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Published : 30 January 2023

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Out of the Blue
by Isabella

Story Code: m/f, Underage

People often say that this or that came right out of the blue but my recent experience was two things coming out of the blue.

The first out of a clear blue sky thing happened one Wednesday in February, I was at school, and as usual, I didn't speak to anyone at school because there were only ten students out of two thousand that actually spoke English good enough to hold a conversation with...mainly because my mother had sent me to a Muslim school after she broke up with my father and moved me down to London to live with her new girlfriend in a lesbian commune and she chose a Muslim school because it was single sex, totally single sex, no men allowed, not even cleaners or medical staff. With that in mind, imagine how shocked I was when I was taken out of my class learning mathematics but with an African twist because the woman teaching maths was African and she didn't speak English at all. The school secretary, Mrs Mistry, couldn't speak any English either, so she couldn't explain where I was going or why, she just opened the door to our medical room and pushed me inside.

A man in an Armani suit was sitting on the other side of the desk where the nurse would usually sit, he eased himself out of his seat and reached across the desk, offering me his right hand to shake as he said, "Good morning Sarah, I'm Professor Woodford, I'm a court appointed child psychologist and I've been sent by the local family court to have a chat with you this morning!"

I refused to touch his hand and looked over my shoulder but Mrs Mistry was gone and the door was closed, "What's going on...this is definitely haram...Mrs Mistry should be here to chaperone me!"

He had a little chuckle and re-offered me his hand again to shake, "She thought so too but as I'm here on behalf of the judge and our conversation is privileged, I pointed out to her that the room we met in couldn't even have a glass panel in the door so that no one could watch us as we talked..." He shook his hand in front of me again, "...come on, shake my hand, it is a conventional English thing to do when meeting someone for the first time!"

I still refused his handshake but I did allow him to talk me into sitting down on the chair opposite him at the nurse's desk. He never actually mentioned why he was there talking to me in such an unusual way but he had been trying to get into school to see me for three weeks, in the end, a judge issued something called a 'Defeat Object Warrant' and ordered the local police to be in attendance and Professor Woodford had brought a locksmith with him to open any doors that the school had, so far, steadfastly refused to open for him.

"Sarah, can I ask how many men or boys you see on a regular basis?"

I laughed at that, "Has my father sent you?"

"No...why do you ask that?"

"Welllllll...on the few occasions that I see my dad, the first thing he asks is what I've been up to since the last time he saw me and the second question is always if I'd seen or chatted to any men or boys since the last time he saw me."

The professor was making notes as I spoke and I saw him check back to an earlier note, he settled back in his seat, "Earlier, when you first came into the room, you said a word that I didn't understand, you said that this was definitely haram...what did that mean?"

"To the teachers in this school it means anything that their Imam or Mullah tell them is against the teachings of the Qur'an but I think it is more about what the Imam or Mullah don't like...one example is that any girl or woman owning a mobile phone is Haram, and I'm sure that mobile phones hadn't been invented in six-ten a.d. Even though we're taught here in this school that it was a Muslim who invented the mobile phone one hundred years ago, but that it was invented for men to use...not women."

We talked seemingly about things of little consequence until twelve o'clock, his final question was, "How many friends would you say that you have in this school Sarah?"

"None."

"How about outside of school?"

"About a half that amount!"

I'd chatted to a stranger...a man...for almost two hours and at twelve o'clock, he left me to eat my lunch in a room full of kids that all chatted together in their own languages while I ate in silence as usual.

The next thing that happened out of the blue was last week, it was Thursday the fourth of August and I was waiting for my mother or her partner, Helen, to walk me to school, I should have been allowed to walk to school on my own now that I was thirteen but it was a school rule that all students had to be chaperoned to school in the morning and home from school in the afternoon. I was bothering my mother because I was going to be late if we didn't leave right away and quite out of the blue, I was told that I wouldn't be going to school, I was going into court with my mother and Helen.

I saw my dad for the first time in months, I was supposed to see him once a month but the last three times my mother had told him that I was ill or at a party or some other excuse that made it impossible for him to see me. I ran at him and jumped into his arms and we had a massive hug in the street outside the court...even though I knew that would upset my mother, me showing my father affection in front of her and her new partner.

