Chapter 6: I Got My Finger Back

STEPHEN & AMY

The day after I’d seen Danny I was talking to Amy at school in the lunch break. ‘You seem completely back to your old self,’ she told me, ‘I’m so glad, I was getting worried about you.’ ‘I’m sure it’s because I have such a lovely girlfriend.’ I told her.

We talked about what we would do on our usual day together on the following Saturday. ‘Mum and dad are going out for the day to visit a friend in Leeds,’ I told her, ‘So if I come to you in the morning, we can return to mine for lunch.’

‘I’ll make us a snack for lunch, then we’ll have the afternoon to ourselves to do anything we want.’ ‘Can we repeat something along the lines of what we did last time?’ Amy asked. ‘That would be lovely,’ I told her, ‘I was hoping you’d suggest that.’

We were both very excited for the rest of the week. On Saturday morning my mum and dad set off early. I assured them I would be fine as I was going to Amys, so they left happy. At ten o’clock I went round to Amy’s.

When I got there, we had a coffee with Amy’s mum and dad. When we were nearly finished her dad said he had fitted a roof rack to the car that morning and was going to go and fetch some planks for a job he wanted to do at home.’

‘Why don’t you ask Stephen to go with you and give you a lift?’ Amys mum said, ‘I’m sure he wouldn’t mind, and it would make it so much easier for you.’ That’s fine with me.’ I said, so that was agreed. Amy and her mum were going to go and do some shopping whilst we were out.

As we drove to the builder’s yard, Amy’s dad asked me what we were doing for the rest of the day. ‘We’re going back to mine for lunch,’ I told him, ‘Then we’ll probably go out somewhere this afternoon.’ We reached the yard and loaded up the planks and other odds and ends.

Amys dad said he wasn’t very good with knots, so I tied the planks on the roof rack. When we had paid and got back into the car, Amys dad drove over to the far side of the car park and parked up. ‘I’d like to have a chat with you if you don’t mind,’ her dad told me.

‘I’ve been expecting it.’ I told him with a smile.’ ‘I’ve had no experience of a daughter getting her first boyfriend until now.’ Amys dad told me. ‘As Amy got older, the idea has terrified me more and more. I’m still worried about it, although I have to admit I like her choice.’

‘Thank you,’ I told him, ‘I don’t know what it must be like being a dad in those circumstances, but I can understand your worries. I suppose you’re concerned I’m going to either break her heart or get her pregnant?’ He looked relieved at me bringing that out into the open.

‘Yes.’ he told me. ‘Well, I love Amy very much,’ I told him, and I’d love to think that one day we might get married. But I’m realistic enough to know that either of us may change as we get older and part. That would I think be heartbreaking to both of us, but that is life, it happens all the time. I can do little about it but hope it doesn’t happen to us.’

‘With regards to pregnancy, I can only promise you that if and when Amy and I ever got that far, it would never happen without her full consent. She would never ever be put under any pressure from me. If it did happen, she would be treated very gently and carefully, and I would never go near her in that way without wearing a condom.’

‘You’ve got a good head on your shoulders,’ he said smiling. ‘I’ll still be worrying, but not perhaps as much now we’ve had this conversation. ‘I don’t know if this will help or not,’ I told him, ‘But just before my grandad died, he told me he really liked Amy, that she was a lovely girl, and I should hang on to her.’

‘He also asked me about condoms. I told him that I didn’t need any yet as we were nowhere near that stage.’ ‘What did he say to that?’ Amys dad asked, sounding interested. ‘He told me that my intentions were good, but very risky.’

‘He told me that it was only natural that both Amy and I would be filled with desire at some stage, and that could well overrule the best of intentions. He told me that I should be like a Boy Scout and be prepared.’ ‘And?’ Amys dad asked.

I smiled at him. ‘After he died, I went to the other side of town and bought a number of things I didn’t really need, just to try and hide the pack of three amongst my shopping. From the grin the young male assistant on the cash desk gave me, I don’t think he was fooled one bit.’

‘But I didn’t really mind, because he didn’t know me, and I wasn’t likely to see him again. I have hidden them away for possible future use. I have not told Amy I’ve got them, feeling it might make her think she was under pressure, or keeping me waiting.’

‘And are you waiting?’ her dad asked? ‘Yes, of course I am,’ I told him, ‘I’m a healthy boy after all. But this is all new to both of us. If it does happen, the last thing I would ever want to do is to be making love to an Amy who didn’t really want to be there.’

‘You said ‘making love’ rather than having sex?’ he queried. ‘Yes,’ I told him, ‘If we should get that close, I would want it to be because we both wished to express our love for each other. Not just a desire to have sex for the fun of it.’

He shook my hand. ‘Thank you, Stephen, for being so frank with me,’ he said. ‘A father will never stop worrying about his daughter, but I’ll worry a lot less after our conversation.’ We drove back home and as we pulled up outside, I told him, ‘I see no need to mention our conversation to Amy.’ He looked at me and smiled, he looked relieved.

We unloaded the planks into the garage then went in. Amy and her mum were back from shopping, so we had another coffee with them before we left for mine. As we were leaving, I gave Amys mum a hug and a kiss as was usual now.

When I went to shake hands with her dad, also as usual, he said, ‘I think we can forget the formalities of a handshake now you’re one of the family.’ He ignored my hand and gave me a hug. I glanced over at Amy and saw a big beam on her face.

As we walked round to mine, Amy on my arm as usual, she said, ‘I’m not going to ask you what went on between you and dad whilst you were out. But I can guess that you got a third degree. I don’t know how you did it and I know he’s always liked you, but now he clearly thinks you’re wonderful. Just like I do.’ she added as she pulled me to a stop and gave me a lovely kiss.

Back at mine I made us a drink and a sandwich for lunch. As we sat eating together, Amy smiled. ‘What?’ I asked. ‘This is just like we were married and having a meal in our own kitchen.’ she said. ‘Well, who knows, that could come true one day.’ I replied.

As we washed and dried the dishes together, I said, ‘You can’t get more like an old married couple than this.’ ‘I once heard a saying,’ Amy told me, ‘Couples who wash up together stay together.’ ‘I wonder if we’ll remember this conversation when we’re old and grey.’ I said laughing.

‘Would you want to be?’ Amy asked. ‘Want to be what?’ I asked. ‘Old and grey together.’ she said. ‘I couldn’t think of anything I’d like more,’ I told her. ‘Although I don’t suppose I’d be too pleased about being old and grey.’ I added laughing. She took me in her arms and kissed me.

‘Let’s go upstairs,’ she said, ‘I want to hold you close and feel your body next to mine.’ As she spoke my dick shot up hard. ‘Someone else does too.’ she said smiling. I took her hand and led her up to my bedroom. Inside I took my phone out and set an alarm for five o’clock.

‘What are you doing?’ Amy asked. ‘I’m setting an alarm.’ I told her, ‘Just in case we fall asleep. I don’t want mum or dad having a heart attack coming in and finding us both naked on the bed.’ I took her in my arms and after a long kiss, I took her top off.