Becky Is Not A Chaperone.

By Secretauthor2021, in 5 parts. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

I

continued for another hour and a half before finally calling it a day.

The garden was looking great, and Mrs. Taylor was extremely grateful. I

even got a "looks good" response from Mr. Taylor -- definite progress.

"Would it be okay if I used your shower to clean up?" I asked Mrs. Taylor.

"Of course, dear. There should be fresh towels already out."

"Lovely, thanks, Mrs. Taylor."

I was just about to go up the stairs when Madison and Becky were coming down in the opposite direction.

"Becky is just going home to get ready for tonight."

"Oh,

okay. See you again, Becky," I said, then turning to Madison, "I'm just

going to have a quick shower, and I'll be right with you."

"Okay, I'll be up in a sec."

I left them at the foot of the stairs as I went to take a shower.

After around ten minutes, I left the bathroom and went to Madison's bedroom to get changed.

Madison was sitting on her bed, flicking through her phone, when I walked in.

"Hey babe," I said before closing the door behind me.

"Oh hey, do you have a minute?"

"For you, always."

I sat down on the side of the bed, my towel tucked around my waist.

"Is everything okay?" I then asked.

"Yeah, all is good. I just wanted to ask you something. Well, it's more of a favor, really."

"Okay! This is sounding ominous."

"Well, remember I said Becky was feeling a bit down."

"Yes."

"Well, I didn't fully explain her situation. If I tell you, you have to promise not to breathe a word to anyone."

"Okay, I promise."

She took a deep breath.

"God, I can't believe I'm going to tell you this."

"Tell me what?" I urged.

"Well,

she hates the fact she's still a virgin. Like, really hates it, and she

doesn't want to, in her words, be the only one in the entire year that

hasn't been laid yet."

"Okay," I said, wondering where she was going with this.

"In

her head, it's like being the last one to be picked in Phys Ed. The one

no one really wants on their team. It's really affecting her

self-esteem."

That,

I could relate to. It was never a nice feeling to be picked last. In

fact, at that point, you're not even picked; you're what they're left

with.

"Okay... so if she's that desperate, I'm sure someone will oblige."

"That's

the problem. She can't find anyone she likes, and on top of that, she

doesn't want to come across as desperate in case someone takes advantage

or accuses her of being a slut for throwing herself at guys."

"Huh, quite the dilemma Becky has. But why are you telling me all this?"