Vix's Licks Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

Vix's Licks Pt. 02

... never easy to make sense of your feelings in your late teens. I was confused myself back then. A hooker though?' She shook her head, 'You know you could have spoken to us much earlier, don't you? We are always here.' Dad nodded. I'd never seen him so speechless.

'So, you haven't had any other boyfriends... or girlfriends....in all this time?' Mum continued. Apart from the... sex worker?

I shook my head. The situation seemed ridiculous, now the story was in the open, but that didn't stop me from feeling defensive of Olivia. I didn't like her being called by names that made her seem sordid. 'Her name is Olivia.'

Mum was dismissive, 'Her name doesn't matter, she...'

I cut her off; 'Yes it does matter. She's a real person, a wonderful person. When you talk about her you should use her name, not "the hooker" or "the sex worker"...'

'O - K,' Mum said, slowly, 'I can see she meant a lot to you, but that wasn't healthy or natural. You need to put it behind you and move forward. It's alright if you're gay, honey, but you need to form real relationships.' She took my hand and looked at me. 'I'm sorry Olivia hurt you, really I am. I wish you'd spoken to us earlier.' Turning to my dad, she said, 'I told you I thought she might be gay, didn't I?

Dad just pulled a face and shrugged his shoulders. He still hadn't said a word. 'Dad, are you OK?' I asked.

'Yes Pet, I'm OK. I'm sad about what happened with Olivia, same as I'm sad anytime something hurts my little girl, ...

... but I don't mind if you prefer girls to boys, just as long as you are happy.'

I got up and went to hug him, and his strong arm went around my waist and squeezed the breath out of me.

Mum smiled, 'It's always hard, navigating your first steps into relationships -- boy, could I tell you some stories -- but you gotta remember we are here for you, Vix. You don't need to pilot it all alone.' I went to hug her too. I'm very lucky to have parents like these. Open, non-judgemental, supportive, and also up for a bit of fun as well.

'Remind me to ask you about those stories you mentioned, Mum,' I said cheekily, with a little grin.

'Maybe one day, if you're good.' She said, smirking.

'More coffee?' I asked, then went to grapple with the Gaggia.

***

After a week, my heartache had eased slightly. I still had a pang of grief and sadness whenever I thought of Olivia, and I think that might always be with me, to some extent, but I was definitely on the mend. I was looking forward to this Speling Eror gig, and seeing Roo the drummer.

The gig was in a big converted warehouse, in Battersea, southwest London, which rejoices in the name "Almacén". It's a venue with a capacity of 300+ but it was far from full when I arrived there with my dad, and Ed, our "drumming consultant". There was a support act playing when we arrived, so we got some drinks and listened to them for a while.

Dad was recognised a few times, and even had to sign a couple of autographs. He never hogged ...