It Takes All Sorts
Part One
She was unlike any girl Kyle had ever seen. She was tall, taller than him, anyway, and wore a black leather biker jacket, Doc Martens boots, slicked-down hair and an attitude. Kyle kept sneaking glances at her as the day went on, and wanted to speak to her, but he couldn’t pluck up the courage. As he packed his bag at the end of class, she turned to him.
“What’s your problem?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve been staring at me all day.”
“No, I haven’t.”
“Yes, you have, so cut it out. What’s your name, pretty boy?” She reached out and flicked his shoulder-length hair with her fingers. Kyle felt the heat rise to his cheeks. Pretty boy? He glanced round to see if anyone had heard her, but everyone else had left.
“Don’t call me that.” He said. “My name’s Kyle.”
“Kyle. That’s a pretty name for a pretty boy. Why is your hair so long?”
“I like it that way, and please don’t call me that.” He pleaded with her.
“Tell me why you were staring, then.”
“Um, you’re different from the other girls.”
She snorted. “So?”
He felt like a rabbit caught in headlights. “I like the way you look.” The words rushed out of him before he could stop them.
“What? Are you taking the piss?”
“No, no. I’m telling the truth.” He struggled for the right words. “You’re… I don’t know. I mean, I’ve never seen anyone like you. You’re different, that’s what I like.”
She looked at him for a few seconds before saying, “Guess we’re both different. You can call me Jack.”
Kyle looked at her in surprise. “Um, is your name really Jack?”
“No, it’s Jacqui, with a q-u-i, but I prefer to be called Jack.”
Kyle watched with admiration as Jack walked out of the classroom, the boys standing back as she swaggered through them, but as he followed her a few minutes later, they moved towards him and the usual abuse started. Suddenly, Jack reappeared, flung her arm around Kyle’s shoulders and turned them both to face the boys, who looked at each other and, without a word, backed away. Kyle’s heart beat faster as she kept her arm around him as they walked out.
“We’ve got to stand up to those pricks. Even a pretty boy like you needs to front up or those dickheads will eat you.” Kyle coloured and Jack laughed. “See you tomorrow, Kylie.” By the time he realised what she had called him, she had disappeared.
Kyle normally dreaded going to school to face the taunts from a group of the boys. It usually stopped with name-calling, but sometimes someone would do something more like grab his bag and empty it onto the floor. He tolerated it because he thought it would only get worse if he tried to fight back.
He had always been small and slender, like his mother. He didn’t know his father. His mother told him he walked out the day she told him she was pregnant with Kyle. He didn’t miss a father, as he and his mother were so close. One of his mother’s sisters, who lived close by, had twin daughters, a couple of years older than him, and the two families spent a lot of time together. The girls happily let Kyle join in their games, and he loved the time he spent with them. The girls treated him much as they would a little sister. He loved the attention they gave him and he would spend most of his spare time with them. Perhaps inevitably, with no male role model in his life, and so much time spent in the company of his two pretty cousins, that the softer side of Kyle would prevail.
The following day, Kyle was walking into school preparing for the usual abuse when he stopped dead and his heart rate went sky high. He watched as Jack sauntered through a crowd of students who moved aside to let her through, like Moses parting the Red Sea. She saw Kyle and walked over to him, smiled and said. “Morning, babe. S’up?”
Something in Kyle’s chest fluttered as he looked at her smile. “Oh, I’m good now.”
“Cool,” she said, “let’s meet for lunch, OK?”
Kyle could only nod, his knees feeling a bit wobbly as he watched her walk away. Life at school improved with Jack around. The bullying stopped, and even Jason Upton, Kyle’s torturer in chief, and the toughest boy at the school stayed away from him. Kyle didn’t feel lonely for the first time in what seemed forever, and he looked forward to going to school, eagerly waiting for Jack to appear. She would put her arm around his shoulders, or thrillingly, around his waist. She didn’t seem to care about the names they were called, and someone scrawled a heart with Jack and Kyle’s names on his locker. If they meant it to hurt Kyle, it didn’t work. He thought it was lovely. He didn’t know why Jack liked him, but it made him feel so happy he didn’t care.
Then, one day, as they were eating lunch together, Jack said, “Do you like science fiction movies?”
Kyle had to swallow the sandwich he was eating before replying, “Why?” He hated science fiction, but some inner sense warned him not to say so.
“The new Dune movie opens tomorrow. Do you want to go see it?”
Kyle looked sideways at her. “Huh, you mean with you?”
“Is there someone else you’d rather go with? Like needle dick over there?” She nodded over to where Jason Upton stood slouched against a wall, glowering at them. Kyle giggled and shook his head. Jack laughed. “Yes, of course, I meant with me. You up for it?”
“Yes, I would love to go with you.”
Kyle felt a ripple of excitement as he thought about what she had said. Was she asking him on a date? But before he could ask, she went on, “Wear something nice, something pretty. I’ll see you outside the cinema at seven, OK? I’ll get the tickets.” She glanced at her watch. “Shit, I’ve got double physics. See you tomorrow, Kylie.” His heart almost stopped every time she called him that. Half out of fear that someone would overhear, and half because it gave him a thrill to hear her say it.
He barely slept that night, scared and excited about what the next day would bring. The following morning, all he could think about was what to wear. Something pretty, she had said. What on earth did that even mean? He went through his wardrobe and there was nothing he could find that could remotely be called pretty. He panicked, then had a lightbulb moment. His mother was at work all day, so he snuck into her bedroom and opened her wardrobe. She had so many clothes, and he took after his mother in size, so surely there must be something in there he could wear.
He flicked quickly through the rack of dresses and tops until he found a few he thought looked pretty and pulled them out. Laying his choices out on the bed, he put most to one side because they were too girly, which left only one, a white blouse that could pass as a man’s shirt until you spotted the small ruffles down the front, the wide sleeves and the tiny embroidered pink roses. He pulled off his t-shirt and put on the blouse, his fingers fumbling with the buttons as he found they were on the other side to what he was used to.
He took a deep breath, then turned to look in the mirror. For a moment, he froze as he thought it was his mother looking back at him. People had told him since he was small that he looked like his mother. Now he saw it for himself. He broke into a smile because he thought the blouse made him look, well, yes, pretty. Twisting from side to side, he admired the way it looked, enjoying the feeling of his hair flicking the collar of the shirt as he moved. He quivered inside as he watched himself in the mirror. Yes, he thought, this was what he would wear to meet Jack, and as he thought about her, he felt his face flush.
