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  Sweet Catherine’s

  First Experiences

  UNPROTECTED

  COOLOMON

  Adults Only

  High level erotic content

  Copyright © 2013 Matt Coolomon

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  This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any real life person is coincidental.

  Prologue

  “Shh….” Robbie said, taking hold of Catherine from behind and clamping his hand over her mouth.

  She giggled and bit his finger.

  “No – we have to sneak. You have to be quiet.”

  “But this is silly anyway. You’re not supposed to go peeping in people’s windows.”

  “It’s not people’s windows – it’s my window.”

  Robbie craned his neck to see. Catherine took out her lip-gloss and started applying it. She was thinking about letting Robbie kiss her again. She’d let him a few times lately.

  “Oh, shit. Here they are!”

  “Where?” Catherine got up on her knees to have a look. She saw the three adults had come into the lounge room. Robbie’s dad and step mum were entertaining some guy they had never seen before. Robbie had said he thought something fishy was going on.

  “I bet that guy’s from that swinger site they were checking online.”

  “But how do you know?” Mrs Dale was sitting on the couch – the two men still standing. They were chatting and laughing. She was red in the face, Catherine noticed. The top buttons on her blouse were open.

  “I just bet he is,” Robbie said excitedly. “This is freaky, huh?”

  “But they’re not doing anything…. How can they do anything? They’re married.”

  “Yeah, but married people still do stuff. I read the profiles on their website. It’s like married couples looking for other dudes to have sex with the wife. It’s frigging nuts. I can’t believe Dad would do it. I can’t believe Betty would!”

  “But they’re not –” Catherine started but stopped, holding her breath as the stranger sat down beside Mrs Dale. The guy placed his arm along the back of the couch, leaning close. Mr Dale sat facing them in a lounge chair. Catherine’s skin tingled with excitement.

  “Aw, shit,” Robbie whispered as the other man’s hand closed over Mrs Dale’s knee.

  She blushed deeper. Her chest lifted and her eyes closed as the man leaned in and kissed her lips. He did so tentatively at first, then he deepened the kiss with his hand going to her side, and he pulled her to him.

  Catherine stared in amazement. She had never dreamed of anything like this happening in real life.

  She and Robbie were on their knees in the dark, watching through blinds. They were free to observe without fear of being detected as long as they remained still and quiet. Robbie’s eyes were glazed, his mouth hanging open. Catherine knew it was wrong but had no intention of stopping to look.

  The visitor was still kissing Mrs Dale. He had claimed her with an arm around her waist. His other hand was moving upon her. He clutched her hip and kneaded her there. Then he clutched her side, squeezing and rubbing. Mrs Dale’s body writhed upward as his big hand closed over her breast. Mr Dale sat forward in his seat, tilting his head to watch. The other man worked the buttons on his wife’s blouse and opened it fully. He then squeezed her red bra covered breast, seemingly isolating the nipple.

  Catherine gulped – her throat dry, her own nipples firm beneath her t-shirt. “Maybe we should give them their privacy,” she whispered to her friend.

  “No way. I’m staying. This shit’s frigging crazy…. Look – he’s got her boob out! Aw, shit.”

  Catherine remained there watching as the neighbour’s wife was undressed and passionately kissed and groped by the stranger. The idea of this flooded her senses and added to the excitement and confusion already filling her since a visit to her elder cousin’s house last weekend. Her parents often visited Aunt Charlene and left her there for a holiday. Her cousin Rebeca was two years older. They shared her room and hung out together, with Catherine invited to the beach parties where boys weren’t permitted to kiss her. Her other cousin Alex – a year older than Rebeca – never let any of the guys get to her. Catherine wanted to be gotten to, but Alex never allowed it. Last weekend, Rebeca had read to Catherine under the covers in bed. She had whispered, giggling and teasing from a book she had found in their parents’ bedroom: Lady Chatterley’s lover.

  Lady Chatterley had been taken by the gardener while her husband was indisposed. Catherine squirmed her hand between her legs watching Mrs Dale being taken by some stranger with her husband sitting in a chair watching.

  Catherine had just turned sixteen….

  Two Years Later

  "Don't, Raymond!" Catherine uttered as she tried to push at the hand forcing its way under her new uniform. "I said no!" she cried under her breath, and she searched back over her shoulder where she could see the silhouette of her father at the front window.

  "Come on – you let Reece and Des have a feel," Raymond argued as he reached as far as her panties and could feel her moist heat through them.

  Reece and Des were two of Raymond’s workmates from the supermarket. Catherine had started work there two weeks ago, and they had both kissed her and felt her up.

  "But I didn't let them touch me down there." Catherine clamped her thighs together and managed to wriggle across against the passenger door, free of Raymond’s hand for the moment. "Plus my dad's right there watching!"

  "But he can't see anything," Raymond laughed. It was dark, and his car windows were tinted. Her old man was there trying to spy through the blinds, but there's no way he could see inside the car.

