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Initiation 
By Jennifer Doalfer 
Copyright 2000 Jennifer Doalfer
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Introduction.

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

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

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


Chapter One

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I would have begged for it on my knees.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter Two

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

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

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

Mary-Ann was extremely nosy about Jorgen.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter Three

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I just nodded.  My mind was made up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I guess he must have realised I was severely 
frustrated.

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

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

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

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


Chapter Four

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I moved his hand and turning around, kissed him.

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

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

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

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

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


Chapter Five

After a long day I was finally back in my bed.  
Mary-Ann had been perfectly aware that today had 
been my big day.  I thought she had actually 
seen us at some point. She swore she hadn't, but 
it had been so obvious from my expression and 
the way Jorgen and I had behaved, that she 
couldn't be in any doubt, she said.

In bed, my thoughts were still on Soren and sex, 
and not at all about Jorgen.  It annoyed me.  
Mary-Ann was still awake and more than willing 
to talk.  I thought I would take advantage of 
it.

"Can I ask you a very personal question?" I 
asked.

"Sure," she replied, "when have you ever held 
yourself back anyway?"

"Do you ever get an orgasm when you and Soren 
make love?" I had to ask, ignoring her comment.

She hesitated a little. It was a rather personal 
question, but that didn't seem to worry her.

"I guess you ask that because you didn't," she 
said evenly, and continued, "in the beginning I 
didn't.  To tell you the truth, the first time I 
saw his dick I was so afraid of it that I 
couldn't concentrate on anything but just the 
sheer size of it.  When I began to realise that 
it wouldn't break me in two, I concentrated on 
my own feelings.  Then I started to get 
frustrated and angry that he hadn't been 
thinking about me.  I actually said so to him 
one time.  He just said that he got so horny 
from being with me that he had thoughts of 
nothing else, other than his own feelings.  What 
he suggested was that I should start to 
masturbate.  He said it would both teach me 
about my own feelings so it would be easier for 
me to come while we did it, and, if it did 
nothing else, it would release some of the 
frustration.   Are you feeling frustrated 
already after your first day?"

"We actually did it three times today.  I think 
he is aware that I didn't come, and I think he 
feels a bit guilty. But I find it awkward to 
talk about it," I confessed. 

"You'll have to.  It is such an important part 
of sex.  What we actually do now, is that when I 
miss out, I tell him I don't want to fuck again 
until he has made me come. That works.  And 
actually what has happened recently is that I 
then get a second orgasm when we then fuck, so 
it is doubly good," she said in a dreamy voice.

"What do you mean that you have to masturbate to 
get to know your feelings?  Every time I try I 
feel guilty and funny," I admitted, feeling 
funny even confessing that I had even tried.  On 
the other hand, considering how often and 
uninhibited she did it, I guess I didn't have to 
feel so guilty.

"I have never felt funny about it; but I 
certainly love it.  It has taught me what it 
feels like when it comes, what I have to 
concentrate on, how far away the actual orgasm 
is and stuff like that. Are you saying you have 
never tried?" she asked. I could almost see her 
puzzled expression. She already knew the answer.

"Try it again now," she said.

I had already had my hand there for a while.  
The talking had got me excited again.  I 
wondered in what way Soren was giving her an 
orgasm before she would let him fuck her.  I was 
imagining him between her legs, licking her 
clit.  Then I thought back to the dance floor 
and imagined what I would have done if he had 
actually put a hand up between my legs as we 
danced.  Would I just have been able to stand 
there and take it?  I rubbed my hand gently on 
my clit and imagined it was his fingers.

From my gasp I think it must have been obvious 
that I had followed her advice.

"Just think of something Jorgen is doing to you. 
Even if you suddenly feel that it is wrong, or 
that it feels funny doing it yourself, then 
force yourself to continue, dreaming up a 
picture that will excite you further," my mentor 
suggested.

Had she only known that it was Soren and not 
Jorgen I was imagining.  The guilt I felt now 
was not so much from what I was doing, but that 
I was doing it in front of Mary-Ann and 
imagining that it was her boyfriend doing it!

"Don't concentrate too much on the mechanics of 
it.  It doesn't matter so much if it is the 
exact right place.  That might only hurt.  Just 
rub your fingers loosely over the area of the 
clit, concentrating on your feelings and the 
images in your head."

I did as directed, and after a short while I was 
surprised to feel those funny sensations in my 
stomach again.  I guess I had concentrated too 
much on rubbing right on the clit.  This was so 
much better.  I was imagining I was back on the 
bench at the table where we sat at the 
discotheque.  Soren and his friends were sitting 
around me.  Soren had grabbed one of my legs and 
held it as in a vice between his legs, while one 
of his friends did the same to the other leg.  
It was his hands now rubbing softly, but in 
quick circular motions, which I found out worked 
best, around my clit area, making me throw 
myself around as the pleasure was growing to 
previously unknown proportions.

"I like to play with my nipples at the same 
time. I always masturbate with my right hand, 
and play with my right nipple with my left hand, 
so my right nipple is now much more sensitive to 
touch than the other one."  She just kept 
talking, but it wasn't all that penetrated my 
dream.

I grabbed my right nipple and was surprised to 
find how good it felt, not only on the actual 
nipple, but suddenly my stomach seemed to 
contract a little.   It felt rather like 
releasing urine.   I knew it wasn't what was 
happening, but it was a funny, warm, releasing 
feeling.  I was imagining that Soren had pulled 
my dress all the way up to my neck, baring my 
breasts for all to see, and that he was using 
his free hand to massage my nipple.  I looked 
around at his friends and saw them all staring 
excitedly at me.  Across from me, Mary-Ann was 
sitting giving them directions of what to do to 
me. 

I found myself moaning the same way I had heard 
Mary-Ann moan in pleasure, during so many 
nights.  Suddenly I was about to stop as I felt 
guilty making those sounds in front of her, but 
then I remembered what she had said about just 
continuing no matter what.  I pushed the image 
of Mary-Ann lying there listening to me away, 
and dreamt that Soren had now slid on the floor 
under the table and was licking my clit, while I 
willingly kept the leg he had held forced to the 
side to give a clear view and field of action.  
Under the blanket, I focused on the actual clit, 
with just soft but fast movements, running the 
fingers over it.  I started to go warm all over.  
It was as if my hips were bucking up and down on 
their own.  I kicked off the blanket, not caring 
what Mary-Ann could see.  

My stomach contracted so I almost sat up, and 
could look down at myself. The moon was still 
out, shining through the window and providing 
enough light for me to see myself clearly. I 
imagined the sight that Soren would see if he 
was indeed between my legs, and then suddenly 
the shakes took over. I almost blacked out, 
letting out small yelps with each contraction.  
My nipples got supersensitive, so I could hardly 
touch them and then a strong warm feeling of 
unbelievable pleasure rolled over me.  God, I 
thought, imagine if this feeling actually came 
as part of having sex!  I was shaking rapidly, 
getting many small waves of the same warm 
feeling, like aftershocks from an earthquake.  
Finally the feeling changed from one of intense 
pleasure to one of blissful relaxation, slowly 
brining me back to reality.

"Whoa!" I said, I didn't know it was going to be 
as strong as that. Is it always so strong?"

"No, I think it feels different every time.  It 
is certainly very different when it comes as 
part of fucking.  That has only happened a few 
times for me.  I love it when Soren does it, 
especially if I know we are going to fuck 
afterwards.  But I also enjoy very much doing it 
myself.  Then I can adapt the pace and the 
strength to what I find best at the time.  That 
usually gives me the strongest orgasms, but the 
best experience is when it comes when fucking, 
especially when I come at almost the same time 
as Soren.  Then, usually, his awareness that I 
am coming and my spasms bring him over the top 
right after.  That is just sooo great."

Now that I think about it, I think she was 
actually talking the whole time I was playing 
with myself.  Now I just wanted her to shut up 
so I could go to sleep and dream of my new-found 
pleasure. 

"If you don't mind, I think I will try one 
myself.  All this talk about it has got me 
rather excited," she said, obviously already 
well underway.

I listened to her as she brought herself off.  I 
was thinking of her and Soren.  What was wrong 
with me?  First, I found that I only got really 
excited when I felt I was either being watched 
or imagining doing something with Soren.   
Secondly I only managed to have an orgasm as 
Mary-Ann was talking me through it, and as I was 
imagining myself being fingered and licked by 
Soren in front of all his friends.  Normally, 
every time I thought about Soren and his 
friends, and wasn't excited, I felt disgusted by 
them, but every time I got sexually aroused, it 
was by imagining Soren and his friends were 
there.

I fell asleep with that disquieting thought in 
my mind.


