The Swiss Au Pair's Adventures

Chapter 1

The au pair.

Although I was still growing fast, my mind for the time being had outstripped my body, as was all too obvious from the intimidating equipment on display in the school changing rooms. Although my classmates frequently called me an arrogant wee shite, I could live with a bit of name calling from these thickos, as these big fellows still didn't hesitate to creep up and beg for my help with their maths and physics homework. However, this covert homage to my elite performance in class wasn't enough to restore my self-esteem, I was still a geeky underdeveloped, 5ft 7in just turned eighteen year sixth former with squeaky voice. I was looking for more tangible endorsements of my nascent manhood.

Although, the concept of girls and sex, with girls, was appealing, the actuality was another matter. I hadn't much acquaintanceship with this other species, except for my young sisters and cousins, who didn't count and, a few nodding acquaintances at Sunday School.

This all changed when the new au pair arrived. She'd been hired to look after my sisters when they returned home after school, whilst mother got on with preparing dinner and her other business.

Simone was about eighteen, shy and moderately attractive, small face and small figure, petite with dark hair, pale dark complexion, about the same height as me. Her English was quite good, although slightly accented in a French-Swiss way, though she understood everything perfectly. She had come to improve her English before becoming apprenticed in the catering trade back home. She was generally cheerful, had an impish grin, smiled a lot, laughed a little when I made jokes and was generally even-tempered and seemed happy to be mixing in with our family life.

For the first few weeks we didn't have much to say to each other, she was preoccupied with learning the routine, taking and collecting my sisters to and from school, keeping them clean and tidy. I was busy either in school or doing homework, which took forever, even at weekends! My weekly sessions at Boy Scouts and the dreaded Sunday school were my only breaks from this punishing routine. In the evenings she met up with other au pairs from the language school that she attended in town.

Come July, after celebrating my eighteenth birthday, we all set off on our annual month's family holiday, staying in a seaside cottage just outside St Andrews, whose main attractions were the empty sandy beaches, lots of flat roads, good for long bike rides, and many golf courses, where Dad spent nearly all his time, sometimes with me trailing around, but as I wasn't much good at golf and although I saw merit in a well hit ball, watching it soar into the distance, this was such a rare and unpredictable event that the whole enterprise was a turnoff. Dad preferred to play with his friends. That summer I was into Sherlock Holmes, I had the omnibus edition, a few thousand pages, so that was entertaining enough for me and allowed me to spend time daydreaming by myself.

About twice a week, Simone baby-sat when my parents went out to dinner with friends, or by themselves. My parents hadn't got used to the fact that I was now eighteen and fully capable of calling for the fire brigade, police, or ambulance, should the need arise. They thought that my sisters were in safer hands with Simone! Without a TV, which we had at home in Glasgow, a newly acquired monster, that frequently went on the blink degenerating into a screenful and earful of white noise, she seemed rather bored with only books and a few old magazines, my young sisters and me to occupy her time.

After my sisters went to bed, we talked about what her home, Hauterive, a village near Neuchatel, was like. Her childhood had differed considerably from mine - which was a typical wartime British experience: first the blitz and rationing, then Dad, - in the RAF, posted oversees to India, and Mum, sad and lonely, and not much fun and then starting proper school, regarded by some, as a posh boy's private school that was even less fun! It was strongly disciplinarian and uptight with a big emphasis on sport and patriotic endeavour. This was quite normal, but most of the values they tried to inculcate, about how great the British Empire was, left me feeling sceptical. It was obvious that the enterprise was a hollow pretence. This was linked with being a Christian soldier and forever, 'going onwards into battle'. Where and why, no one asked. The school cadet corps had a central place for boys aged thirteen to eighteen in the senior school. Endless drills, discipline and bullying, cleaning and polishing boots, pressing uniforms, so that the seams were razor sharp, all this reinforced by schoolmasters, who enjoyed dressing up in their old uniforms and lording it over us schoolboys: pretending to officer ranks that probably, they had never actually attained in the forces. So, for a budding nerdy scientist like me, all was quite grim, although to be fair, many of the others enjoyed playing rugby and ordering and shoving smaller lads around.

Simone's background was different, far more peaceful, no wartime experience for her, her parents both worked in the hotel trade, not prosperous, but not poor either. School was a Catholic girl's school with a strong emphasis on languages, history and domestic economy- cooking, bookkeeping and of course religious devotion. Simone claimed that she wasn't too keen on the devotional aspects- the nuns frightened her, I didn't think to ask why. She said, she had a younger brother, with whom she liked playing games and hiking in the forests.

I suggested she should have a go at reading one of my Sherlock Holmes mysteries, but she was hesitant, didn't think detective fiction would suit her. I asked her what kinds of books she preferred? "Oh, romance, girl meets rich boy, they are instantly attracted and fall in love."

That kind of stuff had no appeal to me whatsoever but set me thinking.

"What was it about the girl that the boy found so attractive? and what did the girl like about the boy, apart from his money? Some boys in my class, for example, came from extremely wealthy families, who owned some of the biggest shops or businesses in Glasgow, but some were, to my mind at least, fairly unattractive individuals. Neither clever, nor good looking, nor agile, just plain dull!"

"Well, they would have to be kind and clever, definitely. But, also, strong and good looking." She said, looking straight at me....

"Oh well," I said, "not much hope for me then!"

She laughed loudly, "as if I'd fall for teenager! Go and read your book!"

The next day Mum, Simone, sisters and I went swimming in the sea... the weather was warm and sunny, but the sea was freezing cold! I could swim quite well, although my sisters couldn't. They paddled around by the water's edge... with Mum watching over them.... I was trusted to swim further on my own. When Simone swam up behind me, I was surprised, as I didn't realize she'd been following.

About fifty yards from the shore, the water became only quite shallow, we were able to stand on a sandbar. Suddenly, a large wave swept over us, covering our heads and then quickly ebbed away. The force of the drag current tugged at Simone's bikini top seeming to pulling it down under her breasts... she didn't notice at first, but I certainly did! Her cold goose-pimpled chest was fully exposed! Small breasts were sitting like a pair of mini blancmanges with purple berries in the middle. After a short time, I pointed at her chest, "look what the wave has exposed!"

What a commotion!.... She blushed bright red from head to neck, miraculously the blancmanges turned bright pink and the blueberries to raspberries!

"Never mind... I'm only a mere teenager!" I said, as she covered up, then she pulled me under by my swimming trunks and swam off... without waiting for me to pull them back up from around my ankles.

On returning, to the beach-hut where we had our stored our clothes and towels, I was towelling myself when Simone opened the door, she smiled, when she saw my birthday suit, "Sorry I didn't know you were here, then looking at me directly and pointing, said, "goodness, you are much smaller than my brother and nearly bald down there! un phénomène étrange, n'est pas?" before closing the door. She probably thought that was a tat for tit; I thought it was a little sneaky. Although was inured to that kind of changing room banter, I'd never encountered it at home. I decided to set it aside for the moment.

That weekend Mum and Dad announced they'd be home late, "could Simone make supper and put the girls to bed? And don't wait up for us."

I was reading whilst sitting on the living room sofa, when she reappeared, after settling the girls, she sat on an armchair and we began talking. As my curiosity had been aroused, I asked her about her brother. Was she close to him?

"Oh yes, that was one of the reasons she had decided to spend time away, as an au pair!"

"Oh? How come?"

"Well, my mother thought that we were becoming too close."

"What do you mean, too close?"

"Well, he was growing quite big and becoming too affectionate."

"Does that explain how you know so much about his appearance down there?" Implicitly referring to the bathing hut incident.

"Well, yes," she acknowledged, "Maman thought it would best if I took some time away, till he found a new interest."

"I see. How close were you though? Did he-?"

"Did he what?"

"I don't know, take your clothes off?"

"Oh no, no need for that, we've shared the same bedroom since we were children, although in separate beds. And don't you ever peak at your sisters when they're having a bath, or taking a pee? Just now and again?"

"Not much really, I don't specially want to see them naked. I suppose they're too young and I'm really not that fond of Sonia as you may have noticed."

"Well, it isn't like that with Laurent, he likes to look at me and I don't mind that he does."

"Well, that's honest! Although I think there may be a law against that kind of thing, certainly here in Scotland, it's called incest!"

"Yes, in Switzerland too, it's a taboo, but many of the girls in my class do it, and not only with their brothers."

"Oh really! Who else do they do 'it' with? Do you mean friends?"

"No other relatives."

I was a bit shocked; such a thing had never entered my head. How could this be?

"So, the nuns must have had a thing or two to say about that... when you confessed?"

"Confess to what?"

"Incest of course!"

"It hasn't gone as far as that! Just a bit of fondling, fooling around, I think you call it?"

"I don't really know what you mean. What you mean by fondling?"

"Well, he asks me to stroke his willy while he touches me - and that sort of thing. The nuns have told us that's it's a venial sin with your brother, so no need to confess really."

"I wouldn't know, I'm not a Catholic, but I think it might come quite close. So, you haven't told the priest about what you get up to with your brother?"

"No, but in any case, I don't think it would count as a sin."

"Well, that's ok then!" I say with an ironic tone. "So, are you missing your little brother a lot?"

"Oh yes, especially at night. We used to tell each other our thoughts."

"Oh, if you want, you can tell me your thoughts, I'd like that."

"Thanks, I will, but first you must tell me yours!"

"Ok. what would you like to know?"

"Well, do you like my breasts?"

"I didn't have much of chance to see them, the other day, can I have another look? And what thoughts do you have about my willy?"

"I haven't had a close look, show me again."

"What now?" "Yes!"

Simone comes over and sits beside me on the couch and signals for me to unhitch my trousers, which I do, whilst she opens her blouse and unhooks her bra, her breasts seem bigger now, slightly pinker, smooth and nipples more spread out, and my willy has also grown a little too and a bit harder since after immersion in the North Sea, although still quite small compared with those displayed in the school changing room.

She takes it in her hand and strokes it a bit.

"Such a small willy, but nice, what have you done with the end though?"

"That's got something to do with my Grandma's religion, they chop it off when you're eight days old, supposed to make you cleaner- but I'm not sure why."

"Well, looking at the tip it does seem a bit cleaner, do you feel it when I touch the end?"

"Very definitely and I must say, I enjoy it, although I'd prefer it if you rubbed a little further down the shaft. Will you let me touch you too?" I touch her breasts and rotate her nipples between by finger and thumbs -they harden and enlarge. "I imagine this is less sinful than with your brother as I'm only a teenager. Can I see the rest of you?"

"Ok, I'll take off my skirt." She undoes her skirt retaining her knickers, which are silky and slightly transparent, it's possible to see the outline of a dark hairy triangle beneath; I place my hand on her tummy just below her tummy button and slide it slowly under the elastic and then pull down her knickers exposing her crotch. I had of course seen my sisters' crotches before, but they are hairless, smooth and quite small, Simone's is surprisingly large with lots of hair and has a small pink fleshy bud poking out at top, like a very small moist willy. I look curiously at the swollen lips and the crinkly bits inside;

"Can I touch?"

"Yes, but gently!"

I do and find that my fingers are sliding into a deep, moist, warm and surprisingly wide crevice. She seems to be enjoying the experience, so I continue, rubbing the sides with my fingertips and holding the bud, which also has grown a little, under my thumb; I start to push my thumb backwards and forwards. She seems to be enjoying this a lot more now, as she begins moving her hips backwards and forwards in time with my thumb movements. Her eyes close and mouth opens a little, her face flushes and she starts to breath more deeply, her chest heaves. All quite interesting! After a minute or so, she suddenly stiffens her legs, arches her back, moans and takes my hand away. Which I notice is covered in a fishy smelling liquid and quite a lot more oozes from her slit. Its smell was not unpleasant, but not clean either. "That was nice," I say.

"Yes, you're much better at it than my brother, he's very rough and wants to put his willy inside."

"Well, perhaps next time, I could try?"

"Maybe next time, Rob, but meanwhile we'd better tidy up. We don't want to leave any

mess on the sofa."

Chapter 2

Simone's Journey.

My move to Britain happened suddenly. The nuns told Maman about an advert in the local au pair employment agency for summer employment with a family in Scotland, Maman found the agency respectable, so with her blessing agreed to send me. It was all decided and fixed in a week; the au pair status required no special visa requirements, as technically it wasn't employment, and I already had a Swiss passport, for a trip I'd made with the School to Italy, so I was free to go. A plane ticket was booked with Swissair from Geneva to London and then to Glasgow. As the song goes, 'it only takes a half a day to be a thousand miles away,' and another world away too, it seemed. Coming from my rural lakeside village, Hauterive outside Neuchatel to Glasgow was a shock. From being a school leaver living in a small house with my parents and Laurent, to living in a big house with middle class Scottish family was a bit of a culture shock. A change from being the problem daughter to become an au pair, responsible for three children, two girls, ten-year old, Sonia and Sheila, five and an older smallish skinny boy, Robbie, and their parents Dr Brian and Margaret Salter. Brian and Margaret knew only what the agency had informed them about me and if I could help it, they would only find out the minimum. I told them that I wanted to learn to speak fluent English in the time I was with them, so wanted to attend classes during the daytime and in return I would look after the children at meals, bedtime and take the girls to school. I would expect enough money to attend classes, go out occasionally and take meals with the family every day to learn about family life in Britain.

The family were happy with this, and we quickly settled into a calm routine. It was a relief to get away from Hauterive, as things had become quite tense at home, and I was pleased to escape the nuns too, for good, I hoped. When I returned to Switzerland in the autumn I would start working as an apprentice in a big hotel in Neuchatel in September, as had been agreed more than a year ago.

So, I mentioned the problem with Laurent to S Maryjo, and she was sympathetic, said that lots of girls were having similar problems coping with the men in their families, and not just brothers! Uncles and even fathers! Well, since I hardly ever saw Papa, he was so busy working every day, morning till night at the bakery, which wasn't my problem. She asked me plainly if I was still a virgin, had he entered me?

The following day I climbed to S Maryjo's rooms in the top floor of the convent. It was a nice comfortable well-furnished two roomed flat with kitchen and bathroom, quite large. Nun's do not all live lives of extreme ascetism, at least not in Neuchatel. As a senior schoolteacher she had privileges and a salary, some of which was used to pay her rent. She was a tall woman, thin with very pale skin and strands of blonde-grey hair occasionally to be seen poking from under her headcover. She had grey eyes, a long aquiline nose, good teeth and was quite attractive for a nun. She did not smile often.

"Come in Simone," sit on the couch," "Please tell me about yourself and your problem. First, when did you start menstruating?" she asked very directly.

"About two years ago, when I was sixteen."

"And has it been regular every month since then?"

"Yes, except when I had bad tonsillitis last year."

"And apart from Laurent, have you been with any other boys?"

"You mean like that? Oh no!" Maman says that I shouldn't go with boys till I'm eighteen, at least and then only with supervision- she is very strict and old fashioned."

"Really? Perhaps not in every way. Oh well, let's have a look at you. Sit on the couch over there and take off your knickers and open your legs so that I can take a look at you with my torch and this little tool, It's a wooden crucifix I have, which I'm going to place in your vagina, do you use tampons? As you know the church disapproves, of unmarried women using tampons, but not everyone pays attention to what the priests say. At least not about that, I certainly don't, what do men know?"

"No, I don't use tampons, they are still quite new in Neuchâtel, and I would have to get permission from my doctor, so haven't yet asked, perhaps I will soon, they seem more convenient than sanitary towels."

"Good girl, they can damage your hymen- maidenhead! I'm going to see if you are still intact down there, or if your dear brother has made off with it already." After a brief examination down there, S Maryjo was satisfied that I was still virtuous.

After she washed her probe which was lightly stained with my blood! and put it back in a cupboard, she asked me if I would like to stay for a cup of tea and a piece of cake, which one of her other pupils had brought round that day? Out of politeness I agreed.

As we were having tea, she said, "these kinds of examination are a bit embarrassing and intrusive, but not so bad between us women," I nodded, although our doctor had never done anything like that to me before. "Sometimes, I think it only right that the roles should be reversed, would you like to examine me?"

"What S Marijo!"

"Why not? We're both mature women, where's the harm in it? Oh, and call me MJ." With that she threw herself down on the couch, dragged her habit, around her waist and pulled down her cotton knickers, exposing her private parts. "Now put your index and middle finger into my vagina as far as you can. Tell me what you feel."

This was very weird, here was I sitting on a couch with a tall woman exposing herself to me, but I didn't object, she had nice legs, long creamy skin which curiously enough she shaved as far as I could see upto her groin and she was had lots of dark blonde pubic hair, quite curly, but soft. So, I did as I was told. "What can you feel?"

"Nothing much, I said.

"Precisely! Now, let me put my fingers into you, never mind about undressing, I know where I'm going."

Without asking, she swiftly pushed her hand up my skirt, pulled my gusset aside and stuck her fingers back inside me. "Now can you feel there is a slight tightness and ridge when I putting my finger in deeper, that's your maidenhead. When a big willy is stuffed in, or a thick tampon, it will widen it so much that it will split and you will bleed for a bit, then you will no longer be a virgin. About ten years ago, that happened to me, with a boy I was friendly with at the time. After that I decided that I preferred being with women. Let me show you something."

She began to move her fingers back and forth and pressed on my clitoris, our biology lessons had taught us the names of our bits and pieces, so I was aware of what she was doing. She obviously knew what she was doing very well, because I soon become very excited and a bit breathless. When it was over, she bent over and kissed me, first on the lips and then on my clitoris- I quite enjoyed that. Meanwhile my hand was still inside MJ, and she told me to do the same to her, as she had done to me.

"The Golden Rule, Simone!" Rub firmly, but not roughly, and press on the knob at the top," Hers was quite small, and difficult to find under the fuzz, but I did as I was told, and after a few minutes she shuddered and sat up. "Thank you, Simone, which was very nice; now I suggest that you don't tell the priest about Laurent, or any of this and I will have a quiet talk with your mother, and we'll solve your problems without any more trouble. If you want to come for another cup of tea and chat, feel free to call any afternoon."

And that is how it was arranged that I be sent abroad to Scotland for a few months. We Swiss are very reticent, not only about financial affairs.

Chapter 3 Baby sitting can be fun

When S Marijo, asked me if I had ever been with any other boys beside Laurent, I had quite forgotten to mention an occasion a few weeks ago. I have been baby-sitting for our neighbours' young boy a few times whilst she attended evening classes in Neuchatel, her husband only come home at the weekends, he works as a chemist in Geneva. I like going out for the evening, and doing my homework, in the less cramped comfortable room she has, and she pays me quite well and also supplies tea and cake. Also, her little Pierre is no trouble, after his feed he sleeps -like a baby.

On my way for another baby-sitting session, I met Heini, a guy I had known from the village, he was just returning home on leave from training in the Swiss army. Every Swiss boy is required to do it and learn to use a rifle. All Swiss men of serving age have to keep their rifles securely at home. I like Heini, although he was a German -Swiss and although he was quite small, only about 1.70 M, but very strong and muscular. He has dark hair, nice brown eyes, a slightly skew nose and a direct way of speaking, very clever too, I imagine. I think he is going to Zurich to study after he finishes with the army, as he has won a coveted place at the ETH, a very prestigious technical University, where Einstein once studied. So, he must be very clever. He was also good fun.

"Hello Simone! My goodness you have become a beautiful young woman, I hardly recognised you!"

"Oh Heini, my I'm nearly nineteen, how long is it since we last met a year?"

"Yes, I've been training in the army, but I'm nearly finished with all that now. I must go home and see my mother, but perhaps I can see you later?"

"Well, I'm not at home I'm baby-sitting in this house here. If you like, you can call round about seven, after I've put the baby to sleep, and you can tell me about your military adventures!"

"Ok, I'll try, I have nothing else on, I have to go to Zurich tomorrow to arrange my accommodation, then back to the army for the last few weeks."

