My Novice Lover: My Erotic Adventures, Book 1

By Adventurous Sharon

Sharon has just turned eighteen and is finally free to explore the world...and her sexuality.
She'd always wanted to travel to the Middle East, and a volunteer trip to Israel will prove to be her ticket to that part of the world and all kinds of mischief and sensual adventure.
Things heat up as she volunteers at an agricultural boarding school attended by many young immigrants, and she finds herself fixated on the black students. Despite being an American girl, she's never actually experienced a black man. But, these boys aren't experienced in the ways of love. As a volunteer at the school, it's up to Sharon to tutor them in the ways of sensual pleasure.
Just how much trouble can one white American girl get into? Find out!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Adventurous Sharon
• Release date: Sep 6, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370799107

Adventurous Sharon

An adventurer and a progressive humanist, Sharon shares different cultural worlds and raises two little, interracial, and beautiful children. She is a staunch believer in a world of difference and lives by it. She holds a Bachelor's degree in English Literature. She enjoys reading, writing, running, and cooking for her adorable children. Sharon has been writing since she was 10. My Erotic Adventures series is the first of her works that she has decided to share with the world. She may release her other works in the coming future.

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My Novice Lover

My Erotic Adventures, Book 1

Adventurous Sharon

Copyright©2016 by Adventurous Sharon

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Dedication

For adventurers who explore new realms; for those young persons who love meeting their peers from different places and cultures; for those who love humanity and good sex.

Table of Contents

Title

Author’s Note

Free at Last

Teaching Him

My Guardian

An Offer of a Threesome

A Crown of Leaves

Lessons Learned

Trust

Milking It

Farewell Gifts

Apologies in the Air

Author’s Note

Dear reader,

Before you start, I want you to note the following: I enjoy the freedom of being straightforward in my writing. I see it as my birthright not to be politically correct. Thanks to the Internet and the virtual world, I am not bound to the conventions of traditional publishing.

Therefore, if you are a proper language enthusiast, or you opt not to enjoy these freedoms as I do, you may want to stop here.

Warning: if you are under 18, discontinue right away. The book includes descriptions of explicit sex and sexual activity.

Important to note: names, characters, and places are fictitious and must not be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events and persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Free at Last

That was it. I was eighteen at last, excited to be leaving high school. I finally had the freedom to do what I wanted. Graduating with one of the highest grade averages in my class, I effortlessly secured a place at my dream university—New York State, majoring in political science. Most of all, graduating meant that I was old enough to take a year off and join a volunteer group heading to the Middle East. I had always had an urge to travel to that region, Israel in particular.

My parents did not like it. Sharon, don’t you know what’s going on out there? they asked. It’s one big, dangerous war zone. They were sure that I was going to get killed by a rocket launched from Lebanon or the Gaza Strip, be victimized by a mad suicide bomber, or kidnapped by one of the various fanatic groups. Maybe I was too young to understand, but their warning just fueled my urge to go there. Secretly, however, I was scared of that happening. I had many earthly plans to fulfill; I had my whole life ahead of me. Of course, I did not wish to end my life that young.

Nonetheless, I finally convinced my parents, and myself, that I would be safe. I told them that, if compelled, I would do it without their approval. I had my chance to defy them for the first time, to go my own way, to break the boundaries, and be free to make my own decisions. They reluctantly gave their blessing.

The next day, I made sure to wear something conservative. After all, I had an interview, and I did not want them to think that I was not serious about joining the mission. The meeting went well, and I returned home to await the results.

It must have been only five minutes after I walked through the door before the phone rang. It was Daniel, who had interviewed me. He told me that I had been successful, and there was a spot on a team leaving for Israel the next day if I wanted it. I practically jumped for joy. It was faster than I had imagined, but telling my parents about it took longer.

That night, I lay awake in my bed, too excited to sleep. I kept thinking that at that time the following day, I would be in Israel.

The flight to the Middle East took about twelve hours. Upon landing and reaching the hotel where we would stay for the first few days, I found out that I was going to help in a school, along with a girl called Jenny. Others would be volunteering in Kibbutz settlements (a unique Israeli way of communal living) all over the country.

After a day of rest and sunny sightseeing along the Mediterranean coast of Tel Aviv, we traveled to the school. It was an agricultural boarding school, surrounded by farms, old trees, a botanical garden, well-cultivated green lawns, and beautiful, sun-bathed, sandy beaches. It looked like a big ranch, very much unlike those found in the States.

Later, I would learn that they also raised sheep and cows. If I were lucky enough, I would milk cows for the first time in my life.

I was excited. This whole experience was a sudden, drastic change for me.

That evening, we were informally introduced to the pupils, and each of us was assigned to one student—we were to help them find their way around and anything else they may need. Adam was assigned to me. When I first met him, I thought he was twenty-years-old—he looked that developed. Adam was tall with a well-built, athletic body. Later, I would discover that he was the favorite in school races. He had short black hair and eyes that looked right into your soul. All this, along with the cheekiest smile ever, made him look innocent and angelic.

I felt so blessed that he was assigned to me, as we hit it off at once. Unlike other students, Adam spoke English well, with a musical accent that added more to his exotic nature. Maybe that was the reason we developed a real connection. Later, nevertheless, I would learn that he wrote better English than he spoke, as is usually the case for second language learners. He had more opportunities to read English than he had English speakers to help him improve his accent—but as far as I was concerned, his unique, distinct accent was an asset. It was part of Adam’s identity and beauty; one of his many qualities that I found attractive. I was fascinated the instant I saw him, and I would enjoy him during my volunteer period and beyond.

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Along with volunteering, I had another reason for leaving my home country in favor of a foreign land. I was in my sexual prime and free to explore new realms to the fullest before college started the year after. And Adam—the one and only noble, handsome, eighteen-year-old black student, just six months younger than me—was the right person to do that with (at least, that had been my first intention). He was a real prince, who I could not resist. Unlike the pompous Americans I had been with, Adam was extremely exotic and, most importantly, inexperienced. That fact excited me more than anything else did.

I was going to teach him to have sex with me and show him how and where I wanted it. I am not to blame for anything—that handsome fuck was to blame. No girl my age could resist a massive, princely dick.