The "Touch"

 I first became aware of 'The Touch' when I was eighteen.

My name is James, although I am mostly known as Jamie. I thought at that time that I was a normal sort of guy, I went to work and college, and lived with my mother and my sister Emma, who is a year younger than me, in a large detached house on the outskirts of Salisbury.

There was only the three of us, and it had mostly been that way for ever. I now have difficulty remembering Dad clearly. He was a big, handsome, Irishman, who worked in the building trade, mostly abroad, and was away almost all of the time, but turned up smelling of alcohol every few months, for a long week-end and sometimes for a full week at Christmas and Easter. It was a few days after my fifteenth birthday when he disappeared for ever. He packed his rucksack as usual, kissed us all goodbye and went off to work somewhere in Germany, and that was the last we ever saw of him, he just never came back, didn't telephone, didn't write, nothing!

It was a probably nearly three months before we kids realised that something was wrong, Mum was really upset all the time and I heard her crying downstairs at night after we had gone to bed and then she started working part-time at her sister's garden centre when we were at school.

About six months later, one Sunday afternoon, mum's sister, Auntie Maggie came to tea and we all sat down in the living room and mum told me and Emma what was happening. My father had simply disappeared off the face of the earth. He had not turned up for work in Germany and nobody had seen him since he left home. I learned later that the money had stopped on the same day he left which was why mum had to go to work, and Auntie Maggie had been helping to pay the mortgage on the house. My aunt was up front about her opinions from the start, my father had always been a foot-loose drunk, who never really wanted to settle down, and even after he married my mother, chased anything in a skirt especially when he was drinking. Maggie's theory was that he had taken off with one of his women and was bumming around Spain or some place where there was lots of sun and cheap booze.

Later that evening, I heard mum crying again downstairs in the living room. I checked on Emma to make sure that she was asleep then went down. I sat beside Mum on the couch and put my arms around her and muttered all the crappy, stupid platitudes that adolescent boys come up with, how I would be 'the man of the house', and look after her and Emma, as soon as I could I would get a job to help out with the money, how everything would be all right, and how we didn't need Dad or anybody else, we three were good on our own.

In reality I did actually take those promises seriously and things did work out OK for the most part over the next few years. Mum decided to go back to nursing which had been her career before she married Dad, she continued to work for Auntie Maggie part time and did the refresher courses for nursing in between. I played at being 'husband and father' doing jobs about the house and garden, got a paper round to bring in some money, and once Mum went back to nursing full time, stayed in evenings and weekends to look after my sister, made the breakfasts and lunch boxes for us all, and cooked our tea when Mum was on night shift or early mornings, and tried to protect Mum from my sister's constant whinging about not having any pocket money, no longer having a family car, and us having to look after ourselves when mum was working.

Emma was being a real pain in the arse, but I suppose in fairness she was a teenage girl in the grip of puberty, and she seemed to see Dad leaving as some kind of personal abandonment targeted just at her. She alternated between being withdrawn and feeling sorry for herself, or full dramatics and hysterical out bursts, lashing out at Mum and me for anything or nothing.

I knew that I had to act responsibly for Mum's sake but I sometimes got really pissed off with it all and started acting up in the way the teenage boys do, drinking, smoking and getting into scrapes, we even had the police round once because me and a mate got picked up for kicking bins over in the shopping mall, and swearing at the security blokes. My school work had gone to crap but I didn't have the guts to upset Mum by telling her that I wanted to duck out of my A levels, leave school and get a job somewhere. I did confide in Auntie Maggie, who promised to have a think about it and perhaps speak to my mother for me.

Auntie Maggie came up trumps again. On my 16th birthday we all went to her place for a birthday tea and she took me to one side afterwards and asked me if I fancied a Saturday job at the Garden Centre, "It's up to you," she said, "I will pay you with cash and we will say you are just family helping out if there are any questions."

I snatched at the offer. "Yeah thanks! That's really great," I said, "we could seriously do with the extra money. When can I start? Can I do holidays as well as week-ends?"

"Just slow down." My aunt replied, "There is a whole raft of conditions attached to this. For one, I have spoken to your mother and she says that you are old enough to decide for yourself how much you want to work, but only if it does not interfere with your school work, so for now just stay at school until we can work something out, OK?"

"Secondly, I want you to promise me that you will keep some of your wages for yourself and not just put everything you earn into the family pool." She smiled, "Buy your self some smart gear that will impress the girls, OK?"

"Yeah, OK!" I replied. I couldn't help grinning. I thought that no one had noticed that I had started seriously taking an interest in totty, especially in tight jeans and sweaters, just like Auntie Maggie was wearing now. I felt a warm tingle starting in my groin, and hoped that I was not blushing.

"Finally," she went on, "get your act together, stop acting like a hooligan and for God sake don't drop me in the fucking shit with your mother!" She noticed my slight shock at her use of the F word. "Oh, come on Jamie, if you look and act like a grown man, don't expect me to treat you like a child anymore!"

I turned up for work the following Saturday. Uncle Ben, Maggie's husband, kitted me out with the centre uniform, green trousers and shirt with a logo on the breast pocket, a matching fleece for working outside and a pair of wellies. I preened in front of the locker room mirror and saw a good looking adolescent with dark wavy hair, already quite broad in the chest and shoulders. I was a keen rugby player and had been in my house team at school until everything fell apart at home. Unlike my father, I was never going to be a tall man, but at 16 I had almost reached my full height and stood about 5'9". Auntie Maggie was right; I could easily pass for 18 plus, and in my new uniform probably even older.

I was glad to have the Saturday job not just for the cash, but because it was a way of avoiding my sister at week-ends as she had become a real pain. Always flying into tantrums and picking fights with Mum, and I was pissed off with constantly getting caught in the middle. When we were kids and mum was at home all day we always used to do everything as a family, but now, because of Mum working shifts we seemed to never all be in the house at the same time, most evenings I would hang out with my mates from school or occasionally hook up with one of the local girls for a snog and, if I was lucky, a quick fumble, but no girlfriend so far, had lasted more than a couple of weeks.

My first Saturdays at work were spent helping the garden centre's only full timer, Jack, who was about 60 and knew everything about plants, flowers and vegetables. I moved and stacked bags of compost, sacks of sand and gravel, plant pots large and small, filled up the displays with potted plants, bags of bulbs and seed vegetables, swept out the greenhouses, watered the plants, and loaded customer's cars, it was hard work but I actually liked it.

Sometimes I helped Uncle Ben to maintain or repair the sprinkler systems and pumps. Uncle Ben was a tall rather pompous man who always wore old fashioned tweed suits and worked as a travelling salesman for agricultural and farm machinery so was usually only at the garden centre at weekends; nothing was ever said but I didn't really like him much and I don't believe that he cared much for me either. He insisted that I always call him Uncle Ben even though my aunt had now asked me to just call her Maggie and treated me the same as the other grown men at the centre. I thought it strange that he was always going off down the lane to use the public 'phone box instead of using the one in the office, but nobody else seemed to notice so I never mentioned it to anyone. Later I was to wish that I had.

Maggie managed the shop and the office and the other staff were part timers like me, there was a really butch girl who was a 6th former at the same girls school as my sister, and a couple of older lads from technical college who were doing work experience for their biology courses. The business was growing steadily but still didn't justify a heap of staff, Maggie just took on temps, mainly students, when they were needed.

The garden centre was starting to get busy and I began going into work most days after school when Mum was at home to keep and eye on Emma, and when the summer holidays started I was there all day, every day. The garden centre was closed on Sunday and I was really meant to take a day off in the week as well, but most weeks I came in every day, Maggie never made an issue of it and just paid me the extra time. I was now spending most of my time with Jack or Maggie who were teaching me about plants and flowers and the basic skills needed to become a gardener or horticulturalist from the Latin names of flowers to the designing and lay out of gardens. I discovered to my surprise that I really liked the idea of gardens and gardening and was well along the path to deciding to leave school next year and try my hand as a jobbing gardener. I just did not know how to break the news to Mum.

Once again Maggie came to the rescue. She asked me up to her house one lunch time. Maggie and Uncle Ben lived in an enormous eight bedroom detached house at the back of the Garden Centre, with landscaped gardens, swimming pool, the lot. It all belonged to Maggie, the house, the Garden Centre, the money, everything; her first husband had been a very successful architect and garden landscaper, who had died in an accident after they had been married only a few years and had left her a fortune. Maggie, herself, was a well known garden designer so she had bought the neighbouring farm and started the business. She had only met and married Uncle Ben about five years ago after the girls had started boarding school. Mum always reckoned she married him mainly because she was just lonely in that big house, if that was right then she had copped a dud because he was usually away from Monday to Friday out on the road and even when he was home spent most evenings in hotel bars in Salisbury.

