In this story I have used quotations in telling the stories, even if I cannot remember the exact phrases that were used during the evening. I also have to confess that I have added some small details to the stories because I could not retrieve them perfectly when writing my diary on the day after.
I have already started writing the second chapter, please be patient. I hope you enjoy the first one.
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The exchange students at the university felt strong togetherness. I believe it was because we had something in common: We were strangers in a friendly, but not so cosmopolitan country. There are more and more foreigners in Finland, but it is nothing like London or New York. What could you expect in a country with the area of Germany, but a population of five million people?
There were both foreign and Finnish students that joined the rich variety of activities organized by the Student Union. The parties were wilder than I could have imagined because many exchange students came to Finland primarily to have fun, secondarily to study. And Finnish people had nothing against good parties! But we also had very fruitful discussions and debates on Friday evenings; we opened a bottle of wine and enjoyed the relaxed and cosmopolitan atmosphere.
One stormy Friday night we were sitting in a tiny living room full of candlelight. Liisa’s place had mirrors everywhere and I was not able to count the candles that I could see reflecting in the mirrors – the atmosphere was magic. Liisa had kindly invited us to spend an evening in her two-room flat, and she had even cooked for us. There were seven of us in the room, three males, four girls, four foreigners, and three Finnish students. We were chatting, playing card games, laughing. After two or three bottles of good French red wine we started to get too cheerful to have serious discussions, but none of us was really drunk.
It was Brian who suggested that we would start playing different games. He did not finish his thought, and I am sure that he did it on purpose. Everybody remained silent for five long seconds. Finally Sara broke the silence by suggesting strip poker. It did not seem to neither surprise nor shock anyone, but Samu, the youngest of the three men, said that it is too risky game to play among friends. It was a pity because I would have been eager to try it. I suggested playing the truth or dare, and my kind of compromise was endorsed.
Our rule was that the winner asks the loser, and in case of truth, one question and one additional question per topic were allowed. In case of dare, you might refuse fulfilling the task, but the winner is entitled to four tough questions instead of two. So we started and I had great expectations! Knowing Liisa, Kimmo, and me, I knew that before long we would be asking hot questions about sex. And maybe Sara was a friend of action as well because she had proposed playing strip poker!
I hoped that Samu would not be the first one to lose because he seemed to be a little bit nervous. On the other hand, he was free to quit anytime. He was a very pleasant Finnish boy who had just started his studies at the university. He was rather tall and not very muscular, he had a nice haircut and fashionable, close-fitting clothing. I think he was 19 or 20 at the most, but he looked even younger than that. But Samu did lose, and Sara was the first one to win. Sara was a blonde beauty from Sweden, the neighbor that the Finns seemed to both hate and love. But it was an easy choice to love Sara: She was always smiling and laughing, and she had one of the most beautiful bodies that I had ever seen. Her face, hair, legs, hips, breasts – everything was just perfect. She was the youngest of the girls present, maybe about the same age as Samu.
Samu chose the truth. I could not believe my ears when Sara placed her first question: She wanted to know whether Samu was still a virgin. What an opening for the game! I had thought that this delicious theme would come up much later… Samu heaved a sigh and closed his eyes. After some ten seconds of soul-searching, he answered with a single word. It was “no”. It was obvious that Sara wanted to know closer details.
SAMU’S STORY: LOSING IT
Once Samu had opened his secret diary, he had enough courage to go on. “Actually it happened only few months ago. We had just graduated from the high school and we were celebrating the event on the beach. The beach was packed because it is a tradition and a must to go there on that day. It was exceptionally warm considering that we are in Finland and it was springtime, and I was wearing just jeans and a tight t-shirt. My t-shirt had a text “F-F-F-Fuck Me”, which led to losing my virginity, I guess. Usually I hate that kind of stupid slogans, but my best friend had bought it to me on my birthday and I felt that I had to wear it once.
There was a girl who had been on my class since we were 13. I had hardly ever spoken with her because I thought that I would not have chances anyway – she was always dating with someone, usually with the most popular guys of the school. Suddenly she came up to me and started talking. Among the other things, she said that she liked the style of my tight t-shirt, especially if compared to the clothing of her boring boyfriends. I noticed that she was a little bit drunk, clearly more than I was, but I desperately wanted to believe every word she said – especially after she had kissed me and said that she had always had hot for me.
She suggested that we would go to more peaceful part of the beach, and after a while we managed to find a place we had some privacy. This sheltered place on the cliff was quiet; I could only see one couple sitting quite close to us. They were about our age and they could not see or hear us because they seemed to be completely devoted to each other. There I was sitting right next to the girl of my dreams. I was shocked when the girl of my dreams asked me to kiss her like the other couple did. I did what I was told to do, and I did it again again and again. Suddenly she placed my right hand to her right breast and my left hand to her hip. I was afraid that someone could see us, but she told me not to resist, this is what you have dreamed of.
The other couple left and there was nobody but us on the cliff. I could hear distant noises – shouting, giggling, police sirens. I gently rubbed her nipple between my fingers and I felt it hardening. Her tits were perfect, small and firm. She placed her hand on my thigh and moved it slowly towards my hard cock. My tight jeans started to feel uncomfortable. I repeated my concern that we might be caught in the act, but she did not care. She opened the belt and unzipped my jeans very slowly.
I felt the incredible warmth of her skin under my fingers when I caressed her. I was in heaven, not on public beach. She rubbed my aching penis through the thin fabric of my white briefs. She asked me the same question that you asked me now, but the answer was different then. She told me that she was not a virgin anymore, but not very experienced either. She wanted to do it with me! On the other hand I could not believe my luck, on the other hand she was a bit drunk and I might regret taking advantage of her condition.
I could not resist the lust – she even had a condom with her. The girl of my dreams put the condom on and told me how much she wanted to have my cock inside her. She looked so beautiful, hot and sexy, even if she did not dare to undress her top. The place was nothing but ideal for your very first lovemaking, but it was more than I had ever dreamed of. After two minutes of the most enjoyable sex I came, I could not hold it back any longer. I do not know whether I was too fast for her, but she said it was wonderful.
Okay, that was it. The end. No more facts. I cannot believe I told you all these dirty details! But after sharing that unforgettable moment we talked until the dawn. She gave me her phone number and I thought that we might have a future together. But when I tried to call her, I found out that the number was not in use.”
What a pity that the end of Samu’s story was so sad. Maybe the girl of his dreams was not worth of dreaming, but the sex was. I could see that the folks in this tiny living room were amazed after the hot story of this usually so shy young man. If every story would be that long…
