The Cherry Orchard

A fun entry for the Valentines day concert. If feedback warrants it I will think about a follow up. Names are changed to protect the guilty with regards to the truth woven into the story.

Our group of friends at university were usually known as the Richard Branson crew, a reference to our assumed virginal status and for at least some of us it was true. A few literary geeks used the slightly more imaginative, “Chekhov Crew.” It certainly was for Becky, Alison and myself (Roy.) Andrew I am not so sure about. Alison was sure he was gay and I tended to agree with her though I rarely talked about it. I also wasn’t sure about Mary, Jane or Robert but that doubt was based on no more than lack of information.

Interestingly, there were some who thought our whole group was gay and I was Becky’s gay friend that she could tell about anything. Little did they know.

There were other things uniting us as well. We were all pretty physical. We all climbed, a couple surfed, and three of us were into gymnastics. Becky and I were also black belts in Aikido which was how we met. More than once I was witness to some poor sod who thought he could try it on with her flying through the air. They never seemed to get the landing part though so no pilot’s licenses for them.

Full disclosure. We might not have fucked but Becky and I had enjoyed a sixty-nine on a regular basis though as neither of us were wont to kiss and tell that did nothing to change our perceived status. Not that we cared what they thought anyway. The first time was after Becky gave one of her, “flying lessons” and she had invited herself to my room afterwards and declared herself to be, “so horny, you just have to help me out.”

It would have been churlish to refuse, not to mention that her small pert breasts with no bra to cover them and their erect status evident through her tight crop top were making me equally horny. The thought that I would get to see my first pussy in the flesh and the possibility I might lose my pesky virginity.

I didn’t lose it then but by the next morning, I knew a lot more about female anatomy than I had done previously despite sex education both formal and on-line. Several weeks later, while still virgins, we had both become experts at least with eachother in oral sex and even though Becky was not a screamer, were it not for the thick walls in the shared house I lived in at the time with Alison, Roy, Mary and Suzanne, an Aussie who while not part of our group, did come out and climb with us once. I am sorry to say that all of our group laughed.

We didn’t laugh at her climbing, though she lacked a lot of experience she had a natural talent for it and would be far better than most of us if she worked hard at it. No we laughed when she answered a call of nature. No not because any of us watched her. Just there is a plant we have in UK that isn’t in Oz. Urtica dioica, the common stinging nettle. Even though she joined us a few times after the incident, I am not sure she ever truly forgave us.

It was on one of these trips that I think she decided to get her revenge. We had set off at stupid o clock to drive to a climb in Yorkshire and we arrived around half eight in the morning. (I did say we set off at stupid o clock.) Being the only morning person in our group insured to drive the minibus I had had the pleasure. Actually I didn’t mind, being early meant missing the traffic and I got to drink before the drive to the Airbnb we had booked.

Becky and I were the climbing geeks in the group and had both studied the five different routes though we disagreed about which ones supposedly graded the same were easier, quicker etc. That was normal. Sometimes it was based on our own body sizes and our different climbing styles. More often than not though one of us was just wrong and would end up paying in one way or another. We had each chosen our routes of choice and she looked at me with a grin,

“Last one up buys all the other one’s drinks?”

“You are on!” I was convinced that my route was a good ten minutes quicker if not more.

“Free?”

I must have been having a brain failure day because I gave a thumbs up in agreement. It wasn’t that we weren’t both up to doing this as a free climb, just that both routes were more technical than we would normally tackle without ropes etc.

“You fucking nutters!” The accent meant we didn’t need to turn round to know it was Suzanne. We set off leaving the others to decide on who was climbing with whom and which of the other three routes they would climb. They weren’t going to risk getting hit by us if we fell!

I was right, at least for myself. There was a chimney section that might have been just a little wide for Becky to use the same technique I used to get up it and I got to the top twenty minutes before she did, though it wasn’t till half an hour after that we saw the first of those climbing with ropes reach the top.

“Bastard! Your tongue is going to be so worn out tonight!”

Once Alison appeared to see the two of us lounging together it was not long till everyone else made it safely to the top and we started the walk back round to the minibus. About half way back there was a pool in the river. We were all sweating in the heat and Suzanne suggested a swim.

“I didn’t bring a suit.” complained Alison

“What is it with you fucking Pommies? What have you got that no one else does?” Clearly she was lumping us all together in this. Becky winked at me and started undressing. I followed suit, though I would much rather it had just been the two of us, a little apprehensive though our regular oral sessions had greatly increased my confidence with displaying my body to others.

I was not going to complain about the eye candy. None of us had bodies to be ashamed of. (A lot of extra weight does not a climber make!)

The rest all started to disrobe, even Alison once everyone else was nearly naked. I was impressed. Every one of the girls would have had me at full mast in seconds. All of them at once and I stood no chance. Robert had the same issue, though Andrew seemed to have no issue with it, adding more evidence to the theory about his sexuality.

