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She's A student, Young And Active!
CARINA


WARNING: English is NOT my first language – I have learned it in school and practiced it a lot in trading, but this is (even though pornographic) supposed to be literature.
So please bear with me, or, if not, just read something else.
I also need to mention that the story is true, depicting my personal memory.
I cannot take it anymore...
Everybody is talking about skiing...
It so happens that I am very familiar with sports, generally speaking – I love to practice, not just sit in front of a TV and watch, while drinking some beers...
Still, in spite of the fact that I've been so many times at the mountains, I have never skied.
I talk with an office mate, who happens to be really good at it, somewhat fifteen years older than me, who gives me all the info that I need to buy what I need – furthermore, he offers to come with me, so that he can make the choices for me.
There we are, buying all the equipment, so that the next day we are on the train, up to the mountains...


Walt, my office mate, is accompanying me, together with some dozen of other people from the institute.
The atmosphere on the train is great – we are colleagues, we know each other, and we share some bottles of booze...
Walt is completely against alcohol consumption, so that, after I take a glass of vodka, he just tells me:
“Ovid, if you really want to ski, not only show your brand new gear off, you DON'T drink anymore, or I'll just let you do whatever you like, but I'll be out of the scheme...
Walt doesn't joke, in fact, I'm not really sure if he knows how to joke – therefore, I have to quit drinking, and just sit on the chair in the train, like a log...
I need a smoke, so that I just ask Walt:
“I hope that the restrictions do not extend towards cigarettes, too – OK?”
“Your suicidal attitude is quite well known by me, and not only – it's a pity that you smoke, but, since this bad habit is a must for you, I just won't take it into consideration”...


I get out from the compartment, leaving Walt with his philosophy, and light a cigarette.
From the compartment next to us, comes out a beautiful blond face, with wonderful blue eyes, and a short, somewhat boyish haircut...
She's also wearing a skiing suit, so that I cannot see much of her boobs and, or, ass...
Actually, I can only remark her head, the rest of her body being well hidden by the darn costume.
Her lighter is making her some problems, so that I just oblige, and offer her a light.
“Thank you” That's all that she says, before clinging to the bar protecting the window, and looking away, outside the window...
She clearly doesn't feel like chatting, or, better said, she's clearly showing me that she doesn't want to let herself hooked – this is, in fact, the answer to my look when I've helped her lighting the cigarette of hers...


Two colleagues of mine get out from the compartment, laughing and being real noisy – honestly, I'm just wondering if today they will be skiing at all, or just check into their room and do what the rabbits like so much, and not only...
He's married, but she's not, and it seems that his marital status does not bother her at all – they are well known as being lovers, for ages, by now...
Anyway, who am I to talk about it? Surely the personnel of the camping in the neighborhood of the institute would be much more qualified to talk about it...
The only real problem is that the bastard already has two kids with his wife, but, as we've heard, he does not neglect his duties as a husband and father... So be it! What the heck?!?


I just cannot keep quiet, so that I make a remark:
“So, Harry, why didn't you bring your older brat over here? I've heard that you are great at skiing. You could teach him!”...
He looks at me, his eyes clearly reproaching me for reminding him about his kid...
“My kids also do have a mother, and she's been preparing all the week evenings some costumes, since today they are supposed to show off on a stage, at the kindergarten”...
Linda, his lover, looks at me with killing eyes:
“I think you better take care – you can never tell, at skiing when you break some limp”...
I can clearly hear the blond girl beside me giggling in a muffled manner...
Linda continues: “Anyway, as I can see, it seems that this morning your Don Juan attitude doesn't help you... Fortunately, some girls still know to make a difference between... you know what!”...
It is, by now clear, that Linda has abused the booze...
I am already nervous, but, still, she's my colleague:
“All right, Linda, it's enough!”
The blond girl enters her compartment in a hurry, to say so...
The conversation is over.


