Pretty soon, we were lying naked on the bed. He traced his finger along my body while we kissed, and very quickly, his hand traveled to a place where it had been before, and it felt amazing… I knew something would happen. Something different, something more than before. Something I was probably prepared for at age eighteen… but of course I was also scared of what would happen. My mother had told me, when we’d talked about this once, that it would really hurt. But I really wanted Alessandro, and I had a vague suspicion that it might not hurt after all. It just couldn’t… at least not as much as she’d said it would. How incredible, I thought, that I had gone from a complete mental breakdown in Budapest, to absolute happiness in Naples.
Alessandro took out a condom. Luckily, the girls and I h
