Three Steps To Heaven “Well, well… you’ve blossomed into a real beauty, Mandy!” Julie Bradshaw, my former PE teacher who I’d not seen for nearly twenty years, stood and kissed me softly on the cheek. Sonya, who was sitting at the table in the Fitness Centre coffee shop, grinned up at us, like the cat who’d got the cream. She had asked me to join her and Julie for a drink and a chat when she finished work on Saturday after...

Earning Brownie Points As it had last week, Friday dawned with a crisp white frosting to the lawns and a bright blue sky. The cheerful weather wasn’t the only reason I had a spring in my step as I made my way through the garden gate heading for Simon’s kitchen. Sonya had phoned last night to say her first date with Miss Bradshaw – Julie – had gone brilliantly well. There was more than a spark of love and lust there, she s...

Blast From The Past “So, how did you feel? Surprised? Disappointed?” Greg was lying between my legs again in a bath full of warm bubbles. “Surprised, yes! Disappointed, no.” As usual, I was stroking Greg’s meaty erection while I told him about Simon’s shock revelation from earlier in the day. “I was delighted, Greg. I mean, can you imagine Simon even meeting another woman, let alone agreeing to go for a walk with her? It’...

Like A Porn Star I was too shocked to speak. Sonya was wearing black jeans and black bomber jacket. As she came closer I could see she was made up with mascara and bright red lipstick. She looked amazing! I stood staring at her with my mouth open. Sonya spoke first. “What ’appened with lover boy, then? Nathan pissed you off or somethin’?” “Yeah, something like tha... Wait a minute! What? You followed us in there?” “I did,...

Trading Secrets Over the next few days I did my best to stay away from trouble, keeping my head down during lessons. We were given sample exam papers in most of our classes. The idea was to find out where there were holes in our grasp of the syllabus and direct our revision before the A-levels proper. It was pretty boring, to be honest. After the excitement of Monday the following days seemed distinctly lacking in thrills...

A Moment Of Madness “Thought you wasn’t comin’.” Sonya stood there wrapped in a towel, combing her short spiky hair, still wet from the shower. She looked amazingly fit. The body-builder thing doesn’t do it for me, but there was something fascinating about her arms and legs rippling with muscles. “I got waylaid, sorry.” “Come over ’ere, Mandy. We need to ’ave a little talk.” “Yes... well,” I stammered, closing the gap hes...

The Sweet Smell of Sexcess After the action-packed sex-fest that was Saturday, Sunday seemed very tame by comparison. Mum, Dad and I went on an outing to Wicksteed Park, which was nice but less fun than the last time we’d been, five years previously. I don’t think they realised now I was eighteen I’d grown out of swings, slides and climbing frames. Mum wittered on about the shortness of my skirt and tightness of my top, b...

Read the earlier parts first to find out how we got here... Chapter 8 - Thirsty Work “I’m sorry I’m late,” I called out as I let myself in through Simon’s kitchen door. It was Tuesday and yesterday’s heavy rain had gone, leaving an overcast sky and dampness everywhere. One of those autumn days where you can’t wait for winter proper to begin. But that wasn’t the reason I was late. “Hello, Mandy.” He beamed as he stepped th...

This is Part 5. You'll enjoy it best if you read the earlier parts first. Chapter 7 - Lessons In Love “I trust you had a pleasant weekend?” said Simon when I arrived in his kitchen on Monday morning. “And I hope you didn’t mind me turning up to the Park Run on Saturday morning. I just wanted to see what it was like, in case I’ve got the energy to have a go next time.” “Very pleasant, thanks, Simon.” I slipped off my cagou...

This is the fourth part of this story. Please read the other episodes first. You'll find them on my profile, under stories... Chapter 5 - Tiny Kittens “Like this, do you mean?” Greg was squeezing and tweaking my boobs as we lay in the bath that evening, with me on top. I was in the middle of recounting my sensual coffee break with Simon and Greg was trying to match my description with actions of his own. The main differen...

This is the third part of this story. Please read the earlier episodes first. You'll find them on my profile, under stories. Chapter 4 - Inspiration “You’ve inspired me, Mandy!” Simon looked and sounded chirpy the next morning as he switched the kettle on and spooned coffee into his cafetière. It was a marked improvement from his dour post-funeral face when I’d first arrived yesterday. “I’ve been for a bracing walk up on...

“Coo-ee!” I called out, as I knocked on Simon’s kitchen door and pushed it open. It was 11 am, and he was expecting me. I’d told him I’d pop round for coffee the following morning and this was our usual coffee break time. I was clutching a cake tin containing half a dozen chocolate brownies I had baked earlier, between Greg leaving for work and my phone and email going crazy. I was working from home this week. Simon appea...

Chapter 10 - Sex Before Supper “Can Natalie stay to tea, please, Mum?” I asked between sips of coffee. Natalie, nursing a cup of her own, smiled innocently at my mother. We were sitting at the kitchen table with my parents after their return from the shopping trip. While they had been putting the groceries away, Nat and I had been trying to make ourselves look decent following our mind-blowing sex session on my bed. By wa...

Chapter 9 - Completely Naked I’d never been completely naked with a girl before, except in the showers after gym, and that was nothing like this. I swear there was electricity crackling between us as Natalie lay back down on the bed and I climbed in between her wide open thighs and bent forwards to kiss her. We feasted on each other’s lips and tongues for ages, revelling in the warm, wet softness and tingling sensations u...

“I’m worried about Simon,” said Greg, gazing out of our kitchen window. He was looking across the two gardens that separated us from our neighbour’s house on this grey Tuesday afternoon in mid-November. I thought I knew why, since we’d just returned from the funeral for Simon’s wife, Liz. But I was interested to hear Greg’s take on his new situation, so I asked anyway. “Why’s that, my love?” “He’s been such a devoted husb...