This is the continuation of the original story. The story is basically true although some latitude will have to be allowed for memory and time. I hope that you enjoy it.
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The walk home after that first time was strange and exciting. The boys were buzzing with the new experience and horsed around all the way back with Sue being the centre of attention. Sue laughed more than was usual and seemed to be enjoying her newfound popularity. Things were back to normal but somehow completely and irrevocably changed, the group had taken on a new and different dynamic.
As the boys walked back in the late afternoon sunshine I noticed small almost furtive attempts to touch Sue. Fingers looked for skin to touch, hands brushed down her back and tried to cup her backside, no one was sure how to get back to the position of a short time ago. Sue dressed was different to Sue naked and vulnerable; and she fielded the attempts at groping with ease, stepping out of reach, moving hands away. The boys were puzzled and confused by her behaviour; they seemed to expect that Sue would simply allow them access to her body whenever they wanted. That clearly was not going to be the case.
We all met on the football field as usual the next morning. Despite the early hour the day was already beginning to warm up. We all walked across the field and flopped down in the long grass that ran away in a series of folds and small ridges to a tree topped hillock that ran down on the other side to the railway tracks beyond.
The talk was all of Sue and the events of the previous day. Everyone had been talking to elder brothers, friends, or people who 'knew about women' and a whole new raft of words suddenly entered our vocabulary; 'clitoris', 'clit', 'come', 'climax', 'finger fuck' and others. We savoured them and applied them to yesterday. The feeling was exciting and the words themselves redolent with forbidden acts and sexuality, strangely exciting and mature.
Every few minutes the question was repeated, 'do you think she'll let us do it again'? The guys were mute on this point. Sue's return to untouchable on the walk home had foxed us. At this point Sue appeared stepping out of a line of bushes that edged one side of the field. Dave saw her first. "There she is." He stood up and waved, Sue saw us and made her way over.
She stood on the edge of the small fold of ground where we sitting and looked down on us causing us to squint up at her into the glare of the sun. She moved her weight onto one hip and looked around. She seemed to be unsure about joining us. A small group of boys raced onto the far end of the field and began to kick a ball about between them, their voices sounding small and shrill in the distance. She looked back down at us. "What's happening? Are you doing anything?"
Dave shrugged, "Still talking about it."
She stepped down into the small hollow and sat on the edge of the group, just about out of reach. She looked around. "It'll be hot here soon."
Mike sat up and said "That's true; anyone got enough money to go swimming?" We all shook our heads; swimming was a start of the week activity, before we ran out of money. Sue got up and walked off toward the hill behind us. We all got up and followed. At the top of the hill she stopped and turned around before sitting on the brow, tucking her skirt in under her knees. We sat on either side of her in the bright sun, the ground beneath us hard, cracked and devoid of grass from the passage of generations of feet of kids who have fought their imaginary battles or run their races over it. The few sparse and stunted trees that ringed the summit offered no protection to the growing heat of the sun.
Mike kicked at the ground with heel of his trainer. "How about the rezzer?" The 'rezzer' was the local reservoir which was a couple of miles away. We all looked at him. The reservoir at least offered some cool air and the possibility of a splash in the water if the officious bastard who patrolled the area was not around. We all shrugged, "Sounds OK." Sue nodded in agreement, "Can we wait a while? Jackie said she may join us later." Jackie was Sue's younger sister. A spiting image of Sue except with darker hair and freckles but Jackie sported an entirely different character; while Sue was quiet and calm Jackie was wilder; a 'life and soul of the party' character. We all shrugged an 'OK' and settled down in the sun and watched the riot of a game of football that going on down on the field. Eventually one of the players broke away and shouted across to us asking if we wanted to play. Dave stood up and shouted back saying no thanks and the kid went back to his game.
Dave turned and looked at Sue, "Right then. No football. What are we going to do while we wait for your Jackie?" Mike rolled over onto his stomach and flopped down just over the brow of the hill. He shuffled up a little till his head stuck out over the top. From top to bottom the hill was only as long as he was tall. He placed his chin on his folded arms and watched the kids on the field. They were picking sides again as more kids joined the game. All except Sue followed Mikes lead and we lay ourselves out on the far side of the brow to watch the proceedings on the field. We made comments about the choices being made and who we would have playing for whom. Slowly the kids sorted themselves out and then suddenly half the kids were taking their shirts off to play skins against shirts. Dave smiled. "Fancy joining in Sue?" Sue threw Dave a look over her shoulder and then looked up at the clear blue sky. "No thanks."
