I’m 38 now. I’ve aged, as they saying goes, like a good Scotch; but after getting married, as so often seems to happen, my wife’s sex drive dropped off and I’ve never met someone who was tempting enough for me to cheat. That said, when I was younger I had a number of adventures, especially during and after college. I have a spank bank like most guys, but I can often just think back to the crazy times of my youth when I need to get off.
One of my favorite memories comes right after my abroad semester in sophomore year. My school did the spring semester in Rome every year for the sophomores, and a couple lady friends and I made plans to travel in the UK and Ireland at the end of the semester.
Now…a little bit of backstory is required here. One of the girls, Angie, I’d had a massive crush on since freshman year. She was, no joke, two inches above being legally considered a midget – so she always said. She was 4′ 10″ at any rate. She was fit, curved in all the right places, and Sicilian. The other girl was her BFF Betty. Betty was cute in a freckly Irish girl sort of way, closer to my height, with significantly fewer curves. I’d never thought of her as my type, but she was attractive.