The Day I Was Abducted by Aliens

Mildly Erotic - this is a coming of age story in which a young boy has his first sexual experiences. It is quite kinky in parts. It draws heavily on the 'Hitchhiker's Guide' stories of Douglas Adams. If you are familiar with these stories, see how many references you can find.

Dedicated with thanks to Angel H.

Our English teacher, Mr Matthews, was a keen science fiction buff. He delighted in introducing us to the classic sci-fi writers such as: Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Frank Herbert, H.G. Wells and Philip K. Dick.

As most people are aware, May the Fourth is known as ‘Star Wars Day’, from the expression, ‘May the Fourth Be With You’. Mr Matthews persuaded our headmistress to adopt this day as ‘Sci-Fi Day.’ Most of our teachers bought into this idea, and the majority of our lessons on this day were tailored around sci-fi in one way or another. Even our canteen staff got involved, and our school dinner was sci-fi themed that day.

 

The most fun on Sci-Fi Day though, was that we could come to school in sci-fi themed fancy dress, rather than our school uniforms. For the younger ones, this usually meant dressing up as superheroes or favourite TV characters; for the older ones, especially the girls, it often meant that sexy costumes could be worn without fear of a telling-off from the teachers. Our dress code for school uniforms on normal days was rather strict.

 

I was fourteen. I considered myself too old for a superhero costume; but lacked the confidence and maturity to wear anything too risky. I also liked to think I was indifferent to the rules and standards being followed by others, and I preferred to do things my own way. To be honest, I was a bit of a loner, a geek.

 

I was a big fan of the English writer and humourist Douglas Adams; ‘The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy’ was one of my favourite books. That settled it: I would come to school as Arthur Dent, the main character of the story. Not only was this a bit of a ‘left field’ choice, but it was easy – and cheap! - to achieve. I only needed to wear my pyjamas, dressing gown, slippers, and to carry a towel. The idea was likely to go down well with Mr Matthews, as I knew he was a fan of Douglas Adams too.

 

Another advantage of my costume choice was getting to and from school. I caught the school bus in the morning and returned on it in the afternoon. Although being dressed in a dressing gown may raise a few eyebrows, it was less flamboyant than, say, a Superman outfit.

 

I lived towards the end of the bus route; I was the second last stop. There were only two other students that lived beyond me: about ten minutes further on to be precise. But what students they were!

 

Tegan and Leela (I guess their dad must have been a Dr Who fan) were identical twins. They were sixteen and absolutely stunning. To my mind, each on their own would be the best-looking, sexiest girl in school – but there were two of them! What’s more, I got to share my bus journey with them most days. They were rarely out of each other’s company. Although I saw them virtually every day, I couldn’t tell them apart. Nor could their teachers. I’m not even sure if their parents could! To make identifying them even harder, they usually called each other ‘Sister’, or, more commonly, ‘Sis’, rather than using their first names when speaking to each other.

 

A quick description of the girls will suffice at this point. They were about five foot six inches tall, slim with budding breasts, long legs, long blonde hair which sometimes one wore straight and one wore wavy or tied up, grey-blue eyes, gorgeous smiles. As I say, they were beautiful. They were very well-spoken, polite, and well mannered; and not too ‘up-themselves’, as striking girls can often be. I always imagined that they had a cheeky, daring side to them too, but they didn’t flaunt it.

 

Although I was two years younger than them, and nowhere in the same league when it came to looks or popularity, they always said ‘hello’ to me when I got on the bus. They used to call me ‘Titch’ because I was small for my age. This wasn’t meant in any way to be derogatory; neither was it a term of endearment or fondness - unfortunately.

 

I fancied the twins so much that it had got to the stage where I planned my school day around them. I sat close to them on the morning bus, without making it obvious, or so I thought. In the afternoon, we had a choice of two busses, one leaving at 3.45 pm and one an hour later. I always tried to ensure I came home on the same bus as the twins. Occasionally this wasn’t possible if I had after-school football training, which was always disappointing. Sometimes the twins would have music practice, meaning they caught the later bus. I would hang around for an hour even though I had nothing to do. My parents got used to the fact that I’d come home on either of the busses, so didn’t worry if I wasn’t on the first one.

 

Of course, my adoration of the twins went largely unnoticed by them. I was very shy and particularly awkward around girls. I hadn’t had a proper girlfriend yet, and to be fair, apart from the twins, I found most girls annoying. Why did they have to talk so much? I wondered if girls didn't keep exercising their lips, perhaps their mouths seized up. But after further consideration and observation, I abandoned this theory in favour of a new one. If they don't keep exercising their lips, their brains start working.

 

On the morning of Sci-fi Day I got showered and brushed my teeth as normal, but instead of putting my school uniform on, I put my pyjamas back on. I put one of my dad’s old-fashioned, tartan dressing gowns over the top, tucking a copy of ‘The Hitchhikers Guide’ into the pocket to make it more obvious who I was – and that I just hadn’t forgot to get dressed that morning. I put on my slippers and completed the look with a towel – as everyone knows, a towel is the most important item a Hitchhiker can carry; not only can you wrap it around yourself for warmth, but it can give you control of your life if you know where your towel is at all times.

 

I was glad that it was a warm, dry day as I stepped out to the bus stop. I got a few strange looks from passing motorists as I stood there in my dressing gown. As I waited, my thoughts turned to the twins. I really hoped that they would engage with the day and dress up. The bus arrived and I climbed on board. I needn’t have worried. I saw straight away that the twins had embraced the theme. I sat down on the seat in front of them.

 

“Morning Titch.” Tegan and Leela said in unison, “Did you forget to dress this morning?” they laughed.

 

“Morning girls.” I said, bashfully, “I’m Arthur Dent from ‘The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy’.

 

“That’s clever.” Tegan (or Leela) replied, “That’s one of our dad’s favourite programmes.” she continued.

 

This came as no surprise to me. As I said earlier, I was sure their dad was a Dr Who fan, so he’d probably like Hitchhikers too.

 

“What do you think of our costumes?” Tegan said, “Stand up Leela and give him a proper look.”

 

The girls were wearing matching shiny-silver dresses that were extremely short – and I mean extremely short! They’d got metallic green tights on underneath, with silver high-heeled, thigh-length boots that made their long legs appear even longer, and matching long gloves. They both wore their hair dead-straight, and they’d tinged the ends green. They’d applied neon-green face paint around their eyes to give them an other-worldly appearance without detracting from their natural beauty. Leela spun around to give me the full 360-degree experience. I could virtually see the bottom of the cheeks of her cute bum. I gasped at the daring short dress and wondered if they would get away with that in class.

 

“You like our outfits then?” Tegan asked.

 

“Wow!”  I said. There wasn't much else I could say, so I said it again, “Wow!”

It felt as if my jaw had literally dropped. My eyes must have been bulging. And it wasn’t just my eyes!

 

“You look fantastic!” I managed to exclaim.

 

“Thank you.” Leela said, sitting down, “We are sexy aliens from planet Erotica.” she continued, laughing.

 

“You really are sexy!” I said, not believing that I’d been brave enough to tell them directly.

 

“Thank you Titch. That means a lot.” Tegan said.

 

We soon arrived at school and I was surprised how many of my fellow pupils had joined in; it seemed that virtually everyone, including the teachers, had dressed up. There were lots of superheroes, of course, and the obvious characters from Star Wars and Star Trek. I was the only Arthur Dent as far as I could tell. I saw the twins a couple of times through the day. They were always accompanied by a gang of admiring boys, and a similar number of jealous girls.

 

At the end of the day a prize was given to the person or persons deemed to be the best dressed, as voted for by pupils and staff. Needless to say, the twins won hands down. To my surprise, I came in sixth. I think all the superheroes must have cancelled each other out, and I was a bit of a ‘left field’ alternative.

 

That day, more than ever, I wanted to make sure I was on the same bus home as the twins. As soon as the final lesson finished I sought them out, and followed them, discreetly, until I was sure I knew which bus they were catching. When they joined the queue for the 3.45 I was close behind them. They took their seat near the back of the bus, and I was fortunate enough to get the seat immediately in front of them.

 

“Congratulations on winning the fancy dress.” I said to them, as I sat down, “I voted for you.”

 

I couldn’t believe I’d been so bold as to talk to them. I normally struggled just to return their greetings.

 

“Thank you Titch.” Tegan (or Leela) said, “We see you did quite well too.”

 

I was so chuffed that the girls had even noticed. I was overawed.

 

“We had enourmous fun being mischievous aliens.” Tegan (or Leela) said, and both girls laughed, “We’d like to carry on being naughty for a bit longer.”

 

The journey continued and the number of passengers on the bus dwindled as people got off. With only two stops left to go, it was just me and the twins remaining. This was always my favourite part of the journey. Not that I usually said or did anything, I was much too shy for that; it was just that I could better hear the girls talking and giggling behind me. Today they seemed particularly light-hearted: I put this down to the day being quite frivolous compared to a normal school day. As we approached my stop I had mixed emotions; of course I was pleased to be home, but I also regretted leaving the twins.

 

I stood up, or rather I went to stand up. I couldn’t. For a moment, nothing happened. Then, after a second or so, nothing continued to happen. I heard the twins snigger. I went to stand up again. I found it impossible. The girls were in hysterics now. I looked down behind me to see what was ailing me. My dressing gown belt had been tied to the seat. I tried to undo it but only succeeded in pulling it tighter. The girls, still in fits of laughter, eventually tried to help me but I’d pulled it so tight they were struggling too. The bus was now pulling away from my stop, with me still on it.

 

“We’re sorry Titch.” Tegan (or Leela) said, “We were just having some fun.”

 

“We didn’t expect it to pull so tight.” Tegan (or Leela) added, “We didn’t mean for you to miss your stop.”

