Dutch lessons: Ch.1: Free at last
Chapter 1: Free at last Swirling around me is a vibrant, pulsing, teenage party. It’s loud and dark and steamy. The music pumps, surges and shudders with a deeply pounding, bass reverb. I feel confused; almost dizzy. My head spins. These Dutch kids certainly know how to do it … whatever “it” might mean around here, in my weird and wonderful new world. To be honest, I’ve only a vague idea what “it” may be, once you get past kissing. And I’m pretty well starved of even that. I gave up Jenna’s deep, wet caresses almost a year ago, and I’m missing her. I’d better confess. I’ve never actually been past kissing, and even that had only been a one-girl special. Ok, yes, I know that “the penis of the male is inserted into the …