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   Summer Ch.  06 Pt.  02

   Their next meeting was by accident.

   It was a regular Thursday evening and Jackie had just had a bath.  She
was downstairs kneeling in front of the fire towelling her hair dry when
Alan simply walked in through the back door.  In those days doors were
rarely locked and other people's houses tended to be left open and knocking
was often optional.  Glancing around the room Alan settled himself against
the edge of the kitchen sink and crossed his legs and folded his arms,
making himself comfortable.  His eyes settled on Jackie who was desperately
trying to pull the neck of her dressing together and he smiled.

   He kept his eyes firmly on Jackie, who was growing more flustered by the
moment, but addressed his comments to her mother who was sitting in a chair
by her side, mending a pair of her father's work trousers.  "Evening Mrs
C," he smiled brightly, switching his attention at last, much to Jackie's
relief.  "My Ma has sent me to ask if you have those old textbooks you
mentioned for our kid.  He's trying to get ready for his exams an' she
thinks they may be useful."

   Mrs C put her sewing down and hauled herself to her feet with a sigh. 
"Sure," she said.  Alan had no idea how old she was, he guessed somewhere
in her early forties but she looked much older, older than she should,
typical of so many women in this neighbourhood.  Life was hard and money
tended to be scarce.  Her life revolved around hard work and the family,
the best she could hope for was an evening at the pub at weekends.  Yet if
Alan had asked her he guessed that she would have said that she was happy,
not that she ever thought about it.  "Sit down Alan," she said indicating
the worn sofa, "take a load off.  It may take a couple of minutes to find
them."

   "Thanks Mrs C," he replied as she walked passed him and out of the room.

   "Do you want a hand?" asked Jackie, panicked by Alan's sudden appearance
and the fact that she was being left alone with him.

   "No," her mother called back over her shoulder, "you sit and keep Alan
entertained," she said as she disappeared into the hallway.  Jackie and
Alan looked at each other in silence as they listened to her mother's slow
progress up the stairs.  "You loved it didn't you?" he said, finally
breaking the silence.

   Jackie dropped her eyes and feigned ignorance "Loved what?"

   "Me holding your tit," he said smiling, "you know what I'm talking
about."

   "You're a cocky bastard," she said at last shaking her head.

   "Thanks," he said lightly and in a couple of strides he was standing
over her.  She struggled to her feet in surprise and he quickly put his arm
around her waist and pulled her close.

   "Get your hands off me," she hissed, "my Mam's just upstairs!  I'll
yell!"

   Alan laughed and tugged on the tie belt of her dressing gown, "Go ahead,
yell away," he said.  The belt gave and the front of her dressing gown fell
open to reveal the childish teddy bear pyjamas underneath.  "Oh good," he
smiled, "ready for bed.  You must have been expecting me." Jackie
ineffectually tied to push him away but he just pulled her closer.  "Now,
now," he said as if to a small child, "your Mam told you to keep me
entertained didn't she?  So entertain me." She swung at him with her free
hand but Alan grabbed it easily enough and forced it behind her back,
holding both her wrists with one hand.  "That's better isn't it?" he asked
quietly.

   "Let go of me!" Jackie quietly hissed, "or I'll.."

   "Or you will what?" he asked, placing his hand firmly on her breast on
the outside of her pyjamas.  Jackie struggled again but it was futile, he
was far bigger and stronger then she was.  He quickly unbuttoned the top
two buttons on her pyjama top and pushed the material back off her
shoulder, exposing her breast.

   "What the fuck do you think that you're doing?" She asked incredulously,
"My Mam's just upstairs; she'll be down in a minute!"

   "Then you'd better keep quite hadn't you?" He asked.  "Or she'll hear
you and we don't want that to happen now do we?  Don't want her to hear me
undressing her little daughter," and he casually took her naked breast in
his hand.  "Nice," he said, "very nice indeed." He thumbed her nipple and
Jackie gasped.  "I'm looking forward to playing with these properly," he
said and bent down and took the nipple in his mouth.  Jackie almost swooned
as he sucked the nipple deep into his mouth, her legs buckled, only his
hand holding hers behind her kept her upright.

   She hadn't realised before that her nipple was directly connected to her
groin, which immediately demanded attention.  She could not breathe; he was
sucking the resistance out of her.  Her response to his sudden attack was
complete capitulation and he knew it.  He casually and boldly manipulated
her breast with his free hand, feeding her nipple between his lips and
despite her shock at being manhandled so suddenly in her own front room she
found she just wanted to scream in pleasure.

   All thoughts of her mother were driven from her head by the sensations
being created by her breast and nipple, suddenly, only his hands and his
lips mattered.  He lifted his head and smiled cockily, correctly reading
the mix of desire and confusion in her eyes.

   "See," he said, "I knew you'd like it;" and before she realised what was
happening Alan's hand had left her breast and slid down the front of her
pyjama bottoms, grazing across her stomach and the front of her thighs
before resting lightly on her pubic hair.  Jackie was totally shocked at
the speed and the audaciousness of the attack but before she could respond
or say anything he suddenly he let her go and was sitting comfortably down
in his seat before Jackie became aware of her mother's footsteps on the
stairs.  Jackie quickly pulled her pyjama top together and retied her
dressing gown just as her mother came in carrying a small pile of school
text books that had once belonged to Jackie and Sue.  "There you go Alan."
She said, handing the books over.  "I hope that they'll be OK.  Let me have
them back if not."

   Alan turned the books to read the titles on the spines.  "Yep, I'm sure
they'll be OK.  Thanks Mrs C!"

   "That's OK Alan.  Did Jackie keep you entertained?"

   Alan looked at Jackie and smiled "Don't worry Mrs C, she kept me
entertained right enough," and Jackie scowled and blushed bright red.

   "Oh she's a right chatterbox when she gets going," said Mrs C bustling
to put the kettle on, not noticing the blush, or confusion, "I have
difficulty in shutting her up sometimes."

   "Don't worry about me Mrs C," he said looking at Jackie, "I have my
ways."

   "An' I'll bet you have," said Mrs C laughing.  "Now be off with you and
get those books back to your Ma." With a last look at Jackie Alan turned
and left.  "Now he's a right handful" said Mrs C.  after he had gone, "a
real 'jack the lad'".

   "You think so?" Asked Jackie nonchalantly, reaching to get the tea down
from the cupboard over the sink.

   "Not much!" Her mother replied."Had half the women in the neighbourhood
has that one." She turned to look at Jackie and paused, hand on hip. 
"Steer well clear of him Love."

   Jackie snorted in contempt, "What makes you think....." but her mother
did not give her time to finish

   "I'm not saying that you are interested but it's just a word to the
wise; don't mess with his sort, he'll have your knickers off you before you
can say 'Jack Robinson'.  He's bad news."

   Jackie turned to get the teapot, "I suppose that depends on whether you
want to keep your knickers on or not doesn't it?"

   "Don't be smart."

   Jackie quietly continued to help her Mum make the tea.  She stood by the
sink watching out of the window at the falling dusk acutely aware of the
feeling of Alan's fingers on her nipple and the light brush of his fingers
across her thighs and she shivered, clutching her thighs tightly together.
Suddenly the light came on in Alan's shed and she shuddered quietly and
turned away from the window.



   Summer Ch.  06 Pt.  03

   A couple of weeks later Jackie walked out of the school gate with her
arm around Gwen's shoulders; they were laughing, heads together, as school
friends do.  They stood around in a group, heads together, moving their
weight from foot to foot, swinging their school bags idly as girls tend to
when they are together and not in a rush to part company.  Gwen was the
first see him, slowly cruising around the corner on his bike and she nodded
to Jackie, "Trouble." She said quietly and the girls looked in the
direction of her eyes.

   "It's Alan from next door," said Jackie, trying to sound nonchalant.

   "I know who it is," said Gwen keeping her eyes on him.  "I just said
'here comes trouble'"

   "He's OK," said Jackie, trying to sound nonchalant.

   Gwen looked at her incredulously.  "He's OK?  He's nothing but bad news!
Always in fights and he'll shag anything that moves!  I reckon he's slowly
working his way through this place," she indicates the school behind her
with a general wave of her head, "and half the bloody neighbourhood!"

   "He's not that bad." Jackie said, wondering why she was defending him.
"Quite kind really," she ended lamely.

   "Kind?  He's bad 'un that one.  I don't care if he is your next door
neighbour.  I'd stay right away from him."

   As if suddenly seeing them Alan turned and cruised his bike up alongside
the three girls.  He revved his engine briefly and then simply sat there
casually looking at them, smiling.  Gwen scowled back.  "Good evening
ladies" he offered, "and just what are you three young lovelies doing I
wonder?"

   "Going home," said Gwen pointedly.

   Alan ignored her and looked at Jackie, "And you?"

   "The same," she said quietly, blushing and hanging her head.  To Jackie
it seemed that the entire school had stopped to watch the exchange.  A
silence descended on the group.  Alan continued to stare at Jackie and she
shifted uneasily from foot to foot under his steady gaze.

   "Give you a lift home?" He finally asked patting the seat behind him.

   "No thanks," said Gwen quickly, "we have somewhere else to go."

   "Wasn't talking to you." He said shifting his gaze to Gwen who visibly
wilted.  He looked back at Jackie.  "Give you a lift home?" he asked again.

   Jackie looked down, "OK." She answered quietly.

   "Jackie!" Gwen almost yelled.

   Jackie looked quickly at her friend and then stepped forward and swung
her legs over the seat of the bike, settling herself down behind Alan. 
Gwen stepped forward and grabbed Jackie's arm.  "For fuck's sake!  What do
you think you're doing?"

   Jackie shrugged herself clear of Gwen's hand.  "Getting a lift home,"
she said, "that's all." Before Gwen could say anything else Alan opened the
throttle and the bike shot off down the street with Jackie squealing and
holding on for dear life.  Once they were around the corner Alan slowed
down and pulled into the kerb.  "Gimme your bag." He said and Jackie handed
over her school bag which she had kept clasped on her knees.  He reached
around to the back of the bike and opened a small flip top container which
was fastened to the rear at the side; another was slung on the other side.
"Panniers," he said indicating the boxes, "don't have 'em on very much." He
said putting her bag inside one and closing the lid.  He looked her up and
down and smiled "Must have known eh?" He swung his leg over the bike and
revved the engine.  "Right, let's go for ride.  Hang onto me." He ordered
and without waiting he pulled away from the curb.

   Once clear of the village they were out into the countryside and Jackie
suddenly loved the feeling of freedom the bike gave her; the sun shone down
and the wind whipped her hair around her face, she felt wonderful, and
being forced to hang onto Alan gave the ride an added aura of excitement.
The bike cut and weaved down quite country lanes, hedgerows and fields
flashing by at a bewildering speed.  In the end she rested her head against
the back of Alan's Denim jacket and with her arms wrapped tightly around
his waist she clung tightly to him as the bike raced on.

   She only slowly became aware that the bike was slowing and she raised
her head to look around.  She vaguely recognised where she was, on the edge
of some woods not far from home; they had been going around in a big
circle. Alan pulled off the road and slowly eased the bike down an
overgrown track leading away from the road and deeper into the woods. 
Eventually they entered a small clearing and Alan stopped the bike and
eased it back on to its stand.  He turned to face her, "Enjoy that?"

