The Male Debutantes' Pageant

by Annabel Naismith

 

Chapter Eighteen

Jane parked the car in the drive and the youngsters got out of the back seat of the car. Mandy was very slow to get out. It was difficult and painful. Amy lifted Mandy's feet out of the car and swung her legs round, carefully pulling the hem of her skirt down below her knees. Mandy carefully shifted her weight towards the edge of the seat and, with Jane's support, she was able to stand and walk slowly to the front door. Kirsty and Danni carried the bags while Jane got Mandy settled comfortably in a chair in the living room.

"I need to get back to work. If you have any sort of a problem, give me a ring and I'll come straight home. Amy, can you arrange sandwiches for everyone, please. There's ham, cheese and salad in the fridge and ice cream in the freezer.
Are you sure you'll be OK?"

"Yes mum, I'll be fine."

"You know where everything is, don't you Amy? Mandy can tell you where to find things. See you later and take care. Bye."

"Bye Jane."

Jane bustled out of the room and drove back to work. Mandy and Kirsty set to work making sandwiches. Danni had some unfinished business.

"Can I see it Mandy?"

"See what?"

"Your cut, of course?"

"But it's on my willy."

"I know."

"You can't ask to see another guy's willy."

"I wouldn't normally. Quick, before the girls come back."

"OK then."

Mandy lifted the hem of her skirt and carefully pulled the elastic at the waist of her panties forward and down to enable Danni to inspect the damage.

"Shit. That must have hurt. That's really swollen and bruised. I can't believe how long that cut is."

Danni and Mandy were still engrossed as Kirsty and Amy entered with the sandwiches.

"What are you doing?" asked Kirsty, with an amused grin.

"Nothing," said Danni hastily.

"It doesn't look like nothing, does it Amy. You were looking in Mandy's knickers, weren't you? You dirty little pervert."

"That's not very nice," said Amy

"Can I see as well?"

"Kirsty, that's Mandy's willy."

"I know. And I've seen it before."

"I don't see why not," said Mandy. "Loads of people have today. One more won't hurt."

Kirsty looked closely at Mandy's penis.

"That looks terrible. It looks like a black pudding."

(Note – a black pudding is an English sausage that is almost black in colour, made mainly from dried blood)

"Let's hope we haven't got black pudding sandwiches."

"Don't be revolting, Danni."

"You're so lucky I tied your penis back, Mandy," added Amy. "I think you would have lost it all if I hadn't."

Danni grinned. "You'd have been playing netball and rounders and you couldn't play football again."

"Don't be horrible, Danni," said Amy.

"It could just as easily have been you, Danni," added Kirsty. "That cow was out to get you as well. Let's just be thankful she won't hurt anyone else and we may never see her again."

Mandy carefully made herself decent again and they ate their sandwiches. They watched the music channel on television and chatted.

An hour passed and then there was a knock on the front door. Sally had arrived with Alison and Abigail,

"Hi Ali, what was the surprise?" Kirsty was keen to know what the surprise present was that Sally had wanted to buy for Alison.

"Ta da!" Alison displayed her left ring finger.

"Wow, Ali! That's beautiful!" enthused Kirsty.

"It's really pretty, I love the colour. I love rubies," said Amy.

"Let's see." Mandy was unable to get up and was still sitting in the living room.

"Hi Mandy, how are you?" Alison went to the living room and gave Mandy a friendly peck on the cheek.

"A bit sore still, but not too bad." Mandy examined the ring. "That is really nice. When's the big day, then?"

"We're not getting engaged, silly. I'm just wearing it on that finger for now."

The others had assembled in the living room.

"What made you get Ali a ring?" Danni asked Sally.

"I wanted to get Ali a special present, because she's so nice."

"Are you really going to get married?"

"Not for a while yet. We'll have to wait until we leave school at least."

"What will your mum say, Ali?" asked Kirsty.

"She knows Sally wants to go out with me and I told her about the song. But we aren't ready to get married. At least, I'm not. I think Sally would drag me up the aisle this afternoon if she had her way."

"I hope not," said Abigail. "I hate bridesmaids' dresses."

"You wouldn't be a bridesmaid," said Kirsty. "You'd be best man. Mandy and Danni would be bridesmaids."

