Katie Ch. 04: A Slip Of The Tongue

Dave is on a mission, the college term is ending in a few weeks and he has no way of contacting her.

Time is running out!

The only things he knows are;

That Katie sometimes walks past the cafe.

Is studying at one of the several technical colleges in town.

And resides somewhere along Landsdowne Road.

There is much more that he doesn't know, including;

What days or times she attends college.

Or even if she always walked, took taxis or buses home?

It appears that the chances of ever finding her again, before the rapidly approaching deadline, are inevitably remote.

And by his own admission as he searches for her. it makes him feel like some kind of weirdo pervert! Is what hes doing crossing a line? Hes not entirely sure.

But what else should he do with this afternoon, not otherwise taken up by work commitments? He tries to justify his actions as being entirely normal.

Squeezing the large heavy motorcycle between a car and a traffic island.

Through wrap around shades, worn below his open face crash hat.

Dave's eyes scan the road ahead for obvious traffic hazards, potholes and stray cats.

And also the strange half Euro-Asian girl on which his mind had recently been overly obsessing.

As he rides on, he ponders. 'Has it already been four weeks since the surprise rendezvous at the 'band night?'

It had been an amazingly fun and enjoyable meeting.

But had ultimately ended terribly...

Katie's unreadable expression and simple quiet,

"Bye, Dave" farewell, had haunted his thoughts ever since.

He wonders.'Will I ever see her again?'

As reaches the end of Landsdowne Road, there is still no sign of her, and he mutters to himself through the thin scarf pulled up over his nose.

"Bugger!"

Dave remembers that this, in truth, is the fifth attempt at finding her. And likely another doomed to failure!

Probably to be accompanied with another dejected return home, followed by a plastic packaged 'Birdseye - sad lonely bastard microwave meal for one'.

Not wanting to admit defeat, he glances a check over his shoulder and heaves the big orange Harley Davidson around to perform a tight u-turn.

Skillfully balancing the bike with gentle inputs of throttle and back brake to control maneuvering speed.

Then heads back along the alternate route, that passes the cafe.

This certainly isn't the most direct route between here and the colleges.

But might be the one someone would have used, if say... popping into town.

For the umpteenth time, Dave's excitement rises, as he spies a short Asian looking girl or woman walking along the street from behind.

Only to have his hopes cruelly dashed, as he draws nearer and disappointingly obtains a clearer view.

Has there always been this many Asians in town?

Its not something that he has ever paid much attention too before.

Or had actually noticed.

Turning right into Park Road, he avoids several deep scars in the road surface and snicks the bike into third gear, settling into a slow cruise, each of the two exhausts barking individual deep thumps as the torque heavy motor lazily pulls.

Just as he is about to give up on this afternoons quest, he spies another possible suspect...

Short, thin, long hair and yes possibly a clue! Doctor Martens boots.

This time hes a little more hopeful, maybe even certain.

Approaching his eyes fix on her eagerly,

Then the same as once before, he pulls alongside on the bike and slows in front of her, she turns with a wrinkled nose, irritated by the cacophonous mechanical noise.

But this time she recognizes the bike and instead of dropping her head and hurrying away. Stops and raises her hand to give Dave a cheerful wave, accompanied by a welcoming smile.

Dave ignores the double yellow line parking restrictions and stops in front of the kerbside.

Kicking out the prop with practiced ease, before carefully letting the bike fall onto its left side stand.

He sees her say something, but over the din of the engine and with his ears covered by the helmet. She cant be heard.

"Hang on a sec," he shouts pointing gloved fingers at his ears.

Turning off the motor and removing his shades, placing them into his top pocket.

He then undoes the strap to the helmet, which is removed.

The thin stretchy scarf pulled up over his head and placed inside, along with leather riding gloves.

She patiently waits till it's all removed and carefully balanced on the handlebar mounted mirror.

Her face developing a growing expression of curiosity.

Then repeating "Hello Dave. What are you doing here?"

Dave gives her his best welcoming smile, deciding that honesty is the best approach

He turns to face her.

"Oh errrrrrr, I'm stalking you this time!

Though it was about time we equaled on those stakes.

Now I've found you, I think we're about even."

He then laughs at himself, embarrassed at the absurdity (and half truth) of what he had just said.

But Katie laughs too.

