Kurt
Life in The
Village, and the `coming of age' of a student at its remote school,
through his own eyes.
This is an
original work of pure fiction (just an expression of a fantasy)
by Robert A. Armstrong (a pseudonym)
Copyright 2013-2023. Robert
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The resemblance
of the characters by action, name, location, or description to any real person
is purely coincidental.
If it is illegal,
or offensive, for you to read stories involving interactions of a sexual nature
between adults and youths, then what are you doing here?
From
Chapter 99:
I
decide to add, "And, a man or a boy can have his male friends. `Mates', we call
it in Australia. Close male friends, but that doesn't mean that his `mates' are
his `boyfriends' or that they are gay."
Anakin
answers, "So, maybe Bjorn and I are just mates, like Karl and Kurt?"
"That's
probably right," Dad answers. "Having a good mate doesn't mean that you are
gay."
I
hear a sigh, perhaps a few sighs, of relief in the room.
I
think that the discussion is over.
However,
as I stare towards the blackness of the ceiling, Anakin says, "I would really
like to be mates with you all this week." I'm about to reply, but he continues,
"Kurt, do you have special feelings for someone? And, do you have a
girlfriend?"
Chapter 100
– Relief Turns To Anxiety
Why would he even ask me that? Does he
think that I wouldn't have a girlfriend?
So, how do I answer him without lying or revealing
to my Dad something that I don't want him to know? About me not being
interested in girls.
I breathe deeply and swallow hard, which
gives me a few precious seconds to think.
"To answer your first question, Anakin," I
say, "Yes, I have a very special friend. After he had a very serious accident,
I helped him when he couldn't walk or speak very well, and we have become really
good mates ever since. Last school holidays, he stayed here with us and, I'm
going to stay with him and his parents at the Gold Coast next week."
"What about a girlfriend?" Anakin asks,
obviously keen to not let that question go unanswered.
"None, that I can talk to you about," I
tell him (and with everyone else in the room listening).
It's the truth, and people can interpret my
words any way that they like!
However, Anakin still isn't done! "So, is she
one of those girls in Big Town?"
I reply, using my skill at avoiding direct
answers and choosing my words carefully, "Well, it would have to be either Big
Town, or Cunnamulla, way out here, wouldn't it?" Then I turn the conversation
back onto him. "What about you? Do you have a girlfriend?"
"Skit, nej!"
he replies.
My Dad laughs.
Anakin's words are close enough to English
for me to understand his denial.
Anakin adds, "Only a good mate, like you
have. He's my cousin, Bjorn."
The week is passing quickly.
The whole family are enjoying the activities
that we planned for them. Even the work. The girls' favourite is feeding the
chickens and collecting eggs. And we even managed to fit in a helicopter ride
to Jintabudjaree and The Village. Thanks, Danny!
(I can open the door at Jintabudjaree and Mr
Grant trusts me there when he's not home.)
Today, Jacko, Karl, Anakin, and I are
taking the bikes for a spin. Anakin and I leave Jacko and Karl at the northern
workers' hut `to rest a while', and we continue to the lookout.
While talking about the time staying with
his uncle, aunt and cousins, Anakin inadvertently reveals that he and Bjorn actually
have a bit of a secret `thing' going on; more than being just cousins and more
than just mates!
Despite giving him my word that I won't say
anything to anyone, Anakin won't tell me anything more. He is afraid of getting
Bjorn into trouble. And I reveal no personal details about me and Andy, except
that we, mates, like to hang out together and sometimes, we even `dare' to
shower together! Secrets. Promises.
I can only imagine the details of Anakin's
relationship with Bjorn! And I am – wondering about it!
It's the family's second last day with us,
and I keep my promise to show the girls how to cook apple pies, as they have
reminded me twice already.
Anakin, as he has done all week, sticks to
me like gum-tree sap, (Hey, they're not called `gum' trees for nothing!), watching
intently, but without getting in the way.
When the girls' two pies go into the oven,
I sit down with them in the lounge room to ensure that they have recorded the
recipe correctly.
