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Introduction:

A sweet and, somewhat, really lucky girl...
ARETHA

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.
All the names and/or places may have been changed, due to privacy reasons.

I'm on the verge of kicking some ass...
It's a summer day, at noon, when most people are either at work, either at home, resting, when I see the following scene, right across the boulevard.

On the wall, not in a cabin, there is, installed, a public telephone.
A young girl, I cannot tell her age from this distance, is approaching it, takes the handle, inserts a coin, than, while trying to dial, from a group of three jerks, one of them goes forward, right behind the girl, and flexes his knees towards the back of her knees, making them involuntarily flex too, so that her ass falls directly on his awaiting dick.

It's a foolish dirty trick that some punks use here, but... not on the streets, to unknown persons...

All the jerks start laughing, in cascades, and, the moment the girl turns toward her assailant, he just grabs her by her neck, forcing her to bend and puts her face on his jeans, mimicking face fucking her.

Than, he just pushes her hard towards the wall, making her hit, with her shoulder, the telephone, which, it so happens that is all covered in a metal case...

As if it isn't enough, the guy pinches her by the breast and than slaps her.
Fortunately, that is the last thing that he manages to do to her, since my leg is already between his ass cheeks, making him jump and go towards the wall.

I haven't played too much football, but, please believe me, I know how to hit an ass hole...
I immediately turn towards the other two jerks, but the distance of a few meters and the speed with which they turn around and run away, make me turn back to my football “ball”...

He's already running away, but I still manage to reach him, and place a new hit, with my foot, right above his heel, making him lose his balance and fall, face down, horribly scratching his hands and his nose on the asphalt.

He jumps up, looking terrified towards me, and, when he sees that I'm approaching him again, he falls on his knees and starts yelling:
“Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh” Ooooooooooooohhhhhhhh! Heeeeeeelp! He wants to kiiiiiiill me!”
He is crying, literally...

I'm not in the mood to have to go to the militia, give explanations, do some hand writing, and so on, so that I simply turn around, grab the girl by her arm, not before putting the handle of the telephone back on it's cradle, and gone we are...

It so happens that I am in my neighborhood, so that I know well all the streets, entrances, halls, and so on, including blocks of flats with two entries, one in front and the other in the back.

We've just approached the entrance of such a block, and I almost forcibly rush the girl to get inside it, than hurriedly exit the other way...

I only stop after we arrive at a terrace, make her sit, and ask the waitress for two mineral waters...
It so happens that the waitress knows me, since it's not the first time when I come here, so that she immediately brings two bottles, half a liter each, real cold...

She looks at the girl, who isn't in her best shape, than at me.
I explain to her, in a low voice, that the girl has been assaulted by some punks...

Hearing this, she immediately takes the girl by her hand:
“Come with me, dear, you need a little refreshment”...

In less than ten minutes, she brings back a much better looking girl, with combed hair and tears washed away from her face, with her yellow blouse beautifully aligned with her beige skirt...
The waitress smiles at me:
“Here, hero, she's all yours!”
Than she whispers to me:
“I'm only sorry that I haven't had the chance to witness how you've kicked that bastard's ass!”

She turns to leave, but suddenly, as if she has remembered something, she turns around, coming back at our table:
“Now, sir, let me introduce to you Aretha, she's barely nineteen, in her first year of studies at the faculty of philology, and the reason she was trying to use the public phone, was to find out if her aunt, who so happens to live in the neighborhood, is, or isn't at home, since she wanted to pay her a visit.
By the way, Aretha, when you're done here, before you leave, let me take you back and give you the chance to make that call from here”.

Aretha smiles, showing me not only that she's got a beautiful light brown hair and a nice pair of green eyes, but also some exquisitely white perfect teeth.
She thanks the lady, who, while leaving, tells me:
“Now, sir, I shall just let you introduce yourself to this nice young lady.
Good luck!”
She winks at me, and leaves us alone – finally!

Honestly, I don't know what we would have done without this nice lady's help...

I introduce myself, tell her what I do, I also tell her that I live in the neighborhood, so that I ask about her aunt, where she lives, to find out that her aunt lives just a block away from the place where she's got into trouble...

