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Initiation
By Jennifer Doalfer
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Doalfer
<<MF, MF, MF, exhib>>


Introduction.

It has been a while since I have used my diaries
as source material for publishing.  As some of
you might know I like stories which are either
real experiences, mostly truthfully translated
and rewritten with publication in mind, or they
are fantasies prompted by real events, showing
in which direction my secret desires lie.

I have decided to dig out the oldest stories
from my diary and rewrite them.  The old diaries
are fun to read, and they make it possible for
me to relive today those experiences, but they
were not written in a very reader-friendly way.
They refer to things that are obvious only to me
and they don't explain background or characters.
All these I am adding as I am translating and
rewriting.  The down-side to that is the
impression is not really that of an innocent,
inexperienced young girl.  I know some of you
would have liked that, but I don't think I can
do that faithfully.  The stories would sound
false.  I think it is better that I write it the
way I do today, and that you know the background
behind the writing of these stories.

What I intend to write about this time, is based
upon my first sexual experiences.  During one
summer vacation I had three relationships, if
you can call them that, which as first
impressions usually do, probably did a lot to
shape my later desires.  Apart from some
dialogue and elaboration of the actual scenes,
the experiences are basically true.


Chapter One

My girlfriend Mary-Ann's parents had a summer
cottage in northern Jutland, the peninsula which
makes up the main part of Denmark.  The cottage
was situated in a plantation area close to the
west coast.   Three other cottages were within
sight and belonged to other parts of the family.
Mary-Ann's father was a retired sea captain who
taught at the Merchant Navy School in
Copenhagen.  During the school holidays he would
be at the cottage, while Mary-Ann's mother still
worked in Copenhagen, only being able to take
two weeks vacation in the cottage.  Mary-Ann and
I used to spend most of our summer vacations in
the cottage with her dad, only interrupted by my
mandatory vacation with my parents.

That spring Mary-Ann had had her first sexual
relationship and felt far superior to me, who
despite being desperate for a similar experience
hadn't found the right opportunity.  We had both
developed a lot during the last year, which was
made very obvious when I tried on my bikini
before going.  My mother insisted I could
definitely not wear the tanga bikini from last
year and went shopping with me for one that was
more decent.  This seemed to satisfy her, but I
still managed to slip the old one along with me,
which I felt would make me more sexually
attractive, which was what I was aiming to be
that summer.

At this point my only experiences were with guys
fumbling with my breasts during parties, and
some heavy petting with a guy from my class at a
sleepover party.  Neither was very satisfying.
I was, however, becoming very aware of the
attention I got from the older guys at parties.
They were all falling over themselves to be with
Mary-Ann and me.  I think the guy Mary-Ann had
been with had told his friends, who now all saw
her as an easy prey.  Seeing I was her best
friend and always with her, they probably
thought the same of me.  At the last couple of
parties before the summer vacation, I had been
chased by several rather attractive guys a
couple of years older than me, who, I could feel
from their erections when we danced, would very
happily have initiated me into the wonders of
sex.  But, for me the situation was never right.
I didn't want to get Mary-Ann's reputation, and
I felt the guys were not going for me, but just
for an easy conquest.

When we arrived at Lykken, as the place was
called, I decided to let go of any hesitations.
There was nobody here that I knew, and I wanted
to have experienced a sexual relationship before
going back to school, so I wouldn't be
desperate, and go with just anybody and be sorry
later.

I remember that summer as being one of the
warmest and sunniest summers for years in
Denmark. We spent practically every day at the
beach or at least in the sun.  When there were
northerly winds the sand would blow parallel
with the beach, and it was better to spend the
day sunbathing at the dunes outside the cottage,
and only go to the beach for swimming.  We soon
found a number of good friends that we saw when
we went to the campsite disco in the evenings.
We were only about one kilometre away from a
large camping site, mostly occupied by Germans,
but also with a lot of Swedes, Norwegians and
Dutch people.

