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As soon as she said this, Svenja disappeared out the door with her cell phone. I caught a few snatches of the conversation with her mother, clearly hearing them talking about some guy called Alex, whom Svenja called an asshole she never wanted to see again. Shortly afterward, she came back in with a beaming expression on her face.

"My mom will be on her way right away. It might take a moment, though, because she has to pick up the twins from daycare first."

"Twins?"

"Anna and Lisa, my little sisters. I'm sure you'll like them. They're only four years old and still go to Kindergarten."

"And you really want me to come with you when you've already got your house full of children?"

"Don't worry about it. Our house is big enough!" Svenja laughed, dismissing my objection with a wave of her hand.

"But I really don't want to be a burden to you!"

"Don't worry, you're not. Besides, I owe it to you. After all, it was my boyfriend who knocked you out. Sorry, I meant "ex-boyfriend."

"Ex-boyfriend?"

"You don't think I'm going to stay with such an asshole, do you? I'm really over that guy. I'm even blaming myself for even telling him about our little mishap in yesterday's massage class. You wouldn't believe how he freaked out afterward. He got really worked up and accused me of still not having sex with him, but of having jerked you off."

"I think I'd better leave you two alone for now," Dr. Pistorius interjected. "You'll be fine on your own for now. If you need me, just press the bell."

The doctor discreetly withdrew. Our conversation was certainly a bit too intimate for her, so she winked at Svenja again before the automatic sliding door of the emergency room's treatment room slid shut behind her.

I wasn't sure what to say. This was all just too much information at once, and it didn't really help my headache. At least I did remember that Svenja had broken up with her boyfriend and apparently hadn't had sex with him yet. Both pieces of information were like balm for my battered soul. But why was Svenja telling me all this? Surely she was expecting me to say something in response to her last words. But since my head was starting to pound again, I simply closed my eyes and laid my head back on the couch. I was sure that, in my current state, Svenja would understand my reduced need for conversation, so I pretended to be asleep.

Svenja took a stool, sat down next to me on the examination table, and gently stroked my head. This loving gesture did me a world of good, and I felt my headache subside somewhat. I had truly fallen in love with the right girl, I realized more and more before I actually fell asleep.

When I opened my eyes again some time later, I looked in amazement into the faces of two little girls who curiously returned my gaze.

"Are you the Pax who squirted all over my sister?" one of them asked me. "Will you show me your squirt gun?"

This can't be true! Was there anyone within a hundred miles who didn't know what had happened yesterday in our massage class? Had it even been reported on the news? My head was still pounding too much to find the right answer to this somewhat indiscreet, but certainly expected, question for a child of this age. Luckily, the other little girl quickly provided a distraction, as she obviously had a question on her lips as well.

"What kind of stupid name is Pax? That's a name you'd call a dog, not a boy!"

"Now leave the young man alone, you two nuisances. Can't you see he's not feeling particularly well?" Svenja's mother now interjected. The sound of her voice touched me in a very peculiar way. I struggled to sit up slightly from my lounger and thought I saw Svenja's spitting image before me. Two doe-brown eyes that seemed alert and attentive, always keeping an eye on the two little ones, yet in this moment focused on me, as if they wanted to latch onto my eyes. This look alone radiated all the compassion, empathy, and warmth she felt for me at that moment, in the misery inflicted on me by a single punch.

My first impression of this beautiful woman confused and fascinated me at the same time. Sure, Svenja's mother was undoubtedly very attractive. Her light, airy summer dress suggested she had the same figure as Svenja, although her legs were considerably slimmer and not as muscular as her daughter's. In any case, her heartfelt smile immediately captivated me. But what impressed me most about her was the fascinating, almost life-affirming aura that surrounded her. At that moment, I almost envied Svenja for having this wonderful woman as a mother, but at the same time, I was ashamed of this thought because I loved my own mother more than anything.

"Hello Patrick, I'm Christine, Svenja's mom, and these are Anna and Lisa, the rest of my gang," she said with a loving undertone as she stroked both of their curly heads and gave Svenja an equally loving look. Do you feel strong enough for us to take you home with us?"

"I think I'll be fine. But am I really not too much trouble for you?"

"Oh, not at all. We're actually happy when some life comes back into our place!"

"That's really nice of you. I don't know how I can make it up to you."

"You don't need to, Patrick. It goes without saying that we're helping you in your time of need. Should we perhaps inform your parents so they don't have to worry about you?"

"Oh dear, if they found out I was injured, they'd immediately cut short their vacation and come all the way up here from the French Atlantic coast in their camper van. It's enough for them if I tell them every now and then that I didn't burn down my place in the nurses' residence and that I still haven't starved to death."

"You won't have to starve with us," Anna said excitedly, "because my mom is the best cook in the whole world." To emphasize her words, she drew a giant globe in the air.

"But that's not just your mom, she's my mom too!" Lisa now spoke up indignantly, clinging demonstratively to Christine's leg to underline her claim of ownership.

"Now, you two princesses, make some room so we can help Patrick up. Svenja, maybe you could take Patrick's things. Should I help you with your shoes? Bending down to tie your shoes probably won't be a good idea with your concussion."

"Thank you, Mrs. Petersen, but I think I can just about manage. Luckily, we learned last week in PT orthopedics how to tie our shoes in a way that's gentle on your back, without having to bend over."

Unfortunately, I hadn't expected my blood pressure to be completely down, because as soon as I got to my feet, my head started spinning, and I barely managed to sit back down on the bed before it knocked me off my feet.

"So, first of all, let's leave out Mrs. Petersen and the formal greeting. I'm Christine, and that's how I like you to address me, okay?"

I nodded to indicate my agreement. I still felt a little dizzy, so I refrained from answering her directly. But she fixed her gaze on me as she knelt down in front of me to tie my shoes. The wide neckline of her dress bulged slightly forward under the influence of gravity, allowing me to catch a glimpse of her small, firm breasts. Apparently, just like her daughter's, they didn't need a bra to defy gravity. I immediately knew who Svenja had inherited her lovely breasts from. It may have only been for a fraction of a millisecond that my gaze wandered down her cleavage. But this brief moment of shifting my line of sight was enough for Christine to give me a knowing wink. It seemed to me as if she wanted to let me know that our little secret was safe with her.

"Come on, Svenja, help me get the young man back on his feet," Christine asked her daughter for support.

In fact, I was standing more stably this time, especially since Svenja was supporting me to keep me under control in case I got dizzy again. My head was still spinning, though this time not because of the punch I'd received or low blood pressure, but because I was desperately trying to explain Christine's promiscuity to me. Had she intentionally given me such a deep glimpse of her cleavage?

"Do you feel stable enough to walk?" she asked me, looking at me with some concern. Her hand was on my shoulder, and I had the impression that her life energy was literally being transferred to me through this simple touch. Just being close to this beautiful woman seemed to revive my flagging spirits.

"I think it'll be fine. If necessary, Anna and Lisa can carry me," I tried to joke, which Svenja and Christine understood. Only Lisa immediately protested vigorously and nudged me in the hip with her elbow in protest.

"But that's not possible! You're way too heavy!" she protested, while her twin sister was completely oblivious to the whole conversation.

Anna had already spotted an IV pole in the hallway, which demanded her full attention. She hurried a few steps ahead to inspect the strange, rolling vehicle. She had barely reached the pole when she stood with one foot on the stand and pushed off with the other, as if the IV pole were a scooter.

"ANNA PETERSEN, if you don't get down from there RIGHT NOW, you can walk home!" Christine scolded her little daughter, trying to suppress a laugh to give her speech the necessary seriousness. Anna immediately stepped back down from the rolling stand and simply left it in the middle of the hallway.

"So, if the young lady would be so kind as to put it back against the wall so no one can accidentally trip over it, I might reconsider whether I'll actually let you ride with us!"

I could see Anna wanted to say something else. However, she seemed to sense that her mother wouldn't listen to her on this point. So she pushed the stand back against the wall and rejoined us with a slightly pouty expression.

We were just about to leave the emergency room when Dr. Pistorius called after us. "Wait a minute, Mr. Lehmann, not so fast!"

We stopped and waited until the doctor caught up with us.

"Before you leave, I need some more information from you. Do you happen to have your health insurance card with you?"

"Yes, I think so. It should be in my bag."

Svenja handed me my bag, which contained the folder with my ID and other documents. I handed the card to Dr. Pistorius.

"Thank you very much. Please take a seat in the waiting area for a moment while I prepare your discharge papers."

With my insurance card in hand, Dr. Pistorius turned on her heel and disappeared into her office. A good ten minutes later, she returned and handed me my card and some documents.

"These are the discharge papers, which you should hand over to your family doctor, with whom you should schedule a follow-up appointment next week. If any complications arise between now and then, please come back to us immediately. However, I don't expect that to happen. Among the papers, you'll find a leaflet on how to behave after a concussion. Please read it carefully so you know what to look out for. In any case, you should not be left alone unsupervised for the next few days. This is especially important in the next twenty-four hours," she said emphatically, looking at Svenja's mother. She nodded, indicating that she would make sure of this.

"Here's your sick note. It's valid until Sunday, which should be sufficient."

I thanked the doctor, took my papers, and put them in my bag.

"Do you have any questions so far?" Dr. Pistorius asked me.

"Actually, not at all. It's just going to be a bit difficult with my family doctor. He has his practice in Hannover, and I don't have a doctor in this area yet."

"That shouldn't be a problem," Christine chimed in. "You'll stay with us at least until Monday, and I'll make you an appointment with our family doctor on Monday afternoon."

"Good, then that's settled. The main thing is that the young man remains under continuous supervision until at least tomorrow evening," Dr. Pistorius told us emphatically.

"I can guarantee you that," Christine assured her, winking at me. "I won't let him out of my sight around the clock!"

Dr. Pistorius wished me and my four companions all the best and disappeared back into her office. When we arrived at the parking lot, Cristina headed straight for a burgundy Range Rover that towered over the other cars. After unlocking the central locking system with the remote key, she held one of the rear doors open for me to get in.

"I think it's best if you sit in the back between the two little ones, then you can lean against the child seats if you get tired. We'll probably be on the road for 45 minutes at this time because rush hour has already started. Would you like a pillow? I'll get one for you from the trunk?"

"No, thanks. I think that'll be fine. Besides, the child seats don't look that uncomfortable as a backrest."

"But my seat is much more comfortable than Anna's," Lisa chimed in.

"That's not true at all! If Patrick wants to sleep, he'd better lean against my seat!" Anna retorted angrily.