 

We were nearly at their stop before we managed to get the belt unknotted, much to my relief. I had visions of being stuck on the bus until it got back to the depot. 

    

“You’ll have to come home with us.” Tegan (or Leela) said, “You can catch the return bus in an hours’ time.”

 

“Tell your mum we kidnapped you.” Tegan (or Leela) laughed.

 

“Yes!” You’ve been abducted.” Tegan (or Leela) grinned.

 

“Abducted by aliens!” Tegan (or Leela) smirked.

 

“Naughty aliens!” Tegan (or Leela) beamed.

 

When we arrived at their stop, the twins escorted me off the bus and walked me to their house, just like a captive. I marched quickly alongside them, nervous as hell, but trying to hide it by striding purposefully. They lived in an ultra-modern, glass-fronted, chalet bungalow, surrounded by landscaped gardens. We were walking up the long pathway to the front door when one of the twins suddenly cried out:

 

“Ahh! Oh hell! Quick! Quick!”

 

She ran the last few yards to the front door and desperately started squatting up and down and crossing her legs as she fumbled to unlock the door. As she did so she was squealing and gasping out.

 

The other sister, obviously concerned, asked her, “What’s up Sis?”

 

The twin that was in distress let herself in and crashed through the door into the hall. The other twin quickly follows her, with me not far behind. I’m really worried about what’s happened.

 

“What up Sis? Are you alright?” the second twin asked.

 

The first twin, now gasping, calls out “No! I’m not alright!”

 

She suddenly lifted the front of her dress and pushed her hand frantically down her tights and knickers and parted her legs as she gasped heavily out.

 

“Aghh!” she sighed in relief, “That’s better! It’s these tights. I’ve got an itch right on my fanny! It's been driving me crazy… Ahhh!”

 

The second twin laughs as her sister gasps and puffs out loudly as she relieves her itch.

 

“You sound as if you are having an orgasm Sis!” The second twin laughs.

 

I watched spellbound as I see the twin with her back to me relieving her itch. I’m being turned on by all the squealy, gaspy sounds that she is making. After a few seconds, she pulls her hand from her knickers and gasps.

 

“Oh wow, it felt as if I was having an orgasm as well, Sis.” she panted, “I had an itch just inside one of my pussy lips. It's gone now, thank heavens” she continued, relief in her voice.

 

The twin that had stayed with me, rebuked her.

 

“Language Sis! I hope you haven’t forgotten that we have a male prisoner, sorry, guest?”

 

“Oh yeah. Sorry about that but I couldn’t help it, it was driving me crazy, it made my eyes water.” She smiled and gave a large sigh of relief. Then sounding quite concerned, she said to me, “You didn’t see anything you shouldn’t have did you?”

 

I just shook my head shyly. I was still in shock listening to the girls talking so openly about their private parts and the terms they used: it was like a whole new language. I was also surprised that their mum wasn’t there to greet them. The girls locked the door behind them after we were inside. They ushered me through into a sparsely furnished, but very nice lounge, one that wouldn’t look out of place in a sci-fi film.

 

“Mum and Dad are both at work, and won’t be home for at least an hour.” Tegan (or Leela) said.

 

“Which means we’ve got you all to ourselves for that time.” Tegan (or Leela) said, mischievously.

 

“Leela means we’ve got the place all to ourselves.” Tegan clarified, “Haven’t we Leela?” giving her sister a dig in the ribs.

 

I now knew which one was which, for the time being anyway.

 

“Don’t look so worried.” Leela said, “We’re not going to eat you.”

 

“We’re not that type of alien, being vegetarian,” Tegan said, reassuringly.

 

The thing that used to worry me most, was the fact that people always used to ask me what I was looking so worried about.

 

“Would you like something to drink while you wait?” Leela asked, “We’ve got juice.”

 

“Is there any tea on this, err, spaceship?" I asked, hesitantly, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings.

.

“We can do you a tea.”  Tegan replied, “How do you take it?”

 

“Milk. One sugar.” I replied.

 

I put my school bag down and sat on a modern, white leather sofa, and shifted nervously in the seat. Although I’m sure it was comfortable, I wasn’t at all relaxed. Tegan disappeared for a while then came back with a mug of tea and handed it to me. I took a sip, it tasted almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea. The girls whispered to each other and tittered. They moved closer to me.

 

“I don’t suppose you’ve ever been alone with ‘alien’ girls before?” Tegan questioned, “Are you nervous?”

 

I was, but I didn’t want to admit it. Although the girls could probably tell because my hands were shaking, and I was flushed. I thought to myself ‘Don’t panic!’.

 

“Should I be?” I managed to reply, timidly.

 

“You’ll be safe with us.” Leela said, unconvincingly as she had a strange smile on her face; in truth, they both did.

 

I was worried that this was some strange usage of the word ‘safe’ that I wasn’t previously aware of.

 

“We can be a bit naughty sometimes.” Tegan laughed, “Especially with shy human boys; we like those the best.”

 

“Would you like to play a little game with us?” Leela asked.

 

‘Oh, here we go,’ I thought. “What sort of game?” I responded apprehensively.

 

“If you can guess which one of us is which, we’ll take off our boots, gloves and tights, right here in front of you, and you can see us in just our mini dresses.” Tegan proposed.

 

“I can assure you that they don’t hide much.” Leela added, provocatively.

 

“And if I get it wrong?” I asked uneasily.

 

“Then you strip off.” Tegan said enthusiastically, “Right here in front of us. And we get to see you in just your pants.” she added eagerly.

 

“We assume you’ve got pants on under your pyjamas?” Leela questioned.

 

“Of course, I have, who would go to school in a dressing gown and pyjamas with no underpants?” I confirmed, shyly.

 

“Well, do you want to play, then?” Tegan pressed encouragingly.

       

 I hesitated. Earlier Tegan had called her sister by her name and I still recalled which one was which from then, so I was sure I’d get it right. I felt slightly guilty knowing that I already knew the answer. Should I tell them that they’d let it slip earlier?

 

“That sounds perfectly reasonable …” I said in a reassuring tone of voice, wondering who I was trying to reassure. “But how do I know that you’ll admit it if I get it right?” I asked, quite reasonably I thought.

 

Tegan’s pleasant face suddenly turned to a stern angry frown.

 

Tegan scolded me, “Don’t you trust us? We are not liars, you know!”

 

“Y-yes, but?” I stammered.

 

“We give you our word as sexy aliens from planet Erotica.” They said in unison and crossed their hearts.

 

I couldn’t believe it. If I agreed to their (not so) guessing game, I was only moments away from seeing the girls in just their short dresses. I’d be seeing so much more of them than I’d ever seen before. More even than I’d ever dreamed of – well, that’s not quite true, I’d often imagined them in less! I was sure that their dresses were so tiny that I would be able to see their panties as well. Assuming they were wearing panties. What if they weren’t? Oh my God! I’d never seen a girl’s ‘bits’ before.

 

“Okay. I’ll do it.” I said, trying to sound tentative even though I was supremely confident.

 

“Yes!” both girls exclaimed.

 

The girls stood next to each other in front of me as I sat on the sofa. To all intents and purposes, they were identical. The one that Tegan had called Leela was on the left, which meant that Tegan herself was on the right.

 

“Go on then, choose!” the girls virtually screamed excitedly.

There was a slight pause as I looked at them both and they stared back at me with wide eager smiles. I pointed to the one I knew was Tegan.

 

“Tegan.” I said, confidently, then pointing to Leela, I said, “Leela.”

           

“Wrong!” the twins screamed simultaneously and elatedly clapping their hands with excited little taps.

 

“I’m sorry.” Tegan, (or Leela) said, “You got it wrong. Oh, so very wrong!”

 

“But?” I questioned, baffled, “You called her Leela just now.” I continued, perplexed.

 

“We told you, girls from Erotica were impish.” the girl I now knew was Leela laughed, “I said that on purpose to mislead you and you fell for it like a simple earth child!”

 

“And it worked!” the girl I now knew as Tegan grinned, “We just had to hope you picked up on it and remembered.”

 

“We’re so glad you did!” Leela beamed.

 

“I’m afraid you’ve got to strip, Titch!” Tegan smiled.

 

“I’m so looking forward to this.” Leela smirked, “It’s not every day we get to see a human boy undress for us.”

 

I replied in a disappointed tone, “It’s at times like this I wish I’d listened to what my mother told me when I was younger.”

 

“Why, what did she tell you?” Tegan asked.

 

“I don’t know. As I have just told you, I didn’t listen.” I said.

I found that often when I was particularly nervous, I resorted to Douglas Adams’ style of humour. I couldn’t believe how I’d been well-and-truly had. I admired the way the girls had tricked me, but that didn’t offer any consolation for the embarrassment I now faced. No one had ever seen me in just my pants before, apart from my parents. To say I was shy was an understatement: I even got undressed in a single cubicle at school before football and PE. I was so conscious that I wasn’t as well developed as the other boys in my year, that I made a point of showering separately. The thought of the twins seeing me in my underwear filled me with dread. I was sure that they would mock me.

 

“Now." said Leela with a bright smile, "To business."

 

I raised my teacup in a mock toast.

 

"To business!" I said.

 

"I beg your pardon?" said Leela, “What are you doing?”

 

"Sorry, I thought you were proposing a toast." I said.

 

“Very funny.” Tegan sarcastically laughed.

 

“Idiot!” Leela said, “I meant it’s time we got to business.”

 

“W-what do you want me to do?” I said, playing for time.

 

“It’s simple. We want you to take your clothes off.” Leela said.

 

“Yes strip! Right here in front of us.” Tegan added with a large gloating smile that looked so very sexy; so sexy that I felt intimidated by it “Come on all the way down to your pants.”

 

They couldn’t have been clearer about what they expected.