"Ok then," I was pleased, reading magazines isn't so much fun and I liked company.

Heini, knocked about half past seven, he had changed out of uniform and looks more like the young Heini I knew.

"Come in! I didn't think you would come, after all your mum must want to see you."

"Oh, it turns out she has to visit my aunt in Neuchatel who is unwell."

"Sorry to hear that, I hope it's nothing serious."

"I doubt it, she always has something," he sighs.

"Well come in, have a cup of tea"

"Oh, I brought some kirshwasser which uncle gave us."

"Gosh! I've never had that before, is it strong?"

"I don't know, I have never had it either!"

"So, let's have a taste!" Heini pours the clear liquid into a pair of glasses, that we found in the kitchen. It is very hot and burns my throat, but you can taste the cherries.

"It would be nicer with cake, I think. Heini seems able to drink it faster, in a few minutes he has already finished his first small glass and pours himself another. I begin to feel quite warm and slightly giggly.

"Let's sit down on the couch, tell me about army life, what's it like?

"Oh, it's quite tough, we are stationed over the hills looking down into Czechoslovakia, waiting for the Ruskies to invade. Every week, or so they send over a few fighter jets just to keep us on our toes."

"What do you do? Fire antiaircraft guns at them?"

"No, we are not allowed! Only if there were a real emergency. But we practise quite a lot." "It must be exciting!"

"No, not really, rather boring and quite cold and lonely and often very frightening!"

"What about the other boys in your battalion?"

"What about them?"

"Well, they're company!"

"Yes, but they're boys and I prefer girls for company. How about you?"

"Oh, I'm not sure, I've never had a boyfriend, but I think I'd like to have one soon!"

"Oh, why would you like to have a boyfriend?"

"So that I could give him a kiss and he could kiss me, I suppose."

"That's nice! How would you like to kiss me then?"

"Not sure, why don't we try?" I guess the kirsch has loosened my inhibitions a little, and certainly Heini's, although after not seeing any girls for months, he probably isn't too inhibited anyway!

We kiss for a what seems to be a long time, it feels wonderful, I feel warmth in my lips and breast and between my legs and want to press my body to Heini's. I feel his hands starting to move round to my back, moving over my ribs and then round to the front, he touches my left breast which seems to be tingling a bit, he gives me a bit of squeeze. As I've quite small breasts, he can hold his hand around a whole one at once, he squeezes a bit harder, I pretend not to notice, but kiss him back and open my mouth so that he can put his tongue between my lips. We do a little tongue wrestling, but he doesn't persist long with this, although I would be quite happy for him to keep at it. He starts to undo my blouse buttons and then opens my bra. He seems to have done this before, as he does it quickly and smoothly, without tugging or pulling. Then he gives my nipples which are now quite sensitive and enlarged another squeeze, then a kiss, and starts to suck, like a baby. I assume he misses his mum, but I must say it's very nice; then he lies me flat on the couch and starts to kiss my tummy and kisses my skirt and between my legs. I can't help pressing forward against his face. I've never felt so excited. I can feel the heat between my legs. Should I tell him to stop? Poor chap though, he must have been so lonely, perhaps I'll let him cuddle me a bit more.

His hand reaches under my skirt and slides up the gap between my thighs, I feel him touch my crotch, I withdraw a little shocked. But he keeps his hands on my thighs and rubs them on the inside and I relax, it feels so feels warm and delicious and exciting. Should I stop him I must decide, tell him to go home, or maybe see what happens?

Well, what happens is that he unbuttons my skirt whilst keeping the other on my thighs. Then, his other hand swiftly pulls it off, very skilful! I imagine that learning how to do that requires some practise. Anyway, now I am lying on the couch with breasts fully exposed and wearing only a pair of baggy wool knickers, but almost at once, I find that I'm no longer wearing these either! and he is stroking my pussy, which has become quite swollen. Then he gives it a kiss, moving his lips up and down between my pubis and thighs. "What are you doing Heini? What sort of girl do you think I am?"

"A lovely and desirable one of course! Don't worry you won't come to any harm. I am a biology specialist you know, nothing too bad will happen!"

"What do you mean by too bad?" I giggle; the spell is broken.

"Well, you won't be impregnated by me tonight."

"How are we going to avoid that without stopping what we're doing right now."

"I'll show you, something I've learned in the army."

"I didn't think there were any girls in the Swiss army?"

"There aren't!"

"So, what are you talking about?"

"Wait and see! Let me see what's in the kitchen. He returns a few minutes later with some olive oil in a cup.

"Let's have another drink of kirsch before we go on." He pours another generous glass, somehow it doesn't burn as much as before, but all the same I'm beginning to feel a little drunk.

"Would you like to see my willy?" he asks politely, I considered for a moment,

"I don't imagine it is very different from my brother's!"

"Laurent is still only about fourteen, I'm nineteen!" I say nothing.

He takes that as a 'yes' and pulls down his pants and underpants exposing a long thin pale and erect willy, a bit like a chicken frankfurter, but a nice looking one, with a dark brown hair frill encircling the top of the shaft and extending upwards like an arrow pointing towards his belly button.

I say, "Very nice and much longer that I would have expected! Can I give it a kiss?" The kirsh has obviously done something to my brain. He says nothing but it grows a little longer, I kiss the end and lick the sides and then daringly decide to bring the top into my mouth and move my lips.

He says, "Stop! slow down, I'll become too excited. Turn round and rest your head against the back of the couch."

I do as I'm told, but I turn and watch him putting his fingertips in the olive oil. He spreads it on my bum crease and runs his oily fingers around my anus and then slowly inserts one finger and then another through the sphincter. I was completely surprised, dumbfounded and befuddled by the kirsch, then he spread some more oil along the length of his frankfurter, as if he was preparing it for a barbeque and inserted the tip into my anus. After short time, it relaxed, and his willy moved deeper into my bum. It wasn't like having a poo in reverse, much more exciting! My anus gripped him tightly and I gave it a squeeze, by contracting my sphincter. His hand stretched round to my front and held my clitoris. "Now move your hips, as I push in, you push against me, it won't hurt." I needed no instruction really it came quite naturally!

This seemed liked fun, like playing at steam engines. The sounds we were both making, strongly resembled a train gathering steam. We chugged away for a few minutes, our movements becoming more vigorous and faster as he went downhill. I could feel my anus opening up and then again contracting against his willy which was now inserted right up to the hilt, pistoning backward, I squeezed a little and relaxed slightly as I pulled my hips forward. He seemed to forget about squeezing my clitoris, but it was all so exciting that I didn't mind. Suddenly he gasped and withdraw and then I felt a lot of fluid squirted down the back of my legs.

"I understand now how you may have managed without women in the army, Heini! Do you prefer doing it women?"

"Neither men nor women, you! I've never had such a thrilling experience! You have a precious gift! A pity it has to be our secret!"

I thought that was a little presumptuous but let him burble on.

"Very flattering, Heini! I certainly hope it stays a secret, but yes it was, good fun! Now we'd better clean up and you should wash you willy thoroughly before you go to bed. I certainly don't want to kiss it now! I must wash all this salad oil off my bum and please take the rest of the kirsch home with you. I don't want Mme Schmidt thinking I'm a drinker, my reputation in Hauterive would be totally destroyed!"

So, although I hadn't been completely candid with S Maryjo, she knows with certainty that I'm still a virgin- really!

Chapter 4 Summer in Scotland St Andrews

I was becoming used to the routine, getting Sonia and Sheila ready for school by 8.15 am then walking with them to their girl's school, which took about half an hour. They were slow, we often met other children and their mothers' or nannies and chat. The mothers were curious about me, where I came from? And how I was enjoying working in Scotland?

"Fine, the girls are nice, give me no trouble at all, and I have English lessons to attend to later in the morning, in town."

The classes were run by the Berlitz organization, and the students to my disappointment were almost all girls like me working as au pairs, from France, Italy or Scandinavia. Nobody else from Switzerland and hardly any men! I learned that the men preferred to come in the evenings, as they were working at jobs during the day, mainly in the shipbuilding yards and steel factories, so had no free time for day classes. I didn't mind too much though, as I didn't want a relationship as I was sure that I'd be seeing more of Heini when I returned home.

Still, it would have been nice to have a little fun, Dr Brian, was out of the question, too old and too remote, and anyway Margaret seemed to be quite vigilant where he was concerned, but not so much with Robbie, who in her eyes was still a child. For 18 he was still physically a bit underdeveloped, but he wasn't all child, quite a good-looking young man, thin, but well-proportioned, longish hair, big brown eyes, long eyelashes, a pale clear skin and nice thick lips, although perhaps a bit girlish in appearance very watchful, and quite reserved, and could sometimes be quite funny and made us all laugh. So even though he's a little young, we could have a little fun, but it would require some management, no point in causing trouble with Margaret.

I'd been told almost as soon as I arrived in the Salter home, that we'd be going on holiday to a seaside cottage during the following month. The cottage turned out to be quite a substantial house, bigger than my home in Hauterive. It had three floors, a ground floor with dining room, kitchen and small living room, first floor had two bedrooms, one for Brian and Margaret and one shared by Sheila and Sonia and a bathroom. On the third floor, two bedrooms, and a small bathroom with WC and sink, the former maids' quarters, I imagined, but still quite decent, the front small bedroom was assigned to Robbie, it had a comfortable bed and sea view, and a larger room with a double bed for me. Although sparsely furnished, it had chest of drawers, a chair, a large wall mirror and a window facing the back garden. This was small and unattractive, but it had a shed with two bicycles, which we could ride whenever we wanted.

A cleaner came to do the laundry and house, so that left Margaret and me to do the cooking and attend to the girls. No question of Brian doing any cooking or shopping, he was fully occupied with reading medical journals and novels and playing golf all day, every day. He said, he needed a break from his medical practice, and everyone understood that he should be indulged.

Margaret and Brian made it clear to me that they would go out for two or three evenings a week with friends who were staying nearby, and I would be left in charge. I reassured them that I was well used to baby sitting in the village at home, so there would be no problems, and I was also quite a proficient cook, having been a top student in that subject at school. We Swiss take domestic skills seriously.

The older two children didn't seem to mind this arrangement, although little Sheila seemed a bit anxious at first, but soon was happy enough with the meals I prepared for us and anyway she went to bed promptly at six thirty and Sonia at seven thirty. Margaret ruled the children by the clock, and everyone obeyed Margaret and the clock.

In the evenings when I was free, I was encouraged to go out and explore the village, but there was nothing much to do there, two or three hotels, a couple of pubs that were crowded with working men noisily drinking beer and smoking. They smelt awful and it was clear that this was no place for a young girl. There was a café, but that closed at seven and a couple of tearooms which closed at five. There was little evidence of any people my age. The village was a resort catering for families with young children, who took off for the summer, unmarried younger people avoided it. We have plenty of places like that along the lakesides in Switzerland too. They too are very boring, although profitable for the hotel trade.

I noticed that our bathroom mirror over the sink was angled slightly and precisely directed into the mirror in Robbie's room, I could see his bed reflected. Strange I thought, someone in the past may have been playing games. Perhaps I'll give it a test trial when Brian and Margaret are out and see what happens.

About ten that evening when I heard Robbie's light switch go off, I decided I needed to have a bit of a wash before bed. So, I carefully left enough of the bathroom door ajar so as not to obscure the mirror view and took off my dressing gown and started to wash my arms, stretching them high, so that I could wash my underarms thoroughly with soap and then my breasts, round and round. I could see some movement in Robbie's room, he was craning his neck to get a better view, I was careful not to make any eye contact.

Then, I pulled off my panties and started washing my groin, being careful to give both sides and underneath a thorough rub, to get good access underneath I had to put each foot in turn onto the sink, so that I could open the crevices widely. Cleanliness is next to Godliness, Maman would often say when I was young and if you can't be Godly at least you can be clean! I should do this more often, perhaps tomorrow, we'll see. That done, I towelled thoroughly and carefully in front of the mirror to make sure that all my private parts were dry, and after turning out the lights returned to bed. Happy to be in my own room by myself -such a luxury! I was aware of quite loud bed creaking noises coming from across the corridor. They sounded just like the sounds that Laurent made in bed after I'd put the lights out at home. That made me smile, - apparently boys will be boys, in Scotland too!

But the evening wasn't over, about ten minutes later when I was falling asleep, a soft knock on my door, and Robbie, comes in and says tearfully, Simone I have a terrible pain in my tummy, and Mum and Dad are out, what will I do?

"Oh dear! Robbie, I think I know what's wrong, but show me where it hurts," I smile encouragingly. It's easy for me to see what ails him, as my brother sometimes has similar tummy pains. My bathroom ploy clearly had produced the desired effect. "Show me where it's painful Robbie."

"It's a bit embarrassing, it's in my lower tummy."

"Never mind, as you know I have a brother, let me see. Here come and lie on my bed!" He lies flat and I pull down his pyjama trousers: his willy is quite swollen and stiff. "Where's the pain?" He points to both sides of his groin and his small almost hairless balls which also seem a bit red. "Hmmm I think I know what's the matter. The nuns at school told us about how some of the priests suffer terribly from 'chastity pains,' so sometimes they take pity on them.

"What's chastity mean?"

"Oh, you know, priests take a vow of chastity, never to have sex with a woman. Some of the priests become very frustrated and because they don't release their sperm, it builds up and swells their balls- testes, as the text-books say. This can cause a lot of pain in the groin. I think that's what's the matter with you. You're too chaste!" One of the nuns mentioned in our morals class that some of the sisters, who work with the priests, see it as their duty to relieve the priest's chastity pains. The sisters say it is a mercy. The priests have to stay chaste; the sisters are happy to lend a merciful hand to keep the brother priests on a righteous path. The nun also said it's a great sin for men to spill their seed, as it should be only spent to produce children and for no other reason. That was Onan's sin. John Calvin, a Swiss clergyman, said 'the voluntary spilling of semen outside of intercourse between a man and a woman is a monstrous thing.' Although he was a Calvinist, a kind of Protestant, Catholics have the same kinds of constraints and priests of course are a special case, they can't get married, or have children, so in theory, can never spill their seed. But sometimes the pains are unendurable, so the sisters help them out.

The nun said to us "But don't you girls be getting up to such things, as we Catholics also think it's sin to spill the sacred seed, and when you start touching a man's willy, one thing usually leads to another."

"Good advice!"

"I'm sure I can make it better in a few minutes without bothering your Mum and Dad. Besides, they said they'd be late." I started rubbing his tummy gently, now and then sliding my fingers down the sides into his groin with both hands, then I held his willy in one hand. It is fairly small, so was easily done and gently moved my hand back and forth, as if I was milking a cow, which I've done many times back home, although the cows udders are much bigger.

Whilst all this was going on my nightgown seemed to have ridden up a leaving me a bit exposed, soon there was a dramatic spurt of white fluid which sprayed over my leg, then another and then another,

"My goodness, you must have been storing that for quite a long time, Robbie. You must be a bit like a priest too, being so chaste!" I giggled.

Robbie also laughed, "Thanks Simone, the pain's gone. You should become a nun and help all the priests, it would be a holy service, they might make you a saint one day!"

"Cheeky boy!"

"So, tell me what were you thinking about when you were playing with your willy to get yourself into this state?"

"Oh, nothing much, I was remembering about some things I've seen, girls without clothes on!"

"Does that excite you a lot?

"Only when they move their hips and shake their breasts and spread their legs."

"But where have you seen naked dancing girls?"

He wisely ignores the question, "my goodness, what a vivid imagination you have! Maybe you can advise me about what I should do to attract a rich handsome man? Dance lessons, perhaps?" I grin and move my hips from side to side and shimmy my breasts a little and laugh, "How ridiculous!"

"I think you're attractive enough already, Simone."

"Really! You must tell me which parts you find specially alluring sometime soon. But now you should go back to bed, before your parents return."

Robbie, retired, obviously sleepy and fully relaxed, but left me feeling a little frustrated, what should I do about it? "Oh, I know the very thing!" and soon everyone was fast asleep.

The following afternoon the family decided to go to the local beach. Being a weekday, it wasn't crowded, Brian was playing his afternoon golf round and Robbie, unusually decided to join us. He said he would like a swim. The family had hired a beach hut for the month, useful for keeping buckets and spades and water wings, and of course changing without doing gymnastics on the sand, something I hate.

After paddling and helping Margaret build sandcastles with the girls, Robbie built his own castle which was of course much bigger and surrounded by a deep moat, such a show off! As the tide was coming in, he decided it was time for a proper swim. He was quite a competent swimmer with a stylish crawl, good overarm action and breath control, he must have had some coaching. I can swim quite well too, I represented the school in local competitions, which were fun, and occasionally there were mixed events with boys.

I told Margaret that I'd follow Robbie to see that he didn't get into trouble. "Oh, Robbie is a very strong swimmer and as the tide is coming it you shouldn't have any bother."

She was remarkably nonchalant, my own mother would not have been as relaxed, about sea swimming. Anyway, I followed Robbie and caught up with him after a few minutes. Although it was very cold, nearly as bad as Lake Neuchatel, and that is very cold even in summer, we stood around chatting, suddenly a big wave broke over our heads and whilst we were covered, I decide to shift my bikini bra a little to see how Robbie how react. I pretended not to notice when the wave subsided and showed off my boobs. Robbie, wide eyed stare was a pretty picture, after a few seconds he shouted,

" Simone, look what the wave has done!"-pointing at my boobs. I was holding my breath so began to blush, despite the cold water. I quickly adjusted my bra, dived under the water pulled his trunks down to his ankles giving me an underwater view of his willy, which despite the recent excitement was now miniscule and swam back to the shore at speed.

Robbie followed some way behind as he seemed to have some problem with his swimming costume! After playing with the children a bit more Margaret said she would take the girls home, as she wanted to go to the loo and she didn't like the public conveniences, Sonia also said she was getting desperate. So, after they retreated from the sands, I noticed that Robbie had disappeared, I opened the hut and to my slight surprise saw him a state of nudity towelling himself. His willy seemed to have revived a little.

"Oh, sorry Robbie, I thought you had gone home with the others, then pointing, "you seem to have recovered a little since last night." He blushed.

I decided not to wait so I grabbed my clothes and returned home.

Chapter 5 Bike ride.

The following morning, Robbie played golf with Brian, I played with the girls all morning and Margaret went shopping. At lunch she said, "Why don't you and Robbie take a bike ride this afternoon. You should take the coast road, there are some lovely views of the bay if you ride out a few miles." Robbie agreed. I hadn't been on a bike for a few years. It's extremely hilly around my village, we prefer to walk. But I like exercise, so agreed. The bikes were in the shed; I took the smaller bike with gears. Robbie took the larger one without gears, but said he was happy to do that. Anyway, the roads were fairly flat around this part of the East coast, and I quickly adapted to the rather difficult gear change mechanism.

We set off, northward keeping to the coast road, it was enjoyable, but windy up on the road. After about an hour's strenuous peddling, having travelled about fifteen kilometres, we saw a deserted beach, I signalled to Robbie that we should stop and rest in the sheltered cove. After secured the bikes, it took us a few minutes to find a path down to the beach which was partially hidden from the roadside by a rocky overhang and we flopped onto the white sand under the cliff, using our pullovers for pillows.

We were completely cut off from the world and so warm! We dosed for a few minutes recovering from the strenuous bike ride. "My goodness its warm do you think we can go for a quick swim to cool off?" I said.

"I don't have my costume."

"You've never been skinny dipping, we do it all the time at the lake."

"Mmm, you and your brother?"

"Yes! Also, we did it in the mountain pools although they are very, very cold as they are formed from the spring snow melt."

"When was the last time you did it?"

" Oh, about a couple of years ago"

"So, he was a bit younger then, about fourteen?"

"Well, you're a teenager too aren't you and so am I, just!"

"A well-developed one though!"

