“Good Lord!” said Zelda looking at her watch, “time does fly when you’re having a good orgasm. Mummy will be home any time now so we had better get cleaned up and make sure we have the same story about what we’ve been doing while she’s been at the opera.”
She arose from the sexual battlefield, where the hand-to-gland combat had been fierce, and almost poked my eye out with an erect nipple. What lovely firm tits! What lovely long legs that went all the way up to her arse. And that beautiful smile … I had really fallen with my bum in the butter this time!
“Don’t forget, Sunday is V-Day!” she said as we went arm-in-arm to the bathroom, alluding to the day she had decided would mark the end of her virginal status, with me the designated deflowerer.
“Won’t forget, looking forward to it,” I lied. This was an important event in a young woman’s life and as I had no experience of maidens I feared I would botch the job and turn her off sex for life. Still, I was flattered to be chosen and would do the best I could. Plenty of lubricant, patience and gentleness and she would crown me King of the Cherry Pickers, I hoped.
We quickly made ourselves presentable and were seated comfortably in the lounge when Ruth arrived home with her friend, dark-haired, attractive, with smallish boobs that matched her slim build.
“Hi kids, did you have a good time? This is my friend Sue, we’ve known each other since school. Got married and divorced about the same time. She’s lucky, no kids.” She laughed and hugged Zelda to show she was teasing.
Sue didn’t stay. “I live in the same block. Just had to come and meet you after the big build-up from Ruth,” she said with a dazzling smile. “Might see you all over the long weekend, ” she added as she let herself out.
Zelda made coffee for Ruth and me and then excused herself, saying she had to get up early for her trip to Pretoria for her dad’s birthday.