirled the liquid around.

   Kirsty lowered her eyes but didn't do anything to cover herself up,
"Would you like some more ice?"

   "Please."

   She rose to her feet and after taking my glass from my hand she swayed
towards the kitchen.  I managed to suppress a groan as the sexy seductress
undulated away from me.

   When she returned she was just as sexy and this time I got to see her
boobs, as she hadn't covered them up.  I took in a deep breath and held it
as she bent in front of me and handed me my glass.  The smile that graced
her lips let me know that she knew exactly what she was doing.

   I was tempted to drag her over my knee but that would have just started
things off again and I knew I'd have been unable to stop.

   I patted the seat beside me, "Let's just watch TV for a bit."

   Kirsty's bottom lip came out but she didn't moan, as she dropped down
beside me I slipped my free arm around her shoulders and pulled her in
tight.

   As I watched the music videos I relaxed, my erection subsided to a half
hard state that wasn't uncomfortable but it let me know it would be ready
to start at a moment's notice.  Sitting there with my arm around a girl was
one of the most enjoyable things I'd ever done, I just hoped it would last
for a long time.

   ---oOo--

   The sound of a key in the front door snapped us out of our cosy domestic
scene.  Kirsty jumping to her feet also made me realise that she still had
her tits out.

   I was starting to panic but Kirsty simply smiled, "Stay there, I'll be
getting you another drink," and with that she grabbed our two glasses and
vanished into the kitchen.

   "Kirsty, I'm home," called Rosa from the hallway.

   "I'm getting Kevin a drink, Mom," replied Kirsty.  "We're in the living
room."

   As far as I was concerned it was 'startled rabbit' time.  I know Rosa
had already approved of my relationship with her daughter but this was the
first time we'd met when it was official.  Was she still going to be happy
about things?

   I looked around the room quickly, looking for anything that would give
us away and when I couldn't see anything I tried to relax.

   Should I get to my feet?

   I was still trying to decide what to do when Rosa stepped into the room;
automatically I rose to my feet and smiled.

   Rosa smiled back and crossed the room to me and gave me a peck on the
cheek.

   "Have you been looking after my little girl?" she asked.

   "Yeah," I replied, happy that she wasn't going to bite my head off.

   "You haven't been doing anything you shouldn't, have you?" she asked
with a knowing smile.

   "No," I said as Kirsty walked through the kitchen door carrying three
ice-filled glasses.

   Rosa half-turned towards her daughter, "Has he been treating you
properly?" she asked.

   Kirsty blushed and then giggled, "Oh, yes," she said.

   "Good," said Rosa as she turned back to me.  "You might want to fasten
your shirt," she said grinning at me, "You stud."

   I looked down and my eyes went wide, my shirt was open nearly to the
waist and my school tie was askew.

   I spluttered as I grasped the sides of the shirt and held them together.
The two women giggled at me as I struggled with the little white buttons
that held it together.  It didn't help that Rosa was passing comments about
how manly my chest was as I wrestled with the shirt closed.

   Once I was presentable she smiled at her daughter and said, "I'm glad to
see that your blouse remained shut."

   I looked up sharply but Rosa didn't pause.

   "Though it might be advisable to ensure that the buttons are in the
correct buttonhole before you cast too many aspersions at Kevin."

   I cringed; Kirsty had got the buttons out of sequence in her rush to
fasten the blouse.

   I sighed, we'd been well and truly caught but Rosa was still smiling so
it couldn't be all that bad.

   "I'm just going to get changed," said Rosa.  "Why don't you decide what
we're having for tea while I'm doing that."

   I was still a hot shade of pink as I watched Rosa leave.  "Sorry about
that," I said as she disappeared.

   "There's nothing to be sorry about," said Kirsty, "Mom had us sussed
from the moment she knew you were here."

   I raised an eyebrow and Kirsty continued, "She knew how I felt about you
and had a fair idea of how things would go."

   Both of my eyebrows went up to my hairline.

   "We don't have any secrets from each other," she said, "and I won't
start now."

   "So what's for tea?" I asked changing the subject.

   "Pizza or Chinese," suggested Kirsty.

   "Chinese would be nice.  Do you cook or send out?"

   "It's fifty-fifty," said Kirsty, "but I think we'll be sending out for
tea today.  Mom will want to spend time talking to us, not slaving away in
the kitchen."

   "Chinese then," I said mentally preparing for the interrogation to come.

   ---oOo--

   The meal was actually fun and Rosa left off the interrogation so I
needn't have worried beforehand.  I managed to polish off my chicken
chow-mein without getting it all over my shirt or the table, which was
quite an achievement given my normal success rating.

   Kirsty had gone for the beef with green peppers and Rosa had picked at a
beef in oyster sauce.  The prawn crackers had all gone and the majority of
the fried rice had as well, the only thing that we seemed to have left was
the plain boiled rice.

   Kirsty cleared the table and my offer to do the washing up was rejected
as they had a dishwasher.  The rest of the clearing up was a simple case of
throwing things into the various bins for recycling.

   Back in the living room I settled onto the same settee and Kirsty
cuddled up close whilst Rosa opted for the second settee across from us.

   We chatted about this and that for a bit until we got onto the
Kaplinsky's family history.

   Things were a little vague on details according to Rosa but the family
had originally come from the Ukraine and had headed west in the early
nineteen hundreds at the outset of the Russian revolution.  I was
fascinated but there was very little more that Rosa could tell me about
this period.

   The family had set up home in the Netherlands around the town of
Enschede near the German border and had spent twenty years there before the
onset of World War Two.  When the Nazis had started to flex their muscles
the majority of the family had moved further west several times, ending up
in England.

   The war had been difficult for those who had fled to England and they
had to endure many hardships after being classed as refugees rather than
migrants.  Still, they were luckier than those who'd remained in Holland
were; they had simply disappeared and no trace of them had ever been found.
It was assumed that they'd been taken away to the German death camps.

   After the war those who'd been in England had been allowed to set up
home but the wandering feet must have been contagious because as Rosa
described it, the family had spread around the world.

   She had uncles in Australia, South Africa and America.  Her own sister
had followed her father's brother and now lived in the States.

   "I kept my maiden name when I married Niki," said Rosa, "to keep my
family name from dying out.  That is why Kirsty, who's name is spelt K H R
Y S T Y on her birth certificate, is a Kaplinsky rather than a Bortsov."

   That explained some of the things I'd sort of noticed but hadn't
queried.

   Rosa and Kirsty were the last of the English Kaplinsky's but Rosa's
sister was coming over for a visit next week to see how things were in the
'old country.'

   "Bugger," hissed Kirsty beside me.

   I looked at her in surprise, "Is there a problem?

   "I've got to do family things with Auntie Ana and they're going to take
up most of the weekend," she said before looking at her mum.

   "You do," said Rosa, "So don't bother asking to be excused.  Next week,
after things have settled down will be different but not this weekend."

   "Is it going to be all of the weekend?" I asked.

   Rosa pursed her lips in thought, "Anechka is arriving on Thursday, so, I
suppose Kirsty could go out on Sunday if you've got somewhere to go," she
looked at me questioningly.

   "I'll see if I can think of something we can do," I replied giving
Kirsty a hug at the same time.

   "The dare," hissed Kirsty before going wide-eyed.

   "What dare?" asked Rosa.

   "Kevin asked Natasha if she was free on Sunday because he had something
in mind," she turned to me, "Didn't you?"

   "I had an idea but that's all it is at the moment," I glanced at Rosa,
"I could always put it on hold until your sister has gone home?"

   Rosa looked at me and then half smiled and her gaze became distant,
Kirsty and I glanced at each other and waited to see what would happen.

   "We often discuss things when we talk on the telephone," said Rosa
softly.  "Fun sorts of things," she said and looked from Kirsty to me, and
then back again.  "I'm not saying anything yet but there's a chance that
Anechka might want to play along."

   I swallowed and Kirsty hugged me tight.  "What do you want me to do?" I
asked.

   "Plan the dare and if five can do it as easily as four I'll ask Ana if
she's interested," said Rosa.

   "What about Helen?"

   "I'll deal with that as well," said Rosa smiling brightly.

   "There may be some expense involved?" I said as a warning.

   "Excessive?" was all Rosa asked and I shook my head negatively. 
Excessive was a subjective value and if what I was thinking about went
ahead it would involve buying a fancy dress costume, not something that I
would consider excessive.

   "Then we'll see about it when you make your proposal," said Rosa. 
"Would you like some more tea?" she asked changing the subject.

   I glanced at my watch and discovered that the evening had flown by.

   "No, I'd better be getting home," I said rising to my feet.

   "See our guest to the door, Kirsty," ordered Rosa, "while I check on
things in the kitchen."

   ---oOo--

   Kirsty took my hand and led me slowly to the front door, she seemed
pensive for some reason and I was at a loss as to what to say.

   "Kevin, you are happy having me as a girlfriend, aren't you?"

   I stared at her in confusion, we'd only been going out for a couple of
hours and she was asking questions like that.  What was she after?

   "Ecstatic," I replied after a short pause.

   "It's just that, you see, Auntie Ana's, well...."

   "Yes," I prompted.

   "Auntie Ana is beautiful and she's, well, a bit of a man-eater," she
said in a rush.  "I wouldn't want you to, you know, fall under her spell
and dump me."

   Kirsty's eyes filled with tears before I pulled her into my embrace.

   "You've got nothing to worry about," I whispered as I hugged her. 
"You're my girlfriend and no middle-aged Yank is going to take me away."

   Whether it was the right thing to say or not it achieved an acceptable
result as Kirsty wrapped her arms around me and hung on like a terrified
octopus.

   She sniffed against my chest, "She's just dumped her third husband and
that's why she's coming over here."

   I smiled, "Looking for another husband?"

   Kirsty jerked upwards and I continued to smile down at her.  She sighed,
"No, she just claims that she needs a break but I've seen the way she is
around men.  She'll come on strong and simply overwhelm anything I could do
to counteract her."

   "Then it's up to me to put her in her place isn't it?" I continued to
smile.

   How bad could this American Auntie be?

   My thoughts drifted back to how Rosa had acted in the nightclub and I
was struck by the realisation that this Auntie could be something like
that, maybe even more so.  Maybe Kirsty did have reason to worry; I hadn't
handled that encounter with her mother very well, had I?

   I took a deep breath to steady my nerves; after all, I'd managed to put
Rosa in her place at the mall so I could do it if I tried.

   "Just stick close to me," I said, "and if I look like I'm going to do
something stupid give me a jab."

   I grinned, "After all, if I've got my arms wrapped around you they can't
be doing anything else now, can they?"

   Kirsty shook her head and cuddled up close, "I don't suppose they can,"
she agreed.

   "Do you want to go to the pictures tomorrow?"

   "What's on?" responded Kirsty.

   "I've no idea but I'll let you pick," I said smiling.

   "OK," she said, "Do you want me to ask mom to give us a lift?"

   "It would make things easier," I acknowledged.  I know I normally have
Mum's car on a Wednesday but I wasn't sure if she'd let me have it to go
out with a girl.  Better to cover all the bases, I could always use the car
on another night if we needed to get away somewhere.

   We hugged and cuddled for a short time and after a couple of fairly
serious kisses I headed off home.  As I walked along I considered what
Kirsty had said about her Auntie and found I was looking forward to the
challenge of resisting her.

   As I got closer to home I began humming softly, happy to have a
girlfriend who considered me somebody who was worth worrying about.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 14

   I walked towards the school building, my bag hanging from my shoulder
and a silly little ditty echoing through my mind: A spanking I will go, A
spanking I will go, E-I-Adeo, A spanking I will go...

   It was an interesting little ditty considering I had no idea where it
came from and I'm pretty sure it was a way of masking how nervous I was
feeling at the events that were likely to be occurring today.

   After I'd arrived home and survived a grilling from Mum that would have
done the Gestapo proud I retired to my bedroom and attacked the Internet
looking for ideas on how to spank a woman.  Let me tell you now it is not
as straightforward as I'd imagined it was going to be.

   The idea of just bending the intended victim over my knee and hammering
away with her own bat until she cried enough was an option but it was so
far from what was possible with a spanking as to be embarrassing.  I hadn't
understood just what was possible until I'd spent a couple of hours surfing
the net last night and I'll admit I was surprised, if I'd been in public
during that time I'd have been red-faced and giggling.

   The pictures I'd come across had run the gamut from boring to
terrifying, from painful to painfully erotic.  A girl bent over a man's lap
with her navy blue knickers tight around her thighs had been predictable. A
girl naked and tied spread-eagled across a bed with a man applying a
flogger had been exciting but the one of a woman bound and gagged and then
suspended upside down to receive a whipping had been both scary and erotic.

   My reaction to those pictures pushed me back to how I'd felt when I'd
discovered that I liked the idea of girls pissing on demand, perverted but
excited.

   Finding text had been both easier and harder, stories involving spanking
were everywhere but they were stories and I was after facts, or at least
informed opinion.  The psychobabble used in several of the articles I found
only confused me.  Some of the blogs on the subject spoke a language far
removed from anything I understood.

   It was when I found a site that dealt with how the women who were being
'Taken in Hand' felt about things that I began to get a feeling for what
was happening.  There seemed to be two distinct sets of responses, the
first that a spanking was purely a punishment for a wrongdoing, the other
adopted the attitude that it was a punishment but it also contained a
sexual element that was a source of excitement.  In some cases this led the
women who were involved to deliberately perform poorly, or even be bad so
that they could obtain a spanking.

   To me it seemed that Elizabeth fell into this category.  She'd asked me
to set a dare that she could fail simply so that she could get spanked and
as I had no hold over her, or responsibility for her, it had to be so that
she could get a sexual kick out of the spanking.  I know the anticipation
of spanking her was working its way through my body in the direction of my
dick; that was for sure.

   Further reading had given me a basic understanding of what was happening
when a woman was spanked.  A slow build up of endorphins allowed a steadily
harder beating to be delivered.  Soft start, hard finish seemed to be the
way to achieve a successful spanking and because of this I'd picked up an
ornamental fly swat we had at home and put it in my school bag.  It was
lighter than Liz's bat and I figured, having bounced it on my hand a couple
of times it would be just right to start with once I'd manoeuvred her into
position.

   What position to use was another area that seemed to have an endless
number of permutations.  Over a lap, over a bench, upright, spread-eagled
were all there in the pictures and the stories.  Where was the 'Spanking
101' literature when you needed it?

   One consequence of all of yesterday's excitement and the late night
researching spanking was that I was actually knackered when it was time to
go to school.  I was running on nervous energy and I hoped it would be
enough to get me through the morning at least.  What happened after that
was anyone's guess?

   I hadn't arranged to meet Kirsty but she was waiting for me when I
arrived.  The hug we shared on the school steps let everyone who could see
us know that we were a couple, the rest of the school would no doubt be
aware of our change in status by lunchtime.

   "Did you get home OK?" she asked and I nodded in reply.

   "How was it?" she probed.

   "I was interrogated by Mum," I replied, "but your secrets are safe with
me."

   "Secrets?" asked Natasha coming up behind me.  "What secrets are these?"

   "Morning, Nat," I said over my shoulder.  "I was just telling my
beautiful girlfriend about how I withstood my Mum's interrogation when I
got home last night."

   Kirsty went red in my arms and Natasha snorted, "Don't go making her
big-headed," she said, "I have to live with her."

   "Nat!" called Kirsty but she snuggled in tighter.

   "Come on, we've got to get to registration," said Natasha, pushing past
the two of us.

   Kirsty let go of me and turned to follow Natasha, "See you at
lunchtime?"

   I shook my head, "Sorry, I'm already committed today," I smiled and
continued, "I didn't know I was going to have a girlfriend when I made my
plans."

   Kirsty frowned and I continued, "But I'll see you straight after school
and we can do what we did yesterday?" I looked at her questioningly and she
blushed.  Behind her Natasha giggled and Kirsty nodded once and turned to
follow her friend.

   I sighed in relief as they left.  That had been close and I hadn't
thought of an excuse for not being available at lunchtime.

   As I walked towards the classroom I frowned.  Was I two-timing my
girlfriend already or was this something completely different?

   ---oOo--

   Lunchtime arrived and I was tempted to charge through the school in the
direction of Elizabeth's office but common sense just about prevailed.  The
last thing a nerd like me needed to do was attract the attention of the
'in' crowd or any of their sycophants.

   I dumped my bag in my locker after remembering to retrieve the fly swat.
That itself presented a problem, as I couldn't really go walking around the
school with a two-foot long rod in my hand.  I got around the problem by
sticking the handle down the outside of my trousers and tucking the flap
part under my blazer, I just had to remember not to sit down until I'd
extracted it or I'd be doing myself a potentially serious injury.

   What followed was a nervous amble through the school towards the VP's
office whilst doing everything in my power to avoid attracting attention. I
guess if I'd been one of the popular kids I'd have appeared so uptight that
I'd have been surrounded in seconds, as it was hardly anyone noticed me and
those that did simply nodded and continued on their way.  Any sort of
grouping by us nerds was likely to attract unwanted attention and it was
natural for us lesser beings to actively avoid forming clumps within the
school confines.

   I was relieved to see the back of Alison Fodder disappearing around a
distant corner as I approached the offices.  The last thing I needed right
now was to have to explain why I was visiting the vice-principal again,
especially when the reason had nothing to do with the school.  My reason
might have been valid but my attempt to present it would have left me a
gibbering lump on the floor.

   I slipped into the outer office and sighed with relief when I found it
deserted.  Yes, the 'cow' had left but that didn't mean that someone else
hadn't replaced her.

   I pulled the fly swat from its uncomfortable position down my trousers
and approached the remaining office door gently tapping the swat against my
leg.  I raised the swat above my shoulder and used the solid end to rap
against the dark wood panel.

   "Enter."

   "Show time," I muttered and pushed the door open.

   A glance around the room told me that nothing had changed since my last
visit.  Elizabeth was behind her desk and flushed as she realised who it
was entering her office.

   I took my time to close the door securely before returning my attention
to the mature woman sat behind the desk.

   "Stand up," I snapped across the office.  She didn't move immediately so
I slapped the fly swat against the door.  It made a satisfying thwack and
caused Lizzie to start.

   "I said stand up, don't make things worse than they already are by
adding disobedience to your failings."

   She placed her hands on the desk and levered herself into an up right
position.

   "Good, now walk around the desk until I can see you."

   She turned to her left and slowly moved around the desk until she was in
front of it.

   I looked her over and smiled as I did so.  The suit was similar to the
one she'd been wearing the last time I was here but this time it was black,
the blouse was tight fitting and white.  On her feet was a nice pair of
black stilettos, good to look at and they shaped her calves nicely but they
shouldn't have been there if she'd completed the dare.

   "You know you've failed, don't you?"

   "Yes, Sir," she replied softly.

   "Then I suppose you'd better prepare to pay your forfeit," I said. 
"Raise your skirt and, if by chance you're wearing knickers remove them."

   I walked slowly forward as Elizabeth raised the hem of her skirt to her
waist to reveal the tops of her thigh high stockings and a very skimpy pair
of black knickers."

   "Is that a thong?"

   She nodded affirmatively.

   "Turn around."

   Slowly she rotated; revealing her perfectly formed derriere and the dark
string that disappeared between her ass cheeks.

   "I don't think it will be necessary to remove that after all," I said.
"Now keep your legs straight and bend forward over your desk and take a
firm grip of the far edge."

   Liz glanced back towards me and then bent in the middle, slowly lowering
her chest to the desk and reaching forward for the far edge.

   As she moved I marvelled at the way things were progressing.  It was as
though neither of us had any doubt as to what was going to happen today,
there was no need for setting the scene or creating an atmosphere, we'd
already done all of that in our minds.  The sight of her taut legs, the
quivering, pale globe of her ass and the sound of her breathing, heavy
without being laboured all fed my own excitement.

   Maintaining a slow pace I approached the up-turned rear of the
vice-principal and couldn't refrain from sighing in appreciation.  I raised
a hand to stroke the smooth skin and found I was clutching the fly swat.

   I blinked and then used that rather than my hand to touch the offered
ass gently.  As it made contact Elizabeth flinched, it was the barest of
touches and couldn't have caused pain but she was so primed she'd reacted
as though I'd spanked her firmly.

   "We'll start lightly," I said, "as I want to spend the whole of my break
doing this."

   Liz moaned but other than that she didn't move.

   "You will count each blow until I tell you not to," I instructed.  I'd
read that this was a good way of focusing the victim's attention on what
was happening and what was to come.

   "If you break position we will start again," I added.  "Do you
understand?"

   "Yes, Sir," she replied without turning her head.

   "Then I'd better get your bat," I said and noisily crossed to where it
hung from the wall.

   Taking it down revealed how heavy it was and I was glad I'd decided to
bring the fly swat with me.  It would be virtually impossible to deliver a
light spanking with this weapon.  Elizabeth jumped when I dropped the bat
on the desk alongside her.

   ---oOo--

   "If you're ready, we'll begin," I said and without waiting I brought the
swat down on her right cheek.  It wasn't a hard blow, more a flick of the
wrist than a full bloodied swipe but Liz moaned before announcing, "One."

   I twisted my body so that the next swing would hit the left cheek of her
ass and was rewarded by another gasp and a count of, "Two."

   A steady rhythm took me through number three on the right, number four
on the left, followed by right, left, right and left until I paused and
then continued reversing the sequence.  Left, right, left, right, the force
slowly increasing as I swung.

   Elizabeth faithfully kept count as the cheeks of her ass slowly turned
pink.

   I stopped after she called twelve and inspected my handy work.  Other
than the glow from each cheek there was nothing much to see at least as far
as her bum was concerned.  She was breathing heavily, almost panting and
there was an odour that I was becoming familiar with emanating from her
crotch.

   I adjusted my own erection and took a close look at my swat, the head
was detachable and that would leave me with a two-foot long flattened
plastic rod.  I guess it was to make it easier to clean after it had been
used for its designed purpose but it would give me another weapon to use on
Liz.

   I unclipped the top and took a couple of swings, the noise it made as it
passed over the VP's back was impressive and I caught a flicker of movement
from the older woman as she too heard the sound.  Her back went stiff and
the muscles on her legs became more pronounced as she seemed to go rigid.

   I tapped her firmly across both cheeks with the new stick and watched in
fascination as the ripples spread from the point of impact.

   Across the desk Elizabeth moaned, an extended "Ohhhh," sound before she
gasped, "Thirteen."

   I started flicking the shaft from cheek to cheek and then began lowering
the point of impact until I was playing across her upper thighs.

   Across the desk Elizabeth was panting and I could smell her arousal,
which was turning me on something wicked.

   The temptation to really start laying on the strokes was becoming almost
unbearable and I had to force myself to put the stick down and take a step
back.  We'd reached twenty-four and even if Liz didn't need a break, I did.

   I placed the stick next to the bat and went for a short walk around the
office, more to get myself under control than because of any physical need
to move.

   Crossing behind Elizabeth's desk allowed me to look down on the woman's
face.  I was surprised to discover that she wasn't crying her eyes out. 
She raised her gaze to me as I walked by, looking at me from under hooded
eyes without lifting her head from the desk.

   The briefest of smiles crossed her lips before I turned away from her
and completed the circuit of the desk, collecting the paddle as I passed.

   Its weight was imposing after the lightness of the stick and swat.  It
took an appreciable effort simply to hold it and inertia was going to give
it a power that the stick on its own couldn't hope to compete with.

   I took a couple of practice swings and was disappointed with the lack of
noise as it passed through the air.  My final swing clattered into the desk
making the two of us jump in surprise.

   "Hmm," I murmured as I got back into position, "this is going to hurt."

   Liz must have heard me because she straightened up from the relaxed
position she'd adopted when I'd stopped a couple of minutes ago.

   I took a gentle swing and it made a sort of squelching sound as it
landed firmly on both cheeks, the impact knocked Liz forward, her thighs
thumping into the desk.

   "Ugh," she grunted, "twenty-five."

   I was surprised at the response but continued with the next swing.

   The bat seemed to have a momentum of its own, rising and falling in a
steady rhythm that turned Elizabeth's ass pink before driving it into a
deep red.  By the time she'd counted to thirty-six my arm was aching and I
ground to a halt.

   I swapped hands and tried a couple of swings with my left but that
didn't work, there was a lack of control and I just knew that if I tried to
do it that way I'd end up dropping the bat or missing her ass altogether.

   I shook of the feeling of tenseness in my arm and got back in position
to finish things off.  Another twelve strokes should do the job.

   "Keep counting," I ordered, "we've nearly finished."

   Liz looked back over her shoulder and actually managed to smile.

   I needed to get these shots over with quickly before my arm dropped off
so I went for speed rather than strength.  I rained the blows down and Liz
was gasping and counting as fast as I was swinging.  As I reached forty she
was swaying from side to side, rising on the toes of one leg before
switching sides.

   What really surprised me was the way she continued to stick her arse up
high almost making it into a bubble butt.  I never doubted that she wanted
me to continue regardless of how my arm felt or how red her ass looked.

   I was hardly able to swing the bat as I approached the end of my
self-imposed count, the sound it made as it struck flesh was no longer
crisp but more of a soggy splat.

   Regardless of that Elizabeth was still thrashing about and with two to
go she hit several things on her desk including the intercom, which gave a
strangled chirp before it fell onto her chair.  The sound of a large stack
of folders hitting the floor on the right of the desk was truly impressive
if you liked loud bangs.

   I didn't particularly but it was enough to break me out of the state I
was in.

   That was when I decided she'd had enough and after applying one last
swipe I popped the bat onto the desk beside her and began running my hand
over the naked cheeks of her, now very red ass.  She'd received forty-seven
strokes all told, more than enough punishment even if it was what she
wanted.

   ---oOo--

   Softly I said, "That's enough for now, sweetness," as I continued to
soothe the redness of her ass with my hand.

   "Please," she gasped.

   "What?" I asked in confusion.

   "Just a couple more," she begged.

   "What!"

   "Please, two more, hard, I'm nearly..." was all she managed.

   I gripped the cheek under my left hand firmly, the string of her thong
caught under my fingertips as the gap between her cheeks opened as a
consequence of my actions.  I swung my free hand in the direction of the
opposite, exposed cheek.

   The sound of flesh on flesh was different to anything I'd heard so far
and coupled with the texture of the flesh under my fingers it was nasty, in
a very exciting way.

   "Ohhhh..." groaned Liz.

   I blinked as her freshly exposed asshole winked at me; I'd never seen
anything like that before!

   I wound up and hit the same cheek as before and Lizzie went rigid, she
didn't utter a sound as her body hit the desk and her legs came up off the
floor.  Her left leg missed me by millimetres and I was forced to release
her ass and put a hand on her back to stop her seesawing off the desk.

   Moments later she was like jelly, her legs dropping back to the floor
but just resting there unable to support her body.  Her hands, the knuckles
still white, released the edge of the desk as her upper body quivered under
my hand.

   I realised that I was panting just as hard as she was and my prick was
screaming for attention but I did nothing other than stand there holding
Elizabeth in position.  As we both recovered I had to wonder at what would
have happened if I'd just ripped my dick out and stuck it in her, but I
hadn't and the heat of the moment had gone now.

   I started stroking across Lizzie's ass and thighs, they were red but
there didn't seem to be any other damage.  The heat I could feel through my
palm was intoxicating, I sighed as I realised that I really was going to
have to be careful to keep all of these perversions of mine under wraps
when I was dealing with 'normal' women.

   The stroking continued for a couple of minutes until Elizabeth had
recovered sufficiently to take control of her own body.  I stepped back and
she looked over her shoulder questioningly.

   "Yes, it's over," I said with a smile.

   She smiled back and used her hands to push herself upright, "Thank you,"
she said as she stood there with her skirt around her waist and her ass
glowing.  "That was absolutely amazing."

   I raised my eyebrows in surprise, I'd have called it lots of things but
amazing wasn't necessarily one of them.

   She chuckled, "Oh yes," she said, "amazing is the right description."

   She must have been reading my mind, as I stood there with my mouth open.

   "Kevin, I hadn't realised how much I wanted that until you brought the
idea up last time," she said.  "The more I thought about it the hornier I
became." She suddenly looked bashful; "If you hadn't turned up I was going
to summon you here just so you could do what you've just done.  I know that
that is wrong but I couldn't get rid of the idea you'd planted."

   "Is it over now?" I asked, not quite sure what I wanted to hear.  I was
caught between the excitement of what we'd just done together and the
nagging feeling that I was being unfaithful to my girlfriend.

   Elizabeth looked down, "For now," she said.  "If we continued along this
path we'd end up getting caught and whilst that would be embarrassing for
you it would be well beyond that for me."

   I cocked my head to one side and considered what she'd just said.  I
suppose legally there weren't any problems as I was more than old enough
but there were always problems when a member of staff had a relationship
with a student and it got out.

   I nodded slowly in agreement, "I'd like to continue," I said, "but
you're right." I chuckled, "if you ever need anymore, uhmm, discipline
please contact me." I raised my eyebrows again and waited for a response.

   She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around me, "When I do," she
said, "I'll call you."

   I hugged back, taking care to avoid the areas I'd been spanking and then
stepped back.

   "I'd better go and leave you to, uhmm, cool down," I said with a grin.

   Elizabeth chuckled softly and waved me away.

   I glanced back once as I slipped out of her office and caught her
looking at the state of her ass in wall-mounted mirror.  She looked happy
though she was going to have to drop that skirt before she saw anyone else
and I needed to do something about my throbbing cock before I could go to
my next lesson.

   ---oOo--

   Interlude

   "Elizabeth, may I have a word?"

   I looked up and stood right in front of my desk was Alison Fodder, my
assistant.  I hadn't heard her enter the office or cross the room.  I
really was distracted and it wasn't down to the stinging sensation
emanating from my, no doubt, blistered bottom alone.

   I winced as I moved and hoped that Alison hadn't spotted my discomfort,
"Of course you can, I'm sorry I didn't notice you coming in," I said and
pointed to the chair, "Have a seat."

   I had a quick mental review and couldn't think of anything outstanding,
"Have I missed something?"

   "No," she replied but didn't go on.  It was clear even in my own
befuddled state that Alison was building up to something and she needed a
few moments to get organised.  I used that time to look her over.

   She had luxuriant deep red hair that she had dragged back into a
ponytail, which served to emphasise how plump her face was.  The rest of
her body was a similar shape, that is large and not being excessively tall
she looked round rather than Rubenesque.  She was pale skinned but
thankfully hadn't been plagued by freckles so her skin actually looked like
a smooth porcelain.  Her green eyes hinted at Irish roots but I didn't know
enough to be sure of her heritage.

   If she had a fiery side I'd never witnessed it in the time we'd worked
together.  She was the role model for discretion and efficiency as far as
my dealings with her were concerned.  Even the way she dressed, simple
blouse with 'A' line skirt and sensible shoes confirmed that outlook.

   What she was like after work I'd no idea, as we didn't socialise.

   "I, uhmmm," she began bringing my attention back to her, "well you see
I'd forgotten my juice and.... So I...  I didn't mean to...."

   "Alison!" Her eyes blinked and she focused on my face.  "Take your time
and begin at the beginning, tell me what it is you want to say one step at
a time."

   I watched as her chest undulated as she took a deep breath, "Right," she
said before blinking a couple of times.

   "I'd forgotten my juice, which was in the refrigerator and came back to
collect it," she said and all of a sudden I had an inkling of where this
conversation was going.

   "As there didn't appear to be anyone here I sat at my desk to drink it
and send a couple of emails." She looked at me wide-eyed; "I'd only been
here a minute or two when the intercom bleeped." Her wide-eyed look took on
a pleading tone, "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, honestly but the noises that
came out of the speaker were so different that I couldn't help myself."

   I sat there horrified, she'd heard what I'd been doing with a student, I
was ruined.

   "I heard the sound of a slap and then you sobbed," said Alison, "I was
so shocked I just sat there, unable to move."

   She looked at me and I just stared back completely unable to respond in
any way.

   "Then I could just make out him making soothing noises and you
responding as though he'd fulfilled your greatest desire."

   I swallowed, he had but I didn't want the rest of the school knowing
that.

   "When I heard him telling you to get dressed I slipped out of the
office, I didn't think it would be good for him to see me after you'd told
me to take the lunchtime off."

   God that really would have been the end.

   "So you didn't see who it was?" I asked, grasping at straws.

   "Not there," said Alison, "but I did when he left the outer office.  It
was that boy who came to see you yesterday, Kevin Hayles."

   That's it, my career was over, Alison was going to finish me off.  All
that remained to be seen was how much of a scandal she was going to create
to get rid of me.

   "So what is it you want?" I asked.

   ---oOo--

   We sat there and stared at one another across my desk.

   "I'm not really sure," she began.  "Listening to what was happening,
short as it was did things to my insides that I've never felt before."

   "You don't want me to resign?" I asked in surprise.

   "Good Lord no, whatever for?" she responded in a tone that sounded as
surprised as I was!

   "For unprofessional conduct, at least," I said my hopes beginning to
rise that there was a way out of this situation.

   "I never even thought of that," admitted Alison, "I was so engrossed in
what was actually happening that I didn't consider the people involved."

   She cocked her head to one side and considered for a moment.  "No," she
said, "It may not have been strictly right but I don't think that you
coerced that young man into being involved and I'm sure that you weren't
being forced in any way so I don't think I'm going to make an issue of
that."

   I blinked in surprise, "Then what is the issue?" I asked.

   "Me," she responded.

   "You?"

   "Yes," she said.  "You see I realised that the feelings I was feeling
were arousal and you have no idea how long it has been since I've felt
anything like that."

   "You were aroused?"

   "God, yes!"

   "Why?"

   "Why were you allowing a young man to slap you in your own office?" she
shot back.

   "Because..." I began and then ground to a halt.  Why did I let him beat
me like that?  Was it because I really was a pervert?

   Alison looked at me and smiled, "Because it turned you on," she said and
I found I was nodding in agreement.

   "Because you wanted him to and even the thought of it got you excited."

   I was like one of those nodding dogs you see on the back shelf of a car,
my head bobbing up and down in agreement.

   Our locked gaze lost all hint of challenge and became more, I don't
know, sisterly?

   "So tell me Elizabeth, was it as good as you thought it was going to
be?" she asked.

   "Better," I replied before I could stop myself.  I blushed and dropped
my eyes at my admission.

   "Tell me how it felt," said Alison, "The anticipation, the deed,
everything."

   My mouth had a life of its own and was giving out details that I hadn't
even considered.  My brain refused to function, to curb my runaway mouth as
it began digging me a deep hole to fall into as it confessed all.

   "It started with a dare and a casual comment when I picked him up for
his behaviour," my mouth said, "one thing led to another and this morning I
came to school knowing that I was going to end up bent over my desk for a
paddling."

   I looked up straight into the glistening eyes of my assistant, "If he'd
asked me to I'd have removed my own knickers, I'd even have handed him the
paddle before lying down over my desk and begging him to spank me."

   I swallowed as reliving the events was causing a slow spread of arousal,
across from me Alison was beginning to pant, "How did it feel, knowing you
were willing to do that?" she asked.

   "A bit like it does now," I replied in surprise, "having to go through
it with you.  I felt a sense of anticipation tinged with an element of
fear. How much was it going to hurt?  Did I really want it to happen? 
Would he stop if I asked him too?  All of those thoughts were there but the
dominant feeling was the one of anticipation, anticipation that something
I'd only dreamt about was going to actually happen."

   "When he hit me the pain was really bad but it was only momentary and
then the glow spread.  When he switched cheeks the original glow didn't
fade but the new tingle added to the arousal.  It was as though each blow
was accompanied by a stroke across my clitoris and the harder that he hit
me the more arousing it became.  That last blow had me coming and he hadn't
touched my sex once!"

   "Ohh," groaned Alison, her eyes rolling upwards.

   I dropped my hand between my legs and then snatched it away as soon as I
realised what I'd done.

   "I've had that dream," admitted Alison softly, "Of being totally under
the control of someone who will demand that I obey."

   Was that where my dream was taking me?  I didn't think so but now that
the idea had been put forward I couldn't rule it out completely.  My
thoughts were more focused on being punished, at least for now.  I
carefully put Alison's comments in a folder marked 'review in private' and
waited to see what else she had to say.

   I didn't have to wait long.

   "Do you think he'd do it to me, you know, spank me?" she asked.

   "I don't know?" I replied, "but I can ask him next time I see him, if
you like?"

   "Please," she said, the look in her eyes more pleading than requesting.

   I nodded in acceptance and Alison gave me a weak smile before rising and
leaving.

   As the door closed behind her I realised that I hadn't arranged another
meeting with Kevin, I'd actually told him that we couldn't take things any
further.

