The Other 18 Year Old Girl Next Door : Part 3

The young neighbours are growing closer but Fran has made her mother a promise. Will Roger get cockblocked or does his girlfriend have a cunning plan?

Note:
Sorry you've had to a wait a few weeks for Part 3.
I expect this to be the concluding part of this story and expect that you'll be pleased to hear it is certainly the one with the most action.
You could read it as a stand-alone piece, if you like, but there are a couple of references to the earlier chapters in the opening and closing scenes.
I hope you enjoy.

Story:
I'd had Francesca's tits on my mind all week and now I had them in hands. Well, actually I only had one of them in my hand - the other was in my mouth!

It was little more than half an hour since I'd collected my girlfriend and we hadn't wasted any time making a beeline the cricket club and the pavilion that had become our personal lovenest.

Fran looked lovely and she smelt great.
She was well dressed too. I expect it had she taken her ages to choose her outfit, but it only took a moment for me to get her out of it.
Her blue tee shirt and cream coloured bra had hit the floor, before we'd even sat down the verandah.

We kissed with a new hunger and passion and I groped her tits with an ardent desire.
Fran kissed me back as though her life depended on it and snaked a hand down to my waist, where it fumbled at my trousers.
"Let's get these off so I can give you a blow job. I'm going to do it right this time. I'll swallow every drop." she promised.
It was quite an offer!

"I told you, you were great last week...:

"Well I'm going to be even better tonight."
She unbuckled my belt, enthusiastically, but I stayed her hand.

"I'll look forward to it, but I want to do something for you first."
I pushed my hand into her crotch and rubbed her over her skirt. My palm caressing her mound whilst my fingers curled between down between her thighs to her claim her sex.

She moaned and actually seemed to go "weak at the knees", allowing me to cradle her fanny in my hand.
I raised her floral skirt to reveal her virginal white panties. I knelt before them and noted the damp patch and the scent of arousal that confirmed my girlfriend was just as horny as me.

I took hold of her buttocks and pulled her fanny to my face, so close she could feel the heat of my breath.
A licked her.
A slow, lingering, flat tongued lick up her knickers from her crotch to her clit.

Fran moaned in delight.
I licked her again and squeezed her arse tight.
I wanted her so much and I was sure she wanted me.
I hooked my fingers over the waistband of her panties.
It was time to get them off.

"No Roger please!" Fran stopped me, "I told you last time. I can't, I promised Mummy."

"Oh, I'm sorry." (Shit!)
"I thought you wanted me to."

"No I'm sorry.
It's my fault and it's not because of you.
Mummy always made me promise to always keep my knickers on with boys until my wedding day.
I mustn't take them off for you and I mustn't let you do it either.
She made me promise when she told me about the birds and bees.
I didn't really understand at the time and I shouldn't have agreed, but a promise is a promise and...
I'm sorry.
I'd like to do it, but I can't."

So that was that.
"It's okay," I assured her, "like you say, a promise is a promise." I tried to hide my disappointment and accept her decision with good grace.
I was about to abandon my seduction, but then I remembered something that I had done, the week before.
Something that I think she enjoyed.
I slipped a finger under the gusset of her panties and ran it around the soft, smooth, moist folds of her fanny, touching her forbidden flesh.
"Is that okay?" I asked, hopefully

"Oh yes." she gasped.
"Yes.
Really good, you can keep doing that."

"What about this?"
I pushed her knickers aside tongued her slit, in the same way that I had licked her over her knickers.

"Oh er, yes I suppose so... I mean my knickers are still on aren't they!
No one's taken them off."
I could hear the smile on her face.
"Oh my god - that's really sneaky.
I love it!"

So Francesca kept her promise and I lapped at her sex, slavering my way up and down, concentrating on giving her the most intimate pleasure - even though her pubes got into my mouth!

My tongue tantalised her as it toured her most secret and sensitive spaces, licking her labia, probing her slot and slipping inside to taste and tease her.
Then it moved on to seek out her clit.
It was waiting for me firm and aroused - it wasn't hard to find and my first contact elicited quite a reaction.
"Oh fuck!!" I'd rarely heard my girlfriend swear and I'd certainly never heard her say that before!
And I hadn't finished yet.

I continued to tongue and tease her nub and its hood, sensing Francesca's growing excitement as I drove her towards her peak, but drawing back. Edging her, playing with her and prolonging her sweet torture, until the moment of my choosing.

I squeezed her arse firmly once more, digging my fingers in as my mouth took full possession of her clit, latching my lips around it and sucking on the sensual trigger until her body could take no more.

She shook and spasmed as her orgasm tore through her very being, shrieking and swearing my name.

