I wake about 3pm and see it’s getting gloomy outside (winter in England!) I start to flick through pictures of Harry on the net…then realise I may as well be jabbing hot needles in my eye balls!

I have to get out the house! I scribble a note and leave before mum and dad get back from work. I need space to think…

…its refreshingly cold outside. As I walk, I start working back over the whole evening, analysing it. I realise none of it makes sense at all. He can’t resist me, then he’s hurting, then he’s affectionate - then dismissive? He brought me back to his house? WTF? and…how could he just kick me out by the bins for Christ’s sake?

But - then I realise I let him! I said ‘I love you,’ what? 10 minutes after meeting him? He probably thought I was just some crazy girl he may as well shag while he had the time! Yes, hold me down, tie me up, do whatever you want…mmmm well it does appeal. Listen to me! I’ve known the guy for five minutes and he’s turned me into some kind of sexual deviant!

I’m torn from thoughts of sexual deviancy by my phone ringing…number withheld.’ I answer.

“I’m hungry,” its him! I take a deep breath. “Well I understand courgettes are in season at the moment!” I reply. “Really?” he says, and I can hear the dimpled smile in his voice. “Here I am about to take you out for dinner and you’re bringing up phallic objects before we’ve even had an amuse bouche!”

I giggle, “You’ve got a dirty mind Styles! must be all those sex parties!” I may sound cool , but blood is thumping in my ears as he answers. “What? I didn’t see any courgettes last night! Oh! I get your game, clever girl! you’re just trying to make we think about sex right?” he finishes.

“Well, if the average man thinks about sex every six seconds then you shouldn’t need too much reminding!” I flip back. “How dare you call me an average man!” he shouts as I giggle again, loving the silliness. “I’ve been called all sorts of things in my time but never anything as offensive as average!”

“Ok! OK,” I cut across the nonsense, “EXTRA ordinary Mr Harry Styles you mentioned dinner?” “I did yes,” he replies. “Nothing fancy right?” I add, unable to face a snooty restaurant right now. “but I already have my ballgown on!?” he says, hurt. “Well, you better unzip Cinders! we’re not going to the ball tonight!”

We arrange to meet and I start walking. This is all very well but I still can’t work out whats going on here. Emergency strategy needed though! and I give myself a stern talking to. Ok so, NO telling him you love him! no begging to see him again! no initiating a conversation about ‘us’ and where this is going. If you want this to go anywhere at all - act cool!

I round the corner and he’s there waiting. He looks incredible! Oh crap! Mild panic here, do I go in for a kiss or a handshake or…He smiles and wraps his arms round my shoulders, kissing me firmly on the lips. Phew! I look up at him as I radiate every damn feeling going through me right now. I’m sure he can read me like a book, can see right through me! I can be as cool as I like but it won’t matter. I give the game away every time I look at him!

“So nothing fancy right?” he asks and I nod in response, “my ballgowns at the dry cleaners, so sorry about that.” He smiles looking me up and down, “Its OK, you’ll do as you are.”

…so it’s a little Caribbean place, hardly bigger than a classroom. Dark, low ceilings with chirpy reggae playing in the background. He grins as we sit down, “Just so you know, this is one of those no cutlery deals.” I wriggle my fingers, adding cheekily “I washed before I came!” He shakes his head sadly, “there you go again! with the innuendo! dirty, dirty, dirty girl.”

“Hey! I was as pure as the driven snow yesterday!” I counter. “and do you still respect me today?” he asks, doing puppy dog eyes. “Oh, I’ve never actually respected you at all sweetheart,” I say dismissively…

…and thats how dinner goes. Parrying back and forth and being silly. All the while I’m having to refrain from flinging myself across the table! All too soon, its over.

Outside, we stand close together. He looks down at me, hands in his pockets. Suddenly all my good intentions of playing it cool go out the window as I reach for him. “Can we go back to your place?” I ask quietly.

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We’re naked. I lay on-top of him pressing my body into his, nothing underneath me but him. His hands slide all over me, across my ass, sending a shiver through my ribs. I kiss him like I’ve never kissed anyone, desperate for him; taking everything I can get while I have the chance.

I move to straddle him and push back, taking him inside. He groans and moves his hands to my front, cupping my breasts, gripping my hips. I keep moving, leaning forward to kiss his lovely face, along his jawline, across his cheek, on closed eyes…

…He flips me and pull my knees up, gripping him hard inside. I feel the first wave of pleasure radiate through my body. He smiles, watching me closely. I stroke my nails gently across his back and he gasps, pushes harder. Instantly, I convulse, orgasming harder than before, my muscles growing used to the feeling now. I find I can guide it, make it last longer. As the waves ebb away, I find his eyes. I feel like I’m making love…does he?

“I’ve got a present for you,” he says without smiling…and I know that look…

Ⓒ SphinxWriter13 2017

P.S. Next chapter will be XXX (remember to check with mummy and daddy ;)

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