I keep reassuring her, telling her that this was the first time in my life when I've seen the faces of those jerks, so that, most probably, they are not living in the area, and, further more, after today's experience, they will avoid to show their faces around here, again...

She's still slightly trembling, so that I encourage her to drink some more water.
Practically, she needs to hold the glass with both hands, making me tremble too, regretting that, at the last moment, I have changed my mind and didn't hit that bastard's diaphragm, to make him stop yelling and breathing for a while...

After half an hour, I ask the waitress for the bill, but she refuses, telling me that it's on the house...
Than, she takes Aretha to the telephone of the restaurant.

Her aunt is at home, expecting her now, so that Aretha kindly asks me to join her, and let her introduce me to her aunt.
Gosh! It's becoming a family thing!
I accept, so that we go at her aunt's.

I won't describe here the mixture of desperation, fear, than satisfaction.
Practically, the old lady jumps from her chair, comes to me and kisses me on both my cheeks.
Gosh! I blush! And I am twenty three already!...

We stay there for almost two hours, being served with various cookies, juices, and so on...
When we are getting ready to leave, her aunt asks me kindly to take Aretha to the nearest taxi station, and not leave her alone before I see her getting into one, and safe...

I decide to do more than that. I accompany Aretha at her rented apartment, where she introduces me to Samantha, her room mate.
I have forgotten to mention that Aretha is not from Bucharest, her parents living quite far away from here, but she was the one who has insisted to come to the faculty at Bucharest, since she knew that it was the best available...

Here, again, I have to sit and wait until Aretha tells Samantha the whole story.
Samantha looks at me:
“It's true that you are very good looking and clearly solid, but... three guys?!?
You must be very courageous!”...

I simply smile at her:
“And very well trained, almost on daily basis”...
Than I feel the need to add:
“Now, actually, as you've heard already, I've had to deal with only one of them...
It's a psychological thing...
When you deal with a gang, you need to attack and beat their leader.
If you manage to do that, than, usually, the rest try to salvage their asses”...

Samantha looks at me, interested, than asks:
“Is there any possibility that we, girls, could get some training here?”

I smile:
“Yes, it is, and, in fact, very close to your faculty – just across the road, in the basement of the faculty of Architecture – you'll only have to go and see their training schedule for beginners, and see if they still have places available”...

Samantha goes to the telephone, takes the agenda, and asks me for my telephone number, that she rips a sheet of paper from the back of the agenda and writes their number on it.

“It's been a real pleasure meeting you, Ovid, not to mention what a huge luck for Aretha!”...

I say good bye to the girls, and leave.

After two weeks or so, when the incident has almost been erased from my mind, I receive a call on a Friday evening.

It's a very enthusiastic Aretha, who's telling me that both Samantha and herself have started the training, and then, that she would love to see me on Sunday, before noon, in the park, together with Samantha and her boyfriend...

I giggle:
“Aretha! This sounds like a date proposition!”
“Yes it is!”
“Whaw!”
“And, this time, I won't be shy, or forget to kiss you, at least on both your cheeks, as my aunt has done!”
We are both laughing, than arrange to see each other in the park, at a certain terrace, at ten sharp.

At two minutes to ten, I'm there, and see Aretha practically jumping from the table, flying towards me, and embracing me, while she seals her lips to mine.
I'm startled at first, but I quickly recover, embrace her, and make my tongue part her lips...
After less than a minute, the decency makes me stop, since I've already seen some parents with their kids.
I just mention:
“The kids”...
I take Aretha by the hand and we go to the table where Samantha is enthusiastically applauding, while her boyfriend raises and shakes hands with me, introducing himself as Gerald.

Samantha is very talkative, explaining how she has reproached Aretha all this time that she hasn't even kissed me as a thank you, especially since I am such a good looking guy, and she's got no boyfriend, neither at Bucharest, nor at her parent's home...

Gosh! If I'm not attentive with Samantha's maneuvers, I may very well reach in front of the marital officer in no time!...
I'm desperately trying to find a way to change the subject, politely, so that I ask them about their training...

