Crouch End wasn't the best part of London to live in but her flat was a lot better than my old bedsit in the Holloway Road and definitely better than Richie's sofa! Jan and I decided that our relationship was going well enough to perhaps get a bigger flat. We looked at a few places and eventually, rented a place in Stamford Hill, a bit further out from central London. It wasn't a bad flat but the suburban railway line ran...

I had a great weekend with Hazel. We did the night out, we did the sex, we did the trip to the market. She cooked a proper meal - it was the first proper cooked meal I'd had since leaving home nearly two years before. My meals had been take aways and visits to restaurants and, of course, Carole's tea and toast! But Hazel had cooked a meal for me! After dinner, we washed up together and then, sat and watched TV, just relax...

It had been three weeks or so since Carole walked out of that pub. Work was a grind, with my brain filled up of questions and no answers, just theories, and work was just a grind anyway. But I did have a return visit by Inge to look forward to, even though she was travelling with her mother. Just getting to go home and my phone rang. "Hello?" "Vee? It's Hazel, remember?" "Of course I do, gorgeous! How are you?" "Just been...

After our massive evening, our night-time sleeping arrangements left us free for a bit of bed-hopping but things didn't amount to much. We were all faded from our earlier activities and I certainly wasn't capable of more than a semi hard on. Carole, Hazel and Jeanie all admitted to being a little sore after all the licking, sucking and fucking that we had done and our bed-sharing was no more than cuddles and gentle mastur...

I woke up before everyone the next morning, put on my pants and went to the bathroom. A pee and a quick wash and I was sitting at the kitchen table, waiting for the kettle to boil. Jeanie came through dressed in just her panties, to actually make some tea. "Jeanie," I said, "you were absolutely amazing last night. How on earth did you work out that double-ended dildo thing with Carole and Hazel?" "Ooh, it was fucking fant...

I had spent Christmas with my family, enjoying the company and enjoying the winter months in West Germany, knee-deep in snow as I walked around the military base where my father was stationed. There was the occasional meal out in Rheydt and a European football match between Borussia Mönchen-Gladbach and Wacker Innsbruck, where the visiting fans made themselves heard by ringing large cow bells throughout the game! Finally,...

Jeanie and Tony left soon after we had all had our fun, followed by teas and coffees. Carole had run out of bread! After complimentary comments about how sexy the girls had been, we shared a general conversation about our backgrounds and got to know each other properly. We knew that they were both older than us, Jeanie was twenty-seven, Tony was thirty. Tony took up their story. "We used to be regulars at various sex club...

And just like that, it was all over! I don't know how it happened but there was a series of events that contributed to the final conclusion. Let's start at the beginning. ________________ After the initial excitement of going to America to appear in sex movies, Celly came home. She had been away for about four months after being approached by a guest at the sex club that she and Ginny frequented. Ginny had come to my beds...

Lying on the sofa in Hazel's lounge, it wasn't long before I was joined by Ginny. She was wearing just panties and a T-shirt. "Hi, Vee," was her tentative greeting. "How are you?" She sat on the end of the sofa. "Hey, what a night!" she said. "Yeah, what a night!" I replied. "I'm OK." Ginny reached out and stroked my leg. She was well short of my pants. I was also wearing my shirt. "Actually, I'm not OK. I'm pretty pissed...

Despite my growing feelings for Carole, I wasn't sure that she felt the same way. We continued to go on dates and we would end up at her place rather than mine for more fantastic love making. But she wasn't saying how she felt about us and any future between us. What was mostly bugging me was the occasions that she visited Hazel without me because I knew that she and Hazel would probably be having a threesome with Barry....

A few weeks had past since our unexpected foursome night when, for the first time, I had my cock sucked by a another man! Carole and I hadn't really discussed that evening but, obviously, I couldn't be sure whether she had spoken about the odd turn of events with Hazel. We continued our romance as normal, going on dates, drinks at the local pubs, meals out and an occasional treat night out at a West End club, usually Crac...

After our spectacular start to 1977, Carole and I settled into a familiar boyfriend/girlfriend routine and, although our social life was limited due to lack of money, our sex life was as beautiful as ever. We were still having an amazing time but it was just the two of us. It didn't seem to make any difference, we were still great together. Carole had told me about her occasional tea breaks with Hazel and the thought of t...

Carole woke up before I did. I knew this from the whistle of the kettle and the aroma of toast! Ah, it was Sunday morning, what a lovely way to be awakened! Sitting up in bed, tea and toast on my tray and my girl by my side! Perfect! And that was how we stayed for most of the day, music playing on the radio, regular refills of tea and some beautiful lovemaking. Carole was awesome in bed, as well as being awesome out of be...

After the New Year celebrations at the club and our own New Year celebrations at Carole's flat, it was very late when we finally fell asleep. And so, it was very late when we woke up! I was actually awake for a while, wondering whether I should get up and make tea and toast. But, just as I was thinking about it, I heard Carole's voice. "Vee, do you want a cup of tea?" "Only if it comes with toast!" I replied. "Hahahaha, y...

I had to go to work on New Year's Eve but only until two o'clock. Many workers would spend the rest of the day in the pub but that wasn't really my style. Once two o'clock rolled around, I was going straight home to prepare for the big night with Carole. The paperwork tasks were mostly carried out during the time between Christmas and New Year's Eve by me and my skeleton staff and had been completed. Just a few hundred bu...