Let’s start from the beginning. From my first time. Almost first time. Her name was Alice and she lived in Venice. She had some to Florence to celebrate her birthday with some friends. She was turning 18 and so was I. That day the destiny thought daring to cross our paths. It was a Friday evening in March and I was enjoying an aperitivo sitting outside with some friends when she sat with her friends at the next table.
At the beginning I noticed her for her short, blondish hair and red lipstick. She had dressed like a woman, overdoing it like girls often do. She wore a black leather like skirt with black fishnet stockings and on top a white shirt, transparent enough to show the black bra and light enaugh to reveal the small beasts hidden in the padded bra.
It wasn’t long after she sat down that the celebration picked up and drinks were flowing. I thought how I could start talking to her and I resorted to the oldest trick “can I borrow your lighter” I said “is that all you want to borrow ” she answered flirtatious. We began talking and as the drinks increased so did my excitement about the night’s prospect.