Anakin leaves us and wanders off by
himself. In the direction of the sheds.
I hope that isn't where Jacko and Karl
went!
It's only a few minutes later when Anakin
arrives back. He seems to be in a bit of a hurry, and plonks himself onto one
of the individual lounge chairs.
I look at him. He glances at me once, but then
avoids my eyes. He appears uncomfortable.
Then Karl appears, and stands, looking
straight at Anakin, as if waiting for an answer to a question.
Something has happened!
I need to say something. What comes out is
addressed to the trio of visitors, "What game do you think that we should all
play before lunch? Any preference? Cards? Dominoes?"
"Chinese Checkers," Nora and Emma answer
together.
There is no point in Anakin offering any
other suggestion. He's already out-voted!
"Anakin," I put to him. "You know where
everything is by now. Would you please get the game out and set it up on the
coffee table, while Karl and I see if we can be of any help in the kitchen?"
I give my brother a sideways nod to head
in that direction.
However, I steer him straight past the
kitchen, to his bedroom, and I close the door.
"What's going on?" I ask him. "Anakin came
back looking very nervous about something, and then you appeared right behind
him, and without Jacko. Why?"
My brother turns red. "He caught us!" he
half-whispers.
"Doing what?" I ask.
Karl, reluctantly, tells me, "After we
saddled the horses, Jacko and I were in one of the empty stalls, with our jeans
down, playing with each other. I suddenly looked up and Anakin was watching us.
I didn't hear him coming."
"And?" I ask.
Karl says, "I pushed Jacko away, pointing
at Anakin. Then, we quickly pulled up our jeans and Jacko told him, `Sorry
Anko. You shouldn't have seen that.' Then he tried to explain, `We were just,
um, helping each other to, um...'."
"Anakin just said, `It's OK. Bjorn likes
that too!' Then he put his hands over his mouth and ran off. I followed him to
see if he was going to tell anybody what he saw."
"All right!" I tell my brother. "Just act
as though nothing has happened. If Anakin mentions about seeing you and Jacko
down in the stalls, why don't you just say that the pair of you now have the
horses all ready for a ride after lunch."
"But, what if he tells his mother what he
saw me and Jacko doing?" Karl says, nervously.
I encourage him. "I have a feeling that he
won't do that!"
"How come?" he asks.
I reply, "No real reason. Just trust me."
We start our Chinese Checkers in silence,
allowing one of the girls to have the first move.
As the game progresses, I notice Karl and
Anakin, almost opposite each other, taking quick glances at each other, but never
at the same time.
I'm surprised when our `he' guest says, "Hey,
Karl, you're really good at this game!"
I think that their eyes actually connect
for the first time.
I'm relieved when they both smile and then
grin broadly towards each other.
Potential disaster averted! Anakin isn't going
to tell!
Karl wins the game. Anakin is one move
behind him. They shake hands.
The finishing order for the other three of
us is irrelevant.
Anakin smilingly asks my brother, "Is
there anything down in the horse stalls that I can help you to finish off, Karl?"
Karl looks at me and I raise my eyebrows.
Has Anakin just asked what I think he has asked?
My brother just shrugs, then grins at me. He
tells Anakin, "Why don't we go and see?"
Is Karl going to let Anakin jack him off?
And what else will happen? What might my brother discover about Anakin's body?
I feel a movement. Not now Junior! Go back
to sleep!
"OK, girls," I say. "Let's go and check on
those pies."
Returning with my brother after about ten
minutes, Anakin announces, "The horses are ready now for anyone who wants to go
for a ride!"
Karl obviously told him to say that!
Karl and I lock eyes.
I raise one questioning eyebrow.
That same goofy grin! Then he gives me a wink
and a single nod.
S/he did it!
My brother and I have been separated all
week, by my shadow, Anakin, or by Dad wanting Karl's help with something.
