She Rocked Me

"Well I like you too, Connie. Now I'm not sure how to deal with all this but I do like you and I'm not going anywhere. Why don't we go somewhere and have a coffee or something and you can take your time to tell me everything at your own pace."

Seeing that I really wasn't going to run away, Connie seemed to perk up and remarked, "What, just a coffee? I tell you my deepest secret and all I get is a coffee?"

I was confused but Connie now seemed amused. She smiled that wry smile of hers and told we could go back to her place. "So long as you promise to be a gentleman!" she remarked.

That was a surprise. Now I was off-balance. Connie still looked every inch the beautiful and slender girl I had fancied that first day in Old Compton Street, yet now I knew that as she walked beside me she also had the same bits between her legs that did. Was I a bad guy for thinking like that? Could I really keep dating her, even though she wasn't a 'real woman'. What would my friends say if they found out?

Connie saw that I wasn't paying attention to her so caught hold of my arm and pulled herself closer to me. The instant she did this I caught a whiff of her perfume, felt her soft breasts press against my arm and all my concerns seemed to melt away. Her voice rose and fell like a melody in my ears and her girlish mannerisms melted my heart. What could I say? She really did rock me.

A short trip on the Jubilee Line took us to Connie's flat in South Harrow. A charming two bedroom place adorned with bare wooden floors, film posters and lots of photos of Connie and her family and friends. Connie showed me around and then pottered about making coffee as I scanned her music and DVD collection.

We chatted idly until she came back into her lounge and sat opposite me on an easy chair. I took a sip from the cup she handed me and was surprised. "Irish coffee?"

She laughed and said, "Well at least I've given you some alcohol. You would have palmed me off with just coffee!"