I put my hand over her mouth to try to quieten her, but I was too late.
Our hiding place, on the verandah may have hidden us from view, but it wasn't soundproof, by any means.

I pulled my girlfriend to her feet.
"Quick, we have to go! People are coming."

"Shit!!!"

We scrabbled about in panic.
I buckled my belt, securing, my trousers and Fran threw on her tee shirt.
She almost left her bra behind in her haste, but I grabbed it and stuck in my pocket.
I took her hand and we staggered down the steps and scampered across the cricket pitch on wobbly legs, not knowing where we were going but hoping we wouldn't be recognised.

We spotted some woodland that might offer us cover.
We dove in and laid low, trying to remain silent so as not to be caught, but panting heavily and desperately trying not to laugh out loud.

We kept a lookout until we were sure we were safe.
"That was close." I whispered.

"I know, sorry I was so loud. I couldn't help it!" Fran giggled. "You were really naughty!"

"Yeah, but you liked it didn't you?"

"Very much!
And now it's your turn."

She didn't waste a moment and shuffled down to my legs. Concentrating hard as she unbuckled, unbuttoned, unzipped and yanked my trousers down.
She pulled my dick out and went to work, giving me the wonderful blowjob that she had promised me earlier.

I lay there and was treated to superb session of wanking, kissing, licking and sucking until my girlfriend had not only every taken drop of my spunk into her mouth, she'd swallowed it too - all of it, just like she'd promised.

We both floated home on our endorphin filled high. We were almost at the end of our street before I noticed Francesca's disheveled state.
She noticed me looking at her chest.

"You're staring at my tits again. Haven't you seen enough of them?"

"No never!
But everyone's going to stare at them, like that."
She glanced down and saw what I was talking about.
The sharp peaks of her nipples were straining the front of the front of her shirt.
You couldn't miss them!

"Oh hell yes. Mummy will go mad if she sees me like that."

"You're going to need this then."
I handed her her bra.

"Oh god I'd forgotten about that."

"Ehm, and there's something else."

"What's that."

"Your tee shirt's back to front."

We laughed as she tried to tidy herself up and return home to her mum.

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We'd had two dates so far and they had been a whole week apart.
We couldn't bare to wait that long again, so it was just a few days later when we boarded the bus for a day out at Wainwright Hall.

There were plenty of seats to chose from, and we made our way towards the back. Fran sat by the window and I sat beside her on her left.
The bus was a rickety old thing and the engine was so loud that we could barely hear one another speak.
But that didn't matter.
Just being together was enough.
I wrapped my right arm around her, holding her tight and she snuggled into me resting her head on my chest.
It was perfect.
Dreamy
The epitome of young love.

But then I had another idea.

As the bus navigated it's way out of town, my right hand navigated it's way into the front of my girlfriend's button-up blouse. Slipping between the fastenings and investigating the fleshy delights within.
It roamed freely about the valley of her cleavage, explored the tender slopes of her breasts and made he occasional raid inside her silken bra to seize upon her treasures.
I couldn't believe that we were acting so brazenly in such a public place.
It was so easy!
All the other passengers were observing the English norm of avoiding eye contact whilst Fran & I were remaining silent and expressionless, whilst I felt her up.
I'm sure nobody had the faintest idea what we were up to!

It took about 90 minutes to arrive at our destination by which time my right hand and Fran's left breast had grown hot and sweaty from my clandestine fumblings.
I relucantly released her.
For a moment at least...

Wainwright Hall had been build by a wealthy cotton merchant during the industrial revolution.
It was the ideal venue for our date, because whilst Francesca was the enthralled by the history I was fascinated by the scientific and engineering advances of the age. And we both loved the art collection that Wainwright and his family had amassed over the generations.
There was so much to admire in the works of many, many great masters, but despite our shared love of art we couldn't help sniggering, like naughty little children at some of nude images, with Fran comparing the size of the male genitalia to my own and while tried to convince her that her body was for more attractive than any of the naked nymphs or reclining nudes, immortalised on canvas by the greatest artists of the age.

It was a lovely outing and we continued it by having a picnic in the grounds and then taking out a boat for a paddle on the ornamental lake.

I wasn't a experienced sailor, but there something romantic about rowing our small craft across the waters while my girlfriend just lay back and admired my manly prowess.
I struggled with the oars to begin with, but soon got the hang of it, drawing us towards the centre of the lake. The view was different from there and I looked out to enjoy the scenery and observe the wild life.
I was watching one of ducks (I've no idea what species) disappearing under the water, in search of food and then popping up several yards away. I turned to point it out to Fran.
She seemed to flinch, when I looked ar her - as though she was snapping her knees together.

