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Ikke Laengere Jomfru (Danish: "No More Virgin") (mf, oral, first,
rom)
by Dorsai
Copyright (c) 2003 - Dorsai
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I was fourteen years old, and full-to-overflowing with hormones
and desire. It seemed that I walked around with a permanent
hard-on, and nothing to do with it at least, nothing that
didn't involve my own hand.
I had a younger brother, Steven, age seven and as annoying as he
could be. Fortunately, each of us had our own room, and there was
enough age difference between us that we didn't have to spend
much time together; otherwise, I might have been the only boy in
the family.
I also had an older sister, Patty. At seventeen, she was pretty
damn good looking and I took every opportunity I had to look.
Her bedroom was on the other side of mine, away from the bathroom
us kids shared; more than once I had the chance to look her over
as she went to or from it in just a bra and panties. She was a
couple inches taller than my 5 feet, 2 inches, dark hair to the
middle of her back, and weighed a little under a hundred pounds.
She wasn't fat, not by a long shot she had a medium frame like
most of the girls at her school; the difference was that she had
tits that would make an Amazon Princess proud, forcing her to
wear a C-cup bra. With the lacy bras and panties she wore, I had
plenty of chances to look her over her huge tits were capped
with dark, half-dollar sized areolas, and her nipples must have
been a half-inch across. Between her legs, she had this
surprisingly small tuft of black hair that looked really short
and dense.
Being her brother, and three years younger than she was, she
pretty much considered me to be a toad but because I didn't do
or say anything to outright bother her, she mostly left me alone.
Steven was beneath noticing, unless he did something to get on
her nerves.
School had just started after the Christmas break when Mom and
Dad told us at supper one night that we'd be hosting a foreign
exchange student. Patty had pushed them really hard on the idea,
and was absolutely delighted; Steven and I not so much. At least,
I wasn't as delighted until we heard that she was from Denmark,
and would be coming to stay with us for the last couple of months
of the school year, plus the month after. We were also told that
she would be one of several exchange students that semester the
others would be from other parts of the world. In return, one
student from each of the schools in our town would be going to
the countries of the other.
Mom and Dad went on to tell us everything they knew about her:
her name was Sigrid Jorgensen, she had two brothers and two
sisters, she was 17, and could read, write, and speak English
as well as German and Dutch. They passed around a photo of her,
and I immediately noticed that she bore an uncanny resemblance to
a girl that was in American Graffiti 2 the one that was
supposedly from Iceland, or Greenland, or wherever the hell it
was. Silver-blonde hair cut short and incredibly blue eyes. The
photo didn't show much of the rest of her, but my active
imagination easily took care of that.
That night, as I lay in bed, I started remembering all the stuff
that I'd heard about Denmark how so much of the best porn
magazines came from there, how 'easy' Scandinavian girls were
supposed to be, and all the rest of it. I got so worked up at the
idea of someone a girl! from there coming to stay in the same
house as me that I had to jerk off twice before I could get to
sleep.
The time between Mom and Dad's announcement, and when she
actually arrived, seemed to take forever. But all of us were
waiting for her at the airport, watching for her as the airplane
unloaded on a Friday night; it had been decided that that would
give her a couple of days to get over any jet lag and get to know
us before she had to face the rest of the school. There was no
doubt when she appeared among all the other people that had
been on the plane, she stood out like a spotlight on a dark
night. She had a photo in her hand, and kept referring to it as
she scanned the crowd around the passenger gate and finally saw
us waving at her, and recognized us.
As she came over to where we were standing, I could see that my
imagination of what the rest of her body looked like hadn't been
so far off. Her tits weren't as large as Patty's, but they were
still larger than most of the girls at school. I wasn't entirely
sure, but the way her chest jiggled slightly as she walked made
me think that she wasn't wearing a bra. She had a trim waist and
slender hips; I couldn't tell much about her legs because of the
slacks she was wearing. Her hair was bit longer than in her
picture shoulder-length and curled under at the ends, her bangs
only served to highlight the incredible blue of her eyes. She
stood just an inch or so taller than I did, and even through the
winter clothes she was wearing, it was easy to see that she was
trim and fit and very nicely curved.
When she got close enough, she asked "You are the Wilsons,yes?"
Her voice was like music in my ears, and her accent caused an
immediate growth between my legs fortunately hidden by the
loose jeans I was wearing.
Mom spoke up first, saying "Yes, we're the Wilsons. And you must
be Sigrid. Welcome to the United States."
She gave us a beautiful smile before saying "Det glder mig at mde
dem -I am very glad to meet you."
The bulge in my pants only got larger, listening to her
delightful accent.
The next couple of minutes were spent getting all of us
introduced Sigrid was obviously looking forward to spending
time with Patty, but she was still polite enough to make pleasant
noises at the rest of us. When she got to me, it seemed like she
paused just a moment to look me over.
By the time the introductions and such were done, the flow of
people off the plane had slowed to a trickle; Dad suggested that
we head on down to collect her baggage so we could get home so
Sigrid could try to rest from the trip. She smiled at him and
said "Yes, I think that would be good but I am so excited to be
here that I think I will have trouble falling asleep."
"Why don't you just wait and see how you feel, then?" Mom asked,
adding "If you're as anxious to be here as we are to have you,
then you can stay up with us until you're ready to go to bed."
"I think I would like that", Sigrid agreed.
With that out of the way, the six of us trooped down to the
baggage claim area; Dad got Sigrid's luggage tickets and watched
for her stuff while Patty started telling Sigrid about school. I
was a Freshman at the same school where Patty was a Senior; the
difference in our ages meant that we really didn't see each other
much at school, and the few times we DID see each other, both of
us pretended the other didn't exist.
While Patty and Sigrid were huddled together, I took the
opportunity to see what Mom and Steven thought of her. Mom looked
pleased that Patty and Sigrid seemed to be getting along so well
so soon; Steven just looked like he was pretty much bored with
the whole deal like having another girl in the house, even one
from Denmark, was just another complication in his life.
After a few minutes, Dad managed to get Sigrid's bags; after
that, it was just a question of loading up the van and heading
home. Inside the house, Patty and Sigrid each took one of her
suitcases to Patty's room after Mom told Sigrid that she was
welcome to take a nap or freshen up if she wanted. Sigrid sounded
a bit relieved when she said that she would like that.
It was maybe a half hour later when Sigrid and Patty came into
the family room where the rest of us were waiting. The next
couple of hours, Sigrid told us about her family and a little bit
about Denmark she'd even brought along some Danish money to
show us. There finally came the time that the weariness of the
trip overcame the excitement of the new situation, and Sigrid
couldn't help yawning a few times, apologizing. Mom and Dad both
told her that they understood, and said that none of us would be
offended if she wanted to go to bed. She smiled her thanks, and
she and Patty headed back toward Patty's room. A bit later, Patty
came back and we all stayed up a while longer, talking about
Sigrid and what she'd told us about Denmark before we decided
that we were ready for bed, too.
-----
Sigrid slept late the next morning understandable after all
she'd undoubtedly been through. The day went by quietly enough;
the novelty of having her there had worn off for Steven and he
didn't hesitate to make himself scarce. Me, I was just sitting
back, listening and watching as Patty and Sigrid talked, finding
different subjects that both of them were interested in: mostly
music, clothes, and guys from what I heard.
The rest of the weekend was spent with Sigrid and all of us
getting to know each other. She was a little bit nervous with us
at first, but when we didn't engage in any human sacrifice or
demon worship, she seemed to calm down pretty quickly. Mom and
Dad had bought her some school supplies, which she tried to pay
for without success.
-----
At school Monday, Sigrid was THE center of attention for all of
Patty's friends and damn near the whole school. The guys I hung
out with seemed pretty much split into two groups of thought: one
figured that I was seriously lucky to have a babe like Sigrid in
the house to watch; the other that I was just as seriously
unlucky because they figured all I could do was watch.
For the first week or so, my buddies couldn't stop asking me
about her, but as time went by, they pretty much got used to her.
Not that they didn't stop drooling at her whenever she was in
sight; they just stopped asking about her as much. It helped that
I didn't tell them the stuff that I heard Patty and Sigrid
talking about; whenever one of the guys asked, I just claimed
that Sigrid and Patty hung out together, and that I hardly saw
her. And you can bet I damn sure didn't tell anyone about the few
times that Sigrid and I were alone, or the small conversations we
had that were usually followed by my jacking off in my bedroom as
I remembered the look of her and the sound of her voice.
-----
Over the course of the next couple of weeks, Sigrid got more and
more accustomed to us even to the point where she was willing
to make her way to the bathroom wearing as much or little as
Patty did. The first time I came out of my room and saw her
walking toward the bathroom wearing only her panties and bra, I
nearly came in my pants right on the spot!
The view I had was of a pair smooth, trim legs that flowed ever
so gracefully into what had to be one of the fines asses on the
planet: nicely rounded without being fat, and clearly firm her
ass cheeks didn't jiggle in the slightest, rather they clenched
as she walked. Above them was a small waist that topped a couple
of incredibly cute/sexy dimples just above and to either side of
her tailbone. I could see them because the panties she had on
were amazingly small, incredibly sheer I could easily make out
the cleft of her ass and deliciously tight, since I could see
how they molded to the bulge of her mound between her thighs.
Looking higher, I saw that her skin was a VERY pale pink, and
smooth as porcelain; there wasn't a blemish to be found anywhere
on THAT side of her! Her soft, graceful shoulders supported a
slender neck, partially hidden by the fine, white-blonde hair
that she had drawn over one shoulder.
As she turned to go into the bathroom, I caught a brief glimpse
of the front of her and was surprised and amazed at how little
there appeared to be of her bra, and how sheer it had seemed.
