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From: Jennifer Doalfer <doalfer@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} (*) (MF,exhib) Initiation by Jennifer Doalfer - part 2
Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 15:10:05 -0500
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Chapter Three

I met Jorgen at the beach the next day.  He knew
exactly where to find us as we were always at
the same place, where we had put up a beach
volleyball net next to some overturned boats,
providing some shelter from the usually strong
westerly winds.

I was very pleased to see him as Mary-Ann, Soren
and his friends were already there playing beach
volley and wanting me to join in with them.  I
had put on my much-too-small bikini for Jorgen,
and really didn't want to play in that.  It was,
indeed, very small.  The triangles covering my
breasts were no more than 3 inches across and 4
inches high, which meant that it felt like it
just covered the nipples and aureolas but not
much more. The bottom part was almost worse,
there being no material in the back and only a
small triangle in the front barely covering the
pubic hair that I had trimmed down to only a
tuft above the vaginal area.

I had been very conscious of its small size when
I put it on, but even if I hadn't I would not
have been able to forget it when Soren and his
friends noticed it.  Even though Mary-Ann was
running around topless, it was me they were all
watching.  I shook involuntarily as I thought of
what it would be like if I had joined in their
game in this bikini.  This bunch of guys had no
inhibitions, they openly fondled Mary-Ann's
breasts every time they landed on top of her
after they all had thrown themselves at a ball.
Mary-Ann just screamed, but didn't give the
impression of one being displeased with the
attention.  If I had wanted to have my breasts
and bum caressed or squeezed, all I would have
had to do would have been to join in the game.
But I didn't.  I had decided I wanted to make
love to Jorgen today, and I just couldn't wait.

We went for a quick swim. I loved the way Jorgen
looked at me, even though I knew I was also the
object of attention from everybody else on the
beach when I returned in the skimpy bikini,
which now wet, was also transparent.

We sat  back a bit watching the game.  I
snuggled up against Jorgen, sitting between his
legs resting against him.

"I honestly don't understand why you are wearing
a bikini top when Mary-Ann isn't.  Your breasts
are so much nicer than hers.  And with that
bikini top it doesn't make much difference
anyway."

As he was talking I could feel his dick
hardening, pressing into my back.

"It is just that those guys keep staring all the
time," I said.

"Do you mind?" he wanted to know.  "They
probably stare more at you when wearing that
bikini. It appears so provocative".

"I don't really mind now you are here.  It is
not that I mind them looking, I just don't want
any of them to come over and start anything.
I'll take it off if you want me to," I offered.

"I do. I would like to sit here and look at
you."

I bent forward a bit and undid the bow tied at
the back, slipping the top over my head.  Soren
and some of the others looked, but didn't stop
their game.  I didn't care if they did look.  I
leant back again noticing that Jorgen's dick had
got much harder now.  I wished I could grab it
like I had grabbed Soren's yesterday.  I looked
down and watched as my nipples hardened from the
thought.  Jorgen kissed my ear.

"You have the most fantastic breasts.  I find it
very hard just to sit here watching.  I feel
like playing with them and with you."  He was
already running his hands up and down the sides
of my breasts.

I wanted him to go further than that as well.  I
took the newspaper I had put down when Jorgen
arrived and held it up in front of me as if
reading, shielding my breasts from the view of
the players.  Jorgen wasn't slow to catch on,
and soon he was running his fingers very lightly
all over my front.  I was pressing myself back
against him, moving slightly against his
straining dick.  My rocking movements made the
bikini bottom dig into my pussy, making me all
dizzy with excitement.  Jorgen was caressing my
nipples, kissing my earlobes and whispering in
my ear.

"I don't know when or where you think would be
right for your first time, but I hope it won't
be long before you decide, because I can't
wait."

I rubbed harder against him, involuntarily
sliding down a bit, spreading my legs a little
to make the bikini dig harder into me, not
caring that my juices were probably very obvious
as they turned the bikini material transparent
when wet.

"I don't think I can wait much longer either," I
sighed as his fingers started to roll my
nipples, squeezing them slightly.

I had kept the newspaper so low that I could see
over the top, and now I realised that the game
was over and they were all returning.  Jorgen
also saw it and stopped playing with me, but I
couldn't get the top back on before they came
over so I just put the paper away, pretending
not to notice how they stared at me.  After a
while though, it became too much.  I just
couldn't relax with them staring at me.  I got
up, knowing very well that it just gave them a
better view, but at this point I was only
concerned with hiding my wet pussy.

