My first time in Afrika, I went to a place called the William Holden Santuary for Animals. I went with a class, supposedly for some Biology trip to study god-knows-what, but I ended up boinking the new school whore- Charlotte.
I'm not sure whether it's in the name, or whether it was the fact that she was a redhead from Scottland, but this girl had no iota of dignity in her. She was a whore- point blank. My first night with her was the very first night we got to the Santuary.

A friend had given me a hint someone wanted "to talk", but I had no idea this meant the removal of clothing, the insertion of my penis into her quim, ejaculation inside her and much grief from a-future girlfriend. Regardless, I went ahead with the plan.

The layout of the camp was like so: we had a main house by the entrance towards the top left (if your looking at this from a birds eye view), the main fireplace and meeting area was at the center and the rest of the tents- where everyone stayed were at the bottom right- about 2 blocks from the main house. Me and some other degenerates deemed unfit and uncooth to commune at a distance from the teachers got the main house- our teachers being our neighbors, and everyone else the main tents- 2 blocks away from us. They could sneak in beer and go out at night if they wanted to. They could get laid. We couldn't.

The same night- we were to meet at some little library where we were to get our assignment. I didn't go. I had a date- with Charlotte. I think a whistle was blown or something that formal, but while everyone was filing towards the library, Charlotte and I snuck into the main house.

Immediately inside, there was no time wasting. Morality, judgement, everything you're taught is thrown out the door. You just go for it- atleast I did. Before we were even on the bed, we were half naked. I was feeling her breasts and ass faster than I could think. By the time we hit the bed, I was already fscking her. I remember her moaning so loudly and not caring whether anyone walked in. Back then- being caught fscking a chick was like dying in battle. It was not only an assurance that you could get laid- it was a statement of your experience and knowledge about the world. I boinked Charlotte on a friends bed, and I remember she got it wet. I wondered "How the hell does a girl get the bed wet? Did this whore just piss?" I got kinda pissed because I thought she peed, but I would never have said anything because I was getting pussy. I just shut up and enjoyed the experience of mounting her and blasted my cum inside her- unaware that girls get preggie like that. Who cared.

When we got done, we snuck back to the library. I think the teacher knew something was afoot, but he hoped the situation wouldn't escalade to anything more but some excitement that night. I told my friends everything. This wasn't like some private shit- I had just boinked the newest whore in our school and I did it in the most idyllic location on Earth at the perfect time and I fscking did it under the teacher and new headmaster's nose. If nobody believed me, there was evidence on So's bed. So was a good friend, but also a major nerd. Never to my knowledge did he get laid, but he always had people get laid around him.

That night, I snogged Charlotte again. I even boinked her again- but that's another story. Hannah was ruined. I remember trying to talk to her, and I remember her just shrugging it away and leaving me thinking "damn, she really was serious wasn't she?".

Oddly enough, I never knew what serious meant, or atleast what being serious was- until that point. To me, people said "serious" when they wanted someone to pay attention, but suddenly it became apparent that all these feelings followed. How odd I thought. Why would anyone invest so much in another person without any insurance? Obviously it hit me a couple of weeks after this incident, but Charlotte (and her sister Chloe) had more to teach me later on...