Alison was standing with her small hands covering her smaller breasts. Only just an A cup, not that she ever wore a bra as I learned later.

Suzanne the only one without any hair in the pubic reason was merciless,

“Nice bush Alison!” She called. At once her hands dropped revealing her little titties. Suzanne laughed but then Alison had been the one who laughed loudest and longest at the nettle incident.

I felt the need to rescue her,

“Don’t pay any attention to her Alison, You have a beautiful body.”

“You don’t think these are too small?”

“They are just right on you. They might look odd on our Amazon over there.” I indicated Suzanne, “but on you, they look great.”

“Thank you.” Alison gave me a hug, trapping my still hard dick against her upper belly and chest, the tip coming level with her nipples as I hugged her back, her head against my chest. There wasn’t quite the height discrepancy between us that this description implies because I was uphill of her on the slope. I kissed the top of her head, enjoying our closeness a little (all right a lot) more than perhaps I should have.

Someone, I didn’t ever work out who whistled which brought everyone’s attention on us. Alison pulled away blushing and I headed to the water as the only way of getting my boner to go down.

“What’s the water like?” Asked Jane dubiously. Anyone who has swam outdoors in UK knows that ninety per cent or more of the time the water is freezing. Ninety per cent of the rest of the time it is fucking freezing.

“Beautiful!” I lied. “It feels great.” Suzanne was next in closely followed by everyone else but it was only our Aussie friend who was fooled by my dishonesty and, I didn’t know this but she had never swam outdoors in the UK before and genuinely didn’t have a clue what she was getting into.

“You lying Pommie bastard!” She shouted once she found a spot where she could stand up and breathe again.

She stood up, her well muscled body with her large tits would have been intimidating were it not for my martial arts experience.

“You knew what the water would be like didn’t you?”

“We have been swimming a few times before, just not skinny dipping together.” Whichever one of us gets in first always says how good the water is.” I explained the swimming protocol of our group.

“You Brits think us Aussies are mad.” She took another deep breath, “We don’t have a patch on you. First you two free climb the crag then you swim in water cold enough to freeze my tits off. Why would anyone swim in here?”

“Because we don’t want to be the one who is chicken?” I ventured before adding, “The climb wasn’t really that difficult. I didn’t take any risks so I could probably have done it ten minutes quicker but I don’t really want my friends to have to carry me back or call the rescue helicopter. Becky is actually a better climber than me so she wasn’t at any risk either. It is just that my being taller makes the route I took much easier for me than it would be for her. As well as the chimney section, there are a couple of bits where she wouldn’t be able reach the holds I used. That would be why she chose the one she did but I don’t doubt she could have done my route too. It would have taken her quite a bit longer though.”

Fifteen minutes later, Becky and me were the last ones out of the water having spent most of them swimming with enough energy for it to count as training. Becky at once went to sit with Alison and they talked in low voices, low enough that I knew they were up to something. Not that their talking so I could hear them would have meant they were not hatching some plot or other!

I wasn’t worried. Their antics were never malicious, hell I even enjoyed quite a lot of the surprises they cooked up for me and sometimes others too though I am sure others got more of the embarrassing ones than I did, so I got to enjoy the fruits of their conniving without ever being implicated.

Once dry we all dressed and headed down to the White Lion where all except Andrew enjoyed a pint and all ate a hearty meal. There is something about good pub food that I will never tire of. Unusually, we only had the one drink before heading to the place we had booked to stay. We soon found that the beds and rooms didn’t match up with the plan we made before leaving. While Andrew said he didn’t mind, neither Robert or myself wanted to share a bed with him.

Two or three solutions were suggested before Alison piped up,

“Why don’t you and becky take the double in the back room and Mary, Suzanne, Jane and myself can take room with the two doubles and Robert and Andrew can have the room with two singles.” I think at that point some of our own group put me down as Becky’s gay friend. Needless to say, we were more than happy with that arrangement.

“Just don’t get up to any mischief.” Alison admonished. This was the point when I first became suspicious. Alison had been responsible for the booking. I also remembered Becky saying my tongue was going to be worn out or words to that effect. I had wondered briefly how she was going to achieve that.

Half an hour later, I had kissed my way down Becky’s neck and spent a considerable amount of time with my tongue mouth and teeth on her breasts and nipples and was nuzzling my way down through her sparse blonde pubic hair on the way to my goal.

Before reaching her honey pot, I flicked her clitoris a few times eliciting a couple of sharp intakes of breath. Becky was ovulating. I recognised this from the abundance of her juices but also a change in taste that really turned me on. I hardened my tongue into a tube and fucked her with it, my fingers dancing on her hard erect button. In what seemed like no time at all I felt her kegles grip my tongue and after a few squeezes push it out. Fingers and tongue traded places and Becky enjoyed a second and third climax before she got to enjoy my baby making cream that had just one of us been rotated through one hundred and eighty degrees would have knocked her up for sure.