"Ooh, they'd look lovely," agreed Amy. "Little girl bridesmaid dresses and flowers in their hair."

"Would I be the bride, or would Sally?" wondered Alison.

"Depends who's going to wear the trousers when you're married," suggested Abigail.

"Oh, me definitely, then. Don't forget the rings, Abi. And I've got to prepare my speech."

"And you've got to carry Sally over the threshold."

"We'll have to make sure she keeps up the crash diet, or I'll pull a muscle. A groom doesn't want to pull a muscle on his wedding night."

"No," agreed Abigail. "You've got to go on top."

"On top?" queried Amy.

"In bed!" chorused Kirsty, Alison and Abigail.

"Oh." Amy blushed at her innocence.

Mandy had been listening to the girls' conversation. "Actually, I always wanted to be a bridesmaid."

This confession proved an effective conversation stopper. They all looked at Mandy. At length, Abigail broke the stunned silence.

"What, even when you were a little boy?"

Mandy wished she had kept quiet. She just nodded.

"When did you first feel like that, Mandy?" asked Amy, quietly and sympathetically.

"When I was about 5, this cousin of my dad's got married. Karen was a bridesmaid and she got to wear a gorgeous dress. It was pastel pink, ankle length, and had loads of layers of chiffon and satiny petticoats. It was really lovely. All I got to wear was my usual shirt and trousers, a silly bow tie and an embroidered waistcoat. I was so jealous of Karen. I loved that dress. It felt so pretty and silky."

There was another silent pause.

"When you say 'it felt', Mandy," asked Amy gently, "did your mum let you wear it?"

Mandy shook her head. She realised she had talked herself into a corner.

"I just get so upset, even now, when I think about how unfair it was. Karen in her pretty dress, with pretty shoes and underwear and lovely hair and everything and me with my boring everyday clothes."

There was another pause.

"Did you ever wear that dress, Mandy?" asked Amy.

Mandy looked down at her hands and said nothing. Amy, and the others, took silence to mean yes.

"So, your mum and Karen don't know you tried on the dress?"

Mandy shook her head. Tears formed in her eyes. Amy crouched down and hugged her.

"It's OK Mandy. Everyone in this room knows how much you like wearing nice pretty clothes. It's OK, we all do too."

Mandy sniffed back the tears as she hugged Amy. "I love you so much Amy. You understand how I feel and you like me because of that. I'm so lucky I've found you."

"We could go and try on some bridesmaid dresses," suggested Alison.

"But don't we need a bride?" asked Sally.

"You're the bride Sally," said Abigail. "Ali's going to wear the trousers. After all, she's wearing jeans and you're the one in the skirt."

"That's right," agreed Alison. "You've got to get married in white, Sally. You're a good girl and I want my bride to be pure for our wedding night, when I have my wicked way with her. A whole night of passion, Sally. Will you be able to cope? I'm like a wild beast when I get going."

"And you've got to have white underwear," added Abigail. "I think a white satin corset, with four suspenders and white satin panties and white stockings."

"That sounds lovely, Abi," agreed Amy. "That's just what I'm going to wear when I get married to Mandy."

"Yeah, but won't she be wearing that as well?" queried Kirsty.

"Oh, yes." Amy looked at Mandy. "There's no law against two people dressed as brides getting married. As long as one of them is really a man. So we can both be brides."

"I don't want to be a bride," complained Sally. "I want to be a groom and I want Ali to be my bride."

"I'll be the prettiest bride ever for you Sally," said Alison, smiling her most alluring smile.

"Is that a yes?" asked Sally hopefully.

"Oh, all right, yes. It is a yes, but you must keep being nice and generous and friendly and cheerful. If you go back to being grumpy fat old Sam, the engagement's off. Is that a deal?"

"Deal." Sally embraced Alison and they kissed.

"Well done Ali!" Abigail was genuinely pleased for her friend.

"Kirsty, are Sally and Ali getting married?" Danni was not really sure what was going on. She had the feeling the conversation was going on without her and she was missing something.

"Not really," began Kirsty quietly. "All Ali is really saying is that she'll go out with Sally and, if Sam treats her well, then they might get married in a few years. But Sam has to be nice to Ali, just like Sally is."