He carefully put back the tops he had discarded and was about to leave his mother’s room when his eye fell upon a lipstick on the dressing table, and he stopped dead. What if he? No, he shook his head. He couldn’t, shouldn’t. But an idea, once let loose into the wild, is sometimes impossible to wrestle back into its cage. After all, Jack had said to wear something pretty. He sat down on the stool in front of the dressing table and looked at the array of makeup on the table. He opened a couple of lipsticks that turned out to be a bright red and a deep pink until he found one that looked more natural. Pillow Talk by Charlotte Tilbury, it said. He twisted the tube and thought the colour wasn’t too bright, so he rubbed it across the back of his hand as he had seen them do to his mother in shops. He shivered as the lipstick slid across his skin.
He looked at himself in the mirror and pouted his lips. He held the back of his hand up to the mirror to see the colour of the lipstick, and it didn’t look all that different from the colour of his lips. Should he? Dare he? He brought the lipstick close to his lips with trembling fingers and hesitated for a heartbeat before sliding it across his lips as he had watched his mother do a thousand times. He closed his eyes and sighed as the lipstick caressed his lips. The feeling as it slipped across his lips was divine. It felt so naughty, yet so exciting. Opening his eyes, it surprised him to see how it made his lips glisten and glow, as well as make them look bigger. He giggled to himself as he thought about what Jack would say. She had told him to wear something pretty, so why not?
He topped it all off with his skinny jeans and white trainers. Taking a long look at himself in the mirror, he thought he looked good, and anyway, the blouse could pass for a boy’s shirt unless you looked close.
Kyle fussed with his hair one more time. He had washed and conditioned it using his mother’s conditioner, which he thought smelled so much nicer than the ones she bought for him. She gave up complaining about it eventually and let him use hers. He carefully dried it using his mother’s hairdryer, and then brushed it until it shone. Kyle loved his hair and had refused all entreaties to get it cut until it was down to his shoulders. His mother was a hairdresser and cut it for him. She had been born in Sweden and his hair, like hers, was naturally blonde and straight, falling onto his shoulders. He thought there wasn’t a single girl in school with better hair than his. His mother sometimes tried out a new style on his hair and he loved those sessions with her. It made him feel funny to see his hair done in a feminine style, but his mother put her foot down and would not let him keep it that way. Kyle often kept it in a ponytail for convenience, although he loved to wear it down and feel it fold around his face.
He kept glancing at the clock, counting down the minutes until it was finally time for him to leave for the cinema, so he pulled his coat on over the blouse, and ran out of the house, shouting over his shoulder, “Bye, mum. See you later. I’m off to the cinema.”
He was waiting anxiously outside the cinema at seven, wondering if she had set him up and wouldn’t show, leaving him standing there like a fool. Then he saw her pushing through the crowd, her biker jacket worn over a tight white singlet and black jeans, a black baseball cap on backwards, and his heart did a little rhumba in his chest. Jack smiled as she caught sight of Kyle.
“Hi, Kylie.” She said. “Mmm, nice hair.” Kyle blushed and Jack grabbed his hand. “Come on, let’s go in.” She led the way, and after buying a big bucket of popcorn and cokes for them both, which she insisted on paying for, they found their seats in the back row. Kyle shrugged off his coat and turned to say something to find Jack staring at him.
“Babe, that’s a pretty blouse. Is it really yours?”
Kyle shook his head. “No, it’s my mum’s. I borrowed it.”
“It makes you look sweet. I love it.” She paused, peered at Kyle, before asking, “Are you wearing lipstick?”
Kyle blushed and nodded, lowering his eyes.
“Suits you.” She said, then winked. “You should wear it more often.”
They settled in their seats and Jack whispered, “I have a present for you.”
Kyle’s eyes opened wide, and he stared at Jack. “A present? For me?”
Jack grinned. “Is there anyone else here?”
Kyle giggled, then said, “What is it?”
“Close your eyes, Kylie.”
Every time Jack called him that name, a thrill ran through him, but he closed his eyes and felt Jack pick up his hand. Kyle trembled at the touch of her fingers as she fiddled with something on his wrist. “You can open your eyes now.”
Kyle hesitated, wondering what on earth it would be, then snapped open his eyes. Lifting his arm, he was astonished to see a silver bracelet dangling around his wrist.
“Oh, my.” Kyle turned to look at Jack.
“Don’t you like it?” Jack asked nervously.
“No, I love it. It’s beautiful. But why give it to me?”
“An aunt gave it to me when I became a teenager. I wore it for a while, but it’s not kinda me, if you know what I mean. I thought it would suit you a lot more.”
Kyle felt his eyes tear up. “Jack, thank you so much. I love it. Can I keep it, really?”
“Of course, it’s a present.”
His heart did that little rhumba in his chest again, and he leant over and gave Jack a peck on the cheek. “Thank you.”
Jack grinned with pleasure. “You’re welcome, Kylie.”
Kyle felt the bracelet brush against his wrist as he moved his arm, giving him goosebumps. What did this mean? Was it more than a simple gift? Did it mean Jack had feelings for him? What did he feel about Jack? All these questions spun through Kyle’s mind as he admired the sparkling, delicate bracelet on his wrist.
Jack had placed the bucket of popcorn between them, and as Kyle put his hand in, his fingers brushed against Jack’s hand.
“Oh, sorry,” he said, and pulled his hand away, but he couldn’t ignore the tingle he felt from the touch
The lights in the cinema darkened as the movie trailers began. Kyle settled back in his seat, then sensed Jack moving next to him as she draped her arm across his shoulders. Oh, that feels good, he thought. He leant a little towards her and Jack responded by pulling Kyle closer. He let his head rest on her shoulder, snuggling into the embrace of her arm. It felt to Kyle the most natural thing in the world to be held like this. He wiggled in his seat and felt Jack’s head against his hair. A sigh escaped his lips and Jack said, “Shhh.”
Kyle reached into the bucket of popcorn once more, just as Jack did the same. This time, he didn’t draw away from the touch, and their fingers mingled for a moment, and Kyle let out another, louder, sigh. Jack giggled and drew Kyle even closer, and he felt her stroke his arm with her hand. The movie had begun and Kyle tried to follow what was going on, but didn’t dare ask Jack what it was all about. He wasn’t interested in the film, but he had never felt so happy as now, snuggled into Kyle, feeling her fingers against his skin.
