Scrumpers (Sexy reward for keeping a secret)

Rather appropriately this slightly erotic short story starts off in a cherry orchard. It involves a boy who is rewarded for keeping a secret about two attractive girls caught scrumping.

Slightly erotic

Slightly erotic

During the summer I used to earn extra pocket money ‘bird-minding’ at a local cherry orchard. After school and most weekends, you’d find me wandering among the fruit-laden trees, scaring birds – mostly pigeons, rooks and starlings – off the crop. I was usually equipped with a tin can and stick that I used to make a din with. I was also allowed to carry a shotgun, and if a large flock of birds threatened the harvest, I’d fire it off – more to scare the birds than to kill them. We’d also get the occasional human visitor to the orchard, intent on helping themselves to the fruit. Usually, the presence of someone wandering around with a shotgun was enough to deter such miscreants.

On one such occasion, I was on my rounds scaring birds when I noticed two people on the other side of the orchard. I made my way towards them, and as I got closer, I could see that they were scrumping. Before I got close enough to challenge them, they spotted me and made a run for it. The orchard was fenced-in but I thought they’d probably make it to the boundary fence before I could get to them.

Without a second thought, I raised the shotgun to my shoulder and fired a warning shot well over their heads. They stopped in their tracks, raised their hands and turned towards me. I approached them cautiously with the gun in my hands pointing to the ground: I’d been taught to never point it at anybody, even when it was unloaded.

I was in for two surprises: firstly, the two offenders were teenage girls; and secondly, I actually knew them. Well, ‘knew them’ is stretching it a bit! They attended the same school as me, although they were older than me. They were seniors, making them aged sixteen or seventeen, whereas I’d barely turned fourteen. The reason I was aware of them is because they were two of the most attractive girls at the school, and featured near the top of every boy’s ‘fantasy list’ – including mine. Ffion was about five foot four inches tall, slim, with long fair hair; her friend Alison was taller, about five foot eight, also slim but with a shapelier figure, and had short dark hair. As I say, they were very pretty girls. They were both dressed in tight blue jeans, white tee shirts and trainers.

Ffion was known to be quite a cheeky girl and a bit of a tease. She was very confident in her looks. Alison was quieter but always dressed to impress, even in her school uniform. The girls were rarely away from each other’s side. I'd heard rumours at school that they were lesbians, but I was too naive to fully understand what that meant.

I’d literally caught them red-handed: they’d got cherry juice stains on their fingers, around their mouths and on their tee shirts. There was no denying what they’d been up to.

“Don’t shoot us!” the one I knew as Ffion said, nervously.

They were both still standing with their hands in the air. When they saw I was just a boy rather than the farmer himself, they relaxed slightly and lowered their hands. It was obvious they didn’t recognise me from school – why would they?

“You won’t tell the farmer will you?” Alison said, pleadingly.

“We didn’t take many, honest.” Ffion added, although the stains on them suggested otherwise.

“I ought to.” I said. “He won’t be pleased.” I added.

“Please don’t.” Ffion implored, “If you let us go now no-one need ever know.”

“You don’t know our names anyway.” Alison said defiantly, “So you can’t tell.”

“You’re Alison and you’re Ffion.” I said, matter-of-factly, as if I’d known them for ages.

The girls looked shocked and taken aback by this revelation.

“How do you know us?” Ffion said, disconcerted.

“You go to the same school as me.” I said, “All the boys think you’re hot.”

“Do you think we’re hot?” Alison asked.

I think Alison was secretly impressed to know that they were so well known and fancied, even by us younger ones. As for me, I was very shy when it came to girls. I’d only ever admired them from a distance. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d actually be talking to them. I blushed when I said they were ‘hot’.

“Maybe.” I said, coyly, still bushing, then added, “As well as telling the farmer, perhaps I should tell the headmistress too.” I said, moving the discussion back onto more comfortable ground for me.

“Don’t do that.” Ffion begged.

“Please don’t.” Alison added.

“If you don’t tell, we’ll make it up to you at school on Monday.” Ffion appealed.

“How?” I asked, intrigued.

“We’ll think of something.” Ffion said, “Just let us go now, and keep it a secret over the weekend.”

