Jennifer the Intimate Story of a Woman: True Story

By Rose M. Longsworth

This is the intimate story of a woman, who since childhood felt the strong, convincing and sweeping awakening of her feelings, emotions, passions and wants. But as result of a rigorous sexual and religious education, which prevented her from expressing everything she felt with such strength; unable to contain that fire that at her tender age was devouring her, she opted to indulge in her inner world, her mind. There, anything could happen, without inhibitions, without censure, without looks or inquisitorial demands, without reproach or punishment; until she was able to live it in reality.

Without a conscious effort, her great inventiveness had prepared and turned her into a girl with great sexual sensibility. A thousand lives would have to be needed in order to live the heated fantasies with the men that passed through her fictitious and real realm; they delighted her, made her feel as if she was the most loved woman, wanted, spoiled, the queen of her lovers heart. And they all had something in common: an uncontrollable passion and constant excitement that maintained interest and sexual appetite skin deep. Always quick at every moment in order to live the most explosive experiences, where pleasure and sensuality sprouted in spurs.

How can a woman that grew up with these sorts of dreams, reaches a draw with such rigidity that surrounds her? How is she able to survive and make her life appear as much as possible as her luxurious and happy world? How does she make her heated dreams materialize?

Unconsciously, she had prepared to live in reality, which up to now had only occurred in her interior space. It is known, psychologists teach this, that what we think, hope and recreate with an imagination filled with emotion, passion and persistence, tends to materialize. And this is what happened to Jennifer

Life takes incredible turns in the existence of this woman; it presents sharp contrasts and seeming contradictions in her personality. The circumstances that take her through new paths, will take the reader through a surprising plot, where the turns of things will keep the reader in suspense and wanting to know what would come next. What will the end of the story of this interesting, yet ordinary, life of a woman who could have easily been the neighbor you see every day, be?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781499030952

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Part 1

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Childhood

Antonio and Sofia Lombardi never imagined that they were receiving in their home a baby that could have been compared to a sleeping volcano: beautiful, calm, secure, but when it came time to awaken, it was capable of sweeping everything and everyone as long as that inner fire was freed.

When her maternal grandfather saw her, he wanted to baptize her with the name chosen by him: Jennifer, which in the old language of the Celts meant White spirit - like foam. Others took notice because it wasn’t an Italian name and they did not want to use foreign names. They accepted his petition nonetheless.

Jennifer grew up in a tranquil environment with very wise, responsible, and dedicated parents who provided a healthy upbringing. The good social manners, the love and fear of God, religion, and decorum were irrefutable values in that proper home. Unfortunately, due to the father’s early blindness, things became difficult economically for the large family (four kids total). The struggle to survive disallowed the ability to provide personalized attention: the parents were too occupied trying to maintain that boat and its crew afloat.

For this reason, Jennifer does not remember kisses, hugs, caresses, playing games with her parents, or simply being in their arms. There was no place for it: she would have four years old when sickness and tragedy knocked on her door, and more pressing issues needed to be tended to. It was understood.

The lack of material riches affected her like any other child with the desire of having many things and does not understand why he can’t possess them. (When she was little, she would ask her mother to simply sign one of those pieces of paper so she could buy whatever she wanted, without knowing that those pieces of paper were nothing more than… checks!) This motivated her to find refuge in her inner world. It was perhaps the lack of exterior expressions of giving and receiving love, which surely existed, but there was no time or energy to display it.

Nevertheless, her parents, especially her father, were very protective of their kids’ education and particularly the daughters’. They had also received a strict formation, and sexual matters were not discussed. This was precisely what they transmitted to their kids, which was manifested in several ways: attire (the girls were not to use shorts, which was normal for their age, or go into public pools even if they were in a group with familiar faces), they were not allowed to have a boyfriend or comment freely about the boy they liked, or they risked been scolded. There was no mention of the intimate parts of the body and their functions; there was no sexual education, and there was no preparation for the physical and psychological development of adolescence, not even the arrival of the monthly period!

Everything that had a sexual connotation was a taboo, and no one felt comfortable talking about this with their parents. They would have to learn this elsewhere and from other sources; as much as they tried to ignore them, they are of capital importance in the development of a human being and they cannot be avoided. In their presence, the fear of expressing any argument in reference to that issue persisted.

Besides this, Sofia and Antonio were very good people and completely devoted to the care and success of their children. Personal interests were secondary, and they always prioritized the wellness of the house and family.

