Date: Fri, 26 May 2006 19:20:41 +0100
From: mozzie@zalau.ro
Subject: Suzie # 7

This is the story of a girl's sexual awakening and her experiences and
those of her friends. How her curiousity and self-doubt bring her to
explore new heights in pleasure. The story will develop to show instances
of masturbation, M/F, M/F/F, F/F, M/M - if any of this is likely to cause
you offence, please do not read on ....

I dropped back to my arched position. It was messy, but felt good to be
dirty right then. My thoughts came back into order, registering what I had
just done. I didn't mean with Artemka, I meant what I had just done with
Claire. Mentally I shrugged - it felt good. In a way I felt that Claire
hadn't really got much out of it, a little fingering from me and she had
wanked Artemka, not a great deal compared to me.

Claire was still knelt up beside Artemka and me, looking at the mess
between our groins. She still wore her tanga briefs; she hadn't even got
naked. I really felt that she had missed out somehow.  I watched almost
absent-minded as she leant forward, tilting my head to see what she was up
to.

Claire lowered her head to the top of Artemka's thigh and started to lick
the liquid there, slowly at first and then hungrily working her way down
his leg. It was like watching a starving person eat. She positively cleaned
Artemka's leg and then, with no hesitation, started licking her way up
mine. I felt her rough tongue pushing hard up my thigh, slurping and
gulping in the cocktail of love juices that had spilled there. I thought
she would stop at my thighs. The feeling of her tongue dipping into the
pool of fluids in my slit hit me like a thunderbolt. I shot up, propping
myself on my hands, staring at Claire lapping at my vagina.

Claire looked up as she licked and probed with her tongue inside me, she
smiled at me, her lower lip a deep sheen of gloss. Almost vampire like she
pounced, her whole mouth covering my crack sucking hard as her tongue
twirled my reawakening clit round and round. It was seconds before my
orgasm, that I had thought was long gone, smashed back through me. Wave
after wave of spasm wracked me as I twitched at the end of Claire's
tongue. Claire slowly released her prize and propped herself up a little,
her hair drifting over my hip, she grinned at me as I lay back breathless
for the second time in maybe five minutes.

Claire looked back to Artemka's tool. I wasn't surprised when she started
to lick it. Something that I thought was special only to me, it seems I was
wrong. She didn't touch it with her hands at all; she simply ran her tongue
all over it up and down and then trying to move around it. The pointy tip
of Claire's tongue sought out the opening where the head of Artemka's penis
was still shrouded by his foreskin. It seemed that she was trying to get
her tongue in under the skin, running her tongue around and around the edge
of the opening. A thorough clean up job maybe, I am not sure what she was
aiming to do.

As Claire's tongue worked its way around and around, the gap in Artemka's
foreskin got larger and larger, as the head worked its way out. His dick
started to straighten and grow. Within just a few minutes Artemka was erect
and very much awake. Claire hadn't even touched him; she had done that with
just her tongue. She stopped and sat up, wiping her chin with the back of
her arm.

"Well Suze, you're a dark horse. I would never, ever have guessed that you
were into this sort of thing." Claire started, "Are you on the pill or
something? I mean, he just came inside you." I didn't know how to reply,
the whole idea of getting pregnant hadn't even entered my head - I mean
like, me pregnant ... that can only happen to the others right? I blurted
out "Yeah, I'm on the pill" hoping I wouldn't get caught out in my lie.

Claire reached across and gently held Artemka's penis that had started to
soften ever so slightly. She pulled his closing foreskin gently back and
ran her thumb around the exposed head. Instantly the hardness returned and
Claire smiled at Artemka, "I wish I could talk to you, you must hate being
left out of the conversation". He just smiled not understanding the words
but maybe picking up on the sentiment. Claire turned to me "Mind you, with
stuff like this happening maybe he doesn't care!" She wrapped her hand
around his shaft and started to pull his foreskin back and forth. All the
way back until it slightly strained, then pushed it all the way forward
until it was a hood way over the top of the head. Claire kept this up,
almost absent-mindedly as she chatted away. Her hand making very, very slow
movements on the motionless boy alongside her.

