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Laden with shopping bags, Simon and Mandy walked to her favourite coffee shop. Stepping inside, the warmth and aroma of coffee beans and gingerbread filled the air, along with the delicious smell of baked bread.Simon’s stomach grumbled as he followed Mandy to the back of the shop. Putting down the bags, he sat at the table and picked up a menu.‘I’m having gingerbread latte and a turkey and cranberry baguette,’ said Mandy. ‘They’re both absolutely gorgeous.’Simon shut the menu. ‘I’ll have the same then. I can’t be bothered trying to decide.’ He stood. ‘I’ll order. Won’t be long.’Mandy was right, the gingerbread latte was sublime and the baguette was to die for.‘I’m on a date tonight,’ Mandy announced, leaning across the table to wipe a stray crumb from the side of Simons’ mouth, ‘with that guy from the clothes shop. The one where you bought the coat.’‘You didn’t waste much time.’ Simon drained his cup.Mandy shrugged and plucked her coat off the back of the chair. ‘A girl has to strike while the cock is hot,’ she said, standing and pulling up the zip on her coat.Simon followed suit and picked up the bags.‘Hey, you still haven’t told me about losing your virginity.’‘I think we’ll save that for another time,’ replied Simon, leading the way out of the shop.At home, Simon dropped the bags in the living room. He felt like having a beer, which was unusual for him, and decided to go to the off-licence. Mandy, never one to miss an opportunity, asked him to get her a bottle of vodka and a packet of cigarettes.By the time he arrived at the shop, Simon had elected to buy himself a large bottle of Jack Daniels and some Pepsi. He’d had a good day and intended to celebrate by getting pissed.On his way home, he rang his friend Oliver to see if he fancied joining him. But he had a date and Simon soon discovered that all his friends were indisposed as well. Of course, bahçesehir escort it was his own fault, he’d basically become a recluse during his virginity angst. He couldn’t expect them all to be good to go now that he’d fucked and got himself a new look.Simon went through to the kitchen and emptied the bag. He took a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with ice from the freezer.‘You may as well pour me one,’ Mandy said, making him flinch.‘Drinking before going you go out, eh? Don’t get too pissed, Mr. Clothing Guy might take advantage of you.’ Simon could be sarcastic.Mandy jumped up and perched herself on the worktop. ‘I’m not going out after all,’ she sighed. ‘Hey, more vodka than that. Christ, that wouldn’t get a gnat pissed.’Simon poured more vodka into the glass and picked up the Pepsi.‘Just a splash,’ Mandy commanded.‘Geez, you should have just made it yourself.’Mandy punched him playfully in the arm. ‘I’ve noticed you’re getting cheeky recently.’Simon handed her the glass. ‘I’m only sticking up for myself… anyway, why aren’t you going out?’Mandy took a gulp of her vodka and grimaced. ‘That’s strong.’‘You asked for more vodka,’ Simon protested.‘I’m not going out because, apparently, my date had forgotten that there is a celebratory family meal. All bullshit, of course, but that’s life. You win some, you lose some.’Mandy sank the rest of her vodka in one and grabbed the bottle along with Simon’s bourbon. ‘You bring the cola. We might as well make a night of it ourselves.’ Mandy sashayed out of the kitchen.Simon retrieved his mother’s pineapple-shaped ice container from the back of a cupboard and filled it. He took the Pepsi and ice into the living room where Mandy was tinkering around with the stereo system.‘How the fuck do you turn this on? Why is your Dad so old fashioned? In some respects, he’s a rebel beylikdüzü bayan escort but in others, he’s so backward.’Simon put the Pepsi and plastic pineapple on the coffee table. ‘Here, I’ll do it. But I’m warning you, his music is as backward and old-fashioned as this stereo. I mean, who listens to Queen?’Mandy sat back on her heels, revealing a large amount of thigh, and shot Simon a look of disgust, ‘Hey, I like Queen, they were great.’Simon knelt and reached behind the stereo system and flicked the switch on the plug socket. As he did, he felt Mandy’s hand on his ass. It moved up towards his back and back down again, reaching slightly under his undercarriage, before slipping back out again.‘Nice ass,’ Mandy said before moving away to sit on the sofa. She filled her glass with another drink as if what she’d just done was perfectly natural.‘What do you want to listen to, then?’ Simon decided to play Mandy at her own game, not even acknowledging what she’d just done.Mandy shrugged. ‘Whatever you want. If you don’t like Queen, you choose.’Simon selected Queen. He couldn’t be doing with Mandy’s sulky face. All he wanted was to get drunk and have a laugh. Simon had realised that Mandy was great company. No wonder his dad enjoyed fucking her.Pressing the play button, the strains of Bohemian Rhapsody filled the room and Mandy’s face was suddenly wreathed in a huge smile. ‘I knew you’d see sense.’Mandy took the lid off the pineapple, put ice in a glass, poured a liberal splash of Jack Daniels over the top and added a tiny drop of Pepsi. Patting the seat beside her, she held out the glass to Simon. ‘Come and sit down.’Simon sat, took the glass from her and swigged. The liquid burned the back of his throat. He should have added more Pepsi but, fuck it, he wanted to get smashed.‘So, go on,’ Mandy said, draining escort beylikdüzü yet another drink. Obviously, she was an expert at drinking as well as fucking.‘Go on what?’Mandy slapped Simon’s thigh. ‘Stop teasing me, you know what.’Simon shook his head. ‘I haven’t got a clue what you’re talking about.’‘Hello?’ Mandy waved a hand in front of his eyes, ‘Anyone home? Your virginity, of course, or the loss of it. You said you’d tell me all about it.’‘Ah, that,’ Simon said, slugging back the last of his drink and pouring another.‘Yes, that.’‘It was nothing, really,’ he said slowly. Simon enjoyed teasing Mandy.‘Nothing huh? I bet I know who it was.’Simon grinned. ‘Bet you don’t.’Mandy smiled. ‘Bet I do. If I’m right, will you do whatever I say?’‘If you get it right, I’ll do anything you ask, I promise.’ Simon licked his finger and tapped it in the air.Why he did that, he didn’t know. But, fuck, he was enjoying himself and with his new look, he’d felt a swell of confidence building all day.‘Sally Fairhurst,’ Mandy said triumphantly.Simon frowned and then grimaced. ‘Sally Fairhurst? What makes you think it was her?’‘Don’t know. I mean, admittedly she is a bit of a drip but I’ve noticed she likes every single one of your photos on Facebook. She comes across as a bit of a stalker, to be honest.’ Mandy’s voice trailed away.Mandy, she is more than a drip, she’s fucking horrible and smells of B.O.’Mandy giggled and stroked Simon’s arm. ‘Hey, don’t be insulted, I was just guessing. But, if it isn’t her, I can’t get you to do what I want. That’s very disappointing.’Mandy pouted and Simon poured another drink. He realised that he was already slightly drunk. Another stiff drink and he would be well on his way.‘Well, it wasn’t her,’ Simon said. ‘If you must know, it was my French teacher, Miss Duval.’Simon felt a warm pleasure as he saw the shock on Mandy’s face. But that look quickly disappeared and the room filled with her raucous laughter. ‘Shut up Simon, now I know you’re teasing me. Who was it, really?’Simon felt almost aggrieved. ‘I’ve just said, my French teacher. Why wouldn’t it be? Am I that awful?’‘No,’ Mandy shook her head, pouring another drink.
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