The Shed by the Meadow

Alison Jones lingered awkwardly by the hedgerow as Bonnie Miller flirted outrageously with Oliver Strong. The two girls had been walking from their village to the nearby town, along a deep lane edged with cow parsley and buttercups when they had run into Oliver at a crossroads about a mile from their destination. Whether by chance or design Alison wasn't quite sure.

Oliver had made very clear he had no interest at all in Alison but lots in Bonnie. It was inevitable really, Bonnie with those blonde ringlets, rosy cheeks and ample bosom was like a country girl fantasy. The rumour round school was that she was easy too. Why wouldn't a boy like Olly be all too interested in her?

Alison and Bonnie had been close when they were younger. The only two girls their age in their tiny village, they inevitably spent hours together and became best friends despite having nothing really in common.

Later, when they were at secondary school they hung in different crowds and stopped spending much time together. Bonnie had quit school after her O Levels, while Alison had stayed on for sixth form and now she was off to Oxford in September. Bonnie worked as a hairdresser in town. But they were still friends in a way and would always say hi and sometimes walk into town together.

This morning Alison had been making her way into town to look at the records in Woolies. She'd just got enough spare money for the new Cure album. They rarely had the kind of music she liked but you never knew. It was the summer holidays and she had nothing better to do anyway. It beat sitting round the house listening to her mum blabbing on about the Royal Wedding all day.

As she'd made her way onto her street, she heard Bonnie call out and turned to see her running up to meet her. Alison couldn't help but notice how Bonnie's chest bounced under her summer dress as she ran. Alison wondered what it would be like to have boobs like that. Maybe then all the boys would like her instead.

They chatted amiably as they walked along the narrow lane between the deep hedgerows, occasionally having to lean in when a car passed.

Bonnie wanted to talk about the Royal Wedding too but Alison didn't mind it as much from her.

"You know, Lady Di's still a virgin, don't you?" Bonnie smirked, conspiratorially. Her tone implied that Bonnie might not have much over the nation's favourite daughter but at least she wasn't a virgin.

Alison didn't say anything. She wasn't close enough to Bonnie anymore to know what she got up to, but she'd heard the rumours. Bonnie would sometimes make little remarks that implied that Alison was as sexually experienced as she was. Alison quite liked being included like that, but they also made her feel a little uncomfortable. Bonnie must know she was still a virgin herself.

"And she's twenty too," Bonnie continued, not at all put off by Alison's silence. "Can you imagine?"

Twenty. That was only two years older than Bonnie and Alison. Alison could well still imagine being a virgin at twenty. Sometimes she could imagine being one at forty.

Just then, they came to a little crossroads. The town was straight ahead but walking towards them down the left hand turning was Olly Strong. He had headphones on and a Sony Walkman proudly clipped to his belt. Alison heard his dad had bought him a car when he turned seventeen but now, even eighteen months later, he still hadn't managed to pass his test.

Olly took his headphones down and slung them ostentatiously around his neck when he saw the two girls. Bonnie insisted they wait for him as he arrogantly slouched towards them.

He barely acknowledged Alison and had all his attention on Bonnie. Alison noticed how often his gaze drifted down towards Bonnie's chest. Bonnie seemed to forget about Alison too and Alison was pretty sure she was pushing her chest out to maximise what she had to show to him.

Without really quite knowing what had happened, Alison found herself a few yards away from them as they chatted and flirted with each other. Olly making it very clear what he wanted and Bonnie barely bothering to hide she wanted it too.

After about five minutes of just standing there, Alison had just about made up her mind to get on and leave them to it when Bonnie looked up from Olly and said to her,

"I'm not sure I do want to go into town anymore. Why don't you just go on in alone?"

"Sure."

"Great. See you later, Alison". Her attention already back on Olly.

Alison had initially been planning on going in alone in the first place and they would probably have split up once they were there anyway but Alison still didn't really like being ditched like this.

But what else could she do?

She said goodbye and awkwardly turned and walked away from them. Alison couldn't help wondering what they planned to do? Just hang out together, or were they actually going to go and have sex, right now. Surely not but the mere thought made Alison feel hot and uncomfortable.

She turned a corner in the road, so the hedgerows hid the couple from her sight. Then she stopped, she didn't really know why. She tried to listen but couldn't hear much of anything other than the wind sighing in the grasses.

They were. They were going to do it. She was sure of it. She didn't know how, but she was.

Without quite knowing why, Alison turned and crept back along the lane and peered through the undergrowth.

Bonnie and Olly were where she had left them, but now they were kissing. Or at least Olly was kissing Bonnie's neck, her head tilted back to grant him access. One of his hands was grabbing her buttocks under her skirt, the other was pawing at her breasts.

Alison was particularly shocked to see Bonnie's hand rubbing on Olly's crotch and the visible swelling in his trousers.

She knew she should turn and leave them to it, that it was none of her business. But she didn't.

After a few moments, Bonnie pulled away. Alison thought maybe that was it and she would need to make a sharp exit. But it wasn't.

Instead, Bonnie whispered something to Olly, who grinned broadly back at her.

