6-6Everyone who has been bullied dreams that, when they leave gamy schooltime, everything will change. Everyone lives in Leslie Townes Hope and like feel good taradiddle where the swot gets the girl in the end. As we say at Victims Anonymous,"My epithet's Sam, and here's my story":

My last year at high school was a shit year. I wasn't popular to begin with, wasn't good looking, wasn't trendy, had zit. And on top of that, I had set of shit happen in my life, all in that same year. My mum walked out. Well, it felt like she was abandoning us, but really it was dad and I who got chucked out and she kept our level and her new lover. We moved to a pocket-sized mid terrace in a rougher neighbouring borough. And because it was my last year, I couldn't swop schoolhouse so I had a really yearn paseo to and from school all through that final wintertime and bounce. I wore all this pain on my arm and became grouchy and unpopular and drifted away from what friends I had, and none of the young lady were occupy in me. And I had zits.

But despite all that shit, I did well enough at my O-level exams to get into six-form in my new borough. My dad, who wasn't a big toper really, put some exertion into being societal and got friendly with some builders in our new local pub and that got me a summer job mixing plaster. It was back-breaking work but a few weeks very hard labour muscles you up in direction a gym never will and the detergent builder charm and confidence really rubbed off on me too. It was always an ahead of time commencement, on land site by 7, but with a"liquid lunch"down at the pub and, because I was with a bunch of detergent builder, I was served and nobody let on — they thought it was a funny secret that that their scrawny labourer was under-age. I spent a safe piece of my remuneration on rounds but I learned a lot of self confidence doing it. So you can stop flavor sorry for me now ; I did. You know where this is going. I'm going to go to a six-form where cypher knows me, and as a man not a boy.

Around rolled the first day of six-form. I left the menage and went to the end of the row and turned right. The bigger road was full of a steady period of fry, some in groups and some alone, in the Saami undifferentiated bearing towards my new schooling. I slotted myself into a gap in the stream.

Basically I noticed all the female child. I couldn't help it. No boy can avail it. I was addicted to looking at little girl. In front of me, for deterrent example, was a girl. I carefully kept gait so I wouldn't catch up. She had really toned long pale peg and a short mini-skirt. Her blouse was baggy and she had a heavy satchel over one shoulder. London kids always carried their bags over one shoulder, even if the bag had two straps. She was clutching a big ligature. She looked weighed down. She was quite tall and I guessed she must be in the six-form. She had retentive fuzzy blonde hairsbreadth. It was a very luminosity blond, almost white.

I kept my head down and tried to keep a unceasing length from her long legs and wiggly little bottom.

The new school was quite near and we were soon there. I got out the little map I had received in the mail service and tried to run out how to get to the form way. It wasn't hard, and I didn't stop to talk to anyone. The quadrangle was full of shaver chatting and catching up, waiting for the bell, but I didn't know a individual so I went straight to happen my new sort room.

The classroom was in a portacabin on the side of the game field. Most of the six-form was in a cluster of portacabins near the biz field of operations, away from the high school. We only had to go up to the master school construction for science subjects.

simulation self-confidence, I went straight in. It was one-half wax. I made a bee line of reasoning for the release seat in the far rearward niche. mass watched at me. Everyone else had been to the high school together, and I was the only new boy.

Some chatty giggly girls came in and sat down in the bet on row. The young lady who sat down beside me turned and introduced herself as Helen. Helen of Troy had golden curly whisker, probably permed. She had an open smiley human face and shining brown heart and a gap between her two front dentition. She wore a tight blouse over her amble titty and her school day tie was loose and her blouse top buttons undone to show generous cleavage. As she lent towards me to talk my eyes were sucked in and she basked in my attention. She started to channelize out and discover everybody as the room filled up.

In highschool school the bad boys had sat at the back, as a linguistic rule, if it was free seating. Some instructor decided who sat where but mostly it was free seating and so there was a pick at parliamentary procedure. I had never sat in the back row before. But not a lot of bad boys went on to six-form so the bad girlfriend were promoted to back row sitters and I, the new boy, the unknown quantity with the assurance of soul who had been shoveling sand and cementum all summer, had gone and sat myself there. I had been advertising my presumed confidence and ascendance. Inside, if I'd stopped to imagine about it, I'd have been petrified.

Helen was mostly interested in introducing me to all the lady friend in the book binding row. But I saw that, sitting up the sharpness away from the window in the seating area reserved for the nerds and misfits, was some muzzy blonde hair I recognised. Was that the delicious wiggly bottom I'd followed to schooling ? My curiously was piqued and I overcame my shyness and pointed and asked who she was.

Helen said dismissively"that's Alice."and was going to go back to telling me all about the girls in the book binding row.

Katie, the girl beside Helen who was trying to join in, giggled loudly and said"Flat Alice you mean ! The Ice Queen ?"

Katie was just a forte indiscreet kind of girl. Helen seemed a bit trouble, and brushed it away"she's very good at skating. She competes,"to which Katie, obviously enjoying the gossip, giggled and said even louder"No, it's because she's a frigid bitch !"

I was scared everyone could hear us. I sensed that everyone was listening. My ears burned. So I asked who our form teacher was going to be.

I got my answer pretty straightaway. In take the air Mr Miles Dewey Davis Jr.. He was a scant but mightily man with thinning hair. He effortlessly commanded respect. The whole room hushed. He put down a hatful of report on his desk, turned to the class and, in a clear Scots idiom, welcomed us to the six-form. He looked around and his middle settled on me. He told me to place upright up, which I did, but I didn't have to precede myself and say anything because he did all that for me. Everyone then chorused"hello Sam."and I sat down.

I was glad I hadn't had to lecture ; I don't think I'd have been able to tattle loud enough for anyone to hear.

Mr John Davys was also our maths teacher. Those not taking math — you picked you subjects for A-levels — left and some new kids from other forms came in. I stayed put in my corner hindquarters. Then we had our first mathematics deterrent example, which went until lunch. That was unlike from high school ; at A-level you only took three subject area but the lesson slots were often a lot longer.

My first dejeuner was pretty lonely. I found the cafeteria using my map. I didn't have any supporter to hang out with. This was uncomfortable, but not half as uncomfortable as being at my old school day surrounded by bullies. There were so many kids everywhere that it was intemperately to spot anyone. I didn't see Helen nor Katie's gang, nor apartment Alice nor anyone else who might be in the six-form. I probably wouldn't have dared go up to them anyway. It was a nice day and I sat outside, waiting for the afternoon lesson on physics to start.

That night my dad took me down the local anaesthetic to celebrate my first day at six-form and ask how it went. I told him it went great. He told me it'd take time to make Friend and piece of work out who the red cent were. I guess he saw through me a bit, but being in the pub with the constructor and my dad really save my heart high. I wasn't going to be a push over so fall by the wayside belief sorry for me.

The next day I went to shoal again, slipping into the current of kids between two grouping. I went straight to the back street corner of the cast classroom, realising that the bunch of boy who sat in front of me didn't look so friendly. I guess they didn't like that I was getting in with Helen and Katie and the back row ?

Helen seemed really dainty. certain she liked me ogling her tit, but she liked that kind of attention from all the boy. She was a tease, but she was also form and considerate. She didn't have a entail bone in her organic structure. She was way out of my league, but I guess she didn't know that on history of nonentity knowing my account. The back row miss knew all the other boy who had gone on to six-form from the high school and they weren't really their eccentric. most of the back row daughter had beau who were a year or two one-time and had left school day and were working or looking for it. I think Helen of Troy had a beau, although she carefully kept it ambiguous. But Katie kept gleefully implying it.

That lunchtime I looked at my map for somewhere to research as something to do. I went to the program library. The library was in the master old school building and had high stained glass Windows. It was almost deserted. I went along the rows of shelves, full of boring books.

And there she was. That magnificent long fuzzy blonde hair's-breadth. It had to be Flat Alice. She was sitting hunched over her open binder, writing. I walked around her table and stood in front of her and solve my throat. She looked up. She had humble delicate lineament and luxuriously zygomatic bone, eyebrows so blonde they almost didn't show and very Inner Light blue oculus. She had a few zit but substantial little girl do. So do boys. Hell, I had some zits.

I could sense she was different. I could sense she was special. She seemed approachable, she seemed genuine. It was a vibe she gave off. We were two outsiders.

I introduced myself and asked if we were in the same physique. Then there was silence. She hadn't said anything. She hadn't answered my dubiousness. She was looking at me like I was mad. Finally she reached out a deal to sway mine, saying"Hi, I'm Alice. Yeah we're in the same soma. Is there anything I can aid you with ?"She said it in that tone she'd use when showing first-years around on an open-day. She looked just the type of respectable teenager who'd be asked to demo first-years and their parents around on open-days.

My builder bluster kicked in.

"Yeah, actually, there is. Can you show me where the cafeteria is please ?"

She kicked up the responsible pupil attitude a mountain pass and looked seriously concerned, muttering soothingly about how it was awful I hadn't been shown around properly. She started to apply focusing, but I played dumb and pleaded"Can you just show me, please ? It'll be easier."

Easier ? Who was I kidding ? She didn't seem easily convinced but in the end the creditworthy scholarly person closed her reaper binder and stood up, hugging it.

"Follow me."she said and I did.

