Peter gestured with his head to the Willow Walk, a tunnel of living willow trees that linked the west lawn to the south vista of the six hundred year old house. Peter unlocked the outer door of the new chapel, they would be able to marry people there, Christen their kids and conduct funeral services as well, they were really entering into the religious service industry in a big way.

"You're moving up to Wellingborough high school after the holidays, aren't you?"

I nodded my head, "My dad had his heart set on me going to Stanton's Academy in Kettering though, they're second in the county where Wellingborough is eighth out of ten local high schools!"

"Wouldn't you miss your boyfriend if you went to Stanton's though?"

I felt my face heat up, "I don't really have a boyfriend at the moment!"

"Can I ask...how many boys have you kissed so far?"

Well, that caused me a little splutter...I shook my head slowly, "Come off it Sarah, Simon Dakin has seen you kissing at least two boys at school in the last term alone!"

I'd have to thank Simon bloody Dakin for spying on me the next time I saw him...mind you, I might not see him ever again, his father had influence and had bagged a place for Simon at Stanton's Academy.

"You mean boys at school?

"Any boy that you have had a proper kiss with that you weren't related to!"

"About eight boys at school two...no...three at youth club and a couple of random strangers! So, fourteen, fifteen...tops!"

"I'd like to kiss you...I wanted to ask you at Christmas when you were standing under the mistletoe but your mother was watching you like a hawk...can I kiss you now please?"

I shrugged my shoulders.

He shuffled around in front of me, pressed his lips against mine, I closed my eyes and started counting Mississippis. At thirty Mississippis, there was a click behind me from a door that should have been securely locked, I tried to step away from Peter but he pulled me back, "Don't worry, it's only Mick...he'd like a kiss too!"

I felt hands grip my hips from behind and Peter kissed me again as Mick Dakin kissed the back of my neck and pulled my bottom against his groin, Mick whispered in my ear, "Have you been fucked yet?"

I shook my head.

Mick bit the back of my neck gently as he pressed his hard cock against my lower back and then he said, "Please tell me that you've sucked a boy's cock at least!"

I nodded my head.

Mick's hands moved up from my hips and he pulled my t-shirt out of my shorts and started to pull it up over my ribs, "Arms please Sarah…"

Mick sounded so much like my mother that I responded automatically and lifted my arms in the air. There was a slight delay at my neck, Peter didn't want to let my lips break away from our kiss, even though his partner was trying to remove my T-shirt.

Mick hadn't wasted his time during the delay, he had managed to do a one handed flick to open my bra strap and as he pulled my shirt over my head, my bra went with it.

For the first time in my life...since growing boobs at least...I was standing topless in front of a man...well, two men...and both of them were older than my father as well as being his employers.

Peter said, "Your tits are fucking fantastic!"

Now that was a fantastic confidence boost to a girl of my age to have an older, very experienced man tell me that. I looked down at my breasts and caught a movement further down, Peter was pushing his trousers and underpants down, his cock bounced into view, it was twice as fat and twice as long as any of the cocks I'd seen or felt in my life so far.

I must have looked terrified because Peter stroked the back of my head and said, " Don't worry, we won't take your virginity...we just want a little play today! Will you suck my cock for me please? "

Peter was applying light downward pressure on the back of my head, I didn't need him to draw me a picture, I was going down onto my knees in front of him as I'd done for every boy I'd sucked off so far but when I was around half way down, Mick grabbed my hips again, "If you kneel down, only one of us can play!"

Mick pulled my legs straight again and pressed his hand between my shoulder blades, pushing my upper body down to Peter's cock. Just before I captured Peter's cock in my mouth, I spotted Mick stepping out of his trousers and underpants, I watched him shuffle in behind me, his knees on the outside of mine.

I thought, 'At least I still have my shorts and knickers on!' and suddenly...I didn't…there was a tightening of my waistband as Mick flipped the button and pulled the zip down at the side of my shorts, my shorts and knickers both sailed down to my ankles as soon as they were released.

Mick tapped my Left ankle, "Lift!"

