Ellen tells me she’s got the day off, so we spend it together. Daft stuff, like walking through the park and getting ice creams. She likes vanilla, I’ve always gone for chocolate. They’re a good mix, together. When we get back to mine she asks if she can come in. I wish I’d tidied up but it’s not like she hasn’t seen the mess before. There’s an old film on one of the Freeview channels so we sit down to watch it, but halfway through she slides her arm around my shoulders. I don’t mean to make so much of it, but when I turn in surprise it just seems natural to kiss her.
She tastes sweet, and her lips are cool and soft as ice cream. I kiss her again, worried she’s going to melt away from me. Her hand comes up to cup my boob, and it’s like there’s a direct line sending the tingles straight do
