Pulp's Disco 2000.

It's my song.

If you know the song, you know the story. A guy longs for a girl out of his league, and she was out of my league.

In my case, however, her name wasn't Deborah. Her name was Nadine.

I'd moved away, met a truly amazing woman, and married her. But do you ever really forget the first person who taught you how painful falling for someone can be?

I won't bore you with the backstory; you're not here for that. You're here for the now. And the now is Nadine currently sitting at a table, in an office, in London.

How did I know this?

I was on the other side of the glass. She hadn't seen me yet, but I saw her the moment she walked in. She's here for an interview that will last around half an hour. I set an alarm on my phone for twenty-five minutes.

I went outside the building for a fresh air break, which was funny as I would have loved a cigarette. I’d given up a few years earlier. My wife never managed to do so.

I watched the main entrance, and there she was.

Nadine.

A 5ft 5inch French-Algerian goddess. Her hair was jet black, her eyes one shade lighter. Olive-skinned with a serious look on her face. Back then, she spoke English with a heavy French accent. She smoked. She was often aloof. In short, she was the girl that every single guy at college wanted to get with. Her family also lived in the house next door to mine.

She walked to leave the building.

I froze.

Jay, for fuck sake, do something, I thought.

“Nadine? Nadine, is that you?” I said louder than I intended, which shocked her a little.

She stopped and looked at me. I recognised the look immediately; the “and you are?” look.

There was a brief pause.

Oh my god, I thought, she didn't recognise me.

But then she did. A big smile appeared on her face.

“Jay? Oh my god!” She said as she walked toward me and embraced me.

She smelled amazing.

---

I skipped out on work to spend the day with Nadine; all I cared about was staring into those eyes.

Her body was still amazing. A slim build that had a near-perfect 34C on top, and an ass about two sizes too big for her frame. She had dressed for an interview. Her hair was neatly tied back. A crisp white blouse that hugged her torso impeccably, accentuating her olive skin. An A-line skirt and sheer tights that hinted at an athletic pair of legs. And that ass. My god, that ass.

We were finishing our coffee. I’d spent the last thirty minutes making her laugh. I was always good at that when I had the chance.

She smiled.

“Is there a park near here, Jay?” she asked.

“Actually, yes, there is one a few minutes walk away,” I replied.

“Allez,” she said as she stood up from the table.

We walked to the park and she linked my arm. We passed several men who stared at her and scowled at me. I couldn't quite believe I was in this situation, but I was.

We entered the park and found a bench. We sat, and Nadine went into her bag and pulled out a vape pen. She inhaled deeply, the exhaled vapour having a weed-like aroma.

“Here,” she said as she passed it to me.

It had been a while since I had smoked my last joint.

'What the hell! Why not?' I thought.

I inhaled and coughed.

She laughed.

“Sweet, innocent Jay. You haven’t changed much,” she said as she giggled.

I laughed.

“Like you remember me that well?” I snarkily replied.

She feigned shock the way she always did.

“Moi?” drifted through those pouty lips.

“Come on, Nadine. We both know I wasn't on your radar,” I said.

She took another long pull on her vape and handed it to me. I shook my head; she tilted hers.

“Jay, please? For little Nadine?" She asked with a smile.

I grinned and took another hit, managing not to emasculate myself this time and exhaling without choking. She blew me a kiss.

“Thank you, Jay,” she said.

The vape was strong. I felt nice and relaxed. We weren't talking as much, but the silence wasn't awkward; it was actually lovely.

My phone played an alert, but I didn't want to get it. At that moment, I didn't care.

She smiled.

“It's ok. Check it,” she said

I checked, and it was from my wife.

'Can't wait for this evening,' the message read.

Oh fuck, I thought. How the fucking hell did I forget that!

“Is everything ok?” Nadine asked.

The THC had now taken root. I felt calm, and this made me quietly confident.

“How could I not be ok? I'm sitting here getting high with a stunning woman like you," I said.

