1. Letting my guard down.

 

I was very happy, having just spent several hours with my work colleagues, celebrating my promotion. It was close to closing time and our group had dwindled to four. Tom, my best friend, Beth, my secretary and her friend Sally were preparing to leave. The girls had just disappeared into the crowd to visit the restroom, leaving me alone with Tom.

It was a while since I had been clubbing, so I was finding the electric atmosphere in the dancehall overwhelming but loving every minute of it. It was a 90s night, so I could identify every single track that boomed out of the speakers. I imagined Tom, who was my age, 38, felt the same way, but the younger ones had moaned, saying they preferred more modern music.

"Are you taking Beth home," I shouted, so Tom could hear me above 'All the small things'.

They were a pair, so I knew the answer to my question.

He gave me a sly look. "Sure, what about you and Sally?"

"Sally? Isn't she with Beth? I was expecting you to drop her home."

"No, Sally isn't with Beth. I thought she came with one of the other girls and when I saw you two chatting ..."

I tried to remember who she might have come with, but my brain was fuzzy and not functioning properly. She had been chatting with the other guys when the group was larger. She then migrated toward me when they left to go home. The attractive, petite blonde had an infectious personality and seemed interested in my job but hadn't pushed herself on me.

In fact, as I played our conversation back in my mind, it dawned on me that I had talked non-stop about myself and knew hardly anything about her.

"No ... no." I shook my head. "I can't imagine why she hasn't left with the friend she came with, besides, she's just a kid."

I guessed that she was in her late teens, maybe 20. Her slim and curvaceous body wouldn't look out of place on a catwalk and she was incredibly attractive. However, my mind was focused on getting home before my partner, Emma, who was a doctor at Queen Mary's Hospital in Chelsea.

"You've struck lucky mate. I can tell she fancies you and she's definitely old enough."

"Don't joke around, Tom. Maybe you should offer her a lift home."

Tom was a typical man's man and didn't seriously think I would take advantage of the youngster. He was sober and had a long way to drive, while my flat was a short tube ride away.

"I'll ask her when they ... speak of the devil."

I spun round on the stool just in time to see the girls emerging from the crowd.

Kelly approached Tom. "Are you ready?"

"Are we giving Sally a lift home?"

Kelly turned to the young woman. "Can we give you a lift home?"

She gave them a broad smile. "I can walk. I live on the other side of the park. Thanks for the offer though."

"You can't walk home dressed like that, Sally," I pointed out. "Especially across the park, at this time of night."

She looked down at her little red dress and shrugged her shoulders. "I'm decent and London is a safe place, so thanks, but no thanks."

"Ray will be a gentleman and walk you home, won't you?" Tom gave me a serious stare.

"Of course I will," I agreed, without hesitation.

"Good." Kelly exclaimed. "We've got to be going. My babysitter will be pulling her hair out if I don't get home before midnight.

I glanced at my watch - 11.05 - "You're cutting it fine."

"She'll cut us some slack," Kelly added, before leaning forward and kissing me on the cheek. "See you on Monday." They both said goodbye to Sally and then hurried away into the crowd.

"Have they got far to go?"

My eyes dropped to a green pendant hanging around Sally's neck and then returned to her crystal blue eyes. The pendant was an eye shaped stone set in a two-inch diameter gold ring, held there by a fine mesh. It was very distracting.

"Sally lives in Watford and Tom in Hemel Hempstead."

"Oh, don't they live together?" She placed her clutch bag on the bar beside her empty glass.

"No. Sally lost her husband in a car accident and Tom, er ... is taking care of her."

"I see," she said knowingly. "Let me buy you a final celebratory drink, Ray."

"Haven't you had enough?" I was being cheeky asking the question, because I was as merry as she was.

"No, I need a night cap."

"All right but let me buy it."

"No, I insist. Everyone else bought you one. Let me buy you your final drink."

"All right, if you insist. but I'm desperate for a pee. Keep my seat warm."

She nodded happily, so I set off through the throng, heading straight for the toilets. I found myself hurrying and only realized on the way back that I was worried she wouldn't be there; and that I had imagined her existence. It seemed as though Tom was right. She fancied me, which would have been great if I was single, but I wasn't. I considered myself, at 38, old enough to be her father, but she didn't seem bothered to be talking to an older man.

She was still there and had kept my seat at the bar, so I perched on it and took a sip of whisky. "Malt?" I asked.

"Only the finest, for you, Ray."

I couldn't help casting my eyes over her lovely body again. She was sitting on the stool with her legs slightly parted. Her dress was so short I could see the fancy tops of her hold-ups, a couple of inches of thigh and a slither of white panties. The dress was tight on her flat stomach and prominent breasts; and because she was wearing a thin bra I could easily make out the shape of her perky nipples.

Her oval face, long blonde hair, blue eyes and baby-doll lips singled her out as an exceptional beauty, while her high-pitched voice had a distinctive edge suggesting she had spent some time in East London. Despite that, she was the girl of my dreams - dreams I had 10 years ago!

I had a loving partner and had no intention of being unfaithful to her. However, it couldn't do any harm to chat with the girl over a drink and then make sure she got home safely. Emma, being a doctor, would understand that.

"So, who did you come with, tonight?"

