by Tom Benson
“Lauren.”
“Yes?”
“Even if we’re not allowed to … fall in love … can I still call you my … lover?”
“You better, because I’m calling you my lover.” Lauren kissed Zoe softly on the lips, and they embraced for a few minutes before getting out of bed.
* * *
The girls went into Nottingham city centre again for the day, window shopping, and enjoying a snack in a cafe at lunchtime before more walking around town chatting.
Zoe was full of questions about the things Lauren had learned about being with boys. The more she heard, the less she wanted to be physical with a boy, and it confirmed for her that she’d always felt a bit different because she’d never had an interest in that direction. She had, however always felt an attraction to other girls, especially girls like Lauren.
For her part, Lauren recognised how the conversations were going each time, and she was careful to sound clinical and a little detached. This girl on her arm was sensitive, and Lauren wouldn’t allow her to be hurt. She wanted them to remain friends when they parted.
While they were sitting in a quiet cafe, Lauren had something preying on her mind. She mentioned it, partly as a tease, but also to let Zoe see that ‘love’ wasn’t the be-all and end-all.
“Zoe, you know earlier you were asking what it was like … doing oral with a boy?” She sucked on her straw and smiled as her friend's cheeks coloured, and her eyes opened wider.
“Yes.”
“I thought it might be nice if I had something to compare it with—” The end of her sentence was lost amidst laughter when she saw Zoe’s eyes expand to the size of saucers.
“How … how … would you—”
“I think you know exactly how.” Lauren caught the tip of her straw between her lips and sucked. “Of course, I’d also like to compare what it was like to have oral done to me … by a girl.”
Zoe choked as she tried to sip a mouthful of coke.
Lauren winked. “Tonight could be a first for us both—lover.”
Zoe’s face beamed, and she reached across the table to take the hand Lauren offered.
Time to Leave
Thursday 7th August, 1997
For three months, Anthony the lecherous boyfriend had been living at Lauren’s house. Her mum was besotted with the man that Lauren had now realised was with her mum to satisfy his own needs, and to get closer to her daughter. Whenever Lauren’s mum was out of the room, he would wink at the teenager and make lewd comments.
When Lauren’s seventeenth birthday came along on Tuesday 6th August, her mum bought her a designer watch and other jewellery. The next day her mum was at work as usual, and Lauren was at home working on a painting. She was pleased that although Anthony wasn’t working on this particular day, he’d gone out in the morning as usual.
“Where is my princess?” Anthony said as he pushed open Lauren’s bedroom door without knocking.
“What do you want—I’m busy?” Lauren returned to her painting.
“Don’t be so unfriendly, Lauren. I’ve bought you some special birthday gifts.” He placed the two wrapped parcels on her bed and paused at the bedroom door on the way out. “If you want us to have a fresh start, you slip into those nice things I got for you, and I’ll be back in a while for a big birthday kiss.”
“Close the door on your way out.” Lauren gave him a sideways glance, and he was smirking. Only when she was sure he had been downstairs a while, Lauren cautiously opened the first parcel, to find a pair of killer heels in red. She was muttering under her breath as she opened the second special gift to find a full set of sexy lingerie and a twelve-inch vibrator. She rapidly put everything back, including the card which read,
‘Lauren, let me make you a woman. Anthony x’
An hour after leaving her alone, there was a tap on the door, and Anthony stepped in without an invitation again. He frowned as he closed the door behind him. “Oh, Lauren, you’ve disappointed me. Now we’ll have to do it the hard way—but don’t worry, I’ll still enjoy it.”
Anthony stepped forward and halted abruptly when the pointed end of a long wooden paintbrush stopped an inch from his right eye. “Fucking hell, Lauren—”
The teenager’s hand remained steady as red paint dripped from her end of the brush, but the handle remained close to the man’s eye. “You reach back, open the door and get out, or I’ll fucking blind you.”
Valuing his sight, and having no doubt about the teenager’s sincerity, Anthony reached back slowly, and opened the door. “Okay, sweetheart, don’t panic.” When he had the door partly open and felt safe, he finished his farewell speech. “Don’t you worry, my girl—I’m gonna have you one day, by force if necessary, and mommy will hear how you teased me.”
Lauren stood with her back to the bedroom door for several minutes, shaking, with tears rolling silently down her cheeks. It wasn’t the threat that worried her, but the fact that he was right—her mother would believe him.
“Fuck the pair of you.” Lauren jammed a hardback chair under the handle of her bedroom door and made a few preparations. When she’d finished, she listened on the landing for a few minutes and then went along and locked herself in the upstairs toilet.
* * *
“I hope you two got along together today,” Marie Ashton said when she got home.
“We had a slight disagreement earlier in the day,” Anthony said across the dinner table. “I think we understand each other better now—don’t we, Lauren.”
“Oh, yes, Anthony, for once I’d have to agree with you.” Lauren met his gaze.
“Well, that’s good to know,” Marie said. “I’m away tomorrow for two days on a course, so you two will have each other for company in the evening when Anthony finishes work.”
“I look forward to it.” Anthony winked at the woman’s daughter.
