Within ten minutes the phone rang again.

- Hello?

- Molly?

- That's me. Darren?

- Yes.

- Well?

- - Erm, Trevor wondered... He said you might... he thought you might... have reconsidered.

- Did he? And did he tell you why he thought that?

- No.

- Have you wondered?

- No.

- No. Probably best not to, eh? In case you hear something you don't like. [Silence]. Okay then mate, what do you want?

- What Adam got.

- Do you know what Adam got?

- No.

- Look, I can't be arsed messing about here. As you can probably guess, thought you're trying not to, I'm being put in a situation where I can't say no to you. Lovely for you, huh? Shit for me, but what do you care? [Silence.] So here's the deal, mate. Unless you ask for something you won't get it. I'll only do what you've got the nerve to ask for. [Silence.] That's nothing then, is it? [Pause.] It was nice speaking to you, Darren. Be sure to tell Trevor the reason why you got blown out again...

- A blowjob.

- What?

- I'd like a blowjob.

- Uh huh. That all? Remember, unless you ask, you don't get.

- 69

- Uh huh. [Pause.] Well that's two wishes, Cinderella. D'you want a third or not? [Silence] Guess not.

- A fuck.

- There, that wasn't so hard to say, was it? Okay, so when d'you want this bit of "friendship"?

- Erm...

- Now? Half an hour? May as well strike while the iron's hot, huh?

Why am I not outraged? Why am I numb? Why am I going along with this? How has he done this to me?

Who am I? I don't recognise myself any more. Okay, in half an hour my doorbell is going to ring. Somebody I have never met is going to be at the other side, waiting for sex. Which I've promised him. Best get myself ready, huh?

Later

I take no pride in any of this. I barely recognise myself in this. It's like I was a spectator at my own fuck. These are the facts.

The doorbell rang at just after eight. I thought I was going to barf on the spot. I was shaking like a leaf when I opened the door. There was a kid on the doorstep, still in his teens I'd guess. Probably the same age as Thomas. Knowing what a devious bastard str8guy is, he's probably Thomas's best friend or something. He looked even worse than I did. Poor kid was crapping himself.

Christ, I'm a virgin-popper now.

He was on the chunky side. On the fat side, actually. I'm not sure what the definition of morbidly obese is, but he might be close. Seventeen stone, I should think. He smiled, but looked terrified. He even held out his hand for me to shake. Jesus, where the hell did str8 get this kid from?

A thought crossed my mind that he might be str8guy junior. It would be possible, if str8 was mid-forties. That would be too much - being used to break in the next generation of str8guys...

"Darren?" He nodded. "Come in."

I couldn't work out how I felt. Was I depressed, humiliated or angry? I had no fucking clue. I was just working on automatic pilot. Getting through it. Not thinking. Doing what I could to protect my mind from what my body was doing. I wasn't going to stand for any messing about though.

"Bedroom's through there. Take your shoes off first." He lumbered through and stood idiotically, waiting for me. "Hope you're clean. Did you wash?" He nodded. "Properly?" He nodded again. "Okay, clothes off." He looked like he was going to object but I turned my back on him and began to undress myself. When I was naked I turned round and saw a mound of lard sitting on my bed.

"This is probably going to be the most exercise you've ever had," I said. He smiled sheepishly, but his eyes were opened wide, staring at me. I realised this was probably the first time he'd seen a woman naked. "Like it?"

"Yes."

"Okay, let's see what we've got, shall we? Lie back."

He blubbered onto his back and my bed creaked in protest. His cock was stiff, but looked tiny because most of it was hidden by layers of fat. Not much danger of gagging on this one.

"When we get to the sixty-nine, mate, it's me on top, right?" He nodded. "And christ knows how we're going to do the fuck. We'll worry about that later." I got to my knees and sidled towards him. He jumped when I touched his knee and threw his hand over his cock protectively. "Can't suck it when you're covering it like that, sunshine."

He moved his hand and I bent forward and took his cock in my mouth. Immediately, he began to tense. I sucked and licked my tongue across his shaft and over his helmet, and he let out a moan. I looked up and saw an expression of terror on his face. He was about to come. I gripped his shaft and squeezed, gave him another lick for luck, then wanked him two or three times. He spurted all over his belly, five or six trails of come shooting from his dick in a silver trail.

"Hmm, pleased to see me, were you?"

He looked away in embarrassment and I felt sorry for him for a moment. He'd lasted less than a minute, probably nearer thirty seconds. Every young man's nightmare, I should imagine. Well, at least we were going to get this over with quickly.

"Up on the bed," I told him, pushing his knee. He flopped his head onto my pillow and I joined him on the mattress, kneeling beside him. I wiped his belly with a couple of tissues, watching in fascination as it wobbled like the sea on a windy day.

"Sixty-nine, okay?" I clambered over him and sat astride his stomach. Telling him to put his arms down, I sidled backwards, over his chest, waiting above him for a moment while he got his first close-up of a woman's parts, then lowered myself towards him. I was greeted by a slobbering kiss all over my pussy and his tongue pressed prodigiously against me. It was like being attacked by Licky the Labrador, which is what I shall call Darren for ever more.

I flattened myself against his belly and let him wage war on my nether parts while I squeezed and cajoled his dick back into life. I found if I breathed over it, he would squirm and it would visibly stiffen. A few whispering breaths and firm tugs, and he was erect again. If I stretched to take him in my mouth, my pussy moved too far away for him to reach, and I figured he'd want to keep playing with me, so I compromised by taking only his helmet between my teeth. I sucked on him hard while my hand wanked his shaft firmly. He was game, I'll give him that. It was only a few minutes since his climax, but he was hard and willing all over again. And close to coming, too...

He lasted a couple of minutes this time, maybe three, and as I felt his body spasm I pushed forward, allowing me to take his complete length in my mouth. He grunted as he came again and I felt his spunk spurt into my mouth, three or four jets, still quite copious given that he'd only just done it a few minutes before. I gathered it all up in my mouth and spat it onto his belly. I didn't feel under any obligation to swallow.

"Okay?"

He grinned happily, slowly overcoming his inhibitions. Sixty-nines are good for that, I find.

We waited another half hour before he was ready for his fuck. I figured it was best with me on top: it would save him a heart-attack and me multiple fractures. It was hard work. I was knackered by the end, my calf muscles screaming in pain. There was no chance of premature ejaculation this time - not third time around. Fifteen minutes it took - I timed it on the bedside clock because I had nothing else to do. Fifteen minutes to pop his cherry.

He shook my hand again on the way out.

Now, if you'll excuse me I'm going to disinfect my brain with half a bottle of vodka.