   If I was going to keep my promise to Alison I was going to have to go
looking for him and God only knows what would come of that.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 15

   Arriving home after school I was still ticking like a bomb, images of
Liz, bent over her desk with her skirt around her waist kept flashing
through my mind.  I'd had an erection all afternoon even though I'd had a
wank after we'd finished.  I'd had another one between lessons and it still
hadn't helped.

   I dumped my bag next to my desk and stripped off my clothes, I needed to
get ready for this evening so I was going to have a shower.  Naked I
slumped down on my bed, my hard dick waving around like a conductor's
baton.

   I grasped my dick and set about easing the pressure, taking my time for
once and reliving as much of the session I'd had with Elizabeth as I could.
I found I was gasping in time with the imaginary strokes I was delivering
to the plump, vibrating ass of the Vice-Principal.  It was an intoxicating
feeling, one I knew I wanted to relive at some time, the only question left
unanswered was who would be the victim.

   Even after masturbating so many times today it didn't take long to reach
an orgasm again, I shot three good strings of come into my discarded shirt,
the only thing that was to hand when I reached my peak.

   Lying there sated for the moment I smiled, life really was looking up at
the moment.

   Dragging my body off the bed and into the shower was harder than it
should have been given what was waiting for me in this evening.  All this
jacking off really must drain a person physically; at least it didn't make
you blind like the old wives' tales suggested.

   The shower was both relaxing and reviving; the urgency I'd been feeling
rescinded, as did the drained sensation.

   What to wear was the next problem and one I'd heard that girls could
spend hours deliberating over.  For me it took five minutes, tops, mainly
because there wasn't a lot of choice in my wardrobe.

   Black jeans and a lumberjack shirt were the eventual choices, I'd heard
that the check shirt was back in, not that I'd ever known it was out.  The
only other decision to make was on footwear and that was limited to
sneakers or boots.

   In the end I went with the boots because, after a layer of polish they
didn't look too tatty, which is more than can be said for my off-white
sneakers.

   Was I going to have to go shopping for some additions to my wardrobe?

   Heaven forbid, what a thought!

   Then again, maybe it would be fun to go shopping with Kirsty.

   By the time I was ready both of my parents were home and Mum was at the
bottom of the stairs when I descended.

   "My, you're looking smart," she said, a mischievous twinkle in her eye,
"Are you going out somewhere?"

   I rolled my eyes, "As it happens I was planning on taking Kirsty to the
pictures," I announced.

   "In my car?"

   "No, her mum is going to give us a lift and pick us up afterwards," I
bobbed my tongue out at Mum and she burst into giggles.  Kirsty had
confirmed our transport arrangements earlier in the day, adding the comment
that her mother, "Thought it was a good idea to keep an eye on us."

   "So she'll be coming here?"

   I spun around at the question and discovered Dad leaning against the
doorway into the lounge giving me a wicked grin.

   "You wouldn't...," I began but stopped when I realised that I didn't
know what it was I didn't want him to do.

   "I'd just like to meet this blind girl," said Dad still smiling at me.

   "She's not blind," I snapped.

   "Benjamin, stop that," called Mum from behind me, "Kevin's nervous
enough as it is."

   I flashed a glance from Dad to Mum and back again, Dad looked abashed
and murmured, "Sorry."

   "I'd like to meet the young lady as well," said Mum and that's when I
realised that there was no way out of them meeting Kirsty short of sitting
at the end of the drive and waiting for Rosa to come by.

   I sighed, probably a bit too loudly.

   "Don't be like that," said Mum, "It was going to happen eventually." She
grinned, "Your girlfriend is going to be just as nervous as you are."

   She may be, I thought but she doesn't know what's coming, I was starting
to fret and I guess it showed.

   "Come on," said Mum, taking my arm gently.  "We'll sit in the living
room until she arrives."

   With feet of lead, I followed Mum past my grinning father, all of a
sudden I wasn't sure if I wanted to go out anymore.

   ---oOo--

   The doorbell sounded and I was up like a shot but I wasn't quick enough.
Mum had been loitering by the doorway and waved me back, "I'll get it," she
called already halfway down the hall.

   I looked to the heavens but there was no help forthcoming.  I stood in
the doorway and hoped that things weren't about to go pear-shaped.

   "Hello, my dear, I take it you're here to see Kevin?"

   I couldn't hear a response from where I was standing and was tempted to
go to the door, I glanced back to Dad and he shook his head negatively
putting a stop to any plans I'd had.

   "Let your mum deal with the introductions first," he said softly, "You'd
only confuse things if you get in her way."

   Defeated I accepted that my fate was in mum's hands and remained where I
was, listening hard.

   "Kirsty, I'm so pleased to meet you," said mum.  "Why don't you get your
mother and we can have a little chat before the two of you go out."

   "Hello, I'm Marjorie, Kevin's mother, please come in," was the next
thing I heard.

   Rosa stepped into the hallway, followed very closely by Kirsty and they
both waited whilst my loving mother shut the front door.

   I retreated as Mum led the visitors along the hall.  I was in a
quandary. If this meeting had happened at Rosa's I'd have taken Kirsty in
my arms and kissed her, hell I might even have tried to kiss Rosa as well.
But here, in my own home, in front of my parents, ughhh.

   I stood there looking, I'm sure, for all the world like a dork as Rosa
and Kirsty entered the living room.  Rosa nodded towards my Dad and Kirsty
managed to give me a very fleeting smile before she dropped her eyes.

   "This is my husband, Benjamin," said mum, "Benjamin, this is..."

   "Rosa," supplied Rosa.

   "She's Kirsty's mother," concluded mum.

   "Pleased to meet you," said Dad who then turned towards Kirsty.  "And
you're the young lady my boy's taking out tonight?"

   Kirsty went cherry red and nodded, my Dad chuckled and Rosa smiled.

   "Don't worry," said Dad, "The worst of it's over now.  You can see we're
normal people, we just wanted to meet the girl who's captured Kevin's
attention so admirably."

   "The feeling's mutual," said Rosa into the silence, "I was lucky enough
to meet Kevin earlier, without any warning, so he managed to make a good
impression unlike my daughter.  She's normally able to speak when people
talk to her but she seems to have lost her tongue at the moment."

   I went pink and Kirsty, who now looked purple with embarrassment stole a
glance in my direction as the three adults in the room had a chuckle at our
expense.

   I slid across the room and stood next to Kirsty, casually reaching for
her hand, "We need to be going or we'll miss the film," I said.

   "That's fine," said Mum, beginning to lead the procession back down the
hallway.  "It's been nice meeting you both," she said as we reached for the
door.

   "Be good," called Dad just before the door was closed firmly.

   "I'm sorry," I said.  "That was so embarrassing."

   Kirsty cuddled up close to me and Rosa smiled, "Not really," she said,
"they seem nice enough and they just wanted to meet us," she indicated her
daughter and herself.  "I'd have done the same if things had been the other
way around."

   "You two get in the back," ordered Rosa as we approached her green
Jaguar.

   I held the door open for Kirsty whom slid in and pulled me in after her.
Rosa nipped around the other side and was in and fastening her seatbelt
before we'd made ourselves comfortable in the back.

   "Where do you want me to drop you?" she asked.

   "The burger place at the mall," I said, "we need to sort out what we are
going to watch."

   The journey to the mall took no time at all and Rosa deposited us right
where I'd requested.

   "Give me a call when you want picking up and I'll come and get you," she
said.  "And enjoy yourselves," she finished with a smile before roaring
off.

   ---oOo--

   I slid my arm around Kirsty's waist and pulled her in close, she didn't
resist and moments later we were walking along joined at the hip.

   "I'm sorry about that.  I should have found some way to prevent it
but...," I said.

   "Don't worry about it," she said and then giggled, "Remember how you
felt when I invited you to tea?"

   "Yeah," I responded, "but at least I'd seen your mother before."

   "That's true," giggled Kirsty, "You'd seen a 'lot' of my mother, even if
you'd never really met her, hadn't you?"

   We were giggling like school kids as we pushed our way through the swing
doors into the burger place.  I took a moment to look around and nearly
fell over my own big feet when I spotted Johnny Rogers.  He glanced in my
direction momentarily and then turned back to the guys he was with.  It
looked like I was no longer of interest to him.

   "Phew," I hissed and then smiled into the questioning eyes of my
girlfriend.  "I thought you were going to have to save me again there for a
moment."

   She looked around and scowled when she spotted the school's football
hero, "From him?"

   "Well he did attack me," I said and then smiled.  "If you're going to
rescue me every time that happens, I think I'll go looking for trouble just
to watch you in action."

   "Don't you dare," she snapped, giving me a thump on the arm for good
measure.

   I wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tight, "OK," I said, "but
you will let me know if you ever feel the need to rescue someone in
distress, won't you?"

   "You'll be the one in distress in a minute," she replied before kissing
me, which put paid to that discussion.

   Deciding that cowardice was the better part of valour I headed for the
counter, "What do you want?"

   "Just a doughnut," she said, "a cinnamon one."

   "A drink?"

   "Water, please," she replied lowering her eyes as she dropped back into
a subservient role.

   Being a pig I grabbed a bacon double cheeseburger to go with an apple
pie and a Pepsi before paying for the lot.  I picked up the tray, "Find us
a quiet table," I said and waited until Kirsty moved off.

   Following her as she headed for the back corner of the seating area I
allowed my eyes to drift over the jeans that covered her delicious ass. 
They were so tight I figured that if there was anything under them it was a
thong.  Anything else would have been visible through the material and
there were no ridges showing.

   The jeans were tucked into calf high black boots that had a small heel,
nothing too outrageous, just enough to provide a bit of tension to Kirsty's
leg muscles.

   On top she was wearing a thin white blouse, thin enough that when it
pulled tight I was able to see the pattern on the lacy bra she was wearing
under it.  The only thing detrimental I could say about the blouse was the
way she'd got it buttoned up almost to her throat.

   Kirsty dropped into a seat and I took the one opposite her, this
positioned me so that I could see anyone approaching and Kirsty got to look
at the wall or me.  I distributed the food and after taking a generous bite
of my burger I asked, or started to and then remembered my manners and
chewed quickly.

   "What do you want to see?" I asked after swallowing.

   One of the advantages that this place had over some of the other
'restaurants' in the mall was that it had an electronic ticker tape display
that listed the films showing in the cinema and the start times of the next
performances.

   Kirsty ate her doughnut delicately and studied the display until it had
run through completely.  I had a mental bet with myself as to what she'd
pick, I'm glad I didn't make it a real one because I'd have lost.  I'd
guessed at the really romantic one and she'd picked a romantic comedy,
which didn't sound too bad and accepting her choice, I hoped, would earn me
some brownie points for later.

   We chatted for a few minutes as we had time to spare and my eyes kept
drifting to where her cleavage should have been on display.

   Eventually it proved too much, I looked her in the eyes and said simply,
"Open the top button." I suppose I should have said please or something but
it didn't come out that way.

   Kirsty blinked once, gave me a tentative smile and opened the button I'd
asked for.

   "Uhmm, and another one," I said.

   There was no hesitation at all, she simply twisted the button through
the buttonhole and returned her hands to the tabletop.

   "Just one more," I instructed.

   Kirsty drew in a breath, which did nice things to the display and slowly
opened the third button.

   "Very nice," I sighed, giving her a full smile.

   Before you get the wrong idea I need to tell you that that blouse she
was wearing probably had a dozen buttons down the front.  All she was
display after opening another three buttons was the upper slopes of her
breasts; you couldn't even see her bra, so it wasn't anything excessive.

   "Come on, let's go and get the tickets and some chocolates," I said
standing and offering her my hand.

   She took it and walked alongside me as I headed for the exit into the
mall itself.  As we passed Johnny and his friends he looked over and this
time there was a response but it had nothing to do with me.  He ran his
eyes up and down Kirsty before settling on the visible portion of her
cleavage.

   He continued to stare at Kirsty's breasts until they disappeared from
his view and even then I'd guess he had no idea that she was with me.

   ---oOo--

   We stopped off at the confectionery stand and after a little persuasion
Kirsty let me buy her a bucket of popcorn and a Pepsi.  I tried to entice
her with chocolates but she said she had to watch her figure.  You could
have fooled me as her figure looked fine and I told her so.

   Kirsty took her drink and the tickets and I followed where she led
clutching two buckets of popcorn and my own drink.  I'll admit to being
surprised when she headed towards the back of the theatre, I'd hoped for
that but that's all it was, a hope.

   I chuckled to myself as I struggled between the rows of seats.  With
that hope fulfilled, what chance was there for the next on my list.  Only
time would tell.  I was careful to put my drink down in the provided holder
on the next seat over.  That should discourage anyone from sitting next to
us and also minimise the chances of me spilling it over Kirsty.

   The film was coming to the end of its run here so there weren't that
many in the audience and the few that there were, were all sitting well
away from us.  It was mostly couples looking for their own bit of
seclusion. Looks like my subterfuge with the cup wasn't going to be needed,
though it was still a better place to put it than between us.

   Taking what I thought was an acceptable risk I slipped my arm around
Kirsty's shoulders and pulled her towards me, she came without complaint
and I pressed my lips against her ear, working slowly towards her neck.

   She broke away and took a quick look around before giving me a smile,
"Wait until the lights go down."

   "OK," I said but I kept my arm around her and took to feeding her
popcorn to pass the time.  This led to a lot of giggling and the occasional
dropped kernel of popcorn.  One such errant piece managed to land in her
cleavage and giving her a wide grin I slowly raise my free hand to recover
it.  Her eyes grew wider as my fingers approached but that was the only
action she took, her boobs stopped moving as she held her breath.  Using
just the tips of my fingers I gripped the invader and lifted it to safety
then holding her gaze I popped the popcorn into my mouth.

   Her breath escaped in a gush and I gave her a squeeze.

   As the lights lowered for the beginning of the show I settled back to
watch the film.  Moments later I was forcefully disillusioned of such a
notion as Kirsty crossed the space between us and placed her lips firmly
against mine.

   An hour later we were still kissing but now Kirsty's blouse was open and
my hands were wandering all over her bra encased breasts.  I hadn't freed
them but that didn't seem to make a great deal of difference to the
pleasure we were both obtaining from our actions.

   The one time I'd looked around it seemed that only one of the couples in
the theatre was actually watching the film, the remainder were involved in
a similar activity to us.

   Whether it was a sixth sense or luck I couldn't say but as the lights
came up Kirsty was sitting back in her seat with her blouse more or less
sorted, our hair and demeanour however were well and truly frazzled.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 16

   I smiled at Kirsty as we waited for everyone else to troop out of the
theatre.  It wasn't like the usual rush and I saw at least one of the girls
reaching behind her to fasten her bra before she stood up.  Kirsty spotted
her as well and was giggling beside me as the couple involved walked past
us.

   "Stop it," I hissed, "Do you want to cause trouble?"

   "No, but it was so funny," gasped Kirsty, her face turning pink.

   "What was?" I asked, "Her having to fasten her bra?"

   "No," she said shaking her head, "It was his shirt sticking out of his
fly."

   I nearly strained my neck as I twisted around to have a look but I was
too slow, the couple had already made good their escape.

   "You're sure?"

   She nodded, barely suppressing another fit of giggles and I couldn't
help it, I chuckled as well, which of course set her off again.

   We were the last to leave the theatre and both of us looked flushed but
it had very little to do with what we'd been up to in the dark.  Walking
into the foyer of the cinema I really didn't want the evening to end and it
wasn't that late, but what could we do, apart from the obvious and no, we
couldn't do that in the middle of the mall.

   "What do you fancy doing now?" I asked.

   "I don't know," replied Kirsty, wrapping an arm around mine.  "How about
getting a drink and having a chat?"

   "I know just the place," I said with grin and, hugging Kirsty to me, I
headed off through the mall.

   Kirsty didn't twig where we were as I guided her to a seat and, even as
I sat opposite her, she just reached for the menu.  A minute later she
looked up and it was as though a flash bulb went off over her head.

   "This is where...."

   "That's right," I grinned, "this very table, you're even sitting in the
same seat that your mother was in."

   "Ohhh," she groaned.

   "So, what do you want?" I asked nodding towards the menu in her hand.

   "Ahhh, I'll have the Frappuccino," she replied.

   "Strawberries and Creme or Coffee flavoured?"

   "Strawberry."

   I looked around and caught the eye of a waitress heading for a customer,
she nodded and I turned back to Kirsty.

   "Right, now that I've got you alone and somewhere were we're not likely
to be interrupted I want you to tell me what you really think of the dares
I've been setting." I tried to give her a serious look; "Do you really
enjoy doing them?"

   "Good evening, are you ready to order?"

   My head snapped to the side and I found I was looking at the same young
woman in the same burgundy polo shirt.  That was about the time that she
recognised me judging from the way that she went pink.

   "I'll have an Americano, please?"

   She scribbled on her pad and looked at Kirsty.

   "The young lady will have a strawberry Frappuccino," I said recapturing
her attention.

   She raised one eyebrow at the way I'd order and then smiled, "That'll
take a couple of minutes, Sir," she said before heading for the serving
counter.

   "Was that her?" asked Kirsty.

   I nodded.

   "She's pretty," declared the girl opposite me.

   I turned and had a proper look, uhmm, tall and slim, small boobs, short
hair, nice enough face but nothing to write home about.

   "She's OK," I admitted, "but she's nowhere near as beautiful as you."

   Kirsty's eyes went wide and, just as suddenly, she dropped her gaze to
the table.  I was tempted to pile on the compliments but decide to wait her
out.

   It proved to be a longer wait than I'd anticipated, Kirsty sat there
with her head bowed until the waitress reappeared.

   "Your Frappuccino," she said placing the pink creamy drink in front of
Kirsty, "and your coffee, sir," she finished.

   "Thanks, Nicole," I responded and caught Kirsty as her head snapped up.
I held her gaze as the smiling waitress moved away.

   "How do you know her name?" hissed Kirsty.

   "It's on her name tag," I responded.  I knew that was true because I'd
just this minute read it.  Before that I hadn't got a clue what her name
was.

   I held Kirsty's gaze still, "As I told your mother, I'm not going to run
around on you but by the same token, I'm not going to stop speaking to
people who speak to me.  If some girl wants to flirt with me, that's all
well and good but it won't get them anywhere.  If you don't believe me, or
won't accept that as the basis for our relationship then you need to
seriously consider ending this before we start."

   I took a deep breath because that had all come out in one stream.  "I
don't want to go out with anyone other than you but I'm not going to become
a hermit to keep you either, it's your choice?"

   I dropped my gaze from hers and reached for my coffee.  All I could do
now was wait for Kirsty to make up her mind.

   ---oOo--

   We sat in silence, I sipped steadily at my coffee and Kirsty fiddled
with the straw sticking out of her Frappuccino.  Occasionally she'd look
up, catch my eye and drop her eyes once more.

   I was beginning to get frustrated, irritated, something anyway as I
waited for her to make up her mind.  I sighed and that got her attention.

   "You mean that don't you?" she asked.  "I put up with whatever you do or
I leave."

   "It's not a case of putting up with whatever I do," I said, "It's a case
of trusting me.  We cannot build a relationship if there is no trust to
start with.  I don't see me going off on one simply because you've spoken
to a boy and I don't see why I should put up with an attitude from you if I
speak to a girl."

   "How far can you go before I'm allowed to get upset?"

   "I don't know and hopefully it would never come to that," I said.  "I
don't intend to go out of my way to upset you.  You're my girlfriend but
what I don't want you trying to do is dictate how I'm going to live my
life, who my friends are and who I can speak to.  Nor do I want to have to
give you a blow by blow account of everything I do when we're not
together."

   Kirsty didn't look happy and I wasn't pleased that the fun seemed to
have gone out of our evening.

   "Take the waitress for instance," I said, "All that has happened between
us is that she was a witness to the actions your mother did when we were
here together.  She's put two and two together and may have come up with an
answer that has nothing to do with reality.  Now she sees me with you and
has to wonder what I'm up to, she's curious, maybe even intrigued enough to
ask but she's not a threat to you in any way."

   Kirsty was looking at me, a deep, thoughtful frown disfiguring her
beauty.  Whether I'd done enough to calm her suspicions I couldn't say but
I needed to go to the toilet and now seemed like the best time to do it. 
Yes I was retiring; I needed to regroup before I was forced to retreat in
disarray.

   "I'll be back in a minute," I said and headed for the rest rooms.

   I took my time; I needed to calm down so after washing my hands I took
the time to wash my face as well.  Was it always this way, you go out with
a girl and she immediately wants to take over your life?

   I didn't know, I didn't have the experience but some instinct told me
that if I rolled over now, did as she wanted, I'd suffer for it in the log
run.  I had no intention of being unfaithful, of seeing other girls whilst
she was mine but I wasn't going to stop talking to them just because she
said so.

   Sighing audibly I remembered that before Kirsty and Natasha I didn't
really speak to other girls.  I headed back to the table, hoping that
Kirsty would still be there waiting when I got there.

   She was and even more surprisingly she smiled when I dropped into the
seat opposite her.

   "I'm sorry," she said.  "You're right, really.  I shouldn't be taking
you to task simply for being you."

   It was my turn to frown.

   Kirsty chuckled, "You were right about Nicole as well," she said.  "As
soon as you disappeared she was over here, quizzing me about who I was and
why I was with you."

   I glanced across the room and was rewarded by Nicole going wide-eyed and
turning away quickly.

   "So what did you tell her?" I asked.

   "That I was your girlfriend," replied Kirsty, "Then she asked if I knew
that you were seeing an older woman as well."

   "She did?" My eyebrows rose about as high as they could go at that
revelation, I started to have dark thoughts about our waitress and her
potentially big mouth.

   "She told me she didn't want to see me hurt.  It was the only reason
she'd said anything." Kirsty grinned, "You should have seen her face when I
told her that the older woman was my mother.  She nearly choked."

   Kirsty was beaming and her pleasure took a lot of the chill off my
thoughts.

   "Did she say anything after that?" I asked curiously.

   "She spluttered a lot." Kirsty tilted her head to one side, "I think she
was interested, you know, in what we were doing, the three of us."

   "You do?" I asked, "And how do you feel about that?"

   Kirsty's cheeks took on a pink hue.  "It's kind of exciting, a bit like
when I'm doing a dare.  You know, the feeling that someone might catch you
and that sends shivers running down my spine."

   "Does that mean you wouldn't mind her seeing you behaving like your
mother?" I asked cocking my head to one side.

   Kirsty's eyes went wide, "You mean..."

   I nodded, "Would you go and remove your bra?  I know your mum had to
remove her blouse but you haven't got a jacket with you so that might be
just a little bit over the top."

   Kirsty went bright red and I thought about what I'd just asked her.  I
marvelled at how quickly things had changed again.  Two minutes ago I
wasn't even sure if I'd still have a girlfriend when I got back to the
table, but here she was acting as though nothing untoward had happened
between us.

   "I'll do it," she said starting to rise

   "No, not yet," I said, putting my hand over hers and grinning.  "What
else did you two discuss while I was away?"

   Across the table Kirsty dropped her eyes, "I asked her if she wanted
you."

   "And?"

   "She laughed," replied Kirsty.  "According to her, you're nice but she
prefers her men to be men, not boys who haven't got there yet."

   "Oh, that hurts," I said grasping my chest above my heart with both
hands.

   "Stop it," said Kirsty.  "I should have thought of that before I started
to give you a hard time.  She's twenty and already has a boyfriend and
that's going to be true most of the time when you're talking to people
isn't it?  They're either going to be in a relationship or not interested
in being in one."

   "Possibly," I said noncommittally.  I mean how was I supposed to know
what state a woman's relationship was in when I started to speak to her.

   "Whatever," said Kirsty waving her hand casually, "She made me realise
that I was being unreasonable, maybe even a little jealous," she admitted.

   "I can live with that," I said grinning again.  "Just don't let it get
out of hand."

   She smiled at me tentatively, "Shall I go and take this off now?" she
asked tweaking the bra strap that ran over her shoulder.

   "Do you want me to order you another drink?" I asked.

   She glanced down and seemed surprised to find an empty beaker before
her.

   "Please."

   "Off you go then," I instructed, "and it'll be here when you get back."

   Kirsty collected the small clutch bag she was using and after glancing
in the direction of the waitresses she disappeared into the back of the
coffee-house.

   ---oOo--

   I waved a hand to attract the attention of a waitress and wasn't
surprised when Nicole waved the nearest woman away and headed for my table.
I smiled as she approached curious to see how she'd behave.

   "How can I help, Sir?"

   "I'd like another coffee, please and a Frappuccino for my girlfriend."

   "Certainly," she replied and half-turned to leave.  She looked back,
balanced for flight and asked softly, "Do you treat all of the women you
know like that?"

   I was about to make a denial but reality reared its head and I paused.
The truth was that with the exception of my mother I 'did' treat all of the
women I knew like that.  My lips were suddenly dry and I had to lick them
before I could answer.

   "Only those who want to be treated like that," I managed to croak out.

   Nicole looked at me strangely, as though she was gauging my honesty,
"Uhmm," she muttered before walking away.

   I watched her go, my mind racing.  Her question made me realise that I
didn't have that many serious female acquaintances.  Four of them, Natasha,
Kirsty, Helen and Rosa were all darees.  Liz was another, admittedly one
who'd gone in a different direction and that might even be over after our
last session.  Other than those, there wasn't a single female that I'd call
a friend, platonic or otherwise.

   Sad or what?

   My meandering thoughts filled the time that Kirsty was away.  It was
only her sudden arrival next to me that brought me back to the here and
now.

   She slid into the chair opposite and I looked pointedly at her chest, I
could make out the darkened area of her nipples.  One thing was immediately
obvious and that was that she'd fastened the blouse up to the top.

   I shook my head and sighed, "You need to undo those buttons you've
fastened," I said, "and you'd better add another as well."

   Her eyes were wide and her complexion was deep red but she didn't say a
word, her hands came up from the table and slowly, almost teasingly worked
their way down from her neck.  They paused when they reached the extra
button I'd requested and Kirsty smiled, "Just for you," she said and popped
the button free.

   I just had time to breathe before Nicole arrived with our new drinks.

   She looked down at Kirsty as she placed the Frappuccino in front of her
and must have had the perfect shot down the front of her blouse.  I was
watching carefully as her eyes went wide, flicked up to Kirsty's red face
and then back down to her cleavage.

   Lets just say it was a good job that she'd put the drink down before she
noticed what was going on or Kirsty could have been wearing her
strawberries and creme.

   Nicole snapped her gaze to me and I smirked, I was feeling particularly
proud of myself then.

   It was Nicole's turn to go pink but she couldn't help glancing back at
Kirsty's chest.  I can't say I blame her, that extra button had turned a
view that was tantalising into an open invitation to swan dive into heaven.

   Nicole walked away shaking her head, I turned to Kirsty and smiled, "You
are truly beautiful.  You know that don't you."

   She didn't reply but her cheeks began to glow, her nipples also perked
up.

   "I see our waitress isn't the only one who's excited by what's
happening."

   Kirsty swallowed and then nodded microscopically.

   "I take it that I can carry on giving you dares, even as your
boyfriend?"

   Kirsty raised her head momentarily before nodding.

   "How daring do you want us to be?" I asked.  "Should I have you remove
your blouse until you've finished your drink?"

   Kirsty's eyes couldn't have got any wider if her life had depended upon
it.

   "Or should I make you go and remove your jeans," I cocked my head to one
side, "I take it you are wearing knickers?"

   Kirsty's mouth was hanging open, her breathing was heavy, gasping and
her nipples seemed to have doubled in size in seconds.

   "No, I don't think so," I said with a smile, "at least not today."

   Kirsty didn't take her eyes off me; she was waiting for me to go on.

   "Does the idea of doing something that extreme excite you?"

   She nodded and dropped her eyes to the table.

   "Look up," I ordered and when she was looking at me again I continued,
"I will set you the sort of dares you want but not today.  I think we've
had enough fun for one day, don't you?"

   The truth is I was mentally exhausted, the fight, the aftermath, even
Nicole's intervention had all taken it out of me.  I need to chill out for
a time and regain a sense of balance.

   Kirsty nodded slowly and a tentative smile appeared, I returned it and
took a sip of my coffee.

   We both managed to relax and for twenty minutes or so we just chatted
away about school, films, games, whatever.  It wasn't really important but
it allowed both of us to relax.

   ---oOo--

   Kirsty glanced at her watch, "It's getting late," she said, "we really
should call my mom."

   I nodded in agreement and then smirked as a wicked thought struck me. 
"Do you want to have a bit of fun?" I asked.

   "What do you mean?" replied Kirsty.

   "Do you want to have a bit of a laugh with Nicole and your mum?"

   Kirsty looked puzzled but after a moments thought she nodded, "What do
we have to do?"

   "Give your mum a call," I said, "and ask her to pick us up." I looked
around and beckoned Nicole over.

   I hadn't thought about timing but things worked out close enough, Nicole
arrived just after Kirsty had asked her mum to come and pick us up.

   "Kirsty, tell your mum where we are," I said keeping half an eye on
Nicole.

   "Mom, we're in the coffee house that you went to with Kevin," said
Kirsty obediently and then grinned.

   I'm not sure what Rosa had said but Kirsty replied, "Yes, we are."

   "Tell her to come in and find us when she gets here," I said.

   Kirsty nodded and relayed my instructions, Nicole stood there frowning,
you could tell she was sure that something was going on but she was not
sure what it was, or how it affected her.

   I grinned broadly as I added, "Tell her she's to be dressed the same way
she was when she left here the last time."

   Kirsty gasped, her mouth dropping open.  "You can't...."

   I nodded and suddenly she giggled, "Mom, Kevin's told me to tell you
that you are to be dressed the same way you were the last time you were
here."

   There was a pause, "No mom, not when you arrived, the same way you were
dressed when you left."

   Nicole was looking from me to Kirsty and back again, her eyes wide.

   "Uh huh," said Kirsty, "that's right.  See you in a bit." She closed her
phone and grinned, "She'll be here as quick as she can," she announced.

   Nicole burst out.  "You have got to be joking!"

   Kirsty grinned, "No, mom will be here to pick us up as soon as she
can...."

   "But..." interrupted Nicole.

   "...And she will be dressed as she was the last time she was here,"
finished Kirsty.

   "I don't believe you," said Nicole looking at me.  "What are you, some
sort of superman or something?"

   "No," I replied seriously.  "Just extremely lucky with the girlfriend
I've got," a grin cracked my serious expression, "and with her mother."

   I turned to Kirsty.  "Maybe I should get her to bring you a jacket?"

   "Why?" asked Kirsty and then her eyes were wide again, "I...."

   I chuckled, I was having fun again, "Don't worry," I said, "we'll save
that for another time."

   I turned back to Nicole.  "Can I have the bill, please?" I asked
innocently.

   Nicole took a moment to get herself organised, "Of course, I'll bring it
over right away."

   She turned away but stopped when I called, "Oh, and Nicole..."

   "Yes?"

   "Have you got a jacket with you?" I asked and winked.

   She spluttered, went bright red and stalked off across the room.  On the
other side of the table Kirsty went a similar shade of red as she tried to
hold in her mirth and as soon as Nicole was clear she burst out, "Oh, you
are so bad."

   "But you love me, anyway," I responded and smiled happily.

   ---oOo--

   Twenty minutes later Rosa strutted into the coffee house, the calf
length black skirt again swishing around her legs as she moved.  The sharp
echoes of her heels striking the ground reverberating around the room and
drew eyes in her direction.

   Nicole jumped up from the counter and intercepted her before she could
move to join us.  I watched on in amusement as the twenty-something
waitress gave the thirty-something woman the once over, her gaze drawn
towards the exposed cleavage.

   Kirsty giggled as Nicole turned towards us and led Rosa across the room,
two clearly visible hard points in the waitress's burgundy polo shirt gave
a clue as to how she was feeling.

   Rosa loved every second of the walk across the room with all eyes upon
her.  She was one sexy woman and if Kirsty aged as well then I was going to
be in hog's heaven.  My eye flew wide as I realised I'd just been
contemplating a lifetime with my first serious girlfriend, a girl I'd only
really been going out with for a couple of days.

   "Your girlfriend's mother is here, Sir," announced Nicole.

   "So what do you think?" I asked.

   I wasn't that surprised when she rushed off without answering.

   Rosa frowned, "What have you been up to?" she asked.

   "We've been having a bit of fun," I said before turning to Kirsty. 
"Haven't we?"

   Kirsty nodded vigorously which had the side effect of demonstrating that
her bra was no longer where it started.

   "Your bra?" asked Rosa looking pointedly at her daughter's chest.

   "In my bag," replied Kirsty patting the stuffed clutch bag on the table.

   "Kevin?" asked Rosa and Kirsty nodded.

   "Are you happy now that you've got us both exposed?" Rosa asked from
behind a smile.

   "Seeing you both topless would be better," I replied returning her
smile, "But I'm saving that event for another time."

   The older member of the Kaplinsky family giggled like a schoolgirl and I
couldn't help but watch how her boobs wiggled in sympathy.

   "Shall we be going then?" asked Rosa when my eyes returned to her face.

   "Oh, all right," I replied, "though I'd have been happy to stay here
with the two of you."

   "Mom, he's been like that all night," exclaimed Kirsty.

   "Like what?" asked Rosa wearing a puzzled frown.

   "It's as though he's flirting when he doesn't have to," she replied.

   "Take it as he wants to keep you and is making the effort to attract
you," replied Rosa, "if he stops it's probably because he's saving it for
someone else."

   I raised an eyebrow in query, what was she implying?

   She didn't answer and I was left to wonder as Kirsty dragged me to my
feet and wrapped her arm around me.  The three of us headed for the door
smiling happily as we made our exit.

   When we reached the door Nicole stepped in front of us and as we stopped
she looked straight at me.

   "You asked a question earlier," she said, "when you were sitting down."
She paused, "The answer is yes, I do have a jacket here."

   Kirsty squeezed me tightly and I gave her a smile before turning my
attention back to Nicole, "I take it you want to play our game then?"

   Nicole swallowed and nodded in reply.

   "Then I dare you to go home after work wearing just the jacket on top,"
I said.  "If you're feeling brave you're to open the jacket as you approach
your home."

   Behind us Rosa gasped as she heard what I'd said but I ignored her and
asked Nicole, "Are you going to do it?"

   "I live in an apartment," she replied blinking as she did so.

   "Do you use the lift or take the stairs?" I probed.

   "The lift," responded Nicole.

   "Then open your jacket as you enter the lift," I smiled, "you're not to
touch it again until you get to your apartment no matter what."

   "I don't know..."

   "Go on," said Kirsty, "You've no idea how good it is until you do it the
first time."

   Nicole looked at Kirsty and then smiled tentatively, "OK, I'll do it."

   I smiled, "Good for you," I said encouragingly, "Let us know how you get
on?"

   "How?" asked Nicole and Rosa stepped forward pulling a little card out
of her breast pocket.

   "Here, this has my mobile number on it," she said.  "Give me a call and
I'll pass the message on."

   Nicole took the business card from Rosa and slipped it into a trouser
pocket, "I'll, uhhh, be in touch," she said.

   I gave Nicole a wave and we left the coffee shop, I could feel ripples
of amusement running through Kirsty as she hugged me and the sound of
Rosa's heels following us as we made our way through the mall.

   ---oOo--

   As we stepped into the fresh air outside the mall Kirsty giggled, the
mirth she'd been holding in finally escaped.  I half supported her with my
arm and had to fight my own chuckles.

   "What's got into you two?" called Rosa as our progress ground to a halt.

   "Sorry," I gasped.

   "Oh Mom, you should have seen Nicole.  She's been hopping around like a
cat on a hot tin roof all evening," said Kirsty.

   Rosa gave her daughter a look that should have quelled her hilarity but
it simply set her off again.  I shrugged.  I wasn't sure what was so funny
either.

   "Mom," Kirsty managed eventually, "I went off on one earlier and it was
Kevin working with, or should that be on, Nicole that got my feet back
under me."

   Rosa's eyebrows furrowed.

   "I did what you did when you were here," supplied Kirsty.  "I sort of
assumed that Kevin was going to be playing around and that I should be
controlling his life."

   Rosa's frown deepened and it was Kirsty's turn to shrug.  "I was wrong
and Kevin didn't let me get away with it." She raised her eyebrow at her
mother and I went red at her words.

   She let out a snort, "Does that sound familiar, Mom?"

   Rosa looked from her daughter to me and her frown turned into a weak
smile; "I believe it does," she said.

   We reached where Rosa had parked her Jaguar and the three of us came to
a halt.

   "I suppose you two are going to be in the back?" asked Rosa looking
straight at me.

   "Oh, yes," I replied with a grin, "but I don't think I should be having
all the fun, should I?"

   Rosa's look turned from almost resignation to a watchful wariness.

   "Why don't you open your jacket," I said, "like you did the last time
you drove me home?"

   Kirsty gripped my arm firmly and I could feel her vibrating again, in
front of me Rosa blinked but remained silent.