He reached up to touch Jack’s hand on his shoulder, and she gently laced her fingers with his. Kyle thought his heart was pounding loud enough for Jack to hear over the film, but she seemed oblivious, content to leave her fingers entwined with his. He had given up on following the film and wondered where this was all leading. Jack didn’t seem to care what others thought of her, but Kyle was still coming to grips with what was happening to him. He couldn’t explain why, but he liked Jack, and she seemed to like him. After all, she had invited him to come to the cinema and had given him a present. Did this mean they were going out? Kyle frowned in confusion. Would that make her his boyfriend or girlfriend? He giggled inside as he wondered if that would make him her girlfriend. Kyle smiled as he thought he couldn’t care less. He was simply happy to be here with Jack next to him, holding him tight.
He turned, meaning to ask Jack something about the film, and as he opened his mouth, she leant forward and kissed him. He was so surprised he froze, unsure how to react. Jack whispered, “Is it all right if I kiss you?”
Kyle gulped, then nodded, and leant forward to kiss her back. She giggled and then they were kissing each other. Kyle closed his eyes and his pulse raced as Jack pushed her tongue through his lips. He had dreamt about a moment like this, but never thought it would happen quite like this. Kyle forgot all about the film as the kiss went on and on, and his heart was beating so much he thought people could hear it over the cinema. Hormones were racing around inside him and the ensuing arousal made him shift in his seat to make himself comfortable. Jack put her hand on his knee and slid it further up until she brushed the bulge in his jeans. Kyle made a sound in his throat as Jack stroked him, but just then the film finished and the house lights came up. They sat there for a few minutes, holding hands and grinning at each other.
Jack stood up first and helped Kyle into his coat. Kyle turned and couldn’t resist giving Jack one more kiss. As he did, he heard someone mutter, “Queer freaks.”
He turned to find Jason and his girlfriend a few feet away, glaring at them. Kyle felt Jack stiffen, and he put his hand on Jack’s arm. “Ignore them, Jack, please.”
“It’s OK. I can handle little boys like Jason.”
Jason flushed scarlet and made a step toward Jack, but his girlfriend pulled him back. “Just you wait, you freak,” he snarled.
“Any time, any place, you creep.” Jack spat back.
Kyle pulled her away. “Come on. Forget it, please, Jack. Let’s go for a burger.”
He dragged her away, and realising Jack was still fuming about the encounter, put his arm through hers as they walked, and she seemed to calm down. It made him feel good to be alongside her, their hips bumping as they walked arm in arm to the burger bar. They chatted about the film as they ate, although Kyle couldn’t remember that much about the film. Jack did most of the talking, telling Kyle how great the CGI effects were and about how there would have to be a sequel. Kyle spent most of the time admiring the bracelet on his wrist and staring into Jack’s eyes. At one point, he felt Jack’s hand slip onto his knee, and Kyle wriggled in his seat, encouraging Jack to go further.
Eventually, they finished eating and chatting, and Kyle said he needed to head home. They left the burger bar hand in hand and walked around the corner to where Kyle would catch the bus home. Just before the bus stop, Jack pulled Kyle into a shop entrance and pushed him against the door. Kyle giggled as Jack put his arms around him and kissed him. Kyle responded by putting his arms around her neck and leant into her embrace. Jack’s leg pushed forward between Kyle’s, allowing her to slide her hand down to stroke the bulge that was growing once more. Kyle moaned and kissed Jack even harder, driving his tongue between her lips until she sucked on it.
A noise behind them made them stop. As Kyle turned, he saw Jason and one of his mates standing at the entrance to the shop.
“You freaks. You’re going to get what you deserve.” He took a step forward, and Jack pushed Kyle behind him.
“Jason, you’ve been gagging for this moment. Is it me or Kyle you fancy most?” Jack moved closer to Jason until they were face to face. Even in the dim light of the shop entrance, Kyle could see Jason’s face was beetroot red, and a vein bulged on his forehead. He bunched his fists and Kyle knew he was about to hit Jack, but before Jason could move, Jack took a step forward and headbutted him. He fell to the ground, holding his nose as blood spurted through his fingers.
The other boy took a couple of steps backwards in surprise but then moved towards Jack, and Kyle saw a knife flash in his hand. Reacting with a speed and strength he didn’t know he had, Kyle took a step forward and kicked the boy in the groin. He screamed, dropped the knife, and grabbed himself before dropping to the ground. Kyle gave him another kick for good measure before Jack grabbed his hand and pulled him away. “We need to get out of here.”
They ran, hand in hand, as fast as they could, until they had to stop, out of breath. Kyle sat down on a wall, his chest heaving, sucking in air. Jack sat down beside him, breathing heavily, her head almost on her knees. They sat in silence for a few minutes, and then Jack started to laugh. Kyle joined in, but he wasn’t sure why.
“What’s funny?” He managed to ask.
Jack looked sideways at him. “You. Kicking that guy in the nuts. That was outstanding, babe. I said you had to stand up to them. But that was next generation. Come here, Kylie.”
She grabbed Kyle and hugged him, and then they were kissing again. Kyle eventually pushed Jack away. “God, what’s going to happen tomorrow? What’s Jason going to do?”
Jack wrapped her arms around Kyle. “I don’t think there’s anything to worry about. They won’t come anywhere near us now.”
Kyle wasn’t so sure, but they agreed to walk into school together the next day. Kyle arrived home and sneaked into his room without seeing his mother. He stripped off the blouse and pushed it under his bed, meaning to do something with it the following day. He pulled on a t-shirt and headed downstairs to find his mother watching a film.
She looked up and smiled at him. “Hi, Kyle. I didn’t hear you come in. Good film?”
“It was OK, I guess. Science fiction.”
“I thought you hated sci-fi.”
“Mmm, everyone said it was good, so I thought I would give it a try.”
“OK. Who did you go with?”
“Jack? I haven’t heard you mention Jack.”
“No, Jack’s new.”
“Well, I’m glad you’ve found a friend.”
“Mum!”
“OK. OK. I won’t pry.” She was glad to hear Kyle had a friend. She knew he had some issues at school, and worried so much about him. Kyle was watching the TV, so he didn’t catch the long look she gave him, and the puzzled frown on her face.
The next day, Kyle met Jack around the corner from the school and they walked together through the gates. Kyle was relieved that Jason was nowhere to be seen. As they approached, it seemed every student stopped talking and swivelled to look at them. You could have heard a pin drop as they walked towards the group by the school door. As they got close to the door, one girl stepped forward to block their path and Kyle felt Jack tense, ready for whatever was to happen. Suddenly, the girl broke into a smile and clapped. Someone else followed, then someone else, and it became a ripple, then a roar of applause until everyone was clapping and cheering.
Kyle looked around, bewildered by what was happening. Jack grabbed Kyle’s hand and squeezed it tight. “What’s going on?” he whispered to her.
