For the proper context, it would be useful to read Men's Paradise, Men's Paradise Episode 02, Men's Paradise Episode 03 and Men's Paradise Episode 04. It would also be useful to remember that the social mores of the early 60s were much more conservative than what they are today.
After an hour or so, the coach reached the border control. Exit procedures were smoothly done and we were on our way again. Lowering the back of my seat to its maximum, I snuggled down for the long ride home. Failing to fall asleep, I started reflecting on the enjoyable time that I had just spent with Lily and Jasmine. And in thinking about the two sisters, it struck me that they had been my third and fourth virgins. Reminiscing, I recalled my first two. Irene had been my very first while my wife was my second. So I have had four virgins so far. Even though not a record, I still felt it was not that bad a score for a man to have experienced.
Irene and I grew up as neighbors staying in houses which were next to one another. A link-fence separated our houses but there was a small side gate which allowed access and it was never locked. Irene's house had a small garden but there were hardly any plants as her parents were too busy working. My house also had a small garden and it was filled with all sorts of flowering plants that my mother lovingly looked after.
I first met Irene when she was four years old. I was then five years old. Actually, I was only older than Irene by six months as I had just turned five while she had celebrated her birthday about six months ago. Her family had moved into that neighboring house which had not been occupied for about a year. Like me, Irene only had one elder sister and no other siblings. As our ages were so much closer, Irene and I often played together and we spent many happy hours enjoying the games, activities and interests that all children tend to spend their time on.
The age of television and internet had yet to be with us then and all we had for entertainment was radio-listening and going to the cinema for a film-show. Besides playing with one another, we celebrated our birthdays and those of mutual friends and had gone to a few barbeques and picnics. Over our growing years, I had been to two dozen or so film-shows with her. The first few film-shows we went with her sister or with my sister but soon we found that we were going to them on our own. I guess our sisters had other interests and found baby-sitting their siblings too much of a chore.
Fast forwarding, I was nineteen and having completed high school, I had started working for about 6 months at a nearby store. I got on well with the couple who owned that store and was allowed to drive the delivery van home in the evening on working days. For the week-ends, I had the van after 1pm on Saturday. For a young man, believe me, having a set of wheels was quite something even though it was only a delivery van.
Irene, who was eighteen, was in the last few months of her final year of high school. As she was busy preparing for the final examinations, she spent less time with me and I was left to find my own amusement. So it was to my surprise when one Saturday afternoon, Irene called to me from her window. On my approach, she told me that she needed a few earthworms for her Biology class.
"That's no problem. We have plenty of them over here as my mother feeds her plants with compost. I can dig up some for you. Would half a dozen be enough?" I replied.
Irene smiled and replied, "That will do fine. But I think I will come over to do the digging myself as I could do with a break after all the studying. Will it be alright if I come over in the evening when it is not that hot?"
"Sure." I replied and added, "See you then."
While waiting for Irene, I was relaxing in my house and thinking about her. Though still a virgin then, a total innocent I was not. I had talked with some of my more experienced friends and had some knowledge about sex. They had unreservedly shared with me their experiences of deflowering their girlfriends. However, what I knew was all theoretical with the exception of masturbating for self-relief. The raging glands and hormonal urges of youth accelerated my interest about sex and I was constantly thinking and dreaming about fucking and wondering what it would be actually like.
Then, just a few weeks ago, this curiosity about sex became even more intense by what I accidentally saw. I had unexpectedly come home earlier one day and on letting myself into a supposedly empty house, heard groans and moans and the sound of creaking furniture. These I traced to my sister's room but the door was closed.
Driven by curiosity, I went out to the side of the house. Here there was a window and it was not fully closed. Approaching quietly, I was shocked when I caught sight of my elder sister and her boyfriend lying fully naked on her bed. He was lying on top of her and her folded thighs were spread with her feet resting on his hips. From the rapid up and down thrusting movements of his buttocks and the groaning and moaning that was coming from my sister, it was clear that they were engrossed in fucking one another. This was the first time that I had seen actual fucking taking place and I was tempted to stay and see what they were doing but the fear of discovery made me decide to move away. Quietly, I left my sister and her boyfriend to enjoy their coupling.
Aroused, I rushed to the bathroom and a quick hand-job provided the relief that I badly needed. Since then, I have been hungering for a chance to experience sex myself but have had to satisfy myself with hand-jobs. I yearned for the day that Irene and I could go beyond just close friendship and do what my sister and her boyfriend had been doing.
I was aroused from my reverie when I heard the tinkle of the bell that was fixed on that side gate between our houses. Getting up, I went out and saw Irene just coming over. She was dressed in a loose-fitting house-dress and had a spoon in one hand while the other was holding a cup.
"Hi. I have been waiting for you. Even thought that you changed your mind about coming over," I said to her.
"Sorry. I lost track of time," she replied with an apologetic smile.
I took her spoon from her and gave her a gardening trowel instead. As she looked wonderingly at me, I told her that the gardening trowel would serve her purpose much better than that spoon. Leading the way, I brought her to a plant where fresh compost had been recently added. Telling her that we were likely to get worms in that area, I squatted down and started digging into the compost. Irene chose a spot a short distance from me and squatted down. And as she did so, the bottom of her loose-fitting house-dress billowed with its hem finally falling across her knees. In that squatting position, the hem of her loose-fitting house-dress did not stay on her knees for long and soon slid down her thighs.