I instantly felt I'd gone too far, so I tacked on:

“And I'm getting paid to do so”

She smiled and shuffled closer to me.

“Aren't you a married man, Jay?” she asked.

“Aren't you a married woman, Nadine?” I replied.

“Yes. But I'm also half French," she teased.

She looked at me. We stopped talking. We both knew where we were in the conversation, but her face told me she wouldn't speak next.

She was waiting for me.

Waiting for me to be a man.

Be a fucking man, Jay! my brain demanded.

“I want you so fucking bad right now,” I said in a calm way that even surprised me.

Her face remained expressionless, almost like she hadn't weighed all her options. She leaned forward and kissed me. It was the softest kiss that lasted barely a second.

“You want to fuck me right here, Jay? On the park bench?” Nadine said, staring right at me.

Holy fuck! I thought.

She grinned.

“Because that isn't going to happen,” she said.

She leaned closer to me, our lips an inch apart:

“I'm staying in town. My hotel is in Paddington. Are you free tonight?”

---

I watched as the Uber pulled away. The THC was no longer an ally. I needed to think, and I couldn't.

I looked at my phone and saw additional notifications that I skimmed.

I saw "Karen" and opened it immediately.

Oh fuck. She's wearing the dress, I thought.

I should have been at the restaurant by now. Instead, I was walking into a shop, purchasing cigarettes and a lighter.

Sitting at a nearby bus stop, I smoked one, then another, before I opened my phone and composed a message:

“Sorry, honey, something's come up at work. Promise, I will make it up to you.”

---

I was stood outside a wooden door with the number 14 on it.

It was now or never - I thought

I knocked, and Nadine opened it. She was wearing a plain white t-shirt and a pair of gray flannel running shorts. I marvelled at how such a simple set of clothes could make a woman so desirable. My cock had been in a state of almost permanent erection pretty much the whole day, and, as she turned her back on me to walk into the room, the sight of her voluminous backside, the undercheeks of which were barely restrained by the running shorts, started the cycle all over again.

This time was different, though. This time, we were alone. Inside alone. I reached out and grabbed her ass. It was every bit as good as I had always fantasised. My cock was straining, and she felt this the instant she backed her ass into me.

She turned to face me.

I kissed her.

She tore at my belt, and my jeans soon fell around my ankles.

She pulled away slightly from my embrace and wrapped her hand around my aching cock.

She looked at me and slowly jerked it.

“Relax, baby," she said.

But I couldn't. It all felt too much. I was on a hair trigger. She took her hand off my cock and raised her hands above her head.

“Help me, Jay?” she asked.

I grabbed the base of her t-shirt and pulled it up. Her naked breasts appeared. I was transfixed. The nights I had spent imagining what they looked like had done them no justice at all. I removed the shirt over her head and outstretched arms and dropped it on the floor. Her hands then returned to my cock as she stared deep into my eyes and jerked it.

“It's ok, Jay. Let it go,” she said.

I looked at her face. Her breasts. My pulse jacked, and I let out a large sigh.

Nadine smiled and jerked me faster.

I couldn't hold it back. It was just too much. I looked at her beautiful face and felt a huge weight lift from me. Followed by another immediately after.

My legs shook involuntarily, and she giggled.

“Wow! You had a lot on your mind, Jay!" Nadine said as she slid her hand over my cum soaked cock.

I couldn't talk.

I was terrified my alarm clock was going to go off at any minute; that this was all a dream. A very messy dream.

I looked down. The white t-shirt on the floor had taken the brunt of it. I also seemed to have hit Nadine's thigh. My cum slowly made its way down her toned leg.

She walked to me and kissed me.

“Allez,” she whispered as she walked past me and into the bathroom.

I grabbed a bottle of water and drank its entire contents. My shoes were still on, and my jeans were reminiscent of leg shackles.

I heard a cubicle door opening and the sound of a shower running, and quickly removed my clothes and made my way to the bathroom.