"Come on Jorgen," I said, "lets go up the
cottage and see if we can get some lunch, I am
starving."

I took the beach towels and wicker basket in
which we had drinks and sun cream, grabbed
Jorgen's hand and resolutely walked off towards
the dunes and the plantation, separating the
cottage grounds from the beach.   I think both
Jorgen and I just wanted away from these people
and to be ourselves, more than actually eating.

We had only just reached the path in the
plantation that led to the cottage, when Jorgen
stopped and turned me against him for a kiss.  I
leant hard against him.  I could clearly feel
his dick grow as we were kissing.  As Jorgen
moved me a bit away so he could play with my
breasts, I managed to slip my hand down between
his legs, grabbing his semi hard dick. Before
long it was straining hard against his trousers.
I was dying to pull them down and have a look.
I pulled myself together.  We couldn't stand
like this, here on the path.

"Come Jorgen, I know where we can go," I said as
I dragged him along.

A couple of hundred meters further down the path
there was an opening in the pine trees.  On the
other side of a small dune there was an elevated
area of soft sand.  It looked a little like the
crater of a volcano, where you could get into
the volcano.  Here you could lie on beautiful
soft white sand, and still be surrounded by a
two foot wall, which when you were lying down,
would shield you from view.

I dragged Jorgen over the edge, quickly
spreading the towels on the sand and lay down.
I looked at Jorgen still standing at the edge.
His dick was still straining to get out.

"You mean it's now?" he asked, with a mixture of
anticipation and nervousness.

I just nodded.  My mind was made up.

He came over and knelt next to me bending over,
kissing me and running a  hand lightly up and
down my front without actually touching any of
the parts I wanted touched.

I turned over on my side facing him.  I
stretched out a hand gripping the top of his
shorts, pulling them partly down.  I could then
get to look down enough to see the hairy base of
his dick, but then it caught.  Jorgen helped by
pulling down at the sides, until his dick jumped
free and immediately started to rise from a 45
degree angle until it was almost straight up.  I
studied it in fascination.  I had never before
seen a 'live' erect dick before.  I could
clearly see the blue veins and the shiny blue
head oozing a droplet of lubrication.  I was
sure it was far from the size of Soren's, but it
was still a terribly arousing sight.

I stretched out a hand, touching it, making it
jump a little.  I ran my hand over it, spreading
the lubrication over the whole head.  Jorgen
gasped and squeezed my breast with one hand,
while the other slid down between my legs.  I
was shaking as I realised where it was heading,
but soon I forgot all about it and about
Jorgen's dick, as his fingers slipped the bikini
material aside and touched my wet pussy.

I let out a loud sigh.  I had tried to touch
myself there before, but I had always felt very
self-conscious about it.  I had been so
frustrated with Mary-Ann masturbating in bed at
night.    I had wanted  to experience the same
feeling, but even though I liked the sensation
of the touch, what my fingers actually felt, the
soft, wet, mushy flesh, distracted me so much
that I always stopped, frustrated and guilty.
Now I had the sensation without experiencing the
feeling of my fingers and I was going mad.

I lay on my back again, bending and spreading my
legs.  Soon Jorgen found the material of the
bikini bottom too much of an obstruction.  He
tugged at the ties indicating I should lift my
bum, which I did.  Even though it was a hot day,
it felt cold when the light breeze touched my
wet lips.  Jorgen moved a bit to reach down to
my feet, getting the bikini off my feet, and
when I looked up again he was on his knees
between my legs.  He ran both hands up the
inside of my thighs at the same time, and when
he hit my pussy, one hand separated the lips,
while the other gently played with my clit
poking out between the open folds.  I sat up,
stretching my hands behind me so I could see
what he was doing.  I had never really looked
down at myself like that.  It felt oddly exposed
having a guy looking at you while you sat like
that, but accepting it gave a strong feeling of
a close bonding between us.

