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Preface
This story is the ninth instalment of the "Growing Pains" universe: Andy
has his answer from Abi, starts work at the Club and then loses his temper
with Donna's cousin. Grace is manipulative and Abi treats Andy to an
experience he will never forget.
"New Pleasures" is set from June to October 1998.
The "Growing Pains" universe is a set of stories that centres around the
life of Andy Williams and all those who got to know him as he grows up.
While everything may not be totally clear, it will be the time the Universe
is all released. For a fuller explanation please see my website under
"Site and Story Credits."
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gained from the unfolding characters and plot lines to read it them order.
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Chapter V
"What's wrong?" I asked and took a step towards her.
"I'm fine," she replied through her tears and looked at me shaking her
head. "Why me?"
"Because I really like you. And well you are, you're everything I want in a
girlfriend."
Abi scoffed at me, "I'm really not who you think I am. I am not everything
you want, trust me. I have a lot of baggage and I will end up hurting you,
and I don't want that."
My heart was beating furiously and I searched around her lounge for
inspiration. How could I express my feelings in a way that didn't sound
pathetic and over-emotional? I sighed and pointed her towards the mirror on
the wall. "Paula used to get me to do this and I can't explain this any
other way. Look into it, what do you see?" She shrugged and I went behind
her. "Who do you see?"
"I don't know, Andy. I see me," she muttered and I saw her eyes well up
again.
"You see your flaws. You see the things you hate about yourself. The things
you would rather no-one else saw or knew." Abi nodded meekly but didn't
say anything. "I look in the mirror and see this beautiful girl. Confident.
Smart. Understanding. Impossibly flirtatious and sexy. Incredible company
and just complete perfection."
"I'm not perfect, Andy. I'm anything but and if you think I am you will be
disappointed," she said tearfully.
"Sorry, I forgot modest."
Abi turned round, her eyes full of tears. "I'm being serious."
"So am I." I wiped her tears from her cheeks. "I know you're not and I
don't want you to be."
Abi gave me a hug and held me tightly for a few moments. "I have many dark
secrets in my life that you won't like so don't think of me like that. I
want to be friends with you but I can't be your girlfriend."
I felt my heart sink. "So you have issues, you have a dark past. It doesn't
matter. I like you just the way you are." I gulped and took a deep breath.
"I've not known anyone like you. I just enjoy being in your company and I
mean it when I say I really hope you stick around Aylesbury for more than a
few months.
She smiled and bit her lip.
"I like being around you too, but if you knew ..."
"If I knew what?"
Abi shook her head. "Coming here and meeting you, and Grace. Seeing Angela
again. It's done me the world of good. I didn't think it would but I can't
explain it. So I do want to stick around, but I have some things in my past
and I need to sort them out."
"That's fine, but that doesn't mean we can't go out, surely?"
Abi burst in tears and shook her head. "I'm sorry. I just can't be in a
relationship with anyone right now. I just can't."
I felt emptier than I had ever done in my whole life: what was wrong with
me? I was keen to get away from Abi in some respects but Abi was fairly
upset after I asked her out, so I stayed for longer than I probably should
have done. She was suddenly very tense and apprehensive around me whereas
before she was carefree and happy. She kissed me as I left and told me she
wished things could be different but she couldn't get involved in a
committed relationship right now. I almost resented her a little for it,
but always knew that she was out of my league. I hoped and aspired for
something I clearly could not have.
I phoned Sarah when I got home. She sounded happier than I was feeling and
said she wished she could be with me but I was glad her parents had
grounded her, as I simply couldn't face her bubbly demeanour. I loved her
for it, but I needed someone to talk to who knew me. I needed a Paula or a
Ray but Paula was in Bournemouth and Ray came with Donna.
I needed a friend; what I got was Rhea.
"Turned you down, has she?" she taunted when she returned for lunch.
"Hmmmm, yes. She said she didn't want a relationship" I found myself
saying. I had been brooding on the sofa for two hours and not even turned
the television on. Rhea's baiting nature disappeared immediately.
"Oh I'm sorry bro, did she really?"
I exhaled deeply. "Yeah, it's not to be."
"Do you want to talk about it?" she asked concerned.
"No, not really." I said getting up from the couch. "I just want to get
away from it."
"You know, Becky likes you. I'd set you up on a date. She's got big
knockers and everything."
I smiled at her. "You're OK Rhea. Thanks, but I want Abi."
"Or Sarah?"
"Yeah. Or Sarah" I found myself admitting, dreamily, but both of them were
well out of my league.
* * * * *
Mum sensed that something was wrong but didn't ask and Rhea didn't tell, at
least not while I was present. I spent most of the day idling around, and
doing nothing much. I sent my film off to Bonusprint for developing and put
a load of my clothes into the washing machine but I spent too long
worrying about Abi.
What was Abi's dark secret? I pondered too much about this. Was she running
from the Police? Unlikely. The mafia? Possibly, or was that me spending
too much time watching the Godfather? Was she secretly pregnant? Probably
not as to my mind she was too slim to be knocked up. Was she here as she
was in trouble with one of my cousins? But most of all, why was I so sure
that Abi was the person who could make me happy, and what would happen if
Sarah was single again? There was a definite spark between myself and my
classmate.
I knew none of the answers but it did not stop speculating about Abi. It
dawned on me that maybe, just maybe, I had fallen for my image of Abi, a
construction of what I thought she would be and should be. Perhaps, I was
enchanted by a mirage that did not exist; possessed by Ruritanian fantasy
that was no more real than the fairies at the end of the garden. Or was it
possible that it was her flaws that attracted me, as much as her strengths,
and that I wanted her not despite of her past but because of it? Perhaps I
was attracted to her because she was complicated and worldly and not
shallow and sheltered like so many of the girls I met in this affluent
corner of the country.
At dinner Julie spoke excitedly about her holiday to the beaches of the
Mediterranean and my silence was not noticed in between Rhea's wind ups and
Julie's enthusiasm. Julie had purchased another two bikinis and Rhea's
eyes lit up in excitement. I just hoped for Julie's sake that they were
going to be well hidden or else Julie would be displaying her worldly
charms to everyone! Mum disappeared to work at 7pm but promised to be back
early as she was taking Julie and Oliver to the airport early the following
morning.