I'd been on my way to the kitchen to get a snack; that plan was
quickly set aside in favor of moving to stand outside the
now-closed bathroom door as though I needed to use it, too, and
was simply waiting my turn as was common with us kids - so I
could look at her again. A couple of minutes later, the door
opened, and I found myself face-to-face with the object of my
desires and fantasies: a barely-clad Sigrid.
My presence there seemed to surprise her, and she uttered a soft
"Oh!" as she took a step back a move that left me with an even
better view of her. As I'd thought no, hoped the cups of her
bra were barely large enough to cover the lower half of her
breasts and her nipples; but the material was sheer enough that I
could easily discern the darker pink of her areolas and the
nubbins of her nipples. Looking down past her smooth, flat belly,
I saw that the fronts of her panties weren't any darker than the
backs; again, I could easily make out the blonde smudge of her
pubic fleece.
When my gaze got back to her face, I could see that she was
watching me, smiling. I quickly realized that she knew where I'd
been looking and what I'd been looking AT, and began to blush
furiously.
Her smile got even wider, and I could hear the amusement in her
voice as she said "It is okay, Eric. I know boys like to look at
girls and I know that when you think no one is watching, you
like to look at me. So I thought that I would let you see what
you obviously want to look at but properly, yes?"
I felt myself blushing even more, and managed to mutter "Uh,
well, um, yeah, I guess."
I watched as she let her eyes travel up and down my body, and saw
as she blushed faintly and realized too late that my erect cock
was tenting the front of the pants I was wearing.
She looked back into my eyes, and asked "I think you like what
you see, yes?"
Before my brain could gain control, I hear myself exclaim "Oh,
yeah!"
Sigrid smiled again, and said "Such enthusiasm! Surely, you have
seen more than this? Do you not have what do you call it? The
girlie magazines? - here in America? Do they not show girls
wearing much less than I have on?"
Again, my mouth went to work before my brain took charge, and I
answered "Yeah, they do but those are just pictures, and
you're... you're... real!" the enthusiasm clear in my voice.
She laughed softly music to my ears, even as they burned that
much harder and answered "Yes, I am real. But so is your
sister, and you see her like this, too, yes?"
My brain was still overloaded with the sight before me, and I
hear myself answer "Yeah, but she's my sister! And you're not!"
Another soft laugh, and she said "Yes, that is true. But I think
maybe a boy likes to look at any girl, she is his sister or
not."
I felt myself blushing again, and Sigrid smiled and said "Do not
be... embarrassed? Ashamed? I know that my own brothers look at
me and my sister, too but not the same way they look at other
girls, I think, so it is okay. Besides, I think that you are
already experienced in such things."
It took me a second to realize that she thought I was already
getting laid with the girls I infrequently got to go out with,
and I felt myself blushing again with embarrassment not only
that it wasn't true, but that she could so easily make such an
assumption, and talk about it so plainly.
She looked surprised at my sudden blush, then slightly confused,
before she asked "No? You are not... close with the girls you go
out with?" My obvious discomfort answered her question, and she
hastened to tell me "No, Eric, you do not have to be embarrassed.
The time is different for everyone to lose their virginity. I
forgot that things are not the same here as back in my country.
America is still a little bit... conservative about such things;
at home, we are much more relaxed and understanding. Myself, I
was only 15 when I gave myself to my boyfriend, who was 17. Other
of my friends did it sooner, others, later."
My mouth was still working without direct supervision, and I said
"Yeah I just wish it was sooner!"
Sigrid smiled at my fervor, and answered "I am sure... boys are
not so patient about such things as a girl."
A moment later, she mischievously told me "Still, I must get
dressed so that I can go out with Patty. But there is not so much
hurry that I can't wait so you can look at me again!"
With not only an invitation like that, but her explicit
permission, I did just as she suggested: looking her over
carefully as she did a slow pirouette in front of me, letting me
memorize every inch of her that I could lay eyes on. When she was
facing me again, she waited patiently until I looked into her
eyes, then smiled at me and said "I am glad that you like what
you see, Eric. A girl always likes to know that boys find her
pretty!"
By that time, my brain was working again despite the fact that
all my blood seemed to be elsewhere - and I managed to tell her
"You are not just pretty you're beautiful", making her smile
even wider. She stepped forward and tilted her head to give me a
kiss on the cheek before saying "Thank you, Eric", and stepping
around me so she could head down the hall to Patty's room. I
watched her all the way down the hall, and before she opened the
door, she turned to me, smiled, and pursed her lips, giving me a
'kiss'.
Inside the bathroom, the memory of the sight and sound of her had
me jerking off twice before my dick softened and even then, it
was still barely possible to bend it enough to get it back inside
my pants.
-----
As the next few weeks went by, it gradually sank in for me that
Sigrid was deliberately setting herself up so that I could look
at her from leaning over in front of me to give me a quick peep
down her blouse, to pausing to ask me innocuous questions as she
went to/from the bathroom dressed only in her bra and panties, to
even asking me to bring her a towel after she showered and
giving me a nice view of her naked ass and the side of one bare
breast in the mirror when she reached out the bathroom door for
it.
She never did anything while anyone was around it was as though
she not only wanted to make sure no one had any reason to suspect
anything, but as if she wanted to keep it a private thing for
just the two of us. After each of these little 'events', I
invariably had to relieve myself at least once, sometimes more.
Some of the guys at school would still sometimes ask if I ever
got to see her anything less than fully dressed usually after
some guy made some claim about one of the other exchange
students; I always told them that I didn't. I was coming to
realize that even though there wasn't a chance in hell of
anything happening between us, I was still falling in love with
Sigrid. At 14, I really didn't know what 'love' was, of course
but that didn't stop me from wanting to do anything I could to
avoid hurting her, whether she continued giving me her little
'shows', or not.
-----
It finally got to the end of the school year, and I know that all
of us kids were more than ready for it. Steven, much to his joy,
was to go off to summer camp for 3 weeks shortly after school
ended. He would be doing all the regular summer camps stuff:
swimming, canoeing, archery, crafts, horses, camping, and so on.
I think Patty and I were BOTH looking forward to his absence he
had a talent for getting on our nerves with his whining when he
didn't get his way. He was scheduled to get home a few days
before Sigrid was to fly back to Denmark, ensuring that all of us
would be there to see her off, just as we'd been there to welcome
her.
During school, Mom and Dad had taken every opportunity to show
Sigrid as much of American as they could. From taking all of us
to the zoo to the area's largest shopping mall, to amusement
parks, to anything else to try and 'show off' America, Mom and
Dad were all for it that Patty, Steven, and I were along for
all of it was incidental.
Still, there were things that we simply couldn't do, either
because of weather, timing, or whatever which meant that there
were still opportunities for us when school let out. Sigrid was
used to riding a bicycle around her home town in Denmark, and
asked if it would be possible for her to ride around to some of
the parks and other places she wanted to visit here. Patty didn't
care for riding around on bicycles, much preferring the car Dad
had gotten her; Sigrid's question was kind of left floating until
she said that if Patty or no one else wanted to go with her, she
wouldn't mind if I went along, if Mom and Dad thought she needed
company. I was mildly agreeable to it, without revealing any of
the enthusiasm I was actually feeling I couldn't say 'yes' too
fast for fear of letting everyone know how I felt about Sigrid,
but I didn't dare 'fight' it enough to make Mom or Dad think I
was being anything less than polite and helpful.
Apparently, I got it right: Mom and Dad looked mildly pleased,
and Patty looked relieved. For her part, Sigrid gave me a smile
that let me know she understood the balancing act I was trying to
pull off. That look was confirmed a few hours later when she
found me alone, and came up to give me a kiss on the cheek and
say "Thank you, Eric. I think it will not be too much trouble for
you to keep me company."
I smiled and admitted that I really didn't mind; she responded by
giving me another kiss on the cheek before laying her hand on it
and saying "Still, I must think of something to show you that I
am grateful", with a mysterious smile on her face.
-----
The first couple of times that Sigrid wanted to go someplace on a
bicycle, Patty willingly went along then it became abundantly
clear that she was less than enthusiastic about doing it much
more. Patty was polite about it, and Sigrid understood, after a
fashion but I think she was still a little baffled why someone
would want to ride in a car when the weather was so nice, and
bicycling was such pleasant exercise.
So it wasn't long before I was 'drafted' into accompanying her,
among other places, to the library a destination Patty didn't
understand at all, her main interests in life being boys,
clothes, and makeup, in that order. Me, I liked reading, so the
library wasn't any big deal.
It was on one of these mini-tours that Sigrid suggested we get
something to eat from a fast-food place (her favorite was Taco
Bell Mexican food being all but unheard of in Denmark) and
eating in the park. We did just that, and as we were sitting at a
small picnic table under a tree, Sigrid surprised the hell out of
me by saying "Eric, I want to thank you for the way you have
behaved while I have been here."
Puzzled, I asked "What?"
"I mean that at school, you were polite about not telling people
things about me even though it would have made you seem like a
very important person to your friends."
"Huh?" I asked.
She smiled, and answered "I heard the things that boys said about
some of the other girls from other countries particularly the
boys that were in the families hosting those girls. Many of those
boys told their friends things that either were not true, or
should not have been said; things like how they saw the girls
without all their clothing, or claiming to have done or seen
things that did not happen. What those boys talked about, and the
things they said, it hurt those girls very much. But you did not
talk and act like that. I heard several times when your friends
would ask you about me, you would tell them only that you did not
have any stories to tell like those bad boys even when you
could have said such things. It means very much to me that you
would think enough about me that you would not talk about me like
that."
