"No, not worried, it'll just give me a bit of company, that's all" said Victoria into the phone as Emily and Angela passed her on their way into the lounge.
"Ben'll be fine, he's only twelve dad!" she said, with a degree of exasperation "What? With me, Emily, Alison and Amy here? I don't think so, and anyway he's not that kind of boy. You met him at the Weavers' party, you know... when they welcomed the Davisons to the village." Victoria turned slightly and just peered at the lock on the front door to make sure it was dead bolted.
"That's right, the Chelsea fan. Exactly, that's what I've been saying. No, no, not Paul. Can you imagine him wanting to spend the night with a bunch of gossiping girls? Dad! You should know me better than that, I hope!" Victoria leaned back against the wall shaking her head slightly with a gentle smile developing on her lips.
"I love you too. Okay. No I'll be fine. I'll talk to you tomorrow anyway. Yeh, love you. Bye. Love you, bye."
Victoria grinned broadly, the first hurdle was overcome. She disconnected the call and began dialling again.
In the bathroom, Ben made Alison wait outside while he had a wee. Somehow this activity was too personal to allow her to watch as she had wanted, and even to allow her to stand behind him when he went. While he emptied his bladder he considered just washing himself and declaring himself clean when he left, but he was certain that Alison would insist on inspecting him, or at least she would tell Victoria and she might insist on him being inspected in the lounge. He thought it much better to just get it over and done with and have Alison at least witness his cleanliness even if he didn't allow her to do the cleaning itself.
Even though he was going to get his willy out to wash it in a minute, he couldn't help putting it away and zipping himself up. The idea of opening the door to let Alison in with his willy hanging out was just too silly for him. He unlocked and opened the door. Alison grinned at him from outside and pushed her way in past him.
"Com on then" she said. Ben unzipped himself again and pulled his willy out with a slight frown. He stood on tiptoe to dangle it over the sink while she turned on a tap.
"Not like that" said Alison "You'll have to take your trousers and pants down"
"Why?" asked Ben looking disappointed "I can wash it perfectly well like this."
"You'll splash water all over the front of your trousers and it'll look like you've wet yourself, besides you won't be able to get at it all properly like that."
"I will" he said plaintively.
Alison stepped towards him with a look of determination.
"Alright, alright, I'll do it" he said and undid his trousers, pushing them and his boxers down together. Alison grabbed the flannel and wetted it under the tap. She rubbed soap on it and brought it down towards Ben's groin. He backed away slightly.
"Don't be silly" said Alison "Just stand still."
Ben made himself stand still while Alison brought the soapy flannel to bear on his penis. She rubbed it carefully, making sure that she covered the whole of Ben's shaft, scrotum and groin area with soap, even pulling his foreskin back so she could get soap underneath.
"It doesn't need that much cleaning" he said.
"Of course it does" she said rinsing the soap out of the flannel. She took her time, making sure that the soap was thoroughly washed out while she sneaked glances at Ben's adorable semi-erect penis.
"It always looks funny like that" she said.
"Like what?" said Ben slightly sulkily.
"When it's not really hard and not really soft" she said.
"You think it looks funny whatever state it's in" said Ben, still a little sulky.
Alison stared at it for a little while looking thoughtful "That's true, it does" she said "But I like it anyway. Actually, I love it, and it doesn't matter what condition it's in." She brought the flannel to bear again, wiping away the soap and incidentally erecting it just a little bit more in the process.
"That's probably enough" said Ben.
"You shouldn't be so shy Ben, not with me. You should like me touching you there" said Alison.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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Changes last made on: Saturday, May 26, 2018