Before long Mary-Ann had found herself a
boyfriend, with whom she spent quite a lot of
time.  I could have joined in along with his
friends, but they were a rather rowdy lot who
didn't really much appeal to me.  I soon knew
she had slept with him.  Sleeping is perhaps not
the right word, because she didn't bring him
back to the cottage, and she didn't stay over in
his tent, rather they seemed to disappear to the
beach area during the evenings at the disco, or
go into the plantation with a couple of towels
during the time we were at the beach.

It was close to being unbearable for me.  She
kept talking about how fantastic he was, how big
his dick was, where they had done it and so on.
Also she was quite openly masturbating at night
without bothering to hide it for me (we shared
the same room in the cottage).  I had tried to
do it as well, but felt really uncomfortable
with Mary-Ann present. At that time I had never
experienced an orgasm.

After some time, however, I slowly started
getting interested in one guy.  His name was
Jorgen and he was half-Danish and half-German.
He was not a guest at the campsite, but he was
the son of the owner.  He worked summers as an
attendant, but unlike  the other attendants,
being his father's son, he had time available as
he only did the tasks which he liked, and he
didn't want to work on the evenings when the
disco was open.

I had felt his attraction to me one evening when
he was actually serving in the bar at the disco.
He was being very friendly and chatty with me,
and went out of his way to be the one to serve
me.  I felt flattered by his attention, but
didn't think any more of it, as I was looking
for a guy to be with for the evening, who
potentially could be with me for more of the
vacation, and I didn't see how an employee at
the campsite would have the time available.
However, maybe because I knew (or thought) he
wasn't a prospect, I was more relaxed towards
his advances and maybe teased him a little by
bending over the bar, knowing he was looking at
my half-exposed breasts, and laughing when he
actually commented on them.  I almost felt sorry
that he was 'only' a worker at the site, because
he was attractive, witty and obviously very
interested in me.

At some point he appeared at my table, now
dressed casually (not in the campsite yellow T-
shirt), asking if he could sit with me.  Mary-
Ann was off dancing, and I was trying to fend
off her friends who thought they could all
fondle me the way they did her, so I was very
pleased to say yes.

"I really like your dress," he said, "even
though there isn't much of it.  Or, maybe, on
the other hand, that is exactly why I like it."

I blushed, feeling silly with the way I had
treated him at the bar.  The dress was indeed
rather small.  It was a very short, loose,
flowery summer dress with bare arms and a funny
large collar which half hid the fact that it was
open down the front to below the breasts.  It
was quite decent, but was also very easy to slip
aside or to appear to fall open when I wanted it
to.  Right now I definitely didn't as I felt his
eyes peer down my front.  I looked down and saw
that the collar was open, revealing half of a
sun-tanned breast, only just hiding my nipple.
I quickly pulled it shut, blushing even more.

"I have noticed you and your friend here the
other nights. Where are you staying?  I haven't
seen you at the campsite, even though I have
tried to look for you."

"Why, have you been looking for me?", I asked.
I guess I knew, but he said it in such a
seemingly artless manner,  as though I had
dropped something and he was looking for me so
he could return it.

"Well," he said, with a slight hesitation,
"first because I think you are very attractive.
Secondly because I have seen you with your
girlfriend the last couple of nights and it
seemed like you might want some different
company, which I would love to provide."

I had stopped blushing, but I loved every word
he said.

"You are quite right, I would be happy with some
different company,  but how can you get time for
that when you work here?"  I had to get this
sorted out. I would love to be 'entertained',
but I couldn't see how he could manage that.

"I only work when I want to.  My dad owns the
campsite. I am here, mostly on vacation, but
when I am bored I help out.  With you I am sure
I wouldn't be bored, so I just wouldn't work
when we could be spending time together."

I felt silly again.  My little-rich-girl
background was letting me down again.  As long
as he was 'just' a worker, I couldn't see myself
with him.  But now it was okay. Something
clicked inside me.  I grew all warm, knowing
this was the guy I wanted for the summer.

"Well," I said coyly, "what can you do to
entertain me?"

"First you can dance with me," he smiled and he
stood up.  I was aware of his eyes on my front
again as he pulled me up by my hand and the
front slipped open once more.

