Charlotte

What on earth was I thinking?

Seriously.... when was this a good idea to continue travelling with Campbell through Europe over the next three months, just before he gets married!

I must be out of my mind to continue with our trip!

"We're going to be late if you don't get your backpack downstairs in the next ten minutes," I yell walking into his closet to grab the pile of clothes he's stacked on top of his dresser.

"Why do guys need so much time to pack anyway? All you need is a pain of jeans, shorts, swimmers, some t-shirts, a jacket, underpants, pyjamas and a couple of pairs of shoes. It's not like you need makeup, hairdryer, handbags to match your shoes."

"We're backpacking not five star Princess and you know I don't wear pyjamas," Campbell smirks at me while I'm handing him items to pack in his brand new, bright blue backpack.

"How not to blend in dude. Why on earth would you buy a bright blue backpack?"

"It's Crystals favourite colour so when I look at it, I'll think of her everyday."

I cringe.

"Does she know we'll be sharing rooms and your not packing pyjamas?"

"Oh yeah, good point. Did you pack yours? I'll wear your bottoms and you can wear the tops."

It's pretty sad that he knows I like wearing men's pyjamas right? But after my first disastrous breakup, Campbell came over to my dorm with a tub of cookies and cream ice cream, which of course is my favourite, and a box of tissues.

He spoon fed me ice cream and hugged me all night as I sobbed into his favourite grey Oxford rowing t-shirt, eventually falling asleep in his lap.

Not pretty but necessary, Paul was a prick. He dumped me so he could shack up with his sisters best friend as they went to the same college. Unlike me, I'd selected Harvard. Well actually, they'd selected me, not Paul.

"Toiletries dude or are you also sharing mine? I have a nice fruity shampoo that will make your hair smell delicious."

"I thought we were roughing it? Kidding. I've already packed them. They're stuffed in my shoes."

That's clever. Why hadn't I ever thought of doing that. Using my shoe space to pack things in. I'll definitely be hiding some of my shopping in my shoes on this trip.

"So our Uber will be here in five. I'll go meet him downstairs in case you need some time to call Crystal to say goodbye."

"Nope. We're all good. We had an all night session last night. She fucked me five times just in case and gave me her panties to take with me. See, they still have her...."

"If you're going to pull these out everyday on our trip and sniff them, I think I'm going to throw up!"

Double cringe!

Who gives their boyfriend, sorry I stand corrected, their fiancé their dirty underwear to take on a three month backpacking trip through Europe to remind them of sex!

Seriously!

Well... I guess with a name like Crystal.... what can I say.... no class!

"Cool. Let's go then. I've pre selected our plane seats in case our upgrade doesn't come through and I've downloaded some movies to stream on the train trip to Florence. It's two and half hours ride so I'm hoping I'll sleep on the train," I sign as I follow Campbell down the flight of stairs to the front door of his brownstone.

I'm useless at sleeping on flights. Useless unless I'm medicated, and one of us has to be sensible on the flight. Guaranteed if we get upgraded, Campbell will get drunk so I'm preparing for a worse case scenario just in case.

"Did you download my movie requests? I sent you my list last night, just before Crystal start to suck my...."

"Oh. That makes sense now. I was wondering why you wanted 'blonde buxom beauties sucking ....' and....

ARE....

YOU....

KIDDING....

ME!

HELL NO!

Download your own porn! I'm not having that stuff on my IPad."

"You're no fun. If I'm not allowed to fuck anyone for three months I'll get blue balls so what am I going to use as inspiration to get myself off?"

"I'll take you to a strip show in each city. Take you and leave you I mean. Will this make you happy?" 

I've never known a guy to have as much sex drive as Campbell.

Or partners.

Since the first day we met, he's always been juggling girlfriends or hook-ups. He'd go home with one and wake up with another. I'm sure it's his Scottish accent.

That gets them every time.

More American than Scottish these days unless he's out to impress.

I wonder what makes Crystal so special? Why does he now want to settle down with her?

She's pretty I guess. A little too much makeup and skimpy clothing for my liking. She looks more like a Jersey girl than a Manhattan girl and she's pretty thin with no curves or breasts which I've always thought was strange, especially for Campbell.

He's definitely a breast man. That's how we met. He's mates bet him to grab my breasts to see if they were real.

'Of course they're real you idiot. Who has money for Harvard as well as purchasing new breasts!"

Since that night in the bar we'd become friends. Campbell had spent the last year of high school on an exchange program and loved the States so stayed and transferred his advance admittance from Oxford to Harvard.

We'd met at a local bar after orientation. A bar packed with men.

Campbell marked his territory by grabbing my breasts. Unfortunately this action warned off all other suitors so we drank beer and played pool for the rest of the night.

I might have also grabbed his crutch and said, 'So is your big boy real too or did your daddy pay for an extension so you could earn back your trust fund?"

Naturally I had a good feel of his crutch while I was down there. He definitely has a good size package, not that I've ever gone there or have any intention of going there in the very near future.

Cringing beyond belief now!

Who'd want to be another notch on his rowing ore. And yes, he keeps records of all the girls he's fucked. He proudly displays it above his fireplace in his lounge room.

"You'll come to at least one sex show with me? I'll look like a pervert if I go in alone," Campbell turns his head around to face me to give me his prize winning smile. The one with his dimples, luscious kissable lips curled allowing his mouth to slightly open showing his perfect white teeth. Then, he follows with a smouldering deep eye stare that can knock any women right off their feet.

"You know that look doesn't work on me. Save it for the cabin crew. I want an upgrade on our flight!"

"You got it Princess. I'll work my magic on both sexes just for you."

"Of course you will."

It's true. Even men fall weak at the knees when he pulls out his charm. This is how he passed English Lit. Professor Goodman was gay and took a fancy to Campbell. An A minus without even turning up for half of the lectures.

"You're such a prick tease to both sexes. You know that right?"

"If you've got it, share it Princess. It's always been my motto. Now what type of car is our Uber today? You booked UberX right?"

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