The Dentwood Nudists: Frolics and Heartaches in the Countryside

By Mervyn Evans

Claude Ball marries his childhood sweetheart and works in her father’s garage which he takes over when his father-in-law dies. After his wife dies he sells the garage, and becomes involved in the local naturist club which he then buys. There are problems with the local lads and the naturists take action. This is publicised by the local paper and gives great amusement to the town. Meanwhile, the new owner of the garage and his secretary cause mayhem in the hotel after a sexy romp on a business trip. The secretary marries a car salesman from the garage and they cause chaos on a motorway whilst driving a big American car. There is also more chaos when the local hunt gets out of control and causes havoc by crashing into the naturist club grounds.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Jun 23, 2023
• ISBN: 9781398491519

Mervyn Evans

The author was born in Selly Oak in Birmingham and went to school at Raddlebarn Road. He started work as a gardener before joining the merchant navy. He left when his father became ill and took a job at a girl’s grammar school where he met his future wife. After leaving Birmingham he moved to Daventry to work on housing maintenance and then in shopfitting. After working for the BBC World Service he took early retirement after major surgery. He then joined a narrow gauge railway in Rugby as a volunteer. This is his first book.

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About the Author

The author was born in Selly Oak in Birmingham and went to school at Raddlebarn Road. He started work as a gardener before joining the merchant navy. He left when his father became ill and took a job at a girl’s grammar school where he met his future wife. After leaving Birmingham he moved to Daventry to work on housing maintenance and then in shopfitting. After working for the BBC World Service he took early retirement after major surgery. He then joined a narrow gauge railway in Rugby as a volunteer. This is his first book.

Dedication

To my wife Glenys, and my friends Holly and Val

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Chapter 1

Claude sat in his wicker rocking chair on the porch of his American style bungalow and watched as four young girls run laughing and squealing around the miniten court. The June sun shone down on their naked bodies; birds sang in the trees that surrounded the court; all in all, it was a perfect early summer’s Sunday morning. A horn sounded and Claude turned his head and watched as another car came through the gate and into the grounds of the Dents Wood naturist caravan and campsite. The camp was situated at the end of a private lane nearly half a mile long and was a remote oasis in the heart of the countryside on the borders of Norfolk and Suffolk.

The wood covered about five acres and the vans all sat in small clearing around the outer perimeter. The centre of the wood had been cleared and a small clubhouse had been built, a sun-bathing lawn laid down and an open-air swimming pool dug out. A large barbecue area was situated at one side of the lawn, and the games courts along another side. The tents and visitors camp site were situated at the far side of the grounds directly opposite the entrance gate. All of the vans and the rest of the attractions were connected to each other by a ribbon of small hard core surfaced roads. During the summer, the roads gave off clouds of dust as cars drove over them, but in the winter, they became rivers of mud.

Claude had bought the club about fifteen years ago with the money he got from the sale of his garage. Now as he sat on the porch lifting a can of lager to his lips and taking a long pull at the cool liquid, he settled down again to watch the girls playing their game. He had known all four girls from their births, and their parents from his school days.

As the sun rose higher in the sky and the effects of the alcohol took hold, Claude’s eyes started to droop and he couldn’t stop thinking how strange life was. His mind went back to his school days, God how he had hated his first few years at school. With a name like Claude Ball, usually extended to Balls, he was the butt of every cruel joke going. If Claude had ever met his father, he would have punched him on the nose for calling him Claude. All Claude knew about his father was what his mother had told him in the few years she had lived after his birth.

He was an American love, she would say. We got together just before he went to France. The next time I saw him was about a month after you were born, and he asked me to name you Claude after his dad. When he went back to the states, he promised to send for us. Then she would pause.Rotten bastard."

For a short time, she tried to contact him but he must have given her a false name as none of the authorities had ever heard of him. Then when Claude was six his mother had come out of a pub blind drunk and had taken the short cut home along the river. Her body was found next morning by a young couple walking their dog. From what his nan had told him, his mother had slipped and had fallen into the river and had been unable to get out. From that day until he was sixteen, he lived with his nan in a rundown council house next to a railway siding.

By the time he moved up to the junior school he had started to grow, not outward but up. Then one day Piggy Trotter started picking on Jenny Bradshaw, the girl Claude was sweet on. Claude hit Piggy full in the mouth splitting both his lips and knocking him to the ground. Standing over Piggy, Claude told him that if he ever touched Jenny again, he would pulverise him. Piggy’s dad came to the school and kicked up a fuss about his son being hit by that little bastard Claude Balls, but the headmaster told Mr Trotter that Cyril had been bullying smaller children for some time and now he had met his match. Jenny had told her parents what had happened at school and they said she could ask Claude back for tea if she wished.

