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sort of sensual yet religious …’ He kept his head down. ‘Must find it.’
    Then, abruptly, his hand took hers, but still he kept his head down, thumbing through the pages with his remaining hand. His hand kneaded hers. ‘You’ll like this one … find it in a moment. Must be in the “Songs” section …’
    The book fell to the floor and he turned to her. She glimpsed his face blindly seeking hers, and then it was against her skin and he was kissing her ear, again and again. And then his face moved over and his mouth came down on hers and luxuriously, deliciously, she opened her lips and boldly but oh so slowly she slid her tongue into his mouth. She could feel his body starting to tremble. So bold, so suddenly oblivious, she felt.
    Over on to the bed they keeled, locked together, his arms tremblingly round her. Her eyes closed, she lay pressed against him, arching her body into his and boldly, caressingly, drawing up her leg and wrapping it round his thigh. How he trembled!
    Just for one moment she opened her eyes, stared into the brightly lit room, stared at the red, intent rim of ear that was all she could see of him – he was buried in her hair again – and wildly she thought What
am
I doing? Or rather, these legs and these arms, what are
they
doing? Then she closed her eyes and felt only his limbs against hers. His breath was hot in her ear but he said nothing, just intensely, tremblingly, gripped her. His jacket slipped off; she felt it; then suddenly his hand was under her skirt and struggling up her leg.
    She stiffened. Oh no! With a jerk she unwrapped her leg and clenched it against her other one, trapping his hand mid-thigh. She opened her eyes and stared at that red rim of ear. No!
    A silent struggle; heavy breathing. She stared fixedly at the bright, bookish room. But he was too strong, and suddenly his hand shot up to – she felt herself blushing – the hole at the top of her tights. Damn my tights! she thought.
    ‘No!’ she whispered.
    ‘Oh Laura, for God’s sake let me!’ His urgent voice was muffled by her hair. His other hand – thrilled and appalled, she felt it – started to unbutton his trousers. It was insane, it was dreadful, it was almost comic … but she couldn’t stop, not after that thing with John.
    ‘Turn off the light then,’ she whispered. ‘And lock the door.’
    He took his hand out. She sat up and smoothed down her skirt. He struggled to the door, his trousers held up round his hips by one hand. With the other he switched off the light. In the darkness she heard the key turning in the lock. His footsteps returned.
    She heard a rustling of his trousers falling to the floor and then a small, almost undistinguishable sound that must be his underpants following them. Then, workmanlike, he tugged off her tights and knickers. Silently she screamed Oh no! This isn’t what I wanted at all! I didn’t mean it, not really – well, not quite really, not like this, anyway. I came to you for something else.
    I’m nineteen, though. High time, isn’t it?
    The bed creaked as he got down beside her and pressed his hot legs against her bare ones. She clamped hers shut.
    ‘Er, you on the Pill?’ he hissed.
    ‘What?’
    ‘You on the Pill? You know …’
    A silence.
    ‘I’d better use something then, hadn’t I.’ He disentangled himself and she could hear him rummaging about amongst his clothes.
    Oh, it’s all wrong! she thought wildly. An hour ago he was my friend. It would have been easy then to have told him I was, well, virginal. Can’t now. Hope he doesn’t turn on the light; I feel so dreadfully silly dressed up on top and all bald on the bottom. It’d be better if we were at least naked. Hell!
    She was more alone, terribly alone, than ever. Here she was, losing her best friend just when she needed him most. Hateful, hateful bodies!
    Click. The light went on and she caught, transfixed, the sight of Mike, his hair sticking up, his socks on, his legs white as an old