The ski slope is wonderful.
I am fully equipped, and Walt is giving me some directions – what to do, how to do, and so on...
It so happens that the beginners slope is at the end of the normal slope.
Two times I see the blond beauty from the train passing me by, on her way to the cabin.
Walt has gone to ski, long time ago, so that I am alone, and really tired of sliding thirty meters, than back, with so much efforts...
I am a grown up, an adult, surrounded by kids...
I cannot take it anymore...
The moment Walt arrives, I just tell him that I want to go up, on the real slope.
He simply says:
“Ovid, are you crazy?”
“No, Walt, I'm determined to get started with this bloody skiing”...
“Well, in that case, shouldn't we first make a call for an ambulance? Just in case!”...
“Walt, with you, or without your help, I shall be going on the real slope – got it?”
I look at him, and he knows, from my looks, that I am not joking...
He thinks a little, than says to me:
“Well, since you are so well trained – he knows about my training in Karate – I believe that you will be able to deal with the falls that you'll have to endure”...


To make a long story short, I can tell you that I have fallen ONE HUNDRED AND SEVENTY FIVE times!...


I was completely wet, the costume thoroughly wet, but I was still alive, with all my limps at their place...


After I've reached the end of the slope, I've just told Walt to mind his business, since I just intend to repeat the experience.
I don't know if my voice, attitude, or just his determination to enjoy the wonderful day, makes him say good bye, and go towards the cabin cue...
I reach there, and start again.
This time, I only have to count seventy five falls...
I finally reach at the end of the slope, and take off my skis...
I enter the restaurant, take a seat, and check if my back is still operational...
I ask for a large bowl with boiled tzuica (a national booze) and a bowl with soup...
I don't finish ordering, when the blond beauty from the train comes and, without asking, takes a seat in front of me, at my table.
She's very open, shining, and communicative:
“ Hi! I'm Carina! And you are?...”
I look at her, surprised:
“Hi, I'm Ovid”...
She smiles at me than continues:
“Yeah, I know, apart from your name, the suicidal guy on the slope!”...
I look at her in a serious manner:
“Why do you say that?!?”
“Well, mister, you owe me at least a cup of tzuica! You have, practically, ruined my day!”
I'm amazed...
“Why do you say that?!?”
She composes herself, and shoots:
“I have seen your friend taking care of you on the slope, but, when I've seen that he has given up watching you, I just couldn't help but watching over you, from a distance...”
I cannot help but say:
“Gosh! You were, if I may say so, my guardian angel!”...
She's just smiling:
“It so happens that I know the chief of the people who are supposed to save you, in case you have an accident on the slope – and I was so ready to go and give him a call”...
I look at her, smiling:
“And, if I may say so, do you regret that it has happened nothing?”
She's confused:
“What do you mean?”...
“Well, maybe you just needed a reason to call him... Big guy, probably, good looking, and so on!”...
She jumps on her feet, and starts going I don't know where...
“Hey! Hey! Hey! I was joking! Really!”
She stops, turns around, and slowly gets closer to the table...
I stand up, and we shake hands – We make peace.


After I promise that I won't make any stupid jokes, as I personally describe them, she finally accepts to take back her seat...
She's a student at medicine, therefore, I realize her concern about me...
I tell her about my skiing experience, about the fact that I hate having to leave in the evening, and she, as a good girl, tells me that if I really want to stay, for a day or two, she can try to arrange...


