0 comments/ 6192 views/ 0 favorites Spring of '39 By: alexcarr In the Spring of 1929, Ivan Jones had regained his self esteem when, after a year of unemployment, he was taken on in a new Government incentive to find jobs for unemployed South Wales miners. It meant leaving his beloved home, his mother and father for the first time but it made a lot of sense and also gave him the opportunity for leave the nest and fend got himself, he was a young lad of with teen in his prime and this new opportunity gave him renewed impetus to make something of his - up to then- dismal life having worked in the pits since he left school, like his Dad and his Granddad before. On receiving his first letter sent to his parents his mother gave a broad smile, Ivan said he was well happy and was comfortable in digs right near the sea shore - on fact just opposite to the area he worked with a score others from the mines. Their skill was impetrative in the building of a new rock walk in Goodrington just on the outskirts of Paignton and it meant a substantial wage - some of which he could send home to his parents who were well on the breadline. After the dust, the pollutions and the darkness he endured working in the mines he had known nothing else, until now -when he discovered what he called heaven - the smell of the Devon sea air, the wonderful scenery and a feeling that all in the world was well and at last, he could spread his wings the way he always wanted to. He was a handsome guy so it wasn't long before he had the girls glowing for him - a shy personality, it took him some time to adapt but a certain very attractive girl , a year younger than he at sweet seventeen, brought his newly found manhood to life, sprouting like the newly grown Spring buds - the trees, the shrubs, everywhere and in a week he had already presented Carol with a beautiful dark red rose which immediately captured her attention in a way that Ivan could never before have imagined, the girl was young, full of passion - a passion which had been released again after a very sad relationship, her former boy friend having drowned in the Bay. "I'm sorry to hear that, you must miss him so?" Ivan said. "I miss him terribly but if I have to be truthful it was his own silly fault, I told him he needed to learn to swim before he could go out so far, But you know how you guys are, he just had to show off, it was a sort of bravado showing his mates what he could do what unfortunately turned out to be what he couldn't do - and he paid the ultimate price for it!" But as he felt her sweet full kiss command his lips he relaxed and discovered how to enhance the kiss, because Carol was passionate, her kisses long and extravagant, she told him he was wonderful, that she just could not help herself if he thought she was a trifle bold. In those days it was standard generally for the guy to make advances, with the lack of birth control preventives a girl was less forthcoming because to become pregnant out of marriage was thought of to be wretched and sinful. And perhaps a couple needed to be more sure then that the security of marriage would be better for both and any children conceived - it was still a time when the man was the breadwinner and so Ivan, although inexperienced in the ways of life between a boy and a girl, was careful to hold himself back, something he had been brought up as fitting - especially as they had only6 recently met. "But I love you, Ivan. I love the boy you are, my gorgeous Welshman - do you not love me?" He felt all the time, as she held him so close, as she put her arms around him and hugged him like he was a Teddy Bear or something - and then more deep searching kisses tormenting his soul, his arousal becoming even more distinct. "Mmm, Ivan Jones, you do love me," she was knowledgeable enough to realise that as her elbow touched him there whist she hugged him. Ivan gulped. So this is how it was with a girl. This is what it was all about. Everything was happening to him all at once, a new life, a new environment and a sweet, sweet girl beside him, to show him the ways of something which until then had just been a figment of his imagination. "I think I do love you, Carol, I really do" he flushed still with the taste of her kiss in his mouth, her kisses were sweet, like she had been sucking mints, turned out she had, Everton mints were her favourite, she handed him one - "to cement out newly found love" she said with a wide smile on her face her deep blue eyes wide looking into his as she now nestled her head on his lap, sitting there with him on the edge of a rock looking out to sea. He found himself holding back still, even though they had dyed-in-the-wool a mutual love they still had so much to talk about. But she was a minx - nudging her head in his lap the way she did, that certain mischievous expression on her face - he then realised she knew exactly what she was doing and how much longer could he hold back, or was it that she didn't want that - was he being utterly slow or something, his inner self telling him just to relax and enjoy, this was probably going to be one of those very romantic times they would both recall in the future, when they made love before the incoming tide came in, engulfing the cave they had found, a few moments of privacy, when he first felt the ambiance of Carol take him to that other place - that wonderful mysterious place without a name, because it was all so wonderful no description could fit. And it was like a dream because he hadn't realised that he was unbuttoned, that in her overwhelming passion she had stripped him to his knees - in the privacy of the cave. Then afterwards she whispered... "That was wonderful baby, but you do taste of coal!" It took him a while to come out of the wonderful trance he'd been in - her words ringing softly in his ears. He said that was one of the things about having worked down the mines, you shower everyday but it takes a lifetime to be rid of the smell of coal in your skin." "Don't worry - it was wonderful." she said. "As good as you last boy friend" he asked, wishing he hadn't, What a stupid thing to ask a girl. At first she didn't reply, then she said "and the one before that, you want to know that too, how good they were in bed? Well the first was a shrimp and I never did that with him, only went out with him because of bravado, wanting to show the other girls I had a boy too. But Jim, well we were lovers of course we were - but how can you say, every time it is different that's all. I love you right, and that sis good enough for me. Does that answer your damned personal question! Now look where were we, the tide wont be long before it comes in..." This was his first time and she knew it, she could see he didn't know what to do. "Never mind, it will be fun showing you and then she was giving him her deep oral embrace again, he on his side she giving him access to her, her hands showing him what to do - "like this, I like this" she said taking a breath and guiding his fingers to her femininity. So sweet, so good, he'd never touched a girl before, it was wonderful, seeing her slip down her pink underwear the way she did, that certain wiggle so feminine and so encouraging, now he was in full arousal as bold as could be and he didn't care anymore, he felt the feelings a boy and a girl can give of one another, the touch, the silkiness of her skin, exploring ever crevice, - he wanted to take her orally too but could