That was strange.
Maybe I'd imagined it.

I turned away again, then waited a few moments and looked back at her.
She flinched again.
I was right.
She was definitely closing her legs.

"What's going on?" I asked.

"Nothing!" She replied, with a giggle, looking down towards the hull of the boat as though she were embarrassed.

I let the moment pass, but caught her again a little while later.

"Come on," I laughed, "what are you up to?"

"Well, it's up to you to find out isn't it?"
She was teasing me.

"Show me your knickers." I guessed that she was trying to hide them for some reason.

"Why?"

"Because I want to see them."

"Well you can't..." she laughed and slowly parted her legs, allowing her skirt to ride along her thighs creeping up towards her crotch, "... because I'm not wearing any!"
Fran quickly pulled up her skirt and shamelessly flashed her fanny like a brazen hussey.

"Bloody hell!"
I dropped one of my oars in shock.
"What are you doing?"
I panicked for a moment and quickly checked that were no other sailors getting an eye full of my girlfriend's goodies.

"What does it look like I'm doing...?

"Yes, but what about your promise to your mum. I thought you couldn't take your knickers off with a boy until you were married."

"Oh but I have kept my promise!" she smirked proudly. "I haven't taken them off for you. And I haven't let you pull them off either.
I just "forgot" to put them on today!"

She eyed the erection bulging my trousers.
"It looks like you approve."
She licked her fingertips, before running them up her slit and sucking them clean.

"Yes," I grinned, "and you're even naughtier and sneakier than I thought."

"And cheekier too," she laughed turning to show me her bare bum for the first time.

"Woah! Take care!"
Her sudden move, had almost topped the boat. I think she'd forgotten where she was.
"Let's get you safely ashore. "

I altered our course and headed a small island on the west of the lake, making my way eagerly around to its farthest shore, hoping we were out of sight of the other day trippers.

"I didn't think we were allowed on the Island," Fran cautioned, "there was a sign.

"Well if there was a sign, then I suppose we just "forgot" about it didn't we?"

"Okay!"

My girlfriend ran ashore whilst I took a few minutes to secure the boat safely - we wouldn't want it to float away.

I found her lying on the picnic blanket, under a cypress tree with her clothes piled up beside her.
And I was right.
Of all the "reclining nudes" I had seen that day Fran was by far the most beautiful work of art!
It was hard to believe that the girl who had shouted at me for glancing at her covered chest just a few weeks ago was now lying naked, displaying herself in all her feminine glory.

"Do you like what you see?"

"You're beautiful." I licked my lips and pulled off my tee shirt.

She was indeed beautiful from head to foot but my eyes were drawn to stare between her open legs and to the black pubic triangle pointing the way to her cunt.
But staring alone was never going to be enough.
I stuck my head down there and went to work, licking and flicking her most tender and private place. Rewarding her naughtiness in the sauciest way.

I turned my attention to her clit.
It was swollen and ready.
Demanding my touch.
I tried something new - tracing he letters of the alphabet across that sensitive nub with the tip if my tongue.

Fran moaned and squirmed and cursed her approval as I spelled out the letters. Her arousal growing steadily until I reached X and she squealed in ecstasy.

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I lay beside her, stroking her tits and toying with her sex, whist she came back down to earth.

"You can give me all your love," she breathed, "if you like," grasping my cock through trousers.

"Are you sure?" I slipped a finger up inside her to confirm that she really did mean what I hoped she meant.

"Yes," she nodded, whispering, "but you'll have to withdraw, just to be safe." I understood her perfectly, but she explained it anyway. "You'll have to make sure your penis isn't in my vagina when you ejaculate because I'm not using contraception."
She always sounded funny when she spoke like a textbook, but I managed not to laugh.

"We could use these if you like." I pulled a pack of rubbers from my pocket
"It'll be safer that way."

"Are you sure?"

I checked the "use by date" (it was a while since I'd bought them).
"Yeah." I nodded.

"Okay, but let's be quick, before we get caught."

I got my pesky trousers off while she lay back and raised her knees, exposing her pussy and offering up her virginity.

There was no need for foreplay.
She was wet and she was ready.
I positioned myself between her thighs and eased my cock into her eager orifice, pausing for a moment to allow us both to savour the first vital inches of our blissful coupling.

Fran held her breath.
I urged to relax, but I could tell she was nervous.
I was careful, penetrating her gently. Moving in and out, going a little deeper with every thrust, enjoying the tightness of her channel, hugging my manhood.
She found that she enjoyed it too and began to relax and respond as nature intended.
Starting to move her body against my own.
Every twitch, every sigh confirming her pleasure and her desire for more.