We sat in her kitchen with coffee and sandwiches, and she came out with the perfect solution to my problem, "I have spoken to your mother," she said, "and if you are still serious about wanting to quit school and get a job, then I will take you on full time at the garden centre. But...." She added, "not just as an unskilled labourer, like your waster of a father. If you really want the job you have to work for it, and that means committing for three years."

"Fantastic," I said, "but what is this three year thing?"

She put on a serious face but I could see that she was trying not to smile. "Three years is the time it will take for you to complete a day release Cities and Guild course to become a qualified horticulturalist. If you do that then you will have a good start on a worthwhile career. Take the job and you will go onto the payroll, the Garden Centre will pay for your day release classes and Jack has agreed to train you in all the practical aspects of gardening." She paused and looked deep into my eyes, "So what do you think? " She winked at me, "Do you want to be a man or a mouse, a gardener or a time waster? Just don't think you will get special treatment because you are my big, handsome, sexy nephew"

I did not know what to say or do, so I jumped up, picked her up bodily from her chair in a bear hug and swung her around the kitchen shouting "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

I think that it was at that point that I began to realise that Maggie was not just my aunt but was also a bloody attractive woman. I had always had a bit of a thing about older women, and remember even at eight or nine being fascinated by smart mature women in tight pencil skirts and high heels, not really a sex thing then but I just liked to watch them. The sudden close physical contact with her had caused an almost instant re-action and I felt myself starting to get a hard on and so quickly sat back down at the table to conceal the growing bulge in my trousers. From that point onwards I just regarded and looked at Maggie in a completely different way.

That was it....I started work straight away at the centre and began my C&G course a month later, I was really happy, this was what I wanted to do, it was dream come true. The next couple of years were probably the happiest I can remember. Mum was overjoyed that I had sorted myself out and seemed to be acting sensibly again, but I noticed that she had started to pour herself a glass of wine as soon as she got in from her shift at the hospital, even at breakfast time, and there was always at least one wine bottle often more to put out with the rubbish most days. Money was still a problem, Dad had not paid the mortgage for months before he left and had max'd out his and Mum's credit cards so she was still struggling to keep our heads above water, I think that this was the major part of Mum's problem. At least now I was paying a good chunk of my wages into the housekeeping pot which made a difference.

My sister Emma just continued to be a real pain in the arse, she was doing OK at school and looked to be getting good results but was still really moody, and seemed to be at loggerheads with Mum all the time; then she would come whinging to me about how unfairly she thought she was being treated. I probably should have been more understanding but she was really irritating at times and her behaviour just forced us further apart. Her moodiness, combined with Mum's constant worrying about money, and my working full time, meant none of us really talked to each other anymore, and that was adding to the problem.

Sundays were a real drag as they have been since forever....everywhere was closed, no shops except for the newsagent, and the cinemas did not open until 4 on Sunday afternoon. When Mum was not working we still had a family cooked lunch and then tried to just spend time together but Emma and Mum would just end up arguing again. I think we all started to give up and Mum and I spent most Sunday afternoons working in the garden, it hadn't been touched for several years and needed a lot of work. Some Sundays I would volunteer to go into work; the plants and shrubs needed watering seven days a week during the summer even though the garden centre was closed to the public. I left Emma to do her own thing which was perhaps unfair of me.

The next couple of years seemed to fly past and my eighteenth birthday came round, I was now officially and legally a man! Once again it was Maggie who organised everything. My birthday is in early June and she arranged a poolside party at her place; it was just for immediate family, the guys from work, and a couple of my mates. Uncle Ben was working away, thank God! I had started to seriously dislike that wanker, but I really didn't know why. Mum took the afternoon off work and Emma as usual sat in a corner sulking. She had got good exam passes and could have applied to university but refused to consider leaving home or even think about her future and spend most of her time loafing around the house or at the shopping Mall with her drippy friends. Thankfully she was clean...she didn't drink, smoke or use drugs, and she had never had a boyfriend. She was just becoming a total waste of space who expected to be kept in clothes and pocket money by me and Mum.

Maggie and Mum unveiled my present....they had clubbed together and bought me a brand new, bright red Vespa moped, complete with jacket and helmet. With any luck I would have my full driving licence the following week. Maggie had insisted on paying for lessons and a driving test for me, saying she needed me to be able to use the firm's van for deliveries and collections.

"You will probably want to buy yourself a car soon," Mum said, "But until you do you at least have transport to get you in to work and back." I was thrilled with the Vespa, even if I did get a car later the moped was seriously economical transport, with no parking issues, a lot of the guys that I knew had kept their mopeds or scooters long after getting themselves cars.

It was a nice day and we all spent time in the pool, except for Emma. Couldn't help noticing how great both Mum and Maggie looked in their bathing costumes and had to make a serious effort not to be caught watching them. They both looked seriously sexy, and because they were twins it was impossible to feel horny about one of them without feeling the same about the other. I probably should have felt guilty or something getting turned on by my aunt and my mother, but I seriously thought that they were the most attractive women present, probably anywhere.

There were barbequed burgers and beer and wine, and I think all the adults, my self included got just a little pissed, Mum got totally rat-arsed and surprised everyone, I knew she sometimes got quietly wasted at home but this was the first time she had done it in company. Emma was normal for Emma, she got really uptight and started screaming at Mum, calling her a piss-head who had driven Dad away, then as usual burst into tears and ran off and spent the rest of the evening sitting on a bench at the far end of the garden.

I had a discreet chat with Maggie about Mum. "She is drinking too much and seems so unhappy all the time; I don't know what to do."

"She is just very tired, she works terribly long hours at the hospital you know, added to which she is still struggling to pay of your fathers debts and is terrified that he will come back and the whole cycle will start over. The only thing that you can do really is just be there for her, to understand what she is going through."

Later, when we got home, Emma just stumped off up to her room with hardly a word and I made coffees and sat beside Mum on the settee. She was near enough sober now and looked a little sheepish. I sat very close and put my arm around her shoulders comfortingly.

"You do know that I am ALWAYS here for you, don't you?" I said softly. I could feel the slight quivering of her body that told me she was silently crying, and put my finger against her chin and turned her face towards me. She was so lovely. I could see a small tear starting to trickle down her cheek and instinctively just kissed it away the way that she had done to us when we were children. "I love you, Mum."

"Thank you, my darling," She whispered. "Don't know what I would have done without you, you are not just my terribly grown up and supportive son, you are my best friend as well, you know? That means everything to me."

I hugged her to me and we sat for over an hour on the couch, not saying anything, my arm around her; her head resting on my shoulder and my face pressed against her soft hair my nose filled with the erotic perfume of the shampoo. I didn't dare to move as the closeness was making me seriously horny and I didn't want her to discover the erection that was filling my jeans.

Eventually we gave each other a hug and a kiss on the cheek and made our way to our own rooms. I was determined that I would try to make more time for her, perhaps try to sit with her for a little while in the evening after Emma had gone to bed. I wasn't sure whether it was to be supportive or because I found being with her totally erotic.

In the end I decided that it must be a bad case of raging male hormones, I seriously needed to get myself laid sometime soon.

The rest of that summer was pretty good. I passed the theory part of my C&G course and was taking more responsibility for work at the garden centre. Business had really picked up and we now had additional help as Maggie had taken on six more temporary staff for the summer, three blokes in their twenties from the technical college doing similar courses to me and three girl university students on summer break. I got on well enough with the other men and mucked about with the girls, they obviously found me attractive and I was more than willing to play up to their attentions and they teased and flirted with me constantly. The girls and I usually hung out together during our breaks and at lunchtime and would joke and mess around and sometimes meet up in the evening at a nearby pub.

Alice was the oldest, she was twenty and training to be a teacher but acted the big kid most of the time just like the rest of us. She was as tall as me, with short blonde hair, a good figure and terrific breasts that kept me absolutely transfixed. She had a boyfriend away at university somewhere but that did not stop her flirting with me, her favourite trick was to come up behind me and push those fantastic tits against my back, wait long enough for me to start to become aroused and then bounce off laughing.

Debbie and Joanna were close friends, both first year students at Cardiff, and both shorter than me, with longish dark hair, but where Debbie was plump and giggly with a really crude sense of humour and an infectious laugh, Joanna was the exact opposite. She was shy and very slim with hardly noticeable breasts but terrific legs just made for wearing very short shorts, and always wore her hair in a pony tail at work which bobbed tantalisingly behind her when she walked or flicked from side to side if she ran or jogged.

