A Hidden Lesson - Sex Stories

A Hidden Lesson

... shagging! Although part of Simon had felt a little appalled and shocked, another part of him had been excited. That night he had wanked his cock with images of Mandy getting fucked and finally he had managed to release his pent up juices. In fact, once he’d started wanking and coming he couldn’t stop. He had told all his friends about the Mandy incident and it had given him some kudos. He’d felt that they had finally allowed him into their club. However, Simon now felt like he’d never really been part of the club at all. Over the years, he had given up wanking over Mandy. He hadn’t seen her for three years, ever since she’d met Douglas a millionaire who spent most of his days on his yacht in St Tropez. Mandy had jumped at the chance to forge a new life for herself and had disappeared into the proverbial sunset. Simon was sat at the dining table doing his maths homework when the sound of the doorbell infiltrated his brain. His mother opened the door and Simon heard squeals of laughter before the door shut and the perpetrator of the noise walked into the room. Simon looked up and there in front of him stood Mandy, looking just as fit as when he had last seen her, only now she sported a deep brown tan. That evening, Simon didn’t really get the chance to speak to her; his mother as always was asking so many questions he couldn’t get a word in edgeways. From what he could gauge from the conversation, Douglas the millionaire had turned out to be a perverted control freak and Mandy, ...

... unable to cope with it any longer, had planned her escape over a period of two months and now here she was. It wasn’t until the next evening that Simon was given the chance to catch up with Mandy for himself. His mother and father had gone out to a presentation evening at his father’s works. Simon had noticed that his father had been completely dumbstruck when he had first seen Mandy but they had quickly resumed their playful banter like they hadn’t seen each other for three days instead of three years. When Simon got home from football practice Mandy shouted him from the kitchen. “Simon? I’ve made some chicken wraps, do you want some?” Her voice trilled. “Umm yeah,” Simon shouted back, before running up the stairs two at a time. After having a shower and changing into his grey tracksuit he went downstairs and into the kitchen. He watched as Mandy deftly wrapped chunks of chicken within the tortillas. Placing two on a bed of salad she handed Simon the plate and grinned, “Get stuck in.” “Thanks.” Simon found himself smiling easily back at her, that was the thing about Mandy, she had this inherent knack of making you feel comfortable around her. They both walked through to the dining room and sat down. “So what’s new with you?” Mandy asked, “How’s college?” Simon bit into his wrap and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s alright I suppose.” “I loved going to college when I was your age,” Mandy admitted. “All the parties and getting pissed - it was fabulous fun.” Simon shrugged again. ...