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This is a story about an American student on his junior year abroad.
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Munich 1957
(MF/Rom)
We arrived in Munich just in time for Oktoberfest. Enormous tents
spread across the Theresienwiese, each with at least one pumping
brass band and frequently several, each of them competing for the
attention of the thousands of revelers with their um pah beat. They
were Barnum and Bailly in size. I could scarcely see the other end
of the one I was in.
We were a mixed group of American students, newly arrived for our
junior year abroad, overwhelmed by the magnitude of the
festivities, and locals who had seen it all before many times, who
were pleased to share their annual ritual with us. I wondered about
them, about who among them had been a Nazi, because the war had
been over for just twelve years. There was a lot of singing that night,
but no one offered Nazi songs like "Die Fahne Hoch." Long tables
of people locked arms and swayed side to side in rhythm to the polkas,
singing drunkenly traditional songs. When the bands rested, toasts
were boisterously offered to nobody in particular but to everybody in
general. "Zum Wohlsein!" (to your health) was shouted out and
everyone took a quaff. I was swept up into the excitement and
offered my own toast, although it came out differently. "Zum
Wahnsinn!" I shouted. The locals spit forth their mouthfuls of bear
in a spray and some of them choked in their surprise at the
magnificent gaff. "Zum Wahnzinn", they yelled out loudly, shaking
in uncontrollable laughter. I had just toasted: "To insanity."
"Did you do that on purpose?" asked a pretty girl, who sat almost
opposite me at the table in an upper class British voice.
"No," I admitted sheepishly. "I got the words mixed up."
"It was tremendously funny," she smiled and then turned to the boy
next to her, speaking to him in German. I could not make out what
they were saying, because of the din.
I had been stealing glances at that girl all evening. She had an
adorable, doll like face with small, regular features. Her lips were
particularly attractive. They formed around each word she spoke in
an almost exaggerated fashion. Her brown hair was cut short, but
not like a boy's, and her eyes seemed to change color, from green to
light brown as she moved her head.
Her companion half rose, reached his hand across the table and said
in British English, "Hello. My name is Uwe, and this is my sister
Katerina."
I shook his hand and said "I'm Tom," and nodded to his sister, who
smiled at me.
"Thomas"-- he pronounced it Toe-mas in the German fashion-- "that was
really amusing, even though it was a mistake. Are you new to
Munich?"
"Yes, I'm with some others here," I said and waved my hand to
indicate a couple of tables. "We will spend the next year at the
university."
"Splendid!" Uwe exclaimed. "I've been a student here for three
years, and Katerina is just beginning at the university. Forgive me,"
he suddenly said, "I have been speaking to you in English and I'm
certain that you want to practice your German," he smiled slyly at
me, "to avoid making silly mistakes."
"Ya, doch. Ich kann die Sprache lesen," I replied in halting German,
"aber Ich muss es sprechen lernen."
"It will come quickly, I'm sure," he responded in elegant high
German, speaking slowly for me. "Some of us are going out to eat.
The chicken here is too greasy. Would you care to join us, or are
you attached to your group?"
I understood the invitation, if not all the words of it. "Yes, I would
like that."
We stood up to leave, and I noticed that Katerina was several inches
shorter than my five eleven. She was girlish in her stature, although
not exactly small. Her shoulders were narrow and her limbs
slender. Her blouse and jacket concealed her breasts, which were
obviously modest at best.
* * *
We made our way out of the tent laden meadow to a nearby side street,
where Uwe led us to a new Volkswagen parked in the courtyard of a
small apartment block.
"My father's friend lets me park here for Oktoberfest," he explained.
The other member of our party was a big boned blond girl of almost
my size whom Uwe treated with macho familiarity. Her face was
sternly pretty and her body was the sort that pornographers and
teenage boys prefer. Her breasts were quite large. Her name was
Gudrund.
The girls squeezed into the back seat of the car and I rode with Uwe
up front.
"Well, Thomas, how do you like Munich?" he asked as we drove down
the street. "We've repaired most of the damage that you caused,
although there is still some rubble."
"I didn't do it, Uwe. I was only a child then."
"Well, your father did it, and I compliment him on the job."
I wondered all of a sudden how they had experienced the bombardment.
"Were you here, in Munich, when the bombs fell?"
"No, Thomas. Katerina and I were in our decrepit castle near
Reit-im-Winkel, where my father sent us, when things turned bad for
the Reich. Perhaps you have heard of him. He is a renowned
neurosurgeon, Graf Siegfried von Steinetz."