   Jackie's face shone with excitement.  "Fantastic!  Bloody fantastic! 
I've never done anything like that!"

   Alan smiled "No?  Then we'll have to take you out more often.  That was
tame really."

   "Really?" Jackie was grinning from ear to ear.  "It was bloody exciting
to me!" Alan reached around her and grabbing the top of the pannier on the
other side to the one containing her bag he and pulled hard.  The pannier
came away in his hand.  He pulled Jackie forward on the seat and somehow
pushed the pannier into position behind her.  She heard it click into
place. "Sit back." He said and gently pushed her back into a reclining
position resting against the pannier.  "Turns into a backrest, built it
myself." He said with evident pride.

   "It's good." She said, pushing back against it as if to test it for
strength and comfort.

   Alan shrugged, "It works." He said with ill concealed pride.

   He swung his leg back over the handlebars and sat down, this time facing
Jackie.  There was not much room, he hooked her legs up and rested them on
his.  He pulled her slowly towards him and she slid down the backrest a
little.  "Comfy?" He asked.

   Jackie looked at him, for the first time since the bike had stopped she
was suddenly so very aware of his presence, of the nearness of him that she
shivered slightly despite the warm sun that was bathing the clearing.  The
bike ticked in the silence as the engine began to cool.  Alan smiled.  "Cat
got your tongue?"

   Jackie shook her head, "No." She said quietly.

   Alan smiled and placed his hands on her thighs over her pleated school
skirt.  "Good.  I asked if you were comfy?" He rubbed her thighs with the
palms of his hands and Jackie could feel her skirt beginning to move,
riding up with the movement of his hands, warm through the heavy material.
She could feel the skirt bunching under his fingers.  She looked at his
face, a small smile played around the edges of his eyes and mouth.  Jackie
nodded slowly, her eyes on the hands on her thighs.  The hem of her skirt
had risen above her knees.  She realised that if she was going to stop this
she would have to speak soon.

   "Good," he answered, continuing the soft gentle rubbing against her
thighs, "I like it when my passengers are happy." Jackie looked at him and
again looked down to watch the slow progress of her skirt up her thighs. 
With a start she realised that sitting astride the bike as she was her legs
were wide open and she had no way of closing them.  Alan had done this
before.  He moved his hands slowly down from the top of her thighs and
sliding them between her thighs, he began stroking with his thumbs, through
the material, the tender skin of her inner thighs.  Jackie looked slowly up
into the trees; the sun glinted between the leaves blinding her in sudden
flashes.  Jackie could not believe how the feeling of his hands was
affecting her; she wanted to squirm on the seat but did not want to break
the spell his fingers were weaving.  "Do you like this?" Alan asked softly,
his fingers suddenly stroking skin.  She looked down to see that her skirt
had ridden halfway up her thighs and Alan's hands were now stroking flesh.
'When did that happen?' She wondered almost distractedly.  She watched his
thumbs move over the soft, sensitive skin of her inner thighs.  Goosebumps
ran up under the hem of her skirt to her groin.  She bit her lower lip as
she watched the incredibly slow progress of his hands as they pushed the
hem of her skirt higher.  "How do you like my bike?" He asked suddenly. 
Jackie looked up at him uncomprehendingly.

   "Sorry?" She asked feebly, as though a little stupid.

   "The bike," he asked again, his fingers distracting her, weaving slow
circles on her skin, "do you like the bike?"

   She tried to get her brain to function "The bike?  Oh yes, it was good."

   "Did it get you excited?"

   "What?"

   "Did the bike get you excited," he paused and then nodded at his hands
on her legs, "or is it this?" Jackie shook her head in an attempt to make
sense of his words.

   "Did it make you wet?" He asked.

   "Wet?" She was beginning to feel stupid.  "Wet?" She repeated,
thoroughly confused.  "I'm not wet."

   Alan arched his eyebrows in a disbelieving sort of facial shrug.  "I
think you are;" he said, "shall we check?"

   Jackie looked down as, with one movement, Alan gathered her skirt with
his hands and lifted it up her legs to her waist, exposing her legs and her
blue cotton knickers.  "Oh" she said quietly.

   "Oh," he mimicked, "that's better isn't it?  A much nicer view".  He
tried to smooth her skirt flat across her hips but the pleated material was
too heavy to sit flat.  He looked at Jackie who was sitting, dumbly
watching him trying to get her skirt to stay up.  "Here," he said, "hold
this."; and Jackie took the hem of her skirt in her hands and held it high
up on her waist, out of the way as requested.  Not sure how this had
happened so fast she looked down almost unbelievingly.  She was sitting
there holding her own skirt up high on her waist so that Alan could get
access beneath it.  Alan looked up at her and smiled.  "Thanks".  He said.
Jackie looked at him and then back between her wide open legs.  Alan's
hands were dark against the skin of her thighs and her knickers were
stretched tight across her mound, her lips plainly visible through the thin
blue cotton.

   "That's nice," he said, "I haven't seen school knickers in years.  'The
stuff that dreams are made of.'" With one hand resting flat on the inside
of her thigh he ran the index finger of his other hand up between her legs,
gently tracing up between her lips and over her mound.  Jackie gasped. 
Alan arched an eyebrow and smiled.  "See," he said quietly, "I said you
were excited." Without taking her eyes from the finger gently rubbing
between her legs Jackie shook her head slowly.  "No," she said quietly, "no
I'm not."

   "No?" he asked and she shook her head again like a child.  His fingers
stroked across her mound and then dipped, slowly and deliberately, down
between her legs, Jackie gasped as, more firmly this time, he again traced
the outline of her lips, gently pushing the material into the line between
them.  In silent fascination she watched his fingers moving lightly,
tracing the shape of her sex.  She could clearly see the now damp outline
of her lips through the light material.  Alan ran the back of his knuckle
up between her lips again, opening them further, causing her to shudder;
the material now lewdly indented with her shape; fascinating and to her
eyes, captivating sexy.

   Alan watched her eyes follow his fingers; "Shall we check?" he asked
slowly.

   "Check?" she asked, her own voice coming at her down a long tunnel.

   "To see if the bike got you wet." She looked at him.  He slowly ran his
fingers up between her legs and up across the front of her knickers until
he reached the waistband.  With deliberate slowness he hooked his finger
into the front of her knickers and gently pulled the material out and away
from her tummy.  Jackie watched in dumb silence, as, still holding her own
skirt up for him, Alan slowly pulled the front of her knickers down.  He
leaned forward and peeked inside.  "Very nice." He said looking up at her
smiling.  Leaning forward and now using both hands he pulled the sides of
her knickers down over the swell her hips.  He looked at her face for a
reaction and finding none other than a look of silent acceptance he slowly
ran his finger to the front of her pants and pulled the material down
further.  As he exposed more of her tummy he stroked the warm skin with the
fingers of his other hand.  "Very smooth," he said, "very smooth indeed."
Jackie felt the shiver created by his fingers run in circles away from his
touch to settle behind her nipples and deep in her groin.  She was vaguely
aware of the sun, warm on her newly exposed skin.

   Running his hands around to her hips again he pulled her knickers
further down at the back and sides.  "I think we need to see a little more
don't you?" Jackie didn't answer; she just sat and watched as with both
hands he slowly pulled her knickers down her hips until, because of the way
she was sitting, he could get them no further.

   She sat quietly astride his bike in the sunshine and in total disbelief
was letting him slowly and deliberately expose her; and she was meekly
holding her skirt up to allow him to do it!  No man other than her father
had ever seen her like this, intimately, between her legs, no one had ever
done this to her.

   As he slid her knickers down with such exquisite slowness, the first of
her pubic hairs glinted in the sunlight.  "Lift." He said quietly and
without questioning she raised her bottom off the seat.  He pulled her
pants down under her hips and she settled down again.  Slowly he pulled her
knickers down onto her thighs, the material peeling away damply from the
lips of her vagina.  He was undressing her in slow motion and she was
letting him, better than that she was helping him, holding her own skirt up
to her waist to give him better access to her.  She looked down again and
wondered vaguely how he had managed to get her knickers down so easily and
when did it happen?  Raising each of her legs in turn he eased her knickers
down her thighs until they reached her knees; then he leaned forward to
gently held her legs apart with his hands.  "There," he said, looking
between her legs, "that's what we've been talking about isn't it?" Jackie
looked down distractedly and was startled to see the slightly puffy lips of
her vagina clearly visible between her open legs.  "What is?" She asked.

   "You're wet," he said as if speaking to a child, "did the bike get you
wet?" Jackie slowly shook her head.  Alan leaned closer and with extreme
deliberation brushed a finger lightly down the outside of her vagina,
Jackie watched her lips open and roll back as his finger passed gently over
them, like a flower opening at the first touch of sunlight.  Alan smiled as
he watched her lips fold back like wet pink coral.  Jackie moaned softly,
her eyes fixed between her legs as if watching some strange, solemn,
somewhat miraculous, religious ceremony.  She felt remote, as if this were
happening to someone else; as if she had no power to affect the events
unfolding before her.  Her only reality was the sensations between her
legs. They were real enough.

   Alan reversed his finger and starting at the very bottom he drew it up
between the moist lips of her vagina again, slowly and gently, opening her
all the way up to her clitoris.  Jackie's head rocked back at his touch;
she gasped at the intensity of the feeling and her bottom rose off the seat
as her hips tried to follow his finger.  He held up his finger for her to
inspect, it glistened wetly with her juices.  "I beg to differ," he said.
"You're wet." He inspected his finger, "Was that the bike or was that me?"
Jackie shrugged; she had no words to answer him with.  Her tongue had dried
to the roof of her mouth.  He leaned forward again and using two fingers,
he opened her up for inspection.  Between her white thighs her lips
glistened wetly, shining a deep coral pink as her opened her.  Jackie fell
back against the rest as he gently spread her lips apart.  "Beautiful" he
whispered as his fingers spread her open.  Jackie watched in awe as he bent
closer to look, how could it be beautiful, she asked herself?  How could he
find it so attractive?  He raised his shining fingers to his nose, "and
scented." He said, looking into her eyes.  Jackie shook her head in
bewilderment.

   He touched her again; his fingers felt like fire between her wet and
waiting lips, she never wanted this feeling to end.  He traced the shape of
her upwards until her found her clitoris.  "Ah!" He said, uncovering it,
leaving it standing proud, protruding from between his fingers like a small
nipple.  "What have we here?" He gently held it between his fore and index
finger and Jackie cried out in amazement.  "Sensitive little beggar isn't
he?" He touched it again and the feeling was so intense that she thought
she was going to faint.

   "Please stop" she managed to gasp.  Alan looked at her in surprise, her
clitoris still held between his fingers.  "Please!  It's too intense, I
can't stand it!"

   Alan looked up and smiled at the reaction he was getting, he had never
met anyone as responsive as Jackie.  He was going to enjoy making her
scream.  Then he frowned as the though suddenly occurs to him.  "Are you a
virgin?" He asked suddenly.

   The question confused her; part of her wanted to lie and say 'no', to
appear more adult in his eyes and the other part recognised that he already
knew and she would just appear more foolish if she lied; "Yes." She
answered looking up at him, quietly and deliberately, his fingers between
her open thighs momentarily forgotten.  "Why?"

   He sat back and looked her up and down, his eyes lingering for a moment
on the glistening lips which pouted wetly in the sunshine.  He reached out
and ran his finger lightly up between her lips until he grazed her
clitoris. Jackie gasped and closed her eyes.

