Author's note: All participants are 18 or over.
If you read "How it all Started" (without the number 2), you may remember that I had recently had the best day of my short life. All thanks to my cousin Sharon. The problem was, having had the experience I had, I wanted more, much more. Unfortunately, although the experience had certainly made me feel 10 feet tall, I was still quite shy with girls. I could chat to them at a party without any worry, but to actually ask a girl out took a great deal of courage, often enhanced by a few beers! Even when I got the courage, to bring up the subject of sex and try and guide us to having it was still beyond my nerve. As I think I pointed out before, most of the girls I hung out with were very "nice". Now there's nothing wrong with that in most cases, but it did mean that the likelihood of having sex with them was remote. A good snog and perhaps being able to feel them up was probably all you were going to get. Or shall I rephrase that; all I was going to get.
It had been three weeks since I saw Sharon, I had hoped that somehow either she or I would be able to wangle another meeting, but she had been on holiday with her dad for two weeks. On the Thursday night my mum said to me, "Val (my auntie) and Sharon are going to pop over Saturday. Are you going to be around?"
I looked up at mum and tried to look nonchalant, "I think so, Arsenal are away this weekend and Robs working, so I doubt I'll be doing much during the day."
"That's good" said mum, "but I think they might stay over, so it'd be nice if you can stay in Saturday evening, or if you do go out, at least take Sharon with you."
They might stay over!! I was almost shaking with anticipation. After all Sharon had said 'keep quiet if you want to do this again.' So, she must want to do this again, mustn't she?
I looked up at mum, with as bored a look as I could muster, "OK, I'll make sure I'm around."
From that moment on, all I could do was think of Sharon, think of her pussy, think of her tits, think of her peeing, think of her kissing me, oh and think of her fucking me. Please, please make it happen.
Saturday finally came, I was hoping I would too! It was mid-June and pretty hot, well pretty hot for London, a pleasant 26 degrees.
The doorbell rang and I shot to open it, standing there was my auntie Val and Sharon. Sharon was in another of her summer dresses, yellow with white flowers on it. Her hair was up in a pony tail and she had short white socks on with white shoes. She looked gorgeous. I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
I managed to say, "Hi guys, come on in. Mums' out in the garden. I think she's going to have lunch out there."
Val and Sharon came in as I stood aside. As she brushed past me, Sharon dragged her hand over my groin, smiled and winked at me. Now I know I'm terrible at reading people, especially women, but even I knew that was a good sign.
We went out into the garden; mum was there sitting in a chair around a small table. She got up and kissed Val and then Sharon. Val then threw her arms around me and gave me a wet kiss on the lips and laughed. "How are you, every time I see you, you seem to have grown up a bit more."
"I'm good thanks auntie. You?" I replied.
"Same 'ol, same 'ol. Getting older but not wiser." She laughed again.
"Oh no," said mum, "that means you've met someone and he's a dick!"
Val smiled, a real twinkle in her eye. "Maybe. But I'll tell you later when the kids go off and do their thing."
For a second, I thought she knew what I was intending, but I realised it was only a turn of phrase.
Sharon came over to me then, she leaned in close and gave me a big hug. I could feel her tits against me and she slowly raised her knee up the inside of my leg. Then she planted a big kiss on my lips.
"Good to see you again cuz. Such a nice day, after lunch let's go for a walk and let these old farts moan about the world."
"Sure," I replied, "I know a couple of nice places we can go." I smiled at her and winked.
Lunch seemed to take an eternity. Mum had done a really nice spread, but all I wanted was to get Sharon alone. I was almost dancing in my seat by the end of lunch, so desperately did I want to leave. I think it amused Sharon. She was sitting opposite me and kept smiling at me. She also kept opening her legs when no one else was watching so that I could see he panties. The tease!
Lunch finally finished and Sharon and I excused ourselves from the table. We went to the front of the house and out through the door.
"Where shall we go and what shall we do?" asked Sharon with a grin on her face.
"Well, you couldn't see it from the garden, but just behind our house they're building some new flats. Some of them are almost complete. No one's there today as it's the weekend, well except the old security guard, but he'll be in watching the sport on tv." I said.
"Ooh you take me to all the best places," Sharon laughed.
I suddenly realised that it wasn't the most salubrious place to go, "I'm sorry, I didn't think. I just wanted somewhere to be alone with you." I hesitated but before she could reply I said, "You do want to be alone with me, don't you?"
Sharon gave a radiant smile then she leaned down and kissed me, her tongue snaking into my mouth.
"I was only joking. Relax, I told you how much I enjoyed the other week. I wanted to forgo my holiday with dad to try and get to see you sooner. Chill cuz." She kissed me again. "We better not stay outside your front door snogging, someone might see. Come on take me to a building site!"
I took her about 400 yards down the street then turned left into an ally. We went in between two houses to their rear then left again along a back ally. This is where the bin men used to collect the rubbish years ago. There was a wall about three feet high with a wire fence and about every 100 yards was a gate. We climbed the wall and went through one of the gates. We found ourselves on a roadway covered in mud. In front of us were flats, a garage on the ground floor and two stories above. Behind the flats the ground ran uphill about 400 yards to a railway line. Turning either left or right there were more flats. Some were identical to the ones in front of us and some didn't have the garages. There were also some small houses too.
"Let's walk towards the rear of these," I said, "so we can't be seen from the roadway."