CHAPTER SIX- Keys to the Castle

The following day …  Sunday 23rd January …

9:00 am

Roger sat up in bed, yawned, stretched and looked around. The curtains were drawn and the room was in semi-darkness, but it was obvious from the shafts of light peeking in through the gaps that it was daylight outside. There was an old wind up alarm on the bedside cabinet, but it had run down ages ago and had never been wound up since. He looked to his watch to discover that it was nine o'clock in the morning.
Mimi, lying by Roger's side, rubbed her eyes and pulled herself up on the pillows. She had just woken up too.
 "What time is it?" she asked sleepily.
She was naked and so was Roger.
"Nine o'clock," he told her.
Mimi yawned. She hated Sundays. Later in the day she was due to return to London, which meant that the time spent with Roger would be curtailed as  soon as darkness began to fall.
"What are we doing today Roger?" asked Mimi with a yawn of her own.
Roger leaned across and kissed Mimi on the lips.
"We could stop in bed until you have to leave," he suggested.
Mimi put her hand down below the bedclothes to discover a stiffening penis. She giggled.
"Well perhaps we could stop in bed a little bit longer, but not all day please Roger. I want to go out somewhere," she told him whilst at the same time stroking his shaft gently up and down.
 "Where do you want to go then?" he asked and at the same time running a tongue around the nearest nipple.
"Back to the castle to start with. We were rudely interrupted there last night and I want to go back to our bench," she told him, her cupped hand still moving gently up and down beneath the sheets.
Roger's shaft was rapidly becoming rampant. Whatever Mimi was doing, she was doing it right.
"Afterwards, it's back to the castle and our bench then," agreed Roger and giving the nipple an extra little suck.
"After what?" asked Mimi, as if she did not know.
Roger rolled on top of Mimi and she spread her legs. His now rigid penis slid inside her and he held that position for a moment.
"After this," he told her.
Mimi shut her eyes as Roger began to move his shaft slowly in and out of her dripping wet pussy.
Suddenly all thoughts of castles and benches were gone.
Perhaps Roger was right with his first suggestion!

10:00 am

Tracy Goodyear walked out of her front door and set off up the hill towards the ruins of the old castle. Yesterday's dancing session had been exhausting, and she needed a breath of fresh air. She decided the best thing to do was go for a walk.
On a bench positioned between the car park and the cliff tops sat Wendy. She was looking out to sea and did not hear Tracy approaching until she was nearly upon her. On hearing footsteps, Wendy turned, smiled, and greeted her visitor. However, she remained a little surprised.
"Morning Tracy," she said to her.
Tracy plonked herself down alongside Wendy, buttoned up her coat, and turned up her collar. The weather was a bit blustery on top of the cliffs, and the sky was a little overcast. Low, dark, rain-bearing clouds were scudding by just above the castle ruins. The only consolation, if anything, was that it was not actually raining.
"Morning Wendy," replied Tracy after a while.
"Just out for a walk then Tracy?" asked Wendy.
"Yes, after all that dancing yesterday, I reckoned a good stiff walk would blow some of the cobwebs away," explained Tracy.
"Me too Tracy," agreed Wendy. "I just had to come out for a breath of fresh air."
For a while the two girls just sat on the bench and looked out to sea. It was a chance meeting of course: Or was it? Both girls somehow reckoned that the other would be there. It was an uncanny feeling.
"Great birthday party yesterday Wendy," said Tracy after a while.
Wendy smiled.
"I'm glad you liked it Tracy," returned Wendy.
"And thanks for dancing with me for most of the party," said Tracy.
Wendy smiled again.
"You're the only one for me Tracy," said Wendy. "You must know that by now… don't you?"
Tracy put an arm around Wendy and cuddled her close.
"Of course I know it Wendy… of course I know it," Tracy assured her.
For a little while longer the two girls just sat cuddled together and looking out to sea. This is something they did on odd occasions, but usually at night and when it was dark. They both enjoyed each other's company. Wendy opened up her coat at the top a little so that Tracy's free hand could enter and slide down beneath her clothes to fondle her breasts. This too was something that generally happened. Wendy loved it. It was so comforting to be loved by Tracy. She was so gentle with her.