Chapter Six

My sexual relationship with Jorgen slowly 
matured.  I whisked up the nerve to talk to him 
about my lack of orgasms, and taught him how to 
play with me so I would come before we had sex.  
However, in the four-and-a-half week the 
relationship was going on, I never managed to 
orgasm as part of lovemaking.  That was a bit 
frustrating, but I could live with it, because 
he was actually pretty good at bringing me off 
in a way that really was exciting for me. 

I think he slowly realised that I liked doing it 
in half exposed places, so we made love in many 
different locations.  It would make him go all 
ballistic when he knew I wasn't wearing any 
underwear, so he would use any opportunity to 
remove them, if I hadn't already thought of it 
and left them off before going out.   I happily 
pretended to do it for Jorgen, but I was so 
aware of Soren's stares.  He had also realised 
that often I didn't wear underwear, and I was 
torn between loyalty to Jorgen and the wicked 
desire I felt for letting Soren watch or 
casually touch.  Soren had also noticed that I 
didn't always stop him as soon as I suppose I 
should have done, and we had a little game going 
behind Jorgen's back, where Soren would try to 
find out if I wore panties each time I was at 
the disco.  Mostly, he would just run a hand up 
my bum, and then smile a knowing smile when I 
looked at him.  

A few times, usually when I tried to get into a 
seat around the table, he would run a hand up 
the inside of my leg, getting dangerously close 
to a naked, wet pussy.  I had decided that would 
be the limit and quickly stop him if he ever got 
that far, but on the occasion when it did 
happen, I found myself get so excited from the 
long-awaited touch, that I didn't react at all.  
I just stood there, his hand and movements well 
hidden by the dress and the darkness of the 
disco, while his hand slid up the inside of my 
legs from behind, not stopping, but sliding over 
my wet pussy to my clit, which he just carefully 
and expertly gently rubbed.  I don't think it 
lasted more than the few seconds it took for 
Jorgen, who was ahead of me holding my hand, to 
clear a space for us to sit, but I felt so good 
and arousing that I felt reluctant to move, even 
when I could.  Of course, I had to eventually, 
and afterwards I was so upset with myself for 
not being able to keep the promise I had made to 
myself.

Thus the weeks passed with lots of sex and a few 
exciting situations with Soren, but the greatest 
satisfaction I got was from my own masturbation.  
At that, I had become quite an expert.  I could 
bring myself off quickly when I needed, or drag 
it out to orgasms longer and harder than 
anything Jorgen could bring me to.

I didn't like doing it in the bed with Mary-Ann 
listening.  Yes, I had done it once, and 
occasionally I did when the urge hit me, at a 
time it when I was too lazy to get up and go 
somewhere else.  Often I would go for a walk in 
the dunes, find a secluded place and play for as 
long as I needed.  Even though it was not so 
romantic, I would also do it in the bathroom 
when showering or even sometimes at the 
discotheque where I had found a secret hiding 
place near the cloakroom.  As long as I could 
slip in unnoticed I was okay, as the sound of 
the music would drown out the sounds I knew I 
made.  I had occasionally fingered myself when 
sitting at the table waiting for the others to 
return with drinks or from dancing, but didn't 
dare to go too far, as I was afraid my facial 
expressions would give me away.  Also, I was 
seldom left alone for long enough to get very 
far.

All this leads up to the next sexual experience 
of the summer, and one that was completely 
unexpected. 

One night, after some unfulfilling lovemaking 
with Jorgen at the beach, I couldn't sleep. 
Mary-Ann and I were sharing a small outhouse and 
sometimes when I couldn't sleep, I would go to 
the main house, and make a cup of warm cocoa, 
which would usually make me go to sleep.  This 
particular night however, I had decided that I 
needed an orgasm to get my thoughts off sex and 
so get some sleep.  I had slipped on Mary-Ann's 
too-small kimono, not bothering even to pull it 
closed, which I doubted that I even could have.  
The only reason I wore it was because of Harry, 
in the unlikely case he should come around.  He 
had his room in the basement, which had no 
direct connection up to the main room and 
kitchen, so I didn't see it as a problem.

As I was preparing the cocoa, I kept playing 
with myself.  I could see my reflection in the 
dark windows, and I found it quite exciting to 
let the kimono slip open so I could see my 
breasts and even my pussy, as my hand was just 
slowly getting it ready for the big play.  I 
went into the living room, turned on the lights 
and was about to sit on the big couch, quite 
excited and eagerly awaiting the orgasm I knew I 
was going to administer to myself in a short 
time, when I looked out of the window towards 
the sea, and just as I thought I saw a faint 
glow on the terrace outside the house, I heard 
Harry call out to me.

"Hi Jennifer, why don't you come out here and 
drink that."

I almost spilled the cocoa, both from the shock 
and from trying to pull the kimono closed.  The 
first thought which flew through my head was how 
much he had seen from out there, the next one 
was how I could manage to sit out there drinking 
the cocoa and still appear at least somewhat 
decent.

During the few steps it took me to reach the 
terrace door, it flashed through my head how 
unfair I had been to Harry these days.  I was 
perfectly aware that he was staring at me every 
time Mary-Ann and I were running around topless 
in and around the house.  I just thought it was 
fun and a little exciting, but I was so busy 
with all my other thoughts of Jorgen, Soren, 
masturbating and my nagging fear that my 
exhibitionistic streak could be unnatural, that 
I never thought of what it might be doing to 
him.   As I stood in the doorway I became 
acutely aware of it.

"Turn off the lights please, it ruins my night 
sight, and I enjoy sitting out here watching the 
activities that go on at night."

I turned off the light right at the door, 
feeling my throat and stomach knotting up with 
the fear of the thought that maybe he had been 
watching  my exploits at night in the dunes.  
But I didn't think he could have.  My favourite 
dune was well hidden and out of sight from the 
terrace.

He made a motion indicating that I should take a 
seat on the couch next to him.  I was pleased 
his night vision was temporarily ruined, because 
it was impossible to get in and sit down without 
the kimono opening at the front.  Having sat 
down, I managed to pull it together, but I had 
to keep a hand on it all the time or it would 
split wide open.

"From up here I can watch the ocean; the lights 
over there are the fishing harbour and now that 
the disco has shut for the night, you can 
clearly hear the animals of the night moving 
around.  I love sitting out here, pondering over 
life, and the highlights of the day," he 
explained with a soft and friendly voice, just 
the way I remembered him from my childhood days.

"You know, you have become quite an attractive 
little lady," he said looking unashamedly down 
my front.

He wasn't too bad looking himself.  I knew he 
was about as old as my father, perhaps a bit 
younger, but he looked so much better.  He was 
deeply sun-tanned, with blue eyes and blond 
hair, which was rather thin at the top but not 
greying like my father, who had dark hair, and 
in his early forties, but had already gone grey.  
He had a very hairy chest, a fact I found quite 
fascinating.  It seemed to me, that no young 
people these days had hairy chests, and I found 
it quite sexy.  He was still in good shape, 
looking after himself with daily runs on the 
beach and sometimes working out.  He still had a 
sailor's gait, which was quite fun to observe 
when he manoeuvred himself round the house.

I was very much aware of his gaze, feeling much 
more naked sitting here at least somewhat 
covered, than when I had been parading around 
topless in front of him in the daytime.

"It is a strange feeling being around you these 
days.  Edith and I have more or less stopped 
having sex and I haven't really felt sexually 
aroused for a long time, but seeing you walking 
around the house topless, has made me aware that 
I still have the capability to get aroused.  It 
is just so awkward that it has to be my 
daughter's best friend, whom I have known all 
her life.  It seems very wrong to me, but 
especially seeing you like that tonight, makes 
me wish I was twenty years younger." He smiled a 
sad smile.

I had never thought of sex with him as even a 
remote possibility, but now I felt a funny urge 
to give him what he wanted.  Imagine him not 
having had sex for years.  Here I was only just 
having discovered the pleasures, and there he 
was telling me it didn't happen to him any more.  
Did he really want to make love to me?  I was 
lost in thought of what that might be like.  
Suddenly I found that I would actually like to 
try it.  Without really thinking further, I let 
go of the kimono and put my hand down the side.  
I looked at him.  His eyes, still smiling 
slightly, were resting, on my front, where 
without looking, I could tell the kimono had 
split open.

"I don't think you need to be twenty year 
younger Harry," I said, surprised at the husky 
voice I seemed to produce.

I was still looking at him.

"Do you mean that you wouldn't mind us making 
love?" he asked with a puzzled frown.  "Please 
don't take this wrongly if I misunderstood you.  
Just excuse a silly old man."