Like most teenage lads my thoughts were constantly about girls and sex but I was not at all interested in having a regular girlfriend. I wasn't technically a virgin, it just felt that way, I wasn't sure if you could count a handful of super quick, fully clothed, knee tremblers against a tree over on the golf course with Sharon, the local bike. Anyway, most of the totty around here already had boyfriends, or were looking for a promise of lifetime commitment before they would come across. I can't believe now that the three girls and me spent so much time together that summer and it wasn't until the middle of September that I finally plucked up the courage to make my move. I suppose you might think that with three attractive, unattached, girls available I was spoiled for choice, but the truth was that although all three had featured strongly in my masturbation fantasies, I didn't have the balls to ask any one of them out on a solo date.

In the end my dilemma was brought to a head by Alice announcing that she was leaving to prepare for moving to St. Andrew's University next week and I knew I would probably never see her again after that day. It was just after eight and we were all standing in the staff locker room as it was leaving off time and we had just changed to go home. To make it worse she looked totally sexy that evening, it was her day off and she had just called in to say goodbye and was dressed in skin tight lemon pants and a white cotton halter top. I could see that she was not wearing a bra and those fabulous breasts were straining against her top making the large erect nipples into tempting dark protrusions easily visible through the thin fabric.

Just the sight of her made me feel horny as hell and I quickly scooped up a magazine and tried to appear casual as I held it in front of me to cover the instant erection that I was convinced must be visible to everybody present. To my relief none of the others seemed to notice and one by one they said their good-byes to Alice and left to go home whilst I lingered at the rear pretending to fiddle with the coffee maker until they were all gone and Alice and I were alone. It was my turn to stay back and clear up. Jack would have let the other staff out by the main gate and locked up, but Maggie had given me the key to the smaller side gate months ago.

"Sooo....Jamie?" her words were soft and dripping with erotic huskiness and I could feel her coming up closer behind me, "Are you going to give me a good-bye kiss then?"

I could tell she was in a teasing mood, but I was totally paralysed, my hands were pressing onto the top of the kitchen unit to stop them trembling and my erect prick was pushed hard against the cabinet door, I didn't dare turn around because I was convinced that just the sight of her would cause me to erupt instantly inside my jeans. Then those tits pushed into my back and I could feel the hard nipples hot and burning through my t-shirt and I couldn't stand it any longer, I forced myself round to face her. Her breasts were now pressed against my chest and my cock was hard against her thigh, there was no way that she could be in any doubt as to my level of arousal. Our lips were just a couple of inches apart so I leaned forward and kissed her full on. Her lips parted and our tongues touched lightly and suddenly my hands were on her breasts, my thumbs caressing those fantastic nipples.

Then it all went wrong. I felt her hands come up and push mine out and away from her breasts and then come in to rest on my chest holding me at arms length. "Slow down, Jamie" she said firmly, "you are a great guy, and I am sure you are probably a fantastic shag....but.." she let out a deep sexy sigh, " but...I am away to Scotland in a few days and the last thing I need now is a relationship which is going nowhere, sorry love!"

I was embarrassed, disappointed and annoyed all at once and totally lost for words, I just made a inane whining sound which tapered into a mumbled, "OK".

I felt totally stupid for expecting a good looking, 20 year old woman who already had a boyfriend, to be up for it with me. To her it had all been a bit of fun, just flirting with a mate.

She turned and walked briskly out of the door into the yard, and I suddenly found myself chasing after her. I caught up with her at the gate. "You can't get out this way," I panted, "this gate is locked. I will have to let you out by the side gate." I turned and started to walk down the path that led through the area containing our selection of greenhouses, cold frames and sheds towards the other gate. Alice's footsteps crunched on the gravel and she caught up, thrusting her arm through mine, squeezing it, her breast pressing tight against my bicep.

"Are friends again now?" I asked, trying hard not to sound miffed or hurt.

"Of course we are," she said, stopping and turning towards me. She placed her palm gently on my cheek, it felt to me like warm velvet, soft and sexy. "I really do like you a lot, Jamie....you do understand why we can't hook up, don't you?"

Now I felt like a total arse-hole. I could hardly tell her, that I wasn't looking for a long term thing either, and even though I liked her a lot, I really just wanted to get laid. We were almost at the gate and I decided that I had to let it pass and just say good-bye, "Yeah, fine, I'm cool with that," I replied, then I inwardly cringed as I heard myself saying, "do I still get that goodbye kiss then?"

Alice did not say anything. She just smiled, stepped up and pressed her lips to mine. Her mouth was soft, warm and moist.....it was a real snogger's kiss, our tongues touched and probed and I slipped my right arm around her waist and pulled her closer. This time she did not resist. I ran the fingers of my left hand up her spine to the bare flesh of the back of her neck above her collar and gently ruffled the soft short hairs at the nape of her neck, and then it happened........

WHAM! It was like a sort of mild electric shock, starting with a tingling in the tips of my fingers where they were touching Alice's bare neck then a spreading, prickly warmth through my body centring at my bollocks and knob. This sensation lasted no more than maybe two or three seconds but left me feeling seriously randy.

The really amazing thing was, what ever had caused this lightening thrill had also affected Alice. We were still clamped together in a deep kiss, but she suddenly seemed to slump a little, her body just seemed to go slightly limp and she made a little throaty moan and threw her arms around my neck and pulled my mouth even harder onto hers and I felt her tongue probing hard for my throat. The unexpected shift of weight over balanced me slightly and we broke apart although her arms stayed around my neck and my hands slipped down to cup her buttocks, pressing her crotch firmly against by second big erection of the evening.

I looked into her face and in the light of the setting sun her cheeks looked a little flushed, her eyes were slightly misty and her lips moist and apart, her breath coming in tiny gasps, causing her chest to rise and fall, her nipples brushing gently against my shirt. There was no doubt about it; she was getting pretty horny too. I pulled her tight against me. My every thought and sensation seemed to be centred on Alice's hot, demanding mouth and my rock hard prick pressed against her crotch. I was running my hands lightly up and down her back and without thinking pushed my fingers up into her hairline gently massaging the back of her neck. She went crazy, throwing her whole weight into her arms dragging me even closer into her. Her hips were making little swirling, thrusting motions causing my cock to roll back and forth inside my jeans and she hooked one leg around my thigh as if preparing to climb up my body, my balls felt as if they were going to burst and I was desperately trying to focus all my willpowe to prevent shooting my load there and then.

For several minutes we just stood there on the path by the gate, swaying and locked into the most fantastic deep throat kiss that I had ever experienced. I had dated and kissed other girls my own age but this was different. This was hot and wild and totally out of control.

Eventually we were forced to come up for air, all that I could think to say was "WOW!" We were still clinging together but Alice had rested her forehead on my shoulder and had her eyes closed. "What now?" I asked tentatively, my mind wasn't really working that well and I grasped at the first thing that came into my head, "We could go to the pub for a drink......do you fancy that?"

She didn't move or even open her eyes. "No, I don't want a bloody drink!" I couldn't tell from her tone whether she was angry, insulted or amused. Her hand slid down my chest and came to a stop gently holding my prick through the fabric of my jeans, causing me to gasp in surprise. "What I want is to go some place private where we can do something with this," she gave my stiffy another small squeeze, "we can't go to my place my parents will be home..." she added, "so what about your house?"

"Shit, shit, SHIT!" I thought, "Of all the lousy, fucking, bad luck, I finally get to touchdown and nowhere to go." I told her. Mum was on night shift and would still be at home with Emma, so my house was out of the question. My mind raced, looking for options, I really did not believe that Alice was the sort of girl who would be up for a knee trembler in full view of the road against one of the sheds no matter how horny she was feeling. Then suddenly the penny dropped. THE SHEDS! The garden centre had a range of demo sheds and garden buildings standing right here around us, and the deluxe summer house was fully fitted out with display chairs, tables and sun bathing loungers.

"Come on!" I crowed, grabbing her hand and pulling her towards the demo garden house a couple of rows down. I knew that it would not be locked; the security fence and flood lights were enough to deter most intruders. As we approached the cabin, Alice cottoned on to my intention and leapt past me to throw open the door. By the time I got inside and closed the door she was already pulling the thick, full length padded, cushions from the sun loungers and throwing them onto the floor to make a sort of bed. There was a large picnic blanket on the table and I used it to cover the cushions. The flood light by the perimeter fence shone obliquely through the windows giving enough light to see reasonable well and the door and windows faced away from the street so we could not be overlooked.

