Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. You all expect to see something above the story right....well here goes. My work is my work but it is for anybody who wants it to enjoy. Copy it, share it, do what you want but please don't claim it as your own. The work is fictional. It may be based on reality but it should be regarded as pure fiction. If you don't approve of young people exploring feelings and sensations in a sexual way, or if such reading material is banned where you come from, then read no further. OK then.....hope you enjoy the tale. Any feedback can be sent to: Knjfriend(at)yahoo.co.uk (don't forget to adjust the (at)). Musketeers: Two: Birthday Boys: Over the next several weeks the foursome only got together in school or on the way to and from school. A combination of homework pressures and individual family commitments ensured that no more than 3 of them were together at any time. Maybe this was the reason that nothing was said about Jo's birthday sleepover. There was no doubt that things had changed though. Jo had little chance not to notice that the boys were more attentive, tactile and protective. Fingers would brush her arm as they said goodbye, a hand would slip past her cheek and, when nobody else was near, and occasionally a hand would palm one of her buttocks. Mikey came close to being minced one lunchtime when Jo was unceremoniously shoved aside by three older boys in the lunch queue. Within seconds the pint sized hero was shoving those boys right back and, despite the fact that the smallest of them towered over Mikey by a good 6 inches, he even managed to land the first punch. The second punch sent him part way across the room and staff stepped in to demand calm before any further damage was done. Overall, Jo was fairly happy with her situation. Her happiness turned to smugness one break period when a group of her girlfriends turned the conversation to boys and asked her outright which of the three she would "go out with". Within moments of her blushing furiously and explaining that they were all "just friends" she was being assured that they were amongst the cutest of the boys in the year. Deep within she felt a sense of pride and achievement. A couple of evenings later she sat round the dining room table with Mikey. They were doing a brief English project together and needed to both choose and then learn a poem which they could recite as a duet. Mikey's parents were in the next room watching TV and his younger sister was playing happily upstairs. Clutching at her hand to get her attention Mikey whispered "Hey Jo, can I ask you something?" "you just did" she grinned. He grinned back and then went on in hushed tones "well did you mind stripping for us the other night?" She glared at him but didn't speak. He went on. "I thought that you quite liked it.....kinda." he hissed "Well" she replied quietly "If you already know the answer why ask me?" she demanded. Mikey was quiet for a moment whilst his father moved from his seat to get a beer. Only when he was confident that both parents were glued to the TV again did he continue. "The thing is" he hesitated as if searching for the words "the thing is.....if you really hated it then I'd tell the others not to ask again." He finally managed. "So you plan to ask again do you?" Jo responded a little too loudly for Mikey's comfort. Mike looked at her for a moment. "No I guess not" he finally said. Jo smiled. "Well now that's settled I don't mind you asking but you can't just assume that I'll do it. Right?" She watched his mouth gape and grinned back at him. She felt a hand brush her knee under the table and she laughed. "I think we had better finish this tomorrow. I have to get home soon.". No more was said on the subject but Jo guessed, correctly, that their conversation would have been related to Gary and Kyle. She wondered why she had said it. She hadn't planned to ever let it happen again but now she had as good as promised. "Oh well" she thought "lets see if they ask." Early in December the weather turned unusually cold and snow was forecast. Now here in England we often get a smidgen of snow and it always turns into chaos. We don't get enough to properly prepare against it and it isn't regular enough for us to get used to the idea. So, when on a Tuesday morning there were several inches of snow laying on the ground there was despair amongst the adults and glee amongst the children. Sure enough the local radio reported that most of the schools would remain shut because of the difficulty in pupils and staff getting in and the Musketeers gained a valuable day off. By 9.30 they were chucking snow at each other, tumbling in it, eating it, in fact anything they could think of. By 11.30 they were cold wet and hungry. They separated briefly to get dry and then reconvened at Kyle's house where his mother fed them hot soup and warm rolls. By 1.30 that afternoon the thaw had well and truly set in and Kyle's mother announced she was off shopping for essentials just in case the snow came back - a typical and comical English tradition where, as soon as the problem ends, plans are made for dealing with it. Within minutes of getting the house to themselves they had paired off and were fighting some desperate counter espionage battle between them. Kyle and Gary on one side and Mikey and Jo on the other. Much crawling around and bumping into furniture later Mikey and Jo were held captive. Old bootlaces were used to "handcuff" them and they were marched off to Kyle's room for interrogation. They were questioned for some time but both steadfastly refused to yield any useful information. Eventually Kyle suggested that they search the prisoners. They chose Jo first and pulled her from the floor next to Mikey where she had been interrogated. They marched her over to the door and raised her hands above her head. Then using the cord from a bathrobe they looped her wrists around the coat hook on the back of the door. "Last chance to talk" said Kyle Jo stuck her tongue out at him. "Right then" said Kyle turning to Gary "we had better search her for secret hiding places and stuff." The two boys advanced upon her. Hands were run up and down legs and arms. More than once a hand passed over the slight swelling of a breast without causing any outcry from Jo and the boys got a little bolder. Hands slipped around behind to feel her bum and others stroked the inside of her thigh. Jo's only reaction was involuntary. Her nipples stiffened and started to push out through the thin cotton