Jilly Jilly Gang Bang Pt 02

This story is set in 1981, so there is no internet, no social media, no mobile phones which take photographs and a realistic expectation that one could be indiscreet in comparatively public situations without consequences.

There are other stories which link into this, but it is designed to be stand-alone apart from the first one in the series. Just take it that the main character has split up with her fiancé and has realised that she is a more sexual person than she has previously been prepared to admit to herself.

There are at least two more stories in this series, and probably one stand-alone one where "Ronald" reacts to what is going on and where the interconnections to the other stories are dealt with.

By the way, all but the final song could plausibly have been on an April 1981 Juke Box, and the last song came out in November 1981. Even if you don't like the story, watching Bucks Fizz doing Making Your Mind Up, Coast to Coast singing Do The Hucklebuck (and the Honeymooners clip with Art Carney), Shaking Stevens singing This Old House and Green Door and revisiting John and Olivia singing You're the one that I Want will enhance your life

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As Jill and Amber walked into the pub, the reaction of the male customers to them was gratifying. She felt that all eyes were on them. They were wearing some of the clothes they had bought at Monsieur Ambrose's.

Amber was wearing tight black pedal pushers, which stopped just below her knees, flat shoes and a red blouse with enough buttons undone so up close you could see the top of her breasts. Yes, she believed in making it easy for a man to get her tits out. She'd also added a short black choker scarf around the neck. Amber was ready to do the Hucklebuck.

Jill wore a tartier version of the Bucks Fizz costume. The red top was lower cut, and a Gossard Wonderbra enhanced her cleavage. The purple skirt disguised the fact that her sluttiness was enhanced by high heels and black stockings from Monsieur Alphonse's. She had little doubt that any man watching would like to see some more.

As they walked up to the bar, two men approached them. One was muscular and looked like a rugby player, possibly in the scrum. If Jill's night in Coketown had taught her anything about her type, he was it. The other was a slighter but still athletic-looking man -- maybe a cricketer or a fly-half. More of an Alan. Well, she could leave him to Amber. Mid-twenties, perhaps, as the haircuts were definitely professional.

The shorter one embraced Amber, saying, "Amber, my favourite English teacher."

Amber looked at him, "Edmund, Roland, it's good to see you."

The larger one said, "Could you introduce us to your enchanting friend?" An upper-middle-class voice and pleasantly deep.

Amber said, "Roland Thomas, Edmund Murdoch, meet Rebecca. Rebecca, I met them at Bianca's sister's party last weekend."

Jill remembered Bianca. They hadn't been close at university, but she'd been friendly enough. Bianca had married a wealthy older man a few years back.

Roland, the larger one, said, "Delighted to meet you, Rebecca. Any friend of Amber's is a friend of ours. Can we buy you both a drink?"

Amber said, "You can indeed and why not join us?"

They grabbed a U-shaped booth. In front of them, there was a table for the drinks. Roland went to get the drinks in while Edmund sat between her and Amber.

Amber said to Edmund, "You both look very smart."

"We've both been having job interviews this week. We are trying to look like eager young professionals rather than the reprobates we really are. Roland regrets losing the Magnum PI moustache, but it's not the thing for accountants at an international firm to have facial hair and look like Tom Selleck. One of our best friends is a theatre director and gave us tips on how to look more mature and confident."

He turned to Jill and said, "It's stupid, but in looking for jobs, our sporting past seems to be rather more important than our academics."

Jill said, "You look like a cricketer, and Roland is more like a rugby player."

"We play both. He is better at rugby, and I am better at cricket. We also play squash, and that also helps at interviews. Worryingly, the interviewers think we are men just like them. We're not certain if they think we are old farts in waiting or because they want to believe they were once like us."

Jill decided that she liked Edmund and hoped that Roland was similar.

Roland returned with the drinks and sat down next to Jill. He was about six feet two inches tall and solidly built--muscle, not fat. He had a charming smile.

Amber asked, "What are you doing here?"

"We're doing the scenic walks you and Gerald recommended and celebrating the fact that we both got job offers this week. We're staying at the pub. They have two rooms upstairs."

They chatted for a bit, and then Roland looked at her and said, "Rebecca, I will give you fair warning. I will do my best to be good company this evening. If you are fancy-free and free for anything fancy, I will do my best to convince you that I can provide you with what you need tonight."

