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 A tale from krisnjamie.  This is a work of fiction, enjoy it or not but
don't get heated.  It involves themes of a sexual nature.  Some of those
themes may sit uncomfortably with you.  If in doubt don't read it.

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   Summer Sun

   Chris hung up the telephone after a brief but heated conversation with
his father.

   The line had been so crackly that they could barely hear each other.  On
top of that he was having the conversation in the heads' study with the
head pacing around a few feet away ad so could hardly argue his corner.

   The gist of the conversation was that he would be babysitting some girl
on the flight next week.

   Chris muttered all the way back to his dorm room.  He was angry.  Angry
and disappointed.  His normal life was so ordered, so controlled and he
relished the time spent travelling to far flung destinations to meet up
with his parents during the holidays.  It wasn't the leaving or the
arriving that excited him.  No it was the time in between when he was in
charge of his own destiny.  When he could prop up the bar at a coffee shop,
read trashy novels without fear of being judged and take responsibility for
himself.

   Now, with his trip only a week away he found that his wings had been
clipped, his freedom curtailed.

   A few days later he logged on to his web mail account and read the final
details from his father.

   He was to make his own way to Heathrow where he was booked on the
morning flight.  It was his choice whether he went a day early and stayed
in a hotel or simply travelled overnight and slept where he could.  Once at
the airport he was to make his way to the departure lounge and then make
contact with Susan Tyler who should have been delivered to airport staff by
that time.

   The tickets had been bought so that the two of them could travel
together.  Chris was to take good care of the girl, who apparently had
never travelled alone, and they would be met by one set of parents or the
other at the airport.

   Apart from being told that Susan was 12 and scared of flying there was
nothing else.

   At 14 Chris was a seasoned traveller.  He had been making these trips
for the past three years and although he knew that the flight crew kept an
eye on him once on board he felt very much his own person until he gave
himself up to them.

   He printed out that last email, snorted at the prospect of some stupid
girl who was scared of flying and went on with his life.

   School officially finished on the Tuesday.  The flight was on Thursday.

   On Wednesday morning Chris telephoned for a taxi to take him to the
railway station.  Once there he bought a first class ticket and waited
patiently for his train to arrive.  It was only a few minutes late when it
pulled alongside the platform and Chris clambered aboard.  He stowed his
suitcase in the luggage rack near the door and carried his small rucksack
to his seat.  The compartment was almost empty and Chris had a choice of
seats.

   As the train moved away the conductor appeared and asked to check his
ticket.  That done Chris settled down to watch the countryside slip past.

   A couple of thin coffees later and the countryside gave way to housing
and then to light industrial buildings before the larger buildings of the
city crowded in around him.

   Chris was in no hurry when the train finally arrived at the platform. 
He waited for the rush to subside and then, having collected his suitcase,
sauntered down the platform towards the ticket barriers.

   As he walked he weighed up his travel choices, decided on a taxi to
Heathrow and scanned the overhead signs for directions to the taxi rank.

   The cab driver was both pleased and concerned when the boy clambered in
alone and asked to be taken to Heathrow.

   "Don't worry" smiled Chris "I have the cash" he finished knowing exactly
what was worrying the driver.

   The driver pulled away and was soon edging out into the traffic.

   "Traffic's heavy son.  Hope you ain't in a hurry."

   "No, you're alright.  The flight isn't until the morning."

   "You want me to take you straight to the airport or can I recommend a
little hotel nearbye." Asked the cabbie.

   "Thanks but the airport's fine" replied Chris as he watched the London
streets slide past the window.

   Once at the airport he found a burger bar.  Then, hunger appeased, he
wandered the concourses, suitcase trailing behind, until something else
took his fancy.  He ate and wandered, wandered and drank, sat and watched
until around 10.30 that night when the foot traffic started to slow.  Then,
gathering his case and rucksack to him he found three vacant seats and
settled down to sleep.

   Three times he was shaken awake - though he was never far from
wakefulness at any time.

   The first was a pair of police officers, carbines slung over a shoulder.
He had to produce his passport and ticket to convince them that he was a
traveller rather than a runaway.  The next two wake up calls were from a
floor polisher who wanted to move his bags and then, about 4.00 am a
concerned passer by asking where his parents were.

   Around 6.00 he gave up.  He spent 30 minutes in the bathroom cleaning up
and getting changed and then headed off to the check in gates.

   Sure enough they opened for his flight around 7.00 and by 7.30 he was
through security and into the departure lounge.

   Armed with just his rucksack and a ready smile he decided upon breakfast
and coffee before seeking out his charge for the trip.  Then, wide awake
and with a full belly he made his way to the information desk, explained
his need and smiled his appreciation as the tanoy burst into life.