Still surprised, I blurted out "But Sigrid... I like you! Even if
you didn't let me, uh, look at you, I wouldn't talk about you
that way!"
She leaned over to give me a kiss before saying "I think maybe
what you feel is more than 'like', Eric. I know that what I feel
for you is more."
Everything around me faded away as I thought that one over.
Sigrid smiled again, and told me "Eric, you should not be
surprised. You are a nice boy gentle and polite and thoughtful.
You are the kind of boy that any nice girl would like to have for
a boyfriend. Even after all the times that you have seen me, you
have not said anything improper, or tried to do anything with me
that I did not want you to do. You have not tried to... see more
than I was ready to show you. I know that, sometimes, what I
showed to you was a lot enough that you had to find a way to
relieve your... desires."
Being all but told that she knew I'd jerked off after looking at
her stunned me. I could only stammer "What... How..."
She took my hand and said "Do not be embarrassed, Eric. Such
feelings happen to everyone; and if you do not have another way
to relieve them, well, then, there are things you can do to help
yourself, yes?"
I felt myself blushing, and Sigrid patted my hand as she told me
"No, Eric. There is no shame for that, and I am not hurt or
offended." She laughed softly, and said "I was surprised when I
realized that it was me that you were thinking about when you did
that but I was also pleased that you find me desirable that
way. Do not be so surprised, Eric remember that I told you that
people in Denmark think about such things differently than you
Americans."
My brain finally quit just going around in circles, and I asked
"Why are you telling me all this, then?"
"Because I want you to know that I care for you the way that you
care for me. I have to go back to my home before very long, and I
want to show you the care that you have shown for me. There is
something special that I want to do for you."
"What?"
She gave me a mysterious smile, and only said "It is something
special, and I want it to be a surprise. The next time that your
parents and sister want to go someplace, find an excuse to stay
home."
"Okay, but..." was as far as I got before she put a finger over
my lips to silence me. Looking into my eyes, she told me "Do not
worry, Eric. And do not trouble yourself to try and figure out
what it is being who you are, you will never think of it."
I nodded my understanding, and she removed her finger from my
lips the surprising me yet again by replacing it with her lips,
giving me a soft, gentle kiss.
I could only sit there and look at her in amazement as she went
about collecting the wrappers and empty drink cups from our meal,
then walking the few feet to the trash bin to dispose of them
and making me feel ashamed when I saw how many of my fellow
American's couldn't be bothered, and had simply left their
garbage laying on the ground. The pictures she'd shown us of
Denmark and her home town invariably showed neat, clean parks and
streets not a sign of litter anywhere. She'd explained it by
saying "How can all of us have a pretty place to go to if we
leave our trash there, instead of putting it in the dustbin where
it belongs?"
When she returned, she smiled again, and said "I think we are
ready to go home now, yes?"
I nodded, and the two of us got on our bikes and rode home
Sigrid obviously enjoying the pleasant weather and act of riding
the bike, while I was deep in thought over the things she'd so
recently told me.
-----
It was over a week later just a few days before Steven was to
get home, in fact when Mom and Dad suggested a trip to the
mall. Sigrid immediately caught my eye and gave me a discrete
shake of her head, reminding me as if I needed it to pass. I
begged off, claiming that there was some stuff I needed to do at
home. Patty chimed in that she wanted to go surprising nobody.
When it came Sigrid's turn, she put her arms across her abdomen
and said that she wasn't feeling well letting Mom, Dad, and
even Patty jump to the conclusion that she was having 'female
troubles' as Dad called them. As Mom, Dad, and Patty discussed
whether they should go ahead or not, Sigrid got my eye again, and
gestured with her eyes that I should leave to take care of my
imaginary tasks. I did, but as I was leaving, I heard her start
telling them that she would be fine, and that they shouldn't stay
back because of her.
I was in my bedroom, just generally re-arranging things, when
Sigrid appeared in the door about twenty minutes later. I looked
at her, and she smiled at me, saying "They have all gone to the
mall; they said they would get something to eat there, and would
probably be gone for a couple of hours maybe more."
Having said that, she came into my room and moved to stand in
front of me. I didn't know what else to do, and just stood there,
looking back at her, my hands at my sides. We stood there like
that for several seconds before Sigrid said "This is what I
wanted time for us to be alone, you and me, so that I could
show you how special you have been to me, Eric."
I was still puzzled about just what in the hell she had in mind
right up to the point that she reached up to the blouse she was
wearing, and began undoing the buttons on it. Even then, I only
thought that she was going to give me another 'free look'. But
when she had all the buttons undone, she opened it up to let me
see that she wasn't wearing a bra underneath she was standing
there in front of me, giving me a full, unimpeded look at her
beautiful bare breasts. I could only stand there, admiring the
view she was presenting me with: her pale pink breasts were about
the size of softballs, smooth and creamy, their tips proudly
sporting areolas that were about two shades of pink darker than
her skin and about the size of a quarter in diameter. And even as
I watched, her nipples stood up, getting longer and visibly
harder under my gaze.
When I was finally able to drag my eyes away to look into her
face again, I could see that she was quietly amused at my
reaction. She gave me a grin, and asked "Do you like what you
see, Eric?"
I could only nod, making her laugh softly before she reached
forward to take my hands in hers then lift them up and place
one on each of the glorious mounds that I'd just been admiring.
At the first contact with those warm, firm delights, my breath
caught in my throat, and I could only close my eyes as I tried to
permanently record the feeling of her body under my hands.
My eyes opened again when I heard her say "Eric, my gift to you
is that I will be the one you make love with the first time if
you will have me" that last with a note of amusement in her
voice; clearly knowing that this was an opportunity I wouldn't
couldn't turn down.
I could only stand there, my hands on her tits, looking at her as
she grinned at the expression on my face. Then she spoke again,
telling me "Eric, this is something you should understand: what I
want to teach you is how to make LOVE not just have sex. Sex is
something that anyone can do; love is something special between
two people people like you and me. Do you understand?"
I thought about it for a few moments, turning it over in my mind,
thinking about what she'd just said, and what she was offering me
and remembering the reasons she'd said that she cared for me
when we were having lunch in the park. And I remembered my
reasons for not telling any of my friends about the special times
she and I had had and I did understand what she was saying.
I looked her in the eyes, and nodded as I said "Yes, Sigrid I
do understand."
She looked back into my eyes, examining what she saw in them,
then nodded, saying "Yes, Eric, I think you do."
A moment later, she put her hands on mine again I was terrified
that she was going to pull them away from her breasts and said
"Eric, we do not have so much time as I would like. But it is
more than enough, although we must be careful. I want you to
undress me, then I will put my clothes in the bathroom. That way,
if they come home early, we will hear them, and I can just go to
the bathroom, which they think they will understand."
I nodded, then something occurred to me, and I asked "Um,
Sigrid?"
"Yes, Eric?"
"Do we, uh, need anything? I mean, you said that we would be
making love, and, um, well, I, uh, don't want you to, you know,
get pregnant or anything."
She gave me a positively radiant smile, and said "Thank you,
Eric, for being concerned. But we do not need anything like that.
After I had sex the first time, my mother took me to the clinic,
and I have an IUD for birth control. But it was kind of you to
ask even if it did embarrass you!" the last part teasing me.
With that, she squeezed my hands, encouraging me to explore those
most obvious symbols of her femininity.
And I did. Under Sigrid's patient guidance, I learned what they
felt like their weight, their texture, their size, how her
nipples stiffened when I ran my thumbs across them, how sucking
on her breasts would leave her areolas erect and puckered, and
all the rest. Her only comment to me was early on, when she said
"Eric, you do not have to be afraid to touch me. If you do
something that is uncomfortable or hurts, I will tell you, so
that you will learn but I will not make you stop."
Several minutes went by as I tried to memorize everything my
hands and fingers told me about her breasts; finally, she took my
hands in hers again, and said "That feels very good, Eric. But
there is still more. I want you to undress me, now."
"Uh, what should I do?" I asked.
She smiled, and said "Take my clothes off of me. If there is part
of me you want to do something with, then do it."
I couldn't believe that I was getting such an open-ended offer
from such a beautiful girl. Woman. Whatever.
I still hesitated, though, as I reached for the edges of the
blouse she was wearing but when I had them in hand, and she
only nodded in encouragement, I gently and carefully slid it off
her shoulders and down her arms, laying it across the foot of my
bed. Then I did something that I only then realized I'd wanted to
do since the first time I saw her: I took her into my arms and
hugged her close. Even as I was putting my arms around her, she
was doing the same to me, hugging me in return as I let my hands
caress her smooth back while her breasts pressed into my chest.
She waited until my hands stopped their explorations to rest on
her hips before she gently eased herself away from me, saying "I
am not yet nude, Eric."
This time, there was no delay or hesitation as I reached around
to find the fastening on the skirt she was wearing discovering
the zipper in the back, and sliding it down before undoing the
button at her waist. When I released the material, it pooled at
her feet revealing that she didn't have panties on underneath
it: she was standing there in front of me, naked as the day she'd
been born, only MUCH better looking.
I questioned her with my eyes, and her smile was the approval I
sought. Dropping to my knees, I got my first real look at the
pale forest between her thighs. Looking carefully, I saw that it
was a dense thicket of fine, blonde hair almost white, like
that on her head. Straight and short, it wasn't much larger than
her mons, and concealed the treasures that I knew lay beneath.
Still on my knees, I raised my eyes to trace the curves of her
hips and waist and became entranced by the dimple that was her
navel. The center, as it was, of her belly, it stood alone in the
smooth expanse of her abdomen like a jewel in a particularly fine
setting. I couldn't help myself, and leaned forward to place a
soft kiss on it and got a small gasp of pleasure as a reward.
