I Watched Her
Her first time with another
I watch her. She seems nervous. But those familiar mannerisms, that head tilt, the downward look, eyes cast upwards, betray something else. She is flirting. I have seen it a thousand times. Always directed towards me. Watching it now, thrills and terrifies me. He recognises it too, leaning forward, his hand brushing her knee, a fraction below her hemline, gentle, casual, accidental? Those long legs hardly move, but it’s t...