Chapter 42: Housewarming with Nora

Once more, I settled into the driver’s seat and started the engine. The drive to the rental house would take about an hour, and I was looking forward to the calm of the road. The steady hum of the tires on the pavement created a soothing rhythm, and the late afternoon sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the flat landscape.

Nora sat beside me, her calm demeanor a contrast to the excitement of the day. A soft smile played at the corners of her lips as she gazed out the window, her hair fluttering lightly in the breeze. The soft summer light seemed to enhance her beauty, highlighting the delicate features of her face and her soft, upturned nose. I couldn’t resist to ogle her perky tits, the tight fabric of her shirt hugging their curves, and her hard, bra-less nipples poking through, impossible to ignore.

“So, tell me more about Lena and Annika,” I asked casually, breaking the quiet as I steered us toward the coastal road. I was curious - she’d mentioned them before, but I wanted to hear more.

She turned her head toward me, a glint of amusement in her eyes. “Lena’s the outgoing one,” she said, her voice light, “She’s always up for anything - super spontaneous. Annika’s a bit more serious, but she knows how to have fun when she lets her hair down.”

I nodded, keeping the light mood intact. “Guess they make a good team.”

“Yeah,” she agreed, “They do. I’ve known them since I was sixteen. We met at the tennis club, so we’ve been close ever since. They’re a year older, but it’s like we’re sisters. We’ve all been through a lot together.”

“Sounds like they’re great friends to have,” I said, my gaze flicking over to her. It was impossible not to notice the way she smiled as she talked about them, like they were more than just friends - they were a part of her world in a way that was almost ... intimate.

“They are,” Nora replied, her voice a little lighter. “Both insanely fit, always working out or dominating on the tennis courts. They’re pushing me to keep up with them.”

“I’m sure that’s not too hard for you,” I teased, glancing at her body, the picture of fitness herself - always confident, always in control.

She chuckled softly, her voice dipping a little. “Well, I try. But they’re on a whole other level. And trust me, they’re both pretty damn hot. You’ll see what I mean when you meet them.”

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Hot, huh? Look who’s talking.”

She smirked, her eyes gleaming with mischief and something darker. “Oh, they’re way hotter than me. Trust me, they’re head-turners. Bubble butts, tight and firm like steel, those long, athletic legs that go on forever ... and yeah, you won’t miss their assets ... boobs like Susan’s but perched on a petite frame like mine.”

A grin spread across my face. “I’m sure I won’t. So, they’re, what, sexually experienced?”

“Oh, you could definitely say that,” Nora chuckled, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “They’ve got stories that would make anyone blush. Doesn’t matter if they’re in a relationship or not, they always seem to end up stuffed full of someone’s cum. More often than not, from multiple guys over one weekend, sometimes even within one night. Honestly, that’s where a lot of my anxiety came from ... hearing all their wild escapades and knowing how many men have filled them up. It’s hard not to feel intimidated.”

We drove in silence for a while, the quiet hum of the car and the distant sound of the ocean filling the air. The early afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting warm light on the road ahead, but her mood had shifted, a quiet heaviness settling in.

Then, without any prompting from me, Nora spoke softly, her voice quieter than before. “Both of them ... had terrible first times,” she said, her words heavy with something unspoken. “Lena’s was at a beach. She was with this guy, and he didn’t even seem to notice her pain. He just ... finished and left her there. She was crying, all alone.” She paused for a moment, her gaze distant, before continuing.

“Annika ... she passed out at a party, and by the time she woke up, it was clear she’d been passed around like a toy for whoever wanted a turn. She says her memory’s fuzzy, but she knows enough to know that one of them had taken her virginity while she was out cold. She shrugs it off, saying at least she didn’t feel the sting of her first time ... but now, she’s insatiable, offering herself willingly to men, letting them use her simply as cum dumb, without any self-respect.”

Her voice trailed off, her words lingering in the air like a fragile thread. She looked at me with soft, loving eyes, a single tear glistening as she whispered, “I’m just ... so grateful I didn’t have to go through something like that. My experience was perfect. More than perfect.”

