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London Days 7 � In and Out

By Romany

(M/F, M/F)

My time left in London was short. I was intending to be home in
the US for Christmas 1978. Having returned to London following an
adventurous vacation in Europe, the lifestyle was beginning to
pawl on me now. I was working in a bar making shit money and I
was barely able to cover my rent, food and a few beers on my
nights off. The pub work had the sole redeeming feature of being
close to where Paz, the Spanish girl I had carried a silent torch
for now for three months since her boyfriend had left her to
return home to New Zealand. Paz was still not attached to anyone
yet despite that I did not have the courage to ask her for a
proper date. I was fearful we had been friends too long to try
and move into a romantic liaison. So I practiced at being her
friend despite the hunger I felt for her. It was about the third
week back from Europe in late August that I met Irene de Klerk
and Sonja van Koten. Irene was South African and extremely
beautiful but alas, the archetypal dumb blond with it. Sonja was
her cousin and she was Dutch. She was as plain as Irene was
beautiful, yet very sharp and somewhat calculating. Irene had
been in Europe with Sonja and had moved to London temporarily
before heading back home to South Africa. I met her through
Samantha, a New Zealand girl who had traveled around Europe with
me. Samantha knew mutual South African friends of Irene�s and it
was at a party to farewell these friends that I met both Irene
and Sonja. I was about the only person there who was not somehow
a representative of a country that had been part of the British
Empire; New Zealanders, Australians, South African, one guy from
Zimbabwe and a girl from Canada. But it was a good gathering and
as I moved around I eyed the attractive women and sorted out who
was attached to whom. It was in this casual reconnaissance that I
was somewhat surprised to realize no one was paired with Irene.
There were a few guys who certainly coveted her but for some
reason she settled on me. We started menial chat and soon I
realized she was quite smitten with me; probably because I was
American, I thought. But Sonja also hung close at hand and soon
turned out to be somewhat of a dampener to me getting to know
Irene.

Despite Sonja�s attention to us, I was able to make sufficient
inroads with Irene so that it became evident to the party that we
had successfully hooked up. My New Zealand travel buddy Sam
grinned and rolled her eyebrows seeing me yet again in a romantic
situation with yet another woman. She sidled up to me when Irene
had gone to the bathroom with the ever present Sonja hard on her
heels.

�You�ve won a heart there,� Sam giggled quietly to me.

I grinned.

�I just wish I could ditch the watchdog,� I said ruefully,
meaning Sonja.

�Don�t be awful,� Sam chided. �I think she�s Irene�s minder. In
case you haven�t noticed, Irene isn�t the sharpest knife in the
drawer. She probably was sent along to mind her pretty cousin�s
virtue,� she said looking at me slyly. �Not that she has much
chance with you, you grubby boy.� �Wounded,� I said as if taking
offense at the insinuation I was a letch.

Irene and Sonja returned and Sam grinned and drifted off. Someone
had put some Roxy Music on the stereo so I dragged Irene into the
middle of the living room and started to dance with her; holding
her in close despite it being quite an up tempo tune. Sonja
scowled on the peripheral as others took our lead and soon there
were about half a dozen couples dancing. A slower track came on
and I got Irene in a clinch and soon we gravitated to open making
out as we clung and shuffled in a slow circular dance. We clung
to each other like limpets on a rock and by about eleven we had
cemented a strong bond; fuelled by mutual lust and alcohol. It
was during a pause to change the music that I reluctantly excused
myself to take a leak. I noted, as I touched Irene�s fingertips
in a sickly romantic show of affection as I made to leave for the
toilet, that Sonja was nowhere to be seen. Things were looking
up. Maybe she had gone home. I felt buoyed by that thought and
traipsed out of the gloomy lounge along the hall to the single
toilet at the end. I tapped lightly on the closed door and
hearing no cry from within to show it was occupied, I pushed open
the door. I was almost right inside when I stood stunned to see
Sonja sitting on the john with her jeans and knickers around her
ankles and looking like the proverbial possum caught in the
headlights of a car. I regained my composure and went to reverse
out when she grabbed my belt and quite forcefully pulled me
towards her, still sitting on the toilet. Before I could react
she was unzipping me and looked up and hissed �close the door
idiot� quite menacingly. I turned and prayed someone was out in
the hall behind me but it was empty. I stood rooted to the spot
and she already had her hand inside my y-fronts and was fondling
my cock. She sighed in exasperation and reached her other hand
and shoved at the edge of the open door so it shaved my buttocks
as it swung forcefully closed and the latch clicked. She pushed
past my side with the hand and twisted a small tab on the door
plate. This was some sort of lock. I stood feeling a degree of
panic as well as excitement and my traitorous cock was hardening
in the Dutch girl�s hand.