   "Rosa," I said firmly, "open your jacket, now."

   The older woman glanced to her daughter and back to me before raising a
hand to release the single button that was holding her jacket closed.  The
two sides went slack though nothing was really revealed but that didn't
stop Kirsty from hissing, "Yes!"

   I turned to my girlfriend, a smile fixed firmly in place.  "I'm glad you
approve," I said, "Now why don't you open your blouse?"

   Her eyes went wide and I heard a hiss from Rosa, it seems that the women
in the Kaplinsky household reacted in a similar way.

   "Uhhh," was all Kirsty managed to articulate.

   "Would you like me to help you?" I asked.  "Or should I get your mother
to undress you?"

   "You wouldn't," snapped Kirsty and immediately she changed her mind. 
"You would." She didn't wait for my response but grabbed the first button
and twisted it free.  I continued to smile as she unfastened the rest of
her buttons.

   I'll tell you now; holding that smile and keeping my eyes on her face
was one of the hardest things I've ever done.  Dribbling and staring would
have been much easier to do.

   Kirsty was a deep red by the time she managed to manipulate the last
button and Rosa was panting in my ear as she watched her daughter carry out
my bidding.

   "In the car, both of you," I said firmly.  I was having a hard time
keeping my hands to myself and I needed to get things moving or I'd have
grabbed something that maybe I should have done, but not here and now.

   I landed beside Kirsty in the back seat of that Jaguar and sat on my
hands, anything to keep them under control.

   "Straight home?" asked Rosa.

   "I think so," I replied and then couldn't make up my mind whether Kirsty
was relieved or disappointed.

   I freed up a hand and slipped my arm around Kirsty's shoulder, pulling
her into my side before kissing her on the forehead.

   I whispered, "Thank you for a wonderful evening," in her ear.

   She turned to me and her lips sought mine.

   Time passed without notice until the car pulled to a halt and Rosa
called a halt to proceedings.

   "We're here," she announced.

   I chuckled as I got disentangled, a glance forward showed Rosa looking
back at us and smiling, it also revealed one of her boobs quite nicely as
she twisted towards us.  I blew her a kiss and then aimed another at the
exposed breast.

   She gasped and Kirsty giggled as I pushed the door open.

   "Thanks for the lift," I called as I stood on the pavement.

   "You're welcome," replied Rosa.

   "Bye, Gorgeous," I said to Kirsty.

   "Bye," she murmured, dropping her eyes once more.

   I was straightening up when Rosa called out, "Can you come to lunch on
Sunday?"

   I stopped moving and was staring at Kirsty when her head came up, her
eyes wide in shock.

   "I'd have to check with my mum but I don't think there'd be any
problems," I replied cautiously.

   Kirsty was shaking her head from side to side as if there was a problem.

   "Please try," said Rosa.  "It'll give you a chance to meet Ana?"

   Shit!  I'd forgotten she was going to be here.

   Kirsty looked at her mother as though she'd just proposed the most
horrific thing possible.  I slipped back in through the door and kissed her
on the cheek, "Don't worry," I whispered, "It'll be all right."

   Stood on the pavement I blew Kirsty another kiss, "Thanks for the lift,
Rosa," I called and stepped back and slammed the door shut.

   As she drove off I thought, 'Another night and another hardon.  This has
got to stop.'

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 17

   I staggered through the front door and straight into the waiting arms of
Mum, metaphorically speaking not physically, though that might have been
interesting, not that I had much chance to dwell on that thought.

   "Have you had a good time?" she asked, a knowing smile plastered all
over her face.

   "Uhh, uhmm," I replied going red as I remembered how much fun I'd had on
the journey home.

   "Did Kirsty enjoy herself?" asked mum seemingly amused by my response.

   I nodded, "She seemed to," I replied remembering how hard my
girlfriend's nipples had been when I'd had to get out of the car.

   "So, have you got any plans for seeing your new girlfriend tomorrow?"

   I looked at Mum and shrugged, "She's got to meet her Auntie tomorrow," I
replied.  "She's coming over from America to stay with them for a bit."

   Mum chuckled at something I'd said, or maybe it was the way I said it
that set her off.

   "How long will it be till you get to see her again, then?" she asked.

   "I'll see her tomorrow at school, but that's not really the same," I
said, I felt my face going red as I realised what I'd said.

   Mum was almost laughing at me now, "I don't suppose they let you cuddle
up during lessons, do they?"

   I managed to shake my head negatively, speaking was too risky, I'd
probably put my foot in it even further if I did.

   "Any chance Kirsty will be free over the weekend?" probed Mum.

   I remembered the invitation I'd been given to Sunday lunch; something
must have shown on my face because Mum looked at me inquisitively.

   "I was invited to Sunday lunch," I said, "So that I can meet the Aunt."

   Mum chuckled again, "She's already inviting you to meet the family, is
she?"

   "No," I said vehemently, "It was her mother who invited me." I shrugged,
"To be honest, I'm not sure if Kirsty wanted me to be there.  I think she
has some issues with her Aunt."

   "Anything serious?"

   "I don't think so," I said, "I think it's more that Kirsty's a bit
insecure."

   "Why?" asked Mum in surprise.

   "She doesn't think she's good looking for a start," I replied.

   "She doesn't!" Mum's answer was accompanied by raised eyebrows, "Why
ever not?"

   "I don't suppose the fact that she hangs around with Natasha helps," I
said.  She's not exactly a plain Jane." I grinned at Mum who was giving me
one of those looks, "Don't worry, Natasha would chew me up and spit me
out," and if she didn't, Johnny Rogers would, I thought.

   I continued the original conversation; "I think Kirsty's insecurity
might also have something to do with the fact that her mom and dad got
divorced." I shrugged, "I don't know her well enough to do more than guess
though."

   "It takes some kids like that," said Mum who then turned serious on me.
"Don't go doing anything that could cause her problems."

   "Mum..." I mean what sort of trip was that to go laying on me?  I had
enough problems thinking about me let alone anyone else.

   "I don't mean to say you need to be a psychologist or anything,"
explained Mum.  "Just be careful if it looks like things could be getting
more serious than you want them to be.  It's better to let her down early
than continue with something that you're not sure about and let it get out
of hand."

   I nodded but Mum's words went in one ear and out the other.  Kirsty was
a big girl and could look after herself, besides I was having too much fun
to worry about how anyone else would react if things came to a halt.

   "I'm off to bed," I said and carefully made my way past Mum and up the
stairs.  I was tired but I had a more pressing need to take care of and
talking to Mum hadn't taken that away, I just hoped she hadn't noticed.

   ---oOo--

   School was boring, I mean, like really tedious.

   Natasha was off with the rest of her friends mainly due to the fact that
Kirsty was taking the day off to collect her aunt, something I'd forgotten
when I was talking to Mum last night.  Lessons were pretty humdrum and I
couldn't concentrate on what was going on in those I attended.  There ought
to be some mechanism for opting out of school for the day when you couldn't
be bothered without it counting against you, but there wasn't so I had to
suffer.

   Anyway, by the time I arrived home I'd had about as much as I could
stand of trying to be a good student, hence the bag containing my homework
was lobbed in the direction of bedroom corner and forgotten about.  Deep
down I knew I'd catch up over the weekend.  I was too 'goody-goody' for my
own good sometimes but just now I wasn't interested.

   I powered up the computer and looked around as it burped and spluttered
into life.  I grinned as I took in what had once been my world.  I'd spent
so much time in here alone that I'd almost become afraid to leave.  Now I
wanted to be out of here more than I wanted to stay, even if all of my old
toys were still here.

   I guess I was growing up.

   I passed an hour surfing the web and planning out future dares, or to
put it another way, ogling pictures of scantily clad women and dreaming of
Kirsty, Natasha and the rest dressed the same.  If the idea I had for the
next dare panned out, I could see the girls making several trips to the
fancy dress shop over the coming months before parading around in very
revealing outfits.

   My daydreams were interrupted by the shrill warble coming from the phone
on the windowsill; I picked it up and checked the caller ID.  I'd kept my
old phone plugged in ever since I'd started having fun with the girls and
it was the only one I'd used to call Helen on.  She didn't have my main
number yet.

   "Evening, Helen, what can I do for you?"

   "Hi, Kevin," was the brisk reply and then, without any build up she
asked, "I've been speaking to Natasha and she's telling me that you're
considering another dare?"

   I chuckled, "Feeling a little neglected are we?"

   "No," she replied forcefully.  "Well maybe a little," she admitted after
a momentary pause.  "Are you going to stop playing now that you've got a
girlfriend?"

   "I would if that is what she wanted me to do," I admitted, "but she
seems happy to continue playing our games so I'll be continuing for now."

   "Good," replied Helen.  "Now about this new dare you're thinking of,
what is it and more importantly when is it?"

   "The where and when are undecided at the moment," I said.  "But the idea
is pretty much sorted."

   "Ohh," came a sound of frustration from the phone, "Are you going to
tell me what it is or do I have to come over there and pull it from you
word by word?" she growled.

   I chuckled again, "Now I might find that interesting but I think my mum
would object to you coming over here and committing violence to her poor
innocent son," I said.

   "Not once I told her why I was beating up her 'poor innocent son' she
wouldn't," was the rejoinder.

   "You might have a point there," I agreed.  "OK, the dare is a variation
on the one you did at the mall but it's a lot more exposed and you begin
dressed in a way that is more likely to get you noticed."

   "It does," said Helen, "How?"

   "How do you feel about buying an outfit for a dare?" I asked, ignoring
her question.

   "How much will it cost?" she asked, her tone sounding suspicious.

   "I'm not sure," I replied, "I checked on the net and they don't seem
that bad but you may want to see what you can find without going to a fancy
dress shop."

   "What's the outfit?" growled Helen, getting aggressive again.

   "I kind of thought it would be nice to see you all dressed up as
schoolgirl's, so that's the outfit for the dare..." I said, my voice fading
away as I held my breath waiting for a response.

   After a very short pause Helen asked, "I take it you're not thinking of
the sort of thing that Natasha wears to school everyday, are you?"

   "No," I admitted, "I was thinking of something more along the lines of
the uniforms worn in the St.  Trinian's film."

   I was happy that the idea hadn't been squashed out of hand.  "If you
could find something suitable around town that would be fine," I added,
"just so that all four of you looked the same."

   "It could be anything, then?" asked Helen, "as long as it looks like a
school uniform?"

   "That's right," I replied, "and you would have to end up naked, or as
close as made no difference after removing four items," I said.  "That
would make me happy," I concluded and then blushed as I realised what I'd
said.

   Helen snorted, "I'm sure you would be," she said.

   "I mean, I uhhh," I stuttered then tried again.  "I was looking at four
items, a blouse, a skirt, a bra and knickers," I said.  "Shoes would be
required and it would be up to you whether you wore stockings or socks."

   "And we'd be taking these things off one at a time?" pressed Helen.

   "That's my idea though I need to check out the location before I can say
anything for definite."

   "And when are you going to run this dare?" asked Natasha's mother.  I
pictured her frowning as she contemplated her diary in her mind.

   "I'm not sure," I said.  "Rosa has her sister over from the States and
may not be free until she goes back.  If she can get away I'd like to do it
on Sunday but it all depends..."

   "I'll speak to Rosa and find out if she's going to be free," said Helen.
"You do what you need to do and I'll call you tomorrow night and well
decide what's happening then."

   "Make it a bit later than this," I said.  "I won't be able to get
everything done and be back here before, say, nine o'clock."

   "All right, I'll call you then," she said, "Bye."

   "Bye," I replied and returned the phone to the windowsill and its
charger.

   All I had to do now was make sure that the girls weren't going to be too
exposed when they carried out the dare.  It's strange isn't it.  Here I was
setting challenges that put the girls at risk but I was constantly thinking
of just how severe that risk was and doing my best to minimise it whilst
still making things entertaining.  I'm sure it would be easier if I just
gave out dares and then stood around to watch the consequences, but I'm not
that type of boy.

   ---oOo--

   I suppose our town is like most towns these days, its old centre has
lost all of its large stores and consists of small shops catering to
specific needs alongside places of entertainment and I use that term
loosely.  It describes places to meet, eat and drink or in other words pubs
and diners, as the Americans call a cafe.

   Can you tell I did Business and Commerce last year?  I'll probably end
up doing a business-based degree when I go to college, as that seems to be
the way to go these days.

   Anyway what this means in our case is that the `there' is now a ring
road around the outskirts of the town with various malls and retail parks
off it.  The mall we'd already used was one of these areas and it was by
far the busiest, however there were others, alongside business parks that
were practically deserted over the weekend.

   I'd managed to borrow Mum's car for the evening and was quietly cruising
around the ring road looking at the various car parks and their associated
buildings.  What I was looking for was somewhere that was accessible but
reasonably private.  In addition I didn't want any sort of CCTV coverage
and it was that which was causing me the most difficulties.

   The two retail parks I'd looked at had coverage over all of their car
parks and although they ceased trading between four and five o'clock on
Sunday's the CCTV was almost certainly still operating, recording if not
being watched.

   The first business park had been a little too rough for my liking,
surrounded as it was by dilapidated buildings and worn out billboards. 
Even the parking area had been filled with litter and potholes.  Not the
sort of place I'd want to hang around let alone bring a bunch of women to.

   I pulled into the next parking lot along and discovered I'd actually
gone wrong.  There were two entrances side by side, the second one led into
the small, high tech retail park and the first, which I'd taken, was for a
small business park.

   I looped around until I was pointing towards the road and stopped the
car.

   I looked around and grinned, this place looked as though it was perfect,
I clambered out of the car ready for a walk around to check my initial
impressions.

   The business park was separated from the retail park by a strip of grass
about twenty feet wide with a row of rose bushes running down the centre. A
similar row of bushes created a barrier between the ring road and the
parking area.

   Standing in the parking area and looking around I could see the tops of
the cars passing by on the road but only those high sided vehicles, SUV's,
delivery vans and the like could actually see into the lot.

   Looking in the direction of the retail park showed a couple of lighting
towers with CCTV cameras on them but as I walked back towards the main
building they disappeared from view.

   Around the front of the building was a small decorative wall with a
couple of urn like plant holders either side of a short flight of steps
that led to the plain glass double doors.  Careful examination of the
building didn't reveal any cameras or other worrying features but it did
show me a place where I could sit on the wall and have a good view of any
vehicles that pulled into the place.  It was also close enough to the urn
so that I'd be able to position the video camera in there to film anything
that happened.

   I wracked my brain as I tried to remember what the range was on the
camera's remote control was but failed to drag up the information.  That
led to a bit of guess work on my part, I figured that the average studio
had to take an eight by ten back drop and be twice as long as it was wide
so I was good for at least twenty-four feet.

   Working with that I paced off eight strides and found a spot near the
far side of the door that would give me a good field of view down the
stairs.  I was happy as I went back to Mum's car, mentally making a list of
the things I would need to bring with me if I was going to record the day's
events.

   The only other thing of note was an indication of my own stupidity.  I
had to drive back around the ring road to find out what the business park
was called so that I'd know its name when I was telling Helen where she
needed to meet me.

   It was the Trident International Trading Park.

   I made one more stop before I headed for home and that was in the retail
park to confirm what time it closed on a Sunday.

   I went home happy that everything was now in place for the next dare. 
All I needed now was a party of darees.

   ---oOo--

   I'm sure I've mentioned it before but anticipation is the best
aphrodisiac I've found.  Simply sitting here waiting for Helen to ring me
so that I can lay the dare on her is stimulating my mind.  Visions of what
is to come are flitting around the inside of my head with a predictable
impact on my body.

   Or to put it another way, thinking about the girls running around
outside in just their underwear was giving me a hardon.

   I pushed the piece of paper on which I'd made notes across my desk for
the umpteenth time tonight, anything to create a distraction and force me
to keep my hands off my dick.

   "Brinnng..."

   I leapt for the phone and hit the little green button, "Hello."

   "Kevin," said Helen in my ear.

   "Hi, Helen," I replied a sense of relief flooding through me.

   Helen chuckled, "I take it you're ready to tell me about the next dare?"

   "It's that obvious?"

   "Yes," she said and I could hear the smile in her voice.  "Not that I
blame you," she continued, "I'm pretty excited anticipating what is to
come."

   There it is again, anticipation as a stimulus.  I really must remember
that.

   "Right then, I've called this dare 'Drive by Stripping,' which pretty
much describes what I want you to do," I began.  "I want each of you to be
dressed up as a schoolgirl, as we discussed earlier, that's four items of
clothing plus socks or stockings and the shoes of your choice."

   "Uh huh," murmured Helen.

   "You will meet me on the car park in front of the Trident International
Trading Park at six o'clock.  Do you know where that is?"

   "I'm not sure," replied Helen, "but I'm sure I can find it."

   "It's next to the electrical retail park off the ring road," I said.

   "I know it," confirmed Helen.

   "Right, you meet me there at six and park the car.  You walk over to me
and remove one of the items of clothing you're wearing.  I'll keep that
safe for you as you get back in the car and drive one lap of the ring
road."

   "Yesss..." said Helen.

   "You repeat the exercise until you've removed all of the schoolgirl
outfit.  That should mean that you are doing the last trip around the ring
road in just your shoes and socks," I concluded.

   "It does, doesn't it," said Helen and then paused.  Suddenly there was a
giggle down the phone, "I wonder if we can find any of those straw-boaters
they wear in the film."

   I snorted; I could picture the prim and proper look Helen would give
someone from under her hat as they stared at her through the car window.

   "No hockey sticks, though," I gasped as I pictured Natasha and Kirsty
hanging out of the windows waving various weapons at innocent passers-by. I
started coughing and had to put the phone down until it stopped.

   "Sorry, I choked," I said

   "So I heard," said Helen.

   "Ok then, what do you think?" I asked.

   "I take it that this Trident Park is, uhmm, secluded?"

   "It's not that secluded," I replied, "but I think it's OK for what we're
doing.  It's not really visible from the retail park and that will have
finished by then anyway.  It can be seen from the ring road but only by
vans and the like and it's not that busy on a Sunday."

   "All right," said Helen, "I think we can go with that.  What about a
forfeit?"

   "Anyone who decides they're not going to take off the next piece of the
uniform has to stay with me whilst the rest of you continue," I said.

   "That's not much of a forfeit," said Helen.

   "I'd enjoy it," I said, "but if you can come up with something more
suitable I'll go with it."

   "I'll think about it," replied Helen.  "Is there anything else?"

   "Have you heard from Rosa yet?"

   "No, nothing."

   "Then we'll put the dare on hold until she's called you," I said.

   "I'll give her a ring right now," said Helen.  "I don't want to miss
out."

   "You wouldn't be missing out," I replied, "it would just build the
anticipation until you carried it out."

   "I've had enough of anticipation for now," shot back Helen.  "What I
want now is action."

   I rubbed my hand over my erection and murmured, "So do I."

   Helen heard me because she giggled, "I'll call Rosa and let you know the
outcome," she said, "Bye for now."

   "Bye," I responded and cut the call.  Things were looking good.

   ---oOo--

   Twenty minutes later the phone rang again; I grabbed it and was
surprised to hear Kirsty's voice.

   "Kevin?"

   "Yeah, it's me," I replied, "How are you?"

   "I'm okay," she replied and fell silent.

   "Come on, I'm not that bad," I said jokingly.  "You can speak to me, you
know?"

   "I know," she said almost shyly, "It's just that I'm not used to talking
to a boyfriend on the phone."

   "Well why don't you tell me why you called, then?"

   "Oh, that, yes, uhmm, Mom has been speaking to Helen," she said in a
rush, "and I've been told to tell you that we're going to be there on
Sunday for the dare."

   "Brilliant!" I announced rather loudly.

   "I thought you'd be happy," said Kirsty as she giggled sexily.

   For once it appeared that my brain was functioning at something like its
normal level and I remembered that the infamous Aunt Ana was staying with
Kirsty.  "What about your Aunt, won't she be a problem if you're both going
to be there?" I asked.

   "I don't know what she's going to be doing," replied Kirsty, "but I'm
sure Mom will come up with something or other to keep her out of the way."

   I nodded before I realised that Kirsty couldn't see me, "That's good. 
How's it been with her otherwise?" I asked cautiously.

   "God she's become a miserable bitch," exclaimed Kirsty, any reluctance
to talk disappearing as she began gossiping.

   "Uhh," I grunted in reply.

   "All she does is moan about how bored she is," continued Kirsty.  "To
hear her talk you'd think there was nothing going on in the world because
it doesn't impact on her own private little bit of it."

   "Well maybe there isn't anything going on in her world and global events
are too big," I offered.

   "Tell me about it," she replied.  "All I've heard so far is how boring
her husband was and how stilted all her friends have become.  I asked her
once why they were her friends if they were that bad and she said there was
no one else around she could even talk to so she had to keep the few
acquaintances she had.  She keeps going on about somebody called Mrs. 
Grundy or something.  It's doing my head in."

   I chuckled as Kirsty spluttered down the phone.  "So is she still the
man-eater you thought she was, then?" I asked.

   "Well she's still flaunting what she's got, if that's what you mean?"
said Kirsty tartly.  "But anyone who had to listen to her moaning would be
driven off in seconds."

   "So you're not worried about me coming to lunch on Sunday anymore,
then?"

   "No," she replied and then sighed.  "She's still good looking and all
that but now I can see she's, oh I don't, maybe not worth the effort
describes it."

   "High maintenance?" I asked and then screwed my face up, I hope she
didn't think I thought that of her.

   "Yeah that's a good description of it," said Kirsty.  "It's me, me, me
and that's all that counts.  If you don't agree with her then you're of no
use to her."

   "So a poor little school boy like me has nothing to worry about then?" I
said.  Yeah I was fishing but what can I say, maybe I was a little insecure
as well.

   There was silence for a moment and then Kirsty answered in a thoughtful
manner, "I wouldn't say that.  She might just want you as a plaything."

   "Oh yeah, I can see that happening," I said dismissivly.  "She tries
anything like that and I'll put her in her place."

   "I'll hold you to that," said Kirsty and from her tone of voice I don't
think she was kidding.

   ---oOo--

   Interlude

   "It is so boring back home," said Ana, again.  "No one is prepared to
have a little fun."

   I caught my daughter's eye and looked to the ceiling, we'd spent the
last two days listening to Ana moaning about the state of her existence. 
According to her she wanted a little excitement in her life but no one was
prepared to offer her the chance to live a little.  All of her now
ex-husbands had been boring, straight-laced and mundane without one iota of
get up and go between them, to hear her talk even sex had become a chore.

   "Remember when we used to do those stupid little dares.  Hell they were
more fun than I'm getting now," she continued her rant.

   We were sitting in the kitchen having a coffee before we went shopping.
Helen had called last night to let us know that she'd be picking up the
costumes for tomorrow's dare and though I'd given her our sizes I'd have
liked to be going with her but that wasn't possible with Ana here.  It was
going to be enough of a problem getting time away from her tomorrow as it
was.

   "Wouldn't it be fun to be young and play those sort of games again?"
asked Ana, waving her arms around.

   I froze as I was, the cup of steaming coffee inches from my lips and
stared straight ahead, wide-eyed.

   I couldn't!

   My mind wouldn't let go of the idea.  The thought of having Ana join in
the games Kirsty and I were playing jumped up and down in front of my eyes,
waving a huge flag to attract my attention.  It was tempting, very
tempting, and as I shook off the paralysis I looked across the table to
Kirsty.  I waited a moment until I was sure that I had her attention then I
raised an eyebrow questioningly, hoping that she would understand what I
was asking with the gesture.

   She looked back puzzled, a frown disturbing the smoothness of her
forehead so I glanced at Ana and back to her before mouthing the word,
'Sunday.'

   Kirsty glanced at Ana and then her eyes went huge as realisation of what
I was asking dawned on her.  The smirk that crossed the young madam's face
was all the answer I needed, she thought it was a good idea, or maybe it
was the chance to put her Aunt in her place that appealed.

   I placed the coffee cup back on the table and waited for Ana to run
down. "Have you ever considered getting together with a group of your
friends," I began cautiously, "you know, your closest girlfriends and then
you could then have a go at playing games like that?"

   When I asked the question I knew I was fishing and that I was just
dangling the bait out there and waiting for a nibble before I struck.

   I caught the expression on Kirsty's face as I asked the question and had
to try very hard not to giggle.  Considering the fact she hadn't wanted
Kevin to meet Ana at all, she seemed to be enjoying the idea of getting her
Aunt to join in with us when we carried out his dare, she really did have a
wicked streak, I wonder where she got that from?

   Ana shook her head, "I can't say that I have," she snorted derisively.
"I doubt if any of them would consider it a good idea if I proposed it. 
They're nearly as bad as the men I know, so set in their ways and scared of
upsetting the neighbours.  You have no idea what it's like out there, if
anyone thinks you're doing anything even the slightest bit risqué the
gossips will rip you to shreds."

   "You don't have to play in your own backyard," I said, shaking my head.
"Weren't you the one that told me that you'd enjoyed running up and down
that hotel corridor when you went to L.A..

   Kirsty frowned and I added, "Topless," for her benefit.

   Kirsty snorted in amusement and Ana gave her a quelling look; that
revelation had been a long time ago and I'd never told Kirsty about it.

   "That was three husbands ago and it wasn't for him that I did it," she
declared and then smiled, "but you're right.  It was fun.  I got a hell of
a buzz from doing it and the lucky bugger benefited from it that night,
though he never knew why he'd got so lucky."

   "So what's to stop you doing that sort of thing again?" asked Kirsty
innocently.

   Ana turned to look at my daughter and became serious, "Nothing, I
suppose," she said and then sighed.  "It just doesn't seem like it would be
as much fun if you do it by yourself.  I don't think it would be that much
fun if a friend was setting the challenge," she said, "or a sister," she
added giving me a smile.

   Kirsty cocked her head to one side before answering, "So if I set a dare
it wouldn't be any good?"

   "Oh, I'm sure it would be fun but, well, you're another girl and that
doesn't give you the buzz that having a man set the challenge does." Ana
smiled.  "You'll find out about that one day," she said condescendingly.

   Kirsty bristled with indignation but I stepped in before she could say
anything.

   "How about if I knew someone," I said, "a male who would set the
challenge for you.  He'd even be there to watch as you carried it out?"

   "You know someone like that?" asked Ana in surprise.

   I nodded, "So does Kirsty." I glanced to my daughter and smiled, glad to
see that she'd returned to her happy, innocent look.

   "She does?" It was Ana's turn to go wide-eyed.  "You're going to tell me
next that he's set you both dares and that you've carried them out, aren't
you?" She didn't sound convinced, I guess she thought we were winding her
up.

   "Kirsty, have you got any of the pictures to hand?" I asked never taking
my eyes from my sister.

   "I'll get them," she replied jumping to her feet.  "Do you want yours as
well?"

   "Yes," I replied happy to see the expression on Ana's face change from
disbelief to something that looked like anticipation.

   "Back in a minute," said Kirsty as she dashed off in the direction of
her bedroom.

   "You're serious, aren't you?" asked Ana as soon as Kirsty was out of
sight.

   I nodded, "A boy caught Kirsty and her friend playing games.  He set a
challenge and we've been having fun ever since."

   "Has he..."

   "No," I said, shaking my head negatively, "though he is going out with
Kirsty now so it probably won't be long before he has."

   "He's her boyfriend?  Oh my God!" exclaimed Ana, her hand rising and
gripping the front of her blouse.

   Kirsty came clattering back into the room, a clutch of pictures in her
hand.  We all gathered around and she laid the first one down on the table.

   "This is me at McDonalds," she said proudly.

   I smiled as she'd begun with the tamest of all the pictures we'd
received from Kevin, sexy, yes, but not particularly wild or incriminating.

   The next one she produced was mine from that same dare in McDonalds and
my boobs were there for all to see, beside me Ana hissed but I couldn't
tell whether that was a good or bad sound.

   The next picture was one of the ones of me cavorting under the
sprinklers.  I'll admit that this was one of my favourites, showing my body
as it did without revealing any of the flaws I knew I had.

   "You were made to do that?" asked Ana, pointing towards the picture.

   "It was Mom's forfeit for failing a dare," said Kirsty helpfully when I
didn't answer immediately.

   "What was the dare?" asked Ana looking from the picture to me and back
again.

   "We had to walk around the mall, opening a button on the front of our
dresses as we did each lap," explained Kirsty.  "Mom was the first one to
chicken out."

   "I didn't chicken out," I said a little brusquely, "I just didn't think
things through very clearly beforehand."

   Ana looked at me questioningly.

   I sighed, "I picked a dress with about half a dozen buttons, the rest of
them had a dozen or more.  To make matters worse I pulled one of the
buttons off when I was opening it and this lot wouldn't let me count it
because I hadn't actually unfastened it before it fell off."

   Ana glanced at Kirsty, who was giggling away merrily.  "And you had to
dance in the rain as a forfeit?"

   "Pretty much," I replied, "but it's not rain, it's the sprinkler system
at the sports ground."

   "What else have you done?" she asked breathlessly.

   "We've sat on the top step at school and had a pee," said Kirsty.

   "And gone to work in a see-through blouse and no bra," I added.

   "You keep saying 'we,'" said Ana.  "Who else is involved?"

   "Kirsty's friend Natasha and her mother, Helen," I replied.

   My sister frowned in contemplation.  "And there's another dare coming up
soon, isn't there?"

   "Tomorrow night," I replied, "but we need to get some bits and pieces
together before we can do that one."

   "So if I want to join in," she said, "I need to decide now?"

   "That's right," I said.  "How was it you used to put it.  It's time to
shit or get off the pot." I gave her a grin and waited for her to respond.

   Kirsty snorted and Ana smiled, "Then you better have the toilet paper
ready because I'm up for it," she said and then grinned back at me, just
like when we were kids.

   "Good," I replied happily, "I'll let Helen know you'll be joining us."

   Ana glanced down at the pictures again.  "Do you think we'll get some
more pictures like these?"

   "I'm sure we will," I said.  "But we can always put in a request for
more, just for you."

   Ana nodded in agreement, she was bright red but I think that was more
from excitement than embarrassment.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 18

   I rolled over and stretched, my body creaking as it responded to my
commands.  After flexing my shoulders a couple of times I looked at the
alarm clock and found it was early, not ridiculously so but still before
I'd normally wake up on a Sunday.

   I grinned as I hopped out of bed.  It must be that anticipation thing
again.

   I dashed into the bathroom for a quick shower and carried it out without
really giving it much thought.  My thoughts were on the up coming meeting
with Kirsty's Aunt and the conversation I'd had with Kirsty on Friday
night. I was a little worried that her Aunt would roll over me and I was
trying to come up with a strategy to avoid that without causing a scene of
some sort that would create problems for the two of us later.

   I was no closer to solving the dilemma when I'd finished my morning
ablutions than I had been when I started but the need to feed the beast
meant that I needed to get downstairs and raid the kitchen now.

   I nearly jumped out of my skin when Dad said, "Morning," as I walked
into the kitchen.

   "Morning," I responded and frowned at him.

   "Your mother's got a headache so I left her in bed," he said answering
the unasked question.  "You'll have to get your own breakfast this
morning." He picked up his coffee mug and turned his attention back to the
paper.

   I poured a cup of coffee from the pot Dad had made into my mug and added
milk.  I guess I was a bit young to drink coffee but I'd found I liked it
when I was studying for the last lot of exams I'd taken.  Now I'd have a
cup with my breakfast at weekends and like I had when I was out with Rosa
or Kirsty.

   I didn't fancy cooking anything and I was fed up with the cereals I had
all week so I decided that toast was the easiest thing to manage.

   "Would you like some toast?" I asked Dad with my hand in the bread bin.

   Dad looked over the top of his paper.  "With marmalade?" he asked.

   "If we've got any," I replied.

   "Go on then," he answered before returning to his paper.

   I dropped four thick slices of bread into the toaster and went looking
for the butter and the marmalade.

   "You're in luck," I told him.  "Mum must have liked you when she went
shopping." I held up a jar of orange marmalade and one of lime.  "Which
would you like?"

   "I'll have the orange," he said folding up his newspaper.

   I carried the two jars back to the side by the toaster and waited for
the bread to pop out of the top.  My thoughts drifting back to the
discussion I had with my parents over dares and whether they'd ever carried
them out.  As the toast popped up I decided this was as good a time as any
to press Dad for the full story, especially as Mum should be safely out of
the way.

   I breathed in deeply.  I simply loved the smell of freshly buttered
toast.  I dropped another four slices of bread into the toaster and carried
the prepared slices over to the kitchen table and joined Dad.

   He took the orange marmalade and I opened the jar containing the lime
preserve.  "That is too strong for me, especially the thick rind stuff that
Mum buys."

   "It's the one I prefer," said Dad, scooping out a generous portion and
depositing on the first slice of toast.

   "What about Mum, which one does she prefer?" I asked.  Strangely given
the number of breakfasts we'd shared I didn't know.  I couldn't actually
remember her ever putting marmalade on her toast.

   "She doesn't like either variety," confirmed Dad.  "She'd rather have
soft cheese."

   I nodded and took a large bite of hot toast, "Mmmm...."

   Dad chuckled.  "Does this mean you're going to be a chef after college?"

   I shook my head, "Not me," I replied.  "I fancy going into business."

   "Management?" he asked looking at me seriously.

   "That's what I'd like," I replied.  "I've found the stuff we've done so
far fascinating, the way everything interacts and is interdependent.  I can
see it being a real challenge but the feeling you'd get when everything
worked would be great."

   Dad munched his way to the end of his first slice.  "Any particular area
you fancy?"

   "Not really.  I haven't looked into it enough yet.  Finance seems to be
drawing a lot of people but I like the Manufacturing sector, but..."

   "But what?"

   "Well it's shrinking rapidly," I replied.  "It's down to less than ten
percent of GDP already and with the way India and China are expanding into
the global market it may be a bit of a dead end to get into."

   "What other options are there?"

   "I.T.  is one but I'm leaning towards the Energy field, you know,
supply, exploration, renewable's, all those buzzwords that are flying
around the media at the moment."

   Dad snorted.  "Yeah, global warming comes up every night doesn't it."

   "Throw in terrorism, Green-peace and energy dependency and it looks like
it's going to be the next big thing," I said finishing off my last piece of
toast just as the toaster spat out its load.

   "Do you want any more?" I asked.

   "Go on then, while your Mum's not here to moan about the calories," said
Dad pushing his plate over to me.

   "I know," I said.  "She's always going on about her weight but I don't
think she's got anything to worry about."

   "She doesn't," replied Dad smiling.  "She's as slim now as she was when
we were in college."

   I collected the toast, slapped on a layer of butter and carried the
plates back to the table.

   "Talking of college," I said as I passed Dad another two slices.  "What
happened there, you know, that dare thing?"

   I held my breath as Dad paused and looked at me.

   Eventually he sighed, "You better not tell your mother," he cautioned,
"but you know we went to the local college?"

   I nodded.

   "Well we were at a party at one of our friend's house's and, as I'm sure
you know, one thing led to another and we started playing truth or dare."
He took a bite of his toast and chewed it slowly.  "We'd had a bit to drink
and things were getting silly, the dares were getting more extreme, you
know, sexual.  Anyway Marj picked a dare and it was to run around the block
topless."

   My eyes went wide and Dad chuckled.  "What, you don't think she was up
for it?"

   I stayed quiet and Dad continued.  "Anyway she peeled off her clothes
and with us all hang out of the windows she dashed out of the front door
and after giving us a wave from the garden gate set off around the block."

   Dad frowned.  "Five minutes later she reappeared and we cheered her as
she came into the house but she was upset.  She didn't seem to know whether
to laugh or cry and I had to take her out into the back garden to get her
calmed down.  That's when she told me what the problem was."

   I sat there spellbound, my mouth hanging open as I listened to the
story.

   "It seems that it had all been a laugh until she was just over half way
round, then she'd turned the corner and practically run into a man walking
a dog." Dad raised his eyes and looked at me.  "It was her father."

   "Granddad?" I gasped.

   Dad nodded and then smiled, "It seems he stood there open mouthed, his
eyes bulging at the displayed charms of the woman in front of him. 
According to your mum he never looked at her face but she shi...  She
panicked and ran as fast as she could."

   "Did Granddad ever say anything?"

   "No," replied Dad shaking his head, "and Marj didn't go home for a
month, either."

   I chuckled, "I wish I'd been there," I said and then looked up my eyes
nearly popping out of my head.  "Sorry, I didn't..."

   Dad shook his head and grinned.  "It's all right, I know what you mean.
Anyway, we've never done anything like it since."

   I saw the expression on my Dad's face and took a flier.  "I guess that's
a shame?"

   Dad nodded before picking up his fourth slice of toast, "Just remember,
not a word to your mum."

   I nodded and reached for my fourth slice of toast, damn I wish I could
have seen that.  I'd never considered Mum in a sexual way but she wasn't
that bad looking and she was no older than Helen or Rosa.