"He's a count? I said, fascinated as are many Americans with European
nobility.
"Actually, that doesn't matter much nowadays, except when we get
together for weddings and funerals."
"Well, here we are," Uwe declared to us, finding a parking spot in
front of a restaurant near the university "This place has Russian
eggs and the finest pasta in Munich."
It was a pleasant, comfortable eatery, not at all pretentious. Old
maps and posters hung on the walls. We sat at a round table with
Katerina just opposite me.
"May I stare at your face?" I asked her. "There's so much there that
I want to inspect."
"Yes, Thomas, and I will examine your pretty face too."
"Boys are not pretty," I chided her pleasantly.
"Of course, that's true of most boys. But you have a pretty face."
We stared at each other until we began to giggle.
"Ah, here's the food," Uwe exclaimed as the waiter approached with a
tray.
We ate in silence, Katerina and I looking up from time to time at each
other. Her little face was so pretty!
"Where did you learn English?" I asked Uwe, although I still looked into
Katerina's face.
"Our mother was English. She spoke the language to us since we were
infants. She's dead now."
We talked about their castle in the Alps, about my home in Olmsted Valley,
Ohio, outside Cleveland, about growing up, about the university.
Gudrund did not join in the conversation, and when she did speak, her
German was very colloquial. She was not a student, I learned later. She
worked in a coffee shop. Katerina clearly disapproved of Uwe's involvement
with a lower class girl.
When we finished our supper, we left the restaurant and climbed back
into the Volkswagen.
"I'll drop you at the apartment, Katerina, then I'll take Gudrund home, "Uwe
announced.
"Will you take Thomas out 'there?'" Katerina asked with a bitter sound
in her voice.
"Yes, of course. I'll show him the sights."
I did not have to look at her behind me to know that the girl was
seething, and I did not have a clue what it was all about.
Uwe pulled the car to the curb in front of an elegant apartment block
which overlooked the southern extremity of the English Garden, a vast
park that stretched to the outskirts of the city. Katerina got out of the
car and paused for a moment next to my window.
"Will I see you again?" she asked me.
"Yes," I replied, "I would like that very much."
"Be careful out there," she said ominously, turned and went into the
building.
***
We drove for over half an hour until we were at the edge of the urban
area. Then Uwe pulled into a short road at the end of which was a two story
house of no particular distinction. He went into the driveway and proceeded
past the house to the end of the property, where there was a low structure.
"Here we are," he announced and got out of the car. Gudrund also got out
quickly and snuggled to her man, as she had never done when Katerina was
present. I recognized a pre-fuck ritual, although I was scarcely
experienced in such matters. We went into the building, which could have
been a garage or a workshop at one time, but which was then a tattered one-
room dwelling with cast off furniture. There was a girl there, a younger
replica of Gudrund who was about fifteen.
"Did you bring me a friend?" she squealed as she saw me in the doorway. She
stood not quite as tall as I. She had a pleasant, blond face with large
features. Breasts pushed at her shirt She was not heavy, but she was
definitely not skinny.
"Thomas," Uwe said in introduction, "this is Gudrund's sister Helga."
The teenager came forward and took hold of my hand, looking intently
into my face. She was quite attractive, sexy, although I was nonplused.
"We're not going back to town tonight. Gudrund and I will be up at the
house and you can sleep here." With that said the two of them turned and
left, closing the door behind them.
Helga grinned at me, still holding my hand..
"You are Thomas?"
"Yes."
"I will stay with you tonight," she said and put her arms around my waist
with a gentle squeeze.
"How old are you," I asked, the only thing that came to my mind.
"I'm almost legal, Thomas. I'll be sixteen in two months."
The girl had a curious scent, a mixture of soap, shampoo and body odor.
"Why are you so nervous?" she said softly, sensing my tenseness.
"I'm not a virgin. I haven't been one since I was nine. Are you a virgin?"
"Almost," I replied, liking the feel of her body against mine. My cock was
hard.
"A person can't be 'almost' a virgin," she said with a smile into my face.
"I've done it once," I admitted.
"Well, Tomchen," she cooed, undoing my shirt buttons, "I expect you to
do me five times before dawn."
* * *
We were quickly naked, and I delighted at the sight of the girl's pale, firm
limbs. Her breasts thrust forth magnificently without any sag. I was
excited at the prospect of fucking this lovely girl, of fucking anyone,
and I grabbed her a bit roughly and sucked on a pointy tit.