Jenny was delighted and a couple of days later she walked hand in hand with Claude from the bus stop to her home. The Bradshaw’s owned a petrol station and repair shop, with a small roadside cafe next door. Situated on the main road about half a mile from the out skirts of Hemmsdyke, Bradshaw’s garage and The Ace in the Hole Cafe got all the passing trade it could handle. Plus, all of the locals who refused to patronise Trotter’s motor showrooms in the town Centre. Mr and Mrs Bradshaw made Claude welcome and thanked him for looking after their daughter, then Mrs Bradshaw brought out the tea and fancy cakes.

Claude, thinking he’d be a gentleman picked up the plate of cakes and offered them to Jenny. The look on her face told him he had done something wrong. Mr Bradshaw gave a cough. We say grace before we eat here young man, we thank the lord for his bounties.

Claude put the plate down but he could feel himself going red. Sorry Sir, he said as he looked away. Mr Bradshaw said a prayer, then turning to Claude he said. Now you can offer Jenny a cake. The four sat eating and drinking and making small talk before Mr Bradshaw turned his full attention on Claude. And what do you want to do when you grow up young man, have you got a job in mind?

Oh Jack, the lad’s only ten, give him a chance, Mrs Bradshaw said as she handed the plate of cakes around.

Claude took one and put it on his plate. "Well Sir, I like cars, the man next doors got an Austin Ruby and a Morris Thousand Series E and he’s been working on them and I’ve been helping him. I know how an engine works, and when he takes the back axle off the Austin, he’ll show me how that works to.

Mr Bradshaw was impressed, Do you want to be a mechanic then?

Yes Sir, Claude said enthusiastically, almost losing the cake off his plate.

Would you like to have a look around my garage?

Yes, please Sir.

Right then, you eat your cake, and I will show you what a real garage looks like.

Claude ate his cake as quickly as decently possible then he followed Mr Bradshaw and Jenny out of the house and over to the workshops. Mr Bradshaw opened a small door in the big doors and stepped inside. Claude let Jenny go next then he stepped over the threshold and into the oily and petrol smelling workshop. The only windows in the building were quite high up the walls and were filthy dirty so very little light filtered through to the floor. Jenny stood by the door so Claude waited with her until Mr Bradshaw switched on the light. Then Mr Bradshaw took Claude on a guided tour of the workshop. He showed him how the car hoist worked, a dismantled engine, and the trays of tools the men used. Then he let Claude go down into the inspection pit and look at the underside of a van that one of the men was working on.

He switched on an extension light and handed it to Claude. Here have a good look, you get a different perspective from that angle.

Claude walked along the pit holding the lamp up over his head. When he got to the other end of the pit, he walked up the steps and handed the light to Mr Bradshaw. He had a big grin all over his face.

Thank you, sir that was great, he said as he took a paper towel from Jenny and wiped his hands.

Have you got a bike lad? Mr Bradshaw asked as he unlocked a door at the back of the workshops.

No Sir, Claude said as he looked in surprise at Jenny. Do you have any hobbies?

Oh yes Sir, I go fishing, I like making models and I help Mr Yardley with his cars.

What models do you make?

Oh, just what people give me at Christmas and my birthday.

Where do you go fishing?

The river, Sir, down by the riding stables.

Good lord, are there still fish in there? I thought most people went to the broads from here.

They do Sir, but I can’t get there, and it costs too much. I catch lots of fish in the river, Roach, Bream Perch and Pike, and I can walk there from my house.

Would you like to earn a few bobs on a Saturday morning? Mr Bradshaw asked as he started pulling some boxes away from the back wall of the storeroom.

Well yes Sir, doing what?

If I can find this bike you could come over and help Jenny clean the cars on the forecourt, how does that sound? Ah, here’s that bike, help me get it out please Claude.

Claude grabbed the saddle and helped lift the bike over the rubbish. Mr Bradshaw lowered the bike to the floor and pushed it out into the garage. The bike was a grocer’s shop bike, black with a basket on the front. Unfortunately, when they studied it closely, they found both tires had perished. Tell you what son, I’ll get one of the lads in the shop to get it mended and Jenny and I’ll bring it over to your house one night, how does that sound?

You’re giving me the bike, Sir?

Yes, why, don’t you want it?

Oh yes Sir, it’s just I’m not used to anyone giving me things.

Well, it’s better than it just sitting there, and you’ll get some fun out of it I’ve no doubt. Now, I think it’s about time I took you home or your nan will be wondering where you’ve got to.

