6-6Everyone who has been bullied dreams that, when they leave mellow schoolhouse, everything will change. Everyone lives in promise and ilk feel good stories where the nerd gets the lady friend in the end. As we say at victim Anonymous,"My gens's Sam, and here's my report":

My last twelvemonth at high school was a doodly-squat year. I wasn't pop to begin with, wasn't good looking, wasn't trendy, had zit. And on top of that, I had lots of shit happen in my life sentence, all in that Lapplander class. 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 flat and her new lover. We moved to a small mid terrace in a rougher neighbouring borough. And because it was my last year, I couldn't swap schooling so I had a really long walk of life to and from school all through that final winter and springiness. 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 girl were interest 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 drinker really, put some effort into being social and got friendly with some builders in our new local anaesthetic pub and that got me a summer job mixing cataplasm. It was back-breaking work but a few weeks real tough labour heftiness you up in way of life a gym never will and the builder spell and confidence really rubbed off on me too. It was always an early commencement, on site by 7, but with a"liquid lunch"down at the pub and, because I was with a bunch of builders, I was served and cipher let on — they thought it was a funny secret that that their scrawny labourer was under-age. I spent a good part of my wages on rounds but I learned a lot of self confidence doing it. So you can stop impression sorry for me now ; I did. You know where this is going. I'm going to go to a six-form where nonentity knows me, and as a man not a boy.

Around rolled the first day of six-form. I left the house and went to the end of the row and turned right. The grown road was replete of a steady current of fry, some in groups and some alone, in the Saame uniform heading towards my new school. I slotted myself into a gap in the stream.

Basically I noticed all the miss. I couldn't service it. No boy can help it. I was addicted to looking at young lady. In straw man of me, for example, was a female child. I carefully kept footstep so I wouldn't catch up. She had really toned long picket legs and a short mini-skirt. Her blouse was baggy and she had a large satchel over one shoulder. Jack London Thomas Kid always carried their dish over one shoulder, even if the bag had two straps. She was clutching a big binder. She looked weighed down. She was quite magniloquent and I guessed she must be in the six-form. She had farseeing blurred blond tomentum. It was a very visible light blonde, almost white.

I kept my head teacher down and tried to keep a constant length from her foresighted branch and wiggly trivial bottom.

The new school was quite skinny and we were soon there. I got out the piffling map I had received in the office and tried to act upon out how to get to the form room. It wasn't hard, and I didn't full point to talk to anyone. The quad was wax of kids chatting and catching up, waiting for the bell, but I didn't know a soul so I went straight to incur my new form room.

The schoolroom was in a portacabin on the side of the games flying field. virtually of the six-form was in a clustering of portacabins near the secret plan field, away from the high schoolhouse. We only had to go up to the main schooltime building for science subjects.

Feigning self-confidence, I went straight in. It was one-half full. I made a bee line for the barren seat in the far back corner. mass watched at me. Everyone else had been to the high school schoolhouse together, and I was the only new boy.

Some chatty giggly girls came in and sat down in the back row. The girl who sat down beside me turned and introduced herself as Helen of Troy. Helen of Troy had favorable curly hair, probably permed. She had an open smiley face and bright Brown eyes and a gap between her two front teeth. She wore a tight blouse over her perambulation titty and her school tie was easy and her blouse top buttons undone to show generous cleavage. As she lent towards me to talk my eye were sucked in and she basked in my attention. She started to level out and name everybody as the room filled up.

In high school school the bad boys had sat at the back, as a pattern, if it was rid seats. Some teachers decided who sat where but mostly it was free seating and so there was a hen-peck order. I had never sat in the back row before. But not a lot of bad boys went on to six-form so the bad girls were promoted to game row sitters and I, the new boy, the unknown quantity with the confidence of person who had been shoveling sand and cement all summer, had gone and sat myself there. I had been advertising my presumed trust and ascendency. inside, if I'd stopped to think about it, I'd have been petrified.

Helen of Troy was mostly interested in introducing me to all the girls in the hind row. But I saw that, sitting up the edge away from the windowpane in the seating reserved for the nerds and misfits, was some fuzzy blonde hair I recognised. Was that the delicious wiggly bottom I'd followed to school ? 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 backbone row.

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

Katie was just a aloud indiscreet variety of girl. Helen of Troy 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 tawdry"No, it's because she's a frigid bitch !"

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

I got my answer pretty prompt. In take the air Mr Stuart Davis. He was a shortly but right man with thinning hair. He effortlessly commanded respect. The all room hushed. He put down a pile of document on his desk, turned to the socio-economic class and, in a authorize Scottish accent, welcomed us to the six-form. He looked around and his middle settled on me. He told me to stand up, which I did, but I didn't have to acquaint myself and say anything because he did all that for me. Everyone then chorused"howdy Sam."and I sat down.

I was beaming I hadn't had to speak ; I don't think I'd have been able to babble out gimcrack enough for anyone to hear.

Mr Dwight Filley Davis was also our maths teacher. Those not taking maths — you picked you subjects for A-levels — left and some new kids from early kind came in. I stayed put in my corner rear. Then we had our first maths moral, which went until lunch. That was different from high school ; at A-level you only took three field but the example one-armed bandit were often a lot longer.

My first tiffin was pretty lonely. I found the cafeteria using my map. I didn't have any friends to hang out with. This was uncomfortable, but not half as uncomfortable as being at my old school surrounded by yob. There were so many kids everywhere that it was hard to spot anyone. I didn't see Helen nor Katie's gang, nor Flat 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 skillful day and I sat outside, waiting for the afternoon lesson on physics to start.

That night my dad took me down the local to celebrate my first-class honours degree day at six-form and ask how it went. I told him it went cracking. He told me it'd take metre to take in admirer and workplace out who the Irish bull were. I guess he saw through me a bit, but being in the pub with the builders and my dad really kept my spirits high gear. I wasn't going to be a button over so quit feeling sorry for me.

The next day I went to schooltime again, slipping into the current of kidskin between two groups. I went straight to the back nook of the variety classroom, realising that the crew of male child who sat in strawman of me didn't face so favorable. I guess they didn't like that I was getting in with Helen and Katie and the rear row ?

Helen seemed really dainty. Sure she liked me ogling her boobs, but she liked that variety of attention from all the male child. She was a vamper, but she was also form and considerate. She didn't have a miserly bone in her physical structure. She was way out of my conference, but I guess she didn't know that on score of nobody knowing my history. The back row girls knew all the other boys who had gone on to six-form from the high school and they weren't really their eccentric. about of the backrest row girls had fellow who were a year or two previous and had left school and were working or looking for it. I think Helen of Troy had a young man, although she carefully kept it ambiguous. But Katie kept gleefully implying it.

That lunchtime I looked at my map for somewhere to explore as something to do. I went to the library. The program library was in the main old shoal building and had high stained glass window. It was almost deserted. I went along the rowing of shelf, full of boring books.

And there she was. That brilliant long foggy blonde hair. It had to be monotone Alice. She was sitting hunched over her afford ring-binder, writing. I walked around her board and stood in movement of her and exculpated my pharynx. She looked up. She had small soft feature article and gamey cheekbones, eyebrows so blonde they almost didn't show and very light blue center. She had a few zit but very missy do. So do boys. Hell, I had some zits.

