Lola, 32

What do you do?
I'm a nursing student. I think guys are into it, the whole nursing thing. I think they think it's hot, the whole nursing fantasy. I went out with this guy who was a total sex addict — like, literally could probably be clinically diagnosed as a sex addict. He was like, "All I want to do is for you to come straight home from the hospital in your scrubs, and I want to rip off your scrubs and it's just going to be amazing and sexy and hot." I am gross when I leave the hospital. I am disgusting, I have germs all over me, and he was begging me, but no. I did have sex with him, but not in my scrubs. It's hard to have sex in scrubs. MRSA, you know? I was told that you can't have sex in the hospital because you'll get MRSA vagina. That's gross. I'd never have sex in a hospital. I know a couple who met in a hospital and now they're dating, but I don't know anyone who'd had sex in a hospital.

Where's the craziest place you've ever had sex?
This doesn't sound that crazy, but I had sex in a pool but there were other people around. We were having conversations with other people while we were fucking. It was kind of gross, actually. This was with a boyfriend. We'd been together for four years at the time.

What's the biggest age difference you've crossed in bed?
I actually have both ends of the spectrum. When I was twenty-six I slept with a forty-seven-year-old, and when I was thirty I slept with an eighteen-year-old. I met the eighteen-year-old when I was in Aruba. We had sex on the stairs on the beach the third night of my vacation. There were probably security cameras everywhere, but whatever. We finish, and I go to get my bag — which has my underwear in it — and it's gone. Somebody stole my purse while we were having sex. It was really embarrassing, because then I didn't even have a key to get into my hotel room, so I had to go to my parents' room and tell them that my purse was stolen on the beach and I couldn't get into my room. And the worst part was that my dad said that we had to make a police report. I tried to talk him out of it, but he was like, "No, your driver's license is in there. That's a big deal. We have to make a police report." So I cancelled my phone and all that, but the officers in Aruba were asking me what was in your bag. I give them the list, my license, my room key, lip gloss, perfume. They kept asking "What else?" and I tell them maybe a few dollars? I didn't have that much money on me, but they weren't satisfied and kept asking. I'm standing there with my dad, and I'm holding back with everything I have inside of me to just say my panties are in my bag, because I'm expecting at any moment for them to pull the bag out and be all "Are these yours?" and hold my underwear out in front of my dad. At that point I was praying, "Please don't have my bag," but they didn't. They thanked me for my statement and that was it. Thank God.

Where are you from?
I'm from New Jersey, but I lived in Miami for twelve years. It's interesting. When I was in Miami I went through a crazy dry spell. I moved here, and initially I was not into the New York scene, but I would go back to Miami to visit and I was the hottest thing in the entire world. I went to Miami, and I was out one night in Fort Lauderdale and met a guy at a bar. We were making out in the bar and he said, "Come with me for a second," and we walked into the alley and he asked me to give him a blowjob in the alley. I just started laughing. No way was that going to happen. What the fuck, man? But it was great — I am so hot in Florida.

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