Episode 1- Virgin Pizza

I lost my virginity next to an Italian restaurant, to an authentic Italian. (What can I say? I have good taste). I was what most people would call a late bloomer, most girls don't wait till they are 19 years old, but my situation was not exactly by choice. Trent was just one of those guys, he did not talk his way into your pants (or leggings in this case) the way most guys do. He did not wine and dine you, he friend-ed you into it, using sweetness and trust to place himself right where he was at his best; between your legs, and boy was he the best *coughs*. Anyway, it was an eventful evening, not really as i had planned the losing of my virginity (a soft white bed, with roses and champagne) but in some way, more realist and romantic. The swings floating in the breeze at the park next to the car, and the light of the "Open" sign from the restaurant streaming through the windows. You know what they say about blondes in cars with boys.....bon apatite!