Ch. 17

After a while, completely calmed down and cuddled up to me, she said to me: "Where did you get that from? That was breathtaking in the truest sense of the word. I really believed I would just explode now." Obviously satisfied with myself, I smiled and replied: "Do you really want to know? I would be uncomfortable with confession." With an almost sardonic grin, she replied: "Sure, if you are uncomfortable, I definitely want to know", and stuck her tongue out at me a bit. In order not to look so miserable, I tried to form an explanation in my head.

Without any warning or even hint of it, she reached into my crotch with her right hand and grabbed me at my most sensitive spot, which was not exactly calm and small due to the caresses that were just spread out. After a happy "Mhmmm", she played more energetically: "I'll break it if you don't confess right away."

Only Lars and David stood by me at the time, but I didn't really know them that well until then. I wasn't really aware of why they were doing it. They told me much later that they couldn't accept such behavior, after all, nobody is forced to lose their innocence at the age of 15 or 16. After all, it should be a nice experience and not just made to be done. That impressed me a little. " After all, it should be a nice experience and not just made to be done. That impressed me a little. " After all, it should be a nice experience and not just made to be done. That impressed me a little. "

I deliberately took a little break here and lowered my gaze because I knew that if I continued to tell, I was running the risk of being completely defenseless. Strangely, I wasn't so afraid of the thought, but I was still a bit uncomfortable. So I looked around and made sure there was no one around. But before I could continue, Steffi seemed to register something in my behavior that had unsettled her. Meanwhile, she let go of my best piece and instead put her hand on mine and squeezed it a little. As if she suspected that I was about to reveal something that might make her grip on my crotch seem somehow wrong. With a voice that was not only muffled but also a little shaky with fear, I now continued: "Since then, I haven't had the opportunity to experience it because I was always afraid of having to admit that I had never done it before Especially with regard to the fact that at my age this is probably no longer the normal thing to do today. " I couldn't look her in the eye, because it was obvious that the fear overcame me more than my usual self-confidence.

Fighting with myself inside on the one hand because I revealed myself to her and on the other hand the fact that I expected a reaction like back then at any moment, I fixed my gaze on the sand in front of me, waiting for her to strike a devastating verbal blow . I only noticed that she took her hand from mine and put it under my chin to slowly lift my head so that I could look into her eyes, which I didn't want with a mixture of fear and shame. "Look at me, please, Mark." Her voice sounded resolute, so I couldn't help it, but, and that was the decisive factor in my decision to look at her directly, it didn't sound like mockery, mockery or that she was about to start laughing.

When I fixed her eyes, I was almost in tears for fear of losing her somehow. Then she said something that made me completely perplexed: "Do you seriously think I am lying here with you because I think you are a sex stud or even a stallion? Do you think my decision to be with you is based purely on sexual desire for you? Listen now please to me very carefully. " Her voice sounded different, not reproachful, but rather a little offended. "During the time in which we now know each other, you gave me more than the one or the other with whom I slept. Yes, I admit it, I've gained a little experience. But, and now perk up your ears, honey , none of these men

She noticed that I was a little tense, unsure whether she was serious or whether it was more of a hidden mockery. She seemed to understand and went on calmly: "Gosh, you verbally gave me the same incomparable orgasm as you did with your fingers and your kisses." She looked at me but couldn't find any improvement in my facial expressions as I still wasn't sure what to make of it. So she loosened up a bit and then said in a calm tone: "Ok, since you seem to have just lost some of your intelligence, to put it a bit clumsily. You fucked my brain more than once and those were by far the best orgasms so far any times." She started to grin, hoping that now I finally understood

I understood, very well. Before I got the idea to say anything, she kissed me briefly, but no less passionately. "It took me a long time to finally bring you to my side. I won't let you go so easily anymore," she said in a short pause. "And with me you can also experience what has not yet worked with the others. I will neither judge you for it, nor will I laugh or do anything that could burden us or even bring us apart. Make a note of that or I will write it in mirror writing on your forehead so you have to read it every morning. " She started to laugh.

Visibly and clearly relieved about the whole thing, to finally have told someone about it, I started laughing. I hugged and pressed her a little closer to me to be able to whisper a quiet "Thank you" in her ear, which she answered with "Always happy". I kissed her on the forehead before we lay down in the shallow water and practically let us drift.