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Story title : Jane

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Jane (mf-teens, rom, bbw)
by HenryG (spykke_jones@hotmail.com)

***

Larger women are lovely and Jane was no exception. She 
had a tough time but turned out to be a great friend and 
lover.

***

This story is dedicated to all of those folk who 
genuinely love larger women. I have a liking for larger 
ladies - I've been married to one for 30 years. The story 
is a little cheesy and very self-indulgent being more 
about love than out and out sex. I've tried to have a 
blend of sex, comedy and tragedy but proved surprising 
difficult to write.

****

The football soared high into the air only to be followed 
by a group of screaming kids sprinting across the school 
playing field to be the first to reach it.

"Bloody first years," Simon muttered as we walked across 
the field towards school. Another day of toil at St 
Agnes' school faced us. Simon and I were in the lower 
sixth form, making us both 17 years old. As members of 
the elite in the school we found the noise and 
misbehaviour of the youngest kids irritating in extreme.

Maybe I should tell you about ourselves. I'm Henry 
Stevens, six foot, rugby loving and reasonably academic, 
I like to think that I mix rugged good looks with a hard, 
strong body and a great mind. Mind you, the other guys I 
know wouldn't agree but there's no harm in selling 
yourself hard. 

In truth most of the stuff I said is true. I play rugby 
for the first team and enjoy a good ruck. I'm head boy of 
the school, a post I like to think is due to all my fine 
characteristics but the guys reckon its just because they 
wanted a hard man to keep the other kids in line.

I'm studying law, economics and politics. I chose these 
subjects because they offer several lucrative career 
moves whether as a lawyer, a politician or an accountant 
- can't lose either way.

Simon Harris was my best mate. A total nutter who would 
sooner get pissed than play a game of football but who 
had the finest intellect I had ever encountered. Although 
he was an irrepressible jokester I had no doubt 
whatsoever that he would take a first class degree at 
Oxbridge without any problem. He was studying the 
subjects as me but was clear in his objectives. Simon had 
every intention of become a barrister and again I had no 
doubt that he would do well.

The bell was just ringing as we reached the sixth form 
building. The first lecture of day was "The origins of 
English law" - a subject guaranteed to send the most 
enthusiastic student to sleep. The room was fairly full 
when we arrived. Sat in it's usual place at the front was 
the "St Agnes mafia". This was a group of five girls 
comprising of Shirley Foster and her four sycophants. 
Shirley's father was a high court judge and her family 
lived in a huge mansion in the most expensive part of 
town.

Shirley had an attitude problem. In essence she 
considered herself to be of god-like stature. The rest of 
us were no better than unwashed peasants. Apart from 
being unspeakably spoiled she also was the foxiest bird 
in the school. She had the usual attributes - blonde, 
slim, fine large tits, a cute rear and long, slim legs. 

Every guy I knew would willingly give her a good shafting 
but she never let any of us get a look in. None of us was 
worthy even to go on a date with her. Simon had once 
suggested that god had been so busy giving her the 
perfect body that he forgot to give her a cunt. Purely 
speculation but I would have loved to have had the chance 
to check it out.

Mr Syme, our lecturer had arrived and launched into the 
days lecture. No sooner had he started than the door 
opened and a late-comer crept in. The "mafia" gave a 
groan of derision as the figure tried to remain 
inconspicuous as she walked up the aisle. It was Jane 
Roberts.

Every class has a victim. That misfit or pariah that the 
nasty bullying faction love to abuse. Jane's problem was 
simply that she was overweight and she dressed scruffily. 
She had long brunette hair which always looked unkept and 
greasy and her standard clothing was a long, loose skirt, 
a baggy black sweater and doc Martens boots. She was 
actually quite a pretty girl but that didn't seem to 
matter to the mafia.

I personally had nothing against Jane. I had only spoken 
to her once or twice so I hadn't had a chance to get to 
know her. She seemed pretty shy and very defensive. I 
suppose what was most unfortunate is that none of us did 
anything to help Jane out - something I'm not proud of.

"When you're ready miss Roberts." Mr Syme's voice boomed 
out, "I would like to resume the lecture."

Jane blushed with embarrassment and shuffled into her 
seat. I felt really sorry for her and quietly resolved to 
watch out for Jane.

****

It was raining heavily when we left after the last 
lecture. I saw Jane approaching as I was getting into my 
Golf Gti. Recalling my earlier promise I called out to 
her.

"Can I give you a lift?"

She looked surprised, mumbled "no thanks" and walked off 
in the rain. Very strange.

When I got home I found mum and dad browsing holiday 
brochures in the lounge. I grabbed a can of coke and 
joined them.

Unlike most kids, I had an excellent relationship with my 
parents. Somehow they had managed to tread a fine line as 
parents of allowing me freedom to do my own thing without 
either spoiling me or allowing me to run riot. We had a 
strong relationship based on respect and trust. Dad was a 
chemical engineer and mum a lawyer. 

After a few years of following their own careers they had 
formed a consultancy providing advice to chemical 
companies on safety, legal and compliance issues. They 
had found an excellent niche and were doing very well - 
in fact, we were pretty well off. 

We lived in a huge house - much too large for just the 
three of us. Two B'mers on the drive along with my little 
Gti.

"What gives?" I asked as I cracked my can.

"We're pretty well finished the Acme chemicals safety 
report and we think we deserve a long skiing holiday the 
Christmas. Interested?" Dad replied.

I knew that they had worked non-stop for the last three 
months on the Acme job and that it had earned them a 
mint. They deserved some serious chill time. I didn't 
really fancy skiing and thought it would be nice to be on 
my own.

"Sounds good but if you don't mind, I would rather stay 
here."

I saw mum give dad a quick look of concern and I guessed 
what she was thinking.

"I suppose you are old enough but we will be away at 
least a month." Mum finally spoke.

"But no wrecking the house with parties." Dad added.

"As if." I put on my most angelic face. They both 
laughed. They knew how much I liked to party but they 
also knew that my group of friends were OK.

"Enough of this," Dad interrupted, we have planning to do 
and you could get a couple of hours study in before 
dinner.

"Sure," I replied and rose to leave.

"And keep your stereo turned down," Mum added.

*****

A couple of days later I was on lunch time patrol duty. 
This involved walking the school area checking for kids 
misbehaving. I was stood chatting up a very attractive 
girl in fifth form when I saw Jane approaching. She 
stopped and after a long moment of hesitation asked if 
she could speak to me. 

Being head boy has a number of perks including a study 
where I can retire to work. Not only does this room have 
a desk but I also have a leather couch, radio and kettle. 
A real home from home.

"Lets go to my study, we can talk in private there," I 
suggested.

After making coffee, I sat down on the couch next to 
Jane.

"What can I do for you?" I asked, smiling.

Again she hesitated as if trying to work out what to say.

