Girl on the Verge
But then it came – when I had all but forgotten it. We were at the Caravan on a Saturday afternoon, for another weekend. These had become frequent and my parents never even questioned me now, about who these friends were and where did they live. They accepted my lies – probably because they came so easily, sounded so plausible, and, I thought, because they don't really care, they're happy to have me out of the way. my school work was suffering because I was so tired after weekends with Big George, or even just the Sundays, and the two or three evenings a week in the Back Shop. By now it wasn't just the local one – sometimes George drove me to one of his other shops after they had closed and he would fuck me in them.
     I now knew all about George's problems with Sandra, how she didn't understand him, or his needs, emotional and physical. She'd never sucked Big George, or let him enter by the Tradesman's Entrance, saying that was dirty!
     And I had agreed to the Tattoo, I was to get it on Wednesday. George had shown me his design for it. A discreet curve of lettering with an arrow pointing down between my bum cheeks.
“It's quite saucy,” he said, running his finger down there and finding my tight little anus which he pushed his finger through and made me wriggle, which was when he kissed me and put his other hand up and slid a finger into my mouth. “I wonder if I could get my fingers to touch each other?” but though they were both in up to the knuckle they didn't and he pulled out the one from my mouth and I felt his tongue take it's place.
     And later, when I was curled up in his lap and he was stroking my bare skin, he had told me that all of his friends were going to be at Shangri La at the Weekend and they were going to have a little party. “We will all have our Special Friends, and we want you all to have a great time, so we're  going to play some games and we'll have prizes and presents for all of you and I just know you're going to have a great time.”
     But I could feel a little knot in my stomach, because I didn't want George to have fun with the other Friends, because the truth was that I was afraid he might find one of them more fun than me, and then he would lose interest in me and take up with someone else and I'd be dumped. The fear was so real it seemed to grow inside me, but it wouldn't let me find some excuse to miss the Party, because I had to be there to keep a watch for anyone else trying to grab George and pull him from my arms. I hardly thought about the other Men and that I would be expected to let them do what they wanted to me – that wasn't important, it was the risk of being replaced in George's arms by another.
     I didn't know how many boys and girls would be there. There was only one Man who only had Boys, a couple of others who had both Boys and Girls, and just one, like George who only had Girls, but I wasn't sure he had just one Girl like George had me, or had a number of them. I couldn't keep track of the others for I didn't usually see their Friends, other than Pavel, who was usually with Dr Montgomery, although once or twice I had seen girls going into the Doctor's Van, and they were different each time. Pavel was his regular. I had spoken with him a couple of times. He seemed genuinely fond of Graham, saying: “He is nice Man, very gentle with me, like with Girl, he teach me a lot of things, not just sex – but he really into that,” and he blushed slightly, “and he really inside me too!” and laughed lightly, as though it was the most ordinary and normal thing in the world for a man to be inside a Boy. I had never really thought about it before, but somehow Pavel talking about it made it real, I wanted to ask if he liked it too, but held back, not knowing why. I knew that if my George should happen to be with Pavel in the games being planned, he would probably be inside him in the same way as Doctor Graham. He loved doing that with me too, so it wouldn't be strange for him, except for the Boy bit of it. Quite often when he was fucking me that way, George would slide some of his fingers into my See You Next Tuesday and find what he called my Gee Spot, but obviously he wouldn't be able to do that with Pavel, so would he touch Pavel's penis? Wank him off? I couldn't picture my George doing something like that. Graham Yes, George No. 
    “All will be revealed, my Darling Girl,” said George, rubbing his hands with suppressed glee, “Now's The Day and Now's The Hour, so drink up, Teri, that's right, all of it, it'll make you feel relaxed and help you have a lot of fun, now, let's pitch in and see what the Party has in store for us!”