I was sitting at my desk in my bedroom when I heard a knock at my door and in walks my sister with Susan. Just a social call they said. Just to say hello and did I remember Susan? I had to take a second to gather my thoughts. I said yes of course stood up and made some sort of embarrassing attempt to look nonchalant to say hi in a manly way and to be mature. From the start I knew I was well out of my depth and comfort zone. I remember Susan was an extremely attractive young woman, slim, very well proportioned. A blue stylish dress, accentuated her perfect figure. Long dark red hair, pale skin, beautiful bright piercing blue green eyes that seemed to peer into my soul. She was a year older than my sister, so probably about 23 but just gave the impression of being so much older and very sophisticated. The visit was very fleeting and they both left to go have tea with my mother and to catch-up on local gossip.
Later that afternoon there was another knock on my door. It was Susan on her own. She asked about my studies and what I wanted to do. So I told her the standard story that I gave to everyone. How I wanted to work with animals and to be a Vet. She came over to the desk and stood behind me to look at what I was doing. She leaned forward over my shoulder and started talking to me about what she was studying and how interesting it all was. I could smell her perfume an intoxicating sweet mix of lavender and jasmine. Her hair draped forward, over my shoulder. This was the closest I had ever been to what then considered a real woman and my pulse was racing. I knew I was in danger of feeling both aroused and embarrassed and unable to breath or to think straight. I think she could tell the effect she was having on me. She came closer, and placed a hand on my shoulder, I think she then pretended to slip as she placed her hand on my upper thigh to steady herself. Oh so sorry she said, but the sparks it created in my head and in my groin were unbearable. Without warning it caused an instant reaction and a very obvious bulge began to appear in my trousers, which Susan of course had noticed. Her hand remained on my thigh and quite nonchalantly just continued the small talk, asked if I was looking forward to leaving school, which University did I want to go to? She told me that she was at home for the week and staying at her parents place, they were on holiday in France, so she had the place to herself. She said that she found studying for A-levels very stressful and quite boring and she would be very happy to help me study. She thought a change of location would also help. Then she put her head next to mine and whispered that it would be nice if I could visit her tomorrow, and squeezed my thigh a little more tightly. The bulge grew harder!
I think I replied in a stammering less than convincing voice that I would enjoy that what time should I call. She replied would 11.00 a.m. be convenient,. I said yes of course, sounded a bit too keen. She thought it would be wise not to mention it to my sister or parents. She held a finger to a lips; “it would be our secret” and just to say I was going to see a friend to share studying ideas. At that she released her hand from my thigh, stood-up, pushed back her hair and calmly walked out of my room. I sat there dumbstruck feeling nervous, excited and terrified all at once. I was after all still a 17 year old virgin!
Sex needs to excite the mind and the body. Looking to push back on a very vanilla dull life to have fun to explore and experiment, whilst not getting too dark.
