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Written: 08 September 2018

On The Bus

by Isabella

Story Code: m/f, m/F, First Time, Supernatural

It was going to be a long bus ride, the Greyhound bus was only half full but a middle aged man chose to sit next to me. I'd avoided men all my life and as he sat down next to me, even though I was eighty years old, I still got the same fear wash over me that washed over me ever since I was a little girl.

"Hello Mary, this is a very long journey to take on your own!"

I'd made a mistake, I usually sat in the aisles seat whenever I took the bus, leaving the window seat vacant but because this was such a long trip and the bus was only half full, I sat by the window...'How the heck did he know my name? I'd never seen him in my life before...'

"How do you know my name?"

"I've known you ever since you were born!"

"Well, I don't know how, I'm at least twice your age."

"There are many more things on earth than any one person could possibly understand!"

He took a tablet PC from his valise, "This is a picture of you when you were born, your older sister, Rebecca is holding you on her knee."

I recognised Rebecca but...

"That can't be me, no one in my family bad a camera, not for many years after I was born."

He flicked his finger across the screen, "This is you when you started school in Rebecca's old dress, you cried all day long...not because you had been separated from your mother but because you had been sat next to a boy, the first time in your life that you were forced to sit next to a boy!"

"It was the first time in my life that I'd been within ten feet of a boy without my mother to hold on to!"

"Rebecca spoke to your teacher on your second day and told her that you were frightened of boys, you were allowed to sit at the desk right in front of the teacher's desk, on your own."

I chuckled at that, "I sat in the same seat for the next nine years, other girls came and went but basically I sat by myself right in front of the teacher's desk until Rebecca got married and left home and I had to leave school early to help my mother run the farm."

I wondered to myself, if he knew my family's history from my birth, did he know my father?

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He shook his head as if I'd voiced the question out loud, "Your father ran out of your life as soon as he realised that your mother was pregnant with you, he isn't a part of your story!"

I shook my head, I couldn't comprehend how he could possibly have known what I was thinking, "Who are you?"

"I'm a friend, think of me as a guide...a life guide."

He tapped the screen of his PC and the picture changed, "This is you aged eight..." I shook my head, "...believe me, this is a picture of the eight year old you..." He tapped the screen again, "...you remember him?"

I shook my head, "No...wait, is that Kenneth Dobson?"

"Yes, the first boy to try to kiss you!"

I shook my head again, "No, he didn't try to kiss me."

"I can show you!"

I gave him a very confused look.

He tapped the screen twice and the screen showed a movie, Kenny was hanging around outside school, I saw myself running down the steps from school and as Kenny jumped in front of me the camera position changed, Kenny tried to kiss me, I lashed out at him, slapping his face. I felt the sting in the palm of my hand and I even felt the pounding in my chest as I ran home...ran into the chicken coop, slammed the door behind me and busied myself cleaning out the chickens until my heart stopped pounding.

"You were excited, you slapped that boy's face for trying to kiss you but you know that you wanted him to grab you and force his lips against yours."

I shook my head in disagreement.

He flicked his finger from right to left across the screen and the film ran back to the start, I ran down the school steps, Kenny grabbed my arms, the camera changed position again, I felt strong hands gripping my upper arms and Kenny's lips pressed against mine. I felt his lips pressing against mine...my first kiss that wasn't platonic...

I felt Kenny's fingers relax, releasing my arms, my eyes had closed during the kiss but as our lips parted I slapped his face, just as I'd done in real life, I ran home, as I'd done in real life... but... this film showed me running into the house when I got home. My mother was working the fields and Rebecca was turning our surplus soft fruit into preserves to sell. I could see Rebecca's face as I told her all about the kiss, she grinned at me, "Did you like it?"

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I giggled and Rebecca's face went up and down and I realized that I was nodding my head.

He flicked across the screen from left to right and I saw the film speed forward to the next day. I spoke to Kenny during morning break instead of totally ignoring him. I would never have done that for real though. The screen turned into a blur for several seconds, "The next life changing choice that you could have made was on your first day in seventh grade..."

The picture stopped and I saw myself skipping along the road to school, "No, that can't be right...the dress, in that picture... I didn't get that dress handed down from Rebecca until I was fourteen...not twelve!"

He backed the film up, I was in my bedroom trying on the dress that I remembered wearing on my first day of seventh grade, I watched myself taking my nightgown off and pulling Rebecca's hand me down dress from when she was twelve, I heard myself shouting, "Mommy, Rebecca's old dress is too small, it's too tight under the arms and the buttons won't stay fastened!"

"You're growing up much faster than your sister did, you'll overtake her I swear one day soon!"

I may have gotten away with wearing the dress for a month or two if my sister hadn't stressed all of the button holes, she never unfastened a button properly, she was always in a huge rush after school and would just yank her dresses open, straining the stitching around the button holes.

I ended up wearing Rebecca's dress from the previous year instead of her two year old dress.

"But how come in your version of my life I am so much more...grown up than I remember?"

