Anne, part 1

The girl I met during my vacation got back to Helsinki. We weren't planning on seeing each other on Friday, but after exchanging a few text messages we both detached from our own parties to have a drink together. I must say, I was a bit confused. She seemed very reluctant after our first date and I was kind of thinking that this is going to die out. Well, once she had some alcohol in her blood stream she seemed to be enjoying my company a lot.

We talked a lot. One thing that sticked out was her superficialness. Some people say I'm superficial. If I am, then what do you call someone who's ten times worse? Megaficial? Every friend of hers she mentioned, she also reviewed their hotness. In fact, with every person she mentioned she passed her judgement on their outlook. Here's a funny quote I recall: "He often behaves like a complete asshole... but he's really hot, so it's OK". Well, the good thing was that, according to her books, I'm hot ;)

She also managed make me feel pretty embarassed, which is actually pretty hard. I had a rather tight t-shirt on and, well, I wanted to show off my body. Girls wear revealing tops, guys wear tight shirts with shorts sleeves. So, I took off my hoodie. And I admit I did do a few gestures to make sure she saw my biceps. I do it with a lot of girls and I think I'm pretty inconspicuous, but she caught me. "Yeah, you have nice biceps, but you really don't need to show them off", she said with a broad smile. Despite the way it sounds when written down, it was a positive comment, but it did confuse me big time. "Do you want me to put the hoodie back on?", I said. "No, please don't", she replied.

By the time we were ready to go somewhere else it was actually really late. The options were to go somewhere for an hour before the bars close or then just go to my place. She insisted that we go somewhere. We started walking to the bar where my friends were at. This is when I learned the reason she'd been so reluctant towards me after our first date. She said she was sort-of dating. Well, we all know that's code for "I have a boyfriend, but tonight I want to fuck you."

Some years back this probably would've been a big issue for me morally. I guess time has changed me now it really didn't affect me much. I still wanted to see what kind of panties she was wearing and, more importantly, what's under them.

As expected, our visit to the bar was brief. We continued to an after party to a friend's place, which is a big apartment in the center of Helsinki. I think there were something like 10 people altogether so it wasn't as intimate as after parties often are. Me and Anne (that's what I'll call her from now on) found ourselves in a private room. This really reminded me of the parties during high school.

We kissed for a while, then started groping each other. I got her tit out of her top and held it between my fingers while I massaged her breast. She panted loudly. Judging by her face and the sounds she made I think she had quite an inner struggle going on regarding her boyfriend. I guess the devil won since suddenly she dropped on the floor on her knees, pulled my cock out and started sucking it. She was pretty good actually. Not as good as Laura, but above average I'd say. Anne's boyfriend, if you're reading this, feel free to post your thoughts on her blowjob technique. It would be cool to have two independent evaluations.

After a while I pulled her up to sit on the sofa with me. I started kissing her stomach. Slowly opened her jeans, moved her panties down a bit. Wohoo, a shaved pussy! The Bush administration has finally come to it's end. And the crowds cheer!

Anyway, I started kissing her pubic area. She seemed uneasy. When I got to her pussy lips, she stopped me. She didn't want me to lick her. Blah. Why? Well, I thought it must be the place. The door wasn't locked or anything so someone might suprise us.

So we got all decent again, got out of the room and left the party. She hesitated about coming over to my place for the night so we agreed that we're just going to sleep. It's funny how we probably both knew just as well that our agreement was bullshit, but still those words had to be said outloud or she wouldn't have come with me.

I normally don't interrupt stories like this, but I really don't have the time to finish this now. The reason being that we fucked for 3 hours. After sleeping some, we continued in the same unchristian fashion. Hopefully I can tell you about the details tomorrow. Anyway, it wasn't exactly a pleasure cruise. More like the perfect two-week vacation you've booked and paid for in advance, but then the hotel you're staying in sucks.

Well, more on that tomorrow. Take it easy.