Sonja had a shortish mop of blond hair and she was quite stocky
with big breasts barely contained in a buttoned white top. When
she stood she was only about five foot three and there was a roll
of tummy just above her jeans waist, yet she wasn�t actually a
dog or necessarily unattractive. Her face was a little piggy
though and this gave her a rather homely look. But as I am trying
to assimilate what was going on, her mouth closed over my now
hard cock and she started to give me an excellent blow-job. I
capitulated shamelessly and brought my hands to her head and
started to move my hips in time to the merry dance she was
leading with her mouth and hand. I decided I would just stand
back and enjoy it and let her do me until I filled her mouth with
cum. I was already pondering whether or not she swallowed. But I
never found out. As soon as she sensed what I was doing she
muttered an instruction that I didn�t catch and she stood and
pushed me back and turned around facing the toilet water tank.
The cistern as such, was about three foot at the top from the
floor and she took the edges and braced herself and spread her
legs either side of the bowl. I stood stunned as I saw the chubby
vulva framed by her equally generous buttocks.

�Come on stupid,� she barked trying to keep her voice down. �What
are you waiting for?�

Her accent speaking English made her sound like a harsh order and
I literally jumped realizing she was inviting me to fuck her.
This was just too surreal for words. But with her derri�re pushed
back as she stood holding the toilet cistern, I had my back
nearly hard against the door so had little option as escape was
simply not possible; well not without her being able to cause
sufficient congestion that I�d never get the door open wide
enough to slip out. So I fucked her. Standing from behind, I
stooped a little and introduced my cock into her quite wet vagina
and slowly eased in and out until I had her skewered balls deep.
She hissed and groaned her appreciation and she muttered at me in
Dutch. Not understanding a word she said I simply took it as a
�hurry up� and grabbed her hips and started to pump in and out of
her quite roughly. She stumbled briefly at the first full shove
but once she got the pressure I was applying, and my tempo, she
took me expertly and I fucked her hard and fast. I wanted to cum
and get back to my lovely Irene in case a know-it-all Aussie
called Brent, who had been sour when I got her away from him,
might be realizing I had left her unattended. I wanted this but I
really wanted it with Irene not Sonja. To Sonja�s credit, she
proved to be sexually adept at taking her pleasure and she was
soon groaning her enjoyment as I plowed her deep and hard. She
started to get a little agitated and she turned and told me to
slow a little. I did as I was told and she dropped one hand to
her crotch. As I humped her I guessed she was scraping her
clitoris with the hand between her legs. My sense of fair play
took over and I became less erratic with the in-stroke and
steadied into a slower rhythm to help her get off. This did the
trick and soon she was gasping and wailing in orgasm; largely
induced by her own hand. I wasn�t complaining. She could have
been faking it for all I cared and I simply rutted her a few more
strokes and I came in a series of long spurts and filled her. She
steadied herself against the cistern once more and her head
drooped and I realized she was trying to get her breathing under
control. I wanted out. The post orgasmic regret was now starting
to kick in and I needed to flee back to the lovely Irene. This
had been highly erotic but it was over. I eased to the side of
her and unlatched the door and started to open it. Realizing what
I was doing, Sonja quickly twisted around and sat down on the
toilet seat and covered up by leaning forward. A token show of
modesty in case there was someone waiting in the hall for the
toilet to come free. I stepped around the edge of the door as I
opened it and I think we were both relieved there was no one
outside.