I spotted Professor Woodford from six months earlier in the waiting room outside Court Room number one

My mother started out upset because of the affection I'd shown my father, she changed that emotion into anger when she saw that the judge was a man, even after she had asked her lawyer to arrange for a woman judge to hear our case...mum was certain that being a lesbian made her case a special one that should be heard by a woman. I was told to sit quietly at the back of the court room, it wasn't like you see on the TV, the judge wasn't wearing a long black robe or a wig and he didn't sit behind a massive table high above everyone, in fact, it seemed more like a classroom where the judge was the teacher and the rest of us were the students.

Professor Woodford was one of the first people to give evidence. As he started speaking I saw a shocked look pass between my mother and Helen, they were shocked because they had refused him access to me at home, they had refused to take me into his office to speak to him, they had instructed my school not to allow him access to me at school so they were sure that they had thwarted his attempts at providing the court with a report on my life and the way that my mother and her lesbian lover were bringing me up.

I didn't fully understand everything that Professor Woodford said but I did understand the first part, "When I first met Sarah, I found her to be totally distrusting of strangers, especially men...distrusting and frightened to the point that she wouldn't even shake my hand, a perfectly accepted form of greeting in England..."

I saw my mother clenching her fists as she got angrier as Professor Woodford's evidence went on, he pointed out that the Muslim school that I'd been sent to by my mother was totally and wholly unsuitable for my developmental needs as I grew up, during our meeting, I'd described myself as a Christian but the school only taught Islamic religion and nothing about Christianity, "But that was okay because the school didn't have any teachers that spoke English well enough to actually teach Sarah any subject at all..."

He pointed out that my father was supposed to have visitation rights thirteen times a year but that my mother had blocked more than two thirds of my father's visits over the past five years to prevent me forming a normal relationship with him, "I note that Mr Clarke is petitioning the court for shared custody of Sarah, two weeks in four at his home in Nottinghamshire, I believe that this might just add to Sarah's confusion about real life, I would suggest to this court that Sarah be in the sole custody of her father and be returned to a general state school and that her mother be limited to supervised visitation rights through the Nottinghamshire probation service's office!"

My mother's lawyer objected to Professor Woodford's report, she asked that the judge order it stricken from the record but my father's lawyer jumped up to his feet and said that he found Professor Woodford's testimony very interesting, "...when Sarah was five years old, she was given the standard Hertfordshire reading test when she entered primary school and was given a reading age of a nine year old, she was given the same test again at six years old and achieved a reading age of an eleven year old...I managed to force her current school to give Sarah the same reading test just a month ago on her thirteenth birthday and she only managed to reach the reading age equivalent to a ten year old."

The judge was asked to look at the professor's written report.

"As you can see from page sixteen of Professor Woodford's submission, in seven years at her current school, Sarah has actually lost ten percent of her reading ability rather than improving her standing in that seven years! I have to agree with Professor Woodford's conclusion that Sarah should be given into her father's permanent custody and only allowed supervised visit by her mother, to prevent her poisoning her daughter's mind against her father and men in general!"

I saw the judge nodding his head as he listened to my father's brief and that was the moment that my mother and Helen snapped, my mother launched herself at my father, punching and scratching at his face and Helen shared her venom between Professor Woodford and my father's lawyer...with all three men ending up on the floor and bleeding, my mother and her partner turned on the judge and as they were about to assault him as well, the bailiffs managed to intervene and haul the two women off to the cells...not cells in the family court, they didn't provide them as there had never been an assault on anyone in the family court before.

The judge ordered that mum and Helen be held in the cells of the nearest police station until they purged their contempt of his court. Things calmed down a lot after that, the judge called me forward and he actually asked me who I wanted to live with and where I wanted to live.

"I'd live in a cardboard box at the side of the road if it meant that I wasn't hit on every day by the bull dykes in the lesbian commune...you've already seen how volatile my mother and her lover are and how they both try to control my life to stop me meeting any men or boys ever, I know that my father is far more reasonable, more level headed and I'd rather be living with him than my mother and Helen!"

