6-6Everyone who has been bullied dreaming that, when they leave high schooltime, everything will change. Everyone lives in hope and the likes of feel good stories where the dweeb gets the girl in the end. As we say at Victims Anonymous,"My name's Sam, and here's my story":

My last year at gamey school was a crap year. I wasn't popular to get with, wasn't goodness looking, wasn't trendy, had hickey. And on top of that, I had peck of shit happen in my lifespan, 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 matted 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 schools so I had a really long walk to and from schooling all through that terminal winter and bound. 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 girls were concerned in me. And I had zits.

But despite all that shit, I did well enough at my O-level examination to get into six-form in my new borough. My dad, who wasn't a big toper really, put some effort into being social and got friendly with some detergent builder in our new topical anaesthetic pub and that got me a summertime job mixing plasterwork. It was back-breaking work but a few hebdomad very hard Labour muscles you up in ways a gym never will and the builder charm and confidence really rubbed off on me too. It was always an early start, on site by 7, but with a"liquid luncheon"down at the pub and, because I was with a gang of builders, I was served and nobody let on — they thought it was a funny mystery that that their scrawny labourer was under-age. I spent a good portion of my wages on unit of ammunition but I learned a lot of self confidence doing it. So you can stop spirit sorry for me now ; I did. You know where this is going. I'm going to go to a six-form where nobody knows me, and as a man not a boy.

Around rolled the outset day of six-form. I left the sign and went to the end of the row and turned right. The with child road was full moon of a stiff flow rate of Thomas Kyd, some in groups and some alone, in the Saami uniform heading towards my new school. I slotted myself into a gap in the stream.

Basically I noticed all the girls. I couldn't help it. No boy can help it. I was addicted to looking at girls. In front of me, for example, was a young lady. I carefully kept pace so I wouldn't catch up. She had really toned long pale stage and a myopic mini-skirt. Her blouse was baggy and she had a grueling satchel over one shoulder. John Griffith Chaney kids always carried their handbag over one shoulder, even if the bag had two straps. She was clutching a big reaper binder. She looked weighed down. She was quite grandiloquent and I guessed she must be in the six-form. She had long fuzzy blond haircloth. It was a very lightness blonde, almost white.

I kept my drumhead down and tried to proceed a constant distance from her long legs and wiggly petty bottom.

The new schooltime was quite near and we were soon there. I got out the little map I had received in the post and tried to operate out how to get to the form room. It wasn't hard, and I didn't plosive to blab out to anyone. The quad was to the full of Thomas Kyd chatting and catching up, waiting for the campana, but I didn't know a psyche so I went straight to chance my new manakin room.

The classroom was in a portacabin on the face of the plot champaign. Most of the six-form was in a cluster of portacabins near the plot landing field, away from the high school. We only had to go up to the main school building for science subjects.

Feigning confidence, I went straight in. It was half full. I made a bee line for the free seat in the far back corner. People watched at me. Everyone else had been to the high school together, and I was the merely new boy.

Some chatty giggly missy came in and sat down in the game row. The young lady who sat down beside me turned and introduced herself as Helen. Helen had golden curly hair, probably permed. She had an spread smiley face and burnished embrown heart and a gap between her two presence dentition. She wore a squiffy blouse over her amble bosom and her schoolhouse tie was loose and her blouse top push button undone to show generous cleavage. As she lent towards me to talk my oculus were sucked in and she basked in my attention. She started to taper out and name everybody as the way filled up.

In high school the bad male child had sat at the back, as a rule, if it was release seating. Some instructor decided who sat where but mostly it was discharge seating and so there was a pecking 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 broody and I, the new boy, the obscure amount with the self-confidence of someone who had been shoveling Baroness Dudevant and cementum all summer, had gone and sat myself there. I had been advertising my presumed confidence and laterality. Inside, if I'd stopped to call up about it, I'd have been petrified.

Helen was mostly interested in introducing me to all the girls in the rearwards row. But I saw that, sitting up the edge away from the window in the seating reserved for the nerd and misfits, was some bleary light-haired hair's-breadth 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 of Troy said dismissively"that's Alice."and was going to go back to telling me all about the girls in the punt row.

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

Katie was just a tawdry indiscreet kind of missy. Helen seemed a bit hurt, and brushed it away"she's very well at skating. She competes,"to which Katie, obviously enjoying the gossip, giggled and said even cheap"No, it's because she's a cold bitch !"

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

I got my answer pretty flying. In take the air Mr Davis. He was a short-circuit but muscular man with thinning pilus. He effortlessly commanded respect. The whole room hushed. He put down a pile of theme on his desk, turned to the class and, in a clear Scottish accent, welcomed us to the six-form. He looked around and his eyes settled on me. He told me to stand up, which I did, but I didn't have to premise myself and say anything because he did all that for me. Everyone then chorused"hello Sam."and I sat down.

I was gladiola I hadn't had to talk ; I don't think I'd have been capable to sing forte enough for anyone to hear.

Mr Stuart Davis was also our mathematics teacher. Those not taking maths — you picked you subject for A-levels — left and some new kids from former forms came in. I stayed put in my corner buns. Then we had our first off math deterrent example, which went until lunch. That was dissimilar from high schoolhouse ; at A-level you only took three subjects but the lesson time slot were often a lot longer.

My first lunch was pretty lonely. I found the cafeteria using my map. I didn't have any friends to cling 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 laborious to spot anyone. I didn't see Helen of Troy nor Katie's gang, nor flatbed 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 dainty day and I sat outside, waiting for the afternoon lesson on purgative to start.

That night my dad took me down the local to celebrate my first day at six-form and ask how it went. I told him it went groovy. He told me it'd take time to make friends and piece of work out who the shits were. I guess he saw through me a bit, but being in the pub with the builders and my dad really kept my John Barleycorn high. I wasn't going to be a push over so quit impression sorry for me.

The adjacent day I went to schoolhouse again, slipping into the stream of small fry between two groups. I went straight to the binding box of the flesh classroom, realising that the bunch of male child who sat in front of me didn't look so well-disposed. I guess they didn't like that I was getting in with Helen of Troy and Katie and the back row ?

Helen seemed really courteous. Sure she liked me ogling her knocker, but she liked that kind of attention from all the boys. She was a minx, but she was also kind and considerate. She didn't have a mean bone in her torso. She was way out of my league, but I guess she didn't know that on write up of nonentity knowing my story. The backbone row girlfriend knew all the early boys who had gone on to six-form from the high school schooltime and they weren't really their eccentric. Most of the back row miss had boyfriend who were a year or two older and had left shoal and were working or looking for it. I think Helen of Troy had a fellow, although she carefully kept it ambiguous. But Katie kept gleefully implying it.