�Go, go,� she hissed urgently at me. �Get out before someone
catches us.�

�Christ she should have thought of that before she went for my
crotch,� I thought indignantly as I slid passed her and out the
door. I scurried back to the living area and stood as my eyes
became accustomed to the gloom. There was a din of people
speaking and the music had been turned up a little louder. It was
bloody Donna Summer wailing some disco crap; with mainly women
gyrating in the middle of the room. I panicked as I couldn�t see
Irene until someone put their hands over my eyes from behind me
and I instantly realized it was her. I turned and kissed her
passionately and she snuggled into me. She was my height; tall,
leggy, full breasted and blond. Her butt jammed into too tight
jeans and I roved my hands all over her ass as we kissed. She was
making me a present of her tongue and groin at the same time.
This will do nicely. I was worried I might have that rather
acidic rancid odor that spent semen leaves. But on the other hand
she wore quite an alluring perfume and that was really all I
could smell. I hoped her sense of smell at picking up a foreign
odor was not working. It was a few minutes later that Sonja came
into the room. I noted that for the rest of the evening, she
didn�t hang around Irene as she had done earlier and I wondered
if she was feeling smug that she had had me before her obviously
more beautiful cousin had. Occasionally I caught Sam looking our
way and each time I caught her eye she grinned and gave me a
wink.

I wanted to get Irene out of here. The place was quite crowded by
now as more guests had arrived after the pubs closed and it
wasn�t particularly private. We had done a reconnaissance of the
three bedrooms but there was far too much coming and going to
contemplate making out in any one of them. I decided to gamble
that she might be up for leaving the party.

�Let�s get out of here,� I whispered in her ear as we did a slow
shuffle in the middle of the room surround by people dancing.

She pulled back and I noted she was frowning at me, clearly
trying to take in my meaning beyond simply leaving.

�It�s too public here. I want to be alone with you,� I crooned as
persuasively as I could.

�Where would we go?� she whispered back.

The South African accent is dreadful. Give me a New Zealand,
Australian or English accent any time.

�We could go to my place,� I said quietly and realizing she was
considering the thought, I hugged her in close.

�It�s such a loss of time to get there and come back again,� she
reasoned while clinging to me with her head on my shoulder.

�Stay the night,� I said, holding my breath she would baulk at
the idea.

�Bakkies and Marta are seeing me off at the airport,� she said a
little defensively. �I fly home tomorrow. It would be rude if I
was not here for them to see me off.�

�No problem. I�ll get you back here in time to get to the
airport,� I said quickly sensing she was capitulating.

She said nothing and we rotated a few more times and then she
eased back and peered at me in the gloom of the room.

�They�ll miss me,� she said.

I could tell she was looking for excuses not to go along with me.

�How much have you spent talking with them since I got here?� I
asked pointedly. �Hardly any,� I quickly answered for her. �We�ve
been stuck to each other like glue.

�Except for me fucking your slug of a cousin in the can,� I
thought.

�They�ll wake up to the fact you�ve gone about when they�re ready
to go to bed so what�s the difference?� I reasoned.

It worked. She bit her bottom lip as if she was thinking of
something wicked and grinned.

�OK let�s slip away,� she whispered. �But you must bring me back
here tonight,� she added. �I can�t afford to be late in the
morning.�

�Deal,� I lied.