   "Would Miss Tyler, Miss Susan Tyler, please make her way to the
information desk."

   He didn't have to wait long.  A slight girl in a heavy coat scampered up
to the other side of the desk and that is how Chris Manning first met Susan
Tyler.

   "you'll find that coat a bit on the warm side" muttered Chris as they
moved away from the desk together.

   "Maybe" she replied "but it was cold this morning"

   "It's not cold in here" snapped Chris

   "Wearing it's easier than carrying it."

   Chris couldn't argue with that and let it drop.

   Silence descended.

   An hour later and the two youngsters were ushered to seats near the crew
station.

   Chris had given up the window seat for his younger companion and they
sat in uncomfortable silence as other passengers settled in around them. 
Finally the engines started up and a small hand grabbed at Chris.  He
looked at her, saw the fear and leaned over.

   "It's ok.  We won't be taking off for a while yet" he whispered.

   The grip loosened only to tighten again when the plane jerked to
movement and a slow taxi to its' take off position.  Susan listened
intently as the stewardess went through the litany of safety instructions
and then went a paler shade of white as the engines roared and the plane
finally started to move at speed.

   Chris allowed the girl to squeeze his hand as he watched the fear rip
through her face at around the same time as his own elation soared.  His
stomach made that familiar lurch as the plane left the tarmac and he turned
to Susan again.

   "We're up" he hissed "Open your eyes.  Look out of the window."

   Slowly the eyes opened.  They focussed on Chris first and then turned to
peer out of the small window at the ground below.

   Moments later Susan was prodding Chris urgently with impatient demands
that he look at how small the roads were now, how far away the buildings
looked and how pretty the fields were.  Then they were over water and after
a few more minutes the initial excitement left the girl.

   "Sorry" she whispered to the boy

   He looked at her.

   "Sorry for being such a wimp"

   "No probs" the boy laughed "Try and leave my hand in one piece when we
land though huh."

   They ate and slept.  They talked briefly abut nothing important, They
ate again.

   Then they were starting the descent.

   As they got lower and the ground came into focus the girl started out of
the window at the sights below.  Lower still and she gripped his hand and
then, with every realisation of closer earth proximity, the grip tightened.

   Chris winced a little but said nothing.

   Finally there was a bump and then another as the plane finally regained
contact with the ground and Chris prized her fingers from his sore hand.

   "Sorry" she muttered again as she watched him rubbing feeling back into
his fingers.

   The crew held them back as the rush to leave the aircraft took hold and
finally, in relaxed solitude the pair were ushered towards the front of the
plane and the exit.

   Chris held back and watched as the wall of heat hit the girl as she
stepped out of the comfort and security of the air conditioned cabin.  He
watched her waver as she regained her breath and then he too stepped
forward to welcome a lungful of hot and humid air.  The familiar smell of
the country and the airport surged through him and he smiled as he followed
Susan down the steps.

   A short while later Chris helped the girl retrieve her bags from the
conveyor belt and load them onto a trolley he had secured for the two of
them to use and they were off.

   A brief stop at immigration and they headed towards the arrivals lounge.


   The children were met by both sets of parents.  A few pleasantries and
thanks were exchanged and then they went their separate ways.  Chris and
his parents into the city for food and shopping and Susan to her holiday
abode and bed.  She suddenly felt very tired.

   It was several days before the pair met again.

   Despite the fact that they were living mere yards from each other Susan
had taken time to adjust to the heat and time zone differences and had
confined herself to the safety and security of the airy bungalow which her
family had rented.

   Chris had jumped straight back into the life that he relished.  Eating a
leisurely breakfast and then making the short walk to the country club
frequented by the local ex pats.

   At the club he re-affirmed friendships made previously, made a few new
ones and devoid of the regimented shackles of the school routine regressed
to playful childhood.

   In fact, of the children frequenting the club, almost two thirds would
be holiday visitors with only the minority making use of local schooling or
home tutoring and living there all year round.

   Chris quickly got used to living in and around the pool areas.  Snacking
on the thick cut deep fried potatoes and flash fried fish that was the
daytime staple.  Most of the children had access to their parents accounts
and money rarely changed hands.

   Moreover, during the week there was little parental supervision.  Mostly
the men folk would be working and those women who chose not to work (and
there were many) stayed out of the daytime heat and met at each others
homes, or shopped in the vast air conditioned stores nearby.  Those adults
who did venture to the club during the week tended to stay in the clubhouse
and venture into the sunlight only for the occasional dip in the pool.

