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Part Two
I was ahead of her again that afternoon, but not too far as I didn't want to hang around and be noticed. I got into the square and wearing a pair of gloves, picked up a short piece of iron and a small block of wood and went to the entrance she would use and went up in the lift and then before the door could shut behind me, put the block of wood down so that it couldn't close.
I peeked over the parapet of the seventh floor outer landing to the flats and saw her enter the block. Now I knew she would try the lift button first before giving up and have to walk up the stairs, how long this would take I had no way of knowing, but I got ready just round the corner of the last flight before the seventh floor, halfway from the sixth. I'd counted to one hundred and thirty eight before I heard a wheezing gasp and the heavy footfalls of her having to climb that many stairs.
I steadied myself against the wall as her head appeared round the corner on that half landing and then swung the pipe with all my strength. God what a noise that sound made as the pipe smashed into her skull, crushing it with one blow. She never even saw it coming and went down like a sack of potatoes. I put the bar down rather than drop it because it would have made quite a bit of noise and then quickly opened her bag and took out her purse. I only took the notes and let the purse fall, the odd coins spilling out with a tinkling sound. I quickly went up the short flight of stairs and took the block of wood from the door and took the lift down to the ground floor and as I left it, threw the block away.
The money was immaterial as I only took it so that it would look like it was a mugging and robbery, though fifteen pounds was fifteen pounds. As soon as I got above ground from the tube train at my station, I went to the library and just wandered about for about ten minutes before going to the front desk.
Excuse me,' I said to the woman behind the desk. I've been wandering around here for about an hour and decided that I would like to take one or two home, but I don't have a library card. What do I have to do to get one?'
That's no problem,' she said with a smile, delving into a drawer and pulling out an application form. Just take this home and get your parent to fill it in and sign it and bring it back with some proof of your address and then you can take out some books.'
Oh Lord! Is that the time? I exclaimed looking at the clock behind her, making her turn to look. `I've been here a whole hour and I should be home now for my tea. Well thanks for this,' I said waving the form at her as I trotted off to the exit.
`Where've you been?' Lucy asked when I got inside the house.
`Oh, to the library. I want to join and I got this form that Doris has got to sign,' and that was that for no more questions were asked of me. Doris duly filled in the form and went with me to the library the next day, Saturday, and I got two books out. That first time there I didn't pay any attention to the books I chose but later became very selective on what I took out to read.
It was at assembly in school on the Monday morning that we were told that Miss Trout had been the victim of a mugging attack over the weekend and had died in hospital, so a prayer was said to which I made no response. So we had the headmaster take our class for a few days until a replacement teacher arrived, but there was a lot of talk about Miss Trout and the consensus was that she wouldn't be missed by the majority of the class. A Mr Paget took over and my grades started to improve almost immediately and I did seem to get quite a bit of his attention. Now whether that was because my desk was at the very front of my row, or the fact that I now had a bust that was bigger than any of the other girls in that year, I don't know. I was now wearing a bra the size that most fully grown women couldn't fill and I was still only thirteen years of age.
Having been told the facts of life by Mother Phelps, I now began to notice how men and boys looked at me, their eyes first focusing on my bosom before looking me in the face. So I decided to try out a theory that had been forming in my mind and with that money from the purse of Miss Trout, I bought a couple of tops, one a size too small and the other with a loose neckline.
Wearing the tight one first, I had my bra on as normal when I had breakfast before leaving for school, but as soon as I was there, I went to the toilets and took off the bra and stowed it away in my bag. I felt very daring as I knew that my breasts were now very visible under the tight fitting top and I could see that every boy whispered and nudged a companion at what they could see.
Mr Paget when he came into the classroom to call the register, he actually faltered after calling out my name as he looked at me. I looked down at my front and could see that the nipples were really sticking out and were clearly visible and when I looked up at him and smiled, his face went a bit on the pinkish side. I also got a warm glow in my lower stomach but at that point in time, didn't know what it was that I was experiencing, but it felt very nice. Of course I put the bra back on when it was time to go home.
When I wore the loose necked top, without a bra, I found that he would quite often stop by my desk as though looking down at what I was writing, but I knew then that he was looking down the top of my top to see my breasts and again I got this warm feeling inside of me.
