A Shemale Vacation Part 1

I was eighteen, naïve and horny. After graduating from school a group of us decided to head to Europe for a last trip before having to enter our real adult lives. It was a chance to get completely drunk and have lots of wild sex. At least, that was the idea in our simple teenage minds. As for me, wild sex was something I wasn't exactly familiar with. I was still a virgin and I was pretty determined that that was about to change on this trip. Fortunately, for me, the first stop on our journey was Amsterdam, a place where any kind of sexual pleasure was available for whoever had the money to pay for it.

There were four of us together on the trip. Josh was the de facto leader. He was the one that had suggested and organised the trip. He was a bit pushy in terms of making all the decisions for us and wanting things to always go his way but, given the rest of us were quite laid back about what we did provided there was a promise of drink and sex, then we were mostly ok with that. He was about six foot two, thin with short dark hair and thick rimmed glasses.

Olly was the most laddish of the group. He was always the one pushing for people to misbehave and play pranks. He was also the biggest drinker and partier out of all of us and always had an eye out for good looking women who tended to brush him off. However, he had got a fair bit of action just by his confidence and persistence. He wasn't great looking, being somewhat stocky with slightly ginger hair and a just developing goatee beard.

Harry, however, was always popular with women due to his handsome masculine looks and sculpted body. He was a decent guy but sometimes found the attention from women frustrating, especially as he had a long term girlfriend, Ellie. He was determined to stay with her despite the two of them going off to different universities that September. He had agreed to come on the trip to spend time with us and to get all the drunk partying out of the way so he could lead a more settled life on getting back home.