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Aina leaned forward and kissed Pep on the lips. The tables around them were full, and the terrace of the bar hummed with conversations. There were about twelve other tables out. Some had four people sitting on them, some had a couple of friends or lovers. There were two individuals drinking, and taking up a table, alone. She didn’t see anything wrong with that. Sometimes, Aina came here alone. On those occasions, Aina drank coffee, not beer like today, and she eavesdropped on chats. Aina was fascinated by the chat she heard in the café beneath the apartment she’d grown up in. She got a lot of inspiration for the stories she wrote there.“Happy birthday,” she said to Pep. He nodded, leaned in, and kissed her.It was Pep’s eighteenth birthday. He’d been with Aina for two years since the last year of middle school. They’d known each other since they were about six. And, at last, they were both eighteen.“Kissing is for teenagers. Sex is for adults who are married,” Aina’s mum had said. Her father, sitting next to her, had nodded approvingly. But he’d once, finding himself alone with Aina, said something like“I’m not going to be one of these dads laying down the law. I won’t judge you. Honestly, until your wedding day, I don’t want to know. But do be careful, Aina. Don’t let anyone rush you into anything. Nowadays, you can go online and read the stories of women who were badly treated and learn the red flags. That wasn’t so true when your mum and I were young. And for God’s sake, use condoms until you really want to get pregnant.” Aina had decided that sex would be like alcohol. She would stay away until she was an adult, and then she would try it. And, as luck would have it, she was six weeks older than her boyfriend Pep. With him officially an adult, it was time they lost their virginities.Were they the last of their age group? Definitely not. There was a small handful of real losers who had still never even kissed anyone. There was a small group of people from their year that they knew for a fact were no longer virgins. Their teacher had told them not to believe everything they hear on this topic, and she’d realised that a lot of people claimed to have done it without it being true. Aina knew that the majority of their peers were in the ‘possible virgin, maybe not’ category.“Your parents are at home?” Pep asked hopefully.“Yeah,” she said sadly.She wanted to have sex, and she wanted Pep to be her first. But it was not that easy! Like most young Spaniards, they both lived at home with their families. Aina, an only child, lived in a small flat with her parents. Pep lived with his mum and dad and his younger brother, his older brother having left home.They’d discussed going to bed together, a few times. But there was always the question of where and when. They had no money, not being workers. Bolu Escort Aina’s mum was a housewife. She was rarely out for more than a couple of hours at a time. Pep’s parents both worked but they were both around in the evening when their son was free from school.“We could go to the beach?” Pep suggested. Pep felt that he had waited long enough. He got hard just thinking about sex with Aina. He’d seen tantalizing portions of her body. In a swimsuit, or in a crop top she occasionally wore in the warm summer. Seeing her hot legs never failed to turn him on. Of course, Aina was not the only woman he thought about when he masturbated, but he had certainly pictured her naked.Aina thought a moment, and then the awful possibility that their parents would never let them lie together came to her mind. She and Pep would play a game of cat and mouse until the ancient age of forty, and they’d still be virgins, and their mum and dad would be like Big Brother, forever watching them in case they…(In reality, this was unfair. Her parents were normal middle-class people, not controlling psychos. It just felt that way in her mind.)“OK.”They finished their drinks and walked through the streets hand in hand. Pep felt his heart thumping. This was it! Surely the best present ever? He was going to have sex! With his free hand, he fingered the condom in his back pocket, reassuring himself it was there.Aina had imagined this moment since she’d realized that Pep was more than just a fling. She’d even written a story about it in her diary, some of the dialogue of which was drawn from conversations she’d overheard in the bar. She’d described each move, each kiss, each gasp…They came to the beach. It was dark, except for half a moon above them. They couldn’t see anyone around. Finding a spot, they sank to the floor. Pep kissed her on the lips, and he felt her tongue slip into his mouth. He put his hand on her hip, and she put hers on his. Her other hand, she slipped under his shirt. She felt his skin, felt the hair on his chest, felt the outlines of his ribs through his skin. She’d seen him shirtless, on the beach and at the swimming pool. But she’d never touched his body like this, although she’d wanted to.Pep’s hand was on her bottom now…why had she worn a dress, it would be impossible to undress properly… She was growing warm inside. Now he was kissing her neck. She was aroused. And so was he. She felt his penis swell, pressed against her, still in his trousers for now. Aina reached to unbutton them…“Ah, do it. Do it! You know you want his cock!”They both half jumped out of their skin. Pep leapt to his feet, looking around wildly. And then he saw. The creepy old tramp who lived on the beach was watching them. He was rough and unkempt and had a carton of wine with him.