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Plan D

an adult short story

from the Warming Stories collections


Lindsay Debout

Copyright 2019 Lindsay Debout

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Fiona’s future vanished.

Her hands shook. She read the letter again in the faint hope she’d misunderstood it. She hadn’t. It slipped to the floor.

Tea. I was going to have a cup of tea.

She picked up the kettle, but her brain stalled. Turning, she stared at the letter on the floor.

Mum and Dad. I need to talk to Mum and Dad.

She tried to put on her coat. Several seconds later, she realised that she was still holding the kettle. Habit got her to check that the door locked behind her, then she was back out in the street.

With no working brain in charge, Fiona’s body ran on autopilot. It got her across roads safely, but otherwise it just moved her feet. She stared fixedly at the ground a few yards in front of her.

A streetlight flickering into life kick-started her thoughts briefly. Why is it dark? It was a sunny afternoon when I got back to the flat. Wasn’t it sunny? Her conscious mind closed down again.

Figures loomed up in front of her on the pavement. She stepped into the road to go around them, but they moved to block her way. A hand pushed her in the chest and she staggered to a stop.

“Where do you think you’re going?” A young man’s voice. Swaggering.

It was several seconds before the words filtered through the fog in Fiona’s head. “I’m going home.” She took a step forwards, only to be pushed back again.

“You’re not going anywhere until I say so. Where’s ‘home’ then?”

Another few seconds for the words to sink in. “Glastonbury.”

Laughter. “That’s miles away. You’re walking there, are you?”

“Yes,” replied Fiona, moving forwards again. She was pushed back harder, and someone slapped her face. She felt the blow land with a red flash, but as if in a dream.

“I said you’re not going anywhere. Where did you come from?”


“I know that, dumbass. Where in Bristol?”

“The university.”

More laughter. “Yeah, right. Liar.” A girl’s voice. “You’re one of the Totterdown tarts, aren’t you?” Another slap in the face.

Hands gripped Fiona. There were more blows. Harder ones, and not just to her face. Someone started tearing at her coat. “You know what happens to tarts, don’t you? Especially Totterdown tarts.” She struggled to keep her balance.

“Lay off. Look at her. You can see she’s sick.” Another young man’s voice. Angry.

“Sick of Totterdown toe-rags. She’s looking for some real action.”

“I told you to lay off her!”

Fiona could hear shouts all around her, could feel herself being shaken, could feel herself knocked to the ground. More blows landed, fists and feet, but her brain couldn’t process it. Everything was happening in some far-off land. Inside her head there was only peace. Her eyes closed.


Fiona’s eyes opened to a bright white light. A ceiling. Looking around, she realised she was in a hospital bed.

What the Hell? How did I get here? I remember getting home from the shops and then… a street fight? What was I doing in a street fight?

“Hello! How are you feeling?” A nurse came into view.

Fiona tried to sit up, but stopped when pain shot through her from all directions. “What happened?”

The nurse raised the head of the bed so that Fiona was more upright. “You were attacked by a gang last night. Someone tried to rescue you and it turned into a general fight. You’ve got bruises all over and your face is in a bit of a mess, but nothing’s broken. It’ll hurt for a while but it should all heal.”

“I don’t remember any of that. Did they… Was I…”

“No, they didn’t get that far. Too distracted.”

“Who tried to rescue me?”

“A young man. Is he your boyfriend?”

Fiona shook her head, then winced. “I don’t have one. What happened to him?”

The nurse grimaced. “Quite a lot, given the state he’s in. Broken bones all over the place, a few knife wounds. Luckily the police turned up before anything worse happened to him. Speaking of which…” Another woman appeared next to her, in a WPC’s uniform.

After Fiona had given as much of a statement as she could, she persuaded the WPC and the nurse to let her visit her rescuer. A long, slow hobble to the High Dependency Unit later, Fiona peered through a gap in the curtains around her benefactor’s bed.

“Ugh. Is he going to be all right?”

“Eventually. Someone stamped on his hands so several of his fingers are broken, as is one ankle. Assorted ribs are cracked. Luckily the knife wounds weren’t too deep. His internal organs got a bit of a pounding but they seem intact and functioning. He won’t be running around for a while.”

“Do you recognise him?” asked the WPC.

Fiona shook his head. “Never seen him before, so far as I know. Do you know who he is?”

“Oh yes, we know him well enough. He’s Callum Henderson. Hangs around with the Kingswood gang, although so far he’s stayed out of trouble with the law. That’s the bit I don’t understand.”

“What’s that?”

“We think it was the Kingswood gang that attacked you. Why would he pick a fight with his own?”

Fiona shook her head, still staring at the battered figure. “I’m very glad he did.”


Never panic. It only makes matters worse. If you’d got a grip on yourself in the first place, you wouldn’t have been wandering around Kingswood in the dark.