My next considered action was to place my hands on her hips and
trace the way they flowed so gently into her waist then around
and down, softly caressing the firm curves of her ass cheeks
before cupping them in my hands, holding them. A few moments
later, I gave each a soft squeeze, delighting in how firm they
were even as I was marveling at how smooth and soft to the
touch.
Above me, I heard Sigrid's voice quietly ask "Do you want to
look?"
I looked up to see her watching me, and nodded, not trusting
myself to speak. She gave me a small smile, then turned around to
give me a view that I've never seen equaled: the round, firm
globes of her ass. I couldn't keep my hands away from them,
cupping each cheek in my hand, softly squeezing them between
bouts of letting my fingers wander their surfaces. After a bit, I
found my eyes drawn to the dimples at the small of her back, and
couldn't resist leaning forward to kiss each of them then, a
moment later, the top of the cleft of her ass. When I did, I
heard her gasp again, softly, and knew that what I was doing was
right.
I was starting to detect a musky, yet pleasant, aroma when I
heard her say "That feels very nice, Eric but there is still
more, yes?"
Reluctantly, I stood up only to be surprised when Sigrid took
me into her arms, pressing herself against me as she kissed me
firmly on the lips. I put my arms around her, and kissed back of
course only slightly distracted by the feel of her hard nipples
pressing into my chest, and the way her thighs pressed against
mine.
After our kiss broke, we held each other for a few more moments
before she stepped back, saying "I must put my things in the
bathroom, now. Perhaps you should take your clothes off while I
am gone? All but your underpants, though."
I nodded, but didn't move to comply until she'd picked her blouse
up from the foot of my bend, and bent over (the view!) to collect
her skirt, as well.
By the time she got back, I was down to just my underwear, as
she'd instructed. I saw that she had a small hand towel in her
hand, and asked "What is that for?" She patiently told me "I
think we will need this later, when we are finished." Only then
did I realize that this was really going to happen and what the
final result would be. I blushed slightly, and she just laughed,
saying "It is okay, Eric. That is what happens when two people
make love."
She put the towel on the edge of the bed, and moved to stand in
front of me again. I was feeling a bit shy, and had my hands in
front of my groin.
Sigrid stepped closer and moved to kiss me on the lips again
before stepping back. She saw how I was standing, and simply
raised an eyebrow in question.
Embarrassed, I said "I, uh, I don't want to, uh, disappoint you
or anything, but I'm not as, um, big as some of the guys at
school."
Her look immediately changed to one of concern and understanding,
and she cupped my face in her hands as she told me "Eric, do not
be afraid that you will disappoint me. For making love, it is not
the size of the penis that matters it is the size of the heart.
And I promise you: you have more than enough heart to please
me!"
Somewhat reassured, I didn't resist when she slid her hands down
my body to take my hands in hers again, guiding them to my sides.
That done, she slowly dropped to her knees in front of me before
taking the waistband of my jockeys and pulling it down
revealing my erection. When my shorts were around my ankles, she
took my hard penis in her hand, using the other to cup my balls.
She examined me briefly before looking up to tell me "Eric, you
do not have to worry. There is easily enough here to please any
girl." I don't know if she was saying it just to reassure me, or
what but it worked, and I never worried about it again. I
immediately relaxed well, except for my dick, which was getting
even longer and harder in her hand and watched as she checked
me out even more carefully.
When she was done looking at me, she raised her head to look at
me as she said "I know that you are young, and this will be your
first time. There is something I can do that will make things
better for both of us when we make love. It will not hurt" that
with no small hint of humor in her voice "and I think that you
will probably like it. Do not worry about what happens this time
it will be normal, okay?"
I could only nod in reply and was then flabbergasted when she
opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head of my
penis. I'd heard and read about girls that did that but never
in my life thought that I would actually meet one, never mind
having it done to me.
But the feeling of her warm, wet mouth taking more and more of my
erect penis inside was more than enough to convince me that it
really was happening assuming, of course, that I hadn't died
and gone to heaven, or that this wasn't some wild dream I was
having.
She hadn't slid my length back and forth between her lips more
than a half-dozen times before I felt my balls tighten up, and I
knew that it wasn't going to be much longer before what felt like
a half-gallon of my jizz filled her mouth. I tried to warn her,
saying "Sigrid! I'm getting close!"
She just nodded, and kept going and a couple strokes more, it
happened: I felt my penis tighten up, too, just before the first
jet of my cum fired out the end of my dick and into her hot
mouth. To my infinite surprise, she not only didn't pull back in
disgust, but she actually took MORE of me inside, and sucked on
me even harder, making my second shot of semen last nearly as
long as the first! And STILL she didn't stop; keeping me in her
mouth as she continued to suck and lick me between the fiery hot
eruptions as I unloaded my balls between her lips her only
response was to pause a couple of times, amazing me as she
swallowed my hot fluids.
Finally, there wasn't anything left for me to shoot out the end
of my dick except maybe my balls. As I slowly softened, Sigrid
changed over from sucking and licking me to simply licking me,
cleaning my penis of the mixture of her saliva and my cum before
letting me fall from between her lips.
With a twinkle in her eyes, she stood up as she told me "I
thought you would like that now it will take longer before you
can shoot again."
"Like maybe forever!" I exclaimed, making her laugh before she
answered "No, it will not take so long. You are young, and I
think you will be surprised how soon you are ready again."
I looked at her doubtfully, and she just laughed before telling
me "I promise you, Eric, that that was not the end only the
beginning. Now it is time for you to learn to do something for
the girls."
I had heard about 'eating pussy', and suspected that was what she
was talking about and wasn't all that sure it was something I
wanted to learn; after all, wasn't that putting my mouth where my
dick was supposed to go? But shortly on the heels of that thought
was the realization that Sigrid had just put HER mouth where her
PUSSY was supposed to go... and it had felt pretty damn good to
ME!
Figuring "what the hell...", I let her lead me over to my bed,
then guide me onto it. She laid down next to me, and looked into
my face as she told me "I think you have probably heard about
what I want you to learn now. Perhaps it is something that you do
not think that you would like to do but I would ask you to at
least try it. Perhaps you will surprise yourself and find out
that you like it."
I replied by telling her "That's what I was just thinking about.
But I decided that if you could do it to me, then I can do it to
you, too. I... love you, Sigrid. If there is something that I can
do that will make you feel as good as you just made me feel, then
I am willing to TRY."
She smiled at me, obviously delighted, and replied "That is all
that I can ask, Eric. The taste is not unpleasant, and if you
will let me help you, you will learn how to make a girl feel VERY
good." It wasn't until weeks later that I caught the full
implications of that second sentence and started wondering if
Sigrid had been teaching Patty a few things, too.
Anyway, Sigrid grinned and said "I think that you will want to
look at me a little bit first, so I will tell you that I don't
mind. In fact, it makes me feel a little bit excited to know that
I will be the first girl that you will ever get to see this
way!"
I took my cue from that, and rose up in preparation for what
Sigrid had in mind for me. She looked up at me, and said "To
start, I think it would be better if you just sat on the floor,
so that you are comfortable. You can look, and even touch, until
you are ready to try it by either kissing or licking me. When you
do that, I will tell you what feels good for me."
I nodded my understanding, and scooted down onto the floor,
facing her, positioning myself near the edge of the bed. Without
hesitation, she turned herself around so that she was 'facing'
me, scooted herself closer to the edge of the bed, then
separating her legs by putting a foot on each side of me and
spreading her thighs.
That left me facing her exposed pelvis giving me a clear view
of her, from stem to stern. The most fascinating thing to me,
though, was the sight of her slightly parted vaginal lips, and
the way her opening was visible amid the pale cloud of her pubic
hair. I didn't delay to lean forward for a closer look at the
sight she was presenting to me and as I did, I realized what
the source was of the musky scent that I'd detected earlier. It
took me only a moment to decide that if she tasted anything like
the way she smelled, then I wasn't going to have any problems at
all about 'eating pussy'!
But my first order of business was to become familiar with the
structure of the female genitalia that is, I checked out my
very first live snatch!
When I was close enough, I could see that there were actually two
sets of 'lips' the larger, thicker set that made up the outside
of her sex, and a smaller, thinner set that actually bracketed
her opening. The first thing I did was to examine her using only
my eyes from different directions and varying distances. Even
as I was looking at her, I could see her 'inner' vaginal lips
parting even more, and getting a bit longer while the area
between them got visibly wetter. From the bottom, they flowed up
and around the opening of her vagina, then continued upward until
they disappeared under a small hood of flesh near the top of her
mound. Finally, my eyes could tell me no more, and I gingerly
reached forward with my hand to begin a tactile exam. My first
touch was on that small hood and I heard Sigrid moan softly at
the contact. I immediately pulled my hand back, only to hear her
say "No, Eric, you did nothing wrong. It felt good when you
touched me!"
Thus reassured, I reached up to touch her again getting another
soft moan and gently pulled the hood back, revealing a small
nub of flesh underneath. Even as I was looking at it, Sigrid was
telling me "That is my clitoris that you are looking at. It is
very sensitive, so be gentle with it, yes?"
I could only nod my head I'd heard about the clitoris, but had
no idea what it looked like or where it was until that moment;
and damned if I was going to do anything that would cause me to
lose it now!
From her clitoris and its hood, my hand continued touching and
testing the rest of her pelvis as she told what each of the parts
were. I'd heard the words, of course, but had no real grasp
(pardon the pun) of the geography, if you will. The only response
from Sigrid was a number of soft moans, and a quiet "at befle
artig feels good!"
