On the last night of the Football World Cup, France Vs. Italy, I brought her back to my room and began to work my magic. Low and behold, she had her period. After some frustrating discussions, all amazingly translated by her lovely friend, we decided it would be best if we just waited until she returned from Monaco. With a kiss goodbye, my amour was gone. Meanwhile, since our only way of conversing was by way of E-Mail, i spent many nights hanging with her friend/translator. At first it was completely innocent, however, after many nights of chatting online and eventually hanging out for fun, I began to feel the sexual tension with her friend the translator. We became inseparable, i loved hanging out with her, yet i still loved my girlfriend. Though after some of the most amazing nights of my life, walking around Paris, sitting and watching the sunrise over the Eiffel Tower, i couldn't take it anymore.
It was the night before my birthday and, selfishly, i just couldn't send the E-mail to my girlfriend to call it off yet. I had decided it would be best to do it after my birthday so we could all have a good time and I wouldn't spend it with a part of me being so sad. Later that night our translator/my new amour, surprised me with a midnight birthday party with my band. I of course was thrilled, and spent half the night emptying bottle after bottle of cheap red wine at Le Champ de Mars. Little did i know, that the night had just begun.
Re-enacting many of our half ass songs on the walk home, my band decided to call it a night which left me alone with my, seemingly oblivious, new found love. Then on the last flight of stairs following her up to her appartement to say goodnight, she paused then turned and just stared at me. After what felt like a life time, she leaned forward and hugged me like she did every night, but this time we couldn't let go. We hugged for what felt like an hour, or was it a second? I leaned back to try to tell her something but her lips locked with mine, we bagan kissing ferociously. I couldn't stop, and neither could she, i felt so loved my legs went limp. We laid together right there on the staircase. After sometime had passed we couldn't hold it in anymore. She was sitting, in a short skirt, right on top of me, and finally asked me to pull my pants down. I felt it was wrong to cheat but, being inebriated and feeling so much lust, i couldn't resist. She slid down as i felt the pressure on the tip of my penis break through her "cherry" and with a small whimper she dropped down on me. We slowly made love for the longest time, it was love in my heart.
Little did I realize that the sun had come up and the morning was beginning. We continued until we heard a door open and shut and just as i turned around an angry french man came barreling towards me screaming all the known French profanities. It was her father! I rolled out of the way and bagan running, penis out and everything, passing two neighbors who had looked to see the commotion on the stairwell. I kept running out towards the street and was pelted in the back of my head with a rock. With all the adrenaline i continued racing out of there pulling my clothes together as best i could. After calming down and smoking down a cigarette, or five, I laughed to myself and couldn't help but feel that it had been the best night of my life.