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 A story by krisnjamie - It's fiction, my tales should always be treated
thus.  I don't condone or condemn and I ask the same of my readers.  If you
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   Variety and Gaiety.

   Part 1 - Boys and girls coming out to play.  No sex.  Stripping. 
Caressing.  Exploration.  Tickling.- General fun and frolics.

   "Bloody poof!" snarled Gary as he watched Adam waltz away between the
two girls.

   "yeah well, I guess they know he's safe" replied Mark whistfully.

   A growl grew in Gary's throat as Adam looked back at the two boys and
winked.

   "C'mon" encouraged Mark "let's go get a coke."

   The pair huddled around the beach railings watching the bikini clad
girls playing in the sand and water.

   "It's just not right" complained Gary "we get accused of being gay just
because we go to boarding school and then, when some real ponce shows up he
gets the girls anyway!"

   Mark laughed.  "Brighton has not been kind to us mate.  Maybe we'll do
better at my place next time.  Drink up, we better be getting back to start
packing anyway."

   The conversation continued as the boys packed up their belongings in the
room that they had shared all summer.  The subject changed, of course,
whenever Gary's mother popped in with more clothes or helpful suggestions,
but the bottom line was a distinct lack of progress with the female of the
species throughout the summer.  A true catastrophe for two 13 year old boys
who would have no tales of conquest to share in the dormitory over the
coming weeks.

   The drive back to school the following Monday was quiet and uneventful.
Conversation was restricted to parentally safe topics, horseplay was
minimal and the two hour drive slipped into history.

   The relative quiet of the Bentley was replaced by the usual hubbub of
boys of varying ages dashing around the school courtyard ferrying bags and
belongings to their various rooms.  Parents milled about with staff trying
not to look too out of place and being eternally grateful when the time
came for them to say their goodbyes.

   Mark and Gary were not unusual in their partnership.  The nature of the
families involved with such a prestigious boys school were such that many
were often unavailable for holiday periods and "exchange" visits were often
planned months in advance.  The only periodic difficulty was that boys of
that age do have a tendency to fall out over comparatively trivial matters,
resulting in frantic last minute attempts at substitutions or, more often,
gloomy grumpy teenagers during holiday periods.

   Here Mark and Gary did differ.  The very occasional cross word was soon
put behind them and they had been inseparable ever since their parents
introduced them shortly before they were due to start at St Josephs.

   Parents gone and bags mainly unpacked the boys stood shoulder to
shoulder in the main hall for the evening assembly.  New staff members were
introduced, rules were reminded and hymns were muddled through before the
boys were released for the evening meal.  The dining arrangements were
rigid.  The boys sat at tables according to their year group.  Most of the
staff sat at the head of the hall and a few patrolled the gaps between the
tables reminding the boys of the need for decent table manners should any
have forgotten how to behave during the long summer break.

   The small dormitories were also arranged by year group, although the
layout was almost identical from floor to floor.

   The accommodation block was modern and built behind the ancient edifice
of the main school.  There was a wide two storey corridor leading to the
block at one end and fire escapes at the other.  The fire escapes were
never to be used other than in an emergency and were alarmed accordingly.

   Thus as the students entered their respective accommodation hall they
had a staff room to their right and a small kitchenette on their left.  The
hall continued with the dormitory suites on either side.  At the far end of
the hall were a common room and the bathrooms.

   The dormitories were built for four.  There were no more than 6 to a
floor and that automatically restricted the maximum numbers of pupils in
each year group.  Rarely was the school completely full.

   This term Mark and Gary had a room to themselves although they were
warned of another student likely to join after Christmas and who would be
billeted with them.

   Food over the boys gathered in the common room to swap tales and catch
up before heading off for bed around 9.00.  The policy was in your room by
9.30 and lights out at 10.00.

   The boys soon relaxed back into the routine.  Sure enough the gossip in
the common room was of who did what with whom and how far they had got with
that whom.  Mark and Gary, along with a number of others in the room, had
little to offer their fellows.

   It was a few weeks later that Mark first voiced his idea.

   The boys were lying in the darkness on a Tuesday evening.

   "Gary - you awake?" he whispered

   "No" came the giggled reply

   "I have an idea" Mark went on.

   "Great!  About what?"

   "Girls" said Mark.  He heard his friend shift in his bed and pictured
him propping himself up on one elbow.

