Do The Bad Thing

Sheffield. Wow, it has been a while.
I can smell it. The damp grass, the brick walls, the wet asphalt. It smells so different from California. The familiar scents hit me as I ride my new motorcycle though the streets of my hometown. 
The Suck It And See tour was long, I've been away for a minute, aside from the short visit back at Christmas.

I park the bike outside Jude's house, an old friend of mine and Jamie's. We all lived in the same neighbourhood when we were lads. Well, this is his parents' house, not his. The poor guy had to move back home when he was laid off. I promised him I would pay him a visit, as we didn't have a chance to meet when I was here last time.

I ring the bell and, as I wait, I fix my hair with the help of the reflection on the main door's glass. I always carry a comb in my pocket, ever since I cut my hair last summer. I should have cut it sooner: more practical. Just some pomade, a little combing, swirl the curl on my forehead and voilà.

The door opens and Mrs. Wells, Jude's mother, pokes her head out. I'd recognize those beautiful blue eyes from a mile away.

"Yes?" She asks a bit surprised, like she wasn't expecting any visitors.
Did Jude forget?

"Good afternoon, Mrs. Wells! Is Jude home? He said he would be home from work by this time today."

I can see her naked shoulders as she moves forward to give me a better look. I take my sunglasses off.

Her eyes lighten up and she almost blinds me me with her pearly white smile.
"Alex? Alex Turner?!"

"In the flesh."

"Oh my goodness, it has been so long! Come on in!"

She opens the door to let me in, and I see her bare legs as well. She's wrapped in a white bath towel, and nothing else. The towel hugs her breasts, revealing a bit of cleavage, and I have full view of her bare upper chest and her neck, due to her hair being pulled up with a clip.
I suddenly feel warm in my leather jacket.

She must be in her late forties,  or early fifties now. She looks just as beautiful as she did years ago.

With her blonde hair, her big blue eyes, the plump lips and smoking body, she looked like an actress. All the lads in our circle of friends had a crush on her, and our stupid dirty comments made Jude very uncomfortable. So of course we did it on purpose, sometimes. Little shits.

If you were heat-seeking she was hard to ignore, and damn, she still is.
She naturally looks older now, but time has been very kind to her. If anything, it made her beauty even more striking.

She removes the clip and lets her damp, wavy hair down.
I feel a bit awkward standing in the foyer in front of my mate's semi-naked mother. She probably noticed.

"Sorry darling for the attire, I just came back from Jazzercise class..." she places a lock of hair behind her ear, slightly embarrassed..."I was expecting a package and I thought it was only the courier. Jude told me this morning that a friend would be visiting, I completely forgot!"

"Oh no worries! Is he home?" I ask quickly, looking inside the house, trying to avoid looking at her bare skin.

"Not yet, he texted me just a minute ago saying that he got stuck in the office to finish something, he will be back in a hour or so, maybe less."

My phone pings as she says that. It's him, texting me the same thing.

I lift my eyes back to her, pointing my thumb behind me, technically at my bike, outside. "Oh well, I'll come back in a bit then, or I can meet him at the pub down the street."

"Sure, alright. But... can I offer you a cup of tea before you go? I haven't seen you in so long! I'd like to catch up a bit!"

I don't know why I accepted, I'm feeling awkward. I guess I cannot say no to beautiful women.