That was then… If you were to ask me about David I would always have said he was a friend, rather than a boyfriend. He was actually a friend of a boyfriend. When I was twenty I had a very intense relationship with a boy called Carl. He was the same age as me and we were both very naïve when it came to the ways of the world. It had been a whirlwind romance, literally. Despite my Mother’s protestations, we had moved in together within weeks of meeting, to a rented flat across the other side of town. Almost from the first night I felt isolated, having no family or friends locally, but I was determined not to give in. Carl was a very keen badminton player and David played at the same club. He was a few years older than Carl and was a much more down-to-earth person altogether. Carl took me along every Tuesday night to the social badminton session. I was embarrassingly bad, but David was really good about it and used to volunteer to partner me to save my embarrassment. Carl, on the other hand, was much too serious and didn’t like being my partner – perhaps I should have taken that as a warning for what was to come. Carl and I lived together for just over a year and he asked me to marry him. The date was set, the church booked and the reception organised then one night he announced it was all off. He had met someone else through work and he was moving in with her. I was devastated, though it hadn’t been working for a while and I really should have been relieved. The next day he took his belongings and left. The rent was paid for another fortnight, and then I was out on my ear. I prepared to move back in with Mum, tail between my legs. The next evening David turned up to drive us both to Badminton – Carl had forgotten to tell him it was all over. When I told him what had happened he was extremely sympathetic. He insisted I went to badminton with him that evening and over the following week he helped me sort out my belongings and move back to Mum’s. Mum lived to the North of Bristol and Carl and I had been in West Town in the South so it was an upheaval, but David was wonderful. He made me promise to come to badminton the next week. I said it was a long way back afterwards and he said he would drive me. Then he said he had a better idea – he had a spare room so I could stay with him afterwards and get the train in the next morning – I worked in Bristol Centre. I know this all sounds like he was trying to seduce me but that wasn’t the case – he was engaged to be married and he was completely out of my league. I was just pleased to be out of my Mum’s house once a week, away from the ‘I told you so’ that I felt every evening when I got in. So that became our routine – every Tuesday night I got the train to Backwell where he lived, we played badminton, went to the pub, had a Chinese or a curry, then I slept in his spare room and got the train into work the next morning. Then one Tuesday someone at the badminton club had heard from Carl – he had got married and was moving up to Manchester. I was quite upset, though I tried to hide it and once again David was very sympathetic. We went back to his place instead of going out and he cooked toasted cheese and we had a bottle of wine. I went to bed still very subdued. I had been in bed about ten minutes when there was a gentle tap on the door. David came in, sat on the edge of my bed and asked was I ok. I don’t know why but I began to cry. He hugged me and told me I was better off without Carl. I shouldn’t let it bother me and I knew he was right but I still felt a sense of betrayal. He asked if I wanted a cuddle before I went to sleep. I said ‘yes please’. He got under the covers and he hugged me and told me I would feel much better in the morning. I had dreamed about this moment and I curled up against him almost afraid to move, praying that he would take things further. My prayers were answered – he kissed me. We continued kissing for a while, then he got out of bed and for a moment I thought it was all over. But he went through to turn the lights off in the other room, then returned, removed his clothes and climbed naked into bed. I was so nervous but he simply took control, caressing my body and then entering me and making me his. We spent the whole night together. It was the most wonderful sex I had ever had by a long, long way. I was not a virgin when I met Carl, but I was fairly inexperienced. David was only the fourth man who had made love to me. But he was a much more skilled and experienced lover and he made me feel like I had never felt before. I didn’t sleep at all that night, it was so perfect. He was still engaged and I knew it was only really out of a kind of sympathy but every Tuesday night I received the best therapy a girl can ever get. No man had ever made me orgasm before David, but he could do it almost to order, with his finger, his tongue or during intercourse. He took me from naïve girl to woman of the world and back once a week. He was also the first man who I ever took in my mouth. I wasn’t very good at it but he asked me to try and I wasn’t about to say no. We continued our Tuesday night affair for about six months and then I was offered a transfer through work to the London office. I decided it was a new adventure and so I accepted. David came to stay with me a couple of times but I was in a shared flat and it was never quite the same. So we lost touch. I met a new man, got married, had two children and ended up living in Warwick –where my husband works at the University. …This is now Fast forward twenty-five years. I joined Friends Reunited, for no other reason than my husband had done the same and he had met up with some old drinking pals and I was feeling left out. I searched a whole load of people and came up with nothing. I searched for Carl and he wasn’t there either. Then I looked for David and amazingly he was in the list of members. He was still working in Bristol. There was very little detail about his life, just a note that said ‘if you remember me, why not get in touch?’ So I sent an email and we began a correspondence, exchanging details about our families and careers and so on. He was a very successful Corporate Lawyer. He was separated from his wife but had joint custody of their two children. It was begin with and we exchanged several emails on the first day we were in touch, then it became every few days and then weekly. Then one day he emailed to say that he had to visit a client in Coventry and would I like to meet him for lunch? I told him I would love to. He said he would pick me up, but for some reason I didn’t want him to come to the house so I arranged to meet him at picnic area just off the A46 near Kenilworth. I knew it would be safe to leave one car there and it was easy for David to find on his way from Coventry. When I arrived he was already parked waiting for me. He kissed my cheek as we said hello and we each commented on how well the other was looking. Then we took his car and drove to a restaurant called The Saxon Mill, back towards Warwick. We had a very nice meal with some wine and chatted away about the things we had done and the places we had been to over the years. His phone rang and he apologised profusely, but said that he had to take the call as it was an important client. Whilst he was on the phone I started remembering old times and for some strange reason I was thinking about bed and the fact that he was the first man I had ever performed oral sex on when he said ‘you were miles away – what were you thinking?’ I went bright red and muttered something about it being private and he laughed. I hadn’t even realised he had finished on the phone. We finished the meal and had coffee, and then we went for a walk along the river Avon, which runs by the pub. Finally he said he had to set-off home soon as he had a long drive and he had an appointment that evening. We drove back to my car and by the time we arrived back it was actually quite dark, although that is not unusual for November. I thanked him for the meal and wondered if he would kiss me goodbye when he turned to me, took me by the hand and with a semi-serious look on his face he said ‘so tell me, what were you thinking about earlier when you blushed so beautifully?’ I was not expecting this and blushed again, but he said ‘go on, tell me’. So I did. ‘I was remembering that you were the first man I ever gave a blow-job too!’ He laughed and then said ‘really! Well I’m available for repeat performances!’ I blushed again and made some comment about it being a shame there wasn’t much room in the car. He reached under the seat and moved the seat back. I took off my seatbelt and reached over to unzip his trousers. I tried to look confident but my fingers were shaking. He undid his belt and, sitting up in his seat a moment, let his trousers and pants fall to his ankles. There was no going back now. I started gently kissing him and instantly got a response. Then I took the head into my mouth and slowly swirled my tongue around it and was surprised at how quickly he got hard and how hard he got. I licked the shaft and for at least twenty minutes I alternated between licking, kissing and sucking. He was all the time stroking my hair and telling me how good it felt. After a while he started to move my head into a sort of rhythm and I knew he must be close. I have never let a man come in my mouth before, however I knew that I wasn’t going to stop him, if that was what he wanted. Finally I felt a jet hit the top of my mouth, then another and another. I was surprised to find it actually tasted rather nice, a bit like raw pastry mix. I swallowed it down and carried on sucking him until I had swallowed every last drop and he began to go soft in my mouth. Rather pleased with myself, having never done anything quite so brazen before, nor indeed put so much effort into performing orally on a man before, I sat back up in the seat. He told me it was amazing and that nobody had ever done that for him quite so well before. Rather pleased, I asked him about his appointment – he looked at his watch and said he would have to call up and let them know he was going to be at least an hour late. I apologised for delaying him – he said ‘I could delay him any time I wanted!’ Then with a quick kiss he disappeared and I went back to my car, checked my appearance in the mirror, and then drove home. When my husband arrived home I still had the taste of David in my mouth. I can’t wait for his next Coventry meeting – I suspect it may be quite soon!