Dave lent on his elbow and looked at her. "You looked good in skin yesterday." Sue turned away from him to watch the kids on the field. "Shut up." Dave leaned forward and felt her bottom with his hand. She spun around and pushed his hand away and made as if to stand up. "Stop it." Dave looked confused. "What's wrong with you? Yesterday we took all your clothes off and today you won't even give us a feel. What's going on?"
Sue settled down again, obviously feeling in control of the situation. "Because I don't want to that's why. That's all you need to know." I tapped her on her shoulder and she half turned to face me. "But that's not good enough is it?" I asked. "Even though you haven't said anything I know that you enjoyed what we did yesterday." Sue again made to sit up. "I did not" she began but Dave grabbed her shoulder and pulled her back down on the ground over onto our side of the hill. She rolled over onto us with a squeal, legs in the air. Dave and I grabbed her, spun her around until she was lying between us and held her down by her shoulders. She began to thrash around, kicking out with her feet and trying to free her arms but Dave and I just held her down and let her get on with it.
Strangely enough she never called out although there was plenty of help within earshot. Eventually she began to calm down and lay there looking at us sullenly. "Look. Just let me go and I won't say anything."
Dave laughed. "About what? Are you talking about now or yesterday?"
Sue struggled again. "About both!"
"It's a little bit late to complain about yesterday isn't it? People would wonder why you've left it so long to complain won't they?"
Sue stopped struggling again and glared at us. "Course you won't say anything!" I said, "You loved what happened to you yesterday!"
Sue began to thrash about again "I did not!" She almost spat out.
Dave looked at me and at Mike who was leaning over my shoulder looking on. "Think she means it?" he asked. I thought about the look in her eyes when we undressed her yesterday and shook my head. "No. I'm sure she doesn't." Almost without thinking I pulled the bottom of her blouse up exposing her tummy and pushed my hand under the waistband of her skirt. Sue began to fight harder as my fingers found their way under the top of her knickers and down across her flat stomach and onto her pubic hair. When my fingers began to move through her pubic hair and search out the wetness between her legs Sue stopped struggling.
"See." I said as my fingers found her. "I knew you liked it. You're wet. You've been thinking about us doing this to you ever since you got up this morning haven't you?" Panting from her exertions Sue looked at me under her lids but didn't reply. I slid my finger down and across the top of her slit. Her lips parted to meet the intrusion. Sue gave a sigh, her eyes closed and her head fell back. I moved my finger into her and her warm wetness enclosed it. "And so very wet." I whispered quietly in her ear. Sue kept her eyes closed. My finger moved easily in her. I found her clitoris and she gave a little moan of pleasure. I looked at the boys. "That's all she needed. You can undress her now."
The guys needed no second urging. Roy scooted around and sat astride her legs. He took hold of the waistband of her skirt and quickly began to pull it down to her hips while both Mike and Dave leaned in to undo the buttons on her blouse. Sue began to struggle. "Stop it! What do you think you're doing? Stop it! Are you all crazy? You can't do this to me here! It's too open! Stop it! People will see!" I continued to work my fingers up and down her increasingly wet slit. Sue slumped back with a groan while Roy felt around the waistband of her skirt for a button or a zipper. Dave and Mike continued to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. I could see skin appearing as the buttons came undone. Sue feebly tried again, "Please stop. You can't do this to me here!" Realising that her waistband was elastic Roy pulled her skirt down over her hips. As her skirt slid down her legs to her knees everyone stopped to watch. My wrist disappeared under the waistband of her white cotton knickers and my hand could be clearly seen under the material working slowly up and down between her open legs.
Hooking his fingers into the waistband Roy pulled her knickers down over her hips. We all watched in fascination as the material slid down over my wrist and the back of my hand. Her golden curls now plainly, wetly, available for all to see shone in the morning sunlight. My fingers moved between her open legs. Sue groaned and slumped back in defeat. "Oh God," she said to no-one in particular, "what are you doing?" Her skirt and then her knickers slid down her legs to her ankles. Roy admired the view, he stroked his hands up and down her legs and then lifted each foot in turn to pull her knickers and skirt over her shoes and clear. "There," he said to her, "that didn't hurt did it?"
At the same time Mike and Dave opened the last buttons on her blouse.