of the teeshirt she was wearing. Briefly she wondered whether or not she had been wise to discard her sweater but it was warm in the house. As her mind drifted she became aware of words. "maybe we should check under her shirt sir" Gary said to Kyle. "Good idea" came the short slightly raspy reply. With Gary watching, Kyle tugged the material out of the waistband of her jeans. He looked briefly at her face but avoided eye contact. He lifted the material higher and higher. Her breasts were exposed and the air rushed to surge around her stiff little nipples. The tee shirt wouldn't stay up on its own so Kyle forced it over her head so that it stretched across her shoulders but left her entirely bare in front. Taking one breast each the boys let their fingers explore. Looking past them Jo could see Mikey watching intently. She looked down to see her nipples being squeezed and twisted. She heard somebody moan slightly and then realised it was her. A mouth closed over her right breast and warm wet touches followed. She gasped a little but said nothing recognisable. She heard Kyle speak. "Well she doesn't have anything under her shirt then." She felt his fingers dance over her taught stomach, felt the release as he undid the popper at the top of her jeans and she closed her eyes and held her breath as she felt the material loosen as the zipper was lowered. The mouth was still on her nipple and a hand kept the other nipple equally amused. She didn't look down. She didn't need to. She knew that her jeans had been opened up, folded down to reveal the pure white cotton panties that she always wore. A finger touched her through the material. Then others joined it and her mound was covered briefly by an excited hand. The hand withdrew, the hand and mouth on her nipple left her. She felt somehow let down. Hands came back, many hands. Her jeans were lowering. They stopped just above her knees and fingers returned to her cotton covered crotch. She couldn't help but open her legs a little and some inner voice was thankful that the jeans around her knees prevented too much movement. Her nipples were all but forgotten as hands rubbed and pressed and then the inevitable happened. Fingers gripped the waistband of her panties. Slowly they started to descend. She should tell them to stop now. She didn't. She felt the first few thin pubic hairs spring free and then the door slammed downstairs. "Kyle I'm back" yelled his mother "Come help with the shopping kids." She called. "Shit" said Kyle. "Get them untied quick" he ordered Gary as he slipped out of the door to greet his mum. Jo came back to earth as her panties were tugged sharply back into place and Gary fought valiantly to pull her jeans back up. "Just untie me Gary" she hissed "I can do that faster than you." He mumbled something she didn't catch and then did as she suggested. Whilst Jo redressed herself Gary undid Mikey and seconds later they were bowling down the stairs to form the human chain necessary to move the "emergency" foodstuffs into the kitchen. A few days later Gary met up with her in a corridor at school. "Hey, I'm doing my birthday thing this weekend `cos we're going to a wedding next Saturday. The plan is pictures, meal and sleepover with a decent horror film. You up for it?" He didn't really need to ask. Well not normally anyways. The birthday celebrations were always sacrosanct. This time though, whilst she said yes, she wondered how to get out of the sleepover. Saturday came and the foursome were gathered together and driven off to the local multiplex. Gary's father bought them tickets and promised to be back to ferry them to the Pizzahut that Gary had chosen to eat at. The four friends bought cokes and nibbles and then made their way to screen 9. Surprisingly for a Saturday afternoon they found themselves almost alone and with the pick of most of the tiered seating area. Gary nudged Kyle and said in an overloud voice "back row time?" All four collapsed into fits of giggles but they did indeed make their way to the back of the cinema and snuggled together in the one of the corners. Gary sat on one side of Jo and Kyle on the other. Mikey sat o the other side of Kyle. In fact they were quiet early and, by the time the film started, many of the empty seats had been filled. Nobody came up as far as them though. Most others concentrated on more central seat choices. As the lights went down and the cinema babble hushed Gary pushed the armrest between him and Jo up and out of the way. He slipped an arm round her shoulders and pulled her against him. She sighed theatrically but good naturedly and allowed herself to be drawn against his body. On the other side Kyle too removed the armrest barrier and he slid over to curl around Jo from the other side. Before the second trailer had finished Gary had let his hand "slip" off of Jo's shoulder and was now resting on her left breast. He caressed it gently through her shirt. By the time the main film started Kyle's hand had snaked past her stomach and was doing a similar dance on her right breast. Throughout the first half of the film they kept up a gentle motion on and around her nipples. The familiar tingling inside her had been present for quite a time and her nipples had become sensitive to the point of pain but still they continued. Then suddenly Kyle withdrew his hand and apologising quietly stood and moved past them in search of a toilet. Briefly the loss of body heat made her chill but it wasn't for long. Mikey quickly scooted over and took up the space vacated by Kyle. Equally quickly, almost as if he had been watching the previous action somehow, his hand snaked across the girls midriff and replaced Kyle's hand on her right breast. Instantly, he focussed on her nipple. Gripping it between thumb and forefinger he alternatively twisted and squeezed the sensitive flesh and Jo, who had her head buried in Gary's shoulder, the film long forgotten, gasped. Gary took that as an encouragement and redoubled his assault on her other breast causing immediate involuntary spasms from the young girl. Kyle returned and, seeing his space taken, simply moved past the three of them and took Mikey's original seat. Jo didn't even notice his return. Somehow Mikey managed to undo two of the buttons on Jo's shirt. This despite the dark and him using his left hand. Then he was touching bare flesh and Jo reacted strongly to his touches. Gary noticed her legs part slightly and immediately filled the opening with his right hand, cupping her mound through the denim