Still clapping, the girl moved towards them. “Becky over there saw everything that happened last night. It was about time someone put Jason in his place.”
Jack turned to Kyle and grinned. “Told you we had to stand up to those pricks.”
It Takes All Sorts
Nikkie Silk
Part Two
Kyle’s phone buzzed with a message from Jack. Ever since the fight with Jason, they hadn’t been able to spend much time together. Jason had appeared at school a couple of days later with two black eyes and a pale shadow of his former self. Word had quickly spread around the school about what Jack and Kyle had done, and Jason was no longer feared. Things had improved for Kyle. Students who had previously shunned him were now eager to be friends. Jack had gained a group of followers too, both boys and girls. Kyle had missed Jack and was delighted to hear from her.
Hi kylie u got free study tmrw?
Yeah Y?
Me 2 fancy coming over to my place to study with me?
Kyle almost dropped his phone in surprise. He still wasn’t sure what their relationship was. Since the night at the cinema, they had not been able to spend much time together. They were in the last year at school and had had plenty of study days. He thought it would be an opportunity for him to sort things out with Jack.
Kylie u there? Yes or no?
Yeah luv 2
Good surprise me
What do u mean?
Work it out babe mwah
What did she mean? Surprise her? What with? The idea of spending time alone with Jack was exciting, but how could he possibly surprise her? Last time she asked him to wear something pretty. What was it about this girl that sent him into turmoil like this? He couldn’t stop thinking about her, for sure. The kisses they had shared were burned into his mind.
His mother disturbed his train of thought by shouting up the stairs. “Kyle, dinner’s on the table in five. It’s going in the bin if you’re not down by then.”
He knew it was a hollow threat, but he was hungry, so he went downstairs to find his mother putting meatballs, potatoes, and cream sauce on plates. You can take the Swede out of Sweden, but you can’t take Sweden out of the Swede. His mother had come to the UK as an au pair and stayed on. She met his father and Kyle was the result. They ate at the table, and usually, they chatted away about their days. However, Kyle’s mind was somewhere else tonight.
“What’s up, Kyle? Something wrong?”
“Sorry, mum. No, it’s fine. I have a big test coming and I’m worried about it. In fact, I’m heading over to Jack’s place tomorrow to study together.”
He missed the look that flashed across his mother’s face before she asked. “Oh. OK. Where does Jack live?”
“Huh? What?”
“Are you sure you’re OK? I asked, where does Jack live?”
“The other side of the train station. I’ll need to take my bike.”
“I can give you a lift if you like?”
“No. Sorry, no thanks, I mean. I won’t head over first thing. I’ll be OK.” He didn’t want her getting too nosy about Jack.
“All right, if you’re sure. By the way, I think your hair needs a trim. It’s getting a bit too long and the ends are splitting. I’ll do it in the salon after work on Saturday.”
Kyle worked a few hours in his mother’s salon at the weekend, just tidying up and keeping things clean, but it gave him some spending money. They watched some TV together for a while before his mother said she needed an early night and kissed him goodnight. She paused at the door. “You know I love you, no matter what.”
“Sure, mum. Love you too.” That was weird, he thought. He watched some more TV, but his mind was on what Jack had said. Surprise her. He was still thinking about how when he fell asleep.
He woke to a glorious sunny morning, and the forecast was for a baking hot day. After he heard his mum leave for work, he jumped in the shower and stood under lukewarm water as the heat was already building outside. As he washed and conditioned his hair, he thought it would be nice to have it styled a little differently. Kyle had seen a picture of Kate Hudson in one of his mother’s hairdressing magazines with a pixie cut, which he loved. He wondered if his mother would ever agree to let him have it done. Wrapping himself in a towel and his hair in a turban, he wandered over to his mother’s room to dry his hair. He stopped in the doorway and took a deep breath. He loved the aroma in his mother’s room; a combination of her perfumes, lotions, and powder that made him feel a little dizzy every time he ventured in there.
Sitting at her dressing table to dry his hair, he could see his mother’s wardrobe in the mirror, and he wondered if there was something in there he could borrow to surprise Jack. Kyle jumped as his phone buzzed with another message from Jack.
U left yet?
In 5 Y?
bring swim things. we have pool
OK c u soon
He hesitated, then added a heart to the end of the message, and instantly Jack replied with a pair of red lips.
It made Kyle think of the lipstick he had worn to meet Jack, and what a thrill it had given them both. Jack had said he should wear it more often, and sweeping his gaze over the dressing table, his eyes lit upon the red lipstick he had tried the night he went to the cinema. He nervously unscrewed it and tried it on the back of his hand. It looked so bright and sexy on his hand, that he couldn’t resist trying it on his lips. He decided he would never get over the giddy feeling he got as the lipstick touched his lips. The first lipstick he had worn could barely be noticed, but not so with this one. Kyle wondered if he dare wear it, but as he looked in the mirror, he fell in love with the way his lips blazed scarlet.
Once more, he flicked through his mother’s clothes. He couldn’t possibly wear a dress, but he found a pair of loose white shorts he thought he could get away with. Dropping the towel, he stepped into the shorts and pulled them up to his waist. They tied at the waist with a belt and fell to the middle of his thigh. Looking in the mirror, he realised they were not boy shorts. He liked the way they were loose and swung a little as he moved. He thought they certainly made his legs look good. Could he wear them out in public? Riding his bike, they would look like regular shorts, so he thought people probably wouldn’t take any notice. He decided they were would have to do for Jack’s surprise. He put on short white socks and his favourite white trainers.
For the ride to Jack’s, he tied his hair back into a ponytail for convenience. He always tied it high on the back of his head, becaUSE he loved the feeling as the ponytail swung behind him. As he passed the hall stand, he picked up a pair of his mother’s sunglasses she had left there and tried them on. They looked cool on him, he thought, so he kept them on. He would be back well before his mother came home from work, so he could put everything back. To be sure, he set the alarm on his phone for when he should leave to get back. He walked into the garage and grabbed his bike, only to remember it had a puncture and he had forgotten to get it fixed. It would take ages if he had to get the two buses he needed to get to Jack’s house.
He noticed his mother’s bike in the corner of the garage. It was obviously a woman’s bike, sky blue and with a wicker basket on the front, but it would have to do. He tried it for size, and to his surprise, it was perfect for him. He wheeled it out of the garage, jumped on and set off with only a small wobble. It was unlike his bike, much more upright, but easy enough to ride. The biggest problem he had was the shorts let the breeze flow around his groin, and together with the bumping from the bike, he was getting a little excited.
He stopped at a set of traffic lights where two men were standing on the kerb, and as he pushed off, he heard one say to the other, “I wish I was the saddle on her bike.”
