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In our initial installment, we wrote about the first four months of Stella Maris with me.
It happened, exactly to the day, on her nineteenth birthday, my dorm had x-mas dinner.
It started with our usual morning sex-session, after she savoured my 'Oeufs a la Pierre'.
It is in all dirty details in our first sexy story. Here I write about her birthday, next x-mas.
This tale is mostly about what happened that memorable day of December 21st 1976.
Together we hurried back from my dorm to her room in southern part of Amsterdam.
Stella Maris would get a visit there before lunch from her father and her sister Marlene.
She did not prepare anything special, as she expected her dad to take us out for lunch.
She had some spreads and crackers as an 'amuse', before that coffee and carrot-cake.
She wore tight yoga-pants to avoid further fathers fun "ounce of ass in pound of pants".
She wore a bra under a silk shirt, although she didn't really need one for her b-boobs.
She was right in her guess and we had a nice light lunch, not far from her luxury room.
She invited Marlene to stay for few more days: her school's x-mas holiday had started.
She sat in front of me on my bicycle on our way back to old town, her sister drove hers.
She had prayed for first flakes to fall for x-mas and indeed it started to snow after noon.
She looked forward to prepare a x-mas stall in the dorm's large kitchen, before dinner.
She got help from Marlene, other students decorated a small x-mas tree. Many cooked.
She helped peeling potatoes, slicing veggies. Her sister followed suit. Learned names.
She knew we will feed many mouths: twenty rooms at the dorm, plus all invited guests.
She counted during dinner, amazed we found place for over thirty people, many mine:
She had met my junior sister Marjolene before - see part one - in age about halfway us.
She withdrew with Marlene an hour before dinner-start to shower & dress up properly.
She came back as the best beauty of the evening to the common room & freaked out!
She noticed the head of the rabbit, smothering on low fire, in the crib of her x-mas stall.
She couldn't stop crying, looked like going crazy. I grabbed her by both hands to calm.
She kept a bad mood. I understood, but no time for long talks, nor my inner gentleman.
I dragged her to my room. Lifted her dress, smacked her ass. No avail. Pull slip down.
I spanked her hard till her wild crying turned to mere sobbing. Not much time left now.
I caressed her small bottom, which had quickly turned pretty pink, rosy even, a bit red.
I got terribly turned on by the situation, the sight of her burning bottom. I took her hard.
I was amazed how fast and well it worked, suddenly silent, meek, horny, heavy breaths.
I took her to our common bathroom, where we showered together and we made love.
I was amazed how loud she had another overwhelming orgasm, not her shy silent one.
I brought her back to my room to redress for festive x-mas dinner, which we ate us four.
I had set-up a special table for us and our sisters, as they hardly knew all those others.
I was happy to see that our sister had restored the x-mas stall she made with baby J. C.
I had a nice dinner with a dozen different courses by dozen different kitchen chefs.
I helped removing the tables, others did dishes. Soon our x-mas party was underway.
I was very glad she danced all evening and night, her freaking out almost forgotten.
I went back to bed with her when dawn was breaking. So far, so good for x-mas stuff.
I compromised with Stella Maris on visits with x-mas to parents, first hers, next mine.
We weren't allowed to sleep together at hers, at mine I just took my bro's room at attic.
We put two mattresses together there and prepared a mutual bed to have our privacy.
We had our third x-mas dinner of that year. Late we climbed the metal ladder to the top.
We spent a quiet night, I thought, but later she told me she was cold, freezing all night.
We had enough blankets there, but she was afraid to wake me up to ask me for more.
We concluded later that she caught an inflammation that night. She fell ill early January.
We consulted her internist, who advised long rest and taking pills to combat her illness.
We considered where she would cure, which might take lots of time :... many months.
We came to conclusion best at us in Amsterdam, at her parents I did not feel welcome.
We wanted to stay close for care and comfort, and thought great sex is a healing force.
I analysed her behaviour later, been bored by x-mas rituals, which I disliked as a teen.
I did not bring it up with her, as she is really into x-mas celebrations, my insight grew.
I brought her to her consults at her specialists. We took a bit a break at our faculties.
I took more time to eat her out, lick her love lips, learn to masturbate her to orgasms.
I enjoyed to nurse her and all the time in the world to explore sex together in my bed.
We tried sexy sixty-nine, but found out it is very hard to give and get at the same time.
We were young and eager to explore and learn from our (s)experiences in pleasuring.
We gave up on acrobatic sex-positions, sex is not a sport. It is healthier, without risks.
We divided tasks, she would do most of the sleeping, leaving shops and food to me.
We did get her back to her weekly ballet class, my pleasure was bring her and watch.
We will get to our Spring holiday in France, where we did a diary, in next installment.
We had better sex there, I noticed. With study stress, Stella Maris not her best in bed.
We even evened our record of eight times cumming in her within twenty-four hours.
We want to call it quids for this second sexy erotic erratic episode, as dawn breaks.
We like to thank our dear readership for staying with us in our dozen verses of five!
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