Part 3
It had all began months ago, when Emma had brought home her first boyfriend, Seb. He was a little shorter than Emma, who at five foot nine, was tall for her age. He was nice boy, friendly if a little shy, she thought. Jan could still tell who wore the trousers between them and it wasn't Seb. She was concerned that sex might be on the agenda the first night. Even though she had specifically allocated Seb a room of his own opposite her own door and some way from Emma's room, she expected him to sneak out before midnight, to join Emma in hers.
Jan could not sleep and tossed and turned. Sure enough at about 11.30 pm, she heard movement in Seb's room. Jan was up quickly and at the keyhole to her door. About a minute later she saw young Seb emerge, dressed in singlet and boxers carefully turning the handle as he went and moving slowly and carefully across the landing floor, under the light. His singlet and boxers were supposed to be loose fitting and might have been, in his earlier days. However they now clearly needed replacing with a bigger size. She watched him pass her door and the sight of his tight buns departing across the polished timber floor towards Emma's room. The enjoyment she began to feel whilst watching his movement slightly disturbed her however. He looked like he needed disciplining hard and wondered if that was what her daughter had in mind for him when he reached her.
Jan cast her mind back to when she had begun to be aware of her new yearnings. It might have started during a summer party at the house for her daughter and some of her college friends. It was a hot day and a water fight soon broke out. Water pistols of all shapes and sizes were soon procured by one of the boys. There was much screeching and shouting, loud laughter and complaints as the water flew around. It had started in the yard.
Jan was lying out on one of the sun loungers and clothed but soaking in the summer sun. She was reading a trashy, slightly disreputable novel and was hardly aware of the commotion around the other side of the house. Her peace was disturbed however, as two of the girls, and her daughter came rushing through the gate to the high brick walled garden where she was. Jan paused and looked up. Behind them was a tall youth carrying what looked like two large saggy ballooned water bombs. He was clearly intent on soaking one or more of the girls who, it seemed to Jan, had remained so far amazingly dry.
Whilst Emma went into the house, her two female friends remained outside. They dodged away behind where Jan was lying. It very quickly seemed that she had become some sort of barrier behind which they were pausing, trying to keep the boy and his water bombs beyond. He lunged, he jumped, and hopped, turning back and forth, but the girls laughing and screaming wildly, moved faster. At last, tiring of this, he took luck in his hands and sent one of the bombs flying in their direction, intending for it to pass over Jan's prone form and hit one of them straight, full on. He missed. He slipped, and he mis threw. It went only a fraction of the way. Instead it landed right on top of Jan's chest. It exploded and ice cold water flew up to her face and down to her skirt. She cried out in surprise at the commotion, the cold and then the wet.
Jan sat up quickly, gasping, and almost sobbing in shock. It was just when Emm was re-emerging from the kitchen with two large jugs of iced water, one in each hand. She screamed and then shouted. Emm, checking briefly if her mother was ok flew into a rage and shouted at the shocked girls.
"Get him girls."
They stopped moving and looked up at Mike who was also shocked and already mumbling an apology to Mrs Dunstan.
By now the cold wet had soaked through to her bra, and as the cold began to soak in. Jan's nipples, sensitive to such sudden cold, began to rise and crispen.
Jan was wiping the water out of her eyes when the boy was brought towards her, each arm held firmly by the two athletic girls.
"Oh err... Mrs Dunstan I am so sorry." Was all Mike could repeat aimlessly.
"Hold him girls." Emma was assuming command in her usual way.
"Bring him forward."
Jan was standing now and about to go inside the house to towel herself off.
"If that doesn't deserve an ice cold pitcher of water over you, I don't know what does." Said Emma coldly.
Mike was surprised and struggled.
"Mum I think its your entitlement to administer this punishment," said Emma to her mother.
Jan was hesitatant. She was still clearing water as her long brown hair hung which clung to her face.
The boy was brought forward.
"Take his jeans off first Emm," suggested one her hockey friends holding the lad fast.
Emma smiled and handing over the jugs to her mum approached the lad. Her hands went to his waist and he struggled as she unbuckled his belt. Now he was moving around and as Emma pulled on his jeans he spread his legs so that it was physically impossible to slide them down any distance.
"Emma I don't really think is necessary." Said Jan a little nervously.
Just then another of Emma's friends, Rosie, entered through the arched gateway. She quickly assessed the situation.
"Having trouble Emm, that's not like you!" she said smartly.
"Hold him still." Said Rosie.
Mike could hear the voice behind him.