He blushed scarlet as he realised the man had mistaken him for a girl. Luckily, it wasn’t long before he found the address Jack had given him. It was an affluent neighbourhood where the houses were large and detached, most of them gated. Jack’s house was one of the largest, and Kyle stopped at the gate to press the button for the Entryphone. He looked up to see there was a camera trained on him, so he waved, feeling a little foolish, not knowing if anyone was watching. The gate swung open, and Kyle wheeled his bike up a short drive to the front door, where Jack stood waiting.
“Mmm, I like you in shorts,” she said with a huge grin on her face.
“Why?”
“Because you have sexy legs.” Kyle felt his face colour and her grin got even bigger. “You blush so nicely, Kylie. Come on in.” She stood aside to let Kyle inside. She was wearing a white Vans t-shirt with a pair of khaki shorts, and Kyle’s heart performed the little rhumba it did every time he saw her.
Jack whistled, then said, “Jesus, you look hot in those shorts, Kylie.”
He giggled. “Thank you.” He spun around, the shorts flaring out. “Is this a surprise?”
“Oh, yes. I didn’t expect the lipstick, though. You rock that colour. Come here, I want to kiss you.” Jack tried to grab Kyle, but he danced out of the way. “What if someone sees us?”
“There’s nobody here. My parents are at work and won’t be home until late.”
This time, Jack grabbed Kyle, who squealed, but let her draw him in for a kiss. His legs wobbled as Jack’s tongue probed his lips, and he wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck.
“You taste so nice,” said Jack, breaking the kiss. “Come on. Let’s go cool off in the pool. Where’s your swimsuit?”
Kyle put his hand up to his mouth. “Oh, I forgot.”
Jack laughed. “In which case, airhead, you have a choice. Go skinny dipping, or wear one of my mother’s. She has hundreds of bikinis. I’m sure she won’t mind you borrowing the bottom half of one.”
“I’m not skinny dipping, for sure. Are you sure I can borrow one of your mum’s? What are you wearing?”
“I wear shorts. I want to see you in one of my mum’s. Wait outside by the pool. I won’t be a minute.”
Kyle walked through the house until he came to a set of open doors leading into the garden. He spotted the pool over to the right. Trees screened one side, which meant the next house along did not overlook it. There were sun loungers spread around and what looked like a cabin with an outdoor barbeque.
Kyle sat on a lounger and waited for Jack to appear. The sun was already fierce and Kyle looked for some shade. There was a large parasol over two of the loungers and he moved down there, grateful to be in the shade. Jack appeared, carrying towels and bottles of water, and wearing multi-coloured board shorts and a crop top.
“Here you are. Sorry, but my mum always wears small bikinis, so this is the biggest I could find.” Jack handed over what to Kyle looked like two scraps of material with strings holding them together. He gulped, wondering if they would cover anything.
“You can change in the cabin over there. I’ll wait for you here.”
Kyle walked across to the cabin and opened the door in a daze. There was a toilet and tables and chairs stacked in one corner. He closed the door and looked down at the bikini he held in his hand. He half thought about asking Jack if he could borrow a pair of her shorts instead. Then he grinned. What had she said? She wanted to see him in one of her mum’s bikinis, so that’s what he would do. Stripping off his clothes, he picked up the bikini bottoms and saw there were front and back pieces held together at the sides with adjustable tie strings. He delicately put his feet into them and pulled them up. He shivered as the soft material caressed his skin and somehow he manipulated himself into them without too much showing.
From glancing at the other boys in the showers at school, he knew he wasn’t the most well-endowed in that area, but he was a little embarrassed he could fit into the bottoms. He tied off the sides as tightly as he could. It was odd, having something so feminine around his masculinity, but it also felt so thrilling.
“Are you ready yet? I want to cool off in the pool.” Jack shouted from outside.
“Coming.” Here goes nothing, thought Kyle, and he walked out of the cabin holding his t-shirt over his groin.
Jack was already in the pool and she whistled as Kyle walked up to the edge of the pool. She grabbed the t-shirt from his hands and threw it onto the grass.
“Mmm, yummy,” she growled and pulled Kyle into the pool. He was a good swimmer, and he popped up straight away, spluttering and laughing. Kyle then ducked Jack under the water before Jack retaliated by grabbing Kyle by the legs and dragging him under. With so much body to body contact, Kyle felt himself getting excited, and he had to swim away from Jack to calm down.
Jack yelled across, “I’m going to dry off for a bit. Come and join me.” She pulled herself out of the water and lay down on a lounger. Kyle swam across and followed her out of the pool. He pulled himself up and walked across to where Jack had lain down. She looked up as he approached and a big grin spread across her face.
“Those bottoms were made for you, Kylie. But when they’re wet, they get clingy.”
Kyle looked down and saw the wet material had moulded itself around him. He covered himself with his hands, which made Jack shriek with laughter. Kyle shrugged and let his hands drop away. There was nothing he could do about it. He laughed as well and lay down on the lounger next to Jack to let the sun dry him off. He heard a noise and looked across in time to see Jack sit up and pull her top off over her head. Kyle could not believe his eyes as she lay back, her breasts exposed.
“You don’t mind, do you? Me being topless?”
Kyle shook his head, unable to speak. He could barely believe what was happening. His breathing became ragged, and he tried not to, but he kept glancing at Jack’s breasts only inches away from him. They were small and firm, and as he watched, she lazily swatted a fly away from one breast with her fingers. Kyle jumped as she opened her eyes and looked straight at him.
“Enjoying the view? Seriously, babe, I think you need to use some sunscreen. You’re a bit pasty, and this sun is fierce.” She reached into a bag beside her and threw across a plastic bottle. Kyle had already felt his skin prickle from the scorching sun, so he sat up and lathered the cream onto his face and chest, then his arms and legs. He could feel Jack’s eyes on him as he did, and his nipples grew hard and he almost moaned as he rubbed cream across them. He finished and held out the bottle to Jack. She sat on the edge of her lounger and said with a strange catch in her voice, “Roll over and I’ll do your back.”
Without thinking, Kyle did as he was told, and Jack immediately straddled him on the lounger, her weight pressing him down. She sat on him as she poured sunscreen onto his back, and as he felt Jack’s hands slide across his skin, slick with cream, his heart pounded and he thought he might faint. He heard Jack giggle, then lean forwards and as Kyle felt her breasts press against his back, he couldn’t stop a moan escaping from his mouth. As she rubbed, she was also rhythmically pushing down on him, and he could feel his excitement building. Jack finished his back and slapped him on his backside, making him squeal. She moved to one side to do his legs, beginning at his ankles and working her way up each leg until her fingertips brushed his backside. He squirmed as her finger seemed to slip accidentally under the edge of the bikini bottom.
