Well, where to begin. Not long after that interesting event with Tim and Ben, Tim dumped me. I don't think he could face looking at me anymore knowing that I had enjoyed having Ben there as well. To be honest though, I don't care. It just means I can have more fun at university, which is where I am now. I have made plenty of new friends, including some that are willing for some extra-curricular activities. The only problem is I have my eye on one man and I'm not sure he is interested in me. His name is Lance and he is rather unorthodox. He's a tall lanky man with a lip ring (I still can't imagine what kissing someone with a lip ring is like although we have now kissed.) He has a gorgeous pair of brown eyes and dusty brown hair which he ties with a ribbon at the nape of his neck like someone out of the regency period. He just sets my heart a flutter every time.
Enough of that... I am writing this as we finally had it on as some people like to call it. I had been giving him hints and finally he had taken the bait. I had told him me and some of the girls were heading to a club that night and giggled that we were going to be dressed like whores- miniskirts, tops too small for our bosoms. We were out to have a laugh.
So there we were dancing on the floor with men eyeing us from all directions and none of us giving a shit, when he appears. The girls all make an excuse that they needed a drink but giving me knowing looks at the same time as they pushed their way off the dance floor. It became just me and Lance. He pulled me close and I had to try and control my breathing so he didn't realise how excited I was that he had come and was now dancing with me. He kept his hands on my hips at first but then they began to move, to clutch at my bum cheeks. I was in heaven.
