The tiny café huddled despondent among the huge city buildings. Washed out under the overcast sky, it hunched in itself, fighting against the drizzle. Hundreds of people rushed by it, outside on the crowded street. The half a dozen customers glanced up as the door swung open, heralded by a blast of cold wind. Unlike the outside, the interior of the café was warm and cheery, with bright lights and colorful walls. The customers returned to their conversations as the door swung closed behind the new entrant and the cold breeze was forgotten. Sitting down at a small two seated round table I order a slice of cake.

Cake crumbs and smears of icing were all that remained of the once double layered Victoria sponge. It had been decadent with a nod toward old fashioned baking, new but invoking memories of old. The memory of my twelfth birthday comes to mind, the very first time having this cake. Remembering when the family was together, the last time the family was together...

Looking up from my plate I cook over towards the counter, where a young man sat, staring at me. In embarrassment I look away taking a sip of my warm tea, reading another text 'Happy Birthday!' from a family member.

" Hello.." The low rumble of his voice is comforting, looking up it was the same man who was looking at me.

" Hi..." I say quietly.

"May I join you." He says as he sits down with a lovely smile. " I can't believe it's raining, it said it was supposed to be sunny today." He adds as he looks into my eyes, as the waiter brings over to small vanilla cupcakes.

" Sir, I didn't order anything else," I say as the waiter looks between me and this man.

" I did." The man says, then the waiter walks away. " I'm suspecting it's your birthday or you really like sponge cake." He says then he chuckles, I nod to his statement. " Well, which one is it?"

" My birthday."

" Wow, I guess the beautiful ladies birthday... Happy birthday." He says and I smile from embarrassment. "Dayton, you?"

"Natisha..." as we introduce ourselves we begin a conversation that lasts a while, slowly customers leave, without any returning. " Oh wow, it's this late already, I guess I should head home," I say as I look up and look around seeing the clock.

" I shall take you home then, you have no choice. I'm taking you home, it's really raining hard out there, and you didn't bring an umbrella." He says with a smile, he brings me home, and I invite him inside for a drink.

"Here's to you," he said as we clinked our champagne glasses together.

"Thanks," I said and took a sip of the red wine.

"It's all down­hill from here" I continued sadly and repeated the phrase I'd read on a 30th Birthday card earlier in the week. He lifted his head, placed his glass on the table and looked at me with his flaming chestnut brown eyes.

"Why is that?" he questioned as he held his head up with his hand.

"Well because I'm ten minutes away from being thirty and I've never so much as been touched by a man." He shuffled closer to me and tried to pretend that the heat between our bodies didn't exist and I never even fought it off when his hand brushed purposely against my leg without invitation.

"You really shouldn't have said that" he declared as my orange eyes stared nervously at his hand.

"Why?" I asked in response to his statement.

"Because now I really want to kiss you." I lifted my eyes and found myself nodding consent to him but I never expected the touch of his lips to feel the way they did and blow my mind. A tingling sensation shot up my spine as his tongue played with mine and I released a small groan as he started to push me down.

"Am I going to fast?" he wondered disappointingly as he let me go.

"No, not at all" I began and then smiled before continuing.

"I just wondered if you had a bedroom we could finish this in?"

"Of course," he said, standing up, holding out his hand and helping me to my feet as I took it and then he guided me to the bedroom. That's where the magic began but it also left me in a position that I never imagined would happen...

With the door closed, every pretense falls. Every kiss has a raw intensity breathing fast, heart rates faster. Then before I know how it happened we are naked and our skin is moving softly together, like the finest of silk. I feel his hand enter from below moving fast, our tongues entwined in a kiss, and then he's inside, changing my breathing with every thrust, hearing my moans timed to his body. Then all at once he stops and kisses from my breasts to my stomach, his hands light; then he's licking and using his fingers all at once, watching my reaction, feeling how my legs move, watching my body writhe. In seconds he's on me again, just long enough to intoxicate my mind before stopping again. I felt him pulse inside me, staying till I have a warmth drape over me, a tingling sensation.