   There was little danger that could befall the young people.  The club
was within a secure perimeter, patrolled and controlled.  Danger lay in
swimming too soon after food, too much sun or the occasional squabble
between boys that might get out of hand.

   Generally those dangers were kept at bay by common sense and a stern
look from the lifeguards.  Add to that the constant checking by the club
stewards and there were rarely any problems.

   Chris did notice the small group of girls a little older than him.  He
tried not to be too obvious as he ran his eyes over their barely covered
bodies in a line to one side of the pool but they pretty much ignored him
and anybody else younger than them or not part of their approved group.

   Still Chris and one or two others of similar ages did sit and mutter
whilst waiting for their food to be digested.  The language was largely
uncensored and involved giggled remarks about tits and cunts and arses.

   There was a third group of young people.  Those under 10 or so, who were
generally only at the club when accompanied and, by some unwritten rule,
kept away from the older age groups.

   And so it was on the first Saturday that Susan Tyler came to be
introduced to the middle group.

   Chris had been at the club since about 10.00 am.  His parents caught up
with him around 11.30 said a brief hello to him and his friends and slipped
into the air conditioned clubhouse to partake of a few drinks before lunch.

   Around 12.15 one of the stewards invited him to go in for lunch.  Chris
dutifully slipped away from the group, changed into more formal attire
(consisting of a short sleeved shirt over cotton shorts) and joined his
parents and others in the dining area.

   In fact he was to be part of a larger party.

   With his parents were the childless Johnsons and the Tylers.  Susan said
a nervy hello as he joined them and then sat on the opposite side of the
capacious round table saying nothing for the duration of the meal.

   Chris noticed that her eyes had a sparkle to them and then turned his
attention to the food that was placed before him.

   The meal over and the group retired to a collection of sofas and chairs
for coffee and more drinks.

   Chris waited a suitable time before asking if he could be excused and
managed to keep his annoyance hidden when asked to wait so that Susan could
change and go to the pool with him.

   Both children left the group together and Chris, quick to divest himself
of unnecessary clothing, returned in short order to wait with the adults
for Susan to show up.

   For her part, Susan was a little wary of walking back through the
clubhouse wearing her bikini.  At 12 she was just starting to become a
little self conscious about her body and would have preferred the safety of
her usual one piece costume.  She was slightly horrified when it simply
hadn't fitted her and failed to argue her case when her mother took her
shopping for a new bikini or two.

   "Nonsense Susan" her mother had reproached "You're a very pretty girl
and you might as well start making the most of yourself."

   The girl walked cautiously back towards the group.  Chris had his back
to her as he leaned against the side of one of the sofas chatting happily
despite his lack of clothing.

   In fact the boy was dressed in modest swimming shorts.  The few days in
the sun had given his torso a healthy glow and she could see the muscular
nature of his legs and shoulders that told tales of a boy who loved sport.

   "Ah there you are" announced her father "Thought that you'd got lost. 
Now off you go.  Chris will look after you.  Thanks Chris" her father
finished dismissing the pair as a steward brought yet another round of
drinks.

   "Hi" started Chris before the words dried in his throat and his eyes
flashed up and down the girls barley concealed body.

   He motioned her towards the doors and followed a few paces behind
staring intently at the tightly stretched cloth covering her backside.

   He caught up with her as they left the building.

   "You look nice" he managed

   Susan blushed.

   Chris introduced her to the group and stood to one side as greetings
were exchanged.

   "Fit or what?" hissed Sammy into his ear.

   Chris looked at the boy and then at Susan who was chatting more
comfortably with one of the few girls in the group.

   He saw her properly for the first time.

   Her long slender legs gave way to a tight flat stomach with no race of
the puppy fat that many of the others carried.  Her breasts were small but
full enough to fill the cups of her bikini and she suddenly became less of
a painful child and more of a desirable plaything.

   "Be nice Sammy" he managed

   "What, you claiming her already?" Sammy shot back.

   "Just be nice.  OK" Chris warned.

   The next few hours were spent in and out of the water.  Whenever Chris
thought to look for Susan she was either chatting with one of the girls or
backing away from one of the boys.  The more the boys moved towards her the
more determinedly protective Chris got.

   Eventually, many drinks later, the various parents claimed their
offspring and with a collection of taxis and lifts made their way to their
various homes.

   Sunday was different again.

   The club was hosting a small swimming gala against another club from a
little way up the coast.

   By and large the event was run and organised by the staff.  Parents
spent their time in the clubhouse or at the bar and ventured outside only
for those races that featured their particular offspring.