"But I've only just left school, don't be such a prude! Let's have a quick dip, and besides, I need to pee." So, I stripped off my top and pants and I ran off into the sea, such a relief! After a minute he followed, his skin tone blending with sand, it was nice watching him come running with his lovely, muscled body and little contracted wagging willy as he darted into the sea. Like watching a water sprite. He came up to me and we hugged, spontaneously. I don't know why we did, but it felt good having his naked body pressed close, we were close friends now. We quickly let go and swam around for a few minutes then ran back to our clothes. I lay down facing the sky, and Robbie beside me, no longer shy.

"So, Robbie, last night you mentioned that I was quite attractive. What parts do you find especially appealing?" He blushed, and hesitated, "Well I like your face, it is kind and cheerful, you smile a lot and have nice clean teeth, and I like your big hazel eyes and your small nose and chin."

"That's nice, so you think I'm quite pretty?"

"Very pretty, not beautiful, but attractive."

"I agree, I'm not beautiful, but being beautiful is sometimes a burden I think."

"Not sure."

"Oh, I think so! Still, I don't think that my pretty face is all that attracts you, is it? What else do you like?"

"Well, before I saw them yesterday, I liked your breasts covered up, and now I like them uncovered."

"What especially?"

"Their shape, their size, their position and their feel when I touch them," with that, Robbie stretched out and holds my right breast and then left, giving them a gentle affectionate rub."

"Anywhere else?"

"I like the shape of your back, your spine has an elegantly curved shape, and I like the way it is indented with dimples at the back just above your bum, just like a violin. Also, your bum too, it's small, but girlish and neat, and I think quite soft, turn over and let me feel." I twist onto my front, exposing my behind. Robbie kneels beside me, rubs both cheeks and runs his thumbs along the cleft.

"It's a nice clean bum," he kisses both cheeks. I can't help thinking that he'll soon be quite an accomplished lover.

"I should think so too we've just been in the sea!"

"Turn round so I can sing praises to your other virtues."

"I don't think I want to hear what you think of my fanny!"

"Ah, you're obviously learning colloquial English quite fast. Did they teach you that at school?"

"No, I've known that word for a long time. It was one of the first words we looked up in the dictionary!"

"Let me guess what other word you looked for?"

"Oh, I don't think you could possibly guess!"

"Does it begin with a C and then an O?"

"Gosh you're so clever! Anyway, without looking, tell me what you like about my fanny."

"Well, I don't have many to compare it with, but it is obviously very womanly, girly, without being childish, or over mature. Lots of wiry dark brown hair, exuberant, but not gross. It has a nice shape at the top and doesn't extend too far over the sides or down the legs. That would be a bit off putting, don't you think? I also like looking at the dark slit when you close your legs together and the little bits of flesh that poke out like a fringe, labia minora and your little willy, ok, clitoris and the bits of skin, when you open them. Also, your nicely shaped thighs, which are neither too fat, nor too thin."

"My goodness Robbie, you're very observant and have an excellent memory! Or do you just imagine it?"

"I would like to put my hand between your thighs, and have you squeeze it tight, so that I can slide up between them into your cunt!"

"That sounds like fun for me too!" So, he does, and I do find it rather enjoyable.

"So, Simone, what do you like about me?"

"Oh, what do you think? Your manly chest covered in hair, your bulging muscles and your splendid cock and balls, which fill me with awe and trepidation."

"I think you exaggerate a little Simone. Still, I've noticed that it's becoming more sensitive and every now and again I would like nothing more than to press it against you."

"Really? Where would you like to press it? In my ear, or my mouth, between my breasts or between my legs at the front, or into my bum?"

"I hadn't thought of that one! And it's probably illegal!"

"Would you like to rub it on my tummy?" Why don't you lie on top of me for a while?"

We lie together for a while and then Robbie feels some wetness against his legs, "Are you having another pee?" he asks rudely.

"No Robbie, I'm quite excited and when girls get excited down there, as you may have observed, they become a little wet, rub your willy here."

Robbie feels the wetness coating his willy and slides it back and forth by moving his hips along the length of my cleft. We are transported into another plane of existence for a short time, as sort of floating world, close to ecstasy.

"I think you should stop now Robbie."

"I can't just stop!"

"Well move away from there, it could have serious consequences for me if there were an accident."

"Nice grammar Simone, he grinned, then grimaced as he ejaculated over my belly. After a minute we sat up and ran into the sea, to cool off, clean off and then dressed and then pissed of home; more quickly as the wind was at their backs. In plenty of time for supper.

"That was a well spent afternoon, Simone, thanks!"

"Yes, I had fun too! But we should slow down I think, otherwise things might get out of hand, and your mother might become a bit suspicious of me."

"Understood."

Chapter 6 Visitors

At tea Mum announced that some friends, Harry and Thelma Donaldson and their teenage daughter, Louise and her cousin Henri from Paris were coming to visit for few days. I hadn't seen Louise since she was about eight, that was about ten years ago, so I could only remember that she was a small blond girl with a runny nose and red cheeks.

"That'll be great, We can go for bike rides do they have bikes?" I said, glancing at Simone, who appeared not to notice.

"I'm sure we can hire some at the garage," Mum replied, Dad agreed, although wondered if the French cousin could play golf. He was pleased that their friends Harry and Thelma were coming over for a few days, it would be nice to see them after so long and Harry had a low handicap, an excellent player.

They had arranged to stay in a small hotel just down the road and would come over for lunch the following day.

When they appeared just before lunch, it was obvious that there had been a row. Louise, a pretty blond girl, quite busty, was red eyed and teary and Harry and Thelma were looking upset; Henri, who was slightly older than me and a bit taller, about 5ft 9in, dark skinned and good looking, in a French sort of way, was also quiet. It turned out that there were only two bedrooms available in the hotel, so Louise and Henri would have to share. This didn't suit Louise who didn't want to share with a boy, even though they were cousins, and they had shared two years ago when they were in France.

Mum could see that Louise was not going to give way, so suggested that perhaps she might like to come and stay with us and perhaps share Simone's bed. That suggestion didn't please anyone, Louise burst into tears and judging by her parents' pained expressions, this was a frequent occurrence and Simone, normally pretty calm, also looked a little agitated.

"Nooooo!" says Princess Louise. So, impasse!

"OK," says Harry, "why not try out the arrangements as they are for today and we'll see what can be fixed up tomorrow?"

For some reason, Harry's calm tone and willingness to broker a compromise lowered the temperature and we were able to get through lunch without any further arguments.

I suggested that we all go for a bike ride in the afternoon.

"We've found some nice places to see a few miles away." The others agreed, all four parents were pleased to be rid of us, bikes were hired for a few days and Mum suggested that Simone go along to act as interpreter for Henri, whose English was not so fluent, and my French, tres mauvais.

On the ride I paired up with Louise, we rode ahead, as Henri and Simone got talking in very rapid French. Louise was a studious type, keen on music; she played flute in the school orchestra and was by coincidence also into reading Sherlock Holmes. I asked her what she liked about the stories. She opined that she liked the certainty that Holmes would the find essential clue that the bungling police force had either missed or dismissed, that would unlock the mystery and lead to the criminal's arrest.

"Hmm" I said, "so you like predictability? without unsettling surprises, just mini revelations?"

"Well, yes, I suppose I prefer it that way. What do you like about Holmes?"

"I like his seeming laziness and his application of logic to problem solving, 'Deduction my dear Watson!'"

"Ah, perhaps that's why you want to be a scientist? You like to use your mind and feel superior to everyone else, even a bit smug?"

"I had become used to being teased by girls in the last few days, so allowed the implied insult to pass."

"Yes, but I don't have hang ups about girls, like you seem to with Henri," I retorted seeming illogically, but it served my purpose.

"Henri isn't a girl though, is he?" She snaps.

"No, but he isn't much older than me," I said, probing to test her reaction.

"Yes, but he's more physically mature than you."

"Oh, in what way?"

"Well taller, and he has hairy legs!"

"Oh, how do you know?"

"He stayed with us last night and by accident I walked into the shower while he was there." "Hmm, a strange accident, didn't you hear the shower?"

She blushed, "Well Sherlock, I think he'd stopped showering, as it was quiet."

"So, you didn't like what you saw?" I queried. She paused for a minute, or so, pretending to concentrate on her cycling and then obviously deciding that I was worthy of her confidence replied, "I haven't seen a mature man before, when I last saw him, he was a young lad, and we shared bedrooms and bathed together and all that. My parents seem unaware of the changes that the last few years have brought on Henri and me."

"Well, I can see you have changed since I last say you- Your nose isn't so runny!"

"Ha! very funny -well you are just the same, as I remember- just as cheeky and arrogant!" "Not mature then?"

"No, definitely not mature!"

"So, what disturbed you about Henri, apart from his hairy legs?"

"His willy was very big and was sticking straight out!" She huffs.

"That's called an erection, you know?"

"Yes, but I'd never seen one before, it was a shocking thing to see!"

"So more than a mini revelation? Not something you find you could get used to?"

"Precisely, Dr Watson!"

"Well, did you consider that you may have given him a bit of shock too? I'm not sure how I'd react if a pretty girl like you pounced on me in the shower! Maybe I would have an erection as well! Oh, by the way, were you wearing clothes when you walked into the shower?"

"I didn't pounce! it was a complete accident! and I was wrapped in a bath towel!"

"So how much did it cover? Your boobs and legs, or just your boobs, or just your hips or nothing at all?"

"All of me, it is quite a big towel, it wasn't my intention to display myself!"

"Of course not! I'm sure you were quite blameless, as he was! Although you must admit that it might have been a temptation."

"Not at all! although some of the boys in the orchestra do stare at my boobs for longer than necessary."

"Ah, so you admit that you like boys looking at your boobs!"

"I suppose so, but not openly, not leering, if they ogle with a little subtility, it's permissible." "So, you don't mind being a temptress, but are a bit frightened of the consequences?" "Perhaps, I am still a bit timid."

"So, what did Henri do? did he cover himself up?"

"No, he assumed that I wanted to join him in the shower, like we used to when we were kids, he tried to unwrap my towel."

"Interesting! Well, I suppose it was natural, were you wearing anything else besides the towel?"

"Yes, my panties, but nothing else."

"So, he removed your towel and got a view of your breasts, whilst he was standing beside you with an erect willy? What did you do? Scream, or run out of the bathroom?"

"No, I was so shocked that I stood like a rabbit in the headlamps."

"I can see that the situation might have been a bit awkward, whilst you were a rabbit transfixed by the bright headlamps, Henri was excited by seeing yours! But if you wanted it to stop, surely you could have left?"

"I suppose I could, but somehow I didn't think of it, I suppose I wanted to see what would happen next?"

"So, what did happen?"

"He touched my boobs and took my hand and placed it on his willy!"

"Goodness me! How exciting, don't you think?"

"Not really, I didn't mind him touching my breasts so much but asking me to handle his willy was going too far, quite gross!"

"So, what did you do then?"

"I gave his willy a strong tug and he swore loudly, 'Merde, tu es une vache,' he said."

My French was good enough to understand that kind of jibe.

"Well, you do have quite large and shapely udders, now that you mention it," I said, grinning.

"I didn't mention anything about their size, did I? You boys are all the same, all you think about is girls and how to get round them!"

"You're not quite right, about that, Louise. Not round them, anyway! And girls don't think about boys as much then?"

"Oh, I suppose we do, but not in that way."

"What way is that way?"

"Sticking their cocks into our cunts!" She said, very coarsely, I thought.

"Tut!" I said, "I'm not used to such crude talk, especially from young ladies."

"Nor am I, but I like making myself plain. But sorry! I didn't mean you Robbie," she said. "That doesn't mean that I wouldn't like to see your boobs though," I said, "cos I would!"

"Oh really! How forward of you!"

"Well, if you show me yours, I'll show you mine," I grinned.

"But I don't want to see your boobs, Robbie!"

"Fair enough, Louise!"

We soon came to the spot where Simone and I had stopped the other day and Simone suggested we have a break. We all agreed that that would be a good idea. Henri and Simone seemed to have been getting on well. "You obviously enjoyed chatting in French, I said. "Listen you guys, it would be best for all of us if you two spoke English from now on, unless there are any technical terms that you need help with from me!"

"Quelle connerie Robbie, I'm sure I know at least as many technical terms as you!" he said, and Simone nodded.

By this time, we had clambered down to our secret cove under the cliffs.

"My word, how did you find this, ideal for sunbathing!" said Louise.

"Yes," said Simone and for skinny dipping!" She made it plain that that was her intention.

"Skinny dipping!" "Quesque c'est ce 'skinny dipping?"

"Nager en nue," said Simone.

"Ah, we do that all the time on holiday in France, il y a beaucoups des plages ou c'est le regle."

"Pas ici" I said, "but we can do it discretely here too, especially here and it is such a warm day. I've no objections." I was curious to see what he looked like. Was he the giant that Louise had implied, or just average like most people? I was more than just a bit curious to get a look at Louise's boobs too.

"Well in any case, I need to do a pee quite urgently," with that Simone hastily stripped off and ran into the sea. She didn't stay long, but Henri took the hint and pulled off his pants and shirt. It was as I thought, quite normal, rather brownish, but not excessively long, perhaps three or four inches, I didn't feel as if I had anything to be ashamed of. Louise seemed to me to be quite unperturbed, perhaps it was the company, or surroundings.

"I too need to have a pee after all that cycling," with that she stripped off her dress and unhitched her tight bra and her large boobs with large caramel tinted nipples bounced free. She kept her knickers on and ran into the sea, her boobs bouncing like pink jellies, Henri followed, as did I. It was exceeding cold, but we soon warmed up, as Henri and I had a race, I outstripped him easily; his style was all over the place. Louise, on the other hand was an elegant swimmer, great style, breaststroke seemed to be her forte. I noted that her frontage had almost twice the volume of Simone's, I wondered if either of them had noticed.

When we returned to the shore, Louise decided she was too uncomfortable in wet knickers so spread them out to dry on the rocks. I was slightly surprised to observe that she had darker pubic hair than might be expected, not quite matching her the blonde curls covering her skull. The bright sun shone revealing her pinky brown mons pubis below its sparse hairy thatched covering. We all lay down and enjoyed the sunshine warming through our chilled bodies. I noticed a change in Henri's position he had turned a little red and rotated onto his stomach.

Simone said, "Henri are you ok?"

"I'm a little excited by the situation," he mumbled.

"Ah je comprends, « la situation! « You know, I've a brother, even slightly more developed that you, I imagine, turn round and let us see the upright package in all its glory!" She commanded. How very French, I thought, but I too was quite curious, Louise was silent but still looked at Henri.

"Ne sois pas timide, Henri" Simone said softly.

"Je ne suis pas timide, mais j'ai peur que Louise soit choquée."

"But she's quite a big girl already, look at those boobs and le gazon maudit."

"Hey, you guys that's a bit technical, Que'est-ce que ça veut dire!"

"Slang, for pubic hair," says Louise dryly, "I told you I knew a lot of technical French. It literally means rough grass, more like Simone's really", she added, sotto voce."

"I heard that, Louise! You wait, you'll soon have to go to the beauty parlour to these locks clipped and maybe even lightened a little!" she remarked, slightly cattily, I felt.

"Now girls. I don't think this is very ladylike."

Meanwhile Henri had turned and revealed an impressive brown banana, it was curved backwards and pulsating a little.

"Mon dieu, c'est enorme! I haven't seen anything so impressive before!" said Simone, can I give it a little kiss? Or would you like to, Louise?" she joked.

"What! I've never heard of such a thing!" Louise exploded, blushing furiously. But Simone lent over and gently licked her way along the long shaft. Half-way through there was a small explosion and Henri sprayed his face with white jism. We all laughed, well at least Simone and I did, Louise looked a bit fazed but definitely interested! Henri didn't laugh either but ran back into the water and washed himself.

When he returned, his normal dimensions had resumed. I asked Louise whether she had seen anything like it before?

"No, not in the open like this. Well not before yesterday! Somehow it seems more natural here by the sea, guilt free."

"Yes," I said, "fresh air makes everything seem cleaner and food tastier. But you just said, not out in the open, does that mean you have seen something like it indoors?"

"There you go again, Sherlock! Well, after the Christmas party when we had our school concert, a boy, he was only in the back desk second violins, but I'm not a snob, he and I had a bit of a session in a dark corner. We were sitting side by side on upright chairs. He touched my breasts and strayed under my bra, and I found that my hand had strayed unintentionally to his lap, there was nowhere else to put it!"

Simone laughed out loud, "Of course Louise, where else?"

"Louise blushed a little, but carried on, "I noticed that I was holding his thumb which I thought he'd put in his trouser pocket, so I squeezed it tightly, as I wanted him to hold my breasts a little tighter,

"Then his thumb grew quite large, and I realized what I was actually holding! Very embarrassing! I was about to let go when he said, 'please don't stop yet- Louise!' So, I continued squeezing and letting go for a few minutes, whilst he played around with my boobs, trying unsuccessfully to pull them out of my tight bra. He lost interest after I had squeezed a bit more. I felt his 'thumb' pulsating a bit and then his trousers became wet and sticky. He was very upset at this and said he had to go to the toilet and left without saying goodbye. Haven't seen him since; pity! he quite a good violinist and would have made it to the first violins this term."

Henri said, "I know you play the flute very well, perhaps you could show us your technique here."

"I don't have my flute here though,"

"No, but Robbie has a piccolo, or maybe just a small sopranino, which I'm sure would be amusing to listen to."

"Henri, imbécile, tu es cruel!"

"I'm not so small" and to prove it there I was standing stiff and proud, albeit it, smaller than Henri.

Louise smiled. "We'll see, but first I want a kiss! You two can find something else to do." With that, she leant over and kissed me on the lips.

"That was nice of you, Louise," I whispered, it was little embarrassing."

"Well, we might as well have some fun, don't you think?"

"Mmm yes, well at least we don't have the inconvenience of having to undo your bra, can I touch them?"

"Yes, but be gentle, I think it is close to my time of the month and my boobs become quite swollen, as you can see, and I become a bit tense and moody.

"I saw at lunchtime! And I can feel how tense they are for myself now." I circled her areolas with my forefinger, her nipples began to swell and the skin over her breasts which was tight seemed to stretch like a balloon. I decided that it might be nice to give them a bit of lick, or suck. This produced even more nipple enlargement, erection almost. She seemed to be enjoying it a lot. I wondered if I dare move a little further southward, so slowly I moved my lips downstream, between her cleavage and then round the bases of breasts and up into her armpits, then back to her nipples. She seemed to become a little restless, moving her hips from side to side, so I decided to take a trip down Mexico way. I quickly moved to her tummy button, gave it a brief kiss and a few licks then down some more towards Mexico city. I hadn't really looked closely before, she had a few brownish coarse hairs covering her pubic bone, but her labia were well developed, quite thick and fleshy. I decided that I would like to give them a kiss or two. I started by moving slowly along her inguinal groove and then worked inwards, she seemed to enjoy this quite a bit, but she obviously wanted me to pay attention to somewhere else, so I tried the pink button at the top of the cleft, her clitoris, this was small and almost hidden by skinfolds, but peeping out of its hiding place, I gave it a gentle kiss, she whimpered.

"Oh my god!" then I decided to be a little more forceful and compressed it between my lips, but after bit I thought that I could do a better job with my fingers, so I held it between finger and thumb and squeezed, My goodness, all inhibitions were gone now, she started bucking like a berserk rocking horse, eyes wide open, but unseeing and chest heaving, deep inhalations and a groaning sound coming from deep in her throat. The other two watched the performance in silence, Louise quite oblivious, in her own hedonist haven. It was over soon, and the others went back to what they were doing.

Louise said, "Sorry, Robbie, I may have let myself go a bit."

"No worries, I enjoyed it too, you're lovely, I wish I were developed enough to"....