Claude thanked Mrs Bradshaw for his tea, then he got into the back of Mr Bradshaw’s Rover with Jenny and was driven home in style. At his nan’s, he thanked Mr Bradshaw and said goodnight to Jenny, then stood and watched until the car was out of sight before going into the house. In the car Jenny leant over the seat and gave her dad a kiss on the cheek. What was that for?

For being nice to Claude.

You like him, don’t you? Pity about his name, but he seems a nice lad.

Much to her father’s alarm Jenny clambered over the seat and sat next to him and rested her head on his shoulder. Thanks.

That’s OK love, if it makes you happy that’s all that matters.

Mr Bradshaw was as good as his word. Three nights later, he arrived at the back door of Claude’s nans in the garage’s van and unloaded the bike, now all shiny and clean.

Claude started at the garage on the following Saturday much to Jenny’s delight. He helped clean cars, ran errands and held spanners when asked. In the holidays he spent most of his days at the garage or down at the river fishing. Mr Bradshaw had taken them all to the Broads on a couple of occasions so that Claude could try his luck on bigger rivers. Claude had taken full advantage of his time there and had netted some nice fish. When Claude was eleven, he moved up into the senior school, and twelve months later Jenny also moved up. Unfortunately, the girl’s senior school was over a mile away from the boy’s school and closer to her home, so the time they had together was drastically cut.

Over the next four years Claude did more and more at the garage, he stopped helping Jenny clean cars and started helping to repair them. He saved his money until he had enough to put a deposit on a smart new dropped handled bike. Not being old enough to get hire purchase Bradshaw signed the papers and Claude made the monthly repayments.

In the holidays Claude would set out for a day’s ride in the country with Jenny, the two of them revelling in the freedom their bikes gave them. When they went fishing, out came the grocer’s bike and the creel was put in the basket and off he would pedal; wishing he had the gears of the other bike. By the time Claude left school he was almost as good a mechanic as some of the eighteen-and nineteen-year-olds doing their apprenticeships at the garage. Mr Bradshaw had offered Claude an apprenticeship and he had jumped at the chance of becoming a fully qualified motor mechanic. Claude was only fourteen when he left school in July 1960, his fifteenth birthday was at the end of August so Mr Bradshaw told him to spend the next six weeks or so enjoying himself. Jenny had had her fourteenth birthday at the beginning of July so she still had a year left at school. The summer was a hot one and the two teenagers spent most of their time cycling, walking and fishing. One very hot morning down by the river Claude had put his umbrella up and sat stripped to the waist, the fish weren’t biting and Jenny was getting a bit bored. Didn’t you bring your suntan lotion? Claude asked.

Yes, why?

I thought you were going to sunbathe.

I am, but my blouse and shorts keep sticking to me, it’s horrible.

Why didn’t you bring your swimming costume.

You’ve got be joking, mum and dad would do their nuts.

Would they know?

I think mum would notice if I got suntan lotion on my cozi and I kept washing it.

Well, you’ve got your bra and knickers on, haven’t you?

Yes, why?

Well why don’t you sit in them? I bet they cover more of you than a swimming costume.

What if someone comes and sees me? They might tell mum and dad.

All the years we’ve been fishing here and we’ve only seen a couple of people, and we heard them long before they got anywhere near us. Go on, be a devil.

You won’t tell anyone will you?

Claude slid off his creel and put his arm around Jenny’s waist. After all the time we’ve been together do you think I’d do anything to hurt you?

Sorry love, will you see if there’s anyone on the path?

OK wait a minute. Claude jumped up and ran to the end of the track, he looked both ways then ran back. Not a soul love, honest, I looked both ways. He sat down next to her and waited.

Jenny looked around then started to undo a couple of the buttons of her blouse. She tried to pull the blouse over her head but it stuck to her like skin. Ugh it’s soaking wet, she said, so she undid the rest of the buttons.

Claude sat enthralled as the blouse slowly came open. As Jenny wriggled out of the wet blouse her breasts rocked to and from in her bra, Claude just sat mesmerised as Jenny lay the blouse out on the grass to dry.

What are you looking at? Jenny asked as she was about to take her shorts off.

You’ve got a smashing figure, Claude said as he stared at the white bra and the soft flesh above it. Jenny giggled. Don’t you tell anyone, you promised. Then she undid the buttons on her shorts and Claude’s eye’s opened even further as Jenny lay on her back and slid the shorts down her legs. He stared and looked at the bulge in the material of her soft white knickers. Jenny had thick black hair and Claude could see a very dark triangle under the material before she sat upright and lay the shorts on the grass. There is one problem, if mum sees my strap marks, she’ll know I’ve had my blouse off.