"You are not a silly old man.  And I am not 
quite sure of my own feelings, but I think I 
wouldn't mind trying." I leant up against him, 
resting my head on his shoulder, not minding at 
all that the kimono had now gaped completely 
open. 

He put an arm around me.  I turned sideways, 
sliding down on the couch resting the back of my 
head on his lap. I thought I could feel his dick 
stirring.  I put my legs up on the couch, 
spreading them slightly making sure the kimono 
slid completely open.  I really wanted him to 
look at me.  I wanted him to touch me.

"Oh, Jenny, as much as I would love to do this, 
it feels so wrong to me," he said with voice 
filled with desire and regret at the same time.

"Just touch me for now then," I begged, feeling 
my need for an orgasm returning with renewed 
force.

He didn't react.  I was getting desperate.  I 
grabbed his hand and placed it on my breast.  
First he just kept it there.  I moved my hand 
away, but he didn't remove his. Slowly he 
started small rubbing movements.  That was the 
breakthrough, he had accepted to touch me.  I 
spread my legs, digging the back of my head into 
his lap trying to push my breast harder against 
his hand, letting him know I enjoyed his touch 
and wanted him to touch me harder.  He quickly 
got the message.  His hands were running all 
over my chest, teasingly, only touching my 
breasts slightly and just barely noticeably 
caressing my nipples.

After a while it got too much.

"Harry," I begged, "please don't hold yourself 
back.  I want you to think of me not as Jenny, I 
want you to think of me as any other woman you 
have met and want to make love to.  I want you 
to teach me and do to me what you would normally 
do to a girl you are with."   I had talked 
myself hot.  I grabbed his hand and forced it 
between my legs.  I held it as in a vice with my 
hands while I rubbed my pelvic area against his 
fingers.  When I felt his fingers move on their 
own I let go of his arm and grabbed my nipples, 
which were screaming for attention after his 
teasing.

He had an expert touch, applying  exactly just 
the right amount of pressure.  Quick rubs until 
I was starting to come, which he immediately 
detected, and then slowed down to keep me on the 
edge all the time.  It was fantastic.  I don't 
know how long time he managed to keep it going, 
I had lost contact with time, just concentrating 
on the almost unbearable pleasure.

"I can't stand it any more, keep going, keep 
going.  Oh please don't stop.  I need it now. 
Yeah, yeah, now, now OOhhhh."  I finally went 
over the top.  I grabbed his arm and clung to it 
as my orgasm blacked out the rest of the world 
for what felt like minutes.  When I finally came 
down I relaxed and let go of his arm.

"That was just sooo good. I didn't know it could 
be so good."  Jorgen had never been able to get 
me to such heights, and only rarely had I been 
able to do so myself.  Maybe an older guy, with 
all his experience, was not such a bad idea at 
all. 

I stood up, pulled the kimono completely off and 
moved over in front of him. 

"I hope your night vision has returned, because 
I love the feeling of you watching me like this.  
I have been aware of you looking at me when I 
walk around topless.  I kind of liked the idea 
that you found me attractive, and now I feel 
guilty for teasing you like that.  If you really 
want to make love to me, I would love you to.  
As a matter of fact, I would be very 
disappointed if you didn't."  I put my hands on 
his shoulders and straddled his lap.  His hands 
found my breasts.  I leant my head back, fully 
enjoying his touch.  He wasn't holding himself 
back now, but was massaging my breasts in 
rhythmic motions, while he squeezed my nipples.  
I bent down to his face. I moved my hands from 
his shoulders to his cheeks, lifting his face.  
I looked him in the eyes as I moved in for the 
kiss.  He no longer looked like the father of my 
best friend, guilty and hesitant; he looked 
hungry and excited.  It felt electric when our 
lips met.  Soon his tongue found mine.  I went 
wild; I guess it was the excitement of the 
situation, the weird feeling of doing this with 
Harry, the expectation of the sex I desperately 
wanted. 

I stopped the kiss; I leant back and unbuttoned 
his shirt.  I ran my hands all over his hairy 
chest finally pulling the shirt off him.  I 
rubbed my breasts against his chest, moving 
around on his lap, rubbing my wet pussy up and 
down his legs, until he sensed my need and put 
an hand down there for me to ride.

But it wasn't his hand I wanted.  I tried to get 
to his buttons, but he finally had to do it 
himself.  I tried to look down, but couldn't see 
it.  I could feel him fighting to get his shorts 
all the way off.  Finally, I could feel it, 
sliding up and down my bum as I was writhing 
around, trying to get further back to meet it.  
I lifted myself up a bit, and felt him guiding  
himself right to the entrance.  I stopped; I 
looked at him again.  He stared back with 
hungry, loving eyes.  Slowly I let myself down 
onto him.  It took at couple of pushes in and 
out, but finally it was lubricated enough to 
slide all the way in.  We were watching each 
other's faces, observing the signs of pleasure 
on each other.  As I started to move more 
rapidly up and down on him, his face contorted 
like in pain, but we kept looking at each other.

"Oh God, Jennifer, I can't believe this is 
happening.  I haven't felt like this for years.  
Oh, yeah, please go like that yeah.  Oh 
Jennifer, fuck me, fuck me.  I can't believe 
those tits of yours, bouncing like that while 
you fuck me."

He had grabbed my hips and was lifting me up and 
down, speeding up.  I hardly had to do any work 
at all, I was just flying.  I felt an orgasm 
coming.

"Harry, harder, harder, I want to come while you 
fuck me.  I have never tried that.  Oh, I need 
so badly to come."  It felt good continuing his 
line of dirty talk.

However, soon I was disappointed to feel him 
slow down.  He must have felt my disappointment. 

"Don't worry, I just need my breath back.  
Remember, this is an old man.  Have you really 
never come while making love?"

"The first time I ever made love, was only three 
weeks ago.  But I would love to come while doing 
it."

"Ok, lets try something else," he said.  He 
gently pushed me off.  I stood up looking down 
at him.  His dick wasn't all that long, but very 
fat with a very pronounced ring, which made the 
shiny blue head stand out clearly even in the 
relative darkness of the terrace.

"Move up here, on your knees.  Look out over the 
ocean.  Isn't it a lovely sound."  He was 
carefully positioning me so I was leaning on my 
elbows on the back of the couch.  I could see 
over the rail of the terrace. We were three or 
four meters above ground level, just over the 
entrance to his rooms.  I wondered what it would 
be like being with him in his room, spending the 
night with him.  What could he teach me?  He 
gently forced my thighs apart, spreading my 
legs.  I felt his hands running up my back, 
lightly touching my shoulders, then moving 
underneath me, grabbing my hanging breasts, 
gently squeezing them.  I thought I could 
vaguely see the outline of the trees in the 
plantation and realised it was about to get 
light again.  There wasn't much more than three 
hours of darkness at this time of the year.

Harry's hands hand continued down, along my 
stomach.  The hands separated, one continuing 
down to my clit.  I spread my legs as much as 
possible, giving him easy access.  His other 
hand slid round to my back.   Harry traced a 
line with a fingertip down my spine, between my 
buttocks on the way passing and clearly 
caressing my asshole, before it continued down 
to my wide open pussy.

I had frozen for a split second as his finger 
has passed my butt hole.  I hadn't been aware 
how open I was to him.  I had never before 
thought of my asshole as being an erogenous 
zone, but there was something exhilarating about 
knowing I was presenting myself to him in such a 
way, that he also had access to that part of me.  
His fingers were again expertly playing with my 
clit.  So great was my excitement, that I was 
barely aware that his other hand was travelling 
all over by backside, the sensations blending.  
I was aware that his hand often passed my 
asshole and that the whole area of my pussy, my 
asshole and my bum cheeks were covered in my 
secretions. 

I noticed he was moving closer to me and I could 
feel his dick just at the entrance to my pussy.  
He was bending over me so he could touch and 
play with my clit.  I pushed back against him 
and felt the dick just slipping in about half an 
inch.  Then, at the same time I froze as his 
finger stopped right at my butt hole and applied 
a bit of pressure.  I was about to react, when 
his dick slid in.  The feeling was so great that 
I forgot about the finger, just concentrated on 
the hand on my clit and the dick that was now 
slowly working its way into me.  I could still 
feel the pressure on my asshole, but it didn't 
feel unpleasant.  As a matter of fact, it felt 
quite good.  It emphasised the total feeling.  
Harry started to pump harder, the pressure of 
the finger increasing.  I found myself pushing 
back against it.  The feeling in my clit was 
increasing. I was again starting  to experience 
warm feeling emerging.  Small, small 
contractions deep down the stomach.  I thought I 
recognised the signs of an upcoming orgasm. The 
pressure from the finger increased, and suddenly 
I realised that the finger had slipped into my 
asshole.  Again I was about to react, but then I 
realised that the feeling was good, it was so 
good that the slow contractions started to speed 
up.  Harry must have just been experimenting 
with how far he could go, and finding that I 
didn't react negatively, he now pounded his dick 
in and out of me, at the same time as the finger 
followed the pace digging in and out of me.  