I can't wait to have Karl all to myself tomorrow night, before I fly off
for a week with Andy! And, not just to find out what happened with Anakin! I'm
busting to erupt in his hand, or his mouth, or between his legs! I've resisted
every aching temptation to do it myself!
Morning. The big helicopter arrives in
time for Danny to have breakfast with all of us.
There is a lot of chatter around the table,
with everyone re-telling their experiences through the week. `Chickens' and
`eggs' and `horses' and `bikes' are mentioned throughout. But, so is the trip
to Jintabudjaree and The Village and the `apple pies'.
With all of the luggage loaded, there are
hugs and thanks all round. Karl and I both receive hand-shakes, a hug and a
`Thank you so much' from Anakin.
And, with promises to keep in touch, the
farm-stay guests are gone.
Night.
"OK. Spill the beans!" I tell my brother,
as I slide into his bed and snuggle up behind him, with Junior already very anxious
for some relief! "What happened with you and Anakin, down in the horse stalls
yesterday?"
"Well, he led me straight to the stall
where he saw me and Jacko," he mutters. "And, he got me to stand and lean on
the wall, exactly where I had been earlier."
He pauses.
"And, then what?" I ask, holding an
impatient Junior against Karl's `nice', firm glutes.
Karl says, "He put one hand on the front
of my jeans, and just held it there until he could feel my dick get hard, which
didn't take long! Then he said, `You gonna pull em down, or do you want me to
do it?' So, I let him do it."
Junior is getting more impatient. I work
him in between Karl's legs, and try really hard not to start pushing too fast.
Karl continues, "He undid my belt, the
button and then the zipper. He helped them drop to my ankles while he kept
feeling my stiffie through my underpants. Then, he put his hand inside and
pulled it out and started slowly jerking it. And, he knew what he was doing
too! I was already leaking because his hand was slippery straight away."
Speaking of leaking and slippery, Junior
is way ahead of me, and I start to push, through my brother's legs, and back.
After a week, this is so incredible, that I'd almost forgotten how good it
feels! Hey! Not really!
Karl: "Anakin said only two things;
`Nice!' and `Yours is just like Bjorn's, only a bit fatter.' And, it was pretty
obvious that his hand had a lot of experience at jerking off a guy's dick. Like
you, and Jacko, and William do to me."
"What were you doing, while Anakin's hand
was so busy?" I ask, holding my brother's hips and pushing Junior really hard,
and then reaching around to find his own dick totally stiff. And leaking.
"Nothing," he replies. "I just stayed
leaning against the stall and enjoying it. He did ask me if I wanted to feel
his body too, but I told him, `No. It's OK. Thanks. Just keep going. You're
really good at this.' And it didn't take long before he had me spurting onto
the straw. And, you'll never guess what he did then."
"Tell me!" I answer, and add, "Have you
got your spunk rag ready? You're gonna need it for me in a second."
"He sucked the last bit of spunk off the
end of my dick," Karl says.
This sets Junior off! Massive spurts while
I groan at the feeling, and at the imagination of Anakin doing that to my
brother.
Maybe it's the memory of it, plus the
action of my hand, and Karl very quickly needs to use his rag as well.
"How come you didn't want to feel his body
when he asked you?" I groan, as my breathing slows down.
"I don't know," Karl replies. "Maybe I was
afraid of what it might be like, without a dick. But, I do know one thing..."
"What's that?" I ask.
"I think that you and I might have some
fun when Bjorn and his family come to stay!"
I hadn't expected Danny to arrive in a
helicopter to take me to the airport! A surprise from Mr Grant. Dad knew about
it, which is why he wasn't in a hurry to drive me to Cunnamulla! And here I was,
panicking, that I was going to miss the connection to go and see Andy!
After a week of me having no sex, with our
guests here, apart from spurting twice with my brother last night, Andy and I have
a lot of catching up to do!
Not now Junior!
"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are about to
begin our descent into the Gold Coast, please ensure that your seatbelts are
fastened." I hear the pilot announce, "And we should have you on the ground in fifteen
minutes."
