BETHS' SUMMER BREAK Part 10 - Brighton Rock

As Gina heads off to New England with Mick, Beth has some fun in the stables and with Izzy before a steamy weekend in Brighton gives her many more new experiences.

Chapter One. It's Thursday Tomorrow!

I waved one last time and put the car into drive. Gina disappeared into the terminal building dragging two huge suitcases and I pulled away from the drop-off point and set off back to Amberdown.

A week on my own in Sycamore Avenue. What terrible misdeeds could naughty little 21 year old Bethany Hamilton get up to when left to her own devices?

Plenty, as it turned out!

It had all happened so suddenly. Mick was back in Boston and had been working non-stop for months and had decided to take some well earned leave. Now Dad was out of the equation, Gina had nothing on that she couldn't put off for a few days, so had booked herself a nice little business-class flight to New England. A few nights in Boston, a few days in Cape Cod and a rather large helping of the divine Michael Anderson into the bargain.

Lucky old cow!

I had offered to drive her to the airport - Gatwick is fairly easy to get to from Amberdown and it would save her booking a taxi. Besides, I had never seen her BMW move from the drive since I got to Sycamore Avenue and was dying to have a go at it.

That was when she made a small confession.

She can't drive.

She bought the car two years ago in a bid to force herself to learn to drive, thinking it would help her get up to London for her regular trips. Then one day she sat in the back of a taxi from the station to her apartment and really looked out for once instead of staring at her phone. The chaos of the traffic made her mind up for her; she abandoned any further thoughts of learning to drive. She kept the car insured for any driver and Dad had used it a few times when they were together, but otherwise it was an expensive decoration to the front of her house.

When I offered, she was mortified that she hadn't thought of letting me use it earlier, but at least I now had a very nice mode of transport to get me through the last month or so of what was turning out to be a very exciting summer break indeed.

I had also landed myself a job.

Not a very glamorous one, but it was certainly paying dividends and had some nice perks. Such as being close to Josie and Izzy Napier-Jones; anything that kept me in the orbit of those two stellar bodies was always going to meet with my complete approval.

Ok, a delivery girl for a boutique cake making company is hardly the stuff dreams are made of, but the money was handy, the nice little tin of blow that Izzy had procured for me was very welcome, and I got to travel round the surrounding area in a fetching little pink van with an elaborate logo stating that Confection Confidential made rather nice cakes. I gave thanks that there wasn't a matching uniform and hat, though once I mentioned it to Josie, she began to think it may be a good idea, just to humiliate me, of course. However, my pink polo shirt, one of Izzy's cast-offs, was almost humiliation enough.

As well as being hot as hell and drop-dead gorgeous, Izzy was undoubtedly a genius. Her skills were amazing and the elaborate designs she and Josie came up with had to be seen to be believed. So far, amongst other things, I had delivered cake versions of a Star Wars Stormtrooper, a cricket match, a replica of someone's Labrador dog and Minions.

Lots of Minions. Minions were popular with kids and Izzy reckoned if she had to make up one more batch of bright yellow icing she'd scream. I had to run fast when I asked her to make me a Homer Simpson cake.

Luckily for me there were no deliveries today, so once I had deposited Ms Harcourt at the airport, Josie had another little job lined up for me - one I was looking forward to very much indeed. I was taking Sasha, her lovely palomino out for a hack. She allowed him to be ridden by some of the more experienced riders that used the stables, but he had not been out for a few days so I was pressed into action.

It hadn't taken long to get back to the stables from the airport, once I had negotiated the terror of the roads that surround it, and I parked up in lovely sunshine. I was thanking goodness that this time I had arrived under my own steam, and not on the back of Josie's Kawasaki.

As I headed towards Sasha's stall, I glanced around, hoping to see Daisy. I felt I had unfinished business with her after our brief encounter a week or so earlier. Something about her intrigued me and after the almost pristine perfection of Gina and Josie, I quite fancied a little bit of rough and tumble with this down to earth Yorkshire lass. I hadn't dared take her up on her offer of a meet-up in the Tanners Arms - Josie had scared me off that idea, but I was willing to come up with a counter offer of my own if the chance arose.

I peered into Sasha's stall and he snorted at me. I hoped it was in recognition. We got on well the previous time when Josie was riding her Arabian, Shadow. I was armed once again with apples and mints. He took my presents gratefully and chomped away merrily, tossing his golden mane.

I was watching him with such rapt attention, I jumped as I heard a voice behind me. "Afternoon, you must be Josie's friend Bethany."

I turned to find a rather matronly lady in her late forties. She held out her hand, smiling, and I shook it. "Megan Downes." She waved her hand around her nonchalantly. "I own this little acre or so. Any friend of Josie's is welcome here. Come on, let's get you kitted out."

She took me into the tack room that had previously seen the brief orgasmic liaison between me and Daisy and this time the kitting out was a little less exciting.

As we walked back towards the stalls, Sasha was being led out by a handsome blond haired lad of about nineteen.

Leo.

Who I had last seen taking Josie Napier-Jones from behind over a bale of hay in one of the empty stalls behind Sasha's soon after Daisy and I had brought each other off in the tack room.

Megan fussed about Sasha making sure everything was present and correct and helped me up. "Right, I need to take one of the horses over to another yard, so my nephew Leo will see to you when you get back. Bloody miles away, so another late night!" She shrugged resignedly and started off across the yard. "Have a lovely ride - perfect day for it."

Her nephew? I assumed she didn't know the extra work he did for Josie then! He was smiling up at me unaware that I had seen him and Josie going at it like rabbits. My love balls were in place and I always feel horny after a ride. As Mrs. Downes was going to be away, maybe I'd get a tumble in the hay myself!

She was right - it was a perfect day for a ride and I followed the same track Josie and I had taken previously. To be honest, I think Sasha was taking me rather than the other way around - he knew the way better than I did and I could feel him pulling as we reached the point where Josie and I had galloped. Even without his pal Shadow to race, he went like the wind and it felt utterly exhilarating to be riding this gorgeous animal at such speed.

After a wonderful couple of hours I reluctantly turned him back towards the stables and trotted him back into the yard. Leo came out of one of the stalls and helped me down. He had lovely pale blue eyes and despite his handsome face and lithe body, he seemed a little shy and nervous.

We got Sasha unsaddled and I went into the tack room and took off my helmet and chaps. Leo put the saddle back in its place and made to leave. "Hope you had a good ride. He's a lovely horse - Josie loves him. Bye!"

The yard was deserted. I was hot and horny. He wasn't getting away that easily. "Leo..."

He turned in the doorway.

I stood with my hands on my hips. "Don't I get the same 'debriefing' as Josie?" For once in my life, I mimed the quotation marks and inwardly shuddered at my own crassness.

He blushed bright red and began stammering. I walked towards him purposefully and held out a hand. "Come on you - I know a perfect little hay bale. It has a nice little dent in it that is Josie Napier-Jones shaped." I gripped one of his tight buttocks. "I've seen these in action, Leo. And this." I stroked his groin, feeling him hardening at my touch. "I saw you two at it last week, Josie bent over in the hay, your cute little bum pumping away!"

He looked completely non-plussed. I daresay he was expecting to see to Sasha and then lock up for the evening when suddenly the rider of said horse had decided she was going to have him in one of the vacant stalls.

He was making a lot of noises, but none of them resembled English, poor lad. As with Sam, my bull-in-a-china-shop approach had him completely befuddled. Subtlety is not my strong point, and when I go for something, it stays gone-for, if you catch my drift.

He looked at me, I hope not believing his luck, but maybe that is just my spin on things. "I'm Bethany, by the way. I really do get all hot and bothered after a nice ride, just like Josie. I hear you're rather good at cooling things down?"

He swallowed hard and his Adam's apple bobbed up and down. "Sorry, just a bit unexpected! We've done it a couple of times, me and Josie but-"

I kissed him, still stroking his cock through his jodhpurs and he responded, running his hand down my back and gripping my buttocks. "But what, Leo?"

He stammered again as we broke away. "Oh my God, what happens if my Aunt comes back?"

I looked into his lovely blue eyes. "She said she'd be late back. It's only five o'clock. Don't worry; I'm much gentler than Josie. Come with me..."

At five minutes past five I was sitting on the hay bale he and Josie had used and had his erect cock in my hand. Unlike Josie, I had made him take off his trousers. He wasn't going to ravish me with them down around his ankles. I took him in my mouth, the first since Mick, and it almost felt strange to be going down on a normal size again. Leo moaned and put his hands in my hair. He began to push against me, and I could see why Josie had been left frustrated the previous week; he wasn't going to last long. Oh well, I can be persuasive and I hoped he'd make a quick recovery.

I looked up at him, his eyes fixed on me. "Hey, slow down. No rush. I'm not here for a Josie speed-fuck." I waved a pigtail at him. "Look, I even took my helmet off!"

"Sorry," he panted. "She is a bit... urgent." He stroked my cheek as I sucked on him gently, stroking the shaft.

"Does Josie do this for you?" I gave a little lick around the head, teasing him. He shook his head, his breathing now ragged. "No we just... what you saw." He gasped the words out, throwing his head back. "Oh God, that feels so good."

I let him mouth-fuck me gently for a minute, trying to slow him down, and then gripped his buttocks and pulled him in hard, taking his length easily. I had been practising with dildos since my abject failure to take anything more than half of Mike's monster, and I felt Leo's balls hit me on the chin. I pulled him out and went to work on the head, sucking and licking, nibbling at it with my teeth, making him shudder. He was breathing hard, almost not daring to make a sound. I could hear wind in the rafters of the barn, some gentle whinnying from the yard. I could smell the hay, the earthy smell of the stables. It felt wonderful with his hot cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I tasted salty pre-cum. He was nearly there.

"Oh God, I'm going to..."

I grinned up at him as he tried to pull away, anxious not to come on me. "I know you are..." I gripped the base of his cock and took the head back between my lips, clamping down. He pushed in hard and I felt the pulse down his shaft a split second before he exploded into my mouth. He was so deep inside me most of it went straight down my throat. I sucked him until he went limp and let his cock slip out of my mouth, swallowing the last of his load. Only as I did so did I realise that he had my head in a vice-like grip, inadvertently twisting my pigtails and it was starting to get quite painful. I prised his hands away and sat back, smiling. I was getting very wet and looking forward to lying back and feeling him work on me.

He was trembling in front of me, unable to take his eyes off me. He seemed mortified that he had come in my mouth and was reddening with embarrassment. "Sorry - I just couldn't help myself. I didn't mean to... oh shit... so sorry... are... are you ok? "

I stood up and put my hands on his shoulders. "How old are you Leo?"

