The following weeks we tried all sorts of small assignments. It was a happy time. We read to each other from erotic books, wrote exciting stories together and spent more hours naked together than we were present at the faculty. Those few hours that we were, there my friends looked jealously in Fieke's direction.
In the meantime, we had a normal relationship. We visited my parents, some friends, watched TV together. But everywhere we went I continued to look in fascination to her fine face, her beautiful mouth. I was crazy about her breasts that were small and mainly her nipples. They were very sensitive and I often sucked them, also to her pleasure.
"Why can't you climax with me," I asked, "am I doing things wrong?"
It started to bother me that I squirted all over her body without any problem and she couldn't climax.
"I don't know exactly, there's a little voice in my head that stops me," she explained. "I like to finger myself when I have sex with you, but a climax never comes."
She thought it was nonsense that I found it annoying.
"You are having enough sex, don't you?" she asked. "I like it too and I finish it myself later at night".
I've brought the subject up with my friends. They acted very surprised that Fieke didn't climax with me. If I were to believe their stories their sex partners came just by looking at their dicks. So they didn't help me much either. But when I discussed it with Anne, a good friend, I became a little wiser.
"It may be a bit of an odd question," I said to her, "but can I ask you something about how women climax?"
Anne looked at me strangely.
"You have Fieke, don't you?" she said.
"That's exactly why I'm asking. Fieke doesn't climax with me and I wonder why. Previous girlfriends had no trouble with it," I said.
Anne sighed deeply.
"I don't really know why I'm telling you this," she said, "but it works differently for a woman than for a man. You men run after your dicks like cavemen, we women need to feel something more special."
And then she explained to me that to a womans fantasy is just as important as what happens physically.
"If you want her to climax with you, you have to work harder," Anne snapped at me.
That evening I rang the doorbell of Fieke's house four times. We decided a few days earlier that if I rang her doorbell four times, she would be naked and ready for me before I climbed the three flights of stairs to her room. This was the first time and I slowly walked up the stairs. And I unzipped my pants before I arrived. To my surprise I found a fully dressed Fieke standing in front of her bedroom door.
"My mother is here and she doesn't know you exist at all," she said, while kissing me. "Get out of here before I get into trouble. And do up your fly," she hissed. "I'll make up to you tonight, come back at ten o'clock. I'll do anything you want."
"Anything?," I asked.
"Anything," she said, "just disappear for now."
In the background I heard her mother ask what she was doing.
"Nothing, mom, just a housemate who needs something," Fieke replied.
At ten o'clock I was back at Fieke's door. This time I didn't ring the bell but went straight upstairs with my key. She had said she would do everything I asked her to and I was planning to make good use of that. I brought a blindfold especially for that purpose. Arriving at the door of het room I knocked four times and walked in. Fieke jumped up from her desk.
"Quiet," I said to her in a gentle voice, as I walked towards her. "I am here to get what you promised me, I want you to do what I tell you to."
Then I tied the blindfold on her.
"You don't talk tonight but indicate what you think of something with moans," I whispered in her ear.
I started unbuttoning her blouse. She never wore bras and her nipples were sticking out, rock hard. I slowly undressed her until she stood naked in front of me. Then I grabbed my camera and took a few pictures of her. As small as it was, I was completely crazy about that body.