Amber laughed, "Christ, you don't beat about the bush, do you?"

"I assumed you would warn her about me if I didn't make the position clear. Besides, JR will be along shortly, and I need a head start."

Amber said, "Rebecca, let's go powder our noses."

Once inside the ladies, Amber checked that it was empty and said, "Roland was a lot of fun at the party last week. He can strut his stuff on the dance floor. I'm afraid I had to be respectable as one of the school governors was there, but the woman he hooked up with was delighted the next morning. It'll be an entertaining evening or two rather than a relationship, but it may be what you need right now."

After the wine they had already drunk today Jill knew her friend was right.

Anber laughed, "I think he's your type, but you might be interested in JR as well. He's maybe an inch shorter, but he's pretty muscular as well. He also dances well and did not spend the night by himself either. I'll look after Edmund."

Jill thought, why not flirt with Roland and JR? She had realised that she had been only intellectually and emotionally attracted to Alan and not physically attracted (except on the dance floor and last Monday night).

Perhaps what she needed was two confident, dancing rugby players to flirt with. Well, maybe a bit more than that. It would be good for her confidence, and it was more satisfying and less dangerous for her career than giving the sixth-form men hard-ons.

When they got back to the table, another man had joined Roland and Edmund. He was a hunky young man who looked familiar. He was wearing tight black jeans, a leather jacket and a black T-shirt, which showed off his physique. He was introduced as JR. He looked affluent and confident. She took another look at the young man. He definitely looked familiar and sexy.

Roland got up to let her in. She looked at him and then greeted JR. "JR, Roland here has suggested that the two of you will compete for my favours tonight. I've just got out of a long relationship." She showed off her finger on which she had used to wear an engagement ring.

"I don't want anything serious yet, but I'm on for more to drink and some dancing. I'm probably on for a kiss and a cuddle with at least one of you. Let's see what happens after that. Maybe." She realised that she didn't want to choose between the men and giggled at the implications.

Roland nodded, "Understood. JR, are you up for the challenge? It is our duty to cheer Rebecca here up."

"Oh yes."

Edmund asked, "Why are you here, Rebecca? Are you just visiting Amber?"

"She's cheering me up tonight after I broke up with my fiancé. I'll do some walking tomorrow morning."

JR said, "And in the afternoon? The weather forecast's pretty awful then."

"I'm going to Scrivener's to watch my school's First XV play in the cup finals. I promised the boys that I would attend. They say that they score more when I'm there encouraging them."

JR laughed, "I bet they do."

Roland looked at her and said, "I assume you want to go the full Gloria G. and show that you will survive."

"Not quite that defiant, but you have the right idea. I'm not totally certain that I am up for it. All of the teachers and some of the pupils know about the break-up, and some of them will insist on saying how sorry they are. Also, Alan will be there."

Roland looked at Edmund and JR, "Edmund, JR. Let's volunteer ourselves to accompany Rebecca to the game. We can add our cheers to your support of the team."

Edmund nodded while JR said, "I'm game, Roland. We will be helping a damsel in distress."

"It's tempting, but are you certain? While I think it'll be a good game, it is your afternoon you are giving up." Jill asked the question, knowing the men were already committed.

Roland said, "I enjoy a good game of rugby, and it will give me an opportunity to further impress you with my personality. We'll make up a hamper and arrive early. You decide whether we act as just good friends or rival suitors. Actually, you could just tell the truth and say that a friend introduced us to you."

"I'll go for it. Kick-offs at three, and they allow entry after two. There is parking."

It did sound like an excellent idea. It would show that she was moving on but wasn't too desperate, and it would make it more convincing that she had decided to end the relationship.

Bother, there was a problem. "I should say that I'm known as Jill Summers at school. Rebecca is my middle name and is the fun version of me."

Roland said, "We understand. We'll pick Rebecca up tomorrow and drive Jill to the ground."

"It's agreed. I'll be Jill to you three and Miss Summers to the team."

Roland said, "While you are still being Rebecca, there's a jukebox in the next room. If you'd like to dance with JR and me, we can leave these two to talk about the arty films they want to see."