The warm feeling of the orgasm rolled in over 
me.  I pushed back against him, knowing that my 
breasts were swinging wildly each time our 
bodies met with an audible smash.  I knew I was 
groaning loudly, but couldn't help it.  I had a 
flash picture in my mind of what we looked like, 
me just barely over the Danish legal age for 
intercourse, being fucked wildly from behind, 
stimulated on clit and asshole at the same time, 
grunting as if in pain, and the middle-aged man 
experiencing a fuck for the first time in years.  
Imagine if Jorgen or even worse Mary-Ann were to 
come and see us.  Thankfully, for once Soren 
didn't appear in the picture.  However, the 
picture didn't stay long enough to ruin the 
experience of my first orgasm as part of a fuck.   
I thought it would never stop and I only then 
realised that I might have come, but Harry 
hadn't.  

I thought my orgasm had ended, but to my 
surprise it just repeated itself, a few more 
small contractions and then a strong quick flash 
of the same warm feeling of the orgasm, come and 
gone in just a short time.  Harry was now 
grunting wildly.  His finger was deeply buried 
in me.  He had stopped fingering my clit, and 
was, instead, partly grabbing my breasts and 
partly my hips in order to work harder on me.  I 
could feel him speeding up.  The finger slipped 
out of me.  It was a strong, strange feeling of 
release as it slipped out, not unpleasant at 
all.  Harry now used both hands on my hips, 
working like a rabbit, breathing heavily. 

For a split second I worried about his health, 
but then unbelievably I felt another orgasm 
coming.  No warning, just suddenly strong 
contractions and release, followed by many 
involuntary contractions of my vagina.  I am 
sure these were what brought Harry over the 
edge, for the plunges changed to deep hard 
thrusts, which almost forced me down on the 
couch.  Then he had a few small spasms and fell 
quiet.  He moved a bit in and out, like using 
the pressure of my pussy to squeeze the last 
drops out.  Then he put his hands on my 
shoulders and pulled me back up against him. He 
squeezed my breasts and kissed my neck.  His 
dick was still hard inside me and I could 
clearly feels it as he moved just a little bit. 

"Hmm, that was the best experience of many 
years.  At one point I was afraid I wasn't going 
to be able to make it.  The fear of failure, you 
being you and all, but you were just so 
incredible."

"Well, I can't say I have a lot of experience," 
I admitted, "but I can't imagine it can be any 
better than this.  Why can't a girl's first 
experience with sex be with an older man, so 
they can know what they can expect and work 
towards it?  What you did to me, I don't think 
any boy of my age would think of doing."

"Yes, I didn't know if it would work for you.  
Some girls don't like it and for some it works 
very well.  I don't actually have any experience 
with girls as young as you, so I didn't know how 
you would take it."

His dick finally slipped out of me.  I turned 
round and sat down on the couch. He remained 
standing , looking out over the sea as if in 
deep thought.  He looked down at me,

"I should have asked you if you used any 
protection.  Not that it mattered because I have 
been vasectomised , but I should have let you 
know so as not to worry you."  He said it in a 
neutral manner.  He seemed to treat me as his 
equal now, not somebody thirty years younger.

I was looking at his body.  His dick was now 
relaxed.   It looked long the way it was 
hanging.  He looked like a real man.  A man who 
knew how to please a woman.  I would love to 
repeat this performance, or to learn more from 
him.  He must have read my thoughts.

"As much as I would love to continue this 
relationship with you Jenny, I hope you realise 
that we can't.  I won't say we have to forget 
this night, I am sure neither of us would be 
able to, but we have to pretend it didn't 
happen.  It wouldn't lead to anything that 
either of us could use for anything in the long 
run."

"I know, but I wish we could," I said dreamily  
"You could teach me so much, make me feel like a 
woman, not like a sex hungry teenager.  And I 
could keep your sex life alive.  You are right, 
had we been strangers meeting at the disco, it 
would have been different, but because of Mary-
Ann and Edith it wouldn't work."

"If you had seen me at the disco, you would 
never have looked at me twice.  If it wasn't for 
the fact that I saw you in the kitchen, knew 
that you were looking for sex and asked you out 
here, this would never have happened".

I blushed when I realised he had seen me in the 
kitchen and had set me up.

"I know what you think now, Jenny, that I 
tricked you.  And you are right, but you were 
driving me to it.  I know you go into the dunes 
at night.  I have followed you some nights.  I 
know you like playing with the thought of being 
watched.   In the last ten years I have never 
been so aroused as I have been because of you.   
I just had to know what it was like, and I so 
desperately wanted to make it good for you."

I felt numb.  Cheated.  But then I thought of 
him watching me in the dunes.  I got all hot 
again.  I reached out and took his dick in my 
hand.

"I can't believe you watched me in the dunes.  
That is so embarrassing., but tell me, what did 
you do as you watched me?"  I had to know.  The 
thought of a guy watching me and maybe 
masturbating while watching got me all hot 
again.

"I think you know that," he said with a smile as 
I felt his dick jerk in my hand.  "And now we 
have to go to bed.  This has been quite an 
experience for me and I need my beauty sleep.  
You just need your sleep, you can't get any more 
beautiful."

"Okay, and thanks.  I guess I should be angry 
with you, but I can't be.  Next time I go into 
the dunes, I will dream of you hiding and 
jerking off while watching me.  Maybe I will 
give you a hint so you know when to come," I 
said jokingly.

"Don't worry, I'll know."  He grabbed his 
clothes and went down the stairs to his room 
without bothering to put them on.  I heard his 
door close underneath the terrace floorboards.

I sat a bit, shaking my head disbelievingly.  
Had this really happened to me?  I noticed it 
was  almost light now.  For a few minutes I 
enjoyed sitting all naked in the emerging dawn, 
dreaming of the night.  Then I finally got up, 
slung the kimono over my arm, not bothering to 
put it on, and made my way to the outhouse, 
hoping I could now sleep.


Chapter Seven

I am afraid this experience ruined my last days 
with Jorgen.  I was frustrated that he couldn't 
bring me off like Harry did.  I tried to 
manoeuvre myself into positions where he had 
free access to my asshole, but he never took the 
opportunity and I was too shy or embarrassed to 
ask for it.  I ended up just making love with 
him, because I knew we only had a few days left 
anyway, and I couldn't get myself to tell him 
that I didn't fancy him anymore.  It wasn't that 
I didn't like him as a person, I just felt like 
I needed to move on to new experiences, and he 
couldn't give me those any more.

He left on a Wednesday.  I actually felt 
relieved, but also strangely frustrated.  My 
parents were going to come and pick me up on 
Sunday for our joint holidays.  I doubted I 
would get an opportunity to be with any guys 
with them around.  Mary-Ann was going to leave 
on Saturday morning.  Her mother was going with 
her to Sweden for a week to visit relatives and 
then return to Jutland to spend the rest of the 
vacation with Harry and Mary-Ann. 

On Friday night we went to the disco; Mary-Ann 
and Soren were enjoying their last night 
together. Soren would be gone by the time Mary-
Ann returned with her mother.  I felt lost 
without Jorgen and regretted my feelings about 
him leaving.  Soren's friends, for a change, 
were being nice to me.  We danced and I got more 
drunk that night than I had done on any of the 
other nights.

"You must be terribly frustrated," Soren said 
when we finally had a chance to dance.  "Third 
night and no sex.  You are sure you don't fancy 
a quickie out back?"

"How do you know I have had no sex?" I asked 
teasingly.

"Because you are leaning harder against me than 
you used to.  You look like somebody hungry for 
a quick fuck.  Aren't you?"

"Even if I were, there isn't anything you could 
do about it."  I was craving for it and he knew 
it.  I was wet, rubbing up against him. I didn't 
know what was wrong with me, it was bad letting 
him know how I felt.

"If you can wait till tomorrow night, I will do 
something about it."  He sounded genuinely 
concerned. I know he would fuck anything that 
came along his way, but for a change he actually 
made me feel wanted for more than just an 
opportunity for a fuck.  I looked up at him.  He 
hadn't even tried to touch me or check if I was 
wearing panties.  Which, by the way, I was.

"I don't even know if I am going to come down 
here tomorrow."  I had this dream that I might 
be able to persuade Harry to spend the night 
with me now that it was only the two of us in 
the cottage.

