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  CHANGE PARTNERS

  By

  Cathryn Cooper

  Publisher Information

  Change Partners first published in 1997 by Headline Book Publishing. Published as an eBook in 2011 by Chimera Books Ltd.

  www.chimerabooks.co.uk

  Digital Edition Converted and Published by

  Andrews UK Limited

  www.andrewsuk.com

  This novel is fiction - in real life practice safe sex.

  This eBook is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser. The characters and situations in this eBook are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.

  Copyright Cathryn Cooper. The right of Cathryn Cooper to be identified as author of this book has been asserted in accordance with section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.

  Chapter 1

  Michael’s Story

  It was Michael who started it really. They were all at the country club and had just finished showering after a workout in the gym followed by a swim and a sauna. After washing away the sweat, they were mellow and glowing, their outer and inner selves resplendent with the illusion of renewed vigour.

  Perhaps their nakedness had something to do with it, symbolising the putting aside of their inhibitions as well as their clothes. All the same, Michael initiated the telling of secrets with a simple enough question.

  ‘How old were you the first time you had it, Jamie?’ Shaking his sandy-haired head, Jamie’s smile turned to a chuckle. ‘Young but virile. What’s it to you?’

  Michael’s expression reflected the mood of the moment as he stretched his well-worked-out torso in the sequestered privacy of the men’s changing room. They were all boys together, confident of their own sexual prowess, but still possessing an adolescent curiosity about that of others.

  ‘Natural interest.’ Michael shrugged cheerily. ‘Anyway it’s all water under the bridge. We can all look back on our successes and failures now in the light of experience and, boy, have I had some experience!’

  ‘Okay, okay. If you’re the great super-stud, Mickey boy, then why so nosy about my first time?’

  Michael got up from the bench, stretched, and turned his eyes to his biceps as he flexed his right arm, his muscles tensing and relaxing as he curled and uncurled his fingers. His penis quivered as he did so. After exercising and showering, Michael always did his cooling-down stretches naked. The others did their best to appear disinterested, yet it was hard not to admire his body and wonder just how many women had admired it too.

  ‘I’m only asking out of interest,’ Michael went on. ‘Nothing wrong with comparing notes is there? Anyway, who’s to say you can’t teach me something?’

  ‘Tell you mine any time,’ said Thomas in that calm, low voice of his. Leaning his head back against the coolness of a metal locker, he closed his eyes and smiled. He had a white towel wrapped around his waist. His flesh looked a deeper brown against it than it actually was. He had a few dark brown moles scattered over his shoulders and down his back - like beauty spots. ‘I can see it all now,’ he said softly. ‘Firm round bottoms, long, girlish legs.’

  ‘And that was only the boys!’ It was Michael who said that. Michael who was so sure of his looks, his masculinity, his sexual prowess. Michael, who was married to Josie, an artistic and charming wife; so gifted, so pleasant, and so long-suffering.

  They laughed like men do when they’re together on their own territory, where a sign on the outside of a door confirms the fact: Changing Room. Men Only.

  Jamie, looking thoughtful, rolled his bulging shoulder muscles. As he did so, his chest hair - which was as much as Michael’s and Thomas’s combined - moved in shuddering waves. Like Thomas, he too was wearing a white towel around his thighs. But Jamie did not like Michael to outdo him. He flung it to one side and exposed the crinkly hair that clustered thickly in his groin. His cock was stiff, begging the others to look at it. They appeared not to, but that did not mean they had not noticed.

  Jamie tried to look unconcerned. ‘Interesting to think back,’ he said casually. ‘Interesting to wonder what we would have done if we’d had the experience then that we have now. Would we have married the women we did?’

  A quick furtive look came to Michael’s eyes, then was gone. A more gentle look came to Thomas’s. Jamie saw them both, but did not comment. He smiled a satisfied smile beneath the partial camouflage of his sandy moustache. ‘Tell me how old you were when you first used your weapon.’ He directed his question at Michael.

  Taken aback for the moment, Michael ran his fingers through his blue-black hair whilst he collected his thoughts. Then he fingered the well-defined and exceedingly tight muscles of his stomach.

  ‘I was young,’ he said rather carelessly. ‘When I was younger, I’d already peered down a few knickers for a lollipop or the privilege of letting a girl see what I had down mine. You know, the usual stuff. As time went on, I also got to feeling their hairless little quims and squeezing their adolescent breasts. They’re hard at that age. Small too, but the nipples are large and soft and their pubic hair is real soft - a bit like cotton wool.’

  He paused as he savoured the memories. How sweet those moments were, how arousing to a penis untouched, unkissed, and unused.

  ‘Go on.’ Jamie had sat himself on the opposite end of the bench on which Thomas was stretched out. He was leaning forward, hands on knees, his pale eyes all attention. Thomas appeared to be listening, but his eyes were still closed and his head rested against the metal locker once more.

