Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2023 16:35:24 +0000
From: R A Coole <racoole@proton.me>
Subject: the-sixties-sexplorers-14

This is the continuing story about a group of young friends growing up and
finding out all about sex during the nineteen-sixties. That was way before
computers and the internet and reliable information back then was generally
difficult to find. Much of what kids learned was picked up from other kids
in the playground and a lot of that was crazily inaccurate. In this story
the kids are rather luckier than that as you will see.  I hope that people
who grew up back then will be able to identify with what they read and that
the younger readers amongst you will enjoy it too despite feeling that it's
ancient history.

I will be posting future chapters here quite regularly. Please do drop me a
line if you enjoy my story - racoole@protonmail.me

The Sixties Sexplorers

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

In preparation for their forthcoming trip to Canada, Charles Adamson
decided to treat himself to a brand new Pentax Singleâ€`lens reflex
camera with which to keep a record of the visit. Toby was absolutely
fascinated by the new toy and as a result of his sudden interest in
photography, Charles decided to give him his old camera as a birthday
present. So it was that Toby became the proud possessor of a
wellâ€`used but nevertheless very serviceable Petri '7S' 35mm camera,
complete with built-in light meter and coupled rangeâ€`finder and a
host of other features.

After careful study of the instruction manual and a short course from his
father, the delighted sixteen year old was let loose with a roll of colour
print film to get used to the feel of the machine before his holiday. After
taking numerous pictures of his mother and younger sister, neither of whom
were particularly willing models, Toby set off round the garden to try to
find suitable objects to photograph. Amongst the box of accessories was a
closeâ€`up lens and he derived a great deal of amusement from taking
pictures of flowers and insects at close range.

One Saturday afternoon during the Summer term, having exhausted the
possibilities at home, Toby set out for the local pond, armed with his
camera, to see if he could spot any wild life worth capturing on
film. Setting himself up near a patch of lily pads he watched hopefully for
the appearance of a frog. He had been sitting patiently for some
considerable time when his reverie was disturbed by a voice behind him.

'Hello there. Looking for something to photograph I see.'

Turning round, the youngster found himself face to face with a short
red-haired and somewhat familiar looking young man.

'Yes.' he replied.

'Any luck yet?'

'Not so far I'm afraid.'

The young man put down the case that he was carrying and it was only then
that Toby realised that the mechanism that he had under his arm was a
folding tripod.

'Oh, you're a photographer.' he said, the light dawning.

'Of sorts,' replied the young man modestly, 'I'm on the way to the woods to
do a spot of bird watching with my telephoto lens.'

'Are they difficult to photograph?'

'No, not really. It's mostly a question of patience as I expect you've
found from sitting by the pond.'

'I'll say.' agreed Toby with feeling. 'My bottom's gone numb.'

The stocky redâ€`haired man laughed and looking at Toby, he scratched
his head thoughtfully.

'Have we met before?' he asked. 'Somehow you look familiar.'

'I don't think so.' replied the youngster doubtfully. 'I live round here
though.  In Doctor Green's Lane actually. My name's Toby Adamson.'

'Mark Hales.' said the man, holding out his hand. Toby took it and they
shook hands, Toby matching his firm grip.

'Pleased to meet you.' he said.

'Oh, I've just realised who you are!' exclaimed the man suddenly. 'You're
Charles Adamson's son, aren't you?'

'Yes, that's right.'

'He banks with us. I work at the National Marbaloyd in Melvesham.'

'Oh, I see why you know me then. I was in there with him during the last
school holiday.  I've got a Savings Account there.'

'Ah well,' said the man, 'That explains it then.'

'Do you live round here somewhere too?' asked Toby politely.

'Yes, Di â€` that's my wife by the way â€` and I have a house
on the Longmeadow estate.  We've been there for about a year. We bought it
when we got married.'

Longmeadow was a recent development, a mixture of bungalows, semi-detached
and small detached houses. Situated at the far end of Doctor Green's Lane,
near the main road, it was one of a series of such estates which were
gradually springing up, turning the area into a dormitory for the city.

'You'll have probably seen me riding about on my bike too then.' observed
Toby.  'I sometimes pass through there.'

He stood up and stretched his aching limbs.

'The waiting part's boring, isn't it?' laughed Mark.

'Very. I think I'm wasting my time to tell the truth.'

'You can try coming to the woods with me if you like. The wildlife there is
usually more coâ€`operative.'

'Terrific.' responded Toby and the two of them made towards the woods,
talking cameras as they went.

When they arrived in what Mark declared to be a suitable location, he
extended his tripod and set it up before carefully opening his camera case
and selecting a Pentax singleâ€`lens reflex camera body and a 'zoom'
telephoto lens.

'How funny,' said Toby, 'Your camera is exactly the same as the one that
Dad has just bought. He hasn't got any lenses like those though.'

He inspected the contents of the camera case with considerable
interest. 'This lot must have cost a fortune,' he breathed. 'What some
super gear.'

'Yes, it's not bad.' agreed Mark modestly. 'Most of it was
secondâ€`hand when I bought it though and that saves a lot.'

'Even so.'

Mark laughed and screwing the lens onto the camera body he mounted it on
the tripod and swivelled the panningâ€`arm round. After adjusting the
focus, shutter speed and aperture he invited Toby to look through the
viewfinder.

'How amazing,' breathed the youngster, 'It looks as if that branch is only
about two feet away.'

'That's the general idea. This way we won't frighten off any subjects. Now
all we have to do is keep quiet and wait.'

Fortunately their patience was rewarded quite quickly when a couple of
starlings alighted on the very branch that Mark had focussed upon. Moving
the panning arm slightly, to put them into the centre of the frame, Mark
pressed the shutter release cable and there was the distinctive 'thunk' as
the mirror sprang up out of the way and the shutter fired. The birds were
duly captured, only a moment before they flew off, chattering angrily. All
in all the afternoon was highly successful and Mark was particularly
pleased when he spotted and was able to photograph a green woodpecker.

'Well, that's about it.' he said at last. 'I've finished the film and I
don't think I'll start another blackâ€`andâ€`white today.'

'Where do you get your pictures developed?' asked Toby.

'I do them myself. I've got my own darkroom at home.'

'Gosh, have you really?'

'Yes. Listen, I'm planning to develop this film this evening and get it
printed up after lunch tomorrow. You can come over in the afternoon and
watch if you like.'

'Can I really? That would be great!' exclaimed Toby enthusiastically.

As they made their way back to Doctor Green's Lane, Mark explained to his
avid pupil the various steps involved in printing a photograph. They
stopped outside Toby's house.

'Right then. Come over at about 2.30 tomorrow afternoon. You know where we
are, it's Number seventeen.'

'O.K. Thanks a lot Mark.  I'll look forward to it.'

They took their leave of one another and Toby found his father mowing the
front lawn.

'That was young Mark Hales from the Bank, wasn't it?' he called.

'Yes, that's right. We've been to the woods together, taking pictures of
birds.  You should see his gear.  He's got a darkroom too and I'm going to
watch him print up the film he just finished tomorrow afternoon.'

'That sounds fun.' observed his father approvingly and letting in the
clutch on the mower, he continued with his task.

The following afternoon Toby approached the front door of Number 17
Longmeadow and was greeted by a diminutive and highly attractive brunette
in her early twenties.

'Hello,' she said, 'I'm Diane. You must be Toby. Mark's reviewing the film
he took yesterday.  Come on, I'll take you through to see his pride and
joy.'

Toby was led through the house and found that Mark Hales had converted the
whole of the garage into a darkroomâ€`cumâ€`studio.

'Wow!' exclaimed Toby as he looked round. 'This is some setâ€`up.'

'I told you it was his pride and joy.' laughed Diane. 'OK, I'll leave you
two photoâ€`freaks to it. See you later on for a cup of coffee.'

With that she was gone.

'Hello Toby,' said the photographer, 'You've arrived just in time. I've cut
up the film and put it into the contact printer and I think that the
developer and fixer are just about the right temperature, so we can begin.'

Mark consulted the thermometer which was sitting in the dish of developing
fluid and nodded. Putting out the overhead light, he plunged the darkroom
into the semiâ€`darkness of the orange 'safeâ€`lamp', which was
mounted on the wall above the long wide desk.  As their eyes became
accustomed to the gloom, Mark explained that
blackâ€`andâ€`white photographic paper did not respond to the
special light, which meant that they did not have to work in total
darkness. Having got used to it, Toby found that he could, in fact, see
quite clearly.

