The Apartment Plan

I had gone to a bar in the city with two girlfriends to attend a male friend’s birthday party. I had left the girls at a table to go and say hello to the birthday boy and when I returned there was a tall, good looking guy speaking with them. The girls had bought some drinks while I was away and to be cheeky I picked up one of the drinks. The guy, Peter, told me that I had, in fact, picked up his drink. To be even cheekier I looked him in the eye, took a sip and set the drink back on the table.
Peter asked me where I had gone to high school and we worked out that he had gone to my school in the grade above mine and was at the bar with friends who were attending the same birthday celebration. He asked me if I would like to dance and when I hesitated he said, “Well, you do owe me for the drink.” I laughed and we headed to the dance floor. Not even two minutes after we had started dancing Peter started kissing me. It seemed incredibly fast but I decided at that point to go with it.
I noticed that whenever he stopped kissing me he wasn’t making any eye contact with me at all–just staring straight down my top. He was also moving my necklaces off to the side so he could see my cleavage more clearly as we danced. He was hugging me tightly against him and I realised that what he was really doing was pressing my breasts against his chest. After we left the dance floor, he asked me if I wanted to come back to his apartment in the city. I told him no but agreed to give him my phone number.
The next day, I told another mutual male friend about what had happened and he confided to me that Peter didn’t actually live in the city. He and a couple of friends would just rent an apartment in the city on the weekends to take girls back to. Peter persistently messaged me inviting me to visit him at his home or to meet him late at night for drinks. All of these invitations I declined.


