Lucy smiled at Ian's message. They had met a few hours earlier after Ian had lost his phone, and she had offered to help him look for it. She had also exchanged numbers with him so he could let her know if the matter had been resolved.

When Ian told Lucy he had no idea which of the many benches in the square he had been sitting on because of his memory issues, it struck a chord with Lucy, whose own poor memory had caused similar mishaps in the past. This meant that his message confirming he'd actually forgotten to take his phone out with him, rather than having lost it, was one she fully understood.

Once Lucy had read Ian's message, she decided to call him. This wasn't something she would have imagined doing under normal circumstances, but someone who understood some of the issues she faced seemed ideal company as she tried to cope with the difficulties her life presented.

Ian was both surprised and delighted by Lucy's call, and they soon found themselves chatting over coffee after deciding to meet. Lucy was struck by Ian's determination not to see himself as a victim, not least because his philosophy aligned with hers.

Both Lucy and Ian were delighted by how easily their conversation flowed, helped by not having to explain some of their common issues to someone new. Previous attempts to get to know people they found interesting had occasionally been awkward, though not always, and the absence of this was something their discussion turned to.

"Being with someone who understands the issues makes everything much simpler, so you can get to the fun stuff much sooner," Lucy said, correctly assuming that Ian understood the direction she wanted to steer their conversation.

Lucy knew Ian lived locally too, and hoped he would be happy to walk to her flat and spend time with her there. When she suggested this, Ian explained that he had been about to invite her to his home, but that she had beaten him to it.

Once Lucy welcomed Ian into her home, they swapped condensed versions of their life stories, which naturally led to discussions about relationships, sex, and what they were seeking.

"I tell people I'm looking for someone who's as upfront, daft and cheeky as me, but they still have work to do beyond that. I also explain that if their criteria are any more complicated, we might not get on," Lucy laughed.

Ian explained that his answer to the question would be very similar, though he would also add not making life any more complicated than it needed to be to his list of non-negotiable traits.

"Oh, I like that one. Exploring 'uncomplicated, upfront, daft, cheeky fun' sounds right up my street," Lucy shouted, eager to put into practice what she'd said and what she'd heard.

Once Lucy had led Ian by the hand into her bedroom, they both undressed. Lucy also gave Ian some important advice.

"If I grab a part of you and put it where I'd like it, that's not me being rude; it's just practical. If I know what I want but my brain can't help me explain it properly, I'd be left hoping you'd guess correctly. Something tells me you would, but my method makes misunderstandings less likely. Does that make sense?" Lucy asked.

Ian nodded to confirm he understood. Once they had climbed onto the bed, he placed his hands in Lucy's, and she lifted them to her breasts with a giggle and a wide smile.

As soon as Lucy felt Ian's massage strokes, she sighed and giggled happily. When she touched the back of his head, Lucy was sure Ian would know she wanted him to suck on her erect nipples, and the pleasure of feeling his firm kisses matched her delight at being right.

When Lucy took Ian's hand and placed it between her legs, his lips continued to arouse her. The combination of his touch and the wash of her erotic flow over her thumping clit was perfection itself, and Lucy knew Ian was exciting her in a way that would take her where she needed to be.

Ian's ability to focus on tasks was often compromised, as was his memory, but not on this occasion. His commitment to Lucy's pleasure was total, and her body was hot and trembling with arousal as she gasped and moaned loudly between bursts of laughter that kept Ian smiling too.

Lucy's movements against Ian's massage further increased its tempo and intensity. Being this aroused by something many would consider straightforward was a source of joy for Lucy and Ian alike.

Lucy's need to feel the power of erotic release was overwhelming. As her body went into spasm, her mind descended into chaos, and she let out a blissful cry of happiness.

Ian continued to excite Lucy's body with his touch as she writhed, laughed, and cried out in response to the beauty of her orgasm. Wave after wave of unrestrained pleasure crashed through her, and Lucy's cheeks glowed as tears of joy slid down her face.

Ian's attention had been spectacular, but his gentle caress as Lucy enjoyed the aftermath of her climax felt just as special to her.

Once Lucy felt ready to speak, her words made more sense to Ian than they would have to most people.

"We're not well placed to talk about remembering anything, but emotions are different. I might not be able to recall the finer details of what just happened tomorrow, but I'll remember how it made me feel forever."

Ian realised he couldn't hope to match what Lucy had said, but she understood. She knew that next time it might be his turn to sum everything up, but if it wasn't, whatever happened would be no less special.