Mike didn't get to play with Penny's buttons the next day. I turned up with him in the car to pick up the girls and found Penny looking pale and haggard. Jill helped her into the car, and said "Penny's house, and take it easy, no jolts."
The word 'cramps' was the reply to my enquiry. Mike put an arm round her shoulders, and Penny cried.
At her house Penny was sent to bed by Jill, who went up with her, leaving me to boil a kettle, and Mike to kick his heels. A hot water bottle and aspirin were prepared, and Jill told us to find something to do. We took over the dining table to do our homework, when she retreated up stairs again.
An hour later Penny's father arrived home, somewhat surprised to find us, and sort of grumpily grateful that we had brought his poorly daughter home and that Jill was caring for her. He was even a little impressed that Mike and I were doing our Physics calculations.
Jill came down when she heard Penny's father talking to us. She explained what was up, and that Penny was now sleeping, and we packed up and left. We dropped Mike home, with the news that Penny would not be able to see him until Wednesday, as there was a special school event the next day for French students.
When we dropped Mike off Jill told me the real story. "We are picking up Penny tomorrow and taking her to her GP in Bangor. I'm going in with her. Mike is not to be told. I talked to her and told her I was on The Pill, and if she was on it her periods would be easier. And we talked about sex. She is all confused. She is having a great time with Mike, but she feels guilty and she doesn't know if she loves him or he loves her. So we talked and she decided she doesn't want Mike to know because might give him ideas."
"Mike already has ideas."
Jill laughed at that, but said seriously "But he doesn't know she's going on the pill, so that will slow him down. She will tell him if and when she is ready. But she doesn't want him to think that it is an invitation right now to have sex. She really has a lot of trouble with that idea. She isn't quite comfortable with what Mike did yesterday. She knows he touched her outer lips and brushed her hair. She is a bit freaked. I had to tell her I let you do that, and more, and I didn't think it was wrong. We had agreed that we might put our hands down your trousers and might let you guys take our knickers off last night, but today she is back tracking. Of course the fact she thinks her body is disgusting and the whole thing hurts does not help. But she will come round. But I promised, no telling Mike. Actually I promised no telling anyone, but I tell you everything, so you don't count in that promise."
"Okay, and your promise is mine, so no problem, we don't tell anyone else. "
She kissed me and said "Thank you."
Then she kissed me again, more firmly. When she broke off she had dilated pupils and her voice was low. "Would Mike mind if we went inside, alone. I need you."
I didn't think he would object, but we had only half an hour or so before we would have to leave. "That's enough." she said.
She brought her bag, and hardly blushed as she made for the stairs. I followed quickly, leaving a leering Mike in my wake. The moment we were in the bedroom she threw the towel she had been getting from the bag onto the bed and started to undo her skirt. She pushed it, her tights and knickers of in one movement, and began undoing her cuffs and collar and tie. I was peeling off my shirt and jumper first, and levering my shoes off. As she drew off her top and then reached behind her to undo her bra I pushed down my trousers and pants, and took my socks as well. I stood up just as she shook her breasts free of her bra and dropped the stood naked before me. I whistled. She posed for a moment with her hands in her hair, and then threw herself back on the bed, legs open, arms stretched out to me saying "Come and take me Sean, I need you to make me a woman again."
From her finely pointed toes to the tousled mane around her head, Jill was simply mouthwatering. I took half a second to sweep my eyes over her slim calves and thighs, the rounded lips and mons with their silken covering, her smooth stomach , the hint of her ribs swelling up to those perfect pink nipples set on the soft curves of her breasts, her face, glowing with smiling desire, her oh so kissable lips.
I stepped froward to stand between her feet were they stuck out over the bed, and placed my hands on her ankles. I lifted them a little wider and pushed them up so her knees raised an parted further, and her pretty secret folds were fully revealed to me sight. I had to kiss her there and then. I had to taste her. It had been days, and I missed it.