"Allowing Kenny to kiss you when you were eight years old changed a lot of things about you, you are different, exercised differently, even worked differently on the farm."

I looked back at his screen, I was in class, my first day of seventh grade, I looked around the class, everyone was there except Kenny, "He's not here this term, his father had an accident at the plant, Kenny was sent to his grandparent's place so his mother could look after his father, Kenny's father's job was given to a man from New York, he has two sons, thirteen and fifteen, Mick, the thirteen year old is in the eighth grade class right now, he's taking the end of seventh grade exam right now...he will fail and be sent down a grade...down into your class...his father taking Kenny's father's place at work, his son taking Kenny's place in your classroom."

There was a blur and the film moved on to the end of morning break. I was first in the classroom as usual, I sat right in front of the teacher's desk as usual, Miss Wise came in to take math class, a tall boy was brought in by the principal...there was a whispered conversation and the principal left the room.

"Class, this is Michael Glenn, he's joining us all the way from New York..now who got the best mark in last term's math test?"

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I raised my hand.

"Mary, would you be willing to help Michael with his math problems?"

I nodded my head.

"You'll need to sit on the back row so that you don't disturb your classmates!"

No one ever sat on the back row, the room had desks for forty students but since the Ford plant cut its workforce by fifty percent, the student body reduced by a similar percentage and the whole back row was left empty.

Michel led the way, he picked the pair of desks that were diagonally opposite the teacher's desk, he held back and made me go in first so I was against the wall. Michael sat by the aisle, trapping me in the corner. I'd never felt so apprehensive, apprehensive and excited.

Michael was a year older than every other student in the class, he was as tall as a man but still in short pants, his socks refused to stay up, so there was a lot of bare skin on show. Miss Wise walked around the class handing out a test to see just how much we students had remembered of our arithmetic from the sixth grade.

It took me just a few minutes to run through the twenty questions, usually, I would have been bothering the teacher for more work but as I'd been told to help Michael with his math, I looked over to his side of the desk. Michael was working, writing with his right hand but his left hand was below his desk. He saw me look and leaned back. His left hand was rubbing across the front of his shorts, across his right thigh.

I was looking down as he opened his legs, his right knee touched my left thigh through my dress. I watched as his fingertips reached the end of the leg of his shorts, he rolled the material back an inch exposing even more of his upper thigh. He looked from his paper to my face, saw where I was looking and smiled, he gestured with his index finger, beckoning me, I furrowed my brow in confusion, "Your hand!" he whispered.

I let my left hand slip off the desk and down at my side, he reached over with his left hand and gripped the back of my hand, pulling the palm of my hand over his leg, stroking my hand against his upper leg from his knee to the edge of his shorts where the lateral movement stopped and he started to rub my hand across his thigh, my little finger brushing the edge of the leg of his shorts.

I scanned the room to make sure that no one was looking in our direction, Miss Wise was the last person I checked, I gasped when I realised that she was looking in my direction,. I tried to pull my hand back but Michael held on tightly to it, then I saw Miss Wise smile at me and she returned to marking papers again. I felt something warm and moist against the side of my hand; I looked down and saw the tip of his cock peeping out from under the leg of his shorts.

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I gasped when I realised what I could see, he looked over at me again, smiled and as he fixed my eyes with his he lifted my hand off of his thigh and pulled it over his cock, pushing the leg of his shorts right out of the way. I looked nervously to the front of the class again, Michael had pulled my upper body closer to his, I was still trying to pull my hand away as Miss Wise looked at me again, this time she winked at me as well as smiled before she returned to her task.

I relaxed and Michael felt my resistance stop, he released his grip across my hand and lined his fingers up on top of mine, he closed my hand into a fist around his cock then he put his pen down and his right hand slipped down and on to my left knee. He squeezed my knee gently, then pulled at the material of my dress, exposing my knee. He twisted his lower body towards me and then he lifted my knee, pulling my left leg over his right, pulling my knee as far as my dress would allow my leg to travel. He leaned back in his seat and looked down at my legs, he looked confused until he realised that I was sitting on the back of my dress.

He whispered, "Lift up!"

I shook my head.

He whispered a little louder, "Go on, lift up!"

The two boys in front of us heard Michael's instruction and shifted in their seats. I was still shaking my head when Michael took a deep breath, I got the feeling that his third whisper was about to be louder than his second and so I lifted my bottom off of the seat, Michael swept his right hand under my bottom, whisking the back of my dress out from under me and I sat back down.

Michael was using his left hand to encourage my left hand to stroke his cock and his right hand pulled my left leg closer to his cock, opening my legs wider before slipping it under my dress and slowly stroking his way along my thigh towards my knickers. I didn't do anything to impede his hand's progress until the tips of his fingers brushed over my knickers, then, I leaned forward and dropped my right hand on top of his.

The lunch bell sounded, stopping our struggle, him trying to get further and me, trying to stop him without making any noise. I let go of his cock and stood up, "Thank you ladies and gentlemen for behaving so well during this revision test, please drop your papers off on my desk as you leave in an orderly manner, we're in this room after lunch for American History so you may leave your bags on your desks over lunch if you so wish."