"Y.you know how Shirley Foster and her friends are so 
nasty to me all the time?" I nodded encouragingly. "Well 
they've started sending me hate mail. I don't know what 
to do." I could see her eyes filling with tears and she 
began to sob. I put my arm around her shoulders and tried 
to reassure her.

Once her sobs had subsided I asked to see the letters. 
There were five of them, all with a similar theme:

"Piss off you fat slag. We don't need your type here, go 
back to where you belong, in the gutter."

One of them threatened her with a good kicking.

"How do you know it's Shirley?" I asked.

"I saw one of the gang slip a letter into my locker when 
she thought I wasn't around."

I sat back and thought for a couple of minutes. Shirley 
wasn't the type to back off just because I told her. If I 
could fix her then I knew that her buddies would run off 
like frightened rabbits. The only option was to play 
dirty.

"I think I know how to fix her but it will involve you 
getting some more aggro. Can you hack it?"

Jane nodded.

"Anything to get them off my back."

I explained my plan and suggested that we execute it 
after school.

****

It was pouring with rain after school when I hid myself 
in bushes at the side of the school field. I knew that 
Shirley and her crew passed this way on the way home and 
I had armed myself with a camera and telephoto lens. In a 
while I saw the mafia leave school and start across the 
field. Jane had also been watching and left on a parallel 
course to them.

One of the mafia spotted Jane and gave a shout. I heard 
Shirley shout out, "Get her!!"

I began taking pictures as they ran after her. Jane began 
to run but deliberately let them catch her. With a push 
she was knocked to the ground and the mafia circled her. 
First the contented themselves with smearing her with mud 
but Shirley soon grew bored and began kicking her. I ran 
off half a dozen shots, including two of Shirley putting 
in the boot and ran on the field to stop matters.

I shouted out and the girls stopped.

"What he hell is going on?" I shouted. The girls looked 
at me with blank insolence. Jane lay on floor, wet, muddy 
and sobbing.

"She called us names and we taught her a lesson." Shirley 
was unrepentant.

"I want to talk to you, the rest of you clear off before 
I put you on report." I wanted to sort Shirley out on her 
own. The others walked off reluctantly and stood by the 
road waiting muttering to each other. I turned my 
attention to Shirley.

"I know you are lying, I saw everything. Jane didn't call 
you any names, your attack was unprovoked."

"Prove it if you can," Shirley wasn't about to roll over.

"Oh I can prove it. You see I have the whole event on 
film. Lucky for Jane I was taking some photos of the 
school building when it started."

Shirley's face was now pale and her look of aggression 
had gone.

"It seems to me that your father and the headmaster 
really wouldn't like to see these photos. I can just 
imagine the judge's reaction to seeing his daughter 
commit assault." I paused to let the thought sink in.

"You wouldn't dare!" she snapped with a little less 
bravado than before.

"Just try me. You've behaved like a spoilt little shit 
for far too long, I'm going to fix you for good." I let 
that sink in for a moment.

"Let me tell you what is going to happen." I continued. 
"You are going to be nice to Jane from now on. So are 
your friends. You will treat her with respect. If either 
you or your friends say or do anything out of line, I 
will send copies to the photographs to your father, the 
headmaster and the local paper. Is the crystal clear?"

Shirley gulped and nodded.

"Pardon? I can't hear you."

"Yes. I understand."

"Now apologise to Jane."

Shirley paused and finally spoke.

"I'm sorry Jane."

I could see she hated having to do it, her expression was 
like someone who had just had a prickly cactus shoved up 
their arse.

"Good girl now clear off. I'll be watching you."

Shirley walked off to join her friends.

Jane was still sobbing.

"Sorry I was slow in stopping them but I needed to get 
the evidence. Did they hurt you?"

"I'm OK. I'll have a few bruises but it was worth it. 
Jane grinned, her face almost comical with it's mud and 
tear streaks.

*****

I insisted that I gave her a lift home. For some reason 
Jane was reluctant but she finally acquiesced.

Apart from telling me where she lived Jane sat quietly 
during the drive. Her home was in a block of flats on a 
notoriously rough estate on the outskirts of town. I 
parked up and in spite of her protests insisted in 
walking with her to her door. I was a little concerned 
that in spite of her claims of being OK that she might be 
in shock. I thought it best to explain this to her 
parents.

The block of flats was run down and well sprayed with 
graffiti. Almost inevitably the lifts were broken and we 
had to walk to the sixth floor. The door to Jane's flat 
was painted white with "Slag" written across it in black 
spray paint. Jane opened the door and to turned to me.

"Thanks for the lift, I'm OK now." she began.

She was interrupted from a female voice from inside.

"Brought a guest eh? Bring him in. I like to meet your 
friends."

I saw Jane cringe at the sound of the voice but she 
nevertheless showed me in. The hall was uncarpeted and 
the flat smelled of cigarette smoke, booze and the 
unmistakeable smell of cannabis smoke. Jane took me into 
the lounge. The room had a minimum of furniture - just a 
worn couch, a coffee table, a TV with video and a rug. 
Her mother lay on the couch. A fat woman wearing a 
dressing gown which hung open showing her sagging tit and 
a pair of worn red panties. She looked unkept, her hair 
hanging uncombed to her shoulders. She was smoking a 
joint and had a glass of white liquor in her hand.

"I won't get up, I'm a little tired today," she rasped 
drunkenly. "I was up all night entertaining."

As she spoke she was looking me up and down as if 
inspecting me.

"Well. well.. Janie, you've got a pretty one there. 
You'll have to lend me him sometime." She laughed nastily 
and burst into a fit of coughing.

Jane looked at her mother with undisguised hate. She 
grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room. As we went 
down the hallway I passed an open door to her mother's 
room. The bed was unmade and covered with a stained 
sheet. I could see an empty bottle on the floor along 
with several used condoms. At the end of the hall was 
another door, fastened with a padlock. Jane unlocked it 
and took me inside. Her bedroom was a stark contrast to 
the rest of the house. It was neatly and brightly 
decorated with decent furniture and a carpet.

"Please sit down," she asked, "pointing at a chair in the 
corner. "Let me get out of these wet clothes."

Jane turned away from me and began to undress. I looked 
away but caught sight of her reflection in her dressing 
table mirror. I rather liked what I saw. Her bulky 
clothes actually hid a very nice body. Sure she wasn't 
slim but she certainly wasn't obese. She wore plain white 
cotton panties which stretched nicely over her broad 
rear. 

I could never understand the preoccupation that women had 
with whether their bums looked big in certain clothes. 
Jane's looked just right. She wore a white bra which 
struggled to cope with her significant tits. I'm no 
expert but my guess was that she was a good DD size. I 
could see several red marks on her back and stomach where 
she had been kicked. Jane would have some nasty bruises 
in a day or two.

Jane slipped on another pair of jeans and a sweater and 
made some coffee. She lay on her bed and after a moment 
began to speak.

"I suppose I owe you some explanation but please 
understand that no-one else knows what I'm going to tell 
you."

I had some doubts about whether I wanted to hear this but 
I also guessed that she needed to talk."