  To Michael it was no longer of any importance who was listening. From deep within he dredged his thoughts and restarted his story. Once began, it was almost as though his two friends were no longer there. It was as though he were back at school again, and the games teacher from the girls’ school had come to take the boys swimming because Mister Grant, the games master, had gone on honeymoon. He explained that to them and they mouthed noises of approval.

  ‘She said she wanted us to do the breast stroke,’ Michael began. ‘Two lengths, green team only, then back to her.

  ‘Even before she blew her whistle to start us off, I was struck by the way she said the word “breast”. It was stressed as though she hoped that someone might notice. Well, I noticed. I smiled, saw her glance my way, then glance away again. She made me feel warm. I felt special.

  ‘Like the other boys, I dived into the pool and, putting as much effort into my strokes as possible, I swam the required two lengths.

  ‘I touched home first, and after shaking the water from my hair and face I thrust my fist triumphantly into the air and looked up. I couldn’t believe what I saw.

  ‘Miss Redpath was wearing a pair of navy blue items that were a cross between shorts and culottes. They had very baggy legs and came to about halfway down her thighs. She had white plimsolls and socks on as well and her legs were a very soft brown. I guessed she was that colour all over and just thinking about her naked body made me instantly hard.

  ‘Her legs were spread to brace herself and she leant forward so that her whistle rested on her knees. Above, I could see her brown thighs going on and on until they met a cloud of dense black hair.’

  Michael closed his eyes and took in a deep breath. ‘For the first time I caught the mysterious sea-green scent of a grown woman and saw what
she has between her legs. Crisp black hair curled over plump lips from which a small, pink button peeked through.

  ‘Despite the title “Miss” I could not believe that she had not yet been invaded by a hard, hot penis. In fact, I was convinced that she had had many. But had she been bereft of such intrusion of late? Was that the reason for her lewd behaviour with a bunch of adolescent boys?

  ‘She saw me looking, and I blushed.’

  ‘Were you a wee bit embarrassed?’ It was Jamie that asked.

  Michael shook his head. ‘I don’t think so. I think it wasn’t just my cheeks that were on fire, but my body too. Besides that, my swimming trunks suddenly seemed far too small for what was in them.’

  There was a low murmur of ribald laughter.

  Michael, encouraged by their obvious enjoyment of his tale, continued. ‘She said, “Well done, Michael. You did that very well. No doubt you can do something else very well too.’ Michael paused. ‘My heart thumped as I considered what she might mean. “How about a crawl?” she said.

  ‘Her suggestion was not exactly a disappointment. Like her intonation of the word “breast”, I was sure there was something else meant by what she said. But I did the crawl just as she asked. I knew she was watching me every inch of the way. When I got back to where she was standing, I was doubly sure. Normally, a teacher would move and direct attention to other pupils. But not Miss Redpath.

  ‘Again, I found myself looking up Miss Redpath’s shorts, and, again, I caught the whiff and sight of her sex. ‘At the end of the lesson, she sought me out, told me not to go into the changing room but to stay and do some more swimming.’

  Michael broke off recounting his tale, threw back his head and intoned her name in a low, long moan. As he did so, his penis stiffened and moved slightly. ‘Miss Redpath! Miss Redpath! Oh, I remember you so well. What a woman!’

  He paused again and smiled dreamily as though he were recalling her more clearly to mind. Before they could get impatient with waiting, he resumed his story.

  ‘She had chocolate-dark eyes. I remember them gleaming with admiration as they ran over me. I was a well-developed lad. I wasn’t as fit as I am now, but I had a mature, taut body, good muscle tone, and strong thighs. I wore my hair a little too long. I remember it curling around my neck. Later on, when we came to know each other better, I remember her fingers squeezing the water out of it. But not then. That was later.’

  ‘Never mind you.’ It was Jamie again. He sounded impatient. ‘What about her? What was she like? What happened next?’

  Michael smiled smugly. Jamie was hanging on his every word. It was easy to imagine his penis erecting beneath the soft towel wrapped loosely around him.

  Thomas, on the other hand was listening but seemed more abject, more thoughtful about what he was hearing.

  Unperturbed, Michael went on.

  ‘I remember her skin being as smooth and as silky brown as coffee laced with cream and brandy. I remember the huskiness of her voice.

  “‘You are a very strong swimmer,” she said. “I think you could go far if you put your mind to it. Have you considered having extra tuition?”

  ‘I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I was excited, but I managed to reply, “I would like to learn more if the chance arises. So far I’ve never found anyone willing to teach me.”

  ‘She smiled and suggested we start right away.

  ‘What she taught me was not on the school curriculum. ‘Being only a young boy, I was apprehensive as she locked the door to the baths.

  ‘She told me to get out of the pool. Her look was appraising as she walked slowly round me in a complete circle. I remember that one finger tapped thoughtfully at her lips. Every so often, she raised her eyes and grinned impishly.

  ‘When she spoke, I felt I would melt. “Now. Let me see all that you have. I need to know every imperfection in your structure, your bones, your muscles, every asset of your body.”

