German-Italian girl

[Midas touch]

I had another American couchsurfer girl staying with me. She was cute, not hot, but cute enough...

On the first night, I took her out to the local bar where I always go, where everyone drinks outside in the street.

An old student of mine was there with his work colleagues. He looks and acts like Jack Black. That's no offence by the way; I love Jack Black.

He bought me a beer and then introduced me to his work mates, one of whom was a feisty half German half Italian hb9. I introduced them all to my couchsurfer.

A bit later into the interaction, my old student pulled me aside and told me, "If you are interested, my female colleague is available. You have to decide between the two."

I said, "Why, has she said something?" He just nodded. I said, "Yeah, I like her, but I have this couchsurfer staying with me right now." (Damn Murphy's law).

Ironically, I had just tried to die my hair blond the day before and it has turned a weird ginger colour, so I couldn't look like more of a cunt right now, but here I was with two women competing over me.

The hb9 bought a round of Jägermeister for us all and was skinning up joint after joint. She seemed quite a character.

A bit later, I was sitting next to hb9 and my student suddenly linked arms with my couchsurfer and said to her, "So, you and I are going to take a little walk, while I go to get something to eat.

She looked terrified and said, "What's going on." I told her, "Chill, he's a nice guy, he won't do anything, you can go with him and he'll bring you back after."

When they had gone the hb9 turned to me and said, "Was that something to do with you? Because if it was, it was pretty juvenile; the poor girl hasn't a clue." I thought, "Whoops, busted!!!"

I said, "I don't know anything about it. I thought maybe Alessandro wanted to try his luck and I don't mind, she's just my couchsurfing guest, she's not my gf or anything."

We were sitting, having a laugh and smoking a joint, when a female cockblock that was sat to our right started chewing hb9's ear off. I felt myself slipping out of the frame, so I quickly said, "Come on, let's go for a walk; my head's spinning a bit from those joints."

We walked for a while and to pass the time I did the five questions game/joke and caught her out on the last one. She found it funny so I tried to do the cube, but she made it impossible by coming out with ridiculous or smart ass answers to everything I said.

As I was talking she was just nodding, and smiling as her face was coming in closer. Then I just thought, balls to this and pushed her against a wall and snogged her.

We walked back to the bar and my student and my couch surfer came back. After a while, my student left and then so did the hb9, leaving me alone with my couchsurfer.

I had given the hb9 one of my business cards with my number on it but for some lame reason I didn't get her number; I just forgot to ask.

I went back to the flat with my couchsurfer and we opened a bottle of French red wine that my couchsurfers from Paris had brought me. We drank that, played card games, and then made out. I was going to take it further but she said she was tired. But she still asked me if I wanted to sleep with her in the same bed. So I did.

The next morning we made out again, but when I tried to take it further, she said that she wanted to get ready to go out. I took her around Palermo on my scooter.

When we got back she was acting strange and made up some weird story about having booked into a hostel weeks before and then having tried to cancel it but that the cancellation hadn't been successful so she had to go and would call me later to hang out.

I just shrugged and said, "Okay, whatever." She left and I never heard from her again. She must have a bf or something and just remembered.

Immediately, I texted my old student to get him to ask the hb9 if I could have her number. He texted right back with the number. I texted her and said, "I asked Alessandro to ask you if I could have your number. I hope you don't mind. Would you like to go out for a drink with me tonight?"

She texted back to say, "Tonight I am busy, but tomorrow yes."

We met the following evening and went to get something to eat. I was pretty strapped for cash as I'd just put down the deposit on a luxury apartment I'm moving into next month. The German-Italian hb9 insisted on paying for everything!

After we had eaten she took me to a bar that sells different types of whisky; we had a few Talinskers and Laphroaigs. This girl drinks like an Irish/English person.

She was constantly throwing negs and shit tests at me; it was hilarious. She was asking me, "What the fuck colour is your hair supposed to be?" and pulling it. She also told me, "If you hadn't have texted me I would NEVER have called you, not after those terrible jokes you told me last time. " Then she said, "Oh you're Italian is actually quite good. The first time we met, I thought it was shit. I asked myself, how the fuck does this guy do translation?" I just laughed every one of them off and high fived her. I genuinely found them funny.

She talks loads, which I love. It made things a lot easier for me. All you have to do is be a good listener.

After a while she smiled and said, "Wow, nothing gets to you does it?" I just shrugged and grinned. "I'll find a way to get you mad in the end," she said. (I think the meditation's starting to pay off guys!) Then I just kissed her. She paid up and we left.

I asked her if she wanted to go back to mine, she said, "I'm not that easy." I said, "Oh, you think you're the prize do you? You're not the prize, I'm the prize."

We went to another bar and made out for the rest of the night until it was time for her to go home as she had work the next morning. I think she was highly tempted to just go home with me there and then though.

I texted her the next day to see if she wanted to go to an Irish restaurant with me to eat steak and potatoes. She said yes, if I promised to let her go home early this time.

We got a huge steak for two people, with two pints of Guinness and a Bushmills whiskey. I think a nice bloody steak is quite an aphrodisiac. The bill came to 70 euros and she insisted on paying half of it.

I said to her, "Drink up and we'll go back to mine." She looked at me and said, "Why? Do you want to show me your butterfly collection?" I said, "No." She said, "Why should we go back to yours then?" I looked her straight in the eyes and said, "To have sex."

She thought about it for a moment and then said, "What makes you think that I'm going to have sex with you?" I said, "Well, I don't want to be presumptuous, but at least I'm being honest about my intentions." (You can actually just say this outright and it seems to go down very well)

She downed the rest of the whiskey and said, "Let's go." We went back to my house and fucked until the sun came up. I must have made her have about six orgasms.

When it was my turn I said, "Where do you want me to come?" She said, "Where do you want to come?" I said, "On your face and in your mouth." She replied, "Then do so..." Great!

I actually quite dig this chick; she has a great sense of humour. I think the thing that sealed the deal for me wanting to see her again was when I told her that my great great grandfather was killed in the first world war and she burst out laughing and said, "HA HA take that! It was probablly my great great grandfather that shot him!"

She also died laughing when I said, "I'm sweating like Hitler when he got his gas bill." What a feisty bird! I may just give up PU and marry her. I'm glad Phil doesn't live in Palermo, he'd love her!

[Refl3x]

Im seriously digging these adventures

in future dont ask to cum on chicks face, just do it !

Her: Nothing gets to you does it
Me: Does it look like i give a fuck, now shut your face and eat

[Midas touch]

She's treating me like a king, I keep waiting for Jeremy Beadle to jump out! This rocks!