“How can I trust you?” I said, concerned that once they’d left they would forget all about me on Monday.

“We promise.” the girls said, and both girls crossed their hearts.

I guess I was young, naive and smitten enough to believe them.

“Go on then. I promise I won’t tell.” I said, “But it better be worth it on Monday.” I added.

“Oh, it will be.” Ffion reassured me, and with that they turned and ran away.

I watched as they scrambled over the fence and disappeared.

That weekend was the longest I’d ever known! I couldn’t wait to get to school on Monday. I couldn’t eat, I couldn’t sleep, wondering what the girls had in mind. In fact, my mum was so concerned that I was going down with something that she suggested I didn’t need to go to school on Monday. I convinced her I was fine, and I actually wanted to go to school. Of course, I kept my end of the bargain, and didn’t tell anyone about the girls.

Monday morning at school dragged by. I saw Ffion and Alison in the distance at assembly, so I knew that they were there. If they’d seen me, they chose to ignore me. As lunchtime approached with still no contact, I guessed I’d been duped. Then just before the lunch break I was handed a note, it read simply: ‘Behind Chemistry block 12.30. F&A.’

I knew the location; it was a secretive place where some of the more militant pupils gathered to have a sneaky smoke or an illicit rendezvous. On no occasion had I ever had call to go there myself. I’ve never eaten my school dinner so quickly! I finished by 12.20 and made my way to the chemistry block. I looked around furtively; once I was sure there was no one looking, I cautiously squeezed through the gap that led to the back of the building.

There was no one there. I had to admit it was a secluded location. It wasn’t over-looked by any other buildings; there were just blank walls and tall bushes. I could imagine that for most of the time it was a dark, dank, forbidding place, quite spooky in fact. At the moment, with the sun at its zenith, it was bathed in natural light and was actually quite warm and pleasant. Then a horrible thought struck me; what if the girls had arranged for some of the older boys to meet me here to persuade me to stay silent? It was the sort of location where I would struggle to defend myself, or to summon help. I heard footsteps approaching. I held my breath, fearing who it was going to be. My heart was racing.

I breathed a heavy sigh of relief when Ffion and Alison emerged through the gap.

“You’re early.” Alison said.

“You look nervous.” Ffion added.

“I wasn’t sure if it was you.” I said, gradually getting my breath back. “I’ve never been here before.” I added.

“It’s good, isn’t it?” Ffion said looking around her, “You can do all sorts of things here and no one would ever know.”

From her tone I couldn’t tell if that was a thinly veiled threat, or a promise of pleasure to come.

“You didn’t tell on us, did you?” Alison asked, a note of concern in her voice.

“No.” I said, “I promised I wouldn’t.”

“Thank you.” Alison said, “We guessed you hadn’t because no-one has said anything to us – not the farmer nor the headmistress.” she added, sounding reassured.

“I guess you’ve earned your reward.” Ffion said. “Which of us do you prefer?” she asked.

As she spoke, they moved closer together so they were standing next to each other, so I could better compare them. They were both dressed in their school uniform, comprising a navy-blue blazer, white blouse, blue tie, navy blue skirt, white socks, and black shoes. The school was very particular about the length of skirt; it was supposed to be no more than one inch above the knee, or six inches below it. Both girls had misinterpreted the rule; their skirts were at least six inches above the knees. I don't know how they got away with it, but I was glad they did: their legs looked great! In the winter the girls could wear a navy jumper and black tights. Being summertime, they weren’t wearing jumpers, and had bare legs.

In terms of both looks and personality they couldn’t be more different, like chalk and cheese. Ffion was short, with long blond hair, small breasts, and an out-going, saucy persona. Whereas Alison was tall, with short dark hair, ample breasts, but was shy and reserved. One thing they did have in common despite their differences, they were both extremely attractive. In fact I’d say they were both drop-dead gorgeous. Needless to say, I found it impossible to choose between them.

“Well?” Ffion pressed me, "Which one of us do you like best?"

“You’re both gorgeous .... and sexy.” I heard myself saying nervously, as if it was someone else speaking. “I can’t choose.”

I don’t think I’d ever used the word ‘sexy’ in a conversation before. I’d certainly never told anyone that I thought they were. I could tell my face was red.