So, at seven thirty that morning, I thought that I was going to school as usual...at ten o'clock I found out that I'd be sitting in court for up to two days while my parents fought over who would have custody of me for the next five or six years and just two hours later, I was walking out of the court in my father's sole custody, my mother and her lover still in the cells of a local police station. I didn't really understand what contempt of court really meant but I was sure that punching out three men and trying for a fourth in the shape of a judge would count and it was hard to grasp that there was actually no limit to how long my mother and Helen could spend in prison, in theory, they could spend the rest of their lives in the cells if they were really stubborn and refused to apologise to the judge. But once they did get out of the cell for their contempt of court, they would both still have to face assault charges, my mother could face up to six months in prison for assaulting my father but Helen could be facing up to five years in prison for her assault on two officers of the court.

I took virtually nothing from my old life, just the school uniform that I was wearing and one set of underwear, just white utilitarian, full cup bra and granny knickers. My dad asked me if there was anything I needed from the lesbian commune house but there really wasn't anything that I needed to take from there and I knew that it would have been dangerous for me to go into the house, even more dangerous for my father, radical lesbians could be vicious and more than a little mental..."I'll need more underwear and a few skirts and tops...perhaps some trousers or jeans or something!"

We pulled off of the motorway after one hundred miles, there was a shopping centre just a half a mile off of the motorway with cheap clothing shops where my dad could buy me everything that I needed for my new life in Nottingham.

It was a little embarrassing shopping for underwear with my father but unlike my mother, who wouldn't allow me to buy any coloured underwear until after I'd agreed to take a girlfriend from within the commune, my dad wanted to get me the most colourful lingerie possible.

After shopping and a quick lunch, we returned to our journey to Nottingham but not on the motorway, my dad opted for the 'A46' which ran door to door between the shopping centre in Leicester and our village in Nottinghamshire. After ten minutes my dad's mobile phone took a text message which was repeated on the little screen in the middle of the dashboard so that my dad could read the message without touching his phone.

I read the message, it was from someone called Peter Woodford, 'John, fancy a pint at the rugby club with me tonight?'

My dad read the message too, he looked over at me and smiled before saying, "Call Peter Woodford!"

There was the sound of a phone dialling tone and then a voice came out of the car's radio speaker, "Hi John...have I dropped a bullock...I've just realised that you're down in London for two days for your custody battle...I was at a loose end, Calum is going to the junior cinema at the community theatre with his mates tonight!"

I looked at my father, Peter was talking at a hundred miles an hour, he didn't give my father any chance to get a word in edgewise.

"Peter...Peter, the case is already over, I've won and so I have my daughter with me...I'm taking her home right now. Much as I'd love a drink, I can't really leave Sarah on her own on her first day in Nottinghamshire!"

"Congratulations John...erm...how old is Sarah?"

"Just turned thirteen...why?"

"Well, Calum is thirteen as well, all of his friends too, Sarah could go to the pictures with them, meet some of the local kids that she might be going to school with and we could have our drink!"

My dad was a little distracted by a police car passing him with blues and two's going at around twice the speed that we were driving at and as he steadied his nerve he looked at me again and smiled, "What do you think pumpkin...would you like to meet a few of the local kids at the cinema?"

I nodded my head, "Might be a nice way to spend the evening, I can't remember ever going to a cinema before."

"Great, looks like we're going for a drink at the rugby club Peter, what time do the kids meet up?"

Peter said, "The kids all meet at a quarter to six outside the theatre...I'll see you guys there!" And the call was ended.

I'd never been to my father's house before, well, not since I was six years old, my mother never let my father have me long enough to take me out of London before. My father assured me that my bedroom was the room that I'd slept in before my parents separated and my mother moved down to London, taking me with her.

I had a shower and walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath sheet, my dad was in my bedroom, he was unwrapping all of my new clothes and putting them in various drawers and my wardrobe, he held up a bright red bra and bikini brief panty set that he had insisted on buying for me, "You could try this set tonight, see if you like wearing it!"

I smiled at him, he was more excited than I was, I was excited because I'd be meeting boys of my own age for the first time, he was excited because he was dressing me up for my evening out...he not only chose my bra and knickers but also my t-shirt and skirt to wear for the evening.

We walked into the centre of town together, I saw one man with five boys and four girls, all standing in one large group, my dad gestured with his head towards the man, "That's Peter Woodford, the blond boy is his son Calum...I don't know the rest of the kids."

