Sisters

I don't know why I hadn't met Diane before. But I hadn't. I'm sure I would have remembered if I had.

She had a slim, almost boyish figure. Smallish boobs. A pleasant oval face. And straight, blonde hair styled in a bob. In another life, she could have been a ballet dancer.

It turned out that she worked for Daniel's father. Like me, she had been invited to the pub to celebrate Daniel's birthday. And not just any birthday. Daniel's twenty-first birthday. Twenty-one was still an important birthday back then.

Twenty-one today

Twenty-one today

I've got the key to the door

Never been twenty-one before

And then, later in the evening, when several of the others headed back to Daniel's parents' place, Diane and I had stayed on at the pub. To this day, I'm not sure why.

'So how do you fit in?' she asked.

'Fit in?'

'With Daniel.'

'Oh. Tennis,' I told her. 'As you may know, Daniel was a bit of a prodigy.'

'Oh? So you're a tennis player.'

'Mainly a former tennis player. It turned out that one of my lungs wasn't quite up to it. A pity. I could play a good game in my head. Knew where to position myself on the court. Knew which shot to select. Just a bit of a problem when I tried to put my plans into action.' And I laughed. 'Daniel's a good player though. Getting better all the time. He's tournament quality. Don't be surprised if he turns up at Wimbledon in a year or two.'

Diane nodded. 'Yes. I gather he's pretty good,' she said.

'Do you want another drink?' I asked.

She looked at her almost-empty glass, but then shook her head. 'I think I've had enough,' she said. 'For now anyway.'

I looked at my own glass. 'Yeah. Me too,' I said.

For a moment or two we both just sat there. In silence. And then she said we could go back to her place. 'If you'd like to,' she said.

'To your place?'

'Yeah. It's not far. Just around the corner really.'

'Umm.... Yeah. OK,' I said.

And then she asked me how old I was.

'Older than I used to be,' I told her.

She laughed. And nodded. And then she asked me if I had a condom.

'Will I need one?'

She smiled.

I looked at my watch. 'Boots should still be open,' I said. 'I think there's one just over in the High Street, isn't there?' (This was back before Boots started closing their High Street stores.)

'Off you go then,' she said. 'I'll wait here.'

Boots was still open. It was also pretty empty.

'Can I help you?' an attractive young girl who was straightening stock on the shelves asked me.

'Umm....' I looked around the shop. Apart from the pharmacist (who was also a woman), the girl and I seemed to be the only people there. But I lowered my voice anyway. 'Umm... Frenchies. Johnnies,' I said. 'Condoms.'

'Oh... yes... condoms,' she said in clear voice that I'm sure could have been heard at the other end of the High Street. 'Any brand in particular?'

'Umm... just... you know... whatever,' I mumbled.

'For you?'

I nodded.

'Are you OK with latex?'

'Latex? I suppose so,' I said. I think it was probably about that point that she realised that I wasn't exactly a seasoned condom shopper.

'Over here,' she said in a rather more discreet voice. And, while she had her back to me, she asked in a somewhat softer voice if it would be my 'first time'.

'Sort of,' I told her.

She nodded. And suddenly we were standing in front of a slightly bewildering display of condoms and other 'pleasure' products.

'These are all latex,' she said with a sweep of her hand. 'Most people are OK with latex. But we also have non-latex. In case either of you are allergic. And, of course, there are various shapes and sizes.' And then she looked at me. 'Although when I say various shapes, they are basically all the same shape. Obviously.' And she drew a cock shape in the air with her finger and laughed. 'But they come in a variety of sizes. Various thicknesses. Most are plain. But some have bumps. And some have ribs. It's up to you really.'

'What would you recommend?' I asked. (After all, she seemed to be the nearest thing to an expert.)

'Vaginal intercourse?'

Well, yes. Of course. What else would I want them for? And then I realised. 'Oh. Yes. Vaginal intercourse. Yes,' I said. 'Yes.'

She took a box off the shelf. 'I think these should do the trick,' she said with a friendly smile. 'And do you need anything else?'

'I don't know. Do I?' I asked.

'Lubricant?'

'I don't know,' I confessed.

'Maybe a small tube? Just in case,' she said.

Walking back to the pub from the chemists, with the box of condoms and a tube of lubricant in my pocket, I had felt a bit apprehensive. I was a late starter. I was 23 and I had yet to 'go all the way'. I had kissed my share of girls. And I had fingered three or four. But that was it.

Interestingly, the closest I had come to full on fucking was with a girl who was already married.

Angela was married to my cousin, Douglas. She had turned up at my door one night. Somewhat the worse for wear. 'Oh, good. You're home,' she had said. 'Douglas is off playing cricket. I was at a girlfriend's place, not far from here. I thought I'd look in and say hello.' And she had kissed me, full on the lips, even before I had let her into the flat.