   "I need a beer." He said finally and stepped quickly off the bike
leaving Jackie sitting there with her legs open.  She reached out to hold
him but he was gone.  He stood by the bike and lit a cigarette.  It had all
happened so fast that Jackie simply sat there watching him, her knickers
still down around her knees and one hand still holding her skirt up high
about her waist.  She was completely nonplussed, off ballance; she simply
sat unmoving, looking at him.  He drew deeply on his cigarette, "You'd
better cover that up if we're going to the pub." He said nonchalantly,
indicating between her open legs with a slight nod of his head.  With a
start Jackie realised her nakedness and dropped her skirt and struggled to
pull her knickers back up her legs.  "I wouldn't bother putting them back
on," he said casually, "you'll be giving them to me later." Alan reached
behind her and pulling her unceremoniously forward he unclipped the
backrest, quickly fastening it back on the side of his bike.  Jackie
starred at him in mounting disbelief.  She could feel her anger rising, he
was playing with her.  He had picked her up, coerced her, albeit willingly,
into opening her legs for him and now he was wasn't interested, he was
discarding her and fucking off to the pub for a drink as if she was totally
irrelevant, forgotten; a toy to be played with and then left in the garden
when something else took his fancy.  Did he think she did this regularly?
Dropped her knickers to everyone?  Did he not realise how much of herself
she was giving; and how desperately disappointed she now felt as he
rejected her.

   "Fuck off" she said savagely, pulling her kickers up under her skirt. 
Alan watched her impassively.  "Oh you will," he said smoking his cigarette
with a consummate casualness, "you'll give them to me.  I won't need to
ask." Jackie made to get off the bike but Alan simply pushed her back on
and swung his leg back over the low slung handlebars.  He kicked the bike
into life and with a glance back over his shoulder he said "Hold on."
Jackie sat back, determined not to give him the satisfaction of touching
him until the bike lurched forward and forcing her to throw her arms around
him and cling on tight.  She could feel him laughing at her brief show of
defiance.

   Then they were back on the highway and Alan opened the throttle, Jackie
squealed as the speed increased.  Alan took her hand and placed it between
his own legs.  She immediately pulled it away but not before she felt the
outline of his semi erect penis through the heavy denim.  Blushing fiercely
she buried her head between his shoulders, taking comfort in the thought
that he could not see her embarrassment; but his quiet laughter seemed to
vibrate hollowly through his chest and back causing her to blush even more.
She closed her eyes and buried her head into his back as the world flashed
by.  Her anger subsided as quickly as it had erupted, the speed of the bike
dizzying her, turning her anger to excitement.  She closed her eyes to
block out the blurring landscape.  In her head all she could see was his
hand between her open legs and the feelings he had created when he stroked
her.  She tried to clamp her thighs together to stop the growing feeling of
arousal but it was no good, she could feel herself getting wetter and
wetter and they sped on.  "It must be right," she thought, "it must be the
bike that gets you wet."

   By the time they pulled into the pub courtyard she had already quietly
climaxed, her legs tightly wrapped around the vibrating seat of the bike,
but the bike was still sending hot and heavy sexual signals through her
groin.  She almost slid off sideways as Alan wheeled the bike to a
standstill.  He dismounted and turned and reached out a hand to steady her.
Her legs felt like jelly.

   He turned her around and pushed her, dazed and wobbly, towards the pub's
main entrance.  "Isn't it closed?" She asked.

   "Not to me." He answered and pushed her forward.  She wasn't sure that
she wanted to go in but she had no strength to resist and she found herself
standing in the cool, darkened interior of the main bar.  The smell of
stale beer and cigarettes wafted up from the heavily stained carpet.

   She vaguely knew the pub, but mainly by reputation as she had only ever
been once before.  It was a biker's pub with a reputation for wild nights
and violence.  Alan pushed her up to the bar as a well built, middle aged
man appeared behind the counter.  He nodded to Alan and looked Jackie up
and down with open interest.  "You can't bring her in here in a bloody
school uniform." He said as if she was not in the room.  Alan looked at her
as if seeing her for the first time, "She's legal." he said.

   "Don't doubt it," the reply came back, "but I've got enough trouble with
the Law without her.  Take her in the back and get her out of here pronto
if the cops show up."

   "You expecting them?" Alan asked.

   "Often call in for a pint at the end of their shift; or during it." he
added with a knowing smile.

   "She'll be no trouble." Alan said and dropped a note onto the bar. 
"Pint and a half." he said without asking her.

   "She'd better not be." the barman said picking up the note and turning
away to get the glasses and pull the beer.

   Alan led Jackie through a door near the back of the bar into another,
darker, much smaller room.  A small number of tables were set around a few
bench seats lined up against the walls.  One wall of the room was a
continuation of the main bar.  Alan stood by the bar waiting for the beer
to arrive.  He watched Jackie as she looked around the room.  "Take a
seat," he said, "don't mind Stan, his bark's worse than his bite."

   "Stan?"

   "That's me," said the barman coming around the corner and putting the
drinks on the bar along with Alan's change, "and my bark's nowhere near as
bad as my bite.  Remember what I said; get her out if anyone comes in."

   Alan nodded.  "Stop fussing, you're like a bloody old woman."

   Stan walked away.  "You owe me" he said over his shoulder, "don't
forget."

   Alan took a long swig of his beer and smiled, "I'll think of something.
Have I ever let you down yet?" Stan laughed and left the bar.  Alan picked
up both glasses and brought them to the table where Jackie was sitting.  He
set the small glass in front of her.  "You drink beer don't you?" he asked.
Jackie shrugged noncommittally but picked up the glass and drank slowly. 
Alan looked away, "I come here a lot, could call it my local.  I run the
'footy' team for them."

   Jackie looked at him in surprise "What you?  Play football?"

   Alan laughed, "Naw.  Only if they're short or something.  I manage it,
set up the matches, organise the transport and stuff." Jackie nodded and
Alan looked at her, "And I organise the prizes and the trophies and the
like."

   "Prizes?  'Man of the Match' stuff?"

   Alan nodded, "Something like that."

   The quiet of the bar was suddenly shattered by the sound of a couple of
bikes arriving in the car park.  Jackie knelt up on her seat and looked out
of the window.  "I know who it is." Alan said without looking up.

   "How do you know?"

   "Recognise the sound.  Police bikes." He swung around and stood behind
her and leaning in close he lifted the curtain at the window.

   "Police!" said Jackie leaning forward for a better look, all the time
aware of Alan standing so closely behind her.  Alan placed his hands on her
waist as if to steady her.  She caught her lower lip in her teeth to steady
her nerves.  Without a word he quietly reached under her skirt cupped her
bottom.  Jackie continued to stare out of the window.  Standing back a
little Alan raised her skirt at the back and tugged at the waistband of her
knickers.  Jackie knelt in silence as Alan pulled her knickers down over
her hips, gently tugging them down her legs to her knees.  He lifted each
knee in turn until he could slip them down her shins and off her feet.  He
turned as Stan coughed loudly from behind the bar.  Jackie swung round in
embarrassment but Stan appeared not to notice.  "Police.  Now fuck off."
Alan nodded and slowly and with exaggerated care he folded Jackie's
knickers and placed them into his pocket.  "Let's go." he said and pulled
Jackie to an emergency exit at the back of the room.  He pushed the metal
locking bars and the door swung open and suddenly they were standing
outside in the bright sunlight in the beer garden to the side of the pub.
Half blinded Jackie stumbled as Alan pulled her towards the car park only
to suddenly push her up against the pub wall as he noticed one of the
policemen walking around looking at his bike.  Alan stood close, pressing
her tightly with the wall against her back.  "What's wrong?" She asked,
"We're legal aren't we?" Alan was not sure if she was referring to the bike
or herself but he placed his hand across her mouth to quiet her.

   "Yes we're all legal." He hissed quietly.  Jackie shook her head to move
his hand and whispered back "So what's wrong?"

   Alan looked down at her and smiled, "I hate Coppers.  Don't mix with 'em
unless I have to." Jackie turned her head to see the policeman bending over
Alan's bike, obviously looking at the tax disc down on the front fork. 
Jackie suddenly felt Alan's hand at the hem of her skirt.  "No!" she
whispered fiercely but Alan just smiled.

   "Hate to waste an opportunity." he said and his hand continued its
journey up her thigh.  Jackie tried to stop him but his hand was relentless
and slowly made its leisurely way to the top of her leg, her skirt riding
up, bunching on his wrist.  As he slid his hand around between their two
bodies Jackie saw the policeman turn from the bike and reach into his top
pocket and pull out a pack of cigarettes.  Alan's hand worked its way
calmly down between their bodies and came to rest on her pubic hair. 
"Nice." he said, running his fingers through the soft, silky growth. 
Despite the presence of one policeman who could see them anytime if he
looked in their direction and the unknown location of at least one more
somewhere in the pub, Jackie began to respond to the presence of Alan's
fingers with a growing urgency that she herself could not believe.  His
fingers slid slowly down between her legs and unconsciously she parted them
slightly to allow him better access.  Alan smiled and she suddenly hated
him for his smugness, for knowing that he can do this to her, that he held
this sexual power over her.  His fingers move between her legs and she
gasped as his fingers found her moist sex and slowly part her lips.

   As Alan casually worked his finger along the length of her lips, slowly
parting the folds, Jackie could see the policeman casually light his
cigarette before flicking the spent match away across the car park.  She
began to tremble, partly with fear of discovery but mainly with excitement
as Alan's fingers grew more insistent between her legs.  The butterflies
started deep within her stomach as Alan's fingers moved through the folds
of her now wet lips.  She groaned as he inserted one finger slowly inside
her; her legs trembled and her head fell back against the wall.  She knew
she was powerless to resist.  Alan leaned further in against her and his
finger moved his finger deeper inside her and Jackie stifled a cry.  His
finger began a slow in out motion that caused her to follow his finger with
her hips.  She groaned as he slowly withdrew the finger and then gasped as
he quickly pushed it back.  He smiled down on her as his fingers began the
age old rhythm between her legs, her hips responded and she rocked
backwards and forwards on his fingers.  The wet sound of his fingers inside
her became clearly audible in the still warm air.  Her juices ran down his
hand and on down the inside of her thighs.  Jackie bit her lip and rested
her head on his chest as he probed deeper and deeper inside her.  She
moaned as she felt her climax beginning to build.

   She couldn't stop it; his fingers were expertly moving inside her,
taking her further away from reality.  The only thing that mattered now was
what his fingers were doing to her, all else was forgotten.  She cried out
as his thumb brushed her clitoris.  She grabbed his upper arms as her
climax began to wash over her, obliterating all sense of time and space. 
She was completely swept away in the all consuming rush of her first climax
brought on by fingers other than her own.

   She wondered at the complete collapse of her senses as he held her
upright and continued to move his fingers wetly inside her.  She could feel
everything so clearly and yet nothing at all made sense.  She was totally
aware of his fingers still inside her, of her juices running down her legs,
she could hear her own breath rasping in her throat and feel the tears on
her face.  She was aware that her insides had turned to liquid and her
knees to jelly.  She clung to him, trembling and utterly spent.

