Poppy

"I didn't," he lied and she snorted.

"You know the wood near Moss Lane," she yelled. "I'll be there at eight tomorrow night. By the railway line. If you're there, I'll treat you," she promised and gave him a wink before skipping off across the field.

* * * * *

Jack returned to the table with two drinks, and Dannielle smiled at him. "Thanks."

"Where's your friend?" Jack asked, and Dannielle snorted.

"Marie? She is dumping her boyfriend." Jack gave a snort of disapproval as he took a sip of his drink. "What?"

"Well, why do you know before he does?"

"Because that's how it works. She's been talking 'bout him to me since they started dating and has been saying how much she doesn't love him, and he's just so clingy, and ... well that's ... oh that's just what women do, OK?"

"Seems mean that even I know before he does."

"Yeah well, that's women for you. Men like to hoard pictures of naked women and we don't moan."

"Bloody do complain," he snapped and looked at her. "Did you talk to Marie before you told me that I was dumped?"

Dannielle pursed her lips and cocked her head. "Does it matter?"

"Yeah," Jack replied. "Very much so." He stared at her as he sipped his beer. "It's a trust thing, I never discussed our relationship with anyone else," he moaned. "It's private."

"What you like to keep private things private?" He nodded, and she sipped at her lemonade. "So where does being naked in Knutsford fit in then?"

"Don't remind me."

She cackled. "Why not? I'd loved to have seen it. Of course, I saw all of you before anyway." She smiled warmly and rested her hand on his on the table. Her eyes met his, and she giggled. "Oh, and tell your Dad before I forget, I found out that the stables over Northwich way, has Swamp Fever."

"Oh ... that's not good."

"No," she smiled at him and pursed her lips. "So ..." She waited for the awkward silence to pass and rubbed her eyes. "How's the revision?"

"Crap," he muttered. "I'll not get in to Manchester if I don't pull my finger out." He tapped the table. "It's the time, by the time I've done my bit in the stables I just don't want to read up on Physics or whatever. And I need three A's and really need to ace the Physics exam."

"So I might have you around for a bit longer?"

Jack coughed and gave a little grin. "Not quite ... if I don't get into Manchester I'll be in Lancaster."

"That's miles away," Dannielle moaned and propped her head in her hands, leaning across at him, shaking her blonde hair back. "I'll have to find a new friend."

"Or you could ring?" Jack suggested. "Or even come up and see me."

Dannielle snorted. "Ringing is so impersonal. Writing's better!"

Jack tapped her on the nose. "Like you would write." Dannielle hummed and picked up her drink; she chatted warmly to her friend for almost two hours before he walked her home to the terraced house she shared with her younger sister and mother.

Dannielle waved at him as she got to her front door and watched as he walked further down the road. "Jack," she cooed. "You live that way!"

"I know, I just want to go for a walk," he lied and started ambling towards Moss Lane.

* * * * *

Jack walked up the road alongside the railway track and looked through the trees. He had no real idea, other than curiosity as to why he was there, but Poppy was fun and adventurous.

It was twilight, and he saw the unmistakable shape of a fifteen year old Fiesta parked by the side of the road and walked towards it. Jack had not seen anyone else on his walk for twenty minutes but still felt his pulse quicken as he approached the small car.

Poppy beamed as she got out of the rusting vehicle and waved at Jack walking up the lane. "I'd knew you'd come," she teased and flashed a cheeky smile at him. The brown-haired girl was dressed in a long coat that came down to her knees and she looked at Jack up and down. "Not dressed for getting yer kit off!"

"Pardon?" Jack asked.

"Not dressed for ... how do you whip that off quickly?" Jack looked down at his big boots, trousers and shirt.

"Well what about you?" Poppy unbuttoned her coat and pulled the flaps of the garment back to reveal a naked torso complimented by black stockings. "Ahhh ... very nice!" He felt his pulse quicken and blood rush to his groin.

Poppy glanced at her watch. "Train will be along in a minute."

"What here?"

"Yeah," she cried and slid her shoulders back to allow the coat to fall off of her and she threw it into her car. "Go on," she said and raised her eyebrows at the nervous man. He looked at her, and his hands shook.

"But what if ..."

"What? You think there are going to be Police around her at this time of night?" He sniffed, and she crossed her arms. "Well join in or go away," she said fiercely. "I'm not being here for you to ogle me."

"I thought that's what you wanted," Jack replied to a smirk. "You know for people to ogle you."