I was in bed staring at the ceiling by 8pm; it was easier than talking. I
had never been rejected before and I felt disheartened and miserable; I
just wanted to be left alone as I had no idea what to do.
* * * * *
The flat was empty when I got up and showered. Rhea was in bed, and Julie
and Mum were en route to Heathrow. I got myself some breakfast and idled
down to the Club, but Mr Asuni was not in and the back door was firmly
locked. I sat on the bottom of the fire escape and opened my book to read.
Ikenna Asuni arrived a few minutes later in his black BMW and greeted me
with his usual deep voice.
"You're keen," he chuckled as he unlocked the back door and unset the
alarm.
Ikenna showed me briefly around the Club and it was a lot like I had
imagined. My mum had detailed what areas of the club I should be allowed
access to, and which bits I was not - namely the stage, upstairs VIP areas
and the changing rooms. The club had no sunlight (our flat was on top of
the club) but Ikenna flicked a switch behind the bar, and a few seconds
later the entire area was bathed in an artificial bright glow.
To begin with, I cleaned all the smaller round tables around the stage and
wiped down all the chairs removing crumbs onto the floor and removing spilt
drinks and chewing gum from the furniture. I repeated this on the dozen or
so booths that surrounded the tables that were stickier and dirtier.
Ikenna helped me move the small tables on around the stage to one side then
showed me how to use the industrial hoover and carpet cleaner. He was busy
sorting out the bars that were on a raised platform and after I vacuumed
and cleaned the carpet around the stage, I did the same by the bars and
then in the reception area.
Every few minutes I had to change the water in the carpet cleaner and
Ikenna laughed when I suggested that this had never been done before. The
water was black and full of dirt. As Ikenna explained, the carpet was
cleaned three times a week and other things such as lights,
skirting-boards, dado rails, walls and doors were cleaned weekly on
different days. I knew I would earn my money but I did not mind; I was just
grateful to be given the chance.
I was very careful to make sure I did a good job and not miss anything but
was also keen to ensure that I progressed at a decent speed. I did not want
to be seen as either sloppy or slow.
By 11am my mother arrived and greeted Ikenna but said nothing to me. She
watched me for awhile polish the tables and then moved into the Office with
Ikenna, who emerged twenty minutes later and showed me where the mop and
bucket was and told me to do the same to the bar areas.
The other cleaner, Mrs Pollitt arrived shortly afterwards but already knew
who I was and what I was doing. She seemed nice enough, chatting briefly
after introducing herself as Estelle. I helped carry the vacuum cleaner and
carpet cleaner up the stairs that lead around the stage to the upper floor
and the VIP rooms as I did not think it was right to let a middle-aged
women carry such equipment on her own when I was able to do so for her.
I saw Mum disappear for an hour; she said she was having lunch with Alicia
and I just nodded as she left, returning just as it reached 2pm and I had
finished. Ikenna and Mum checked what I had done looking meticulously at
the tables and then the carpet. Apart from a small spill underneath one of
the tills, an area of the bar I had intentionally avoided, they found no
fault and even joked that if I stayed they would need to get new tables as
I would "polish the varnish off."
Mum thanked me for my hard work and I left. I was glad of the four hours I
had spent in the club as it had taken my mind of Abi completely but I was
back to worrying about her again and I was not sure what would stop me.
It was Ray; he had come to the flat and left a message with Rhea that
Donna, her cousin and himself were planning to watch Deep Impact at 4.30pm
in the cinema's cheap viewing and that my presence was demanded at the pub
opposite from 3.30pm onwards after he had finished working at his mothers'
bakery.
The pub opposite, the White Lion, was a popular haunt for cinema goers but
by the time 3.30pm had come around my mood had deteriorated dramatically.
Rhea's ceasefire had well and truly ended and by 3pm I was shouting at her
across the lounge. Rhea rarely cried or got too upset, but by the time I
left she had barricaded herself in her room to avoid me and I felt more
angry and vicious than ever. I was sure I would pay for it later, but
didn't care: Rhea was not the only one who was allowed to get angry.
Ray saw me at the bar, without his companions and cheerfully greeted me. He
had known me for long enough to know when I was not in a happy mood, but
my lack of reciprocation towards his lively welcome did not seem to
register with him. He chatted cheerfully and enthusiastically about Donna,
a smile barely leaving his face as he spoke. I know now that it was selfish
and petty, but I almost resented his happiness given that the person I
wanted was so unavailable; I didn't want him to be so cheery.
The pub was not busy but the serving girl at the bar was not only slow but
also managed to ignore us three times and serve newer customers before us.
"Oi," I shouted aggressively to get her attention when were ignored for a
fourth time. "Are we bloody invisible or are you just blind?" She looked
around nervously and I continued. "Ten minutes we've been here waiting for
you!"
"Mate," Ray said calmly.
"Is there a problem here?" a tall middle-aged guy in a black shirt asked
behind us. He had been collecting the empty glasses and stacking them in
the corner of the bar without paying attention to anyone else before.
"Actually there is. We've been here for ten minutes and totally ignored
while she fannies about ..."
"Andy, calm down, it's fine," Ray interjected, putting a hand on my
shoulder that I instantly shook off.
"You better calm down or you won't be getting served as I'll be throwing
you out," the barman said menacingly in a deep, firm voice. He pointed to a
sign on the wall that read "Rules of the Inn". "We have rules in here for
how to behave and if you can't then you can leave."
I was about to respond when Ray sent me outside to sit on the one of the
outdoor tables and chairs while he got the drinks.
"What was all that about?" he asked as soon as he returned to the table
with two lemonades and a packet of peanuts. I did not explain to Ray about
Abi or Rhea's baiting, and he did not ask any further when I brushed off
his question. He started talking about Donna and I tuned out of the
conversation, nodding occasionally and staring out at the wildlife over the
canal.
By 4pm there was no sign of Donna, or her cousin and 4.20pm I was getting
more than a little frustrated. The cheaper priced tickets only existed for
the afternoon viewings, due to the decreased number of people visiting the
cinema, and if we weren't at the box office within five minutes we wouldn't
get in.
4.25pm came and went and so did 4.30pm. At ten to five, Donna appeared with
tall light haired girl who she introduced as her cousin Astrid, by which
time I could feel I was on a short fuse. I felt exasperated and wound up. I
could feel my shoulders being pressed towards the ground and a tenseness
in the back of my neck.