"Slow down, Thomas," she said and pushed me gently away from her.
She went around the room and turned off all the lights except a dim
one. From a drawer she retrieved a couple of condoms. Then she
came back to me and gave me a wet kiss, pushing her soft flesh
against mine.
"I'm afraid that you'll come too soon, Thomas, and that would frustrate me,"
she said as she urged me to lie on the mattress in the corner of the room.
We rolled together and kissed passionately.
"Let me do this to quiet you," she said in a whisper, and she then went down
on me.
Her mouth was sufficiently large that she could pucker her lips
around my cock and do me fine. I very quickly warned the girl of
my impending climax, but she kept her mouth on my instrument
and took it all, spurt after spurt, dribble after dribble and even the
ooze. She swallowed the stuff! I had never before experienced such
intense pleasure.
Helga suddenly got up, went to a cupboard and poured a schnapps, which
she drank in a swallow. She then came back to the mattress on the
floor and cuddled to me.
"I had to freshen my breath, lover." she purred, nuzzling my neck.
I was out of juice for the moment, but I relished the feel of her
naked body against mine. We kissed and snuggled for some time.
I began to finger her and she squirmed in pleasure.
"Lick on me!" she demanded in a gasp.
I had never done it before, but I was eager. I moved my face down
her body, kissing and sucking her flesh as I proceeded lower and
lower. Her belly was not flat, although there was no flab to it. She
spread her legs for my head as I reached the goal, the moist, smelly
tangle of her pubic bush. She instructed me in panted words how
to do her and she soon cried aloud at my success. She pulled on my
head. "Come up," she gasped, and I came atop her. I looked into her
pretty face as she impatiently rolled a condom onto my cock. I then
penetrated her body with a single push
We stared at each other as we fucked, her face displaying a delirious
pleasure. We kissed and she bit my lip painfully as she climaxed the
first time, groaning into my mouth, her finger nails scraping my back.
I continued to bang on her, meeting her eager thrusts until she
screamed aloud with a big one. Then, I decided, it was my turn.
I slowed my probes and relished the feel of her tight, warm flesh
around my cock. I stared at her young, pretty face for additional
stimulation, and she understood that I was about to spurt. She smiled
gloriously at me with an open mouth. "Do it my pretty man," she said,
urging me on, and then I exploded. I held the girl to me as I whimpered out
my pleasure.
For the remainder of the night we dozed and fucked. She kept bringing
me fresh condoms from a drawer. She was insatiable. Then she finally
let me sleep, my mouth on a tit.
* * *
I awakened to the sound of voices above me. I opened my eyes and saw
Uwe embracing the naked Helga as Gudrund looked on. I too was naked,
I suddenly realized, and looked about for cover.
"Thomas, it's time to go back to town," Uwe announced. "Gudrund says
that she would like to do you, but I have to hurry. Maybe next time."
I got up and struggled to get into my clothes, the two girls helping, making
a frolic of the procedure. Uwe and I were quickly into his car and we drove
off, the girls waving gaily at our departure. I sat quietly for awhile as
he drove back into the city.
"Uwe," I finally got the courage to ask, "who are those people?"
"They're my girls," Thomas. "I pay them and they don't take on any other
clients."
"They're prostitutes!" I was shocked.
"Of course. How could you not know? Did you imagine that you made a
conquest?"
For the moment I was deflated, because I actually thought that I had made a
conquest. But on reflection I realized that I had been in a whore house,
however pleasant the experience.
* * *
"Are you going to hear Schnabel's new lecture series?" Katerina asked as we
contemplated the slop before us. We sat in the Mensa, across from the main
building of the university, the closest place to grab a snack before class.
"Yes," I replied. "It's on my schedule."
"Well, we'll have to get there very early, you know. Everyone wants to hear
him, because he's going to tell us the history of Hitler's Reich."
She was excited by that prospect. She had lived through it, but she did not
know its history.
When we entered Hoersaal Maximum, the place was filled by over a
thousand students. We had to sit in the aisle with others. The lecture was
still over an hour away. We played staring games with each other to while
away the time. She let me hold her hand. Eventually a young man clad in a
lab coat came out and wrote a series of names on the black board. It was
like the appearance of the concertmeister at a symphony, and everyone got
ready to greet the conductor. The old man, Schnabel, appeared and the huge
room filled with a din as hundreds of people stamped their feet in respect.
