This was when a "one night stand" was a piece of furniture. My first apartment was in a huge old Victorian mansion in the Garden District of New Orleans. I was a college student and made friends with this young couple who had a primo apartment on the ground floor as opposed to my attic. They invited me to a party, my GF was at school for away so I went, the crowd was a little older, late 20's. I was swilling beers sitting next to this woman who looked like life had not been kind to her.
We started talking, she was making fun of my being a student as if I was some rich privileged kid, but I didn't care. People started leaving, she asked me where I lived, I pointed upstairs, she said "let's go". I was a little unsure about this, I wasn't as virgin, but not real experienced. We got to my apartment, opened up my only bottle of wine and she sat on my bed. We made out for a while, clothes came off and we had some pretty hot sex.
I remember waking up in the morning next to this woman, got up to go to the bathroom, when I came back she said "let's fuck again college boy, then I gotta go to work". We did, I never saw her again or learned her last name.
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