I grinned, seeing an opportunity to get my own back. “Most people aren’t.”

She gave me a shove, but I reckon it helped her get over her nerves. Turned out she shouldn’t have had any -- she could’ve told me she’d had plenty of girls before me and I’d have believed her. Frankly, after the first minute or so, I didn’t give a damn what or who she’d done before in her life, because she was doing me more than well enough. To start with, Pollyanna had this great look of concentration on her face, like she was learning to drive or something. It was kind of cute, too, her face being all serious while her hands ran over my body with eager anticipation.

Polly was a natural -- she seemed to know all the places to touch, all the range of touches. I guess you could say she knew all about slap and tickle. She also -- and this shouldn’t have surprised me -- was an expert in teasing me ‘til I wanted to scream out, “Just fuck me now!” But she knew when to stop teasing, too, and to get on with the action. Soon, she was lying beside me, propped up on one arm with the other hand diving inside me, her breasts jiggling like they were begging to be sucked -- something that I was more than willing to do for her (okay, and for me.) And by that time, her face was bloody amazing. The seriousness was gone, and instead... well, you know when you say “her face was a picture”? I’ll tell you what, you’d have known from Pollyanna’s face alone that it was a porno picture. Hot didn’t cover it. She seemed to be having as much pleasure out of giving as I was from getting. Mind you, pretty soon after that, I stopped thinking about anything but me, and what she was doing. Did I mention ‘amazing’?

I came twice and she came three times. She told me she’d save my next one for later. Later sounded good to me.

Afterward, we went down to the Black Griffin and watched Arsenal play Liverpool. Arsenal scored six. Turns out Pollyanna’s good at everything.