She was a little taller than Amelia, which was to be expected, given that she was at least two years older than her, but not yet as tall as most of the adult women around. Her body was toned and athletic like a swimmer’s without quite crossing the line into being muscular. Her cute little tits were firm and well formed but barely a handful, jigging slightly as she moved, her nipples hard and perky, although that could well be from a mixture of excitement at her imminent cooking and the fact that she was standing naked and covered with oil outside on an evening which, although mild for the time of year, was still somewhat chilly. Either way, they looked incredibly appetising! Her belly was flat and taught but her fillet bellow was deliciously plump and her thighs were nice and thick. As she turned around, Josh was not surprised at all to see the large letter A in a circle of text stamped on her right buttock. Her rump was firm and round, curving out very appealingly. All in all, she seemed like an ideal spit-roaster.

“Wow!” Josh exclaimed. “You look...spectacular!”

“Thanks!” Candice giggled. “Hope I taste as good as I look!”

“Oh I’m sure you will!” Josh nodded.

“Mm you call it spectacular,” Amelia observed, “I call it goals! I promise you I’m going to get that A-grade before I roast!”

“Oh for sure you will!” Josh agreed, turning to her and letting his hand run down her back until it reached her rump then cupping it and pulling her into him so that she could feel his throbbing erection through his trousers. “The butcher said you were really close and we all know a good diet of girl-meat helps!” He leaned down to kiss her again.

“You’ve got a good one there!” Candice told Amelia with a grin. “Look after him, won’t you?”

“Oh I plan to!” Amelia grinned, grabbing the front of his shirt. “Now,” she looked up at Josh. “Do you want to get a drink or would you like to see the room I’m staying in?” She stood on tip-toes to whisper in his ear. “It’s got a lovely big bed and a handy lock on the door!”

“Well as your boyfriend,” Josh chuckled, grinning down at her, “I do feel like it’s my responsibility to make sure you’re being looked after properly! I’m sure they won’t be running out of wine any time soon, right?”

“Not a chance!” Amelia pressed herself into him again then grabbed his hand. “Come on! I’ll take you in through the kitchen so we won’t get teased too much!” The other party guests who had been standing around politely for the whole conversation chuckled warmly as the young girl dragged her lover back towards the house then resumed their conversation with the evening’s meat.

Since the drinks were being served out on the patio, there were no guests hanging out in the kitchen. Amelia pulled Josh through and out into the hallway then up the stairs. At the top, they ran into Emma, now empty-handed.

“Ah, this must be the famous boyfriend?” she grinned. “Have fun, just try not to wake Cindy-Lou! I’ve just put her down and it would be nice to have a bit of grown-up time, if only for a couple of hours.”

“We’ll be quiet, I promise!” Amelia grinned. “I’ll have Josh put his hand over my mouth if I get too loud!” Josh blushed and smiled awkwardly at the young woman who he guessed from her looks and the context must be Amelia’s sister, but before he could say anything, Amelia was tugging on his arm again and he managed an apologetic little wave as Emma, chuckling to herself and thinking about her conversation minutes earlier with Laura, headed back down the stairs to rejoin the party.

As soon as they were in the room, Amelia locked the door behind them and pushed josh down onto the unmade bed and straddled him, pressing her hands against his shoulders to hold him down and kissing him deeply.

“I’ve missed you so much!” she told him breathily, her face so still close to his that he could smell the fruity cocktail she had recently enjoyed on her breath.

“I’ve missed you too!” he told her truthfully as his hands explored her rump and legs. “I’ve been so looking forward to this!” He admitted, knowing or at least hoping that it would please her. “I want you so badly!”

“I want you too!” She told him, kissing him again then added. “I need you!” His hand started to work its way up her thigh and under her dress but she stopped him. “No!” she exclaimed as if realising something for the first time. “Wait!”

“What’s wrong?” he asked, concerned about her reaction and wondering what part of the situation he could possibly have misread.

“I’m wearing tights!” she reminded him. “And there’s really no sexy way to take those off! Wait here!” She ordered him, leaping off the bed and running over to the door. “I’ll be right back! Two minutes, tops!” And with that, she was gone, leaving Josh alone on the bed.

Not knowing quite what else to do and not wanting to start undressing just yet, partly because he had a feeling that Amelia would want to do it herself and also in no small part because the door was unlocked and he was in an unfamiliar house with dozens of strangers, any one of which could easily wander in looking for the bathroom or mistaking this for the bedroom where they had left their coat. The room was a fairly typical guest bedroom, other than being larger than his own bedroom at home, leading him to wonder just how large this house’s master bedroom must be, the furniture and décor inoffensively generic, not reflecting anyone’s particular personality. The jeans and T-shirt on the floor and the open suitcase on a chair by the wardrobe made it clear to him that it was Amelia who was staying there! He wondered what we might say if anyone walked in and asked what he was doing in the little girl’s bedroom but he supposed, as open-minded as their host and the rest of the family seemed to be, he was not likely to get any grief from their guests. It was still quite a relief, however, when Amelia returned, locking the door behind her. She seemed to be dressed just as she had been before, complete with Sidney hat and boots, except now her legs were bare and she was twirling her tights around on her finger by the elastic waistband.

“Now,” she grinned, standing at the end of the bed launching the tights at him so they hit him harmlessly in the face, “where were we?”


To be continued...