 

“B-but.” I faltered.

 

“No buts!!” Leela exclaimed. Her smile had suddenly left her face and she said very seriously, “Either you strip, or we’ll take your clothes off for you ourselves, and I promise, we won’t stop at your pants, they’ll come off too!” she added threateningly.

 

Tegan looked askance at her sister, somewhat taken aback that she’d just warned me they’d take my pants off too. I don’t think she was expecting that. Both of them stared at me with angry glaring eyes in silence.

 

“So this is it," I said, "I really have got to strip?”

 

"Yes," said Leela, "Except... no! Wait a minute!"

 

The twins looked at each other knowingly, as if they’d realised they’d taken the prank as far as they thought they could get away with. I sighed with relief and relaxed.

 

"No, I was only fooling," said Leela, “You have got to strip after all, that’s the rules of the game.”

 

My relief was quickly replaced with despair as I realised that they weren’t joking with me, and there was no way out. Even though I felt embarrassed with what they might say about me once I undressed for them, I was resigned to the fact I’d got to go through with it. ‘Anything that happens, happens.’ I thought to myself.

 

“Okay.” I said, timidly, feeling quite humiliated by the situation, “I’ll do it.”

 

Openly excitedly with great smiles, the twins pressed in much closer to get a better look. I stood up and set my drink down on a small table. As they had come much closer to me, I could clearly smell their beautiful perfume. For a few seconds, I looked into their faces, ‘Oh my!’ I had never been this close to them so personally before and they were so beautiful, such stunningly gorgeous girls. Their alien make-up was softly done but immaculate, I could see the clarity of their eyes as they both looked at me, my heart shivered and fluttered.

 

I took a deep breath, then I kicked off my slippers, and the girls gave a brighter smile, their whole faces started to light up as they realised I was actually going to do it. My humiliation grew. Then I undid the belt and removed my tartan dressing gown. I placed it behind me on the sofa. I hesitated as if waiting for further instructions.

 

“Carry on then.” Leela instructed keenly, “Keep going. We haven’t got all night. You know. If you keep up this slow timing, you will be punished!” she added, there was threat in her voice again.

 

“Yes, speed up or you will be punished!” Tagen confirmed, starting to get caught up in her sister’s enthusiasm.

 

Reluctantly I undid the buttons of my pyjama top and as I slid my top off, the girls giggled, and I found that embarrassing. This too I put on the expensive-looking sofa behind me. I stood in front of the twins, my bare chest exposed. I was skinny – some would say puny – I hadn’t grown any chest hair yet or ever, come to that. The inevitable followed.

 

“Not bad! Now come on, your pyjama bottoms.” Leela directed, “We’re getting to the exciting bit now! This is fun, isn’t it Tegan?”

 

Tegan didn’t reply, she simply looked at me with a focused slight smile, she stared at me as if she was analysing my emotions, how I may be feeling and as if she was enjoying my humiliation more than anything else. I noted that Tegan wasn’t getting involved in the instructions, and didn’t seem quite so eager or quite as openly excited as her sister was, it was as if she had other ulterior thoughts in her head. Nevertheless, she was intently watching as every item was removed.

 

I wondered if things could get any worse. Yes, they could: I could feel a slight tingling ‘down there’ and I could feel an erection forming, I could feel it building up. I must admit that it was only recently that I’d started having them. It was as if my penis had suddenly taken on a life of its own. And of all times it had chosen now to embarrass me! Thinking about the twins was one of the easiest ways to cause me to go hard. Now, with the girls so close, smelling so sweet and delicious, so sexily dressed, there was no way of suppressing it, not even in my nervous condition.

 

“What’s up?” Leela said, annoyed once more at my hesitation, “Gone all shy on us, have you?” she continued in a mocking tone as if she was trying to put me down and degrade me for being so shy.

 

I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me. I looked imploringly at Tegan, perhaps she would persuade her sister that I’d been humiliated and embarrassed enough.

 

“Come on.” Tegan said, “You know what Leela’s threatened to do if you don’t do it yourself. And I promise you, she won’t hesitate to do it – you’ll end up completely naked and you will have a further punishment too, we will see to that, you naughty boy, you must follow the rules, or else!”

 

Tegan was beginning to scare me as much as her sister. I took a deep breath and moved my hands to the top of my PJ bottoms. My fingers were trembling as I undid the top button. I got the button undone and started to lower my PJ bottoms.

 

“Not long now.” Leela said, excitedly, with her eyes glaring wildly at me, “I can see that he’s got blue pants on!”

 

I slowly lowered my pyjama bottoms, feeling very nervous; I looked over to the twins, both of them now staring with such bright excited faces at what they were making me do. As I was so nervous, I was lowering my bottoms very slowly as I felt so very self-conscious.

 

Leela told Tegan excitedly, “Look, he is trying to tease us by pulling them down slowly! Does he get an extra punishment for that?”

 

“Oh yes, he does!” Tegan responded, wide-eyed.

I had no idea what they meant by 'extra punishment' - as if this wasn't bad enough! I pressed on undressing, as my bottoms slipped past my pants, their eyes widened further with excitement at what they saw - the bulge in my tight underpants.

 

Once my pj’s got to my knees I let my bottoms fall right down to my ankles and I stepped out of them. I tossed the PJ bottoms onto the sofa with my other clothes. I stood in front of the twins in nothing but a pair of tight, pale blue briefs. They were being pulled even tighter by my ever-developing erection.

 

“Nice pants!” Leela said, then commenting on my bulge with a little giggle, “Oh my! Have you got a stiffy? Does posing for us turn you on, you naughty boy?”

 

Now believe it or not, I wasn’t sure if she sounded excited or disgusted. In fact, I was so sexually naive that I wasn’t sure what she fully meant.

 

“S-sorry?” I asked, bewildered.

 

Tegan spoke slowly, as if I was a little dim and stupid, “Leela means, ‘Have you got an erection?’ Is undressing in front of girls giving you a hard-on?”

 

“Yes, I know what she meant by stiffy.” I said hesitantly, trying to defend myself.

 

I could hardly deny the second part of having a hard-on as the evidence was there for all to see.

 

“You Naughty boy!” Leela exclaimed, then excitedly added, “Can we see it?”

 

“Leela!” Tegan cried with a heavy giggle.

 

“We want to see your stiffy.” Leela said playfully, “Please let us see it. Please!” she pleaded.

 

“Leela, I think he’s shown us enough already.” Tegan reasoned.

 

“But you’d like to see it wouldn’t you, Tegan, I know you would?” Leela countered.

 

“Yes. But…” Tegan hesitantly admitted.

 

“We will do a deal with you, if you let us see it, we’ll do what we said we’d do at the outset.” Leela proposed, “We’ll take off our boots, gloves and tights, and you can see us in just our mini dresses. I promise, they don’t hide much.” she added, teasingly, is that a deal?

 

“Leela?” Tegan questioned, “Are you sure we need to do that? Why don’t we simply get him and pull his pants down ourselves?”

 

“What? You think we should just pull his pants down anyway?” Leela suggested, “I suppose we could, after all, we are naughty aliens and that could be more fun. That way we are guaranteed to see him naked. And also, he is supposed to be our hostage.”

 

Now, given the choice of voluntarily pulling down my pants in exchange for seeing the girls in just their short dresses, or having my pants forcibly pulled down, and not seeing anything, I knew what option I would prefer. I thought I’d very quickly suggest a counteroffer before they decided to go back on their word and not give me any choice.

 

“Okay, that’s a deal. I’ll let you see it. On condition that you go first and take off what you said.” I said timidly, “And your dresses as well.” I added tentatively, almost as an afterthought.

 

I couldn’t believe it: I’d just offered to take my pants off in front of the girls and show them my stiffy. Just moments before the mere thought hadn’t even begun to speculate about the merest possibility of crossing my mind.

 

Leela and Tegan backed away from me and huddled together and whispered to each other, then they both looked over to me for a couple of seconds, then got back into their huddle and started whispering again. I guess they were considering my proposition or if they should simply grab me and pull my pants down forcibly. I waited anxiously for their decision, after a few more seconds, they separated and came back close to me.

 

“Just so we’re clear.” Tegan said, “If we take all our clothes off except our undies, you’ll pull down your pants and we’ll see you completely naked?”

 

“And we’ll definitely see your cock?” Leela added.

 

Hearing the girls repeat my proposal back to me, made me realise how ridiculous it sounded.

 

“That’s right.” I said, with infinite majesty and calm.

 

The girls went away and huddled back together again and murmured to each other once more. Bizarrely, I stood just a few feet from them dressed in just my pants, and with a hard-on that’s getting harder. The girls in their whispering huddle, suddenly looked to me and asked:

 

“Can you take your pants right off, not just pull them down?”

 

“Okay. I’ll take them right off.” I agreed, ultimately it made little difference, they’d still be seeing it.

 

The girls got back in their whispering huddle for a few more seconds, then turned to me.

 

“Alright. We’ll do it” Leela tittered, “After all, we are naughty aliens, very naughty aliens sometimes. And we so want to see your cock with how it looks with a hard on.” she chuckled.

 

“I can’t believe we’ve agreed to this,” Tegan said, less assuredly than her sister had been.

Leela replied with a giggle, “Oh come on, this is fun, isn’t it.” Then she turned to me, “Take a seat and make yourself comfortable.”

 

I sat down on the sofa and the girls took up positions just in front of me. They started by each taking off their long gloves as if they were doing a sexy strip tease but with no music. To remove their thigh-length boots they had to sit next to me on the sofa and help each other pull them off, and again the beautiful smell of them so close turned me on. They stood up in front of me again. Tegan knelt in front of her sister and put her hands slowly up inside Leela’s dress and ‘Oh wow!’ My cock gave a burst of extra excited throbs at the sight of what I was seeing!

