“Speak for yourself,” I replied, brushing myself down. “It’s not that long ago since I was their age.”
Fin took my hand with a smile. “I suppose we should head back and get out of these wet clothes.”
We walked in silence, but there was no denying the air of expectancy that had built by the time we reached the house. Nervous, I dug in my pocket for the door key and my hand shook as I tried to get it in the lock.
“Let me,” Fin said, and taking it from me, he let us both into the house.
The door closed behind us, but neither of us spoke as we took off our coats and boots. As we turned to look at each other, I knew I wanted Fin and going off his expression, I could see he wanted me in return. For the first time in I didn’t know how long I felt beautiful and rather than wait for him to make the first move, I simply reached up and pulled his face towards mine. I moaned in pleasure as our lips merged and tongues entwined, our mouths only parting as we desperately pulled T-shirts and jumpers over each other’s heads. Fin steered me towards the wall until my back pressed against it and as we kissed once more, one of his hands slid under my bra to caress my breast. With my body aching for more, my hand eagerly searched for Fin’s jean zip and undoing it, I slid a hand inside the denim, feeling his penis, hard in my palm.
“Oh God,” he said, taking a sharp intake of breath.
“Your room or mine?” I asked, desperate to feel him inside me.
The front door flew open and like two rabbits in headlights, Fin and I froze as we looked at each other.
“What the hell’s going on here?” a voice said.
“Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” said another.
Recognising who they belonged to I cringed, wanting the ground to swallow me whole. Fin’s eyes drilled straight into mine. I could see he was trying not to giggle as he un-cupped my breast, while at the same time I discreetly pulled my hand out of his trousers.
We both slowly turned our faces towards the intruders and taking in their bright red jackets, thick black belts, and matching Santa hats, I knew Fin would be more surprised than me to find Mother and Father Christmas looking back.
“Mum, Dad,” I said, trying to raise a welcoming smile. “What are you two doing here?”
25
With Mum and Dad safely ensconced at the kitchen dining table, Fin and I hastily put our clothes back on. I couldn’t believe Mum and Dad had just burst in like that. Or that they knew I’d be home. I couldn’t believe Vee would drop me in it when she’d promised to keep quiet.
“Well this is awkward,” Fin said, stretching his T-shirt over his head. “And a little bit embarrassing.”
“How do you think I feel?” I asked, keeping my voice down as I put my jumper on. “As if catching us at it isn’t bad enough, the first time you meet my parents and they come dressed as a pair of Santa knock-offs!”
Fin held my gaze, biting down on his lips, before we both creased with laughter.
“It’s not funny really,” I said, trying to pull myself together.
“Oh, it is,” Fin replied, as he tried to control his giggling.
“Ready?” I asked.
Fin zipped up his jeans.
I looked down at my own attire, checking I was also fully decent in the clothing department. I took a deep breath to compose myself before turning to leave, but Fin stopped me in my tracks.
“Hang on a minute,” he said. Suddenly serious, Fin stepped towards me, cupped my cheeks with his hands, and pulled my face towards his.
As his lips met mine, I did nothing to resist his kiss, choosing instead to enjoy the moment.
“What are you doing out there?” Mum asked, cutting it short.
Fin pulled back and looked me in the eyes. “I am now,” he whispered.
As Fin released his hold, I stood there for a second to gather myself. “Okay. Let’s do this,” I said, leading the way to the kitchen.
We entered to find Mum and Dad sat side by side, like two people waiting for a bus on their way home after a fancy-dress party. They stared straight ahead and taking in their blank expressions, I dreaded to think what was coming.
As if reading my thoughts, Fin put a comforting hand on my arm.