“Not as much as me.” Lauren drank some water to keep her meal down.
Lauren went straight to her room after dinner and wasn’t seen by either Anthony or her mother for the rest of the evening.
* * *
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Friday 8th August, 1997
Breakfast was much like any other day. The three people sat around the dining table, ate, and chatted. The incident from the day before might not have been mentioned, but it had happened.
“I’ll be leaving in about twenty minutes,” Marie said. “I don’t suppose you’ll want a lift, Anthony?”
“I can stay here a bit longer and catch a bus.” He sneered at Lauren. “I’m in no hurry today.”
“You might as well accept a lift,” Lauren said. “I’m going in the next five minutes—I’ve got a lot of ground to cover today.” She washed down her breakfast with the last of her tea and left the table. Five minutes later she kissed her mum on the cheek and nodded to Anthony. “See ya.” She left the house and walked along the road carrying her art portfolio and wearing her backpack.
Twenty minutes later, from the security of a bus shelter, Lauren watched as her mother’s car passed, with Marie and Anthony in animated conversation as it disappeared among the traffic. The teenager left the bus shelter and strolled home again.
Lauren pulled her packed suitcase from under her bed. She gathered as much of her art materials as she would need, and her large portfolio case. She stacked her worldly goods in the hallway and froze when there was a light tap on the front door. Lauren went and looked through the peephole before opening the door.
“Jesus, Lauren,” Zoe said. “You look bloody awful.” She stepped forward, and the pair embraced. “I got your text, and my dad is at home this morning, so I’ve asked him to help out.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
“You give me the word, and he’ll be around here to give you a lift to the station.”
“Give me five minutes, please, Zoe.” Lauren went to her bedroom and lifted the special parcels her mother’s boyfriend had given her. She placed them in the bottom of her mother’s wardrobe and c
overed them with a coat. Attached to the top of one parcel was a note.
‘Dear Mum,
Your boyfriend bought these things especially for me and wanted to see me dressed in them. He also wanted to give me a birthday kiss—in my bedroom.
You’ll find the shoes are in my size, but you might be able to wear the other things.
I know you’ll take his word before mine.
Your daughter,
Lauren x’
The teenage girl turned to her friend. “You can call your dad now, Zoe, and I don’t know how to thank you for this last minute help.”
“It’s me who should be thanking you.” Zoe smiled. “When we stopped … you know, seeing each other as special friends after a couple of months, I was a bit lost at first, but it was great still seeing you at class.”
“That’s not a big deal.”
“Yes, but you gave me self-confidence, and tomorrow, I’m going to stay over with Julianna.”
“The big blonde with the body to die for and forever legs?”
Zoe nodded and grinned.
“I’m so happy for you—both of you.”
One hour later, Lauren was on a train to London to meet Becky, who, like Alison, had left a few months earlier. Lauren texted her friend with her arrival time into Euston Street Station and then texted her mother.
‘2 PARCELS IN UR WRDRBE—HAV A NICE LIFE. L x’
* * *
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London, England
“Hi, Becky.” Lauren hugged the tall, slim girl who’d been famous at school for her ability at sports and gymnastics. “Thank you for helping, and I’ll be out of your place as soon as I can find somewhere to live. My course at the university doesn’t start until late September.”
“No worries.” Becky shook her head, and her shoulder-length fair hair bounced in neat waves. “It will give my two flatmates somebody else to try chatting up, and it will give me somebody to talk to.”
“What are they like—these two guys who live in the flat?”
“Terry is tall, a bit thin and has a blond growth on his face he should really shave off. Actually, his ponytail could go too, but apart from that, he’s a nice enough guy. He’s studying accountancy. Steve is a different animal altogether. He’s muscular and stocky, with dark hair and the bluest eyes you’ve ever seen.”
“I’m now wondering why you two are not an item if he sounds so good.”
“He’s on the same course as me, learning to be a Personal Trainer.” She shook her head. “It wouldn’t do to be dating somebody on the same course, no matter how good-looking he is.”
* * *
Two weeks after moving in with Becky and the two guys, Lauren eventually gave in and accepted Steve’s persistent offer to go out for a drink one evening. He turned on the charm, and as they walked back to the apartment, he kissed Lauren but didn’t push things any further.
It was after their second date that Steve ventured to send his hands exploring the treasures inside the girl’s clothing. The pair were on the sofa late in the evening, while both Becky and Terry were in their rooms, presumably asleep.
Steve had been allowed access to Lauren’s ample chest, and as he teased and sucked on her nipples, he slipped a hand up under her skirt. He was skilful and returned to passionate kissing in between attending to the girl’s breasts. Without undue fumbling, Steve brought Lauren to a satisfying orgasm.
“If we … went into a bedroom,” Steve gasped between kisses. “We could … take this … to the next level.”
“We could.” Lauren for her part opened the buttons on Steve’s shirt and sent her hand downward, caressing and occasionally digging her nails into his skin. When her fingers tentatively pulled down his zip and stroked the bulge in his underwear, she remembered this was no innocent, inexperienced schoolboy. She held his shaft within his boxers and gently moved her fingers up and down, enjoying the gasps and panting during their intermittent passionate kiss.
