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felt a stirring down below and tried to
suppress it.
    ‘My Gary would beat anyone to a pulp if
he thought someone was cracking onto me. He can be vicious like that.’
    ‘Would he now...’ I thought, amused at
the notion.
    ‘What’s the name of this new bloke of
Olivia’s then?’ I said working her some more.
    ‘I’m not sure.’
    She was lying.
    ‘You’re a real delight, Izzy,’ I said,
seeing the innocent face that had existed before it had been punctured with
studs.
    She blushed ever so slightly.
    ‘Fancy a cup of tea? Marion’s on lunch at
the moment, so we’ve got time for a quick one...if you fancy a quick one that is?’
    ‘Marion?’
    ‘The tattoo artist here.’
    ‘I don’t mind one , if you do...’ I
said, looking into her hungry grey eyes.
    Her gaze lowered to the floor as if she
was thinking about it, then slowly came back up and locked onto mine, telling
me all that I needed to know.
    ‘Well, do you want to help me make the tea then?’ she said coyly, working it ever so slightly like I had.
    ‘Sure...’
    She lifted the counter and beckoned me
through to the back room via a black curtain. Inside was a small storage
cupboard doubling up for a kitchen. She reached up for a tin and I moved in
behind her. She froze as if surprised at the direct approach then seemed to
relax.
    ‘That’s a bit cheeky, isn’t it?’ she said
playfully.
    ‘Oh yes, I think it is a bit...’
    I waited for her to get cold feet, like
those young teasing types do sometimes. She didn’t.
    My hand went down to her crutch and
released the buttons one by one, testing the water. She dropped the tin she’d
been holding and grabbed my other hand, which had now worked its way up inside
her top and was massaging her modest cleavage.
    ‘If he ever found out, he’d kill me you
know...’
    ‘I would do the same if you were mine,’ I
said, thinking she couldn’t have been much older than her missing friend.
    She eased her jeans down below her hips
for me and I kissed her neck. I wasn’t surprised to discover that she wasn’t
wearing any knickers either. She was that carefree sort. Just my type. My mouth
went to her right ear and whispered some cheap flattery. She seemed to like
that too and growled a little louder.
    ‘I wouldn’t let him touch you, you
know...if he tried to hurt you. You’re far too precious. Worth fighting for, I
reckon…’ 
    Something seemed to ignite in her and she
thrust her buttocks towards me in response, moaning and grinding, and hungry
for a response of equal measure. I looked down and stared at the detailed
Celtic knot-work tattooed skilfully across her hips and tried to control
myself. She was far too young, far too like my Laura...
    ‘Go on, do it,’ she urged, digging her
nails in the front of my thighs. ‘Do it…’
    ‘Who’s Olivia’s boyfriend, Izzy?’ I said,
kissing her neck slowly.
    She moaned some more.  
    ‘Some local guy over there.’
    ‘Who?’ I pushed as she ground into me
harder.
    ‘He’s...he’s called...Ethan I think. I
don’t know his second name...Sorry.’
    A hand reached for my fly. I pulled back
a little, knowing I was getting close to the point of no return myself.
    ‘Second name?’
    ‘I don’t know.’
    ‘You’re sure?’
    ‘Yes.’
    ‘How old?’ I said.
    She moaned.
    ‘How old?’ I said slipping a hand between
her legs.
    She arched her back in pleasure and
grabbed my neck from behind.
    ‘Seven or eight years older...I think.’
    ‘Go on...’ 
    ‘Olivia said he’s in his mid-twenties, I
think.’
    My fingers explored further, deeper.
    ‘You got a picture?’
    She groaned loudly then shuddered.
    ‘He’s...cute.’
    ‘Can you show me?’
    She winced with pleasure.
    ‘I deleted it.’
    ‘You being straight with me?’ I
whispered.
    ‘Yes...’ she said, shuddering again.
    ‘Okay.’
     I withdrew my hand and pulled back
further.
    ‘No...’ she murmured, her head lowering
in frustration.
    ‘I want to Izzy, trust