The Four Musketeers: Part Three

~ beetleypete

This is the third part of a fiction serial, in 880 words.

One afternoon, I was outside the corner shop chatting to a couple of girls I knew. We were close to turning fifteen, and the girls appreciated being chatted up at that age. But when there were two of them, it was tricky.

Which one do you try for? Pam was the cute one, and her friend Caron was chubby. But Caron was definitely the more interested of the two. Anyone knows that girls who are close friends are almost impossible to split up, especially at that age.

Luckily for me, Terry showed up. He was heading for the shop to buy some sweets, and the four of us got chatting. I didn’t really care which girl I ended up with, so suggested a walk to the local park. Okay, nothing life-changing was going to happen, but we might have got a snog, maybe even a feel. I lived in hope.

Terry dished out the sweets, and the girls agreed to see what was happening at the park. But we hadn’t gone a hundred yards before Terry bent down, grabbed his legs, and let out an enormous fart.

He thought it was funny. He actually thought he was entertaining those girls.

Pam pulled a face. “Come on, Caron. These boys need to grow up”. With that, they turned around and walked off. I shook my head at the grinning idiot. Terry was oblivious to the reason for my disgust. “What? It was only a fart. Don’t blame me if they haven’t got any sense of humour”. I crossed the road, waving my hand at him in a dismissive gesture. He was so thick, he shouted over, “We’re not going to the park then, Danny?”

I resolved to get him back for that, and the opportunity arose the following year.

It was the last summer school holidays before I started work. Keith was studying hard, Johnny was working on the market stalls by then, so I popped round to Terry’s house to see what he was doing. His mum let me in. “Sorry, Danny. He’s out working with his dad. He won’t be home until after six. Come in and have a cold drink, I could do with the company. Go through to the front room”.

By then, I was calling her Alice. Only Keith’s parents still wanted to be called Mr or Mrs Rainsford by his friends.

She seemed to me to be a bit upset, and when I heard little Tony bawling from another room, she put her head in her hands. “He never stops crying, Danny. I have been to the doctor’s with him, but they said there’s nothing wrong. I am up half the night with him, and I can’t get much done during the day. They say it is just teething, but he has almost all of his teeth through. I’m at my wit’s end, I really am.” She went next door to calm him down, and it was ages before she came back.

When she sat down next to me on the sofa, she looked worn out. Red-eyed, and at the end of her tether. She picked up the glass of Tizer she had poured for herself, and put it down again. “Don’t say anything to Terry please, Danny, but I just can’t cope. Terry was such a happy and easy baby, but little Tony has got me to the stage where I am starting to hate him, I really am”. I felt this conversation was both out of my league, and none of my business. I was regretting staying for the Tizer, but felt I had to do something. So I put my arm around her, and she put her head on my shoulder.

What happened next was both totally unexpected, and beyond my wildest dreams.

Ten seconds after her head rested on my shoulder, she started kissing me. My first real snog, serious stuff. Tongues and everything. Before I had time to react, she was undoing my trousers, and pulling off her underwear. I had uttered just one word, “Alice”, and she was astride me, and I knew exactly what was happening. My only regret was that it hadn’t lasted longer. Nothing was said during those few minutes, and I could feel the heat coming from her neck and face. It had all been over a long time for me before she stopped, and I was completely amazed that this woman I had known all my life was half-naked on my lap, panting.

The enormity of it all must have dawned on her. She grabbed her clothes and turned her back to me. “Sorry Danny, I don’t know what came over me. You had better go, and I beg you not to say anything to Terry. Please, I beg you”. I walked out of the house in a daze, but I felt ten feet tall.

By the time Terry spoke to me about his mum, I had started my job at the Insurance company. I bumped into him coming out of the shop, and he beckoned me over to speak quietly.

“My mum’s only gone and got herself pregnant. Dad’s furious, and he won’t speak to her. It’s bloody awful at home at the moment, I can tell you”.

I grinned all the way home.

38 thoughts on “The Four Musketeers: Part Three”

  6. Interesting chapter, Pete, although I’m not sure I buy a couple of aspects: 1. I get that people hold grudges. Still, it seems a bit of a stretch that Danny was looking for an opportunity to get back at Terry for a year over the farting incident. 2. I can see how it might be a stroke to Danny’s ego that Alice was attracted to him, but the implication is that the baby might be his. I have a harder time accepting that a teenage boy will be pleased about such a pregnancy.

    Of course, teenage boys are not known for their brilliant thinking, so perhaps I can rationalize it that way. Perhaps Danny is now older than I realize.

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    1. I think Danny had actually forgotten the grudge against Terry. He certainly didn’t expect what happened with Alice, or engineer the situation. But in his mind, having sex with your mate’s mum and getting her pregnant was sweet revenge indeed, however trivial the perceived ‘offence’. There would be no suggestion that he was the father, and he would never have been expected to be accountable for Alice’s pregnancy. He is relating the story when he is older, but not excusing (or regretting) his actions.
      Danny is not a very nice man, obviously.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  8. (1) Alice went next door to calm Tony down, and it was ages before she came back. In fact, so much time had passed that Tony was now thirty years old, and Danny’s hair was turning gray.
    (2) Alice was red-eyed, and at the end of her tether. With a deep sigh, she said, “I sure wish Georgie Simpson sold longer leather tethers.”
    (3) Talking about Terry and Tony over Tizer. (Personally, I like to drink Tizer with an appetizer.)
    (4) In Danny’s wildest dreams, he snogged Alice in Wonderland.
    (5) Bad citation: “After hitting my head on the door frame, I walked out of the house in a daze, but I felt ten feet tall.” (Later, Danny bumped into Terry at the shop. “Ouch! I can’t stop hurting myself!”)
    (6) Danny was in deep doo-doo. Especially after Mr. Wright found out he’d been wronged. He discovered a note that Alice had yet to secretly deliver:
    “Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
    From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
    The summer’s gone, and all the roses falling,
    It’s you, It’s you must go and I must bide.
    But come ye back when summer’s in the meadow,
    Or when the valley’s hushed and white with snow,
    It’s I’ll be there in sunshine or in shadow,—
    Oh, Danny boy, Oh Danny boy, I love you so!”

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