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Amber Gets a Maiden by Andrew Jay (email: anc1iej (at) hotmail .  com)
codes: ff, MF, mf, humil, violence, sport
Copyright 2008 Andrew Jay all rights reserved.  Intended for adults

only. This text may be archived/reposted to free public access provided the
author's name, email and this notice appear in the message body.  This
story may or may not be fictional in portion or entirety; any resemblance
to persons and events are subject to discretionary interpretation by the
reader.  No fee or service has ever been provided to the author for this
document, or for product placement.

   Hi, my name is Amber.  You may have seen a couple of stories by my dad.
I wanted to get this off my chest, so the easiest way seems to be to write
it down and send it to the newsgroups.  I have done this for one other
episode in my life ?  ?Beyond the Bedpost ?  Amber?s Peril?  if you want to
get the background.

   Firstly, what happened is all my dad?s fault.  100%.  There is no-one
else to blame but him.

   Apart from getting me in this mess, he is actually pretty cool.  He was
great when I told him I preferred girls to boys and doesn't mind if I have
my girlfriend Casey over at the weekends.  After a lifetime of being a
shagaholic, he seems to be trying to settle down with a former girlfriend
called Maddy who turned up at our doorstep a couple of months ago.  He is
still a shagaholic, but at least it is just the one woman now.

   Anyway, it is still all his fault.  If he hadn't shown me a cricket ball
when I was six, I would never have learned to play cricket, to bowl or to
bat, or the difference between Ian Botham and Geoffrey Boycott.  If you
haven't a clue what cricket is, I will briefly explain: It is a team game
played in England and various other parts of the world.  A bowler bowls a
leather, very hard ball (about the size of a tennis ball) at a batsman; the
ball usually bounces once before it gets to him.  The batsman has to hit
the ball as hard as he can to score, but risks being caught out, or the
target behind him being hit if he misses the ball and countless other ways
of ending his turn to bat.  This description is even boring me, so if you
want to know more, have a look on wikipedia or somewhere.  The point I am
arriving at is this: The game of cricket is run by men, for men and as a
consequence, girls who show they have raw talent like me tend to be asked
to make the refreshments rather than play.

   I will start at the beginning of the summer holidays.  I was home from
school and bored, so I managed to convince my dad's girlfriend Maddy into
posing for a portrait.  My other love is drawing - mostly charcoal or
pastels.  Maddy thinks I have a real talent for capturing the moment.  I
was hoping to persuade her to go naked for a life study.  I really need
practice on breasts and genitals, but she is so shy, and the nearest I
could manage was to get her into a long slinky red silk nightdress.  Her
nipples showed through the material quite nicely, and I artistically posed
her leg so that it slipped out of the slit in the side of the nightdress
and exposed her inner thigh.  It was pretty sexy!

   I always make a very quick sketch of the subject before taking my time
with the details, and I was getting a bit wet down below.  Maddy is about
15 years older than me, late twenties I think, and has a lovely body.  Dad
is pretty ancient - nearly 40, so perhaps he is settling down while he can
still get it up.  Not that he has any trouble at the moment.

   Dad interrupted my drawing and watched us for a few minutes, then said
"I am really, sorry, I need to borrow Maddy for a bit." This is dad code
for "Amber, I need to fuck Maddy right now." Sure enough, he led her off to
the bedroom and soon I heard the sounds of carnal pleasure.  I have a
little game where I wonder how they are doing it.  She sounded a little
muffled today, so maybe she is face down getting it from behind.  Whatever
they were doing, they made it impossible to continue my sketch.  I tried to
read but that was hopeless.  "Cant you two shag quietly?!" I shouted up to
the bedroom.  Maddy went quiet for a bit, but couldn't hold it in for long.
Later that day Casey came around.  I told her all about the constant noise
from Maddy and Dad.  "Well, they are in love.  You should be happy for
them." "I am...  oh it is nice...  it is just that they are at it
constantly.  Every morning, every night.  Quite often in the day...  mmm."
We were both naked on the bed, with Casey gently licking my carefully waxed
labia as I talked.  "The other day, I went to have a shower and they were
doing it in the bathroom, with her bent over leaning on the toilet...  Oh,
Yes...  I got any eyeful" "Then you need a holiday away from them." She had
started rubbing my clit with her finger.  "Ahhh...  but I cant come with
you - you haven't come out with you parents yet - we would never get away
with it.  "So," she gently bit my nipple "find something else." For some
reason, my pussy was dripping, so I kneeled up, swung my leg over Casey so
that I was facing her feet, my pussy over her face.  I lowered myself
gently down until she was able to lap at me, then lowered myself some more
until she had a mouthful of me.  I knew from experience that mashing my
pussy onto her face and nose gave me a huge orgasm, so much so that I
sometimes squirted something (I really hoped it wasn't wee) when I came. 
It wasn't long before I orgasmed loud and long.  "Cant you two shag
quietly!" shouted dad from downstairs.

   Later that day I sat at the computer.  I brought up Google, and typed in
"holiday uk".  Millions of hits.  I added my age to the search.  Still
millions and nothing hopeful on the first page.  I refined it a bit more by
entering "art".  This reduced the list quite a lot and the front page had a
couple of places where they held residential courses.  Then I thought it
through - art could mean a different life model every day, or it could be a
different vase of flowers every day.  I deleted art.  I had a think about
what else I liked.  Sex.  Lesbians.  Oral.  Breasts.  These weren't going
to be helpful.  Then I thought about cricket - I loved to play but it was
so difficult to get a game.  At school I was only allowed near the pitch if
they were a person short.  But I was good - I was a handy spin bowler, and
I wasn't so bad with a bat.  I typed in "Cricket" where "art" had been.  A
promising looking site about a summer cricket academy for 13- 17 year olds
appeared near the top of the list.  I opened the site.  It had coaching in
fast bowling, spin bowling and batting, all by accredited coaches.  It was
a four week course in one of England's foremost public schools, so it
wasn't cheap, but dad could afford it.  It was perfect.