I was getting very excited, but I also realised
I was supposed to return the attention, and not
just be on the receiving end all the time,
however much I liked it.   I looked up at
Jorgen.  He looked strained. I sat up holding my
hands behind his bum, and found his dick right
in front of my face.  Again, I ran a hand over
the head and felt it jerking at my touch.
Jorgen put a hand on it, pressing it downwards
pointing right at my mouth.  I had seen enough
porno magazines and even some films to know what
he wanted.   I wanted to do it to him, but had
no idea if I could.  It looked very big, and it
was a strange feeling putting it into my mouth.
I ran my tongue around it, wetting it carefully.
It tasted of salt water.  Not bad at all.  I ran
my tongue up most of the length of its
underneath side, before I slipped it down again,
opening my mouth wide and slipping in the head.
It was big but I had no problem doing it; I had
been afraid I would gag on it, which would have
been a bit of a showstopper.  Jorgen was
grunting with pleasure.  It was nice to know
that something I did had that effect on him.  I
pushed it further into my mouth.  I could take
it about halfway down then I could feel the gag
reflex and stopped. I tried to form a hard 'O'
with my mouth, sliding his dick in and out as
far as I could.

"Jenny," he grunted and held on to my head to
stop me. "You don't have to take so long
strokes, just concentrate on the head. The best
feeling is just when your lips pass over the
ring around the head.  Suck a bit so the lips
touch the head harder and try just to keep your
lips passing over the ring."

I was glad to receive his instructions, for I
really didn't know what to do.  I thought I had
to simulate a vagina and seemed to have heard
stories about girls being able to take it 'deep
throat'. But I was happy just to do small
movements, so I didn't have to gag.  I sucked
hard and made sure my teeth didn't hurt him.  I
must have done it right, because he got more and
more excited.  He was breathing and grunting
more like in pain, but it took a while before he
stopped me.

"Oh god, Jenny, you've got to stop or I will
come in your mouth." He sounded as if he didn't
want me to stop at all.

He lowered himself down resting his bum on his
heels, looking at me.

"I have some condoms in my wallet.  I think it
is time now, don't you think?"  It wasn't so
much a question as an obvious statement.

"You don't have to worry about a condom.   My
mother realised more than six months ago, that I
was getting close to my first sexual experience,
and didn't want me to end up pregnant.  She was
very open about it and took me to the doctor for
a prescription to go on the pill.  I have been
taking it regularly for five months now."  I
could see the relief on his face.  I know guys
don't like to fumble with a condom at the most
sacred moment.

I lay back down on the sand again, offering
myself to him. He leant over me, kissing my
stomach, my breasts and my neck.  He moved his
knees back, lowering himself onto me, kissing me
passionately in the process.  I didn't realised
how close his dick was to my pussy, until I felt
it sliding around trying to find the entrance.
Jorgen rolled over on one elbow and used the
other hand to guide himself into the right
position, placing it just at the entrance, or
maybe half an inch inside.  I couldn't really
tell.  I was just overcome with the awareness
that I was now going to experience the joy of
lovemaking for the first time.

Jorgen looked into my eyes as he slowly went
deeper, until soon I felt it stop at my hymen.
It was a funny, frustrating experience.  I
wanted so much to feel him inside me, but I knew
I still had to overcome the fear of  the pain.

"Stop me if it hurts," Jorgen said, with concern
in his voice.

I just nodded and felt him pressing harder and
harder.  All of a sudden there was a short sharp
pain, much less than I had feared, and then I
felt him sliding all the way in.  I was so
relieved.

"Are you all right?" Jorgen asked when he was as
far in as he could get.  I felt his pelvis bone
meet mine and I moved slightly to get into a
position where it would touch my clit, but I
couldn't seem to manage.

"Yeah, just don't stop.  Keep going".

He did.  He worked hard at it.  It was nice, but
I kept thinking where are the bells and whistles
that were supposed to be going off?  The most
enjoyable part was the fact that we were
actually doing it, that I had submitted myself
to him.  But, I thought, I was supposed to feel
an oncoming orgasm and that I was supposed to be
screaming with joy.

After some time Jorgen ran out of steam and
slowed down.

"Move over," I said guiding him off me.  He
collapsed on his back next to me with a wet,
blue dick pointing up in the air.  I sat across
him and tried to guide it into me, but only
managed when he held it upright and I could
lower myself down on it.  This was a different
feeling.  I could slide forward a bit each time
our pelvic bones met, stimulating my clit a
little.  I sat upright, leaning back, holding my
hands on my heels.  Jorgen could reach my
breasts and played with them as I started to
work hard.