I lifted my left foot and Mick pulled my shorts and knickers over my foot, he patted my right ankle and this time I lifted my foot without him asking me...I was now totally naked in front of a man, other than my father, for the first time in my life.

I wasn't sure if I wanted to be fucked or not but when I put my right foot back on the floor, it was eighteen inches away from my left foot, not right next to it.

"Don't open your legs that wide...I don't want to break you in, that'll be far too messy for today...I just want to fuck you between your upper thighs."

I was well into sucking Peter by now, I closed my legs, trapping Mick's cock between the soft flesh at the tops of my thighs.

Peter now started fucking my mouth, not content with me just sucking him, "It looked like you really wanted Mick to fuck you there Sarah...do you like Simon Dakin...Mick's son?"

I nodded my head, pivoting around his cock.

"Would you let Simon fuck you after your next period ends?"

I gasped from the question but also because the ridge on top of Mick's cock was rubbing over my sensitive spot as he fucked me between my closed thighs. I caught my breath and then nodded my head.

Peter was now pulling my forehead hard into his abdomen as he fucked my mouth...my usual modes operandi was to suck until the first spurt, then pull my head to one side and either take the rest of the semen on my face or let it fall to the ground and after he finished spurting, I'd spit out what was in my mouth...I didn't get that option, Peter bent his knees and then thrust upwards hard into my mouth, I choked, coughed and he was firing off, pumping his seed directly into my throat. It really was a series of firsts for me today and now, I'd swallowed my first load of cum.

Peter stepped away from me and I had to put my hands on my knees as I stood letting Mick use the soft flesh at the tops of my thighs to masturbate himself to keep myself bent at the waist. Now I was looking between my legs at Mick's cock pounding in and out of the tight gap between my thighs.

When Mick finally climaxed, his first shot hit me in my face, Mick then pulled his hips back quickly, turned me to face him and his cock fired a second blast into my face from much closer this time and then his cock was in my mouth for the third, fourth and fifth shots and I swallowed the lot.

Peter collected a globule of Mick's spunk off of my chin before it dripped to the floor and he pulled my bum cheeks apart and rubbed Mick's spunk against my anal muscle.

Mick's mobile phone took a text message, "That message is from my Simon, John's just leaving his office!"

I was suddenly cleaned of all spunk residue, handed my shorts and T-shirt but not my bra or knickers and Peter escorted me out of the chapel.

When I reached my seat at the table, I found a plate with two sandwiches on it and a half a glass of cola, Mick had stage dressed our table to make it look like I'd been there all the time.

I saw my father walking out of the main office building with Simon Dakin buzzing around him, Simon was asking all kinds of questions about why he'd chosen his particular way of resolving the problem he had, Simon looked at me and smiled, "Hi Sarah...this is John, he's a Clarke too…" Simon did a bit of a double take...very theatrically, looking from the flag on my table to my father, the flag said 'John Clarke...Senior Construction Engineer.' "...oh, you're related to John are you?"

I smiled at Simon's playacting, "We're father and daughter...I'm the daughter!"

"Shit...sorry, I thought that you came because I invited you through the school web chat server."

"My account was closed last week because I'm going to Wellingborough High next term...I think you Samwoth kids keep the chat into next year as well!"

Simon said, "I didn't think you liked roast beef sandwiches...shall I eat that one for you?"

"I picked it up by mistake...feel free!"

Simon plonked his arse down next to me on the picnic bench and bit down on the roast beef sandwich, then he looked over at me sheepishly and then at my father before jumping to his feet and swallowing the un-chewed portion of the beef sandwich in his mouth whole, "I'm sorry John...is it okay for me to sit here please?"

Simon was trying to make it look like we sat together all the time at school, my dad looked a little shocked, after all, I never mentioned boys or boyfriends at home...ever, and I'd had more than a dozen boyfriends in the past year.

"It's okay lad, if Sarah's happy...I'm happy!"

Simon sat back down at my side, a little closer this time than before. As he took a second bite of my sandwich, he stroked his hand over my thigh, between the bottom of my shorts and my knee, he started talking to me about all of the things that I liked, he really must have been watching me closely over the years to have known so many of my likes and dislikes.

