Note from author: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
Chapter 8
After work, I decided to walk home, it was a beautiful day and I was feeling pretty good about myself, smug almost. Not only had I lost my cherry less than a week before but, I had now added another notch to my bedpost. Also, now mother was back, maybe Isobel could take Liz's place?
It's a bit of a risk, mixing business with pleasure I thought as I walked with my now customary bounce along the pavement, especially as my mother also worked there.
I decided I was going to let the events of the afternoon settle a bit for Isobel, let her reconcile what we had done herself but if she gave me a hint of wanting a repeat performance, I was going to take it, risky or not. I also hadn't heeded Liz's advice about protection so thought I had better get that sorted as well.
I walked past the barbershop in town and popped in, got a quick trim and when I was offered 'something for the weekend' bought some rubbers just in case my lucky streak held.
At home, I was startled to find Liz there in the kitchen, helping mother make supper. Nothing was said about the events of the day or the week before and I realised this was an attempt to see if we could all live as we did before, with that information being out in the open.
We made small talk through dinner and I left out the best parts when I spoke of my day and how it had gone.
After supper, Liz went back to her house and mother and I were alone in the living room. I was reading and she was knitting a sweater.
After an hour or so, and I was almost ready for bed, my mother put the knitting down and said quietly "I think we need to clear the air Trevor."
It was a moment I had been dreading as I would rather have stuck my head in the sand and ignored what was going on around me until it had gone but could see I wasn't going to get that chance.
I looked up and said, "What is the matter Mum?"
"You know full well." she said and after a pause, "I need to explain why Liz and I....." she let the end trail off her sentence.
"Oh. Well, it's really none of my business, is it?" I said.
She didn't answer that but pressed on "I have been very lonely since your father died. Maybe even from before that as he was never around much, but even more so after."
"You had me." I said softly.
"Yes, I know, but I needed an adults company Trevor, an adults touch," she replied "and Liz was going through a tough time herself and it sort of, just happened."
"Do you prefer women to men now?" I asked, realising this sounded a bit immature as soon as I said it.
"No, I don't think so, but you have to take what's on offer don't you?"
She went on "I think that was one of the reasons why I was so angry after finding out about you two. I thought I was going to lose her, and maybe you as well and I would be left lonely again."
I could see a tear start to fall and I went across and hugged her.
"You could never lose me Mum," I said comfortingly, "you will always have me, no matter what."
"Thank you, but I am not so sure about Liz," she replied "I heard her with you through the bedroom wall on Sunday morning after I got home. I could hear how much pleasure you were giving her and I was jealous."
I was embarrassed and blushed at this news. I hadn't realised we could be heard by anyone and whilst I hadn't thought about that at the time, I now understood where my mother was coming from and why her anger had built up.
"Have you spoken to Liz?" I asked
"No, not yet. I am afraid to." she said
"Well, why don't we discuss it together, all of us, that should make things easier, if things are out in the open like. No secrets."
"Maybe," she replied, "Let me sleep on it. Goodnight" and she rose and went to bed.
The following day was very uneventful, I did my work, didn't bump into Isobel or Annie and had a quiet supper with Liz and my mother. Again, nothing was mentioned about our situation.
The day after, I was in work and I bumped into Annie. She was struggling to carry a pile of dirty crockery from the dining room back to the scullery.
"Hello Annie," I said and grinned, "Can I help you with those?"
"Yes please!" she said and I took the top two thirds of the plates from her and followed her to the scullery.
"Thank you Trevor," she said as she placed her pile by the sink "if you could leave them there, I would really appreciate it."
"Not a problem." and I did as she asked
"How are you?" I enquired, keen to keep the conversation going
"I am good thank you, yourself?"
"All good thanks." and we just stared at each other, the silence palpable, not knowing what else to say.
Finally, I knew I had to leave to break the uncomfortable silent space between us.
"Well, I will be off then," I said "Bye, Annie." and as I walked past her, I felt a small hand pinch my ass.
I whirled around and our eyes met again. This time I covered the small step between us and swept her into my arms, kissing her passionately.
My hands were on her ass and starting to wander as our kiss grew, but she pushed me back to break it, "Not here!" she said "what time are you finishing?"
"5pm" I replied "You?"