They are enthusiastic, telling me that they have already learned how to use their fists, and some hits with their legs...
It seems that I need to put some reasoning into their too hot minds, explaining to them that most beginners tend to think just like them, and that, in fact, to reach the level when they can engage into a fight, for real, takes a lot of time, work and perspiration. Also, they must not exclude some pain from the equation...

I also explain to them that very many people, no matter if males or females, after only three months, get tired, and usually give up, considering that they do have better things to do, instead of repeating some moves, again, and again, and again...

Samantha is stubbornly looking at me:
“Ovid, if this will happen to me, I kindly ask you, from right this moment, in front of these two witnesses, to slap my face on both my chicks, than kick my ass!... Of course, not as hard as you've kicked the ass of that punk!”... They all burst into laughter, but I just smile...

Gosh, I need to change the subject again, so that I ask them if they like music, what kind, and so on, than I tell them about my collection of hi-fi music...
They all seem to be enthusiastic about it, than they beg me to let them come and visit my place.
“No problem! Any time you want!”
The answer comes sharp:
“What about today, after we take a stroll in the park?”
“Well, when I say any time, it really means any time, so that all I can add is that you are welcome!”

At one o'clock we are already entering my apartment, and by three I'm almost tired of how many records and tapes I've had to put, than change, since Samantha proves to be a real pain in the ass...
She wants to hear this, than, seeing in the catalog something else, she wants to listen to that something else, and so on.
Her boyfriend probably senses that too much is somewhat too much, and whispers something to her.
Suddenly, she smiles, than whispers back something to him.

Honestly, I feel irritated by this sort of secrecy, right in my apartment, and I just hope that it doesn't show on my face...
Instead of stopping, Samantha goes towards Aretha and also whispers some words into her ear, than, makes a sign, and her boyfriend raises, coming to me and shaking my hand, thanking me for all and blah, blah...

Samantha comes to me, kisses me on both my cheeks, than tells me that she and her boyfriend will be leaving now, asking me to take good care of her friend, Aretha, who so happens, from her point of view, to be a little bit too shy...

She than winks at me, and turns towards Aretha:
“Now, remember! Be a good girl, see how you behave with Ovid, don't make him kick your ass away from here, unless you are prepared to take a looooong walk on the streets! If I catch you coming at home one minute before eleven, I'll just break your legs!”...
She than goes towards the door, but turns back:
“And, if you get into I don't know what, and you decide to do not come home at all tonight, all that I require is that you give me a call!”

Aretha is absolutely blushing, and, to be honest, even I feel, somewhat, like blushing...
I'm just wondering what is her boyfriend's life with this so direct and determined girl...
She's a born leader and definitely a pain in the ass!...

After I follow them and shut the door and lock it, I come into the room, and I try to make myself busy, taking away the used glasses of the two, some leftovers from some crackers, and go to the kitchen.
I simply need some time to let Aretha come back into a normal state...
I start preparing some coffee, than put the two cups on a tray and bring it in my room, where Aretha keeps on sitting on her arm chair, like a little mouse, in front of the cat...
I smile at her:
“Aretha, you don't need to worry!
Samantha cannot, and will not lead our lives...
Look, if you want, after we drink this coffee, you can call your aunt and we can go and pay her a visit.
What do you say?”
… “Nnnno, I cannot do that... If my aunt sees me with you again, she will surely call my mother, than my mother will be calling me, asking me a bunch on interminable questions, than, most probably, she will remember that she has some business to attend at Bucharest, will insist to meet you, and so on! Only complications!”...

“I see”...
I take the catalogs from the bed, arrange them in a pile, and put them at the place where they've originally been, before Samantha's arrival...
Now I feel the need to be mean, a little, so that I ask Aretha:
“Is Samantha doing, at your place, the same, spreading the things and leaving them like that?”
Aretha giggles:
“It's the main reason for our daily fights!”...

I've finally managed to find something to make Aretha start talking – it takes her more than twenty minutes to explain to me, in detail, how this, how that, and so on...
Gosh, I didn't know that I have touched such a sensible subject, furthermore, I'm not really interested how they are doing their laundry and stuff...