Peter did the round of introductions, a little too fast for me to stand a chance of remembering any of their names, there was a boy almost as tall as I was, his name was Simon and he was Calum's best friend. I certainly remembered his name and the girl with the biggest breasts name was Sue...correction...second biggest breasts, now that I was there, I had the biggest breasts of the four of us girls.

My dad had given me the three pounds that I needed to pay for my ticket but Calum also offered to pay for me as well...Peter had given Calum the extra money. When Peter finished his round of introductions, he was encouraging my father to leave me standing outside the theatre, waiting for the doors to open. I was watching the interaction between Peter and my father and in my head, I saw Helen and the way that she acted with a new woman stumbling into the spider's web that was the lesbian commune.

Calum smiled at the way that I was watching his father touching my father's forearm, brushing lint off of my dad's jacket and trying to guide my dad away from the building with his hand under my father's elbow. Calum laughed, "My dad's bisexual...I think he has his sights set on your dad for his next bed-warmer."

I nodded my head, "I've seen the same thing with bull-dykes and innocent women passing through the commune where I lived with my mother!"

The doors opened and we all filed into the theatre, the building was over a hundred years old, it had gilded details and Victorian features, it wouldn't have been out of place in central London...not as much as it was out of place in a small Nottinghamshire town.

We all went into the cinema as a gaggle, Calum led the way to the back row on the right hand side, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me into the row of seats behind him, Simon followed me and Sue followed Simon. After Sue, it was another boy and that's how it went, boy girl, boy girl, boy girl to the end of our group.

There was fifteen minutes until the film was due to start, I settled into my seat and looked from Calum to Simon, I spotted movement in Simon's lap, Sue was reaching over the arm of her seat and she was opening Simon's fly and slipping her hand inside his trousers. I thought, 'Wow...so this is what happens when a girl goes to the cinema with a boy!"

Calum turned in his seat to face me while I was looking over to my left, watching Simon and Sue. Calum pulled my face away from Simon's direction and he almost leaped in with an attack on my lips with his. I pushed him away and said, "What the hell Calum?"

He grinned at me, "Sorry but my dad told me that you'd probably never kissed a boy before and I wanted to be your first kiss, not Simon!"

I gestured with my head towards Simon's lap and I whispered, "I can't imagine that Simon would want to kiss me!"

Calum looked past me and down at Simon's lap, Sue was rubbing her right hand up and down inside his trousers, Calum whispered, "That doesn't really mean anything, Sue just loves cocks...look!"

I leaned a little further forward and spotted that Sue's left hand was down the front of the trousers of boy to her left as well...she was rubbing both of them off at the same time.

I sat back and looked into Calum's eyes, he only paused for a moment before he leaned in on me again and locked his lips on mine. I started counting in Mississippi's and at fifteen, I felt Calum's right hand rubbing over my left breast through my t-shirt and bra, he was being very gentle, just brushing over the shape of my breast without squeezing. At twenty-five Mississippi's, I felt the bottom of my t-shirt being pulled out of the waistband of my skirt. I know that I wasn't very good on Physics or Biology but in my mind, Calum's left arm was trapped between his side and the back of his seat and his right hand was busy fondling my right breast through my t-shirt and bra...so...who was un-tucking my t-shirt out of the waistband of my skirt?

I twisted my head slightly and opened my eyes, it was Simon, he was taking pleasure from Sue's right hand but he was helping Calum to get better access to my upper body. Simon pulled my t-shirt out of my skirt all the way around my body before he turned his back on me and started kissing Sue.

I felt Calum's lips turn into a smile against my lips when he realised that he could now slip his right hand up inside my t-shirt to get one step closer to playing with my breast.

As the theatre lights dimmed down...not totally out, just dimmed, I saw Simon wriggle his trousers and underpants down to his knees, the boy on the left of Sue did the same...actually, as I looked to my left, I saw that all the boys had done the same. As far back as I could remember, I had never been close enough to talk to a boy the same age as me and just a few hours after my father won custody of me, I was sitting in a theatre looking at four boy's cocks as the girls sitting next to them were stroking their cocks. Calum nudged me and I looked in his direction, he was sitting exactly like the other boys, with his trousers and underpants around his knees. Calum pulled my right hand over to his cock and suddenly, I was wanking my first boy ever.

