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groaned, moving his hand back and forth over hers. ‘Yes, yes, yes. Squeeze it, Corrie, go on, squeeze it hard. Wank me. Oh yes.’ He let her hand go, scooped up her breasts and pushed his tongue deep into her mouth. ‘Let me put it in you,’ he begged. ‘Just a little way. Just for a minute.’
    He asked every time if he could put it in her, and every time Corrie said no. But now, not giving herself any time to think, she said, ‘Have you got any condoms?’
    Kevin pulled away from her and stared at her in disbelief. ‘Do you mean …?’ he gasped. ‘Are you saying …?’ And then he started to tremble. ‘Oh, shit, Corrie, I don’t believe it. Yes, I got plenty of johnnies. They’re here.’ He lifted his hips to delve into his back pocket then swore violently as he squashed his penis against the steering wheel.
    Corrie sucked in her cheeks so he wouldn’t see her laughing. She still wasn’t too sure she really wanted to do this, but … what the hell? It had been so long since she’d had sex and maybe this would form a bond between her and Kevin. After all, that was the whole point of tonight, wasn’t it?
    ‘Shall we get in the back?’ he said, struggling with the wrapping on his condoms.
    ‘I think we’d better.’
    They both stepped out into the biting night air. A low mist drifted across the countryside and the wind whined gently through the nearby wood.
    ‘God, it’s fucking freezing out here,’ Kevin shivered, pushing his trousers down to his knees. He pulled open the back door, plonked his bare bottom on the seat then proceeded to roll on his condom, his teeth chattering.
    Grimacing, Corrie slid into the back seat, and watched as Kevin swung his legs into the car and slammed the door. ‘Take your knickers off then,’ he said.
    For a moment or two Corrie simply stared at him, then shrugging she started to unfasten her shorts.
    ‘No! No!’
    ‘What’s the matter?’ Corrie looked at him, bewildered.
    ‘I want to pull your knickers down myself,’ he said, hardly able to speak his breath was so laboured. ‘Let me pull them down.’
    Corrie parted her hands, as if to say, be my guest, then she raised her hips as he started to tug.
    It was a farce. His thumb got twisted up in the elastic of her knickers, he slipped off the seat and cracked his knee on the floor, then he couldn’t get up because his trousers were restricting his movements. Corrie’s arm was jammed painfully against the door, and she really didn’t know whether she wanted to laugh or cry.
    Eventually he managed to get himself back on the seat, and to her surprise she saw that his erection had lost none of its ardour. By now she was wearing only her raincoat and blouse, which were both open, and her bra which was clamped tightly over the top of her breasts.
    ‘Lie down,’ he said, raising himself up to make room for her.
    Corrie wriggled beneath him, holding her raincoat together as she spread her legs either side of him.
    ‘That’s it,’ he said, somehow twisting himself onto his knees between her legs. ‘Are you ready?’
    ‘Well, I guess so,’ Corrie mumbled.
    He leaned forward, resting his hands either side of her head. Then he lowered his hips and started to stab about.
    ‘That’s my navel,’ Corrie told him.
    ‘I know it’s your bloody navel,’ he said tightly, ‘you’ll have to move up a bit.’
    ‘I can’t. There’s no room.’
    ‘Oh God! Well, I’ll just have to open the door.’
    ‘Are you mad? It’s freezing out there.’
    ‘Well I can’t get it in like this, can I?’ he barked, and reaching behind him he threw open the door.
    Surely this was happening to someone else, it couldn’t be her lying here on the back seat of a Volvo, gales of icy air blowing around her most intimate places, with a man whose trousers were at half mast and whose technique regarding foreplay …
    ‘Oooph!’ she grunted, as Kevin collapsed onto her.
    ‘Sorry,’ he mumbled.
    Suddenly Corrie could feel herself