  ‘I knew what she might be implying, but did I have it right? I mean, I didn’t want to do the wrong thing. After all, she was a teacher. Did she really mean she wanted to see me all over? All over? Was she really asking me to drop my swimming trunks? I plucked up the courage and asked her.

  ‘She did not falter. “Of course. How else can I undertake a constructive critique? Take off your pants.”

  ‘With trembling hands, I carried out her instructions. I pulled my wet trunks to my ankles. She was behind me as I bent over so she had a full view of my hanging testicles. I could feel her eyes upon them and I wondered what she was thinking. Such thoughts made me hot and excited.

  ‘I stood up straight as she came round in front of me. I was aware that my penis was thrusting forward. I could have hung a coat on it! She noticed too. Her tongue rolled along her lips and her eyes were very wide, very bright.

  ‘Suddenly, her eyes narrowed. “I need to feel how hard you are. Do you mind?”

  ‘Shivering with anticipation, I shook my head and avoided looking down. Something new, strange, and exceedingly wonderful was happening at the top of my legs. Balls that had been made of mere flesh, now felt as though they were made of lead. A penis that had mostly lain hidden among its crown of hair, except when coaxed into an erection under the sheets of my bed, now became hard.

  ‘She looked and sounded pleased. “Your muscle tone is very good. Michael, my dear boy, you are so well developed for your age.”

  ‘I said yes. I remember it being hard to say, but I concentrated hard. As I concentrated, I smelt her again. The scent of her sex was in my mind. Blood rushed from my head to my cock as she ran her hand over my shoulder, down my arm, and across my chest.

  ‘I trembled and closed my eyes. That only made things more intense. Without seeing what was happening to me, my other senses took over and my erection got stronger, more demanding.

  ‘She slid her hands down my back. She moved behind me and placed both hands on my buttocks; fingered them, caressed them. As I clenched my muscles, my cock shot forward. I could almost have come at the feel of her fingers. She went on stroking my behind, then ran her hands around the front, slid them over my belly, then took my cock in both hands.

  ‘I remember groaning. I remember closing my eyes then groaning again. I remember opening my eyes and seeing the top of her head sink away from me as she slid downwards and licked my foreskin so it crumpled away from the rest of my member.

  ‘Her tongue licked me from the very tip of my cock to the very root. At any moment I could have spilled my load, but I didn’t want to shame myself before her. I wanted her to be pleased with me, to heap praises on my head and tell me how good I was at it, and how much better I would become. I was like that when I was younger. I always wanted to be the best at whatever I did.’

  Jamie and Thomas exchanged glances. Michael hadn’t changed much.

  So engrossed was he in his own story, that he did not notice their wry smiles.

  ‘She licked between my thighs and sucked at my balls before she raised herself and took my cock into her mouth. I was shivering like a jelly and my knees would have knocked together if she hadn’t been partly between them.

  ‘Perhaps it was because it was the very first time a woman had done that to me, but I still look on that first fellatio as the best one I ever had. Or perhaps it was because it was the very first time.

  ‘She held my balls in her hand as she sucked at me. Her other hand held my behind, gripping my buttock so that she could move me backwards and forwards to suit the dictates of her mouth and her inclination.

  ‘When I came, I thought she would eat me. Again and again I felt her sucking on me with all the intensity of a high-powered vacuum cleaner.

  ‘Not a drop of semen remained on my flesh once I retrieved it from her mouth.

  ‘I sighed, and she kissed my lips as she patted my now soft member.

/>   ‘I told her it was lovely and asked when she would do it again. I remember her raising her eyebrows. ‘‘‘Immediately,’’ she said, and took off her clothes.

  ‘Just as I had guessed, she was lightly brown all over.

  My eyes opened wide and my cock stiffened again as I looked at her. What a sight she was! Her breasts were like small plums tipped with purple nipples. Her belly had a gentle roundness about it, and her pubic hair was the most abundant I have ever seen.

  ‘She told me to follow her.

  ‘Up on the diving board, she turned, braced herself on the side bars, and spread her legs over them.

  “‘Look,” she said. “This is what you are having now.”

  ‘That pungent smell was stronger. Her purple-red lips were now open to me. Her most secret place was mine for the taking.

  ‘Already a decent erection was returning and, once it was hard enough, I approached and, with her help, pushed my way into her.

  ‘The urge to fuck was upon me. It happened as if the skill to fuck had always been there, as though I’d been born with it. There I was, no longer a boy but not yet a man, jerking my hips backwards and forwards, burying my juvenile erection into her moist and wide-open vagina.

  ‘All the while she hung there for me over those chromium rails whilst I pushed myself into her, rolled her breasts in my hands, and squeezed her nipples with my fingers.

  ‘The heat of her sex, of her womanhood was all around me, drawing me in, devouring me for her pleasure. In return, the warm moistness of her sexual muscles coaxed my climax out of me as no hand or mouth could do.

  ‘I came into her and my shouts of sheer joy echoed round and around the high-vaulted ceiling of the swimming bath. As I came she closed her eyes and groaned long and low.

  ‘It was incredible. Incredible. Something I will always remember.’