I'd been friends with Gordon for a few years, we both joined the same football team when we were eighteen, and we did pretty much everything together.
His parents had divorced when he was an infant and he had been raised by his father in a very strict household. He rarely saw his mother but he had developed a loving relationship with his stepmother Vivienne, or Viv as she liked to be called.
Viv was in her late forties, long dyed black hair, quite large breasts, curvy hips and a smile that made you feel welcome.
Gordon had been babysitting for a couple of years now for a woman named Sally and when you heard him talk about her you could tell he was obsessed. To be fair she was an attractive woman, short blonde hair, slim figured. He'd often tell me how she'd get pretty flirty with him when she came home drunk from the pub, her ex long since out of the picture, but he'd never taken a chance on pushing it.
"She's maybe waiting for you to make a move?" I said during one of our chats about Sally.
He laughed nervously "Can't see it mate she's way out of my league"
"Perhaps she likes the thought of popping your cherry?" I said jokingly.
"Sod off" he said launching an empty coke can at me.
A couple of weeks later Gordon said he was again babysitting for Sally and did I want to go round to watch a movie. I agreed and turned up not long after eight. We trolled through a couple of old school video nasties, you know the ones, full of boobs and bums and some sicko getting his rocks off killing all the nubile young campers, and I realised it was almost midnight.
"Right brother time for me to h the road" I said.
"Yeah I thought Sally would have been back by now" he replied looking at his watch "Wonder how much longer she'll be?"
The sound of the front door opening cut short that wondering as Sally clumsily walked into the room, surprisingly accompanied by Gordons stepmother Viv.
