Part 36 (1/2)

I wondered, briefly, whether he felt the same. It seemed unlikely. For all I knew, he did this every day of the week.

After a while, I opened my eyes. He watched me carefully, a small smile on his face, but the fingers pus.h.i.+ng back my hair were trembling slightly.

'Mastering his relief that the kissee has not leaped screaming from the bed or walloped him over the head with the bedside lamp, the kisser, slightly unsure which planet hes on, makes his next move.

He kissed me again. It was even better the second time around. I a.s.sumed I was getting the hang of it.

'At this point, the sensitive and considerate kisser enquires, not without misgivings, whether the kissee is all right.

Being speechless, the kissee nodded.

He pulled me closer and I could feel the heat of his body through the bedclothes.

'So now, the kisser ...

The kissee pulled up his T-s.h.i.+rt and ran her hands down his long back.

That shut the kisser up for a bit, although he seemed pleased.

'What was that?

I grinned at him. 'Feedback.

He laughed and nuzzled my neck, and large numbers of neurons shut down, the better to concentrate on other, more important things.

'The kisser is enormously grateful for said feedback. Now, brace yourself. Thats called foreplay, by the way. Very important. Apparently, women set great store by it.

While he was talking, he unb.u.t.toned my pyjamas and gently, very gently, slipped in his warm hand.

I s.h.i.+vered.

'Cold?

'No.

'Scared?

'No.

'Appreciative?

'Maybe.

'Hmmm. The kisser, slightly disappointed at the response to one of his best moves now tries this and this and especially this.

I shuddered.

'The kisser would like to say that sudden loss of speech in the kissee is perfectly normal at this stage, Should the kissee wish to express her appreciation, she can fill out a customer comments card later.

He had wonderful hands. Those long, thin, bony fingers were moving all over me, gentle, a.s.sured and quite magical.

I shuddered again.

He laughed, softly.

'Having reduced the kissee to incoherence, the kisser now moves in again, reminding the kissee that she can stop any time she likes. Even if that does mean the kissers head will probably fall off.

'No big loss, then.

'For that remark, the kissee can expect no mercy.

He tugged gently at my pyjama bottoms.

'Is that are those There are pink cows on your pyjamas. What is it with you, pyjamas, and farmyard animals?

'If you dont like them, you can remove ...

My bottoms flew across the room.

'So, do you like this?

My whole body jolted and for a moment ...

'The kisser takes a moment for a complacent smirk.

He did it again and I slowly began to melt. I clutched at him, feeling control of my own body slowly sliding away. Unaccustomed heat swept through me. I could hear my own heart pulsing in time with his hands. And what they were doing. Things began to slide away from me. I made a tiny sound. Whether of apprehension or appreciation, even I didnt know.

'Its all right, he said into my hair. 'Its all right, Jenny, I promise you. Close your eyes.

His hands swept over me again, touching, stroking. I was just melting away. He laughed again and I suddenly thought I have hands, too.

I fumbled inexpertly with his zip and he had to do it for me.

I reached down.

'Oh!

His eyes flew open in alarm. 'What? Whats wrong? Whats the matter?

'Im going to need a bigger hand.

'Jenny, you ... wretched girl. Just for that ...

The kissee became incapable of coherent thought for a few moments.

'Russell.

'Yes, love?

'I dont know ... show me what to do.