by S M Mala
‘Because what?’ she heard someone say, making her jump. ‘Have you really gone round the bend?’
Chloe was standing in front of her. Her hair messy, the skirt too short and slavered in make-up. Right now she resembled a doll which had been dressed and drawn on by a three year old child.
Bea tried not to smile.
‘To the best of my knowledge, you don’t go home for lunch and you’re not in the sixth form so what are you doing out?’
‘I had to get some fresh air.’
‘You can do that in the playground.’
‘It’s too noisy.’
Then Bea noticed she flicked a glance across the road.
Bruno was standing there with some of his mates and it was obvious why Chloe had walked out.
‘Go back into school,’ she said quietly, seeing the boys notice Chloe, then whisper. ‘He’s quite clever, Bruno, but a shit when it comes to girls. He even flirts with the elderly teachers.’
‘What? The men?’
‘No, not the men,’ giggled Bea, wiping her mouth with a paper napkin. ‘Mrs Brown and Miss Edwards.’ The next thing, Chloe had slumped herself on a chair next to Bea and looked miserable. ‘I’ll get into trouble if anyone sees me with you.’
‘He says he likes boys.’
‘Who does?’
‘Bruno.’
‘Really?’ Bea double blinked and discreetly looked across the road. ‘He never struck me as being gay.’
‘Oh, he’s not gay,’ she said, sitting up and leaning closer. ‘He says he’s finding himself.’
‘Is that so?’ Bea wondered if the young man was toying with her emotionally unstable charge. ‘And what do you think about that?’
‘He wants to suck cock, what can I do?’
Trying to think of something to say, there was no answer to that.
Bea smiled and pushed her cake towards Chloe.
‘I’m on a diet,’ the young girl replied, pushing it back. ‘I’m fat.’
‘You’re not fat.’
‘I need to slim down.’
‘Chloe, you’re now sixteen years old and perfect.’ Bea let out a disgruntled sigh. ‘Some of the girls in school are far too thin. They look ill.’
‘She said I’m heavy as well.’ Chloe’s eyes started to well with tears. ‘My mum says I’m packing some weight, in her lovely way, so I have to lose it.’
Now as hard as she could, Bea tried not to say anything but the fact the bitch mother had said something made her blood boil. It was obvious that Chloe was extremely sensitive and anything would set her off.
‘Don’t listen to her and certainly not to those stupid girls at school. Anyone can see they’re jealous because you’re clever, funny and pretty. All the boys adore you but you’re too busy pining for a boy who simply doesn’t appreciate you enough.’ Bea folded her arms in annoyance. ‘And believe me, I’ve been engaged to two men like that before.’
Chloe’s ears pricked up as the tears faded quickly.
‘Engaged?’ the child asked, pulling the plate towards her, breaking off a small piece of cake before putting it in her mouth. ‘What happened?’
‘I made the wrong choices based on desperation,’ she honestly replied. ‘I’ve learnt my lesson and it all worked out all right in the end.’
‘What did you do with the rings?’
‘Ah.’ Bea tried not to laugh. ‘I sold them and donated the money to charity.’ Then her smile slipped, knowing she gave all profits to the hospice that looked after her mother. ‘It went to a good place.’
‘And this man you’re seeing, what’s he like?’
‘How do you know I’m seeing someone?’
‘The girls were saying this fit dude was hanging around the school gates last week, waiting for you.’
‘Yes, that dude is my friend.’
‘Friend?’ Chloe took a big bite of cake. It was then Bea realised she probably sneaked out of school because she didn’t want to let the others see her eat. Her heart sunk in sympathy for the teenager. ‘Boyfriend you mean.’
‘He is my boyfriend but don’t go telling anyone.’
‘Are you in love?’
‘I am.’ She grinned, unable to stop. ‘And he’s a hard fish to figure out, a bit like young Bruno over there.’ The boy was constantly looking over at Chloe. It was obvious he fancied her but was either playing hard to get, or knew the problem of dating someone still in school uniform. ‘Don’t go throwing yourself at boys. It doesn’t help matters. What happened with Tyler?’ Biting her lip, she didn’t want to say she thought that girl was a slut and a half. ‘Isn’t he seeing her?’
