We cycled to my house where we would have the privacy we needed. I never knew how Sam was going to be when we got through the door. Sometimes she sugg...sted we shower together and have a slow start. On other occasions, she wanted to be fucked right away. Today she wanted to play games.“Take your clothes off and sit in that chair.” As with everything Sam said, it was entirely polite but clearly assertive.I stripped and did as she asked. I liked being naked in front of her, it turned me on. My. I was pressing harder, rolling his dick around in the soft sweats. No way he was going to say it.“Can you teach me?” I said.“You ... already ... seem to know ... a lot.” But he was tugging at the back of my shirt — his shirt — pulling it up over my ass. I lifted my knee and showed him my curly thatch, and the swollen lips underneath and the two fleshy bulbs that poked out at the top.His hand was so soft, so expert. He knew how to touch a girl better than my boyfriend did. He worked me open. Why?”“Can Cal come with us?”“If she wants to, yes.”I looked at her expectantly.“Please,” she affirmed, “Can I Mum?”Mary said yes, and Mum and I left to walk the whole ten yards to our door.Dinner was curry, made by my dad. He makes an excellent curry. My brother the pig-out king had three bowls. With chips!My brother really is a pig. At sixteen he already weighs a hundred kilos, and his idea of exercise is lifting a fork full of food. Unlike me, I play rugby and run, and our sister Alison is on. It seemed to Connie that before she knew it they were in Simon’s car, which was larger than hers and more comfortable, and starting on the four-hour drive that would take them to her parents. The night they’d almost made love never came up again, even though Connie had spent two more nights in Simon’s bed. When they had come home from work on Tuesday, it was to discover that the ceiling in Connie’s room was leaking badly and had soaked the bed. There was a problem with the apartment above.