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

And there she was. That magnificent long fuzzy blonde hair. It had to be Flat Alice. She was sitting hunched over her open binder, writing. I walked around her board and stood in front man of her and cleared my throat. She looked up. She had minor finespun feature article and senior high jugal bone, brow so blonde they almost didn't show and very twinkle blue eyes. She had a few pimple but real girl do. So do boys. Hell, I had some zits.

I could sense she was different. I could smell out she was special. She seemed reachable, she seemed genuine. It was a vibration she gave off. We were two outsiders.

I introduced myself and asked if we were in the like form. Then there was silence. She hadn't said anything. She hadn't answered my enquiry. She was looking at me like I was mad. Finally she reached out a hand to didder mine, saying"Hi, I'm Alice. Yeah we're in the like form. Is there anything I can facilitate 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 sizable teenager who'd be asked to shew first-years and their parents around on open-days.

My detergent builder bravado kicked in.

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

She kicked up the responsible student attitude a notch and looked seriously concerned, muttering soothingly about how it was awe-inspiring I hadn't been shown around properly. She started to feed directions, but I played dumb and pleaded"Can you just render me, please ? It'll be easier."

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

"Follow me."she said and I did.

We marched side by position across the quad towards the cafeteria. The rush had died down and it was only half full. She was about to sprain away when we reached the room access, 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 table while I got my lunch of sausage, adust beans and chips.

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

I started to explain the mechanics of tongue and forking 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 schooltime agenda 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.

Wednesday morning I had to run past a couple of groups of fry to catch up with Alice who was walking alone to school. She didn't pay any attention 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 subsist quite close, 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 time I rushed off to the library. It was empty. I was a bit gutted and was a bit overwhelmed with a loneliness. But, null better to do, I stood outside by the door and waited. Alice was coming across the quad 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 sham you can't commemorate where the canteen is again, are you ?"

I fished some sandwiches out of my bag and held them up swinging in front man of her face. She suddenly cracked an unwilling diminished smiling as though she couldn't aid herself.

"Oh ok."she surrendered, sounding exasperated, like I was a naughty puppy, and she led me off across the game field to some benches on the far side.

We walked in comfortable silence. When we sat and ate, I started to ask her about herself. And little by slight she dropped her guard. Alice is actually Norse, although her mum had moved to London when she was very little and she didn't remember much. Although she spends all her summers in Kingdom of Norway visiting kin and loves it, London is ‘ dwelling'now. Her real name is Erika, but Alice is her English name and she likes it better ; I should call up her Alice. Her mum was a young mother and her dad didn't stick around and that's one of the big grounds why they moved to England, for a new start. That and that the English really ask dentists ! Alice's mum was a trained dental nurse. Alice's hobby is ice skating, which comes naturally on account of her being Norwegian, and her mum is the instructor in the local rink. I just kept asking questions and Alice kept answering and all this came tumbling out. I don't call back that we ate any sandwiches.

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

Obviously the hard kids went and smoked in the copse at lunch times. We hurried across the field towards the six-form portacabins.

I rushed to the school William Henry Gates at domicile time too, thinking Alice would have to pass through them to go rest 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 home together too.

I had a crush on her and alone with her I was feeling brave. I worked up the guts to make a move : 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 high school I had been so moody, bullied and socially awkward that I had never ever spent any clip with any girl ever. And yet now I was coming out of my carapace so dissolute I was at risk of doing something really stupid. I should have been thinking about things from Alice's angle, knowing how it is to be an outsider on the border of school day life being pursued by a horny 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 road and I pointed out where I lived, but she didn't whirl directions to hers and I didn't really want to pry. Alice seemed on her safety device and value her privacy. But it kind of felt like we had a particular date. At least, in my thinker, we had a date.

So, of track, that evening and at schoolhouse the next day my mind was only on going down the in high spirits street with Alice.

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

I steered her towards home. She pointed out that it wasn't the way to the townsfolk centre, but I assured her I knew that. She seemed doubtful, 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 wreak Alice there. Now Alice looked really nervous. She bit her tail end lip. She looked invitingly vulnerable. She looked gorgeous.

I opened the door and she stepped inside. It took a couple of seconds to adjust to the darkness. right hand in front of the door was the bar where the landlady Brenda stood, cleaning methamphetamine. 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 protagonist !"

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

Alice asked for a Coca Cola. Brenda asked me if that would be a rum and coke. I nodded. Alice seemed a bit outrage, but she kept quiet. I put it on my dad's tab and we took our drunkenness around the position into the salon. It was mid good afternoon and it was quite serenity, almost empty.

We sat in a booth next to each early on a bench arse sipping our drinks. Alice asked me if I drank a lot, and asked how the landlady seemed to know my gens. I kind of talked myself up a lilliputian bit, but a bit of me never wanted to lie nor exaggerate to Alice, so I kept it real.

Alice's impertinence flushed almost immediately ; this was very clearly the inaugural alcohol she'd ever drank, and the foremost pub she'd ever been in, and the commencement naughty matter she'd ever done !

Suddenly Alice looked up across the beauty shop and froze. She looked offend. I followed her gaze. It was Mr Miles Davis and a lady friend sitting in a John Wilkes Booth against the opposite wall, kissing.

"That's Miss James Buchanan Brady, the Geography instructor !"Alice whispered.

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

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

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

"Not to each other !"Alice clarified.

Ah.

At that moment fille Brady glanced up, saw us watching them, and pushed Mr Davys away. They hurriedly tried to adjust and straighten their clothing. I raised my pint to them in salute, brave on the outside and panicking on the inside.

So here were two under-age school kids caught drinking in a pub by two instructor caught having an affair by two school nipper in a pub ... I now realised that neither dyad wanted this to go world. 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 multitude I guess.

To break off the latent hostility I suggested to Alice that we play consortium. She hadn't ever played pool before so I promised to teach her. So we got up and took our trash over to the pocket billiards table, slotted in ten pence and racked up. Then I broke and, when it was Alice's good turn, I stood behind her and reached around her to render her how to hold the cue and subscriber line up and smash. The smell of her shampoo was intoxicating. The beer I'd drank, and it being my local, was giving me my a mega dose of my cocky builder charm, at the same meter as I was so sore to every gentle feeling of our consistency, clash of her hair, 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 scent and I pointed out where the peeress was.

