Unveiling Desires: A Memoir of First-time Intimacy: Short stories, #1

By Andrea Baschkevsky

When Ena helps a fellow passenger on a journey home, she doesn't know that he will be part of the most important decision she needs to make. 

This is a novelette about a girl deciding whether or not she will give her innocence to an older man. 
Contains explicit acts. 

18+ adults only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Meming
• Release date: Sep 18, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223744740

Andrea Baschkevsky

I grew up in a small country, at a time when it was hit hardest by wars and ongoing economic crash. Like many other people of my age, we were basically stopped in tracks. We didn't get to grow up and mature in every way like normal teenagers would do – instead, we turned on "survival" mode and escaped from reality. Instead of doing all the things teenagers were supposed to do, I was buried in work and studies in order to help my family, and I had never had any time for myself. When the time came to experience sex, I tried it because I wanted to see what all the fuss about it was. But I didn't feel the neediness or had the sexual drive. Sex for me, at that time, was a necessary "evil" to stay in relationship. Don't have to say that I didn't really enjoy it. Also, I knew nothing about it nor wanted to learn about my sexuality. Only when I met my husband, I finally figured out who am I sexually, what turns me on, what I like and what brings me to multiple orgasms. He is, I believe, the most patient person, especially as it took me a good 10+ years to step out of boundaries, implemented moral limits by my parents, and finally to mature sexually. Now I know what I want, how I want it, how to enjoy it and to give pleasure. I even started fantasizing about it. I learned something about myself that I categorically denied just a few years ago. I was finally free. I also learned that I feel excited or even freed when I put some of my fantasies on paper. And after a while, I realized that I would like to share them with other people. That is how my stories were born. I sincerely hope that you will enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed writing them. With love, A.

Book preview

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Let me tell you a story about a relationship that took place before there were online chats, Facebook, Tinder, and other social networks.

Back in time when we had cassettes and CDs and the Internet was just beginning to enter our lives, when cell phones were a rare and precious thing to have, I had a friend whom I loved to spend time with. We were friends since childhood. However, she lived on the other side of the city and I couldn’t visit her often, it was more the other way around. Why? Well, I like to go everywhere on foot, as I love walking, and the distance was far too great for me to do that. And I hated buses - they were always filthy and during summer, it was always too hot in them – no air-conditioning, and even open windows did not help get air in. I would be all sweaty when I get to my destination even though my journey started with me fresh out of the shower.

The story begins a very hot summer day, when my friend invited me to come visit because we hadn't seen each other in a while. I was a lazy bag back then – especially as the heat was an ideal excuse for me not to leave my beautiful backyard, instead stay there and sunbathe the whole day. However, given that I missed her and she could be very persuasive when she wanted to, I went.

It was nice being there. It felt really good to catch up and just talk. We even cooked, which is something rare for her to do – she had zero cooking skill back then, and I, on the other hand, had to learn because I was home alone more often than not. Between something quick from the store and an actual meal, I chose to learn how to prepare the latter. And so, we cooked, played cards and just, well, really had fun. Then the afternoon came and it was time for me to go home.

After sweating for a while at the bus station, as July is, I firmly believe, the hottest month in Belgrade, the bus finally came. Even though I thought I was mentally prepared for the smell and heat inside, once I saw almost that all the seats were taken, I realized I wasn’t – the bus will be crowded by the time it gets to my stop, and that was something I could never, ever, prepare myself for. Too many sweaty people in one place, let me tell you. Anyway, I went in and took the only available seat, close to the driver and right next to the passage.

Halfway through the journey, even with Eminem blasting through the headphones, I am already pretty nervous and can’t wait to get home, when I feel a gentle poke at my left shoulder. I turn around to see a really cute guy with short, black hair, done up with, it seemed, a lot of gel, dark eyes, and something that looked like a good chunk of cold cream on his forehead. He was wearing a black polo t-shirt and was muscular; you could tell that he regularly visited the gym. I could not help but take my headphones off and look at him.

I am sorry to disturb you, but I need a little help. Do you, by any chance, know how to get to this bar? He smiled and showed me a piece of paper with the name of the bar, with an address, written on it. Given that the bar in question was right across the street from my house, I nodded.

I know where this is, it is close to the bus stop I am getting off at.

"I have no idea where it is, so