Economically, on top of the disability pensions that Antonio received, they opened a little store where her mother was the head and managed everything.

Oh, her mother! Still a young woman, beautiful, and looked attractive even after many pregnancies. Early in the mornings, she never left her room without showering and fixing herself up with subtle makeup on her delicate face. Her beautiful eyes of a color between honey and olive, reflected a clean, serene, and welcoming sight.

In spite of her daily chores: care of a blind husband, the kids and their schoolwork, and responsibilities at home and work, this woman conserved her character, entirety, righteousness, and astonishing patience and gentleness. Having the opportunity to give her children out to other relatives, Sofia held the family under the same roof thanks to profound and practical faith. With her husband, she bravely confronted the many challenges they faced. And that was precisely their only resource: an unbreakable faith in the Divine Providence, who would never abandon them and, in fact, never did.

The father was also admirable: having been blind at age forty, with a young wife and four little ones (Marco, Natalia, Antonella, and Jennifer), he did not give up or vented his frustrating through vice or domestic violence. Holding on to his faith, confidence, and love for God, he was able to overcome that tremendous challenge, which strengthened him to the point that he totally accepted God’s will. He was able to handle his disability in a natural and adaptable way. He was very good to his wife and children, although he was strict with them. In spite of his blindness, he knew how to remain the head of the household.

From an early age, Antonio had problems with his sight, but this didn’t stop him from being a jovial and happy man. He liked to play the guitar and sing. He would spend time with his childhood friends, visit and flirt with girls, and cheer up get-togethers with his guitar and his songs. He was nicknamed the Blue Pigeon for being flirty and social. However, from the moment he was introduced to Sofia, his heart had fallen in love immediately with that mature and beautiful girl.

After a relationship of fourteen months, they were married. Their marriage date turned into a complete odyssey. Antonio, after arriving at the church with his friends and family, waited for his fiancée’s and her entourage’s arrival. His best man said,

Hey, don’t you think it’s odd that the priest is nowhere to be seen?

Yes, he’s generally very punctual. Let’s go to the rectory and see.

The priest, who was to administer the ceremony that morning, did not go to the church since he had overslept. He had stayed up late the night before, studying.

Let’s try to knock the door harder. It’s likely that he hasn’t gotten up. Remember that he said that he was taking theology courses. He probably stayed up late studying.

I’ll go to the other side of the room and throw little rocks at the window to see if he wakes up.

Antonio and his best man tried to wake up the priest for some time by yelling from the street, but no one inside the rectory answered.

Perhaps this is a sign from heaven that you shouldn’t get married, the other said.

Don’t say stupid things. I am lucky to marry such a special girl.

In the meantime, in her house and clueless of what was happening, Sofia and her family patiently waited for the announcement that the groom had arrived to the church; it was customary for the man to arrive before the woman. After more than an hour, she went to her room and her mother found her taking off her beautiful wedding dress.

What are you doing?

Evidently my fiancé has stood me up, she said woefully.

Don’t get undressed. We sent someone to the church to figure out what’s happening.

Oh, Mom… isn’t it obvious?

No, Antonio is not like that. He’s a serious and responsible man who truly loves you, so you have to be patient.

Well, now I’m a laughingstock. Can’t you see the people gossiping? I am so hurt and embarrassed!

A short moment later, to everyone’s delight, she was told of the true reason for the delay. Finally, after a two hour delay, the groom came in with the priest, and the wedding took place!

To sustain himself and his young wife, he worked in what he constituted as his passion: teaching. They lived in a small city called Rapallo—an important tourist spot in the Liguria region, in northwest Italy—which had approximately thirty thousand inhabitants; its history could be traced back to the year 964. The magnificent Basilica of Saint Gervais attests to this, as it was built in the seventh century. The legend of its remote history goes back to the times of Hannibal, the great enemy of Rome; a bridge carries his name as evidence of its origins.

Its people are energetic and strong. Its characteristic was bolstered after having endured the sackings of the Lombards, Normans, and Swiss throughout the centuries. Rapallo has also been the setting of the signing of friendly relations between Italy and the former Yugoslavia in 1920, and Germany with the old Soviet Union in 1922.

It is also famous for its weather, luxury hotels, and pivotal port. Tourism has always been the main economic activity of the town. It also has an industry of olive oil and some cement, steel, and textile producing companies.

