She seemed to be leaning in for a kiss but Guy felt edgy again now. He didn’t like his own face staring back at him when he was about to pucker up. It was somewhat off-putting. But any choice he thought he had was quickly snatched from him as Sindy’s face came smacking down on top of his, fastening itself quickly and smoothly at the lips. He could taste the simulated strawberry of her lipstick, a sickly surface sensation that soiled and spread on his taste buds, a sudden spate of sensory contamination. In another second her tongue was slithering its way between his lips and probing purposefully inside, seeking out its reluctant partner for a dance. But Guy was no longer in a dancing mood. He was panicking again, big time.

     Desperately, he pulled himself away and sat back a moment, panting and violated. What was wrong with him? This was what he wanted wasn’t it?

     Sindy was now displaying a face akin to that of a wounded animal. His own face had gone from her cheeks. She just looked hurt.

     “I’m sorry” he said, “erm, just a bit fast for me, that’s all. Don’t go thinking you’re not hot, ‘cause you are you know, you’re like well hot. Just a bit fast for me, that’s all, just a bit too fast”. His face blushed bright red.

     Then Sindy shed her wounded animal look and replaced it with one of almost patronising sympathy. With her eyes opened wide and her eyebrows raised slightly it was the type of face someone would make when setting eyes on a really cute baby. He expected her to go ‘ahh’ at any moment. But Guy was not a really cute baby. He was a man and felt he should be respected as one.

     “You’re cute baby” Sindy said, in what Guy interpreted as a somewhat belittling tone, “but its ok, we don’t have to do this here.”

     She placed her hand back high on Guy’s thigh and put her seductive face back on. He liked this. It was like the scene had been before all the embarrassing kissy-ness had occurred.

     “How about we go back to mine?” Sindy continued, playfully moving her strokes toward his groin, “I can show you the type of job I really do, the job I’m best at”. She had begun licking her lips now, Guy noticed, tossing her tongue to and fro in slow, saliva caresses.

     He smiled at her. He liked it when she was being all saucy and suggestive with him. The kiss had come on too fast that’s all. He’d be alright. This is the girl of his dreams after all, he’d been desperate for this his whole life. Pull yourself together man, he thought.

     “Sure thing babes. Let’s do it. Let’s go back to yours”.  He winked at her. Then he wondered how many times he had winked at her since they had started talking. A lot, he imagined, but you’ve always got to wink at them when you’re being all saucy. That’s how they know you’re being saucy. They’d never catch-on otherwise. He’d seen guys doing it in the movies all the time. Again, he peered longingly at her. She really looks like the real thing, he perved.

     “Super!” she screeched, “drink up then Kenny boy, you’re about to go on the ride of your life”.

     Sneeringly, he wondered if she tasted like the real thing.