The pub was crowded and noisy. When I got back with the drinks, she wasn’t there. I raised my eyes in question at Trish as I sat down, but she just shrugged. Quin looked just as mystified.

We chit-chatted as we sipped our cocktails – not easy with all the boisterousness going on around us. And each of us separately wondered where my girlfriend had got to that was taking her so long.  

Several lengthy minutes later, face flushed and grinning broadly, Mandy bounced back into her seat.

“Miss me?” she asked with a cheeky smirk.

I nodded warily, disconcerted by her jauntiness.

She moved closer, putting her lips next to my ear.

“Got a present for you,” she purred. And she leaned over and kissed me, shamelessly thrusting her tongue into my mouth in front of our friends. I instantly froze, confusion flooding over me, followed by awareness and astonishment in rapid succession.

It was like a kick in the gut; stunned, I had absolutely no doubt about what my senses were telling me – the taste, the texture, the heady aroma; sweet and salty with just a hint of an adulterous, creamy fizz.

It was inconceivable! Her kiss held everything forbidden, everything delinquent and unimaginable…

And yet here I was, doing much more than simply imagining it.

I think I might have moaned. Indifferent to the widening stares of Quin and Trish – and, if truth be told, many others in the pub – Mandy’s fingers stroked the sudden bulge in my jeans.

In moments of inebriated passion, she’d talked light-heartedly about this fantasy of hers. I’d laughed and pretended to be amused by her joke.

But I’d also been bewildered by how aroused her duplicitous vision had made me.

Unfortunately, Mandy gleefully noticed how the thought turned me on, and subsequently took a sly delight in threatening to fulfil her desire – each time teasing me with her words as she watched my unconscious reaction; a stiffening that, for some reason, I could not control.

Despite her mischievous teasing, though, I hadn’t for one second thought she’d actually carry out her threat.

But she had. She’d finally done it. Somehow, here in this pub she’d…

Blown someone. Admit it – she’d sucked someone off. Who? Where? Did she know him? Did I know him? Was it a friend of mine, or a complete stranger? And which was better – or worse?

And just what exactly should I be thinking about this? Should I be mad?

The thing was, what I really felt was – and I wasn’t sure how exactly to process this – was excitement…

I looked around and saw several people grinning at me. Did they know?

“Your very own creamy cocktail treat,” she giggled into my ear. “I hope you’re enjoying it as much as I did?”

Her wicked fingers already knew the answer…