"It's OK, you can trust me."

For the next ten minutes Jane told me things which I 
wouldn't have believed possible. Her father had left home 
when she was three. He had been a brutal man who drank 
heavily and had been generous with his fists. He had had 
some bother with a local gang and had moved to safer 
territories up north. Her mother had also been a heavy 
drinker and chose to earn her living by turning tricks 
and doing a little drug dealing. She spent her time 
drunk, stoned and in bed with various "friends" she had.

Jane had a part time job which she used to furnish her 
room, buy her clothes and food. She expected and got 
nothing from her mother. The lock on the outside of her 
door and the bolts on the inside served two purposes. 
They prevented her mother from pawning her possessions 
and it kept out her mother's "friends".

This was necessary because one night, when she was 14, a 
man had come into her room. He forced her to give him a 
blow job. What had hurt most was that her mother had 
helped the guy by holding her down. She found the ordeal 
disgusting, the man's cock was greasy and had stank of 
what she assumed to be her mother's cunt. As Jane lay in 
her bed sobbing afterward her mother showed little 
sympathy.

"Swallowing a little cum won't hurt you. Anyway, we need 
to keep the customers happy."

From that time onward her room was kept secure at all 
times and she kept a kitchen knife under her pillow. The 
next man who tried anything would get a nasty surprise.

Jane was now waiting to complete her final exams so that 
she could get away from home. This in itself had been 
made more difficult by the stress that had been caused by 
Shirley.

I didn't interrupt at all as she spoke, simply allowing 
her to talk herself to a standstill. Eventually when she 
finished I could see how drained she was. She also seemed 
relieved to have told someone about her life.

When I considered my own parents and my life, I realised 
how lucky I was. Somehow I needed to give her some 
support. I stood up.

"Come here," I told her.

Joan looked bemused but nevertheless left the bed and 
walked over. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a 
hug. At first she seemed surprised but the hugged me 
back. I tried to ignore the feel of her heavenly tits 
pressing against my body but it wasn't easy. We stood 
hugging without speaking for a couple of minutes before 
Joan pulled away.

With a small smile she simply said "Thanks for listening 
and the help."

"No problem. Look I'm here for you if you need any help, 
OK?"

Jane nodded. It was getting late so I made my farewells 
and headed home.

****

The period leading up to Christmas was extremely busy. I 
had a couple of exams to get through, mum and dad had 
finished the Acme job and were getting ready for their 
holiday and I was busy planning parties.

Finally the day came for their departure. Mum had stocked 
up the house with food but nevertheless fussed over 
whether I had enough to survive - don't you just hate it 
when your mum forgets that you are now capable of looking 
after yourself?

Dad had got an Amex card for me so that I had sufficient 
cash.

"Spend too much and you're dead," he told me.

****

It was Simon who noticed that Jane hadn't been at school 
for a couple of weeks. The weather had turned nasty with 
heavily snowfalls and frosts and we were definitely in 
for a white Christmas. I checked with the school office 
but no-one had been in touch to say where Jane was. 
Worried, I drove around to the flat after school.

The door was answered by her mother. She was in her usual 
housecoat.

"Well, well, its lover boy. Anything I can do for you?" 
she asked pulling her housecoat open to reveal her fat 
naked body.

"Can I speak to Jane please, Mrs Roberts?"

"She's not here."

"Oh, when are you expecting her home?"

"I don't know and don't care. She's left". Mrs Roberts 
snarled. "Come and look if you don't believe me."

We went to Jane's room. It had been gutted. All the 
furniture, her hi-fi and all her other bits and pieces 
were gone.

"Surely she's told you where she's gone?" I asked.

"Look sonny, she can be in hell for all I care. She's old 
enough to look after herself now and I don't need any 
grief from you. Now piss off, I'm expecting company."

Reluctantly I left.

I have to admit I was worried. Where the hell could Jane 
go? Was she on the streets? It was getting dark and the 
weather forecasts warned that temperatures were going to 
drop well below zero. I decided to look for her.

First I tried the hostels for the homeless. I knew that 
they were always full at Christmas. A year earlier I had 
done some voluntary work and I knew the manager of one 
hostel. I always found the places depressing. Although 
the staff did their best to create a cheery atmosphere, 
there was always that undercurrent of depression and 
despair. Everyone knew that the shelter was temporary and 
that they would be back on the streets after Christmas.

No-one had heard of Jane or anyone who looked like her. 
The next place to look were the areas of town used by 
those on the streets. There were a couple near the canal. 
Armed with some cans of strong larger, cigarettes and 
some meat pies I set out to meet whoever was there. I 
found a group sitting around a large bonfire - there was 
always plenty of wooden palettes to provide fuel.

I knew one or two of the guys and I sat down for a chat 
and to hand out the goodies I had brought with me. The 
food, booze and smokes went a long way to mellow the guys 
and I asked them about Jane.

"There has been a girl around for a couple of weeks. Very 
shy and definitely new to the streets. She had nothing 
with her. One of the guys had a spare sleeping bag which 
he gave her." Life on the streets is tough if you don't 
have something like a sleeping bag or blanket to help 
keep you warm.

She had stayed around for a couple of days and then had 
disappeared.

There was an alley near the cathedral which was sometimes 
used but it wasn't a safe place. They suggested I check 
it out.

The alley was dark but from my torchlight I could see it 
was cluttered with rubbish of all sorts. I walked the 
full length but saw nothing. As I turned to leave I heard 
a single cough. I turned back but could see nothing but 
rubbish. I started to search sifting trough the pile of 
trash. Buried below I found a filthy sleeping bag. My 
heart thudded as I pulled it open. Inside was Jane.

She looked deadly pale in the torchlight. She smelled 
strongly of booze. Her face was cold and I pushed my hand 
inside her sweater. The skin of her chest was cool - too 
cool. I could feel her heart beating but I feared that 
she might have hypothermia. I pulled her out of the 
sleeping bag - not an easy task even with my strength - 
and carried her across my shoulders to the car. I had to 
get her home and warmed up in a hurry. Her jeans were 
soaked with piss and I detected a strong smell of shit. 
She was in a mess.

She lay comatose throughout the journey. I had done first 
aid courses and I knew that it was crucial that the 
temperature of the core of her body did not fall too low 
if hypothermia was to be avoided. It was important to 
treat the person gently so that no further internal 
cooling occurred. When we reached the house I carried 
Jane up to the bathroom. I propped her on the toilet and 
began filling the bath with warm water. I guessed that 
immersing her in warm water would be quick way of warming 
her up.

I began peeling Jane's clothes off her. At some stage she 
had messed her panties and I had the nasty task of 
cleaning her up. All her clothes would have to be thrown 
out. I eased Jane into the bath and began washing her. 
The warm water plus my vigorous soaping of her body began 
to get her temperature up.