As Tracy's hand slid beneath the bra, Wendy shuffled uneasily. She needed more than just a gentle touch today. The simple fondling of her breasts somehow did not seem to excite her anymore. Perhaps it was the fact that she had reached eighteen and adulthood made all the difference? Perhaps she was a big grown up girl now and should expect something different? To be truthful she did not know what it was she was feeling. The only thing was, her body was screaming out for something more. But exactly what that was, she had no idea.
"Squeeze my nipples please Tracy," Wendy told her.
Tracy thought the request odd, but did not contest it. Slowly she began to roll an ever hardening nipple between thumb and forefinger. Gradually her grip tightened and Wendy began to moan with pleasure.
"Harder Tracy!" she said. "Harder please!"
Tracy tightened her grip. She leaned forward and their lips met.
But the kiss did not last very long. It was disturbed by the sound of a car pulling into the car park behind them.
"Let's go for a walk shall we Wendy," said Tracy suggesting that they move to somewhere a little more private.
Wendy turned her head towards the car, then turned back to look into Tracy's eyes. She nodded her head in a positive response.
"I think we should Tracy," she replied. "Let's go somewhere where we won't be disturbed."

10:30 am

Mimi and Roger, in the Mercedes, scaled the steep hill to Castle Point, leaving the flat coastal strip of sweeping bay and sand dunes behind them. As the road levelled out, the big car glided smoothly past the first of three old cottages on the right. Yesterday there had been cars parked all along this stretch of road, obviously from people attending the party at the cottage nearest the castle. There were just three old cottages in the row. Roger noted that the first cottage you met, the one perched right on top of the rise, was for sale. If there had been a 'For Sale' sign there yesterday, then he had not noticed it: The sign must have been obscured by the cars. He made a mental note that if he was ever to move permanently into this area, then this was the type of place he would enjoy. From the windows in Summer there would be some beautiful views looking back across the long sweeping bay with all the little yachts bobbing about in the harbour.
Roger shook his head to clear his wandering mind. Thoughts of marriage and settling down with a place of his own were all alien to him. What was he thinking of?
Roger pulled the Mercedes up inside the small car park alongside the old castle ruins and switched off the ignition. Two girls were just rising from off a bench and beginning to walk slowly hand in hand down the cliff-top path and away from the castle.
Over on the other side of the car park, over by the castle walls, was parked another vehicle. It was a van belonging to the 'Castle Trust', the national charity that owned and maintained the old castle ruins and surrounding grounds. Roger wondered if he would know the driver of the van. He had spent quite some time last summer with several of the charity's representatives whilst researching the dungeon project, so there was a fair chance that he would know the driver of the van.
Roger turned to Mimi and spoke with a little urgency.
"Come on Mimi," he told her. "I want to see who's come in that van over there."
Mimi and Roger got out and walked hand in hand across the car park. The van had been parked in line with the iron gate that covered the portal to the  chambers and catacombs below, so the entrance had been obscured from view. On rounding the van Roger could see that the gate was open and a sign had been placed in the entrance. It read: 'Danger - Do Not Enter - Men working below' in big red letters.
"Is somebody down there?" asked Mimi as they approached the gate.
Roger nodded his head.
"I guess so… they're not around up here anyway," he told Mimi.
"And you think it's someone you know?" added Mimi.
"Could possibly be Mimi," Roger answered, then went on to explain: "I met one or two guys here last summer and they showed me around the place… there are miles and miles of passageways below this castle, and it's a completely different world when you're down there."
"And the dungeon's down there too isn't Roger? The one you copied for the exhibition," asked Mimi.
Roger nodded his head thoughtfully.
"The original dungeon, cells and alcoves are all down there somewhere Mimi," he replied.
The couple, walking hand in hand, stopped at the gate and peered into the gloom of the passageway beyond. The ground inside ran level for a short distance and then descended into darkness. From the outside all that could be seen was the top of the first step. On the arched ceiling of the passageway immediately above the top step the reflection of a beam of light danced and flashed about the stonework.
"Someone with a torch is coming up the steps," said Roger.
Roger and Mimi looked down the short passage and waited for someone to appear. The beam of light got brighter as whoever it was that was down there got nearer to the top. A white helmet appeared first followed by a man in bright orange overalls. He was carrying a large and powerful torch in one hand and a tool bag in the other.