 

“I bet you wish you were doing this?” Tegan smiled at me.

 

I thought to myself ‘Oh! Not many!’ My breath was becoming laboured and my cock tingled even more in excitement. I couldn't find the words to answer, so I just gawped.

 

“Careful.” Leela said, “Try not to pull my panties down too. I wouldn't want him to see my pussy!”

 

“Oh, don’t worry about me.” I said, “I don’t mind if they come down!”

 

I was so shocked with myself as I heard those words, I thought, ‘Did I actually say that, or did I simply think it? Tegan quickly looked over to me and gave me a big smile as she helped Leela ease her green tights down those first few inches so very sexily and slowly. I couldn’t help but stare like a loony as her tights slowly slid over her cute bottom and down past her little sexy knickers and down over her incredibly sexy thighs. The metallic shimmer of the tights contrasted massively with the bronzed tone of her sexy legs and ‘Oh those bare thighs.’ I could have shot my load at the mere sight of them.

 

As Tegan pulled Leela’s tights down her beautiful legs and down and off those sexy toes, even that gave me a kinky kick. I felt my hard willy throb and ache with the excitement of what I was seeing. The girls swapped places, Leela knelt in front of Tegan and put her hands up inside Tegan’s dress; I was looking forward to seeing this strip show all over again.

 

“Your turn to be careful.” Tegan said, then, “Stop! Stop” she shouted.

 

“What’s wrong?” Leela asked with a frown, “You’re not shy are you?”

 

“No! You’re pulling my knickers down!” she yelled, “He’ll see my little pussy!”

 

Leela giggled as she replied, “You don’t mind him seeing it, do you?”

 

"You didn't want him to see your pussy!" Tegan exclaimed, “I'm sure you're pulling them down on purpose!” Tegan admonished her sister,

 

"As if I would.” Leela countered. Then she burst out laughing.

 

‘Oh great!’ I thought, I shifted in my seat and craned my neck to see what was going on (or rather, coming off!). Unfortunately, at that point, Leela moved her position and was now slightly obscuring her sister but I saw the bottom of her sexy knickers slide down a little and become loose and saggy. Tegan struggled as she quickly pulled her knickers back up firmly and she held them in position.

 

“That was close!” Tegan exclaimed, then she shot me a look, “You didn’t see anything did you?”

 

“Unfortunately not.” I confirmed, disappointedly.

 

Relieved, Tegan said to Leela, “Okay, you can carry on now. Don’t do that again!”

 

Her sister slowly started pulling her tights down over her bum again, then her thighs and down her long sexy legs. I thought that I could be having a heart attack as my heart was beating like crazy and I panted as my breathing became shallow. I was so disappointed that I didn’t actually see Tegan’s fanny – I so wished I had, I had never seen a girl's ‘bits’ before.

 

My mind ran a replay as I wanted to remember Leela pulling Tegan’s tights down slowly. God, that looked so sexy seeing her tights slipping down her very beautiful legs and toes. I’d been so close to seeing even more! The sight had sent my willy raging hard as you would expect.

 

Both pairs of tights joined the mounting pile of clothes on the sofa by the side of me and the waft of their tights carrying the girls’ beautiful scent drifted across to me and again, such a simple thing gave me a hard, horny kick.

 

The girls were now standing in front of me in their mini-dresses. Leela had promised me that they didn’t hide much, and boy, was she was so right! As the girls stood up, and before they adjusted their ridden-up dress, I could see the top of their beautiful thighs and the outline of their slit under their thin knickers, I gave a massive gasp inside my head. Both girls were wearing tiny, sexy panties: Leela was wearing pale blue panties underneath, and Tegan was wearing pink. I could see so much already, and they hadn't taken their dressers off yet! The sight caused my member to stiffen up even more, if that was possible.

 

Without any prompting from me, Leela turned her back to her sister, and Tegan slid the zip down on her silver dress. Leela gave a little shimmy and her tight dress fell slowly to the floor. I gasped as her little white bra held the girl’s beautiful tits; they were much more fully developed than I thought they would be. As the dress slowly slipped down, her great sexy and beautifully toned body came fully into view. Again, I couldn’t help but stare and gulp. Leela bent over and tossed the dress onto the sofa with the other clothes. She didn’t seem embarrassed at all to be dressed in just her little sexy undies. She simply stood with her arms to her side so that I had a great view, my heart was pounding and I could feel myself panting in excitement, she looked so heavenly gorgeous, even better than I had imagined all those times!

 

It was now Tegan’s turn to have her dress removed. She went through exactly the same procedure as her sister had done. A second girl and twice the excitement and fun. She too was wearing a white bra, and her body was equally wonderful. Tegan seemed a bit more reserved and stood with her hands in front of her panties and protecting her modesty, which strangely seemed quite sexy to me and drew my eyes to that private area of hers.

 

Both girls were now standing directly in front of me in just their little undies, it was as if I was in a dream, a fantastic wet fantasy. I stared at each of the twins’ bodies; they looked identical; and their breasts were perfect. Their complexion and tone were flawless. The panties that they were wearing were tiny and barely covered their ‘girl bits’ and if I stared, I could see the impression of a slit. I’d never seen any girl with so few clothes on before. My heart was racing, and my penis was throbbing so hard that it hurt. I couldn’t believe that the two girls I fancied most in the world were standing virtually naked in front of me, and they were doing it on purpose, willingly.

 

“Well?” Leela asked quite confidently, “What do you think?”

 

“You’re both absolutely stunning!” I managed to say, “Amazing! Fantastic! Great!” I added, trying to remain composed through my flustered reply.

 

“Thank you.” the twins said in unison.

 

“Would you mind very much if you turned around?” I asked coyly.

 

“He’s getting cheeky!” Tegan laughed.

 

“Isn’t he just, and I like it!” Leela grinned, “He wants to see our cute sexy bottoms. Maybe he would like to spank them, would you?”

 

Shocked by what Leela had said, I almost choked. Obediently, the girls turned their backs to me and didn’t wait for an answer. Their long blond hair reached right down virtually to their bottoms. Their panties were so small that the whole of the girl’s bum cheeks were visible.

 

“Seen enough?” Leela asked over her shoulder with a big smile.

 

I was rendered speechless. Eventually, I managed to regain some composure, not much, but some.

 

“Yes. Thank you.” I responded, “You’re bottoms are gorgeous!” I heard myself saying, as if it was someone else speaking – someone much more confident than I was.

 

“Thank you.” the twins tittered together.

 

They turned back to face me. Tegan seemed more relaxed now and moved her hands to her sides like her sister. I had an unobstructed view of both girls in their little panties. I’d never seen what a girl was like under her knickers, but for a second or two I tried to imagine it. To be fair, their panties didn’t leave much to the imagination. Now that Tegan had put her hands to her side, I could clearly discern her slit through her pink panties.

 

“Time to swap.” Leela said, “I’m looking forward to this!” she added excitedly.

 

“Me too!” Tegan added, just as enthusiastically, "It's not everyday we get to see a real human boy's willy!" she laughed.

 

Those words brought me back to earth with a bump. I’d got so immersed in looking at the twins that I’d forgotten what I’d agreed to do. I slowly got up and the girls took my place on the sofa. I stood where they had been standing and faced them, wearing just my pants. It seemed a lot closer than when we were the other way around. There was anticipation etched on their beautiful faces. I hesitated. I’m sure they could tell how nervous I was.        

“Come on then.” Leela said, “Don’t be shy. Show it to us, we are eager to see what you have under those shorts of yours.”

 

“Judging by the bulge in your pants, you’ve nothing to be embarrassed about. So I hope it's not a let-down and that you have stuffed a sock under there.” Tegan added, jokingly.

 

“Relax," said Leela, pleasantly, like a stewardess in an airliner with only one wing and two engines, one of which is on fire, "You are perfectly safe with us... Maybe.”

 

They both giggled again in a manner that did nothing to reassure me. I shrugged in a so-so sort of way. ‘So, this is it.’ I thought, then slowly moved my shaking hands to the waistband of my pants and started to lower them. I gripped them tightly and slowly lowered them little by little, at first just enough so that just the head of my penis poked out over the top of them. Both girls stared eagerly and edged forward on the sofa in expectation.

 

“Oh wow! I can just see the tip of it!” Leela shrieked, “Come on, don’t stop there, slide your pants down a bit further.” she instructed ecstatically.

 

“I can see it too. Keep going, we want to see the whole of it spring out and point at us.” Tegan encouraged.

 

I did as I was told, I took a deep gasp, closed my eyes, and quickly pulled my pants down to the top of my thighs. The girls squealed in excitement and, like the girls said, it sprang out in front of me, and it bounced up and down a little as if it was on a spring. My penis was sticking out as firm as I’d ever known it; I’d honestly never seen it this big and hard before – I wasn’t even aware it could get this big! It was pointing directly at them. I could see from their eyes and expressions that they were pleasantly surprised – shocked even. To be fair, so was I. I don’t know how many boys’ private parts they’d seen before, but they were certainly taking a keen interest in mine.

 

“OMG!” Leela said, “I wasn’t expecting that! Look how very hard it is, it’s quite cute too, isn’t it Sis?”

 

“Yes very cute, very white and very hard too! He has got very tight balls hasn’t he and you are right, his cock is a good size compared to how small he is.” Tegan observed, “Titch, we’re going to have to rename you.” she continued and laughed.

 

Their compliments boosted my confidence: I dropped my pants to the floor, stepped out of them, picked them up and tossed them onto the sofa with all the other clothes. I was now standing in front of them completely naked with everything in full view. I made no attempt to cover up or hide anything. Amazingly, I wasn’t even that embarrassed, I simply felt a little silly. There I was, totally nude and stood in front of two stunning girls who were only dressed in tiny bra and knickers. My cock was throbbing and aching so much! The girls stared at my hard cock with smiles on their faces. After what seemed an age, Leela broke the silence.