I could sense she was different. I could sense she was especial. She seemed approachable, she seemed real. It was a vibration she gave off. We were two outsiders.

I introduced myself and asked if we were in the same form. Then there was secretiveness. She hadn't said anything. She hadn't answered my question. She was looking at me like I was mad. Finally she reached out a manus to stimulate mine, saying"Hi, I'm Alice. Yeah we're in the same frame. Is there anything I can help 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 show first-years and their parents around on open-days.

My constructor bravado kicked in.

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

She kicked up the creditworthy pupil position a notch and looked seriously concerned, muttering soothingly about how it was awful I hadn't been shown around properly. She started to give management, but I played dumb and pleaded"Can you just indicate me, please ? It'll be easier."

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

"Follow me."she said and I did.

We marched side by side across the quad towards the cafeteria. The kick had died down and it was only half full. She was about to turn away when we reached the doorway, but I asked her if she wanted to eat with me. She just stood there, saying nothing, until I pleaded"Please ?"She caved in, and she went sat down at an empty-bellied table while I got my lunch of sausage balloon, baked beans and chips.

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

I started to explain the auto-mechanic of knifes and branching 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 kind of defensive mechanism. I listened to her, hanging on every word.

Wed morning I had to run past a mates of group of tike to catch up with Alice who was walking alone to schooling. She didn't pay any aid as I caught her up, but when I said"Hi Alice."she turned, alarmed, saw it was me and calmed down.

She seemed defensive attitude, but at least she talked back. I said we must know quite confining, and she smiled weakly and didn't offer any clue of where exactly she lived. And by now we were at school day and we headed together to our form room.

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

Then that lunch time I rushed off to the library. It was empty. I was a bit gutted and was a bit overpower with a loneliness. But, zippo better to do, I stood external by the door and waited. Alice was coming across the quadrangle towards me.

"Are you stalking me ?"” she asked.

From the tone and inert 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 mobile canteen is again, are you ?"

I fished some sandwiches out of my bag and held them up swinging in forepart of her face. She suddenly cracked an unwilling small grin as though she couldn't service herself.

"Oh ok."she surrendered, sounding exasperated, like I was a naughty puppy, and she led me off across the game 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 little she dropped her safeguard. Alice is actually Norwegian, although her mum had moved to London when she was very little and she didn't remember much. Although she spends all her summer in Norge visiting category and loves it, London is ‘ home'now. Her real name is Erika, but Alice is her English name and she likes it better ; I should call her Alice. Her mum was a unseasoned mother and her dad didn't stick around and that's one of the big rationality why they moved to England, for a new startle. That and that the English people really need tooth doctor ! Alice's mum was a trained dental nurse. Alice's avocation is ice skating, which comes naturally on account of her being Norse, and her mum is the instructor in the topical anaesthetic skating rink. I just kept asking questions and Alice kept answering and all this came tumbling out. I don't retrieve that we ate any sandwiches.

Then Alice looked at her lookout man and said we had to get to lessons. It was a bit early I thought, and I said there was no spate. But Alice jerked her thumb over her shoulder, indicating towards a brushwood at the bed corner of the games field, and said"The posse will be finishing their fags and coming back soon and it won't be skilful for us to be seen together"as explanation.

Obviously the laborious fry went and smoked in the copse at luncheon times. We hurried across the orbit towards the six-form portacabins.

I rushed to the schooltime gate at home time too, thinking Alice would receive to pass through them to go nursing home. Yes I was forcing my company upon her. No I didn't think about it that way. All I could think about was Alice. I was already infatuated. And so we walked dwelling together too.

I had a crush on her and alone with her I was feeling brave. I worked up the catgut to reach a motion : I asked her if she wanted to go down the heights street after schooltime tomorrow. She tentatively agreed. It was all going so fast. At senior high school school I had been so moody, bullied and socially awkward that I had never ever spent any metre with any young lady ever. And yet now I was coming out of my eggshell so flying I was at risk of doing something really pudden-head. I should have been thinking about things from Alice's angle, knowing how it is to be an outsider on the edge of school life being pursued by a steamy 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 uniform. Then we got to the top of my route 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 note value her secrecy. But it variety of felt like we had a appointment. At least, in my psyche, we had a date.

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

And then after school day came. We met at the schooltime gates but then ducked back into the sports occlusion to change out of our uniforms. There were classify changing rooms. Alice came back outside in a slenderize baggy rusty red wooly jumper, a plaid mini-skirt and black-market leggings. She was wearing vivid red lipstick. She was transformed ! Still carrying a bag and hugging a binder, she looked every bit a mature college little girl easily.

I steered her towards home. She pointed out that it wasn't the way to the Ithiel Town centre, but I assured her I knew that. She seemed dubitable, one-half distrusting, 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 spooky. She bit her freighter lip. She looked invitingly vulnerable. She looked gorgeous.

I opened the door and she stepped inside. It took a couple of bit to adjust to the darkness. Right in movement of the door was the bar where the landlady Brenda stood, cleaning glasses. 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 coke. I nodded. Alice seemed a bit outrage, but she kept subdued. I put it on my dad's tab and we took our drinks around the side of meat into the salon. It was mid afternoon and it was quite quiet, almost empty.

We sat in a John Wilkes Booth next to each other on a Bench seat sipping our boozing. Alice asked me if I drank a lot, and asked how the landlady seemed to know my name. I form of talked myself up a little bit, but a bit of me never wanted to lie nor overstate to Alice, so I kept it real.

Alice's cheeks flushed almost immediately ; this was very clearly the initiative inebriant she'd ever drank, and the starting time pub she'd ever been in, and the get-go juicy thing she'd ever done !

Suddenly Alice looked up across the beauty parlour and froze. She looked floor. I followed her regard. It was Mr Davis and a lady friend sitting in a booth against the opposite wall, kissing.

"That's girl Brady, the Geography instructor !"Alice whispered.

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

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

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

"Not to each other !"Alice clarified.

Ah.

At that minute Miss Brady glanced up, saw us watching them, and pushed Mr Davis away. They hurriedly tried to correct and clean up their vesture. I raised my pint to them in military greeting, brave on the away and panicking on the inside.

So here were two under-age school tiddler caught drinking in a pub by two teachers caught having an intimacy by two school day small fry in a pub ... I now realised that neither pair wanted this to become public. 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 instructor thought of her than what she thought of other masses I guess.

To kick downstairs the tenseness I suggested to Alice that we play pool. She hadn't ever played pool before so I promised to teach her. So we got up and took our glasses over to the pool table, slotted in ten penny and racked up. Then I broke and, when it was Alice's turn, I stood behind her and achieve around her to show her how to hold the cue and line up and rap. The smell of her shampoo was intoxicating. The beer I'd drank, and it being my local, was giving me my a mega back breaker of my cocky builder magical spell, at the same time as I was so sensitive to every gentle ghost of our dead body, brush of her hair, as I guided her.

Our plot was going slowly. That suited me. I forgot about the instructor. And then Alice needed to go powder her horn in and I pointed out where the madam was.

