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The sofa we sat on was in a part of her stepdad’s house that she called her private living room.
“I don’t usually go this far with someone I just met.”
Now I might be charming, but she was definitely a liar. It made no difference to me. I was on top of her, my hands and elbows all over her body, no poetry in them, but we kissed slow and long. Really long, and my skinny back was still tense, gnarled wood, but the warmth of the little extra weight she carried around felt comfortable. I sat up and drank some water, I wanted something stronger but she didn’t need to know that. She started sketching lines across my stomach with her fingernails, the muscles convulsed underneath her touch a little. I’ve always had a sensitive stomach and her eyes beamed with joy over this little taste of power. I knew I wasn’t going to get hard even though I wanted to, I don’t know why, maybe I was uncomfortable in such an expensive house. I knew I wanted a strong gin and tonic though.

I got her to drive me home. She pulled over on a dark, empty road, saying she didn’t like to smoke whilst driving. I didn’t believe a word of it, I knew she wanted me to take her over the back seat. I played my miserable old man bit, pretended not to know the songs on the radio and she took me home.

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