Even as I was looking and touching, the heady aroma of Sigrid's
arousal (I knew what it was by that time) continued to grow. I
finally decided that it was time to find out if the taste of her
would be as pleasant to my tongue as the scent of her was to my
nose with only the briefest of hesitations, I stuck my tongue
out and ran it from the bottom of her opening to the top
earning myself another moan, louder that time as the
accumulation of the female oils between her vaginal lips was
transferred to my taste buds; the flavor of Sigrid was something
that I became addicted to in about zero seconds flat: she was
delicious!!
I didn't delay in dipping my tongue into her honey-pot again, and
left it there trying to soak up as much of her nectar as I could
while she moaned her pleasure. When I'd gotten all I could by
keeping my tongue buried in her, I moved on to trying to collect
more of her juices from anyplace I thought they might be hiding.
As I continued licking her pelvis, I was rewarded with a number
of comments from Sigrid: "av, ja - oh, yes", "ja, p den made -
yes, like that!", and "lave at igen - do that again". Between the
verbal encouragement, and the increasing tempo of her moans and
panting, I knew that what I was doing was bringing her the kind
of pleasure she'd already given me. It was after my confidence
had increased and I was starting to focus on her clitoris that I
heard "der , ja netop - there, that's it!" and that was all I
needed to know. Keeping most of my attention on her clitoris
but still branching out to include her vaginal lips and opening
I tried a number of different things to see what made her feel
best: gently sucking on her clitoris, fluttering my tongue across
it, simply licking at it as though it were a tiny ice cream cone,
and so on. It was only a few minutes until I began to feel her
tensing, her legs rhythmically pressing against my ears as her
moans became louder, and her panting almost non-stop. Finally,
with a loud "det er ske it's happening!", her thighs clamped
firmly over my ears as her hips lifted her clear of the bed while
her vaginal opening clenched around my mouth and tongue, forcing
her precious nectar onto my tongue and into my mouth. When that
happened, I knew that I'd brought her the pleasure, the ecstasy
she'd given me and felt both proud and happy that I'd been able
to do it.
As I was sitting there congratulating myself, I felt her lift
herself up, then her hands on my upper arms. She tugged on me,
and I let myself be dragged back up onto the bed to lay over her,
my elbows on either side of her head to support my torso while my
hips and legs rested between her silky thighs and my
again-erect penis pressing into her mons.
She looked up at me with a mixture of pleasure, happiness, and
desire as she told me "That felt very good, Eric. I think we can
say that you like to do that, yes?" with a mischievous smile.
"I think we can say that, yes!" I agreed making her laugh
before she said "You learn very quickly how to please a girl."
"I had a very good teacher" I explained earning myself a smile
"and it was a very good lesson to learn. You are delicious!",
the last part earning me another laugh before she pulled me down
for a kiss. Our tongues were in each others mouths before I
realized that not only was she likely tasting herself, but that I
was probably getting a little bit of my own cum returned to me
and promptly decided that it really didn't matter, in favor of
returning Sigrid's kisses with as much enthusiasm as she was
giving them to me.
Finally, though, we both had to come up for air even though we
continued to give each other small kisses all over each other's
faces. As we laid there like that, I was surprised when I
realized that my penis was softening again and even more
surprised when I realized that I wasn't worried about it. A
moment's introspection told me why: Sigrid wasn't concerned, so I
figured that there wasn't any reason for ME to that I loved and
trusted her more than I'd realized before then. She was confident
that I would be able to 'rise' to the occasion, and that gave ME
confidence, as well.
Still, I realized that having so much of my weight on her
probably wasn't the most comfortable sensation for her, and moved
to lie next to her on my side after pausing to give her a kiss on
the forehead along the way. Once next to her, I reached over to
put my hand on her breast, cupping it as I used my thumb to
softly 'tease' her nipple. She turned her head to look at me and
smiled before saying "You are doing the right thing, Eric after
you give a girl pleasure, she will like for you to stay with her
and hold and comfort her. You kissed me, and now you hold me
and it feels very nice, and makes me care for you even more."
She'd told me before that she cared for me, but until that last
sentence from her, I wasn't entirely sure whether or not I should
believe it. Not that I thought she was actually lying to me, you
understand, merely that she might be stretching things a bit. But
after all that had happened in the last I checked the clock on
the nightstand behind her half hour (!), I couldn't help BUT
believe that she was telling me what she really felt, without
exaggeration. And the knowledge that my affection (love?) was
returned in kind only made my heart go out to her even more.
We lay there for a little while as we took the opportunity to
really talk to each other. Not just the being polite kind of
stuff that had gone on between us before, but actually telling
each other about ourselves what we wanted to do, what we
thought about, and so on. Even as we were talking, my hand
continued to caress her body first just her breasts, then on to
the rest of her body, as far as I could conveniently reach. In
return, Sigrid let her fingertips trace their way along my body;
caressing my face, my chest, my shoulders, my sides, my hips, and
finally my penis. At first she simply traced her fingertips
through my pubic hair (as I was doing to her at the time hers
was fine, soft, and dense, and fascinated me), then on to take me
into her hand. With her soft, warm hand on my dick, I could feel
myself starting to respond; but when all she did was hold it,
squeezing softly as though to see if it was 'done', I got no
farther that half-hard.
It was when I finally let my fingers dip between her thighs to
begin exploring her opening again that Sigrid's grip on my penis
changed from 'merely' holding, to actually stroking me, slowly
bringing me to fuller erectness. In response, I didn't hesitate
to reciprocate: letting my finger caress the opening to her
vagina, and dip inside it slightly. When her only response was to
close her eyes and lift her hips slightly to encourage me, I
began sliding my finger farther and farther inside her, marveling
at how hot and wet and tight she was inside. I had my entire
finger inside her, and had figured out that the hard lump I could
feel was what they called the 'cervix' when she finally spoke
again, saying "befle artig..... It feels good, what you're
doing, Eric."
Encouraged (and reassured, truth be told) that what I was doing
was 'right', I kept doing it and even dared to try sliding
another finger in to join the first; I was rewarded with a
throaty "Det er dog for galt... yes, I like that!" as her hand
changed from simply stroking my erect penis to slowly
masturbating me.
A couple more minutes went by, and both of us were softly
panting; Sigrid was continuously lifting her hips up in welcome
to my slowly thrusting fingers, and my pelvis was rocking back
and forth in time with her hand. I could feel myself getting even
harder I hadn't thought it was possible when she suddenly
opened her eyes and looked up at me to say "Eric, I think that we
should stop, now."
My face must have told her what I thought and felt about that
idea, and she laughed briefly before telling me "No, I don't mean
we have to stop; only that if we keep doing like this, there
won't be time for the important part!"
Relieved, I reluctantly pulled my fingers free of her vaginal
clasp. I started to bring them up to my face to smell, and lick
clean, before I realized that it might bother or embarrass her.
She saw my hand start to move toward my face, and understood what
I'd been about to do. With a smile on her face, she nodded and
said "Go ahead, Eric smell and taste, if you want. I am not
ashamed about that." Blushing slightly, I went ahead and finished
up what I'd started to do letting the heady aroma that was
Sigrid waft into my nose as my tongue re-acquainted itself with
her taste. As I was doing that, she told me "What you were doing
felt very good to me, and it is only normal for a girl to get wet
like that. For me, it makes me feel good to know that you like
the smell of me, and the way I taste."
My fingers regrettably clean of her oils, I nodded my
understanding, and she went on to say "Now is the time for us to
make love, Eric. I know that this will be your first time, so
there are some things that I want to tell you, so that it will be
better for you, and for me. Do you understand?"
"Yes, I think so. If I can make it good for you, too, then that's
what I want to do."
She smiled, and said "I am glad to hear that. What I want to tell
you is that what we do is make love. It would be an easy thing
for you to find your own pleasure quickly but to make love, you
should find your pleasure slowly. When you feel yourself getting
too close, do not be afraid to slow down, or even stop so that
you can how you say? Pull back from the edge?" I nodded, and
she went on "If you can do that, then you will be able to enjoy
making love for even longer and your pleasure will be even
more. You understand?"
I nodded my understanding again, and she continued by saying
"While you are doing that, you will also be bringing pleasure to
the girl, yes? So if you are able to make love longer, then she
will feel more pleasure and that will make HER happy about
making love with you, so she will want to do it again. And that
is what you want, yes?" and giving me a big smile when I
replied "That is what I want, yes."
She went on to tell me "There are different way that a boy and
girl can make love; I think that you have maybe seen some of them
in the magazines that boys like. The different ways to make love
feel different; sometimes one way is better for the boy, other
times for the girl. Other ways make both of them feel good. For
your first time, what way would you like?"
It wasn't a question I'd ever really considered I'd figured
that ANY way to lose my virginity was a good one; but it didn't
take me any time at all to decide before I told her "I think I
would like what we call the 'missionary' position."
She nodded, and said "That is good for both the boy and the girl
but you will be the one to do all the work."
I grinned, and said "I don't think that I could really call it
'work'. Besides, what I want is to be able to look at you your
face while... during..."
She saved me from getting my foot any farther into my mouth by
giving me a delighted smile and saying "I am flattered that you
want to look at me while we make love."
"What, uh, do I do? I mean, I kinda know that my, uh, penis goes
inside you, but, um, I don't know..."
Again, Sigrid's gentle patience and understanding rescued me. She
told me "First, you must be between my legs, yes?" I hastened
(!!) to do as she said, then she said "Next, you must put the end
of your penis against me I think you know where! Until you have
made love more, do not be afraid to use your hand, or look where
you want to go."
With that said, she raised her thighs, and spread them even more,
opening herself up to me and giving me a clear view of my
'target': her vaginal lips were parted, making it easy to see the
opening to her vagina. I took my erection in my hand, and quickly
realized that I was going to have to lean forward to get myself
anywhere near being able to put it inside her. I moved my other
arm to put my hand next to her side, and that got me in the
position I figured I needed to be in but left the parentheses
of her vaginal opening hidden behind the mound of her sex.