There was another knock at the front door. Kirsty looked through the window to see who was there.

"Ohmigod! It's Gemma and Lucy. And a massive bunch of flowers."

Abigail went to open the front door.

"Hi Abi, we brought a present for Andy to say sorry."

"Come in Gemma. And you can call her Mandy. She's got used to it now."

Gemma and Lucy entered the living room.

"Hi Mandy. These are for you to say sorry." The tall, well-built, but slightly plump Gemma handed Mandy the large bouquet. She placed the bouquet in Mandy's lap and leant down and kissed her cheek.

"Thank you Gemma. They're beautiful."

Gemma stepped back so Lucy could approach.

"Hello Mandy. I got you these. I'm so sorry you got hurt." Lucy handed Mandy a large box.

"Thank you Lucy."

There was an awkward pause.

"How is the injury?" asked Gemma.

"It's getting better, but it's still sore. Gemma I know you're in trouble, but I wanted you to know that I really appreciate what you did to help me."

"How do you mean?"

"Well, I know you wanted to hurt me a little bit, but you didn't want to go that far. I know that you pushed Jess off me and the first aid you gave really helped me to get better quickly. The consultant at the hospital said you did a good job. Thank you." Mandy reached out her hand and gave Gemma's hand a squeeze.

"It was nothing, really," mumbled Gemma awkwardly. "I wish we'd never gone along with that mad cow. We're in so much trouble, you wouldn't believe."

"What's going to happen?" asked Kirsty.

"We've been suspended from school for a week. Not that that's a punishment, just an extra week of half term. Then we have to go to court. Our lawyer said that if we plead guilty to assault, we'll probably get 20 hours of community service or something."

"What would you do for community service?" asked Sally.

"You have to clean graffiti, or pick up litter, or help out at the old folks' home or something."

"You've had to see a lawyer?" asked Alison.

"Yeah, when we were in the police station, they got a solicitor in to talk to us. She explained the legal process, how we go to court, whether we have a trial, whether the police will try and charge us with the same crimes they are going to charge Jess with. Stuff like that"

"What are they going to charge Jess with?"

"Loads of things. There was a whole list, wasn't there Luce?"

"That's right," agreed Lucy. "Assault, for a start. Then there was possession of a knife. Malicious wounding, wounding with intent to endanger life and they did talk about attempted murder, but I'm sure Jess didn't want to kill you Mandy. Oh god, I'm just so sorry Mandy. Is there anything we can do to make it up to you?" Lucy crouched down next to Mandy's chair and looked intently up into her eyes.

Mandy reached out and squeezed Lucy's hand. "We did have an idea in hospital, didn't we Amy?"

Amy smiled and nodded.

"It's a bit wild, but I'll tell you what it was. I'm not going to be able to wear trousers for a few weeks because of the injury. So I'll miss lots of school and fall behind with the course work. With me so far?"

Lucy and Gemma looked puzzled, but nodded. Mandy continued, "but, I might be able to go to school if I wasn't wearing trousers." Mandy paused.

"If you weren't wearing trousers," said Lucy slowly, "what would you be wearing?"

"Oh god, no. You're thinking of wearing a skirt to school." Gemma finally realised what Mandy was thinking of.

"Don't blame me," said Mandy. "It was Amy's idea."

"I'll just go and put these in water," said Amy, nervously picking up the bouquet. "And would anyone like a drink while I'm there?"

"Mandy wearing a skirt to school is a great idea, Amy," said Lucy, "but where do we fit in?"

"Well," said Mandy, "you were against me wearing skirts outside school, so I need you to be OK with it, obviously."

Gemma and Lucy looked at each other, shrugged and nodded.

"So would you be on my side, you know, if I was wearing a skirt in school and people started picking on me?"

"Yeah, we could do that, couldn't we Gem?" Lucy stood up and looked straight at her friend.

"Yeah, we'd have to wear trousers, of course. You can't be a minder in a skirt."

"Yeah, you'll be our special little precious Mandy. We'll look after you." Lucy smiled and bent down to Mandy and kissed her cheek again.

"There's another thing, Luce."

"What's that?"