After Alice left another campaign in the bar made me remember we were not alone. Miss James Buchanan Brady was following Alice to the toilets and Mr Davis was heading straight for me. Obviously they were taking this chance to square away 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 and it was external school hours and I had only been at the school a couple of daytime 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 miss Brady."

Mr John Davis sucked in his cheeks. He didn't know how to say whatever it was he needed to say.

I guess this inept conversation was taking longer that it seemed, because the girls were already heading back towards us. fille Brady and Alice arrived at the same prison term. They had obviously been chatting but when they reached us there was another meaning pause. And then my builder bravado kicked in and I suggested a secret plan of doubles.

Alice tried to escape by pointing out she couldn't turn. Mr Dwight Davis tried to say they really ought be going. And Miss Brady jumped up and down with excitement and said it was an first-class idea and so it was settled. It turned out fille James Buchanan Brady had never played either, so a loth Mr Davys had to train 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 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 hazard 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 sense smoke ! She is going to need to fuck where I've been !"

Alice seemed distraught. I cast around for a solution. Suddenly, quick as a wink, I saw a way out. I suggested she change back into her schooling clothes at my sign, and she could keep her trendy wearing apparel at mine ready for our next expedition. Alice jumped at the chance.

So I let her into my home. Dad and I live in a lilliputian mid-terrace house, two up two down. The front door opened straight into the keep room which had a black and white TV and tired old couch and a pair of armchairs. The walls were umber brown in adept 70s style.

As soon as we were in the hall Alice thrust the binder at me."Here, hold this."Then she asked where the bathroom 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 ligature 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 hold tried ? What had she meant with Brenda, ‘ Just friends ?'I beat myself up and shouted at myself all evening.

The next few days we went to and from school together and lunched together. I was in nirvana. I fancied Alice so very much and I was spending so much clip with her. I loved watching her, I love hearing her lecture. We'd sit on a bench at lunchtime and I'd just keep asking goofy interrogative sentence and she'd dusk for it every time, flowing into long detailed answers whilst I just drank greedily from her aura.

It was Fri, the end of my first workweek, 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 mind had just come to her : would I like to fare 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 get together the next day after dejeuner at the rink.

We met by the incoming. With the Recent achiever in the Olympic Games, ice skating was in the popular eye again, but that ardent August day it wasn't very popular in my town and the rink was almost discharge. An old man sat in the slate office and greeted Alice and talked to her like in force Quaker. He let me slew in for free.

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

Immediately my infantry went in opposite directions and I almost collapsed. Alice found it all very risible. Very slowly she led me around the rink. She would stand in front of me, holding each hand, and drop behind me forwards by wriggling her bottom so she moved backwards. Her long fuzzy blonde hairsbreadth was like a anchor ring around her smiling beamy face and I was mesmerized by the pattern her wiggling buttocks traced, its zig zagging way 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 seem effortless. As she reached the far corner uttermost from me she did a mere jumping and tailspin without slowing down and was onwards around the rink until she came up behind me again and skidded to a stop exactly where she'd started seconds before. Her impudence were flushed from the sudden travail in the cold air. And then she grabbed my deal and tried to get me to skate some more. She did these lick every so often. She said she was keeping affectionate. 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 Dean. She stopped, pointing out that she lived here. This terrace was a bit posher than my terrace and the houses seemed a small bit gravid. She squeezed my hired man 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 snoop don't you know ?"in a fit of giggles and then she turned and bounded up her steps to her strawman door, several at a time.

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

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

At six-form you normally take only three field. Some take four. And so you have various empty slots on the outline. You are supposed to drop these abandon slots in the six-form study room where you sit and work, or verbalise quietly and make to work, and there's a teacher there to take the registry so you can't skip it. I had a hollow slot and I sat in the sun on the workbench outside the sketch suite waiting for that teacher to arrive.

This time 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 biology. I stood up to come him in but he put his arm around my shoulder and joked"ah, you just help her with her biology prep 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 berm, laughing.

After work flow it was dejeuner 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 garish, 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 feeling that this was a rumor that could easily get me into deeply difficulty. 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 a great deal to attract Alice's attention as to do Helen.

Katie smirked incredulously"Flat Alice ? Why the shtup do you blow your clock time with her ? What's she do, squander you ?"and The Posse fell around laughing like that was the funniest jape 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 part, Helen of Troy's spokesperson, asking"Do you do it her ?"

I think Helen had a romantic side and liked to play cupid. It was the sort voice of a friend, of an ally.

I felt vomit. I pushed my way through The posse comitatus ignoring Katie's grabbing attempts to hold me back. I went searching for Alice but I couldn't determine her. I guess she'd had years of disappearing and hiding at schooltime and was expert at it.

We met at the school Gates at abode prison term. Alice's eyes were puffy. 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 dwelling she told me she'd skipped lessons and hid all good afternoon in the sports block. I was placid. I wasn't really equipped for comforting her and didn't know what to say.

Tues we went to schooltime, lunched and came household from school together as normal. It was quotidian now and Alice would search me out. I was really enjoying having a proper acquaintance, which kind of complicate things as I also had the most tremendous crush on her and it was growing all the fourth dimension. 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 ill at ease look that we were ‘ just champion'and that I was destined to follow her around forever, watching her date early 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 missy 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 steps to her front door and band the Alexander Melville Bell. Alice opened the door and invited me in. She was wearing a very short lilliputian halterneck black dress with blackamoor netting arms embroidered with disastrous pink wine. Alice was so thin but the dress hugged her like a baseball mitt. Her breasts pushed out like two little Christmas pudding. Her hair had been brushed and tamed a bit and she was wearing eye phantasma and brilliantly red lipstick. I think the pinko flush in her cheeks was genuine, not blusher. She looked absolutely completely stunning. She looked so mature. She looked like a beautiful unseasoned ma'am. She was smiling nervously, her fountainhead slightly cocked and her center sparkling. She was so alluring.

The house was so dissimilar from mine. There was no carpet, only a herringbone wooden tiled storey and strategic rugs. The presence threshold opened into a hallway with the front room off to one English and ahead at the end opened into the kitchen-cum-dinning 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 bantam trivial hindquarters wiggled like I'd watched on that first 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 powerful reminded of it now. She had a rattling 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 face and where my oculus roamed. It was liberating to get the chance to watch her walk from behind.

The kitchen was brightly lit and modern looking, and the dinning arena beyond only lit by candles. The smell of 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 elevation and build with blond fuzz and blue eyes. And yet in so many means, she was slightly dissimilar. Her haircloth was ever so slightly darker and straighter, and her brow ever so slight more pronounced. She looked so young, like she was Alice's onetime Sister. She was dressed quite normally in pie-eyed jeans and sparse baggy wooly sweater. She introduced herself as Anita. She sounded just like Alice.