One lady, one gentleman and me.
"Gold Coast?" I ask Dennis, the familiar and
friendly Lear jet steward. "I thought that we were going to Brisbane!"
"Not this time, Kurt," he replies. "This
one is Cunnamulla direct to the Gold Coast. So, you won't need a ride from
Brisbane. Tom Grant arranged it."
I love Mr Grant.
Even before the plane stops near the
terminal, I can see his face. Andy's. Arm waving excitedly. Can he see me waving
back?
It's only when I start walking across the
tarmac that I see Andy's mother and his stepfather, Brian. Also waving. And
smiling.
Difficult choice! Do I shake Brian's
extended hand first? Or accept Mrs Thompson's open arms? Or hug my boyfriend,
who, I can tell is excited to see me. Part of him is giving it away!
What do you reckon?
Ladies first. Boyfriend last so that I can
linger with him a little longer. It will be much longer tonight!
"It's so good to see you again, Kurt," Mrs
Anderson tells me. "I understand that you've just had your first farm-stay
guests. How was it? You'll have to tell us all about it over lunch! How is
Helen? She mustn't have long to go now. When are the twins due?"
I tell them all about the activities that
we provided and especially how the two girls, Nora and
Emma, virtually took control of the chook pen, and how I taught them to make
apple pies for their `brother', Anakin.
I haven't told Andy everything about Anakin
yet, and his `helping hand' with my brother.
"And your mother?" Mrs Thompson reminds me
of her keen interest in Helen and the babies.
"Just a month to go, now," I reply.
"Although both Dad and Helen have told Karl and me that sometimes babies can come
early, especially twins. While I'm here with you, Dad is going to take Helen
into Cunnamulla to stay with one of her friends, so that she can be close to
the hospital in case my two sisters become impatient and want to meet us all
early!"
That produces a laugh.
"I know exactly what you mean," Mrs Thompson
tells me. Then she points at Andy. "He was one of the impatient ones. Two weeks
early."
Brian adds, "Yeah. Just like today. He was
up before the seagulls, and asking what time your plane was going to land."
"I wasn't being impatient!" Andy reacts. "Just,
maybe a touch excited to see Kurt again!"
"No! He was impatient!" Mrs Thompson tells
me. "He has a written list of everything that you two are going to do this week.
It was ready a fortnight ago, as if you were going to arrive the next day. I've
seen it. You're in for a busy week!"
"Prepared!" Andy corrects her. "Excited
and prepared!."
I'll bet that there are some things which
aren't on Andy's list! But, they would be at the top of the one in his head, or
if there was a version he didn't want his mother to see. LOL.
Between lunch and dinner, Andy and I walk in
the direction of the mall, then turn back. All the while we talk; about how
boring his school had been this term and about how un-boring my week with our
farm-stay guests was. I explain Anakin as we as I can.
"We have some `trans' people at school,"
he responds. "It seemed weird at first, seeing a mate come dressed in a girl's
uniform and two attractive girls appear as boys. But, everyone just treats them
as individuals now. Genders and pronouns don't matter much."
"Pronouns?" I ask. "What's that got to do
with things?"
"You know what pronouns are, don't you?"
he stops and stares at me. "In place of nouns."
"Of course!" I tell him. "But, what did
you mean? Pronouns don't matter. What pronouns?"
"Well, when we used to talk about Mike, we
used to say `he' and `him'. Now, as Michelle, we have to refer to ... that
person... as `she' and `her'. That's what she wants."
"OK," I say. "I suppose that it's harder
when you always knew Michelle as `Mike'. It was much easier for me with Anakin.
I never knew him as anyone else. His mother explained to Karl and me that `she',
Anja, wanted to be `him', Anakin. So, that was that!"
"Were there any problems?" Andy asks.
"Like taking showers or needing to stop somewhere to take a pee?"
"Not at all," I answer. "It all worked out
well. We did see his nice abs though. Like yours!"