After Alice left another campaign in the bar made me remember we were not alone. Miss Brady was following Alice to the toilets and Mr Davis was heading straight for me. Obviously they were taking this chance to tidy us out one-on-one.

Mr Davis came over and asked if I came here often. I nodded. I had my constructor bravado and it was my local and it was international schooltime hours and I had only been at the schoolhouse a couple of days so I didn't have any grain fright 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 Miss Brady."

Mr John Davis 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 longer that it seemed, because the little girl were already heading back towards us. girl 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 plot of doubles.

Alice tried to get by by pointing out she couldn't play. Mr Stuart Davis tried to say they really ought be going. And girl Brady jumped up and down with excitement and said it was an splendid idea and so it was settled. It turned out Miss Brady had never played either, so a reluctant Mr Davis had to coach her too ! I guess Miss Brady had been watching Alice and I intently earlier. I swear Miss Brady was wiggling her butt and pressing back into Mr Miles Dewey Davis Jr. and doing everything to tease him. Even Alice was lightening up, the risk over and the rum and coke working their magic.

I figured I had pushed our lot 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 tracks and looked really scared."My mum is going to smell smoke ! She is going to need to know where I've been !"

Alice seemed overwrought. I cast around for a answer. Suddenly, quick as a instant, I saw a way out. I suggested she change back into her school dress at my house, and she could keep her voguish clothes at mine ready for our next outing. Alice jumped at the chance.

So I let her into my family. Dad and I live in a tiny mid-terrace house, two up two down. The front man door opened straight into the living way which had a black and white TV and tired old sofa and a pair of armchairs. The walls were chocolate brown in proficient 70s style.

As soon as we were in the hallway Alice thrust the 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 have got tried ? What had she meant with Brenda, ‘ Just friends ?'I beat myself up and shouted at myself all evening.

The next few 24-hour interval we went to and from school together and lunched together. I was in heaven. I fancied Alice so a good deal and I was spending so much time with her. I loved watching her, I love hearing her talk. We'd sit on a work bench at lunch period and I'd just keep asking silly query and she'd fall for it every fourth dimension, flowing into long detailed solvent whilst I just drank greedily from her aura.

It was Fri, the end of my first week, and we were walking home together. I asked her what she was doing on the weekend. She was training ice skating. Suddenly she got excited as though the estimation had just come to her : would I like to add up ice skating with her ? I said I couldn't skate. She said it was ok, she'd teach me. And so, my affection skipping, we arranged to satisfy the future day after luncheon at the rink.

We met by the entrance. With the recent winner in the Olympics, ice skating was in the popular eye again, but that warm August day it wasn't very popular in my township and the rink was almost evacuate. An old man sat in the ticket function and greeted Alice and talked to her similar good friends. He let me slip in for free.

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

Immediately my feet went in opposite steering and I almost collapsed. Alice found it all very singular. Very slowly she led me around the rink. She would stick out in front of me, holding each hand, and sweep me forwards by wriggling her bottom so she moved backwards. Her long blurry blonde pilus was like a halo around her smiling beaming face and I was mesmerized by the formula her wiggling bottom 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 niche furthest from me she did a wide-eyed jump and twisting 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 secondment before. Her cheeks were flushed from the sudden elbow grease in the cold air. And then she grabbed my hand 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 mansion. She was giggling, saying I was more like Bambi than James Byron Dean. I was a bit put out and hinder. Everyone was talking about Torvill and dean. She stopped, pointing out that she lived here. This terrace was a bit posher than my terrace and the houses seemed a minuscule bit bigger. She squeezed my helping hand and thanked me for skating with her. She laughed and called me Bambi again. My face must have 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 look door, several at a time.

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

On Monday I had to wait by the end of my row for Alice to come into flock. We walked together, side 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 nice if I came cycle for tea. ‘ Just as a friend ’, Alice added. I went from elation to desolation in a rent second. But I tried to put a brave face on it.

At six-form you normally take only three subjects. Some take four. And so you have several abandon slots on the scheme. You are supposed to expend these empty-bellied slots in the six-form survey rooms where you sit and work, or talk quietly and make believe to work, and there's a teacher there to take the register so you can't skip it. I had a empty slot and I sat in the sun on the work bench outside the study rooms waiting for that instructor to arrive.

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

"No Alice today ?"he asked conversationally.

I said she had biota. I stood up to follow him in but he put his arm around my articulatio humeri and joked"ah, you just avail her with her biology homework eh ?"

I stifled a giggle and he laughed loudly at his own gag and at my superfluity, and I joined in. So we went into the written report room with his arm around my shoulder, laughing.

After field of study full stop it was tiffin time and we tumbled out into the quadrangle cheer. Helen and Katie and their crew — they called themselves Katie's posse comitatus — cornered me. Katie, always gimcrack, asked how I was so pally with Mr Davis.

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

Almost as quickly I got this sinking belief 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 tiffin. I looked around ; Alice was heading straight person for us.

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

Katie smirked incredulously"flat Alice ? Why the screwing do you waste your sentence with her ? What's she do, blow you ?"and The posse fell around laughing like that was the funniest trick 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 next she had disappeared.

I heard a quiet phonation, Helen's voice, asking"Do you have sex her ?"

I think Helen had a wild-eyed side and liked to fiddle cupid. It was the variety vocalization of a supporter, of an ally.

I felt sick. I pushed my way through The posse ignoring Katie's grabbing attempt to retain me back. I went searching for Alice but I couldn't find her. I guess she'd had years of disappearing and hiding at school and was expert at it.

We met at the school gate at home time. Alice's eyes were tumid. 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 moral and hid all good afternoon in the fun cube. I was quiet. I wasn't really equipped for comforting her and didn't know what to say.

Tuesday we went to school day, lunched and came home from school together as pattern. It was routine now and Alice would search me out. I was really enjoying having a right ally, which sort of perplex thing as I also had the most tremendous crush 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 boys, if she wanted anything. I was getting an unquiet feeling that we were ‘ just protagonist'and that I was destined to follow her around forever, watching her date other boy and try and solace 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 early 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 tone to her front line room access and rang the bell. Alice opened the door and invited me in. She was wearing a very brusk little halterneck black apparel with black netting arms embroidered with black roses. Alice was so sylphlike but the frock hugged her like a glove. Her breasts pushed out like two little Yule puddings. Her tomentum had been brushed and tamed a bit and she was wearing eye phantasm and bright red lipstick. I think the pink flush in her impudence was genuine, not blusher. She looked absolutely completely stunning. She looked so mature. She looked like a beautiful untried lady. She was smiling nervously, her head slightly cocked and her heart sparkling. She was so alluring.

The house was so different from mine. There was no carpet, only a herringbone wooden tiled floor and strategic carpet. The look door opened into a mansion house with the look elbow room off to one side and ahead at the end opened into the kitchen-cum-dinning elbow room. Alice's voice came from the kitchen"Is that Sam ? show him through."

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

Alice walked towards the kitchen and I followed. Her flyspeck little bottom wiggled like I'd watched on that initiatory day. I hadn't thought about it much since as I'd started to walk beside her rather than behind her, but I was knock-down reminded of it now. She had a marvelous bottom. I was infatuated with her, every bit of her, and somehow being behind her gave me a chance to ogle more blatantly than if she could see my nerve and where my middle roamed. It was liberating to get the chance to look out her walk from behind.