When Simon finished the roast beef sandwich, he jumped to his feet again, "Can I fetch you a couple of egg mayo and cress sandwiches to make up for the beef I've stolen from your plate?"

My eyes flicked to my father, he was actually beaming with pride that I'd picked such a considerate boy to be my boyfriend.

I smiled at Simon and nodded my head.

We were called into the Great Hall, all one hundred or so picnic guests. Peter Simpson and Mick Dakin were standing either side of the massive oak doors, leading from the Great Hall and into the new chapel, there was a wide ribbon blocking the doorway closed, it had a top band of white to signify marriage, then a checkered, pink and blue band, twice as wide as the white band, that was to signify baby boys and girls that would be the products of the marriages that Peter and Mick were hoping would be Christened in the chapel and a thin black band for the funerals that might take place there as well.

Mick started the speech, "As the designer and architect of this magnificent new building, I felt that I should open it, my partner, Peter Simpson thinks otherwise!"

Peter took over the microphone, "Well Mick, you may have designed the chapel but I'm senior partner, it is after all, Simpson and Dakin, not Dakin and Simpson...and, all the pretty drawings in the world could never turn out anything that beautiful, you need craftsmen and world beating engineers. So, I'm handing the job of opening the building to a true craftsman…"

The job of actually cutting the ribbon was passed to my father, he made up a quick speech about wishing to see a lot of couples getting married in the new chapel and that he wished to see many more couples Christening their children in the fullness of time but that he hoped that not too many of them would need the funeral services they offered and he cut the ribbon and the huge oak doors opened seemingly by themselves. The doors were actually opened by Alan, my father's top carpenter and Josh, his master bricklayer, they had been watching my father on a CCTV monitor inside the chapel as he cut the ribbon.

Simon took my hand and guided me through to one of the front pews while my father stood by the doors taking all the plaudits along with Alan and Josh.

Simon kissed me, I was sure that it was for my father's benefit more than mine.

"My father tells me that you're willing to let me break you in after your next period...when will that be, roughly?"

'What is it with these people, for as long as I've known about periods, the overriding factor that stood out in my mind is that men and boys ran a mile at the mention of a girl's period...and here is Simon, actually asking me when my period would come, or rather when it would end.' ran into my head as I smiled at him, "I should start my bleed in five days time and it should last for four days!"

I saw Simon's fingers twitch and could almost hear him running through the five days as his five fingers twitched, 'Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday...bleed on Friday, Saturday, Sunday and Monday...' "Can I call you the Tuesday after next...do you think that your mother would let you come out with me for the day?"

"Might be an issue if it comes out of the blue!"

"Won't your dad tell her about us and what we've been doing today?"

"Do you think that your dad will tell your mum what we've been doing today?"

"Probably not...but I assumed that 'Normal' parents talked to each other about 'Normal' things!"

"They're all much the same."

It was looking like my father was going to talk to every one of the one hundred guests at the picnic as they filed past him and his best two workers. Simon said, "Shall we go for a walk in the rose garden...it's very romantic when all the roses are in bloom, like they are at this time of the year!"

I let Simon guide me out of the back door of the chapel, guide me out from the southern lawn to the western lawn and then down to the rose garden. We didn't smell the flowers though, I was pulled over to the arbour where most of the wedding photographs were taken. Simon sat on the seat and pulled me onto his lap. We sat kissing like that until we heard my father calling my name, I shouted that we were in the rose arbour and then Simon moved his hand off of my hip, where he'd been using it to hold me in place on his lap, to my left breast on the outside of my 't-shirt'...again, more for my father's benefit than ours.

As my father stepped into the rose garden, Simon gave my tit an extra hard squeeze and I pushed his hand off of my chest, I saw movement in my father's trousers, he had to turn his back on us before he grew fully hard inside his trousers, he was spluttering a little as he said, "I'm sorry darling but I have to go to Leicester to sort something out...I'm going to have to take you home and then dash over to my building site in Leicester to look into an accident...could take quite a while for me to sort out!"

