Susie wakes with the particular cotton-mouthed awareness of someone who drank too much cheap wine the night before.
Her eyelids drag apart, sticky with leftover mascara, and she blinks at the ceiling—water stain shaped like Florida, crack running from the light fixture like a river on a map.
Her own ceiling—recognition always arrives a half-second delayed after a heavy pub night.
She stretches, arms overhead, spine arching off the mattress.
Her boobs jiggling free.
She slept nuddy last night!
Her hand drags down, nails catching on the worn sheet, and that's when she feels it—the warm weight of another body in her bed.
She turns her head.
Johnno lies on his back beside her, completely naked, one arm thrown above his head in a posture of absolute vulnerability.
Balls visible between his legs.
The sheet has pooled around his ankles, kicked off sometime in the night.
"Christ! Did I? Did we? "
She remembers now, pieces assembling like a film cut out of order.
The pub.
The darts tournament she definitely lost.
Johnno from the engineering department, offering a consoling drink.
Fuck!
Rebounds!
Three weeks since Marcus stopped texting back, and Johnno looks at her like she is the first woman he has ever seen.
And she brought him to her pad!
Desperate sod!
Or a more desperate gal!
Like a porn montage, it skitters behind her eyelids.
Cowgirl!
She was riding high, grinding low.
Bucking wild, her tits bouncing towards the ceiling.
Sheez- her climax cleared her alcohol fuzzed head for those mega-memorable seconds.
Her mobile, bedside, indicates 6.00 AM.
Why is the light so aggressive through the thin blinds?
Fuck! Fuck, daylight saving.
She's naked.
She's horny.
Her fingers know the drill.
Forked both sides of her clit hood.
The best game of peek-a-boo a girl can ever play.
Now you see my itty-clitty, now you don't.
The delicate, delicious drag of crinkled skin over a pink pearl.
The best shucked oyster on the planet.
Moist and slick, as you drag your feminine dew upwards.
The feedback loop, well, it's deluxe pampering.
Anything better—
Jonno rolls over.
Cute cock.
Plenty of schlong in an unaroused state.
Nineteen and both fully primed last night.
"Jonno, Jonno," in his ear, pushing his shoulder.
His cock way ahead of his fogged brain.
Susie rakes her nails across his chest.
Yep, he's alert.
She pinches his nipples.
He's stiff where it counts.
Guys like it simple.
No romance bullshit.
No comments on their performance last night.
Snippets flash through his synapses.
At least he gets her name right.
"Susie—" he starts.
She fills his mouth with her tongue, tickles his tonsils.
Mutual democratic enthusiasm.
Until she rises, wriggles her arse.
The girls in the know; actually, control sex.
"Dog me, you prick, hard, fast and nasty."
Cocks like a mission. Jonno's had one.
Her booty is divine. Twin hemispheres of peachy flesh.
The flash of her crinkled twin pink pleats, a foretaste of heaven.
"Oh, spit on your rod, extra lube, you sod!"
He pounds her.
She drags back with his pecker.
Instant clutching addiction.
"Fugh! Ah! Ahh! Fugh!"
"Orgh! Uhh! Uhh! Ooohh!"
Neolithic communication still working in the twenty-first century.
The mattress bounces. The springs creak. The sheet slips to the floor.
Susie is chock full of cock.
Jonno is pummelling sweet, wet, juicy snatch.
Youthful shagging eagerness.
The stretch. The fullness. The taking.
Balls slapping her bum cheeks, he's in so frickin' deep.
She's the one grunting. Louder than his moans.
The build-up is like a bungee free fall.
No time to think, the immediate high recoil.
Speed-gasms time two.
"Fugh! Uggghhh!"
"Orgghhh!"
A ragged collapse into the dip of the middle of the bed.
She runs her finger across his stubble.
She's the diva of one-night stands.
Somehow Jonno got a second dip.
She smirks.
The shower is lining up in Susie's mind as number three.