One thing had led to another, and we had ended up more-or-less naked in bed. But then, at the last minute, she thought that it might not be such a good idea. 'I might like it too much,' she said. And she laughed.

When I got back to the door of the pub, I stopped for a moment or two, took a couple of deep breaths, and tried to banish all negative thoughts. It seemed to work.

Inside, Diane was studying something on her phone. 'All OK?' she said when she looked up. 'Mission accomplished?'

I nodded. 'Umm... yes. I think so,' I said. And I tapped my pocket. I was going to mention the lubricant, but I thought that could wait.

'Then let's go,' she said.

As we left the pub, Diane slipped her arm through mine. It was the first time that anyone other than my mother had done that. And it certainly felt very different to the way that it felt when my mother did it.

'I'm a bit surprised that the McDonalds held Daniel's party at the pub,' I told Diane. 'You know... given how wealthy they're reputed to be.'

'I'm pretty sure that the pub was Daniel's choice,' Diane said. 'I think if it had been up to his parents, it would have been a party at the tennis club. Or the yacht club. I think Daniel sees himself as a bit of a man of the people. Hence the pub. Although it looked like quite a few people were going back to the house anyway. Have you been to the house?'

'A few times,' I said.

'Pretty impressive, isn't it?'

'Yes. Not quite what you expect from the outside.'

'Grade II, listed. A bit of a mixed blessing. Still... they've done an excellent job of working their way around the restrictions.'

For a few minutes we walked on in silence. And then Diane announced that her place was just around the corner.

'This next corner?'

'I told you it wasn't far,' she said. And then, as we turned the corner, she said: 'Oh, damn. I must have left the lights on.'

We turned into the side street, crossed over, and made for a bright blue door beneath a couple of typical Georgian many-paned sash windows that were lit up like Crystal Palace. Diane unlocked two locks and pushed open the door. 'First floor,' she said, pointing at the stairs directly ahead of us, and I followed her up the stairs.

At the first floor landing, Diane unlocked two more locks. Or at least she tried to. One of the locks didn't seem to want to cooperate. And then the door opened as if by itself.

'Oh!' a woman who looked like a dark-haired version of Diane said. The woman was standing with a glass of wine in her hand.

'Alison!' Diane said.

'What are you doing here?' the woman -- who was apparently Alison -- asked.

'I live here. In case you've forgotten.'

'I thought you were in Cardiff this weekend.'

'Swansea,' Diane said. 'And that's next weekend.'

'Oh. Right.'

'So you thought you'd just move in,' Diane said.

'Just for tonight. If that's OK.'

Diane rolled her eyes. And then she remembered that I was there. 'Jack, meet Alison -- my wayward sister.'

Alison smiled and shook my hand. 'Are you two going somewhere?'

'We have already been somewhere,' Diane said. 'We have been to a party. And now we are back. Back here. Where I live. Although you seem to be a bit confused about that.'

'Oh. Right,' Alison said. 'Let me get you a glass of wine. I opened one of the bottles of white that was in the fridge. I hope that was all right.'

Diane rolled her eyes again. And Alison went off to find some wine glasses.

Alison came back with the wine glasses and started to pour the wine. But, halfway through the first glass, the bottle ran out. It seemed that Alison had already given the bottle quite a nudge. 'Just as well there's another bottle, eh?' she said.

While Alison went off to get more wine, Diane directed me to a stack of music CDs. 'Choose some music,' she said. And then she went off after Alison, her 'wayward sister'. As I shuffled through the CDs (and settled on a Sadao Watanabe album), I could hear snippets of conversation coming from the kitchen. Diane seemed to be saying 'No' quite a bit, while Alison was pleading and laughing.

'It could be fun,' I heard Alison say.

'For you perhaps,' Diane said. 'But no.'

And then both girls came back to the sitting room with the wine.

'Cheers,' Alison said after handing me a glass of wine.

'Cheers.'

'So,' she said, 'this party you two went to... was it for anything in particular?'

'A birthday party,' Diane said. 'Daniel. Hamish's son. It was his twenty-first.'

'Hamish? Your boss?'

'Well... Hamish's son,' Diane said. 'Hamish is well past twenty-one.' And she laughed.

'Do you work for Hamish too?' Alison asked me.

I shook my head.

'I thought that might be how you and Diane know each other,' Alison said.

'Tennis,' I told her. 'Daniel, I mean. And I met Diane through Daniel.' I didn't mention that I had only met Diane a few hours ago.

'Oh? Are you a tennis player?'

'Sort of. At least I promised to be. But I was never in Daniel's league.' I tapped the left side of my chest. 'I have a bung lung, as they say.'

