In her bedroom he saw a double bed of a style that did not suit her at all. Marieke saw him looking, but interpreted his thoughts differently: "No one has ever slept with me, you're the first. I bought a double bed because I could get it cheap. At that time I still had to pay off my studies and had only just started my security business. So everything had to be cheap. This was the best thing I saw at the thrift store. Whether you would ever sleep in it... well, I did dream about that a lot."

Johan walked up to her smiling, "I was actually thinking about something completely different, namely that I don't think this bed suits you at all. But now I understand, you had to make the best with what you had. We should look around and see if we can find a bed somewhere that looks a bit more playful. A bed that suits you and me more. At least not metal or plastic, I guess."

"No, wood, wood with embellishments. I look around the thrift store every now and then, but have never come across a nice one," Marieke replied.

"It doesn't necessarily have to be super cheap anymore now. I think we earn enough together to buy something we really like. I'll nose around on the Internet. But right now I'd rather nose around here."

Johan put his arms around her waist and pushed his nose into her hair. He nibbled gently on her earlobe and kissed her on the neck. All over her body, her skin began to tingle. Johan slid his hands under her wide slouch sweater, feeling her warmth through her shirt. He stroked her back, pulled her shirt out of her pants and grabbed her bare skin. Marieke groaned, having already wrapped her arms around his neck and now pressing her body against him.

"Clothes, excess ballast," Johan murmured, "may I relieve you of that burden?"

Grinning and moaning, Marieke gave him permission. She helped him by raising her arms so that he could pull her sweater and shirt over them.

For a moment his eyes lingered on her simple bra... Then he struggled with the button of her jeans, pulling the zipper open first and then getting a better grip on the button. Marieke stepped out of her pants and gave him a kick to the side. She stood shuddering before him, whereupon he asked her anxiously if she was cold.

"No," she said in a trembling voice, "you caused this. You're making me into a limp rag doll all over with your stroking. My skin is acting crazy, my muscles are twitching. I can hardly stand on my legs anymore."

Johan smiled, "We can do something about that." He flipped open the comforter, laid Marieke on the sheet and covered her. "Just a moment," he whispered.

His own body was on fire. He would have preferred to enter her immediately, but first he wanted her to experience how much he loved her, how beautiful he thought she was. He wanted to arouse her by caressing, by kissing.

He himself had no experience with other women. He had only desired Marieke. And she had said that no one had ever slept with her. And earlier tonight, she had said, she had not met anyone like him among the manfolk.

Would she still be a virgin? If so, he could imagine that it might be painful if he suddenly thrust inside her. For a brief moment he longed that he did have experience with it, that he would know what to do. At the same time, he realized how beautiful it was, that he was almost certainly her first, her great love. He suddenly knew with certainty, that he would find his way in this loving, because his soul knew her, his heart went out to her.

All these thoughts went flashing through him as he unbuttoned his blouse, and undressed himself except for his underpants.

Only then did he see that Marieke was lying looking at him, with a longing look in her eyes. She flipped open the comforter and pushed something aside, "Come Johan, come lie with me, I want to feel you!"

He sat down next to her on the bed, put his hands on either side of her face and kissed her. Marieke held his upper arms and let her hands slide halfway down his back along his sides.

Johan grabbed her wrists and placed her hands on the sheet, looking at her lovingly. "Wait a little longer with that, I want to caress you first, make you feel how much I love you and how beautiful I think you are."

"Beautiful, me beautiful?" Marieke whispered in surprise.

"Yes indeed, you are beautiful! When I see you in your clothes, in that wonderfully casual slobber sweater, I think you're beautiful. And when I see you now, wearing only your panties and your bra, I think you're even more beautiful." Johan's smile reached his eyes. "When I look into your eyes, I see the most beautiful woman I've ever met."

Marieke took a different tack: "You're prejudiced, because you love me."

"Probably, but I don't care, because that doesn't make you any less beautiful!" thought Johan, as he let his hands slide to her shoulders and began kissing her over her jawline and while kissing went down her neck, between her breasts, over the front clasp of her bra and on under that to her navel. He let the tip of his tongue teasingly pierce her navel and then draw a circle around it.

While he was kissing, his hands moved down her sides. Johan half turned around and began to massage her lower legs. He bent down, grabbed her feet and kissed her toes.

Marieke squirmed and giggled, "Oh Johan, what are you doing? You're driving me crazy, man!"

"Hmm," hummed Johan, "I think that's what I like best, driving you crazy. Great, the way you're lying there squirming!"

"Grrraaaa!" growled Marieke, "weirdo!" Still, she let him have his way, because deep down she loved that he was exploring her body like that, and loved the unexpected, unknown reactions in her body!

His hands crept caressing and kneading up her legs again. A finger slipped under her panties. "Oops, my finger lost its way," he jokingly murmured, as he began to kiss her belly just above the fabric.

He heard her gasp and utter soft cries, felt her squirm under his hands, and enjoyed her reactions, enjoyed who she was, how she looked, how she felt. Both his hands and his lips crept upward agonizingly slowly. He placed his hands on the sides of her breasts, smiling at the dots her nipples made through the fabric of her bra. "Those little ladies on your breasts are having a blast, they're almost crawling through your bra with desire!"