We take our gear, and go to a villa – the room is great, the bed is great, so that I just give the money that I'm supposed to give – no official papers – and... invite Carina to a restaurant in the neighborhood...
The food we order is exquisite, the beverages are the same, so that we really have a great time...
When we are almost ready, Carina looks sad...
“What is it?”
She still looks somewhat sad...
“I really wish I could also stay, but, unfortunately, I'm not prepared at all – no pajamas, no toothpaste, no nothing! I was prepared for only a one day trip!”...
I just say:
“The real problem is the toothpaste and the tooth brushes - in rest, what the heck?!?”
We just go and I buy a tube of toothpaste, and two toothbrushes.
Carina is startled:
“Why only one toothpaste?!?”
“Cause you are going to share the room, the bed, and everything else with me!”
She looks at me, with bewilderment in her eyes:
“And... what makes you think that I would accept such a proposal?!?”
“That's quite simple! You're a grown up woman, and you know what you want! Really!”
“Well, I don't know! Really!”
“Really! What don't you know?!? Can't you see that I'm ready to do whatever it takes to have you?!?”...
She bursts into laughter:
“It is really clear that you're joking! You buy some toothpaste and claim that you do I don't know what heroic act, without doing, in fact, the most simple, but essential thing!”...
Honestly, I'm amazed and bewildered...
We are in front of the shop where we've bought the toothpaste and things – the street is large, but somewhat empty...
I just grab Carina by her shoulders, and, real startled and quite angry, look into her eyes:
“What is it? Tell me!”
She just melts:
“Kiss me!”...
It's my turn to get melted! I just embrace her and start kissing her in a frenzy...
She stops me for a second:
“Now, that you kiss me, you are not supposed to stop until someone passes us by!”...
I have nothing against it, I really don't! Therefore, we stay embraced and kissing at least for half an hour! As I've mentioned, the street is somewhat deserted. Finally, a pair of young folks comes and enters the shop. We're done, but still have time to see that the two young ladies that were selling inside the shop, are at the windows, admiring our performance...
We just burst into laughter and move away...


Our lips are injected with blood, we've really performed something great...
We reach the villa, enter my room, and see that the concierge has arranged the stove to the max...
I shut the window and lock the door - we are marooned on an island of peace...
Her skiing suit just slides down, letting me see her wonderfully beautiful boobs, ready to be eaten and worshiped.
Her nipples are just like soldiers, expecting the order to jump – my hungry mouth is full...
I'm ready to eat every single bit of this beauty...
And she's not the passive kind! She pushes me away and jumps away from her skiing suit, and all the rest of her underwear...
I get the point and, in just seconds, let her see me as my mother has delivered me on this planet, a few decades ago...
Her mouth is full with my tongue, trying to reach her throat, which, of course, is not possible.
I'm crazy, my embrace is strong and fierce.
I really need to bite this woman, but I just need to find the right place – the neck can be seen, and, even if I'm wild now, at the back of my mind, I do remember that we do live in a civilized world...
Finally, I choose her inner thighs. She jumps and shouts like crazy, but I just go from left to right, and return...
She's forcibly pulling my hair, yelling and saying that I'm killing her. She, in spite of the real pain, enjoys the treat...
I forcibly introduce two fingers inside her vagina, while my thumb is taking care, merciless, of her clitoris.
She's pushing her waist against my thumb as if it is the end of the world...
Her orgasm comes in seconds...
“Aaaaahhhh! Oooohhhhh! Whaaaaw! Wheeeeew! Shiiiiit! Hiiiiit it! Let me have it all! Doooooo it to me!...
My dick is uncontrollably hard, oozing precum and searching for a hole to jump in...
I cannot even feel the soles of her feet on my chest – I just enter her, hard and merciless, while she accepts me and lets me go deep, deep inside, until she cannot take it anymore and yells:

“Shit! You're ripping me inside there! You are so big and hard! Do me! Take me! Kill me! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck me! Come on! Don't stop! Just do it!”...
I keep on banging her, with no mercy, for more than half an hour...
Suddenly, she grabs me by my hair: “Stop!”
Than she leaves me on the bed, and goes and starts searching inside the bag of things she's bought from the shop – she brings a plastic little bottle of lemon juice – she quickly unseals it, than sticks it deep down inside her vagina, and squeezes it a little.
“Now, big boy, fill me!”

I get in, and start pumping. She receives me, welcomes me with her legs surrounding my ass, than she tells me:
“Now, you can let your fucking jizz fill me, deep down there!”
“Keep on! Keep on! Keep on! Kick me! Kick me! Hold me tight! I'm cumming! I'm cumming haaaaaaard! Hold me! Take me! Don't let me gooooooo! Hit me there! Hit me! Gosh! You're so goooood!”...
I cannot keep it anymore – I just push and let go...