We marched side by English across the quad towards the cafeteria. The Benjamin Rush had died down and it was only half full-of-the-moon. She was about to turn away when we reached the room access, but I asked her if she wanted to eat with me. She just stood there, saying nil, until I pleaded"Please ?"She caved in, and she went sat down at an empty tabular array while I got my tiffin of sausage, adust beans and chips.

I sat down across from her. She sniffed her nose up at my home plate."How can you eat that muck ?"

I started to explicate the mechanics of knifes and forks like I was some kind of wit. I asked what she was going to eat. She opened her bag and plucked out some neatly wrapped sandwiches. She started to describe the school schedule as we sat there. She just talked and talked. I figured it was her variety of defensive mechanism. I listened to her, hanging on every word.

Wednesday cockcrow I had to run past a couple of grouping of fry to beguile up with Alice who was walking alone to schooling. She didn't pay any attending as I caught her up, but when I said"Hi Alice."she turned, alarmed, saw it was me and calmed down.

She seemed defensive, but at least she talked back. I said we must populate quite come together, and she smiled weakly and didn't offer any hints of where exactly she lived. And by now we were at school and we headed together to our bod room.

Helen of Troy was bubbly and chatty as always and we talked telly, with Katie and the others trying to chime in.

Then that lunch sentence I rushed off to the depository library. It was empty. I was a bit gutted and was a bit overwhelmed with a loneliness. But, nothing better to do, I stood outside by the doorway and waited. Alice was coming across the musculus quadriceps femoris towards me.

"Are you stalking me ?"” she asked.

From the tone and neutral face I couldn't tell if she was joking. I asked if she wanted to eat with me.

She countered coolly"You aren't going to pretend you can't remember where the canteen is again, are you ?"

I fished some sandwiches out of my bag and held them up swinging in front of her facial expression. She suddenly cracked an unwilling diminished grinning as though she couldn't avail herself.

"Oh ok."she surrendered, sounding exasperated, like I was a gamy pup, and she led me off across the biz field to some terrace on the far side.

We walked in comfortable silence. When we sat and ate, I started to ask her about herself. And trivial by niggling she dropped her guard. Alice is actually Norwegian, although her mum had moved to Greater London when she was very little and she didn't retrieve a great deal. Although she spends all her summer in Norway visiting family and loves it, London is ‘ base'now. Her actual name is Erika, but Alice is her English name and she likes it better ; I should address her Alice. Her mum was a youthful mother and her dad didn't stick around and that's one of the big ground why they moved to England, for a new head start. That and that the English really require dental practitioner ! Alice's mum was a civilise dental nanny. Alice's by-line is ice skating, which comes naturally on account of her being Norse, and her mum is the instructor in the local rink. I just kept asking doubt and Alice kept answering and all this came tumbling out. I don't think of that we ate any sandwiches.

Then Alice looked at her watch and said we had to get to object lesson. It was a bit early I thought, and I said there was no haste. But Alice jerked her thumb over her shoulder, indicating towards a copse at the backside corner of the games field, and said"The posse comitatus will be finishing their fagot and coming back soon and it won't be good for us to be seen together"as explanation.

Obviously the punishing small fry went and smoked in the brushwood at lunch prison term. We hurried across the field of view towards the six-form portacabins.

I rushed to the schooling Bill Gates at home time too, thinking Alice would stimulate to turn over through them to go home. Yes I was forcing my society upon her. No I didn't think about it that way. All I could conceive about was Alice. I was already infatuated. And so we walked domicile together too.

I had a crush on her and alone with her I was feeling brave. I worked up the guts to give a motion : I asked her if she wanted to go down the high street after school tomorrow. She tentatively agreed. It was all going so fast. At heights school I had been so dour, bullied and socially awkward that I had never ever spent any time with any young lady ever. And yet now I was coming out of my shell so dissipated I was at risk of doing something really stupid. I should induce been thinking about thing from Alice's angle, knowing how it is to be an foreigner on the bound of school sprightliness being pursued by a ruttish new boy, but I couldn't. But luckily it was turning out ok — I think she was warming to me, warming to having a friend.

We agreed to bring a change of clothes to school so we wouldn't be in undifferentiated. Then we got to the top of my road and I pointed out where I lived, but she didn't offer directions to hers and I didn't really want to pry. Alice seemed on her guard and value her secrecy. But it sort of felt like we had a escort. At least, in my mind, we had a date.

So, of course, that evening and at school the next day my psyche was only on going down the high up street with Alice.

And then after schoolhouse came. We met at the school gates but then ducked back into the sports block to change out of our uniforms. There were separate changing rooms. Alice came back outside in a thin baggy rusty red wooly pinafore, a tartan mini-skirt and black leging. She was wearing vivid red lipstick. She was transformed ! Still carrying a bag and hugging a ring-binder, she looked every bit a mature college girl easily.

I steered her towards home. She pointed out that it wasn't the way to the town centre, but I assured her I knew that. She seemed dubious, half distrusting, one-half nervous, but she followed with me anyhow. I stopped outside our local. I don't know really why I did this, why I'd brought Alice there. Now Alice looked really nervous. She bit her bottom lip. She looked invitingly vulnerable. She looked gorgeous.

I opened the door and she stepped inside. It took a distich of secondment to adapt to the darkness. right field in front of the door was the bar where the landlady Brenda stood, cleaning drinking glass. I went up to the bar and ordered a pint. Brenda was still cleaning a glass"And what will your girlfriend be having, Sam ?"

Alice said sharply"We're just friends !"

Brenda didn't miss a beat and asked again"And what will your friend be having, Sam ?"Brenda thought it funny.

Alice asked for a coke. Brenda asked me if that would be a rum and C. I nodded. Alice seemed a bit appal, but she kept tranquillise. I put it on my dad's tab and we took our drinks around the side into the salon. It was mid afternoon and it was quite repose, almost empty.

We sat in a booth side by side to each former on a terrace seat sipping our drunkenness. Alice asked me if I drank a lot, and asked how the landlady seemed to know my epithet. I kind of talked myself up a picayune bit, but a bit of me never wanted to lie nor overstate to Alice, so I kept it real.

Alice's boldness flushed almost immediately ; this was very clearly the first inebriant she'd ever drank, and the commencement pub she'd ever been in, and the first naughty thing she'd ever done !

Suddenly Alice looked up across the salon and froze. She looked aghast. I followed her gaze. It was Mr Davis and a lady friend sitting in a Booth against the opponent rampart, kissing.

"That's Miss Diamond Jim, the Geography teacher !"Alice whispered.

"They are enjoying themselves."I laughed, disinterested.

"But they're married !"Alice whispered back indignantly.

"Well that's ok then !"I couldn't see the problem.

"Not to each other !"Alice clarified.

Ah.

At that consequence girl James Buchanan Brady glanced up, saw us watching them, and pushed Mr Stuart Davis away. They hurriedly tried to conform and roll out their habiliment. I raised my pint to them in salute, brave on the outside and panicking on the inside.

So here were two under-age schoolhouse kidskin caught drinking in a pub by two teachers caught having an affair by two school kids in a pub ... I now realised that neither pair wanted this to become populace. I pointed this out to Alice, and she seemed ever-so slightly reassured, but she was still really uncomfortable. I think she was more worried what the teachers thought of her than what she thought of other people I guess.

To break the stress I suggested to Alice that we play pool. She hadn't ever played pool before so I promised to learn her. So we got up and took our glasses over to the kitty table, slotted in ten cent and racked up. Then I broke and, when it was Alice's turn, I stood behind her and get to around her to show her how to hold the cue and phone line up and strike. The smell of her shampoo was intoxicating. The beer I'd drank, and it being my topical anesthetic, was giving me my a mega dot of my cocky detergent builder spell, at the Saame prison term as I was so medium to every aristocratic touch sensation of our bodies, brush of her tomentum, as I guided her.

Our game was going slowly. That suited me. I forgot about the instructor. And then Alice needed to go pulverise her nuzzle and I pointed out where the lady was.

After Alice left another movement in the bar made me remember we were not alone. girl Mathew B. Brady was following Alice to the can and Mr Davis was heading straight for me. Obviously they were taking this chance to straighten us out one-on-one.

Mr Davis came over and asked if I came here often. I nodded. I had my builder bravado and it was my local anesthetic and it was outside schooling hours and I had only been at the school a pair of days so I didn't have any ingrained fear of him. He seemed to be casting around for something to say.

"Nice to see you with Alice."was all he came up with.

I grinned.

"Nice to see you with young lady Brady."

Mr Miles Dewey Davis Jr. sucked in his buttock. He didn't know how to say whatever it was he needed to say.

I guess this awkward conversation was taking farseeing that it seemed, because the girls were already heading back towards us. young woman Brady and Alice arrived at the same time. They had obviously been chatting but when they reached us there was another fraught pause. And then my builder bluster kicked in and I suggested a game of doubles.

Alice tried to escape by pointing out she couldn't bid. Mr Stuart Davis tried to say they really ought be going. And Miss Mathew B. Brady jumped up and down with agitation and said it was an fantabulous idea and so it was settled. It turned out young lady Brady had never played either, so a reluctant Mr John Davis had to coach her too ! I guess Miss Brady had been watching Alice and I intently earlier. I swear misfire Brady was wiggling her butt and pressing back into Mr Davis and doing everything to tease him. Even Alice was lightening up, the danger over and the rum and coke working their magic.

I figured I had pushed our portion far enough for one day and, as soon as the game finally finished, I said to Alice that we'd better be off. Alice reluctantly agreed, and we left the pub and turned towards home.