"Now stop arguing so much, you two ticks. Your seats are both identical and just as comfortable," Svenja joined in the discussion.

After I squeezed myself between the two child seats, Christine leaned over me to pull the center three-point belt from a hidden gap between the leather upholstery diagonally behind me. Once again, she gave me an unobstructed view under the thin fabric of her summer dress, and this time I could clearly see that her nipples had visibly enlarged compared to before, clearly protruding from the center of her small areolas. Of course, this sight didn't go unnoticed. It was hard to imagine that she didn't notice the pulsing bulge in my pants as she guided the belt buckle close over it and clicked it into the buckle hidden beneath one of the child seats next to my hip.

"Now, you little pests, get in!" she urged the twins to get in. "And please be so kind as not to harass Patrick during the ride. Patrick is injured and needs a lot of rest right now, is that clear?"

The two nodded in agreement, but Lisa wanted to keep at least a small back door open. "But we can pet him, right, Mom?"

"Yeah mom, you always pet us when we hurt ourselves!" Anna added, stroking my head bandage and giving me a sympathetic look.

Christine rolled her eyes. You could see that she was only too aware that she would be hopelessly defeated if she got into an argument with the twins.

"All right," she finally conceded. But if Patrick finds your care too much, please leave him alone. Do we understand each other?"

"Yes, Mom!" the twins answered in unison, and as soon as they were buckled in, they reached out their little hands to me. Luckily, the wide sides of their car seats prevented them from reaching my head, as that might have been a bit too much for me. So they simply stroked my forearms from both sides, which I gladly endured. The two were truly sweet, and you just had to love them!

We hadn't even left the parking lot of the university hospital for five minutes when I noticed that the two sweethearts' caresses had noticeably diminished. One traffic light phase later, both of their eyes had already closed. I carefully took their limp little arms and placed them in their respective car seats on the laps of the two girls.

Only now did I begin to take a closer look inside the spacious SUV. Never before had I sat in a car whose interior exuded such a sense of quality. Not only were the seats covered in fine, cream-colored leather, but also the door panels, the handles, and the center console. Even the dashboard was completely covered in leather, interrupted only by inlays of intensely grained, light-colored wood, which were also found on the sides of the automatic transmission selector lever and in the door panels. The steering wheel rim was also made entirely of this very noble-looking wood. The obviously powerful engine purred quietly, almost barely audibly, under the hood, making me feel more like I was in a sedan chair than in a car. The audio system, consisting of several individual components, also suggested that this Range Rover must have cost a fortune.

In fact, traffic was moving very slowly. Time and again, we were stuck at certain intersections because they were blocked by drivers who drove into the intersection despite the traffic being at a standstill, thus preventing any movement in the other lanes, even when the light was green. My father would have certainly freaked out in that situation and gotten out of the car to tell these idiots a piece of his mind. But Christine remained completely calm, turned the air conditioning up to a comfortable temperature, and waited patiently until a gap opened up that allowed us to move forward. Christine's calmness had a pleasant effect on me, so that my headache faded into the background for a moment.

Christine's hand, resting calmly and patiently on the steering wheel rim while the traffic in front of us once again came to a standstill, caught my attention. The delicate fingers, ending in carefully manicured, not-too-long fingernails, somehow matched the elegant feel of the wooden steering wheel. Svenja's father, who was regularly touched, caressed, or even aroused by this hand, was truly to be envied. The brief moment when it had been resting on my shoulder earlier came back to me. I closed my eyes to recall that moment again, with all the feelings it triggered in me. I have no idea where these thoughts suddenly popped into my brain from, but I tried to imagine that hand placing itself not only on my shoulder, but also on my cheek, my breast, and around my erect penis, which it had already come so close to earlier when it was fastening my seatbelt. This thought alone, which made my mind run wild behind my closed eyelids, led to an instant erection that now rebelled violently against its confinement in my jeans.

When the Range Rover suddenly started moving smoothly again, I awoke from my daydream. My gaze automatically wandered back to Christine's hand, where I suddenly noticed a detail I'd previously missed: She wasn't wearing a wedding ring! This fact alone made me ponder. This, in turn, had an unpleasant effect on my mind, as my headache became more noticeable. So I tried to distract myself by looking out the window. The sight of an old woman searching for usable waste of the better-off society in a trash can hanging from a street lamp helped me regain a relatively harmless penis size.

After what felt like half an hour, we finally reached the city limits, the traffic moved much faster. Svenja turned to face me and looked me in the eyes. After making sure that the two little ones were sound asleep, she began to tell me her story.

"You know, Pax, I was really worried about you earlier, when you were lying there covered in blood on the pavement. I'm so glad the security guard reacted so quickly. Who knows what Alex would have done to you otherwise."

"Why did you even tell him about yesterday? There really wasn't anything he should be jealous about?"

"Oh, you know, it's a long story."

"So? Is there perhaps a shorter version of that story?"

Svenja found it a bit difficult to talk about it, but then plucked up the courage. "Well, actually, I didn't want to tell him anything about yesterday. I only told my mom because I always talk to my mom about everything," Svenja explained, while lovingly ruffling her mother's hair.

Christine smiled at her daughter and blew her a kiss before refocusing on the traffic. However, I kept catching her trying to catch my eye through the rearview mirror while Svenja continued with her story. Christine regularly caught me in the act of drawing my eyes to hers, even though I tried to hold Svenja's gaze while she spoke to me.

"When I told my mom about how you ejaculated on my forearm, Lisa secretly overheard us. Of course, she wanted to know everything in detail, so Mom simply told her that you had squirted me with a squirt gun, without going into any further details. Mom then even claimed that it was normal in physical therapy school to squirt every now and then. When Alex came to me that evening, Lisa, of course, had nothing better to do than tell him the whole story straight away."

"And then you told him what really happened?"

"Yes. In retrospect, I could slap myself for it. But how could I have known he would lash out like that? He even grabbed my arms and shook me like crazy. He probably would have hit me, but his screaming scared Lisa so much that she called my mom for help. Mom then pulled him away from me, kicked him out, and forbade him from ever entering our house again. I cried the whole evening and thought about braking up with him via text message."

"I'm really sorry you had to go through so much trouble because of me."

"You don't have to blame yourself, Patrick," Svenja's mother now interjected. "After what Svenja told me, I think any other man would have felt the same way, right, Svenja? Admit that you also had fun teasing Patrick like that!"

"MOM!"

"What? There's nothing wrong with a pretty virgin your age being interested in the opposite sex and satisfying her curiosity about the living object whenever the opportunity arises. I can guarantee you that if I were you, I wouldn't have been able to resist either!"

"Mom, you're so embarrassing. You can't keep anything to yourself. From now on, I won't tell you anything at all!"

"Oh, come on, Svenni, don't be like that. Besides, I think Patrick must have had quite a bit of fun with the whole thing, right?"

Christine gave me a very frivolous look over the mirror, which made me blush again. From my own family, I wasn't at all used to talking so openly about such a topic in private. Somehow, though, I managed to get myself out of it somewhat with a cool saying.

"I think anything I say now could be used against me in court if necessary. So I'd better keep my mouth shut!"

I would never have expected a saying like that from myself. Normally, at most, an "Uh-huh" or an embarrassed clearing of the throat would have escaped my lips, but Christine's charm triggered something in me that I couldn't even explain. It was as if her open and empathetic charisma removed all my inhibitions and enabled me, for the first time in my life, to step out of my comfort zone. She probably could have asked me anything, and I would have answered her immediately. Unfortunately, she actually did!

"So, in the end, you did enjoy Svenja helping you relieve some of the pressure, right?"

"Well, if I said no now, no one would believe me anyway. So, yes, it was quite an overwhelming experience," I admitted. "But I probably would have liked it better if everyone else hadn't been watching."

"Well, that settles that. Now that we know you both had consensual sex, you two don't have to be embarrassed anymore. By the way, knowing that there were so many spectators watching a public orgasm would have been an extra thrill for quite a few men!"

"MOM, the only one who's really embarrassing is you!"

I wasn't surprised at how casually and easily Christine could talk about sex with her daughter, because I could talk openly about anything that was on my mind with my own mother in a similar way. But I was still amazed at how openly sex was being discussed here, while I was sitting in the car with them and, after all, the main protagonist! After all, an intimate topic of conversation between one person and another is completely different than if there was a third person around. I was absolutely certain my mother would never do that. But for Christine, it didn't seem to make much difference whether they were talking about the sunny weather or, as she called it, a public orgasm. Added to that, she kept looking at me through the rearview mirror, as if trying to figure out how much the topic was affecting me. And yes, it was affecting me very much! So much so that I felt that vague tightness in my pants again, which somehow didn't seem to fit with the headache that kept reminding me that this ugly dwarf had slammed his fist against my head!

For a while, silence reigned between us, while Christine concentrated on keeping a safe distance from the many cyclists who repeatedly squeezed past us on the right and left at the red traffic lights, only to be overtaken again after the lights had turned green. Only after we were on the multi-lane arterial road did Christine resume the conversation. Her fixed gaze in the rearview mirror was so unwavering that I almost wished she'd concentrate more on the traffic.

"Did you actually tell your girlfriend about what happened to you and Svenja at the massage yesterday?"

Oh dear, she's really not letting up, I thought to myself, but then answered truthfully that, unfortunately, I didn't have a girlfriend.

"What, such an attractive and well-built young man doesn't have a girlfriend? You don't happen to be..."

"No, I'm not gay," I interrupted before she could finish her sentence.

"But you probably already had a girlfriend, right?"

I don't know what it was about this woman, but it was absolutely impossible for me to answer her questions evasively or simply not at all, even though at that moment I was ashamed that I still didn't have a girlfriend. It really wasn't any of her business whether I had a girlfriend or not. On the other hand, answering her questions had something very intimate about it, something I inexplicably couldn't escape, and in fact, didn't want to! So I told her about my unhappy love for the girl in my athletics team and the wooden cross where I still regularly place flowers whenever I pass by.

It was obvious that Christine and Svenja were genuinely affected by my story. Svenja, in particular, had literally glazed over, which I noticed in the brief moment when she and her mother exchanged glances. In any case, my words resulted in Christine not mentioning yesterday's incident any further, but driving on in silence, constantly glancing at me through the rearview mirror. This time, however, I held her gaze and allowed the warmth and empathy radiating from her eyes to have their effect on my soul. It simply did me good to feel the positive energy this woman radiated.

