Heather

A couple of years ago John and Heather had had a fling when he was studying in America. John had never forgotten their few steamy nights together and in his drunken state hoped to rekindle that.
Slumping against the wall next to her, John slipped an arm around Heather’s shoulder saying, “Hey babe. How’s it going?” Turning to John Heather smiled slowly, her full red lips drawing back to show strong white teeth and her enchanting green eyes locked on his. “Babe? Well Mr. Doe I hadn’t realised you were that drunk.”
Slightly worried by her words but reassured by the glowing smile John tried to palm it off, “Well, it’s my party and I’ll drink if I want to.” Still smiling Heather answered; “And what else will you do if you want to?” Leaning into John slightly so that her breast pressed against him she continued, “See the last time you called me babe was two years ago, just before we got very, very drunk and I’m sure you remember what that led to.”
John did, it was the first time that he and Heather had slept together and it was still crystal clear in his mind.