I won't lie and tell you that I didn't look at her while 
I washed her. Her plump body, huge breasts capped with 
large pink nipples, the thick bush over her cunt and the 
thick stubble under her arm pits. Any other time I would 
have thoroughly enjoyed such an erotic experience. 
Instead I felt like I was preparing a corpse for burial.

After over an hour, I sensed that she was beginning to 
come around. Getting her out of the bath was trickier 
than getting her in. She was still pretty unresponsive so 
it was a case of trying to lift a slippery dead weight. 
After much struggling and grunting I got her onto the 
edge of the bed where I could towel her down. Once dry 
she was a little easier to lift. 

I carried Jane into the guest room and after a major 
struggle got her into a pair of my pyjamas. I had put an 
electric blanket in the bed so I was able to slip her 
into a nicely warmed bed. Once I tucked her into bed, I 
phoned our neighbour who was a doctor. Fortunately he was 
home and came over immediately. He checked her out.

"She is a very lucky girl. Well her pulse rate isn't too 
bad and her chest is clear. Her rectal temperature 
indicates that her core temperature isn't too depressed. 
Fortunately she had only slight hypothermia. You got to 
her just in time. I don't think she would have survived 
the night. Now tell what is she doing here, you should 
have taken her to the hospital." Doctor Hughes fixed me 
with a serious look.

I explained who she was and what had happened.

"Well, you're a good friend indeed - she's double 
blessed. What you need to do is get something warm into 
her stomach. No tea or coffee, I suggest some warm clear 
broth. Then let her sleep. If she starts coughing, call 
me, I don't want her developing pneumonia. I'll call 
round in the morning."

With that he left.

I found some clear soup in the kitchen and filled a large 
bowl. Slowly I fed Jane with the soup. Fortunately she 
was sufficiently conscious to swallow without choking but 
she really didn't wake enough to speak. There was a 
comfortable arm chair in the corner of the bedroom so I 
turned off the main light and settled in chair to keep 
vigil.

****

To my surprise Jane slept the night through. I was awoken 
by a slight noise from the bed. I got up, Jane was awake 
looking about in confusion. She saw me but it was a 
moment before she realised who I was.

"Henry, where am I?"

I sat on the edge of the bed and explained that she was 
at my home.

"How are you feeling," I asked.

"Er. OK I think, a little tired and really hungry."

"How does tea and toast sound?" I was delighted she 
seemed OK.

I explained the events of the previous night as she ate. 
Jane ate with a healthy appetite and I was pleased to see 
some colour in her face instead of the deathly pallor of 
the previous evening.

Jane suddenly looked concerned.

"Who got me into these pyjamas? Who put me to bed?" She 
asked.

"I'm afraid I did. I also gave you a bath. I needed to 
get you warm and, er., you had a little accident in your 
panties." I admitted.

Jane blushed deep red.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I want to die with embarrassment." 
Jane began to sob.

"Hey relax," I tried to lighten things up, "Its not every 
day that I have the privilege of wiping a beautiful 
woman's bum. Anyway, I told you before that I was here 
for you. Now tell me why you were on the streets."

"It happened after you left our flat. Mum was unusually 
obnoxious wanting to know all about you and asking 
whether we had had sex. Then she told me that she had 
some special guests that evening and that it was time 
that I helped her with the entertainment."

"I knew what she meant. She wanted me to let them have 
sex with me. I told her that I was still a virgin and 
that I would decide when and with who I would lose it. 
She then grabbed me and pushed me out the door. She told 
me that if I won't earn my keep then I can find somewhere 
else to live."

"I had nowhere to go and nothing with me so I went into 
town. Basically I lived rough using what I could scrounge 
from others. I suppose she's sold all my stuff."

I nodded. "Sorry, she showed me your room. She's gutted 
it."

"So I have nothing in the world." Jane began sobbing.

Things looked impossible although a seed of an idea 
formed in my mind.

"Just a moment Jane, all may not be lost."

I grabbed the bed-side phone and dialled dad's mobile.

"Hey kid, what's new." Dad's voice boomed through. 
"Wrecked the house yet?"

"Mostly cool dad but I have a bit of a problem."

I gave him a run through of what had happened. Dad and I 
always thought along the same lines and he identified the 
same solution as I did.

"Let me have a word with you mum and I'll ring back."

True to his word dad rang back in a couple of minutes.

"We're both agreed on this son. Jane stays at our place 
as long as she wants. No conditions, she is our guest. 
Use the Amex to get her what she needs. And whatever you 
do, you don't tell her mother where she is. OK?"

"Understood dad," I grinned.

"Let me talk to Jane." Dad continued.

I handed the phone to Jane and left her to talk while I 
took her cup and plate to the kitchen. When I returned 
she was still speaking.

"Th. thankyou. Mr Stevens are you sure it's not too much 
trouble."

"Don't be daft girl, we have more space than we need and 
I need someone to make sure Henry behaves himself. Could 
you put Henry back on?" I heard dad's voice boom from the 
phone.

"He wants another word," Jane handed me the phone.

"Hi again."

"She seems a nice kid, Henry. She's in need of serious 
reassurance and comfort. Do what you can."

"Will do dad. Speak to you soon."

****

"I don't know what to say." Jane looked nonplussed.

"There is nothing to say. You are our long term guest. 
This house is a place where you are safe. In any case we 
have a bigger problem to deal with."

Jane looked up, questioning.

"Young lady, you have no clothes. You cannot walk around 
in pyjamas and you can't borrow any of mine - my pants 
won't fit your bum."

Jane blushed again.

"You really must get out of that habit of blushing when I 
tease you. Now what do you need?"

I fetched a note pad to make a shopping list.

"Knickers?" I began. "What type?"

"I like the full sort that cover my bum. I can't wear 
those thongs - they are uncomfortable and make me sore." 
Again Jane blushed.

"OK, what a about bras. How big? What type? 38FF?"

"I'm not that big!!! Nice comfy ones, underwired 34DD." 
Jane realised that I was joking to lighten the moment and 
responded in kind.

"OK jeans, shirts, sweaters?"

"I'm a size 18. I prefer darker colours. I'll also need 
some stuff from the chemist - hairbrush, toothbrush and 
some pads."

"Pads?"

"You know, lady's things. My period is due." Jane managed 
this time without blushing.

"Fine. I'll go shopping. Is there anything you need?"

"I would like to grab a shower and then another sleep."

I phoned school with an excuse that I had flu and 
wouldn't be in. As I reached the door I saw Dr Hughes 
walking up the drive.

"How is Jane?" He asked.

"Well she slept the night through and has had breakfast 
so I think she's on the mend."

"Good, I'll just check her over," he replied and went 
upstairs.

I waited in the hall for the ten minutes he was with 
Jane.

"I think we have nothing to worry about," he said when he 
came back down. "her temperature is fine and there is no 
sign of chest problems. Just keep an eye on her."

I thanked him and we both left the house.

****

The thought of going shopping for a woman was pretty 
daunting if not embarrassing. How on earth do I go 
shopping for underwear? I then remembered a small shop 
which catered for larger women. Perhaps they would be 
able to help.