of her jeans. Indeed, he could do no more then cup her and press into her but it was enough to make the over stimulated girl writhe in her seat. He whispered into her ear. "Will you strip for us tonight?" All plans for feeling unwell and missing the sleepover vanished and Jo simply nodded whilst biting her lower lip. The film ended suddenly and the lights came up quickly. Whilst Jo was somewhat dazed the boys reacted quickly, standing and milling about in front of her to give her time to come around and do up her shirt. Moments later the cool fresh air of a December evening hit her and she awoke properly from the dreamlike state she had been in for the past 90 minutes or so. Gary's parents were waiting in the car park and the four kids bundled together in the back of the battered Landrover that he had brought that night. They drove the short distance to Pizzahut and spent the next two hours devouring Pizza and coke with the occasional bit of salad thrown in. Then they were off again, bundled laughing and joking into the rickety old vehicle towards home. On arrival the kids jumped out and ran in slightly different directions to gather their sleeping bags and overnight stuff. 20 minutes later they were congregated back in Gary's bedroom. The boys had all changed in turn in the bathroom and now sat on the bed, three eager little faces in a row, waiting to see if Jo would go to the bathroom or simply change there in front of her admiring audience. In fact, having given herself so completely to the boys control in the afternoon and having agreed to strip off for them this evening she saw little point in being modest now. She took her time unbuttoning her shirt and then left it in place but gaping whilst she undid her jeans. The boys were leaning this way and that searching for an elusive glimpse of breast and she grinned at them as she shimmied out of her jeans. She stood there for a moment; hands on panty clad hips and then shrugged the shirt back and off of her shoulders. Slowly she turned her back to the boys and bent to retrieve her pyjamas from the bag. She heard appreciative noises as the cotton stretched taught over her buttocks and she took her time in both standing upright and covering her bare flesh with the usual faded yellow pyjamas. Once decent again it was Jo who led the descent down the stairs and the raid on the kitchen. As usual the Musketeers gathered up foodstuffs and bottles of fizz before retreating to the bedroom to watch the film. "Goodnight kids" yelled Gary's father and that was that. In all the years of growing up together Gary's parents had never interrupted a sleepover and there was no reason to think that they would start now. As soon as the door was shut eager hands helped the girl out of her pyjamas. Still more eager hands reached for the panties and were slapped away. "The panties stay Kyle." She stated simply but firmly. Kyle shrugged as if to say "worth a try" and then joined in the more general fingertip exploration of the young female body. At some point they remembered to put the dvd in the drive an hit the play button and were quickly rewarded with a blood curdling scream as an extra lost his head in the opening scene. After that they settled down. It was Gary's birthday so Jo sat between his legs and leaned back against him. His hands promptly ran around her front and accosted her breasts before the other two joined in and he was forced to relinquish complete control over her body. 20 minutes later and the boys were engrossed in the film. Between them they maintained contact with both breasts and nipples and Jo's groin area. As a result Jo didn't even know what the film was called. She lay back, her eyes closed, and let feelings of lust and warmth rush through her. She was lost in her own little world when the film ended and Gary whispered "bed time" in her ear. As she rose from her position between his legs the other boys were already scrambling into their sleeping bags and she headed towards hers. "Hey Jo" called Gary softly. "Come back. You're sleeping with me." She turned obediently, still in a bit of a haze and stepped back towards the bed. Gary was already in and holding the duvet up so she could get in. Wordlessly she did exactly that. Sliding in and lying motionless on her back. Only then did she question the sense of her actions but Gary quickly found her nipple with his mouth and any protest died in her throat. She realised briefly that the other boys were complaining about this turn of events. She heard Gary explain that she would sleep in their beds on their birthdays and somewhere deep inside she felt that maybe she ought to object to that assumption. Somewhere else deep within another feeling overtook her as Gary found her other nipple with his fingers and massaged the protruding flesh gently between them. Mikey and Kyle had taken their torches out and were playing them up and down the bed watching Gary maul her breasts. Not wanting to disappoint his audience Gary took the time to sweep the duvet back to uncover the near naked girl and advertise the way in which he feasted on her. Murmurs of approval tinged with jealousy slipped into hearing and he smiled to himself. His own boyish erection was almost painful within the confines of his underwear and he shifted in an attempt to relieve the discomfort. Then, almost as an afterthought he released Jo's nipple from his mouth with a plop. She mewed her displeasure at the withdrawal of the damp warmth. He clambered half atop her and as he pressed with one knee the girls body reacted. Jo remembered her legs parting but she really wasn't sure how or why. She felt his weight on her ribcage whilst he adjusted his position and was relieved when he used one arm to prop himself up and thus lift some of that weight. Then she felt his hardness. She reached down quickly and was relieved to find her own panties still in place. A quick movement later and she touched down on Gary's pyjama covered buttocks. Safety. Plently of clothing. Gary felt her hand on his buttocks and took the hint. Grinding his hard erection into her groin he felt a surge of joy deep within him. He dragged back and did it again and this time she rose up to meet his thrust. This was almost like shagging her. That thought was all it took. Three or four strokes of cloth on cloth and a piece of delightful mental imagery and the twelve year old would-be man achieved a dry but hearty climax. He rolled off her and she was suddenly deprived of all contact. Urgently she sought his hand and