The story goes like this, I was 19 and was moving into an apartment building so I could attend university and while moving in I meet this beautiful blond girl that lived across the hall. We didn't talk really, just hello, how are you doing sort of thing. As the weeks went by we talked more and more but always in the hall when we met coming and going.
Then one she invited me over for coffee, so I accepted and agreed to come over right after I put away my groceries. When she answered the door she was wearing just a bathrobe that was not wrapped that tight and barely covered what she had to offer, and explained she had just got out of the shower. I said I could come back later but she insisted that I stay. We sat at the table drinking coffee and every once and a while she would move and I would get a little glimpse. It was more than my 19 year old brain could handle and the male part of my body responded. So I sat there scared to move in fear that she would notice. This went on for what seemed like hours but I sure it was only a few minutes.
After finishing my coffee she asked me if I would like another cup. Thinking that if I said no she would expect me to leave so I agreed to a second cup, big mistake. She responded by saying the coffee percolator is on the counter would you pour me one too. So I got up and tried to turn in a way she wouldn't notice the bulge in my pants. I guess it didn't work because she said I have a better idea and got up and came over and started kissing me, than she started rubbing her hands over my body and I was ready to explode.
Than she said I think we would be more comfortable in the bedroom. At this point my head is spinning. Here I am 19 years old, a complete virgin just 2 weeks in the big city and fresh from the small farming village I had spent my whole life and this beautiful woman 23 years old is inviting me into her bedroom. I was ready to go, I think I would have went anywhere at that point.
Now the story goes bad. Once on the bed we start kissing again than when I am about do the deed she stops me and opens the drawer to the night stand and pulls out a sting of beads, more like small balls. She informs me they are love beads and instructs me on how to use them, I was to insert them up here butt and pull them out as she reached orgasm. Simple enough? I had never heard of such a thing but didn't want to look stupid and readily agreed. My inexperience shows as I hop on and go at it like a jack rabbit in heat. Than she lets out a moan that I mistake for reaching orgasm because I am ready to go off myself so I grab the end of the beads and with a mighty tug like I was starting a chain saw, ripped them from her butt. To this day I have never heard such a sound come from a woman. The last thing I remember I was air borne.
When I woke up I was looking up at two paramedics, covered in blood from hitting my head on the night stand, completely naked except she for her bath robe that she have must covered me up.
But the story has a happy ending 12 stitches later and 35 years we are still married
