A Fresh Kick Up The Pants [MF]

There it is was – the mockup of the glass castle. The scene was set in September 1980 during the sessions for the “Ship to Shore” album. It was the first time Stephen and I had worked together so closely. So close we became involved in something akin to phone sex. Without the phone and with it being face to face with no physical contact whatsoever. Naughty Kitty and Stephen! When I think about it now, of course, it was something we shouldn’t have done. As I watched on, I found it so intense. A tear rolled down the side of my face. I walked away for a break and my phone rang…

*”Good afternoon, Minnie.”*

*“I would hate to be annoying, but are you okay, Kitty?”*

*“Oh, my…Lucas Botham is so Stephen Wilcox. Jonquil reacts to Lucas the same way I react to Stephen. I have often wondered…does Jonquil see in these men what I saw in mine?”*

*“Probably not, they are just acting. Acting must be so hard. All this pretend and you may not even like the person. May not even be attracted to him. Does Jonquil have a type?”*

*“Yeah, I think she does. Not like me though. Jonquil has had many a date. She is rather fond of the surfer dude set.”*

*“I was thinking the other day about Juniper. I didn’t want her dating until she was sixteen yet I was far more lenient with the boys. So unfair.”*

*“Maybe I am a hard parent but I didn’t allow my children to date seriously until they were sixteen at all. I am sure they did things behind my back but I was the same with my parents. I didn’t tell my parents about my night of cherry popping with Seth. The first they heard of it was being told such a thing by Trevor. Dad just tossed that thought over his shoulder.”*

*”We like our musicians…and athletes!”*

I emerged from the production office. The shoot for the day was wrapped up. I saw my son Jim heading towards me. He was rather worried about his Ma.

*“Are you okay? I know it is hard to watch at times. But doesn’t it get boring and tedious with all the takes we have to do?”*

*“No. I love watching it unfold. I can’t explain it, really. To be observing my own life. Just
amazing.”*

Everybody was keen to get away. Except for one. Lucas Botham…he called me over.

*“Ma, I think Lucas has been very keen to get you alone.”*

*“Ta.”*

I became nervous.*“There you are. Hiding are we?”*

*“I had to take a phone call. I am finding at times, it is like confronting the past again. Now I remember I was not used to using my voice to sing. Stephen took me out for dinner. The day had marked ten years since he came and surprised me in London.”*

*“You and Stephen had so many eerie coincidences with dates and times. Born on the same day at the same time, three years apart.”*

*“Yeah, we were always like that. Old kindred spirits. I remember sitting under a bridge, holding that cassette tape. Weeks later, I was at his house. Walls of pristine white and a
feeling of sterility yet the studio was alive with colour. There were bold little flashes of love there and we more or less made love with our voices. I drove to the peninsula the following morning. I sat in my car with a cup of coffee wondering how I went from being a mother of four to his pet. So naughty of us.”*

*“I can’t believe I get to stand here with you. You are so open about those experiences. Well now that today is over, how about coming back to my part of town for a drink with me?”*

*“Should I be doing that?”*

*“I think you should, I imagine Stephen would encourage it.”*

*“He would. Come on. Let’s go then!”*

We got into a taxi. I figured if I was going to be having drinks, there would be no way to drive home and my Corvette would be safely undercover at the studio.

*“So…how does a new and upcoming actor swing such a posh postcode and a sweet
spot?”*

*“Well, I rent. In fact, I am currently house sharing with Jock, Eric and my brother Tim. Now when I graduated, I didn’t have time off. I auditioned for Joseph in the summer of 1994. As soon as I graduated, I was on stage a month later and the pay was pretty good. Eric was getting a good whack with his random roles. It is perfect really – five kilometres equidistant to both the studios and acting school. I am very fond of my beachside walks in the morning. I didn’t grow up near the sea.”*

*“I know you came from inland but how did you come to be at the same high school as my
children?”*

*“I was fourteen when the family moved here when my mother was unwell. When I
started at acting school, I was in a shithole of a flat with Jock. Then the current house
came up. And yeah, I moved into that at the start of 1994. I like that it is rather close to the local hotel. I do think the bar there is rather groovy.”*

*“Groovy is such an old word. There are times where I swear I see pieces of someone born in
1945 in your speech. Yet you are a 1972 vintage aren’t you?”*