Then obviously considers for a second. "Yeah, it's two each, I think!

Let's call it a draw."

As they start the conversation, Dave dismounts the bike, and casually leans back against the saddle.

"I hope you don't mind me chasing you down again,

I wanted to apologies for the night with the band... and errr Sophia... Sorry.

Katie looks at him directly, her head tilted slightly to one side,

"I enjoyed the night it was fun, but the ending, was way too chaotic.

And I've never been... sent home, alone in a taxi before.

It wasn't nice!"

"Again sorry. If you give me a second chance, I promise it won't happen again.

I've been thinking of you and would like to make it up to you."

Dave swallows nervously, awaiting for her answer.

For the second time, she looks him up and down, as if deliberately both simultaneously sizing him up and putting him in his place.

He watches her face soften slightly but receives no reply, so adds...

"I promise no repeat of the milkshake incident, so long as you leave the skin on my arm!"

Then.

"All this randomly running all round town, trying to find you, is doing me in."

"So," she asks. "How many miles have you ridden looking for me?"

Dave winces. "I don't think that's information, I should be admitting to!"

"Oh my god", she laughs a smile now forming. "Its bad isn't it?"

"Possibly"

"Ten miles?" Asking inquisitively.

Hesitatingly he responds. "More!"

"Twenty?"

Dave looks away blushing. "In my defense, I had absolutely no idea where you lived".

She considers for a second. "Thats not true, you knew my road".

Defensively, "Its a very long road!"

She folds her arms and shakes her head. "You are ridiculous"!

Dave responds. "I prefer determined".

She looks at him directly. "I prefer - slightly concerning!"

Dave looks down at the ground. "Fair."

Katie laughs at him but steps forward to gently touch his arm. "Did you really think you'd find me?"

"No"

"Then why keep trying? She asks with genuine interest.

That question actually catches him off guard, he hesitates and simply looks at her.

"Errrrr because I think your very cute and really wanted to see you again... I think we have unfinished business".

Katie's expression softens. "Awww that's actually quite sweet".

"Please don't tell anyone I'm sweet, I've a rufty -- tufty, biker image to maintain.

"Oh yes" she responds, while holding her hands dramatically to her cheeks.

"If forgot your 'The big bad and terrifying - Biker Dave!'

"Exactly!"

"Ok, its agreed, I will try not to spread rumors that your secretly a covert romantic".

"Yeah that would be good, thank you." Dave replies amused.

"And I wont tell people you've been stalking me".

Dave responds. "Can we please stop calling it stalking?"

"No". She cant help laughing.

"How about persistent searching?"

Again "No". More laughing

He offers. "Dedicated detective work?"

Katie grins, " absolutely not", she reaches up and taps the front of his leather jacket.

"Anyway you missed the obvious answer."

"Oh whats that?"

She asks. "You could have asked me for my number at the cafe or the gig."

Dave groans as his shoulders sag a little. " I know, I was kicking myself".

"You forgot to ask?"

"Well the second time we met, you'd caught be off guard, overwhelmed me and then told me you owned me.

And the third... I had a drunk ex-girlfriend, a collapsing social disaster, and you stole my hat!"

She answers quickly. "I think you will find I borrowed your hat!"

"You disappeared with it!"

Katie smiles mischievously. "I still have it".

"That's not helping your case, you disappeared with no way of returning it.

That's stealing!"

She tilts her head. "Would you like it back?"

Dave pretends to think "hhhhhmmmmmm... Maybe?

She responds. "Maybe?"

Dave sees an opportunity..."Depends."

"On what?"

His smile widens. " On whether we can go on a date, when you deliver it?"

Katie rolls her eyes. "You asking me out Mr rufty -- tufty - biker?"

Without hesitation... "YES."

"Hmmm, I guess I can give you one more chance."

She leaves a deliberately pregnant pause whilst maintaining eye contact.

"That was terrible! But yeah, id like to see you again too".

Receiving a positive answer, his quickly fingers pull out an iphone from his top jacket pocket.

Katie rattles her number off while he taps it into his phone, then presses call.

Seconds later, he hears her phone ringing her back pocket, she retrieves it and presses call end.

"Good girl, There you have mine now too."

"Thank you Daddy," she replies with a wink.

Slipping her phone back into her pocket and looking up at him.