'What happens first?' he asked.

'What I'm about to do is to make a set of tiny prints of the whole film
that I took yesterday.' replied Mark. 'That makes it easier to see what is
actually worth enlarging to full sized photographs.'

Producing a sheet of paper from the lightâ€`proof drawer under the
desk, he slipped it into the frame of the contact proof printer which was
sitting ready on his enlarging easel. This was duly exposed to the light of
the enlarger lamp for a short period.  The paper was then slid into the
first of the three dishes, containing the developer.

'If you watch carefully for a little while you'll see the image begin to
come up.'  said Mark.

Toby leaned over the dish and observed the blank sheet of paper intently.

'Coo!' he exclaimed suddenly. 'Yes, here it comes. How amazing.'

He watched, fascinated, as a tiny set of blackâ€`andâ€`white
photographs appeared on the paper, as if out of thin air.

'Now it goes through the stop bath to arrest the development and neutralise
the paper,' explained Mark, moving the print into the second dish with his
forceps, 'And then finally into the fixer to fix the image onto the paper
permanently.'

After a couple of minutes in the final bath, Mark announced that they could
have the top light on to get a clear view of the finished article. They
blinked under the brightness like a pair of myopic owls and pulling the
paper out of the dish, Mark threw it into the waiting sink of cold water to
wash off the chemicals. A few moments later he picked it out and dropping
it onto the desk he picked up a magnifying glass and began to study it
carefully.

'Hmm,' he said, 'Not too bad.  I think that there are four, maybe five,
that are really worth enlarging. See if you can spot which ones.'

He handed the glass to Toby who scrutinised the print closely, poring over
the tiny photos, each one hardly bigger than a couple of postage stamps.

'Sorry about the top row,' laughed Mark, 'I took those yesterday morning.'

Running the glass over the five miniatures at the top of the print Toby was
delighted to see that they were all of Diane, wearing nothing but a smile.

'Oh well,' he replied, 'I can see which ones are worth enlarging straight
away.'

'Actually those aren't terribly good,' commented Mark disparagingly, 'But
if you like we might try printing the second from the left if we have time
later on.'

'I'd like that very much.' responded Toby which caused his new friend much
amusement.

'What about the birds of the feathered variety?'

Toby tore his eyes reluctantly from the images of the naked Diane and began
to study the remainder of the little prints. To his satisfaction he was
able to spot three of the negatives that Mark deemed worthy of enlargement
to 8' x 10' prints.  Taking the film carefully out of the contact printer
to load it into the enlarger, the photographer set to work. The teenager
watched attentively as Mark explained the workings of the enlarger and
taught him how to crop a negative to produce a worthwhile print. He was
then shown how to judge the exposure time for the paper and by the end of
the afternoon there were eight large prints washing in the sink, though
only three that Mark professed himself to be truly satisfied with. Going to
the door into the house, he opened it and called out:

'Hey Di, what about that cup of coffee you were talking about?'

'Sure,' came the reply, 'I just put the kettle on as a matter of fact.'

Closing the door again, Mark returned to the enlarger and selected a fresh
strip of negatives.

'Now, as a special treat.' he chuckled and in no time at all a print of his
wife, as naked as a jayâ€`bird, joined the other photographs floating
in the sink of water. As he snapped on the overhead light there was a bang
on the door and Toby opened it to admit Diane who was carrying a tray with
three mugs and a plate of biscuits.

'How's it going, guys?' she asked, setting the tray down on the desk by the
enlarger and moving over to the sink to inspect the afternoon's work.

'Not bad.' replied her husband.

'Hey,' she cried, as she caught sight of the photograph of herself. 'What
are you trying to do?  Pervert this poor innocent boy?'

'What poor innocent boy?' asked Toby, looking round the room vaguely.

Both Mark and Diane burst out laughing. Turning back to the print Diane
studied it more carefully.

'Actually, it's not bad as they go.' she decided. 'I've got quite a nice
expression on my face.'

Toby smothered a laugh and Mark caught sight of the look on his face.

'Somehow,' he commented, 'I don't think that Toby had noticed your face.'

This remark caused Diane to blush slightly and Toby too, for the comment
had not been without justification.  Diane Hales, despite her diminutive
stature, was blessed with a very curvy figure and full breasts.

'Oh you!' she giggled, punching him playfully on the arm. 'Come on, show me
the rest of the stuff.'

Taking the forceps, Mark laid out all the prints for her inspection. They
drank their coffee, ate their biscuits and chatted for a while and Diane
then departed with the tray, leaving Mark to explain further points of
developing technique to his interested pupil; showing him how to 'dodge'
and 'burn-in'- ways of allowing smaller or greater amounts of light to fall
onto certain areas of a print being made from an imperfect negative.

Once they had cleared up the darkroom after the session and Toby was about
to take his leave, Mark reached into a drawer and produced a roll of film.

'Here,' he said, offering it to the youngster. 'It's your turn now. Have a
go at exposing that and when you've finished it you can bring it over and
we'll develop and print it together.'

'Gosh Thanks a million.' breathed Toby and rushed off home to load his
camera.

Over the course of the following weekends, Toby and Mark Hales were to
become firm friends. Toby's knowledge and understanding of photography grew
steadily as he watched Mark at work, both on location and in his darkroom
as he painstakingly produced topâ€`class photographs for a
forthcoming exhibition.

One beautiful warm Sunday late in the Summer term Toby was invited over to
Northolt to spend the day with the Stevensons. Loading his camera with a
fresh film, he took it with him in the hope that he would be able to
persuade Natasha to model for him. As usual, the young people adjourned to
the poolside after lunch and to his delight Toby found Natasha quite happy
to pose. Andrew was extremely interested in Toby's latest acquisition and
the latter was more than pleased to give him a quick lesson in
photography. Later, as Toby sat telling Natasha and Emma about Mark's
darkroom and studio, Andrew circled round the three of them with the
camera, taking pictures like an aceâ€` photographer.

Hey, stop wasting my film.' protested Toby after a while.

'How are you going to get these developed anyway?' asked Andrew. 'They're a
bit rude for the local chemist's shop.'

'I'm going to do them myself in Mark's darkroom.' explained his friend. 'He
won't mind them a bit.'

'Are you sure?' asked Emma.

'Last weekend we spent some time printing up some photographs that he took
of his wife Diane for the exhibition.' replied Toby. 'She was naked in
those, so I don't think that these pictures will bother him any.'

Toby was quite right in his assessment.  Mark was, in fact, highly
intrigued by the film when he took it out of the tank to dry on the
following Friday evening.

'Hello, hello, what have we here?' he chuckled, holding it up.

'Thought perhaps I should pay you back for the ones of Di.' said Toby.

Mark scrutinised the film carefully.

'Who's the girl?' he asked as he looked at the shots of Natasha. 'Somebody
very beautiful, I can see that.'

'It's Natasha Stevenson.' answered Toby and then told Mark something of the
Stevenson family and his friendship with them.

'I imagine the other one is Andrew's girlfriend then.' deduced Mark as he
looked at the later negatives.

'That's right.  Andrew took that lot.'

'How super that you all go naked so casually.' commented Mark enviously.

'Yes, it's terrific,' agreed Toby, 'Though to be honest I take it a bit for
granted these days.

'You blasé young man!' laughed Mark. 'Well, these should be fun to
print up anyway. Come over and we'll do them tomorrow afternoon.'

After lunch on Saturday, Toby pedalled down to Longmeadow to find that Mark
had already prepared the darkroom for the printing session and was on the
point of making a contact print of the negatives.

'Hello Toby, I've been getting ahead a bit.' he said keenly.

'So I can see.' laughed the youth as Mark adjusted the enlarger.

'I think that the best ones of Natasha are both in the second row. The
third from the left is quite a nice study actually.'

'Uh huh.' Toby looked at the tiny print with interest.

Mark quickly transferred the strip of negatives to the enlarger and turned
out the top light.  The print was soon made and fixed and the light was
turned back on to inspect the result.

'I thought so!' breathed Mark. 'She really is the most heavenly-looking
creature that I've ever set eyes on.'

'She is lovely, isn't she.' agreed Toby looking at the photograph of
Natasha fondly.