not sum up the courage, but no problem because - like she was reading his mind - her hand pushed his head down there, she opening up for him, there it was - what he craved for, what till now was a pure fantasy in the mind, she whispered that they could just enjoy like that this time and he was up for that, the taste of her so wonderful, feeling himself gradually do it deeper and with more passion, she was certainly helping herself, the way she squeezed him underneath, everything, he yelled that she knew he was nearly there, but she ignored him , still enjoying him, frisking him with her hand as she continued to take him, so he'd do likewise, she showing him how, pressing his fingers into her jewel harder now, just as she was showing him,, it seemed so rough but that's what she wanted and she was doing it hammer and tong with him. OMG! It was like a tornado had just happened. She yelled, so did he. They yelled and lamented together, now they were lovers, not fully fledged but nigh on, they were getting there and Ivan knew he would be there, right there next time come what may. She simmered laying close beside him whispering that it was wonderful. "And so was you, and the mints" he chuckled. To Be continued ... Spring of Manhood Prologue I am a soldier. I suppose this describes me better than any other sentence. I am a European soldier, living in this hectic turn of the millennium, experiencing the life and the world at their full extent... Or at least, I do my best to try. I am a continental European, so forgive me for my poor English; it's not my native language. But I am proud of it, since it is far better than most of my countrymen, and the reason for that is going to be part of my story. I am the last offspring of a family of soldiers. Both my grandfathers fought during World War one, the first in France, and the second one on the Alps, and won it; both of them came home, but the youngest survived just to die during World War two at El Alamein. Gold Medal. My father was young enough to be a partisan. Survived a German reprisal in 1944, and at the end of the war was in the regular Army when peace was almost as hot and the communist armies were camping on our eastern borders. He stayed in the Army all his life, and moved his family all across the country, as Army families do everywhere in the world. I grew up like that, moving once every three years, and came to know my homeland – and the Army - quite well. Once, during a Regimental parade in one of the many garrisons we have been living in, the Colonel asked me what I wanted to do when I grew up. I did not hesitate a second; I proudly looked at my dad's ranks, and announced: "I will be a Captain!" My father almost choked. I was five. I stuck to my word. I joined the Army in 1982, won my admission to the Academy and joined my first unit in 1987. The world had changed in between those years. We are a middle power in Europe. Contrary to the French, and thanks to the British, we had no colonies from which natives wanted to kick us out; contrary to the German, and thanks to the US, we had no major parts of the country to re-conquer; and contrary to the Brits, we had not a great imperial tradition to defend. So our post-war commitment had been minimal, and our Army had been a big garrison one. But in 1982 we first went to Lebanon (which we never really left), and after that crisis started to arise everywhere in the world, closer and closer to our mainland... And ever a peace-loving establishment as ours started to build up. When I got my first platoon, we were not a garrison Army anymore. Understand me: we are not the US Army. We don't go everywhere, and we don't go there as heavy as they do. But we go to quite many places, many more than we can actually afford. Actually, in percentage (manpower abroad vs. total manpower) we were the second most committed nation in the world during the last ten years. So, I have seen quite a lot of action. I enjoyed it. I felt like I was taking an active part in the building up of a better world... Or at least in keeping the mess as far as possible from my home. I believe serving overseas made me a better human being. It thought me, in the hard way, how to better understand the others, their strengths, their weaknesses and their peculiarities. Coming to understand different peoples, also helped to better understand individuals close to me. Women, in particular. You must understand this: in order to achieve my main objective, joining the Officers Academy, I always studied like an idiot. I am not an idiot, I am a normal guy, with a slightly more than average IQ, but I always engaged with the most skilled counterparts, and in the most challenging schools: it was a matter of pride. It was difficult. It took all of my energies and most of my time. No time for girls, at my high school, I'm afraid. Look, I wasn't a nerd, not even a geek. I found time for sports: skiing, swimming and judo. But almost no time was left for dancing, going out, flirting... Hell, the problem is that I can't even remember girls I liked and couldn't get. I didn't even notice them! I was just too committed. I always thought that if you really want something and you know it's difficult, then you have to commit yourself enough. Enough, at the time, meant completely. I managed. When I marched into my first Unit, I was a confident soldier, but a lonely one, with no girlfriend back at home. That also helped me in doing well. I become a good soldier, and a decent commander. I was ready when the game became serious. And during time, I realized that the Army also did me well. Almost suddenly, I was not shy anymore with girls; I grew self-confident, and knew how to behave, so I was ready to approach them, and to conquer them. This is my story. Spring of Manhood I wasn't a virgin, when I joined the Army. I was just very inexperienced, while most of my colleagues were boosting scores of girls scattered all over the country. But my first experience is rather enlightening, I suppose, about my unreadiness when it came to girls. I completed my High School in an extremely good school in the Northwest, one of the safest and richest areas of the country, but not one of the most exciting. All my friends were in my same situation: too much study, too few girls. I had no siblings, and the few girls of our class were either uninterested in flirts (too much studying as for us, I suppose), or engaged with guys from other schools or from the University. Our few coming outs were boys-only things, involving lots of biking and wine tasting, lots of fantasies about girls, projects about girls, but few or no girls at all. But anyway, there are always exceptions. There were three pretty girls in my class. The top-scoring one (in our special hit parade) was a petite brunette, strongly engaged with an older guy at the University, and she was studying really hard 'cause she wanted to manage into the most exclusive Medicine faculty around. No.2 was a block of ice. A southerner, actually the daughter of one of my dad's men, very pretty but only ready to discuss homeworks... Got enough already, thanks. No.3 was far more human. Quite pretty, athletic, muscled, long light brown hair, grey eyes, nice breasts, long legs, and a maybe slightly oversized bum. Friendly, not a heavy student (one of the worst in the class), but a clever and intelligent girl. The kind of girl people was talking about as a "not serious" one, just because