I had mixed reactions.  My first reaction was to
pull it closed. On the other hand, it was
probably this dress which had first attracted
his attention.  If it was the view of my half-
exposed breasts that had got him interested in
me, then I should probably let him look.  I had,
after all, chosen to go dancing in this dress
especially because I knew it was rather
revealing, so why, all of a sudden, was I
suddenly being shy about it?

We talked as we danced, about Mary-Ann, my
school, his own studies.  He was two years older
than me and was studying law at the university.
He was going to be here for another month before
going south with a couple of friends for two
weeks mountain climbing.  A quick mental
calculation revealed that he would leave a few
days before my parents came to get me for our
vacation in Norway. I guess that was good
enough.

We spent most of the evening talking and dancing
and before long I was totally gone.  I was just
so afraid that I wasn't making the right
impression, and that there was going to be
nothing after this.  But it didn't seem that I
had any need to worry.  During the slow dances,
I let him move in close.  I felt hot, my dress
clinging to me.  I wished he would kiss me,
touch me or something, anything to give me a
chance of not rejecting him so he would know I
was willing to go further than just dancing with
him.

At one point during a close dance I was sure I
felt a hardness in his shorts.  I purposely
stayed close, even when he appeared to attempt
to move away.  When the dance ended we continued
dancing slow even though the next song was a
faster one.  But he moved a little away from me
looking down at me.

"You are just so pretty," he said, looking at me
as if wondering where I had suddenly come from.
"I don't understand how you could have been here
a whole week, and not ended up with one of Mary-
Ann's friends."

I knew he was looking down my front again.  I
had to go for the kill .

"That's because I haven't found anybody like you
- until now." I couldn't believe I had found the
courage to say that.

He smiled and pulled me close again.  This time
there was no doubt about what was digging into
me.  He wasn't trying to hide it any more.  I
lifted my face and looked at him with the look
which girls have and which means kiss me, now.
He did.  Not just a small friendly kiss, but a
hot, searching kiss, which soon turned into a
heavy, tongue kiss which I eagerly returned.
His hands were at the side of my breasts, the
thumbs getting close to my nipples. I wanted
them properly on my breasts, but didn't know how
to get him to do it, without it seeming too
obvious.   However, when it was almost closing
time, he pulled us apart and looked at me.

"Jenny, I am going to see you again after this,
aren't I?"

I would have begged for it on my knees.

"I would like that very much," I said.

He looked relieved.  I put my arms around his
neck, but stayed at a distance so he could still
look at me.  He had a dreamy look on his face.
He just kept looking at me.

"Please," he said, "let me go to sleep with this
picture in my head."

I thought he was just thinking about me in
general, but suddenly he put a finger on my lips
as if hushing me. He ran his finger lightly over
my lips and I kissed the finger back.  Then his
thumb ran down over my chin, down my neck down
between the two collars and between my breasts.
I looked down to see what he was doing, but
didn't stop him.  I guess he was waiting to see
if I was going to, but we were in a corner, me
with my back to the dance floor, which was
practically empty by now.  Quickly he moved his
thumb to the side, sweeping the material away
from my breast, running his thumb under my now
exposed breast towards the outside of it,
forcing the material completely away.  I gasped
as I looked down and saw how exposed I was.  He
looked at me to see my reaction, but all he saw
was my own dreamy expression, definitely not
wanting to stop him.  His thumb now ran up the
outside of my breast, and once he was sure the
material stayed to the side, he let his thumb
slide inwards, touching the nipple which was
rapidly stiffening.  He finally grabbed my
breast with his whole hand and pulled me in
close while he squeezed it.  It just felt so
good.  I happily let him rub his hard dick
against me as we kissed.  We only stopped when
the bright lights came on.  He quickly covered
my exposed breast and looked all guilty.

"I'm sorry," he said with an embarrassed
expression. "I couldn't help it."

"Don't worry, I couldn't help letting you do it"
I smiled back at him.

