My Danish Teen Sex Epiphany

The first time I slept over at Peter's house, we arrived so late his mom and dad were already asleep. We had a fun evening in his attic bedroom, but I was anxious when I woke up the next morning. Raised in America, I had never slept at a boyfriend's place before. What would his parents think of me? What would I say to them? I walked down the stairs with great trepidation, wondering if I should gather up my things and bolt. Even without articulating it to myself, my real fear was: Would they think I was a slut?

But Peter's mother, Eva, greeted me at the bottom of the stairs with a huge smile. "Good morning!" she said. "Breakfast is almost ready. Do you prefer coffee or tea?" She was so sweet and warm and matter-of-fact that I wanted to cry with joy. In fact, I think I may have hugged her, right then and there. We became fast friends.

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