say?” I asked, in a daze.

He didn’t answer; he just took my hand and started to lead me out of the club. I just had time to look over my shoulder and give Chris the thumbs up before we were out on the street. I laughed to myself at the expression on his face, but quickly tried to turn it into a cough when I realised that Theo was looking at me with raised eyebrows.

We walked along together, trying to make conversation. I wasn’t short myself, just under 5”11, but I still had to look up at Theo to talk to him. He wasn’t very talkative, and it was left down to me to. We went through the normal things; I found out that he was 25, had a job at an advertising company, and was very much single. I didn’t run out of things to say, when I get nervous I go into mindless chatter mode, it’s like a defense system. We were soon at my building, and I fumbled to enter the code to the door.

At 24 I had already done well for myself. I had a good job and wealthy parents, so I could afford a nice apartment. I had never really had a proper boyfriend, preferring to have fun while I could. Don’t get me wrong, I didn’t have commitment issues or something, I just hadn’t met a guy that I wanted to spend a lot of time with.

I opened the door and immediately felt more relaxed. This was my territory; I knew I could do it from here. I liked to be in control when it came to sex, and I was slightly worried about how we would fit together. I decided just to go for it as I usually would, and see what happened. I checked the clock quickly. It was 11. I had an hour.

I pushed him up against the wall, taking him by surprise. I pinned him up against it, and started to kiss him urgently. It took him a couple of seconds to respond, he was probably still in shock, but soon he was kissing me just as fervently. His mouth was soft and generous, and his lips soon parted to let my tongue in. My hands were pressed against his firm chest, and I slid them up over his shoulders and around his neck. I ran my hands through his hair, which was surprisingly soft. He put his hands on my waist, and pulled me in tighter to him. He broke our kiss and planted his lips on my neck. He kissed it softly, making me close my eyes for a second. I wasn’t used to being treated this nicely.

We made our way awkwardly to the bedroom, my hands rubbing up and down his back as we kissed. I kicked the door open, nagging my foot quite painfully. I winced, but didn’t say anything, hoping everything else would go smoothly. I pulled away from him and pushed him down forcefully onto the bed. I straddled his lap, and began kissing him again. I gently bit his neck, just under his jaw, and made a line with my tongue down to his collarbone. I pulled at his top, and he lifted his arms to help me get it off. He undid my black shirt in a flash, pulling it off me hastily. We fell backwards onto the bed, rolling around slightly.

I kissed down his body, over his smooth pecs and stomach. The top of his boxers just