Doing It

by Melvin Burgess

Genres: YA Social Themes

Synopsis

Dino really fancies fit, sexy Jackie, but she just won't give him what he wants... Jonathan likes Deborah, but she's a bit fat - what will his mates say? Ben's been secretly shagging his teacher for ages. He used to love it, but what if he wants it to stop? Three lads discovering sex for the first time. But do any of them really know what they're doing?

Release date: January 3, 2012

Publisher: Henry Holt and Co.

Print pages: 336

Sample

Doing It

1
EITHER OR
"OK," said Jonathon. "The choice is this. You either have to shag Jenny Gibson--or else that homeless woman who begs spare change outside Cramner's bakers."
Dino and Ben recoiled in disgust. Jenny was known as the ugliest girl in the school but the beggar woman was filthy. Her teeth!
"You are so gross," said Ben disgustedly.
Jonathon acknowledged the compliment smugly and nodded. He was the King of this.
"At least they're both female," said Dino.
"I'd take the homeless," said Ben, after a moment's thought. "She wouldn't be so bad once you'd cleaned her up."
Jonathon shook his head. "You have to take her as is."
"Agh! You're the one who thinks of this stuff," Dino pointed out. But that was the delicious horror of it. You had to make a decision. You had to consider it yourself.
Ben squirmed as he tried to focus his mind on the actuality. It was beyond a matter of taste. Disease came into it.
"Can I shag her from behind?"
"No, from the front. With the lights on. Snogging and everything. And you have to do oral sex on her, too."
"Jonathon!" hissed Dino.
"You never said anything about oral sex," said Ben.
"Oral sex until she comes."
Ben winced as his mind shrank back like a slug on salt. "You are disgusting. Well, if I could have her cleaned up, I'd do the tramp, but if she has to be filthy, I'd do Jenny. But ... if you had to leave Jenny out on the street for a few months until she was as dirty as the tramp, I'd do the tramp. What about you?"
"I'd take Jenny," said Jonathon promptly.
"That's just because it's the only way you could get a shag."
"She's ugly, but I bet her body isn't too bad. It'd be all right once you got going. And the tramp would have rotten teeth and smelly breath, bits of old kebab rotting in her teeth. Cold sores, probably. Ulcers, that sort of thing."
"Yuk."
"OK, Ben," said Dino. "What about ... Jenny or Mrs. Woods."
They hissed with laughter. It was a clever one. Mrs. Woods was at least sixty, obviously hated anyone under the age of twenty and her breath smelt of tinned cabbage--but at some time in the distant past, she might well have been a bit of a looker.
Ben paused. "Are they both clean?"
"More or less."
"Mrs. Woods," said Ben boldly.
"Mrs. Woods?" said Dino, acting appalled. "I mean, Jenny is ugly, but Mrs. Woods is old."
"Old is better than ugly," said Ben definitively. The othertwo looked at him curiously. That was Ben; he always knew exactly what he wanted. "You're really quite weird, aren't you?" said Jonathon. "Nothing is worse than old. What about personality? Jenny's quite a nice sort of a person, but Mrs. Woods is a monster."
"Yeah, but she wouldn't be a monster if I was shagging her, would she? She'd be ..."
"Friendly?" suggested Jon.
"Yeah."
"So old is better than ugly and personality doesn't come into it?" asked Jonathan.
"We're talking shags here, not marriage. No one mentioned having to talk to them," pointed out Ben.
The boys laughed.
"I'd do Jenny," said Dino.
"And me," said Jon.
Ben shrugged and smiled. "Ah, but at least I got to shag a teacher," he teased. "And she'd be experienced."
"A woman as horrible as her would probably be prepared to do anything," Jonathon agreed.
"Let's not go there. OK," said Ben. "My turn. Mrs. Woods or ... Mrs. Thatcher."
Dino sighed. He hated this. It was, in his opinion, one of the few things he wasn't any good at.
"OK," he said. "Mrs. Thatcher. She's uglier and older ..."
"And she's had a bit of a stroke," pointed out Jon.
" ... but you'd have to see Mrs. Woods at school every day, whereas with Thatcher, you'd never have to see her ever again. Definitely Thatcher."
"Coffin snatcher."
Dino grinned sheepishly.
"I'd do Mrs. Woods. Thatcher's practically dead," pointed out Jon.
"I know one," said Dino happily. "The Queen ... or Deborah Sanderson?"