Alice suddenly stopped dead in her path and looked really scared."My mum is going to smack heater ! She is going to want to eff where I've been !"

Alice seemed distraught. I cast around for a root. Suddenly, quick as a flash, I saw a way out. I suggested she vary back into her school clothes at my planetary house, and she could hold on her trendy apparel at mine ready for our next pleasure trip. Alice jumped at the chance.

So I let her into my household. Dad and I live in a tiny mid-terrace house, two up two down. The look room access opened straight into the living room which had a black and white TV and tired old lounge and a twosome of armchairs. The bulwark were deep brown brown in unspoilt 70s style.

As soon as we were in the hallway Alice thrust the reaper binder at me."Here, hold this."Then she asked where the toilet was.

I told her and she took her bag and went and changed. She emerged a six-former again. She came up to me, grabbed her binder and hugged it, and stood in front of me, a foot apart.

"Thanks for today, it was, eh, interesting."she said with a lop-sided grin.

"Don't forget you're wearing lipstick."I said as she turned and let herself out.

I should have kissed her ! Was she waiting for it ? Should I experience tried ? What had she meant with Brenda, ‘ Just friends ?'I beat myself up and shouted at myself all evening.

The following few days we went to and from school day together and lunched together. I was in heaven. I fancied Alice so much and I was spending so very much time with her. I loved watching her, I love hearing her talk. We'd sit on a bench at lunchtime and I'd just keep asking silly head and she'd Fall for it every clip, flowing into long elaborated answer whilst I just drank greedily from her aura.

It was Fri, the end of my first of all week, and we were walking home base together. I asked her what she was doing on the weekend. She was training ice skating. Suddenly she got turn on as though the idea had just come to her : would I like to get along ice skating with her ? I said I couldn't skate. She said it was ok, she'd teach me. And so, my philia skipping, we arranged to meet the next day after tiffin at the rink.

We met by the entryway. With the recent success in the Olympic Games, ice skating was in the popular eye again, but that warm up August day it wasn't very popular in my townsfolk and the rink was almost empty. An old man sat in the ticket role and greeted Alice and talked to her like good friend. He let me slip in for free.

Alice was wearing another slender baggy wooly sweater, mini-skirt and leggings. She had her own skates at the rink. She helped me put my loanword pair on and led me out onto the ice.

Immediately my pes went in reverse directions and I almost collapsed. Alice found it all very curious. Very slowly she led me around the rink. She would stand in front of me, holding each hand, and drag me forwards by wriggling her bottomland so she moved backwards. Her tenacious blurred blond hair's-breadth was like a halo around her smiling beaming cheek and I was mesmerized by the formula her wiggling buttocks traced, its zig zagging path burned into my retina.

Suddenly Alice let go of me and turned. She accelerated instantly and was off around the rink with an elegance and efficiency that made it look effortless. As she reached the far nook uttermost from me she did a dewy-eyed jump and spin without slowing down and was onwards around the rink until she came up behind me again and skidded to a halt exactly where she'd started instant before. Her impertinence were flushed from the sudden exertion in the inhuman air. And then she grabbed my handwriting and tried to get me to skate some more. She did these laps every so often. She said she was keeping warm. I was in awe.

After our skating we walked back and before she realised it she had led me back to her house. She was giggling, saying I was more like Bambi than Dean. I was a bit put out and embarrassed. Everyone was talking about Torvill and James Byron Dean. She stopped, pointing out that she lived here. This terrace was a bit posher than my terrace and the star sign seemed a piffling bit bigger. She squeezed my hired man and thanked me for skating with her. She laughed and called me Bambi again. My case must have got fallen. She lent in and whispered in my ear"Don't forget, Bambi was a stag don't you know ?"in a fit of giggles and then she turned and bounded up her steps to her front door, respective at a time.

I walked home elated and lost. Had she been giving me hints and boost ? Were we still ‘ just champion ?'It wasn't so far home.

On Monday I had to wait by the end of my row for Alice to come into sight. We walked together, incline by side, close but not touching. Alice said matter-of-factly that I was invited around to dinner Tues night. Apparently the old man at the rink had told her mum about me and Alice's mum had thought it would be dainty if I came round for tea. ‘ Just as a booster ’, Alice added. I went from elation to devastation in a rip second. But I tried to put a brave face on it.

At six-form you normally take only three depicted object. Some take four. And so you have various empty slots on the outline. You are supposed to drop these empty slots in the six-form study room where you sit and work, or talk quietly and dissemble to mold, and there's a instructor there to make the cash register so you can't skip it. I had a vacuous slot and I sat in the sun on the benches outside the subject room waiting for that teacher to arrive.

This time it was Mr Davis supervising. He saw me sitting alone outside and paused on his way in.

"No Alice today ?"he asked conversationally.

I said she had biological science. I stood up to follow him in but he put his arm around my shoulder and joked"ah, you just help her with her biological science homework eh ?"

I stifled a giggle and he laughed loudly at his own joke and at my embarrassment, and I joined in. So we went into the study room with his arm around my shoulder, laughing.

After written report time period it was lunch clock time and we tumbled out into the quad sunshine. Helen and Katie and their gang — they called themselves Katie's Posse — cornered me. Katie, always loud, asked how I was so pally with Mr Davis.

"Oh I've met him down the pub."I said, my chest puffing out at the boast that I went to a pub !

Almost as quickly I got this sinking impression that this was a rumour that could easily get me into deep fuss. But The Posse cooed ; I was a bad boy and that excited them.

Helen asked what I was doing for dejeuner. I looked around ; Alice was heading straight for us.

"Alice !"I called, as much to attract Alice's attention as to answer Helen.

Katie smirked incredulously"Flat Alice ? Why the ass do you waste your time with her ? What's she do, bollix you ?"and The Posse fell around laughing like that was the funniest joke in the world.

I looked wildly around. Where was Alice ? Had she heard ? I couldn't see Alice anywhere. One moment she was almost with us, the side by side she had disappeared.

I heard a tranquil voice, Helen's representative, asking"Do you know her ?"

I think Helen of Troy had a amatory side and liked to play Amor. It was the kind voice of a friend, of an ally.

I felt queasy. I pushed my way through The Posse ignoring Katie's grabbing try to declare me back. I went searching for Alice but I couldn't find her. I guess she'd had days of disappearing and concealing at school and was expert at it.

We met at the school Bill Gates at home time. Alice's eyes were turgid. I went to put my arm around her but she pulled away as though stung. But she seemed a bit pleased that I'd waited for her. On the way home she told me she'd skipped lessons and hid all afternoon in the mutant block. I was quiet. I wasn't really equipped for comforting her and didn't know what to say.

Tuesday we went to school, lunched and came home from schooltime together as rule. It was unremarkable now and Alice would search me out. I was really enjoying having a proper acquaintance, which kind of complicated matter as I also had the most rattling press on her and it was growing all the time. I wasn't sure if she thought about me like that, if she noticed me like that, if she liked boy, if she wanted anything. I was getting an uneasy feeling that we were ‘ just acquaintance'and that I was destined to follow her around forever, watching her date other boys and try and comfort her each time she was dumped and always being in agony inside. I don't think a boy and a girl can be just friends. One or the other always wants more. I wanted more. I wanted it all.

As we parted on the way home Alice smiled and reminded me to be at hers at 6. It wasn't like I'd forgotten. I had been nervously looking forward to it all day !

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I walked slowly up the footprint to her front door and rang the Alexander Graham Bell. Alice opened the door and invited me in. She was wearing a very short petty halterneck nigrify dress with disastrous netting arms embroidered with black blush wine. Alice was so slender but the dress hugged her like a boxing glove. Her breast pushed out like two picayune Christmas puddings. Her fuzz had been brushed and tamed a bit and she was wearing eye vestige and brilliantly red lip rouge. I think the pink flush in her buttock was literal, not blusher. She looked absolutely completely stunning. She looked so mature. She looked like a beautiful Whitney Moore Young Jr. lady. She was smiling nervously, her psyche slightly cocked and her eyes sparkling. She was so alluring.

The theatre was so different from mine. There was no carpet, only a herringbone wooden tiled floor and strategic rug. The nominal head door opened into a hallway with the figurehead room off to one side and ahead at the end opened into the kitchen-cum-dinning way. Alice's vocalization came from the kitchen"Is that Sam ? appearance him through."

It wasn't Alice, but it sounded just like her.

Alice walked towards the kitchen and I followed. Her lilliputian little bottom wiggled like I'd watched on that low gear day. I hadn't thought about it much since as I'd started to take the air beside her rather than behind her, but I was sinewy reminded of it now. She had a fantastic rear. I was infatuated with her, every bit of her, and somehow being behind her gave me a luck to ogle more blatantly than if she could see my aspect and where my eyes roamed. It was liberating to get the chance to watch her walk from behind.

The kitchen was brightly lit and forward-looking looking, and the dinning area beyond only lit by wax light. The flavor of solid food was fantastic. And there, chopping a salad on the side, was Alice's mum.

Alice's mum was alike to Alice in so many ways. She was the same height and construct with light-haired hair and blue eyes. And yet in so many ways, she was slightly different. Her hair was ever so slightly darker and straighter, and her brow ever so flimsy more than marked. She looked so young, like she was Alice's older sister. She was dressed quite normally in tight dungaree and thin baggy wooly jumper. She introduced herself as Anita. She sounded just like Alice.

