Chapter 49

I got nowhere with girls at school. Literally nowhere. Being academically accomplished in a non-academic school in Glasgow was not going to get any hearts racing. Especially in the late 80s and early 90s. Maybe now when being a geek or a nerd has a certain cache, but not then. And I imagine not now. So, I was surrounded by hot young girls, with a near permanent hardon, and only my hand for outlet.

Until 5th Year. By then most of the morons had cleared out, and the people that were left were the more academically minded. I discovered I could flirt and, I felt, reasonably well. Certainly, started getting on better with a few of the girls in my year. And the result? Nothing. Except for my right hand of course.

Thank fuck for University. Fresh start, even though I stayed at home for uni, and an environment that was much better suited to me. It took about a week.

There was this girl, Joanne or Joanna, I could never get it right even then. I spotted her in my philosophy class. Long dark hair, quite pretty but not stunning, and probably she didn’t think she was pretty at all. But what stood out, literally stood out. This girl was stacked. The first time I saw her she was wearing a tight pink sweater, and there they were, standing large firm and proud. Utterly magnificent.

Being me, I sat in the row behind her, and to one side. Close enough for a fantastic view, but not close enough to actually talk to her. Still no confidence. But when I saw her sitting outside the politics lecture hall, reading Thomas Hobbes’ Leviathan, I decided I had to make an attempt. Sitting down opposite, I waited a few moments before commenting on the book she was reading. Although Hobbes was a political writer, this was actually the text for the philosophy class and we quickly got to talking about the class and the text. She was shy, a little,

but was happy to chat. More comfortable talking about the text, her shyness was more obvious when I moved the conversation on to more general topics, but she was clearly warming to me. And then her friend arrived and joined us. Gerladine. 5’ 5”, short mousy hair, blue eyes and a stunning smile. Slim, but not skinny, small breasts, especially compared to Joanne, great legs that were well developed from the exercise that generally comes from a private school education. And much more confident than her friend. She immediately joined in the conversation until a few minutes later when we all trooped into class.

I was trying to decide whether I should sit between the two girls, or if I should let Joanne sit in the middle so she could talk to her friend and I could talk to her. Geraldine settled the issue by letting me go first and then squeezing past her friend to sit next to me. Done deal. I finally had a girlfriend, and within a week we were fucking. I could have made this story about our first time, it was hers as well as mine, but to be honest it wasn’t worth writing about. I did, however, get better.

Geraldine also stayed at home, so opportunities to fuck didn’t come easily. My mum was pretty easy going, but not to that extent. Her parents were also great, and really welcomed me into their home, but again, there are limits. So, we had to manage when we could, an afternoon screw, a quicky (and quietly) when she was at mine and, in the case of extreme horn and no other option, a quick fuck outside my tutor’s office while I was waiting to go over an essay I had written.

But then, we caught a break. Her parents were going away for the weekend. Geraldine was going to be home alone for a couple of nights. Well, not exactly alone. Her 13-year-old sister Caroline was also going to be there. That, however, presented no problem for any of us. Caroline and I got on fine, she was mature for her age, tall at 5’9” so not much shorter than me, and all leg. The word coltish could not have a better object. But what she had in leg, she lacked in breasts. Small, but cute. And I had always been a breast man.

So, there I was. Friday evening in Geraldine’s house, looking forward to a couple of days of pretty solid sex. The only thing that stopped it being non-stop was that Geraldine had a weekend job in a local restaurant. She left at 7pm and didn’t get back until almost 2am. Still, Friday went great. Quick fuck before she went to work.

Caroline left shortly after Geraldine to go stay over at a friend’s and I just hung out, watching TV and reading until Geraldine got back in the early morning. A more relaxed session before going to sleep, woke up hard and ready for more on the Saturday. And Saturday was pretty much non-stop. Even the return of her sister in the late morning didn’t make any noticeable difference. Nor did the couple of sarcastic comments she made about how much noise we were making. Sucks to be you kid.

I was all set for a repeat on Saturday night as Geraldine set off work. But this time, Caroline was not going to be staying with a friend. She was out playing tennis at the local club, but was due to be back shortly. Company for me I guess, while I waited for Geraldine to get back.

In truth, I had been very aware of Caroline from the moment I first saw her. Not my usual type, physically, but something about her caught my attention. I had tried not to show it, not around Geraldine, and certainly not around her parents. But a week or so earlier there had been a small incident that could so easily have gotten me into trouble.

Geraldine and I had been pretty tactile right from the beginning, and I had discovered that massaging her thighs, high up on her thighs, had a very obvious impact on her. Looking back on it now, it seems obvious that it would, but at the time I thought it strange that she would be so turned on by me touching somewhere other than the obvious areas. In truth, I could bring her close to orgasm, just by massaging the top of her thighs. I loved it, but was genuinely surprised by it.

We were discussing it one evening in her home, with me saying I still didn’t believe it could have that effect. Caroline had walked into the room in the middle of the conversation and, sitting down on the sofa next to me, asked what we were talking about. Without thinking, I told her that Geraldine got turned on by me massaging her thighs and then asked, again without thinking, does this do anything for you? At which point I quite firmly squeezed both of her thighs, through her jeans.

The response was instant. From both sisters. Geraldine had shouted “Danny, WTF?!” I protested that I meant nothing by it, the truth, and I was only trying to prove a point, to which she replied: “I think you have proven the point”, and I had. The contact with Caroline had been momentary, but it had caused her to tense and shiver, and even thirty seconds or so later she was obviously affected by it. And seeing this, I was affected too. Thankfully, I don’t think Geraldine could see how hard I was, or all my protestations of an innocent mistake would have been useless.

That moment had changed how I looked at Caroline. Although I hadn’t seen her much over the following week, I had found myself thinking about her more and more. She had gone from being someone I had simply noticed, to be the centre of most of my fantasies. I don’t know what turned me on more, the idea of fucking my girlfriend’s sister, or the idea of fucking an underage girl. But both combined had me hooked.

And now here she was, walking around her home doing random shit, wearing a short white tennis skirt that was just perfect for her legs and a white t-shirt that clung to her and emphasised her small breasts. I could see her bra through it, and as small as her breasts were, they fascinated me. Add to that the sheen of exercise, not sweat, just a healthy glow, that she still carried with her. As she walked around the living room she would occasionally grimace and reach over with her right hand to rub her left shoulder. Clearly, she was in some distress.

“Are you alright?” I asked.