I’d never had sex with a woman before, definitely not with anyone as elegant as Siobhan. Siobhan, who was from Connecticut but who’d gone to middle school in London. Siobhan, who wore pearl studs, played squash, and had two Tibetan mastiffs at home, Valentine and Watson. Her privilege was like a perfume. We had sex standing up. She leaned back against her door, pushing her pelvis toward me. Her back arched like syrup dripping off a spoon. Afterward, we lay on her bed, drenched in moonlight. She fell asleep with one hand on my breast, one smooth leg crooked over my thighs. I slipped out of her
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