 - Under what circumstances did you experience your first orgasm? How soon did it happened after you had your first sex? Would you give yourself the credit of, or was it your partner's experience or special concurrence of circumstances? Did you remember the first time as something special, or had you stronger sensations in later on?
After finishing school I worked as a lab assistant for a year before joining the college. I had a steady boyfriend by then already, and was more or less happy with my sex life. Not that I really enjoyed it, rather I just felt good, because he liked it and I knew ‘I fulfilled my duty well’. Well, of course, I did feel sexually aroused and all that myself as well.
One day I was sent to the experimental workshop to assist at some testing. The testing was supervised by an engineer technologist, a man who was almost 20 years older than me. My duty was to assist him, so we had to spend a lot of time together, and spoke of a lot of different things when we had nothing to do. He was a very pleasant companion, treated me well, with attention and friendliness. I felt at ease speaking of anything with him.
Once he mentioned his son being a prankster at school, teachers complained he was picking on girls in the class, catching them in dark corners of the cloak room trying to get under their skirts. In return I mentioned my early motorbike experiences. Sharing that made us sort of close to each other immediately.
From speaking of children’s problems we somehow easily switched to the problems of adults. I was never that open with anyone before, and the day just flew like a moment. We continued our conversation the next day, and each word we shared made us closer and closer and we felt sort of united by a common secret we shared. Each day our conversations became hotter and more and more open. I had never felt such joy and excitement with my boyfriend.
Sitting at the desk facing each other, our heads down, pretending to be studying the working drawings, we discussed in the finest details the way I had sex with my boyfriend, how he was ‘having’ his wife and mistresses (which he turned out to have quite a few), how our friends did it, who had what kind of ‘you know what’ and so on… Most of all I wanted those conversations to go on forever. However, I understood that my experience was much smaller than his, but I had to keep telling him something to keep him interested.
Then I decided to make up a story. So, I made up that ‘story of my youth’ about myself and two guys. Nothing like that had happened to me at the time. Not yet. But when I started telling it, I felt that his attitude changed immediately… Before, he treated my stories of sex with my boyfriend condescendingly, often interrupted me saying: ‘Well, to me it happened once that…’
But that time he set all tense, swallowing a lump in his throat now and then, and listened greedily. Seeing his interest, I began to improvise, inventing the dirtiest details on the spot, something I could not even think of before. But most important, while that story was in my head, it made me feel aroused, no more than that.
But as soon as I began to utter those shameless words and details aloud, even in a whisper, and seeing his eyes wide open at that – I felt overwhelmed and carried away by huge waves, and became short of breath… So closer to the end I just stopped, having lost the touch with reality completely… and… I came…
Those ‘Arabic nights’ lasted with us for about half a year. I learned to invent stories easily, that turned us both on big time, and got orgasms practically every time. Moreover, I began to reach orgasm with my boyfriend too – it was enough to just let my imagination run loose a little…
Of course my friend offered me to have sex with him on many occasions, but for some perverted reason I refused him every time. He did not take offence because he appreciated our relationships a lot and always said that after our meetings he felt completely different having sex with his wife too.
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