I came home from work to an empty house, so I called my housemates who had all been at uni that day. They were all at the local, I hesitated on joining them as I was not feeling that I looked my best. But temptation got the better of me, who was there to impress anyway just the usual old geezers that prop up the bar, and I had no work the next day. I had a few with my housemates in the main bar, then Olivia's boyfriend turned up to play pool with a couple of his mates, and sowe joined them. There was a man with them, who I presumed they knew, who was buying bottle after bottle of (cheap and hideous) cava, but who were we all to refuse his kindness. We ended up frightfully drunk on a Thursday evening and I'd found myself sharing many moments of flirty eye contact with Liam, a tall, blue-eyed beauty of a man with a mop of blonde curly hair. He came over to talk to me some more, and I decided that we should move the party back to our house, and he agreed quite enthusiastically. We knew instictively that we wanted to fuck each other, it was written all over our faces. Within minutes of getting back to my house we had torn each others clothes off, and were drunkenly banging the fuck out of each other. I don't remember much apart from watching him holding his beautiful body above me, and watching his more than generous cock slide in and out of my body. I woke up the next morning feeling hugely satisfied with Liam still in my bed. So delighted was I with myself that I thought I'd surprise him with an improptu blowjob. It worked a treat as Liam left me his number before he left my house to go to work, poor lad, and I resisted calling him for days, I wanted him again, as soon as he'd left. But knew I had to play it well.

I waited until the following week, before contacting him. I sent him a cheeky text "fancy a bit more of me?" (It sounded sexier at the time, but what can I do) anyway, it worked, of course he wanted to see me again. . .,