"Oh rubbish, look at you... let me see if there is anything I can...," with that she took my stiff willy in her hands and squeezed.

I said to her, "do you play the flute, side on, or end on?"

"Usually side on, but I have another one which I play end on."

"That might be easier to play today, don't you think?" She smiled, no more pretence, she licked her lips, pursed them and held the glans quite tightly, she looked me in the eye to see if she was hurting, she was not! She seemed to be enjoying the experience, using her tonguing technique to produce more overtones that she had imagined. I became quite excited and then splurged into her mouth. She was surprisingly unsurprised. She spat it out and washed it out with some water we'd brought along.

"Sorry, I let myself go a bit," I said, smiling.

"So, we're quits!" she said.

"Yes, will you sleep with Henri tonight then?"

"Yes, there are no more shocks to be had on that score at least, its old news now."

"I wouldn't be so sure. I'm sure Henri has a few French gavottes that you can play on his instrument, which judging from its size may have to be played like a bassoon!"

"Mmm yes, I imagine."

"But how will you explain your change of mind to your parents? Won't they think something is amiss?"

"Oh, I'll think of something and Henri, will do as I say on pain of death."

"OK then, as I said, have fun! Lucky I'm not jealous!"

"Jealous of what? Nothing has happened. Not yet!"

When we arrived home, Mum remarked that we all got quite sunburned, but didn't seem to draw any conclusions. I thought I should wear my swimming costume a bit more, but my skin showed enough two-tone not to raise any suspicion, and I don't think she was going to look for Simone's bikini markings. I'm sure Mum had never thought of skinny dipping in her life.

Chapter 7 Dinner time

Relations between Louise and Henri, seemed to have thawed by the time they went home for dinner in the hotel, which provided, board and lodging.

We said we would meet tomorrow and plan something else to do, another bike ride or a hike in the woods perhaps; Mum said we could get there by bike and should use them as much as possible as we don't have much chance at home.

Louise's mum, Thelma was mildly but pleasantly surprised when Louise seemed to be more relaxed about sharing her room. "Oh, mum I'll change in the bathroom, so it won't disturb Henri, and he can do the same."

"That seems a sensible idea. You've the bathroom to yourselves in your part of the hotel, so there won't be a problem." Dad was unaware of any problem. He still thought of Louise as being about ten, and Henri as well. Perhaps they were a little naïve, but some parents are like that, ignoring problems in plain sight. As long as no disturbance was evident above ground, they were happy to get on with their holiday. Thelma and Harry were also relieved that Louise wasn't going to create a fuss after all, as they didn't want to embarrass Henri, or his parents. It would be a pity to ask them to pay for extra accommodation, as they recently had had a few business setbacks. Perhaps next year, she could go on holiday with her schoolfriends to a campsite, but she was still only 18, a young girl and Henri nineteen, as the French stay longer at school to take their baccalaureate.

They had been registered as brother and sister, in the hotel, just in case of trouble, with Henri's passport.

After dinner, everyone was feeling sleepy, having spent so much energy cycling, so decided to go to bed early. "Do you want to wash first Henri, or shall I?" Louise asked downstairs in the lounge.

"Oh, I'll go first Louise, you can follow whenever you want, I'll be about 10 minutes. Bonne nuit, Thelma, et Harry."

"Bonne nuit, Henri, sleep well!"

"Such a nice boy," says Thelma after he had gone upstairs to the attic extension, where we were, sleeping in an old box room. It was a very big room with skylight windows that opened with a lever that raised them to allow in fresh air, but as it had been very hot during the day, the room was still quite warm.

"Yes, but he seems shyer than when we last saw him," I said.

"Perhaps he feels unwelcome after all that fuss you made this afternoon," Dad remarked.

"Perhaps. I'd really like to get in some flute practise, do you think there is somewhere I can play?"

"I'd forgotten that you brought it along. Perhaps Margaret will let you play in their garden, sometime. We can take your music and stand over tomorrow, I'm sure they won't mind. I think Margaret plays the piano, and I saw one in their living room."

"Yes, I think Robbie said that he has had piano lessons too, although I don't think he plays much now, I'll ask him tomorrow."

"He also seems quite quiet, but still quite a cheeky fellow, a budding egghead, I hear," Dad interjected.

"Possibly," I say, he says he's good at logic, like Sherlock Holmes."

"Oh, so you have that in common at least. Well off you go - sleep well darling."

So, I climbed the three flights of stairs to the attic, I was a little puffed when I reached our floor, and whew, it was hot in the corridors! I hope Henri has managed to open the skylights, as they are quite heavy.

When I opened our bedroom door, I saw that Henri had turned out the light and was pretending to sleep. As it was still quite light outside, so I could see he was pretending. Since I'd had a swim and a wash in the sea, I didn't feel like having a bath, so nipped into the bathroom, had a quick pee and brushed my teeth, and wash down below, just in case there was any sand remaining- it has a nasty habit of getting into crevices and grooves - and returned to the room without changing in the bathroom, not as I'd said I would to Mum, what was the point? Henri must have seen all that he needed to on the beach this afternoon, although, I would have liked to have seen a bit more of him, it seemed less frightening and more attractive than I thought before, perhaps I could have another peek later, when he was really asleep. Am I a bad girl, I wonder? Probably!

I was actually quite tired; it had been a very unusual day. Nothing much like it, had happened to me before, ever! I'll soon have to see what arrangements can be made to avoid any nasty complications, but meanwhile, I'll be extra careful in case Henri, tries anything, which I'm sure he won't, as I'll discourage him by going to sleep at once.

Whew, it's still quite warm, no need for bed covers, just a pillow. I'll just wear my cotton nightie for the time being. How will I get into it? Take all my clothes off, and then pull it over my head, letting it slide slowly over my boobs, than my fanny, or should I do it, as if in a nuns' changing room, or what I imagine a nuns' changing room to be like. First pull it over my bra then remove my bra from under it, and then remove my pants from underneath, keeping the goods out of sight of prying eyes? Oh, what the hell, it is too hot to bother about that, I'll just strip and assume he isn't looking; although I'm sure he is! I can see his eyelids flickering. So, I will stand by the window, take off my bra slowly whilst facing him, then make a half turn and remove my pants, sashay my hips as we were taught in the musical last year, then raise my arms and let the nightie slide over my head. I'll wiggle my hips a bit more, as I let it slide over my bum. It might amuse him to watch my cunt jiggling in front of him, then I'll jump into bed.

After completing these quite elaborate manoeuvres, I felt quite happy with myself. Until Henri says "Bravo! quel talent! Les Folies appelle! Tu es un peu trop petite, mais très, très, sexy et tu as une jolie fesse!

"You shouldn't have looked, not very gentlemanly!"

"Well, I don't know any gentlemen and why waste a beautiful moment. As we say in France, nous sommes gourmet, pas gourmands!"

"So, you intend to eat me, do you?"

"I don't think so, you must have had enough of that this afternoon with little Robbie."

"Now that's unkind, he can't help being young for his age! Besides, he's got very adult sensibilities!"

"Yes, I noticed, very sensitive for one so young and er, so small!"

"I think you're being a bit jealous; he's very sensitive and also empathetic. He'll soon be grown up." "Yes, but meanwhile he isn't, and you are, nearly fully, in the most important respects."

"I don't think sex is only about mechanics."

"Really! Have you had a lot of experience?"

"No, not at all, but I can use my imagination."

"You're probably right, but you have to have some experience to form the basis for these interesting imaginings, don't you think?"

"You're probably right; unlike you, a Don Giovanni with a long list of conquests I've very little experience, I'm very innocent!"

"Unfortunately, none en España! and, not nearly as many as I would like elsewhere, either! But we can both learn from and teach each other, don't you think?" "What're you driving at? I would have thought Simone would have been enough for one day."

"What do you mean? she wouldn't let me!"

"She wouldn't let you do what,"

"Baiser elle, stupide."

"Well, you aren't going to fuck me either!"

"Mmm, j'ai des contraceptives que j'achetai en les machines sur le bateau."

"I thought they were illegal in France?"

"There's no restriction about using the toilets on the boat and they sell them in slot machines there."

"So, how many have you got?"

"Not many, but enough for tonight I imagine. I bought two packets, each contain three. But the instructions are in English, perhaps you could help?"

"I don't think so, what for? We're not going to fuck tonight, or any night, try again with Simone!"

"She said that she wants to stay a virgin till she's married. She promised the nuns!"

"Well good for her! But you and she seemed to pretty close, so perhaps you should persevere a little tomorrow?"

"I didn't think you'd noticed! You were too busy seducing the little fellow!"

"What do you mean? It was completely the other way!"

"Well, you know best, I'll ask Robbie tomorrow and see what he says, there are usually at least two points of view to every story. Meanwhile, come and kiss, my cock! You know you're really longing to, you haven't taken your eyes off it since you came in!"

"How dare you be so presumptuous! Before today, sorry yesterday, I'd never seen a penis in that state!"

"Well now you have! and I imagine it has given you something to think about." With that threw off the sheet and he uncovered his upstanding banana! "You're a flute player, I guess it must be bit like fellatio!"

"Funnily enough, that's a frequently discussed topic among the woodwind section of our orchestra."

"So, this afternoon wasn't your first time? I was very jealous."

"You mean you wanted to fellate Robbie?" I ask curiously.

"What were you upto with Simone?"

"Noooo again, it was mainly the other way round! And you're not the only one, who can be jealous!"

"You mean you want to have it off with Simone! She's a very pretty girl, but I would have thought quite definitely a heterosexual-like you!"

"You don't know what my inclinations really are, do you?"

"No, but do you?"

"Probably not, but I don't really fancy going down on Simone, too much like having to wade through a gorse bush, very scratchy, if you see what I mean!"

"All in the day's work, Louise, you have to take the rough with the smooth! And you fancy me a bit don't you, Louise?"

"Which bit did you have in mind?"

"The obvious one for a start!"

"With so much to choose from I wouldn't know where to begin," I smile.

"Well, you are a flautist, improvise on my instrument! Play it by ear! Members only of course!"

"Ha! so many pointed remarks! But you're English is improving!"

I feel uncertain, a penis isn't a thing of beauty but has potency; the source of life and pleasure and a symbol and more than that, a real object of domination mainly of women. Still by disparaging some aspect, obviously not size in Henri's case, I can bend him a bit. Penises should bring pleasure, if they fall short, then physical size is an irrelevance, even a focus of ridicule, a big nothing!

And I don't like being ordered about or treated like some convenient sex slave; Henri will have to learn some lessons before he becomes a total prick! But we can still have a little fun, no point in wasting good opportunities!

"How would you like me to serve you, Pasha Henri? I'm your slave for the next few minutes?" Henri grimaces at my heavy sarcasm.

"Take off your nightgown, I want to see your cunt juices flowing as you do your work!"

"How crude! So, you want me to sit on your face?"

"Not sure, I'm not keen on soixante neuf, it's too difficult to manage for beginners like you, you'll probably end up suffocating me or drowning me with your juices. Start first at the side."

"Ok, shall I start at the top like a whistle, or like a side flute?" Sorry! I think I may have asked this question already today, but nevertheless the same question is just as relevant now, perhaps more so!"

"From the top and work backwards and then if there's time, forwards again, but be quick, I think I'm coming already!" I give the banana a gentle lick at the glans, the uncovered tip that looked like a helmet, did I mention that like Robbie, Henri is also circumcised, what is it with these guys? It doesn't seem to make them less sensitive, though. I'll have to go very, very slowly or I might repeat the same fiasco as at the Christmas party. I cautiously work round the base of the glans, with puckered lips, I watch his expression, now he is transported to another level of consciousness, entirely focused on sensations from his willy. His only awareness of me is my massaging lips. All other senses are lost. I have been transformed into a mouth, an object of pleasure. So be it, that is the nature of this kind of masturbatory sex, very one sided, egocentric or phallocentric! Perhaps it's not entirely one sided, because I am getting a kick out of controlling his pleasure, I can switch it on or off. But it isn't nearly as much fun as having it done to me by Robbie this afternoon. But it is a form of pleasure and if Henri, touches me, I'll lose my concentration and control, so for now, better stick to one thing at a time. I move slowly down the long shaft sucking and blowing, then I return and take the now molten glans deeply into my mouth, my tongue pressing the underside and forcing the upper side against my hard palate, my teeth gently dent his skin, I hope he doesn't think I'm going to castrate him! It must be a fear, but not tonight. What would Mummy say if she saw us now?

I can feel his shaft contracting, so I squeeze his balls, to see if that slows things down; it doesn't! He whimpers and out shoots his jism stream, I am prepared, so avoid being choked to death. Henri sighs, I can't help feeling that this isn't a sigh of fulfilment, more of regret, un petit mort, perhaps he wishes someone else had been the milkmaid? When he returns to the present tense.

I ask him, "Did I give you much pleasure, Pasha?"

"Yes, Louise, much pleasure, now please go to sleep," With that he turned on his side and settled down for sleep. Wretch! I thought, what about my pleasure! he didn't seem to care about that at all. Not even a grateful kiss! Oh well, tomorrow I will insist that he does me first! He'll have to repay for my service.

Chapter 8 Early morning

The dawn summer sun shining low through the skylight, and lighting the attic ceiling, woke me about 5.15am. I felt quite uncomfortable, wanting a pee, and feeling horny at the same time, I hadn't bothered to put my nightie on last night after fooling about with Henri, and didn't feel like putting it on now as it would disturb Henri who was sleeping noisily. Should I risk nipping across the corridor... if I make it quick? So I tiptoed to the door, opened it, it squeaked and I saw Henri stir, but didn't wait of apologise... nipped across to the loo, did my business, whoosh, a cursory wipe and opened the door, to my horror, I saw the bellboy's blond mop of hair as he climbed the stairs with his bucket and cleaning materials, probably coming to clean the bathroom for the guests. I don't think he saw me, as I pushed open our door, he didn't seem to react. Oh well! Even if he did see me where's the harm? I'm sure he has seen worse sights.

Henri seemed to have stirred judging from his Priapic state but was still semi-conscious. But then, he said, "Come over here you noisy cow, Viens ici, sale bête!"

"I am not dirty!"

"I'm sorry about last night, went to sleep too soon, I think I was tired from the afternoon's excitement."

"What's to be sorry about? I slept like a log till now." I lied.

"Anyway, come here and I'll make it up to you." He stretched out and took a small packet from his bedside table. "These are the contraceptives, I mentioned. Do you want to have a fuck?"

"But I've never done it before. It may hurt, and I think maybe I should wait for a real lover." "Mon dieu, quelle merde! what nonsense, I can see you want it, look at your wet cunt! Complètement trempe!"

"Rubbish, I've just had a pee!"

"Mmm, if you say so! Anyway, help me with this contraceptive, I've never, used one before."

"I thought you said you were very experienced in these things!"

"A slight exaggeration, possibly." With that he tore open the packet and out came a rubber ring with a small balloon inside. I placed the ring on top of his willy and unrolled it down to the base. It fitted very well, a little shiny.

"Now what?" I asked, in a matter of fact tone.

"We fuck of course!"

"Just like that?" I said, "You want me to open my legs so that you can stick your willy into my cunt like some whore in a seaside brothel?"

"In a word, oui, pourquoi pas?"

"That's three!"

"Oh, come on Louise, don't be afraid, it's obvious we both want to!" I had to admit that I was pretty excited, so I lay on my back and opened my legs, He experimentally prodded around, first he seemed to be pushing into my anus,

"Not there idiot!" I hissed, "Here let me show you!" I held his very hard willy and directed it to the correct orifice.

"Ah that's better! But I can't feel much through the rubber, but I can tell you are quite ready." He pushed in a bit further, I was so wet that it went down, or up easily, and was surprised, that I felt no pain at all, it was really quite pleasant. Perhaps Uncle Jim had done the job without me noticing that time in Troon? Anyway, once we were fully engaged, he grabbed my buttocks and pulled me towards him grinding his pubic bone against mine. He then withdrew a little and sunk back in again, pulling me backward and pulling me forwards again. I soon was able to keep time by myself and even began to lead a bit by keeping the pace to the one I liked better. It was really good fun! However, in reality, it didn't last very long, perhaps a couple of minutes and we both climaxed, he just before me, I could feel his willy jerking and then contracting. I climaxed just then. He quickly removed himself, pulled off the soaking rubber and chucked it on the floor. I would have liked it even more it had lasted a bit longer, but for a first effort it wasn't at all bad. I don't think I'll boast about it to Mum and Dad, although maybe to a friend or two at school next term... Henri meanwhile had gone back to sleep. It was still only about 5.30am at least another 2 hours till breakfast. Perhaps I'll see if the bathroom has been cleaned.

I opened the bedroom and nipped into the bathroom, to my dismay, I saw the young bellboy taking a pee in his newly cleaned toilet.

"Oh, come in lassie, I think we met earlier, What a racket you and your "brother" were making a few minutes ago, it got me quite excited, as you can see, for yourself."

He turned round to face me, showing an erect middle-sized willy, uncircumcised for a change, I noted.

"Can you do anything for this lassie, if ye do, I willna' mention what I heard to the management. I blushed a little, but nodded,

"We don't want a fuss, so OK just the once, but first can you let me do what I came here to do?"

"Be my guest, lassie, take a seat."

I gave a loud fart and peed copiously. He didn't seem to mind, I guess it was part of his trade.

"So, what's your name?"

"Davie,"

"Well Davie, what's your pleasure, och, we don't have much time, I have the other toilets to get done, so just toss me off." I knew quite well what he wanted, and was slightly relieved, as I didn't think I could borrow one of Henri's rubbers without a lot of hassle.

"OK, then Davie, let your trousers down, so I can do a proper job. He dropped his trousers down to his ankles and I saw that he had blond hair covering his belly. "How old are you Davie? And do you have a girlfriend?"

"18 and no, I'll be starting to train for the priesthood in Rome September."

"Mother of God," I gasped, "and here are you starting your priestly career with a bit of blackmail to procure sexual services! I imagine you'll be a Cardinal in no time." I grin.

"Well, I sincerely hope so!" he acknowledges also grinning. "You've a sharp wee tongue lassie, I think you should kneel and say a prayer for forgiveness."

"Forgiveness of what? I ask indignantly, "here are you blackmailing me into doing undignified things in front of you and then making me take part in degrading sexual acts! It's you that needs forgiveness! Big time!"

"Well, the forgiveness you need is for placing temptation in the way of pious young men like me, flashing your tail and boobs around in the full knowledge that I was in here and also rutting like a polecat on heat with your 'brother' all night long, you wanton hussy!" He growls fiercely, but then grins,

"Say after me, I'm a wanton hussy and I beg forgiveness!"

I say the words,

"Again!" he gasps very obviously excited.

"And you're a sexual predator!" I retort, and also smile; but I kneel obediently, finding it quite a convenient height, Davie is quite tall.

I also think, no wonder so many priests wander off the path, when they have so many young and older women kneeling in front of their crotches as if they were worshipping some Pharaoh in ancient Egypt and confessing their sexual peccadillos. Men in power are all the same, I thought, just as well they are so easily satisfied. One must stoop to conquer, I guess.

I gave him a lick to anoint his glans which was poking through the prepuce, like a tulip flower thrusting through its sepals to display itself in the spring air, and just to show that really I had no hard feelings, unlike those his willy must be feeling; rubbed, the stalk up and down two or three times: it had the desired effect, he splattered over my boobs, which were also rubbing the sides of his dick.

"Sorry, Sorry Louise! I didn't mean to inconvenience you in that way! Please let me clean you up!" He looks very contrite and is blushing with shame, he took a soap bar from the tray and put his hands under the tap and rubbed my boobs clean. He kissed, my nipples and lips and said, "Sorry for the inconvenience, I must rush, I'm running behind with the job, perhaps we'll meet again soon."

"That would be nice Davie, maybe you can find another closet, but I must get back to bed before I'm missed."