   Enough!  I've got enough on my plate as it is without thinking those
sorts of thoughts.

   ---oOo--

   Back in my room an hour later, I started to think about what I should
wear for lunch with Kirsty.  A shirt and chinos would probably be the
easiest option and still look smart enough; it was the way my mum liked me
to dress when we went visiting.

   I was digging through my wardrobe looking for a shirt that would match
when the phone rang.  I smacked my elbow on the wardrobe door as I rushed
to answer it.

   A glance at the screen told me it was Helen calling.  I wondered what
could she want at this time of the morning as I placed the phone next to my
ear?

   "Good morning," I said brightly.

   "Good morning to you too," beamed Helen.  "I was hoping you'd be up by
now."

   "Up and had breakfast," I shot back.

   She chuckled, "Yes, well enough of that," she chuckled.  "I just thought
I'd let you know that there has been a slight change to the dare."

   "There has?"

   "Yes," said Helen, "There are going to be five of us."

   "Five!"

   "That's right," said Helen.  "It would appear that Rosa has convinced
Ana to join us in our little game."

   "She has?" As I said it I shook my head.  I was beginning to sound like
a parrot.

   "Come on, Kevin, wakey-wakey," said Helen, who must have agreed with my
self-assessment.

   "I received a call from Rosa yesterday morning before we went shopping
for the outfits you want us to wear.  She informed me that her sister would
be joining us on the dare and to wait for them to arrive so we could all go
shopping together." Helen paused and then giggled, "It was a proper girls
outing," she said.  "The five of us hit the various shops and had a right
old giggle."

   "Anyway," she continued, "we decided that we'd go for a little black
pleated skirt with a white blouse and a blue blazer."

   I frowned, "What are you wearing under that?" I asked.

   Helen chuckled, "I wondered if you'd notice that," she said.  "We've
decided to go without the bras."

   I sighed theatrically, "Any particular reason?" I asked.  "Not that I'm
complaining you understand, I'm just curious."

   "Ana," said Helen as though that explained everything.

   "What has Ana got to do with?" I asked.

   "That's right, you haven't met her yet, have you?"

   "No, not yet," I replied rolling my eyes.

   "She's got huge boobs and we wanted to wear plain white underwear," said
Helen.  "Innocent underwear, but we couldn't find a bra big enough for her
and she didn't have any plain ones with her.  In the end we changed it to
no bras and the traditional navy knickers."

   I sucked in my breath as a picture of Ana developed in my mind.  She
looked just like Rosa but with tits like that porn star Lolo Ferrari. 
Obscene!

   I shuddered as Helen continued.  "Anyway, we'll be wearing a uniform
just like they do in the film so I think you'll be pleased."

   "I'm looking forward to it," I said and I was.

   "Oh yes," she continued.  "We've also had a chat about your forfeit idea
and we don't think that it is tough enough."

   "You don't?" I asked in surprise.  "Why ever not?"

   "To be honest we don't think it's enough of a deterrent to failing the
dare," said Helen.  "It's actually less of a challenge than doing the dare
because we'd be staying with you out of sight.  All of us felt that it
wouldn't encourage us to finish the task so we decided to change the
forfeit."

   "I see," I said and to a certain extent I did.  "I've always said that
the forfeits are there as an alternative, not a punishment you know.  I
don't want the idea of a forfeit to put people off doing the dare in the
first place."

   "I agree with you and so far things have worked out the way you
planned," said Helen.  "I think part of the problem is that Rosa is
expecting Ana to chicken out and she was pressing for something a, uhmm, a
little more extreme to make sure that her sister completes the task and
doesn't bottle it."

   "Oh," was all I could think to reply.

   "Anyway we came up with a forfeit that we all agreed would ensure that
we would complete the dare," she paused and then giggled.  "We also thought
it would be something you'd appreciate if any of us fail."

   "Go on then," I said, the suspense killing me, "what is it that you've
decided to do instead."

   "It's a simple enough thing," said Helen, stringing things out.  "We
decided that anyone who drops out will, as you said, have to stay with you
dressed as they are at the time."

   She stopped talking and I knew she was teasing me but I couldn't wait.
"Yes," I prompted.

   Helen chuckled, "But instead of just staying with you they have to spend
the time giving you a blow job."

   I gasped, and then I shuddered as a vision of Kirsty on her knees with
her lips wrapped around my dick flashed into my mind.  I groaned down the
phone.

   "Don't get your hopes up, big boy," said Helen.  "The idea is to make
sure that we all finish the dare and none of us are expecting to fail."

   "Ohhh, you tease," I said and then chuckled.  "I think this is the first
time I'm going to be hoping that someone drops out before the end."

   "Anyone in particular?" asked Helen.

   "I refuse to answer on the grounds I might incriminate myself," I
replied and then chuckled again.  "Unless you're volunteering."

   "In your dreams, big boy," replied Helen.  "But I take it that you find
our forfeit acceptable?"

   "Oh, yes," I replied.

   "Good," said Helen.  "Now are you planning on taking pictures this
time?"

   I blinked at the sudden change of subject.  "I was," I said.  "Would
that be a problem?"

   "No, not at all," said Helen.  "But can you make sure that you get
plenty of pictures of Ana though?"

   "Of Ana?" I asked, puzzled.

   "That's right," said Helen.  "It seems that part of the persuasion Rosa
used to get Ana involved tonight included showing her some of the pictures
you'd already taken of us doing the dares," explained Helen.  "Now it seems
she'd like a set of pictures of her own for when she returns home."

   "I see," I said and tried to remember what pictures I'd given Rosa.  "I
take it that there will be no problems from the rest of you then if I'm
waving a camera around?"

   "None at all," replied Helen.  "It might even be fun if you have us pose
each time you see us."

   "I don't think there's any 'might' about it," I said in reply.  "I'll
make sure I've got plenty of storage cards with me and we'll do that."

   "Thank you," said Helen.  "I'll see you later then."

   "Not as much as I'll see of you," I said and grinned.  "Bye."

   As I returned the phone to the side I adjusted my trousers where a
one-eyed trouser snake was making its presence known.  All of this talk
about what was to come and I was having lunch with the three of the women
involved in about an hour.

   I headed for the bathroom and another session with widow thumb and her
four lovely daughters before I exploded.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 19

   As I walked up the three-car drive that fronted Kirsty's home, I felt my
pace slowing the nearer I got to the door behind which she waited. 
Trepidation was causing my taut nerves to start humming, I was anticipating
what was about to begin and it wasn't good.

   Was I scared?

   Petrified was a better description and the more I'd thought about this
meal the worse the feeling had become.  The fears that Kirsty had talked
about had become mine and I wasn't sure how to handle things.

   Finally standing there before the dark wood front door I took a deep
breath, squared my shoulders and muttered, "let battle commence," under my
breath.  I raised a hand towards the doorknocker and as my fingers touched
the ornate brass handle the door was yanked open and Kirsty reached out for
me.

   She grasped the front of my shirt and pulled me towards her, I was still
blinking in surprise when I found I was in the hall and she was pressing
her body up against mine and pressing her lips to me as well.

   "Mmhhhmm," she murmured into my ear after she broke off the toe-curling
kiss.

   "Now that's what I call a welcome," I responded just as softly and
hugged her to me tightly.

   She stepped back, breaking our embrace and blushed as she grinned, "Did
you miss me?" she asked fluttering her eyelashes.

   "No," I responded grinning just as she was.  "That was definitely a
hit."

   "Ohh," she said and took a swing at my shoulder.  I was getting used to
this response now and swayed out of the way before reaching for her and
pulling her back into my arms.

   "Kirsty, is that Kevin?"

   Kirsty sighed, "Yes, Mom."

   "Well don't keep him standing in the hallway," called Rosa, "Bring him
through."

   Kirsty dropped her eyes and took my hand, gently pulling me towards the
living room.

   'Into the valley of death rode the one' I misquoted in my mind and
plastered a smile across my face as I prepared to meet the enemy.  Strange
isn't it how I considered someone I'd never met, never even had any
dealings with as the enemy?

   Kirsty ushered me into the room and we stood awkwardly side by side in
the small space between the coffee table and the end of the settee.  Rosa
was coming to her feet from the armchair across the room and the Auntie was
relaxing on the far end of the settee.

   Rosa stepped towards me and waved towards her sister, "Ana, this is
Kevin, the boy Kirsty has told you about." She smiled at me and continued,
"Kevin, this is my sister, Anechka, though we call her Ana."

   I nodded in greeting as I processed what I could see.  As Kirsty had
intimated she had a big bust and the blouse she was wearing, a rather loud
yellow item with red buttons did nothing to hide the fact.  From where I
stood I had a clear view down the valley of her charms, a view she
increased as she leant forward to greet me.  I was relieved to see that as
large as it appeared it was the deformed monstrosity I'd pictured after the
telephone conversation I'd with Helen.

   "Hello, Kevin, I've heard so much about you," she said smiling
pleasantly.

   I could feel my face heating up but I figured I was doing well by
avoiding dribbling at the display she was presenting.  I felt Kirsty's hand
squeeze mine and replied just as blandly, "Likewise."

   Ana had dark hair, like her sister and niece but she wore it pulled back
from her face revealing more of her olive complexion.  Her eyes were brown
and there were faint traces of lines around the corners, a thing that was
masked by more makeup than I liked.

   Ana's smile revealed a perfect set of bright, white teeth that quickly
took on the impression of a shark's in my mind as she turned to Rosa. 
"He's a little young, isn't he?" she asked as though I wasn't there.

   A look of pain passed across Rosa's face before she answered, "He's the
same age as Kirsty."

   The pressure on my hand increased but I remained silent, she hadn't been
speaking to me, merely about me.

   "I'd have thought that Kirsty would be looking for a more, uhmm, mature
man," said Ana rising to her feet and looking me up and down as she did so.
The look she had on her face was, I don't know, call it demeaning, as
though I was less than she'd been led to believe.

   I cocked my head to one side and carried out a detailed inspection of
this middle-aged woman who was throwing around insults so casually.  Her
brown trousers were rumpled and she was just a little plump, nothing that
couldn't be hidden by a good choice of clothing but the trousers didn't fit
that description at all.  Height wise she was as tall as her sister, give
or take a fraction of an inch, it was hard to tell as both of them were
wearing heels.

   Maybe she was having second thoughts about the dare she'd agreed to do,
now that she'd seen who was presenting the challenge?

   One thing was certain.  Her attitude was annoying me and having a
detrimental affect on all the plans I'd put in place to behave.  Her
attitude was shredding my restraint faster than I could quell my annoyance.

   I felt rather than saw Kirsty prepare to launch an attack and quelled it
by leaning over and whispering in her ear, "Are you sure she's your Aunt
and not your grandmother?"

   Kirsty gasped, went wide-eyed and took a swing at me with her free hand
as a snort of laughter escaped her.

   "Did you have something to say?" asked Ana frowning at me.

   "Nothing for you," I replied with a smile before glancing at Rosa and
receiving a smile that I took as encouragement, "it was something for my
girlfriend."

   "The food is ready," said Rosa before Ana or I could continue our war of
words, "shall we get started?"

   "Ladies first," I said with an inclination of my head towards Ana.  As
she turned away I squeezed Kirsty's bum and looked innocent as both of the
adults glanced back when she gasped again.

   ---oOo--

   The dining table had been set for the four of us with Kirsty and I along
one of the long sides, Ana had the seat opposite us and Rosa was at the
head of the table on my right.  I did the gentlemanly thing and seated
Kirsty and Ana took her own seat opposite us before I could offer to do the
same for her.

   Rosa disappeared into the kitchen and I had a moment to think about how
things had gone so far.

   Kirsty took the time to pour each of us a glass of water from the
ice-filled jug that had been waiting on the table and I tried to be honest
in my mind.  The first thing I had to admit was that I hadn't done well. 
I'd allowed Ana's attitude to get under my skin.  I suppose it was
inevitable given the warnings that Kirsty had given me and my vow not to
let her get away with anything.  Even so I really should be more forgiving
for Kirsty's sake.

   This was supposed to be a friendly meal together so that the two of us
could get to know each other and so far it hadn't worked.  I let out a
snort that attracted attention but I ignored the two of them.  We had
certainly got to know each other just not in the way intended.

   Was I supposed to roll over now and let Ana walk all over me or should I
keep the pressure on if she tried anything?

   I closed my eyes and drew in a deep breath and held it for a moment
before allowing it to flow outwards taking some of the tension within me
away.  I'd play it by ear and if Ana was nice I'd do the same, if she
stepped out of line, well anything was possible.

   I glanced at Kirsty and was rewarded with a shy smile.  I returned it
and relaxed as far as I was able.

   "So, Ana, what do you think of the little bit of England you've seen so
far?" I asked before the silence became too oppressive.

   "I haven't seen a lot but the bits I've seen are quaint," she replied.
"Rosa took me shopping yesterday and after lunch we went to the cathedral."

   I blushed as I remembered my earlier conversation with Helen about the
shopping trip the girls had been on.

   Ana continued, "That was something we don't have back home.  We've got
churches and some of them are magnificent but they don't have the sense of
history that the cathedral invoked.  That's the bit I found fascinating."

   "Have you any plans to go down to London, to see the sights in the
capital?"

   "Not on this trip," she replied, "but if Rosa will have me back sometime
I think I'd like to do the whole tourist bit at some stage."

   Rosa's arrival put a stop to our conversation as we all helped her
distribute the soup bowls around the table.  A large tureen was placed in
the centre of the table and a wicker basket containing slices of dark bread
landed next to my elbow.

   Kirsty's mother removed the lid of the tureen and I sniffed carefully at
the steam that rose from the liquid within.  There didn't appear to be
anything to worry about as my taste-buds began to salivate, a quick glance
revealed a colourful mixture in which I could identify the carrots if
nothing else.

   "This is a soup called Shchi," said Rosa and smiled at my puzzled look.
"It is of Russian origin and in English it would be described as cabbage
soup."

   I frowned.  Cabbages were not one of my favourite vegetables, edible but
nothing to write home about and the aroma coming from the dish didn't
remind me of the green stuff I got at home.

   Kirsty giggled alongside me as Rosa ladled a spoonful into my bowl, "It
has some cabbage in it but there are also onions, carrots, apples and diced
pork, it's topped off with smetana," she explained as she added a second
spoonful to my bowl.

   'What the hell is smetana?' I thought.

   "Smetana is a soured cream," said Kirsty.  "It's the white stuff on the
top and it makes the soup very creamy."

   I glanced at the girl by my side, was she becoming psychic now?

   Ana chuckled from her side of the table.  "I love this," she said, "but
I could never cook it at home as he didn't like anything from the `Old
world.' If it wasn't American, it just wasn't allowed in our house." She
snorted, "But he always wanted pizza at half time when he was watching the
football."

   I chuckled at the look on her face before turning my attention back to
the soup in front of me.  It didn't look anything like I'd expect cabbage
soup to look like and the swirl of smetana looked creamy.  I didn't
anticipate any difficulties dealing with this at all.

   It was delicious but I kept an eye on those around me to make sure I
didn't make any gaffs whilst eating it.  I was surprised when Ana and then
Rosa dunked their bread in the liquid and was happy to follow suite,
dunking was something that mum frowned upon but that might have been
because of dad's tendency to drip soup over the tablecloth and his shirts.

   Ana jumped up to help Rosa clear the empty bowls away leaving Kirsty and
I sat there alone.

   She pulled me towards her and whispered in my ear, "Thank you."

   "What for?" I asked quietly.

   "Treating Ana the way you did," she said.  "This is the best she's
behaved since she got here."

   I didn't have a chance to reply as the sisters appeared carrying more
serving dishes.

   A plate was placed before me that contained two small piles of what
looked like dumplings but they were stuffed with something, a smaller
partitioned dish was placed alongside the plate.  This contained butter,
sour cream, something that looked like mustard and another creamy
substance.

   Kirsty pointed at the plate, "Those are pelmeni," she said.  "The larger
ones are stuffed with pork and the smaller ones contain lamb."

   I pointed at the side dish and raised an eyebrow.

   "Butter, sour cream, Dijon mustard and horseradish," she replied
indicating each compartment in turn.

   Rosa took her seat and continued the explanation, "This is another dish
from Russia," she said.  "It can be made in many ways using lots of
different meats but I like to keep it simple so each parcel contains either
pork or lamb with various herbs and spices."

   She indicated the serving dishes in the centre of the table.  "Potatoes,
pickled cabbage and carrots are the traditional vegetables that go with
most Russian meals."

   "How often do you do this?" I asked.  "The Russian meal thing?"

   "Hardly at all," replied Rosa, "But I thought it would be an experience
for you and Ana has always liked traditional foods."

   I tucked in and had to grab the water after sampling the horseradish, my
mouth was on fire.

   Ana and Kirsty laughed at the face I was pulling and despite enquiring
if I was all right even Rosa was smiling at my antics.

   After I'd cleared my mouth of the burning sensation I needed some more
water and as Rosa had just emptied her glass into mine she needed a refill
as well.

   "A refill Rosa?" I asked politely, ignoring a second burst of giggling.

   "Yes, please."

   "Could you pass the jug, please?" I asked Kirsty.

   As Kirsty handed it to me, Ana smiled at Rosa.  "It's nice to see that
the young today still have good manners."

   I grinned across the table but remained silent, maybe Ana was coming
round.

   ---oOo--

   Dessert was absolutely delicious.  I have a sweet tooth and the pastries
Rosa served catered to it directly.  They were called pirozhky and had a
fruity filling and were served with a small selection of preserves and a
helping of honey.

   I'd never had honey on its own before and it really went well with the
pastries.  It was fun feeding Kirsty by hand and it caused a few laughs
when I got honey on her nose.

   After that things got strained again, as Ana seemed to revert to type.

   She ordered me to pass her the tray containing the various jams and
Kirsty gasped at the way she'd phrased her command.  I gave my girlfriend's
hand a squeeze and ignored her Aunt.

   She repeated the order a little more abruptly and in a louder voice.

   "Ana..." began Rosa.

   "Shhh," I said, "It's all right, Rosa."

   I turned to look at Ana.  "I never realised that you colonials were so
ignorant," I said shaking my head sadly.

   Her eyes went wide but before she could respond verbally to that I
continued.  "You seemed surprised earlier that I said `please' and `thank
you' to people.  Is it any wonder you were surprised when you don't have
the manners yourself."

   Her mouth was opening and closing like a beached fish as I pressed on.
"Manners never hurt anyone and it does help you to get what you want, so if
you still want the preserves I suggest that you ask for them politely."

   Finished I turned back to Kirsty and offered her the last piece of
pastry I had.

   Across the table Ana spluttered and made other indignant noises but I
ignored her.  Rosa raised her voice, "Ana, he's correct and in my house you
will behave."

   "But..."

   "No buts, Ana," said Rosa firmly.  "If you want things passed to you,
you will ask for them in a ladylike manner.  Kevin has been a perfect
gentleman throughout and doesn't deserve any trouble you're likely to
cause."

   I looked at Rosa in surprise.  I knew she liked me but where did this
'perfect gentleman' thing come from.  I was the one who was telling her to
take her clothes off and parade around and that wasn't something I'd expect
a gentleman to do.  Add in the fact that I'd had a go at her sister twice
in less than an hour and the description didn't fit the facts.

   Grudgingly Ana asked me to pass the jams and said please so I did so
without comment.  Kirsty was beaming and Rosa smiled briefly but I was
worried again.

   I know meeting the girlfriend's family was supposed to be a stressful
event but this was starting to get downright peculiar.  It's as though it
was the three of us against Ana in an undeclared war.  Kirsty had said that
her Aunt was headstrong and a bit of a man-eater but this was beyond
anything like that.  I was determined to keep quiet for the rest of the
meal and escape as soon as I could afterwards.

   I glanced up and caught a dark look from Ana and sighed, if things
continued like this I was going to call this evening's dare off and not do
another thing until she'd gone back to America.

   ---oOo--

   Things were still tense as Rosa and Kirsty cleared away the plates we'd
been using and Ana and I made our way into the front room.  She dropped
down onto the settee she'd been sitting on when I arrived so I took the
armchair as far away from her as I could get.

   She looked across the room at me and I attempted to return her gaze
without blinking.

   "You're a strange one," she said after a minute or so.  "You've
obviously got Kirsty and Rosa wrapped around your little finger but you
don't look that impressive to me."

   I cocked my head to one side as I looked at her but remained silent.

   "Don't look at me as though you don't know what I'm going on about," she
snapped.  "I've heard all about how you had Rosa practically strip off for
you in the mall and I think it's totally wrong."

   I felt my eyebrows rising in surprise.  What on earth was she going on
about?  Rosa hadn't done anything she didn't want to do and even as she sat
there giving me a hard time I knew she'd already agreed to take part in
today's dare.

   "Have you asked Rosa if she thinks it's wrong?" I asked.

   Ana snorted.  "She's not going to do anything like that.  She's too
desperate for company."

   I frowned, could she be right?  Was Rosa just playing along because she
was desperate for some attention, any attention, even from a boy like me?

   "Auntie!"

   I jumped and so did Ana as Kirsty stormed into the room and stood next
to me.

   "I don't know how many times I've told you that we're not doing anything
we don't want to," she said forcefully.

   "But, Kirsty...," began Ana before she was cut off by the returning
Rosa.

   "There's no `buts' about it," she said, entering the room slowly.  "I
told you yesterday that I'm doing it because I'm enjoying it and Kevin
hasn't done anything that I haven't agreed with totally."

   My eyebrows were beginning to feel like a yo-yo as they shot upwards
again.  I hadn't realised just how Rosa felt about what we'd been doing,
not the depth of those feelings.  I knew she seemed to be enjoying what we
were doing but this statement cleared away any lingering doubts I'd been
having.

   "Kirsty, sit here," I said tapping the left arm of my chair.  I smiled
as she complied and then glanced at Rosa and tapped the right-hand arm. 
Without a word she moved across the room and sat alongside me.

   I took Kirsty's hand in mine and asked softly, "Do you want me to stop?"
In the sudden silence my soft words carried to everyone there.

   "No!" Her eyes went wide before she whipped her eyes in the direction of
Ana.

   "That's good," I gave her hand an encouraging squeeze and turned to
Rosa.

   "What about you Rosa?  Do you want to carry on having fun with me?"

   "Oh, yes," she said nodding firmly to emphasise her words.

   Across the room Ana was glancing from one of her relatives to the other
with a look of confusion on her face and maybe just a hint of trepidation.

   "Excellent," I said still smiling as I turned my attention to Ana.  I
let the smile disappear and waited until her shifting gaze returned to me
before beginning.

   "So that leaves it up to you," I said holding a hand of each of the
women sitting next to me.  "Do you want to join in and play our games as
you've already said you would or do I have to put everything on hold until
you've gone back to America?"

   Ana's eyes were big round orbs, staring at me as though I'd grown two
heads.  I've no idea what her actual thoughts were but I could see a
flicker of differing emotions racing across her face.  It seemed as though
she was torn between the attitude she'd been projecting and a desire to try
something new.

   In the end the desire to experiment won.

   "I want to play," she admitted quietly and her words were greeted by
sighs of relief from either side of me.

   "That's good," I said smiling again.  "Now let's see if we can enjoy the
rest of our time together in peace."

   Rosa was looking at me as though I was her conquering hero and when I
smiled at her she dropped her eyes in submission but I could still see the
soft curve of her lips as I tried to relax once more.

   Ana looked across the room, glancing at the women with me and then back
to me, she opened her mouth to say something but I didn't give her a
chance, I burst forth, "Ana!"

   Her eyes went wide and her mouth remained open before I continued, "If
you're going to start again, don't!" I said loudly.

   Her mouth snapped shut and I smiled a little grimly, "I can see that you
don't like playing second fiddle to anyone, but here and now, you will.  If
that's too much then you'll leave me with no option other than to punish
you."

   Ana's eyes were as wide as they could go and her mouth was hanging open.
I couldn't see the girls beside me but I could just picture them wearing a
similar, shocked expression.

   "If you do anything to disturb us then you'll be over my knee and I'll
spank you until you beg for forgiveness," I said firmly

   Ana's eyes looked to her sister but I dragged her attention back when I
continued, "Don't look to Rosa for help.  She'll be helping me hold you in
place."

   Kirsty gasped beside me and I couldn't help adding, "And Kirsty will be
taking turns to smack your naked ass."

   Kirsty nearly broke my fingers; she squeezed my hand so hard.

   Ana subsided but the look she was giving me surprised me.  I'd have
expected annoyance at the very least, maybe even hate but her eyes didn't
project anything like that.

   "Ohhh," said Kirsty as she dropped her head to my shoulder.  "She likes
that idea," she whispered softly and after another glance in Ana's
direction I had to agree.

   ---oOo--

   We sat there for five minutes with no words being spoken but there
wasn't silence.  Sighs, deep breaths and funny looks, along with the
occasional smile ensured that there was always something happening.

   I glanced between the three women and decided it was time for me to
leave before something else happened.

   "Rosa, thank you for a wonderful meal but I'd better be getting home," I
said, releasing the hands I'd been holding and pushing my body upright.  I
grinned at her and Kirsty, "I've got things to prepare," I said giving them
a wink.

   "Bye, Ana," I called as I headed for the door, "hopefully I'll see you
later."

   "Bye," she replied.  If I hadn't been looking at her I'd have probably
missed her words she said it so quietly.

   Kirsty grabbed my arm and walked alongside me as we passed into the
hallway.  I smiled as she took the time to close the door into the living
room.

   She turned back to me and I was waiting with open arms, "I'm sorry," I
said as she stepped into my embrace.  "I allowed her to annoy me even after
your warnings."

   "You were wonderful," Kirsty replied.

   "I was?" I asked in surprise.

   "Yes," said Kirsty.  "Ana needed to be told and you handled her just
right."

   "Well, if you say so."

   "I do," she said giving me an extra hug.  "She's been a pain in the arse
since she got here and Mom isn't the sort to stop her.  You did it for
her."

   "Thank you, then," I said but I wasn't convinced that I hadn't screwed
up this evening's dare.

   Kirsty plastered her lips to mine and I forgot about her Aunt.  When her
tongue invaded my mouth I didn't care about anything else anymore.  The
kiss finally came to an end and Kirsty rocked back and looked me in the
eye, I watched as her expression went from excited to thoughtful.

   Her mouth opened a couple of times but nothing came out and I remained
silent, as she seemed to be struggling with something.

   "Would you really have spanked her?" she asked suddenly, her question
taking me unaware.

   "What do you think?" I responded, hoping to gain an insight into where
the question might be leading.

   She looked at me seriously, a small frown on her face as she considered,
"I think you would have done it," she said slowly.

   I smiled, "There you are then," I said.  "You have your answer."

   Kirsty sucked on her bottom lip, her eyes hooded, "Would you, errr,
would you do the same to me if I stepped out of line?"

   I took a deep breath before asking, "Should I?"

   I wanted to say yes but I didn't want to scare Kirsty away.  My mind
provided a series of images of Elizabeth, bent over with her pink bum in
the air.  The thought of Kirsty in that same position would have given me
an erection if the kiss we'd just finished hadn't already achieved that
task.

   Kirsty pondered for a moment and then drew in an even bigger breath,
which did wondrous things to her chest I can tell you and then answered me,
very softly.  "Yes, I think you should," she said simply.

   I swallowed, "I'll remember that next time you step out of line."

   She gave me a cheeky little grin, "I'll look forward to it," she said.

   I groaned, "Let me out of here," I said and kissed her once more before
turning away.

   Wound up to breaking point again I had to make my way home with another
hard on pointing the way.  I was happy with the outcome so far and was
really looking forward to this evening's dare.  Humming softly I set off
for home with a spring in my step.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 20

   I had arrived home in a pretty confused state and it had nothing to do
with the erection I had that hadn't gone down on the walk home.

   Mum and Dad pounced on me as I walked through the door, asking how
things had gone and I'd answered 'fine' before concentrating on telling
them all about the food that was served.  I specifically avoided any
mention of Ana and how we'd behaved towards each other.

   As soon as I could I'd escaped their clutches and headed for my bedroom
and some serious thinking.

   I know I've said this before but the way I was behaving around these
women was something of a surprise to me.  I'd never really had a serious
relationship with anyone before and yet here I was stamping my authority on
people I barely knew.  What was even more shocking, at least to me, was the
willing way most of them seemed to react to me when I did that.

   I'd watched the way the good looking girls at school had treated the
boys who flocked around them and, to be honest, I wasn't that interested in
becoming another one of their puppets.  Don't get me wrong, there were a
lot of things I would have accepted if it meant that one of the school
goddesses was going to be my girlfriend but being a public lapdog wasn't
one of them.  Yet here I was behaving in exactly the same way.

   Maybe that unwillingness to play the game had been half of the problem
I'd had in getting a girlfriend in the first place.  Fortunately Kirsty
didn't seem to fit in with the way the majority of the girls in school
behaved and was willing to take me as I am and I for one couldn't be
happier.

   But the fact that she was willing to do so didn't answer the question as
to why Rosa and to a lesser extent Helen and Natasha were willing to go
along with the way I was treating them.  Throw in the way Ana had succumbed
to my, lets face it, pretty arrogant behaviour and it left me feeling
confused and aroused.

   Was there any truth in the old adage that girls preferred the bad boys
of this world or was I just very lucky with this small group of women I was
with?

   Whichever way you looked at it, it wasn't necessarily a good thing for
me to believe in and that was a fact.  Apart from anything else, Mum was
likely to do me serious harm if she found out I was treating the women I
knew as anything less than ladies.

   I didn't have a lot of time for all these philosophical musings, as I
needed to get ready for this evening's activities so in the end I was
forced to shrug my shoulders and put the questions to one side for now.

   After I'd gathered the bits and pieces I was taking with me together I
encountered a problem that I hadn't had before.  No, it wasn't borrowing
Mum's car again, that was pretty straight forward.  It was sneaking the
ever-growing pile of accessories that I needed to take with me into the car
without arousing the suspicion of my parents.  Whenever I'd borrowed the
car before they'd assumed that I was going to my war games club so the bits
I loaded were part of what I was doing there and after the first couple of
enquiries they'd pretty much let me do what I wanted.

   This time they knew I was going to see Kirsty so if I'd let them see me
taking all the cameras and what have you out to the car there would have
been questions asked, questions I didn't want to contemplate, let alone
answer.

   I cut things down to a minimum by leaving all the Gucci bits behind, the
light meter, the collapsible brollies and even the spare lenses that
normally lived in the various cases Dad had acquired.  I slipped the Canon
into my small pack along with a single lens for it; the remote control and
Dad's smallest tripod followed it.  The video camera and a spare battery
were placed alongside it and my cheap and cheerful Kodak was dropped on top
of the bag.  Half a dozen different memory cards were stuffed into the side
pouch of the pack and as I zipped it shut I hoped that that would be
sufficient for the number of pictures I was going to take.

   Trying to be casual I headed for the door but as expected I was
weigh-laid by Mum.

   "What time will you be back?" she asked.

   "I'm not sure," I replied, "We'll probably end up back at her house."

   "Just remember that you've got school tomorrow," she said.

   "I won't forget," I promised.

   "Be good," she prompted as I gave her a hug, I chuckled then as Dad
added, "Or be careful," from behind me.

   "Benjamin!" snapped Mum but she was grinning as she said it.

   I continued to chuckle as I made my way towards the front door.  Behind
me Mum headed for the living room and Dad.

   "Ben, you shouldn't encourage...."

   I shut the door quietly behind me and made my way to Mum's car leaving
them to sort out their differences in peace.

   ---oOo--

   I pulled up in front of the offices of the Trident International Trading
Park and stepped out of the car, leaving the engine running.  Slowly I
looked around and tried to picture what was going to be happening in a few
minutes time.  I wanted to make absolutely certain that we wouldn't be
observed as we played our games.  A little risk was acceptable but
flaunting everything was likely to bring PC Plod down on us and that was
something I wanted to avoid if at all possible.

   The CCTV cameras on the retail park couldn't be seen from where I was
so, apart from seeing us arriving and departing they weren't going to
present a problem.  The rose bushes still provided an effective screen and
there was room to do everything I anticipated right there in front of the
main entrance.

   Satisfied, I got back in the car and moved it as far away as I could get
it so that it wouldn't be in the way.  I was half way back to the main
entrance before I remembered my bag with the cameras.  Shaking my head at
my own forgetfulness I retraced my steps and collected the all-important
recording toys.

   I emptied the bag onto the wall I planned on using as a seat and
separated the different bits out.  The Canon with its small tripod was
going into the flower urn on the far side of the steps and would be
operated by the remote control so that's what I set up first.

   I mounted the camera on the tripod and slipped it between the plants, it
was a bit of a fiddle to clear the view without totally exposing the
camera. Checking what it could see was even harder as I had to push my head
through the flowers to get down behind the viewfinder.  Happy that it was
positioned correctly I stepped back out onto the asphalt and had a look to
see if I could see the camera.

   I could but it wasn't obvious and as I was planning on waving a camera
around as well there was a good chance that the girls wouldn't see the
second one in amongst the flowers.

   Now for the video camera.

   I placed that in the second urn and discovered a problem immediately. 
Without a second tripod the little hand held camera wasn't high enough to
see over the rim of the pot.  The edge of the pot was rounded so balancing
it was out of the question.

   I dashed back to the car to see what I could find that I could use as a
base.

   Mum's sunglasses case was the only thing that fell to hand so I carried
it back to the flower urn and pushed it edge on into the soil.  It was only
a couple of inches high but it would be enough to clear the edge of the pot
if I could get the camera to balance on top of it.

   I couldn't!

   I could feel my temper rising, as time seemed to fly by.  There had to
be a simple solution to this problem.

   I left the bits in the urn and went and had a rummage through my bag,
looking to see if there was anything that I could use to raise the camera
above the edge of the urn.  Nothing but a couple of old crisp packets and a
handful of rubber bands I'd used to fire paper pellets around the
classroom.

   Bingo!

   The rubber bands would hold the camera in place on top of the case.  It
was a bit fiddly but it worked.  The camera was set up and the display
angled so that I could see it without having to disturb the delicate
positioning I'd achieved.

   I looked out over the car park and then checked that the two cameras
were pointing at the same spot.

   All I had to do now was ensure that the girls parked their car where I
wanted them to and everything would happen before the waiting lenses.

   I pushed my bag back out of sight and took a couple of sighting shots
with my own Kodak camera.  This is the one the girls would see; the others
were for my records.

   I took a deep breath in an attempt to calm my racing heart and glanced
at my watch once more.

   They were late.

   I stretched up and looked over the hedges that separated the Trident
Park from the retail park next door and could see a few people congregating
around a bunch of cars at the far end of the retail park.  There was music
blaring from the vehicles, it must have been loud because I could hear it
from where I was over the background hum of the passing traffic.  I watched
what they were doing but none of them seemed interested in me, no problem
there then.

   All I have to do now is wait calmly for the girls to arrive, I glance at
my watch, and they should have been here five minutes ago.

   ---oOo--

   Rosa's green Jaguar pulled off the ring road and into the short approach
road to the business park, as she did so I jumped up from the wall and
paced across to the spot I wanted her to stop at.

   I felt my heart begin to race as the dark green car moved slowly towards
me, both of the women in the front had huge grins plastered across their
faces and silly hats on their heads.  I managed to keep a straight face as
the car came to a halt before I crossed back to my place by the wall.

   Natasha had her nose pressed up against the window in the back and
looked even younger than she really was.  I smiled as the doors were flung
open and the excited sounds the girls were making reached my ears.

   I raised the Kodak camera to my eye and triggered the Canon using the
remote control at the same time.  I clicked away with both cameras as the
five of them slid and squirmed out of the car.  I was that busy taking
pictures that I didn't really comprehend how they were dressed, the
occasional flash of stockinged leg had given me a hint but the overall
image was missing.

   As the five of them lined up against the side of the car I lowered the
camera from my eye and took my first full look.  My breath was taken away
as my brain processed what was before me.

   Sexy wasn't sufficient to describe the view I beheld.

   I forced my eyes to move along the line from left to right, a difficult
task as Kirsty was standing on the left and I was happy to simply admire
her.  Next to her were Ana and then Natasha who was still giggling and
wiggling enticingly.  Rosa had a smile on her lips as she looked at me from
under hooded eyes and Helen anchored the line on the right.

   I dragged in a deep breath and then let it out again with a whoosh.

   "God, you're sexy!" I exclaimed and all five of them burst into giggles
at my stunned expression.

   Let's get the overall impression out of the way first.  All of them
looked like your dream of a schoolgirl.  That's right, sexy as hell!  St.
Trinian's eat your heart out.