‘She’s moved onto something else.’ Chloe removed the crumbs from her mouth. She had demolished the cake. ‘Rumour has it she’s dating a P.E. teacher from that Green School.’
‘Oh well, at least it isn’t a teacher in ours, which makes a change.’ Standing up, she looked at Chloe’s pretty and innocent face. ‘Have you prepped for your art exam?’ She was met with eyes rolling back into her head. ‘You better get the highest grade or else.’
‘Yes Miss,’ came the sarcastic reply.
‘And no getting into trouble between now and until the end of June, do you hear me? Chloe, you are a very smart young woman. Don’t muck this up because of boys. I expect to see you at school in September, as a sixth former, with the best grades ever.’
‘You really have high hopes.’
‘I could strangle her!’
They were lying in bed as Mylo tried to spoon her in a cuddle. ‘That child is talented but wilful.’
‘You’re not her mum.’
‘That’s because she’s too busy screwing some twenty two year old to notice how upset her child is. Chloe’s not concentrating.’
‘Concentrate on me.’ He turned her around and lay on top, his naked body pressing against her flimsy nightdress. ‘Look, you said she did really well in her art exam.’
‘After I dragged her to sit it.’
‘And you will drag her to every exam. That’s what you do.’
‘She is being bullied by some nasty girls and her mother doesn’t seem to give a shit about her. Plus the bloody headmaster wants to kick Chloe out. I won’t let it happen. And you know what this is down to?’
‘I can hazard a guess.’
‘A boy. Bruno is in the lower sixth and is toying with Chloe’s heart. I could kick his backside from here to kingdom come. And the fact he has been flirting with the gay guys at school is really winding Chloe up.’
‘How come?’
‘He says he’s finding himself. She might be sixteen but Chloe is a little immature. Bloody Bruno! Gay my arse!’
‘And why can’t he be gay?’
‘Because I’ve seen that Romeo with numerous of girls even before he sprouted facial hair.’ Bea bit her lip. ‘Unless he is gay, then that shit is going to break Chloe’s heart.’
‘Because he’s gay?’
‘No, because she’s got a crush on him and he’s making out he doesn’t want to know.’
‘Thank God I’m not a teenager,’ he sighed and rolled off her. Mylo then turned and looked at her quizzically. ‘Can you tell if a man or woman is gay?’
‘I have good gaydar.’
‘That’s a stupid expression!’ he laughed out, propping up on his elbows. ‘I hate it when people say that.’
‘I knew Erio was interested in men.’ Then she grimaced. ‘But he likes girls too.’
‘And you disapprove?’
‘I think it’s unfair to compete.’
‘Why is it a competition?’ Mylo wasn’t smiling and seemed concerned.
‘Because there must be a reason why a man would want to go with a man, when he has been with a woman. It could be that the woman didn’t satisfy his desires.’ Bea noticed him frown. ‘I don’t know.’
‘You obviously don’t,’ he mumbled and sat up. ‘We, as human beings, have to sometimes bend to our desires. We can’t live a life that others want us to. And peop
le do try different things; to discover what they want.’
‘If you tell me you’re into sadomasochistic behaviour and want to spank my arse, I’m going to have to slap you away.’
Mylo started to laugh and lay back on the bed.
‘Beatrice, did I tell you I love you today?’
‘Probably not.’ Then she grinned. ‘Your birthday is in a few weeks. Can I arrange for us to do something nice together that weekend?’ He nodded in response. ‘And I might have another surprise up my sleeve for the middle of July.’
She had been planning to take him to Ibiza for a weekend. Bea had spent weeks on her surprise and was going to give him the tickets on his birthday. If she had more money, she’d have done it for a week but hoped he would like her gift regardless. The place was five star with each room having access to their own pool and hot tub.
Mylo mentioned he had always wanted to go there.
It sounded perfect.
‘And it’s half term so I won’t be working the week before your birthday. We could really spend a lot of time together, if you don’t mind.’
