Bad Penny by Penny Birch

close friends. There had also been her desire to have me lose my virginity, and to watch it happen. She had been seriously turned on by it, playing with herself while her brand new husband prepared to enter me. Unfortunately that had been the moment that Kate’s mother Elaine, my aunt, chose to turn up. They had made a hasty retreat; I’d been spanked.
    I hadn’t seen Kate since, but the memory of that spanking was still hot in my mind. It had turned me on so much that I’d given myself an orgasm afterwards – my first – yet in my fantasy it had been Kate and not her mother who had me across her knee as I squealed and kicked my way through the punishment. I’d always liked the idea, and had actually suggested it to Kate before that, but she’d just giggled.
    Since then a lot had happened to me. I’d gone up to university, done well enough to give my confidence a serious boost and had two serious relationships. The first had been with Aran Ray, a magnificently athletic black man who was obsessed with my bottom. He had buggered me, really roughly. I hadn’t minded until I found out that he was uninterested in anything else. Then there had been Alex, who was obsessed with me full stop and with whom I was still going out. He had taken my virginity; indeed, we had traded virginities. We had been experimenting enthusiastically ever since, and, nearly a year after I had seen Kate, my sexual experience and confidence had improved a thousandfold.
    Kate, sadly, had not had such a good time of it. Her husband, Toby, had proved to be the bastard everybody except Kate thought he was in the first place. They had parted after less than a year, and I had promised to come and stay with her to console her. Her mother was in the Channel Islands, as was mine, which left Kate and me alone in the house in Berkshire. Aunt Elaine didn’t know that the marriage had failed, and it was this, more than the actual break-up, that was worrying Kate. From the point of view of Toby, she was simply glad to be away from him, and if her pride had taken a knock, then she could hardly be described as distraught.
    As soon as I took her in my arms to hug her, I knew that I wanted her, completely. I was prepared to try as well, although typically I lacked the guts to simply proposition her. Instead I suggested a swim in a nearby quarry in which we had frequently played as children. This was a lonely, disused gravel pit surrounded by a high bank and filled with clear, cool water. I knew we’d strip to swim, and I knew we’d play about in the water, from which I had a pretty strong hope of sex.
    It was a wicked little plot, and it began beautifully. Kate was keen on the idea of visiting the quarry, and there was never any question of bothering with swimsuits. We’d always bathed naked there, and if we were now grown women, then we’d never been seen by anybody, either. I watched her undress with a delicious thrill of anticipation running right through me. She had always been gorgeous, with a full, ultra-feminine body that had made the boys’ tongues hang out. Now she was even nicer. She was perhaps half a stone heavier than a year before, but tauter and firmer. She still had a trace of puppy fat on her tummy and bottom, which I found adorable, and from her tumble of brown curls to her magnificent legs, she was just pure sex.
    I felt tiny and girlish by comparison, as I always had, but from the effect I had on Alex and from Aran’s almost demented lust for my bottom, I knew that, for all my small size, I didn’t lack appeal. Kate seemed to think so too, complimenting me on my waist with a look that just had to be more than aesthetic appreciation.
    â€˜You do have rather a fat bottom, though,’ she teased, which was cheeky, considering the size of hers.
    If I’d had any guts, I’d have grabbed her then and started a play fight. We’d have been naked in the grass and the hot sun,