The Charming French Man

I work for a chain of businesses involved in customer service. I was relieving at a different suburban branch to where I normally work and made friends with my new colleague, Melissa. She had moved here from interstate after a particularly difficult break-up and was feeling a little bored and lonely. "I hate going out with my friends, they're all couples and I feel like a third wheel," she told me. "Well you should come out with my friends and I as we're all single." She agreed to come out that weekend, I was looking for a distraction as I was missing Adam, even though we had seen each other only about four times, and as my friends don't seem to have the staying power to keep partying till dawn, I had the feeling that Melissa could be my new party friend. We had several drinks at numerous different clubs and then made our way to our final destination, which was a club that was filled with tourists, looking for a good time. It had a bit of a reputation, but everyone always had a good time. Melissa and I were making our way to the dancefloor, when a man with very dark eyes caught my gaze. Before I go any further, let me tell you about "The Look". The first time I went out looking for a man after the break-up, Jenni taught me about "The Look". If there is someone that you like in a club, keep looking at them. Wait, and eventually they will make eye-contact with you that is when you smile, then look away briefly and look back, whilst still smiling (coyly). If they are still looking they will be smiling back and that is your opening, or generally, if it's a guy, they will come to you. And that's it in a nutshell - trust me, it NEVER fails, it works for both guys and girls and eliminates the random approach and corny line. You can all thank me later. Anyway, I did "The Look" with this dark-eyed man. He had rather nice-shaped lips as well, I noticed as I looked away and looked back with a smile. I was dancing and felt someone edge their way around me, and then the dark-eyed man was dancing with me. Before I knew it he was kissing me, not just kissing, but biting and drawing my lips into his mouth. I knew that if he kept this up, I was going to have to go away for workplace training the following week with huge, swollen lips - not a good look. Other than that, I was enjoying the kissing. We went to the bar and he bought me a drink. He could hardly speak as he was recovering from a mild cold, but I noticed his broad french accent. He told me his name was Jean Paul, but I could not understand much else that he said. He invited me back to his place, which was walking distance from the club and I decided to go, because I was intrigued by his unique kissing style. He was insatiable, it was definately one of the most unusual and mind-blowing sexual experiences of my life so far....
I awoke the next morning at about 11am. I thought, "hmmm, there is something important about today." I jumped. I had to be on a plane in four hours for work and I haven't even started packing, and doing it with a hangover sounded extremely unappealing! I caught a cab and went home and threw unremarkable bits of clothes into a suitcase. I had no idea what I packed, but I guess I would find out when I unpacked at my destination. Jean Paul and I exchanged numbers and agreed to meet when I came back.
In the meantime, The day before I met Jean Paul, I decided to have an STI check as Adam, as well endowed as he was, split condoms and once it actually came off inside me. Whilst I was away for work I received a call to make an appointment to see my doctor at my earliest convenience.... this did not sound good, and what about Jean Paul? We used protection, but I was dreading any awkward conversations that I may have to have....

Till next time...
Ann xx