The Finnish girl said, "you and I could make good sex"

I spent a semester studying in the south of Spain near Malaga as part of a Florida State program. We had the habit of leaving our village (a resort, not too bad for a night out on its own) for the weekend nights to go into the larger, more vibrant city. Fortunately one of my mates was dating a Swedish bird who (like us) was there studying Spanish, so we had a flat in which to sleep when absolutely necessary.

We normally started in a small pub named "Blanco y Negro," where the standard drink was a 1-litre Cuba Libre for 300 pesetas, about US$2 at the time.

The Friday night in question we had three of these specialties each, then proceeded to our favourite club, Liseo, which was normally packed with Swedish girls, (1 out of 10 people in Malaga is Swedish). We drank many glasses of Absolut and, at some point later in the evening, went to the Swedish bird's flat.

I was sleeping on the sofa and awoke to my mate's girlfriend screaming at me with a mop in her hand. I was still well pissed, but could grasp that she was accusing me of pissing all over her floor. She had stepped in it and now wanted me to clean it.

I found out later from my mate that he had been on one sofa while I was asleep on the other. He awoke to the sound of me pissing on the floor right at the foot of the sofa. He just laughed when his girlfriend stepped in it. Initially she assumed it was just water but, being the mate he is, he told her it was my piss.

Anyhow, I angrily mopped it and yelled back at her a bit. This noise awoke her Finnish flatmate, who came out of her room with two of her Finnish friends in for the weekend from Helsinki. I finished my chore and sulked on the sofa while my mate proceeded to start a heated discussion with two of the Finnish birds. One of them was taking the piss, saying that we were spoiled rich Brits and didn't know the meaning of work, like they did in their lower-class neighborhood in Helsinki.

I stormed over and defended our position in a loud voice. She listened to me and then interrupted, saying, "you and I could have good sex." I immediately forgot what I was yelling about and kissed her. Then she walked in her room, came back to the door and said that there was more than enough room in there if I cared to join.

Moments later I was kissing her on the floor of her room when I felt someone holding my hand. Strangely, both of hers were on the back of my head. I opened my eyes and saw the Swedish girl's flatmate holding my hand, naked. I looked the other way and the other friend was looking over the edge of the bed at me, also naked.

At this point my mate came in and tried to convince me to take the train back to our village. I managed to convince him to go back to his girlfriend's bed first for a while, and come back in a few hours, which he did.

On the train ride home he just looked at me and smiled as, of course, did I...for days!