Her faint smile faltered, the vulnerability in her expression growing more profound. Her gaze locked onto mine with a newfound intensity, as if revealing this part of herself had forged an invisible connection between us. I didn’t rush to respond, letting her words linger in the air, their significance impossible to ignore. This was something she had never entrusted to me before, and the raw, unfiltered honesty of her confession held a gravity that struck me deeply, revealing layers of her I hadn’t seen until now.

It was then I realized why Susan and Nina had been so adamant about involving me in helping her move past her fears.

“So,” Nora said after a moment, her grin turning mischievous as she broke the silence. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity as she met my gaze. “How was your first time, Tom?”

The sudden shift caught me off guard, and I hesitated before smirking. “Well, that was quite a while ago ... You weren’t even born yet.”

“Oh, don’t be coy!” she pressed, leaning in closer, her curiosity growing. “You remember it, don’t you? Every little detail?” Her playful tone carried a challenge that made me chuckle.

“Alright, fine. Of course, I remember. It was kind of wild, actually. I was trying to get into this club, but no luck. That’s when I met these two French girls who were stuck outside too. I turned to them and said, ‘Sucks, doesn’t it?’ They giggled, started talking in French, and kept repeating the word ‘suck’. I thought it was hilarious.”

I paused, letting the memory settle in as a grin spread across my face. Nora watched me intently, her lips slightly parted, hanging on every word. “Then, out of nowhere, one of them dropped to her knees, pulled my dick out, and just started sucking me off. No warning, no asking - she just went for it. I guess they misunderstood my comment, but there was no way I was stopping them. I was young, a total virgin, and, well, you can guess how long I lasted. Maybe ten seconds.”

I smirked, catching Nora’s intrigued expression. “I came so hard, filling her mouth with everything I had. But then her friend wanted her share too. She swapped in and gave me the same treatment, sucking me until I was hard again. By the time I shot a second load into her mouth, I was completely spent. The intensity of my release was insane. I thought I was going to black out.”

Nora chuckled, clearly amused. “Wow, those chicks were bold! Sucking a stranger just like that? Is that normal in France?”

I shrugged, still grinning. “That wasn’t even the end of it. They took me to their hotel room, still without saying much, just a look and a nod. Once we got there, they had me sit on the bed, and before I knew it, they were stripping down to nothing but these little lace things. One of them pushed me back on the bed, straddling me like she was in complete control, teasing me with her hands while her friend kept me focused, running her fingers down my chest and laughing softly in that French accent.”

Nora’s eyes widened, clearly intrigued, but she said nothing, letting me continue.

“They took turns on me, one after the other, each one riding me like they didn’t have a care in the world. They were in their element, like they knew exactly what to do to make me lose it fast and then get me going all over again. They laughed every time I lost a load, but each time, they’d have me up and ready to go again just as fast. It was ... a wild night, to say the least.”

I smirked, the memory of that night sending a rush through me. “It wasn’t your typical first time - no awkward romantic buildup, no shy glances across the room. They were bold, confident, and just wanted to have fun, using me as part of it. I was young, clueless, and honestly, completely out of my depth, but I wasn’t about to say no. We went at it for hours, switching between positions I didn’t even know existed back then. By the end, I was a sweaty, breathless mess. I barely knew what had hit me.”

Nora laughed, leaning in with that mischievous glint in her eyes. “They sound like every guy’s fantasy. Starting your sex life with a threesome? Unreal. But come on, spill the juicy details. How were their tits and pussies?”

I laughed, surprised at how blunt she was. “Alright, alright! You asked for it. The first girl - her breasts were something else. Full, round, the kind you just want to reach out and touch. And believe me, I did. It was my first time feeling a woman’s boobs like that, and I remember my hands practically shaking as I took them in. They were so soft but firm, warm under my hands, and her skin had this faint perfume. Her areolas were wonderful, a warm shade darker than her skin, and I remember these little dimples across them. I’d never seen anything like it. The way her nipples hardened under my fingers ... it was like electricity.”