He looked puzzled. "Nineteen..."

"First time?"

"Sorry?"

I touched him on the nose, smiling. "Is that the first time you've shot your load down a beautiful girl's throat? If I hadn't wanted you to, there'd be a little puddle in the hay. It felt wonderful, Leo." I ran my tongue around my lips and swallowed again, letting him see me relish the feeling.

He seemed to relax as he realised I was fine with it. He shook his head, his eyes bright and wide, his face still red. He touched me on the mouth as if not believing what had just happened. "First time, yes - not even with an ugly girl!" He stammered again. "Not you - not ugly I mean. You're beautiful... not ugly... oh shit, sorry - I'm talking rubbish here. I've dreamed about it..." He trailed off, staring at me. "Sorry - just trying to make sure I burn an image of that gorgeous face and mouth into my brain forever." He closed his eyes and smiled. "Got it! Thanks Bethany, I'll never forget it."

I laughed and kissed him, hoping I had got rid of all of his cum. "I should hope not! Right, well this not-ugly girl is quite partial to having her pussy licked by a lovely young guy while the hay tickles her arse. By the time you've worked me up nicely, we'll see if I can coax some life back into that." I took hold of his flaccid cock and stroked it gently, "Then we can see if we can make a Josie-sized dent in the hay into a Bethany-sized dent!"

It didn't take me long to realise why Josie had kept her clothes on - the hay was bloody uncomfortable and didn't so much tickle as scratch and prickle. So sooner had poor Leo gone down on me, I was stopping him so I could slide both our pairs of trousers under me. Leo was about to go back to work when he got up again quickly. "Just a minute, got an idea."

He ran half naked into the next box and came back with a blanket. "Should be clean, Aunt Megan only put them out today. Not been used yet." We laid the blanket over the hay bale and he got back to business and I felt much more comfortable.

He was obviously inexperienced, but enthusiastic and soon had me nicely worked up. His tongue felt nice against my pussy lips but after my ride and the blow job, I was really craving something more. I was making appreciative noises, encouraging and leading him but all I wanted was to feel his hardness filling me up. His callowness felt strange after all the experienced partners I'd had recently and it was hard to believe he was only slightly younger than me.

I pulled my t-shirt up over my boobs and began tugging gently on my rings. He had found my clit and with a little encouragement was nibbling nicely on it, two fingers gently probing me. I let him work on me for a few minutes, getting me nicely prepared for what was to come. Eventually, I decided it was time to check out the state of play, so I pulled him up on top of me and got him to work on my tits as I reached down and took him in my hand. He immediately started to respond and I felt him grow in my hand as I stroked gently. I was pleased that he had recovered quickly.

With my free hand, I reached down into my shoulder bag, which was on the ground next to the hay bale, and felt around for a moment until I found what I was after. I always like being prepared and carry a few with me at all times. I prefer it without, but the middle of a stable yard was not going to be the easiest of places to clean up, so I took Josie's lead and soon had Leo under wraps. I laid him down across the bale and straddled him. It was the perfect height and as I sank down on his hardness he pulled me forward and kissed me gently, moaning into my mouth as he did so. I started a slow burn, rotating my arse against him, grinding and tensing my muscles to grip him, squeezing down and then relaxing. Each time I did it he let out a little gasp. It's one of my favourite ways to fuck - slow and dirty; Sam and I had kept it going for what seemed like hours when we got back together. I took Leo's hands from my hips and put them on my breasts, urging him to pull gently on my rings.

His finger traced my tattoo and he ran it along my little inscription. I'll take you so high you'll never want to come down. He looked up at me and smiled. He whispered, "You already did!"

I leaned forward and kissed him tenderly. He really was a lovely sight, his curly blond hair, blue eyes, handsome face. "Make me come, Leo. Now you can fuck me like you did Josie. Hard, fast, let me feel you fill me up." I pulled off him and lay over the hay bale, presenting my arse to him. I felt him go in hard and he held it there for a moment. I pushed back against him and clamped down hard, making both of us gasp. This time, instead of a helmeted redhead, it was a pigtailed brunette getting slammed over the bale. Having already come once Leo lasted longer, and where Josie had been left wanting more, I was biting my lip so as not to yell out in ecstasy as I came, his hands on my hips, thrusting hard. He slowed slightly and he gasped out as he shot his second load into me.

Again he seemed embarrassed and started to dress quickly. He didn't seem to know what to do with the condom and I had to suppress a giggle as he put it in his pocket. I just hoped he did his own washing. He stood awkwardly, not knowing how to respond to the situation. I kissed him one last time. "Thanks, Leo. That was a very enjoyable afternoon. And thanks for the blanket!"

He touched my face gently. "You're much better than Josie. Much nicer."

I smiled at him. "She's a great shag, honestly. Don't be scared of her. You were great today. I'll tell her to be gentler with you in future!"

He looked horrified. "No please, don't say anything to her!"

I relented. "Ok, but next time ask her to use her mouth. Go down on her. Don't let her dictate terms. She can be selfish but she can also be very generous. Imagine looking into those green eyes as you blast off!"

He smiled ruefully and reddened again. "You think I haven't already?"

Any further conversation was cut short by the sound of car tyres crunching on the gravel outside. He looked scared. "Oh shit, not my Aunt back already?"

It didn't sound big enough to have been a horse box but it was best not to risk it. He pointed me to the side door of the barn and jumped over a rail into Sasha's box. I worked my way back round to the front of the yard via the tack room to find Daisy leaning on a rail next to a beaten up old Ford. She was feeding hay to one of the horses.

She slowly shook her head as I approached and I could see Leo furtively coming out of Sasha's box, heading for the farmhouse behind the tack room. "Not you as well. Leave the poor lad alone. You and Jones - fucking cradle snatchers!"

I smiled at her nastily. "Evening Daisy. I'd say I've got no idea what you're talking about, but you've probably been watching again. Jealous are we?"

"No not really. Pretty obvious blokes don't do it for me. Lucky lad though, what wi' Josie and now you. I won't tell his auntie if that's what yer worried about. I've been shaggin' in stables and farmyards since I were fifteen. And before yer ask, yes there were some blokes involved. In the early days, before I realised I preferred the female species."

I leaned on the rail alongside her and took some hay to feed to the horse, a large roan. We made small talk for a few minutes about my ride with Sasha, my dalliance with Leo seemingly forgotten. Her straw coloured hair was piled up again, but less of a mess than the last time I had seen her. Her rosy cheeks seemed less weather-beaten. I liked the way she filled her white cotton shirt and if I hadn't just been seen to by Leo, I may have been offering her a roll in the hay. When she deigned to smile it lit up her face and her eyes sparkled.
Maybe it was something in my look that triggered it, but she eventually paused. "Never did take me up on that invite to the Tanners, did yer? Every Thursday." She looked as if a revelation had just popped into her head. "Thursday tomorrow!" She left the rest unsaid.

"From what I've heard I'd need police protection in there!"

"Wouldn't do you much good - two of our crowd are policewomen!"

Laughing, I fed the last of my hay to the horse and straightened myself up. "See you sometime, Daisy." I began to walk back towards the BMW on the other side of the yard. I stopped and glanced back at her.

She was watching me intently. "See ya, Bess..."

Thanks, I thought - was I that memorable? Not bothering to correct her, I paraphrased the words she had said to me a couple of Sundays ago. "I drink in the White Lion, on the High Street. Of a Thursday, which you may have noticed is tomorrow. Six o'clock." I shrugged nonchalantly and mimicked her accent and the way she had signed off to me the previous time. "Just sayin' like..."

I saw her mouth drop open as I walked to the car.

Chapter Two. Thursday - Just Sayin', Like!

I've had enough holiday and weekend jobs in my short life to have witnessed some 'workplace banter', but the stuff going on as Josie and Izzy dashed around the kitchen of Confection Confidential was making even my ears curl.

Josie was holding court as she placed delicate sugar leaves on a beautiful cake they were finishing off so that I could deliver it later. "So there I am with my arms stretched out wide, tied to these bloody posts. I'm bending over a pommel horse kind of thing, and wearing nothing but thigh length boots and a smile. Red they were. Fucking hot, I can tell you. Literally and metaphorically."

I was sitting on a stool, leg dangling lazily, munching on some scraps of icing while the two women performed a ballet around the cake in the middle of the kitchen table, their delicate acts at odds with the filth emanating from the inimitable Josie.

She went on, concentrating as she picked up another piece of sugar work with tweezers. "So I've got this fucking great dick up my arse and this other well-hung stud wanders over casually and inserts Tab A into Slot B and I'm being fucking spit-roasted like-"

Any further musings were cut short as a bell tinkled to signal that someone was out front wanting to be served in the small shop area.

Josie glanced up, muttering under her breath. "Oh fuck, bloody Jess Phillips and her bratty offspring. Good job she's got twins, coz no-one in their right mind would fuck her a second time. Once must have been bad enough." She waved airily. "Hi Jess, just a mo!" She looked at me. "Be a sweetie and get that for us, will you darling. The till is quite easy to get the hang of."

I got up and made to go through to the front shop. "It's ok, Josie. I used to help my Mum in her craft shop. I'm used to the retail sector... and snot-nosed brats."

She never looked up. "Good for you, sweetie. Use tongs. You'll have been fiddling around down below, I bet."

"At least it would make your shitty cakes taste better." I winked at Izzy and opened the shop door, smiling brightly at the woman in front of me and her two rosy-cheeked five year old twins. I leaned forward over the counter towards them, marvelling at how 'nice' Bethany had suddenly emerged. "Hello, what can I get for you two little tinkers today?"

"Minions!" came the high-pitched, chorused reply. I could only imagine the reaction from the room behind me as I scooped up half a dozen smiling yellow cup cakes and boxed them up.

I came back in wiping my hands, smiling benignly. "Lovely kids - what's the problem?"

Josie growled, sounding like my old bear Bruno when you press his tummy. "Effing hate kids..."

I scowled at her. "Good job you're not in a customer facing business that encourages children to buy your products then, isn't it? As with poor old Leo, treat them like fucking human beings and you might get some change out of them..."

Izzy was giggling to herself. "Girl's got a point, Jose."

She growled again. "Fuck off the pair of you. Can't help it if I get my two careers mixed up from time to time." She looked up at me, now perched back on my stool. "And as for you madam - stealing my best toy-boy, I hear?"

