I lived in London for most of my childhood and then moved away when I was 15 to Sydney. A year later I come back with my family to visit. While over, we met up with one of my sisters old friends (this girl was proper fit) and her mother at a coffee shop. I was sitting there talking to her and my sister and was starting to receive some hints that she was into me. At least I thought. Anyway, we left and that was that. I thought about it for the next few hours, like most 16 year olds would, and then moved on - thinking about stupid shit like getting damascus on cod or something like that.
About a day later, she follows me on Twitter and sends me a message. We chatted for a bit and then left it at that.
This was all in January. I then went back to London in December after I finished school. University in Australia starts in March, so I had 4 months off. On the plane, I recall what happened last time, and, being a teenager, continue to think about her until the stopover. In Dubai, I swing her a text, ‘hey, I’ll be back in London tomorrow for a week, wanna get some coffee somewhere on Sunday?’ This message took me 20 minutes to figure out, I know, pathetic. She responds while I’m in the air and I see her message at Heathrow. I don’t recall it perfectly, but it went along the lines of, ‘sure, I’d love to (then a suggestion of a place and time - no idea what it was). I’m fucking beaming at this and don’t stop thinking about it.
A few days later, I meet up with her for coffee. We’re at a Starbucks in Chiswick. We talk for a while, the general shit, all of the ‘so how have you been?’ kinda stuff. She was pretty confident socially, which led me to admire her even more. Anyway, after a while, she tells me that I’m cute. I go bright red, I’m internally screaming. I then return the compliment and she blurts out the million dollar question: ‘do you wanna have sex?’ Just like that. Never expected it. I say, ‘of course,’ odd response I know, but when you’re 17 and horny as hell you don’t know what to say. All I imagine is her naked basically.
We leave the Starbucks immediately and I go get us a hotel room at some average place. We couldn’t go back to hers as her mother was home and I was staying with some family friends in Wimbledon. So I fork out £140 on a room and we go up. It was magical, for about 7 minutes. We stayed the night there and rented ‘Patriots Day’ on the telly. Both our families were under the impression that we were staying with ‘friends’. The next morning we went at it again. Keep in mind I was a virgin just before it so twice in the space of 12 hours was the best thing in the world. After that, we texted a bit for a few weeks and then barely ever talked for months. My sister never knew about this, and will NEVER know. Unless she reads this. Fuckkkkk.
I go back to Sydney and continue with my life. Met up with her a few more times in London whenever I returned for the next couple years but then ceased when she got a boyfriend. I now am simply Facebook friends with her.
Sorry for the lengthy response, but I like to reminisce about it time to time given it was the moment I lost my virginity and a pretty direct approach. I’m now 20 and will finish university at the end of this year. Moving back in 2021. Maybe something will happen again, I’ve no idea, but there are plenty of fish in the sea. Plenty. Have a good week lads.