Authors note: This is a romance because it is about love, loving and relationships. Sex is an important part of the story but the details aren't. What sex there is isn't all that convenional though so if you are offended by such things please do not read this story. It is a figment of my imagination, written solely for my enjoyment but I hope it pleases others as well.
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I first met Josefin, or Jo as she prefers, on a sunny Whitsunday when she was twelve. Elin and I had moved into our new home on the week of Ascension and I was out talking to one of our new neighbours when I noticed her walk by, tall, blond and beautiful.
At that time Elin and I were well on our way to being married, in fact as far as I was concerned we already had a marriage of conscience. We had met at a party a few years earlier when she was nearly nineteen and I was just twenty-three. I am not really a party person so I had intended to just wish my friend a happy birthday and then leave but she captivated me. It was nearly dawn when I kissed her good-night at her front door. Pretty soon we were seeing each other exclusively. When her room mate moved out I sold my tiny flat and moved in with her.
We went out to parties quite a lot then, mainly to please Elin but she always came home horny so that I didn't complain too often. Things went well for us until her landlord started on renovations that would result in a rent increase. We looked around and when I found a row house in a quiet backwater I told Elin that I wanted to buy it. She was less enthused than I but went along anyway.
That summer was a joy, Elin liked being near the woods and the water. She even began to take an interest in the garden. I've always been a something of a homebody and so I felt that it was time to settle down and started to think about marriage and children.
It was when Elin went back to University at the end of summer that our problems began. She had an hour's travel each way, longer if she missed the last rush hour bus. All her friends talked about was this party or that concert and suddenly the compost heap lost some of its glamour. I wasn't that interested in driving into the city centre and trying to park just to go to a party where I couldn't drink and those around drank copiously and quickly stopped making sense. Public transport wasn't really an option as it took a couple of hours to get home after midnight and a taxi was out of the question.
I know what you are thinking by now and I agree, I was an arse-hole who failed to even try and understand the very partner I professed undying love for. Things got worse though.
After Elin had gone to a few parties alone and not come home till the next day I began to feel cuckolded. I asked her straight out if she was cheating on me and her reply was that she hadn't had sex with anyone other than me but that she wanted to and furthermore that she wanted my approval and even participation. I went ballistic.
When I had calmed down a bit we talked. I hadn't realised that Elin was relatively inexperienced when we met, she had had only two serious boyfriends before me and she felt like she had settled down with me too quickly. In her mind we were a couple and she wanted us to stay that way but she also wanted to sample a few more cocks and even a few pussies before we settled down completely. It reminded me of Stephen Sondheim's "The Miller's Son". I wasn't convinced that she hadn't sampled a few cocks already so I asked for details of her recent experiences. Once again she was completely open, she said that she had kissed both men and women and that they had explored her body as she had theirs although always while fully clothed. I really tried hard to believe her but I felt hurt. Why I wasn't enough for her?
I couldn't exorcise her imagined transgressions which meant that I found it hard to even kiss her and my cock refused to cooperate when she tried to entice me. Elin likes sex a lot but more than that she likes kissing and caressing, all the physical expressions of love. I might just as well have hit her when they stopped. My forced attempts at intimacy only made things worse.
In a month she had moved out. I won't repeat some of the things I said, suffice it to say that I am deeply ashamed and hold myself largely responsible for the breakdown of a wonderful relationship.
Elin's departure created a problem for me. At the beginning of autumn Jo's mother Kerstin had asked me if we would mind taking care Jo over christmas. The rest of the family was planning a trip to Thailand but Jo was afraid of flying and a journey that long was out of the question for her. None of their family or friends could take her so she had asked us as a last resort. Now I had to tell Kerstin that Elin wouldn't be home which presumably meant that Jo couldn't stay. Kerstin didn't agree, she thanked me for telling her but said that she trusted me.
Christmas came and with it Jo. I don't know what that christmas would have been like without her, fortunately I didn't have to find out. We walked and talked and ate and watched TV and then talked some more. I was quite sad to see her leave.
Shortly after twelfth night Elin called, she was nervous at first but we soon began chatting. I told her all about Jo staying but that I didn't want to hear of her revels. She replied that there hadn't been as much of that as I might have expected. I remember well her expression, "Nouvelle Cuisine is much more attractive when you have a hearty stew waiting at home." I told her that I missed her hearty stews and she said that she did too. I was on the brink of asking her to come home when she said good-night and hung up.
Jo started dropping in after school. I worked from home so I was usually there, I even tried to avoid afternoon meetings so that I could be with her. We chatted and I helped her with her homework if I could, we enjoyed each others company.
Around about Easter I started to get so horny that I felt that I had to find a new lover or at least a fuck buddy. I have never been all that good at meeting women and being morose didn't help so my horniness went unabated. The remedy came from a totally unexpected source.
Elin turned up on my doorstep one evening, I invited her in and tried to be a congenial host and offered her a drink but she wasn't interested. She pushed me into the bedroom, onto the bed, handed me a condom and said, "Get your clothes off, your cock up and into me. You don't have to kiss me and that will protect you from my disease infested body". I was hard in seconds and naked soon after. Elin remained fully clothed, she just slid her panties to one side and mounted me. It was surrealistic to feel her sliding over my cock without being able to see it. Both our fuses were short and we soon lay in each others arms.
After that first explosive fuck I wanted intimacy, I asked her to undress and get into bed with me. That joining and the one after were much more satisfying with lots of caressing and kissing. I didn't want her to leave the next morning but she did, "nothing has changed" she said. I had to agree. She called later to thank me for a good time, I said something about us at least becoming fuck buddies when I really wanted to beg her to come home.
Life continued, I worked, renovated my house, Jo visited often, Elin less often. I can't say that I was happy but it could have been much worse.
When Jo was fifteen things changed and not for the better. I don't know if Jo was early going to school that day or if Elin was late leaving but Jo saw me kiss Elin good-bye as she walked past. I waved but I had suddenly become invisible.
Jo didn't visit me for the next couple of weeks. I worried that I had screwed up yet another relationship and so I was relieved to see her when she knocked on the door. I wasn't relieved for long though. She had taken time with her clothes and make-up and looked gorgeous in her halter top and short denim skirt, quite a change from her normal jeans and t-shirt. It didn't take long to learn that she was upset.
"You don't need that bitch to get your rocks off" she said to me. She drew her skirt up to her hips and pushed her panties down. "If you need a good fucking just call me."