I started to say something but stopped without uttering a sound, Alice had already stripped off her top and was stepping towards me with those fantastic tits bared and bouncing with each step, her large nipples pale brown, hard and pointed. It could only have taken two seconds for her to reach me, but when I replay that moment in my mind it seems like a full length movie, I can recall every detail of those breasts, the bra shaped whiteness where her sun tan stopped. Her short blonde hair was ruffled and wild where she had pulled her top over her head.

Then she was right in front of me grabbing my t-shirt with both hands and yanking it up over my head, the neck caught and it felt as if my nose had been torn from my face, but I didn't care, her tits were now pressed against my bare chest and I could feel her hands fumbling with the buckle of my belt, it came free and she tore at the top of my jeans, hooked her thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and pushed down. I was suddenly aware that I had yet another erection which was now swinging free as she slowly pushed my jeans and pants down my thighs, softly kissing and nibbling at my chest as she lowered herself down as well, until my prick was neatly parked between her tits and my jeans were around my ankles. She slapped at my calf to make me raise my foot and pulled off my trainer, sock and one side of the jeans, then did the same the other side so that I stood there totally naked,

She knelt in front of me and ran her hands up my thighs until they came to my dick which she grasped with both hands, and gently started to massage up and down the length of my erection. Suddenly, I felt her mouth close around the tip of my tool, Alice was sucking my cock! I was getting a blow-job! I started to groan softly and rested my hands on her shoulders as I pushed forward slightly trying to thrust into her mouth but she held me back and just gently ran her tongue around my penis cap and flicked the tip of her tongue into the highly sensitive eye of the snake. I thought that I was going to explode, and remember thinking that I should warn her, she did it again and I really no longer cared, the whole universe had condensed down to the sensation at the tip of my cock. I tried to hold back but her hand slid up my length gently squeezing at the base of the cap. I could no longer restrain myself, and felt my prick release in a long stream.

I heard Alice gasp, "Yes, yes, good boy, come for Alice!" as she jerked her head swiftly to one side so that my ejaculation rocketed into an unseen area of the cabin, just missing her face and shoulder. My final spasm leaked over her hand and she reached into her pants pocket and came up with a tissue which she used to wipe her hand and the end of my prick. My erection was already starting to sag but I didn't care, I knew that I could get it back again harder than ever because I desperately wanted to fuck this gorgeous creature who had just given me the best minutes of my life so far.

Alice was standing up and I saw that somehow she had wriggled out of her pants and was as naked as me. "Come on," she said "we haven't started yet, you've had some fun now I want mine!" She took my hand and led me the two steps to our makeshift bed and pulled me down beside her.

I started to kiss her neck, poking my tongue into that little hollow at the base of the throat, then, just to experiment with a wild theory that was forming in my mind brought my hand up to gently massage the back of her neck and the hair line again the way I had by the gate. It still took me by surprise when she almost instantly reacted to my touch. She let out a loud moan, her back arched, and her hips jerked upwards, her pussy humping forwards in little thrusting motions. She threw her arms around my neck and pulled me over her, her mouth locking onto mine, and her tongue probing and seeking in my mouth for what seemed an eternity that left me breathless.

I ran my left hand between her breasts and down her over her belly making little swirling motions with the tips of my fingers until I reached her smoothly shaved pussy and cupped my hand over the entrance to her inner temple.

"Yes, come on, do it!" she moaned, her crotch was still making little jerking movements as if trying to force her hot wet slash over my fingers, "I need it soooooo.. much, make me cum....please!"

I kept my hand there, clutching her pussy and rolled a bit further over pushing my left knee over hers so that I was laying half on top of her. This was the first time that I had had a girl naked and full length beneath me. I thought of trying to imitate things that I had read about or seen pictures of in porn magazines, but mostly what was going on was purely instinctive and just felt right. I moved my right hand up to gently roll the nipple of her left breast which caused her to start with tiny whimpering noises and thrust even harder against my other hand.

Those terrific tits were firm with excitement, the nipples hard and erect and I started to kiss and nibble around them, gently dragging the tip of my tongue around the aureolas, then down around the whole breast, moving on to her ribs and stomach until I came to the place where my other hand rested covering her sex. I had read about oral sex but was unsure about it so I moved back up to kiss her on the mouth again but explored with my left hand until my fingers found her clit.

Her pussy was hot and wet and I slowly pushed in two fingers, which caused her to cry out and thrust hard against my hand. I drew the moist fingers back and started to gently rub her clit, catching the little butter ball between my fingers and squeezing, then rubbing my fingers around her pussy lips, then back to her clit again. Alice was making soft, low, moaning noises in her throat and thrusting her tongue around my mouth in time with the movement of my fingers in her slit.

Then suddenly she was cumming. Her whole body shuddered, she thrust her pussy hard against my fingers and her hand came down to press them deep inside her. Her head was thrown back, her eyes wide open as if in amazement, she make a small scream and then between the gasps, "Yes, Yes, Yeees! I'm cumming! Don't stop, Ooooooooh!" She shuddered again and then lay still, her eyes closed and her chest rising and falling as she made little soft panting noises.

I didn't stop. I continued to move my fingers in and out of her pussy then up and back to her clit gently rubbing and caressing, in little circular motions. She just laid there, then after about a minute, her eyes snapped open, "Oh, my god.....Oh yes," she panted, "I'm going to cum again.....Oh yes! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" She let out another gasp, quivered and then went limp again, her breath coming in tiny sighs, her mouth slightly open with the tip of her tongue just showing between her lips.

We lay like that for two or three minutes. I was half on top of her my erection pressed hard against her thigh and her arms around me, I could feel the tips of her finger nails gently scratching at my back. "Are you OK?" I whispered in her ear.

"Oh yes, I'm fine," she murmured, "I just didn't expect to cum that quickly or that hard." She moved her leg and twisted her body so that I had no choice but to either climb completely on top of her or get off. I choose the first. My prick was pressed against her Mound of Venus and I could feel the hot wetness of her pussy against my balls, the most erotic sensation I had ever had. I placed my hands either side of her chest to take the weight off of her body but she put her arms around my neck and pulled me back down, our cheeks side by side and whispered in my ear, "Fuck me! Fuck me, NOW!"

I started to mumble something incoherent about not having a condom, but then her hand was grasping the base of my prick, pushing down against the force of my erection and sliding the tip between her pussy lips. I couldn't hold back any longer and thrust forward, digging my knees hard into cushion below us. Alice pushed upwards with her hips and suddenly I was completely enveloped in her hot, moist tunnel. She shuddered slightly beneath me and let out a deep sigh of pleasure, then clamped her legs tightly around mine and started to rock backwards and forwards around my jutting rod. I was held tight and could not move! "Christ!", I thought, "I'm not fucking her.......she's fucking me!" But, what the hell, it was fantastic. Suddenly, the whole world seemed to erupt in a volcano of sensation and pleasure and I felt myself ejaculating hard into her, it seemed last for ever and then we were both lying panting and laughing still locked together. I don't know if Alice had cum again, but I felt my prick begin to soften and rolled away to lie beside her, my hand gently caressing her breast.

Suddenly I awoke with a start, we must have both fallen asleep, I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the mouth, she opened her eyes, smiled and put her arms round my neck and started to pull me down on top of her again.

We did not talk a lot that evening, but we did make love, have sex.....whatever, twice more, much slower and for much longer, before falling asleep again. When I next glanced at my watch it was 12.15, we had been shagging for over four hours. I gently shook Alice to wake her. She opened her eyes, her face looked soft and flushed and her lips looked puffy and a bit bruised...probably mine were the same!

"Have you got a cigarette?" she murmured. I hadn't even realised that she smoked.

"Yes." I replied, "There are some in my jacket back in the locker room." I suddenly realised that the shop and staff room were still unlocked; I had not finished closing up.

Alice started to pull on her trousers, stuffing her panties into the pocket, then pulled her top over those gorgeous boobs. I just sat there watching her. "Come on," she smiled, "get dressed and let's go and find those fags, and you can call me a taxi from the office."

I quickly pulled my jeans and t-shirt on and pushed my bare feet into my trainers, my boxers and socks were nowhere in sight. We walked back to the admin building keeping to the grass verge so that we did not make a noise on the gravel. I got each of us a can of Coke from the gift shop, called a cab to pick Alice up from the main road, and we crept out of the side gate and waited by the road smoking and just making silly irrelevant, small talk. After about 10 minutes we saw headlights turning into the end of the road and guessed that it was the taxi. I felt a bit awkward, but Alice seemed happy and good with what had happened. The cab pulled up and stopped, I opened the door for her, "Will I see you again before you leave?" I asked, a little sheepishly.

