Chapter I
"Mum, I am old enough," the eighteen year old girl wailed. She pushed back her dirty blonde hair that was tumbling down her face and gave her mother a frown.
"I know you are but you have an exam tomorrow. It's very important, babe."
Sarah sighed and grunted to herself. "It's English Lit. I have no problem with that. And I haven't seen Kev for two weeks," she whined.
Angela Bailey grimaced. "I got you tickets for this afternoon, there is no reason why you can't do some revision this morning and meet him at two thirty outside the stadium."
Sarah puffed and crossed her arms. "I want to see him. I have done all my revision and I have already arranged to meet him."
"And to be honest young lady, after what Mrs Crosse said yesterday I don't want you going at all. Be grateful that I'll let you go for the afternoon."
Sarah uncrossed her arms and then waved them around theatrically. "What the hell was all that about? You saw me leave dressed in jeans and a blouse. And you saw me come home wearing that. I wasn't wearing some miniskirt, looking like a hooker."
"Well that's what she said she saw. She was waiting to get the bus to bingo and said that's what you were wearing when she went past. Is there anything you want to tell me?"
"No," Sarah replied sharply. "It was probably Paul's girlfriend, you've seen how she dresses. You know how confused the old woman gets."
Her mother eyed the young girl suspiciously. "Are you having sex?"
Sarah gave a panicked expression and looked around the hallway of their upmarket suburban house. "No, Mum. This is not something I want to talk about. Now I am going to miss my train."
Angela put her hand on her daughter's shoulder as she went towards the door. "Not so fast, young lady."
"Oh what is it now?" Sarah asked exasperated and Angela shot her daughter a dangerous look.
"What are you going to be doing in London?"
"I dunno yet. Meeting Kev. My boyfriend. The love of my life," Sarah responded dramatically and Angela rolled her eyes.
"You are a teenager. You do not know what love is," she muttered in response and the Sarah's blue eyes sparkled angrily. She pulled herself up to her 5ft 8in in height and puffed her chest out.
"I do know what love is," she barked furiously and Angela groaned. Sarah had had this chat with her best friend, Donna, who had told her that Kevin clearly did not love her as he did not treat her with respect which had caused a bit of an argument, but Sarah knew that being in her boyfriend's company made her feel warm and content. She had not managed to feel like that with anyone else, doing anything else.
"I will give you a lift to the station," Angela told her and got her keys. "But I want you home for six. And not a minute later, you understand?"
Sarah groaned. "Oh Mum, purr-lease."
* * * * *
Sarah sat down in the deserted carriage and waited for the doors to close. The Sunday service trains from Aylesbury to London (via her town of Wendover) were rarely busy and she was lucky in that there was only a smattering of other passengers.
She had resented her mother following her onto the station, but the twenty pounds in cash she had given her as "spending money" was gratefully received and Sarah put her bag down on the seat next to her.
She needed to get changed. She could not meet her boyfriend in just jeans and T-Shirt -- he would certainly dump her if she wasn't sexy and alluring. Sarah scanned the carriage and saw that there was just one guy at the end of the train listening to his music.
The train jerked into life and Sarah was jerked forwards. She waited for it to pick up speed and she ferreted around in her rucksack. She liked this bag, as the lining was coming away at the bottom and with a bit of cleverness, it was possible to hide items underneath the bag, so it was not immediately apparent that there was anything there.
Sarah kicked her heels off. Her mother did not object to her choice of footwear, but then they were not big heels and were mostly hidden by her jeans anyway.
She slid her hand in and took out a plaid black and white tartan skirt. It was short, but it was supposed to be. Sarah took one more look on the train and slid her jeans down her firm, teenage thighs. The harsh fabric on the chair rubbed against the back of her legs and she struggled with the denim trousers. It congregated by her ankles and she struggled to kick off the stubborn garment.
Sarah liked her skin-tight jeans, but they always posed a problem when removing them if required in a hurry. She never went to football practice wearing them as putting them on after having a shower was problematic. Her mother chastised her strongly after she walked home at night wearing them one night, saying they could invite unwanted attention, although Sarah did point out that if she couldn't get them off, then a rapist had no chance. This theory was not appreciated by either of her parents.
Sarah panicked with her trousers stuck and tugged sharply. Finally, the jeans came free and the teenager put the tartan skirt over her feet and stood up to pull the skirt up to her waist. The skirt was at least eight inches above her knee and suggested plenty, revealing lots of unblemished flesh.
Sarah delved into her beg and pulled out a pair of sheer white hold-up stockings. She rolled them over her feet and pulled them up gently so they came over her knees and finished a couple of inches below the hem of the skirt.
Sarah then looked around the carriage again. She pulled off her T-Shirt and unclipped her bra. She wanted to wear her very tight pink top that showed her well-developed bust nicely; and she didn't want to wear a bra, Kevin liked it when she wasn't wearing any underwear.
"Tickets please," she heard behind her and squawked in shock. The aged gentleman cursed when he saw Sarah's bust staring at him and rubbed his eyes to check if he was imagining the topless teenager.
"Oh shit," cried Sarah and covered her bosom with her hands.
"This isn't a changing room," the ticket-collector reminded her and Sarah nodded, frantically finding her pink top and slipping it over her head. Her face was flushed and bright red. Sarah delved into her purse and passed the collector her ticket to check.
"Sorry," she said as he passed it back, but he sighed.
"Listen love, you'd do well not to go to London dressed like that. You don't look old enough."
Sarah nodded in politeness and then retrieved her book as he left her. She had never been watched getting changed before, although usually she had time to do it in the local park before making it to the station. Her mother caused her to flash on the train although she could hardly complain to her.