'She's better than lovely.' responded Mark. 'And she's so photogenic
too. Absolutely natural â€` not a trace of selfâ€`consciousness
about her. Look at that face, it's marvellous. Eyes, nose, mouth, chin, all
faultless. Very high cheekbones too. See?' he pointed with his print
forceps.

'Oh yes.' agreed Toby. 'She's very beautiful, there's no doubt about that.'

'She looks Scandinavian.  Is she?'

'I don't think so.  Both of her parents are English as far as I know.'

'I'm sure that there must be Swedish or Norwegian blood somewhere amongst
her ancestry.'  insisted Mark.

'I'll ask.' chuckled Toby.

'She really is an absolute doll.' enthused his new friend, poring over the
print. 'Look at that body. It's perfect from head to toe, not an ounce of
spare flesh anywhere. She has superb posture too. Is she a dancer? Ballet
perhaps?'

'No, but she's a keen gymnast.' replied Toby. 'She swims a lot too.'

'That would explain it. She does look fit. An incredible combination of
wholesome and clean and innocent and sexy all at the same time.'

'Oh yes, she's all of those.' chuckled Toby, amused by Mark's
enthusiasm. 'Especially the last.'

'I thought you told me she wasn't your girlfriend?' responded Mark
immediately.

'No, she isn't worse luck, but even so I know her pretty well.'

He assumed a sphinxâ€`like countenance and Mark roared with laughter.

'Lucky you!' he exclaimed, clapping the youngster on the back.

'Let's print up another one.' said Toby, turning back to the contact
print. 'Try number 25.  It's one that Andrew took of the three of us.'

'All right.' agreed the photographer and loaded the negative strip into the
enlarger. He turned off the overhead light and projected the image onto the
enlarger easel. 'Hmm, it's in need of a bit of attention,' he commented,
'See what you can do with it.'

Andrew had actually been a little too far away from his subjects and Toby
had already noticed, from the contact print, that the negative was about a
stop underâ€`exposed. Adjusting the enlarger, he cropped the surplus
areas away before adjusting the focus and aperture.

'That's about the best I can do I think.' he said at last.

'It's a lot better,' agreed Mark, looking at it critically, 'But I would
have placed the main subject just a little more centrally.'

He made a small adjustment to the easel.

'OK.' said Toby. 'Let's print it up then. How long should I give it? I can
still never work that out.'

'Only experience will help you with that.' laughed Mark. 'Try giving it
nineteen and a half.'

Toby placed a piece of paper into the easel and exposed it for the
suggested time. He then passed it through the developer and stop dishes.  A
while later he took the finished print from the fixer bath and dumped it
unceremoniously into the sink to wash.

'Let's have a look at it.' he said and turned on the top light. Mark took
the print from the water and placed it on the desk. 'You did a pretty good
job on tidying it up.' he observed.  'If it had been printed commercially
it wouldn't have been worth a second glance. You were right about the
negative being slightly underâ€`exposed, but in this case that isn't
a crime, because it has had the effect of deepening your suntans. That's
one thing I particularly like about you all. No white patches.'

'Comes from always sunbathing naked.' laughed Toby.

'One criticism of the cameraman. He should have taken this shot from a much
lower angle.  It would have worked a lot better.'

'Really?'

'Yes, the background that he picked up is messy and distracting. If he'd
been lower he would probably have missed out the table and chairs
completely.'

'I see what you mean.' said Toby, looking at the print thoughtfully.

'It's nice of you and the girls though. Very natural and unposed. My God,
Emma's stunning too, isn't she?'

'Oh yes. They're altogether a marvellous pair.' replied Toby.

'They certainly are,' quipped Mark, 'I've seldom seen nicer ones.'

'Oh you clot.' laughed Toby. 'I meant Emma and Natasha, not Emma's
breasts.'

'Right,' chuckled his photographer friend, 'Which next?'

'How about number 15?'

'Number 15 it is.'

By the end of the afternoon they had made up ten prints and Toby had
learned a lot.

'I'll never be able to thank you enough, Mark.' he said as they began to
tidy up companionably.

'Oh don't mention it.  It made a nice change from doing my own work.'

'Can I give you something for the paper and everything?'

'No certainly not. I won't hear of it.'

'I really can't thank you enough.' said the youngster gratefully.

Toby looked again at the work that they had done and when he came to one
particular enlargement that they had made of Emma, he was reminded of
something that he had been meaning to ask Mark about. He resolved to do so
at once so he took a deep breath and dived in.

'Mark, do you know anything about the pill?' he asked.

'You mean the birth control pill, I imagine.' chuckled Mark.

'Yes, that's right.'

'Not a lot really, except that it doesn't suit Di.'

'Doesn't it?'

'No, it's useless. It gives her a vaginal infection called 'thrush' which
makes loveâ€`making impossible because it simply makes it painful.'

'Oh dear.' said Toby. 'How awful.'

'It was,' agreed Mark. 'It took the edge off our honeymoon a bit, I can
tell you.'

'What a shame.'

Mark grinned.  'Fortunately we weren't exactly virgins by the time we got
married so it didn't matter that much. We made up for it later on too.'

'Ah well,' Toby sighed, 'So much for that idea.'

'What's all this about may one ask?' enquired Mark.

'Well it's like this.' began Toby. 'Last year I discovered some Durex in
the toilet at a petrol station miles from here and bought a couple of
packets.'

'Did you?' laughed Mark. 'I didn't know they sold them in petrol stations.'

'That's the thing,' sighed Toby mournfully, 'They don't generally.  I've
looked just about everywhere around here since then, with no luck at all.'

'What's this got to do with the pill?'

'Well, last summer Andrew and Emma made love for the first time, using one
of the contraceptives I'd bought and later on they used the only other one
I had left.'

'What happened to the rest of them?' asked Mark teasingly.

Toby blushed.

'Yes, they are quite good for that.' laughed his new friend, amused by the
youngster's discomfort. 'I've used them that way myself too.'

Toby grinned.  'After they ran out Andrew and Emma started taking risks.'
he continued.

'Oh no, you don't mean 'being careful drivers'!' exclaimed Mark.

'Sorry?'

'Definition of a careful driver,' explained Mark, 'Is one who pulls out to
avoid a child.'

'Very good.' chuckled Toby. 'I'll tell them that. It's exactly what they
were doing to be honest, but on Boxing Day last year they didn't.'

'Didn't what?'

'Emma went over to Northolt and stayed over night. It was then that they
made love for the first time with her on top instead of underneath. For the
first time ever, she knew that she was going to come just from doing it,
instead of having Andrew rub her before or afterwards. The only trouble was
that when she did come, so did Andrew and because he was underneath her he
couldn't pull out and all his sperm went right up inside her.'

'Oh my Lord.'

'Her period was almost two weeks late and they both nearly died from the
worry of it.  They haven't dared make love since then.'

'Oh what a shame.'

'The daft thing about it to my mind is that Andrew could easily get birth
control from his parents.' said Toby.

'Why doesn't he then?'

'Because Emma won't let him. You see she's only sixteen and she's petrified
that if Andrew's parents know they're making love, then her parents might
find out too. She says her mother would kill her and her father would
probably kill Andrew as well.'

'Don't they like him then?'

'Oh yes, I think so, but it's a bit more complicated than that. You see
Emma's older sister Caroline got herself pregnant in February.'

'I take it she isn't married.'

'That's right.  As if that isn't bad enough, the father of the child jolly
well is.'

'Jesus I can quite see why Emma wants to stay out of trouble in the
circumstances.  What's happening to Caroline by the way?'

'The baby's due at the end of this year. I think she's going to keep it.'

'What are her parents being like these days?'

'Terrific now, though I gather that they were pretty dreadful when she had
to tell them about it.'

'I'm afraid it's not an unusual sort of reaction.' sighed Mark.

'No, I guess not.' agreed Toby.

'How did Caroline manage to get pregnant? Was it a mistake?'

'No, the silly idiots never used anything. Her boyfriend said that he
didn't like Durex you see and she wasn't on the pill.'

'He sounds like a selfish sort of pig.' observed Mark.

'I think he is. Caroline hasn't seen hide nor hair of him since she told
him she was pregnant.'

'Typical.  Well I can quite see why Emma wants to go onto the pill in the
circumstances.'

'Well she doesn't really. She and Andrew were quite happy using Durex, but
we can't seem to get hold of any more. None of us have got the nerve to go
into the chemist's and ask for them. Not even Natasha and she'll usually do
anything.'

