I hadn’t made any effort. None of her neighbours looked up. Indian Sex Online, Zoe was talkative; boy could she talk! Nobody paid us any attention. Other hands ran gently over my face, tracing the contour of my cheek and jaw. She told me it wasn’t as easy as she’d imagined it was going to be, that she was only being invited out with her new uni flat mates as an afterthought, that she really didn’t enjoy the bustle and crowdedness of the Student Union bar, and that she was quiet and invisible and it was all too overwhelming. Zoe curled up beside me giggling in embarrassment and gripped my biceps tightly. She looked up at me. And every time she did this I would get a glimpse at the hint of two tiny mounds in her woolie jumper, a reminder that there under all that unsexy garb was a girl, a real girl. We both had lectures in the morning and she had to go wash her hair. Her eyes were smouldering. Instantly there was an electric shock making us jump apart.
