An old story. Condoms were used but that’s the last I mention them.
I was 23 and a student in Paris. As is common for students in Paris, my plan for this particular Friday or Saturday night was to go to a house party, in one of these rather small apartments that University student can afford. It gathered a group of people – most of them foreign students – whom I mainly saw at such parties. Mind you, I was on a roll at these parties and often left with a girl – more so than in any other context.
Upon arrival I am introduced to a beautiful Italian girl, quite tall and lean, with fierce black eyes and hair to match.
Flash forward a few hours and drinks. Liquid courage has worked it’s wonders and I am chatting with Elsa. Other suitors have either given up or are waiting for their opportunity, long story short this is a one-on-one discussion between two slightly drunk uni students, it’s going well and… Short silence, I look into her eyes, we both shortly look down, I gather my courage and lean into her. Success!