I met her at a house party, in the middle of a proper European winter. The kind where the air hurts your face, and everyone inside is half-drunk on Koskenkorva and bad decisions. She was standing by the fridge, short (maybe 158 cm in boots?), blonde hair cut in one of those sharp bobs that make a woman look simultaneously cute and dangerous. What really stopped me, though, were her breasts: big, round, obviously natural, and fighting for freedom inside a thin, black turtleneck. She had this slightly sleepy, erotic face.

Her name was ... actually, I never learned her real first name. Everyone just called her “Vee”, maybe Eve? I don’t know. She was the designated driver for her friends that night, so while the rest of the party was doing shots, she was nursing a mug of coffee in the kitchen. I wandered in looking for something non-alcoholic to slow my own roll, and we started talking. At first, it was normal stuff (jobs, music, complaining about the host’s Spotify playlist), but the kitchen slowly emptied as people migrated to the living room to scream along to Darude or whatever. Suddenly, it was just us, the humming fridge, and the smell of cold coffee.

The conversation got quieter and closer. She had this low, raspy laugh that did things to me. At some point, I made a dumb joke, she leaned in to swat my arm, and we never quite pulled apart. First kiss tasted like coffee and mint gum. Second kiss, she let my hands slide under the hem of that turtleneck. Her skin was crazy warm for someone who’d been standing in a cold kitchen all night. Her breasts were even better than I thought: heavy, soft, the kind you can lose yourself in. She pressed into me, made this little approving sound when I cupped them, then turned so I could run my hands down the curve of her back, to her ass. Perfect handfuls. Ten minutes earlier, we’d been strangers; now, we were basically dry-humping next to someone’s unwashed dishes.

People started trickling back in for more booze and snacks. She pulled away, eyes shining, and whispered, “We should take this somewhere else.” She suggested her car. She just grinned and grabbed her keys.