This story takes place when I used to live at my parents' place…
It was a Friday night in the middle of the school term. And somehow I had two dates. I chose one-the wrong one as it turned out, as although she was hot, it went pretty much nowhere.
The next night, I was sitting bored at home and decided to head out to the local pub, where I knew the girl I'd rejected the previous night would be.
So I turned up and went to where she and her friends were-she totally blanked me. Which was great, because it meant she wanted winning over. I bought her a drink and broached the subject of my absence the previous night, and we got chatting. And the flirting started. She was a 5'7" posh girl, with a shoulder length blonde bob and a filthy laugh. She was wearing a leather jacket and a short skirt, the combination of which made her look sexy as hell.
As we flirted, we started getting more tactile and playful, the touches starting to linger as we talked and drank. When it came time to go, she asked if I was going to walk her home. We both lived with our parents so opportunities were going to be limited.