'Have you fucked Debbie Mason?'
Pete looked at his friend Paul and groaned. He shook his head in despair due to the fact that no he hadn't fucked Debbie Mason, he'd actually never fucked anyone.
Paul went on.
'Everybody's fucked Debbie Mason. She's the easiest girl in the town to fuck.'
'No I haven't fucked Debbie Mason. I know who she is and it's maybe because she's the easiest girl in town that I haven't fucked her.' replied Pete.
'Oh mate, you don't know what you're missing. She's an amazing shag with great tits.'
'Well, I'll have to take your word for that won't I?' exclaimed Pete.
'Yeah. It's probably too late now anyway!'
'What do you mean?' asked Pete.
'I heard her mother caught her fucking their next door neighbour's husband on the floor of her kitchen.'
'Really? So what happened?' inquired Pete.
'Her mother grounded her. Took away her phone and banned her from using the house phone. Apparently she takes the phone with her when she leaves the house. Poor Debbie is under house arrest. I bet it's biting her leg off.'
'Wow poor Debbie. I bet the next guy to fuck her will get one hell of a shag.' mused Pete.
'That could just be you.' stated Paul.
'What do you mean?' asked Pete.
'Well look at you. All mothers love you. They all want to mother you. Mrs Mason would probably let you take Debbie out because she'll trust you then a quick half of lager and bosh you'd be in the park with her knickers down to her ankles.'
Pete understood what his friend meant. If you saw Paul and Pete together you wouldn't think they would have become such great friends.
It all began when Pete and his family moved South five years earlier. Pete was only thirteen at the time and he was dreading moving to a different school.
He was a small child that liked to read books. At his previous school he was often picked on because of his size and lack of sports expertise.
It happened again soon after he moved to his new school.
One day he was walking home when three bigger lads stopped him and began to taunt him about his size and his Northern accent.
Pete didn't want any hassle so he tried to run when one of the other boys tripped him and he fell to the ground, his school books scattering onto the road.
One of the other boys raised his foot to kick Pete in the ribs when all of a sudden he went flying to the ground.
Pete looked up to see a tall well built lad take on the other three who seemed reluctant to reciprocate as they recognised him as the captain of the rugby and football teams and the best fighter in their year.
'If ever I see any of you fuckers anywhere near this kid I will personally find you and deal with you. Understand?'
The boys grunted their confirmation and scurried away.
The big lad reached down and pulled Pete to his feet.
'I fucking hate bullies. I'm Paul by the way.'
Pete introduced himself and found they only lived around the corner from each other. On the walk home they talked about themselves, their school life and what they wanted to do with their life.
Pete found out Paul was struggling with his homework and Paul was made aware that Pete always got picked on in school.
'Well that's fucking sorted!' exclaimed Paul. 'I look after you and stop people bullying you and you help me with my homework!'
For the next five years they kept to their respective bargains which allowed Paul to move to a technical college and Pete to complete his A Levels.
Now it was their Summer holidays. They were both eighteen years old and Paul was still a rugged good looking boy who went to the gym four nights a week, played football and rugby at the weekends and had endless girls running after him.
Pete was still a less than average height kid but he had filled out a bit having been dragged crying and screaming by Paul to the gym once a week. He wouldn't admit it but he did actually enjoy it, going at his own pace and seeing his body develop.
Pete still didn't get that many girlfriends as he was too much of a pretty boy with his angelic looking face, blonde hair, blue eyes and full lips. Paul was correct all the mothers he knew loved him.
'Yeah,' he sighed. 'You might be right. If I could charm Mrs Mason maybe I could get a shot at Debbie.'
He didn't really say it with conviction as he still didn't think he was in with a chance of taking her out.
It was agreed that Pete would go around at lunchtime the next day and see if it would work.
The following day Pete, in his best pair of shorts and his new Ralph Lauren Polo shirt knocked on the Mason's door trembling with anticipation as he waited.
He was about to knock again when it opened and standing in the doorway was Mrs Mason.
'Hello?' she said eyeing Pete up and down.
'Oh hi Mrs Mason. I was just wondering if Debbie was in. Please?' he added.
'Oh, you want Debbie do you? Well you'd better come in.'
Pete walked into the house and followed Mrs Mason into the kitchen.
'I wonder where Debbie fucked her neighbour?' thought Pete.
He looked at Mrs Mason and saw she was dressed in a raincoat with a shopping bag on the table.
'Look, I'll come back another time if you're going out Mrs Mason.'
'Nonsense, I've just got back from shopping. Just let me get sorted first,' she said as she removed her coat.
Pete really saw Mrs Mason for the first time. He was amazed at how big her breasts were in her tight silver colour silk blouse. She was wearing a dark blue pleated skirt that stopped just above her knees, silver looking tights and dark blue shoes with three inch heels.
She was about five feet five tall in her stocking feet, curly blonde hair to her shoulders, blue eyes and full lips that were glossed a bright red. These matched her fingernails.
Pete thought she looked very good for a woman in her mid forties. She wasn't fat but definitely not skinny and had a peachy bum.
'Have a seat,' she said as she finally put all her shopping away.
Pete sat at the kitchen table.
'Would you like a glass of wine? I'm having one!'
Before Pete could say no she'd poured two glasses of chilled white wine and handed one to him.
'So why do you want to see Debbie then?' she asked.