Bonnie then moved towards the hedgerow on the other side of the road and quickly looked around her. Alison was sure she was going to be seen but she was just tucked enough away to be invisible. Then Bonnie disappeared though a gap in the hedgerow. A moment later, Olly followed.

Alison leaned against the hedgerow in the now deserted lane, her heart hammering in her chest. She couldn't believe what she'd just seen, couldn't believe that she'd stayed to watch it.

It was disgusting, the way he'd pawed at her and grabbed her body. But it wasn't just disgust she was feeling, she knew that. There was want too. She kept thinking about Bonnie rubbing Olly's crotch and she knew she wanted to touch it too, shocked at the realisation.

Her composure was completely shattered. Her plan to kill an hour or two in the familiar shops of her small town seemed ridiculous now. She turned to go back home.

Without really meaning to, she paused by the gap in the hedge Bonnie and Olly had just slipped through.

She knew what she needed to do. She needed to go home, lock herself in the bathroom and take care of the ache between her legs.

But she didn't. She peered through the hole.

Bonnie and Olly were walking hand in hand through an open meadow that was studded with wildflowers. An old tumbledown shed was on the far side of the meadow. They made their way purposefully towards it.

Alison stayed to watch until they both tucked in under a low doorway and disappeared from her view.

So, this was it. This was where they were going to do whatever it was they were going to do. They were in their right now, kissing, touching, Bonnie's hands on Olly's crotch, maybe undoing his fly.

Alison felt so hot and bothered. She knew she was wet. She knew she was full of want, wanting to be touched, wanting to touch. She wanted to be in that shed. She didn't care that Olly was such a prick, she just wanted to be touched like that.

She lingered, indecisive. Aching and horny but flustered and unsure.

There was no cover in the field. If she followed them and they looked back over the field they would definitely see her. Although they were almost certainly too busy, doing whatever they were doing, to look back.

What was she even thinking? Even stopping by the hedgerow was bad enough. There was no way she was going to sneak over the field to spy on them doing it.

No way at all.

She made up her mind to just go home. Definitely.

She climbed through the hole in the hedge. She made her way across the meadow, moving as quickly as she could. She would have run but she was scared of making any noise.

The blood was pounding in her veins and she felt hot and exposed under the naked sky. The few moments she spent crossing the meadow seemed to take forever. She kept expecting to hear an angry voice challenging her, but nothing came.

Eventually she reached the shed. Now what?

There was a small wood on the other side of the shed and giving it a wide berth for now, she gratefully made for the cover of the trees, choosing her steps carefully to avoid snapping a twig.

Then she approached it. The door was on the other side facing the meadow and there were no windows facing the trees. As long as she kept quiet, she should be safe now.

There were no windows but the wood was rotten and cracked. As she came close, she found a crack that was big enough to peer through.

She looked inside.

Bonnie was on her knees, in the dirt. Olly was facing her, leaning against a bench. His jeans around his ankles. Bonnie was running her hands up his thighs as she took his hard, stiff prick in her mouth.

Alison only looked for a second and then looked away. She was shocked to her core. Whatever she'd thought she might see, it wasn't that.

And Olly's dick looked so big. She didn't know they got that big, but then she'd never seen one hard before. Never seen one at all.

She was shocked but more turned on then she had ever been in her life.

She looked again.

Bonnie's cherry red lips glistened in the musty light in the shed as she bobbed her head up and down his length. Olly moaned in delight as he ran his fingers through her ringlets.

Almost without knowing how she did it, Alison slid her hands under her jeans to her soaking wet knickers and touched herself.

It was disgusting, what Bonnie was doing. It wasn't what nice girls did. Actually sucking on a boy's penis like that. It was just disgusting.

But why was it so hot? Why couldn't Alison look away or stop touching herself? She'd never been wetter in her life. The heat pulsing from between her legs was setting her whole body on fire and all she could do was rub and rub as she watched Bonnie sucking cock.

Almost before she knew what was happening, she could feel herself starting to come. She had touched herself before, and always felt bad and dirty, but never like this.

She wanted to cry out and had to bite her arm to stifle the noise as the hot, dirty, wonderful feeling surged through her.

Afterwards, she turned and ran. She ran the long way round through the woods to hide her escape but she never looked back. Never saw whether Bonnie spread her legs as shamelessly as she sucked his cock. Just ran and ran until she made it back to her own home.

Thankfully no one was there, her mother must have popped out to see a friend, so she didn't have to explain her dishevelled state to anyone else, or why she immediately locked herself in the bathroom.

She slithered out of her jeans and pushed her soaking wet knickers to the floor. She sank gratefully down to sit on the floor, her legs splayed open before her.

All she could think about was Bonnie's pretty mouth wrapped around that hard, monstrous cock. Even though she'd already made herself cum, her vagina was still soaking wet and she had to plunder herself again and again to find any kind of relief.

Eventually, she furtively made her way to her bedroom, thankfully the house was still empty, and she could change her knickers in peace.

That night, she sat downstairs with her parents, watching the news. Inevitably, there was a piece on Lady Di.