   I filled in the online form.  My name, address, date of birth, gender,
then clicked "Submit".  I immediately got a message saying the course was
only open to boys.  This kind of thing makes my blood boil.  Just to spite
them, I filled in the form again, entering my first name as "A" and leaving
the gender checkbox blank.  I got the message "A parental consent form has
been emailed to you.  Please complete this and return it with your payment"

   I printed the form out.  There were a few extra things to complete like
food allergies and special needs.  There was also an option of "Standard"
rooms which were one between six, and "Superior" rooms which were one
between two with en-suite toilet and shower room.  For the first time, I
really considered the options.  I wasn't big breasted, or wide hipped so
with a change in hairstyle and a tight sports bra I could pass as a boy.  I
reckoned I could play as good as anyone else there so I wouldn't be caught
out like that.  A room between two wasn't perfect, but there was a separate
room for getting changed in.  I ticked the superior room option and took
the form downstairs to talk dad into it.

   I explained the course, and how it was exactly the sort of thing I was
interested in.  "But I was hoping you would come on holiday with me and
Maddy.  I have something booked for the three of us." I tried to explain in
the nicest way that being a spare part to their love life was not my idea
of fun.  "Casey could come with us if you like.  Or you might meet a lovely
senorita there - dark skin, dark hair, very dark...  , hot latin blood."
His eyes went dreamy as he must have been thinking about some Spanish girl
he had screwed in the past.  "Casey is away with her parents in Florida. 
Please dad, I really want to do this." I was ready to do my "sad eyes" to
clinch the deal, but in the end it wasn't needed.  Dad signed the form, and
wrote a cheque for me.

   It was confirmed a few days later, so I dragged dad around the shops to
get the gear I would need.  New whites (the cricket "uniform"), new bat,
leg pads.  Dad was starting to get a bit bored and as I had already bought
the heavy stuff, I told him to give me a few hundred pounds and let me
finish by myself.  Dad hates shopping and I knew he would rather give me
the money than traipse around after me.  He didn't put up a fight, and I
told him I would catch the train home.

   This was actually part of my cunning plan.  I had a rendezvous with
Casey planned - I had explained what I was going to do night before.  She
thought it was hilarious.  She said that at least I wouldn't pick up
another girlfriend.

   My first stop was the hairdresser.  I had had long hair for as long as I
could remember, but I instructed them to cut it short.  The girl protested
for a little while, but when I revealed that I was gay and my girlfriend
(nodding towards Casey) wanted it like that, she shut up and did it.  When
it was done, it would best be described as a "severe bob" but was still
quite feminine.  I bought some gel so I could spike it up a little and it
would be perfect.  Next was various boys jeans and trousers, shirts, t
shirts, socks, underpants, trainers, deodorants, shower gel.  Everything a
boy would need for a four week stay.  I also needed a few bras.  We went
into a department store and found the sports bras.  I tried them on
(naturally Casey helped), and they stopped my boobs from jigging about, but
they were still obvious to look at.  After some trial and error, I found a
sports bra for 11-12 year olds.  It was a squeeze getting into them, but my
boobs neither bounced or stuck out any more and with a vest over it, you
couldn't see the strap lines.  To complete the illusion I bought a couple
of porno magazines.  I wondered if they would serve me in the shop, but it
turned out the girl behind the till couldn't care less - I could have
bought 200 cigarettes if I wanted to, but I had tried smoking once and I
never wanted to again.

   "You need to test your disguise." Casey told me, helping me carry the
bags of shopping.  We found the nearest ladies toilets and slipped into a
cubicle together.  I wrestled myself into the bra, then changed into the
underpants, jeans and a t shirt.  I gelled my hair a bit.  Casey made a few
minor adjustments, then remembered a final addition and slipped a rolled up
sock into my underpants "Come on then" she said.  "What ?  Go outside like
this?" "Well, you are going to have to soon.  Come on.  You can be my
boyfriend for the rest of the day."

   Casey checked the coast was clear (it wouldn't do for a boy to be in the
ladies toilet after all), and we came back out into the shopping mall.  I
checked for people giving us suspicious glances - there were none.  We
arrived at the centre of the mall, where there were a few other teenaged
couples hanging around.  "What's your name going to be?" whispered Casey.
"Er...  it was `A' on the form" "'A' what?" I thought quickly.  Arran, Abe,
Alistair, Adrian.  That would do.  "Adrian" I told her.  "Yes.  Nice name."
She spoke a bit louder "Adrian, is it ok if I give you a blow job when we
get home." If I really had a dick, it would have got hard then!  A boy next
to us must have overheard.  He caught my eye and mouthed "Nice one mate" to
me.

   It was so unusual for Casey to be open with me outside my house.  She
was quite happy to snog me in front of shoppers.  In fact she took some
pleasure in grinding onto my "sock".  We held each other - me with my hands
on her bottom and Casey with hers around my waist.  We took short kisses
together, then Casey said "Adrian, I think I love you." "Casey, I love you
too." We kissed long and hard in the shopping mall, shoppers passing by
still oblivious to me.

   We caught a train home, and on the way I changed back into my normal
clothes and brushed out the gel.  I lugged the bags myself for the last few
yards home to maintain my subterfuge about Casey.

   "Hi Amber...  Christ, what happened to your hair?" Dad looked quite
shocked.  "I had it cut." "But its so..." I think he was struggling not to
say "horrible", but he managed to say "short" instead.  "I needed a change
from long hair, and this holiday seemed the right time." Dad would have
kept me in frilly dresses and long hair with ribbons if he had his way, but
he realised there was no point in making a fuss.  It was done now.

   The night before my break started, I arranged for Casey to stay over. 
We gave Dad and Maddy a run for their money in the "who can make the most
noise having sex" stakes.  In the morning, Maddy woke Casey and I up. 
"Morning girls..." she said as if it was the most normal thing to have two
girls sleeping naked in the bed together.  "I made you both breakfast - you
have an early start to catch the coach to the cricket course." Maddy bent
over the bed to lay the tray across our knees.  I knew I was looking down
the cleavage of her white silk nightie, and I am fairly sure Casey was too.
We gobbled the toast, showered and changed.  I wore my new jeans and
t-shirt but kept my usual bra and wore a few hair clips to look girly.

   The coach departure point was at a mainline railway station.  Dad had
agreed to take Casey with us so that she could say her goodbyes.  I had
deliberately told him a pickup time 30 minutes too early so that I would
have time to change my appearance.  I told dad not to wait with me, as I
would just get tearful.  Casey would have to go too, but not before we
kissed one last long kiss together in the station concourse.  I heard a few
"Well I nevers" from some passing ladies, and I think I heard someone
taking a picture of us, but for once I didn't care.  Not seeing Casey for 4
weeks was something I hadn't thought about.