“Thank you. Good Answer.” Ffion smiled, “Did you hear that Ali, he thinks we're sexy!" she added.

Ffion leaned closely into her companion and whispered something into Alison’s ear, covering her mouth with her hand so that I couldn’t discern what she was saying. Alison nodded and moved away so that she was standing close to the gap leading into the hideaway.

“Alison is going to keep watch and warn us if someone is coming.” Ffion said, conspiratorially.

Ffion still hadn't given any indication regarding what was happening. When she was satisfied that Alison was in position, she turned to me.

“You’ve shown you’re good at keeping secrets. You’re going to have to keep another one.” she said, “Okay?”

“Sure.” I said, still oblivious to what was going on.

“What happens here will be just between us. No telling anyone – not even your classmates.” she whispered, building up the tension, In fact, especially not your classmates!"

“Okay.” I whispered back, even though there was no one close to overhear us.

“Are you ready?” Ffion asked.

“I guess so.” I replied softly, still not knowing what I was agreeing to.

Ffion removed her blazer then her hands moved up to her tie, she undid it and wrapped it loose around her neck. Unbelievably, she then started to undo the buttons of her white blouse, starting at the top and working all the way down until it was completely undone. She untucked it from her skirt and opened it up to reveal her plain white bra. I stood staring at her awe-struck. But she wasn’t finished. She started to hitch her navy skirt up so that her thighs came into view, and then I got a tantilising glimpse of her panties, they were pale yellow, lacy and gossamer thin.

“Can you see my panties?” she queried, not sure how much she had revealed.

“Yes. Thank you.” I just managed to gasp.

“So can I.” Alison chipped in, laughing.

“You’re supposed to be keeping a look-out.” Ffion said to Alison. Then to me she said, “Come closer. Don’t be shy.”

I moved a couple of steps nearer to her. She took my hand, guided it to her chest, and placed it inside her bra. I gasped as I touched her bare skin.

“Have a proper feel then.” Ffion encouraged, “I bet you’ve never touched a girl’s breasts before, have you?” she continued, but in no way mocking me.

I admitted that I hadn’t.

“Give it a squeeze then.” she laughed.

I did as I was told, and felt her nipple harden under my touch. I pulled her bra away slightly so that I could see more of her breast, including her firm nipples.

“Naughty!” Ffion admonished me, “I never said you could do that”

“Sorry!” I said, and quickly let go.

“Only joking.” Ffion laughed, “Did you see what you wanted to see?”

“Y-yes. Thank you.” I stammered.

"Give me your hand again." she instructed, “You’ll need to come closer.”

I stepped slightly closer and cautiously gave her my hand, not sure if she was going to slap me, or what she was going to do. She took hold of it and directed it up inside her skirt. She placed my hand on her panties, where, I imagined, her ‘girl hole’ was. I gasped.

“Is this the first time you’ve put your hand up a girl’s skirt?” she laughed.

“Y-yes.” I managed to stammer.

“What can you feel?” she teased.

“I can feel your panties.” I said, nervously.

“And?” she kidded.

I wasn’t sure what I could feel. I had been expecting a hole; but what I felt was more like a mound.

“I’m not sure.” I replied hesitantly.

“Give it a rub then.” Ffion joshed.

“Inside or outside your panties?” I asked, genuinely unsure of what I was meant to do.

“Cheeky!” Ffion laughed, “Did you hear that Ali, he wants to put his hand inside my panties?”

“He’s bad!” Ali responded.

"Very bad!" Ffion giggled.

“I’m sorry.” I whimpered.

“Outside, of course.” Ffion directed, "You're not old enough to put it inside yet."

I hadn’t a clue what I was supposed to be doing, so I flattened my hand and pressed through her panties against the mound with four fingers. I slowly rubbed in a clockwise, circular direction. Ffion bit her bottom lip, closed her eyes, and contorted her face like she was sucking a lemon. Whatever I was doing seemed to be causing her immense pain. She sighed softly.

“Shall I stop?” I asked, concerned for her well-being.

“Just a bit longer.” she murmured; her face still grimacing, "Please."

