I was lying in bed this morning, daydreaming. It was cold and I didn't want to get out of bed. An erotic night in London, fifty-odd years ago, popped into my mind, and as I got my memories of the night in order, I felt the need to write about it. So I dragged my sorry ass out of bed and searched out an old diary from those days. I was pretty sure it had a reference to the evening in it.

I always had the best intentions when I started a diary. But they never lasted. This one had only about thirty entries, mainly at the beginning. But I found what I was looking for.

March 8th 1970.

Kerry and I went to the Devonshire Arms last night with the girls. Kerry and I scored some flatmates. This morning, we went to Petticoat Lane, but the girls we picked up did not come with us. Alison got off at Green Park, and when we dropped Paige and her flatmate off at Leicester Square, I made a terrible faux pas, which Fi gave me shit about. Had a really fabulous night.

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The reference to having a fabulous night was my code for having gotten my end away. The girls I refer to were my flatmates: Diane, Lesley, and Fiona. If you have read my story, 'The Red Dress', you will know I shared a flat in South Kensington with Kerry and the three girls. The flat was on the second floor of what had once been a terraced house, like you see in 'Upstairs Downstairs'. Our floor must have once been the floor that had the owners' bedrooms. The two front bedrooms had been left as they were, the smaller third bedroom had been converted into a kitchen, and the bathroom had been left as the original would have been, with the addition of a washing machine and dryer.

Kerry's and my bedroom was huge, around 14' x 20', or maybe even larger. My bed was on the back wall, just inside the door. Kerry's bed was positioned on the side wall, adjacent to the huge doors that opened onto a balcony. Diane, Lesley and Fiona shared a similarly-sized bedroom next door.

On that winter's night in March, we had all walked to the Devonshire Arms after dinner. There was a local pub that was much closer, but the clientele was primarily old farts, whereas the Devonshire Arms was more trendy and attracted a much younger crowd. 

We ordered drinks and began to survey the bar. I saw a group of seven or eight girls standing over by the far wall, who looked promising. But they looked young. However, Kerry had his eye on one of the girls and pointed out that he had seen them showing their driver's licenses to get drinks, so they had to be over eighteen. One girl stood out to me. She was blonde and beautiful. But believing she was several leagues above my pay grade, I did not fancy crossing the bar to get soundly rejected. Kerry, though, was keen, saying that the redheaded girl was giving him the eye, and urged me to come with him. I thought, what the fuck, in for a penny, in for a pound, and followed Kerry across the bar.

Stomach doing somersaults, I introduced myself to the blonde. She gave me a condescending smile and said her name was Paige. It was very obvious she got hit on a lot and was wary of smooth-talking, lascivious bastards like me. I knew I would have my work cut out for me, but when did that ever stop me?

When she found out I was from New Zealand, Paige mellowed and began to ask me about what I did, as well as lots of questions about my life back home. During our conversation, one of the girls from the other end of the group came and stood by us. She was an attractive brunette, not in Paige's class, but petite and with a perfect slender figure. Anyone who has read some of my other works will know that I have a particular fondness for pretty, petite ladies.

I smiled and introduced myself, trying not to make it too apparent that I was interested, so as not to upset Paige. But I had a well-honed sense of when I stood no chance. It was already obvious to me that Paige would be keeping her legs clamped tightly together that night.

I noticed that Alison didn't have a drink. And that Paige had almost finished hers. So I turned back to Paige and asked if she wanted another. As she nodded her head and handed me her glass, Alison pulled a pound note from her purse and asked me to get her one too, saying she had forgotten her driver's license and the barman wouldn't serve her.

I pushed her hand holding the pound away, and said I'd get them, "You can pay for a round later if you want." Then I had second thoughts. She looked much younger than the others. "You are eighteen, though?"

"Of course. Had my eighteenth two months ago. Eighth January, nineteen fifty-two," she answered back.

So I headed to the bar and got a couple of Baby Champs for the girls and another beer for myself.

I found it interesting that when I returned with the drinks and began to strike up a conversation with Alison, Paige became much more interested in me. She took hold of my arm and began introducing me to some of her friends. But, as mind-blowing as it was having the most beautiful woman in the bar taking an interest in me, let's face it, I was twenty-two and much more interested in getting my end away than having a platonic relationship with a beautiful woman. Still, it was quite a dilemma. Having Paige take an interest in me was almost as good as sex.

As soon as Paige had finished showing me off to her friends, I turned back to Alison and asked if she was at University as well. Apart from a couple of nurses, the other girls were all at University.

"Yes," Alison mumbled. Then, more confidently, she added, "But my parents are well off. I don't need to work."