Anyway, Aretha is relaxed now, so that I consider it a good moment to break the ice.
I take her by her hand, make her come closer to me, than tell her:
“Now, let's continue what we've so abruptly interrupted in the park, due to the kids around”...
I don't give her time to answer, I embrace her and start parting her lips with my tongue...

Finally, I think that Samantha is, somewhat, right.
This woman is, a little bit, too shy...

After about five minutes, I take a seat on my arm chair, than make Aretha sit on my lap.
Than, I continue kissing her.
Gosh! It takes her more than a quarter of an hour before she timidly starts to meet my tongue with hers...
And I was almost close to believe that this girl simply doesn't know how to kiss...

Suddenly, a question strikes me: what if she is still a virgin?
Thinking a bit harder, I realize that Samantha, with her style, surely would have had found a way to give me that info...
Finally, I stop kissing her, than help her raise, than go, stop the music, put some ambient, than I tell Aretha that I need to talk with her.

She looks at me, somewhat surprised, but she's clearly only eyes and ears...
I start explaining to her that the fact that I've saved her ass from those bastards, surely makes her owe to me one, but... not sexually.
I explain that I do feel attracted to her, but I wouldn't do a single move, unless she also feels attracted to me, and, again, I underline: sexually.

I also tell her that I do not have a permanent girlfriend, that I've had, in the past, but this doesn't automatically transform me into a monk, since I do have a few fuck buddies, who visit me from time to time, or I pay them visits.

I also explain that kissing her was a pleasure, especially close to the end, when she has opened a little, becoming more... active.
Anyway, if she doesn't feel like it, that was our last kiss, since I shall never ask her to do something that she doesn't want to do...

Furthermore, let alone Samantha's ideas, if she doesn't feel right to be here, in my house, alone with me, we can always go to some movie, a terrace, or simply take a stroll in a park, or just visit some streets downtown.
Whatever she wishes!

Suddenly, Aretha stands up, comes towards, me, trembling a little, and simply tells me:
“Come! Take me in your arms and kiss me!”...

I simply do as I'm told, but, this time, Aretha is somewhat different.
She proves to me that, in fact, she knows how to kiss, even be a little aggressive, if I may describe so the way she fills my mouth with her tongue, looking for mine...
I gently lead her towards the bed, and help her lay on it, while we're still having our lips sealed.

I gently dare to put my palm on her breast, making her shiver a little.
She doesn't stop me, while I start feeling in the middle of my palm the nipple that starts protruding through the thin fabric of her bra, and also through her blouse.
I keep on caressing her, than, all of a sudden, I stop the kissing, but immediately start licking her neck.

Gosh! It seems that I've found a very sensitive spot, since she's trembling, while her hands start caressing my back and my hair...
I take advantage of the opportunity, to start unbuttoning her blouse.
She takes a hand from my back – now, this is it! I've probably crossed the line. She shall now stop me...

I may be experienced, as I claim and I know that I am, but, to my surprise, after I finish unbuttoning her second button, I realize that the rest have already been unbuttoned!
She than suddenly raises, sitting on the edge of my bed and... takes off her blouse, than her bra, than stands up and starts taking off her skirt...

After I recover from the shock, I do realize that I'm wasting precious time, so that I strip too.
She than goes at the window, and makes the blinds dim the light coming from outside, than she jumps back to bed, obviously avoiding to look at my dick.
As soon as she reaches in bed, she quickly takes off her panties, and throws them on the rest of the clothes...

The room is dark, but not THAT dark, so that I can see her beautiful erect nipples.
I suck them, one by one, than back to her neck, while she starts, again, caressing my back and my hair...
Something is pressing my mind...
You know what they say: “Curiosity killed the cat”...
I don't want to put her in shock, or feel embarrassed, or something, so that I start veeeery careful:

“Now, Aretha, since we are so intimate now, may I ask you a very, but very intimate question?
Anyway, if you agree to listen to my question, this does not imply, by all means, that you need to answer my question if you don't want to”...