'Oh, well for heaven's sake.' laughed Mark. 'If it's Durex you want then
there's no problem whatsoever. That's what Di and I use and I buy them in
bulk through mail order.  They're much cheaper that way. I can let you have
as many as you want.'

'Wow, can you really?' exclaimed Toby enthusiastically. 'That would be
simply marvellous. Andrew and Emma will be thrilled to bits.'

'I'll give you some before you go.' said Mark.  'Hang on a second, I'll get
them before we forget.'

'Oh great!' exclaimed Toby, his eyes sparkling.

Mark disappeared upstairs and returned a short time afterwards bearing two
large handfuls of condoms.

'Will this be enough to be going on with?' he asked.

'Golly, there must be a couple of dozen there. That's loads.' replied the
youngster gratefully.

'I'll put them into an old photographic paper box for you.' suggested Mark.
'They'll arouse less suspicion at home that way.'

'Thanks very much, that's a super idea.'

'Now look.' said Mark seriously as he came out of the darkroom with a
suitable box.  'You be sure to keep Andrew and Emma well supplied, do you
hear? When you run out you can have some more. Ask in good time too so that
they don't go taking any more risks.'

'Listen, how much do we owe you for these?' asked Toby.

'Don't be silly. I won't take anything.  I understand their circumstances
completely and as far as I'm concerned it's a jolly good cause.'

'Fantastic! You're a real pal, Mark.'

Tucking the box under his arm, Toby took his leave, highly delighted by his
successful visit.

The following Monday morning he spent the greater part of break looking for
Andrew and finally found him in a quiet corner of the library.

'Hello,' he whispered, 'I've been looking everywhere for you.'

'I'm just finishing some prep. that I should have done over the weekend.'

'Oh, I see.  I had a great weekend. On Saturday afternoon Mark and I
developed those photographs that you and I took by the pool.

'Are they any good?'

'Yes, not bad at all.'

'Can I see?'

'No, I haven't got them here. You know that I promised Emma and Natty that
I wouldn't bring them in to school.'

'Oh yes, so you did.'

'You'll have to wait 'til next time I come over.  I'll bring them with me
then.'

'OK.'

'Let's get out of here.' hissed Toby and after Andrew packed up his books,
they left.

'Listen, I've got something for you and my special friend Emma.' said Toby
and reaching into his trouser pocket he fished out a contraceptive and
slipped it into the pocket of Andrew's jacket. Andrew put his hand in and
his eyes widened.

'Oh My God! Is that what I think it is?' he gasped.

'It certainly is and I've got as many more as you can use.'

'Wow!' for a few moments Andrew was speechless with delight. 'Oh Toby,' he
whispered, 'You actually got them specially for me and Emma, didn't you?'

'Yes, I did as a matter of fact.' replied Toby, feeling slightly
uncomfortable at the look of gratitude that Andrew was giving him.

'Oh! You superâ€`hero, Toby Adamson.' cried Andrew. 'Oh, I can't
begin to tell you how thrilled I am.  Emma will go mad when I tell her.'

Toby was taken aback by the intensity of his friend's reaction.

'I had no idea you'd be that pleased.' he commented.

'Oh, to be able to make love again.' sighed Andrew, a farâ€`away look
in his eyes.  Oh Toby, I never imagined that I could possibly adore someone
as much as I do my darling Emma.  My entire life revolves round her.'

'How I envy you.' sighed Toby sadly. 'I'd give anything to have a
relationship like that with Natasha. I love her so much you know.'

'I know.' acknowledged Andrew, looking at him seriously. 'Both Emma and I
hope that one day she'll realise it and feel the same about you as you do
about her. I'm sure she will.'

Toby shrugged his shoulders hopelessly and smiled wanly. At that moment the
bell rang, precluding any further conversation, and the boys hurried off to
their classes.  After lunch Andrew wanted to be told all about how Toby had
come to lay his hands on the contraceptives and the latter gave an account
of the previous day's conversation with Mark.

'He sounds like an absolutely smashing bloke.' concluded Andrew.

'Oh yes, he is. Di's lovely too. I like them a lot.'

'And you're quite sure that he won't let us pay him for what you've had?'

'Absolutely sure. He won't take a penny.  I'm hoping that I might be able
to persuade him to take something when you need more though.'

'I'm with you on that.' agreed Andrew. 'It's only fair after all.'

'When will you be seeing Emma again?'

'Not until Friday I'm afraid, but I'm going to 'phone her tonight with the
news. She will be so pleased you know.  I can't tell you how much we've
both missed making love properly. Petting is gorgeous of course, but when
you really love each other like we do, joining your bodies together in such
a special way means everything. That time when Emma came with me inside her
I thought I was going to die with happiness.'

'Oh stop it!' groaned Toby. 'I'm getting all hot and bothered.'

'Sorry.' replied Andrew contritely. 'Actually I've made myself feel exactly
the same way.'

That evening Andrew had a torrid conversation on the 'phone with Emma who
was, as he predicted, absolutely delighted by Toby's acquisition.  Andrew
was on the extension in his parents' bedroom and he got so turned on as
Emma whispered about what they were going to do to one another the
following weekend that he unzipped his jeans and began to masturbate.  When
he told Emma what he was doing she instantly said that she would take her
panties off, go to her own parents' bedroom and ring him back.  She did so
at once and the lovers then pleasured themselves to orgasm while telling
each other in graphic detail how they were feeling.  ***

On Saturday morning Andrew and Toby met on the way to morning chapel.

'Hello 'ello.' laughed Toby. 'You look knackered. Did you have a good night
by any chance?'

'I am knackered.' admitted Andrew with a happy grin. 'We spent the whole
night making love.  It was absolutely wonderful. Emma says I'm to give you
a kiss.'

'I think I'll wait and get it from her personally thank you very much.'
laughed Toby, fending off his friend who had puckered his lips and was
bearing down on him.

'Please yourself.' chuckled Andrew. 'I say, I hope you've got some more
condoms on you.  I'm afraid we used four last night.'

'Four?'

'Yup. And every time we did it Emma came just from being on top. She's
absolutely amazing.'

'Gosh, isn't she.' sighed Toby enviously.

The boys met again at morning break and Toby gave Andrew a further supply
of contraceptives which he was keeping in an envelope locked away in his
kit bag.

'I say Toby, how are you getting home at lunchtime?' asked his friend as he
gratefully pocketed the fresh supply of Durex.

'On the train and then Dad's picking me up at the other end as usual. Why
do you want to know?'

'Mum and Dad and Nat have gone off for the day and I've got to make my own
way home.  If I come with you on the train, do you think we could talk your
Dad into running me out to Northolt?'

'Oh yes, I would have thought so.'

'Actually, you can come over for lunch if you like. It'll only be
sandwiches but knowing Mummy there's bound to be plenty to spare.'  ' I'd
like that a lot. I hadn't got anything planned.'

'Fine. In that case I'll see you outside the Physics lab, after my last
lesson. OK?'

'Sure thing.'

At the end of the morning the two met up as planned and strolled
companionably to the station.

'This is quite like old times.' commented Andrew. 'Do you know that it's
been almost a year since I last travelled home on the train?'

'Yes I know and I still miss you. About the only good thing is that I get a
lot more prep.  done than I used to.'

'Have you found anybody else to nip along to the toilet with?'

'No, not really. Everybody on the train these days seems to be either a lot
older or a lot younger.  I did teach little Hooper how to wank last autumn,
but somehow it always made me feel guilty when we did it together, so I
stopped it after a week or two.'

'How odd. I never feel the slightest bit guilty after sex. Not even after
doing it with Natasha.'

'I beg your pardon?' cried Toby. 'Doing what with Natasha?'

'Oh hell!' exclaimed Andrew in horror. 'Forget I said that.'

'What do you mean 'forget I said that'?' demanded Toby, well and truly
intrigued by his friend's careless remark.

Andrew sighed heavily.

'Look, promise me you'll never let her know I told you.'

'Of course I won't. What do you take me for?'

'Well, if you must know, Natasha and I make each other come.'

'I knew Natasha did it to you, but I never knew you did it to her as well.'
remarked Toby, fascinated.

'How did you know that?' asked Andrew in surprise. 'I'm sure I never told
you.'

It was Toby's turn to look embarrassed.

'Natasha told me.'

'Did she? When was that?'

'Umm. Sorry .... I can't tell you that. I promised I wouldn't.'