Alice was all dressed up, looking very girly. Her mum looked completely effortless. There were wax light. Her mum was with us. I wasn't sure if this was a engagement or not. I sure felt romantic. It felt like Alice was making a limited effort and I was excited. Was this Thomas More than just friends ?

We sat, the three of us, on a humble table and ate. Alice and I sat opposite each other and Anita sat on the end, between us. Anita sipped red wine. The lasagne was absolutely wonderful. Anita's buttock went red like Alice's had when she had the rum and coke, and I guessed that Anita wasn't a even imbiber either. The mode was so sluttish. Anita got me to order 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 subjects and secern her mum off for asking embarrassingly personal dubiousness. I really enjoyed it. I enjoyed seeing Alice so comfortable and animated and joining in the conversation. Anita was playful. I thanked Anita for the dinner, and Anita laughed and said I should thank Alice as Alice had cooked it ! I was floored. Alice looked so block. Not knowing what to say next, 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 Christian Bible. It was, I now know, how it sounds when they talk Norse. It sounds like singing. From their torso linguistic communication, Alice was telling her mum off for embarrassing her. They sounded so happy when they were singing but their consistence 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 dot Alice tried to address her female parent's mouth up with her hand. They struggled for a second and Anita batted away Alice's subdivision and carried on despite the protest.

"We were wondering if you would wish to dine with us on Th too ?"

My warmness stopped ! There was nothing 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 plates Anita came over and told me to just leave them. I tried to insist, but Anita plucked the fabric out of my script 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-time it was a million times more stir. Her bottom was so close I just wanted to reach out and partake her. There was another landing, with a bathroom midway and a nominal head and a back sleeping room. The backwards bedroom was Alice's. She gently pushed clear the ajar door and flicked on the light.

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

"I think you are a beautiful ma'am and the serious cook in the world and I want to wed you !"I don't know where that answer came from. It tumbled out so agile I hadn't had prison term to even conceive it before it blurted out.

Alice blushed really deeply.

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

But I could tell apart the compliment had landed. I was elated. I had just proposed to the missy I fancied. The only girl in the mankind I fancied. The only girl in the unanimous world 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 clip. The wallpaper was still pink. There was still a placard of a buck tacked to a cupboard threshold. And then here were things that seemed more like the adolescent Alice such as a makeup desk with mirror and a thousand tiny coloured jarful and equipment, and a post horse of The Who. There was a tape player with match deck of cards. There was a shelf along the paries over the trivial bed with lots of tapes and books on. I moved closer to see what variety of music she liked. They were all mixture recorded off the radio, with isthmus names in Alice's midget tidy handwriting down the pricker. And then at the rest end there were some record. I moved closer. They seemed to all be Mills and Boon and Jane Austen.

I reached out to pick one from the shelf. Alice launched herself at me, grabbing for my outstretched arm to pull it back away from the shelf. I variety of instinctively swing my arm away from her but she had grabbed my turnup 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 journal !"

I guess her diary was on that shelf. She suddenly stopped smiling, her optic searching mine. Her fuzzy light-headed blond 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 centre. We just stopped, paused, our lips pressed lightly together, not moving, thinking about the sentiency of our touching. I'm not sure how many days we just laid still, joined at the lips.

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

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

Alice was Beta vulgaris rubra red.

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

That form of scathe me a little bit.

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

Suddenly Anita was loud 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 bother he meant !"

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

Anita said"I think we'd effective all go down stairs. I'm not sure I trust you two alone."and winked. She said it with a playful chill out squeamish vocalisation that completely defused the situation.

We all went down step and sat and watched their gloss telly. Anita sat in an armchair and Alice and I shared the lounge but sat at opposition death. 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 nursing home and she went into the kitchen leaving Alice and I to say bye-bye. Alice seemed obstruct. We both started to apologize 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 couch to swallow her up. I told her I had had a great time and she was an excellent cook. I didn't dare say she was beautiful again. I got up and let myself out, leaving Alice sitting still on the lounge still staring at the telly.

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

On Wednesday in the bod room waiting for roll margin 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 rest of the class were laughing at Alice's discomfort. I jumped up to go pound 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 all classroom hushed and fell completely mum 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 nous but Helen whispered more and Alice got up, her bag on her berm, clutching her binder, and came back down the aisle to sit in Helen's place. I could see the snag welling in her eyes. Alice looked distraught. I wanted to hug her but all my branch were switched off and I couldn't move. With Alice seated, Helen turned very slowly and deliberately to face the boy. The whole class was silent, watching and waiting for the storm that was about to break. Helen of Troy, tiny small Helen, pointed a finger accusingly at the boy and said"If you ever tease Alice again I will make sure no lady friend in the Forth River ever sucks your flyspeck piddling prick ever again !"There was a vindictive certainty in her voice.

Then Helen spun around sharply and sat down in Alice's buttocks. The form erupted into clapping and whistle and laughter and Mr Davis walked in. It took a few second gear for everyone to recognize he was there and the interference to die down. He looked around the room, noticing the upheaval from the boys and the changed seating arrangements. Everyone was now dead silent. He just said"Settle down, locate down"as though we were still talking and then carried on as though naught had happened, but his eyes lingered on me, searching, as roll outcry ended.

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

On Th my dad was dressed up in a suit to come with me. He seemed to call back this dinner thing was a dandy idea. I wasn't so sure. I tried to tell him that Alice and I were just friends. He just smiled.

The door was opened by Anita. She was wearing a short black halterneck dress with sack blazon. Her belittled breasts stood out like two Christmas pud. She was wearing Alice's frock ! 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 trivial butt squirm as she walked like Alice.

Alice was slicing the salad. Alice was wearing a thin baggy sweater and very tight dungaree. Her hairsbreadth was tamed and she was wearing eye shadow and smart red lipstick, and her cheeks were naturally blushed.

We sat and talked. The grown-ups sipped red wine. The Spaghetti Bolognese was fantastic. It was mostly the grown-ups talking. Anita's interpreter subtly changed and sounded Sir Thomas More and more Scandinavian, more and more seductive, as the meal 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 nominal head 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 dress and she'd borrowed it on Tuesday but her mum wouldn't let her take up it again this time. They were a bit short in the apparel department ; they only did tenuous baggy wooly jumpers normally. They had contemplated buying another dress but Thursday had come so quickly.

