My first "official" boyfriend was a nerdy guy from my university. His name was Wojtek (not the same Wojtek as my current neighbor). He was tall and thin, with large round glasses. His hair was a light brownish-blondish shade. He had a shy smile and a timid voice. I liked his cute face and a quirky smile.

We went on coffee dates, movie dates, study dates. He was not in a rush to get physical with me. I had to kiss him first. His lips were soft and warm. Hit tongue was slow and tentative, as if he was unsure of what he was doing.

When we were making out, his hands were gentle and cautious. He touched me like he was handling a rare porcelain doll. He was feeling my breasts through the fabric of my dress but never attempted to get into my panties.

"He wants you so bad, " my friend Miriam told me after he saw us together. "Really?" I asked her. "It's obvious!" she insisted, "but you need to take the matter into your own hands, sis! He's smitten! Just go fuck him! He's so innocent... so corruptible..."

The next time Wojtek and I met, he said stammering, "Are you my girlfriend now?"

"I guess," I said.

“Can you come to my flat," he asked enthusiastically, "I will introduce you to my housemates!"

I hesitated. "You don't need to,” he added, “It's just they all have girlfriends... And they make fun of me... Call me a virgin... But I'm not a virgin! I had a girlfriend back in Gniezno...."

I interrupted him. I did not want to hear about his ex.

"We will come to my place and just hold hands... If you don't mind," he said.

I hesitated. "What would Miriam do?" I asked myself. And the answer was obvious.

"Okay," I said. "But we won't be just holding hands. And you won't introduce me as your girlfriend."

He seemed confused.

"You see," I continued, "if you are too obvious, they will suspect it's not real, that you begged me to pretend to be your girlfriend, or even paid me. We will be subtle."

"How?" he asked.

"You will tell them that I'm just a friend," I said, "That I share a room with a girl who invited a boyfriend. And that when this happens the other girl should spend the night elsewhere. So, you, out of kindness of your heart invited me to spend the night in your room. Let their dirty minds connect the dots."

We met on the next night. I put on skinny jeans and a tight t-shirt. I followed what Miriam called an "effortlessly sexy" aesthetic. "The paradox, " Miriam used to say, "is that effortlessly sexy requires more effort than just sexy." I did feel that. I wanted my bra to be visible through my t-shirt, but only barely and only at certain angles. I had spent hours just trying different combinations.

Wojtek led me to his flat. It was a big three-bedroom flat, with a huge living room. I saw two boys sitting in the living room, drinking beer, and watching TV.

"Hi guys," said Wojtek, "this is Anna! I told you about her." He then introduced his friends to me.

"You have fun!" said one of the boys.

"We're not here for fun!" answered Wojtek as if he was offended, "Anna is just a friend!"

He led me to his room. It was clean and the bedsheets looked fresh.

As soon as he closed the door, I felt my inner Miriam overtaking me. I started kissing him. He seemed taken aback, but I did not give him a chance to stop me. I undid his shirt, pushed him onto the bed, and climbed on top of him. Then I removed my t-shirt and my bra and let him enjoy my breasts. I was still in my jeans. I kissed his mouth and his neck and sucked on his nipples. He moaned a bit.

"Moan louder, " I said, "I want your boys to hear you!"

I slid my hand into his pants and found his penis. It was fully erect.

I took it out and began to stroke it. He moaned louder.

"Slower, please..." - he begged me. He put his palm on my fingers which were hugging his cock and showed me the rhythm that he liked.

I began to move my hand up and down slowly, feeling his warm and wet foreskin sliding up and down over his head. It was so soft and smooth that my hand glided easily over it.

As I moved my hand, he squirmed. His cock was twitching in my hand as if it was begging me to go faster. But I was not in a rush. Not at all. I wanted to tease him, to make him wait for his release. I could feel his veins pulsing and the skin tightening around his shaft. His breathing was becoming rapid and shallow.

He moaned again. It was loud.

I continued to stroke him, moving my hand faster and faster. His balls tightened and his head was throbbing in my hand. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsing.

He came.

A warm sticky fluid shot out of his head and landed on my hand and his stomach. His cock continued to pulsate as I continued to stroke him. He groaned as his orgasm subsided and his body relaxed.

Then I took off my jeans and panties and lay down next to him.

"Now you do the same to me!" I said in a commanding voice that would make Miriam proud.

I took his hand and guided it to my pussy. I put his finger on my clit and showed him the movements I liked.

He started rubbing me. Wojtek's fingers were thin and long, and he was a quick learner. I told him to keep going, to rub my clit harder. He moved his hand faster and faster until I could feel the pleasure building up.

He then became inspired and slid his finger inside me, and then two fingers. He moved them in and out, curling them against the roof of my vagina. I closed my eyes, my pussy tightened around his fingers, and I could feel my juices flowing out of me.

As he was moving, I felt my orgasm approaching.

My legs tensed up. My body started shaking, and I felt a wave of pleasure washing over me. My pussy was throbbing and pulsing. I moaned loudly. I did not care who might hear me.

The orgasm was gradually subsiding.

"I need to take a shower," I said. He gave me his bathrobe. I put it on and exited the room. The boys were still there. I was sweaty, and still shaking a bit from the orgasm.

"May I use your bathroom, guys," - I asked them. They nodded. I took a shower and returned to Wojtek's room.

Then Wojtek took a shower, and we joined the boys in the living room to watch TV.

"So, it looks like you were having fun after all", one of them asked.

“No-no!” I said, “We're just friends".

I made eye contact with Wojtek, and we both laughed.

His reputation was saved.