   Chris was sat on the floor watching a sprint relay.  Susan was sat a
little way behind with Louise and Sammy was hovering close behind them.

   "Chris" called his father "you're in the next race - best go get
changed."

   "I didn't enter anything" shouted Chris above the hubbub

   "I entered you - c'mon you'll enjoy it."

   Chris got up and stomped off towards the clubhouse.

   "Where's he going" asked Susan.

   "To get changed silly" replied Louise.

   "He's already wearing his shorts"

   Louise laughed "Why do you think I sit here and watch this?"

   Susan shrugged her shoulders.

   Louise shook her head and simply pointed to where a group of older boys
were climbing back out of the pool following their relay.

   There wasn't a pair of shorts in sight.  All of them sported tight
speedos and Susan suddenly realised what Louise was hinting at and failed
to suppress a giggle.

   Louise giggled back "Time to see what your Chris has to offer"

   "He's not my Chris" snapped Susan defensively

   Louise just giggled some more.

   Still, Susan found herself watching the path from the changing area
quite intently after that.

   "There he is" hissed Louise as she poked Susan in the ribs.  "Oh nice
package!"

   "LOUISE!" squealed Susan as her eyes sought the boy out and then dropped
to his waistband and below.

   "Well I would" Louise continued

   "You would what!" exclaimed Susan still not taking her eyes off the boy
marching towards the pool.

   "You know.  A bit of show and tell."

   "Louise!" whined a slightly horrified Susan

   "Look there's Sammy" said Louise pointing "Nice but not quite so
inviting huh?"

   Susan looked at the boy, checked out his tight speedos and turned to her
friend "You wouldn't?"

   Louise winked, giggled and stood to move toward the pool for a better
view of the race.  Susan followed half a pace behind.

   "Grab a towel" advised Louise "when they climb out you can offer it to
them and get an even better look"

   "Louise!" squealed Susan again.

   Still as the race started and the mass of boy flesh scythed through the
water she did find herself holding a towel.

   This was the first heat.  First four went through to the final.

   As the boys headed for the finish both girls found themselves jumping up
and down and squealing for them to hurry.  Eventually Chris came in second
and Sammy a close third.  Both were through.

   The boys trooped out of the water and the Louise led the charge towel
outstretched.  She got to Sammy first and the boy took the towel smiling
happily.  Susan held hers out for Chris.  The boy stood dripping for a
moment and then took it from her and wrapped it around his shoulders.

   The group made their way across the lawn to where they had been camped.

   "Coming to change?" Chris asked Sammy

   "No point" interrupted Louise "You'll only have t change back into wet
trunks next time."

   The boys looked at each other and then at Louise.

   "Ok then, I quite like the view" she admitted

   Susan gasped, Chris let his jaw drop and Sammy laughed.

   "no fair girls" he said

   "Why so?" queried Louise

   "Well you're both in shorts and tee shirts."

   "Well we can't use the pool can we?" snapped Louise

   "No" smiled Sammy "But you can improve the view."

   Louise grinned, held out her hand to Susan and said "C'mon girlfriend"

   "what was that all about?" asked Chris as the two girls grabbed their
bags and headed off toward the clubhouse.

   "Duh!" snapped Sammy

   "You mean ........"

   Sammy just nodded and raised two thumbs.

   The girls were back in double quick time and Sammy, in particular, made
no attempt to hide the fact that he was busy undressing them still further
in his minds eye.

   "Sammy Jarvis" said Louise sternly "I ban you from thinking like that."

   "Who me?" the boy queried innocently.

   There were giggles and the foursome settled down to nibble on snacks,
drink coke and wait for the boys next race.

   In fact the boys ate and drank little.  They simply watched the girls
watching them.  They studied their bodies quietly and openly and, just a
little less openly, the girls returned the favour.

   The race finally came and the girls crept forward once more to watch the
boys thrash through the water.  This time Sammy outdid Chris but both were
beaten by a member of the visiting team and Chris was sullen if not grumpy
as he took the offered towel and stomped off towards the clubhouse.

   "Doesn't like to lose" announced Louise to his back and then, turning to
her compatriot "He didn't lose very often last summer."

   "You knew him last summer?" queried Susan

   "Yeah him and Sammy both."

   "Were you quite so obvious then?" Susan chirped

   Louise laughed "They weren't quite so....  So well developed last year."
She giggled

   Susan punched her young friend on the shoulder, gently of course.





   The group parted company shortly after the gala finished.  En masse they
agreed to meet up again the following morning and, when Susan mentioned it
to her parents, Chris was asked if he would mind walking her to the club.

   The boy managed to keep the smile from his face as he agreed timings.