My heart was thumping just a little as I walked into the 
shop. Luckily there were no other customers in the 
lingerie department. The assistant, a highly voluptuous 
lady in her thirties came up to me.

"Can I help you?" she asked.

"This is a little difficult for me," I began, "I need to 
buy some underwear for a friend. She is unwell and cannot 
come in for herself."

"What underwear do you need and what size is the lady?"

"Bras and knickers. She is size 18 and 34DD. She is 17 
years old and likes full fit panties." I added that I was 
looking something which was quite sexy - I decided that 
Jane needed something to boost her self-esteem.

"It is best if the lady in question can come into the 
shop for a fitting but we can probably manage. Many young 
ladies like a type of bra which lies snug with the skin. 
It allows them to wear close fitting tops without visible 
"bra lines". Do you think this might interest the young 
lady?"

"I think it. What do they look like?" I had no idea but 
it was a good place to start.

The attendant asked a colleague to mind the shop for ten 
minutes.

"Please wait a moment." She asked. She went into a store 
room and returned a moment later with half a dozen boxes. 
"Please come with me.

She led me into a small room.

"I don't usually do this with customers but it might be 
the best way to help you decide."

She took off her blouse. She had fabulous tits, roughly 
the same size as Jane. She had on a white, unpatterned 
bra which gripped her tits snugly. The material was 
translucent allowing her dark nipples to be visible.

"This is the type I was talking about. They are extremely 
comfortable and give excellent support. This is vital for 
the lady with a fuller bosom." I guessed that "fuller 
bosom" meant big tits.

I nodded. The sight was so sexy that my throat had dried.

Quickly she turned her back to me and slipped off her 
bra. She put on one from a box. This was the same design 
but in a flesh colour. The straps were made from a 
transparent plastic

"This one is almost invisible under any blouse or shirt. 
They can also be worn with strapless tops."

Over the next 20 minutes the assistant showed me several 
different designs, all very sexy. One in particular was 
slightly low cut so that it could be worn with a low cut 
top giving a sexy cleavage.

I really couldn't decide so I bought one of each. The 
assistant looked a little surprised so I explained that 
the lady in question had lost her luggage during a recent 
flight from abroad and was having to restock.

Most of the bras came with matching panties of a suitable 
design so I bought a selection of these plus a few packs 
of plain white cotton panties.

Once I had paid I went into the clothes section of the 
shop. This was an easier task. I bought a couple of pairs 
of designer jeans, some simple blouses, some sweaters and 
socks. I found some seriously sexy low cut tops which 
would show Jane's figure off. I also found some skirts.

After a couple of hours and œ500 poorer, I left the shop. 
I slipped into a shoe shop and bought suitably 
fashionable shoes - no Doc Marten's, I wanted Jane to 
have a new, more feminine image. A quick visit to the 
chemist to get her toiletries. While I was there I drew 
on the advice of the girl at the cosmetics counter to buy 
some nail varnish, lipstick and perfume.

****

When I got home I went to the guest room to leave my 
shopping. The room was empty and the bed made. I found 
Jane in the lounge watching TV. I could see from her damp 
hair that she had showered.

"How're you feeling?" I asked.

"Human again." She replied with a smile.

I told her that her shopping was in her room and she 
scampered off to check it out. I heard one or two squeals 
of surprise and then all was silence. After ten minutes I 
heard her walk downstairs and into the lounge.

Holy shit, what a sight. Jane was wearing a white low cut 
top and jeans. Both clung to her body. She must have been 
wearing the pink bra because her tits looked soft and 
natural with no signs of her bra. She wore no shoes or 
socks. She had painted her fingernails and toenails 
scarlet. She had brushed her hair and she looked radiant. 
She looked good enough to eat.

She came over to me, bent forward, giving me a fabulous 
view of her cleavage and gave me a huge kiss.

"Oh Henry," she spoke with a huskiness in her voice," 
thank you for the wonderful things. I feel so sexy. How 
did you choose such naughty bras?"

She looked at me in disbelief as I explained how the shop 
assistant had modelled them for me. 

****

Jane was in need of some serious advice and now was the 
time.

"Jane, I hope you now realise that you really are a sexy 
lady. Why on earth did you wear such unflattering clothes 
before"

"Because I'm fat." Jane replied bluntly. "I have huge 
tits and a belly which wobble when I walk. Shirley and 
her friends used to say I was fat."

There was a full height mirror in the hall and I told 
Jane to go and look at herself in it. As she looked at 
the reflection I asked her;

"Do you look fat?"

Sure she was no skinny bird but her new clothes 
emphasised the curves of her body giving her a voluptuous 
sexiness.

"Jump up and down. Do you tits wobble?"

Jane jumped a couple of times. Her new bra worked 
perfectly, limiting her tits to a soft, natural movement.

"Do you accept that you are not fat but are in fact an 
attractive and sexy lady?"

Jane looked at herself in a number of positions before 
replying.

"Hmmm, if you say so. I must say I feel pretty damn 
good." And burst into laughter. Then she turned to me.

"Once you gave me a hug when I needed one. I now want to 
give you one."

Oh my, what a hug it was. Her gorgeous tits pressed 
against my chest with a soft warmth. My cock stood to 
attention in record time and in spite of my best efforts 
my bulging crotch brushed against her lower belly. Jane 
must have noticed and seemed to press her body against me 
harder. Her face nuzzled the crook of my neck and I 
smelled the perfume of her hair. Jane gave a sigh.

"Can we go up to my room?" she asked.

I could no more fly than refuse, I was besotted with 
Jane. In fact, I realised I had been since the time she 
asked for my help. We were kissing as soon as we got into 
her room. Full, deep kisses so that I could taste the 
sweet moisture in her mouth. My hand roamed over her body 
feeling her softness.

Jane pulled away and I felt a pang of dismay. Had she 
changed her mind? I then realised that she was taking off 
her clothes.

"Henry, have you had sex before?" Jane asked as she 
pulled down her jeans.

"Yes, once." I replied. It had been a fumbled and very 
messy affair in the back of my car after a school dance.

"Oh," Jane seemed a little disappointed.

"It was messy and over in 30 seconds," I grinned.

I suddenly realised that I wasn't prepared.

"Just a moment," I gasped and rushed into my parent's 
room. Lurking in the drawer of dad's bedside locker I 
found a packet of condoms. I rushed back to Jane's room 
with it in my hand.

Jane was sat naked on the bed. I dropped the condoms on 
the bedside locker and stripped. My "old feller" was 
standing to attention and Jane wasted no time in grabbing 
it in her hand. Her touch sent shocks of pleasure through 
me.

"Henry, are they all this big?"

My cock was a decent six or so inches, not huge but good 
enough. What was more important was that it was pretty 
wide. I remember a few years earlier a group of us had 
compared cocks in the showers. Mine was a good two inches 
across.

"Slow down," I gasped, "or I'll come."

