âNot the way you mean it.'
âThank Christ for that â I'd really rather not be in charge. It's been a long week, as it happens â and we're only on Wednesday . . . Not a bad week, but . . . long. You going to take your skirt off, or not?'
âKiss me.'
âAbsolutely. I aim to please . . . What about your skirt?'
âIt's coming.'
âAnd are you? . . . Sorry. Not funny. Not clever . . . It's always . . . this bit's tricky . . . Fuck, that's nice, though. That's . . . that's lovely. That's . . . an eyeful. Only a eyeful's . . .'
âA tower?'
âSomething off a seaside postcard.
Ooh, missus, what an eyeful
. . . Then again, under the sweater, I'll bet . . . there's another. Such a lot of good things you have about you. I love you.'
âNo you don't.'
âBut I want to say I do. And let's see if I can . . .'
âIf you want to unfasten it, then unfasten it â don't just fiddle with it . . . What bit's tricky? The catch?'
âNo. That's . . . fine. It's this bit. You know â we're not completely started, but we're not completely â oh, you could do that some more, actually â not completely carried away yet. It's like being thirteen â makes me feel awkward.'
âI was thinking it was like being fifteen. But you started early, did you?'
âI started on my own.'
âStart, finish, it's all on your own.'
âDon't say that.'
âHow am I now? Better?'
âLet me look, then.'
âYou are looking.'
âI know. Gorgeous.'
âLiar.'
âWhy don't you think you're beautiful.'
âI was joking.'
âNo you weren't. Fuck â legs all the way up to here. Right. Here. Fuck. I've just realised â I like saying fuck to you.
Fuck.
FUCK
!'
âShhh.'
âWhat for.'
âThey'll hear you â in the other rooms.'
âWhich you'll like. Strangers hearing you fuck a stranger.
FUCK
!
ME
!'
âThen don't just say it.'
âDoes that feel like I'm just going to say it? Does it?'
âBecause, if we keep talking, we're going to end up â'
âGetting to know each other?'
âThat wouldn't work.'
âFine.'
âWell, don't sound annoyed.'
âI'm not annoyed.'
âYou are.'
âTake off your knickers.'
âAh, I . . . Could you? Please? Would you like to?'
âLook, I don't know if . . .'
âWhat? . . . What's wrong?'
âTake them off yourself.'
âWhat's wrong?'
âTake them off.
Now.
Do it. Okay.
Good.
And here's what we do. Okay? This is when you get what you want. Okay? You get exactly what you're asking for. So now shut up and show me your tits. Really. I mean it. I'm very serious. Hold them. Together. And squeeze. Harder. You don't know me, we've never met, so I have to explain â
I need to see your tits.
Show me. And open your legs. Right open, you're not shy, you want this. And touch it. Touch it. If you want this, you won't be shy. You'll like it. You'll touch yourself and show me everything. Relax and
show me
. That's it. Just relax. Like it. Because this is what you like and twenty . . . I make it twenty-four . . . minutes ago you were in the bar downstairs and by yourself and ready to pick up anyone, anyone at all, ready to fuck anyone, because that's what you like. Twenty minutes ago you didn't know me and now you're showing me your tits, showing me
everything
â and I'm not even going to pay you, just fuck you. Keep touching it, put your finger in.
Put it inside
. Put your finger where I'm going. You'd have done that in the bar, wouldn't you? Wouldn't you? You'd have sat on a table and lifted your skirt and fingered yourself so anyone could see you, any stranger, and that's why you're doing it for me. A total stranger and I'm going to fuck you. A total stranger fucking you and other strangers hearing it, hearing you get fucked, the whole thing. D'you want them to knock on the door later and fuck you, too? You do, don't you? You do. But I'm having you all for myself. And in the morning you won't know my name, you'll only know my cock . . . Oh, she likes that, that's got her. Roll over, all fours. Like a bitch. Come on. Come on. And I'll make sure they hear you. Come on. No, leave that, I'll do that. Lovely. Stay that way. Just like that and then you get my cock.'
