It's Christmas 1991 and I'm on my bed in my Amsterdam student room. My name is Freek and I've just turned 20. The past six months have been special, intense, horny. I've crossed boundaries with my now ex-girlfriend that I didn't know existed. Way over them. Maybe the reason things went wrong between us. But what an adventure.
It started in June, at the beginning of summer. I had been with Fieke, my love, for over a year. She was a young woman of my age, petite and to me she was the most beautiful woman on earth. Her mouth, her face, her hair, I loved it. Her beautiful ass, the nipples that marked her small breasts, I would die for it. She was smart, nice and horny. From our first date on we had lots of sex.
My mind wandered back to that morning in June when everything started. It started like every other morning except that, very early, I heard a key opening the lock of my door. When I looked up I saw Fieke enter my room.
"Don't wake," Fieke whispered while she undressed.
She sat on the bed next to me, naked.
"I'm going to make you hard," she said, "I need your cock."
She then jerked my cock. When hard enough to mount it she stepped over me and sank down on it, Cowgirl style.
"I find it difficult to tell you," she continued, "but we've been together for over a year now and I love you. You as a person and your cock. But; it isn't enough."
She was now crouching over my cock and fucked me at a fast pace. I would have come quickly if I wasn't distracted by her message. What was I doing wrong, I wondered. Should I change?
Fieke looked back at me and asked "did you hear me?"
"I hear you," I replied, "but wat is not enough for you?"
She sat down on me again and fucked slowly. I could see she was crying.
"I want you to cum first, fill me, then we talk," she said.
I pushed her off my lap, lay her down on the bed and stuck my cock back in her. I was kissing and pounding her, my cock buried deep inside. As I came I whispered in her ear that I loved her. And she confessed her love to me as well. True love.
"What was going on," I asked Fieke when we had recovered a bit. We were lying in my bed and shared a glass of water.
"I'm twenty now for two weeks and you are my second boyfriend," she said. "We fuck as often as we can but this can't be all there is to it right? I may not know what I want, but I do want more," Fieke said.
"Do you mean you want different sex? Or have sex with other people?" I asked.
"I want it all," Fieke said. "These should be the wildest days of my life but it feels like I'm married."
It was now almost half past eight and the city noise entered my room through the open doors to the balcony. My self-confidence fluttered away through these same doors.
Fieke continued. "I want you to grab me unexpectedly and throw me over the table. To try things with me. To suck my pussy, read porn together, make X-rated pictures of me, that sort of thing,' she said.
She put down the glass on the nightstand, stood up and held her pussy close to my face. She then opened her pussy lips and showed my cum dripping from her cunt.
"This," she said, "this is what you have to earn from now on."
Without a word she got dressed and left my house, leaving me confused. I understood it would be difficult to handle, but it also gave nice opportunities.
It wasn't until a week later that I saw Fieke again. During the week she didn't take any classes, did not visit our regular cafés and her phone was kept unanswered. I had almost given up hope when, in the middle of the night, I heard her key opening my door. I saw her, naked, in the light of the hallway and provocatively wobbling her hips as she entered my room.