“Stop a sec,” Steve used both hands to push down his jeans and boxers, uncovering an impressive hard-on.
“Oh … that’s much easier … to hold now,” Lauren continued to stroke the hot, tumescent cock.
“If you keep going … we’re gonna have … a mess down there.”
“I know.” Lauren knew exactly what she was doing, and where the snippets of chat were leading.
“You could … you know … give me that … ultimate pleasure.”
“I could.” Lauren increased her grip and then loosened it again as she worked his cock, feeling his body respond with heavy breathing and increasing hip movements. Lauren moved to Steve’s left ear and bit the lobe. “Would you like me … to go down there … and take your cock … in my mouth?”
“Yes, baby … please … blow me.”
Lauren moved to his neck and with a few nibbles and kisses had her man panting. She felt a strong hand slip behind her neck and apply pressure. She gave in until she reached his chest, where she kissed and nibbled once again, as she continued to slowly pump the hot cock below.
“Steve.” Lauren felt more pressure being applied to her neck as her date slid forward on the sofa.
“Yes … go on babe … take it … swallow for me.”
“Have you got … a sheath?”
“What?” The word was spoken more in surprise than in the passionate tone of previously.
“Have you got … a sheath?” Lauren repeated the question, as she kissed his chest and glanced down at the throbbing hard-on she was pumping steadily.
“You don’t need anything … just swallow for me.”
“I don’t think … I want to swallow.”
“Fuck … why not … Lauren?”
“I don’t know … where it’s been.”
“Oh, fuck … Lauren … I’m clean … just take me … and swallow … please.” Steve’s breathing was now louder than ever, and his hips were working in time with Lauren’s slender hand.
Lauren felt Steve’s other hand high on her back, and more pleasure was applied to push her down. She increased the speed of her hand and turned to bite on Steve’s right nipple, increasing the pressure when his body shook and then stiffened, as he shot his load over his abdomen and onto the side of Lauren’s cheek.
“Dear, oh, dear,” Lauren smiled up at the disappointed face. “You wouldn’t want a girl swallowing this.” She brought her hand up and rubbed the cum over his chest as she sat up. “Never try to force somebody, Steve—especially me.”
“I’m sorry—”
Lauren smiled down at him when she stood, before heading to bed—alone.
Lauren and Steve
For the entire week after the late-night incident on the sofa, Steve was especially nice to Lauren, but she was cold with him, apart from allowing an occasional smile.
It was Saturday evening when Steve tried again, starting with a meal in a nice restaurant, and then a drink in a decent lounge bar. His demeanour was more subdued, and he was less self-assured than the previous date. He continued to be extra sweet as they walked back to the flat.
“I know you’ll think this evening is just a charm offensive, Lauren, but you really are a catch, and I realise I messed up big time.”
“You’re a nice guy, Steve, and good-looking, but you have to respect a girl. Apart from what we tell each other, we don’t know each other’s history for sure—it works both ways.”
“Have you been with many guys?”
“No, I haven’t, and even worse—I’m that strange creature … a virgin.”
“Really?”
“Don’t sound so shocked—we don’t all drop our underwear when we hit fourteen.”
As they walked on, the subject of unprotected sex was explored as Steve found out that Lauren was for real, and she didn’t trust a naked cock going inside her. She said she wasn’t using contraception, and she didn’t think the man had been born yet who could pull out in time. Pregnancy wasn’t an option.
Lauren told Steve, “No protective skin�
��the cock doesn’t go in.”
When they ended up on the sofa again, and the passionate kissing led to more intimacy, Steve didn’t push his luck and was happy to be starting over with the stunning flatmate.
Several dates later, and late on a Saturday evening, the pair moved from passionate kissing on the sofa, to undressing slowly on top of Steve’s bed. The move to such intimate surroundings had come about after Steve had shown Lauren his pack-of-three flavoured condoms. This was approved when a personal declaration of intent was made by Lauren. While caressing Steve with a hand inside his boxers, Lauren bit into one of Steve’s nipples and closed her sharp fingernails tight into his scrotum.
He got the message and nodded. “We do things your way.”
Steve proved to be attentive and worked hard to take his time, moving over Lauren’s body, plying it with soft kisses and teasing here and there with a nibble or suck. He regularly returned to her sensuous lips to continue with passionate kissing.
“May I … taste that sweet place … between your legs?”
“You can taste it … if you promise … to take it slow.” Lauren watched every movement. Her pleasure might have been diminished if she was worried about being taken by force, but her armoury included teeth, claws, and two rings she’d worn especially for this occasion. If Steve tried anything untoward, his blood would be spilt.
As it turned out, Steve had already learned a valuable lesson and was playing nicely, burying his tongue deep in Lauren’s pussy, and sucking gently on her clit to bring her to a wonderful orgasm. When he’d been assured that his performance had been good, he moved up to kiss Lauren.
“Now,” Lauren gasped. “If you pass me … one of your little packets … and lie on your back … I’ll see … if I can get … used to a … strawberry-flavoured cock.”