He followed me all the way back to the path that
led to the cottage.  Mary-Ann was just kissing
her friend Soren goodbye.  He had his hand on
her bum under her skirt, but she didn't seem the
least bit embarrassed about it when we came
along and saw them.  Jorgen gave me another kiss
goodbye, but we didn't feel like displaying our
feelings in front of Mary-Ann and Soren, so we
kept it a decent one.

"When will I see you again?" I said, wanting to
make sure the question was asked before we
split.

"The sooner the better, but I have promised to
work tomorrow.  I can change that for future
days, but not for tomorrow with such short
notice, but I will be here at the disco again
tomorrow, and I will only work until you come.
Is that okay?" he asked, as though that might
not be good enough.

"Yes, that is fine, but I would like it if we
could be together at the beach sometime.  It
gets very boring around Mary-Ann and her
friends."

"Sure, I will change my schedule, so I have
nothing on for the next couple of days.  And I
will only work when you, for some reason,
haven't got time."

With that promise and a final little kiss I ran
after Mary-Ann who had already started walking
down the path ahead of me.


Chapter Two

I spend a sleepless night dreaming of Jorgen and
listening to Mary-Ann's uninhibited masturbating
under her sheet.

The next day we stayed at the cottage because of
the wind.   With none of Mary-Ann's friends
around I enjoyed the opportunity to go around
topless. Not that I usually mind that, but her
friends were not the least shy about commenting
on my breasts and staring at them, to the extent
that I found it quite annoying.

Around the cottage there was only Mary-Ann's
dad, Harry, who had, however, been seeing us
topless all our lives, so I thought that didn't
really matter.    A combination of the wind and
my thoughts of the night before, however, kept
my nipples in a constant state of erection,
which I became suddenly aware that Harry had
noticed as well.  I guess it's one thing in
small kids with flat chests or even small
teenage buds, which in previous years hadn't
seemed to bother him, but now I noticed him
looking away whenever I saw him looking at me,
as if he felt guilty staring at me.  It was a
strange sensation.  He was obviously old enough
to be my father, but the thought that I was able
to walk around, not having to hide or feel shy,
and still have him watch my breasts, actually
excited me more than I would ever had thought
possible, if anybody had asked me.

Mary-Ann was extremely nosy about Jorgen.

"Tell me more about last night. Why are you so
secretive?  I have told you everything about
Soren, why can't you tell me about Jorgen?"

"There really isn't anything to tell," I tried
to convince her.  "We danced, kissed a bit and
had a good time."

"Didn't he try to grab your tits or anything?"
she wanted to know.

"Yeah, a little." I didn't want to tell her more
than that.

"Soren can't keep his hands off my breasts," she
said half in a dream and half boasting.  "He
doesn't even care if his friends are watching.
It seems like he likes to let them watch my
breasts when he plays with them.  Even though
they have all seen them at the beach, it is
something else when he is showing them off.  It
just makes me so excited that I can't wait until
he takes me outside for a quick fuck on the
beach.  Last night we went outside twice in one
evening.  The first time he could hardly wait
until we were at the beach.  He is so impatient
when he gets really excited."

She was already getting off again from telling
the story.  I don't know if she told me to boast
or to revive the memory of the evening.

I was wondering what I would do if Jorgen wanted
to take me to the beach.  I didn't really think
I would have liked my first time to be a quick
fuck on the beach, but I wouldn't have minded
trying it some time.  I was dreaming, dozing off
while Mary-Ann kept talking.

The evening finally arrived.  Harry had made a
fantastic dinner, and been liberal with the wine
and the drinks, so we were already quite tipsy
when we arrived at the disco.  Mary-Ann was
quite happy to be late, as she thought it fun to
tease Soren a bit, but I was worried about
Jorgen.  I didn't want him to think I wasn't
coming, but Mary-Ann kept laughing at me,

"For someone who didn't do anything to you last
night, you sure seem very eager to get back to
him," she teased me.