It was already steamy, with lots of glass to perhaps make the room look bigger than it was. But it also allowed me to view this goddess from multiple angles. She stood in the shower, facing me. Beads of water dripped down her naked body.

"You are so fucking beautiful," I said without even realising I had.

She smiled and turned her back on me.

"Come wash my back for me," she said.

I entered the shower, uncapped a soap of some kind and began rubbing her neck, shoulders and back. The lather greased her skin and fell downward toward that peach of an ass. For a second, I stared at it.

'Younger me would be so proud right now,' I thought.

I got more soap and dedicated that to just her ass, and slid my hands underneath her arms and used the excess on her breasts.

She turned, and we kissed. I felt her hands searching out my cock, and she moaned as she discovered I was at least semi-erect again. She looked up at me.

"Don't come so fast this time around, ok?" she said, and dropped to her knees.

The water cascaded over me. It was the perfect temperature as well. I was watching my cock being expertly sucked by Nadine. Those lips, the ones I used to masturbate just thinking about kissing, were now sliding up and down my cock.

I wanted to fuck her so bad, but no matter how I looked at it, the shower we were in was just not big enough.

I gently tugged at her hair, she looked up at me, and for a second, those beautiful eyes stared into mine, her lips halfway down my cock, it's an image I will never forget.

"Baby, let's go to the bedroom," I said.

We didn't even bother with towels or robes, just straight out of the shower and onto the top sheet of the bed.

I fell on top of her and moved my body between her legs to part them, taking my cock in my hand and guiding its head toward her pussy.

I couldn't stop kissing her lips, her neck. Her pussy felt like it had been designed for my cock. Every single stroke felt better than the previous one.

She began speaking French. I didn't know what she was saying, but she wrapped her legs around me and pushed against me. I fucked her harder, she bit down on my lip, hard and then my ear even harder, I almost yelped, but I couldn't stop. She yelled out.

I slowed and looked down at her. She was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling with each movement of her ribcage. Her eyes closed, then opened, met mine, and she smiled.

"Come lie down," she said.

I withdrew from her and lay on the bed.

She moved around and sat on my lap, her legs parted by my torso, reached down, took my cock in her hand and guided it into her pussy.

She moaned and her back arched as she dropped herself onto me.

All I could do was stare at her; her face, her breasts, her flawless skin.

She smiled, bit her lip and began to ride me.

I thought of younger me and watched the first girl I ever truly loved ride my cock. I didn't want it to end, but it had to.

I began to match her movements.

"Fuck, Nadine, I'm cumming," I said.

I expected her to jump off me, but she didn't; she just rode me harder, and I emptied a huge load into her.

I honestly felt as if I was going to pass out. She lay on top of me and nuzzled my neck. Her mop of black hair was strewn across my face and chest.

I kissed the top of her head and lay there. The moment felt perfect. I couldn't quite believe that I had just fucked Nadine.

----

The room was pitch black. I reached over to find a light switch of some kind. A low-level bedside lamp sparked into life. I turned to look at Nadine sleeping. She'd never looked more beautiful.

I got out of bed, wandered to the mini fridge, and grabbed another bottle of water. I sat in the desk chair and fished through my jeans pockets for my phone.

It was 2:58 AM.

No message from Karen.

'Fuck. What have I done?' I thought.

I didn't regret it, at least not at that point; that would come later.

I sent a message to my EA:

"First thing, I need you to arrange the biggest bouquet you can source to be delivered to Karen. It needs to be there ASAP - cost is no issue."

I looked out the window and saw the hotel reception light still on. I dressed quickly and found Nadine's cigarettes and lighter. I took the room key out of the holder by the door and slowly let myself out. I needed to think.

I passed the reception. It was empty, save for a lone cleaner with a trolley. Attached, a small radio that was playing my song.

I smiled as I walked into the cold morning and realised I would never be able to hear it the same way again.