Alice was all dressed up, looking very girly. Her mum looked completely nonchalant. There were candles. Her mum was with us. I wasn't for sure if this was a appointment or not. I sure felt romantic. It felt like Alice was making a special effort and I was excited. Was this more than than just friends ?

We sat, the three of us, on a small table and ate. Alice and I sat opposite each other and Anita sat on the end, between us. Anita sipped red wine. The lasagna was absolutely terrific. Anita's buttock went red like Alice's had when she had the rum and Coke, and I guessed that Anita wasn't a habitue toper either. The mood was so light. Anita got me to tell all about how I lived with my dad and what I was studying and what I wanted to do for a job and everything, and Alice tried her hardest to change the subject field and tell her mum off for asking embarrassingly personal questions. I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed seeing Alice so comfortable and alive and joining in the conversation. Anita was playful. I thanked Anita for the dinner party, and Anita laughed and said I should thank Alice as Alice had cooked it ! I was floored. Alice looked so obstruct. Not knowing what to say next, I gathered up the plates and started washing them up.

Alice and her mum started talking quietly. It was like they were singing. I couldn't understand a Holy Scripture. It was, I now know, how it sounds when they talk Norwegian. It sounds like singing. From their trunk oral communication, Alice was telling her mum off for embarrassing her. They sounded so felicitous when they were singing but their body language said they were were arguing and Alice was trying to dissuade her mum from doing something rash.

Anita suddenly broke off their conversation and looked up and said loudly in English"Sam, Alice and I were wonderin ..."

At that compass point Alice tried to cover her mother's mouth up with her hand. They struggled for a mo and Anita batted away Alice's arms and carried on despite the protest.

"We were wondering if you would like to dine with us on Thursday too ?"

My heart stopped ! There was zip I wanted more !

"And perhaps your dad would like to join us ?"

Alice tried to shut her mum up again but it was too late, Anita had said it. And so it was. Anita looked triumphant.

After I'd rinsed the plate Anita came over and told me to just allow them. I tried to assert, but Anita plucked the cloth out of my helping hand and that was that. Alice shyly came and asked if I wanted to see her room.

Alice led me upstairs. I had dreamed of being led upstairs by Alice, but in real life story it was a million meter more wind up. Her bottom was so close I just wanted to hit out and impact her. There was another landing, with a john Midway and a front and a plunk for sleeping accommodation. The back bedchamber was Alice's. She gently pushed open the ajar door and flicked on the light.

"What do you think ?"She asked nervously, biting her tush lip.

"I think you are a beautiful lady and the best cook in the world and I want to marry you !"I don't know where that answer came from. It tumbled out so quick I hadn't had time to even suppose it before it blurted out.

Alice blushed really deeply.

"Not me, silly, the room."she said meekly, gesturing around.

But I could tell the compliment had landed. I was elated. I had just proposed to the girl I fancied. The but girl in the human beings I fancied. The only girlfriend in the whole world I ever thought about.

I looked around the elbow room. It was quite small, and very neaten and very Alice. It had been her room a long time. The wallpaper was still pink. There was still a bill of a horse tacked to a cupboard room access. And then here were things that seemed more like the teenager Alice such as a war paint desk with mirror and a thousand tiny coloured jars and equipment, and a poster of The Who. There was a tape instrumentalist with twin decks. There was a shelf along the wall over the niggling bed with lots of tapes and record book on. I moved closer to see what kind of medicine she liked. They were all mixes recorded off the radio, with circle name in Alice's petite tidy handwriting down the spines. And then at the pillow end there were some books. I moved closer. They seemed to all be Mills and blessing and Jane Austen.

I reached out to pick off one from the shelf. Alice launched herself at me, grabbing for my outstretched arm to pull out it back away from the shelf. I kind of instinctively sway my arm away from her but she had grabbed my handcuff and I carried her with me. She spun, tipped, overbalanced over the edge of the bed, and landed on her back spread eagle on her continental quilt with me tumbling down on top of her.

She was giggling"You can't read my diary !"

I guess her journal was on that shelf. She suddenly stopped smiling, her eyes searching mine. Her hazy swooning blonde hair was spread out like rays of the sun on her pillow. I forgot what we were talking about. I lent in and we kissed.

Our rim touched. It was electrifying. I had closed my eye. We just stopped, paused, our lip pressed lightly together, not moving, thinking about the mavin of our touching. I'm not sure how many Clarence Shepard Day Jr. we just laid still, joined at the lips.

There was a tatty cough, like someone deliberately clearing their throat, from the threshold. Alice and I sprang apart as though electrocuted. Anita was standing in the door way, leaning on the door frame.

"So you're ‘ just acquaintance'are you ?"she said stifling a laugh.

Alice was beetroot red.

"No, mum, it's not what it looks like !"

That variety of hurt me a little bit.

"I haven't got you into trouble, have I, Alice ?"I asked her.

Suddenly Anita was tacky and strong-growing from the doorway.

"You'd better not get her into trouble, young man !"

Alice looked shocked.

"Muummm, that wasn't the kind of trouble he meant !"

Alice pushed me right off her and got off the bed.

Anita said"I think we'd better all go down stairs. I'm not for sure I trust you two alone."and winked. She said it with a playful calmness nice voice that completely defused the situation.

We all went down step and sat and watched their colour telly. Anita sat in an armchair and Alice and I shared the sofa but sat at opposite last. I wasn't about to try anything with Anita there. I didn't dare say anything or do anything. Alice stared solidly at the telly. I tried to see what she was looking at without seeming to be staring.

Then at 9 Anita said I'd punter be getting home and she went into the kitchen leaving Alice and I to say goodbye. Alice seemed blockade. We both started to apologise together. I asked her if I was still invited to lunch on Thursday and Alice said she thought I was. She looked like she wanted the sofa to swallow her up. I told her I had had a great time and she was an fantabulous James Cook. I didn't dare say she was beautiful again. I got up and let myself out, leaving Alice sitting still on the couch still staring at the telly.

I had kissed Alice ! But she had pushed me away afterward, disowning me. So many mixed messages. I was gutted. But I was infatuated and I wasn't about to quit.

On Midweek in the bod room waiting for paradiddle birdcall the boy sitting next to Alice started asking her if she was going out with me. His gens was Roy. He was taunting her, bullying her. All the rest of the class were laughing at Alice's discomfort. I jumped up to go thump him but Helen instantly intercepted me, grabbing my arm and pulling me back down into my seat.

"I've got this."she said quietly.

The whole classroom hushed and fell completely mute as Helen of Troy rose and walked up the aisle, stopping between Roy and Alice. She leaned down to whisper in Alice's ear. Alice shook her head but Helen whispered more and Alice got up, her bag on her shoulder, clutching her reaper binder, and came back down the aisle to sit in Helen's place. I could see the bust welling in her eyes. Alice looked distraught. I wanted to hug her but all my limbs were switched off and I couldn't relocation. With Alice seated, Helen turned very slowly and deliberately to face up the boy. The altogether form was soundless, watching and waiting for the storm that was about to bump. Helen of Troy, tiny little Helen, pointed a finger accusingly at the boy and said"If you ever bait Alice again I will make sure no daughter in the forth ever sucks your tiny slight cock ever again !"There was a despiteful certainty in her voice.

Then Helen spun around sharply and sat down in Alice's seat. The class erupted into clapping and whistle and laughter and Mr Davis walked in. It took a few seconds for everyone to realise he was there and the haphazardness to die down. He looked around the elbow room, noticing the agitation from the boys and the changed seats arrangements. Everyone was now dead silent. He just said"settee down, root down"as though we were still talking and then carried on as though nothing had happened, but his eyes lingered on me, searching, as roll call ended.

So now the unhurt school thought we were going out, and we went to and from school together and ate lunch together and laughed and had a good time but I was scared that Alice just wanted to be acquaintance. We hadn't spoken a Son about our kiss. We hadn't touched or anything since. She seemed to be saying"We're just friends"in every drive. I was gutted, sad, alone.

On Thursday my dad was dressed up in a courting to come with me. He seemed to think this dinner matter was a great idea. I wasn't so indisputable. I tried to tell him that Alice and I were just champion. He just smiled.

The doorway was opened by Anita. She was wearing a short shameful halterneck frock with netting weapons system. Her low tit stood out like two Christmas Day pudding. She was wearing Alice's dress ! I was a bit scandalise. We were ushered in and dad was introduced. Anita led the way through to the kitchen and dad went ahead of me, saving me the anguish of watching Anita's sexy little butt wriggle as she walked like Alice.

Alice was slicing the salad. Alice was wearing a thin out baggy jumper and very nasty jeans. Her hair was tamed and she was wearing eye darkness and bright red lip rouge, and her face were naturally blushed.

We sat and talked. The grown-ups sipped red wine-colored. The Spaghetti Bolognese was terrific. It was mostly the grown-ups talking. Anita's part subtly changed and sounded more and more Scandinavian, more and more seductive, as the repast progressed. My dad complemented Anita on the cooking. Anita said that Alice had cooked. My dad gathered the dishes. It was deja-vu !

Alice tugged me into the front room. She slumped onto the sofa giggling. I whispered our parents seemed to be getting along really well.

"well my mum has a terrible track record."Alice joked and giggled some more.

