When Andy and Nick suggested that I join them for a few days break staying at Nick’s cousins in the London suburbs, I never thought any adventures in the capital would result. How wrong I was.

We left Edinburgh on the train for the four-and-a-half-hour journey to London King’s Cross. Andy and Nick thought I’d look great in a tartan skirt rather than the jeans I had intended to wear for the trip. Leaving at ten, we arrived just after two-thirty to be met by Nick’s two cousins, both older than Nick.

I was still only eighteen. Nick was a few months older with Andy, older still having turned nineteen. However, Nick’s relatives were well into their twenties and, despite their age and both having full-time jobs, were still living at home due to the exorbitant cost of housing in the capital.

They met us cordially at the station and led us into the underground system, which they said was the quickest way to reach their home south of the city. I had not been on the underground system since I had visited London with my parents when I was twelve, so it was an exciting prospect.

Richard and Philip were both good-looking guys with a surprisingly strong resemblance to Nick. Richard was doing well in an estate agency, and Philip, who was car mad, was a mechanic, as evidenced by his grease-stained hands.

After several changes, we finally emerged from the underground system just before arriving at our destination station. It was only a short walk from the station to their home. I enjoyed the spectacle of both cousins vying for the opportunity to carry my case.

Once we arrived at their red-bricked, bay-windowed, two-story, terraced house, we were greeted by Richard and Philip’s parents, who were about to leave for a few days’ break themselves. They received Nick like a long-lost relative, clearly embarrassing him with all their questions about what he was doing and how the family were.

Andy and I were also enthusiastically welcomed as they placed their cases in the car and set off to the South Downs with a cheery, ‘Enjoy your time here, but no riotous parties!’

Once the four of us were alone, I was shown to my bedroom and was delighted to discover a double bed and en-suite bathroom. It was, for me, the equivalent of staying in the Ritz or the Savoy hotels.

After we had eaten a late lunch, the conversation soon came around to spicier subjects.

‘We have heard you’re quite an interesting girl, Rachel?’

‘Have you?’

‘Yes, Nick has told us a few things about you?’

‘Really,’ I responded, giving Nick a look of consternation. ‘What has he told you?’

‘You like cold baths, being tied up, having chocolates stuffed up your you know what, being whipped and having men touch you when you’re naked.’

‘Wow,’ I said, again looking at Nick. ‘He’s not left much out, has he? Yes, the three of us have had some exciting times together. I think we are all learning as we go along.’

‘Would you like us to help too?’ Richard inquired.

‘In what way?’

‘In helping you to fulfil whatever fantasies you have.’

‘I don’t think I have any,’ I replied naively.

‘Nothing sexually you’d like to try?’

I was a bit taken aback at Richard’s forthrightness.

‘Oh, I see. Well, I’d always like to try something different. To me, normal sex seems just a bit vanilla.’

‘I think we could help you,’ Philip answered, looking at me. ‘You’re a heck of a pretty girl, Rachel. Any guy in their right mind would die to lay you.’

‘Would they?’

‘Yes, of course. Look here at us four. Look at our trousers.’

As they all stood up, I could see that each hid a bulge behind their flies.

‘Why are you all so turned on?’ I inquired.

‘Because of you. You’re so damned attractive and sexy, from the way you talk to the way you walk to the way you dress. You ooze sex appeal.’

‘Do I?’ I responded with a degree of surprise.

‘You do,’ Richard confirmed, rejoining the conversation. ‘Sexuality just flows from your whole demeanour.’

‘I don’t intend it to.’

‘I know,’ Andy interjected, ‘But it does, all the time. On the train coming here, your whole demeanour seemed to be telling Nick and me that you wanted sex.’

‘Did it?’ I questioned again. ‘Well, I confess it did cross my mind a time or two, as it did, wondering what your cousins were like, Nick.’

‘Do we pass the test?’ Richard asked.

‘I guess so,’ I replied with a grin. ‘I think this conversation is heading in one direction. Do I get the impression from the body language of all four of you that you’d like me to take my clothes off?’

There was silence as all four young men looked at each other in disbelief.

‘Um. Well, err. Yes. That would be very, err, interesting.’

I began unbuttoning my blouse, then unhooked and unzipped my skirt, letting both fall to the ground, leaving me in just my bra, knickers, and tights.

‘Would you like to assist in the rest?’ I asked.

In no time, the four had removed my remaining clothing before retaking their seats to admire me as I stood naked before them.

‘Turn around,’ Nick commanded.

I did two full pirouettes, so they all obtained a good eyeful of what they desired to see.

‘Can we touch you?’

‘As long as you promise not to break me?’ I chuckled.

I stood as eager hands ran along my arms, across my shoulders, around my torso, down my legs, between my thighs, over my backside and massaged my breasts. I wasn’t sure who was enjoying the experience the most, the lads or me. I did know that a particular area was becoming very moist very quickly as a result of their administration.

‘Rachel,’ Andy said as he fondled my breasts, ‘I think that Philip and Richard would like to do more with you?’

‘Would they?’ I questioned in all the innocence of my limited experience, ‘Such as?’

‘I think they would like to join you in bed?’

‘You mean they want to have sex with me?’

‘Got it in two!’

‘Oh!’ I was not sure what to do. Richard and Philip were both good-looking lads, but I had two problems. Number one was that I did not want either Andy or Nick to think I was in any way disloyal to them.

The second difficulty was that, although both lads were of Scottish stock, they were English. This was a difficulty for a young lassie who had been brought up in traditional Scottish anti-English rhetoric. Thankfully, it is something that has long since been eradicated from my teenage thinking.

After more tender ministrations, I acquiesced and found myself in bed with both older men as we hugged, kissed and had passionate sex. When I had boarded the train earlier that morning, it was with no idea that six hours later, I would be acting like a total whore in allowing two men whom I had only just met and were at least seven years older than me to fuck me to climax in bed.

It seemed that neither Andy nor Nick had any qualms about sharing me with Nick’s cousins as they remained downstairs the whole time Philip, Richard and I were frolicking on the bed.

After two hours, Richard shouted down, asking my two friends to order takeout from a nearby Italian pizza shop. Once that arrived, my sensual sex session concluded as food seemed to become more important than enjoying my body.

Richard and Philip dressed but requested that I remain naked over tea. So there I was, an eighteen-year-old woman who had only in the past six months discovered the joys of sex, now naked and eating with four fully clothed male companions four hundred miles from home. It was a peculiar feeling.

The next day, Richard and Philip offered to take us all on a sightseeing tour of London. I looked forward to it with great excitement, as I had only seen a few places of interest on my last visit six years previously.

We set off at nine for a whistle-stop tour of the capital, hopping on and off the tube and taking brisk walks. We attempted to take in the Houses of Parliament, Downing Street, Trafalgar Square, the Mall, Buckingham Palace, St Paul’s Cathedral, Tower Bridge and the Tower of London in a whirlwind journey of discovery.

Looking back, having visited London several times since, we’d have been much better off doing less and spending longer at certain places.

We finally ended at Oxford Circus in the centre of Oxford Street. I thought that Princess Street in Edinburgh was busy on a Saturday afternoon; however, it was nothing compared to the hustle and bustle of Oxford Street. It was heaving.