But of course, although I was as gentle as I could be, it was inevitable that Fran was going to experience some pain along with her pleasure and she couldn't help but squeal when I broke through her hymen, "making her a woman" (or so they say).
We took a pause to gather ourselves once more before continuing with our carnal imperative.
Taking one another with growing speed and urgency. Fucking with hunger and desire, until my lover sensed the tension in my loins and my dick pulsed releasing volley after volley of hot, sticky spunk deep within her wanton, womanhood.

We had done it!
We lay together naked and entwined beneath the tree like Adam and Eve, but without any feeling of shame (although I did feel a little guilty that I hadn't made Fran come).
Excited and exhilarated by the moment, swearing our undying love for one another and yearning to do it again.

So we did.

I persuaded Fran to let me do her doggy style.
She'd never heard of it before and was embarrassed at first, reluctant to display her arse in such a lewd fashion, and to be assaulted from behind. But she had no complaints once I had my cock deep inside her pussy hitting all the best spots and, this time, succeeding in driving her to her own shuddering climax.

She was so pleased that she had "forgotten" to wear her panties that day!

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We travelled home on a double decker bus.
Fran led the way to the top deck, giving me a good look up her skirt as she climbed the stairs.
There were plenty of seats choose from, but we again selected one near the back, with Fran taking her position next to the window allowing me to put my right arm around her and hold her close.

Whist the rickety old bus wound its way carefully through the country lane, my fingers steered a path under my girlfriend's skirt, through her teenage bush, between her moist lips and into the narrow cleft of her cunt.
They stayed there throughout the 90 minute journey.
Many other passengers came and went, but all were oblivious to our amorous adventures as my girlfriend remained silent - hiding her reactions whilst keeping her legs wide open and her mouth tightly shut.

The buses movements magnified my own, with every unexpected jolt and judder making Francesca bolt and shudder, in surprise, when my fingers jerked across her slit or slipped deeper inside her pussy.

And things were even more intense whenever the bus paused at traffic lights or halted to pick up passengers.
Every time we stopped the ancient diesel engine would idle and every nut and every bolt of the double decker would shake and rattle all around us.
Every seat would shake and shiver.
And every finger lodged deep inside Francesca's fanny would vibrate and quiver.

A tender, teasing, tantalising, torment that might last for minutes on end.
Testing her endurance with a cruel but thrilling combination of arousal without ant opportunity for release.
I could feel Fran moisten and squirm. Her body tightening as she revelled in the sexual tension and struggled to contain her primal urges.

Eventually she could take it no more.
"We have to get off," she panted, trying to stand.

"We're almost home..." I protested.

"No! We have to go! Now!"
She pushed past me.
"Before it's too late!" she rushed anxiously towards the stairs.

She didn't explain herself until we were back on the pavement.
"I couldn't take anymore.
We had to get off, before you got me off!
Come on, I've got an idea!"
She led the way, running towards the cricket club - the scene of our earlier explicit escapades.

The shy girl that I had met a few weeks ago had suddenly turned into a cock hungry little sex pot.
She led me behind the pavilion, where we hoped we wouldn't be seen and let me push her back, pinning her against the wall and put her arms around my shoulders, kissing me hard while I groped at her tits.

She pushed one of my hands down between her legs and then reached for my fly.
It was clear what she wanted and she wanted it there and then!
It was time for me to take control- I was the man after all!
I shoved my trousers and pants down far enough to free my cock and balls and yanked up her skirt to bare her fanny.

I told her to hold me tightly and I took her weight on my shoulders.
I took hold of her left thigh, pulling her up onto one leg.
Spreading her pussy, ready to receive my hot, hard, horny cock hurtling hungrily up into her slick, sodden, sensual slit.
Shunting her up against the wall where she would ride my rampant rod while being pounded by the power of my pelvic thrusts.

She gave me all that she had to give - body and soul.
And I took it.
Both of us lost in the moment.
Locked in our lovers embrace.
Frantically fucking without a care for anyone or anything else.
We came together.
Quickly.
Noisily.
In mutual breathless ecstasy of sex and sweat, while the rest of the world went about its business, just yards away.
It was a miracle that nobody heard us.

We walked home without taking our hands or eyes off each other, but as we neared the street where we lived, the clouds darkened. A bright flash split the sky and the whole town shook under the almighty boom of a clap of thunder, that was instantly followed by a torrential downpour of rain.

We were soaked to the skin within seconds.
Just like the day we'd first met.

Fran's light summer clothing was so wet that it was almost see-through.

"Oh no," I smiled with a sense of deja vu, "I can't let you go home like that!
Let me take you up to my room and get you out of those wet things..."