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above pastel pink. It’s flushed, and slippery, and so swollen, like a beating heart between your legs – or at least, that’s how it was with her.
    ‘All of her folds were coated in her clearly visible wetness, and her clit … oh, Jeeze, her clit. I’d always thought it was something kind of mythical, you know? You couldn’t really make anything out in dirty movies, and no one ever talked about doing anything to it. There’s no locker-room talk about banging some chick’s clit last night.
    ‘But seeing that stiff little thing up close …
    ‘I actually leant forward, thinking she’d want me to lick it. Hell, that’s what I would have wanted, in her place – and that’s the first time I understood that particular concept, too.
    ‘Women want the same thing men do. They want to get off. They want what feels good, not necessarily what feels good for
you
– though I think some girls like that idea, too. I think you do, if that squirming you started doing when I told you about stroking my own dick is anything to go by.’
    And I thought I was being
so
subtle. I thought I looked composed, but I can see now that I didn’t. And I certainly don’t, now. I feel like there’s a wrestling match going on inside my body. My eyeballs are boiling alive inside my head. I try to sit still – but it’s almost impossible with this constant pulse thrumming between my legs.
    I have to move around just to keep it from beating me right off the chair.
    ‘You like hearing what turns me on, right? Don’t be embarrassed. There’s nothing quite like a selfless lover – someone more interested in your pleasure, than their own. But somehow, I think you’ve had a lifetime of that, and not very much of the other way around, am I right?’
    I’ve
never
had it the other way around.
Never
.
    ‘Yeah, I’m right. I bet you’ve laid beneath a dozen guys called James or Jake or Jack, counting ceiling tiles over their shoulders as they fuck you like they’re doing their tax return. And then when they’re done dealing you out your two-minute portion of passionless sex, you wonder why people go crazy for something that feels like getting a shot at the doctor’s, for some disease you don’t actually have.’
    I’d laugh here, if it wasn’t so awful. And so dead on, oh, God, he’s so impossibly dead on I could cry.
    Instead I briefly close my eyes, and tell him:
    ‘Just tell me the rest of the story.’
    In a voice like dried leaves.
    Only that just means that he does.
    ‘She didn’t want me to lick her there, however. She didn’t want me to touch her there, either. I felt almost swamped by the scent of her body – like coconut oil and something furtive, something secretive – and it made the urge to stroke her so strong … so incredibly strong. It was like a compulsion – but she stopped me there, too. She said to me: “Not like that, not like that,”
while I wondered what else there could possibly be.
    ‘And then she took hold of my hand, and forced it down, down … until those two fingers I’d sucked on simply slid into her warm, wet hole. So easy … man, it was so fucking easy. I didn’t even know what was happening until I was already halfway inside her, and after that I didn’t think about anything at all.
    ‘Finally, finally I was getting to feel what that slick heat was like – and, oh, it was better than I’d imagined. What my own hand always missed was that sense of being pulled in, of being sort of … sucked on, almost. I thought of my own mouth as I slowly eased into her – the tingling feeling I’d gotten when I’d licked between the webbing of my fingers, the slippery sense of my own tongue …
    ‘That was what it was like.
    ‘And it blew my fucking mind. I got pretty close to passing out with pleasure before I’d even done a thing – though I figured she’d have slapped me awake, if I had. She was all commands, by that point, real bossy about things – but I’d stopped caring about three