SOCCER19

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The last game of the season was a home game and a derby match against a club just twenty miles away. Unlike us they had won promotion while we would only finish fourth or fifth, depending on the result of the final game. The big news, at least from my standpoint, was I got the news Thursday that I was going to start. It gave me enough time to call my dad who was able to make arrangements to be at Saturday’s game. I wished my mother could have flown over too, but time was too short for her to be able to.

“So who do you want?” Frank asked the night before the game. He knew about the incentive plan.

“Who do you think I should?”

“I don’t care; anyone but Elsa, ok?”

“How about Gerda?” I asked.

“You don’t what that… I slept with her once, never again.” He rolled his eyes.

“Why not?”

“She’s a strange lady. Very different. Not very good for me.” Frank would say anymore.

“Who else have you slept with?”

“Like fucking? Just Ulka and Elsa.”

“None of the others?”

“Ailse wanted me to, but I don’t know. She is like Elsa too much. Hey, don’t fuck Elsa please.”

* * *

The stadium was filled to capacity and the tension was electric. The game was seesaw affair. We took the lead in the first five minutes, but our opponents scored twice before half-time. The second half was frantic and despite all the pressure we were putting on it looked as though we weren’t going to score. Then in last three minutes we scored twice, getting the winner on a counterattack when they went all out to get a victory.

It was a great game, and I was psyched up from the atmosphere and knowing my dad was watching from the stands. After the game he treated me to dinner at an expensive restaurant. He crashed on the couch and headed back to England first thing Sunday morning.

Frank showed up later. Gerda and the girls had missed me. He gave me a scrap of paper with her phone number on it. I was to call immediately.

I rang the number, and after six rings Gerda picked up the phone. She wanted to know why I hadn’t been the previous night. I explained that my father had come to the game.

“You must go to this address. Write this down.” The was no quibbling the tone of her voice. I wrote it down. “Call for a taxi and go now. When you get there go to apartment eleven.”

“Who lives there?” I asked.

“You will see. Go now!” She hung up.

* * *

I didn’t even start thinking about it until I was riding in the back of the cab. It was a long trip, all away across the city and into the suburbs. The apartment block was next to a school and there were kids playing there even though it was Sunday. The neighborhood reminded of the area where Beate lived. It was pretty upscale.

Tentatively I pressed the buzzer for apartment eleven.

“Wir ist es?” came a woman’s voice from the speaker.

“Holden.” I answered.

“Wer?”

“Holden. Der Amerikaner. Gunda hat mich geschickt.” She buzzed the door open. I was starting to get nervous and searched around for apartment number eleven. The building was very posh, with nice furniture in the foyer. The apartment was on the second floor. Still tense, I knocked on the door.

It opened. It was Johanna. She was talking on the phone and waved for me to sit down. Awkwardly I sat on the sofa. Johanna had shoulder length red hair and stood about five-seven but was wearing heels. She wore a navy suit—a jacket and knee-length skirt—and an silk cream shirt with some elaborate embroidery. She was about Gunda’s age, early to mid-thirties. She had a sweet, round face and was wearing a lot of make-up.

She hung up the phone and turned to me.

“I’m so sorry. You were not expected. I have just come from Mass.” Her English was clipped and precise.

“This is a little awkward. Perhaps I should go.”

“No, no… you should stay. Let me change. Then we will go to eat.”

Johanna left me in the living room. I really was uncomfortable. She returned five minutes later wearing light-brown slacks, a blue sweater and flat shoes.

“Come with me,” she said, picking up her handbag and cell phone.

She drove us in her late-model BMW farther out into the country. She asked about my background. I noticed she wore a lot of jewelry, rings, a necklace with a pendant, and a broach. It all looked expensive. She drove efficiently until we came to a restaurant that overlooked a river. It was a nice late-Spring day so we sat on the terrace.

Johanna ordered lunch for the two of us, and a bottle of Riesling. I asked her about her work. She was a consultant for a small firm. Gerda also worked there, in fact Gerda was her cousin. I had noticed there was a similarity in their stature. When I asked about working with Gerda she smiled for a moment.