"I want you to come."  He managed to make it 
come out as if he really wanted me to.  I was 
thinking of Mary-Ann who hadn't even left, and 
already her boyfriend was trying to make 
arrangement with another girl.  And that girl 
even being her best friend.

"Soren," I said shaking my head, "you are just 
too much."

"I know. And when you do come, wear your short 
dress and no panties."  He pressed me against 
him and I could clearly feel a large hard dick 
digging into me.

The music stopped and I reluctantly felt him 
move away.  I don't think Mary-Ann noticed 
anything, but she certainly monopolised Soren 
for the rest of the evening.  When we finally 
left the disco, Soren presented her with a large 
necklace of local amber. Mary-Ann was genuinely 
pleased, and Soren and his friends were all 
touched when she started to cry and cling to 
Soren.  I was disgusted with myself when I 
realised I was feeling jealous. 

When we finally made it home I resisted an urge 
to go to the dunes and just went to bed, telling 
myself I was reserving my excitement for the 
encounter with Harry I was hoping for.

The next morning we got up early to drive Mary-
Ann to the train station.  We didn't speak much 
on the way there.  Mostly Harry spoke about 
practicalities regarding the trip to Sweden and 
when they would be back.  Mary-Ann and I wished 
each other a good holiday, whispering to each 
other that we both hoped the other one would 
find new boyfriends and get fucked dumb, as 
Mary-Ann elegantly expressed it.

I don't think Harry and I exchanged more than 
ten words during the thirty minutes ride back.  
We were both very conscious of the other night 
and the fact that we were now alone.

When we got back, I went to the beach and stayed 
there until early afternoon when hunger finally 
forced me back to the cottage.  I was so 
nervous.  I showered to wash off the salt water 
and went out to the little courtyard where Harry 
was already eating.  It had taken me five 
minutes to decide if I should go out there 
without a top on.  All of a sudden it seemed 
wrong, but I wanted him tonight and thought by 
not wearing a top it was more likely to get me 
what I wanted.

Harry didn't hide that he was looking at me.

"For some reason you look even more pretty than 
before the other night," he said staring 
unashamedly at me.

I blushed, feeling silly, but at the same time 
noticed my nipples had got hard.  I wished I 
knew how he felt about me, whether I should feel 
aroused or silly.  Right now I was feeling a bit 
of both.

We ate in peace.  Then we cleared the table and 
he went to sit in a big garden chair in the 
shade.  I went and sat next to him.

"Harry, I don't know how to say this," I 
started, but didn't continue.

"I only know of one way and that is from the 
beginning," he said kindly, after he realised I 
couldn't get started.

"After the other night," I picked up the courage 
to say, "I have felt such a desire to be with 
you again. You made me feel so good. I know you 
said we couldn't continue, but please, could we 
not just be together tonight, the only night 
when it would be possible, and then I promise 
never again?"

"Jennifer, you know I would love to, but I just 
can't do it.  Not to Edith, nor to Mary-Ann, you 
or even myself."  He seemed determined.  
Meanwhile I was getting desperate.   I was also 
becoming so excited.  I got up and stood in 
front of him so he could watch me.

"But we are not talking about anything lasting.  
I just want to feel as good as I did the other 
night.  I want you to show me what more I can 
expect. I  . . . "  I knew I wasn't getting 
through.  But I was so hot.  I put my hands on 
my breasts, cupping them, rubbing them.  My 
nipples were on fire.  I looked at him to see 
his reaction.  He was watching me intensely.  I 
had a picture of him in the dunes watching me.  
I wanted him to watch me again.  I quickly bend 
down and slipped my bikini thong off.

"You say you like to watch me, why is that okay 
if we can't do it again?" I asked, as I was 
touching my breast with one hand and rubbing my 
hand on the lower part of my belly, aching to 
lower my hand.

"I can explain to myself that what happened last 
night was driven by a sudden impulse and that I 
couldn't stop it.  If we do it again it would be 
premeditated, and I couldn't look Edith in the 
eye again."  He was short of breath and I could 
see his shorts moving.

I sat on the edge of the table spreading my 
legs.  His eyes moved from by breasts to my 
pussy.  I slowly let my hands rest over it, 
shielding it teasingly from his view.  Then I 
split the lips open with my fingers.  He was 
breathing heavily.

The tent in his trousers was growing.  He 
groaned and tried to press it down with his 
hand.  The touch however, just seemed to make 
his dick grow even harder.  I wanted it out, I 
wanted it into me.

My other hand found the area around my clit.  I 
was just going to show it to him, but the touch 
made me shiver, and I couldn't help rubbing 
myself. 

"Is this what you have seen me do in the dunes?" 
I knew it was, but wanted a reaction from him.

"Well, as much as you could see in the dark with 
only a bit of moonlight."  He was staring at the 
action, while he was rubbing himself through his 
shorts.

"Then do what you do in the dunes, and I'll do 
what I do," I said, as I speeded up.  I looked 
challengingly at him.  I kept rubbing.  There 
was something so acutely exciting about doing it 
here like this.  I had never seen him in the 
dunes, even though I had imagined and hoped he 
was there.  Now I knew he was and that he was 
watching me. To my surprise he lifted himself 
off the couch and slipped down his shorts.  He 
dick jumped out.  It was larger than I 
remembered it.  I let go of myself and jumped 
over to him.

"Jenny, no," he said firmly, and pushed me back.  
I sat back on the table, frustrated and 
confused.  But then he started to stroke himself 
while he kept looking at me.  I looked on in 
fascination.  I had never seen a guy masturbate.  
The thought that he was doing that because he 
had become so excited watching me, got me all 
hot again.  I sat all the way up on the table 
and spread my legs.  I almost couldn't 
concentrate on playing with myself with the 
fascination of watching him.  I rubbed myself, 
more as a show for him than for my own pleasure.  
He was now pumping it hard.  He was staring at 
me the whole time, but I could tell from his 
facial expression that he was about to come.  I 
stopped rubbing myself, staring at him.  His 
speed was unbelievable, I didn't know a hand 
could move so quickly.  Suddenly he jerked back 
in the seat, but continued for a few more quick 
strokes.  Then a long, strong jet of semen shot 
out of his dick, almost reaching the table where 
I sat.  A few smaller jets hit his legs.  Then 
he sat back up, just carefully stroking his 
jerking dick, which kept producing a small pool 
of semen on his stomach. I got off the table and 
went over to him.

"Was that what you did when you were watching me 
in the dunes?" I asked as I bend down and wiped 
a bit of semen of his dick.  It jerked when I 
touched it.

"Yes, except I had to be sure not to make a 
sound," he said looking at me as I licked my 
finger.  It tasted salty.

"I wish I had been able to watch you while you 
did it".

"Well now you have.  And we shouldn't have done 
this either."  He shook his head looking guilty, 
as if he couldn't believe what he had just done.

"Does that mean you are absolutely sure we won't 
be doing anything tonight? You could even take 
me out to a restaurant, or we could go dancing."  
I was trying anything.

"What I am going to do now, is to drive over to 
a sailor friend of mine in Frederikshavn and get 
drunk, and not return until tomorrow morning, so 
that I won't be tempted," he said with new 
resolve.

I guess I realised when I was beaten.  I got off 
the table and retrieved my bikini bottom and 
left for my room.  I had another shower, 
resolving to not play with myself.  I was going 
to suffer.  I put on the bikini top and bottoms, 
and went out only to find that Harry had done 
exactly what he promised.  He was nowhere to be 
found, the door to his room locked and his car 
gone. I went and sat in the sun enjoying the 
last bit of the sunshine, half sleeping and 
dreaming of the experience I had just had with 
Harry, and the night I might have had.  Imagine 
a guy doing that, and still not wanting me.  So 
frustrating.


Chapter Eight

I spent the evening cooking a light meal for 
myself out of what was left in the kitchen.  At 
around nine I went to the almost deserted beach 
for a nude swim, enjoying the cool air on my 
naked body as I ran all the way back to the 
house with my bikini in my hand, fortunately 
meeting nobody, but also not really caring much 
about it.

I changed into the dress Soren had requested, 
knowing very well he would know what was up the 
moment he saw me in it.  I didn't care.  I was 
frustrated from thinking about him for the last 
four weeks, and I was dying to feel his 
allegedly huge dick inside me.  I didn't care 
what he thought of me, this was the last night 
anyway.  I had a good number of swallows of 
Harry malt whisky before I left.  It was almost 
dark as I crossed the heathery dunes on the way 
to the disco.  I felt great.  The dress kept 
lifting in the light breeze, and I let it, 
knowing it was showing my bare bottom.  
Unfortunately there was nobody to look at it.