Without my having to say a word, she lifted her hips, making it
possible for me to make out her opening again.
Angling my penis down (I hadn't known I could GET that hard and
stiff!), I managed to get the head of it against her opening
and promptly gasped at how incredibly hot and wet and good it
felt.
Even as I started to press myself against her, she spoke up,
saying "Gently, Eric, and slowly. I am wet on the inside, but you
are still dry on the outside. Do not be afraid to move up or
down, so that you go into me more easy it will be easier for
you, and more comfortable for the girl."
The LAST thing I wanted to do was hurt her, so I did as she said:
pressing myself into her slowly and carefully. It took me only a
moment to realize that the angle was wrong, and I quickly moved
'up', remembering the angle that my fingers had slid into her.
Another tentative push, and I knew that I'd gotten it right;
pressing my hips forward would slide my penis straight intoher.
Knowing that everything was ready, I made another try at sliding
myself into her, and felt her opening give way slightly in
response. Another push, and I could feel the head of my dick
start to slide into her, then suddenly slip past the tight ring
of her opening, causing me to gasp again at the feel of her hot,
wet vagina wrapped so tightly around it. I was torn between
pausing to savor the sensation of being inside even a little
bit of a girl's pussy, and wanting to bury myself in her so I'd
know how it feel to have ALL of my dick feeling like that.
But it was the realization that it was Sigrid beneath me, and my
feelings for her, that won out: with another push, I felt maybe
another inch of myself slide into her before there was too much
'drag'. I stopped, and Sigrid told me "That is right, Eric
slowly and gently. If you will move back and forth a little bit,
you will see that my wetness will make it easier for you to go in
more."
I looked up at her face, and saw that she was both clearly
pleased by having me inside her, and waiting patiently for me to
continue. The look of affection in her eyes went straight to my
heart, leaving me torn between wanting to watch her face, and
watching my dick, while I finished entering her. I compromised by
watching her face as I did as she'd suggested, sliding myself out
of her a little ways before pressing in again. Just as she'd told
me, it took only a couple cycles of that before I could feel her
wetness making it possible for me to slide into her further. As I
was wetting myself with her oils, I could clearly see her
pleasure at having me inside her on her face and it only made
me all the more determined to make my first experience as good
for her as I knew it would be for me.
With that thought in mind, I looked down to where my erect penis
was penetrating her, and slid myself out a little bit. I watched
as her vaginal lips tried to stay with my erection, drawing out
from her body as far as they could go before sliding back; then
disappearing when I reversed direction to press myself into her
again, burying another couple of inches of myself in her hot
tunnel. I paused a moment, then watched our union as I again
wetted myself with her ample supply of fluids, then lifted my
head to look at her face as I pushed my way even farther inside
her and saw her look of joy as I did, her eyes widening at the
sensations I knew I was creating in her. By this time, over half
of my hard dick was inside her, and I heard her softly mutter
"alts hyggelig feels so nice..." with her eyes closed.
Far from being the disaster I'd been afraid would happen the
first time I tried to fuck, the response I was getting from
Sigrid assured me that I was getting it right and for that, I
knew that she would always have my heart; no matter how many
other girls and women that I might meet, I would always remember
her with love and gratitude. And it was only then that I fully
understood the real gift she was giving me. It wasn't the use of
her body, as unbelievably generous as that was; or even the
patient tutelage she offered. Rather, it was the confidence that
I would always carry with me, knowing that I was able to bring
pleasure to my partner. Through her kindness, generosity,
patience, and yes, love, Sigrid was sparing me the fears, doubts,
and insecurities that I knew I would have suffered without her.
Even as all that was going through my mind, Sigrid's eyes opened,
and she looked up at me with and expression that stayed with me
for the rest of my life: a mixture of gratitude (?!), pleasure,
desire, and love.
Our eyes locked, and we watched each other as I once again spread
her female lubricants along my manhood, making it possible for me
to slide into her the rest of the way: with a single push, I
found that I'd buried myself inside her. I could feel the spongy
mass of her pubic thatch pressing against mine, the tight ring of
her entrance clasped securely around the base of my rock-hard
erection.
She gave me a beatific smile, and softly said "So, Eric - ikke
laengere jomfru. No more virgin!" before lifting her hips and
pressing herself against me, to emphasize that I was fully and
completely inside her as if I wasn't all too aware of the
situation already.
It was an experience I've never had repeated: I was experiencing
two completely different, intensely personal, things at the same.
Even as my eyes and mind and all the rest of me was focused on
Sigrid, I was incredibly aware of how she felt to my penis the
amazing heat of her, how tight she felt around me, the way her
juices were starting to soak into my pubic hair, the little
clenchings of her vagina in response to her slightest movement,
and all the rest of it.
I could feel myself becoming more and more aroused by the
experience of being inside her, and as that arousal increased, I
felt myself getting closer and closer to unloading myself into
her.
She must have known what I was going through, because she
suddenly put her hands on my face, and said "Eric! Eric! Look at
me! Listen to me!"
I managed to pull myself away from the overload of sensations
emanating from my dick, and gave her my attention and listened
as she told me "I know that it is a powerful thing, to make love
the first time but do not let it become too much. If you feel
yourself getting too close to the climax, then stop and think
about something else. I know the feelings are very strong, but
you should not listen to them yet. You understand?"
I managed to nod, and said "It was... I could... The feeling, it
was... very strong", a bit ashamed at what had nearly happened
and WOULD have happened, if she hadn't gotten my attention.
She smiled at me, and replied "It is all right, now. I think for
boys, it is just the opposite for what it is for girls the first
time. For us, until we are used to having a boy inside us, it is
very uncomfortable at first, and we do not feel good."
"How... How did you know?" I couldn't help asking.
"I could see it in your eyes, and on your face. And I could feel
it a little bit, here" the last with a deliberate tightening of
her vagina around me. She went on to say "But it is all right
now, yes? You do not feel so... intense?"
"Yes, its okay now", I admitted, before saying "I'm sorry,
Sigrid. I almost ruined everything..."
She heard the shame and pain in my voice, and said "No, Eric, do
not feel bad about it. This is your first time. Like I say, it is
different for boys and girls, their first time. That is why I
wanted to do this special thing for you so that I could make it
easier for you, and help you learn how to make a girl happy about
making love. It is over now, and you did not finish too quickly.
Even now, I will wager that you know it will not happen ever
again."
I considered what she'd just said, and realized that she was
right I was there to learn from her; and I DID know that it was
an experience that would never happen to me again.
I smiled down to her, and said "Yes, you are right."
She smiled back, and answered "Good. You are a happy young man
again and now we can make love, yes?"
I grinned, and said "Now we can make love, yes" before lowering
my head to kiss her softly on the lips before saying "Thank you,
Sigrid. I think that I understand what a special thing it is you
are giving me."
She got a delighted and pleased look on her face, and rose up to
kiss me back before saying "You are welcome, Eric. I am glad that
you know what it is we are doing. I will only ask you to remember
it when the time comes that you will be the one to introduce a
girl to making love."
"I will never forget, Sigrid you, or what you have taughtme."
"Good. Now, make love with me, Eric", she commanded then
laughed when I answered "I would be happy to!"
We looked deep into each other's eyes as I slowly withdrew my
penis from her tight sheath, stopping only when just the head of
it was inside her. I paused briefly, then pressed myself back in
again savoring every moment of the sensation of filling her
again. Even as I felt our pubic hair begin to merge, I knew that
I would never again be tempted to experience my own release
without bringing my partner a full and equal measure of
pleasure.
Over the next few minutes, I gradually increased the speed of my
thrusts into her as we shared kiss after kiss, our tongues
dancing in each other's mouths as her delightful breasts began to
sway on her body, dragging her nipples across my hairless chest
making them (and me!) harder.
After a bit, I fell into a rhythm that just felt 'right': fast
enough to keep me hard, but slow enough that my arousal grew only
a little. Judging from the sounds that Sigrid began to make, she
found it satisfactory, too her repeated soft moans, sighs,
gasps, and murmured encouragements let me know that I was
pleasing her, too.
As I continued to piston in and out of her, I lowered my head
again to begin kissing her face, shoulders, ears, throat, neck
and anything else that I could lay my lips on. She responded by
spreading her legs even more, and putting her arms around me to
pull me even closer. Our passion increased, and so did the pace
of my thrusts into her and the frequency and volume of her
pants, moans, and encouragements: "Ja, ja", and "Mere more!"
So it was that I wasn't all that surprised when I felt her
suddenly tighten around my penis as she cried out "Oh! Oh! Mig
God! I feel it!" before her eyes closed and her head snapped
back; she released a deep groan as her body froze under mine. I
knew what was happening to her, and tried to time my thrusts into
her with the series of spasms of her vagina as it clenched around
me. The sensation of her orgasm around my penis stimulated me
tremendously, but I was able to remember her advice, and found a
way to 'pull back' from the edge, to put off my own approaching
release. It was made easier as her climax first slowed, then
gradually tapered off.
When most of it had passed for her, she opened her eyes again and
lifted her head to look up at me. I could see that her face was
flushed as she looked at me passionately, and then kissed me
fiercely before saying "Oh, Eric, that was so good!" something
that did wonders for my tender 14-year-old ego.
A moment later, she realized that I was still hard, and looked up
at me with a mixture of pleasure and pride to ask "Eric you did
not... ?"
"No, I did not. It was not easy, but I remembered what you told
me about making it last longer" I answered.