   "It better be a good one then" said Gary

   "Well" started his friend "I've been thinking about Adam"

   Gary almost choked "You what.  Are you turning gay?"

   "Shhhh!" hissed Mark "The girls trust him because they know he isn't a
problem."

   "Yeah so?"

   "So why don't we pretend to be gay?"

   "You have to be fuckin joking" snapped Gary "How will that help us get
girls?"

   "It might help us get close to girls and then, well, you never know."

   "Yeah and I'll be a laughing stock for years to come - no thanks" hissed
Gary as he flopped back onto his back in the bed.  "Goodnight brainstorm!"

   A few days later Mark tried again.

   "We don't have to say that we're gay."

   Gary looked at him with an element of disgust but Mark continued.

   "Well, everybody assumes that we might be `cos we go to a boys school
and we're always together.  If we just let them think that a bit
longer......I mean, what could be the harm?"

   "Jeez Mark, Brighton is full of queers.  If I get that kind of rep I'll
never live it down."

   "Uh-huh" whispered his friend "so we try it out at my place - we're
going there for Christmas."

   Silence.

   "You think it will work?" Gary finally asked.

   "Dunno but it's not a bad idea." Replied Mark

   "Maybe - let's think about it."

   Nothing more was said that night or for many nights to come.  Every now
and then Mark would recognise Gary's thinking face but he knew better than
to try and persuade his friend further.  He simply waited.

   A few days before the Christmas break the thinking stopped.  "We don't
have to kiss or anything do we?" asked Gary in the darkness.

   "What...  oh no - course we don't" answered Mark as he caught up with
his friends train of thought.

   "Well I suppose we could give it a go - as long as we don't have to tell
anybody that we're....  you know, queer or anything."

   Silence enveloped the room once more.

   The following week the boys were alone in their shared room at Mark's
home.

   "We're invited to the Pearson's tonight Gaz.  Ready for plan gay boy?"

   "Shut upppp!" snapped Gary "I ain't no gay boy"

   Mark laughed "Ok then we'll call it operation tit grab."

   Both boys chuckled loudly.

   "Will there be many girls there?" asked Gary hopefully.

   "Hopefully.  Usually the Pearson's invite all the local families.  The
adults gather in one room and the kids are shoved off somewhere else."

   A little after 7.00 that evening the boys and Mark's parents were
ushered into the hall of the Pearson's house.

   Mr Pearson made a few small attempts at conversation with the boys and
then called one of his sons down to herd them to the appointed venue.

   It was only a short walk but during that time Pearson junior had made
several quips about boys boarding schools and had no argumentative
response. Gary had whispered to his friend that Pearson junior might get a
kick up the arse but nothing more.

   The boys were introduced to the gathered thong of teens and pre-teens
and then promptly deserted.

   They stood, side by side and silent as the whispers and giggles
reverberated around the room.  Eyes sought them out, washed over them and
danced away.  Still they stood alone in a crowded room.

   A boy of about 15 marched towards them.  "So is it true then?  Do all
you boarders share the same bed?"

   Laughter rippled around his audience.  Gary went red and Mark managed to
smile briefly.  They said nothing.

   The boy studied them a moment longer, snorted and turned back to his
assembled cronies.

   Mark and Gary spent a further two hours standing or sitting apart from
the rest of the group.  They chatted quietly between themselves and were
grateful when they were called to go home.

   The air in their room that night was less than peaceful.

   "I should never have listened to you Mark!" snapped Gary "You made me
look a complete idiot.  No don't say anything.  Goodnight!"

   When Gary awoke the next morning Mark had already got up, dressed and
slipped out of the room.

   Gary sat up in his bed and thought about the previous evening.  His
anger rose, fell and was rising again when Mark came back in.

   "Jesus Mark" Gary began

   Mark held up his hand and Gary gave way.

   "Just had a phone call from somebody called Sophie."

   Gary took renewed interest.

   "It seems that she and a few of her friends felt that we treated rather
badly last night and wanted to apologise." He held up his hand again to
silence the inevitable interruption "It also seems that she would like us
to join her and a couple of friends for some Christmas shopping this
afternoon.  You up for it Gary?" Mark smiled

   "Christmas shopping?"

   "C'mon Gaz, this is the start.  Once we're in and trusted who knows what
might happen."

