Cut to 2 hours later.
I'm standing at the edge of the dance floor, watching.
I'm on my 5th Vodka and Coke.
And I'm just on top of the world.
I watch a guy as he walks right passed me, glancing briefly right at me. I look right back and as he passes, I follow him with my eyes.
He turns round, almost imperceptibly looks straight at me, smiles and then almost immediately looks away again and walks on.
But I've seen. I've spotted that look. He liked me.
And I like him- he had a really nice smile and just looking at his eyes lit up my face.
He's young. Cute. About my height. He wears a white T-shirt, jeans and white trainers. He looks pretty lean and has that stance that just melts me slightly laddish but almost shy with it.
We move around the club, catching glances of each other when we can. I'm kind of embarrassed and I sense that he is too but we can't help it.
I'm suddenly standing next to him.
'Hi mate. You alright?
'Yeh thanks. You?'
'Not bad. You like this place then?'
'Yeh, only been here a couple of times but it 'aint bad. How about you?'
'First time I've been here but I kind like it'.
My heart's thumping. I'm shy, tongue-tied, excited, horny, drunk, happy, wary, apprehensive, confident all at the same time.
We chat more. I buy us a drink. He buys us a drink.
We stand there. The club nears the end of the evening.
I realise we're standing closer. We brush against each other, hands touching parts of bodies.
And then it happens.
We kiss.
Our lips meet and suddenly everything changes.
Arms wrap around bodies. Our tongues explore each other. Everyone else disappears.
In the middle of a club. The two of us. Two Guys. Kissing! And no-one cares!
Isn't this great?
I'm standing there, leaning against a wall, in a club, with this really horny cute guy, all over me and it's as if this is the kind of thing that happens every day.
But then it hits me. It does! It fucking does happen every day.
And lot's of people do it and it's perfectly natural and it's cool and there's plenty of people who don't give a fuck and
And I don't have to care what ANYONE thinks any more because if that's what I want to do, then hey, that's what I'm going to do and they're going to have to just put up with it.
Well, eventually, when I'm ready to tell them anyways!
So.
I'm there, kissing this guy. He's like twenty something and I feel like thirty something (although I'm only 29).
I can feel his cock, hard, against mine, which is also hard too. I grab the back of his neck and pull him further into me.
I feel him hard against my stomach. He likes me! He's up for it! Fuck, what a turn on.
My God! I'm picking up someone here. What do I do? What do I say? What's the accepted procedure?
Oh, don't be a prick. Go with the flow. What do you want to happen?
'Do you want to come back to mine?'
'Where do you live?'
'Balham. I've got a flat there'
'On your own?'
'Yeh. Wanna come?'
'OK, that'd be cool'
'Wanna go now?'
'OK. You're hot, y'know. I like you'
'You too. Come on. Let's get out of here.'
We kiss again and then we leave the club and head towards the cabrank to get a cab back to mine.
Fuck I've picked up someone on my first night out a guy. A cute guy. And he's coming back to mine!
WOW!
It's happening.
For real.
And I can't wait.