 

“Turn around so we can see your bum.” she said.

 

“We did for you.” Tegan reminded me.

 

I had no problem with that, I did as I was told.

 

“Oh yes! Very nice bum.” Leela said.

 

“Firm and cute. So lovely and spankable.” Tegan added, sniggering.

 

“Isn't it just!" Leela concurred, "Okay. You can turn back around now.”

 

I had my back to them and wasn’t looking. Once I turned back around, the girls sidled even further forward on to the edge of the sofa and looked closer at me and my exposed hard willy again. I felt a little uncomfortable with them being so close, but I also felt so much in awe of them.

 

The girls were now leaning forward, staring, and discussing my cock as if I wasn’t there. They leaned a little further forward and lithely rolled off the sofa onto their knees right in front of me. The girls' stunning faces were on either side of my hard sticky-out cock; they were so close that I could feel their hot breath on it. They looked at it as if they really were space aliens inspecting and analysing something unfamiliar to them. I simply stood there with a very hard, aching cock, feeling like a museum exhibit.

 

“Look at it, how hard it is. It’s as if it is really straining and about to explode.” Leela grinned, “I mean explode in a big ‘pop, bang’ sort of manner.” she added.

 

Both girls smiled at the comment. I simply stood there looking down at them, admiring their gorgeous blond hair and their beautiful breasts. From this angle I could see down the front of their skimpy bras: I convinced myself I could discern their nipples. Although I was admiring all of them, they only seemed interested in a very specific part of me: my cock. I was incidental. They never said a word to me in their discussions, it was only my hard cock that they looked at. Suddenly and without asking me, Leela tells her sister:

 

“I am going to touch it; I want to know what it feels like.”

 

As she said that, she raised her beautifully, manicured hand and touched it by gripping it with her thumb and forefinger and squeezed it a little two or three times. I gasped at her touch. No one had ever touched my cock before, and as I softly gasped out, they both looked up to me then across to themselves for a second and broadly smiled at my reaction.

 

Leela spoke in a pant, “Wow! It feels hard too, warm and hard.”

 

Leela changed the position of her hand, wrapping her beautiful slim fingers around it, gripping it gently and sliding her hand along it slowly back and forth. Again I couldn’t help but gasp at the strong sensations of having my cock gently rubbed by Leela, both visibly and physically, it even made me shiver a little. Leela gave a running commentary as she very slowly ran her hand along my cock.

 

“Oh, it’s a strange feeling, Tegan. It’s hard but the skin feels soft and a little spongy, with the feeling of a hard rubber baton under the soft skin. I can feel little ripples as I rub my hand along it as the skin moves along the shaft. It’s a very nice feeling, feel for yourself.”

 

As Leela removed her hand, Tegan, a little hesitantly, raised her hand and slowly gripped my cock and, with a look of concentration, she too starts to rub her cute, dainty hand along my shaft, back and forth.

 

“Yes, I see what you mean with how it feels, it’s like you explained it. It does feel very nice in the hand as well, doesn’t it?” Tegan smiled.

 

For me, the sensations going all through my body were immense. Never for a moment did the girls think that they were giving me a slow ‘hand-job’ (I think it’s called), but that’s just how it felt for me. I so wanted it to carry on. But much to my disappointment, Tegan took her hand away.

 

“That was nice.” Tegan purred, “But now it’s time for his punishment.”

 

Tegan sprung up to her feet and walked quickly behind me so that I couldn't see what she was doing.

 

I ask in an excitable, but never-the-less concerned, manner, “Punishment, what’s all that about?”

 

Leela tells me in a motherly way, “We have already told you; it was for taking too much time when you stripped, and we had to continually tell you to carry on. We warned you that there would be a punishment if you continued to do that, didn't we?”

 

I took it to be a rhetorical question: I certainly didn’t answer. I was too worried. What had the girls got planned for me now? Tegan came back with a pink, fluffy slipper. I looked at it and relaxed. What harm could come from that?

 

Tegan tells me sternly, “We will slap your cute bottom six times each with this slipper. If you resist, we will hold you down and slap you very hard twelve times each with the slipper.”

 

Leela tells me with a soft smile, “It you agree to take the punishment willingly, there will be a nice surprise for you.”

 

“What will be the nice surprise?” I asked in an excited manner, forgetting about the punishment for a second.

 

“We are not going to tell you.” Leela teased me with a smile, “It wouldn’t be a surprise if we did.”

 

Nice surprise or not, I didn’t want to be held down and take double the beatings, and hard beatings at that! I felt that I had no choice but to agree. In any case, the fluffy slipper didn’t look that dangerous.

 

“Okay, but not hard slaps with the slipper!” I consented.

 

Tegan put me in my place as she told me with a serious tone, “You will get what you get. You have no say in any of this! Got that!”

 

Tegan passed the slipper to Leela who moved behind me. Tegan knelt in front of me, her head only inches from my erect penis. She placed her hands on my hips, holding me firmly, a couple of seconds later Leela called out:

 

“Are you ready?”

 

“Yes, I am ready.” I replied, nervously.

 

“I am not talking to you; I am talking to Tegan.” Leela clarified.

 

“Oh, sorry.” I whimpered, not wanting to upset them further.

 

Tegan replies in an eager tone, “Yes, I am ready, let it fly.’

 

Suddenly I felt a large slap across my bottom that stung. That pink fluffy slipper certainly hurt; it must have a plastic sole. With the shock of being slapped, I yelped out. Tegan smiled. Much to my surprise, Tegan takes her right hand off my hip and she grips my aching stiff cock and slowly starts to stroke me very gently with slow short rubs, ‘Oh wow,’ that felt very nice.

 

About two seconds later, as Tegan rubbed my cock in those slow, short rubs, I felt another whack across my bottom and that stung a little more. Again, I yelped out at the sharp pain.

 

“Hey, that hurts!” I exclaimed.

 

Tegan smiles and tells Leela, “Yes, perfect! Keep that up!” as she continues to stroke me in slow, short strokes.

 

A few seconds later, I felt another whack which made my bum sting a little more, adding to my stinging bottom from the first two slaps, and it made me squeal out a little louder.

 

Tegan tells me harshly, “Oh shut up you little wimp!”

 

Leela then strikes my bottom and with no pause this time, she strikes me again. I couldn’t help but cry out sharply, but as she beats me the second time, Tegan gives my cock a long stroke and pulls my foreskin back. Oh wow! The sensation was amazing. Tegan now wanks me in long faster strokes and pulling my foreskin back each time, then the final spank comes from Leela and with both sensations I felt that I was almost about to explode.

 

Tegan takes her hand from my cock and asks me, “Did you enjoy that?”

 

I didn’t know how to answer, or even if I could answer! My cock was aching and my bum felt hot and was stinging. I was breathless.

 

I reply with a stutter. “W-well, err. Yes and no.”

 

As Tegan stood and moved behind me, she told me, “Well I enjoyed it immensely, and it's only half-time.”

 

Leela took Tegan’s place and knelt in front of me, saying, “I enjoyed that too, I loved hearing you squeal.”

 

My bare bottom was still feeling hot and stinging. I rubbed it to try and soothe it; that made the girls smile. I still had a raging hard-on, even through the pain of my spanking, I also got the feeling that Tegan was not going to show me any mercy in this second half. I noticed that the more I cried out with pain, the more she smiled. The girls were now in place in the reverse positions as they were before.

 

Tegan called out to Leela who knelt in front of me, “Are you ready?”

 

Leela called back in a very sexy soft manner with a wry smile, “Oh yes, I am very ready and eager!”

 

I braced myself waiting for the stinging slap but nothing happened, I was just about to look behind me when SLAP!

 

I called out with a squeal, “Oh stop! That’s too hard!”

 

The girls giggled loudly. My bum stung quite a lot with that and I was going to rub my bum but Tegan stopped me.

 

“Do not touch or we will start the counting all over again!” she called out harshly.

 

I hesitated and pulled my hand back away while my bum burned and stung painfully. Leela, with a nice smile and a soft giggle, raised her hand to my hard raging cock, gripped it quite firmly and starting to slowly stroke it with nice deliberate long strokes.

 

“You like this though, don’t you? she whispered, “Oh wow! You are hard, aren't you, even harder than before.”

 

I gasped heavily from pleasure with having my cock rubbed by two very sexy twins and squealed out sharply from the hard stinging spanking. It was a nightmare and a fantastic dream both at the same time. As Leela stared up into my face with such a sweet smile as she stroked me slowly, Tegan struck me a second time and then a third, and as I squealed out at the sharp pain, Leela giggled as she looked at my face wincing. Now almost as if the girls were turned on, Leela starts to stroke me with faster, longer strokes and started to pull my foreskin back, exposing my head. She looks closely at it.

 

“Oh this feels so nice!” she gasps. 

 

I gasp out heavily; I am in heaven at the hand-job and now the sensation of my spanking seems to be enhancing what Leela is doing to me. Leela calls out to Tegan,

 

“Make these last few count!”

 

Tegan calls back, “Oh, of course!”

 

My prick starts to drool quite heavily, and as Leela caresses me harder with longer strokes, the pre-cum starts to cover her hand, which makes my cock more slippery. I thrust my hips out as I gasp heavily. Then the slipper strikes my stinging bum very hard for the fourth time, and I squeal out, the fifth stroke follows almost straight after. Counting in my head I know there’s just one more to go. Leela wanks me with long, brisk strokes as the sixth spank strikes home. ‘That’s it’ I thought, and relaxed slightly.  And then the seventh strikes! I wasn’t expecting that and I squealed out louder than ever, and I turned away from the painful spanking with tears almost welling up in my eyes and as I pulled away, Leela’s hand slips off my cock.