Her breathing was getting faster and heavier. She was obviously hurting inside. I was concerned she was going to wet herself; I could feel dampness through her panties. She was gasping; she must be in agony.

“Okay. You can stop now.” she said, breathlessly, “Thank you.”

I don’t know why she thanked me after all the distress and torment I seemed to have caused her. I withdrew my hand. Ffion adjusted her crumpled skirt, did up her blouse buttons and put her blazer back on.

"Did you enjoy that?" Ffion asked me.

"Yes. Thank you." I replied. It had been exciting, even though I wasn't sure what I was doing. "I hope I didn't hurt you?" I asked, concern in my voice.

"No, far from it. I enjoyed it too." Ffion replied to me, then turning to Alison she continued, "Time to swap over. Are you ready Alison?”

“I guess so.” Alison replied, “I’m not going as far as you did though. I can’t believe you just did that.” she continued, not able to hide her shock.

“It felt nice. He’s got really soft, sensitive fingers.” Ffion purred, “I only wish he could have put his hand inside my panties rather than rubbing me through them. I must admit I’m quite wet though!” she chuckled.

“Ffion!” Alison exclaimed, sounding aghast.

 

“Try it Ali.” Ffion urged, “You’ll enjoy it!”

 

“No way!” Alison affirmed, “He’s not coming anywhere near my pussy!”

"Spoil sport." Ffion giggled, "You'd love to rub Alison's pussy wouldn't you?"

I was too shy to answer. The girls swapped places, with Ffion taking up guard duty, and Alison standing directly in front of me, looking extremely nervous. Alison seemed a lot less confident, and looked at Ffion for reassurance. Ffion nodded back to her.

“Go on, it’s all quiet.” Ffion whispered.

“No touching, you understand?” Alison, said to me nervously, “You can look but you can’t touch.”

I nodded that I understood. Actually I was relieved: I didn’t want to cause distress to Alison like I apparently had to Ffion.

Alison removed her blazer, put her hands up to her tie and undid it just as Ffion had done. Then she hesitantly started to un-button her blouse. When it was completely undone, she slowly opened it up to reveal her lacy white bra underneath. I noticed straight away that her breasts were much fuller than Ffion’s. As she had indicated, she didn’t offer me the opportunity to feel them, but she did lower the cups of her bra slightly so that I could see her nipples. Like Ffion’s, they appeared firm. She only lowered her bra briefly to give me a glimpse of her breasts before she pulled it back up again. Then she gradually lifted her skirt up to reveal her lovely long legs.

“Okay?” Alison asked uneasily.

“A bit higher?” I asked timidly, my eyes wide.

I could see Alison’s legs but not as much as Ffion had revealed.

“Come on Ali. Show him more than that.” Ffion chipped in from the side, "Let him see your knickers." she chuckled.

Alison, visibly miffed at her friend's goading, hesitantly edged her skirt up a bit further to reveal she was wearing pale blue panties.

“Better?” she questioned.

“Higher?” I asked expectantly, gaining confidence with the more I saw.

“He’s getting cheeky now!” Ffion laughed, "You better do as he asks."

Alison lifted her skirt up even more so that her tiny panties were fully exposed. As I looked at them I imagined the treat you'd have sitting in class with her and seeing up her skirt.

“You must be able to see them now?” she said irately.

“That’s better.” I said, “Can you turn around please?”

“What?” Alison said, obviously irritated.

“You heard him, Ali. He wants to see your bottom!” Ffion giggled.

Alison slowly turned around with her skirt still raised. Her panties were so small they were scarcely visible at the back; the cheeks of her cute bottom were bare. Her bottom was delectable; was it bad that I really wanted to slap it?

“You must have seen enough now?” Alison asked over her shoulder sounding exasperated.

 

“Perhaps he wants you to pull down your knickers.” Ffion chuckled, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?” she continued, this last question directed to me.

 

Alison turned back to face me and shot Ffion a withering stare. If looks could kill!

 

“Would you?” I asked timidly.

 

I heard Ffion chuckle.

 

“Go on Ali, pull ‘em down a bit and give him a glimpse of your pussy!” Ffion encouraged, “I let him feel mine, it’s only fair that you let him see yours.”

