Special Weekend

I’ve been going steady with Mike for yonks. We started dating in school and we both just seemed to click and stay with each other. I took it for granted that we’d get married sometime in the not too distant future.

When I say we’ve been going steady, I only mean dating. We’d never actually got around to doing more than kissing and a bit of light petting. First I was reluctant because I was underage and Mike accepted that. Reluctantly, but he accepted it.

After I turned eighteen he pushed a bit harder for a stronger commitment, shall we say. He almost pulled it off a couple of times, because I was starting to feel that way inclined myself. A couple of times I’m quite sure we would have reached the point of no return if it hadn’t been for Brian, Mike’s father. That man seemed to have a knack of knowing what was going on in our minds and circumventing it. Fine when we were younger, but now – a trifle annoying.

So when Mike mentioned a special weekend, free of parents, I knew just what he was getting at. I sorted of gulped and said I’m sure it will be a terrific weekend, or words to that effect, while inside I screamed and ran around in small circles.

It’s one thing to get carried away in the heat of the moment, and find it’s too late to back out, even if you want to. It just seemed a lot worse to be cold-bloodedly planning for a special weekend when his father’s away.

After that I tended to tune out whatever he was saying about the special weekend coming up. He referred to it several times over the next few weeks, coming on even stronger when we were dating, as though he couldn’t wait that long. The special weekend was scheduled to be the first weekend after the football finished. I assumed his father had a business trip lined up.

I was getting more and more nervous as the date approached but I think I hid it well. I didn’t want to spoil Mike’s anticipation of the coming event. Still, it seemed to me that time was galloping past. Then it was the Thursday leading up to the weekend. Mike was practically doing handstands and I was sweating blood, nervous as a kitten at a Rottweiler convention.

I’d gathered that his father was going by bus with a group. Mike asked me to come around to his place at five and go with him to the bus. Unsaid was the fact that he would want me to come back to the house afterwards to start the weekend.

Dutifully I fronted up to his place at five the next afternoon. I had a suitcase in the boot of my car and I’d told my parents I’d be visiting a friend for the weekend. When I got to Mike’s I saw that his father’s car had a suitcase already stowed in the back. That surprised me, that Brian would let Mike drive his pride and joy to the bus depot.

Brian drove to the depot while I sat in the back with Mike. That figured. I suppose Mike driving it home from the depot was all that Brian’s nerves would handle, and that because he wouldn’t actually see it. Mike mentioned a couple of times about how much fun the weekend was going to be. I could have hidden under the seat when his father glanced over his shoulder and said not to do anything he wouldn’t do.

The next thing I knew we were driving into the school grounds and I was thinking what the hell? Brian pulled over and Mike piled out, grabbed the suitcase, and headed over to the bus, and the rest of the football team that was gathered there. He turned to wave to me and then the team was piling onto the bus, leaving me there thinking, “What? What? What?”

It was slowly sinking in that when Mike said ‘we’ as in what a great time we will have he hadn’t been referring to him and me. He’d been referring to him and the football team. Parentless, as in their parents were staying home, even if the Coach, who was on the bus with them, was going with them as a sort of chaperon.

At no stage had Mike actually said that he and I would be enjoying the weekend. Neither had he said his father was the one going. There again, he hadn’t said that he and the football team were going, either. He assumed I knew that, damn his eyes. I felt a complete and utter fool. All that angst about finally yielding to him and he was going elsewhere. As far as I was concerned they’d be holding Disney on Ice in Hades before he saw even a glimpse of my panties, let alone got a chance to remove them.

I was rather quiet as Brian drove me back to his place. I saw him give me a sympathetic look and he kept the small talk to a minimum, which saved me bursting into tears.

When we arrived back at Brian’s place I was all for jumping in my car and breaking the speed limit all the way home. Speed limit, nothing. I’d have been quite happy breaking the sound barrier. Brian would have none of it.

“You’re not driving while you’re upset,” he said flatly. “Come in and have some coffee and give yourself a chance to calm down.”

As soon as we got in the house Brian sat me on the couch and started on me.

“What’s the problem?” he asked. “You did know that Mike was going away this weekend, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” I said airily. “He’s been talking about his special weekend for weeks. Free of parental restrictions and able to do as he likes.”

“I doubt if he’ll do more than have a few beers too many,” Brian told me. “They won’t have any girls there, you know.”

“I know that. I didn’t think there would be.”