âYou're a bit tense.'
âNot really.'
âOnly a bit.'
âI didn't expect you to . . .'
âWhat? You didn't expect me to fuck you? You were liking it all when we started and then â'
âI did like it. I do. I just . . . We can do something else, we can â'
âNo, tell me how we make this work. Because you have a lovely â there it is â you have a lovely cunt . . . I thought that you'd . . . I thought it would be . . . Do you want me to put the light out?'
âNo.'
âSo you could concentrate.'
âI
can
concentrate.'
âBecause you're wet. You're very . . . I mean, you were enjoying it and then you weren't.'
âThat's not true.'
âYou seem a bit tense, that's all. You know, why don't you decide what's next. All right, love? â
âAre you annoyed?'
âNo. And please stop asking that. I'm very pleased to be with you and I'm having a good time. But I can go away if you want. And I didn't intend to freak you out or anything. It was just playing.'
âI don't irritate you?'
âDarling, you're just bringing yourself â so much worry in one head â it's not that kind of night, is it? Not a heavy night and we've got to obsess about stuff together, eh? Bloody hell, love . . .'
âI'll suck you.'
âYou're very kind.'
âI said I'd suck you. So I will . . . Now what? What's the matter?'
âBut it's not a duty, love. Hey, why are you . . . ? Don't turn your head. I can't kiss you if you do that.'
âWhy do you want to keep making this romantic, it's not romantic, it's . . . why call me
love
? And if you kiss me â you'll taste of . . .'
âI'll taste of you. Of course. I taste very much of you. I would. I've just spent at least ten minutes trying to get you to come â with my mouth.'
âSorry.'
âI'm not complaining. Shit, I
am
complaining â you don't want it romantic, you don't want it horny . . . Could you be clear at
some
point and let me know how I'm meant to be here. For you.'
âI wanted to . . . I want to . . . I'm a bit confused.'
âYou're telling me, love. Ah, there you go, though â a fucking smile. Haven't seen that for a bit.'
âWell, and you're confused, too â I'm a bitch
and
I'm your sweetheart?'
âYou're both. Which is exactly what I want and why I want to stay. And why I've given myself a knot in my larynx, or pulled something vital, anyway, eating you out like a hungry hound.'
âLike a hungry hound?'
âYeah.
Like a hungry hound
.'
âDon't go, though. Sit back down.'
âNo, I'm going to rinse my mouth. And that'll be better? If I taste of spearmint instead of cunt?'
âYou don't have to do that.'
âI do if I want to kiss you. Jesus, you've even killed my hard-on, which isn't how I wanted to say that â don't get worried again â but it was on its way back and now it's undecided.'
âThen I'll sort that.'
âYou don't have to.'
âI'll sort it.'
âOkay . . . Determined bitch . . . Determined sweetheart . . . And down she goes. Oh. Kay. Steady, though â no need to be . . . Let me lie down . . . No, let me stand up. I want to stand up and you can . . . that's it. If you . . . that's it . . . Oh, what a girl you are. What a girl. But you don't have to be so . . . There's no rush. Christ, unless you do
that
. Oh, darling. More like . . . Oh, that's the way. And look at me, look up. That is the way. Sweet lips. Good lips. You looking at me and. My. Cock. In. Your. Mouth. Saw you and I wanted to fuck your mouth. Wanted this. I did . . . Nod your head if you're going to swallow. No, don't smile, not now â naughty girl. D'you want a mouthful of come? Do you? Suck it. Suck it. Jesus, IÂ fucking like fucking your fucking mouth.'
âHow are you feeling, love?'
âFine. Great. That was . . . that was great.'
âI love you.'
âWhy say that? Honestly, though? Why make this something it's not? Not that you're not . . . a good man.'
âA
good
man? I dunno about that. Don't think a good man would have had at you in every possible manner and place â except that one. But you do kind of want it there, too . . . Admit it.'
