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planning ahead, aren’t you? You must have years of being
young, free and single before you yet.”
    “I guess.” He takes a sip of his
drink. “So how have things been with you since the wedding?”
    I tell him about what’s been
going on in my life, omitting any mention of Michael. I’ve already
told Edward about my dating habits and he seems comfortable with
the life I lead, with more than one boyfriend on the go at a time.
But that doesn’t mean I have to tell him every detail of my love
life.
    Soon we are laughing and
chatting just like we did at the wedding and I find myself really
enjoying the company of this handsome, interesting, amusing young
man. There’s still a spark there between us. I buy a second round
of drinks and then Edward buys a third, and as the evening goes on
it seems clear where we’re going to end up.
    “So,” Edward says, leaning in
close to speak in a low voice, “your place or mine?” He grins.
    “You have such a way with words,
Edward. I don’t mind. Where do you want to go?”
    “You’re welcome to come round to
mine,” he tells me.
    “Well, as it’s Friday
night.”
    “What difference does that
make?” he asks.
    “Well, imagine if I stay over at
yours on a weeknight and have to turn up to work in these clothes,”
I point out, indicating my nearly see-through blouse and Diesel
jeans. “I’m not sure my colleagues would be very impressed.
Although I’m sure my students would be intrigued at the change in
my appearance. They’d probably guess the reason, and I’d never live
it down.”
    “So you’re staying over?” he
asks in mock seriousness. “I just wondered if you wanted a coffee,
that’s all.”
    “Oh, fine, coffee’s good, and
then I’ll call a taxi if you like,” I call his bluff breezily. He
takes my hand and squeezes it as we stand up to leave.
    “I’ll run you home,” he
promises. “In the morning.”
    Edward’s flat is small but
surprisingly chic. It’s spotless – I bet he has a cleaner, I think,
not believing that he would keep it as spick and span as this
without one – and it’s the tidiest place I’ve ever seen. Without
any preamble, he leads me straight to the bedroom where his neatly
made bed awaits us.
    “What, no coffee?” I ask
innocently.
    “Later,” he growls, and starts
to unbutton my blouse. I bite my lip to stifle a grin and
reciprocate, reaching for his t-shirt and lifting it up. He stops
what he’s doing to help me get him undressed and once his top is
discarded on the floor, I stop to admire the firm muscles of his
chest. Then he’s pushing my blouse away from my shoulders and
pulling it off my arms, flinging it to the ground and attacking the
buckle of the belt holding up my jeans. I help him, pulling off my
jeans and socks and then he does the same.
    We’re facing each other in our
underwear now, him in a tight pair of navy blue boxers and me in a
black bra and knickers.
    “My God, you’re so gorgeous,” he
says thickly.
    “You’re not too bad yourself,” I
grin at him.
    He pulls me towards him,
gripping my head to pull me into a hard, urgent kiss. His other
hand moves to my breast and pushes inside the cup of my bra. I can
already feel his erection as it strains against the fabric of his
underwear.
    I run my hand through the curls
of his chest hair, feeling the taut muscles underneath, and then
let both hands travel down to caress his behind. I can’t resist, I
have to move round to the front to feel that bulging package in his
boxer shorts. “Oh, Edward,” I breathe. “You’re so lovely and hard
for me.”
    Then we’re manoeuvring towards
the bed, and I push him down on his back so he’s lying flat, and
straddle him. He makes no attempt to resist. I lean down to kiss
him and he grips my hips. We move together and I can feel his
erection rubbing against my clitoris. I want him badly now as we
kiss deeply and his hands massage my breasts, making the nipples
hard underneath his thumbs. Hurriedly, I