I felt her hands, tugging impatiently, and my knickers slipped down my legs and off my feet. “It’s like hetero sex, you have to work at it and practice, and sometimes it’s good, and sometimes it’s perfect.”
“Oh, right. Porn Her tongue, warm, moist, alive, found mine. (And Kittykat isn’t the actual nickname I gave her, either, in case anyone’s wondering.)
“Kittykat? “You can kiss, can’t you? “Let’s go,” she said at last, breaking the embrace. Her pubic hair was a dark thick triangle between her spread legs. The theatre was mostly empty, and the last three rows were totally unoccupied except for the two of us. We had breakfast sitting opposite each other in a little cafe, the waitress darting puzzled looks our way.