I was a prick tease, though I didn't know the expression then, but I later heard this being said by one of the boys after he had cornered me once for a grope. It was that what he called me after I had put my knee up into his groin for having the temerity to touch me there. I must have driven Mr Paget almost out of his mind every day of the week sitting there in front of him as he tried to teach us English, seeing me take deep breaths as I pondered what he was saying. Mind you, I would have killed him if he had tried to touch me. I did with the next man who did.
Lucy and I had gone to the cinema and we were watching the film when a hand came over my shoulder and was inside my blouse and clutched my breast.
`Is the other one as big as this darling?' the man breathed in my ear. I batted his hand away and grabbed Lucy's hand and dragged her out of her seat and moved to a different row.
`What did we have to change seats for?' she asked when we were seated again.
`I couldn't see the screen properly for that woman's hat,' I answered her and felt in my bag to see if I still had the stiletto knife that I had bought only a few days ago. It was there and would have stayed there if that man hadn't got up and moved to come and sit in front of me. He gave me a leer as he pulled down the seat before turning round and sat down. That was enough. The knife was out and I rammed it through the back of his seat and he gave out a grunt and then a small groan as I pushed it back a second time. I sat there with Lucy for another few minutes before I said that I was getting a headache and that the film was rubbish and I would rather go back home. She agreed about the film and so we got up and left and she didn't even give a passing glance at the man slumped in the seat in front of us. I hadn't really wanted to do it, but his hand touching my breast brought up this rage in me and that was it.
When he was discovered at the end of the evening show, it was too late to make the morning papers, but there was a small item the following day. It also appeared in the local paper a few days later about a man being murdered in the cinema and the police were appealing for witnesses
We were there that night,' Lucy said. Shouldn't we go and tell them that?'
No way!' I said. I've had my fill of police and social workers. We didn't see anything so why should we go. You didn't see anything did you?'
`No.'
`Well then, let's not bother,' I said and changed the subject, so now I had four deaths on my hands and didn't feel the slightest remorse for any of them. The fifth one came when I was sixteen.
I was growing up before I reached that birthday, and so was Lucy. She was now a young woman like I was though not quite so heavy on top but she was turning into a very beautiful female and we were both being constantly asked to parties or to go out on dates.
We went out a couple of times but they were boys and were more shy than we were. It went as far as having a few clumsy kisses and I think the size of my breasts were just too intimidating for them to dare to try and touch them. There was one boy I did rather like and I could see what he would like to have done to me with what he had in his pants. We kissed a bit in a corner of a darkened room at someone's party and I could see that he was straining at the leash but didn't have the courage to use his hands on me so I helped him out.
It was the first time that I pulled down a trouser zip and put my hand inside to handle an erect male penis. He gave a gasp as my hand touched him but he didn't stop me from pulling it out so that I could see what I was doing.
`Rub it,' he said hoarsely and I did so, feeling the hardness and strength that he had as the silken sheath moved over that solid bar of flesh. I felt his body start to stiffen and then he came all over my hand and his trousers.
`Ugh!' I exclaimed as I suddenly let go of him so that it flopped upwards and continued to pump his stuff out .
I'm sorry Sally, I'm very sorry,' he stammered as he got a handkerchief out of his pocket, with some difficulty I might add, and gave it to me to wipe my hand. I couldn't help it,' he continued as he took the cloth from me after to try and wipe himself down.
`I don't want to do that again,' I said huffily.
Oh Sally,' he whined, I've said I'm sorry. It's...it's just that you drive everybody crazy, especially me. I just couldn't help it.'
I did that favour for a couple of other boys as long as they didn't touch me, that was the stipulation and they accepted that I would give them hand relief for not doing so. It was at the third party that Lucy gave away her virginity, but didn't know until she plonked herself down next me.
`I did it! I did it!' she said breathlessly.
`Did what?' I asked stupidly.
`IT! Just now! Up in one of the bedrooms with one of the boys.' Then I understood.
`Did you make him wear one of those rubber things?'
`No. I don't know.'
`Oh you silly girl. When was your last period?'
`It...it's due any day now, why?'
`Oh let's go home, I've had enough of this place. You've had it, I don't want it, so let's go. I'll talk to you when we get home,' and so we left.
`Didn't Doris tell you anything?' I asked her when we snuggled down in bed together. With us two girls in the same house, Doris had given us her room, which I think I've mentioned before. She slept in the single bed in the smaller room so that we could have the big double bed, and it was here that we slept together.
`Well she did tell me some things,' Lucy replied.
