Ch. 02: An Interlude
We all piled off the bus into the cold night air, stumbling wearily down the steps into a crowd of waiting parents. A cloud of mist from our steamy breath formed over us as we all gathered at the side of the bus waiting for the driver to unload our bags and all the kit from the luggage compartment. We were quiet now, and sleepy after the ride. Greetings were cautious, displays of affection not too obvious – a quick discreet hug maybe. Even though most of us were older now we were still at that awkward age where love shown by or to our parents in public was an embarrassment.
Janey's mum and my mum were both there and commiserated with us about the lost game. To be honest I'd completely forgotten about the result. My mind was in a turmoil, full of images of Janey and Carmel snogging around the back of the changing rooms, of the flash of Carmel's breasts as Janey pulled them out from under her bra, and the look of ecstasy on Carmel's face when she came with Janey's hand inside her knickers; and the look of wonder in her cool blue eyes as they flicked open and looked straight into mine from where her head rested on Janey's shoulder as she came down from her orgasm.
And more images from in the bus on the way back after the game – the fresh apple scent of Janey's hair in my nostrils still slightly damp from the showers as I snuggled my head against hers in the darkness of the bus on the way back. I felt the memory of Janey's breasts in my hand, the size and weight and warm softness of them, and the sharp stiffness of her nipples against my palm.
I had reluctantly agreed to fondle her in the darkness of the bus while she masturbated quietly under the cover of my big puffy anorak. I had to admit to myself that my reluctance was not complete; and I also had to admit that I had felt a certain pride when I brought silent gasps of pleasure from Janey when I squeezed and tugged on her breasts and gently pulled and twisted her nipples.
But my feelings were a mixture of disgust and fascinated curiosity. There was a sort of fashion for trivial lesbianism going round. It was not unknown to see girl's kissing girls and such at parties and in the odd nightclub we were allowed into – usually for a dare or a bet, almost always egged on by the boys. I suppose it was mostly after Madonna and Britney Spears had snogged on that video. But if anybody thought you were a real "lezzy" they would slaughter you in school and what Janey had done went much further. Even I was kind of grossed out by what I had watched my best friend do – girls just didn't do that to other girls.
Maybe I should confess that even at eighteen I'm not very sexually experienced – certainly not compared to Janey who claims she had "done it" with at least two boys before her sixteenth birthday and with others since. But then Janey is a bit of a "wild child", anything to push the boundaries, to shock. All the other girls were very wary around Janey; you never could be sure just how far she would go.
Back home and into my cosy bed with a drink of milk and a biscuit. Despite my desperate tiredness I found it difficult to sleep that night. I was still ashamed by what I had done with Janey but all girls do that at some point don't they. Or do they? Maybe not at eighteen though. I don't know. I had assumed they did. It seemed ok at the time; but now?
Mixed with the shame was arousal. I was getting horny just thinking about it and much as I tried to keep the images out of my mind I couldn't help wondering what it would feel like to let somebody feel me up properly, to have somebody else's hands – another girl's hands – on my tits and private parts. I was still very much a virgin as far as my... cunt – there, I've said it... as far as my cunt was concerned.