He leaned back a little, looking at me and I tried my best to seem carefree. That man had a very sharp mind.

“Did Mike actually tell you that he was going away for the weekend? That question can be answered with a simple yes or no and no waffling.”

I glared at him. How did I answer that? I’m not sure if Mike actually told me that or not, but I suspected not. When I didn’t answer fast enough Brian started nodding.

“Apparently not. So who did you think was going? Ah, silly question. Me, obviously. Mike is not the best communicator is he.”

“Yes, well about that coffee,” I muttered, wanting a change of subject.

“Now I can understand you being surprised at Mike going instead of me but it shouldn’t upset you quite so much. Why has it, I wonder?”

“I’m not upset,” I put in quickly. “It was just that it was rather a shock, ah, surprise.”

“No. You were right the first time. It was a shock.”

Brian was watching me and I could practically see his brain turning over.

“I get it,” he said nodding slowly. “You’ve been think that I’ve been away and that the fun time Mike was planning was with you, here. You’ve probably been living on your nerves for the last few weeks, thinking about it, wondering whether to go ahead with it. No wonder it came as such a shock when Mike got on the bus and headed off.”

“I don’t have the faintest idea of what you’re talking about,” I snapped. “If we’re not going to have coffee then I’m going home.”

I jumped to my feet and Brian promptly pulled me down onto his lap.

“No need to go home just yet. You’re feeling pretty hard done by right now and I don’t blame you. I feel it would be wrong to let you go home without at least a taste of what you expected.”

OK, so I’d been expecting a bit of passion from Mike and had dressed accordingly. I was wearing yoga pants on the assumption that Mike struggling to pull off tight jeans would be a real passion killer. Likewise I had a t-shirt and sports-bra, two items that would peel off without the necessity for undoing fiddly little clips and things.

Ideal clothes for pashing with my honey. Not so ideal when someone else wanted to remove them. Brian just peeled me as though he was peeling a banana. Top and sports bra came off as one, straight up and over my head, leaving my breasts on display. I naturally clapped my hands to my breasts to cover them. What I should have done was grab for my pants to hold onto them. Brian just hooked his fingers under the waistband, and yoga pants and panties came of just like that, leaving me sitting shocked and naked on his lap.

Brian swung me to my feet, pushing my hands behind my back and holding them there, while he looked me over, nodding in appreciation.

“You have grown into a fine woman,” he said softly. “I can understand you wanting to explore your feminine side.”

I’m going, “Wait. Stop. What?” and he was smiling at me. His hand came up and brushed against first one breast and then the other, nodding in approval as my nipples seemed to spring to life. After that his hand drifted down and brushed lightly against my mons, not really doing anything, but just holding his hand against me. It was all he had to do to start fires burning inside me.

“Don’t worry,” he assured me. “I’m not going to rush you into having sex with me.”

“I didn’t think you would,” I lied, having been half expecting to be thrown to the floor and ravished on the spot.

“Of course you didn’t,” he agreed. “Do you know what we are going to do right now?”

I gulped and shook my head.

“We’re going to adjourn to the kitchen while you make us some coffee,” I was told.

I breathed a small sigh of relief (Relief! Not disappointment.), and looked around for where my clothes had ended up. You can imagine my surprise when Brian just turned me around and started walking me towards the kitchen, naked.

“You won’t need your clothes just yet,” he said. “I want you to get used to walking around without them.”

“Why?” I demanded.

“It will let you become less self-conscious about being undressed in front of a man. It will also help you relax, which will make it easier later. Besides, you’re a lovely young woman and I enjoy looking at you.”

Alarm bells sounded. What did he mean, make it easier later?

“What do you mean about easier later?”

“After the coffee I’m going to kiss you,” he said calmly.

That wouldn’t have been so bad if he hadn’t moved his eyes from my mouth to my breasts. Did he mean that he was going to kiss my breasts? This, I decided, was where a smart girl ran screaming to her clothes and got out of there. I was obviously not a smart girl as I turned on the kettle, instead.

I made the coffee and the entire time I was doing it I was becoming more and more aware that I was a woman and that I was naked and that a man was watching me. With evil intent, I was positive. My nipples were erect and didn’t seem like they were going down any time soon. That wasn’t my problem. My problem was that I could feel a burning deep inside me and I could feel moisture down there. I’d had wet panties before this but this time I didn’t have any panties. If I started leaking I’d be so embarrassed.