Instead of taking hold Andy's hand, as I
feel like doing, I just give it a couple of nudges, then tell him the details
of the first night, and then about Anakin offering to jerk Karl off, after discovering
Jacko doing it with him.
"Did he do it?" Andy asks, now more
interested than earlier, and nudging my hand back, as though it is accidental
because we are walking so closely together. In case anyone sees us!
"Yep," I tell him. "And Karl told me that
he was pretty good at it too, and reckoned that he'd been practising on his aunts'
16-year-old son."
I'm not sure whether I should tell Andy
that Bjorn is coming to stay with us later in the year. So, I don't. Not yet.
After dinner, we have our showers and head
for Andy's room, with the claim of wanting to chat more and to just catch up. We
really can't wait to `get into it'!
I enjoy the feeling of Andy's body. All
over. His pecs. His abs. His hairs. His stiffness – longer than mine. His
balls. His firm backside. I've missed him!
We agree not to unload inside each other,
so that there will be no leakages in the morning.
The second single bed in Andy's room isn't
used until we are both exhausted. Thank goodness for spunk rags and tissues, otherwise
things could be extremely messy!
It's only the smell of breakfast that
wakes me! Then I see Andy, sound asleep, face-down. So, I get out of bed and
lay myself on him, which wakes him.
"Good morning, boyfriend," I tell him,
then kiss his neck.
"Smells like breakfast is ready," he says.
"Let's go and check out whether we have time for a shower first. Otherwise, we
can wait until they go to work, then take as long as we like!"
We
roll, and both plant our feet on the floor. Then stretch.
"I think that I need to wash my face and
hands in cold water on the way to the kitchen," I tell him. Then looking at the
massive tent in his own pjs, I add, "And
so do you!"
"So, what's on your agenda for today,
love," Mrs Thompson asks Andy, as we sit down.
"Firstly," he replies, "We're going around
to the beach to see if any of the guys are there and we'll say hello, so
they'll know that Kurt is already here, as I told them. Then we'll stroll down
to the mall and have a good look around. And Tom and Will have invited us to
lunch."
"Your mother and I both have early starts
today," Brian tells us. "Will you two be able to do the dishes after you've
finished breakfast, please."
"No trouble, Brian!" I tell him. "I've
been doing a lot of that lately. And was good having farm-stay guests to help."
"You can treat me like one of your
farm-stay guests," Andy says to me. "And, I'll be happy to give you a hand."
I read more into what Andy has said than I
reckon Brian and Mrs Thompson do.
After they leave, Andy and I clean up. Not
only the washing up, but the whole kitchen. Spick `n' span. Everything in its
place.
We head for the bathroom, turn on the
shower to warm up, then go back to strip off in Andy's bedroom. It's impossible
not to hug him and feel him all over. He's so handsome and clever and funny. I
love him so much!
Andy leads Junior back to the shower room.
I follow closely behind. LOL.
Andy and I both know where this shower is
going to finish. However, I want to have as much fun as I can beforehand! I hug
him from behind and enjoy the heat of the water on my head and running down my
face and my back as I lean in to Andy. Right in between his legs, which he
clamps hard around Junior.
He hands me the soap. I wash as much of
him as I can reach then allow the water to rinse him off.
We do this to each other for a while until
it's impossible to simply `play' any longer.
I kiss his neck.
"You go first," he tells me, and bends
forward slightly.
Lots of soap, and I push into him very slowly.
All the way. OMG. This feels so wonderful!
As I push Junior forward, Andy pushes his
glutes back onto me. We get a rhythm going.
When I start to feel the tingle, I stop.
"Wait! Now, you do it," I tell him, "Then,
we can spurt together!"
I love the feeling of Andy's body entering
mine. Pushing. Pulling back. He holds my hips and pushes hard. Fast and hard.
Long and slow.
"OK!" he calls. He pulls out then we face
each other and we jerk ourselves. He spurts first. Junior is too excited to
wait more than a couple of seconds longer.
We hug. We clean each other. We kiss.
The hot water is relaxing!