I got the feeling that Michael would have been the kind of boy that would usually have pushed to the front of any queue but he remained sitting, trapping me in my spot until the room was almost empty before standing and walking to Miss Wise's desk to hand in his test sheet.

"Well done Michael, you attempted all twenty questions!"

My eyes opened wide with disbelief, Michael had only worked up to question ten!

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My answer sheet was taken from me, "Thank you Mary, I'm sure that you were a great help to Michael..." my left hand was squeezed, Miss Wise pressed her thumb against my palm and she rubbed it the way I'd rubbed Michael's cock earlier, "...will you show Michael where he can eat his sandwiches please?"

I nodded my head and followed Michael into the playground.

We sat on my favourite bench, well away from the other kids, Michael had four sandwiches in his brown bag, I had just two but Michael finished his lunch before me, as he licked his fingers he said, "My brother told me that this school has a kissing tree, where is it?"

I blushed as I finished my food, I got the feeling that lots of boys had asked me to go to the kissing tree, I may even have gone with Kenny the year before.

"It's outside the school grounds, the tall willow on the other side of the stream." I was pointing at the tree.

"Didn't Miss Wise ask you to show me around?"

I folded my brown bag, Michael took it from me and put it with his own in the pocket of his shorts, then he gestured for me to lead the way.

Fortunately there was a rock in the middle of the stream, so it was easier for me to cross. Michael jumped the stream in a single bound. He beat me to the kissing tree, checked that the space between the curtain of branches hanging down and the tree trunk was empty before he pulled me in after him.

It was like a dance move; I was pulled under the tree, turned and backed into the trunk, Michael's hands at my throat, pushing me hard against the bark, his lips fighting mine hungrily. Michael's kiss wasn't soft and gentle like Kenny's, his lips were hard and possessing, forcing me to yield to him...once Michael was happy that I was his, he moved his hands from my throat, he spread his hands out so they were on my collarbone, he was pushing me hard against the tree, almost as if he was trying to push me through the tree. His hands jerked outwards slightly and I realized that the top button on the front of my dress had pulled through the loose button hole.

His hands jerked again, a little wider apart this time as two more buttons popped open and a second later, the final three and my dress was open to the waist. Michael pulled the collar of my dress wider, easing the material past my shoulders. My dress would have fallen to the floor but for the fact that I was leaning so hard against the willow's trunk.

Michael's lips left mine, he leaned back and looked at me, I suddenly felt very shy, very exposed, my arms by my side, just leaning against the tree with my bra covered breasts exposed. I could feel my stomach flipping summersaults...

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"I would have covered myself, I wouldn't have stood there like that for him to look at me, not like that!"

"The feeling in your stomach... that's excitement... Kenny had spent four years getting you ready for this moment...it should have been you and Kenny under the kissing tree that day but for a choice that his father made three weeks earlier and I'm not surprised that you don't recognize the feeling of excitement, you were never excited about anything before!"

I was jolted back to the kissing tree by the feeling of hands rubbing my breasts through my bra cups and the feeling of his teeth nipping at my right earlobe his hips pressing against mine, his knees outside mine and he was rubbing his lower body against mine. I could feel his excitement pressing my dress into my belly. He managed to lift the cups of my bra above my breasts so that his hands were in skin to skin contact with my breasts.

It felt like we were like that for an hour, I was fretting that we'd be discovered at any moment but all fear disappeared as his left hand slipped off of my breast, stroked down over my ribs and stomach. I held my breath as I waited, expecting his hand to push down inside my dress and knickers... I had stopped him earlier...would I still stop him n...

He cut my thoughts short, his hand was rubbing over the outside of my dress. He rubbed over my public mound through my dress and knickers for a moment before turning his hand. I thought that he was just rubbing me up with the back of his fingers but he was actually opening the front of his shorts. My right hand was pulled between us, he whispered, "Take hold of my cock, like you did in class earlier."

I captured his cock in my fist, my little finger touching my abdomen and he started humping at my hand like a horny dog humping a leg. He was kissing my neck, nipping at my flesh, down my neck and onto my collarbone. He started to breath heavily and he humped into my hand harder, he bit harder, groaned and suddenly he turned his hip to me, captured my fist in his, he squeezed my hand and started rubbing himself off using my hand. I looked down, he bent his knees and then raised onto the tips of his toes as he exploded, shooting his stream three feet away, hitting the curtain of branches hiding us from the rest of the world.

His body shook three more times, his fountain splashed down closer to our feet each time and then, his energy spent, his cock started to shrink, slipping out of my hand and leaving a trail of his thick slime across my palm and the pads of my fingers. As he climaxed, his shorts had fallen to the ground, he bent forward, pulled his shorts up, he kissed my belly button and up my body as he stood up. My body shook as his lips caught each nipple in turn.

I watched as he fastened his shorts, he turned his back on me, lifted an arm full of willow branches and looked as if he was about to leave. I thought it was all over and I pulled the front of my dress closed with difficulty as my right hand was covered with his slime and my handkerchief was in my bag in the classroom, I was just pulling my bra cups into place when he faced me again.

