I'd had enough! Jim and I had argued too many times recently and I had decided I needed some fun. That's why I'd got the girls together and insisted they take me on a night out. It was also why I was now putting the finishing touches to my make up in front of my full length mirror. I could see myself reflected - cream leather mini-skirt, my new soft leather knee length boots and a stretchy vest top under which you could just make out my new satin plunge bra. I was ready to go and I was determined to enjoy myself.

By the time I got to Debbie's house, the wine was already flowing and the girls were giggling over a dirty magazine that Jo had brought with her.

"Look at the tits on this girl", cackled Joy, a vision in black pvc, perfectly complementing her dusky skin and tall slim figure.

"They're never real", yelled Donna. "Anyone can have boobs like that if they pay for them!"

A wine box or two later, and the cab arrived to take us to town. We hadn't done this for a while, not since Debbie had had her first kid and Jo had just got her third off to school. I'd moved in with Jim about a year before, and we'd all settled into relatively quiet domesticity. Apart from Joy that is - the most stunning black girl you are ever likely to see. Joy had a succession of handsome, black, rich boyfriends who she picked up and dropped on a whim! I think we all secretly wished we could be her, yet she would bemoan endlessly the fact that there was no long term partner marterial out there for her!

We decided to head for Spikes - a wine bar which didn't normally attract the real young people on a night out, but still had a good atmosphere. We ordered two bottles of wine and settled ourselves into a booth.

"So, who's the latest then, Joy?" asked Jo.

"It's just cos your life's so boring, you have to live through Joy, don't you?" I laughed.

"I make no excuses for that", Jo said, looking serious. "But although I wouldn't swap Jez and the kids for the world, sometimes, well you know… I feel like I'm missing out".

Debbie nodded, "I know what you mean. Little Josh, well, he's just wonderful, but I feel sometimes like I'm turning into a nappy changer and cook for the men in my life".

"Well," I announced. "I haven't even got to that stage yet and I'm bored already. Let's go somewhere to have some fun!"

We got up to go, but somewhere out of the corner of my eye, I became conscious of someone looking at me. I turned ever so slightly and caught my breath sharply. It was a girl, quite boyish with short, but overgrown hair. She was wearing a little denim halterneck and she looked quite flat-chested but there was an expanse of tummy between her top and her very very low slung jeans. Her tummy was flat and she looked small, but she also had a defiant air about her. We locked eyes, just for a second before I got swept up in the group and led outside.

I shrugged off the image of the girl in the bar as we walked into Bennies, a bar stroke club which stayed opened later than the pubs. I'd never been attracted to women so I could only imagine that it was because she had such a boyish air about her that I'd noticed her.

Over the next couple of hours, we had far too much to drink and ended up giggling over some guy who wouldn't leave Donna alone. She was tempted too, although had recently agreed to move in with her long term boyfriend, so you could tell she was trying to be well behaved.

Surprise, surprise, Joy had hooked up with a very handsome black guy who had to be ten years younger than her, but he was being very attentive and buying her lots of drinks so she seemed happy enough.

Debbie and Jo had already begun to fret about the kids, so Debbie called a taxi for both of them. Donna was deciding whether or not to go with them when I again had an eerie feeling that someone was watching me. Turning, I saw the same boyish girl who had been in Spikes. She was leaning against the door staring intently at me. Again, I momentarily caught her eye and was shocked at the jolt I got through my body.

"Listen girls", I said, "I've got to get out of here. I think I may have drunk too quickly. I'm going to take a slow walk back home, ok?"

I was lying, and I wasn't sure why that was, but something was telling me to leave that bar on my own.

"Are you sure you'll be ok?" Donna asked.

I managed to placate them, insisting that my house was only a 10 minute walk and I started to leave. I had to walk straight past the girl, so I made a point of not looking at her until I was just walking out of the door. I turned my head slightly on the way out and caught her eye as I left.

What on earth was wrong with me, I asked myself. That was a deliberate flirt - with a girl? I walked a little way down the road, and couldn't stop myself from turning round. Was she following? I was disappointed to see that she wasn't. Carrying on a little way further, I heard a car coming up behind me. It was always the same in town - you couldn't walk anywhere on a Friday night without sleazeballs trying to pull you.

I heard a small, but quite husky voice saying "Excuse me" and turned around to see the most beaten up mini with the girl in the drivers seat.

"Can we have a drink?" she said.

Without speaking I opened the passenger door and got in. The girl began driving.

"I'm Annie", she said.

"I'm Den".

"What a lovely name", she said and I got a brief flash of a smile.

"Where are we going?" I asked, although I already knew.

"Back to my flat. I've got wine, vodka - whatever you like".

I was more excited than I'd ever been in my life. What an earth was I doing? But close up Annie looked even better. She was a little bit older than I'd originally thought, but she had small features and the naughtiest eyes in the world. She also had the cutest figure - really small perky tits and narrow hips.

The mini ground to a halt outside a block of flats and we got out. Nothing was said as I followed her up the stairs. Inside the flat was nicer than it looked from the outside. A big living room with gorgeous cream leather sofas and a massive tv led onto a kitchen/diner which was all blue and white tiles and paint and spotlessly clean.

She came back into the lounge with two huge glasses of wine. "I'm sorry," she said, "I don't normally do this. It's just that I saw you in Spikes and I just thought you looked drop dead sexy and I just knew I wanted to see you again".

"Are you…."

