I tell some friends that Iβm going to Italy for a few weeks and that theyβre welcome to join me. I like traveling alone and donβt like depending on other people to do the things I want to do.
My oldest friend decides to come. Itβs our second day in Florence; we get back to the hotel from a long walk and some mind-blowing gnocchi. We both decide to download Tinder becauseβ¦why not?
I match with Julia (Juliette), a Parisian who was also on vacation there. Our exchange is brief, we get to the point. Within 5 texts we decide weβre going to meet up that night. Sheβs vacationing with a friend too. We decide to bring our friends; an impromptu double date, one of them blind.
Her friend is a little heavy. Cool, funny, but chunky. She comes from a wealthy family. My friend is blue collar. The chemistry isnβt there, but they get along well enough.
Julia has long, jet black hair. Down to her lower back. Her eyes are sexy, soft, and penetratingβ¦slightly slanted. I later learn that sheβs a French hapa. I donβt remember the other half, sorry, race scientists.
Sheβs newly tanned from walking around Florence in the spring. Sheβs wearing a tight black dress and has smooth, supple, perky cleavage. We meet at the bar, her and I start talking, our friends are talking next to us. Julia and I are making intense eye contact and smiling at each other as weβre making bullshit conversation. We can also both tell it isnβt going anywhere for them. We take the last sip of our first drink, I put my hand around her waist and say in her ear βI think we should leave the two of them alone.β She giggles, rubs her fingers against my lower back and says βLetβs go.β
Weβre walking down a street that is loud and alive. People are dressed well; theyβre smoking cigarettes, drinking wine, talking and eating outside. She grabs my hand. The chemistry is palpable. I know where this is going, weβre in for a fun night. We walk into the next bar and she insists that we get a table instead of sitting at the bar. Great, I donβt care. I just want to keep this going.
We get a table and sit next to each other instead of across and she plants one on me. Didnβt waste a secondβs time. Weβre now making out in a restaurant. Intensely. Sheβs an incredible kisser. My first French girl. Very sensual. I can tell that sheβs very conscious of what sheβs doing with her tongue, her lips and her teeth. Biting my lip in the most subtle way. I want to take her back to my hotel immediately.
We end up ordering drinks only because the waiter interrupts us while weβre kissing. βYeah uh, two sauvignon blancs. Whatever you want, surprise us.β We donβt even notice he brought us back drinks, weβre all over each other. The patrons are either uncomfortable or turned on, but theyβre looking.
The next thing I remember is Julia pinned underneath me on my hotel bed. Her eyes looking up at me like Nala in The Lion King. She looked unbelievable naked. The details of what happened after that are hazy, but I distinctly remember that she reached in between my legs to play with my balls while I was fucking her. To any women reading this post: you should do that.
This isnβt a sex story, this is a romance story. Julia and I didnβt have a one night stand.
We wake up, cuddle for a bit, put our clothes on from the night before and walk to meet her friends for breakfast at a cafΓ©. As weβre waiting for our coffee she tells me that sheβs living in a small town with no internet an hour outside of Florence for a few months. Sheβs a nomad; one of those girls who likes living in new places. She comes from money, sheβs able to do it. A lot of people think those women are βwhoresβ but I donβt necessarily agree and either way, I donβt care, I like girls like that. Theyβre usually more interesting and mysterious than a high school townie.
She asks me if I want to come see her again that night. I wish I could tell you the name of it. Itβs quiet, beautiful and rustic. This is the morning view.
The story between Julia and I is becoming very romantic very quickly. I tell her that Iβll talk to my friend about it as I donβt want to leave him stranded. I invite him, he says βOf course dude, no brainer.β He doesnβt care if he going to fuck her friend or not. Whoβs going to say no to staying in a small town in Italy with no internet? Heβs rooting for me either way, heβs a good friend.
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