"If you promise to stay the night, Matt, then I'll let you sleep with me."

"Yeah, okay then," I'd responded flatly. I wasn't that fussed either way. But since I was there, well...

Her little plain face had lit up, like a punter pulling three cherries on a fruit machine, and she said, all excitedly: "I'll go and set up the camp bed then."

"Why do you need to do that?"

"There's only one bedroom and one double bed here which I share with my sister. She won't want to come home and find you in bed with me," she replied, and then giggled in a silly and irritating way as though she was eight rather than eighteen.

"You sleep with your sister?"

"We can only just afford the rent on a one-bedroom flat. My dad threw us out."

She disappeared into the bedroom leaving me alone in the 'lounge' to look around. The place was certainly a shithole: musty and peeling wallpaper, threadbare carpet with single naked light bulb suspended by a twisted flex. I wouldn't be staying here any longer than needs be.

I was quite drunk having sunk pint after pint of lager and lime, first in Yelf's Tubs then down at the Prince Consort Discotheque with my mate, Jeremy. I definitely wouldn't have been there if I hadn't been so pissed.

I suddenly chuckled, recalling having given Jeremy, my best mate, strict instructions at the beginning of the evening for him to drag me away from Janine if it looked like I was in danger of getting off with her. Unsurprisingly, as no other females were interested, I had grabbed her for a smooch when the DJ had concluded the evening by playing Sealed with a Kiss by Brian Hyland and then proceeded to snog her with the final bars of the track fading out just prior to the main lights flicking on to signal 'kicking out' time.

Whilst she was picking up her coat from the cloakroom Jeremy had approached me and said: "You're going to regret this in the morning, Matt. Remember what you told me: 'Don't let me get off with Janine under any circumstances.' "

"I know what I am doing. I'll be okay," I had slurred. I had then discretely flashed him the crumpled carton of Durex I had been keeping stashed in my back pocket.

"Don't say I didn't warn you," he had reminded me, whilst briefly raising his eyebrows, before turning and heading for the exit...

The door from the bedroom opened and Janine had dragged out the camp bed along with a duvet and a couple of pillows. I'd watched her unfold the bed and place the bedclothes on the top. I couldn't be bothered to help.

"I'm just going to the loo. I won't be long," I informed her. Nothing more uncomfortable than shagging with a full bladder.

I pushed open the door to the toilet. It was in as a crappier condition as the rest of the flat: curled up lino, mouldy walls, rusty pipes and lime-scale crusted to the bowl like barnacles to the bottom of a ship's hull. Nice.

I unzipped my fly and had released a powerful jet of piss before noticing a small pool of yellow urine growing to the side of the pan on the lino - oops. I adjusted my aim, finished urinating then flushed the cistern.

I re-entered the lounge to find her already under the covers.

"You haven't wasted any time then?" I said to her.

"Take your clothes off and then snuggle in, Matt. It's cold tonight."

I took all my clothes off, discarding them in a heap on the dirty floor, whilst she watched me and as she did, I became, despite the quantity of alcohol in my system, quite erect.

"What are you doing now?" she asked me with a hint of impatience.

"Putting a condom on," I replied matter-of-factly whilst I rummaged through my trouser pockets.

"You don't need one of them..."

"I think I do," I stated.

I finally found it before tearing open the packet and rolled it over my stiffy. I was ready now.

"Switch the lights off will you, Matt. I'm a bit bashful."

...and only about two pints less from being pretty repulsive too, I wanted to add but didn't.

I strode to the light switch and took a last look at her with only her dark curly haired head sticking out of the covers. I wondered for a second what I was doing there. Really doing there. She's possessed lovely olive brown eyes, her father was Italian, but facially she just reminded me of Woody Allen and that was just not an attractive look. Her figure, I remembered from shagging her before, wasn't bad. Her nipples were quite dark which I liked. But she was also thick, and intelligence, in a female, is a turn-on for me.

Fuck it.

I flicked the switch, walked back and then clambered under the covers with her.

I'd put my arms round her and put my mouth to hers before sticking my tongue in and grabbing her tight whilst I pressed my hard little prick next to the bare flesh of her torso.

"I knew you'd come back with me," she had exclaimed me with an air of triumph.

I had said nothing, instead I bit one of her nipples with force enough to make her gasp. I then reached down with my right hand to her groin gripping her hairy and damp crutch. I pushed open her legs and mounted her whilst guiding my cock into her cunt - it wouldn't take long, thankfully.

I knew that she would like to have got pregnant by me so that I would have had to marry her. But I never had any intension of that happening - I was just using her till I got someone decent.

I began to thrust hard and started to fantasise about being slippered naked by Miss Shipley, the youngish, blonde, and rather strict French Teacher we had had at High School...

And then I had climaxed but not strongly - the alcohol and condom had combined to take the edge off the sensation.

"That was good, Matt," Janine had cooed.

She was trying to make me feel better about myself because underneath it wasn't that satisfying for her. I didn't really care though.

I slid my rapidly contracting penis out of her vagina and rolled off her before dragging myself out of bed.

"What are you doing now?"

I pulled the rubber easily off my cock, placing it on the floor.

"I'm off home now, Janine."

"Why?" she asked with hurt in her tone.

"I sleep better at home, that's why. Besides my mother and grandmother will worry about me if I'm not back in the morning."

"Got to go home to your... mummy then?" she mocked.

"Yep."

"You want to grow up," she added.

"Yep."

"You promised me you would stay the night." The injured tone returned.

"I changed my mind."

"Liar."

She suddenly twisted in the bed with her back to me.

I turned the light on and began to dress. The flat seemed even more of a tip than before. It depressed me. I also, from the sniffing emanating from her, suspected she was crying.

I finished dressing.

"I'll be off then," I said.

"Just go. User."

"Janine?"

"What!"

"I've left the used condom by the bed. You probably don't want to leave it there where your sister can see it."

She didn't answer so I walked out of the flat, closing the door quietly behind me. It was about three in the morning. I then descended the internal staircase before exiting out onto The Strand.

It was quite cold, I hadn't bothered with a coat, and I could see my breath turn to vapour every time I exhaled. Still, it wasn't that far from home, about a fifteen-minute walk.

I'd cut through Ashley Gardens, past the ornamental fishponds, the stone lions and the memorial plaque to the victims of the HMS George tragedy, and then out onto Ryde Esplanade...