`Tell me what you know,' I asked, and so she told me what she had learned from Doris or picked up in school. I then filled in the gaps that you could have driven buses through.
`Where did you learn all this?' Lucy asked.
`Mother Phelps,' I answered and left it at that, and was thankful that two days later her period started.
On my sixteenth birthday, we had a tea party instead of dinner, just the three of us. I didn't want anybody else and I wanted to wear my new blouse to the disco that we promised ourselves that we would go to that evening. So at eight o'clock having put on a little make-up and without Doris noticing, had taken off my bra because I knew it would be hot down there in that disco place we were going to on the High Street. So with top coats on, we went off and were soon in the darkness and dancing under the strobe lighting that made everything appear jerky like a film that keeps stopping and starting.
It was hot and sweaty down there and I was grateful of the cold beer some boy had bought for me and after a short rest, was up and dancing again.
Now what started the fight I don't know, but I have a sneaky suspicion that it was me and my big tits. They were bouncing about and covered in sweat and so I'm sure that my nipples were quite visible even in the dark bits between the flashing lights. It started off as a scuffle that we could hear above the music and then a girl gave out a scream as a table was knocked over and then a hand suddenly tore open the front of my blouse.
I never saw the coming of the hand or the face of the person who did it, but my breasts were suddenly out in the open and shone like beacons, like car headlight reflectors that seemed to flash and glow in that strobe lighting. The fighting was suddenly closer and right next me and I could hear bottles hitting the floor and glasses getting smashed. Then I took a blow to the side of my head and I went down and slid on the floor, and feeling the legs of a table, squirmed myself under its protection as another person was knocked down who rolled half on top of me.
His head came to rest on my in-built pillows and I could hear his grunts as he was kicked and trodden on. When his mouth fastened on my breast, I didn't stop him because he was taking the kicks that I would have suffered. His mouth was over my nipple that came up like a small rock and he sucked on it as though trying to get milk from it. The noise of the fighting seemed suddenly subdued as I began to get that warm feeling again in the pit of my stomach as the man suckled on me, but then he went and spoilt it.
It was when his hand went up under my skirt and tore my panties and he put two of his fingers inside me that I went berserk. I fought like a tiger and managed to bring my right leg up to where I could feel the top of my calf length boots that I was wearing. Inside, in a sheath of its own, was my knife. This I managed to get my hand on and I brought my arm up and drove the blade right up between his ribs as I heaved him off me onto his back, and as he fell back, I twisted the blade and pulled it free from his chest. I knew it would be covered in blood, so I wiped it on his shirt before slipping it back inside my boot.
I then went on my hands and knees under the table and started to carefully move along underneath others for their protection as I could now hear the roar of the fighting men and the smashing of glasses and bottles. There was also a lot of screaming as the girls tried to get out of the way as I made my way across the room and I heard Lucy's voice screaming out my name.
I felt I was free from the melee going on in the middle of the dance floor before I got up and called out Lucy's name and then we found each other. She grabbed my arm and we got pushed into the mass of people struggling to get to the stairs and the exit and we were virtually carried up and out into the blessed cool fresh air. Lucy had thoughtfully grabbed our coats before coming to look for me and gasped with dismay when she saw that all I had left of my blouse was just a few tattered bits across my shoulders. She helped me get my coat on to cover myself and we joined in a crowd of people as they all moved down the High Street and away from the disco.
There must have been at least twenty of us and like lemmings, as soon a police siren was heard, turned off the High Street into one of the side roads. We kept with them as we were heading in the right direction for us to get home, though the odd couple would disappear to go on their own way, but there were still at least eight left when we too broke away at the corner of our road.
Doris was still up and cried out in dismay at the bedraggled state that we looked when we got inside the house. Hair all awry and our mascara smudged and Lucy with one stocking down at her ankle. I didn't dare take my coat off to let her see what I looked like underneath, or she would have had forty fits. Lucy and I made our excuses that we were tired but okay and wanted to go to bed, and we were soon ensconced upstairs. It was good to get the coat off so that I could remove the remnants of my new blouse off and sit down and kick my shoes off.
Oh look at your face?' Lucy exclaimed, you're going to have a bruise on that if we don't do something about it. Just sit there and I'll be right back.' So I sat there and peeled off my stockings, cursing because they both had more ladders than a building site and now ruined. Lucy bundled back into our room with a bowl of water, a cloth and a bottle of witch hazel and proceeded to wash my face and apply this amazing magic water that stopped bruises from coming out.
