Karolina was a 20-year-old beautiful and slender 18-year-old hippy. She had long, light brown hair and wore glasses adorned with a small design of a man and woman fucking over the bridge. That should have been a giveaway. She was not very tall; not any taller than 5'2". She had medium sized perky breasts.
Jerry (me) was the same age and was 125 lbs. in those days. I was lanky with brown hair and clean shaven. My cock was average sized but very functional. I loved to eat my girl out and I was getting pretty good at making them cum with my mouth and fingers.
Karolina and I first met at a Model UN conference held at the Madison Square Garden's Marriott Hotel. She was representing one high school, and I was from another. We casually interacted over the first day. She said that there was to be a party later, so I gave her my room number so that she could call me with the details. Honestly, she wasn't on my radar sexually, but I must have been on hers.
She called my room and asked me if I would come over. I did and she was in her bed, presumably naked, as I could see the tops of her breasts peeking out from under the covers. I could have fucked her, right then and there, if I wanted to-she clearly wanted to fuck me.
I had a girlfriend who I lost my virginity to, and she lost hers to me. We were in love, and I did not want to mess that up. So, I was honest with Karolina, and just told her that she was very alluring, but I had a girlfriend. She respected my honesty and loyalty, and was like, "That's great." In hindsight, after I left, she probably either masturbated until her pussy got wet and sticky, eventually resulting in an orgasm(s), or she called another guy-there were plenty of horny teenagers, or both. My bet was on both. We did, however, see each other later at the party.
The next time we met again was at a Grateful Dead concert in Worcester, MA. Karolina was there with a couple of girlfriends, and I must have become separated from the herd, so to speak. She gave me a big hug, and we were all high, possibly on LSD, or just alcohol and pot. And in my case, maybe cocaine as well.
I ended up watching the entire show with her and her friends. The Grateful Dead were phenomenal, delivering an unforgettable performance. Setlist highlights included a captivating opener of Touch of Grey > Feel Like a Stranger > Franklin's Tower, followed by Sugar Magnolia > Scarlet Begonias, and concluding with an emotional Box of Rain encore. It was absolutely unbelievable and added to the magic of the evening.
The chemistry between Karolina and me has intensified as the performance unfolded. By the end of the first set, we were wrapped in each other's arms; the connection undeniable. Everyone around us must have sensed the undeniable sexual tension between us.
She liked me, and I liked her. If memory serves, I had a girlfriend at the time, but in the heat of the moment, my principles gave way to the intensity of the night. It was the epitome of "Love the one you're with."
One of her friends went to a nearby college, Clark University, and lived in a dorm. Her roommate was out of town so she invited all of us to crash there. We drove to Clark. Being that it was 1:50 AM, there was not a lot going on. We parked the car and the four of us got out. We walked to the dorm and Karolina's friend unlocked the main door and we walked up the stairs. He entered the dorm room.
The room was small and she turned on the lights. There were clothes everywhere and the walls were covered with posters. The student lit a couple of aromatic candles that glowed brightly and smelled fruity. I was getting everyone high, and we were all laughing and having fun, and the Grateful Dead was playing in the background.
My sexual attention was completely focused on Karolina. She had on one of those loose fitting hippy blouses that she bought on Haight Street in San Francisco, and was not wearing a bra and it was driving me fucking crazy. I couldn't wait for us to go to bed with her.
Reflecting back, it wasn't just about the physical connection between us. What we shared went beyond mere attraction or fleeting moments of intimacy. Many years later, she described our youthful relationship as "puppy love." Hearing her say that left me deeply flattered because it showed that she saw our bond as something more meaningful, something with an emotional core. She didn't think of me as just a "sex buddy" or a temporary fling. It was deeper than that--a blend of innocence, affection, and the kind of connection that feels all-encompassing when you're young and discovering yourself through another person. Her words gave a sense of validation to what we shared, reminding me that even youthful romances can hold a profound and lasting significance.
Around 2:30 AM, everyone settled down-all four of us. Karolina and I had one of the two beds, and the two girls shared the other bed. The beds were very small-it was college after all. I was in bed with Karolina and there were two other girls in the room was a turn-on for sure.
But what happened next kicked it up a notch. Looking back, I was not sure whether this was actually our first time our being intimate, or one of the first times; it did not matter. It was exciting all the same.