When the children were growing up, they moved from Rapallo to a place where it would be easier to educate and sustain them. That is how they ended up in Genoa; a beautiful and prosperous city on Italy’s northern coast.

Jennifer and her brothers were educated in Catholic schools. There were no strict, restricted, or exaggerated teachings, and schools were not coed as she would’ve liked. Moderation, wholesome social habits, and religion were the basis of the day. She grew up in a healthy student environment; her discipline was satisfactory, and she never showed any difficulties in that regard.

In spite of the complex economic situation, they succeeded. Their kids grew up and were able to receive the proper education; they suffered and overcame the normal stages of childhood and adolescence, along with the inherent problems of a large family. It could be said that it was a good home; the parents were anonymous heroes and fought to lead their ship, and its cargo, to a safe shore. No one succumbed during the difficult voyage.

Even more, they didn’t succumb when they faced the challenge of losing the house they lived in. They didn’t own it; it was rented, but due to the delays in the receipt of Antonio’s pension, along with low sales in their shop, it wasn’t enough to cover all their expenditures. Expenses on daily needs (fully restricted in order to cope with superfluous spending), retarded housing payments. They were sued, tried, and lost: they were forced to leave their home.

What are we going to do? The move-out date is approaching, Sofia said.

I know. I’ve been asking around to see if someone could lend us money, answered Antonio.

It’ll be the only exit, even though we won’t be able to pay it off right away.

So far, we have not failed anyone who has helped us. If we’re late, it’s because we have a reason, and we tell them in advance and show our face. Regardless of our difficulties, we are always able to pay our debts.

Yes, fortunately. You’ll see that we’ll be fine. Remember the saying, ‘God tightens, but doesn’t choke’ and He has invariably moved us forward, and this time will not be the exception.

I’m sure of that. We’re doing our part, and He will do the rest.

Since they didn’t have any resource, their only hope was God’s Divine Mercy. The faith and prayer of these admirable parents reached heaven, and the miracle happened: they were able to get a good residence, large, and in a convenient neighborhood at an accessible price for them. Through the loans that they kindly obtained from family members and friends, they could move without having to go the tragedy of being removed from their home, with their children and belongings, exposed to shame and homelessness.

The new house was much better than the previous one. It was more ample and everyone liked the change. As a result of their faith, everything was changing gradually. They were able to pay their debts and no longer faced pitiful circumstances. Faith in action was what, wordlessly, the parents transmitted to their children. Their legacy was the good that they left for them: confidence, strength, patience, and boldness in their daily life.

It was a good decision to have moved to Genoa, the capital of Liguria and the first Italian port since the Middle Ages (and even now in actuality), the second most important in the Mediterranean after Marseille (France). The city was the birth of Christopher Columbus in 1451, known also the Genoa La Superba (Magnificent Genoa), a splendorous city with rich museums and works of arts.

It houses the beautiful San Lorenzo Cathedral (whose construction dates back to the sixth century). It also has the Porto Antico (Old Port), which was later transformed in a gigantic and sensational commercial complex, where the cultural initiatives are promoted, along with conferences and general interest events with the aim of creating a tourist center at the national and international level. It offers all sorts of activities and entertainment.

It also houses the Cimetero Monumentale di Staglieno (Monumental Cemetery of Staglieno), which is very popular for its beauty and its sculptures. The Museum of Oriental Art—it exhibits one of the largest and most notable collections of Oriental art in Europe. The Lighting Post Tower is also there, a symbol of Genoa, which also greatly helped nocturnal navigation.

Its economy depends on heavy industry, especially steel and boat construction. Undoubtedly, Genoa is a city of great contrasts. Its coasts bathe in the waters of the Ligurian Sea and its neighborhoods, of luxurious and tight alleyways—or carruggi—extend over the mountainous slopes of a unique geography, which is ideal for all types of sports.

Being a metropolis with a population of more than six hundred thousand inhabitants, offered many opportunities so their children could study, find work, and progress in life. Antonio and Sofia were able to settle in a calm and modest neighborhood, where they could easily attend its schools and find places necessary to run daily errands.

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Sexual Awakening

To Jennifer, one of the first manifestations of this desire to love and be loved took place when she was eight or nine years of age (to others it occurred when she was younger, but her memory was vague): she felt attracted to one of her classmates’ brothers, and in her childish imagination, with the little that she knew, she thought about how he looked for her and how he suddenly tried to kiss her. (Even though she didn’t understand what a kiss consisted of!) She did experience warmth in her body and a great satisfaction from feeling his skin against hers. She was excited how he looked at her, and this created pleasant imagery of the two alone, in dim lights and hidden so they would not be seen. If they were to be around people, there would be sneaky brushes against each other that only they would notice… this excited her even though she didn’t know what was happening in her little physiognomy.

