Tyler is learning about girls.
by Claire King
Oh Yeah!” Says Tyler, seventeen, “You want it, don't you, you dirty bitch?”
Natascha, sixteen, shuffles her arse further back on the bench. She does want it, but like this? Not so much. Half an hour ago they were holding hands in the chip shop and now Tyler's out of his mind. She wonders if those pickled eggs might be hallucinogenic. She stares off up the empty street, sodium lit, spat on by rain. The bus shelter smells like piss.
Tyler has a Mars bar in his jeans pocket. It's warm and soft. He tries to insert it. Natascha squirms and frowns.
“Take it, you slut,” says Tyler. Vinegar breath. “Feel your tits,” he says, “Touch your pussy.”
Natascha sighs. She's missing ‘Millionaire' for this.
Tyler has his knob in his hand. “Open your legs,” he says.
Natascha looks at her phone. Ten-to. The 174 is due any minute. It's a double-decker. Maybe there'll still be room up front on top. She thinks about giving Tyler a quick hand job to get it over with, but her t-shirt is clean on and she wants to wear it tomorrow.
“No,” she says, and pulls her skirt back over her freckled thighs.
Tyler leans over her, bracing both arms on the graffiti. He slaps one Converse on the gum-studded bench by her knee. Grit and uncertain moisture brush her skin.
“I'm going to come on your face,” he says.
“Why are you being such a twat?” Says Natascha as she ducks under his arms and starts to cross the street.
“Where are you going?” Tyler's voice goes all squeaky on the ‘going' part, making Natascha turn back, briefly. He coughs.
“Getting a can of pop,” Natascha calls. “See you tomorrow.”
Tyler watches her disappear through the shop door with a ping.
After an unsatisfactory wank, sitting on the floor with his back against the closed bedroom door, Tyler logs on.
Justin1991: “Hey BeiberChick!”
BeiberChick1992: “Hey Justin, how did it go?”
Justin1991: Gr8!!!
BeiberChick1992: So u…
Justin1991: yea more or less
BeiberChick1992: ?!
Justin1991: Well, she was a bit
BeiberChick1992: ?
BeiberChick1992: ?
Justin1991: uptite?
BeiberChick1992: wot u mean uptight?
Justin1991: she got pubs
Justin1991: :/
BeiberChick1992: ic
Justin1991: q4u
BeiberChick1992: ?
Justin1991: plztlme wot pr0n girlz like
Justin1991: u there?
Justin1991: ?
BeiberChick1992: idk, pr0n blcked here :(
Justin1991: :(
Justin1991: :(
BeiberChick1992: ruok?
Justin1991: maybe u & me mirl soon XD
BeiberChick1992: wud b cool. ur cool.
Justin1991: :) tx
BeiberChick1992: np
BeiberChick1992: g2g - hw
Justin1991: cu
BeiberChick1992: cya
BeiberChick refills his wine glass and scratches his balls.
“I don't think it went too well with Natascha,” he says.
“You could try actually talking to him, Love,” says his wife.
“I don't see why it has to be up to me,” says BeiberChick. “Would you like some wine?”
Upstairs, Tyler closes chat and researches girl on girl. Maybe that's what she's into.
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Author's Note
This is work in progress but please tell me now: should I take this any further or stuff it back where it came from?
The premise - it seems these days sex education is largely internet based.
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yikes
keep it goin
and get a lawyer? lol
It's OK, Gary, they're English. All legal and above board even if a bit, erm, wierd?
Claire,
Most definitely keep this going. So clever! Love that BeiberChick1992 is Tyler's dad! The whole set-up, what they're doing waiting for the bus, omg!
Think you mean porn not pron?
Hi Cherise, thanks for commenting! I had to research chat room language for this as I'm not of that generation...apparently 'pron' is used!
Debra DiBlasi is looking for dirty writing for an illustrated anthology; Dope Magazine is looking for work by women. Thought I'd mention it, since this story is dirty.
A few dark spots here, places where the light didn't get in:
Tizer
newsagent's door
:S
I'm unfamiliar with chat etiquette so deciphering the abbreviations goes toward my education.
This is brainy.
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Thanks Ann - I was wondering about the cultural references. Tizer is a kind of soda but I think I'll change it. Hadn't thought about newsagent though. Where do you buy newspapers?
Brainy, thank you!
This is what happens when the Simpsons and the Royles interbreed. So this is the pilot, we need more to make a series!
Claire, LOVE that this is how father reaches son. It's a great, super smart premise and so much can be done with it. I'm excited to see where you take us --
Warning: This comment contains old and inappropriate media references.
"It's a little bit like 'Leave it to Beaver' meets the 'Sopranos.' Dreadfully original, but not for the squeamish."
Loved it, but the chat language goes over my head at times. That's not a bad thing, though, just a personal shortcoming. I would encourage you to go for more.
I never saw 'Leave it to Beaver' but I'll take your word for it, James! Thanks for the encouragement. The chat language is a tough one, in fact it's a language designed to keep parents out (among other things).
Sara, so glad you like the father subterfuge. I had some other feedback from someone who wasn't comfortable with it. I don't have teenagers yet, but I wondered, how would parents who felt incapable of discussing sex with their kids try to help somehow?
I can't get past BeiberChick. Still laughing. It's scary that text abbreviations may be the new War and Peace. Enjoyed.
Larry, you're a cool guy!
Missed this in July. I think it's fantastic. Makes me feel smilingly sorry for all of us, especially those who are 40 or more years younger than I am.