   Dark navy blazers were stretched across heaving bosoms, a single button
straining to contain a multitude of breasts.  The white blouses that peeped
out at the neckline were so translucent I was willing to bet that they
covered nothing.  Hanging beneath the blazers, just, were the dark pleats
of a skirt that struggled to reach mid-thigh.  Straw boaters with navy
ribbons topped of a look that hadn't been seen for real in half a century.

   Ana, Helen and Rosa completed their outfits with dark stockings and high
heels.  Natasha and Kirsty were wearing almost identical shoes but knee
high black socks covered the bottom of their legs.

   I gave my head a little shake to clear it before getting on with the
business at hand.

   "Right, line up there," I said indicating one of the white lines painted
on the ground between us.

   I shook my head again; but this time it was in response to the way the
five of them shuffled into position, not only had they dressed like
schoolgirls but they were beginning to act like them as well.

   I displayed the camera in my hand, "Photo time," I called.  "One at a
time I want you to come forward and strike a pose just here so that I can
record this event for posterity."

   Helen snorted, "Is that what you call it, posterity?"

   I felt my face go red as the remaining girls sniggered.

   "You first," I called out and then added, "make it sexy!"

   Helen threw her head back and then strutted forward, her legs sweeping
forward and crossing ever so slightly to exaggerate her hip action.  She
held her shoulders back and her head high and I could feel the button of
her blazer complaining over the added stress.  She reached the spot I'd
indicated and stopped, her hip jutting out and her hand resting on it.  She
batted her eyelashes at me a couple of times and then blew me a kiss.

   I clicked the camera button instinctively and was surprised at how good
the picture looked in the viewfinder.

   "Thank you," I said and smiled as Helen strutted back into line.

   "Rosa," I called.

   I knew from earlier experience that Rosa liked to strut and she didn't
let me down.  Where as Helen had exaggerated her walk Rosa drove her heels
into the ground, the hard click they made served as a beat to her strut,
the vibrations that shot through her body were visible from where I waited.
Even under a couple of layers of clothing it was possible to see her tits
quivering in an enticing manner.

   She stopped in the same spot that Helen had and half turned away from
me, before looking back and pouting.  I think I groaned as I depressed the
shutter button on the camera.  Whether I did or not was irrelevant and it
didn't detract from the picture I captured.

   As Rosa returned to the line up I swapped hands on the camera and wiped
the palm of my sweaty hand on my trousers.

   I didn't have to call Natasha forward, she was moving as soon as Rosa
stopped next to her.  She almost bounced into position and crossed her arms
under her breasts and proceeded to give me a haughty look.  It would have
looked more imposing if she hadn't squeezed her arms in and upwards,
forcing her boobs higher than normal.

   I chuckled and her demeanour cracked, her eyes dropped to see what she
was showing and I took the picture at that instant.

   "Oh, you," she snapped and closed her eyes and stuck her nose back in
the air.

   All of us were chuckling as she flounced back into line.

   I crooked my finger and Ana moved forward slowly, her eyes wide, as
though she didn't believe she was doing this.  I smiled encouragingly as
she reached the designated spot and waited patiently for her to adopt a
pose.

   "Come on, Ana, pose," called Rosa from behind her causing Ana to jump
slightly and look about.

   "Oh!" She muttered, just loud enough for me to hear.  She blinked a
couple of times and then lowered her shoulders towards me, revealing her
cleavage.

   "Like this?" she asked.

   "Look up and smile," I replied from behind the camera.

   She did and I took the shot.  When I reviewed the picture the look on
her face was amazing, big expressive eyes that showed surprise and maybe
just a hint of excitement.

   "Well done," I called as she turned and returned to the line.

   "Kirsty," I said, raising my eyebrows at my girlfriend.

   My girlfriend walked forward slowly and then stood there looking
bashful, one knee bent and twisted in front of her standing leg.  Her hands
gripped in front of her lap and her head lowered to one side.  Her
shoulders were twisting from side to side and she was chewing her bottom
lip.

   Slowly a smile crossed her face and she started to raise her hands,
taking the skirt of the dress upwards.  I held my breath as the bottom of
the skirt continued to rise until I could just see her knickers.

   She raised her eyebrows at me and I pressed the shutter.  Immediately
she dropped her skirt and turned her back on me.

   I swallowed hard, it had been just a hint but it promised so much.

   I started to speak but had to stop as I was too dry.  A couple of
swallows and a lick of the lips later and I tried again.

   "I'm sure you know what the plan is but I'll just run through it again,"
I managed.  "You're to leave here and do a complete lap of the ring-road
obeying all the normal rules of the road.  When you get back here you will
line up as you are now before we proceed to the next step."

   The five women were no longer giggling.  Most of them were looking at me
seriously, maybe even a little apprehensively.  Rosa was the only one who
still looked totally excited.

   "You all know what the forfeit is for dropping out so are there any
questions before we carry on?"

   I could hear the distant sounds of blaring pop music but the girls were
all silent.  I waited a moment longer, "Off you go then," I said, "and
don't forget to tell me how it goes when you get back."

   I settled down on the wall as the five of them slipped back into the
Jaguar.

   Next time I plan something like this I'm going to get to ride in the car
with them, I thought as the girls began giggling again.  The doors slammed
shut and Rosa started the car and launched them on the first lap of the
ring road.

   ---oOo--

   I hadn't truly contemplated how long it would take to complete a lap of
the ring road.  I'd sort of imagined it would be five minutes and the girls
would be back ready for the next step.  As it was I was still waiting
twenty minutes after they'd driven away and was starting to get worried.

   Had the police stopped them?

   Don't be stupid I admonished myself.  They haven't done anything wrong
yet.  They're just dressed up like they're going to a fancy dress party or
something.

   I sighed in relief as the green Jaguar pulled onto the approach road and
jumped across to the video camera and started it running again.  Smiling I
stood on the centre of the steps and waited, camera in hand.

   Natasha nearly fell as she got out of the back seat and behind her Ana
was holding her stomach she was laughing that much.  Rosa rolled her eyes
as she sat in the driver's seat with her legs out of the door.

   Rather than standing she slid forward, holding my gaze as she did so. 
Even as she dared me to look I triggered the remote on the Canon camera and
held her look, my eyes never dropping to her undoubtedly exposed thighs. 
She giggled madly as she rose up and I smiled in reply.

   "How was that?" I asked once they were all lined up.

   "A gas!" responded Natasha.

   "Wild," agreed Ana giving her a hug.

   "Did anything happen?" I asked looking directly at Helen.

   "No," she replied, "but there are a lot of people about.  A lot more
than I thought there'd be on a Sunday."

   "Anywhere in particular?"

   "Mostly by the park," she said.

   The Victoria Park was an open area that ran alongside the ring road for
about a mile.  It was bordered on one side by the river and on the other by
the railway track.  It was a favourite place for families and given the
good weather we were having, it wasn't really surprising it was busy.

   "It looks like there's a fishing competition or something down by the
river," Rosa added.  "So there's a lot of cars parked around by the
bridge."

   "An audience for your charms?" I asked.

   "That's one way of putting it," responded Helen.

   "Dirty old men, if you ask me," piped in Ana.

   "Bad?" I asked seriously.

   "No," said Helen shaking her head.  "There were a few who were leaving
and they looked a little tatty but I think that was just because of the
clothes they were wearing."

   I pondered for a moment, "You don't think we need to change the route
then?"

   Both Rosa and Helen shook their heads negatively and Ana responded, "No,
it's not that bad."

   I nodded in agreement, "All right ladies, time for the next lap," I
called.  My announcement was greeted with a sudden silence and a couple of
furtive glances around.  It was my turn to grin, "Come on, that's what
we're here for, isn't it?"

   I received a couple of tentative nods in response and chuckled before
calling over to Rosa, "Open the boot."

   Ana looked at Rosa in confusion, "What boot?" she asked before looking
down at her feet.

   "He means that," said Kirsty pointing to the rear of the car.

   "The trunk?" replied Ana still sounding confused.

   "That's right, the boot, or trunk if you like.  You've got to put your
clothes somewhere, unless you want me to stack them up here on the wall," I
said patting the stone besides me.

   "Of course," I continued, my grin turning into an evil leer, "I'll look
after them for you if you want me to but you never know when you might
suddenly find that you want them back.  I mean, there might be an accident
and you will all have to get out of the car or you could be pulled over by
the police for being naughty." I licked my lips, "Maybe the car will break
down and you will all be stuck there by the side of the road until the AA
arrive."

   Ana's eyes were like saucers as she listened to me, Kirsty was looking
thoughtful and Rosa swallowed any comments she was about to make.  Without
another word she reached inside her car and after the sound of a click the
boot lid rose skyward.

   "I thought you'd see it my way," I said still grinning.  "So, one at a
time, remove your jacket and put them in the boot then get back in the
car."

   Helen was the first to move, popping the single button and shrugging out
of the jacket.  As it dropped down her arms she caught it deftly before
doing her model walk to the back of the car.  She placed the jacket in the
boot by bending from the waist whilst keeping her legs locked, then
reaching far inside the boot, before flashing me a grin and moving to the
far side of the car.

   That walk proved one thing, those blouses were simply for decoration,
you could see everything Helen had right through the material.  I'd have
clutched my dick if I'd had a chance but Rosa started moving as soon as
Helen cleared the back of the car.  She must have noted that teasing was
back in fashion because she squatted down facing me as she put her jacket
away, the blouse pulling tight over her straining tits, her knees parting
to flash her navy blue knickers at me.

   I shook my head at their antics but made sure that either the Kodak or
Canon cameras recorded their actions.  The last three jackets were put away
without the show that Helen and Rosa had put on but I didn't mind, this was
just the first step in what was going to be a long dance.

   I waved as they drove away and as soon as they were out of sight I
changed the memory cards in both cameras.  I also stopped the video camera
to save the battery but I didn't know how to delete the twenty minutes of
empty car park I'd recorded whilst I'd been waiting for their return.  I
replaced the memory card anyway; I could always fiddle with things at home
after I'd loaded the video onto my computer.

   ---oOo--

   I twiddled my thumbs and had a mooch around as I waited for the girls to
return.  If I do this sort of thing again I'm going to bring a book to read
or something; waiting around like this was ridiculous.

   I'd almost reached the stage of talking to myself before Rosa's Jaguar
reappeared.

   I started the video camera and almost skipped as I made my way back to
the middle of the steps, arriving just as Rosa came to a halt in the
position she'd departed from.

   The girls bubbled out of the car like champagne from a bottle, they were
effervescent as they giggled and ribbed each other over things they'd done
as they drove around.

   "Come on, line up quick," I called, "or we'll be here all night."

   "Please," called Natasha before her mother shushed her.

   "So, who's going to tell me what's got you all excited?" I asked.

   They looked at each other and Natasha giggled again before Ana spoke up.

   "It's so much fun," she said enthusiastically, "but most of it is
anticipating what's going to happen later on."

   I cocked my head to one side, not really sure what she was saying.

   Ana waved her hand at the girls on either side of her, "At the moment
we're fully dressed but in a couple of laps time that's all going to
change." She nodded towards Rosa, "We had to stop at a set of lights and
there was a young man in the middle of the road waiting to cross.  He
smiled at my sister before he moved.  Helen had a choking fit and when
she'd calmed down she said that if that had happened later the guy wouldn't
have been able to move without falling over his jaw."

   Helen snorted, "He had a hard enough time walking as it was after you'd
stuck your head between the seats and winked at him."

   "I did no such thing," exploded Ana.

   Natasha reached out a hand and flicked one of Ana's large boobs.  "Well
something winked at him."

   Rosa smiled, "That's true," she said giving her sister a wink.

   "Enough," I called before things could degenerate further.

   The five of them stood silently with both Ana and Natasha doing their
naughty schoolgirl impressions side by side.

   I had to bite my tongue to suppress a snigger at their antics.

   "I take it that we've no objections to continuing then?" I asked.

   All of them shook their heads, Rosa and Ana a little more
enthusiastically than was really necessary.  I had to take a deep breath
and almost physically drag my eyes away from their undulating breasts
before I could continue.

   "Right, it's time to take off the skirts," I announced.

   "Not our tops?" asked Ana immediately.

   "No, your skirts," I confirmed.  "You'll be removing your knickers next
and your blouses last of all.  That way you should look reasonably
respectable as you drive around until the last lap."

   "Oh, all right," said Ana disappointedly.  "Me first?" she asked
suddenly.

   "If you want," I replied, "Rosa, can you open the boot please?"

   Rosa did as I'd asked and Ana positioned herself next to the open boot.
Then, very slowly she unfastened the clip holding the waistband of the
skirt closed and slid it down her legs without bending her knees.  With the
skirt around her ankles she looked back at me and blew me a kiss before
stepping out of the skirt and tossing it into the back of Rosa's car.

   "Tart," called Rosa, which provoked another burst of giggling.

   Helen went next and she stood upright and unfastened her waistband and
then opened one more button.  She pulled the two sides apart and revealed
that the skirts they were wearing were made of a single piece of material
that wrapped around, there had been no need for Ana to drop her skirt to
her ankles as she had done.

   Helen swayed a couple of times, hiding her hips behind the extended
skirt before flicking it into the boot and moving around the car out of
sight.

   I dragged in a deep lung full of air, not realising that I'd been
holding my breath for the last minute or so.

   Natasha took her skirt off next and did it where she was standing before
strutting like a model to the back of the car to place it next to her
blazer.

   Rosa gave me a big grin and then moved so that she was facing Kirsty and
said something that I didn't catch.  Kirsty nodded in response and then
reached for her mother's skirt.  She fiddled around for a moment and then
stood still looking into her mother's eyes.

   Rosa nodded and the two of them stepped apart, Rosa's skirt dangling
from Kirsty's outstretched arm and her own skirt in her mother's grasp. 
I'd missed Rosa unfastening her daughter's skirt.

   The only part of me that was moving was my thumb on the shutter release
of the Canon's remote control, whether it was getting anything I couldn't
say.

   Mother and daughter burst into giggles as Rosa tossed Kirsty's skirt to
her and headed for the driver's seat.  Kirsty ran around the back of the
car, lobbing the two skirts into the boot and slamming the lid shut as she
passed.

   I was still stood there doing fish impressions as Rosa started the car
and drove off.

   ---oOo--

   Somehow it didn't seem to take as long for them to get around the ring
road.  I had done what I could to save the batteries on the cameras and had
replaced the memory card in the Canon just in case it was anywhere near
full.  When the dark green car turned off the ring road I was ready for the
next step.

   The thought of the girls removing their knickers had me hard already, if
they teased me like they had been I was going to come in my pants!

   The five of them were still bubbling, which I'll admit surprised me. 
I'd thought they'd have calmed down a little by now but it wasn't
happening.

   "So?" I asked after they'd lined up.

   "I'm so horny," said Natasha, almost moaning as she looked around.

   "You're telling me," said Ana beside her.  "If you bounce around like
that any more I'm going to swap places with you and find out what's so good
about that seat."

   Natasha took a swipe at Ana who avoided it easily.

   "No problems then?" I asked.

   "None at all," replied Helen.  "Though I was a little worried when we
drove over the bridge and it looked like the fishermen were lined up
waiting for us."

   "It did look like that, didn't it?" said Rosa, "at least until I
realised that they were all facing the river."

   Kirsty giggled, "I thought they were all taking a pee off the bridge,"
she said.

   Ana rolled her eyes and Natasha snorted, "They'll be wishing they were
facing the other way before the night's out."

   Kirsty blushed and lowered her eyes at that response.

   I looked along the line with a smile.  The five of them were stood there
in white blouses that barely covered their navy knickers and were laughing
and chatting as though they were fully dressed.  The older women had
thigh-high black stockings on whilst Natasha and Kirsty wore black
knee-high socks.  I was amazed at how little embarrassment there was in
their posture or actions.  So far only Kirsty had looked even a little put
out when she noticed that I was looking her over.

   "Right then ladies, it's time to remove the knickers," I announced. 
Into the sudden silence I added, "You first, Kirsty."

   She swallowed once and looked around before taking a deep breath.  Her
fingers slipped under the edge of her blouse and descended quickly, her
regulation school knickers around her knees in a trice.  She stood,
fig-leafing herself with her hand before doing a little dance to get her
knickers down to her ankles.

   "Let me," said Ana, dropping down and reaching for the knickers.

   Carefully Kirsty stepped out of the pool of navy blue material.  Ana
rose and offered the removed underwear to Kirsty.

   "Ana," I called after Kirsty had taken her knickers back, "Your turn."

   As she'd done with her skirt Ana kept her legs straight and pushed her
knickers down over her legs slowly, her naked ass coming into view and her
pussy almost winking at me from between them.  The elastic of her knickers
was like a bowstring and she pinged it, flexing her knees inwards at the
same time.  Looking over her shoulder she somehow managed to step out of
the knickers around her ankles without straightening up.

   I shook my head to clear it as Ana rose into an upright position, "Now
you, Nats"

   Natasha simple hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her knickers and
after a little wiggle to get them clear of her pert posterior she bunched
them up in her hand.

   Helen stepped in front of Rosa and did an action replay of how Ana had
removed her knickers.  The blond hair covering her nether regions hid
nothing and the pink lips of her pussy glistened in the light of the
setting sun.

   Rosa shook her head at Helen's performance and cocked her head to one
side in thought.

   "Well?" I asked before Rosa smiled and moved towards me.  I stood there
frozen, my mind flashing back to how she'd approached me in the night club
not so long ago.  Was this going to be anything like that?

   She stepped past me and then up onto the ornamental wall, resting one
hand against the urn that contained the camera.

   "Would you take them off for me?" she asked, "Please."

   My mouth opened and closed a couple of times, as I stood there stunned.

   "Take a picture," called Ana excitedly and almost without thought I
raised the Kodak to my eye and clicked the button.

   "Pose," I said and Rosa did, bending one leg in front of the other and
lowering her eyes.

   I took a picture and smiled, "Now raise your arms," I said.

   Rosa did, allowing her wrists to bend so she looked like a fifties
pin-up.

   I took a shot of that, "Don't move," I said after lowering the camera. I
stepped forward and carefully lowered her knickers until they were around
the top of her thighs.  The smell was intoxicating but I managed to step
back and raise the camera for another picture.

   Stepping forward once more I dropped her knickers until they were around
her ankles.  "Enjoying yourself?" I asked softly so that no one else could
hear.

   She nodded in reply, her hands still above her head.

   I stepped back and took another picture.  "Now get out of here before I
ruin the rest of the dare," I said.

   Why did I stop there?  Because I realised that if anyone had looked over
from the other car park they'd have been able to see Rosa.  Only fear of
being caught had broken the spell I'd been under...

   Rosa slipped her knickers off her ankles and held out her hand to be
helped down off the wall.  I did as she'd silently requested and received a
pair of warm knickers for my troubles.

   "See you in a minute," she called as she skipped back to the car, the
rest of the girls hurrying to get in as Rosa approached.

   ---oOo--

   As much as I'd enjoyed getting Rosa's knickers it slowly dawned on me
that I wasn't getting the kick out of this dare that I'd thought I'd get.
The more I thought about it the more difficult it became to figure out what
the problem was.  I was excited by what was going on, my throbbing dick
proved that but the thrill I'd expected simply wasn't there.

   The noise of a truck going past attracted my attention momentarily, was
that it?  Was the chance of getting caught too high, or was it something
else?

   A burst of music from the crowd on the next car park drifted by and I
glanced in that direction.  No, getting caught wasn't the problem, if it
had been then the dare in the nightclub would never have happened and I
wouldn't have found that event so intoxicating, it had to be something
else.

   If that was the case then what was the difference between the nightclub
event and this one?

   The nightclub dare was indoors whilst this one was taking place outside.
That one had happened in the midst of a crowd whilst this one was just the
six of us.  That one happened late at night and this one was taking place
in the early evening.

   Bingo!

   It was the waiting around that was doing it!  Standing here waiting for
the girls to get back and tell me what had happened was dimming the overall
impact of what they were actually doing.  In all the other things we'd done
I was there as a witness, a voyeur if you like and that was what had
provided the buzz.  Here I was removed from the action and there was
nothing I could do about it now other than make the best of what was going
on.

   I'd been distracted by my thoughts the whole time the girls had been
away or so it seemed.  They were back and I had to rush around to get the
cameras sorted, which I just managed before Rosa pulled up before me.

   Natasha had her car door open before Rosa had come to a halt and as soon
as the car stopped moving she bounced out laughing and gesticulating in the
direction of Ana.

   "She wanted to moon you," she called between cackles.

   "Why didn't she?" I asked perplexed.

   "Because I wouldn't let her stick her arse in my face," gasped Natasha
as a red faced Ana slid across the backseat towards me.

   I shook my head at Natasha who was holding her sides and turned to Ana,
"Well there's nothing stopping you doing it now."

   Kirsty's aunt looked at me and sucked on her bottom lip for a moment. 
With a slight smile she stood up and turned back towards the car, keeping
her legs straight she reached back inside as though she was collecting
something.

   He ass was flawless though a little wide and her pussy lips peeked out
at me from between the tops of her legs.  She swayed from side to side a
couple of times and then stood back up.

   I applauded her performance, as did Natasha beside me.  The rest of the
girls formed a group around me, the formal line up failing to materialise.

   "How was that trip, still as exciting?" I asked.

   Helen surprised me by stepping up to me and giving me a hug, "It's
wonderful."

   Rosa nodded in agreement, "It's very exciting," she said.  "A lot more
exciting than I thought it was going to be."

   "What about you, Ana, are you having fun?"

   "God, yes!" she exclaimed.

   "You're telling me she's having fun," said Natasha with a giggle.  "Did
you see the look on that truck driver's face?"

   "What do you expect," responded Helen, "when Ana squeezes her tits
together and offers them up to him.  I'm surprised he didn't have a heart
attack there and then."

   Ana blushed as the rest of the group looked at her and giggled.

   "Just be thankful it didn't happen on the next lap," said Rosa with a
wicked grin in the direction of her sister.  "She'd be poking his eyes out
with her nipples if she did it this time around."

   Her comments were greeted with a storm of laughter and I glanced at the
boobs in question.  Judging by the large dimples in the front of Ana's
blouse there was more than a hint of the truth in Rosa's statement.

   "So you're all ready to carry on then?" I asked.

   The girls calmed down and my question was answered with a mixture of
nods and smiles.

   "Good," I said, "So who's going to be the first one to remove their
blouse then?"

   The five of them looked at each other but no one volunteered to be the
first to effectively become naked.

   "My choice then," I said with a smile, rubbing my hands together in
glee. I pointed to Ana, "You can go first for teasing me like that," I
said. "Once you've taken your blouse off you can get in the car."

   I watched on in anticipation as Ana's dark complexion took on a deep
cherry tinge but to her credit she didn't hesitate, her fingers seeking and
opening the few buttons that held her blouse closed.  A little shrug of the
shoulders and the blouse was hanging behind her from her wrists.

   Still smiling she pulled her shoulders back and pushed out her chest and
with her head held high she slipped the blouse of her wrists and carried it
to the back of the car.  Her composure slipped a little when she saw that
the boot was closed and she looked back towards me seeking guidance.

   "Just lay it on the top," I called, "Rosa can put them all away at the
end."

   Ana did as I'd instructed before slipping back into the rear of the car.

   I took a deep breath and looked around, "Your turn, Kirsty," I said
after a moments thought.

   Like her aunt Kirsty blushed, which to my mind just enhanced her beauty
before quickly removing her blouse and carrying it to the back of the car.

   That was two of the girls naked but for their socks or stockings and I
was panting.  Even the silly straw boaters enhanced the image before me,
somehow emphasising the nakedness under its incongruous cover.  Natasha and
Helen were just as quick to remove their blouses when I called on them to
do so and seek the relative safety of the car.

   "Your turn, Rosa," I said finally, "But you'd better open the boot
first."

   She smiled at me, "It's all right," she replied, plucking at the hem of
her blouse.  "I'll remove this first." She promptly opened the top button
and gently pulled the two sides of the blouse apart, the very tips of her
fingers stroking the exposed flesh as she slid her hands down to the next
button.  Another twist and she pulled her blouse a little wider before
slowly, teasingly, slipping her fingers down to the next button.

   I sighed, captivated by her actions, my eyes never leaving her fingers.

   She chuckled as she unfastened the last button and a ripple ran through
her breasts.  She wrapped her hands around her boobs and lifted them
towards me, "Would you like a nibble?" she asked.

   "I'd love one," I replied without thought and a shudder ran through me.
"But we haven't got time." I raised my eyes to hers and smiled, "Go on,
before I get in trouble."

   She giggled as she peeled her blouse off and turned away from me.  A
gale of laughter swept out from the car and over me as the girls responded
to Rosa's performance and my response to it.

   Still a little stunned I stood there in silence as Rosa got in the car
and, with a flurry of waving arms, the girls set off for their final lap of
the ring road, looking for all the world as though they were naked but for
a silly little hat.

   ---oOo--

   I took a chance after the girls disappeared and had a look at what the
video camera was recording.  It was very good but not really the best of
angles.  Looking around I decided that having it sat on the wall about six
feet from the urn would produce a better shot.

   Setting the camera up on the wall did make it obvious that it was there
but given that the girls knew I was taking pictures I didn't think there
would be any problems with its new position.  Given how badly I'd been
performing with the Kodak camera I needed all the help I could get if I was
going to produce something worthwhile for Ana to take away with her.

   Beeep!

   I jumped; I'd been daydreaming again and missed Rosa turning into the
business park.  She sounded the horn before she pulled up and by the time
she stopped I was bright red.  Natasha was hanging out of the window
pointing at me and giggling as I dashed around turning the video camera on
and getting back in place at the top of the steps.

   "Caught you," she yelled.

   I managed a shrug, "But did any one catch you?"

   "Yes!" she called nodding furiously as she bounced out of the car.

   I wish she wouldn't do that, it was distracting enough when she was
dressed but now I was finding it hard to think.

   "At least one," added Helen across the top of the car.

   "Don't forget that taxi driver," said Ana as she climbed out of the back
of the car, her hat in her hand.

   "He didn't catch us," said Rosa, "you caught him."

   Ana giggled as she stuck the boater back on her head and I found my eyes
trying to track her tits as they bounced and rolled around with every move
she made.

   "It was all right," she responded to Rosa, "He was going the other way."

   "He may have been," replied Rosa, "but I bet he called all his mates on
the radio to let them know what he'd seen."

   "I never thought of that," said Ana, her eyes going wide.

   "It's just as well we were nearly finished or we could have been
travelling in a convoy of dribbling idiots."

   "Apart from that I take it that there weren't any problems?" I asked.

   "Just my bum sticking to the seat," declared Natasha.

   Kirsty pushed her friend on the shoulder, "I hope that was because of
sweat?"

   "Maybe," said Natasha.

   I closed my eyes and contemplated five hot, wet pussies rubbing against
the leather of the car seats.  I shuddered and got my mind out of that
particular gutter.

   "Enough," I called, "Lets do a few pictures and call it a day."

   "Ahhh," moaned Ana, "I've been having so much fun I want it to
continue."

   "Maybe another day," I said.  "For now I want you all to line up as
before so I can get a final shot of you beautiful women."

   A couple of minutes later I sighed, "That's it then," I said and hugged
Kirsty to me.  "Dare's over."

   I grinned at the happy women around me.  "Get your blazers back on and
we can all head for home."

   "Just our jackets?" asked Helen her tone hinting that she was expecting
something different.

   "Unless you want to put the rest of your clothes back on," I said giving
her a grin, "but I was thinking that it would be fun to finish off with a
daring dash home."

   "Uhmm," said Helen but Natasha called out, "Don't bother getting dressed
Mom," before bending over to retrieve her jacket and flashing me in the
process.  "It'll be fun to go home like this and dad's not there so we've
nothing to worry about."

   Kirsty giggled in my arms as I held my breath until Natasha quit waving
her ass at me, "Do you want me to get dressed or should I go like this?"
asked Kirsty softly, her dark eyes almost swallowing me.

   Breath, damn you, I thought as my lungs stopped functioning.  My shy
girlfriend was teasing me and I was so tempted to tell her that she was
fine as she was but I didn't have the nerve.

   "Just put your blazer on," I said and released her.  She looked
disappointed as she made her way to the back of Rosa's car to retrieve her
blazer and I was immediately sorry that I hadn't taken her up on her offer.

   "Rosa," I called, "I'll take Ana and Kirsty back to your place if you
can drop Helen and Natasha off?"

   Rosa had her arms behind her in the act of putting on her blazer and she
stopped, then nodded in reply.  Not only did her head bob up and down but
so did her boobs and I was struggling for breath once more amidst a gale of
laughter as the rest of the girls noticed my predicament.

   Kirsty, her blazer hanging over her arm had returned to my side and she
used her free hand to give me a smack on the shoulder, "Stop that you, or
we'll never get home."

   "Tell your Mum," I replied giving my shoulder a rub.  "She's the one
that keeps distracting me."

   I suppose I could have taken Natasha and Helen home and saved Rosa a
journey but I wanted to stay with Kirsty.  I fished the keys to Mum's car
out of my pocket and handed them over to my sexy girlfriend.  "Go get in
the car," I said nodding towards it, "while I collect the rest of my
stuff."

   She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and turned away, "Come on, Ana,"
she called and walked away, her hips swinging and the blazer still hanging
over her arm.

   I stuffed the various cameras back into my bag and took a moment to have
a quick look around to see if we'd left anything incriminating behind.  As
Rosa drove away and Kirsty and Ana were sitting in the car waiting for me.
I realised that there was nothing to show what we'd been up to other than a
wonderful set of memories and hopefully a few pictures.

   I crossed towards the parked car and thought, 'My God!  How good was
that?'

   The only bad point I could think of as I struggled to sit behind the
steering wheel was that I hadn't got a blowjob!

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 21

   I dropped the bag containing the cameras and other bits and pieces onto
the floor in the back of Mum's car and got an eyeful of Ana who was
reclined across the seat in just her blazer.  The smile she gave me was
both happy and suggestive.  It brought to mind the warnings that Kirsty had
given me concerning her aunt therefore I limited my response to a smile in
return and closed the door on the scene.

   Climbing behind the steering wheel I was confronted with a vision of
beauty that made the sight I'd seen moments before fade into the mists of
time.  Kirsty had her far leg up on the dashboard exposing her pussy before
me.  Her blazer was unfastened revealing her ample boobs to my lust filled
gaze and her smile was a clear invitation to make use of her charms.

   "Oh, God!" I murmured as I dropped into the seat.

   I closed my eyes but the picture was etched into my memory.  A giggle
from the back seat started me on the road to recovery.  The muttered
"Gotcha," from Kirsty completed the journey.

   "Yes, you did," I admitted.  I opened my eyes and smiled, glancing from
Kirsty to Ana, "Now, how about you remove your jackets and we'll go for a
ride through the middle of town?"

   Kirsty's eye went wide in shock, her mouth hanging open.

   Behind us Ana gasped, a strangled sound that might of been, "No,"
escaped from her lips and a glance in her direction allowed me to watch as
she swivelled into a proper sitting position with her arms folded across
her chest.

   Kirsty's leg dropped into the foot well as she started to pant.

   "Gotcha!" I called, though the idea of carrying out the threat did seem
like a good idea.

   "Oh, you," snapped Kirsty, punching me lightly on the shoulder.  I
deliberately ignored her attack and stared at the breast nearest to me. 
The poor thing had popped out from under her jacket as she'd taken the
swipe at me and was fully exposed and quivering in front of me.

   "Stop that," she said, slipping it back under cover.

   "Stop what?"

   "Gawking at me like that."

   "You keep popping things out like that and I'll keep looking," I said.
"It's only natural, isn't it, Ana?"

   Behind us Ana snorted, her own blazer open and her boobs on display. 
I'd noticed this in the rear-view mirror moments before and wanted to
distract Kirsty.

   "Auntie!" she bellowed, "What do you think you're doing?"

   "Nothing more than you're doing," replied Ana defensively.

   "But he's my boyfriend," responded Kirsty, "I'm allowed to tease him."

   "You think so?" asked Ana.  "I bet you he's the one giving the orders."
She continued quietly, "That's what I'd want."

   I don't think we were meant to hear that but I glanced at Kirsty and
received a surprised look in return.

   "That's right," I said, "I'm in charge.  Now close those blazers up and
let me concentrate on getting us home in one piece."

   Kirsty gripped both lapels of her jacket and closed the gap between
them, hiding her charms from my view.  I sighed softly and glanced in the
mirror to watch Ana follow suite.

   I started the car and navigated out onto the ring road in silence, my
breathing returning to normal as I concentrated on driving the car.  Safely
on our way I asked, "Did you really enjoy yourselves out there?"

   "I did," replied Kirsty.

   "Me, too," said Ana, "I didn't think I was going to.  I only accepted
the challenge because it came from Rosa and after our, uhmm, after meeting
you I didn't think I'd get anything out of it."

   "And?"

   "And it was brilliant," she gushed.  "I haven't had that much fun since
Rosa and I used to play games as kids."

   She caught my eye in the mirror and smiled, "Have you ever considered
coming to live in the US?  I'm sure I could find you somewhere to live."

   I heard Kirsty suck in a lung full of air but I didn't break eye contact
with Ana, "I'm sure you could," I said, "but this is where I want to be."

   Ana glanced towards Kirsty and smiled, maybe that smile was tinged with
a bit of sadness, "I'm sure it is."

   "Don't worry," I said.  "I'm sure we'll think of something to keep the
excitement going before you return home."

   What that would be I wasn't sure but I didn't want to get sucked into a
bear baiting contest between Ana and Kirsty.

   ---oOo--

   As we turned into Kirsty's street she let out a sigh, "It's a shame it's
all over."

   "It doesn't have to be," I said.

   Kirsty frowned at me and Ana asked, "What do you mean?"

   "I'd have thought that was obvious," I said smirking, "All you have to
do is take off your jackets before you leave the car."

   I did my best to look innocent, "Wouldn't that mean the game wasn't
over?"

   "We couldn't," gasped Kirsty.

   "Noooo," said Ana slowly before looking around.  "Could we?"

   I'm not sure if that was meant to be a question but that's how it came
out.

   "Auntie!"

   Kirsty's eyes were wide, her face flushed and her breathing was starting
to race.

   "I'll park just here," I said pulling up to the curb, "While you think
about it."

   "Where would you stop?" asked Kirsty looking around for nearly a minute.

   "I could stop here," I said, "but I was thinking that parking on the
drive would be a better option."

   Ana piped up from behind us, "That wouldn't be too bad.  There's only
the house opposite that would really be able to see us."

   "But somebody might drive past," whined Kirsty.

   I glanced in the mirror at Ana and saw her raise her eyebrows.

   "Kirsty," I said forcefully, "take off the blazer."

   She looked at me wide-eyed and unmoving.

   "Now," I snapped.  "You too Ana," I threw casually over my shoulder.

   "Yes, Sir," replied Ana and Kirsty, after a glance over her shoulder at
her aunt started to do as she was told.

   I knocked the car back into gear and after checking all around to make
sure it was clear I moved forward and onto Rosa's drive.

   "Ready?"

   Kirsty nodded, a glance in the mirror showed Ana, her blazer held across
her chest also nodding.

   "Go!" I yelled and the two of them dropped their jackets and opened the
doors.  Giggling the two of them scampered out of the car and headed for
the front door.

   They got there and seemed to pause; Ana turned to face me and fig-leafed
herself.  To my surprise Kirsty came sprinting back.

   "We forgot the keys," she gasped as she grabbed her blazer off the
floor.

   She ran back to the front door struggling to get her keys out of her
pocket as she moved.

   I sat there shaking my head as the two of them made a right hash of
getting the key into the lock.  It would have helped if they hadn't been
laughing so much.

   The door flew open and they rushed inside, Kirsty's blazer was left
lying there on the doorstep, abandoned in the rush to get under cover.

   I collected Ana's jacket and closed up the car before making my way to
the house.  I picked up Kirsty's blazer and pushed the front door open,
where I was greeted by howls of laughter.  Ana was sitting on the stairs
holding her sides, her huge breasts bouncing around as she rocked with
mirth.  Kirsty had slumped to the floor and there were tears streaming down
her face as she gasped for breath between snorts of merriment.

   I shook my head at the two of them, "It wasn't that funny," I said.

   Neither of the pair was able to answer me as I pushed the front door
closed.

   "I take it that you enjoyed your final fling?"

   Kirsty took a deep breath and managed to stay still long enough to nod
in reply.  Across the hallway Ana raised her thumb but didn't seem able to
speak.

   I was still shaking my head as I watched two essentially naked women try
to get themselves under control but as soon as one of them looked like she
was making progress they'd glance at each other and off they'd go again.

   A key being placed in the lock dragged my attention away from the
wonderful goings on and I reached for the door.  I opened it a crack and
found Rosa standing there just the way she'd been when she drove off with
Natasha and Helen.

   "I'm sorry," I said seriously, "but there has been a change of plans."

   Rosa stared at me as I continued, "This has been declared a blazer free
environment and you'll have to leave your jacket in the car."

