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‘It’s fine. I didn’t really fancy giving Jean-Claude a blow job anyway.’
Lesley giggled. Then she had an idea. ‘We wouldn’t look like losers if we just stopped because we had better things to do.’
‘What do you mean?’
‘If we were overcome with lust, for instance, and we just had to throw down here because we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.’
Al looked at her closely. ‘It could happen.’
‘They may be the first to the top, but they’d still wish they were us.’
Al’s gaze dropped to her mouth. ‘But we’d have to—’
Lesley shrugged. ‘I’m game if you are. It wouldn’t be so bad, would it? I’m a very good kisser, you know.’
‘So am I.’ Al grinned.
‘Okay, quick,’ Lesley said, grabbing Al as Cassie’s booming voice could be heard getting closer. ‘Kiss me!’ She shifted off the rock onto the grass and pulled him down beside her as she pressed her lips to his. Al lay half on top of her, his mouth warm and soft on hers. Heat washed over her as she curled her hand into the short hair at the nape of his neck, the smell of warm grass mingling with the clean, soapy smell of Al’s skin. She moaned loudly as she heard footsteps approaching, just in case Cassie wouldn’t spot them. But in reality there was nothing moan-worthy about the way Al was kissing her. Maybe he was off his game because he was thrown by seeing Cassie. Or perhaps he was holding back because he didn’t want to take advantage of the situation, so he didn’t open his mouth, or try to slip her the tongue. He was keeping it professional, which on the whole she appreciated – especially in light of her recent horniness. She lifted her top as she heard the others approach. ‘Stick your hand up my shirt,’ she hissed at Al, aware of Cassie and Jean-Claude approaching in her peripheral vision.
He frowned and shook his head.
‘Just do it!’ When he hesitated, she grabbed his hand and moved it under her T shirt herself. She was very aware of her damp skin and the rivulet of sweat between her breasts, but it was all for a good cause. His hand felt warm, barely touching her skin as it hovered uncertainly over her stomach and curled around her waist, carefully avoiding going anywhere near her breasts. ‘Oh Al,’ she moaned for effect.
She heard Cassie’s disgusted tut when she saw them, muttering something about acting like teenagers as she passed, and she clamped Al’s hand to her and continued kissing him until the footsteps had faded into the distance. She released her hand then, but he didn’t move his, and carried on kissing her.
‘Um ... Al.’ She pushed him away gently. ‘They’re gone.’
‘Oh.’ He lifted himself off her, blinking dazedly, as if waking up. ‘So they have. Sorry.’
‘Jeez, get a room, you two!’ She heard Scott’s laugh, and looked up to see him and Stella looking down at them. ‘Come on,’ he said to Stella, grabbing her hand. ‘We’re beating them to the top. I’m after that blow job from Van Damme.’
Al sat up as Stella’s giggle faded into the distance, resting his elbows on his knees. Lesley was interested to see that now he was the one out of breath.
He turned to her as she sat up beside him. ‘Well, that was ... nice.’ He smiled at her, his eyes crinkling, and she thought what a lovely warm smile he had.
‘Yeah, it was.’ She ran her hand idly over the grass. ‘It was lovely.’
They sat in silence for a few minutes, both looking out over the view.
‘So,’ Lesley said finally, brushing blades of grass from her hands, ‘should we go on to the top?’
Al shook his head. ‘Let’s just stay here for a while.’ He looked at her questioningly. ‘Enjoy the view.’
‘Fine by me,’ she said happily, relieved she wouldn’t have to go any further. ‘Plus that way we avoid being rotten wankers.’
30
‘So, what are we doing today?’ Adam asked, eyeballing Lesley in the mirror as he raked his fingers through her hair.
‘Just a trim, I think.’ It was the day of the Simpsons’ party, and Lesley thought it would be a good excuse to get her hair done at the same time as quizzing Adam – kill two birds with one stone.
‘Really?’ Adam looked disappointed. ‘You wouldn’t like to go for something a bit different?’
‘Well ... maybe.’ She didn’t want to get too much off, but a quick trim wouldn’t give her much time for grilling Adam. ‘What would you suggest?’
‘A different parting maybe? It’s a bit old-fashioned.’ Adam played around with Lesley’s hair, parting it on one side, then the other, looking at it thoughtfully in the mirror each time, his head tilted to one side. ‘I think it’s best parted this way,’ he said, sweeping Lesley’s hair to the right. ‘It suits the shape of your face better.’ He looked at Lesley in the mirror, his eyebrows raised questioningly.
‘Yes, that looks good.’