"Fathers side" Ray mouthed to me in explanation as the short half-caste
black haired girl stood next to the exact opposite of her cousin.
"Sorry we're late," Donna said as she sat down with a Coke. Astrid climbed
in next to me also with a drink and a packet of crisps.
"It's my fault," Astrid simpered her face full of Cheese and Onion crisps.
"I just couldn't decide what to wear. I was going to wear a little black
skirt but it just made my bum look massive and ..."
I could feel my frustration boiling over as I brushed off a crumb of crisp
that Astrid has spat over me. "You don't think it's got anything to do with
the crisps then?" I asked with a faux calmness and she stopped.
"What?" asked Donna.
"You thinking a particular garment makes you have a fat arse is at all
related to you having a fat arse because you stuff your face with crisps?"
Donna stared at me, open mouthed. "That's so rude."
"Oh, and turning up an hour and twenty minutes so we miss the film, isn't
rude then?"
"Andy, look, if you don't want to ..." Ray started but I ignored him and
looked at Donna.
"...and then turn up and blame it all on some ill-fitting garment made by
children in god knows what sort of sweat shop for a dollar a day or
something when the truth is because you stuff your face with crisps and..."
"ANDY!" Ray shouted, cutting off my rant.
"Sarah said you were so nice. She is so wrong," Donna screamed at me
hysterically and I shrugged.
"Well I like Sarah, she doesn't turn up late and behave like a spoilt bitch
..."
I didn't finish as Donna launched her Coke towards me and hit me squarely
in the face.
I stood up shaking my T-Shirt and she stared at me. "You know what, fuck
you. Fuck the film. Fuck...." I shouted, waving my arm at her and stepped
over the bench. Ray leapt up from his seat and I clenched my fists. I could
feel the anger inside my welling up, the frustration from Abi coursing
through my veins and anxious to have an outlet.
"I warned you," cried the barman taking strides towards me but I ignored
him.
"Go on," I told Ray, staring at his confused gaze. Donna tugged at his
shirt to sit back down and glared at me.
I felt an arm on my shoulder and turned to see the barman pulling me. "Get
out. That is not the language I want in my pub. You're barred." I shook my
shoulder and he pushed me towards the gate in the corner of the beer
garden.
"And fuck you too" I shouted at him, my eyes glaring at them and left,
kicking the pub specials board into the flowerbed as I went.
* * * * *
Rhea and Mum both looked suspiciously at me when I came in, Coke in my
hair, T-Shirt and arms. It had dried on the way home, was very sticky and
uncomfortable and I just wanted a shower. They said nothing, but I knew I
would be quizzed later.
I felt bad for the way I had reacted to everything. I had been completely
unreasonable and knew it. Part of me knew I was doing so at the time, but
also part of me didn't care. Donna and Astrid had been unfair also, but
what had Ray done? Or Rhea?
To her credit, Mum didn't ask any questions over tea and Rhea was still
bruised from our shouting match earlier in the day, to even try and talk to
me, so we ate in near silence, which suited me.
Sarah rang not long after Mum had gone to work and asked to speak to me.
Rhea hesitated before passing the phone to me and then left me alone
unprompted, although I suspect she was just at the top of the stairs
listening in.
Donna had phoned Sarah immediately she returned home and relayed my antics
from the pub, with Ray's account of the previous altercation, and she
immediately asked if I was OK and what had happened but I was not in a
talkative mood and she sensed that. I told her I was fine, had been
unreasonable (as had Donna) and regretted what I said. It was nice hearing
Sarah's voice again, she sounded so reassuring and calm, and I wished she
was with me but knew that it was better she wasn't and made my excuses
after a short time; I just needed to be alone.
* * * * *
I opened up the club with Mum at 9.30am the following morning. As well as
vacuuming the carpets, wiping down the chairs and tables and cleaning the
bar, I also had to wipe down the intricate dado rail that ran the length of
the club. This had accumulated a large amount of dirt and grime over the
previous seven days and the cleaning cloth I was using was filthy by the
time I had finished.
Mum was happy that I had cleaned the areas I was responsible for to an
adequate standard and thanked me. "Andy," she called as I jumped down the
steps into the main area to leave. "Are you planning to see Abi today?" I
froze and then shook my head. What did she know about Abi and I? Why was
she asking? "Abi was very upset last night and she wants to speak to you."
"She knows where I am, or has she suddenly forgotten?" I responded quickly
and coldly. I didn't mean it, but felt if Abi wanted to talk to me then she
should do it to me rather than through my mother. That was the behaviour
of a twelve year old.
"She needs to speak to you when you are ready. She has gone through a tough
time recently and we are all very worried about her. Please go talk to
her." I groaned. "For me?" she implored. "Abi needs us. She needs you. It's
tough for her."
I huffed at her. "OK. I will see her."
Mum smiled. "It's just you liked her enough to ask her out. It seems a bit
silly that you don't want to see her now she's a bit upset. All she wants
to do is be friendly."
"OK," I blurted. "I get it."
"'Cause you've looked after her so well," she continued. "And I think it
would a be nice gesture to go and see her, she'll be at home this
afternoon."
"Right," I snapped and grabbed my wallet and keys from the side. Mum
grinned and I couldn't help feeling that I had been manipulated.
* * * * *
As much as it pained me to admit Mum was completely right. I very much did
like Abi and I was being a "sore loser" in the dating game. She made me
laugh and feel good about myself; she was certainly sexy and flirtatious.
Why was I being cold to a lovely and sexy female stripper who just wanted
to spend time with me?
I had rehearsed me asking Abi out in my mind and I had just expected her to
say yes and flock into my arms if I had the courage to do it. My brain
might have told me that I was a hundred to one shot, but my heart told that
I was destined to go out with her. I thought she had been flirty so she
would get my attention and that she wanted to date me.
I, of course, was wrong, but if I wasn't going to get a date out of it,
would a friendship with Abi be such an awful consolation prize?
I barely had to knock when Angela answered the door.
"Oh, hi Andy" she called. She smiled when she saw me and had her jacket and
shoes on.
"I didn't realise you didn't have heating," I joked nodding towards her
clothing and she smirked.
"I presume you're here to see Abi?" she asked and I nodded. "Well tell her
I'm going to see my nephew and then gone to the shops, and ... umm ... be
easy on her."