   Monday morning came soon enough.

   Chris wandered the short distance to the Tyler bungalow, knocked and
waited for an answer.

   Susan bounded into view a moment or two later, called a cheery goodbye
to her mother and the pair set off for the short walk to the club.

   Pretty soon Susan was in the changing rooms.  Louise joined her just as
she finished tugging her bikini top into place and Susan sat on a bench and
chatted as her friend changed into her own bikini and then they were off.

   Chris and Sammy were dawdling around the diving boards with a couple of
other lads from the group but they broke off and walked to meet the girls
as they emerged from the changing area.

   "Nice bikinis" smiled Sammy

   Louise looked pointedly at the shorts the boys were wearing.

   "Would look a bit strange with no races" explained Sammy quickly.

   "yeah but....." sighed Louise

   By 10.30 the group had grown to 8.  Five boys and three girls.

   An improvised game of tag started with a part water filled beach ball
being hurled by the chaser.  Anybody hit was the new chaser.  Anybody hit
knew they were the new chaser as the water filled missile carried a
smarting sting if it hit you right.

   The chaser changed regularly and within the hour all of the group were
sporting tender red areas where the beach ball had been slammed into them.
A halt was called for food and refreshments and plates of fried potato
wedges and copious quantities of ketchup were devoured in minutes.

   That done and with the water out of bounds until the food had bee
digested a discussion sprang up as to the next game.  Hide and seek was
proposed and laughed down.  Eventually the group settled on, yes you
guessed it, hide and seek.

   Another round of debating saw Carl Martin abandoned to the count as the
other 7 children spread out.

   Louise, Susan Sammy and Chris all headed in the same direction.

   They stopped at the edge of the lawn and looked back to where Carl was
standing, alone and counting.

   "Time for show and tell?" squeaked Louise

   Susan stared wide eyed, Chris and Sammy didn't get the joke and finally
Louise giggled, grabbed Sammy by the hand and raced off towards the
changing area.

   "What was that all about?" asked Chris

   "Tell you in a minute" clamoured Susan "we have to hide first."

   Chris led the way towards the squash courts and, checking that nobody
was in sight, slipped around the side of the large building.

   Susan followed on.

   At the back of the building Chris hammered up some steel steps beckoning
Susan to follow him.

   At the top of the steps was a small flat roof surrounded by a low wall.

   "Fire escape from the courts" explained Chris as he saw the question in
her eyes.  "Totally out of bounds though.  Don't tell anybody we came
here."

   "ok" the girl whispered

   They sat silently, slightly apart, backs to the wall.

   "What was Louise going on about?" asked Chris eventually.

   "You don't wanna know" Susan replied

   "Go on.  Tell." The boy urged.

   Susan rolled her eyes and quietly explained the previous days
conversation.

   "Shit!" exclaimed Chris "Her and Sammy?"

   Susan nodded "Guess so."

   Silence extended.  Occasional shouts advertised the capture of the
unlucky early ones.

   "You wanna?" asked Chris quietly.

   Susan pretended ignorance

   "You know.  The show and tell thing." The boy went on.

   "Dunno" the girl replied cautiously

   "Ever done it before?" Chris asked

   Susan shook her head.

   "You?" she asked

   "Not quite" he announced "Last year one of the older girls brought me
here but I chickened out."

   "She brought you here?"

   "Yeah.  She said it was safe `cos we couldn't be seen and we'd hear
anybody coming up the stairs."

   "Guess so" said Susan thoughtfully.

   "So you wanna?" asked Chris again.

   "Will you tell?"

   "Tell who?"

   "Sammy.  Anybody"

   "Not if you don't want me to"

   "I don't want you to" she confirmed

   "So we doing it then?" Chris asked after a brief moment.

   "Who goes first?"

   "We take turns" said the boy eagerly "You take your top off, I take my
shorts off and then...."

   Susan didn't argue.  Couldn't think of a reason to argue.

   She leaned forward and reached behind to undo the catch to her top. 
Then quietly and determinedly not looking at Chris she pulled the material
free of her chest.  Briefly she covered herself with her knees but as the
boy stared intently she lowered her legs and Chris got his first look at
naked tits.

   "Nice" he said after a minute or two

   "Thanks" she mumbled

   Eventually Chris regained his composure and hoisted himself off the
floor.  He undid the drawstring to his swim shorts and pushed them down to
his knees.  A slightly enlivened penis bobbed in the sunlight.  Susan
stared.  She took in the small bush at its base, the ring towards the top
and the movement as his blood pulsed.

   "Your turn" he reminded the girl after a little while longer.