"No." she said firmly. She turned and started to get into the car, then stopped and came back, clasped my face between her hands and kissed me quickly on the lips. "It was great!" she whispered in my ear, "the best shag, ever!" She spun round and quickly got into the cab, and banged the door. I stood and watched the tail lights disappear around the corner.

I walked back to the summer house and tidied up as best I could and retrieved my boxers and one sock. I never did find the other one. I felt absolutely knackered, my legs were rubbery, my lips felt bruised and bitten and I knew I had deep scratches down my back even if I couldn't see them. I really did not think that I was up to riding the moped, so I settled down on one of the sun loungers in the summer house and dozed until dawn and then drove home.

Mum was not yet home from work and Emma was still asleep so I quickly laid out the breakfast things in the kitchen, dived into the downstairs bathroom for a quick shower and shave, changed into a clean t-shirt and underwear and went straight out again, they wouldn't even know that I had spent the night out. It was full daylight by the time I got back to the garden centre. Nobody would question me being in early, I did it all the time. After making a second check to ensure that everything in the staff room and the summer house looked normal, I made some coffee and sat outside with a fag, thinking about Alice and the previous evening's adventure.

I realised that I would probably never see Alice again, but I also realised that I did not really care that much, I was not in love with her or anything, she was nice, I liked her a lot and we had spent a fantastic evening together but that was it. I will never forget her, she was my first real woman and as Alice put it herself, "the best shag ever!" I was told by somebody, some years later that she was teaching somewhere up north and had married that guy she was at university with.

What really stayed with me and occupied my thoughts all that day was the weird thing that had happened when I had touched the nape of her neck with my fingers. That sudden erotic switch-on that had happen for both of us and for her in particular, not just once but three times! I had never heard of any girl getting so randy so fast. Had I imagined the whole thing? Was it something special just about Alice, or was it something that I had done to her without knowing it, and why was it that a girl who had been walking away suddenly got so turned on and had delivered the most fantastic sex of my life?

What I did know, was, that if it was something that could be repeated then I was going to try it again, and if it worked on other girls then getting shagged could be like plucking flowers in a garden.

Whatever had happened that night between me and Alice had a profound and lasting effect on my life from that day onwards. For the next few weeks I became mentally and bodily obsessed with sex. Getting laid dominated my thoughts night and day. It became a real struggle at first to concentrate on my work at the garden centre when Debbie and Joanna were around and even harder on the days that I was at college and surrounded by dozens of girls and young women. My sexual awareness was still very elevated and I had taken to masturbating in the shower nearly every night. The fantasies guiding my good right hand, ranged from girls and women that I knew well, to complete strangers who had simply passed me in the street but were attractive, or had a good figure or a tight bum, or perhaps a sexy walk.

The worst times were when I was alone at work with the girls, or an attractive female customer, or even Auntie Maggie. I would find myself discreetly watching their tits, legs, or arses, and fantasising about what they would be like in the sack. My prick seemed to have developed a life of its own, suddenly springing erect at the most inconvenient moments for the most trivial of reasons so that I was forever looking for ways to hide the bulge in my trousers, or dash off to the can to take a piss, which was the most effective way to kill an erection, it felt adolescent and embarrassing. I began to suspect that Maggie had noticed a couple of times and old Jack had passed a few comments about weak bladders.

As days rolled past I became less sure about my theory of possessing some special power to arouse women, but the idea was still there in the back of my mind and I knew that sooner or later I would have to put it to the test.

In the end I knew that I just had to have a shag to relieve the tension. I went looking for Sharon 'The Bike' Cooper; I found her hanging out in the King's Head pub as usual, sitting at the bar with a vodka and lime, and munching crisps. All the boys knew Sharon, and most of us had screwed her a few times; despite being older she had always been into 6th formers and had probably taken the virginity of half the school over the years. I had taken to looking her up every couple of months or so if I was feeling horny.

She must have been about 23 or 24 then, perhaps even older, and for as long as I could remember, had dressed in black leather mini skirts, vivid coloured blouses, black patent, high heeled knee boots , and what looked to be the same, short, fun fur jacket. She was short, only about 5'3" in her high heels. Her make-up was always too bright, and her hair was bleached blonde, waist length, and held up with one of those comb things at the back. She had a generous figure and one of my mates who reckoned that he knew these things told me once that she was a g-cup bra size. She was probably what my mother would have called blowsy, but I had always thought she was quite pretty.

Despite her reputation as a good time girl, Sharon was a clean screw; there had never been any talk of her giving boys the clap, as they said about some girls who were known to have round heels. She was a ladies hairdresser at a shop in town but lived over on the council estate with a father who regularly gave her and her mother a good beating and so Sharon spent most of her time hanging around the pubs in the centre of Salisbury.

I liked Sharon; she had been kind to me when I needed it, after Dad left, a willing and sympathetic listener. She never did anybody any harm and was always willing to provide a quick shag, 'slam...bang.... thank you ma-am', as the Yanks used to say and she never asked for anything in return. Except, that is, for a couple of drinks before sex, a bag of chips after sex, and that you provided the condom.

I think she was just a desperately hurt and lonely woman who found some sort of closeness and comfort in the boys who came to her to satisfy their lust. I cannot ever remember her having a regular boyfriend although she sometimes brought guys to the discos held in the city centre, but always a different one each date.

That evening she didn't have a bloke in tow so we sat in the bar and chatted until it was dark outside. Sharon seemed sad at first that night, a bit depressed, and I began to feel a little guilty about wanting to just use her, but she seemed to settle down to her normal cheerful self after a couple of drinks. We played our usual game of words, she said that she ought to be going, and I suggested I walk her back to the housing estate, past the heath, but we both knew what was going down once we reached the woods at the end of the golf course. It certainly was not the fastest way to where she lived; it was just a game we played to make the sex a little less clinical. I slipped into the Gents and bought a packet of Durex from the machine, and then we left.

Sharon had a number of favourite spots in the wood where she went with boys, according to what the weather was like and how dark it was. Tonight it was fully dark, but the weather was mild and the day had been dry and we were behind a big old cedar tree. I could identify all the different trees now by their leaves, bark and shape. I don't think any of the lads had ever seen Sharon totally naked or shagged her lying down. She would open her blouse and let you push up her bra, but always kept that leather skirt and the boots on, and always did it standing up. Perhaps, because it was nearly always in the open air and she didn't want to get her gear wet or dirty, I don't know and I never asked.

As usual, we were standing so that she had her back to the tree trunk and I was leaning on the tree with my hands either side of her head. We had kissed a bit coming through the woods and had just started to snog seriously; she always liked to begin that way. It was not the deep, hot, passionate kissing that I had shared with Alice but I still felt my sap start to rise and the twig was starting to become a tree trunk. Without taking my mouth from hers, I moved my hands down and unbuttoned the front of her blouse. I could feel that she was wearing a lacy, low cut, bra. She reached between my hands and unfastened a hook at the front. The cups of the bra dropped to the side and her generous tits swung gently outwards so that they settled either side of my ribcage, and I pushed the bottom of my t-shirt up so that I could feel the warmth of them against my bare body. I broke away from the kiss so that I could look down and saw that the bra was bright red, matching her blouse.

Her breasts were larger than I remembered and the nipples were quite small but very dark. I squeezed both gently and then rolled them between the thumbs and fingers of both hands and felt them swell and become hard. My prick followed suit and I pushed my trapped erection against her stomach, then reached down with both hands and started to push her skirt up her thighs until it was rolled about her waist. I felt for her crotch and found that she was not wearing any panties. I guessed she had taken them off in the Ladies at the pub; that was our Sharon, just like a boy scout, always prepared.

She tilted her face upwards, the top of her head only reached my chin, she looked sad again, pensive, and I asked her if she was OK. She nodded, "None of the boys ever try to make it good for me any more," she whispered. There was a slight catch in her voice, "They just want to fuck and go." I thought I saw a tiny tear forming in the corner of her eye, but she looked down and I could not be sure. I guessed that something had happened before we met up to upset or hurt her.

The other times that I had been with Sharon, I had never really got into fore play with her, just a few minutes snog then straight into energetic shagging. The knee trembler is definitely not the most comfortable sexual position, and shagging outside means that you need to keep one ear open for dog walkers and the like who also use the woods. Normally by now I would have been pumping away like a steam engine so that I could shoot my load and get my trousers back on. That's what you did when you were with a girl like Sharon.