I slipped off of Simon's knee, his phone was already in his hand, he had selected 'Dad' from his contacts list and his thumb was a blur on the screen, writing a message to his father. I didn't need to read more than his father's name at the top of his screen to know that Simon was telling his father that my dad was taking me home from the picnic early.

We were walking purposefully across the west lawn and Mick Dakin came running out of the main hall, heading us off at the pass.

"What's happened in Leicester John?"

"All I know is someone's had a fall from a height...I'm going to run Sarah home and then get right over there to talk to the investigator from the Health and Safety Executive."

"We can get someone to drop Sarah off at home at the end of the picnic, as her mother's at work, I'm sure that Sarah would rather stop here and have a little more fun at the picnic instead of sitting at home all on her own...and if I can't find anyone else to take Sarah home, I'll take her myself, it's only a mile and a half out of my way after all and an accident at work needs your immediate action!"

Dad looked at me, "How about you darling...would you rather stop at the picnic..." Simon had just caught up with us, I spotted him and reached out with my hand to capture his and stood holding his hand, "...or go straight home now?"

"I'd rather stop here with Simon if that's okay with you dad!"

"Okay but come with me to my car to collect your coat, it may be cool later."

I dropped Simon's hand and walked with my father, as we turned the corner of the building, he draped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me into his side, "Sarah, this is a little bit difficult for me to say but my bosses, you know, Peter Simpson and Mick Dakin, aren't very nice men, they like to get information about women..." he looked down at me and gave me an awkward smile, "...and you are a woman now, they like to get information about a woman that she wouldn't like to get out and then they use that information to get the woman to do all kinds of things that she wouldn't usually want to do!"

"Dad, you've known me most of my life, have you ever known me to do anything that I really didn't want to do?"

"Not really but you might do something that you didn't want them to tell me about and you may let them talk you into doing something to stop them telling me what they know...I know that the reason that your mother wouldn't come today was because they got something on her from Tina's wedding in April...she still won't tell me what they got on her but...well, it upset her a lot!"

I put my hand on his arm, "Dad...I'm planning on losing my virginity to Simon one day very soon...I'm not telling you that to upset you but to demonstrate that there is nothing in the world that I wouldn't share with you...so, don't worry about them trying to blackmail me into doing something that I don't want to do!"

"How long have you been Simon Dakin's girlfriend?"

I let my hand fall from his arm as I looked at my hand wiggling all five fingers as if I were counting, I didn't want to tell him that the first time that I'd really spoken to Simon was today but how long would be long enough for a girl to go out with a boy before she was willing to lose her virginity to him, "Around six months!" a little white lie, just to stop my father worrying too much!

I hooked my finger in the loop inside my coat's collar and flicked my coat over my shoulder, gave my father a reassuring kiss and let him get off to his building site accident forty miles north of us.

Simon was waiting for me just out of my father's sight, he dangled a bunch of keys in front of me as I approached him, I said, "What are the keys for?"

"My dad's office...I thought you might like to go somewhere private with me for a little fun!"

I knew the way to my father's office but had to let Simon lead the way to his father's office, once inside the office, he locked the door behind us.

Simon came over to me and kissed me as he started to pull my 't-shirt' off over my head, "Sarah...I know that you agreed to let me break you in for my dad and Peter Simpson to use the Tuesday after next but as your dad's not here now, can we do it today please?"

I pushed his hand away from my shirt, "I was leaving it until that date because I'm not certain exactly where I am in my cycle today and I won't be sure that it's safe until my bleed starts...we could do it any time after I start bleeding but not today!"

"I could use a condom!"

"Do you have a condom?"

Simon grinned at me and dragged me over to his father's desk, he pulled the top drawer open and there were several unopened boxes of condoms inside. I took a fresh box out of the drawer and ripped the plastic wrapper off and took a silver foil package out of the box, "Okay, you can do me today so long as you use this and use it properly...no pissing about!"

I was just about to take my own 't-shirt' off...I only had two items of clothing on after my encounter with Peter and Mick earlier so there didn't seem much point in letting Simon have the pleasure of unwrapping me.

"STOP!"

Well, that was a shock...why did Simon stop me taking my shirt off!