fairly slammed it into her groin. Guiding his forefinger she held it against her cotton covered slit until he got the message and then, using both hands to stabilise and provide power, she started bucking and thrusting her hips to meet his willing digit. This was all too much for Mikey and Kyle and they scrambled out of their respective sleeping bags to stand in silent vigil alongside the writhing girl. Lit by torchlight the girl used her friend as a convenient dildo and built herself towards her biggest ever climax. When Mikey reached down and took a nipple between thumb and forefinger that was enough. The tidal barriers broke and a ripple of pure pleasure ran up her body to be voiced by a guttural moan from her pretty mouth. Jo collapsed back into the bed dimly aware of the exhibition she had given and would have stayed there all night save for Kyle and his wandering hands and his tentative attempt to lower her panties once again. She came too, slapped his hand away ad then slid out of bed, between the two watching boys and into her own sleeping bag. In the darkness that followed Kyle and Mikey, both safely in their own sleeping bags and equally safely facing away from each other, quickly achieved their own dry climaxes before falling soundly asleep. The following morning Jo had already got up, dressed and left the building before the first sleepy boy opened his eyes. Slightly disappointed not to get a show this morning they talked over the events of the previous night and hands moved under covers as they did so. Once again, no mention was made of the sleepover events by Jo. Her girlfriends continued to pressure her and she continued to explain that they were all just good friends but, when she was asked out by a boy in the year above, she smiled sweetly, thanked him and turned him down. Christmas came and went. January drifted past in wind rain and darkness and they Musketeers found themselves in February and planning for Kyle's birthday. In fact Kyle's was to be a double celebration. Ever since the original self build finished his father had been slowly converting the loft space. Due to some peculiar planning regulation it wasn't possible for it to be considered a bedroom and so it was deemed to be a playroom and store. That said, the area boasted a thick fitted carpet, two enormous Velux windows and a small but neatly appointed shower room at one end. Having been turned down for full planning permission Kyle's parents had decided against the expense of a full staircase and, instead, had installed a semi automatic loft ladder. In lieu of a formal opening ceremony Kyle's father had agreed that the birthday sleepover could be done up there rather than in the confines of Kyle's relatively smaller bedroom. A TV and DVD player had been provided and this had pushed the final completion and testing of the electrics so all was set. The furniture consisted of beanbags and low tables and all was in place before that Saturday arrived. Kyle's parents were keen golfers and were longstanding members of the local golf and country club. The plan was for the kids to make use of the pool areas and then have a meal in the brasserie whilst his parents grabbed a quick round of golf. Then it would be all back to their place for party treats before the traditional sleepover and the bloodiest film rental that could be considered. Presumably because the boys were mucking about together Jo came out of the changing room first. The lifeguard gave her a smile as she headed into the smaller of the two pools. The main pool was a traditional rectangle and half of it was laned off for the keen and determined. A few of whom were even now hurtling through the water from one end to the other. The second pool was a form of oval with shallow sides and a deeper centre. It tended to be more of a family pool and, midway through a February afternoon, was completely empty. In fact the whole place was quite sparsely populated. She made a comment about that when the boys appeared and crashed into the water around her. "Yeah" Kyle replied thoughtfully "Tends to be quiet on Saturdays and heaving on Sundays. We don't come on Sundays." He finished. A noisy game of water tag quickly started. Jo noticed that whenever IT came for her she was never tagged on her shoulder or arm. Somehow they always made contact with a breast or her arse and occasionally managed to fully cup her mound beneath the water. She lapped up the attention and laughed off the fumbles. A group of other older boys entered and chose the small pool. They quickly crowded out the twelve year olds and Kyle suggested the spa instead. Unfortunately, the lifeguard would let them in there without adult supervision and so they moved to the sauna instead. It was baking hot in that tiny cedar room and none of the children wanted to stay more than a few minutes. As they emerged the older boys were still controlling the small pool so Kyle led them into the steam room. Hot and humid though it was it was more comfortable than the Sauna. For a time they sat and chatted quietly and then Kyle announced that it was time to unwrap his birthday present. Confused faces stared at him through the mist. Kyle moved over to Jo and straddled her lap. He reached behind her and undid her bikini top at the same time as she realised what he meant. Before the protest fully escaped her lips the material was loose about her shoulders and seconds later Kyle tossed it over to Gary to hold. "Kyle" she hissed "What if somebody comes in?" "What. Oh yeah. Mikey watch the door." Came his reply. Her flesh was dripping with moisture and it felt entirely different as he cupped her small breasts and than massaged them allowing his thumb to hover on her protruding nipples. Jo noticed the difference too. Whether it was just the lubrication or whether the heat and humidity played a part she wasn't sure but she was certain that she was quickly losing control. Kyle moved off of her and encouraged her to lay down on the bench. It was hot against her back but his continuing ministrations to her nipples were compensation and she said nothing. One hand slipped down her bare flesh and glided over her soaking wet bikini bottoms. She raised her farthest leg and allowed the other to fall off the bench giving him total access. He quickly found her slit through the thin material and used his middle finger to slide up and down its length. She shivered despite the heat and satisfied that he was doing that right, Kyle used his other hand on each of her breasts in turn. "You