"And treating him like the lovely young man he is, not a piece of meat, Josie. He got me off very nicely, unlike you and your bloody rabbit fuck."

"Yes and a little bird tells me you got a belly full of his spunk as well."

I looked hard at Izzy. "That's the last time I tell you anything naughty, little bird!"

She looked embarrassed as she went on icing. "Sorry babes, didn't think it was a secret. We share everything here." She grinned up at me. "As you can tell from my dear wife's little recitation, right down to the last sordid detail!"

I loved these two - they were such great fun. "Yes, I bet you do. I didn't hear the ending though." I turned to Josie. "Was that the one where you swallowed seventeen loads and had to be stomach pumped? I'm sure I saw that one on Kink.Com the other week."

She never missed a beat as she tweaked another leaf. "Twenty one loads, actually. You couldn't have seen it - hasn't come out yet darling - I haven't found a publisher that will pay enough." She stood up at last. "There, that's this little fucker ready for the off - time for you to stop corrupting us with this dirty chatter, Bethany dear, and get in your little pink van!"

I groaned. "Aw Josie - I thought you'd drop it off on your way to Brighton."

"I'm going to a fucking trade fair. On my bike. How am I going to deliver that masterpiece on a bloody Kawasaki?"

I shrugged. "I dunno. Make wheels for it and tow it?"

She threw me the van keys as she began boxing up the cake. She pointed at the cake then the door. "Go on, grab hold of that and fuck off... and when you come back... fuck off again!"

I didn't mind really - in fact I was loving it. I was doing something useful and we had been playfully at each other's throats since I started last week. It reminded me of Allie, Alice and the others. It was just the way we carried on, but maybe without so much sheer filth in there!

I loaded the cake very carefully into the van and as I went back to close the kitchen door, I heard Josie. She was speaking normally for a change. "Maybe we should get a full-time assistant when she goes back. She's proving really useful."

Then it was Izzy's turn. "Does she have to go back to college? I could cover her in yellow icing and take a week to lick it off!"

I tried to imagine myself as a Minion. Maybe I'd buy some dungarees and goggles just to encourage Izzy. I was buzzing as I made the delivery to a village a few miles out of town.

When I got back it was almost five o'clock. I had made my mind up - what the hell; I was going to the White Lion. Izzy was still doing her dervish act around the kitchen, her jet black hair tied up under a small cap. I perched back on my stool with a warm glow down below thinking of what she had said earlier, nibbling on another icing scrap. I'd have to stop doing that or I'd be going back to college spotty, with no teeth and fat as a pork pig.

"Can I help with anything?"

"No, you're fine thanks. Just sit and chill. What time are you off?"

I looked at my watch. "I'll get there for about five thirty. No idea if she'll turn up or not."

"Will you be disappointed if she doesn't show?"

I shook my head. "Not sure - I may be more disappointed if she does."

"Well either way, if you need a shoulder to cry on..."

Or a shoulder to lick yellow icing off of, maybe?

I made my way to the White Lion very much in two minds.

I sat with a pint and glanced at the big screen in the corner. There was cricket on. It was coming towards the end of the day in the Test Match and England were doing well for once. I felt a pang of home-sickness for one of the very few times that summer as I realised the pictures were coming from the Riverside - Durham's ground - and only a few miles from our college flat. A few of us had spent some pleasant afternoons there in the sunshine over the last couple of years, drinking beer and cider and watching the game unfold. I remembered trying to explain it all to Allie and failing miserably. I suddenly felt a bit empty and had to bite my lip. I was having great fun, but I was missing my mad little Scottish lover so much. When they panned in on a crowd scene, I half expected to see her waving at the camera, mouthing, "Miss you!"

It was now after six and there was no sign of Daisy. Play was due to end at six o'clock, but it had run over as it always seems to do. I decided to stay until the end and watch the last few overs. If she hadn't arrived by then, I'd head home.

I watched for a few more minutes, and just as Jimmy Anderson (no relation to Mick!) had one of the opposition caught at second slip, I heard a Yorkshire accent behind me.

"Good time to get a wicket... just before the close."

I turned and Daisy was standing there. Her straw-bale hair was free for once and still looked an untidy mess, but it suited her, falling well below her shoulders. I was aware of a smaller, dark haired woman with her.

Daisy fiddled with her hands for a moment. She was looking a little sheepish. "Look, erm - I didn't expect you to, you know..." She pointed at me sitting there. I assumed she meant she hadn't expected me to turn up. She indicated the girl to her left. "This is Rachel. Me girlfriend." She went a little red and her voice dropped. "I were just having a bit of fun with yer. Joshin' like..."

I smiled at Rachel. "Hi Rachel. I'm Beth." She nodded, shyly.

Daisy put her hand to her mouth. "Oops. Thought it were 'Bess'. Sorry, I'm a bit shit at names. I were calling Josie 'Jodie' for weeks."

I laughed. "Don't worry; I've been called worse things. And I forgive you. I've been playing a few games myself recently. Some of them work, some... well, never mind, eh? "

"Aye, you stick to Josie." She regarded me ominously. "You should leave them lads alone... all the same, they are." She looked back at her girlfriend, the silent Rachel. "Right, Tanners Arms beckons, eh Rach?"

They made to leave and Daisy hesitated. "Say hello if yer round the stables, yeah?" She pointed at the big screen, now behind me. "Jimmy's got another one - good end to't day!"

I looked round to see another batsman trudging off disconsolately at not having seen out the day. When I looked back Daisy and Rachel were nearly at the door. She turned one last time and I raised my glass to her. She held a hand up and was gone.

I let out a deep breath. Part of me was glad and a small part of me was stinging slightly at the rejection. I realised that the rest of the players were following the dismissed batsman off the ground. The wicket had signalled the end of the day's play.

I drained my glass and started to head home. That's how I thought of it now. How things had moved on in a few weeks. I left the pub and was about to turn along the High Street when I thought back an hour or so.

Either way, if you need a shoulder to cry on...

On a whim, I turned down a narrow alleyway that led alongside the pub to the town square hoping she'd still be there. I crossed the small square and walked up to the front door of Confection Confidential. I looked through the glass and saw movement in the room behind the shop area. I pressed a small intercom button and heard a buzz inside. A shadowy figure moved to pick up at the far end.

I heard a crackly voice. "Hello - Confection Confidential..."

I tried to sound as if my world had just caved in. "Can poor Bethany come in please?"

The connection went dead and I saw the inner door open. I pressed my nose to the window, my breath steaming up the glass. Izzy walked across the shop, unpinning her hair. It fell in a cascade down around her slim shoulders and back. She shook it straight as she opened the door.

I put on a sad face, shuffling my feet and scratching my nose. I sniffled and swallowed hard, pretending to blink back tears.

She put her hand to her open mouth, trying not to grin. "Oh, you poor dear, look at the state of you. Whatever can the trouble be?"

I looked at the ground and put on a tiny voice. "Nasty lezzy woman blowed me out, Izz."

"Thank fuck for that!" She pulled me inside and kissed me tenderly.

Once we prised ourselves apart, she locked up and a few minutes later I was back in the pub and she was drinking beer and me cider. I was longing for another bout of fabulous sex with her - we seemed to have gelled so well in our previous time together. I was so glad Daisy had given me the heave-ho. Izzy was such a lovely, bubbly and fun person to be with and despite the obvious differences, she reminded me a lot of Allie. Josie was a lucky lady.

She picked up on the theme I'd overheard them discussing earlier, but unfortunately there was no mention of yellow icing. She was teasing me. "So, you're doing well with our deliveries. Fancy a full time job?"

I took a drink and put my finger to my mouth, considering. "Erm, yes ok. I'll just blow out my degree and drive a little pink van around country lanes for the rest of my life!"

"Great, you can start tomorrow!" Her lovely face lit up. "Seriously, got any plans? Biology degree, Josie said - is that right?"

I nodded enthusiastically. "Yeah. I really love it. I'd like to do zoo work, research stuff. I've done some volunteering at a wildlife park near Mum's during holidays and it was great fun being around the animals." I smiled as the memories came back. "I tried to smuggle out a penguin and a red panda, but I got caught."

Izzy had such a lovely smile. "I bet you'd be great at it. Josie says you got on well with Sasha. He really likes you. Scares me half to death... and don't get me started on Shadow. It's those teeth that do it for me!"

I took a wistful sip of cider. "I just love animals. Hopefully I can find something that will allow me to work with them." I cocked my head. "I doubt our little heavy folk band will make me rich, so it looks like I'll need to work. I suppose I could deliver cakes, but I bet Josie would insist on the uniform, so that rules that one out I'm afraid."

Izzy sat back, stretching. "Ah well, the Confection Industry mourns the loss of a great talent! I bet you've got loads of other talents, though. You could do anything!"

I put a hand over my eyes. "I sometimes think the only real talent I have suits me for the world of adult entertainment. Or on the books of Gina's agency."

She sat upright, suddenly very interested. "Ooh yeah, I'd pay to watch you!"

We spent a mad few minutes working out scenarios in which I could deliver cakes by day, do a naughty webcam from their kitchen during my breaks, look after animals at weekends and make porn movies in the evening. I'd have Thursday evenings off to run a BDSM orgy in the upstairs room of the Tanners Arms. I almost had enough time to sleep a few hours every other night.

Once my choice of career had been sorted out and our drinks were replenished, we got to chatting about their business. They had worked together in private catering and started out making cup cakes in the cottage shortly after they got together, initially for the village fete. They went down a storm, so they began doing them for local farmers markets. As it became a success they opened the shop in town and had never looked back. They still did some catering work, but the cakes had just about taken over their working lives. She took a sip of beer and leaned forward confidentially.

"Speaking of Josie - she won't be back tonight. She's doing the pre-conference dinner thing. I hate all that corporate shit, so I'm heading down in the morning for the rest of it. Since you've been so cruelly rejected, fancy a bit of... you know?"

I realised we were at the same table Sienna and I had been sitting at when we played out our little seduction game. It was fast becoming a favourite place of mine. I shook my head pretending to look puzzled. "Sorry, Izz, a bit of what?" Then I got all excited. "Ooh, gonna teach me how to ice a cake?"

She wrapped her long hair around a slim, elegant finger and looked very coy. "Well there may be ice involved." She ran her finger around the top of her glass. "And possibly honey." She put her hand on her chin and thought a bit more. "Cherries are good. Make a lovely pop when you suck 'em out." She stared at the ceiling, counting off on her fingers. "Skittles... jelly beans... grapes..."