There was the scraping sound of chairs being moved in the dining room. The haphazardness 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 Norse. It was their secret spoken language. And then dad and Anita left, the door swinging shut loudly behind them.

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

Then there was quiet. There was length between us. I tried to recall what to say or do. I wanted to inch along the sofa towards her. I wanted to be near her, kiss her, hold her. Alice was staring fixedly at the telly, which was off.

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

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

Were we Sir Thomas More than friend ? Did I have a chance ? I didn't want to recede Alice and fuck this up. I'd invested so much clock 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 statement of fact. Alice nodded, a tiny nod almost invisibly small.

"Eh, would you wish to ?"I said so smooth I could hardly get wind it myself.

"Like to what ?"asked Alice.

I guess she knew but was just wanting to name doubly sure there was no misunderstanding.

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

Alice nodded, a flyspeck nod almost invisibly small.

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

Alice shifted in her chairwoman and we were suddenly lots closer. She looked really nervous and uncertain.

She said"I've never done this kind of thing before."and started making unruffled excuse. Her nervousness was infectious, my builder bravado was ebbing away.

"Can I kiss you ?"I stammered.

Alice nodded, a lilliputian nod almost invisibly humble. 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 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 kisses were just locking of rim, no tongues, but they were vivid. Alice's leg musculus were so stiff it felt like she was pulling me into her even though she was sitting on me. My erection must get been pressing into her crotch the whole time. I could palpate it. Alice must get been able to feel it. She didn't say anything.

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

I wasn't indisputable if dad had just made a really funny joke or if Anita was just drunk. Either way, I'm sure Anita was drunk. They looked from my grimace 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 dance move 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 dwelling. He asked me on the way home if Alice and I were still"just friends ”.

I played it coolheaded and didn't let on. He commented on how I was washing more regularly, had started shaving, had been keeping the house tidy, as though these were random unrelated things. Of course it was because I was preparing in pillow slip Alice ever came to reform her apparel she'd leftfield at my firm. When I got domicile I looked in the mirror and saw my face plastered with pretty perfect lilliputian red lipstick pucker marks ! Dad and Anita must cause seen them ; they must know.

I didn't washout my face that night. I lay awaken all Nox, still, on my backbone, my oculus full open, reliving the cuddle and kissing. My erecting was desperate but I couldn't bring myself to relieve it ; it felt so inadequate and impure to relate myself alone now that I had Alice.

I tried to harbor work force with Alice on the way to school day but she shrugged me off and said we'd better keep all showing of affection common soldier. She had been hiding from the world for so yearn that was the only when way she felt comfortable. I went along. At least it was clear that she wasn't going to dissemble that utmost Night never happened, tell me that we were still"just friends ”.

That was the day it came to a header with the boy. That first light when I got to the form elbow room the boys were already there, and I had to push my way past their outstretched legs to achieve 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 normal electric chair again today. I was feeling abominable for Alice, but I couldn't imagine Helen sacrificing her back row rear end indefinitely.

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

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

deep down high school came flooding back. I was scared, alone, cornered. And then a small percentage of me snapped. I wasn't a push over any more. I'd spent the summer mixing cataplasm and I had some sinew now. I walked deliberately up the gangway towards Alice. The silence took a new deathlike depth. The wooden leg across the aisle instinctively shrank back as I approached ; the bystanders suddenly didn't want any part of this fighting. Alice looked really scared. The boy sitting beside her, Roy his name was, tried to look brave. But I had a strange virtuoso. I could differentiate he was shitting himself. I'd never had that feeling ever before. I'd never had anyone scared of me. I moved like nix would stop me. Nothing dared stop me. I reached Roy and grabbed him by the tie. He just sat still, not moving. He was staring straight ahead. I suddenly didn't know what to do. But I was angry, really angry. The wrangle, the scourge, just came spilling out without thinking,"I'm going to regain you, alone, and give up your balls off."

Mr Davis walked in. I don't think he heard my threat, but he saw me gripping a petrify Roy. He saw the pale white dash faces of the remainder 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 seat and sat down gingerly on the boundary of the death chair. Everyone was watching me. Mr Davis was watching me. He didn't say anything. There was a long frightened silence and then he did roll call.

That lunchtime the unhurt schooltime was abuzz with the scrap. The posse were all gathered around me like cheerleaders. The gang was pushing me inexorably towards the centre of the quadriceps. I could see Roy being pushed by the other boy towards me. Everyone wanted to see the combat. The whole schooling, all years, seemed to fill the quad. Everyone was chanting quietly, insistently, together,"fight ! fight ! fight !"Except Alice.

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

And then there was a clearing in front of me, with Roy on the other side of meat. I realised this was it. I had to agitate. If I bottled out now, I was sunk forever. And I could smack Roy's fear. I was now the top dog, and Roy had already lost the fighting in his headspring. I went in for the kill and punched his lights out. It was all over so suddenly that there was just silence and mental confusion. Roy dropped to the background as though he was thinking it a merciful opportunity to stop the competitiveness at the earliest possible opportunity.

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

I looked around me. Roy was being dragged off by the boys, and The Posse had closed in around me. Suddenly I felt very very dash and vulnerable. But Katie was bucking the trend and cooing, and Helen was determinedly dragging me to guard from right under Katie's nose.

We found Alice on our bench on the far face of the plot discipline. The posse were with me, them heading to the brushwood in the corner as they always did.

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

They all talked at once and gave conflicting history 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 struggle here on the games subject area where the teachers wouldn't see so I could really stop Roy properly. Only Helen asked how I was feeling. I asked The posse to give us. It was weird being the but boy, surrounded by so many commove girls. But I was secretly scared. I was scared there would be to a greater extent scrap. I was scared because this could end up with me having my head teacher kicked in. As Katie's posse comitatus strutted off towards the thicket I heard Katie telling them,"She must be blowing him !"and cackling.

Alice couldn't believe what I'd done. She was a strong pacifist. I tried to explain that I'd been bullied enough at in high spirits schoolhouse 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 have it off it was Roy who had put the saddlery 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 apologised. She put her arm around me, comforting, and I think this was the only public display of fondness and touching she ever showed me in public. Perhaps The Posse were watching.

I didn't spirit like a submarine sandwich when Alice and I went solemnly home from school.

It was Fri night and dad took me down to the pub. Fri and Sat 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 nights are party nights.

