Chapter 4

When I slip home from Nicks, it's about midnight. It doesn't seem that long since we were having curry and rice for dinner.

Mum and dad haven't waited up, good. So they've had this day together and the evening by themselves, I'm not surprised they're in bed! I giggle to myself.

I creep past their door, do I hear their bed squeaking? It's probably my imagination.

In my room I have my own little TV and topbox. Well my dad has a good job and I'm an only child! I turn it on and check out the porn channels.

After about 3 minutes I switch over to the news. Nick's cock looked nicer than the lot of them!

Theres a padding down the hall and a soft tapping on my door.

"Tee?"

It's mum.

"Come in," I tell her unenthusiastically.

When she enters I'm in bed. She sits on the end with a serious look on her face.

"Tee, where did you go?" she asks.

"I went to see a friend," I tell her.

"Angela?"

"No... a guy," I admit.

I can't lie to my mum. She's always so honest to me about, everything.

"A boyfriend?"

I nod.

"Why haven't you told me about him? Y'know your father and I are not tyrants..."

"I know mum... it's just... well I guess I didn't know how it was going to go, see? Whether it was all in my head or..."

"I assume it's in his head as well now?"

I nod.

"Does he have a name?"

I knew that question was coming, I don't know how to put the answer.

"Of course!"

I know that's not going to hold mum off for long!

"Nick Apostolakis?" mum blurts out.

I'm floored, flummoxed and flattened, SHE KNOWS! I don't believe it, it's got to be a lucky wild guess! I stare at her open-mouthed.

"I KNEW it," mum says but she's not happy, I can tell. "I know men like Nick seem so much more... together, know their minds, treat you well, perhaps more... experienced, but Beatie... honey, are you SURE you know what you are getting into?"

"Mum, how did you find out?" I ask her.

"Hell! Tee, this last week, well, you wouldn't have to be a rocket scientist to know something was going on. The change in you was quite dramatic!"

"Oh!" I feel embarrassed.

Mum's sly-grinning face doesn't help!

"Nick's quite a charmer isn't he? I can see what you see in him! You know something?" mum continues, "if your dad wasn't around..."

"What mum?" I say, peevishly.

She drops her voice a little as if dad could here us through three walls!

"... I wouldn't mind a bit of a roll with him..."

"MUM!"

I'm shocked. Mums don't say things like that to their daughters!

"Well? I've got feelings like everyone else. Y'know you don't stop having... thoughts once you've married!"

"I know that mum, it's just... you're talking about my boyfriend and... I'm not used to discussing that sort of thing with you and..."

"Yes, about THAT sort of thing. Have you and Nick... y'know... done the DEED so to speak?" mum asks me.

"Not really," I hedge.

I feel all shy talking to mum about it. What does she want, a 'minute by minute?'

"We just sort of... fooled around a bit."

I can't help grinning. Mum has that 'all-knowing' look.

"Fooled around?" mum looks thoughtful, " look Tee, I don't want to be one of those interfering mothers but..."

"I know what you're going to say," I interrupt, "you're going to say he's too old for me and..."

"Well, look at it from Nick's point of view," mum chips in, "his wife leaves him, he's all alone and feeling low... within himself... and this 17 year old comes along and throws herself at him and..."

"I didn't throw... " I react angrily.

"So he what? Seduced you away from your schoolbooks or something, Look!" mum leans towards me, "he's 40, you're 17, ask yourself? Are you ready to deal with that emotionally? Be honest?"

"He's 42."

"Don't be cute! Think about it Beatie? I don't want to see you screwed up!"

"Nick wouldn't..."

"Of course he would Beatie! He's a man, a 42 year old man and don't tell me he wouldn't take advantage of you. I know men and I know Nick Apostolakis. Believe me, you have to trust me on this!"

The desperate warning tone in mum's voice disturbs me. My bravado begins to fade, I feel defensive, but what if mum's right? What if she knows something about Nick that I don't?

"What do you know about him mum?"

I think I ought to know everything SHE knows.

"I can't... "

Mum looks conflicted. I don't understand, unless...

"Mum, you and Nick never..."

I can't complete the sentence. The implications are just too overwhelming.

Mum shakes her head and stands up.

"It's late, you'd better get some sleep. Think about what I said, ok?"

It takes a long time for sleep to arrive. The enormity of what I'm thinking about keeps me awake long past 2am.

I sleep-in until 10 Sunday morning. After some brunch, I slip out and go for a walk. I need to digest what mum told me last night.

'Did she as good as tell me she had an affair with Nick? Have I jumped to the wrong conclusion? Perhaps mum was talking about something else she knew or heard around the neighbourhood.'

Ok, so no-one's perfect are they? My instincts tell me that Nick is open and honest and if he's made some mistakes, well... Such is the questing heart!

Mum's hung up on the 'age' thing I'm sure, I guess that's natural. Funny! I haven't really thought about age at all.

I guess if I was marrying him and we were going to have kids? Hmm, I don't really want to go there yet!