Still a virgin, Bonnie said but how she possibly knew that, Alison had no idea. But still, about to get married, and that meant sex. Would she and the Prince do what Bonnie did to Olly? Surely princesses didn't do such things.

And then she was thinking about it again, picturing not Charles and Diana but Olly and Bonnie. And then she was wet again, wet watching the news with her parents.

It was a relief when she could make her way to bed to finger herself into a fitful sleep.

...

Alison's bedroom window looked out over the main road from the village. She was sat up in her room a few days later when she saw Bonnie walking along the road and out of the village.

Alison had managed to regain some of her composure but she still kept thinking about what she had seen. But also what she hadn't seen. There must have been more. Did she just suck him off or did they go all the way? Alison couldn't stop thinking about it.

She made up her mind to follow Bonnie. Probably she was just going to go and look at the singles in Woolies. But maybe not.

Alison put her book down and made her way into the street. Bonnie was nowhere to be seen but Alison knew which way she would be going. She followed her.

She saw no sign of Bonnie at any point, not even at the hedgerow with the hole through to the shed in the meadow. Alison hesitated and turned the corner on the way to the main town. At this point, the road stopped winding and ran straight for a mile and a half. If Bonnie were walking to town she would be clearly visible. The road was empty.

Alison returned to the hole in the hedgerow. There was no sign of life on the other side, just harvest mice running through the long grass. That meant nothing though, Bonnie had enough of a start that she could be in there now. In there, with Olly.

Alison wasn't about to risk being spotted walking through the open meadow this time though. She traced a longer route round through a nearby field and into the woods on the far side.

As she approached the shed through the trees, she tried to keep calm but she could feel the blood pumping in her veins. She could also feel the wetness spreading in her knickers as everything took on a heightened, hyper real aspect, which just got stronger the closer she got.

She kept telling herself that she was mistaken, that the shed would be empty, nothing to see, that Bonnie would have gone another way. She wasn't even sure if she was hoping to see anything or not.

But even before she could get close enough to put her eyes to the crack in the wood, she heard it, a low repeated noise somewhere between a moan and a grunt. Alison may have been naive but she knew what that sound meant.

Trembling, she put her eye to the crack again.

She didn't see Bonnie. Instead she saw Cindy Tailor, one of Bonnie's slutty friends bent over a work bench, getting fucked from behind. Alison couldn't quite see who the boy was but it wasn't Olly.

Alison almost moaned out loud as she watched. It was true that she couldn't see much from the angle she was at, she couldn't see any of the really naughty stuff at all but there was no doubt that she was watching two people, actually having sex, right before her eyes.

Without even thinking her hand was in her jeans and rubbing her soaking wet pussy as she watched Cindy moaning and grunting from the hard cock thrusting inside her. Alison rubbed her clit hard, feeling so dirty watching them fuck, dirty and horny and so very, very turned on.

"You dirty bitch!"

Alison froze, her hand still in her knickers and her blood suddenly cold as ice at the sound of the voice behind her.

She slowly turned to see Bonnie, short leather skirt and back combed hair, looking down at her.

"Bonnie ..." Alison sort of whimpered, lost in mortification.

"I never had you down as such a dirty perv," replied Bonnie walking slowly towards her.

Alison just stared at her, too mortified even to take her hand out of her pants. No idea what to do next.

Bonnie looked at her sardonically, a sort of wry smile on her face. She came up to Alison and stood beside her next to the shed.

"What have you been looking at?" she asked, the smirk on her face telling that she knew all too well.

Alison felt too humiliated to answer.

"Let's see shall we," Bonnie answered her own question and, crouching down, put her own eyes to one of the cracks.

For a while she didn't say anything and Alison wasn't sure if Bonnie had even forgotten she was there. Then Bonnie sort of moaned and said, almost to herself, "Yeah, give it to her."

Alison, despite herself found her own eyes dragged back to the crack.

The couple inside had moved position now. Cindy was lying on her back on the workbench with her bare legs spread, her lover was standing between them.

Alison could see everything now, see Cindy's wet open vagina and the boy's big hard dick thrusting in and out of it. It was so graphic, so raw, so sexual that Alison almost felt herself cumming just watching it.

She was aware of a rustling behind her and a low, earthy breathing from Bonnie as the two girls watched the couple fucking in the shed. Her own hand was still in her knickers and she couldn't stop herself flicking over her clit.

The boy in the shed was grunting too now and Alison guessed he was about to cum. Cindy was practically shouting out each time he thrust into her, blocking out the low moans coming from Bonnie. Alison just gave in and rubbed and rubbed and rubbed until she felt her own orgasm overwhelm her.

She felt like she blacked out for a second. When she came to, she looked over at Bonnie. Bonnie was breathing hard in a way that made Alison sure that she'd just cum too.

Bonnie grinned at her and then just said, "Quick, let's get out of her before they come out."

Then Bonnie took Alison by the hand and led her back through the woods, the two girls running and giggling together until they finally made their way back to the main road.

Bonnie looked at Alison appraisingly once they got there.

"You know, I've always liked you Alison but I thought you were such a snooty bitch sometimes."

She grinned at her naughtily, "Much more fun to be a dirty bitch like me!"