she was told having fucked a wild boy who was in our class two years before (the year I was not there yet), and eventually lost the year due to his poor score. Everybody was laughing when she claimed to be a "virgin", since it was pretty clear she meant she was a Virgo. And she was engaged. Well, I care nothing if she had been fucking a bad guy two years before, and I was not engaged myself, so I had no problems. She was pretty and friendly, and I was horny and frustrated like only an 18-years-old boy with no girlfriend can be. Problem was, I had no idea how to approach her, nor the time (or the courage) to try my chances with her. Our final exams were closing, and tension was mounting. Final score at those exams was fundamental for the admission to University (or to the Academy for what I was concerned), so we were all quite stressed. Silvia (that was the girl's name) was the only daughter of a policeman, and somehow was closer to my thinking than most of my other friends. One day we had a long discussion during the Philosophy lesson about the cold war and the international situation: it was the time the Soviets were deploying the SS20 missiles against Europe, and President Reagan was pushing for Europeans to deploy Cruise missiles, the so-called Euromissiles, to counter them. There was a lot of unrest everywhere; I remember bad incidents at Greenham Common, in England, but also at home the debate was heating up. That time, most of students my age were quite left-wing and seemed to honestly believe that the Soviets were just defending themselves from "American Imperialism". As it came out, only Silvia and I were in favour of getting those missiles deployed (the teacher was quite pleased with her class, and unpleased with Silvia and I), and we got a lot of shit from the most militant guys. That happened on the last hour of the day. When we left the school and I was walking towards the bus stop, I heard hooting behind me, and saw an ugly orange French car boarding the sidewalk. Silvia was a few months older than me, and got her driving license already, with a small car as a bonus from her dad, to go to school during the week and reach her boyfriend during the weekends. It was quite a surprise to be invited on for a lift home. Nothing happened, just small talks going home, but that became a habit: every morning Silvia would pick me up at my place to go to school, and then she would take me home. I got a friend, enjoyed sharing the car with a pretty girl and saved the bus money. But, if possible, I got ever hornier. Understand me: it was late spring, and girls' cloths were getting more and more brief... Apparently, Silvia had no bras in her closet, and her skirts were all very thin and transparent. Not to mention her ultra-tight jeans. But still, that was just friendship. She behaved as an elder sister, clearly implying she was a woman and I was a boy... There were eight months difference between us, but the point was that she was engaged with a boy five years older and going to get married after the exams. Oh, well! Right. The exams. "What about preparing the exams together?" The proposal quite surprised me. I was sailing my way with some distinction, but I was far from being the guy you want assistance from to prepare an exam. Typically, I was ok in most subjects, excellent in three and a catastrophe in two (including philosophy, wonder why). But, as it turned out, we had the same subjects assigned for the final exam. What would you do? I chose against my better judgement for the first time in my life. And I did well. We set up our base at her place. Silvia's mother loved me (that was going to be an embarrassing constant with my girlfriends), and since at the time they were building up a countryside house out of town, we ended up quite often being alone in their city flat. No, she didn't jump on me. She really wanted to study with me, and I wanted to pass the damned exam too... This was real life, not a sexual fantasy (sigh!). But still... The most typical of the study room, and the most typical of the desks. Two students, one book to study together on. Two chairs very close to each other. One boy and one girl, both swimmers and with broad shoulders. That means two shoulders too much to read comfortably with. Already the second day, I just passed my arm across Silvia's shoulders to get closer, and she did not react. For almost a week we studied like that, even in the early summer heat. I just enjoyed her young female scent, the contact with her skin... And dreamed a lot. Then, one day, while studying the structure of planet Earth, I moved my right hand, from the tip of her shoulder, down to her collarbone and further south. No reaction. I knew the structure of the Earth, so I didn't need to concentrate; I ventured down her chest. Silvia wore an old tee shirt, a Fruit of the Loom one, with that lovely oval rounding teenager girls' perky breasts... It was old and thin. We were close to the iron nucleus of the planet, when I reached the upper outskirts of Silvia's fleshy right "nucleus". It was the first time I touched a woman's breast. It was warm and soft, and still so full... I couldn't resist. I got a handful of her tit, holding tight. There was no mistake now: I was fondling her breast. No reaction. I squeezed delicately her tit, feeling a fast growing erection in my jeans. Gosh, what a sensation: I felt something growing hard against my palm. It was her nipple, growing as fast as my dick, only in a far less restrictive environment... I was expecting Silvia to slap me on the face any moment, or at least to protest... No reaction. I was mesmerized. I was openly playing with the tits of a very engaged girl, who already many times pointed out she was not only not interested in me, but in none of the boys of our class... And still, she was apparently only interested in my explanations about the Earth's iron nucleus! We went on for almost an hour like that, with me having no idea about my next step, and Silvia showing her best interest into geology. Then her mother was back. We got a fresh coffee, and I went home, flushed like if I just got my first sexperience... And I had indeed. We went on like that for a couple of days, rehearsing Contemporary History and Natural Sciences (our assigned subjects), with Silvia tossing the pages and me probing her breasts without any sign of a reaction from her. I was mesmerized by her lack of returns, either positive or negative, and really had no idea how to proceed. Gosh, I was so excited and frustrated at once! The situation was further complicated by the fact that her mum was at home quite a lot, leaving me no ground to try and play more heavily and to trigger some sort of a reaction by my unnerving and teasing schoolfriend. I tried to unlock the stalemate by inviting her out for a pizza on Thursday night, but her fiancée was coming from the University and she was understandably busy that evening... And of course the same was for the entire weekend. Too bad. I spent my weekend studying hard maths (that exam was written and we rather prepared it alone) and planning harder about my next move; I was far more successful with my maths. We met again on Monday, and it was quickly clear to me that the situation was still unchanged: I was allowed free trips on her chest, and got no returns; Silvia's mum was also constantly around, leaving me no options but going on studying. To my surprise, it was Silvia who