Fiona eased off her coat and picked up the kettle from where she’d abandoned it three days before. Luckily she’d finished her shopping before the… incident, so she wouldn’t need to go out again yet.

Tea made, she took a deep breath and turned around. The letter lay like a land mine on the floor. It had already exploded, and the shock had nearly killed her. Or at least, it had got her beaten up.

I’m off the course. Failed too many practicals. With so much competition for places, the college can afford to be choosy. They don’t have to make an exception for me.

Mum and Dad told me always to have a Plan B. I didn’t. I never thought for a moment that Plan A would fail. I guess Plan B is to go back home for now, although doing it properly this time. Why on Earth did I try to walk there? All I had to do was pick up the phone.

But then what? I can’t stay home forever, so what’s my Plan C?

She drank her tea and washed up the cup, but still had no answer.

The bedsit is paid up until the end of the summer, so I might as well stay here until I can think of something. No point in worrying Mum and Dad yet. It won’t help to have them fussing around.

Her thoughts turned to the young man who’d rescued her. He’d been part of the gang that attacked her in the first place, but then he’d saved her from them. Got himself badly beaten in the process.

Why would he do that? We’d never seen each other before. Whatever the reason, I owe him a lot.

Fiona arrived on the HDU to find his bed occupied by a stranger. A nurse noticed her confusion. “Callum was stable enough to come off High Dependency. He’s in a room off Isambard Ward.”

After a few false trails, Fiona found the right place. The sister frowned. “Visiting hours are over.”

“I won’t stay long. I only wanted to thank him.”

The woman looked Fiona over and her expression softened. “You’re the girl he rescued, aren’t you? I heard about that. All right, you can go in for a few minutes. Don’t expect sparkling conversation.”

Fiona knocked and went in. Bandaged up, her saviour looked in an even worse state than when she’d first seen him. Wherever he didn’t have dressings, he had bruises.

Blearily he watched her approach. “Who are you?”

“Fiona. I’m the girl you rescued.”

“Ah, right. I only saw you in the dark.”

Fiona set next to the bed. “I wanted to thank you for what you did.”

He shrugged, then gasped. “Owww. Anyone could see you were sick, so it wasn’t fair to pick on you. Then they started knocking you about and… other stuff. Not right. After that it got personal.”

“How long will you be in hospital?”

“Maybe a couple of weeks. I can’t go home like this because Mum and Dad have to work.”

“There’s no-one else to look after you during the day?”



Fiona watched Callum being unloaded from an ambulance. His father helped him up the path while his mother fussed around him. Fiona followed them indoors. Callum was eased into an armchair.

Mr Henderson led Fiona back out into the hallway. “You sure about this, Fiona?”

“I’m sure. It’s the least I can do.”

“It’s very good of you. Callum’s a good boy. I’m proud of what he did.”

“Don’t you worry about him being in a gang?”

The man shifted from foot to foot. “It’s not that simple. Every boy around here is in the local gang. If you’re not then it must be because you’re in someone else’s gang and that’s not good for your health. Callum never gets mixed up in anything nasty.”

“Why did he try to protect me? Not that I’m complaining.”

“I told you. He’s a good boy. We brought him up to respect women.”

Mrs Henderson joined them. “Thank you so much, Fiona. I’ll be back at four.”

Mr Henderson called to his son through the doorway. “No chasing guests around the house, all right? Fiona’s doing us all a favour. Keep your hands to yourself,” he added, grinning.

Callum grimaced and raised his plaster-covered arms. “Chance would be a fine thing.”

Fiona put two mugs of tea on the table and sat next to Callum, then kick-started the conversation. “Thanks again for what you did for me.”

Callum had learned not to shrug. “They shouldn’t have picked on you. Besides, a lot of the gang think I don’t pull my weight and took the chance to, let’s say, make their feelings clear.”

“Pull your weight in what way?”

Callum hesitated. “There are things I won’t be doing.”

Don’t ask. “What do you do when you’re not roaming the streets looking for damsels in distress?”

He smiled. “I’m at college, studying PC software design. That’s probably why someone stamped on my fingers. Stops me using a keyboard. Hopefully these-” he lifted his hands “-will be working again by the time the new term starts.”

“Apple OS or Windows?”

“Windows, because the PCs are cheaper. I’d like to write programs for Macs but I don’t have one.”

“My laptop’s a Mac. You could borrow that if you like, once your hands are working again.”

“Thanks. What about you? You said you were at university. Studying what?”

Fiona looked away. “I was studying to be a vet, but I’ve been chucked off the course. I’m not good enough on the practical side. That’s why I was on the streets in need of a knight in shining armour.”

“Oh. Right. Sorry to hear that.”

Not half as sorry as I was. Change the subject. “Here, let me help you with your tea. It should be cool enough by now.” She picked up his mug and stood next to him, holding the mug to his lips while he sipped. The intimacy made her shiver. He’s… quite a guy. Lean, strong, smart. Brave. Helpless. In my power...

