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A letter from a young English nurse to her friend in America.
Val, your email about your 'first time' was just so delightful. You painted the picture so beautifully for me that I was there with you in my mind. I found it incredibly erotic when I read that your cousin came to you in your bed and whispered, "Don't worry. Shush! Let it happen, it’s alright."
It was so real and TRUE. I could really picture it happening to you. I’d printed the email out so I could read it in bed, but that became difficult because my hand was trembling so much. My other one was between my legs, diddling away, I was so wet I actually got my juices on the bed sheet because you made me so excited.
When I came, God, it was like Endeavor blasting off. (Did I tell you that my cums are very explosive?) I felt as though I could wave to the ground and say "Cum in Houston. I got no problem." (Giggle)
Before I start, do you still see your cousin? Is she still bi? Has she had you again since that time?
You have set me a hard task to follow your experience, yours was so good and so well told. I only hope that mine will be as good for you.
My Daddy was in the military and spent a lot of time abroad, so when I was a very young teen I was sent to a private school as a boarder. It was an old country house, the ivy on the wall type. I don’t mean it was "exclusive" like the rich girls go to but it was very nice with big grounds. On two sides of the boundary of the school were quite thick woodlands.
Anyway, I had a crush for one of the almost 18 year-old girls in her final year. Her name was Martine and she was French. She wore discreet perfume and seemed so exotic and beautiful. Slightly dusky skinned, completely unlike my English pale whiteness and short hair, naturally curly to her shoulders. She was really beautiful. She had everything going for her, dark nearly black hair and soft brown eyes; I just fell in love with her.
Again, looking back I'm surprised nobody said anything to me. The teachers you know. I just blushed and stuttered when I was around her. I suppose in a cloistered situation, teachers knew that emotions would be stirred up. All those adolescent hormones twanging away!! I bet they had a few smiles. Even though Daddy was in the military, funnily enough I never ‘cottoned on’ to doing things with boys (or girls - unthinkable). I was a really naive girl, very slow to learn in those matters.
At my school, the girls would get into little groups, someone would say something obliquely referring to sexy things and the whole lot would double up in little shrieks and giggles all except me. Then I would ask one of them to explain and they would say something like "You know Kay. Putting it in you" or "You know Kay, how a boy sticks out in front." And I would say "Oh yes" and giggle with them. But I wouldn't really understand. I didn’t really know what I was giggling at. My Mum had of course told me the 'facts of life' but although I knew the technicalities of boys and girls, I didn't know about the emotions and the feverishness of it all.
During the final term that Martine was there, we had a House competition. Each House had to solve puzzles and to find things in the grounds collecting points when they were correct. The girls were in pairs to find the clues, then to solve them. (Good initiative and team training, hey!!) I couldn't believe it when I was teamed with Martine. But first, just a few girls were chosen to hide the clues. (Sorry if you are finding this tedious, Val, bad way to start perhaps.) Martine was the one chosen for our House and I of course tagged along as her lap dog. Only one pair was out hiding clues for however long it took, so the other House pairs couldn't be aware of where we were putting things.
