‘You’ve never ‘done it’ with a girl, have you?’ Kelly again found herself on the defensive. ‘No. Why?’ ‘It’s just when I hear a guy ...say something like that, I know immediately that he has no idea what he’s doing.’ Bob turned to the waiter as he approached the table. ‘Can I interest you in any desert?’ Bob turned to Kelly with a questioning look. Kelly held her stomach and shook her head ‘no’. ‘Not even a piece of cheesecake to split?’ At least Bob wasn’t trying to get out cheep. Kelly again. Imposing bosom. A shock of wild curly honey blonde hair, and lips that glowed in flashes of inviting reds and browns. She seduced me, and we fucked in every imaginable position and every possible location. I’d fantasize about her at the dinner table and suddenly make my excuses and rush off to my room to fuck her. I fucked her on the bus one afternoon after swimming practice. The top deck was empty and I sat in the back row. I remember the cool feeling of my cock as I took it out of my pants.. Belfast in a bowl of hills. An area of outstanding natural beauty. Even in the war zone people are nice. By day they’re your cabbie, your butcher, the bus driver. I remember fucking Eilish in 1973 or maybe 75. She’d finally given up her virginity when she was maybe 30 years old. She went to confession Saturday nights wearing a headscarf. She didn’t want any mortal sins going into the priest’s ear for his later sweat-tossed delectation. So she stuck to venial. Venial was fun. In 1963 she wore a. “Melissa, um, I don’t think we should be doing this,” rolled from my mouth in shaky voice.“It’s okay,” she retorted in a sweet voice, “no one’s here to see.” Her lips were soft and tasted sweet of some sort of flavored Chap Stick or lip stick. First there was a peck on my top lip and then a small suck on my bottom lip. My left hand slipped from her hand and made contact with the bottom of her sundress. I slid it onto her bare warm skin and shifted it up under her firm glute, feeling its muscle..