As expected, Soren only looked at me once, then 
he knew. He jumped up and came over to me. He 
took me up to the bar and got me a drink.  
Talked only small talk.  Didn't mention Mary-Ann 
or Jorgen.  He looked around to make sure nobody 
could hear us.

"Jennifer, have you done what I told you?" he 
asked hesitantly, as if he couldn't believe it.  
It would have been easy for him to find out, but 
I guess he wanted me to say it.

"Yeah," I said. "I don't care what happens 
tonight.  Just make me feel good."

"I will sweetheart, I will.  So much, you will 
never forget it."

I shivered.  I was getting hot and wet already.  
I couldn't believe I had just given myself to 
him like that. But I really meant it.  The 
things he had done to me over these four weeks 
had been in the back of my head whenever I 
masturbated or even when I made love to Jorgen.  
I had to let this evolve and find out why I felt 
like this.

He took my hand and led me back to his table.  
His friends were cheering him.  "Way to go, 
Soren", "Another one bites the dust" and more 
like that.   He just smiled and told them to 
shut up while we got seated on the bench seat. 

I snuggled up against him, knowing that my dress 
would slide half-open.  Soren put a hand around 
my shoulder.  I turned round to kiss him.  I 
felt his hand on my shoulder, but it was a kiss 
I wanted so badly.  I had been dreaming about 
this for so long.   Only when I felt the 
material of the dress move at my shoulder did I 
realise that he was pulling the dress open.  I 
tried to pull away, but his other hand was 
around my head, holding me tight for the kiss I 
desperately wanted.  He stopped the kiss long 
enough to whisper:

"Just sit still. I told them what I had asked 
you to wear yesterday.  I didn't actually 
believe you would do it, and neither did they.  

I felt the material move off the shoulder.  I 
could have lifted my hand and put it around his 
neck, which would have prevented the dress from 
falling down, but I didn't.  I wondered how much 
they could see. My kiss was getting hungry.  
Soren's hand left my head, but now I didn't want 
to stop the kiss.  The hand slid down my front 
under my breast in one move, clearing the last 
of the material away.  I pulled away from the 
kiss, but didn't try to stop Soren.  I looked 
down myself.  The shoulder strap was hanging 
halfway down my arm, the material forced aside, 
completely baring one of my breasts, while the 
nipple of the other was just peeking out.  I 
looked up and saw the guys staring at me 
disbelievingly with open mouths.  I let them 
look for another few seconds, then I pulled the 
dress back up.

"Have you won the bet now?" I asked, slightly 
mockingly.

"No, not until we've fucked".

"Well then you might not win anyway," I teased 
him.

"But you have already promised I could do 
anything," he reminded me.

"Uhm, I know I did, I certainly did."

"Did you really mean that?  You are not just 
teasing?  What do you mean by *anything*?"  I 
would have thought that anything was a quite 
clear invitation, but maybe he just wanted me to 
say that too.

"I think I pretty much do mean anything.  I 
have, for some reason, been really turned on by 
the things you have done to me over the last 
weeks.  If you want to make love to me, I would 
very much consider that part of anything.  I 
just don't want to get hurt."  I was still 
thinking with a certain amount of fear of the 
size of his dick, which Mary-Ann had probably 
exaggerated, but which she had complained 
sometimes hurt her.

He didn't answer, he just grabbed my hand a 
pulled me out on the dancing floor.

It didn't bother us that the music was playing a 
fast song.  We snuggled up and went our own 
pace. He kissed me hungrily.  It took no time 
for his hand to move the dress aside and play 
with my breasts.  I looked around and noticed 
several people staring at us.  I just closed my 
eyes and leant my forehead against Soren's 
chest, not wanting to stand so close to him that 
he didn't have free access.  If this was part of 
the *anything* I had promised him, so be it.

After a while however, he pulled me close. 

"I am just getting such a hard-on," he admitted.  
"Mary-Ann was fun to be with, but she was always 
showing off her breasts so seeing them was 
nothing special.  Looking at yours is so much 
more exciting.  You know it is a sexual game, 
not just fooling around.  That is why the guys 
didn't believe it, when I said you would come 
with no underwear.  Now I regret telling them 
about it.  It should have been something only 
between you and me."

"Don't worry, I don't mind." I really didn't; in 
a strange way I found it exciting.

"It is just that my feelings for you have 
changed.  I thought you were a stuck-up little 
bitch, and I enjoyed playing with you, knowing 
that even if you were with Jorgen, there was 
more in you that he could see or give you.  Now 
I don't feel like teasing you.  I feel like 
exploring that little slut inside you, let you 
get it out and tell me what you really want.  If 
you tell me your feelings I will try to go along 
with you.  Don't hold yourself back.  Let me 
know what you feel." 

"God, why couldn't Jorgen have spoken to me like 
that.  With him I felt so guilty about my 
feelings, with you it seems okay." It really 
did.

"Tell my your deepest secret desires, I promise 
I won't tell, but I'll help you make them come 
true."  He sounded as though he really meant it.  
I felt it as though it was a challenge, like 
truth or dare.  This was a question of daring to 
tell the truth.  I was drunk and excited enough 
to take up the challenge.

"Okay, I . . . "  It was so difficult to get the 
words out.  "I think I might be a bit of an 
exhibitionist.  I actually enjoyed it when your 
friends were watching us just now.  Sometimes 
when I made love to Jorgen in the dunes, I was 
secretly hoping you would happen to come by and 
be standing there watching me."  I stopped, 
hesitated.

"I would have liked to watch you, but not with 
Jorgen…" he said in a way that made me believe 
he really had wanted to watch, but was jealous 
of Jorgen.   I had a picture in my mind of him 
watching us in the dunes, and went all hot and 
tingly.

"Once we made love on the beach.  People were 
approaching.  I didn't want Jorgen to stop, as I 
was getting more and more excited by the thought 
they might be watching.  At night I would go out 
in the dunes, sit in the sand and play with 
myself, dreaming that somebody might be 
watching."   I couldn't get myself to tell him 
about Harry.  I felt like telling him what I 
felt like, but there was a limit.

"Honestly, I think girls often feel like that," 
Soren said, much to my surprise.  "It makes them 
feel wanted, desirable, knowing that people 
watch them and get excited from it.  But I think 
there are very few of them who have the nerve to 
go through with it, and most of them won't even 
admit to themselves that they feel like that.  I 
think they generally fear getting into 
situations which might lead further than they 
dare to let themselves go."

Was that what I felt?  Did it make me feel good 
knowing for instance that Soren's friends were 
all getting excited from watching me?  That they 
were dreaming that they were the ones sitting 
with me? Certainly, the thought that Harry might 
have been so excited from watching me in the 
dunes that he was masturbating while looking at 
me, had got me highly excited.  Probably Soren 
was right.

"But I want to be able to pretend that I don't 
know about people watching.  I don't think I 
could do it if I knew they were aware I was 
doing it for their benefit.  I don't think I 
could be a porn star or perform in a live show.  
It is not that kind of displaying myself that I 
find exciting."  I was as much talking to myself 
as I was to Soren.  I had never really allowed 
myself to think such thoughts before.

"But you didn't mind me touching you as you were 
dancing with Jorgen, even though I obviously 
knew you were aware of what I was doing, and 
that you accepted it."  He stopped, as if 
thinking about what he had just said.  "That was 
just so arousing, knowing you were standing 
there accepting it.   I was so frustrated."

"I was so mad with myself for allowing you to do 
it, but I got so hot from it, I couldn't help 
it."  I was getting very aroused by this 
conversation. 

"I know you were, and it just made you more 
desirable," he said with a face as if in pain.  
"What do you feel like doing now?  I can't wait 
to take you outside."

I thought for a second.

"I don't think you have proven to your friends 
that I am not wearing any panties," I groaned, I 
couldn't believe I had just said that.

He steered us in the direction of their table.  
The floor was quite full of other dancing 
couples, but it was a bit less crowded in the 
corner where their table was.  When we were 
there we danced to a fast dance, Soren twisting 
me around, obviously enjoying the sight of my 
breasts swinging loose under the thin material 
of the dress.  When the next slow dance came up, 
he pulled me close. I put my arms around his 
neck, knowing the dress would ride up high when 
I did that.  He kissed me, passionately, 
hungrily.  Then I felt his hands on my bum, 
pressing me against him.  He was really hard.  
Then, slowly I felt his hands slide up my back, 
knowing he was pulling up the dress at the same 
time.  I couldn't tell how high, but I thought 
high enough to show I wasn't wearing any 
panties.  I was thinking of the guys.  Some of 
them were sitting with girls they had picked up 
for the evening.  I spread my legs a little.  I 
couldn't help it.  Pushed my bum out a bit.  
Soren ran his hands all the way up my back, 
before he let go of the dress.  I shivered, 
knowing that the bottom of the dress must have 
been all the way up to my waist.