   "But...," began Rosa before grinding to a halt as I opened the door more
so she could see through it.  The sight of her daughter, lying across the
floor in just her shoes and socks stopped any further protests.

   "Off you go then," I said and without another word Rosa turned back to
her car.  I watched as she slipped the jacket off and casually dropped it
on the front passenger's seat before striding majestically back past me and
into the house.

   I took a moment to reflect before I closed the front door and admitted
that if all things had been equal Rosa would have been the woman I'd want.
Natasha was dangerous and her mother, though beautiful was too in control
for my liking.  Ana had huge tits but her personality set my teeth on edge
and I kept thinking that she needed a good slapping.

   Kirsty was gorgeous and hopefully, one day she would be the match of her
mother but here and now Rosa had that combination of looks and personality
that set my pulse racing.  As true as that was it was something that I'd
never admit out loud.

   I turned back and faced the multitude of naked boobs and sighed, once
again I had an erection that could have driven holes in steel.

   ---oOo--

   Rosa's arrival calmed the other two down quickly as she took charge of
proceedings.  I was surprised when she didn't wave everyone off to get
dressed but I suppose she thought I'd seen it all already so a few more
minutes of exposure wasn't going to make a great deal of difference.

   If only that was true.

   My poor dick hadn't really been soft since Natasha had slipped out of
the car dressed as a schoolgirl, true there had been moments when it was
only half-hard but it hadn't gone completely flaccid for hours.  That was
having an affect on me and if this was what 'blue balls' felt like you
could keep it.

   "Kirsty, go and get a tray of cold drinks," ordered Rosa, "and bring
them through to the living room."

   "Kevin," she said waving me towards the front room.

   "After you," I replied with a smile.

   "He just wants to look at your ass," said Ana from her seated position
on the stairs.

   "And yours," I replied waving for her to proceed me into the living
room.

   "Ohhh," said Ana before rising and walking with an exaggerated wiggle
between Rosa and I into the living room.  Rosa giggled at her sister's
antics as she went past before shaking her head slightly and giving me a
wink.  If anything the wiggle she put on as she walked away from me was
even more outrageous than Ana's had been and I was hard pressed not to
giggle like they'd been doing.

   Ana dropped onto the settee she'd occupied when I first saw her and Rosa
remained standing.  I stood next to one of the armchairs and waited for
Kirsty to return.  Things were quiet as we all waited.  I'd have said
things were strained if it wasn't for the sudden bursts of merriment
whenever Rosa or Ana caught the other's eye.

   My eyes were drawn to the door as Kirsty made her entrance carrying a
tray of tumblers.  Each of the glasses was filled with lemonade and a
handful of ice-cubes and the condensation on the outside made them look so
inviting.  I'm not sure if anyone else noticed that Kirsty's nipples were
erect but I did.  Whether that was due to excitement or to the cold I
couldn't say.

   She made the rounds going to her mother first and then to her aunt
before depositing the tray on the coffee table and carrying the two glasses
over to where I was stood.  She smiled as she offered me a drink.

   The lemonade was so refreshing and I found myself wishing the glass had
been bigger but once it was finished that was it, time to go home.

   I slipped my arm around Kirsty and pulled her into my side, "It's time
for me to go," I said softly.

   She looked at me with her big brown eyes, "I know," she said and offered
me her lips.

   I kissed her and for a moment I forgot that she was naked as I went with
the flow.  A loud theatrical coughing from Rosa broke us apart and we both
looked around a little sheepishly.

   "Sorry," I said as I stepped back then announced, "I'm off."

   I looked at Ana and impulsively I held my arms open, inviting her for a
hug.  She rose to her feet and then paused, her eyes going to her niece,
"May I?" she asked.

   Kirsty smiled, "Go ahead," she said and Ana flew into my arms without
any hesitation.

   Ana's enthusiasm was a surprise and I looked over her shoulder at Kirsty
who was almost laughing at my expression.  I guess I was looking worried
but those thoughts went away when Ana's lips sought mine.

   I guess I was kissing her for as long as I'd done with Kirsty moments
earlier, I know that when she moaned through her kiss it was because I was
giving her naked arse a squeeze.  That moan was enough to break the spell I
was under and I slowly disentangled myself from Ana.

   I glanced at Kirsty expecting to see a look of displeasure.  Instead she
glanced down at the front of my trousers and giggled.

   Pointing, she shrieked, "Auntie!"

   Ana stepped back and looked where Kirsty was pointing before bursting
into giggles.

   Gasping for breath Ana said, "There's no way the girls are going to
believe me when I tell them what I've been up to over here though I'm going
to enjoy the looks on their faces as I recount all the details."

   "Oh, and what are you planning on telling them about?" I asked.

   "Things like how a young man had me doing dares, naked dares and how I
got to tease him afterwards," she said with a smirk.  "But I doubt if
they'll believe me..."

   I thought of the video camera sitting in the car, "Maybe they'd be
convinced if you had a video to show them?" I said.

   She went red before giggling again, "That would be nice but..."

   "You know we've got the pictures," I said, "Well I can make a video for
you too."

   She looked at me sharply and I nodded in confirmation, "I'll create a
DVD you can take home," I said and her blush went from pink to deep purple.

   "If you want to carry on playing you can find someone back home to give
you a few dares," I continued.  "If that's not possible I'm sure I'll be
able to come up with something for you via the Internet." I grinned, "And
I'm sure Rosa and Kirsty would like to see the pictures of your
performances."

   For a man-eater she was awfully easy to wind up, I thought as her eyes
went wide and her mouth hung open.

   "Enough," called Rosa as she stepped forward and slipped her arm through
mine.  With a gentle tug she had me moving towards the hallway with Kirsty
trailing along beside us.

   She stopped and used her arm to swing me round until I was facing her.
"Thank you for a wonderful time," she said.  "I know it's an unusual thing
to be doing, especially with the mother of your girlfriend but I want you
to know that we, that's all of us, are enjoying ourselves.  You don't need
to worry about that at all."

   She smiled and pulled me towards her and before I knew it I was kissing
her passionately.  I groaned as she rubbed her groin against my rock hard
erection, thoughts of throwing her to the floor flittering through my mind.

   She pushed me away and gently tapped the front of my trousers.  Smiling
she turned away, glancing at her wide-eyed daughter, "Deal with that before
he bursts," she said and carried on towards the living room.

   I stood rooted to the spot as Kirsty slowly turned towards me, her
expression changing from one of shock to something almost predatory.

   ---oOo--

   As Rosa walked away Kirsty's gaze returned to her mother's retreating
figure, I wondered if she was having second thoughts and asked quietly,
"Should I invite your mum to stay with us?"

   "No!" she gasped without taking her eyes from her mother's retreating
ass.

   I moved forward and gave her ass a reassuring squeeze, "Are you sure?"

   Her mouth said "No," but her eyes flashed a different answer to my
question.  It could have been apprehension at what her mother had told her
to do or it could have been a desire to play games, I wasn't sure.

   "Maybe next time," I whispered into her ear and gave her a kiss on the
cheek.

   I filed away the thought that Kirsty might like to play with her mother
for later contemplation even though an inkling of an idea had already
appeared, naughty boy that I am.

   I twisted around and pulled a willing Kirsty into my embrace, planting a
kiss full on her mouth as I did so.  Gently I ran my hands over her back,
revelling in the feel of her skin under my fingers.  Naturally my hands
dropped to her ass and I kneaded the soft pillows of her bum, the
temptation to drag her against my prick was almost overwhelming and to
avoid it I broke off the kiss.

   As we separated Kirsty sank to her knees and reached for the fastenings
on my trousers.  Now that the opportunity was here I was feeling nervous,
"You don't have to," I said even though I wanted her to continue more than
anything.

   She looked up and smiled, "But I want to," she declared.  "You do want
me to, don't you?"

   I could only nod affirmatively in response.

   "Good," she said.  "Now help me get you out of these trousers."

   Her answer was all the encouragement I needed.  I moved her hands out of
the way and released my trousers.  She grasped them at my hips and dragged
them towards the floor, released them as they reached my knees and took a
firm grip on my underpants.

   I held my breath as she pulled them down, my erection snapping upwards
as it was released from confinement.

   We both sighed and then I sighed again as her warm hand wrapped around
my throbbing prick, I closed my eyes as I was engulfed by the feelings of
pleasure.

   My eyes snapped open as I felt a new warmth around my prick.  A glance
down showed the tip of my dick disappearing into Kirsty's mouth.  Her eyes
sought mine and then she flicked the bottom of my prick with her tongue.

   I groaned and fought to retain a semblance of control and failed!

   I grasped Kirsty's hair as my spunk bubbled out of my balls and set off
on its sprint for freedom.  My eyes were screwed shut as burst after burst
of baby makers shot out of the end of my prick.  My legs were locked solid
as I held Kirsty in position, forcing her to take my load in her mouth.

   I finally opened my eyes and stared at Kirsty who somehow managed to
smile around my dick.

   "Thank you," I said softly and flinched as she lapped at the underside
of my dick.

   She opened her mouth and released me, "Tender?"

   "A little."

   She settled back onto her heels, "Was that all right?"

   "All right doesn't come anywhere close to how good that was," I gushed,
reaching for her.  I pulled her up and straight into my arms, "That was
fantastic."

   I ran my hands over Kirsty's body and kissed her neck, her cheek, her
lips, her breasts pressed against my chest and my prick rubbed against the
fine hairs covering her pussy.

   I slipped a finger between her legs and along her grove, picking up a
feeling of her slickness and heat.  I stepped back a little and raised the
finger to my lips and took a taste.

   "Nectar," I murmured.

   She giggled so I stuck out my tongue and wiggled it, "Shall I?"

   Kirsty glanced towards the living room and groaned in frustration, "Not
now," she said.

   I slipped a finger back between her lower lips and had a little rummage
around, "Are you sure?"

   "No," she replied and then jumped back breaking contact, "but we can't,
not here."

   I sucked on my fingers and watched as she hopped from one foot to the
other.

   "No!" she declared forcefully.

   I grinned, "OK," I said accepting that nothing was going to happen
tonight.

   Dressed once more I opened my arms and Kirsty joined me, we kissed
softly, with love rather than lust.

   "I'll see you tomorrow at school."

   She nodded and I looked towards the living room.  "Goodnight," I called
and reluctantly released Kirsty and turned towards the door.  I stepped out
into the warm air of a summer's evening and began my journey home.

   'What a life I was leading,' I thought, 'and things could only get
better.'

   ---oOo--

   Interlude

   When Kevin arrived home from his evening with his girlfriend I greeted
him with a hug as I usually did.  He'd seemed subdued and I probably should
have been concerned but I'd received a shock when I'd hugged him and I
wasn't thinking too clearly.

   The first thing I'd noticed as I held him was his erection, a hard, hot
bar that I could feel even through our clothes.

   Now don't get me wrong, I know young men are horny creatures and Kevin
was seeing a beautiful girl.  It's just that I hadn't, until that moment,
realised just how grown up he'd become.

   My little boy wasn't so little any more and was definitely not a boy, he
was a man!

   The second shock had taken a little longer to permeate its way into my
consciousness.  It was an odour, a muskiness that was familiar but somehow
different and totally out of place.  Kevin had reached the bottom of the
stairs on the way to his bedroom before my brain highlighted what that
nagging little detail was.

   I stood there open-mouthed as he slowly climbed the stairs, my mind
screaming 'sex' loudly.  The odour I could smell was that of a woman, a hot
aroused woman!

   Kevin had been playing with a pussy!

   By the time I could move again Kevin had disappeared from view and I
didn't know what to do.  Should I call him back and find out what he'd been
up to or should I ignore it and hope that things would work out in the end?

   Still dazed I made my way back into the living room.  Ben took one look
at my expression and was out of his seat and wrapping his arms around me.

   "What's the matter, Marj?" he asked squeezing me tightly.

   "Kevin's been playing around," I said.

   "What do you mean by playing around?" he asked and I blushed.

   "He stinks of..." and I paused and looked at Ben with wide eyes. 
"There's a smell of, uhmm, excited woman about him."

   I saw Ben's eyes light up and he grinned at me, "Your little boy's
growing up is he?" he asked, already knowing the answer.

   I nodded, unable to put into words the sense of loss I was feeling.

   "It was bound to happen sooner or later," said Ben before he chuckled.
"And Kirsty is a pretty enough girl to turn any head."

   I nodded again.  Yes she was pretty and the two of them were older than
I'd been when I'd done what they'd been doing for the first time so what
was the problem?

   Ben hugged me tightly and I caught sight of us in the mirror over the
fireplace.  I looked flushed, excited even and then it dawned on me what
the problem was.

   How do you tell your husband that you're aroused by the scent of another
woman on your son?

   "Let's go to bed," I said and was happy when Ben kissed my neck in
response.

   "Gladly," he said before reaching for the television remote control. 
"You go up and I'll be up as soon as I've locked up."

   I headed for the bedroom and tripped up the stairs like a teenager,
happy that the man I loved would soon be making love to me.  The sense of
loss I'd been feeling only moments before washed away on a rising tide of
primordial lust.

   ---oOo--

   An hour later the two of us were resting, sated, on top of the rumpled
bedding.  Whatever had been the cause of my excitement my husband, bless
him, had risen to the challenge I'd presented him with.

   I lay back and considered the fact that I hadn't been so thoroughly
shagged in years!

   My arm was extended across the pillows as I relaxed, my fingers gently
running through Ben's hair.  I wondered if it would ever happen like this
again, that sudden explosion of lust?

   "You know what, Marj," said Ben suddenly, "I wish we were still playing
those games."

   I rolled onto my side and looked at him closely but he didn't move.  His
head was resting on the pillow and his gaze was fixed somewhere above.

   "What games?" I asked curiously.

   "You know, the dare games we used to play back in college," he replied,
his eyes continuing to stare at the ceiling.

   To say I was surprised would be an understatement.  I'd never told him
how much nearly being caught by my father had affected me over the years
and to find that he still thought of that solitary event came as something
of a shock.  Did he suspect the way I remembered that event with fondness
and, if the truth is told, excitement?

   Did he have an idea of the number of times that reliving that event in
my mind had generated a feeling of excitement, of sexual need that had been
the catalyst to Ben getting hot sweaty sex.  Something that we didn't seem
to participate in that often any more.

   We still made love, but sex!  That raw unbridled release of passion was
notable by its absence from our marriage in recent years.

   Was Ben telling me that he missed the excitement too?

   More importantly, should I respond to his leading statement?  The fact
that he'd expressed an interest in doing those sort of things couldn't be
dismissed out of hand, not if I wanted to experience the sort of feelings
I'd spent the last hour enjoying.

   Just as importantly was the question of whether I wanted to play those
games again?

   "I'll have to think about it," I said cautiously before slipping my hand
from his hair to the back of his neck.  I drew him towards me, "In the
meantime why don't you tell me how much it would excite you to see me
running around topless."

   He may have just finished but the sudden look of lust that crossed his
face kick started my motor.  His own starting handle began to rise under
the sheet that covered him to the waist.

   Our lips collided and in my mind there was no doubt that I was going to
be playing those games again, a hot pussy knows no boundaries as they say
and simply thinking about the events of all those years ago had got me all
hot and bothered.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 22

   One thing nagged at me all through the night after leaving Kirsty and no
matter how I tried to dismiss it the thought wouldn't go away.

   What was thing that was causing my disquiet you ask?

   It was the relationship I had with Elizabeth the school's Vice-Principal
that was causing the problem, or to be more precise the impact such a
relationship would have on my friendship with Kirsty.

   Was I being unfaithful to my new girlfriend?

   There was no sex between Liz and I as such but I doubted if Kirsty would
see it that way.  Especially if she found out about it from someone else
who didn't have my best interests at heart.  Then there was the fact that
the whole thing was supposed to be over as Liz had said but I didn't really
believe that, not deep down.

   This left me with something of a dilemma.

   Should I tell Kirsty and thereby break the trust between Liz and I or
should I treat the whole thing as being over, as Liz had intimated and keep
quiet about it and hope that it didn't come back to bite me?

   If I went down that route I knew I'd be wondering forever more how
Kirsty would react when, not if, she found out about Elizabeth even if that
happened in ten years time.

   After a very confused night spent jumping between reliving the wonderful
events of Sunday evening and contemplating the dilemma I'd given myself I
staggered out of bed.

   One thing had been decided and that was that Kirsty needed to know about
Liz and me, at least the history of what we'd done if nothing else. 
Hopefully I'd be able to contain the fallout of this revelation and still
have a girlfriend.

   I had just enough situational awareness left to realise that mum and dad
were acting like a couple of teenagers for some reason but I didn't let
their behaviour distract me.  I wolfed down my cereal and headed for the
door, I wanted to get to school early and be in position so that I could
have a word with Kirsty as soon as she arrived.

   Twenty minutes later, standing outside the school gates I was still in a
quandary.  I know I'd decided to tell Kirsty all about it but here and now,
faced with the imminent arrival of my beloved I wasn't so sure.  The
problem was I couldn't come up with an alternative that would leave me
smelling of roses if the smelly stuff hit the rotary air impeller.

   As Helen's car approached I squared my shoulders and mentally prepared
for the worst, come what may I was committed, or maybe I should have been.

   "Morning," bubbled Natasha as she bounced out of the car.  "Are you here
to see if we're still dressed in yesterday's uniforms?" The grin pasted
across her face made her look more of an imp than usual.

   "I wouldn't mind if you dressed that way," I replied with a grin, "but I
doubt if they'd let you in school."

   "What do you think?" I asked turning to where Helen was watching us
through the open driver's window.

   She snorted, "The authorities have enough problems dealing with the way
the girls dress as it is," she said, "without giving them something to
really worry about."

   "Oh, Mom...," began Natasha but her mom cut her off.  "Enough!"

   Helen smiled at me, as Natasha subsided, "I didn't get a chance to thank
you for yesterday's fun and games," she said.  "I really enjoyed what you
had us doing," she batted her eyelashes at me.  "I'm looking forward to our
next challenge already."

   I gave her a smile in response, "I'll have to give it some thought," I
said.  "We wouldn't want you getting bored because things weren't exciting
enough."

   She grinned happily as I turned to where Kirsty had appeared from behind
the car.

   "Morning," I said softly as I stepped towards her.

   She looked bashful and, as I wrapped my arms around her I noticed that
she was blushing.  She didn't pull away but she didn't embrace me either,
all of a sudden I was worried that I'd done something wrong.

   "Kevin," she said quietly, "about last night..."

   "Yes?"

   "You don't think I'm a..." her voice faded away and her eyes were
pleading for understanding.  Understanding of what, I've no idea.

   "You're a, what?" I asked just as softly.

   "Slut."

   I blinked, "Why would I think that?" I demanded a little loudly.

   "Shhh," she hissed, "You don't think I'm a slut because I gave you a,
uhmm, a..."

   "No, I don't," I declared and then grinned, "but if you want to do it
again you can, you know, any time you like."

   It was her turn to blink and I was ready when she took a swing at me,
"Oh you..."

   I smiled and wrapped my arms back around her, "Enough of that," I said.
"I've got something I want to talk to you about."

   "About us?" she said pulling back.

   "Yes and no," I said keeping hold of her hand.  "It's more about
something I did and I feel that you need to know about it."

   Her eyes were wide as I turned to Natasha; "I need to speak to Kirsty so
we'll see you later."

   Natasha frowned at me but didn't say anything and didn't follow when I
pulled Kirsty away.

   "Come on, beautiful, let's go find somewhere we can talk."

   We waved goodbye to Helen and I headed for the school library, I wasn't
planning on going inside but there were a couple of benches outside that
should give us somewhere to sit and talk.

   ---oOo--

   I looked into Kirsty's eyes and tried to project sincerity with all my
might.  "I want to tell you about something that happened to me a few days
ago, something that you know about without knowing all the details."

   Kirsty's eyes were still wide and looked like they were filling with
tears.

   "This is going to be hard so please just listen until I've finished what
I've got to say and then I'll answer any questions you have, okay?"

   I sat and waited for Kirsty to respond in some way, it took a few
moments but she finally nodded.

   I took a deep breath and began my tale.  I started with the three of us
being caught by Liz and took it from there.  Explaining what had been said
after the girls had left the room and how it had culminated in the dare I'd
proposed.

   I glanced up to see how Kirsty was taking things, if her eyes were any
indication she was in shock but I pressed ahead, after all this was the
easy stuff.

   I went through the lunchtime dare step by step, how Liz had paraded in
front of me with her skirt around her waist, her knickers and stockings on
display just for me.  I was staring at Kirsty as I told her how that dare
had finished, with Liz wishing she'd failed so she could be spanked.

   Kirsty groaned and I blinked, what was she thinking?

   I couldn't stop; not now the confession was spilling out.

   "So I gave her another dare, I said, "One she could fail easily."

   Kirsty's hand squeezed mine but she didn't say a word.  I went on to
explain how I'd turned up the next day and beat the VP with a fly swat, a
cane and in the end, her pickleball bat.

   Kirsty was panting, her eyes wide as she listened to my explanation. 
What had started out as a bare bones explanation was now becoming more of
an erotic story as I added detail.  I thought she was going to break my
fingers when I told her how I'd applied the last two swats to Lizzie's bum
with my bare hand and brought her to orgasm.

   "So that's it," I concluded.  "Liz said we needed to call it a day after
that, it was too risky to continue." I looked at my girlfriend of such a
short time and waited for her to respond still fearing that I'd just
finished our relationship.

   Kirsty sat silently her eyes focused on something I couldn't see, I
glanced at my watch and scowled, if we didn't sort things out soon we were
going to be late for registration.

   "You're not winding me up, are you?" she asked suddenly.

   I shook my head negatively, "No, there's no wind up."

   "Are you going to see her again?" Kirsty asked a peculiar look on her
face, a look I couldn't decipher.

   "I don't think so," I said.  "What she said about it being too dangerous
to continue was true and, well, I've got you now."

   Kirsty frowned, "I think you should," she declared.

   "Should what?" I asked in confusion.

   "See her again."

   "Why?"

   Kirsty took a deep breath and stuck out her chest, "So that you can give
her another dare."

   My eyes were glued to her boobs, "What dare?" I asked distractedly.

   "You're sure she liked being spanked?" asked Kirsty, rocking her
shoulders gently from side to side.

   I dragged my eyes away from the dimples her excited nipples were making
in her blouse and back to her face, "It seemed like it," I confirmed.

   "Then dare her to take another spanking," said Kirsty.  As she said it
she squeezed my hand hard.

   "You want to spank her!" I made the declaration as the realisation
rushed upon me of where this was all leading.

   Kirsty nodded, her eyes shining as she stared back at me.

   I thought about what she was asking and I wasn't sure I could do it.  It
would mean admitting that I'd broken the trust between Elizabeth and I and
expose us both to the risk of being caught.

   Then again, she had liked what I'd done to her and I'd liked doing it. I
hadn't agreed not to press the matter if I got the chance either, had I.

   "What sort of dare could I give her?" I asked looking for more time to
think, "That would let you spank her?"

   Kirsty had a faraway look in her eye as she stated, "Dare her to wait
for you bent over her desk wearing a blindfold.  Tell her you're going to
spank her and leave and she'll never know for sure that it was you.  That's
what will get her to agree, the uncertainty."

   "Would it get you going?" I asked, fairly certain what the answer would
be.  I was getting a handle on the way my girlfriend thought, or at least I
thought I was.

   She nodded, her eyes were bright and her chest, which I was paying
particular attention to, was heaving.  If this had been one of those Mills
and Boon novels it would be a bodice ripper and her bodice wouldn't have
stood a chance.

   "So if I insisted that you had to strip before you spanked her, it
wouldn't be a problem for you, would it?" Hopefully that would put a block
on this idea and I'd get out of having to face Liz again, I should have
known better.

   She hardly gave it any thought at all before she grinned, "Okay."

   "You'd do that?" I asked in shock.

   She nodded emphatically, "For a chance to spank Ms.  Chandler,
definitely."

   "I'll see what she thinks," I said as all the escape routes clanged shut
around me.

   Shit, shit, shit....

   ---oOo--

   We headed for school hand in hand; Kirsty buzzing at what she thought
was going to be something special.  We parted at the entrance without doing
anything that would get us in trouble with the prowling ''moral'' police
who were watching out for any public displays of affection.

   I just made it to the classroom in time to get my name ticked off as
registration was called, the notices were read out to the class, none of
which were relevant to me and that was it.  I had a free period after that
and decided to spend it in the library whilst I contemplated how I was
going to approach the school's VP with a dare after she'd told me that
things between us were over.

   The corridor was filled with people heading hither and thither as the
school day began.  I slid along with the crowd doing my normal ghosting
routine as I endeavoured to move from safe zone to safe zone without
attracting the attention of anyone who would cause me a problem.

   One of the problems with moving like this is that you tend to have your
head down so that you don't make eye contact, which means you can be
surprised.

   "Mr.  Hayles."

   I froze as Elizabeth Chandler called my name and stepped out in front of
me.  I'm sure I was bright red as the kids around me cleared a gap around
us and kept moving.  I blinked and closed my mouth, "Yes, Miss."

   I noticed that she was flushed and kept looking around nervously and it
took a few moments before she said anything.

   "I would like you to come and see me at lunchtime," she said eventually.

   I swallowed, was this trouble or pleasure?

   "Is there a problem?" I asked, her words had sounded more like a request
than an order.

   "No, there's no problem," she said glancing around.  "Well, not really,"
she added and that had me worried.

   It was my turn to look around but no one was paying us any attention,
just an occasional glance in passing.  They were probably glad that the VP
had grabbed someone else.

   I plucked up my courage, "Are you asking as Ms.  Chandler," I asked and
gave her a weak smile, "or as Elizabeth?"

   Lizzie's complexion went beet-red, her eyes opened wide and her tongue
slipped from between her lips in a very familiar gesture.  Very quietly,
almost in a whisper, she said, "As Elizabeth."

   I felt a change sweep through me, no longer was I the worried little
schoolboy who'd been caught in the corridor and was being threatened by the
Vice-Principal.  Now I was the captor and she was the victim, "Do I need to
bring anything with me?" I asked, my hand making a small swatting motion
between us.

   She shook her head negatively, her eyes flashing around nervously, "No,
it's nothing like that.  I just want to ask you to do something for me."

   "Something like I did the last time we were together?" I probed.

   She nodded, "Sort of."

   "I'll be there then, Liz," I said with a smile, a smile that was a
combination of relief and anticipation.

   She nodded once and stepped out of my way before spinning on her heel
and strutting away, the sound of her heels reverberating along the nearly
deserted corridor.  As I started forward I saw Kirsty eyeing me from the
end of the corridor, I considered ignoring her but decided that she'd
spotted me and ignoring her was a quick way of ending our relationship.

   "What did she want?" she asked as soon as I was next to her.

   "She wants to see me at lunchtime," I admitted.

   "Got her!" exclaimed my girlfriend clutching my arm.

   "Not yet, we haven't," I cautioned her.  "It could be that she wants to
see me about something completely different."

   "It's not," she replied confidently.  "If she wanted you for something
official she'd have sent a message through registration."

   I could only nod in agreement, that was the way things were normally
done.

   "Face it, Kevin," said Kirsty seriously, "She's as hooked as I am."

   That gave me a moment's pause.  It seemed that every woman I knew was
interested in what I could do for her.  Was that the way it was always
going to be?

   "You're seeing her at lunchtime?" said Kirsty.

   I nodded in reply.

   "I'll see you straight after school," she declared and I didn't
disagree.

   "Remember, you'll have to be quick because I've got to get home," she
said, "Aunt Ana's still there."

   How could I have forgotten that?  I've no idea how the loud American
woman had slipped my mind but she had.

   "If I don't make it," I said, "I'll give you a call tonight."

   She glanced around before giving me a kiss on the cheek, "Bye."

   I watched her fly away before sighing and continuing on to the library
and hopefully a little peace and quiet.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 23

   I took a quick look around but the corridor was deserted, I followed up
by taking a deep breath and knocked on the door then, without waiting for a
response I pushed it open.  I stepped into the outer office expecting it to
be empty and found Alison Fodder staring at me intently as I walked through
the door.

   I stopped and stared back, not sure what I should do or say.

   "Ms.  Chandler is expecting you," she said before I could recover,
"You're to go right in."

   I managed to nod and start walking towards the door that led into
Elizabeth's office.

   As I crossed the room my mind processed what had just happened, there
was something significant there but I couldn't latch on to it.  The only
clear thing that came through was that the 'cow' was dressed differently in
some way, she was wearing a grey suit that was somehow different to her
normal attire thought the difference was something marginal.

   I didn't have time to consider the problem in any depth as I was at
Elizabeth's door.  I knocked gently on the wooden panel and after a quick
glance in the direction of Alison I pushed the door open.

   Liz was behind her desk eyeing me as I entered the room; she looked a
little apprehensive, as though something was going to happen that she
didn't really understand.

   I thought that was a bit strange, as she was the one that had called me
here, not the other way around.

   She waved towards the comfortable chairs, the same one I'd used to
inspect her after the first dare.  "Take a seat," she instructed, standing
as she spoke.

   She crossed the room to join me and I took the opportunity to admire the
older woman.  There was something about the way she carried herself that
hinted at how sexy she could be, the memory of her parading around this
room with everything on display obviously helped that image.  Today she was
wearing her customary business suit along with a pair of black heels, not
particularly high but they indicated that she didn't spend all day on her
feet like some of the teachers in the school.

   As she lowered herself into the seat opposite me, keeping her legs
together primly, I asked, "So, what's the problem?"

   "I wouldn't say it's a problem," she responded.  "Well, not yet but it
could become one," she glanced towards the door, "for me anyway."

   Did this have something to do with the 'cow'?

   I raised my eyebrows in query and waited.

   Elizabeth bit her lip before lowering her eyes, "When you were spanking
me," she began quietly, "we had an audience."

   My eyes went wide but Liz didn't notice she was still looking at the
floor.

   "It seems that Alison returned to the office whilst you were, uhm,
chastising me and the intercom somehow became live."

   I recalled hearing a strangled squawk when Liz had thrown things on the
floor.

   "She listened in as I, oh, God," she raised her tear filled eyes.  "She
heard everything we did, including, well, you know...."

   I smiled, "She heard you enjoying yourself?"

   Liz nodded.

   "So what's the problem?" I asked.  It couldn't be blackmail, as I didn't
have anything that she could possibly want.  If she was going to cause
trouble for Elizabeth she'd have done it by now so it had to be something
else.

   "She told me that the sounds excited her and she wants you to do the
same thing to her," said Liz in a rush.

   I cocked my head to one side; "She wants me to spank her?"

   Liz nodded, "Yes."

   "Anything else?" I asked.

   It was Elizabeth's turn to look shocked, "I, uhhh, don't know." she
replied.

   "I wonder if she just wants to be spanked or if she wants to go through
the whole thing?"

   Elizabeth shrugged.

   I grinned, "There's only one way to find out," I said.  "I suppose she's
waiting to hear what the outcome of this little talk is?"

   Liz nodded again.

   "What do you think?" I asked.

   "I don't know," she replied, "The sense of anticipation made the whole
thing so exciting I'd have thought she wanted to play the whole game but I
haven't asked her about it."

   I sat back and thought about the matter.  Simply spanking Alison would
be no big deal, just lay her across the bench and beat hell out of her arse
but that wouldn't be particularly subtle would it?  As Liz said it was the
anticipation that made the event, not the spanking.

   I considered what Kirsty had said earlier, about getting Liz to strip
and wait for me to arrive and spank her, could I combine the two events?

   "Tell me," I said, "do you still want to play or should I just take this
up with Alison?"

   After nearly a minute of silence Elizabeth spoke softly, "I've thought
about it a lot since we, you know...  I knew it would be stupid to continue
after we finished, the chances of getting caught are just too great,
but..."

   I remained silent as Liz sorted her thoughts out once more.

   "I haven't got a man at home and I know you're not going to take that
role but, simply knowing that I'm still desirable is such a boost to my
ego." She looked up and smiled, "I bet you didn't think I had issues like
that did you?"

   She didn't wait for an answer, "What we did was so exciting and I'd like
to do it again," she admitted.  "Not all the time but occasionally, if you
would?"

   I smiled.  I may have been good for her ego but what she was doing to
mine was beyond measure.

   "So it's game on then?" I asked.

   She nodded, a slight smile gracing her lips.

   "Do you want to play now?" I asked, "Nothing serious but it'll set the
tone for later."

   Lizzie's eyes went wide and her head nodded.  I think that happened
before her brain had considered the offer.

   I chuckled, "I'm glad you are so keen," I said.  "Stand up."

   I continued to smile as she stood up.

   "Now take off your jacket," I instructed.

   She did as she was told and dropped the jacket over the chair behind
her.

   "Now the blouse," I continued.

   She blushed but didn't pause as she opened the blouse to reveal a plain
white bra.

   "Put the blouse down," I said, "and take off the bra."

   Liz paused momentarily and then complied with my commands.

   She wasn't a big girl, a 'B' cup at the most but they were still pert
and didn't sag as she released them.  Her blush continued down her chest to
the very top of her breasts, that she was excited was clear as her nipples
perked up as I watched.

   "Very nice," I said, "but we need to continue so put your jacket back
on."

   She looked at me in surprise, "On?"

   I nodded, "That's right," I said.  "You've got to go and get Alison and
see if she still wants to play."

   As Elizabeth pulled her jacket on I continued to give her her
instructions.  "I want you to fasten a single button then go and tell
Alison that I'm willing to let her join us if she's serious about taking
part."

   Liz nodded as she fastened the single button I'd allowed her.

   "If she still wants to play you're to unfasten that button and let her
see how you are dressed."

   Liz's blush deepened but she didn't say a word so I pressed on.

   "Tell her that she has five minutes to appear here, dressed in exactly
the same way." I grinned, as Liz looked at me, her mouth hanging open.  "If
she does that she can join us."

   Liz blinked a couple of times, swallowed and continued to stare at me.

   "It's up to you, Liz," I said.  "If you don't want to be a part of this
I'll go out there and see her myself."

   "No!" she shrieked, shaking her head forcefully.

   She giggled, which took me by surprise, "You've no idea how exciting
this is," she gasped and spun on her heel and headed for the door, her hips
swinging from side to side outrageously.

   She paused with the door half open and glanced back to me, winked once
and disappeared from view, pushing the door shut behind her.

   I settled down to await the outcome, endeavouring to look cool, calm and
collected whilst nearly shitting a brick.

   ---oOo--

   My palms were clammy by the time the door opened again.

   Elizabeth came strutting through the door, her head held high and her
jacket wide open displaying her boobs.  Her nipples were sticking out even
further than they did when she'd left mere minutes ago.

   I grinned and stated the obvious; "She's coming?"

   "Yes."

   "Excited?" I asked as I glanced at my watch.

   She nodded, her eyes sparkling as she stood there.

   "Lift your skirt," I said impulsively.

   She reached down and grasped the hem and wriggled until it rose up to
reveal tights!

   "Ugh," I grunted.  "Take them off."

   Liz smiled and slipped her fingers under the rolled up skirt and into
the waistband of the pantyhose, another wiggle of the hips and they started
to slip down.  I noticed her white knickers coming into view.

   "The knickers too," I said.

   Her hands paused ever so slightly and then repositioned themselves under
the white waistband, it was only when the descending mess reached her knees
that Liz realised she'd still got her shoes on.

   I had to struggle not to laugh as she tottered there, her knees
effectively tied together hoping from foot to foot as she tried to shed her
shoes without falling over.

   Barefoot, her skirt just covering her delights she looked at me with her
hand outstretched the mixed bundle of tights and knickers dangling from her
fingers.

   I took the bundle and pulled the plain knickers from the tangle and
handed her the tights, "Lose those," I said, "they're horrible."

   I know some people like tights.  I do if they're moderately decorative
but these were plain black and too thick to be considered as nice.  As she
took the nylon mass back I pointed in the direction of her desk.  "Dump
them in the bin."

   She moved to comply and I carefully folded her knickers until I had a
smooth white piece that was sticking up, as she returned I pushed it into
the breast pocket of my blazer, leaving it protruding as though it was a
handkerchief.

   "You can't..." she began as she saw what I was doing.

   "I can," replied smiling.  "Do you think anyone will notice?"

   She nodded, "They're bound to," she said.  "Who else has anything in the
pocket like that?"

   She did have a point but I didn't care.  "I'm not going to tell anyone
where I got them from, am I?" I grinned at her expression and waved towards
the seat opposite me.  "Take a seat," I said.  "You know she might still
chicken out," I said nodding towards the closed door.

   "She won't," replied Liz as she settled into the seat.  She looked at
me, her demeanour changing from playful to serious.  "I know she's not a
pretty little thing but don't be nasty about it," she said, "Please?"