She tries to hide her developing smile. But fails completely.

Dave and Katie continue to chat and flirt for a while longer, neither seeming particularly eager to end the conversation.

But after a time, Dave notices Katie rubbing her hands together against the growing cold. The wind coming in off the sea has strengthened, carrying with it that damp chill that seems to be able to creep through clothing and straight into your bones.

"Katie, you're looking cold, I'd better let you go, I'd give you a lift home but don't have a spare lid." He thinks to himself that it's at times like these that the van would have been handy.

Katie smiles.

"It's okay. I'm visiting a friend. She only lives about five minutes away."

"Fair enough."

For a moment neither of them moves. It feels suddenly oddly awkward.

Not uncomfortable, just neither of them quite wanting to be the first to leave.

Eventually Dave opens his arms.

Katie stepping forward without hesitation.

Their hug is warm, lingering just a little longer than politeness requires.

"Don't disappear again," he says quietly.

She lifts her head and smiles. "Don't lose my number."

Dave smiles, "That's a deal."

Reluctantly they part.

Katie turns and heads along the pavement, her dark hair blowing in the wind, every once in a while she glances back over her shoulder to check he is still there.

Dave remains by the side of the Harley watching her go, Slowly and methodically putting his riding gear back on.

Only when she reaches the corner does he fasten his helmet.

The big orange bike clunks as the stater is engaged and the engine barks into life.

Easing way from the kerb Dave then slowly cruises past keeping the noise from the exhaust down. Casually nodding at her and receives a wide smile in return...

Then Katie quickly disappears from view, around the corner.

Dave continues down the road feeling absurdly pleased with himself.

Four weeks of searching.

Four failed attempts.

Countless wrong turns and false alarms.

And somehow he'd found her.

More importantly, she's seems genuinely happy to see him.

As the Harley rumbles steadily toward home, Dave can't stop himself from smiling inside his helmet.

The spark that had been lit on that chaotic night at the gig hadn't gone out after all.

If anything, it feels brighter.

Dave vows to himself, to give it a few days and then to invite her out at the soonest opportunity.

Maybe next weekend?

...............................................................................................

As the taxis red tail lights disappear down the wet, darkened street.

stumbling arm in arm together, they both heavily crash into the front door.

She's hanging onto Dave's arm, her feet pigeon-toed inwards, looking somewhat like a Japanese anime character. A style accentuated top and bottom, by the thick soled knee high buffalo boots and voluminous double plaited ponytails.

Fumbling in his many pockets, Dave pulls out several folded club flyers, a wallet, a half packet of chewing gum.

Each item he hands to her, as he continues the hapless search for his door keys, in the semi darkness of the door step.

Dropping the card flyers to the floor, she lets out a loud, "Whoops."

Followed by a long giggle as she bends over to try and retrieve them.

Despite a firm grip on his leather jacket, he watches in slow motion, as she falls off her platform boots and topples over, into a giggling heap of seemingly random arms and legs.

Finding his keys, Dave stabs them unsuccessfully at the lock several times, before eventually managing to turn the key.

He pushes open the door and reaches inside for the light switch.

Stepping into the doorway, he turns around, holding out his hand.

"Hey pass me my wallet," Still giggling, she complies and after stuffing it back into a rear pocket, he reaches down again to pull the girl up to her feet.

Regaining her footing they both hang onto each other as they careen along the hallway, shoulders knocking the hanging pictures out of square.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs, Dave positions her facing the steep assent.

"The bedroom is on the right, I'll see you up there, I'm gunna get some drinks." He instructs while disrobing from his biker jacket and hanging it over the bottom stairs banister post.

Having set her in the right direction, he releases her shoulders and watches with amusement... She simply finds the first stair, drops onto her hands and knees and commences her climb.

Her short leather skirt exposing her arse, swaying tantalizingly from side to side, as each step is traversed.

Walking through the door opposite the bottom of the stairs into the kitchen. He opens a cupboard, grabs a bottle of jack Daniel's plus two glasses. Then retrieves a large cold bottle of coke from the fridge.

His hands being full, he returns to the hallway and with some difficulty he manages to half climb / half stumble up the stairs.

By leaning his left shoulder onto the wall to steady himself, he successfully climbs to the top without dropping anything.

Reaching the bedroom door, by the muted light of the bedside lamp he see that shes made it to the bed.