 

“What’s up?” asked Leela seemingly in surprise at my reaction.

 

“What's up! What's up! That bloody well hurts, and you promised only to spank me six times each, that was seven!” I gasped in pain.

 

I looked around at Tegan and she was giggling at me.

 

“Maths never was my strong subject.” she laughed.

 

“We could continue with the spanking for as long as you like, and while you are being spanked, I will continue to jerk you off. Would you like to continue? It seems a fair trade to me.” Leela offered.

 

I wasn’t sure about it being a fair trade, I rubbed my burning, stinging bottom and the girls seemed to take pleasure in that.

 

I told Leela, “As much as I loved having my cock stroked by you beautiful girls, that felt very nice indeed. I couldn’t stand more of the spanking, it became too hard for me to take, the first three from Tegan felt good, I found that I was almost enjoying it. If it had stayed like that, I could have done longer.”

 

Tegan spoke and I turned to her, “Maybe if you come back here next week, we could control the spanking a little better. We loved your reactions, your gasps and squeals of pain and pleasure. It would be fun to do that again, wouldn’t it?”

 

I was shocked by what she was suggesting. I had no answer, but I thought about it with great excitement and trepidation both at the same time at the prospect. I would do anything to have these girls stroke my cock one more time, even that, as painful as it were.

 

I turned back to face Leela to see if she had anything to say about what Tegan had suggested, she had gone and sat on the sofa. I saw that Leela had her legs open and had slid her hand down her panties and was gently rubbing herself in what seemed like little circles, while her other hand had slid inside her sexy little bra, she was rubbing and tweaking her nipple, and then she did the same to the other nipple in turn.

 

She told me, “When I feel really, really horny, my nipples tingle like crazy. See how firm they get?”

 

As she spoke she eased the cups of her bra down so that I could see her nipples. I gasped, I’d never seen a girl’s breasts before, well, not in real life anyway. I was surprised how firm they looked, and how erect her nipples were. They were magnificent.

 

“I have to rub and tweak them to ease the buzzing sensations in them, it also increases my pleasure.” Leela continued, “Would you like to feel them?”

 

I was too shocked to answer. But I tentatively reached forward and cupped one of her boobs in my hand. I squeezed it; it felt as firm as it looked. I gently stroked her erect nipple.

 

“Ummmm… that feels nice.” she sighed, “ Why don’t you rub your cock, and we can watch each other?”

 

I was in such a tizzy. My breath was shallow and all I could do was stare at her as if I was in a hypnotic trance, unable to move. She looked at me with a smile as she continued to rub herself down there. She had obviously wanted me to watch her as she masturbated. She must have seen the amazing shock and gasp on my little face because she giggled like crazy for a few seconds. As I watched, our eyes looked straight at each other before both of us stared at each other’s private parts which started my cock throbbing and pulsing up and down. I couldn’t help myself, I reached down, took hold of my cock, and started playing with myself.

 

Leela started breathing heavily and her tight beautiful, rippled stomach started to tremble. As we stared at each other she started to gasp in short, sharp breaths, and squeal, her face started to slightly contort in pleasure. It was a look which I recognised from the very few times that I had masturbated previously. I hadn’t been doing it long and, of course, never in the presence of others. I didn’t realise that girls did it too. Tegan looked at her sister and I think she was as shocked as me to see what she was doing. (Well, obviously not quite as shocked as me, no one could have been as shocked as I was in those few minutes).

 

“Leela!” Tegan admonished her sister, “What are you doing?”

 

It was a rhetorical question because, if I knew what Leela was doing, Tegan obviously did too. By now Leela had decided to take her little knickers off, and that made me gulp heavily and pant. She worked her tiny blue panties down her legs and slipped them right off. Then she slowly opened her stunning, sexy legs wide so that her whole ‘girl-hole’ was slowly exposed to me. I gasped out when I first saw it, I found it hard to breathe. Her pussy was much redder than I was expecting; purple even. It was strange because, as she opened her legs, her pussy opened up like a flower. I watched in amazement as I saw the lips of her pussy start to open and part, revealing the inner-most intimate area of her pussy. It looked wet and was glistening.

 

She gently stroked the whole area around her little pussy by sliding her fingers up and down on each of the sides by her inner thighs. She would rub in particular the upper part of her gorgeous pussy in little tight circles, and that seemed to make her shudder and gasp a little more, and she would gyrate and buck her hips gently as she shivered in pleasure. I was amazed at how soft and fleshy the area seemed to be as she massaged her most intimate area. The sight had given me a burning, throbbing sensation in my balls. Tegan saw my trance of where I was looking.

 

“Sis, we can both see your whole fanny.” Tegan cautioned, totally stating the obvious.

 

“I knew it was out. It feels so naughty and kinky that he can see it while I play with myself.” Leela giggled, not seemingly at all embarrassed as she continued to rub it, “Are you going to get yours out too and show him?”

 

“No!” Tegan confirmed emphatically.

 

“I just wish we had more time.” Leela said despairingly, “We could go up to our bedroom and be even naughtier aliens.” she laughed, then to me she added, “You’d like that wouldn’t you?”

 

Was Leela implying she wanted me to go to bed with her? Oh God! I would love to do that! It certainly sounded that way to me. If we went upstairs to their bedroom, I’d have to admit that I was still a virgin. They’d expect that though, wouldn’t they? If I was to lose my virginity, I couldn’t think of a better way to do it, or with anyone sexier and more beautiful. But I was concerned that, being so inexperienced, I’d be a disappointment to the girls. Maybe she was simply teasing, she did like to do that from time to time. I needn’t have worried, well, not on that score anyway. When Leela had mentioned the need for more time, Tegan had instinctively looked up at the clock on the wall.

 

“Oh my God! Look at the time!” Tegan exclaimed, “Mum will be home any minute.”

 

Leela looked at the clock, as she continued to rub herself.

 

“Oh shit!” she yelled.

 

It was the first time I’d heard either of the twins swear. She stopped pleasuring herself instantly.

 

“If mum catches us like this, we won’t be naughty aliens, we’ll be dead aliens!” Tegan screeched.

 

Without further prompting, we all started scrambling for our clothes. In the melee that followed, Leela had stood up, and I got a clear view of her pussy and tits at close quarters before she pulled her panties quickly up and put her bra back on properly. Tegan bent over to pick up her tights, at the same time I moved forward to get my PJs. My erect penis pushed into Tegan’s virtually bare bottom. Tegan spun around and slapped it away.

 

“I’m so sorry,” Tegan said guiltily, “I don’t know what I was thinking, honest.”

 

“No probs,” I replied, “Anytime.” I added, bizarrely.

 

Having my bits slapped was the least of my worries. Through the commotion we had heard the sound of a car pulling into the drive.

 

“She’s here!” Tegan cried.

 

“We’re dead!” Leela yelped.

 

I located my pants and, rather than trying to put them on over my stiff penis, I stuffed them in the pocket of my dressing gown. I found my PJs and hurriedly pulled on the bottoms before putting on the jacket. I noticed that both girls had got their tights on and were helping each other into their dresses. At least we wouldn’t be caught literally with our pants down! We heard the front door open and close. I pulled my dressing gown on and tied up the belt. Finally, I slid my feet into my slippers and sat down, breathless. Leastways, I was dressed. The girls had done each other’s zips up and not bothering with their boots or gloves, they sat down beside me on the sofa, gasping. Not surprisingly we were all flustered.

 

“Okay?” Tegan whispered.

 

“You may want to put that away.” Leela murmured to me.

 

I looked down to where Leela was indicating. My erect penis was poking through the open fly of my pyjama bottoms and the gap in my dressing gown. Before I had chance to react, Leela had grabbed it and pushed it back in. I quickly closed up the gap in my dressing gown.

 

“I can’t believe you just did that!” Tegan exclaimed, wide-eyed.

 

“Better that than mum seeing it.” Leela reasoned.

 

“I guess so.” Tegan said, “Okay now?” she asked.

 

Leela and I nodded; the three of us took a deep breath and tried to look composed.

 

“We are in here mum.” Tegan shouted.

 

The twins’ mum entered the room. She was a glamourous women in her late thirties / early forties. It was obvious where the twins got their good looks from. Like them, she had blond hair – though not quite so long as the twins - grey-blue eyes, and a smooth complexion. She had what I believe is termed ‘an hour-glass figure’. Obviously, her breasts were fully developed compared to those of her daughters. She was smartly dressed in a crisp white blouse, undone at the neck to reveal a hint of her cleavage, a tight black skirt that finished just above her knees, with sheer black tights. I assumed she’d been to work. Tegan introduced me, using my nickname.

 

“You know Titch?” Tegan said, by way of introduction.

 

“Hello Titch.” Mrs B said, “I trust my daughters have been looking after you?”

 

“Hello Mrs B.” I said timidly, all my shyness had returned, “Yes. Thank you.”

 

“They’re mostly harmless.” Mrs B chuckled.

 

“We’ve been helping Titch with his homework.” Tegan lied.

 

“Oh. What subject?” Mrs B asked, seemingly genuinely interested.

 

“Human Biology,” I said without thinking, and regretting it straight away.

 

Mrs B raised an eyebrow and looked at the three of us suspiciously. The twins looked at me in disbelief. Of all the subjects I could have picked, and I picked that one! I may as well have said I was studying female reproductive organs! I looked despairingly at the twins hoping they would help me out of this hole before I dug any deeper. 

 

“He’s doing the senses.” Tegan said, quick-wittedly, “Parts of the ear to be precise.”

 

“You know, things like the malleus, the incus and the stapes.” Leela chipped in.

 

“Also known as the hammer, anvil and the stirrup.” I said confidently.

