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It was more a statement than a question, so I smiled and nodded. “Yours?”
“That’s even easier than my favourite book. Letting Peter Carson take my virginity on my fifteenth birthday. It was awful. It took less than three minutes, he yelled out ‘mother fucker’ as he came and then told the whole school that I’d begged him for it.”
“Sounds like a real charmer.” I raised a brow, wondering how anyone could treat her as anything but a princess. “I hope you got your revenge somehow.”
Maya giggled. “When we were eighteen, I let him think he had another chance, so enticed him to the college theatre hall for sex. I got him on stage and stripped him down to nothing, and then Morgan turned on the stage lights while Loretta marched in with most of the sixth form singing ‘Oops!... I Did it Again’. It was brilliant.”
We both started to laugh loudly, and the guy behind the counter of the cafe we were in tutted and turned up the sound on the TV. We had been in there for a couple of hours after the bar across the road had got a little too noisy to hear each other. Now, after endless cups of coffee, two pieces of chocolate cake, and a few rounds of twenty questions, it was almost time for us to say goodbye. Maya had already called an Uber, and I needed to head for the minibus home.
Bizarre as the feeling was, I wasn’t sure that I was ready, and staring down at the mug of coffee in front of me, I felt my stomach roll with anxiety.
“I need to go to the bathroom,” Maya said.
As she pushed up from her chair, I wanted to grab her hand and pull her back down, or at the very least, beg her to let me go with her and wait outside the ladies.
“I’ll be two minutes.”
I nodded. “I’ll be waiting.”
And I would. I’d sit around for hours waiting for her if she asked me to.
“You know I’m closing up soon,” the guy behind the counter yelled, his eyes still on the TV in the corner.
“Yep, we’re going soon.” The idea that we had a few minutes less made me look toward the door to the toilets and will it to open.
After another couple of minutes of me acting like a stupid preteen with a crush, the door swung open. A vision of pure sexiness appeared. She sashayed back to our table, grinning like she didn’t have a care in the world, and I began to wonder if I’d imagined our connection.
“Okay?” I asked, looking up at her as she pulled out her chair.
She nodded and smiled brightly. “They have the most amazing hand lotion,” she said, planting her perfect arse back on the seat. “I took a picture of it to see if I can find it online.” She thrust her hand across the table and waved it in front of me. “Smell.”
I gave a quiet chuckle as I caught hold of her fingers and brought them up to my nose. “Nice.” It smelled flowery and clean. Although, it wasn’t the aroma that I’d remember of my time with Maya. That would be her perfume. It was feminine yet heady and sensual, everything that I would recall every time I thought about her. “What’s your perfume?”
“My perfume?”
“Yeah, your perfume.” I didn’t let go of her hand, but kept her fingers entwined in mine. “I like it much more than I like your new favourite hand lotion.”
“It’s my going out with the girls when I want to feel badass perfume.”
“It must be a pretty big bottle to get all that on the label.”
Maya giggled. “Chanel No. 5. That’s what it’s called.”
I nodded. “I’ve heard of it. My friend Sam bought some for his wife a couple of years back.”
“It’s expensive so either he’s a great husband, or he did something really bad,” she replied, arching her eyebrows.
I laughed and lifted her hand. “He gave her wedding dress away to some kids for a jumble sale.” I ran my thumb over the knuckle of her ring finger. “It was a two-thousand pound dress eighteen years ago, and she wanted their daughter to wear it for her wedding someday.” I shrugged. “So, it was the perfume or a horrendously expensive designer bag.”
Maya crossed her legs and leaned her body closer to me over the yellowing Formica table. I got another whiff of her perfume, and I felt myself get hard. I’d been on the edge of it all night, just watching her and listening to her sultry voice, but knowing that our time would soon be up, playful flirting and easy chat no longer seemed enough. I had a need for something more. Something important. Something bigger. A raw, basic need that I knew could become all-consuming and overpowering. Yet all we’d done was talk. My fingers on hers was the most contact that we’d had, yet I knew sex with Maya would be earth-shattering.
“I need to get going soon,” I sighed placing her hand between both of mine. “When does your Uber get here?”
She looked down at her phone lying face up on the table and clicked on the screen bringing it to life. She groaned.
“He’s two minutes away.”
“Two minutes?” The sudden feeling of breathlessness alarmed me. “You sure?”
