[Everard]

Day Six – Friday

Part Two

Roxy’s impish little grin, and of course those seductive hazel eyes, met my gaze. Naturally I was speechless. She stood up, plonked a kiss in the middle of my chest, said, “Meet me in our caravan in five,” and melted into the crowd.

I stood there for a good minute. Should I follow her? She was a wicked little minx, what would happen if I didn’t? As soon as I was respectably deflated, I headed for the large caravan that Roxy shared with Mary, Jon and Holly. Looking round, I noticed all three of them enraptured by the music and dancing, while stood nearby, sporting a semi, was the proud husband Henri.

She was on me the minute I walked in. She held me in a vice like grip and pretty well threw me onto the bed. A truly gargantuan kiss followed and it was all I could do to free myself. I sat up.

“What’s all this about, Roxanne?”

“’Roxanne?’ Am I in trouble?”

“Probably, yes.”

Her expression became a bit like a guilty schoolgirl. “I just wanted to do something nice for you, after I saw how turned on you got at the Slip & Slide watching Landy. And me.”

“I can honestly say,” I lied (badly), “That I have never had even the slightest feelings of lust for either of you.”

Her sly smile returned. “Yeah, you say that, but he doesn’t.” She curled her fingers round a phallus which was indeed beginning to tell a different story. She kissed me again, at which point I should really have pushed her off and made my escape. But bloody hell, this girl was good, I had never been kissed like that before. My cock became a rod of cobalt steel within seconds and she pushed me back onto the bed. Then she threw a leg over and mounted me cowgirl style. I’m only human, all I could do was reach out and hold those exquisite tits, not large, but each a nice handful.

Her vaginal muscles were exerting a vice-like grip on my penis as she slid up and down it, faster and faster, harder and harder. Grunts and gasps alternating, head up, eyes shut, mouth open, suddenly she gave a great shout and squirted all over my genital region. This triggered my floodgates too and the resultant gushing was of hydro-electric proportions.

Roxy collapsed onto the bed beside me and it was a good couple of minutes before we could speak or move. Eventually, her face hovering over mine, she said, “Tell me now, Everard. Go on. Look into my eyes when you say it so I know you’re telling the truth. Admit that you’ve always wanted me. Don’t forget, you started coming here when I was sixteen and I could see it then.”

“Okay, I give up. You win, Roxy– “ I sat up. From outside, silence. “The music’s finished. That could mean they’ll be here any minute.” Indeed, the door on the far side was at that instant opening and a female voice saying, “What the hell’s going on here?”

Whoever I had expected to see, I didn’t. A tiny naked female stood in the doorway, legs apart, hands on hips. Deep, dark eyes in a heavenly face, topped off with long chocolate-brown hair with blonde streaks, the other end resting on boobs so small they could have been A-cups, but the nipples – oh the nipples! Although they’d just come in from the hot sun, they were standing out ready for action. And although at that moment I longed to touch them, and stroke them, and lick them, and suck them more than anything else in the universe … I just couldn’t.

Yolanda.

Roxy stepped away from the bed. “He’s all yours, Landy.” Suddenly was heard the familiar rumble of a flat 6 pulling in. With them both distracted, I grabbed my towel and flung myself out the door I’d come in by.

From behind came the sound of two girls giggling uncontrollably.

Sam had just exited the car and disrobed. I gave her a gigantic hug and a kiss to match, not caring who saw. “Promise me something,” I said urgently. “For the rest of the day, do not move from my side. Stick to me like glue.”

“What on earth is the matter?” she said, concerned. I simply replied, “I’ll tell you later.” And that wasn’t a lie, I really did tell her later. Actually, it was nearly a year later, but that’s still not a lie, is it?

“Let’s have a shower,“ I suggested (in my case, to get rid of the Roxy-juice).

During the ablutions, we talked of many things (in my case, to take her mind off our most recent conversation).

“You were right about your car,” she was saying. “You should have seen the look on the face of that guy in the Z3 when I slipped past him on the motorway.”

“Motorway? That’s not how you get to the village.”

“I went to a different village, they had a Waitrose. I can’t wait for you to try the lovely fruit I found. Are you sure that bit’s clean now?”

“No, perhaps you’d better check.”

Samantha checked very thoroughly. At least I could no longer say she’d never given me a bj.

Later, as we sat in the grain store and she was feeding me segments of exotic fruit from a very expensive-looking box, came a little voice to my left. “Mind if we squeeze in on the end?”

“Hello cheeky.” Sitting beside me was my worst nightmare. And beside her my second worst nightmare.

“So I assume,” I said very quietly, “that you two know each other?”

“Oh yes,” said Roxy. “We were at school together. Landy was the prefect who caught me– “

“We don’t need that story right now,” Yolanda interrupted.

“Have some fruit,” I suggested to Roxanne, whilst passing her a hunk of … whatever it was. At least that would shut her up for a minute. It couldn’t stop her hand, though, which, hidden by the table, was caressing my flaccid member. To ensure it remained flaccid, I gave her wrist a gentle smack, and turned to my right.

“Early night, dear? Bit of a slog to my place, after all.” Sam shot me a puzzled look, but complied and gathered everything up. Roxy only had time to give me a fruity kiss before we dressed and left, but Yolanda managed to get in a huge hug for both of us.

Once home and in bed, all I was able to do was collapse into a troubled sleep, while hoping the nightmares wouldn’t be too bad.

[And that's all I have so far. There's a day and a half to go but I've yet to write them - I might depending on what reception the week so far gets. While I decide, here's Yolanda when she came back to the caravan.]

(AI wouldn't allow her hair to be short enough to expose her boobs, sorry!)