   That afternoon the boys managed to persuade Mark's mother to drop them
into town and they made their way to the appointed meeting spot outside of
McDonalds.  It was scant moments before a collection of barely recognisable
faces rushed up and surrounded the boys.  They were led away into McDonalds
and seated in a booth as the girls rushed around gathering food and drinks
before settling down.

   Sophie was the first to properly introduce herself.  She was 14 with
dark hair and brown eyes.  She wore a fitted leather jacket over a plain
white tee shirt with jeans and trainers.

   Alison was 13 and, apparently cousin to Sophie.  She was also dark
haired but had hazel eyes.  Her jeans and trainers were surmounted by a
fleece sweatshirt and a plain wool coat which she wore open.  Despite her
youth it was apparent that her chest was reasonably well developed judging
from the way in which her sweatshirt bulged.

   Karen was a Pearson and gushed her apologies for the way the boys had
been treated.  Marked waved them away and she announced that she was 14, 5'
4", and 34, 24, 32 which had everybody in stitches.  When she added that
the boys probably weren't interested they fell about some more.

   The final member of the gang was Helen.  Helen was the traditional blue
eyed blond.  She was tall and leggy with no apparent upper body
development. Despite that her movement captured the attention of every male
old enough to recognise pure joy and she revelled in the attention.  Helen
claimed to be 13, though Sophie added a "nearly" and Helen admitted to
being sister to the loud mouthed 15 year old from the previous evening.

   Introductions made the girls dragged Gary and Mark off to the shops. 
Clothes shops of course.

   "What do you think" asked Alison as she burst out of the changing room
in her third outfit.

   Gary was still thinking about the way in which her breasts had
threatened to break loose from the previous change and said whistfully "I
think you made a bigger impact in the blue velvet."

   "Naughty boy!" snapped Sophie "He's right though, the blue certainly
made headlines of your .....  assets!"

   Much giggling ensued and the boys found themselves dragged through the
lingerie section where the girls took turns to hold their choice of
underwear in front of them for the boys to comment on.

   Somehow the boys managed to keep their comments neutral enough to be
sexy and suggestive without breaking their cover and the fun continued
throughout the afternoon.

   At the end Sophie looked to her female companions, received discreet
nods, and slipped a piece of paper into Mark's hand.

   "That's my address.  It's not far from Karen's place so you should be
able to walk it.  Say 11.00 tomorrow morning for coffee and cakes."

   And they were gone like Cinderella at midnight.  A flash of coats and
nervous giggles.

   The boys looked at each other and smiled.

   The boys arrived promptly at 11.00.  It wasn't difficult, they had been
waiting around the corner for 15 minutes having arrived early and now stood
shoulder to shoulder as Sophie answered the bell.

   Once inside they found the same company of angels, accepted tea instead
of coffee and ate cake whilst trying not to stare.

   Without outside clothing the girls looked somewhat more distracting. 
The fact that they giggled and touched the boys as much as each other made
it doubly difficult but the boys endured.

   As the noise level rose Sophie's mother put her head around the door,
reminded them that her father was trying to work and suggested that they go
up to her bedroom.

   Moments later the group were tramping up the stairs.

   "Doesn't your mother worry about you having boys in your bedroom?" asked
Mark in a whisper

   A gaggle of giggles erupted around him.

   "You are sweet" exclaimed Sophie "I explained about you and Gary and she
was fine about it."

   Gary and Mark blushed in unison, achieving yet more "oohs" and "ahhs" as
they did so.

   "Whose going first" asked Sophie as she flopped onto the bed alongside a
startled Gary.

   "I will" announced Alison, grabbing a carrier bag and heading through a
door at the side of the room.

   "Where's she going?" asked Gary rather pitifully.

   "She's off to change silly.  We don't know you well enough to change in
here do we?" replied Sophie and then seeing the confusion continued on "we
thought we'd get together and show off what we bought yesterday is all."

   "I didn't notice anybody buy very much" said Mark

   "Well maybe you guys need some shopping lessons from us gals then"
quipped Helen to more laughter.

   Pretty soon Alison shouted that she was ready and the room sank to a
respectful silence.

   The door opened and in she came.

   She wore the blue velvet dress.  With it she had matching heels and
white silk stockings or tights, Mark couldn't work out which, though his
mind raced in the attempt.

