Freshers Ch. 04

Beth had filled me in on the intervention she and Mum had planned. Mum had invited Mrs. Stroud, Terri's mum, to our place for tea on Christmas Eve, hoping that things might be easier on neutral ground. I wasn't entirely convinced, but I decided to go along with it. I didn't like the idea of Terri being estranged from her mum, even if she was an over-zealous puritanical matriarch who had dominated over Terri and had denied her what I thought of as a normal childhood. But she was her mum nonetheless, and I knew that despite the crossed words between them, that they still loved each other, and cared deeply for each other's wellbeing.

The thing I was most concerned about, however, was my upcoming confession to her mother about who it was that had really taken Terri's virginity. I hoped and prayed that it wouldn't end painfully - especially for me.

* * * * * *

It was such a joy to see Mum and Dad again, as they met us off the train at Brighton station. It was late afternoon and already dark outside - our journey home having taken us most of the day. Having to travel across London on the tube between Kings Cross and Victoria station had been somewhat fraught, especially since all three of us had big rucksacks with us and bags of Christmas gifts. At one point, I found myself suddenly being separated from the girls as we changed trains at Green Park, as the doors closed before I'd had a chance to get on, meaning they would have to wait for me to catch up with them on the next train. But we had made it home safely, and now Beth and I were back in the loving embrace of our parents.

Clearly not wanting Terri to be left out, Mum and Dad immediately included her in our group embrace. After many hugs and kisses of reunion were exchanged, we followed our parents to where they had parked, and the last stage of our journey home along the coast to Westborough-on-sea.

Being back home after several months away, and to be back in the familiar surroundings of Westborough-on-sea came as both a relief to have a break from the routine of study and work, but also a return to subterfuge for Beth and I, having to be careful to conceal our relationship from our parents. As far as Mum and Dad were concerned, Beth was, well, just my twin sister, and Terri was the only girlfriend in my life - the reality that I was sleeping with both of them, would have probably melted their brains. Of course, before we'd left, Beth had given me a pep talk about not giving away our secret, and that, for the duration of our stay, she was strictly off limits to me.

Obviously, she was somewhat preaching to the choir as far as that was concerned - if there was an award for stating the bleeding obvious, she would most surely have won it! Of course, rather than say that, I diplomatically agreed with her, but added in no uncertain terms, that it meant that my body was equally off limits to her, too.

As soon as we arrived back at our parents house, the girls disappeared upstairs to unpack, leaving me downstairs with Mum and Dad.

"I'll, er, just get some dinner started," Mum said, excusing herself and heading straight for the kitchen.

It was when Dad immediately beckoned me towards his study that I realised that something was afoot.

"I think it's time for you and me to have a little man-to-man chat, don't you think, Thomas?" he said as he closed the study door behind us.

"Er, if you say so, Dad," I replied nervously.

"Don't worry, son," he added with a smile. "I'm not about to give you a bollocking for, y'know, what happened between you and Terri."

Phew! Well that was a relief!

"But it is what this is all about, as I'm sure you've deduced by now," my father added as he stepped over to the tantalus he kept on his sideboard. "Drink? I think you're old enough to join me in a wee dram, seeing as you're a man now."

"Er, yes," I replied, and accepted the cut crystal tumbler of finest single malt that he offered me.

I nervously took a sip of the warming liquor, which sent a rush of smouldering heat down my throat.

"So, Thomas, you're aware of the intervention we have planned between Terri and her mother tomorrow," Dad said as he sipped his whiskey - it was a statement, rather than a question.

"Er, yes," I answered. "It'll be bound to be a bit a hair-raising gamble, but if it ultimately pays off and helps to heal their relationship then it'll be worthwhile, I'm sure."

"Well, let's hope so," Dad said. "Now, if you can remember our phone conversation the night Terri ran away, you'll recall that you were sort of, behind the reason why she ran away."

I had no words to reply to that, but the way my face flushed said everything I needed to say.

"You know your mother and I don't mind about you having sex with Terri," Dad continued.

I responded by knocking back the rest of my whiskey, to steady my nerves.

