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begin to grow in his pants.
    Don’t you like girls?’ she asked, staring at him intently.
    ‘Uh . . . n-no . . . I mean . . . y-yeah,’ he stammered, wishing only for a locked loo and a Playboy magazine – for that was the only way he could deal with the urgent feeling in his pants.
    ‘No?’ she said, with an amused glint. ‘Or yes?’
    He struggled to regain his composure. ‘Er, I like ’em okay,’ he managed, and repeated weakly, ‘I’d just sooner – y’know, like; practise.’
    ‘Hmmm . . .’ She licked her lips. They were thin like the rest of her. And then, as if it was the most natural move in the world, she raised her arms and took off her sweater, revealing small, hard breasts, with large, purple nipples.
    Kris actually heard himself gulp. The sound echoed across the dusty garage.
    ‘You’re sixteen,’ Mrs Darke said matter-of-factly. ‘And I’m thirty-two, luv. It’ll be better for you to do it with me than some messy little teenager who’ll get herself knocked up before you can turn around.’
    Reaching for the zipper on his jeans, she pulled it down slowly. Then she touched his cock, which he knew was just about ready to burst. Springing it loose from his Y-fronts she deftly rubbed the tip, and to his embarrassment he came all over her hand.
    A blush suffused him from head to toe, but Mrs Darke didn’t seem at all put out. ‘First time?’ she asked sympathetically.
    He nodded dumbly, too humiliated to speak.
    ‘Don’t worry,’ she continued. ‘You learned how to play the guitar pretty good. Now you’ll learn how to make love to the ladies. Just lie back an’ enjoy lesson number one. I’m the best teacher you’ll ever have.’
    *    *    *
    Having a secret thing with Buzz’s mum was not exactly easy. Whereas, before, Kris was always badgering his friend to practise, now he couldn’t wait to get Buzz out of the way.
    ‘What’s the matter with you?’ Buzz asked irritably one day, after a long and not very good practice session. ‘This used t’be all yer wanted t’do, an’ now ’alf the time yer screwin’ up. We’ll never get anybody innerested in us if yer carry on like this.’
    Kris shrugged. It was true. He was screwing up, but not on purpose. Somehow, for the time being, playing had lost its edge, and being with Daphne was a greater thrill.
    ‘It’s my bloody job,’ he muttered. ‘I hate it.’
    His mother had insisted he do something rather than just pick up unemployment cheques. It’s about time, lad,’ she’d announced grimly. So he’d found work as a window-cleaner, and it frightened the shit out of him every day when he had to ride on the precarious little platform hanging from the side of a multi-storey giant office tower.
    ‘Do somethin’ else then,’ suggested Buzz. He’d got himself a job as an attendant at an amusement park for the summer, and was enjoying every minute. ‘I can pull twenty birds a day if I want,’ he boasted. ‘An’ right little darlin’s, too.’
    The truth was Kris was undergoing a massive guilt trip. He’d discovered the joys of sex along with the culpability of sticking it to his best friend’s mother. Plus his brother was getting married, which meant the atmosphere at home was chaotic, with Avis acting as if a Royal wedding was about to take place.
    Brian’s bride-to-be, Jennifer, was the daughter of an accountant. Brian was marrying up, and Avis let no one forget it as she nagged them all about how they were to dress and behave in front of Jennifer’s family.
    Kris was elected best man. His mother made him hire a suit. It was too tight and smelled faintly of stale sweat. One day, he thought to himself as he stood behind his brother in the church, he was going to buy suits that he only wore once and then gave away – maybe to Brian if the bugger was lucky.
    The summer progressed.
    Kris’s affair with Mrs Darke progressed.
    Buzz announced he was fed up with England and wanted to go abroad for a while,