“Gerda is a very strong woman. She is very good at her work. She works very hard and is successful. Sometimes she is very demanding. For some people this is difficult. For me not so. She is family so I understand.

“She also plays very hard. Perhaps you will find this out? Some people do not understand this. Her tastes are exotic and she likes to play games. This I think you know already. There is no harm in this. It is her nature.”

I just nodded and try to put this information into the scheme of things. We ate in silence for a while; when we finished are salads Johanna continued.

“Gerda is very interested in you. You are a stranger, no foreign… this makes her interested. She likes young men, those that are strong,” she paused and looked me over, “and you are like this, so she is interested. And you are good-looking.”

A waitress took away our plates and laid out the main course. When she went away Johanna went on.

“You are good-looking. This also interests Gerda. And then she has heard you have…” she paused to cut a sausage, “… that you have a large penis.”

She was staring at her plate, a little self-conscious. I could feel my cheeks turning red.

“If this is true, this is very interesting to Gerda. Is this true?” Johanna would still not look at me.

“That’s what I’ve told,” I stammered, feeling my face turning a deeper shade of crimson.

“Her friend… I forget her name, with the short hair, says your penis is over eighteen centimeters large. This also interests Gerda. Is this true?”

I tried to convert inches to metric in my head. It sounded about right.

“I think so,” I said cautiously, unsure of my math skills. We ate in silence for another couple of minutes.

“German men are often not so large. Most have twelve or fifteen centimeters. So Gerda is interested in this.” She ate the last morsel from her plate. “This interests many German women.”

Johanna dabbed her napkin against her lips. “It is also interesting for me.”

I couldn’t have gotten any redder. The clinical discussion about my anatomy was making me uncomfortable. At the same it was making me horny and was glad there was a table covering my crotch.

“Now we must have some desert.” Johanna called over her the waitress who cleared the table, and then brought some cream-covered tarts and coffee. When we finished she smoked a cigarette and we looked over the traffic on the river.

All this time anxiety had been building up in me. First Gerda’s phone commands. Then finding myself sent to Johanna’s home. For the first hour or so, and to a certain extent since then, I felt like I was being treated like a distant nephew needing to be entertained by his aunt. But intermixed was this discussion of my size and how “interesting” it all was.

I liked Johanna. She was a lot older than me but was attractive. The image of June Evans, naked and sprawled drunk on the bed hit me. Johanna would have a much tighter body, I could tell from her muscle tone. I could easily sleep with her, I knew. At the same time Johanna wasn’t making any overtures that seemed to be leading to her bed. Perhaps I should make a move?

Johanna stubbed out her cigarette and glanced at her watch. “We must go soon. Bitte!” she called to the waitress and asked for the bill.

* * *

Once we were in her car and driving back to the city I asked Johanna where we were going. Apparently to meet Gerda.

“But maybe I should keep you for myself,” she added.

Johanna drove to the old town and parked in the municipal lot. She smoked another cigarette, and as she flicked the butt out the window Gerda pulled up in an old Jetta.

“Have fun,” she encouraged as I left the car.

Gerda brush-kissed my cheek and put the car in gear. “So… did my cousin treat you right? A good lunch?”

She squeezed my thigh as I answered. I really didn’t understand what was going on.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“To my house. First.”

“Why did I spend that time with Johanna?”

“She is a nice person. You like my cousin?”

“Yes, she is nice,” I replied honestly.

“Perhaps she will think you are nice also.”

I didn’t know where this was going, so remained silent. For some reason Gerda had wanted to keep me occupied. She likes to play games, her cousin had said. I looked at Gerda’s profile, she had a flat face but with a high Roman nose, unlike her cousin’s button-like one. I’ve said Gerda was a handsome woman. In another ten years she’d probably lose some of her looks, but at this point in time she was still attractive. Her heavy bosom bounced as we drove down a cobblestone street. I found her alluring, and had a desire to fuck her.