"In fact, it might surprise you to know that we're actually very happy for you," he went on. "But unfortunately, I fear Terri's mother won't be quite so overjoyed."

"Believe me, I've had nightmares for weeks about her castrating me with a carving knife!" I replied, trying to make light of it.

"Well, she'd have to get past me and your mother first," Dad said, taking another sip of scotch. "And Beth and Terri too, no doubt."

"I will tell her that it was me that took her virginity, Dad, I did sort of promise that," I replied, even though my voice was shaking a little. "You always brought me up to be a man of my word. I can't deny I'm not absolutely terrified though."

"I know, son, I know," Dad said. "You've decided to do the decent thing and accept responsibility - and I genuinely admire you for that. You're a good kid, no, a good man, Thomas. This is quite possibly the most grown-up and mature thing you'll ever have done before."

"So, what's the plan?" I asked, as my father replenished my tumbler. "With the intervention and everything."

"Well, to be honest there is no plan, really," Dad replied. "Your mother and I have invited Terri's mother to tea tomorrow afternoon, at which point she'll be reunited with Terri, but after that, we shall have to just allow events to follow whatever path they take. Play it by ear, I think is the way your mother described it."

"I see," I said, taking another sip of whiskey, and inhaling its warming vapour.

"Then, when the time is right, you'll explain to her that you were the one that took Terri's virginity, and I guess we'll just have to take it from there."

My parents lack of a comprehensive plan of action troubled me, but of course, there genuinely wasn't any sure-fire way of telling how events might pan out.

"Just do the decent thing, son, and we'll be right behind you," Dad said, placing his hand on my shoulder.

He decided to change the subject after that, and we spent the remaining time while Mum prepared dinner, presumably ably assisted by Terri and my sister, judging by the voices I heard coming from the kitchen, talking about how my studies were coming along. I told him all about the dig we were working on near the old city walls, the lectures and all the cataloging of artefacts and how we had been taught to clean them. I also talked about my job in the record shop, and of my encounter with Steel Hammer, my favourite band of the moment, when they came to our store to sign copies of their latest album.

"So you actually spoke with what's his name? Barry Stride?" Dad said with a raised eyebrow.

"Brett Stride," I corrected him. "Yeah, he was really nice. They all were really, very down to earth guys."

It was then that Terri popped her head around the door to announce to us that dinner was ready.

"Remember, not a word to her about tomorrow," Dad cautioned. "We don't want to give her an opportunity to do a runner, do we?"

"No, Dad," I replied.

* * * * * *

Later that night, I was alone in my old bedroom once more for the first time in months. It was the first time I'd been truly alone since Beth and I moved up to York - ever since then I'd shared a bed with either Beth or Terri. I laid back on my old bed, surrounded by all the many objects and articles that basically encapsulated my childhood. The posters of heavy metal bands juxtaposed against the small gathering of soft toys on my old chest of drawers. Rhodri, the little plush red dragon I'd bought on holiday in Wales when I was five still grinned toothily, as he sat below a picture of Brett Stride wielding his famous black Ibanez guitar like some kind medieval of weapon of war.

Of course, this was the room where it all began, back on that summer's day when Beth came in and asked me for the most, at the time, ridiculous favour. It's not every day your twin sister comes and asks you if you don't mind taking all your clothes off so that she can show her naïve and inexperienced friend what a naked male looks like in the flesh!

So naturally, I couldn't help but vividly recall the events of that day, and unsurprisingly, it almost immediately had an effect upon me. I can still remember clearly the look on Terri's face as my sister introduced me to her. She looked as though her eyes were about to pop out! And then, when Beth said to her that I'd agreed to show myself of to her, she looked as though she might pass out at any second.

Just the mere memory of that moment was enough to make me unfasten my belt, unbutton and unzip my flies, and delve into my pants. My hand alighted on my penis, which wasn't quite fully hard, but was well on the way there.