Nora’s eyes sparkled with interest. “And the blonde?”

“The blonde’s were different - smaller, but perfectly shaped. Firm, like they barely moved. Not unlike yours, actually, with that delicious puffy area under the nipples that makes them stand out so prominently. Her nipples were small, light pink, and every time I touched them, she’d let out this quiet little sigh. I couldn’t get over how incredible it felt, touching them and getting her reaction.”

Nora’s eyes sparkled with intrigue, her smile turning wicked. “Okay, but I have to ask - how did it feel when you came inside her? Like, was it different from, you know ... when you used to just jerk off?”

I chuckled at her directness. “Oh, way different. Honestly, it was a whole other level. When she was riding me, squeezing me, I could feel it building up like I’d never felt before. Everything just felt hotter, tighter. When I finally let go, it was like I was losing my mind.”

Nora leaned closer, hanging on every word. “So ... tell me. What was it like shooting into a girl?”

“Well,” I said, grinning at her, “when I finally came, it was like a shockwave - just this intense rush all through me. The way her pussy gripped around me, warm and slick, like it was milking me for everything I had. Her explosion only amplified my own. And then knowing that I was ejaculating deep inside of her, you know ... breeding her ... just wow...”

Nora bit her lip, clearly enjoying the details. “Bet that felt a million times better than jerking off.”

I laughed, nodding. “Oh, you have no idea. After that, I remember just lying there, completely drained. No hand could ever come close to feeling like that first time inside someone.”

I was relieved when the house finally came into view, grateful to escape Nora’s playful interrogations about my first-time sex. The place was stunning, nestled by the shore with a view that invited you to unwind and settle in. The setting sun cast everything in a warm golden glow, transforming the landscape into something almost magical.

Nora’s voice pulled me from my thoughts, brimming with childlike excitement. “This is even better than I imagined!” she exclaimed, her eyes gleaming as she darted up the path, leaving me to handle our bags with an easy, teasing grin.

The cool coastal air wrapped around me, refreshing and crisp as I carried the luggage inside. The house felt immediately cozy, with rustic wooden beams, coastal décor, and those floor-to-ceiling windows framing the darkening ocean beyond. Though it felt private, the glow from a couple of neighboring houses was visible just across the garden - a quiet reminder that we weren’t completely secluded.

Nora emerged from one of the bedrooms, claiming it for us with a satisfied smile and directed me to set our bags down there.

I started unpacking the groceries in the kitchen and work on a light dinner - fresh salad and sandwiches - while Nora busied herself around the house. We were still full from our Michelin-star meal in Copenhagen, but the thought of a few sandwiches felt just right, given the amount of activity that probably lay ahead for us.

Nora moved through the house like a kid exploring a new playground, her voice bright with excitement. “There’s a cozy Nordic sauna downstairs,” she called out, “and a great deck outside with lounge chairs.” I smiled, imagining the possibilities.

Then she gravitated toward the impressive home audio system, quickly setting it up. Moments later, the house was filled with upbeat, modern pop, its lively rhythm spreading through every room. The sound felt almost like an invitation, setting a playful mood in the air as she glanced over at me with a grin.

She danced around to the music, occasionally taking bites from the sandwiches I had laid out on the table. I watched her, stealing a few bites myself, cracking open a beer. She was so captivating, moving with a carefree energy that drew my eyes to her. Her firm, perky tits jiggled freely beneath her tight top, every subtle shift of her body accentuating their shape.

I couldn’t resist peeking, the sight of her making something stir deep inside me. After a while, she danced closer, her movements slow and deliberate, every sway of her hips calculated. Then, almost casually, her fingers brushed against my crotch, lingering just long enough to test how much she had me worked up already. To her clear amusement, a noticeable bulge was beginning to form.

