We had made arrangements for the week after Pat’s last visit with Joanne and Paul, which all went to pot thanks to nature. We had a great time at the club though, drinking far more than we would normally and laughing at things only drunken friends would laugh at. Joanne felt my crotch under the table and made a remark about having to keep that up for the week. I told her that if she didn’t behave then I would set her stri...

Another Saturday and another band on at the club. Our friend Pat and her latest boyfriend were coming over to stay again. Where she kept finding them, I don’t know, but I could see what the guys were getting out of it. We had arranged to meet them in the club; I think that Linda was kind of excited to see what her new feller was like and I must admit that after the last time I was quite looking forward to fucking Pat agai...

It had been three or four weeks since Pat and her then boyfriend had been to stay the night. Now she was coming here again, with her currant boyfriend, Dan, who we had yet to meet. When they did arrive Pat and Chrissy went off to get ready to go out and left me talking to Dan, who as it happened was very easy to get on with. He looked quite athletic and told me he was a cyclist. The fact that he looked fit hadn’t been was...

Whilst out today I met someone I had not seen for a long time and all the memories came flooding back. We went into a café for a good old catch up. When in my early twenties I lived in a small Derbyshire town and had to catch a bus to Chesterfield every day to work. I was living in a flat with a girl called Chrissy at the time, who caught the bus with me. We had gotten to know a girl who caught the bus in the next village...