Why don’t you let the straps hang down?

Well, I could take them off, there detachable, look. And so saying she undid one strap at the front of her bra. Shall I take them off?

Yes, why not? Jenny undid the other side then asked Claude to undo the straps at the back. Give them here and I’ll put them in my bag, I don’t want to lose them, do I?

Claude wasn’t really listening, as he had been undoing the straps, he had looked over Jenny’s shoulder and had seen one of her nipples when her bra had moved. Jenny handed him the suntan cream and asked him to put some on her shoulders. Squeezing some cream onto his hand he gently rubbed it over her soft skin. When he was done, he handed the cream to her and sat back on his creel. Jenny rubbed cream on her chest and the top of her breasts before screwing the cap back on the tube and dropping it in her bag. As she turned to lie down, she saw Claude was watching her. What’s the matter? she said.

You look lovely Jen; you’ve got a smashing figure. Will you take your bra off please?

What, here?

Please, no one will see you, honest.

Jenny lowered her head. "I don’t know, what if someone finds out. It would upset mum and dad.

No one will know, we’ve hardly ever seen anyone here, have we?

Alright, go and see if there’s any one on the path.

Claude shot off his creel and ran up the track to the main path, he looked both ways then ran back. There’s no one there, honest. Jenny looked around her then pulled the bra down to her waist, turned it around and undid the catch. Claude sat wide eyed and open mouthed as he stared at the two white mounds of soft flesh rippling as Jenny put the bra away. Can I touch them please?

Jenny giggled. Alright, don’t squeeze them too hard, will you? Claude slid off the creel and knelt in front of Jenny and lifted his hands up to her breasts. As his hands closed over her flesh Jenny gave a sigh of pleasure. She leaned forward and kissed Claude on the lips. I’ve wanted to ask you to do that ever since they started to grow, but I was afraid to.

Claude gave her a kiss and said he’d wanted to ask if he could play with them, but he too was afraid to ask. As they looked into each other’s eyes, Claude ran Jenny’s nipples though his thumb and finger sending quivers of pleasure though her body. Lie down and I’ll kiss them for you. Claude said letting go of her. Jenny put her bag under her head and lay back on the grass, Claude bent over her and started to suck the nipple on her right breast while gently massaging the left one.

Suck the other one, please, Jenny said softly. Claude did as he was asked, and with his left arm under her shoulders holding her close to him, he ran his right hand down over her stomach. Slowly his hand moved down to her knickers, the inside of her thighs, still sucking her breasts, his hand finely rested on her crotch.

Put your hand inside. Claude heard her say as he ran his tongue around one of her nipples. He needed no second invitation, and he slid his hand under the elastic and over the soft mound of jet-black hair. Then his fingers sank into the soft wet flesh and Jenny gave a long low moan.

Slowly at first, then faster and faster Claude moved his fingers inside her. Then Jenny flung her arm around Claude’s neck and hung onto him as her whole body convulsed and rippled with pleasure as she squealed down his ear. She put her hand on top of his and made him slow down then she bought her legs together and lay panting in Claude’s arms.

Claude bent his head down and the two of them kissed with a passion that sent the blood rushing to Claude’s groin. Jenny pulled away and looked up at Claude as they lay entwined. Thank you. That was lovely, can I see yours, please?

Claude kissed her again then laid her on the grass. Kneeling by her side he undid his belt and his zip then pushed his trousers and under pants down to his knees. Jenny sat wide-eyed and open mouthed as she took in the size of his manhood. God, does that go where I think it does? Jenny asked as she took hold of it in her right hand. It’s as hard as iron, doesn’t it hurt?

I don’t think so, lots of people do it and they seem to like it.

Jenny squeezed the top of it with her left hand and giggled. Oh it’s all soft. But Claude wasn’t listening, Jenny was slowly moving her right hand up and down. Is that nice?"

Claude just nodded his head as he sat back on his haunches while Jenny played. Then she heard him say, A bit faster. Jenny riddled a bit closer and started going faster. Then Claude was panting and all of a sudden thick liquid started flying all over the place.

Jenny nearly stopped, but Claude’s hand was on hers, gently slowing her down until finally stopping it from moving. Oh god Jenny, that was smashing, thanks.

Jenny pulled her hand away. That’s made my hand ache, is this what makes babies? She said sticking her finger in the puddles of liquid that had splashed over their legs and stomachs.

Yes, here I’ll get my handkerchief and wipe it off.

It’s alright I’ve got some toilet paper in my bag. After she had dried them off, she knelt in front of Claude, he still had his trousers around his knees as he sat looking at Jenny.