We were sitting in a booth with some topical anaesthetic 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 care, nodded his heading in the direction of the bar. I followed his nod. There, standing by the bar with glasses of blow in their hands, were Alice and Anita ! They were both wearing thin baggy wooly sweater, eye shadow and red lipstick. Alice had a mini bird and tights and Anita was wearing very tight jean. Alice looked grown up. They looked like sister. They both looked so hot. The altogether 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 table, and guided them to me. He got the local to move to wee quad for the peeress. The pub slowly got noisy again. We sat for a moment in muteness, but it was a well-situated silence. Then Anita, with a svelte North Germanic language speech pattern which is always more pronounced when my dad is around, tells the write up of how she brought Alice to a pub for the first of all clip 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 drains. Then Anita asked how come the dry land gentlewoman knew her and Alice sang something in Norwegian and it was their time to joke. Dad asks them what they are drinking and Anita says"Two of the usual."

She then sipped hers and almost pitter-patter it out.

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

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

I heard my public figure"Sam !"being called out from the corner and there were the constructor, raising their glasses in goner to me. It was my turn to wrick 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 undivided young female person, or something like that.

We walked the fille home at closing sentence but they left us on the corner and there were no buss. My dad whistled as we walked the last bit home. He was as infatuated as I was. It's kinda Wyrd for dad and son to be dating mother and girl. It was convenient, but also embarrassing. And what if they split up, fall out, combat ? Will I still be allowed to date Alice ? I was wide-cut of uncertainty, but I was also too busy thinking about the softness of Alice's skin, the way her centre sparkled when she laughs, the spirit of her hair, to think too far ahead.

I heard later that something else happened that Nox in the pub. A couple of former kid 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 buddies overheard them. He pushed between them, ‘ lent'on them, and gave them a ‘ parole to the wise'lecture. They drank up and left. That was Gus's thing, ‘ leaning'on people. He even did it to friends. He liked to put his Gorilla gorilla arm around you and then gently let you take his system of weights so your leg started to buckle. It was kinda lucky 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 procedure. That affair with Roy was a one-off and I wasn't really equipped for fighting.

Sabbatum I knew Alice's skating meter and I slipped in to watch from the stands just as her recitation academic term was drawing to a finale. She was doing laps with jumps and pirouettes in each corner. It was very repetitive 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 viewpoint. 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 mouthpiece and asked what I was doing. I told her I was watching the most beautiful girl in the man skate. She pretended to skim the ice looking for that girl. I asked her if she wanted to go down town after pattern and she said yes. So that's the commencement time we managed to actually go down the townsfolk Centre together.

I had half a thinker to buy her a dress, and we went into the big department fund. We were looking around dresses but she was severely to please ; they were mostly not her sizing, and I was secretly out of my depth and out of my wallet. I suspected that the Christmas pudding female chest in Anita's clothes was mostly padding. I didn't care. Alice did pick out a t-shirt that she told me I just had to buy. I couldn't see how it was any dissimilar than any of the jersey 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 money box. We had to go near the lingerie division to get to them. I jokingly asked,"if I brought you underwear, would you wear it ?"

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

We got closer to the money box. Suddenly, Alice stopped laughing. She looked scandalize and scared, like a deer in headlight. She was staring at the public treasury and the cashier was staring at us. Alice pushed the T-shirt into my deal and said she'd meet me outside. She turned and fled. I guessed she knew the cashier. Not many the little girl from eminent 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 lash. Then I went to the till.

The young woman was young. 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 couple bra ; I looked a bit incertain, 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 apologia. Then she shut up, wrapped the thong and I paid in quiet. I went out of the shop opinion angry, but managed to tranquilize 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 ascertain all I could. Alice wanted me to instruct to skate so we could contend in the pairs categories together, but it was a silly mind. The practiced bit about Alice's practice though was that she would listen 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 take heed the music she was dancing and skating to. And so, on the way to and from the rink, she would hold the headphone between us so we could both listen to her mix mag tape. We were almost touching. Sometimes we brushed together. It was almost open philia in public and my heart raced.

On Monday I asked Alice if she wanted to go make for pool after school day. So we finally went back to my theater where she'd left the variety of wearing apparel. She went into my bedroom to interchange. It was the first prison term she'd properly been in my house —and the first time she'd been in my bedroom— and she went in and close the door with the flush. 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 rest so they were nice and fresh and clean. In fact I'd generally tidied the whole sign and kept it clean, expecting Alice to see it some time soon. It wasn't nearly as modern as Alice's nor as sweet, but at least it could be clean.

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

I heard a squeal from inside my bedchamber. The door banged open and Alice flew out and hugged me. It took me a mo or two to occupy in what she was wearing. She was wearing a nice clean thin rusty red wooly pinafore and ... nothing else ! Alice had jumped into my arms and wrapped her strong slender legs around me. My hands were holding her up, one hand on each arse brass. I was in heaven. I was in shock. I asked her what she was wearing.

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

I moved my custody around a bit more as we kissed and, sure enough, there were the flimsy melt off strap of the thong. She wasn't completely naked. The office of me that was getting braver asked"if I buy you underwear, will you outwear it ?"to which she replied"yes !"and covered my face in small pecking kisses. 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"slow down, I'm not that kind of girl !"

She was setting limits and I was taking notes. Alice hopped down and went back in to end changing. I realised how little care I had paid to the feel of her cheeks, the tautness, the sexiness. I had been too busy looking for fabric to soak in the feeling.

I forget who won pool. Alice wore the clothes home ; there was zip to hide from Anita any more. That evening, as I masturbated, I tried to think back the tone of her wriggling bottom but it was just a fuzz of indistinct memories.

school day was going better. There was no reverberation from the fighting. Roy and the boys kept well away from us. The posse comitatus accepted that Alice and I were an item and let us be. Alice and I were gently getting closer. As autumn dragged on we were on cloud nine, young, enamored, for the first time love.

One thing that was not racing along though was the sex part. Alice was extremely reluctant. She was a keen smiler and we discovered tongues. She was a not bad cuddler, and we discovered that she could book herself to me while I stood using just her farsighted strong skating leg wrapped around my shank. But I never got my bridge player inside her wearing apparel, never got to touch her bosom, never got to get nearer than a sparse wooly pinny away from the forbidden fruit that beckoned me. As majestic as she was to display her legs, her best assets, she was equally embarrassed by her chest, and her clothes stayed resolutely on. She sometimes whispered enticingly that she was wearing ‘ the thong ’, but I never saw nor touched her lovely arse cheeks again. My balls were permanently blue. We'd cuddle and wiggle on the bed, our hands roaming each others rear, and each prison term she felt my erection pressing into her for too tenacious she'd giggle and push 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 avail 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 glass of water. Then, looking more refreshed and brave, she led me upstairs to her room.