“Careful!” Tea dribbled down Callum’s chin.

“Oh! Sorry. I wasn’t concentrating.” Fiona mopped up the mess.

“So what are you going to do now?” asked Callum.

Fiona stared at him until the penny dropped. “You mean, the course? I haven’t decided yet. I’ve got a few weeks before I have to leave here. If I can’t come up with anything then I’ll go back home.”

He frowned. “To Glastonbury.”


He looked up at her. “That would be a shame.”

Fiona’s stomach did an unexpected backflip. What the…? Come on, don’t read more into that than he said. Change the subject again. “Would you like a game of Monopoly?”

Two hours later, Fiona was counting out cash to buy some houses when she noticed Callum squirming on the chair. “Are you all right? Do you want me to rearrange the pillows?”

“No. It’s not that, it’s…” He stopped, clearly embarrassed.

“Ah, right. Let me help you upstairs.”

Without thinking, Callum leaned forwards to get up but then gasped loudly. “Shiii… I keep forgetting about my ribs.”

Fiona got up and put her arms around him under his shoulders. “I’ll keep you braced while you stand up. One, two, three!” She lifted while Callum pushed up, and between them they got him to his feet. Fiona was suddenly very aware of his body pressed against hers. His scent flowed down inside her, doing things to her heart and… other parts. Let go, quick. This is not on the agenda!

They disentangled themselves in a flurry of arms. Callum seemed as keen to get away as Fiona. Oh dear. Do I smell that bad? She stood next to him instead and he put an arm over her shoulders. Wow! I hadn’t realised how tall he is. Nor how broad-shouldered. Nor how bl- blinking heavy!

The stairs weren’t wide enough for the two of them to go side-by-side. “You go in front,” suggested Fiona. “I’ll be right behind you.”

Halfway up, Callum inevitably lost his balance. “I’m falling. I can’t hold on to the rail. I’m falling!”

“It’s all right, I’ve got you.” Fiona put her shoulder in his back to steady him, but it took all her strength to push him back upright. By the time they reached the top of the stairs, she was already worrying about how they were going to get down again.

Once in the bathroom, Fiona pulled down Callum’s tracksuit bottoms and underpants. Between them they eased him down onto the toilet then she hurried out, fighting back a giggle.

After a few minutes waiting, Fiona knocked on the door. “Have you finished?”

“Um, no, not yet. I haven’t… I can’t…”

That doesn’t sound good. “What’s the matter? Shall I call your mother?”

“No!” He sounded panicky. “No. It’s nothing like that. I just… I’m just…”

“You realise that if you can’t go, you’ll have to go back to hospital?”

“I can go all right, just… not right now.”

Oh, for Goodness’ sake! Fiona cracked opened the door and peered around it. Callum eyes bulged in horror when he saw her. A huge erection poked out from under his T shirt. With his hands in plaster, he couldn’t do anything about it. He couldn’t even hide it properly.

Blushing furiously, Fiona quickly closed the door again. “Sorry! I didn’t mean… I didn’t think…”

Did I do that to him? Was that why he was in such a hurry to push me away?

She waited a few more minutes. “Any luck yet?”


“Do you want me to call your girlfriend? She might be able to help you… relax.”

She heard a snort. “No girlfriend. I’m not glamorous enough.”

I don’t know about that. Fiona squashed the thought hurriedly. “Forget about the personalities. If you can’t pee then that’s serious. Is your hard-on the only thing that’s stopping you?”

Callum took some time to reply. “Uh, yeah, I guess so.”

“All right then.” Fiona got a stranglehold on her embarrassment and walked back into the bathroom. Callum tried to cover himself but his plaster-covered arms wouldn’t co-operate.

Fiona spotted a box of tissues by the sink so she pulled out a handful and knelt in front of Callum. He was crouched over, still trying to hide himself. “Sit back. Or would you prefer it if I asked your Mum to do this for you?” He straightened up so fast he bounced painfully off the back of the toilet.

Fiona held up his T shirt with one hand. His erection was fully exposed, pointing straight up. It’s huge! Not that I’ve seen that many others up close. A grand total of one, to be precise. Concentrate! Wrapping the tissues around the head of his erection, she started to rub him gently but firmly.

When she glanced up, Callum was staring down at her in astonishment. Almost at once his expression twisted and she felt him ejaculate. His body shuddered and then he gasped in pain.

Whoops! Muscle spasms aren’t much fun when you’ve got cracked ribs.

After the pulses stopped, Fiona gently wiped him clean. “Give it a minute and you should be able to go. I’ll come back when I’ve got rid of these tissues.”

Callum held onto her tightly as they eased towards the stairs. “Sorry you had to do that.”

“Not your fault. I’m sorry it was so painful.”

