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when surely any red-blooded male feels entitled to at least a kiss and a cuddle, and generally a lot more.
    As we drove back towards Oxford he was still talking about grouse, followed by his uncle’s estate in Scotland, malt whisky and the Loch Ness monster. By then I was beginning to feel insulted, as if he’d decided I wasn’t worth his while, only for him to park in a side street off the Iffley Road, a long way from both his college and mine. It was quite dark, with big chestnut trees overhanging the road and a single dim streetlight, making me think of being eased down to take his cock in my mouth or even fucked over the seat. If I turned him down and he kicked me out of the car it was a long walk back to college in my heels, so maybe, just maybe, it would be easier to give in. He gave a low sigh.
    ‘This is about as close as I can get without being clamped tomorrow morning, but don’t worry, I’ll walk you back to Boniface.’
    ‘Oh.’
    Any other man would have heard the emotion in my voice. Not Giles. He got out, waited for me to join him and double-checked that he’d locked the car, then set off, once more talking as if he was walking beside a male friend and not a – hopefully – pretty girl with no bra and the shape of her breasts clearly outlined beneath her dress. By the time we reached St Boniface I’d even begun to wonder if he was gay, only to have my doubts pushed aside as he spoke.
    ‘So what’s it to be: a kiss goodnight, or up to your room for some good dirty sex until five in the morning?’
    He’d said it as if he was suggesting we go for a coffee. I was completely taken aback, so much so that I didn’t know what to say, or whether to laugh, to slap his face, or to take him in and let him enjoy himself with me until dawn. Another push and I might have given in, but he waited and when I finally found my voice it was to stammer out an awkward, defensive lie.
    ‘Um … it’s not a good time … sorry. You know how it is.’
    His mouth twitched briefly into a grin, maybe knowing, maybe sympathetic, before he leaned forwards to kiss me.
    ‘Another time then. Goodnight.’
    He gave a little bow, perhaps mocking me, perhaps just playful, and withdrew, leaving me feeling confused, relieved and yet full of regret. As I went in I was trying to tell myself that I’d made the right decision, and really handled him quite well, but there was an empty feeling inside me. I climbed to my room and began to undress, all the while imagining how things would have been if I’d asked him up; urgent kisses, my dress pulled up over my head, his cock freed into my hand and then my mouth, my shoes and knickers kicked away and then full sex, maybe in the same rude kneeling position Stephen had taken me in just two nights before.
    I knew what I was going to do, and that there was no point in trying to stop myself. A quick wash and I got into bed, naked, my thighs coming up and open as I imagined what might have been. I began to touch myself, circling my clit to make the sobs come, of both passion and regret, wishing he’d been firm with me in the car, parking in some lonely lay-by, pulling out his cock and demanding that I suck him off, or bending me over the bonnet to take me from behind as other cars swept past, their headlights illuminating my near-naked body with my dress pulled up to my neck and my knickers pulled down as Giles thrust into me. I was nearly there, only for my fantasy to be shattered by the sudden bang of the outer door and Violet’s voice.
    ‘Sh! You’ll wake Poppy.’
    A masculine voice answered, very deep. ‘Then I’ll deal with her too.’
    ‘Don’t be ridiculous! She’s a nice girl.’
    I’d frozen, only to quickly pull the bedclothes up as I realised that all Violet needed to do was duck down and peep in the keyhole to discover that I was no more a nice girl than she was. When I heard her door close I tried to relax, but it wasn’t easy, with their voices just audible through