 From this position I could look out over the
edge of our little nest.  I could see the path
through the trees.  I started to think about how
embarrassing it would have been if anybody had
come by and seen me like this. As I thought
that, I suddenly felt a pang of added excitement
in my stomach.  Imagine if it was Soren.  I
imagined that I didn't stop as he came into view
and that I actually let him stand on the path
watching me.  I could feel the excitement build
inside me and for a second I was wondering if
that feeling would have been so much stronger,
if it had been Soren's huge dick I was humping.
The thought made me work harder, I wanted so
much to let the growing excitement I felt turn
into the longed-for orgasm, but just as I
thought it might be on its way, Jorgen started
to shake.  He was bending under me, flexing his
stomach muscles raising himself off the towel.
With a distorted face he let out a long groan,
shook a few times and then collapsed on the
towels again.  I just sat there staring at him.
What about me?  I felt silly sitting here in
full view from the path.  I slid back down and
looked to see Jorgen's now half-limp dick slide
out, semen dripping out of me.  I couldn't
imagine a worse anticlimax.  Nevertheless, I lay
down on top of Jorgen and kissed him.

"Was it good?" he asked in between two kisses.

"Umm, nice," I answered. I have never been good
at lying, so I kept it short.

"I had never done it before  with a virgin.  I
didn't know what it would be like.  But it was
fantastic for me.  I really loved the way you
sat on top of me.  It was just so great to see
you sitting like that, with your breasts
bouncing up and down as you worked so hard.  I
just couldn't hold back or stop as it was you,
and not me putting in all the effort.   Next
time, I promise I will try to make it better for
you too."

I guess he must have realised I was severely
frustrated.

Anyway, we lay in the sun a bit, then we decided
that we really were hungry.   We got dressed and
went up to the cottage.  Mary-Ann and Soren,
without friends, arrived only minutes after us,
making me realise how close I had come to
actually being seen by Soren if we had continued
just a short time longer.

After the initial decision as to when was the
right time for the first sexual encounter had
been made, next time came completely naturally.
After lunch we left for the beach again, and
stayed there until it started to cool down at
the end of the day.  Both of us agreed that when
we were ready to leave, Jorgen should follow me
back to the house and on the way we should
repeat the performance, again in the cosy sand
dune, which was to become our favourite spot for
lovemaking over the next weeks.

The experience, however, was much the same.  I
thought the lack of an orgasmic experience
during the first encounter had been due to
nerves, being the first time, but that,
unfortunately, was not the case.  We spent a bit
more time on foreplay, which had me really fired
up.  I enjoyed again the feeling of Jorgen
entering me; it was such a feeling of bonding,
and I don't mean physically.  However, Jorgen
would have come in no time at all at that
position, so we quickly changed again to me
sitting on top of him.  Apart from a few times
when, only at the last minute, I discovered
people returning from the beach by the path and
reluctantly ducked, it wasn't any different.  I
was frustrated with having to duck each time I
got going, and almost hoped it would be Soren
and Mary-Ann returning, in which case I had
almost made up my mind just to continue.  Jorgen
again exploded in puff and grunts leaving me
sitting frustrated on top of him, realising it
wasn't going to happen to me this time either,
as I could feel his dick go limp and slide out
of me.

I may make it sound worse that it really was,
now that I am thinking back on it.  Obviously
the actual act in itself was a fantastic
experience.  I think it was even better because
it happened outside, under such nice
circumstances, rather than in a back seat of a
car or on a couch at a party.  It was just that
as I had been listening to Mary-Ann own
administrations in the evenings, I had been
looking forward to the explosion and release I
knew I should expect.


Chapter Four

Jorgen got his third chance, or maybe you could
say that I did, in the evening when we again met
at the discotheque.  This time I wanted to make
sure that Soren and his friends didn't have
another go at me, so I wore a normal, half-
length dress, with a quite conservative cut and
no tempting buttons.  Jorgen was very nice.  At
that time, I didn't know enough about
lovemaking, to really know if I was falling in
love, but I enjoyed so much being with him.  He
was attentive, entertaining, intelligent and
then he seemed to adore me.   Apart from a
little dissatisfaction with the sex, which in
the larger picture I could live with, I don't
think I could have found a more suitable
boyfriend for the summer.

Towards midnight, with a couple of hours of
music and dance still ahead, Jorgen whispered in
my ear, "How would you like a trip to the
beach?"  There was of course no doubt what was
on his mind.  I felt slightly sore from the
unusual activity, but I could also hear from the
way he suggested the trip, that he wanted to
continue where we left off the other day.  And
so did I.