Once I was nude I slid onto the bed and we resumed 
kissing. This time it was her naked tits which pressed 
against me. The hot feeling of skin on skin was 
fantastic. My hands resumed their travels over her body, 
this time unrestrained by clothing. Jane shuddered and 
whimpered as my hands brushed the sides of her belly over 
her waist. She broke away.

"Oh, that sends tingles through my body."

I run my hand across her plump belly to the thick bush 
between the thighs. Jane parted her legs inviting my hand 
down onto her cunt. The hair covering her slit was 
soaking wet from the juices flooding from her. She 
shuddered as my finger brushed over her clit on it's way 
into her cunt. My finger slid in some way and then met 
the thin skin of her hymen. I hesitated. Jane grabbed my 
hand and pulled it hard against her. My finger burst 
through her hymen and deep into her body.

"Good, that's done." She sighed. "Now fuck me Henry"

No finesse here, Jane had stronger needs. There would be 
time for more lingering sex another time. I rolled on a 
condom and moved between Jane's thighs. I felt her grasp 
my cock and ease it into her. A firm thrust and my cock 
was deeply into her tight, hot passage. Jane gasped, her 
eyes wide with surprised pleasure as I filled her. I was 
impressed how easily she stretched to take me.

Jane moved slightly allowing my pubic bone to press 
against her clit.

"Oh, I like that!!!" she gasped.

Slowly she began rotating her lower body so that I 
constantly crushed against her clit. This meant that I 
was able to control myself while Jane became more and 
more excited.

Jane began to gasp and squeal and grind against me more 
quickly. I guessed she was getting close and began 
pushing in and out hard, bottoming out each time. By as 
much luck than skill we were approaching orgasm together. 
With a series of squeals and digging her nails into my 
back, Jane hit her's first.

Seconds later, I felt that glorious pressure build behind 
my cock. My cock swelled, causing Jane's eyes to widen, 
and I felt my juice burst from me with pulses of 
pleasure. Jane smiled broadly as she felt my cock pulsing 
inside her.

"I wish I could feel you filling me up instead of that 
horrible rubber thing."

Afterwards we lay naked on the bed. Jane lay half on me 
with her head on my chest. We didn't speak, being content 
to bask in satisfied afterglow. I remembered what Jane 
had said about her choosing of who and when her virginity 
would be taken. I felt privileged to have been that 
person. Our reverie was disrupted by the sound of the 
phone. Cursing the caller with a thousand agonies I 
picked up the phone.

"Yes?" I spoke in a cold unwelcoming voice.

"Hey H, you old sheep shagger! Wazzzzzupppp?" It was 
Simon. "I heard you was sick."

"I was fine until I heard your voice, "I retorted.

"That's what everyone says. Did I interrupt you 
strangling the monkey?"

I had to chuckle, Simon was irrepressible.

"Listen, man. Can I come around? I have some serious 
parteeeeeeee business to discuss." Simon was a pretty 
good mimic and used a variety of 'voices' to spice up 
conversations. The word 'party' was pronounced in his 
best 1970's DJ voice.

Any prospect of further cuddling with Jane that afternoon 
was scuppered so I agreed.

"Sure, give me 30." I replied and hung up.

"Simon is coming around. We have enough time for a quick 
shower."

"OK, race to the bathroom," Jane laughed and leapt off 
the bed.

I have to tell you, sharing a shower is seriously good 
fun. It was a shame that we couldn't spend the rest of 
the afternoon doing it

****

When I answered the door I saw Simon and Gina. Gina, 
Simon's girlfriend, was a seriously cute girl. Tiny, 
petit, almost flat-chested but very sexy she was one of 
the nicest girls in our class. I could never understand 
what she saw in Simon (although Simon did have the 
biggest schlong I had ever seen) but the simple fact was 
that they were besotted with each other. I led them into 
the lounge.

Simon spotted Jane and slipped into Errol Flynn mode. He 
gave hugely exaggerated bow.

"Good day fair lady." He hadn't recognised Jane, but Gina 
did.

"Simon its Jane Roberts."

"Nah," he replied in disbelief, "Bloody hell, Jane. You 
look amazing." It was a delight to see Simon lost for 
words. It didn't last long. Jane had enough time to smile 
with pleasure before Simon adopted his Groucho Marx 
persona.

"Good-day madam, what fine breasts, are they yours? If I 
were a woman I would like breasts like those. In fact, 
come to think of it, if I were a man I would like breasts 
like those." He sat down beside Jane and putting his arm 
around her he added. "It would be awfully decent of you 
if you could see your way to lending them to Gina for a 
day or two."

It was a measure of Simon's natural comic abilities that 
rather than being insulted both girls were giggling at 
his remarks. Knowing how Simon could turn any occasion 
into a riot, I needed to stop the silliness.

"Enough already, who wants a drink?" The girls asked for 
coffee and I grabbed Simon. "Come and help wise guy."

Once in the kitchen Simon became serious.

"OK man, give, what's happened to Jane?"

"Some pretty nasty personal shit but she's making out 
fine." I wasn't about to spill the beans - even to Simon.

"So are you?" to Simon sex was king.

"That's for me to know and you find out," was all I would 
say.

I carried through the coffees and Simon carried a couple 
of bottles of Budd for us.

"This years party theme is the 1960's. You know, 
miniskirts, nakedness, free sex and general rampant 
misbehaviour." Simon announced.

Simon was famous for his parties. There was always a 
theme and they always ended up in mayhem. The last one 
had been a vicars and tarts party. Three girls had been 
so convincing that they had been accused of soliciting. I 
could never work out why his parents let him hold these 
parties, but they were great fun.

"What on earth can I wear to the party?" Jane asked 
later.

"Well as Simon said, the '60s was all about miniskirts 
and see through blouses. You would look great." I 
suggested helpfully. Jane was unimpressed.

"You may like my rear but my bum is too big for a 
miniskirt. I'm not showing off by boobs and bum to 
everyone at the party."

Damn, I had to think again. After a lot of thought Jane 
spent some time looking at dad's collection of vinyl. 
Inside she found a copy of Jimi Hendrix's "Rainbow 
Bridge" On the back was a shot of a long haired brunette 
in a long flower patterned dress and a head band.

"That's it," Jane announced pointing at the picture. A 
hippy I shall be."

With a little searching we tracked down a suitable dress. 
To my delight it had a low cut top which revealed Jane's 
cleavage perfectly. I found a kaftan and a wig in a 
charity shop. We made a perfect, if not slightly 
ridiculous, hippie couple.

****

The party was already in full swing when we arrived at 
Simon's house. Simon appeared wearing a Beatle jacket, 
Beatle wig and John Lennon glasses. Gina wore a lacy 
blouse and a tiny mini-skirt.

"Don't you get a nasty cold draught in that skirt?" I 
asked her.

"No, I've put on thick cotton panties." Gina replied with 
a grin. "Anyway, the only thing which I need to worry 
about getting up my skirt is Simon's hand."