I find myself outside Nick's place, not hard when he lives next door. I walked around the block and approached his place from the other end of the street. I want to avoid facing my parents.

He doesn't pick up the children until 5pm so I know he's home alone, at least I hope so!

There's no answer at the door so I go around the back and find him planting some bulbs in the garden.

"Hi," I call out, uncertainly.

I'm not sure if I'm intruding.

He smiles and beckons me through the garden gate.

"Are your parents up?" he asks, looking towards our house.

"Probably, or they might be still in bed. I've been for a walk, why?"

"Because..."

He stands and kisses me on the mouth.

"... I don't want them to see that."

"Oh," I smile, "they know anyway!"

He looks shocked.

"They do? What? You told them? Why?"

"Mum guessed, Nick. It's hardly the world's best kept secret!"

"Oh no!" Nick says, letting me go and walking around, "what are we going to do?"

"So they know?" I shrug, "what do YOU want to do?"

"Well, shit... um, I don't know. What did they say? This kind of changes everything."

"Well mum wasn't happy. Are you wimping out on me Nick?"

"No... I. I'm sorry... um... this makes things kind of awkward, doesn't it?"

"Why, Nick? They'll come around, don't worry about my parents. In the end they'll be cool, I can handle that situation. But what about you Nick? How do YOU feel? Were you just having a bit of fun or..."

He still looks anxious, like a schoolboy who's just been caught writing on the toilet walls and has to face the Principal.

"Fun, no! I mean, of course it was fun..."

He dissolves into a grin. He looks all cute, again!

"Come inside," he says, shooting a glance at our house.

I follow him inside. I watch his tight shorts as he walks, his strong-looking thighs.

'He must work out, ' I think to myself.

When we get to the lounge I ask him.

"Gym, twice a week, got to be fit, why?"

"Nothing," I say grinning.

He grins back.

"I'm having a shower, want to join me?" he asks.

I come over all shy again, I think my face is flushed. Wordlessly, I follow him towards the bathroom.

He has an en-suite but it's quite tiny. Instead we go to the main bathroom that also contains a spa-bath.

He looks at me thoughtfully.

"Would you prefer a spa instead?"

"Um... sure," I reply, nervously.

(Well! I'm kind of out of my comfort zone here!)

It takes a little while to fill the bath and Nick heads off to get some fresh towels. When he returns, in addition to the towels over his arm, he carries a couple of Gin and Tonics, each complete with a slice of lemon.

"Isn't it a bit early?" I ask him smiling.

I'm trying to sound grown-up when it comes to alcohol. That was something my mother would have said.

"Just one, why not!"

(Why not indeed.)

I just hope mum doesn't smell it on me later!

Nick throws off his shirt and starts to undo his shorts.

"Are you getting undressed or are you getting in like that?" Nick asks, grinning.

I lift up my shirt and take it off. Even though Nick saw me topless last night I still feel self-conscious.

'I'm being silly, ' I tell myself and stoop to undo my bra-strap. My breasts swing free for Nick's appreciative gaze. I try not to catch his eye as I undo my pants and push them to the floor around my feet. Curiously, I instinctively adjust my panties so there's no hair poking out.

I step out of my pants and look up at Nick. He's already naked, bending down to test the water and adjust the tap. His penis and balls are dangling in front of him, seemingly lifeless.

"Is this too hot?" he asks me and I stoop to test the water myself.

"No, fine," I tell him.

Nick climbs in and gingerly settles himself in the water. I pluck up some courage and slide my panties down. I avoid Nick's eyes but I know he's looking me up and down. I've never been fully naked in front of a man before, except my father, of course, as a child.

I quickly climb in and crouch down into the water opposite Nick. I can cope with Nick seeing my boobs but somehow my pussy seems more private to me. I feel funny about revealing it to him.

The bath is a big one but even so it's only long enough to accomodate Nicks prone body, about 2 metres. I therefore tuck my knees up almost under my chin. God! I must seem like the original shy, blushing virgin!

Nick's feet are wedged between my bottom and the edge of the bath. Nick passes me a Gin and takes a sip from his glass.

I have a taste of the Gin, it's actually feels quite refreshing, sort of lemony. I guess Nick senses my discomfort.

"You have a lovely body," he tells me, smiling.

"My bottom's too big," I reply.

"Oh rubbish!" he chides, "it's curved, like a woman's supposed to be. Those skinny things might as well be boys."

I'm pleased by his comments. So much for Angela's hints that I need to lose a bit of weight!

Nick begins to caress me with his toe, he moves it around the swell of my bottom and top of my thigh. It tickles a bit and I squirm. Encouraged, he lifts his leg and pushes his foot between my legs. I know where he's heading!

In the end I give in and part my legs a little. His foot rests on my pussy. He plays with me down there with his toe. I hold his foot, stroking it a little, but mostly to have some control over what he's doing. We begin this little wrestling match between foot and hand. He's trying to push his toe into me and I'm trying to keep it away.