countless all-white living rooms he had encountered, the latest efforts of yet another chic Japanese designer. To Billings the room represented the sheer comforting dullness he associated with âback homeâ. For years he had yearned for it; now to discover it in the company of Holly Lester was tremendously exciting. âAt least weâre on our own here. Youâve managed to give Security the slip.â
Holly sighed. âYes, but itâs getting more difficult. God knows what it will be like in future.â
âWhose flat is this anyway?â
âJust friends,â she said quietly.
âThey live here?â he asked, a little incredulously.
âDonât worry. They wonât show up.â After her determined energy taking him here, Holly seemed less animated, almost shy. âWould you like a drink?â she asked, pointing to a tray of bottles sitting amidst the miniatures. They were all liqueurs â crème de menthe, Cointreau, Grand Marnier. Never favourites of Billings, who drank wine or whisky.
âPerhaps afterwards,â he said, then swallowed when he realized what heâd said. âSo to speak,â he added weakly.
âSo to speak?â She giggled. âYou should know that Iâm quite literal-minded.â She looked at him contemplatively before speaking. âSo afterwards it is,â and she led the way into the bedroom, going ahead to stand by the window, where she looked out over Wimpole Street through the white gauze curtains.
He worried that she might be changing her mind, but resisted the temptation to say anything. When she turned around she smiled at him. âWell,â she said, and nodded towards the bed, âIâve seen bigger, but it will have to do. Why donât you warm the bed up while I pop to the loo?â
Naked under the covers, Billings felt cold and pale â his arms seemed pallid against the sheets, which were canary yellow. When Holly came out of the bathroom, he saw that she had taken off everything except her bra and pants. Her skin was only lightly tanned, but contrasted vividly with the dazzling white cotton of her underwear. As she unhooked her bra she looked away, then shook her mane of black hair as if just out of the shower. Her breasts jiggled; they were round and full, and as tanned as the rest of her. She leant down and pulled back the covers, then quickly scooped off her underpants and climbed in. Billings moved away and turned on his side to make room. âBrrr,â she whispered, shivering. âWarm me up please.â
He turned and kissed her slowly at first, finding her lips deliciously soft. They tasted slightly sweet, with the faintest hint of peach from her lipstick. When he tried to kiss her harder, her lips seemed to move round his own, frustrating his search for firmness so that he slowed down, and eased the pressure of his own kiss.
He moved a hand up and gently rubbed her breast. She shivered again, this time not from the cold. Moving lower, he brushed his palm lightly down her stomach, which was flat and extraordinarily smooth.
She moved her own hand down and touched him, stroking lightly while they continued to kiss. Then she broke her lips away. âSoon,â she murmured.
He pulled his head back gently and looked at her. âIs it safe? I havenât got anything with me.â
She thrust her head back against the pillow, puffed her cheeks, then blew the air out. âYouâre right.â She lifted back the sheet and swung out of the bed. Going to the chair by the window, she rummaged in her handbag. âHere,â she said, flipping a small foil package at him in bed. âThis should do.â
He inspected the package and found it covered in Oriental lettering. On the back he found, in small print, MADE IN KOREA. âA Korean condom?â he said, as she got back into bed. Where had she found it? Had there been an Opposition fact-finding tour of the
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