I knew she didn't believe nothing had happened.
Especially since I had asked to borrow a top
from her.  This was the top she said Soren loved
to lift up to show off her breasts.  It was a
loose, white lace top, which only came two
thirds down the front.  Mary-Ann's breasts were
heavier and sagged at bit so they almost were
visible under the bottom of the top.  That
wasn't a problem for me, but I wanted it because
my breasts were so much more easily accessible
under the loose bottom, and I was just dying to
have Jorgen touch them again.

Jorgen practically threw down the cloth he was
using to clean the desk and ran over to me when
he saw me.

"I thought you weren't coming," he said, with
relief in his voice.

"I am really sorry," I said, "I couldn't get
Mary-Ann out of the house, but I am here now and
I am all yours."

We found a table, had some drinks and talked a
lot.  Finally I stopped him and dragged him onto
the dance floor. Soon he had his arms around me,
running his hands up my back.  He was nowhere
near my front, but his hands were soon all over
my bare back and had me so excited I couldn't
wait for them to move to the front.  I eased a
bit away from him and looked around to see if
anybody was watching, or if I could move his
hands to my front.

Not only was there somebody watching, it was
Soren and all his friends at a nearby table,
with Mary-Ann in the middle, staring at me with
amused looks on their faces.  I couldn't
understand why it was so interesting that I was
dancing with Jorgen, until Mary-Ann made a move
as to lift up her own front of her t-shirt. I
looked down and realised why Mary-Ann had liked
this top., I hadn't noticed because it was so
loose, and it was so warm in here, but when
Jorgen ran his arms that high up my back, the
front of the top lifted as well, revealing a
good part of the lower curves of my breasts.  I
couldn't see how much from where I stood, but
from their reactions, I expect they could see
most of them.

I got quite angry. I had especially not liked to
lie topless on the beach with them around, and
here they were staring openly at me again.  I
grabbed Jorgen's hands and pulled them down.
"Jorgen," I whispered," they are all staring at
us, let's go outside."

The wind had died down and it was a nice and
warm evening.  We went down to the beach.  I
knew Jorgen was wondering why we were going down
here, if I was really going to take him to the
beach like a lot of the other couples did.  But
we just held each other's hands walking along
the beach, talking about friends and us.

We came to a small wooden suspension bridge.
Jorgen stopped me halfway across it.

"Stand still," he said, " and you can feel the
movement of the bridge.  It is not the wind and
even if you stand completely still you can still
feel it moving.  I have always wondered what it
is that makes it move."

I stood against the banister looking out over
the sea.  I could clearly feel slight movements,
which felt like somebody was on the bridge,
fucking, but there was nobody else in sight
anywhere.

Jorgen moved up behind me and I leaned against
him.  He kissed the back of my neck, while his
hands moved up under the top cupping my breasts.
I moved my bum against him and could clearly
feel his dick against me.  I moved my head
around to meet his mouth, but I didn't want to
turn around.  I liked the feeling of his full
hands around my breasts and being able to rub
against his dick.  Before long we were kissing
hungrily and I could feel the frustration of the
last couple of days wanting out.  I lifted my
arms over my head, and soon after Jorgen got the
hint and lifted the top off me.  I could feel a
light, cool breeze hit my hard and erect
nipples.  Now I turned round wanting Jorgen to
have a good look.  He only looked for a short
while then he was kissing me again, and only
very lightly running his hands over my breasts,
up and down my back, grabbing and squeezing my
bum, driving me wild.  I hardly noticed what was
going on until I felt my shorts around my
ankles.  I stiffened.  I wasn't sure that was
what I wanted yet.  Jorgen pulled me away from
the rail and ran a hand over my buttocks.  I was
dying to be touched, but afraid where it might
lead.

"Jorgen, stop," I whispered.  He did, but
hesitantly, waiting to continue.

"Jorgen, please. I . . ." I hesitated.  "I have
never been with a guy.   I would like very much
to do it, with you I mean.  Just not now or
here."

"I . . . I'm sorry . . . I didn't know."  He was
stumbling for words as well.  "I thought that
was why you wanted to come down here. But . . .
I am pleased that you don't want to.  I mean, I
obviously want to very much, but I am also happy
you are not one who goes to the beach with just
any guy you meet."