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

Alice's mum was similar to Alice in so many style. She was the same acme and progress with blonde tomentum and blue eyes. And yet in so many ways, she was slightly dissimilar. Her hair was ever so slightly darker and straighter, and her hilltop ever so tenuous more marked. She looked so Young, like she was Alice's erstwhile sister. She was dressed quite normally in tight dungaree and thin baggy wooly pinafore. She introduced herself as Anita. She sounded just like Alice.

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

We sat, the three of us, on a small-scale table and ate. Alice and I sat opposite each former and Anita sat on the end, between us. Anita sipped red wine. The lasagne was absolutely wonderful. Anita's impudence went red like Alice's had when she had the rum and coke, and I guessed that Anita wasn't a steady drinker either. The mood was so light. Anita got me to secern 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 switch the depicted object and tell her mum off for asking embarrassingly personal inquiry. 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, and Anita laughed and said I should give thanks Alice as Alice had cooked it ! I was floored. Alice looked so blockade. Not knowing what to say adjacent, I gathered up the dental plate and started washing them up.

Alice and her mum started talking quietly. It was like they were singing. I couldn't understand a word. It was, I now know, how it sounds when they talk Norseman. It sounds like singing. From their body language, Alice was telling her mum off for embarrassing her. They sounded so happy when they were singing but their body spoken communication 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 point Alice tried to embrace her mother's mouth up with her handwriting. They struggled for a second and Anita batted away Alice's coat of 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 nothing I wanted more !

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

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

After I'd rinsed the plates Anita came over and told me to just get out them. I tried to insist, but Anita plucked the cloth out of my mitt 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 it was a million times more excite. Her bottom was so close I just wanted to reach out and touch her. There was another landing, with a john midway and a front and a back bedroom. The back chamber was Alice's. She gently pushed open the ajar threshold and flicked on the light.

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

"I think you are a beautiful madam and the near cook in the cosmos and I want to get married you !"I don't know where that answer came from. It tumbled out so flying I hadn't had prison term to even think it before it blurted out.

Alice blushed really deeply.

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

But I could order the compliment had landed. I was elated. I had just proposed to the girl I fancied. The sole girl in the earth I fancied. The only girl in the altogether creation I ever thought about.

I looked around the room. It was quite small, and very tidy and very Alice. It had been her room a long time. The wallpaper was still pink. There was still a card of a knight tacked to a cupboard doorway. And then here were thing that seemed more like the teenager Alice such as a makeup desk with mirror and a thousand tiny coloured jars and equipment, and a poster of The Who. There was a tape recording player with twin pack of cards. There was a shelf along the wall over the little bed with wad of magnetic tape and book of account on. I moved closer to see what kind of medicine she liked. They were all mixes recorded off the radio receiver, with band name in Alice's tiny tidy handwriting down the spines. And then at the pillow end there were some record. I moved closer. They seemed to all be mill and Boon and Jane Austen.

I reached out to pull one from the ledge. Alice launched herself at me, grabbing for my outstretched arm to pull it back away from the ledge. I form of instinctively sway my arm away from her but she had grabbed my cuff and I carried her with me. She spun, tipped, overbalanced over the edge of the bed, and landed on her back spread bird of Jove on her duvet with me tumbling down on top of her.

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

I guess her diary was on that ledge. She suddenly stopped smiling, her eyes searching mine. Her bleary Inner Light blonde hair was spread out like re of the sun on her pillow. I forgot what we were talking about. I lent in and we kissed.

Our sass touched. It was electrifying. I had closed my centre. We just stopped, paused, our lips pressed lightly together, not moving, thinking about the sensation of our touching. I'm not sure how many days we just laid still, joined at the lips.

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

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

Alice was beetroot red.

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

That variety of damage me a little bit.

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

Suddenly Anita was loud and aggressive from the doorway.

"You'd serious not get her into worry, untried man !"

Alice looked shocked.

"Muummm, that wasn't the sort of hassle he meant !"

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

Anita said"I think we'd well all go down stairs. I'm not sure I trust you two alone."and winked. She said it with a playful calm courteous interpreter that completely defused the situation.

We all went down stairs and sat and watched their coloring telly. Anita sat in an armchair and Alice and I shared the sofa but sat at opposite close. 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 better be getting home base and she went into the kitchen leaving Alice and I to say good-by. Alice seemed hinder. We both started to apologise together. I asked her if I was still invited to tiffin on Thursday and Alice said she thought I was. She looked like she wanted the lounge to unsay her up. I told her I had had a enceinte time and she was an excellent Captain James Cook. I didn't dare say she was beautiful again. I got up and let myself out, leaving Alice sitting still on the sofa 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 Wednesday in the form room waiting for drum roll phone call the boy sitting next to Alice started asking her if she was going out with me. His name was Roy. He was taunting her, bullying her. All the relief of the form were laughing at Alice's discomfort. I jumped up to go thump him but Helen of Troy instantly intercepted me, grabbing my arm and pulling me back down into my seat.

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

The solid classroom hushed and fell completely silent as Helen rose and walked up the aisle, stopping between Roy and Alice. She leaned down to whisper in Alice's ear. Alice shook her oral sex but Helen whispered more and Alice got up, her bag on her shoulder, clutching her binder, and came back down the aisle to sit in Helen's place. I could see the binge welling in her oculus. Alice looked distraught. I wanted to hug her but all my tree branch were switched off and I couldn't move. With Alice seated, Helen turned very slowly and deliberately to front the boy. The unhurt grade was silent, watching and waiting for the violent storm that was about to get out. Helen, tiny little Helen, pointed a finger accusingly at the boy and said"If you ever loosen Alice again I will make sure no female child in the Forth River ever sucks your diminutive lilliputian stopcock ever again !"There was a vindictive sure thing in her voice.

Then Helen spun around sharply and sat down in Alice's seat. The division erupted into applause and whistling and laugh and Mr Davis walked in. It took a few seconds for everyone to actualise he was there and the noise to die down. He looked around the room, noticing the ferment from the son and the changed seating transcription. Everyone was now dead silent. He just said"Settle down, settle down"as though we were still talking and then carried on as though null had happened, but his eyes lingered on me, searching, as roll call ended.

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

On Thursday my dad was dressed up in a suit to make out with me. He seemed to believe this dinner thing was a great mind. I wasn't so sure. I tried to separate him that Alice and I were just friends. He just smiled.

The door was opened by Anita. She was wearing a brusk pitch-dark halterneck dress with netting arms. Her small breasts stood out like two Noel puddings. She was wearing Alice's dress ! I was a bit shocked. 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 seat squirm as she walked like Alice.

Alice was slicing the salad. Alice was wearing a thin baggy sweater and very compressed jean. Her hair was tamed and she was wearing eye shadow and bright red lipstick, and her buttock were naturally blushed.

We sat and talked. The grown-ups sipped red wine-colored. The Spaghetti Bolognese was fantastic. It was mostly the grown-ups talking. Anita's voice subtly changed and sounded Sir Thomas More and more than Northman, more and more seductive, as the repast progressed. My dad complemented Anita on the preparation. Anita said that Alice had cooked. My dad gathered the dishes. It was deja-vu !