As the carrier of the torch moved into the daylight that penetrated but a short distance into the narrow passageway, Roger's face began to beam.
"Clive!… Clive Carter!" he exclaimed.
The man was almost at the gate when Roger spoke. He switched off his torch. For a moment he shielded his eyes against the blinding glare of the daylight, then his face too began to form a big broad grin.
"Roger!" he called. "You old devil you… what brings you back here?"
At the gate the two men shook hands and embraced.
"It's nice to see you again Roger," said Clive.
"And you too Clive," responded Roger.
Clive looked to Mimi standing coyly by Roger's side. He gave her a big grin. He was a young man, about the same age as both Roger and Mimi, which was somewhere in his mid-twenties. If anything he was a little taller and a bit more muscular than Roger, with squared jaw and designer stubble chin. With helmet on his head it was difficult to tell the true colour of his hair, but his sideburns had a hint of ginger to them.
 "And who's this gorgeous creature you've brought with you?" he asked.
"This is Mimi… she's my… well… err.. girlfriend," he told Clive.
Clive took Mimi's hand and pecked her lightly on the knuckles.
"It's nice to meet you Mimi," he said. "I'm Clive… Clive Carter by the way."
"And it's nice to meet you too Clive," said Mimi.
Mimi was not really sure what all this was about, other than knowing that Roger must have met Clive sometime last summer whilst doing his dungeon research. But as ever she was just content to tag along with anything Roger did or said, and that included meeting and socialising with any of his old friends that may happen to come along.
Clive was carrying a rather heavy tool bag.
"Let's take this back to the van," he told Roger. "We can have a little chat over there."
Clive opened up the back doors of the van and dumped the tool bag inside. The suspension noticeably dropped under the weight. Free of the burden, Clive breathed heavily and exercised a tired carrying arm.
"What brings you here then Clive?" asked Roger.
"Oh nothing much Roger… nothing exciting anyway… just some regular routine maintenance,… we had the place broken into not long back so we've had to put some new security routines in place… we've now got to check all the locks and inspect the place at least once a week,… by orders of the police," explained Clive.
"And that's what you've just been doing?… checking the locks," asked Roger.
"You got it Roger," confirmed Clive. "I've just checked all the locks and also managed to fix the door downstairs… I don't suppose you know, but we've got a second door in place now that covers the passageway through to the spiral staircase… we've also done some proper shoring up of the tunnel and taken down the old scaffolding… you wouldn't recognise the place anymore."
Roger nodded his head as if he understood.
"So that's it?… you're all done now Clive?" asked Roger.
Roger's thoughts were not on new doors and entrances to catacombs. He was thinking of going somewhere else instead. Possibly to a pub for pint or two and chat about old times.
Clive nodded his head. He had finished his inspection.
"Doors and locks all checked and inspected… that's my work done for the day Roger," said Clive.
"How about a couple of pints then Clive? You're not planning on going anywhere else are you?" queried Roger.
Clive looked to his watch. He was single man with no commitments and staying to have a pint with Roger and his girlfriend seemed like a very good idea. But there was one little snag. The pubs in England never opened until midday on Sundays; the time was now a quarter to eleven. Even taking into account the ten minutes drive to nearest pub, they still had over an hour to kill before they opened. He shook his head.
"Pubs open at twelve," Clive pointed out to Roger, "another hour and a quarter at least."
Roger looked to Mimi. He realised that he had jumped the gun a little in not consulting her. This was meant to be her day out. She would be leaving for London later in the day, and they did so much want to be together.
But before Roger could speak to Mimi, Clive came up with another suggestion.
"Would you two like to see down below?" he asked. "We've got an hour to kill, and as long as we don't go anywhere dangerous, there shouldn't be a problem. I've got an extra two pairs of overalls, two more helmets and a couple more torches in here, so we'll be all right."
Roger looked to Mimi to see what she thought. He wanted to go down below, but he would leave the final decision to her.
"What do you think Mimi?" he asked. "Do you fancy taking a trip down below the castle?"
Mimi's face began to beam.
"I'd love to Roger," she said. "I've heard so much about the place, it's an opportunity not to be missed."
Roger turned to Clive.
"You'd better get us kitted out then," he told him.