love it don't you?" he hissed She didn't reply. "You just love getting your tits out and being felt up don't you? C'mon answer me." He demanded as he shoved his finger harder against her pussy. Her eyes half opened in the gloom. "Yeah. Yeah I do." She whispered. "Good. So tonight you strip and I get you in bed right?" he asked She blinked and nodded her head silently. Mikey called out a warning and Gary and Kyle swung into action. Jo was swung upright and reclothed, quite expertly, by the two boys. They hauled her to her feet and were guiding her out of the door as a middle aged couple approached to come in. By this time the small pool was deserted. The older boys had retired to the spa pool, and Kyle Mikey and Gary herded Jo to the pools edge. She slipped into the water and was immediately refreshed by the relative cool of the water. They spent another half hour or so horsing about and then retired to change. Whilst dressing Jo knew that she had completely lost control in the steam room. She also knew that she might not have been able to stop a concerted effort on the bikini bottoms and she was grateful for the timely intervention of the other couple. She was, she realised with some shock, also a little disappointed. After eating their fill they hung around the games room until Kyle's parents joined them. A couple of hours later, kitchen raided and loft ladder pulled up and secured behind them, Jo expected the boys to settle and watch Jo take off the pyjamas that she had so recently put on. In fact, this time they helped. Her pyjama bottoms were unceremoniously tugged down and off whilst Kyle held her up by her armpits, her feet dangling. Then Mikey cupped her mound "to hold her steady" as Gary lifted her top up and off in a fluid motion. She recovered her composure just enough. "Enough guys. Look, I know we're just having fun but I need you to promise me that my panties stay on." She exhaled as she rushed the last few words out. The boys looked at each other and then at her. "No problem" said Mikey Kyle and Gary nodded their heads. She was about to ask for more when lips closed around a nipple, hands warmed her panty clad mound and nothing else seemed to matter. By the time the film ended her engorged nipples were almost incandescent with the attention that they had received. Her panties, whilst sill in place, were damp and clinging to the inside folds of her pussy. Without preamble Kyle half dragged her to his sleeping bag. He decided that he couldn't get her into it and so lay her on top of it. The others crowded round. There was no need to put lights off. They weren't going to be interrupted up here and they might as well all get a good view of the girl who was best friend during the day and sexual plaything after dark. Kyle lifted her hand and placed it against his own crotch. Then anxious to get on with it he spread her legs and clambered between. Remembering what Gary had done he positioned himself so that his erection was upright and then lay down to fit it as neatly as possible into the tram lines etched onto her panties. Content that he was in the right place he reached up and grabbed her shoulders and then, with his full weight bearing down, he used the strength in his arms to pull his body up and then push it down. He could feel the dampness seeping through his own pyjama bottoms and underwear, he could feel the friction on the sides of his erect cock and he could hear the groans and hisses from Jo as air was sometimes forced out of her lungs on his upstroke. All too quickly it was over. He climaxed and slipped to one side. He didn't wait for Jo to act but immediately replaced his cock with his finger, tracing the line in her panties and shoving hard. Hard isn't necessarily necessary but right now it didn't much matter and Jo quickly put her body into motion to make the most of his ministrations. Her orgasm was long and possibly loud save for Mikey clamping his hand over her mouth. She very nearly passed out and was party to the next conversation as if from a distant world. "C'mon lets get these panties off." Said a voice. "No. We promised. We'll do it another time." Said another. "Shit she won't care. She might not even know" Said voice one. "Yeah. She might let us fuck her properly" said a new voice. "No. We ain't gonna do that either." Said her defender She drifted off. When she awoke she was in her sleeping bag. She looked around in the dim light of dawn. Gary and Kyle were on the far side of the room. Mikey was sleeping right next to her. She thought she remembered that chatter but it was probably a dream. She drifted off again. As she left the house that morning she beamed back at the boys. "Thanks for keeping your promise boys. I knew I could trust you." Kyle and Gary were a little sheepish but Mikey replied for them all. "You're our friend Jo. We'd never hurt you." With that they parted company until the morning. Sleepovers and birthdays were all well and good but it meant that any homework was saved until Sunday and had to be done all in one sitting. April dawned bright and fresh. Jo's mother had started to detect changes in her daughter. Slowly and with the proper encouragement she would turn into a young lady rather than a cowboy or Musketeer or whatever she was supposed to be. Despite protests at the waste of time Mother and Daughter embarked on two or three days out together. The days would be filled with insignificant chit chat and clothes shopping. Jo had the distinct impression that the whole of the Easter holidays would be lost to shopping if she didn't at least try to like some of the clothes that her mother suggested. In fact, once she got into it she quite enjoyed it. She loved the way some clothes made her feel more feminine and sexy whilst others simply enhanced her innocence. Between them they chose several skirts and a few dresses as well as one or two pairs of jeans and combat trousers. Even mothers have to compromise don't they? When Jo came home one day and announced that Mikey was planning a bike ride and picnic before his birthday sleepover mum immediately suggested one of the outfits that they had bought together. "Ow Mum!" she complained "Can't I just wear jeans and a tee shirt like the others?" "Well what's the point of having nice clothes if you don't wear them?" replied her mother "We're going on a picnic. They'll get messy" Jo argued "So we'll pick something that can be washed easily" responded her mother. Jo stomped away upstairs. All of the new girly stuff had been hung at one end