 

That seemed to impress Mrs B and persuade her that what we’d been doing was perfectly innocent. Tegan gave me a sly look that said, ‘Well done!’ At this point, I think the three of us wanted to bring the discussion to a close before we got any more potentially awkward questions.

 

“Titch has got to catch the bus home soon.” Tegan said.

 

“Are you not stopping for dinner?” Mrs B asked.

 

“No thank you.” I replied, “Mum is expecting me home and I am late already.”

 

“Let me drive you then.” Mrs B said.

 

“There’s no need.” I responded, “I wouldn’t want to put you out, the bus is due soon.”

 

“It’s no bother.” Mrs B said, “I insist. Gather up your things.”

 

I really didn’t fancy what could be an embarrassing conversation with Mrs B on the way home. I was rubbish with what I believe is termed ‘small talk’. One of the things I have always found hard to understand about adults is their habit of continually stating and repeating the very, very obvious; as in ‘It's a nice day’, or ‘You are very tall’ or ‘Oh dear, you seem to have fallen down a thirty foot well, are you all right?’. But it would be considered rude not to accept Mrs B’s kind offer. And our house was only ten minutes down the road. What could happen in that time? I mean, you may think it's a long way down the road, but that's just peanuts to space.

 

I picked up my school bag and my towel. I said ‘Goodbye’ to the twins and followed Mrs B out to her car. She had a silver two-seater Mercedes sports car. She opened the passenger door for me and I climbed in. I sat down gingerly as my bottom was still sore; I hoped Mrs B didn’t notice me wince. Mrs B went around to the driver’s side, climbed in, and took her place behind the steering wheel. As she sat down her black skirt rode up to expose an expanse of bare thigh. I tried desperately not to look, but I couldn’t help having a sneaky glance. I’m not sure if Mrs B noticed or not. She fired up the engine and we moved out onto the road. Just as I feared she might, Mrs B started talking to me.

 

“Don’t look so worried.” Mrs B said, “I’m not going to eat you.”

 

Those were the exact same words that the twins had used barely an hour previous. Like mother, like daughters, I thought. And look where that got me.

 

“How was Sci-fi Day at school today, the girls were looking forward to it, they both love to dress up?” Mrs B asked, making conversation.

 

“It was fun.” I said, shyly, “The girls won the fancy dress competition.”

 

“They didn’t tell me.” Mrs B said, “What did you think of their costumes?”

 

“They looked great,” I said.

 

“I thought their dresses were a bit short.” Mrs B said, “Did you?”

 

“I didn’t really notice.” I lied, realising Mrs B would gather I was lying, I moved the conversation on, “I voted for them.” I added.

 

“That was good of you.” Mrs B said, “I hope they rewarded you?”

 

“They did, they helped me with my homework,” I said.

 

“I trust the girls showed you everything you wanted to see?” Mrs B said cryptically.

 

I hesitated as I almost choked at what she had just said. I couldn’t help but wonder if Mrs B was trying to catch me out, and that she somehow knew something of what we had been up to.

 

“How do you mean?” I asked falteringly.

 

“With your homework, silly?” she pressed, “What did you think I meant?”

 

“My homework?” I said stutteringly. “Oh. Yes. They showed me everything.”

 

“Everything?” Mrs B persisted.

 

Again, I honestly thought she knew something and that any minute she was going to reveal what she knew, and my heart started beating in fear.

 

I replied as calmly as I could, “Everything for my homework.” I clarified.

 

“That’s good.” she said, “And you? Let me guess. You’re dressed up as Arthur Dent from Hitchhiker’s Guide” she stated.

 

“That’s correct.” I replied, “You know it?” I continued, feeling safer on familiar ground.

 

“Hitchhikers is one of my husband’s favourites.” she said.

 

“It’s one of mine too,” I said happily.

 

“I know about Hitchhikers always having a towel.” she said, “But I wasn’t familiar that they had to carry a spare pair of pants too?”

 

I looked down. To my horror, my blue pants were sticking out of my dressing gown pocket. I quickly pushed them back in. How was I going to explain that? If she worked out I wasn’t wearing any, it wouldn’t take much deduction to realise I would have taken them off in the company of the twins, and that they may have even seen me naked. Perhaps she’d even assume I’d seen the twins naked as well. Is that what she’d really meant when she’d said, ‘I trust the girls showed you everything you wanted to see?’ I didn’t want to get the twins into trouble and I certainly didn’t want Mrs B telling my parents what she thought may have happened in a fit of anger. I wanted the car door to mysteriously open and for me to fall out. I’m sure it would be less painful than the humiliation I was currently experiencing. In fact, humiliation seemed to have been a theme through the whole of that afternoon with the girls. I could feel I was blushing profusely. I couldn’t think of a response, so I said nothing.

 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, if I have embarrassed you.” Mrs B said compassionately, “Honestly, there’s no need to be bashful. I’ve seen a boy’s pants before.” she chuckled to herself as if that really tickled her as she then tried to make light of the situation.

 

She reached over to me, took hold of my hand, and squeezed it reassuringly. What she did next took me completely by surprise. She placed my hand on her leg, just below where the hem of her skirt finished, and held it there. I could feel the silky material of her tights and it felt nice.

 

“There, that’s more comfortable isn’t it?” she smiled supportively, “See, you don’t have to be shy.”

 

She put her hand back on the steering wheel, leaving mine resting on her thigh. I didn’t know if I was supposed to leave it there or take it away, so I left it. I couldn’t resist not stroking her tights very lightly, they felt so soft.

 

“Does that feel nice?” she asked, tenderly, “You’ve got pleasantly soft hands and a gentle touch.” she added.

 

“Ummm.” I murmured, not able to find the words.

 

“You can move your hand up a bit more if you’d like, I really don’t mind.” she said, looking at me briefly with a disarming smile, before looking back to the road in front of her.

 

I very tentatively and slowly slid my hand up her inner thigh and just inside her skirt. In so doing, I pushed the hem of her skirt up, exposing slightly more of her thigh, almost up to her knickers. As before, I tried hard not to look, but found myself drawn to having another sly peek. I caressed her leg cautiously.

 

“My, you are nervous aren’t you?” she chuckled, “Go on, you can be a bit braver than that. And I honestly don’t mind you looking – I know you’ve been trying to, haven’t you?” She winked at me.

 

Emboldened, I slipped my hand further up inside her skirt. I explored her thigh with my fingers. What I felt next made me stop with a jolt – I’d touched bare flesh. Mrs B laughed.

 

“Did you think I was wearing tights the same as the girls?” she grinned.

 

I nodded almost imperceptibly. I didn’t speak. I think she knew I was confused.

 

“Let me explain. I know it can be confusing.” she said, seemingly relishing my naive awkwardness, “The twins were wearing green tights that come up to their waist, and go over their knickers. Whereas I’m wearing black holdups, which are a type of stocking that finishes near the top of my legs leaving a gap to my knickers. Is that clear?” she asked, still grinning.

 

“I think so.” I said, less than convincingly. The mere notion of Mrs B talking about 'knickers' had caught me off-guard.

 

“What you’re feeling now is the bare skin at the top of my thigh, between my stocking and my panties.” she chuckled, “Can you feel the top of my stocking? It’s lacy.”

 

I felt around, more like fumbled around, cautiously inside her skirt and found the top of her stocking. I slid my fingers under the top, stretching the elastic, or whatever it was, that held them up.

 

“That’s it. That’s the top of my stocking.” she said, “Now, if you go up a bit further you’ll feel my panties.” she added.

 

I did as she instructed and gingerly put my hand up her skirt a bit further. My fingertips came into contact with what felt like lacy material.

 

“Careful now.” she laughed, “That’s my panties. You mustn’t put your fingers in them. That would be naughty!”” she tittered.

 

I carefully made sure I only felt the outside of the material. It was so silky. I was breathless. I couldn’t believe what she was encouraging me to do.

 

“Let’s see if I can give you a better look.” she said, “That’ll make it clearer for you.”

 

She unfastened her seat belt, pushed her seat back, started wriggling in her seat and hitched her skirt up even higher than it was already. I gasped. Not only could I see the lacy tops of her stockings and the bare flesh at the top of her thighs, but also that she was wearing sexy, very small, lacy black panties.

 

“Oops!” she exclaimed, “I didn’t mean to show you quite that much!” she giggled.

 

Although she said that she ‘didn’t mean to show me that much,’ she didn’t seem too bothered about it. She certainly made no attempt to cover up. I stared in disbelief. I’d not seen a girl in her panties before today; now I’d seen three. My breathing got even quicker and shallower.  

 

“Does it all make sense now?” she asked, “You can see my stockings, my upper thigh and even my panties."

 

“I guess so.” I nodded, not taking my eyes off the glorious sight between her sexy legs.

 

“So, the twins would’ve had to take their tights off before they could take their panties off; whereas I can pull my panties down without taking my stockings off.” Mrs B explained, “Hypothetically, of course!” she added with a giggle.

 

If only she knew that I’d watched the twins take off their tights; and actually seen Leela pull her panties down. I’d seen so much today. The view of Mrs B’s panties had stirred my penis again; I could feel my erection was as big as ever and aching all over again. I’d been so engrossed in what Mrs B had been telling me, and particularly what she’d been showing me, I hadn’t realised that I was almost home.

 

“This is your house?” she asked, bringing the car to a stop, and bringing me back to the present.

 

“Yes.” I confirmed, “Thank you Mrs B…..for everything.”

 

“You’re welcome. Are you sure there’s nothing else I can do for you or show you before you get out?” she asked, “You’ve been a good boy and fun to teach. It’s not every day you’ll get this opportunity, so make the most of it.”

