Taking the Edge Off

‘Can I help? There’s something I could do, surely?’ she asked then, and he didn’t know what she meant. Surely not THAT!

‘I doubt it.’

‘You just need to get laid is all,’ she offered out of kind then, and Michael noticed that too. ‘Once that happens, you’ll calm down and get a hold of yourself and girl things will come naturally.’

‘What are you even suggesting right now?’

‘Follow me,’ she said, walking from the landing into her bedroom. Michael stood frozen solid. What was she doing? ‘Come in here,’ she said and disappeared out of view, and in all his teenage experience he knew even the sound of a woman slipping off her panties.

Her shadow bent double against the farthest wall, affirming his suspicion. Immediately the alarm bells rang, upstairs and down.

‘Michael,’ she snapped, and then to the other extreme, ‘I won’t bite.’

Michael walked into the room to find her sat on the edge of the bed where her skirt had ridden up her thighs. He wouldn’t otherwise have noticed but this was one weird scene to find himself in.