"We've been told we can't go to school next week because we're suspended. Mandy won't be able to go to school next week because it'll be too painful. What do you think about coming here to look after Mandy?"

"Would you like that, Mand?"

"Yes, thank you. I'll need to check it with my mum and dad, but it's very sweet of you to offer."

"You are a girl, Mandy," said Gemma matter-of-factly.

"Why do you say that?"

"I've never heard a boy say 'it's very sweet of you'. It's something guys don't say. They say things like 'that'd be good' or something."

"Sorry, it's just, I don't know, maybe I'm feeling a bit fragile with the injury." Mandy waved her hands with limp wrists.

"And blokes never wave their hands about like that, either Mand," added Lucy.

"All we need, Luce, is to get used to the fact that round Mandy we're boys and she's a girl. Then we'll be OK. She wants us to protect her. I can cope with that. It's kind of flattering really." Gemma looked around at Danni and Sally. "Do you two girls want protecting as well?" Gemma contrived, unintentionally, to make her offer sound like a threat.

Danni and Sally shuffled nervously. "We don't want to fight," began Sally, "and really we're only being girls until the pageant is over."

"OK. That suits us, doesn't it Luce? We'll just be friends, if that's OK with you."

Gemma nodded at Lucy. Everyone nodded and the tension eased around the room.

"Come on Ame, where's that tea? I like it strong and dark and rugged, like my men." Lucy changed the subject and Amy hurried into the kitchen with the flowers and the box Lucy had brought.

"So, Mand," said Gemma, "when I was dressing your wound, I noticed something."

Mandy looked awkward, she had a nasty feeling about where the conversation was heading.

"You had a ribbon tied round your thing, you know, your willy. What was that all about?"

Mandy took a deep breath. There was no point giving Gemma anything but the truth. "I was wearing a tight pencil skirt and you could see the bulge my willy made."

"So you got Amy to tie it back?"

Mandy nodded. Gemma looked at Mandy and shook her head. "You are a one hundred per cent, twenty four carat, girl, Mand. You do know if you hadn't had it tied back, Jess would have cut it off?" Mandy nodded. "Would you have minded if she had cut it off?"

"I'm glad she didn't. But if she had, I would have accepted it and enjoyed being a girl. And Amy said she would have stood by me."

"That's nice. That's a hell of sacrifice for her to make."

"You don't know the full story, Gemma," said Kirsty.

"What do you mean?"

"Kirsty, you're not going to tell her about Friday morning at your house," said Mandy, horrified.

Kirsty hesitated. "Well let's just say Mandy could keep Amy satisfied even if Jess had cut it off."

"Kirsty! Thanks very much."

Lucy and Gemma looked at each other. Then at Mandy. Then back at each other. Then back at Kirsty.

"What are you saying, Kirsty? Mandy went down on Amy, or something?"

Kirsty nodded. "Don't knock it till you've tried it."

"Thank you Kirsty, thank you very much. Amy and me really want everyone to know all our most intimate secrets."

"We won't judge you Mand," said Lucy. "I wish I had a boyfriend who would go down on me. Every boy I've ever been out with only wanted to put one thing there. Well, either that, or a finger or two."

"Yeah. It's the same for me too," sympathised Gemma. "There's something to be said for going out with a lesbian."

"She calls her Mr Honey Tongue," offered Danni.

"Shut up, Danni. Whose side are you on? And anyway it was Kirsty that said that."

"Mr Honey Tongue? Where did that come from?"

Mandy was blushing furiously, partly with anger and partly with embarrassment.

Danni carried on. "When Mandy was bringing Amy to her fourth or fifth orgasm, she screamed out 'don't make me come again you honey tongued bastard'."

"You were there as well, Danni?"

"Yeah, me and Kirsty were doing a sixty-nine."

"Danni!" It was Kirsty's turn to be horrified.

"So you've been down on Kirsty?"

Danni nodded.

"We've been going after the wrong sort of blokes, Luce."

"Yeah. I'll have to get used to the fact that a bloke in a skirt is a bloke who goes down. How are you finding it Ali?"

"We've only been going out for a couple of days."

"But you're living in hope, eh?" Gemma gave Alison a wink.