"I have been," I muttered defensively.
Angela gave me a wry look. "She's not had a good couple of days, keeps
getting very weepy and I am a bit scared about her. We all are. Just treat
her gently." I felt a little chastised but knocked gently on Abi's door and
heard a "come in" in response.
I tentatively opened the door to see Abi sat up in bed, topless and reading
a book. Her hair cascaded over the side of her face and covered her ample
and beautiful breasts perfectly.
"Andy," she shrieked and bounded out of bed to hug me. I was tongue-tied as
she threw her arms around me, her naked body pressed against mine. "I'm so
glad you came."
"Mum made me." She looked up at me, her eyes welling up. "But I wanted to.
I didn't know if you wanted to see me."
Abi squeezed me tightly. "Of course I do, I just wanted to give you some
space, after ... what happened." There was silence for a moment as I hugged
her tightly. "I didn't want to upset you. I s'pose I should have handled it
a bit better."
I pursed my lips. "I'm ... I'm fine." She looked up and we parted from our
embrace. "Abi, I don't think you're wearing any knickers."
She laughed and shrugged. "I don't care."
I felt my dick begin to stiffen but thanks to pants and shorts I don't
think Abi noticed.
"I'm having a duvet day," she rationalised and I nodded.
Abi climbed back into her bed and I sat on top of her duvet. It was too
warm to be in bed and clothed and I did not think it to be appropriate to
try and jump into bed naked with her.
"Are you sure you're OK?" she asked breaking the silence.
"Yeah. A little disappointed, but I understand. I really do like you, you
know that and if I can be friends with you. Spend some time with you. Well
that's not all bad, is it?" I told her, looking at my hands and not her
exposed bosom.
Abi listened and shrugged. "I do want a friendship with you and I wish it
could be different but I have just come out of a really, really bad
relationship and I can't be in another one just now. I mean, I do like you
and I knew you liked the look of me. I saw it in your eyes the moment you
walked into your flat."
I smirked nervously. "Tell me about it. The first time in front of anyone
I've been lost for words. I can't explain it"
"No. And I teased you. I know I shouldn't have but I've always liked
teasing and flirting but I just didn't feel comfortable doing it again
until we went to town. I've not felt so relaxed for months but I didn't
expect you to ask to date me. I suppose I was the girl you mentioned in the
car outside Sarah's."
"Yes, you are. Although I didn't think I'd have the courage to ask."
"I didn't think you'd be stupid enough to want me."
"Abi, stop being so hard on yourself. You really are a ... nice girl."
Abi gave a hollow smile and shook her head. "I'm not. You only want me
because I am a stripper!"
I scowled. "No. I want you because I think we would make a good couple and
I just love spending time with you. And because you a wonderful."
Abi blushed and shook her head. "I'm not," she said with a derisive grunt.
"Why not? Why do you think you're not?" I asked her, a little assertively,
and she pointed towards the big bruise on top of my shin. "So you lost your
temper. I got barred from a pub yesterday because I was in a foul mood."
She looked at me with raised eyebrows and I added. "You don't want to know,
but Ray and Donna aren't speaking to me anymore and I did kick the pub
specials board into the flower bed. Things got to me."
Abi took a deep breath and looked away from me. "I didn't want to tell you
this. At all. But Grace thinks it might be a good idea to tell you. She
thinks you might understand, but I don't want to but ..."
"Tell me what?"
Abi took a deep breath and bit her lip, wiping her eyes. "Something," she
gulped and sighed. "Promise me you won't think any worse of me."
I promised, my heart thumping in my chest; she paused for a moment and her
hands started shaking. I tried to hold them but she took them off me and
stared down at them.
"You know I was born in Scotland and I had a good life there. I started
working for a solicitor called Margaret Partridge when I failed to get into
drama school and things were going well for me. Then one month, she died
and my boyfriend cheated on me and left. I met Angela at Margaret's
funeral. She was dating Margaret's son at the time and she invited me down
to Birmingham after we had spent a fortnight together."
I looked at her and she shrugged. "It was a complicated estate and Eddie -
Margaret's son - had his hands full. In Birmingham, Angela introduced me to
lap-dancing clubs as easy way to make money and I enjoyed it. It's fun and
well, reasonably safe. She liked it as she could work it 'round her
degree."
"There's nothing to be ashamed about that," I started but she put her hand
on mine.
"Please ... let me finish. Well I met this guy, Gavin. He was nice enough at
first but things got a bit nasty after I moved in. I knew he was cheating
on me, but I felt trapped. Angela moved back to Watford after Eddie found
out about her lap-dancing last Summer and I started doing shifts at a
massage parlour for a bit of extra cash."
"A massage parlour. Where you do massages?"
Abi spluttered. "Where I get fucked for money." Abi burst into tears and I
scooted up to put my arm around her.
"That's well ... a bit unusual ... but not totally ..."
She buried her face in her hands and started sobbing, my arm still around
her body. What was I supposed to do? I felt just as helpless with Abi as I
had done with Sarah. I waited until she had finished and asked her. "What's
wrong? It's fine?"
"You don't get it! I was a prostitute. A whore. That's why my family don't
talk to me anymore, they found out."
I blinked; was I missing something? Half of the girls at the club had had
sex for money at least once (Mum told me once when she was a little bit
tipsy) and the cheap hotel nearby had a special couple of rooms for the
girls who took "punters" home after a session at the club. If I had been
asked, had Abi ever prostituted herself, I would have replied that it was
very possible.
It obviously meant a lot to Abi. She didn't want to have told me, and while
it would have been more of a problem to me if we were dating and she was
"on the game," the fact that it was in her past, was just that: it was in
her past. "It doesn't matter," I eventually said. "Loads of girls have done
it, haven't they?"
"It does matter. Gavin forced me and took all the money I earned. Every
blow job earned him more whisky. Every fuck more casino time. And when I
wasn't fucking for cash I was being his skivvy or getting beaten. Not
enough money and he'd start with the punches."
I looked into her eyes. "Abi ... I'm so ... I didn't know," I stammered and
picked up her hand.
"I know."
"But, why didn't you leave?"
"I did but it took me months to build up the courage but something happened
and I had to. That's why I am here in Aylesbury," she answered.