"We still have fifteen minutes!"

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His lips crushed mine again and his left knee started to force my legs apart. His left hand sought the bottom hem of my dress, pulling it higher than my waist, exposing my knickers, finding the waistband of my knickers and pulling them down. Michael started the ball rolling but after a few inches, gravity took hold and my knickers fell, stopping only when they hit his knee. My knickers actually stopped him opening my legs as wide as he wanted so he pulled his own knee out of the way, letting my knickers fall to my ankles. They still stopped my legs opening so he had to crouch down and pull my knickers off of my feet.

My knickers disappeared into Michael's pocket and he was right back to kissing me and forcing my feet wide apart, about thirty inches before his left hand returned between my thighs. His index finger rubbed the flesh on one side of my vagina, his third finger rubbing the other side and his middle finger dredged the cleft between, he wasn't hunting the actual hole between his fingers, he was looking for the little nub of flesh that held the secret to pleasure for a girl.

Michael hit pay-dirt instantly, I was gasping in seconds...begging him to stop in just thirty more. He ignored me and the more I begged for him to stop, the harder he rubbed. The first bell sounded over at the school, it called an end to play, there would be another bell in five minutes, we'd have to be in class by second bell or we'd get a demerit and a detention after school on Friday.

Michael pulled his hand out from between my legs he looked towards the part of the stream where the stepping stone was, "You straighten your dress and go that way, I'll go in the other direction...just so no one sees us leaving together."

I still only had one hand to cover my breasts and button the front of my dress, the second bell sounded while I was still under the tree. As I ran for the stepping stone all I could think of was that I would get my first ever late demerit in seven years and it was only the first day of term.

I ran full pace to class, Michael was outside the door, waiting for me, I walked in first, "Sorry I'm late..."

My apologies were cut short, "Thank you for showing Michael around for me Mary."

So, no demerit, I looked at my old desk in front of Miss Wise and then at Michael's face, I made my decision, I walked to the back of the classroom and slid into the corner seat.

"American History, page seventy...please, get your books out."

Michael leaned in and whispered, as I pulled my American History, "You okay?"

"I'm fine apart from the fact that I just ran across the school playground without any knickers on and it took me an age to fasten my buttons one handed because your 'Stuff' was all over my other hand!"

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I was called upon to start to read the first chapter, no one was looking my way apart from Miss Wise and as I stood reading, Michael's hand was up under my dress fondling my privates, I knew that Miss Wise could see what Michael was doing to me but as she just smiled and said nothing, so I just let Michael carry on.

American History was only a single lesson and for the rest of the afternoon, we had electives, my choices had been Art, Pottery, Drama or needlecraft... I chose Drama because Rebecca had done Drama two years earlier and she said that all they did was watch a film of a stage play and then discuss what message the play was trying to portray.

As we were putting our books away I asked Michael which elective he'd opted for, he whispered, "I didn't pick one, I was planning on skipping for the rest of the afternoon, no one will miss me...you?"

"Drama!"

"Ooooh, that could be interesting, especially with you!"

Michael walked with me to the school theatre, "You still okay?"

"No, I'm walking around the bloody school with no knickers on, someone could see something they couldn't at any moment!"

"I didn't think you'd be the kind of girl to say bloody!"

"I didn't think I was either...but then I didn't think that I'd be the kind of girl to walk around in school with no knickers on either!"

We entered from the back of the stage, my first Drama shock was Mr Johnson, the fifty-something local teacher who showed his class filmed plays for the first half of the lesson and then spent the rest of the lesson discussing the play, had morphed into a twenty-one year old Californian.

"I'm Mr Donovan, I'd like you to split into nine groups of two, plan a short drama on the theme of 'Relationships!', you'll have twenty minutes to plan and should aim for a five minute performance!"

Michael had grabbed me and pulled me out into the auditorium as soon as we'd been told to split into pairs. The group was unbalanced, eight girls and, now that Michael had joined, eleven boys.

The teacher looked around the groups, one of my neighbours was just standing on his own on the stage, "We have an odd number, would one pair please take..." He looked at my neighbour, the unpopular boy that no one wanted to team up with.

"Ben sir..Ben Snider!"

"...Ben into their group!"

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Michael put his hand up, "Over here Ben."

Michael welcomed Ben into our little group and I opened the conversation with, "What the heck can we do?"

I saw a grin pass over Michael's face, "Would you be willing to kiss Ben on stage in front of everyone?"

Well, that made my eyes open wide..."What's going on in that warped mind you have Michael?"

He was already scanning around for props; the stage had extension blocks that were a meter square by half a meter deep. Michael pulled four of them away from the stage and he scrambled back stage for sheeting and something to make a long pillow. He covered the blocks with a white sheet, made the pillow and formed a section of colourful backdrop cloth to look like a bedspread.

We only had half our time left and we discussed what we should do for our five minute short play.

"Who wants to go first?"