She's milking me, it's clear that she's orgasmed again, together with me...
We rest together, until my dick slides out, naturally, limp and used.


Now, we really have a problem, since the bath is on the hall, so that we're supposed to get dressed to reach there.
Furthermore, I have forgotten to buy any serviettes, or napkins...
It's shitty, but the sex was just great!
Carina reaches for her purse and takes a cotton pad...
So, the problem is, somewhat, solved...
We have nothing – no pajamas, no wrappers, no nothing...


She looks at my dick insistingly:
“Let me clean you!”
Suddenly, she's on her knees, and with her mouth full of dick – my dick!
She stops for a moment:
“You cannot even dream what a great combination can be the mix of jizz with lemon juice!”...
Gosh! I'm game! Hard as a rock again digging deep into Carina's throat.
She gags, turns me away, and says:
“Give it back to me, down there! I may be dirty, but it's our dirt!”...
I'm in! Carina sighs in somewhat pain and desperation. My pelvis is pressing hers, and I'm sure that her clitoris is just happy...
I start humping her, while she's giving me shouts like:
“Yes! Yes! Do me! Take me! Yes! Hold me! Kick me! Pump me! Don't let me go! Hold me tight! Pump me! Kick me! Kiiiiilllll me!”
She orgasms, once, twice, thrice!
She suddenly grasps my shoulders:
“Don't you dare spread your jizz inside me, down there! I want to taste you, eat you, drink you!”...
It doesn't take me more than five minutes, until I feel it coming again...
“Baby, I'm close, almost done!”
She jumps – takes the bottle with lemon juice at hand and starts jerking me – I'm almost there – I let her know.
She just squeezes a little juice from the bottle inside her mouth, than takes the dick in.
Her tongue is making wonders – I just let my jizz flow...
She keeps me in, until I'm limp again...
Than, she desperately looks around: “Now I really need to take a shower!”...


Finally, what the heck? I just take a blanket from the bed, and cover Carina's body. Than I check the wardrobe, find another one, and cover my body.
“Now, sweetie, let's go!”
The shower is fantastic. No flexible hose, the water coming only from above, the locking system of the door, broken...
The only good thing is that the water can be made to be hot – real hot!
We don't have any soap, any shampoo, anything at all...
We stay in the shower for more than an hour, caressing each other's bodies only with our palms...
Just water and friction...
Carina isn't happy at all:
“Tomorrow we are back at Bucharest!”
Who am I to say no?!?


It isn't yet eleven o'clock in the morning, when we're already at my apartment – at five o'clock in the morning we were giving the key of our room to the concierge - with Carina anxious to take a real shower – she kindly asks me to let her have the shower alone, so that I just sit on the arm chair and treat myself with a glass of whiskey.


After she finishes, Carina comes into the room, gets on her knees in front of my chair, and starts sucking my dick – she's great at it, and, since she really insists, after ten minutes or so, I just let my jizz fill her mouth...
I than insist to take her with me into the bath tub – I let the water flow, and, after the water level is above her pussy, I just stop the water and unscrew the handle. Than, I turn the water back on, and point the jet of the water towards Carina's pussy.
“Oh! Shit! What is this?!? Shit! God! Shit! Oooooooooh! Gosh! Oviiiiid! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh! Gooooood! Shiiiiiiit! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! This is it! Yeahhhhhh! Gosh! I'm finiiiiiiiished!”
After she finishes orgasming, she just starts laughing:
“Well, Ovid, knowing this, now, I don't think I need a man anymore!”...
I just smile, and screw back the handle to the hose...
Than I embrace her, kiss her passionately, and just tell her:
“You may be right, you may not need a man, but this man needs to fuck you, and, if you don't mind, I'd like to explore your arse”...
She tenses:
“Wheew! I've only been done there once, and I've been forced when did it”...
She than looks into my eyes:
“Are you gonna force me?”...
I look at her, and hold her tight:
“And... did you like it?”
She smiles a little, smirks, than says:
“I admit that I do like some pain, but... not that pain!”...
I say nothing further – I just lead her out of the tub and from the bathroom...