   Susan got to her knees, took a deep breath and shoved her bikini bottoms
south.

   She knelt there, taking in the growing penis before her even as Chris
moved to look closely at the sex before him.

   He noticed a few wisps of pale hair and was suddenly desperate to see
more.

   "Can I touch?" he asked holding his breath.

   "'spose so" she replied bracing herself as his hand moved towards her.

   Despite his gentleness she wasn't ready for the profoundness of the
impact as his palm moulded itself to her mound.  She gasped out loud.

   "Did I hurt you?" he asked pulling his hand away.

   "No.  No it's alright.  Nobody ever touched me like that is all.

   Chris smiled and returned his hand to her groin.

   Susan tentatively reached out and found his hardening erection.  They
touched each other, gently and without thought.

   Shouts from Sammy drifted between them.

   "Chris - Susan!" he was shouting.  "Come out - you won."

   Chris tugged his shorts back into place.

   "I'll go out first" he announced.  "I'll go round the other way.  You go
back the way we came in."

   She smiled at him as she secured her bikini top.

   It was late in the day when she found herself alone with Louise.  The
bulk of the group had left and Sammy and Chris were in the pool with Mathew
Townsend.  The girls sat and watched.

   "You were hiding a long time" said Louise suddenly.

   "Found a good place" Susan answered

   Louise giggled "Did Chris find a good place too?"

   "Must have" answered Susan ignoring the innuendo.

   "Did the speedos lie?" Louise asked

   Susan managed a horrified reaction.  "You didn't.  Not you and Sammy?"

   Louie rocked onto the back foot of the discussion.

   "Well just a bit maybe."

   "Tell me" demanded Susan, shock evident in her young face.

   Louise explained how she had hinted at Sammy.  How he had been afraid of
being caught and how they had agreed just to look into each others pants.
She described in detail how she had pulled his waistband towards her and
stared at the half awake monster within.  She described still further how
that monster had grown when Sammy peered down the front of her own bikini
bottoms and how it had popped out of the top of his shorts when she had
failed to stop him mauling her breasts through her top.  At that point they
had heard somebody coming and rushed to cover everything up.

   "Would you do it again?" asked Susan

   "Too right.  As soon as I can think of where!" Louise hissed

   Susan started at her friend in apparent awe.

   The following morning Chris arrived at Susans' home and knocked as
before.

   Susan opened the door almost immediately.

   "Come in" she urged half dragging the boy into the spacious lounge area.
"I'm just getting my stuff ready." She offered by way of explanation.

   "Hello Chris" said Mrs Tyler as she entered the room from the other
side. "It's good of you to befriend Susan like this."

   "No probs Mrs Tyler.  We all get on well."

   "That's good.  Any particular plans for today?"

   "not really" the boy lied having spent much of the night planning on how
to get the girl out of her bikini again.

   "oh well I suppose that you'll meet up with the rest of the gang at the
club then."

   "Yeah that's the idea" said Chris quietly.

   The two youngsters left the bungalow a few moments later with the usual
stream of safety messages and words of adult wisdom ringing in their ears.

   "Got your bikini with you?" Chris asked.

   "Uh-huh" came the reply.

   "Wanna play hide and seek again?" the boy asked as nonchalantly as he
could.

   "Maybe.  Have to see what the others want huh!" Susan giggled

   In fact they had company all day long.  There was no opportunity for
hide and seek or any other kind of private games and Chris walked the short
distance between the Tyler household and his own home kicking his chin
along as he went.

   Susan watched as he sullenly picked his way down the street.  She smiled
to herself and then went inside.

   Wednesday came and went much like Tuesday and on Thursday Chris was late
knocking on the door.

   Susan quickly dragged him inside and shut the door behind him.

   "C'mon" she hissed "I'll show you my room."

   The boy followed on behind.

   "This is it" she announced

   It was bland.  No significant personal decoration or adornment.  It was
much like his room.  A temporary resting place for a temporary visitor.

   "Nice" he muttered.

   "Not it's not" Susan replied bluntly "But it is private."

   Chris looked at her with renewed interest.

   "Mum went shopping with friends and the maid is at the market.  We have
about half an hour before we need to leave.  Unless you wanna go now that
is."

   "Shit no!" exclaimed Chris.

   Susan giggled.

   "We could save time when we get to the club if we put our suits on now."
She offered

   "I guess" said the boy already tugging his tee shirt over his head.

   His shorts came off next and he was about to shove his underpants south
when he realised that Susan, still fully dressed, was just watching him.

   "Go on" she urged "I wanna see."