   Casey finally said goodbye and went back to the car.  I nipped into the
ladies to gel my hair and swap bras - the original one went in the bin.  I
had forgotten how tight my disguise felt.  A sock went down my underpants
and I crept back into the concourse as Adrian.

   The coach had arrived by then and I joined the queue of about 20 boys
filing into the coach.  "Name?" A smartly dressed man asked me at the door
of the coach.  "Amb...  Adrian Bartholomew" (not my real surname).  "A
Bartholomew".  He ticked his list.  "Ok take a seat.  Next" The next boy
was called Colin, who was about my age.  He must have thought I looked
friendly as he took the seat next to mine.

   I settled down to observe the other boys.  It seemed that to be
convincing as a boy, I should argue loudly about anything, fart a lot and
scratch my testicles, bottom or anything else that itched.  I scratched my
squished tit.  No-one noticed.  I farted.  It wasn't a noisy one like most
of the boys could do, but it was a start.  The one area I was weak on was
football - I didn't know one end of the pitch from the other, but I could
talk about cricket with anyone and that seemed to suffice.  I talked with
Colin at some length on the merits of the current English team.

   It was a long journey, My underpants were chaffing.  My bra was digging
into me.  I was regretting this stupid idea already.  Only another 4 weeks
to go.

   We finally arrived at the accommodation block of the public school. 
Most boys had opted to go for the standard rooms, but like me, Colin had
decided to have the Superior rooms.  We got on ok, so I shared with him.

   We had some time to unpack and make ourselves at home.  Colin was quiet
but was quite happy to listen to me jabbering on whilst he packed his
things away.  In a lull in the conversation I got my porno magazines out
and asked if he wanted to flick through one of them.  He wasn't interested,
but each to their own.  I flicked through the pages and was a little
shocked at what I saw.  One of the sets was two girls together.  They got
undressed and started to do stuff to each other, ending with one of the
girls having her fist right inside the other.  I couldn't believe she got
it to fit!  It was enough to get my puss twitching but this time I had to
leave it.

   The next day was the first day of cricket lessons.  We were spilt into
groups according to what we wanted to work on that session.  Colin was a
handy medium paced bowler.  I was a spin bowler, but I really needed to
bring my batting up to scratch.  "Have you all got a box?" I knew there was
something I had forgotten (a box is a testicle protector).  I had to put my
hand up and say I had forgotten it.  Fortunately there were some fairly
ancient spares available.  I slipped it down the front of my underpants to
protect my sock from harm.

   The few batsmen faced 10 balls each then swapped to the next person.  I
wasn't first so I had a chance to examine how the bowlers operated.  Dad
says 50% of cricket is being able to out-think your opponents.  I noticed
one boy called Miles who looked about 17 and although he could deliver the
ball very fast, tended to aim for the batsman's head with their first ball.
When it was my turn to go in, I knew where the ball was going.  Nine times
out of ten I would probably have missed the shot I played, but this time it
came off perfectly.  Miles bowled the ball at me.  The ball shot up at my
face, I swung the bat around and hit it neatly for what would surely have
been a boundary if we weren't playing in nets.  "Well done Adrian," shouted
the instructor.  "I noticed that Miles was becoming a bit predictable." I
beamed with pride.  Miles did not look so happy.  I wasn't so lucky with
his subsequent balls.  One hit the bottom of my ribs, one on the back of my
hand (which hurt so much I wondered if it was broken), and one between the
legs.  I saw the boys expressions of sympathetic pain and realised why they
doing it.  I rolled around in mock agony for a while.

   I took a stint at bowling later that day.  It turned out that Miles was
completely unable to play spin bowling.  Just as he was learning where the
spin of the ball was likely to take it, I would give him a googly (where
the ball spins the opposite way to usual).  I clean bowled him 3 times in
one over and caught him once more.  Miles hadn't had a good day, and I
think that was when he became my enemy.

   Over the next couple of weeks, my male disguise worked fine.  My room
had a separate bathroom, so there was never any need for nakedness in front
of my room mate Colin.  He didn't have the same shyness as me and I saw him
naked more often than I saw myself.  There wasn't really much to see - he
had a tiny penis and only a small patch of pubes around it.  I would spend
the day in different cricketing sessions.  I would usually split my time
equally between spin bowling and batting.  Afterwards I would have an
evening meal with everyone and spend a few hours watching TV in the common
room.  It was true to say I wasn't exactly "one of the lads", but I was
respected well enough by the others.  I became known as "Aidy".  Maybe they
thought I was a bit weird, but I don't know.

   It was about half way through the course when my carefully laid plans
went awry.  I was batting in the nets, fending off fast balls from Miles
and the other fast bowlers.  Miles had just managed to hit my thigh again -
I knew it would add to my tally of bruises, when I felt the familiar
feeling of something about to happen down below.  My period was about to
start.  It wasn't entirely unexpected, but I would be sunk if blood started
seeping through my whites.  I rand off the fields with a hasty "Sorry guys,
got to go to the toilet".

   I reached the boys toilets (I had grown accustomed to using them by
now), and chose a cubicle.  I unwrapped the tampon I had hidden in my
pocket, slipped my trousers and pants off, then put one foot on the toilet
bowl, and relaxed so that I could insert the tampon.  These aren't my
preferred form of feminine hygiene as they tended to leave me feeling a bit
dry, but they were discrete.  I slid the tampon in with the cardboard
applicator tube.  It wasn't a moment too soon as the tube came away covered
in blood.

   I cleaned myself up with some toilet roll, then flushed the blood
stained tube, the wrapper and the toilet paper, then pulled my trousers
back on.

   When I came out of the cubicle, I passed Miles.  "Sorry about that
Miles. I just had to go." "No problem.  I wondered if you had come in for a
little cry." "Ha!  You would have to bowl faster than that to make me cry."

   I didn't wash my hands as I had never seen a single boy wash his hands
after using the toilet, and left Miles to it.