"He's gorgeous Suze, how old is he, he looks about 14" she started. "Oh no"
I quickly reassured her, "he's definitely 16, I got that from the
immigration service themselves". "Hmmmmmm" Claire joked, "You reckon
they've got one for me?" We giggled and I broached a subject that simply
came blurting out from nowhere. "Claire, you know what, well what we did,
you know, together ..." I let the sentence trail off, not sure how to
finish it. "It's OK, Suze, it was great" Claire replied. I didn't say
anymore, I didn't know what she meant, I had wanted to discuss the meaning
of what we had done, not have it graded, but that is how I felt I had to
leave it.

Claire turned her attention back to Artemka. His penis was now as hard as a
rock, straining, when his foreskin was slowly pulled back from the head it
was huge and purple.

Claire saw me look "He's great eh, you haven't had him for long though have
you?" I replied "No not really, just three days, but he's going to stay a
week". "Excellent" Claire said, "Maybe I can get Marc over and we can make
a foursome." Before I could even think of the whole concept, Claire carried
on "How long before you and he got it on?" I blushed "His first
night". Claire dramatically stared at me mouth wide open "You dog, Suze,
c'mon spill the details."

Being made to rethink just the past few days made me realise what I had
become, maybe Claire's use of 'dog' was right. I started to spill my guilty
secret but wanted to brag and boast to my best friend at the same
time. "Well I sneaked into his room on his first night, just to see how he
was ..." Claire interrupted with a sarcastic "of course". "Ssh" I continued
"I wanked him, just like you're doing now, he didn't last long and he shot
pints of cum - I guess he hadn't cum in a long, long time - thinking on it
being on the run halfway across Europe, and then getting arrested, probably
doesn't lend itself to thoughts on sex. Anyhow, we went to the bathroom to
clean up and we did it in the shower but sort of finished it on the floor,
if you know what I mean".

Claire nodded. Clearly she was creating a mental image of Artemka and me in
he bathroom. Almost like she was responding to that image she ran her thumb
across Artemka's swollen head every time it the foreskin was slowly drawn
back. Artemka shuddered the first time she did this, but seemed to settle
back into the change very quickly. He had pulled the pillow down the bed
and had his head resting on it, his hands behind his head, simply lying
back and enjoying the attention. His eyes would dart from the hand wanking
his penis, to Claire's panties then across to my breasts. It seemed that my
little angel was creating his own little evil fantasy to match the action.

I continued "We kind of made out in his room the next afternoon. He was
well up for it, but my parents were about". Claire was about to say
something, but I pushed on. "He came in here that night and I wanked him
off, then I rode him ... much like I have just done, you know". Claire
couldn't resist saying "Oh yeah, girl, I know". I frowned at her and
continued " then he hurt his eye, so I just used my mouth and wanked him
off"

Claire was nodding sagely "It's a well-known cure for a black eye is
that". We both laughed. "Jesus Suze, you did all that in just three days?"
I blushed and replied, "Actually that's two days because he didn't arrive
until quite late, this is the third actual day". Claire made a theatrical
gulping noise - and we descended into fits of giggles.

Artemka was completely oblivious to our conversation. Claire had been
slowly wanking him for maybe ten minutes, her thumb now circling his
swollen and shiny purple head every time it came into view. His shaft was
straining up against her gently stroking hand. He was starting to shift
ever so slightly on the bed. Claire blurted out "Look Suze, I know he's
yours and all, but can I use him right now?" I hesitated, not so much the
question but the suddenness of it.

Claire almost begged, "Please Suze, you can get me ready, it will be
great. Suze, look in my bag". A little stunned by the sudden change in
pace, I didn't really think. I opened Claire's overnight bag that was lying
between the two beds in the room. "Down the side" Claire said. I reached
down each side, at first finding nothing, and then I found a small box -
condoms. I held them up and Claire nodded, "thanks Suze, you're such a
pal". It was almost as if my finding her condoms was permission to use
Artemka.

