"You were amazing" she said, fighting the urge to cry.
The concern dropped from Ben's face like a dead crow and behind it was an adoring serenity. He realised all of a sudden: that he'd done it. His face broke, and he couldn't stop himself grinning like an end of school party. He was saturated with relief, with pride, with joy. He shuffled quickly, put an arm around Alison and kissed her. They locked themselves together with gentle caresses, and tender kisses.
Paul signalled to Victoria that they should leave them to it, and Victoria nodded disappointedly. She'd wanted to congratulate them both, especially Ben for some reason she couldn't fathom, and she wanted to reassure herself that they were both alright, that they had both enjoyed it. She knew the answers to her questions were staring her in the face, but she needed the affirmation.
Paul sat in the chair, and worried about Victoria's strange behaviour. When she joined him she didn't put her arms round him like normal, so he put his around her.
CHAPTER TWENTY
Feeling Paul's arms creep tentatively around her, Victoria relented and wrapped her arms around him. She felt exhausted.
"Are you okay?" Paul asked.
Victoria just shook her head, not in denial but in dismissal.
"Victoria? Come on, what's the problem?" he persisted.
She sat quietly for a little while, examining her own feelings, trying to understand what it was she felt.
"I don't know" she said eventually.
"If you don't want to talk about it..." he said.
"It's not that... it's just... Sometimes it feels too much" she said, her face becoming sad. Paul waited, letting her get it off her chest in her own time.
"Everyone looks to me for leadership" she said "And I don't mind. But, sometimes I wonder if we push things too far. I wonder if we really know what we're doing."
"If you mean Alan" he said "He deserved everything he got."
"No" she said shaking her head "I don't mean the victims, bugger them. I mean us, that's all that matters."
Paul studied her carefully, not wanting to interrupt her with a kiss or a squeeze, or a comment.
"When Ben... did you see his face?" she asked beginning to well up again. Paul nodded.
"I thought... we'd... No - I'd, pushed him too far, too quickly. Forced him into to something he wasn't ready for, couldn't cope with, and I'd hurt him. I mean seriously hurt him, done permanent damage." A tear rolled down her cheek again. "And all for some stupid selfish sentimental notion that sex was the universal panacea, and as soon as he had his first shag he'd be eternally grateful and be transformed into some contented confident plaything" she said.
Paul remained quiet and still.
"And I'm not God, it's not for me to decide, push people into things. I'm always forcing people to do things they don't want to do, and sometimes I just get tired of it" she continued.
"Just look" said Paul, nodding towards Ben and Alison. She looked. Ben and Alison were blissfully kissing and caressing each other, their faces adoring and joyous.
"And you're always right" he said comfortingly.
Victoria frowned and then smiled, letting out a short weak laugh.
"Also, my period's due soon. Sometimes I get a bit over emotional" she said.
"God help us" said Paul.
"What?" she asked.
"Well, you know, you do get a bit bitchy sometimes" he said.
"I do not" she said emphatically.
Paul nodded "Sometimes" he said "You can be quite... difficult. I'd hate to be a victim when you're in that mood."
She frowned at him again "I'm not that bad, am I?" she asked.
"You're always adorable" he said. A moment of silence passed, and to change the subject Paul said "You're a bit soft on Ben aren't you?"
She didn't respond immediately, but then nodded slowly "I think you're right, but I don't know why. I think because he seems so vulnerable in a way, it brings out my maternal side. And he's just so cute - I want to gobble him up. Maybe he symbolises the innocence we've lost. Oh I don't know!"
"He is the first male member of the gang, apart from me, and we kind of grew into this together" he said.
"True." She said thoughtfully.
"So maybe you're compensating for all the boys you've tortured" he suggested.
"Oh God, now you're getting all Freudian. Don't do that, for God's sake" she said. She reached a hand up and ran her fingers through Paul's unruly hair.
"We really should do something about your hair" she said in tone that sounded disturbingly like his mother's.
"Where did that come from?" he asked in surprise.
"I just noticed" she said defensively.
"Anyway, do what with it?" he asked suspiciously. He liked his hair just the way it was.
"Some ribbons maybe?" she suggested. He tickled her and she shrieked in surprise. But not for long. She seized him suddenly and kissed him. Paul kissed her back with all the love in the world, glad that she was back to her normal self. His hand came up to her breast and took comfort from its warm swelling firmness. Through her white cotton blouse it felt heavenly.