All these fantasies were so vivid and real, as if she saw, heard, and felt them… her passion was becoming so intense that it transported her as if she really was living them. Physically and psychologically, there was no difference between imagination and reality: her reaction was absolutely palpable. The truth is that she lacked sexual education since she wasn’t taught about it at home or at school, and she didn’t know what world she had awakened to, but she loved it!

Several of her family members lived nearby, so she grew up playing with many little cousins. She had a particular friendship with a friend, Bianca Nicolini, who was two years older, and they were inseparable. They were also part of a solid group of neighborhood girls, with whom she spent her free time with. Her preadolescence and teenage years were very healthy, calm; she was not abused, and she did not do drugs or alcohol with negative consequences. Having received a repressive education, she was shy toward the opposite sex, and even if she was attracted to someone, she was always at the edge of precocious relations.

She got along well with her brothers, and even though she was the youngest, they spent a lot of good times together. When her parents would leave to see friends or relatives, Marco was in charge of them. He had a jovial and easy going personality, so everything became a party because he organized games in their house and garden. If their parents were there, this would not have been allowed due to the raucousness they created.

In the meantime, nature continued taking its normal course on her physical and psychological growth. Her development started early. When she was eighteen, her breasts were completely developed, and her body took on defined feminine forms. This represented for her a new world of delicious sensations.

It was this way that she discovered the pleasures of masturbation, but everything was mental and visual. Due to her ignorance of sexual matters, she didn’t know where the erogenous areas were or how to stimulate them. She liked to lock herself in her room, or bathroom, and in front of her mirror she would stand naked or secretly take one of her mother’s see-through nighties to stage her fantasies.

She preferred to use the nightie and to exhibit her body slowly and provocatively, as if she was seducing a man, who would stare at her. She would grab her breasts, caress them, show them through the transparent fabric and would hide them once more. Suddenly, she would unbutton the nightie and would take them out one by one and would shamelessly offer them to the individual who was overwhelmed with passion. She would hide them once again to excite him more.

She wanted to get near him, tie his hands, and then get on top of him to caress his face with her breasts. She would let him kiss them for a moment and then capriciously push him off and then lie in front of him and tease him by lifting her nightie. She would let him see her part of butt and her genitals as well, which were already covered with pubic hair, as she performed slow pelvic movements as she looked flirtatiously at her lover. She enjoyed seeing how he was going mad and she also felt that fire that was pleasantly burning and was moistening her vagina… even her cheeks were blushing for a long time after these encounters with her lover.

There was an abyss of difference between her internal and external attitude: in the world that Jennifer created, she became a tigress, a woman who exuded a seductive attraction to men and to whom was given to them entirely with incredible ardor. Externally, however, she was a calm and shy girl. No one would have imagined; she was careful to not transmit her intimacy toward others. It was her territory, her sanctuary, and her absolute dominion. No one would be admitted to know it until the right person would arrive to take him to that reality.

In order for this to happen, she needed to overcome a powerful barrier in her mind: the religious and moral rigidity that she was taught embarrassed her. Everything in relation to sex was a taboo; thus, she needed to find a way to reconcile her education and religious fear with her sexual wants and tendencies. How was she to proceed?

The bridge between what she did not dare to live, feel, and enjoy was resolved by looking and finding in her fantasies more aggressive lovers: intelligent, confident, and attractive guys who did not stop at no one or nothing to make her theirs. These men’s interest irresistibly propelled toward Jennifer, and they were willing to do anything to have her, including the use of force, which became an ingredient that added more flavor to her passion.

By the time she was eighteen, she still did not have a boyfriend and had never been kissed. One time, during a dance in one of her neighborhood friends’ house, she was introduced to a young man, Renato Arcuri. She danced and chatted with him all night. He was good looking, tall, thin, and with dark hair. Since the first time he saw her, he liked her, and he practically became her dance partner. When they were going back home with a small group of friends who lived nearby, the two were chatting:

Do you have a boyfriend? he asked.

No…, she answered.

How is it possible for a girl like you to be alone? I would have thought that you had one and others that would be interested in you as well, he said.