Gosh! This is almost as an introduction to a conference!...
She looks at me, in the very dim light, but I can see that she nods:

“OK, than, can you please tell me when was the last time when you've made love?”
She keeps the silence for almost a minute, than, somewhat trembling again:
… “And, if I tell you, will you promise that you shall not laugh in my face?”...
It's my turn to be somewhat annoyed:
… “And... what could you say to me that it would be so funny?!?”...
Her reply comes immediately:
“Two, I repeat! Two years!”...

I cannot say more than:
“Oh my God!”
Than I start kissing her again, licking her neck, sucking her nipples, while my hand starts gently to caress her belly, her pubes, than, reaching at her labia, I part them a little, aiming her clitoris.
The moment I touch it, she jumps.
Needless to say that she's already wet down there...
I insist caressing her down there, than, after some time, I part her legs with my hand a little more, and start digging with my middle finger towards her vaginal entrance.

She suddenly takes me in her arms, trying to make me get above her.
I get the idea, she's not into the prelude thing, at least not for now, so that I part her legs and let my throbbing dick, with the head coated already with lots of precum, search for her velvet like entrance...

Although she's wet already, I cannot stop myself thinking that two years are two years, so that I take it easy, veeeery easy, letting first only my dick head stretch her.
I than get back to sucking her nipples, kissing her mouth, while I feel how she pushes my ass to get deeper inside her with the heels of her feet.
She doesn't stop embracing me with her feet, pushing my ass so that I get further in, until I can clearly feel how I'm touching her cervix, pushing it gently.

In this position, I clearly cannot get in balls deep, but my pelvis is already touching her clit, and, within seconds, she starts shivering, breathing as if she's needing some oxygen, and holding me tight, both with her hands and her feet...

It takes her more than a minute to come back to earth, especially her breathing, and, as soon as she's calmed down a bit, I start pushing, than retracting a little, than pushing again.
In less than five minutes, she's back on the peak, so that she embraces me again, holding me tight, tight, tight...
I, again, let her calm down a little, than continue, but, after a minute, I stop and reach a drawer beside the bed and take from there a napkin.
To ask this woman, after two years of abstinence, where will it be, is, from my point of view, just too much!
We'll hopefully have enough time to explore other possibilities, but, for now, I'm simply decided to let my jizz spill onto the napkin.
Aretha, seeing my moves and seeing what I've taken beside us, just pushes me a little, making me stop.
She than tells me:
“Look, ever since I've met you, Samantha has made me start getting the daily pill – her boyfriend has some connections in Hungary, and he has received lots of pills from there – he also sells them to some fellow students of his, and not only”...

Shit! These girls have had everything sooooo organized! Everything was long before planned, including details like this one... I'm almost starting to feel like a victim!
My only problem is that I cannot know what kind of pills they are, and, without being an expert, I also know that for a relative safety, it is only good to take the pill for one entire month, and only after the period let the sperm have it's journey inside the uterus, towards the eggs...

Gosh! This needs a conference, not just a few words, but not at this moment.
“Aretha, for your own safety, let me finish as I intend, than I shall make a call and ask a friend of mine, a doctor, about these pills. Do you have them with, you? Or, at least, do you know their name?”
Yes, I have them with me, and also the prospect, in German and English.
They are made in Germany”...

I suddenly remember that I do have somewhere in one of the drawers, some Japanese intra vaginal pills.
So I excuse myself – how funny it can sound to excuse yourself, for stopping in the middle of the fuck, turning on the lights and starting digging into the drawers...

Aretha turns now, looking at me with curiosity, until I manage to find the fucking box...
Than, I explain to Aretha what the pills are for, but that also we need to let it melt inside her vagina for at least ten minutes...
She frowns a little, but than tells me:
“OK! But please dim those lights”...

I switch off the lights, than go and switch on some very discreet colored lights from behind the curtains.
Than, I gently make Aretha lay on her back, and smoothly insert the pill as far as my middle finger can make it go.
Than, for additional safety, I stick my dick in, making the bloody pill go deep, deep, deepest possible.
I take away the dick from her cunt, than look at the clock on the wall...

Finally, Aretha gathers the courage, the curiosity to look at my throbbing dick.
She frowns:
“Ten minutes, you say, while you will just have to sit and wait”...
I take her in my arms:
“No, baby, we'll both have to sit and wait”
… “Yes, but, in case you... haven't noticed, I have already had two orgasms”...
“And I can only hope that you'll have the third, fourth, and so on”...
Than I kiss her forehead.