Victoria stroked a hand down Paul's arm, and began to warm up again. Paul felt his penis stiffen in his pants, and he turned Victoria sideways slightly, kissing her more deeply and caressing her breast more freely. Victoria broke away just long enough to say "You get those clothes off this instant, young man" and Paul sprang fully to life. She didn't let him go though, fully intent on undressing him herself as part of their passionate foreplay. She pulled his shirt up while he began to fumble with the buttons on her blouse. Meeting in the middle, Paul gave way and raised his arms before returning to his task. He was kicking his own shoes off as Victoria pulled his t-shirt free. They didn't stop kissing. The blouse took longer. Victoria had already undone Paul's trousers before he'd finished with the small buttons and he'd pulled her blouse open. Victoria's white bra was conservative; practical, far from any notion of sexy underwear, but to Paul it was as erotic a symbol of femininity as he could imagine.
Paul tried to pull off Victoria's blouse, while she tried to push down his trousers. The incompatibility of their simultaneous endeavours brought them into competition, and Paul conceded. To ease the process Victoria stood, pulling Paul up with her, and she kissed him again, allowing him to pull off her blouse and then her bra, while he let his trousers fall and trod them off. Paul lowered his head to kiss Victoria's magnificent breasts. She was only fourteen, but was already approaching an impressive 'C' cup. It was his favourite part of her. Just like everything else about her was his favourite part. Victoria leaned back, and moaned slightly. And when Paul dallied, nuzzling her breasts, kissing them, caressing her sensitive selfish nipples, she began to loosen her own skirt one-handedly. Her other hand came round behind Paul and she thrust it down into his boxers short, massaging the bare flesh of his bottom.
This acted to spur Paul on, and instantly nostalgic for her breasts, he slid his hands down her sides, his lips rising to meet hers. As they kissed, Victoria let her skirt drop to the floor, and Paul's hands rested lightly on her hips. Liberated from unfastening her skirt, her free hand came down to the front of Paul's boxer shorts and she explored gently, finding that reassuring presence that affirmed his desire for her.
Paul, not wanting to interrupt this exquisite attention, pushed a hand down the back of Victoria's knickers and placed it firmly on a divine buttock, pulling her towards him. She pressed herself against him, her breasts flattening against his chest, and her pudenda grinding into the back of her hand.
Taking the lead, Victoria separated their lips, and dropped quickly to a stoop, taking Paul's pants down with her. His eager young penis sprang free, curving up to his belly excitedly, and she seized it, holding it in custody as she rose. Motivated by urgent longings, Paul pushed Victoria's knickers down and descended with them to her ankles, his penis escaping in the process. Victoria toyed with Paul's hair while she waited.
Paul looked up her: gorgeous, divine, his ultimate desire. Her naked body uncompromised by the trainers and sock she still wore. Victoria slid down him, her hands on his arms, and she met him at ground level, to reacquaint her lips with his. She rolled Paul over so they fell softly from their squat to lie on their sides on the floor, and she recaptured his penis in the cage of her hand. Paul arched his back briefly, then returned to nuzzling her breast. His hand came down her tummy tantalisingly. Victoria, even though she was sure it would deeply shock her parents, kept her pubic hair heavily trimmed, and Paul tickled it as he approached.
Victoria gasped when his finger found her clitoris, and she felt herself lubricating as he slid down inside her labia to the opening to her vagina. She squeezed on his penis, rubbing it urgently. It was Paul's turn to gasp, and he inserted a finger inside Victoria, stroking it around in ever increasing circles. Victoria allowed herself to surrender to this intense pleasure, and she felt her excitement mounting. When Paul's thumb rested on her clitoris and began drawing circles there too, she raised both hands to his shoulders and pushed him roughly on his back. As he rolled his hands came free, and she straddled his thighs, his erection pointing skywards like a cutlass saluting before her.
She looked down at him; still for a moment.
"I hope you're clean" she said huskily.
"Of course I am" he said instantly.
"Better make sure" she said, and slipped her bottom down his legs as she brought her mouth towards him. She took just the head of his penis in her mouth and licked around the corona glandis. Paul let out a shriek of pleasure and curled his toes. Victoria's hands caressed his scrotum and the insides of his thighs, his phallus supported only by her savage kiss. She escalated her oral attentions and licking gave way to nipping and nibbling gently. As Paul squirmed at the discomfortingly intense pleasure, she slid a hand underneath him and inserted a finger inside his anus. She was dripping now, and as ready as she could be, and she signalled the impending change of play with a quick terrier like savaging of Paul's throbbing boyhood. She fumbled in her skirt briefly, ripped open a condom packet with her teeth, and shuffling up him, drew the sheath down on his penis, making this slow teasing erotic act part of their play.
Once protected, she lifted herself onto him and let herself sink down again, feeling him invade her satisfyingly. As she leaned forwards and her breasts came into range, he reached for them and took succour there. Victoria continued leaning until, at point blank range, she gazed into his deep brown eyes and she swam there for a little while before kissing him.