Poppy's angry expression disappeared, and she burst into giggles. "Come on, please. I rescued you last week, I never get anyone to flash with. Never, it's fun. Pur-lease!"

"If I get arrested, I'll have a riding crop on your ..." He started but didn't know how to finish the sentence.

"I might like that," she teased. He unbuttoned his summer jacket and then pushed his T-shirt over his head as Poppy hopped on the spot. "Come on, the train will be here any moment."

Jack leant against the Ford Fiesta to remove his farm boots and Poppy groaned. "Oh come here, it'll be here in a minute," she moaned and unbuckled his belt and lowered his trousers to expose his semi-erect cock. He took a gasp as the cool air struck his nether regions and Poppy giggled at him.

"Feels great," she whispered and Jack's stomach fluttered inside him. She walked a few feet away, and Jack had to jump with his trousers around his ankles to catch up with her.

"Stop," he cried and she turned to face him, shaking her head as she looked at her watch.

"Two minutes late. The train services in this country are a bloody disgrace," she whined and listened on the evening breeze for the sound of the train, but it was not forthcoming. "Bloody trains."

"Yeah," Jack muttered and shivered in the cool April air.

"Wuss," Poppy told him as she noticed his chattering teeth.

"No, not used to be naked in the cold," he whined. "I'm out in all weathers with m' jacket on and ..."

"Ahhh ... have some body heat then," Poppy suggested and wrapped her near naked body around that of her newly-acquired friend. Jack sighed as he felt her hard nipples press against his skin. She rubbed his sides and gave him a kiss on the cheek as his erect cock pushed against her mons. "Better?"

Jack whimpered, and she squeezed his buttocks; she could hear something in the distance and pushed his body into hers. "Is it coming?"

"Yeah," Poppy cried and pushed herself away. Jack could feel butterflies in his stomach and went to turn to hide his genitals from the train track, but Poppy pulled him back as she held onto his hand. "Wave," she cried and as she held Jack's hand tightly with her right hand, waved energetically with her left. "Wave!"

The train thundered past them, and Jack felt a rush of air leave the side of the carriages and chilled him, but the butterflies in his stomach disappeared to leave excitement and adrenaline coursing his veins. "Yeeee-hah!" Poppy cried and jumped up and down as the train whistled past them. She glanced at her watch and gave him a smile. "I guess I promised you something," she said with a coy grin and pushed Jack back against her car.

He squealed as the cold metal touched his bare buttocks, but the stocking-clad woman smiled and him and knelt down, taking his cock in her mouth. "But here," he muttered.

She ran her tongue against the tip and looked up at him. "Where else?"

"The woods?" He asked hopefully. "Hey, I got a barn on the farm that's empty this time of year. A bed, I dunno."

She shook her head and grunted as she engulfed his cock, sucking hard as her hands worked the base. He pushed his head back and panted. "Yeah," he muttered. "Ahhh ... that's great." He gulped and sighed, leaning back against the cold car. "That's ..."

Poppy looked at him and sucked hard; he could hear another train in the distance and closed his eyes. He wanted to move, but Poppy had hold of his testicles and gently squeezed them. He cried out. "There's a train, there's a train."

Poppy smiled at him and his panicked expression and ran her tongue underneath his tip. He groaned, and his legs shook as a train travelling in the opposite direction, rattled past them.

Jack cried and shouted, squeezing his buttocks to delay orgasm until the most powerful of exhilarating rushes engulfed him, and he released his cum into the mouth of the wild girl sucking on his member. He panted and mewled as the last few carriages thundered past them and she looked up at him. "Amazing rush, right?"

He closed his eyes and relished the last few sparks of lustful enjoyment and nodded. "Yeah, but not again."

Poppy stood up and glared at him. "Not again? How's that supposed to make a girl like me feel?"

"Errr ..."

"Two blowjobs you've had and I've barely had a kiss," she thundered and then laughed at Jack's confused face. "It's OK; I'm only joking. But you will be around on Wednesday evening." He hesitated, and she sighed. "It's my day off. Years I've tried to find someone to do this with me, and I've been dogging once with someone and once had another girl flash some cars on a footpath bridge. Come on, it's so much more fun as a couple, and it's my next day off."

He sighed. "Well ... it's daring, I see that, and you make me smile, but I'm not sure ..."

"I'll make it worth your while," she promised. "Really worth your while." He hesitated. "And girls love guys who take risks."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she promised. "Come on, I'll give you a lift home before it rains."