   "She's plump," I said, agreeing with her assessment, "But I don't think
she's a basket case.  I don't really know her but she seems lonely more
than anything."

   Liz blinked, "I suppose she is," she responded and then fell silent.  I
watched her as she sat there a strange mix of emotions flashing fleetingly
across her face, one of them I recognised as sadness but I've no idea why.

   I glanced at my watch, if Alison was going to appear she was cutting it
fine.  I'd said five minutes and she'd had four and a half already.

   "Is she late?" asked Liz.

   "Not yet," I replied watching the second hand sweep around, "she's still
got twenty seconds."

   As the second hand reached ten seconds to go there was a tap on the
door.

   I smiled at Liz and bellowed, "Enter!"

   Alison's head appeared around the edge of the door.  She eyed me
nervously until I crooked a finger in her direction.

   Slowly she pushed the door wider and stepped forward, as she did I could
see that the blouse she'd been wearing was gone and her left arm held the
two sides of her jacket together.

   "Close the door and come over here," I said firmly.

   Alison smiled and did as I'd said.

   "Just there will be fine," I said when she reach a point about ten feet
from us.  "Now drop your arms to your sides and tell me that you want to
play our games."

   She blinked and looked to Elizabeth for guidance.  Liz, to her credit
sat perfectly still.

   Alison returned her attention to me and slowly lowered her arms, the
jacket slipping open just enough to show that there was nothing on
underneath it.

   "I'd..." began Alison and then stopped to lick her lips.  She started
again, "I'd like to join in with you," she said.

   "You do know that what we're doing could get the two of you in trouble,
don't you?" I asked.

   She nodded, her eyes flicking from my face to Elizabeth and back.

   I smiled, "Let's see how serious you are," I said.  "Take off your
jacket."

   She opened her mouth to respond, her eyes going wide with shock.

   I held up my hand to stop her.  "Don't!" I commanded.  "Ask Elizabeth.
When we are together I'm in charge, no one else, and you will do as I say."
I smiled to soften my words, "Don't worry about it though, I'm not trying
to get any of us in trouble, just have a little fun."

   She blinked, sucked on her lower lip for a moment, and then, without
saying a word she slipped the jacket off her shoulders and held it dangling
from one hand.

   She was big, not outrageous but you could see she carried twenty or
thirty pounds of excess body mass.  A lot of it was on her tits, which were
probably a 'D' cup and hung low on her chest.  Her head dropped as she saw
the way I was looking at her and a pink flush swept across her upper body.

   "Nice," I murmured though that wasn't strictly true.  A month ago I'd
have gone gaga over what I was seeing but a lot had happened in that month
and my standards had changed.  Fortunately I could still remember what they
had been and was able to act appropriately.

   "Turn around," I ordered and as soon as she had her back to me Elizabeth
mouthed, 'Thank You' across the gap between us.

   "Keep going," I said when Alison paused.

   "Okay," I said when she was facing me again, "Put your jacket back on."

   "Liz, go and join her," I said and waved her towards the centre of the
room.  It was time to see if they'd go for Kirsty's idea.

   "The way this works," I began, "is that I give you a dare, something
that I believe you will carry out because you want to.  The forfeit is just
there to apply a little bit of pressure in case you start suffering from
cold feet."

   I smiled and Liz returned my grin, Alison was still looking serious but
she didn't know that Liz had deliberately failed a dare so she could pay
the forfeit.

   "As the aim is for the two of you to get a spanking," I paused and
looked at them questioningly, I didn't continue until they had both nodded
in agreement.

   "The dare is to position yourselves ready to be spanked.  That is you
will be stripped below the waist and bent over Elizabeth's desk at
twelve-thirty tomorrow."

   The two women were staring at me, both of them a little flushed as I
continued.  "To make things a little more exciting you'll both wear a
blindfold."

   "We can't do that," began Liz.  "What if someone comes in?"

   "I noticed that the door locks," I said.  "Have you got a spare key?"

   Elizabeth looked at Alison, who shook her head.

   "But you have got a key for the door, haven't you?" I said.

   "Yeesss," said Elizabeth, drawing the word out.

   I looked at Alison, "Then, if you want to be sure that it's me that
comes through the door you'd better get a copy cut and let me have it
before lunchtime." I smiled.  "That is if you really want to be sure.  I'm
pretty sure it would be much more exciting if anyone could walk in, but
that's up to you."

   "No, no," replied Alison quickly.  "There's a place in the mall that
cuts keys, I'll call in on my way home."

   "Just to be clear on this," I said, "You both accept the dare as
stated?"

   "Yes, Sir," said Elizabeth.

   Alison blinked a couple of times and then parroted Lizzie's words.

   ---oOo--

   I chuckled.  I couldn't help it.  The two of them sounded like a couple
of schoolgirls who'd been caught doing something wrong.

   Elizabeth looked at me questioningly.

   "You sound like naughty schoolgirls," I said and then had a picture of
Liz dressed in the same way as Rosa and Helen yesterday.

   I shook myself and pointed to the chairs opposite, "Come on, sit down,"
I said, "and we can talk about a forfeit."

   "A forfeit," said Liz, "do we still need one?"

   "Of course," I said, "Otherwise it wouldn't be a dare."

   "But what can we do?" asked Alison as she settled her wide bum into the
chair next to Liz, "You're already going to be spanking us."

   "Well, the other group I play this game know I've got some revealing
pictures of them.  Their forfeit is that those pictures will become public
if they fail." I wasn't going to tell Liz about the last forfeit, there was
no telling how she'd take the idea of giving a blowjob as a sign of
failure.

   "What do you mean by revealing?" asked Liz eyeing me suspiciously.

   "In most cases they're just topless," I replied.

   "Oh, is that all," she said.

   I grinned again, "It was in McDonalds."

   Alison snorted and covered her mouth, "Sorry."

   "Don't be," I said, "It was fun and we all enjoyed ourselves."

   "Who was that?" asked Alison, looking at Liz.

   "It wasn't Elizabeth," I said.

   "But I think I know who it was," she said.

   "You know some of the participants," I admitted, "but not all of them."

   It was her turn to look questioningly, but I shook my head, "Sorry, I'm
not saying."

   "Okay," she said, "but what are we going to do as a forfeit?"

   "If you can trust me," I said, "we could go down the picture route
again."

   She looked at me as I fished out my mobile phone.  "It's got a camera on
it," I said by way of an explanation.  "It's not brilliant but it should do
for our purposes."

   "What sort of poses would you need?" asked Liz.

   "Nothing extreme," I replied quickly, "Topless?"

   Liz looked at Alison, "Could you do that?" she asked.

   Alison swallowed and then nodded.

   "Now's a good a time as any," I said and pointed at Liz.  "Go and stand
in front of your desk."

   Liz rose and I did the same, "Come on Alison, you're next."

   "Let the jacket hang naturally," I said, "and give me your best
professional pose."

   Liz chuckled and then schooled her face into a serious expression, "Like
this?"

   I lifted the phone and looked at the little screen, "Looks good," I
responded and clicked the shutter button.

   I looked at the picture I'd just taken and nodded, "That's a good
start," I said and looked up.  "Okay, now hold the jacket open."

   Liz maintained the professional look she'd adopted and pulled the two
sides of her jacket backwards.  She clamped her arms down to hold them out
of the way and gently intertwined her fingers in her lap.

   "Like this?" she asked.

   I took a step forward and took another picture.

   "What do you think?" I asked holding the screen up so that Alison could
see the image.

   "Oh," she murmured glancing towards Elizabeth.  "That is good."

   "Glad you like it," I replied, "You can swap places now."

   Liz moved quickly away from the table and Alison, moving much slower,
went and stood in front of it.  She looked a little worried, "You're not
going to be flashing these all around school, are you?"

   "Only if you fail the dare," I replied, "and you're not going to do
that, are you?"

   "Of course we're not," said Liz from beside me.

   "Go on, do the professional look," I said raising the phone.

   Alison tried but she still looked tense when I looked at the picture I'd
taken.

   "Try and relax a little," I said.

   She tried and the second picture was better.

   "Okay, now you can position your jacket like Elizabeth did." I glanced
to Liz next to me, "And you can take your jacket off."

   She glanced at my face once before stepping over to the chairs we'd
vacated and started removing her jacket.

   Alison was struggling to pin her jacket back because she was that bit
wider and her boobs were substantially larger.  Her tits were on display
and that was what we were after.

   "Just hold it there," I said, "That's good enough." I looked at the
little screen, "Bring your right arm across a little, that's it."

   I clicked the shutter and stared at the screen, she still looked nervous
but the picture was good enough to act as a forfeit.

   "Liz, go and help Alison take her jacket off," I grinned at the VP as
she strolled past me nonchalantly.  "I'll take a couple of pictures as you
do it."

   Liz stood behind Alison and lowered the poor girl's jacket from behind.
She couldn't decide whether to look down or stare at me as I took pictures
and that indecision looked so quaint on the little screen.

   "Dump her jacket somewhere and stand next to each other."

   I clicked another shot, "Now wrap your arms around each other," I said.

   Alison was still stiff but Liz seemed to be enjoying herself as she
wrapped both arms around the chunky woman.

   "Nice one," I called, "Now go tit to tit."

   After I said it I winced, boys call them tits, I'm not sure if girls
did.

   It didn't seem to matter as Liz man-handled Allison into position and
then moved forward until her nipples were touching Alison's boobs.

   "Look this way and smile," I called and waited until they'd complied.

   One last picture needed, "Alison," I called.

   Her eyes turned slowly towards me.

   "Kiss Elizabeth," I said.

   As slowly as she'd turned to face me she swivelled her head back towards
Liz.  Liz puckered up and waited, as did I.

   Slowly Alison rocked forward, her eyes closing as the distance between
their lips reduced, finally sealing shut as she made contact.

   Beautiful!

   "That should be enough," I declared snapping the two women apart.

   Alison shuddered and then looked at me, "I'd grab your jacket if I was
you," I said.

   That was enough to bring her back from wherever it was she'd drifted off
to.

   "You too, Liz," I said, popping the phone back into my pocket.

   I looked at my watch and was surprised at how much time had gone by.  "I
need to be getting back to class," I said.

   I headed towards the door and turned with my hand on the door handle.

   "The dare remains the same.  You're both to be bent over Elizabeth's
desk ready to receive a spanking whilst wearing a blindfold.  The forfeit
will see these pictures," I tapped my pocket for emphasis, "spread around
the school."

   "Okay?" I asked.

   Both women nodded and I grinned, "I'm sure we'll like the view when we
walk through this door tomorrow."

   Liz was the quickest, "We?" she asked.

   "That's right," I replied and then tried to look innocent.  "Didn't I
mention the fact that I'd be bringing a friend or two along to help?"

   The two of them looked shocked at my pronouncement.  "You can't expect
me to have the energy to give you both a proper spanking," I said shacking
my head sadly.

   I gave a wave and a cheeky grin as I called, "Bye," and closed the door
behind me.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 24

   The bell signalling the end of the school day sounded and I scooped the
books off the desk into my bag, Kirsty was waiting and there wasn't a
moment to lose.

   "Kevin, could I have a quick word before you go?"

   The last period had been computer science and the person calling my name
was 'Davie' Jones, the teacher.

   "Yes, Sir," I responded almost automatically.  I crossed the room to his
desk fastening my bag as I moved.

   "Kevin, the Principal has given permission, at last, for each year to
have a page on the website," began Mr.  Jones.  "As you're one of the best
in the class I'd like you to set it up."

   I frowned, that was a lot of work and to be honest I wasn't particularly
interested but I wasn't going to say so out loud.

   "It'll count as an extra credit on the course and hopefully you'll be
working with Jackie," he pressed on.

   Jackie was Jackelyn Zweig who really was a whiz kid on computers.  She
was also a founder member of Nerds Reunited and looked the part.  Slim to
the point of being skinny with dark, lank hair and black plastic glasses.
If I didn't know some of the websites she visited I'd have described her as
asexual but she wasn't.  She was just like I'd been a month ago, horny and
frustrated.

   I was running about fourth or fifth in the class purely on performance
but I could understand why Mr.  Jones didn't want to use the lads who were
ahead of me in the standings.  They were more likely to hack into the
system and leave some vulgar message for all to see than carry out the task
he wanted them to.  At least with Jackie and I the job would get done the
way he wanted.

   "I'd have had Jackie in here now and asked the two of you together but
she's off at the moment so I couldn't." He gave me a look that was
somewhere between hopeful and desperate.  "However I've been pushing for
this for over a year now and suddenly, I'm faced with getting the project
started."

   He took a deep breath, "If it goes wrong, whatever the reason, it will
put the mockers on several other computer projects I've got lined up."

   "They would be much more fun but they depend on the outcome of this
project." He looked me in the eye, "So, are you interested in helping?"

   Talk about laying it on thick.

   "What would you be looking for?" I asked.

   "I thought we'd try for the yearbook look to begin with but instead of
having a sentence from each student they could give as much, or as little
detail of their hobbies and interests as they like," he said.

   'Boring,' I thought and he must have picked up on it.

   "I know, not the most exciting thing in the world but we need to get it
past the Principal before we can go on to other, better things," explained
Mr.  Jones.

   I had the sudden image of applying pressure to Liz to get something a
little more daring past the censor but shook it off, that was a totally
different game and I really didn't want to go there.  Call me a coward if
you like but I looked on it as self-preservation.

   "I'll give you time in the lessons to plan and prepare but you'll have
to give up some of your own time to do the actual implementation," said Mr.
Jones when I didn't answer.

   Another bad point.

   "But if you do this, I'll pass you on the end of year exam." He grinned,
"we'll call this your revision time."

   Now that was definitely a good point, I didn't think I'd have any
problems with the exam but I would have to put the revision time in to be
certain.

   "Okay," I said, "I'll give it a go."

   "I'll clear it with Jackie and then the two of you can get together and
write out a plan of action."

   I nodded in agreement and headed for the door, a glance at my watch
revealed that I was almost certain to have missed Kirsty but I was going to
check before I headed home just in case.

   ---oOo--

   "Kirsty?" I asked tentatively.

   "Kevin, I missed you," replied Kirsty.

   Rosa and Kirsty sounded very similar over the phone and I didn't want to
go saying the wrong thing to the wrong woman, hence my caution.

   "Yeah, I got trapped by 'Davie' Jones," I said.  "He's got a computer
project he wants me involved in."

   "Oh, doing what?" asked Kirsty.

   "Setting up a web page for our year on the school's website," I
responded.  "He collared me as the lesson finished tonight."

   "Just you?" she asked.

   "Only me tonight," I answered, "but he's going to rope Jackie Zweig in
as well."

   "Jackie," said Kirsty and then there was silence.

   I felt my eyebrows rising as I wondered what I'd done wrong now.  Is
that a sign of a guilty conscience?

   "She's pretty," said Kirsty eventually and my frown deepened.

   "Pretty!  Where do you get that idea from?" I asked in surprise.

   "She's so slim," began Kirsty.

   "She's skinny," I interrupted, "and there's no shape to her at all. 
You're beautiful by anybody's standard.  By hers you're out of this world."

   "Uhmm," murmured Kirsty.  "So what did Ms.  Chandler say?"

   I blinked at the sudden change of subject.  My brain whirling as I
struggled to switch gears as quickly as Kirsty had done.

   "Ahhh, there's a slight variation on the plan," I said.

   "Variation?" demanded Kirsty.

   "Yes," I said, "It seems that she wasn't coming to see me about
herself."

   "Then who?" asked Kirsty.

   "Alison Fodder, her assistant."

   "What's she got to do with anything?"

   "It seems that she overheard Liz and I when we had our spanking
session," I replied sheepishly.

   "And?"

   "And now she wants to join in," I admitted.

   "She wants to be spanked?"

   "That's right," I replied somewhat surprised that Kirsty hadn't
suggested that Alison wanted to spank Liz.

   "What did you say?" asked Kirsty and I could almost hear her chuckling.

   "I made the two of them perform before accepting their request," I
replied.

   "What do you mean, perform?"

   It was my turn to chuckle, "I had them remove everything under their
jackets and ask me nicely to spank them."

   "And they did?"

   "Oh, yes," I declared.  "I even got Liz to give me her knickers as well.
I've been carrying them around in my blazer pocket all afternoon."

   "You didn't!" screeched Kirsty in my ear.

   "Uh huh," I replied and then I had a really silly idea.  "Do you want to
wear them tomorrow?"

   "I couldn't...!" said the voice in my ear, "Could I?"

   "It's up to you," I said, "but if you're still interested in spanking
Elizabeth you'll meet me outside her office at lunchtime."

   There was silence once more.

   "She went for it?" asked Kirsty softly.

   "The two of them did," I said.  "But I didn't tell them that I wouldn't
be alone until I was leaving." I sniggered, "Then I ran before they could
change their minds."

   "That's nasty," said Kirsty.

   "I could always call it off...."

   "Don't you dare!"

   "So you're up for it then?"

   "Dead right I am," replied Kirsty enthusiastically.

   "What about Natasha?  Won't she want to join us?" I asked.

   "She would but I don't think that's a good idea," said Kirsty.

   "You don't?"

   "Not really," said Kirsty sounding serious again.  "I'm not sure why, I
just don't think it would be a good idea if she was involved."

   "Then how do we avoid her?" I asked.

   How do you manage to sound shy over a phone?

   I don't know but Kirsty managed it, "We could, sort of hint, that we
were going to, you know, need some time together..." Her voice petered out.

   "As in...." I began.

   "Yes," she said before I could get any further.

   "Won't she want to know what you got up to?"

   Kirsty giggled, "Probably, but I'll leave her hanging.  She's done it to
me enough times."

   "Ohhh, revenge is it?"

   "You could put it that way," said Kirsty and then she giggled again. 
"It would be worse if I told her what I'm actually going to do, wouldn't
it?" she asked.  "Then she'd really be mad at us."

   We meandered through various things for the next twenty minutes before
we agreed to meet in the morning and brought the conversation to a close.

   ---oOo--

   Kirsty started laying it on a bit thick as soon as she got hold of me.
So much so that Natasha told us to get a room before we separated to go to
our registration rooms.  It was funny the way Kirsty poked her tongue out
at her friend before joining her.

   I slid into my room with an erection that was just managing to subside.

   "New girlfriend?" Jackie Zweig smiled at me as she asked.

   "Uhhh," I began intelligently, "Yeah."

   "So what's it like?" she asked.

   I looked at her in confusion.

   "Come on, Kevin, you're as much a nerd as I am and here you are seeing
one of the in-crowd," she said.  "How did you manage it?"

   I slumped down next to her, well away from my normal seat.  "Kirsty's
not really one of the in-crowd," I began, "though she should be." I
shrugged, "I guess I was lucky, you know, right place, right time." I
suppose that's one way of looking at being behind the shed when Kirsty and
Natasha had started playing games.

   "Where were you yesterday?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

   "Hospital," she replied, "for my annual check up."

   My confusion returned, "Annual check up?"

   "I was born with a heart condition," she said.  "A thing that's called
Tetralogy of Fallot."

   "Go on," I said, "enlighten me."

   "Tetralogy means four," she began, sounding like the nerd she was.  "In
my case it means four defects of the heart.  Fallot was the guy that named
it."

   I looked at her and waited for her to continue.  I'd known Jackie
vaguely for about five years and hadn't been aware that she'd had problems.

   "In simple terms the first problem is a narrowing of the pulmonary
valve, which restricts blood flow.  This is coupled with a hole between the
two lower chambers of the heart, the result of which is that oxygenated
blood doesn't always make it around the body." She grinned, "It's called
blue baby syndrome and when I was a babe in arms apparently I spent half my
time the same colour as a pair of jeans."

   "The third defect is called an overriding aorta.  Simply the aorta is
connected in two places instead of one.  The fourth problem is a result of
all the others and that's a thickening of the heart muscle due to the extra
work it needs to do."

   "Wow," I said.

   "Something like that," she agreed.  "Anyway, I had an operation to
correct all that before I was one and now I have to be inspected once a
year to make sure things are still working."

   "Does it cause problems?" I asked.

   "No, though it makes Mom nervous whenever I do anything energetic,"
replied Jackie with a smile.  "Her being over-protective is one of the
reasons I became such a bookworm."

   "Talking of bookworms and things," I said, "You need to see 'Davie'
Jones.  He's got a project he wants you to be involved with."

   Her face lit up, "What sort of project?"

   "School website," I replied.  "A page for our year.  It sounds pretty
boring," I admitted, "but it will count as extra credit and should lead on
to bigger and better things."

   "I'm free next period, I'll go and see him then," she said.  "I take it
he's asked you?"

   "Yeah, I don't think he trusts the other lads," I said.  "Let me know
what you think after you've spoken to him."

   "I will," she said.

   We fell silent then as the register was called.

   "Mr.  Hayles," called Mrs.  Slocomb when she'd finished with the
register, "this is for you." She held up a white envelope.

   For once my brain was ahead of the game, it had to be the key to
Elizabeth's office.  Unless they'd decided to call the whole thing off in
which case I had some pictures that would need circulating.

   No, not really.

   If they did call things off I'd print up a set of pictures and present
them to the two ladies involved.  It would remind them of their little
adventure if nothing else.

   I took the envelope and had a quick feel; there was something hard in
there.  I stuffed it in my pocket and headed for the door and my next
lesson, smiling at Jackie as I passed her.

   ---oOo--

   Whenever I've done something like this before, I've been buoyed up by
the sense of anticipation that builds within me as the time of the event
approaches.  For some reason I can't explain there was a sense of
trepidation this time.

   Stood outside the Vice Principal's office that feeling was there in
spades, my hands were a wee bit clammy and I was shuffling from one foot to
the other as I waited for Kirsty to arrive.

   Arrive she did, almost skipping towards me with a huge beaming smile
plastered across her face.

   Without hesitation she wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tight,
"I'm so looking forward to this," she hissed in my ear.

   "All of it?" I asked back after kissing her on the cheek.

   She nodded, her eyes shinning.

   "Then I suppose we'd better see if it's going to happen," I said
indicating the door.  "After you."

   Kirsty tapped gently on the door and waited a moment.  When there was no
reply she opened the door and pushed it slowly into the room.  Over her
shoulder I could see that the office was empty.

   Sighing Kirsty stepped through the door, I had a quick glance around to
see if anyone was watching us but the corridor was deserted.  Taking a deep
breath I followed Kirsty into the outer office and shut the door behind me.

   I took a quick look around the office and then pointed to where the
photocopier was positioned.  "Go over there," I instructed Kirsty.  "If
anyone comes in you can duck down behind those filing cabinets."

   Kirsty's smile was becoming a little strained though her eyes were still
filled with mischief as she moved to the spot I'd indicated.

   "You can leave your clothes behind there as well," I said.

   It looked like that was the first time that Kirsty had thought about
someone finding her clothes whilst she was playing.

   "See if any of the draws have room in them," I suggested.  "That might
be a better place for them than the floor."

   I rested on the edge of Alison's desk and watched Kirsty as she tried a
couple of the draws.  Surprisingly they weren't locked but all of the top
ones were pretty full.

   "This one's got some room," she said standing above an open draw.

   "It's up too you, now," I said.  "You can take your clothes off and
we'll carry on or you can leave." That wasn't strictly true, was it?  The
idea of taking her clothes off had been an idea I'd had to put her off. 
The women on the other side of the locked door, if they were there had no
idea about this clause and wouldn't have a say in it anyway.

   If Kirsty didn't take her clothes off, I could still let her come with
me for the spanking, only the two of us would know that she'd chickened
out.

   Kirsty fiddled with her jacket, looking everywhere but at me.

   "You need to get a move on," I pressed, "our lunch break isn't that
long."

   Kirsty stopped looking around and focused her attention on me, "You're
right," she declared and started removing her clothes.  There was nothing
provocative about the way she removed her clothes and carefully folded them
before putting them into the filing cabinet draw.  Nothing provocative in
her actions but it had me turned on and I couldn't take my eyes off her.

   She bent over from the waist to put the last item in the draw and looked
back at me, "Should I put my shoes back on?" she asked.

   "No," I replied without taking my eyes from her tight ass.

   Slowly she raised up and I began breathing again.

   I fought my own urges and managed to keep my eyes on her face, "When we
get in there you're to remain silent." I grinned.  They're going to be
wondering if I've come alone and then they're going to be tied in knots as
they try to figure out who you are.  If we can get out of there and they
still don't know you're a girl I'll be very happy."

   "Okay," said Kirsty.

   "Come on then," I responded and headed for the locked door, fishing the
key out of my pocket as I crossed the room.  At that stage the only thing
that I found surprising was that I had resisted dragging Kirsty to the
floor and having my wicked way with her.  Talk about being confused.

   ---oOo--

   I stuck my ear against the door for a second but couldn't hear anything
other than the pounding of my own heart.  Feeling rather sheepish I slipped
the key into the lock and turned it, it was one of those old style locks
and it sounded like I was opening the Tower of London as it unlatched.

   For some reason I cringed but Kirsty giggled, whether at the sound of
the key turning or the expression on my face I couldn't say.

   "Shhh!" I hissed before taking her hand.  I recovered the key from the
lock and slipped it into a pocket.  Smiling at Kirsty I reached for the
door handle and the start of my next great adventure.  Was I worried about
things going wrong, not really?  If they didn't want to play the door
wouldn't have been locked, would it?

   The door opened silently and revealed a wondrous sight, two pink
derrieres raised and naked waiting for our pleasure.

   Kirsty gasped and I squeezed her hand, raising a finger to my lips as a
reminder that she had to be quiet.  She nodded and I smiled before leading
her into the office, pausing just long enough to fish the key out of my
pocket and relock the door.  I dropped the key into my pocket once more,
convinced that I wouldn't need it for some time now.

   "Well, well, well, what do we have here?" I said as the two of us
approached the waiting women.  "Can it be a couple of naughty little girls
awaiting punishment for some misdeed?

   One of the women groaned, I couldn't see which one and I don't suppose
it really mattered.

   I released Kirsty's hand and then placed a palm on each of the raised
asses, "Decisions, decisions," I intoned, "Whom do I punish first?"

   Alison was under my right hand and Liz was keeping my left warm, "Maybe
both should be done at the same time, but that would mean I needed help,
wouldn't it?"

   Kirsty was waving at me so I stepped back and frowned at her, she
pointed to a small side table and I followed her gesture.

   "Ohh!" I exclaimed, "Toys."

   Laid out on the table was a row of torture implements.  That's a good a
description as any for a light cane, a well-worn tennis-shoe, a heavier
cane and Elizabeth's pickleball bat.

   "Do you expect me to use all of these?" I asked.  I refrained from
smacking my head as I'd completely forgotten to bring anything with me.

   Alison answered, "Please," and Liz just groaned, the same sound I'd
heard a minute ago.

   I picked up the light cane and swung it through the air a couple of
times, it made an interesting whistling sound but it required a lot of
effort to get it to sing.  I tapped it down on the surface of the desk and
it lacked a heavy thump.

   I passed it to Kirsty, "I wonder if I can swing that with one hand and
manage something else with my free hand?"

   I picked up the sports shoe and gesticulated at Kirsty to get her to
swing the cane through the air.  As she started to do my bidding I slapped
the shoe down on the desk, the other items there jumped up and clattered
back down.

   "Uhmm, seems that I can but I'm not sure how good my co-ordination is."
I held out my hand and Kirsty handed me back the cane.  "Let's give it a
try."

   I stepped between the two women and tried to swing the two instruments
gently at the quivering asses, it wasn't very successful in either case.

   "No, I really don't think that is going to work," I said, "Looks like I
really do need some help."

   I grinned like a man possessed and handed the light cane to Kirsty and
pointed towards Elizabeth's raised ass.  I swapped the shoe for the heavier
cane and got into position to see to Alison's arse.

   "Are you ready?" I asked and received a grunt from Alison and a soft
"Yes'" from Liz.

   "Then I'll begin," I intoned and from a distance of about six inches I
tapped Alison's butt.  Across the desk Kirsty did the same to Elizabeth.

   Elizabeth remained silent but Alison let out an "ohhh."

   Eyeing Kirsty I drew the cane back to the same position and tapped it
forward again.  Kirsty mirrored my actions and this time Liz added an
"Ahhh," of response.

   "This seems to be working," I said and carried through with a third tap,
opposite me Kirsty continued to mirror my actions.  I suppressed a chuckle
as I considered how we were doing things.  Both Kirsty and I are
right-handed so I was using a backhanded shot to hit Alison whilst Kirsty
was on the forehand.  That put the two of us on the outside of our victim's
raised bums.  A fact that would have indicated that there had to be two of
us administering the punishment if the recipients had been in any position
to detect us.

   I adjusted my point of aim steadily so that I worked over both of
Alison's plump cheeks, keeping up a steady and reasonably gentle pace.

   As the ass before me grew pink I began to draw the cane further back,
letting it strike a little bit harder.  Nothing brutal or even flamboyant,
just a steady tap, tap, tap that had Alison cooing.

   Across the table Liz was squirming from side to side, making Kirsty's
job a little bit harder.

   I caught Kirsty's eye and held up my hand to stop her.  She frowned but
did as I asked.

   "So is this what we are here for?" I asked.

   "Yes, Sir," replied Liz immediately.

   Alongside her Alison hummed for a moment, "It's not as, uhmm, painful as
I thought it was going to be," she admitted.

   "Ahhh, that's because we haven't really got going yet," I replied.

   "Ohhh!"

   "We'll see how you feel after another dozen stokes or so," I said before
nodding to Kirsty to begin again.

   The next dozen shots were going to be at a slower rate but firmer as
Alison was quick to testify after I landed the first one.

   "Oh, ahhh, oh," she moaned but she held her position as I withdrew the
cane.

   Kirsty sniggered and I gave her a warning look, neither of the women
across the desk reacted so it appeared that they hadn't heard Kirsty's
outburst.

   Thwack, pause, thwack, pause went the cane as I worked my arm and
Alison's ass.  Watching the ripples spread from each impact was fascinating
as was the way that Kirsty was growing a flush as she laid into Elizabeth.

   The twelfth shot landed with a resounding crack and I rested the cane on
the desk alongside Alison.  "Is this more like what you were expecting?" I
asked leaning in.

   "Yes, Sir," she responded mimicking Elizabeth's earlier response.

   "And should I continue?"

   "Ohh yes," she responded wiggling her ass beside me.

   "And you, Elizabeth, do you wish to continue?"

   She raised her head off her arms and faced towards me, "Yes, Sir," she
responded before dropping her head back onto her arms.

   "Harder then," I said and stepped back into position.

   ---oOo--

   I raised the tempo and the strength of the blows I was landing, Kirsty
matched me blow for blow before I called another halt.  I'd been struck by
the thought that the two different canes would be having a different affect
and I wanted to see what that difference was.

   I handed my cane to Kirsty and took hers from her.

   I nodded my head for a count of three and without a word we continued
the spanking.  The thin cane I was now wielding had a totally different
feel to it, the impacts seemed sharper somehow and the first stroke
elicited a sharp, "Ahhh," from Alison.

   I counted twenty and called another halt, my arm aching and Alison's ass
had changed from pink to a red colour.  Without much in the way of thought
I placed my open palm on her ass and gently slid it over the red area.

   It was warm to the touch but surprisingly her ass pressed back against
my hand as it moved it around.

   Across the desk Kirsty eyed me nervously for a moment and then moved her
hand forward and laid it on Elizabeth's posterior.  Her fingers flexed and
her hand jumped an inch or two away from the contact before moving back and
cautiously copied my movements.

   I gave a gentle squeeze and was rewarded with a sigh; Kirsty ran her
hand up and down the crack in Elizabeth's ass and got a similar
accompaniment.

   "Time for a change," I announced, "Now who's going to get the bat and
who's getting the shoe?"

   Kirsty pointed to the shoe after I'd collected them and I handed it over
to her.

   I was familiar with Elizabeth's pickleball bat, it was a heavy weapon
for such a delicate task and the noise it made on contact was awesome.

   I nodded at Kirsty once more and we let fly.

   Swat!

   I sucked in my breath as the bat squidged the delicate surface of
Alison's derriere.  She in contrast whooshed as the air shot out of her
lungs.

   I paused, kind of expecting her to moan or complain; instead she pushed
her arse back and up inviting more.  Across the desk I could see a red shoe
shaped mark on Lizzie's ass but she'd raised hers too, ready for the next
strike.

   I looked at Kirsty questioningly but she seemed no better than the two
women did, her eyes had a wild look to them and her nipples, which I'd
somehow, managed to ignore until now were raised and looked like they were
throbbing.  Her mouth hung open and she was sucking air in at a prodigious
rate.

   "Six more," I announced.  "Count them!"

   Thwack!

   "One," called Elizabeth loudly as Alison managed a grunt.

   Thwack!

   "Two," the women chorused together.

   Thwack!

   "Three," they called, Alison's voice rising in pitch.

   Thwack!

   "Four!"

   Thwack!

   "Five!" hissed Elizabeth.  Alison's voice was almost a scream but I
didn't care.

   Thwack!

   "Six!"

   Elizabeth dropped to the desk and Kirsty moved forward, her hand
stroking the bright red arse she'd created.

   Alison's ass was still dancing, almost as though it was looking for
more.

   "Please," she begged turning her blinkered eyes towards me.  "Just one
more."

   I remembered how Liz had been that first time and smiled drawing back my
arm.

   "Just for you," I said and hit her as hard as I could with the flat of
the bat.

   Splat!

   Everything rippled, her ass, her legs, and even my arm after the blow.
Alison whined, a sound that started low and rose in pitch until it was a
scream but not of pain.  Kirsty looked across the desk wide-eyed as Alison
rose up panting, her chest heaved under her blouse and her mouth hung open.

   Like jelly she flopped back down and I stepped forward to hold her on
the desk, as she seemed boneless.

   "Kevin..." began Liz.

   "It's all right," I said, "Alison seems to have fainted is all."

   "Ohhh," responded Liz as Kirsty started stroking her reassuringly.

   I held Alison in position as her breathing slowly returned to normal.

   "Ohh," she moaned and reached for the sleep mask she was using as a
blindfold.

   "Oh no," I said, "leave it there for now."

   Alison relaxed onto the desk, "Thank you," she said softly.

   I chuckled, "I take it that you got what you were looking for?"

   "Much more than that," replied Alison.

   "Good.  Just stay there for a moment and we'll see what we can come up
with next."

   I stood up and glanced across the desk, asking "What about you Liz, did
you get what you were looking for?"

   Across the desk Liz was ridged, her head was clear of the desk and her
back was straight.  Behind her Kirsty had a peculiar look on her face and
she was concentrating on whatever she was doing.

   Silently I moved away from Alison and towards Kirsty.

   'Oh my God!'

   Kirsty was playing with Liz, here fingers were wriggling and wiggling in
the woman's sex as she lay there.

   I swallowed, "Kirsty," I called softly but both of them ignored me.

   Kirsty started to pump her arm, her fingers spearing into Elizabeth's
pussy.  As I watched Kirsty's fingers began to glisten as juice flowed
freely out of Elizabeth.

   I started to pant in sympathy, I couldn't take my eyes from the scene it
was so arousing.

   I jumped when Elizabeth snorted, "Deeper," she added.

   Kirsty dropped to her knees and started thrusting; it looked like her
whole hand was pummelling Elizabeth's delicate lips.

   "Now, now, now, Noooowwwww," screamed Liz.

   Kirsty's hand stopped moving as Liz dropped to the desk; the tickle of
juice became a flood that ran down her legs and along Kirsty's arm.

   Wide-eyed Kirsty turned her gaze to me and bit her lip.

   I lifted my finger to my lips for silence and smiled.  "Did you enjoy
that, Liz?" I asked once everything calmed down.

   "You better believe it," she responded breathlessly.

   I glanced at Kirsty who still looked a little shocked.  I raised an
eyebrow and she nodded a little jerkily.

   Well that was something we could talk about later, I thought.

   ---oOo--

   I pointed to the cluster of comfortable chairs and made a walking
gesture with my fingers.  Kirsty blinked a couple of times and then rose to
her feet and made her way there.

   "Ladies," I called once Kirsty was out of the way.  "Let's make
ourselves comfortable.  No, leave the blindfolds on.  We don't want to be
that comfortable."

   I stepped between them and placed a hand in the small of the back on
each of them, "Stand up."

   I could almost hear the joints creak as they rose to their feet a little
wobbly, "Turn around."

   I slipped an arm under through each woman's, "We are going to cross to
the comfy seats," I explained.  "There's nothing between us and them so
we'll walk slowly."

   I stepped forward, gently urging the two women to stay with me.  I was
bumped and twisted as they moved at different speeds but I got them across
the room without any mishaps.

   "Stop."

   "OK, Alison, let's get you seated," I said and eased the big woman
forward until she was in front of one of the seats.  "Turn around and sit
down."

   Alison did as she was told, reaching back cautiously until she found the
arms of the chair.