As she spoke, my smile was getting wider and wider. I took hold of her hand and I was next to count on her elegant slim fingers. "Cucumbers?"

We weren't in the pub very much longer, but we did have to detour to the supermarket to pick up a Cucumis sativus. The courgette came in rather handy too.

Chapter Three - Friday Night Part One

I gazed a little wearily across the room and was vividly reminded of the comment Josie had made yesterday about being spit-roasted.

Except that this time she wasn't tied up.

I couldn't tell if Matt was in Josie's back passage or pussy, but Jeff, the guy in front of her, was certainly 'inserting Tab A into Slot B' as she had so eloquently put it. Her red hair was tossing under the joint onslaught.

Izzy was on the floor near me, lapping at a girl with blue streaks in her short shaggy mane while Nathan took her from behind. Blue-Streak had just arrived so I'd not had the pleasure. Everyone was fully clothed. It was one of the rules of Josie's party - a party I hadn't expected to be attending. I had been anticipating an evening of robotic entertainment in the Panic Room before a Skype from Izzy changed the complexion of the weekend rather dramatically.

At least everyone was fully clothed but me. I was naked, covered in cum and pussy juices and very happy indeed. I stood, leaning unsteadily on the doorpost of the living room for a long while, surveying the scene in front of me. Izzy glanced up from her mouthful and grinned. Putting my hands together on my cheek, I mimed being sleepy and she pointed to a room off the hallway. I blew her a kiss and gave a little unseen wave to the rest of the room. I made a token effort to clean up but tiredness overcame me. As I fell into a deep, satisfied sleep I was vaguely aware of the blue-haired girl standing in the doorway. She smiled and closed the door for me.

Izzy had dropped me back at the shop early that morning before heading down to Brighton for the Trade Fair. Seven thirty was horribly early for someone not used to the dark side of nine o'clock and whilst Izzy was as bright as a button, I was my usual self when denied a decent lie in, despite the company.

I still felt sticky from last evening's honey, but given the amount of time we spent in the shower afterwards, it must have all come off. I could still smell it though, and it brought back the heady aroma of it mixed with Izzy's musky natural smell. It was like Viagra - one sniff and you'd either be soaking wet or rock hard depending upon which side you bat for. I'd probably get stung by a bee today in retribution.

I was also concerned there may still be a cherry up there somewhere, but Izzy assured me she had counted them all in and counted them back out again.

She opened up the shop and we loaded the only two deliveries I had for the day into the van, which I had christened Pinkie. I went to give Izzy a goodbye kiss and five minutes later we managed to drag ourselves apart, thankful that there was no-one else around in the communal yard at the back of the shop at that time in the morning. I was wearing a pair of Izzy's knickers and they were already wet.

She got into her car and wound the window down. "See you Monday. Get yourself well fucked in the meantime!" She pointed at my nether regions. "And I want those panties back..." She reversed and spun the car round, opening the passenger side window as she began to leave. She stopped and leaned over, grinning. "...unwashed!"
I waved as she turned out of the yard and glanced at my watch. It was still only seven thirty five and the coffee shop on the Square didn't open until eight. Carefully avoiding my deliveries, I got into the back of Pinkie and played with something else pink for a while.

And it wasn't icing.

I washed my hands before I had my coffee. I like my own taste almost to the point of craving it, but my morning coffee is sacrosanct. I was back to being Beth-No-Mates. All my new pals were off doing something that didn't involve me; Gina in New England, Sam somewhere up north on cricket tour, the Napier-Joneses down in Brighton for the weekend. Sienna was still in Greece and I had no real excuse to visit the stables.

Ah well, it had been a while since I'd had a bit of 'me time'. I resolved to go back to what had been Plan A for the early part of the summer, except that now I didn't just have a couple of almost worn-out old vibes to play with - I had a whole loft full of machinery with which to entertain myself. It had been a while since I had raided Gina's wine stock, so once my day's work was done, which wasn't very long, I was back in Sycamore Avenue, selecting a nice bottle of Merlot for later.

I went up to my room and got naked. Gina must have some suntan lotion, I thought, and sure enough I found some nice high-factor stuff in her wardrobe. I'd rather she had been there to rub it in, but I got myself nicely slathered in it and went back to retrieve the little tin that Izzy had given me. There were eight nicely rolled little presents in there and I took one out, grabbed a large towel from the bathroom and a pillow from the bed and went back down.

It was blissful lying there in the garden, with the sun beating down, the birds chirping in the trees. I was lovely and mellow from Izzy's gift and a cold bottle of cider was keeping one hand busy whilst the other was giving me more action in the pink zone. I kept pressing the cold end of the bottle against my hot, wet pussy, remembering how it felt when Izzy had been slipping slivers of ice in there last night. She had sucked the cold water out as it melted and alternated between dribbling it into my mouth or onto my trembling body. I dug deeper as I thought of straddling her and letting the ice water drip out on to her face and mouth before she took me to places I never thought a strap-on could go.

She was one of the gentlest lovers I had ever had. Everything was a complete sensual adventure with her. Taste, smell, texture, temperature - it all mattered to her and I loved the experience. She said that she and Josie could get pretty violent on occasions and had often given each other scratches and bruises they got so carried away. They brought out the beast in each other. Izzy was only like that with Josie though, preferring a gentler touch with her other lovers.

Josie on the other hand liked to dominate virtually every lover, male or female, as I had found out. It sounded like I had got off lightly in the Panic Room and Izzy was almost speechless to find that I hadn't been given a taste of Josie's cat o'nine tails. It also became apparent that she had gone gently on me with the nipple weights. Izzy was addicted to them and had promised to show me her clover clamps and other devices, preferably when Josie was not there so she could break me in gently with them.

It was so peaceful and quiet lying there that it was no surprise when I began to nod off. I was just going under when I heard a notification bleep from my tablet which was on the grass next to me. I checked my watch. It was only three thirty - way too early for Allie.

I picked up the tablet feeling slightly disconnected and brought up Skype.

INJ88: I'm bored. I hate trade fairs. Have you got yourself laid yet?

Bloody hell Izzy, give me a chance, girl!

BethThePixie: I was about to get off with a cider bottle and my own left hand till you interrupted. (grumpy emoji)

INJ88: Oops, sorry! Thought you might be shagging Sam or someone.

BethThePixie: He's off playing cricket somewhere. I may be a ravishing and sexy Pixie Queen, but I can't conjure lovers out of thin air.

INJ88: We can!

BethThePixie: Great, good for you. Enjoy. Not fucking jealous at all. Really, no - I'm not...(envy emoji)

INJ88: Come down - loads of time before the fun starts!

BethThePixie: Would love to but I've had one of your naughty little pressies and some cider. Too risky to drive (sad emoji)

INJ88: Ooh wish I was there to share, give you a nice blowback while I lose my left hand in your gorgeous puss!

BethThePixie: Stop it! Puss already wet. Will be watering the garden with it at this rate.

INJ88: So get yourself down here! Ever heard of that crazy new-fangled invention called the train? Less than an hour door to door...

I didn't have to consider my response for long. A night of chugging machinery upstairs or a weekend of debauchery on the South Coast?

BethThePixie: Urgent message for Izzy Napier-Jones - send co-ordinates immediately! Will find train if I have to hijack one! (smile emoji) (kiss emoji) (devil emoji)

INJ88: Yay, go girl! Co-ordinates incoming. You won't regret it, it's gonna get messy! Josie says wear a dress or a skirt. Tell ya why later!

Twenty minutes later I was out of breath as I showed the man in the ticket office my Student Railcard and got a third off my journey down to Brighton. Izzy had sent me the address and said it was only ten minutes from the station. It was her old apartment, which they had kept on when she moved in with Josie. It was handy for her parent's place and they spent a lot of weekends there having, as I was to find out, rather fine gatherings. They rented it out on Airbnb when they weren't using it. Josie had mused that it was probably the first time an Airbnb property was used for more genteel things when it was rented out than when the owners were at home.

As the train pulled into the penultimate station, I tapped the address into Google Maps on my phone and the nice lady began to tell me how to get there. I had borrowed my headphones back from Bruno, who had looked at me indignantly at being denied his tech-metal for the weekend. I followed the instructions and immediately liked the feel of Brighton. The flat was just off the Lanes area and I loved the narrow complex of streets with lovely shops, pubs, restaurants and stalls. I resolved to visit tomorrow, if I could still walk straight.

I was greeted with a hug from Izzy and a growl from Josie. "Fucking hell, Izz. Inviting the bloody delivery girl to an orgy? What the hell next?"

I put on a frightened voice, hugging her tightly, burying my face in her hair. "No like it here... Beth want to go home..."

Izzy grinned as she held me tight. I loved the feel of her slim body against mine. "Don't worry, little Pixie - I'll protect you from the evil witch!"

Josie let out a booming, madwoman's laugh. "Too late, little girl. No going back for you now. We'll eat you all up and spit out your bones!"

I broke away from Izzy and rummaged in my shoulder bag, bringing out a small parcel. I unwrapped Izzy's dirty knickers and reaching over, rubbed them in Josie's face, relishing the look of amusement and shock it caused in both women.

I took Izzy's hand as she covered her grin with the other. "Come on, Izz - I saw a nice looking pub on the corner. Let's go and grab a beer while old stinky face cleans herself up." I looked back at Josie, who was almost doubled up with laughter, Izzy's panties balled in her hand. She threw them at me and I caught them easily. I returned them to Izzy. "Yours I believe, Mrs Napier Jones?"

Izzy took them from me. "Why thank you for returning them, darling." She sniffed them. "My you do smell good, can't wait for later." She threw them back at Josie. "Stick them in the wash, stinky face. I'll get you a Pimms - come on Beth, let's go drink beer!"

We got our drinks and settled in a quiet corner. Josie joined us a few minutes later looking radiant. "Deliveries all made, I hope?"

"Yes, all cakes liberally dosed with laxative. Those kiddie parties will go down in local history."

Josie took a sip of her drink. "You keep giving me ideas, Beth darling. I'd love to if I thought it wouldn't ruin our business. And remind me on Monday to give you a particularly shitty job for that little stunt with Izzy's panties..."

Izzy interrupted. "Bollocks, woman. You love it when I gag you with a pair of my panties and-"

It was my turn to interrupt. "Erm, ladies, maybe a bit too much information for a nice quiet Friday evening drink? How did the trade fair go?"

Josie looked at me like I had farted at a wedding. "If stuffing dirty knickers in my mouth is not considered suitable conversation, then work is definitely a no-no. All I'll say is, it's over for another year. It is done and we have this evening to consider."