I sort of meant it, he seemed to be a nice, if opportunistic lad. Perhaps something can be arranged later, we'll see if anything turns up. Henri and Robbie are really a bit immature; it would be nice to get to know someone a bit more experienced.

I skipped back to our room without further mishaps, Henri was sound asleep, and it was still only 6.00am, time for another couple of hours sleep. Odd, how some momentous events, such as just happened, take much less time than you think. I wondered how much money I could have charged for the last few hours, if I changed my status from being an enthusiastic amateur to professional, I mused.

How silly, I'm going to be a barrister in the high court, although perhaps I could do a bit of moonlighting, I smiled to myself well satisfied with the day's events.

Chapter 9 Henri departs.

I got down late for breakfast, having slept in, I'd had a quick bath to get the sea and maybe other stuff washed out of my hair and came down to the family table to see gloomy faces. Henri's granny had taken ill, and his parents felt he should be at home, just in case things went from bad to worse.

Dad had arranged to take him to the train connection in Glasgow and decided that since the best train was in the afternoon to take mum along too and stay overnight in a decent hotel and see a show. They asked me politely if I wanted to come with, but I could tell they would prefer me to stay and I said I was quite happy to tag along with Robbie and Simone, if they'd have me. I'd also have the luxury of a room to myself! I smiled. Henri too, perhaps he'd had all he wanted of me, for the time being at least. He seemed anxious about his gran, who he loved very much, so was eager to get back to see her.

After a bit of hasty packing, they drove off to Glasgow. Henri's departing words to me as he got in the car were,

"Come and see me in Paris next year, I would love to show you my favourite places,"

I smiled, "I hope they will be cleaner than the last time I saw them!"

Mum looked a little pained, "Louise, isn't that a bit rude, of course you'd love to see Paris in the spring with Henri."

"Of course, Mum, of course! Au revoir, Henri, à bientôt." Henri smiled enigmatically, gave me a peck on the cheek and repeated "à bientot, chère amie."

So, as I was free for the day, I decided to have a look at the village shops, there were only a few, but some were dress shops for benefit the tourists. On the way, who should I meet, but my young noviciate friend.

"Hi Louise! My shift ends at 10am, and I'll be back on again from 5 till 8pm. How would you like to come to the Ceilidh, tonight after I'm off duty. We'll have lots of jigging and there is a great band, Jimmy Shand is coming, he's famous. It'll cost you mind; I think about half a crown. Do you have that?"

I looked in my purse. "Yes, I have a couple of 10-shilling notes."

"So, you're rich! You can buy us a round of drinks as well!"

"I haven't said I'd come!"

"You can bring a friend too if you want, a girl friend mind!" There's a minimum age of 18, but I'm sure, as long as you wear a bit of lipstick and eye make-up, you'll pass for 20." I said, I'd think about it and in any case I'm eighteen and if I saw him at dinner, I'd let him know whether I'd come with a girl-friend. I thought that he might suit Simone, and it would be fun. He added, "I see your brother has left the hotel, I hope he's alright you didn't have a fight or anything?"

"How kind of you to notice. Yes, his granny's unwell, and his mother asked him to return home; he's actually my half-brother, my Mum is Dad's second wife, I thought it best not to go into any further complicated fabrications."

"Ah, that explains it, only a half-incestuous relationship! See you later then?"

"Maybe."

So, I joined Margaret, Robbie and Simone and the girls for lunch, they said how sorry they were to hear about poor Henri's grandma, and of course I'd be welcome to stay with them for dinner. I said, well actually, I had been invited to a Ceilidh, to hear Jimmy Shand. Had they heard of him? Margaret said, yes, she had, she quite liked Scottish Country music, but found it a bit repetitive, "Rumpty, tumpty, tumpty, tum, ad infinitum,"

I sort of agreed but said it might be interesting for Simone to come along and join in "the only thing was it would cost half a crown for entrance"

At once Robbie said, that he hated that kind rubbish, so would be happy to give it a miss.

Simone looked at Margaret and she nodded her assent, "Yes, of course you can go, with Louise, meet her at the hotel, but don't be too late getting back, these things can get a bit hectic, some people may have a bit too much to drink. So, stick together and as an afterthought said, "If you want, you can stay with Louise to keep her company tonight in the hotel."

"That's a great idea," I said, "it'll be a bit lonesome without Mum and Dad." Robbie, smirked, but said nothing.

So that was settled. A cold mist and some rain that afternoon meant that we stayed in and played gin-rummy all afternoon, Sonia and Sheila joined in, Robbie read his book. About four, I said I would have to be off, as I had some things to buy at the chemist. I'd see Simone about sixish.

I bought a lipstick and eyeliner at the chemist, Mum had shown me how to use makeup before and we had to put it on when we gave concerts. Simone could use it to glam herself up too, if she felt like it. I needed a bit of a sleep, as I hadn't had much last night. About 5.30pm there was a light tap on the door and Davie, stuck his blond head around the door. I was quite decent, so beckoned him in.

He tiptoed in. "I'm not really allowed in guest rooms unless I'm bringing in the luggage." "Ah!"

"So, are you coming to the Ceilidh?"

"Yes, and my friend Simone will come along too to be my chaperone,"

"Oh, that won't be necessary, but my friend Neil will join us, so we'll be a foursome. Meet you in front of the church on the High Street at 8.30pm, we can buy the tickets at the door." "The ceilidh is in the Church then?" I asked?

"No, a few doors down, in the Church Hall. See you then, I have to be off." He gave me a brief kiss, which was a surprise, but I didn't object, as I said he is a nice-looking young man.

Chapter 10

The Ceilidh

Simone joined me about 6.30pm and we had supper together, I had fixed this with the hotel, as my parents had paid for meals and were away, the manager didn't object. It was ok, soup, fried fish and chips and custard. Simone didn't seem too keen, perhaps she hadn't acclimatised fully to the Scottish diet. After, we went up to my room and had a natter; I told her that we were to meet two boys, Davie, I mentioned was about to go to Rome as a student priest. This intrigued her, I said that I didn't know who he'd bring along, Simone said nothing. She had brought her night things with her, so said she would like to wash, and change into a clean blouse. "Of course, the bathroom is next door." When she returned, we had another natter, and I started to change too and put on a clean bra.

"I wish I'd a bigger chest," Simone said as she watched me change, "yours has such a nice shape, so attractive! you must have lots of admirers."

"Not so many, Simone, they're still quite new, I hope they don't grow much more, I believe in the golden mean, when it comes to boobs, and willys too, for that matter! Some are too small and others..."

"Simone got the point, and said apropos, "How did you get on with Henri last night? Was he a considerate lover?"

"Not especially, I hope he matures soon, he's a bit too cocky, if you know what I mean."

"Yes, I know what you mean, still I see from the beside cabinet, that you must have had some fun?" She pointed to the packets, which Henri, had forgotten to remove when he left. The chambermaid must have been a bit surprised too, but at least she didn't make off with them! I don't suppose they'll have much use again for a while!

I blushed, "Yes, briefly, if you know what I mean, and as it turns out I wasn't the virgin that I thought I was. I must have had an accident or something, some time back. I can't think how that happened!"

Simone, raised an eyebrow and said dryly, "Very mysterious, Louise, a miraculous misconception, perhaps? Maybe you should apply for beatification?"

"Oh, I don't think you can do that till your dead, Simone; but I guess you'd know more about that sort of thing, having been educated by nuns."

"I haven't accomplished anything miraculous yet and I'll remind you I'm still a virgin, pure as the snow!"

"Of course, you are Simone! I imagine that the Swiss are quite straight-laced too about that sort of thing, if you know what I mean!"

"Yes, we are, very!"

"Well, you've got perfectly nice boobs, so as long as you stand up straight, you'll be noticed, okay and you have a lovely innocent looking face and nicely shaped legs and hips, so you'll do fine this evening."

"Thanks for the reassurance, Louise! So, who is this Davie, when did you meet him?"

"Oh, I met him this morning in the corridor, he's the bell boy here in the hotel and we got talking. I think you'll like him. I have no claims on him, in case you were wondering."

"Ok, I'll bear that in mind. By the way, there seems to be a lot of drinking here, in the town, are we allowed to drink?"

"Officially no, but if you're discrete and ask one of the boys to buy it, you can pay them back once they've bought it, it will be ok, it's in a Church Hall, so keep it discrete and drink slow. The boys will probably try to get us drunk, so that they can take advantage. Pretend to laugh a lot, especially if they make any jokes! We do that in the Orchestra, the boys don't notice."

"I'll bear that in mind, Louise." Again, her intonation suggested that she was laughing at me, but I'm used to being patronised, it's probably because I have big boobs and am blonde: people think I must be stupid because I'm attractive. Let them!

"By the way Simone, do you want to use my make up?"

"I don't know, I haven't used it before, we straight-laced Swiss disapprove of painting our faces. Although I'm a Catholic, our Calvinist tradition, makes us reluctant to use it. We think it is a bit unpassend, loose!"

"Well do you want to use it, or not?"

"Ok then, but you must show me how!"

"Happy to! We'll start with the eyes, a little darkening of the eyelids, it emphasises the whiteness of your eyes. Not much need for that, but let's see, just a touch, and now a little on your eyebrows which are a bit light, now the mascara, to lengthen your long eyelashes and give them a bit of body, so you can flutter them appreciatively when he makes a joke."

"Who?" Davie of course, he'll suit you very well."

"So, you don't fancy him much then?"

"Not, especially. See what you make of him, from what you've told us, he seems a bit like your brother, but older, and perhaps more serious."

"You seem to have learned a lot in the corridor! You are a quick worker!"

I ignore this, "Now a little lipstick and a touch of blusher and you're done."

"Let me have a look. Yes, quite good, it makes my eyes more appealing and dramatic and diverts attention from my boobs."

"Precisely! Not so stupid after all!"

"So, we're ready, let's see what we've let ourselves in for."

The church was about a five minutes' walk from the hotel and the boys were waiting in front. "Hi Davie, this is Simone, the girl I mentioned. She's Swiss, over here as an au pair before going to College."

"Hi Simone, I'm Davie, and this is Neil, he's nearly finished his National Service, just here on leave." Neil is a small, but well-built and dark wavy guy, about 20 or 21, I'd guess, he looks nice, rather pale with a sharp pointed nose and quite serious.

"Hi Neil, I'm Louise, I'm still at school, going into second sixth form, to see if I can get a bursary to study law at Uni."

"Hi Louise, so you're telling us you're very clever."

I wasn't expecting such a sharp riposte, and blush. "No! but I want to stay an extra year to join our orchestral tour next year, it should be fun."

"Ah! what do you play?"

"Flute."

"Nice! I used to play the piano, but not well, I'm afraid, too busy with schoolwork and sport."

Meanwhile Simone and Davie were getting to know each other. "So how, long are you staying in Scotland?"

"Only a few weeks more, I'll be starting catering school in a hotel in Neuchâtel in September."

"Oh, I'll be off abroad, too, to Rome, I'll be attending the Scot's Seminary at the Vatican, it's called 'Il Pontifico Collegio Scozzese'. It's where most Scottish intendants for the priesthood go for their theological training. It was founded about 400 years ago."

"I imagine you're looking forward to it?"

"Yes and no! Yes, it'll be an adventure and opportunity to study, theology and sociology, but confidentially no, because I don't want to be cooped up in a seminary for the rest of my life, with a lot of men!"

"I see, you know, you're very like my brother, indeed he could be your younger brother, maybe he's not quite so clever as you and he's about 4 years younger than you, 14."

"I'm not so clever, not nearly as clever as your friend Louise for example," he grins, "or Neil, who is really clever, he was dux in my school, a couple of years ago."

"What's a dux?"

"Best school leaver in the year, and my school is very competitive, St Aloysius. The top Catholic school in Glasgow, run by the Jesuits."

"You speak of it as if I should have heard of it, I haven't, although I went to a Catholic girls' school in Neuchâtel."

"Sorry, my mistake, I assumed, like most Scottish folk that we're the centre of the universe, Glasgow's Great and all that crap! It very definitely isn't, it's a midden!"

"Sorry Davie, what's a midden?"

"Sorry, a Scottish dunghill."

"Well, I'm learning lots of new vocabulary this evening, I'm sure it'll come in handy," smiles and bats long eyelashes.

I observe out of the corner of my eyes that Davie, looks enchanted. I think that Neil is ok too, a bit small, but very muscular. "Do you like being in the army Neil?" I ask.

"Yes and no, Louise, I like the travel and the sport and stuff, but I really am not at all keen on being shot at, although I quite like my present job."

"What's that?"

"Tank commander in the HLI."

"Oh, my Dad was in the HLI. during the war, in Africa, Egypt and Palestine for a bit."

"Was he now? Well, he must have seen a lot of action."

"Mm yes, I think so, although he doesn't talk about it much, he was a Captain, what's your rank?"

"Staff sergeant, just promoted, quite rare for servicemen to reach that rank, although it helps if you can read and write and do some elementary maths, it puts you ahead of 95% of the men and most of the Ruperts."

"What are the Ruperts?"

"NCO slang for Sandhurst Officer graduates all pricks! Mostly completely up themselves!"

"My dad didn't go to Sandhurst, he volunteered in 1939 when he was about 30. He was an accountant, then and still is now, rather boring."

"What do you want to do after you finish your service?"

"In September I'll be going to Strathclyde Technical College to study chemical engineering. Next month I'll be free, of it all, providing I'm not killed. I've to go back to Cyprus next week to stop EOKA, from killing anyone who looks Turkish, or British."

"Sounds like fun."

"I assure you it isn't in the least. These guys are ruthless killers. Fortunately, I'm usually in a tank, so I'm reasonably well protected, unless they use firebombs," he grimaces.

"I didn't realize that it was so dangerous in Cyprus."

"Oh, it is, not that the Turks are any better, a load of treacherous bastards! But they're being outwitted by that wily old bastard Archbishop Makarios, so, it won't end well for them."

"Yes, we see Makarios, being monstered on the TV news, a sort of Greek devil. Difficult to negotiate with a devil who wants us out of our airbase, in Larnaca or Akrotiri, is it?"

"Do, I detect a touch of scepticism, young Louise? So, you don't approve of our divine right to empire?"

"No, I think it's all a bit overblown and not worth the bloodshed. I'm sure it'll cost us more to defend than it would to give back. We should concentrate on home affairs."

"Mmm, sounds like sense. I don't think the Ruperts would approve though, nor our Colonel in Chief, Princess Margaret, right wee cow, she is, by the way."

"Neil, I'm shocked! She's the Queen's sister! You're supposed to love her like your mother, aren't you?"

"Aye, some do still, especially Daily Express readers! Unbelievable!"

"Yes, my parents read it, and the Glasgow Herald of course, they're swimming against the tide, though."

"Yes, the British establishment are too heavily invested in the Empire. It's part of their self-image as 'Overlords of the Empire', so they won't give up without a fight, and I'm afraid, it's me and my mates who will have to do that for them for foreseeable future!"

"All this is far too serious, for a night at the Ceilidh, don't you think? I'm sure Simone and Davie aren't talking about such political stuff."

"Not sure, Davie is quite a serious fellow, when you get to know him."

I wondered what Davie, had said about me, so probed cautiously, "I don't know Davie well, only met him yesterday in the Hotel, where he seems to be a very thorough cleaner."

"Yes, he said that he didn't know you either, but he thought you were a nice girl as well as a pretty one, I agree with that by the way, at least the last bit."

"Well, thank ee, kind sir! It's so nice to be appreciated, by such discerning young men as you and Davie!"

"Don't take it like that Louise, I meant it sincerely, at least the bit about you being pretty and all that. How old are you by the way, 17-18?"

"Why, do you want to know if I'm above the age of consent?"

"Well, if we're being frank, and we are, yes-probably!"

"Why should that matter to you?"

"One wants to know where one stands, I suppose, doesn't one, Louise?"

"Well, you're in luck, I was 18 last month."

He smiles, "good, nay worries then!"

"About getting into the Ceilidh you mean?"

"No, I think they'll take anyone in who can pay a half-crown, and who isn't stinking drunk, no matter what age they are!"

"Sorry! I think Davie, mentioned that the minimum age for entry was 16."

"Och, what does he know? He comes frae Glasgow, like me, talking out of his arsehole as usual."

Davie overheard this last remark. "What calumnies are you telling Louise about me?"

"That you said, there was a minimum age for entrance to the Ceilidh."

"Isn't there? that's what the office in the Hotel says."

"I suppose they want to discourage, kids from attending, they can be quite a nuisance, I can tell you - not that some adults aren't too, but it is a filter. Anyway we're here, so let's go and find a table to sit."

Chapter 11 The Church Hall,

We paid our half-crown entrance fee and passed into the hall, without any problems. There were about 50 or 60 people in the room mainly youngish women, who seemed to be waiting, we assumed that the guys would turn up later, after finding their courage in the pubs.

The band were just tuning up, the band leader, Jimmy Shand, was about 50 bald and very smartly turned out in formal Scottish dress wear, black dress velvet jacket, tie and kilt, and tartan socks. The rest of the band probably session players, weren't quite so smart, but still wearing kilts. Jimmy played accordion; the others, another accordion, double bass, drums and piano. They played wall to wall, traditional Scottish country dance music, a Scottish equivalent, of Country and Western music. Jimmy certainly knew what his audience wanted and gave it to them non-stop. Gay Gordons, eightsome reels, Strip the Willow, the Bluebell polka were favourites. At the beginning, no one was dancing just listening to the band playing their tuneful, but monotonous rhythms, they were very good at what they did. It is said that he was a favourite with the Royal Family, who were also well liked around these parts. They were always going to Highland games, prodding cattle and patronizing the peasants and the local gentry, who specially adored them all. Even the blessed Margaret!

We sat in a corner, as far from the band as we could go, so that we could talk without having to shout too much. Neil, being the oldest offered to buy us a round of drinks, I asked for a half a pint of shandy, Simone said she'd like to taste the local beer, but only a small glass, Davie and Neil had pints. I offered to pay for Simone and me, but Neil, wouldn't hear of it. "I'm getting well-paid now that I'm a sergeant!" We didn't demur, not a ladies' place to pay for drinks, it being implicit, that we would return the favours in kind, later.

I asked Davie if he had been to many dances like this?

"Och," he said, "they have one every week or so, during the summer season, but not usually a visiting band like Jimmy Shand's outfit, Tonight's a special occasion." He thought there would be quite a good crowd later and indeed the hall was filling up. We drank on and decided to have another; Davie, said he'd get the next round, when he returned after a few minutes, with beers, he claimed that the bar had run out of lemonade. I said, nothing but knowing him to be a wily fellow, I nudged Simone, who seemed oblivious, but did nudge me back.

We supped up and I said, "If we drink much more, you'll have to carry me home, I'm not used to strong drink." The boys smiled, "Also, I'll probably have to run for a pee, where are the loos, just in case?"

"There's a ladies loo at the other end of the hall; the gents, is outside." Neil said, "Let's have a quick dance whilst we're sober," looking at me. I nodded and hid my bag under the seat. Neil was a surprisingly expert dancer, and very athletic He explained, that that's what the regiment did in the evening. Everyone joined in, even the officers, "If it's done fast, it's good exercise you know, and good for the morale of the Regiment, too."

The next dance was a Dashing White Sergeant quite fast, and by about halfway through, the 'ladies' were perspiring freely, mostly the guys were sweating, except for Neil, who seemed to be impervious to both heat and vigorous exercise, an impressively fit, young man.

After the dance set finished, I said, "I need to take a pee. Will you wait for me, or do you want to dance with someone else, like Simone? Although I couldn't see where Davie and Simone had gone, our table was unoccupied. Neil said that he had only eyes for me and would wait outside. So, I relieved myself after standing in a queue for a vacant stall for few minutes and found Neil waiting outside the door. "It's becoming a bit stuffy in here, why don't we go outside to cool off" he said.

