One amazing experience that is sexual evidently
«the thing that was going right on through my brain as my pal Sarah* slid her hand from my breasts, down my belly and beneath the musical organization of my knickers? The unkempt state of my pubic locks? Sarah don’t notice, so that as her hands discovered my clitoris, neither did we.
This isn’t the way I expected a few after-work drinks on a Thursday evening to finish. Tipsy plus in sleep, possibly. With Sarah, definitely not.
Moving away from the train, we fancied a glass or two so texted around, and whenever no body ended up being free I was thinking of Sarah. We would been buddies in college, but despite bumping into one another a few times since and guaranteeing to ‘catch up’, it hadn’t happened.