The Nosh.

He pulled up his trousers and zipped his fly. She wiped her mouth and stood up.

“You won’t tell anyone. Will you?”

It was a question and a statement all at the same time.

“Course not.”

He lied.

They left the alley and walked back to the pub. He was slightly in front of her; she was about two steps behind. He opened the door, the bar was buzzing. Music was loud. Sweet Child Of Mine by Guns and Roses was just starting on the jukebox.
She took his hand. Hopefully.

“Dance?”

“Nah I’m fine. I’ll get a beer and catch you later.”

He walked back to a crowd of guys at the bar. When they saw him they all cheered.

There was lots of backslapping and man hugs. They knew. One of the crowd, a big guy, shouted out.

“Get this man a fucking drink. He needs to replace his fluids!”

Everyone erupted in laughter.

She had her back to them, but heard every word. She cringed.

Her friends were waiting in a dimly lit corner of the pub. Her best mate Corrine stood up and put her arm around her.

“It’s okay. Did you nosh him?”

She nodded.

“I thought it would make him like me. You know, better.”

“Look, he’s a player. All he wanted was a nosh. He got it. No big deal. It was only a nosh. Don’t beat yourself up over it.”

She sat down and sipped at her drink. She started to cry.

Corrine walked over to the bar. She was close to the group of guys. They were still laughing.

“Oi barman. Get me a drink for my mate. Make it a large Sambuca. She needs to wash her mouth out. Seems she’s swallowed something really awful. Like weak cum from a soft cock.”

The guys fell silent and left.