   "Have you two finished now?" A voice quietly asked from behind them. 
Alan spun around so fast to face this unknown threat that Jackie almost
fell forward.  A policeman was standing, pint in hand, in the shadow of the
open emergency door that they had used only minutes before.  Almost without
thinking Alan immediately placed himself between the policeman and Jackie;
his fists were clenched, every line of his face and body indicated an
immediate readiness for violence.  The policeman smiled as Jackie, blushing
furiously, quickly smoothed down the front of her skirt.  "A little young
for you isn't she?  School uniform an all that?" The policeman asked
looking at Alan.

   "She's old enough." Alan answered, his aggression obvious.  "Anyway,
what's it to you?"

   The policeman smiled mirthlessly and indicated his uniform with a casual
movement of his hand, "Goes with the territory lad, it's my job to be
nosey." A second policeman appeared in the doorway behind him.  "You know
it's an offence to have sex in a public place?" The policeman asked.  Alan
didn't answer.

   "Problem?" Asked the second policeman looking over the shoulder of the
first.

   "Naw," the first policemen responded.  "Just young Alan here fucking his
girlfriend up against the pub wall." The other policeman looked Alan and
Jackie over and then shook his head, snorted and disappeared back into the
pub.

   "How'd you know my name?" Alan asked warily.

   The policeman shook his head, "Goes with the territory like I said Lad.
I know all you fucking tearaways; I know your bikes, I know where you live
and I know who you're shagging." He looked at Jackie who wilted visibly
under his gaze; her head hanging down and her hair hiding her face.  "But
you're a new one on me lass," he said to her.  "I don't think I've ever
come across you before." Jackie looked up at him from under her fringe. 
"You're not his usual type love," he said causing Jackie to flinch.  "Take
my advice and get rid of him.  He's no good.  He'll do you no good either."

   Jackie hung her head again and Alan turned and took her arm, turning her
away towards the car park.  "Take this as a warning," the policeman
continued, raising his voice as Alan frogmarched her away.  "Next time I'll
book you and then you'll have to explain that to your Mum and Dad.  I'll
bet they wouldn't be chuffed to learn that their little girl is fucking in
public car parks!"

   "Fuck off!" Alan muttered under his breath as he pushed her around the
corner and over to his bike.  He sat astride his bike and kick it savagely
into life.  "Get on," he snarled over his shoulder as Jackie inexpertly
swung her leg over the seat, she was frightened and flustered by their
seemingly narrow escape from the law.  For her authority figures were
exactly that and represented power and establishment.  The sixties attitude
of rebellion and protest had not reached here yet and Alan's total disdain
and disregard for the law shocked her.  "I said get on." Alan snarled again
as Jackie hesitated, confusion staying her feet.  He pulled her towards the
bike and as she swung her leg over the seat her dress billowed up revealing
her nakedness beneath.

   "Very nice too," she head the policeman chuckle.  He was standing at the
corner of the pub watching them go.  She pushed her skirt down blushing
furiously again as the policeman turned away laughing quietly and shaking
his head.  Alan revved the engine and the bike shot forward in a spray of
gravel and dust but the policeman had gone.

   Alan raced his bike hard down the country lanes for a few minutes,
weaving around the bends with a recklessness that terrified her.  She clung
onto his waist as the bike banked wildly from side to side.  Eventually he
slowed.  She could feel him trembling with anger under his t-shirt.  She
held onto him although who was drawing comfort from who she wasn't sure. 
As he slowed his trembling stopped and she began to try to take in what had
happened, she knew he wasn't frightened of the policeman, that wasn't what
was wrong.  It was more the authority that they represented he seemed to
hate.  "Fucking coppers!" she heard him mutter.

   The rest of the ride home was in silence.  She sat behind him quietly,
never moving, even when he eventually reached behind him and calmly reached
under her skirt between her legs and ran his fingers through her still wet
and open lips.  She looked down at his hand between her legs and with one
hand she held her skirt down as his hand and the wind threatened to billow
it up.  As his fingers casually explored between her lips she wondered what
had happened to her, how much her life had changed in the course of one
short bike ride.  From demure schoolgirl to riding on a bike with no
knickers and a man's fingers inside her.  In one short afternoon.

   When they reached home he bounced the bike up the kerb and into the
woods behind their houses; eventually stopping at the gate to his back
garden.  She got off without waiting to be asked, afraid of her parents
seeing her riding with Alan; especially after her Mothers explicit warning.
Alan pushed the back gate open with the front wheel of his bike.  "Wait a
minute" he instructed over his shoulder and Jackie waited obediently as he
wheeled his bike inside and opened the shed door.  "Come in" he said and
Jackie followed him and his bike into the cool darkness.  He pulled the
bike up onto its stand against the back wall and turned to face her. 
Jackie wondered what he was going to say.  He took her knickers from his
pocket and held them up to his nose, inhaling deeply "You smell good," he
said without smiling, his blue eyes quietly fixing her to the spot.

   He leant against the bike, turning the material between his fingers. 
"Can I have them back?" she asked eventually.

   Alan shook his head and laughed.  He turned away and moved over to the
old chest of drawers that stood against one wall.  He obviously used it as
a toolbox and as storage for bits of his bike, cans of oil and polish and
all the other junk that always accumulates in sheds and workshops; although
she noticed that Alan kept the shed quite tidy, everything seemed to have
its own allotted place, not at all like she would have expected.  Alan
opened one of the draws and looked inside; he reached in a pulled out a
mass of brightly coloured material.  At first Jackie took them to be rags
or cloths for cleaning the bike but she suddenly started as he dropped them
onto the top of the chest and she realised that they were pairs of women's
knickers.  Lots of pairs.  "Whose are they?" Jackie asked when she
eventually found her voice.  "Who do they belong to?"

   Alan looked at the pile and almost distractedly picked through the pile
of underwear.  There were knickers of all types, from the very plain to the
obviously very sexy and expensive.  Knickers that had been worn to be seen,
to be touched.  "These belong to a friend of yours," he said picking up a
plain pair of white pants.  Jackie looked at them as if they would somehow
have a name stencilled across them.  "Who?" she asked bemused.  Alan
laughed quietly, "That would be telling wouldn't it?  You know her." He
picked up another pair, "And that's her mother," he said quite
nonchalantly, knowing the impact his words would have.  Jackie looked
incredulously at the two pairs of knickers dangling casually from his
fingers.  "Never fucked them both at the same time but I should have done,
they were both dead willing once we got started."

   Jackie looked at him and then back to the pile of knickers scattered
across the wooden surface.  She reached out and ran her fingers across the
material, pausing slightly as her finger tips registered the feel of cotton
and then silk and then a little lace.  She wondered about the story each
pair represented, of seduction and lust, of fucking and being fucked, of
abuse and use; and eventually possibly of betrayal and abandonment.  With a
start she realised that he was probably still fucking some of the women
that these knickers belonged to.

   She looked up and was startled to find that he was still watching her.
He picked up a brightly coloured pair of plain cotton kickers and held them
to his nose.  "Do you know these belong to?" He asked almost absently,
breathing in their scent.  She shook her head, her eyes on the material he
was holding.  "Do you know Mrs.  Williamson?" He asked casually.

   Jackie shook her head as she cast about for the name until her jaw
dropped open in disbelief.  "The schoolteacher?" She asked incredulously.
Alan nodded smugly.  "Led me a merry chase she did.  Liked the bike.  Liked
her 'bit of rough'.  Went like a rocket when I eventually got my hand up
her skirt.  Fucked like a rabbit." Jackie shook her head.  "You've had Mrs
Williamson?"

   Alan laughed and casually discarded the knickers to pick up another
pair. "Guess who these belong to?" he said and he held up a pair of satin
French knickers, black and trimmed with ribbons and lace.  Jackie shook her
head as she stared at them, they were stained and crusty in parts, they
mesmerised and revolted her at the same time.  "I don't know" she said at
last.

   He flicked them at her and surprised she caught them.  The material was
soft and warm between her fingers.  "She was a real prick tease that one.
Always coming on to me and the lads in the pub.  She'd show her legs and
open a button or two to give us a flash of her tits.  But she was always
with her husband, the big drip, and always ran away whenever anyone tried
their luck.  But you knew she wanted it.  She was dripping when I got my
hands in her pants once at a dance.  She struggled a bit but you can always
tell."

   Jackie thought of her own willingness to open her legs for him, she
hadn't put up much of a struggle had she?  "What happened?" She found
herself asking.

   Alan took the knickers out of her hand, "Me and a couple of my mates
called round to see her when her husband wasn't there.  She couldn't get
enough after that."

   "You forced her?" Jackie asked shocked.

   "Forced?" Alan asked, thinking about the word.  "She didn't need
forcing," he said.  "She knew what we'd come for as soon as she opened the
door.  Give her her due she did try to close it but we were ready for that.
She struggled as the guys held her down and spread her legs but once we'd
got her started she was as smooth as silk.  Wanted it real badly, just
needed a little coaxing that's all.  Couldn't get rid of her in the end. 
Use to buy this fancy underwear to try to keep us interested."

   "Who was it?" Jackie asked not really knowing if she wanted to know.

   Alan smiled, "Your Mum's friend.  Joan Baxter across the road."

   Jackie almost reeled in shock.  Mrs Baxter!  Although much younger than
her Mum she was still one of her Mum's closest friends.  She was heavily
pregnant.  "What happened?" Jackie asked "are you still..?"

   Alan shook his head.  "She became a pain in the end.  Wouldn't leave us
alone.  Turned up wherever we were, trailed after us.  Loved it rough.  The
rougher the better.  We fucked her blind; in the woods, here in this shed,
in her own bed, in the alley behind the pub, all over the place.  Got her
across a table in the pub once while her hubby was in the lounge playing
darts," he laughed and shook his head, rubbing the material and the
memories between his fingers and his thumb, "she wasn't expecting that one.
Put up quite a fight until we got inside her.  Didn't struggle after that.
Half the pub was watching when we fucked her.  Some even joined in.  She
loved it.  Moaned about the beer stains on the back of her dress though. 
Had a job explaining that to hubby.  Not sure how she explained that she
was leaking cum for the rest of the evening or the that all the guys in the
pub were smiling at her."

   Jackie suddenly pictured the husband, a youngish steelworker, a nice
enough kind of bloke but even she recognised he was not a very exciting
kind of character.  "But she still wanted more," Alan continued.  "Chased
us from one end of town to the other.  Got to be too much in the end.  An
then she became a bit of a liability."

   "How?"

   "She got herself pregnant." Alan said simply.

   Jackie reeled again as if struck.  She couldn't believe she was hearing
this.  "What?"

   "You heard."

   "You mean the kid she's carrying now?"

   Alan nodded.  "Could have been anyone's.  We've all had her; any number
of times.  We'll be able to tell better when she drops it," he said and he
laughed.

   "Does Dave know?" she asked, Dave was the cuckolded husband.

   Alan shrugged, "He ought to, we left him enough signs for a blind man to
read."

   Jackie could not believe the callous way Alan was dealing with this.  He
really didn't care what happened to the woman he and his mates had used and
probably made pregnant.  Alan looked at Jackie, "She should have been more
careful.  That's what you get when you play with matches."