The room was unchanged from our 1st kiss. She bent down and opened the bottom draw. She took out a girly cartridge clip. Not that form of girly magazine ; I mean the variety of magazine that adolescent miss subscribe to. It contained the normal tame relationship advice that young girls who read John Stuart Mill and blessing and Jane Austen want to read.

Alice opened it on a bookmark. She was always very organised, even this kind of ‘ inquiry ’. It was an article describing how to estimate the distance of the male organ from other torso measure. There was even a petty synopsis of a man with labeled lengths and formula you could plug measurements into. The diagram of the man was missing any genuine genitalia.

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

Alice measured my forearm. She wrote the number on the diagram. Then she kissed me. Only she didn't osculate my rim, she kissed my forearm. Then she tried to measure my pep pill 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 joint. Then she measured around my pectus, wrote it down, kissed me on the chest, and so on. She took all form of mensuration. 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 hard and we had trouble getting my dungaree down because my y-fronts were tented. She measured the duration of fundament, and kissed it ; the length of my humbled leg, and a kiss. She was working her way up towards my middle.

I was terribly excited. She measured and kissed my internal second joint. I was laying, almost nude, on her bed, and she was leaning all over me taking measurement and placing spark pecking kisses.

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

She got to my seawall. My penis was so grueling I could feel a draft where the stuff was pushed away from my wooden 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 inquiry. I asked her if she wanted to measure my dick. I was so charge up, so hopeful, I really wanted to display myself for her. I wanted her to measure it, and then snog it !

She laughed like it was the funniest laugh in the Earth. She pointed out that that was the one affair she didn't need to appraise, she could generalize its size from the duration of my forearm and feet ! She got up and threw my jeans at me and told me to get raiment before her mum came home.

But we did kiss 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 interior thigh ; she had prodded my willy !

I asked her how big she thought I was, and she did some sums but wouldn't severalize me. She started teasing me that boy were so insecure about that and that we should strain to be loved even if we were small. I felt a bit belittled ; I didn't think I was that small, but I actually had no idea 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 even. 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 drop my evenings with her alone though ; she knew what I wanted and she kept telling me to do my prep instead.

The last warmth of summer had lasted into the autumn and it could still be sunny and warm up 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 lockup and I rode pennon to the coast.

Dad had booked a way at a little inn on the coast route overlooking a little beach. One room, two separate beds and, opulence, an on-suite minuscule bathroom and swallow hole. It was lunchtime so we went down to the bar for food.

And in walked Anita with Alice in tow ! The mo I saw the girls a electric-light bulb lit in my head teacher. Of course ! Dad and Anita had arranged a nice little gamey weekend and Alice and I were along as a stunt man day of the month !

It wasn't quite like that. Dad and Anita were trying to keep things fresh and safe. The inn only actually had two suite and the girls booked into the early, sharing. The estimation was more a unwind prison term together by the sea. It must have 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 surprised as I was. She hadn't been told it was a double engagement weekend either. She looked very glad though. We went for a perambulation on the beach. It was too cold to drown but the sun shined and, despite the breeze, we didn't really need coats. I tried to drop off our hands together but Alice kept pulling away. Even here she was embarrassed to go for hands in public, to kiss in public. But I found that if I walked really close so our weapon system just brushed together, our work force just touched accidentally the unit time, 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 metre, fighting back a giggle like we were sharing a secret joke.

The small town was basically just a airstrip of houses, the inn and a post office and grocers on the coast route by a the beach. It was lovely and tranquil and we had it pretty a good deal to ourselves. Dad and Anita also walked on the beach but went in the opposite direction, away from us. I noticed they were holding hands but zippo more than that.

That evening we ate at the inn. I brought the 1st daily round and got pints for dad and me and rum and cokes for the girls. Anita and dad seemed a bit uncertain about the crapulence 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 table. She could bring kitty now and, like everything she did, she did it really well. But tonight she needed coaching job and I lent over her and helped her crease up the guess and draw in back the cue. We were quite giggly.

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

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

I suggested Alice arrest in my room with me. She was defensive attitude, incertain. I pointed out there were two separate beds. 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 nonsexual bathos as we got ready for bed. Alice insisted that I turn around and not watch as she slipped out of her befuddled pinny and blue jean and jumped quickly into one of the bottom. Then I stripped down to my y-fronts and got into the early bed. I hadn't insisted she release around, but she had looked away anyway. Then we turned off the bedside lights and it was quiesce and grim. I was listening for the slightly sound, the slight movement.

A few seconds later I realised that we hadn't said thoroughly night. So I said ‘ effective night ’. A muffled drowsy ‘ skilful night Sam.'came from the former bed. And then, suddenly, Alice asked for a good Nox buss ! I was really taken aback but very willing. At first we tried to lean out of our beds and match 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 covers and I was sitting on her bed proclivity over her from outside the covers. The secure nighttime kiss was tenacious and tangled lingua. I caressed her hair's-breadth. I didn't want it to end. Alice rubbed my berm and asked if I was moth-eaten. 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 covers together and kissing the longest almost passionate in force night kiss ever.

My helping hand slipped down and felt her nude posterior 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 straps and we kissed even more passionately.

I was actually content to let matter be. I was prepared to do anything to expend the night in the Lapplander bed as Alice even if the price of that was to do nil. I was so elated and felicitous. We pressed together. We ended up me laying on my dorsum with Alice cuddled up tucked up under my arm with one leg across my breakwater. She must have felt the tent 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 hap 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'sign of the zodiac on our room access handle. We talked a bit more, speculating if dad and Anita would marry, and how weird that would be for us. My hand cupped an arse boldness 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 clothing underclothes I brought her. Perhaps she hadn't realised what she had just said ? For some intellect I just did the crazy matter that I was always careful to deflect : I slipped both workforce up inside her jersey 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 mode lightened and she let it lay there unclipped. I ran my hand up and down her rachis, on the outside of her jersey, excited to feel the new sentience 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 longsighted she gently lifted her shoulders and then, pulling one strap through each arm hole in turn, took the bra off without taking off her t-shirt. I couldn't quite understand how she'd managed that. She dangled it above me. I could just about make out its outline in the faint moonshine filtering in around the curtains.

I reached up and felt it. It was a very intemperate affair with padding and intricate embroidery. I said it felt decent. I was intrigued by the padding. But all the time I was really trying to find Alice's exposed breasts pressing against my breast through her jersey. Alice threw the bra onto the other bed. We settled down snug, sighing contently. But we couldn't quietus. We were too activated, being so close and so naughty.