It would be tomorrow or nothing being as it was nearly midnight
now. I was figuring to be back here after daybreak at the
earliest. I had no idea Irene was returning home. She hadn�t said
anything about it all night. But on the other hand, I wasn�t too
upset as I had already decided she was a one night stand score
and not a potential romantic relationship. There was no
intellectual chemistry whatsoever. We slowly drifted out of the
living room crush and walked casually down the hall to the front
entrance. We got away clean in the confusion of some more
arrivals coming into the house. Not even the vigilant Sam spotted
us sneaking off. We left Maid Vale and I drove us quickly back to
Willesden which took about twenty minutes and we arrived just
after twelve thirty. I walked her to our flat and quietly let us
in so as not to wake Mark and Evelyn. My room was past theirs and
we tiptoed past their door and into my room. It had two single
beds that came with the flat. Once inside she stood in the
darkness with just the faint light from the small window on the
outside wall; the only natural light was to be had through this
being as Mark and Evelyn�s room was on the street side at the
front and the living room was to the back wall on the other side.
I walked to it and reached up and pulled the faded curtains and
then turned on the bedside lamp on the nightstand between the two
beds. Irene looked around and I noted she was quite impressed at
how neat the room was. �Which is my bed she asked with a sly
grin,� knowing full well what my answer would be.

�Whichever one I�m in,� I leered back at her and chuckled as I
reached for her and we embraced and kissed passionately.

After standing kissing for a few minutes I eased back and stood
and started to unbutton my shirt. She stood nervously watching me
and chewed at her bottom lip. I was puzzled that she had not
started to follow my lead and throwing my shirt onto the other
bed I took her upper arms and looked into her face trying to
understand why she was not undressing. Certainly her kissing was
warm and passionate so why was she so reticent. She read my
thoughts.

�I don�t know what to do,� she said quietly and looked at me
apprehensively.

�What? What do you mean?� I asked trying to get her meaning.

�I don�t know what to do; you know, sex,� she said and I thought
she was going to cry.

I opened my eyes in amazement as the truth started to dawn on me.
She was a virgin!

�Are you�a virgin?� I asked looking into her eyes.

She nodded meekly and hung her head. She looked absolutely
embarrassed yet stunning with it. Her shoulder length full bodied
blond hair, firm full breasts and curvy figure on long slender
legs. I started to chuckle softly and drew her to me. She
tentatively put her arms around my shoulders and looked into my
eyes apologetically.

�Sorry,� was all she could say.

I crushed her too me and chuckled lightly and then held her back
from and looked her in they eye. �Irene just do what you think
you might need to do. It will come naturally,� I said softly and
kissed her.

She relaxed and kissed me passionately. But I wasn�t leaving
anything to chance and so I slowly started to remove her
clothing. She was a little resistant at first but I got here down
to her matching black bra and panties, and paused and removed my
pants so I was naked before her. She took the initiative and
slipped the bra, and then after a pause where she seemed to take
a deep breath for courage, she slowly lowered her sexy black
panties. I took her in my arms and we kissed once more and after
a few moments she broke the kiss and pulled back and looked down.
I was semi erect as a result of the kissing and her body heat and
I watched as her hand went to my cock. She was almost child like
as she slowly touched the tip and run a fingertip over it. I
hardened quickly and she opened her eyes wide in response to my
cock hovering up over the horizontal and the foreskin sliding
back as I became fully erect. Soon she was stroking me; her head
against my shoulder as she watched her hand slowly jacking me. I
knew she was feeling the texture and the firmness, while pulling
the foreskin back and looking at the head, angry and red. She
looked up briefly and gave a nervous giggle and then stooped and
brought her head level with it. For about ten seconds she studied
it while maneuvering it with her hand and then with a quick
glance up, as if seeking permission, she lowered her head and
took me into her mouth.

Of course she was a complete novice at sucking cock. But she
soldiered on stoically and I took the time to guide her and
gently pressure her head and whispered encouragement. She may be
a virgin in all respects but I wasn�t about to let go in her
mouth. I wanted to be the first trying to blow my wad in her
mouth. I doubted she would take it in her mouth anyway, believing
she was going to baulk this first time. If I was going to cum, it
was going to be deep in her warm cunt. �OK sweetie,� I breathed
sensing I would cum if I let her continue.

