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I am really surprised...
LARA – She's A 22 YO Student now...

I am home, recording some music, alone...
The door bell rings – honestly, I have no idea who can be at the door – it's five o'clock in the afternoon and I am strictly dedicated to my activity...
It's summertime, so that I just wear a pair of jeans, with nothing on the upper half of my body.
I just grab a shirt, put it on, and go at the entrance...
I open the door, and look at a smiling face – it's the face of a young woman, in her twenties, tall, with large boobs, - than, suddenly, her eyes remind me the ex high school colleague Lara!
I say, in bewilderment: “Lara?!? Is it really you?!?”
She bursts in laughter: “Now! I gotcha!”
I remember that I am at home, at my place, so that I just invite her to come in...
She is together with her parents and is paying a visit to a neighbor of mine...
With her prying eyes, she's seen my name on the post box at the entrance of the block of flats, and has just wanted to check if it was really me...
It so happens that I do not have a common family name, so that she's guessed that she's worth trying to see if it's really me...
I let her sit on an arm chair, than go to the kitchen and quickly prepare some coffee...
Than she just says to me: “The hosts here have confirmed your name, your looks, I know that you aren't married, so... I've just considered paying you a visit”...
I just sip my coffee, thinking about the darn neighbors who, instead of minding their own businesses, they just pry into other people's lives...
She smiles: “Everywhere is the same! Neighbors will always mind your business, no matter what! It is of no importance if you live in a ghetto, or in a select place as you!”...

Than, she starts telling me about her life as a student, that she's still a virgin, that she hasn't yet, at least learned how to suck a cock, that she masturbates at least once per day, dreaming about her husband...

“So... You are still decided to spare that piece of skin for your hubby, secluding yourself from the pleasures of life!”...
“Yesssssss! And I'm proud of it! I really am!”...

At that moment, I just remember the peculiar sensation that I've had, being at her place, and releasing myself into her mayo jar...
“Lara, I know that there have been quite a few years – still, there are things that you cannot forget – tell me, please, what have you done with the mayonnaise jar?”
She bursts int laughter: “If I tell you this, you'll have to swear to me that you won't tell anybody!”
I look at her in a serious manner and nod my head...
“My father has found the jar, admonished me for not keeping it inside the fridge, than he has prepared some sandwiches”...
I'm appalled, astonished: “And... did you let him eat that?!?”...
“Of course I did! I couldn't have come with any valid information to stop him!”...
“Lara!!! It's your father we are talking about!”
She's just sitting on her chair, smiling... “”Can you please let me have a cigarette of yours?”
I offer her the cigarette, light it, than we just sit, listening to the music...
She's tense – I can notice that...
After we finish smoking, I stand up, grab her arms, make her stand, and lead her towards my bed...
“Lara, I know that you have a hymen to prove your virginity to your husband – but you still have your ass to make you and me happy – or, at least, give us some release”...
Lara is appalled, I can see hatred in her eyes!...
Finally, I'm asking myself – what the heck does this person want from me?!?
We surely don't love each other and, beside some physical intimacy that we've have had centuries ago, practically, we're just a pair of perfect strangers to each other...
“Look! I know lots of things about sodomization! I surely hate it! I won't go that way! If you try it, I'll just yell as loud and as clear, so that all your neighbors will know that you are raping me!”...
“Hey, Lara! We are both grown up people! Finally, I haven't asked you to come here!
The door is where you know that it is, so that you can always choose to use it!... So, don't act as if I'm some kind of a kidnapper, since I won't go that way!”...
She embraces me, in a strong manner, and caresses my back: “Oh, God! How I've missed you! You cannot even imagine how many times I have dreamed about you!”...
I just stand and hold her in my arms...
“Ovid! I just wish that my hubby will be just like you!”...
“Lara, you know very well that we have never been in love with each other!”...
“We're healthy, we're wealthy, if we have kids, they will be happy!”
These words make me become very careful...
If and when a woman – or even a virgin girl – starts talking about kids, than, from my very personal point of view, I become veeeeeery attentive!...
I gently push her on my bed, and gently, but “convinced”, stick my hand inside her undies...
She's wet – very wet!
It doesn't take me more than a few seconds to check he hymen – it's there – she's a virgin cunt...
I keep on caressing her virgin cunt with my left hand fingers, while with my right hand I stroke my dick...
We both finish at the same time – I let my sperm flood her belly, than I just spread it towards her boobs...
She's clearly upset: “God! How shall I appear in front of the people?!?”
“It will dry, don't worry!”
Than, putting on my jeans, and buckling my belt: “Now, if you evert chose to come back here again, be ready to fuck! Otherwise, just stay away from me and this apartment!”,,,
She stands up, grabs her purse, and, in a really disgusted manner, tells me: “I couldn't imagine that you are such a jerk”...
“This is the real problem! I'm not jerking! I have only done it for your sake! And this makes me hate you!
She finds the exit door, and gets out – while leaving, she just smiles at me and says: “I'm sorry”...
1 comments

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2013-03-03 04:57:17
really do wanna be in this relationship. But you are right, I am not that seelflss. This situation is hard for me, too. I feel like she has to suffer because I’m not brave enough to come out and it’s killing me to see her unhappy. It seems to me as if she is getting unhappier every day, and it’s because of what I do or don’t wanna do. She just isn’t like she used to be before we started dating. And it’s not only me who thinks that. One of her friends has asked me if she is alright a couple of times. I can see how something inside of her is breaking into pieces every day when we step out of the house or when we are in public. Since we hang out together most of the day, she has to see guys hitting on me on a regularly base, hear my friends and me talk about guys and sometimes they even ask her what kind of guy I like so they can set me up. I can only imagine how tough it’s gotta be on her, but she handles it pretty well, always smiling, giving my friends advice and stuff.

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