All characters in this story are at least 18 years old.
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Tabi stood with her hands on her hips, chewing her bottom lip and frowning at the heap of clothes on her bed. Her overnight bag was packed but she was still dithering over nightwear. At home she slept in the nude but she couldn't very well do that at a sleepover.
"Tabitha!" her mother shouted up the stairs. "For the third time, get a move on! I'm starting work at nine so if you miss that bus you're going to have to walk to college."
"Alright, alright! Keep your hair on! I'm coming!" Tabi stuffed a bra top and shorts into the top of the bag, zipped it up and clattered noisily down the stairs. She kissed her mother on the cheek, stuck her iPod buds in her ears and slammed the front door behind her.
. . .
Last period on Fridays was History. The class would sit their "A" levels in a couple of months and Mrs Peart was fighting a losing battle, frantically trying to cram facts into their heads. Most of the class had long since lost interest and were gazing out of the window or doodling intricate designs in their notepads.
Tabi sat between the Swann twins and Jack laid his hand on her thigh under the table, making her pussy tingle. She'd fancied Jack for months and at a house party for Ben Abrahams' eighteenth birthday last month, newly single and horny, she had made her move. They'd spent a couple of hours talking before she leaned forward and kissed him. When the kisses became increasingly urgent they'd taken it upstairs to Ben's parents' bedroom and he'd had a good grope of her boobs. When she began to unbutton his trousers, however, he'd stopped her and haltingly confessed his virginity. He didn't want to lose it there, he'd said. He wanted it to be special (Tabi mentally rolled her eyes), somewhere they could take their time without the fear of interruption, somewhere private. Since then, Tabi had been shamelessly kissing up to Beth when she wasn't kissing Beth's twin brother, and Beth had finally invited her to stay the night at their house. They planned to wait until Beth and Mr and Mrs Swann were asleep, after which Tabi would sneak into Jack's room and jump his bones. His inexperience was a bit of a bore - but it was a necessary hurdle that would have to be cleared before she could begin to train him in how to please her.
Jack hadn't quite been able to believe his luck when Tabi picked him. As far as he was concerned she was the hottest girl in the year. If they'd lived in America he was pretty sure she'd have been head cheerleader and prom queen. She had long, slim, tanned legs; a tight, firm arse; taut, flat tummy; and high, perky breasts. Her long, naturally blonde hair was thick and wavy. Her nose was small, peppered with tiny freckles, her cheekbones high, and her eyes were hypnotic: wide and dark, dark blue with starry black lashes. She had unusually large pupils and when she was aroused - as she was now, with his fingers inching up between her legs to her knickers - they dilated until her irises looked black. And tonight, he was going to fuck her.
Beth and Jack's mother ("Call me Claire, Tabi"), an older version of Beth with the same curly strawberry blonde hair and trim figure, collected all three of them from college in her car. Jack slung Tabi's bag in the boot and sat in the front passenger seat while the girls chattered in the back. His parents had no idea that he and Tabi were together and he wanted to keep it that way so no-one would have any reason to anticipate bed-swapping in the dead of night.
By eleven o'clock that evening, Jack was in his room, watching porn on his laptop and telling himself it was research; Beth and Tabi had binged on corny horror movies and ice cream, painted their finger- and toe-nails, and were now sitting cross-legged on the lounge carpet in their nightclothes, eating Domino's pizza from the box; Claire was loading the dishwasher in the kitchen. With a rattle of keys, the front door opened and the twins' dad came in.
Tabi had thought smugly that she and Jack, who was six feet tall, olive-skinned and as dark as she was fair, made a handsome couple. But now she'd seen his father she realised that Jack was an inferior copy of the original masterpiece. Graham topped his son by a good two inches. He had a square jaw with a cleft chin and a pronounced five o'clock shadow, and his thick hair was just beginning to grey. When Beth ran to him and he picked her up and swung her round, Tabi saw that the muscles in his arms were hard and sculpted, covered with black hairs. When he looked at her for an introduction his eyes were as black as her own and she found herself acutely aware of her bra-less nipples tightening beneath the stretchy white crop-top she wore.
"This is Tabi, Daddy," said Beth. "She's staying over tonight, remember?"
"Of course," replied her father. "Nice to meet you, Tabi." But his brief smile didn't reach his eyes and he barely looked at her before going out to the kitchen to kiss his wife. Tabi, unused to being ignored by men, felt snubbed but reminded herself sternly that Jack was upstairs waiting for her and she had no business ogling his father.
"Shall we go up to bed?" she suggested.
Half an hour later, the lights went off downstairs and Tabi heard footsteps on the stairs.
Half an hour after that, Beth was sound asleep. Tabi read on her Kindle in the dark for a further half hour, just to be safe, before sticking her head out of the door to make sure no light was coming from under Graham and Claire's bedroom door and creeping across the landing to Jack's bedroom.
. . .
Graham had been profoundly shaken when he returned home that evening to find Tabi sprawling on his lounge carpet.
Unbeknownst to his wife, Claire, who thought he had gone for drinks straight from work with his civil engineer colleagues, he had in fact taken the afternoon off and spent the hours that followed in his 31 year old secretary, Rachel's two bedroom Fulham flat. Rachel was a very fit and inventive girl and he thought she had drained his balls dry, but when he set eyes on the leggy blonde teenager with the erect nipples, his cock immediately stood to attention, as ready for action as it had been when Rachel's lips were around it three hours ago.
The impulse to grab her, tear off her shorts and bend her over the coffee table was so powerful he had to flee from the room before he raped his daughter's friend in front of her eyes.