At the top of the stairs, they glanced at each other. “This is stupid,” said Fiona. “If you try to use the stairs in your state, you’re going to end up back in hospital. Probably a lot worse off as well.”

“I believe you, but what’s the alternative?”

“You stay in your bedroom.” Fiona tried to turn him back towards the landing. “Which one is it?”

Callum didn’t budge. “You can’t go in there!”

Fiona rolled her eyes. “Okay, so we sit here at the top of the stairs until your Mum gets home. I’m not taking you back down - we’ll both end up with broken necks. Now, which is your room?”

Reluctantly Callum showed her the way. “Sorry about the mess,” he said as Fiona opened the door.

Once she’d manoeuvred him inside and onto his bed, Fiona stretched her back and looked around. What a surprise. A complete tip. Almost as bad as my bedsit. Her eyes lit on a workstation sitting on the desk that dominated one wall of the room. “That’s a meaty computer you’ve got there.”

Callum looked smug. “It’s the latest spec, massive RAM, top-end graphics card, loads of disk space, full dev environment…” His enthusiasm bounced off Fiona’s raised eyebrows. “Sorry.”

Fiona smiled. “Don’t apologise. I’m not interested in computers, only in what they can do for me. I had some ideas for software to help student vets, so I learned a bit of Java. Didn’t get the chance to take it very far.” She sighed, gazing blankly at the computer.

It took a while for her to come back to the here and now. She glanced at Callum and caught him staring at her breasts. He looked away quickly. Fiona suppressed a sigh of exasperation, carefully ignoring the unexpected tingle of excitement that came with it.

Let’s find him something else to think about. “I’ve an idea. How about if I help you with your coursework so that you don’t get behind? I know my way around a computer so you can just sit behind me and tell me what you want typed.” And it means I’ll have my back to you.

As she’d hoped, Callum’s eyes lit up. “Would you? That would be great!”

It was much more interesting than Fiona had expected. Callum didn’t just tell her what to type, he explained what it was for and why. He has a guaranteed career in education any time he wants one.

Callum surprised her in turn. “You’re a natural, you know that? You could be a professional programmer if you wanted.”

“Thank you. You’re a natural as well. You’d be a great teacher.”

“I never thought of that. Okay, you need to add another chunk of code just there. “ He leaned forward so that he could point to the screen. His sudden nearness and his breath on her neck caught Fiona by surprise. She shivered, and he pulled back. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to startle you.”

Fiona was in shock. What the Hell is wrong with me? All he did was lean close. It shouldn’t have been that much of a fright. Although fright isn’t the right word. It’s more like… She didn’t dare finish that thought, so jumped up instead. “Time for lunch. I won’t be long.” She hurried out of the room without waiting for a reply.

When Fiona got back to his bedroom Callum was stretched out on the bed, dozing. She watched him while she ate her own lunch.

Never mind a good boy, he’s a good man. Good-looking under those dressings and bruises. Nice body. Nice… in lots of ways. Overall a good catch, as Mum would say. Not that I’m fishing.

A movement in the corner of her eye caught her attention. The screensaver on Callum’s PC had woken up. Screen captures from videos of girls… amusing themselves. Eew. Disgusting. That’s private. Why would you let anyone watch you doing it?

Callum shifted position and tensed as pain drilled through him. It woke him up. “Sorry, but I haven’t been sleeping well.”

“What a surprise.” Fiona helped him sit up and then picked up his bowl of pasta salad. “I’m going to have that word with your Mum when she gets back. The stairs are too dangerous while you’re still in plaster like this. You’ll have to stay in your room until at least some of the casts are off.”

Callum stared at her, ignoring the spoonful of food she held in front of his mouth. “You mean, you’d be in my bedroom? All day? With me? Alone?”

Fiona bit back a smile. “Yes. Does that worry you?”

He looked uneasy. “Well, no. I mean, yes. I mean… it doesn’t seem right for you to do that.”

“If you’re worried about my reputation, then I’m flattered but it’s up to me. If you’re worried about your reputation, then that’s different.” Although I don’t know how having a girl alone in your bedroom would be bad for your reputation.

“No, it’s just… I’ve never had a girl in my room before. I’ve never had a girl in the house before.” He was turning pink.

What, never? I find that hard to believe. “The alternative is to go back to hospital. While you think about that, can I ask you a personal question?”

Callum eyed her warily. “I suppose so. Depends on what it is.”

“Do you watch much porn?”

He oofed and turned towards the workstation. Realising what was on the screen, he went beet red.

“Uh, yeah, sometimes. All men do.”

“Is there a lot of porn on the Web?”

Callum snorted. “Most of the Web is porn. You can find anything you like. Most of it is crap. Cruel. Violent. Demeaning. Generally nasty. That’s not even counting the illegal stuff.”

“So how do you find the good stuff?”