   The rest of the day went as normal.  After the practice session, I went
back to my room to freshen up and change, and more importantly, to change
the tampon.  I found Miles waiting for me at the door.  "Can I have a quick
word?" He asked.  I was on my guard immediately.  "What about?" "A personal
matter." "Ok" I agreed hesitantly and let him in.  Without asking he sat in
the one armchair, with his leg hooked over the arm.  "So what is it?" He
grinned at me.  "When I went to the toilet earlier today, I found something
unusual floating in the pan." he began.  "I fished it out and it turned out
to be a tampon wrapper and a small cardboard tube.  The tube was covered in
blood." This wasn't looking good.  I didn't say anything.  "It looked like
someone was having a problem with menstruation.  But who could it be? 
There are no girls or women on the campus.  Certainly no-one likely to use
the boys changing room toilets." I felt my cheeks going red.  "So I could
only conclude that someone in our group was posing as a boy, but was in
fact a girl." He had it worked out.  He was enjoying my humiliation.  "I
thought to my self who looked a bit feminine?  Who has never been seen in
the changing room showers?  Who, frankly, plays like a girl?  Who had just
come out of that same toilet cubicle?" He smiled a leering smile at me. 
"So did you `come on' today Adrian?" He waited for an answer.  There was no
point in denying it.  After a few seconds I replied "Yes." without making
eye contact.  "So Adrian - and that obviously isn't your real name - you
are in fact a girl?" "Yes" "So where are your tits then?" "I am wearing a
tight sports bra to squash them down" "Show me." I undid all the buttons on
my white shirt.  I held it open so Miles could see my bra.  "Take your bra
off." "What?" "Do you know what would happen if I told Alan that you are a
girl?  You would probably be sitting on the next taxi home.  Would that go
down well with your mum and dad?" I didn't bother him with my personal
circumstances.  Dad was away with Maddy in Spain right now and I couldn't
have him dragged back home now.  I pulled the shirt right off, then
unclasped my bra.  My breasts sprang from their confinement.  Without
thinking, I gave them a massage to get the blood flowing in them again. 
"What do you want from me?" I asked.  "Isn't it obvious?  I want you to pay
for my silence." "You want money?" I asked incredulous.  "Not money my dear
- I have plenty of that.  I would have said, that I wanted a fuck, but to
be honest the thought of fucking the disgusting bloody mess that your cunt
must be in is a bit of a turn off." "So what do you want?" "A blow job will
suffice my dear." "And if I do, you wont tell anyone?" "My lips will be
sealed."

   I knelt in front of him and undid the catch on his trousers.  It wasn't
like I had never done this sort of thing before.  I pulled his trousers and
pants down to expose his semi-hard cock, and he stepped right out of them.
His cock wasn't as big as dad's but it was certainly bigger than Colin's.
He resumed his leg over the arm of the chair pose.

   I took his cock in my hand and went to lick the tip of it.  "Oh, there
is one other thing...  A little peccadillo of mine...  lick my bum hole
first please." His balls were hanging down over his bum hole.  I lifted
them out of the way, and gingerly touched my tongue onto his puckered hole.
It was a bit sweaty, and smelt slightly farty.  I felt his dick twitch a
little and become harder.  "A little deeper please Adrian." I pressed a bit
harder, and suddenly his hole widened a bit and allowed my tongue to slip
inside more.  It was distinctly more of a shitty taste now.  "That's the
way...  Hmmmm....  Very nice.  See if you can get it in a bit further" I
pushed hard and his bum gave way a little more His cock had become hard in
my hand.  "Ok, you can suck me now." I moved back to his knob and took it
in my mouth.  I bobbed my head up and down on it, rubbing the end against
my lips and tongue.  At the same time I beat him off with my hand.  It took
a few minutes, then he shot his thick gooey seed into my mouth.  "Mmmm. 
You have done that before you filthy tart." I couldn't answer until I had
swallowed the mouthful of sperm down.  "I have done what you wanted, now
fuck off!" I shouted, voice cracking.  "Awww.  Is she going to cry?" He
made a mock tear wiping gesture, then pulled on his trousers and waved
goodbye to me as he left.

   I took a long hot shower, then used endless toothpaste as I tried
unsuccessfully to get the taste of Miles off of me.

   Unfortunately it was only an instalment.  The next evening Miles was
waiting for me again.  For the first few days, the torment took the same
form.  I had to lick his bum hole until he was hard then suck him off until
he came in my mouth.  He seemed content to squeeze my tits and call me his
"dirty tart" or "cock-sucking whore".

   On the fourth day however, he told me to strip naked.  I still had the
string of a tampon hanging from my vagina.  I had already realised that
this was all that was going to stop him fucking my pussy, and I would
ensure there would be a tampon there for some time to come, but I wasn't
sure how long Miles would believe it.

   It was halfway through the course.  There was a free day this afternoon
for everyone to take a break from cricket.  It was a baking hot day and
most of the boys had gathered in and around the pool.  What wouldn't I have
given to take a dip.  My bra was digging in to me and my sock was annoying
me.

   "Hiya.  Don't fancy cooling off?" It was a girl about my age wearing a
bikini.  She was a little taller than me with dark shoulder length hair. 
Her breasts were small but well formed.  "I cant compete with all those
body beautiful types." I replied.  "I know what you mean, they are so full
of themselves." I was aware that most of the boys in the pool had stopped
splashing and had started looking at her.  "Can you hold this for me?" She
passed me a small bag and a towel.

   She dived in one end of the pool, and swam the length of the pool
underwater.  She surfaced at the far end and swam another 5 more lengths
effortlessly, then pulled herself out of the water.  She was dripping and
her costume was clinging to her.  It seemed ages since any of us had seen a
girl, I was sure there must have been 20 erections and definitely 1 tingly
pussy.

   I held the towel out and draped it over the girl's shoulders.  "Thanks.
I'm Sally by the way." "Am...  er Adrian." "You don't seem too sure." She
smiled at me.  "Where did you learn to swim like that?" "Dad taught me." "I
am a bit hopeless in the water" This wasn't quite true, but I felt I had to
explain my absence from the water.

   "Why don't you come and walk with me?" We just talked as we walked
around the grounds.  "Dad doesn't like me talking to the `oiks' as he calls
them".  I asked her what she was doing here.  She said that her dad was one
of the masters at the school and ran the cricket academy.  "Do you mean
Alan?" I asked.  Alan seemed ok, and he certainly knew his cricket. 
"That's him," she confirmed, then asked "Do you have a girlfriend?"