I looked at her as was a touch evasive and then took a deep breath. "This
doesn't change how I feel about you. You still make me happy. You still
make me laugh. You're still awesome."
"I'm still a prostitute. A stripper. I'm still hated my family and all
around me, and I still hurt people trying to help."
I gulped. "If that's what you are worried about then I don't care and don't
mind. I still want to date you if you want a relationship with me."
Abi shook her head. "I'm a long way from being able to have a relationship
with anyone." She wiped her eyes. "Sorry Andy. Really I am. You're a great
guy but I'm not for you."
"So what happens now?" I asked and she shrugged.
"I don't know. I didn't expect you'd to want to see me again after I told
you."
"For God's sake, Abi!" I exclaimed at her. "I don't know why you think I'd
think so poorly of you?"
Tears started streaming down her face again. "It's not easy understanding
people after being beaten for several months for being useless and lazy."
she cried. "I don't understand you at all."
"OK," I said with raised eyebrows and took my shirt off.
"Andy, what are you doing?"
"May I?" I asked and held out the duvet.
"May you what?"
I felt a twang of uncertainty in her voice and uttered, "join you. Cuddle
up to you in bed."
"Cuddle up to me?"
"Yes, I like you Abi. Why is that so difficult to understand?" She flinched
as I spoke. "I might have been annoyed and frustrated but I still like
you. Now, may I?"
She nodded and spoke. "Of course," she said and I slid underneath the
duvet.
"You know, men in my bed never normally stay clothed for long. You're
taking a risk!"
"I'd have expected nothing less," I told her smiling and she put her hands
on the back of my waistband.
"You sure?" she asked through her misty eyes and I nodded.
"I told you. Your past ... well it's just makes you, you."
She slid them down, freeing my aroused cock and brushing against it. I
kicked my clothes onto the floor and took off my socks.
I had only had a naked cuddle with Paula but with Abi it felt so much
better. She pressed her warm body against me and I smiled. I couldn't
resist rubbing my hands over her soft skin although every time I went near
her breasts I felt a small shock of warmth hit the base of my testicles.
Abi turned and closed her eyes, giving me a deep kiss on the lips. I opened
my lips and we embraced properly, our mouths intertwined and tongues
massaging each others.
It wasn't my first deep kiss - and it didn't go on long enough to be a
"snog" - but it just felt wonderful, almost heavenly. With Paula it was
always a little bit forced - we did it because we thought we should rather
than because we really wanted to. With Abi, it just felt right.
My dick became rock solid instantly and Abi felt it. We broke and she
stared deeply into my eyes. Grabbing hold of my cock she began to glide her
hands over it.
"Nice," she squealed as she gripped my erect cock. I had never really known
whether my manhood was "big" or not, I did not know enough to know and was
not vain enough to want to compare with my peers in the school showers.
Judging by the books I had read and the odd porn-film I had seen, it was
not huge, but seeing Abi's reaction made me wonder if the erotic literature
and pornography I had been exposed to was really that accurate, or whether
Abi was faking a satisfied reaction to boost my ego.
"Are you sure?" I whispered and she sssshed me.
"Yeah, it's nice," she whispered. "Just enjoy it." She looked at me out of
the corner of her eyes and grinned. "It's the best bit about having a whore
for a friend," she said with smile. "They love to make you smile." She
disappeared under the covers, pulling my thighs apart, before I could say
much.
"You don't have ..." I started but my chivalrous resolve crumbled when I
felt her warm breath over my cock. I sighed and then sensed amazing tingles
all the way from my cock to the base of my testicles as her lips touched
the top of my penis. I couldn't resist and had to lift the duvet up to
watch. I have never had a girl put her mouth anywhere near my genitals
before and I wanted to watch her as she my body feel things it had never
experienced before.
I saw two blue eyes peer back at me as her mouth enveloped over my erect
member. I sighed out in pleasure and then groaned as her warm, silky tongue
glided over the sensitive head. I felt nothing like I had ever felt
before, a feeling of such energy and excitement shooting through my loins.
I pushed my body against the mattress and spread my legs further apart.
Abi's eyes met mine as she released my cock and stroked it a couple of
times with her hand, spreading the slick wetness from her mouth all over my
erect member. I groaned as her thumb glided over the top of the glans,
with so much pressure building deep inside my crotch. I had never felt this
before and I sunk back in the bed.
"Oh Abi," I groaned and she smiled before returning her lips to the crown
of my cock and impaling her mouth down my shaft. I cried out, louder than
before, scarcely able to comprehend the unbelievable sensations Abi was
creating in my loins.
She bobbed up and down my shaft, her hair falling forward as she moved to
brush the inside of my thighs. I barely noticed that my waist and hips
bucked in time with Abi's rhythm and revelled in her experienced suckling
of my genitals.
I could feel the pressure building inside me, and clenched my buttocks. My
legs started to shake as Abi swirled her tongue around my sensitive head. I
groaned and sunk into the bed even further. I recognised the feeling from
when I used to play with myself and grunted. "Abi," I cried. "I'm gonna--"
Abi increased her rate of swirling with her tongue, and began to pump my
shaft with her hand. I felt a pressure behind my testicles I could not
control.
"Abi!" I shouted as I felt my body release. Electric shocks flew up my body
and a wave of indescribable energy cascaded to my extremities. Abi was
relentless, sucking at my cock as it spurted several waves of my semen into
her. Into someone else, for the very first time.
She waited until my body could offer no more, and circled the base of my
cock with her fingers and glided it upwards. She looked at me, her face
beaming and swallowed my deposit.
She snuggled back to me and went to kiss me again as I bathed in the warmth
of my first ever blow job. I felt apprehensive kissing her after she had
swallowed my semen but she pulled me closer. "If you want me to give you a
blow job then at least kiss me afterwards," she gently admonished me.
"Sorry" I muttered and then kissed her passionately, tasting a subtle tang
on her lips. Our tongues intertwined for a few moments and we broke. "Thank
you," I said peering into her eyes. "That was, incredible."
She smiled and kissed me on the forehead. "You're welcome," she murmured
and I felt her hands move across my stomach. "Anything for my friends."
I tugged Abi closer to me and she put her head on my arm. "I've never felt
anything like that before."
Abi smirked. "I've never met a man yet who doesn't like a blow job or
several."