* * * * *

Dannielle shrieked and then apologised. "Sorry, didn't know it was you."

Jack held out his book. "Sorry, not got anywhere to revise," he moaned as he made himself visible. "Mum's taken over the house with her spring cleaning regime."

Dannielle laughed and cocked her head. "I guess I should be quite happy that you want to watch me get changed," she teased and put her feet in her Wellington boots. Dannielle scooped up her day clothes and put them in her rucksack and looked at her ex-partner.

"Dannielle, what's up?" A voice from the other side of the barn shouted. The frame of the farmer knocked on the door to the barn and put his head around the barn door. "We heard screaming."

"Oh it's just Jack," she told him and threw her bag onto a hay bale next to two others.

"Jack," his father thundered and towered over his son. "What have you been doing to her?"

"Nothing," he cried in annoyance at the implication. "I just ..."

"I was getting changed," the stable-hand told them and walked back towards the barn door. "I didn't expect him to be there, he just gave me a fright, that's all."

"Watching girls getting changed," the imposing frame of Richard Fox asked. "That's ..."

"I wasn't," Jack snapped, denying the allegations. "I just came in here to do some revision."

The farmer looked at Dannielle who shrugged. "He just scared me that's all," she told the stout man, who pushed on Jack's shoulder. "Not a problem."

"Ahh, ya know the girls change in here," he thundered. "We're getting worried 'bout you."

Jack sighed. "I just want some peace and quiet to read," he moaned and was prodded towards the small coffee room, next to the stables, which was colder, noisier and busier than the barn he had wanted to use.

Chapter III

Jack's parents waited for his brothers to leave and beckoned him into their lounge to sit down on a chair for "the talk."

"What?" Jack moaned. "I have ..."

"What we have to say is important," his mother said assertively. "What we have to say, you will listen to."

"That's right," his father added, and Jack's gaze glanced between them.

"We are worried about you," the dumpy woman started. "First you break up with that lovely Dannielle, then you buy all those disgusting magazines and then creeping to the barn to watch the girls get changed. It's not on, Jack."

Jack groaned. "Dannielle split with me," he moaned. "And I didn't creep in to watch them get changed, I thought it would be empty. And those disgusting magazines, everyone at College has."

"Your brothers didn't. Some of the pictures in them were disgusting," she replied and took a few deep breaths. "You got something to tell us?"

Jack gulped and crossed his arms to hide his shaking hands. "No, like what?"

"Like ... you know. Do you need ... help?"

"Help?" Jack looked bemused as his mother hesitated

"You one of them perverts?" His father asked. "Like sneaking around the girls and ..."

"No!" Jack moaned. "I just need somewhere quiet to do my revision." He gestured wildly and took a deep breath. "And between helping out on the farm and in stables, and having a life of my own, I don't get much time. And when I do, it's never quiet."

"You can do your work on the kitchen table."

"It's like Piccadilly Gardens down here," he moaned. "OK I take your point on the magazines, it's just ..." His voice trailed off as his strict parents watched him. "Well I'd rather have Dannielle, but she doesn't want me, so it's just a bit of fun."

"Those girls suffered for you to have a bit of fun," his mother barked and shook her head. "What you need is a nice, young lady," she suggested and Jack hummed, not agreeing or disagreeing with her. He wouldn't mind Dannielle back, but she had moved on, and so he had to move on, and thought he was definitely moving on: Poppy was proof of that. "And nice young ladies are not interested in peeping toms or dirty perverts."

His thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell and his father got up to answer the door. He returned a few moments later as the spirited Mrs. Fox continued to berate her son, with the smiling Poppy at his side. "Hi."

She swayed slightly from side-to-side and had a flowery summer dress on, with her hair tied back and a warm smile as Jack bolted upright. "Hi," he muttered tensely.

"This is ... err ... Poppy. She's come for Jack," the tall farmer said, looking at his wife with raised eyebrows as he sat down.

"Ohh." Lucy Fox looked at her son and then at the apprehensive girl, and stumbled on her words. "We've just been saying that a nice, young lady would do him good," she eventually said.

Poppy looked at Jack squirming in his seat and smiled at him. "I hope not," she blurted out. "I would get very jealous. Another girl coming between me and Jack."

Fortunately, for Jack, his parents were too busy looking at the young lady in the room, still standing up by the door, instead of their son who was looking at Poppy horrified. "Ahh ... well ... that's umm!"

