One amazing intimate experience, apparently

“the thing that was going right on through my head as my buddy Sarah* slid her hand from my breasts, down my belly and underneath the musical organization of my knickers? The unkempt state of my pubic locks? Sarah don’t notice, and also as her hands found my clitoris, neither did we.

It wasn’t the way I expected a few drinks that are after-work a Thursday evening to get rid of. Tipsy as well as in sleep, maybe. With Sarah, definitely not.

Moving away from the train, we fancied a glass or two so texted around, and whenever no body had been free we thought of Sarah.