The doorbell rings and I bounce up excitedly – I’ve been waiting for that sound for ages it feels. I answer the door and am instantly confused, amused and turned on. It’s my girlfriend, but not how I expected her. She is dressed in a short plaid skirt, black tights, white shirt buttoned low with loose striped tie, hair in plaits and freckles drawn onto her cheeks. She gives me a smile and walks past me into my house. I see her Dad’s car drive away. “I told him we were going to a school disco night” she offers as way of explanation.
I follow her into the front room where she beckons me to sit on the sofa, smiling in a knowing way. I sit, and she sits across from me, now giggling. She’s loving how lost I look. She parts her legs lifts her skirt and begins rubbing the fabric of her tights between her legs, cheekily maintaining eye contact. She can see I’m totally out of my depth and loving it. She dips a hand into her tights for a few moments- her eyes close and she lightly bites her lip-her fingers return moist. She pops one into her mouth and winks.