Betty’s whole body seemed to shiver up and down with it as did her breaths. Indian XXX Then panic. Leaning against the radiator in the kitchen chatting away to mum, Fi making toast. She was dressed simply in figure hugging jeans, boot cut and hanging loosely over what looked like soft brown leather cowboy boots. A quick pink tongue darted out and pulled the rest of the chip in to her mouth in a single movement. I could hardly bring myself to look up at her face. Mum looked up from her tea after they were gone and smiled at me over her glasses. My fingers trembling, I passed the chip up towards the parted lips of Betty. I sat and stared at the text on the table in front of me until the women finished their toast and Fi and Betty flounced past me on the way to get changed to go out. The soft full lip peeled back as I touched it to reveal Betty’s lower teeth. My impulse was to quiz her on the lovely Betty but I thought better of it. I wondered quickly if this would be the closest I would ever come to actually kissing her and so vowed to remember each detail of the moment.