‘I don’t mind’ He laughed out. ‘I think it’s wonderful being with you.’
‘Unless you want to go out celebrating with your friends,’ she added, trying not to show how happy she felt at spending time with him.
‘Why when I’ve got you?’
He was simply the best boyfriend in the world.
Bea grinned as she straddled him and he sat up, pulling off her nightdress then gently caressed her breasts.
He pulled her down and breathed on her neck, making her shake with delight before planting small kisses across her throat.
‘I love you so much, Mylo. Thank you for making me happy again. I’d given up all hope.’
‘Don’t say that.’ His hand caressed her cheek. ‘You must never give up on me, on love and especially hope. I love you. I’m happy and nothing is going to ever change that. Love me for who I am and have faith in me, that’s all I ask.’
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him gently.
The feeling of love overwhelmed her and there was nothing she could say.
But there was something she wanted to do.
Show him how much she cared.
She kissed all the way down his body, quickly getting to his semi erect cock and putting it in her mouth. It grew quite quickly between her lips, as she sucked and pulled at it, using her tongue and lips. Her eyes darted up and she saw his beautiful face. His eyes were closed and he looked in total rapture.
He was everything she wanted.
‘I want to make you happy,’ she heard him groan, as he pulled her up by the shoulders, turning her over.
Mylo stared into her eyes and slowly kissed her face, his hand travelling down until she saw him grab his shaft and push it in her. The sight was orgasmic and she came, feeling him shove hard inside.
Her mouth gently bit his arm and he was forceful when he thrusted.
Slow and long, until she panted and groaned, unable to take the teasing of her body.
All the time she heard the squelching of her juices. Grabbing his body and squeezing his arse, she wanted him to go harder until she could succumb no more.
And he knew her body so well, understanding what she wanted and how to please.
Then the speed picked up and it became intense.
She was sure she heard her spine gently crack due to the pulsating action between her legs.
The orgasm was very fast and vibrated through her body like strong waves.
Unable to stop the small scream from her lips, he covered her mouth, still humping her until her fanny was throbbing from delight and he came, groaning softly into her mouth.
His body shook and became taut as he pushed so hard, she thought it was impossible for him to go further in.
But he did, grinding the last second of his orgasm out of his body.
Mylo then whispered, ‘I’m going to screw you like that all night.’
And a man true to his word, he did.
‘A boy?’
Her father didn’t look too impressed as they sat for lunch in the Indian vegetarian restaurant the following Saturday. ‘Why?’
‘He’s not a boy, he’s a man,’ she replied munching on a samosa, feeling her cheeks burn. The look Bernie gave her was priceless. ‘I want to be happy.’
‘A man will not bring you happiness, only your father.’
‘Daddy!’
‘You’ve had two engagements and nothing came of it, though personally that Simon and Bob the builder weren’t good enough. And you knew it Beatrice!’ Her father eyed her with suspicion. ‘I told your mother so. But she, like you, was an incurable romantic.’
‘It’s Simeon and Jerry as you well know.’ Bea angrily bit into her food. ‘And you have no right to judge me. They were lovely men.’
‘Really?’ He looked at her, totally unconvinced. ‘Are you sure? Bethi, I know you weren’t happy and felt grateful for the attention.’
‘It’s Bea!’
‘I used to call you Beattie when you were little. Had I beat your bottom more often, maybe you wouldn’t have picked a poor standard of man.’ He grinned on saying it. ‘I think Bethi is endearing. You know my Krishna name is Bali. It means mighty warrior.’
‘Erm don’t you mean chicken balti,’ was all she could answer before scowling. ‘He’s very nice.’
‘Aren’t they all?’
‘You should be thankful that I’m not some sort of slapper.’
‘I’m grateful you are a wonderful child but that’s the problem. You are still a child in so many ways.’
‘I’m thirty-five!’
‘And how old is this boy?’ He pushed his plate away and looked unimpressed.
‘He is going to be thirty-seven in a couple of weeks.’
‘What’s wrong with him?’
