Of all the school breaks Easter was my favourite. When fresh young women step out in their light Spring frocks, faces smiling, eyes beguiling. Something is in the air. Everyone feels it, though none speak of it, for that would make it sordid, complicated.
I pulled up in my BMW convertible outside the school gates. Several other parents were there waiting for their privileged young things to appear. There was money here, money that enabled parents to shoo their children off to private school for weeks at a time and not feel guilt. A good education is the rock upon which a society is built. These young girls - 12 to 18 were tomorrow's lawyers, politicians, decision makers. They were also, as the offspring of the successful tend to be, absolutely gorgeous.
Some of them had already risked punishment by changing out of the regulation uniforms, others stamped their individuality on the situation by wearing their bonnets at an angle or artificially raising the hemlines of their blue pleated skirts to almost indecent levels.
"Woohoo Daddy"
I recognised the slightly sarcastic timbre of Amy's voice. She had never really embraced the idea of private schooling - she always said "daddy" in what she imagined was a snooty affected voice, which secretly I loved - but since her mother had passed away I had had little choice. And she was all the better for it. At 18 this was her final year before going to university and her grades were exemplary: she was well set to pursue a career in medicine.
Her shoulder length dark brown hair caught the breeze and snaked across her face. As usual she looked healthy and her make up was understated. She draped her arms around me and kissed me on the mouth, slyly letting her tongue glaze my lips. I felt her heat instantly. If this young lady had been a cat her tail would have been brushing the moon.
"This is Sarah" she said nodding at a shy looking rather thin blonde girl. "She's my best friend in my year and I said she could come to the castle too. Please Daddy she hasn't got anywhere to go..." She leaned in and whispered "She'll be cool with it Dad, promise"
The "castle" was of course nothing of the sort. It was more of an old rundown villa in the north of France. I had bought it as an investment with some romantic notion of becoming a vineyard owner, or maybe an impressionist painter. Whatever, it had become our holiday destination of choice over the past few years.
"Doesn't she have to...tell anyone?"
"Dad she has nobody. Her mother committed suicide after her arsehole alcoholic dad ran off with some librarian. It's a good job she's in the final year because she never could have afforded another."
I looked at the awkward little waif. She was beautiful in an elfin way, but her big blue eyes revealed the true depth of her pain. She looked as though nobody had said a nice thing to her for 10 years.
"Well Sarah, how would you like a trip to France?"
The smile she gave me was worth all the wealth I had and more. This was going to be a stunningly beautiful woman in the not too distant future.
Amy loved this car. She saw herself as a Hollywood starlet from the 30's being whisked away by her leading man, the wind cascading her hair and bringing a blush to her cheeks. She particularly liked to stare haughtily over the top of her designer sunglasses at other road users as we overtook them, sometimes blowing them a kiss. Occasionally some rampant youths would blow their horns and attempt to race us, but the convertible doesn't like to be behind another car...
I had worked out a route that avoided the major roads to the port. Over the years I had almost perfected it, there being one stretch of about 10 miles that for some reason always seemed nearly empty. Here I could put my foot down and make good time. Amy had reclined the seat a little and was more animated than I had seen her, nervously checking the road every now and then.
She turned to talk to Sarah and in doing so opened her legs wide, affording me an excellent view of her white panties. She was rocking on her seat a little as though attempting to scratch an itch without actually touching it.
"Daddy I have a surprise for you - give me your hand"
She took my hand in hers and eased it down the front of her knickers.
"Like? I shaved it this morning. Does it feel different? Do you like it?"
I looked nervously in the mirror but couldn't see if Sarah had noticed
"It's very smooth. And wet" I observed
"As always with you. Now Daddy? Pleeeeeeeeease?"
"Oh my God AMY!"
Sarah, it seemed, had noticed
"What are you doing? Oh MY GOD!"
Amy turned to her. "It's cool Sare, daddy loves to feel my young cunt, don't you pater?"