"Ok, I'll fetch my bag." When we left the hall, showing our tickets and being assured that we could come back any time, we found a bench in the shadows, behind to hall.

"Isn't that Davie and Simone over there?"

"Yes, but I'm quite happy sitting with you here, but if you want more company, we can join up." I sat down close and pressed against Neil's very muscular thighs. My goodness he is built like a bullock, I thought, I wonder, if the rest of him matches this strength.

Neil, put his arms around my shoulders, and pulled me close. "It's getting colder," he said, truthfully; then, turned and gave me a long kiss on the lips. Perhaps my head was turned towards him at the time because it seemed quite natural, although, I hadn't kissed, either Henri or Robbie, on the lips, it hadn't seemed appropriate, but now it did. I quite fancied Neil, although I wasn't sure where it would lead.

"Shall we go back?" I suggested after about 5 minutes of intensive mouth work.

"Back where, Louise?"

"To the hall of course! Where else did you have in mind?"

"Well back to your place."

"We wouldn't be able to get in, there's a night porter."

"Och, we can get in the back way," he said.

"Do you know if there's a back way?"

"There's a fire escape at the back, Davie uses it all the time, he showed me earlier."

"Did he now! how thoughtful of him."

"Yes, he is a thoughtful man and careful."

"I think you are too and audacious with it!"

"I l nous faut de l'audace, encore de l'audace, toujours de l'audace! " To quote Danton"

"So, you speak French too as well as being a bit of an audacious opportunist!"

"Mais, oui, mademoiselle!"

"Well, we have to tell Simone and Davie, shouldn't we? We can't just leave them, what would Simone think?"

"I think they may have already gone back, I saw them move off in that direction about 5 minutes ago."

"We were kissing then, how could you have seen them?"

"I keep my eyes open, in case of EOKA attacks!"

"Ah, I fully understand, but they might have told us that they had their fill of Jimmy Shand."

"Davie gave me a signal,"

"So, you'd prearranged that you would take us back to the hotel? That was a bit presumptuous, wasn't it?"

"Well yes and no, we thought the odds were very much in our favour."

"How insulting! I'm shocked!"

"Oh, come off it, Louise!" I sort of acquiesced, no point in playing the innocent virgin, when frankly the breeze was gaining strength, and I was becoming cold and beginning to shiver.

We walked back briskly and Neil, led me into a back lane behind the hotel. There was an open gate, and then we climbed up the metal fire escape, to the top floor. Neil put his hands to his lips and took off his shoes and motioned me to do the same. So, with cat-like tread, in silence tread our cautious way we steel, I was reminded of the 'Pirates of Penzance,' we played last year. But this was really a bit scary. What if we got caught? But obviously, I was being piloted by a pirate king! The fire escape door on our floor was already opened, Davie had obviously thought of everything. Cunning lad! I led the way into our room. The lights were off, but the streetlights showed that there was a pair of bodies lying on Simone's bed, in very close contact.

"Hi, Simone! Why didn't you say you were coming back?"

"We didn't want to disturb you, and we had something to discuss in private." It sounded rather lame to me, but I guess I wasn't exactly standing on the highest of moral grounds either. So, I nodded.

"Davie told me that he'd a master key to all the rooms and didn't want me to catch cold. So, he invited me to come into your room."

"That was very thoughtful and caring of him, Simone!"

"Well let's have a wee drop of whisky to warm us up, shall we? I've an emergency supply," Neil held up a half bottle.

Neither Simone nor I demurred, so Neil, poured out a full glass into two glasses, and we all had a sip or two; the lads a sip or four. I was really feeling quite giggly, and a little dizzy, the whole scene was a bit crazy, but fun. I had thawed out, was beginning to feel warm and Neil, gave me a hug and then another very long kiss, which made me feel quite breathless. Davie and Simone had covered themselves in a sheet, so I wasn't able to see clearly what was going on their side of the room. They were whispering to each other, quite a bit.

Meanwhile, Neil had managed to open my blouse without me noticing and had slipped the hooks off my bra, which was a relief because it was beginning to become quite tight.

"You have spectacular boobs," he said, "really first class."

"You've seen a few then?"

"Yes quite a few, I've travelled a bit. Some of the best are in Egypt, they do belly dancing there. Have you seen belly dancing? Louise"

"I saw a movie of an Egyptian belly dancer; she looked pregnant and was wearing a thick bra and a longish shirt and was able to twist her abdominal muscles into all kinds of absurd contortions. It was risible and not a bit sexy!"

"Yes, it can be like that, but in the right surroundings and with the right well-proportioned dancer, it's altogether another story! Have you ever thought of doing the dance of the seven veils?"

"What do you want me to say? No, I've never thought of dancing seductively? Well, I have, in her dreams every girl is a seductress, maybe some are better than others, because of their attributes and others because they can empathise with their would-be seducers, or prey."

"But a dancer needs a musical accompaniment, not like Jimmy bloody Shand, but a rhythmic drumbeat, something primal, elemental!"

"Can you play the drums, Neil?"

"Yes, I can! Here, let me demonstrate my drumming!" He takes a pen from his pocket and my hairbrush and starts tapping a rhythm with the pen and brush, "da, da, tush, da, di, da, tush" on the bedside tabletop. Soon he established a swaying rhythm that enfolded us: it pulsated, and I felt my body begin to follow the urgent beat. Simone and Davie, sat up against the wall, and added clicks and claps in time till we were all fully immersed in the movement and moment. The tempo quickened a little and I stood up in the middle of the room and swayed then rotated slowly, twisting my spine and turning to the left and right and holding my arms above my head, my bra was still hitched over my shoulders, loosened and revealed the left breast, the drumming beat louder and I dropped the other strap, the bra fell to the ground and my breasts shook free, I swayed them from side to side, and they shifted nicely, I then leaned forwards and backwards and the swung up and down, I then rotated my back left and right and my breasts rotated, too bad I didn't have tassels to attach to my nipples, but that might have been a bit too elaborate, and anyway, I seemed to be making the desired impression on Davie and Neil, although he was very much in control of the drumming, but nodding and smiling encouragingly.

Simone, then stood and she joined me on the floor, Neil nodded to her and smiled; she fell into time with the beat, her bra was already loose, so she quickly joined me in our topless state. Simone's breasts weren't as mobile as mine, they just hadn't the weight to move alluringly with gentle body motion. However, she had another card, perhaps a trump! A black triangular ace of spades, which she was not at all reluctant to use. Triangles certainly have their allure. Her skirt, become unhitched, and fell slowly to her ankles, she was wearing translucent panties, which as she was perspiring, stuck tightly to her hips revealing dark hirsute traces at the front, and a deeply etched buttock crevice at the back.

Simone and I slowly, started dancing together, hips to hips, breast contra breast. We're about the same height, her skin darker toned than mine, which has a white peachy tint, her darker hue was emphasised by her newly acquired sunburn. I placed my hands on her hips, the beating drum held its pace, I gently and slowly pulled down her pants, she did the same for me, unhurriedly removing the flimsy garments, but we kept our crotches close, so that they could only be briefly seen by Davie and Neil with occasional tantalizing disclosures. Simone's bush was now rubbing against me and radiated a lot of heat, I guessed this was exciting her to a state of near frenzy, too! I wanted to push forward and grind into her, surprising, as I'd never felt such queer urges before. So, I pushed into the burning bush, which was becoming more like a wet rag, as was mine. Just as well Neil's drumming stopped just then, or we would have been rolling together on the floor. Neil, gave a final crescendo drum roll followed with a quiet clap, supported by Davie.

"That was a wonderful show, girls," Neil murmured, "I haven't ever seen anything as stimulating, and I've seen quite a bit! It has certainly lit my fire, come see for yourself, Louise."

I said, "It was the drumming that put us in the mood; you have a real talent, Neil, I'm sure you could get a permanent gig in any souk bordello!"

"The whisky helped too!" muttered Davie.

I returned to rejoin Neil. I'm unsure what Simone and Davie did then because, I was so hot and sweaty and randy as a polecat on heat, that I paid them no heed. I made a grab at Neil's crotch and pulled the zip, his cock sprung out like a jack in the box. It wasn't long, but wide and looked a bit like a one-eyed bull terrier, pale and pointy with a single mean half-closed eye and very ready to bite when unleashed. I reflected that the old saw that once you had seen one, you had seen them all, was nonsense! He pulled off his pants and pulled me down onto him. I could feel him broaching the castle portcullis which was fully open with the welcoming mat spread out and covered in natural lubricant. But, he delayed, took a slim packet from his pocket, unwrapped it and rolled it on, very quickly, and expertly. His pointy nose punched its way into me and at the same time he pulled me quite forcefully onto him, so that he reached the summit in a single thrust. I felt him hit the buffers with a little force, it was like an electric shock, thrilling! I was already near to climaxing; my vagina, contracting spasmodically over his thick and distended cock. Then, unexpectedly, he grabbed by buttocks tightly and thrust his index finger deeply into my anus, whilst still thrusting his willy, in a two-pronged pincer attack, a joint offensive, or maybe a reciprocal raid. However, in contrast to a siege, where the defenders are starved, in this case, I'm being stuffed full to the brim! But who needs metaphor at a time like this? We hadn't bothered with covers, so I was unaware that Davie and Simone were sitting up enjoying the floor show. We bounced around for a minute or so until I had a gigantic spasm, and my anus contracted very tightly round his finger. I could feel a release of fluid spurt from my vagina, I wondered if I'd peed over him. I gave a loud involuntary groan. He came just after me. I could feel his willy contracting all along the length of my vagina, it was blissful, if a trifle sordid, whew!" "Neil, which was terrific fun, where did you learn that trick with your fingers?"

"Hmm? I didn't think you would mind too much. I learned it from a lady friend in Cyprus. She taught me a lot."

"This lady friend, was she also in the army?"

"No, she's Turkish, lives in Kyrenia, where our tank group was based."

"How convenient, for you both! Do you intend seeing her again?"

"Probably not, she's married to a Turkish airman, who at the time was posted to the eastern border close to Syria, she told me. She was very lonely, so I filled in, so to speak, when he was away."

"She didn't charge extra for the lessons?" He smiled,

"Oh, and she also has a kid of 2."

"She may soon have another, I imagine!" I smiled uneasily.

"No worries! I was well protected. You can't be too careful when you're abroad, or at home for that matter!"

"Well, I hope her husband doesn't get to hear about it, otherwise, that nice tackle you have might become detached. Still, it's nice to be the beneficiary of all this ancient eastern wisdom! A memorable experience, although when you think about it, a bit dirty, don't you think?"

"Why should sex be clean? A total misconception! But, thanks, Louise, I hope I didn't hurt you in any way?"

"No, but I just hope the rest of my sex life won't be long anti-climax! A bathetic decline!"

Simone who had been silent for the last few minutes, spoke softly.

"I agree with Neil, there is too much prudery around anal sex. Why should it be singled out as taboo orifice? After all, the other genitalia are multifunctional. You guys, use you cocks to pee with and fuck with and masturbate with. Oh yes, you do Davie! I know!" She squeezed his balls and yanked his willy for emphasis. She continued, "The vagina is used for lovemaking, as we've seen very graphically illustrated just now, and for giving birth, I hope not very soon in your case, Louise! So why should the anus be used only for expelling shit, when it can also moonlight as a hedonic organ? Obviously, things can get a bit dirty and smelly, but so can my vagina unless I wash it, as we were taught in school, and your willy smells foul, unless you clean the smegma from the end, as I remind my young brother."

"My goodness, Simone, you could be a biology teacher, albeit a rather a subversive and transgressive one! I think you might find it difficult to promulgate these obvious truths here in Calvinist Scotland," Neil said and continued: "It's probably because, we don't like the idea that enjoyment of sex should be other than an exclusively male dominated affair. We feel we should be conquerors, not equal participants! The act should be form of desecration of the innocent; so proper ladies should lie back and take it, pretending to be compliant victims. Also, we don't much like the idea of men having sex with men, although in the army, it's quite common. When we're abroad, we pretend not to notice, only when it becomes, nasty involving blackmail, bullying, or very obvious sadism does it become a problem. We should be more tolerant, I think of anal sex, as Simone has so eloquently, argued."

"Yes Neil, I have heard that such things are commonly practised in the army."

"So, Neil, are you saying that all sex is a form of transgression, steeped in sin, a violation of innocence?"

"I think, sex without official licence it probably is Louis. However, a major part of the erotic stimulus, comes from the wish or drive we feel to uncover, or reveal of those parts that are normally hidden from view or mysterious like breasts. These would quickly lose much of their allure if all women went around bare chested. In a nudist colony, bare breasts don't raise any eyebrows or pulse rates after the first day! The number of erect willies also decreases abruptly.

The erotic impact of the dance you and Simone just did came from the subtilty that you very skilfully employed, with gradual and progressive and fleeting exposure of the mysterious objects of desire. Too blatant or too prolonged a display would have blunted its impact. It's the same with erotic "literature. A gradual built up with progressive discovery is essential to creation of any erotic effect. It works if the viewer or reader is led along a tortuous trail to the final revelation. The excitement, is heightened if the journey towards exposure is arduous, And once revealed, the object of desire should then quickly return to shadow to conserve its impact."

"Too philosophical for me, Neil. I think sex should be simple!"

"Perhaps, you think that way, because you're still an inexperienced novice, Louise? You don't see the bigger picture."

"All this goes against what the Church teaches, at least the Catholic church, but quite frankly, the teaching and practice as far as I've seen, are separate affairs. If I ever get to a position of power in the Church, I'll try to do something about it."

"Then you really will have to get to the top ranks in the Curia, Davie, and wait for times to change! Perhaps in another fifty years, otherwise you'll be drummed out of the Priesthood with your tail very much between your legs! You don't want to be a disgraced, priest or nun!" Simone said.

"More like another five hundred years," muttered Davie.

"Don't rock the boat and omerta are the cardinal rules, and the Cardinals make sure they are enforced rigorously in Switzerland, at least," Simone whispered.

"Here in Scotland, too they stick to trade union rules," Davie added.

"Davie," I asked, kindly I thought, "are you really, really, sure that you want to be a priest? You might be making a serious mistake?"

"Och, I'll give it a shot, Louise, and if it doesn't suit me after a few years, I'll do something else. They do provide an excellent academic training, as well as all the theology, which I like anyway."

"Fair enough, I suppose you can change courses, become a doctor, or an engineer."

Neil added, "Louise is right, I too think you'd make a fine doctor."

"A gynaecologist perhaps," muttered Simone.

"I'll keep it in mind, when I'm saying prayers at Terce. For sure, I'll miss all this entertainment, and female company too!" he said, whilst giving Simone a tight squeeze and kiss on her cheek.

Neil and Davie, left via the fire escape soon afterwards. Simone and I were so tired that we even omitted to brush our teeth, we slept soundly till breakfast, a bit hung over. Davie was probably right though; it could have been the whisky that did it!

Chapter 12 Now we are three.

Louise and her family were to return home to on the following day and we too at the end of the week, so I suggested we all have a final hike in the woods. This was an extensive forest, which had been planted between the wars. It had some wild-life, deer and red squirrels, woodpeckers and magpies and the occasional eagle or hawk flew over on the off chance of catching a field mouse in the many forest clearings where huge mounds of sawn logs were stacked ready to be dispatched, whenever required. This requirement never seemed to arise, however, as for some reason, Scottish wood was no longer in demand, so the stacks grew higher, the usual planning cockup had led to a slump in demand for timber because it that war time demands for timber would remain at the same level forever. It hadn't, hence the unattended stacks of timber.

We parked our bikes at the forest gates car park. This was empty, as almost nobody visited this lonely place anymore. We set off along one of the marked pathways climbing steadily up into the hills behind. We walked for about two miles until we emerged into high moorland and spied a small lake in a valley below. "Let's see what the lake looks like, perhaps we can have another swim," I said.

"Ok, Robbie, run ahead and see if it there's anywhere decent. We'll follow, I'm feeling pretty shattered." Simone, agreed, she also felt drained of energy. Robbie ran ahead, and was soon out of sight, Simone and I spontaneously held each other's arms and walking arm in arm, like young lovers.

I felt a sudden urge to give her a kiss. I'd miss her when I returned home, Simone seemed to anticipate me, and we found ourselves clinched in a tight embrace. The erotic feeling I'd had when we rubbed crotches last night in our little dance, returned, nearly as strongly. I wanted to feel her close. "Gosh, I going to miss you, Simone!"

"Moi aussi, Louise, I've never had a real girlfriend my own age to share my thoughts with." "Me neither, Simone. We've been so honest and open together, like some kind of psychotherapy week!"

"Still being with boys is different, there is the continuous tension and misunderstanding, and anxiety about what they're thinking. There's less ambiguity, better empathy, with another girl."

"I'm not so sure, Louise. I think there are still ambiguities, relating to the needs or drives and their thoughts of any other, I'm not sure that the sex thing is the whole story," Simone said thoughtfully, as she placed her hands on my breast. "Does she want what I want?' isn't so much different from, does he want what I want? It needs a declaration, the relationship between a man and woman is only initially less ambiguous."

"Do you mean Simone that men know what they want from the women in a focussed way, whereas what women want from the man is more diffuse."

"I suppose, there is better mutual understanding of needs and greater frankness between women, but also freedom from worries about conception, which is obviously a worry when we're with men, unless they're eunuchs.

"You're referring to Robbie, Louise? I don't think he qualifies; he has clear sexual aspirations although at present lacks some of the capacity to fulfil them. But I've observed he's progressing very quickly."

"Yes, he's a sweet boy, but still a boy! Let's put that to the test, shall we Simone?"

They reached the water edge soon afterwards to find Robbie, waiting in a small sheltered bay, by the rocky side of the tarn. A thin layer of grass covering the surround, which sloped steeply upwards into the heather moor. One could lie on the grass quite comfortably at it was sunny and the midges weren't too hungry. We lay down without any desire to swim or undress. Robbie lying between Simone and me.

Robbie asked us if we had enjoyed the Ceilidh, we nodded. Simone said, "Yes, it was like the village dances they have at home in Switzerland. A similar kind of accordion band with people dancing and drinking. Our country music is quite similar to yours, designed for simple energetic dances. It was fun for a time."

"Did you meet anyone interesting?"

"We met a couple of interesting and very bright young men: a soldier who was on leave from Cyprus, and a young man who was about to become a novitiate priest in Rome, who I think Simone liked."

"What did you like about him, Simone? Was he tall, dark and rich?"

"No Robbie, he was tall, blond and I think quite poor, but very bright, and had a good sense of humour, which I liked. Though from some of the things he said, I'm not sure whether he'll ever actually become ordained. I think he wants to do other things with his life."

"It sounds as if you had a pretty serious discussion, unusual I would think at a ceilidh."

"Yes, but we spent some time together after we left."

"Really Simone, it was a very cold outside last night with that wind blowing off the sea, where did you go?"

Simone blushed, "We went back to Louise's room, so that we could talk in peace and quiet." "How did you get in? You can't just drag young men into a hotel room at night, without paying, can you?"

"My goodness Sherlock, you are so very perceptive! Davie, knew the back way into the hotel, which avoided the front desk."

"I see Simone, so he's working in the hotel then? You were lucky you weren't caught, it might have been awkward explaining what you were doing with this guy to Mum and Dad, when they had to bail you out of the local nick! I don't think the explanation that you were discussing Catholic ethics and theology would cut it at a Protestant cop shop!" He smiled but looked mildly concerned. "You could have been fined or worse, done for vagrancy, or indecency, or burglary!" Adding, "What would Mum have to say about that, I wonder?" Robbie, in his role as a Scottish Savonarola, John Knox II, enforcer of public morality, was trying to see how much of guilt trip he could wring from the girls. Not too much, judging from appearances.

"And Louise, what were you doing whilst Simone and her priestly friend were confessing their sins to each other and no doubt adding a few at the same time?"

