The effect was almost electric, and Terence never, never forgot it.

Nicky was a small person but the strength with which she suddenly pushed against him with a husky, harsh, almost animal cry almost knocked him off balance for a moment. He leapt back against the make-up table, pushed open the dressing gown: she was wearing a funny little singlet that came just past her waist, nothing else, she had small breasts and long thin legs and he could see her dark pubic hair. Terence knelt down on to the floor of the dressing room pulling Nicky down with him, he pulled the singlet over her head, kissed her passionately then put his mouth down to her breast. She instinctively grasped at him through his trousers almost in desperation, giving tiny, husky cries. He tried to undo the trousers, the zip stuck for a moment, then she rather inexpertly tried to help him and her hand was there as his penis almost bounced out, liberated, as if it had a life of its own. By now his trousers were caught round his legs, his shoes were in the way, his socks were in the way, his shirt and jacket were in the way, for a practised lover this was ridiculous but neither Terence nor Nicky thought of ridiculousness. Nicky leant across Terence, her mouth over his, her hands on his face; his hands felt the hair down below, his fingers pressed in, felt the tiny swollen clitoris, stroked it gently, stroking her, as she moved against his hand. Nicky, he whispered, Nicky, but she did not answer, simply pressed harder and harder against him. The strange, husky soft cry was almost continuous as she held on to him, pushed against him. At last he freed himself for enough time to get off his shoes and his trousers at least and then, moving astride her, he very very gently tried to put his cock inside her. Her eyes were closed but suddenly she opened them, and smiled up at him, the strangest, most beautiful smile in the world. He pushed to reach inside her, gently at first and then with more urgency, harshly almost; then she suddenly gave a great cry and almost at once began to move with him, move with his rhythm, clutching at his chest, at his arms, at his knees, gasping, gasping, gasping and then, when he felt he could not hold on any longer she called out in her husky, unforgettable voice – and even as he came Terence realised it was the first thing she had said since he’d walked towards her at the makeup table and he never forgot the words: yes now it is over – yes.

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