Unprotected

She’d spent the first week rehearsing lust, which didn’t go unnoticed by his wife who was also her aunt. Having been taken the same way, when only a couple of years older, this aunt smiled, understood and did her best to most tactfully warn.

In the second week, unheeding but alone and no less hungry, she bought a bikini in the sale and sunbathed, toasting her body along with her imagination as she read on the beach. Tall for her age, and the pre-formed bikini top promising far more than it could possibly fulfil, she caught the eye of a Triumph rider named Trevor. Before she clambered, still in her bikini, onto the back of his blue bike, she gave him directions to a beach she knew, secluded and well away from town.

She was just fourteen.