After we had left the ring road around the city behind us, Christine turned onto a main road that led us further and further away from downtown. After about ten kilometers, we came to a small town with predominantly middle-class residential areas. Single-family homes lined the road. There were very few apartment blocks and no high-rise buildings anywhere in sight. So this was obviously the "suburbs" of the city, where only those who could afford it lived.

When we were almost at the other edge of town, Christine turned into a narrow side street that wound its way through a park-like area. At the very end of the street stood a small group of very classy-looking bungalows. Even from a distance, the sophisticated roofs covered with natural slate were impressive. The last property seemed particularly exclusive, even though no house was visible from the street. The high wall surrounding the property and the surveillance cameras that regularly overlooked the perimeter fence inspired considerable respect in me.

Just before the Range Rover reached this property, Svenja pressed a button on the underside of the rearview mirror, whereupon a wide sliding gate with a flashing yellow light began to move. When the gate was halfway moved aside, Christine drove through before the gate immediately closed behind the SUV and the flashing light went out.

I gazed in amazement at the tall poplars that lined the gravel driveway leading up to the house in a curved semicircle. In three staggered rows, they resembled a small forest, visually completely shielding the property from the neighbors, at least in the summer. Since I regularly earned pocket money as a student by clearing the leaves from a single poplar in our neighbors' garden, I could well imagine the gigantic amount of leaves that would accumulate on this property every fall.

At the end of the steep driveway, the Petersen family's house suddenly appeared before me. Although the term "house" might not quite fit the bill, as the building could easily have graced the cover of an illustrated book on modern architecture. Several interlocking cubic building sections combined to form an impressive work of art, the likes of which I had never seen before. A wraparound balcony, more even a tarrace, connected the entire ensemble into a harmonious whole.

After Christine drove around the left wing of the building, a steep ramp opened up in front of us, leading us to a huge garage door. Svenja pressed a button on the rearview mirror again, and the door slowly swung open. Even as the door opened halfway, my jaw literally dropped. Four other cars were parked there, and I was particularly fascinated by an old Porsche Speedster. A black Audi A8 with privacy class windows, a Porsche 911 Carrera Cabriolet in the same color, and a red Golf GTI were also parked on the shiny floor of this luxury garage.

Christine pulled her car safely into one of the two free parking spaces, turned off the engine, and turned to me.

"Patrick, would you be so kind as to see if you can wake up those two ticks? They don't usually sleep so deeply after such a short car ride."

I fumbled around for the buckles on both child seats, which fortunately were easy to open. Lisa immediately started stretching and flexing in her seat as soon as I freed her from the belt. Seconds later, she was wide awake, swung herself out of her seat, and simply climbed over me to wake Anna up. She didn't seem to mind that she stepped right in the groin with her little sandals. Luckily, the child didn't weigh too much, so I barely managed to suppress a loud scream of pain.

Meanwhile, Svenja had opened the door on one side so the girls and I could get out. That was the theory, because unfortunately, I couldn't undo my belt buckle fast enough to escape the two little girls and get to safety. Before I knew it, they were both climbing over me while I laboriously tried to open the belt mechanism hidden under one of the two child seats. Need I even mention that both twins were now kicking me right in the nuts? Luckily, they both also stepped on my arm, which was half-tucked under the child seat, which somewhat distracted me from my aching balls. If I ever ride between the twins in the back seat again, I'd definitely be warned. Did I already say that you just had to love those two witches?

When I finally got out, I looked around in amazement. You don't get to see so much automotive splendor in such a small space very often!

"Well, that was my dad's hobby. When it came to cars, he couldn't get enough," Christine told me, rolling her eyes, noticing my astonished expression. Unfortunately, my father is no longer alive, but I didn't have the heart to sell the cars. I thought I detected a certain disapproval of her father's hobby in her tone. But whatever. Women simply have different interests than men. Instead, I imagined Christine would probably hoard countless expensive shoes and luxury handbags in a huge walk-in closet in her house.

If it were up to me, I would have gladly pressed my nose against one or two of the windows of the parked cars. Anna and Lisa, however, had no understanding of my affinity for expensive cars and therefore relentlessly pulled me toward one of the doors on the back wall of the garage, through which one entered the house. But that was just theory, too, because getting into the house wasn't that easy. Only after Christine entered a code into a keypad next to the door and held a chip card up to a reader did it open.

When I walked through the door, I initially thought I was in the wrong movie. A huge swimming pool stretched out before my eyes, at least forty feet long and surrounded by a very expensive-looking marble border. In keeping with the style of the poolside, access to the pool was not via a suspended metal ladder, but via a wide marble staircase in one of the corners. Through a ceiling-high window that spanned the entire width of the room, you had a direct view down into the valley, where the sea of downtown buildings stretched across half the horizon. Through a kind of tunnel, you could swim under the window facade into an outdoor pool that was at least the same size and had a waterslide and a diving board.

On the other side of the pool was a wall decorated with modern art mosaics, interrupted in the middle by an adjoining room open to the pool, completely clad in high-gloss black granite. From here, a glass door led to a large sauna, next to which hung an oversized rain shower, open to the room. Several comfortable lounge chairs, surrounded by large-leafed house palms in light marble planters, created a feel-good atmosphere, like a small oasis. Opposite the sauna stood a massage table, above which an infrared heater was mounted on the ceiling. Naturally, I envied Svenja the practical opportunity to practice the massage techniques she had learned here under optimal conditions.

Unfortunately, I didn't have enough time to admire all this luxury in peace, as the twins relentlessly pulled me on, all the way to a wide spiral staircase that led from the pool directly up to the living area of ​​the house. Once at the top, the spiral staircase led directly into a seemingly enormous living/dining area, which was connected to an open kitchen. The entire interior appeared both timeless and modern. Everything seemed perfectly coordinated in form and color. In any case, someone had obviously put some thought into arranging the countless accessories, vases, figurines, and artistically designed objects to match the furniture. This room, too, was dominated by a large window front, offering the same view as the one from the pool in the basement.

"Svenja, would you be so kind as to show Patrick his room?" Christine asked her daughter as she helped the twins out of their shoes.

"Yes, Mom, I will. Follow me Pax, your room is upstairs, right next to my mom's."

Svenja, who was still standing on the spiral staircase, simply continued up the stairs after offering me her hand. Her thoughtfulness touched me, and I was only too happy to let her take my hand. At the top, the stairs led into a wide corridor that led to the right and left. On the walls hung pictures of Svenja and her two little sisters at all ages. I found one of the pictures particularly interesting. It showed Svenja standing on a winner's podium, a medal around her neck. To her right and left stood two other girls, also with medals around their necks, but with less than happy faces.

"Wow, so you're athletic? What kind of sport do you do?" I wanted to know.

"Roller skating. It's basically the same as figure skating, only with rollerblades on your feet instead of ice skates. The photo is from the last state championships, where I won first place in the solo dance."

"Wow, not bad, congratulations!" I said appreciatively and followed her to the right, to the end of the corridor. Now I also understood how she got her well-trained thigh muscles. I briefly considered telling her that I had also become state champion in the pole vault in the juniors team, but refrained from saying so. I had the impression that Svenja was very proud of her success, and I therefore didn't want to push myself too far into the spotlight at that moment.

Svenja opened the last door on the left and let me go first. The guest room turned out to be really cozy, sparsely but tastefully furnished, and, above all, flooded with sunlight. A very comfortable-looking, large bed dominated the room. From the floor-to-ceiling window and the door to the balcony, you had the same phenomenal view of the valley as from the pool and the living room. The balcony was framed by a massive, waist-high glass front, with not a single metal strut obscuring the view of the city. Only upon close inspection could one even see that a glass barrier prevented anyone from falling over the edge.

"Come out onto the balcony with me, and I'll show you our garden."

Svenja pushed the sliding door aside and pulled me outside by the hand, from where there was a truly panoramic view of the vast property and down into the valley. The garden seemed somewhat wild to me. No English lawn or neatly trimmed hedges, as I would have expected given the luxurious-looking property, but a large flower meadow, dotted with a dazzling array of blossoms. At the lower end of the garden, I could make out a small pond, to which an artificial stream meandered for a good thirty feet, crossed by a small wooden bridge. On the other side of the stream, I discovered three large wooden boxes, which, upon closer inspection, turned out to be bee colonies. All in all, the garden seemed to me like the complete opposite of the feudal estates I knew from my own hometown, in Hannover's Kleefeld district. Nothing seemed as if it had been designed purely for show. Rather, it seemed to me as if nature was being given the opportunity to unfold itself.

Svenja pulled me along by the hand, across the balcony, which ran around the entire floor like the observation deck of a lighthouse.

"This is my mom's bedroom," she pointed to the one right next to mine. Through the reflective glass, I could see a huge, circular bed in the middle of the room. The entire room was decorated in very bright, cheerful colors. What fascinated me most, however, was a circular mirror, hanging from the ceiling directly above the same sized bed. What was it for? I tried to imagine what kind of view would open up for the person below, while making love. I would have liked to look through the window for a while longer, but Svenja simply pulled me on.

"And this is Anna and Lisa's room."

Through the window, I could admire the two girls' lovingly decorated room. Two bunk beds faced each other, each with a slide. On the walls hung all sorts of pictures, obviously painted by the two of them, next to a huge, colorful caterpillar painted on the wall, which I recognized as The Very Hungry Caterpillar from the well-known children's book by Eric Carle.

"And this is the bathroom."

"Wow, a bathroom with direct access to the balcony! Pretty decadent, if you ask me," I couldn't help but exclaim at the sight of the truly luxuriously furnished bathroom. Mirror-smooth black granite covered the floor and walls, while diagonal, relief-like recesses made of a material shimmering like mother-of-pearl, set into the wall, still made the room appear bright and welcoming.

"Yes, you're probably right. But it's certainly something, for example, sitting in a bubble bath in winter and being able to look through the large window down into the valley and see the brightly illuminated city."

"Well, it would be enough for me to even have a bathtub in the nurses' residence."

"Well, as long as you're living with us, you now have your own bathroom in the guest room, where you also have a bathtub all to yourself. Of course, you're also welcome to use the tub here in the bathroom. It has awesome massage jets, by the way."

"I didn't even notice there was a bathroom in my room?"

"That's not immediately obvious because the bathroom door is behind the wardrobe in the corner of the room. Incidentally, only the guest room has the luxury of its own bathtub, as my parents and I used to stay here regularly as I was a small child, when the house still belonged to my grandparents."

"So, and this is my dad's bedroom," Svenja pointed to the second-to-last room accessible from the balcony, after we had already walked halfway around the house. Unlike the other rooms, the opaque curtains were drawn here, so you couldn't see inside.