She looks back at my dick, then, somewhat shameful, asks me:
“May I touch it? I mean... I used to be good at helping my boyfriend release himself before we've started to have sex for real”...
Now, people, please show me a guy who would be denying such a proposition!

I kiss her lips, than take her hand and kiss it, than I lead it towards my dick.
She's suddenly worrying:
“Now, about this pill that you've inserted, do I have to lay on my back?”
“Oh, no, baby, just make sure that you don't start jumping”
She smiles a little, than raises herself, on her knees, right beside my still erect dick.
Her face is very close to it, so that if she bends only a little more, she can have it in her mouth...

Gosh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! My imagination goes wild!
Still, I don't want to risk to ruin anything, so that I just stay put, letting Aretha starting her hand job...
She takes the napkin, cleaning a little my dick, than, nice and easy, starts caressing my balls, while her other hand is stroking me.

I must admit that she knows what she's doing.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to remember when was the last time when I've only received a hand job, and nothing else...
Long, long, very long time ago...
Gosh, how old I can feel, being only twenty three years old...

Suddenly, as if remembering something, she asks:
“And... how long does it take until the pill you've inserted loses it's efficiency? Do you know?”
“... Err, until you go to the bathroom and wash your vaginal cavity...And you have to wash it very insistingly, since the substance tends to cling to the surface of the vagina. It's very effective...
If you don't wash, you can also use it for several times, with the same partner or with different ones”...
Than I start laughing...

Aretha looks at me seriously, than frowns:
“All that I needed to know was if we could postpone for a while the sexual contact, the substance remaining active”...
She than gets back to working my dick, this time with a little more frenzy...
As I've already mentioned, she really knows what she's doing, so that I lay my head on a pillow, close my eyes, and... enjoy...

Suddenly, I feel a completely different sensation, but very well known to me.
Gosh, I suddenly start moaning and caressing her hair with my hands, helping her get more courage, and more dick inside her... mouth.
Sensing that I encourage her, she becomes bolder, taking me deeper and deeper, licking me, sucking me...

Now I do realize exactly why she's been asking about the efficiency time of my pill...
She wants to finish me like this!
Who am I to say no?
I just turn myself on a side, helping her do the same, and let her fuck me...
In less than ten minutes, I'm done.
“Here I cum, baby, here I cum!”...
She takes away the hand from my dick, letting me go even deeper.
I take care to let her breathe, we are making love, I'm not intending to make her choke...

Gosh! She's a champ! She swallows all my sperm, without wasting a single drop...
She than jumps from the bed, runs at the bathroom, than, in two minutes she's back in bed with me, her mouth smelling strongly from the mouth water that I use...

Now, I caress her hair, smile at her, than tell her:
“Honey, unless you really feel that need, you don't have to rush to wash your mouth – I will even kiss you, without having any problems with it. Got it?”

“My ex boyfriend couldn't stand me beside him after he was ejaculating in my mouth, unless I was thoroughly washing my mouth with tons of toothpaste”...

“Well, if that is the case, I'm glad that your boyfriend is an ex!”
Than, I grab her by the back of her head, and... give her a deep long kiss.
She's practically melting in my arms, than, after a minute, she looks into my eyes:
“... Did you like it?”...
“God!... Like it?!? I simply looooooved it!”Than I kiss her again...

I stand up from the bed, light a cigarette, than pour some more whiskey in both our glasses...
She gets down from the bed, grabs her glass, and we say cheers, and... sip...

“God, what a peasant my ex boyfriend could be!”...
I briskly realize what's on her mind:
“Hey, hey, hey! Take it easy, girl! Not all the guys in Bucharest have the same views as I do!
You may even get yourself an ugly divorce, just for the fact that you are trying to suck the husband's dick!”...

She's remains silent...