'Oh wait a minute,' laughed Andrew, 'I know when it was. It was the night
that Natty and Emma punished you for spying on them.'

'Natty never told you about that!' exclaimed Toby.

'No, of course not.  Emma did. She told me that Natty had sworn you to
secrecy.'

Toby looked at him sheepishly.

'It was the most terrific night.' he said. 'It killed me not to be able to
tell you about it afterwards. Somehow when Natty tells me not to do
something well .... I don't dare disobey her.'

'Same here.' laughed Andrew. 'She has that effect on most people.'

'Do you and Natasha do it to each other very often?' asked Toby.

'Not as much as we did when we first started it last summer. It depends on
how we're feeling. Maybe two or three nights a week these days I
suppose. Mind you, even if we don't do it to each other we always
masturbate together at bed time these days.  We have done pretty much since
we moved to Northolt.'

'What, you mean you don't do it on your own?'

'In the mornings and at other times of the day, but never at night.'

'How incredible.' muttered Toby.

'It's marvellous. Natty's just about as highly sexed as I am.  Maybe even
more so to tell the truth.'

'Wow!'

'Did you know that she and Emma make love with each other?'

'Oh my God.' Toby's mouth hung open.

'Mmm and I really mean 'make love' too. They don't just bring each other
off, they french kiss and caress each other's bodies and everything.'

'Jesus H. Christ' gasped Toby. He licked his lips and ran his hand over the
front of his trousers which were bulging very obviously.

Andrew laughed and easing down his zip a fraction he slipped one finger
inside his fly.

'It makes me feel like that too actually.'

'Have you ever seen them do it?'

'No, Emma's shy about it. Natty isn't though. She tells me about their last
session when we're masturbating together and in return I tell her what Emma
and I got up to together. Our orgasms are always best on a Monday night.'

'What a scream.' laughed Toby.


Charles Adamson was waiting in the car outside the station entrance and was
perfectly happy to run the youngsters to Northolt.

'Should I stop at home for a change of clothes?' asked Toby.

'We'll probably spend the afternoon beside the pool.' replied Andrew and
you can always borrow a pair of my jeans and a shirt if you want to.'

'In that case,' decided Charles, 'I can drive straight along the main
road.'

When they reached Northolt Andrew led the way straight through to his
bedroom.

'Sorry it's a bit of a mess,' he apologised, 'I got up rather late this
morning.'

The curtains were still pulled and the bed was in considerable disarray.

'So I can see.' laughed Toby.

'Do you fancy a swim before we check out the 'fridge?'

'That sounds good to me.'

They started to undress.

'I guess Emma must be out by the pool.' concluded Andrew, as there was no
sign of his girlfriend anywhere.

'Oh, I didn't realise she was still here.'

'She's staying until Monday morning and then she'll go straight to school
with Natasha.  That way we get three whole nights together.'

'You lucky sod.' muttered Toby enviously. 'You know this room absolutely
reeks of sex.'

'I hope Mummy didn't look in before she left.' laughed Andrew. 'Perhaps I'd
better open the windows.'

Toby sat down on the bed and took off the remains of his clothing.

'I can smell Emma's perfume.' he said and leaning over he buried his nose
in the pillows.  'Mmm, it's lovely.'

'Oh Toby, you're going hard.' observed Andrew.

'It was the thought of what you two got up to last night in this very
spot.' sighed Toby.  'And anyway, I've been feeling so randy ever since you
told me about what Emma gets up to with Natasha while we were on the
train.'

Andrew reached into his bedside cabinet and produced his bottle of oil.

'Here, let me fix that for you.' he offered.

Toby lay out on the bed and happily allowed Andrew to anoint him with the
slippery liquid.  Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the delicious
sensations induced by the slow regular motion of Andrew's hand on his
engorged appendage.

'Oh Andrew you're so very lucky.' he murmured. 'She's such a beautiful girl
and such a nice girl too. Oh, so soft .... oh so sexy .... mmm .... Emma.'

Just at that moment the young lady in question, who had returned to the
house to get a tissue, put her head round the door of Andrew's bedroom on
hearing her name mentioned.  She was about to speak when Andrew put his
finger to his lips and then motioned her into the room. Clapping her hand
over her mouth to stifle a giggle when she realised what was going on, she
moved over to the bed. She and Andrew exchanged a passionate
openâ€`mouthed kiss.  Meanwhile, his eyes tightly shut, Toby was in a
fantasy world, completely unaware of the third presence in the room.

'The thought of you two making love last night.' he sighed as Andrew
continued to slide his hand slowly up and down. 'Five times.  Emma lying on
top of you, you deep inside her body.'

'The feel of her body against mine, the smell of her perfume.' added Andrew
helpfully.

'Oh yes, the smell of her perfume. You know I can smell it now. It's more
powerful than ever.'

Andrew and Emma looked at each other and winked.

'Her body against yours.' repeated Toby. 'Those fabulous kissable
breasts. The nicest breasts I've ever seen. Delicious.  So big and firm and
those beautiful nipples.'

A huge smile spread slowly across Emma's face and leaning over Andrew, she
picked up the bottle of oil and spread some onto her hands. Putting them
above Andrew's, she began to follow his rhythm on Toby's phallus. A look of
understanding flitted between the lovers. As Andrew's hand slid down Toby's
shaft, Emma's followed it, so smoothly that Toby noticed nothing.  Andrew
released his gentle hold and sat back.

'She moves so beautifully.' he said, continuing to help his friend with his
fantasy.  'You thrust up to meet her. Can you feel her pussy round your
peen? It's so hot and so wet. So wet and so sexy.'

'Oh yessss.'  moaned Toby, thrusting upwards against Emma's hand.

'She whispers to you.' said Andrew softly, sliding his hand between Emma's
thighs and finding moistness there. He began to caress her and she shivered
involuntarily.

'What does she whisper?' asked Toby pleadingly.

'Oh darling, you feel so good inside me. You fill me right up.  Oh darling,
I think I'm going to come.' sighed Andrew and Emma shuddered.

'Oh Emma, I'm going to come too!' cried Toby and as he did so a heavy
stream of semen spurted from him and formed a pool on his belly.

'Oh Emma,' he panted, 'Oh Emma, oh lovely lovely Emma.'

Slowly he relaxed and then, as the sensations ebbed away he opened his
eyes.

'Jesus Christ!  Emma!' he squawked in absolute horror when he saw her.  He
blushed from head to toe.

Emma leaned forward and kissed him softly.

'Oh God.' gurgled Toby, covering his face with his hands. 'Let me
die. Please let me die.'

'Don't die Toby darling.' responded Emma gently. 'It was a lovely
fantasy. I enjoyed it too. I almost came when you did as a matter of fact.'

'Did you really?' asked Toby, opening two fingers and peeking out from
between them.

As they were speaking Andrew had taken a contraceptive from the drawer
beside the bed and had put it on. He nudged Emma and she looked round at
him. Catching sight of his rubber covered penis she let out a little gasp
and looked from him to Toby and back again. Without a word Andrew lay on
the bed and also without a word Emma straddled him, slipped his penis
inside her and they began to make love urgently.

'I'm dreaming.' muttered Toby to himself. The whole thing's a dream.'

'No you aren't!' cried Emma. 'It's real and it feels wonderful.'

'Oh.' said Toby rapidly going hard again as he watched them in action. 'Oh,
it looks so good.'

'It is so good.' gasped Andrew. 'Rub your peen, Toby, let's see if we can
all come together.'

Toby needed no further encouragement and began to caress himself as he
watched the beautiful and uninhibited young couple in full flow. After a
while he noticed Emma's movements becoming jerky and uncontrolled. She was
panting frantically and smothering Andrew with kisses.

'Are you near?' her lover whispered.

'VERY near.' she gasped.

'Say when.' chuckled Toby and began to rub rapidly.

Less than a minute later Emma let out a high shrill scream.  'When!'

'Oh Emma.' cried Andrew as he too climaxed strongly.

'Oh yes.' moaned Toby, spurting anew.

Emma began to laugh and soon the three of them were in fits of giggles.

'Oh, that was both beautiful and hilarious all at the same time.' gasped
Emma helplessly.  'I shall never forget it as long as I live.'

She and Andrew disengaged gently and while he went through to the bathroom
she rolled over and embraced Toby joyously,

'There's never a dull moment at Northolt, is there?' he laughed.