Go up to the path and see if were still alone here, if we are will you get undressed and come and lie with me for the rest of the day?

Claude pulled his trousers up and ran up the track, he was back in a moment undoing his trousers at the same time. He took his shoes off then his trousers and under pants and stood before Jenny stark naked. Let’s lie under the umbrella, it’s getting too hot out here.

For the rest of the day, they lay kissing and fondling each other. Claude satisfied Jenny twice more during the day giving her the same violent pleasure as the first time. Then just before they got dressed Jenny played with Claude again, and once again was fascinated as his ejaculation flew all over the place. During the time they had been kissing and cuddling Jenny had made Claude promise not to try and have sex with her, she wanted to play with him but she was only fourteen and there was no way she was going to hurt her mum and dad by getting pregnant.

At first Claude protested that it wasn’t fair to let him get so far then to stop him, but in the end he promised. Jenny told him he could play with her at any time they were alone, and as her parents trusted her that was most of the time, they were together. The rest of the holiday passed all to quickly for the young couple. Most of the time they went fishing, although most of the time very little fishing was done the pair got to know each other’s bodies intimately, and when Jenny started back to school for her last year her mum brought her all-new underwear including nylons and suspenders.

Claude kept his word and did not try to do anything, that Jenny said no to and their love grew in its intensity. When Jenny left school, she too joined the family firm, she took over the switch board in the office, and the woman who had been there took over the service desk. Business was booming and the garage and cafe became a stopping off point for holiday makers and lorry drivers. The only cloud on the horizon was Claude’s nan, she had gone into hospital for some tests and had been told she had cancer of the stomach. She had stayed in hospital and Claude had moved into the Bradshaw’s spare room on a temporary basis.

His nan died in October 1961. Claude was devastated, he had lost his only relative and his home at one foul of stroke. Jack Bradshaw took control of the funeral arrangements and the emptying of the house. Nan had left enough money for the funeral and there was a sum of hundred left over for Claude. The Ace In The Hole Cafe had a small flat above it and Mr Bradshaw put Claude’s furniture in it. As the two men sat on the top step leading to the flat, Mr Bradshaw asked Claude what he intended to do about a home. I don’t know Sir, the council said I’m too young to take out a tenancy and I can’t afford a private room.

What if you did this place up? It’s a bit basic but it’s sound and you’ve got all your furniture. If you clean and paint it should make a nice home, what do you say?

Yes, pleas Sir, I’d love to say here, how much rent would you want?

Nothing lad, you do it up and it’s yours, and let’s face it, one day you and someone close to both of us may need a home when you get married, right?

I hope so Sir, and thank you very much.

I think it’s about time you started calling me by my name don’t you lad? From now on I’m Jack, OK?

If you say so Sir, thank you.

Thank you who? Claude laughed.

Thank you, Jack.

Jack slapped Claude on the back. Come on, you can stay in the spare room till you and Jenny get this place in tip-top shape.

Over the next two months every spare moment the two kids had was spent cleaning, painting and decorating the flat.

Christmas and the new year were spent still in the spare room, though the flat was well on the way to completion. It was just after Christmas that Mr and Mrs Bradshaw went on a Mediterranean cruise and had left the two youngsters on their own. Jack had called Claude into the office just before they were due to leave and had asked him to sit down.

Jack pushed his chair back and had looked at Claude for a moment before starting his little speech. You know the wife and I are off on Friday don’t you?

Yes Jack,

Well. We’re trusting you two to be on your best behaviour, do you get my drift?

Oh yes, Jack I get your meaning.

Good, I Know you don’t need an empty house to get it together but it is a temptation. Can I ask you a straight question?

Yes.

You and Jenny, is there any chance she might be pregnant?

No, Jack, none at all, you have my word on that. Inside Claude could feel himself getting sick and hoped it didn’t show.

Thanks lad, believe you. I hope you don’t think I’m prying but, she’s only fifteen and I was your age once. Jack’s next question shook Claude. Have you asked her if she would?

Claude didn’t need to answer. His face gave him away. I don’t blame you for trying lad, I take it, she said no?

Yes.

Can I ask why she said no?

Claude took a deep breath before answering. She loves you both, you’ve been so good to her and me that she and I would hate to hurt you, or disgrace you in any way.

Jack Bradshaw took out a handkerchief and blew his nose, That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me. He stood up and held his hand out to Claude who took it with relief. Don’t tell the lass that we’ve had this conversation, will you lad, you know me we trust you after all these years. Let’s face it you’ve had more time alone than most married couples. You do know there are other ways of getting pleasure together without actually having sex, don’t you?