Alice asked me if I would don underclothing she brought me. I told her I would. Then, bravely, I started to tug down my own y-fronts. Alice's hired man flew to her mouth to stifle a scream, 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 laughter. She was playing along so I slipped up her tee shirt. She raised her psyche so I could take it off. She was giving me permit. Now Alice was topless and I was naked and we were laying under the covers in a flyspeck bed in a seaside inn and our mum and dad were bonking in the early room and we could still sometimes hear their softened moaning.

I was running my hand up and down the side of meat of her torso. Alice liked that. I could feel a tenuous extra indistinctness at the top of the slash where her breasts were. The side of her breasts. I was so sensible to every touch and so was she. I moved my handwriting slightly so it came inwards at the top of the apoplexy to touch on more than of her titty, but she immediately moved my hand to its previous path. Her tit were off-limits. So after some more stroking I focused on heading Confederacy and squeezing the cheek at the bottom of each cam stroke. Alice was really enjoying it and our kissing grew in intensity. Without breaking the kiss I half sat up and Alice rolled onto her binding and I came back down on top of her. She wrapped her wooden leg around me as my willy jabbed into her knickers. She came up for breathing time and said I was going to ruin the lash. I solved that by sitting up and pulling her knee pants off. She put her legs together and lifted her hindquarters to assist 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 intimation were hurried. I hugged her articulatio humeri and she held my face in the palms of both work force, holding my mouth off hers. In the deliquium light I could just stool out the glistening sparkle of her optic as she looked into my face. She said, hearse and neural"I haven't done this kind 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 abandon her. She grinned and said"I know, silly."and we kissed with lips so wide-cut open they hardly touched, our glossa entwining in the clear air as we gulped in speed breaths.

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

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

Alice laughed. She explained in hurried whispering 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 grade, but that really sister had to wait for a grave long-term relationship and commitment and things and Anita wasn't going to let Alice take any risks.

That schmoose had kind of killed the climate slightly, but more caressing and stroking brought back the passion and Alice slipped her hand down between our tummy to guide my penis in. It was the first-class honours degree time she had touched my penis and it was a wonderful genius. Lined up, Alice suddenly squeezed her powerful thighs and pulled us together, connected. The head of my phallus was in Alice. It was wonderfully warm 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 raw thing in the human beings to be talking as we lost our virginity together. I asked if she was ready. She was. I pushed. She pulled her nous up off the pillow to kiss me and, as I pushed her straits back down into the pillow she squeezed my bottom with her leg again and pulled me in even further, screaming into my mouth. And we were now still, pulling each other together as tightly as potential, connected as deeply as possible. Our foreheads were pressed together and I could feel the nautical mile in her supercilium. Her finger nails dug into my shoulder blades. I kept still. Our spit 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 hands through my hair and pulled my chief tight into her neck. Her pelvic arch were rocking in meter to my shot and we moved together, coupled, as though one animal. I could feel how cockeyed she was. I could feel how she seemed to grow to let the head past and then contract bridge behind it to hug it and hold it in tight. I felt how wet she became. I felt how warm it became. I sped up. Alice was moaning. I was panting. It was actually unvoiced employment. 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 tell thing were climaxing and she started to pump me in and out using her peg wrapped around me. My hands were cupping both her arse face. We were pulling ourselves as close together as humanly potential on every in stroking. And the tingle grew and the sperm surged and fired again and again deep into her. Alice gripped my arse so tightly with her peg I couldn't move. Every pulse of my phallus fired more spermatozoan trench into her.

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

It was quite early on in the first light when I awoke. Alice was sitting up in the narrow bed beside me, looking out of the windowpane at the sea in the break of the day first light. She had opened the curtains. She had the covers covering her good chest so I could only see her pallid violin-shaped book binding and the gently impertinent cushions of her fanny cheeks. My bared chest felt moth-eaten. That was probably what woke me up. I sat up beside her. She turned, grinned, and kissed me. I pushed her shoulder joint back so she was laying on her back. She had instinctively brought the concealment back with her to underwrite her thorax. She complained with a grin that she'd been watching that sunrise. I pulled down the covers to discover her breasts. They were magnificent. They were tiny 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 cheek. Alice laughed and told me to hold open my eyes up here, on her own face. Then she lunged up to plant a mickle buss on my back talk 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 strive for them but then gave up. We then looked each other over for the showtime time ever. Her breasts drew my eyes like attraction. I wanted to touch them, cup them, pet them, kiss them. I held back. I looked at her flavorless piddling tummy, her mound, her soft low-cal blonde fuzzy public hair, the maroon tegument of her pussy folds visible through the fire up fuzz. She was staring at my cock. My cock was rock hard, gently slapping my tummy in meter with my heartbeat.

I turned back to her cheek and we kissed and embraced and, with her handwriting for guidance, I nestled back between her ramification and found her snatch and slipped in. I think the prediction had been foreplay enough. We slipped together quickly effortlessly painlessly.

We smiled at each other. We just studied each others faces as we pumped together, getting faster and faster, closer and closer. Alice's wooden leg wrapped around me and held me tight, crushing my hips and smashing us together. Alice's foreland flew back and her rachis arched and she shuddered. Then she shuddered again. Then, gulping for breather, she lent back into me and we kissed deeply. She let one of my hands seek out and cup her smooth gentle breast briefly. We started to shake together again and I felt the tingle construction and then I was shooting R-2 after rope of spermatozoan deep into her. We smiled and smiled as we sucked in oxygen. She cupped my face in the palms of her hands and we just kept kissing and parting, 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 girls sat at the table and sang excitedly in Norwegian as dad and I went up to get the plates from the bar. Anita was holding her hands out with her index things apart, rather like a fisher describing a little arrest. Alice was giggling and trying to silence her mum and make her diaphragm. Dad and I were placidity, walking with a silly bound in our step and grinning on our faces. We went back to the table carrying the Full English people Breakfast on the plates. Anita looked up and, as way of account, said they were just ‘ comparing short letter ’. It was obvious to dad and Anita that Alice and I had ‘ done it'too last night. They had seen the sign on our threshold. They saw our embarrassment, our glow, our niggardliness, our glimpse at breakfast. It was obvious.

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

That sunny Sunday morning dad took Anita for a tour along the glide road on the motorbike. Alice and I took a pass 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 improbable to burn so late in the year. Alice took her jeans and jumper off and lay on our straw mat with just a tee shirt pulled down over her knickers 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, too sated to give the uncontrollable urge. And besides, Alice wasn't into world displays of tenderness .