Then she took the cloth and began to wash my breasts and the warm water made a tingle go up and down my spine as she ran the cloth round them and over the nipples, making them pop up and get hard. I also began to get that warm feeling again in my stomach and closed my eyes as her hand moved across them.
A man tonight did just what you are doing now,' I said, my voice all soft and mellow, and I liked it as he went and sucked on one of them.'
I suppose I should have been shocked when I felt Lucy's mouth cover one of my nipples and began to gently suck on it, but I wasn't. I just brought my hand up and stroked her hair as I felt that feeling come again in the pit of my stomach, and later in bed I fell asleep as she did with her sucking on me again.
It wasn't until we were awake in the morning that I first really kissed Lucy as we lay in our bed. I thanked her for what she had done the night before and kissed her again and she responded by kissing me back. I raised one of her hands and placed it on my breast for her to rub as I put mine on one of hers and then I later moved down a bit and sucked on her raised nipple. School had finished and so we stayed in bed most of the morning kissing and stroking each other's breasts as well as kissing them, but that's as far as we went, then.
It was in the paper next day about the fracas at the disco and the report said many people had to have treatment in hospital and that one man had been stabbed to death and Doris said that she was glad that we had got out in time and not been involved. Then she went on to discuss our future as we had now finished with school and that it was about time we started to think about finding ourselves a job.
I had to stop myself from laughing at that coming from Doris, one who hadn't had a job for the past seventeen years but had milked the state and found out every excuse for not finding work and was telling us to get a job. So we let her turn page after page of local newspapers that had job vacancies and let her have fun by circling nearly every one of them as she described what was wanted.
Lucy and I went to the Labour Exchange first, though I think it's now called The Job Centre to explain that it was our first time in looking for work, and a nice woman saw to all the details and got us our National Insurance number that only we could use and would have to give it for every job we went to for the rest of our lives.
`It's a pity you're not eighteen because I know of many places that are crying out for you women of your, er, shall we say, attributes,' she said with a smile.
`What jobs are they and why eighteen?' I couldn't help but ask.
`Barmaid,' she said succinctly, and I immediately understood what she meant and I think I blushed.
`Do you think they will cause me a problem in getting a job?' I asked anxiously.
`Not in the slightest if the hirer is a man. No chance if it's a woman,' she laughed and we joined in knowing what she meant.
She was quite correct and I got the first job I applied for, it being a man who interviewed me and I stayed there exactly one week. The men in the office kept hitting on me and the women were so bitchy that I hated it and after three days I'd had enough and I cried in bed that night as Lucy held me in her arms.
The women all hate me,' I complained, because of these,' and I indicated my breasts. `You don't hate them because they're bigger than yours, do you?' I cried.
No darling,' Lucy crooned as she stroked one, I think they are wonderful.' I had now taken to sleeping in the raw and so Lucy did the same, and I could feel her body heat as she bent her head and kissed each one in turn before sucking on my nipples. `I love them, especially when I can do this,' and I let her continue to kiss and suck on me as I lay back and let that warmth flow through me as my nipples hardened and gave me a tingle right through to my heart.
Lucy had landed a job in an estate agents office and said that she liked it and begged me to stay where I was till the end of the week and in the meantime, she would ask to find out if there was a place for me in their office. So I endured the next two days in that hateful office and I was glad when it was finishing time on the Friday and had the pleasure of telling the manager where he could stick his job, office and all that were in it.
Lucy had good news for me and said that she was to take me to the office in the morning, Saturday and have an interview with the manager. I was hired on the spot and told to start on the Monday and Lucy was so happy for me that we went out and spent her week's wages all in one day, well nearly all. We finished up by daring each other to walk into a pub and order a drink, and I was amazed that we got away with it. Lucy ordering two gin and tonics not thinking that we could get away with ordering beer.
We had two each and went home slightly tipsy and laughed at the slightest joke that was cracked at the dinner table.
Then it was to bed still laughing as we kissed and cuddled each other and, putting it down to the drink and because it was Lucy, I didn't have the urge to kill her when her fingers went between my legs and caressed me down there. So I did the same to her and had this warm glow flooding through me as her fingers played with me and I didn't want her to stop.
`Is this what lovers do?' I asked her in a whisper.