finally broke the stalemate. "Mum," she asked her mother when she took us a coffee, "Do we have any Cola around?" "I think there are some packages down in the cellar," was the answer, "I am not sure." Silvia smiled at me, and suggested: "What about going downstairs and having a look? It would be nice to get something fresh." I was all for it. The history of the Workers' Movement before the Great War was getting on my nerves, and my poor dick was hurting inside my jeans; having a walk in the cellar seemed to me the most appealing of the ideas. Silvia's home basement was quite old... I could understand their desire for a new house in the countryside. It was dark and humid, and the air smelled of dump. Silvia walked ahead of me in the corridor leading to the cellar, and I could admire the shape of her legs, very evident through her thin skirt in the dim light of the naked bulb in the ceiling. Suddenly, there was an odd noise, and Silvia jumped. "Oh my God!" she shrieked, "A mouse! There is a mouse!" It was like in a Disney cartoon: the girl jumps in the air yelling with fright, and ends up in the astonished boy's arms, while the poor, harmless mouse looks puzzled and then disappears laughing. The only variation was that I noticed no mice, laughing or not. Silvia was up in my arms, clenched at my neck and breathing heavily, shacking like if she saw a ghost. I said she was an athletic girl, as tall as me (well, maybe a couple of centimetres taller), and not on the skinny side. I mean, about 70 kilos of thick bones and well-developed muscles. Nothing to manage lightly. So, I held her firmly and tight to me, trying to balance on my feet. I had her underarms on my right arm and her knees folded around the left; her skirt had skipped up her legs, and I was enjoying the contact with her naked thigh skin, while her heaving breasts were almost pushing against my face. If it wasn't for the weight, I could have signed for a full month in that position... "Ehi, calm down!" I laughed, as a real man does when defending the lady, "There is nothing here." Silvia held herself tighter, folding my shoulders, and I felt her breath in my ear. "Are you sure?" I didn't want to let go of her, but I couldn't keep her in the air forever, so I lay with my back against the wall, still holding her tight. "'Course I am. Come on, don't be scared: I'm here." What a phrase. Cary Grant would be proud of me. "Hold me tight, Roberto," she whispered in my ear, making me shiver, "Hold me, please..." Well, how clueless can an almost-eighteen boy be? There was a limit to my shyness, and I knew well Silvia was not a stupid girl. I breathed deep, and I closed my mouth on her lips. They burned. I felt her naked arms clenching around my neck, her fingers playing with my hair, and finally, our mouths met. My knees shacked when our tongues made contact, and then intertwined. I could not believe it: we were kissing! How romantic: my first actual French-kissing session took place in the dampest and smelliest of the basements of my city. I let go of Silvia's legs, and she slowly slipped with her feet back on the floor, her full body pressing against mine. With my right arm I kept holding firmly her shoulders, while my left hand slipped around her hips and then down on her firm bum. From our mouths to our tiptoes, we were pushing against each other as hard as we could. I was tasting the humid warmth of her mouth, and at the same time I was fondling her shapely buttocks, slowly pulling up her skirt, while Silvia was clearly probing my crotch with her thigh. I had never been so excited before in my life, I wanted that moment to last forever... I WAS KISSING A GIRL! I knew I was at a turning point in my life; I was savouring a moment that was to stay fixed in my mind forever... I wanted to exploit the situation at the maximum extent, and in the meantime I didn't want to run the risk to spoil the moment. I was enjoying it, but again, I had no idea what to do next. Again, due to my lack of experience, I ended up leaving the initiative to Silvia. She kept her naked arms behind my neck and her body against mine, but she parted her lips and smiled at me, joyfully. "Do you like it?" she asked. "Hmmm..." I muttered, "Yes, I do. I like it a lot." "Good..." I felt her leg move against my crotch sensually, and there was no doubt she was probing my erection through my jeans. I kept both my hands on her large, firm ass, feeling her hard, muscled buttocks through the thin material of her skirt under my fingers, while her hand slipped down my shoulder and between the two of us, until she reached down to my fly. God, Silvia was touching my crotch, testing the dimension of my engorged cock! "Hmmm... Yes, I can feel you like it," she hissed smiling, "Wow, you really do..." Not knowing what to do, I just resumed kissing her deep, and started again lifting the hem of her skirt. As before, Silvia didn't stop nor encouraged me, but readily answered my kiss. I was exploring the depths of her warm mouth with my eager tongue, when my fingers reached the hem of the skirt and came to contact with the soft skin of her upper thighs. I felt her shiver. I tried to suck the air out of her mouth, and she jiggled. My hands reached the fold between the thighs and the buttocks. Her hand clenched on my crotch. I moaned in her mouth, and she answered in kind. I grabbed her naked buttocks tight, and pulled her full body against me. She didn't resist, not even when I got hold of her thin cotton panties, and started moving them aside. I started sipping her saliva, and it tasted wonderful. At the same time, I started exploring the crack between her buttocks: it felt warm and damp. I moved my fingertips further, and I reached the first curl. I was touching her pussy! Spring of Manhood I groaned excitedly and pulled her closer, pushing harder with my fingers. Silvia's hand was now really grabbing my cock through my jeans, and started moving up and down, stroking me shamelessly. My finger found more hair down between her thighs, and her hair was damp. I pushed harder, and suddenly something moved, letting my right middle finger slipping inside her. Silvia jumped. She moaned, juggled, and then she blew into my mouth, putting an end to our never-ending kiss. She laughed, and we parted. We smiled, looking at each other. I waited her to say something, since it had been her who stopped our kiss, but she just kept on smiling and looking at me. Maybe I should have said something smart, but my skull interior was a vacuum. It shouldn't stop there. So I gently pushed her backwards against a wooden box. Now Silvia was stuck and I had full freedom to explore her body. She smiled at me when I resumed lifting her skirt, letting my fingers slipping up along the soft skin of her thighs. I noticed her nipples were hard as nuts, protruding through the thin cotton of her tee shirt: she was as excited as I was. I grabbed her right breast with my left hand, while my right one kept raising under her skirt, and I closed again on her mouth to kiss. She met me midway, and soon we were kissing again, our tongues intertwined, while with one hand I was kneading her breast and with the other I was caressing her inner thighs. Again, I wanted that to last forever, but soon I reached the front of her panties, and I felt the warm dampness of the cotton covering her mound. I pressed my fingers, and Silvia moaned with pleasure in my mouth. I didn't move away the