She looked pleased, and said "Good then you can make both of us
feel good some more, yes?" - the lust clear in her voice.
My only reply was to slide about half of my penis out of her
slowly, then press back in again making her close her eyes and
tilt her head back again as she groaned her pleasure.
During her orgasm, she had gotten even wetter inside; I could
feel the overflow of her juices wetting our pubic hair even more
and noticed that the scent of her arousal had gotten even
stronger in the air. The smell of it ran little fingers into my
nostrils, adding fuel to my desire. It took me only a few moments
to get into another rhythm of sliding in and out of her; this
time doing so more quickly, and with a little more force. She
surprised me slightly by lifting her pelvis in welcome to the
increase in my enthusiasm, encouraging me to continue making love
to her that way.
I did that very thing: maintaining a steady pace of sheathing my
stiff member in her hot, wet scabbard, delighting in the feeling
of her slender legs wrapped around my waist; the sensation of her
breasts as their pressure shifted around on my chest in response
to my thrusts; the liquid sounds we produced with every
penetration of my penis into her clasping vagina; the scent of
her; the sounds of her voice as she muttered what must have been
words and phrases of satisfaction and encouragement they were
all in Danish, which I didn't understand, but the tone and
meaning of them was clear enough.
A few more minutes, and I could feel Sigrid tensing up as she
approached yet another orgasm; I could feel myself starting down
the path as well, and decided not to put it off any longer.
Instead, I simply continued to piston in and out of her as she
cried out her release; the tightening of her vagina making it
difficult to enter her, the added lubrication she produced made
it possible.
As her climax progressed, the sensations she was creating around
my penis increased my pleasure tremendously; I was well on the
way to my own climax when hers ended. From the way she began
'talking' to me again at the end of her orgasm, I could only
conclude that she was well along toward a third climax even as
she was recovering from the first: she began hunching her hips up
toward me as her heels pressed against my ass, as though to try
and force even more of my erect member into her channel. Her
efforts only caused her vagina to tighten around me with each of
her exertions, and that increased my own pleasure, bringing me
even closer.
It wasn't but a couple more minutes, and I could feel myself
begin to tighten up as I prepared to unload my aching balls into
her. I managed to gasp out "Sigrid! I'm close! It's going to
happen soon!" and only received a "Yes, Eric, yes! Do it!" in
reply.
A few strokes later, and it happened: with a groan, I tried to
push my penis as far into her as I could just as the first jet of
my hot, thick semen erupted from me. Sigrid's eyes flew open, and
with a cry of "Av God, jeg er nr forestende!", she literally
lifted herself off the bed as she pulled me close, pressing her
pelvis against me to get the last fraction of an inch of my dick
inside her as she tripped over into her own orgasm.
The first spurt of my cum into her felt like it lasted forever,
though I know it couldn't have been more than a couple of
seconds; her vagina had started clenching around me in a way that
made my second shot as strong as the first: from the base of my
penis to the ridge of my glans, her vaginal muscles were
'milking' me, with the deepest part of her seeming to generate
some kind of 'suction' on the head that felt like it was pulling
my semen out of me.
As I supported our combined weight on my arms and legs, I could
feel my balls tighten even more, and wasn't surprised when yet
another seemingly endless jet of cum erupted from the end of my
dick.
Seconds ticked by as both of us felt wave after wave of pleasure
and release wash through us, until, finally, it was done.
I heard Sigrid groan, and felt her grip on me begin to loosen;
rather than let her fall the short distance back onto the bed, I
managed to lower myself so that she was resting on it while I
held myself over her. Supporting most of my weight with my
elbows, I looked down at her and saw that her face, neck, and
shoulders all had a dark blush that I was later to learn was a
sure sign of arousal. Her face and body had a faint sheen of
perspiration and I realized that mine did, as well.
Even as I was looking down at her, I could feel a couple of small
aftershocks go through her vagina before she opened her eyes to
look up at me. I could see that the intensity of what she'd just
experienced had left her a bit disoriented, and simply waited
until she was able to focus on my face. It took a few seconds
before she brightened and smiled up at me before saying "Thank
you, Eric. That made me feel very good!", then lifted her head to
kiss me.
I grinned down at her and said "It made me feel pretty good,
too!" - making her laugh before she answered "Yes, I could
tell."
Surprised, I asked "You could feel it?"
"Of course. I knew when you squirted inside me it it felt very
warm, and I could feel that I was getting even wetter there. And
I could feel it as your penis moved inside me while you did that.
And it was very kind of you to help me lay down again and I am
grateful that you hold yourself over me like this. I feel very
tired from all the happy exercise and feelings you have given me,
and it is nice to have a warm human blanket", with a mischievous
grin on her face.
I couldn't keep myself from telling her "I would be happy to be
your blanket any time, Sigrid."
She laughed, and said "I think that you would and I would like
it, too, Eric. You make such a nice blanket for me!"
"You like this?" I asked, somewhat surprised.
"Of course, Eric. Did I not tell you that a girl likes for her
boy to comfort her after? What could be more caring and
thoughtful than for him to keep her warm and hold her close as
you are doing now? Particularly when he is still hard enough to
stay inside her?"
With that last sentence, I realized that I was still fairly hard,
and inside her. And right on the heels of that, I realized that
what was keeping me hard was the way her vagina was clenching at
me every so often as though she enjoyed still having methere.
Surprised, I asked her "You are doing that to me? On purpose?"
She grinned, and answered "Yes, Eric it is me doing it
deliberately. I like the way you feel to me, so I want to keep
you there for as long as I can. Do you not like it?", the last
with a teasing tone.
"Oh, I like it very much!" I assured her before saying "I am just
surprised that you can do that."
"It is not so difficult; a girl can learn to control that part of
her, just as she can learn to control the rest. All she has to do
is take the time to learn, and practice." She tilted and turned
her head to look at the clock; I looked, too, and saw that over
an hour and quarter had already passed.
She looked back up at me in disappointment I felt it, too and
said "I would like to stay with you like this, but your family
will be home before too long. I think we must make ourselves
presentable before they arrive."
I sighed and nodded, but perked up when she told me "It will save
some time if we clean up together. Would you like to take a
shower with me?" with a tone that clearly told me she already
knew what the answer would be.
I agreed enthusiastically, and she laughed before saying "Now, if
you will hand me the towel, we will not make a mess on your bed."
I did as she asked, and she reached down between us with it
before telling me "If you will slide out of me, I can catch what
will escape from me" then, grinning, she added "If you want to
watch, I do not mind."
After all that we'd been through in the last hour plus, I knew
that I didn't have to worry in the slightest about embarrassing
her or myself, for that matter. I admitted to myself that I
really did want to see the aftermath of my first experience with
love-making, and managed to rise up so that I was sitting more or
less on my heels. From that position, I was able to back up
enough to pull my shrinking penis free and unabashedly watched
as our combined fluids began to flow out of her. I could see that
I had opened her up, and almost instinctively understood that her
internal muscles would shrink back down again, closing her up
before too long. With an amused expression on her face, she
waited several seconds so that I could get a good look not only
at what was happening, but how she looked between her legs, now
that the physical part of it was over. Then she carefully made
sure that she blotted up all the excess fluids that had leaked
out before holding the towel against her opening to catch the
rest of it.
She sat up, then moved to the edge of the bed before standing,
still holding the towel between her thighs. Somehow, I found the
sight incredibly erotic, and wanted more than anything else to
pull her back down onto the bed and add to the juices that were
even then draining out of her. Instead, I simply sat there,
watching her with a mixture of lust and love. With a happy smile,
she told me "If you want to, you can come with me to watch what I
do next" I figured she was going to do something to get all of
my semen out of her "or you can give me a few moments before
you join me in the bathroom."
I could see that she would be perfectly willing to accept my
decision, but figured that she might like a little privacy for
what she was about to do, and said "I will join you in a couple
of minutes; I think that I should straighten up my room a little
bit while I have the chance."
She seemed to understand what I wasn't saying, and her smile grew
JUST a little before she answered "That would be a good thing,
too. I will see you in a little bit, yes?"
"Oh, yes!" I assured her, making her laugh.
She went out the door and turned toward the bathroom; I waited
until I heard it close before getting off the bed myself and
having a look around to see what needed to be done to eliminate
any 'evidence' that anything had happened there. It took me only
a couple of minutes to straighten things out before I got my
clothes together and carried them down to the bathroom. The door
was slightly open, but I still knocked and asked "Sigrid?"
Inside, I heard her say "It is okay, Eric you can come in." I
did, and saw that she was getting ready to start the shower. She
turned around to look at me, and saw that I had my clothes in my
hands. She grinned, and said "Yes, that was maybe a good idea,
Eric. Now, would you like to clean up with me?" as she started
the water running.
I smiled, and looked around to see that she'd already hung her
things up on the hook on the back of the door that left me the
top of the laundry hamper, where I laid my stuff. A moment later,
and I was next to her not hesitating in the slightest before
putting my arm around her as we both checked the water
temperature. Satisfied, she got in first, then I did. She turned
to face the showerhead, and I moved up behind her, putting my
arms around her and cupping her breasts in my hands. She turned
her head to look at me, and said "I like that, Eric but we must
clean up before your parents get home, yes? So please try to
behave yourself. We can have a little fun while we wash but not
too much."
I sighed my agreement, then kissed the nape of her neck and was
surprised to feel her shudder in my arms before she told me "If
you do that again, I think that we will not be ready in time.
Remember, you must behave yourself."
Surprised at her reaction, I mentally filed away the thought that
kissing a girl there was something that I'd have to try in the
future. While I continued to cup her breasts, Sigrid reached out
for the bottle of liquid soap and squirted a generous dollop into
her hands. She quickly worked up a lather, then turned around in
my arms to say "First I will wash you, then you may wash me"
and laughing when I enthusiastically nodded.