There were over 100 members of staff from ATV at the club, some to celebrate my promotion and others enjoying their normal Friday night, end of week bash. I could probably recognise half of those who turned up, while all of them would know that I had just become the editor in chief of current affairs.

"Steve invited me along. I've met him here on a Friday night before."

"Is that Steve Duggan from current affairs?" I was testing her by making up a fictitious character.

"No, Steve Jacobs from sport. He's a bit of a tosser though, so I stayed when he left earlier."

I had no reason to disbelieve her, but I was curious to know what she was after. I had refereed to Emma being a doctor during the earlier conversation, so she knew I was in a relationship.

"So, what do you do?"

"I'm a student at the London Poly."

"What subject?"

"I'm in my first year of a business studies degree."

That meant she was most likely 19, or 20. She shifted her position and as she lifted a knee, her legs parted, revealing more of her white panties. Despite the booze, I was getting a hard on.

I took a gulp of whisky and decided to hurry proceedings before I did something I would regret all my life. She was a gorgeous girl, but I knew that having a fling with such an attractive young woman would cause a scandal and cost me my job and relationship with Emma. I downed the rest of my drink and shuddered when it burnt my throat.

"We have to go now, Sally. Do you want to finish your drink?"

She picked her glass up. "I have to say, Ray, that you're one of the nicest men I have ever met."

"You don't know me, Sally. I might be a monster in sheep's clothing."

She chuckled. "I hope not, because you've got to walk me home in the dark."

I was feeling the worse for wear. "Come on then. Do you have a jacket?"

"No, I came as I am." She clutched her bag, slipped off the stool and grabbed my arm, which I didn't mind, because I was feeling woozy.

After elbowing our way through the crowd and out of the main exit, we paused on the steps of the nightclub. I breathed the warm summer's air hoping it would clear my head, but it didn't have any effect. I hold my liquor well and my stomach felt fine, but I had a splitting headache and for the first time in my life, I couldn't put two coherent thoughts together.

 

2. A walk in the park.

 

In my fuzzy state the high steps looked treacherous, but Sally had a firm grip of my arm.

"Come on Ray, I know the way." I lurched forward. "Take it slowly," she warned.

I was quite happy to allow the young woman, who was half my age, to lead me across the road and down one of the many side streets that led to Bayswater Road and Hyde Park.

One question crystalized in my mind. "Where do you live?"

"Just on the other side of the park. A road off Kensington High Street." We had to wait for a green light before crossing the main road and then walk 50 yards before entering the park.

It was a clear night so the wide straight path that stretched across the entire park was easy to follow. I knew Hyde Park well, so wasn't unduly perturbed to be crossing it at 11.30 at night. After seeing her home, I could catch a tube train at High Street Kensington, which would take me straight to Bayswater. We had been walking for ten minutes when Sally steered us onto the grass.

"Let's go and rest over there," she said pointing into the shadows.

"Errr ... the park closes at midnight. We should keep going ..."

"This won't take a minute, Ray ..."

We walked about 40 yards and stopped under a huge oak tree. She laid her bag on the grass and gently pushed me up against the trunk of the tree.

"Let me get these off you, Ray," she said, starting to undo my pants.

I stared down as she fumbled with the buttons. It was such a bizarre situation. An attractive teenager inexplicably wanted sex with me?! Looking around I saw that we were in a totally isolated spot. The youngster was as keen as mustard and if we were to have sex then no one was going to know what had happened.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes of course. Take your jacket and shirt off."

I pushed myself away from the tree and eased my jacket off my shoulders, while Sally helped me step out of my pants. She whisked my underpants down and after I had kicked them aside, she stood and began to lift her dress off. I wished there was more light, so I could enjoy the spectacle, but I could see her white underwear, even in the dark shadows. Seconds later we were both naked, bar my socks and shoes and her green pendant.

"Come, Raymond, kneel with me," she said, sinking to her knees.

I followed suit until we were face to face kneeling on the grass. I reached out and gently wrapped my hands around her firm breasts, which were oversized for her slim frame.

"Do they feel good, Ray?"

I nodded, but I was still unsure it was a good idea to fuck her, even though her breasts were absolutely perfect.

"I've never touched anything like them," I said dreamily.

I dropped a hand to my cock and discovered it was limp. The drink didn't usually dampen my ardour, but maybe I had had one too many? She lifted the pendant off and held it between us. The green stone glinted strongly in the moonlight.

"Kiss me Raymond."

I couldn't resist her sweet rosebud lips, so I moved forward and met her open mouth. She wrapped her left arm around my neck and held me tightly to her, while thrusting her tongue into my mouth. I responded vigorously but wondered what she was doing when she lifted the pendant and pushed it between our foreheads.

"Muuuuumph," I groaned when a sharp pain swept through my brow.

The girl had pushed the stone against my skin with her head, while holding our mouths tightly together. The pain worsened and completely flummoxed me. One moment I was facing the girl and the next I had spun round and was staring at myself.

"Look after this body, I might have to come back for it," I said out loud to myself.

The pain was easing, but my confusion intensified. My doppelganger had spoken the words, but worse followed when he leant back and delivered a powerful punch to my jaw. I was saved any more pain, for the blow knocked me blissfully unconscious.