Daniel had never told me, about what happened and went on in his bed. He was a very reserved gentleman, or there was nothing to tell. I gave him an encouraging smile.
"Two items you can put off your bucket list. Casual sex and sex in a public place. You're not hopscotched."
Daniel struck out at me and I cleverly avoided.
"Do you really have a bucket list for sex?"
"Maybe... and if you're nice, I'll maybe tell you what's on it," I teased him.
"I might even come back to that," he threatened playfully.
After check-in, we sat down in one of the bars, had a long drink and watched the hustle and bustle at the airport.
Daniel
As we sat in the airport bar and had a long drink, I thought about Alex's appearance and became jealous. He was self-confident, charming and had no inhibitions about approaching strangers to make new friends. That's how we had met at one of Svenja's parties, he had approached me and got involved in a conversation. I had never dared to do that. He was one of Svenja's friends, with whom I got along right away and liked him immediately.
Together we had moved around the houses more often and a friendship had developed from this. He, the party-loving daredevil and I the reserved henpecked.
Maybe I could learn something from him in the next few days and loosen up a bit. I would not always be so lucky, that the women approached me, it was time, to finally take the initiative myself.
Alex had noticed my look and looked at me questioningly.
"Maybe you can show me a thing or two this weekend? You know, how you meet your dates and all," I printed around.
He looked at me in surprise and nodded briefly, we drank our drink in silence.
"Let's drop off the luggage and get through the security check, then we'll have a little drink before we go," he suggested.
At the check-in, there was not much going on and it was our turn quickly. The stewardess, a pretty blonde, gave me a friendly smile when Alex handed her the tickets.
"You fly first class, you didn't have to wait. There's an extra check-in for you."
I looked at my ticket first and then at Alex. He suddenly acted all innocent and busy as if nothing had happened.
"Please use exit D. I hope you have a pleasant flight."
"Why the first class? It's only a two-hour flight," I asked Alex.
Alex twisted his eyes annoyingly.
"Because we can afford it. It's time for you to enjoy your life. The money is for spending, you can't take it with you in the end anyway. So, let's go out and have fun."
"But for a flight?"
Alex looked at me angrily.
"Stop. We're not discussing this. My party, my music. I invited you, and it's going the way, I want it to go. If you don't like it, you can always turn around and go back to Mommy."
He was pissed and let me feel it.
"With Svenja..."
"Was it different, yes yes, I know. But Svenja is no longer there and that's good," he interrupted me immediately and pushed me to the security gate.
"You desperately need more alcohol, was the fuck so bad, you're still so uncomfortable?"
I couldn't think of a suitable answer to this question and I did the only right thing, I kept my mouth shut.
We quickly passed the security checkpoints and headed for the next bar. Hardly had we the glasses in the hand, Alex cleared his throat briefly.
"You need to clear your head and be open to new things. That's why we're going to Rome. Svenja is history, besides that, many hot chicks would be happy, if they could get a date with you. You just don't get it, and now drink."
Alex
That quite a few guys, including myself, also wanted to have sex with him, I concealed at that moment.
He had been through enough in the last days and weeks and needed a nice weekend to get his mind off things. If this required women as well as a lot of alcohol, I was willing to make this sacrifice. Above all, he had to become a little more self-confident. The rest of the time we spent with casual small talk and more long drinks. When it came to boarding, I was decently drunk.
As soon as we had made ourselves comfortable in the plane, we were surrounded by very eager stewardesses, who wanted to read every wish from our eyes. I emphasized again and again that my best friend Daniel is single. In addition to excellent whiskey and coke, Daniel also received a note from the pretty brunette. I complacently toasted him and was amused by his reproachful look. After only a few long drinks the plane started its landing approach. Finally, we were in Rome, we had quickly passed the security gate and fetched our luggage.
"We're taking the train, aren't we?" Daniel asked and looked around searching.
I shook my head briefly and pointed towards the exit. The drivers of various hotels were standing there with nameplates and waiting for guests. Daniel suddenly laughed out loud and pointed to a sign.
"Mr. Ron Hole and Mr. Cuni Lingus, what joker called himself?"
I steered the man with the sign purposefully towards him and greeted him.
"I did that," I grinned at Daniel.
He was speechless and just shook his head. Surely our driver guided us through the crowd and brought us to a fancy limousine, that was waiting for us outside. Daniel looked at the car with awe and got in. Inside, a chilled bottle of champagne awaited us.
"Very romantic," Daniel grinned and poured us a drink. I shrugged, the champagne was part of it, whiskey was not on the menu.
The limousine drove off, Daniel looked out of the window and watched the landscape, he looked happy and satisfied.
"So, what hotel are we staying at?"
"Let me surprise you, you'll love it."
I told him nothing more.
Finally, we