"Then I assume the last room is yours, right?"

"Wrong guess. This is our gym. I live downstairs in the basement, next to the pool. I actually used to have my room up here, and the gym was next to the pool, but since I was eighteen, I've had two rooms downstairs with their own entrances. My mom said it would be better if I had a bit more privacy now that I'm of age and have started my apprenticeship. Plus, down there, I'm undisturbed by the twins when I need to study or just want some peace and quiet. Up here, they were always either jumping around on the balcony in front of my window or constantly coming in without knocking."

"And why do your parents have separate bedrooms?" The question was a bit indiscreet, and I felt like biting my tongue, but now it had been asked, I couldn't really take it back. Svenja didn't seem bothered by my question at all.

"Actually, my parents divorced three years ago. They're only keeping up the facade because of the twins. When my mom was pregnant with the twins, my dad started an affair with a colleague. The whole thing only came out by chance because Dad was stupid enough to leave his cell phone at home. Mom then overheard some very explicit text messages from his girlfriend. She made short work of it and, together with me, threw all his things outside the driveway and changed the access code for the driveway, so he hasn't been able to get onto the property since. We told Anna and Lisa that their dad has to work abroad all the time. They've already gotten used to him just dropping by briefly and then leaving again. Only at Christmas or on the twins' birthdays does he stay a few hours longer, but never overnight. He's not a family man at all, and he doesn't even seem to mind that he rarely sees the twins and me. The only thing he's really upset about is the fact that he can no longer use my grandpa's Porsche to show off. That guy is honestly nothing but a huge asshole and I can't tell you how much I hate him!"

"Oh, I'm sorry. But it's actually none of my business. It's just that your dad just lets himself be thrown out of his own house that surprises me."

Svenja let go of my hand and stood in front of me when she heard how I felt about the whole thing. "Well, you men all think the same way. If a family lives in a great house with a swimming pool and huge grounds, it must be the man of the house who has a fantastic job, earns a great salary, and paid for all of it," pointing to the house and garden, "with his hard-earned money, right? You men would never come up with the idea that the house might belong to his wife and the man is just a puny little civil servant at the city council, would you?"

"Sorry, I couldn't have known that..."

"Come on, forget about it, it's okay. By the way, I've long since come to terms with it and actually think it's a good thing that the asshole doesn't live here anymore. I'm just glad he didn't manage to profit off my mom during the divorce. Her lawyers really ripped him to pieces in court after it came out that he'd been cheating on my mother for much longer than she realized."

"Well, I really can't believe this. Your mom is a truly wonderful woman. How could anyone cheat on such a beautiful and lovable woman?"

"Oh, don't let my mom hear that, she'll pounce on you and devour you, skin and bones! I think she's taken a liking to you anyway!"

"Really?"

"Of course. Women notice things like that."

"Well, I didn't notice anything," I lied shamelessly. Or should I have told Svenja that her mother had intentionally given me a deep glimpse of her cleavage several times?

"I did. I can tell right away when Mom likes someone."

"Yes? How did you know that?"

"Like the way she looked at you earlier when she was tying your shoes. Besides, I'd never noticed her leaving so many buttons undone on her dress before. And don't tell me you didn't notice!"

"Uh, yes, but..."

"Well, I knew it! You men are all the same. Did you at least like what you could see under her dress?"

"I,... uh,... I don't know..."

"Oh, come on, why don't you just admit that my mom has really great tits? You must have been staring at them when she leaned over and I wouldn't wonder if you had been staring at mine and the other blindfolded girls in Ms. Gerber's class earlier, right?"

"Yes, but..."

"No, no buts. Does my mom have great tits or not?"

Once again, I blushed like a fire extinguisher. But it was no use. The way Svenja was looking at me right now, I simply couldn't lie to her, even though I certainly couldn't have made my face turn any redder.

"Yes, she has. But honestly, I wasn't looking at the other girls in Ms. Gerber's class at all, because I couldn't take my eyes off you. And you can honestly believe me, you have by far the most beautiful tits of anyone in the class. Not even your mother can compete with them!" I finally admitted, looking sheepishly at my feet because I couldn't quickly spot anything that was even lower.

"Really? You like my tits better than my mom's?"

I just nodded silently, but couldn't get another word out out of shame. Svenja looked at me strangely, as if she was still processing what she'd just heard. It seemed as if she were wrestling with herself before her expression suddenly brightened, as if she'd suddenly made a decision that she absolutely had to follow through on. Before I realized what was happening, she grabbed her sundress by the waistband and pulled it over her head with a single tug.

"As a reward for the nice compliment, you're welcome to touch them."

Was I in the wrong movie or something? Did Svenja really just ask me to touch her tits? Although I actually didn't like the term "tits" at all, because it somehow reminded me of cheap porn and had absolutely nothing to do with the magical eroticism that the sight of Svenja's exposed breasts exuded. Full of anticipation, she stood before me, presenting them to me, impatiently waiting for me to finally touch them.

"Well, what are you waiting for? You'll never get that opportunity again!"

I have no idea what possessed me at that moment. I felt as if I were suddenly at the mercy of an alien force that controlled my actions. Instead of simply cupping her breasts, I knelt down in front of Svenja and brought my lips closer to the small areola of her right breast. It must have felt similar for Han Solo and Luke Skywalker when they encountered the Death Star's capture beam in their Millennium Falcon. There was simply no escape! The mysterious force that drew me practically compelled me to grasp this wonder of nature with my lips, suck it into my mouth, and delight in the fascinating metamorphosis, at the end of which a hard, erect nipple bore into my tongue!

Completely entranced, I watched as Svenja gently placed her hand around my head, pulling me even closer to her. Suddenly, I had a sense of déjà vu, feeling safe and secure, as if ancient memories from my subconscious were being awakened. In my mind's eye, I saw my mother, tenderly pressing me to her breast and letting me feel all her love as she fed me her sweet, warm milk. Only the breathy moan that escaped Svenja's lips, distorted with pleasure, separated my subconscious memory from this sensual moment, which, if it had been up to me, should never have ended.

I had barely captured one breast with my lips when my curious fingers were already on the other. Feeling the nipple unfold to its full size beneath my fingers, while the areola changed its texture until it suddenly felt like a lunar landscape with tiny, dot-like bumps beneath my probing fingertips, was simply indescribable. Indescribably exciting and at the same time indescribably arousing!

Unfortunately, this excursion into nature ended as abruptly as it had begun, because after just a few moments, the hand left my head and Svenja withdrew from me again. This time, it was her face that was flushed and not mine. Her cheeks were clearly glowing, and her chest visibly rose and fell under the influence of the deep breaths that were due to her obvious excitement.

"That was really nice," she whispered barely audibly, more to herself than to me. "But we should probably stop now. I'm not ready for more."

"But why did you even..."

Svenja didn't let me finish. "I thought it was really sweet of you to say you like my breasts better than my mom's. I usually always hear how great everything looks on my mom. This was the first time someone has ever said they like something better about me than my mom's. At that moment, I just stopped thinking and thought I owed you something for that compliment."

"But you don't think your mother looks better than you, do you? To me, you're the prettiest girl in the entire semester. Oh, what am I saying? To me, you're the prettiest girl I've ever met!"

"You're really sweet, Pax. But please don't be mad at me for not wanting more. I shouldn't have done that at all, but it just sort of came over me. I made a firm decision that I didn't want to have sex until I was at least finished with my education and could stand on my own two feet. You know, Pax, my mom was pregnant with me when she was fifteen. When I was born, she had just turned sixteen. Sixteen! You can't imagine what that meant to a young girl like my mom was and what a drama it was for her back then. For years, she had to fight to even finish her high school diploma at night school, while carrying me as a baby. Mom's parents supported her really well, but they couldn't do everything for her. Then, to top it all off, my grandparents died very early in a car accident, when I wasn't even six years old. They left my mom a huge fortune and this house, but they couldn't help her raise me, so she had to quit college shortly before she graduated. You wouldn't believe how hard it was for my mother to have to give up so close to graduating from university because she always had to be there 100 percent for her family and, above all, for me. I am so infinitely grateful to her for the sheltered childhood she gave me, and I don't want to disappoint her by suffering the same fate as her. Can't you understand that?"

Svenja paused briefly, seemingly gathering her thoughts. I had the impression that she was about to burst into tears, but was trying with all her might to prevent it. My hand, which I tried to place on her shoulder for comfort, was brushed away with a casual gesture before she continued.

"You know Pax, watching my mom handle everything on her own did something to me that I just can't shake off. If at least my dad had been there to support my mom, maybe I would react differently to you. In fact he was the person who supported her the least throughout this whole time. I guess he was probably even afraid that my mother would outdo him with her studies. If it had been up to my dad, my mom would have simply stayed at home and looked after the kitchen and me, her daughter. It was always much more important to my dad to climb the career ladder in city administration, and to always have a warm meal on the table when he came home. Aside from having something on the table regularly, all he ever wanted from my mom was sex, sex, and more sex. But I can tell you, at least the two of them were pretty good at that. At least those were always the only times he really took care of my mom, if you know what I mean."

I had a huge lump in my throat and didn't really know what to say. I was more stammering than actually speaking in complete sentences. "But you broke up with Alex, I mean with that guy, you know who I mean, you broke up with him, right?"

"Yes, I'm really done with this. But please don't take this as if I want to jump from one relationship to the next. I really like you, Pax, a lot, but I really shouldn't have done that with my breasts. I'm so sorry, but..."

Svenja didn't say anything else, but put her hands over her face, ran away sobbing, and just left me standing there like a wet poodle. I was completely confused and wondered what I could have done wrong. Should I have just taken her in my arms and acted like a confident protector instead of pouncing on her breasts like a late-pubescent horny boy? I immediately dismissed that thought, because her initial reaction had clearly indicated to me that she actually enjoyed it a lot.

Although I'm not usually one for swearing, tears still welled up in my eyes. Everything between Svenja and me was actually going so well today that I was almost ready to confess my feelings for her. Knowing that she wasn't ready for a relationship at the moment was a real pain in my throat.

I have no idea how long I'd been standing on the balcony, moping and staring into space, when I suddenly felt a hand gently rest on my shoulder. It was Christine, who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere. She spoke to me in a calm voice, standing behind me.

"I just had a very long mother-daughter conversation with Svenja. You know, Svenja isn't just my daughter to me, but like a little sister and my very best friend all rolled into one. Maybe because I had her so early, when I was still half a child myself. In any case, we talk very openly and have no secrets from each other."

