His sudden withdrawal from her hotly pulsating cunt and the obscene words he uttered so shocked the young co-ed that she didn't realize he had unfastened his fly until she felt the urgently pulsing cock-head pressed against her naked thigh. Then she shuddered, jolted at last from her unwanted erotic arousal.
"NO! NO! YOU CAN'T!" Jill cried out, as she stiffened her body and tried to move away from him, clamping her thighs together in an involuntary motion of protection.
"Open your legs!" Jeff gasped, clawing cruelly at the tender flesh of her inner thighs with talon-like fingers. "Goddamn it, Jill, I can't wait! Open your legs!"
"Nooooooooo! Get away, get away from me!" the now-frightened girl wailed in near-hysteria. "NO! Nooooooooooo!" The voluptuous redhead's tight-pressing thighs had trapped his invading penis between them, but her fear-tensed muscles squeezing this blood-inflated cock-head only served to enflame his already uncontrollable lust for her.
Jill felt her boy friend's body buck and jerk above her own nakedly cringing loins, felt his long hard penis ramming back and forth between her tightly clamped thighs, heard obscenities spew from his mouth in incoherent gasps. Then, much to her horror, his wildly throbbing cock began spurting out gushes of hot thick sperm all over her trembling thighs. Jill lay completely still, trying desperately to suppress the strange sensation of regret that spread throughout her unsatisfied body. Thank God I stopped him before something awful happened, she told herself, and by the time Jeff raised himself off her body to glare at her in undisguised anger, she'd succeeded in convincing herself that this was what she really felt.
"Goddamn it, Jill!" Jeff exclaimed, rising to his feet with his rapidly deflating penis still held in one hand. "What the hell did you make me do that for?"
"Why don't you go get a towel and clean up the mess you've made," she replied in a cold voice.
"You bitch!" he raged. "You frigid cock-teasing bitch!"
"If that's the way you feel about me, then maybe you'd better leave," she said, close to tears as she rose from the rumpled bed and drew her robe tightly around her swollen and suddenly aching breasts.
"You bet your life I'm leaving! I'd rather be with a five-buck whore than a cold slab of meat like you!" He glared at her with what seemed to be a burning hatred as he yanked up his jeans and started for the door.
"And don't bother coming back!" Jill defiantly called after him, Jeff's harsh words wounding her more deeply than she would ever admit.
"That'll be a pleasure, baby!" he yelled over his shoulder as he slammed the door behind him.
Hot stinging tears sprang to Jill's green eyes as she listened to Jeff's footsteps clattering down the stairs and heard his motor gunning and tires squealing as he sped away. Steeling herself against the tremors of frustration that now were shaking and rippling through her body, she took a second shower, downed some sleeping pills, and fell into a restless sleep.
She'd seen Jeff only once after that evening – at the International Law exam. Jill turned immediately away when she saw he was sitting next to a petite blonde nicknamed "Hot Pants Susie". Good riddance she told herself, forcing back the unexplained hot tears that fell, one after another, on her examination paper…
With a jolt of surprise, Jill realized that she'd been standing in her new kitchen staring with unseeing eyes at the running tap for over a minute. Quickly picking up her washcloth, she began sponging her body with vigorous strokes as if she were trying to scrub away the disturbing memories. All that's in the past, the twenty-two year old redhead told herself firmly. Now you're here in Denmark, starting a new life, and you won't make the mistake of trusting a man and letting him get too close to you again. This thought reassured her, and by the time she'd pulled on her white cotton brassiere, bikini panties, and her clean navy blue checked mini-skirt and navy top, she was humming a little tune to herself.
Erik, who had been peering through the bead-curtained doorway leading from the kitchen to the main room with great curiosity while the voluptuous naked American girl stood as if in a trance before the sink, had prudently moved back from the doorway and was staring out the front windows when Jill reappeared.
"You look lovely," he said, smiling warmly at the pretty redhead. But in his mind's eye he was seeing not her neatly clad body, but the white-skinned, gracefully curving buttocks and firm youthful thighs that he'd watched in the kitchen five minutes ago. Goddamn, this girl was really fantastic! He thanked his lucky stars for having been fortunate enough to sit next to something as nice as this on the SAS flight, rather than the overweight businessman or talkative little old lady he usually encountered on airplanes.
"Come on, let's go. I'm dying for a real Danish beer after two weeks in New York. Let's have lunch first, then go see that porno shop, all right?"
"Sounds wonderful," Jill agreed. She was feeling in high spirits, her unpleasant memories canceled out by the fact that Erik hadn't tried to bother her while she was dressing in the kitchen. European men must be different, she thought thankfully. Erik seemed to be a real man, not a silly college boy like Jeff had been.
They made their way down the steep stairway and out into the bright sunshine.
"That's the library," Erik gestured toward a new, three-story building across the street. "They have lots of books in English too, magazines and other things. Come on, let's walk that way. It's no use taking the car, there'll be no place to park it."
Jill looked around her in wide-eyed fascination as they strolled down the cobblestone street lined on either side by small shops interspersed with large buildings that Erik told her belonged to the university. It all seemed clean and peaceful, and she knew that she was going to like living in Copenhagen. They came to a small canal where several old women were vending fresh fish, turned a corner and found themselves at a restaurant.
Inside it was dark and cozy with wooden tables crowded with people and a delicious smell of cooking food. Jill suddenly realized that she was ravenously hungry and thirsty.
"Two Elephants," Erik said to the waiter in Danish.
"Elephants?" Jill laughed. "Did you really ask for two elephants?"
"That's a kind of beer," he explained with a smile. "You'll like it, I think."
Jill did indeed like it. She gulped it down quickly, and Erik immediately ordered two more bottles with their meal, a giant plate of Tartar Steak – which was only raw meat ground up and topped with onions, capers, and a raw egg.
"We say in Denmark that this raw meat makes you sexy," Erik said, glancing hungrily at Jill's full upthrust breasts pressing enticingly against the thin fabric of her cotton shirt.
The auburn-haired girl was too dizzy from the two powerful beers to be offended by his remark, as she normally would have been, and just smiled absentmindedly.
"Another beer before we go?" the attractive blond man suggested, ordering them before she had time to object.
By the time the couple left the restaurant, Jill was feeling more relaxed than she had in months. She was unused to alcohol, and the three unexpectedly strong beers had made her half-drunk. Now the prospect of visiting a porn shop seemed pleasurable rather than an ordeal. It would be fun!
The restaurant was only a couple blocks from something that Erik called the "Walking Street", a mile-long pavement lined with shops where no cars were allowed. Thick crowds milled down the street, and many cafes and restaurants had seats out on the sidewalk where people basked in the sun, watching the parade of pedestrians Jill immediately spotted three large signs reading, "Sexy Shop", "Porno World", and "Sex Land". Born and bred in rural New England, the young woman had never been exposed to pornography in all her twenty-two years. Somehow she'd imagined that pornography shops like this were only found in dark slum-quarter streets, and she was relieved to find that this store was right in the center of town, flanked by an expensive jewelry shop on one side and a bakery on the other. Even more relieved by the fact that none of the passers-by seemed to take any notice of the sex shop's customers, she followed Erik though the doors of "Porno World".