If Paul hadn't mastered control of his pubococcygeus muscles he would already have come, several times in all likelihood, but he held on tight, restraining himself. Victoria lifted herself gently and then lowered herself similarly, stimulating them both at the same time. She was confident that Paul would hold out, he'd always been a gentleman, and since he learned how to control his orgasms he had always practised 'ladies first'. Victoria and Emily had both taught him, encouraged him, helped him to practise, after their early disappointments in this regard.
She hastened her motions, knowing that she was close to achieving her own ecstatic state, and she kissed him all the more urgently. Paul took a hand from her breast keeping the other one happily engaged there, and it glided down between their tummies until it reached Victoria's clitoris. He gave it a mischievous tweak before rubbing it round and round. Victoria groaned with carnal delight, and her thrustings accelerated. Paul tweaked her again and she fell off the edge, tumbling ecstatically to the depths of her most intense orgasm for a long time. She let out staccato gasps as she clenched Paul's overheated penis, and he let go. His seed raced from him in pulses, and the overwhelming eruption of his orgasm knocked him back. He lay flat, his eyes unfocussed, gasping for breath.
Victoria flattened herself against him her face turned to the side, as her euphoria subsided. Feeling sated, she smiled to herself, and felt bold and confident again.
"You're a wicked little bugger" she said.
"Me?" asked Paul, unsurprised.
"Who do you think I'm talking to? Just thought I'd whipped out my mobile for a quick post coital chat with my dad?" she asked.
"I just don't remember any wickedness or buggery that's all" he replied with a laugh.
"No, just you with no patience, unable to control yourself, had to get me off as quickly as possible" she said turning her head and kissing him amorously.
"I thought you needed it, that's all" he said more seriously.
"I did" she said "Do you know what I love about you?" she asked.
"No" he replied his excitement rising.
"Well apart from everything, your consideration. You're gentle and tender, and caring, you don't always put yourself first. And you take your time, usually" she said.
Paul was elated, but he tried to sound disappointed "Oh, I was hoping you were going to say my dick."
She reached down and slapped his penis playfully "There are more important things than willies you know" she said reprovingly.
"Are there?" he said, sounding completely surprised.
Alison stared into Ben's eyes for a long time as they just smiled and caressed each other.
"Do you... love me?" she asked tentatively, afraid he might say no.
"I..." Ben just didn't know what to say, so he kissed her instead. Alison took that as a 'yes' and when they separated she beamed at him. "I knew you did" she said, and he gulped.
Emily and Amy walked in. "Good God, it looks like there's been a massacre" said Emily.
"There has" said Victoria rising reluctantly from Paul's embrace "How did it go with you two?"
"Fine" said Emily "She's a fast learner."
Amy grinned broadly, and looking down seeing Ben with Alison she wondered if they'd 'done it' yet. "It was great" said Amy, and hearing his sister's voice, Ben's hands swiftly descended to cover his stiff willy.
"It's getting late" said Emily "Alison and I are going to have to go."
"Aw! Do we have to?" said Alison desperately.
"Yes, unless you want us to be in big trouble when we get back" said Emily.
"You go, I'll come in a bit" suggested Alison without much hope.
"Right, then I'll be in double trouble for abandoning you on your own this late" said Emily "Come on girl, up you get."
"We should all be going" said Victoria.
The four of them rose like zombies from the grave, and shuffled to clothes, dressing slowly. Victoria rushed to her laptop and after short while: "Unbelievable!"
Everyone else looked up worried. "What!?" asked Paul, hurrying over, expecting trouble.
"New camera" Victoria said quickly "Clear as day." Paul and Emily took a look, and although it had fallen dark outside the view from the camera was crystal clear. "Wow!" said Paul "That really is good"
"And pin sharp" said Emily. Ben and Alison joined them.
"You guys go on ahead" said Victoria "I want a quick word with Ben. We'll catch you up."
Alison seized Ben in a hug and kissed him as if she'd never see him again. Emily took Alison's arm and dragged the pair of them towards the door impatiently until Alison let Ben go. Emily gave Paul an enquiring look, and he nodded at her with a smile.
Victoria beckoned Ben, and when he had approached close enough, she pulled him into her lap.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeh, I'm fine" he answered beginning to feel a little embarrassed again.
"Sure?" she asked.
"I think so" he said starting to feel a little worried "Shouldn't I be?" he asked.
"No, no, you should be, I just wanted to make sure" she said "So how did it go? Was it okay?"
He knew what she was referring to, he nodded violently "It was great!" he said with innocent sincerity.
"So are you my little studmuffin now, then?" she asked giving his a squeeze and a kiss on the cheek.
Ben blushed deeply, he frowned at the word 'little', but had no idea at all how to react to the word 'studmuffin'.
Continued in Chapter Twenty One