I'm so relieved that Tony is going to keep my brother out of my trouble but my stomach is feeling queasy with the thought of losing all my shoes. Don't get me wrong I'd walk around in cereal boxes if it meant Freddie was safe but even so I wish there was something else I had to give him. I've worked really hard for those shoes.

Since I left the salon and set myself up as a mobile hairdresser I've needed the confidence that new shoes bring me. It's not as if I haven't earned them. If they were my only mistake I could afford that vice. But, it wasn't the shoes that got me into debt it was my ex-boyfriend. He rinsed me dry with all his big plans and like a fool I went along with it every time. My life could be so different if I hadn't been so willing to fall for him and his lies.

Okay, I have to admit I shouldn't have bought my new boots when I'm still paying off these debts, but it was coming up to our anniversary. It would have been our seventh year together if he hadn't got the seven-year itch twelve months early. I admit I'm not over him yet. How could I be?

I'd been with him since I was sixteen. He was the first boy I ever kissed, properly. And I may have made up on the kissing front in this last year, but that's as far as I've been able to take it.

I just haven't been able to move on, I can't even say his name without bursting into tears. And now because of him and the debts he left me with I'm going to lose all my shoes unless I throw myself at a complete stranger. I've only got through this last twelve months due to my shoes.

I take out my phone and see Gemma's been trying to get hold of me whilst I was dealing with Tony. I've three missed calls and four texts. I ring her back.

“Did you fuck him?”

“Er, no it hasn't worked out that way.”

“Did you bottle it, hon?”

“It wasn't that. Tony's gay.”

“You mean he turned you down.” I can hear her sniggering.

“He really is. And now he wants me to fuck his brother instead... his twin brother.”

“Well, it's about time you fucked someone. You won't get over you know who until you do.”

Gemma knows not to mention his name and she does have a point.

“I know you're right Gem. I've agreed to take this parcel round for him and I'm going to do it then.”

“A parcel? You're not dropping off drugs are you?”

“Of course I'm not! Tony's always been anti drugs. It's a birthday present.”

“Are you sure about that? Can you trust him? How well do you know him? You didn't even know he was gay.”

“It wasn't really any of my business to know that, but Tony makes it everybody's business to know that he doesn't have anything to do with drugs. And his brother's really honest, he's some sort of teacher.”

“They're the worst for drugs and that kind of thing in my experience.”

“Oh stop it! I've not been turned into some sort of drug mule!.”

“If you say so. When are you going around?”

“Any minute now, Tony booked a taxi on his account for me. They're going to pick up the present and then they're coming over here for me.”

“Well, better luck this time.”

“Thanks, doll.”

As the call finishes, I get the text to tell me my ride is pulling up outside. I take a deep breath and leave my house and climb into the back seat.

* * *

I'm dropped off outside a launderette in a rougher part of town than I was expecting.

I ring the intercom and I'm buzzed straight in. Climbing the stairs I think it's unlikely that I'm going to find the luxury bachelor pad that I was hoping for. At the top, I find he's opened the door but I still knock and a voice inside calls out for me to come in. I step inside and it's an open plan flat and standing at the far end is a surprised Eddie. He's nearly naked wearing only a towel having obviously just stepped out of the shower.

Without his glasses and his hair slicked back he really is identical, the only way I can tell it's not Tony is that he doesn't have Tony's cocky grin. Instead, he greets me with a bashful smile.

"Sorry, I was expecting my brother, I'd have put something on if I'd known."

His voice is deeper and kinder in tone. He doesn't make a move to cover up though; he's clearly enjoying me checking him out. He's certainly firing me up and I can feel the devil inside of me and I want to rip his towel away.

Instead, I watch a stray drop of water making its way down from his pecs and through the channel in the middle of his six-pack. I can feel how wet my pussy is getting, and the top of my thighs are moist as I find a surface to put down his present without taking my eyes off of that water drop as it slides into his belly button. I look just below where his thumb is hooked into the towel and I look at his long fingers and I want to feel them between my legs, playing with and separating my folds.

