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Subject: {ASSM} Memories of Karen Bakken (rom, nosex)
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MEMORIES OF KAREN BAKKEN

By John Aitek
October 2011


I began having penile erections when I was ten.

My stiff penis created a tent on the front of my gray school shorts on day when 
I was walking to the school toilets. A group of 8-year-old girls stared at my 
erection as they walked by. Just before I arrived at the toilet, a teacher 
walked by and saw my erection. I noticed that this teacher was in fact the 
principal, an old hairy man who walked around wearing a suit. He looked at me 
for a moment when he saw my erection.

I stood still and looked at the principal. Sunlight went into my eyes as I 
looked up at the tall man. My eyes squinted involuntarily. I knew the principal 
was looking at the tent at the front of my shorts. I put my right hand inside my 
pants and adjusted my penis.

"My penis is stiff," I said. "It is called a boner."

The principal pointed at my pants. "Don't you put your hands in there again, 
young man!" he screamed.

I immediately took my hand out from my pants. My penis leaned to my right-hand 
side, and all of a sudden, because it felt so painful, I decided to defy the 
principal's initial command and put my right hand back inside my pants so I 
could adjust my penis so that it was properly centred.

The principal nodded to himself before quickly walking away.

I walked into the toilet and went to the urinal where I pulled down my pants and 
started urinating.

Standing near me was someone who looked like a sixth grader. I glanced at him 
and noticed that his penis looked hairy, which made me curious because my penis 
was certainly not hairy.

The toilet was so smelly that my nostrils could easily distinguish between the 
fresh air outside the toilets and the humid air within it. As I walked out of 
the toilet, I suddenly realized that this wasn't the first time I had seen a 
hairy penis. I looked at the sky and thought back to a time many years ago when 
I went to a public swimming pool and, when I was having a shower, I saw a naked 
man standing near me. He was a very tall man with black hair, and his penis not 
only looked like a very fat sausage but it was also surrounded by a thick bush 
of hair.

It was the afternoon after lunch that day. Everything around me looked orange 
because the sun was starting to set. I had been playing tag with my friends and 
now that lunch had ended I ran back to the classroom, eager for the day to 
finish so I could go home and relax. The heat made me so drowsy that I could not 
do any schoolwork.

I was in luck because I realized that it was time for physical education, and I 
remember the teacher said we'd be going to the swimming pool this afternoon. 
Unfortunately, I had forgotten my swimsuits at home, so I expressed this problem 
to my teacher and he offered to lend me spare children's bathers that he had 
kept in his office. There was no room in the pool changing rooms to change 
because another class was using it. We had to change inside our own classroom, 
and interestingly both the boys and girls changed together.

This was the day when I saw my first vagina.

Some boys very quickly changed into their bathers and immediately ran out of the 
classroom to get to the pool. Most of the girls were slow to change, and a few 
boys were also quite slow (including me). I was hesitant about taking my pants 
off in front of the girls, so I took off my shirt and pants until I only wore my 
underwear. I saw a girl look at me. Her name was Karen. I was embarrassed 
because maybe she was staring at me because I was too fat or because my body had 
too many freckles. One boy pointed to me and laughed.

"I can see your underwear!" he said.

I shrugged. "It's just a piece of material."

I didn't want to show my penis to everyone, so I decided to put my bathers on 
over my underwear. I then proceeded to remove my underwear while it was 
underneath my bathers. As I did this, I caught a glimpse of Karen, who was now 
removing her clothes, including her underwear. I stopped whatever I was doing 
and stared at her naked body. She was hiding behind a table, so I walked over to 
her to get a better view of her body. What surprised me was how she had no 
penis, just a slit between her legs. This confused me.

I secretly loved Karen. Because she was in my class, she was probably ten years 
old like I was. She had brown hair in curls, she was slim, and she had a pretty 
face. She was a smart and outgoing girl who did well in school. I first noticed 
that she had a Canadian accent when I heard her give a speech to the class.

Karen put on her black bathers. She stood up and looked around to see if anyone 
had seen her. She then saw me staring at her, and I looked at the ground and 
pretended I had always been looking at the carpet. I looked back up at her to 
see if she had noticed. Surprisingly, Karen smiled at me when she and I made eye 
contact. Shed walked out to go to the pool.

I put my school uniform in my sports bag and walked out of the classroom. The 
heat of the concrete startled me when I walked out barefoot. Karen was about 
thirty meters ahead of me when I noticed her stopping for a drink. She put her 
lips on the tip of a water tap and drank. I started to remember when I had done 
this about a year ago. The teacher told me not to touch the metal tap with my 
lips because of the risk of infection. Karen was making the same mistake.

The girl finished drinking and walked to the pool.

I arrived at the drinking tap and decided to have a drink myself. I put my lips 
on the tip of the tap and licked the metal. I did this because I was curious and 
wanted to taste Karen's saliva.

There was nobody in the pool when I arrived. All the students were sitting on 
the concrete. The PE teacher stood at the front and looked up at the sky. He was 
waiting for the whole class to arrive.

I noticed Karen was sitting at the back by herself. When she saw me looking at 
her, she patted the bare concrete adjacent to her, inviting me to sit there. I 
sat near her but didn't say anything, and she didn't say anything to me either.

The PE teacher told everyone to get into the pool when everyone arrived from the 
classroom. We had to do timed laps for about half an hour, but after that, we 
were allowed to do anything in the pool. I spent most of the time jumping off 
the diving board.

After an hour, the bell rang, and it was time to go home. The PE teacher told 
everyone to get out of the pool and go back to the classroom. We all got out and 
walked back. Most of us were so wet we left a trail of water on the concrete as 
we walked back.

When I arrived at the classroom, I was still wet and realized I didn't have a 
towel. Karen must have known about my predicament because she offered me her 
towel, which I used. Her pink towel was wet because she had used it earlier. She 
was already in her school uniform and was ready to go home.

"You don't care if I use it?" I asked.

She spoke. "My mom will clean it when I get home."

I dried my skin with Karen's towel. As I dried my face, I inhaled and smelled 
the towel's sweet dampness. I gave the towel back to her and waiting for her to 
leave before I took off my clothes.

But she didn't leave. Instead, she stood where she was, as if waiting for me to 
undress.

Because I had seen her naked, I thought it was fair that she saw me naked, so I 
took off my wet bathers and revealed to Karen my small and shrivelled penis. I 
was so embarrassed that I didn't dare look at her face, which meant I never knew 
how she reacted to my nakedness.

I put on my underwear, put on my school uniform, returned my wet bathers to the 
PE teacher, collected my bag, and walked out of the classroom. Karen walked with 
me and we headed to the front gates of the school, which was where most students 
waited for their parents.

Karen started talking to me as we waited. She asked me all sorts of questions, 
such as what my parents did for a living, where I lived, and what I liked doing 
in my spare time. I told her my parents were lawyers, I lived about twenty 
minutes away from school, and I liked to play video games in my spare time.

Karen's mom arrived ten minutes later to pick her up, but before leaving, the 
little girl walked up to me, hugged me, and kissed me on the cheek. After this, 
I stood and felt bewildered. Karen's mom smiled when she saw her daughter 
hugging me.

 
THE END
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