I grabbed a bottle of Budd and a glass of wine for Jane 
and began to mingle. Most of the guests were guys from 
our class and I was getting into the party spirit when 
Shirley arrived. I was surprised that Simon had invited 
her and even more surprised that she decided to come.

Shirley took off the fur coat she was wearing to reveal 
that all she wore was a skin tight cat suit. It was so 
tight that her crotch formed a perfect 'camel's foot' 
With her flowing blonde hair she looked like someone out 
of a James Bond film. I felt Jane nudge me.

"She's nude under that catsuit," She whispered. "I hope 
doesn't have to pee in a hurry."

"Why?" I asked.

"Because there are no buttons or zips in the crotch. She 
will have to take it off to go to the toilet."

"Really? How interesting." Simon had been listening. 
"Excuse me, there is something I need to attend to."

Simon went upstairs. Knowing Simon, I suspected that 
mischief was in the air. Of course I was right.

After an hour or so, during which Shirley had been 
drinking steadily, I saw her walk over to Simon. She 
spoke briefly and I saw Simon lead her upstairs. As he 
walked past he whispered, "follow us at a safe distance." 
Jane and I waited until they disappeared into Simon's 
parent's room and followed. Simon was sat on his parent's 
bed with a grin on his face. Shirley was nowhere to be 
seen.

"What." I began, only to be stopped by a shriek from the 
en suite toilet.

"HELP. I'M STUCK!!!"

Simon pulled open the toilet door to reveal Shirley, 
naked, struggling on the toilet. The catsuit was on the 
floor and Shirley was struggling frantically, revealing 
her gorgeous body. Her firm tits wobbled as she 
struggled. From the small blonde tuft above her slit it 
was clear she was a natural blonde.

"My bum is stuck to the seat!" she screamed, tears 
running down her face. "It hurts!!"

Several revellers had come upstairs had come into the 
room and Shirley's pink form was under close scrutiny by 
twenty of so sets of eyes.

"Have you bastards seen enough," she screeched, "for 
fucks sake get me out."

I could see things were getting out of hand.

"Simon, what have you used? Superglue?"

"Yeah, I've got some solvent which will dissolve it."

"Give it to me and clear these people out," Jane snapped, 
snatching the small plastic bottle."

Simon realised that things weren't as funny as he 
expected and he cleared the room without another word. 
Gina and Jane went into the bathroom and shut the door.

After about twenty minutes the door opened and the three 
of them came out. Shirley was crying and the girls had 
their arms around her.

"Is she OK?" I asked.

"Her bum is red and sore but otherwise no physical harm." 
Gina replied.

"I want to go home, "Shirley sobbed.

I had a blinding idea.

"That wouldn't be a good idea," I told her.

The three girls looked at me in surprise.

"If you go now then Simon will have won. You need to show 
him that he is really the loser."

"What?" Shirley sobbed.

"The only thing which Simon will understand is if you get 
some revenge on him."

"I don't see why I should. My father will take care of 
him when I tell him what has happened." Shirley went in 
haughty mode.

"Yeah that's what we expect of you." I decided to be 
blunt. "You like to think that you're a cut above us all 
because of your father. The fact is your father's status 
is down to his own efforts. You can't hijack them to add 
to your own reputation. We judge you from your own 
achievements which, to be blunt, are pretty 
insignificant. You have to learn to fight your own 
battles - be judged for what you are."

The three girls looked at me in astonishment.

"Henry, she's already upset without you being nasty." 
Jane snapped.

"Jane, Shirley needs a reality check. I want her to see 
what she is and what we think of her. Does she want some 
genuine friends or just those brown-nosers who follow her 
around? Maybe then she can become a more decent person. 
Shirley, wouldn't you like to get some payback on Simon? 
Show him and the others that not only can you take his 
lousy joke but you also know how to dish it out?"

To my mild surprise Shirley sat quietly - thinking.

"What do you have in mind?" She finally asked.

"There are lots of possibilities. What would you girls 
like to do to him?"

"Well, seeing how he exposed Shirley for all to see, we 
could do the same to him. Gina suggested.

I could see that the girls were getting some ideas so I 
decided to beat a retreat to the bar.

"I'll leave you ladies to your plotting," I told them and 
left.

****

You can accuse me of not being a good mate but I had two 
reasons for wanting the girls to give Simon some grief. 
The reality was that Simon needed a sharp lesson in 
behaving sensibly and I thought the girls would do the 
job well. If it gave Shirley a chance to grow up then all 
the better. I sat on a couch sipping a cold Budd and 
watched the world go by. I noticed Gina and Jane moving 
around the room speaking to the other girls. In every 
case the girls gave a giggle, nodded and followed them 
out of the room. This went on for some time.

I knew the game was afoot when Gina came into the lounge. 
She walked up to Simon, grabbed his arse and whispered in 
his ear. I guessed that she was making a seriously smutty 
suggestion because Simon followed her out of the room and 
up the stairs. Soon it was Simon's turn to scream for 
help. There were only guys in the lounge and we looked at 
each other in surprise.

"What the fuck! Is that Simon?" Pete asked.

"Sounds like it." I added.

As one we ran upstairs. The door to Simon's parent's room 
was locked. We could hear muffled screams coming from 
inside the room along with female laughter. Pete banged 
on the door.

"What's going on?" he shouted.

The door opened a crack.

"You'll see in a moment." Came the reply.

After a further ten minutes the door burst open and a 
large group of girls came out carrying Simon. The went 
downstairs into the garden, where they tied him to a 
tree. We followed down. What a sight! Simon was naked 
apart from a pair of girl's panties which had been pulled 
tight giving him a wedgie but failing to hide his 
humungous cock, which lay on his leg. (I wondered who had 
donated the panties) His face was covered in makeup and 
his lips smeared with red lipstick. They had written 
"Soft Bastard" on his chest also in lipstick. The area 
around his cock was red and hairless.

"The sods have given me a bikini line waxing, and they've 
stuck a huge vibrator up my arsehole." he groaned.

I realised that if you listened carefully, you could just 
make out the buzzing of it's motor.

"Hell, that is some dong." Some guy shouted. "Hey Gina, 
is it a fun ride?"

I saw Gina blush but she nevertheless replied.

"Why? do you want to try it?" she grinned.

"Well Simon, how do you like a little pain and exposure?" 
Shirley asked.

"The worst bit is that I don't have a drink," he moaned. 
Even now Simon had to crack a joke. I realised that he 
was beyond help and that he would probably be cracking 
jokes on his deathbed.

If Shirley was disappointed in his reaction she wasn't 
going to let it show.

"Alright girls, let's leave him to chill for a while. 
Time for a drink."

I hoped they wouldn't leave him for too long - it was 
after all a cold December evening.

The girls let Simon stew for half an hour or so and then 
relented before he got frostbitten - although he did 
catch a nasty cold. To his credit Simon took his 
treatment well but sadly it didn't diminish his appetite 
for extreme jokes.

