Jane goes to her knees and I'd just tell her to get up again, if she didn't look so damn earnest about the whole thing. Earnest, yes, that's the word that comes to mind as she takes me in her mouth, warm and wet despite all the hesitation, with those big eyes looking up even before she pulls back to ask, "Am I doing this right?".

God help me.

"Will you show me how you like it?"

As amusing as it would be - or should be, if my mind would just cooperate - to lean back, eyes closed, and laugh at some fumbling girl on her knees, well, it just doesn't seem the day for it. No, not at all.

"No, not really," I finally say, because she damn well asked, though I'm still smiling. The idea of trying to explain the whole thing to her is amusing, in it's own right, but there's something in the air today and I imagine I'll get a few sentences in - Have you ever had a lollipop? - before laughing again. "You just need practice is all."

I pull her to her feet for another kiss. "How about a drink?" I ask her, arms still wrapped around her waist to pull her close. The dressing room's fine, really, but it loses some of its appeal when it's not a heat of the moment sort of thing.