"Yes, I know that. I can talk about anything with my mom, too. Not so much with my dad. He's a good friend when it comes to shared activities like sports or things like that, but he's rather unapproachable when it comes to matters of the heart. I wish I had my mom with me right now."

"Would you like to have someone by your side right now, someone you could pour your heart out to?" Christine stepped even closer to me, so that I could practically feel the warmth she radiated.

"Well, if you ask me so directly, yes."

"You're welcome to talk to me about anything that's on your mind. There's nothing you can't talk to me about."

Suddenly I felt her, felt her soft body gently pressed against my back, felt the two curves beneath her summer dress, delicately waking the sensors on my body surface below my shoulder blades.

"Well, I don't really know how to figure Svenja out."

"Yes, I can understand that. Svenja told me that she just spontaneously let you touch her breast and that she was completely confused by the intense feelings you gave her. She was completely overwhelmed by how sexually aroused she was to feel your lips on her breast. She simply didn't expect it to even come to that, that she would almost lose control of her own will and would have loved to spontaneously surrender to you right there on the balcony. In the end, she was so shocked by her own reaction to you that she was completely at her wit's end—in fact, she still is."

"She really told you that?"

"Well, not literally, but in the same spirit. In any case, she told me that she now fully understands why I spontaneously had unprotected sex with her future father back then, and I was only fifteen, after all. Right now, she's lying on her bed crying her eyes out because she's so confused about her feelings for you. She's quite sure, though, that she doesn't want to get into a new relationship any time soon, but at the same time, she's afraid that you might not want to have anything to do with her anymore because of it."

Christine paused for a moment, as if searching for the right words to explain to me the inner battle Svenja was fighting with herself.

"I think you should give her time and respect that she needs a break right now to put the Alex issue behind her once and for all. She's only been with him for a few weeks and, thankfully, hasn't become emotionally attached to him yet. Fortunately, nothing has happened between her and Alex so far, apart from kissing. But seeing how brutally he reacted to your little happening yesterday left her completely confused and shocked, and it seriously damaged her image of what a relationship should be."

"But I would never behave like that towards her. I couldn't even think about letting her down."

"I know that, Patrick, and I think Svenja knows it too. At least deep down, she'll know it, because she has a good sense for other people."

"Well, she was obviously completely wrong about her feeling for this Alex, wasn't she?"

"Yes, you're right about that, though. I don't know what she liked so much about him anyway. He seemed like a poser and a wannabe to me from the start. Even Anna and Lisa saw through him and didn't warm to him, but he probably managed to impress Svenja with the fact that he's a medical student."

"Medical student, aha. In my high school, those were always the ones who, even before they graduated, always considered themselves superior to everyone else. At least, the ones I know. There were some whose parents immediately called a lawyer on the teachers if their offspring ever got less than an A on an exam. They're just assholes!"

"Well, aren't you exaggerating a bit with your blanket condemnation?"

"Yes, maybe. But I have two very specific faces on my radar, and when I think back to them, this Alex fits their mold perfectly."

"Okay. But can we agree that there are at least as many empathetic and warm-hearted young people among medical students who see their profession as a calling and not a status symbol? Because there's nothing I dislike more than prejudices and generalizations."

"Yes, okay. You're right, of course," I admitted meekly.

"Very good, I like you much better that way. But now we've somehow gotten completely off topic. I definitely want you to respect the fact that Svenja doesn't want to start a new relationship at the moment. I tried to make it clear to her that the intensity with which she reacted physically to you earlier is actually a very good sign that you could be, and probably are, the right one for her. But this seems to have strengthened her resolve, at least for the moment, to renounce love and, above all, sex for the time being."

Christine paused again, snuggling even closer to me before continuing.

"You know, Patrick, Svenja is a lovely, healthy, and, in my opinion, very pretty young woman whose body craves closeness and sexual fulfillment, probably even passionate sex, just as much as mine does, and certainly yours too. The only problem is her stubbornness, which she's always had since she was a very small child. Once she set her mind on something, she's always followed through. And believe me, I didn't put the idea in her head that she absolutely had to abstain from sex. I certainly wasn't the one who told her that she had to at least complete her education before having sex for the first time."

"But as far as I'm concerned, we don't need to have real sex at all. Of cours I'd love to have sex with her some day, but I'd love it the same if we could just be together. Svenja spoke so lovingly about me in class this morning that I spontaneously fell in love with her. I could certainly do without sex, but giving up Svenja completely would be really difficult for me. But so far, I haven't even dared to tell her that I'm in love with her."

I had no explanation why I told Christine all this so openly. I'm not usually that talkative. But there was something about Christine that instilled trust in me, making it easy for me to pour out my heart to her and talk to her about all sorts of things that were bothering me. It almost seemed like I could confide in her about things I wouldn't even discuss with my mom.

"No, Patrick, when you're newly in love, it's so easy to say that you could forgo sex just to be with Svenja. But especially at your age, you shouldn't forgo sex. Even though there are certainly many moralists who claim the opposite, it's especially important for you young adults to explore your natural physical needs and live them out together. You have to experiment for yourself to learn what you like, what turns you on, what satisfies you, and what makes you happy. There are some things you have to experience and feel for yourself, things you can't learn from online videos or magazines. This also includes, if necessary, gaining sexual experience with different partners. We're so fortunate that we live in a society today where this is tolerated, and for most people, even completely natural. It would be a huge mistake to renounce sex, only to then one day commit to someone with whom you realize too late that you simply aren't sexually compatible. Of course, it does happen that two people find each other and harmonize perfectly physically and emotionally from the very beginning. But sometimes it takes time to find the right person, to be on the same wavelength and then to endure a lifetime of harmony together. Why do you think nature, or even God, gave us the ability to feel desire, to give ourselves completely uninhibitedly to our partners, and to give each other pleasurable and liberating orgasms? Certainly not to postpone these experiences to some imaginary day, only to then, in the worst case, never experience them again!"

I listened to Christine's words, fascinated. I'd never spoken to my mother about this topic so openly and directly, and I realized how important it obviously was to Christine. It felt really good to talk to her so openly and casually about this topic, or rather, to listen to her talk, until the conversation suddenly took a very open turn for me.

"Do you masturbate regularly?"

"Uh..." There it was again, my modesty and, of course, my glowing red face again!

"Come on, Patrick, there's nothing to be ashamed of. So, tell me, you definitely masturbate regularly, right?"

"Yes, but every man does that, right?" I admitted meekly.

"But that's not what I'm getting at. You must have nice feelings when you bring yourself to orgasm, right?"

"Y-yes," I stammered somewhat monosyllabically. What was she getting at?

"Good. And if I understand correctly, that little accident yesterday in massage class was the first time you were made to ejaculate by a girl's hand, right?"

"Y-yes. Right."

"And now let me guess: That was definitely the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced, right?"

"How do you know that for sure?"

"Well, that's quite simple. Because an orgasm you manage to have by yourself can never compete with one you experience with the assistance of another person. Squirting your semen onto your own stomach is something completely different than squirting it into the lap, hand, or, for that matter, the mouth of a woman who desires you. And because of this, in my opinion, it's a waste of time to think you have to save yourself for someday or for someone else. It would be a shame to miss out on so many wonderful climaxes during this long time. So many unused moments of happiness and ecstasy, moments of pleasurable union that may never come again and may be lost forever."

Christine paused briefly before continuing. I had the feeling she was wrestling with herself before she finally moved on.

"I'm not so sure if I should really tell you this. Would you promise me that you'll keep what I'm about to tell you to yourself?"

"Of course. I swear!"

"All right. But it really stays between us, okay?"

I nodded and simulated a zipper, sealing my lips.

"All right. Svenja was also able to experience this on her own body today for the first time in her life."

"How? What was she able to experience?"

"An orgasm through the participation of another person."

"Whaaat? Through whom, and most importantly, when?" I could practically feel my heart sink. Had Svenja been with Alex after all...

"Don't tell me you didn't notice anything?"

"What was I supposed to have noticed?"

"A few other things happened between you and Svenja this morning, besides the kind words she said to you, didn't they? I heard she let you lead her blindfolded and half-naked through an obstacle course?"

"Yes, that's true. Did she say anything else?"

"Oh yes, you kan bet she did!"

"What else did she tell you?" I wanted to know more.

"Well, should I tell you in Svenja's words? Or rather, in a roundabout way?"

"Well, if I can choose, then I'd rather like to hear Svenja's words."

"Okay. Svenja told me that you caught her when she jumped off a large wooden box without warning."

"Yes, that's true." I already suspected where this questioning would lead, because by now it was clear to me that Svenja had probably discussed every detail of this lesson with Christine.

"So it's also true that the moment she landed on you, if she hadn't been wearing her thong and you hadn't been wearing your shorts, she probably would have spontaneously lost her virginity?"

Christine grabbed me by the shoulders and turned me around to look me straight in the eyes, as if she wanted to probe the depths of my soul. I felt my head warm and my face flush again. Still, I couldn't back out now, because Christine was already in on all the embarrassing details.

"Yes, I admit I had a massive erection. But put yourself in my shoes Mrs. Petersen."

"Wait a minute, we were already on first-name terms, weren't we?"

"Excuse me, Christine, you're right. Sorry. Okay, just put yourself in my shoes as a man. What am I supposed to do if a gorgeous, half-naked woman in an almost transparent thong sits in front of me with her legs spread the whole time and keeps smiling at me? That surely makes every man's pants tingle, right?"

At my description, Christine couldn't help but laugh heartily. "Yes, I totally understand what you mean. I'm just trying to imagine my sweetheart sitting in front of you almost naked with her legs spread. Just don't think you were the only one who was sexually aroused at that moment. For us women, it certainly has its appeal to present ourselves so freely, especially when we're officially allowed to, and even more so when we're blindfolded and can only imagine how men's gazes are fixed on us. You probably can't even imagine how turned on Svenja was at that moment."

"Really? Are you kidding me? Did she tell you that?"

"Well, listen, didn't you notice that she even had an orgasm while sitting on your hard penis and clinging to you?"

Only now did it dawn on me. This, of course, explained why she was breathing so heavily and grimacing so much as she rubbed herself against my cock! Why didn't I notice that right away?

"Did she really tell you that? She really had an orgasm?" I looked at Christine in disbelief. Her look, however, told me that she wasn't actually pulling my leg.