“Jesus, Bolu Escort Bayan fucking asshole,” Pep swore. They ran away. They probably weren’t in danger. There were two of them and the dirty old man was drunk. He was almost certainly harmless. But he’d certainly killed the mood! * The next day, Aina was brushing her hair in the mirror. Pep texted her. “Meet for a coffee at three?”She smiled. They had been foiled last night, but they would try again. But where? The beach was out, at least the beach in their town. She wanted somewhere nice. She didn’t want to do it in a toilet. There was a line. If only they could afford a hotel!She brushed her long curly hair. She placed her lenses into her blue eyes carefully. She placed a little cream on a spot that had bloomed on her cheek. She looked into the mirror and said firmly and decisively,“I will not be a virgin a month from now.” Pep had had to settle for jacking off again. He had been so close. And now, what if she’d changed her mind? What if she had met someone else? What if she’d decided to enter a convent? Ok, that was unlikely but, Jesus, would he ever get the chance? He’d thought about places they could go. And the next idea was… *Aina looked up at the trees from below. She was lying on her back on the forest floor. This was a nice place to have your first time. Out in nature. Indeed, as nature intended it. This was how people had had sex for many thousands of years before they invented houses and fires and all that stuff. Aina had worn jeans and a blouse for ease of removal.Pep drew in Aina’s scent with his nostrils as he kissed her neck. Brushing her hair aside, he kissed her firmly and breathed in her perfume. Where it had been applied, the scent was strong, and he enjoyed the way the scent faded and her own, personal smell grew in strength as he kissed more and more of her flesh. He felt her move. Looking down, he saw Aina had pulled her blouse up to the rim of her breasts and, looking in her eyes, which were misty and blurred, he realized she’d done it almost unconsciously. She was being driven by desire, and desires deep, deep inside her had led her to bare her belly for him, or perhaps not even for him. Perhaps she wanted to be naked. Perhaps she wanted to show herself, as if to say ‘I’m a good mate. Take me!’ He crawled down a little and kissed her tummy. The breasts he would save…Aina felt him kiss her skin. He kissed her navel and made a point of kissing the mole just near her belly button. Ah, this was nice! She told him to take his shirt off, and he did. They made out, and she enjoyed caressing his Escort Bolu back, and she had him roll off her so she could reach back and unhook her bra…Thunder boomed out, and then she felt the first drops of rain. It started as a shower but ten seconds later the rain was falling hard. Shit! The rain was thick and cold and now it wasn’t so nice to be undressed, not in this chill breeze. Bitterly, Pep pulled his t-shirt back on, and Aina covered her torso again. They got up and ran for shelter. They walked up to the town together when the rain had stopped. Aina was irritable now. She had really been ready, and she didn’t even smile when Pep said,“Maybe God is telling us we should get married first!”They walked about aimlessly in silence. They walked through the main square. Aina calmed down a little and took Pep’s hand. They decided to go to the mall and get something to eat.The shopping centre was a big place and there were people coming and going all day. Pep and Aina approached it through the car park, but as they threaded through the parked cars, something amazing happened.A fifty euro note fluttered by, caught by the breeze.“Get it!” she cried, and Pep ran after the money. He soon caught it, then looked around. There was no one obviously looking for it. Fifty euros!“Free dinner!” Pep beamed. Aina smiled coyly. Another idea had entered her head. *The hotel clerk had insisted on seeing ID, suspicious that they might be underage. But they had passed the test and they kicked off their shoes in the entrance to the room. Pep hoped his shoes wouldn’t smell too bad. Aina led Pep into the room. They jumped onto the bed, kissing each other frantically. Pep pulled his shirt off, and this time it was her turn to kiss his torso. She kissed his chest, consciously placing her lips on his nipples, then his shoulder and his neck. Kissing skin was nice. His flesh was soft, except around the ribs, and spongy. Pep didn’t have a six-pack, but there was something very appealing about his torso, and she kissed it hungrily.Pep’s erection began to swell. He’d heard guys didn’t last long the first time, and he began to get nervous. But what if she wanted to… he had heard, but never quite believed, that girls sucked penises.Aina said, “I want to undress.”She stopped kissing him and pulled her jeans down. Pep looked at her legs, hardly able to believe this was happening. Her legs were gorgeous! He couldn’t help it. He jumped onto them, rubbing his hands on her thighs. Now he was kissing her shins, now her knees, and then her inner thighs and there was just the thin cotton of her knickers between him and… God, she smelt good here. Her thighs were delicious to kiss. Hardly daring to proceed, he planted a kiss on her knickers. She didn’t object. He kissed her mound again. And again. And then she reached down to her knickers and slid them down, and there was her pussy. Pink and straddled with brown hair. Then he said one of those dumb things you regret saying immediately.
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