I sat back down on the bed. Claire stopped her wanking of Artemka on a
backstroke, his foreskin all way back. She pulled just that little bit
extra and lowered her head, sucking the head very hard - not for very long,
but she slowly drew her hard sucking lips up until they sort of popped off
the end. A trickle of that white fluid seeped from Artemka's rigid tool "A
little precum eh, that's what we like" Claire said "Let's give the boy a
show eh Suze"

She shuffled closer to me and kissed me on the mouth. I wasn't sex crazed
this time; I had time to think, so I didn't react. Claire kissed again,
gentler. I thought 'What the hell, it felt good last time' and started to
kiss her back. Our mouths opened wide as our tongues battled for
supremacy. Claire's hands roved, stroking and caressing my back sliding all
the way down to round my buttocks before slipping back up to my shoulders.

I wasn't being so subtle. My hands went straight to Claire's breasts;
kneading them and feeling the already firm buds of her nipples harden under
my touch. It felt good to have such an effect on her. I slid my hands
around her back and pulled us close. My hands grabbed her butt and pulled
us together, my naked mound pressing hard into her panties. I ground us
together, round and round then thrust up and down. The sheer material of
her panties rubbed against my clit, quickly reawakening an orgasm that had
not subsided long ago.

Claire reached down and pulled her panties down, somehow managing to get
them completely off. I wasn't willing to let us part; I felt the material
slide down between us. I kissed her gently, then started kissing and
licking her whole face. Claire had her hands on my shoulders and was gently
pressing down. I worked my way down her neck and across to her breast. I
licked all around its base, slowly circling all the way around and then in
to the nipple. As gently as I could I licked the hard little bead, flicked
it with my tongue, sucked it and even gave it a gentle nip with my teeth.

Claire was bucking and writhing, splaying her hands over my back, sometimes
grabbing my hair, moaning and thrusting her hips back and forth as if
screwing some imaginary dick. I tried to keep control, loving the
incredible sense of power in knowing that I was driving my friend
completely out of her mind. As slowly as I could I moved to the other
breast, the tempo of the whole situation getting the better of me. I had
intended a slow teasing, but it became a frantic sucking and biting.

Claire's hands were back on my shoulders still pressing down, maybe firmer
than before. Unable to really do anything else I started to kiss my way
down her stomach, but she pushed harder apparently unable to stand any kind
of wait.  I had realised what she wanted and where I was heading. I wasn't
too sure whether I could go through with it though. I kissed and licked my
way slightly to one side of her mound and down the top part of her
thigh. Claire probably thought my hesitation was some clever teasing and
simply moaned, "Please".

Very gingerly, I stretched my tongue as far out as it would go, figuring it
would put some distance between it and me. Very gingerly, almost not making
contact I moved it between Claire's vaginal lips. Almost by accident it
collided squarely with her clit. Her whole body shuddered. The feeling of
power was great so I licked it again and again. Claire was thrusting at my
face now, her hands entangled in my hair holding me against her. One of her
thrusts forced my outstretched tongue into her, She repeated this maybe ten
times, each time she forced my tongue into her I was trying to lick back up
to the top to get at her clit. I hadn't really registered what effect this
has having on her. Without warning a gush of hot liquid flooded over my
tongue and Claire trembled all over.

She stopped moving, using her hands to gently cup my chin she turned my
face up to look at her "God girl, you're great ..." was all she said, she
was going to say something else but she looked back at Artemka in alarm.

Artemka was still lying with his head on the pillow, but now his head was
turned ogling at the lesbian sideshow that was just a few feet from him. It
was clearly too much for him, he didn't understand what was planned for
him, so he had started to masturbate. His fist firmly grasping his swollen
shaft and pumping far harder and rougher that I would have. Claire was
alarmed and her hand shot out. She grasped his wrist firmly and stopped him
"No, I have plans for you" she said.