Ten minutes later they set off down the steps to the chamber below. Clive led the way, Mimi next and Roger bringing up the rear. The steps were steep and long, and crumbling in places, but with powerful torches to see where they were treading, and walls on either side to cling on to, there was no particular problem with the descent.
At the bottom they gathered together and shone their torches around. They were in a chamber with high arched roof, stone block walls all around, and a floor of dry black clay. Clive shone his torch away into the far corner to highlight a steel door. Roger recalled that on his previous visits a low tunnel entrance had been over in that corner, all shorn up with scaffolding, but now a solid steel door covered the opening.
"That's a new door we've had put in," said Clive. "The police made us put it there as a secondary defence against intruders… It's not so much the danger, it's the chance of getting lost that's our biggest concern… It's like a rabbit warren down there and you could wander around for days without finding your way out."
"I hope you know the way then," remarked Roger.
"Like the back of my hand," responded Clive with a grin.
Roger knew the statement to be true. No-one knew the catacombs better than Clive. He was a walking map.
They moved across the floor to the steel door in the corner. It was square in shape and quite small; about three feet wide and the same in height. Clive knelt down and undid the padlock that secured the door. He then drew the door open to reveal a low tunnel beyond.
"It's a fair crawl through before the tunnel lifts up and you can stand," explained Clive, "but after that you can walk comfortably wherever you go."
Roger already knew this and Clive's remarks had been directed at Mimi. She simply nodded her head to show that she understood.
"Right, let's go then," said Clive ducking down and entering the tunnel. "Just stick close to me and you'll be all right."
The same order of procession was kept, with Clive in the lead, Mimi next, and Roger taking up the rear. The tunnel, for most of the long crawl, was low and narrow, then suddenly everything widened and they were able stand upright. As Mimi got to her feet she looked around. They were in a small chamber of almost circular proportions. On one side was the low tunnel she had just emerged from, on the other was an arched portal that was the start of a downward spiralling staircase.
Mimi knocked off the dirt from her knees and wiped her soiled her hands down the side of her overalls, she then set off after Clive who was already three or four steps down the twisting and decaying stone steps.
As Mimi took the first step down, Roger was just picking himself up from the long crawl.
"Come on slow coach," she called back across the chamber.
She was enjoying this. She knew just what a privilege it was to be allowed down into the catacombs, and could not wait to get back and tell Judi and Lenny all about it. Roger brushed himself down and joined Mimi at the top of the steps. He gave her a little kiss for waiting.
"Be careful as you go down here Mimi. Some of the steps have crumbled away," he warned her.
They set off slowly with Mimi in the lead. Ahead of them, somewhere down the long spiralling descent they could see the dancing light from Clive's torch, but he remained at least a dozen steps ahead for most of the journey and could not be seen.
At the bottom Clive was waiting. They were now in a passageway that went to the left and right of the stairs. The passageway in either direction was fairly wide and gave plenty of headroom, it also sloped gently from right to left.
"We go upwards here," Clive told Mimi and Roger. "The other way's not safe, there's been a couple of roof falls recently, and that's also where that young lad came to grief… I was one of those that helped to bring the body to the surface."
Mimi grimaced at the thought. She had forgotten that the previous caretaker had lost his life down here.
Clive set off again, leading the way up a slightly sloping incline. At what appeared to be the highest point they came to a cross-roads. Clive stopped and like a good tour guide began to indicate the choice of routes.
"Straight on leads eventually to the dungeon," Clive explained somewhat enthusiastically, "and to the left here, if you take the correct turnings and don't get lost, then you can come out in the side of the cliffs overlooking the sea… there are also many bricked up alcoves in that direction… as well as a few back the way we came… but this other passage… away to our right here… has always remained a mystery… you couldn't get very far before meeting up with a sizeable run of collapsed roof… well we've done a bit of un-blocking since… and come and see!"
Roger looked to Mimi, shrugged his shoulders and smiled. This is what she wanted. He had been down here on at least three other occasions and seen it all before. He stepped back and let Mimi follow on behind Clive.
The passageway was descending from now on, but after a while it began to level out. There were also signs of recent activity. The roof was now supported by steel poles and wooden boards.
"This is the section of tunnel that had collapsed," said Clive as he marched on down the passage. "We've managed to clear it all out and dump the waste down the cliffs… It's all perfectly safe now."