   "Your turn, Liz," I said taking the vice principal's arm.  One pace and
we were in position; I turned her round and placed my hands on her
shoulders.  "Sit."

   I crossed the short distance to the last free chair and dropped into it,
taking a deep breath I looked inward and tried to calm my nerves.  After
what had just happened I was excited.  Try telling me you wouldn't be and
I'll call you a liar.  What Kirsty had done to Elizabeth was well beyond
what I'd been expecting and opened up an endless field of possibilities.

   Possibilities that I tried to put aside for now as I needed to bring
this session to a close, hopefully in such a way that we could do something
similar again.

   "Ladies, I hope that you've enjoyed what we've been through," I began
and watched as Alison fidgeted in her seat, "even if it has left you
feeling a little sore."

   I continued, "If that is really the case then I'd like to propose that
we consider doing it again in the not to distant future." I paused, "So
what do you think?"

   Alison didn't hesitate, "Yes," she declared.

   Elizabeth was a little more reticent, "I'm not so sure," she began. 
"Not so much about doing things, that I'll happily do.  It's the location
that I'm not happy with."

   "School?" I asked.

   "It's too dangerous to do things here," said Elizabeth.  "I'm surprised
that people haven't been pounding on the door after all the noise we made."

   She did have a point there but half the excitement was because we were
doing things in a place we shouldn't.

   "So you'd be happy to continue, just not here?" I asked.

   "Yes," she replied simply.

   I turned to Alison, "Alison, would you be happy to do things other than
in school?"

   "I couldn't do them at home," said Alison, "but somewhere else," she
shrugged.  "It might not be as exciting as doing things here but, yes, I'd
like to continue."

   "Okay," I responded, "I will see what I can come up with and let you
know."

   I know, I was doing this all wrong.  Having this conversation now when
they were still on a high was taking advantage of them and if the same
questions were asked in an hour or two, after they'd calmed down I'd have
received totally different answers.

   What do you think I am, stupid?

   I wanted them to say yes and this was one way of achieving that.  Yes, I
could have used the pictures to blackmail them but that wasn't how I wanted
to work.  Whether that would have held true if they'd refused to continue
was something I didn't want to think about.

   I fished out the key and held it up so Kirsty could see it and then
tilted my head in the direction of the door.  Silently she took the key and
crossed to the door, the sound of the key entering the lock caused
Elizabeth to glance in that direction.

   "I'll be going now," I said getting noisily to my feet.  "I'd get
dressed before you leave this office if I was you."

   On an impulse I leant forward and kissed Liz on the cheek followed by
Alison.  "Thank you," I said softly before walking away briskly.

   Kirsty opened the door and passed through it before I got there and I
looked back once before leaving the office and closing the door.

   Kirsty giggled as she disappeared behind the filing cabinets to retrieve
her clothes, "That was such a buzz," she declared.

   "It was fun," I agreed and carefully repositioned my dick whilst Kirsty
couldn't see me.

   "Hurry up," I called, "or we'll be late back to class."

   "I'm coming," she replied and I could only wish that that was true.

   Slipping into the corridor I remembered the sense of trepidation I'd
been feeling all morning.  It looks like it was unfounded, something I'm
truly happy about.

   ---oOo--

   Chapter 25

   Kirsty pushed the front door of her home open and dragged me across the
threshold into the hallway.

   "Mom, we're back," she yelled casually throwing her school bag to one
side.

   "We're in the front room," the sound of Rosa's voice wafted through the
house.  Kirsty scowled theatrically as she heard her mother's reply casting
her eyes to the ceiling as she did so.

   "I so wanted them to be out," she said quietly whilst giving me a
lopsided grin.

   "I wouldn't have objected if they weren't here," I said wiggling my
eyebrows in response.

   Kirsty giggled before pulling me towards the open door that led into the
front room.

   The two of us hadn't had much of a chance to discuss what we had done
during the lunchtime with Liz and Alison.  We'd only just made it back to
lessons on time as it was.  During the afternoon break Natasha had been
hanging around with us and on the journey home her mother Helen joined her.
We had lots to talk about but it wasn't what had happened at lunchtime.  We
took enough stick from Natasha for disappearing as it was though I think
there was a hint of jealousy in the way she was carrying on.

   As it was, we were totally full of whatever it was that made this sort
of thing exciting, endorphins or adrenaline or something.  Whatever it was,
the two of us were bouncing around like the energiser bunny on speed.

   Rosa was quick to pick up on it, asking before we'd even reached a
chair. "What's up with you two?" she said favouring us with a frown.

   "Nothing!" replied Kirsty too quickly to be believed.

   Rosa cocked her head to one side, "Is this nothing going to get you in
trouble, young lady?" she asked.

   "No!"

   I chuckled, I couldn't help it but it had the effect of drawing Rosa's
attention.  Her gaze swung to me like gun turret, "And what is so funny?"
she asked.

   "Kirsty had a bit of fun at lunchtime and she's still excited about it
and, no, it isn't going to get her in trouble," I hope, I added silently.
"However it isn't something she's going to want to talk about with her
mother."

   "You haven't..." piped up Ana from the settee.

   I swung my attention to her and frowned, "No, we haven't," I said
stiffly, "and if we had it would be no concern of yours."

   "Kevin..." said Rosa stepping forward and placing her hand on my arm.

   "Sorry," I said to Ana and I might even have meant it.  "But that's by
the by, more importantly what are you two going to be doing before Ana
heads home?"

   Rosa looked from me to the seated Ana and back again, taking her time to
absorb the change of subject and the clear indication that the earlier
subject was dropped.

   "Do you have something in mind?" she asked suspiciously.

   "Not really," I replied.  "I just wondered if you'd had any thoughts on
how to entertain your guest."

   Rosa shook her head and Ana mimiced the gesture.

   "Well, what would you like to do?" asked Kirsty into the suddenly
growing silence.

   "Another dare...," said Ana softly before lowering her eyes.

   Kirsty snorted, "Do you have time for one?"

   "I don't know," replied the aunt.  "What do you think, Kevin?"

   "Well, I've an idea but I don't know how successful it would be..." my
voice fell silent and I glanced around the women.  "Want to hear it?"

   ---oOo--

   I crossed the room and sank into one of the vacant armchairs.  Kirsty
smiled and landed on my lap with a bit of a bump, she then proceeded to
make herself comfortable and me uncomfortable whilst smiling across the
room at her mother and her aunt.

   "Behave," I hissed in her ear and waited for her to settle down.

   "I was having a look through my mum's collection of Mills and Boon
stories the other day, just reading the bumf on the back of each book that
gives you an outline of the story," I began.  "I started to notice a trend
where the heroine is abducted and secured in some way, often in a place of
peril before the hero turns up and saves her from a fate worse than death."

   I chuckled, "Though it did seem that some of the heroines would have
preferred that outcome."

   "Anyway," I continued when no one else laughed.  "I got this idea that
maybe you ladies would like to be abducted and secured somewhere."

   "I don't know," said Rosa.  "Isn't that a little bit, you know, risky."

   "It would depend on how it was set up," I said.  "What I envisaged was
placing a blindfold on you and taking you somewhere and tying you to a
pillar or a tree and then leaving you there to see what developed.  I'd be
around about in case things got out of hand but you'd be pretty much on
your own."

   "How would that be exciting?" asked Ana.

   "Imagine you're tied to a tree with your hands raised above your head,
your blouse is opened to the waist displaying your ample charms, your eyes
are covered by a blindfold and you have no idea who can see you or what is
going on around you." I smiled both Rosa and Ana had a faraway look in
their eyes as their imaginations supplied the pictures to go with my words.
"There may be no one in sight or you could be on view to a whole football
crowd who want nothing more than to get their hands on you."

   "You're defenceless and at the mercy of whoever finds you," I continued
softly.  "You stand there listening for the slightest sound that'll tell
you what is going on.  The breeze passes over your exposed flesh, the smell
of freshly mown grass tickles your nostrils, in the distance you can hear
birds singing."

   I hugged Kirsty to me as she looked at me with bright eyes.

   "You hear a sound!  Is it your captor coming to release you," I said,
"Or is it a monster coming to make free with your restrained body.  There's
a pause, followed by a sharp intake of breath and then the sounds get
closer."

   I looked from Ana to Rosa and they appeared almost identical, their eyes
glazed and their jaws hanging slightly open.  Even through the tops they
were wearing I could see signs that their nipples were erect.

   "Should you scream?"

   Ana gasped, her head shaking from side to side and I looked at Kirsty
questioningly.  She made a start up gesture with her finger so I licked my
lips and continued.

   "Would struggling help, or would it just tighten the bonds and expose
more of your body to whoever was approaching?"

   Kirsty started to wiggle in my lap again and it was most distracting.

   "So," I said firmly.  "What's it to be, a struggle or acceptance?"

   My tone shattered the ambience; the two women surfaced and gazed at me
blinking occasionally.

   I grinned, "I'd thought of a couple of places where you could be left,"
I said.  "Down by the canal is one but there are a lot of people who walk
along the towpath, taking their dogs or jogging at lunchtime.  The other
place is Victoria Park, I know a lot of it is frequented but there are
places that are relatively quiet." I turned my grin on Ana, "Note that I
said relatively quiet.  The whole park has people in it at some time or
other."

   "Are we going to do this?" asked the American aunt switching her look
from Rosa to me and then back again.

   Rosa looked at me her eyes questioning but I remained impassive, the
decision was theirs to make.

   ---oOo--

   Rosa nodded, "Yes," she said.

   "When?" asked Ana and I glanced at my watch.

   "Tonight," I declared.  "The park doesn't shut until the sun goes down
and we've got plenty of time to get prepared."

   "Prepared?" asked Ana.

   "We need blindfolds so you don't know where you are or who's watching,
then there's rope or handcuffs to secure you," I said ticking things off an
imaginary list.  "I need to get my cameras so I can record events and you
two need to get changed into something that fits the part."

   "What about me?" asked Kirsty.

   I pulled her against me and whispered in her ear, "Do you want to be
tied up or do you want to get a feel of Ana?"

   Kirsty's eyes looked huge from two inches away, here breathing rate
rocketed and she swallowed a couple of times before she could answer.

   "Would you spank me, you know, like we did earlier?"

   "Not this time," I said softly but I made a mental note to add it to my
'to do' list for Kirsty.

   "Then I'll join you," said Kirsty simply.

   I nodded agreement and turned back to the women, "You are to walk
through the main gates at seven o'clock tonight wearing a white blouse and
skirt.  Head for the back of the park alongside the old green pavilion," I
chuckled, "No doubt such good looking women as you two will attract the
sort of attention you're looking for around there."

   "What sort of skirt?" asked Rosa.

   "Something that can be pulled down easily," I responded, "and don't
bother with underwear, I'd just have to cut it off."

   Rosa nodded, as Ana looked at me wide-eyed.

   "Do you have a problem?" I asked staring at her.

   She shook her head, "Not a problem," she managed to say, "but, well, I,
uhmmm..."

   "Is something bothering you then?" I asked.

   "Do we have to wait that long?" she asked in a rush.

   "Yes," I said and then tapped Kirsty on the shoulder.  "Come on, we need
to get things ready for our little game."

   Kirsty was beaming as she slid off my lap, I gave her bum a squeeze and
she squealed, "You!"

   "Hopefully it'll be us you meet in the park," I said as I guided Kirsty
towards the hallway.

   Rosa stopped me as we reached the front door, "Kevin, I nearly forgot,"
she said.  "Nicole left a message."

   "She did?"

   Rosa nodded, "She said that she'd done as you said and it was a rush."
Rosa smiled, "She said to tell you that if you'd like to play again you
know where she works."

   I nodded but refrained from saying anything.  If I'd opened my mouth I'd
have probably put my foot in it with Kirsty.

   Rosa looked from me to Kirsty and shook her head before heading back to
the front room.

   Kirsty jumped into my arms, "What are you planning?" she asked.

   "Can you call Natasha and get her to arrive at the park after your mum?"

   "Why?" she asked frowning.

   "You and I will grab the two of them and fasten them to a tree and then
tell them we are going for a walk," I explained.  "They'll be expecting us
to do something so when they hear someone approaching they'll think it's us
coming back.  Natasha can have a quick fondle of them as they're tied to a
tree and then we can come back, frightening her off.  They'll wonder who it
was who was touching them up and we can say that we didn't see anyone."

   Kirsty grinned, "Oh, you're evil," she said.  "Just Natasha or should I
ask if Helen wants to join us as well."

   "That's up to you," I said.  "I've got to find some rope and get my
cameras before we can do anything.  I'll ask mum if I can borrow her car.
If I can I'll pick you up at about half six, OK?"

   Kirsty nodded and then pulled me to her for a kiss goodbye.

   Uhmmmm, that was nice.

   ---oOo--

   The two women sauntered along the path giggling to each other, their
hair falling free and blowing in the wind.  With each step they took their
unfettered breasts undulated under the plain white blouses they wore. 
Although they sounded happy they kept looking around nervously as they
approached my hiding place.

   I smiled as I took in the reactions of the other park users to the
beautiful women walking in there midst.  The men predominantly took a
second look; those who were unaccompanied allowing their gaze to linger on
the skirt clad posteriors of the women.  Those with wives or girlfriends
along were more circumspect, their eyes looking one way as their heads
continued to point ahead.

   The women gave a mixed reaction to the presence of my girls.  Mostly it
was negative and more than one man had his ribs bruised by a vicious elbow.
Occasionally a woman would smile, often after a glance down to see how she
compared before she would continue on her way, her head held high and her
hips swinging just a little more freely.

   I stood perfectly still as the two women passed within three feet of me
without seeing me in the shadow between two trees.  Ahead of them a girl
stepped out onto the path they were following, with their attention focused
I slipped onto the path behind them.

   I dropped my voice as low as I could manage.  "Don't move and you won't
get hurt."

   The two women froze momentarily and then one of them started to turn.

   I prodded her with the stick I'd picked up, "I said don't move, do that
again and you'll feel the full force of this," I tapped her arse, using my
stick as though it was a cane.

   Kirsty walked towards us, a smile on her lips and blindfolds hanging
from her hands.

   As my girlfriend slipped the mask over her aunt's eyes I spoke softly,
"If you keep the noise down, your sluttie bodies are going to be felt up by
the two of us."

   Kirsty moved across to her mother and I continued the description of
what might happen if they made a noise.  "However if you kick up a fuss
you'll attract attention.  Now you may be lucky and whoever finds you may
simply let you go, then again they could bring every bloke in the park over
to have a play before they decide that you're finished with."

   I managed a cackle that would have done a Hammer Horror movies actor
proud.  "It's your choice, my darlings, your choice."

   Kirsty finished fitting the blindfolds and joined me behind the adults
and gave me a hug.

   "Walk slowly and move over to the right," I ordered.

   Slowly our strange looking group moved through the surrounding foliage,
the evergreen bushes keeping things dark and cool.  Kirsty and I had had
just enough time to pick out the trees we intended to use and position the
cameras in front of them before we'd had to get into position to collect
our victims.

   Now we proceeded to secure them to those trees with the minimum of
talking, as I'd explained to Kirsty a few minutes ago, the idea was to get
their imaginations working as quickly as possible.

   Rosa had to stretch to reach the broken branch over which I secured the
set of plastic handcuffs I'd had for years.  I frowned as I checked the
position she was in, it didn't seem comfortable, and the branch was just a
little too high for her to reach without struggling.

   "We're going to have to move you," I said giving her ass cheek a
squeeze.

   She shook her head negatively.  "Let me try something," she replied and
then backed up to the tree, her heels rising onto a protruding root.  It
was only made a couple of inches of difference but the strain was removed
from her arms in that position.

   I whispered into Rosa's ear, "Are you going to be able to hold that
position?"

   "Yes," she replied simply.

   I shrugged, I didn't think she would but we weren't going to be that far
away and if she got into difficulties we could sort things out before any
serious damage was done.

   Kirsty had finished securing Ana and I was impressed, her arms hadn't
been raised as high as Rosa's but they were pulled back further using my
mum's old washing line.  Ana's more than adequate bust was thrust forward
straining the buttons on her blouse to the limit.

   I stepped back and Kirsty joined me in inspecting our victims, "You
know, they're pretty impressive for a couple of mature women." I squeezed
Kirsty and whispered, "but they're not a pretty as you."

   Kirsty gave me a hug and buried her head in my neck.

   "Still, I think they'd look better if all of their charms were on
display, don't you?" I asked and Kirsty giggled.

   "Oh, yes," she replied.

   I stepped up close to Rosa and ran my fingers over her blouse carefully
steering clear of her nipples.  As my fingers reached the top button I
flicked it open and let my fingers continue travelling.

   Kirsty wasn't being so cautious with her hands, running them forcefully
across her aunt's tits before letting them drop under their own weight. 
Under my fingers Rosa was panting and when my fingers touched flesh rather
than material she let out a low moan.

   "You really are a naughty girl," I said softly after a louder than usual
groan.  "If I didn't know any better I'd swear you sounded like a bitch in
heat."

   Rosa froze, the rise and fall of her chest stopped, her mouth open in a
perfect circle.  I dragged her blouse open, the nails of my fingers
scratching across her stiff nipples for the first time.

   "Ughh," she grunted and sagged, her whole weight dropping onto her
wrists.  I was tempted to take some of her weight but she recovered quickly
and lifted her arms a touch.

   Slap!

   I spun at the sound of flesh striking flesh and caught the end of
Kirsty's swipe across her aunt's exposed chest.  Each of the massive boobs
was rocking from side to side, a red handprint forming on the one nearest
me as I watched.

   Kirsty reversed her swing and her fingers slammed into the unmarked tit
as it wobbled on Ana's chest.

   Kirsty looked at me and mouthed, "She wants it."

   I looked at her wide-eyed, "Really?" I mouthed in return.

   Kirsty nodded.

   "Swap," I ordered and moved to replace Kirsty before her aunt.  Kirsty
didn't look too pleased but I needed to see if this was for real.  I took a
deep breath to calm down and lowered my voice again, "Like having your tits
slapped around, do you?"

   "Oh, yes," panted Ana, agreeing with Kirsty to my surprise.  I glanced
across at Kirsty who had an 'I told you so' look on her face.  I shrugged
and mouthed, "Sorry."

   "Lets get these skirts off," I said loud enough for Kirsty and Rosa to
hear, "and maybe then we can find a stick big enough to beat you with."

   I heard Rosa gasp and Ana simply sighed at my words.  Kirsty didn't
waste time.  She reached for the waistband of her mother's skirt and pushed
the whole thing downwards.

   I slipped my fingers between the waistband of Ana's skirt and her flesh
and pulled it forward, followed by moving it down.  With the material
trapped by my wrist I allowed myself to enjoy the feel of her flesh as I
slipped my hands around her waist and eased the skirt over her ass before
allowing it to drop to her ankles.

   "Lift a leg," I order taking hold of the skirt and easing free, "now the
other," and there I was with a skirt in my hand.

   I looked Ana over and was back to being impressed with the body she had,
large and reasonably firm tits held high on her chest, the rest of her body
was firm without being hard.  In front of the other tree was her sister
with a body equally as delicious.  As I looked over the women Kirsty
recovered the stick I'd used to guide the women here and handed it to me.

   "Do you think I should?" I asked softly, "It wasn't part of the plan."

   "No it wasn't," agreed Kirsty, "but I'd want it and so does she." Her
deep dark eyes conveyed a meaning that passed me by, though the fact that
she wanted, and was willing to take a beating from me didn't.

   "What about your mom, does she want to be slapped around a little as
well?" I asked.

   "I don't know," said Kirsty matter-of-factly, "but I'll ask her while
you give Ana half a dozen strokes and let you know."

   I shuddered at Kirsty's words and I'm not sure if it was from fear or
expectation.

   ---oOo--

   I flicked the stick up under Ana's tit and watched as it bounced, there
was no force behind the shot but Ana responded as though she been hammered.

   Her body rocked from side to side, she went up on tiptoe and then
relaxed, her mouth hanging open.

   "Do you still want me to continue?" I asked uncertainly.

   "Yes," she responded.

   I hit her other tit from underneath, a little harder; her response was
the same.

   "When you want me to stop just say so," I said and then aimed a blow at
her thigh.

   Her body swung to the side away from the blow but she didn't ask me to
stop.  I took a look at the boob nearest me and although I could make out
where Kirsty had hit her by the pinkness there I couldn't see anything from
where the stick had struck.

   I laid a shot across the front of both tits, trying to hit the two
nipples.  I didn't really come close to achieving that, the red line was
above the nearest nipple and below the far one.  I shrugged in
disappointment and then moved so that I could hit Ana's far hip.

   I laid that one on a little harder than anything I'd done so far and Ana
snorted in response but there was no sign of her asking me to stop.  I
glanced over at Kirsty and discovered that she had one of her mother's
nipples between her fingers and was pinching it.

   I kept an eye on the pair as I dropped the stick down onto the tops of
Ana's tits, jerking her body down against the rope securing her.  As the
blow landed Kirsty pinched Rosa's nipples hard and then released them.

   I inclined my head towards Rosa when Kirsty looked at me and held up the
stick.

   She nodded in reply and stepped away from her mother.

   I took a step or two towards the bound woman but I couldn't do it. 
Beating Rosa didn't seem right even if she wanted it and Kirsty was there
to keep an eye on me.  I've no idea what the difference was between beating
Ana and beating Rosa but I wasn't going to do it.

   I smiled as I handed the cane to Kirsty, "You do it," I said, "You know
you want to?"

   She glanced at her mother and then at her aunt, "Okay," she replied.

   It was pretty clear that the idea of beating the crap out of Ana
appealed a lot more than laying the cane on her mother did.

   As Kirsty started to circle her mother I went back to Ana and slipped
around the back of the tree.  It was about six inches in diameter and my
arms were just long enough to reach around and get hold of her tits.  I
took a firm grip and whispered into her ear, "If you listen carefully
you'll hear the sound of Rosa being whipped."

   I held my breath as Kirsty let fly at Rosa's stomach, the sound carried
clearly to the two of us as did the gasp that followed it.  I pinched Ana's
nipples in the same way that Kirsty had attacked Rosa's and asked, "Nice?"

   "Oh God, yes," hissed Ana.

   Kirsty worked all around her mother taking her time between strikes, I
didn't count them, as I was too preoccupied playing with and teasing Ana.

   Ana was writhing against my hands and the rope and it was getting a bit
much, if I carried on I was going to do something stupid - like come in my
pants - so I called a halt, "That's enough, Kirsty."

   My girlfriend slowly turned to look at me and then back to her mother.
The woman's body was covered in faint pink lines, none of them looked
particularly brutal but there did seem to be a lot of them.

   Kirsty crossed to me in a daze, the switch we'd used dangling from her
hand.

   "Are you okay?" I asked after she'd stood there silently for a minute or
more.

   She blinked and then nodded, a small smile gracing her lips.

   "I think it's time for us to go and have a little fun," I said releasing
Ana.

   I grinned at Kirsty and raised my voice so it would carry to Rosa,
"Ladies, you need to relax now because you're going to be here for some
time.  Kirsty and I have some things to do before we can come back and
release you."

   I held out my hand to my girlfriend and she took it.  As we walked away
she bubbled up, "Oh, God, that sounded brill, they're going to be on
tenterhooks until we turn up."

   I steered us towards the back of the pavilion, "Don't forget, Helen and
Natasha are coming," I reminded her.

   She glanced at her watch.  "They should be here by now."

   I pulled her into my side.  "I hope so, then I can get to play with you
for a bit." Her only response was to giggle and cling to my arm.

   ---oOo--

   The two of us walked arm in arm around the pavilion and discovered Helen
and Natasha looking around a little nervously.

   "There you are," called Helen, as we appeared.  "I was beginning to
think you'd forgotten us."

   "How could I do a thing like that," I responded as we drew closer.

   I noticed that a couple of guys who'd been hovering around turned away.
"Were they bothering you?" I asked nodding towards the retreating figures.

   "No," said Helen shaking her head, "I think they just fancied their
chances."

   I chuckled.  "Well I can't fault them for taste," I said before turning
back the way we'd come.  "Come on, there are a couple of women waiting for
your attention."

   "What do you want us to do to them?" asked Natasha.

   "Anything you want," I replied, "the only proviso is that you have to be
totally silent and run off noisily when Kirsty and I reappear."

   "That's easy enough," said Natasha chuckling.

   Kirsty grinned wickedly, "We knew we had to keep it simple for you," she
said.

   "Oh, you bitch," responded Natasha, her giggle getting louder.

   "Well you are a blond," came back Kirsty putting her nose in the air and
looking superior.

   "I resemble that remark," said Helen and all four of us dissolved into
hysterics.

   "Shhhh," I hissed eventually, "They'll hear us."

   "Oh, all right," responded Natasha as she stifled her amusement.

   "Where will you be?" asked Helen.

   "We'll stay over here," I said waving off the path.  "We'll be able to
see you but should be far enough away so that Rosa and Ana can't hear us."

   Helen nodded, "Come on then, Nat, let's see what we can find in these
woods."

   I slipped my arm around Kirsty and pulled her off the path, moving so
that I could follow the progress of Helen and Natasha.  "This should be fun
to watch."

   Kirsty giggled softly, "You know, you've got an evil mind."

   "And don't you just love it," I responded.

   "Yes," replied Kirsty before kissing me on the cheek.

   Kirsty and I found a spot about fifteen metres from the bound women,
close enough to see what was going on without having to worry about them
hearing us provided we showed a little restraint.  Helen and Natasha didn't
hesitate, they made straight for the two victims, scuffing their feet and
going out of their way to brush past low branches.  In other words they
made enough noise so that Rosa and Ana could tell that someone was getting
closer without making any sounds that would identify them.

   Helen was the first to do something overt, reaching out and taking the
weight of one of Rosa's tits in her hand.  Rosa let out a gasp that I could
hear from where I was; hopefully it didn't carry past the screening bushes.

   Natasha smiled at her mother's actions and then mirrored them with Ana,
lifting her large breast a couple of centimetres and then dropping it.

   Kirsty snorted into my shoulder, her eyes sparkling as she watched
avidly.  I grinned in return.  It would have been nice to be doing the
touching up but this was almost as much fun.

   Helen slowly ran her hands over Rosa's exposed flesh sparing no part
that was available.  Helen dropped down and placed her hands on Rosa's feet
before rising slowly, trailing her fingertips along the soft flesh of the
bound woman's legs.  There was a momentary pause before she slipped a
finger along Rosa's slit, an action that elicited another gasp from the
quivering woman.

   As Natasha started to run her fingers through Ana's pubes I slipped my
hand inside Kirsty's blouse and cupped her boob, "Is this what you were
hoping for?"

   "This and more," she replied, hugging me tight.

   It quickly became a competition to see who could get their victim to
orgasm first, Natasha was frantic in her movements but what won it for
Helen was when she bent forward and chewed on Rosa's distended nipple.  The
sound of Rosa reaching a climax was enough to push Ana over the edge.

   I pinched Kirsty's nipple, "Come on, it's time to break up this party,"
I hissed.

   "Oi!" I called out and immediately held a finger in front of my lips.

   Helen and Natasha looked at me and after a brief hesitation nodded,
Helen stepped away but Natasha had to cop one last feel of Ana's tits
before she followed her mother.

   I walked forwards swinging my arms into any branches I could reach to
make noise, panting I reached Rosa and asked, "Are you all right?"

   "Oh, God," replied Rosa softly, "I thought it was you and I was enjoying
it so much..."

   "And," I prompted.

   "I'm a slut," she said and sobbed.

   "No you're not," I replied and looked across at Kirsty.  She was busy
with Ana and didn't notice me.

   Should I tell Rosa who it was?

   ---oOo--

   I should.  Rosa was too worried about who'd been touching her up to get
any enjoyment over what I was likely to be doing from here on.

   I took a deep breath to steady my nerves and stepped forward, "Rosa..."

   I sudden rustling made me turn and a golden Labrador pushed its way
through the thick green bushes that shielded us from the path.

   I froze but the dog didn't, with its tail wagging it approached the four
of us, its tongue hanging from the side of its mouth and its nose in the
air.

   I'll admit I didn't have a clue what to do and when the dog stuck its
nose up between Ana's legs I nearly burst out giggling.  She shrieked in a
quiet way, her body went stiff and tried to pull away from the dog's cold
nose.

   Kirsty clapped her hand over Ana's mouth to stop any more noises
escaping and I just stood there with my mouth hanging open.

   The dog looked around as though he was interested in our reaction and
then crossed the short distance to Rosa.  I tracked his movements but
couldn't raise a finger to stop him.  As he'd done with Ana he buried his
nose between Rosa's legs and elicited another gasp of surprise.  My brain
kicked out the fact that his nose must be really cold the way the girls had
jumped.

   Kirsty was struggling to keep her hand over Ana's mouth whilst giggling
fit to bust.  I just stood there in confusion; the dog had no such
problems.

   His tongue came out and swiped the full length of Rosa's sex and judging
by the way that she squirmed it wasn't a bad experience.  The dog's tongue
repeated the journey and my eyes were getting wider.  Rosa was enjoying the
experience but I doubt if she'd realised what was causing it.

   I sniggered, the spell holding me in position broken.  I stepped forward
to pull the dog away but I wasn't needed.

   As I reached for his collar a yell of "Buster, where are you boy?"
carried from beyond the trees.

   The dog twisted towards the sound and bounded away, his tail wagging
happily and a trail of saliva dancing in the wind as he departed.

   I looked across at Kirsty and she was holding her sides as she laughed,
Ana was stood there against the tree looking confused, which is hard to do
when your eyes are covered.

   I stepped up to Rosa and gently raised a hand to the side of her face,
"That's enough for now," I said softly, "It's time to go home."

   Kirsty managed to nod at my words and reached for the bindings holding
Ana.  I released Rosa but held her hands when she reached for the
blindfold.

   "No, keep that on for now," I said.

   "Kirsty," I called and waited until she looked my way, "Leave the
blindfold on for now but help her get dressed," I said waving in the
direction of the skirts we'd removed earlier.

   I collected Rosa's skirt and held it out to her.  "Here, put this on."

   As she struggled to get into the skirt I slipped around and collected
the cameras I'd set up to record the event.

   The short walk out of the wooded area was a little harder than it had
been earlier because Ana's and Rosa's legs had stiffened up and walking was
a bit of a struggle at first.  We removed the blindfolds once we were back
on the path and I hugged both women.

   "Don't ask anything," I said as I stepped back, "we'll show you what
happened when we get back to Rosa's and you'll know everything.

   Kirsty wrapped her arm around my waist and we headed for the entrance,
the two women followed us without a word.

   Back at Rosa's with a cup of coffee in hand I finalised the video and
took it to the DVD ready to reveal all.

   Kirsty and I settled into the armchair and allowed Ana and Rosa to sit
in front of the television screen.

   It was fun to watch their expressions as all was revealed, the looks and
comments aimed at me when they saw Helen and Natasha were nothing to wild
screams that accompanied the appearance of the Labrador.

   "Again," yelled Ana as the DVD came to the end.

   "Are you sure?" I asked and Rosa nodded alongside her sister.

   Watching the video the second time wasn't as loud as the first run
through had been but the comments each of the women made were much more
revealing.

   One that stuck in my mind was Ana asking how was she going to organise
something like this when she got home.

   Giving her dares to carry out would be easy but recording them and
making sure she was safe was a much harder thing to do.

   Rosa was deeply embarrassed by her reaction to the dog, a reaction that,
as Kirsty pointed out, was only natural given the circumstances.

   All through this Kirsty was cuddling and nibbling my neck, my hand was
planted under her blouse gently massaging her boob.

   As the film finished for the second time she stood and took hold of my
hand.

   She started dragging me across the room, "We're going to bed now," she
announced loudly.

   I blushed furiously but Rosa just smiled and nodded.

   As we headed for the stairs Ana called out, "Have fun," and I stumbled
over the bottom step.

   Kirsty giggled, "Oh, I'm sure we will," she called back.

   I spent the night there; the first of many and it was wonderful...

   ---oOo--

   Epilogue

   I lowered the hood on the BMW 3 series convertible and smiled at the
world.

   I'd completed my first year in the workplace and the first-ever annual
review I'd received had been stellar.  It included a bonus that was
sufficient to put a severe dent in my student loans and allow me to upgrade
my old Ford to a second hand BMW soft-top.

   College had been tough but Kirsty and I had stuck with it and had both
been lucky to find employment in fields we enjoyed as soon as we graduated.

   I'd called her earlier and arranged to take her out for a meal to
celebrate my one-year anniversary of work.  She'd giggled and accepted and
had giggled even more when I told her I wanted her to look her best.

   This was a sort of coded phrase we'd developed over the years that let
her know that I wanted her to let her exhibitionist streak out once more.

   I hit the horn outside her house and then jumped out to collect her. 
The front door was flung open and Kirsty came skipping down the path.

   I marvelled how the beautiful schoolgirl and metamorphosed into this
simply stunning woman.  She had all her mother's attributes and none of her
flaws.

   She was wearing a sheer net top through which you could see every dimple
on her breasts when her silk jacket parted.  The skirt matched the jacket
and was long but wrapped around in such a way that it exposed her stockings
whenever she strutted as she walked.

   She slid to a halt in front of me.  "Acceptable, kind sir?" she asked.

   "Magnificent," I replied and took her in my arms for a kiss.  Over her
shoulder I saw her mother watching us from the open doorway, a smile on her
lips as her daughter teased the man in her life.

   I gave Rosa a casual wave before I escorted her daughter to my car where
the skirt revealed another facet.  It exposed her legs when she sat down.

   I chuckled as I jogged around to the driver's door.  Things were looking
good already.

   Driving to the restaurant I kept glancing at Kirsty's legs and she kept
moving them a little to reveal more and more.  By the time we actually
reached our destination I could see the light flesh at the top of her
hold-up stockings.  Her eyes never left the road the whole time we were
travelling but when I took the time to glance at her chest I could see her
hard nipples.  She knew what she'd been doing, the minx.

   We were shown to a secluded table and seated by a waiter who became very
attentive when Kirsty released the single button that had been holding her
jacket closed.  You couldn't see anything, especially in the subdued
lighting that was used to create a romantic atmosphere but you could hope.
It was my guess that the waiter was praying to all the Gods he knew for
assistance as he diligently worked our table.

   The meal was nice but unremarkable.  It was the company that made the
evening what it was.

   We talked about a lot of things but as we waited for our desserts to
arrive the subject got round to the games we'd played since we'd met.

   "Have you spoken to Ana recently?" I asked.

   "Not since she was picked up by that policeman, I haven't," replied
Kirsty before she giggled.  "I don't think she's going to forgive you for
having her go through that drive thru' without trousers."

   I chuckled, "I didn't tell her she could only wear a see through top so
she looked naked."

   "True," said Kirsty with a solemn nod, "and the officer that stopped her
seems to have taken a fancy to her."

   "Hardly surprising given the way she was displaying herself," I replied.

   "It's a shame that Helen didn't stay with us after Natasha headed down
under," I continued.

   "Yeah," said Kirsty.  "I've spoken to her a couple of times and she
still gets a kick out of listening to what I've been up to but she doesn't
think it would be right to play around on her husband."

   I raised my eyebrows at that but Kirsty was quick to respond.

   "No, Kevin, she's right.  When it was all of us together she was
supporting her daughter.  If she did anything now it would be for herself
and that could be taken as wrong."

   I shrugged.  I guess a male's view on infidelity is different to a
woman's.

   "What about Liz and Alison?  That was a surprise?"

   "It was," said Kirsty, "though you can understand it if you think about
it."

   I looked a question at her and she sighed, "Kevin, they're both very
lonely people and the games you let them play broke through that
loneliness." She then gave me a sly look, "You know you could have had
either of them don't you, especially once you left that school?"

   "I could?" I asked in surprise but I wasn't really that surprised.  It
was more a case of covering my back.

   "Don't try pulling the wool over my eyes, Buster," said Kirsty giving me
the evil eye.  "You know you could and denying it will just make you sound
guilty."

   I paused before answering, "Why would I want them when I've got you?"

   "Good answer," responded Kirsty with a grin.

   I grinned back.  "We've had some fun over the years, haven't we?"

   Kirsty nodded.

   I spotted the major domo approaching, shadowed by a waiter.

   "You know, Kirsty, I've got a real dare for you," I said.

   I watched as a shudder passed through Kirsty's body, the thought of a
dare really got her going, as it did her mother.

   "Shouldn't we wait until we get home?" she asked shyly.

   "Not this time, darling.  This dare is just for you," I said and slipped
out of the chair and onto one knee before her.

   Smiling at the love of my life I said softly, "Kirsty, my darling, I
dare you to marry me."

   I didn't need to summon the champagne I'd asked them to have waiting. 
That was done by Kirsty's ear-piercing yell of, "Yes!"

   ---oOo--
   The End