They then began to talk about relationships and how many girls at a young age are too precocious. She naively then said:

Not me. No one has kissed me.

Surprisingly, the young man grabbed her by the hand, held her, and kissed her without letting her finish another word. The kiss was soft, not very long, but enough to fill her with excitement; she felt how his tongue went into her mouth and it searched for hers. When he let her go, he looked at her and smiled. They continued walking with the group. She gave him her phone number, and they agreed to see each other again.

Her first kiss! She couldn’t believe it! It did not resemble any of her heated fantasies, but she still liked it.

They saw each other a few times, but this didn’t last. Renato was still a student who did not fit the profile of a man that attracted her: mature, experienced in the world and with women, economically organized, and, above everything, passionate and confident.

Without knowing it, Jennifer was preparing to live in the reality which was also present in her intimately. And as it is known and thought by psychologists, what we think, which we recreate with an enthusiastic, passionate, and persistent imagination tends to materialize with the same strength. And this is what happened to her.

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By the time she was eighteen years old, Jennifer reached her full physical development; her body was that of a woman—her breasts were big and shapely, her waist was small, her hair was dark brunette, her eyes were dark brown and lively, and her skin was white. She was not tall, but slender and attractive. She imitated her older sisters by using makeup, which gave her the appearance of being a bit older. Like them, she had an elegant and sexy appearance along with natural charm.

The time to bring to reality her internal world had come. She met the man which she had longed for through one of her sisters, Antonella, who was two years older. She was very popular due to her beauty. She was tall, with long black hair and dark and flirty eyes; her skin was white and had a beautiful body. Everyone looked at her wherever she walked. She did not lack men interested in her, and lately, through one of her friends, she had met an individual that was much older, Nikolai Záitsev. In reality, she was not very attracted to him due to the difference in age, but he was attractive and rich, and she accepted one of his dinner invitations.

To avoid going alone, Antonella asked her sister to join them, since she didn’t want anything to happen with that man… They got together in a restaurant in the center of the city, and they had a good and tranquil time. Jennifer and Nikolai immediately struck a good friendship. They had an animated conversation, which in spite of the disparity in age between this man and the young girls, there was a strong bond between the three. Nikolai, who was thirty-three years old, was tall, with expressive dun-colored eyes, tanned skin, and seductive look.

On their way back, they talked:

So what do you think? Antonella asked.

Frankly? Very nice and interesting; I like him very much, Jennifer answered.

"And… physically?

I found him very handsome and sexy.

He has asked me to continue seeing one another. Honestly, I feel as if I’m starting to like him a lot . . .

The couple began to see one another, and Jennifer seconded her sister, as this was favorable to obtain her parents’ permission to go out, which they used any excuse without telling the truth. This way, the three would go to the movies, go out to dinner and for walks. Other times, they would leave Jennifer somewhere, as they would both go alone to take a stroll, and they would pick her up on their way back in order to return home together.

One day, Antonella confessed:

You know, I’ve been with Nikolai . . .

No! Tell me how this happened!

Well, let me be honest: it hurt a lot, his penis is big . . .

Yes? Hmm! Have you been able to experience everything that they say that making love feels like?

What can I say… I am really interested in Nikolai, and I’m attracted to him. However, this is not as big of a deal as people say.

"No? Why? What’s the problem?

I don’t know, I really like to be with him, but I don’t feel like the passionate explosion that people mention.

And how did Nikolai react?

I moan and pant as if I am excited, but he doesn’t notice. In reality, I love him and enjoy his company, but it’s not necessary for me to have sex . . .

Ah! Well, I hope that this doesn’t happen to me when my time comes! Jennifer thought to herself. No, it wouldn’t happen to her. She would find that lover that would make her touch the sky… They talked about the subject for some time.

Then, once she knew about the intimacy between Antonella and Nikolai, she went with them to his house in the outskirts of the city, which was very private. When they were alone in the room, she would wait out for them and enjoy all the luxuries of the house.

It was a beautiful home with a spectacular view of the city and spacious rooms, with four large bedrooms with their own bathroom. There was a beautiful and extensive garden, pool, sauna, and rooms to listen to music and watch movies.

In reality, she enjoyed waiting alone: after taking a dip into the pool, getting into the sauna and having dinner (there was a good restaurant nearby which would deliver anything she wanted and then send the bill to Nikolai), she liked to read. Other times, she listened to instrumental and classical music, with the lights off or dimmed; it was a pleasant refuge of relaxation. They spent three months like this.