I had a flashback to the moment Terri took down my pants, while Beth looked on from her bed. The look in her eyes as she came face to face with a penis for the first time in her life is a memory that I shall never lose. It was an expression of wonderment, mixed with a sort of uncertainty - as though the sight of my manhood didn't look anything like how she'd envisioned it. I guess I could sort of understand why, in hindsight. Terri's mother had basically controlled every aspect of her childhood, banning her from ever being in any kind of situation in which she might encounter a man in any state of undress. Her dad passed away when she was only little, and she had no brothers or male cousins. Her mother had barred her from attending the sex education classes at school, the only girl in her entire class that wasn't allowed to attend, which of course led her to being singled out and picked on by her classmates. Even when she went swimming, it was always to a special ladies-only session, and even then she had to be accompanied by her mother.

So effective had her mother's control over her life and her shielding from witnessing for herself the sight of a naked male, that she literally had no idea what a penis was, let alone actually see one. She'd heard about it, and that it was the thing that made boys different from girls, but as to what it looked like, and what it actually did, she was completely unprepared for. She even believed, for whatever reason, that boys somehow had both a penis and a vagina!

I guess it was partly out of pity for her that I took things as far as I did that day, even going so far as to letting her see me peeing and allowing her to masturbate me.

I lifted my hips, and pushed my trousers and pants down and grasped hold of my by then fully erect and gently pulsating penis in my right hand. Ever since that day back in the summer, masturbation was something I seldom engaged in. I now had not one, but two attractive young women that both enjoyed having sex with me, so I was never really in the position back at our flat in York that I would need to take care of my needs by myself. Some nights I slept with Beth, other nights I slept with Terri. I didn't have sex every single night, and the girls never took it in turns with me or anything as formal as that, but there was a sort of unspoken agreement between the three of us that if either of them needed me, I would oblige them, and if I needed one of them, they would in return be happy to indulge me. It was an unconventional arrangement for sure, but somehow it just worked for us. As to whether it would still work two, five, or even ten years from now, well, only time would tell. But right at that moment, it suited us all just fine.

I began to slowly pump my fist up and down my erection, warmed by the memory of Terri pulling back my foreskin for the very first time.

I remember, once Beth had given Terri the 'grand tour' of the normally hidden and private parts of my male anatomy, and after I had showered while the two of them looked on, I saw little point in getting dressed once more. Pandora's box had already been opened, so to speak, and so I saw little point in putting my clothes back on at that point. In fact, I remained naked right up until Terri left - I even cooked us some lunch whilst I was totally naked!

Of course, it was once Terri had gone home, that the really life-changing experience happened for me. At the time Beth had asked me to show myself off to Terri, I had, rather cheekily I'll admit, informed her that I wanted something in return. That something in question being to have sex with her. I was a virgin at the time, and pretty much desperate to have sex with pretty much any woman, but never in a million years did I ever expect her to agree.

Well, a deal was a deal, and when Terri had gone home, and before our parents returned, we both repaired to my room, and to this very same bed that I was lying on now, and she fulfilled her end of the bargain. I knew having sex would feel amazing, but the added sense of danger I'd felt, doing it with my own twin sister, added an entirely different dimension to it. But what surprised both of us, was the sheer chemistry that existed between us and was revealed for the first time that day.

The memory of my penis sliding into the warmth of Beth's vagina that day sent my arousal soaring, and I found myself rapidly pumping my fist up and down my engorgement, urging myself towards a satisfying orgasm.

That first time, which was supposed to have been a one-off, just so that Beth could follow through with her end of the agreement, led towards a second time shortly afterwards. The second time led towards a third time, and a fourth time, and so on. In fact, pretty much any time the two of us were alone in the time between our first time together, and when we left for our holiday in France a couple of weeks later, Beth and I wasted little time in getting each other's clothes off, and having sex as many times as possible. We both knew it was wrong - we still did, in fact, but it just felt too good to deny ourselves.

There had been a couple of close calls during that brief period, including one time when we were almost caught in the act by our folks when they arrived home from doing the weekly grocery shopping earlier than we'd expected. The fire alarm had gone off at the supermarket, they explained, and so rather than hang around in the car park waiting for the fire brigade to check that the place was safe, they decided to simply come home, and do the shopping another time. I don't think either of us had moved quite so quickly before, as we both rushed to get dressed as fast as we possibly could before they came upstairs to see where we were!