We are on the bed – Carina's been riding me for more than an hour, having several orgasms, when I just stop her, push her up a little, take my dick with one hand, and aim it's head towards her arse.
When she feels it over there, she jumps:
“I've thought that I've told you already about this”...
“Yeah, but this time, I just want you to try it yourself, at your free will”...
“...I'm afraid!”...
“Just do it!”...
It takes her more than ten minutes until she decides to stick it in, but, when she does, she suddenly starts shivering – orgasm after orgasm – she's full of perspiration and she just sighs...
I make her raise, turn her over, on her fours, than stick my dick back, deep, up her ass.
She has another orgasm, while I just let my jizz fill her...
Than I just make her lay on a side, and we stay like that, embraced, even after my dick is long gone out of her arse...
From time to time, I just kiss her shoulder, lick it, bite it a little...
We go back at the shower, and she spends more than half of an hour in the tub...
“Now, Ovid, after using and abusing me for so long and in so many pleasant ways, will you please take me to the dorm, so that I can get rid of this skiing gear?”
I look at her and smile:
“Carina dear, if it would be only after me, I would just keep you here, for an unlimited time, letting you wear nothing but some cotton tiny little patches during your periods”...
She bursts in laughter:
“Don't tempt me! Here I've got good music, good food, drinks, no need to learn”...
I also start laughing and get dressed.
Since she's got the skis, we can only take a bus.


We are welcomed by her three room mates, to my surprise, one more beautiful than the other.
It's clear that they aren't only room mates, but also friends, since one of them is immediately digging in a corner for some tzuica, (as I've described, a traditional Romanian spirit drink) and starts the electrical stove to boil it...
They are all coming from the Sibiu area, and two of them are from the same village...
After the booze is boiled, one of the girls takes a large cup and disappears, downstairs, to the doorman...
You might know, or not, but I'm not supposed, as a man, to be here, in the girl's dorm...
After half an hour of conversation, about only God can tell what, we hear a knock at the door, and the doorman enters, discreetly and politely, asking, with the cup I his hand, for a refill...
I sense it's time to go...
“Ladies, whenever you feel like it, my home is your home! You are always welcome!”
The reply is sharp:
“Why? Isn't Carina enough for you?!? Do you need some more, or some variation?”
They all look somewhere else, but burst into laughter...
I accompany them, and jokingly say:
“Probably my ancestors were Turks, so that I probably have the habits to have a harem. The only problem is to have the money to maintain it!”...
Carina comes and saves me, kissing my forehead first:
“You take care of us as you do, and let us worry about the maintenance!”...
Shit! It took me some time before I found out that her family was one of the richest in the area were she came from...


…....................
I cannot tell if you enjoy, or not, to read these memories of mine – if your reaction will be positive, I shall continue...
TO BE CONTINUED (or not, depending on the readers)
4 comments

anonymous readerReport

2012-12-21 17:51:38
I liked your dialogue work, though you may want to spend a little more time on the sex. If all you can say about a 10 minute blowjob is that she sucked his dick for 10 minutes, it may as well have not even happened. That said do not be discouraged, your conversation style was quite good.

anonymous readerReport

2012-12-18 23:22:18
For an ESL, you seem pretty damn good, especially compared to some of the ESLs I've seen in college. Although, if I were to be honest, you need to work on formatting (i.e.: paragraph and sentence spacing a.k.a. put blank lines between all your paragraphs; come up with your own line break if you have to).

As for your actual stories, they've got really good content and you control pace well enough. If you plan on staying at this kind of level, I can't find any real flaws in your writing, so good job on that too. All in all, I hope to see you more and more.

anonymous readerReport

2012-12-18 20:30:48
I quite enjoy your stories and encourage you to continue!!! Now that you've stated in your header that English is your second language, hopefully the readers will be more receptive.

anonymous readerReport

2012-12-18 19:47:10
Any 13-15 year old girls text me at (772) 360-1896

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