 

Alison gave her ‘friend’ another contemptuous look. Then, holding her skirt up with one hand, she falteringly pushed the front of her blue panties down with her other. I stared in fascinated amazement as her ‘girl hole’ came into view. I noticed that Ffion was taking a keen interest too. From the bit I could see – just the top of it – it was akin to a taut slit, slightly red compared to the surrounding skin, like tightly pursed lips that had just sucked a lemon. It was as smooth as silk.

 

“Can you see it?” Alison asked, sounding both sheepish and flustered.

 

I was rendered speechless by the view I was enjoying so that before I had mustered up the words to reply that I could, Ffion chipped in:

 

“Push them down a bit further.”

 

I could tell that Alison was really peeved now, and probably wanted the ground to swallow her up. She was bright red. Never-the-less, she pushed her panties down even lower so that all of her slit was visible.

 

“Is that better?” she implored of Ffion.

 

Ffion was gazing at her friend’s pussy in disbelief as much as I was. She seemed to be enjoying the view too. Not only was Alison’s face flushed cherry red, but her pussy was as well.

 

“Wow!” Ffion exclaimed, “You’re certainly giving him a good view of it now! It’s totally exposed.” Then she asked me, “Is that the first time you’ve seen a girl’s pussy close up?”

I nodded that it was. I couldn’t speak. I stared open-mouthed.

 

“Well, what do you think of it?” Ffion asked.

 

I couldn’t find the words. I just gazed at it in wonderment.

 

“Well?” Ffion pressed.

 

I searched my brain for the appropriate adjective to describe what I was gawping at, what had made my jaw-drop. Sure, I found it exciting, fascinating, captivating, mesmerising, compelling, thrilling; it was all of these and lots more beside; but all of these words described my feelings rather than what Alison was actually showing me. Eventually I found my voice.

 

“It’s wonderful.” I sighed, “Truly wonderful.”

 

“Did you hear that Ali? You’ve got a wonderful pussy!” Ffion giggled, then turning to me she chuckled, “I bet you’d like to put your willy in there wouldn’t you?”

 

“Ffion!” Alison gasped.

Now I must admit that ever since Ffion had unbuttoned her blouse and revealed her bra, my ‘willy’ - as Ffion had so delicately called it – had taken on a life of its own. It was throbbing tremulously and it ached, but strangely it wasn’t a painful or unpleasant ache. I’d never experienced a feeling like it before. And it was stiff, so stiff in fact that I could feel it pressing hard against the inside of my school trousers. I was conscious that it was causing a noticeable bulge so I stood awkwardly in order to hide it from the girls as best I could. Ffion was right, as I gazed at Alison’s exposed pussy it was as if my willy was saying ‘let me at it!’

 

“You must be satisfied with what you've seen now?” Alison asked me despairingly.   

 

“Y-yes. T-thank you.” I stammered, my eyes agog, not believing just how much I could see.

 

“Happy now?” she enquired of her friend.

“I must admit I wasn’t expecting you to show us quite that much!” Ffion smiled,  “You better cover it up again. It’s very cute by the way.”

With visible relief, Alison quickly pulled her panties back up to cover her pussy. She let her skirt fall back down to hide her panties, then did up the buttons on her blouse, put her blazer back on. and re-tied her tie. Soon both girls were standing in front of me in their uniforms, looking as innocent as lambs, as if nothing had happened.

As I looked at them fully dressed I wondered if I was the only boy in school that knew what they were both wearing under their uniform.

“That was your sexy reward for keeping a secret.” Ffion said, “Was it worth keeping quiet for?”

“I’d say!” I exclaimed, unable to contain my excitement, "Thank you!"

“Remember, not a word of this to anyone. Not even your best mates.” Ffion instructed.

“And whatever you do, don’t tell anyone that you’ve seen my pussy!” Alison pleaded, “I still can’t believe you made me do that!” she directed a glance scornfully to Ffion.

“I promise.” I said, “I doubt they would believe me anyway.” I added.

“That’s true.” Ffion smiled, “We didn’t intend to go as far as we did. You’re a really lucky boy.”

With that Ffion leaned forward and kissed me gently on the cheek. Alison followed suit, bending over to give me a peck on the cheek too.

THE END

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