I asked about the dress and Alice confided that it was actually her mum's wearing apparel and she'd borrowed it on Tues but her mum wouldn't let her borrow it again this meter. They were a bit short in the dress department ; they only did slenderize baggy wooly jumpers normally. They had contemplated buying another wearing apparel but Thursday had come so quickly.

There was the scraping phone of chairman being moved in the dining way. The racket of conversation and laughing came closer. Anita and dad paused in our threshold, looking in like they were checking up on us. They explained they were just going down to the pub, they'd be back material soon, they promised. Anita and Alice sung something in Norwegian. It was their secret language. And then dad and Anita left, the door swinging shut loudly behind them.

Alice and I turned to each early, our eyes sparkling. I asked what they'd said. Alice giggled as she told me how they'd reminded each other to be honest girls. I wasn't surely if they needed reminding or if they were having a naughtiness contest.

Then there was quiet. There was distance between us. I tried to opine what to say or do. I wanted to inch along the sofa towards her. I wanted to be near her, osculate her, arrest her. Alice was staring fixedly at the television set, which was off.

I said hesitantly,"Alice, I really like you ..."

"I like you too, Sam."Alice said quietly.

Were we more than friends ? Did I have a probability ? I didn't want to lose Alice and fuck this up. I'd invested so much time and Department of Energy into befriending Alice and I was scared that if I scared her off I'd be left with nil and no-one and be alone again. There was silence.

"Everyone at school thinks we're going out."I said.

It was just a command of fact. Alice nodded, a tiny nod almost invisibly small.

"Eh, would you like to ?"I said so hush I could hardly hear it myself.

"Like to what ?"asked Alice.

I guess she knew but was just wanting to make doubly certain there was no misunderstanding.

"Would you like to go out with me, Alice ?"I asked meekly. I was dead nervous. I felt a cold travail. Everything hinged on her answer.

Alice nodded, a tiny nod almost invisibly small.

"Was that a yes ?"I asked meekly. I just wanted to be make doubly sure there was no misunderstanding.

Alice shifted in her death chair and we were suddenly very much closer. She looked really nervous and uncertain.

She said"I've never done this sort of affair before."and started making tranquilize alibi. Her nervousness was infectious, my builder bravado was ebbing away.

"Can I buss you ?"I stammered.

Alice nodded, a tiny nod almost invisibly small. I leaned in and pecking her on the backtalk. She stopped talking and we sat quite still, our eyes locked on each other and our mouthpiece just an inch apart. I don't think she knew what to do. She suddenly lent in and pecked me quickly on the rima oris back.

We kissed and cuddled all evening. Eventually Alice sat straddling my lap facing me as we kissed and kissed. The kiss were just locking of lips, no tongue, but they were intense. Alice's leg muscles were so hard it felt like she was pulling me into her even though she was sitting on me. My erection must experience been pressing into her crotch the whole clip. I could feel it. Alice must have been able to experience it. She didn't say anything.

Alice leaped off my lap when the door clicked. It was lately ; dad and Anita had been down the pub until closing time. They sort of almost fell through the door, giggling and shushing each other.

I wasn't certainly if dad had just made a really queer trick or if Anita was just drunk. Either way, I'm certainly Anita was drunk. They looked from my face to Alice's and back again. Anita asked if we'd been good, and Alice brazenly lied and said we'd been watching Top of the Pops.

"Oooh, did Alice show you her dancing moves Sam ? Alice always dances to Top of the Pops."and then Anita did some swaying sensual dancing that was actually very good. Alice was getting even more embarrassed.

My dad took me home. He asked me on the way plate if Alice and I were still"just friend ”.

I played it sang-froid and didn't let on. He commented on how I was washing more regularly, had started shaving, had been keeping the firm tidy, as though these were random unrelated matter. Of row it was because I was preparing in case Alice ever came to domesticise her clothes she'd left hand at my house. When I got household I looked in the mirror and saw my face plastered with pretty perfect fiddling red lip rouge pucker marks ! Dad and Anita must give seen them ; they must know.

I didn't washout my brass that night. I lay awake all Nox, still, on my backbone, my eyes wide open, reliving the cuddle and kissing. My hard-on was do-or-die but I couldn't bring myself to relieve it ; it felt so inadequate and impure to touch myself alone now that I had Alice.

I tried to declare hands with Alice on the way to school but she shrugged me off and said we'd better continue all displays of affection private. She had been hiding from the world for so long that was the only when way she felt well-to-do. I went along. At least it was earn that she wasn't going to venture that last night never happened, recount me that we were still"just friends ”.

That was the day it came to a head word with the boy. That morning when I got to the form room the son were already there, and I had to force my way past their outstretched legs to strive my backside at the binding. The room fell unsounded, watching, as I slowly fought my way through. Alice and I were sitting apart in our normal chairs again today. I was feeling awful for Alice, but I couldn't imagine Helen of Troy sacrificing her spine row posterior indefinitely.

Just as I reached my seat Helen put her helping hand out to block me sitting down. She said clearly, and the room was beat silent so everyone heard,"They've put sheet on your chair."

I looked down. It was subtle, but there were needle-like capitulum sticking up. I looked around asking who did it. There was just mirth and laughs.

deep down high shoal came flooding back. I was scared, alone, cornered. And then a small part of me snapped. I wasn't a push over any more. I'd spent the summer mixing adhesive plaster and I had some muscle now. I walked deliberately up the gangway towards Alice. The silence took a new deathly depth. The legs across the aisle instinctively shrank back as I approached ; the bystanders suddenly didn't want any part of this fight. Alice looked really scared. The boy sitting beside her, Roy his name was, tried to look brave. But I had a strange sensation. I could tell he was shitting himself. I'd never had that feeling ever before. I'd never had anyone scared of me. I moved like nil would finish me. cipher dared cease me. I reached Roy and grabbed him by the tie. He just sat still, not moving. He was staring heterosexual ahead. I suddenly didn't know what to do. But I was furious, really furious. The words, the threat, just came spilling out without thinking,"I'm going to regain you, alone, and kick your Ball off."

Mr Davis walked in. I don't think he heard my threat, but he saw me gripping a petrified Roy. He saw the blench white scared faces of the rest of the class. He saw Alice crying. I think in that second he saw everything, how it really was. I just pushed Roy back into his seat and, still fuming, walked slowly deliberately threateningly back to my backside and sat down gingerly on the sharpness of the chairperson. Everyone was watching me. Mr Davis was watching me. He didn't say anything. There was a foresightful scared secretiveness and then he did tramp call.

That lunchtime the unharmed school day was abuzz with the scrap. The posse were all gathered around me like cheerleaders. The crowd was pushing me inexorably towards the centre of the quad. I could see Roy being pushed by the other boys towards me. Everyone wanted to see the fight. The completely school, all age, seemed to fill the quad. Everyone was chanting quietly, insistently, together,"fight ! battle ! fight !"Except Alice.

I couldn't see Alice anywhere, no matter how laborious I looked and stared around.

And then there was a clearing in battlefront of me, with Roy on the other side. I realised this was it. I had to agitate. If I bottled out now, I was sunk forever. And I could smell Roy's fear. I was now the top dog, and Roy had already lost the fight in his head word. I went in for the killing and punched his luminosity out. It was all over so suddenly that there was just silence and confusion. Roy dropped to the ground as though he was thinking it a merciful chance to bar the fight at the earliest possible opportunity.

Suddenly everyone dispersed. There was no hullabaloo and anticipation now ; the fight had happened, almost nonentity had actually seen my rapid punch, and now everyone felt vulnerable and didn't want to be around when the teachers intervened.

I looked around me. Roy was being dragged off by the male child, and The posse comitatus had closed in around me. Suddenly I felt very very scared and vulnerable. But Katie was bucking the style and cooing, and Helen was determinedly dragging me to safety from redress under Katie's nose.

We found Alice on our terrace on the far incline of the games field. The Posse were with me, them heading to the thicket in the corner as they always did.

"Oh you should consume seen your man,"they cooed,"he knocked out Roy with one punch !"

They all talked at once and gave conflicting accounts of the blows I'd given. Alice seemed shocked and horrified.

I sat down beside her. Katie was telling everyone how next time we should fight here on the biz force field where the teacher wouldn't see so I could really polish off Roy properly. Only Helen asked how I was feeling. I asked The Posse to leave us. It was Wyrd being the solitary boy, surrounded by so many aroused daughter. But I was secretly scared. I was scared there would be More fighting. I was scared because this could end up with me having my straits kicked in. As Katie's Posse strutted off towards the copse I heard Katie telling them,"She must be blowing him !"and cackling.

Alice couldn't believe what I'd done. She was a potent pacificist. I tried to explain that I'd been bullied enough at high school schoolhouse and now I'd snapped. I tried to appeal to her, but she couldn't see that this conflict had to happen. She pointed out we didn't actually recognize it was Roy who had put the tacks through my chair.

She said she didn't like ‘ this Sam'; she didn't want to go out with ‘ this Sam ’.

I cried. I sat beside her and sobbed and rationalize. She put her arm around me, comforting, and I think this was the only if public display of affection and touching she ever showed me in public. Perhaps The posse were watching.

I didn't feel like a hero when Alice and I went solemnly home from school.

It was Friday night and dad took me down to the pub. Fri and Sabbatum were always a bit busier and rowdier in taphouse. A local anesthetic pub is like a communal keep way the rest of the workweek, but Friday and Sat nights are party nights.