The room is very silent as we stare into each other's eyes. We are both breathing heavier and in time. His cock twitches and threatens to break free of its cover. I tear my eyes away and look back up into his face. His pupils are massive like he's spent an hour staring into the heart of the sun. I can feel the lust between us, it's a force too strong for either of us to resist.

I give him a coy look.

“Do you want to unwrap your birthday present?” I purr.

He steps towards me and bending forwards he wraps his spare arm just below my arse, he picks me up from the floor and swings me around. I hold on to his shoulders and he snakes his other arm up the back of my top and rubs the place between my shoulder blades that force a moan from me as I lock my legs around his waist.

He steps over to his leather couch and throws himself onto it with me on top of him with my legs astride him and I can feel his cock underneath the towel pressing against my pussy. He's massive both in length and girth and I push down with my clit as I rip the towel away. I rock my hips back and forth and I massage his beautiful cock with the lips of my pussy.

He groans and places a hand on my thigh and rocks me harder against him, the damp cotton of my knickers the only barrier between us. His other arm has stopped massaging the nape of my neck, it slides down to the clasp of my bra and deftly he unclips it one handed. His hand is stroking my ribs as it comes up through my underwire and that hand that I wanted so much inside me, those long slender fingers give my breast a firm squeeze as his thumb circles my nipple before starting to stroking it. The effect it's having upon me, it's as if he's stroking my clit and the electric pulses from both my nipples and my clit run up and down my body before flooding my mind.

"Give it to me!" I call out and I grind down on him harder.

"Take it off!" he commands as his other hand is now up inside my top and massaging my other breast. He's turned me into a three-prong plug ready to blow a fuse and I am so taken over that I struggle to break out of the spell and pull my top off. My tits are already out of my bra and in his hands. I pull my bra out from between them and throw it in the direction of my top.

He takes his hands away to admire my breasts and I swing my hips sideways so he can see their firmness.

"Bring them to me.” he says and it sounds as much like a plea as a command now.

I give a wide grin and I lean forward and he pulls his head in and I pull his face into my breast as my clit lines up with the head of his cock. We are both drenched in his pre-cum and my pussy cream and our sweat that I'm gliding up and down him and I can hear him gasping as the rhythm between us becomes more furious.

The pressure is building up inside me and Eddie pulls his face away and lays back. He takes my left hand in his and strokes my stomach with the other willing me on.

"I need to see your face," he gasps,"and I need to say your name? What's your name?"

I can feel that I've reached the top and that I can't hold on for a moment longer. I lean forward to kiss him, but there isn't time and I feel his cock spasm beneath me. I place my thumb in my mouth to stop myself from calling out as we both explode together. His whole body jerks beneath me and my body shudders and I close my eyes as I begin to climax. It feels as if a wild stallion is trying to buck me from his saddle and Eddie comes, again and again, I hold on and my own orgasm takes over and I ride him home.

As the stars clear from my eyes, I open them again and look him in the eye.

"Hi, I’m Mickey. I'm pleased to meet you." I say coolly.

"The pleasure is mutual.“ he replies.

He picks up his towel and wipes the cum that covers his abs and chest. I feel so pleased with myself and I notice a drop he's missed on his nipple and I lean forward and lick it off.

"I feel like the cat that got the cream!” and I climb off of him and take another look at his beautiful massive cock, which already seems to be recovering and is ready to go again. I feel completely cleansed. How can something so dirty make me feel so clean?

The room is really quiet again; all I can hear is the clock on his wall. I can feel that I'm blushing. I feel very naked and embarrassed. I cover my chest with my arm as I pick up my bra and scramble into it.

“I hope you realise that I only did that because it's your birthday. That's not normally how I introduce myself.” I splutter.

I have no idea why I'm saying this. It's the shame of the come down I think. I wish he'd say something, so I'd shut up, but he doesn't.

