I had the feeling it was a mistake as soon as I opened my mouth. I had invited Glen to move in with me and nine months later I knew I should have kept my mouth shut.

Everything was fine for the first couple of months but his gradually increasing drinking and the reduction in our sexual activities had increased the tensions between us. When he first moved in he had helped with some of the bills but he hadn't made any contribution for the last three months.

Monday to Friday he would go off to work but when he came home he claimed he was too tired for any sexy games. He would have his tea, watch tv, down a couple of beers then head for bed.

Friday and Saturday nights he would head out with his mates and come home pissed. Far too pissed to be able to satisfy my needs, even if he was interested. I had had enough but, never having been in this position before, I didn't know how to go about getting rid of him.

One Friday night, it was coming up to midnight; I had had a shower and was sitting in the lounge watching a DVD waiting for him to get home, I couldn't trust him to lock the door, on a couple of occasions he had come home so pissed he hadn't even closed the door.

The doorbell rang. I checked through the security lens. Glen was there being supported by one of his friends, Matt. I opened the door.

"Sorry, Shirl, I had to bring him home, he's too pissed; I couldn't leave him on his own. Matt dragged him into the lounge and dumped the virtually unconscious Glen on the sofa. Matt helped me roll him into position. Much as I had come to despise him and much as I wanted to get rid of him, I didn't want to wake up in the morning to find a dead body on my sofa having choked on his own vomit.

"Would you like a coffee?" I asked Matt.

"Er, sure, if it's not too late for you."

I went through to the kitchen and made the coffee. Matt was sat in one of the armchairs. I handed him a coffee and sat in the other.

"Do you want me to give you a hand getting upstairs to bed?"

I shook my head, "He can stay where he is."

"Shirl, I know it's none of my business but why do you put up with him?"

I shrugged, "I don't intend to for much longer." I felt like pouring my heart out but not to a stranger. Matt was a nice guy but I didn't know him that well. We were silent for a few moments, it wasn't an awkward silence but when I looked up Matt was looking at me with a rueful smile. He put his coffee on the table and came over and knelt in front of me, took my cup and put it on the table too.

He put his hands on my knees and then ran them under my bath robe along the top of my thighs. I was too stunned to stop him. Glen hadn't touched me for over a month, Matt's touch thrilled me but how far would he try to go; how far would I let him go, when would I tell him to stop. I didn't want him to stop.

He reached my hips and then slowly slid back to my knees. He pushed gently and I let him part my legs. He moved in closer and reached for the belt of my robe, pulling it open revealing my nakedness. My breathing was already becoming a little laboured. His hands back on my knees, slid forward again, sliding over my waist, up my ribs and cupping my breasts. I moaned.

"Tell me to stop."

I shook my head. My eyes were closed, I couldn't look at him, I was too ashamed that I was letting him do this to me; no, I was ashamed that I wanted him to do it, I wanted him to do more, I wanted him. He kissed me. I moaned into his mouth. Then as he kissed and licked my nipples his hands slid down to my hips and he pulled me forward to the edge of the seat, he lifted my legs and pushed them back over the arms of the chair and kissed his way down my belly. Stroking and kissing my thighs for a few moments before starting on my labia. Oh God, Matt. For God's sake, don't stop now. It had been so long since I had experienced such pleasure; it didn't take long for me to reach that point just before orgasm. I was ready to beg Matt to make me cum but he didn't need asking. I came.

By the time I had caught my breath, Matt had taken off his shirt, unzipped and got his tackle out and was rolling on a condom. He came to me and mounted me without preamble. I moaned as he slid into me. He hooked his arms under my legs and around my waist, I wrapped my arms around his neck. He lifted me, turned and lay me on the floor and started to make love to me.

Glen was on the sofa snoring and Matt was making beautiful moves with me on the floor. I was excited by the thought of Glen waking up and seeing what was going on; I was making enough noise, but he barely stirred.

Matt came and I was so happy to feel his cock pulsing inside me. We lay together for quite some time, barely moving. Kissing occasionally, stroking. I enjoy this kind of afterglow quiet time almost as much as foreplay. Matt withdrew from me, picked me up in his arms and took me upstairs to bed where we made love again and fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning I left Matt to sleep and I went down to the kitchen to make coffee. I was sipping my coffee at the kitchen table when Glen staggered through propping himself against the door jam.

"Make me a coffee."

"You haven't got time."

"What? What are you talking about?"

"You have to pack."

"Pack what?"

"Your things."

"Shirl, what are you talking about you're not making sense?"

"Well, if you were sober, it would be obvious what I was talking about. You're moving out."

He came and stood in front of me. "Don't be stupid. Why would I move out?"

"Because I'm telling you to."

"Well I've no intention of going anywhere. Besides Where do you suggest I go."

"I don't really care as long as you leave. Go back to your mother for all I care, if she'll have you."

"Well I'm not going anywhere and you can't make me."

I was staring at him. I suppose when things first started to go wrong I had felt sorry for him. It was only now that realized that I had come to hate him. But he was right, how could I make him leave. I didn't want to call the police. Then a voice from behind me,

"Maybe she can't make you leave, but I can." It was Matt, obviously.

"What the fuck is going on." He looked at me then at Matt then back to me. "You slut. Did you and he.... you fucking slut."

Matt came forward, it was only then that I realized he was naked. "You speak to her like that again and you won't be going back to your mother's, you'll be heading for the hospital."

They stared at each other more or less toe-to-toe. I wasn't afraid of there being a fight. Glen was not that stupid even pissed as he was - Matt could rip him in half even if he had been stone-cold sober. Matt said, "I suggest you start packing, you've got thirty minutes - then I'll start 'helping' you."

Glen was fuming but there was nothing he could do. He stormed out of the kitchen and stomped upstairs.

"I hope you don't mind me butting in."

"No. Thanks Matt. I didn't intend to involve you but I can't stand having him in my house any longer. Coffee?"

"I'll make it. Do you want a refill?"

"Please."

"I hope our little adventure didn't trigger anything prematurely."

"I think it probably did trigger it, but not before time. Making love with you made me realize just how miserable I have been the last couple of months, you made me realize what I had been missing and I finally decided I wasn't going to miss out any longer."

Glen was making a racket upstairs; I imagined he was making a mess just to piss me off.

Matt smiled. "I'll wait till he leaves then I'll go."

"You don't have to go."

He looked at me and smiled, "You're not using me for revenge are you?"

I blushed, "No, he's not worth that. I just want a bit of.... I just want.... I've been so lonely for months; I just need a bit of company."

"I'm happy to provide that."

Glen stamped down the stairs and a moment later the front door slammed. A moment after that, with the engine revving he screeched down the drive.

I let out a sigh of relief. Thank god. He was gone. I was feeling better already.

"Would you mind if I had a shower?"

"Would you mind if I joined you?"

He took my hand and led me upstairs. In the bedroom my clothes were scattered all over the place. Glen had emptied every drawer and pulled everything out of my wardrobe. It appeared he had taken one of my suitcases as well. I picked up a drawer and put it on the bed and started picking items up and sorting them into piles.

"I'll give you a hand."

He held out his hand with one of my g-strings dangling from his finger, he was smiling. I giggled, "Would you like me to model that for you?"

"I don't mind what you wear or even if you wear nothing at all."

I slipped the belt on my bathrobe and then shrugged the robe and let it fall to the floor. I watched as he started to become aroused. Yes, take me now, Matt, I want you now, take me on the floor, on the bed, I don't care, just take me.