An Unwelcome Visit

"Look, Lee, I have to get on with a job. I have to go," said Greg.

"Would you like to come tonight for dinner?" I asked. Again, with my ingrained pessimism, I expected a refusal.

"Yes, that would be nice. I'm finished at five. What time should I come?"

"Say 6.30?" I replied, trying to suppress a tone of triumph.

"Great," he said. I look forward to it."

I was walking on air. After all the tension and fear, I had finally got a date!

The intervening hours passed all too slowly. I spared no effort in making myself look as attractive as possible, settling on a pink pleated skirt and sequined white top with white stockings. I baked a pizza for the two of us, me being no slouch when it comes to cookery, and looked forward to Greg's arrival.

Finally, the doorbell rang. I looked out the window to check the identity of the caller. I didn't want any repetition of the morning's events. My heart skipped a beat when I realised it was indeed Greg. I opened the door and motioned him inside. He looked me up and down admiringly. "You look nice," he said.

"Thank-you," I replied. "You don't look too bad yourself."

We had a lovely dinner, made even more pleasant by the delightful conversation. It was clear we had a lot in common. Afterwards we sat on the sofa and drank wine together. Our conversation became ever warmer and intimate. His hand found mine, and I was confident he wouldn't be leaving my house tonight.

At a certain point, as I was bringing my glass to my mouth, he restrained me. Taking my glass and putting it on the coffee table, he pulled me to him and kissed me passionately. I returned his passion with interest, putting my tongue in his mouth, letting him know how much I wanted him. How good I felt in his arms!

After we had broken our kiss, I asked him: "Would you like to stay the night?"

"Try and stop me," was his welcome reply.

We spent the next couple of hours snuggled up together on the sofa listening to music. It seemed even his musical tastes were close to mine.