"And what about you?" I asked feeling guilty. I had been lost in my own
pleasure I hadn't even considered Abi's.
"I enjoy making you happy," she said. "But I will never say no to 69." I
thought through the term for a moment. I had heard it before, but couldn't
immediately place the practice and Abi laughed. "Sorry. I ... er ... forgot.
It's where both partners give each other head at the same time. You see the
six and the nine". Abi waved her hands in the air but I visualised the
position easy enough and my cock went solid instantly.
"Well, if you never say no," I started but Abi shook her head. "Please let
me reciprocate ..." I asked and she looked into my eyes. I didn't want to
take without returning something to her and the thought of kissing her
genitals was a nice one.
"Do you know how to?" she asked and I shrugged my shoulders.
"Teach me?" I asked pleadingly. "Come on, you'd be the best person to show
me," I told her and I saw a mischievously glint in her eye. "Please."
"I've never taught anyone before" she admitted and threw back the covers,
spreading her legs slightly. I noticed her pubic hair for the first time
and how Abi had trimmed but not shaved her mons to leave a nicely manicured
V-shape. How short the brown hairs were and how they ended perfectly at
the top of her slit. I ran my hands through her carpet and admired her. I
had never taken the time to notice.
"You are going to have to get a lot closer than that," she joked as she
looked at the awe etched upon my face. I blew her a kiss and slid down the
bed so that my ankles were on the floor. Abi jiggled down slightly so her
head was no longer on the pillow but her genitals were presented to me
wonderfully.
She brought her feet up, and her slit teased open slightly.
"You can touch me you know, I won't break. I'm not made of glass," she
teased and I tentatively held my finger out along the side of her hairless
labia. I could see a dampness inside and eagerly touched it. "I was a whore
you know, I am used to be touched." I groaned at her, but she peered down.
"You said you knew where the clitoris was...." she murmured and I glided
my finger through her damp patch and towards her clitoral hood. She moved
my finger up slightly to a little ridge and I peered at it. She cried out
and gripped the bed as I circled it with my index finger, putting pressure
on it.
"Oh God!" she screamed and then told me to slow down. "That gets very
sensitive. That's the one bit of me that IS made of glass". She panted for
a few moments as ran my fingers up and down her crack slowly as I had one
read in a book that caused her to mew repeatedly. "Right, do that with your
tongue."
I felt an adrenaline rush as I nervously extended my tongue and it touched
Abi's slick opening. I ran it up to the top of her labia, and around her
clitoral hood, and back down to her perineum.
She muttered and purred as I tasted her sweet juices. They were slightly
musky, ever so pleasant and unlike anything that I had ever had in my
mouth.
She quickened the pace of her breathing and looked down at me.
"Two things....gently slide two fingers into me" she said and I took the
index and middle finger and probed them at her opening. Her body eagerly
accepted them into the warm cavity and I inserted them deep inside her.
"Now curve them towards my belly button and stroke my insides gently"
I rotated my fingers inside her and she groaned as I did, but then cried
out as I stroked the inside of her vaginal wall.
"Ahh ... ahhh ... now ... flick ... my clit ... with your ... tongue," she blurted out
between pants. I slid my tongue up her crack and began flicking her
engorged clitoris with the tip of my tongue.
She groaned and hissed as my fingers darted away at her insides and my
tongue caressed her little button. She ran her hands through my hair and
then clenched the edge of bed tightly with her hands.
Her grunting got higher pitched, her breathing ragged and her hips bucked
against my fingers. She closed her eyes, and tensed her thighs. She
shrieked and shrilled. She called out my name in excitement and I quickened
the pace of my fingers rubbing along the inside of her pussy.
She squealed and cried in ecstasy, her high-pitched shriek echoing off the
walls. Her thighs clamped between my ears and I sucked on her clit.
I felt her muscles tense around my fingers and squeeze them. They quivered
as Abi's cries reached fever pitch. She yelled out as her climax hit her,
her legs shaking and pulsating as her euphoric sensations crashed over her
body.
She mewed gently as I sawed my fingers out her opening and gently licked
her slit. She was content. Happy and content, and that is all I ever wanted
for her. She beckoned me up the bed and I wiped my chin that was dripping
with her juices.
I looked into her eyes and we our tongues met. We kissed and she pulled the
covers back over us.
"I ... can ... see you have potential," she smirked and I laughed.
"It was good. I enjoyed it," I admitted. "I think I will like 69 too" and
Abi giggled.
"It's a long, long time since I've come like that," she admitted and then
stared at the wall. "But it's a long time since anyone has tried to." A
tear formed in her eye, and I wiped it, but only managed to spread her
juices over her face.
She looked up at me. "You can tell me you know" I told her and she shook
her head.
"We better get up," she muttered after a few moments. "I got work to go to
and I need a shower."
"OK" I replied, a little disappointed, wanting to hold her for a bit
longer. I kissed her again and slipped out of bed, getting dressed.
"Andy," she started. "I do mean it though. I can't have a relationship with
you."
"I know," I said. "I am happy with friends, honestly."
"Friends with an additional benefit or two?" she asked seductively.
I smiled. "If the gorgeous Abigail Isobel Kennedy wishes to engage in
nefarious sexual practices with me, I might feel powerless to resist of
course."
Abi smiled but continued. "You do understand?"
I nodded. "Yeah. I thought I needed to be in a relationship with you. What
I think I need is to be in your company." Abi looked relieved and wiped her
cheek.
"So you will still ask Sarah out then?"
"Sarah has a boyfriend" I replied. "She spent the night in my bed the other
day and we did nothing other than cuddle goodnight."
"I know she spent the night in your bed. Your Mum moaned about it, but you
like her."
"Maybe, but she has a boyfriend so it doesn't matter."
"I bet you anything you want she'll be single by September"
"You're on," I said with more conviction than I felt. "How much?"
"Money. I don't bet with money. A wager?"
Abi's eyes glistened playfully and I smirked at her. "What did you have in
mind?"
"Well if I win, you can do all the cleaning and housework here for the
week. The week before you go back to school I think. That's cooking,
cleaning, washing, tidying. And you will be naked."
I grinned. "OK, you won't win. What do I get?"
"I'll be your slave for the day. You can do whatever you want from the
moment you arrive to the moment you go home."