'There certainly isn't.' she agreed wholeheartedly.

'Hey you sexâ€`maniacs, leave each other alone,' cried Andrew
cheerfully as he returned from his disposal job. 'If you'll kindly stop
trying to seduce my girlfriend, Toby, we can go for a swim.'

'Just one more little kiss,' pleaded Toby jokingly and was rewarded
instantly by a highly arousing frenchâ€`kiss from Emma before she
jumped off the bed and made for the bathroom.

'What a girl.' whispered Toby with feeling.

'Aren't I lucky?' responded Andrew.

When Emma reâ€`emerged she suggested that they should tidy the
bedroom a little and they duly did so, opening the windows wide to let in
some fresh air, before bouncing happily out to the pool. Holding hands they
jumped into the water together, causing an enormous splash.

'Whee,' cried Emma as she surfaced, 'Isn't life wonderful.'

Suitably refreshed the threesome realised that they were absolutely
ravenous, so promptly carried out a raid on the refrigerator and returned
to the poolside bearing plates of sandwiches, three glasses and a bottle of
white wine.

'God, I'm simply famished.' declared Andrew, biting into a sandwich
containing an enormous chunk of chicken.

'Me too.' said Emma. 'All this sex gives me such an appetite.'

'Did you have fun with my twin this morning?' asked Andrew innocently and
Toby spluttered into his wine glass and began to cough. Emma, looking from
one to the other, realised that Toby had choked because he had understood
the true significance of the question.

'Oh Andrew, you told him. You beast.' she exclaimed, colour spreading
quickly into her face.

'Don't mind about Toby,' responded her boyfriend easily, 'He thinks it's
great that you and Natty have it off.'

Emma looked absolutely appalled as he uttered the words and Toby smiled at
her sympathetically.

'Natty and I decided a long time ago that he actually enjoys embarrassing
people.' he said.  'You'll have to try to ignore him. Did you know that
after he taught me how to come he went and told his mother all about it.  I
was there while he did it, too.'

'He's awful.' declared Emma.

'Oh fiddlesticks.' chuckled Andrew, totally unabashed. 'I've never been
able to fathom out what it is you two find embarrassing about something so
perfectly normal.'

'What can we do with him?' Emma appealed to Toby.

'I've never found anything effective I'm afraid.' he returned. 'I guess we
could always drown him. That should shut him up OK.'

'It's a bit final though.' decided Emma after due consideration of the
suggestion.'

'How about holding him down and pouring quickâ€`drying cement into
his mouth?'

'Hmm, that's not a bad idea,' mused Emma, 'Except that he does awfully nice
things to me with his mouth. I think I'd miss it too much.'

'In that case I guess we shall simply have to put up with him just as he
is.'

Andrew had been following their banter with great amusement.

'I'm glad to hear it,' he chuckled, 'I can't say I fancy either of your
ideas much.  Drowning might hurt and I've never been able to stand the
taste of quickâ€`drying cement.  I suppose it might be OK. if they
could do it in strawberry flavour though.' he smacked his lips approvingly.

Emma and Toby roared with laughter.

'He does make us laugh occasionally.' conceded Toby.

'Yes, he can be an amusing little fellow.' agreed Emma, looking at her
lover fondly.

Andrew lunged at her and she screamed.

'You didn't answer my question, wench.' he cried. 'Did you, or did you not
spend the morning doing all manner of wicked and unmentionable things with
my sister?'

'What's it to you, buster?' asked Emma belligerently, struggling to free
herself from his grip.

'Just like to know what you get up to when I'm not around to keep an eye on
you.'

'It's none of your business.' she responded with acerbity and then screamed
again as Andrew picked her up and carried her to the edge of the pool.

'Tell all, or in you go.' he threatened.

'Put me down, you bully!' she cried.

'Certainly,' replied Andrew, holding her over the water, 'Are you ready?'

'Stop!'  screamed Emma. 'If you drop me in that water I swear that I'll
never ever make love with you again.'

'Bloody hell!' exclaimed Andrew and stepped back smartly from the edge of
the pool.  Reverently he lowered her to the ground.

Toby, watching on the sidelines, was weak with laughter.

'Oh well done Emma,' he gurgled, 'You've found his weak spot at last. You
won't have any more trouble with him now you clever girl.'

Emma, drawing herself up to her full height, sniffed haughtily and sitting
back down she calmly resumed her interrupted lunch.

'Phew, that was a close thing you know,' Andrew told Toby in a stage
whisper, 'I almost let go of her.'

'I think you'd have regretted that.' observed Toby drily.

'Wow, I'll say.  If my favourite farmer's daughter went and cut off my
supply of oats I think I'd jolly well go and drown myself, regardless of
the inconvenience.'

This remark caused Emma's air of hauteur to slip as she dissolved into a
fit of undignified giggles.

'Dear, oh dear,' she gasped, 'That's all I am to you Stevensons, a purveyor
of oats.'

'Oats of the finest kind.' allowed Andrew generously.

'Do you supply oats to all the Stevensons?' Toby asked curiously.

'No, only to the younger ones.' laughed Emma.

'Ahah!  Got you.'  cried Andrew.

'Sorry Em.' laughed Toby guiltily.

Emma shrugged philosophically. 'I fell right into that one, didn't I?
Never mind though. He'd only have gone on and on at me for the rest of the
day until I told him.' she looked at Andrew and sighed heavily. 'In answer
to your question, yes, I did all manner of wicked and unmentionable things
with Natasha this morning.'

'Care to mention a few?' invited Andrew hopefully.

'No thank you.'

'Oh go on Emma.' encouraged Toby.

'I'll tell you Toby.' she said sweetly and leaning over she whispered into
his ear.

'You didn't!'  gasped Toby after a while.

Emma whispered some more.

' No!'  exclaimed Toby, looking quite shocked.

'And,' added Emma out loud and then whispered something further.

'Goodness me.' laughed Toby. 'With a hairbrush?'

'Hey!' protested Andrew. 'Now this simply isn't fair. What did she say?'

'She already told you. It's none of your business.' replied Toby and
refused to be drawn.

When Natasha and her parents returned to Northolt in the late afternoon
they found the three young people still lazing naked by the swimming pool.

'Hi Natty, what's new?' called Andrew as she opened the poolside door.

'I got a lovely new dress from 'Roundabout'.' she replied as she came
towards the little group. 'Hello Toby, I didn't know you were coming over.'
she leant down and kissed him on the cheek.

'Hi Natty,' he responded, reaching up and stroking her hair lovingly, 'I
didn't know either 'til break this morning.'

'What's the dress like?' asked Emma.

'It's plain white with long sleeves and a zip up the front.' replied
Natasha.  'It's awfully short but it comes with a pair of matching
knickers. It's in a silky sort of material.'

The two girls went off armâ€`inâ€`arm to look at it, leaving
the boys beside the pool.

'They really are a gorgeous pair of females.' commented Toby as he watched
them go through the door together.

'They are, it's true.' agreed Andrew, 'It's funny though, Natty is still as
flat as an ironing board.'

'You're very rude about her,' said Toby loyally, 'I think she's beautiful.'

'Oh she is,' agreed Andrew, 'But a bit more upâ€`top wouldn't hurt,
would it?'

'She could be just a little more like Emma there.' conceded Toby.

'That was funny when you were going on about Emma's breasts this morning.'
remembered Andrew. 'You should have seen her face. She was delighted. I'm
sure it was what made her decide she wanted to bring you off.'

'I only wish I'd realised that she was doing it.' sighed Toby. 'It was a
bit of a waste really.'

'I suppose it was.' chuckled his friend. 'I say, what did she tell you
about what she got up to with Natty? What was that about a hairbrush?'

'Oh, nothing at all actually. We were playing a joke on you.'

'You weren't?'

'Afraid so.  All she actually said was that I should make shocked noises
and after a bit she told me to say 'with a hairbrush?' and laugh.'

'You rotters!'  exclaimed Andrew. 'You really had me fooled. I've been
wondering about it ever since.'

'I'm curious to know what they might do with a hairbrush.' mused Toby.

'Have you ever noticed the handle on Natty's?' asked Andrew with a
chuckle. 'It's sort of shaped like a ....'

'Oooh.' Toby's eyes widened.

'Come on,' laughed Andrew as the inevitable began to happen, 'You'd better
get that into some nice cool water before the girls get back.'