"Oh, we joined them shortly afterwards. My friend knew the way into the hotel as well." "So, you and Simone, were picked up by two blokes and you spent the night with them in Louise's room whilst her parents were galivanting in Glasgow? My, my! it reminds of a scandalous scene in that play 'Under Milkwood' by Dylan Thomas, like stray dogs!"

"Well Robbie, I don't think it was any worse that what we all did together with Henri, do you?"

Robbie was unperturbed, "Well firstly we knew each other, already," then he realized that this was rather a weak rebuttal, and burst out with his real objection, "and secondly, I was excluded from the fun!" Not logical, but it more appropriately voiced the young Savonarola's real grouse.

"But Robbie, it was a mixed doubles match and spectators would have been unwelcome," Louise retorted. "Although, we thought of you quite a bit."

"How kind! Well, I missed you both a lot too, nearly wore myself out, thinking of you, in fact."

"Really Robbie? What sort of things did you imagine we were doing and what did you do about it?" Simone enquired, pushing the action back into Robbie's court.

"I'll tell you if you tell me what you got upto with your priest!"

"Ok, that seems fair, although it may prove a little embarrassing for all of us. We talked about the nature of priestly commitment to holy orders and what sort of sacrifices it would entail. I asked him if he would miss the company and intimacy of girlfriends. He said, 'he didn't know, as he hadn't yet foresworn their company, nor did he intend to till he arrived in Rome'. I said that obviously he knew that he had to swear a vow of chastity. 'What does chastity mean to you?' I asked.

"Well, obviously not having sexual relations with women!" He then asked me whether I thought that being chaste meant only, no relationships with women, or just not marrying them? Also, if women were embargoed, did chastity also exclude having warm and intimate relationships with men or children, or with oneself?"

I said that I didn't see how it could exclude masturbation, because everyone does that, don't they?

"I do, now and then, kind of, I get these uncontrollable urges and found myself ejaculating spontaneously, quite unable to stop. Sometimes it's quite painful." Robbie confessed "Also, I wake sometimes and find my pyjamas are wet with seminal fluid!"

Simone nods sympathetically, "My brother started off having wet dreams like that too, but Laurent soon discovered it could be pleasurable, and it changed from being involuntary activity to becoming something more active. Also, when he tried to contain it, he got bad pains in his willy and balls. Like you had the other night. Robbie."

"Thanks for the reminder, Simone!" Louise was a bit bemused. but said nothing.

"So, both you and your friend, what's his name? Davie! think that masturbation is ok, as far as leading a chaste life of goes? What does masturbation mean? Spilling the seed outside of the woman? Yes? Surely that can mean almost any kind of sexual act short of actual fucking, coition, intercourse? So extracourse, call it what you will, is, ok? that leaves plenty of scope, wouldn't you agree?"

"Yes, I agree," Simone replied, "and I think the same also applies to nuns too! Anything short of vaginal penetration is masturbation and therefore, although sinful, lustful and peccable, but isn't absolutely forbidden, unlike mortal sins!"

"Is that what Davie thinks too?"

"I think so."

"So, as it's a venial sin, so long as you repent you return to a state of grace, I assume! Interesting!" Robbie pronounced, and continued "so all the sins you and Davie committed together were of the venial kind?"

"Yes!"

"He didn't broach your cunt with his cock?" Robbie asked, a little too pertinently.

"No, not my cunt, as you say, which is a no-go area, but we did a bit of masturbation, it felt appropriate, opportune and was pleasurable to both of us, certainly to me! And I was happy to give him satisfaction, albeit without the sense of conquest that a man might feel on deflowering a virgin, like me!"

"So did he express disappointment, or his frustration at not being permitted to do this service for you?"

"Not after I explained that I was a virgin and wanted to remain so. We agreed that we would explore other ways to have fun. So, we massaged each other's genitals until we orgasmed. I found that perfectly suited my needs, and I assume that he did too, as we left on good terms after some further conversations with Louise and her soldier friend that Louise can probably recall much better than I. Carry on Louise!"

"Well Robbie, I was a little drunk, we had had some beer and a tot of whisky that Neil had brought along, and I felt like doing a little dancing, whilst Neil accompanied me with drumming, which he did very well."

"Sounds interesting, Louise! So, you decided to do a bit of lewd dancing to add a bit of excitement to the evening, and then you had a bit of a fuck with these two guys who you had just met and had plied you with drink! It doesn't sound very healthy behaviour to me, a bit crass!"

"Well viewed from that perspective, Robbie, I agree, although we didn't drink very much, we were using them, as much as they us, so don't get on your high horse. We could have run off to Gretna Green and got married if we'd wanted and no one, who doesn't read the Sunday Post would bat an eyelid!"

"Oh, by the way, do you want say goodbye to my tits? Yes, or no?"

"Yes! Definitely." Simone butted in, "I'd like to see them too, and feel your willy, Robbie, so nice to feel the sun on your whole body. Let's do a bit of sunbathing instead of this pointless soul searching. It's all a bit hypocritical, don't you think as we don't intend to change the ways we behave, as we know it'd be nearly impossible! Even poor mixed-up Davie won't change until he's forced! And it all reminds me too much of home!"

With that all three stripped. Robbie lay between the girls and all three closed their eyes enjoying the warm sunshine. Robbie stretched out his hands till he felt the crotches on either side. He let his palms rest for a few minutes. "This would be some people's idea of heaven," Robbie murmured, as the girls' hands found themselves joined in a handshake that included Robbie's stiff willy.

"Everyone should stop talking and enjoy the moment." They lay still for a few more minutes, until Robbie inserted a finger into each cleft and, and gently squeezed their clitorises. The girls turned towards each other and with their spare hand reached to each other's breasts and laid their heads on Robbie's chest and kissed each other. They moved closer, into a tight huddle. Robbie, rubbed more vigorously and the girls held tighter until after a little fluid spillage from each, when they all relaxed and dozed, curled together, Simone murmured, "Nous sommes devenus comme un pretzel humain."

After a few minutes Robbie announced, "Mum is baking a cake to say cheerio to Louise; race you back home!"

Chapter 13 Neuchâtel September

I was sorry to say goodbye to the Salter family, I'd enjoyed my time with them, especially Robbie, but it was time to move on. I suggested that maybe next year they might wish to come and visit in Neuchâtel. Perhaps Robbie could improve his French if he spent time with my family. Robbie said he would think about it, although learning French wasn't a high priority for him at present, but he'd like to visit Berne and Zurich to see where Albert Einstein, had lived and worked.

"Yes, and you might also enjoy the countryside and learning about our Swiss customs."

He said he would try to write and keep in touch, Margaret looked sceptical but said nothing, except that she'd try to encourage him to make the most of the opportunities, perhaps when he was a bit older, they could arrange a visit.

We left it at that, and after a brief farewell at the Renfrew Airport, I was off on my homeward journey.

When I arrived home, I was surprised to find that Laurent was no longer there, Maman said that he had been asked to go on a spiritual retreat, for a month, under the guidance of the Neuchâtel diocese. The bishop's office had been in touch with Maman shortly after I'd left and suggested that Laurent might benefit from a period of retreat, during the summer vacation. A vacancy had been found for him a week, or so ago. So, I wouldn't see him for a while, as I'd be starting work at the hotel as an apprentice next week, the day after my nineteenth birthday.

Being on retreat meant that Laurent wouldn't be able to have visitors.

I asked Maman why Laurent had volunteered to go on a retreat? it was unlike him, he had never shown any tendency towards spirituality.

Maman said nothing, but looked upset, and simply said that Sister Marijo had arranged it, and by the way, she'd been promoted to Deputy Head Mistress. I said nothing but wondered if there was any connection with the conversation, I'd had with her a few months back. Perhaps, I should make some discrete enquiries.

But on the bright side I had my room to myself until I went off to Neuchâtel and wondered whether I would be able to see Heini before he left for Zurich.

I called at Heini's mother's house next day and she said, "Hi Simone, how nice to see you, what a pity you didn't call round yesterday, because Heini said he'd something for you, but he left a note, here it is." I took the note, and as I didn't want to read it under her scrutiny, I thanked her and left. The note said that he was now free of the military service for the time being, that he was sorry that he'd missed my return, but had to go off to Zurich. Perhaps I could visit him there before I started at Hotel School, as he missed me a lot and would like to see me again. He gave me his address in Zurich and telephone number of his rooms. His scholarship entitled him to a modern student room in a block of flats near the ETH. They obviously thought highly of him!

I told my mother, that perhaps I would leave for Neuchâtel one or two days early, she didn't seem to be too concerned, as she was a little preoccupied and missed Laurent, but seemed to be perfectly relaxed about my shortened stay at home. She didn't probe our family is very reticent.

As we didn't have a phone at home. I phoned Heini from a call box that evening, he answered and said yes, why didn't I come and stay in a vacant room in their block for a day or so? I asked whether it would be, ok? Wouldn't there be any objection from the landlord? Heini said no, the ETH were very relaxed about visitors, unlike in Geneva and Neuchâtel. Zurich had very progressive views on student autonomy. As term hadn't begun, I could stay in the student hall for a very modest fee. We should meet at the Central Station, and he would take me to the residence in the student village in Paul Feyerabend-Hof.

It took approximately two hours from Neuchâtel to the Central Zurich station, I travelled in the non-smoking carriage, on a wooden seat, it wasn't comfortable, but I didn't mind. Also, I was a little nervous, I wasn't sure what Heini wanted from me, I wanted to be with him, to talk with him and yes, make love with him too, but I wasn't sure whether I wanted a full commitment to having sexual intercourse. Last time we had anal and although it was pleasant, I didn't particularly want to make a habit of it, it seemed a bit too animalistic and crude. I wanted something more human and warmer, more loving.

I decided that we should discuss what we wanted together as soon as was convenient. Meantime, I had still had an unused packet of contraceptives that Louise had given me just in case Davie had been more insistent than he turned out to be, so I felt moderately reassured.

I was surprised how busy the station was when I arrived at 4.10pm but saw Heini immediately. He waved, gave me a hug, took my bag and we walked to the bus station. The 46 bus took about half an hour to reach the student village. Heini said I could drop my bag in my room, and we could rest in his room which was on the first floor. I dropped my bag in my room which was very plain, a single bed, sink, desk and a small shower and W. C in an alcove.

Henri's room was much bigger, it had a larger bed, a desk beside the window, which looked out onto a courtyard and into the windows of another facing block of student flats, it had a bathroom with W. C. A small sitting room and kitchen next door were shared with two other students on the same floor, who hadn't yet arrived. The sitting room was quite plain, a couch and three armchairs, no pictures or any decoration. Rather spartan and dull. The whole area was not very scenic, antiseptic and dull, but had the advantage of being near the library and the chemistry and biology department where Heini would be spending most of his time.

Heini asked me shyly if I needed a drink or something to eat, I said a glass of water would be fine, I was a little thirsty, and in truth, nervous, so didn't feel like eating. I think Heini was feeling the same way; we were both silent waiting for the other to say something or take the initiative.

The living room seemed a bit cold and empty and uncomfortable, so when Heini suggested we might be more comfortable in his bedroom I readily agreed. As soon as we entered his room, we placed our glasses on the desk, hugged and fell together onto his bed. It felt so good, all the tension I'd been experiencing till now fell away like snow off a roof in spring, as did my blouse and bra almost without me noticing. Heini undid his shirt, and we lay, breast pressed hard against breasts.

He told me how much he had missed me and was really sorry not to have been able to see me for so long; nearly three months, an age! I said, "but I imagine you've been with lots of other girls since then?" Heini blushed and said, "not many, I had to finish my army training and then get my stuff together to come here."

"Not many! How many is not many?" I asked mainly, to divert any incoming questions in a similar vein.

"Only one, as a matter of fact, someone I met at a dance, in Neuchâtel, a month or so ago. But she said she already had a boyfriend, in the Hotel business, so didn't want to complicate her life, especially as he had a sports car and could afford to take her for expensive meals. She wasn't too eager to become involved with a student, even one attending the ETH, so I didn't see her again.

"She sounds a bit mercenary, but probably quite sensible, I'm not sure I should be wasting my time with a poor student either, especially as I will be mixing with rich bankers, watchmakers and hoteliers from now on. And it's obvious you only are thinking of me as a stop gap until you can find someone better!" I say this in a semi-serious way, as I think it may be close to the truth. "After all I am younger and less well educated, so why wouldn't you want to be with someone more on your level?"

"No! No! it isn't like that at all, I was simply filling in time till I could see you again, which I have been longing to do! Really, I've missed you!"

"Mmm, what have you missed exactly, Heini, someone who'll agree to being your sex slave?"

"Ah, Simone, now we come to the heart of the matter. Although in some ways, I don't regret at all what we did together, on the other hand, I also think it was probably a mistake; we were both overcome by the kirsch. We shouldn't have done what we did, and I don't want to repeat it, at least not this weekend!"

"So, you don't want to sodomise me again, Heini, that's a relief! Also, I think it's probably a bad habit to become accustomed to, surely there are better things we can do with our time?"

"Mmm, what else did you have in mind, Simone? The number of variants on the theme of sex is limited. Sure, we can change our relative positions, but you have only three orifices that are suited to the purpose and I have only one penis, so that doesn't really leave many options if we're going to have a sexual relationship, which I imagine or hope you want as much as I do."

"That's a big assumption! I think you're taking me for granted!" I say disingenuously.

"Well, what are you doing lying half naked in bed with me, and pressing your crotch against me so closely? Let's be honest!"

"It's not just about honesty or frankness. I'm not sure that complete honesty or transparency between men and women is possible, it's a question of how one feels in the moment and the moment depends on who we are just now, I'm a girl starting a business career, as I think it will suit my talents, you are a clever student. We're both young and have sexual needs that we can gratify to some extent, but I suspect these will change. After all you've just said that buggery is no longer as attractive an option as it was three months ago- neither for me, by the way!"

"So, what do you want, Simone? A commitment to be faithful?"

"I'm not sure I want that just now either, Heini, we're too young to confine ourselves to one partner, don't you think? But I do want to feel that you will want to see me again after this weekend."

"Exactly, a provisional agreement to stay close for the foreseeable future. I want to feel secure in my affection for you too, I don't want to feel rejected, when someone comes to fetch you away in a shiny sports car."

"So, we can try for that, but where does that leave the sex, I think you want me for that, don't you Heini?" I grasp his erect willy through his trousers, and squeeze it gently, "Don't you?"

"Definitely, no question, which is my most urgent wish at present."

"Precisely! But your wishes and mine change from day to day and even minute to minute. Sometimes I want a frankfurter for dinner and other times rosti and chicken and sometimes I want a hot curry!"

"I see what you're getting at Simone, I agree that we're too young to want to have staid and predictable sexual relationship, we want a bit of uncertainty and a bit of adventure and a bit of danger, don't we?"

"I'm not sure, I think uncertainly, and danger are more a male thing and more a young male thing at that, so whilst I like the thought of adventure and a bit of uncertainty, I'm probably too conventional and female to want danger and a lot of unpredictability, I think it's a question of degree, don't you?"

"Yes, but also a question of the differences between men's and women's reproductive biology. Ultimately women are the ones who carry and give birth to children, and have a lot of direct responsibility for that, whereas with men, like it, or not, it isn't a necessity that they should feel responsible or obligated."

"Exactly, Heini and under no circumstances do I want to bear your child at this moment, although I don't rule it out for later, but definitely not soon."

"So, we have two clear options, abstinence from sex, or taking careful avoidance precautions without going so far that one loses the urge to continue. Stopping before ejaculation, coitus interruptus, is far too hazardous for me to undertake and besides it's completely unreliable!" "Yes, I wouldn't want to rely on it either Heini, who knows when to stop and even if one can! As for barrier methods, I don't have a diaphragm, I'm still a virgin."

"That's nice! I wondered!"

"Well, I am!"

"Ok, I believe you! I've some army issue contraceptives. They're supplied to anyone going on leave, who asks, and I've asked, and have a good supply." I was relieved that I didn't have to volunteer to supply the needful, as it would be a little too revealing.

"Well let's see, maybe we'll need them, maybe not, I'd prefer it if we didn't make a firm commitment to using them until we decide it's time, what do think Heini?"

"Yes, I'm happy to be with you like this and happy to stay here like this for the whole weekend!"

"I think you'll find that we'll need some food and perform other necessities, quite soon, so staying here for the entire weekend is an impractical suggestion!"

"Yes, I meant it figuratively, we can have dinner in the student café soon, and the toilet is across the corridor. So, tell me about your time in Scotland. Did you meet any interesting people? You lived with a family, were they nice to you, friendly?"

"Yes, they were kind, and I liked them. Perhaps they'll come to visit us in Switzerland when they are a little older."

"Who is this child, how old is he or she now?"

"He's just eighteen, but looks younger, intelligent and good fun."

"What sort of fun did you have with this boy?"

"Oh, we went swimming with the family, we went on bicycle rides with friends, and hiking in the hills with friends."

"All sounds fairly innocent, so you didn't kiss him or make love with him or anyone else whilst you were away?"

"Of course not, he's a child!"

"Mmm, when I was seventeen or eighteen, I was quite interested in girls, I remember some good fun we had when we went for hikes in the hills!"

"Well, some people mature more quickly than others, I imagine."

"Perhaps, Simone, but you must have found it hard to be without company for three months?"

"Oh, I was never without company, I was with the family nearly all the time." During this nervous questioning, Heini, was unobtrusively rubbing his hand along my thighs and I pretended that I wasn't noticing, although I opened my legs a little to allow him to move freely, although we had been here before, it still seemed as if it was a novel experience, although I couldn't do the innocent maid act very convincingly and also, I wanted him like mad. Please hurry up, Heini, I want to feel your hands on my cunt, I thought. My visit to Scotland had certainly coarsened my vocabulary, if not my thoughts which were already quite coarse. Still, this was new I didn't only want to have sex with Heini, I wanted him to love me. Eventually he put his hand on my crotch and lightly brushed my pubic hair. How to react? Open up or play hard to get. I decided to play it slow, so gently but firmly pushed him away. He adopted a second line of attack, bringing his lips down to my waist and then skirt, and then to my thighs. He raised my skirt and moved his lips up my thighs, to my knickers, and then pressed between my legs over my pussy. I no longer felt like resisting so let him pull off my knickers and he started kissing my labia and clitoris which I think was fully expanded, as I could feel his lips squeezing it and his tongue giving it a few gentle licks, It was all so exciting that I quite forgot that I should play the innocent good girl, so I reached out for him, feeling his rigid willy poking out from his crotch. I pulled the zip and with one bound the frankfurter broke free. But consternation! Heini lost control and came at once. "Mmm, no need for the contraceptives then, Heini." I smiled and gave him a consolatory kiss on the mouth.

"Sorry, I find it all too exciting, but we've plenty of time, let's go and get some food." With that he jumped off the bed cleaned up and told me to get ready. We would see what we could find to eat in the student restaurant.

At dinner in the student café, which was still fairly deserted as term hadn't begun, Heini enquired about Laurent. I'd mentioned that I had some problems with him and Heini has an inquisitive nature... as have I! I told him that he'd been sent on some kind of retreat by the local nuns.

"Oh my God, Simone! Poor Laurent! Once they get their clutches on a young lad, like Laurent, they'll work hard to wreck his life and make him their slave."

"What do you mean?" I enquired uneasily, as I too had misgivings, given my previous experience with Sister MJ.

"It's well known that they work on their victims by depriving them of food and sleep and other forms of sensory deprivation to evoke the illusion that they will be damned unless they repent. To show repentance they must submit to the will of the priest, or nun in charge! How did they get hold of him?"

"I fear I may be to blame, as least a bit!"

"What d'you mean? How?"