Marieke chuckled hiccuping, but couldn't utter a word in excitement. She could only hope that he saw that he could unhook her bra from the front to free and caress her breasts. While she was thinking that, he discovered the small clasp and pointed to it while looking at her questioningly. She nodded eagerly. Johan opened the clasp and set the bra aside.

In his adolescence, he had seen breasts, on movies and in pictures. He had found them beautiful, without it having done much to his own body. That was different now, his body was on fire.

He stared his eyes out, before placing his hands on the sides of her bared breasts, "Ooooh, how beautiful, and how soft!" he sighed rapturously.

He bent down again and gave her one nipple a butterfly light kiss. This, to John's surprise, produced a brief violent jolt from Marieke. Had his kiss caused that? Were her nipples that sensitive?

He placed his lips on her nipple and began gently stroking them. Marieke squirmed with delight, grabbed Johan by his hair and moaned. He let his tongue lick circles around them, first one and then the other. He felt her become more aroused at a rapid pace and let his hand travel down her skin, along her side, to her thigh. There he stopped for a moment, while his tongue continued to tease her nipple.

The question in his mind, how to proceed, was immediately answered by a certainty: he moved his hand up through the inside of her thigh very slowly. He put his hand on her panties over her pubic area and felt how hot she was and how moist, even through the fabric. He didn't hesitate for a moment, pulling off her panties with one swift movement. He went back to her nipple with his tongue and put his hand on her labia.

He felt Marieke tilt her hips and push against his hand. It flashed through him for a moment, how special it was, that he actually knew so little about a woman's body, and yet managed to love her so much.

Intuitively, he knew, that between those soft pads that were her labia, lay the center with which he could increase her arousal. Carefully he inserted his finger between them and moved forward, where he felt a small tip, which immediately grew a little larger and harder. Just like her nipples, yearning, thought Johan.

Slowly and tenderly he let his finger move over that tip. Almost immediately Marieke's body tightened from head to toe.

"Let go, Marieke, let go, let it come," Johan whispered. For a split second she relaxed and then began to shudder and jerk. She clutched even more tightly into his hair and called out his name in a panic.

He let go of her clit and her nipple, caressing only her side and her belly affectionately with his hands.

Slowly Marieke came to rest, as he looked at her lovingly. He saw bewilderment in her eyes, a bewilderment that turned into joy.

When she had a little breath again, she whispered hoarsely, "How wonderful this was, even better than the greatest roller coaster. At least as exciting, but so overwhelming, so... I have no words for it!"

Johan smiled broadly and kissed her mouth, no longer tender, but full of passion, full of desire for more, for her, desire to enter her. Again he stroked her skin and her labia, grabbing a nipple between his lips and moving it up and down. Even more eager by her reaction, he took part of her breast into his mouth and began to suck gently, his tongue stimulating her nipple. The moment he again found her clitoris with a finger, she reached her second climax. Johan couldn't hold it any longer, yanked his underpants off his body and sat down between Marieke's legs.

While he didn't give her any more rest and drove her to another orgasm, he carefully entered her. Moving slowly, he stimulated her further as she wrapped her legs around him.

When she reached her third, particularly violent climax, he could no longer control himself, nor did he feel he had to. He thrust into her with such fierce passion that she let out a startled cry and called his name again. She gripped his upper arms with such force that it seemed pure desperation.

Then she heard Johan call her name, and felt him unload into her.

For a moment there was silence, then he let himself fall on her. He was vaguely aware that he was pretty much squeezing her flat, but was unable to raise himself up. As Marieke began to stroke his back and gently squeeze his buttocks, he felt his penis inside her begin to stiffen again.

Marieke thought she felt something like that too, and continued to stroke and knead his butt. She managed to move forward slightly with one hand between his thighs. She felt his scrotum, tense, wrinkly. She had seen male organs in pictures, but never felt them.

She ran her fingers over them, hardly aware of what it was causing Johan. She didn't realize that until he began massaging her in supreme excitement and teasing her nipples again. She felt her own excitement grow again, how Johan moved slowly at first and then more and more violently inside her and how, to her great surprise, they came together again in an explosion.

The peace and quiet, the relaxation afterwards... Johan seemed to have fallen asleep lying on top of her. Marieke looked down in love at his curly hair and let her fingers crawl through it. A soft moan signaled to her that Johan was not asleep, but as laveless as she was.

"Sweet little butterfly, I squashed you all over," he moaned, "are you still alive?"

"I guess I'm a strong little butterfly, so yes, I'm alive. What a roller coaster this has been. I never need to go to an amusement park again, I have enough on you. You are my amusement park, my sweet roller coaster. Come here, silly!"

She grabbed his head with both hands and pulled him up a little. She kissed him on his forehead. He looked at her in bewilderment: "A roller coaster? A roller coaster? An amusement park? Good grief, do you like that?"

Marieke grinned, "Only if it's a living roller coaster named Johan. In such a roller coaster I really like to ride! Other than that I have nothing to do with amusement parks, far too busy with all those people. I'd rather have my own living roller coaster without spectators!"

She kissed him again. Johan grabbed her and turned them together so that she was lying on top of him. They kissed, caressed each other in complete peace.

They found themselves ... in each other.

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