.â
âAh, Soph, come onâI neverâ¦â He took her arms. âSophie, listen, I really, really like you.â
But he had to laugh.
âWhat are you laughing at, Carl, just get stuffed!â
He pulled her back on the couch.
âAh, Sophie, calm down!â
She relaxed against him.
âDo you really like me?â
âYeah, I sure do.â
He hugged her as tightly as he could. He slipped his hand between her legs.
âCome on, Soph, we havenât got much time.â
She sighed and held his penis again.
They lay facing each other and he pushed slowly into her. She moved with him. He gazed over her shoulder, his mind a blank as the inexorable rhythm built up. It seemed to go on for ages. She clutched his back, breathing harshly again.
âBaby! Please, baby!â
This time more urgently. He went on and on. Her vagina was looser and the pleasure not so sharp for him. She shook her head, her hair flying in his face, and kissed him clumsily. She hooked one leg round his backâhe felt the heavy muscle in her thigh convulseâher cunt seemed to open and close like a great flower and he came with a slow easy pulse.
He tried to break away but she pulled him to her. Her body was wet and her breast and belly clung to him.
âYou did that time, didnât you?â
âMmmâ¦yeah, I sure did.â
He felt a stupid pride; he wanted to shout from the windows:
âI made Sophie come!â
He lay in contentment. I feel funnyâhappy! He tried to think of something to worry aboutâhis motherâhis jobâbut nothing happened.
Sophie shifted uncomfortably.
âI got to go to the toilet and that, Iâm not on the pill, it makes my boobs ache.â
âOh right, OK, just wait a bit.â
He stroked her belly and thighs; they were sticky.
âNo, Carl, I got to go. I had a baby before, you know.â
âNo, I didnât, what?â¦what happened?â
âI told you, I got in trouble at school.â
âOh right, yeah.â
âI had it and Dad made me adopt it. Now he thinks Iâm a slut; heâd kill me if it happened again.â
âChrist, Sophie! This is Australia .â
âYeah, but Dad doesnât know that, he thinks itâs Cyprus and that. The other day he goes, he turns around and he goes, âSophie, you get in trouble again and make your mother ashamed and Iâll kill youâ.â
âBloody old prick! Never mind, Soph, Iâll look after you.â
âYeah, yeah, but I still have to go.â
She left the room.
Poor Soph. Iâd like toâ¦to⦠He didnât know what. What if she gets pregnant? Well, she could get an abortion, for Christâs sake. Anyway, she knows what to do. He heard running water again and the toilet flush. He lay back and smoked a cigarette.
The icons gazed down on him with approval. He raised a finger to Sophieâs father; the old peasant looked back with impotent rage.
Bloody Greeks! Iâll leave that place tonight, bugger it, and Iâll get a proper job with lots of money and Iâll stop drinking so much and taking stoppers and that andâ¦I canât wait for Mother to snuff it, I must make some money, then I couldâ¦I could take Sophie out, yeah.
He sighed and stretched himself; he could smell his sweat. Shit, I need a shower.
Sophie came back. She had a short towel wound tightly round above her breasts. She stooped and picked up her clothes, her bottom appearing distractingly. He reached for her.
âHey, come on, Carl, itâs getting late.â
Her body was damp and cool. She stroked his neck and pushed him away, repeating,
âItâs getting late, you better get dressed, I got to clean up.â
âShit, why? I donât give a fuck if Iâm late, bugger them! Come here!â
âNo, Carlâcome on, Conâll be back soon and if he sees you heâll go, âIâll tell Uncle
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