   I decided that talking about Casey as if we were boyfriend and
girlfriend would be too difficult, so I opted for a lie.  "No.  What about
you?" "Of course I don't have a girlfriend, silly!" she tickled me, then
more seriously "No Adrian, I do not have a boyfriend." It was starting to
turn dark, and getting chilly.  She put her arm in mine.  "Can you walk me
back to the apartment please." We got to her door.  She turned to me
"Adrian, you are the nicest boy I know.  You haven't tried to grope me or
snog me or talk about yourself all the time" "I hate that." I replied. 
"When I hear other boys doing that stuff, I mean" She put her arms around
me, looked into my eyes.  "So are you a boy?" My blood ran cold.  I was
toast.  I would be on the first bus home.  "...or a man?" She leant forward
and kissed me on the lips.  I forgot myself and kissed her back with a kiss
I would usually have reserved for Casey.  I ran my finger down her bare
back, down onto her bikini clad bottom, and felt her skin getting goose
pimples.  She finally came up for air.  "You are such an amazing kisser!" I
think I had answered her question.  I could feel my pussy doing it's thing,
so I was fairly sure hers was too.  "Are you around tomorrow?" she asked. I
explained when my last coaching session finished.  We arranged to meet at
the gate 60 minutes after that - it would give me time to change and get
Miles' blowjob out of the way.

   She gave me a peck on the cheek and went inside.  I went back to the
student accommodation.  When I got back to the common room a huge "Whey
hey!" went up from the other boys.  Suddenly it seemed I was one of the
lads after all.  "Did you snog her?" "Did you feel her tits?" "Has she got
a friend?" I was a little torn.  I knew any boy would have spilled his guts
and embellished what had happened, but I hated it when I overheard stuff
like that in the playground.  I decided to give them the basic facts to
shut them up.  "We walked, and we talked.  When we got back to her
apartment we had a goodnight kiss." "What sort of a kiss?  A peck, or a
snog, tongues or no tongues?" I went a bit red "It was a snog.  With
tongues" Another huge cheer.

   Someone had smuggled in some lager and gave me a can.  Another boy gave
me a condom "just in case".  It had expired a year ago, but it was a nice
thought.

   I swigged happily from the can - it was nice to be the centre of
attention for a change.  Someone gave me another can when it was empty.  I
think I might have had another one after that.

   The next morning I had a blinding headache and my bladder was fit to
burst.  I didn't recognise exactly where I was, but I seemed to be in a
communal changing room with my head over a shower tray.  My hair was wet.
"I got you in here because I thought you were going to be sick," It was
Colin.  "and you were." I lifted my head up and the room started to spin. I
heaved again.  Colin washed the puke away with the shower.  "What time is
it?" I asked.  "8:15" "You have been with me all night?" "That's what
friends are for.  I couldn't leave you like that - anything could have
happened." I patted his leg, then weakly said "Thanks".

   I gingerly looked up.  A naked boy called Brad walked by, he flicked my
bottom with his towel.  I heard a shower start near me.  "It was a good
night last night, eh Aidy".  "Yeah" I stood up slowly, steadying myself on
the wall when the room seemed to lurch.  Another naked boy walked past. 
And another.  "Can you get me back to the room." "Have you finished being
sick?" "I think so" Colin put my arm over his shoulder and steered me back
to our room.  "Adrian, there is something I need to tell you about."
"Sorry, Colin.  It will have to wait." I went into the bathroom of our room
and hastily relieved myself, then I flopped on the bed and slept.

   Colin came back at lunch time.  I was feeling much better by then and
had decided to go to the afternoon lesson.  Colin looked distraught. 
"What's up?" "I did something terrible last night." "What?" "I took
advantage of you?" I sat up.  I had a horrible feeling about what he might
have done.  "What did you do?" "I am so sorry.  If you want to punch me I
understand." he took his glasses off.  "Just tell me what you did." "When I
helped you to the shower room, we were alone and I kissed you." "Anything
else?" "It turned into a snog.  You must have thought I was that girl.  I
am so sorry.  Just hit me as hard as you can.  I wont say anything." "You
are gay?" "Yes.  I think so.  I never actually did anything with a boy..."
I stood up and went over to him.  He shut his eyes and waited for me to
land my punch.  I leant forward and kissed him on the lips.  He was a
little surprised but began to kiss me back.  He looked so overjoyed.  I
could see his penis erect under his cricket whites.  "There is something
you should know as well" I told him, then I told him to wait where he was
and I went into the bathroom.  I took off my top and my awkwardly tight
bra. I hesitated, then went the whole hog and removed my trousers and
underpants.  I went back into the room.  He gaped.  His mouth opened and
closed a few times.  "You are a..." "Girl.  Yes.  My name is actually
Amber." "You have breasts." Colin wasn't picking this up quickly.  "And
a... vagina." "That's the thing about girls." I grabbed my dressing gown.
"Still think you are gay?" "Yes" "Come in the bathroom with me." I stepped
into the shower.  Clearing the last of my hangover with a warm blast of hot
water.  Colin was on the point of tears.  "I have made a complete fool of
myself.  I fell in love with Adrian." "I'm sorry." I replied.  "I didn't
mean to deceive you.  I just want to play cricket and they wouldn't let me
come as a girl.  As soon as my clothes are on I am going to be Adrian
again." "When you kissed me, I thought we might make love." "You wanted
to...  do stuff.  With me?  There and then?" "Of course I did" I stepped
out of the shower and dried off.  Colin wasn't looking at me.  "I shouldn't
have kissed you.  I'm sorry" I told him.

   I pulled on my cricket whites, combed my hair until I looked
presentable. I was back to being Adrian again.  "Cheer up Col.  There is a
boy with a big hard cock and a tight arse out there just for you." "It wont
be you though Adrian." He wiped his eyes.  I slapped him on the back and we
went to the dining room.  I could have eaten a horse.  As we walked, Colin
asked "What about that girl you kissed?" "That's easy.  I am a lesbian."
Colin walked into the doorframe as we entered the dining room.

