“We fucked each other with fingers first. She came. I didn’t. She was a bit rough, and I wasn’t used to that, and it made me clam up a bit. She told me to relax, told me I wasn’t making it easy for her.”

Tania gave a small gasp, but Jacky ignored it and carried on.

“We had another drink, some cheap wine shit she had in the fridge. It helped, I guess—I loosened up a bit. She came at me again, a bit gentler this time, and I got into it a lot more. I was getting more and more turned on and—” She stopped talking as a blush spread heatedly across her chest and throat. “She said she wanted to lick me, and although I was nervous because it was my first time, I was feeling a bit bolder from the wine, so I pushed her head down there.”

Jacky closed her eyes, trying to talk past the memories without actually feeling them. “She pushed her face into me and licked me a few times, and it felt…wonderful. She asked me if I wanted her to carry on, and I said yes, and then her face was really in there, her tongue doing fantastic things to me.” Her face was flaming now as she neared the crucial part of her story.

Tania released her hand to snake an arm around her neck and played with the back of Jacky’s hair. It was an action that always soothed her.

“So then she started fucking me with her tongue, and that felt unbelievably good. I could feel my orgasm coming, like it was coming from everywhere, all over me. I’d never felt anything like it. And then, um, I came. Only I…I wet myself.” She hung her head in shame. “All over her face.” Jacky cringed and shut her eyes. The memory was mortifying. She risked a look up at Tania, dreading what she might see.

“Oh my God,” whispered Tania. “You ejaculated?”

Jacky stared at her, uncomprehending. Tania seemed…intrigued, rather than disgusted.

“You…you don’t think that’s gross?”

“Is that what she said? That it was gross?”

Jacky nodded. “It kind of freaked her out a bit. I mean, she sort of laughed it off, but I…I could tell she was trying hard not to say anything too nasty. She couldn’t wait to get in the bathroom and clean up. And, oh God, the mess it made of the bed.” Jacky paused, remembering how it felt to think there was something wrong with her. “I was so embarrassed. And I left straight away. I couldn’t stay there. I thought it would be okay; I could deal with knowing what had happened if I didn’t see her again, but a few nights later, I bumped into her and her two best friends in a club. It was obvious she’d told them. They all made sarcastic comments about it, and although I was really hurt, she just walked away from me.”