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We finished off our drinks, retrieved our jackets and made our way to the exit, pushing past the heaving crowd as we did so. The time was now quickly approaching midnight and the night air was chilly, instantly sending goosebumps all over my skin. My nipples also tensed and became pronounced as they always did when I was cold, or more recently whenever I remembered what Alison had done to me.

As we shivered our way down the busy street towards the car, Alison suddenly darted into a dark alleyway, deserted but for a few empty beer cans and litter, pulling me along behind her.

''Where are you goi...'' I wasn't allowed to finish as she slammed me against a wall, grabbing both my arms, her breath heavy and warm against my cheeks. She crushed her lips against mine, kissing me with a fervour I had never experienced before. Not even with Toby. I let out a throaty muffled moan of shock/protest but she ignored me. She wrapped her right arm around my waist, cupped the back of my neck with her left hand and pulled me close to her, our breasts greeting, more intimately this time, as they had done earlier that night.

I made a feeble attempt to break our sudden attachment, not sure if this was what I really wanted. I gently pushed against her and dug my teeth into her lower lip, enough to cause pain but not hard enough to draw blood. It only seemed to spur her on even more because she winced slightly and held me even tighter against her, probing my mouth further. I soon gave up my futile resistance and let her have her way. If I really wanted to, I knew I could make her stop, but instead I did nothing.

When she finally let me go it was not because she had tired of me but because of the increasingly large mostly drunken male audience that had gathered at the entrance of the alleyway whooping and cheering at the free show that was playing itself out before them. Alison grabbed me once more and we raced our way back to the car and headed home.

Not a word was spoken as we drove though the quiet streets. The silence would have been deafening if not for the gentle hum of the engine and the soft music coming from the car stereo. I glanced at her a few times, watching her lips move along with the music, wondering what she was thinking and more importantly what other surprises she had in store for me that night. Something told me she wasn't done with me just yet. I drifted into a light sleep.

I awoke when the car came to a halt and the music was turned off.

''Home sweet home.'' Alison chirped.

I let myself out of the car and we walked up to her door. She unlocked it and we made our way to the living room, discarding our belongings in the hallway. I collapsed on the large plush sofa in her living room, the bright lights above my head waking me out of my sleepy state. I hadn't noticed just how plush and luxuriously decorated Alison's place was until that night. The last time I was there, the mass of bodies had prevented me from being able to fully appreciate it but now I could in all it's splendour.

Alison strolled over and took a seat beside me. We reminisced over the night's events, laughing at the cheesy passes made at us by drunken guys, making fun of each other's dance moves. Then came the uncomfortable silence. And out of the blue:

''Jo, listen. I'm sorry I came across the way I did tonight. I've been really stupid.'' She waited for confirmation that she could carry on. My gentle nod gave her this.

''It's just that I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since the last time we were together and...I guess I got a little bit too carried away.'' She smiled sheepishly like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, waiting for my response. Now she looked as nervous as I had been earlier.

''Alison I've been meaning to talk to you for a while about...stuff, you know, what happened last time.'' I started.

''Look sweetie I'm so sorry, I wasn't thinking.

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