Main Characters:
I, Steve, 19 years old, American
My girlfriend, Lotta, 21 years old, is a Swedish girl studying at my college.
Inga-Lill, also known as Lillan, Lotta's mother, 41, Swedish, working as a librarian,
Sten, Lotta's 44-year-old dad, Swedish, a police officer
This is going to be a longer series, I have no idea how many, we'll see what you think. If you like it, I will write, just like the movie "If you build it, he will come" in some strange baseball movie.
If you like it - I will write.
The series is really about my relationship with Lotta's mom, but that doesn't start until part 2.
For you who are new to my stories, I am Swedish myself so English is not my native tongue, so bear with me on grammatical issues or misspellings. Focus on the overall test instead.
In this first part, I will tell you how I, a nerd came to start dating the Captain of the college women's soccer team and a Swedish bombshell no less.
In the next part, we will be in Sweden, at her mom and dad's place, and Lillan's and my forbidden relationships begin.
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Lotta and I met at college, she was this amazing-looking Swedish girl that played soccer, or football as they call it in Sweden. I didn't even know where Sweden was when we met, I mean I've heard about it and so, but, that's about it, I think I've heard of a music group from Sweden, but that was way before my time.
We met in April, with my summer break, and her graduation only six weeks away, but we had an awesome six weeks. After graduation, she was going home to her club in Sweden and continue to play socc.. football for them in the fall. I, however, had two more years to go.
Like all Swedish girls, Lotta was a very attractive girl (and very popular), she was slim but very fit, she was tall, and, of course, blond with blue eyes but, unfortunately, her breast was almost non-existing. Which I didn't like, being a breast man, but the rest was awesome. That's the downside of all the hard training she was going through, non of the girls on the soccer team had any breasts, but half of them were lesbians, so, they didn't even count (for me)
I think we made love every single day for those weeks, knowing that it will all end soon.
Ever since I first saw her, like two years ago, she was one of the girls' "in-group". She was the captain of our very popular soccer team who only dated jocks and never even seemed willing to admit that kids like me existed. The only reason why we even talked (a year later) was that she lived right next door to me and quite often we walked back home together, even though that took a good six months before she felt ok with us being seen together, but I understood, she had her reputation to uphold and couldn't be seen with the likes of me.
I was far from the "in-group", and just as far away from being a jock. I was tall and fairly skinny, wore my light brown hair cut very short, and was quite shy. On the positive side, I was on the President's list and was secretary of the school debating team.
Eventually, Lotta had even grown ok to talk to me, even about stuff that I never thought she would talk to me about. Like guys, relationships, parties, and so on. Before she moved into the house next to mine, I actually thought I'd never talk to her at all, but lately, my shyness and nervousness were gone and I could talk to her just like normal. And I was soooo proud just walking next to her.
Even though Lotta acted like this popular and, to be honest, a little Bimbo-ish, she was fairly intelligent, something I learned from our talks while we walked home after school, and I enjoyed her company. I liked it even more than some of the jocks she used to date were jealous of me. ME...
The friendship grew and one night it happened, after some beer and joint smoking, yes, I did that, don't you fucking judge me, we ended up kissing... Ok, fine, and some more, read on, I'm not gonna tell you all now, how fun would that be?
"You know, Steve, I don't like those muscle-bound oafs," Lotta told as she passed the joint to me.
"I much prefer men with substance; men with intellect, men like you,"
I was flabbergasted, did she really say that? That she preferred men like me?
"You, of all people, understand, don't you?" she'd said, looking very sincere and vulnerable.
"I mean, someone with your intellect and maturity certainly understands that lasting relationships have to be built on more than sex. You do understand what I'm talking about, don't you?"
"Sure," I lied. I had no clue.
Lotta smiled and caressed my face with her slim fingers (it was fairly obvious that she was high), teasing me lightly with her long, red-polished nails.
"I knew you'd understand," she said.
"That's one of the reasons will allow you to kiss me." She said casually and grabbed the joint from me.
"You're different, nothing like the guys I used to date. All they ever wanted was sex."
"Shit, I wouldn't mind a little of that," I thought ruefully.
Then she leaned over and kissed lightly on my mouth. I know what you're thinking, yes it really happened, how or why, I will never know.
At the time I was sporting the biggest, hardest erection he'd ever had in his life. I'd just been kissed by one of the prettiest, and most popular, girls in school and she fucking wanted it. Feeling her lean body rubbing against mine had me to the point where I was afraid I would come in my pants.
After she broke the brief kiss, I mumbled:
"Ah...Jeez...yeah Lotta, I-I understand. You-you're right. I mean, ah...what kind of jerk thinks a relationship can be based on nothing but sex?"
Lotta smiled at me with hazy eyes, I knew she was stoned, but I didn't care, I would take advantage of the situation if the opportunity would arise.
And it did.
"Steve, can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"Are you a virgin?"
