"Of course, dear. And if you have any questions about anything, just ask me. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some cakes in the oven."
As the older woman's heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs, Erik turned to the excited redhead. "Well, do you like it?" he asked.
"Oh, I love it!" Jill cried. "I, I can't thank you enough, Mr… uh… Erik."
"My pleasure," he said, thinking that when he managed to get into her hot little pussy he'd be amply repaid for all his efforts. But not too fast! he cautioned himself. I'll wait until she wants it, and that shouldn't be very long if I'm clever about it. His restlessly stirring penis gave a little lurch, creating a noticeable bulge in his tight-fitting trousers. Somehow this voluptuous yet naive young American girl whom he planned to seduce excited him much more than his many Danish girl friends, all of whom were more than willing to go to bed with him whenever he pleased.
"Now how about seeing something of the town? We can have lunch, and then I'll show you one of those porno shops you mentioned."
Jill only hesitated for an instant, then nodded. "Okay, but just let me get out of these clothes, I feel all dirty and rumpled. I'll just be a moment."
Quickly tugging open the small suitcase which Erik had lugged up the stairs for her, the attractive young redhead pulled out a clean skirt and underwear and hurried into the kitchen. She stood naked before the sink, waiting for the water to run hot and listening to the foreign sounds of three youngsters yelling to one another in Danish from the courtyard below. How strange everything was! She didn't feel at all like her usual self. Just the very idea of visiting a pornography shop with a near-stranger would have been unthinkable to hear back in New England – though, of course, it was necessary now for her research, and she was grateful not to have to go into a shop alone.
Even stranger was the fact that she was allowing herself to undress in an apartment with a man just beyond the door. She'd never thought she'd do that again, not after what had happened to her the last time, but somehow she felt so differently here in Denmark that even this seemed all right.
That other time… that other time… the thought reverberated in her mind and she felt herself drifting backward in time…
It had happened two months ago, at the little college in New England that now seemed so far away that Jill wasn't quite sure it really existed. She'd come home late from her gymnastics class, and had just finished her shower when Jeff, her ex-boyfriend, arrived for their date to hear a lecture being given by a visiting Supreme Court judge.
Unthinkingly, she answered the door in her robe, and immediately realized it was a bad mistake when Jeff grabbed at her with unaccustomed ardor and kissed her on the lips.
"Wow!" he whistled. "You ought to answer the door like this more often!"
"I'll be ready in a moment," Jill replied coolly, attempting to pull away from his strong embrace and escape to the bathroom.
"Don't rush, baby, I like you fine just like this!" he leered. "Jeff! What's the matter with you tonight?"
"What's the matter? You're the matter, Jill. You're so Goddamn sexy sometimes that it drives me insane not to be able to touch you!"
"We've discussed this matter before, Jeff," she said sternly, still trying to pull away from him.
"Yeah, sure we have, but I still don't hear any satisfactory answers," the frustrated young law student retorted. "Are you going to marry me or not? If you are, then what are we waiting for? Honestly, Jill, I can't take this frustration much longer…"
"I've told you before that I don't want to think about marriage until I have my degree," the scantily-clad redhead answered. "I enjoy being with you, but I don't want to get too serious."
"But, damn it all, if you won't marry met then at least you could really enjoy being with me. You must be the only senior on this campus who's still a fucking virgin!"
"That's not true! There are plenty of other girls around here who believe that a woman should be pure for her husband. And if sex is as fantastic as you say, then surely it's worth waiting for." She spoke more vehemently than she'd meant to, trying to deny the unwanted thrills of pleasure that shot through her body as her boy friend's hands massaged the supple flesh close to her sensitive breasts.
Jeff thought he could detect a slight relaxation of the redhead's voluptuous body, and decided to soften his tactics. "You know I don't want to fight with you, honey. I do understand how you feel, but I just can't believe you're right. It feels so good to touch your beautiful body, how can it be wrong?"
Jill shook her damp curls confusedly, not quite sure of herself and tweaked teasingly at the tiny nipples. "It's just wrong…" she finally muttered.
"But there's nothing wrong with a little kiss, is there?" the excited college man asked in a soft, convincing tone, pulling her down on the narrow bed beside him without releasing his hold on her lushly ripened breasts. It I can just get her hot enough, he plotted, maybe she'll let me go all the way. She just has to, or I'm going to cum right in my jeans.
Jill felt his long moist tongue prodding insistently into her own unresisting mouth. Almost without knowing what she was doing, she found her own meeting his, and stabbing lewdly into his warm mouth, sending rampant thrills of intense desire coursing through her entire half-naked body. Even though she knew she ought to stop him now before he got too excited, Jill just couldn't seem to make the effort. Just another minute more, she promised herself. Then I'll stop him.
But one minute became five, and before she knew what was happening she was lying below Jeff's muscular body on the bed. Somehow he'd managed to undo the loose robe she had been wearing and was kissing her nakedly quivering breasts, first one and then the other, his hard hot tongue spiking her nipples to a tingling erection that sent electric surges of sensation running from the tips of her bare toes to the top of her skull.
"No, Jeff, no… we mustn't… we… Mmmmmmmmmmhhhhh!" The innocent college girl's weak protests melted into a groan of ecstasy as his strong teeth fastened on her left, biting first softly, then harder as his hands continued to squeeze at the firm flesh of her ripe young breasts.
"God, Jill, your tits are so soft… so warm! They feel so good!"
The aroused redhead shook her head mutely, not wanting to admit even to herself that his depraved sucking of her excitedly tingling breasts felt good. "No, Jeff, we… we have to stop!" she managed to say in an unconvincing voice which the boy completely ignored.
His hands were running down along her rib cage now, caressing the flat silken flesh of her belly, and then – oh God no! – entwining themselves in the forbidden "vee" of her pubic hair. Jill knew she had to do something fast, but when she tried to speak the words somehow changed to a moan of helpless pleasure.
"Ooooooooooh, ahhhhhh," she moaned in mindless bliss as his finger stroked along the sensitive wet slit of her virginal little pussy and rubbed in teasing circles around the quivering bud of her clitoris. Oh God! She's done this same thing to herself dozens of times in the past, but not once had it ever felt as good as this!
For a moment Jill's mind cleared, and she gasped out, "No! Stop! Stop!" but it was no use. His lewd titillating finger merely swirled across the erect clitoris even more eagerly, then pushed through the moistened lips of her pulsing vagina. I can't let him do this, it's wrong terribly wrong! her mind cried in silent warning. But her body, as though following the commands of a brain of its own, began to twitch and squirm in helpless abandon, and her long legs spread wider to give him freer access to her wet, throbbing pussy.
"Can't wait any longer, baby," Jeff groaned, jerking his finger roughly from her heated vaginal flesh and hurriedly unzipping his jeans. "Gotta fuck you now!"