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Jase was a trainee chef, so he worked most evenings. That was okay by me, I wasn't fussed about going out and doing stuff. My head was pretty much full of college at the moment, and I liked to just relax in the evenings. I saw plenty of Jase during the days, and when I didn't, I seemed to be able to distract myself with other people, like Ash or Bren.
At college I tended to work with Alex. He lived on the other side of town to me, had a scooter that he drove to college on, was mildly funny, although not as funny as he thought he was, and never seemed lost for words or ideas when we were together.
"Let's go get coffee." Alex said as we finished the tutorial.
"Okay" I had nowhere specific to be, "where?"
"There is a great coffee shop near me, have you been on a scooter before."
"No." And I had no desire to go on one either.
"I have a spare helmet, it's a bit big, but it'll be fine, all you do is sit behind me and hold on around my waist."
"Oh."
I want to say that it was remarkably terrifying and scary and horrendous, but it wasn't. It wasn't exactly fun, but, well, it got us from college across town to the 'Old Java, a coffee shop on the edge of town. I guess their coffee was good as the place seemed quite busy. I ordered an iced milky coffee with a scoop of ice cream on top. Alex ordered a cappuccino which I found a bit boring if I am honest.
"What does your boyfriend do?" He asked me whilst we waited for our drinks, an odd choice of subject I thought.
"He's a chef."
"Oh cool, does he cook you loads of fab meals?"
"Not really."
"I would if you were my girlfriend, anyway, do you want to drink here, or come back to mine? I only live just round the corner."
"What are the buses like, only I live on the other side of town."
"No worries, I'll take you home if you like."
"Okay." I knew his intentions, and I was not averse to a distraction.
We grabbed the coffees and Alex wedged the coffees in his top box. I put the helmet back on, I didn't know how people could get used to the restricted vision, I hated it, and I wasn't keen when it bumped onto the back of his helmet as he drove. He was right, he really did only just live round the corner. He had to get off first and then I showed more panty than I would have liked as I managed to get off the back of his seat. I held the drinks as he unlocked the door and ushered me in.
"My folks are out all day, let's sit in the lounge, we'll be comfy enough in there." I followed him, their lounge was oddly at the back of the house, the kitchen it seemed was at the front. Large TV in the corner and a music system with rows and rows of CDs. How old fashioned I thought.
Alex looked at what I was looking at, "folks are prehistoric when it comes to sounds," he laughed. He sat next to me on the settee and I took a sip at my ice creamy milky coffee. It was in danger of overflowing as the ice cream was melting fast, so my first priority was to get it back to a level of safety where the risk of spillage was reduced.
"I love the outfits you wear," Alex said, "they are so cool. Most of the girls at college either look like they work in a morgue or are dolled up as if they are about to go out. And then there is you, always neat, tidy, immaculate. I love it."
Well, that was odd. It is true we did seem to have a lot of Goths at college, but, if I am honest, I had never really taken much notice of what people wore. "Thank you, that is a really nice thing to say." I turned and put my drink on the side table, and as I turned back Alex kissed me. Oh. I suppose I should have expected it, but I really didn't. I mean he knows full well that I have a boyfriend. Is there no honour with boys? I kissed him back.
His hand found my left boob as he kissed and he rubbed it a little, then his hand went down, and then back up inside my top. Crumbs. His tongue was pushing at my purse and I allowed it in, my tongue joining in with the dance in our mouths, his hand pushed my bra up and squeezed my nipple. I pressed his hard cock through his trousers.
He stopped kissing, leant back and pulled my top up and undoing my bra he pulled it off. My boobs were on full display, something they had not been expecting to do today. He leant forward and sucked my right nipple, and as I realised what was happening, I felt his hand on my panties. Crumbs. I undid his trousers and pulled down his zip, thankful that I did not have to fumble with buttons on his trousers. He raised himself a little and I managed to pull his trousers and pants down enough to release his cock. I had a sudden thought about his parents walking in on us, but his finger rubbing my clitoris distracted me from such potential interruptions.
He put his fingers on my panties waistband and pulled them down, leaving me just wearing my skirt. My fanny was now open and fully accessible to him. I heard him fumbling with something and realised he was opening a condom wrapper. He pulled it free and in a way that looked well practised, he rolled it on to his cock, rolled over onto me and penetrated me all in one move.
Whilst I am not hugely experienced in these things, I was used to a little more interaction before the act, but not Alex it seemed, and he started shagging quite energetically, the slap as he struck my belly echoing around the room. He wasn't as big as Jase, or my dad, but he still managed to stretch my fanny, although I didn't feel the pressures deep inside, perhaps he wasn't as long. As I lay there being pummelled into the settee, I began to see things a little from Bren's perspective. Here was a boy that only had one aim, get into my panties.
It was nice, don't get me wrong, but very one sided and not nice enough. This guy simply provided a shag, nothing more, he was not boyfriend material. I didn't feel a part of it, I felt very much as if I were just being used and as I lay there my fanny being pummelled, I wondered if mum used to feel that way with John. Alex pushed hard into me and grunted a few times. I guessed he had filled the condom. He pulled back and his cock slipped from me, looking down I could see he had indeed managed to fill the bulb. I reached over and had another drink of my milky coffee.
After Alex had dropped me at home, I didn't invite him in, just said I would see him at college, I had a good wash in the bathroom and slipped on some clean underwear. Probably won't be going home with Alex again I decided.
"Who was that love?" Mum asked.
"Oh, Alex from college, he offered me a lift on his scooter, and I said yes. I hadn't been on a scooter before, and I don't think I will be in a rush to go on one again. I hate the view from inside the helmet."
"No, I was never a one for boys with motorbikes when I was your age. So, just a lift then love?"
"Yes mum, just a lift, nothing more." Well, mums don't need to know everything.
"Still sore mum?"
"Not so much love, I got some witch hazel from Boots and I think that helps. Obviously I only risk external application's."
"Yes mum, obviously, no idea what you could use for internal, the only thing I could even think of is Vaseline, but I know they say you can use that with tampons, but I have never put anything like that inside."
"Oh I don't think that's a good idea, anyway I wasn't thinking of that inside, I was thinking more along the outside inside."
"Oh, right, crikey, you're sore there? Wow. Dad must get very enthusiastic to make that area sore."
Mum went quite red and turned away, again a conversation that had gone further than she expected. Oh well, when you consider that my dad had shagged me, embarrassment was no longer really an option for me.
Mum seemed to regain her composure, "That boy not really in the field then love?"