   Jackie suddenly remembered the black eye and the small talk just before
Mrs Baxter announced she was pregnant.  She hung her head trying to let the
information seep in but Alan suddenly held up another trophy; two pairs of
knickers tied together with a ribbon.  He held them up "Now these have an
interesting story, someone else you know." Jackie looked at the knickers,
they were expensive, lacy and she recognised that they were the expensive
kind of knickers that would be bought for an occasion.  He swung them round
his finger for a moment, re living the memory.  "This was a wedding," he
turned to look at Jackie for her reaction.  "Can you guess?" He asked.

   Jackie had not been to that many weddings, "Was I there?" Alan nodded.
"The whole bloody street was there.  In a hotel in Broughton."

   Jackie looked at him, recognition dawning "Anne Thompson's wedding?"

   Alan nodded smugly.  "Then whose are they?" She asked, she knew just
about everyone at that wedding, it had been a big affair, in a posh hotel
out of town.

   Alan laughed and held one half of the tied pair of knickers up for her
inspection "Anne's" he said smiling.

   "Anne's?" she asked incredulously, "At her own wedding?  I don't believe
it!" She had known Anne from being a child.  She was a very close friend of
the family.  Her whole family was at the wedding last year.  Jackie and her
Mum had helped with the arrangements and Jackie herself had been a
bridesmaid.

   "Believe it." Alan said and fingered the material, "here's the proof".

   Jackie leaned back against the wall, now needing the support.  "How?"
She asked before she realised that she did not really want to know.

   "After the reception," he said, "four of us and the maid of honour,
don't remember her name.."

   "Pat." Said Jackie quietly.

   "What?"

   "Pat, her name was Pat, the maid of honour."

   "Was it?  Oh yea, she came from Connington or something didn't she?  Out
of town.  I remember now."

   Anyway we all went upstairs to do something to the bedroom, Anne and
Alex's room, they were staying at the hotel that first night."

   Jackie nodded sickly, she knew that the bride and groom had spent the
first night of their honeymoon in the bridal suite at the hotel; she had
helped to 'decorate' it with confetti and ribbons and stuff.

   "We all snuck up the back stairs; drunk as lords we were, noisy as hell.
We had no idea what we were going to do but it seemed like a good idea at
the time.  You know what its like when you're pissed." Jackie just stared
back at him.  He shrugged, "Well, maybe not."

   "Anyway we made such a racket in the corridor outside the bedroom that
Anne appeared to tell us off.  Quite funny really, if she hadn't come out
none of it would have happened.  Anyway, we all leapt passed her into the
bedroom, waving bottles of beer, falling over ourselves, trying to toast
the bride and groom or something when we saw Alex, out cold, dead drunk and
we all just stopped and stared at him.  It took a while to register.  Then
Anne burst out laughing and we realised she was dead drunk as well.  Pat
began to try and wake Alex while Anne headed for the loo to be sick. 
Naturally I helped her ..."

   "Naturally" said Jackie.

   "Didn't take long to get her pants off, these are the very one's in
fact" he said displaying them again proudly, "and I fucked her in the
toilet, sitting on the sink."

   Jackie shook her head.

   "Don't look at me like that," Alan said, smiling, "I wasn't the only
one. By the time I got her back into the bedroom the lads were stuck into
the maid of honour.  Not much honour left in her by the end of the night I
can tell you.  So we had them both, stark naked on the wedding bed, side by
side.  Fucked them both senseless.  Great night."

   "What about Alex?  Did he ever find out?"

   "Certainly did.  He came too after a while.  Too late to do anything
mind you, we'd all banged his wife by then.  He rushed off to be sick at
first and by the time he came back in I guess he'd had time to think about
it and figured he didn't really mind, or that there was nothing he could do
about it.  He stood there in the doorway looking green before someone
invited him to fuck the maid of honour.  He didn't need a second asking. 
He was on the bed and up her faster than a rat up a drainpipe.  Don't think
Anne was too please but she had other things to worry about at that point.
Strange isn't it?  She 'd just been had by four guys and yet she was still
miffed that her hubby was fucking another woman!  No sense really."

   "Probably something to do with free will." Jackie said quietly.

   "What?"

   "She didn't have much choice about fucking the four of you did she?"

   Alan shrugged.  "Didn't put up much of a fight in the bathroom.  Got her
tits out and my hand up her dress pretty quick."

   "She was dead drunk.  Some conquest."

   Alan shrugged and dropped the knickers back on to the pile.  "Boys will
be boys won't they?"

   Alan swept the knickers back into the drawer with his arm.  He finally
picked hers up and dropped them onto the top of the pile.  "They can join
the collection." Alan said.

   "You haven't had me yet," she said defiantly.

   "Yet," he answered slowly and closed the drawer.  He stepped across and
stood in front of her.  Jackie backed up against the wall as he loomed over
her.  "But I will soon," he said and put his hand up the front of her dress
and slipped a finger inside her.  Jackie gasped at the sudden intrusion. 
"And you will let me because you want me to," he said simply and then took
his hand away.

   He stood back and lit a cigarette from the pack he took from his pocket.
"Now fuck off," he said quietly, "I've someone else I need to go and see."
Jackie turned and walked out of the shed without a backward glance. 
Despite all she had heard all she could feel was his finger inside her and
she knew he probably was right, he would have her soon.



   Summer Ch.  06 Pt.  04

   Jackie's Story

   The party had been in full swing for a number of hours; most of the
house lights were out and the music was turned up as loud as they could get
it without attracting the neighbours or the police.  The booze, mainly beer
and mainly in one large barrel was on a table in the kitchen.  In the
fuggy, smoked filled darkness bodies swayed and gyrated to the latest pop
songs.  Jackie sat on a wall just outside the kitchen talking to her
friends.  Cigarettes were passed around and Jackie took one although the
combination of cigarettes and booze usually made her feel light headed and
queasy.

   After a while she decided to go to the toilet and pushed her way through
the swaying bodies and made her way through the darkness to the stairs. 
She found her way upstairs by the faint light of the street lamp outside
and she worked her way to the toilet door, mainly by touch and pushed
gently, only to find it locked.  Mentally shrugging her shoulders she
turned to look down the corridor.  In the faint light she could just make
out a number of bedroom doors facing off either side.  'A few more bedrooms
than we've got' she thought.

   She turned at the sound of someone coming heavily up the stairs.  The
bulky shadow of a man appeared.  He paused at the top of the stairs and
took his bearings.  After a moment he walked to the bathroom and tried it.
Standing in the shadows she tried to make herself as inconspicuous as
possible, she could smell the beer on him and did not want any trouble.

   "Fuck!" he muttered and half heartedly kicked the door with his shiny,
pointed shoes.  With a shock like a bucket of iced water down her back
Jackie recognized him and tried to step further back into the shadow.  At
the movement Alan looked up.  "Fancy meeting you here," he said as his eyes
focussed slowly on her in the half light.

   "Fancy," she replied poised between flight and staying.

   In the semi darkness he reached out and took her wrist in his hand. 
"With anyone?" He asked.

   She shrugged her shoulder noncommittally, "Friends." He nodded and
slowly started to walk away down the corridor, pulling her after him. 
"Where are we going?" she asked his back but he didn't answer.  He pulled
her along the corridor until he came to one of the bedroom doors.  Pushing
the door open he pulled her inside.  "Wait a bloody minute.." she began but
he spun her around, up against the wall and in one easy movement he pinned
her hands above her head.

   He looked her up and down and then reached for the big loop tab on the
broad zipper that ran down the length of the front of her dress.  "I love
these new fashions," he said, "so easy to get into.  Made for men like me,"
and with a soft chuckle he began to pull the zipper down.

   "What the fuck do you think you're doing?" said Jackie, panicking and
trying to pull her hands free, "Let me go!"

   Alan calmly continued unzipping her dress.  He reached the bottom and
the dress fell open.  "That's much better," he said smugly.  He leaned back
a little and pushed the two halves of her dress apart.  He surveyed her
body, pinned up against the wall, hands above her head, almost on tiptoe.
He caressed her breast in its plain white bra before reaching around behind
her and unhooking it.  Because her hands were held above her head the bra
almost immediately sprang clear of her breasts so he pushed it up and out
of the way.  Her breasts glowed whitely in the pale light, her nipples
obvious and prominent.  He paused, savouring the view, he chest heaving as
she tried to control her panic.  "I love your tits you know," he said,
"ever since the first time I felt them."

   "Please stop," Jackie pleaded, "Someone may come!"

   Alan cupped her breast and at his touch Jackie felt the first familiar
lurch in her stomach.  He bent his head to her breast and sucked the nipple
deep in his mouth.  Liquid warmth began to pour from her nipple and she
unconsciously pushed her breast forward to meet him.

   Alan suckled deeply, drawing her breast to his mouth with his hand.  The
warmth spread to her groin and Jackie began to whimper, she knew she was
losing control.  She clasped her legs tightly together to try to control
the tingling sensation that was building there.  Alan moved his attention
to her other breast and she him mutter, "Small, but really very nice. 
Absolutely class tits."

   As he suckled on her other breast Jackie could feel her resolve
slipping. She could not believe how fast she crumbled when he touched her.
Her body was betraying her and was instantly responding to his every touch.
"Alan, for fuck's sake stop!" she pleaded but he took no notice.  Her
nipples were on fire.  Alan alternately suckled on one and rolled the other
between his fingers.  She squeezed her legs together and her knees began to
buckle.  "Alan PLEASE!" she almost cried.

   In reply his hand began a lazy decent from her breast down across her
stomach until he hooked his finger into the waistband of her knickers.  She
closed her eyes and in desperation she squeezed her legs tighter together.
He pulled the front of her knickers down and slid his hand inside, running
his fingers through her pubic hair.

   "Please Alan, please," she said, her voice now almost a whisper.  She
was no longer sure whether she was pleading for him to stop or continue. 
His finger began to probe between her legs.  Her head sagged forward in
despair as he tried to worm his hand between her closely clamped thighs.

   He released her nipple from his mouth and raised his head to look at
her. "Open your legs," he said.

   She shook her head slowly, "No" she whispered.

   Alan looked blearily at her and then suddenly he drew back his hand and
hit her, once, sharply, across the face.  The sudden blow shocked her to
her core, the slap wasn't hard but the shock was intense.  "Open your
legs," he said quietly again and raised his hand as if to repeat the slap.

   Jackie turned her head away from the expected blow but Alan dropped his
head to her nipple again.  She gasped at the intensity of the feeling as he
first bit and then suckled at the nipple; she felt it immediately become
erect.  His hand moved down inside her knickers, pushing them, unresisting,
down her thighs.

   "That's better," he said.  His fingers explored between the folds of her
labia and Jackie knew that her resistance was almost over.

   "Oh God!" she whispered and rested her head against his arm as he
inserted a finger inside her and began to move it slowly around in
exploration.  She shuffled her feet, opening her legs wider to give him
access.

   Suddenly there was a sound in corridor outside and the door burst open.
A couple stumbled into the room laughing and giggling.  They turned on the
bedroom light and the man pulled the unresisting girl towards the bed,
sliding his hand up and under her short skirt.  They stopped short in
confusion when they suddenly realised that Jackie and Alan were standing
silently against the bedroom wall.

   Jackie tried to shield her eyes from the sudden light behind Alan's arm
that was still pinning her hands above her head.  She knew that that the
couple were staring at them, that they must be able to see her with her
dress open, her breasts displayed and Alan with his hand between her legs.
She struggled to cover up but Alan did not move, he just said very quietly,
"Whoever you are just fuck off and turn off the light when you leave."