Tonight was different somehow, this time Sharon seemed vulnerable and fragile, a side of her that I had never seen or looked for before and I felt that she deserved better. At the very least I thought she deserved a decent shag in part payment for all the quickies she had handed out in the past. A picture flashed through my mind of Alice going off like a rocket and I knew that this was the time to try out my theory....perhaps it would work, perhaps not but either way neither Sharon or me had anything to loose.

Sharon did not shave her snatch and the tips of my fingers roamed though her soft bush, which I knew from previous experience was dark brown, she was not a natural blonde. I probed for the lips of her vagina and inserted two fingers. It seemed quite dry, but I had read about what to do; I removed my fingers and brought them up to my mouth and sucked them to make them moist. They were flavoured with the musky sex odours from her pussy which I found a real turn on. I brought them back to her crotch and gently started to lubricate the inside of the pussy lips and around her clit, repeating the finger sucking exercise until I was happy with the moistness of her pussy and could feel her clit starting to swell as I rubbed around it in little circles.

"Oh yes," she moaned, "just keep doing that, it's really nice." She had surprised me, I had never known Sharon to talk or even make much of a noise during sex. She started to rotate her hips in response to my finger movements, my fingers moving clockwise and her pussy being rolled gently in the opposite direction. I felt that I really did want to please this sad, tender woman and kept my fingers moving in her slit whilst kissing her face and lips, listening to her tiny soft sighs of pleasure and tasting the salty moisture of the little tears that kept forming in the corner of her eye.

I felt my erection start to weaken but then her hand was there, pulling at my belt and popping open the fly buttons on my jeans. She pushed my jeans down a bit and reached into my boxers drawing my prick out through the fly opening and running her hand expertly up and down the length until the full, rigid erection had been restored. I knew what was coming next; this was my favourite part of sex with Sharon. Using my free hand I fumbled to find my jeans pocket and managed to free one of the condoms which I pressed into her hand. I placed my hands on her shoulders and just stood with my chin lodged on the top of her head and my eyes closed, whilst she expertly opened the foil and teased out the rubber, then slowly and gently ease the condom over the swollen head of my penis and down the shaft. Her fingers felt like the touch of butterfly wings as she smoothed the latex in soft caressing sweeps. I have never known anybody else who could produce such an erotic experience out of pulling on a rubber.

Sharon still had hold of my cock and guided it towards her pussy. My chin slipped from the top of her head as she stood on tip toes to try to tuck me into her, I bent my knees slightly and felt my shaft slip smoothly into her love pocket. I straightened up and slid all the way in, the pubic hairs at the base of my cock pressing against her clit and causing her to make a small gasp, then started to slowly hump, every upward thrust pushing her up onto her toes.

My arms were on either side of Sharon's head with my hands braced against the tree trunk so I shifted my feet slightly to re-balance and slid my left hand under her blouse to rest on the joint of her shoulder and throat, and started to massage the back of her neck with my finger tips at the hairline beneath all that flowing blonde hair.

Nothing appeared to happen, there was no electric shock or tingling sensation and we were still just slowly humping. I was disappointed. I bent my head and started to nuzzle Sharon's neck on the other side and without really realising it increased the pressure and speed of my finger massage.

Then I started to notice a change in her, she was making tiny, whispery, panting noises, her lips were slightly open and she was lightly chewing at her bottom lip. Her arms which were round my neck started to tighten and her hips began to push back against my thrusts. I increased the finger pressure and started to blow warm breaths along her neck and gently over her ear. She began murmuring in my ear, "Please, Jamie....Please...Please....." Just that, nothing else "Please....Please....Please!" Then suddenly her arms locked tightly around my neck and she threw her whole weight onto them hauling her small body up mine until our lips met. Her feet were off the ground and I felt her bring her knees up and hook them over my hips, those long patent boots were squeezed around my waist. I was a strong active lad and she was only small but she nearly over balanced me so I clung onto her tightly and shuffled round so that my shoulders were now supported against the tree trunk.

Our lips met and she kissed me hard and long, her mouth and lips were firm and her tongue flickered really fast around my mouth and over my teeth. I never remember Sharon really kissing during intercourse, or actually taking much of an active part at all, she was what some would describe as a passive lay, a girl who usually just stood there and took it. Our lips parted and she hauled herself even higher so that I was frantically trying to keep my tool in contact with her pussy. Only the very tip of my prick was still inside her and was in danger of slipping out any second but it was a really erotic sensation. Then suddenly she slammed downward, impaling herself hard onto my erection. My mouth fell open and I gasped for air.

Her face was a just few inches away from mine, she was smiling and I could just see the tip of her tongue flicking back and forth across her top tip. Her long hair had come loose and was cascading down her back and over her shoulders hanging between us, and her eyes were wide and sparkling. It was the first time that I had noticed that they were not blue but a bright green. She probably looked a mess, her lipstick was smudged and so was her eye make-up and her normally, carefully brushed and combed hair hung in a pale cloud, but at that moment I thought she looked prettier than I had ever seen her.

I moved my hands to grasp her buttocks below the rolled up, leather skirt. I was supporting Sharon's entire weight, partly by her legs wrapped around my waist, but mostly she was being held suspended by my prick rammed hard in her tube like a muscular anchor bolt. That downward pressure combined with the way she had impaled herself with force onto me, had produced the hardest, hard-on I had ever had, my prick felt as if it was made of oak, and was a foot long and six inches round and was so engorged with blood that it was throbbing. She looked into my eyes and said softly, "I want you, Jamie..... I want it to be special and personal and just for me!" I didn't really understand what she was on about at that time, I thought that I was already filling her to the extent of my ability, so to speak, so I just smiled and nodded.

She pushed down on my hips with her thighs and raised herself up then released her grip around my neck so that I was now supporting her just by my hands beneath her buttocks. Her upper body swung back slightly and my prick slipped out of her, but her hand snaked down and grabbed it, then gently peeled away the moist condom and dropped it to the ground. She reinserted the tip back into her hot, tight, pussy. I didn't care what she was doing, nothing could have stopped me now, I lowered her back down over the full length of my erection. Sharon put her arms back around my neck, crossed her ankles behind my waist, and started to move herself up and down on my shaft in little jerks, probably no more than an inch at a time. She was making those little panting sounds again, her head was tilted backwards and her eyes were tightly closed. We stayed like that for several minutes just fucking slowly and gently. A couple of times she seemed to pause and catch her breath, and I was not sure if she was silently cumming. Her pussy was incredibly hot and tight and moist around my swollen prick. I knew that I needed to release and knew that it would be soon, I just couldn't hold on any longer, so I took a firm hold of her waist and started to slide her up and down on my shaft, only thrusting at the last inch. Suddenly without warning she spasmed, her pussy seemed to clench and ripple around my prick and I thrust hard upwards as she let out a long throaty moan and pushed herself down. I couldn't hold back any longer and my load gushed into her. I felt Sharon going limp at the same time that my knees started to go rubbery and give out, but managed to stay upright and wedged my shoulders back against the tree trunk for support. We stayed there, leaning against the tree for almost ten, long minutes, my softening dick was still inside her and her legs were wrapped around my waist, gently nuzzling at each others necks and faces. Eventually my legs started to quiver with the effort of holding her up for so long and I lowered her to the ground.

We straightened our clothes, and I fished into my pocket and found a clean handkerchief which I gave her to dab my jiz from her pussy and thighs, I had made quite a mess. The front of my boxers felt damp and sticky as well but I didn't care.

"Sorry...." I started, but she pressed her finger tips against my lips to stop me then raised herself up on her toes to kiss me soft and long on the mouth.

"Thank you," she whispered. I wasn't sure for what, but I noticed a small tear starting in the corner of her eye and wiped it away with my thumb. I stepped in and put my arms around her and we stood like that for a few more minutes.

The suddenly the closeness that comes after sex was gone, and she was the same old Sharon again, "I'd better be going then," she chirruped. She turned my wrist and looked at my watch, "It's nearly ten.....if we start back to town now, I can get another drink before last orders are called." She moved off down the uneven trail through the trees, wobbling slightly on her high heels, "Come on then!" she called lightly over her shoulder and I ran to catch up with her. We hardly said a word on the walk back to the town centre, but she put her arm through mine and hugged it tightly nearly all the way.

We got to the King's Head and stopped beneath the archway to the car park and Sharon turned to me, "Don't come in," she said, "what happened tonight was good, you were kind, and caring and gentle and I love you for that. I had forgotten that sex could be something more than just fucking out of loneliness." I started to interrupt but she wouldn't let me, "Something happened between us that was really special, I haven't let a boy make me cum since I don't know when and I wanted it so much tonight; I am so glad it was you, Jamie, but I don't think you should come looking for me for a while.....I need to get my head straight about what happened and I don't think I could do that if you are about." She saw the expression on my face and added, "We will see each other again, love...I promise...but not just yet, eh!"