âI . . . I thought
you
would. I tried toâ'
âI did notice . . . suddenly your tongue's up my arse, that did catch my attention.
Isn't she the pleasant surprise
, I said to myself. And you liked my finger up there â return the favour â and it'll be a lot better with my cock. I won't hurt you.'
âI've never done that.'
âYou've never done any of this, you said.'
âWhich was true. I don't go round picking up strangers . . . just you. And you're . . .'
âI'm what?'
âA lovely . . . choice.'
âAnd, ladies and gentlemen â she gets romantic. Just about. But will she be romantic enough to do me the honour of letting me very softly and gently and passionately screw her the back door way.'
âThat would be . . . I'd remember that, wouldn't I?'
âYou could lie back any night and think â
that guy took my last virginity.
I would love to do that. And you'd love it . . . And over she goes, persuaded, and let me see . . . Like a natural . . .'
âYeah.'
âYou're trembling, though.'
âThat's all right.'
âIs it good trembling.'
âYeah, good trembling. Oh. That's . . . That's . . .'
âMy thumb. Relax.
Relax.
And . . . one finger. Let it happen.'
âThis is . . . I want this. I do want this. I want you to have this. You have to take everything.'
âWhich is what I intend. Two fingers . . . that's a brave girl.'
âNo, I'm a bitch. A bad bitch.'
âOf course you are. Of course you are. And this is your punishment. Are you ready? There you go, there you go. Relax, though. No, you'll have to relax. No. No, stop, love. There's a bit of blood. We'll need to stop. No, I can't do it if you're â'
âPlease. I want it. I want â'
âYou want to lie down and I'll hold you. Don't cry.'
âI'm sorry.'
âIt's okay. Not the end of the world. I should be sorry. Didn't do it right.'
âI wanted it.'
âWe'll maybe try again later.'
âMy mother? She taught me lots of things. Like the being polite. Saying
I love you
.'
âWhen you don't mean it.'
âI know what I mean. Just now.'
âWell,
I
love
you
if it's just now.'
âThere now, was that so hard . . .'
âAnd you loved your mother.'
âCertainly not like this, I didn't.'
âBut I can hear it in your voice â you loved her . . . You can always trust a man who loved his mother.'
âWho told you that?'
âMy dad.'
âDid he love his mother?'
âI think so.'
âFair enough. You look sleepy.'
âI'm just . . . resting.'
âSo since you're not sleepy and we only have tonight and you're feeling better . . .'
âI want you in me again. For a long time.'
âDemanding, aren't you?'
âIf we only have tonight.'
âNo argument from me. So which would you prefer â a cherry-flavoured fuck. Or pina colada. You couldn't make it up . . . Or dealer's choice. A good, long, hard shagging and then tomorrow you'll still feel me, even when I'm gone.'
âIf you do that I might want a repeat performance some time.'
âGreedy bitch. You never know. You never know your luck.'
âAre you married?'
âWhat?'
âDo you have a wife?'
âNo.'
âGirlfriend?'
âNo.'
âAnyone?'
âI have â do you really want to know? â I have a daughter who is fourteen and an ex and . . . not much else. Why? Do you want to tell me
you're
married? Is this
that
kind of thing?'
âNo. I'm not. Married. No husband. No kids. No one.'
âI could put an ad in the paper for you â
Fantastic ride, up for anything, great lips, takes things a bit seriously, sucks cocks like a hooker.
'
âCharming.'
âI don't mean I think you
are
a hooker . . . You're a nice person. Sweet. I like you.'
âWhy do you say I take things seriously?'
âWell, my darlin', we've been at this for . . . hours. And you don't really let go, do you? And you haven't really come.'
âI came.'
âNot properly.'
âI came.'
âOh, sweetheart . . . that, that
is
sad. You know?'
âI'm sad?'
âNo, no,
no
â it's only . . . I worry about you â gets infectious, worry â and yours has rubbed off on me â mainly rubbed off right there. I worry you've never had a
real
come.'