The date was 22nd of April 2004 I believe. I had been talking with her on MSN for some months after first being contacted by her on this Norwegian site called Darkdate (:D). Her name was Cathrine, 19 years old at the time, and living in Stavanger. Didn’t really have too much in common with her, but still kept on talking, plus she was fairly cute and seemed to like me. Who am I to complain then? Eventually she ended up sending some more… personal pictures shall we say? Nothing too revealing, but enticing enough. Some of her in a nice black teddy with a garter belt and thigh-highs, and some of her with a see-through top. She had a nice body, lovely ass and beautiful breasts. She wanted to meet me, but I wasn’t too sure. First of all I was scared shitless of meeting some girl, and I soon had to go to the civil service camp, which at the time I was very uncertain of about how it was gonna be like. But ok, here I had the chance to meet a good looking girl that liked me, my parents were away that week, and there was a distant hope that sex could be involved after all.

We decided that she could come here the 22nd of April, a thursday, and stay untill Sunday, the day before I had to go to the civil service camp for medical check up, job searching and all that. I got more nervous for every day that passed, and suddenly it was time. Took a shower, cleaned up my room a little, made the bed and added some extra pillows and blanket for her. Luckily she had already said that she *was* going to sleep in the same bed as me, and that I couldn’t do anything about it. Yay, I thought. I wouldn’t have to worry about that awkward situation where I ask her where she wants to sleep or if I should get an extra matress when she eventually got here.

Had I remembered everything? Insane amounts of thoughts were flying through my mind, this is not something I’m used to. Before this, all my experiences with girls had been a normal kiss or two a few years ago, so this was something of a milestone for me. Around 20.00 on thursday I got a call from her. Fuck! This is it. Cute voice. I managed to not sound too nervous, it seemed like she was more nervous than me actually. She had just arrived at the airport, and we arranged for me to meet her downtown where she would come in with the airport bus that travels back and forth between the airport and the city.

Waited outside a hotel where the stop was, and there the bus came. Last chance to run. She stepped out of the bus and I recognized her immediately. Waved and smiled at her and she came towards me. Wow, she was more beautiful in real life. She had a huge grin on her face, reached around me and gave me a big hug. Mmm… how warm she was, we held each other for quite some time. All that was in my head was “Hmm, I wonder if she has noticed that I have a hard on right now?”. I don’t think she did luckily, that could have been awkward. Took a cab back to my place, and managed to actually get a conversation going right away. Helped her with her bag up the stairs, the gentleman that I am, and showed her around the apartment, and into my room.

The nervousness subsided, she unpacked some of her stuff and got comfortable. She had some school assignments to do, since she was actually ditching school to come here. She was sitting in my bed doing some draft on a paper, so on to IRC I went to tell about my venture so far.

Thanks to rawl for finding me logs :*. Quite fun to read everything that was said while I was away.

So as you read, she woke up after falling asleep to the TV, and decided to go to bed. First night was uneventful, we just slept in the same bed. But even that was really nice, to actually have someone there. Woke up around noon on Friday, and she asked if she could come under my blanket. Hmm, hard question. She was half a top of me with her left leg between mine, this time she *must* have noticed that I got a hard on :D. I feel like a deer caught in the headlights, scared stiff. Luckily for me she takes the initiative and kisses me. Time freezes and it feels like an eternal moment as we continue to kiss, and eventually work in some tongue action. So now I’m basically like “:D :D :D :D :D :D :D :D”. It’s amazing how wonderful a simple kiss can feel, specially for someone not exactly used to it. Her lips were so soft and silky, and it felt like heaven while our tongues met, a mighty cute one she had too. We keep making out for at least half an hour.

Moving on. This day we went out to the store together to buy some food and other necessities. Had a quiet day at home, cuddled, kiss and lightly caressed each other. Saw a movie, ate some pizza and talked some. Time for bed again. After the morning before, I feel more confident and have no problems taking the initiative to kissing. And kiss we did. Now here’s where I’m starting to have regrets. I’m 100% positive that if I had taken the initiative to it or tried to in any way, I could have gotten laid this night. But of course I didn’t dare to do anything, and neither did she. At the time I still wasn’t completely sure if there could be anything else than kissing involved, so we kept it at that. Even that was more than I could ever have hoped for, I was in total ecstacy just because of the kissing.

Saturday. Took her out to show her the city and a couple of shops she wanted to visit. Had some minor back pain at the time, and was in complete agony as she wondered around for hours in each store like girls tend to do. But what the fuck, had to suck it up, it was worth it. Bought her an ice cream and we sat in the sun together just enjoying the day. Took the bus home, and noticed that there was a car-free day in the streets where I live, which is something of a tradition that is done every few months or so. Walked around a bit while holding hands. Still, all that was in my head was “:D :D :D :D :D :D”.

Rest of the day wasn’t too exciting, just the usual kissing and cuddling going on for quite some time. It was the last night she was staying, last chance to get laid as well. Nothing happened this night either. Fuck, why didn’t I do something? *BAKA*.

Sunday, final day. She had to leave fairly early to catch a plane. Packed up her stuff, and I took her down to the bus station. Did the mandatory good bye hug and kiss, and she was on her way. Phew. At the time it was the most amazing feeling ever, and definitely one of the best weeks of my life. And it still is, I really miss it, while I regret not doing more.

Unfortunately, her house was robbed some days after she came home and she lost her camera, so I don’t have any pictures from the event. After all this, I pretty much ignored her, which was kinda mean I must admit. Eventhough I had a great time, she still wasn’t my type. Can’t believe I’m being this picky, I can’t really afford it. Her music taste was quite different from mine, and she wasn’t into movies at all. Plus, she lived an 8 hour drive away, and the last thing I needed was getting into some long distance relationship thing. I’m sure she found someone better anyway. At the time, I was stressed out because of the civil service thing. I was nervous about what would happen and if I would get an ok job. That’s it I guess.

Edit as of 8th June: I managed to find two pictures, which brought back some good memories.

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