The Making of A Sissy Part 6

I must go now; I’ll go further round the rocks to the escape steps up the cliff; you carry on crying, we want someone to think you’ve had a really bad time with me!” And with that he slipped from her grasp and Sandy cuddled Bella, and they made their way back as Adam swam further round. As the two reached the edge of the rocks they heard a whistle, and saw Adam waving from up on the cliff; they waved back and he blew a kiss then disappeared over the headland.

When they got back, some of the boys were still there, and crowded round Bella taking the opportunity to touch her in comforting gestures, as tears flowed and she managed to look distressed. Tara moved through the pack anxiously and looked first at Bella, sneered a little, then looked to Sandy.

“Well? How were things?” Sandy frowned as Bella whimpered and cried openly in the background.

“What do you think? Look at her, and do you see Adam?” Sandy had no need to even make any suggestion; Tara was a spoilt arrogant bitch, and she smiled triumphantly as she put two and two together, coming up with the five that the two friends intended.

“Maybe I won’t tell mom how bad you were today; I can see some things are beyond you, I hope you’ve learned your lesson. I expect I’ll be hearing from Adam myself soon anyway.” With that she smiled and went back to the beach towel and lay in the sun. Sandy cuddled Bella as if to comfort her and the two strolled down the beach, followed by a throng of young men who watched the two sweet rears with interest. The two friends giggled when out of sight and discussed having a drink by Roberts’ pool tomorrow. Bella looked forward to that, but not half as much as she looked forward to feeling that phone vibrate to an incoming call…