   The boy smiled as he slipped out of his underwear and stood wearing
sandals and a smile before his new best friend.

   "Not really awake yet huh" Susan whispered looking at his crotch.

   Chris looked down and then back at the girl smiling.

   "Needs a reason to get up" he offered.

   Susan giggled, tugged her own shirt over her head and pushed her small
breasts out as far as they could go.  She posed for a moment or two.

   "Any signs of life?" she asked

   Chris smiled at her.

   Susan unzipped the front of her shorts and allowed them to fall to the
floor.  Her white cotton panties followed suit and the two naked youths
stood facing each other in silence.

   Eventually Susan looked down.

   "Starting to wake up then" she noticed.  "We don't have long - can I
touch?"

   "Shit yes!" answered the boy as the two of them moved closer together.

   His hands found her mound and her breasts.  Her fingers wrapped around
his growing erection.  They toyed and stroked for a few more minutes before
Susan called a halt.

   "We have to be gone before the maid gets back" she explained as she
tugged her bikini bottoms into place.  "What?" she asked when she realised
that a naked boy was still standing and staring at her.

   ""Your really pretty Susan" he blurted as he fumbled to get into his own
swim shorts.

   She grinned and carried on dressing.

   Louise sidled over to her almost as soon as they arrived at the club.

   "Where you two been?" she asked

   "We were running a bit late so I changed at home" answered the 12 year
old as she shimmied out of her shorts at the side of the pool.

   "Yeah me too" chirped Chris as his own outer wear was discarded.

   "You were both running late and you both changed?" smiled Louise

   "Yeah.  So?" said Chris and with that he left his gear and jumped into
the pool to swim over to where Sammy and a couple of others were chatting.

   "You done some show and tell girlfriend?" asked Louise

   "What are the boys laughing about?" she responded

   "Dunno" replied Louise

   "Let's go ask" suggested Susan as she jumped into the pool.

   In fact the boys fell silent as the girls swam over.  Muttered something
about a silly joke and a game of pool tag ensued.

   Carl started as it, quickly caught Mathew and he then tagged Sammy.

   Sammy went straight for a now squealing Louise who stifled her squeals
and swam strongly towards the deep end.

   She was no match for Sammy though and he caught up quickly.  He swam
alongside for a couple of strokes and then tagged her by slipping his hand
between her legs as she swam.

   Louise opened her mouth, took a mouthful of water and ended up treading
water as she coughed and spluttered.

   When she recovered she caught Susan who, after several failed attempts,
managed to tag a rather slow to move Chris.  He smiled at her before
swiftly chasing down Carl.  Carl looked at the girls and focussed on
Louise.

   Once again the girl was separated from the herd and once again she swam
towards the deep end.  Carl wasn't as quick as Sammy but his powerful arms
and longer legs made an impact and he soon overhauled Louise who stopped to
tread water whilst the inevitable tag happened.

   She was shocked then when rather than a simple tag Carl too slipped a
hand between her thighs as she trod water.  When Mathew used exactly the
same technique a few turns later se called a halt to the game and, after
some futile attempts, finally got Sammy off to one side.

   "You told them!" she stated

   "What?" the boy tried with his most innocent face

   "You told them and now they think that they can touch me."

   "Didn't think you'd mind" the boy whispered shuffling his feet.

   "Jeez!" snarled Louise as she stomped off.

   Susan saw the interaction and ran after her friend.

   There were tears.  There were hugs.

   "He didn't think I'd mind!" Louise hollered.  "Now they all think they
can cop a feel"

   "Have they?" queried Susan

   "What?"

   "Have they all touched you?" Susan asked quietly.

   "Well yeah ......  `cept Chris"

   "Well that's the end of it then." Announced her friend "You need to have
a chat and tell them there's no more is all.  I'll come with you if you
like."

   Louise looked at the other girl.

   "Yeah, maybe you're right.  I'll do it now."

   "You want me and Chris to come along." Asked Susan

   "Naw it's cool.  I'll just get embarrassed if you're there"

   "You sure?"

   "Sure."

   The girls made their way back to the group of slightly sorry looking
teenage boys.

   "C'mon Chris, let's go for a walk" said Susan.

   As she led him away she told him what had been happening.

   "Kinda knew" he muttered "Sammy said I should too.  I didn't though!" he
added hurriedly

   "I know you didn't.  Thank you" replied Susan quietly.

   The pair walked around the perimeter for a while and then made their way
back to where the group had been encamped.  There was no sign of Louise or
the boys.

   Susan looked about frantically.

   "you know Suse" started Chris "She might like it."

   Susan turned on him in fury.