Sally and Alison were holding hands and they looked at each other. Sally licked her lips subtly, but suggestively, and Alison blushed.

"I'll go and see if Amy wants a hand," said Abigail. She had been feeling somewhat awkward in the presence of Lucy and Gemma, having had disagreements with them several times during her school career. Abigail was a similar size to Gemma, possibly a few pounds lighter in weight, and their arguments had never involved physical violence, but they had involved the threat of violence. Abigail had not yet decided that Lucy and Gemma were entirely trustworthy, although they were making an effort to be friendly.

In the kitchen Abigail discovered that Amy had found a couple of vases and had made two wonderful arrangements, which were on the kitchen table. The kettle had boiled and Amy was filling the teapot.

"Can I take something through, Amy?"

"Yes, please Abi. Would you like to take one of the vases? I'll take the other one."

The two girls carefully carried the vases into the living room.

"They're beautiful, thank you very much, Gemma," said Mandy, as Amy and Abigail carefully put a heavy vase at either end of the long coffee table.

"I'm glad you like them, and I'm sorry. Really. I'm sure we can be friends, I just need to think differently about you."

"I'd like that, Gemma. And you too, Lucy. What happened to Lucy's present, Amy?"

"It's still in the kitchen Mandy. I'll just get it." Amy hurried into the kitchen and returned with an enormous box of chocolates.

"Whoa, that's the biggest box of chocolates I've ever seen. Thank you very much, Lucy. Can you pass them round please, Amy? But don't go tempting Sally. Chocolate goes straight to her hips."

"That's not true, but I am trying to lose weight," said Sally. "My mum thinks I can lose over three stone in five weeks. She's set me a target of fifty pounds. I've lost fifteen so far."

"Fifteen?" said Lucy. "That's really good, Sally. I keep trying to lose weight but I give up my diet so quickly. I get depressed because I haven't got a boyfriend because I'm fat and ugly, so I eat chocolate. And chocolate makes me fat."

"Yeah, I was like that," said Sally. "Then my mum said I had to wear a corset and it was hell for the first few days. Then Ali and Abi were really nice to me and now Ali is going out with me. I want to be thin for Ali, because she wants me to be thin. So now I don't mind wearing a corset and dieting. Actually, now I've got used to the corset, I don't want to eat nearly as much as before. Just a small chicken salad or cheese and lettuce sandwich fills me up now."

"You're not fat or ugly, Lucy," said Danni. "You've got broad shoulders, certainly, but you're not fat. I wish I had shoulders like yours."

"And I wish I was skinny like you. You've got a lovely petite figure. It isn't fair. It must be so easy for you get pretty clothes. Anything my size is for grannies. Or blokes."

"When I buy boy clothes, I have to get clothes for kids. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to go into a shop and they send you over to the baby department to get something your size?"

Lucy and Danni looked at each other and smiled. It was the first time they had exchanged polite words.

"You know Danni; you've probably got more skirts than I have."

"How many have you got?"

"Two. The two I wear to school."

"I haven't got many, but I've got more than two. I've got four or five, I think."

Lucy looked appraisingly at Danni. Danni followed where Lucy's eyes were looking and looked down at her legs

"You've got such lovely legs, Danni. Do you shave them?"

"Kirsty got me some hair-removing cream."

"It's made your legs look really smooth and sexy. I'm not surprised you want to wear flirty little skirts all the time. I've got horrible fat legs and a fat bum."

"I'd much rather be tall and well built. I hate being this small. It doesn't matter what I eat. I eat like a horse and I'm still tiny."

"I eat like a sparrow and I'm a whale."

Kirsty was starting to feel jealous and angry as Danni seemed to be getting on so well with Lucy.

Amy came round with a tray of cups of tea and a plate of cakes and biscuits.

"Grab a cup. And take sugar and milk if you want some."

Lucy poured herself a cup of tea, followed by Danni and Kirsty.

"We'd better hurry up and go, Lucy," Gemma said. "We've got to be back by four o'clock, or we'll be in more trouble."

Lucy drank her tea quickly and passed her cup to Danni. "Can you take this for me please, Danni," she said with a smile.

"Yeah sure. It's been nice to talk to you. I've seen you at school, of course, but it's nice to have a proper chat with you."