of her wardrobe. The end she never opened! Now she did. Piece by piece she extracted each garment as if she was emptying the dustbin by hand. She spread the "possibles" over the bed and returned the "not a chance in hell" selections to the wardrobe. She looked out of the window at blue skies. Blue skies which, if the forecast was to be believed, would last right through the weekend and cover the picnic with warmth and sunshine. Finally, she chose a bright yellow summer dress. Slipping out of her jeans and tee shirt she fathomed the intricacies of dress fasteners and stepped into the yellow whole before her. Almost dislocating her shoulder she managed to reach behind and get the zip up far enough to be able to reach back and pull it up the rest of the way from above. Then she gathered the belt that went with the dress and threaded it though the 4 or 5 hoops and fastened the buckle loosely. She struggled to understand how nervous she felt as she stepped up to the mirror. The dress was quite simple. A bright yellow bolt of material clung to her upper body. The cut of the dress slightly accentuated her small but growing breasts. The dress had short sleeves and a modest V neck and collar. The dress fell to just on her knees. There was very little decoration. The belt was covered in the same bright yellow fabric but was decorated with a thin zig zag of red cotton. That thin zig zag of red was repeated about the hem and at the end of each sleeve but that was about all there was. Satisfied that she looked good without being too much of a girl she whirled down the stairs to the kitchen where her mother still was. Jo could see the delight in her mother's eyes. It became apparent that it wasn't the choice her mother would have made, naturally enough, but that it was a lovely dress and would suit the occasion nicely. Now all Jo had to do was face the boys. Saturday came and the boys met outside of Jo's house. Each was carrying a rucksack and between them they had food and drink enough to feed a small army, as well as cutlery, crocks and a travel rug to sit on. Jo had already contacted Mikey, explained her clothing and that she couldn't carry a rucksack and Mikey had promised to bring extra to make up any shortfall. There was, of course, never going to be any shortfall. Wrapped around waists, or stuffed into the top of rucksacks each boy also had a waterproof jacket - just in case. Jo's garage door whirred into action. The electric motor making short work of lifting the solid double doors. As the door bumped to a halt Jo rode out into the sunshine and the yellow of her dress and silver of her bike caused something like a halo effect around her. "Nice dress" said Kyle She shot him a "don't you dare" glare and he fell silent. "C'mon lets be off" laughed Mikey The four friends pushed off down the slight slope. Mikey quickly fell in beside Jo. "You look gorgeous" he said before moving off again. She smiled deep inside. They cycled for about 40 minutes until they got to the spot where they had planned to stop and eat. A few families were scattered around on the grass enjoying their own picnics or simply dozing under the unusually warm spring sun. The friends found a suitable spot, spread out the travel rug and dived into the food. If they thought any more about Jo's dress they said nothing and the four relaxed into their usual relaxed banter. Mikey had planned a slightly different route back with the intention of stopping again at a small tea rooms in a nearby village on the way. They cycled off slowly. Letting their food settle and having no particular reason to hurry. And then the heavens opened. One minute it was strong bright sunshine and the next there was a rainbow and a torrential downpour. Their lightweight coats weren't much protection in heavy rain and they sped along looking for somewhere to shelter. It was Jo who saw it first. Part way up the slope of the field they were riding past was a field shelter. The fact that the field gate was open suggested that the field was not in use and pointing and shouting she spun her bike into the field gateway before leaping off and running with her bike alongside her, up the short slope to the shelter. The shelter was typical of its kind. A basic wooden three sided structure with a corrugated iron roof. Typically the open side faced away from the prevailing weather and, in this case, the open side faced away from the road. Skipping round she was relieved to find nobody at home and popped back to shout encouragement to the rucksack laden boys. Then she propped her bike against one wall, slipped off her jacket and hung it over the handlebars to give it chance to dry. The boys burst into the shelter in a rush. Bikes were piled up against the wall Jo had chosen and rucksacks were dumped and opened. If they were here and staying for a bit they might as well be comfortable suggested Gary. The remaining bits of straw were pushed into one corner. The obviously mucky sections being studiously avoided. The travel rug was spread over it and Gary collapsed in a theatrical heap. Kyle joined him laughing and a good natured tumble developed over territory. Jo stood and laughed at the antics of her two friends. "Oh well" said Mikey "birthday present time." And before she realised what he meant he was behind her. He slipped one hand around her slim waist to hold her to him whilst the other sought out and found first one and then the other breast through the fabric of that bright yellow summer dress. Despite the dress and improved femininity her mother had failed to convince her of the need for a bra and her unfettered nipples made themselves known almost immediately. She let her head fall back to lean against Mikey's shoulder as he abandoned her waist and used both hands on her breasts. Gary and Kyle quickly came to order and lay back on their elbows watching the scene unfold. Pinching one nipple between thumb and forefinger Mickey used it to guide her round to face him. Once there he kissed her. He kissed her gently and many times before settling his mouth over hers and pinching one nipple swiftly. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp then and his tongue slipped between her slips and fought a brief duel with the defender. Jo wrapped her arms around his neck. When he broke the kiss she let her head drop forward to rest against his shoulder. He could both hear and feel her breathing. He could hear and feel the way it changed as he manipulated her breasts, tweaked her sensitive nipples or kissed her neck. He allowed his right hand to sweep down her body, past her waist and around to cup a buttock through the yellow material. He noticed a thumbs up sign from Kyle and averted his eyes to ignore him. His hand continued downwards until it could go no further. Then he slowly gathered up the material of her dress. When he finally made the hemline he slipped his hand underneath. All the while the fingers of his left hand danced around each of her swollen nipples in turn. If her breathing suggested anything less than his total control he would bring her back into line with a sharp tweak or squeeze. She would tense, exhale, sometimes she would moan and then she would relax back again and let him continue his explorations. His had arrived at her panty clad backside. He cupped one buttock and squeezed it gently. Then, aware of his audience he gathered the material and lifted it high so that Kyle and Gary could feast on the sight of those tight cotton covered mounds. Abruptly he dropped the dress back into place. He slid his around to the front slipping it in between their two bodies. She trembled as he felt her. When his forefinger slipped under the edge of her panties and touched her flesh directly her head flew off his shoulder and she stared at him. He stared back, pinching a nipple and slipping that forefinger between her outer folds as he did so. Her mouth dropped open. She gasped and then, slowly allowed her head to return to its resting place. After some time gently stroking her pussy, occasionally parting her lips with his finger tip he withdrew his hand and quickly, without preamble, moved it up and under her panty waistband. Within seconds he was cupping bare flesh and her head which had started to rise simply returned to his shoulder. He left his hand there unmoving for several moments. The heat from their respective bodies was intense. Then slowly he allowed his middle finger to press inwards against her slit and was delighted when her legs parted imperceptibly to offer greater access. He kissed her neck some more and, as he did so, he moved his left hand to join his right under her dress. It went behind her to cup and caress her buttocks and then, with the audience in mind, lifted the yellow curtain to reveal panties which seemed to have gotten tighter. It dawned on Kyle first. "Shit" he hissed "he's got his hands in her pants." Gary moved as if to come closer. Mikey dropped the curtain and motioned him to stay back. The left hand now moved to her waist. The right followed suit and, without delay slipped under the waistband of those white cotton protectors and encouraged their descent downwards. All at once there was movement. Her head sprung up, his hands moved to her crotch and to her right breast. Her mouth opened. "MIKEY!" she exclaimed He squeezed her nipple and slipped his index finger into her cunt at the same time. All further protest was stifled. Jo groaned, shuddered and fell silent. Her head back in its place on his shoulder. For some minutes Mikey worked her hard. His left hand darted between nipples whilst his right pistoned his index finger in and out of the girl. Her legs parted some more and he obliged her by slipping a second finger into her. At the same time he leaned in close. "Jo" he whispered she lifted her head and looked at him from under heavy half closed eyelids. "Jo" he went on "I'm gonna strip you now." It was a statement, a warning, a fact. There was no argument. She gurgled something unintelligible and fell silent pulsing a single spasm of her vaginal muscles to his fingers. Mikey allowed his left hand to travel down and back under the dress. It lifted the veil to Kyle and Gary and, for the first time, they saw the delights of Jo's naked arse. From their position looking up they could also see, through her slightly parted legs, the rhythmic movement of Mikey's fingers. The hand lowered the curtain once again and return to the outside of her dress. Reaching behind her neck and with the practised ease of a professional lover or the sheer luck of a first time pre teen, undid the hook and eye at the top of her zipper. The zipper itself was an easy event. Within seconds it was dragged downwards revealing a gash of pale skin as it went. He stopped when he reached the belt and used his hand to push and pull the material as wide apart as he could. He felt her shiver at the exposure but sensed no suggestion of rebellion within her. Bringing his hard working left hand back to the front he played with her nipples for a few moments before encouraging her to stand upright and taking her hands from around his neck. That busy left hand promptly tugged the folds of yellow cotton forward and off her arms. It dropped and hung on her barely formed hips, held in place by her matching yellow belt. She was naked from the waist up. Whilst he kept his two fingers stroking in and out of her he allowed his left hand the luxury of tracing up her naked torso from her navel to her sensitive bare breasts. She was whimpering quietly now. As she did so she would thrust her hips to meet his probing fingers. She swayed on her feet and he allowed her to replace her arms around his neck. Steadier now she pumped her hips more furiously and he eased back, reducing the pressure and delaying the moment. Working quickly and still with that marvellous left hand he undid her belt. Freed from its constraints the material slipped past her buttocks at the rear to a cheer from Gary and Kyle. Jo either didn't notice or didn't care. Only Mikey's own hand prevented the material from being lost entirely and he wasn't about to let the moment pass when he had worked so hard. He withdrew his fingers and she cried out "NO" The material fell to the floor like a flood of custard around her ankles. He turned her quickly to face Kyle and Gary who whooped and jeered. He pulled her back against him, set his right hand at her nipple and allowed his left to hurry to the pleasures of her sparsely covered pussy. She mewed out her pleasure, opened her legs and welcomed his fingers deep into her privacy. Knowing exactly what he was doing Mikey ensured that his thumb was brushing against her clit from the first thrust and three thrusts later she orgasmed. She was loud. Very loud. And she was very wet. Mikey's hand was dripping. He pushed her forward and she stepped out of the pool of yellow and towards the travel rug where he lowered her to the ground. Kyle and Gary made room, but not much and, as soon as she was on her back they assaulted her nipples with excited