This is set in 1980 Birmingham, so there is no social media, no internet, and no smartphones, so characters can be more confident about not being found out. Also, importantly no internet porn and so both sexes had less idea of what they were meant to be doing.
This is the first in a series of linked stories dealing with the lead-up to a party and the events at the party. All characters depicted or referred to as engaging in sexual activity are over eighteen.
Rebecca and Joanna appear in many of my other stories, but there is no need to have read them to make sense of what happens here, although I hope you will be encouraged to read some of my other stories featuring them.
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The day after his 18th birthday, George Latimer went along with his sister Joanna to a lecture about Camus at the French Society they both belonged to. Term started in a week's time, and L' Étranger was one of the books he was doing for French A level. He enjoyed the language, but like English as an A-level subject, he found some of the stuff he had to write in the literature essays to get the highest marks a bit overblown. Still, Father had wanted him to do a foreign language for A level so he could use it in the family business, and he did his best to avoid arguing with Father unless absolutely necessary. He was still the best in his year at French. This reminded him with irritation that he had been joint second in English and second best in History.
He didn't mind not being the best at English. Mark had always been that little more convincingly pretentious than he had been but was a good egg. Father recognised that as Mark was the son of a professor of English Literature at Birmingham University, he had an advantage in the subject. Besides, Mark accepted that George had been better than him at every other subject when they had been doing O levels.
History had always been George's favourite subject, and it had come as an unpleasant surprise when one of the totty who had been brought into the sixth form to dissuade boys from moving to a mixed sixth form college had decided to compete with him in English and History.
Perhaps he had made a mistake winding up Mr Hampton by pretending that he thought that Richard III was innocent of murdering his nephews. Still, he had been told that his chances of getting into Oxford would improve if he took contrarian positions, provided they were well argued. He still thought that he had prepared well enough to get away with it in the lesson if it hadn't been for the Tart. She had demolished his arguments with obvious contempt. In retrospect, he should have held his hands up and said, "Only joking," but instead, he had tried to double down and allowed her to humiliate him.
He concentrated as the lecture began. He took notes of the bits of the lecture which he felt would give him useful arguments for essays. Halfway through, Joanna nudged him and passed him a note telling him to look to his left and the side.
He did and saw a very attractive tall blonde of around their age wearing a blouse which was straining. As she was looking at the lecturer, she was turned to the side so he could see that her tits were almost as big as Claire's in his History and English classes, and he imagined playing with them. When she reapplied lipstick, the sight of her open mouth induced daydreams of her sucking him off and leaving traces of red lipstick on his dick. Joanna sniggered beside him and left another note, saying, "You can borrow my notes for the rest of the talk." He blushed. Joanna was a good sister to him; they had each other's backs.
At the end of the talk, she said, "Let's see what her bum's like." She positioned them a few yards behind the blonde woman as they left the lecture room. She was maybe slightly taller than Joanna, and her arse was as good as her tits. Her legs were long, and her jeans were tight. She could definitely be added to his fantasies.
To his surprise, she was heading towards the same bus stop as him and his sister. Joanna said, "I'll go on ahead. Let's see if I can become her friend and introduce her to you in a few days." She handed him the notes which she had taken of the lecture.
When they got to the bus stop, he watched from a few yards off as Joanna tapped the young woman on the shoulder and asked, "Did you enjoy the Camus lecture?" The two talked as they waited for the bus and sat beside each other on the bus home. The mystery woman and Joanna got off at the stop just before his. The woman must live near to them.
He entered the house and raced upstairs, locked his bedroom door, and imagined squeezing her tits and giving her a good seeing to. After ten minutes, he threw the rubbish in the bin, wrote up the lecture notes from his partial and Joanna's full notes, made a copy for Joanna, and thought about how they impacted his overall view of the book.
Two hours later, just before dinner, Joanna got back. Father smelt tobacco smoke on her, and there was a row at dinner. Joanna should have been going to university in London this September but had messed up on her history paper last year. She had passed the French A level and S level with flying colours, so her university had said that if she got a C grade in history this time, she could go next year. She was going to start at a crammer next week.
Father felt that Joanna had sabotaged herself and that she was too used to having things easy. He told her, "You need to learn the value of money and not take it for granted. I'm reducing your allowance, and unless you get a Saturday job, I'll take it away altogether. You'll have to work hard this year, and I don't want any nonsense like last year. Going to a party the night before an exam was arrogant and stupid."
After dinner, Joanna joined him in his room. After asking him to open his window, she said, "I took her to a pub on the Hagley Road and got to know her. Her name's Bess Martin. She does not have a boyfriend. Even better, she will be joining you at St. Thomas's next term. She does the same subjects as you."
"Thanks, Joanna. How clever is she, and is she up for some romance?
"I have invited her here on Monday when I can do more research, and you can meet her. Something tells me that she wants more passion in her life. She went to an all-girls school before. Book clever, certainly, but naïve. You have a chance there."
"You believe so?"
"Don't even pretend you don't want her. The evidence in your wastepaper bin says so--by the way, best to flush that down the toilet. The cleaner may complain to Mum. Learn some discretion from my mistakes."
He blushed. "You're right on both counts. If she were going to your old place, Father would agree to me going out with her once a week and having her over for Sunday lunch once a fortnight, provided my marks are OK. But he won't be happy about her being around me all the time at school. Still, I am on for three As this year in the real subjects, so he should be happy."
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Bess Martin rang the doorbell at the address that Joanna had given her. The house was even bigger than her parents so she was certain they would approve if she and Joanna became good friends. Joanna had said that most of her friends were going to university next month and that she could do with some new pals to go out with. She had also hinted that she was more sexually experienced than Bess was. Joanna had said that her dad would be at work and her mama would be at the hairdressers most of the afternoon, so they wouldn't have to worry about the parents. Bess had put on a summer dress as a change from the jeans.
She was surprised when a six-foot-tall blonde man answered the door. He smiled at her and said, "You must be Bess. Joanna's just putting her face on and will be down soon. Sorry, I'm George, her brother. Come and sit in the conservatory, and I'll give her a shout."
He showed her through a room at the back of the house overlooking a well-tended garden at the bottom of which she could see a gazebo. There was a three-piece sofa, a coffee table in front of it, and various armchairs.
"Would you like a coffee or a G&T while you're waiting?"
"A G&T sounds great." It felt a little wicked to drink in the afternoon but also sophisticated.
She heard a shout from within the house, and a minute or two later, George appeared with a drink for her, one for Joanna, and one for him.
"Joanna tells me that you will be going to St. Thomas's this year."
"I'm joining the upper sixth there. My dad was told that it was the best school in Birmingham that accepted girls for English, History and French."
"That's a coincidence. I go there and do those subjects as well. I'll introduce you to the most interesting people there and keep you away from the bores, the Jesus freaks, and the nerds. When are you eighteen?"
"I'm already eighteen. I had glandular fever when I was sixteen and had to take a year out."
"That was bad luck on you. Is that the kissing disease?"