“I am going on the pill next week so give it ten days after that and we can practice making babies. Now, when I go to the loo, Alison is going to come in. You need to pretend not to notice and give her a good time. She deserves it.” Like I was not going to notice the five inch difference in height, or what even years later is probably the thickest bush I have ever seen. Yes, I know the light was out but not noticing was hardly realistic. I decided to play it my own way.

It wasn’t long before I was once again hugging Alison. Her petite hard body felt good and I found myself rising to the occasion again even as I realised the girl I was holding was quietly sobbing against me. I stroked her hair and kissed her gently on the lips.

“Why do you taste of pussy?” If I had harboured any ideas of pretending not to notice, they were all gone now. No way could I mistake Alison’s Geordie accent for Becky’s West Country drawl. Her surprise however meant my guesses as to what was going on were off the mark. This was about more than sex.

“Tell me what’s wrong Alison.”

And she did, at length. Her boyfriend, hell she kept that one quiet or the girls were better at keeping secrets than I knew. Anyway she was finally ready to go all the way with her boyfriend and had gone to his place only to find he had invited his brother around to share her. Apparently his brother had afforded him the same invitation with more than one girl in the past. She had only gotten out the night before our trip by throwing a kettle of boiling water over the two of them. Neither would be deflowering any virgins in the next week. She was able to giggle when she told me this.

“How could I have been so wrong about someone?”

“Because he set you up for it. He worked hard at it, grooming you, convincing you that you were special for him, lying through his back teeth the whole of the time. And I bet you are not the first, whatever he told you.”

“So are you and Becky getting it on?” I played thick.

“Getting it on?”

She knew I was teasing and knew something was going on, having tasted my lips.

“Doing the business? Humping? Inserting your penis into her vagina and moving it in and out till you orgasm and spurt your semen into her?”

“OK, I give in. I get the picture and a very pretty picture it is too.”

“Roy!”

“All right. No, though that might change once she goes on the pill.”

“Might?” Now I was the one being teased.

“Well nothing is absolutely certain apart from death and taxes.”

“I will take that as a yes then.” Alison carried on,

“You know I thought you were gay until I felt your cock when you hugged me. Are you a virgin too?”

I admitted that I shared that status.

“You know, somehow giving you my virginity seems a lot more sensible than giving it to that prick. Would you like to?”

“What about pregnancy? Are you safe? I have condoms if we need them.” My short sentences sounded like a dalek to my ears.

“No, I want to feel you. I went on the pill three weeks ago ready for the big event that didn’t happen yesterday, no make that the day before.”

We kissed again and I found on my voyage of discovery that while Alison’s breasts might be small, her nipples were very sensitive and once I had spent several minutes enjoying them with my mouth, it took only seconds of work from my fingers which had been running through the glory of her bush on her clitoris to give Alison her first orgasm from a man.

Her screams were such that I worried about the others rushing in but either they had gone deaf, were fast asleep or involved in extra curricular activities of their own. Hmm. I wonder if there was any of that going on?

“I think I understand why your lips taste of pussy. Now. Make me a woman.” I suspect that there are not many men that do not respond to that request. I certainly wasn’t one of them. I didn’t even ask if she was sure

Alison hooked one leg over me and took hold of my cock and lined it up. I have loved the sideways position ever since. I slowly pushed in till I felt the resistance of her hymen. I pushed slowly against it, then pulled back, pushed again slightly harder. A few more pushes and suddenly, Alison thrust her pelvis forward and I was in, up to the hilt.

“Are you OK?”

“I have never felt better. Give me a minute to get used to feeling so stretched.”

“Of course.” I too had never felt better. I just hoped it wasn’t so much better I would explode before Alison got there again. As if our minds were joined, we started moving at the same time, slowly to start with then with increasing speed.

“Fuck yes!” I squeezed a nipple and our thrusting became more frantic.

“Yeeeessssss” For the first time I felt that rhythmic squeezing of my member and that pushed me over the edge.

We kissed, our lips remaining locked together even when my now flaccid penis slipped out of the warmth it had so enjoyed.

“That was beautiful. I love you.”

“I love you too. Am I allowed to love two women at once.” Even though I had been instructed by Becky to give Alison a good time, I felt a little pang of guilt. I think more for telling Alison I loved her than for the sex. While I thought about it later, the irony of my being shared between the two women when Alison was only there because her now ex had wanted to share her with his brother did not occur to me then.

“I am sure we can work something out. Becky loves you too you know.” Alison then broke down into fits of giggles which lasted for some minutes.

I made a questioning sound, not trusting myself to speak.

“You know this will get us thrown out of the cherry orchard.”

“You still have those beautiful cherry lips asking to be kissed.”

“I am not staying there without you!”

“Doesn’t my taking your cherry give me a free pass?”

Alison slapped my upper arm and then kissed it before kissing me on the lips again and that is the last I remember before falling asleep.

On Monday, I changed my Facebook relationship status from. “Single” (I had never gotten around to putting it as “In a relationship.”) to, ” It’s complicated.” I did not explain to those who noticed and asked.