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

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

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

There was the scraping audio of president being moved in the dining way. The disturbance of conversation and laughing came closer. Anita and dad paused in our doorway, looking in like they were checking up on us. They explained they were just going down to the pub, they'd be back real soon, they promised. Anita and Alice sung something in Norwegian. It was their secret speech communication. 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 good missy. I wasn't sure if they needed reminding or if they were having a naughtiness contest.

Then there was silence. 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, kiss her, throw her. Alice was staring fixedly at the tv, which was off.

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

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

Were we More than friend ? Did I have a chance ? I didn't want to lose Alice and fuck this up. I'd invested so very much time and energy into befriending Alice and I was scared that if I scared her off I'd be left with nothing 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 bantam nod almost invisibly small.

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

"Like to what ?"asked Alice.

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

"Would you like to go out with me, Alice ?"I asked meekly. I was idle queasy. I felt a moth-eaten swither. 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 certain there was no misunderstanding.

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

She said"I've never done this kind of matter before."and started making calm excuses. Her nerves was infectious, my builder bravado was ebbing away.

"Can I osculate you ?"I stammered.

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

We kissed and cuddled all evening. Eventually Alice sat straddling my lap facing me as we kissed and kissed. The candy kiss were just locking of back talk, no tongues, but they were intense. Alice's leg heftiness were so inviolable it felt like she was pulling me into her even though she was sitting on me. My erection must have been pressing into her crotch the whole time. I could feel it. Alice must deliver been capable to feel it. She didn't say anything.

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

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

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

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

I played it cool and didn't let on. He commented on how I was washing More regularly, had started grazing, had been keeping the household tidy, as though these were random unrelated things. Of trend it was because I was preparing in case Alice ever came to repossess her clothes she'd left at my business firm. When I got dwelling house I looked in the mirror and saw my cheek plastered with reasonably stark little red lip rouge pucker marks ! Dad and Anita must give seen them ; they must know.

I didn't slipstream my face that night. I lay awake all night, still, on my spinal column, my heart all-embracing assailable, reliving the cuddle and necking. My erection was desperate but I couldn't bring myself to relieve it ; it felt so short and impure to stir myself alone now that I had Alice.

I tried to agree hired hand with Alice on the way to shoal but she shrugged me off and said we'd better keep all show of affection private. She had been hiding from the earth for so yearn that was the only way she felt comfortable. I went along. At least it was sack that she wasn't going to hazard that last Nox never happened, evidence me that we were still"just friends ”.

That was the day it came to a head with the boys. That morning when I got to the form room the boy were already there, and I had to push my way past their outstretched legs to hand my seat at the back. The room fell silent, watching, as I slowly fought my way through. Alice and I were sitting apart in our formula chairs again today. I was feeling awful for Alice, but I couldn't imagine Helen sacrificing her back row seat indefinitely.

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

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

Deep down high school came flooding back. I was scared, alone, cornered. And then a small division of me snapped. I wasn't a push button over any More. I'd spent the summer mixing plaster and I had some brawn now. I walked deliberately up the aisle towards Alice. The silence took a new deathlike depth. The leg across the aisle instinctively shrank back as I approached ; the bystanders suddenly didn't want any percentage of this fight. Alice looked really scared. The boy sitting beside her, Roy his name was, tried to look brave. But I had a unusual sense. 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 nothing would stop me. Nothing dared hold back me. I reached Roy and grabbed him by the tie. He just sat still, not moving. He was staring directly ahead. I suddenly didn't know what to do. But I was tempestuous, really raging. The words, the scourge, just came spilling out without thinking,"I'm going to find you, alone, and quetch your globe off."

Mr Davis walked in. I don't think he heard my threat, but he saw me gripping a ossify Roy. He saw the blench white frighten away faces of the rest of the grade. He saw Alice crying. I think in that here and now he saw everything, how it really was. I just pushed Roy back into his place and, still fuming, walked slowly deliberately threateningly back to my seat and sat down gingerly on the sharpness of the president. Everyone was watching me. Mr Davis was watching me. He didn't say anything. There was a long scare away silence and then he did rove call.

That lunchtime the entirely school was abuzz with the fight. The posse comitatus 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 whole school, all old age, seemed to occupy the quadruplet. Everyone was chanting quietly, insistently, together,"competitiveness ! fight ! fight !"Except Alice.

I couldn't see Alice anywhere, no thing how concentrated I looked and stared around.

And then there was a clarification in front line of me, with Roy on the early face. I realised this was it. I had to fight. If I bottled out now, I was sunk forever. And I could sense Roy's reverence. I was now the top dog, and Roy had already lost the fighting in his head. I went in for the kill and punched his lights out. It was all over so suddenly that there was just secretiveness and confusion. Roy dropped to the ground as though he was thinking it a merciful prospect to stop the fight at the earliest possible opportunity.

Suddenly everyone dispersed. There was no excitement and anticipation now ; the fight had happened, almost nonentity had actually seen my speedy lick, 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 son, and The posse had closed in around me. Suddenly I felt very very mark and vulnerable. But Katie was bucking the trend and cooing, and Helen of Troy was determinedly dragging me to safety from right under Katie's nose.

We found Alice on our bench on the far side of meat of the plot field. The posse were with me, them heading to the copse in the corner as they always did.

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

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

I sat down beside her. Katie was telling everyone how adjacent time we should fight here on the games bailiwick where the teachers wouldn't see so I could really finish Roy properly. Only Helen asked how I was feeling. I asked The Posse to leave us. It was weird being the merely boy, surrounded by so many frantic girls. 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 head kicked in. As Katie's posse comitatus 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 strong pacificist. I tried to explain that I'd been bullied enough at high shoal and now I'd snapped. I tried to invoke to her, but she couldn't see that this fight had to happen. She pointed out we didn't actually know 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 apologize. She put her arm around me, comforting, and I think this was the only when public video display of affection and touching she ever showed me in public. Perhaps The Posse were watching.

I didn't feel like a Italian sandwich when Alice and I went solemnly habitation from school.

It was Friday night and dad took me down to the pub. Friday and Saturdays were always a bit busier and rowdier in pubs. A local pub is like a communal living room the rest of the week, but Fri and Saturday dark are political party nights.

We were sitting in a kiosk with some locals when dad, just lifting a glass to his lip, glances up and sees something that makes his look light up. He nudged me and, having my aid, nodded his promontory in the focussing 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 slenderize baggy wooly jump shot, eye phantasma and red lip rouge. Alice had a mini skirt and tights and Anita was wearing very tight jeans. Alice looked grown up. They looked like babe. They both looked so hot. The totally pub was inspecting them, expectant, aspirer. They were looking around for somewhere to sit.

Dad got up and hurried over to them, pointed out our tabular array, and guided them to me. He got the local anaesthetic to motivate to make distance for the dame. The pub slowly got noisy again. We sat for a mo in silence, but it was a comfortable secretiveness. Then Anita, with a slight Northman accent which is always more enunciate when my dad is around, tells the narration of how she brought Alice to a pub for the first meter tonight, bringing her to the pub that she'd only been to once and that was last Night 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 up the Din Land dame knew her and Alice sang something in Norwegian 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 soaker !"she spluttered, looking at Alice shocked and almost angry.

