[Krst]

When I was 19, I befriended a couple who where probably in their early forties. Her name was Nina; his name Alex. The couple had two beautiful daughters, around my age, who were also my friends. I had many reasons to frequent them during evening time, being the main one the opportunity I had to see the two girls in their see-through nighties. I also loved to get in my hands, and sniff, their used panties, which they deposited in a laundry container in the bathroom, but that's another story.

That Sunday evening I stopped by just to visit with the whole family and have a family moment. But to my surprise Nina was alone. Not much ago her husband had had to leave in a hurry to take care of a construction contract in the making (he was a builder), and the girls where elsewhere visiting with other girlfriends.

As usual, Nina invited me in and asked if I had ate. "No," I said. So she offered me food which I accepted. While a ate, she went to take a shower. She came out from the shower with a gown on -- a piece of clothe I was used to see her on -- and we both sat in the living room to chat. Being 19, shy, naive and innocent, I must say I was very, very respectful of Nina. Her husband was somebody I had in high regard, and I saw her as if she was my mother.

The conversation spun around trivial topics -- my college, my sister, her daughters, etc. But then, at some point she changed whatever topic we were at and, while pulling her gown up to show me her thighs she said, "today we went to the beach and I got a tan".

I looked down to her thighs. They looked shiny and reddish, and beautiful.

- Oh, wow, I think you got a nice tan. Any burning sensation? - I inquired, trying to extend the topic as I found it interesting.

She ignored my question. Instead, she slid her fingers on the upper part of her thighs as if caressing them while adding, "I've always been admired by men because of my legs. They say I have beautiful legs."

- Well, I think they are right - I said - I think you were blessed with beautiful legs.

At that point I was a little torn inside. On one side, I respected Nina and her husband. On the other, I was fascinated by the beauty of her legs and the cleavage her gown was letting me see. It was obvious she wasn't wearing any bra.

- But I have a problem - she added.

- What is that?

- I suffer from an illness.

- What do you mean?

Then, lifting her head to look directly in my eyes with this innocent face, as if begging for some empathy on my part, she proceeded on:

- From time to time I experience this horrible pain in my vagina. It's so intense that I can't bear my husband penetrating me.

I swallowed a little bit thick as I sensed she was wading into new waters. It was a territory I wasn't prepared for, specially because it was her, Nina. Besides that, I had never been with a woman, and had never talked with one about their intimate problems. What did I know about vaginal pain?

Not knowing what to say I simply added:

- I'm sorry to hear that.

Nina decided to elaborate on her topic. Looking down to her thighs again, and while opening her legs and pulling her gown further up she said:

- You have no idea how painful it is. During those days a small vein forms and it goes from this side -- she said while opening her legs even further apart and touching the right side of her crotch with the finger of her right hand -- and goes across my inner labia to the other side.

I was looking to her crotch. She was wearing white panties. Her right outer labia protruded a little bit out of the panty line and I could appreciate some hair. It was evident she wasn't shaved.

I knew what she was going to do next. She wanted to show me exactly how "the small vein" ran across her slit. I knew that panty was going to be pulled aside. My heart was racing in such a way I thought it was going to stop any moment.

And then, at the distance we heard the metallic noise produced by the gate when the girls opened it. They were coming back home.

The last thing I was able to say was, "I hope you will not experience that pain again." The nervousness caused by the moment and the imminent presence of the girls made my hard-on go away... until later that night, when I was alone in the bathroom of my house.