I met so(m)eone on an airplane and got (f)risky | 2016

This story has no sex in it, just letting you know. I was only 17 at the time and still a virgin, so I was too innocent to go there. But I want to write about it anyways.

When I was in high school, I was pretty studious and not very popular. There were guys I liked but they were either in a different clique or too shy to ask me. Or maybe I just seemed completely unapproachable. That was probably it. One Summer, my parents let me visit my old friends in Europe when I was 17. I was to fly alone.

I was extremely excited about flying alone. The freedom, the independence. Nobody knowing who I am. I put on a tight dark purple t-shirt that was kinda low cut so that it showed off my large chest and a little bit of cleavage. I also made my hair wavy because I thought that was so cool at the time. I felt fucking sexy. I said goodbye to my mom and passed through security. I was free. Nobody here knew I was a geek. I feel a rush. Anything could happen. I am on an adventure. I sit down in front of the gate. Not long after I spot a cute boy. Tall, curly blonde hair, blue eyes, handsome facial features. He was lean but not too skinny. I felt his gaze upon me. I looked him in the eye and smiled and then looked away. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him looking at me some more. I felt so free, confident and sexy. I smiled and looked him in the eye again. I would be too shy to do such a thing at school but I was free now. I felt his gaze on me the whole time and I was happy.

Boarding starts and I find my seat. It turns out the cute boy and I are in the same row! There was an old lady sitting between us though. The boy introduces himself to both of us and starts chatting with me. Turns out he is also 17 and an exchange student going back home. The old lady senses the teenage lust and kindly offers to switch seats. I am still ever so grateful to her. She must have understood. Now the boy, who I will call Max, and I were sitting next to each other such that I was at the window and he next to the aisle.

We chatted and flirted. He was super flirty and these types of guys never approached me at school. I loved this attention and flirted back. He had these Skittles and we would play with them and feed them to each other as you can imagine some teenagers would do. The sexual tension was extreme. Our flight attendant was this old french guy. He came by asking if we wanted drinks. Max requests some wine and wine was served. The flight attendant laughed and chatted with us a bit. Throughout the flight, he was dedicated to keeping both of us liquored up. As soon as we would finish one of those little bottles and he walked by and saw it, he would automatically bring more. It was like it wanted us both to get shitfaced. Or was on Max's wingman or something. Or maybe for his own entertainment. I have no idea how many of those little bottles I drank but I was drunk halfway through this flight. Max makes a joke about hooking up in the bathroom. I laugh at his joke but I suddenly want it to be real. I am drunk and horny as fuck. I want it to be real! I had only kissed one boy before. I wanted to taste him. I wanted to be sexual. I tell him that I am game. He says ok. At this point I am not sure if we are joking anymore. He gets up and grabs my had. We are holding hands and walk down towards the bathroom. People are looking at us. He both enter the bathroom. I think the french flight attendant saw us. As soon as the door closes, our faces collide. He tastes so good and his kisses feel so nice. Way better than my first kiss. If I wasn't drunk and infatuated with him, I would have been worried about how to kiss properly. But he was so confident and I could follow his lead. It was all so natural and easy. And delicious. He grabbed all over my ass. Then he propped me up on the sink and started feeling up on my chest also. We kept making out intensely. It was very intense for me. This was new territory. If this happened to me now, I would totally want to go for mile high club, but back then I was not ready. I got a bit nervous and told him we have to go back. We went back to our seats. Continued to drink, cuddle and hold hands for the rest of the flight. On the bus from the plane to the airport we cuddled, kissed and held hands more. And chatted. To strangers we must have looked like a couple. His hands felt so nice and his touch made me wet. When we got to the airport I was too drunk to find my gate for m6 connecting flight but Max found it for me. We made-out all over the airport. We tried looking for a secret spot but none could be found. Max had a different flight to catch. We exchanged email addresses and had our final goodbye kiss. I never saw Max again. We emailed each other almost daily for a few months though.

As I was waiting at the gate, I felt high off adrenalin, wet and horny. I also felt confident and sexy. I never felt like this at school. I was desirable. I looked around and I noticed men and boys checking me out. Out of the blue, another boy/young man approached me. He came out of nowhere and struck up a conversation. He was also cute. I couldn't believe it! But he sat nowhere near me on the plane so nothing happened. Then I fell asleep on the plane and made it to my friend's house.

I thought about Max daily for a long time. We continued to flirt through email. It died off eventually though. We talked about how if we were ever travelling through each other's cities, we would continue this. It has been almost a decade now though and we never crossed paths again. We have each others FB. Last I looked at him, he has grown even hotter. A perfect 10. What a lucky girl I am.

After this crazy experience, I knew I did not want to live a normal life. I wanted a life full of adventure and seized opportunities. I realized how boring my life was and what it could be if I just made myself more approachable and took some chances.