While I'm admiring her boobs, I start feeling some tickling down there, and the fucking dick asks me for some action...
I raise, help Aretha get on her feet, and than make her lay on the edge of the bed, with her feet on my shoulders, and... here we are, back to business.
After ten minutes, I help Aretha get on her fours, and keep on pumping.
She trembles, shivers, even yells a little, than starts pushing back, letting me go deep...
In another ten minutes, I manage to feel my sperm pumping deep inside Aretha's cunt...

The moment I take off my dick from her cunt, she grabs the napkin, lays it on the chair, and gets a seat, lighting a cigarette, and asking me for a refill of her glass...
“Err, I do have some more bottles of whiskey, no problem, but... are you sure that you are used to drinking such a quantity?”

She suddenly jumps, switches on the strong lights, than, frowning because of the brisk intensity of the light, she gets back on her arm chair, looking me in the eye...
“Ovid, do you realize that it's been two long years without a man in my life? A man's touch, caress, kissings”...

Honestly, I don't think I can realize, so that I keep on being silent...
She suddenly starts crying... then jumps and switches off the strong lights...
“That man has been my everything, my reason to live on this planet, until one day, when, after we've made love, he has told me to get dressed and leave, for good!”...

I look at her, interrogatively...
She continues:
“He has simply told me that he cannot imagine himself getting married to a woman with such a whorish attitude!
As if, everything that I was doing to him, or letting him do to me, hasn't been started, initiated, requested by him, and those dirty magazines that he was hiding under the carpet from under the bed...

“Hmmmm... Let me please get this straight! Was he your first boyfriend?”
“... Yes, just the one and only!”...
“... And... he has asked you to caress his dick, to suck it, and than, after some time, he has convinced you to let him pop your cherry”...
“Yes!”
“And... afterwards, after some time, he has concluded that you are a whore”...
“... Yes, in a very few words, this is what has happened”...
… Did he, by any chance, have some reasons, any reason, to suspect that you might be cheating on him?”...
“Absolutely not! We are living there in a very small community, and, once the people find out that you are dating someone, they simply stay away!”...

Suddenly, I burst into laughter:
“Well, lady, please let me inform you that the fate has been very, and reeeeealy good to you!”
Than I continue:
“Just try to imagine if, in your youthful ignorance, he would have knocked you up, having to go through the ordeal of raising a kid at such an early age, with a man, or without him, of course, who would look at you and probably treat you as if you were a whore”...
I look into her eyes, take her hand and just say:
“You were lucky! Real lucky!”...

She grabs the glass and empties it...

“Now, baby, give me those pills, and let me make the call to the doctor”.
He doesn't have any info about the pills, but he also insists that the lady should take care before the first month of usage...

After finishing the call, I look, again, into Aretha's eyes:
“Now, honey, once again, you seem to be a very lucky person”...
I look at the clock.
It's already almost eleven...
“Now, be a good girl and call Samantha, tell her, eventually that your conspiracy has worked just fine, than tell her that you won't go at the faculty tomorrow, since I intend to fuck you brainless and shit...
Really, honey, two years is a reeeeeal long time, and you surely need a reward”...

She makes the call. I can hear Samantha yelling with happiness, until Aretha explains that the pills, according to the doctor that I've called, are much safer if the first month you use some kind of other additional protection, and, anyway, they shouldn't be trusted for real, until the first period...

I cannot hear Samantha's comments, but she certainly isn't as vocal as at the beginning of the conversation...
They say their good byes, and end the call.

“Now, Aretha, what would you say about a shower?”
She looks at me, than in a low voice, she asks:
“And... if I confess that I just don't feel like it?”...
“No problem! This means that the whiskey in your system is doing it's job!”...

Than I get close to her, kiss her forehead, than help her lay in the bed.
I cover us both with a sheet, embrace her, and... we go to sleep...

Actually, in spite of the fact that I was taking her to various places, events, and so on, I have never considered her as my girlfriend, and I've also explained to her that as soon as she finds a guy, if she does, I won't stay in their way, against her happiness...

She's clearly had a crush for me, but my stile, so open and direct, has convinced her that she hasn't found, in my person, the knight in the shining armor...

