This is what Sandy's college boyfriend told her about his summer vacation in Europe. When they were back together, they were each pleasantly pleased to discover that the other had learned that there were more ways to make love than just the missionary position. At first, of course, they each were a little surprised at the recognition that the other had obviously gained experience during the summer, but since it was mutual, they accepted it. After some hesitation about admitting that they had enjoyed themselves, they both took delight in telling and hearing about each other's experiences.
The reader may eventually hear about Sandy's experience from someone else's viewpoint.
Oh, all this happened back in the late 1960s. For those who can't remember, "The Joy of Sex" hadn't been published yet, so young people didn't have a guide. Masters and Johnson's "Human Sexual Response" had been, however. Sandy ventured to buy it after doing some things she hadn't ever done. She found it reassuring to discover that she wasn't the only one to enjoy them, but most young people back then were much more naïve about such than even younger teenagers are today.
His story, as he told it to Sandy:
The second morning at the campsite above Florence, Rick and I noticed a couple of girls there. They weren't overly attractive, but attractive enough, above average, and we had only talked to a few Americans in well chaperoned groups. We managed to overhear that they were speaking Dutch, at least, we were sure it wasn't German. When we saw them again in town, on the old bridge with all the shops, Rick spoke to them - you know I am shy - saying that we recognized them from the campsite. They spoke quite good English and seemed pleased to be spoken to, and mentioned that they had also noticed us. That sounded good, and we agreed to continue our sightseeing together.
Of course, we all had already seen Michelangelo's David, but when we happen by there again, the girls snickered and one of them told that they had seen a group of younger American girls staring at him "like they had never seen a naked man before." Rick and I liked that, the oblique suggestion that they had.
So we had a nice day together and finished it at the campsite with one of those oversized bottles of Italian wine, agreeing to meet the next day. And did, another nice day, maybe not the full sightseeing itinerary, but we were all obviously enjoying each other's company. They were students from Rotterdam and seemed more forward than we were accustomed to - not really, just a bit, somehow - and we found that ... uh, ... inspiring. Well, Rick and I had hopes that we might get a little kissie/feelie, not that there had been any pairing off.
When we got back to the campsite after a cheap supper, they said they wanted a shower first, which sounded like a good idea, leaving it unspoken that we would again spend the evening together. I hurried to buy two more big bottles of wine, and then after our showers, we gathered at our tent. When we realized that we only had cups for ourselves, one of the girls suggested that we could all drink from the bottle. The previous evening they had brought their own cups. So we passed the bottle around, which made things a little closer, drinking out of the same bottle and sitting so that we could pass it and - yeah - touching hands, since those bottles are too large to hold well except at the neck. And none of us was avoiding that. On the contrary, the girls seemed to take the initiative about touching more than necessary - well, only the first time, and they didn't seem to mind when Rick and I responded, and ... well, you get the picture.
So we finished the first bottle - really not so much for four people - and agreed to start the second one. Rick and I winked at each other, and I had the impression that the girls may have, too. During the evening, they looked like they were agreeing about something, a couple of times speaking Dutch to each other, and they certainly were being agreeable. Rick and I - during our showers - had wondered if either of them had shown any preference for us - and agreed that we didn't have any. By then, it was dark and late enough to think about going to bed.
The second bottle was passed around a couple of times, exchanging nice glances as we passed it. Then after a nod between the girls, one of them said that she had to go, and the other agreed, and Rick and I had to, too, of course - been holding it to avoid breaking up the party.
We all got up, feeling the wine a bit, and went to the bath/toilet house and did our thing. Of course, we were wondering if the party was going to continue, and if not, how we would break up. The girls took a little longer, and we waited on them. At first we walked back towards our tent, all walking pretty close, and then one of the girls took my hand, just waiting long enough for me to squeeze it, and said so all could hear:
"Why don't we split up?"
Then I noticed that the other one was holding Rick's hand. Just what did she mean, I wondered, but her hand was already suggesting we go in another direction. I squeezed it again before I could find my tongue to reply, hoping that I wasn't sounding surprised when I agreed: "Good idea."
She smiled at me in the dim light and returned my squeeze and led me to their small tent. When we got to it with a couple of more squeezes and smiles, she let go of my hand and stooped down, suggesting that I take off my shoes while she straightened up things in the tent. I did, watching her find a flashlight and then slide one air mattress off the other, and then crawl back on them and roll out a sleeping bag. To my surprise, it was already opened completely, covering both air mattresses. Had they been planning this since their showers?!
She spread out their other sleeping bag across the foot of the bed that she had made. This was going further than I had imagined, expected, hoped! And then - and now ...?!
"Okay," she whispered, smiling at me, and I crawled into the tent. She turned off the flashlight, leaving it very dark after she closed the tent, but I could recognize that she was beginning to get undressed, taking off her blouse, and I took off my shirt; and she started to take off the long pants she had put on for the evening, lying back and slipping them over her hips, and I did pretty much the same, taking off my socks. I lay down, already more than a little aroused in my jockey shorts. Yeah, I was thinking: maybe all those stories about European girls being more liberal really are right, not just guys shooting their mouths off.
I was still expecting her to find a night shirt or something as I recognized that she was taking off her bra. But she didn't. She lay down next to me. I couldn't really see her, but felt her warmth. And then she was moving around, and I could see the silhouette of her legs and her arms, removing her panties!
If she thought I had taken my shorts off together with my pants, they sure had to go now! And did, accompanied by a soft "um-hmm" from her, that could have been a chuckle, but I hoped not. I felt warm enough already, but she then sat up and pulled the other sleeping bag over us, lying back down and finding my hand.
Well, ...! I was glad I wasn't a virgin, thank you [to Sandy], but I didn't know if I would/could live up to her expectations. Those stories seemed more true than I could have imagined.
"Um-hmm," she murmured again, and her hand slid up my arm, and her feet found mine. I brushed her breast with the back of my fingers, brushed her aroused nipple, reassured, at least, that she was also aroused, and she confirmed it with another "um-hmm," her hand now sliding from my shoulder down onto my back. I turned my hand and held her breast - nice. I was thinking something about Dutch dairy products, milk-fed girls, nice round cheeses. She drew us closer, our noses touching.
And, well, ... I felt pretty confident about my skill at kissing, and we did, and they do it about the same way in Europe, at least, she did, which was reassuring, ... and arousing. And she didn't mind feeling that I was, her hand sliding down to hold us even closer together. Yeah, we were soon locked in each other's arms, ... and legs - after kicking back the cover - and I wanted to check out ... - hm-hmm! - the source of Dutch girls' dairy products.
When I started to move my head down, she rolled back, inviting me to. Good! And she liked that. And her hand found my cock, and then after a few moments ... Oh, I did wonder if Rick was also having it so good, even wondered if they had arranged our sleeping bags the same way. What one can suddenly think about in such a situation!
And then after a few moments, her other hand was on my head, seeming to urge it to move further. There was only one thing she could be suggesting, my tongue not just in her belly button. I didn't have any experience with that - we didn't. Why not? But, of course, guys had talked about it, but I couldn't remember anyone that really seemed to have spoken from experience. And then it occurred to me that I didn't have any rubbers, so maybe that - this - was the only solution.
I wasn't going to disappoint her if I could help it; the reputation of all America's manhood resting on my shoulders, or dependent upon my tongue - virginal tongue in this context. When I relinquished her nice nipple, both her hands seemed to urge me to turn around. If she knew what she wanted, did that include ...? Whatever, she wanted me to turn around, and my mouth moved down to her soft hair. Was it as blonde as she was? It sure smelled sexy, and she had opened her thighs.
