Ok.
Met Louise in a club, and after much alcohol, flirting and filthy talk, we went back to her flat with her friend, Lisa and Lisa's boyfriend Peter. It turned out that Lisa was a bit more than just a friend, and I got treated to an amazing exhibition followed by an even better spot of audience participation, so to speak. An incredible first-night experience.
I received a text message the following afternoon which read "Had an amazing time last night - let's get together without the others tonight for some even filthier fun! Meet in The Traveller's 7 o'clock?"
I know you can probably all see what's coming - but I had no idea, and it didn't even click when I turned up in the pub and saw Peter sitting at the bar. I thought it was coincidence, and the penny didn't drop until about twenty minutes later when he put his hand on my knee.
Rabbit, headlights, Stella through the nostrils, and many subsequent hours of wondering if I was really sure about whose hands belonged to whom on that first night. *shudder*

I've seen Louise a few times since, and she still thinks it's hilarious to remind me - especially during the more intimate moments. Bitch.
( L-Space - scientia sapientes vocat., Mon 25 Oct 2004, 16:23, Reply)