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    “Mmm?” I say, raising my eyebrows quizzically.
    She rolls her eyes unnecessarily, like “don’t make this even more awkward for me.”
    “I said, do you want a drink?”
    I look at her. We are standing very close. She suddenly seems very small, very vulnerable. I shake my head. Then I cup her face in my hands and kiss her. She accepts my tongue and I hear her moan slightly. She puts her arms round me and pulls me nearer. Then I pull away and begin to move down to her neck, enjoying the softness of her skin, the mixture of smells: that expensive perfume plus alcohol and someone’s cigarette smoke. She gasps again and starts to push my jacket off my shoulders. I bite her neck gently, messing up her immaculate hair. She gasps again and I realize I’ve done the right thing. Whatever our relationship is, and at the moment, I really don’t care how you’d categorize it, this just feels good. I can’t rationalize now, partly because I’ve never been in this situation before but mainly because I’m thinking with my dick.
    I begin to get an erection and push my groin into her as I kiss her neck further. She mutters something. I move round and begin to kiss the top of her breasts above her dress. I wish someone could see this: her beautiful dress being crushed and pulled, my smart dinner jacket, my mouth caressing her smooth, tanned breasts, me grinding into her, the effect I’m having on her, a man young enough to be her son.
    She pushes my head away from her and then leads me upstairs. Once in her bedroom, she begins to unbutton my shirt. Thank God I got a real bow tie, not a false one. Good old Vinny, he talked me into it. He may be from Birmingham but he’s got style. What the hell am I thinking about Vinny for? Quickly I get back to matters in hand and reach round to the zip of her dress. It slides down and I finish taking off my shirt. Marion looks up at me again. Her body is in incredibly good nick for a woman of her age—whatever that is. I bend down and kiss her again. She reaches round and takes off her bra. Her breasts are small and round and well shaped with large, dark nipples. She pulls my head towards her and I kiss them.
    Then I quickly slide off her panties and she kicks off her shoes. This must look like some high-class porn movie—like the ones in hotels when they invite you “to join us after hours for the finest in adult entertainment” and you’re terrified in case, by accident, you do and it shows up on your bill the next day. Stop it! Concentrate! I pull off my shoes and yank off my trousers, socks and undies, nearly falling over in the process. Not very cool, that bit. She steadies me and we check out each other’s bodies with that look of breathless curiosity and lust the way you do on first sex.
    Then I gently lower her onto the bed, kiss her some more and push my way into her. I close my eyes and hope that I’m not going to come. Oh, God, please not now. Any other time but now. I think about Vinny again—this time picking his toenails—and it does the trick.
    With the second thrust she looks at me with huge, almost frightened eyes. I am just about to ask if she is all right when she grabs my head, runs her hands through my hair and kisses me so hard I think my mouth’s going to bleed. Then, breathing erratically, almost like a frightened animal she reaches down to my arse and pulls me into her again. I obey willingly.
    When she comes she groans and gasps, pulling hard at my hair. My own orgasm is quite muted by comparison. Afterwards I move off her and roll over, sweating, sticky and smelling of her perfume. I turn towards her. She pushes my matted hair away from my forehead and looks seriously at me.
    “Good boy,” she whispers. Then, before I can say anything, she gets up and goes to the bathroom. I hear the shower start. I follow her into the bathroom. I’m reminded of doing it at university. With Helen. The single bed, a duvet brought from home, incongruous in a