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

I heard my figure"Sam !"being called out from the turning point and there were the builders, raising their glasses in toast to me. It was my turn to turn Beta vulgaris rubra red. I guess to the rest of the pub it looked like my dad and I had brazenly picked up two random attractive single young female, or something like that.

We walked the young lady place at completion prison term but they left us on the corner and there were no kisses. My dad whistled as we walked the last bit home. He was as smitten as I was. It's kinda Weird for dad and son to be dating mother and daughter. It was convenient, but also embarrassing. And what if they split up, fall out, fight ? Will I still be allowed to date Alice ? I was replete of uncertainness, but I was also too busy thinking about the softness of Alice's skin, the way her heart sparkled when she laughs, the scent of her hair, to think too far ahead.

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

Saturday I knew Alice's skating clock time and I slipped in to watch from the stands just as her practice session was drawing to a finis. She was doing overlap with leap and pirouettes in each corner. It was very repetitious but also very elegant and effortless and beautiful.

Anita was standing with a cluster of kids down one end. She was obviously giving them a lesson. After a while she looked up and saw me in the stand. 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 rima oris and asked what I was doing. I told her I was watching the most beautiful girl in the populace skate. She pretended to glance over the ice looking for that girl. I asked her if she wanted to go down town after practice and she said yes. So that's the first time we managed to actually go down the townsfolk centre together.

I had half a creative thinker to buy her a dress, and we went into the big department memory. We were looking around garb but she was hard to delight ; they were mostly not her sizing, and I was secretly out of my depth and out of my pocketbook. I suspected that the Christmas pud bust in Anita's apparel was mostly padding. I didn't care. Alice did find fault out a jersey that she told me I just had to buy. I couldn't see how it was any different than any of the T-shirt I already had, but Alice was sure it looked a lot better on me so I really didn't have a choice.

We approached the till. We had to go near the lingerie section to get to them. I jokingly asked,"if I brought you underwear, would you weary it ?"

Alice giggled. She found discussing underclothing with a boy embarrassing. My builder bravado was fending off my embarrassment so I pushed the gunpoint. Alice conceded she might, although she wouldn't promise. I pointed out an entirely random thong, it was just the item of underclothing nearest to deal. I asked Alice if she'd wearing that. She giggled to mo and went very red and said"maybe,"very quietly.

We got closer to the tills. Suddenly, Alice stopped laughing. She looked shocked and scared, like a deer in headlights. She was staring at the tills and the teller 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 girls from senior high school schooltime had gone on to six-form. Or perhaps it was a Saturday job ?

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

The missy was offspring. She was our age. She seemed very professional. She asked if I wanted the thong gift wrapped and I said yes. She asked me if I was going to buy a matching 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 pale and started to splutter an apology. Then she shut up, wrapped the lash and I paid in silence. I went out of the shop feeling angry, but managed to settle down myself before going back to Alice.

Sunday I watched Alice skate again. Skating competitively was a lot of repetitious practice. But I was infatuated and wanted to observe all I could. Alice wanted me to learn to skate so we could compete in the pairs categories together, but it was a silly idea. The best bit about Alice's exercise though was that she would listen to her walkman on the way to and from the rink. She never brought the walkman to schoolhouse, it was too valuable. But Alice needed the walkman when she trained so she could hear the medicine she was dancing and skating to. And so, on the way to and from the rink, she would hold the earphone between us so we could both listen to her mix mag tape. We were almost touching. Sometimes we brushed together. It was almost open heart in world and my center raced.

On Mon I asked Alice if she wanted to go play syndicate after schoolhouse. So we finally went back to my house where she'd left the modification of clothes. She went into my sleeping room to change. It was the first clock time she'd properly been in my menage —and the first time she'd been in my bedroom— and she went in and shut the door with the bang. I had washed everything ; washing was one of my job now I lived with dad and I had put Alice's clothes through with the rest so they were nice and fresh and clean. In fact I'd generally tidied the whole planetary house and kept it clean, expecting Alice to see it some clip soon. It wasn't nearly as modern as Alice's nor as refreshed, but at least it could be clean.

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

I heard a squeal from inside my chamber. The door banged undefendable 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 squeamish clean thin rusty red wooly pinny and ... cipher else ! Alice had jumped into my arms and wrapped her potent slender legs around me. My deal were holding her up, one bridge player on each tooshie cheek. I was in Shangri-la. I was in shock. I asked her what she was wearing.

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

I moved my paw around a bit more as we kissed and, for certain enough, there were the flimsy thin straps of the thong. She wasn't completely naked. The component part of me that was getting braver asked"if I buy you underwear, will you wear it ?"to which she replied"yes !"and covered my nerve in small pecking candy kiss. I continued"and if I don't buy you any underwear, will you wear any ?"and she just giggled and pushed away from my bureau and said"slow down, I'm not that variety of missy !"

She was setting limitation and I was taking greenback. Alice hopped down and went back in to stop changing. I realised how little attention I had paid to the feeling of her nerve, the tautness, the amativeness. I had been too fussy looking for material to soak in the feeling.

I forget who won pool. Alice wore the wearing apparel home ; there was goose egg to veil from Anita any more. That evening, as I masturbated, I tried to remember the tone of her wriggling behind but it was just a blur of indistinct memories.

shoal was going better. There was no recoil from the fight. Roy and the male child kept well away from us. The posse accepted that Alice and I were an detail and let us be. Alice and I were gently getting closer. As fall dragged on we were on cloud nine, young, infatuated, first love.

One thing that was not racing along though was the sex part. Alice was extremely reluctant. She was a penetrating kisser and we discovered knife. She was a keen cuddler, and we discovered that she could hold herself to me while I stood using just her recollective strong skating legs wrapped around my waistline. But I never got my custody inside her apparel, never got to tint her breasts, never got to get unaired than a thin wooly pinny away from the out fruit that beckoned me. As proud as she was to display her legs, her best assets, she was equally embarrassed by her chest, and her apparel stayed resolutely on. She sometimes whispered enticingly that she was wearing ‘ the thong ’, but I never saw nor touched her adorable arsehole cheeks again. My balls were permanently blue. We'd cuddle and wriggle on the bed, our paw roaming each others backs, and each time she felt my erection pressing into her for too long she'd giggle and advertise 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 assist 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 schooltime 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 glass of water. Then, looking more refreshen and brave, she led me upstairs to her room.

The room was unchanged from our first candy kiss. She bent down and opened the keister lot. She took out a girly powder store. Not that kind of girly magazine ; I mean the form of magazine that teenage girls subscribe to. It contained the normal tame human relationship advice that untested girls who read John Stuart Mill and Boon and Jane Austen want to read.

Alice opened it on a bookmark. She was always very unionise, even this kind of ‘ research ’. It was an article describing how to forecast the length of the male organ from other consistency measurements. There was even a little lineation of a man with labelled lengths and pattern you could secure measurements into. The diagram of the man was missing any actual genitalia.

Alice fished out tape measure bill and asked if she could assess 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 first step towards some physical intimacy.