"Well, you know Laurent and I share a bedroom, our house is so small, as you probably realize. When we were small, it wasn't a problem, but now we, or at least I'm mature and Laurent also has grown up a lot but is very uninhibited and difficult to control and now is quite a big strong lad. My mother's difficult to approach on this question; she still thinks of Laurent as her baby and is unwilling to recognise that baby now has almost grown up. So, I mentioned that I was having a few problems with my brother to one of the sisters at my school during one of our weekly chat sessions. She became very animated, aroused almost, by my predicament and the result was that she encouraged my Mum to arrange for me to have a job in Scotland over the summer to keep my virtue intact, at least for the summer! I didn't realize that she was going to do anything else, until I returned to find that Laurent had been whisked off to some kind of spiritual retreat run by the nuns and priests. I understand that Sister MJ had also contacted my mother and more or less demanded that Laurent attend sessions of spiritual awakening, as she thought he needed the Church's guidance!

I was surprised, as Laurent is not in the least interested in the life of the soul. I guess she has some kind of emotional hold over my mother."

Heini looked troubled. "Phew Simone, this is really bad stuff. As you know I'm a Calvinist which is what the majority are around Neuchâtel, but I understand how much emotional hold Catholic clerics have over their people, especially in the countryside, where everyone knows everyone's business. I guess, the Sister is blackmailing your mother to persuade her to let Laurent be subjected to their spiritual guidance, or else have him exposed as a rapist, or both you and Laurent exposed as being guilty of incest! And this could involve at least the threat of criminal proceedings. Although technically both you and Laurent are or were underage, it could still involve juvenile courts, and it wouldn't be a private matter for very long in Hauterive! Obviously, Sister MJ could do a lot of damage to your family's reputation."

"Yes, but I think, it may be even worse than that. From what I have seen, Sister MJ has a strong liking for young women, and perhaps boys too. I don't think she is too fussy as long as they satisfy her lust for control and her strong sexual appetites." Heini looks surprisingly unsurprised.

"Yes, all over Europe, especially in France, Germany and even here in Switzerland, the Catholic priests and nuns prey on children, and not just in a few isolated cases, it involves almost anyone they can get their hands on, many thousands! They use them and threaten them with social disgrace if there's even a hint of these crimes being exposed. It's been going on so long that they can keep almost all levels of the police, teachers, lawyers, doctors, army officers and local government officials onside under their control and quiet. By keeping extensive records of their past associations going back to childhood, including information obtained from confessions. It is a massive criminal conspiracy, far greater than the mafia. And it's not only about pederasty, it's control of whole societies by an integrated network of blackmailers, extortionists and sexual predators. They're evil and will very likely try to corrupt your brother, and your parents will be forced to accept it to protect themselves and you and your brother from being destroyed by their local network of willing collaborators!"

"I'm not sure the system is quite as totalitarian as you think, I don't think everyone is involved or complicit, but I'm sure many are, and certainly Sister MJ, who, has just been promoted to deputy heard teacher at our school, so has even more authority!"

"Do you love Laurent very much Simone?"

"No! I like him, as a brother of course, but he's an utter pest and I'm very happy that I won't have to share my bedroom with him again and to be honest, I don't mind seeing much less of him either, except perhaps at Christmas or family celebrations. We're a loyal, but not particularly close-knit family."

"I understand, I love my mother, as you know there's no one else. So, I've had to be self-sufficient and self-motivated since I was little."

"Yes, you're amazing Heini, but I hope it doesn't make you too narcissistic and self-absorbed! You're not selfish are you, Heini?"

"What can I say? That I'd walk through a burning forest for you? Would you like that?"

"Yes! Definitely! But you mustn't burn your nice wavy hair or skin when you're doing it, otherwise I think that might be a turn off!"

"So, I'll need to find a fireman's suit-although asbestos is also quite a hazard, it's been shown to give you lung cancer!"

"Shall I see what other scary things I can think up for you to do to prove how much you care for me, or shall we go back to your room?"

"Not too scary, you might frighten me so much that we might want to sleep in separate rooms."

"I thought that was your plan anyway?"

"No! not at all, but I want us to appear respectable. We Swiss are very careful to seem respectable, our wealth depends on it. But at the same time, we're all also very nosy about other peoples' affairs and quick to point an accusing finger at any who are thought to be stray from virtue- perhaps a bit less here in Zurich, as long as they don't work in a bank!"

"So, we'll run the gauntlet to your room, braving the gimlet-eyed stares of your colleagues?"

"Yes, I'm sure they're all very jealous that I have such an attractive companion."

"Mmm, I see quite a few attractive women, who don't look as if they're in the least attracted to me! And, they often say a man is more attractive, when he's seen with another woman," she smiles.

"Who, says this? And in any case, I don't see anyone as attractive as you!"

"Ah, so you've been looking! Well, I want exclusive attention, at least till I go back to Neuchâtel!"

"You have it, Simone!"

"Ok, well let's keep it that way!"

"Gosh, you're so demanding and controlling!"

"And why shouldn't I be? What about my reputation?"

"What reputation do you have here, Simone?"

"None yet, but is this the last time you that you want me come here?"

"Noo, Noo, of course not.... Would you like to hide under my umbrella?"

"It isn't raining!"

"We can pretend it is and make a run for the dorm!"

They arrived at Heini's rooms, hot, dishevelled and panting.

"I must have a pee, otherwise I'll have an accident and that'll probably turn you off me completely!"

"I don't think so, but by the way please don't make too much noise! Remember, we Swiss have a rule that we should be silent when we're excreting!"

"I'm well aware of this! It's part of the Swiss "Golden Rule- do, as you would be done by." "Well, get on with it, I would quite like to go as well!"

"So, you want to join me?"

"I don't think so, peeing is one thing and can be done reasonably gracefully, but defecating is bit less graceful."

"Mmm yes, let's preserve some decorum! But you can watch how elegantly I pee and make sure I don't make too much noise!"

Simone, steps into the bathroom, pulls down her pants and a forceful stream immediately pours from her urethra into the pan. "My goodness Simone, you'll flood the sewers if you go on like that!"

"I haven't peed for ages, not since I left Neuchatel. By the way Heini, why do you use such posh words for body functions relating to sex and excretion, like defecate instead of shit, or poo? Do you want to talk about coition or intercourse, rather than fucking, or masturbation rather than wanking, or fellatio rather than head, or mammaries rather than tits, or penis rather than cock, or testes rather than balls or...."

"Ok, Simone, I get your point! I agree, I guess I'm being a bit pedantic, perhaps to show to myself, mainly, that I'm no longer a child and have left the army. I guess, you think we should speak more plainly and not use Latin euphemisms when good plain speech will do?" "Yes, Heini, but I was trying to provoke you by demonstrating a little crudely that I can pee as well as fuck and would have been quite happy to fart and shit too if I'd felt like it. I don't believe in disguise."

"Well, I think you're wrong there, Simone and probably exaggerating too. Use of euphemism is part of civilized living, no one wants to live with the animals anymore. Certainly, I don't! And part of that is leaving the farmyard behind, both physically and in conversation, unless we're addressing farmyard topics, when it's ok, obviously!"

"Well, obviously civil society needs to leave some of the crudities aside, but don't you think there's a danger of using euphemism to avoid the truth, particularly that women have needs, appetites and body functions, just as men and animals do and pretending that they don't by fantasizing that they are some kind of goddesses, isn't necessarily a useful way of carrying on a relationship."

"You have a point, Simone, although I don't wholly agree with it. Relationships are always a bit opaque, especially those involving sexual attraction. Disguise and subterfuge are important components of attraction. Gradually uncovering the layers of obfuscation and clarifying who we are is part of the process of mutual discovery, don't you think?"

"Yes and no, I think we have been pretty open and direct with each other so far, certainly as far as your physical relationship has gone. There has been very little pretence-on my part at least."

"Oh, really Simone? Perhaps you're being a little disingenuous?"

"How so?"

"Well, I have the impression that you weren't pining for me when you were in Scotland, not wasting time with chaste estivation."

"What do you mean by estivation?"

"Avoiding relationships during the summer, or, literally, going to sleep in summer! As I think you probably know very well!"

"Well, I told you already, I was examined by Sister MJ, and she confirmed that I was a virgin, and I can think of no reason why I should not still be in that state of grace!"

"I suspect you are disguising some part of the truth, being technically a virgin, isn't necessarily synonymous with being in a state of innocence."

"What sort of innocence, do you mean? How could I remain in a state of innocence after what we did, very willingly together, although, I remind you, you did make me a bit drunk! You can't put the cork back in that bottle!"

"Yes, I guess I should feel guilty about what we did, but as we were both willing participants and enjoyed each other's pleasure, it was an act of love. I penetrated your anus because, given that you said you wanted to stay a virgin, which was the best and logical option to give us the optimal pleasure we both craved. The other option was oral sex, which I judged then to be a less pleasurable option, for you, at least. Also, it was evident that neither of us have strong ethical objections to anal sex. Do you blame me for not insisting on penetrating your vagina, which I probably could have done?"

"Noo Heini, no, I don't blame you or feel the least guilt, it was a wonderful awakening experience, you gave me, and I think for you too, although I don't think I would categorise it as an act of love. I think this can best be achieved by the regular form of sex between men and women when you put your cock into my cunt, and we fuck!"

"So, is that what you suggest we do now, with precautions?"

"I'm not sure, perhaps; although I promised my mother, I wouldn't till I'm in a meaningful relationship; but I don't think that constraint is necessary anymore -if we're careful, and you will be careful Heini, won't you?"

"Of course, I'll wear two if you want!"

"Perhaps it would be best if we weren't too clinical, I don't think fucking should be a laboratory exercise."

"Enough talk! Please take off your clothes! I want to see you and feel you against my skin."

"Ok, but I want to see you putting on a rubber, I assume you still a few left from the last time we were together!"

"I've told you already! But, if I'm to be completely open with you, actually I bought a new box especially for your visit! Rubber perishes, you know, we want to be safe."

"So, the old ones have all been used, have they, you faithless boy!"

"Of course not, I just want to be safe. So here, I'll show you!" With that he removed a slim packet from his trouser pocket, pulled off his trousers and pants and rolled the rubber onto his semi-erect willy. "Bravo! Can I take a closer look?"

"Sure, see for yourself, no danger of it falling off, or splitting!"

"I hope not, I think I might give it a kiss, do you mind?"

"Well careful, I'm not sure how much of that I can take without ejaculating or coming, as you seem to prefer! Perhaps you should take off some clothes, at least your top?"

Simone removed her blouse and bra but leaves her skirt in place, sits on the bed and takes the rubber-clad willy in her hands and gently brings it to her lips. She kisses the end and then opens her mouth and moves her mouth and lips backwards and forwards over the top. This produces a dramatic increase in length and girth. "Wow! Heini, slow down!"

"Ok but take off your skirt and let me see you!" Simone obeys without further delay or demur and lies on the bed with her legs tightly closed. Heini lies on top of her and slides his willy up the cleft between her thighs and presses it into the apex. Her legs fall slightly apart revealing a very wet aperture. Heini places his willy on the opening and lets it rest there. He feels the vaginal opening quivering through the rubber. Simone is too excited to stay still for long; she thrusts her pelvis forward, and the willy sinks an inch or two into the depths. Heini feels the warmth penetrate through the rubber, not as exciting as feeling the moist skin against his shaft and glans, but still pretty good! And on the plus side it stops him from splaffing at once. He feels that he's regaining control and pulls out a little. Simone pushes forward afraid he might leave her in the lurch. No danger of that! Heini, inches forward and feels a tight barrier pushing against his glans.

"You really are a virgin! Do you want me to continue, or shall we take a break?"

"Don't stop! I want this! I want you now Heini!" She thrusts forward forcefully, and he does the same, he feels a slight give and loosening in the obstruction and Simone feels a slight tearing with a little pain, but not severe enough to interrupt the proceedings. They push a little more forcefully and enthusiastically, beginning to thrust and withdraw rhythmically. The bed shakes in time with their movements and the headboard, hits the wall, bonk! and as they gather momentum, Bonk! Bonk! Bonk! Heini climaxes, and it's over, Simone feels him shudder and then contract inside her with some pleasure, although has not climaxed herself, but still feels enormous pleasure and warmth... she wraps her thighs around Heini's buttocks and holds him tight. He kisses her perfunctorily, but feels a little shame, guilt and discomfort.

"Simone, let go, I want to clean up in case of any accidents, pulling out can lead to accidents, as my willy has shrunk, and the rubber may come off inside you." He withdraws and Simone reluctantly lets go. He notices a small streak of blood on the rubber, but the sheets are still clean, which is a relief! No stains to explain to the cleaner.

"You should clean up too, Simone otherwise there may be a bit of blood spillage."

"Mmm yes, I'll take a shower I think, maybe you should too? Do you want to join me?" "I'm not sure the cubical is designed for communal showers, but we can try!" Heini says, without much enthusiasm. His post coital mood is low key. He feels he could have achieved more, done better and has a sneaking feeling that maybe that's what Simone is thinking too, but feared to ask.

"Well, that's a milestone past for me! I'm a woman now!"

"Yes, I hope you don't come regret it!"

"How could I, Heini, it was an act of love, for me at least!"

"Yes, I guess for women and girls it's more of a sacrifice.

"You mean you look on me like a sacrificial beast, an object to be traded because of droit de Seigneur!"

"Mmm, sort of, although there wasn't much blood to show for it, thankfully!" He ignores the implication that he doesn't honour her enough!

"Yes, that's a plus, not much mayhem, and to be honest I may've you led you on a bit."

"Not sure, one always likes to think that one has some choice over the actions one takes even though, it is simply a question of altering the odds."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like betting on a horse to win a race, there is no certainty about the winner, but the odds are weighted in favour of the horses with best previous performances."

"Yes, but lots of things can interfere with winning, accidents, or foul play."

"Yes, absolutely correct. But the favourite is likely to win more frequently, than any single outsider. The problem is in a horse race, usually there are many outsiders running, so the chances of favourite winning may be quite low, despite being higher than for any other single horse."

"So, what's this got to do with our decision to make love, okay fuck, today?"

"Well, I guess there are several factors that could have affected the decision and brought us to an alternative outcome."

"You mean if you had found another winsome mare displaying herself in the stable before I'd arrived, your wavering wand might have wafted elsewhere? To stay with the racecourse simile!"

"Possibly, but very low odds on that! How about if you had arrived at some unfavourable time of the month?"

"You mean, if I were having my period, menstruating, or on the rag, you would have found that so disgusting that you wouldn't cum near me?"

"No! I don't think it would have stopped, me."

"So, you've had sex with many menstruating girls?"

"No, none! Not yet! What, I meant is that it might have altered the probability of us wanting to do what we did."

"Maybe not for you, but as you seem keen to keep your bed a blood-free zone, you might have regretted it. On the other hand, it would certainly have made me more reluctant! However, I hope I'll soon see visible evidence of this inconvenience and not have to worry about any consequences of our uninhibited actions!"

"Well, I remind you that we have taken precautions!"

"And I remind you that we're not dealing here with absolute certainty! These precautions, just reduce the probability of obtaining a conception!"

"Quite right, you show an impressively deep grasp of probability! So, when is it to be expected?"

"Quite soon, actually, I was slightly afraid it might lead to some embarrassment!"

"Good, that reduces the odds of conception to near zero! But I hope you stay as you are at least for another few hours in case you might to try again at a more leisurely pace, a canter rather than a noisy sprint?"

"More of a quick dash, wouldn't you say? Perhaps we could try for a trot with me holding the reins to keep thing's in control?"

"Would you like a whip as well?"

"I don't think there'll be any need to speed things up, do you, Heini?" He blushes deep red. Simone takes pity and gives him an encouraging pat on the bum. "We'll be fine! Heini, but let's go for a walk, a different kind of exercise will be refreshing!"

"Ok, but it is very hilly around here, I hope you can keep up?"

"What a cheek, we're both mountain folk!"

"We'll see!"

They take a vigorous walk for about an hour. Heini having just left the mountain regiment was super-fit, even by walking at his normal pace, he observed that Simone, was soon breathing quite heavily and becoming flushed. He said nothing but maintained the pace and chose a steep path through a park with fine views of the lake and northerly outflow of the Limmat river as it drains the lake away from the city. After a while, Heini says, "I think we should buy some schnapps and take it back to my room. I don't think you'll be served in the Keller."

"Ok, let's do that, I need a rest! What an exhausting trail you've taken me on, Heini! I think I'll need to go to sleep quite soon." Heini, chuckles, and he goes into a lebensmittelgeschäft and buys a bottle of kirsch for old time's sake and some stollen.

On returning to Heini's room, Simone is copiously perspiring and sprawls on the sofa, whilst Heini, finds a couple of glasses and divides up the stollen.

"This should revive you!"

"Gosh, Heini, we only eat stollen at home at Christmas!"

"Well, we're not at home! Have a drink, it'll go well." Simone, drinks the clear liquid, not realizing it is kirsch.

"My God, Heini, I remember this stuff- I hope you don't to repeat what we did last time we drank this magic potion! Nevertheless, she took another sip.

"No, no, we've much better things to do now! komm her, junge Maid!

"A rather sweaty maiden I fear!" Simone's skin was flushed, warm and damp to the touch, Heini found this a big turn on, as did Simone, they found themselves without clothing almost without noticing, and coupling on the sofa, again without concern for caution, his erect member penetrating deep into her pouting vagina. They started pounding at once. "Stop, Heini! You need another rubber now!" She pulls his wet willy from her, with difficulty. "Quick! Now!" Heini reluctantly goes to the drawer opens a packet and recovers himself and returns to the fray. However, during the short interval, sense has returned, and with it a softening of his willy and intent. But he manages to reinsert and slide along the tunnel. Simone notices that the initial ardour is missing, so contracts her vagina by squeezing her thighs together. This definitely is a wake-up call to Willy. Heini feels strengthened and begins to thrust forwards and Simone wraps her ankles round his neck whilst he bends over her by lifting his neck so that her pelvis rises off the seat and her head and neck are jammed against the back of the sofa. In this way Heini can push the top of his willy right up to the hilt, feeling Simone's vaginal lips push wetly against his thighs as he thrusts harder and with increasing pace. He feels Simone begin to sob and push back harder, he presses on, without any immediate need to ejaculate, he is enjoying watching Simone become more self-absorbed, and less restrained, suddenly she starts to groan; oh, ooh, oooh, in synchrony with his thrusts, then the pitch changes to a shriller key, "Heini!" she shrieks as she judders and climaxes. He presses on, as he feels her orgasm diminishing, he hasn't finished yet, happy to be the master in the room. They slap away together for another minute or so, dripping with sweat and Simone with vaginal secretions that ooze down Heini's legs. A smacking sound is emitted each time their thighs come together at the top of each thrust and a softer squelch is emitted on separation. With the squeak of the sofa as Simone's head and shoulders press against the back of the sofa, a small percussion band accompanies their labours. Suddenly he feels ready for release and to his surprise Simone has a second orgasm. This time they both sink exhausted onto the couch.

"I think I felt the earth move, Heini"

"No Simone, it was only the sofa!"

"But it was a momentous feeling. What a thunderbolt!"

"A bushfire, perhaps?"

"That was wonderful, Heini thank you, thank you", she kisses his lips and rubs her soaking breasts over his chest and her hairy pubis over his sopping wet cock... "we're melting into a mound of gee, like the tigers who chased round the tree. Grrr. Seriously do you think we will ever experience anything as intense as we have just now. Is this the high-water mark in our life's experience?"

"Well, if this was the summit of our sexual experience, Simone, we'll have done extremely well, even if the experiences in the future are only half as good as this was. So, I'm very happy about what we've had together!" They sank into silent contemplation.

"By the way, I don't think sex should be considered only in terms of the occurrence in isolation. It's also about the context within the timeline of the relationship. That isn't a very masculine point of view, but is what I believe, definitely!"

"Me too, Heini! Context is very important and continuity!"