"Done" I muttered and then looked at the wall. "I do have one question
though?"
"What, why you?"
I nodded. Abi looked at her hands and shrugged. "You know that my
relationships with men, particularly recent ones, haven't been good. I
either fucked or stripped or danced for their grunting enjoyment or was in
a ... shit ... relationship that I had to run half way 'round the country
to get away from. And then you turned up, bundle of hormones - I
subconsciously expected you to see my body and just lust after it like
every other eighteen year old guy I've met. But you didn't."
"I'm sixteen" I told her and she nodded.
"I know that now, and that makes it worse. Or better. I thought you were
eighteen until you had the row with your mum."
"And I though you liked dancing and stripping? Or at least didn't mind it."
"Oh I do. I love the thrill and the power and there are worst jobs. I mean,
it is an aphrodisiac certainly and I sometimes get quite worked up doing
it. I know I am just a sex object to the punters and I don't mind, but I
don't like it, when I am being treated the same way at home. And that's it,
totally. You were interested in being with me, but you were more
interested in enjoying time in my company with me than ogling me. And it's
made me feel good about myself again. I felt confident for the first time
in months. If not years. But I never knew why you liked me if you didn't
want to just get inside my knickers."
I coughed. "So why today?"
Abi shrugged. "Women have needs and urges too. I don't want to be celibate,
it has to be someone I like and enjoy spending time with. And you were
insistent earlier on being my friend, despite my chequered history. I was
so worried I had really upset you."
I digested this for a moment and smiled. "I like being your friend, Abi" I
muttered jokingly and she ruffled my short hair.
I smirked as she got of bed, displaying her nakedness freely. I eyed her
womanly body, trimmed pubic hair, fantastic bosom and she snapped me out of
it.
"Single track mind Andy."
"Well don't be so sexy then and I'll stop thinking about it". Not that
either of those two things was going to happen any time soon.
* * * * *
"So you and Abi sorted now?" Mum asked as she dished up lasagne.
"Yeah, fine" I replied non-committally. "We're friends."
"... and you are both happy?"
I nodded. "Yeah. Very. It's what I wanted, and it's what she wanted."
She peered up at me and I nodded. "We chatted. She told me about her past,
well some of it. I told her I didn't mind and that it didn't change how I
felt about her, and then we agreed to be friends."
"Well as long as you are both happy."
"Yeah. I think we are. It's good"
Mum tensed up for a moment and asked, "And her past doesn't bother you?"
I shrugged my shoulder. "Why should it? We all have skeletons in our
closet" I responded airily. "I very much like Abi, and her past is all part
of her. And I like her. All of her, if that makes sense."
Mum looked over at me as she put the empty lasagne dish in the sink to
soak. "Yes I do," she said with a smirk. "But I told her you wouldn't care
but she was terrified you wouldn't like her any more, think of her as
dirty. You have made quite an impression on her," she said in a quiet
voice. "She doesn't know anyone else in Aylesbury so she will need you."
Rhea could sense that I was in a better mood and began her teasing again
but for once, she didn't irritate me at all and I even gave as good as I
got. I think Mum was happy to leave for work that night, what with all the
needling and goading, however good-natured that it was, that was going on
between Rhea and I. This nearly culminated in Rhea being thrown through the
kitchen window when she hid the remote control to the television and
refused to give it back.
At 8pm I disappeared upstairs to use the phone in Mum's bedroom to phone
Sarah. Although I didn't go into details, that would be too indiscreet - at
least for a telephone conversation - she did realise that Abi and I now
had a friendship that had a physical element to it. Sarah was happy for me
but her being grounded had done little to improve her general mood although
she was happy to tell me she had not fallen out with her parents again.
That said, they had banned her from going to London for the foreseeable
future and her boyfriend had, apparently, lost his temper when she told
him. I wondered if my bet with Abi was really that safe?
"So was it Abi or Sarah you were screwing this afternoon?" Rhea asked when
I returned downstairs.
"What?"
"Well you were either speaking to Sarah about Abi or Abi about Sarah. Given
Abi is probably working, I reckon you went to Abi's, got your end away and
then phoned Sarah."
I stared at her, shocked. "Rhea! It's very rude to listen in on other
people's phone conversations. And you have a very active imagination."
Although, skills of detection would probably have described it better.
* * * * *
Mr Asuni was ready to let me in at 10am and I vacuumed the carpets, wiped
the tables down, polished them, cleaned the bar, cleaned the doors and then
hoovered and dusted the office. It was 2pm by the time I had finished,
even though I had spent most of it daydreaming about Abi, and Mum looked
around her, far cleaner nightclub.
"You've done better than I expected this week," she admitted and we slipped
off to the empty Greasy Spoon around the corner for bacon rolls. "I
thought you'd want to give it up after a couple of days."
I scoffed at her and she grinned. "My treat," Mum said as I got out my
wallet.
"I'm earning now," I told her but she wouldn't accept any sort of payment.
"Abi seemed happier last night," Mum said as we sat down. I froze and
looked away. "Whatever you said ... or did ... well she was smiling all night.
Never seen someone make so much money."
I went red and looked at my hands. "Well ..."
Mum laughed and took a gulp of her hot tea. "I never thought a child of
mine would be embarrassed about sex!"
I looked around and then stared back at her. "I'm not embarrassed. There is
a time and place, mother. This isn't it."
She grinned. "Yes, alright. But I do notice when a teenage boy sulks for a
day, spends the afternoon with a pretty girl and then is all smiles again.
Not to mention what happens to the pretty girl."
Was I really that transparent? "Can we change the subject?"
She shook her head. "No, I am being serious now. Be careful with Abi, for
both of your sakes. I do worry about you."
"Yes Mum, I know" I said exasperatedly. "We are not going out, we are just
friends. And we didn't have sex."
She gave me a knowingly look. "I never said you were going out or that you
had sex."
I sneered and she tapped the table.
"I was sixteen once, you know. I know things about Abi which you don't, and
shouldn't. All I am saying is that don't get too attached to her. She is a
great girl, very strong and feisty and I know you like her. I can see it
in your eyes, but you are my son and I worry about you." Mum paused and
then continued in a lower, more sombre voice. "And Abi."
"But you told me too."
"I told you to patch up your differences and be friends. You both need each
other. You are still pining of Paula and she is lonely. And you both like
each other. But just don't get too attached. And don't get careless. I
don't want baby Andy's just yet."
