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Date: November 1981, 15 years

   It was one of those Mondays, that you think nothing can go wrong...  Got
up at 7 o'clock, managed to hit the bathroom even before my sister and she
did not yell at me...  Breakfast was already on the plate, so I could
gobble that up before I cycled to school.  Magically all the traffic lights
jumped to green as I approached them on my way to school.  First classes
were a breeze, two tests that we made earlier, were returned to the class
and I scored an 8 and a 9 (1 being the lowest, 10 being the highest).  And
then, during the morning break, I overheard Ria complain to her girlfriends
that she "So did not get this mathematics stuff".

   Being on a roll, I mentioned in walking past her and her group that "I
could give you some tutoring if you like..." Not really expecting a
positive answer (she was part of my class last year, but flunked in a major
way when she started paying more attention to guys instead of her classes)
I was surprised when she responded with a "Well, yes, that might actually
be a good idea!" Last school year we did exchange the normal (meaning
minimal) amount of social interaction that there usually is between the
geeks (my group) and the (for a lack of better word) dolls (her group). 
And, yes, a doll she was...  light brown, almost blond hair, usually
shoulder length, about 1.55 meters and with B-cup boobs that sat high and
firm on her chest.  She continued with "I do need to pass maths, or else my
parents will not let me continue horseback riding".  "No problem, how about
Wednesday afternoon?  Do you still live in that house near the hospital?" I
asked.  Of course I knew she did, both her parent worked at that same
hospital, so it made sense they moved in to that house (no...  villa
actually) some years ago.  Hey...  I might be considered a geek, but we do
have interests other then technology :-) So even while she was considered
to be one of the dolls, I did find her the most interesting of that bunch.
Somehow she gave the impression that most (if not all) of it was not for
real for her.  Maybe it was because she already had to do a class before
(on elementary school), so she was in fact 2 years older then most of her
classmates.  But let's not start to be too psychological...  she was 17
years of teenage girl with a cute face and an even cuter body (if her usual
tight fitting cloths gave any indication).

   Not that I was really desperate to get in her pants, but sometime during
the last months I felt that there had to be more than the daily jo-sessions
to porn at home.  Together with the occasional blow job from Jeroen that
took care of most of the perpetual horniness that any average 15 year old
boy suffers from.  So, all in all, I was quite happy surprised with the way
this conversation went, and after a little bit more of smalltalk we agreed
that I should drop by at about 2 o'clock in the afternoon.  Both her
parents would be working the afternoon/evening shift at the hospital then,
so we would not be interrupted all afternoon (her words...).

   When I continued to my next class, the group of girls broke up and they
each went their way.  Rene, a guy in my class, who had witnessed the talk,
walked up with me and asked: "Did I see that correct?  Are you making a
move on Ria?" I answered "Yeah, why not?  Besides, she did not have to take
me up on my offer...  And she does have nice tits!  So I'll try and get me
some of that as an extra bonus :-)" "But what about Esteban, her
boyfriend?" Hmm....  he did have a point there...  Esteban, half Dutch,
half Spanish, soccer jock, graduated last year and went to study at the the
other side of the country.  I tried to recollect if I ever saw him and Ria
together after the summer break, but did not remember anything about that.
"No idea about him, but he should be studying law somewhere far away...  so
I'll be studying his ex-girlfriend up close and personal..."

   And with that we reached the classroom, and the rest of the day took its
course.  So did Tuesday (including a quick two way hand job between Jeroen
and myself when we met at the community center) and thus Wednesday
afternoon found me at 2 o'clock sharp at the front door of Ria.

   When she opened the door and ushered me inside, I noticed that she wore
something different then her usual clothes.  Her 'home clothes' were just a
simple jeans and a cotton checkered blouse.  Totally unlike the 'doll type'
of clothes she wore to school.

   Not that I was complaining, because I had a good opportunity to admire
her shapely ass inside that perfectly fitting jeans as she walked out in
front of me to the living room.  She gave a short chat about how the house
was laid out: "bla bla, kitchen there, yada yada, bathroom here,...  2nd
floor,...  bedrooms, 3rd floor attic..." So by the time we were seated on
the couch, I knew mom and dad had separate, but adjoining, bedrooms and she
slept at the other wing.  The main bathroom, together with some
guest/storage room, was located between the wings.

