Message-ID: <27822asstr$976482603@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: <news@dejanews.com> X-Original-Path: not-for-mail From: Jennifer Doalfer <doalfer@my-deja.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <90vt16$7kj$1@nnrp1.deja.com> X-Article-Creation-Date: Sun Dec 10 12:30:29 2000 GMT Subject: {ASSM} (*) (MF,exhib) Initiation by Jennifer Doalfer - part 4 Date: Sun, 10 Dec 2000 16:10:03 -0500 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2000/27822> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: gill-bates, RuiJorge 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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