We set our bikes
against a hedge and went over and watched the peacocks. Milka stood beside me commenting on how dowdy the peahens were compared with the males. She had wanted to take me up to her room for *** but her mother came back from town sooner so we couldn't and after a short time talking to her mother we left the farmhouse. Had she come back fifteen minutes later she would have caught us in bed together Milka said and God I hate to think about that. The peacocks paraded proudly. The dowdy females walked past us unimpressive. The last time we had *** in her room her mother had gone further and her father was on the farm and her brothers gone fishing. After the peacocks we rode to the river and lay out bikes behind trees and sat and talked and kissed. The conversation was mainly about what we missed.
Milka was ready
when I called to take her out (usually she lounged in bed until late). Her mother smiled when I went into the Farm House. Milka said her goodbyes and we rode our bikes to some haunt I used to know. It was a fair ride, but the weather was fine and going the back roads wasn't too busy. The place hadn't changed much: still the pond surrounded by bushes and trees. We parked our bikes and walked down to the side of the pond and sat on the grass. Ducks swam on the water; fish under the water. Why does my mother always smile when you come? Milka asked. Don't know; guess she likes me, I said. She stared out at the pond. It was calm: sun filtered down through the high branches. I don't like it that she smiles at you, Milka said. I dont ask her to smile, I said. She lay down on the grass; I lay next to her. Who did you come here with? She said. An old girlfriend, I replied. What happened to her? Nothing happened to her. So why aren't you with her? We fell apart. Why? I didn't know why, so couldn't say. We just did, I said. I gazed at her her profile was kissable. She turned and gazed at me. Her eyes were full of questions. Did you and she do things here? She said suddenly. No, of course not, I replied (knowing I lied). That's o.k. then, she said. She slowly leant forward and we kissed. Close your eyes, she whispered, lovers close their eyes. I closed my eyes and I assumed she did too. I remembered, lying there, what my old girlfriend and I did do.
They went and saw
an Elvis film, then went back to his place for coffee, and he played her some of his Elvis records. She wanted to go up to his bedroom, but the family were in the other room watching TV, and it would have been a risk if his younger brother came up and caught them in the room. No where to go, she said, my mother is rarely out and if she is out you are at work. He looked at her taking in her neat ***** and full figure. Wish we could, he said, but too risky here. So they rode their bikes back to her place and laying the bikes against the fence went into the farm house. Her mother was preparing dinner looking hot and bothered. She gazed at him and said: want some dinner Benny? He declined saying his mother would have got him some at home. Milka kissed him while her mother's back was turned and both of them burned.
Milka lay on her bed.
The window was open to let in air on the warm summer's night. Moonlight in a corner, few stars visible from where she lay. The soft pillow held her head in a gentle hug. She had discarded her nightwear, and lay naked gazing at the full moon. Benny had been there earlier that day. They had been in this very bed making love. Now she was alone. Her parents were downstairs watching TV, she could hear the distant sounds in her head. She and Benny making love while her mother was out shopping and her father on the farm, and her brothers gone fishing. She was hot. Sweat lay on her wet brow. She wished that Benny was with her in her present now.
I had bought
the Kissin' Cousins LP by Elvis and I played it on the record player. Milka sat beside me on my bed in my room. My parents and siblings were downstairs watching TV. After the third song she said it's not a big bed is it. No smaller than yours I said. But it looks smaller she said. My brother's small bed was opposite near the window. We couldn't here be too risky with them downstairs she said. We can kiss and hug and that sort of thing I replied. But then we get carried away and one thing leads to another she said. Elvis sang on Milka was in a mood. The two coffees were getting cold. Maybe next time we could go to your place I said. My mum's hardly ever out and she'd not let us in my room together she said. We did the other week while your mum was out shopping and your dad was on the farm and your brothers fishing I said. Yes but that was a rare thing for them all to be out she said moodily. Elvis stopped and I watched the disc go around around and we made no other sound.