She had got the hang of it and seemed to be engrossed in her
work.

�Let�s get into bed,� I said and she broke off sucking me and
obediently she stood and looked helpless once more.

She turned and looked at the bed and touched the side of it as if
to reassure herself. It might be a single bed but one on top of
the other would do fine.

�I�ve never done this,� she whispered.

�I know. You said that. And like I said, just let it happen they
way you want it to,� I said and embraced her.

She crawled into my bed and I followed after her. She was stiff,
somewhat awkward and clumsy but after some nice kissing and
roving my hands over her breasts, flanks and thighs, I let my
fingers trail in between her legs and found the sex lips and
began to flick my fingers up and down and around. She trembled
slightly when I first touched her and made an involuntary move to
close them and twist one leg over the other. I caught it in time
and crooned in her ear as I slowly insinuated my fingertips
inside the labia.

�Easy sweetie�you�re doing fine. This is going to be nice and
gentle for you.�

I continued to kiss and feel her sex with light, then firm, and
then light pressure inside the slit. I worked one finger into her
and she twisted a little in discomfort. She was dry and I had not
lubrication of any sort and I sensed this was going to be all
tears if I simply boned her without some sort of way to ease the
penetration discomfort. And she was clearly nervous and
apprehensive; not eager or passionate for this to happen. I
doubted very much if she would lubricate while under so much
confusion and stress about it. So I slowly trailed my lips down
her neck and over each breast; lingering to taste and suckle each
of her nipples that were large and hard. At least that part of
her sensuality was working. I dallied here for a minute or two;
all the while stroking her sex. She was still not the slightest
bit moist but judging by her hand in my hair and the small
nuzzling movements she was making against the top oh my head, she
was actually enjoying what was happening. I pressed on; down her
flat tummy and slowly over the pubis with her light brown hair
thick and curly above her slit where my hand was gently fingering
inside her tight virgin hole. Eventually I came to the top of her
labia where they join below the pubis; and the natural hood of
crinkled flesh covered here clitoris. I went in gently. Prodding
and sucking the folds of her hood and licking up with firm
pressure to lave the clitoral nubbin. I heard her exhale a sigh
of some appreciation at this. I had made a small, yet important
gain with her libido.

I worked her with my mouth and tongue; leaving copious amounts of
saliva on her sex as I laved and slobbered her folds. And my
fingers were making definite gains inside her tight vagina. After
about seven or eight minutes I sensed her starting to moan
lightly as I burrowed my tongue into her vaginal opening above my
fingers and slithered it firmly up her slit and flicked the
clitoris briefly before returning to start the traverse again.
After a few more minutes her moans were accompanied by stirrings
of undulations in her hips and her hands were holding my head.
Somewhere in this rhythmic process I had ignited a slow burn and
she was now naturally moistening and her movements became firm
and deliberate in unison with my looping around her sex with my
tongue. For my part my jaw was starting to ache and my tongue
tingled from the continual curl I kept in the length as I used it
as a firm member of flesh to masturbate her. But it was working
and now the moans we small cries and utterances with �oh God� and
�yes� being the only intelligible words. She muttered words in
what I suspect were Afrikaans; the Dutch derivative language of
the South African Boers who were the Dutch Voertrekkers; the
settlers of South Africa. From this point I was experienced
enough to get her home. I worked her frantically now as her
pelvic movements became frantic and somewhat uncontrollable and
she took me completely by surprise by suddenly going rigid and
letting out a long wail of joy as she hit her orgasm. She crushed
my head into her groin and bucked quickly and hard and created
firm pressure as she trapped my face in her now slopping cunt.
Irene had her first orgasm; and it was a strong one at that.