*“Indeed, birthday was in February. February 16. And yeah my speech is peppered with older not so cool words. I wouldn’t say I was eccentric by any means but distinctive nonetheless.”*

*“And other than Stephen desiring it, why would you want to have a drink with someone who is twenty-four years older than you?”*

*“I want to get to know you better. I mean, I am playing a man you have been devoted to since you were eighteen…”*

*“Devote is a strong word, Lucas.”*

*“It is, but it is true. Yes, I want to get you know you better and not just in a professional setting. You are someone I have been interested in for a long time. I remember that song you did with Prince came out when I was a teenager…oh Ms Tune, you are blushing. That is so incredibly
cute.”*

*“Oh dear. You are making me…”*

*“Blush! Who needs rouge in your case. Oh look we are here now. Come with me.”*

I felt like a teenage girl. Given his youth, there was every chance he would have seen me in my various incarnations in several bands. I had worked with Prince, David Bowie, Elton John, Queen and Ringo Starr – I was never credited with my actual name, it was always some nom de plume. Then, of course, there was those who knew me from TV shows and dirty magazines…

The interior of the hotel was one of light, open air and fish tanks. One may well call it gaudy but this is like the area was like. We were assigned a booth along with a bottle of champagne. The similarities between him and Stephen were startling. Stephen was a merlot drinker but he then made the switch to champagne after the triplets were born.

*“Oh wow, Moët and Chandon. That stuff is luxurious.”*

*“Indeed it is, and I thought it was fitting for the occasion. So cheers to us.”*

*“Cheers. Well, what are we cheering for?”*

*“Ms Tune, I find you inspirational. You are so incredibly strong despite what you have been
through. I have seen the newspaper articles, the magazines and all the speculation on your
private life. I am in a better position to understand it than most. Stephen has told me a lot. You were brave to tell me what your ex-husband did…do you mind if I ask you some questions?”*

*“Why would you need the answers?”*

*“Because I want to get to know this fragile creature before me.”*

*“Ask away then.”*

*”Did you ever think of pressing charges against him?”*

*“I should have. He came very close to violating me. He took some of my things. He burnt my diaries.”*

*“Burnt your diaries? The ones you used to write your memoir?”*

*“Yes. He was very lucky he didn’t get the ones I am going to use to write the next book.”*

*“Just as well I don’t see him on set otherwise I would knock his block off. What a prick.”*

*“I find something rather comforting about being around you. I trust you won’t go and spill the beans about much personal information.”*

*“I wouldn’t. Such things are not public knowledge until you deem otherwise.”*

I spent two hours talking to Lucas about all sorts of random crap. Stories of university times, stories about Jonquil. Luke had known her for years, they went to school together; the above problems with husband, talk of polyamory and complex issues of love. It was an illuminating conversation helped greatly by two bottles of wine. Overcome with tiredness, Lucas’s sentence trailed off…he noticed I had a tear running down my face.

*“Ms Tune…what is wrong?”*

I was forever being asked what was wrong. Everything?

*“I screwed up. I loved my ex-husband dearly. I even loved him when I shouldn’t have. Now I cannot even bear to look at him. Not now. Probably not ever. I no longer have my position in the band, because god knows what is happening with my music career. I really need to grow some balls. My life ultimately still revolves around sex, and well sex just fucks things up!”*

*”You are not a screwup. If I thought you were, I wouldn’t have taken that great achievement of yours and turned it into a new reality. This is quite possibly the most important thing I will ever do. This is just the icing on the cake.”*

“I still feel like myself confidence has been shot to pieces by him. If it does such a good
job of stuffing things up, who in their right mind is going to fuck me?”*

*“I would.”*

*“Would you fuck me?”*

*“That sounds like a proposition, Ms Tune.”*

No words were said for a minute. Lucas grabbed my hand…firm much like Stephen.

*“Come with me, Flower.”*

Next thing you know, I was in the elevator with this much younger man, quivering in
anticipation. Oh my gosh, Kitty. What have you done? We made it to his place, the door was
opened and no sooner had it shut, I was up against the wall on the opposite side. The past just called, it is 1967 all over again. Here was hoping the boys weren’t home. The thump very well startled me and once again, I was questioning my decision here. Who in their right mind says “fuck me” to a man who is young enough to be your son? He hitched my dress up and then I had yet another moment of clarity. I had to stop.