“Oops. Sorry, Kylie. My bad” Her voice was soft yet throaty as if she was also excited. Her fingers pushed under the bikini bottom again, and Kyle realised this was no accident. He squirmed once more and his erection was squashed painfully against the lounger. “There, I’ve finished. You can turn back over.”
Kyle felt so embarrassed. His excitement would be visible if he turned over. He grabbed a towel, twisted around so he was facing away from Jack, and covered himself. Looking up, he saw Jack with that grin on her face. Kyle realised she knew exactly what had happened, and she was enjoying it. Before he could stop her, Jack grabbed the towel and pulled it out of Kyle’s hands.
Kyle felt himself turn scarlet, but Jack was still grinning. “Does that mean you like me?”
Without waiting for an answer, Jack pulled him onto her lap and kissed him, her tongue invading his mouth. Kyle melted into the embrace, put his arms around Jack’s neck and kissed her back hard. They stayed like this until Jack broke the kiss and gently pulled Kyle’s face done until he was looking at her breasts. She pushed her nipple into his mouth, and without even thinking, he began to suck and nibble it.
Jack arched her back. “Oh, that’s lovely, Princess.” Kyle looked up in surprise at the name, but Jack pushed him onto the other nipple. “Don’t stop, it feels so good.” She held his head in place, although he didn’t want to stop, anyway. His mind was spinning from what he was doing, and he was losing any self-control. He would do anything Jack asked him to do so long as he could feel this way. It was as if his whole being was focused on pleasuring Jack’s nipples, and they hardened in his mouth as he licked and sucked until his lips hurt. Jack moved slightly so she could take Kyle’s nipples between her fingers and twisted them. Pain flared in his mind.
“Oww, that hurt.”
She leant forward and kissed and licked them. “Does that feel better?”
Kyle bit his lip and nodded, and Jack did it again. He didn’t complain this time, as the pain and the pleasure balanced each other out. As they kissed once more, Jack’s fingers feathered their way down Kyle’s chest and then over his tummy, where she drew circles with her finger, making him quiver inside.
At that moment, Kyle’s phone alarm went off, making them both jump. Kyle’s head was spinning and his heart pounding, and it took him a few seconds to realise what it was.
“What the fuck is that?” said Jack.
“It’s my alarm. Shit, is that the time? I have to get home before my mum does.”
Jack groaned in frustration. “Nooooo, you can’t go now.”
“I have to. I’m sorry. I just can’t be late.”
He stood up, and Jack smiled and pointed to Kyle’s groin. “Looks like one part of you wants to stay.”
Kyle looked down and saw he was tenting out the bikini bottoms. He giggled and edged closer to Jack, who was now sitting on the side of the lounger.
Coyly, he said, “Maybe it wants a goodbye kiss.”
Jack laughed, bent forwards and gently kissed the bulge in his bikini bottoms.
“Nest time,” she growled, “I want it all.”
Kyle laughed and ran to the cabin to get changed. He emerged, swinging the biking bottoms from his finger. He flipped them over to Jack, who caught them and sniffed them.
“Eww, you’re disgusting,” said Kyle, but he laughed.
“I’ll sleep with these under my pillow tonight.” She said.
They walked through the house, and Kyle retrieved his bike.
“I’m sorry, but I do have to get back,” Kyle said as he wrapped his arms around Jack’s neck.
“OK, princess, but you owe me one, right?” Kyle loved Jack calling him that.
“Right.”
They kissed goodbye, and then Kyle set off. He couldn’t remember much about the ride home because his head was replaying what had gone on with Jack. He eventually arrived home and put his mother’s bike in the garage before almost skipping his way into the house. After putting his mother’s sunglasses back on the hall table, he headed for the kitchen to get a drink. He opened the door and stopped dead. His mother was sitting at the table drinking a cup of tea.
To be continued
It Takes All Sorts
Part Three
Kyle froze when he saw his mother in the kitchen. This couldn’t be right. She wasn’t due home for an hour yet. Had he got the time wrong? A glance at the clock told him he hadn’t. She had come home early. His face paled as he saw the blouse he had borrowed from her and the two lipsticks he had used laid on the table in front of his mother.
“Hello, Kyle. Sit down, please.”
He wanted to say something, but no words would come.
“Please. Sit down. We need to talk.”
Kyle finally made his legs move and walked across to the table. He felt like a dead man walking. He sat down and stared at the three items on the table.
“Mum, I can explain—”
“Shh, my turn first. Kyle. Where have you been today?”
“At Jack's. We were studying.”
His mother pursed her lips, as she knew he wasn’t telling the truth. His eyes would slide away to the left when he was evasive, as they did now. She could come back to that later, she thought. She’d had an inkling for some time that something was not quite right with Kyle. He had changed from the open and cheerful boy he had been to become more withdrawn and sulky. More than the usual teenage surliness, she thought. Now she was sure she knew why. She took a deep breath.
“I hope you know I love you, and always will.” Kyle couldn’t look at his mother, staring down at the table. “I know it must have been difficult for you to grow up without a man around, and all that time you spent with your cousins. God knows they are so girly.” She paused, and there was a catch in her throat as she went on. “Kyle, I don’t care if you are gay. I mean, if you like boys. It’s your life, and you should live it the way you that makes you happy.”
Kyle looked at his mother. What did she just say?
“What? Mum, I know what gay means. And I’m not gay. I don’t like boys.”
A look of confusion spread across his mother’s face.
“What?”
“Mum, I’m not gay. I don’t fancy boys.”
“But what about all this?” She gestured to the blouse and lipsticks. “And you’re wearing my shorts and that bracelet you’ve got on? And this Jack you keep seeing. You’ve never mentioned him before.”
The penny dropped. “Mum, Jack’s a girl.”
The look on his mother’s face was priceless. He wanted to laugh, but thought better of it.
“What do you mean, Jack’s a girl?”
“I mean, she’s not a boy. It’s short for Jacqui with a q-u-i. She prefers Jack.”
“Oh.” The look of surprise on her face turned to one of confusion. “But all of this.” She pointed at the things on the table. “What does that mean?”
Kyle shrugged. “Nothing.”
“OK. A different question. Why was my blouse under your bed?”
“You had no right to go into my room.”
“That would cut more ice if you weren’t obviously in my room so much.” She snapped back.
Kyle blurted out. “I enjoy wearing those things. OK? Satisfied?”
