1. Teen Spirit


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

    only stuff worth listening to!” “Really?” Pam commented, raising an eyebrow. “So you don’t like house at all?” “Not that. Or rave. Or anything of that dance shit. Sorry, rubbish.” This admission from Pam should somehow have lessened his opinion of her. After all, if there was anything Chris and his mates hated with a vengeance, it was house music. He and Stu had once been to a night club and spent the whole evening sitting around a table sneering at the ravers as they jumped around like lunatics to all that pounding electronic shit. Hardcore house and techno crap! Why couldn’t they play decent metal at these clubs? Something with a bit of heavy axe-work where you could shake your hair and play air guitar. Fuck! If they’d put on some thrash, death or other kind of metal, it’d shit on all that percussive stuff where there was no, like, tune at all and almost as good as no vocals. But somehow Chris didn’t feel like expressing his negative feelings as strongly as he normally would. Chris noticed Pam’s strangely downcast face. “Well, I’m sure that some house is good,” he conceded. “It’s just that I’ve not heard any.” One morning, a few days later, when his mum and Pam were both out of the house, he sneaked into his mum’s room, something he rarely did, and noticed with some concern that the sofa bed showed no evidence at all of having been opened. However, he did notice that the sheets on his mum’s bed mattress were pushed carelessly to one side and that there were indentations ...
    of two bodies. Chris sniffed dismissively. His mum couldn’t even be bothered to get the other bed made. How could Pam stand to share the same bed as his mum? Nonetheless, there was something about these shared arrangements that troubled him, along with those late-night titters and the strangely noisy headboard, though he had no very good idea as to what it might mean. You just couldn’t hope to understand women. His concern grew, but in a quite different direction, when one night he encountered Pam naked in the bathroom. He’d drunk too many lagers with Stu that night in the pub, and this was his third visit to the loo at an early hour. He pushed open the bathroom door, worried rather more that he might puke (again!) than of the likelihood of meeting anyone, when there he was confronted, only a foot or so away, by Pam’s naked body. Pam would never have got a job posing for Penthouse, that was for sure. Or even for Razzle. Her body was too thick and her breasts too small on her broad chest, coloured by innumerable freckles, but she was still the first woman that Chris had seen in the nude. In real life, as it were. It was only a moment, accompanied by grunted apologies, but as Chris sat on the toilet seat, a stream of urine splattering against the bowl, he recalled every second of what he’d seen. And again and again, his mind returned to the memory of that thick bush of pubic hair, so different from a porn star’s shaved stripe. This wasn’t the only time that Chris saw Pam naked, ...
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