"Believe me, I am so confused. I really like
you, and I would like to go to bed with you, but
can we please wait for the right time and
place?" I asked.

"Jenny, I am so mad about you.  I wouldn't do
anything you wouldn't want me to do.  Tell me
when the right time comes or rather allow me to
keep trying and then just tell me if it isn't
the right time for you.

I gave him a quick kiss as confirmation of our
pact.  Then I grabbed my shorts and pulled them
up again, very aware that Jorgen was staring at
my hanging tits. Starting back towards the
campsite, I had my top in one hand and I put the
other one around him.  We walked slowly, while
he kept playing with my breast and kissing me.
When we got within viewing distance of the
disco, I stopped and pulled the top back on.

"They probably think we did it on the beach," I
said, almost feeling sorry that we hadn't.

"Let them think what they want," Jorgen
answered, hugging me tight. "but I wish, that
one day, after you have found the time is right
for you, that we could come down here and really
do it.   I know lots of people do it, but I have
never done it, and it seems like something is
missing if you haven't."

I was about to promise him, when Mary-Ann yelled
at me.  She must have been to the beach herself,
because she came down from the dunes with Soren
following her.  She came up to me and pulled me
to the side wanting to know 'what it was like'.
She certainly didn't believe me when I told her
nothing had happened, but then again I didn't
expect her to.

All four of us went back into the disco.  Jorgen
was being polite and asked Mary-Ann for a dance
so I ended up dancing with Soren.  Even though I
didn't really like him very much, there was
something fascinating about him.  He certainly
made a girl aware she was a girl, because he
openly commented on my looks, sex and what he
felt about me.

"You just looked so sexy when you danced with
Jorgen before you left.  I really got a hard-on
when I saw your tits appearing under the top.
If Jorgen hadn't taken you to the beach, I would
have loved to have done it," he said, quite
unabashed.

He also had his hand on my back trying to lift
the top, and as I pushed him away, he managed to
sweep his hands past the outside of my breasts,
just barely missing my nipples with his thumbs.
I had no intention of doing anything with him.
It was Jorgen I had in mind, but I couldn't help
feeling a bit flattered, and as my frustration
was growing all the time, I probably didn't do
enough to show that I wanted him to stop.

"Don't you have enough with Mary-Ann?" I asked
him.

"Nothing is never enough," he answered."  And
somebody with tits as beautiful as yours gets me
hard in no time, no matter what I feel for Mary-
Ann.  Try and feel".

Before I really thought of what he was doing he
had taken my hand and placed it over his dick.
I wanted to move it away, but I was fascinated
with the way I had made him so obviously hard.
I couldn't help it, knowing how Mary-Ann had
kept talking about how big he was.  I closed my
hands around it through the thin material of his
shorts.  He was obviously not wearing any
underpants.  I couldn't believe how hard and
thick it was.  I should have let go immediately,
but I couldn't. I could feel it grow, and get
even bigger and I just kept on, as in a daze.  I
heard him grunt and felt his hands moving up my
front grabbing my breasts, squeezing hard, as if
urging me to squeeze him harder as well.   I
shouldn't have, but I did.  It was now
stretching the material hard, pushing into my
stomach.  He was breathing heavily and so was I
as his fingers rolled my nipples hard.  I
finally got to my senses and let go of his dick.
I hesitated a second, before reluctantly
removing his hands from my breasts.  He moved in
for a close dance, rubbing his dick against me.

"Anytime you want to get fucked by this, just
let me know," he managed to whisper as the song
ended and Jorgen and Mary-Ann came over to us.
I easily slipped into Jorgen's arms and danced a
quiet dance with him, wondering what would be
the size of his dick.  I couldn't wait to find
out.

I arranged with Jorgen to meet at the beach the
next day, and went home with Mary-Ann.  I
couldn't sleep.  I should have been dreaming
about Jorgen, what we had done, and if, maybe,
tomorrow we would get the right opportunity.  I
did dream about it, but the dream kept being
interrupted by flashes of a giant dick towering
in front of me, and Soren's offer that any time
I wanted it I could have it.

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