We leave the club and spill out on to the busy street outside, full of Friday night revellers making the most of the London nightlife. The cool, summer night air hits me after the heat and noise of the dancefloor and just for a second, a split second, I have second thoughts. I can pretend to myself that this is nothing, that we really are genuinely going to another club nearby with better music, but realistically only one thing is going to happen next and we both know it.
Sophia has my hand in hers and turns to flash me a smile, a dazzling smile that lights up her whole face, a smile that reaches her eyes, and I smile back, probably a bit more tentatively, reflecting the excitement I'm feeling inside. Her dress is stunning, a silver sequinned mini dress paired with high heeled leather boots, her light brown, wavy hair in a messy bob showing off her shoulders and neck, so sexy, a haircut that she'd said she'd got as a final fuck you and this is what you've given up to her recently ex-boyfriend.
We stop at a road junction, and she looks at me and says, "I know a shortcut, just up that way." She points towards a side road 50 yards up and we head that way.
A shortcut, yes, that's true. Also much, much quieter than the road we are on. In fact pretty much deserted, though we can see the busy nightlife continuing at the other end, the air full of pounding music from competing bars and nightclubs, along with the occasional shout and laugh from people enjoying their night out.
We get half way down the street and she stops, turns to face me, and looks me in the eye. She holds one of my hands while her other hand reaches up to brush a stray strand of hair from my face. I can feel the cool air on my bare legs, my own black mini-dress stopping mid-way down my thighs and then nothing until my high heels.
I feel myself blush slightly, never in my 25 years on this planet having had another woman touch my face like that. She smiles again, her head slightly lower than mine, and then she leans towards me while her hand pulls my head towards her, and our lips meet.
First time kissing another woman, first time kissing anyone other than my recently ex-boyfriend in seven years in fact, and I like it. Really like it. So much softer, so much more sensual and caring than my ex, than from any man I ever kissed.
Her lips are playful and I try to match her, trying to kiss her like she's kissing me, and then her tongue touches mine and my senses are on fire, I practically melt into her it feels so good. My arms wrap around her body and hers around mine, our bodies press together, I feel her chest against mine, her bare legs against my bare legs. It is so fucking hot.
I hear someone coming down the street and break off the kiss, weirdly paranoid about someone seeing me, as if it matters. I had spent the last few hours in a gay club, the token straight woman with my gay colleagues and their friends, persuaded at the last minute to join them rather than moping around at home crying about my ex, and surely being seen in there by someone I know would be something to be more paranoid about.
Particularly if anyone had seen me getting talking to my new friend, there also as the token straight woman to her gay friends, also recently single, solidarity between the womanhood. Or if they'd seen us sneak upstairs to the lesbian floor after a couple of shots together, just 'out of curiosity', really just cover for us to dance and drink and flirt together without our friends gossiping.
We let the passers by pass, then she says to me with a suggestive smile, "Still want to go to the next club?" She pauses, then says, "Or my place is a 5 minute cab ride away..."
I look at her for a moment, realising I'm about to cross a bridge I never thought I'd cross, never had any desire to do so. Except right now I really, really, really do. More than anything.
"Let's find a taxi," I reply with a smile, and kiss her briefly on the lips again.
We head back to the main road and hail a black cab in no time. Settling into the back seat next to her, all I can think is how I want to be kissing her again. But we restrain ourselves, I think not wanting to give the driver a free show, contenting ourselves with holding hands and flirting outrageously.
Five minutes later we're pulling up at a townhouse in a quiet street. "Nice place!" I say, but she just laughs, telling me to wait until I've seen it.
She has a studio flat up on the top floor, sitting area and kitchen, and then the bed... I can't help noticing the bed, reality hitting home that I'll probably be staying the night in it. It's small but the décor is feminine, plants and pictures around the place, fairy lights decorating the bed. I like it, it feels nice and homely.
I excuse myself to use the bathroom, and when I come out she's mixed two gin and tonics and is stood by the window, still wearing those boots. She hands me one and says, "Cheers."
We both take a drink, but then I decide to take the initiative, putting my drink down on the window sill and then taking hers and doing the same. "I didn't come here to drink," I tease, with a smile.
She smiles back and I lean towards her, our lips meeting again, and we kiss. I didn't think it was possible but this kiss is even better than the first, starting gentle but the passion going up and up as our arms wrap around each other again.
Breaking off briefly, she leads me over to her sofa and we sit down before starting to kiss again, and it starts to get heated... sat down our legs are pressed between each others, our hands are free to explore, and while my hand strokes her chest, the first time I've ever touched another woman's, I feel her hand on my ass, pulling me closer.
It builds and builds, and her hand moves between my legs, and then I part my legs, encouraging her to touch me. She doesn't disappoint, her hand starting to stroke me through my underwear, and I can tell I'm so wet for her that she must be able to tell too.
She takes her hand away and for a moment I'm disappointed, but then she takes my hand in hers and puts my hand between her legs, her desires crystal clear, before she moves her hand back to keep touching me.
I didn't know what to expect touching another woman, but it feels familiar yet different. I slip my fingers inside her underwear, thrilled that she is as wet as me, and slip through her folds to touch her properly, doing what I'd want done to me. She copies me and, as we really start to touch, our kiss is punctuated by little gasps and moans, each of us moving our hips and legs to show what we want and the other responding.
I can feel the tightness growing between my legs, feel my breathing getting faster, and can tell that she is the same, our kiss getting messier and our moans mixing together.
Finally, when she slips two fingers inside me, my orgasm comes crashing through, my moans muffled by her mouth on mine, and then she cums too, holding on to me tight while I feel her clench repeatedly around my fingers.
We sit there for a few minutes after, wrapped in each other's arms, kissing softly and smiling when we come up for air.
