Louis looked down fascinated at Miranda screaming on the bed beneath him. She was staring up at him as if searching for the answer to some insoluble, universal conundrum whilst bouncing about like a cod on a boat deck.
He wasn’t entirely new to sex although most of his experience had been downloaded off the internet, but things did seem to be going uncommonly well. He applied himself.
Miranda moaned and juddered. Then she flung her arms around his neck and hauled herself up to stare wondrously into his eyes, “God, you’re good,” she cried, “You’re so good!”
At this the breakthrough came, a revelation that wouldn’t be gainsaid. He was good at something at last. Very good at something. It was nothing he could tell his old teacher or his probation officer or his worrying mother but he had an aptitude. The realisation surged up his spine from deep behind his knees through his belly and into the arms that clasped her. He applied himself again