“It's just I've had a very stressful week and I really needed to do that..”

I'm fumbling to do my bra up and my mind is blank with anything sensible to add. All I can feel is judgment for what I've just done and what on earth he must think of me. It's been so long since I let myself off the lease that I'd forgotten how quickly I give myself over to the moment.

I suck my stomach in and pull my top on over my head and I'm grateful to be hidden for a second or two. As I push my head through I see him grinning at me and I breath out and smile back at him.

“Well, I'm glad to have helped out. I think you can tell by how quick that was, that I needed that just as much myself. Thanks very much.”

He winks as he wraps his towel around his waist and all the shame I've been feeling disappears in that wink.

He glances at the clock.

"I'm sorry about this Mickey, but I'm going to have to jump back in the shower and clean this up. I've got a lecture I've got to give and it looks like I'm going to be late. I'd invite you to join me, but then I wouldn't make it in at all.

I lay back on the couch and listen to him turning on the water and I hear him singing as he steps beneath it. I collect my thoughts and realise that this man already has my mind, my body (Christ - does he have my body!) and somehow he has my heart. I'm in shock; I can't believe I can feel like this. It's like I've been struck by lightning in a freak electrical storm, not once or twice but over and over again.

My phone vibrates and I read a new text from Gemma wanting an update. I call her number.

"Hi, Gemma..."

"Hi hon, why are you whispering? Where are you? Did you fuck him?"

"Calm down, I'm in his flat and no we haven't fucked yet, but I just had the greatest sexual experience of my life."

"Details girl!"

"I can't tell you now, he's just jumped in the shower and I don't want him coming out and finding me divulging all the dirty details to you."

"Well as long as there are details and they're dirty..."

"Oh don't worry, I'll let you know all about it later. I'm after a favour though, can you come and pick me up. If you do, we could get a coffee and I'll tell you all about it."

"Yeah I can do that, where are you?"

I tell Gemma the address and put my phone away, just as Eddie comes back into the room.

He's wearing black jeans and a black v-neck sweater. Some of his earlier shyness seems to have returned.

"I know this'll sound like a line, but I don't normally do that kind of thing either.” he says.

I feel a lump in my throat as he starts to give me the brush off.

"I'm not saying that I think that was down to you...what I mean to say is..."

"I think you've said enough.” I reply cutting him off.

The indignance in my voice is clear, my face is burning red and I stand up sharply.

"I only came here to drop off the present, I'm sorry if you think I took advantage of you. All I can say is it takes two to tango."

I turn on my heels and head for the door.

"I really didn't mean it to sound like that..."

I give him a last look over my shoulder,"I'm sure you didn't." and I slam his door behind me.

I stomp down the stairs and I'm determined to get outside and get away before I start to cry.

I don't know if I'm more angry with myself or with him.

I'm angry with myself because I know who was taking advantage of who. Tony had said that Eddie wasn't like that and I'd gone round there like some common prostitute and thrown myself at him just to settle my debts. I feel cheap and bad and cruel. How have I become this bad?

But at the same time I'm angry with him because I thought we'd both wanted it, and in the event, he'd made the play for me as much as I had for him. The only difference between us was that once it was over, I was stupidly falling for him whilst he's washing me off of him and making his excuses.

And then, I'm back to being angry with myself, because I shouldn't have listened to Tony or Gemma. I make it to the bottom and buzz myself out and look around for Gemma's car.

Shit! I hadn't thought about this, I'm going to be standing out here waiting for my lift and that bastard will be coming out any minute to go to his lecture. He'll probably think I'm trying to pick up some street trade. I look around for somewhere to hide, but thankfully as the lights change I spot Gemma heading towards me. She pulls up and I throw myself into the passenger seat and burst into tears.

"Oh my god! What's happened? What's wrong?"

"Just drive." I sob, and I open up the glove compartment and pull out the tissues and wipe my face as Gemma pulls out into the traffic and I make my escape.