'Yes, I suppose I'd better.'

Both boys were in the pool by the time that Emma and Natasha returned to
the patio. The latter had tied back her hair into a pony tail and shed her
clothes.

'I thought you were going to model the new outfit for us.' called Andrew
from the deep end.

'Later.' replied Natasha. 'I fancy a swim first.'

Skipping down to Andrew's end, she paused for a moment before diving
gracefully into the water and covering the entire length beneath the
surface, emerging beside Toby at the shallows.

'Mummy wants to know if you'd like to stay for supper. We're going to do a
barâ€`bâ€`que and there's plenty of meat because we just bought
some.'

'Oh super,' responded Toby enthusiastically, 'I'd love to stay.  I'll
'phone home and make sure it's O.K. when we get out of the water.'

A little while later he padded across the courtyard and asked if he could
use the 'phone.

'Of course you can Toby.' said Jackie, who was busy in the kitchen. Toby
rang his parents, who were quite happy with the arrangements and Charles
agreed to drive over later in the evening to pick him up. His 'phone call
over, the tall skinny boy, still naked after his last swim, looked round
the kitchen.

'Is there anything I can do to help?' he enquired.

'No, not really,' answered Jackie, 'But thanks for the offer. When you go
back to the pool you can tell Andrew to start thinking about lighting the
barâ€`bâ€`que in the next halfâ€`hour or so.  Do you
think it's going to be warm enough to eat outside?'

'Oh yes, I reckon so.'

'OK, in that case perhaps the two of you would move the big table under the
bamboo so that it won't feel too damp later on.'

'Right you are.' agreed Toby and returned to the pool to relay the message
and carry out his instructions.

The evening passed by quickly and Natasha made a great hit with her new
outfit.

'Now you don't feel it's a bit too short?' she asked Toby anxiously.

'I think it's dreadfully short,' he laughed, 'That's the best thing about
it.'

'Are you going to wear it to Joanie Young's party?' asked Emma.

'I hadn't thought of it. Do you think I dare?'

'Oh yes, I would if I were you. You'll drive all the males crazy!'

'Have you had an invitation Toby?' asked Andrew.

'No, I don't think I know her.'

'I suppose you wouldn't, now I come to think of it.'

'She's looking for boys to make up numbers.' said Natasha. 'You could be my
escort if you like.'

'Oh super!' exclaimed Toby. 'When is it?'

'The second Saturday after we break up.' replied Andrew.

'Oh damn.' cried Toby and looked thoroughly dejected. 'That's the day we
leave for Canada.

'So it is.' nodded Andrew.

'That's such a shame.' sighed Natasha.

'Never mind,' said Emma encouragingly, 'There's bound to be something else
on after you get back.'

'You'll be able to impress everybody with your Canadian accent.' chuckled
Andrew.

'Gee, well ah'll sure try.' drawled Toby, much to the amusement of all.


A while after Toby was collected by his father, Andrew and the two girls
made their way to bed.  They were sharing the bathroom happily when Emma
suddenly said: ' You know I'm very fond of Toby.'

'What made you say that?' asked Andrew.

'Nothing exactly. I was just thinking about him, that's all.'

'He's a good bloke.' agreed Andrew. 'I certainly couldn't ask for a better
friend.'

'We owe him quite a lot, don't we?' giggled Emma.

'Well, if it wasn't for Toby last year we'd probably still be virgins and
if it wasn't for him this year we'd certainly still be frustrated lovers.'

'We aren't frustrated now though, are we honeykins?' purred Emma, rubbing
herself against Andrew's bottom as he bent over the basin to brush his
teeth.

'You lucky things!' exclaimed Natasha enviously.

Andrew and Emma looked at her in surprise.

'Loving each other the way you do.' explained the pretty blonde in answer
to their unspoken question.

'You'll find somebody to love, Natty.' said Emma.

'And if you can't there's always Toby.' laughed Andrew. 'You know he
worships the ground you walk on.'

'Poor Toby,' sighed Natasha, 'I only wish I could manage to love him back,
he's so sweet, isn't he?'

'I think he would have quite liked to stay over tonight.' said Emma.

'Well I thought about asking him, but our sleeping arrangements are a bit
complicated.' laughed Andrew.

'With his new supply of contraceptives I might have had trouble with him if
I'd said he could sleep with me.' giggled Natasha.

'Well, he could always have come in with us.' said Emma easily.

'Emma!' Natasha looked slightly shocked. 'But you two make love all night
long.'

'That's all right.' responded Emma. 'Toby doesn't mind watching us. At
least he didn't seem to this afternoon.'

'What?' cried Natasha.

'Oh yes,' laughed Andrew, 'We had quite an interesting time this
afternoon. Tell her about it Em.'

Emma recounted the details to a wideâ€`eyed Natasha.

'Emma Knight, you've no shame.' she gasped afterwards.

'Coo.' retorted Emma. 'I like that, coming from you.'

Natasha giggled guiltily and put her hand over her mouth. 'I suppose it
takes one to know one.'  she admitted and Emma squeezed her arm
affectionately.

'You are a funny old thing.'

Andrew hugged both the girls.  'Isn't she,' he agreed, 'But we love her all
the same.'

Taking Emma by the hand he started to lead her towards his bedroom. 'Come
on Emma, all this talking about making love has made me feel randy.'

'So I see.' giggled his girlfriend. 'Wait a minute though, we haven't said
good night to Natty.'

'So we haven't. Good night Nat.' Andrew blew her a perfunctory kiss.

Natasha was looking at them with a curious expression on her face. 'Er
.... she began and then stopped.

'Yes?' asked Emma expectantly.

'Well .... er .... good night.' said Natasha.

'Oh Emma,' chuckled Andrew, 'Natasha would like to watch us make love too.'

Natasha shook her head vigorously.

'Yes you would.' said Andrew gently. 'You know I can often read your
mind. I've been able to do it for as long as I can remember.'

'You twins,' giggled Emma, 'I'll never be able to get used to this empathy
thing.  Come on then Natty, let's go before the old thingy loses steam.'
She held out her hand and Natasha took it uncertainly. Andrew took the
other one and the three went into his bedroom.

'I wasn't really going to ask, you know.' protested Natasha faintly as
Andrew turned on a bedside lamp and turned off the overhead light. A warm
gentle glow spread over the room.

'Let's do it on the floor in front of the mirror again.' suggested Emma, 'I
really enjoyed that last night.'

'All right,' agreed Andrew readily, 'But don't you want to kiss for a while
first.'

'You're kidding,' giggled Emma, getting down onto her hands and knees and
waggling her bottom provocatively, 'Just feel me.'

Andrew reached down and slipped his hand between her legs.

'Wow, you're soaking.' he laughed.

'It's because Natasha's here,' admitted Emma, 'To tell the truth I feel so
excited I'm almost ready to come.'

'Ladies and Gentlemen,' announced Andrew, raising an imaginary top hat and
waving it theatrically in the air before setting it carefully back on his
head, 'Or rather, 'Lady only', for your pleasure and for ours as well, Miss
Emma Knight and I will now perform an act which, until tonight, we have
never carried out before a live audience in this particular way.'

He paused for effect and Natasha laughed and then applauded.

'What is more,' he continued, 'This daring feat will be carried out
entirely without the aid of a safety net.'

'No it jolly well won't,' contradicted Emma from her position on the floor,
'Go and put one on before we start.'

This quick remark caused gales of laughter and Andrew donned a
contraceptive before kneeling down behind his girlfriend.

'Andrew.' said Natasha suddenly, from her vantage point on the corner of
the bed.

'Uh huh?'

'Take your hat off first, there's a love.  It's as bad as wearing socks.'

Her quip caused fresh giggles and then, at last, Andrew and Emma were ready
to begin.

Reaching between her legs, the girl took hold of her lover's erection and
guided it to the waiting lips of her sex. Slowly they moved together and he
felt himself slip inside her.

'Oh Emma, I love you.' he murmured.

She ground against him.

'I love you too.' she sighed softly.

The air in the room was suddenly electric and Natasha sat rooted to the
spot, hardly daring to breathe. The lovers began to move in unison. A soft,
sweet, undulating movement, almost balletic. Natasha found it beautiful to
behold and was deeply moved.

Andrew and Emma were so wrapped up in each other that they were practically
unaware of her presence. Watching their reflection in the mirror they were
smiling at one another, joy and love in both their faces.  After a while,
Emma reached up for Andrew's right hand, which was resting on her hip. She
guided it between her legs.

