At a pool party this past summer I hit it off with this girl I’d never met before. After a few shots with friends I’d gotten up the courage to approach her while she was sat at the pool’s edge and we chatted there for a while. She was Emma, from out of town and a cousin of one of the hosts of the party. The booze running through me did its job nicely and very shortly we were splashing around together, chatting about nonsense and eventually I realized we were flirting – laughing and flicking water and making heavy eyes at each other. After maybe a half hour of this she got out of the pool and told me she was going to grab a bottle of champagne and that she “wanted to show me something…” My senses were tingling at the sound of this and so I dutifully followed her in through the kitchen, grabbing a bottle on the way of what turned out to be prosecco, not champagne, but I didn’t complain.