Claude felt himself going red. again he didn’t have to say anything. Jack burst out laughing. It’s alright lad, as long as you’re not forcing Jenny to do anything against her will, I won’t say anything, you’re not forcing her I hope?

No. I’m not Jack, we love each other, everything we do with each other we do for that reason. Claude was shaking, not knowing where this conversation was leading.

OK lad. Thanks for being honest. I’m leaving you and Jenny in charge of the house. John will be in overall control of the garage and the cafe, OK?

Yes, and thanks for trusting us, we won’t let you down I promise, Claude stood up and was about to leave when Jack said something Claude thought he’d misheard.

No you won’t. that’s why you and Jenny can use our bedroom while we’re away, on the understanding that if you let me down, I’ll make damn sure you never work in Hemmsdyke again and I’ll do my damnedest to make sure you never see my Jenny again, understood?

Claude was really shaking now. Understood Jack, may I ask why you’re telling us to use your room?

Once again Jack laughed. Are you telling me you two hadn’t thought of it on your own?

Well the thought had crossed our minds, but not to use it all the time.

Well, I’ve spoken to Peggy, she was a bit upset at first. But like I told her I’d rather you knew we knew; than for you to worry we might find out and get mad. In this she is like me, she trusts you both. So have some fun but don’t let us down. Now you’d better get back to work. I don’t pay you to sit around chatting, do I? And I appreciate your honesty I hope you and Jenny will marry one day, you’ll make her mother and I very happy. He held his hand out and Claude took and shook it warmly before going back to the workshop.

He jumped as John’s voice sounded in his ear. Oh there you are, have you been up in Jack’s office all this time?

Yes.

Are you alright? You look bloody awful. Had a bollocking or something?

No just a chat.

Right then get that Angla finished, or Mr Bird will have your guts for garters.

Claude finished the Ford and took his overalls off, then he washed his hands and punched his timecard before he went over to the house. He opened the kitchen door and shouted, It’s only me Mrs Bradshaw.

But before he had time to get to the stairs Peggy came out of the living room and stopped him. She asked if he could spare a minute for a chat. They went into the living room and sat down. "Jack just rang, he told me he’d had a talk with you, I’m sorry if you think we’re interfering in your private lives but we have a good reason. You see when Jack and I first met, I was sixteen and Jack was eighteen, unfortunately our parents were strict Methodists. Neither family had a radio. We’d never been to the cinema, smoking and alcohol were definite no-no’s. We met at the Sunday morning meetings and took a shine to each other straight away. Jack asked my father if he could ask me out one Saturday afternoon. He was told, in no uncertain terms, that no daughter of his was going out unchaperoned.

"So, Jack asked his mother to ask me to go for tea, then my mother asked him to tea. That’s how it went on for over a year, we never got to talk alone let alone kiss and cuddle. Then Jack’s father had a heart attack and went into hospital. I would go over to Jack’s and then to the hospital with him and his mother. Once there, his mother forgot about us and we would tell her we were going to the hospital cafe for a drink, Instead, we went outside and around to the back of the ward. There was a railway line that ran past the hospital and there was small hut by the fence, Jack and I had our first kiss in there.

The first time we went in there it was a bit tame, we were both frightened of being found out. The second time, well, Peggy lowered her head and took a deep breath, "We kissed, then I felt Jack’s hand on my jumper over my breast, he whispered in my ear that he wanted to see and feel me.

After over a year not even kissing I was game and I pulled up my jumper and lifted my bra off. Jack buried his face in my chest and we just hugged each other for at least fifteen minutes. From then on, until his father died, we used that shed for sex, we knew nothing about contraception and every month we would start worrying until I knew I was safe. When we finally got married, we vowed that if we ever had a child, we would never put it through what we’d been through. So that’s why we’ve not interfered in your lives until now. Jenny is growing into a very pretty young woman, and you wouldn’t be human if you didn’t fancy her. I’m glad you have fun together just don’t go too far and get hurt, alright?

We won’t, Mrs Bradshaw, but we do love each other and when were together what we do just comes naturally.

I know Claude, that’s why we are glad Jenny has a good and steady young man like you. Now, you go and get washed and changed ready for tea.

Claude ran upstairs, God, his mind was in a state. He sat on the bed and ran what had just been said over in his mind again. It wasn’t every girl’s mother and father who encouraged their daughter’s boyfriend to have a sexual relationship with their daughter. That had been nearly four weeks ago. John had taken Jack and Peggy to Southampton in the Rover, and as good as his word, Jack had rung to say they were on board and wouldn’t be coming home unexpectedly.