Michael put his hand up...now I was usually the first to volunteer but for this I would have rather gone last and hope to have run out of time before our performance came around.

Ben and I got into the stage bed. We had to act that we were making out, Michael had told Ben to actually kiss me but he wasn't sure, his lips brushed mine and he backed away again, he looked at me, I think he was expecting me to slap his face but instead, I took his hand and placed it on my shoulder. I couldn't believe it but I actually whispered, "Kiss me Ben."

Ben's kisses were more like Kenny's, soft and gentle, I also found it hard to believe of myself that only the third boy to kiss me was in front of sixteen students and a teacher...up really close! As Ben kissed me he started stroking down my body, his hand movements were clearly visible under the thin cloth that Michael had found to use as a duvet.

Ben's hands were exploring my bottom through my dress when Michael stormed in, he was shouting, "What the hell...I turn my back for five minutes and I catch you in bed with my wife!"

I was dragged from Ben's arms and Michael and I had a shouting match, I'd been told to use some of my bad words and things even got physical, the front of my dress was pulled open, "You Bastard...look, you've torn my nightgown now!"

My hands were on my hips and I rotated my upper body so that everyone could see my bra before I pulled the front of my dress closed.

Michael calmed down, he shook his head, he looked at Ben, lying in the bed, "I'm sorry darling, I can't help being jealous, I love you so much!"

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Michael dropped on to the bed and pulled Ben into his arms and started rocking as he repeated, "I love you Ben darling!"

There was a collective gasp from sixteen students but Mr Donovan stood up clapping wildly, "Bravo, very brave performance... I'm not sure how anyone could follow that but who will try next?"

There was universal reluctance to go next as the three of us moved away into the auditorium. Ben whispered to Michael, Mary don't got no panties on!"

Michael looked at me, "I know, I've got them here!" Michael pulled a little of my knickers out of his pocket to show Ben.

"Is Mary your girlfriend?"

Michael looked at me and said "I hope she will be!"

We sat through eight mediocre five minute performances that seemed to get worse as time went on.

"Class, pay attention please, I have two golden rules, I never ever give one handed percent and I never give anyone less than forty...well, today, I'm going to break one of those rules...relax Thomas and Fred, I'm giving you a forty-two, even though you really have to work harder in future classes to keep up that high standard. No, the rule I'm about to break is that I'm going to award my first ever perfect one hundred percent to Ben, Mary and Michael for their bravery, their skill and their unusual interpretation of relationship!"

Class was over for the day and we were getting ready to leave, Michael stopped me leaving the theatre, "Do you ride a bus home Mary?"

I shook my head.

"Catch a ride?"

I shook my head again, "I walk home."

"I'll walk you home then!"

"You... will... not! Anyway, I might not live near you."

"You don't, I live just around the corner from school but I have to walk you home so I'll know where you live so I can walk you to school tomorrow."

"My mom would kill me if she saw me being walked home from school by a boy!"

"Mothers usually love me!"

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"Usually... You do this often?"

He nodded his head, "Quite a few times... I like to hone my skills... makes me a better lover!"

I was confused as I walked from school, it was close to three miles to my house, I knew that Ben lived close, I often saw him trailing after me, too shy to even say 'Hi', but then, so was I. I was confused because no girl likes to be told that a boy was using her to hone his skills, she likes to think that she is his first conquest, that they are exploring fresh ground together...hell, who was I kidding, the way he'd played me all day, he was an expert at getting what he wanted from a girl, he'd taken me from a timid field mouse to a girl with some experience in just six hours... I smiled inwardly as I looked at Ben, he was a foot away to my left, Michael was on my right, his hip touching mine, his arm over my shoulder, my right arm around his waist, my thumb hooked into the waistband of his shorts.

Michael whispered, "Why is Ben following us?"

"Ben lives down this road, in two miles, the road forks, Ben lives a half mile down the left fork, I live a half mile down the right fork."

Michael looked over at Ben, "Looks like we're on the same road Ben." Michael gave Ben a smile and then he kissed me.

After thirty minutes we came to a stand of almond trees, we could see the fork in the road ahead, "Are there any more trees after the fork in the road?"

I shook my head, "No, just the odd tree dotted along the road...why?"

"Because I'm feeling horny and I'd like a kiss and cuddle with you before we get to your house."

"This is the last private spot on the road."

Michael pulled me into the trees, four rows from the road but the trees were nothing like willows and because the almonds often fell to the ground in strong winds, the farmer cut back all of the undergrowth to make collecting fallen almonds off the ground easier, leaning the woods wide open.

Michael got his cock out and my fingers just automatically curled around it as he kissed me, I was rubbing him this time rather than him humping into my stationery fist. He kissed over to my ear and said, "I want to see your breasts!"

I looked around before I did anything and spotted Ben, he'd moved a few yards along the road to a point where he could see us diagonally through the four rows of trees, "Ben can see us!"

Michael looked in the direction that I was looking in, "You're not going shy on me are you?"

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I shrugged my shoulders, "He might draw attention to us if a neighbour comes past!"