"Of course she did, and I'm really surprised you didn't notice that at all. And she confirmed exactly what I just told you, namely that it was the most intense orgasm she'd ever experienced, because she was able to experience it through you and not through herself. The only problem she had this morning was that she had to desperately try to hide her pleasure from you and the others in the gym and couldn't fully experience her climax. She would have loved to scream her pleasure out loud. So, strictly speaking, she was in the same situation as you were yesterday during the massage class."

"Well, now that I think about it, she was quite different for a moment. I definitely noticed her face twisting in a weird way and her breathing really fast while she was clinging to me. But I really didn't know she was having an orgasm at that moment."

"Oh, you poor boy. Here you are, bringing a woman to orgasm for the first time in your life, and you didn't even notice how one of the most important moments in a young man's life passes you by. Come on, let me hold you."

Before I knew it, Christine had wrapped both arms around me and pulled me tightly against her. My only problem was that the intimate details of our conversation had already started getting me hard again, something I only noticed now as Christine pressed herself against me. Suddently feeling her body against mine made it even worse. At least I had my jeans on at that moment, but within seconds my cock got so hard Christine simply had to notice, the way she was rubbing herself against me.

Wait a minute! Did I just say she was rubbing herself against me? Oh my God, really! What's going on here? I could clearly feel her lower body slowly rocking back and forth, pressing herself even tighter against me! Did I really hear a whispered moan in my ear as she rubbed herself against my cock? Unfortunately, I didn't have time to find a clear answer, because all of a sudden she pulled away from me and practically pushed me away.

"I think I'd better be going back downstairs to to the girls and prepare dinner. The twins need to go to bed soon, too. After all, they'll have to get up early tomorrow if they want to be at Kindergarten on time. You can lie down for a moment and rest a bit. Svenja has made your bed for you. I'll come up later and let you know when dinner's ready."

She suddenly started talking like a waterfall, clearly trying to distract from her advance and only staring into the distance because it allowed her to avoid eye contact with me. The entire intimate atmosphere of our conversation suddenly vanished into a fog, replaced by a sober matter-of-factness.

"Okay," was all I could manage to say at that moment, because my mind was still on Christine's lower body rubbing against my cock. But Christine had disappeared so quickly that she probably didn't even notice. Somehow, I had the feeling she was embarrassed by how she'd just let herself go. Why else would she have taken off so quickly after we'd just been talking so casually and easily? Only now did I realize that both daughter and mother had quickly worked me into a state of extreme sexual excitement, only to leave me stranded on the balcony with a big question mark in my head and a hard-on in my pants. It's amazing how many parallels there were between mother and daughter. In any case, both had captured my heart equally!

Maybe it would actually be a good idea if I lay down for a moment, because with all the conflicting feelings and thoughts swirling through my head, the headache that I had somehow blocked out the whole time was making itself felt again.

As I entered my room, the scent of freshly washed bed linens immediately hit me. Within a split second I felt at home. Whenever I smelled the freshly laundered bed linens, I thought of my mother, who, as the youngest of the family, always spoiled me to the fullest, cleaned up after me, cooked for me, made me comfortable, anticipated my every wish, and made my bed fresh every few days. But when my sister Hanne (seven years older than me and married for two years) came to visit, she always teased my mother about it, accusing her of making me look like a lazy macho by taking over everything around the house. Anyway, I simply took off my jeans and shirt, lay down on the freshly made bed, and fell into a peaceful twilight sleep within seconds.

I have no idea how long I slept. It must have been very late, because it was already pitch black outside. At first, I thought I was alone, but then I felt a hand gently stroke my forehead. At the same moment, I noticed a sweet scent of perfume, pleasantly tickling my nose. I immediately knew it must be Christine sitting at the head of my bed, because I had smelled the same scent when she hugged me earlier.

"So, Patrick, back among the living?" she spoke to me quietly.

"Hello Christine, have I been sleeping this whole time? What time is it, actually?"

"It's almost midnight. You were sleeping so soundly that we didn't want to wake you. I'm sure it was good for you, and especially for your head, to be able to rest a bit after all the excitement of the day. How are you feeling now?"

"Actually, I feel quite good. To be honest, very good. I can't even remember the last time I slept so deeply and peacefully."

"Well, you didn't sleep that peacefully," Christine said in her gentle voice, still tenderly stroking my forehead. It felt incredibly good to be touched so lovingly by her.

"Why? Didn't I sleep soundly?"

"It depends. In any case, you talked quite a lot in your sleep."

"Really? What did I say in my sleep?"

"I'd rather not tell you that right now. In any case, it touched me deeply because it was about me, too. You said wonderful things about me, but please don't be mad at me if I don't want to go into detail. In any case, it was very sexual, so I don't want to go into too much detail right now."

"Oh, but I didn't mean to..."

"It's okay, Patrick. You don't need to apologize for your dreams. After all, you're a healthy, young man, and it's perfectly normal to have erotic dreams."

Christine paused for a moment as she stroked my forehead down to my cheek, where she had left her hand.

"But tell me," she deftly changed the subject before I could ask, "you must be starving right now, right? Would you like me to make you something to eat?"

"You would really do that, in the middle of the night?"

"Oh, of course, it's no problem for me at all. After all, I have two little witches in the house who, until a year ago, woke up at least once every night. As a mother of three children, you have instincts that you can't easily get rid of."

"That's really very sweet of you, Christine. But I'd be happy to make something myself if you tell me where to find everything."

"Oh, that's out of the question. I promised Dr. Pistorius that I'd take care of you around the clock, and then it's only natural for me to do that. Just lie still, and I'll bring you something right up. Is there anything you absolutely don't like to eat, or that you might even be allergic to?"

"Actually, I eat everything except fish because I'm intolerant to fish protein."

"Well, that's a good thing. We don't have any fish in the house at the moment anyway, because none of us are big fish eaters. So just be surprised by what the kitchen has to offer. I think, at this late hour, I'll whip up something protein-rich for you. It won't sit so heavily on your stomach at night, will help you heal, and will boost your immune system."

Christine rose silently from the headboard of my bed and tiptoed out of the room. In the dim hallway lighting, I could see that she was wearing only a sheer negligee, underneath which she appeared to be naked. A few moments later, she reappeared in the doorway and tossed me an extra-long T-shirt.

"Here, this is a nightshirt of mine that should actually fit you. Unfortunately, I can't offer you proper pajamas because we don't have a man in the house anymore. You can change and put your worn clothes on the table for me. Your underwear too. I'll wash them for you tomorrow morning so they're fresh again.

After Christine left the room, I quickly took off my boxer shorts, because that was all I was wearing anyway. I folded them neatly along with the other clothes, placed them on the table, and slipped into Christine's nightshirt. So much for "should actually fit me". It barely reached my crotch; my testicles were even hanging out. My cock was barely covered, mainly because it was in David mode again. But if I raised my arms, I was completely exposed. No matter, I had the covers to hide under, and besides, I usually slept naked in the summer anyway.

It took quite a while before I heard the door to my room open very quietly and Christine come back in with a tray in her hands. Once again, I looked at the silhouette of her wonderful body, which was clearly visible through the transparent fabric of her erotic lingerie. In the pale light, I could now clearly see that she was indeed wearing nothing but her negligee. No panties, no briefs, nothing at all! In the semi-darkness, I wouldn't have been able to tell whether it was Christine or Svenja who crept silently into my room, were it not for the more graceful legs that only Christine could claim for herself. Otherwise, as far as I could tell, both had the same figure, the same delicate curves, the same wonderful small breasts, and even the same hairstyle, which fell in soft waves around her shoulders.

Christine probably assumed that I couldn't see any of her scantily covered nakedness in the darkness anyway. If she actually believed this, she was mistaken, however, because my eyes had long since adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to make out almost every detail! Unfortunately, my brain once again immediately reported this visual perception to my penis, which was already standing erect again. I quickly pulled up one knee to have an innocuous explanation for the resulting bulge in the blanket, just in case.

Christine pulled a chair up to the bed and placed the tray on it before sitting down next to me at the head of the bed again. Of course, in my youthful innocence, the idea that she might have deliberately sat down on my bed almost naked never occurred to me. The twilight of the three-quarters full moon was strong enough for me to see the bright shimmer of her bare skin through the delicate fabric of her negligee. I was already assuming I'd have to sit up at the edge of the bed to eat and was wondering how best to hide my erection. The simplest thing would probably be to gather the covers and drape them over my crown jewels so that my stiff scepter wouldn't be visible. I was just about to put this idea into action when Christine gently but firmly pushed me back onto my pillow.

"For today, I'm ordering you to stay in bed. Just lie still and let me pamper you, just as your own mother would with her sick child. By the way, everything is fresh from our garden. Just harvested for you in the moonlight. Only the eggs for the scrambled eggs are from the organic farmer down in town. Now, open your mouth!"

Obeying her command, I opened my mouth, and Christine pushed a piece of raw kohlrabi between my lips. The fresh vegetable tasted wonderfully juicy and crunched loudly between my teeth. Next came a piece of cucumber, which also exuded an aromatic freshness I'd never experienced in a cucumber before. Simply delicious! I had barely swallowed the cucumber when I smelled the scrambled eggs on the spoon Christine held under my nose.

"Open your mouth!" came the immediate command, which I dutifully obeyed.

"I've added fresh tomato and chives to the scrambled eggs, but I haven't added any salt yet. If you'd like some, though, I've brought some."

"No, thank you, it tastes wonderful just the way it is. I don't think I've ever eaten such delicious scrambled eggs in my life. It's absolutely unbeatable!" I praised her, for which she gave me a grateful smile.

"Well, wait for dessert before you make such hasty judgments!"

Another spoonful of scrambled eggs followed, and then another, and another, and another, always interrupted by a piece of kohlrabi or cucumber, until finally the entire plate was empty, and Christine removed the plate, tray, and chair from my bed. Again, she sat down next to me on the bed, but this time more in the middle, holding a small bowl in her hand.

To make some space for her, I slid a little inward from the edge of the bed. I carefully concealed my rock-hard penis from her with my raised knee. I wanted to avoid the embarrassment of being caught in this state at all costs. Especially now, with her sitting so close to me, I could clearly see the circular areolas of her firm breasts with their visibly erect nipples, so I increased the firmness a few degrees further down below. It wasn't far off, and I could have hammered a nail into the wall with my cock! Why didn't she at least throw on a dressing gown, I wondered, but I immediately found the explanation in the warmth of the mild summer night, when no sensible person would dress more than absolutely necessary for sleep. So there was nothing to be surprised about. Or was there?

Christine fumbled around in the small bowl until she found something, which she slowly brought to my mouth.

