Just Another Slut on a Saturday Night

"If you promise to stay the night, Matt, then I'll let you sleep with me."

"Yeah, okay then," I respond flatly. I'm not that fussed either way. But since I'm here, well...

Her little plain face lights up, like a punter pulling three cherries on a fruit machine, and she says, all excitedly, "I'll go and set up the camp bed then."

"Why do you need to do that?"

"There's only one bedroom and one double bed here which I share with my sister. She won't want to come home and find you in bed with me," she replies, and then giggles in a silly and irritating way as though she was eight rather than eighteen.

"You sleep with your sister?"

"We can only just afford the rent on a one bedroom flat. My dad threw us out."

She disappears into the bedroom leaving me alone in the 'lounge' to look around. The place is certainly a shithole: musty and peeling wallpaper, threadbare carpet with single naked light bulb suspended by a twisted flex. I won't be staying here any longer than needs be.

I'm quite drunk having sunk pint after pint of lager and lime, first in Yelf's Tubs then down at the Prince Consort Discotheque with my mate, Jeremy. I wouldn't be here if I wasn't so pissed.

I suddenly chuckle, recalling having given Jeremy strict instructions at the beginning of the evening for him to drag me away from Janine if it looked like I was in danger of getting off with her. Unsurprisingly, as no other females were interested, I had grabbed her for a smooch when the DJ had concluded the evening by playing Sealed with a Kiss by Brian Hyland and then proceeded to snog her with the final bars of the track fading out just prior to the main lights flicking on to signal 'kicking out' time.

Whilst she was picking up her coat from the cloakroom Jeremy had approached me and said, "You're going to regret this in the morning, Matt. Remember what you told me: 'Don't let me get off with Janine under any circumstances.' "

"I know what I am doing. I'll be okay," I had slurred. I had then discretely flashed him the crumpled carton of Durex I had been keeping stashed in my back pocket.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he had reminded me, whilst briefly raising his eyebrows, before turning and heading for the exit...

The door from the bedroom opens and Janine drags out the camp bed along with a duvet and a couple of pillows. I watch her unfold the bed and place the bedclothes on the top. I can't be bothered to help.

"I'm just going to the loo. I won't be long," I inform her. Nothing more uncomfortable than shagging with a full bladder.

I push open the door to the toilet. It's in as a crappier condition as the rest of the flat: curled up lino, mouldy walls, rusty pipes and lime-scale crusted to the bowl like barnacles to the bottom of a ship's hull. Nice.

I unzip my fly and release a powerful jet of piss before noticing a small pool of yellow urine growing to the side of the pan on the lino - whoops. I adjust my aim, finish urinating then flush the cistern.

I re-enter the lounge to find her already under the covers.

"You haven't wasted any time then?" I say to her.

"Take your clothes off and then snuggle in, Matt. It's cold tonight."

I take all my clothes off, discarding them in a heap on the dirty floor, whilst she watches me and as she does, I become, despite the quantity of alcohol in my system, quite erect.

"What are you doing now?" she asks me with a hint of impatience.

"Putting a condom on," I reply matter-of-factly whilst I rummage through my trouser pockets.

"You don't need one of them-"

"I think I do," I interrupt.

I finally find it; tear open the packet then roll it over my stiffy. I'm ready now.

"Switch the lights off will you, Matt. I'm a bit bashful."

And only about two pints less from being pretty repulsive too, I want to add but don't.

I stride to the light switch and take a last look at her with only her dark curly haired head sticking out of the covers. I wonder for a second what I am doing here. Really doing here. She's possesses lovely olive brown eyes, her father is Italian, but facially she just reminds me of Woody Allen and that is just not an attractive look. Her figure, I remember from shagging her before, isn't bad. Her nipples are quite dark which I like. But she's also pretty thick and intelligence, in a female, is a turn-on for me.

Fuck it.

I flick the switch walk over and then clamber under the covers with her.

I put my arms round her, put my mouth to hers, stick my tongue in and grab her tight whilst pressing my hard little prick next to the bare flesh of her torso.

"I knew you'd come back with me," she exclaims me with an air of triumph.

I say nothing, instead I bite one of her nipples with force enough to make her gasp. I then reach down with my right hand to her groin gripping her hairy crutch. She's damp. I push open her legs and mount her whilst guiding my cock into her cunt. It won't take long. Thankfully.

I know that she would like to get pregnant by me so that I'll have to marry her. But that will never be. I am just using her till I get someone decent.

I begin to thrust hard and start to fantasise about being slippered naked by Miss Shipley, the youngish, blonde and rather strict French Teacher we had at High School...

I climax but not strongly. The alcohol and condom combining to take the edge off the sensation.

"That was good, Matt," Janine coos.

She's trying to make me feel better about myself because underneath it wasn't that satisfying for her. I don't really care though.

I slide my rapidly contracting penis out of her vagina and roll off her before dragging myself out of bed.

"What are you doing now?"

I pull the rubber easily off my cock, placing it on the floor.

"I'm off home now, Janine."

"Why?" she asks with hurt in her tone.

"I sleep better at home, that's why. Besides my mother and grandmother will worry about me if I'm not back in the morning."

"Got to go home to your… mummy then?" she mocks.

"Yep."

"You want to grow up," she adds.

"Yep."

"You promised me you would stay the night." The injured tone returns.

"I changed my mind."

"Liar."

She suddenly turns in the bed with her back to me.

I turn the light on and begin to dress. The flat seems even more of a tip than before. It depresses me. I also, from the sniffing emanating from her, suspect she is crying.

I finish dressing.

"I'll be off then," I say.

"Just go. User."

"Janine?"

"What!"

"I've left the used Durex by the bed. You probably don't want to leave it there where your sister can see it."

She doesn't answer so I walk out of the flat, closing the door quietly behind me. It is about three in the morning. I then descend the internal staircase before exiting out onto the Strand.

It's quite cold, I didn't bother with a coat, and I can see my breath turn to vapour every time I exhale. Still, it's not that far home, about a fifteen-minute walk.

I cut through Ashley Gardens, past the ornamental fishponds, the stone lions and the memorial plaque to the victims of the HMS George tragedy, and out onto Ryde Esplanade...