The next several minutes became another miniature film that I
knew would stay with me for the rest of my life: Sigrid
unhesitatingly and unashamedly using her hands to make sure that
every part of my body was squeaky clean paying special
attention to more parts than others. When she was done, she
simply handed me the soap. I knew what to do, and she clearly
knew what I was going to do: use the opportunity to become as
familiar with her body as she had mine if not more so. The feel
of her bare skin had been wonderful; the feeling of her body with
the added lubrication of the soap made it an incredibly sensual
and erotic event. By the time I was done, my penis had hardened
again, standing proud and tall in the water dripping off our
bodies.
Sigrid saw it, and laughed, saying "So, you are ready again! Such
enthusiasm! Still, I do not think that I should let you leave the
shower like that, and we do not have time to make love again.
So..." so she went to her knees, and promptly took me into her
mouth again. She began sucking and licking me, bringing me closer
and closer, until I filled her mouth with my spunk as she
swallowed every drop of it. When she was done, she stood up and
said "There, I think that you are ready to dry and get dressed
again, yes?" with a broad smile on her face.
I couldn't help myself, and took her into my arms, giving her a
deep, passionate kiss not worrying in the slightest about what
she'd just done, or that I might get some of my own cum in my
mouth.
As it turned out, I did just a couple of seconds into our kiss,
we were again dueling tongues in each others mouths, and I could
taste some of my cum. But it was Sigrid I was kissing, and after
all she'd done with and to and for me, I wasn't about to concern
myself with it.
After a bit, our lips parted and I told her "Thank you,Sigrid."
She smiled at me, and answered "I think you enjoyed it more than
the first time, yes? Good you are learning what it means to
take the time to enjoy the pleasure, and I was happy to do it.
Still, we must finish here, yes?"
With that, she pulled free of my embrace and turned to shut the
water off. While she did that, I stepped out and got a towel,
holding it open so she could wrap herself in it. She thanked me,
gave me a kiss on the cheek, and started to dry herself, patently
unconcerned about my presence, or whether I would watch her
which, of course, I did while drying myself off with another
towel.
Finally, both of us were ready, and Sigrid playfully asked if I
would like to help her get dressed knowing full well that I
would. I took her skirt and held it at her feet so she could step
into it, and buried my nose in her pubic hair before sticking my
tongue out to lick at her cleft, making her laugh. Next was her
blouse, which I 'mis-buttoned' a couple of times so that I could
have more chances to play with her delightful breasts; her only
response was a playful, soft slap on the arm as she told me
"Eric, we do not have the time for this!" but not moving my
hands away and doing it herself.
When it came time for me to dress, she 'insisted' on helping ME
and I knew that I was in for the same treatment. I got it, too: a
soft kiss on my testicles and a brief lick of my penis before she
pulled my underpants up, followed by a not-so-brief grope of me
with the explanation "to make sure they fit correctly". By the
time she was done and I was fully dressed, I was half-hard
again.
With both of us clothed again, I looked around for the hand towel
she'd used, and spotted it draped across the edge of the sink.
Looking closer, I could see that she'd obviously rinsed it out,
removing any trace of what she'd used it for. I picked it up and
dropped it in the laundry hamper, followed by the towels we'd
dried off with.
Hand in hand, we left the bathroom and started toward my room.
When we got close, both of us realized that there was a distinct
aroma of aroused female emanating from it. To my surprise, Sigrid
blushed slightly before saying "I will spray some of my scent"
we'd learned that she said 'scent' instead of 'perfume' "for
the smell."
I couldn't resist the temptation, and told her "But Sigrid,
that's already the problem your scent!"
It took her a couple of seconds, but she got the bawdy joke I'd
just told, and started laughing before she told me "Eric! That is
a terrible thing to say!" but her voice told me that she was
amused, not upset.
"I think your scent" I emphasized the word to freshen the joke;
she laughed "would only make for questions. There is something
I can do that would be better, I think." Being around her, all of
us had started picking up some of her speech patterns.
She looked at me in curiosity, and I just said "I think you need
to put on the rest of your clothes, yes?" She nodded, and I went
on "Just give me a kiss, and I will take care of it."
She turned to face me, and we put our arms around each other for
a long, loving not passionate kiss. When it was over, she
looked into my eyes and said "Eric, I came to you to show you my
gratitude for the way you have treated me. I thought that I would
be doing something special by helping you through your first time
to make love. But you have been a very special pupil, and I think
that maybe I have gotten as much from you as I tried to give TO
you. You are a very special, very sweet, very good boy; and the
girls that you meet after I am gone will be very lucky to have
you as their boyfriend."
The mention of her imminent departure saddened me, but I told her
"And for you, Sigrid. Even if you had not done all the things
that you have for me, I would still be a better person because of
your presence in my life. Even without this special time between
us, I would always remember you as someone I cared for."
I could see her eyes start to tear up as she told me "Thank you,
Eric" before she pulled away from me and headed into Patty's
room. A moment later, I saw and heard the door close, and somehow
knew that she was inside crying as sad to be leaving us as I
would be to see her go.
Still, I managed to blink away the tears that I was starting to
feel, and went down the hall to get the vacuum cleaner. Each of
us kids was responsible for thoroughly cleaning our rooms, and
I'd gotten the hint from Mom that she thought it was time I
cleaned mine that was what I'd been doing when Sigrid appeared
in my door. I knew that if I spread around some of the carpet
cleaning powder Mom bought, and ran the vacuum, it would easily
take care of the unique aroma that was an aroused Sigrid.
I'd finished the vacuuming and was generally cleaning up the rest
of my room when I heard Patty's door open. A bit later, I went
into the kitchen to get some paper towels, and saw that Sigrid
was curled up in a chair with a book in the family room but
apparently not reading it; her eyes were a thousand miles away. I
went about the rest of my cleanup without disturbing her.
I'd been laying on my bed listening to the radio for maybe half
an hour when I heard Mom, Dad, and Patty get home. I got up and
went into the family room to join them. Sigrid gave no indication
that anything was even slightly out of the ordinary to all
appearances, she'd been sitting there reading when they got home.
I knew better, of course.
Mom and Dad had decided to surprise all of us by bringing home a
container of fast-food fried chicken, something that Sigrid
enjoyed. All of us headed into the dining room for supper. Only
once did Sigrid and I share a Look letting each other know that
what we felt for each other really was something special.
-----
As expected, Steven got home before Sigrid's departure. He was,
by turns, whiny about having to come back so soon, and annoying
with his insistence on telling all of us in infinite detail
about everything he'd done and all the people he'd met. I think
he even tried Sigrid's nearly limitless patience, judging from
the look I saw her give him once.
At the appointed time, we were all gathered around Sigrid at the
gate at the airport. Mom, Patty, and Sigrid were all teary-eyed
at her departure; I felt no small twinge, myself, and I could
have sworn that even Dad was on the verge of shedding a tear.
Steven just wanted to go home so he could try to show off his
summer camp stuff to his friends again.
At one point, Sigrid made a point of telling all of us "Tusind
tak jeres gstfrihed that is Danish for 'thank you for having
me'." Mom told her "It was our pleasure, Sigrid. I'm SO happy
that we were lucky enough to get such a nice girl like you!"
Finally, they announced the boarding of Sigrid's flight. She
quickly gave Mom and Dad a hug, telling them "I am so glad that I
got to meet you, and stay in your home!". Patty was next, getting
a not-so-brief whispered comment in her ear. Steven tolerated a
brief hug, then it was my turn. Both of us kept our hands and
arms 'polite', but what Sigrid whispered to me was "Think of me,
Eric, when you are with the other girls; and remember what you
learned."
My reply was to tell her "I will, Sigrid, I will. I love you",
and getting a whispered "I love you, too, Eric!" before she
pulled away.
Mom, Patty, and Sigrid were all openly crying as she picked up
the small carry-on bag she had and headed for the walkway to the
plane. At the door, she turned to smile and wave at all of us
and pursing her lips as though kissing us goodbye before
disappearing.
-----
Later that summer, I got the chance to meet a couple of different
girls. The confidence and sureness in myself that Sigrid had
given me stood me in good stead; I was able to go out on 'dates'
(not much of a date when your parents have to drive you anyplace)
with them several times. When school started, it didn't take me
long to find a regular girlfriend and not much longer to start
becoming intimate with her. I remembered what Sigrid had taught
me, and didn't 'push' her; choosing instead to let her know that
I cared for her and wanted to be close to her, then giving her
the time and 'space' to decide for herself how quickly things
progressed between us. By the end of the school year, we were
regularly making love with each other; an activity that left her
feeling as happy and satisfied as I did. By the start of the next
school year, we had kind of fallen apart no bad feelings or
anything like that; it just kind of dissolved. But she still
thought enough of me to tell the next girlfriend I had what a
nice guy I was and that I was an even better lover.
From that point on, I never really lacked for female
companionship. Oh, I wasn't any kind of Don Juan or anything like
that; instead, I found that I much preferred to have a single,
quality relationship with just ONE girl, rather than making
notches on the headboard of my bed. Thinking back on it, I
realized that I'd learned a lot more from Sigrid, and my time
with her, than I think either one of us fully realized and knew
that she would be happy with the kind of boyfriend I'd turned out
to be, and that made me feel proud.
-----
All of that happened a lot of years ago but to this day, I can
still 'see' Sigrid as though she were standing right there in
front of me. And surprisingly, I don't see her naked, either.
Instead, I always see her as she was the day we met her at the
airport. And I have never forgotten those precious lessons she
gave me as I think my wife of the last twenty-plus years would
testify.
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