   I met up with Sally after practice as we had arranged.  She was wearing
clothes this time, but still looked pretty fine.  We gently kissed a
greeting.  "I was worried about you.  I heard you didn't make practice this
morning." "I think I must have eaten something that disagreed with me, but
I am ok" "You didn't get pissed then?" I laughed my confession to her.  I
asked what she had planned.  She told me there was a fair nearby, and that
was fine with me.  We caught a bus to go the mile or two to the fairground.


   We held hands as we looked at the rides.  We started on the "big wheel",
followed by a "magic carpet" ride, then the "ghost train".  This was her
excuse to cling on to me.  "Don't worry fair maid, I will protect you!" I
could feel her breast pressing into my side as she clung onto me.  When we
came out of the ride, I gave the attendant another �2 so that we could go
around again.  This time we didn't watch what happened on the ride as we
were locked in a long passionate kiss.

   The ride finally ended and we reluctantly got off.  "You are such an
amazing kisser." She told me.  I smiled.  We kissed again, there in front
of the candy floss stall.

   "Hello Sally" It was a boy's voice.  Sally broke the kiss.  "Hello Dave.
I would say it is nice to see you, but it isn't." Dave was a fairly burly
looking boy, nearly a foot taller than me and a year or two older.  He had
some nasty acne, and the beginnings of stubble on his chin.  Sally
explained to me that this was her ex boyfriend.  "And who is your..." he
looked me over "...little friend." I bristled.  "This is Adrian.  My new
boyfriend." "I thought you liked your boyfriends a bit less...  weedy."
"Well, he doesn't just grope my tits at every opportunity.  He knows what a
woman wants" I didn't like the look of where this was heading.  Dave was
turning red.  "He is fantastic in bed, and he lasts more than 20 seconds!"
Sally continued.  Dave let out a bellow.  He grabbed my lapels and lifted
me clean of my feet.  I had trouble breathing so I swung a kick between his
legs.  He doubled up, but didn't let go.  I punched him as hard as I could
in the face.  It wasn't hard enough.  He grinned at me at spat some blood
out of his mouth.  Then still holding me he punched me twice in the
stomach, then I took a crunching punch to my chin.  The force of the last
blow made me fly from his grasp.  I landed on the floor on my hands and
knees.  I was a little dazed.  "And this is for the kick in my balls." He
took a hard kick at where my balls should have been then stormed off. 
Fortunately my sock took the impact.

   Sally rushed over to me and helped me up.  She was so sorry about Dave.
"It might have helped if you hadn't wound him up like that" I told her
ruefully.  My lip had been split quite badly and was freely dripping blood.
Sally cleaned it up as best as she could with a tissue and we caught the
bus back.  "Sorry.  He was such an idiot when we were together" she
explained.  "How long since you broke up?" "A month" "Why did you have sex
with...  Him?" "Mainly because my dad didn't like him.  But when we did
fuck, Dave just banged away until he came, farted, and acted like I must
have had the best orgasm ever!  Idiot!"

   We got back to the academy.  She showed me into her apartment - her dad
had left her note that he had to go out.

   She turned to face me and gave me a lingering kiss, although my bruises
hurt when she hugged me.  When we parted, she gave me a cheeky grin and
started to undo her blouse.  When it was off, she unclasped her bra and
removed it, allowing her rounded breasts free.  I kissed her nipples making
them harden at my touch.  She went to undo my shirt, but I told her I
wanted to see her naked first.  I helped her out of her skirt and panties
until she was naked in front of me.  She had a line of pubes leading up
from her slit.  She was gorgeous.  "Your turn" "In a minute" "Awww.  I want
to see your cock!" "It is only right that I show you that I am not like
Dave and can make you come before I take my clothes off" I told her to take
me to her bedroom, then I laid her down and gave her the works: I had
decided not to finger her yet - instead I teased her orally - firstly
licking and nibbling around her hole, then I took my time licking her sweet
little pussy lips, making her come.  Finally I dipped my tongue into her
bubbling hole, tasting her juices and pushing my tongue as far as I could
into her until her hips started bucking through another orgasm, coming on
my face.  "That was amazing.  Please make love to me now." "Shut your eyes"
I explained I was shy.  I had decided I was going to go for it.  I quickly
took my shirt and bra off, then my trousers, pants and socks - I had
already dispensed with my tampon.  I thought she might sneak a peek, so I
was turned away from her.  "Nice arse." she said.  "Eyes shut now!" I
ordered.  I slipped into the bed beside her and pulled the covers over us,
then I stole another long kiss from her.  "I can taste myself on your lips"
she told me.  "Nice?" "Mmmmm" "Sally, there is something I need to tell
you. Give me your hand." She held her hand up to me.  I guided her hand
under the covers.  "I can find your cock without your help Adrian." She
might have trouble.  Parting my legs slightly, I put her hand on my pussy,
and managed to slip her finger inside my sopping hole.  Sally didn't twig
immediately.  Then the shock spread across her face.  If she started
screaming I would be toast.  "You're a girl." "Yes.  My real name is Amber"
"And you...  like other girls." "Yes.  I like you too.  I just made you
come three times, and I want to make love with you now." I waited for her
to think things through.  "Can you kiss me again please Adr...  Amber.  I
want to see if it feels the same as a minute ago" I kissed her, tentatively
at first but then feeling her respond, I kissed her more passionately.  I
could feel her breasts against mine.  Her mind was made up.  We made love
for ages, finger fucking her while I nibbled her nipples in a way I know
Casey likes.  Sally liked it too.  After coming twice more, Sally decided
it was time to please me.  She hesitantly licked my labia, but then
realising the effect it was having on me she became bolder, licking me to
orgasm.

   Finally we laid exhausted in each others arms, snuggling sweatily
together.  "Do you know, I have never even touched another girls breasts
before?" Amber giggled.  I could feel her slip her finger inside me once
more.  "and here I am doing unspeakable things with you." She asked how I
managed to get away so long with my deception.  I explained about my
superior room, so I was only sharing with one boy.  Then I told her that he
was gay and that had caused its own problems because he had fallen in love
with me.  She gasped.  "What did you do?" "I had to tell him.  Show him
actually.  He was really upset because he thought I might break his duck."
"Poor boy.  Tell him to go and see Carlos." "Who?" "Carlos.  The
groundsman. Lots of muscles and never wears a shirt." I had seen him
around. "He is gay?" "Yes.  He has had half the boys who come to school
here.  With the holidays, he must be getting a bit desperate by now."
"Thanks for that.  I will let him know."

