"Are you ready, baby?" A story from [m]e, 23, about her [f22] | 2016

On a warm summer night, I prepared myself: "Tonight," I thought. "Tonight is the night." I nodded at the reflection in the bathroom mirror to reassure myself. I looked myself in the eyes again, swallowed once, and walked back into the hotel room. I was grateful for the air conditioning. Sometimes, warm Italian nights can be stifling. I looked away from the window and saw Lauren laying topless in my bed. "Are you ready, baby?"

I knew no one when I embarked for an alumni trip across Europe in May of 2013. Despite that, I wasn't worried. I've found that moving often in your youth makes you comfortable in making friends, both male and female, in any situation. By the time our group landed in London, I was already talking with 3 people. Lauren was the 6th alumni I met.

Lauren was a pretty girl. Standing at 5 feet (1.52m), 89 pounds (40kg), she just barely fit underneath my chin when she hugged me. Her ebony skin contrasted wonderfully against the ivory of her smile, though she rarely graced anyone with her square teeth. She always wore headbands to control her wild hair. I smile at the memory of that first impression: why did someone so quiet have such loud hair? Her eyes were a mysterious brown, so dark that they looked black. Her fingers were long and dainty, her legs lean and strong. She was the model of perfection in my eyes; short and petite, with small A cup breasts and a tight butt that complemented her frame perfectly.

I was the opposite in more ways than one. I am 5'10" (1.78m); at the time, I was firmly overweight, bordering on obese. Despite that, Lauren became infatuated with me. She would later tell me that she thought my confidence was my best personality feature and that I had a cute, crooked smile. I joked with her about looking like a gorilla: I had big, muscular arms, full chest, and a big belly. My lips were her favorite physical feature -- full, soft lips that she enjoyed kissing. Personally, I feel that my eyes, a deep green hazel with yellow and blue rings in the iris, are more interesting. I am of middle eastern descent, with black hair and light, tanned skin, so the hazel surprises everyone. My penis, on the other hand, surprises no one at an aggressively average 5 inches with the stiffest of boners.

Now that you know what we look like, where was I? Oh, right. London. A lot of us got drunk one night in someone's hotel room. I could feel some of the awkwardness slipping away as we got to know each other over a drinking game. The whole time, I kept stealing glances at Lauren, hoping she was looking at me. She wasn't.... not yet, at least. I talked with some of the guys instead, laughing as we talked about how excited we were to see 8 countries in 3 weeks. What an adventure! I slept like a rock that night.

We went to Paris after London and then to four different cities in Germany the following week. Each city was so vibrant and different from the last. There's a certain bar that some of you might recognize in Munich called the Hofbrauhaus, a relic of simpler times. It is a large building, founded in 1589, and decorated beautifully with long, wood picnic tables that you're forced to share with strangers on busy nights. The ceiling has this subtle arch that is highlighted by the soft, warm, yellow light of lantern chandeliers. I felt safe as I watched the friendly yellow-grey shadows dance on the painted ceiling. A building this old had to be safe, right? We sat down at a table with a couple of locals who bought us drinks all night to welcome us. Suffice it to say that we had a good first impression of Germany. The people are friendly and the ale was dark. I loved it.

Daylight slipped into darkness quickly as conversations and stories turned in laughs and cheers. Before we knew it, we had been there for more than 3 hours. Lauren had consumed a whopping 2 liters of beer. I had a little more than her, to be fair... but I was also twice her size. Both of us were running on relatively empty stomachs, so we were both woefully drunk when we got up to leave. My head was swimming when I stood up and realized how drunk I really was. I walked Lauren to our hotel with my new friend, Jordan. She was sweet to Lauren, reassuring her that Lauren wasn't that drunk as she stumbled over sentences and pavement. I just couldn't help laughing at the ridiculousness of it all. This was the first time I'd ever been drunk. Colors blurred, words slurred, onlookers overheard. I felt like I was looking at the world through van Gogh's eyes. Jordan looked embarrassed so I toned it down after that, trying to see Rembrandt instead. I was trying to show Jordan that I could hold my liquor. I later learned that I was not maintaining "sober" conversation as I hoped, so I walked with Lauren and Jordan in silence up to the hotel lobby. I was appreciating the first high of being drunk. I half-shouted at Jordan as she left, reassuring her that I would make sure Lauren got to her room. Jordan thanked me and went to go make sure everyone else was okay. I didn't think anything was going to happen with Lauren, especially since I had very little experience with sex. We were just two drunk acquaintances, the blind leading the blind to a hotel room.

