I had a dream about Europe. About Isabel. The time we got wasted. That night we fucked. The dream was vague. I dont remember much. But I felt guilty after I awoke.

Isabel was sweet. She was a year younger than me. A sun bleached blonde. Skinny with peach sized boobies. Tiny pebble sized nipples. She barely had any pubic hair. Neither did I. But of course I waxed. I was traveling with her cousin Vanessa. We only stayed a week. But it was an incredible week.

I loved the way her lips moved. They were so soft. That first kiss. She was leaning over me. Untangling my hair. It was caught on a button. I lifted my head. Met her lips. It was so effortless. It just happened. We were kissing. Then we were groping.

Four nights later. We were alone. I got wasted. Fell asleep. Woke up a couple hours later. Isabel was in knots. Her hands above her head. Tied to the yoke. Her ankles spread out. Tied to the posts. She said I tied her up. Then fell asleep. I really dont remember that. But I did take advantage.

I grabbed the marble pestle. It was a decorative piece. They had it on display over the mantle. I used it to fuck her. First lying on top. Missionary style. Then to the side. My head at her crotch. Tonguing her clit until she came. It was wild. The way she bucked up from the bed.

I took her virginity. Thats what she told me. She had lost her hymen herself. But I was the first person to ever fuck her.