I should have picked up on this, as she was dressed in way more expensive clothes than the others. Anyway, I kept dividing my attention between the two young women and revelling in the fact that Paige was showing a lot more interest in me, as I took an interest in Alison.

It turned into a great night. Our flatmates came over and joined us. I was on form, entertaining everyone with stories and risqué jokes. I wound up giving most of my attention to Paige, as she was confident and open, whereas Alison was difficult to get anything other than one-word answers from. I don't think Alison said more than twenty words all evening, and she had difficulty looking anyone in the eye.

As the night grew longer, a couple of the girls left with guys they had met. And just before 11:00 pm, Paige's flatmate, Jill - the girl Kerry had latched onto - came over and told Paige that the rest of their gang were leaving shortly to catch the last tube, but that she was staying the night with Kerry. At that, Paige looked to me expectantly.

Surprised, I responded, "You're welcome to stay. Our place is just a fifteen-minute walk away. I only have a single bed, though."

Paige looked at her watch, "I'll have to, as unless I sprint, I'm likely to miss the last tube."

But she looked me in the eye and made me promise to behave, saying that she never puts it out on a first date. That didn't worry me. Just having this attractive blonde in bed with me for the night was as good as winning the lottery.

At 11:00, they called last drinks. As we made moves to leave, I realised that Alison was still with us. I asked her if she was alright, and she responded by asking, "Can I also stay as I've missed my last tube?"

"Sure," I whispered. "We have an airbed we use for guests that I can set up for you."

The walk back to the flat was an interesting experience. I had Paige on one arm and Alison on the other. Paige was again demanding all my attention, obviously a little peeved at my asking Alison to stay. 

Back at the flat, we had to wait while Fi, Di, and Lesley used the bathroom. Once they were in their bedroom and the door was closed, we showed our newfound friends the bathroom, and Kerry and I blew up the double airbed. I laid the airbed alongside my bed and unzipped Kerry's and my sleeping bags for Alison. The only free space in the bedroom was beside the beds. So I placed the mattress alongside my bed.

We were all a little tipsy. Even so, I was surprised when Paige eased out of her dress and, wearing nothing but a lacy, black bra and panties, climbed to the far side of my single bed. I stripped to my boxers and got another surprise as Alison also stripped out of her gear, beside me, and also in bra and panties, slid under the sleeping bag. Seeing that Kerry was already in a deep embrace under the covers with Jill, I felt a twinge of envy at the fact that he was probably going to score, and I wasn't.

The night was full of surprises. When I climbed into bed, Paige drew me into an embrace and responded with great passion. Soon, we were kissing, and I let my hands wander. Paige let me feel her tits, but only from outside her bra. She fought all my attempts to get under it. And when I moved my other hand lower, she broke our kiss and warned me that I had promised to behave.

Then, bang in the middle of a successful grope of her magnificent globes, I felt hands urging me to lift my butt. Eagerly complying, my boxers were slid down below my knees, and a hand grabbed my rigid shaft. I broke the kiss and snapped my head around to see Alison on her knees beside the bed, holding onto my willie.

Wondering what had diverted my attention, Paige also looked over me. Seeing what was happening, she grabbed my head and pulled me back to kiss her. This time her kiss was much more passionate and demanding. It seemed like there was suddenly a contest, and I was just the poor, lucky bastard caught in the middle. I let out a sigh as Alison began to stroke my shaft, then an even bigger groan when she began sucking my knob into her tiny mouth.

Paige glanced down to see why I was moaning, and, somewhat shocked, resumed trying to swallow my tongue. Then she broke away and wriggled down and out of the bottom of the bed. I thought she was going to do a runner, and I panicked, knowing I needed to be a gentleman and stop her, but not wanting to move and miss out on what Alison was doing to me.

I needn't have worried, Paige stood, unclasped her bra, threw it on her dress, then sexily slid her panties down her legs and crawled back on top of me. She rather roughly pushed Alison aside and straddled my hips.

Hallelujah! I'd struck gold. Leonard Cohen's song "Hallelujah" was ringing in my head, especially the line about being overthrown by her beauty and the moonlight. I was reminded of this as Kerry and I seldom closed the shutters in our bedroom, and the moonlight and streetlights were filling our room with a cool glow. In the diffused light, I had the incredible vision of the stunning young Paige lining herself up on my todger. Fuck, I wanted to yell my joy to the whole of South Kensington, but I bit my lip and kept quiet, scared that anything I did was likely to break the spell and I'd wake up next to a couple of pumpkins.

Again. I needn't have worried, Paige eased herself onto me, complaining that I was too big. Now, I'm ever-so-slightly on the bigger side of average, but it's no eight-inch monster. Still, it certainly strokes one's ego to have a girl complaining that you're too big.