cotton; I feared that could be too much; rather, I started caressing her pussy through the material, trying to read its features through the thin fabric. I spotted the most protruding part, and started kneading it delicately but with determination. Silvia moaned again, louder. I felt her fingernails scratching the back of my neck, and knew she was enjoying it. I realised the panties were getting more and more damp; hell, they were wet now! By chance, my middle finger slipped under the mound, and I felt her flesh under the wet panties giving way, while I somehow sank into her. As before, Silvia jumped at the sudden parting of her pussy lips. "Oohhh..." she moaned, this time without pushing away, "It's so nice..." Her nipples were as hard as rocks now, I could feel one while squeezing her tit, and I started tormenting it between my fingers, causing the girl to moan again. This time it was I parting from our kiss, to breath deeply. Then, I moved my right hand up on her muscled belly, and I slipped into her panties. Silvia shivered, but didn't stop me. Soon enough, I felt the upper curls of her pussy hair. Excited, I squeezed her nipple, causing the girl to moan louder. I was so excited; I thought I was coming in my pants. Her hand had grown somehow weaker, and was not stroking me anymore, but I could feel I was not so far anyway... Then I reached her clit. "Uuhhh..." she yelled, jumping between my arms and instinctively opening her legs. I felt the small fleshy knot hidden under her bush, realising it was the famous clitoris I had heard so much of. Gosh it was exciting! I was touching Silvia's clitoris... Again, my middle finger slipped south, and I felt her labia opening like for magic. "Aahhh..." the girl moaned, pushing her face into my neck side. Now my finger was inside her. My God, she was warm... Warm and wet. Her channel turned up almost abruptly. I didn't expect that, so my finger automatically hooked up and pushed hard. "Oh my God..." Silvia panted: "Oh! Oohhh..." I felt her shiver, then arching. Instinctively, I pushed my toe on her knob and my middle finger up against the inner side of her mound; in the mean time, with the other hand I pulled at her swollen nipple. "Oh! Hmmm..." Suddenly, Silvia went stiff like a bone, held her breath and let out a growling, deep sound. I felt my right hand getting all wet in a matter of seconds. At first, I feared I hurt her; then, my dumb mind started realising the girl was having an orgasm. I couldn't believe it. Silvia was cumming on my hand. I almost panicked, hunting for her mouth with my lips, suddenly desperate for kissing her. I eventually found her lips, and got puzzled finding them cold... Then I just kissed them warm back, suckling the wetness of her mouth. That second of ecstasy lasted a couple of centuries, then, after a couple of seconds, I felt her shiver and relax back under my arms. I stopped kneading her most intimate erogenous parts, and kept on kissing her open-mouth, holding her tight. Slowly, her tongue started meeting me back, she relaxed, and slipped out of my hold. Silvia looked straight at me and smiled, coyly. No words were spoken. Probably, none of us knew what to say. Rather, without ceasing smiling, Silvia pushed me back to the centre of the corridor, and then fell on her knees. I could not believe it: she was opening my fly! A bit clumsily I must say (wasn't she the expert?), she searched for my cock, grabbed it and pulled it free, almost hurting me in the process. And there she was: still breathing hard after her exertion, kneeling in front of my naked, stiff cock. Again, she offered no comments. Just smiled, and started caressing me slowly, stroking my young and inexperienced manhood with her warm hand. My head was spinning by now, my knees were shacking, and I suddenly panicked to the idea to shame myself in some way I could not imagine... And in the same time I was having the time of my life. Without stopping smiling, Silvia went on stroking me quickly. She closed on my shaft, and caressed it with her cheeks, then looked at me straight in the eyes. Again, she said nothing. Instead, she kissed my cock straight on the head. I felt the warmth of her lips on my glans, and hoped to cum that very second, but I didn't. Silvia was good at that. Clearly, she had quite an experience... Suddenly, I felt my orgasm approaching... The "small death" caught me mid-breath, and I almost chocked for the unexpected violence of my release. I closed my eyes shut and clenched my teeth, while my hands hunted for Silvia's head without finding it. I cum. "Uuhhh..." I groaned, feeling my nuts shooting out their load, and reeling into the warm feeling of releasing myself of all the accumulated tension. I inspired deep, then I reopened my eyes and looked down. Silvia was still slowly stroking my still stiff but rapidly deflating cock, smiling happily at me. Her hand was smeared with cum, a white string of semen lay on her elbow, and a few droplets were on her light brown hair. We said nothing. She let go of my spent cock and awkwardly rose on her legs, clumsily grabbing a piece of dusty paper from the box behind her, to clean her hand. I was still panting, while she strived to get clean of my sperm and I desperately tried to put order in the mess of my mixed feelings, emotions and disordered thoughts. When Silvia threw away the paper and looked back at me, I held her in my arms again to kiss her. This was a brief one though. After jokingly twisting our tongues against each other, Silvia pulled away smiling: "Time to go back upstairs, or mom will come to see what happened..." Fair enough. I pulled back my fully satisfied and still incredulous cock into my jeans and locked my fly. Then got hold of the Cola cage Silvia was pointing at, and followed her back upstairs. Silvia's mom smiled seeing us back up with the cola: "Wow, it is really dirty down there, look at you! Roberto, I am sorry to make you work... Silvia, your skirt is a mess!" "It's OK, Mrs," I muttered "It was just so very dark..." We sat back at Silvia's desk and just awkwardly resumed our study. I felt so light and relaxed, like a new confidence was flowing in my veins. It was like having passed a much more important exam than the one we were studying for. Obviously, we were not concentrated enough to go on seriously. And even more obviously, none of us had anything to say that made any sense enough to be told. So, after a little hour more, I collected my books and notes and said goodbye. Both Silvia and her mom came to the door with me and smiled me goodbye while I walked downstairs. Only then I realised Silvia failed to clean the droplets of sperm from her hair. *** June was over, and July was the month of our exams. In between, I also managed to take both my British School First Certificate and my Driving School exams. In August, I had my selections for the Academy... 