1. Teen Spirit


    Date: 8/18/2015, Categories: First Time, Author: BradleyStoke, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories

    than she did when she invited any of her colleagues home from work. And as Chris sipped on the wine, its sharp taste such a contrast to the frothy lager he normally drank at the pub with Stu and Pete at the weekends, he watched his mother’s eyes and Pam’s meet across the table with a strange intense warmth. All the while Lottie chatted about the time she and Sally and Rachel and Pauline had gone to see some crappy boy band she was keen on. Bloody hell! When would she grow up and listen to decent music? At least it wasn’t as excruciating as that time when his mum had brought back that accountant who worked in the City. On that occasion, Chris really hated the man, who reminded him so much of his dad and the way he’d go on about how Chris should cut his hair, study harder and get a girlfriend. He was actually rather pleased when his mum’s brief relationship disintegrated within a month to evenings of bitter tears and a silent unanswered phone. So much better than those horrible grunting and thumping noises he could hear coming from his mum’s bedroom late at night when he was trying to get some sleep. Chris eventually made his escape and pulled out the picture of Lucinda to finish his interrupted wank. All the while, he could hear Pam and his mum laughing and giggling long after Lottie had gone to bed. And, strangely, long after the two of them had also retired with Pam, he guessed, laying her head on the sofa bed cushions in his mum’s bedroom. It puzzled him that over the ...
    next few weeks, stretching into months, with his dreaded exams approaching, that Pam still stayed at their house. Didn’t she have anywhere else she could go? But he got used to sharing breakfast and dinner with her, and even found some of the things she said very amusing. Gradually, Chris became less monosyllabic in his replies to her questions and even found himself laughing, in an unselfconscious way that rather frightened him, to some of her more outrageous comments. And all the while, his mum watched the two of them together with an indulgent sympathetic smile. Lottie, in particular, got on well with Pam, sometimes talking rather too much about how wonderful she was when they were together and Pam elsewhere. “Oh crap, Lottie!” Chris exclaimed. “She’s not that great. And anyway she’ll have to leave soon when she finds a place of her own to stay.” Lottie seemed very downhearted at this. She went untypically quiet and picked at the little scab on her elbow. “Do you think so?” “Of course! It’s not like she’s Dad or anything, is it?” One evening, Pam knocked on Chris’ door and wandered into his room while the sounds of Nirvana’s Nevermore album pounded out its grinding, mechanical rhythm. “ Smells like Teen Spirit ?” she commented, reading the sleeve notes. “Yeah! It’s great, isn’t it?” “It’s got something, I have to admit. Better than most of your rock music stuff to my ears. But then I quite like house. Do you like house? Or do you just listen to heavy metal?” “Yeah! It’s the ...