vigour. Mikey knelt between her parted legs and tugged off first one shoe and then the other. Her socks followed quickly and she was naked. She was finally naked. That realisation seemed to dawn on Jo too and she struggled to prop herself up on her elbows. She looked at Kyle and Gary practically chewing her nipples off and she winced once or twice as teeth caught sensitive flesh. She stared hard at Mikey. She knew that nobody else could have got her completely naked. Was she sorry. She didn't know but she did know that the attention her nipples were getting was setting up a fire again. She did know that Mikey was moving up and spreading her legs still further apart. She did know that she no longer had secrets from the other three Musketeers. For 20 minutes or so the boys studied the folds between Jo's legs. They bounced their finger tips off of her clit and watched in fascination as the ripples ran through her entire body. Then, when Mikey felt the time was right, he swapped places with Gary. He explained to Gary the angle and speed of thrust like he was helping with homework, further explained to keep away from the clit until told otherwise and left Gary to drive the train. Jo looked up at Mikey with a look almost of betrayal. Without breaking eye contact with the girl Mikey found a nipple at first try and pinched it hard. He delighted in seeing her eyes widen in shock and then half close in pleasure. "I love watching you get off Jo. I'm gonna see you do it a lot." He announced. The sound that came out of her then could have been anything. It wasn't a word the boys recognised. Mikey undid his own jeans and then, helping her to lie flat first, he guided her hand inside his trousers. She felt his hardness, she tried to measure its length but the thrusting down below made it difficult to concentrate. "It's time" said Mikey "Hit the clit" He watched briefly as Gary altered his hand position and saw the reaction in the young female body that writhed before him. Satisfied he knelt down to whisper in her ear. "Tonight you will strip. There will be no panties and you will come to my bed naked. ...OK?" She turned her head and glared. "OK?" he repeated She bit her lip and nodded wordlessly. Then she came. Thrashing about on the rug covered straw. No composure, no secrets, no control. It took a little while for Jo to move very much. She was sore. Her nipples were on fire and her groin felt bruised and stretched. The boys sat drinking coke and drinking in her body. Eventually she rose, recovered her dress and slipped it back into place. Her shoes and socks followed quickly. She hesitated before asking "has anybody seen my panties?" Gary and Kyle tittered. "I'll carry them for you." Said Mikey quietly. And so they set off. Jo careful to trap the back of her dress under her less it should blow up and expose her to some passer by. She was equally careful not to ride too forcefully in case the same thing happened at the front. Mikey rode alongside her chatting as if nothing had changed. Kyle and Gary rode ahead glancing back occasionally and giggling. They arrived back and were greeted with hot tea, scones and clotted cream. Then they announced that their film was a double bill so they would be going up early and off they trooped carrying the usual selection of goodies and nibbles. Once inside with the door shut Mikey touched her shoulder. "Strip off" he commanded "Mikey I'm tired and kinda sore." She whimpered He smiled at her and she reached behind and undid her dress. The belt was unfastened and she allowed the dress to slip from her shoulders. Shoes and socks followed quickly. "Very nice" said Mikey "turn around for us." She did as she was asked. "OK" said Mikey "As Jo is already sore and as I want her to play with later and as it's my birthday party she gets to watch the film untouched. You can look but not touch." Kyle and Gary grumbled but they were sufficiently grateful for the first sight of a fully naked girl that they agreed. Throughout the film Jo sat between Mikey's outstretched legs. Once or twice Kyle or Gary would move to look at her more closely and at that point Mikey would pause the film and instruct her to take her arms out of the way or open her legs to give the necessary view. Jo seemed to have accepted his authority as well and simply followed his instructions as he gave them. The film finished and they moved onto the second disc which contained interviews and outtakes. "Times up" Mikey whispered into her ear and then slipped a hand to cover each swelling breast. He played with her for the delight of his friends and to warm her up for bedtime. He wanted to put on a show and had her kneel doggy style whilst he ploughed his hand between her legs from behind. Her small breasts were just developed enough to sway slightly with her body and this delighted Gary in particular. Festivities paused briefly when his mother called good night through the door. Mikey paused the dvd and slowed his fingers pulsing into the young cunt. "We';re just at a good bit and then we'll be off to bed he shouted." His mother moved off, Jo stopped holding her breath sighed loudly instead. Moments later he beckoned her into the bed he had already climbed into. Once safely tucked in he tugged his pyjama top over his head and slipped alongside her bare flesh to bare flesh. It sent an additional tingle though her already sensitive body and she very nearly came the instant his lips touched her nearest nipple. He moved and climbed aboard her. She opened her legs as she had done with Gary and Kyle previously and felt his hardness press against her. It took nano seconds to recognise the flesh to flesh sensation and her hands whipped down to feel him. He leaned on one elbow and grinned down at her. "Mikey you can't." she whispered "I can" he replied "and one day I will, but not tonight." Carefully positioning his erection in her valley and taking additional care not to let the head of his cock anywhere near her delightfully moist gateway he sawed at her clit. As previously she was still looking for more when the pre teen finished with a noisy but dry climax and he obliged her with his hand. Across the room, in the darkness, noises could be heard. Many times during that night Mikey wrapped an arm around her. Many times he touched her intimately and once she returned the favour. She delighted in dragging another dry climax out of him almost as much as he enjoyed watching her and finally the happy pair settled down to sleep wrapped in each others arms. End of Part 2