Kyle’s mother sat back for a moment and looked away.
“Kyle, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you and I’m not angry, but I want to understand what’s going on. I am worried about you.”
Kyle turned away from her, tears pricking at the corner of his eyes, before looking back at his mother, and said, “Wearing stuff like your blouse and these shorts makes me feel nice, relaxed, gentle, less stressed out. I don’t know why, but it feels so right. But if it’s such a big deal to you, I won’t do it again. All right?”
“Kyle, I don’t care about my clothes. It’s you I care about. How long has this been going on?”
He felt his cheeks burn. “Not long.”
“Since you met Jack?”
“Yes, but it’s not her fault. I wanted to for a long time.”
“Is Jack gay?”
“Mum, stop trying to pin labels on us. Jack isn’t gay, and neither an I.” Kyle wasn’t so sure about Jack, but he wouldn’t say so. His mother opened her mouth to speak, but he cut her off. “Please don’t tell me this is a phase I’m going through, either. I feel happier now than I can ever remember because I have a friend who likes me, and I like her. I don’t fancy boys, I like girls and if I enjoy wearing those things because they make me feel good, it doesn’t make want to be a girl if that was going to be your next question.”
His mother paused and looked at Kyle, trying to see beyond what he had said, to see what was in her son’s heart and to weigh her answer and what it could do to him. She knew her job was to keep him safe, and she would rather die than let any harm come to him. But she also knew that she had to let him find his direction. His future, and her relationship with him, hung on what she would say next. Christ, why was being a mother so difficult?
She took Kyle’s hand in hers. “Kyle, if you had let me speak, I was going to say I won’t pretend to understand all this, but if it’s what makes you happy, so be it. But I don’t want you doing anything behind my back. That’s not acceptable.”
“So, you want me to stop, is that it?” A tear trickled down his cheek and his mother gently wiped it away with her finger.
“Kyle, you’re not listening. If it makes you happy to wear things like this.” She held up the blouse. “Then I’m not going to stop you.”
He looked at her in bewilderment. “You mean, you don’t mind?”
“No. Well, I mean, yes. I mind you doing it behind my back, but we can solve that.”
“Huh?”
She took a deep breath. “If you are going to keep doing this, then you will need some things of your own.”
Kyle’s eyes widened in surprise. “You really mean it, Mum? Don’t tease me, please.”
“Yes, I mean it. I want you to be happy.”
Kyle squealed, jumped up, and hugged his mother.
“But there’s one condition. I want to meet Jack.”
“Oh.”
“Will that be a problem, Kyle?”
“No, I guess not. But why?”
“Because…” She held up her hand and counted off on her fingers. “One, I’m your mother. Two, I worry about you. Three, I want to know who you are hanging out with. Four, if I don’t get to meet Jack, you’re grounded.”
“Mum, that’s not fair,” Kyle whined.
“Take it or leave it. Kyle. If you want me to go along with all this…” She pointed at what was on the table. “Then, I have to meet Jack. Is it a deal?”
Kyle sighed, realising he didn’t have a choice, and nodded. “OK, it’s a deal.”
She stood up and kissed the top of Kyle's head. “Let’s get a takeaway and have a night in together. OK?”
“I would love that, mum.”
They ordered pizza and watched Sweet Home Alabama, which they both loved. Kyle curled up on the sofa next to his mother, his head on her shoulder and his legs tucked up beneath him. Looking at him, she wondered how had she not seen this coming? She had always worried that Kyle didn’t have a male role model after his father had left them, and how she had devoted so much time building her business that she had left him to his own devices. He had spent so much time with his cousins, who were so beautiful and girly that it would be surprising if they hadn’t influenced him. She had always thought of Kyle as cute, although her sister had once said he was almost too pretty to be a boy while they watched him play with his cousins. She had laughed it off, but now? Can you ever see your child through someone else’s eyes, she wondered?
She thought about the time he spent in the salon reading the fashion magazines when he had nothing to do, and the way he had refused to have his hair cut until it reached his shoulders, and badgered her to cut it in a feminine style. He would sit on the bed to watch her apply her make-up, and threw a tantrum because she had bought him an Action Man for his sixth birthday, and he made her exchange it for a Barbie. The posters in his bedroom weren’t of footballers, but Ariana Grande and Olivia Rodrigo, and he had been to see Frozen five times and could sing all the songs, and his wardrobe contained more pink than hers. She grew hot with embarrassment. How had she missed the signs? Or had she seen them and ignored them, hoping it was just a phase he was going through?
Shit, there was nothing in any of the parenting books she had read that came anyway near to cope with this. Why was it all so difficult? He had fallen asleep on her shoulder and she kissed his head, silently promising him she would make it right.
Kyle woke early the next morning and immediately messaged Jack.
Need to talk urgently.
Wassup, babe?
Mum was home when I got back yesterday. She found the clothes and the lipsticks. She busted me totally.
What happened? Did she go crazy?
Not really. She asked me if I was gay.
OMG. What did you say?
I told her I’m not into boys. I like girls. You should have seen her face. She thought you were a boy.
What? Why?
I told her about meeting Jack. She assumed you were a boy. When I told her you were a girl, she almost fell off the chair.
LMAO. So what next?
She was pretty cool about it all. But…
But what?
She wants to meet you.
There was a long pause before Jack replied.
Let’s talk later.
That threw Kyle into a panic. Did it mean she didn’t want to meet his mother? Was it all over between them? Kyle didn’t know until that moment how much Jack meant to him. They usually met outside school and Kyle was so anxious he arrived early, but Jack didn’t show up. Kyle was on edge all morning, worrying if he had scared Jack off by asking him to meet his mother. At the lunch break, Kyle was walking along a corridor when he felt a hand brush his backside. He whirled around, ready to scream at whoever it was, only to find Jack grinning at him.
“Gotcha.”
“Jeez, never do that again, you idiot.”
“Tell me you didn’t like it,” whispered Jack in his ear, making Kyle giggle.
He pushed her away, but Jack grabbed her arm and pulled him close for a kiss.
“Nor here.” he said, pushing her away.
“OK, OK. Now about meeting your mum.” Kyle’s heart fell. Was she about to say no? “Shall I come round tonight?”
Kyle squealed and wrapped his arms around her. “Oh, yes. Tonight would be fine.”
Jack grinned. “Seven o’clock OK?”
***
The doorbell rang a few minutes before seven, making Kyle jump. He was wearing his tight jeans and a t-shirt that was a little small for him and showed an inch of midriff. He skipped to the front door and took a deep breath before opening it. Jack stood there, grinning, and Kyle’s heart flip-flopped in his chest. She wore a Levi’s denim jacket over a white t-shirt, knee-length shorts, Ray-Ban Wayfarer sunglasses and high-top converse trainers. She stretched her arms out to the sides and said, “Will I do?”