Artemka clearly couldn't understand but reluctantly stopped. Twice his hand
lowered to his straining shaft but he stopped himself.

Claire retrieved the condom packet that had fallen to the floor and took
out a small foil package. Expertly she tore the packet open and removed the
thin rubber sheath, she turned to Artemka and guided it gently down his
erection. Artemka's buttocks pinched in and his hips rose as the latex
shroud slid on. "He's about ready to blow Suze, he sure isn't going to last
long". She tried to get Artemka to relax by kissing him gently, but he
returned his kiss with unbridled passion.

Claire was unashamedly fingering herself as she settled on the very edge of
the bed, her hips overhanging the mattress as she lay back. "Lick me Suze,
please like you just did".

With little hesitation this time I knelt between her knees and pushed my
tongue deep into her crack, bending it up until it sprang out flicking her
distended clit on the way out. I tried to start slow and build up the
speed, but I ended up simply going as fast as I could.

Claire was reaching over to Artemka who was now stood beside the bed. His
hands kept lowering towards his shaft and she had to keep persuading not to
waste himself in masturbation. His tool was standing almost upright by
itself. It kept sort of pulsing upwards and it looked painfully swollen. I
wondered if he could simply cum without touching himself.

My tongue was being deluged by gushes of hot liquid. Claire's hips were
pushing up against my face; her legs were visibly trembling as her whole
body was wracked by spasm after spasm. Claire threw her head back, her eyes
screwed shut and her mouth open. She was gasping and gulping, and then she
simply said "Now". I was a little slow on the uptake but I guessed that was
my cue to let this over-wound sexual bomb standing on my right loose on her
body. He was masturbating; as soon as Claire had been unable to stop him he
simply couldn't resist the urge.

I moved quickly to one side and motioned for Artemka to step forward. I
wasn't surprised how quickly he managed to get himself knelt in between
Claire's outstretched thighs.

Artemka took his tool in his own hand guided it quickly into Claire's
dripping hole. Once the head was in he simply pushed forward until his
balls were pressed against Claire's mound. All the pent up frustrations and
lust exploded. This was no act of love - it was an animal mating. He
pounded into her; thrusting so hard she was moving back and forth on the
mattress. His hands hand her by the hips pulling her onto each and every
thrust. He slammed his young cock in and out, his buttocks pinching in with
each pounding blow driving his full straining length in to its full depth
before sliding it quickly out.

Claire was someplace else. Her back was arched and her whole body was
twitching in shuddering spasms. She wasn't breathing, her eyes and mouth
were wide open as her head strained back pushing hard into the
mattress. Her back was arched clean off the mattress; she was rigid moving
only because Artemka's thrusts pounded through her.

We hadn't thought Artemka would last long. Thinking back on it he had
lasted through nearly an hour of being masturbated and being treated to an
erotic eyeful, despite this he slammed into Claire for maybe two
minutes. His thrusts were becoming more and more erratic and he was gasping
for breath. Two or three times his shaft had slid slickly completely out of
Claire but, each time, it had slammed straight back in.

His tool slipped out one more time, this time as he thrust it missed the
hole and slid across the top of her mound. On the way, the condom fell
off. I think it has worked its way down when he had been masturbating with
it on, Artemka looked down vaguely aware that something was wrong and
stared in disbelief at his unsheathed cock. There was a mixture of panic
and lust in his eyes when he looked round at me in desperation. It was
suddenly a real risk that he simply pushes his way back into Claire and
within seconds spills his load inside her. She clearly wouldn't have cared
at that instant but it would be something she would worry about and regret
for ages afterwards. I was the only person halfway able to make a sensible
decision. It was clear that Artemka needed me to tell him what to do, or he
would just carry on.

