Chris was 18, a typical guy for his age. He had the same problems most others had at his age. Puberty had hit him early, and hard. Ever since he was 11 his face had erupted with acne, and although his skin had since cleared, his self-confidence had been severely damaged.
While his friends had been out getting to know the many pleasures of the female form, Chris had spent hours alone in his room, frantically tugging at his cock, thinking of all the girls he should be out fucking. Although he now enjoyed going out to the pub with his mates and getting drunk, whenever the subject of girls arose, he would clam up and try to change the subject.
One afternoon, he had gone out and come back early, around 6 or 7, after an all-day drinking session on account of a friendâs 19th birthday. They were all to go home, get some food, get changed and meet back in town at 8:30 for some more drinks and a club. As Chris arrived home, he noticed the house was empty. His father was away working on the rigs, so his absence wasnât unexpected, but he noticed his mother had left a note for him on the table:
âGone out with the girls, back lateâŚ..donât wait up!â
love Mum.
Chris looked at the note and tutted, he disapproved of his motherâs behaviour when she went on her âgirlâs nights out.â She always came back drunk and made a noise.
Anyway, he screwed up the note and tossed it away before making himself dinner and changing. He then left the house to meet his mates at he club.
As the night went on, they inevitably got talking about girls and Chris did his usual silent routine. This time though, he was to be the focus of the conversation. They all noticed how he never seemed to have a girlfriend and how they had never even seen him chatting to any girls.
âYou a virgin Chris?â they laughed, as the taunting began.
âNoâ muttered Chris, lying.
âLiar!!â came the response, âThen how come no-ones ever seen you with a girl?â
Fuelled by the taunting and bravado, Chris replied âI get my share, donât you worry.â
The group laughed. âYeah, right Chris, whatever!â
Chris was getting really angry now, and insisted he as no virgin and did OK with the ladies. âBet you I pull tonightâ he issued.
The group ignored the challenge, âIt donât matter,â one said, âWeâre only kidding mate.â
However, Chris was adamant now and quite pissed, âNo bullshitâ he said again, âCome on, put your money where your mouth is!â
âOK thenâ came the instant reply, sensing easy money, âÂŁ20â.
âFuck itâ, said Chris proudly, âMake it ÂŁ50â.
They shook on it, before in a sobering moment, Chris realised he didnât have ÂŁ20 let alone the ÂŁ50 he had raised it to. Before Chris could consider his difficult position, he was being dragged through town towards the eveningâs final destination.
âWeâll even make it easy for youâ one said as they queued outside the club. They had gone to the Flamingo club, a place with a âgrab-a-grannyâ reputation- the women there were notoriously easy, even Chris knew that. They went in and ordered some drinks, assessing the scope of the talent in the place. As they were discussing the standard of women in the club, one of Chrisâs mates noticed a woman on the dancefloor.
She was about and dressed in a tight black lycra-style top and short black glittery skirt, she could barely stand on the ridiculously high heels she was wearing and she was looking over at the group waving.
âHere Chrisâ, he said, âLooks like you may be in luckâ, gesturing over to the woman waving, she was clearly very drunk and her ample frame was miraculously squeezed into clothes which were clearly to small and too young for her to be wearing, âShe ainât too bad neither!â
Chris looked across at the woman staggering around on the dancefloor. As he looked, his face turned ashen white. The woman they were watching was Chrisâs mother!
Chris was so embarrassed and walked over towards her, almost forgetting he was with the group until one shouted after him, âGo on tiger!â Chris had all but forgotten the bet, and had gone over to his mother with the intention of rebuking her. However, his mum was well-drunk and took little notice.
âOh, lighten up babyâ she giggled âHave a dance with your old mum!â
Chris just wanted to get her out of there, but before he could act, his mother was clumsily leaning against him. The interaction between them was more Chris holding her up than dancing with her, with his mates laughing and jeering as they watched.
After the song had finished, his mother stumbled off towards the toilet and Chris joined his mates at the bar, somewhat embarrassed.
âLooks like youâre well in there Chris, quids in mate!â, they laughed, reminding Chris once again of his bet.
âYeahâ muttered Chris, suddenly realising the group had no idea who the woman was, âLooks like you owe me that ÂŁ50!â
âNo wayâ, they replied, less than keen to part with their money, âWe pay up when you get a snog!â