This is my first contribution. My native language is not English. Please bear over with mistakes and clumsy sentences.
Saturday 15.6. 22.00
- Please, Christian. You haven't done it to me in a week.
She bit her lower lip, as she tended to do when she was unsure of herself.
For the first time in our relationship I had an akward feeling that the chemistry between us was less than perfect. There wasn't really a tension between us this evening but something felt tangled.
I had just come back from two days out of town. My parents and I had attended to the household contents of my dear grandma who just died. Three full large containers of rubbish. Ellen had stayed in town to sit for her final exam.
She had met me at the train station an hour ago. We had her house for ourselves.
Her mom had divorced the summer before. This summer she had decided to stay in Italy with her new boyfriend. For eight long weeks.
In matters of sex it was perfectly normal that Ellen was the one to take initiative. She did so the first time we met and most times since. That was nine months ago. My goal had been to stay a virgin until I married. It was the only logical thing for me. My family is religious and my religious conviction has always been strong. Sadly most people in our part of the world lack that.
When I met Ellen we were both 17. But I hadn't really been watching girls much. Ellen had been watching me for a long time, though. "You were the nicest, smartest and best looking guy in school", she told me later. "You're such a beautiful couple", my grandma used to tell us. True, I suppose. The girls liked the way I looked. I knew that. And everybody seems to think I am a nice guy.
Ellen was very smart and a feminist - by birth so to speak. Her mother was a leading feminist in the 80s and 90s. A very decent woman but I must admit - not just a little dominating.
Ellens personality was the opposite. She was shy, but extremely pleasant, and possessed a unique quiet charm. Sharp edges? I never felt any. She had the most irresistable soft giggle - and dimples! To call her good-looking would be a grave understatement. Her features were lovely, her hair is medium blonde and thick. Always a talented swimmer and gymnast, she had a toned and extremely attractive body. She maintained her shape by going to the gym four times a week.
None of us are very confident persons, I guess. No, definitely we are both shy. Which is one of the reasons we get on so well. We are gentle and patient personalities. Also we are both quite bookish. We are both very serious students and love discussing good books and films (no, not Hollywood!) and we go the theatre.
And we are both extremely interested in human behaviour. Which is the reason why both of us have already marked out our careers. We will start our psychology studies next year.
Our different backgrounds are no problem. Equality, sharing of domestic work... this is self-evident for me. And both Ellen and I are disgusted with the promiscuous lifestyle of many people our age. Nothing is more obvious to us than life long faithfulness. And sex...well it's really quite overrated, isn't it? There are many aspects in a relationship that are way more important.
My vow of being a virgin groom was broken exactly one hour after Ellen and I saw into each other's eyes for the first time. I can't say the sex was great but I never regretted what we did.
Ellen was not a virgin when we met. That never bothered me. At least not much.
- No worries. I will race you to bed.
She smiled a little. She was right. I had been neglecting her. I never had a particularly active sex drive, and grandma's death had been upsetting for me. I got up and kissed her.
When we got to her room Ellen was quick in getting her clothes off. She was on the sheets, her athletic body already naked, when I peeled off my underpants and sat down on the bed.
I stroked the nail of a big toe on one her perfect feet as I admired her body. She giggled a little. Her body was truly amazing. 175 cm (I was 188) and I loved every centimeter. Long, strong legs, the most sexy bum, and firm breasts that looked surprisingly large on a trained body like hers.
I wasn't too proud of my own figure. I was somewhat scrawny, with a flabby rear end. There wasn't much tradition for sports in my family.
I was also a bit nervous. I always am when I am about to have sex. As a matter of fact I don''t get hard easily. Also I know that I am not the biggest guy down there. Even fully hard I am not more than 11 cm at most. Ellen has assured me she doesn't care or notice. And that it suits the sweet, gentle way I make love.
I suppose I am gentle. We kissed and held one another. My penis was half hard. Ellen pulled at it for a couple of minutes with gentle strokes. In the beginning of our relationship she tried to suck me a few times. She noticed that it made me uncomfortable and stopped doing it.
When I was hard enough I quickly got on top of her, and she spread her legs slightly. I guided myself into her; my penis slid in easily, and I started small in and out motions. All the while continuing to kiss her. A few minutes later, I felt the pressure building, and sped up my thrusts. Ellen moved her hips in time with me, making an occasional purring noise. She broke her lips free from mine and whispered "I m not ready... can you.. ". But what happens, happens. I stiffened and ejaculated into her. I rolled off her and started to apologize.
Normally she would have put her finger on my lips and told me that it didn't matter. That the important thing was that we were together and loved each other. Then we would hold each other close and talk a little.
Now Ellen was lying at my side, fondling her hair, seemingly lost in thought. She didn't seem to notice that my hand tried to make contact with her body.
- Mmm Christian...you know what, I got myself a job this morning.
- You did! That's great! What kind of job?
We had planned for a holiday in Greece in late August. My parents didn't like that much, I knew. But they loved Ellen and had come to respect our blooming relationship very much. I was the youngest of four, so my older siblings had no doubt paved way for me. "It's 2009 after all", mom said. Amazing. My old folks surprised me and impressed me.
But the restaurant that had promised Ellen a summer job suddenly closed in. Her mother's economy was in a bad state. She had herself lost her job five months earlier and was still unemployed. I told Ellen that she could loan the money from me. I could even pay for both of us! "Please Christian, you know I could never. I wasn't brought up like that".
And jobs were scarce this summer. We almost had given up.
- Well it's really a home help job.
She seemed uneasy.
- Good enough! Employed by the township?
- No, private.
- Oh? Well, sounds good.
Few people have private home services here. She added hastily:
- It's 15-20 hours a week. For 2 months, until his regular home help returns. The employer is very busy. He's got business connections all over the world.
I will clean, cut the grass, wipe the windows, dust, do the laundries... you know. See that the fridge is full when he returns. And that there is enough booze.
She giggled a little.
- And yes also, the reason why he chose me is that I through my summer jobs in the restaurant have some experience with organizing birthday parties, summer parties for offices etc. He will throw two or three parties this summer and he will give me the main responsibility.