“Oops,” she murmured, her voice dripping with playful mischief as she stepped back, flashing me a teasing smile over her shoulder. “Why don’t you light the fire ... It’s warmer when it’s burning hot. And who knows, you might just earn yourself a little more...”

Of course, I stacked some logs in the fireplace and struck a match, barely able to focus on anything other than her promise for more. She finished a couple of sandwiches and the salad. Once the fire was crackling, filling the room with warmth, I turned to her with a questioning glance, silently asking her to keep her promise.

She met my gaze with a wicked grin, practically gulped down half of my beer, and stepped closer. Then, with slow, deliberate movements, she reached over her body with crossed hands and pulled her top off, tossing it aside. The firelight danced on her bare skin, illuminating her firm, concave tits, the puffy nipples standing out proudly, looking even more tempting in the glow.

She stretched her arms above her head, arching her back and pushing her bare tits forward, not caring that the large windows behind her exposed her to anyone who might be watching outside ... or maybe she was posing for unseen eyes. The possibility sent a dangerous thrill through me, my pulse quickening as my dick hardened instantly, aching with need.

The sight of her petite, youthful body bathed in soft light, her smooth, flawless skin glowing against the darkness of the night, was intoxicating. Her perfect tits, firm and high, with those puffy, fully erect nipples poking forward so temptingly, made my mouth dry. But what sent my desire spiraling was the thought that someone else, hidden in the shadows, might be out there, unable to look away.

I imagined it clearly: a wrinkled senior with trembling hands or a virgin boy furiously yanking their dicks at the irresistible sight of her. They’d be silently worshiping her beauty, helplessly spilling themselves, all while she stood there, unbothered and unaware ... or perhaps completely aware, teasing them with every stretch and curve of her eighteen-year-old body. The thought shot a wicked jolt through me, making my heart race and my desire burn even hotter.

She changed the playlist to her favorite dance track, the heavy beat pulsing through the house as she began to move, wild and seductive. Her athletic body swayed and twisted with a professional dancer’s confidence, her firm tits bouncing with enticing precision. It was like she was a stripper performing just for me, each movement controlled yet bursting with raw energy. Her puffy nipples jutted out with every beat, her toned body glistening in the light, long, blonde hair swirling around her like a halo, and the effortless, youthful grace in every step - it all drew me in, making it impossible to think of anything but her.

I absently chewed on my last sandwich, finishing my beer, but my focus was locked entirely on her. She bent forward, stretching her long, skinny legs out, and my eyes followed the curve of her firm ass, unable to look away. The motion made her wide thigh gap even more pronounced, and for a moment, I could make out the faint outline of her pussylips stretching against the thin fabric of her shorts. The sight nearly made me choke on my bite, my dick twitching with hunger at the sight.

“By the way,” she teased, glancing at me with a sly grin, “you never really showed me if you’re a fan of my nipples.” She shook her tits enticingly, her voice full of playful mischief. “Do you actually like them, or were you just being nice?”

I chuckled, my eyes falling to her bare chest, and I couldn’t stop myself from lingering on her swollen, darkened nipples. “I think you know the answer to that. But if you really want proof...”

“Maybe I am,” she purred, her voice dripping with mischief. She turned, resting her butt against the backside of the freestanding sofa, her hands lightly gripping the headrest as she leaned back. Her eyes locked onto mine, daring me, her wicked smile curling as if she were silently begging me to act. Her body was a perfect invitation, every inch of her practically screaming for me to take her right then and there.

I didn’t need any more encouragement. I moved in, my hand reaching out, cupping one of her perky breasts. Her skin was soft under my palm, warm and smooth, but the firmness of her tits, that puffy area right beneath her areola, was undeniable. My fingers brushed over her nipple, feeling it harden instantly, as though it was craving my touch. Her chest rose and fell with every breath, each subtle movement sending a jolt of heat through me, making my dick ache with anticipation.

She let out a soft sigh, her breath catching in her throat, and the sound of it shot straight to my groin. Every little reaction she had, every tiny shift of her body, only made me want to do more, to keep going until she couldn’t think about anything but me.