   The couple hesitated, drawn by the sight of the near naked girl and the
man who was obviously undressing her.  Without raising his voice Alan
repeated his command "I said fuck off NOW!" and the couple almost fell over
themselves as they rushed for the door.  "And turn that fucking light off
as you leave." He casually hurled over his shoulder at the departing
figures.

   The room plunged back into darkness and the door closed.  As the light
went out Alan paused for a second and then slowly moved his finger deeper
inside Jackie.  She almost cried out in pleasure and again her knees began
to sag.  Alan still held her, pinned against the wall by her wrists.  His
finger moved further inside her, up and around, she could feel her wetness
coat the back of his hand and begin to run slowly down the inside of her
thighs.  "I'm going to have you," he said slowly.

   "Please," she whispered, "not here!  Not like this." She can feel the
pressure building inside her and she rested her head on his shoulder as she
bit at her lip.

   Despite her words, at that point she did not care what was happening to
her or where she was or who saw her; she just wanted him to take her to her
climax, but he half stepped back to look at her.  Slowly he withdrew his
fingers from inside her and she cried out softly in protest.  He gently
stoked his finger through the folds of her labia until he found her
clitoris.  She stiffened again and gave a little cry.

   "Ah!" He said smugly.  "All in working order I see.  Very sensitive."
And he began to stroke his finger backwards and forwards across it, slowly
and gently.  Her hips began to buck against him and she began to whimper
again.  The sensations were almost more that she could bear.  He felt her
start to tremble and her knees begin to sag, "I'm going to fuck you soon,"
he whispered in her ear as her breasts trembled and her legs shook.

   Jackie threw her head back as his finger kept on flicking gently across
her clitoris.  Only his hand pinning her wrist was keeping her upright.  "I
said I'm going to fuck you soon, but not here, not tonight." He repeated in
her ear.

   Jackie muttered almost incoherently, "Please".

   "What did you say?" he asked tauntingly.

   "Please." She muttered again as his fingers took her higher.  Her body
is leaning so far from the wall in search of his fingers that when he
stepped back she almost fell.  She opened her eyes in total confusion as he
held her gently, back against the wall.

   "I said I'm going to fuck you soon." Releasing her he straightened his
tie and ran his fingers through his hair.  But not tonight my love, not
tonight." He bent his head and took her nipple in his mouth, Jackie rose
immediately to the sensation, trying to wrap her arms around him but he
deftly stepped back and suddenly he was gone, the door closing softly
behind him.

   It took her a second to realise what had happened, then her knees sagged
and she half slid down the wall.  Tears sprang to her eyes.  "Bastard!" she
called out feebly.  She slid further down the wall almost whimpering in
frustration.  "Bastard!" she muttered again.

   The unfulfilled sensations between her legs created an urgent need in
her, she desperately wanted to finish herself off, to bring herself to
climax, to find some relief for the pressure his fingers had created; but
the noise of the party began to drift up through the floor again, the heavy
thump, thump of overloud pop music.  She heard voices in the corridor
outside and the door handle moved.  She heard laughter and then the sound
of feet running away.

   She fumbled with her clothes, her tears half blinding her.  Her fingers
did not belong to her as she pulled her knickers up and struggled to zip up
her dress.  Wiping her eyes with the back of her hand she went to the door
and pressed her ear to the wood.  The corridor seemed quiet.  Taking a deep
breath she opened the door and peeped out, the corridor was empty although
she noticed that the lights were now on.  She slipped quickly outside and
made her way down to the toilet.  She tried the door and almost cried with
relief when she found it empty.  Slipping inside she locked the door behind
her.

   She sat on the toilet seat and finally allowed herself to burst into
tears.  'The bastard, the bastard, the bastard' she kept repeating to
herself over and over again until her tears subsided.  Pulling herself
together she eventually got up and walked unsteadily to the sink and
inspected her face in the mirror.  'God what a mess!' she thought.  She
quickly washed her face and straightened her hair and surveyed the result,
'better but no picture' she thought to herself.

   Slowly she again became aware of muffled voices and the sound of feet in
the corridor.  Taking a deep breath she opened the bathroom door and
stepped out.  "Switch off that bloody light!" a voice whispered harshly and
Jackie plunged the corridor back into darkness.  All around her was the
excited press of bodies milling around and making noise while trying
desperately to keep quiet, as only a crowd of half drunk people can.

   "What's going on?" She asked an indistinct shape alongside her.

   "There's a couple making love in the bedroom." Came back the excited
answer in a half giggle.  The owner of the voice was obviously worse for
wear.  "They're doing it standing up against the wall and they're naked! 
We've got a camera." The voice continued in a rush.  "Going to get a
photo." Jackie shrugged her shoulders in the darkness,

   "About ten minutes too late." She thought.  "Thank God!"

   She made her way through the crowd, pushing her way down the stairs in
the semi darkness and answering the questions of the people at the back of
the crowd who had arrived late and didn't really know what was happening.
"A couple making love." She whispered as they passed in the other
direction. "Yes, in the bedroom.  Yes, completely naked".

   Then suddenly she was back in the kitchen to find that the party was
still in full swing although there seemed to be considerably fewer dancers.
She presumed some had gone upstairs with the rest of the lemmings.  She
heard a big cheer go up from upstairs followed by an immediate groan of
disappointment.  Smiling to herself she made her way outside.

   Gwen grabbed her arm as soon as she appeared.  "Where have you been? 
You've missed all the fun!  Apparently there's some couple screwing in the
front room!  Can you believe it?  Knickers around her ankles and
everything!"

   "Bedroom" Jackie answered.

   "What?"

   "Front bedroom.  You said front room.  If you're going to tell the story
you'd better get it right."

   She paused and looked hard at Jackie.  "What's happened to your face? 
Where's your makeup?  Have you been crying?" Jackie looked around the rest
of the group, their faces were alive with excitement and gossip.

   "I washed it off, it was making my eyes sting, must have an allergy to
it.  That's what took me so long." Gwen nodded sympathetically and spat on
her thumb and wiped a trace of makeup from below Jackie's eye.

   "Happened to me that.  Bloody painful when it happens.  " She said and
Jackie sat back a little while Gwen told her own tale of makeup woes.  A
crowd of youngsters burst out the door and ran laughing and squealing into
the night , one of them was triumphantly waving a camera.  "Who do you
think it was?" Gwen asked, excited again by the prospect of sleaze and
gossip.

   "Don't know who the girl was" said one of the group, "but the bloke
sounded like Alan Davies."

   Gwen looked nonplussed, "Who?"

   "You know, Alan Davies, "said the girl moving her attention to Jackie,
"you should know him he lives next door to you."

   "Oh, him" Jackie said trying to keep her voice calm.  "Was he here
tonight?" She feigned looking around as if searching for him.  "Didn't
notice him."

   "He was here" said Anne.  "Bit of a Lad that one bloody hell!  Not a bad
looker though; actually if tried he could probably have had a go at me
upstairs in the bedroom!" And she shrieked with laughter at her own
brazenness.  The others shrieked with her in mock moral indignation
although she knew for certain that at least two of them had done similar if
not worse.

   Jackie smiled and tried to stop the feeling between her legs.  "Where is
he?" She asked looking around.  "Is he still here?"

   "Don't think so" Anne said, "left a couple of minutes ago with his
mates. Off to the pub for last orders I guess."

   Gwen looked closely at Jackie for a moment.  "Are you ok?"

   "Yes, why?"

   "You look flushed and your cheek looks a little red.  Are you feeling
hot?" She asked, putting the back of her hand to Jackie's forehead.

   "No, no, I'm fine" Jackie said trying to appear calm, she patted her
tummy "Just the 'time of the month'."

   "Poor bugger" Anne said fishing in her handbag, "I've got some aspirin's
in here somewhere.  Never leave home without them."

   "No, I'm fine thanks," said Jackie standing up.  "Think I just might
make my way home though.  Get to bed with a hot water bottle.  Be fine in
the morning."

   "Yeah," Gwen said standing up and brushing off the back of her skirt,
"might join you.  This is dying anyway," she said with a nod of her head at
the party still going on inside the house.

   "Yeah," said Anne slinging her handbag over her shoulder, "I'll come
too. No point in hanging about here anyway now that the excitements over."
She grabbed Gwen by the arm as they walked away.  "Who do you think it was
with Alan in the bedroom?" Jackie looked down at her shoes as they walked.
"Naked as the day they were born," she carried on, "doing it on the carpet
no less!  Honestly!  The brazenness of it!  Going at it like rabbits
apparently!"

   Gwen laughed, "If we knew the truth they were probably snogging on the
stairs, you know how these stories get exaggerated."

   Anne pushed her and laughed, "Honestly, you spoil all the fun; I prefer
my version." She fell in step with the other girls as they reached the
road, "Wish someone would make love to me on the bedroom carpet."

   "Who, Alan Davies?" Gwen asked.  "You wouldn't put out for him would
you?"

   "Why not?  I can see myself stretched out naked on the bedroom floor
while he crawled all over me." Jackie felt the peculiar lurch of desire as
Anne painted the picture with her words.  She shivered and folded her arms
across her chest, trying to get herself under control.  She could still
feel Alan's fingers inside her.  Her knickers suddenly felt damp.  "Why
does nobody ever want me?" Anne continued.  "I've got a good body haven't
I?" and she did a twirl to let everyone see, "I wouldn't mind somebody
taking all my clothes off.  I'd put out if they asked me.  Even for Alan
Davies.  At least he's exciting.  Better than what I've got now."

   Gwen looked at her, "What have you got now?"

   Anne laughed."Nothing.  Nada.  Bugger all.  Same as the rest of us." She
held up her right hand and waggled her fingers.  "I'm relying on these for
a spot of relief tonight." Gwen howled with shocked laughter.  "What's the
problem?" Anne responded somewhat glumly "that's what we all use isn't it?
Or are you going to tell me something different, like you have a secret
lover or something?"

   "Not going to tell you any different Lass," Gwen answered.  "Because
that's what we all use isn't it eh?" she asked, pushing Jackie with her
shoulder.

   Jackie just kept on walking and said nothing.

   ***

   For the next few days she was in a sort of trance.  She could not get
him out of her mind.  She relived the episode a million times in her head,
she was totally turned on by what had happened to her; feeling strangely
dirty and yet desperately wanting more.  She was not angry with him for
being forceful with her, when she really thought about it her powerlessness
had helped turn her on.

   Fighting off guys who are trying to get into your knickers was part of
the territory in this part of the world; she'd been doing it since the boys
at school first discovered that girls were different.  Wandering hands were
just boys trying it on, they were not dangerous and most were easy to deal
with; in fact she had let a couple of boys she had liked 'cop a feel' at
different times.

   When they came at you in groups, as boys around here were prone to do,
it was more problematic as at least one of her friends had found out; but
so far she had been able to handle the wondering hands without any problems
and she had been careful to avoid the gangs.  Most of the young men she had
been out with were quite wet and apologetic, just trying their luck.  Alan
was different, he was older and bolder, he knew exactly what he wanted and
what he was doing.  He made no bones about what he wanted from her and she
was absolutely unable to resist, just thinking about the way he handled her
made her wet; he didn't ask, he just took it.

   She trembled at the thought of the growing power he was beginning to
exert over her.



