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Chapter 1

    “Ladies and gentleman, we will be landing soon. Please place your seat backs and tray tables in the upright position, and have your seat belts securely fastened.”

    I opened my eyes, still groggy, and looked around. I must have dozed off for a little bit. One of the Italian flight attendants walked by and I watched her perfect ass sway back and forth as she checked people’s seat belts. She could check anything she wanted on me, as far as I was concerned. If she was the typical woman they had in Italy then it was going to be a very, very good summer.

    I had lots of choices for where I could do my semester abroad, but my criteria for choosing was pretty simple: I wanted to maximize my chance for losing my virginity to a woman. Nobody back home knew I was a lesbian and that was just fine with me. Italy, with its nude beaches and laid-back lifestyle seemed like the perfect fit. And if not, I could just hop on the train somewhere. Like maybe Amsterdam. I heard they had lots of lesbians there so that could be an option if I got to the end of the summer without getting laid. But hopefully it wouldn’t come to that. Either way, my first trip to Europe was going to be amazing.

    Once we landed, I collected my bag and filed off the plane with the rest of the people. At the exit, the sexy flight attendant was saying good bye to everyone, and when I passed her she gave me a smile and said, “Ciao,” then winked. I felt my face turning red but I managed to return the smile before I hurried off. Had I already missed a chance? That smile seemed like it was more than normal. It could have meant, “Hey sexy american, why didn’t you finger fuck me in the bathroom?”

    She probably was just smiling like that at everyone, I told myself.   No reason to get depressed about missed opportunities before I’d even set foot in the country. There would be plenty of chances. I just had to be patient.

    First things first, I needed to find my host family. I’d been exchanging emails with the mother. Isabella was her name and her English wasn’t that great but she seemed nice enough. It was her and her husband and their two children who were about my age. She had all my flight info and told me she’d be waiting at the terminal for me. I looked around as I entered the crowded airport, not sure how I was supposed to find her. There were hip Europeans everywhere and I was immediately struck by the amount of men carrying little purses walking next to smoking hot women. If these guys could land women like that while they were carrying a man-purse then surely I would be golden.

    There was no sign of Isabella yet. Mrs. Basso I guess I should call her. Or Signora Basso or something. I’d have to find out how you were supposed to refer to her. But actually I didn’t even knew what she looked like so even if she was standing right in front of me I wouldn’t know it.

    After I got my bag and made my way through customs, I started looking for Isabella.

    A woman dressed in a tight, white dress showing off her cleavage caught my eye and I tried to nonchalantly look at her without staring, something I’d been working on lately. Her dark hair and perfect olive-colored skin were what I’d imagined Italian women would look like when I’d signed up for this. There was a man in a black suit next to her holding a card with something written on it right. She was looking around and I could’t help but notice her amazing breasts as she did. Then she looked right at me before I had a chance to turn away. Shit. I was so bad at checking women out.

    She walked towards me, smiling, the man following close behind, and I felt the familiar warmth in my face as the blood rushed to the surface, letting everyone know I was embarrassed. Why was that even a thing? It made no sense. How could my ancestors have an evolutionary advantage by blushing? I looked down and pretended my shoe was untied and bent down, quickly loosening the laces before I fumbled