She pulled my head down and gave me a light kiss on the lips then pushed away without another word and ran to the door of the pub. I stood staring at the closed door thinking about the last couple of hours until my thoughts were interrupted by a noisy drunk staggering out of the pub and off down the road.

I collected my moped from the pub car park and started to ride home but stopped after about a mile and just sat at the side of the road smoking and thinking. I had gone looking for Sharon just to get a quick shag for the price of a couple of drinks, but it had developed into something far more than that. The screw with Sharon had been phenomenal but more importantly I now seriously believed that I was capable to triggering an almost uncontrollable sexual response in women with just a touch.

Whilst the fucking had been fantastic with both Alice and Sharon, I was starting to realise that there could be drawbacks. If I was not careful, because the sex was so intense, I could find myself drawn into serious emotional attachments with who ever I was screwing. Also, whilst under the influence of this provoked desire or surrender, or whatever it was, girls seem to throw away all caution and restraint, which could have bad consequences; In the last month I had just had unprotected sex with two different women, the last thing I needed now was to get a girl pregnant.

I seriously had to firm up and take a harder line, no relationships, no emotional attachments....girls are for fucking, not loving. It needed to be all about the sex and nothing else.

I felt a lot more relaxed after my time with Sharon; it's amazing what a seriously good shag can do to put the world to rights, although the next morning I was knackered and my cock felt as if it had been wrung out. The intensity of the desires and urges started to taper off and the whole situation became more manageable. The emotional backlash that seemed to follow these intense sexual encounters, wore off after only a few hours and already I was starting to anticipate my next experience.

By the end of September the summer rush was over and things had slowed down at the garden centre although I was still spending most of my time there. Maggie seemed to be pleased with my progress and gave me a hike in salary and Jack told me that I had a genuine talent for gardening. It was true that I did have the knack for making things grow and was developing some simple skills in the art of garden design under Maggie's tuition and she had even taken me with her to a couple of times when she went to client's houses to advise on garden landscaping. The new semester was starting at the universities; Joanna had already left for Cardiff and Debbie would be following her in a few days although both would be returning to help out again at Christmas. There was now only going to be the six of us left, Me, Maggie, Jack and the three college guys, Uncle Ben had been working at the centre less and less during the past year and now was only about when a piece of machinery needed fixing.

The last day of the month Maggie beckoned me into the office, poured me a mug of coffee then reached into the desk drawer and produced an enamelled ID badge which she placed face down on the desktop. The badges had been my idea, each displayed the garden centre logo, the name of the wearer and a small full face photo, I had got the idea from Mum's nurse's badge. They gave the staff an identity when dealing with customers and were good security ID when out on deliveries. She indicated for me to pick it up. At first it looked just the same as the one that I was wearing and then I noticed the change, in bold white letters across the bottom, under my name was the title 'Assistant Manager'. I felt my face flush with pleasure and said something like, "Wow, this is really great.... but why?"

Maggie smiled, "Simple," she said, "I just want you to work even harder and do even longer hours, OK?" She chuckled, that really soft deep, sexy chuckle that I always found slightly arousing, "from now on you are the one in charge when I am out and I also want you to start getting involved with the decision making around here." She fished into the drawer again and slid a full set of keys to garden center towards me; I noticed that there were also keys to her house and the garages on the ring. "There is one condition, however....my girls will be finishing boarding school at Christmas and coming home for a few weeks before going to France for a gap year, and I want you to be nice to them this time!"

Maggie has two daughters, the twins, Lucinda and Lauren, about six weeks older than me, we had all played together happily as children but as they got older we drifted apart and I came to believe that they were stuck-up, spoiled, little twats. I had upset everybody at Easter by bickering with them constantly when the family got together, and ended by causing a riot when I soaked both with dirty water when scrubbing out one of the green houses. They were taking the piss and so I did it just for the fun, and was totally unrepentant! They had been home again this summer and Maggie tried to get them to help around the garden center but they really weren't interested and went off into Salisbury most days, so, to my relief, I hardly saw them at all. I do remember noticing that they had suddenly developed quite impressive figures, had stopped dressing in identical outfits, and were actually really nice looking girls.

"You can pick up the reins right now," Maggie said, "I need to go up to London for a few days, so you will be the boss until Monday!" Today was Thursday which meant that I would be flying solo for three days, but it felt good that Maggie trusted me. We chatted for a while about what was needful to be done over the weekend, and then I pinned on my new badge and sauntered out into the yard, proud as a peacock and looking for someone to show off to.

Debbie was in one of the greenhouses when I finally tracked her down. She was always a jolly, happy, bouncy girl and she smothered me with effusive congratulations, and over the top praise about my prowess as a gardener and potential as a manager, throwing her arms around my neck and giving me a big wet kiss on the mouth. She was leaving the center on Friday and I suddenly thought of that last erotic day Alice had spent here which gave me the nudge that I needed to make my play.

"Debs," I started as casually as possible. "It is your last day tomorrow, so do you fancy going into town for a drink after work, or we could catch a film, or go for a meal?"

"Are you actually asking me out on a date?" she asked, giggling, "I didn't think you would ever get around to it......Joanna and me had a bet on which of the three of us you would ask first, but we had given you up as a forlorn hope, I guess I won, eh"

"Is that a yes or a no?" I pouted. I had made up my mind to experiment further with my theory about 'The Touch', and had banked on her agreeing to a date.

"It's yes, of course you silly sod!" she laughed, "I'll bring a change of gear in tomorrow and we can go straight after work......just bring plenty of money, you have no idea how much booze it takes to get me pissed and keep me that way all evening." She giggled again then flounced off back to her greenhouse. I just stood there, and then started to laugh when I remembered the Debbie was virtually tee-total. Her father had bought her a clapped out old Mini when she started university and paid the tax and insurance for her on the strict condition that she would not drink and drive and she loved that old car far too much to risk loosing it.

The garden center kept what Jack called 'farmer's hours'; in those days we opened an hour or so after dawn and closed at sunset, so our hours were considerably shorter during the winter months. Except during Christmas fortnight, business was much slower between November and March and the saving on lighting made up for the extra we had to spend heating some of the greenhouses.

Sunset was at 6.45pm that night so it was about 7 when Debbie and I met up in the car park. We had decided to take her car into Salisbury and I had locked the moped safely in the secure tool shed where we kept the expensive equipment. In truth I was not worried about getting home, if everything worked out well, I wouldn't have to. If not, then I would get Debbie to drop me back at the center, or I would take a taxi from where-ever we ended up.

Debbie looked nice. She had a pretty if somewhat chubby face, which was suntanned from working in the garden centre all summer and she wore no make-up except for a pale pink lipstick. She was short and quite plump with large tits that jiggled when she walked and bounced up and down when she laughed. Her hair was dark brown and shoulder length. She normally wore it loose, but tonight had twisted it into pony tail which was turned up and held with a colored band so that the end stood up like a shaving brush at the back of her head. That little upright tail fascinated me and I could not resist teasing her by flicking my palm over the end, a sensation that I found mildly erotic.

Evenings were starting to turn cooler and she had dressed in a short wool skirt of dark green, which emphasized her soft round buttocks; thick green tights and a green cardigan over a very tight white polo neck jumper which did nothing to disguise the movements of her big breasts,. I thought the outfit made her look like a school girl and found that a bit of a turn on. I wore my usual, a decent pair of black jeans and plain white t-shirt, with my black, waxed bikers' jacket.

We parked near the market and walked into town for a burger and chips as neither of us had eaten since lunchtime. After eating we had a wander around the town and then stopped in at The Market Inn on Butcher's Row for a drink. I did not want to go to the King's Head that night in case we ran into Sharon. The pub was buzzing, I jostled my way to the bar and bought a pint of bitter for myself and an orange juice for Debbie then we found a table in a corner and sat down.

Debbie was a cheerful, bubbly girl, she had a fantastic personality and was always fun to be with, although she could be a bit of an exhibitionist and her sense of humour tended towards the really vulgar at times. Tonight she was right on form and I think we had the whole pub amused by the way we sat in the corner howling with laughter. I was just glad that nobody else could hear the really smutty gags we were telling each other, or the outrageously filthy way Debs was flirting with me.