I could not follow the lecture very well, because the man wheezed and
mumbled, but everyone else was riveted to the professor's every word. At the
junior year abroad facility, I knew, we would go over the lecture in a
tutorial, so I could spend the time looking at Katerina's marvelous face as
she listened in rapt attention to the old man.
"Wasn't that exciting?" Katerina enthused as we left the lecture hall in a
crowd of people.
"He didn't get past 1914," I observed.
"He's working up to it. He want's to make a case."
Katerina continued to let me hold her hand as we walked out of the
building. Back then it was very important, holding hands. A few years
later the Beetles glorified it in their song "I want to hold your hand."
I felt a bit dirty, touching the pretty, innocent girl, knowing that I had
recently spent a night with an underage prostitute.
"Tomorrow's Saturday," she said abruptly, looking eagerly into my face.
"Will you come with me to the English Garden?"
* * *
We walked from her elegant apartment building into the park which was
ablaze in Autumn color. I was in love with the girl. I could see only her
face. The rest of existence was extraneous. She let me put my arm around
her, and we walked for minutes, miles, eons into the beautiful park. We went
as far as the Chinese Tower, where we lay upon the slope of the hill,
relaxing .She looked into my face with an expression that told me I had
permission to kiss her small lips. I put a palm on her cheek and gazed at
her face before I lowered my head and kissed her gently. She seemed
unpracticed. After a few seconds she pulled away. I wanted more, but she
fended me off with a hand to my chest.
"I like you too much," she said in English. She had a sorrowful expression
on her face.
"Did my kiss make you so unhappy?"
"Yes it did, but perhaps not in the way you are thinking. I could lose
myself in you. I know that I would. But you are going back to America in
just a few months. It would be too painful to see you go, if I let myself
love you."
She was right, of course. She was not a simple girl on a frolic, one who
could pretend to be in love for a short while. Katerina wanted a
relationship that would extend into the unknown future. It was not a matter
of marriage. We were too young to think of that. I sat up.
"It was a marvelous kiss," I said. "I had wanted to do that for weeks,
since I first met you, but I suppose we will not do it again."
"Yes we will, Tommy. I'll kiss you goodbye. I promise."
* * *
I was disappointed, of course, very much so, but I did not for a moment
blame Katerina. Her decision, her denial of me displayed a maturity that
one does not often find in a seventeen year old girl, and it only made her
more desirable in my eyes.
For the next several weeks Uwe and I spent each evening haunting the
student night spots that clustered in the Schwabing district. We drank too
much, and I once fell over a railing onto the floor below as I pulled
myself, utterly drunk, up a staircase.
I became one of the crowd of his friends, closer to him, perhaps, than the
others, because it was only we two who visited Gudrund and Helga twice a
week for wild sessions of pure sexual release.
I also became comfortable with the language, which I had heard in my
childhood. Some people supposed that I was a Dutchman, and a few
thought that I came from eastern Germany, because I had a bad habit of
saying "ik" instead of "ich".
At Christmas Uwe invited me to have dinner with his family, and I dressed
for the occasion in a suit and tie. Graf von Steinetz greeted me
graciously, and Katerina was quite pleased to have me in her home, which was
a very spacious apartment, splendidly furnished with antiques and other
memorabilia from the family's several hundred year history.
Katerina and I had been seeing each other several times each week,
especially at the Schnabel lectures, and we often had lunch together. We
tried to behave like good friends, but there was always a tension between
us, because we were more than friends, although we resisted the insistent
urgings that whelmed up in us, whenever we were in each other's presence.
We sat in the luxurious living room of the apartment drinking champagne, Uwe
and I looking so respectable, like serious young men, although Katerina and
their father knew about our dissipation with the two loose girls and our
frequent all night bouts of pub crawling.
"Thomas," the Count addressed me, "I spoke to the president of your
university just this morning. He's an old friend of mine. He'll arrange for
Katerina to matriculate there this next Autumn. She so much wants to study
in America."
There was a twinkle in the man's eyes and a small smile formed on his
lips. I looked suddenly at Katerina and she blushed deeply. Her hands
shook and she spilled a bit of her wine. This was momentous news. I did
not know how I would get through the rest of the social ritual of the
Christmas dinner. I wanted to rush to the girl, to grab her and kiss her
small, pretty lips.