"You didn't tell them," Poppy thundered and glowered at her friend. "Why not, oh we've had some lovely dates recently. I really feel that we are connecting, seeing the best bits ... well seeing all of each other." Jack squeaked and put his hand over his mouth. "And I do like what I see of him."

"Well that's good," his mother added, slightly non-plussed at the candidness and Jack got up from the seat.

"Shall we ..." He started and glared at his "girlfriend" in shock. "We are going out," she whispered as he bundled her out of the room.

"Where?"

"You'll see. Put some trainers on."

Jack groaned but complied with the order and almost threw the indignant Poppy out of the house.

"What the fuck was all that about?" Jack asked as they got to her car.

"Get in," Poppy muttered and Jack stopped. "Get in, they are watching." Jack looked behind him and waved to his parents, watching from their lounge window as he got into the car.," Get in, unless you want to explain to them that we just split up." He threw open the car door and sat in the passenger seat. Poppy leant across to kiss, and she whispered in his ear. "For appearances." They kissed briefly, and she started the engine.

"Where are we going? And what the fuck was all that about?"

"I have it with my mum too, where's your boyfriend, why did you split with him, what's that, etc. Far easier to have a girlfriend for your parents than to have them mither you." She looked at him as she pulled away down his drive in her vehicle.

"So where are we going?"

"Yeah, don't thank me or anything. Tell me, would your parents want to know that you drive me to edge of ecstasy in the stables every morning, or are they the straight-laced 'no sex before marriage' type? Just so I know for next time."

"More the latter, but they know that Danni and me got it on in the barn," Jack told her. "And they didn't mind. Dad reckons having fun with stable girls is part of growing up on a farm."

Poppy laughed. "Sensible guy. And for the record, my Mum will thoroughly expect me to be having a dozen ravishings and two dozen orgasms each week. She expects rampantness."

Jack laughed at her. "So where the fuck are we going?"

"You'll see." Poppy joined the motorway for a junction and then turned off down a main road that ended in a small town.

"We're here," she announced and looked out of the window. "Found this place on a bulletin board," she told him and then had to explain what a bulletin board was. "There are loads of us, all going for a mass streak at nine," she told him. "In the town centre."

"You must be joking," he cried, and she crossed her arms. "Seriously. We will be arrested and ..."

"No we won't."

"You can't say that."

"Sure I can, I just did." Poppy flashed her smile at him, and she licked her lips. "There will be loads of us, running in a group. We will appear and disappear quickly, and all will be left is the odd CCTV image." Jack's eyes widened, but Poppy ran her hands over his legs. "But we will be wearing balaclavas."

"Balaclavas? Oh that's much better," Jack mocked. "'Cause if they don't arrest us for being ... flashers, they'll shoot us for being terrorists. I don't want to look like I am part of the I-R-bloody-A."

"It's Holmes Chapel," she told him. "Do you really think there are going to be trained marksmen in Holmes Chapel? It's the sleepiest town around." Jack snorted, and she adjusted herself in her seat. "Be adventurous."

"I'm quite happy to be adventurous," he muttered. "Just not arrested."

She sighed and sat back in her chair. "I'll make it worth your while," she promised.

"You always say that."

"And I always deliver." Poppy cocked her head and giggled, before looking at her watch. There were a few other cars around the car park, and more than one had people waiting in them, and she prodded Jack. "Go on," she begged. "It'll be fun." Jack took a few deep breaths and undid his trainers that he had thrown on in a hurry.

It was difficult for him to manoeuvre himself in Poppy's small car but pushed his bum up and undid his belt to slide his trousers down to his ankles from his waist. Poppy watched as he swore at his feet, the thick garments getting stuck and Jack not having the space to move his legs far enough apart to assist with their removal. "You'll have to take off your boxers too," she told him with a smirk, and he snapped at her, before apologising.

Poppy took the summer dress over her head and waited for Jack to get ready before she passed him a bin-bag. "What's that for?"

"Put it on," she told him. "We've got to walk to the roundabout by the building society and then take them off and put them in the bin; and then run back past all the pubs."

"But ..." Jack stammered as he saw half-a-dozen people assemble in the car park wearing just plastic bin-bags. "Everyone will notice us in bin bags."

"They won't. Well they might, but that's part of the idea." Poppy flashed him a sweet smile. "When have I ever let you down?" Jack hummed, and Poppy got out of the car. She punched three holes in her bin bag so that her hands and head would go throught it and so that came down her to mid-thigh.