Room 2D

As requested, here is an enhanced version of The Accusation from Blushes Supplement 19 Mr Peters studied his daughter’s deep clear blue eyes and then shook his head in disbelief. ‘Are you sure? He did what?’ Cheryl repeated her accusation. ‘He came into my cubicle, daddy… and put his arms around my…’ Her mother had been busying herself in the kitchen but her daughter’s words had put paid to the housework, at least for the time being. ‘This is very serious,’ said Mr Peters. ‘Very serious indeed.’ It was time for Cheryl to leave for work. She slipped her anorak over her shoulders, picked up her shoulder-bag and checked she had her car keys. ‘Anyway. I’ll see you tonight.’ She gave her mother a quick kiss on the cheek and went on her way. ‘I’m amazed at old Mason. Really I am.’ Peters told his wife. ‘After all, he’s been attendant at the baths for years. Good grief. I think he was there when I was a lad.’ Peters also had to get to w...

From Roué 23 Cheryl sat at her bedroom window and stared gloomily out at the garden below. How could she be so inconsiderate?, she thought; what makes her think she’s got the right to treat me in this way? Downstairs her mother poured herself a generous helping of brandy and sank back into an armchair. At last she had done it — at last she had refused to give into her daughter’s demands. She took a sip of the beverage and purred as it warmed her insides. She was a contented woman. It had been almost a year since Brenda Willis lost her husband to a slip of a thing from the typing pool and the most problematical aspect of life without hubby had proved to be her daughter’s behaviour. Slowly but surely Cheryl had wound her mother round her little finger; she had her exactly where she wanted her. If one of Cheryl’s requests didn’t meet with her mother’s approval — as was often the case — the point would be argued over but, without ...

Story from Janus 53 by Christopher James It all started for me half a century ago. This is a tale of two girls; Nina, aged 18, and Rose, 16. They were my cousins. Nina, who worked in an office, was quite attractive but not a beauty, and rather broad around the hips. Rose, on the other hand, was a very pretty girl, possessing lovely chestnut hair with auburn tints, and a good well-rounded figure. As a young man back in the thirties, I used to spend two weeks summer holiday with my widowed aunt and the two daughters, in a north-east seaside town. I became moderately intimate with Nina and we indulged in some petting, but it was frustrating for me because, despite some passionate sessions, she always kept her head and her modesty, and would never permit so much as a touch below the waist. She was certainly no prude, but in those days a girl could be ‘ruined’ by an unwed pregnancy without an urgent marriage — and such a contingency fo...