   Summer Ch.  06 Pt.  05

   A couple of times a week Jackie would meet her friends at the pub for a
couple of drinks.  She was not a particularly heavy drinker but she enjoyed
the scene.  One night, a week or so after the party, she had left the pub
and begun to walk home alone.  The streets were relatively well lit and
there was no real danger, it was a smallish village and most people were
known to her.

   As she walked down the main street a bus passed in a roar of warm air,
lights and diesel fumes.  It stopped at the bus stop a little ahead of her.
It was the last bus from town.  It turned around at the top of the street
and went back to town 5 minutes later.  She had caught it many times with
friends after a night out.

   Tonight only one passenger got off and she recognised him instantly.  He
stood and waited for her as the bus drew away.  He waited for her to catch
up.  Although her heart quickened at the sight of him she approached him
with some trepidation.

   "Thought it was you," he said by way of greeting.  "Saw you as we came
round the corner." She didn't say anything but walked alongside him with
her head down, looking at the darkened pavement in front of her.  She was
just so aware of him, his presence dominated her, dwarfed her will somehow.
"You don't seem very pleased.  I got off just to walk home with you.  You
could at least say thanks."

   She looked at him; he was looking straight ahead and smiling.  "Thanks,"
she said quietly.  Alan nodded and began a running conversation that lasted
all the way home.  He didn't notice, or didn't particularly care, that she
wasn't joining in.  He laughed at his own jokes and leaned in close to her
when he thought he was saying something important.

   As they turned in to the woods at the end of the gardens Jackie felt
that she should say something.  She was so pleased that he had got off the
bus to walk with her and she had trailed home alongside him like a stupid
little girl.  "How's the bike?" she asked finally as they neared their back
gates.  "I haven't seen you out on it much recently."

   He stopped and turned to look at her "Come in and see it." It was not
really phrased as a request, more as a statement of fact.

   She shook her head slightly and began to say, "No thanks," when he took
her arm and led her through his own back gate.  She stood there quietly
while he undid the padlock on the shed and then he stood back and held the
door open for her to go in.  She looked at him and then stepped into the
warm darkness of his shed.  It smelled of oil and cigarettes; a close,
manly smell.  In the dull light the bike gleamed softly along one wall; she
placed her hand on its polished smoothness.

   He followed her in and closed the door behind him and the outside world
disappeared.  She could feel her knees begin to tremble.  Why did he always
have this effect on her?  He stepped up closely behind her and she could
smell him, a mixture of aftershave, beer and cigarettes.  He slipped her
handbag off her shoulder and placed it on the floor by her side.  "Well?"
He asked quietly.  "What do you think of it".

   "Nice," was all she could think of say.

   "Nice?" he laughed quietly.  "Now that's no way to talk of a
thoroughbred like her." He ran his hands down Jackie's back, his hands
moulding to her curves, until he ended up cupping her bottom.  She never
said a word, she was unsure if he was talking of her or the bike.  Taking
her shoulders he turned her around and pushed her back until she was half
sitting, half leaning against the broad seat of the bike.  There was no
resistance from her.

   He placed a finger under her chin and raised her face until she was
looking at him.  "Are you a thoroughbred?" he asked.

   She swallowed, "I don't know"

   He let go of her chin and hooked his finger into the broad loop of the
zipper in the denim top she was wearing.  "Shall we see?" he said.  "I
didn't really get a good look at you at the party," he paused and smiled.
"Bit pissed you see." She looked down at his finger in the loop of the
zipper as she felt the zipper being pulled slowly down.  "I'm not pissed
now," he said.

   No," she said in a whisper and she watched the zipper complete its
journey.  With a last pull, the top fell open.  Once again she could feel
the panic slowly rising inside her.  How could she be standing here letting
him take her clothes off again?  She wanted to cry out and run; but then
another part of her, the wayward part of her, told her to stay and let him
put his hands on her, put his hands between her legs again, just like at
the party.

   "You want me to touch you don't you?" He said as if reading her
thoughts. Looking down Jackie shook her head in denial.  He laughed
quietly. "Of course you do." He pushed the denim top from her shoulders and
down her arms.  "Of course you do." He said again.

   She sat there quietly with the denim top half way down her arms, wrapped
around her back like a stole, or a restraint.  He pulled her to her feet
and she tried vaguely to free her arms but he stilled her.  "I think it's
time to have a look at those beautiful tits of yours again don't you?" She
shook her head, 'no', but he pulled her to him and simply lifted the front
of her blouse and pushed it up, over her breasts.

   "Ah yes," he said, holding her and looking down.  She could feel her
chest heaving, confined tightly by the material of her bra.  "Just as I
remember them." He lightly stroked the back of his hand across her nipples.
She gasped as they immediately hardened, clearly showing through the thin
fabric.  "Nice bra," he said, brushing the swell of her breast through the
fabric.  With a practised movement he reached behind her and unfastened the
clip.  "But next time don't wear one, it's easier."

   "There won't be a next time," she managed to say as he flipped her bra
up and out of the way, releasing her breasts to the cool night air.  She
gasped again as he bent down and took a nipple in his mouth.  He suckled
deeply and hearing her intake of breath, he let go with a laugh.

   "Of course there'll be a next time.  I'm going to fuck you one day.  Now
let's have a good look at your tits shall we?" he said and pushed her back,
her arms still entangled in her jacket.

   She staggered against the heavy machine.  "Go easy with the bike" he
said and looked down at her breasts.  She is leaning back at an angle and
struggling to keep her balance.  He held her in place while he calmly
inspected her breasts, she struggled but he held her firmly, keeping her in
place.  "I like it when you struggle,'" he said, "it makes your tits
bounce." He jiggled her breasts for a moment before cupping one and
stroking the nipple with his thumb.

   "Really nice" he said appreciatively.  He squeezed the nipple gently
causing her to gasp.  He smiled.  "And oh so sensitive.  I'm going to enjoy
you." Jackie could feel herself getting wet, his fingers on her breast
seemed to be directly linked to her groin and she could feel herself giving
way to her desires, feel herself sliding away.  He laughed and squeezed her
nipple again.  Her knees felt weak.  She was having difficulty in keeping
her balance.

   He moved his attention to her other breast and after hefting its weight,
as if making a comparison with the first one, he rolled the nipple between
his fingers.  "Lovely nipples," he said quietly, "they stand out like
chapel hat pegs," and he pulled on one make his point.  Jackie groaned and
Alan smiled, "You seem to like that," he said "see, I'm getting to know
you" and he pulled gently again.  Jackie bit her lip and tried to free
herself from his touch, knowing her resistance was rapidly fading.

   Alan laughed again and pulled her closer to him.  "Now, now," he said,
"we've not done yet.  Not by a long chalk." He arched her slightly further
back over the bike, making her breasts stand out further and laying her
more open to him.  He inspected her breasts again, suckling and fondling
each breast in turn.  He raised his eyes to look at her.  She looked into
his face but his confident smile of triumph as he sucked her nipple into
his mouth frightened her.

   She looked down across her naked breasts, she could see her nipples
shining wetly in the faint light, she could feel the growing dampness
between her legs and she could feel her resolve fading away with every pull
of his lips on her nipples.  She knew she had lost, she was his and she
knew he could do what he wanted with her.

   Once again he read her thoughts, "You know you love it don't you?" Her
nipples ached to be touched.  No one had ever touched them like this,
suckled on them, played with her breasts.  She wanted him to just shut up
and carry on touching her; she was now not just damp between her legs, she
could feel she was wet.

   She shook her head faintly, a last attempt at independence.  "No", she
said, "I don't".

   Alan smiled and reached for her skirt feeling for the zip.  Her
struggles seem feeble even to her as his fingers found the top clasp and
deftly undid it.  The skirt sagged a little on her hips.  He found the
zipper and pulled it down.  "Great things zippers," he said, "don't know
what we would do without them." He eased the skirt down off her hips,
reaching behind her to pull it down over her bottom.  With an easy push it
fell to her feet.

   He looked down at her legs, splayed open to keep her balance but
strangely dark in the half light.  "Tights," he said disgustedly.  "Fucking
awful things!  don't wear them anymore, or at least not when you're with
me." Jackie watched as he hooked his fingers into the top of them, pulling
them down over her hips.

   He pushed them, as far as he could reach, down her thighs.  "There," he
said at last, smoothing his hand across the material of her white flowered
cotton knickers, "that's better.  Almost there now."

   Jackie looked at his casual, smiling, face, the 'almost there now' sent
a shiver of anticipation racing through her body.  He had undressed her
with such consummate ease.  She had not really resisted but it would not
have made any difference, he knew what he was doing.

   He was unwrapping a parcel, stripping off layer after layer and the
present was in sight, only a damp piece of cotton now lay between him and
what he was seeking.

   Without any further ceremony Alan placed his hand over her mound and
pressed his fingers up through the thin material of her knickers, gently
pressing his fingers into her.  Jackie almost shouted out with the sudden
surge of feeling, her knees almost buckled at the sudden and ungracious
onslaught.  He took his hand away and inspected his fingers.  He looked at
her, "A bit wet aren't we?"

   Jackie felt herself curl up inside; he knew that she wanted him, her
body was betraying her.  Alan smiled, "I told you that you wanted it."
Laughing he hooked his fingers into the sides of her knickers and pulled
them easily down over her hips.  She watched in horrified fascination as he
pulled the front of her knickers down, her pubic hair glinting as he slowly
exposed her.

   "I wonder what you smell of?" he asked.  She looked at him
uncomprehendingly and he laughed again.  This was all happening a bit too
fast for her, she wanted cry out 'slow down will you, not so fast', but the
rest of her brain loved this feeling of being out of control, being rushed
towards the feelings that she knew were coming.  With a slight push her
knickers slid down her thighs.  They came to rest, caught up with her
tights, around her knees.

   She looked down at herself; she was now naked from nipple to knee.  She
watched as Alan smoothed his fingers across her stomach.  How did he get
her to this, spread out across his bike, nearly naked, in a shed at the
bottom of the garden?  He'd stripped her with the ease that he stripped his
bike; and possibly with the same amount of passion.

   He had not kissed her or shown any affection, he just wanted to get her
naked and put his fingers inside her; and that's what she had wanted wasn't
it?  She hadn't stopped him, she was not sure she could have stopped him
even if she'd wanted to; but she hadn't really put up any resistance had
she, hadn't even tried to say 'no' had she?  What did that make her?

   She didn't know anymore, she didn't know anything except that his hand
was now moving down across stomach and his finger trailing through her
pubic hair.  He twirled the hair around his finger.  "It's soft," he said.
"Most women's are wiry." She began to whimper as his fingers moved down
between her legs, a mixture of fear and anticipation.  His hand disappeared
between her legs and she could feel him slowly slide a finger between the
folds of her lips.

   She closed her eyes.  "Open them," he commanded and she opened her eyes
in shock wondering what he was meaning, her eyes or her legs, "Open your
eyes" he said again.  "I want to see what you're feeling." His finger began
to explore the length of her, she whimpered quietly as the feelings flooded
through her.

   She was so wet she could feel her juices beginning to leak out of her.
She tried to curl up around the fingers that were beginning to open her up
but he held her upright with his free hand, not allowing her to move.  He
curled his finger up inside and her head fell back, She had done this to
herself a million times but nothing had prepared her for the mind blowing
sensations created by his finger inside her now.  She tried to open her
knees to give him access but her tights held her legs together.

