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From: Jennifer Doalfer <doalfer@my-deja.com>
Subject: {ASSM} (*) (MF,exhib) Initiation by Jennifer Doalfer - part 4
Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 16:10:03 -0500
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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.

END

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