This story is based around true events, only my over active imagination spicing it up a bit, enjoy!
“I want to sleep with you!” Sarah said.
“What”, “Wow”, “Yeah,” or words to that effect stumbled from my mouth. Or maybe I said nothing, so dumbfounded was I. Sarah smiled, her green eyes twinkling. Sensing and probably enjoying my confusion she leant forward and whispered in my ear,”I said I want to sleep with you tonight, what do you say?”
“Err, yes.”
“Good,” she clinked her bottle off of mine, “Don’t drink too many of those,” and was gone, saying something about wanting to mingle some more before we left.
This was wild, I hadn’t been with a woman or even tried to chat one up, not sober at least, in over two years and now a beautiful woman who I hardly knew had just said she wanted to sleep with me. How did I get here?
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I’d scraped through college, I was bright but much more interested in drinking and fucking than I was in any text books. I finished college and moved back to London and somehow landed a nice little number as a trader in an investment back. It was busy, which l enjoyed, the money was very good and so was the partying.