   "Suse, you don't know her.  Sammy this year, Carl last year and an older
boy the year before.  She has a bit of a rep."

   "Chris!" stormed Susan "She was really upset."

   "Yeah maybe, but she kinda likes boys.  She likes boys a lot."

   "Where will they have gone?" Susan demanded

   "Dunno, behind the squash courts maybe."

   "Why there?" she snapped and then looked at the pain in his eyes.  "Did
you tell Sammy?"

   "No.  Nothing about you and me."

   "Then what?" snapped the girl.

   Chris looked at Susan and then looked away.

   "Well?" the girl demanded

   "I just told him how quiet it was behind the squash courts."

   Susan turned and stomped off across the lawn.  Chris scurried along
behind her.

   Chris caught the girl as they arrived at the side of the building.  He
grabbed her arm, forced her to slow and then motioned for her to be quiet.
She calmed down by then and allowed Chris to take the lead as the couple
slipped silently along the edge of the wall.

   They arrived at the corner and Chris peeked around.  He jerked his head
back and suggested that they retrace their steps.  Susan stared at him with
a touch of anger, brushed past him and quietly popped her own head around
the corner.

   They hadn't taken her up the steps to the raised platform.  Just to the
rear of the building.

   Louise stood, naked save for her sandals, leaning against the
whitewashed wall.  Her bikini top was on the floor a short distance away.
Her bikini bottoms were a few feet further away.

   Three near naked boys surrounded her.

   Nobody had noticed Susan watching and she encouraged Chris to follow her
as she moved quietly around the corner.  The two youngsters watched in
silence as the boys molested Louise, probing her body with hands and
fingers.  For her turn Louise was stroking the three bobbing erections in
turn.

   "Fuck" said Chris simply

   There was a brief flurry of activity as the boys registered who it was
but Louise made no attempt to cover up or stop their molestations and
seemed, instead, to manhandle the boys more furiously to regain their
attention.  Quickly all thoughts of the two member audience left the group
and Louise had the full attention of the boys.

   Chris moved slightly.  To get a better look Susan realised with some
horror.  She wasn't about to relinquish that particular possession and
instead she took control of her boy the only way she could think of at the
time, sliding her hand into his swim shorts to grip his teenage brain.

   She tried to guide him back around the corner, erection in her hand, but
it was not to be.  Instead Chris turned her back to the wall and
reciprocated by shoving his own hand down the front of her bikini bottoms.

   "Kiss me" he commanded.

   Susan glanced sideways at the show going on a few feet away and then
reached up with her mouth and kissed him full on the lips for the first
time.

   She was lost in that kiss and with that hand, that wandering hand, doing
things that shouldn't be allowed in places that should be kept private.  A
glowing ember in the pit of her stomach caught fire and the heat rose
within.  She shoved her second hand down the boys swim shorts and, in doing
so, shoved the futile garment down.  Chris greeted her renewed attention
with a vigour of his own shoving her bikini top up and under her chin and
her bottoms down to her knees.  He pressed against her near naked body with
his own and growled his lust in her ear.  His fingers sought and found the
entrance to her sex and the young girl was penetrated for the first time.
She gasped, tensed and relaxed all in the same instant.

   Meanwhile, a few feet away, Louise shuddered as an explosive orgasm
ripped through her.  She briefly registered the look of power and
domination on Carls' face as she slipped down the wall in a crumpled heap
and then watched as the boys turned, as one, hands flying up and down
individual erections, to gaze upon the nude newbie nearby.

   Susan became aware of the extra attention quite quickly.  She allowed
her hands to leave Chris and went instead to retrieve her errant bikini
bottoms.

   It was not to be.

   "Leave them." Snapped Chris "No, take them off." He corrected.

   He enforced his command with a second finger probing her depths and
Susan did, indeed, push down instead of pulling up.

   Briefly she threatened to topple over as the material collected around
her ankles but she found a way to extricate a foot and left her bikini
bottoms wrapped redundantly around one ankle.

   "Sammy" snapped Chris "Get her top off her"

   Susan reddened but offered no objection as the other boy approached and
freed that last vestige of fabric from about her neck.

   "Good girl" hissed Chris as he manipulated his fingers in the young
girls cunt.

   Susan didn't remember much more.  Feelings rose that had never risen
before.  That, combined with the heat, or any other reasonable excuse,
caused her orgasm to be followed by a period of total insensibility as she
too slid down the wall and onto the warm ground below.

   Susan was vaguely aware of hands gripping her and she blinked her eyes
open against the sun to see Sammy towering over her prone body.

   "Looking good Susan" he said as he slipped two fingers into her.
   End