A BOY AND GIRL IN 1964
I cycled to the farmhouse
where Milka lived. After resting my cycle by the fence I walked to the front door and knocked. Her mother opened the door. She smiled and welcomed me in. She said Milka was in the bath and offered me a cup of tea. I sat at the kitchen table and watched as she walked around preparing the teapot and arranging three cups and saucers. I studied her the way she moved her hips and how warm she seemed. She turned and asked me how I was. I said I was fine taking in her ample ******* and the colourful apron she wore. She turned again and I breathed in the air the smell of bread and the logs burning on the Aga and her motherly milky smell. I wondered how long Milka would be and how she looked in the bath with nothing on wishing I could go up and wash her back and front. Her mother put the cup and saucer in front of me and sat down opposite and offered me biscuits from an open tin. I smiled at her and she talked about Milka her eyes on me large and liquidy like small seas. I pictured myself a few weeks before in front of Milka on my knees.
A BOY AND HIS GIRLFRIEND'S MOTHER 1964
is out shopping but Benny can't come around as he has to work as do my brothers. I am left alone in the house. I lay on my bed staring at the sky through the window. It is a warm morning I can hear birdsong and cows moo from the farm. Why did Benny have to work now of all times I muse. I remember that time when he came and my mother had just gone out shopping and we made love on my bed. This bed where I lay now and even though I knew my mother had gone out shopping there was an odd thrill that she might come back and it added to the excitement. But she didn't and Benny had just gone when she drove back in the car with the shopping. I ought to get up and wash and dress but I want to lay here a bit more and imagine Benny is here and he's beside me now and undressed and we kiss and touch. I sense the electric run through me and I want him and we do. But of course we don't. I lay alone staring at the sky listening to birdsong and cows moo not making love and nothing to do.
A GIRL ONE MORNING 1964
Milka and I
rode our bikes to the old pond I used to go to years before. We rested our bikes down in the long grass out of sight. We lay in the grass by the pond and lay on our backs looking at the midday sky with white clouds and warm sun. This is where you used to come with an old girl friend of yours didn't you? she said. Yes few years ago I said. I turned on my side and looked at her lying there. What was she like? Milka said. Well she wasn't old we were just 14 then and she was nice and we had a thing for a while I said. Why did you come here? she said. So we could be alone together I said. What did you do? Milka said. Lay by the pond and watch the ducks and swans and kiss I said. Is that all? Milka said. Yes I lied of course. I wish my mum'd gone out today then we could have gone to my room and did things she said but no she was going later with Dad then my brothers will be home from fishing or it will be too risky if they're not. I kissed her forehead then her lips. She embraced me and I lay beside her. Birds flew overhead a blackbird sang a pheasant called. We were too engrossed in what we were doing to lay and listen or watch the midday sun on the pond skin glisten.
A BOY AND GIRL IN THE COUNTRY 1964
Milka's mother turned Benny on. He'd go there on Saturday mornings to wait for Milka to take her out some place and her mother'd get him tea and toast and talk in that warm motherly voice of hers. He'd sit there watching her seeing how full her ******* were through her top. How smooth her hips moved when she moved about the kitchen. He liked the scent she wore it reminded him of that actress he'd walked past in London as a kid with his old man. Now Milka came down stairs after getting herself washed and dressed (her mother having insisted) and sat at the table next to Benny and he drawing his eyes back in from her mother and on Milka. How's it going? he asked. All right Milka said eyeing her mother who was busy about the breakfasting. You took your time her mother said Benny's been here sitting patiently waiting for you. Benny put on his innocent smile and tucked away her mother's fruits and scent as if he never seen them or the smell not heaven sent.
A BOY AND HIS GIRLFRIEND'S MOTHER IN 1964.
Your mother calls
just as you have finished dressing Benny's here she calls up won't be long you say looking at yourself in the dressing table mirror Benny is early you dab a wet finger over your eyebrows bet Mum's chatting him up like she does you muse flicking back your hair bet she fancies him herself you muse frustratedly you look around your room the bed tidy you thinking of the other Saturday when your mum was out shopping Benny was there and you and he were going at it great hurry up up there your mother calls again you sigh and open your bedroom door and go down stairs just coming you say and into the kitchen where your mother is at the side preparing toast and tea and Benny sitting in a chair with his hazel eyes and brown hair.
A GIRL ONE SATURDAY MORNING 1964