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Author's note: From this episode onward, I will occasionally describe individual passages from Svenja's point of view. To help you, the reader, recognize the change in perspective, I have highlighted it in italics and bold.

Memories of a Physiotherapy Student #3

- An at least partly autobiographical story -

Just two days ago, I would never have dared to dream that what felt like decades of sexual abstinence would end so quickly. Okay, dear readers, you're probably thinking again, "What an idiot, I am exaggerating, considering he's only eighteen." But that's why I say it "felt" like decades. At least I remember well, now that I'm sharing my thoughts with you, that since I was twelve or thirteen, I've had a constant urge to vent and therefore had to relieve it at every opportunity. Surely you know what I mean, or do I need to be more specific? There you go!

The wait for the "first time," that is, the first time with real sex, truly seemed endless to me at that age. And hand on heart, dear straight and bi men among you. Surely as a teenager you would have slept with every girl in your school and even with every reasonably attractive teacher if the opportunity had presented itself, right?

And just so that you, dear reader, might perhaps have a little bit of understanding for me, please give me the opportunity to explain here why I didn't simply save myself for Svenja, or for that matter, for some other girl. You girls like to accuse us men of being cock-driven anyway. And yes, we really are cock-driven. At least at eighteen. In any case, I was cock-driven at eighteen!

Sometimes it can be quite annoying for us men when, every time we're confronted with your key stimuli, we immediately react with our cocks. At least my cock, in this respect, had a life of its own. In fact, it still quite enjoys doing that today. If it felt it had to react to certain images my eyes had sent to my brain, it usually did so without asking me first. You can't imagine the embarrassing situations this has gotten me into, and I don't just mean yesterday's massage class! At an age when sperm are produced faster than you can shake them off with your own hand, you're grateful for any outside help. Certainly for the help of a charming woman like Christine was. This isn't meant as an excuse, but perhaps at least as an explanation that will hopefully give you a little understanding for why I simply couldn't resist the temptation, even though I was actually in love with Svenja.

But if I were to be completely honest with myself, I would be doing Christine an injustice if I claimed that it was just a biological reaction of my cock when I surrendered to her charm. From the very first moment I heard her voice in the emergency room of the university hospital, Christine had captivated me. It wasn't just her heartfelt smile, with which she looked at me from the same doe-brown eyes that had already captivated me Svenja. It was simply everything that she radiated with her life-affirming aura in that moment. For me, she personified the loving mother, the kind-hearted, compassionate comforter of souls, and the supremely desirable woman all at once. In addition to all these qualities, any one of which would have been enough to make me feel attracted to her, there was now also the passionate lover who made me a man in such a wonderful way. I would never have dreamed of reducing Christine to a simple sex object, because for me she was nothing more and nothing less than a goddess!

"Simple sex object," by the way, is my catchphrase. The way she was posing in front of me in the doggy position with her legs provocatively spread, you'd really think that was exactly what she was trying to portray for me at that moment! I'll probably never get the image Christine presented to me out of my mind. Her inner labia shimmered moistly in the brightness of the moonlight, which shone directly down on them, masterfully staging the sight of her unrestricted readiness to mate. Even the best Hollywood director couldn't have better staged the eroticism Christine radiated at that moment!

I slid closer to her on my knees, feeling as if my "first time" was only now truly upon me. At least, that's how I felt at that moment, as I looked down at my horizontally erect cock. It pointed impatiently toward its intended destination, while the first drops of precum had

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