It was well after nine by the time we had sloshed down another couple of drinks. I did not really drink a lot, the result of having a drunk for a father, and I really hated not being fully in control; but I could hold my beer fairly well and three pints had made me a bit cheeky but I was not at all pissed. We left the Market Inn and decided to drive out on the Wilton Road to a pub Debbie had heard of that had a disco on Friday nights. Debbie had stuck to fruit juices and was sober as a judge but probably appeared slightly rat arsed to onlookers as we ran hand in hand back to the car, laughing loudly and messing about, jumping on and off of low walls and leapfrogging over a line of bollards in the road.

The disco turned out to be a waste of time. The disc jockey appeared to be an amateur, the live band was total crap and the dance floor and bar was full of half pissed teenage yokels from the nearby village. We stayed for an hour or so, sitting outside at one of the picnic tables with our drinks. It was starting get a lot cooler and Debs shivered, then shuffled up the bench seat and pressed her self close to me. I put my arm around her shoulders and we sat that way quietly for a while, just chatting about my work, her sociology degree studies and our families.

Debbie's father was a city accountant and they had lived in Salisbury whilst she was at school so she had grown up here. After she went to Uni, her parents had moved to Maidenhead which was nearer to London, so that her father had less distance to commute each day. She told me that she had chosen to come back to Salisbury for the summer holiday because here is where all her friends were. Her father owned a caravan on a site off the Southampton Road and that was where she and Joanna had been living whilst on summer break.

She was easy to talk to and I told her about Dad disappearing and the struggle Mum and I went through in the years after, about Emma being a total little cow and about how, Maggie had come through for me time after time. She dug me in the ribs with her elbow then hugged my arm possessively and said wryly," I think I need to keep an eye on your Auntie....it sounds to me like she might fancy you!"

I put on a mock expression of shocked horror and quipped back "Do you REALLY think so," I clapped a hand to my forehead in dismay, "Oh, God ....what am I going to do? Save me....save me!" and slumped onto the table top pretending to sob loudly. The older couple at the next table must have though we were complete prats.

Debbie did a typically Debbie thing. She stood up on the bench beside me raised a hand dramatically and between giggles shouted loudly in a mock Irish accent, "I'll save you Jamie, me boyo!" Every body stopped what they were doing to look at us, "You come into the cow shed with me and I'll fuck you stupid until you'll be no use to any other woman...ever!" We both collapsed with laughter and so did some of the younger customers, but the old boy on the next table didn't see the funny side.

"You dirty little sods," he shouted, "why don't you bugger off back to the city where you belong!"

We realized that we had probably outstayed our welcome, so sheepishly made apologies to all and sundry then made our way back to the car holding onto each other and bent almost double with laughter. We sat in the old Mini on the car park until our giggles subsided, then I looked at my watch and said "It is just after eleven, if you want to go on somewhere else we will need to go back into town to a club or a pub with a late extension?"

"No, not really," Debbie answered, "I would rather just go home for a cup of tea .....you can come back if you want to?"

Silly question..."did I want to!" I mentally crowed and punched the air and was glad that it was dark in the car so that she could not see my wide grin, "Yeah, that sounds great ...let's go." I was not sure if there was any real sexual chemistry between us already, maybe it was just flirting for fun, Debbie was a good mate, but I was not going to let that interfere with my trying to get her into the sack.

We drove to the caravan park where she was living and I was quite surprised, it was like a little village and instead of the touring vans I had pictured, these were static trailers like little cottages, gas, electricity, running water everything, really neat. Her van was almost new and fitted out very smartly. There was a kitchenette, a tiny shower room and loo, a large lounge come bedroom and another, smaller bedroom at one end. This appeared to have been Joanna's room judging by the female debris scattered about and the poster of Phil Collins over the bed. Debbie obviously slept in the main room as the seats were pulled down into a double bed complete with duvet and pillows. There was a bra which could only have belonged to someone Debbie's size hanging over one of the wall lights and a pale pink towelling dressing gown and fluffy slippers on the end of the bed. The sight of her bed and the thought of Debbie in it made me start to feel quite randy and expectant.

She put a kettle on the hob, got out two mugs and started to make tea for herself and coffee for me. I took off my coat and slumped onto one of the bench seats opposite the bed. She brought the mug of coffee to me then sat on the edge of the bed, kicked off her shoes and curled her legs up under her on the bed. Her skirt hiked up a bit and a flash of white inside thigh surprised me, she was actually wearing stockings, not tights, not with suspenders but the sort that hold themselves up with elastic or something.

We both started laughing and recalling the stupid events of the evening, then she got up from the bed and went over to the kitchen unit with her cup. "It gets fucking freezing in here at night now," she said shivering "but it isn't worth putting the heating on for just one day." I remembered that she was leaving for Cardiff on Sunday. "If you want another coffee, just make one," she added, then "I shall be back in a minute." She scooped up the dressing gown and slippers and disappeared into the bathroom, I heard the shower come on. I smiled thinking of her wedging her rotund form into that miniature shower cabinet and imagined what those big tits would look like all lathered up and wet.

She literally was only a couple of minutes and re-appeared wearing the dressing gown and had a fluffy white towel around her hair. "Fastest way to get warm in here," she quipped, and started rubbing herself all over, using the towelling dressing gown to dry her from the inside. I had kicked my trainers off whilst she was in the shower, and silently padded up behind her and put my hands on her waist and started to make little rubbing, drying motions.

"You look as though you need a hand here," I joked, "particularly at the front, lots of work there for a strong man."

"Go away you randy sod!" she chuckled, "I know your dirty little game, you think if you get your paws on a girl's knockers there will be no stopping you....next thing you'll be looking for somewhere to stick that horny great ramrod of yours," she giggled, then added in a comic posh falsetto, "a lady, 'like what I am', expects at least some mouth to mouth, a bit of decent foreplay, oh......and another cup of tea." With that she turned and bounced onto the bed, and sat with her back against the headboard and the cover over her feet.

"OK," I laughed, "If that is what it takes, tea coming up" But it had not passed notice that she had not pushed my hands away, and that she had now shuffled over so that she was lying on the far side of the bed, leaving ample room for me to get on beside her. She had discarded the towel and I noticed that her hair seemed perfectly dry, and was still twisted into that little brush at the back of her head; maybe she had used a shower cap? I quickly made her tea and stood the mug on the night shelf over the bed then as casually as possible sat on the bed swung my legs up so that we were now sitting side by side. I turned my head to look at her and saw she was sitting with her arms crossed and her face comically stern, then, both together we burst into another fit of giggling, I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her towards me in a friendly hug. Then, as if by an unspoken agreement we leaned in and touched lips. We stayed in that position for a while, half sitting, half lying and half turned towards each other, kissing tentatively.

Debbie's kisses were not deep or passionate, and she seemed a bit reluctant when I probed into her mouth with my tongue but gradually started to relax and after a while her tongue began to seek mine. For several minutes we experimented with kissing styles, thrusting our tongues at each other or with lips slightly apart but not touching and the tip of my tongue just lightly flicking the tip of hers. I began to suspect the despite Debbie's sexy talk, and vulgar flirting she was not very experienced with sex or love making.

After a few minutes the half sitting position started to become uncomfortable for both of us and by unspoken agreement we slid down the bed so that we were lying facing each other my left arm beneath her neck and my right hand resting on her round hip. I pulled her face closer so that we could continue snogging and slid my free hand up over her waist to cup her tit through the thick robe. She made no attempt to stop me but I noticed that her breathing became slightly heavier; she had closed her eyes and had clamped her thighs tightly together and generally seemed a bit tense.

I moved my hand again pushing slowly into the front of her dressing gown. The top of her tit felt soft and round and the whole breast moved fluidly under my hand as I slid it downwards seeking the nipple, which was suddenly there beneath my fingers. Her teat was large and soft the surrounding aureola felt rough with tiny pimples, it was like having sex by Braille. I squeezed at the nipple with little tweaking motions and felt it start to harden slightly. My hand moved further downwards pushing the front of the gown open more and my fingers made small brushing movements across her bare ribs and belly.

I desperately wanted to see her tits and broke the kiss so that I could look down, then nudged her over onto her back. Her nipples were still covered by the dressing gown but I could see the swell of her breasts and brought my face down to kiss the exposed flesh and slide the fabric aside so that her large pink nipples were visible. Her eyes were now open and she was watching my face intently, she was smiling but at the same time looked slightly frightened or worried. I kissed, licked and nibbled around the nearest nipple which rewarded my efforts by hardening to a large, firm, erect knob, like the end of a babies thumb. It must have felt good because Debbie started to make tiny shivering movements and brought her hand up to affectionately stroke my hair.