There were two in the bed and the little one said, “roll me over, lay me down and do it again!”
 
I really didn't know how she did what she did, but Christy Montgomery, the Doctor's sister, fucked me that afternoon as no man had ever fucked me before or since. I was, to begin with, a doll or puppet in her hands, because I had no idea anything could be quite so spectacular as this was and I was confused because I had thought that it was only men who did things to women – or girls. I had never heard of lesbians, aside from the grumbling about one or two teachers who were thought to be 'mannish' – they wore skirts to school, but some of them had been seen in Princes Street or The Grassmarket at weekends wearing trousers – or Jeans!
     When I look back, it seems as if I am writing about another time or place, decades earlier, because for us kids – well, the girls anyway – nothing much had changed at School from when our mothers had been there; they told us this after visiting on Parents evenings and meeting some of their old teachers who now taught their daughters.
     And even socially, we were pretty curtailed – until I crawled under the wire and discovered a whole new and different world of Men.
     At first, when I was only involved with – or more honestly, being used and enjoyed by – George Gill, it was still a relatively innocent life; I had no inkling of what lay ahead. The 'Party' at Shangri La had frightened me, but the attentions paid to me afterwards by George and Dr Montgomery had almost erased the Weekend from my mind, and now that Pavel was fully recovered and had joinde me as George's playthings, I thought everything would get back to normal.
     But I had agreed to meet Dr Montgomery regularly, in return for him promising to introduce me to Jimmy Savile, who was a friend of his, in the hope that I could get on Jimmy's Show: Jim'll Fix It and Jimmy would get my Cousin Jo a trip to Disneyland. 
     And now I was in bed with the Doctor's Sister who had been doing the most wonderful things to me and I felt like I was in Seventh Heaven. Her kisses were incredible, her nipples – which she had encouraged me to suck – were sweet and tasted of strawberries; after she had gone down between my legs and licked me with her tongue, I was so excited and my breathibg so erratic, that she had paised foir a minute or two to let me regain control – which only meant that when she went down again, I screamed!” This was nothing like I had experienced with George or Graham, who had only really been interested in using me as a Fuck Toy. I know that now, but then I didn't know how to describe the things that were happening. I didn't mind the Men fucking me if they were gentle, or weren't rough, which they could be, when they wanted to control me even more than usual, or push their cocks even further onto me than they could possibly go, which they were already there; and all their forced ramming did was hurt mu vagina and the lips of my See You Next Tuesday – I didn't even know what the proper names were for those parts of my body the Men wanted to fuck. It's pathetic how ignorant I was! 
 
     But Christy was so different – gentle, caressing, careful and kind. She spoke softly to me, always checking if I was comfortable and happy with what she was doing. She was much more loving that the Men, even though I had relieved that George, at least, was being loving towards me. But don't get me wrong. It never occurred to me that I might be a lesbian, or that this was what good sex should be like. It was like I had been watching tv in black and white, then had a brief exposure to colour, but knew I'd be going back to black and white anyway because I just couldn't afford a colour set. So I just accepted and enjoyed what Christy and I did with each other that afternoon and never thought about any possibility of it happening again, because I belonged to George and was loaned once a week to Grahan to suck him off from under his desk in the Surgery. That was my life and I couldn't think much further ahead than a goldfish.
 
     After a while, we both must have fallen asleep. I certainly felt so relaxed that I had no idea of the time, and it was only slowly that I became aware of someone, Graham it was, telling me that he would drive me home as it was quite dark outside. I quickly dressed – I'd nop recollection of undressing, but it had probably been Christy who'd done that. She was still asleep and snoring gently as I left the room. Graham led me out to his car and I buckled myself into the passenger seat as he got in and drove me the quickest way home. He parked about thirty yards away and asked me to give him a qick blow-job. I lowered my head over his lap and he pulled his already bulging cock out for me. I opened my mouth and closed it around the head of his cock and he put his hands on my head and moved it up and down, while making small thrusting movements of his pelvis. It didn't take him long and suddemly my mouth was filled with a gush of cum. He quickly pulled me up and holding my face, kissed me deeply, sucking and swallowing as much of his own cum as he could. I swallowed the rest myself.
       “I'm glad you and Christy had a good time.” he said, lighting a cigarette and opening his window a crack to blow the smoke out. She's been needing someone like you, Teri, and I hope you woill be able to visit her regularly. I've had a word with George and he is fine by that. He owes me a couple of favours, and now that Pavel is going to visit him twice a week, that will give you a bit of free time. I hope you and Christy can make good use of it. And I'll see you when you next come to the Surgery. I don;'t think I could do without your Head. You've had a good teacher in George. I'll mention that to Jimmy as well – I think you'll find him very appreciative, so that will count in your favour when you ask him about your cousin. Keep next weekend free, I'm hoping that's when Jimmy will manage along. But even if he can't manage, I'll still be able to use you, mayve stay overnight, eh?”
     My mind was reeling at the thought of meeting Jimmy at the weekend, I'd want to look my best – what would I wear for Jimmy?” Iasked, with my hand on the door-handle.
     I think you always look stubbing in your school uniform, but I'll leave it up to you – nut don't try to look older than you are, Jimmy likes people to bethemselves, natural and not too made-up. Your hair is fine, but you might want to wash some of that cum out of it tonight!” He laughed, a warm and kind laugh, that made me feel good. He was laughing with me, not at me. He was a lovely man with alovely sister and I really hoped I would n=meet the great Jimmy Savile next weekend. I climbed out of the car and ran towards home. The car passed me just as I reached o0ur gate, and I waved as he waved too and drove on.
     “Had a nice time, dear,” asked mum from the kitchen door as I shut the front door behind me. “I've got some soup here, if you fancy it?”
     “I'll just pop up and have a shower first, Mum,” I called, heading up the stairs, “give me ten minutes.”