  Raymond pulled Catherine close and kissed her again. She didn't try to fight against that, and he pushed his tongue into her mouth while feeling her through her dress. He squeezed one boob and felt for the nipple, causing her to moan and thrust her chest forward.

  Neither Reece nor Des had been able to get into her pants either. Reece had felt her through her bra, though. He had bragged about getting that far with her when he drove her home on her second night at work. Then Des had scored with her on a date after just one week. He had bragged to all the guys how he had felt her up underneath her bra and that she had touched his dick – only through his shorts, though!

  Raymond was determined to out-do them, and he didn't want to have to exaggerate to do it. There was a street light above the car that was offering enough visibility, and while he continued kissing her, he was working at the buttons on her uniform.

  He got two of them undone before her hand closed over his wrist. "Just let me have a little look," he said to her. "Just lift up your bra and show me."

  He was pulling her dress off her shoulder. Catherine looked back at the front window again. Her dad was still there but had turned around, and it looked like he was talking on the phone.

  She turned back to the guy who had taken her to the mall after work for a thick shake and driven her home. He had her dress pulled down and was tugging underneath her bra. She lifted forward a bit, and he pulled her bra up over her little breasts, baring them completely. Then he pulled her dress down further and opened it more, and he just sat there staring at her boobs.

  "Fucking awesome!" Raymond said under his breath, then he squeezed one of them and felt Catherine tense up and kind of shudder.

  He smiled and looked at her face, but she was glaring down at his hand with her eyes wide as she gripped both edges of the passenger sea
t. He looked back at her boobs and squeezed the other one, making her body shudder again as she sucked in a breath.

  "Do you want to touch my dick?" he asked her.

  Catherine shook her head. "No, thanks."

  "Why not? You touched it for Des."

  "Did he say that?" Catherine started tugging at her bra, trying to fix it back into place. "Are you going to tell about this too?" she asked indignantly.

  "I won't tell," Raymond lied, and while she was busy fixing the top of her uniform, he felt up under it again – that time catching her thighs slightly apart and getting his fingers right into the crotch of her panties before she clamped her legs together and started squirming to get away.

  "Don't!" she cried under her breath, but he had his hand wedged in there and was rubbing into her, feeling through the crotch of her panties how hot she was inside.

  "Stop that!" she said more forcefully, and she somehow got her legs up and her knee into Raymond's chest.

  She got the passenger door open and jumped out of the car. "God, my dad's right there!" she scolded, and she brushed her uniform down and slammed the car door shut in Raymond's face.

  2

  Catherine raked at her hair and tried to compose herself. The car sped off as the guy from next door appeared beside her.

  “You okay, Catherine?”

  “Hi, Jared! Yes – I’m fine.”

  Jared was a heavily built man of 26. His parents had lived next door since Catherine was a baby. She had grown up annoying the hell out of him. He was her big brother in every way except blood, and she adored him.

  “Well, if you ever need me to sort out one of these little runts,” he said to her. Then he waved to her father. “Hello, Bruce.”

  "How are you, Jared?” her dad called back. “Is that you, Catherine?”

  "Yes, it's me. But what are you doing spying at the window like that, Dad? How embarrassing!"

  "I'll spy out the window anytime I damn well please, young lady! Who was that in the car?"

  "It was just a guy from work." Catherine brushed by and went into the house.

  "And where have you been?" her father called after her. "Your shift finished two hours ago!"

  "God – I went to the mall. I'm 18 now, so I don't have to tell you everything I do. I'm not a child anymore!"

  "Well, you're my child and I want to know you're safe," her dad grumped. "It wouldn't hurt you to call if you're going to be late!"

  He had cornered Catherine in the kitchen. He was such a pain with his overbearing, authoritarian attitude. He was a policeman and was still in uniform as he stood there looking like smoke was about to start puffing out of his ears.

  Catherine snapped to attention and gave him a salute. "Yes, sir!" she said defiantly, knowing full well that was the fastest way to piss him off. Then she squeezed past and ran to her room.

  She flopped on the bed and lay staring at the ceiling. Her dad made her angry, but that minor distraction faded away as she remembered the feel of Raymond's hand on her boob.

  She felt her breasts and giggled to herself. What was the fascination? It seemed every boy she let kiss her would want to feel them or look at them. It seemed every boy she met would glance down at them or stand there staring at her chest half the time.

  Catherine was a pretty girl. She was tall and slender with long blonde hair and a nice, slightly impish smile. And not that she was completely mischievous – it's just that she was curious about everything boys did, and she liked to see their reactions to the way she looked. She also noticed that sometimes older men would be staring at her, and she was curious about that too.

  She thought of this one married guy from across the street who always checked her out – Mr Dale. She imagined being felt up by him in his car as she closed her eyes and slipped her hand down the front of her panties.

  It wasn't as if she had never been touched down there. She had been fingered by a boy right there on her bed one afternoon. Plus there was the time she was visiting Aunt Charlene for summer vacation and there had been a Water Bunny vibrator accidentally left in the shower.

  Well, after giving that a scrub there was only one thing to do with it, and although it would have been a good six inches long, she managed to get it in all the way to the bunny ears.