Things got a little wild for a while, I saw Sue comparing the two cocks that she was playing with and suddenly she made her mind up and rolled to her left, she stood up, leaning over the boy to her left and took his cock in her mouth. Simon had just started playing with my tits, he had pulled the front of my t-shirt right up to my chin and had flipped my bra up above my chest when he realised Sue's new position and he stopped playing with my breasts and lifted the back of Sue's dress over the small of her back, exposing her knickers before pulling them down.

Calum took over playing with my tits while Simon stepped in behind Sue and started fucking her. I was certainly getting an education on my first day in Nottinghamshire.

There was a little flurry of movement, Simon rolled off of Sue's back and dropped back into his own seat, I looked back at his cock, it was still spurting its milk as he sat panting for breath and Sue turned to face Simon, she bent over his seat and started sucking his cock, licking all of his spunk off of its head and the boy that she had just been sucking stood up and started fucking her as she sucked Simon.

Calum made another move, he wanted to kiss me but I was watching Sue sucking Simon's cock as she was being fucked from behind by the second boy so my face was turned away from Calum, he rolled over in front of me, kneeling on the floor between my feet. The kiss blocked my view of the sex to my left and I could feel Calum's cock pressing down against my pussy through my skirt and knickers.

Calum made another move, after kissing me for twenty seconds, he slipped down so that his mouth lined up with my breasts, he was sucking and chewing on my nipples for a few minutes before sliding back up to kiss me on the lips again but this time, his abdomen had rolled the front of my skirt up exposing the front of my knickers, his bare cock was now pressing against the crotch of my knickers. As we kissed, he twisted his hips from side to side and he kept probing his cockhead against my pussy hole but the gusset of my knickers were blocking his progress.

It was quite exciting to be sitting there in a public place, half naked with a boy trying to get his cock in my pussy. I felt moisture at the side of my pussy, rotating his hips with the head of his cock pressed hard against the gusset of my knickers was moving the crotch to one side and now I could feel the moisture of his excitement against my labia. I slipped my hand between our bodies and pulled the head of his cock away from my pussy, lifting it so that it was now rubbing between my hand and my pubic hair just as he erupted and sent a fountain of his spunk all over my abdomen and the front of my knickers.

Calum was happy now that he had emptied his balls and he moved back onto his own seat. Sue was still sucking Simon's cock as the boy to her left finished off in her pussy, I thought that they were all finished now that two boys had cum in her cunt but there was still thirty minutes of the film left so the boy fucking her slipped away and the next boy on the left stepped up to the mark and started banging away at Sue while she continued sucking Simon's cock.

Simon smiled at me and he reached his right hand down between my legs, he felt around my pussy and realised that my vagina wasn't full of Calum's spunk and he searched around until he found my wet knickers and pubic hair, he chuckle, "Poor Calum...he can never catch a break!"

Simon returned his fingers to my pussy and he started to massage my clitoris, bringing me to an orgasm just as the closing credits started to roll up the screen and the theatre lights changed from dim to full brightness and I had a fight on my hands to cover my breasts with my bra and t-shirt before the kids in the rows in front of us stood up and saw me.

As I walked out of the theatre after a film that I hadn't actually watched, I marvelled at the fact that for seven years I hadn't met a single boy and in just a few hours with my father, I had met and made friends with five boys and four girls, they all spoke a language that I understood and I'd been quite intimate with two of the five boys. I'd come close to losing my virginity, I'd been given several orgasms by Calum and Simon and I'm sure that if I had wanted to, I could have been intimate with the other three boys as well...none of the girls seemed to be that bothered about the boys, I mean, they weren't in any kind of serious relationships with the boys, they were just out for a little bit of fun with whoever that could get interested in them.

My dad and Peter were waiting for us outside the theatre, my dad asked me if I'd had fun, I smiled sweetly at him and nodded my head.

When we got home my dad asked me if I'd met anyone that I liked, "You mean a boy that I liked?"

My dad gave me a serious look, "Darling, I'm not like your mother, I don't mind if you like boys or girls, I'll be happy with whatever choice you make for your life...just so long as you make it with all of the information available to you!"

"Actually...I did like Simon and Calum. I might even be friends with that girl...erm...Sue, she seems fun!"

I'd only been away from my mother for a few hours and I'd already had more fun, met more people and had more freedom than I'd had in the past seven years that I'd been forced to live with my mother and Helen and I hadn't even seen my new school yet!

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