"Touch me!" I wanted to feel his hands on my 
naked bum.

He didn't lift the dress this time, just slipped 
a hand up under it.   From the way I was 
standing he had easy access.  I jumped and 
squeezed him hard as I felt his fingers playing 
with my wet pussy lips.  As he was reaching from 
behind, he couldn't get all the way up to the 
clit.  I stood on my toes, kissing him, but it 
was still no good.  I moaned in frustration.

"Turn around," he said.

I let go of him and danced a bit away from him.  
Then I turned around and leant up against him, 
rubbing against his dick.  I had my eyes almost 
closed, but I made sure I could still see the 
guys watching us.  It wasn't just Soren's 
friends.  The neighbouring tables were also more 
or less openly staring at us.  I put my arms 
behind me grabbing Soren's dick.  What was I 
doing here?  I thought to myself.  I should be 
outside, feeling that 'thing' inside me.  But 
now Soren was bending his head down, kissing my 
forehead.  I leant my head back against him.  
His hands were on my shoulders.  I felt them 
slide inwards along my collarbone.  I knew where 
they were headed.  Down the middle of my chest, 
pulling the material apart on the way.  Once 
they reached as far down as the opening in front 
would allow, they separated, going to my sides, 
opening up the dress.  

Through my half-closed eyes I saw one of the 
girls give a guy an elbow in his side, trying to 
get his attention away from me.  I was holding 
on to Soren's dick as if my life depended on it.  
One hand cupped one of my exposed breasts, while 
the other one continued down my front.  I knew I 
had asked for this, but it was almost too much.  
I really couldn't claim not to be aware that 
people were watching.  But as Soren's hand got 
to the hem and lifted it enough so that his hand 
could slide up between my legs, I forgot all 
about them.  From this position he could easily 
reach my clit.  I almost collapsed, bending 
forward a bit.  Had it not been for Soren's hand 
on my breast I think I would have fallen flat on 
my face. That brought me to my senses.  I 
quickly turned round, as if I had only just 
realised how exposed I was.

"Oh, shit, I so much want you to touch me, but I 
can't relax.  Let's go outside." I am sure that 
was the signal he had been waiting for all 
evening.  He held on to my hand, stopping me 
long enough to whisper to his best friend that 
he would be outside for a while.  Then he 
quickly led us outside.

I really hadn't thought much about the next 
step, just wanting to get to the beach.  But 
Soren led me over to the parking lot right 
behind the disco. 

"I can't be bothered with the beach, I want you 
now," he said determinedly.

He took me past a couple of rows down the lot.  
I saw his car.  I had seen it before.  A 
standard car made into a beach car, by raising 
it and putting huge tires on it.  We went to the 
other side of it, so it shielded us a bit from 
the disco lights.  We were still quite close to 
the disco, but I was so desperate, that I didn't 
mind where we did it.  Soren held me tight and 
kissed me hard.  In two seconds he had his hand 
up the front of my dress and a finger inside me.  
I almost screamed as he hit my clit.  I fell 
back against the car looking down my front to 
where Soren had lifted up the dress and was now 
expertly playing with me.  He guided me a bit to 
the side so I was up against the front fender of 
the car.  Then he lifted the dress up around my 
waist and in the same movement lifted me up onto 
the hood of the car.  It felt very cold against 
my bare bum.  I sat on the edge, spreading my 
legs around him as I pulled him all the way up 
against me.

His hands had never left my sides.  They were 
sliding the dress further up while he kissed me. 

"How do you feel?" he asked me.

"Umm, great," I answered truthfully.

"How are your exhibitionist tendencies?  Is this 
close enough to risk being seen?"  His hands now 
had the dress up so high that they had free 
access to my breasts.

"Yeah, just fuck me now," I said with 
desperation in my voice.  I was trying to undo 
his belt.  I wasn't really thinking of 
spectators, I was thinking of his dick.

"What if anybody could see us now?" he asked.  
"Would that turn you on even more?"  I had his 
belt open and the top button undone and was 
working on the zip.   I didn't quite know if he 
was just teasing me.

"I don't care.  I mean, maybe.  I guess so."  I 
had his trousers down and was yanking at his 
shorts to get them past his dick, which was in 
the way.

"Good, because, I told my friends we were going 
out here. It was part of the bet that I had to 
prove you wanted me to fuck you.  I didn't know 
how to prove it, until you said you liked the 
idea of people watching".

I had his dick out.  It was indeed very long.  I 
couldn't see how long, but it felt much longer 
than Jorgen's or Harry's, and so much fatter.  
What Soren said just slowly penetrated my mind, 
which was focussed on his dick.  When it did I 
froze and tried to turn around.

"Don't turn around.  Remember what you said 
about pretending not to know."  I remembered 
very well, but these were not strangers.  I 
would find it very difficult to face them again 
knowing they had seen me being fucked by their 
friend.  But then again, this was the last 
night.  I just might never see any of them 
again.  How excited I had got from the thought 
of Harry watching me masturbate.  How would I 
feel knowing the guys were watching me being 
fucked? I didn't turn around.  Instead I grabbed 
his dick harder and pulled it towards me.

"Did you also let them watch when you fucked 
Mary-Ann?" I asked wickedly.

"Mary-Ann wasn't into experimental sex.   I 
think even running around topless at beach 
volley and letting the guys grab her didn't get 
her really sexually excited.  She just liked the 
power she had over the guys watching her."

As he spoke he lifted my dress all the way over 
my head and flung it aside.  I suddenly felt 
very naked sitting like that.  I shivered and 
wanted to lean against him, but he pushed me 
back. 

"I want to watch you as I fuck you," he said 
guiding me back so I was leaning on my elbows.

I didn't want to turn around.  Let them watch.  
All I could think about was the dick hovering in 
front of my pussy.  I kept looking at him as I 
sensed him moving closer.  Just a slight feeling 
of his dick against my pussy lips and I jerked.  
I realised it was partly the excitement, but 
also a bit of fear of what it would feel like.  
As I felt the head trying to get in, I wrapped 
my legs around him and pulled him against me.  
Slowly I felt him entering me.  So far no pain.  
He was taking his time.  Slow and careful 
thrusts each going a bit deeper.  It was quite a 
different sensation to either Jorgen or Harry. 
This was much more intense.  Very physical. 

As Soren picked up speed, I started to shake so 
I couldn't rest on my elbows.  I leant back and 
lowered myself down, lying flat on my back on 
the top of the hood of the car.  I grabbed hold 
of my breasts, which were bouncing up and down 
with each thrust.  I couldn't help squeezing my 
nipples, which had become very sensitive.  I 
almost came from the touch, but then I stopped 
and concentrated on watching Soren.  His face 
was contorted as if he was being tortured.  I 
guess with the size of the dick inside me, it 
should have been me looking like that.   But 
then again, maybe I did.  But I didn't feel in 
pain, just incredibly expanded and filled, but 
in a nice way, which quickly gave me the first 
tingling sensation of an oncoming orgasm.  I 
grabbed my nipples again, and as if on clue; 
Soren ran a finger down my lower belly to my 
clit, which he started to caress and rub in the 
same rhythm as his thrusts, emphasising the 
feeling of each deep penetration.  Only when 
Soren's other hand gently covered my mouth did I 
realise that I was making loud noises.  I was 
grateful for his hand, because I found that I 
couldn't stop making noises.  Suddenly he slowed 
down and stopped.

"Jennifer," he started, slightly embarrassed and 
out of breath, "are you …?" 

"Ohhh, don't stop.  Yes, I am on the pill, don't 
worry.  Just don't stop."  I really didn't want 
him to stop now, but I was terribly pleased that 
he had asked.  Not even Harry had bothered with 
that.

It seemed as though these few seconds had given 
Soren a second wind.  He plunged back into me 
with such force that I almost slid across the 
hood and had to cling to him with my legs.  He 
had his fingers on my clit and mouth again, soon 
going at an incredible speed, which I knew meant 
he was getting close.  I rubbed my nipples 
intensively, and was rewarded with the rushing 
feeling in the lower part of my belly, 
indicating that I was close as well.  The car 
was rocking, reminding me of the old bumper 
sticker 'If this van is rocking, don't bother 
knocking'.  I always seem to think about 
something irrelevant just as I am coming.  Even 
this time.  My stomach contracted.  I bent and 
rested on my elbows watching as Soren took a few 
long hard thrusts, bending his head back and 
then collapsing over me, while his fingers 
brought me over the top as well.  I put my arms 
around him and clung to him as the orgasm hit me 
in full force.  I thought it would never end.  
He was slowly gliding in and out of me, the 
semen lubricating me so well that the feeling 
was diminished to just a sensation amplifying my 
orgasm, without disturbing it.  Finally I fell 
back on the car, pulling him to me.  We kissed 
passionately for a long time.  Then suddenly I 
remembered about his friends.