Jill spread her thighs further as I climbed onto the bed, and raised her legs as my mouth descended to kiss her pussy. I ran my nose up the line of her slit, onto her mound, savouring her smell, before pushing my tongue out to run it back down, over the hair, into the fold, opening her up, drawing in her sticky sweetness, pressing into the inner folds of her body, drinking the essence of her sex. Her guttural sigh and the hand that clawed in my hair told me that what I was doing was pleasing, but she wanted something more. I moved swiftly to give it to her.
My lips brushed her nipple on the way past, and I plunged my tongue into her waiting mouth as my cock head pressed against her waiting pussy, the head popped in, making her jump and gasp and wriggle, and then her hands on my backside grasped and pulled and she thrust against me and I sank to my full length and depth in her velvet warmth. Jill moaned ""Oh, Sean, Oh god I wanted this"
My already hard cock swelled further, and I had to restrain myself from just ravishing her in a frenzy. But not for long. Her hips began to rock, her hands on my ass and back pulled me hard to her, her breathing sped up and between gasps her tongue darted in and out of my mouth at an increasing pace, she was flushed, and wild, and wanton and beautiful, and we both let go, a mad thrashing rocking clasping grunting and sighing, mutually fast and hard and deep, lovemaking of the freest and purest sort. She came, and came again and I came and she held me wrapped in her arms and legs as I buried my face in her neck and my cock in her body, and pumped my seed deep in her, and felt her glorious skin against me, smelling her hair, her sweat her sex, her come and mine, her sweet breath and her salty tears as she wept with emotion. I kissed her then, tasting her tears and her mouth, telling her I loved her, listening to her whisper her love, her hopes and dreams.
It was a horrible wrench to have to break apart, to hear the watch beeping our fate, to help her dress, kissing her bush and nipples before they were covered again, her giving my cock a loving peck as drew my pants up, I kissed her toes before she put on her tights, and we helped each other adjust out ties and hair. We went downstairs, and she brightly thanked Mike, and said "See you Wednesday."
He grinned. Mike always grinned.
I worked on the MG that night. It was March, bitter cold, snow still lying, but I dreamed of June, with the top down, a warm evening parked by a beach, and Jill making love with me on the red leather seats.
The following day Mike grumped a bit when I said I was picking up Jill and we were going to town. He said cheekily "Could you not come over for a game of snooker?"
I shrugged "Going shopping with girls is the price we pay for Snooker. And remember, tomorrow we are all going for coffee, so no making big plans for then either. Penny won't want more than kiss out of you until Saturday probably. But Jill is making plans for Saturday, so just tie a knot in it until then."
The two girls sat in the back of the car together. At the Health Centre I once more did maths problems in the car, and when the girls came back out we went for coffee in a hotel down at the harbour. They hadn't built the marina then, so you could still see the sea. It was grey and windy and bitterly cold, and Penny was still pale.
We talked about France, where she holidayed every year with her parents. Her mother was French, and they spent the whole summer there every year. But now she was eighteen, and had a boyfriend so she wondered if she wanted to spend two months with her mum and dad, when instead she could be at home, on her own in an empty house with Mike, and us of course. She knew her parents wouldn't be happy about that. Not just that their little girl didn't want to spend time with them, but also the idea of her being unsupervised and having a boy about and the bedroom being just up stairs... But maybe if Jill was going to stay with her?
Or maybe, since they were both going to University (if the exam results worked out) they should look for a flat together. They would have to move in in August maybe, so she could spend a few weeks with her parents in France and then come back. And if they had a flat together then we, the boys, could visit...
Jill looked at me. I shrugged. Penny didn't know of my plan to buy a house and rent out rooms to other students. She also didn't know that Jill fancied her and wanted her to join us in bed, or that we had set her up with Mike because he had a strong kink towards group sex and was keen to share her, or any other girl he got. It was getting complicated though.
I had thought that if we helped Mike seduce her, and we helped her to dump him, Mike could go off and meet Tara, who was in another life his long term girlfriend, mother of his children and indulged him in every way. I felt it was important that he meet Tara, but that had to happen later this year, as I knew that he met her at the house warming party run by a friend of mine for when he moved out to go to University.