At dinner the Count and his son were unsuccessful in hiding their
amusement at the behavior of Katerina and me, sitting opposite each other at
the table, not daring to look directly into each other's face, failing to
find a word to exchange, although it was evident that we had large
dictionaries in our minds.
After dinner we relaxed again in the living room, this time with cognac and
coffee. The Count nursed a Havana and Uwe puffed on a Dunhill. I sat next
to Katerina on a sofa. Inches separated us. I inhaled her scent. I thought
that I would freak out if I could not touch her.
"Uwe," the Count suddenly said, rising from his chair, "come with me to the
library. There is something I want you to see."
The minute they left the room Katerina fell into my arms and began to cry
convulsively. My eyes teared and my throat ached as I held the girl to me.
We were so happy. We kissed passionately, the girl's enthusiasm making up
for her lack of practice. I petted her cheek and head, looking deeply into
her small, pretty face with a feeling of adoration. Finally we exchanged
love words and relaxed in a gentle embrace. We had each other for an
indefinite time.
* * *
Katerina was obviously a virgin, a fact which pleased me, although it
meant that I would have to hurt her, if she would let me go that far.
Kissing her was enough, I thought at first, kissing and holding her to me,
smelling her. We could love each other without sex, if she did not want to
do it. We sat on the couch as I thought of these things, gripping my
precious girl to me.
"We need to be alone," she whispered into my face, her expression shy,
yet determined.
"When can you get away?"
"We can go now." she replied getting up from couch, pulling me with her.
"Daddy," she called into the library, "Thomas and I are going out for
awhile"
"That's all right, Liebchen," the Count replied. "I'll leave the hallway
light on for you."
I wondered what went through the old man's mind, suspecting that his
daughter was about to lose her virginity.
* * *
The trams did not run as frequently on Christmas day, so we waited in the
cold holding to each other, kissing frequently.
My place was just a housing, a single room quite unadorned. But it did have
a bed. I still did not know just how far Katerina was willing to go, and,
of course, I would respect her judgment in that matter. Once inside we
shrugged off our overcoats and stood in the middle of the room looking at
each other.
"There's no place to hide in here, is there?" she said nervously, looking
about the bare room.
"Do you need to hide?" I asked. "I'll close my eyes, if you like, and
you'll have the entire place for yourself."
"We're going to do it, aren't we?"
"That's entirely up to you, darling."
"I've thought about you doing it to me for a long time. I've wanted you to
be my guy."
"We can do it now, Katerina darling, if you are ready. We'll be together
for years."
* * *
She let me undress her, although she blushed deeply as I did so. I had had
sexual experience, although not at this refined level. Fucking Gudrund in
the ass was no preparation for deflowering my precious Katerina.
When I had her down to her bra and panties, she balked
"Tommy, can I do the rest of it under the sheets?" she said to me in
English. We made love in English so there would never be any
misunderstanding between us.
We kissed and I left her briefly to turn off the light.
I heard Katerina getting onto the bed, and I quickly undressed. Naked, I
laid myself next to her. She shivered in nervousness as I held her, my hard
cock pushed against her soft thigh. She let me take off her bra and panties
"I'm afraid of the hurt," she whispered, clutching my head as I suckled one
of her small breasts.
I raised my head up and kissed her lips desperately. "May I lick on you?" I
implored.
"That's disgusting. But yes, I would like that."
I kissed my way down her slight body until my mouth was buried in her
moist, sour smelling pubic bush, my cheeks pressed against her thighs.
She spread her legs widely, knees raised highly, and I proceeded to eat her
out. It was the first time for her, except for her solitary finger, and she
let herself go without inhibition. She soon cried out and then screamed a
brief, "Eek!" as I worked her clit with my tongue. Katerina was still on a
high as I crawled atop her.
"Do it Tommy," she pleaded as I positioned my cock at her guarded
opening. I burst through her like a bully. There was no gentle way to do
it. Katerina gasped in pain as I penetrated her.
"Are you all right?" I asked with concern, the tip of my cock just past her
ripped hymen.
"Deeper," she groaned and thrust her body against me. Our bellies
touched. I was fully inside of my beloved.
"It hurts Tommy. Do it quickly."
I pumped her, and I needed no other stimulation beyond my love for the
girl beneath me. I came soon.
In our passion I had forgotten to put on a condom.
"Don't worry about it Tommy," she said, when I told her. "We may get
married sooner rather than later."
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