"Before you take your shirt off, I just want to point out that there are two cameras in this room and whatever we do, my dad and Uncle Peter will watch it later on their CCTV monitors."

I heard someone trying to open the door into the office, I gave Simon a suspicious look, he held his hands up to indicate his innocence, "Nothing to do with me..."

Simon turned his father's CCTV monitor towards me, he selected the passageway outside the office, "Look, that's Maurine Ledbetter from payroll and Alan Smith from the drawing office looking for somewhere comfortable to hook up."

I watched Maurine give up on Mick's door and the two of them rushed over to Peter's office and disappeared inside. Simon chose a split screen option to feed the output from the two cameras in Peter's office onto the screen and then he chose a record option, he called the recording 'ML+AS, picnic 2021.mp4' and saved it in a folder called important staff information, "My dad will be very interested in this video, he's been knocking on Maurine's door for months and getting nowhere fast!"

We watched as Alan and Maurine got down to it, Maurine was in a hurry to get it over with as quickly as possible, I'd seen her with her husband and two young daughters at their picnic table earlier so she must have been doing Alan Smith behind her husband's back, Alan took his trousers and underpants off but Maurine only took her knickers off and lifted the front of her summer dress up as far as her waist.

"So, Sarah, what do you think, is it still okay, even if my dad and Peter will both be watching us later on?"

I was transfixed by Maurine and Alan fucking like rabbits on the CCTV monitor, it looked like Maurine was having a whale of a time and Alan seemed to be doing all of the work but even though the heat of the day and all of his exertion were causing him to sweat a lot, he still seemed to be having fun as well.

"Well?"

I looked from the screen to Simon, "I'll let you do me but first, I want to look in that folder that you saved Maurine and Alan's film in!"

Simon looked very worried at that request but he wanted to do me so he reluctantly agreed and opened the folder up for me.

I sat in front of the computer terminal controlling the screen, there were thousands of folders and files, I selected sort by alphabet and then I clicked again to get the files and folders in reverse order, two folders from the top of the page was one called 'VC', my mother's initials so I double clicked on that folder and that folder was presented in created date order.

VC+REX.mp4
VC+MD.mp4
VC+PS.mp4
VC+PS+MD.mp4
VC+PG.mp4

The date that the VC+REX has been recorded was the date of my cousin Tina's wedding in April. I'd seen my mother getting ready for the wedding that morning, she wore a thong that I personally thought was thirty years too young for her, a very sexy bra that almost matched the thong and a brand new dress that was far too short for her. I'd made a mental note at the wedding that my mother had flirted with Anthony, one of Tina's new husband's friends...he was also about thirty years too young for my mother, in my humble opinion. I'd seen her get a knock back from Anthony...actually, I thought that Anthony was having a 'Thing' with Tina if I were being honest.

When my mother struck out with Anthony, she hit the free booze and got very tipsy and disappeared for at least half an hour while the speeches were being made and the toasts drunk...she even missed the highlight of the wedding breakfast...the cutting of the wedding cake.

I double clicked on the icon for the VC+REX.mp4 film and watched my mother stumbling into the rose garden, it was some time after the wedding because the grass was covered in confetti and that had been clean when Tina and her husband had their wedding photographs taken after the ceremony.

There was sound but it was very poor quality, a lot of wind noise over the top. Mum said, "Hello little doggy...I hope that you're a boy doggy...I'll bet you won't reject me like that bastard Anthony!"

I saw an Alsatian at her feet, she scratched her finger nails through the hair between the dog's ears, I assumed that the dog's name was Rex...just because of the name of the film. Rex rolled onto its back, its legs in the air and an inch of pink lipstick showing from his sheath. Mum scratched the dog's belly, "Oh, I see that you are a boy doggy and you're a very naughty doggy showing a lady your cock like that!" her fingers scratched from his belly to the delicate pink cock that was peeping out of his hairy sheath and she pulled the sheath back, exposing more cock and then Rex started humping at her hand, even though he was laying on his back.

"Oh...you're a very big boy aren't you!"

There was another voice that sounded closer to the camera, "Rex, where the fuck have you run off to?"

