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However, it was two blokes in there." Not any more," said Joanne. "Two guys may have gone in, but only onecame out. The other came out a female. You could tell from his...sorry... her face. She's just had an orgasm. A female orgasm." Rubbish," I said.But there was something funny about Charlie. A few moments later, theman who had been in there with him came out with a very smug grin onhis face. He returned to his seat at the bar and high-fived the personnext to him."I think that was actually her first time," whispered Joanne."Charlie's just lost her cherry."A couple of kittens went up to Charlie and spoke to him. He couldn'tstop a little smile from creeping across his face, which was the cuefor one of the kittens to hug him. The other one joined in. It wasn'tthe sort of embrace that men would do, say in a sports situation whereone of them has just scored a goal, or the hug of two old friends whohaven't seen each other for years. It was a girly hug between the threeof them.One of the. I still had time. I could still drive away. Or I could follow them, and well, who knows what would happen? Looking back, I think if I hadn’t been reading Mari’s letter, then none of it would have happened anyway. I wouldn’t have been at the beach, or feeling as horny as I did when I met Raj--let alone take him to meet his friends. But there was something about the letter that gave me permission--if that makes any sense--gave me permission to fuck other people. Which was worse? Fucking your sister’s husband or having some fun with a young virgin. Or six young virgins? I opened the car door and got out after the last of the boys was out of sight. I walked down onto the beach, still telling myself I could turn back if I wanted to. But I was more and more convinced that I didn’t want to. Though my excitement increased with each step, I kept on walking. The dunes were wooded--scrubby little trees which provided some shade in the heat of the day, and would give us some privacy. I walked up.
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