'Make me come.' she pleaded softly.

Andrew began to caress her clitoris gently and for a while the couple
continued their slow rhythmic movement and then, gradually, Natasha could
see a change of pace. Emma began to pant audibly and her head was swaying
from side to side. It was a reaction which Natasha knew all too
well. Andrew's face was contorted with ecstasy as he fought to contain his
mounting excitement. His eyes were closed and he was breathing deeply.

'Harder.' urged Emma suddenly. 'Harder.'

'I can't .... I can't .... I'll come.' groaned her partner.

'Come .... yes .... come!' shrieked the girl as her own orgasm swept
through her.

'Oh Emma, yessssss ....'  moaned the young man and leaning forward he gave
a few final frantic thrusts as his climax engulfed him.

'Oh Emma .... oh my darling Emma.' he repeated softly, over and over again
as he came.

Their movements ceased and after what seemed like a long while they slowly
separated.  Standing up and folding their arms round one another they
exchanged a passionate, lingering kiss.

Natasha sighed deeply. They looked at her worriedly.

'Are you OK?' asked Andrew in concern.

'Oh yes.' breathed Natasha. 'I feel just wonderful. That was simply
beautiful. Thank you so much.'

Andrew and Emma went and sat on the bed, one on either side of her.

'That was a different reaction from Toby's.' observed Andrew wryly.

'True,' agreed Emma, 'But then Natasha feels a bit differently towards us
than Toby does.'

The blonde girl looked from one to the other of them and nodded her head
solemnly.

'Toby just watched us, but Natasha was actually there with us.' said Emma,
'I could absolutely feel it.'

'Oh my, were you really Natty?' asked her brother. Natasha nodded again.

'We really have the strangest relationship, the three of us.' decided Emma,
looking at the twins fondly.

'Love me, love my sister.' joked Andrew.

'Do you mind the way we are?' asked Natasha.

'Not in the slightest,' replied Emma, absentâ€`mindedly massaging
Natasha's thigh. 'Since there's no jealousy involved, being loved by two
people is twice as good as just being loved by one.'

'We aren't jealous people, are we Nat?' asked Andrew.

'No,' she replied thoughtfully, 'Fortunately we aren't. It must be
difficult for twins who are though, mustn't it?'

Without thinking, Natasha spread her legs slightly to allow Emma better
access to the inside of her thigh and suddenly gave a little gasp as her
girlfriend's hand made contact with the lips of her sex.

Andrew watched, spellbound, as falling back onto the bed together the girls
began to kiss passionately, their hands all over each other's bodies.

'Oh My God!' he gasped, holding his hand to his chest, 'This is so exciting
that I think I'm going to have a heart attack.'

'Damn!' exclaimed Emma, sitting up abruptly and running her hands through
her hair.  'I promised myself I'd never let him see us do that.'

'Look how much it turned him on.' giggled Natasha, pointing into Andrew's
lap.

'Coo, that was quick.' laughed Emma and then looked from one twin to the
other.  She drew a deep breath.  'OK, there's something I've been meaning
to do to Natasha for simply ages.  Now is definitely the time.  Put on
another Durex, randy, I want a threesome.'

The twins looked at her open-mouthed.

'You're kidding!' exclaimed Andrew.

Emma went to his bedside table, got a fresh condom out of the drawer and
took it from its wrapper.  Approaching Andrew, she knelt down in front of
him and rolled it onto his erect shaft.

'She's not kidding.' whispered Natasha, her eyes glittering with
excitement, because she had realised that there was only one thing that
Emma had never done to her during all their previous love-making.

Pulling a pair of pillows from the top end of Andrew's bed, Emma placed
them carefully about half way down and gestured wordlessly for Natasha to
make herself comfortable.  The pretty blonde did as she was bid, finding
that her bottom was almost placed at the foot of the mattress. She drew up
her knees so that her feet rested just on the edge of the bed and parted
her legs wide.

'Omigod, you're going to go down on her and you want me to fuck you
doggie-style again while you do it.' breathed Andrew in absolute delight,
for it was one of his constant fantasies.

Emma still said nothing, merely winked at him and knelt down at the foot of
the bed. Leaning forward she began to kiss the area all around Natasha's
sex systematically.  Her friend growled with pleasure, deep in her throat.

Andrew was torn between the desire to see Emma's mouth descend on his
sister's sex and the yearning to enter Emma's own with his penis, which was
pulsing up and down with each excited beat of his heart.  In the end his
hunger to see his fantasy become reality won out and he knelt beside the
girls and watched keenly until Emma's mouth finally reached Natasha's
waiting pussy lips and he clearly saw her tongue reach between them and
search out her clitoris.

Natasha moaned with bliss and only then did Andrew slide around his lover,
place his erection carefully at the mouth of her vagina and tilting his
pelvis he slipped smoothly into her as deeply as he could. Emma grunted
with pleasure and ground herself against him.  He began to move in and out
of her urgently, absolutely afire with passion and lust.  His sister was
obviously feeling the same because she was gasping and whimpering with
delight and her body was shivering and shaking involuntarily from the
sensations that Emma was giving her.  Quite suddenly she came, thrashing
around on the bed as waves of exquisite pleasure engulfed her. Watching
her, Andrew realised that he wanted it to be his tongue that made it happen
for her again.

'Emma, honey, can we switch around a bit?' he pleaded.

Emma emerged from between Natasha's thighs and looking around she grinned
up at him wickedly.  'Naughty boy, you want a go too, don't you.'

Andrew nodded guiltily.  Emma laughed and pulled away from him so that his
penis slipped out of her.  Natasha was still lying happily on her back,
looking up at them in a mixture of delight and bemusement.

'My randy friend here wants to do something different.' said Emma casually.
'Time to put both ends of him to good use, don't you think?'

She gestured for Natasha to move off the bed and placing the pillows higher
up, she got Andrew to lie back on them.  Straddling his hips she reached
down and taking hold of his erection she slid it smoothly it back inside
her and began to move up and down on him with a sinuous movement.  She
motioned for Natasha to straddle Andrew's head, to place her sex right
above his mouth.  Just for a moment Natasha hesitated, but then she saw the
look of entreaty in her brother's eyes and she was lost.  Lowering herself
gently into place she felt his tongue begin to lick across her clitoris and
just moments later she climaxed again, as Emma held her and smothered her
in kisses.  She drew back and their lips met, teeth parted and tongues
began to explore each other's mouths.  Their hands reached for each others
breasts.  Lowering herself anew, Natasha felt Andrew's mouth against her
inner lips and again he slowly started to probe around her clitoris with
the tip of his tongue.  Her reaction was immediate and violent.

'Wow!' exclaimed Emma as their lips parted and Natasha clutched at her
helplessly, yet another orgasm ripping through her entire being.  'You like
that, don't you?'

'Omigod ....' half-sobbed Natasha, 'It's just ....' she lowered herself for
more attention which Andrew readily supplied.  'Oooooowheeeeee!' cried
Natasha and climaxed yet again.

'Hey, this isn't fair!' protested Emma jokingly.  'I've got the business
end of the guy and apparently you're having more fun than I am.'  she
started to ride up and down on Andrew's penis quite ardently.  Natasha, who
had pulled herself together a little, reached down and stimulated her
friend's clitoris with the tip of her middle finger.

'Oh, God, yesss!' groaned Emma, 'That's much better.'

Feeling herself beginning to approach an orgasm quite rapidly, she reached
behind her and began to caress Andrew's balls.  From past experience he
knew exactly what that meant and he started to thrust upwards with his
hips, matching her rising excitement with his own.

'We're going to come soon, Nat, you might like to get our little friend to
give you more attention so that you can join us.' suggested Emma between
gasps of bliss.

Natasha lowered herself back onto Andrew's waiting mouth and was at once
assailed by yet more delicious sensations.

The three of them slowly and inexorably built towards their peaks. Then -
incredibly - they managed to come simultaneously, the girls half-laughing,
half-crying and clutching at each other, whilst Andrew, lying beneath them,
simply couldn't believe that the reality was even more exciting and
delightful than the fantasy that he had cherished for so many months.

All of a sudden it was over and they lay in a tangled embrace, stroking,
kissing and hugging each other.

'Phew,' sighed Emma contentedly, 'How can life possibly get any better than
this?'

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