Alice measured my forearm. She wrote the identification number on the diagram. Then she kissed me. Only she didn't kiss my lips, she kissed my forearm. Then she tried to measure out my speed arm, but my school shirt was sort of in the way. So I took it off, bearing my chest. She measured my upper arm, wrote down the number and then kissed my shoulder. Then she measured around my dresser, wrote it down, kissed me on the chest, and so on. She took all kinds of measurement. Distance from ear to shoulder, then a peck on the neck. Distance from arm to waist, then a kiss. She started to tug my trousers. I was extremely backbreaking and we had problem getting my dungaree down because my y-fronts were tented. She measured the length of base, and kissed it ; the length of my lower leg, and a kiss. She was working her way up towards my middle.

I was terribly excited. She measured and kissed my privileged thigh. I was laying, almost naked, 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 to the highest degree of these measuring were not required, that she was making this up.

She got to my breakwater. My member was so concentrated I could find a selective service where the material was pushed away from my leg 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 enquiry. I asked her if she wanted to measure my prick. I was so agitate, so aspirer, I really wanted to display myself for her. I wanted her to mensurate it, and then buss it !

She laughed like it was the curious joke in the earthly concern. She pointed out that that was the one affair she didn't need to evaluate, she could extrapolate its size from the length of my forearm and feet ! She got up and bemuse my blue jean at me and told me to get dressed before her mum came home.

But we did snog spear carrier passionately after that. I felt a lot closer to her, even if we hadn't yet shown each other 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 kernel but wouldn't tell me. She started teasing me that boys were so insecure about that and that we should endeavour to be loved even if we were small. I felt a bit belittled ; I didn't think I was that little, but I actually had no musical theme first how big I was and second what was normal. I expect Alice's magazine had all the details.

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

The last warmth of summer had lasted into the autumn and it could still be gay and warm in the day, even if the evenings were colder as the nights drew in. Dad surprised me one Sat by declaring that him and I were going off for the weekend. He got his motorbike out of the locking and I rode quill feather to the coast.

Dad had booked a room at a little inn on the coast road overlooking a little beach. One elbow room, two freestanding bottom and, luxury, an on-suite lilliputian toilette 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 incandescent lamp lit in my head. Of course ! Dad and Anita had arranged a nice picayune gamy weekend and Alice and I were along as a double engagement !

It wasn't quite like that. Dad and Anita were trying to sustain matter clean and safe. The inn only actually had two rooms and the fille booked into the other, sharing. The estimate was more a loosen sentence together by the sea. It must give been quite confusing to the locals, 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 surprised as I was. She hadn't been told it was a treble escort weekend either. She looked very happy though. We went for a stroll on the beach. It was too cold to swim but the sun shined and, despite the cinch, we didn't really involve coat. I tried to slip our hands together but Alice kept pulling away. Even here she was embarrassed to hold in hands in world, to snog in public. But I found that if I walked really close so our subdivision just brushed together, our manus just touched accidentally the whole metre, she let me get away with it and didn't pull out away. She kept looking at me from the corner of her eye and smiled all the time, fighting back a giggle like we were sharing a hugger-mugger joke.

The village was basically just a airstrip of theater, the inn and a post government agency and grocers on the coast road by a the beach. It was lovely and placid and we had it pretty a great deal to ourselves. Dad and Anita also walked on the beach but went in the opposite guidance, away from us. I noticed they were holding hands but nothing Thomas More than that.

That evening we ate at the inn. I brought the first round and got pints for dad and me and rum and cokes for the missy. Anita and dad seemed a bit incertain about the deglutition angle and warned us to take 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 mesa. She could bet pond now and, like everything she did, she did it really well. But tonight she needed coaching and I lent over her and helped her bloodline up the guesswork and perpetrate back the cue. We were quite giggly.

When the last biz was over, and our methamphetamine hydrochloride were empty-bellied, time had already been called at the bar. It was time for us to head up to bed. Anita and dad had already gone up. We followed.

On the landing it was all the way that something was going on. You know what was going on. There was muffled beloved making auditory sensation coming from the girls room and the ‘ do not disturb'signal was on the threshold. Alice was panicking. Where was she going to sleep now ? Even I, with drinking inside me, knew this wasn't planned ; this wasn't what dad and Anita had had in nous at all. They had just lost control and not thought this through.

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

There was an asexual anticlimax as we got gear up for bed. Alice insisted that I turn around and not watch as she slipped out of her muddled jumper and dungaree and jumped quickly into one of the bed. 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 lights and it was quiet and dark. I was listening for the slightly sound, the slightest movement.

A few seconds later I realised that we hadn't said unspoiled night. So I said ‘ upright Nox ’. A muffled dozy ‘ good night Sam.'came from the early bed. And then, suddenly, Alice asked for a good night candy kiss ! I was really taken aback but very willing. At initiative we tried to lean out of our bottom and forgather across the divide between them. But we couldn't reach. So I seized the initiative and jumped out of bed and went over to Alice. She was under the blanket and I was sitting on her bed proclivity over her from outside the screen. The unspoiled nighttime osculation was long and imply natural language. I caressed her hair. I didn't want it to end. Alice rubbed my shoulder joint and asked if I was cold. I said it was alright. She told me not to be silly and pulled back her covers so I could slip in with her. And so we were now sharing a narrow bed, underneath the cover song together and kissing the foresighted most passionate good nighttime kiss ever.

My handwriting slipped down and felt her au naturel rear end cheek. I asked disbelievingly if she was wearing anything. Alice giggled and said she was wearing the thong. I felt around and found the tiny thin strap and we kissed even more passionately.

I was actually cognitive content to let thing be. I was prepared to do anything to spend the dark in the same bed as Alice even if the Leontyne Price of that was to do nothing. I was so elated and happy. We pressed together. We ended up me laying on my binding with Alice cuddled up tucked up under my arm with one leg across my seawall. She must have 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 panoptic awake. We talked about what might happen 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 agitate'signboard on our threshold handle. We talked a bit more, speculating if dad and Anita would marry, and how uncanny that would be for us. My hand 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 grounds I just did the crazy affair that I was always thrifty 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 modality lightened and she let it lay there unclipped. I ran my hand up and down her backrest, on the exterior of her tee shirt, excited to find the new sensation of no bra strap intervening.

I asked her if it was a dainty bra. I asked her to delineate it. She played along, and before foresightful she gently lifted her berm and then, pulling one strap through each arm gob in turn, took the bra off without taking off her t-shirt. I couldn't quite see how she'd managed that. She dangled it above me. I could just about make out its precis in the swoon moonshine filtering in around the curtains.

I reached up and felt it. It was a very grueling affair with padding and intricate embroidery. I said it felt nice. I was intrigued by the padding. But all the metre I was really trying to feel Alice's exposed breasts pressing against my pectus through her tee shirt. Alice threw the bra onto the other bed. We settled down snug, sighing contently. But we couldn't sleep. We were too delirious, being so close and so naughty.

Alice asked me if I would wear underclothes she brought me. I told her I would. Then, bravely, I started to tug down my own y-fronts. Alice's bridge player flew to her mouth to strangle 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 dull her laugh. She was playing along so I slipped up her t-shirt. She raised her headland so I could read it off. She was giving me permission. Now Alice was topless and I was naked and we were laying under the binding in a tiny bed in a seaside inn and our mum and dad were bonking in the other elbow room and we could still sometimes hear their muffled moaning.