They strode on. The tunnel now started to wind to the left in a steady arc.
They came upon their first junction. It was almost a fork in the road.
"This way," said Clive striding off to the right.
A little way further down the passage they were confronted by a cross-roads.
"This way," said Clive again and marching right on this occasion without even stopping to think.
This must have happened a dozen times; first left, then right, then straight on; and soon both Mimi and Roger were totally lost. It would have been impossible to retrace their steps. They were both just thankful that Clive was leading the way.
Then suddenly the route was blocked. A solid oak door, grey with dust and age barred their way.
Clive stopped and turned to face Roger and Mimi.
"Everything you see from now on is still top secret and nothing has been officially released yet, so I ask you both not to say a word," he informed them, then turned to the door behind him. "This door alone is over five hundred years old and still in working order,.. and finding it like this came as quite a surprise, I can tell you."
Roger whistled softly. All of a sudden he was full of interest again.
"What's on the other side then Clive," asked Roger.
Clive smiled a knowing smile.
"Be prepared for a shock," he said and placed his hand on a sliding bolt that went most of the way across the middle of the door. He slid the bolt sideways and pushed the door forwards. It creaked and groaned and moved slowly.
"Still needs a bit more oil on the hinges," said Clive as the door inched slowly open.
Clive stepped through the door first and shone his torch around. Roger stepped through next, and in doing so breaking the order of procession they had rigidly maintained up to this point. He too shone his torch around and whistled softly to himself.
Mimi joined the men to add her dancing beam to the display. She too stood goggle-eyed in amazement.
"It's just like the dungeon at the amusement park!" exclaimed Mimi on looking around.
"Yes, we've found a second chamber almost identical to the first. Amazing isn't it?" exclaimed Clive.
Roger agreed. This truly was a find. He looked around. There was a high arched and vaulted roof, large circular stone columns and two small cells sunk into one of the walls. There were also many iron rings sunk into the pillars and walls, but no chains were visible; just iron rings everywhere.
"This chamber's almost identical to the other one, that's remarkable," said Roger.
"I thought you'd be interested, that's why I brought you here," said Clive.
"What about torturing equipment?" asked Roger. "I don't see anything."
"Alas, that's the great mystery Roger," said Clive, "there was nothing in here at all… it was exactly like this when we found it… completely empty, and the only difference we've found is that forge in the corner… it was probably intended for branding which suggests a later period in history… possibly the fifteenth century… We think, and it's only a guess, that this chamber was constructed some two hundred years after the first… possibly  because the old one was starting to crumble and an alternative was required… but until we can get some carbon dating done, then all that's speculation at this stage."
"Well I'm impressed anyway," said Roger. "So when's all this going to be officially announced?"
Clive shook his head.
"Not for some time yet Roger, we've got a lot more excavating to do… look, let me show you… come over to this wall over here," said Clive and leading them across the chamber to the other side.
Here was another portal. There was no door this time, and a long dark passage led away on the other side. Clive stopped by the entrance and shone the beam of his torch down the passageway. There was rubble and rock strewn all over the floor, and it seemed to go on indefinitely until the beam disappeared into a screen of dust and cobwebs.
"Where's this passage lead to then?" asked Roger.
"That's what we're hoping to find out, and this is what's so exciting about it all," enthused Clive. "It's actually leading inland, away from the sea and out towards the sand dunes… but it only goes so far before we hit another collapse… we've not done any excavating as yet, but we're expecting to find another entrance over on the other side of Castle Point, and that's why we're holding everything back until we find out exactly where the tunnel does come out."
"Where do you think it will come out then Clive?" asked Roger.
Clive shrugged his shoulders. He obviously did not know.
"It could be anywhere Roger," he told him. "It might not even be finished. It could come to a dead end somewhere… On the other hand it could double back… It could lead to a staircase that comes up in one of the old cottages… or it could, as we think most likely, come out in the hillside just above the sand dunes… but who knows?… It's like I say, it could be anywhere."
"So you need to find the entrance first then Clive?" queried Roger.
"That's right Roger," confirmed Clive. "If we announce what we've found so far, then we'll have droves of people digging holes everywhere in the sand dunes trying to find the missing entrance. We need to get there first and seal it properly. And I'm relying on you two not to tell anyone until all the excavations are complete."
