The worst thing was the not knowing. For
the last hour or so Phil had watched his mother closely, looking for signs that
she knew. But if she did, she was not giving anything away; she was a better
actor than he’d ever realised. Maybe she didn’t know, maybe news hadn’t reached
her yet. Or maybe she was waiting for his dad to come home so they could have
one of those cringe worthy little chats that they liked to do now and again
when Phil had transgressed in some normal way for a teenager. Phil heard his
dad’s key turn in the lock just as Pointless was coming to an end. This was it,
this was the moment of truth.
Phil and Fiona had spent the best part of
the day in the local beauty spot known as Cosmeston Lakes. With the kids back
in school it was virtually deserted, just one or two dog walkers and two first
year university students reunited in the Easter holidays after a long term
apart. They’d gone for a walk before driving to the remotest edge of the car
park and taking advantage of the quiet to get down to some heavy petting. Fiona
was naked from the waist up, Phil naked from the waist down, not the best
position to be in when your mother’s best friend recognises the car and comes
over.
Phil wasn’t sure who was more embarrassed.
Fiona’s blush went all the way down her chest; her pert little breasts were
doing their best robin impression. Phil couldn’t see if Mrs Matthews’s breasts
were also blushing but she certainly was embarrassed. She apologised profusely
explaining that she thought it was Julie out walking Maxipes, their cocker
spaniel. Phil was desperately trying to cover himself up and failing. He couldn’t
help notice Mrs Matthews staring at his lap for rather longer than she should
have done. Eventually Mrs Matthews bumbled away taking the mood with her. Phil
had dropped Fiona home and had headed home himself ready to face the music. But
so far the music hadn’t been played.
“So what did you do today,” Phil’s dad
asked as he shovelled a forkful of peas into his mouth.
“Oh nothing, just chilled with Fi,” Phil
could feel his face getting hot.
“Liz said she saw you at Cosmeston,” his
mum said matter of factly.
“Yeah, we went for a walk,” Phil could hear
the strain in his voice and feel his armpits getting sweaty. He took a mouthful
of potato and tried to think how to change the subject, but couldn’t.”
“Must be quiet there now the kids are back
to school,” his dad said.
“Yeah, we hardly saw a soul.” This was
torture. Why didn’t they just come out and say it. Maybe it was best to make a
confession.
“Okay, look, I’m sorry, we just got a bit
carried away. But we weren’t doing anything wrong, not really. We didn’t know
Mrs Matthews would be there.”
Phil put down his fork expecting the
talking to to start but his mum and dad just sat with mouths open. Gravy
bubbled on the stove and a pea fell off his dad’s fork.
“What were you doing?” his mum asked eventually.
“Mrs Matthews didn’t tell you?” Phil was
beginning to realise that he’d confessed to something he hadn’t needed to.
“No she just said you and Fiona were
looking well. And mentioned what a strapping young man you’d grown into.”
Phil went pale. He silently set about his
dinner again desperately trying to ignore the looks of his parents who were
still both staring at him.
“Come on then out with it,” his father
said. Phil took a deep breath, he’d got this far, he may as well tell them the
rest.
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