My eyes went wide in anticipation. "Ooh yeah, come on - you've got the beans. Time to spill them!"

Josie looked sadly at Izzy and pointed at me. "Is she all there, Izz? I'm sure there's something missing..."

I tugged her sleeve urgently. "Yes, there is something missing - info about tonight. Beth horny... Beth need to know. Spill the beans, woman!"

Josie looked stern. "What do you need to know? People turn up and fornicate. Simple, darling. I've seen you - you can do it. Just open your legs and hitch your dress up. Not necessarily in that order of course, but you get my drift."

"Can't I take my dress off?" It was my best red one that Gina had bought me a few weeks earlier.

She did a facepalm. "Oh Izzy, didn't you tell her?"

Izzy nodded. "Course I did. Didn't I, Beth?"

I had obviously missed something. "Well you said dress code, but I assumed that was for now. I expected the naughty part of the evening to maybe feature a degree of nakedness?"

Josie sucked on the lemon in her drink, wincing at the acidity of it. "We like to ring the changes, Beth. Sometimes it's fetish stuff - leather, latex. Sometimes fancy dress, cosplay. We've had girl only nights, mixed, even got a tranny in one night. Wow, that was fun!" We lost her for a moment as she recalled something from the evening. "Sorry, great memory, eh Izz? The look on Nathan's face when he realised she had a dick!" She went misty eyed. "Sorry, I digress... back to tonight. We thought it would be different to do a fully clothed one for a change. No underwear allowed but the girls must keep their dresses or blouses/skirts on and the boys their trousers and shirts. We saw it on a porn site and it looked like fun..."

I looked horrified. "Oh cheers, thanks for telling me. I turn up with one dress for the weekend and now it's going to get all messed up. I'll just wander round Brighton with cum all over me shall I?"

Josie gave me a hard stare. "Darling, you should see some of the bloody sights out there over a weekend. Cum-stained dresses are the least of it! If the worst comes to the worst, borrow something of Izzy's. You two lanky buggers are about the same height. Thank God I'm a short-arse - no chance of sharing my lovely wardrobe."

She stood up. "Right, get those beers drunk, ladies - preparations need to be made."

I wanted another drink. "Like what? You're wearing a dress. I assume no knickers. Looks like you're all set to me."

Josie made a face. "You two have another drink; I'm going to have a shower. I need to be fragrant - it's going to be a long night."

She leaned in close to me as she stood to leave and whispered in my ear. "Been dying to see that lovely little mouth of yours stuffed with cock since I first saw you." She tweaked my nose. "See cum dripping off that cute little retroussé nose of yours." She grinned wickedly and left.

Izzy whispered in the other ear, "Hopefully dripping off into my mouth."

We had another drink.

It was a long night.

Chapter Four - Friday Night Part Two

I was leaning over the back of the sofa and Matt was taking me from behind, my dress rucked up around my hips, his hands alternating between stroking the sensitive skin on the inside of my thighs, and cupping my breasts gently. It felt strange but quite pleasant feeling the roughness of his trousers as they rubbed against my buttocks. I'd have said he was late twenties like Nathan and they both looked quite similar with trendy beards and curly, wiry hair. I had been expecting them to be a bit full of themselves given the exalted company they kept, but they seemed nice enough guys, just fairly ordinary blokes who had lucked out into getting into such a group of friends.

It was such a turn on to see Izzy and Josie fucking. Izzy was straddling a tall guy with longish blonde hair, her movements slow and languid. She was wearing a simple white shirt and a short skirt giving the impression of a school uniform. It was so short it didn't need hitching up. She had upped the ante by also wearing a pair of sheer, shiny black leggings which she had adapted for the evening by cutting a hole to allow ample access to her glorious nether regions. Her black hair was shining in the candlelight as she rode. Jeff, her lover, had unbuttoned her shirt and was playing with her nipples. He was a bit different to the other two and with his piercing eyes, long hair and chiselled features, I could imagine him turning my head in the street where the other two, although not unpleasant to look at, would not.

I could have watched Izzy all night, but Josie was also a sight to behold. She was on her knees in front of Nathan, who along with Matt had entertained Gina and Josie whilst Sam and I had our first night proper. He was getting the benefit of her amazing mouth, but the lucky guy was getting double the pleasure as a silver-blonde named Leah was helping Josie out and his head was rocked back in ecstasy as the two of them worked on him. Josie was dressed identically to Izzy except she had added a school tie for effect, and the effect was rather alluring. Leah was in a simple yellow summer dress and it made the actions she was performing seem all the more filthy.

I'd have put Leah in her late thirties or early forties, a similar age to Josie. She had silvery blonde hair, piled up in an ornate chignon, a distinctive and very attractive Roman nose a wide kissable mouth that looked tailor-made for the job she was currently undertaking.

Izzy had introduced us earlier, sensing my tension as guests began to arrive, getting drinks, making small talk and availing themselves of a hookah similar to the one I had enjoyed at Josie's cottage. Leah led me to the hookah and we got ourselves nicely mellow before she took me out onto a small balcony. She offered me a cigarette, but I refused, still keeping up my good intentions. As she lit it, I had a vision of her and Josie making out, with smoke drifting up languidly as they kissed.

Another regular on their scene, she knew Gina and had worked briefly with her agency a few years before. She was pleasant company and put me at my ease, especially when she suggested we go and 'break some ice.' We spent a very pleasant twenty minutes firstly on the balcony, then in Josie and Izzy's bedroom getting each other nicely primed for bigger things to come. By the time Josie dragged us both back into the main area we were looking forward to some full-on action.

I lost count of the interactions over the next hour or so. How Gina recalled parties like this so vividly was beyond me. It was a complete blur - one moment I was on my knees with a cock in my mouth, the next I was being taken from behind as I lapped at a wet pussy. Josie liked to keep things moving along, so she would move us on to different partners every few minutes. "Can't have things getting stale, darlings, can we now?" It did make for some pleasant scenarios though, and the fact we were almost fully dressed leant a certain piquance to proceedings.

I had my first orgasm as Jeff pumped away as I lay in top of Izzy, sucking at her clit until I thought it would pop off into my mouth. Her face was inches below my pussy as Jeff and I came I wished I had been able to see the sight as she sucked his cum from my pussy and his cock as I plunged my fingers into her. As Jeff rolled off I lay panting on the floor, looking at possibly the most alluring sight I had seen that summer. Izzy was lying back, her beautiful face glazed with jizz, a trickle of it dribbling from the corner her mouth. If I hadn't already come, I'd have fetched off there and then at the sight of it. She lifted her head up, her face alive with a lovely smile, blowing a cum bubble. Giggling at the sight, I fell on her, aware of Josie and Leah watching us intently as they rocked back and forth under their respective onslaughts.

I thought Izzy was going to devour me whole. Some small part of me wanted the rest of them to dissolve into thin air so I could enjoy this moment with her alone. As we kissed, moaning into each other's mouths, I felt a heavy wet splash on my cheek. Surprised, I pulled away from Izzy and Leah was kneeling next to us, her lovely wide mouth spilt into a huge grin.

"Sorry girls, she made me do it, honestly..." She pointed up at Josie, looking back down at us with a wicked grin on her face. Leah had Matt's cock in her hand. Her expert shot had landed on my cheek and shoulder and Izzy's chin. We now had two lots of cum to play with, so we put on a little show for our adoring public as Leah finished off the last few drops from Matt's cock.

Josie was now bouncing on Nathan like a woman possessed, his cock slamming into her bushy red haired cunt, a wonderful contrast to the shiny black leggings that Izzy had adapted for them. I resolved to ask Izzy to make me a pair and wondered if I could find some in Allie's size so I could take her some as well. Josie's tie was pulled down to tit level and her shirt was open. I was forcibly reminded of my friend Sienna and her tale of seducing Rick, our gym teacher at school when she was eighteen. She had been the sexiest schoolgirl I had ever seen and if you are reading this Sienna Williamson, I am sorry but you are now number two. The schoolgirl uniform on a woman of Josie's age and bearing left me almost speechless. (And Sienna, honestly babe, it is a very close second!)

Nathan's bottom was on the edge of the sofa and Josie was going on him reverse cowgirl. From my angle I had a perfect view of proceedings. Izzy had moved to add her mouth to the process and pulled me in alongside her. Our tongues lapped at Josie's clit and I could feel Nathan's cock rubbing against my wet chin as he moved inside her. The heat, smell and taste of it all was incredible and the despite only having recently come, I was starting to feel a tingle down below already. Nathan cried out as he came inside her and the double tonguing from Izzy and brought forth a torrent of sheer filth from Josie's mouth and a torrent of juices into our mouths as she squirted, hands in our hair, still bucking wildly on poor Nathan. His cum mixed with hers as we lapped it up and she slowly slid off him, purring like the felines she loved so much.

Nathan shook his head in disbelief. "This place just keeps getting better and better!"

I had to agree with him, but somewhere, a small voice of reason sounded in the back of my mind. 'Have you seen the state your dress is getting into?'

However, I didn't have to worry about my dress for too much longer, as Josie had other intentions for me. Despite her earlier insistence on everyone being clothed for the evening, for my 'induction', I was the only one who was to be naked.

There was a natural break in proceedings and I went to clean up a little and grab a drink from the kitchen. Jeff came over and I poured him some wine. He seemed a lovely guy, and if it hadn't been for Sam, I may have tried to take things further with him. We chatted about this and that as though we hadn't just been in the middle of a torrid, cum-splashed orgy for the last hour. Josie and Leah went out for a smoke and I got my wish from earlier as I saw Josie kissing the blonde woman tenderly, her hand sliding under her yellow dress as they leaned on the railing.
Izzy fired up the hookah once more and those of us that partook had a little hit. I wandered out onto the balcony and joined the two out there. They were leaning on the rail, Josie with the cigarette in her left hand nearest to me. I had resolved a few times over the summer to kick the habit and I had relapsed a few times. I decided to make my last ever smoke memorable, so I took the cigarette from Josie's hand.

She gave me a hard stare. "I thought you'd stopped that, Hamilton. Get some fucking sense that I never had, girl."

I smiled at her and took a long pull on it. I held the smoke in for a moment, and then pulling her towards me, I met her lips in a long, indulgent, smoky kiss.

I felt her tremble as we did it; her years of fetish work had given her love of erotic smoke-play.