"Yes, I think a walk on the beach  would be
nice.," I replied, stressing the word *walk* to
tease him.

"The moon is out and it would be very romantic
with a *walk* down to the bridge again to test
out the rocking motion," he continued also
stressing the word walk.  The suggestive
undertones sent shivers down my spine.  Jorgen
looked down my front.

"It looks to me as if maybe you could be
prepared to more than just walking," he said
with a smile as my nipples had popped out
visibly excited.  I just smiled at him, enjoying
the way he looked at me.

As we walked along the beach, I was sorry I had
chosen this dress; I was longing to feel his
hands on my breasts again.  Soon however, he had
his hand on my bum, lifting the hem of the dress
high enough to get at the top of the panties,
slipping a hand inside and grabbing a good
handful of bare bum.   As far as I could see the
beach was deserted.  I stopped and slipped the
panties off, stuffing them into Jorgen's pocket.
Now his hands could run freely over my exposed
bum cheeks.  It was such an exciting feeling.

We reached the bridge, and I was again surprised
at the strange rocking motion as if somebody was
already fucking up against one of the poles
supporting the wires.  But there was nobody
anywhere near the bridge that I could see.

We stopped in the middle of the bridge. There
was the clear sound of the water running below,
and a soft rustling sound of the faint breeze
against the reeds at the sides of the riverbank.
In the distance I could hear the waves no more
than 200 meters away.  In the moonlight I could
see along the beach in each direction.  Down at
the disco there were lights, but the wind
carried the sound of the music in the other
direction; I could, however, see a few people
milling around on the beach in front of the
discotheque.

"Jenny . . . I so much want . . . to continue .
. . where we left off last time.  Is that . . .
okay . . . with you?" he asked hesitantly,
kissing me between each word.  I don't know if
he had the people in the background in mind, or
maybe thinking that three times would be too
much for somebody who had only lost her
virginity that same day.

I turned around to face him.  I had been
thinking about the people as well, but I didn't
think they could see anything.  I had actually
thought about that when we left the disco, but
had hardly been able to see the bridge against
the dark background.

"Mmm, I think I would like that too," I managed
to get out before our mouths met.

I loved the feeling when Jorgen grabbed my bare
bum and squeezed me up against him.  Soon his
hands were lifting my dress above my hips.  I
could clearly feel the cool caress of the night
air when it hit my wet pussy.  It was such an
exciting feeling standing there on the bridge
like that in full moonlight.  I didn't mind as
his hands pulled the dress all the way up to my
shoulders, baring my breasts, and I eagerly
helped him pull it over my head.

Jorgen moved a step back looking at me. "Gosh
Jenny, you look so gorgeous standing there like
that."

I looked back at him, enjoying his eyes on my
body.

"Ok," I said, "now it's your turn." I unbuttoned
his shorts, while he pulled off his T-shirt.  He
wore no underpants, so he was soon as naked as I
was.  I got the shivers and goose pimples jumped
out on my arms, as I realised how clearly I
could see him in the moonlight, and how clearly
we must be visible to anybody coming to within a
couple of hundred meters of the bridge.  I
wondered if the moonlight on our bodies would
make us stand out against the dark background
and actually make us visible to the people on
the beach.

But the thought quickly got suppressed as Jorgen
moved in close again and I felt his hard dick
against me.  His hands were all over me,
squeezing a breast, grabbing a bum, sliding a
hand down my front dipping a finger into my wet
hole, almost making me scream with pleasure.  It
was so arousing for me.  Jorgen took my
shoulders and turned me around facing the sea
and the moon.  His hands were cupping my
breasts, and I could feel his dick pressing
against my back.  It was a different feeling
standing like this.  I wasn't hiding against
Jorgen.  My breasts were facing the light and
the breeze.  I thought the people at the beach
were closer and was wondering again about how
visible we were, when Jorgen carefully pushed my
shoulders forward, indicating he wanted me to
bend over.  I held on to the rail, bent down and
pushed my bum back against him.  His dick slid
into me before I could think about it.  I was so
wet.  It was hard holding onto the loose rope
that served as a guard rail, when you were being
pushed around so hard.  I pushed it away from
me, leaning hard back against him.  It was a
funny impersonal feeling doing it in this way.
I couldn't see Jorgen, but I could see the
people walking on the beach.  They appeared to
be slowly approaching.  I thought of my bouncing
breasts, wondering what people would be thinking
if they actually could see us, but at this
distance I didn't really care.  Most of the
people hitting the beach at this time of the
night were there for more or less the same
reason as us.

