A cup of tea.
Ok this is a bit naughty but it's something someone told me once and I think it's cringe worthy and just plain funny. I chose Charlie 'cos I think he's under represented! It's written from his POV. Warning refers to sex – lonely sex! Language too.
As I lay here I wonder why the girls giggle. Stupid things they are. A bit like Dragons really, all temper and beauty. Oh yes they're beautiful the girls. Well one girl really. Nellie Hardpick. With that long flowing hair and her smile. I've noticed her look at me, I've also noticed her robes are getting tighter around the chest. Must be growing 'tits', as Bill calls them. Bill has felt tits. So he tells me. I have no real reason to disbelieve him. He wasn't lying about the other thing that I have become obsessed with was he? He told me that when you get excited, like when you feel 'tits' the thing that until recently I just thought was to pee out of does strange and wonderful things. And it does, so I have discovered.
I lay here now, gently musing over what he said. After a few fumbled first attempts and a very weird dream, I've finally discovered what Bill was talking about, the ultimate high he called it. He wasn't wrong, and now I couldn't get enough. I did it whenever I got the chance, Nellie Hardpicks face and voice in my mind as I did. And today it did. I had seen pictures of naked girls and imagined that was what Nellie looked like under her tightening robes. It got hot under the bedclothes, and I got sweaty, all part of the fun really. A few more thoughts of a naked Nellie and I was there, Merlin it felt good. As I slowly relaxed and opened my eyes I froze in horror, there was a steaming cup of tea next to my bed.
I knew it could only be from my mum, she always did that. She had shouted me several times already, but I'd woken up thinking of Nellie, and with the 'morning glory' that Bill told me was now for life, and well, what's a boy to do? In a minute mum, I'd said at least four times before I'd heard her trundle off back downstairs. Everyone else was out, I knew that by how quiet the house was. So it could only be my mum who had left the cup of tea. I was mortified. I bet she was too. Or maybe she hadn't noticed? I could only hope. She had left the tea, so I drank it.
Changing my boxers I took the cup downstairs. My face as red as my hair. I just wanted to hide in my room, but well, I've never been one for hiding from a problem. She just smiled at me as I put the cup in the sink; I waited for the outburst, for her to ask me what I was doing. There was nothing, just a smile. I felt her eyes on me as I left the room.
Bill roared with laughter when I told him. Turns out she probably knew exactly what I was doing. I count myself lucky I am the second eldest, she had caught Bill 'red handed' so to speak. Now that must have been embarrassing. Still, it was the last time I found a cup of hot tea next to my bed from my mum. It generally got left outside my door now.
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