We put on shorts, T-shirts, and thongs, `flip-flops'
as some people call them.
We take the lift from Andy's place, on the
fourth floor, down to the ground, then stroll around a couple of corners and
head for the part of the beach near everyone's favourite dressing shed.
"They're not here," Andy tells me,
obviously a little disappointed. "Let's look in the dressing shed. Perhaps they
are having a shower."
He raises and lowers his eyebrows. `Having
a shower' means a bit more for these guys in this place! Like when Andy and I
have a shower.
There's nobody here, except a stray dog
that bolts for the doorway when he sees us.
"Maybe they were here earlier," Andy says.
"Oh, well, there will be other times to catch up with them."
We head back towards the mall, much keener
to look at the shops than we were yesterday, which was really just some walking
time to catch up on a few `essentials', like Anakin.
"I haven't bought you a present yet," I
tell him, "I've been saving my money. Let's see what we can find that you
like."
"I was waiting to see what you wanted,
too, before I bought you anything," Andy responds.
The crazy T-shirts are more interesting
than the shoe shop. But there is nothing in either that we really want.
Lots of women's clothing shops, two
hairdressers, various restaurant that aren't open yet, nothing interesting in
the newsagent's, and nothing of much value in the $2 shop.
It's too soon after breakfast to buy a
vegetable juice.
The Games Shop looks interesting. "Hi
Jarrod," Andy tells the shopkeeper as we stroll in.
"Hi Andy," he replies. "Long time, no see!
How long has it been? One day?"
Andy turns to me and explains. "A lot of
us kids hang out in here during the holidays. Jarrod lets us play any games
that we want to try." He looks at Jarrod. "Anything new?"
"Nothing since yesterday," he replies,
grinning.
Andy points out a few of his favourites,
but doesn't want me to buy any of them for him.
"See you, Jarrod," I tell him as we leave.
He's actually quite handsome!
We are heading for the mall exit when
something catches my eye in the jeweller's shop, as we pass it.
"That's nice!" I comment to Andy, pointing
to a two-strand necklace. "I've never seen anything like that."
"Yes," he answers. "Pity it's jewellery
for a woman."
"What do you reckon it's made from?" I ask
Andy.
"I'm not sure," he tells me. "I see white
and gold and black."
"Why don't we go in and ask?" I suggest.
He looks at me and grins.
Can he read my mind?
"Good morning, gentlemen," the lady greets
us. "How may I be of assistance?"
I speak up. "There's a two-strand necklace
in the window. White, black, and gold. We were wondering what it's made from."
She retrieves it from the window and
places it on the counter.
"Bone, brass and onyx," she tells us.
"Beautiful, isn't it?"
"Yes," Andy and I reply together.
She hands it to me, and, after examining
the beautiful workmanship, I pass it to Andy.
While we are admiring it, the lady says,
"It's made by a local craftsman. And he does them in single and triple strands
as well."
"Really?" I comment, more than ask.
"Ladies buy a triple-strand for a formal
occasion," she says, "And some men have bought a single-strand one."
Andy and I look at each other. Our
expressions ask the question, without needing words.
"How do you work out the length?" I ask.
"Too short would choke me, and too long, I'd look like my mother."
Did I just say `me' and `I'?
"Would you like to try it on?" she asks. "This
one is adjustable, and we can work out the best length for you."
It almost sounds as though I'm already buying
one!
I turn around and she places it around my
neck, then adjusts it.
"Look in the mirror," she tells me.
"Perfect!" Andy says. "It looks terrific
on you!"
"It just needs to be two white cylinders
shorter," the lady comments.
"May my friend please try it on too?" I
ask.
"Of course," she answers. She removes it
from my neck then places it on Andy, then says to me, "My, what beautiful
manners you have."
"Thank you," I tell her, and I feel myself
blush.
"Just one cylinder shorter for you," she says
to Andy.
"It looks terrific on you too," I tell
him. "Apart from the double-strand."
The lady stands, looking at us, saying
nothing.
