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