It was a quick ride, less than five minutes before Gerda was parallel parking her car on the street..

“If she finds you nice, you will sleep with her maybe.” Gerda got out of the car, leaving me with something else to think about.

We were in the center of town with some tall, six-seven floors, buildings. Gerda unlocked a door between two shop fronts that let us into an entrance way with an elevator. We rode it up to the fifth floor.

Gerda ushered me into her apartment. It was a large studio apartment with just one room—a kitchen in the corner and a dining area on one side, a living area in the center, and a raised platform carrying a huge bed on the other side. The street-side wall had tall French windows that looked into the office building opposite.

“So… You like my house?” She whirled around in a circle. “Please sit down. I must use the bathroom.”

There were two doors built into the wall behind the dining table that I hadn’t noticed and Gerda went through one. I sat on the plush black leather couch and stared out the window. A couple of minutes later she emerged.

“You want to drink something? Before you get started? A Cuba libre? Vodka?”

She fixed two vodkas with orange juice. I really didn’t like strong liquor and the drink she mixed was heavy on the alcohol. I sipped it cautiously. Gerda sat beside me an squeezed my thigh again.

“So… soon it will be time,” she observed.

“What are we waiting for?” I glanced over to the bed. Gerda roared with laughter.

“Nien, nien…” she tried to explain, tears of mirth streaming down her face. Unlike her cousin, Gerda didn’t wear much make-up, which probably explained her harsher features.

“You are not ready for me. First you must be...” she searched for the word, “… tested. If the report is good, maybe. First, you must perform. In bed. For the team also.”

She sipped her drink. “Then, if you think your ready, maybe. But I like to play hard.” Johanna had said the same thing earlier. And I understood that play was a euphemism to fucking hard.

The ringer on Gerda’s cell phone went off. She answered it and spoke briefly.

“Come,” she said.

* * *

We rode down a couple of floors in the elevator. I still didn’t know where I was going or who I was going to screw, or even if I was going to. She plays game, I thought. Gerda led me down a narrow corridor and rapped her knuckles on the door.

Ailse opened it.

“Hier, für Sie,” Gerda said pushing me through the doorway. Ailse leaned up and gave me a friendly kiss on the cheek.

Gerda loitered in the hallway. “Kann ich bleiben und kann zuschauen?” Can I stay and watch?

“Nien!” Ailse firmly closed the door and for good measure bolted the lock.

The apartment was small and cluttered, with chopped up rooms. A contrast to Gerda’s upstairs. Ailse took my hand, “Kommen Sie.”

Ailse didn’t speak any English I remembered. She led me to a cramp bedroom filled by a queen size bed and dresser. She sat me down on the bed and pulled off my jacket. Then she started unbuttoning my shirt, pulling the tails out my belt, and running her fingers through my chest hair.

She was wearing a black shirt and red kilt. The shirt was unbuttoned at the top and I could see her black bra. It looked like the same one she wore when we went to the back of the van. I cradle a breast, getting re-familiarizing myself with its weight and texture. Ailse had the squishiest tits, and I thought back to the night when she trapped by penis between them.

She started kissing me on the mouth. Her tongue probed tentatively at first and then deep. I wrapped one arm behind her neck holding her face close while our tongues dueled, and with my other hand rubbed her thigh to the top. She shivered when my fingers touched the gingham crotch.

By this time we were laying across the unmade bed with our legs hanging over the edge. Ailse started rubbing my crotch, and my already engorging prick was hard. I kept smoothing my fingers over the fabric of her crotch.

“Nehmen Sie Ihre Hose ab.” I sat up and unbuttoned my jeans, kicking off my shoes and socks. I stood to remove my pants.

When I turned back to the bed Ailse had unwrapped her skirt and was shimmering out of her black frilly panties. The brown bush between her legs beckoned me. I lay down beside, running my hand up a leg till I could play with the opening of her snatch. Ailse opened her legs inviting me to probe deeper. I slipped two fingers easily into the slick opening and twisted my hand. The grip she had on my prick tightened in reaction to my movement inside her.