*“Lucas…I don’t know if we should be doing this. At all.”*

*“It is not like you to question your morals now, is it Ms Tune?”*’

*“I don’t question my morals yet I question my sanity. I did ask the question…”*

*“So Ms Tune…did you want to go the whole way with me?”*

*“Yes…fuck me…”*

My dress slipped off and there were my boobs falling out everywhere. He managed to remove
my bra with perfect ease. His lips were so incredibly soft. He tasted like strawberries…something sweet, new and exciting. Kiss, kiss, kiss as I laid back on the bed and felt his hand on my thighs.

*“Wow, I do like a pair of simple black cotton panties.”*

I didn’t know how to respond. Other than I was really pleased I didn’t go with a granny beige pair. Whilst everyone assumed I wore lace and pretty all the time, I don’t. Such things are not practical on a day to day basis. Then he slipped his hand inside my panties. It didn’t take long. I was pretty wet already. Not too bad for an old bird, right?

*“Oh my, Ms Tune…you are natural down there.”*

I was mortified. I had assumed he meant the fact I did indeed have a bush at the time.

*“Oh…you are making me blush. Should I have…?”*

*“Quiet, Ms Tune. I like the bush. I like it a lot. I want to go down on you. But I think that is just too forward.”*

He slipped a finger into my pussy and I pushed down hard.

*“So all the rumours are true then.”*

His hand was removed and he paused…

*“Excuse me while I get a rubber.”*

Wait a minute, was it raining outside? I often found at moments of acute sexuality I would spend perhaps not even a minute thinking about something not even remotely sexual. I likened it to a dampener. Just so I wouldn’t boil over too quickly and it felt like he had gone for a while. I was worried. Maybe I turned him off. Not so fast. He came back.

*“Why don’t you stand up for me?”*

I couldn’t believe how compliant I was. I was completely naked bar my black cotton panties.
Lucas stood right behind me, with his cock stabbing my backside.

*“One wrong move, Botham and it is over.”*

*“I know what I am doing.”*

I could feel what he was doing. He was thrusting his cock in between my thighs. I honestly could not remember the last time I had done that. Perhaps it was at university in the days just before I met Stephen. Back then I was not impressed with such an act. But I was finding this was a major turn on.

*“My, Lucas…you feel so…hard.”*

He started caressing my breasts. Every single patch of skin on my body was alive. I couldn’t
quite believe I was in this tango. The crotch…what an awful word…part of my underwear was rather damp and rubbing against my pussy. It was a subtle way of stirring my pot. I wanted more. I really did. But I was not going to ask for it. I thought I had gone in over my head already, asking him to fuck me. Every minute or so, the thought seized upon me that I was being inappropriate. I laughed.

*“Are you finding this amusing, Ms Tune?”*

*“A bit.”*

At that moment, his cock had slipped inside the boundaries of my panties, leaving my cunt to be directly simulated by his penis. A shaft in between my lips, making my clit sing. I know I can be overly poetic but one had to wonder where he learnt this. His hands had sufficiently warmed whilst twisting nipples. It was hard and the slightest bit painful in a good way. As he was licking my earlobe, the giggles broke out again…

*“Are you ticklish, Pet?”*

*“Pet?”*

*“Sorry…”*

I couldn’t answer his question properly because I had an orgasm. He continued to play with my ear; he continued to get me between the thighs. I had to beg him to stop.

*“Take your underwear off and lie down.”*

I obeyed. He lifted my legs and my ass to get the panties off and before I knew it, there I was stark naked before a man much younger than myself. I hadn’t felt that exposed in years.

>Funny how love is everywhere just look and see

>Funny how love is anywhere you’re bound to be

>Funny how love is every song in every key

>Funny how love is coming home in time for tea

>Funny funny funny oh

>Funny how love is the end of the lies

>When the truth begins tomorrow comes

>Tomorrow brings tomorrow brings love

>In the shape of things

>That’s what love is that’s what love is

Yeah, a Queen song entered my mind right at that moment. I did notice the poster of the cover of “Queen II” when he had me up against the wall. In my conversations I had had with him, it was obvious he had idolised Freddie Mercury from day one and his voice had almost just as much punch to it.