   It was then that her dad came into the room.  He had arrived un-noticed
and was checking to see if Sally was asleep.  "What the hell is going on
here?" It was a rhetorical question of course.  He strode into the room. 
"I think it is time for you to leave young man." he grabbed my arm and
pulled me out of the bed, dumping me in a heap on the floor.  "I will call
your parents to pick you up first thing in the morning.  Having sex with my
daughter is `Unacceptable Conduct'"

   "And you young lady, what do you think you are doing?  His voice hasn't
even broken yet!" I stood up, unseen behind him.  "Dad, look behind you."
He briefly looked at me as I stood, hands on hips, naked before him.  I can
be a bitch with attitude when I want to be!  He turned back to Sally to
continue his tirade.  Then stopped and looked back at me.  "Adrian?"
"Actually its Amber, Dad." "She, and you..." He was in shock.  "If you kick
her out dad, the first thing she is going to do is call the newspapers."
Sally let the news sink in.  I would do no such thing of course.  "I can
see the headline: Girl poses as a boy and has lesbian romp in exclusive
cricket academy." "I would be finished" he eventually said.  I started to
pull on my clothes.  "Your best bet is to forget you saw her." Another long
pause.  "Ok." I think he was in shock or something.  My clothing disguise
restored, I leant forward and kissed Sally goodnight.  I only intended it
to be a brief goodnight kiss, but she turned it into a horny tongue fest.
When we separated, I noticed the covers had slipped off her breasts.  Her
dad was watching open mouthed, the front of his trousers tenting out - the
dirty bastard.  "Goodnight Sally." "Goodnight Adrian." She blew me a kiss
as I left.

   I got back to the common room.  There was another huge cheer for me. 
Why was nothing like this ever private?  "Did you get any further with her
Aidy?" Brad asked.  I smiled, hoping to get away without being grilled for
every detailed.  "He did!  Second base?  Third Base?  Oh my god, he fucked
her!  What was she like?" I paused - had to say something.  "Wet." "So you
needed that condom after all mate!" "Actually I didn't bother with it."
"You came inside her?  You dirty hardcore dog." "I came in her mouth" I was
getting a little swept up by the excitement, and it wasn't actually a lie.
The admiring boys were hanging on every word.  "Did she spit or swallow?"
"She didn't spit.  She licked me clean." Another can of lager was thrust I
to my hands.  I was careful to sip slowly this time.

   I didn't linger in the common room and went back to find Colin.  Back in
our room, Colin was reading.  I explained to him about Carlos.  "I have
seen him - he is fit!" he replied.  "Do you think he wants to do it with
someone like me?" "Why wouldn't he?" I asked.  I didn't mention that poor
Carlos must have gone weeks without sex by now.  "I don't think he is the
committed relationship type though Colin, so don't fall in love or
anything." "But how would I talk to him?" "Just go to his room, knock on
the door, and tell him you think he is really fit and that you want some.
Do it now!"

   Colin was obviously having second thoughts, so I practically marched him
to Carlos' apartment.  I knocked on the door for him and hid around the
nearest corner.  "Hello" It was Carlos, speaking in a thick Spanish accent.
Colin replied in one long garbled sentence.  "Hello, my name is Colin and I
really like you and I want to come in so you can have me." There was a
pause.  "You had better come in."

   Colin didn't get back until 6am the following morning.  He was too
excited to let me sleep.  "Amber.  Amber!" "What?" "I lost it!  My cherry!"
"You did it?  Was it ok?" "It was amazing, we took each others clothes off,
and rubbed each other's willies.  I came really quickly but he said it
didn't matter.  He got me to suck his cock then he said he wanted to be
inside my butt and he fucked me until he came inside me." He was gabbling,
but I followed what he said.  "Did it hurt?" "A bit at first, but after a
while it was fine.  Then he sucked my cock, and he took it right in his
mouth." he went on "then I came".  "Did you get to fuck his bum?" I asked.
"Carlos doesn't do that.  He let me lick his bum hole until he got hard
though." Realisation slowly dawned on me where Miles had got this from.

   Cricket coaching went too slowly that day.  I had a plan for Miles.

   At the end of the final session, I went over to Miles and covertly said
to him "Miles, Colin is going to be in my room, can we use your room
today?" "Oh I suppose so.  Has your period finished yet?" "Yes." Miles told
me where his room was - it wasn't near any of the other boys rooms.  As
Miles attended the school in term time he continued to use his normal room.

   Twenty minutes later I knocked on his door.  He let me in and I found
myself in a large, well appointed apartment.  "Get you clothes off, whore."
he ordered.  I did as I was told and Miles removed his trousers and sat in
an armchair in his usual spread legs pose.  "Come over here." He roughly
slipped his finger inside me.  The excitement of the plan had meant I was
slightly wet down there.  "What a tart.  You are gagging for it!" He
inserted another finger and shoved them both into me as far as they would
go.  It wasn't like when Casey did it - it was just a rough intrusion.  "I
am going to enjoy this." Miles told me.  "But first things first - you know
the drill." I knelt down and gently lifted his testicles away from his bum
hole.  I pushed my tongue deeply into his anus.  I had become used to the
taste by now.  I pushed in hard and wiggled my tongue as best as I could. I
could see his cock rise to full hardness from the corner of my eye.  "Hmm
that was excellent.  Have you considered becoming a full time prostitute
before?" Still holding his balls out of the way, I withdrew to ask "How
much would you pay for this to be done?" It was that moment I gave his
testicles a hard twist.  Miles let out a loud high pitched scream.  "No one
can hear you here, Miles." I explained calmly, giving his balls another
twist.  His scream had become a high rasp.  His bollocks were already an
ugly purple colour.  His mouth was opening, trying to form words.  I think
he was trying to plead for mercy.  "Miles," I held tightly onto his sack.
"I am a 13 year old girl who has been coerced by you into performing oral
sex.  Today, I have no doubt you would have raped me." He was shaking his
head.  I hate liars, so I squeezed his balls to let him know what I thought
of him.  Tears were running down his face.

