You could cut the tension in the school's sports hall with a knife. Small groups of teenagers stood around whispering anxiously, trying to reassure each other. The final exam results of their school career, A levels, would be handed out to each one in a sealed envelope in a few minutes. This was the most important moment so far in their young lives. Their university choice, their careers, earnings prospects, all depended on those small envelopes. Some parents were present too, also talking in anxious whispers.
Patrick and James or Jim, stood together, silently. They had known each other, been friends, for nearly 15 years and their mothers were best friends also. They stood nearby. Both boys wanted to go to medical school, the toughest course of all. Only 3 A grades in the exams would really do, a big ask. They had both studied hard and their mothers both taught science in the school. Josie, Patrick's mum taught maths and physics and Marina, chemistry.
At last, the school secretary came and started distributing the envelopes. Now there was a mixture of whoops of joy and groans of anxiety and disappointment. Patrick grinned at the piece of paper, he had 3 A* grades in maths physics and biology. His place at Cambridge was secure. Jim bit his lip, A*, A and B grades. He wasn't going to his first choice, Bristol University, but maybe he'd squeak into Warwick, his second. Patrick reassured him as best he could. His voluntary work, captaincy of the schools 1st 15 rugby team, would make it a slam dunk, Jim wasn't so sure.
By 4 o'clock it was settled, Jim had confirmed on the phone, he had his place in Warwick, a good school. The two boys met up in the late afternoon, to celebrate their good fortune and and discuss the next 5 years. Medicine was a notoriously tough course, with a few failures each year throughout the course. They had talked with their mums, also their teachers, about how to approach the workload, which would be huge. The consensus was to hit the ground running. It wasn't a subject you could waste a semester and hope to catch up, impossible..
Conversation switched to how to celebrate. Their mothers, both single parents, couldn't afford anything elaborate. The subject of their mothers was raised cautiously, by Jim. It was a recurring theme in their chats. Both Josie and Marina were stunners with a very similar life story. They had become pregnant about the boy's ages. Their handsome, feckless boyfriends had disappeared at light speed, with the first mention of pregnancy. Somehow they had both taken up places at University as single mothers, with parental help and with good degrees, then followed up with teacher training. They had joined Fulbrook Academy in Kidderminster at nearly the same time and were still there. They were very popular, hard working, fair, always going the extra mile to help the students.
Josie and Marina both happened to be stunners as well, figures of lustful dreams for most of the boys and even some girls. Josie was taller, blonde and very pretty, with a fuller figure, but slim and toned. Marina, a little shorter, dark and slimmer, meaning smaller breasts. Each of the boys had imagined themselves to be in love with their friend's mother for years. They had cautiously discussed how they could manoeuvre the girls into some sort of relationship, sexual of course. It was an awkward subject to discuss.
" Look Patrick, this maybe our last chance, you know with our mothers. We've talked about it for years, now we are celebrating the results, they are talking about giving us a treat, a trip somewhere they can't afford We both know we want a very big treat that will cost them nothing, well at least financially." Jim finished and waited for a response.
There was a long silence and Patrick whispered.
"How could it ever happen, it just isn't on. They'd be so offended, insulted by even a hint. Yes, I'd sell a kidney to, you know, with Marina. You know what I think about her. I'm ashamed, but it would be chance to see my mum naked, you know, doing it with you. Isn't that a terrible thing to admit?"
"Well me too bro, the thought of seeing mum had occurred to me as well. Well how can we try and arrange it?"
"Look this is never going to happen and it's all a bit sordid, talking like this. How on earth could you suggest it to them?
How about, your gorgeous, any chance of a quick one?
Not going to happen." Patrick finished.
"It's time to go to your house for the celebration dinner. All I'm saying is this is our last chance really. Look I'll think of something OK" Jim replied.
With that, that made there way to Patrick and Josie's home. When they arrived, they were greeted with hugs from both their mothers.
"Where have you guys been, food's up. I know we should have gone out for a meal, but money's tight as usual. We wanted to pay for a weekend in Manchester for you to enjoy yourselves as well." Josie finished.
"Your food's better than the restaurants round here anyway and we can chat about the results, Uni and your right, we need to think of the upcoming cost. We will both try and get jobs to help out with the money situation." Patrick replied.
" I've got a suggestion about celebrating that's free.." Patrick looked at Jim in alarm.
" Any advise on you know, girls. In particular, what they like, don't like?" Jim asked
" Anything in particular Jim." his mum asked.
"Yes, I suppose sex really. Do girls enjoy it, what do they like, that sort of thing?"
" I think I can remember being a girl. Main thing is being respected, wined, dined, if you can afford it, not pounced on at the first opportunity."
"Yes, I think we got all that, it's the specifics, what do they like and sorry about the suggestions. Oral sex, back passage, group sex?"
"I've nurtured a viper in my bosom, a rapist. You haven't met this poor innocent girl and you're planning a gangbang." Marina raised her voice.
"No, no, be serious, we just want to understand what you want, what's acceptable,?"
"Well not group sex. So now it's about us, what's your view on anal and group sex Josie?"
"Well, since you asked, it's yes and yes."
"WHAT, you've had group sex for God's sake?" Marina shouted.
"Only once."
"Only once, that's OK then. Do tell us more, I'm fascinated." Marina again.
"Sorry Marina, but the boys asked, I'm trying to be helpful. Look it was a party when I was a student. There were 2 guys, it happened."
"Did you enjoy it, was there an audience?" her son asked.