My First Time:

 I grew up on the love poetry of Pasternak and Pushkin but my school girl dreams ended when I used a flashlight under the bedcovers to read “Lady Chatterly’s Lover.”  I don’t know how, but my fingers found their way between my thighs and I liked how it felt.  Later when I met my best friend Katie, I learned I had, had, my first orgasm.

 Katie was earning some money by posing nude for this American that had moved to our city.  She dragged me to meet him.  When we arrived I was scared to death but it was so interesting.  I had never met an American before.  I have never traveled and hadn’t met any foreigner  before.  Hearing about life in a far off land that I only know from MTV and movies excited me.  Katie grabbed me and started fondling and undressing me in front of the American.   She was goofing on me of course and I dropped to the floor laughing from her tickling.