1981 had been quite a hot summer, for me! When I went back to Silvia, we spoke nothing about the events of the day before. She was in shorts and sleeveless shirt, quite revealing, but it was so hot a weather that it meant nothing. Again I was allowed to fondle her breasts, and I added to the thrill a free caressing of her thigh next to mine, without triggering any special reaction. I hoped for something else in the basement to be taken upstairs, but we were plenty with cola and nobody mentioned the basement. When I left, she followed me at the door, and I clumsily tried to kiss her on the mouth. Silvia smiled, slightly moved round her head, and we ended up kissing on the cheeks like good friends. What did I do wrong? This story was really troubling me. I started blaming it on myself for getting involved with this studying with Silvia: was I putting my exams at stake? Was I going to ruin myself for an already engaged girl who just liked playing with me? Or it was I, the one who was simply not getting the right signals an older girl was giving me and just behaving like a child, upsetting her? What did I do wrong? On Thursday, Silvia received me saying again her boyfriend Riccardo was coming that evening, so we couldn't see each other on Friday and the rest of the weekend. How fantastic, I thought. So, she added, to make our best of the available time, we could take her car and go to their countryside estate to study, have a light meal there, and study again all the afternoon, till the time she had to go and pick Riccardo up at the station. It sounded good to me. It was a warm early summer, and some fresh air from the countryside was far welcome. Silvia was wearing a jeans skirt cut on the knee with a rear cut, and an orange tank top. She stood quite taller than me, high on her summer sandals tied up to the knee. I had my usual short sleeves shirt, jeans and tennis shoes. Nothing fancy, but good for the countryside. While driving, Silvia offered me a good show of her smooth, sun-tanned and well-muscled legs, and I did not loose the opportunity to caress them all the way until we reached the farmhouse. It proved to be far bigger a house than I expected, and although not finished yet, it was very comfortable. There was nobody around. We set up in the living room, opened our books and started studying. As usual, I bent an arm across her shoulders and started rubbing her breasts, while caressing her leg with my thigh. And as usual, Silvia did not react. It soon was lunchtime, and we boiled some spaghetti, opened a tomato sauce can, added some fresh basil from the garden and enjoyed our most national dish. Silvia also had a bottle of Grignolino in storage, and we liberally poured the red wine in our glasses, as people from our region do. In the end, we got some Robiola fresh cheese, and got a last sip of Grignolino. I am not a strong wine drinker, and Silvia happened to be less one than me. No, we didn't get tipsy and started making love. It doesn't work like that with our people. Yes, we got tipsy, and sleepy too. It was pretty hot, we were tired with studying, under digestion, and we got red wine... Of course we felt sleepy. So, we went for the couch in the same living room we had been studying before, and we sat there with a satisfied sob. I passed an arm behind her and gently pulled her body against mine. Silvia smiled and said: "Hmmm... I think I know what you have in mind, but forget it!" "Oh yes, you know? And why not, tell me?" "'Cause Riccardo is gonna be her in 'coupla of hours..." was the convincing answer. I audibly sobbed my frustration and squeezed her shoulders, which she liked. Then I tried to kiss her, and again I ended up kissing her cheeks. Silvia smiled again and put a finger on my lips: "You're so sweet, Roberto, but it's simply not going to be. Why don't we rest a bit together and then we resume from where we stopped?" OK, I got it. Fine. Upsettingly frustrating, but fine. She lay against me and rested her head on my shoulder. I felt so heavy myself, and lounged to lay my head somewhere. We both breathed hard and burped. We laughed. Silvia laid her head on my lap. Then I fell a bit on my side. I can't recall the exact mechanics of our movements, but in the end we were laying on the couch, each on his right side and turned towards the other. It suddenly occurred to me we were in a perfect sixty-nine position! Possible that Silvia was such a tease to arrange this as a provocation? Or was it happening just by chance... And what a chance? I was suddenly very much awake. Silvia was breathing hard; was she sleeping? I could not see her face. In front of my nose there were her naked thighs and the hem of her jeans skirt. Gorgeous. I was not only very much awake. I was also very much horny. I felt my cock stir inside my jeans, and blood rush into my veins. I had to do something! If it was just a provocation, I could not stand the shame not to catch it: it would have been even worse than if it was just happening by chance and I was going to offend her... Better to risk her outrage than her (and mine) despise. My left hand was fully free. I started by caressing her jeans-covered ass. No reaction. I clumsily pulled my right hand free, and reached for her feet, to caress them. No reaction. I kissed the soft and silky skin of her inner thighs, smelling her female scent. No reaction; her breathing sounded heavier and heavier. I pulled her closer to me; I caressed her harder, and started rubbing her buttocks through the skirt. Then I started liking her thighs. Silvia breathed less regularly now; but still heavily. I started lifting the hem of her skirt, helping myself both with my left hand and my chin. Her delicious female scent got stronger and stronger. I felt like my cock was exploding in my trousers. I licked my way up her inner thighs, sniffing excitedly the smell of the sex of this young girl. It was really strong now. Then I tossed and pushed my nose as up as I could, moving my right hand up too, along her tanned leg, lifting her skirt even more. My eyes caught sight of a thick brown bush. I couldn't believe it: Silvia had left her panties at home! She had been without underwear all day long... What a tease! I couldn't stand this. I had to do something now, or lose respect for myself forever. However much I whished to lick her, I couldn't reach her inviting pussy with my mouth; so I pushed as far as I could, inhaled her intoxicating perfume, and while I caressed my way up with my free hand, I slowly blew warm air on her surging mound. I felt Silvia shiver from head to toe. I went on, holding the bum tight, caressing her inner thigh and blowing her pussy for a few moments more. I realised I could no longer hear her breathing; but I could still feel her shiver along her whole body. I liked her naked, smooth skin, and I felt a shiver of excitement myself. A hand on my crotch. A warm, soft and strong one. She was awake. No fear to weak her up; no fear to offend her either... Not anymore, not at that point for sure. I squeezed myself down her body, better positioning myself for the assault, and then I moved both hands on her exposed pussy, parting her lush curly hair and admiring her mocking slit. Then I drove forward, and lapped it, all along. Silvia jerked and shrilled loud: "Uh! Uuhhh... Hmmm..." The taste of pussy was intoxicating. Nothing I would ever expected... Sweet and salty at the same time, so warm and juicy, so... So female! Suddenly, the scent was twice as strong: her labia were open now, and her whole femalehood was transpirating through those exposed hairy and flashy lips. I parted them more with my fingers, and then I started liking her pussy thoroughly, squeezing my face between her naked thighs. Silvia gasped, and then started shaking, like I saw her down in the basement. "Hmmm... Oh! Oohhh... Oh yeah! Yeah... Hmmng... Oohhh..." Her moans of pleasure were my best reward. I started eating her up, devouring her pussy as deep as I could reach, and rubbing my nose in her bush and