"See you soon, Danni. Bye Mandy, get well soon. Bye everyone."

Gemma and Lucy left. Kirsty was furious. "You shameless floozie, Danniella. Flirting with Lucy like that. You should be ashamed."

"I don't know what you mean. She was being nice to me, for the first time in her life. I couldn't be rude, now could I?"

"You didn't have to chat her up like that. 'I can't get any clothes my size. I wish I was big and rugged like you'."

"I was only being friendly. I never meant to upset you."

"I'm sure she didn't mean to upset you, Kirsty," said Sally. "Danni didn't say anything flirty or suggestive. She was only being friendly. I wouldn't know what to say to Lucy, either. If anything, Lucy was chatting Danni up, saying what nice legs she has in her sexy little skirts. I thought Danni did well to find something to talk to her about."

"You would take her side, wouldn't you?" Kirsty was still not happy, and rounded on Sally.

Sally just shrugged. "Come on Ali, let's help tidy up."

Alison and Sally piled all the plates and teacups onto the plate and then took them into the kitchen.

"Mandy," called Alison, "shall we load these things in the dishwasher or do them in the sink?"

"Would you mind doing them in the sink? Mum went mad when Karen used the dishwasher once. Thanks Ali."

"I'm glad she said that," said Alison to Sally. "We don't have one of these in our house."

"We've got one at home, but I don't know how to use it. Only mum ever turns it on. I just load things into it. Do you want to wash or dry?"

"Wash please, I hate drying." Alison put on some rubber gloves and started to fill the bowl.

She turned to Sally. "Thank you for my present Sally. Can I come to your house for a music lesson tonight, so I can thank you properly?"

"Yes, of course. Mum will be happy to see you. And she'll want to see your ring too, I expect."

Alison looked in Sally's eyes. She had lovely dark eyes. Just a touch of eyeliner and mascara had really brought them out. Sally was so lucky to have such nice eyes. And they were the window to such a sweet soul as well. Alison put her arms round Sally's neck, pulled her towards her and kissed her. She whispered in Sally's ear, "I think I'm falling in love with you, Sally. Please be nice to me. Once I fall in love, I fall so deeply that it hurts really badly if it goes wrong. I've been let down before and it took me months to get over it. Promise you'll be nice?"

"I promise. I'll never let you down Ali. I want to make you the happiest girl ever."

"Is that Sam or Sally speaking?"

"Both."

Sally reached behind Alison to turn the tap off. The water was spilling over the sides of the bowl and into the sink.

Sally kissed Alison; neither was in a hurry to rejoin the others. This was the first time since Alison had received the ring from Sally that they had had a chance to be alone together.

"Sally, you know when Gemma asked me if you had been down on me?"

"Yes," said Sally.

"Did you know you stuck your tongue out and licked your lips after she said that?"

"Did I?" said Sally, as innocently as she could manage.

"Yes. Was that just instinctive because of what she was talking about, or would like to do that?"

"I'd like to do anything that makes you happy, Ali."

"You know I'm a virgin?"

"So am I."

Alison smiled. "Up till last Friday, you hadn't even kissed a girl, apart from grannies and aunties."

"They don't count."

"No, they don't really. But seriously, Sally, I don't want to have sex with a penis. Not yet. But Mandy gave Amy so much pleasure, from what Kirsty says, would you do that for me?"

"Of course I would. Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it."

"Thank you, Sally."

"I really would do anything to make you happy, Ali."

"And Sally."

"Yes?"

"Thanks for not demanding anything in return."

"And Sally."

"Yes?"

"I will give you something in return. I want to make you happy too."

Alison turned and started the washing up. Sally started to dry up the cups, plates and saucers and pile them neatly on the side.

Sally was in heaven.

After they finished in the kitchen, Sally asked Amy to help put things away. It was late afternoon and time for everyone to leave, except Amy. Amy was going to stay with Mandy until Jane returned from work.

Sally walked to her house with Alison and Abigail. Alison and Abigail walked the quarter mile or so further to the village street where they both lived.

"What will you be doing tonight, Ali?"

"I'm going to Sally's. She's going to give me a piano lesson."

"You're learning the piano?"

