These stories are all about sex and love and romance (mostly sex!) with pre-teen or young teen boys. Some of the encounters are simple, some complex, some fantastical; all are, I hope, entertaining.
Tom really needed to go. He'd wandered away from the group partly in search of a place to pee but partly out of boredom. The other boys were engaged in a squabbly, showy-off game of football - showy-off because of the small group of girls sitting watching and giggling - and Tom just wasn't a footballer. He'd waved a vague farewell but no-one had really paid much attention.
"It's one euro for a Coke. No money, no Coke."
Hands on ample hips, Maria was glaring at a boy at the checkout, a lad of twelve or so who was rummaging frantically through a sports bag, his face flushing redder and redder as he did. Next in line, a great lump of a woman in orange Spandex was tutting audibly. The poor kid looked like he wanted the floor to open up and swallow him.
I picked Alex up at 10.00 sharp Saturday morning. He looked a little pale, and his "Hi" was a little quiet. His smile was tight, but it was a smile, and he looked me in the eye.
Keep it normal, keep it fun.
Alex was a bundle of suppressed excitement Thursday morning, although perhaps fortunately so was Lucia. She met me at the door, and thanked me profusely all over again, blushing prettily as she did so. I shrugged it off again, and offered to drive her through after I'd dropped Alex at football. She contrived to look both delighted and appalled at the same time, and we settled on me giving her a lift to the station. On the drive to Real Juniors, Alex accused me of fancying her.
All words (c) illg 2010-2016