Also, the physical sensation was different from
this angle.  I felt the penetration more
strongly.  Jorgen held on to my hips, really
ramming into me.  Even though the people on the
beach were getting closer I didn't want Jorgen
to stop.  I thought I could feel something
coming.  A tingling sensation in the lower part
of my stomach was growing into a feeling of
warmth.  Jorgen was going like a rabbit, and as
my own sensations got stronger I realised that
he was about to come.  The people on the beach
were now no more than two or three hundred
meters away.  We really should have stopped, but
I guess Jorgen could see them as well, but he
didn't want to stop either.  The tingling
sensation was growing, and I felt my nipples go
all funny.  Knowing from our hide in the
plantation that I got excited from the thought
of Soren passing on the path, I imagined that it
was Soren on the beach and that he could
actually see us.  I was surprised at my reaction
to such a thought.  I felt my legs go leaden, my
breath came in gasps and I felt a small
contraction in my vagina, as if trying to hold
on to Jorgen.  I felt this must be the orgasm
finally happening, but the truth was that the
tightening around Jorgen's dick only resulted in
him coming that much faster.  He did so with a
sound, almost as a small scream, then a hard
push, which caught me unaware and almost pushed
me over the side of the bridge.

I was still shaking slightly as Jorgen did a
couple of careful slow strokes and he was
grunting again in pleasure.  I looked at the
people who had stopped, and were now turning
back.  I couldn't tell if they were doing so
because they had seen us, or just because they
had reached the end of their intended walk.  But
with them gone away I could now relax.  I stood
up, and leant back against Jorgen.  His dick was
still quite hard and stayed inside me as he ran
his hands over my breasts and down between my
legs, playing with my clit.  I needed that, but
was put off by his dick finally going soft and
slipping out.  Knowing that he was 'finished'
and I was not, made me feel very self-conscious,
and all of a sudden it felt wrong standing here
exposed like that, desperate for an orgasm,
which probably wasn't coming anyway.

I moved his hand and turning around, kissed him.

"That was so good Jorgen, I enjoyed that.  You
don't have to do any more now.  Let's just get
off this bridge and get back," I lied a little.

Jorgen got dressed while I took my panties from
his pocket and used them to wipe all the semen
off my legs. I wriggled a bit trying to squeeze
the last drops out. When I had finished the
panties were soaked.  I just put the dress on
and gave the panties to Jorgen to put in his
pocket.

"Yuck," he said, "they are drenched."

"Yeah well, it all your fault, you sort it out."
I laughed at him.  He certainly didn't want them
in his trousers, so we found a place in the
dunes where we thought nobody would come and
held down the corners with some stones,
intending to retrieve them some other time.  I
was conscious of having to go back to the disco
with no panties, but found the thought rather
arousing, so what the hell.  Fortunately, this
wasn't one of my shorter dresses.

The only other thing, which happened that day
was that while dancing with Jorgen on the full
dance floor, he kept grabbing my bum under the
dress.  I thought with the dance floor being so
full, nobody would notice, so I didn't mind too
much.  At one point however, when I thought I
felt Jorgen's hand far up under the dress, I
realised he had his hands on my sides.  When I
finally could turn around, without making too
big an issue of it, I saw Soren right behind me,
with a big dirty grin on his face.  Oh, my god,
I thought, with his hands that far up my back he
must have been aware I had no panties on. Maybe
he had been watching when Jorgen did it?
Because of the loud music I hadn't said anything
to Jorgen, just intending to turn around and get
angry at whoever it was. Now the thrill of it
suddenly hit me, so I went all weak at the knees
again.   Why was it, when I had a perfectly nice
boyfriend like Jorgen, that I found Soren, whom
I despised in all other matters, so sexually
attractive that the thought of him pawing my bum
had me getting all wet again.  I dug my head
into Jorgen's shoulder, desperately wishing for
Soren's hand to return, even to the extent that
I tried to position myself correctly in relation
to him, and dance with my legs apart, hoping he
would try again.  But, of course he never did.
Would my frustrations on this day never end?

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