Sort of!

Its obvious she had crawled up the side of the bed, dropping her small black futuristically styled cross shoulder purse on the floor in the process. And now lays face down on the bed with the right cheek firmly planted into the soft duvet.

Her limbs are spreadeagled, but with her heavily booted feet, swinging forward and backwards in turn, in mid air..

In her current state, she will need help undressing. "Stay there just like that, I'll pull your boots off." Clumsily placing bottles and glasses onto the bedside cabinet. He climbs onto the corner of the bed at her feet and kneels beside her.

With practiced ease Dave rolls open the zipper to each boot then pulls them off in turn.

Each reveals a fluffy pink sock, with cute kitten motifs and the rear of her shapely calfs.

The boots are unceremoniously dropped off the bed to the floor, with two hefty 'thunks.'

Boots gone, he stays on the corner of the bed and while watching she rolls over onto her back, revealing that oh so familiar face.

"Dave, I want another drink!"

Quickly he raises, spins around and sit on the side of the bed, to remove his own boots, "Yeah hang on just a moment honey."

After adding his footwear to the growing pile, he makes his way to the bedside cabinet and sloshes two strong drinks together.

While he is busy, she re orientates herself so she partially sitting up, her head and shoulders resting onto the pillows.

Wiggling she slides over a little to make space.

Handing her a glass, turning to face her once more, he climbs onto the bed beside her.

Raising his glass in a toast, "Here's to an excellent night honey."

After clinking the glasses together they then in unison both down them in one go.

Dave taking and dropping the empty glasses unceremoniously off of the side of the bed onto the carpet.

She collapses backwards onto the pillows.

And as their eyes meet, expectantly, he leans in to kiss her. Softly at first.

Her lips are soft and warm still tasting of Jack Daniel's.

As they embrace, her arms wrap around his head, pulling him closer.

It doesn't take long for the kisses to turn deeper, rough and passionate.

At last, as they both pause for air, she slides lower onto the bed.

Giggling to herself, as she deliberately attempts to press his buttons;

"Hey Dave... Why don't you stop wasting time and fuck me, like a man?

Make me cum If you know how!"

Hearing the half challenge - half taunt, Dave is instinctively annoyed...

This little anime styled brat is disrespecting him again, and not for the first time!

So he responds by swinging his legs across her body and straddling her exposed belly.

Then reaching forward, taking her wrists in his hands, he places each of them on either side of her head, next to her ponytails. Pinning her down with his weight.

Then leaning down to kiss her..

But as he moves closer, she turns her head away to thwart his plans.

She's not going to make things too easy for him.

Finding her ear directly before his mouth, his voice adopts a deep low sinister whisper and growls. "You little brat, I 'm going to fucking hammer you into next week."

Her eyes flick to the side towards his, openly laughing, she responds.

"You could hammer me all month, with that teeny tiny dick you have, and still never give me an orgasm!"

Annoyed by her audacity, he places the fingers and thumb of his left hand around the front of her neck and pushes her aggressively down into the bed.

"Really! It won't feel so teeny tiny, when it's stuffed down your fucking throat!"

Leaning in close, his mouth is now upon her neck, sucking the exposed skin, pulling it into his mouth, biting hard.

She struggles and hisses. "Don't do that, you fucker,

That will leave a mark.

They'll notice at work."

Dave sucks even harder just to spite her, deliberately trying to rupture as many blood vessels as possible.

"Tough, you should've thought of that before you started insulting me, and acting up, you little brat."

Although secretly enjoying the burning sensation on her neck, she commences her struggle to get free.

Arms flaying, legs kicking, stomach bucking.

But Dave holds her firm. One benefit of being older he thinks, is greater body mass.

Finished with metering out the punishment and observing the bruising on her neck,

Dave moves up, without apology he squeezes a pulsing wet tongue into her ear.

Then over her eye.

Then into her mouth.

For a moment she tries again to turn away, but then relents as both lock lips together. Aggressively kissing, sucking each other's tongues, biting.

Each breathing heavily as their excitement rises.

Dave lets go of her, allowing her arms to embrace the back of his head and neck tightly.

Disengaging, he adjusts position, raising himself to look over her. Sliding his hips up each side of her rib cage.