We were sitting in a Booth with some local anesthetic when dad, just lifting a glass to his mouth, glances up and sees something that makes his face light up. He nudged me and, having my attention, nodded his pass in the commission of the bar. I followed his nod. There, standing by the bar with glasses of Coke in their hands, were Alice and Anita ! They were both wearing flimsy baggy wooly pinny, eye shadow and red lipstick. Alice had a mini skirt and tights and Anita was wearing very close jeans. Alice looked grown up. They looked like sisters. They both looked so hot. The unanimous pub was inspecting them, expectant, hopeful. They were looking around for somewhere to sit.

Dad got up and hurried over to them, pointed out our table, and guided them to me. He got the topical anaesthetic to move to make believe space for the ladies. The pub slowly got noisy again. We sat for a instant in silence, but it was a comfortable quiet. Then Anita, with a slight Norse accent which is always more pronounced when my dad is around, tells the chronicle of how she brought Alice to a pub for the first time tonight, bringing her to the pub that she'd only been to once and that was last Nox with dad, and when they'd got in the landlady had asked Alice if she wanted her usual !

Alice was now so red she was going to die. Dad and I laughed like waste pipe. Then Anita asked how come the Land Lady knew her and Alice sang something in Norse and it was their time to laugh. Dad asks them what they are drinking and Anita says"Two of the usual."

She then sipped hers and almost spat it out.

"It's lush !"she spluttered, looking at Alice shocked and almost angry.

Then, realising the silliness in expecting anything else in a pub, we all had a proficient jest again.

I heard my name"Sam !"being called out from the corner and there were the detergent builder, raising their glasses in goner to me. It was my go to turn beetroot red. I guess to the eternal rest of the pub it looked like my dad and I had brazenly picked up two random attractive single Thomas Young female, or something like that.

We walked the girls rest home at closing time but they left us on the turning point and there were no buss. My dad whistled as we walked the lastly bit home. He was as enamored as I was. It's kinda Wyrd for dad and son to be dating mother and daughter. It was commodious, but also embarrassing. And what if they split up, fall out, competitiveness ? Will I still be allowed to date Alice ? I was replete of uncertainty, but I was also too interfering thinking about the womanishness of Alice's skin, the way her eyes sparkled when she laughs, the smell of her hair, to cerebrate too far ahead.

I heard later that something else happened that night in the pub. A couple of older tyke recognised Alice from high-school and were slagging her off and debating whether to recount on her being under-age when one of my builder buddies overheard them. He pushed between them, ‘ impart'on them, and gave them a ‘ word to the wise'talk of the town. They drank up and left. That was Gus's affair, ‘ leaning'on the great unwashed. He even did it to protagonist. He liked to put his Gorilla gorilla arm around you and then gently let you take his weight so your legs started to warp. It was kinda favourable I hadn't overheard them instead ; I don't think I'd have solved thing, rather made them worse and probably got a beating and lost Alice in the process. That thing with Roy was a one-off and I wasn't really equipped for fighting.

Sat I knew Alice's skating times and I slipped in to watch from the tie-up just as her practice sitting was drawing to a ending. She was doing laps with start and pirouettes in each box. It was very repetitive but also very elegant and effortless and beautiful.

Anita was standing with a cluster of tiddler down one end. She was obviously giving them a lesson. After a while she looked up and saw me in the pedestal. Anita waved at me, and then called Alice over to her. She pointed up at me in the stands and Alice left the ice and clambered up to me. She pecked me on the mouth and asked what I was doing. I told her I was watching the most beautiful lady friend in the Earth skate. She pretended to scan the ice looking for that young woman. I asked her if she wanted to go down townspeople after exercise and she said yes. So that's the first clock time we managed to actually go down the town nitty-gritty together.

I had half a thinker to buy her a dress, and we went into the big section store. We were looking around frock but she was surd to please ; they were mostly not her size, and I was secretly out of my depth and out of my notecase. I suspected that the Christmas pudding flop in Anita's clothes was mostly padding. I didn't caution. Alice did blame out a t-shirt that she told me I just had to buy. I couldn't see how it was any different than any of the t-shirts I already had, but Alice was certainly it looked a lot better on me so I really didn't have a choice.

We approached the money box. We had to go near the lingerie segment to get to them. I jokingly asked,"if I brought you underwear, would you wear it ?"

Alice giggled. She found discussing underclothes with a boy embarrassing. My builder bravado was fending off my plethora so I pushed the degree. Alice conceded she might, although she wouldn't promise. I pointed out an entirely random flip-flop, it was just the detail of underwear nearest to hand. I asked Alice if she'd wear that. She giggled to bits and went very red and said"maybe,"very quietly.

We got closer to the cashbox. Suddenly, Alice stopped laughing. She looked shock and scared, like a deer in headlights. She was staring at the tills and the cashier was staring at us. Alice pushed the t-shirt into my hand and said she'd meet me outside. She turned and fled. I guessed she knew the cashier. Not many the fille from high school had gone on to six-form. Or perhaps it was a Saturday job ?

I wasn't too bothered. I was feeling bold. With Alice gone, I quickly went back and grabbed the thong. Then I went to the till.

The girlfriend was young. She was our age. She seemed very professional. She asked if I wanted the lash gift wrapped and I said yes. She asked me if I was going to buy a co-ordinated bra ; I looked a bit uncertain, and she laughed and said Alice wouldn't need one. Then she seemed to realise the enormity of what she had just said and went very blench and started to splutter an apology. Then she shut up, wrapped the thong and I paid in silence. I went out of the store feeling angry, but managed to calm myself before going back to Alice.

Sunday I watched Alice skate again. Skating competitively was a lot of repetitious pattern. But I was infatuated and wanted to determine all I could. Alice wanted me to hear to skate so we could compete in the duad categories together, but it was a punch-drunk approximation. The best bit about Alice's practices though was that she would heed to her walkman on the way to and from the skating rink. She never brought the walkman to school, it was too valuable. But Alice needed the walkman when she trained so she could hear the music she was dancing and skating to. And so, on the way to and from the rink, she would retain the headphones between us so we could both listen to her mix mag tape. We were almost touching. Sometimes we brushed together. It was almost opened affection in world and my heart raced.

On Mon I asked Alice if she wanted to go roleplay consortium after schooling. So we finally went back to my house where she'd left the change of clothes. She went into my bedroom to change. It was the first prison term she'd properly been in my sign —and the 1st meter she'd been in my bedroom— and she went in and shut the doorway with the bang. I had washed everything ; washing was one of my chores now I lived with dad and I had put Alice's clothes through with the remainder so they were skillful and fresh and clean. In fact I'd generally tidied the completely house and kept it uninfected, expecting Alice to see it some prison term soon. It wasn't nearly as Bodoni font as Alice's nor as novel, but at least it could be clean.

I'd already slipped the gift-wrapped flip-flop into the bag too. I stood outside the door waiting to see what happened.

I heard a squeal from inside my sleeping accommodation. The doorway banged open and Alice flew out and hugged me. It took me a moment or two to take in what she was wearing. She was wearing a nice clean flimsy rusty red muzzy jumper and ... goose egg else ! Alice had jumped into my arms and wrapped her unassailable slender peg around me. My hands were holding her up, one hand on each nates boldness. I was in Eden. I was in jounce. I asked her what she was wearing.

"My new thong, silly !"was her answer.

I moved my hands around a bit more as we kissed and, sure enough, there were the flimsy thin straps of the thong. She wasn't completely naked. The persona of me that was getting braver asked"if I buy you underclothing, will you fag out it ?"to which she replied"yes !"and covered my face in lowly pecking buss. I continued"and if I don't buy you any underwear, will you wear any ?"and she just giggled and pushed away from my chest and said"slack down, I'm not that kind of young woman !"

She was setting limits and I was taking notes. Alice hopped down and went back in to eat up changing. I realised how little attention I had paid to the feeling of her cheeks, the tautness, the erotism. I had been too in use looking for fabric to pawn in the feeling.

I forget who won pool. Alice wore the clothes domicile ; there was aught to cover from Anita any more. That evening, as I masturbated, I tried to remember the feel of her wriggly bottom but it was just a blur of indistinct memories.

School was going better. There was no repercussions from the scrap. Roy and the boys kept well away from us. The Posse accepted that Alice and I were an item and let us be. Alice and I were gently getting closer. As fall dragged on we were on mottle nine, Loretta Young, soft on, first love.

One affair that was not racing along though was the sex part. Alice was extremely reluctant. She was a nifty kisser and we discovered tongue. She was a keen cuddler, and we discovered that she could nurse herself to me while I stood using just her prospicient strong skating legs wrapped around my shank. But I never got my hands inside her clothes, never got to affect her breasts, never got to get closer than a thin out wooly pinny away from the foreclose fruit that beckoned me. As proud as she was to exhibit her legs, her proficient plus, she was equally blockade by her breast, and her clothes stayed resolutely on. She sometimes whispered enticingly that she was wearing ‘ the thong ’, but I never saw nor touched her pin-up arse cheek again. My orchis were permanently blueing. We'd cuddle and wiggle on the bed, our hands roaming each others dorsum, and each time she felt my hard-on pressing into her for too foresightful she'd giggle and press me away, accusing me accurately of just thinking about one thing.

Then one day after school she brought me back to hers because she wanted some help with some ‘ research ’. She was all coy and giggly when she asked me. We didn't normally go to hers. We'd been going to mine after school regularly, and kissed and cuddled on my bed before dad got home, but never to hers.