He took her hand and did not allow her to say no. Well, let's see if they could tick off another box on her list of desirable attributes. She obeyed, and they moved into the next room.

He put his arm around her waist as they looked at the list of records. "This early in the evening, I feel more like rocking or bopping."

"I agree."

He looked at the jukebox and said, "OK, in that case, I'm going to have to do my Shaky impersonation for you, Rebecca."

He took off his tie and put it in his pocket, turned his suit collar up, and undid three buttons of his shirt. He ran a comb through his hair, put the money in the jukebox, and grabbed her by the hand.

In a few seconds, "This Old House" by Shakin' Stevens came on. Somehow, a thirty-year-old Welsh Elvis impersonator had made it to no 1 with a cover of a Rosemary Clooney song.

For a man of his size, Roland was surprisingly flexible, and his hip movements were definitively suggestive of Shaky and Cliff and hinted at young Elvis. She bopped along, enjoying his exaggerated performance and when the instrumental started, she allowed him to grab her hands and started twirling her around and spinning her under his arm. Okay, he had ticked another box. He could dance more energetically and sexually than Alan, in addition to having the muscles and physique he lacked.

She joined in with the hip flexing and getting her legs close to the floor. He smiled at her and, at the next instrumental, lifted her off the ground. She went with the flow as she was swung through the air. Her legs were swung first to one side of him and then the other. He even rolled her over his back before lifting her into the air. She opened her legs on the way down, wrapped her legs around his waist, and resisted the temptation to lock her ankles together as she felt his erect penis wanting to penetrate her. They finished the song with more twirling and ended up laughing in each other's arms. He bent down and kissed her. This was a man who went thirty-five miles per hour in a thirty zone. She realised that she was happy for the first time in months. She was also in control of events. She opened her mouth and gave him the signal to travel at 60.

She realised with unexpected pleasure that the room had filled up while they had been dancing, and there was cheering and applause at the end of the song.

Edmund, JR, and Amber joined them on the dance floor. Roland was instructed to get in some more drinks, and the four remaining looked for a new song to dance to. Amber said, "How about I'm in the Mood for Dancing."

Jill agreed. The song had been a hit for the Nolans last year and Jill had watched them perform it on the Top Of The Pops Christmas show with her family in December.

She danced with JR while Edmund and Amber sang and danced together. The audience burst into laughter as the other two changed the opening lyrics to "I'm in the mood for shagging."

She hadn't really listened to the lyrics before and realised as the four of them danced that Amber and Edmund had got pretty close to the reality of the song. Certainly, she would be "giving it all tonight" to one of the two men. JR wasn't as good a dancer, but it was self-evident he was attracted to her. He felt more dangerous and passionate than the good-humoured Roland. She could believe him when he promised, "You know I shan't ever stop tonight."

They both took advantage when the lyrics invited them to "Ooh, come on and hold me tight."

There was another round of applause at the end of the song. Edmund and Amber stayed on the floor while she was taken back to a table and handed a large G&T by Roland. She sat between them and opened her legs when they each found a knee.

She realised who JR reminded her of. It was John Round, the captain of the first XV in her first year at the school.

She turned to him. "Can I call you John, JR,"

"Of course, Rebecca."

"Actually, call me Jill. It's my real name and my John always thought of me as Jill Summers."

Roland answered, "Of course, Jill. Was John an old pupil of yours?"

"Yes, John Round. He was captain of the first XV in my first year at St. Thomas's. He must be in his final year at Cambridge now."

"Obviously, he was infatuated with you,"

She blushed, "Yes."

"Did you tease him?"

"I didn't mean to at the time, but I suppose I did. I would like to make it up to him; now he's no longer a pupil."

Roland said, "Why not pretend JR is your John?"

She swallowed her drink as she recalled her recent fantasies about John Round taking her on the desk in her classroom. "Is that OK by you, JR? I won't punish you for being forward."

Roland elicited a few more details about John Round and said, "OK, JR, tell Edmund and Amber the score and then go and get another round. I'll pretend that I am introducing you for the first time since you left St Toms when you get back."

As JR left to turn into John Round, Roland squeezed her thigh. She hadn't noticed his advancing hand. No doubt he would be an expert lover and a lot of fun, but she still couldn't make up her mind about which man she would go to second base with tonight. He said, "I spotted two more songs on the jukebox, which I think will be perfect for you to decide between me and John. I am right about the costume being a racier copy of the Buck's Fizz outfit?"

