Chapter 2: A Surprise

One evening, a couple of weeks later, my Mum came up to my room.

“Sorry to interrupt your homework but I was just talking to Jenny’s Mum” She explained. “Sue and Dave asked their parents if they could go on holiday together. After their parents talked to each other, they decided they could be trusted and agreed. There were two conditions. First they had to stay in Sue’s Aunt Maggie’s guest house in Skegness and second they had to have a couple of friends with them too. They want you and Jenny to join them. Jenny is only 16 and quite frankly, I’m amazed her parents said she could go. I don’t suppose it’s necessary to ask if you want to.”

“Wow! Yes, I really want to!” I replied.

“You will have to promise to respect Jenny” Mum said.

“I will. I do!” I said. However, my idea of respect was to respect how far Jenny wanted me to go, whereas I think my Mum’s idea was not to touch her at all.

“We need to talk a lot more about this, but I’ll tell Jenny’s Mum you reluctantly agreed!” Mum teased.

I could not believe it. What were the parents thinking? Two 17-year-old boys on holiday with their 16 and 17-year-old girlfriends in the next bedroom!

We talked about it at the Youth Club on the following Sunday. We were all excited and could hardly believe our luck, but we still had to wait a couple of months until the holiday in August.

We all had exams approaching, so socialising was confined to Saturday nights when we managed a couple of trips to the bowling alley in Bradford and to the the ice skating in Leeds. We did manage to get alone together a few times when her parents went out and I joined Jenny babysitting a couple of times. We never missed the Youth Club on Sundays though.

Whenever I got the chance, I played with her sexy tits, but she always pushed my hand away, giggling when I reached her knickers.

My Dad cornered me a day before we were due to leave on the holiday and he passed me a small paper bag. I looked inside “Condoms! 4 packets!” In those days the only places you could get condoms was either the chemists or the mens hairdressers. Both were usually busy, so it was difficult and very embarrassing for 17-year-olds to get them.

“This is not a licence to have sex but you’re too young to be a dad, so I want you have them, just in case” he said.

“Thanks, Dad. I don’t think I will need them, but I would hate to get Jenny pregnant if we were to get carried away” I replied.

“Don’t tell your Mum” Dad said.

“OK. Thanks”

In those days, before mass holiday flights to Spain, the English seaside resorts were flourishing and there were regular coaches to the main resorts. Sue, Dave, Jenny and I went down to the local pick-up point in town for 9 o’clock on the Saturday morning with our parents. We found our coach, loaded our cases in the hold, said goodbye to our parents and climbed on board. We were so excited to be going on our first holiday without our parents and with our girlfriends and boyfriends. We found seats half way down the coach, Sue and Dave in the seats behind Jenny and I. She kissed me, saying “I can’t believe this!”

“Neither can I. But I’m going to love every second with you” I replied, kissing her back.

The coach journey took 4 hours, including a stop for lunch. Jenny saw the sea first. “Look!” she exclaimed, pointing excitedly. We soon arrived at the coach station, retrieved our cases and set off following the instructions to get to the guest house. We all had quite small suitcases, except Jenny who was struggling to carry her’s. Dave and Sue teased Jenny about bringing too much stuff, but I took pity on her and offered to carry it for her. She agreed and said she would carry mine instead.

“Your’s is so light, it must be half empty” Jenny said, surprised.

“7 t-shirts, 7 pairs of underpants, 7 pairs of socks, 2 pairs of shorts and one pair of long trousers. Toothbrush, toothpaste, soap, shampoo and deodorant. What more do I need?” I asked.

“Pyjamas, swimmers and a swimming towel” Jenny replied.

“Shit! I forgot those!” I exclaimed.

“Did you forget the condoms too?” Dave asked, jokingly.

“No” I replied, laughing.

“You won’t be needing any of those!” Jenny said, sternly.

It only took ten minutes before Dave was ringing the bell of the guest house. An elderly couple introduced themselves as Bill and Maggie. We introduced ourselves and were shown the small guest lounge/diner at the front of the house and our bedrooms upstairs. Dave and I were relieved to find that our bedroom had two single beds and the girls were happy to share a large double.