Once a Slut Always a Slut

I followed him into the lounge and he gave me a glass.

“Red or white?”

“White please!”

He muttered, “Might have guessed!” under his breath and slipped out to the kitchen.

He returned with a bottle of white wine and poured me a large glass.

“Sit down you tart – standing there like a spare prick at a wedding!”

I sat down, sipping the wine and tried to look interested in some of his albums which were strewn across the floor.

“What do you like? – Clapton? Deep Purple?” I felt I was being tested.

“Well Sade actually!” He burst out laughing.

“Sade! You really are a bloody girl aren’t you – that’s what girls like!”

I blushed and said, “Well it’s what I like!”

He looked at me and said, “I bet you like wearing girls’ clothes don’t you?”

“Good God no! – What ever makes you think that?” I tried to sound insulted and manly but how did he know?

“Lots of guys do y’know – I do!”

“Really!” I tried to sound disbelieving and shocked.

“Yup – in fact I was going to get dressed up today but I thought it might be fun to do it with someone else.”

“Well you have the wrong guy here – I’d think I’d better go!”

“Oh! Please yourself but I thought you might enjoy it?”

“It’s just a bit odd isn’t it?” I said trying to be nonchalant but at the same time my mind racing with how I could actually agree without seeming to be too eager.

Gradually, Paul talked me round into an idea of he and I getting dressed up – he seemed to have answer for everything but I was worried – would he tell everyone at school? ‘No of course not!’ was his vigorous reply. He would get dressed up too so he would have tell everyone about himself wouldn’t he?