Finally she reversed her desire to crush my skull into her crotch
and a new sensation of delicious irritation spread through her as
she unceremoniously grabbed my hair and pulled my head back with
a jerk; crying �no, no, no more, no more,� as she clearly had
maxed out her tolerance to the tongue and fingers working her
through the climax. I was relieved and yet extremely pleased with
myself. This was my first self-confessed virgin and I got her
through a major hurdle in her sexuality. Never before had she
experienced this; and right from the first serious sexual
encounter. She lay in the damsel-in-distress mode with the back
of one wrist across her forehead and panted to regulate and
regain her normal breathing. Eyes closed as she relaxed in her
afterglow; her other hand lightly draped around my neck. If she
was finished I certainly wasn�t. I had stayed rock hard through
my onslaught on her sex and I slowly moved up and over her body.
She sensed my movement an opened her eyes. She eyed me
suspiciously and as I reared up with my head level with hers, she
felt my cock nudge her sex. A look of concern came over her face
then it faded as I guess she was telling herself this was what
was now expected. Her hands came to my shoulders and she
naturally spread her legs further to accommodate me and I reached
between us and guided my cock into her.

I went in easily. I had teased and stretched her; and her own
rising arousal had caused her to open up. A few short in-out
movements and I was finally inside with my balls hanging against
her perineum. She looked at me quizzically a questioning look on
her face.

�Just relax sweetie; you�ve done magnificently so far,� I panted
as I slowly started to fuck her.

I lowered my lips to hers and we kissed. She wrapped an arm
around my neck and we kissed passionately as I fucked her at a
slowly increasing pace. Soon I felt that distant trigger in the
pit of my groin; the warning all was well for the cum to boil up
and I gave into it and let her have it. Or should I say I let me
have it. I started to fuck her vigorously and she began gasping
and grunting as I powered harder at her. She fit me nicely and it
was only a matter of thirty seconds or so after I surrendered to
the inevitable that I blew my nut completely and filled her as I
came hard into her, with strong spurts. I reared back and she
watched me with an expression of fascination as I slammed down
and screwed my face up with my mouth gasping as I enjoyed the
cum. I slowed to a stop as I emptied myself inside her; propped
off her torso by my arms beside her on the bed. She lay and
studied my face. I grinned at her and she gave a beautiful smile
back.

�Good?� she inquired.

�Fantastic�abso-fucking-lutely fantastic,� I gasped with a
chuckle.

She frowned at my obscene mangling of the word �absolutely� and
then grinned and gave a little giggle.

�It was abso-fucking-loot-elly wonderful,� she said in her South
African accent.

�Right on,� I exclaimed and slowly leaned down and we kissed.
After we broke the kiss I muttered �phew� at the fatigue I was
feeling �knackered� as the Brits say, and slowly reared back out
of her; my cock still quite stiff from the nice soak in her
slippery warmth. I eased off to one side and she let me put an
arm under her neck and she leaned into the crook of my arm with
her head against my chest. I gave her a peck on the head.

�Did I pass your test?� she whispered as I allowed my eyes to
slowly close as I felt the need to doze.

I opened them and craned to look down at her.

�What do you think?� I asked with a chuckle and squeezed her.

�I think I did good,� she said with a slight nod of her head.
�Correction, we did good,� and she looked up at me again.

�Correct�we did good,� I agreed.

This had been a lovely fuck.

This was not a night of continuous sexual gymnastics. I guess the
post-coital doze of afterglow was what I had anticipated with the
possibility of doing this beauty in some more lustful way nearer
daybreak. I love doggy style as the absolute standard male
dominating fantasy. Apart form a brief dalliance with a riding
crop on a past lover; I was very much traditional in my sexual
approach so doggie style was the traditional dominant position
for me. But instead we both slept like logs and the next thing I
knew Irene was shaking me as the dawn was breaking.

�Steve, its daylight, we have to get up,� she whispered urgently.

�Wha�what, why?� I mumbled as I tried to get my bearings on where
I was and who I was with.

�It�s daybreak. It must be six thirty at least,� she said with
concern in her voice. �I have my plane to catch at eleven
o�clock. I need to get back to Maida Vale and get ready,� she
said looking at me trying to take in the scene we were in. I
looked at my watch. It was just passed six ten. I slowly recalled
the previous night�s activities and had my bearings again. She
was meant to fly home to South Africa at eleven o�clock that
morning. Plenty of time if she was going to Heathrow from here
but she did have to get back to her friends flat in Maida Vale.

