A European park bench [FM]

Last spring I studied abroad in Europe. I didn’t really know Will before the program, but we had a friend in common and ended up meeting in a hostel for the first night. We just vibed really well and he immediately caught my attention. He’s 5’10” dark blond shaggy hair, square jaw and sharp eye brows, wide shoulders and a slender swimmers bod. (I’m 5’4” short blond hair, green eyes, slender, small tits (32B) and a volleyball/yoga butt) But what really sold me was how we could keep up a conversation. That and the fact that I shuttered at his slightest caress and thinking of him made me weak at the knees. We took it slow. It took us almost a month to even kiss. From then on we were each other’s drunk make-out buddies. We didn’t let on to it in public, but after a few drinks you could find us in a cobblestone alley tearing into each other. We were living with host families so we couldn’t have company over—we made due with church steps and park benches. This particular time I want to share involved a park bench.