Michael called out, "Ben...if you must watch us, at least come inside the woods!"

Michael kissed me again as Ben shuffled in close to us, Michael pulled back slightly, my hand still rubbing his cock, "Would it freak you out if Ben saw your tits?"

I remembered back to Ben's gentle kiss and the way he'd stroked my body down to my bum through my dress, I shook my head and said, "No...I guess not!"

"Well then, show me your tits."

I dropped Michael's cock and unbuttoned the front of my dress.

I pulled my dress wide open so that the front was just barely hooked over my shoulders, Michael smiled and gestured upwards with his head, telling me to lift my bra as well., I pulled my bra cups up under my chin. Ben gasped and Michael's grin widened and he closed the space between us and kissed me. I closed my eyes and my hand found his cock again as we kissed, there was a rustling sound from my left, I broke the kiss and looked left, Ben was just inches away, his shorts were wide open and he was wanking himself off looking at my tits as I rubbed Michael off with my right hand.

Michael looked at Ben and grinned again, he whispered, "You do have two hands!" and in case I didn't get the message, he gestured with his head towards Ben.

I reached my left hand out and Ben just slotted his cock right into my fist. I rubbed both cocks until they both boiled over, this time Michael didn't turn away and neither did Ben, I had two massive streams of semen down the front of my dress.

Both boys had emptied their balls and I was ready to go home but Michael insisted on repaying the pleasure debt, pulling the front of my dress up, he asked Ben to hold the front of my dress up, "I may as well be naked!"

Michael grinned again, "Tomorrow maybe!"

Michael rubbed my magic button again, I was gasping for air after just four rubbs and then Michael changed tack, he eased the tip of his finger inside my vagina but kept pressure on my button with the length of his finger rather than the tip. The very first time I'd ever had anything inside my pussy-hole.

I suddenly chickened out, pushed Michael's hand away from between my legs and covered my breasts, closed all the buttons, grabbed my book bag and stomped back out into the road.

"Mary, hold on... don't be mad at me, come on, let me carry your bag for you."

"You got what you wanted, you can go home now."

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"I didn't walk you home just to get a wank and grab at your fanny... I really do want to see where you live and meet your mother!"

There was a tussle for my book bag that Michael won, just because he was bigger, older and stronger than me. He had his arm over my shoulder as we walked but at the drive to my house I shrugged him off. Rebecca was two years older than me and she had never taken a boy home...even though I knew that she had plenty of boyfriends in the past.

Michael followed me along the drive, I hissed through gritted teeth, "Michael, go home, I have chores to do."

"I'd like to help if I can."

I shook my head but it was too late, my mother walked out of the barn, "Mary... you're home late!"

"Afternoon ma'am I'm Michael Glenn, I'm in your daughter's class at school, the drama teacher held us back a little after school to try and get us to sign up to his after school drama club..." Michael held up my book bag, "... because we were so late, I offered to help carry her books home."

"You look a might old to be in my daughter's class!"

"I'm fresh from New York ma'am, they set me back a year until I can prove myself!"

"You're fresh right enough!"

Michael grinned,. "My daddy always told me, 'If you see something that you want, go for it, no matter the obstacle or the danger!' and as soon as I saw your daughter, I lost my heart and my head and even though Mary told me that you'd like as not take a switch to my Yanky ass and chase me all the way home..."Michael grinned, "... I had to take the risk."

I saw my mother smile for the first time in years, "You have a strong arm boy?"

"I reckon so ma'am."

"Come into the barn with me, I'm trying to get a broken shear off of the plough!"

I went to do my first chore, get all the chickens into the henhouse before dark, feed and water them too before checking around the farmyard for eggs.

I could hear my mom and Michael laughing uproariously and I peered into the barn. Michael had his shirt off, he had the big spanner on the nut holding the broken shear in place and a pipe on the end of the spanner. Michael was standing on the pipe, bouncing up and down and my mom was holding Michael around his waist to stop him falling into the plough's mechanism. When the nut finally gave, it sounded like the crack of a gunshot and Michael fell off the pipe, my mother pulled Michael away from the plough and they both fell into a pile of straw bedding, Michael ending up on top of my mother with his knees between her legs. The laughing got louder as they rolled in the straw trying to get back to their feet. I realised that Michael was flirting with my mother, he could have got back onto his feet a lot more easily than he was making it look as he rolled from side to side on top of my mother, his legs between hers.

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I walked off to the meadow to bring the cows down for milking shaking my head in disbelief.

Rebecca joined me in the milking shed, we didn't have any kind of automation, the cows were all hand milked by hand, mine and Rebecca's hands. The milk was for our own use and milk to turn into cream, butter and cheese to sell on the market in town. Rebecca was very giggly as she talked about my bringing Michael home...she wanted to know chapter and verse about the walk home and what Michael and I got up to on the walk home. As I was gripping a teat in each hand to squeeze milk from the cow I realised that there wasn't much difference in what I was doing to the cow and what I'd done to Michael three times already today.