   "When I leave this room, you are never going to speak to anyone about
me. Understand?" He nodded vigorously.  He was such a liar.  I gave his nut
sack another twist.  He screamed again.  "A couple of things you should
know.  Firstly Alan knows I am a girl and has accepted it, so don't waste
your time.  Secondly, Carlos tells me how you like to be taken up the arse
by him.  Tell anyone else about me and I will make sure that every boy here
knows what a dirty pervert you are.  Understand?" He managed to nod.  I
stood up as far as I could whilst still holding his purple, bulging balls.
"And Miles...  I really don't like you." I let go of his testicles long
enough to get a good hard knee into his groin.  Miles fell out of the chair
clutching himself.  He laid there still - he had passed out.  I had gone a
little further than I intended but it was nothing less than he deserved. 
He was still breathing ok and, as I didn't want his death on my conscience,
I put him into the recovery position before dressing and leaving the room.

   I didn't see Miles come out of his room for the remaining days of my
holiday.

   I had mad love with Sally most evenings - it didn't really matter
whether her dad was there or not, he didn't try to stop us.

   The last evening was a party - girls were allowed and a couple of the
boys had asked some girls from the nearby village.  Alan made a series of
presentations - some were proper awards, but there were plenty of joke ones
to make sure everyone got something.  I was really pleased to be awarded
"Best spin bowler" and "Most Improved batsman", but I also got "Most
bruised batsman".  Miles was still absent, but got "Most aggressive
bowler".

   After the awards, Alan made himself scarce whilst the rest of us got on
with the party.  Some lager had found its way into the room again and it
went quite well.  Naturally Sally was keen to smooch with me, but the other
girls seemed pretty game as well.

   "Lets go back to my apartment - it is our last night tonight" she
slurred slightly - we were both a bit pissed.  We got a few comments as we
left like "Give her one for me Aidy!"

   We got inside her apartment and shed our clothes as soon as we were
inside the front door - we didn't make it much further than the living room
- it was dark but it didn't really matter.  We both knew it would probably
be the last time we made love so we made it a night to remember.  I kissed
her lovely boobs, then moved down to her pussy.  She tasted good, and I
decided to slip my tongue into her bottom just to see how she took it.  She
was a bit surprised to say the least, but once she realised it was nice she
got into me tongue fucking her bum hole and didn't complain when I slipped
in a finger.  I kept it in there, wiggling around whilst I fucked her pussy
furiously with my other hand.  She came and came and came.

   It was her turn to pleasure me, and she asked what I wanted.  Then we
made noisy love on the carpet.  With a pang of guilt I realised what I
liked: I kneeled up, swung my leg over Sally facing her feet, my pussy over
her face.  I lowered myself gently down until she realised what I wanted
her to do, then lowered myself some more until she had a mouthful of me,
mashing my pussy onto her face and nose gave me a huge orgasm.  It was when
I came down from my orgasm that I noticed a shadowy figure sitting across
the room watching us.  It must have been her dad.  With my eyes adjusted to
the gloom I realised he wasn't just watching.  I could see he was stroking
his quite large, hard dick.  It would have freaked out Sally if she knew he
was there so I didn't say anything.  He hadn't done anything to me, so I
didn't want to spoil things for him.
"Did you like me licking your bottom?" I asked Sally, giving her enough

room to answer.  "Oh yes!" "and me finger fucking your pussy?" "Yes!" "And
you liked me face fucking you?" "Wow, yes!" "Are you going to sleep with
lots of other girls from now on?" I could see her dad's hand pumping
faster. "Every chance I get, and I get a lot of opportunity when I am back
in my all girls school." "You lucky bitch." We both laughed.  I noticed her
dad had stopped pounding, so I guessed he had come.  "All this talking has
made my pussy tingle again.  Ready for another face fuck?" "Mmmm.  Can I
put my finger in your bottom while we do it?" "Sure." I lowered myself
down, and felt her finger intruding into my bottom.  I gesticulated for her
dad to go now, which he did.  Sally and I fucked for a couple more hours
before I returned to my room.

   It was the last day.  There was the usual panic of packing everything,
then the coach arrived, the luggage loaded and the students started to
board.  Sally ran towards the coach.  "Adrian!" she called before I reached
the door of the coach.  "I thought I might have missed you!" She flung her
arms around me and gave me a huge kiss.  A cheer from within the coach went
up.  When we broke the kiss, Sally had tears running down her face.  "I am
going to miss you." "Me too.  You have my email.  Keep in touch." I was
feeling a little tearful myself, but that wouldn't do in front of the
others.  We kissed and hugged once more before I boarded the coach, then
when the coach pulled away she waved frantically until she was finally out
of sight.

   I had planned the reunion with my dad.  I had told him a time 1 hour
later than the time the coach should come into the station.  This would
give me time to change my appearance back to Amber, with plenty of extra
time just in case.  Unfortunately, there was a car crash on the motorway
home and we were delayed several hours by the traffic jam.  I was going to
catch it when I got off the coach and dad saw me, but there was nothing I
could do.

   The coach eventually arrived.  I could see dad, Maddy and Casey waiting
for me as the coach pulled in.  Casey ran over to me as I exited the bus,
and hugged me as tightly as she could, covering me with kisses.  "I missed
you so much." she told me.  "Aidy, I don't know what you have, but I wish I
had it too." It was one of the older boys, alighting behind me.  "Nice one
Aidy." Another boy told me, slapping me on the back.  I got several more
envious comments and back slaps from the others.  Even Colin said "Amb...
Er Aidrian, you are amazing!" I told him to keep in touch, and he said he
would.  At last we were alone.  "So, `Aidy'.  Do you mind telling me what
the hell is going on?" Dad looked furious, but I told him exactly what had
happened and even he could see the funny side.  "Don't think you are going
to get away with this young...  man.  You are going to be grounded for the
rest of your formative life." I kissed him, and hugged Maddy.  I took a few
minutes to remove my disguise in the station toilets before we made the
journey home.

   Casey had already arranged to stay over with me that night, so the
moment we got home and unpacked I whisked her to my room where we made long
slow love.  It was afterwards when we were snuggled together that Casey
told me she loved me that I suffered a pang of conscience.  I couldn't
deceive the love of my life.  "Casey, there is something I have to tell
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