against her clit. "Oh my God... Oh my God... Uuhhh... Yes... Yes... Don't stop... Please don't stop... Oohhh..." She was not inactive either. Now I felt both her hands on my crotch. I felt her expert fingers play with my fly, pulling my jeans open as much as required, and then taking hold of my desperate rod. I licked her juicy pussy, and I felt my cock stroked in the same second. We both shivered, moaned and twisted. I raised my aim and twinkled her clit with my tongue. Silvia yelled: "Aahhh!" I resumed lapping at her slit, and a second later, I felt the warmest sensation of my life down, on the head of my cock. Warm and wet, and so strong. Silvia had taken my cockhead into her mouth. I couldn't believe it: I was taking a blowjob by my schoolfriend. And at the same time I was eating her pussy! A sixty-nine; we were doing a sixty-nine. Sucking each other genitals, eating each other. I was out of my mind and of my body: I could almost see our entwined bodies tossing on the couch in this crazy oral intercourse, and still I could not believe it. Silvia liked my shaft for all its length, covering it with warm saliva, and then swallowed my cockhead again. I almost felt her tonstrils touching the glans, and I almost came into her throat. Then I started licking her furiously. I grabbed with both ands her naked buttocks, I split them open and pushed my tongue as deep as I could, sucking strongly to savour her pearly juice as much as I could. "Hmmmppf!" Silvia muffled, her mouth full with my manhood. I could sense she was close. And I didn't want to cum myself yet... There was far too much more I wanted from Silvia this time! I trapped her clit between my lips and suckled it. Slowly at first, harder and harder later. As a reaction, I felt Silvia sucking me off stronger and stronger too. It was like a contest now... A challenge, on which one could make the other cum first. I couldn't lose, I couldn't at all! I bit her. Strong. Silvia howled, feeling the centre of her pleasure dealt with so roughly. It was like I teared all her energy apart, shattering her whole body. I felt her twist and convulse, her lips suddenly weak on my cock, and I pushed two fingers into her slit, aiming at the same spot I hit the last time. At the same time, I suckled again her clitoris between my tongue and lips, and blew up with all of my might. "Hmmmppf... Aahhh! Aahhh! Aahhh!" Silvia set free of my cock and screamed out her orgasm. I felt her stiffening and arching like a bow, squeezing my head between her strong thighs, and I almost suffocated when my nostrils filled with pussy juice ejaculating from her exploding vagina. Silvia convulsed and trashed about for quite a few seconds, while I was gasping for air and fearing she could accidentally bite me back on my most precious part... Spring of Manhood Finally, Silvia fell down, and I pulled my head free, breathing again hard to fill up my lounges with oxygen. "Oh my God," I heard Silvia panting breathless, "That was awful!" "You bet!" I panted back, "Gosh you are strong, Silvia!" We did not move for a while, and then I tossed free, to reach for her face. She was smiling, and then tossed her nose at the smell of her own sex when I tried to kiss her. I laughed, and insisted. She laughed back, and tossed away stronger. Soon, we were wrestling on the couch, laughing and giggling like children; only ours was a very adult game now. I realised we were falling from the couch, and gallantly tossed aside, to be the one to fall down, pulling Silvia with me in a way that she fell safely on top of me. I banged my head, but the carpet was soft, and soon we started wrestling again, only this time on the carpet. I didn't manage to kiss her on the mouth, but in the end Silvia realised I was backing her down and pulling her legs open. She suddenly stopped laughing and smiling, and turned serious: "No, Roberto, not this! Please, don't..." My cock was rock hard between my legs, still protruding proudly out of my jeans. I looked at her, laying on the carped, still panting hard and looking straight at my eyes. Without speaking, I pulled free of my shirt and smiled. The jeans skirt was all rolled up around Silvia's hips, and her brown-haired pussy was showing in all its glory between her bare thighs, the reddish slit wide-open after its fresh orgasm. "Please, don't..." she repeated slowly, now looking at my cock. I pushed my cockhead against her pussy, rubbing the head on her hairy mound, and then caressing her clit. Silvia jumped, feeling stimulated on her oversensitive love button, and gasped hopelessly. Then I moved my cock down, along her wet slit. I felt her warm labia caressing the glans, and the sensitive veins on the lower part of the shaft. It was awesome. I felt her slit opening, and my cockhead almost fell into her. "Roberto, please..." Silvia pleaded weakly, shacking with desire in all her body, her eyes transfixed on my well ready sex. She was ready too, I felt it clearly. And was doing nothing to stop me. I played again my cock along her opening, feeling her burning wet female flesh touching mine. I caressed her labia, and the red mouth of her vagina, that I just licked with so much satisfaction. It was like being sucked into her. Her vaginal muscles were very tonic and strong, and her slit was so well lubrified: I just pushed a bit, and suddenly my cock sank into her, like if Silvia was eating me with her lower mouth. Silvia gasped, and I saw myself penetrating her. Then nature followed her course, and I forced my way into her. "Aahhh!!!" Silvia shrieked. I felt her warm legs folding my sides, and the heels of her sandals hitting the back of my thighs, as to push me deeper into her. I felt a hint of pain sliding into Silvia, just when I felt a slight resistance by her inner tissues, then I was completely in. Silvia was not resisting; on the contrary, she was holding me in with her strong swimmer legs. When I reopened my eyes, I looked incredulously at the girl lying underneath me: Silvia was breathing slowly and deep, with her eyes closed, the expression of her face slowly relaxing from her previously tightness. Her naked, ringed arms were lying alongside her torso, and her breasts, still covered by the tank top, were heaving like after pain. Slowly, Silvia opened her eyes and looked at me. Painfully slowly, she started smiling coyly. "What are you waiting for?" she whispered, "Fuck me!" I felt the shrill of excitement run along my spine. Yes! Yes, I was going to do it... I was going to fuck her hard and good! I started moving into her, probing into her belly, trying to understand what was the best to please her. Silvia raised her arms and held me tight, almost as tight as her legs were holding my hips. We looked in each other's eyes, and she smiled warmly. Then I started fucking her. Holding myself on only one arm, I used the other to uncover her breasts, then I started nibbling her swollen nipples, making her scream. "Ah! Aahhh... Hmmm... Oh! Aahhh!" Reeling in the feeling of her warm thighs around my sides, feeling the warmth of her tight pussy, tasting her fleshy, hard nipples, enjoying her sharp fingernails scratching my bare back... I was in heaven. Gosh, her pussy felt tight! Of course it was my first pussy, but I expected it to be looser... I mean, it was supposed to be a used one. And it was so hot... I knew I was not on for a long fucksession: Silvia already put me on the edge with her mouth just minutes before, and