I doubted he could survive me getting a fresh condom on him. I had
hesitated too long. Artemka was back inside Claire and he pushed
forward. Immediately his buttocks pinched in tight and he gasped, his back
arched in small gentle trembles as he shot his hot load deep inside
Claire. He kept up a gentle thrusting all through his orgasm. Unable to
catch his breath he eventually pulled out and turned round to sit with his
back against the bed. He had one knee drawn up and his arm was resting on
this, he had his head resting on that arm as he struggled to regain control
of his senses. An occasional spasm wracked his body as his orgasm
subsided. His wonderful penis lolled as a thick rubbery tube over his
youthful balls. His whole shaft was slick coated with a mixture of Claire's
juices and his own cum that he had smeared all over the inside of her.

I sat there quietly; it seemed like an age, listening to Artemka and Claire
recovering from their orgasms. My mind was a whirl. I was, of course, blown
away by the incredible events that had happened. It was nearly 4am and it
would be light soon. I couldn't believe that me, little Suzie, had just
shagged the night away.  It was Artemka who made the first move.

He stood quietly picking his briefs off the floor, he simply said, "I go
clean now, is OK Suzie, you not feel bad of me?" I smiled, my poor little
Ukrainian still hadn't figured out that we had taken advantage of
him. "It's OK Art, you had better get back to your room." I replied,
remembering that Dad might call in to check on him first thing and Dad was
an early riser. Artemka stepped into his briefs, pulling them up and over
the tool that had just suffered such abuse at our hands. I stepped up to
him and kissed him gently on the lips. Artemka returned the kiss with his
wonderful smile and he stole out of the room.

Claire was still lying on the bed, her hips over the edge and her knees
spread wide apart. "Did he just cum inside me?" she asked simply and
quietly. "Yup, the condom sort of fell off at the last minute" was my
honest reply. Claire sat up and shrugged "It felt fantastic Suze, I can see
why you chose the pill, you can actually feel it shooting up huh. I'll go
the doc later and get a morning after pill - Jesus it was worth it, that
was fan f***king tastic." Claire dropped back to the bed.

"We'd best clean up Claire, my folks will be up and about soon." Claire
slowly levered herself off the bed and pulled on just her long T-shirt to
cover her. Without a word she padded out of the room. I started to pull the
sheets off the bed, there were huge drying yellow stains shouting evidence
of what had happened. The door opened, I whirled round, instantly scared
that my mum or dad had walked in to confront me with the sex stained sheets
in my hand. It was Claire "Artemka is in the shower" was all she said,
almost like a zombie, before collapsing on the guest bed beside mine.

I quickly put my nightshirt back on, just to scamper out to the airing
cupboard to get a set of sheets for my bed. I was still in the hallway when
the bathroom door opened quietly and Artemka padded out and away from me, I
don't think he had even seen me as I was half in the cupboard a the time. I
came back into my room, my short breath of fresh air revealed just how much
my room stank of sweat, sex and cum; I simply had to do something about
that.  I half-pushed Claire out of bed and towards the door "Shower is
free, but be quick!"  She half-staggered out of the door and I busied
myself putting clean sheets on the bed. I flung open the windows and lit
one of the joss sticks that I had left over from my retro-hippy phase.

It was all getting back into order. Wet wipes had managed to lift out most
of the dampness that had soaked through from the sheets into the mattress
and the spots of Artemka's cum from the carpet. I was stuffing the dirty
laundry into a pillow case when Claire came back in, looking wide awake
"That's better," she said " jeepers what a night". Almost as an
afterthought she added, "The smell is going to be a giveaway" and, nodding
towards my joss stick, "I hope that works."

Claire pulled her T-shirt over her head and stood naked in front of me "Can
I put this in with that?" I nodded and she dropped it in, she pointed at a
few spots of dried yellow on my nightshirt "I think you had best ditch that
in there as well eh. Suze, you're a mess girl, go have a shower, I'll
finish tidying up in here." I needed no second invitation; I pulled off my
nightshirt, ignoring Claire's "mmmmmm," and dropped it on top of Claire's
crumpled T-shirt. I peered round the door and made a naked dash to the
bathroom.