I let her go, handing the cigarette back and smiled at her. She looked slightly stunned. "I have stopped." I paused. "At least now I have. I just wanted my last one to be memorable. Whenever I think I want a cigarette in future, I'll see the look on your face as I did that and I'll know it can never be better."

I heard a purr from behind her. "I see why you and Isadora are so smitten with this gorgeous creature, Josephine darling. Bethany you must come and visit me and my friends up in London."

Josie shook her head at me. "Don't even think about, sweetie-pie. I may play at BDSM - this one goes to some places I've never even heard of. She's not called Leah-jet for nothing!"

"Oh Josephine, Isadora positively adores our little sessions. She managed a full five minutes last week!"

"Yes, well Leah-jet darling - you may hang my darling wife from hooks, but you ain't getting your dirty little paws on this girl." She turned to me and shrugged. "Ask Izzy - I don't understand it. Better still, look up 'body suspension' on Google. If you can keep your stomach down that is."

I didn't need to. I'd seen a Jane's Addiction concert where girls are suspended above the stage from hooks through their skin - willingly, of course. I knew Izzy did some weird stuff, but that? "What, Izzy does that?"

Leah spoke. "She's learning and learning fast. It really is quite addictive. You should try it darling!"

I felt a hand on my shoulder and heard Izzy from behind me. "Sorry babes, I'll tell you all about it one day - if you want to hear it. Leah - I'll be there on Wednesday, I'll try for seven this time!"

I took a deep breath. "Ok, things just got kinda weird. Given my past history with tattoo needles and piercings I think I'll pass. If I ever change my mind, you'll be the first to know, ladies but don't hold your breath."

I turned to Izzy and kissed her on the nose. "Respect - you are fucking amazing Isadora Chan Napier-Jones!"

Josie growled. "She's fucking mental, that's what she is. Now, you just said things are getting weird, Beth darling and you are correct. Ladies, I believe it is time. Back into the main room please, all of you."

The others turned and left, but Josie grabbed me by the hand and pulled me back. She now took a long pull on her cigarette and it was her turn to pull me onto her. We kissed for a very long time before we broke apart, slightly breathless. She flicked the last of the cigarette out into the night. "May as well go out in style eh," she whispered. "Now get your pretty little arse back in there and sit on the sofa for me please, sweetie.

My mind racing, I trooped back inside. I was intrigued, and sat as instructed. The others gathered around in a loose semi circle. My heart began to pitter-patter.

There was a long, low coffee table down the centre of the room on which the hookah stood. Josie cleared the table as Izzy went into their bedroom, emerging with a thick rug. She put the rug over the coffee table and stood with the rest.

Josie stood facing me with her hands on her hips. She didn't have to raise her voice to command attention. Everyone's eyes were on her. Everyone else knew what was coming but me. It was time to officially induct the 'new girl' into their group.

Josie's purr was a lovely sound at the best of times, but when she was full of pent-up lust, it was off the scale. "Ladies and gentlemen, as ever a warm welcome to our little soirée. Tonight, as I am sure you are now aware, we have the pleasure of introducing a newcomer to our group; the delicious, cum-bucket slut of an angel that is known to the world as Miss Bethany Alexandra Allegra Hamilton." She paused for a moment and looked at me. "See, I do pay attention... Allegra!"

My heart was now pounding. What the fuck had Josie in store for me now? Izzy was grinning from ear to ear.

Josie held out a hand and beckoned me towards her. "Please, sweetie - if you'd come forward."

I stood up, straightening my dress, noting the stains on it from earlier and fluffed my hair out. I moved round in front of the sofa to stand in front of Josie, hands behind my back, as demure as expression as I could muster on my face. The theatre was pure Josie and I was sure I was going to love it. I put a finger to my mouth and bit it. I heard Izzy moan - she loved seeing me do it. I looked at the group one by one, twirling one toe-tip into the carpet as though perplexed. I let out a little giggle, and said as coyly as I could muster, my eyes and mouth wide open. "What are you people going to do to me?"

I heard a low whisper from Leah. "Oh, lucky girl..."

Josie took my hand. "My darling wife Isadora - the utterly ravishing Oriental schoolgirl over there - has a vivid imagination. She thinks this beautiful creature is an elf or a pixie or some such nonsense. I myself - and I am sure by now all of the rest of you - just think of her as a drop-dead gorgeous babe who is also a great fuck. So with no further ado, it is with great pleasure that I invite you all to assist me in officially inducting Bethany into our little band of brethren."

Her hand moved to the zip on the back of my dress and she slowly divested me of it. I tried to be as elegant as I could as I stepped out of it. Izzy had loaned me some stiletto heels and whilst I liked the look and feel of them, as with the boots I wore during the evening with Gina and Mick, I felt like a drunken giraffe on stilts.

Josie appraised me. "Doesn't she look ravishing, everyone?" There was an approving murmur from the throng. She beckoned to me once more. "Please, Beth darling, be an angel and lie down there for me, would you sweetie? This won't hurt a bit, honestly darling."

It was my turn to put my hands on my hips. I lowered my voice to a breathy whisper. "Won't hurt? What's the fucking point of that, then?" A laugh went up as I lay on the table, feeling the softness of the rug beneath me. I glanced up at Izzy, her face glowing in anticipation.

She mouthed to me, "Gonna love this, babes!" It was the last thing I saw for a while as Josie put a blindfold on me.

It was almost eerily quiet. I lay breathing heavily, hearing and feeling movements around me. I felt someone's lips on mine and heard Leah say, "Good luck, see you on the other side." She ran her tongue along my lips and I felt someone's hands on my ankles, gently pulling my legs apart. Then there was the feel of the head of a cock gently pressing against my pussy lips. I could feel a small hand - probably Josie's - holding it, rubbing it across my clit and pussy. My ankles were lifted higher and I felt them gripped in a pair of large hands. I fought down thoughts of Sam's big hands on me. This was no place for Sam.

As the unseen cock slid into me, I gasped and as I did, I felt a tongue on my left nipple - Izzy. The tongue stud was the giveaway. Thicker lips took my right nipple between them. I felt Leah's large, distinctive nose rubbing on my tittie as she sucked. I was wondering what was next when I felt something velvety rub across my cheek. I turned my head towards it, relishing the feel of it there, wondering which of them it was. I assumed Josie was doing the work again, and as the head of the cock was rubbed across my lips, I felt another being stroked down my other cheek. I opened my mouth and took the first one inside. Josie held it to one side as the other head slid in and I felt an incredible rush as I realised I was sucking two cocks simultaneously.

I heard Izzy moan and whisper, "Good girl!" Then Leah's voice. "Mmm, fond memories!" I tried to work out who was who, but they both tasted and felt the same. It was almost too much to bear - the third cock probing gently, my ankles held high, the tongues and lips of the two women on my nipples. I lay in the dark for a few minutes as the sensations washed over me, trying to take it all in. This time, I was determined to have total recall of it. For one thing, Gina was going to need chapter and verse on it. After a few minutes Josie pulled the cocks from my mouth one by one and transferred one of them into each of my outstretched hands. I stroked them both gently, again marvelling at the feel of having two to work on.

I heard Josie's voice once more. "Time for a full house, sweetie." I felt her straddle me and smelled the unmistakable aroma of her glorious snatch as she sat down on me. I got to work with my tongue, trying to process all of the sensations going on around my body. It was almost overload, with six of them working on me in different ways. I felt the blindfold being removed and I now knew how Mick must have felt when Gina and I worked on him back at the Albermarle a few weeks ago. At first a slight disorientation, then blinking from the return of the light. Josie was beaming down at me, her green eyes aglow in the candlelight. She pulled off me and I felt a slight claustrophobia as the bodies around me were revealed; Jeff with my ankles up around his shoulders, Izzy and Leah on tittie duty and Matt to my left, Nathan to my right.

I took Nathan back into my mouth as Matt slipped into Leah and I felt her bite down on my nipple as he entered her. Izzy broke off from trying to separate my nipple from the rest of my breast and began to share Nathan with me.

She grinned as we licked and sucked on him. "Fucking hell, Beth, some bucket list things take years, some never happen. Sharing cock with you has been ticked off in two weeks!"

I moaned and smiled around Matt's shaft before taking it from my lips and pulling her head deep down onto him, holding her there until she gasped for air. Her eyes were bright and shining as I did it again and again, my hand tight in her hair. She was loving it and I loved doing it to her. I let go of her hair and slid my across her shoulder blades, feeling the rough, scarred skin there that gave away her new secret passion, wondering how I had not noticed it before.

Josie was in charge now, and at her instruction Jeff pulled out and she manoeuvred me onto my side. I felt her slather something cold and sloppy on my anus and her finger slipped inside. It felt lovely, but I was still worried at what she had planned as I was still very unused to anal. Izzy and Gina were gently instructing me, but I was still an anal virgin where cocks were concerned.

At least I was for a few more moments. As Josie wriggled her finger inside me, I left the cock-sucking to Izzy for a moment. "Thought you said this wouldn't hurt?"

Josie twisted harder and I gasped. I felt wonderful. "You know me, darling. Terrible liar. Can't be part of the group until you've got one in all three holes, sweetie. House rules."

I heard Leah's voice. "There were only two cocks at my intro!" She sounded disappointed.

"Yes, but I fucked your arse with a dildo, Lear-jet, didn't I?"

As she said it, Izzy held something under my nose. I'd used poppers a couple of times before, but never in this context. I inhaled and felt a rush as it hit my system. I felt Jeff slide slowly back into my pussy and saw Leah's hand move down to massage my clit. I locked eyes with Jeff and he nodded - you'll be ok,, he was saying. Izzy took a deep hit on the popper and her eyes went wide.

Mine went even wider as I felt something hard against my anus. I tried to relax, hoping the popper had done its work and my muscles would relax. I let Izzy take care of Matt and gritted my teeth as guided by Josie, Nathan went in centimetre by centimetre, slowly and gently. He was wearing a condom and I was grateful for that. At first I couldn't move for fear. I tried to recall the butt plug Gina had used on me and the times she and Izzy had gently inserted things in there, but this was different. I thought of Gina taking Mick all the way; concentrated on Jeff and Leah working on my pussy; anything to make me forget the pain.

Izzy held something else to my lips - the hookah. I took a deep hit she clamped her mouth to mine as I blew back the smoke into hers. As she did it, I felt a pair of balls bump against my buttocks and I realised Nathan was in all the way. He began a very gentle motion, hardly moving in me at all. As I took Matt back in my mouth, Josie took hold of my free hand and pumped the air with it.