I also remember a small incident...
One night, way over eleven, I received a call, from a whispering Samantha, explaining to me that Aretha's ex boyfriend has arrived at Bucharest, with who knows what business, and that he has managed, somehow, to obtain the address of their apartment, and now, drunk, and pretty aggressive, he refuses to leave, saying that he will share the bed with Aretha...
I've told Samantha not to panic, since I'm on my way.

Than, I jumped from the bed, leaving there a very dear and old fuck buddy of mine...
I've explained to her the situation, in very few words, while getting dressed, and, in about three minutes I was already out from my apartment...

The guy, already drunk, was really acting like a jerk, and, when he heard that I am Aretha's new boyfriend, he just took from the back pocket of his trousers, a knife, starting to play with it, looking me in the eye, and explaining to me that he was her first, and, as long as he wants, she is and will be his...

I've then explained to him, in a very clear and loud Romanian what a jerk he's been, and, unfortunately, continues to be...
Now, what can you expect, from a stupid jerk, especially when the booze and the power inspired by a knife, drives him?...
He's made the mistake to raise from his chair, coming towards me, in a menacing manner...

In no time, his right shoulder was useless, making him lose the knife, than I took his left arm, twisting it real hard, but taking care not to break it, making him fall on his knees, than put my leg on the back of his head and made him kick the floor with his forehead, once, twice, thrice...

Than, while just pressing his face on the floor with my foot, I made him swear to God Almighty that he will never, but never put his foot in this apartment again, and if it so happens, who knows where and when, to see Aretha, he will immediately cross the street on the other side, and go away as soon as he can.

I've explained that this is also valid in his home town, since, if anything happens, I have at least ten friends of mine, looking just like me, and being trained like me, so that I would come in his town and destroy him, in that case, breaking his both arms and who knows what other ideas I may get at that moment...

I than held him, making him stand on his feet, and asked Samantha to open the door...
His final words were addressed to Aretha, telling her that he will tell her father about the incident...

Hearing this, I told him:
“Do that, and the second day you will be visited by at least three cars, filled with friends of mine, me included”...

Afterwards, I've suddenly changed my mind, and went after the jerk, caught him, and told him that I shall take him to the railway station.
I've stopped a taxi, and, when he first tried to refuse to get in, I've just twisted his arm again, and made him enter the taxi.
The driver has immediately sensed that the guy was smelling of booze, while I wasn't.
He simply asked me if I wanted him to drive the guy to the militia, but I've mentioned the railway station.

I left him there, than asked the driver to take me at my apartment, where my fuck buddy was expecting me, curios as a cat, to listen to the news...
From there, I made a call at the girls apartment, asking them to keep the door locked, and, if anything, no matter what time, to give me a call.
It seems that the jerk wasn't only a jerk, but also a fucking coward, since he never tried to contact Aretha again, and also has not tried to tell her dad who knows what...

The girls have continued with their self defense training, as promised, and, after a year or so, I am pretty sure that Aretha would have beaten the shit out of her ex, in case he would have tried something...
After some time, it so happened that I have met the lady who, at that time, I've considered to be the love of my life, my first wife.
I have met Aretha for a last good bye fuck, than cut the contacts with her.
The bloody nine months that I've been officially married, I've been faithful, and did not cheat...

After the divorce, honestly, I was so devastated, that I simply didn't want to contact, again, Aretha, and many others...

THE END
2 comments

Anonymous readerReport

2013-01-06 07:17:58
Multumesc. (Thanks)

Now, for the general public:
"Ovid esti un adevarat armasar!" means: Ovid, you're a real stud!
The man or woman who has inserted the comment, in Romanian, either has studied a lot on the internet, since the phrase is written correctly, either he/she has been helped by a Romanian.
Still, I tend to believe that the help has been given by the internet, since, in Romanian, my name is spelled a little bit different.

Generally, when I'm depicting some of my memories, I try to present the ones that are, in a way, involving some other interesting elements, facts of life, beside sex in itself.

Therefore, at least until now, I've tried to avoid describing the sooo many sexual encounters that have consisted of only a glance exchange, or something, some silly conversation, while the rest of the action was sex, and only sex...

anonymous readerReport

2013-01-05 21:27:23
Ovid esti un adevarat armasar!

I really enjoyed your reminiscences. If you have more adventures please post them.
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