   A simple string of pearls dragged his eyes, and everybody else's, back
to her throat and then slowly down the pale flesh to her generous cleavage.


   The girls all looked at the boys.

   "That" said Mark trying to recover his composure and his gay demeanour
"is simply delightful.  What do you think Gary?"

   Mark wasn't certain that Gary had caught his tone but his friend didn't
disappoint as he allowed his mouth to drop dramatically before whispering
"a vision, a true vision, enough to turn a young boys head"

   "You two are just too much" said Alison "just too naughty."

   "Well" said Mark thoughtfully "If I'm already too naughty I may as well
ask the burning question...." He left it hanging in the air

   Alison rolled her eyes "Yes I am wearing a bra - boys honestly!"

   "That wasn't the question" whispered Mark and then when all eyes turned
to him "tights or stockings?"

   The room collapsed.

   "Is that how a boy thinks?" chimed Karen

   "It's how this boy thinks" replied Mark with a grin.

   "What do you think girls" asked Alison

   "Go on - I dare you" responded Helen.

   Alison turned sideways to the group, pushed one leg out and slowly
hoisted her dress.  The velvet material crept slowly up the white silk as
the dress rose higher and higher before giving way to a band of light blue
ribbon and then pale flesh.

   "Well" she asked "do my dress critics approve?"

   "Milady" said Gary rising and performing an elaborate mock bow "you have
made the perfect choice."

   And thus the scene was set.  The morning passed in a haze of costume
changes upon which the boys were invited to comment.  Where comments
suggested changes the girls borrowed and swapped to achieve the results the
boys suggested and by mid afternoon the boys were hailed as fashion heroes.
The accolade was confirmed during multiple telephone conversations the
following morning when Sophie confirmed that the boy that she had her eye
on had been taken with the outfit she wore to last nights party and had
spent all evening fawning over her.

   The boys in their turn, tried to conjure suitable phrases or nuances
that might both convey a cheeky sexual overtone and still maintain their
heterosexual innocence.  They weren't entirely successful but for many days
their gaffs were simply accepted as being that little bit of boy left
within rather than as any kind of threat.

   And so came Christmas and a break from the girls.

   The following Saturday Helen's brother opened the door to the boys.

   "What do you want?" he growled.

   "er, Helen invited us round" replied Mark a little unsteadily.

   The boy thought for a moment before turning his head slightly so that he
maintained eye contact with Mark as he shouted for his sister.

   Helen appeared in an instant.  "You're not being horrible again Steve
are you?"

   "I'm going out" he replied "I guess you'll be safe with these two."

   He pushed past the boys and stormed down the path.

   "Boys" hissed Helen and then "No not you two, come on in and forget the
big lout."

   The boys followed the shapely almost 13 year old into the lounge where
she flopped down on the sofa and beckoned to the boys to grab seats too.

   "Slight change of plans" she announced.  "Family stuff I suppose but
Sophie can't make it, Karen won't be here until about 2.30 and Ali might
not be here until closer to 5.00"

   "You should have called us" said Gary

   "Naw, the folks are out shopping and my big bro isn't much company, I
figured we could hang out for a few hours huh.  C'mon, I'll show you my
room."

   It was pink.  It was very pink.

   "cool huh!" the blonde girl gushed.

   The boys made appreciative noises without actually saying very much.

   Helen through herself onto the bed and rolled over onto her back.  She
wore tight hipster jeans and a white halter top which rode up as her arms
arrived at their destination under her head.  The taut flesh of her stomach
seemed particularly inviting.  The boys looked at each other ad then back
at the girl.

   "What?" she asked

   "Tickle fight" announced Mark

   and as Helen squealed her mock protest the boys dived to either side of
her.  Each one holding one arm out of the way whilst attacking the bare
flesh of her ribs and sating "tickle tickle tickle" as they did so.

   The squeals got louder as their hands moved up her ribcage in unison and
even louder as the material of her top slipped past the bottom of the
slight rise of flesh which evidenced where breast might one day grow.  The
smile grew too and showed no signs of abating when one after the other her
nipples pinged into view.

   Somehow, despite the nipple arrivals the boys managed to concentrate on
the tickling and climbed to her armpits to drive yet more squeals from the
now bare chested girl.  The hands were on automatic pilot though, both sets
of eyes were fixed on the dark erect nipples.