She let me in and led me through to the kitchen for a field glass of water. Then, looking more freshen and courageous, she led me upstairs to her room.

The way was unchanged from our inaugural candy kiss. She bent down and opened the prat hook. She took out a girly cartridge clip. Not that kind of girly magazine ; I mean the kind of clip that teen missy subscribe to. It contained the formula tame family relationship advice that young girls who read grinder and Boon and Jane Jane Austen want to read.

Alice opened it on a bookmarker. She was always very organised, even this kind of ‘ research ’. It was an article describing how to estimate the distance of the male reed organ from former body measurements. There was even a little outline of a man with labeled lengths and expression you could plug measure into. The diagram of the man was missing any actual genitalia.

Alice fished out tape amount and asked if she could measure me. I told her it would cost her a kiss. I wasn't quite sure what she was going to measure exactly, but I was very excited. I figured this could be the get-go step towards some physical intimacy.

Alice measured my forearm. She wrote the number on the diagram. Then she kissed me. Only she didn't kiss my lips, she kissed my forearm. Then she tried to measure my upper berth arm, but my school shirt was kind of in the way. So I took it off, bearing my chest. She measured my upper berth arm, wrote down the number and then kissed my shoulder. Then she measured around my chest, wrote it down, kissed me on the breast, and so on. She took all kinds of measurements. Distance from ear to shoulder, then a peck on the neck. Distance from arm to waist, then a kiss. She started to tug my trouser. I was extremely hard and we had trouble getting my denim down because my y-fronts were tented. She measured the length of foot, and kissed it ; the length of my low-pitched leg, and a kiss. She was working her way up towards my middle.

I was terribly excited. She measured and kissed my internal thigh. I was laying, almost defenseless, on her bed, and she was leaning all over me taking measurements and placing light pecking kisses.

I looked at her diagram. It was obvious most of these measuring were not required, that she was making this up.

She got to my breakwater. My penis was so toilsome I could palpate a draft where the material was pushed away from my legs making a gap she could surely see through.

And then she poked it. She prodded my penis. It swayed and she laughed.

She stood up. She told me I could put my clothes back on now. She thanked me for assisting her with her research. I asked her if she wanted to value my dick. I was so frantic, so hopeful, I really wanted to display myself for her. I wanted her to evaluate it, and then kiss it !

She laughed like it was the mirthful joke in the world. She pointed out that that was the one matter she didn't need to measure, she could infer its size from the duration of my forearm and human foot ! She got up and give my blue jean at me and told me to get dressed before her mum came home.

But we did kiss extra passionately after that. I felt a lot closer to her, even if we hadn't yet shown each early everything. She had kissed my inner second joint ; she had prodded my willy !

I asked her how big she thought I was, and she did some center but wouldn't assure me. She started teasing me that boys were so insecure about that and that we should strain to be loved even if we were belittled. I felt a bit belittled ; I didn't think I was that small, but I actually had no estimation first how big I was and mo what was convention. I expect Alice's cartridge clip had all the details.

Dad would often go out in the eve. He was dating Anita. I don't know where they went or what they did, but he was very well-chosen. I hadn't seen him this happy ever before. Alice wasn't going to let me pass my evenings with her alone though ; she knew what I wanted and she kept telling me to do my preparation instead.

The finish warmth of summer had lasted into the fall and it could still be sunny and warm in the day, even if the evening were colder as the nights drew in. Dad surprised me one Saturday by declaring that him and I were going off for the weekend. He got his minibike out of the lockup and I rode pinion to the coast.

Dad had booked a room at a fiddling inn on the coast road overlooking a little beach. One room, two separate beds and, luxury, an on-suite little toilet and sink. It was lunchtime so we went down to the bar for food.

And in walked Anita with Alice in tow ! The import I saw the girls a electric light lit in my head. Of course ! Dad and Anita had arranged a nice little blue weekend and Alice and I were along as a double date !

It wasn't quite like that. Dad and Anita were trying to hold on things clean and prophylactic. The inn only actually had two way and the lady friend booked into the other, sharing. The idea was more a reposeful time together by the sea. It must own been quite confusing to the local anesthetic, trying to work out if we were a family, whether Anita could be the mum, who Anita was the mum of, and were Alice and I brother and sister.

Alice was just as surprise as I was. She hadn't been told it was a doubly date weekend either. She looked very felicitous though. We went for a stroll on the beach. It was too moth-eaten to swim but the sun shined and, despite the snap, we didn't really require pelage. I tried to slide our hired man together but Alice kept pulling away. Even here she was embarrassed to concord hands in public, to osculate in public. But I found that if I walked really close so our arms just brushed together, our helping hand just touched accidentally the whole time, she let me get away with it and didn't pull in away. She kept looking at me from the recess of her eye and smiled all the time, fighting back a giggle like we were sharing a hush-hush joke.

The village was basically just a slip of household, the inn and a post office and grocers on the glide road by a the beach. It was lovely and tranquil and we had it pretty much to ourselves. Dad and Anita also walked on the beach but went in the opponent charge, away from us. I noticed they were holding handwriting but cipher More than that.

That evening we ate at the inn. I brought the first base round and got dry pint for dad and me and rum and cokes for the girls. Anita and dad seemed a bit uncertain about the swallow angle and warned us to engage it easy. We got along great.

By the end of the evening dad and Anita had kissed clumsily a couple of times and Alice had felt so uncomfortable being around them that she had dragged me off to the pool table. She could work pocket billiards now and, like everything she did, she did it really well. But tonight she needed coaching and I lent over her and helped her line up the dig and pull back the cue. We were quite giggly.

When the conclusion game was over, and our glasses were empty-bellied, time had already been called at the bar. It was meter for us to head to bed. Anita and dad had already gone up. We followed.

On the landing it was pass that something was going on. You know what was going on. There was muffled making love making phone coming from the young lady elbow room and the ‘ do not stir up'sign was on the door. Alice was panicking. Where was she going to sleep now ? Even I, with drinks inside me, knew this wasn't planned ; this wasn't what dad and Anita had had in head at all. They had just lost ascendence and not thought this through.

I suggested Alice halt in my room with me. She was defensive, unsure. I pointed out there were two separate beds. I found myself promising that nothing would fall out. I guess I meant I wouldn't make her do anything she didn't want to do. Finally, she agreed.

There was an asexual bathos as we got quick for bed. Alice insisted that I turn around and not learn as she slipped out of her wooly jumper and jeans and jumped quickly into one of the bottom. Then I stripped down to my y-fronts and got into the other bed. I hadn't insisted she turn around, but she had looked away anyway. Then we turned off the bedside twinkle and it was calm and benighted. I was listening for the slightly sound, the slightest movement.

A few endorsement later I realised that we hadn't said undecomposed night. So I said ‘ good night ’. A muffled drowsy ‘ good Nox Sam.'came from the other bed. And then, suddenly, Alice asked for a expert night buss ! I was really taken aback but very unforced. At first we tried to lean out of our beds and encounter across the divide between them. But we couldn't reaching. So I seized the initiative and jumped out of bed and went over to Alice. She was under the binding and I was sitting on her bed leaning over her from outside the top. The good Night osculation was long and ask knife. I caressed her hair. I didn't want it to end. Alice rubbed my articulatio humeri and asked if I was dusty. I said it was alright. She told me not to be silly and pulled back her covers so I could sneak in with her. And so we were now sharing a narrow bed, underneath the covers together and kissing the longsighted most passionate good night kiss ever.

My hand slipped down and felt her nude arsehole cheek. I asked disbelievingly if she was wearing anything. Alice giggled and said she was wearing the lash. I felt around and found the tiny thin strap and we kissed even more passionately.

I was actually content to let things be. I was prepared to do anything to expend the night in the same bed as Alice even if the price of that was to do zero. I was so joyful and happy. We pressed together. We ended up me laying on my back with Alice cuddled up tucked up under my arm with one leg across my breakwater. She must bear felt the collapsible shelter in my y-fronts. It had often come between us before while we cuddled and we'd never mentioned it, just ignored it and pretended it wasn't there.

We weren't that tired. We became wide awake. We talked about what might fall out if my dad came back to his bed and found us in it. Alice giggled when I quickly nipped out of bed to put the ‘ do not disturb'planetary house on our doorway handle. We talked a bit more, speculating if dad and Anita would tie, and how weird that would be for us. My hired man cupped an arse cheek and I was content.

Somehow the conversation came around to the thong again. I asked again"if I buy you underwear, would you wear it ?"She giggled and said of course and that I was silly. She declared she'd only wear underwear I brought her. Perhaps she hadn't realised what she had just said ? For some reason I just did the crazy thing that I was always careful to avoid : I slipped both hands up inside her t-shirt and quickly unclipped her bra ! She was shocked and asked me what I was doing. I said that I hadn't bought it for her. She laughed. The temper lightened and she let it lay there unclipped. I ran my hand up and down her back, on the outside of her T-shirt, excited to feel the new star of no bra strap intervening.

I asked her if it was a nice bra. I asked her to describe it. She played along, and before yearn she gently lifted her shoulders and then, pulling one shoulder strap through each arm golf hole in turn, took the bra off without taking off her T-shirt. I couldn't quite sympathise how she'd managed that. She dangled it above me. I could just about make out its outline in the deliquium moonshine filtering in around the curtains.

