On Saturday Bobby appeared with his bags and other things. We welcomed him in and helped him take his things to his room. We offered to help him unpack, but he was very insistent that he could do it himself. He did allow us to help put his pictures up around his room, but wouldn’t allow us anywhere near his suitcase.

Fair enough, we thought. He's shy.

He joined us later that afternoon in the living room, and Scarlett made us all coffees. “So, chef Bobby” teased Summer. “With your experience, are you going to make us all supper this evening?”

He blushed again. I had a feeling he’d never been in the company of attractive young women.

“Um, um,” he mumbled, “if you’d like me to then I can do that. What would you like? Do we have the food we need?” The girls seemed delighted.

“What’s your speciality, Bobby?” asked Kiera.

“Well,” he stammered, “I could do us all a nice fish dish with parmentier potatoes, and some sauteed vegetables, if you'd like that?”

“That sounds lovely,” enthused Summer. “Shall we go and get the things we need?” The girls agreed and Bobby was taken along to the local supermarket. We all piled into my car, with Bobby sat in the middle of the back seat between Kiera and Scarlett.

We bought the things we needed, plus a few bottles of wine.

When we got back we put the food away, and the wine in the fridge to chill.

I then took the opportunity to explain to Bobby how other things in the house worked. I showed him the fridge and said that we mostly cooked together, but that if he had anything he wanted to keep for himself that he’d need to label it.

Then I showed him the washing machine and told him he could use it whenever he wanted, but that we all used the same airing cupboard for our things. I showed him the airing cupboard and I saw him blush again when he saw the selection of lingerie in there. The girls thought nothing of putting their intimates together in there, but it seemed obvious that he’d never seen such a confection of feminine frillies before.

“Don’t worry, Bobby!” I teased, “I’m sure you won’t get your things mixed up with our knickers! And these are hardly going to fit you!” He blushed again, as I held up a pair of my panties, and I could see he’d never seen women’s underwear like that before.

That evening he cooked us perhaps the most delicious supper we’d ever had, and we were all very appreciative.

After we’d eaten we sat down to watch a film, and Bobby was embarrassed at the attention he was receiving, sitting between Scarlett and Summer, with us all so appreciative of what he’d produced for us.

The girls just treated him like one of their own, and I did almost feel sorry for him having to contain himself while sat between Scarlett in her babydoll nightie and Summer in her silk pyjamas.