Rex responded with a bark, then a jump and he knocked my mother over, she was struggling to get up, she made it onto her hands and knees, her dress hiked up above her hips at the back, the string of dental floss that laughingly called it's self the back of her knickers clearly hidden from view between her bum cheeks and suddenly her bum disappeared from view as Rex jumped up on her back, his forelegs hooked over her hips, his front paws gripping her over her pussy mound.

There was a squeal from my mother and suddenly Paul the security guard was standing at the side of the dog/woman combination, he took his phone out of his pocket and phoned someone, "Hi Mr Dakin, Paul Grant here, you should check the rose garden CCTV camera feed...I'm sure that you'll be interested in what you see!"

"Paul you bastard, why did you tell Mick Dakin...I would have been nice to you if you'd kept this our little secret...now get your fucking dog off of my back right now!"

I saw Paul chuckle but didn't hear him, "Victoria darling, I'll get a two hundred pound bonus from Mr Dakin for telling him to look at the CCTV film, he'll look at the film and use it to blackmail you into bed with him and once he's finished with you, he'll hand you over to me to play with and you will do every disgusting thing that I tell you to do or I'll pass DVDs of you and Rex around the whole town, I know at least ten of your husband's friends as well as your mum and dad's address!"

Paul lifted Rex's hind leg, I could actually see his cock in my mother's cunt...I could also see that as Paul raised the dog's leg, he almost lifted my mother off the floor as well, "I'm sorry Vicky, looks like you and Rex will be friends for at least twenty more minutes!"

I turned the video off, Simon looked crestfallen, "Well, I suppose that our fun is off now that you've seen that video!"

I gave him a serious look and then I pulled my 't-shirt' off over my head, "I told my dad that I was going to give you my virginity soon...if I don't, that will make me a liar and I never lie to my father!"

Simon's sad face turned instantly upside down into a grin as he rushed to undress himself as I pulled my shorts down.

"God Sarah...you're beautiful...after my dad and my Uncle Peter have finished playing with you...can we still be boyfriend and girlfriend?"

"Would you still want me after I've let your dad and Peter Simpson screw me?"

"Of course I will...mind you, it'll be a little difficult when I'm at school in Kettering and you're at school in Wellingborough...but there'll always be the weekends to play together!"

We moved over to the large leather sofa that seemed to be the focal point of one of the CCTV cameras mounted on the ceiling above Mick's desk. I opened the silver foiled condom and carefully rolled it down Simon's cock, the fourth time that I'd skinned a condom down a shaft but the first three were skinned down nine inch long sections of a broom stick handle screwed to a wooden base, nothing like the complexity of a real boy's cock but our annual sex education class entitled safe sex...once a year, every year, we would be taught how to roll a condom down a fake cock from the age of eleven to eighteen years of age.

The actual act was over disappointingly fast, a few moments of searing pain and just as I was starting to get used to it, he filled the rubber and I had to kick him out of my cunt.

"Sorry about that but I've never felt such a tight cunt in my life...I'll be able to last longer the next time we do it!"

"And when do you think that will be?"

"Well, I was thinking of taking you into my dad's executive bathroom, using his shower hose to flush the blood and skin out of your vagina and once you're all nice and clean inside, we could go for second helpings of pudding!"

Well, that brought a smile back to my face and I let him pull me off of the sofa and into a cupboard that had been transformed into a small but fully functioning bathroom.

Simon washed me out with warm water and then he washed his own cock, he took a pee to empty his pipe-work of his little swimmers as well before we returned to the sofa and I skinned a fresh condom down his cock and we got down to business once again.

Simon managed to last almost thirty minutes, five very powerful orgasms for me and when he finally filled his recycled tractor tyre inner-tube with his jiz, I bucked him off of my body again to stop him resting in my cunt, waiting to get his breath back before pulling his cock out of my cunt.

By the time we were dressed and had unlocked the office door, the picnic was all over bar the shouting, we bumped into Simon's father talking to Maurine Ledbetter and flirting with her two young daughters, saw us and said, "How did the football match go Simon?"