I played with pussy for a couple minutes while Ailse stroked me slowly. She was still wearing her shirt, which I tried to unbutton with my teeth but ended up nuzzling her spongy breasts.

“Fick mich,” she whispered pulling me on top of her.

Her thighs wrapped around my hips and she guided my prick to the mouth of her vagina. Ailse raised her hips so I entered her. When she lowered them she pulled my ass toward her we would not become disengaged. I slid easily into her and she sighed deeply when I reached my nadir. I tried to pull out but Ailse’s hands held my buttocks tightly, wanting all of me deep inside her. Her cunt muscles clenched and unclenched the length of my dick

“Dies fühlt nett,” she whispered in my ear, “Sie füllen mich.”

It did feel good, and the tight grasp she had on my cock did seem to indicate I was filling her. We lay like that for a minute, her snatch pulsing the length of my penis.

“Jetzt fick mich.” I withdrew most of the length. “Langsam.”

Slowly I inserted my dick into her up to the hilt. Each stroke took four or five seconds. It felt marvelous to be fucking again. Not that I had anything against blowjobs, but it had been almost six months since I was last inside a woman like this.

Lazily I fucked her, enjoying every inch of her love passage. Ailse was wet and my pole slid easily in-and-out. Her breathing began to pick up and I sped up to match it. Her cunt was squeezing me.

“Kommen Sie?” I whispered.

“Ja…” she huffed, and I started fucking her faster, “Ja… Ohhh!!!”

I could feel her climax and stopped pounding into her. I could feel the grip on my cock relax. I lay on top of her, and finally unbuttoned her shirt. Still inside her I kissed her long nipples through the nylon fabric of her bra. Slowly her breathing returned to normal.

“Sind Sie gekommen?” she asked huskerly.

“Nien.” She probably knew I hadn’t come since I was still hard inside.

“Ich werde fick dich.” Now she was going to fuck me. She rolled me over onto my back. My slick cock was momentarily out of her, but quickly she squatted over it and slid it back in. Her black hair was slick with sweat, and her brown muff mingled with my darker pubes. She shifted her weight, as if she was trying to find the best angle.

But instead of fucking me by sliding up-and-down my pole, she circled her cunt around my fully entrenched dick. It was a weird feeling. It almost felt like she could snap it off. At the same time Ailse clenched and relaxed my cock. The head of it felt cool and wet as she did this.

“Können Sie mich fühlen?”

I was left speechless by the sensations on my cock, but nodded I could feel what she was doing. Still rotating her hips on the fulcrum of my shaft she finished unbuttoning her shirt and tossed aside. She cupped her breasts and then pulled off the straps so they were freed. Twisting the band around she unsnapped her bra, throwing it on the floor. Ailse’s tits dangled and she cupped them again, the nipple protruding between her first and middle finger. All this time she was shifting on prick threatening to emasculate me.

Ailse lent forward and I stretched out to bite her nipples. She pulled back so I could reach them. Her pelvis was squeezing me, and she teased me a couple of more times before letting me suck on her teats. She was almost lying flat on top of me, and the pressure on my cock relaxed as her hips rose. I started fucking her, slowly. Two or three inch thrust that made my cock feel so good rubbing the walls of her tunnel.

“Schneller!” she ordered. I fucked faster. Ailse rose back to a vertical position and started pumping up-and-down on my cock while I fucked upward into her. Her right hand slid between her legs and dallied with her clit.

“Ja…” she moaned. It just turned me on more.

“Oh yeah…” I replied.

I came suddenly, taking myself by surprise. Ailse kept grinding on my cock until she came moments after me. She just suddenly stopped her motion as a look of pure ecstasy flushed across her face. Her whole body was rigid for a second, and then she collapsed beside me, slipping off my cock.

We lay there for a few minutes, Ailse on her side and me on my back. My cock felt sore from the pounding she gave it. It almost hurt.

