Chapter Four, Part Two

Louise was excited. It was going to be her first proper night out in London. She’d said yes instantly when Becky asked her if she’d like to visit this new bar. And now she was standing in her bedroom, looking at her bottom in the mirror. “I don’t want to wear nasty underwear,” she said to herself, “and Mark doesn’t like these lacey knickers anyway, so I might as well get some use out of them.” Louise squeezed into her tightest, blackest jeans, put on her favourite pulling top and her fuck me shoes. She was guaranteed to get some attention tonight, and that was just what she wanted.

The buzzer rang, it was Becky. “Oh my god! You look amazing,” Becky was looking her up and down with a smile on her face, “really sexy. Turn around.” Louise did a spin, “nice arse!”

“You don’t think it’s too much do you?” Louise asked, not wanting to hear the answer, “Anyway, you look pretty damn hot yourself. Your boobs look great!” Becky was wearing a tight black mini dress, legs and breasts on show.

“We are a sexy pair,” Becky said sitting on the new sofa, “oh I bought us some wine, I don’t know if you want some?”

“Yummy!” Louise skipped into the kitchen to get some glasses.

When the two girls stood on the street to hail a cab, heads turned. When they stepped out of the taxi, heads turned. When they walked smiling and chatting into the bar, heads turned. Becky was playing it cool, seeming not to notice; Louise couldn’t help but notice and she couldn’t help smiling back when men smiled at her. Louise was already feeling a little tipsy, if she had been out at home she would have slowed down with the drinking, but Becky was ordering cocktails.

“I think I’m going to get drunk,” Louise said as Becky handed her a colourful glass.

“Good!” Becky smiled.

Louise couldn’t remember how many drinks they’d had. Becky was on fire, ordering drinks, dancing and chatting to everyone. Louise was just trying to keep up. “My feet are killing me,” she yelled over the pumping music, “can we sit down for a sec?”

Becky led her to one of the more empty corners of the bar and they sat down, “it’s a bit quieter over here too,” Becky gently touched Louise’s hand, “are you ok?”

“Yeah, just feeling a bit drunk,” as Louise looked up she saw two guys walking towards their table, “Look. I think we’ve pulled!” Louise laughed.

“Do you mind if we sit down?” One of the men asked.

“Yeah, dancing’s getting pretty tiring,” the other one added.

“Of course,” Louise said with a smile, “go for it.”

They had pulled; and two of the best looking men Louise had seen for a while. Becky was still playing it cool, but Louise couldn’t help but flirt. She was talking to Dan, he was 29 and worked in the city, and had perfect arms. Louise couldn’t help but smile as she felt his muscles, “wow,” she giggled.

Dan bought her another cocktail and, ignoring her protests about foot-pain, dragged her onto the dance floor.

“You know,” Dan whispered into her ear, “I saw you when you came in. You’re really sexy.” He put both his hands on her bottom and pulled her so close that their lips were almost touching.

“I, I’ve got a boyfriend,” Louise mumbled. She looked around and could see Becky staring at her with a look of disapproval on her face. There was nothing she could do, Dan leaned in. He kissed her and she might have kissed him back.

“It’s ok” she told herself as she pulled away, “a kiss doesn’t mean anything.” She kept telling herself that all night; Dan wouldn’t stop kissing her or keep his hands off of her bottom.

Becky was dancing with her guy. Louise thought she didn’t look very happy, but they could talk about that in the morning. All Louise could think about was that she’d drunk too much and than Dan was really, really sexy. She told him so.

“Do you think so?” He asked, moving his hand up her thigh.

“Yeah,” she giggled. She put her hand on top of his to tell him to stop touching her like that but somehow she ended up moving it for him, further up her leg.

“If you can touch mine, I can touch yours,” she said playfully. “Where did that come from,” she thought to herself, “I’m definitely drunk. I guess I’ve said it now.” She put her hand firmly on his leg. She imagined that he would have an amazing body; Louise could tell he worked out.

Dan was kissing her neck and whispering in her ear, Louise was squirming and giggling and loving the attention. “Do you want to stand outside?” Dan grabbed her by the hand and led her out of the door. She looked back just in time to see Becky standing, arms folded, with an angry look on her face. Louise didn’t understand why she was annoyed; Becky had pulled a really fit man too.

Dan led Louise away from the bar, round a corner and up to a car. “I thought we could use some privacy,” he explained as he unlocked the door and ushered Louise into the back. Louise felt too drunk to resist, and she didn’t want to offend him. Dan was a lovely guy.

They were sat in the back of Dan’s car kissing, he was touching her through her jeans and Louise found herself wishing she’d worn a skirt. Dan moved her hands towards the top of his jeans. Louise couldn’t help herself; she undid the button and then the zip and put her hand inside his pants. Now her jeans were undone too, and they were kissing and touching. Naked hands on naked skin. Louise thought about Dan’s gym body, Becky’s angry face and about Mark. “It doesn’t matter, I’m drunk. And it’s not as if I’ve had sex.”

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About reneewilkins

I am a twenty-something Londoner who enjoys writing. As well as writing, I enjoy all the usual and unusual things people my age (and those older and younger) enjoy.

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