Just a few minutes later I pranced back to my bedroom with a long towel
tied firmly about my breasts. I was carrying two smaller towels, both left
by Artemka and Claire, which I had wiped down the bathroom and they were
heading for the laundry pile. When I came into the bedroom my hopes raised,
we might get away with it undetected. Claire had straightened the room
well, the joss stick had mingled with the stench of sex and the breeze was
taking it all out of the window. Claire was on her knees using the last of
my wet wipes to wipe something off the drawer front under my bed. "Look's
like Artemka missed with some." Claire said in explanation.

Claire stood up; she was dressed in regular blue jeans and one of my
T-shirts. "Hope you don't mind" she said.  "I also borrowed these," pulling
the front of her jeans down far enough to show what I guessed was a pair of
my panties from my drawer. "It's OK," I replied "you can keep them."

Claire smiled at this small gesture, "We can swap, mine are in there." She
nodded at the laundry pillowcase.

I started to speak, to explain my mistake of last night, to apologise for
getting carried away with her in the heat of the moment. I wanted to
explain that I had only meant to show off Artemka in front of her, that I
had never intended it to turn into an all-night orgy. I stammered "Look
Claire, last night ..." Before I could finish, Claire stepped forward and
put both of her hands on my hips "It was great Suze, anytime." It was one
more misunderstood message that I should have corrected at the time but it
went unsaid.

Claire leaned forward brushing her lips against mine, whispering in my ear
"Best you get dressed girl, I can hear your folks moving around." This
threw me into a complete state of panic; within a minute or two I was fully
dressed.

We dozed a little lying on the two beds in my room. A little while later
there was a gentle tapping on the door, then my mum sort of eased into the
room. She was going to the shops and did we want anything, dad was going to
potter around in the garden. She cast a disapproving look at the dying joss
stick, but said nothing as she eased back out of the door.

I waited until I heard her car reversing out of the drive; before I looked
out of the window to check that dad was at the far end of the
garden. Claire joined me at the window and said nothing as I picked up the
pillowcase and made my way out of the door. Claire was walking beside me
almost like we were on a determined mission to hide the evidence of a
terrible crime, I swear even this mundane chore was a thrill to her.

She stopped me, a gentle hand against my stomach pulling me back; we were
outside Artemka's room. In a hushed whisper she asked "What about his
stuff?" I nodded, getting carried along with the almost secret mission and
we eased open his bedroom door.

Artemka was in bed, his quilt pulled up over one shoulder. He had been
asleep but his eyes snapped open as we came in. He turned, sleepy eyed, to
face us. I said simply "Art, we need your pants." Claire stifled a
giggle. He clearly didn't understand what I had said. I held open the
pillowcase for him to look inside. Claire had thrown our panties on top of
my nightshirt, so he quickly realised what we were setting out to do. He
pointed to a screwed up pair of briefs lying on the floor beside the bed,
just covered by the edge of the quilt. Claire picked them up and dropped
them into the pillowcase. "Boys!" she tutted, grinning from ear to
ear. Artemka dropped back onto his pillow and sighed contentedly. He was
asleep, exhausted, before we sneaked back out of his room.

Claire and me stood side by side, taking it in turns to shake the items out
and throw them into the washing machine. I watched as Claire poured
detergent from the pot on top of the machine into the drawers, and then
measured a capful of conditioner into the compartment. She slid the drawers
closed and watched me pressed the button to start the machine. There was
the usual slight pause and the machine sprang into life. Lord knows why but
we hugged each other like we had just finished the last step of the perfect
crime.

We were sat in the kitchen eating cereal when Dad appeared. He asked if we
knew where Artemka was and didn't look at all surprised when we said that
we thought he was still in bed. I asked Dad if Artemka was leaving us in
two or was it three days. Dad looked genuinely puzzled "I'm not sure Suzie,
they haven't got back to us yet, they said they were going to, the last I
heard it was the day after tomorrow."