�OK, I get the picture,� I said and tried hard to stifle a yawn.

She was lying half across me looking at my face. As I went to
move she took my face in one hand; her slender fingers spread
across my cheek and just touching my earlobe, and she kissed me
tenderly and then broke the kiss and looked into my face with her
eyes brimming with tears.

�I shall never forget you or this night,� she whispered; her chin
trembling as she tried to stop herself from crying.

I hugged her to me and she let go and sobbed for a few minutes as
I held her. Finally she composed herself and reared back a little
and wiped her eyes with a hand.

�Come on sweetie,� I said reassuringly. �Neither of us will
forget this. It will be a special memory for us both.�

I meant it. She was my first and only virgin conquest and I would
always be her first lover; and be associated with the discovery
of her sexuality in the form of the strong orgasm she had during
the oral sex.

In some ways that night was all I could have taken with Irene.
Well perhaps a couple of repeats just to cross the �T� and dot
the �I� as the saying goes. If the truth be known, if she wasn�t
so stunningly a knock out to look at, I probably would have given
her miss. I still had enough of my student philosophies to abhor
the South African state of apartheid and the racist white
minority rule of that rich republic. Wealth gained on the
subjugation of the black people who were there in the first
place. Of course we were no better in the history of the US. But
at least the civil rights movement had made huge progress through
the sixties into the seventies; and as we got ourselves to reject
the racial attitudes of the past, South Africa stood like a
beacon in the darkness of tyranny of racial discrimination. Irene
being a daughter of the Boers who had settled the high veld
around Bloemfontein represented the entrenched face of apartheid
in that country. That much I was aware of. So her good looks, and
my lack of integrity to my political views on South Africa; and
driven by my basic want to nail her, saw that I did what I
desired and that was that. I dropped her at Maida Vale about
seven; not getting out to walk her to the door. She understood
the need to keep it brief and as she leaned across the seat and
we embraced, she wept softly and reminded me she would never
forget me. I squeezed her and kissed her gently and she drew back
and got out of the van; taking care as she was on the right hand
side and stepping down near the center of the road. She walked
around the front of the van and I smiled and blew her a kiss. She
quickly looked straight ahead with a sad smile on her face. I
suspect she couldn�t stand any lingering look and soon she was
disappearing into the house without looking back. So that was
that. I briefly wondered about Sonja. Irene�s plump Dutch cousin.
I wondered what other unfortunate she preyed on after the sex
with me in the toilet. She was a weird one. I was sure she had
screwed me first just so she could say she had beaten her
gorgeous cousin to me. What a way to live your life. I bet she
got lots of fucks that way; being as she was not the most
beautiful rose in the vase.

A couple of weeks later I bumped into my New Zealand friend
Samantha once again. We had a quick chat as she was waiting for
The Tube at Swiss Cottage to go into the West End. I had just
arrived from Willesden to meet some friends at the Swiss Cottage
pub. She chipped me good naturedly about my excessive libido and
we joked and laughed at the outcome of the party, that night I
left with Irene. Apparently Irene�s friends Bakkies and Marta
were livid she had left without saying anything. They nearly had
an all-points-bulletin out for her. And the real laugh was
apparently the mutt Sonja picked up some Dyke English girl who
had arrived just before Irene and I had left. They were caught
humping in Bakkies� and Marta�s bed sometime about one in the
morning and much consternation. The Dyke was unceremoniously
ordered from the premises and Sonja banished to her room she was
sharing with Irene; who of course was AWOL. So Sonja was a switch
hitter. I would have loved to have seen that. A sixty-nine with
her butch pal, and she with an odor of recent manly attention.
Life was certainly stranger than fiction. I was enjoying myself
immensely!

The End


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