Mother had invited Michael to supper with us and we ate in the kitchen, I sat next to Rebecca and Michael sat next to our mother and the flirting started all over again, Michael was flirting with my mother mainly but he was also showing a lot of attention to my sister as well as to me.

My mother looked out of the window as we finished our supper, "It's getting a little dark out...Mary, you'd better walk with Michael to the road into town, you know the lane better than Michael...don't be long though, you have school tomorrow."

My face was bright red as Michael wrapped his arm around my shoulder and pulled me into his body before we left the kitchen, we kissed right in front of the kitchen window with my mother and sister watching us as they washed the dishes.

I expected Michael to want another wank as we walked to the fork in the road but he didn't, even though I was willing to give him one, he did however masturbate me, he got my blood boiling before he slipped his finger back into my hole and this time, I didn't slap his hand away, I let him finger me for five minutes before I stopped him, "I really should get home, mother told me not to be gone too long." Michael returned my knickers before he started to jog along the unlit road back to town, leaving me standing in the middle of the track stepping into my drawers.

Rebecca was in bed already when I got back home, we only had two bedrooms at home, mother had one to herself and Rebecca and I shared not only a room but also a bed. We usually slept as far apart as the sheets would allow us to in the four foot six inch wide bed. I stripped and pulled my nightdress on, I slipped into the bed, I was as close to the left hand side of the bed and Rebecca was as far to the right as she could get.

"how far did you go with Michael?"

"All the way to the fork in the road!"

"Not what I meant...how far did he get with you?"

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I closed my eyes and tried to ignore my sister, the bed rocked and I felt breath on the back of my neck, Rebecca's right hand gripped my right shoulder and yanked me onto my back. "So, did he get to first base with you as you walked him home in the dark?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Her right hand gripped my right breast through my nightdress, "Like this!"

It felt really strange having my big sister grab hold of my tit like that through the thin cotton of my nightdress; I never wore any underwear in bed in the summer, just my lightest nighty. Rebecca squeezed harder to remind me that she had asked me a question. I nodded my head.

"Did he get to second base?"

Even though I nodded my head she still stroked her hand down from my breast to my pussy and she rubbed me there, "What...like this?"

I nodded my head again.

"Did he get to third base?"

I nodded my head again and she pulled the ribbons that held the top of my nightdress closed, she pulled the top of my nighty open and fondled my breasts in much the same way that Michael had done earlier. Rebecca gave me a dirty chuckle, "Did you let him get to forth base?"

Even in the darkened bedroom Rebecca could see me blush..."You dirty cow, did you let him just rub you or did he get a finger in you as well?"

"Girls, get to sleep, you have to get up early in the morning to do your chores before school"

We both replied, "Yes momma!"

I collected the cows from the meadow before breakfast for their early morning milking, Michael was in the kitchen while Rebecca and I were milking the cows, our mother was still in her nightdress in the kitchen when Michael turned up. Breakfast wasn't ready when we got finished with the milking and that had never happened before and judging by the embarrassed look on mother's face, Michael had gone a little further than just flirting with my mother during her pre-breakfast ritual.

Michael ate breakfast with us, he also mentioned that his father knew someone with a scrap plough that was the same model as our old plough and that for the princely sum of just five dollars, my mother could buy one of the shears from the scrap plough. The news about the plough was great for us because my mother couldn't finish ploughing our field with a broken plough and we relied on keeping to schedule with things like ploughing, planting and cropping to survive on our patch of dirt farm.

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Michael walked me to school, we stopped off at the almond trees and Michael took his cock out, I thought that I was going to be asked to rub his cock again but his time he didn't want a hand-job, this was day two of our relationship and he wanted me to do more than just rub his cock with my hand...he wanted me on my knees, my mouth open and he taught me how to perform oral sex on him just as Ben turned up on his way to school. Sucking Michael's cock was bad enough but even more embarrassed to be doing it while one of my neighbours stood there watching.

"Morning Ben, would you like Mary to suck your dick for you after she's finished sucking mine?"

So I ended up sucking my first cock and my second cock in just ten minutes. As Ben emptied his balls into my mouth I started to cough, at least Michael had the good manners to pull his cock out of my mouth before he shot off, Ben had finished off in my mouth leaving a disgusting taste in my mouth.

The man sitting next to me offered me his bottle of water, I took a swallow to try and clear the foul taste from my mouth.

"The driver has to take a rest break at the next town, we'll be stopping for thirty minutes and we'll be able to get a cup of coffee, that will help to take the bad taste away."

The driver's break was due after four hours so if we were close to his break, it meant that we were half way to our destination. I watched as he swiped the screen of his tablet pc again and a new image appeared on the screen.

"When is this image from?"

"This is lunch time on the second day of term, you've just left science class and Michael is taking you home to eat lunch."

I seemed to swirl back into the picture on the screen, I could feel the weight of my book bag over my shoulder, we couldn't leave our school bag in the classroom over lunchtime because we'd be in a different room after lunch, it was another math class after lunch with Miss Wise again.

