The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham - Sex Stories

The Third Date 01: Clueless of Cotham

... Guildford, and after I'd praised Jenny to the roof, she talked about her own inspirational Chemistry teacher.

"Here, let me help you."

"No, no," I insisted as I started to clear away, "you're the guest."

"Yeah, and the quicker I help, the quicker I get my hostess back. Can this all go in the dishwasher?"

"Yes, but not that bowl. It's a bit delicate. I'll wash that with the pots."

We moved easily around each other in the kitchen, and she grabbed a tea towel to help dry, resting a hand on my back as she leant past me to grab things off the draining board. That was sweet of her. It felt like I'd known her for years.

Once we'd finished, she seemed in no hurry to leave, so we moved back to the sofa, sitting side by side. Our conversation ranged from our work, her swimming (she was training for a big outdoor swim in a couple of weeks), music and books. When I told her about my love of Historical fiction, she asked if I'd read any Sarah Waters, which I hadn't, and she promised to lend meFingersmith.

"You'll love it!"

"What's it about?"

"Nope, not telling. It's one of those you can't go into with expectations otherwise you don't get the full glory of it. No spoilers here. I'll drop it round."

"Oh, thanks," I felt buoyed up to think she already felt close enough to me to lend things, which also spoke to future friendship.

My earlier intuition about dancing was spot on - she'd done lots of salsa dancing in Cambridge and we noisily agreed to go out ...

... together soon. She then made me blush massively when she told me that she'd spent the previous weekend tracking down and watching programmes I had scored. I was so flattered I didn't know what to say.

Finally, she fell quiet.

"So..." she said looking at me. I felt a pang in my stomach as I realised she was about to leave. It was only 10. Still earlyish for a Saturday. Still, I didn't know how busy her day had been. "I know you said you get stressed playing live... but could I get you to play something for me?"

"Oh!" That wasn't what I expected. "Um..." I hesitated. I didn't want her to go, so this seemed like a good way to keep her here a little longer. She was biting her lip, looking at me nervously, which seemed at odds with her usual confident air.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have asked," she began.

"No, no!" I broke in, "it's fine, I can play for you." Not the cello, but I could probably play piano for her. I stood up and moved past her, brushing gently past her legs as I moved to Nadine's electric piano in the corner. "Any requests?"

"Whatever you feel like."

"Ok." I thought for a second. What to play for her? I was still slightly in awe of her - she was so smart, so capable, so trendy - I decided I wanted to impress her. Hmmm. I had exactly the right tune in my repertoire.

Have you ever seen that filmShine with Geoffrey Rush? If so, there's a scene where he walks into a restaurant looking like a tramp. The waiter moves to get him out, but he sits at the piano ...