*****"Author's note*****
Ever wondered how many women take it up the butt? Join sweet innocent Clara as she learns why pretty much everyone she knows walks like it's leg day at the gym. Will she give in to temptation and give it a go?
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THE REVEALING RIDE
Clara was raised in an affluent family in the Welsh Marches. Her family, although not nobility, could easily be mistaken as such. Neither parent worked in the traditional sense relying on a combination of inherited wealth, stocks and property investments for income. Her home was a modest manor house surrounded by fields they let to neighbouring tenant farmers.
Clara had not long turned 18 and with it found herself being more accepted into the adult world. She sensed her opinions were listened to more and she was treated with more respect. Her sisters, Rose and Pippa were 20 and 22 respectively and still lived at the manor. All three sisters were close but she still felt the little sister to some extent.
It was a glorious autumn morning. The stableboy had prepared the horses for their Sunday ride which as usual was to end at Mrs Corfield's teashop by the canal. Despite just having breakfast the girls were looking forward to the selection of pastries on offer. The horses didn't need any direction and were overly eager to get there for their own special treat.
They arrived to see an old friend's horse tethered by the canal and immediately scanned the garden to find her. She spotted them first and waved them over.
"Morning," she said, "Not seen you three for a while."
"How was the holiday?" asked Rose, "I see you've caught the sun."
"Lucky I didn't catch anything else when I was there," she replied with a smile and raised eyebrow.
"Food not up to standard?" replied Clara, " It can be an issue in some of those countries"
The girl's giggles told her she wasn't referring to the hotel's questionable hygiene standards.
"Let's just say it wasn't just the biryani that left me a bit loose."
Rose and Pippa smiled knowingly before glancing with a smirk at Clara's bemused face. "I didn't know those people were equipped to stretch one's horizons," replied Pippa just as the waitress arrived to take their order.
"One of the bar staff came well-recommended and didn't disappoint."
"They often keep one on staff to make holidays memorable don't they?" replied Rose.
"Bit reluctant at first, don't usually with men of that age but mother insisted, you know how persuasive she can be."
Pippa laughed, "I bet it didn't take hours of negotiation."
"She's not easily impressed, so when she gives the nod you know it's worth it."
"Can be a bit hit and miss, never hurts to get a recommendation," said Rose.
"Well, Rory better not miss tonight," chipped in Pippa.
Clara didn't say anything, she was at the table but felt she was looking in rather than part of the group. Several petite cakes consumed the girls remounted their horses for the trek home.
A WINDOW INTO ANOTHER WORLD
Nothing more was said of the meeting, nor did Rory appear. The only Rory that Clara knew was a local middle-aged handyman who occasionally did repairs around the house but he was nowhere to be seen nor was his name mentioned that evening as the family chatted in the drawing room.
It was after midnight as Clara lay in bed that she heard the clink of the side door to the patio. It wasn't unusual to hear it at night and normally she'd think nothing of it. But tonight something told her it wasn't just her mother putting the cat out. A few moments later soft footsteps passed her door followed by the click of Pippa's door.
She hadn't heard Pippa leave her room, perhaps it was Rose but she had a certain skip to her footstep. "Rory?" she thought, no can't be possible, Pippa did not date down. She strained her ear to see if she could hear voices but only heard silence. Perhaps it was just her imagination but it was bugging her.
Clara remembered how as children they'd lean out of their windows at night to chat room to room when they should be sleeping. Pippa always kept her window ajar, perhaps if she popped her head out of hers she might hear something. A distant car, a disgruntled cow mooing and a goose that was clearly not happy with something but nothing from her sister's room
She was about to return to bed when she heard it. It was the noise you make when you jump into freezing cold water. An audible sharp intake of breath followed by short rapid panting then silence once more. Perhaps Pippa had just found a spider in her bed, she always was the drama queen.
Then all doubts were laid to rest, soft gasps interspersed with the gentlest of moans drifted from Pippa's window. It was not the solo of a girl self-pleasuring but a hushed duet.
Clara knew her sister was not without experience of men. She had dated a few and spent nights away from home, it didn't take Sherlock to deduce why. But Clara had never heard the sounds of lovemaking for herself. She knew it was wrong but she strained further to catch each note that drifted her way. It was slow and steady with the tone a struggle yet one that was enjoyable and welcome.
It reminded her of the puffing and panting at the gym when your instructor pushes you for those last few reps, the ones you think you can't do yet somehow manage to squeeze out with encouragement. Then one word, a man's voice with a distinct Yorkshire accent confirmed it, it was definitely Rory. This wasn't some well-heeled 20-something it was a man twice her age who fixed squeaky floorboards.
Yet right now, a girl who would turn her nose up at Cava was enjoying sex with a man who probably had his arm down a toilet a few hours ago. A muffled female cry was easy to interpret, Clara had made the same sound herself while nocturnally exploring alone. It subsided and the panting increased until a low manly grunt punctuated the night air.
Show over Clara returned to bed, her head swirling with the shock of what she just heard. She herself was aching below and under normal circumstances would deal with it in the usual manner but tonight she feared being heard and let it pass.
DOES YOUR MOTHER KNOW?
Morning came and when Clara sat at the breakfast table Rory was nowhere to be seen. She wasn't surprised, her father would have gone ballistic and 20 or not would have tanned her bottom before chasing Rory all the way back to Yorkshire.
"You have a good night's sleep?" asked her mother looking at Pippa. It was a strange question for her to ask.
"Very good, I could do with another one."
The girls had planned to shop for grandmother's upcoming birthday that day. It was an hour's drive to anywhere with decent shops. It wasn't long into the journey that Rose brought up the topic of Rory.
"So was it a hit or a miss?"
"Definitely a hit, a big hit."
"What was a hit?" asked Clara. She knew the answers but wanted to play dumb.
Rose and Pippa quickly looked at each other but said nothing. It was as if a child had stumbled into a forbidden conversation. Clara was no child, she decided to stir the pot.
