Following two accounts of encounters with Jola, it is now my task to tell her story. Which I learned during post-orgasmic interludes, in a mixture of three languages. I will deliver my version as if spoken by her in English only. A note for Classical scholars: I am imagining that as Jola and her cousin looked so alike they were, to some extent, narcissists; but I am also treating them as transwoman, so alluding to the male Narcissus is not appropriate and each is, thus, Narcissa, plural Narcissae. 'J' in Polish is pronounced as 'Y.' 'Sz' is 'sh.'
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I was born, and christened Jan, in 1987, in a village in South-East Poland, just before the Soviet Union lost its grip on my country and the whole political, economic and social situation changed. Including in ways that would enable me to discover my own nature.
Though healthy and energetic, I was always small for my age, and by the time I was twelve, thanks to my lack of height and physique I looked more like a pre-pubescent girl than a boy. Of course, as time passed, I didn't develop breasts, as my female classmates did, but my rounded bottom and lack of facial hair meant that I rather resembled a late-developing girl.
Although I had played games with them, my male companions began to treat me as if I were no longer one of them Understandable, because while they grew tall and muscular and sprouted beard, I remained much the same, as though I failed to manifest the usual secondary sexual characteristics. So although I did grow a little pubic hair my penis remained small, and some boys remarked on this when we showered.
Unknown to them, however, small though it was, it was not altogether lacking, for from thirteen onwards I was a frequent masturbator. My little cock readily erected and squirted large quantities of filmy liquid, yielding me much pleasure.
At the same time I experienced a curious mixture of feelings about sex. I wanted to see, to watch, boys shoot their sperm, to let me bring them off, to have them make me come. I also longed to see, caress, lick girls' breasts, to have girls make me come. To have breasts myself. To have both ejaculating penis and prominent bosom.
In a rural area of Poland, I was, I realised, unusual, someone whose sexual nature did not fit the usual pattern. Which might have occasioned me anxiety and shame. But, for some reason, I held to the belief that there were other people like me, whom I could eventually meet, and embrace, with relief and mutual satisfaction.
I was intelligent and a good student, so I matriculated, aged nineteen, at the university in the nearest large town. And it was decided that as it was too far to commute, I would stay with an aunt and uncle who lived in the suburbs. Which brought me into the closest possible contact with my cousin, Katarzyna - Kasza. She had also matriculated, so we had an immediate student-friend. More important, she had, in female form, mirrored my own development, or lack of it. For she had only the most negligible breasts, never menstruated, and grown only a small, soft wisp of pubic hair. Being the same size and shape, dressed in sweater and jeans we looked like twins.
But we differed in sexual experience, for Kasza, the town-girl, had experimented a good deal, mainly with boys, who were only too glad to have her toss them off, which she relished. She had also had one or two adventures with girls, thanks to her direct approach.
She was able to get her hand into their knickers before they were fully aware of her intentions, and some of them responded, sometimes for the first time, to skilful manipulations of their virgin clitorises. Those who were aware of their lesbianism were easier to seduce.
Both her parents and mine had never troubled to seek medical advice about our strange maturation, reckoning, I think, that such conditions were owing to divine providence, and, anyway, nothing to be concerned about, as they might change as we got older.
Since I have indicated intimate knowledge of Kasza's body, you will have deduced that we were, indeed, intimate, and thanks to her directness, immediately. Our first explorations began the third night I was lodging there. The apartment was on two floors, so that aunt and uncle and the kitchen, bathroom and sitting-room were on one, and there were two bedrooms above. Kasza had always had one, the other being intended for the sibling who never arrived.
Kasza had given me some intense looks during my early hours with her family, and when we travelled to, and were at, the university, so I was not altogether surprised when, soon after we had retired, and I was reading in bed, my door opened and she walked in, clad in a short cotton nightdress.
She walked the four paces to my bedside, took the book out of my hands, whipped the garment off over her head, and stripped back the bedclothes. 'So, dear cousin,' she said, 'Let's have a look at you.' [Here is where an inflected language offers clues missing in English, for Kasza said 'droga kuzynka,' 'dear female cousin,' suggesting she was not masculine in gender. She used female forms from then on, in private, anyway].
In order to facilitate masturbation, I usually wore only a pyjama jacket, in the pocket of which I kept the handkerchief in which I caught my ejaculate. So I was naked from the waist down, but, to my surprise, I was not at all shocked by her bold actions. 'Sweet,' she said, 'But not so innocent, I suspect. I think I can have some fun with that. Does it go hard? Let's see.' She turned and showed me her bottom. 'If you like girls, you ought to like this. I don't have much tit but I've got plenty of dupka [bum].'
This was true. Her bottom was large and shapely, like mine, and the sight of it, and the highly charged atmosphere, stiffened my little organ in short order. Which, as she turned back, she greeted with amusement and pleasure. 'Oh, yes, that's good. Does it shoot? No, don't tell me, I'll try it. Move over,' and she lay beside me and took it in her fingers. 'Suck my nipples,' she commanded, 'The tits are small but the tips work fine.'
They were, in fact, quite large, as if her breasts had developed them without then proceeding to grow the supporting bosom, and it was so exciting to take one in my lips, my first experience of this, and to feel it extend and harden against my tongue.
'Oh, yes,' she said, 'Lovely. I don't often get this, and I'll go over in a minute. Just keep on. Can you go over soon? Yes, I think you will.'
I had been so busy with her nipples that I had half forgotten about my own arousal. Now I registered that she knew what she was doing with her thumb and first two fingers. They were rolling my foreskin back and forth over the shoulders of my penis, and I was loving that someone else was doing this for me, and that my orgasm was not far away.
Kasza liked to keep up a running commentary during sex, which was the more exciting in its rather matter-of-fact language and tone. 'I do like the feel of a cock in my fingers. So nice when it stiffens up just before it spurts. I love to see it spurt. I'm lucky, because I can climax just from the nipples. I'll teach you about the pussy later.'
My own climax was approaching, and, because of the novelty and tremendous arousal, my hips were bucking with that instinctive movement Nature prompts one to make, to drive into a vagina or anus, or welcome a penis. 'Oh,' she said, 'That's good. Yours is coming. So is mine. Oh, yes, let go now!'
My fluid jetted into the air, as she clutched my head against her chest and shook for a long time, while the orgasm raged through both our systems. This was my first awareness that an orgasm shared is an orgasm doubled.
'What a lot,' she said, 'I've never seen that much before. Its more milk than cream, isn't it? How can you do that much, your balls aren't very big.'
For the first time since she had entered the room, I spoke. 'It feels like my whole body makes it. It seems to come from everywhere.'
'You can talk, then,' she said. 'Did you like it when it happened to me?'
'I loved it,' I said, 'I've never done it with anyone else before.'
'I knew that when you first arrived. And I was pretty sure you'd be ready for it. You're like me, just wanting sex all the time. We're going to be good together, and I can help you find out what kinds of sex you really want.'
'I don't know much,' I said, 'Except that I can usually do it two or three times.'
'Oh, that's good. Most boys can only do it once and have to wait a while. I'm like that, too. I can go several times. So, move over and I'll show you my Εechtaczka and cipa [clitoris and cunt].'