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Part 2

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Boris

Nikolai had two other brothers called Boris and Vladimir. The three men were handsome, intelligent, rich, and inveterate bachelors and womanizers; they lived with their father, who was widowed about three years earlier, in a penthouse of a building they built.

They were the descendants of immigrants: their ancestors abandoned their native Russia due to the Bolshevik Revolution. They migrated to America during World War II. Once it was over, they traveled to Italy where they settled in Genoa, where their family began to prosper. The parents, and their children, were able to maintain and accrue the wealth of their ancestors. They were the owners of a construction and importation firm. Even though Vladimir was the youngest, he spent most of his time abroad due to his work or simply for leisure.

On one occasion they prepared a party in their country home. When the day arrived, Nikolai fell ill with a grave cold and was unable to go; however, he insisted on them to go without him and asked his oldest brother to be in charge of them.

That same night, as they visited Nikolai for a while in his apartment, Jennifer needed to go downstairs to get a jacket from the car, in the building’s basement. She bumped into Boris in the elevator.

Hello, he said.

Hi, did you know that your brother will ask you to take us to the party? she asked, smiling.

It’ll be a pleasure, he answered.

He stood there looking at her. There was something special and different in those eyes. Boris saw her for the first time as a woman; that girl could’ve been his daughter. He had seen her before without showing any particular interest. She noticed… and she liked it. He was a thirty-five-year-old man, very attractive, tall, and strong, with manly traits, olive-colored eyes, dark hair, and tanned skin. He had good, uncomplicated manners, was kind, and had good sense of humor.

During the party, in a discreet way, direct and without hesitation, he decided to court her in spite of the age difference between the two. Jennifer was attracted to him. He took advantage of an opportunity to take her to the garden and the pool with the excuse of showing her the house. Once they were away from the curiosity of others, without a warning, he put her against the wall, put his arms around her, and kissed her passionately. He forced her to kiss him because he felt that she also wanted him.

They were the kisses and the passionate embraces that she always dreamed of. Experiencing his body pressing against her, those arms that trapped her without allowing for any escape, that mouth that turned her on with kisses was a unique sensation. It was the perfect draw between her fantasies and reality.

They were interrupted by people that were approaching them, so they pretended as if nothing happened, as if a fire was not burning their bodies that passionately had recognized each other and were inevitably attracted. They mingled with the people at the party as they looked at each other, communicating in a delicious silent torment that consumed them.

In another opportunity, they once again met alone in the garden. When he hugged her, he tried to grab her breast, which she didn’t allow. It was strange, in spite of her wants, that it didn’t cross her mind to sleep with that man. She felt dazzled, and flattered, that a person like him, who could be with any woman in the party, had his eyes exclusively on her; moreover, his overpowering personality, of a man who knew what he wanted and got it, fascinated her. But no, it was not in her plans to be intimate with anyone. Further, what had happened that night was not planned.

The following day, in the afternoon, he called her to get together.

Hi, how are you?

I’m good, thank you, and you?

Thinking a lot and wanting to see you. Do you want to go out with me?

Of course, I’ll tell Antonella to come with us. Is Nikolai well already, and will he come?

No. I want only for it to be you and me.

Ah… I don’t know. It’s going to be hard to get my parents’ permission.

We won’t take long, so you won’t get in trouble.

Mmm… All right, but don’t pick me up from my house. Write down this address, which is not far from where I live, and wait for me there so no one sees us.

She accepted and not even her sister, and accomplice, found out. She didn’t know why she kept it a secret since she honestly didn’t have in mind to do anything special with that individual: they would go out for a few hours, they would to eat at some restaurant, talk, and she would soon come back. Perhaps her fear was subconscious, due to the strong repression that her father always manifested in his daughters.

It was 5:00 p.m. on a Sunday when he picked her up and took her to the country home—the same of the eve of the fete—without consulting with her. She thought that another party was taking place or more people would be there to share the night, but she was surprised to not see anyone. Well, some time alone is not too bad, she thought—as absurd as it may seem, she never figured what could happen to her that night.

They put music in the background and had a light drink that he prepared in one of the rooms. Then they sat down to talk cheerfully and they kissed. She loved his kisses. Everything he did seemed natural to her; it was like déjà vu. She felt happy, safe, and calm. But not even during those instants did she see danger approach.