She shouted into the darkened room, "Well done, sweetie. Welcome to the naughty girls and boys club. Oh, Izz, we really do need a name for this thing of ours..."

As I relaxed I began to enjoy it and they were all so gentle with me. Izzy was stroking my face, purring in my ear, encouraging me, telling me how well I was doing. I was slurping noisily on Matt but I wanted to see the full glory of what was going on lower down, so I let Izzy take over once more and spent a few minutes lying quietly, letting them work on me, trying to separate each sensation. Nathan was towering over me, his head back, eyes screwed tight shut as he tried to keep it slow and steady. I craned my neck to watch his cock going home up my dark, dirty back passage, hearing the slight slurp of the lube which I was so glad Josie had liberally applied. The feel of both cocks doing their magic was amazing and I took Matt back from Izzy and went as deep as I could, euphoria sweeping over me at the thought of what I was experiencing for the first time.

I took Nathan longer than I expected, but at last I had to admit I was done. I reached up and took hold of his hand, giving it a squeeze. He looked down at me and I shook my head gently. He smiled and nodded, slowly backing out. He leaned down and placed a little kiss on each of my buttocks.

I pulled him up and kissed him tenderly. I whispered, "Thank you for being so gentle. It was wonderful!"

He was in the middle of responding when Izzy took another sniff of the popper, grabbed him by the arm and ordered him to fuck her until she screamed. Now free from my once virgin arsehole, he changed his condom for a new one and began pounding on Izzy's back door until she was screaming in ecstasy.

It was another good excuse for an 'all change' as Josie put it. Now I was a fully paid up member and no longer needed the attentions of everyone present, I had managed to position myself so I could lick Izzy's pussy as she was being fucked. Matt was back in my now dripping pussy. Josie was next to me, being slammed by Jeff; Leah was alternating round each group, adding her talented tongue and mouth to the mix where needed.

Everyone was getting close - Matt was going harder and harder, rocking me into Izzy and finally as he pulled out, I felt a splatter onto my buttocks and lower back. Leah was on it like a shot and her lips and tongue were hot on my skin as she licked it off. She offered some to Izzy and then dribbled the rest onto Izzy's pussy as I ate her out.

Seeing I was close, Josie pulled off Jeff and rolled me over onto my back and in a gruff, lustful voice command Jeff to, "Finish her off." She got Izzy's pussy into position over my face, still being pounded from behind by Matt.

Josie and Leah each took hold of one of my ankles and spread my legs high and wide. Jeff was relentless and I felt the tide rising, coming in hard and fast. It almost came out of nowhere, and I came, my lips still clamped to Izzy's pussy, and as I felt the glorious release, she flooded into my mouth. I was shuddering under the impact of Jeff, aware of making a strange squealing noise that was lost in the folds of Izzy's adorable pussy which was in danger of drowning me as she came under Matt's anal assault.

As I came up for air, Jeff pulled out of me. Leah dropped my leg back down and fell on him. He shot his load into Leah's face as she wanked him furiously to climax.

Four down, three to go, and it became two when Nathan went bareback again, this time on Leah. Izzy and I had the pleasure of licking Jeff's cum from her face as he brought her to a shuddering climax.

Josie let out a feral cry and straddled Nathan, the two of them tearing at each other like maniacs as the rest of us watched on. Izzy moved behind her, face glistening with cum as she gripped her wife's tits, pulling on her nipple bars until Josie screamed in pain, ecstasy or both, and Nathan moaned as he shot his load into her.

By now, everyone was cum-drunk so we just lay, panting, coming down from the incredible high, watching quietly as Josie toyed with the sticky ooze running from her pussy. It was all over her fingers and as she held them over her open mouth, she sighed.

"Please come over here Beth..."

I didn't want to move. I groaned and Izzy gave me a little nudge with her foot, a huge grin on her face. I crawled over to the wonderful redhead wondering what was next.

She was breathless, panting out the words. "I said to you earlier I wanted to see cum dripping off your pretty little nose." Smiling, I turned my head for her and she let a long strand dribble off her fingers on to my nose.

I squinted to try and see it as it formed a long, slippery thread, dangling from the end of my cute little hooter. I turned once more as I heard another lustful voice from behind me. "Oh yeah, two bucket lists in one night!"

Izzy's long tongue curled out and caught the blob just as it was about to fall. She swallowed it contentedly and sucked the rest from off my nose.

She looked at me then Josie. Her eyes were shining. She wiped her mouth and slid down onto the floor in a contented heap, her arms around the both of us, pulling us in tight. The others were slumped around the room in similar poses, all completely spent for the moment. Izzy took my hand and let out a long sigh and a little giggle.

"Hey, Jose - is bigamy still illegal in Britain?"

Chapter Five - Saturday

Before I opened my eyes, I had my "strange bed alert" going off in my head. It was after nine and I was in a small room with a single bed and not much else. As it came back to me, I nearly cried at the thought of that incredible night. Had it really happened?

Judging from the smell of me, the state of my crumpled red dress on the floor next to the bed, and most of all the feeling that I still had something inserted in my anus - it was for real alright.

I'd have loved to have gone on for more, especially with the new girl arriving, but I'd had it completely; my shutters were down, as when Gina and I had been with Mick. I had crashed into bed with a warm pussy, a sore botty but above all, a huge glow of pride and euphoria at the things we had done.

I tried to remember where the bathroom was and hoped no-one would be in there and that certain things wouldn't be too painful. When I got back to the bedroom, Izzy had left a pair of black jeans and a plain black t-shirt on the bed, for which I was very grateful. I got dressed, thinking it best that being a Saturday morning I should reinstate my underwear. A spare pair was almost all I had brought with me but at least I had something of my own to wear.

I went into the living area, and being used to the aftermath of student parties was expecting to see utter devastation.

Instead, the place was almost clinically clean. There was nothing out of place, no mess, no strange odours, nothing incriminating.
I wandered into the kitchen to be greeted by Izzy and Josie. They were standing, coffees in hand. Izzy looked me up and down, appraising me in her own clothes. "Hey Sleeping Beauty! Nice threads, where'd you get them?"

I glanced down, unused to seeing myself clad entirely in black. I liked it. "Oh, just some old charity shop junk I threw on." I kissed her thanking her for the loan. I seemed to be wearing a lot of her clothes recently.

Izzy was grinning. "You ok, babes? You look radiant. Hope we weren't too much for you." She patted my bottom and I flinched. "Ouch! Hey, come on, we all know virginity hurts! All downhill now your little ass-cherry's been popped. You'll be ready for Gina's Mick soon!"

Josie looked at me in disgust and took a long lank of my hair in her hand. She turned to Izzy. "Is that the lovely young thing we inducted last night? She would look radiant if it wasn't for the whopping great streak of cum in her hair. Oh, Izz, the sluts we have to put up with." She let it drop and I put my hand up, feeling a bit nauseous at the dried patch. I didn't mind it fresh, but this...

Izzy grimaced. "Eew, and she pulled my t-shirt over it! I hope there's still hot water after three showers..."

Hardly able to get a word in edgeways so far, I looked puzzled. "Three? Am I missing something?"

I jumped as I heard a voice behind me, not expecting anyone else to be there. "Hi, you must be the famous Beth. I'm Trix." There was a faint hint of a foreign accent in there.

I turned to see the girl with the blue-streaked hair standing in the kitchen doorway, the one I had watched from the doorway whilst Izzy was eating her out as she was being doggied by Nathan. She was wearing a towel and nothing else. She was holding her hand out. I was aware of Izzy and Josie grinning at my surprise.

Her shaggy hair was glistening from the shower. There was a tattoo going down her left arm and she had a nose stud and pierced lip. She looked warm and inviting and I wished I'd spent some time with her last night.

I took her hand. It felt warm from the shower. "Hi Trix. I wasn't expecting anyone else other than these two! Think I probably need a shower myself." I held my hair up. "Hope you left some hot water!"

Izzy interrupted any further conversation. "Right, we need to get going. We're off to my Mum and Dad's, so the rest of the weekend will be a little more restrained than last night - for us at least." She put on a glum face. "Never mind, needs must, eh?" She glanced at me and then Trix. "Trix will explain all - show Beth the sights of my lovely hometown if she wants to stay, eh babes? I'm sure you two will find plenty to keep yourselves occupied!" She gave me a meaningful look and grinned.

"Ooh, what a treat, eh Trix?" Josie was making for the outer door that led down to the communal parking area behind the apartment building. "Out on the town with a girl who's covered in all sorts of unmentionable dried-on fluids and who has to borrow someone's clothes as they're splattered with them as well. Have a lovely weekend." She stared at me. "Stinky face..."

I was about to come back with something when she finished off. "And don't be late on Monday - hundreds of Minions for you to deliver!" She started down the fire escape.

Izzy aimed a lazy kick at her. "See what I have to put up with? Help yourselves to what little remains, and have fun!"

I was about to turn back to Trix when Josie stopped a few steps down. She looked back up at me, her face glowing. "Hey, kid - welcome to the club - you were fucking amazing!"

Izzy ran back into the room and hugged and kissed me until I thought I would suffocate. She held me tight for a good minute before releasing me. She didn't say a word - her eyes and lips had said it all. She turned and followed Josie down the stairs.

The door closed behind her and I was alone with a blue haired girl wearing only a bath towel, in a strange house in a strange town. It suited the mood of a strange summer.

Trix had been watching the exchange with a knowing grin on her face. If she'd been around Josie and Izzy for any length of time, she'd be used to it. "Wow, quite the parting. You must have been a good girl! Don't worry, plenty of water left. I'm pretty sure you weren't the only one like that this morning. I think Leah got in a taxi like that!"

She paused, looking a little coy. She rubbed her chin and narrowed her eyes. Taking off the towel, she revealed a pair of firm, rounded breasts and another tattoo around her belly button. Her pubic area was shaven so I still had no clue as to her natural hair colour.

She held her arms out as if for appraisal. "So, want to stay over? I hope you like what you see." She looked me up and down, nodding appreciatively. "I certainly like what I see..." She put her arms back down and made to hand me the towel.

I took the end of it and recalled the jolt I had felt in a similar situation with Gina half a lifetime ago, or so it seemed. I thought of what Josie may do in a similar situation - what little game she would play. Using the towel, I pulled her towards me and cupped one of her breasts. I bent and took her nipple in my mouth, sucking on it gently for a few seconds. I heard her gasp and moved my head up, brushing my lips against hers, fleetingly feeling her warm breath on my face. As I left to go to the shower, I ran my hand over her buttocks. They also felt firm and warm. I was tempted to feel her pussy, but I thought I'd let the thought of how she tasted tempt me for the rest of the day.