The last weeks had been heaven. After work when only the cafe and the pumps were left open, and there was little chance of them being disturbed they would undress and spend the whole night kissing and fondling each other. The nights in the double bed were heaven to, they slept wrapped in each other’s arms, and it was a difficult job in the mornings getting up for work. The three weeks Jack and Peggy were away seemed to fly by. Little work had been done on the flat, the two kids were too engrossed in each other. Jenny’s folks were due back on Thursday evening and sitting on the settee on Monday night Jenny told Claude she had something for him. She leant over and picked up her handbag and took out a packet of three contraceptives. Where did you buy those?

At that new shop in the high street, why?

What if someone recognised, you, we could be in trouble.

No one knew me, I made sure of that. I bought a load of things and these were just one more item.

Why did you buy them?

Why do you think?

Look love, we both promised your folks we wouldn’t take any risks, didn’t we?

I know, but I’m due to start on Thursday or Friday and if it should break it won’t make any difference. What’s the matter, don’t you want to make love to me?

God, if you only knew. Are you positive you want to do this? And what if your folks ask us if we did it?

Lie!

You what?

Lie, why should they know what we do. Claude sat with his arm around Jenny’s shoulders.

Look he wants me, Jenny said as she took hold of Claude’s manhood.

Are you certain you will start on time?

No, no woman ever is, but it’ll be about then. Please love, make me a woman.

Where do you want to do it?

In mum and dad’s bed, they’ve had that bed over twenty years so that’s probably where mum conceived me.

Blimey, I hope you don’t want to conceive our child in there, at least not yet. Jenny giggled.

Do you want us to have children?

Yes, but not yet, do you really want us to do it now?

Yes, don’t you?

Yes, alright, come on then. They ran upstairs and into the big bedroom and Jenny jumped onto the bed. Can we leave the light on?

Yes.

Good, come on I’ll put it on. I don’t want your rough hands breaking it before we even start.

Jen, can I put it in without it on, just for a moment? You know, the first time, do it properly, I’ll take it out after a minute, I promise. Jenny grinned.

You are a nice bloke, yes come on. Jenny lay full length on the bed and Claude positioned himself on top. Don’t leave it in too long will you?

No love, are you ready?

Yes Claude gently eased himself inside her and when comfortable he lay on top of her and started kissing her face. I’m not hurting you am I?

No, god it’s lovely. Claude started moving inside her and Jenny started panting with pleasure. Don’t do it inside me will you? Jenny gasped.

Claude stopped moving, and eased himself out. Put the thing on then, but hurry up I’m nearly there.

Jenny tore open the little packet and pulled out the slippery pink condom and put it onto Claude’s manhood. Should it smell like that? Claude asked.

I don’t know, I’ve never done this before, have I? Once the condom was in place Jenny got back onto the bed and lay waiting. Claude was soon back inside her and as he brought her to a climax Jenny squealed and giggled in his ear nearly deafening him. Then it was his turn and he let fly with all he had, and as their bodies bounced on the bed the pair revelled in their newfound sexuality.

Claude slowed and gave Jenny a kiss. Well was it as good as you had hoped?

Oh love, that was just mind blowing, will you take it out just in case.

Claude eased out of her and rolled over onto his back.

Oh god love, I hope that was as good for you as it was for me?

He got no reply and when he looked Jenny was crying. What’s up love did I hurt you? For a moment Jenny said nothing then Claude heard her say.

That was the most wonderful thing we’ve ever done, thank you. She turned over and kissed Claude.

They lay for a couple of minutes then Jenny sat up and helped take the johnny off, she squeezed it and when nothing came out she took a tissue from a box and wrapped the condom and it’s packet up. That must go down the toilet. Now let me dry you.

Jenny wiped Claude, then Claude dried Jenny. When can we do it again? Jenny asked as she rolled on top of Claude. Well you’ve bought three and you reckon you’ll start in a couple of days so it’s up to you.

Jenny gave a giggle and leaned off the bed, picked up her bag and took out two more packets of three condoms. They used one packet that night and the early morning. At midday on Tuesday while Claude was eating his meal in the cafe, Jenny came in and made him eat up quickly. Then she pulled him over to the house and made him make love to her again. He enjoyed it but with a full stomach and the fact that he’d been at it all night and had done a morning’s work he wasn’t surprised that he felt like death for the rest of the day. They had hardly finished the washing up after their evening meal, when Jenny asked Claude to take her to bed and make love.

Claude said no. Look love we had nine of those things, now we’ve got five, and I need a rest. If we use one tonight, two tomorrow, and two Thursday we can spread it out, OK?