"I see," said Roger thoughtfully. "I can just imagine people digging up the sand dunes… our lips are sealed, aren't they Mimi?"
Mimi nodded her head. She had listened intently to all that had been said.
"Mum's the word," she added.
Clive shone the beam of his torch to his wrist.
"Look," he said. "If we're going to have that pint, then we'd better be getting back to the surface."
"I think that's a good idea Clive, I'm feeling dry now and could do with something to swill all this dust away," agreed Roger, "but thanks for showing us your little secret… I can see it generating even more interest in our dungeon project once it becomes officially announced."
Mimi thought that a drink was a good idea too. As exciting as it was down here, she preferred daylight and fresh air to choking fine dust and cobwebs.
After one last look around they departed the chamber and Clive closed the big oak door behind them.
"Back to the surface then," said Clive leading the way back down the passageway they had come in by.
Roger gave Mimi a little kiss and they set off quickly to catch up Clive. The last thing they wanted was to get left behind down here.
"This way," said Clive as they hit the first junction.
Mimi thought the way back was to the left; Roger was thinking straight on; but Clive headed off to the right.
Roger and Mimi turned right in hot pursuit of Clive who was striding quite quickly now. It was a good job someone knew the way out.
A little later they emerged back into daylight. Not one false turn had been made. How Clive could remember all those twists and turns was a mystery. The light outside was dazzling and for a moment or two they shielded their eyes, and Mimi gulped down huge volumes of fresh air.
Soon their eyes adjusted. The daylight was not that good anyway. Darkening storm clouds out at sea were heading their way. It looked like some heavy rain was on its way.
After dumping all their overalls, helmets and torches in the back of the van, Mimi and Roger returned to the Mercedes.
As Roger sat down and pulled shut the driver's door, he noted something that made him smile. The two girls were returning to the bench they had vacated an hour and a half ago. He wondered whether they had been waiting for him to go. He somehow doubted it. They were walking hand in hand and seemed oblivious to his presence.
With a small shrug of the shoulders, Roger started up the engine and set off out of the car park.
As the big Mercedes descended the hill and headed for the sand dunes, Roger turned on his windscreen wipers. It was starting to rain, and quite heavily too. He had gone no more than a hundred yards before he was forced to turn the wipers up to full. A storm had hit them with a vengeance.
Roger looked in his rear-view mirror to check on the vehicle behind. Clive's van was following; his wipers going and headlights penetrating the driving rain. The sight of the van bringing up the rear caused Roger to have a little chuckle to himself. Strange that when it came to making for a pub, then it was his turn to lead. He wondered if there was any significance in that?

12:00 noon

Tracy and Wendy flopped themselves down on the bench and looked out to sea. They had just walked down the cliff path to the beach and circled half the bay before returning to Castle Point. As a result both were now totally exhausted. The steep climb back up to the castle being the hardest part of the journey.
Roger had been correct too, neither of them had noticed the big Mercedes, followed by a van, driving out of the car park.
As before Wendy cuddled up to Tracy and allowed a hand to penetrate her garments; to slide beneath her bra and fondle her breasts. As the two girls cuddled and teased, dark clouds formed above their heads and a few spots of rain began to fall.
Wendy held out a hand and felt the spots.
"Looks like rain Tracy," she said.
Tracy turned her head to the skies and a few large drops of rain landed on her forehead and face.
"Your right, it does look like rain," said Tracy. "Tell you what Wendy, Mom and dad's out for the day… the house is empty... How about going back to my place for a while?"
"Yes, why not?," answered Wendy, "And we'd better hurry too, it looks like quite a storm's coming in from the sea."
The two girls rose up from the bench and started to run at full belt for Tracy's house. Already it was starting to rain heavily. The two girls rushed for the shelter as the heavens opened and torrents of rain poured down from the skies. After a quick dash down the road and up the short drive, Tracy and Wendy crashed into the shelter of the porch outside the front door of the bungalow.
"Phew! That's quite a storm, just look at it," said Tracy and speaking loudly so as to be heard above the noise of the beating rain.
Wendy stood with dripping hair and a coat that was soaked through.
"I'm soaked through to the skin," said Wendy shaking the water from her hair.