there was no way for me to last much longer. I wanted her to cum again, but I had no idea where she was. I stopped suckling her nipples and came on top of her, as up as I could, to rub her clit with the back of my shaft, and I realised from the higher peach of her moans that I was being successful. I reached the deepest inside Silvia, and suddenly I felt I was losing it. Oh my God, I was going to cum. I was going to cum inside a girl... Could I? I should, I thought, she's having a boyfriend, but... I saw terror in her eyes, and got it. I yanked out of her just in time, pulling myself up on my knees as a long jet of sperm erupted from my engorged cockhead and shot out in the air over my half-naked school friend. My cock felt suddenly so cold and naked, out of its comfortable foxhole. What a waste to come out, but on the other hand... Bewitched, I saw my seed shooting over Silvia and land over her in sparse drops and longer strings of semen. Some matted her dark bush, most fell in and around her navel, and a few ended up on her heaving breasts. I was exhausted. I just fell back on her, squeezing her naked, wet tits with my bare chest, my hands clenching her shoulder blades. I laid there, slowly recovering my breath; I felt one hand laying on my bare back; and then another reached for my hair, and started softly caressing my head. It felt beautiful. I slowly raised my head, and realised she was smiling at me: not the wide, satisfied smile of the satiated female you expect after a sex ride, but an insecure, shy one. Like the one you would expect from a... "Oh my God..." I muttered. I forced myself on my arms and looked down. I saw it. Blood. Not much of it, but some. I blushed. I felt ashamed: I had been thinking only of myself, of my own virginity to erase as soon as possible, without thinking of... Damn! From underneath me, Silvia caressed me tenderly, almost making me cry. "I told you I was a virgin," she whispered, "But nobody believed me. Riccardo has been trying so hard, but I always held on for later... And now I did it with you!" "I'm sorry." I managed to say. "Don't be. It was very nice... And thank you for taking care. You were very sweet..." She pulled me towards herself, and this time didn't toss her nose at the smell of my breath: she kissed me full mouth, deep and long. It was dusk when Silvia drove me back to town. It was late, and Riccardo was already being waiting at the station, so she was driving straight there, to take me home later. It was a short ride between our beautiful, wine-covered hills, but I had time to think. We – my friends and I – all had been thinking of Silvia as an easy lay, even if none of us had ever done anything with her; just because of her open and friendly behaviour and of her rather older boyfriend. We had no respect for their story, and I was feeling almost a hero when I started thinking I could actually manage to fuck her. And manage I did. So now, the girl who had so long withheld her gift for her boyfriend, was going to meet him after betraying him with a bastard who just had his way with her, abusing of a moment of weakness on her side. I felt sad for them: they were due to marry in a year or so. I looked at Silvia when we entered the city, and saw she was also looking at me while driving. And she was smiling while looking at me. A sad smile, but a smile. A warm one. She was not upset with me. Maybe she was a bit upset with herself, but not with me. I was not going to lose her friendship. I supposed she cared for me; and from now on, she would probably always do. We were the first ones for each other, and that will always count for us. I placed a hand on her bare thigh and caressed it slowly, reeling into the warm sensation of her soft skin and of the muscles underneath. Silvia's smile widened, and I felt more comfortable. I kept my hand there for a while, kind of a temporary ownership sign, until we entered the parking lot of the station, then I moved it away, to caress her cheek. She kissed my finger slightly, and then tossed her head to find a slot. She parked, and there he stood: Riccardo. Silvia jumped out of the car and ran to hug him, tears in her eyes. The cuckold thought it was happiness. I came out while they were still kissing, and I waited for my turn, patiently. While waiting I looked at him. Huge guy. Tall, wide shoulders, dark features. Then he saw me and let go of Silvia. "This is Roberto. We are preparing our exams together... Roberto, meet Riccardo. My fiancé." "Ciao, Riccardo" I said, offering my hand. "Hi." We say, when intelligence meets physical strength, men start looking like three-door closets. It's a joke, implying a very low score in the first of the two qualities. And the expression seemed to me quite fit Riccardo. Silvia, what the hack are you doing? Hey, I am not jealous: I'm not in love with Silvia. I like her, and I whish her good luck in life. But if Riccardo is her ideal about men... Silvia and I never studied together again. The next Monday she was ill, and so she was for two days. Then the written exams came, two of them, and finally the orals. I passed. There was no breakthrough, but I fought with honour. I scored a 48/60, which is quite OK being 36/60 the minimum to pass. Silvia was rejected. She failed her orals badly. Apparently, she went blank about most of what we did together. I suffered watching at her failure, and felt guilty. She run away from the school crying, and I didn't manage to say goodbye to her before leaving to the Academy. Was it possible? I mean, I was the sex-obsessed one, always looking for an opportunity to score a point while we were studying, like seeing her legs, caressing her breasts or thoroughly fucking her. She was studying... Or was she? Possible that she was even more taken by lust than me, and just reeling into my attentions, feeling divided between her love for Riccardo and her hots for me? Was I responsible of this double defeat of a good friend of mine? I will never know. I will never know, because I never asked her. I never spoke to her about us. I never courted her openly; I never opened myself to her... This was my lesson, which I never forgot. If it's just sex, let it be. But if you care for somebody, you should always talk together, and come to know each other, possibly before bedding her. There is a major difference between fucking a body and making love to a woman. I got my chances to talk to Silvia years later, but we never spoke about what happened: it was too late I suppose, for us to be more than bodies to fuck. Yes, we had sex together again, much later, but nothing serious... We remained friends, as long as we managed to stay in contact. She postponed the wedding with Riccardo due to her lost year, but she finally did manage to pass the exam, and I was there, on leave from the Academy, to see her strike back. They eventually got married, but it lasted a few years only, and when I found her back on my leave home before Somalia in 1992, she was freshly divorced, the first divorcee of our class, and the owner of an estate agency in our town. A rather successful businesswoman, still sexually very active with strongly built hunks... And occasionally with me. But this is another story. And, of course, yes: the European nations did eventually deploy the Euromissiles, which led the Superpowers to the INF Treaty, which humiliated the Communist regime in USSR, and ultimately led to the collapse of the Soviet Union.