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Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Andre got up, failing to penetrate. I reflexively grabbed my negligee and covered my naked body. From my lying position I can see through the wide windowpane, someone standing in front of the door. Mr. Sakir had invited my husband to report this morning. I move to pick up my bra and CD, but Andre prevents me by putting his index finger to his lips. Then, almost silently, he laid me back down, opened my thighs wide, and began to insert his penis and thrust.
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I had to cover my mouth with my palm and tried desperately not to sigh, let alone whimper. In fact, Andre's pumping was delicious to enjoy while sighing, moaning, whimpering, even screaming! What can be made, the conditions do not allow it. It was also strange. We were enjoying sex, while a few meters away, someone was waiting, occasionally knocking on the door, not knowing what we were doing. Didn't know? I don't know, finally Andre reached orgasm while my orgasm was not optimal, because it was not "released", I had to close my mouth. It's okay, we'll do it again tonight anyway. I quickly picked up my clothes that were scattered on the floor, then entered the room. Andre met Mr. Sakir with only a towel wrapped around his waist, as if he was preparing to take a shower...
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Readers, let me flash-back first, so that you can get a full picture of me. My teenage years were quite pleasant. I was well known in the school environment, especially the boys, because I was easy to get along with. Out of many guy friends, some of them had expressed their love for me, or asked me to be their girlfriend. But all of them I answered the same, just friends, I don't want to get attached yet. They say I look like Adinda, the one who likes to hang out with Bagito as a guest star.
"But you're sexier," they said. Sexy what? They didn't want to say it frankly. Finally, I found out for myself. When I'm out and about, in the mall or movie theater, or walking from the bus stop to my house and vice versa, if I pass a guy, I notice that they, especially adult guys, after looking at my face their eyes go straight to my chest. Maybe it's the shape of my chest that makes them say I'm sexy?
At first, I did not realize my "advantage". It was the same shape as most breasts, two twin spheres. But after almost every guy's eyes were directed here, I noticed, what was it that attracted their attention? The size perhaps. If our group of girls after school went to the mall to stop by the lingerie-corner, the bra I bought was indeed the biggest number. Realizing this, I became more careful in wearing tops. If it's not necessary, I rarely wear tops that are tight, because the twin bulges are more obvious, even though the bras I choose are thin..
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Our house is often visited by students who want to board, rent a room, or rent. Father never accepted them.
"It's a liability," I'd say. "I only have one extra room."
Until one day Father was forced to rent out the empty room, because it was requested by Father's friend who lived in Bandung for his son, Didin. Didin was a year away from finishing college. I was still in junior high school. When Didin finished college and left home to move to Jakarta, the room was filled again by the son of my father's friend who lived in Salatiga, Steven was his name. I entered high school.
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At first there was nothing between Steven and me. I started to get interested because Steven, as a boarding student, was willing to help my father, mother and me, besides the fact that he was smart. I felt like I was getting a private tutor for Math, Physics and Chemistry. Steven always had time for me when I asked him questions about homework in those three subjects. His explanations were even better than my teacher's, easy to understand. I was free to go in and out of his room. It was common to find Steven only in his shorts in his room. Sometimes Steven also came into my room, with my permission. Once Steven came into my room and we chatted while I kept my arms folded across my chest. I had just finished showering and hadn't had time to put on a bra, just a t-shirt. I and the rest of the house thought of us as brother and sister. Strangely, when Steven was on semester break and went home, I felt lonely, I missed his presence. On the other hand, when a schoolmate (a boy) came over, Steven's face showed his displeasure. Until one day, it turned out that Steven considered me not just a younger brother..
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That afternoon we were discussing a complicated Physics homework problem in his room. I stared at the problem, not knowing what to make of it, while Steven was busy going through his reference books. I found his lecture notes. We scrutinized the partially blurred handwriting, so that our faces were very close together.
"Found it!" shouted Steven in excitement, then suddenly he kissed my cheek. I was momentarily shocked and stunned. The feel of Steven's lips on my cheek just now was felt inside my chest, pounding. Steven also seemed to be surprised at his own impudence. His sharp eyes looked at me. Then his hand stroked my cheek where he had kissed me earlier. Then his hand moved to my chin, he lifted my chin. I was still stunned, not reacting. Even when he looked down to bring his face closer to mine. The next second his lips were on mine. I felt strange. Never before had a man kissed me on the lips. I pushed his shoulder until the kiss broke. For some reason, I wanted to get angry. Steven knew the situation, he quickly held my hand and apologized.
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"Sorry Dinda.." was all that came out of his mouth.
"Why are you so brave?"
"Because I love you, Adinda..I'm sorry..". Why should I be angry? His words just now didn't surprise me. I had expected it from his behavior all this time, so attentive to me. Honestly, I'm starting to love him too.
"Okay deh Mas, Adinda forgives me."
"I love you."
"Yes, you know."
"What's your answer, Adinda?" I was silent. It was hard to say, 'I love you too'. Not a word came out of my mouth.
"Adinda...?"
"I don't know Mas.." I said, but I rested my head on Steven's chest. Then Steven kissed my lips again, this time I didn't resist, but was still passive. As I felt the pleasure radiating to my head, I began to return the kiss. Steven was getting more and more excited..
That afternoon I felt my first kiss.
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