"You're a good kisser... but there's a strange taste in your mouth...what
have
you been eating?" she said, just prior to flicking her tongue round her lips.
"That'll be the pickled onions I had earlier." I slurred and had congratulated myself for quick thinking despite the ten or so pints I had consumed during the course of the evening.
In fact, I had just puked up a beef burger and a quantity of aforesaid lager behind the back of the garage in Brading Road -- I'd told her to wait round the front whilst I went for a piss - right next door to
La Babalu
nightclub where I had been boozing half the evening and hoping to meet the woman of my dreams...
As the evening had rolled on, I had concluded that perhaps tonight wasn't going to be my lucky night -- besides, Jeremy, my mate had already abandoned me after pulling a scrubber from Binstead - and I had plumped for a fat, ugly-
ish
slut called Sue from a nearby council estate. I hasten to add I was no oil painting myself. Which possibly explained my disgraceful behaviour at times. Especially when drunk.
" 'Ere didn't you used to go out with that Claudia?"
"Ur... yes... but we split up when she moved over to Lymington with her parents... all water under the bridge now."
It wasn't quite strictly true: Claudia had indeed moved over to Lymington, but I was still seeing her now and again. I wasn't going to tell her that though as the only thing a woman hates more than a man that lies, is one that tells the truth, whatever that might be.
"
So,
you're single then?"
"Oh, yes."
"Shall we go for a stroll along the seafront, it's a lovely evening," I added and suggested.
She slipped her arm through mine and said promisingly: "Yes... let's."
*
Fifteen minutes later I found myself snogging her, whilst squeezing one of her nipples under her jumper, in the shelter on the northern side of the Canoe Lake when out of the blue I surprised myself by asking her if she liked being spanked on the bare bum.
Fucking hell, why did I do that, she'll clock me as a pervert, tell everybody and then I'll have to leave the Island,
I'd thought.
"Yeah, I do actually."
Relief had flooded through me -- I'd fucking lived dangerously at times.
"What... hard?"
"Yeah..."
"I'll just check there's nobody around and then you can lift up your skirt, drop your knickers and bend over."