"Gay?" she finished my sentence for me. "Out and out", she said with a wink. "Sit down"

I obliged and put my drink down on a glass coffee table by the side of me. She sat down next to me and turned towards me.

"So why did you come back here? I know you're not a dyke".

"I don't know," I said. "I just thought…"

"Thought I was really attractive?"

"Yes"

I was getting more and more turned on and the thought of her kissing me was making me wet like you wouldn't believe.

She leaned towards me and I could feel her breath on me.

"I thought you were gorgeous too Den, I couldn’t take my eyes off you. I could imagine you lying back on this sofa and pushing your skirt up and stroking your soft brown legs and sliding my fingers up until I could feel your satin undies … and then gently stroking your clit until I could feel how wet you were for me".

I couldn't stand it any more. I leaned forward until our lips were touching and gently let my tongue dart around her lips. She moaned very very gently and, gaining confidence, I pushed a little harder, making sure my tongue slowly worked its way into her mouth. I could feel her sharp little teeth and her warm breath as I held onto her waist. I was dying to see this girl naked.

Her hand was playing on my thigh and I could feel a melting sensation in the pit of my belly and below. I could barely wait for her to touch me properly. She slid her hand up to the very edge of my thong and every nerve ending I had was crying out for her to slip her finger inside. She didn't though, instead working her finger around the whole of me, pushing slightly when she felt my clit. I was completely mesmerised by this girl who stared intently at me when we weren't kissing.

Reaching back, she unclasped her top and it fell aside. I took a moment just to look. Her tits, although small, were completely pert and firm and her huge nipples were erect which just served to emphasis her flat stomach.

"Touch me", she murmured and I was only too willing to oblige. I tentatively touched her nipple and she moaned again. Bending, I couldn't wait to take it in my mouth and she fell back a little onto the sofa. With one succulent nipple in my mouth and my thumb playing against the other, we kissed until she pushed me up and led me wordlessly into her bedroom.

Standing, she unclasped my skirt and pushed it down to reveal lacy cream hold ups and a pink satin thong. She knelt in front of me and looked up at me and again our eyes met until she kissed my mound gently before slowly pushing the thin material of my panties aside. She leant forward and licked me all the way up, stopping at my clit and letting her tongue dart back and forth for a couple of seconds before repeating the action. My knees nearly buckled as she deftly removed her jeans revealing the tiniest G-string and the most gorgeous hips.

She moved towards the bed and leant over it, her gorgeous tiny ass sticking up as she posed provocatively at me.

"Lick me. I'm dying for you".

I couldn't believe I fancied this girl so much. I couldn't wait to taste her. Stepping out of my skirt and removing my vest top, so that I was just wearing my plunge bra and thong, I knelt behind her. I could see the outline of her lips straining at her moist G-string and as I bent I could smell her musky scent. Her back arched and her cunt seemed to beckon me in.

I pulled the material of her tiny knickers aside and looked. It was beautiful. Full shaven lips and a tiny little clit piercing. I leaned towards her and took my first taste. She juddered as I put my tongue completely inside her and flicked around her clit. I couldn't get enough of her, and she was losing herself in what I was doing. She was moving around so much I had to hold onto her hips in order to carry on. I felt rather than heard her orgasm. Her cunt pulsed against my tongue and I alternated between her hole and her clit as she shuddered to a halt.

"Oh my god" she said falling back onto the bed. "Are you sure you've never done this before?".

"Never", I said licking my lips, "Although I can't be sure I won't do it again".

"You must. It would be a dreadful waste if you didn't", she said with a little grin. Naked, she walked through to pick the wine up and bring it into the bedroom.

"Lie down, I want to look at you", she said. A bit self consciously, I lay down on the bed.

"Take your bra off". I flicked the front fastening and my bra fell to either side leaving my breasts exposed. My nipples were painfully erect I was so turned on. Annie stood by the side of the bed, looking at me.

"You are so fucking sexy", she said, stroking my leg. "Just lie there and enjoy it, Den".

Her hands were moving up my legs and I could feel my panties pressing against my clitoris. Every sensation was heightened, every square inch of me felt so sensitive, I was almost trembling. Her hands moved up my body and so, so gently touched both nipples at the same time. I felt a jolt run through me and she looked square at me, before moving down to push my knickers down.

Kneeling between my legs I felt the first touch of her tongue against my clit and melted against her. Reaching up, she continued swirling her tongue against me, but at the same time made contact with both my nipples. It was complete ecstasy - I felt like my three most sensitive zones were joined together in a triangle of sensation. I began moving against her hands - the gentleness was excruciating but she refused to increase the pressure.

When the orgasm came, it was unbelievable. It felt like it went on and on until I actually had to take hold of her hair and pull her away. I fell back on the pillow until I had caught my breath. Annie was resting her face against my thigh and I sat up and pulled her towards me.

"Unbelievable," I whispered. "That was fucking unbelievable". We kissed long and hard - for some reason, I felt sad, as though this was the end of something that could have been amazing.

"You don't have to tell me," Annie said, stroking my face. "You have a boyfriend, you're not really gay, this is the first time, you don't know what came over you".

I stared at her.

"I'm sorry". I didn't know what else to say.

"I'll call you a cab", she said, standing up and pulling on a long T-shirt.

Left alone in the quiet bedroom, I slowly got dressed and wondered quite how this had happened. I knew that this had been one of the most amazing experiences of my life however, and as I got into the cab and looked up at Annie silhouetted in the window, I knew that I'd never forget her as long as I lived.