“Usually you have to pay for it. Some girls give it away - you know, webcam shows. They’re mostly poor quality. You get better quality from commercial sites but you have to subscribe to them. I guess it covers the cost of paying the girls.”

“They get paid? How much?”

He shrugged. “No idea. Can I have my lunch now? I’m starving.”


Next morning, Fiona managed to get to Callum’s house before the rain started. The front door opened as she walked up the path. Mrs Henderson greeted her with a nervous smile. “We won’t need you to look after Callum after all, Fiona.”

Fiona stared at her in surprise. “I thought you had to work?”

Now the woman looked uncomfortable. “I’ve booked some time off. Callum decided he wanted me to look after him.”

“You mean, he didn’t want me to look after him. Did I do something wrong?”

“No!” Mrs Henderson looked over her shoulder and then leaned forwards, lowering her voice. “I think Callum was embarrassed. You know, you having to feed him and take him to the toilet.”

Fiona could feel herself going pink. I don’t suppose he told you what else I had to do for him. “Oh. All right. Well, I’m sorry I couldn’t be more use. I hope he gets better soon. Give him my regards.”

She wandered slowly back towards the bus stop. Someone else who doesn’t want me. Why should he be embarrassed, anyway? I’m the one who was having to do those things for him. Don’t all boys like girls… attending to their needs? Or does he not find me attractive in that way?

Stop feeling sorry for yourself. You’ve got more urgent problems. First off, you have to find a job.


Fiona felt like pounding her head with her fists. Think! It’s been nearly a month since I got chucked off the course. What am I going to do with my life now? I’ve always wanted to be a vet, but I’m just not good enough. I suppose I could be a veterinary nurse, but even if I passed those exams I’d feel a fraud. Good nurses don’t just take it up for want of anything better. So what now? Think!

She paused outside the supermarket to check her purse. No smoked salmon and champagne tonight. I should have just enough for an extra onion and some lentils.

Someone shouted from behind her. “Fiona?”

The voice sounded familiar and she looked round. “Callum? I almost didn’t recognise you without your dressings. How are you?”

He held up his hands as he limped closer. “The cast on my ankle is a nuisance and I still have splints on a couple of fingers, but apart from that I’m on the mend. How about you?”

She fiddled with her purse. “Fine, thanks.” She couldn’t work up the enthusiasm to sound sincere.

“Still not decided what to do since you, um, left uni?”

Fiona was determined not to let Callum see her expression. “Not yet. I’ve got a couple more weeks before I have to leave the bedsit.” She looked up at him. “What are you doing here, anyway? It’s miles from your place.”

“I was looking for you. I knew that most students live around here, so I hoped you did too.”

Fiona frowned. “Why the sudden interest? It’s been a fortnight since you barred me from your house. Have you decided to stalk me instead?”

Callum’s shocked expression almost made her laugh. “No! I just wanted to apologise. I was worried I might have offended you. I hope you don’t think it was because of… anything you did.”

She tutted. “What else was I supposed to think? If it wasn’t that, then what was it?”

The next silence was shorter, but filled with toe-curling embarrassment. Callum went red in the face. “I was ashamed of myself,” he mumbled.

Fiona’s jaw dropped. “What? What did you have to be ashamed about?”

“Well… getting in a state. Then letting you… Making you… You had to…”

Fiona gaped. It never occurred to me that boys might think that way. “Why was that so bad?”

“It wasn’t just what you had to do. It was the way you calmly walked in and did it. I thought you must be like the girls in the gang. Crude. Loud. Pushy. Aggressive.”

Fiona laughed sourly. “What choice do they have? If they go around all quiet and shy, they might as well have a ‘Kick Me’ sign floating over their heads. You know what happened to me. You think they want it to happen to them?”

There was another awkward silence. This time Fiona broke it. “Are you still in the gang?”

Callum snorted. “I told them to get stuffed and they said, ‘Good riddance’. Something like that.”

Fiona sighed. “Two rejects together. At least you still have a career.”

“So have you. I told you, you’re a natural programmer.”

Fiona thought about that. “Would you be willing to teach me some more? Enough to get on an official course? You can borrow my Apple laptop in return. It’ll have to be at your place, mind. Your workstation isn’t portable.”

Callum looked uneasy. “I can teach you coding, but I don’t know about using my bedroom.”

Fiona smiled playfully. “Am I that much of a distraction?”

He didn’t reply, but stared at the ground. His ears went pink. Fiona was startled. I didn’t mean it! I certainly never thought I’d have that effect on you. “Callum, can I ask you something?”

“I don’t know, especially after the last time!”

She chuckled. “Have you ever had a girlfriend?”

Callum shook his head.

“Are you gay?”

His head jerked up. “No! I just don’t… I haven’t… found the right girl yet.”

That’s a very old-fashioned way of putting it. You’re a very old-fashioned boy, aren’t you? You tried to protect me. You’ve never had a girlfriend. You’re almost afraid of sex. Have you ever…?

