Here's part three, sorry it's taken so long to get to the dirty stuff but hopefully it'll be worth in the end. Mind you, I've no idea where the end is yet.
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I drove back to Manchester with a real feeling of trepidation. My hidden message to Tim, if he read it right, basically told him he was going to lose his 'technical virgin' status to me at some stage over that weekend.
I'd known that I would do the deed with him, if I was honest, right back when I'd walked in on his naked body and had my first glimpse of that huge cock of his. Love her or hate her, Mum had known a good thing when she saw it and I had to agree that I wanted some of it.
I wasn't in love, I didn't want his babies, but I knew that I needed that huge cock in me and, like the idea of making love to little Debs after my first glimpse of her crotch, it had taken up quite a bit of my fantasy time in my big bed.
I had lain on my bed with my vibrator trying to get an idea of what his penis would feel like in me, and I tried to remember how big it was. In the grocers I found myself looking at the cucumbers and trying to guess which was the nearest and did I have the nuts to buy one, take it home and wash it prior to squeezing the thing into my pussy.
I did buy one of course, even going so far as to buy tomatoes, lettuce and other salad stuff just so the smiling lady behind the counter wouldn't think I was buying it for any other reason than a nice salad.
I got it home, washed it, dried it carefully and took it to my bedroom. I took a shower and washed and dried me, even adding a little perfume to my neck and lay on my bed staring at it for a full ten minutes before I decided what I was going to do with it.
I put my clothes back on, went down to the kitchen and made a huge Greek salad -- if I was going to have something that big in me it was going to warm and attached to a man that would force it in and out of me in until he came at the same time as me. Tim was gaging for it, so was I, we'd pretty much done everything but, and... hell, what was the worst that could happen.
So I went to my Doctor, and asked to go on the pill. I'd been with his practice for years and he asked me if I was in a relationship and what other precautions was I taking; AIDS was being taken seriously by that time. I said that it was part of a committed relationship with someone that I trusted and knew his sexual history. The doctor smiled, took my blood pressure and wrote me a prescription there and then.
As if by magic my period started two days later and I took the first pill as instructed and that was that. I had finished the first pack, gone through the withdrawal bleed and started the second pack. According to the doctor and medical science I was ready -- ready to fuck, to fuck Tim, to fuck my little brother.
But the preparations though; Every now and again, I'd take a Saturday with my last remaining batchelorette mates and we'd do the town centre, have lunch in the department store, look at shoes and get all girly.
On this particular day, there was a wedding event on and I noticed the white underwear looking sweet, sexy and just virginal enough to make it a bit exciting. We all had a bit of a chuckle at the basque's, the teddies, the babydolls and various other conglomerations of silk, satin and lace that could be put together for the discerning bride to be, and the pleasure of her husband.
While we giggled, there is that bit in every woman that wants to be a bride and have all of that and our joking wasn't the way it would have been perhaps teen years previously when we were in our late teens and very early twenties. I did pine for what might have been when I passed wedding dress hire shops, but was enough of a realist not to pine too much.
The idea of that sexy underwear, and the concept of that all-important first night of love stuck in my mind for the rest of the day. Saying a fond farewell to my girls and a little before five o'clock, a calmly walked back towards the department store as I said I had some groceries I wanted to buy in the supermarket. Once out of site I dashed towards the department store, one of those old fashioned oak and walnut clad ones that you just knew would have the ladies stood at the door at 5.28 with the key ready to lock up until Monday morning -- no Sunday trading for those places,not in those days.
I made it with fifteen minutes to spare and spent a lazy ten of them walking around the almost deserted lingerie department selecting a few different looks, that I hoped would set the scene for Tim and make losing his virginity a bit more special; OK, now I'm happy to admit that it was for me as well.
The next week I booked an appointment to get my hair done on the Friday afternoon of my next visit.
So it was with some real sense of trepidation that I slipped my door key into the lock of Mum and Tim's place and opened the door.
"I'm here!" I called out to the house.
Tim was there in seconds; with a huge smile and a peck on the cheek for me, something we'd never done before. I could see a change in him. Gone were the long sleeve shirt and flannel trousers, he wore jeans, probably for the first time in his life, a Fred Perry T-shirt and, amazingly of all, trainers. Not only had his hair been cut, it had been styled, and no glasses -- his absence of squinting telling me straight away he'd gone for contact lenses like I had.
He took my hand and led me into the front room, no longer a hallowed locked-door mystery but a downstairs bedroom for Mum until she was well enough and recovered from her hip replacement to venture upstairs. She smiled at me and I kissed her proffered cheek.
"I'll get some tea Mum," he said. Again, this was a change; up until a few months ago, this would have been 'SHALL I get some tea Mum'. She nodded, and indicated I should sit in the high backed day chair that had obviously been supplied for Mum when she wanted to get out of bed.
She told me of her operation, her recovery, coming home in the ambulance, being carried in by the big ambulance men and how she reckoned she'd not be able to manage being upstairs for quite a while yet. This was typical Mum -- she loved attention, and the thought that she had to be waited on and have all sorts of special measures in place for her would have absolutely made her year.
Tim came in with a tray and three mugs, and a packet of chocolate biscuits -- another first, biscuits being served on a weekday, chocolate, I looked around to see if royalty were due. After we chatted for a while, Tim said he'd take my bag up declaring that I was to sleep in his room and he would be in Mum's. I could see that Mum had a bit of an issue with that but all the time she wanted to maintain her illness privileges she couldn't make too much complaint.
Following him up the stairs, I noticed that the colour scheme had changed -- everything had changed. Gone was the heavy utility furniture that we'd had all of the years of my growing up, and those miserably, grotty greens, browns and creams that had been 'landlords colours' and what I had been used to until I bought my own house.
The upstairs hall was bright and airy and yellow! Walking into his bedroom I was stunned, the miserable brown embossed wall paper and yellowing white gloss had been replaced. The walls were light blue, the gloss was painted a bright, flst, matt white and the faded nets and dark curtains had been replaced. His room was like a bright oasis.
Spell bound I walked around his room grinning, stopping to touch the small television he'd installed. "I haven't told Mum," he said, "I'm not sure she'd be impressed with a second TV!"
"Wow Tim, I like the new look," I said, walking closer to him, "and I like the new Tim." I whispered touching his cheek.
"I missed you Lainey," he said with a silly smile.
"No you didn't," I giggled, "You missed my body and what I let you do to it."