The wet hair did not particularly bother Tracy since her head was almost clean shaven, but like Wendy her jacket and jeans were soaked.
Tracy took out her key and opened up the front door. The two girls bundled themselves into the hall and slammed the door shut. Tracy switched on the light. Even though it was midday the storm clouds had brought an eerie darkness with it.
"Best get our wet things off Wendy,.. do it in my bedroom," said Tracy. "Put your clothes over the radiator to dry, and I'll go and get some towels."
Tracy returned to find Wendy stepping out of her wet jeans. Wearing just her panties and bra she spread the jeans over the top of a radiator below the window. Tracy tossed a large bathroom towel across the room to Wendy and flopped another one down on the bed.
"Get your hair dried," she told Wendy as the towel flew through the air.
Tracy began to strip herself. She two was soaked through to the skin. She shook the water off her coat and jeans and tossed her own clothes into a wash basket behind the door. It was not that important that her own clothes should be dried. She had other things to put on.
Standing in just her bra and panties, Tracy picked up her own towel and began to dry herself down.
"It's quite a storm Wendy," said Tracy, "just listen to it now… It's still belting down out there."
Wendy was stood by the window drying her hair. She peered out into the gloom. Raindrops were bouncing off the garden path and everywhere seemed afloat beneath a two or three inch layer of water.
"It's a good job we got back when we did. If we'd still been down on the beach I dread to think what condition we'd have been in," said Wendy.
Wendy flopped herself down on the edge of the bed over on the other side to Tracy and continued to rub her hair dry. She had her back to Tracy, and beneath the towel continued to stare out of the window at the belting rain outside.
Tracy considered herself dry and placed her towel over the bottom of the bed. She looked around to see Wendy sitting on the other side of the bed, looking out of the window and rubbing her towel over her head. Tracy rolled across the bed and slipped a finger beneath Wendy's bra-strap at the back. Slowly, one by one, she unfastened each small hook, then let the straps hang loose.
Wendy, with her head still draped in the towel, turned and smiled at Tracy as the bra fell forward to hang loosely by the shoulder straps. Slowly she pulled the bra away from her body and down her arms. She then draped it over the radiator along with her other clothes.
"I guess I'd better dry everything Tracy," she said, and standing up slightly in order to inch her panties away from her bottom and down her legs.
Tracy set about removing her own remaining garments whilst Wendy disposed of her panties across the radiator.
As if in unison they rolled on the bed together from opposite sides and  embraced. For a while they simply hugged and kissed; both enjoying the warmth of the other girl's nakedness.
Wendy had grown up and filled out quite a lot in recent weeks. No-longer did she give the appearance of a scrawny teenage schoolgirl. She had round firm breasts in her own right now, and only in the previous week had she been forced to move up one more bra size.
Tracy took the lead and dropped lower down the bed to take one of Wendy's nipples in her mouth. To begin with she ran her tongue in a circle around the nipple, then began to suck. Wendy closed her arms about Tracy's head and drew her in close to her breasts.
"Oh Tracy, that's wonderful," she breathed.
Tracy moved across to lick and suck the other nipple, and at the same time massage Wendy's breasts with her hands. Wendy closed her eyes, held back her head, and began to revel in the experience. What was happening to her was absolutely wonderful.
This was the first time the two girls had ever been in bed together. Before now, everything that had happened between them had occurred on the bench outside. It was also Wendy's first time at any sort of sexual experience with another person; be it male or female. In every respect she remained a virgin.
Tracy's tongue moved on down Wendy's body, to stop and circle the belly-button for a while before moving on. Slowly she approached her mound and a little tuft of pubic hair. Once more the tongue hovered in the small forest of hairs before moving on further; to probe and seek the clitoris.
As Wendy groaned with pleasure beneath her, Tracy adjusted her position, to pass a leg over and to straddle the body beneath her. She thrust her own sex towards Wendy's face and waited for a probing tongue to reciprocate her own actions at the other end of the bed. She was not disappointed. A tongue appeared almost immediately and started to move up and down her own dripping wet slit.
Now both girls were moaning.
Tracy added a hand to the action. With her tongue working the clitoris, she gently slid one finger inside Wendy's wet pussy and began to massage the inner walls. Once more Wendy followed Tracy's lead, and a finger eased its way into Tracy's opening. Tracy speeded up the action to match her own stimulation, and Wendy did likewise. Soon both girls were screaming out with excitement. They were both nearing orgasm.
