So Larry drove us home, and I put my hand on his leg all the way, and he didn’t push it off or nothing, and when we were on the straight bits where he didn’t need to change gear and stuff, he put his hand on mine. When we got back home, I couldn’t wait to get close to him, so as soon as we got in the front door, I pushed him to the wall and shoved my hands up his shirt and kissed him. Larry didn’t try and pull away; he just kissed me back. It wasn’t just nice, it was f*****g fantastic.
We kissed until we had to stop to breathe, and then I rested my head on the wall above Larry’s head while he nuzzled into my chest. Then he looked up. “I’ve been an idiot.”
“That’s okay,” I said. “You’re still way cleverer than me.”
Then Larry laughed, and we kissed again, and I got his trousers undone, a
