"I'm starting to get the idea," she says, a soft shy sliping out of her as he presses his finger into her, as he rubs his thumb over her clit. Suddenly, she can't help but forget what Murray had said, about wanting to know what Jim was like in the sack.

"Neither of us are sixteen anymore, Jim," she says, her breath catching when he bites her, just gently, with the edges of his teeth. "And I'm definitely putting how long you can last to the test. Don't worry."