Eventually two screams merged into one and the two girls climaxed at exactly the same time. For many seconds later, the girls continued to groan and scream with pleasure; neither wanting to be the first to stop their actions on the other, least it would lead to frustration and disappointment.
Eventually it did come to an end and Tracy returned to the top of the bed, to cuddled Wendy in her arms.
"Thank you Wendy," she said. "I think you're the best lover I've ever had… You are wonderful!"
Wendy snuggled up closer.
"Am I really Tracy?" asked Wendy, "and I think you're pretty wonderful too."
The two girls kissed and hugged.
As far as each was concerned, their special relationship had been sealed, and now nothing was ever going to tear them apart.

2:00 pm

The rain had stopped, and Tracy kissed Wendy goodbye at the door to the bungalow. As Wendy walked down the drive and up the hill towards her own home, they gave each other one last wave.
"See you soon Wendy," called Tracy.
"Tomorrow hopefully Tracy," shouted Wendy.
As Wendy disappeared behind the tall privet hedges that bounded the property, Tracy returned to the hallway. She picked up the phone and dialled a number that was in her head. She waited for an answer.
"Hello, Dr. Lang speaking," came the reply after several rings.
Suddenly Tracy shook her head. She could not recall the reason for coming to phone in the first place, or even why she would want to phone the doctor. She did not even know his number without looking it up in the phone book.
"Oh!… sorry doctor… I must have dialled the wrong number," she said apologetically.
Dr. Lang recognised the caller.
"That's all right Tracy," replied Dr. Lang. "Just put down the phone and forget about ever speaking to me… Do you understand Tracy?… Just listen to my voice… You have not phoned anyone… and you have forgotten this telephone number… Do you understand me Tracy?"
"I understand you doctor," said Tracy as if in a trance.
"Good girl Tracy, now put down the phone," said Dr. Lang.
Tracy replaced the receiver and shook her head. What was that all about? Did she just call someone? No, of course not! Why should she? She had no reason to speak to anyone. The whole suggestion was just absurd.
Dr. Gabriel Lang replaced his own receiver and rubbed his chin thoughtfully. He had just received the confirmation he needed. Now all he had to do was break the bad news to Tracy's ex-boyfriend, Richard Davies. It was not Davina Townsend he had to worry about, it was the youngest girl, Wendy Bartlett that she was deeply in love with.
 
4:00 pm

Roger and Mimi had returned to the amusement park a couple of hours earlier. At the time both were slightly the worst for drink. Clive could down a few pints, and Roger had to keep the round going. As a result both had flopped down on the bed on their return, then fallen asleep for what they considered to be a quick nap.
At sometime around four o'clock Roger awoke and sat up on the bed. Mimi was still asleep by his side. Neither had got into the bed, and both had lain down above the covers with their clothes still on. He looked to the time. There was about one hour left before Mimi had to start back to London. Five o'clock had been the agreed time. He slapped Mimi on the backside and she began to stir.
"What time is it Roger?" she asked and accompanied by a great long yawn.
"Six o'clock," said Roger.
"What?" said Mimi and sitting bolt upright on the bed.
Suddenly she was wide awake.
"Oh sorry!… Did I say six?… I meant four," he said, and trying hard to stifle a chuckle.
"You pig," she said as she hit him across the head with a pillow.
Roger laughed this time.
"Well at least it woke you up," he said.
"Well it shouldn't have been so harsh," she told him.
"I want you wide awake for the last hour," he explained.
"Last hour?… So we've got about an hour left then have we?… Is that all?" asked Mimi.
"Just one hour,… that's all that's left Mimi," confirmed Roger and sounding a little sad.
"What are we going to do then?" asked Mimi.
"What I suggested first thing this morning," Roger told her.
"What was that Roger?" queried Mimi.
"That we stop in bed until you have to go home," he said.
Mimi giggled.
"You know Roger? I think I should have listened to you in the first place," she said with a sigh.
Roger bent down and kissed Mimi on the lips, at the same time a hand began to unbutton a blouse.
"I love you Mimi," he said.
"And I love you too Roger," added Mimi.
 
End of Chapter Six