"We've both just had a birthday," I tell
her to break the silence, "And we were wondering what to get each other."
"And my friend is only here for this week
and then he has to fly home, out west," Andy says to her."
"Where do you live?" she asks me.
"Two hours drive
west of Cunnamulla," I reply.
"Cunnamulla?" she says, looking surprised.
Then she comments, "My family lived there for about six months while my father
was shearing sheep." She hesitates. "I don't suppose you've come across a
family by the name of O'Sullivan?"
"Yes, I have, actually," I say.
She tells me, a little excited, "There was
a family named O'Sullivan that moved into the house across the street from us.
They had just sold a property much farther west. Their daughter was older than
I was, but she became my best friend. She and I, plus some of our other friends,
used to play skipping and hopscotch after school."
I'm not expecting this to be anyone I know!
That would be too much of a coincidence!
She continues, "But, then, you wouldn't
know her or her brother or parents. They probably moved on long ago, possibly by
the time that you were born."
"I might know somebody who might know
them," I tell her. "What were their first names?"
"I can't recall the parents' names," she
replies. "I just called them Mr and Mrs O'Sullivan. However, I'll always
remember Helen and John. Actually, now that I think about it, I'm sure that he
had the same name as his father, but people referred the dad as `Jack'."
I feel my mouth drop to fly-catching mode.
`Old Jack' O'Sullivan was the name of Helen's father!
"What's wrong?" the lady asks. "Are you
feeling all right?"
"Helen O'Sullivan you say?" I ask
cautiously.
"Do your parents know her?" she asks.
"Helen would be in her early thirties now. We corresponded for a while, but
then we lost track of each other after my family kept moving around to wherever
my father's shearing work took him, and Helen divorced her no-good,
gold-digging husband. Very sad!"
I'm feeling quite emotional!
"I actually know a lady who used to be
Helen O'Sullivan," I tell her. "But, she's now Helen Andersen."
"Married again?" the lady replies. "Well,
I hope that she's found a good one this time!"
I tell her, "If your friend is the same
person that I know, then yes, she's very happy, and she and her husband are
expecting twin girls within the next few weeks."
"May I ask a really big favour?" the lady
asks me.
"Of course," I answer.
"Would you please pass on my name and
contact details the next time that you meet Helen? Just in case she's the same
person."
She writes on a slip of paper and passes it
to me.
Then she apologises. "Oh, I am so sorry!
You came in to check out the necklace, not to talk about my schoolgirl
friends."
"That's OK," I tell her, then ask, "How
soon could you have one each made up for me and my friend? And, how much would
they cost?"
She tells us the price, and my heart takes
a nose-dive.
Andy sees my disappointment and says,
"Don't worry, I'm sure that Mum and Brian will make up the difference for us.
I'll ask them tonight."
"They could be ready in two days," the
lady tells us. "And if your parents use AfterPay or PayPal, you can have them
straight away and pay them off."
Andy and I look at each other. What a
wonderful pair of presents these would make for each other! "Let's do it!" he
tells me. I might even be able to rustle up the cash by then."
"What names shall I put on the order, with
the sizes?" the lady asks.
"I'm Andrew Thompson," Andy tells her.
"And my friend, here, is Kurt Andersen."
The lady starts to write the names down.
Then she stops. "Andersen?" she asks. "The same name as Helen's new husband?"
"Yes," I smile at her. "He's my Dad, and
Helen is now my step-mother." I add, "And, yes, I reckon that they have both
got themselves a `good one'."
She reaches for a tissue, dabs her eyes,
and blows her nose.
"And, these are birthday presents from you
to each other?" she asks.
"Yes," Andy and I say together, grinning
at each other, then at her.
"In that case," she replies, "I'm going to
give you the biggest staff discount that I can manage! In fact, it will just be
the cost that the craftsman charges me for them."
"But then, you won't make anything," I
tell her. "That's not fair."
"The value of possibly renewing my
acquaintance with Helen, is far greater for me," she says. Then, she reaches
for another tissue.