I heard her voice again as I slowly walked into Josie and Izzy's room. It was soft and husky. "Fucking hell, I take it that's English for 'Yes'."

I stood in the doorway and peeled off Izzy's shirt, then her jeans, letting her see everything. "Trix, it's 'Yes' in any language you'd care to mention." I went to shower, wishing she was there with me.

I emerged ten minutes later and she was sitting on the sofa, a long drink of fruit juice in her hand. I sat opposite her and she held the glass out to me. "That's all there is in the fridge, apart from wine. And just after ten is too early even for me!" I took a sip and gave it back, thanking her.

She regarded me for a long moment. She was wearing ripped jeans and a halter top leaving her shoulders bare. She had a wide, friendly face with a generous mouth, punctuated by her lip ring. Her grey eyes sparked with life and fire. As she took a sip of her drink I caught a flash of something inside her mouth. If it was anything like Izzy's tongue stud, I was in for some fun later. "So, quite the night, eh? Shame I got here so late, but I had to be in London and the bloody trains were all fucked up. I'd like to have hooked up with you. I came to the room door hoping for a little action, but you were going out like you were under anaesthetic!"

I gazed at her longingly. "Oh sorry Trix, but it had been a long night. A wonderful one, though! The feeling's mutual, I assure you! Plenty of time to make up for it though, eh? Last I saw of you, you seemed rather busy with Izzy and Nathan!"

She nodded pensively. "I find Izzy... hard to resist. Josie is sometimes a bit too strident for me. But what the hell, they run great parties and we get high and fucked from all angles. What's not to like?"

"I heartily concur on Izzy, but I've had some great fun with Josie and her little 'games' recently. I've not known them long, but we're getting along rather well!"

She took a drink. "They must like you. We're quite a close knit little bunch and they don't introduce newcomers unless they are certain of them. So any new face we see, we assume will be cool - any friend of Izzy and Josie is a friend of mine!"

She went on. "I'm kinda squatting off and on for a few weeks until my new flat is ready. I'm splitting my time between London and here at the moment. They've locked out the Airbnb bookings and I'm renting from them. Means I'm nice and handy for the fun stuff most weekends, though last night was a real bummer getting in so late. Sounds like they did a real number on you!" She went off into a dream world for a moment. "Mmm, I remember my induction soooo well!"

She snapped out of her reverie and draining her glass she got up, standing over me in the spot I had been 'inducted' a few hours earlier. "I'll tell you all about it later if you tell me about yours!"

She was quite short and stocky and her breasts filled her tight halter nicely. "Ok, here's the deal. I show you the sights of sunny Brighton; we have a few drinks, some lunch. Maybe pick up some nice guys or girls. If not, then I'm sure we can keep ourselves entertained later. And I need to get something for that." She pointed at the hookah. "Now I don't know about you, but I am starving. I've had nothing in my mouth since I left London last night apart from Nathan's dick and Izzy's puss. Oh, and Matt's - I think... Hang on, did I go down on Josie as well, or was it Leah?" She shook her head. "All gets a bit of a blur sometimes."

We convened to a trendy little café on the Lanes for a lovely breakfast. We had toasted bacon sandwiches and the coffee and fresh juice were great.

Apart from wanting inside her pants, I immediately liked Trix. She was French and her given name was Elodie. She had a habit of asking people, "How's tricks?" and it stuck as her nickname. She was twenty five years old and had lived in England since attending the University of Brighton seven years ago and had fallen in love with the vibrant culture of the place. As a result, she had never wished to return to the dowdy industrial town she called home across the Channel. She was a private language tutor and her accent was so slight it was almost unnoticeable, apart from some adorable little hints of her heritage. Whenever I caught such a hint, I smiled inwardly at my pretend French accent during my mad seduction of Sam and my 'Chateau de Poop' moment.

We had a great time wandering in the Lanes, stopping for the occasional drinks break; some alcoholic, and her being French, some caffeine based. She took me to see the Pavilion and the Pier and we walked out along the old Victorian folly to the end and looked back at the distant town and seafront with masses of seagulls circling over us. I hoped they wouldn't leave me with another little present to go with my now washed-away souvenirs of the previous night.

Back on the front we found another pub, and when I came back with our drinks, Trix was sending a couple of texts. As she got a reply, she excused herself and I was left alone for about fifteen minutes.

I texted Izzy to say that we were getting on well, and she seemed delighted. She said she'd be back on Sunday afternoon as she needed to sort some things out in her flat. Josie was going straight home as she had an early and important client meeting on the Monday. I was cordially invited by the lovely Ms Napier-Jones to extend my stay. After our last few evenings together, there was no way I was going to pass. It was just a shame Trix was heading back to London as I'm sure the three of us would have had a royal time.

Trix came back with a big smile on her face and sat opposite me. She pulled the corner of a little bag out of her jeans, eyes sparkling, her wide mouth set in a lovely crooked smile. I got the impression she had already sampled some, which she confirmed. "Good stuff, should do us nicely!"

We went and had a very late lunch at a French bistro she liked and where she was obviously well known, and drank far too much red wine. She was great company and I kept thinking what I would be doing if not for Izzy's message yesterday. Her appetite for coffee was as bad as mine for sex and she drank a gallon of the stuff as I sipped the last of the red. By the time we emerged, arm in arm, it was getting on towards seven o'clock.

By the time we stumbled into Izzy's apartment just after nine we had been in three more pubs and narrowly avoided being picked up. They had seemed ok at first, but once one of them started getting a bit leery with Trix, she didn't seem too keen. Nor was I - I like to be in control of a situation and they seemed to be getting too drunk too quickly, and maybe something else was involved. Trix excused herself and I followed her to the ladies.

She ran a tap and splashed cold water on her face. "What do you think?"

I thought they were dickheads and I wanted to cut and run. Besides, I wanted her all to myself. I told her so.

She agreed with me on all three points. They were dickheads, she also wanted to cut and run, and luckily for me she wanted me all to herself as well. Giggling, we dived out of the back door of the pub and legged it home.

I found out in no uncertain terms why Trix was part of the Josie and Izzy gang. She was as naughty, resourceful and downright dirty as either of my two new lovers and her tongue stud did indeed do very pleasant things to me.

We took a long time to get to know each other, sharing the hookah and a bottle of wine we had bought, and undressing slowly. After a blissful half hour, Trix whispered in my ear. "Have you seen their new toy?"

I shook my head, unsure as to what she meant.

She grinned. "That's a no then. You'd know for sure if you had!"

She unfurled herself from me and left the bedroom. She came back a few moments later carrying a large, cube-shaped object and placed it on the floor. I saw a padded seat and some springs and hadn't a clue what was going on. "I've been having so much fun with this since it was delivered. Izzy's taking it up to Amberdown tomorrow." She shook her head sadly and patted the seat fondly. "Gonna miss you, Rocky!"

I hadn't seen a large, very realistic dildo tucked under her arm. She fitted it to a mechanism on the contraption on the floor and took me by the hand, grinning. "Come and meet Rocky.

I sank down on the dildo, letting it fill me until I felt my buttocks hit the warm, padded seat. Trix knelt beside me, tugging on one of my nipple rings. "Lean back."

I did and the dildo slid out of me. I didn't need to be told what to do next. Trix's tongue slipped into my mouth as I leant forward and felt it slide effortlessly back inside me. We spent a very long time playing with Rocky, and I was very pleased he was going to Amberdown with Izzy and I the next day.

It was very late when we finally crashed into bed together, stoned, slightly drunk and sated.

Oh and two more things about Trix.

She tasted like oysters and was a natural blonde.

Chapter Six - Sunday to Wednesday

We went to the same café for breakfast the next morning and then said our goodbyes as she gave me a key to the flat and went back up to London. She had been great fun and the sex was wonderful. I hoped I'd see her again before the end of the summer. I left an open invitation to Amberdown - she knew Gina, who had been at a fair few of the parties at Izzy's place. I had a nice little glow on down below from my new best pal, Rocky.

As I wandered back through the Lanes, I saw something that made me stop in my tracks. I normally wouldn't look at an antiques stall, but something had caught my eye and I just had to have it. I'd been looking for something for Gina for weeks now and nothing had seemed appropriate. I bought a card to go with it and when I got back to Izzy's flat, it took me about an hour to decide what to write. I blinked back tears more than a few times as I tried to express what it meant to me the things Gina had done for me.

She was back on Wednesday and she'd have a lovely surprise waiting for her.

When she returned from America, there would be an old bear sitting on her pillows. He wouldn't be as bashed up as Bruno, but he had been through a lot. One ear was missing and an eye was loose. One arm needed a bit of sewing back, which Izzy did for me, as I am crap at sewing. He had a rattly old bell inside and would be holding a little card in his paws.

The card would say...

"Hi, my name is Brighton Bear. My friend Bruno says you are a lovely lady who has never had a pal like me. I hope to make you as happy as Bruno makes his owner. She wants to thank you for being the best friend and lover anyone could wish for. Bruno is her Guardian Angel and I will be yours...

BB

I then added...

Dear Gina

Thanks for everything.

You once told me you'd never had a bear like Bruno. I hope you like Brighton Bear.

He found me, I didn't find him.

All my love,

Bethany x

Like Bruno, he wore a little improvised blindfold as Izzy and I romped our way through the late afternoon and evening. I made sure he was well strapped in when she drove me back to the shop on the Monday, and he accompanied me on my deliveries for the rest of the day, securely belted into the passenger seat. As Rocky was destined for the Panic Room, I was pleased to also have him in the van, and under cover of darkness, moved him into his new home.

The next couple of days were a perfect antidote to the wild few days that had gone before, though Rocky did get rather a lot of use. I found that an hour in the garden in the sunshine with him, a bottle of cider and one of Izzy's presents was not the worst use of my time, though I did have to be quiet.

Gina's flight back got in very early so she forbade me to pick her up. She had booked Matt, her faithful taxi man.

I was in my usual deep sleep when she got back, so the first thing I was aware of was my bedroom door opening. I squinted at the clock. It was seven thirty. There was a figure standing in the doorway holding a lumpy old bear in her arms.

She walked slowly towards me and put him on the dresser next to Bruno. She slid in beside me and I could feel tears on her cheeks.

We didn't say a word. We didn't need to. Our actions said it all. By the time she fell into a deep, peaceful, jet-lagged sleep lying in my arms, I was in no doubt that Brighton Bear would get as much love as Bruno ever had.