When his eloquence died down I submitted again to his kiss. I allowed his tongue to penetrate my mouth, and I responded as best I could.
His breath reminded me of the Major's, when I was kissed as a child.
I can't, surely, have been so naive as to imagine it would stop at a kiss! Rex was pressing me to him, running his hands over my shoulder blades, holding my loins, pulling me close to him by my buttocks. It was all very strange. I tried to project myself into him, and imagine his feelings. I tried thinking of myself as a girl with a lover. I was aware of his erection, hopping away there behind the double barrier of gents' suitings. In me there was some force resisting, and another opposite impulse wanting to explore, to experience, to advance further into the dark continent.
Rex repea