"Open your mouth!" she whispered again, and I let her push a delicious raspberry into my mouth. Intentionally or not, half of her finger also entered my mouth. I felt one of her manicured fingernails on my tongue before her finger withdrew, immediately searching for the next delicacy in the bowl.

"You're right, dessert is actually at least as delicious," I praised the delicious meal.

"Oh, you think that's the dessert?" she whispered again, and I thought I detected a slightly ironic undertone in her words.

"Open your mouth!" came another whisper, very quietly.

This time it was a strawberry, which I squashed with relish against the roof of my mouth. If I ever have my own house with a garden, I'll definitely ask her for a cutting from this very strawberry plant!

"That was truly a dessert of the finest quality!" I exclaimed happily after she had alternated between shoving a raspberry and a strawberry into my mouth. Apparently, she only had one strawberry left at the end, because after removing it from the bowl, she simply shoved the porcelain container under the bed and popped the strawberry into her own mouth.

It's only fair that she treated herself to at least one of those wonderful strawberries, but she made no attempt to swallow it, simply keeping it between her teeth. Why not? Maybe she just wanted to savor the strawberry a little longer. After all, it was her only one!

"Thank you for the delicious dessert," I thanked her, whispering just as quietly as she did.

"But that wasn't even dessert yet," she whispered even more quietly, having previously freed the strawberry from the grip of her teeth.

At first, I couldn't believe my eyes when I noticed my bed covers slowly shifting towards my feet. What was even happening here? Before I realized it was Christine slowly pulling the covers away from me, it was already too late. My erect penis was suddenly out in the fresh air, no longer hidden from Christine by my raised leg, which was pulled down into a stretched-out position as if by magic. Part of my subconscious already wanted to protest loudly, while the other, much stronger part seemed to already enjoy having my most intimate parts exposed to the gaze of this wonderful woman. And yet, it was she herself who put me in this delicate situation, in which I really could no longer deny the sexual attraction she exerted on me!

I watched in amazement as Christine swung one of her legs over me to squat on my thighs, just below my towering mast. She bent forward just slightly, so that my glans pierced her belly button. I looked down at myself and could hardly believe the spectacle unfolding before me as Christine slowly pushed her pelvis out onto me, pressing my penis flat against my stomach so that my glans was pointing directly at my face. She slid further and further up me, letting me feel the wetness of her clean-shaven pubic area, her prominent labia glistening moistly in the moonlight.

When I could hardly see my penis anymore, Christine bent over to press the last strawberry into my mouth, which was open in amazement. Frantically, I bit twice into the sweet fruit and swallowed it half-chewed to free my tongue, which now had to quickly attend to Christine's tongue, as it had already taken over half of my mouth. A passionate battle between our tongues quickly developed, a battle that left over no loser, only heavyly breathing winners.

Never in my life would I have believed anyone who told me that a passionate French kiss could overshadow everything else. But now I felt it. Incredible! Christine was pulling me along like a wild tsunami that seemed to rage in my mouth, sending its waves into almost every corner, polishing my teeth, exploring every bump in my throat, my palate, and my cheeks, even teasing me on my tonsils. And all I could do was resist it with all my might and share the strawberry flavor that remained with this wonderful woman who was about to kiss me silly!

This kiss was so energetically passionate that I was only vaguely aware of Christine slowly rubbing her moist labia against the underside of my flattened cock, up and down again and again. Her increasing moans alone made me suspect that something was about to happen that might even eclipse the passionate kiss.

Slowly, Christine propped herself up on her outstretched arms to look into my eyes, breathing heavily.

"Now comes your dessert, my darling," she whispered softly into the gloom of the moonlit night as she raised her pelvis with unparalleled slowness. "Now I will grant you the wish you have spoken of again and again in your sleep!"

"And you really don't want to tell me what I was talking about in my sleep?" I asked her in a trembling voice.

"Yes, my darling, now I want to tell you exactly what you asked me for in your sleep," she whispered very softly, and I couldn't help but notice a breathy moan in her whisper-quiet voice.

"I asked you for something?"

"Oh yes, something truly wonderful!"

"What was it I asked you for?"

"You asked me, no, you practically begged me, to free you from your virginity and finally make you a man!"

My heart almost stopped with excitement. "And now you really want...?" I didn't even need to finish my question, because Christine was already about to give me the answer!

My penis followed her upwards, while she lifted her pelvis, like a railroad crossing gate opening after the approaching train had passed. She skillfully caught me with her moist labia, which wrapped themselves softly around my hardness like a snail. By nestling her calyx around my glans and moistening it with her sweetly scented nectar, she irreversibly initiated my transformation from a curious teenager to an experienced man!

Slowly, moaning, she lowered herself onto me, drawing me inexorably into her depths, stroking my rock-hard shaft with her moist mucous membranes until her pubic bone rested firmly on mine. It took me a while to internalize what was happening to me, until I felt Christine take me deep into her vagina and begin to milk me with her pulsating muscular tube. Never in my life could I have imagined how irrationally wonderful, intoxicating, and overwhelming this feeling of my first union with a woman would be! What I would have given to be able to make this magical moment last forever!

Christine gazed down at me lovingly as she crossed her arms over her chest to pull her feather-light negligee made of transparent ice silk over her head as if in slow motion. Beads of sweat ran down my forehead as I watched her hard nipples plowing through the sheer fabric caressing over them before emerging uncovered in all their erotic glory.

Carelessly, Christine let the only piece of clothing that had saved her from complete nakedness slide behind her back, where it landed lightly on me and nestled around my balls. Christine bent down again and tugged at my nightshirt, which was actually her own, because she wanted me completely naked too. To support her, I sat up slightly. Taking advantage of the upward movement of my upper body, she pulled me up to her by my shoulders until I pressed my naked upper body against hers in an upright sitting position.

"Come on, Patrick, please hold me tight," she whispered in my ear as she pressed her lower body even harder against me, letting her vaginal muscular tube contract further and further around my hard cock in pulsating waves.

One goosebump after another ran down my spine as I felt her breathy breath against my ear and she gently bit my earlobe.

"Please kiss me tenderly," I heard her voice trembling with excitement in my ear, the sweet pain of her bite still lingering.

Completely lost in my overwhelmed perception, I searched for her lips, which finally met mine slightly open. Very gently, she blew little kisses one after the other on my upper and lower lips before tracing the outer contours of my lips with the tip of her tongue. I reciprocated this with her, repeatedly experiencing small encounters with her tongue, which finally licked very gently over the inside of my lips before she finally let me capture her and unite with my tongue in a tender French kiss.

I stroked my hands down her back to her bottom, which felt incredibly soft yet so powerful beneath my fingertips. I would have loved to continue stroking her bottom for hours, but Christine seemed to have something else in mind, as she gently but firmly pushed me back into my pillow before taking my hands and guiding them to her breasts.

"Please be very gentle with them, they are very sensitive. They haven't been able to feel a man's touch for a long time. Yeees, oooh yessss, you're doing it so goo-ood!"

The pointed nipples, which pierced my palms, yearning for a gentle touch, caused my pituitary gland and hypothalamus to flood my bloodstream with endorphins, which made me feel an absolute state of insane love with my entire body, so much so that I could hardly bear it anymore. Suddenly, I felt so much love, so much warmth, so much lustful desire for Christine that it almost constricted my heart.

Christine seemed to sense my overactive hormonal reaction, because she guided my hands, completely beyond my control, over her breasts with a loud moan, letting me feel the firm tissue around her hard nipples, perfectly forming these wonderful hemispheres that seemed to have been made for my hands.

Several minutes of intense, mutual exploration may have passed without us really moving. Christine had long since stopped the pulsating contractions of her vagina to simply breathe and feel in sync with me. Large and hard, my penis filled her soft, warm vagina, which now slowly began to become more active. At first, she released me from her moist grasp only one or two inches before taking me back inside her, right down to the base of my cock. With each up and down, the distance she slid up and down my shaft increased, until I repeatedly noticed the light breeze on my glans that blew into the room from the roof terrace through the open sliding door, while at the same time the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame was carried out into the darkness of the night.

Suddenly, I felt a change, felt Christine's vaginal muscles gripping me again every time my cock was on its way out. I felt as if I were hooked up to a powerful milking machine, and it was immediately clear to me that I wouldn't be able to endure this for long. Although I would have loved to surrender myself to this incredibly intense, almost incredibly horny feeling for the rest of my life, I had to watch in my helplessness as my fuse burned down at a rapid pace after just a short up and down, and my erect penis began to twitch wildly.

"Yeeeeeeah, oh yeeeeah Patrick, let it come! Shoot it all into my hungry pussy, yesssss! Oh my god yesssss, I can feel you squirting inside me. Oh, how long has it been since I've felt that. Yeeeah, come on, give me everything you've got!"

"Nnnngggaaaaahhhhhhh! Ah! Ah! Ah!!!". I was no longer able to articulate any words that made any sense. The moans escaped my lips as if they were controlled by someone else, sounds I'd never heard from my own mouth before.

Christine now increased the use of her muscular tube, which she squeezed with all her strength, literally stretching my penis as if she wanted to milk every last drop of my semen out of it. In any case, she achieved this by making me experience my orgasm, with all its aftershocks, with such intensity that I moaned out my pleasure so loudly that Christine forced me to silence with another French kiss.

I was still stiff enough for Christine to continue her ride on me for a few more moments before finally letting me slide out of her completely. The railroad crossing gate now lowered itself weakly until it lay limply on my stomach.

Still panting heavily, Christine crawled a little further up before remaining on all fours above me. As she caught my gaze with her alert eyes, I felt warm, creamy cum dripping from her and onto my stomach. It was my own sperm, which, mixed with her vaginal secretions, collected in a sizeable puddle on my stomach and bathed my penis in it.

When the drippings finally stopped, Christine crawled down to me and dipped her tongue into the protein-rich puddle, licking it all up and swallowing it all. With the taste of our juices still in her mouth, she crawled back up to me to share the aroma of our mutual lovemaking with another French kiss.

After several minutes of breathless passion, she let go of me and propped herself up on her outstretched arms so she could look me in the eyes.

"Now you're a real man, Patrick. From now on, the world of women is at your feet, and I hope so much for my Svenja that she comes to her senses as soon as possible so she can experience this with you too," she whispered before leaning down to me again and pressing a wet kiss on my forehead.

Amazed, I returned her gaze, unable to understand, unable to believe what she had just revealed to me. At that moment, I realized how infinitely deep Christine's love for her daughter must be, and I simply couldn't help but pull her down to me again to elicit another French kiss. We both almost forgot to breathe, so that after minutes, we separated completely out of breath.