 

I must admit I was disappointed to be home. I’d been really nervous about sharing time on the journey with Mrs B, now I didn’t want it to end. I’d seen and learnt so much today, both from Mrs B and her daughters. I was sure I’d have newfound confidence when it came to interacting with girls. The ache in my groin wanted more. But was I confident enough to be really cheeky and ask for extra?

 

“There was one thing.” I said, hesitantly.

 

“What’s that?” Mrs B asked, “Don’t be shy.”

 

“Hypothetically, if I was to ask you to show me how you can pull your panties down without taking your stockings off.” I said coyly, “How are you likely to respond?”

 

“Hypothetically?” Mrs B laughed, “Hypothetically, I’d probably do it - as long as you asked politely.” she grinned.

 

“Really?” I said, rather sceptically, “You would?”

 

“Are you bold enough to ask though?” she said, giving me a wink.

 

I took a deep breath and looked her straight in the eyes.

 

“Would you mind very much if you’d show me how you can pull your panties down without taking your stockings off, please?” I asked, much more confidently than I was feeling inside. My stomach felt as if there were butterflies flitting about in it.

 

“You are bold enough, you cheeky boy! I honestly didn’t expect that.” Mrs B said, sounding surprised, and, perhaps a little nervous, “You do realise what you’d see if I do it?” she continued.

 

If she’s asked me the same question just two hours ago I would have been stumped. But I’d seen Leela’s ‘girl bits’ since then so I had a better idea of what to expect (not that I could tell Mrs B that!). I assumed all females were much the same ‘down there’. I just hoped she didn’t ask me if I’d seen one before. I don’t think it would’ve gone down too well if I admitted I’d seen her daughter Leela’s less than an hour previous!

 

“I think so.” I said, uncertainty in my voice, "Your pussy?" I whispered hesitantly.

 

“Yes, my pussy. It’s a very private part of a woman’s body.” Mrs B said, “If I show it to you, you can’t tell anyone else that you’ve seen it. It would be our secret. Understand?”

 

I nodded expectantly. Mrs B looked all around the car to make sure that there was no one near. Fortunately, we live in a remote area and were unlikely to be disturbed.

 

“Okay. Are you ready?” Mrs B said, for the first time I think I sensed a hint of nervousness in her voice.

 

“Yes please.” I said eagerly, but still doubtful that she was actually going to do it.

 

Mrs B’s hands moved to her waist. Her skirt was still hitched up to reveal her panties so she didn’t have to push it up much further to fully expose them. They were tiny, no more than a small triangle of black lace over her ‘girl bits’, and a thin band of elastic around her waist. She raised herself up out of the car seat slightly, took hold of the waistband and pulled her knickers down a little, then she pulled them over to one side so that I could see it. I gasped as her pussy area was revealed, just as I had when I first saw Leela’s.

 

“I take it you can see it then?” she asked, still sounding slightly uneasy.

 

I nodded, my mouth open in shock and wonderment, my eyes wide. Inspired by my delighted reaction, she slid forward in her seat and opened her legs slightly for me. The whole of her womanly fanny was exposed, I could tell that her pussy was much more mature and bigger than the twins’, well the one that I’d seen. Her skirt cast a shadow on it so that my view wasn’t perfect. She eased her panties over her stockings and down past her knees. To my amazement, she kept pulling them down until they were around her ankles. She worked them over her high-heeled shoes and removed them completely. I watched the whole process totally mesmerised. She held her panties out towards me.

 

“Would you like these as a souvenir of Sci-fi Day?” she asked.

 

“Yes please Mrs B!” I gushed.

 

“Tuck them in your dressing gown pocket with your pants and make sure no one else sees them….ever!” she instructed.

 

I took them from her and tucked them away; they were so light and flimsy. What happened next shocked me even more. She took hold of my hand again and guided it towards her, only this time, instead of placing it on her leg, she held it between her legs against her very warm, wet pussy; it felt so soft and squishy.

 

“I bet that’s the first time you’ve touched one of these?” she laughed, “That’s my virgina; or rather my vulva. You can stroke it if you like. But be gentle though with your sharp nails.”

 

I remembered what Leela had done when she had slid her hand inside her panties and rubbed herself. I used my fingers together and recreated her action. Mrs B gasped and started breathing heavily just as Leela had done.

 

“That’s nice.” she gasped. “Are you sure you’ve not done this before?”

 

She put her hand on mine and encouraged me to rub a bit harder and a bit faster. Mrs B’s breathing got quicker and she had the same contorted look on her face as her daughter had done. I think she’d got herself so worked up that she’d started to wet herself: I could feel my fingers getting damp. She took her hand away, but I carried on. Her vulva, as she had called it, seemed to open up, and I found that my fingers were going backwards and forwards inside her rather than across her. She was getting quite noisy; I was frightened that I was hurting her.

 

As I continued to rub her she undid the top two buttons of her crisp, white blouse to reveal a lacy white bra underneath. She slid her hand inside her bra and started rubbing and tweaking her nipple, just as Leela had done. She saw that I was gawping at her partly exposed chest, but it didn’t stop her fondling herself.

 

“You rubbing me down there has made my nipples tingle like crazy. I have to  pinch them to ease the throbbing sensations in them” she explained, just as Leela had done, “Would you like to see how firm they get?”

 

I nodded in disbelief. Was she really going to show them  to me?

 

“You’re lucky, I’ve got a front fastening bra on so I can get them out and show them to you quite easily.” she said.

 

As she spoke she undid the remaining buttons of her blouse and opened it up so I could clearly see her white, lacy bra. She then simply unfastened a clip at the front between the two cups and opened her bra like opening a book. Her breasts popped out. I had thought Leela’s were magnificent, but Mrs B’s were larger and much more bulbous. They appeared firm and her nipples were as erect as Leela’s had been. Mrs B cupped them in her hands.

 

“Well? Do you like them?” she asked.

 

“They’re tremendous!” I replied. I was running out of superlatives!

 

As Mrs B had revealed her gorgeous boobs, I had got so excited and stimulated that I had been rubbing her pussy even more vigorously. Without realising what I was doing my fingers had penetrated her more deeply. She was thrusting up out of her seat which exaggerated my actions. We were both breathing really fast with short, sharp gasps.

 

“Y-You better stop now.” she stuttered, panting, and ceasing the thrusting movements. “T-Thank you.”

 

She seemed pleased with me and what I’d done. I was brimming with confidence now, but I was still a bit disappointed that I hadn’t really seen her vulva as well as I would have liked. I lifted Mrs B’s skirt up so that her ‘woman-hole’ – as I preferred to call it - was less in shadow and I could see it better. It was even redder than Leela’s had been, and it was glistening.

 

“Are you trying to get a better look at my virgina you cheeky boy?” Mrs B laughed, her breath recovering somewhat, “I guess you deserve to see it after that.”

 

She opened her legs up even more so that it was on full display.

 

“There, you must be able to see it now?” she said, shifting in her seat slightly.

 

The view caused me to have an intense, burning sensation in my balls, and my erection got even bigger. I could feel that my penis was poking through the open fly of my pyjama bottoms. I opened up the gap in my dressing gown so that Mrs B could see it if she looked. I indicated with my eyes where I wanted her to look. I hoped she’d be impressed with it. I yearned for her to hold it and maybe even stroke it, just as her daughters had done. Perhaps I should take hold of her hand and guide it to where I wanted it, just as she had done to mine? I imagined her long, slender fingers wrapped around it, caressing it and pulling my foreskin back. She glanced down at it. I noticed a look of shock or surprise on her face. Was she impressed or disappointed? I couldn’t tell.

 

“Although it’s very nice, and impressive, you mustn’t show me that.” she said, her voice suddenly serious, “Please put it away.”

 

Frustrated, I pushed it back in and closed up the gap in my dressing gown, wondering ‘Did I do anything wrong, and have I've been too wrapped up in myself to notice?’

 

Mrs B seemed very flustered. She closed her legs and rearranged her skirt so that everything was covered once more. She then refastened her bra and did up the buttons on her blouse. Although I wasn’t sure what I’d done to upset her,  and cause this sudden change in her mood, I thought I needed to apologise.

 

“I’m so sorry Mrs B.” I said, “I didn’t intend to upset you.”

 

“It’s me that should be apologising, not you.” she said, still sounding agitated, “I got so absorbed in what we were doing that I’ve allowed things to happen that should never have taken place. I’m so, so sorry.”

 

“But you’ve not hurt me.” I said, rather confused, “I’ve had fun.”

 

“I’ve no doubt that you’ve had fun. As have I.” she said guiltily, “But as an adult, ‘having fun’ as you put it, is not allowed. It’s not right.”

 

“Well that’s silly!” I said childishly, “I always thought something was fundamentally wrong with the universe.”

 

“That must be a Douglas Adams’ expression?” she said, some cheeriness returning to her voice.

 

“It is. I quote him a lot – my mum says too much!” I admitted, “He says a lot of meaningful stuff, even if it is joking.”

 

“Well, the Great Question... Of Life, the Universe and Everything... Is... what are you going to tell your parents happened today?” Mrs B said, sounding worried once more.

 

“I’m going to tell them I was kidnapped by aliens! They’re used to me being a bit of a dreamer.” I said confidently, “I won’t really be lying. And to be honest, it’s a lot more plausible than what has actually happened.”

.

“That’s a clever boy. I’m so glad you didn’t say ‘42’!” Mrs B laughed, then, more seriously she added, “You must never mention to anyone what you saw and did today. You can keep my panties as reminder of your day, but don't show them to anyone. And don’t worry, I won’t ask the twins what occurred earlier.”

 

I got out of the car; Mrs B bid me goodbye. I turned to her and said goodbye, then I recalled another Douglas Adams’ expression that I thought appropriate.

 

“Thank you Mrs B.” I said, “I’d far rather be happy than right, any day!”

 

THE END

With thanks to Angel H.

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