Chapter 1

What a year it had been. First, I had been taught how to make love by the late great Mary Brown, then I had been shipped off to my Aunt Sue’s stables. I had continued my sexual journey with my aunt as well as some of the women and girls who frequented the stables. Then I found out my mom and dad were getting divorced. I was now back at home and getting ready to go back to school.

I had travelled home by train the evening before. Life was changing for me, that was sure.

I woke the next day, and it took me a fair few minutes to get used to being at home rather than at Sue’s farm. Also, it seemed weird to wake up alone. Not having Sue to cuddle up to had made falling asleep harder, and waking up without her was even worse.

I got up and took a long, cool shower. I took some ‘me’ time and had a nice slow wank thinking about Sue. I was just thinking about her tits and her arse. I made sure all the evidence was washed away before I left the bathroom.

I got dressed and went downstairs. Mom was already in the kitchen; I knew that she had been crying because of the look on her face. We had never been a family that showed much emotion, and I was not sure what to say or do for the best. I decided to act normally.

“Hey, Mom, is everything okay?” I asked. It was apparent she was not, but as I said, I was unsure what to do or say. This was all new to me. Divorce was not so common back in those days.

“Yes, thanks, son, I am fine, honestly,” she lied and gulped her tea. The expression on her face told me she was struggling. My heart sank.

She stood up, and I hugged her.

“You are such a good son,” she said as she broke away from me, “So do you fancy some breakfast, love?”

“Yes, please, Mom,” I said.

I sat down and watched as she prepared a breakfast of scrambled eggs and mushrooms on toast for us.

We ate in silence; I suppose we were both too embarrassed to discuss the elephant in the room. At some point, I would need to sit her down and discuss what was going to happen. I had a few questions about my dad and what we would be doing now that he had left. I also wondered if my dad would want to see me. He had not been in touch, but I figured it was still early days.

The old family home seemed empty without Dad being around, the smell of his aftershave and those fags he used to smoke. His racing paper on the table and his slippers by the door. It was strange that he was no longer there.

It’s amusing how you take certain things for granted. I always thought my mom and dad were solid, but obviously, I was mistaken.

After breakfast, I did the washing up, and Mom dried the dishes. When she had finished, she looked me up and down and smiled.

“Right, you need to try your school uniform on, young man!” she said, “I think you have grown a fair bit. Plus, all that work on the farm has put some meat on your bones.”

I tried on some of my old clothes, and it was soon clear I would need a whole new uniform plus some casual clothes, so it was decided that we would go into town and do some shopping.

I mooched around the house as Mom got ready. Once she was ready to go, we got the bus into town and did some shopping. I was soon loaded up with bags of stuff—a pair of new school shoes, two pairs of school trousers and four school shirts. Mom also got me some new jeans, shorts, and T-shirts.

She then went into the chemist’s, asking me to wait outside. As she shopped for God knows what, three girls walked past. I knew them all; they were three of the ‘in-crowd’ at school, and that was a crowd I would never be a part of. They looked down on nerds like me.

They were called Siobhan, Keren, and Sara. I tried to look at the floor. I would have loved to say hello, but they were not girls who hung around with guys like me. They were all drop-dead gorgeous and only seemed interested in the guys in the football first eleven or rugby first fifteen.

Siobhan saw me and said something to the others, and they both looked over at me. I was expecting some comment about being a geek or something, but nothing came my way.

All three girls walked over to me, and Siobhan smiled at me.

“Hello, it’s Zak, isn’t it?” she said, “You are in my history class, I think?”

“Hi, yes, yes, I think I am,” I said. What was I doing? Of course, I was in her history class.

I had gazed at her for the last year. She has long blonde hair and baby blue eyes. She was a fit as they come, and to be fair, so were her two mates. They were all looking very sexy, and my dick stirred in my boxers.

“Well, the summer holiday has done you the world of good,” she said, and her eyes fluttered up and down my body. I knew I had picked up a good tan, and the hard work at the stables had put some beef on my bones. I had muscles where I never knew you could have muscles.

“Thanks...” I stuttered, “You three ladies are all looking amazing as well.”

They all had deep brown tans and looked buff. I would have loved to fuck one of them or all of them right there right now ... again, my cock stirred in my boxers.

All three of them blushed, and Keren let out a little giggle.

Keren was in my English class, and I had seen Sara in the dining hall and around the school on several occasions. All three were extremely hot. They were all in short skirts and blouses with plenty of firm teenage flesh on show. I was sure there was not one guy at school who did not have at least one of the girls, if not all of them, sitting in their wank bank.

“So, Zak, have you been away for the summer?” Sara asked as she looked me up and down.

“Yes, I was away working at my aunt’s stables!” I replied.

“It looks like it did you the world of good,” she said with a smile. She had the sort of smile that made my legs turn to jelly.

“So, what are you doing tonight?” Keren asked.

“I have nothing planned. Why?” I asked.

“We are all meeting at the park this evening,” Keren said, “if you fancy coming along?”

“Yes, we will be by the bandstand,” Sara said, butting in before Keren could continue. Keren shot her a withering look.

“Yes, that sounds good to me,” I replied, trying not to sound over-eager. I was still not sure if this was some sort of wind-up.

At the same time, I heard the door of the chemist’s behind me open, and I saw my mom coming out. The girls saw her as well, and they all glanced at each other, and a knowing look passed between them.

“Right, we will see you later,” said Siobhan, who then shot me a smile that made my heart race. She was by far the hottest of the three girls.

They all said goodbye, and then they all walked away toward the HMV record shop. I noticed they all glanced back in my direction a couple of times.

“Are they friends of yours?” Mom asked with a cheeky smile on her face.

“Just some girls that are in my history class,” I said.

“Oh, okay,” she said with a cheeky wink, “So do you fancy some lunch?”

I was a teenage lad, of course, I could eat some lunch.

“Yes, Mom, that sounds lovely,” I said and picked up my shopping bags.

Mom led us down to Beechs.

Beeches was a big independent tearoom and café. We found a table and sat down. The waitress took our drink orders, and then, when she brought a pot of tea for Mom and my glass of Coke, she took our food orders. Mom had steak and kidney pie and chips, and I had fish and chips with peas, some bread and butter.

As we waited for the food, we chatted about school and, more importantly, what I wanted to do after school. In our town, if you were in the top third of the class, you went to college.

The middle third went into factories, the bottom third went into the services, the army, or the navy. It was the way it was, the way it had always been and probably the way it always would be.

I knew I would never make the top third, and I did not fancy working in a factory.

Our food came, and we tucked in. Beech’s was famous in our town; the food was always well-cooked, and they did huge portions. We had just finished eating when Mom stood up and waved at someone who had just come into the café. It was Miss Elliot, the school secretary and librarian.

She was wearing a summer dress and carrying some shopping bags. She looked stunning, with a nice tan and her hair in a ponytail. She had a nice figure, and I couldn’t help but give her a once-over.