She nodded, and they discussed the song for Europe and the performance. Edmund and Amber joined them again. They all agreed that later on they would dance to it, even though only Jill had the right costume.

Roland waited until JR was on his way back and raised his hand, "John, over here."

As "John" reached the table, Roland added, "Jill, an old admirer wants to say hello."

She said, "I thought I recognised you, John Round. You were one of my favourite pupils. I just wasn't expecting to see you here."

John blushed and said, "Miss Summers, you are looking even more radiant than I remember. Pardon the impertinence, but I hope you inspire this year's team as much as you did us."

"It's great to see you, John. Well, I can hardly put you in detention or give you lines for impertinence now. Call me Jill. I'm off duty, and you are no longer my student. Why don't you join us."

Roland said, "John's told me you were and are St. Tom's first XV lucky mascot."

"It's true, Miss Summers. I bet this year's team fancies you as much as we did and plays better when you are watching."

She laughed, "I told you to call me Jill. Now that is impertinent."

Edmund said, "Think of them as knights jousting on behalf of their fair lady. You should have offered John a handkerchief to wear around his neck as a chivalric favour for the game you missed."

She said, "They allow girls in the sixth form now. I now have competitors."

Roland said, "Mere schoolgirls. They cannot compete with a grown woman like yourself. Don't you agree, John?"

John nodded vigorously. "He's right." She could now willingly suspend disbelief and act as though this was the real John Round.

John turned to her and said, "You are going to the match tomorrow."

If she was leading on the real John, what would she say? Oh yes.

"I'm not certain. I've just split up with Alan. No hard feelings. I'd realised, and he agreed, that although we would always be good friends, marriage would not work. If nothing else, he wants to become an MP, and I would not be happy being an MP's wife. Still, after three years, there's bound to be some regret."

"How could you forgive yourself if St. Toms lost to the Scriveners because you were not there to cheer them on? You know what happened in my year. The only game we lost all season was when you had to go to a wedding."

Roland said, "John, me and Edmund have volunteered to escort Jill here to the game. If you join us in the bar here tomorrow, we can give you a lift."

"That will be great."

Roland turned to Amber. "I see you have the costume to do the dance to, and I've already checked that it is on the jukebox. You and Edmund can let rip properly tonight unless a school governor is in the bar."

The two smiled and, after feeding the jukebox, waited until the first bars hit and headed for the dance floor to Do the Hucklebuck.

Amber felt jealous of Amber as every eye in the room turned to her. The tight black trousers and the revealing blouse allowed the short redhead to use her considerable natural talents to full advantage. They started with the moves from the Top Of The Pops performance. Jill hadn't realised quite how suggestive Amber could thrust her hips as she and Edmund wiggled like a snake and Waddled like a duck. Soon, both John's and Roland's hands were halfway up her thigh as all the men in the pub watched as Amber did the Hucklefuck with Edmund.

Roland said, "You ain't seen nothing yet. John's uncle remembered the original Hucklebuck, and at the engagement party last week, he showed Edmund and Amber the dance moves he'd used in Korea."

Edmund was now behind Amber with one hand on her hips and the other on her shoulders as the two gyrated their hips simultaneously. They then moved so that they were facing each other and gyrated even more convincingly. Jill was jealous of the attention Amber was getting. She knew now that she was up for upstaging Amber when they danced. She also now knew what type of woman she was and moved her hands under the table and rubbed both men's groins.

Roland whispered in her ear, "Are you ready for the dance-off?"

She said, "Yes. By the way, where is your bedroom?"

"The stairs are behind the green door over there."

They got up as Edmund and Amber finished the dance. The audience applauded enthusiastically and shouted, "Get a room," and similar words of encouragement.

Roland whispered to her, "All four of us will dance as though we are Bucks Fizz, but we will be the most memorable couple."

"John" put the money in the jukebox for both dances, and "Making Your Mind Up" by Bucks Fizz blared out. Unlike Bucks Fizz, the four of them were very different heights. She was five foot seven against Roland's 6 foot plus, while Edmund was 5 foot six and Amber was five foot four. It made sense to keep her with Roland.