Shes wearing a thin stretchy, tight fitting, transparent, Lycra crop top. Through which can be see a soft non wired brazier and the exposed top of her breasts.

Looking down at them his eyes full of intensely, they are pleasingly squeezed together between his thighs.

Deftly with his right hand moving too his belt, it is soon removed and the button and fly of his jeans is released.

After a brief moment of fumbling, he pulls his swollen cock out from over the top edge of his loose fitting boxers.

She raises her head from the pillows to see what hes doing.

"I cant see or feel you like that, take your jeans off, you idiot."

Not wasting a moment, Dave quickly rolls off to the side of the bed, turns, lifts his hips and removes both jeans and boxers in a single motion. Dropping them on the floor.

He's in a hurry to get back to her, leaving on his socks and T-shirt.

Meanwhile, she wiggles back slightly to ensure her head is supported by the pillows and voluntarily raises both hands above her head again, in a signal of submission.

Her eyes watch closely, as he swings around to place two plump hairy balls and stout engorged cock back on to the transparent Nylon-Lycra fabric covering her cleavage. And is silently aroused at what she sees. So much so he feels slightly giddy.

Dave makes no attempt at undressing her further, he'd always had a kink for goth, emo or cyberpunk girls.... Why remove her visually sexy clothes when.

'The pretty wrapping just makes the present inside, all the more appealing!'

Taking her right wrist in his left hand he holds it firmly, then by pushing himself forward, slides his shaft over the see through fabric covering her soft breasts...

She enjoys watching herself be 'used' and feels a thrill, as the tip of his cock is repeatedly withdrawn and then pushed over her chest.

His movements become more exaggerated and he presses his shaft down into her harder. Her eyes transfixed as with each thrust, the blunt swollen tip of his cock is pushed successively nearer and nearer to her face.

Her shaky breaths being controlled by his pressure on her chest.

She lets out a soft moan of anticipation as the tip touches her chin, then thumps its way toward her lower lip... her mouth opens expectantly. "Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm"

Within seconds she is aware of him wiggling up her torso, balls being squashed onto her tits as a large soft velvety tip is pushed into her mouth.

Dave looks down at her lips expanding around his helmet. Her two ponytails randomly tangled beneath her head. Her pretty green eyes, and open palms above her shoulders.

He momentarily stops to savor the scene, before pushing deeper into the mouth, her elastic lips stretching and molding to the veiny contours of his shaft.

While withdrawing and slowly repeating his actions he asks;

"It doesn't feel so small now does it?"

He stares longingly down at her as he again pushes forward, her mouth delightfully squelching.

She tries to reply but can only manage an incomprehensible sound of mispronounced words. Her tongue being repeatedly forcibly pressed back into her throat.

At the sensation of it overwhelmingly filling her mouth, she suddenly wonders if playing the bratty role was the right move?

But it was her choice... This is all part of the enjoyable game.

Dave, his balls now bouncing onto her chin, fucks her mouth as he feels the intense sensation intensifying.

Shes making deep resonant gargling noises from the back of her throat, and sharply gasps for air every time he allows her to breathe by pulling back slightly.

But Dave doesn't want to cum yet.

Knowing he has to slow down and desensitize, he moves back, fully withdrawing his shaft out with a sloppy pop.

She instinctively gasps for air as she feels him slide his knees back either side of her hips and then press his stomach onto hers.

Dave's face levels with hers and again, their lips meet.. as they both separate to breathe he asks playfully. "Sorry, you was saying something about, Size?"

Again he lifts his torso off of her and moves his legs so that he can kneel between hers.

His hands explore the rounded contours of her breast and hips as they slide down her body.

Gliding over her leather skirt and onto her thighs he finds them encased in silky smooth translucent tights.

His powerful fingertips rapidly pulling and stretching at the fabric.

His nails biting and a ripping sound as they open a small tear.

Then a much larger hole, to gain access to the inviting soft warm area between her thighs.

As he explores he can't help smile upon discovering she is not wearing knickers, just a tiny thin thong. Thinking, 'good, makes my life easier,".

With a flick of the wrist, he flips the front hem of her short skirt onto her stomach.

Again they kiss as is fingers explore her soft shaven slit, "Hmmm you're hot and wet just how I like you."

He enjoys playing with her already pussy, two fingertips slowly circling her clit.