"Not Deborah again!" protested Jonathon. The Queen was hideous, no one in their right mind would sleep with her even if they were eighty years old and called the Duke of Edinburgh, whereas Deborah's only crime was that she was a bit on the plump side. She and Jon were good friends. The theory was that Jonathon fancied her to bits and was too embarrassed to admit it.
"You have to answer," insisted Ben.
"Deborah, then."
"Ah-ha!"
"But only because anything's better than the Queen."
"Bollocks," said Ben. "It's because you fancy her. The Queen is obviously far more attractive. I'd rather sleep with the Queen, any day. What about you, Dino?"
"The Queen, definitely."
"You lying bastards! You're only saying that to wind me up!"
"No way. I mean, Deborah! Fat!"
"Plump!" hissed Jonathon.
"Still, you know what they say. Fat Girls Are Grateful For It," said Ben.
"Yeah," said Dino. "She's probably the only woman living who'd be prepared to sink to your level. I knew you fancied her all the time."
"Right." Jonathon pointed a finger at Dino. He had one that would see them off all right. He'd been saving it up.
"Either you can sleep with any woman--OK? Any woman, at any time. They can't say no. No matter how beautiful and gorgeous, all you have to do is ask. At your disposal. And they have to do whatever you want them to. Anything. But. You ALSO have to be buggered. Once a year for twenty minutes. On the radio."
"On the radio? Why not on telly?" demanded Ben.
"Because on the radio you'd try and keep really quiet so that no one would know it was you, but you wouldn't be able to. Little noises would escape. Oh. Oh. Oo. Ow. You know. Mmm. Ah. Mmm. Woo. Ah. Na-ha. And if you don't, then you get no sex ever. Never. No one. For life."
Dino tried to think about it, but he couldn't. No sex was impossible. So was being buggered.
"I'm not answering that."
"You have to."
"No way. I'm out. Anyway, you asked it, you have to answer it."
"Easy. I'd take the endless women and the buggery. It'd be worth it."
"Me too," said Ben. "Think of the rewards! Anyone. S Club 7. Kylie. Jackie Atkins ... ?"
"Poofs," said Dino weakly, but he'd already lost.
"OK, you," Jonathon said, pointing his finger at Ben.
But Ben spread his hands and smiled. "No thanks. You win. Again."
"You can't just back out!"
"Yes I can. I know what you're going to say. The same as last time. My dad or my mum. I'm not doing either of them."
"Ugh! No! That's not fair. No family," insisted Dino.
"That's the rules. You're allowed to say anything," said Jon. "So I win again. Wimps."
"I won really," said Dino, "because both of you took it up the arse."
"You might like it," said Ben. "You never know till you try."
"Twice the chance of scoring on a Saturday night," said Jon.
"I'd rather not."
"It probably means you're a suppressed homosexual; they're always the ones that hate it the most."
Dino pulled a face. "I might as well be."
"Still no punnani," said Ben sympathetically.
"You should get a girlfriend. Punnani is usually found in the same vicinity. Unless you get one of those plastic ones," Jonathon pointed out.
"Shut up," said Dino; and Jonathon did.
"Give it up, Dino," advised Ben. "She isn't interested."
"I'm not thinking of her," insisted Dino. "There just isn't anyone else I fancy at the moment."
"What a stupid waste," said Jonathon. "Half the girls in the school are wetting themselves for him, and there he is, mission impossible, Jackie Atkins or nothing. Only the most gorgeous will do for our Deen."
Dino shuffled his feet and smiled.
"You'll probably get it before I do," he said. He left Jonathon smiling fondly at this thought and headed off home.
As he left the cloakroom, Dino paused to look at himself in the mirror. He liked what he saw. Jackie was the most gorgeous creature in the school--with one possible exception; himself. Dino was It. He had dark hair speckled with honey blond, even features with just a hint of rough, a wide mouth, full lips and deep golden-brown eyes. Girls fell into them and disappeared without ever being seen again.
But Jackie was more than gorgeous; she was sensible. She already had a boyfriend years older than her and she thought that Dino was a prat. Dino knew better. As the two officially most gorgeous people in the school, he and she belonged together. He deserved her. His crush on her had gone on for so long he never said anything anymore, but he didn't believe she didn't want him, he never had. It was just a question of how long he was prepared to wait.
DOING IT. Copyright © 2003 by Melvin Burgess.