   "Ok, but let's get started with the maths, or else we will never get you
passed the exams" I told her.  After all, I was first a geek and then a guy
trying to...  yeah what did I want with her in fact?  While explaining the
finer points of inner and outer joins, integrals and differentials to her,
and stealing the occasional glance at cleavage that revealed itself due to
some loosened buttons, I realized that, as far as girls concerned, I truly
was still a virgin.  The only real pussy and tits I ever saw completely up
to that point, where those of my sister.  But the short fingering of her
pre-teen slit and squeezing her A-cup sized tits during some 'doctor-games'
last summer did not really count in my opinion.

   Ria's boobs already looked much more mature...  Stealing some more
glances at those globes, while she worked concentrated on a problem, it
seemed that she did not wear a bra...  No shoulder strap or bra-cup was to
be seem from where I was sitting.  Positioning myself just a bit higher I
managed to sneak a peak even a bit more deeper into that valley between her
teenage tits...  Still no sign of a bra...  would she really...?  My cock
started to grow a bit at this thought.

   But with a "DON'T YOU THINK SO, ED?!" my thoughts about her perfect
paraboles :-) were interrupted by Ria asking me something for (judging to
the volume of her voice) not the first time...  My eyes flashed from her
tits to her face and I saw a twinkle in her eyes that, I learned later, was
a sign of her excitement.  For now I felt my face flush red and without any
need or want to pretend I answered: "Sorry, what did you say again?  I was
a little distracted."

   "Yes, I noticed you were.  It seems my tits caught your attention" Ria
said.  She sat up straight and pulled down her blouse, so that the opening
at the top revealed even more of them.  "Do you like them?" she continued,
"I hope they will grow a bit, a full C-cup would be nice.  My mom has a
D-cup now, but she is already older and has some sag." While my cock was
getting more and more harder, I tried to find a more comfortable position
to sit, and answered truthfully: "I haven't seen that many tits, but these
look just fine to me!"

   Her next "If you want you can touch them..." surprised me somewhat.  I
cannot remember answering anything, but my body language must have
convinced her to open up the rest of the buttons.  When she moved the
blouse away, it became clear why those creamy white, sexy, teenage tits
stood that high and firm...  strapless push-up bra!  Not that she needed
it, but at least it explained the spectacular cleavage on which I was
feasting my eyes.  Even my cock wanted to join the feast, because it tried
to burst through my pants...  That push-up bra was of the 1/2 cup variety
(I learned later), so that it also let her nipples free.  From the various
porn that I sampled, I new that nipples come in all shapes and sizes.  And
even from my experiences with boys I learned that as well.  But these were
something else...  aureoles with a diameter of over five cm and the nipple
itself just over a half cm (yes, at a later date she actually let me
measure them...  the slide gauge stopped at 6.5 mm).

   My body moved as out of its own volition and I bowed my head to press my
mouth on her right nipple.  God, the taste of it was heaven...  sweet,
salty, feminine...  all at the same time.  I opened my lips and my tongue
started caressing her nipple and the surrounding area.  "Oooh...  I
actually meant touching it your hands, but...  Mmmmm this is fine too..."
Ria moaned above me.

   She wrapped her hands around my head and pulled me firmer against that
wonderful tit.  I sucked a bit harder and was rewarded by another moan:
"Nnnngg...  use your hand on the other one..  mmmm" I moved my hand to her
other boob, my fingers felt that sensational combination of softness and
firmness that only teenage tits have...  And I started to massage that left
tit so I could experience the fullness of it.

   All these actions had one problem...  my cock wanted to be set free and
was getting uncomfortably hard in the tightness of my jeans.  As if Ria
noticed my discomfort, she released my head and said in a husky voice:
"Let's go to my room...  it will be more comfortable there..."

