Norway

Before I even knew it, I was dancing with Anette from Norway. Talia was that good. She had coached me on what to do, and as we swayed in time, I rehearsed my script. Small talk, keep it light. Keep close, but not too close. Let her know that you're interested, but don't be a creep. Then, when she starts to lean in to you, kiss her, gently, and let her come to you. Then, when you've got it going hot and heavy, ask her back to the hotel.

A mixture of lust and nerves filled my gut. The lust, I knew, was from the girls I still wished I was dancing with, my friends. Why had I agreed to this?

Anette was pretty enough. Tall, taller than Talia, slightly more plump than her, but with smaller breasts. Her hair had a luminescent yellow-golden color, which matched her strapless, pink tube dress to a "t". The dress accented her bust, her flared hips, and her flat stomach. She wore white, retro go-go boots, and left her pale legs bare. I reminded myself that I was lucky to dance with her, that a year ago I would have killed to. Oops, small talk. Right.

"So...was this your first trip to the States?" Stupid question.

"No, I have traveled all over the volrd. This is my foorth time in the United States."

Her words had a distinctly foreign flavor, rounded and pleasant. Friendly.

The name of the game was confidence, which is a fancy way of saying that you start talking about stop thinking, and hope to get lucky. "And you've decided to keep your accent?"

She giggled. "Oh yah, yeah. Boys find it irr-rezistable."

"Is that right?"

"You're the one grabbing my ass."

My hand had slipped. "Oh jeez! Sorry."

"Don't apologize. You're not the first man in history to get fresh."

"That's a little outdated."

"I love old movies."

She had me pretty well charmed by now. This is what Talia wanted to happen, right? Maybe she knew that it could never work out between us, and wanted to find me someone more realistic. Wait, that didn't make any sense. Anette would be gone before graduation.

"Hullo? Are you in there?"

"Sorry. I'm awfully distracted tonight."

"I know. I saw you dancing vit your friends. They are...striking beauties. You are lucky to have them."

She was dancing closer to me now. The smell of her lotion filled my senses. Coconut? It was difficult to keep from imagining myself helping her apply it, to her back, to her thighs...the girls had gotten me so horny I couldn't think straight.

"I have traveled to five continents, and eighteen countries. Since I vas sixteen, I have enjoyed the company of men from these places. But until now, I have never had the pleasure," she pulled me even closer, inches from her rich, full lips, "of an American boy. Vhat do you say to that, hm?"

Her brazen proposition stunned me. Had Talia known that she was...what? Playing international bingo? Somehow, this all felt scripted, and Talia was cackling into her word processor.

Anette could obviously feel my growing erection, and she encouraged it along with her thigh as her lips hovered before mine. Resistance was useless. I met her lips in a passionate kiss, our tongues suddenly intertwined. I wrapped my arms around her waist, willing her closer. Animal lust was taking over now, for me and for her, and I knew that if I asked, she would come back to the hotel with us. Then, she would be there with the girls, with me, and the girls. But I wasn't stopping the kiss, my hands, her hands. Simple biology.

She broke the kiss, and fixed her green eyes expectantly on me.