Having eased every last inch into her, Paige went to town. I looked to my right to see if Kerry was watching, sure that he would have been, but all I could see was his duvet humping up and down. The lucky bastard was also getting his end away. I looked to my right; Alison was sitting on her haunches, looking quite forlorn. I felt sorry for her, and almost pushed Paige away to comfort her… No, I didn't, but it did make me sad to see her so dejected. So I reached down and took her hand, then drew her up to me for a kiss.

Alison responded like a hungry fox, attacking me with real passion. Paige must have opened her eyes and seen this, as her hips went into overdrive and she pulled one of my hands onto her breast. I reached over with my free hand and fondled Alison. She immediately drew away, reached behind herself, unclasped her bra and tossed it away. I now had access to two very different-shaped tits. Alison was not anywhere as large as Paige, but they were firm, perky little nubs with rock-hard nipples that turned me on immensely.

I lasted much longer than I expected. Must have been the belly full of beer. Paige came in a rush, bringing me off also. She slumped down beside me, pushed Alison aside and began kissing me. I wondered if there would be a fight. But Alison was so timid, she just lay back down on the airbed and watched us. Within minutes, Paige was asleep, and I must have quickly followed her, as I woke sometime later, to find that Paige had sprawled out and that I was almost falling out of bed.

I put my hand down onto the airbed to keep from falling out, and instantly, my hand was gripped tightly. When I opened my eyes, I saw that Alison was awake and looking at me expectantly. She moved to the far edge of the mattress, offering me room. I quietly slid out of bed and under the sleeping bag cover she was holding up for me. She pulled me to her for a kiss, then sat up and removed her panties. Leaving me in no doubt that she wanted more than just a kiss.

I was a bit hesitant. It didn't seem proper to sleep with Alison when I had just slept with Paige. Especially when Paige was only a couple of feet away. But Alison dragged my hand down between her legs, and all my good intentions disappeared. I inserted a finger and frigged her for a bit, but when I attempted to shove two fingers in, she asked me to be gentle, as it was her first time. I felt a swelling of tenderness for her and took things slow. But funnily enough, the two fingers slid in easily, and when we began to fuck, she had no problems accepting my engorged shaft. Making me question whether it really was her first time. But subsequent events that night convinced me it was.

Luckily, when I have been drinking, and if I'm lucky enough to get seconds, I find it hard to climax. Because it took quite a while before Alison started to show signs of an orgasm. But eventually, with a lot of effort, she did have one, I think, as she was very quiet about it.

We fell asleep and didn't wake until Paige stood on me as she got out of bed to use the toilet. I'm guessing it was around 4:00 am, and when she returned, she lay down beside me on the airbed and made signs that she was keen for more attention. I excused myself, as I also needed to use the toilet. Alison followed me, and I let her go first. She was a bit shy, but let me watch her pee. Funnily enough, I found that very arousing and followed her back to the bedroom with a massive hard-on, pointing the way.

Alison made me get under the covers first, placing me next to Paige, who tried to pull me on top of her. I resisted. I'd never been with two women before. It went very much against my nature. I don't think I even heard the term threesome for years after this, and it just didn't seem right.

However, Alison rolled against me and, using her hands, urged me to get on top of Paige. Sensing my reluctance, Paige opened her legs, reached down and grabbed my old fella, so much for her resolve about not sleeping with a guy on a first date. I gave up all resistance. If neither of them had any misgivings, why should I? 

I have to admit to a feeling of awe at the fact that Paige was way out of my league, not that I'm an ugly bastard. Far from it, I often get comments about my physique and appearance. I'd had plenty of attractive chicks, but in my eyes, Paige was a cut above. So as she guided Roger in between her legs and he sank into her sizzling tunnel, I felt anxious about my cumming too fast.

Paige bucked her hips, giving me the impression that she wanted it hard. So I hammered into her, and was pleasantly surprised when she whispered in my ear - "harder!" Fuck me, that got me going. I began thrusting into her hard while trying to think mundane, unexciting thoughts to stop from coming. Funnily enough, I realised I was okay, although the booze had worn off, the fact that I had already emptied my sack that night seemed to have knocked my libido for a six. 

Then Paige moaned and squirmed uncomfortably under me. I'd felt Alison's hand slide over my arse and then slide down under my balls. She was leaning half on top of me. And thinking Paige's discomfort was from my lying on Paige too heavily, I lifted to give her some relief.

But Paige clung on and whispered in my ear, "She's touching me."

I lifted and had a look. Alison had been fingering Paige's bum, which is what Paige had freaked out about, but now Alison pushed her hand between us and found Paige's clit.