I got up and found the bathroom, peed and checked my equipment. It was a little red and awfully sticky, but no damage done. I washed it clean in the sink and went back to the bedroom. Ailse was lying on her back with her eyes clothes. I lay down beside her. Her breasts were flat on her ribs and I played with her nipples till they got perky and watched her profile.

Ailse kept her eyes closed but had a small smile spread across her face. Her hand stroked my chest, then my stomach before finally handling my dick. It was soft.

“Können Sie mich essen?” she asked.

I thought back to when I had eaten her out in the van a couple of weeks earlier and the sweet taste of her cunt juices. Without say a word a scooted down the bed. Ailse bent her legs and opened them. I lay at right angles to her body with my face on the mattress so my lips matched the direction of her labia.

Delicately I touched Ailse’s labia with tip of my tongue. She exhaled a deep sigh. My tongue circled around the opening tasting the fluid of her arousal and breathing it too. Her lips spread with stimulation. Her juices were sweet, but there was a saltiness I hadn’t tasted the last time I’d eaten her out. Then it dawned on me I was tasting my own come. I hesitated for a second, but then figured that is wasn’t so weird and started lapping in earnest. At first I concentrated on her opening, but after a few minutes looped my tongue Ailse’s here-to neglected clitoris. Ailse moaned.

Initially I just darted and teased the tiny button, but pretty soon my focus on the spot. I put two fingers into her cunt and fucked her vagina with them. Ailse was writhing but I would desist from stroking and nibbling her love bud until her hips were bucking. My hand was covered in her juices, and she started moaning. I could feel her body being being racked with orgasms but I persisted until Ailse stiffened, raising her hips, and pushing me head away.

I rolled on my back and stared at the prostrate body, and the gaped vulva. I sucked my fingers, tasting her sap and my come. I hefted up the bed and lay beside her, pressing my now-hard cock against her thigh, and watching her breath normalize. Gently I kissed her breasts.

Ailse rolled over on her side, facing away from me. I edged my body closer and nuzzled her neck and ear. My prick pressed against her buttocks and the small of her back. She reached between her legs and grabbed, pulling it back against her slit. I slid easily into her, though only half my length penetrated. I got my arms under hers and cupped her breasts, massaging them and cricking them between my fingers.

I started fucking her slowly, and picked up speed. Ailse thrust back into me. Her nipples poked between the knuckles of my fingers and kneaded them hard enough to make the gasp. I was pumping half my meat into her hard, and she was matching me stroke-for-stroke. I was kissing her ear and pushing back.

“Kommen sie, kommen sie,” murmured Ailse, and I did and shook with the release of my seed into her. She shook too with an orgasm.

* * *

It was still light outside, though dusk was brewing. The windows were curtained. An old-fashioned wind-up alarm clock stood on the dresser and pointed to eight o’clock. Ailse was wrapped in my arms, the sweat drying on her skin. After fifteen minutes she broke from my grasp and went to use the bathroom.

When she came back she started putting on clothes. Taking the cue I did the same, having to hunt for a sock in the mess of discarded clothing. Ailse led me back upstairs to Gerda’s apartment and knocked on the door.

“Haben Sie eine gute Zeit gehabt?” Gerda asked Ailse.

“Ja,” Alise replied and grinned broadly.

“Wir Besprechen wir es später?”

“Ja.” They would talk about it later. Ailse gave me a peck on the cheek and left.

“So… did you have a good time also?”

“Ja,” I replied, mimicking Ailse.

Gerda picked up purse and keys. “Now I will take you to your house.”

I followed her to the car and we drove in the direction of the stadium. She asked for directions to my duplex and I pointed out the turns. We pulled up next to Frank’s car.

“So…,” she began, “you will be here next season?”

“Yes, I think so.”

“You will go to England for summer?”

“No, I am going home to America. Ohio…” I explained.

“We will see you when you return.”

I got out the car and walked around to the path.”

“Holden,” Gerda called. I lent into the open window. She grabbed my head with both hands and mashed her lips against mine. Her tongue almost reached down my throat before she released me.

“Tschüs.” She put the car in gear and drove off.