"Yeah. Sally's a fantastic teacher. She's so patient."

"Sally's totally besotted with you Ali. Do you love him?"

"I'm starting to fall for him, Abi. I'm not sure I want to, but I can't help it."

"Why aren't you sure you want to?"

"Sally was Sam, remember? I didn't like Sam very much. But Sally is so different. I'm starting to fall in love with Sally. I don't want the pageant to end and lose Sally and be lumbered with Sam."

"You want to know what I think, Ali? Sally will never be Sam again. Old Sam is gone forever. He might be grumpy again sometimes. But you'll be able to snap him out of that. New Sam really is generous and loving and caring. Look at your ring and that song he wrote. Old Sam wanted to be liked by girls, but didn't know how. He was just too shy to approach a girl and find out what she wanted. When we made the approach and made him into Sally, he stopped being shy around girls. We've shown him how a girl wants a boy to be and he is happy to be like that. And the more in love you two become, the better it will be."

"I'm sure you're right, Abi." Alison smiled. "I'll call him Sammy when he's good and Sam when he's bad."

"No, Ali. Be his mother when he's bad. Call him Samuel."

Alison smiled at the thought. They had reached the front of her house and stood talking.

"I suppose Sam is short for Samuel. It couldn't be anything else could it?" wondered Alison.

"The only other name I can think of is Samantha. I know Janet is keen to make Sam into Sally, but that would be a bit much."

"I'll ask. What are you doing tonight?"

"The usual. Watch telly with the parents, listen to music. It's going to be so boring now my best friend isn't around to talk to on the phone."

"I am sorry about that Abi, but I can't be in two places at once."

"I know Ali. I wish you luck with Sally, and Sam. I think he will make a wonderful boyfriend. I hope so for your sake. And his. I'm starting to like him too."

"I'd best get on Abi. I need to have a bath before I go back to Sally's. I've got to thank him properly for his present."

Abigail was quick to pounce. "In what way? How are you going to thank him?"

Alison looked embarrassed.

Abigail continued, "you're not going to let him…?"

"No, Abi, not that." Alison paused and looked at her friend. Abigail had been her best friend since she was five. They had shared all their secrets and laughed and cried together all through their childhood. Should she tell her best friend about the conversation she had had with Sally in the kitchen?

"You remember when Gemma asked me if Sally had been down on me this afternoon?" Alison's voice was little more than whisper

Abigail nodded. She was staring intently into Alison's eyes.

"I spoke to Sally when we were washing up. I asked him if he would, you know, play Mr Honey Tongue for me."

Abigail smiled at the coy way Alison expressed herself, but nodded and kept looking at her.

"He said he would. But he didn't ask for anything from me in return. And that is what I was going to do to say thank you."

"A blow job?"

Alison nodded. "The thing is, I've never done one before and I don't know what to do."

"I haven't either. The only thing I know is you don't actually blow. It would go up like a balloon."

Despite the intensity of the conversation, Alison smiled. "No seriously, Abi, what should I do?"

"Ask him what he likes. Be gentle and take your time. When he comes, it spits at you and it's warm and creamy and tastes a bit salty. That's all I know. If you wanted to chicken out, you could give him a hand job."

"I won't chicken out Abi. If he gives me a multiple orgasm, like Mandy did to Amy. I couldn't, could I?"

"No, you couldn't. I really hope you enjoy yourself tonight. I'm quite jealous of you now. And remember Ali, if anything does go wrong, he really does fancy you like crazy and he will never harm you."

"What can go wrong?"

Abigail considered. "I reckon the worst thing that can possibly happen is that you'll both be too keen to please the other one and you might be disappointed. After all we've heard of what Mandy did to Amy, anything less than that would be disappointing. And, maybe Sally won't come when you're sucking him. That can happen for loads of reasons; you've read the magazines as well as I have. Just relax and enjoy."

"Will do. Thanks for the advice Abi."

"Ring me later on my mobile. It doesn't matter what time. I'll have it set to silent and have it with me when I go to bed. I'll be thinking of you."

"Thanks Abi. I'll ring you later, bye."

Alison walked to her house and Abigail walked thoughtfully the last few steps to her home.

 

To be continued

  

  

  

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