   "I think we should tickle her properly" said Mark

   "Whatever" hissed Gary

   Mark looked around, focused on her bathrobe hanging behind the door and
leaving Gary to control both arms sprang across the room for it.  He was
back in seconds and endured plainly mock protests as he bound Helen's
wrists before securing them to the headboard.  The boys stood to either
side of the bed then and briefly the room fell quiet.

   Mark could almost see the tickertape of thoughts behind her eyes.

   "Tied up, topless, two boys.  Tied up, topless, two boys.  Tied
up........"

   He signalled to Gary and two full pairs of hands attacked the tickle
prisoner.  Squeals replaced thoughts and then altered to "tied up, topless,
two boys who don't care"

   "Top of the thighs" shouted Mark above the squeals.

   "What" came the shouted response from Gary.

   "Top of the thighs are the most ticklish place" his friend assured him
as his hands reached for the girls jeans.

   "No Guys.  Hey stop.  No Listen." The panting girl managed.

   The boys stopped to look at her.

   "I'm having fun and all but you mustn't undo my jeans....ok?"

   "But we can tickle you if we don't undo your jeans?" queried Mark Even
around the top of your thighs?"

   The blond grinned "I'll get you back you know - when the others arrive."

   "Tickle her Gaz" commanded Mark as he moved around to the foot of the
bed.

   Helen was already barefoot.  "That makes it easier" he thought as he
grabbed the bottom of each trouser leg.

   "Keep tickling mate" he said as he pulled sharply.

   "NOOOOO!" wailed Helen "I said you couldn't"

   "You said" relied Mark as the denim slipped off her buttocks "that I
couldn't undo your jeans but I could tickle your thighs." He stopped
pulling the denim.  "That is what you said isn't it?"

   "That's not fair" giggled the girl "you tricked me" she giggled some
more and Mark reapplied his pressure on her jeans.

   They were soon off and the boys stood together at the end of the bed
each holding one ankle.

   Their prize giggled a little nervously as their eyes travelled from her
eyes, to her smile, to the halter top rucked up beneath her chin and on
down to the slight swell of her breasts and the dark firm points of her
nipples.  Down past the firm abdomen to the brief white thong that was the
last vestige of clothing covering her innocence.

   "You swines" she hissed in mock venom "unhand me or I shall call the
police!"

   "I think" said Mark to his friend "That this young vixen needs more
tickling.  I think" he went on over her delighted squeals "that we start
with her feet and then move up her legs to those delightful creamy thighs."

   She wriggled of course, not too hard and certainly not hard enough to
discourage her "attackers" but sure enough they tickled their way all the
way up to that plain white thong.  They dragged her legs open and taking a
side each they tickled that most delicate of areas just below the material.
Helen made no attempt to close her legs, not even when the boys allowed a
hand each to travel upwards to her abdomen.  She did make a mandatory
giggle every now and then but it was almost entirely pretence by that time
and the gasp was one of fulfilled expectation when first one and then both
nipples were gently "tickled".

   She closed her eyes as hands caressed the front of her thong and when
her hands were untied and the boys helped her to her feet she happily
rested between them.  She obligingly lifted her arms as her top was finally
removed and she stood stock still as she was deprived of her thong.

   No pretence of tickling was needed now.  The boys fondled her nipples
and her mound and her firm buttocks as she stood between them.

   "You're not gay are you?" she hissed as Mark finally penetrated her with
his forefinger.

   "that milady" he replied "can be our little secret"

   Helen giggled and the giggle rippled through her body.  Even as she
allowed her hands to seek out the boys crotches the piercing shout of her
brother filled the room.

   "Are the bum boys still here Helen?"

   There was a rush to clothe her, at least in part.  The jeans were tugged
on over her nakedness and her top was hastily dragged back into place
before she stumbled shakily out onto the landing.

   "Be nice Steve - they're just leaving."

   Taking their cue and not asking for any promises the boys moved past
her, down the stair and let themselves out of the front door.

   They were halfway home before they spoke and then the first few
sentences were a rush of excited unintelligible babble.

   "Do you think she'll tell?" asked Gary

   "Who - her parents, her brother?  No I don't think so."

   "What about the others?"

   "I hope not" replied Mark "If she does we're as good as dead."

   End Part 1