The tone of her breaths deepens and she opens her legs to allow better access.

She wonders, 'Perhaps he will be able too give me what I crave tonight?

Hes not doing badly so far!'

Surprised with her compliance he tries his best to please... He loves it when a woman wants him like this and he can't wait too feel their bodies more closely entwined.

But she is not being totally submissive, he feels one arm wrap around and pull him onto her. As he wiggles closer, he tantalizingly feels her other hand move to below his waist.

Fingers find and run down his shaft, grip the base tightly and without ceremony guide it skillfully.

Ensuring it is positioned between her legs, the tip gently rubbing the soft flesh of her warm entrance.

Feeling her raise her pelvis slightly. He inserts his bulbous head slowly making sure everything is aligned and then gently applies pressure.

She lets out a long gentle groan as he proceeds, halts, retracts then advances again, "Ohhhh fuck, slowly! "

Working together they move in unison until its almost fully inserted and then proceeding slowly at first, he starts to fuck her.

Her pussy being filled as the speed of his thrusts gently increases.

Watching a bead of sweat break out on her forehead, he asks. " So you're had bigger?" Then laughs loudly.

She looks back up at him and replies. "Oh, is it in yet?"

But she's fooling no-one, as she emits a series of ever more audible sharp whiny gasp with each of his thrusts.

In response he lifts her knees high around his hips and continues to pump her even more harshly. As she crosses her ankles behind him.

Her eyes close as she tries to stifle a scream of pleasure, instead letting out a long. "Oooohhhhhhhhhh!"

"Go on let it out, you little slut."

Their hips both working in synchronicity, as he thrusts in long sensual strokes.

Momentarily she tries too prepare the next biting remark....

But her intention is overridden by her more immediate needs.

" Ohhhhh, ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhh, right there, don't stop!"

He grabs her hair and pulls her face to one side.

She feels his lips again make contact with the side of her neck.

At first it seems like he's just sucking at her skin, but then he sinks his teeth into her flesh.

Enjoying the pain, she wraps both arms around his neck pulling him in tighter.

A scene from 'interview with a vampire' flickers through her imagination.

Another personal kink to be explored more fully when there's an opportune moment.

Together despite being restricted by their tightly held embrace. They fuck like wild animals, her whining increasing in volume and him grunting with exertion.

They both shut their eyes as the intensity builds.

Her focusing on the forceful intrusion into her stomach, the sensation is addictive...

His hard veiny shaft pushing and stretching her pussy walls, his bulbous head rubbing past her g spot.

As she listens she is sure she can hear the soft clicking - slepping sound as her juices are squeezed out from her labia.

Biting his mouth tastes of the saltiness of her skin, he recalls that first time at the band night where he had kissed Katie's neck...

Eyes remaining tightly closed, he raises and taking a calf in each hand, pushes her knees up to her shoulders, bending her double, tilting her hips upward, tiny feet flapping in the air loosely.

In this new position he can feel himself more firmly rubbing the soft spongy inside.... Knowing this will work for both of them he briefly smiles, as the pitch of her long moans becomes more intense.

As hips work back and forth he knows it won't be long now for either of them.

Her orgasm crashes through her with force.

Stomach muscles, repeatedly contracting.

Thighs shaking.

Her fingernails digging deep in to the fleshy muscles at the back of his shoulders.

Her open slack jawed mouth, lets out a long vibrato moan "Ohhhhhhhhhh, oooooooooohhh, ooooaaarrgghhhhhhh. Fffffffuuuckkkk."

Eyes still shut, he thrills at her pulsating tightness around his cock and the feel of her ankles trembling in his hands.

His electric sensation is becoming overwhelming and knows hes almost done.

And he finishes himself off by almost fully withdrawing, then thrusting in deeply several times in quick succession.

Large hairy balls slapping noisily against her thighs, she lets out a delightful squeak with each move.

Suddenly the intensity peaks...

Quick short breaths turn into a long rasping inhaling gasp for air.

In his mind, he can see her cute dimples as her mouth sucks on the milkshake straws.

Suddenly he's overwhelmingly aware of his cock trembling within its tight enclosure.

As it starts to pump short bursts of cum into her.

In ecstasy he cries out. "Arggggghhhh. Fuck!

Katie you're fucking amazing!"

Almost instantly he feels her body go fully rigid! As if convulsed by electric shock.