   Without taking his finger from inside her he released her arm and
dropped to his knees in front of her.  With his free hand he pulled her
kickers and tights down to her ankles.  Her knees opened wide.  He pushed
her further backwards over the bike, the movement further opening her legs
and pushing her hips forward.  In a single movement he slid his finger
deeper inside her.  She almost screamed with pleasure.

   Smiling up at her from between her legs he slowly withdrew his finger
and then pushed it back in until he buried up to his knuckle inside her. 
Her juices ran down his wrist.  "And again," he said and repeated the
movement.  Jackie's head fell back; she wanted to cry out, her legs opened
wide.  She struggled to free her arms from the confines of her clothes but
couldn't and she rocked back and forth across his bike as she rode his
fingers.

   The sensations were almost overpowering, how could he do this to her? 
How could he possibly make her feel like this?  Alan swivelled his hand and
as he moved his fingers slowly inside her he stroked her protruding
clitoris with his thumb.  This time Jackie did cry out, a cross between and
cry and a whimper that came directly from the feeling between her legs.

   Her knees buckled, half standing Alan held her across his bike with his
free hand.  Her hips rose to meet his fingers.  She was exploding,
sensations ripped from her clitoris and his fingers and crashed through her
body.  She began to rock with the rhythm of his fingers, she began to
whimper and cry out.  He held her across his bike while he continued to
move his fingers inside her.  Suddenly she stiffened and cried out and
every nerve in her body lit up like a whole galaxy of flashbulbs going off
one after the other.  She thrashed around his fingers as he took her up and
over the crest.  She screamed and gripped his hand with her thighs.

   She came in a long series of unintelligible noises.  Noises such as she
had never heard or made before; little more than animal grunts and
whimpers. He held her down while she climaxed around his fingers; gradually
slowing the pace until she stopped moving and it was over.  She had
surprised even him; he had not expected such a climax.  He removed his
fingers and stepped back and looked at her.

   She was now almost laying flat on her back across his bike, her arms
were still entangled in her top and were half held behind her, her breasts
were heaving and her nipples erect, a slight flush had spread across her
chest.  Her legs were still open and her ankles still trapped in her tights
and knickers.  She looked good.  He stepped forward again and with his hand
on her chest he held her down while he continued to look at her.

   Suddenly there was a small cough from outside and a man's voice said
"Er, sorry Al, have you finished now?"

   "Who is it?" Alan asked.  Jackie feebly tried to rise but she was spent
and as weak as a kitten.  The force of the climax was still washing through
her.

   "It's me," said the disembodied voice.  "Tom.  Can I come in?" Jackie
struggled to comprehend what was happening but Alan was still holding her
down.  She couldn't move.

   "Sure" said Alan "come in" and the door opened and Tom, one of Alan's
mates, strolled in smoking a cigarette.  Jackie struggled to get up but
Alan almost nonchalantly held her flat.

   Tom looked her over appreciatively "If you've not finished with her" he
said nodding at Jackie with his head, "I can come back later."

   "No, I've finished," he said but made no attempt to release her.  Jackie
tried to close her legs but Alan put his knee between her thighs and held
her open.  Tom studied her naked prostrate form with undisguised interest,
inspecting her breasts and looking down to between her legs as Alan held
her open.  She felt like meat on a slab.  "What do you want?" Alan asked
Tom who continued his inspection while he smoked his cigarette; he was
obviously enjoying the show.

   "Pubs are closed," he eventually announced without taking his eyes from
between her legs.  "Just wanted to know if you fancied coming round my
place for a drink, a couple of the lads are there already" Jackie lay
spread-eagled as the two men carried on the conversation across her naked
body.  Shame, confusion and embarrassment, swept through her in waves; then
Alan casually inserted a finger inside and Jackie knew she was lost.

   Both men were aware of the feelings Alan's finger was creating inside
Jackie, Tom was studying her acutely as Alan slowly moved his finger in and
out between her legs.  Alan looked at Tom, "Just keeping my fingers warm,"
he said and Tom laughed.  With his other hand Alan took a nipple and began
to roll it between his fingers.

   Jackie was losing her grip on reality, she knew she should be angry at
Tom being there, should feel something other than then the glorious
feelings of Alan's fingers inside her, pushing her towards another climax;
but she couldn't, that's all she could feel.  Her body was still tingling
from her last orgasm.  "Please stop," she whispered but both men ignored
her.  Alan's fingers found her clitoris and Jackie stiffened.  "Please!"
she said.

   "Yeah.  OK.  Sounds good." Alan said to Tom, completely ignoring Jackie,
his fingers still moving lightly over her clitoris and his other hand on
her breast, "Just give me a minute will you while I finish up here?"

   "Sure," said Tom and made no attempt to move.

   Alan increased the pressure on her clitoris and began to manipulate her
breast in earnest.  Knowing she was lost Jackie could feel herself
beginning to rise again.  In the feeble light Tom watched with undisguised
interest as Alan's hand moved between her open legs.  She began to rock
slowly as Alan moved his fingers over her clitoris; she could not stop the
feelings that were rising once again.  She opened her eyes and saw Tom
looking down on her.  She closed them as Alan quickened the pace.  She
could not help herself and her legs opened as wide as she could get them.

   "Do you mind?" She heard Tom say, seemingly from far away.

   "Not at all," came Alan's response and suddenly another hand moulded
itself around her breast.  Shocked she opened her eyes to see Tom leaning
in closer, one hand on her breast, the other still holding his cigarette.
He fondled her breast with unabashed relish, rolling her nipple between his
fingers, pulling it erect.

   "No," Jackie protested feebly, her body already on the slide down to her
climax, but Tom and Alan either ignored her, or perhaps they just didn't
care.

   "Go easy" Alan said watching Tom enthusiastically rolling her nipple
between his finger and thumb, "you'll pull it off."

   "Sorry," said Tom and he began to more gently work her nipple and
breast.

   Jackie awkwardly tried to rise to her feet but she was still spread open
across the bike and the hands at her breasts and between her legs made
movement impossible.  She tried feebly to voice her protest but Alan's
fingers inside her were already robbing her of her willpower, taking her
higher, the pressure on both her breasts creating exquisite sensations. 
The intrusion of Tom was suddenly and completely obliterated as her climax
rose in a tidal wave, crashing over her, causing her to cry out again,
clasping her thighs around Alan's hand.

   As her climax slowly ebbed, the echoes lapping at her sex like a warm
tongue, she collapsed back across the bike like a slowly deflating doll,
her legs wide apart and Alan's fingers still inside her; she no longer
cared who was watching or what they could see.  Alan stepped back a little
and casually wiped his fingers dry on her stomach.

   "She's a lively one isn't she?" Tom asked as Jackie began to come down.
"Fantastic tits though.  Lovely body," he said running his hand quickly
down the length of her to very quickly dip his hand between her legs,
grabbing a quick feel of her wetness.  He withdrew his hand immediately
just in case Alan objected.  He knew there were limits.

   Alan shrugged, "She'll be a good ride when I get there."

   "You haven't had her yet?  She looks ready to me."

   "Just breaking her in," said Alan with a smile.

   Tom leaned forward in the faint light as Alan's shadow moved and looked
at Jackie's face.  "Aren't you one of the sisters from next door?" he asked
in surprise.  Jackie turned her face away but didn't answer.  Alan nodded
in answer.  "Bloody hell!" Tom said "You've grown up a bit since last time
I saw you." Jackie closed her eyes.  Tom looked her up and down, "Bloody
hell, I would never have recognised you!" he said in all seriousness and
Alan burst out laughing.

   "Shall we go then?" Alan asked and Tom opened the door, throwing his
cigarette out into the night.

   "Have you finished here then?" Tom asked indicating Jackie.  "Aye, all
finished," Alan said and followed Tom out into the night, leaving Jackie
nearly naked, spread out across his bike.  Pulling herself together Jackie
began to struggle to her feet as they left.  Alan put his head back through
the door, "Put the padlock on before when you leave will you love?  There's
a good girl," he said and then he was gone.

   Jackie struggled upright and sat there in the now empty shed.  She
clasped her arms to her naked breasts and clasped her thighs together. 
Alternately shame and then the aftershocks of her climaxes washed through
her.  Slowly she struggled to her feet and finally managed to free her arms
from her jacket.  Somewhat shakily she pulled her knickers and tights up;
she has to hold on the bike for support, her legs seem unable to hold her
properly.

   She pulled her skirt up and fastened it, reaching behind her to try and
fasten her bra, after a few attempts she gave up; her fingers would not
work properly.  'Maybe he was right' she thought, 'maybe I should just stop
wearing one, it would make life easier when he's around' and immediately
she corrected herself, shaking her head as if to clear her thoughts,
'Bastard!  He's never coming near me again!"

   Straightening her clothes she sat on the bike for a moment trying to
pull herself together.  She straightened her hair with her fingers and
wished she had a cigarette.  Eventually she stood and squared her
shoulders. Picking up her bag she opened the door, and then she remembered
the padlock.  Picking it up she hefted its weight in her hand.  Making up
her mind she stepped out into the garden and with all her might she threw
the padlock over the fence and into the wood.  Smiling to herself she wiped
her hand on her jacket and headed for home.

   ***

   As she lay in bed that night Jackie thought about what had happened. 
Sue had asked a few desultory questions about her night and then in view of
the lack of response had drifted off to sleep.  Jackie was wide awake. 
What was she doing?  Why was she doing it?  There's no affection between
them, it's just straight sex -- and no small measure of humiliation. 
Thanks to Tom she will bet that what happened tonight will be the talk of
Alan's mates tomorrow, another feather in Alan's cap.

   She knows he is using her but somehow she doesn't seem to care.  She
realises she is hooked on the sex.  The lack of affection doesn't seem to
matter, she does not think she wants the affection, not from him; she
wouldn't like it if he tried to kiss her.  The lack of affection just seems
to highlight the sex.  He is using her but she feels that she is also using
him and she wonders who has the best of bargain.

   She has never felt anything like this, the sex is so strong it sweeps
over her blotting out all common sense and all other considerations;
nothing else seems to matter except the sensations of having him undress
her, touch her, use her.  In truth, when she really considered it, she
didn't even mind Tom watching Alan take her; she didn't even really mind
him grabbing a quick feel; after all, that's what men do isn't it? 
Especially when there's a naked girl spread out before them; and in some
ways she sort of enjoyed the exhibitionism.  She thought it quite a turn on
to be desired and looked at, to be wanted.

   She is becoming a sex junkie and surprisingly, she finds that she loves
it.  She pushes her pyjama bottoms down her thighs and runs her fingers
through her pubic hair and remembers what it felt like to climax on his
fingers.  Her finger finds her clitoris and she bites her lip in pleasure.
She closes her eyes and suddenly she can see Tom standing over her watching
Alan bring her to orgasm.  She feels the familiar tightness in her stomach
as her own fingers begin to cause her hips to move.

   She rolls over onto her side and buries her face into her pillow as her
climax rolls over her.  Her fingers are wet.  She clasps her vagina with
both hands as she shudders through the aftershocks.  She sleepily shook her
head, what the hell was happening to her?  Slowly she drifts off to sleep
with her hands still clasped between her legs, dimly wondering what full
sex with Alan will be like; and when it will happen.