The true experience stories are being shared, so I wanted to share one of my... distinctive... experiences. I am a little bit scared actually, but I believe it will be worth it. It is completely real.
I believe I will have to give a little bit background first, for you to get my true emotional motivations. I will try to keep them as short as possible, not to bore you to death with my life. I want to do this because emotion, in my humble opinion, is what makes a man's sex different than an animal's.
I grew up with my grandparents. Mother and father divorced. They were far, but they helped every now and then. I grew up a little bit shy, and romantic to an extreme, thanks to childhood books I have read. Grandpa dies timeless, Grandma gives in to Alzheimer, I have to take care of her and study for the university exam. It's tough times, but it turns out fine, I get enough points in the exam to study Veterinary in a far city university. Till then, I had fallen in love only once, and the girl did not even know it. Being extremely naive and shy and innocent does not help.
In university I grow up. I begin to experience things which my friends learnt several years ago. I turn out to be a stronger man, learning everything the hard way. I decide to live my years in this god-forsaken city as active as I can. So I go into acting club.
It turns out I am a natural about acting. The first year our play shines, the second year my teachers want me to teach to newcomers. The third year I meet her. And now my hands begin to shake as I write.
We are in a dinner for two of the university clubs: acting club and classical music club. We eat and I am happy, nice people gathered in a nice dinner. I make jokes, my friends laugh. I catch a laughter that I do not know. Look around: she is right there in the next table, listening to my jokes. When our eyes meet, she keeps smiling, but she looks away. I notice she does not eat meats in her dish, only the potatoes. I lean and ask if she is a vegetarian. She says yes.
"Well, I am a carnivore. May I have your meat?"
"Of course, here you are."
She leans over to my table, pushes the meat to my dish with her fork. She is in a black dress. I am in love.
"It's the law of the nature" I say. "Hunters eat meat, prey eats vegetables. You should chose wisely."
She smiles. I smile back.
Next month she joined the acting club. she was already good. We choose a new play, her and me in lead roles. Whenever we work on the play together, I feel dizzy. Not so much of romance between our characters. But yet, something builds up between us, slowly and nicely.
But people look at me with strange looks. She is... quite different. Dark hair, dark eyes. Keeps people away from her. She walks as if she is danger itself. People make fun of her. And I am drawn close to her. One day... that's completely another story... we share a kiss that never ends.
I find out why she is so different after this. She is trouble itself. Has a trial going on. Accused of thievery and even being a terrorist. Me? I always thought of myself as the hero, the knight in shining armor. Because the books said so. The books that saved me and ruined me in the same time. And people talked about her as if she was the demon princess. Too late. Love.
The play shines again. We are called form another university which is about 800 km. far. But the play was so good our university rector decided to sent us, paying all the travel costs. He rents a bus, fills it with gas, and we move out. All 30 or so students of the acting club.
We sit next to each other, naturally. We talk alot. Everyone in the bus talks alot. We sing. We read poems. We play short plays. Laughter. Joy.
Night comes. People begin to sleep. Lights go out. The humming of the bus is like a lullaby. She is under my arm, her head on my chest, I know she hears my heartbeat. I caress her hair slowly. I fill my lungs with her smell. Our seats are in the middle of the bus, right opposite to the middle door. Then it happens.
She is sleepy, and her hand lands between my legs, right over my manhood. I gulp.
It begins to grow up. slowly, but with unstoppable strength. I knew the bus ride was going to be a long one, so I am in my sweetsuits. So she is. She feels it in her palm. Squeezes it lightly. I am breathless. We were new, we had little sex experience together, and my mind races. Then my reasoning goes away. I pull her overcoat from the suitcase under our legs and cover us both with it. She knows what I am into. Staring my eyes, her mouth slightly open, she puts her hand inside my clothes.