I really want to hold Andy's hand, as we
walk to Mr Grant's parents' place for lunch.
So, I do. I reach for his hand, interlock
our fingers, and give them a squeeze. Then I let him go.
"Hello, Mrs Grant," Andy and I both greet
her.
I add, "It's very kind of you to invite us
for lunch."
"Not at all," she replies. "It's my
pleasure."
"How is your mother, Andrew?" she asks
him.
"She's really good, thank you, Mrs Grant,"
he tells her. "And she asked me to pass on her best wishes to you."
Mrs Grant turns to me. "And I understand
that the stork will be visiting your house very soon now!"
I've heard that expression somewhere!
"Yes," I reply. "But I hope that it's not
while I'm away. I'd like to be there to see my two baby sisters."
"So, has it been confirmed?" she asks.
"That they will be girls?"
"Yes," I tell her. "That was settled
months ago."
I don't tell her that I knew before the
doctors confirmed it. There would require too many explanations!
"Hey, guys!" Will calls, coming down the
stairs two at a time. "I thought that I heard your voices."
We hug.
"Kurt. Andy." I hear. And Mr Grant joins
us. One step at a time.
We also hug.
I'm expecting a pat on the backside from
him, but this is obviously the wrong place and the wrong time for that.
"Hey!" Amelia greets us, and introduces us
to her friend, Beth.
There's no hugging. Not even handshakes.
Just smiles.
During lunch, Mr Grant asks about our
first farm-stay guests. I don't mention Anakin by gender or pronouns. Lol. Just
the activities that everyone enjoyed.
William tells us how much he misses
everyone at school and what he has been doing.
Mrs Grant asks a lot about Helen and her
twins (soon-to-be my sisters).
"Hey," Amelia says to Andy. "Beth and I
are going to the movies at the mall. Afternoon session. You two want to come
with us? Kind of like a double date."
Beth laughs, "Wow. Yes. Come on you guys. That
would be fun."
I'm not so sure.
However, Andy looks at me, smirks and then
replies, "Yeah. Sure. Why not!"
Mr Grant and Will both grin at me.
I'm suddenly feeling very nervous about
this! Going to the movies with two girls is not the same as seeing Star Wars
with my Mum and Ma and Pa and my brother!
"Come on, Kurt," Andy says to me. "Let's go
back to my place and put on some jeans and Polo shirts, and change into our
sneakers."
"So, who do you want to sit with?" Andy
asks me. "Amelia or Beth?"
"I was hoping to sit with you!" I tell
him. "But, I certainly couldn't sit with Mr Grant's little sister."
"OK," he replies. "You're with Beth, and
I'm with Amelia."
At the theatre, Amelia announces, "I'm
paying for everything. "Birthday presents for you both! Thomas told me."
Four tickets. A large tub of popcorn to
share, and choc-tops and a soft drink each. Both girls have Diet Coke. Andy wants
orange and I get a lemonade.
I don't know whether Amelia is actually
paying, or whether Mr Grant gave her the money.
"Thank you," Andy tells her, and gives her
a peck on the cheek.
I do the same. It's the first time that I
remember kissing a girl! Except at Dad and Helen's wedding, where just about
everybody kissed everyone else. Kissing Mum and Ma and Helen doesn't count!
Even though it's just a quick kiss on the
cheek, it's not the same as kissing Andy, and I feel Junior suddenly wake up.
Not now Junior!!
Beth and Amelia sit together, with me alongside
Beth and Andy next to Amelia.
Here I am at the movies with my boyfriend,
with two girls separating us! Ouch!
We eat our ice creams, sip on our drinks,
and pass the popcorn back and forth.
By the time the main feature comes on, we
all have both hands free, except for when the popcorn is being passed back and
forth.
About five minutes into the movie, I feel
a hand on my thigh. It is just above my knee but it is slowly creeping higher. I
wish that it was Andy's! OMG. What do I do?
No, Junior!
(to be continued)
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