No, I want it now. I can get some more tomorrow. Better still, you could get some from the machine in the gent’s toilet in the cafe. Jenny stood there with her hands on her hips. Well, will you get some or have I got to go in and get them myself?

You wouldn’t.

Oh yes I would, What’s the matter? Don’t you want me now?

You know I do, but we did it three times last night, dinnertime and I’ve done a day’s work. I hardly got any sleep last night.

I was there too, you know. Jenny said.

I know love, but you’ve been sitting down all day. Tell you what, you let me sit here and listen to the radio for a bit then we can have an early night. How does that sound?

Will you give me a bath and kiss it?

If that’s what you want, you know I will. Jenny thought for a moment then said. OK, you win, can I sit on your lap? She did, and later that night Claude performed twice more before falling into a deep sleep.

The following morning when the alarm sounded and Claude lifted his head off the pillow Jenny had gone. He stretched and got out of bed and went into the bathroom. Jenny was sitting on the edge of the bath and looked cross.

What’s up? He asked as he relieved himself.

I’ve started, all that pounding must have bought me on. Damn, damn, damn. Tears started running down her face. We should have started doing it sooner. Now we I’ve got to wait another week.

Claude was alarmed. Hang on love, I’m not taking risks. We wait until just before you start next time and not before, right?

Why? Jenny shouted back, as tears started running down her face again and she buried her face in a towel.

You know why, love, I have no intention of getting you pregnant, and you don’t want to be pregnant do you?

Jenny rubbed the towel over her face and looked at Claude with big red eyes. We could be careful, couldn’t we?

Yes, but accidents do happen and I’m not taking chances, and that’s that. We’ll do it just before you start next time and not before. OK?

Jenny looked up at him and Claude could see hatred in her eyes. God, what had they started?

We’ll see, she said and left the bathroom.

All that day Claude thought about Jenny and the situation he now found himself in, he was dreading the evening together and that upset him. In all their time together, there had hardly been a cross word between them. Now he felt he’d got himself in too deep. Jenny hadn’t come over to the cafe at dinnertime, and he was very nervous as he sat at the kitchen table that evening with his mug of tea waiting for her. He heard the gate bang to and a moment later Jenny came into the kitchen. Hi love, is there any tea left in the pot?

Yes I’ve only just made it. How I’ve you been today?

Not too good, I hurt. Jenny poured the tea and sat next to Claude. I’m sorry about this morning, I didn’t mean to be nasty to you, only I was so frustrated. I’ve enjoyed the last two days so much; I don’t know what I thought it would be like; but I never thought it would be as good as that. Sorry I didn’t come over at dinner time, I was thinking. Do you think mum and dad would let us get married when I’m sixteen? We’ve got the flat, they know we have sex, of a sort, and don’t mind. We’ve both got steady jobs, and we’ll have been together nine years by then. What do you think?

Claude sat at the table with both his hands clasped around his mug of tea and thought a moment. Did you enjoy it that much love?

Yes I want it now, I can’t go back to how we were, love, not after the last three weeks. Do you want to get married?

Without hesitation Claude said, Yes, as soon as possible. But I’m not going to take any chances, We have sex at the end of the month or we wait until we’re married, agreed?

You won’t stop playing with me will you?

Good god no, but what do we do if they say no?

Jenny started crying and shaking her head. I don’t know. Claude pulled her to him and sat her on his lap. Look, if they say no we can still play and do the sex at the end of the month, it’s not what we want but it’ll be the best we can do. Don’t forget I’ll only be seventeen.

I know but we’ve got more, now than couples in their twenties, a home, two full time jobs, I’ve got savings, you’ve got most of that money from your nan, what more is there?

Your mum and dad’s permission. Look I’m hungry, shall we go to the cafe for our evening meal?

Are you getting washed and changed?

Yes give me five minutes and I’ll be with you. Thanks for talking to me, I was so afraid you had fallen out with me. You know how much you mean to me, and how much I want you, but I’m not ruining our lives for a few minutes’ fun. We’ve got everything we want, let’s not chuck it all away, OK?

Alright, but you will still do it if we’re careful, wouldn’t you?

Yes, now I’m going to get washed and changed, back in a moment. He leaned over and kissed her before leaving the kitchen.

That night they lay in bed and discussed what they would say to Jenny’s folks. It was Jenny who decided on their course of action. Dad won’t start work until Monday, if you have a talk to him and I talk to mum, when they talk to each other they’ll know how we both feel.

When do you suggest we speak to them? Jenny thought for a moment. "Well, at the weekend they’ll still be telling us about the cruise, so let’s do it Monday. If we change our dinner break from twelve thirty to twelve, then