Page 25 of Cupcake

‘Oh fuck, this backfired,’ she laughed before finally composing herself. ‘Ok, so this happened a year before I met Cole. My sister had just started University in Scotland and she’d been asking me to come and visit her for ages. I wasn’t keen as it was a long journey - something like six and half hours on the train - and I’d have to stay overnight in some dirty dorm room, but after the first term she was desperate and practically begging, so I agreed. I bought a ticket, slept and read most of the way there and met her at the station. She was bouncing with energy when I saw her, it was lovely and honestly pretty infectious. When she and I get together we always have a lot of fun, but I was struggling to stay motivated after such a long journey, not to mention stiff and hungry. Anyway, it’s like eight at night already so we head to this pizza place and then she suggest’s meeting up with some friends of hers at a nightclub they all liked.’

‘So far, so PG,’ nodded Anna, her attention rapt.

‘We get there, find her friends - they were all really nice - and we’re queueing up and it starts to rain. This isn’t abnormal in Scotland, obviously, but on this occasion it really starts to hammer down and a few minutes later we start to hear the rumble of thunder too. The queue isn’t moving at all, and I’m thinking this isn’t worth waiting for. Then this cute guy in front of us turns around and smiles at me. He’s a bit older than some of the other kids in the queue, but still younger than me, and so I smile back. We start to talk - he’s Norwegian looking with a slight accent - and he says why don’t we all come back to his place and have a few drinks?’

‘Things are heating up,’ smiled Anna, rubbing her hands together as Cole shook his head.

‘Standing out in the rain for goodness knows how long versus hanging out at this guys place? It was a pretty easy choice. When we get there, he’s got this amazing studio loft apartment - of course - it’s covered in crazy modernist art work. It’s exactly as you imagine the stereotype. Mid twenties, freelance artist, hipster, socialite, bachelor, living in the city. He ticked every box. He even had one of those topknot hairstyles before they became fashionable. This guy was way ahead of his time, and he is muscle bound - I’m not kidding, this guy could’ve bench pressed a car by the look of him. The storm at this point, by the way, is absolutely raging. He has one of those orangeries that looks out over the city and it looks like someone is just running a hose over it.’

Anna grinned excitedly and then looked at Cole. ‘I think we’re reaching the part where you cover your ears.’

Elsie laughed and looked sheepishly at her husband before continuing. ‘It was a really fun night, we played some games, drank, danced. Me and this guy are hitting it off-,’

‘Wait,’ said Anna, holding up her hand. ‘You don’t even remember his name do you?’

Elsie bit her lip and then shook her head as Anna threw her head back laughing. ‘As I said,’ she continued. ‘Me and this guy are hitting it off, and by around three in the morning, my sister is fast asleep - somehow with all the thunder - curled up with her friend on the couch, two of the guys are playing ping pong - because of course he had a ping pong table - and the other girl has passed out on the floor whilst playing some game on his wall mounted TV. Next thing I know, he takes my hand, smiles and leads me up the spiral staircase to his split level bedroom.’

‘Don’t get shy on us now,’ said Anna, her face a picture of glee.

‘When we get up there, we both just start tearing at each other’s clothes, he ripped my tights and I don’t even know where my knickers ended up - I had to walk back to my sisters dorm without either the following morning - he probably kept them as a trophy.’

Anna’s face was frozen in amused horror as she listened.

‘We start-,’ she paused and looked at Cole apologetically. ‘Fucking… and oh my goodness, he’s good. Really good. I came fast - within a few minutes - from just his dick, but he wasn’t done. He fucked me every way you can imagine, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, prone. I lost count of how many times I came. My sister couldn’t look me in the eye the following morning. Anyway, after an hour or two - fuck knows how long - I can sense he’s close. His muscles go tight, he’s thrusting harder, his head is back and he’s moaning deeper and then he goes silent, and as I look up at him there’s this flash of lightning and all the lights go out and all I can see is this guys face in the after burn, eyes closed, mouth open… and then I feel him come - and it’s like a firehose - and then BOOM - this huge crash of thunder shakes the whole damn apartment.’

Anna burst into laughter, covering her mouth with her hand as she roared.

‘It was insane, I was both turned on and utterly terrified at the same time and I came again, really hard.’

‘You fucked Thor!’ squealed Anna.

Elsie burst into laughter as she nodded. ‘The thought has crossed my mind over the years.’

‘Seriously?’ Anna began to count on her fingers. ‘No name, top knot, muscles, blonde, Norwegian looking. Start’s a frickin’ storm to get you into bed? You fucked Thor.’

‘I gotta be honest,’ said Cole, leaning forward. ‘I prefer that theory too. I can’t be emasculated by a Thunder God, I’m a mortal, it doesn’t even compare.’

‘Oh no,’ Elsie waved her finger. ‘You are way better than him. It’s not even a fair comparison. If he was Thor, then you are Eros.’

‘Wow,’ said Anna. ‘That is a compliment.’

Elsie glanced over and saw that Anna was blushing. Their eyes met and lingered for a moment and then Anna took a deep breath, turning to her husband with flushed cheeks. ‘I think it’s your turn hubby?’

He grinned and then leaned forward, putting his elbows on the table and making a steeple with his fingers. ‘Never have I ever… lied in this game.’

‘Ooooh, interesting,’ hummed Anna, looking around at each of them in turn, making a show of trying to read their faces. After a moment, Cole lifted his drink and knocked it back.

Elsie gasped, her eyes wide in shock as she turned to look at him. ‘Wait, what? When?’

‘Isn’t that rather the point of lying,’ he laughed. ‘To get away with it?’

‘No, you can’t do that, that’s not fair. Was it the one night stand thing? You have haven’t you? I knew it.’

‘I’m not saying anything.’

‘Oh my goodness, this is going to drive me mad,’ she said, deep in thought as she bit down on her nail.

‘Good,’ he laughed, running his tongue along his lips. ‘I like to keep you guessing.’

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