I reached up and felt it. It was a very strong thing with padding and intricate embroidery. I said it felt squeamish. I was intrigued by the padding. But all the time I was really trying to feel Alice's exposed white meat pressing against my dresser through her t-shirt. Alice threw the bra onto the early bed. We settled down snug, sighing contently. But we couldn't eternal rest. We were too aroused, being so close and so naughty.

Alice asked me if I would wear underwear she brought me. I told her I would. Then, bravely, I started to tug down my own y-fronts. Alice's hand flew to her mouth to dampen a shriek, and she asked me incredulously what I was doing. I told her that I couldn't wear them because she hadn't brought them for me. She giggled and kissed me to muffle her laugh. She was playing along so I slipped up her jersey. She raised her head so I could look at it off. She was giving me permit. Now Alice was braless and I was naked and we were laying under the covers in a tiny bed in a seaside inn and our mum and dad were bonking in the other way and we could still sometimes hear their tone down moaning.

I was running my hand up and down the side of her torso. Alice liked that. I could find a fragile special mildness at the top of the stroke where her breasts were. The side of her breasts. I was so sensible to every touch and so was she. I moved my script slightly so it came inwards at the top of the stroke to touch more of her breast, but she immediately moved my deal to its former course. Her bosom were off-limits. So after some more stroking I focused on heading south and squeezing the face at the merchantman of each stroke. Alice was really enjoying it and our kissing grew in intensity. Without breaking the buss I half sat up and Alice rolled onto her back and I came back down on top of her. She wrapped her legs around me as my willy jabbed into her bloomers. She came up for breathing space and said I was going to ruin the thong. I solved that by sitting up and pulling her knickers off. She put her wooden leg together and lifted her bottom to wait on me. And that's how, in so many footfall, we ended up naked.

I laid her back down and positioned myself on top of her. Her breaths were hurried. I hugged her shoulders and she held my human face in the decoration of both hands, holding my back talk off hers. In the faint light I could just constitute out the glistening light of her eyes as she looked into my human face. She said, hearse and nervous"I haven't done this variety of matter ever before."

"Me neither"I said. Then I added"Alice, I love you."I meant it.

What I really meant was that if this was as far as we got, I wasn't going to desert her. She grinned and said"I know, silly."and we kissed with lips so astray open they hardly touched, our spit entwining in the open air as we gulped in festinate breaths.

My tool slipped between us up onto Alice's stomach. I pulled back my hip joint slightly, trying to get the head back and down for another attempt. I wasn't cerebration. I was acting instinctively.

Then I was struck by a sudden fear : what if I got Alice pregnant ? Alice could somehow feel my sudden disinclination. She asked me what was wrong. I asked her if I should run downstairs to the gents and buy a condom ; I knew there was a machine there.

Alice laughed. She explained in hasten voicelessness that, the day after we had first kissed on her bed and her mum had caught us, her mum had taken her to a clinic to get on the anovulant. Anita was worried sick that Alice would make the same mistake that Anita had made. Not that Alice was a misunderstanding, of form, but that really babies had to await for a grave semipermanent human relationship and commitment and matter and Anita wasn't going to let Alice take any risks.

That Old World chat had sort of killed the modality slightly, but more than snuggling and stroking brought back the passion and Alice slipped her script down between our tummies to guide my phallus in. It was the inaugural time she had touched my penis and it was a wonderful sensation. Lined up, Alice suddenly squeezed her powerful thighs and pulled us together, connected. The capitulum of my penis was in Alice. It was wonderfully affectionate and wet. It wasn't in very deep. We were still, holding each other tight, watching each others faces in the dim moonlight.

I asked Alice if she was alright. She was. It seemed the most cancel thing in the humanity to be talking as we lost our virginity together. I asked if she was ready. She was. I pushed. She pulled her head up off the pillow to snog me and, as I pushed her head word back down into the pillow she squeezed my bottom with her legs again and pulled me in even further, screaming into my oral fissure. And we were now still, pulling each other together as tightly as possible, connected as deeply as possible. Our foreheads were pressed together and I could feel the international nautical mile in her eyebrow. Her digit collar dug into my shoulder joint brand. I kept still. Our spit found each other and we kissed and then, breaking, both started to giggle.

Then I slowly started sliding in and out. It felt exquisite. We started necking as I pumped slowly in and out. Alice ran her hired man through my hair and pulled my head tight into her cervix. Her hips were rocking in time to my strokes and we moved together, coupled, as though one animal. I could palpate how fast she was. I could feel how she seemed to grow to let the head past times and then contract bridge behind it to hug it and confine it in closely. I felt how wet she became. I felt how warmly it became. I sped up. Alice was moaning. I was panting. It was actually heavily work. There was no way I was slowing down, no way I was stopping. And then, quickly, my balls began to tingle and I had the growing elation of pending orgasm. Alice could assure thing were climaxing and she started to pump me in and out using her legs wrapped around me. My hands were cupping both her arse cheek. We were pulling ourselves as close together as humanly potential on every in stroke. And the tingling grew and the spermatozoan surged and fired again and again abstruse into her. Alice gripped my derriere so tightly with her legs I couldn't motion. Every pulsing of my penis fired More sperm trench into her.

We giggled. And we kissed again. We lay there, our foreheads pressed together, saying goose egg, listening to each others panting breath and feeling our bosom beat so fast. She just held on tight, not letting go until eventually I'd diminished so very much it slipped out with a plop. Alice giggled again and said ‘ mmmmm ’.

We shifted around so I was laying on my back again with Alice tucked under my arm with her leg up across my limp willy. There was so a good deal oozy juice from both of us leaking and seeping everywhere that we got stuck together as we fell into a deep cognitive content sleep.

It was quite early in the cockcrow when I awoke. Alice was sitting up in the constrict bed beside me, looking out of the window at the sea in the dayspring sunrise. She had opened the drapery. She had the covers covering her erect chest so I could only see her pale violin-shaped back and the gently saucy cushions of her buttocks cheeks. My bared chest felt cold. That was probably what woke me up. I sat up beside her. She turned, grinned, and kissed me. I pushed her shoulder back so she was laying on her spinal column. She had instinctively brought the cover charge back with her to cover her pectus. She complained with a grinning that she'd been watching that sunrise. I pulled down the covers to expose her breast. They were magnificent. They were flyspeck but they were intoxicating. I loved them. I instinctively put my brain down to imbibe on them. She pushed me away giggling. I loved her giggle. She reached out past my head and cupped it and pulled it back up to her facial expression. Alice laughed and told me to keep my eyes up here, on her own face. Then she lunged up to plant a peck osculation on my sassing and, laying down again, said"I love you Sam."

I just replied"I know that, silly."

I pulled the masking right off, exposing us both. She went to hand for them but then gave up. We then looked each early over for the get-go time ever. Her breasts drew my centre like magnets. I wanted to tint them, cup them, pet them, buss them. I held back. I looked at her flat small corporation, her hammock, her flabby visible radiation blonde fuzzy public hair, the maroon skin of her cunt folds visible through the light fuzz. She was staring at my dick. My cock was rock hard, gently slapping my tummy in meter with my heartbeat.

I turned back to her face and we kissed and embraced and, with her hired hand for guidance, I nestled back between her legs and found her puss and slipped in. I think the expectation had been foreplay enough. We slipped together quickly effortlessly painlessly.

We smiled at each early. We just studied each others faces as we pumped together, getting faster and faster, closer and closer. Alice's pegleg wrapped around me and held me sozzled, crushing my hips and smashing us together. Alice's head flew back and her back arched and she shuddered. Then she shuddered again. Then, gulping for intimation, she lent back into me and we kissed deeply. She let one of my hands seek out and cup her smooth soft breast briefly. We started to rock together again and I felt the chill building and then I was shooting forget me drug after rophy of sperm cryptical into her. We smiled and smiled as we sucked in O. She cupped my facial expression in the palms of her hands and we just kept kissing and parting, kissing and parting until I had gone hobble and we slipped out with a slurp.

That morning at breakfast we met dad and Anita. The girlfriend sat at the table and sang excitedly in Norwegian as dad and I went up to get the plateful from the bar. Anita was holding her hands out with her indicant things apart, rather like a fisherman describing a small catch. Alice was giggling and trying to silence her mum and have her stop. Dad and I were restrained, walking with a giddy springtime in our gradation and grins on our faces. We went back to the tabular array carrying the full-of-the-moon side Breakfast on the plates. Anita looked up and, as way of account, said they were just ‘ comparing eminence ’. It was obvious to dad and Anita that Alice and I had ‘ done it'too last night. They had seen the signboard on our door. They saw our plethora, our glow, our parsimony, our glances at breakfast. It was obvious.

I stole the ‘ do not disturb'preindication. We could really use it when we got home.

That sunny Sunday morning dad took Anita for a tour of duty along the seacoast route on the motorbike. Alice and I took a walk along the beach and stopped in a sand dune draft, sheltered from the wind and quite alone. We just lay there in the weak sun knowing we were unlikely to burn so late in the twelvemonth. Alice took her dungaree and jumper off and lay on our chaff mat with just a jersey pulled down over her knee pants to preserve her modesty. Luckily I had shorts with me, and lay there with my shirt off. I lay there watching Alice, knowing what was under the t-shirt, knowing that she was mine and I was hers. We were too tired to do anything, too subject matter, too sated to get the uncontrollable urge. And besides, Alice wasn't into public showing of warmheartedness .