Alison frowned and nodded, as if to acknowledge that 'a bung lung' was, indeed, a serious impediment if one aspired to grace the centre courts of Wimbledon, Roland Garros, and Arthur Ashe.

'Jack and I are going to retire to the bedroom,' Diane said.

Her sister nodded slightly. 'The bedroom. Right. And you're sure I can't --?'

'No!' Diane said.

Alison looked at me with a mock sad expression and then smiled. 'Well... have fun,' she said. 'And if you need any help. If you need me to hold anything.' And she laughed.

I followed Diane to her girly bedroom.

'Sorry about my sister,' she said.

I just smiled. And then, having closed the door, Diane kissed me. I mean really kissed me.

'Hmm. Nice,' she said when she finally came up for air. 'I thought it would be.' And then she excused herself and disappeared into the Jack and Jill bathroom.

Diane was in the bathroom for some time and, when she came out again, she was wearing a bathrobe. 'Now... where were we?' she said. 'Oh, yes.' And she undid the bathrobe's tie and let the front fall open.

Beneath the bathrobe Diane was wearing a black lace bra. She barely needed a bra. But the bra she was wearing was very sexy. Very sexy indeed. She was also wearing a matching black lace suspender belt. And black lace-topped stockings. No knickers. And the black lace suspender belt framed her blonde-furred pubic patch perfectly.

'I think you're a little overdressed,' she said, as she started to unbutton my shirt.

If I was overdressed, it wasn't for very long. And, by the time that she was lowering my trousers, my cock was already starting to fatten and stiffen. 'Nice,' she said.

'But not very big, I'm afraid.'

Diane just smiled. 'I'd have said just perfect. When you're my size, big cocks are somewhat over-rated.'

Perhaps encouraged by her comments, my cock -- which she had now taken in hand -- continued to grow and stiffen. And then Diane pushed me back onto the bed and straddled me.

It seemed that the time had finally come. It seemed that I was finally going to 'go all the way'. 'The... umm... you know... the.. umm... condoms,' I said.

Diane looked at me and smiled. 'I'm on the pill,' she said. 'And I haven't had sex with anyone else for the best part of a year. I'm ninety-nine percent sure I don't have herpes or anything like that. So, unless you've been fucking all over town -- and I don't think you have, have you?'

I shook my head.

'In fact, for some reason, I'm thinking this might be your first time.' she said while continuing to smile.

I nodded.

'I thought perhaps it might have been,' she said. 'We'll be all right.' And she reached down and spread her cunt lips with the fingers of one hand while she used her other hand to line my cock up with her slippery entrance.

I knew how good a really good handjob felt. But, as Diane lowered her hot, slippery cunt down over the tip of my now-hard cock, it was like the best-ever wank times ten.

'OK?' she said.

'Better than OK. Fucking fantastic,' I told her.

She laughed.

It's interesting the things that go through your mind when the only thing going through your mind should be pleasure. In my case, no sooner had we got started than I began to worry about popping too soon.

A character in a novel I read 'postponed the inevitable' by reciting the value of pi to umpteen decimal places in his head. It was worth a try. 'Three point one four one five nine...,' I recited to myself. But then, -- and I don't know why -- I suddenly felt as if I could keep going all night. Fucking, that is; not reciting pi. Perhaps it had something to do with all the alcohol I had consumed. Not that I was complaining.

And then, just when I started thinking: oh, yes; this is the life for me; I thought I saw the bedroom door opening. Or was it just my imagination?

'Umm....'

But Diane was miles away. Or was she? 'Oh, for chrissake, Alison!' she suddenly said in a loud voice.

'I thought you might have changed your mind,' Alison suggested.

'I haven't. Now get out!'

'I promise to be very quiet,' Alison said. 'Well... reasonably quiet. For a while anyway. You know. Well... until....'

'OUT!'

'What do you think, Jack?' Alison said. 'Would an appreciative audience add a certain je ne sais quoi to proceedings?'

I think I laughed. Although having an audience wasn't something I had really thought about. You don't, do you? Not when it's your first time. But, yes, I could see that it might be... quite... well... exciting? Is that the word? Not that it was my show. It was Diane's show. She was in charge. I was just the new boy. I looked at her to see what she was going to say next.

For what seemed like a long time, Diane said nothing.

'You were always a starter for watching each other when we shared a room in our first year at varsity,' Alison said.

'That was a long time ago,' her sister said. 'A very long time ago.' And then, perhaps more out of exasperation than anything, she asked me what I thought. Would it be fun? What did I think?

Would it? 'Umm... your call. I suppose,' I said. And then I wondered if that was the wrong answer. 'If... well... you know... but as I say: your call.'

Again, Diane looked at her sister. And then she said: 'OK. Get your knickers off then.'

Alison smiled and lowered her jeans. She wasn't actually wearing any knickers.