But something feels weird, shes reacting in a way that is very different to the orgasm experienced, so soon before.

In horror!... Dave realizes what he just said,

Opening his eyes, he looks down to see Sophia, staring back up at him with a murderous expression.

There is a moment of complete stillness... silence

Her mouth awkwardly twists and then she screams.

"What the fuck did you just say?"

Simultaneously kicking her legs and wiggling up the bed to uncouple herself from Dave's still inserted manhood.

Instinctively he lets go of her ankles, and as her feet are placed back on the bed, he tries to back away, in case she lashes out.

Angrily she shouts at him, little bits of spittle flying from her mouth!

"Were you thinking of that little Asian slag, while fucking me?

You absolute CUNT!"

As they disentangle, his thick splodge drips out of her onto the bed sheets.

Both are sweaty and their breathing uneven and ragged.

Trying to apologize, he exclaims "Sorry Sophia, that just accidentally popped out, I wasn't thinking of her honest, It just that....."

Before he can finish the explanation, she lifts her left leg in a wide arc, so that she can roll to her right.

She succeeds in completing the maneuver, but not without solidly kicking him on the right side of the temple as she does so!

And ignores that he raises a hand to his now ringing head.

"Stay away from me, you creep!"

She drops her legs off of the side of the bed and starts to look for her boots, first picking up his jeans and throwing them to the other side of the room.

Her boots are recovered and she busies herself with putting them back on.

Whilst she pulls up the zips, her eyes glare at Dave.

Again he attempts to apologize. "I was drunk, I wasn't thinking."

But is cut short by.

"If you think im staying now, you're more of a wanker than I thought you are.

Im going home."

She stands and straightens down her clothing.

It doesn't take a perceptive genius for him to realize that she could literally 'explode' on him at any moment!

He climbs off of the end of the bed and moves in a cautiously wide arc around her, picking up and donning his boxers in the process.

Opening a cabinet drawer he pulls out a roll of toilet paper and throws it to her from a safe distance. " Here, you might need this."

Sophia catches it and then proceeds to wipe herself clean.

Noticing that her body is trembling with rage, as she dries her thighs and wipes her face.

He is now both mortified and at a complete loss as how to extricate himself from his blunder.

The only apparent remedy to calm the disaster, he has unwittingly caused.

Now as always... Is by doing the right thing.

Heading for the door. "I'll pop downstairs and get my phone, order you a cab."

Dave makes a quick exit and finds his phone downstairs in the pocket of his leather jacket.

He orders a taxi, and is pleased to see despite the late hour, that it will only be arriving in a few minutes. (Having a house near a busy railway station pays dividends).

Climbing back upstairs and entering the bedroom, he finds her standing by his desk, arms crossed, looking fierce.

"I'm so sorry Sophia, I never meant for that to happen, I understand that you want to leave, the cab will be here in two minutes.

I've paid for it to take you home."

As she picks up her small purse and slips the strap over her head to secure it across her chest, she reiterates...

"Don't even talk to me," Then heads for the door.

Dave backs out of the bedroom and leads her down the stairs, realizing as he does so...

That he now feels amazingly sober.

Reaching the front door he opens it whilst pressing his back to the wall to let her pass.

As she exits he notices a Toyota Prius pull into the far end of the Close It heads towards them.

He nods in its direction. " Looks like its already here."

Standing in the doorway. "Again very sorry Sophia"

Then opens his arms, hopefully to offer a hug.

She looks at the taxi approaching, then over her shoulder back at Dave,

Hesitates and then after turning, reciprocates.

Opening her arms, as she closes to him.

Without saying anything they very briefly hug.

Dave thinks that maybe the situation has softened, but as soon as they separate...

Sophia quickly raises her right knee connecting directly with Dave's saggy balls.

The boxers he is wearing provide little protection!

He hears her shouting "Cunt" as the instantaneous pain spreads across his lower abdomen and he doubles over, falling heavily on to his hands and knees.

In agony, gasping for breath and nauseous,

Dave lifts his head to look up, to see her boots angrily stomping away along his front path, towards the road.

Sophia looks down at him over her shoulder, as she departs.

He looks pitiful.

Her final scathing words echoing in his ears...

"That will teach you. To have a slip of the tongue!"

(To be continued...)