"Ohhh no, Soren, please stop."  I tried to free 
myself from him, but he didn't let go. "Your 
friends.  I don't like it any more.  Tell them 
to go away."  It wasn't so much that they were 
watching,  suddenly my feelings  for Soren were 
completely different , ones which I didn't feel 
like sharing.

"They were never here for real. It was just 
something I told you because you said that would 
excite you.  I don't want them to see you like 
this.  This sight is reserved for me."  He stood 
a bit back watching me.  He slowly pulled out of 
me.  I felt very empty and sat up pulling him 
back to me, kissing him.

"I know I said that.  And in a way it excited me 
to think they were there.  But I am so pleased 
they are not really.  I just want to be yours."  
I clung to him and kissed him in between every 
other word.

"Come on, let's go back in again, before anybody 
really sees us," he said, quite sensibly, I 
thought.

I put the dress back on while Soren pulled his 
shorts back up. 

Back in the disco, all Soren's friends knew 
perfectly well what had happened.  Even if they 
hadn't guessed after our sudden departure, I am 
sure that written in big letters all over us 
was: 'We just fucked!'.

I didn't mind what they thought.  They were out 
of my dream.  I knew my dress rode high when I 
danced again with Soren, and as the evening wore 
on and his friends danced with me, I just 
politely moved their hands away when they tried 
to touch my breasts or bum.  Now all I had in my 
head was Soren.  How had I ever felt him rude 
and annoying?  He was warm, passionate, 
unselfish and willing to help me feel my best.  
Certainly he hadn't just thought of himself when 
we fucked as May-Ann had complained.

When the disco closed we went outside.  I 
couldn't let go of Soren.

"Soren, I think I have the cottage to myself 
tonight.  Can't you come back with me?" I 
whispered, as his friends were breaking up at 
the parking lot.

"I sure can, if you want me to."  No hesitation, 
but a honest straight reply making me feel 
really wanted.

"I do. Very much."  No reason to hide my 
feelings either.

We left the car in the parking lot and walked 
across the dunes towards the cottage.  When we 
were close enough to see that Harry's car had 
not returned, I ran a bit ahead of him, turned 
round and pulled my dress over my head.  Soren 
sprinted up to me, caught me and while he kissed 
me I pulled off his shirt and shorts.  We walked 
the last bit up to the cottage stark naked, me 
holding his re-awakening dick and him with an 
arm around my shoulder, grabbing my breast.  As 
soon as we were inside on the bed, we were at it 
again.  When we both had reached our respective 
climaxes we fell asleep.

I woke again when I could see the dawn breaking.  
I woke Soren.

"You can't sleep now.  We only have a few hours 
left."  I pulled him up from the bed. He was 
still half-asleep.

"Lets go outside," I commanded him.  He 
obediently followed.

We walked through the main house to the balcony.  
I stood looking out over the forest and the sea, 
which was now becoming quite clear in the 
emerging daylight. There was a slight mist over 
the ground.  I shivered.  Then I felt Soren's 
arms around me and his hard dick pushing into my 
back.  I pushed him half a step backwards so I 
could lean on the rail, and soon he entered me 
from behind, like Harry had done.  I had to 
experience that sensation again.

"Soren, would you do something for me?" I asked 
without much hesitation, feeling completely 
relaxed and open in discussing sexual 
preferences with him.

"Anything," was his only answer.  I reached 
behind and grabbed his hand.  I placed it on my 
bum, then sliding it sideways and down to my 
asshole.  I then grabbed a finger and squeezed 
it against my asshole.  As his finger touched 
it, I made a sound indicating that was what I 
wanted.  I let go of his hand.  The finger 
slowly caressed the area around the asshole, 
picking up moisture and lubrication from my wet 
pussy.  I spread my legs as much as possible, 
waiting in anticipation.  It wasn't long before 
I felt the pressure increase and finally a 
finger slip inside.  This time the sound which 
escaped me was real pleasure.  We stood like 
that for a while as I enjoyed the feeling of the 
double penetration and his slow, rhythmic deep 
thrusts.

After a while he slowed down and to my 
disappointment he slipped out of me.

"Lets go down to the dune where you say you were 
dreaming of me watching you with Jorgen," he 
said.

We walked across the misty, heather-covered 
dunes to the plantation and down towards the 
water, following the narrow path through the 
trees.  When we came to the small clearing, 
Soren wanted to know where we had made love.  He 
told me to sit on my knees facing the path. He 
wanted me to spread my legs as if I were sitting 
on top of Jorgen.  He knelt behind me, took one 
of my hands and placed it on my clit.

"Now play with yourself.  Imagine you are 
sitting on top of Jorgen and I will go to the 
path and see what I would have seen had I come 
by when you were fucking."  He ran over to the 
path and disappeared out of sight.  I used my 
other hand to play with a nipple.  I had a flash 
picture in my mind of Harry watching me.  But my 
favourite dream was blurred and the picture was 
replaced with one where Soren was standing on 
the path watching me.  This was no dream 
however, and the feeling was so real.  I could 
see him so clearly.  His dick was standing 
straight out in front of him and he was gently 
stroking it as he was standing there staring at 
me.  He couldn't stand it for long and soon he 
came back.

"Jennifer, that would have been one hell of a 
sight," he said, out of breath.

He pulled me up and kissed me lovingly.

"Come, lets go and look at the beach," he 
suggested. It was getting quite light, even if 
it was no more than four in the morning.  We 
hadn't brought any clothes along, but it wasn't 
likely to be a problem at that time of the 
morning.  When we came to the last big dune, 
almost a small cliff overlooking the water with 
a drop of maybe 15-20 meters, we stopped at the 
edge looking over the sea.  Again Soren moved up 
behind me, and soon we continued where we had 
left off at the balcony.  I rested my hands on 
my knees while Soren took me from behind, a 
finger in my asshole and a hand on a breast 
until shortly before we both reached our 
orgasms, where he had to use both hands on my 
hips to hold me back so I wasn't pushed over the 
edge.

Afterwards we ran down the slope to the sea and 
went for a swim.  It was cold but good.  We ran 
back up the dunes through the forest and were 
back in bed before the sun got up. 

Shortly after ten o'clock I woke with a start as 
I heard Harry's car return. I hurriedly woke 
Soren. 

"Soren, I think it would be a really bad idea if 
Mary-Ann's father saw us to here together."

He looked around and realised he had no clothes.  
They were still out in the dunes where we 
dropped them last night.  I quickly put on some 
other clothes as my dress from last night was 
out there as well, intending to go out and get 
the clothes before Harry returned, but as I 
entered the courtyard he was already there.

"Hi Jennifer," he said. "I am glad to see you 
are up so early.  I have brought some breakfast 
rolls.  Why don't you get us some coffee?"

As he went into he main building ahead of me I 
turned around and saw Soren slip naked out the 
window at the side of our building.  That, 
unfortunately, was the last I ever saw of Soren.  
I had breakfast with Harry and when I returned 
to my bedroom later I found my dress curled up 
on the bed, with a small note written on the 
edge of a piece of newspaper, obviously the only 
paper Soren could find in his haste.  All it 
said was: 'Thanks for an unforgettable 
experience. You are fantastic. Say hi to Mary-
Ann – or perhaps better not! Love (really) 
Soren.'

I only barely had time to pack before my parents 
arrived a few hours later to pick me up. 

Fortunately, I had a rather good vacation with 
my parents, which took my mind off the 
experiences of the summer and especially off 
Soren, even though that was hard.  As expected I 
didn't find any boyfriends on the vacation.  A 
few asked me out, but I just didn't think any 
could match the experiences I had recently had, 
and was afraid that a new relationship would be 
a total anticlimax.

However, after a few months back home I found 
another boyfriend.  He lasted quite a while, and 
it was a mature and rewarding relationship.  I 
had learned a lot about myself and knew what I 
wanted and this guy was more than willing to 
give it to me.  I didn't have second thoughts or 
regrets about anything I had experienced that 
summer, but I am sure that a lot of my desires 
for exhibiting myself, for liking older guys, 
for having sex outdoors, and for anal 
stimulation, have their origin in the 
experiences of that summer. 

I didn't have Soren's address, but Mary-Ann 
wrote to him later.  I saw the note he returned.  
All it said was that he was happy with the good 
time they had had together, but that he was now 
back to his old life and found it too 
complicated to continue their relationship.  A 
PS said "Say hi to your friend Jennifer". I felt 
empty inside.

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