He fucked me. Oh, his cock filled me up something shocking. It was one hot, sweaty mess. The ferocity of it caught me off guard. He smelt different. He kept running his fingers over my lips. They went in my mouth, and we were all over each other. It lasted…a long time. Youth. Stamina. As my boys got older, things slightly quickened though there were ways and means of slowing it down. There were certain occasions ripe for long courses of lovemaking. But I was not being made love to…sort of…I knew it was not Stephen. Lucas had a firm body. Stephen did have that once he was not one to obsess over his physique. He had just the slightest bit of tummy and I adored that. But Lucas’s skin was smooth and the sparse hairs on him were dark. I don’t know what happened. I went from being professional to being almost prostitute in the space of a few hours.

What a thrill it was too. It felt so illicit…he was twenty-four to my forty-seven. What a fresh kick up the bum. I was to orgasm for a second time, moments before he did. I tried holding on for dear life but instead, I left scratch marks on his backside. I was bathed in sweat on what was a rather cold day.

The rain had stopped. The light had gone. It was dark and it was rather late. I looked down at my watch and the digits beamed out 8 p.m. What the hell – I know we got back to the hotel around five. What a long afternoon and evening. All for very good reasons. Then came that awkward post-coital moment. He had disposed of the protection and I wrestled about trying to get myself back in order. Scratches on his backside when he was supposed to be filming. Though in reality, Stephen ended up with the same on his backside. Sex was that intense.

*“You are not going to behave differently towards me now, are you?”*

He scared me. I put my glasses back on and tried not to look like I just had sex.

*“No, and I don’t expect you to treat me differently either. I didn’t expect this. I don’t know what overcame me. I am sorry actually.”*

*“Don’t be. It was probably a release you needed. I needed it too. It is…arousing to film this thing.”*

*“I bet it is. I lived it. It has been pretty remarkable so far. Do you enjoy working with my daughter?”*

*”I do. You two are very similar yet very different. You have wisdom on your side. I am not saying you are old…”*

*“I feel fucking old right now. You are young enough to be my son. My Jim is the same age as you.”*

*“Oh be quiet. Go tidy yourself up. Come with me.”*

As I opened the bedroom door, I walked straight into Jock Laverne. Oops?

*“Oh there be the merry lovers. I heard a rumour Ms Tune was not quiet. I now know this to be true. Well Botham, I don’t think many can say they bonked the woman who was on the bedroom
wall posters until last year.”*

I giggled.

*“So what if she was loud. If I can quote Stephen Wilcox… that sweetness shouldn’t be made fun or be embarrassed because she got laid!”*

*“Holy hell, you are making me blush again, Luke!”*

*“When you blush, it is damn cute….now I think I may have possibly had a bit too much wine to drive you home. I will call a cab. But do you mind if I get a photo of you right now, of us two? I want some permanent reminder that this happened. I just so happen to own a Polaroid camera.”*

*“Fine!”*

The giddiest of smiles because yeah, it is not every day you get to bonk your pop star crush.

*“Don’t go showing that off to everybody. ‘Luke, chances are you will never work in this town again. Because you slept with the writer’. I can imagine it now.”*

*”Who is the writer, you or I?”*

*“I wrote it first. You adapted it. You did a perfect job of adapting it too. I can imagine the conversations I actually had were very close to the verbatim you are producing…and of course, certain conversations, I remember word for word.”*

*“Downstairs in ten minutes, Flower.”*

*“Ok, sweetheart.”*

Ugh. What the hell was I doing, calling him sweetheart? Lucas was truly gorgeous. I felt so alive right there and then but I was exhausted. I had a very quick shower and got back into clothing that now felt inappropriate. I giggled again. Back downstairs I went and there was Lucas waiting. He showed me the Polaroid.

*“If I was to die tomorrow at least I could die being relatively happy I had met you. And here is the proof.”*

I gave Lucas a peck on the cheek.

*“You made my dreams come true, Kitty. In many ways. Please keep coming to watch us film. It pushes me to try my best.”*

*“I will. It is addictive to watch. You and all the others are doing a fantastic job. Hard to tell the difference between reality and fantasy sometimes.”*

*“Well it is very real, Kitty. Trust me. I didn’t do this to score points or to make myself feel
better. Or to make you feel better. There is a mutual attraction there. Will you tell your guys about what happened?”*

*“I cannot hide such a thing from them, Lucas. They see right through me.”*

*“I bid you good night, I know you need to get home.”*

We went outside and the rain had cleared. It was wet and cold. The taxi was waiting. As I was about to get in, he planted me with another kiss. I didn’t rebuff it of course. It was lovely!

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