There was a brown paper parcel on the front stoop outside Michael's house, he pulled the string and unfolded the paper, it was an old and rusty plough shear, it had traces of blue paint on the top edge where our plough had been painted red when it was new which would indicate that it had been manufactured by a different company but it looked exactly the same as our broken shear.

We walked around the back of the house and entered the kitchen through an unlocked door. We ate our sandwiches at the kitchen table. Michael finished his food before me again and as I ate my last mouthful of sandwich when Michael dropped a bombshell on me...

"When was your last period?"

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I coated the tabletop with half macerated bread and cheese...boys weren't supposed to even know about a girl's private business...never mind ask her straight out like that.

I could feel that my face was heating up and he grinned at my reaction to his question, "Do you keep a diary?"

I do...did keep a diary and it was in my school bag. My last period had ended twenty five days earlier so I was on the cusp of starting my next one.

"Good...that means that you'll be safe to go onto the next step."

I didn't have a clue what I'd be safe for or what the next step was but I was about to find out because I was being pulled out of my seat and Michael dragged me through his house and into his parent's bedroom, he searched in his mother's drawer and pulled out a tampon.

"We'll need one of these for after!"

I knew what a tampon was and knew that his mother must have brought it with her from New York because in our town, no one would have bought one or worn one, we were a poor area, when we were on our periods, most of us wore cut down diapers and washed them after they became bloody.

I was dragged into Michael's bedroom and undressed, when I was totally naked I was pushed onto his bed and Michael put his face between my legs. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched as Michael licked between my legs. He was repaying me for the pleasure I'd given him with my mouth on our walk into school and as he was licking me he was pushing his saliva into my body with his tongue.

I had my pleasure and thought that it was all over. As I caught my breath Michael slithered up my body like a snake, he kissed me all the way from my pussy to my mouth and then he raised his upper body, he looked down at me and grinned as he suddenly thrust his hips against mine and I felt a stabbing pain between my legs as his cock slipped into my vagina, both using and bulldozing the plug of saliva that he'd pumped into my vagina deeper into my body.

As soon as I realised what he was doing I began to fight but it was short lived, not because I started to like what he was doing to me but because it was already all over. It only took Michael thirty seconds to climax in the tight sheath of my vagina and he allowed me to push him off of my body. I gasped when I saw blood around his cock...my blood. Before I could complain or stop him, his mother's tampon was in my vagina, just a trail of blue string hanging out of my body.

Michael pulled me into the family bathroom and he washed my fanny first before he washed my blood off of his cock. We dressed in silence and headed out of his house. Michael went to the front stoop and picked up the heavy plough shear.

"Why are you taking that to school?"

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"I'm not, I'm skipping school this afternoon so that I can go to your house and fit this sucker onto your mother's plough."

So after taking my virginity, Michael dumped me at the school gates and walked off, leaving me to go into class on my own. I stood in the doorway, looking at the desk that I'd sat at for seven years, I looked at the empty desk on the back row, as Michael wasn't going to be there I decided that I couldn't really justify sitting on the back row on my own but I did see an empty seat at the desk that was in front of the desk that Michael and I sat at the day before so I went and sat at the side of Peter Blackman.

Miss Wise called the register and then called my name, "Mary, please take the register to the secretary's office please."

As I walked to the front office I opened the register and noted that Michael had been marked as being at school even though he was absent.

The class had started working through a problem that Miss Wise had written on the blackboard, I settled into my seat at Peter Blackman's side. I'd seen the answer to the problem as I walked through the room to my seat, all I had to do was write it out in my exercise book and then I sat feeling bored.

I relieved my boredom by rubbing my hand over the front of Peter Blackman's trousers. By the end of the lesson I'd taken his cock out of his pants and rubbed him to just short of his pleasure. We moved classroom for the final two lessons of the afternoon and I sat next to a different boy and again I gave him pleasure with my hand as the boring class went on.

I ran all the way home. The plough was in the yard, the blue shear was mounted on the rack of red teeth, looking like a bad tooth in a mouth full of red teeth. I ran into the house and from the kitchen to the living room, both were empty, I headed for my bedroom but as I passed my mother's room I heard noises, the sound of gasping that sounded like it was coming from my mother and the sawing sounds of bedsprings rubbing against each other.

I pushed my mother's bedroom door open and caught her and Michel in bed together...Michael was doing to my mother what he'd done to me three hours earlier but he wasn't doing her for just thirty seconds, he was really taking his time as he screwed her.

"We're at the depot, we get thirty minutes for a toilet break or a coffee here ladies and gentlemen, if you're going on to our final destination, please be onboard promptly."

I was helped to my feet by the man who had been guiding me through a fantasy version of my youth and we walked through the bus arm in arm. I saw a worried look on the driver's face, he was looking at the seat that I'd just vacated. I looked back at the seat and saw that I was still sitting there. I suddenly realised that I wouldn't be moving into my new retirement home after all. I leaned against the man, "In your version of my life...did I have any children?"

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"Three boys and two girls by three different men!"

"That's nice...I'm sure that I loved having children!"

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