realising, we couldn’t see or get enough of each other and so we began taking far greater risks, but I had the easier task, my only real worry was of Angela getting caught. The fact I couldn’t tell anyone except Georgina was quite exciting, I often used to laugh to myself when I heard the other boys talking about which girls they fancied. Most of the girls got a smutty mention here and there, but Georgina was never mentioned within earshot of me. They all knew she was special. Once I heard a couple of my best pals, another Billy and a Dave, talking about Angela’s big tits but I had to remain silent in order not to blow my cover, but inwardly I felt like giving them a good hard slap or a kick in the balls.
Meanwhile, Angela was having to tell white lies all of the time. Extra tuition, netball practice, popping round to Georgina’s house after school, she took chance after chance but somehow her parents never suspected anything. Her Dad, in particular, was far too wrapped up in his own self importance. It was hardly surprising that Angela’s sister had moved out as soon as the chance arose.
One of our biggest fears was that Angela’s Dad would question Georgina’s Dad Charlie, who was a regular in the pub. Charlie was a nurse at a large mental hospital across town and usually got semi drunk, supposedly to cope with the complications of his job. Charlie was a jolly sort of man, even without a drink inside him and I got on really well with him. He seemed to assume that Georgina and I were meant for each other but it was never to be. What might have been, who knows. Fortunately Charlie never got into deep conversations in the pub. His limitations were football and horse racing which was par for the course for the men in this part of town.
Angela and I met every Monday, Wednesday and Friday straight after school and went down to the railway hut, except the days when I had a football match. If there was a home match Angela would come along with Georgina but they only got to see the second half as the match began during last lesson because of the fading light during the winter months. Hence the damned homework, a chore I was finding increasingly difficult to fit in to my new and exciting lifestyle. I knuckled down though as my school work, however, could not suffer as it was a pre condition of my being allowed to play in both football teams. We also started going to Saturday morning flicks in the next town. We travelled on the same bus but didn’t sit together. We walked to the cinema separately and both paid 3d extra for the privilege of going upstairs in the circle, where very few kids went. Most of the kids who went to the flicks here came from our neighbouring town and although some of them knew me from football, none of them knew Angela so we assumed we were pretty safe. Our biggest dangers were adults who might accidentally drop us in it without realising. For that reason alone it was only in the cinema we had any contact and oh boy, what contact it was. We never watched a film right through. We were always kissing and cuddling until one Saturday morning, when I took my biggest risk, and put my hand up Angela’s jumper and inside her bra. She didn’t mind at all as I felt her tits for the first time. I felt so special and hoped I was the first. From that moment onwards I would get her top off whenever we went to the hut. I used to gaze at Angela in class and look at the outline of her chest through her cardigan and realised I was the one who had touched them. Most of the boys in my class would envy me if they knew but this was so special and private. Georgina had told me in the past that lots of her older brother’s friends really fancied Angela, so why she chose me, I didn’t have the faintest idea. Miss Page nabbed Angela one night as she was rushing out of school to meet me at the hut. By this time whoever was there first let themselves in and made themselves at home. On cold days it was better if the
Meanwhile, Angela was having to tell white lies all of the time. Extra tuition, netball practice, popping round to Georgina’s house after school, she took chance after chance but somehow her parents never suspected anything. Her Dad, in particular, was far too wrapped up in his own self importance. It was hardly surprising that Angela’s sister had moved out as soon as the chance arose.
One of our biggest fears was that Angela’s Dad would question Georgina’s Dad Charlie, who was a regular in the pub. Charlie was a nurse at a large mental hospital across town and usually got semi drunk, supposedly to cope with the complications of his job. Charlie was a jolly sort of man, even without a drink inside him and I got on really well with him. He seemed to assume that Georgina and I were meant for each other but it was never to be. What might have been, who knows. Fortunately Charlie never got into deep conversations in the pub. His limitations were football and horse racing which was par for the course for the men in this part of town.
Angela and I met every Monday, Wednesday and Friday straight after school and went down to the railway hut, except the days when I had a football match. If there was a home match Angela would come along with Georgina but they only got to see the second half as the match began during last lesson because of the fading light during the winter months. Hence the damned homework, a chore I was finding increasingly difficult to fit in to my new and exciting lifestyle. I knuckled down though as my school work, however, could not suffer as it was a pre condition of my being allowed to play in both football teams. We also started going to Saturday morning flicks in the next town. We travelled on the same bus but didn’t sit together. We walked to the cinema separately and both paid 3d extra for the privilege of going upstairs in the circle, where very few kids went. Most of the kids who went to the flicks here came from our neighbouring town and although some of them knew me from football, none of them knew Angela so we assumed we were pretty safe. Our biggest dangers were adults who might accidentally drop us in it without realising. For that reason alone it was only in the cinema we had any contact and oh boy, what contact it was. We never watched a film right through. We were always kissing and cuddling until one Saturday morning, when I took my biggest risk, and put my hand up Angela’s jumper and inside her bra. She didn’t mind at all as I felt her tits for the first time. I felt so special and hoped I was the first. From that moment onwards I would get her top off whenever we went to the hut. I used to gaze at Angela in class and look at the outline of her chest through her cardigan and realised I was the one who had touched them. Most of the boys in my class would envy me if they knew but this was so special and private. Georgina had told me in the past that lots of her older brother’s friends really fancied Angela, so why she chose me, I didn’t have the faintest idea. Miss Page nabbed Angela one night as she was rushing out of school to meet me at the hut. By this time whoever was there first let themselves in and made themselves at home. On cold days it was better if the
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