****

By the time we got back home we were nicely tired and 
more than a little pissed. We simply stripped and fell 
into bed.

Sometime during the night, I woke up. Jane was lying on 
her side facing away from me and I was pressed against 
her back so that her heavenly rump pushed against my 
cock. My 'old man' was seriously stiff and I eased it 
between her legs so that it rubbed against her cunt. 

Jane must has sensed my movement because she sighed and 
pushed her rear more firmly against me. Her crotch was 
slippery with her juices and I easily slide my cock 
inside her. The position was perfect - I could rub her 
tits or clit while slowly fucking her. Her crotch and 
inner thighs were flooding with juices - Jane was 
seriously aroused.

We were in no hurry, choosing to fuck gently. Jane's rear 
was moving more firmly and I guess my cock must have 
slipped out at some stage but because her slippery inner 
thighs were gripping me so tightly I didn't notice for 
some time.

"You're in the wrong hole," Jane whispered.

Her butthole must have been so well lubricated that I had 
slid into it without realising. I apologised and began to 
pull back.

"No don't, it feels nice." Jane asked as she pushed 
against me. I felt my cock completely buried in tight, 
hot place. Jane opened her legs and began rubbing her 
clit. I began gently squeezing and massaging her tits. 
Jane's nipples were pretty big anyway but with my 
attention the had stiffened until they stood out like 
organ stops. 

So we lay, me slowly and deeply fucking her arse while 
she masturbated and I worked on her tits. It's fair to 
say I was pretty worked up but Jane must have been even 
more so. Slowly her moans became louder and her movements 
became faster. Just listening to her getting more and 
more aroused was as exciting as the feeling of her tight 
ring rubbing up and down my cock.

Naturally I couldn't hang on for ever and I felt the 
tension build behind my balls and my cock swell even 
more. When I came it felt as though my guts were being 
pulled through my cock - I had never felt anything so 
intense. The pulsing and jetting of my cock was enough to 
trigger Jane and with a squeal she came.

Warm and satiated, we didn't bother moving, choosing to 
fall asleep as we were.

****

Christmas was cold but pleasant. Simon and Gina came 
around for dinner and we had a warm and slightly drunk 
time in front of the fire.

Early in the new year mum and dad came home. They were 
deeply tanned and were obviously well rested. Jane was a 
little nervous about meeting them but she got on with 
them really well. We had a habit of dealing with 
important issues by holding a "family meeting". What was 
cool about it was that I had just as much a say as they 
did.

Once they had unpacked their bags and eaten, mum and dad 
called a family meeting. Jane started to go to her room 
when mum stopped her.

"Please stay, Jane, the meeting involves you too."

Slightly surprised Jane sat down.

"OK," Dad began. "I think it would be helpful if we 
discussed Jane's plans. Jane, you need to understand that 
you are welcome to stay here as long as you want. No 
pressure, no hassles. Have you thought about what you 
want to do?"

I knew the answer. We had talked about what we wanted out 
of life. Jane wanted to study medicine although she had 
no idea how she would be able to pay her way through 
university - her mother was no use for any cash.

"Thankyou for letting me stay - I have nowhere else. I 
hope to go to university one day to study medicine but I 
don't see how I can." She replied.

"Jane, do you feel able to tell mum and dad about your 
mum and your life with her?" I thought it might help if 
they had the full picture. "You chat while I make some 
coffee.

I figured that it would easier for her to talk without me 
hanging about. I killed some time making some phone calls 
and took the coffee in after about twenty minutes. I 
could see from their expressions that they had the full 
story.

"Pretty rough huh?"

They just nodded.

****

Jane settled in happily and soon established herself at 
school as a good scholar. We fucked as often as 
circumstances would allow and I think it's fair to say we 
were in love. We had heard nothing from Jane's mother and 
Jane hadn't spoken about her.

For some strange reason, one day she changed her mind.

"H, I want to go and see mum after school," she told me 
one morning.

I wasn't sure it was a good idea but it was her choice 
and I agreed to drive her.

When we reached the flat we found the front door 
unlocked. The flat was even more untidy than before, 
freezing cold and smelled pretty disgusting. The lounge 
was empty. We heard coughing coming from her mother's 
bedroom and we went in.

Jane's mother lay in bed. She was a real mess and I could 
see blood stains on her pillow and sheets. Her face was 
white and haggard - she looked seriously ill. The word 
'tuberculosis' sprang to my mind.

"What the fuck do you want?" she rasped before being 
seized by a coughing fit.

"I wanted to see you," Jane replied.

Jane's mother didn't reply. She couldn't. Her coughing 
fit became more fierce and blood trickled from her mouth. 
She was gasping for breath.

Jane went to comfort her while I rang for an ambulance.

The coughing finally subsided to a degree and we waited 
in silence until the ambulance arrived. The paramedics 
took one look at her and loaded her onto a stretcher.

One of them gave me a look which suggested that she was a 
hopeless case, Jane didn't notice.

We followed the ambulance to the hospital. The paramedics 
approached us as we walked over to the ambulance. The 
news was bad, Jane's mother had haemorrhaged during the 
journey and couldn't be saved. It later turned out that 
her heavy drinking had weakened blood vessels in the 
throat and that these had burst causing haemorrhage. 
Apparently this was a consequence of cirrhosis. The 
haemorrhage had been catastrophic and impossible to stop.

To her infinite credit, in spite of her treatment Jane 
mourned her mother. None of her mother's many friends 
bothered attending the funeral leaving just us to stand 
at the graveside.

****

Things worked out pretty well of all of us but not quite 
as you might expect.

As predicted Simon studied law and was called to the bar. 
After only five years he took silk and is currently the 
youngest QC in the country. He married Gina, now a 
successful psychologist and both are doing very nicely.

Jane and I never got together. We went to different 
universities and although I was her first love we drifted 
apart and she met and married a fellow medical student. 
Jane is a successful general practitioner and has three 
lovely children whom I adore. We're very close - rather 
like brother and sister and I have the privilege of being 
godfather to her children. Although I've never admitted 
it openly, losing her gutted me. 

As for me, I suppose you might say I was the failure of 
the group. I took a degree in economics and joined a 
merchant bank. For five years I worked like a maniac 
earning a huge amount of cash before I burned out. I had 
had a number of girlfriends but I didn't have time for 
love or marriage. After my breakdown I was left with no 
desire to rejoin the rat race so quit.

I sold my big house and my Mercedes and bought a villa in 
Port Grimaud and a boat. Life is warm and gentle in the 
south of France. I spend my time between fishing and 
sitting a small bar discussing politics. I've never 
managed to find the right lady to marry - none could 
compare to Jane, but I have several very good lady 
friends who help me sleep from time to time. 

END

I'd love to tell you about them but you'll have to wait 
until another time.

Port Grimaud, July 1999

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It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with
others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't
okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than
a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime,
so take good care of it!
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