Paige let out a tortured wail and whipped a hand down to stop her. I grabbed Paige's hand and whispered in her ear that it was fucking erotic. Realised I was okay with what Alison was doing, Paige relaxed a little and pulled my head down for a kiss. I kissed for a minute, then broke away, wanting to watch, as this was the first time I'd seen a woman touch another.

Paige was soon moaning and writhing around, telling us she was going to cum. I pushed up to the full extent my arms would let me, and probably let out a few groans myself as I watched Alison frigging away on Paige's snatch. She still had a hand behind my arse and was pushing me down hard each time I thrust.

I was all too much for Paige. As she came, she let out a wail that I thought would wake the street. I dropped down on top of her and covered her mouth with mine in an attempt to silence her. I panicked, thinking she was going to wake half the street, let alone my flatmates in the room next door, who had been giving me shit about bringing women home all the time.

My attempts to quieten Paige during her violent climax had stopped me from coming. But I was still hard. So when Alison began urging me off Paige, I eagerly rolled over to her. Alison grabbed my cock and squealed in delight when she found it covered in copious amounts of Paige's juices. When she moved her hand to her mouth and sucked some of the mess off my hand, I nearly came. Fuck that was erotic.

Alison made no secret about the fact that she wanted me. And I crawled on top, sank old Roger home. Things quickly became very steamy. She opened her legs wide and fucked me just as hard as I was hammering into her. In the midst of it all, I felt a hand urging me to lift. When I opened my eyes, I found that Paige was up on one elbow, watching. I lifted onto my elbows to let her watch my thrusting cock. Then a dirty thought popped into my head, and I grabbed Paige's free hand and tried to get her to play with Alison. But she wouldn't have a bar of that, and made it clear she just wanted to watch.

Alison had taken note of Paige's interest and began to whimper and squirm. She moved a hand down and began frigging herself. I didn't last very long. It was all far too exciting. Alison got herself off within minutes of my climaxing. And this time, she was much noisier, and I was in no doubt that she had orgasmed this time. Again, I had to kiss her to try to keep the noise down. But we all looked up when we heard Jill orgasming on the other side of the room. I shut my eyes and listened to the end of Kerry and Jill's lovemaking. Before I knew it, I had drifted back to sleep.

I woke first. It was daylight, and I got up to put the kettle on and lay out the cereals, etc., for breakfast. Fiona was the first to join me and gave me shit about all the noise we had made during the night. It was amusing, as she had heard Paige say she would not sleep with me, and when we got back to the flat, she commented that Paige did not know who she was getting into bed with. Which I had thought was very unfair, as I always respected a girl's wishes. As the other girls joined us, I had to endure some knowing looks and jibes. A sheepish Kerry arrived with Jill, Paige, and Alison soon after. Both Paige and Alison were looking very sheepish in the light of day. And I was struggling with how to act around them, especially with Paige.

At around 9:30, we were all ready to leave and catch the tube to visit the market at Petticoat Lane. Paige informed me they would come as far as Leicester Square, where they would change to go back to their flat. But after two stops, at Green Park tube station, Alison stood and informed us she was getting off. I stood and walked her to the doors. I asked if I could see her again. 

She turned and gave me a lovely kiss, then replied, "I think I will be grounded for a month or two. My parents will have found me missing by now. I climbed out of my bedroom window to come to the pub."

Then she thanked me profusely, gave me another quick peck on the lips and walked away.

A little dejected, I joined the others. I gave Paige a querulous look and asked, "I thought Alison flatted with you guys?"

"No!" Both she and Jill exclaimed. We've never seen her before. We thought she must have known you guys."

My flatmates all gave me incredulous looks, and I knew I was in for a lot more shit from them. But who cares, I'd had the most incredible night.

A couple of stops later, we pulled into Leicester Square, and Paige and Jill got up to leave. Kerry and I walked out onto the platform with them and kissed them goodbye. Paige looked awkwardly at me. Probably expecting me to ask for her number, I blurted out, "Thanks for having me."

I tried to stop myself mid-sentence, but couldn't. Fiona was in the doorway, waving goodbye to them, and heard my farewell. She gave me an incredulous look and berated me. Fi was like my older sister and often pulled me up on stuff I did. This time was no exception. She didn't need to tell me I was an idiot. I knew that, but it didn't stop her from giving me shit, and she reminded me of that faux pas for weeks, even years afterwards.

Alison and Paige join a long list of lovers that I would love to meet again, and ask about their version of the evening. Especially Alison, I'd love to know what happened when she got home, and how her life turned out. She had a much bigger effect on me than Paige. But I never saw either of them again, although I did longingly search the Devonshire Arms every time we returned there.