   Walking one meter behind her, admiring her perfect teenage ass again
that swayed back and forth , I followed her upstairs to her bedroom.  Not
knowing exactly what would happen, I quickly slid a hand inside my pants
and adjusted my cock so that it could stiffen a bit more without becoming
too painful.  Once we arrive at her room, she pointed out to the bed: "Just
hop on there" and she closed the door.  After I remembered to first remove
my shoes (which got me an approving look from her) I sat on the bed with my
legs stretched out.  My back was propped up against the headboard.

   Ria eyed me appreciatively and mumbled something like "oh yeah, that
will do just fine..." She then removed her blouse completely so I got a
full view of her push-up bra clad tits.  I started to remove my shirt, but
she said, almost jumping on the bed, at once: " Let me do that!" So I
raised my arms to let her pull the shirt upward.  When it was around my
elbows, she stopped and her hands unbuckled my belt and opened my jeans
with a speed and deftness that was (for me) a surprise...  In the time that
I needed to remove my shirt, she did all this and grabbed my hard cock out
from my underpants!

   "Sorry...  I just needed so feel it right away" she apologized, slowly
pushing my foreskin back and forth over the sensitive head.  "Mmmm...  no
problem...  just take it slow, it's a bit sensitive..." "Ok...  is this
better?" and she pulled the foreskin all the way down, and with her other
hand she cupped my balls and started to massage them (which sort of
heightened the pressure again).  "Yes...  that's bet..." and right then she
pinched her nail in my cock under the glans.  "Ouch!  What are you doing?"
I shouted.  "Just cooling you down a bit, my dear" she answered.  And
actually she was right...  somehow the super sensitivity of my cock was
gone and I was able to admit the view of those tits again without the
immediate need to spray them with my sperm...  Even the massaging of my
balls had become a normal sensation.

   While she kept up her massage, she unhooked her bra with the other hand.
Not that the 1/2 cups hid that much, but having her topless in front of me,
made my cock jump up again.  Releasing my cock, Ria now removed the rest of
her clothes.  Her jeans, socks and frilly french-cut lace knickers were
thrown allover across the bedroom.  With each piece of garment that flew,
my eyes feasted on more of her tight teenage body being uncovered and my
cock bopped with appreciation as well.  Once completely naked, she
unceremoniously crawled over my legs and lowered herself on me.  "Aah..."
we moaned at the same time.  Wrapping her arms around my neck and drawing
me closer to her, she pressed her tits against my chest and her mouth on
mine.  As by itself, my hips started pushing my cock in and out of her
quite wet and tight pussy.  Ria reciprocated by grinding her hips back and
forth and fighting a heavy tongue duel in the meanwhile.

   "I am no going to last long this way" I mumbled when we both came up for
air.  "Just keep fucking me like this, I am almost there" Ria panted and
increased her grinding and started kissing again.  My hands found their way
to her ass and grabbed them firmly to help moving her squeezing cunt over
my cock that was getting ready to explode.  While trying to postpone the
inevitable, this was abruptly terminated by Ria reaching her orgasm.

   With a "Ungggg" moan from deep within, she pushed her hips forward one
more time and all the muscles in her pussy clamped down on my cock.  That
was enough for me to get me over the edge (and far beyond at that) too. 
The pressure and tingly feeling in my balls became too much and with, what
seemed to be, an endless series of squirts, I emptied the buildup load of
sperm inside my balls deep inside her.

   After a while we both came down to earth and started giggling a bit. 
"Wow, that was something" "Yeah...  quit intense" "Can I stay inside for a
while" "Sure, I need to catch my breath anyway" And while we still stayed
connected, she sitting on my lap and I keeping her soft and supple body
close to me, I felt my cock slowly deflate.  'So...  this is how it feels
to loose ones virginity' I thought by myself.

   "I think I could get used to this" I said looking in her dreamy dark
eyes.  "Mmmm...  me too" she answered.

   And so a relation started that lasted for about half a year Yes, she did
pass the maths exams.  But during those six months she gladly sacrificed
her horseback riding for some cock riding.  :-)

   And for those who care: the relation ended with her moving to the other
side of the country as well...  to the best of my knowledge to be with her
soccer-jock Esteban again.  But at that time I was too busy with other
things and people to be really interested in finding out.

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