All persons engaged in sexual activity in this story, are over 18 years of age.
It is certainly worth reading CH1 and CH2 first to understand her character, but there are probably enough references to them in CH3 to make it a stand-alone story if you wish.
As in previous chapters, this is the background to the time and place.
This story is based on real happenings that took place in the mid 1980's in the United Kingdom when the internet was barely an infant and not available to the majority of individuals. As for mobile phones, they were huge, solid, brick-like blocks weighing over two pounds and were owned by only the very wealthy. This meant that knowledge of sex was gleaned mostly by looking at adult magazines aka Playboy, Hustler and so on which were often bought by older brothers or sisters. Certain books like 'Tropic of Cancer' that were 'borrowed' from someone's father's collection also worked a treat. Hearing playground chat amongst more or less 'informed' friends, proved popular too.
Finding out officially what 'sex' was all about was mainly limited to the teachings of the Biology teacher who, if he/she was confident, would talk you through the reproductive cycle of humans or if not, would tell you how frogs and newts reproduced (not very useful and definitely not very sexy!). Boys and girls were nowhere near as mature or knowledgeable about sex at age 18 compared to many of today's 14 or 15 year olds, thanks mainly to the multitude of internet 'information' that can now be accessed by anyone that can type 'sex' into a search engine.
All of this is to set the scene for you, to make you aware that in the late 1970s, early 1980s, unlike the present, many boys and girls at age 18 were considerably naïve when it came to real sexual encounters and in the UK (as is now) anyone over the age of 18 could buy and consume alcohol.
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It had been just under two weeks since the last evening Cass had been babysitting for us. Her evening had started badly because of her immature boyfriend (now ex-boyfriend, thank goodness) who I agreed could keep her company in our house, but had tried to roughly grope her and was probably aiming for more. If he hadn't been so rough and uncouth, he might have got further than he did as it was clear to me that she had dressed and groomed herself to look as attractive and sexy as she could for him.
She is a lovely, shy girl, a product of strict parents, and even at 18, had little experience of sexual matters except what she had picked up from friends' gossip and chatter. She eventually told me that she had tried various way of 'making herself feel good' as she put it, to simulate a man, using objects her friends had told her about, like brush handles and the like, but she wanted to feel what it was really like and that's how I finally ended up inside her giving her the best orgasm so far. I had enough sense to pull out and not cum inside her, but we all know that sperm can be present in pre-cum and there was a nagging worry that if we were very unlucky, she could get pregnant from that alone.
I hadn't seen her again since that night, but if I said I wasn't interested in being alone with her on another evening, to see if anything more was going to happen, I would be lying.
A few days later, the inevitable happened and my wife told me she had booked Cass for Friday, as her night shift as a nurse coincided with my late work shift and again, we needed someone to stay with the two young children. I tried to just be non-committal, but inside, I was full of both anticipation and apprehension. Yes, Cass had enjoyed it and had said it was our secret, but would she have confided in her friends? It would only take a wrong word from someone for the consequences to be ...well.. something I didn't really want to contemplate.
The following day I reasoned that if anyone else knew, then I am sure I would have heard about it by now, so with anticipation rather than repercussions forefront in my thoughts, I bought a packet of condoms from a chemist out of our area,- just in case.
When I arrived home late Friday evening around 11:30pm I found an unknown car on our drive. It was a Mini. It wasn't new, but looked in good condition. I wondered if Cass had got a new boyfriend and he was here with her and that was the end of anything between us.
I entered the house and was surprised to see Cass alone on the sofa, with the lights dimmed just watching TV.
"Hi Cass, "I said, looking round to make sure I hadn't missed her boyfriend in the darkened room, "all ok, no problems with the children?"
"No," she said, "everything is fine, I checked on them a few minutes ago and they are sound asleep."
"Err Cass, I noticed the car on the drive, do you have a boyfriend here?"
"Oh no," she laughed, "I'm off 'boys' for now after the last one," she said, putting the emphasis on 'boys', "it's my car, my parents bought it for me as a late 18th birthday present. You know I am going away to college in a few months, well they wanted me to be independent and able to get home easily, so they got me the car. I already learnt to drive as soon as I was old enough. They gave it to me now so that I could spend some time getting used to it."
"Ahh ok, that was nice of them," I thought, so no boyfriend on the scene.
"Yes, it was, but I think they really want me to come home often so they can keep an eye on me," she grinned.
I'll just go up and check on the children," I said, and then maybe you would like a drink unless you want to get home."
"A drink would be good thanks, lager if you have it."
Once I had come back downstairs and got us a drink each, I plonked myself down on the sofa next to her, as I had on previous occasions.
We both took a sip and then she said quietly, "Pete, I have something to tell you."
I groaned inwardly, what news has she got, is it about last time or...
"I've been to the doctor."
"The doctor?" I repeated stupidly, I am sure my heart skipped a beat. No, surely, she isn't going to tell me she is pregnant I can't be that unlucky...oh God. "You're not pregnant, are you?" I blurted out.
She burst out laughing then put her hand over her mouth to lessen the noise.
"Nooooo, quite the opposite."
"I don't understand," I said.
"Pete," she was blushing again, "the last time I was here, I got you to let me try a few things and I know you were worried, and as I am also going to college, I thought it was time I was on the contraceptive pill, not that I am going to be doing stuff from day one, but just in case. My parents would be horrified, but I know I can tell you, and it seemed the sensible thing to do."
