In the north of England when you're 18 you generally live in the pub. I did anyway, with my best mate Dave. I'm Carl by the way. Dave and me had been mates forever. I'd moved to the area when I was very young and Dave had been the first friend I made and we'd been like brothers ever since.
As we got older our interests differed to a degree, I was going to head off to uni, get my degree in history and become a teacher, eventually, Dave wasn't academic, he left school at 16 and became a pot-man, by 18 he was a licensee and running his own pub. that was great because Dave was 13 months older than me so he'd make sure I was having nights out earlier than I really should have been.
I enjoyed 6th form, you were effectively still at school but teachers and students were all on first name terms, so you felt more mature. It was an enjoyable 2 years and I did well, an A in History, an A in Geography and a B in English Literature, I was on my way to uni.
Daves mum worked at the college, she was the principals secretary, so I'd see her around quite a lot. Becky was in her early forties, around 5ft 2, slightly built but in shape, she cycled and swam regularly, and it showed in her tight physique. She had short light brown hair, brown eyes, and a cute, but, as it turned out, wicked smile. Becky was the mum that all the lads fancied, the MILF amongst my group of friends.
Prior to me getting my results, at the end of term the college had its prom. My friends and I all got suited up, limo, cigars, champagne, and headed to the party. By the time we got to the venue we were all pretty drunk. It was a good night, we drank, we danced, we were silly, as you'd expect teenage boys to be. I spent some time with a girl I'd seen on and off at college, Jo.
I was not a bad looking lad, 6ft 2, muscular, I played flanker for the local rugby club and had played at college as well. Jo had noticed me early at college and while I had played the field, I believe Jo had as well, we always gravitated back to each other. As the night wore on Jo and myself found ourselves together on the dancefloor. I was heading to the bar to get the both of us a drink when Daves mum approached me.
"You and Jo look like you're gonna have a good end to the night." She wryly smiled, then cheekily winked at me.
"I hope so, it's been a good night. You enjoyed it?" I replied.