The last leg of the walk back took them through a narrow alleyway. One end looked onto a stagnant square of decorative water, the other onto a busy road. The young man stopped the girl and they started kissing again. Soon after they were having dry sex, initiated by the young man. The girl stood with her face to the brick wall and he lifted up her skirt and pulled down her knickers. She wasn’t aroused. He spat on his hand and rubbed it onto her vagina to get his dick in. He fucked her fast while making grunting noises which were in time with the thrusting. The wind was making the girl cold and she shivered.
       They heard footsteps and the sound of a conversation. The young man pulled the girl’s skirt down. She turned round and said they should probably go home before they got caught. The young man reluctantly agreed and put his now limp penis back in his trousers.
       ‘We’ll have to do that again,’ he said upon returning to the flat. The girl realised she’d lost her hair-band.
       ‘Did you have a good time?’ the shorter of the young men said.
       ‘Yeah, the meal was really nice,’ said the girl. ‘We went for cocktails after.’ He didn’t look up from his magazine. The taller young man put the kettle on.
       ‘I’m taking a girl out tomorrow,’ the shorter young man said after a few second’s silence.
       ‘Yeah?’ the girl said.
       ‘Yeah. She wants to go to a strip club.’
       ‘A strip club?’ the girl said. ‘How strange.’
       ‘She’s Russian,’ he said, as if by way of explanation.
       ‘Where did you meet her?’
       ‘At work. She works for one of the other teams.’
       ‘How old is she?’
       ‘I’m not sure. Young. Maybe twenty.’
       The girl nodded her head. The taller one brought their teas and they sat looking at the television. The taller one’s phone rang. He looked at it, then pressed the red button quickly.
       ‘Who was that?’ the girl said.
       ‘My mum.’
       ‘At this time?’
       ‘That’s why I’m not answering,’ he said, then went to the toilet.

An hour later the couple went to bed. The young man switched the light off. The girl undressed, leaving her clothes on the floor and put on one of the young man’s T-shirts, taken from his dirty pile. She counted to five in her head. Most nights it started on 6 or 7, but tonight she only had to count to five. He told her he needed to come, was still horny from the alleyway. First, he took hold of her thighs and brought her closer to him. Their hip bones clinked against each other, and the girl pulled away, just a little. The young man reached under the T-shirt and grabbed her left breast, a little roughly. There were usually five positions to get through, and tonight it was the same as usual, except he came quicker, as the girl predicted. She could usually make herself come by going on top, but tonight she couldn’t be bothered. She thought of the shorter one’s date with the Russian girl, and what they would talk about, and whether she’d hear them having sex the following night.

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