`I don't know, but I like what we are doing,' she giggled and kissed me. The night was spent with us just whispering to each other between kisses and caresses and really fell in love with each other so much so that we began talking about moving away from Doris and setting up home together. This wasn't a problem as my house was still there and the rent was fully paid up and it was there waiting, just waiting to be occupied again. The problem in doing this there and then was Doris, and she put up every objection she could think of. The best one being that she had worked her fingers to the bone to raise Lucy and later, support me, and now, now that we were just about to start bringing some money into the house, we wanted to leave. Leave and deny her a bit of comfort in her coming old age. Her, who hadn't worked since Lucy was born! That's why we laughed and told her that she could take in a lodger and get maybe a bit more than money. This was said with a smirk and for that, Lucy got a slap, a light one because Doris laughed at the suggestion, which I think became less of a joke when she had time to think about it.
I was given a desk in the estate agents office and told to look through all the files and see if I could make sense of them and ask if I didn't. I answered the phone and took messages to pass on and didn't really get involved with any selling or renting for a couple of weeks.
Then I was taken out with Mr Trentham, the manager, to visit a house with some prospective buyers. Lucy had gone out the week before and said that she thoroughly enjoyed those trips out of the office. I did too, keeping in the background to watch, listen and learn
After two weeks of badgering Doris, she finally gave in to us moving into my old home as Lucy and I hugged each other.
But if it doesn't work out and you want to come home, Ill keep the room ready for you.'
`Thanks mum,' Lucy said giving her a kiss and I added mine, giving her a kiss too. So without much ado, we went round to my house and spent the whole day cleaning the place out of three years dust and grime, concentrating on what would be our bedroom and the kitchen. We quickly went and did some shopping, getting just enough for the weekend and being trainee's as it were at the agency, we didn't have to work on Saturday's just yet.
We had a light meal that evening and then went upstairs to have a bath each to get rid of the dirt we'd acquired in our cleaning. Lucy was a bit apprehensive about me going into the bathroom where my step-father had died, but I had no qualms on that score. Because of the boiler, there was only enough hot water left in the tank for one bath, so we shared the water, squashed up together and I made sure that it wasn't I who had to sit at the plug hole end.
We laughed and played as we washed each other, taking time and care over each other's breasts and then it was out to get dried as the water, now dirty, ran away. We held each other's hand as went through into what was now to be our bedroom and quickly got under the covers without bothering with nightdresses.
Well?' I asked as our heads went down onto the pillows and we lay facing each other. What do you think of our new home?'
`Oh darling I love it, and I love you too for asking me to come and live with you,' she said leaning over and kissing me, our breasts just touching each other as she did so.
I love you too Lucy,' I said putting my arm over her shoulder and drawing her closer to me. I hope we will be happy here.'
Why shouldn't we be? You love me and I love you,' she said as her hand went and stroked my back down to my waist, and I think I'm going to love what we can do in this bed together,' kissing me again and I gave myself up to the pleasure of having her hand move down between our bodies and start to touch me.
I rolled onto my back and let my legs open for her to touch me more intimately than she had done before and I felt that warm glow start as her finger came in between the lips of my labia and touch the little button that was up there inside. I gave out a small groan at the charge of electricity that surged up inside me as she did so. My own hands went down and I used my fingers to open myself wider to her questioning fingers and got a thrill as I felt myself get wet down there that enabled her two fingers to slip inside and start to gently move and excite me.
She had moved down the bed so that she could suck on an erect nipple as her fingers soothed my inner heat that her thumb against my clitoris was making. I didn't realise that I started to croon as small little waves of pleasure rippled up my body as she worked on me and I don't know what prompted it, but I pulled one hand up and I pushed her head off my breast and down towards my open legs.
She kissed my lower chest and stomach as she shifted her body further downwards and moved in between my legs as her lips brushed across the light tufts of hair at the top of my thighs.
I felt her breath, warm and inviting after the cool air wafted around me as she pulled her fingers out of me to replace them with her mouth and tongue. I shuddered with delight at the first touch of her tongue at the entrance to my vagina and really trembled and gasped when I felt it flick in and out, triggering a fire inside of me that put me in a turmoil.
How could I have Lucy do this to me when I couldn't bear having a man touch me I thought, to which I had no answer and so banished it from my mind and gave myself up to the pleasure that she was giving me. Then I did the same to her and got smothered with kisses when I had finally stopped and our heads met once again on the pillow. Then it was to sleep with us vowing our love for each other forever and ever.