He pulled away slightly and cupped her face in his large hands. ‘Look at you, all worked up and blotchy-eyed,’ he said, and kissed her gently on the lips.

Sarah kissed him back, but her nose was blocked and she could hardly breathe. She felt Roger’s tongue in her mouth and all at once she felt the exciting, tingling feelings he always made her experience. He kissed her harder, and her body responded with fevered passion. It felt so good to be loved, and she relished the comfort of being able to forget her grief for a while. When Roger undid her skirt and it dropped to the floor, she didn’t protest. He pressed his body up against hers, and she stumbled backwards until she was leaning against the sink. Roger slipped her top off over her head and lifted her bra to kiss and caress her breasts. He then picked her up in his strong arms and sat her on the edge of the sink. Her legs seemed to naturally part, and Roger stood in between them as he pushed his hard manhood against her. She could feel him fumbling between her legs, and as he kissed her fervently, she felt him pull her knickers to one side. There was a pain as his penis entered her and she fought against him as his hips began to thrust back and forward.

‘Roger … it hurts …’ she said, squirming.

‘It’s all right,’ Roger said, and pushed harder and faster into her.

‘No … Roger … please stop, you’re hurting me …’ Sarah said and could feel her body clenching as she tried to pull away from him.

He was pounding into her now, and she recoiled as he grunted and dug his fingers into her shoulders. That noise, the one she’d heard so many times when her mother had entertained men. She hated it and again pleaded with him to stop, but he threw his head back and shouted in triumph as he reached his climax.

Sarah couldn’t bring herself to look at him as Roger pulled himself away from her. There was something wet in her knickers and she quickly closed her legs. She jumped down from the sink, feeling sick inside.

‘I know it wasn’t much fun for you, Sarah. It was your first time and it always hurts, but it’ll be better for you the next time,’ Roger said as he buttoned up his trouser fly.

Sarah hated what had happened. She’d wanted him at first, his touch had brought her comfort, but then she had come to her senses and begged him to stop. ‘You really hurt me,’ she cried.

‘Oh, come on, it wasn’t that bad. You can’t get a bloke going like that and then expect him to stop. Sorry if I got a bit carried away, but that’s the effect you have on me.’