"But wouldn't you be jealous if I slept with Svenja too?" I finally dared to ask the question that had been naggingly stuck in my head.

"But no, my darling. Svenja is my own flesh and blood, and if you make her happy, you'll make me happy too. I know Svenja has fallen in love with you too, and I would be very happy if you two found each other."

"Really? Svenja has fallen in love with me? Did she say so?"

"She doesn't need to tell me that. A mother senses things like that, even without needing to be told. Ever since Svenja broke up with Alex, she's been a different person. You should have heard her rave about you when she told me how she experienced her orgasm sitting on your penis. She wasn't talking about her sexual sensations at all, but only about the uncanny closeness and security she felt in your arms at that moment. If that's not love, then what is?"

I listened to Christine's words in shock, unable to believe what she was telling me. Without my being able to stop them, tears suddenly streamed down my face.

"This can't be true," I suddenly burst out crying. "I just cheated on the girl who loves me and whom I love back with you, with her own mother! How could I have done this? If I could, I would love to..."

Christine placed a finger on my lips and silenced me, her eyes assessing me lovingly.

"Don't cry, my darling. Everything's fine, and you haven't done anything wrong. You haven't cheated on Svenja at all, because after all, you haven't confessed your love to each other yet. And even if you had, Svenja wouldn't be angry with you if you'd slept with me."

"What do you mean?" I asked her, still fighting back my tears.

"Oh, you know, Patrick, things between Svenja and me aren't like those between most mothers and daughters. We have an incredibly strong bond, and as you've probably noticed, we really don't have any secrets from each other. It's gotten to the point where we're even willing to share everything with each other."

"Yes, I've noticed that, but what are you trying to tell me?"

"Do you remember how I spontaneously hugged you earlier on the balcony?"

"Yes, of course I remember!"

"And I remember it even more because when I felt your penis harden in your pants, I was, for a brief moment, the happiest woman in the world. Can you imagine how it gnawed at me that I hadn't felt a man get hard because of me in over three years? I was so euphoric in that moment that I almost lost control of myself. Surely you noticed that your erection didn't leave me completely cold, right?"

"Yes, I felt you rubbing yourself against me."

"I thought you must have noticed. And I can tell you, I had to restrain myself quite a bit to avoid eating you right then and there. So, in that moment, I felt the same way Svenja did just a few minutes before me. But with one big difference."

"Oh yeah, which one?"

"Well, how should I put this? Svenja hasn't yet experienced the energy and passion that sex can unleash in a person, apart from your little episode behind the gym box. She doesn't yet know about the strength, happiness, and deep satisfaction, even the boundless joy of life, that fills a person when they can live out an active, uninhibited, and satisfying sexuality. Therefore, she also doesn't know about the emptiness that leaves you feeling when you suddenly no longer have anyone to let you experience that same happiness and passion.

When my husband and I were still in love, we shared all of this, and in fact, it was the only real connection that bound us together, since we hardly had any other common interests. The sex with him was really great, but I would never have married him if I hadn't gotten pregnant with Svenja. After Svenja's birth, it took a very long time for him to regain the passion he once felt for me. We had several sexually active years together after that and enjoyed ourselves. We truly lived out our sexuality without inhibition. We had no problem showing Svenja how physically attracted we were to each other."

"But you certainly didn't do it in front of Svenja, did you?"

"No, at least not since she was about four years old. In her early years, however, we laid the foundation for her own open attitude towards sex because we had her around us in every situation. Not that we intended it that way, because we usually had sex when Svenja was asleep. Often, however, we would spontaneously pounce on each other while she was playing with her dolls on the floor next to us. Of course, we made it clear to her that we were playing a game that only Mom and Dad were allowed to participate in, because otherwise, in her childish playfulness, she would have felt encouraged to join in. Only when she started kindergarten did we begin to discreetly withdraw for sex, because we were afraid that she would otherwise blab to the kindergarten center about what Mom and Dad were doing. Nevertheless, even later on, we moved around the house naked, completely freely, touched and kissed each other intimately, and never locked the door when we made love. Svenja always knew exactly when and what we were doing with each other but always respected our privacy and never watched us do it."

"I imagine it's kind of nice, being so open with each other. My parents always hung a red scarf on the bedroom door when they were having sex. My sister and I always knew to stay away from the bedroom and, ideally, to disappear into our rooms and close the door behind us so that we didn't hear our mom's lustful moaning."

"But at least they let you and your sister know that they still love and desire each other. You wouldn't believe how lucky that is! Do they still do that today?"

"Yes, I think so. But of course, they have a lot more freedom these days because Hanne and I no longer live at home. Besides, they're probably more likely to rock their RV these days than their marital bed in Hannover."

Christine burst out laughing at this image and pulled me into her arms. Her relaxed manner had long since dried up my tears, and I let her laughter catch on.

"But weren't you actually trying to tell me why Svenja wouldn't be jealous if she knew about us?"

"Oh yes, excuse me, my darling, if I got a little off topic. It's okay if I call you darling, right?"

"Of course, I love it!"

"Very nice. Sorry: Very nice, my darling! Well, after I felt your hard cock in your pants earlier and got so turned on by you, I felt a pang of guilt at first."

"Oh, is that why you suddenly took off?"

"Yes, exactly! And of course I went to Svenja and cried to her because I was so embarrassed in front of her."

"And how did she react?"

"Completely different than I expected. She laughed at me!"

"She did WHAT?"

"Well, she really did laugh at me and said she thought the way I reacted to your erection was really sweet."

"So she wasn't jealous at all?"

"Not a bit. She even hugged me and congratulated me on finally feeling a man's cock get hard again, and that I absolutely had to take advantage of it."

"What did she mean by that?"

"Just like she said it. She told me point blank that if you couldn't have sex with her, you could have it with me, so that sex would at least stay in the family. She practically demanded that I grab you and have uninhibited sex with you!"

"She really said that!"

"No, actually, she worded it a bit more subtly."

"Yes? How?"

"She told me I should let you fuck my brains out! And then she said she wouldn't rule out taking you back at any time, after I'd really broken you in."

I almost choked at her words, but then quickly recovered. It literally inspired me that maybe one day there might be a happy ending between Svenja and me, even after she found out about Christine and me and had even given us her blessing for the two of us having sex together.

I had to let that feeling sink in for a while. The longer I thought about it, the more another thought came to the forefront. Christine! She had made me a man with such tenderness and passion, given me the orgasm of my life, but in the end, she herself hadn't had a chance. At least, as far as I could tell.

"Well, I didn't really fuck your brains out just now. As quickly as I just came, you didn't get anything out of it."

I suddenly felt downright ashamed of my quick climax and felt really bad about it, even though I could really run naked across the balcony, cheering and screaming with joy. Christine seemed to sense my thoughts and spoke soothingly to me.

"So you really think I didn't get anything out of sleeping with you? You can't even imagine how hot it was for me, a thirty-four-year-old woman, to be the very first one you young Adonis shot your cum into! Do you know how young and desirable I felt the moment I felt your semen squirt against my cervix? No orgasm in the world can top that feeling alone!"

"Okay, but it would have been even better for you in that moment if you had come too, right?"

"But it did, my darling. Just not in my pussy, but in my head. And I swear to you, I'll live off that mental image for the rest of my life, and I'll always be able to recall the look on your face from the moment you came inside me whenever I don't have a man at my disposal and have to do it myself with my dildo."

"I'll definitely jerk off to that memory for the rest of my life," I had to laugh as I imagined Christine with her dildo. "And yet, I would have found it even better if you had come too."

"Now listen to me carefully. You don't have to be uncomfortable at all that you came so quickly. On the contrary, I even planned it that way. All that was important to me at that moment was that your first time should be as intense and beautiful as possible for you."

"Really?"

"Oh, how exhausting do you think it was for me to milk your cock with my pussy muscles all that time? I was planning on making you cum as quickly and intensely as possible because I could hardly wait for you to take me even harder in the second round."

Christine noticed that I wanted to say something else, but she placed her index finger on my lips again, because everything that needed to be said had already been said. While she kept her finger on my lips, she slowly slid her tongue down until I finally felt it on my glans. It felt like a thousand ants were crawling over her as the tip of her tongue snaked around the sensitive frenulum on the underside before Christine slowly took my penis inside her. The short-tailed David from Florence sent his regards once again as she had started soaking my little guy into her mouth, letting him grow to an impressive Goliath that wouldn't fit into her throat anymore within only an instant. She briefly let me escape between her lips to catch my gaze, which had been curiously fixed on her sucking and pumping mouth the whole time.

"So? Ready for the next round?"

"Well, if you ask me like that, and you swear to me that Svenja won't be mad at us for it, anytime!"

"I swear it on my children's lives, and now get behind me!" she demanded, crouching on all fours. "But this time I don't want to sleep with you again!"

"No? But you just said that..."

"No, Patrick, I think you misunderstood me. This time I don't want to make love to you, I want to be properly fucked by you. You can even fuck my brains out if you like!"

To be continued!

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The characters in the story in the order of their appearance:

- Patrick Lehmann - Physiotherapy student

- Dr. Rebecca Morgana - Lecturer in Anatomy, chief physician

- Frauke Hinrichs - Lecturer in massage techniques

- Brenda Vollmer - Physiotherapy student

- Claudia Miller - Physiotherapy student

- Saskia Wagenbauer - Physiotherapy student

- Petra Wendeling - Physiotherapy student

- Susanne Morhardt - Physiotherapy student

- Svenja Petersen - Physiotherapy student

- Maren Radeberger - Physiotherapy student

- Katja Striebenow . Physiotherapy student

- Daniela Meininger - Physiotherapy student

- Nora Weinheimer - Physiotherapy student

- Frederike Denneborg - Physiotherapy student

- Hedwig Gerber - Headmistress of the physiotherapy school

- Nadine Gutermuth - Physiotherapy student

- Leonie Enderle - Physiotherapy student

- Melanie Steinfurth - Physiotherapy student

- Barbara "Babsi" Hiebinger - Physiotherapy student

- Gabi Henkel - Physiotherapy student

- Petra Kelly - Lecturer in "PT Internal"

- Tabea Lauenberger - Physiotherapy student

- Inka Reinheimer - Physiotherapy student

- Angelika Lenz - Physiotherapy student

- Alexander Henninger, Svenja's boyfriend

- Dr. Rita Pistorius, doctor on duty in the surgical outpatient clinic

- Christine Petersen, Svenja's Mother

- Anna and Lisa Petersen, Svenjas four year old twin sisters

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