‘What do you mean?’
‘He’s not been married before?’
‘No.’
‘Then something must be wrong with him.’
‘Daddy, you could say that about me!’ she laughed out loudly and was met with a blank expression.
‘Exactly.’
Sipping her rose wine, she glared at her father and looked around at the yellow walls of the restaurant which were making her eyes hurt. The sun shone through, making it a blinding effect if you focussed too closely.
The main course turned up. Three variations of vegetable curry, rice and dosa. This was a rice pancake her father loved and which she loathed.
‘I don’t want to meet him,’ her father suddenly said, sipping his water. ‘I’m not ready to deal with someone who will turn up and break your heart. No more engagements from now on.’
She dropped her fork onto the plate.
Suddenly she felt sick, realising he was always a tricky arsehole whenever she wanted something. It was down to her mother that men were actually allowed into the home, though none of them were ever permitted to stay the night.
‘He wants to meet you. I told him he shouldn’t,’ she said, trying not to get angry. ‘But I will tell him that you don’t think you can waste your precious time. At least you know what I’m up to.’
‘And how long have these shenanigans been going on for?’
‘Since December.’
‘Five months!’ her father exclaimed, slamming down his dosa. ‘And you’re telling me now?’
‘I don’t know why I bothered to tell you at all. All your high and mighty stuff; you’re still obstinate when it comes to being co-operative with my love life.’ Then she blurted it out. ‘You never told me for weeks that mum was ill so isn’t it any surprise I don’t tell you everything.’
‘That was different, Beatrice,’ he replied, lowering his voice. ‘It was our decision to keep it from you until we knew how severe it was.’
‘I’m not a child.’
‘You are our child and that’s what we decided.’
Angrily eating her food, she g
ot another glass of wine while watching her father frown.
‘I wish your mother was here, I really do,’ he grumbled, continuing to eat. ‘She’d talk some sense into you.’
‘She would adore Mylo.’
‘I thought that was a girl’s name.’
‘Stop being mean!’ she hissed. ‘Mummy would have been far happier than you about this!’
‘She’d be turning in her grave.’
‘Luckily she was cremated.’ There was a sharp pain across her forehead as Bea tightly closed her eyes, feeling a similar experience in her leg. ‘He really wants to meet you.’
‘No.’
‘No?’
‘You heard. No.’ Bernie defiantly looked at her and she wanted to slap him very hard. ‘And furthermore, I forbid you to see him again.’
‘Forbid me?’
‘What are you? A parrot?’
‘You forbid me to see the man I love?’ She let out a disgruntled sigh. ‘Are you mad?’
‘I think you’re the one that’s mad, not me,’ he replied, smiling sheepishly. ‘You will soon see the error of your ways. You need to focus.’
‘I need my mummy,’ she tearfully said, shaking her head furiously. ‘That’s what I really need.’
‘Beatrice.’ Her father suddenly looked upset. ‘I am now your mother and father. I miss her just as much as you do. But it is my duty to protect you and that’s what I’m going to do. You cannot and will not see this Mylo again. Do you hear me?’
‘I hear you but I’m not going to do it.’
‘Then I won’t speak to you.’
‘I see.’ Taking a deep breath, he was still a stubborn shit. ‘Fine. I’ll tell people both my parents are dead, which is effectively the truth, because since she died you’ve acted less like a father and more like a weirdo.’
‘Weirdo?’
‘Are you a parrot now?’
‘Don’t you be insolent with me, young lady! You’re not too old to be put across my knee and spanked.’
She put the glass to her lips, feeling her heart beat rapidly and her hand tremble. By holding on tightly to the wine, it was all she could do to stop throwing it at his head.
But that would be a waste of drink.
‘Daddy, I love him. Totally and utterly. If you want to be childish, that’s up to you. And if it gives you joy to split the family up, there’s nothing I can do. I’ll keep in touch at Christmas and your birthday but will avoid speaking to you if our paths cross. If you do see me with Mylo, ignore us. He won’t know you’re my father as you would not have met. And I won’t say who you are.’