Fiona glanced around, leaned towards him and lowered her voice. “Are you a virgin?”

Callum’s eyes bulged and he lost his breath. He flushed again. “It’s not the sort of thing you admit, is it?” he mumbled. “Especially not in a gang. They’d never let it go.”

Fiona felt a rush of… affection. Call it affection. “I’m not in a gang. Am I more your type?”

Now he went crimson and looked away.

A sudden surge of adrenaline flooded through Fiona. Stop reacting to events. Start making them happen. “Let me get my shopping done, then you’re coming to tea in my bedsit.”

Fiona put the milk into her tiny fridge while Callum looked around the room. When she straightened up, he was examining her laptop. “Take a seat.”

He slid out the chair from under the desk, then hesitated. “Um, there’s some of your stuff on it.” It was a pair of Fiona’s knickers. The matching bra was hanging off the back of the chair.

Damn! Don’t make a big thing about it or he’ll panic again.

“Oh, just stick them in the top drawer over there while I log you on.”

She powered up the laptop, well aware that Callum was getting acquainted with her underwear drawer. When he came back, he looked flustered. She felt flustered as well.

The splints still on three fingers slowed Callum’s typing, but Fiona and he were soon lost in the world of code. Engrossed, it took a while before she realised both Callum and the keyboard were silent. She looked around and locked eyes with him. There was a frozen moment, then he leaned in and kissed her. Almost at once he pulled back. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have done that,” he muttered.

Fiona’s thoughts went into overdrive. Do I make a scene? Ask him to leave? Pretend it didn’t happen? What do I want to happen? Stupid question, since I invited him here in the first place.

“I won’t mind if you do it again.” Did I really say that? Too late to back out now!

Callum stared at her wide-eyed, then slowly leaned in and kissed her a second time. He pulled back again, so Fiona put her hand behind his head and pulled him close once more. She could sense his shyness and inexperience. Listen to Little Miss Tart! As if I’ve had that much more practice.

It felt amazing. More surprising for Fiona, it felt natural. There was no, this is a bad idea. No, I don’t really want to be doing this. No, let’s get it over with. There was only, this is wonderful!

Eventually Fiona broke the kiss. “Stand up,” she ordered, and after a moment’s hesitation, Callum did. She unbuttoned his shirt and slid it off his arms. For a self-confessed nerd, Callum’s body looked in beautiful condition. Smooth, well-muscled, just the right amount of hair. A few stains on his skin were the last remnants of the beating he’d suffered on her behalf. Fiona ran her hands over his chest, then leaned in and took a deep breath. His natural scent reached inside and switched off her few remaining inhibitions. She had already decided how this was going to end.

Her attention dropped to the huge bulge in Callum’s jeans. Slowly she unfastened them but just as she started to free his trapped erection, he put his hand over hers. “You don’t have to do this.”

Even now, he’s still worried about me. “You’re absolutely right. I don’t have to do this. I want to do this. Or would you prefer that I didn’t?”

Callum hesitated, then took his hand away. Fiona knelt and pulled down his jeans and underpants. At last his erection sprang free. When she took hold of it, it felt wonderful. Soft and hard at the same time. Warm. Smooth. Fascinating. Almost edible. Almost. That’s never appealed to me.

She looked up at him. “You didn’t like me doing this before. May I do it now?”

He looked at her strangely. Shy, eager, nervous, concerned but most of all, uneasy. “If you like.”

“Would you like me to do it?”

Callum licked his lips, then gave a small nod. Fiona smiled and started to rub him. Before long she could feel him twitching and hear his gasps as ripples of pleasure shot through his body. She felt immensely powerful. She was giving him intense pleasure, and his pleasure was dependent on her.

It didn’t take long. “Stop, stop! Stop or I’ll come!”

“That’s the idea,” replied Fiona calmly, but privately she started to panic. Glancing around, she couldn’t see any tissues within reach. Too late now. It would be too cruel to stop just because I don’t want him to make a mess. It was my idea in the first place!

She shrugged and carried on rubbing, pointing Callum’s erection at her body. He cried out and staggered as his orgasm overwhelmed him. Fiona felt his erection swell and pulse, shooting jets of liquid over her T shirt. Just as well it’s laundry day today.

Once the pulses had eased, Fiona used the bottom of her T shirt to wipe Callum clean, then stood up and carefully pulled it off over her head. Cameron Diaz can get away with using semen as hair gel, but I doubt if I could. She tossed the T shirt over at the pile of dirty washing.

Callum was staring at her bra-covered breasts. Fiona smiled serenely at him. “You can touch them if you want.” He came up close, then reached out with his unsplinted hand.

As his hand slid over her breasts, the surge of pleasure forced Fiona’s eyes closed. Callum fondled and squeezed her breasts and played with her nipples. Once or twice she had to remind him to be gentle, but most of the time she simply bathed in the sensations rippling through her.

