What happens in the taxi?

You snog like teenagers

Almost too soon, the minicab pulls up and you open the door for your date, sliding in behind her. She shudders in the sudden warmth and smiles at you as she fastens her seat belt. You scoot over to the centre seat to be next to her and lean in for a kiss. Julia pulls back as far as she can in the confines of the cab, pressing her head against the headrest, but she doesn't turn away as your lips find hers and your tongue invades her willing mouth.

Her body remains impassive, but she returns your smooch with a smouldering passion which makes even the most lustful of your previous lovers seem tame and halfhearted by comparison. She tastes of the wine and coffee and a fresh tang you can't identify, a combination that might put you off if you didn't want to fuck her senseless so badly.

The kiss doesn't end until you feel the taxi slowing. Julia lives in a flat in a converted three-storey house near the college and you tumble out, wrapped in each other's arms. You assume that the action will continue in the flat, but it seems Julia has other ideas.

"Decent women don't invite men into their homes on the first date, especially when their sisters are at home," she replies, "no matter how much they would like to. But obviously, they don't leave a man in this state, either." Her hand brushes your erection, the first time she has deliberately touched it.