I groaned. "We've not had sex Mum. Now can we drop this? I am not going out
with Abi."
"I'm just saying, be careful with Abi."
I sighed. "So if I was being with Sarah, would that be any better?" I
asked, somewhat flippantly and she shook her head.
"She's nice enough but she'll get you into trouble"
"Trouble?" I spluttered. "Sarah's a Grade-A student. She's anything but
trouble."
Mum took a sip of her drink and tilted her head onto her hands. "No? Can
you imagine Paula running away ten miles from home in the pouring rain to
hide from her parents and then turn up on the doorstep of someone she has
only known for a few days?"
"No. Probably not." I admitted. "But she is good company and I do like her"
"I'm sure you do. She's a nice girl, but she is also immature and
self-centred."
"Is there any girl I can see that doesn't come with a warning?" I replied
and Mum shook her head.
"Of course not. That's the job of a mother, although your affections do
appear to be easily bought."
"My affections?" I asked her, perplexed.
"Well, Abi and Sarah, bit of flirting and you go all puppy-eyed," she
teased. "All Sarah had to do was flutter her eyelashes at you that night
and you let her do whatever she wanted, treated her like a right little
princess."
"I did not," I replied instantly but Mum was having her fun.
"Oh you did. Your affections are cheaply bought. You forget where I work
and I see the flirting all the time to entice the punters. Abi barely
needed to try and Sarah didn't."
I was saved from having to respond to that comment by lunch arriving.
That afternoon was a team meeting. Mum called them every Friday afternoon
at 3.30pm and they lasted for no more than an hour, but normally less than
fifteen minutes. All employees were expected to attend, and they got paid
for it. They also got their weeks wages and those pay-packets unclaimed
went into the safe for collection when the employee was next in work.
I sat on one of the tables that Mum had dragged together. By 3.30pm, Abi
and Angela were there with at least fifteen other dancers. I knew Troy, a
large muscular white guy who worked as a bouncer but had not met Dwight, an
even larger black gentleman. A couple of the bar staff and Ikenna together
with myself, Mum and Estelle completed the staff.
I deliberately sat between Ikenna and Abi - the two members of staff that I
knew and neither of them minded. Abi chatted to a couple of the girls -
mostly about lingerie - and I didn't join in but did listen with half an
ear. The chatter was almost scandalous and was not tempered because of my
presence. Not that I expected or wanted it to be.
Mum opened the meeting, by passing around some photos taken from the Police
of troublemakers who had been barred from other establishments in the
local area and who the bouncers and the dancers were to look out for. My
heart leapt, half-expecting the White Lion to have sent my details around
but as neither Abi nor my Mum mentioned anything and I could not see my
mugshot from the photos I suppose I got worried needlessly.
Ikenna chatted about the offers the club had on that week. It all seemed
frightfully expensive to me, but then paying for overpriced drinks kept me
in wages so I could not object. They introduced Abi as Isobel and myself
and we were greeted by everyone saying "Hi" and then Mum passed round
envelopes containing wages for work rendered to Thursday.
Mum said she was drawing up the rotas for August and September and wanted
requests for working days in a fortnight's time and also reminded everyone
that she was still frantically looking for more dancers.
That closed the meeting and we all scampered to our respective banks to pay
in pay-packets although a few of the girls went to a local caf‚ for a
drink and a bite to eat before starting work.
I smiled. Twenty pounds a day was seriously good wages for just four hours
work, especially for a sixteen year old. However would I spend it all? Or
more to the point, on and with whom?
Note from the author
The "Growing Pains" universe is a set of stories that centres around the
life of Andy Williams and all those who got to know him as he grows up.
While everything may not be totally clear, it will be the time the Universe
is all released. For a fuller explanation please see my website under
"Site and Story Credits."
I shall try and keep to a regular posting schedule and will upload to
StoriesOnline.net, Feedbooks, asstr.org and my website. Completed stories
will also be uploaded to Amazon Kindle, Smashwords and FirstyFish, where
their internal policies permit.
The next two stories to be released are:
New Pleasures Chapter VI
Andy has a night of passion before a passionate picnic with young Sarah
while Rhea gets herself grounded.
Excerpt: "Stop winding your little sister up," Abi said and squeezed my
thigh under the table.
"Just giving her a taste of her own medicine."
"And did you give Abi a taste of your medicine?" Rhea spat back, her
scowling replaced with anger.
"Rhea!" shouted Mum and Rhea looked.
"I heard them last night when I went to get some water. She was sucking him
off all night." Abi and I shot each other a reproachful look that Mum saw.
"It was disgusting!"
To be released on, or before: 1st July 2012
New Pleasures Chapter VII
Rhea helps Abi to overcome a shock while Andy's young lover takes his
virginity from him. Sarah's dinner party is less than successful and Rhea
has to take direct action against parental discipline.
Excerpt: We returned to the flat to find a naked Rhea home from school and
spread out on the couch.
"Jesus Christ!" Ray blasphemed behind me.
"Yes this is Rhea's hunger strike, in protest of Mum confiscating her new
obscene underwear set," I told Ray. "I thought she would have given in by
now, but ..."
"Oh brother, so little faith in his little sister. But I see you have
brought me prey."
"Yes, very good Rhea," I muttered but she got up from the couch and sidled
over to the embarrassed teenager beside me. I grabbed her arm to leave Ray
alone but she pushed me away and ran her hands down his flanks.
"Hello sexy. Long time no see. You've abandoned me for all these months,"
she said alluringly, her puppy-dog eyes staring up at him. He backed away,
but Rhea followed him, and I had to suppress a giggle as the look on his
face, a toxic mixture of alarm and fear. Rhea put her arms around him and
pulled him onto her as he reached the edge of the room and was penned up
against the wall. "Kiss me, big boy. You make me weak at the knees. She put
her hands on the inside of his waistband and he yelped, his hands trying
to displace Rhea's. "I've not stopped thinking about you, all those times
you'd want to see me naked. I love you Ray."
"Rhea, he has a girlfriend now," I told her but she cackled alarmingly
"I know. Leave her Ray, come to me. I want you, over the dining table. Come
make my dreams come true, Ray. Love me big boy,"
To be released on, or before: 8th July 2012