I was running my hand up and down the side of meat of her body. Alice liked that. I could feel a slight extra indistinctness at the top of the stroke where her chest were. The side of her bosom. I was so sensitive to every touch and so was she. I moved my hand slightly so it came inwards at the top of the stroke to touch more of her white meat, but she immediately moved my handwriting to its premature way of life. Her breasts were off-limits. So after some more stroking I focused on heading south and squeezing the cheek at the bottom of each stroke. Alice was really enjoying it and our kissing grew in volume. Without breaking the kiss 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 knee breeches. She came up for breath and said I was going to destroy the thong. I solved that by sitting up and pulling her pants off. She put her legs together and lifted her bottom to aid me. And that's how, in so many steps, 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 face in the palms of both hands, holding my lips off hers. In the swoon light I could just make out the glistening glitter of her eyes as she looked into my face. She said, hearse and anxious"I haven't done this kind of thing 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 abandon her. She grinned and said"I know, silly."and we kissed with lips so widely outdoors they hardly touched, our natural language entwining in the overt air as we gulped in hurry breaths.

My dick slipped between us up onto Alice's stomach. I pulled back my hips slightly, trying to get the drumhead back and down for another endeavour. I wasn't thinking. I was acting instinctively.

Then I was struck by a sudden fearfulness : what if I got Alice pregnant ? Alice could somehow find my sudden hesitation. She asked me what was wrong. I asked her if I should run downstairs to the bloke and buy a prophylactic ; I knew there was a machine there.

Alice laughed. She explained in zip whispers 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 pill. Anita was worried gruesome that Alice would make the Saami mistake that Anita had made. Not that Alice was a mistake, of row, but that really sister had to look for a serious semipermanent relationship and commitment and things and Anita wasn't going to let Alice take any risks.

That chat had variety of killed the mood slightly, but more kissing and stroking brought back the warmth and Alice slipped her hand down between our tummies to direct my penis in. It was the first of all meter 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 drumhead of my penis was in Alice. It was wonderfully warm and wet. It wasn't in very bass. We were still, holding each early tight, watching each others faces in the dim moonlight.

I asked Alice if she was alright. She was. It seemed the most innate thing in the public 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 header back down into the pillow she squeezed my bottom with her peg again and pulled me in even further, screaming into my sass. And we were now still, pulling each other together as tightly as potential, connected as deeply as possible. Our forehead were pressed together and I could find the mi in her hilltop. Her finger nails dug into my shoulder steel. I kept still. Our lingua found each former 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 workforce through my hair and pulled my read/write head tight into her neck. Her pelvis were rocking in time to my CVA and we moved together, coupled, as though one animal. I could feel how compressed she was. I could feel how she seemed to grow to let the fountainhead past tense and then contract behind it to hug it and hold it in sloshed. I felt how wet she became. I felt how fond it became. I sped up. Alice was moaning. I was panting. It was actually hard 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 order things were climaxing and she started to pump me in and out using her wooden leg wrapped around me. My helping hand were cupping both her arse cheeks. We were pulling ourselves as close together as humanly possible on every in stroke. And the prickling grew and the sperm surged and fired again and again mysterious into her. Alice gripped my arse so tightly with her pegleg I couldn't move. Every pulse of my phallus fired More sperm deep into her.

We giggled. And we kissed again. We lay there, our os frontale pressed together, saying nothing, listening to each others panting breath and feeling our hearts beat so fast. She just held on tight, not letting go until eventually I'd diminished so lots 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 hitch willy. There was so much oozy succus from both of us leaking and seeping everywhere that we got stuck together as we fell into a mysterious message sleep.

It was quite other in the morning when I awoke. Alice was sitting up in the narrow bed beside me, looking out of the window at the sea in the morning dayspring. She had opened the drape. She had the cover covering her just dresser so I could only see her pale violin-shaped back and the gently pert cushions of her arse impudence. My strip chest felt cold. That was probably what woke me up. I sat up beside her. She turned, grinned, and kissed me. I pushed her shoulders back so she was laying on her rear. She had instinctively brought the covers back with her to deal her chest. She complained with a grin that she'd been watching that sunrise. I pulled down the covers to expose her titty. They were magnificent. They were petite but they were intoxicating. I loved them. I instinctively put my head down to suck 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 face. Alice laughed and told me to keep my middle up here, on her own face. Then she lunged up to plant a muckle kiss on my lips and, laying down again, said"I love you Sam."

I just replied"I know that, silly."

I pulled the covers right off, exposing us both. She went to reach for them but then gave up. We then looked each other over for the first meter ever. Her titty drew my eyes like attracter. I wanted to disturb them, cup them, pet them, kiss them. I held back. I looked at her insipid piddling tummy, her mound, her sonant light blonde fuzzed public haircloth, the maroon peel of her puss folds seeable through the light fuzz. She was staring at my dick. My stopcock was rock hard, gently slapping my pot in time with my heartbeat.

I turned back to her face and we kissed and embraced and, with her hand for direction, I nestled back between her branch and found her snatch and slipped in. I think the anticipation had been foreplay enough. We slipped together quickly effortlessly painlessly.

We smiled at each former. We just studied each others faces as we pumped together, getting faster and faster, closer and closer. Alice's legs wrapped around me and held me tight, crushing my rosehip and smashing us together. Alice's forefront flew back and her spinal column arched and she shuddered. Then she shuddered again. Then, gulping for breath, she lent back into me and we kissed deeply. She let one of my hands seek out and cup her legato soft breast briefly. We started to shake together again and I felt the frisson building and then I was shooting rope after rope of sperm cell late into her. We smiled and smiled as we sucked in oxygen. She cupped my face in the palms of her mitt and we just kept kissing and leave, kissing and parting until I had gone limp and we slipped out with a slurp.

That morning at breakfast we met dad and Anita. The female child sat at the table and sang excitedly in Norwegian as dad and I went up to get the photographic plate from the bar. Anita was holding her script out with her index things apart, rather like a fisherman describing a small pinch. Alice was giggling and trying to silence her mum and make her stop consonant. Dad and I were smooth, walking with a pathetic natural spring in our step and smile on our faces. We went back to the mesa carrying the Full English Breakfast on the crustal plate. Anita looked up and, as way of explanation, said they were just ‘ comparing notes ’. It was obvious to dad and Anita that Alice and I had ‘ done it'too death night. They had seen the foretoken on our door. They saw our plethora, our glow, our closeness, our glances at breakfast. It was obvious.

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

That gay Sun daybreak dad took Anita for a tour along the glide road on the minibike. Alice and I took a pass along the beach and stopped in a grit dune gulp, sheltered from the wind and quite alone. We just lay there in the weak sun knowing we were unlikely to burn off so late in the year. Alice took her dungaree and jumper off and lay on our shuck mat with just a T-shirt pulled down over her knickers to keep her reserve. Luckily I had boxers 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 cognitive content, too sated to have the irrepressible impulse. And besides, Alice wasn't into public displays of warmheartedness .