Suddenly, Jennifer got up to go to the bathroom, which was near the dining room, but he suggested using the one in the bedroom. She went naively, thinking that the other one was not working. What was about to happen did not cross her head.

Boris followed her to the bedroom and suddenly leaned her against the wall. He started kissing her with unyielding passion, and his hands this time did not accept any rejections. He caressed her body any way he wanted. Jennifer was scared. Only until that moment did she understand the situation that she was trapped in: that man was inflamed by the kisses that they shared minutes earlier. However, this didn’t mean that they needed to end up in bed, although he had decided something different!

Between pushes and pulls, they said to one another:

No, no, what are you doing?

What you also want.

No, please, let me go!

Calm down!

I don’t want to! Leave me alone!

You want it as much as me.

No, for the love of God, don’t do it. I don’t want to!

Don’t lie, your body says otherwise!

Let’s get out of here. Take me home, I don’t want to!

I know you want to!

As she struggled to protect her breasts from those hands that wanted to touch her at any cost, Boris took the opportunity to put them under her clothes. He was able to unbutton her bra, and from one pull, he yanked it off, along with her blouse, taking her by surprise. She had never been naked before anyone, and her only worry was to cover her breasts.

She insisted not to do it, but he was not listening to any of her reasoning. His excitement had blinded all sanity and having been much taller and stronger, it didn’t take too much work to take her to bed and lay on top of her. His body dominated and submitted her under this position. He positioned himself better and separated her arms with his strong hands, leaving her breasts exposed. He looked at them for a moment and then began to kiss them with madness, as if he wanted to eat them. Imprisoned by the fire that consumed him, he could not take it anymore; he had to have this woman who drove him crazy.

Jennifer continued to force herself to escape and run away. She screamed, asking for help, but no one could hear her. She supplicated him to let her go, but it was too late: Boris was ripping her pants. He was able to take them off with great ability, and there she was, lying completely naked in the arms of a man she never thought to give herself to. She felt confused and scared. It is true that in her fantasies, her lover took her by force; however, this was reality, and in spite of her liking it, she didn’t expect to lose her virginity that way. This situation took her by surprise and was happening too fast!

All of a sudden, Boris’s attitude turned from violently passionate to soft and tender. He began to talk to her with tenderness and caress her gently as a way to inflict trust. Her conduct confused him completely. She felt scared, and he perceived that she never understood that she was acting like a woman who didn’t know much about what she was doing. She was an innocent and naïve creature that didn’t see the situation that she provoked with her inexperience with the opposite sex.

The girl was truly pure. The simple sight of her virginal body was enough to demonstrate that she had never been with a man before. There was something different, healthy, and authentic in Jennifer that could not have been ignored. And without knowing how or why, his efforts were to console her and assure her that he wasn’t going to hurt her.

It was a tremendous effort that he displayed in order not to penetrate her and simply make love to her, but he was able to show restraint. He was satisfied with being on top of her, kissing and caressing her, pressing his excited penis between her thighs, touching her genitals slightly without going in her. They remained like that for a while, and then they lay in bed hugging and talking.

Boris’s behavior calmed her down. Understanding that this man was not going to hurt her in those special circumstances, made her feel protected. A feeling she would later remember. He didn’t allow for anything bad to happen to her, he would always take care of her.

When he took her back home, before getting off the car, Jennifer naively asked him:

Am I still a virgin?

Technically, yes, but not in reality since you were with me that way, he answered.

He then took her face with his hands, looked at her in the eyes, and said,

From now on, you will be my little beauty, and then kissed her.

Well, I have no intentions of seeing you again, she thought with irony. He said goodbye and left. (Fortunately she had the keys to the house.) It was about 12:00 a.m., and her parents would have been very upset with her being late.

She went to bed without waking anyone up, not even her sister with whom she shared the same room, and went to sleep quickly without reflecting over what had happened. When she got up, curiously, she didn’t feel alone, nervous, happy, sad, or with regret. It was as if she didn’t live such experience. She didn’t say anything, and her attitude was not suspicious. Thank God no one had noticed how late she arrived the night before, which was good since they would’ve seen her with ripped clothes.

Around noon he called her to say hello and ask how she was. And even though she said to herself that would not see him again, she agreed to see him the following afternoon without knowing why.

This time they didn’t go to the country home, but rather Boris took her for a stroll through the city and they stopped in a beautiful restaurant to eat. They were sitting side by side as he rubbed her knees. He then looked straight at her