"Chloe? I'm leaving for work."
Chloe opened her eyes and turned over, pulling the duvet up to her chin as she saw her mum standing in her open bedroom doorway.
"Please don't spend the whole day lying in your bed sweetheart," her mum said with a scowl on her face. "I know it's the holidays, but you should really try and get some kind of job to earn some money for college."
"Yeh yeh mum," Chloe huffed.
"I'm being serious Chloe. The first week of the holidays are already nearly over and you need to organise something quickly."
"Ok, ok." Chloe rolled her eyes. "I'll try." She'd just finished high school, and was going to a college in a nearby city in a couple of months' time. She was pretty sure her parents would bank roll her, as they always did, but for some reason they seemed determined that she should find summer work.
"Well. Please do," her mum sighed. "The boys have arrived to decorate the lounge by the way. It's not Mr Peters this time; he's got people working for him now, so don't be distracting them. They need to finish before tomorrow night as we've got the Davidson's coming for dinner on Saturday."
Chloe shrugged. "Yeh, whatever."
Her mum glared at her. "And I don't want that boy coming round here again all day, you understand? What time did he leave last night?"
Chloe exaggerated a sigh. "I dunno." She snuggled under the covers, signalling the conversation was over.
"I mean it Chloe," her mum continued. "He's a nice enough boy, but I really don't want you wasting your whole day with him doing...well...I don't even want to think about it."
"I'm eighteen you know," Chloe protested. "You were eighteen once weren't you?"
"Yes, yes I was. And I had a job in the summer before I went to university too. It's about time you grew up and..."
"Ok, ok!" Chloe interrupted, not wanting a repeat lecture. "I said I'd look for something. Jeez..."
"Don't you blaspheme in front of me young lady," her mum scolded. "Look, I'm running late...just...get out of your bed and make an effort. I'll be home at 6. Your dad won't be home until late."
Chloe opened one eye to see her mother look at her with a frustrated expression before pulling the door closed.
"Get out of bed. Get a job," Chloe mimicked her mother's voice. "Fuck's sake...gimme peace."
She rolled over and closed her eyes. She couldn't wait to get away to college. It's not that her parents were bad. Quite the contrary. As an only child, she got pretty much anything she wanted. Just that they were always on at her to study harder, get a job, get to uni. College, instead of uni, had been a controversial subject, and a career in beauty therapy was not what her mum had planned for her. Or perhaps, not a high enough profile career to boast about at one of their dinner parties.
Chloe sighed and stretched out her legs. "Don't want that boy coming round," she laughed out loud to herself. "After last night, I'm not sure I want him round again myself."
That boy, as her mum put it, was Dale. She'd been going out with him for just under a month. Like most of the people at the private school she'd attended, his parents were well off. The fact that he had a car was a big plus point, especially as it meant she could get out of the village she lived in. That his best friend was going out with her best friend made things even more convenient.
He'd chased her for most of their final year at school, though she'd played hard to get. She'd had to buckle down to get the grades she'd needed, so despite what her parents thought, she had actually studied hard. It was tough for her; she wasn't graced with natural intelligence. Well, not strictly true she had to admit; it was more down to application. Still, she'd got the grades she needed and had finally given in to Dale's advances.
Things had started quite slowly. They always seemed to be out in a group and it had only been in the last week or so that they'd got intimate. And although he was great looking, funny and generous, his skills in the bedroom were less impressive.
She sighed, letting her hand slide down her inner thigh. Last night had been a prime example.
They'd been out to the cinema, and he'd driven her home. Her parents were asleep so she'd snuck him into her bedroom. The first time they'd done it, about a week ago, they'd been in his car. He'd fingered her. She'd jerked him off, then pulled him over her on the passenger seat and guided his cock inside her. He'd lasted just a few strokes before ejaculating inside her, blaming the awkwardness of doing it in the car.
A couple of days later, they'd been at their friend's house and, in a spare bedroom, she'd gone down on him. He was clearly appreciative, instantly getting hard and she'd easily taken his slim 5 inch erection in her mouth. She'd been tingling, looking forward to straddling him on the bed, anticipating his cock inside her. But all to soon he'd groaned and released in her mouth, making her gag and spit his sperm inadvertently onto her denim skirt.
She'd lost her virginity the week after she'd turned the UK legal age of 16, with her boyfriend of two years. They'd had a decent sex life for a few months, but she'd dumped him when an older boy had taken an interest in her. She'd slept with him too, and another boy after a school disco, but in the six months up to going out with Dale, she'd been so consumed in her school work she hadn't slept with anyone.
Chloe curled her finger under her panties, feeling the bare skin on her freshly shaved mound. She'd shaved yesterday, planning to give Dale a nice surprise if she could encourage him to go down on her. He had done, and she'd enjoyed it. So much, she'd had to cover her face with her pillow to muffle her moans. She'd been close to an orgasm, and had demanded he finish her off with his cock. He climbed onto her and stuck his cock inside her, frantically prodding at her for less than a minute before he again ejaculated, leaving her agonisingly close to her own climax.
She'd been unable to contain her disappointment, and he'd been very sheepish as he'd dressed and sneaked out of her room. At least she was on the pill, although it crossed her mind that maybe a condom would help him last longer next time.
She rolled onto her side and groaned. Next time? They'd planned to meet that night. Maybe she'd give him a final chance.
She yawned. Her mouth was dry and she needed a drink. She threw back the covers and stumbled out of her bed, stretching her back. She looked at herself in the mirror and smiled. She was petite, standing at just 5ft 4. She had a slim body, with natural olive skin, her long dark brown hair highlighted with light brown strands falling over her shoulders. Her mascara was slightly smudged around her eyes, but with a petite nose, thin mouth and slender face she knew she was attractive. Vain? Stood in her bra and panties, she grinned at her reflection. "Maybe that's why Dale can't last very long," she giggled.
She picked up her dressing gown and wrapped it around herself. It was full length, covering her ankles with pictures of a black and white dog dotted around it. She told herself she'd need a new one before she moved into the student accommodation at the college; maybe something a little sexier.
She looked for the belt, but her room was a mess, so she just held it around her as she opened her bedroom door and walked out onto the landing.
She could hear voices in the lounge as she descended the staircase and kept her gown tightly drawn as she walked into the room.
Her eyes widened as she saw the two black men ripping off the hideously patterned wall paper on the far side of the lounge.
"Hello," one of them said, turning his head towards her.
