Where it happened: my bed
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 8
Category: Straight
A foriegn exchange student I’ll call
Ingrid from Denmark came to my
school. Ingrid was not an
attractive girl and she spoke English
poorly. She couldn’t follow along in
class and she came across as a fat,
dumb cow. She never should have
been accepted into the program. I
tried to be nice to her because the
other kids were mean to her and
I felt we were being terribly ugly
Americans.
Her host parents were friends of
my parents and since I was nice to
her in school, I was asked to date
her. I didn’t date much because I was
(and still am) shy. I got $20 a week to
take her out on Saturday nights. She
turned out to be not that stupid and
under other circumstances she would
be an OK girl friend for some guy.
She didn’t enjoy movies because she
didn’t understand them and I don’t
dance and since nobody would dance
with her, that was out. We finally
found the local concert group, and
museums around, and amusement
parks. We got to be friends but not
any sort of romance because she
was not my type. Not that she was
so unattractive, but we had a hard
time finding things to talk about and
then having a serious conversation.
Don’t get me wrong. Several times
I took her on a hayride that this farm
had and she was warm and soft and
hugable like all females are. I hadn’t
been in love before where I had
been reciprocated. And we were ip
front with each other that the chemistry
just wasn’t there.
One day in January, Ingrid told me
she was going home because she
was was too lonely and too sad. I
felt terrible because our school
certainly dropped the ball on her visit.
I took her home and she asked if I
had ever had a girl friend and I said no.
Then she asked if I would take her to
my bed room because she had something
for me.
She kissed me and undid my belt and
reached into my trousers. I asked
what she was doing and she then
took off her clothes. I said something
about her getting pregnant and she
produced some condoms and she took
my penis into her mouth and rolled
a condom on to me. She said that she
wanted to thank me and I thought
giving me her cherry was too much of a
thank you but it wasn’t her first
time. It was mine.
I won’t go into all the close-up
pornographic details like other
stories. She did give me a very good
time and we didn’t keep track of the
time. We got caught by my mother
and Ingrid understood the words my
mother used. It was one last
unpleasant experience for Ingrid.
I went out and bought a gold heart
at Wal-Mart and took it around to
her that night. Her hosts treated us
both like dirt.
Sex with someone you love I’m guess
is better than just plain sex. I wouldn’t
know for sure. But just plain sex was
very enjoyable. I glad we took our
time. I regret getting caught. The only thing
I would do different is rent a motel
room. And sometimes it is just as
important to receive a gift as to
give one.
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