After a while Fiona realised that he still wasn’t taking the initiative. Reaching behind her back, she unfastened her bra and took it off. For some time Callum simply gazed in awe at her bare breasts, then he knelt down and closed his mouth around one of her nipples. His tongue lapped over the tip and he sucked gently. The ripples built into waves.

Endless minutes later, Fiona felt Callum’s hand move to the waistband of her skirt and then away again. He’s still worried about me. I imagine most boys would have had their hands in my knickers ages ago. She gently eased herself back from him, sighing when he broke contact with her breast.

Fiona pushed her skirt and panties down and kicked them away, then got onto the bed and stretched out on her back. Tucking one ankle under the other knee, she smiled up at Callum. “There’s no rush. You can look as much as you like.”

He stared down at Fiona open-mouthed, then sat on the bed next to her hips. Fiona reached down and gently parted her lips, opening herself to him. Callum’s eyes bugged like something out of a Tom and Jerry cartoon and she couldn’t resist a giggle. Why are boys so fascinated by girls’ bodies? Why do they like looking at them so much? Why do we have to put up with it? Even as she thought that, Fiona was all too aware of the pulse of arousal between her legs. Why am I enjoying this?

Callum interrupted her thoughts. “May I… touch you?” he asked shyly. Fiona nodded. When she felt his fingers lightly stroke down her slit, she gulped and closed her eyes. She kept them closed while Callum learned his way around every millimetre of her, interrupting him only when he pressed or squeezed or poked too hard. Inevitably a finger slipped into her, making her gulp again, but she let him carry on exploring her. For his sake, of course. Not because it felt so good.

“You’re very wet,” he said suddenly. “Am I doing this right?”

Fiona felt herself blushing, but forced herself to be candid. “I’m wet because you’re doing it right. Slow and gentle is the best way to get a girl going. Unless she tells you differently, of course.”

She knew that Callum could see every part of her body, and could also see the effect he was having on it. She felt horribly embarrassed, but also… it was dawning on her that she wanted him to see.

More minutes later, Callum broke the silence again. “How do I make you come?”

Fiona swallowed hard. No-one’s ever asked me that before. No-one’s ever done it to me before. Do I want Callum to be the first?

At least he asked, so tell him. You owe it to all the women he’ll ever meet, as well as to yourself.

“Make sure your fingers are slippery, then stroke alongside my clitoris. Ulp!” She swallowed again as Callum’s fingers move over her most sensitive place. “Now rub your finger gently side to side over it.” Intense thrills poured out from her groin and through her body. “That’s it,” she gasped.

Within seconds Fiona was trembling on the edge of orgasm. She tried to fight it. She had never climaxed in front of anyone before. The thought of Callum watching horrified her. But why? It was a huge thrill for me to give him the ultimate pleasure. Why wouldn’t he feel the same way?

Either he’s a fast learner, or I’m a good teacher. Whichever it is, I can’t hold back much longer.

In spite of everything she did, Fiona’s orgasm crashed through her with all the subtlety of a very large bull in a very small china shop. She tried not to show it, but she couldn’t hide the spasms in her body and the little gasps that were forced from her. Callum could see it all from inches away.

When she came down from her peak, she realised that Callum was staring at her with a mixture of awe and triumph. “That was so amazing! Did I really make you come? Was it a good one?”

She giggled in embarrassment and hid her face in her hands. “I’ve never let anyone see that before.”

“I loved it, especially knowing it was me that did it. It was such a turn-on. Promise you won’t try to hide it next time? I could watch you for hours.”

Fiona dropped her hands from her face and stared at him. An idea began to form, one that would never have occurred to her just days before. Maybe Plan C has been right in front of me all along. But before I think about that, I have to find that box of condoms and see if they’re still in date.

She smiled. “We’ll see. Right now I’ve got a better idea. Another first for you.”


When Fiona let herself in to her lodgings the following week, a package waited for her on the hall table. Her stomach lurched. She carried it up to her room like an unexploded bomb. In some metaphysical way, it was. It was certainly going to change her life. Plan C, here I come.

It wasn’t difficult to set up the camera. Within the hour an HD-quality picture of Fiona’s bed appeared on her laptop. Everything was ready, except for Fiona herself. She had never felt less aroused. I’ll do a few practice runs first, just to get used to it. I can always delete them.

Callum’s arrival was a welcome distraction. He kissed her, then frowned when he saw the camera. “I see it’s here, then. Are you still going to go through with it?”

Fiona pulled a face. “Have you got any better ideas? Besides - getting paid for having orgasms? There are a lot worse ways of earning money, especially for a woman.”

Callum grimaced back. “I don’t think it’s as simple as that.”

She took a deep breath. “How do you think I should do it? Clothes on, or naked?”