Kyle grabbed her hand and kissed her. “Oh my, you look so cool. Come inside. Mum is waiting.”
Jack whispered, “Will she bite?”
Kyle giggled, “No, but I might.”
“Later, I hope,” said Jack, slapping Kyle on his bum, making him squeal. Kyle held onto Jack's hand, leading him to the kitchen where his mother was waiting. Kyle’s heart rate shot up as they got to the door, and Jack gave his hand a gentle squeeze. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open.
Kyle saw his mother’s eyes widen as she took in Jack, and a look of surprise flickered across her face before she smiled and said, “Hi. You must be Jack. It’s good to meet you. I’m Kyle's mother.”
Jack put his hand out, and Kyle's mum hesitated in surprise before shaking her hand. “I’m glad to meet you too, Mrs Donaldson. Kyle has told me so much about you.”
Sophia looked sideways at Kyle. “That’s nice, Jack. He hasn’t told me much about you.” Kyle blushed and looked away. “No matter. I’m pleased to meet one of Kyle’s friends. Do you want something to drink, Jack?”
“A glass of water, please, if it’s not too much trouble.”
“Kyle, can you do that, please? Jack, please sit down.”
He knew the way Jack looked had startled her when she walked in, but he had decided it would be better not to tell his mother about how Jack dressed, so she didn’t get any preconceived ideas. He wondered if that had been a mistake. Kyle handed Jack the water and sat down next to her.
“Mrs Donaldson, thank you for inviting me. I don’t know if Kyle told you, but we’ve just moved here, and it’s been really nice to make a friend as nice as Kyle so quickly. I’ve moved a few times and it can be really difficult to make friends, but he’s been great to me, and you should be really proud of him.” Kyle thought Jack was laying it on thick, but his mother nodded.
“That’s good to hear, Jack. It’s nice that Kyle has made a friend too. What do your parents do, Jack?”
“Dad’s a banker in the city, and mum is a fashion designer. Kyle tells me you have a beauty business, is that right?”
“Yes, I have a small chain of salons. Kyle helps me from time to time.”
Jack smiled. “If you don’t mind me saying, Mrs Donaldson, I can also see where he gets his looks from.”
Kyle blushed and his mother laughed.
“Jack, I have ordered a pizza delivery for tonight. Can you stay and join us?”
“I would love to, Mrs Donaldson.”
“Jack, please call me Sophia. Mrs Donaldson makes me feel so old.”
They had broken the ice, and Kyle relaxed for the first time. For the rest of the evening, the three of them chatted away like old friends. Kyle cleared away the remains of the pizza and stacked the dishwasher. His mother yawned and said, “Sorry, it’s been a long day. I’m off to bed. It’s been nice to meet you, Jack. Kyle, don’t play your music too loudly.”
Jack stood up. “It’s been great to meet you too, Sophia.”
“Jack, please stay if you wish. You’re welcome anytime. Kyle, can I have a word?”
In the hallway, Sophia closed the door and in a low voice, said, “We will talk tomorrow about you not warning me about Jack, but she seems nice. Just be careful, Kyle. I don’t want you to get hurt.”
“Thanks, mum. I won’t.” He kissed his mother’s cheek and disappeared back into the kitchen, closing the door behind him. His mother stood looking at the door for a while, wondering if she was doing the right thing.
Kyle closed the door and Jack said, “Well?”
“She likes you.”
“I like her. You’re lucky.”
Kyle frowned. “What do you mean?”
“To have a mother who cares about you as much as she does. Mine couldn’t care less.” Kyle hated to see the sadness in Jack's eyes. He walked over, sat on her lap, and put his arms around her. “I’m sure that’s not true.”
Jack sighed. “Never mind that.” She turned to Kyle and kissed him, her tongue pushing into his mouth. They kissed for a while until Kyle pulled away.
“What’s up?” asked Jack.
“Don’t get mad at me, Jack, but are we, you know… I mean… are we a thing?”
Jack laughed. “A thing?”
Kyle blushed. “I mean, are we a boyfriend and girlfriend thing?”
Jack squeezed Kyle. “Is that what you want?”
Kyle nodded, hardly daring to breathe.
“Then yes. We are a thing.”
Kyle squealed and kissed Jack, his tongue pushing into her mouth. Jack pushed her hand up beneath Kyle’s t-shirt and stroked his nipple. He felt himself grow hard and, daringly, he moved her other hand onto his bulge. Jack rubbed it several times, making Kyle squirm on her lap. Jack unzipped Kyle’s jeans, and he moaned as her fingers touched his erection. He watched her fingers stroke him until he thought he would pass out with excitement. Suddenly, Jack pushed him off her lap and pushed down on his shoulders to make him sit in the chair. Dropping to her knees she undid Kyle's belt and pulled down his jeans. He looked down in astonishment as she kissed and licked him before taking it all into her mouth.
Kyle’s head went back and his eyes closed as he felt her lips and tongue teasing him. He had never felt like this in his life, and he was dizzy with the sensations he was experiencing for the first time. Deep in his groin he felt a powerful surge and before he could say anything he twitched, grunted and spurted into Jack's mouth. She didn’t let him out of her mouth until she had taken it all. He finally opened his eyes to find Jack grinning at him.
“Did you like that, Kylie?”
He nodded, unable to speak. She pulled away and looked at the clock.
“Shit, I have to go now, but you can return the favour next time.” He stood up and pulled up his jeans before zipping himself up. Still dazed at what had happened, Kyle took Jack to the front door where they kissed, and he tasted something salty on her lips. He closed the door and stumbled up to his room. He fell asleep, a huge smile on his face.
***
The following day at school his phone buzzed with a text from his mother.
Can you come to the salon after school?
Could do why?
I need you to do something for me.
Kyle often worked in the salon washing hair, cleaning up, tidying and folding towels, but that was usually on a Saturday. It was unusual for his mother to ask him during the week, but it was on his way home, so he didn’t mind too much. He enjoyed being in the salon, surrounded by so much femininity.
OK. See you later
Jack had an after-school club, so Kyle headed off to his mother’s salon straight after school. He pushed open the door to find it empty except for his mother standing by a sink.
“Hi, mum. What do you want me to do?”
A huge smile crossed her face. “You don’t have to do anything, Kyle. I’m going to give you what you asked for.” She pushed the chair so his head was over the sink and ran the water through his hair.