The orange light from the sodium street
lamps was shining into the room through the gap between the curtains. Jason sat down on Keith’s bed, still holding
Keith’s and Esmé’s hands. He patted the
bed next to himself. Esmé sat down, and
he put his arms round her. Keith lowered
himself to the bed and kissed her on her cheek.
Still they didn’t speak.
Jason began to lift her T-shirt over
her head. As he lifted it, Keith kissed
her on her tummy, each kiss making her shiver with need. Jason pulled the T-shirt over her head, and
then re-arranged her hair which had got mussed.
He kissed her on her lips, while Keith kissed her body, in a line up
from waistband to her breasts. Jason
went on kissing her lips, his mouth warm and flavoured with Cointreau, and
Keith moved round behind her, kissing her shoulders. She could feel his hands, caressing her skin,
and then undoing her bra straps. Keith
lifted the bra off her. Obediently, she
raised her hands so that he could. Now
it was Jason kissing her front. His
mouth brushed against her left breast, his tongue tracing out the shape of her
nipple. Keith moved round from her back
and his mouth found her other nipple.
“Yes,” she breathed, and lay back on
the sheets, with her arms spread.
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