Finally, I knocked on Lauren's room, 304. No answer. "Hello?" I asked, as I opened the door. I guess Lauren's roommate wasn't home yet. Lauren laughed. "Nobody's herrrreeee!" "Shhhhh! You'll walk the neighbors." "HAH. No I won't. I'm walking with you." "What?" "You said I'll walk the neighbors but I'm not gonnaaaaa" I was giggling as I got Lauren situated in bed and moved to get her a glass of water. She stopped me. "Adam?" "Yeah?" "Do you like me?" She giggled. "YEAH." I burst out laughing. "Come lay down with me for a bit," Lauren said seductively. A whisper of bad intentions, a hint of lust. From the bathroom, I whispered back, "Shhhh hang on. Water first. And I need to pee." I did a double take, realizing I had just denied a pretty girl time to cuddle. I guess the alcohol was overriding everything else and I was just thinking of her well-being first.

I gave Lauren some water that she greedily swallowed down while I drank from my own glass. I went to the bathroom, head feeling slightly more clear. When I came back, she was on her second glass of water, which she spilled everywhere. "Oops!" She said. "Hahaha! Klutz. Let me help you." I got some tissues and wiped up some water from her neck and down her breastbone. Lingered. One. Two. Three seconds. Too long. I could feel her eyes on me so I looked up and into her face. I saw her biting her lip and my eyes darted there. I looked back at her eyes and smiled, letting alcohol steel my courage. I looked at her lips for another half-second, and then back into her eyes. She closed her eyes and leaned forward. I smiled as I did too, savoring that moment right before you share a first kiss with a new partner.

Our lips met and I saw fireworks behind closed eyelids. "It's been a while," my brain whispered. The next part is muddled up in the drunkenness of the night, but I got handsy quick as she pulled me close to her. I felt up her sides and snaked my fingers under her bra. Too small for a handful, but so wonderfully soft. She started whispering...

"I want you." "Here? Now?" Smooth, Adam. "Yeah."

She positioned herself on top of me, straddling me while her denim clad legs wrapped around my back. She kissed me harder, and before I understood what was happening, her clothes were coming off. A black and white striped blouse hit the floor with the thump of haste in the middle of making out, her black bra following closely behind. She stopped to give me time to appreciate her nipples, chocolate kisses capping the apex of perky boobs. Wow. It was the second time I stared too long at her chest. I smiled shyly at her and savored a second, brief moment before my lips came into contact with her for the second time.

My mouth reached her tits. In the heat of the moment, I decided to bite gently. She moaned as my teeth clamped at her left nipple. I wiggled my bottom jaw left to right, a move that my ex liked. Lauren seemed to like it too. She was breathy and quiet, whispering my name to me while breathing hard, almost panting in excitement. I could feel my cock start to stir and my heart was beating fast. It was deafening. I smiled and traced my tongue around her nipple, sucked for a second, and bit her again. Gave some attention to righty. The moans were coming more frequently and urgently now. She pulled me up to her lips and we kissed another time, tongues frantically dancing and tracing each other. It was sloppy. I sucked on her tongue before she unbuttoned my shirt. Heat was swelling inside of me. I struggled with her jeans while she deftly removed my shirt. I was bad at this, I realized -- she was only the second girl I've kissed, but she knew what she was doing. Realizing this, I let her lead, and she kissed my cheek and my neck. It was my turn to moan. I grunted into her ear, whispering about how much I liked the feeling of her tongue at the base of my neck, and I felt her smile. I brought her back up to me when I finally got her jeans unbuttoned and she took them off in one fluid motion. It was instinctual to feel her panties. Soaked. I felt my cock stiffen at attention. I put my hand down her panties and chased the feeling. "I've never had a girl, you know," I whispered in her ear. "Hmmm?" "I've never fucked anyone. You're my first." She kissed me with renewed intensity. "Lemme show you what it's like."