Oh, I was so very close now! My hand had become a blur in the dim light of my bedside lamp as I masturbated myself towards my climax, feeling that hypnotic sense of anticipation for that blissful moment of release to arrive, mixed with the longing for the sensation of release to last forever.

I closed my eyes and I could see them both, Beth and Terri, standing naked side by side in the warm Mediterranean sunlight of the Ille Solharvre, the naturist paradise we had accidentally stumbled upon during our holiday. They were both heart-stoppingly beautiful in their own totally individual ways. Terri had suffered from a sense of low self-esteem before I first met her, convinced that she was a 'Plain Jane', and condemned to a life of eternal spinsterhood, but I knew from the very first moment I set eyes on her, that there was real beauty behind the spectacles and the 'vicar's wife's' clothes she wore. Underneath that plain exterior, she had a beautiful body, and over time, I considered myself truly privileged that she had become so comfortable in sharing it with me.

Beth's body was an arresting sight also, a little darker skinned and more lean and muscular than Terri, but every bit as beautiful.

Being back home in my own bedroom, and being unable to look upon the girl's nakedness made me feel a genuine sense of appreciation for their individual attributes. Part of me hoped that just like I was at that moment, they were both picturing my naked body, and was feeling the same sense of appreciation for my body that I was feeling for theirs.

My visualising of the girls quickly went from simply admiring their naked beauty, to picturing them together on the bed back in our flat in York, side by side with their legs wide apart and their hands rubbing away between their legs, masturbating together while I simply sat and watched.

The very moment when I imagined them both succumbing to their individual orgasms was the very moment my own orgasm arrived in the real world. It was brief, as my orgasms almost always were, but the intensity of the sensation made me feel sparks of electricity that radiated from my centre and flashed across my skin, causing every hair on my body to stand to attention.

Seconds later, I felt my pelvic muscles deliver one almighty spasm, and a great jet of cum erupted from my penis and landed on my cheek. Ensuing blasts of sticky semen landed on my t-shirt - damn, it would have to go straight into the laundry basket!

As my all too brief orgasm dissipated, and my penis gradually wilted back to flaccid normality, I lay there for a while, covered in my own emission, and panted while I caught my breath. I hadn't masturbated much since I'd lost my virginity to Beth, but my word, that was a bloody good one!

I reached across to open the drawer to my bedside table. Good, my trusty box of tissues was still there, just as I'd left it, if a little dustier than when I'd last called upon its contents. I spent some time cleaning myself up and dabbing as much of my cum off of my t-shirt as possible, warmly recalling the powerful orgasm I'd just enjoyed. One thing I'd learned since that life-altering day in this very room all those months ago, was that the afterglow can be every bit as enjoyable as the build up to sex - especially if you have someone to share it with.

Feeling sleepy, I stripped out of the rest of my clothes and got into bed, sleeping naked as I had become accustomed to doing - yet another thing that had changed since I had left home for university. With a lopsided grin, I wondered if Mum had kept hold of my favourite pair of pyjamas with the cartoon dogs on them that I'd been given for my sixth birthday by my Aunty Mel. I hopped out of bed padded naked across to my chest of drawers. Sure enough, there they were, at the very bottom of the bottom drawer. Far too small for me now, of course, but I liked the fact that this little part of my childhood, along with my soft toys and my posters, remained here in this room, as if a little like a shrine to the boy I used to be. A boy that was now, as my dad had reminded me in his study earlier on, a fully grown man. And tomorrow, when I would finally come face to face with Terri's mum, I would have to live up to my new status in life, and prove to her that I cared deeply for her daughter, that I respected her, and loved her. I couldn't help it that I loved Beth every bit as much, maybe a little bit more in fact, and both Beth and Terri couldn't help it that they both loved me, but at least as Terri's mother was concerned, I had to prove myself worthy of her only daughter, the only physical memory of the man she had once loved.