  Unfortunately it only gave a little buzz before the batteries fizzed out, but the feel of it sliding in and out was interesting – although not really exciting. It was kind of like when the boy was sticking his finger in – just pushing it up inside and feeling around – more invasive and uncomfortable than anything that was going to lead to one of the little orgasms she could quite easily bring on with her own fingers.

  Catherine's mind switched back to the married man from across the street and the wonderful things he would surely know how to do to her. She imagined him forcing her legs open and using his tongue instead of his finger. She was getting into that thought when there was a soft knock at her bedroom door and her mother called, "Are you there, Catherine?"

  "Yes, Mum," Catherine called back, scooting up the bed as the door was opening.

  Her mother poked her head around the door. "Anne called earlier. Apparently her brother is going to pick you up from work on Friday. Do you need some money?"

  "No – I'm fine, Mum. Thanks!"

  Catherine was to spend the holiday weekend with her new girlfriend, Anne. What she hadn't mentioned to her parents was that Anne was spending the holiday weekend at her uncle's villa, about 12 hours down the coast. Anne's brother was picking Catherine up to give her a lift to the train station, not to their house across town.

  Catherine regretted misleading her mother, but there was not a hope in hell of her father agreeing to her taking an overnight train trip alone. That argument just wasn't worth having.

  Getting picked up from work complicated things a little, however. It meant she would have to pack and take her bag to work with her. Although, as she sorted through her wardrobe, she decided there wasn't much to it really. There would be days at the beach, and Anne had said the parties would either be there or at a neighbour's pool. So, all she really needed was her two bikinis and a couple of skirts and tops to go with them.

  She packed all but her favourite bikini. They were having a barbeque next door the following afternoon, and she would need it. Jared’s parents had a great pool and deck with an outdoor entertainment area. There were often pool parties. The one they had planned was just the three neighbouring families. Catherine’s parents were part of a trio of couples which included Jared’s parents, Alex and Jolene O’Grady, and Milton and Betty Dale from across the road. There were two O’Grady sisters who had married and moved away. Catherine didn’t know whether either of them would be there. The Dale’s had a son, Robbie, who was Catherine’s age and fun to tease. She kept out her favourite white bikini for that reason.

  3

  Thursday was a day off work for Catherine. She had a late sleep in then did some house cleaning for her mother. She scrubbed the bathrooms and the kitchen and had them sparkling by mid-afternoon when her mother arrived home from her day.

  “Oh, my! Thank you so much, darling. I was going to get busy on the weekend.”

  “I know. So, now you can do something fun instead.”

  Catherine got hugged. “Bruce, have you seen what our daughter has done in here?”

  Bruce peered around the wall from the living room. “Sparkly!” he said, smiling. “I wondered what you’ve been up to in here all day.”

  “And the bathrooms,” Jolene informed, kissing Catherine’s cheek and squeezing her around the waist. “Are you sure you have enough saved for the weekend, sweetheart?”

  “I’m fine, Mum. I don’t need money. Just you and Dad have a fun weekend too, okay?”

  “Well, how about you girls go and get ready, and we’ll head over to this party for starters,” Bruce said. “Go on, the pair of you. It’s after three….”

  Catherine didn’t need to do much to get ready. She had picked out pret
ty white panties and a short sundress. The dress was light and breezy, the top cut low and held with tiny shoulder strings. She put it on with no bra and stuffed her bikini in her purse. Checking in her mirror on the way out the door, she tested the length of her dress by bending forward until her panties showed. She had taken up the hem and made the dress as short as she could possibly get away with. She stretched the back of her panties over her bottom. They were high cut bikini style. She wasn’t brave enough to wear a thong with her parents around – not in that dress. Turning to face the mirror, she raised her arms to fix her hair back and made sure that flashed her panties too, which it did very nicely.

  Her little landing strip was visible through the white lace. She was definitely going to let Robbie see it – maybe even his dad if she had the chance and was brave enough. Of the men friends of her parents, Mr Dale was the most obvious old pervert. Catherine teased them all a little bit, and they all looked – Mr Dale more blatantly, usually making her blush and get tingly legs.

  “Are you all set, love?”

  Catherine was just finishing plaiting her ponytail ready for swimming later. Her panties were still exposed, her dad’s eyes lifting from them in the mirror and averting quickly.

  She bit down on her smile, blushing. “I’m coming, Dad.

  She hurried after her father, catching up and cuddling herself with his arm. He squeezed and held her around the waist as they walked.

  4

  Alex O’Grady and Milton Dale were at the barbeque cooking and having a beer while their wives were inside fixing the salad. The two men turned to watch Bruce and his daughter approach. Young Catherine was giggling, and Bruce was laughing with her. He had an arm around her. She was cuddling around his shoulders – her dress hiked up and the crotch of her panties visible as the skirt of the garment swished around. Bruce holding her waist was helping. As they stopped, facing Alex and Milton, he was clutching the fabric and inadvertently keeping it gathered.