“I like it when you start with your clothes on and take them off a bit at a time.”

“All right, let’s do that. You deal with the camera. This is just a dry run, so don’t record anything.”

Fiona stretched out on her back on the bed. Taking another deep breath, she forced herself to relax and slowly ran her hands up and down her body. Seeing herself on the PC screen was just too embarrassing so she closed her eyes. One hand went up under her jumper and onto a breast, while the other pulled up her skirt and slid over the front of her panties. Remembering her theoretical audience, she opened her eyes and stared at the camera, licking her lips suggestively.

Callum shook his head. “No, don’t do that – it’s too fake. Stick with the girl-next-door look. You’re concentrating on making yourself feel good. You don’t care about the audience.”

I do, but at least I get to close my eyes. That means I can pretend I’m doing something more fun.

After a few minutes, Fiona slipped her hand inside her panties. A muted cough made her glance across at the PC screen. Two familiar figures were looking back at her from a popup window.

It was her parents.

Fiona froze for a moment. “Mum! Dad!” she screamed, hurriedly pulling her hands from inside her clothes and flipping down her skirt. “What are you doing? What’s going on?”

“We heard you were going to record a show for the Net, so we thought we’d watch it live,” said her mother calmly.

Fiona stared at her parents in horror. She felt embarrassed. She felt ashamed. She felt sick. Most of all, she felt betrayed. “How could you?”

“What’s the problem, my dear?” interjected her father. “As soon as you upload the video, the whole world will be able to see it. If that doesn’t bother you then the fact that we’re watching you now shouldn’t make any difference.”

Fiona couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “How did you find out about it in the first place?”

“Callum called us. He helped us to set up this webchat.”

Fiona glared at Callum. “How could you do this to me?”

He looked uncomfortable. “I thought this was a bad idea so I asked your Mum and Dad for advice.”

Fiona opened her mouth but her mother got there first. “Fiona, you’re a grown woman and so it’s up to you what you do. You know that whatever you decide, your father and I will back you all the way. We just think the sex industry isn’t for you and you’d regret getting into it. ”

“I wasn’t going to make it my career,” sulked Fiona. “It was only a way of earning some money.”

“You’re not that naïve, my dear,” said her father simply. “So, what now? Are you going to carry on with this, or do you have another plan?”

Fiona traded glances with Callum. “I guess Plan C is dead in the water. I don’t have a Plan D yet, but I’ll work on it.”

“I think that’s for the best. We’ll chat again on Friday as usual. Love to you both.”

After the popup window disappeared, Fiona slumped back on the bed. “Why did you do it?”

Callum snorted. “Why do you think? Because I was worried about you. Because I care about you. I thought you were about to do something that you’d regret for the rest of your life, but I didn’t think you’d listen to me. I figured your parents would know what to do to convince you.”

Fiona scowled. “You like watching girls… perform. You like watching me perform. And yet you don’t like the idea of other people watching me perform. Isn’t that called being a hypocrite?”

“If you want to do a video, that’s your business. Just remember that once it’s online, you can never take it back. If you’re happy for your grandkids to share it around at school then go right ahead.”

Suddenly Fiona’s temper boiled over. “Have you got any better ideas?” she shouted. “If you care for me so much, how about giving me some real help? All you’ve done so far is get in the way!

Callum looked shocked, then sad. “I’m sorry. I’d help if I could, but I can’t live your life for you.”

Fiona’s fury evaporated. She sighed. “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t get mad with you. I know you can’t make my decisions for me. It’s just that…” She waved her hand at the world. “…it seems everything I do goes wrong.”

Callum sat next to her and took her hand. “I wish I could be more help. If you were a PC, I could reprogram you. People aren’t that simple. Why are you looking at me like that?”

Fiona sat up suddenly. Her brain fizzed. “I have to work with what I’ve got. I’ve got a body and a computer. You’ve convinced me I can’t use my body, so I use my computer. Can you get me onto your course?”

Callum looked bewildered. “Maybe, since you’re a natural at coding. Why?”

Fiona got off the bed and started pacing the floor. “Plan D. My program – the one I started to write but never had the time to finish. If I make a good job of it, I can sell it. It won’t make much, but it’ll be a start. After that I can write other programs to help other people study. There are new students every year, every one of them a potential customer.”

“There are already companies doing educational software.”

“I can specialise. Besides, I have you to help me.” She smiled down at him. “If you’d like to.”

Callum smiled back. “Of course I would.”

“In which case…” Fiona bent down and gave him a long kiss, then started to unbutton his shirt. “Shall we celebrate Plan D properly?”


About the author

Lindsay lives in the English countryside with a loving spouse, two equally wonderful children and assorted pets who have their affectionate moments – usually when they’re hungry. Writing is an occasional pastime, the genre of choice being adult-themed short stories from the female perspective. The goal isn’t fabulous riches, but simply to entertain.

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