Simon smiled at his father, "The first half was a little disappointing, we managed to score one goal, after the half time changing of ends, the game got a lot more exciting but we lost in the end, we only scored two goals, the other side scored five...I've recorded the game for you to watch later..." Simon looked at Maurine, "...have you seen Alan Smith anywhere Mrs Ledbetter, he wanted me to do something for him but I haven't seen him anywhere since I saw him by my father's office earlier!"

Maurine's face turned instantly red and she hurried her children away, calling back over her dhoulder, "I bumped into him by the trifle bowl about an hour ago."

Mick said, "What was that all about?"

Simon laughed, "I've made a video of Maurine and Alan in Peter's office for you to use later!"

"And what about Sarah...did you make a video of her for me?"

Simon looked at me and grinned, "Well, I did but it probably won't be of any use to you, Sarah told John that she planned to let me take her virginity sometime in the next few days so he won't be at all surprised to find out that I screwed her today."

Mick looked very disappointed, "Well, I suppose that means that me and Peter don't get our fun in two weeks time then!"

I shook my head, "No, I'm happy to let you and Peter play with me, just not happy for you to try and blackmail me into doing it."

I was driven home and dropped off at the end of my driveway, my mother's car was slap bang in the middle, it was obvious that she hadn't actually been to work today, I grabbed my coat and was about to just walk up the drive on my own but Mick stopped me, "Let Simon carry your coat for you...let your mother see that the two of you are friends, after your period ends, we'll need a reason to get you out of the house for a day so that me and Peter can have our little bit of fun with you without your mother being suspicious."

Mum was very frosty towards Simon, especially when she saw his father sitting in his car in the street without Simon's mother in the car. Even though my mother wasn't at all happy about it, before I let Simon go, I kissed him, just a quick kiss but it was on the lips while we were still in my mother's sight.

Mum watched Simon run back to his father's car, "Don't bother taking your shoes off, we're going to a shop in Bedford!"

Mum drove us to the emergency pharmacy, I was dragged into the little consultation room and my mother told him that I'd had unprotected sex with a stranger and that I needed the morning after pill. I was railroaded a little, I'd taken the pill from his fingers into my mouth and swallowed it down with a paper cup full of water and was given another pill to take at nine o'clock...in four hours time. When we got home, my mother warned me that I needed to change into more comfortable clothes, "Put on big knickers and put a panty liner in them, when the pill works, you'll flood like never before.

I smiled at myself and thought, 'If only she knew that I haven't worn a bra or knickers all day.'

"What are you doing with dad's PC mum?"

"I'm booking my appointment to get my next birth control implant on Tuesday...and I'm booking you in as well!"

"What for?"

"If you're going to hang out with Simon Dakin, you'll need proper birth control...especially once Mick Dakin get's his hands on you...he won't wear a condom!"

I watched over her shoulder as she booked my appointment in the slot after hers, in the reason for visit, she wrote, 'Following unprotected sex with a stranger, Sarah has taken the morning after pill but now needs permanent birth control!'

I'd got massive stomach cramps before my father got home from Leicester and was bleeding like a stuck pig by the time I went to bed...the only good thing about the morning after pill was that my bleed only lasted two days, rather than the four it usually took, one of the bad things was, my period was ten times more painful.

I watched as my mother had her implant injected into her arm and then I had my pre family planning medical and was told about the usual side effects of the implants, the particular one that our doctor favoured for me had two women in a thousand reported that they had a marked increase Erotomania. As he said that, he looked at my mother and she blushed...obviously, she was one of the two women in a thousand that had that particular side effect from her implant.

When we left the doctor's office, I asked my mother what exactly Erotomania was.

She blushed an even deeper red, "Uncontrollable sexual desire...I'm sure that the kids at your school would call it nymphomania!"

That gave me food for thought, if my mother was effected like that by her implant...perhaps I could look forward to the same side effect!"

7,015 Words.

Already seen Confidence boost Pt1, click here to read part 2 or here to read part 3 and here to read part 4

Click isabella-30-uk@hotmail.co.uk if you would like to comment on this, or any other story by Isabella.

Please help to support ASSTR by making a donation HERE