On the plane home I spent most of the time thinking about what happened.  I was thinking about Simon having Lizzy and refusing to let Paul have me. I had my hand on Simon's leg thinking about the dirty afternoons that Simon never knew about. I remembered Jenny had given me her number.

“Do you want a drink?” Simon disturbed my thoughts.

I looked up at the trolley maid. “White wine please.”

I wondered if the captain was fucking her, and what she would look like with her tits rocking to his thrusts. Yes, my mind was changed after that holiday.

As I unpacked I came to the dress Simon had bought. It was so thin it could be seen though,  it had no back, only two widths of cloth above the waist, they covered my nipples and tied behind my neck. To allow me to walk there was a slash up my left leg. Simon insisted the dress be tied high on that last night. The result was it was not just my thigh that was glimpsed as I walked. I hated the dress, and I was not fond of Simon, putting me on display. What annoyed me more was not letting me get fucked.

I was going to put the dress in the back of the wardrobe,  then I thought about pulling the slash open and taking a few cocks. That would teach him a lesson, if I tell him. I put it in the wardrobe and remembered where.

A week later I went to see my elder sister. I told her everything Simon knew apart from him fucking Lizzy, after all I  was not meant to know about that.

“Were you nervous?” Ruby asked.

“I was terrified, but then I got used to it.”

“Were the men hard?”

“Some were a big semi, but none hard.”

“You checked them out!” 

“Some.” I laughed.

“Did they check you out?”

“They must have, but none, you know creepy. I've started to shave.”

“So they saw the whole thing.”

“They must have.”

“What did Simon say?”

“He likes it.” I had never told her he was a boring fuck, but I never knew what good was, so how did I know.

“Did he..”

“Everyday.”

“I wish Brin would do it more.” 

“It's not all about quantity.”

“It's not.” Ruby admitted with a smile that made me jealous. 

I said goodbye to Ruby and started home. That's what I told Ruby.

I stopped at a pub. I set the handbrake and was still not sure if I  should drive on.

I went in, fixed my eyes on the bar and asked for lemonade with ice. I remember that order and it became my standard drink on days like that but late I sometimes added juice or bitters to it.

I knew I  had to get noticed, but if I did I knew what would happen. I gazed at the drink.

I turned around and looked at the room. There was a man about 20 sitting alone at a table, only his drink. 

I took a big drink from my glass as if it were vodka. For a moment I  felt drunk, but as I walked towards the table my head cleared and I knew I wanted it.

I sat in the next chair. “Are you on your own?”

He seemed shocked. “I'm waiting for my housemate.”

“Is she nice?”

“It's a him.”

“Are you gay?”

“No” The answer was sharp.

“So you are taking me home.”

“What.”

I leaned and whispered. “Take me to bed.”

The penny dropped. He had it on a plate. “Kevin is coming, we are…”

“Text him, he won't mind.” I interrupted him.

“Yeah, OK.”

“Your phone.” I urged.

He sent a message. 

“Where are we going?" I asked.

“What”

“Where is your place?”

“Over the road.”

He opened the door and I pulled him in by his belt. 

“Where is your bed?”

He pointed up the stairs. I dragged him by the hand.

I sat on the bed, opened his trousers and found a limp cock. I sucked on it.

“That's better.” I assured him.

I pulled my trousers off and I  remember thinking a skirt would be easier. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, dropped my bra. I never needed a bra then, but you do, don't you.

“Come on.” He was looking at my pussy. “Fuck me.”

He had me missionary. I felt his dick slide in. I felt his full weight on me. I pulled at his shirt. He was not sure which he wanted most, keep going as he was, or get his chest against mine.

He did pull his shirt up, but not off.

He was better than Simon. I came twice, but I was determined to take more control with the next man and make sure I  enjoyed it more.

“Where is the shower?”

He pointed. I showered.

"Can I phone you?” He asked as I dressed.

“Write your number down.” I had no idea what would happen if Simon found men calling me.