When Dad had left, Claire started "He's leaving Suze, you OK with that?" I
didn't really have to think before I replied "Oh yeah, I always knew he was
here for about a week, I don't think either of us think of it as anything
more than ..." I hesitated struggling for the right word. "Sex?" Claire
suggested as unsubtly as she could manage. We both collapsed in a bout of
the giggles.

The conversation moved on, always drifting around boys and how they were
only good for one thing. From time to time Claire kept repeating how she
never had me down for one of the 'in girls', certainly not one with her own
supply of sex machines walking through her room. I began to wonder if she
thought that I had a sort of conveyor belt of boys, but her grin reassured
me that she meant nothing of the sort.

"I wonder how many girls Artemka had before you?" Claire asked. "None," I
replied confidently, "I am sure I was his first, I guess I popped his
cherry eh."  Just at that moment Artemka shuffled in, his hair a shambles
and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He smiled coyly at both of us, quickly
turning his attention to the cereal box on the shelf as my Dad reappeared.

Claire spoke to my Dad "Is it OK if I come back this evening? We started on
our history assignment last night but didn't finish it. It's supposed to be
in for the teacher to look through tomorrow, Monday, morning."

I was a little taken aback as I knew nothing about this; Claire had sort of
sprung it on me. She was good though, any mention of a study effort was
sure to win my Dad around.

Claire played her trump card "It's a joint project, Marc and Greg are
supposed to be in on it too. If they can come over." without giving my Dad
a chance to register what she had just said, she carried on "If we work too
late, if its OK I'll sleep over again - if the boys can sleep downstairs or
in Artemka's room if he doesn't mind." She stopped, waiting to see if her
scam was going to be blown out of the water.

Dad swallowed it hook, line and sinker. "Sounds good Claire, best tell the
boys to bring sleeping bags though, we aren't running a hotel with room
service you know," he paused to laugh at his own little joke, "you'll have
to make sure Artemka is really OK with sharing his room before those two
get their hopes up, we're supposed to make sure he has a room to himself
you know."

Claire gave lots of reassurances and I nodded along at the appropriate
moments. When Dad returned to his garden, I asked Claire "Who is Greg?"
Claire shrugged "Just a name, I really wanted to have the chance to get
Marc around and it did sound more school-like with two girls to two boys
eh". I smiled, impressed by the speed of her thinking.

Claire stood up to leave "Best get some rest Suze, a Sunday afternoon
snooze is what you need. Let's try for that foursome tonight eh." She
didn't give me a chance to reply, she smiled, waved at Artemka and walked
out the door humming"

Artemka was sat at the table munching through a bowl of cereal, completely
oblivious to the content of the conversation that had taken place right in
front of him. I spoke slowly and used lots of hand gestures. "You get to
sleep this afternoon. Tonight we party." He looked puzzled then his eyes
opened wide as the meaning hit him, he spoke in absolute disbelief
"Tonight, like last ..." he couldn't find the word to finish his question,
but I didn't wait. "Yes, Art" I nodded "Tonight". You couldn't have fit a
broader smile on his face. He was positively beaming.

He stood up. I couldn't help but notice the large bulge showing through his
jog pants, he was definitely looking forward to the party. "I go sleep
ready" he said and moved purposely towards the door. He paused "Claire
too?" he asked. This was good, it really showed that he was in it just for
the sex; he wasn't interested in a relationship with me. Suddenly I
realised he might not like the idea of having another boy there; he had
only just lost his virginity and we were planning an orgy!

I nodded "there will be four of us." I held up four fingers. Artemka's
mouth dropped open "Four!" he repeated, in his lovely lilting English "Four
girls and me!" I smiled, understanding his panic, I spoke quickly "Noooooo,
there will be me and you, Claire and her boyfriend" I repeated this in a
number of different ways, pointing a lot and raising all numbers of
fingers. Finally, Artemka beamed once more, asking one more question that
really showed he was only in it for the sex "We share, me with you and
Claire too?" I simply nodded and he trotted upstairs.

to be continued ......