Where it happened: Her bedroom
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 4
Category: Straight
She was a fifteen year old exchange student from (I know it sounds like bullshit but bear with me) Sweden named Anna. We had been going out kind-of for about three months but because we only saw each other on the bus to town on Saturday mornings we weren’t really that close. Anyway, a few weeks before she was due to head back to the country of the midnight sun, we became more friendly and instead of going to town and hanging out with her friends we started to hang out at her house on Saturdays. Against the wishes of her host family I might add. We had gotten really close in the two weeks preceding her departure and a few days before she was due to leave we had become extremely close friends. We both said goodbye and although I felt a little sad, it was nothing major. Anyway, the night before she was due to leave I was sitting in my lounge room and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. My head hurt my heart hurt and I suddenly felt that I just had to see her. I was too young to drive, so I ran down the street to borrow a friends bike, even though I hadn’t rode one in years. I rode to her house and banged on the door, totally afraid that she wasn’t going to be there. I haven’t experienced a moment before or since that would come close to how I felt when she came down the stairs. All of the shit that you see in Warner Brothers cartoons came true and I suddenly turned into Jim Carrey in the Mask. The rest of her family had gone out for her host-sisters birthday dinner and she stayed behind with her host cousin to pack to go back home. We went for a walk together and it was about ten o’clock. We went to her neighbour’s pool and she took her top off and jumped in. I stayed by the side and smoked a cigarette, and watched her swimming in this pool, but I didn’t have one sexual thought. It was one of the truly pure and beautiful moments of my life, that is until the owner ran out and chased us off. Although I’m certain he would have let us stay around if we had started fucking right there. We went on down to the river and I decided to strip off as well. We both swam naked and I still believe that time stood still. We eventually went back to the house and climbed the lattice work to get back in. It was only then after following her wet jean shorts up the fence that I started to get ideas in the normal teenage way. We went towards her bedroom and I completely lost control. I grabbed her and tried to just rip her shorts off like some kind of animal. She pushed me across the room and I automatically felt like a jerk thinking that she thought I was some kind of rapist-wannabe. I was sitting there on the ground with a red face and a hard-on apologizing profusely. But she just shushed me and started taking her clothes off. She put a cd on and I ripped off my clothes and jumped over to her. I had always had the idea that when I got in the sack that I was going to be like Don Juan Demarco and caress and kiss every inch of her body like Playboy taught me. But instead of anything I had imagined I ended up just going like a jackrabbit and fucking her to the beat of the Red hot chili peppers song “Naked in the rain”. I was finished within three minutes and it seemed like I just wanted to get it over with before she kicked me off and I would still be a (gulp) virgin. Ten minutes later she pretty much woke me up when she climbed on top of me and we went again and even though this was all nice, it wasn’t until about four in the morning when the rain was falling and I had my arms around her that I truly was blown away by what we had done. I ran my hands up and down her body and have never felt as content. The next day I went with her host family to drop her at the airport and on the way home the REM song “Nightswimming” came on the radio and I quietly cried in the back seat of the car. It took me a while to get over and this wasn’t helped by the fact that all my friends were virgins, so I couldn’t really talk to them about it without sounding like I was bragging. So I bottled it up and eventually kind of got over her. Though everytime I hear Nightswimming I bawl like a fucking baby.
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