She slowed down and let me explore her body more, pulling down her panties at an agonizing pace. She was facing away from me so I had a clear view of her ass and pussy from behind. I never knew how much I liked seeing a woman's cheeks part to her tight asshole until that moment. "Oh my God," I shuddered. "You're insanely hot." She smiled drunkenly at me, and moved to sit in my lap. She reached backwards clumsily with her left hand, felt my cock through my shorts, and smiled as she looked into my eyes. "Hard already?" she asked sweetly. What a tease. She knew exactly what she was doing to me. She grinded her ass into my clothed lower half, slowly at first, and then building up speed. "Take off your shorts. They're in the way."

I have never undressed so quickly. I was seated, down to my boxers now, with a smoking hot woman in front of me, stupid grin on my face. She was facing me, standing. Her trimmed bush stared me in the face. I moved in to kiss her sweet, beautiful, tight pussy... but she denied me. "Not so fassssstt," she said. "I'm gonna to make you beggggg for it." I whined like a puppy, but accepted that we were going to do this her way. She had the experience, after all. She moved closer to me. Closer. So close that I could stick my tongue out and probably lap up at her clit. I could smell her scent now, and I licked my lips, intoxicated. Fuck, I wanted a taste. I waited patiently as she kneeled down and looked me in the eye. She kissed me, and started moving down. She kissed the super sensitive spot between my pecs, moving down across my abs, until... Shit!

I pulled her up quickly as I realized what I was doing. "Lauren, your roommate could be here any second!" I hissed. "So?" she whispered back. "So... I think we should go up to my room if we want to do this. I don't have a roommate." She straddled me and clamped her legs around my back, pulling me into the bed. "How are you gonna leave, Adam? Hmmm?" Shit, I thought. She's fucking hot. ....And drunk. We're both drunk. The realization hit hard. I snapped. "You can stay here if you want, I'm going upstairs. I can't risk being caught by your prude of a roommate." I broke her hold and grabbed my shirt, buttoning it while I looked for my shoes. Where the fuck did they go? ... How drunk am I? She got up, realizing that I was serious, and put her shirt back on. She left her bra on the floor and handed me my shoes. I watched her as she put on hers. She was hurt, and rightfully so. I slowed down this time. She didn't know why I was so upset yet. I apologized for snapping at her. I explained that I was nervous, and I really liked her. I just didnt want to mess that up by fucking her. She smiled at me as she walked forward. She kissed me as an acceptance and I squeezed her ass to let her know that I was still horny. She giggled and made out with me in the hallway.

I ended up carrying her upstairs because she was stumbling over the stairs. "Where are we?" she said as I closed the door to my hotel room. I told her we were in my room. Immediately, she was on me again, making out with me. Fuck! I kissed her back and tried to find an opening to talk and explain my feelings further, but I was entranced by her. She was so beautiful, moonlight shining on her face. "I need to pee again," I told her. She went to the bed to lay down while I was in the bathroom.

"This is wrong, Adam. She's drunk," I said to my reflection. I looked down, exhaled deeply, and looked back up. "You can't do it," the reflection replied. I paused as I thought about it. "Fuck!" I pushed my hair up and sighed. "Let's end this, then." Mustering all of my restraint, I walked out to a horny Lauren and told her I couldn't keep going. She deserved to make this decision when she was sober.

She threw up immediately after I finished talking to her. I spent the rest of the night taking care of her, cleaning up her vomit and contacting the maids for some fresh sheets. I started a bath for her and then I went to sleep on the sofa. At some point, she fell asleep in the bath and woke up sober and afraid. She had no idea what she had been doing and didn't know how she wound up in the shower. After I filled her in, she begged me to sleep in the bed with her since she felt so guilty about being "sloppy." I didn't trust myself to keep my hands off of her. After a lot of reluctance and persuading, I slipped into bed with her. I put my hand around her stomach and drifted off to sleep.

I woke up the next morning with her sleeping in my arms. I woke her up and brushed her hair out of her face. We were leaving for Rome that morning and it was time to get ready. She smiled at me, and kissed me lightly as a goodbye. "Thanks for being so good to me."

On a warm summer night, I prepared myself: "Tonight," I thought. "Tonight is the night." I nodded at the reflection in the bathroom mirror to reassure myself. I looked myself in the eyes again, swallowed once, and walked back into the hotel room. I was grateful for the air conditioning. Sometimes, warm Italian nights can be stifling. I looked away from the window and saw Lauren laying topless in my bed. "Are you ready, baby?"

Part 2 coming soon.