We were invited to a Party in Winzeln, little suburb of great Pirmasens in the southwest of Germany near the French border, pool party they said. As always, we got ready at the Priewes with five or six Leberwurst sandwiches and sour pickles. Jens Priewe was my best friend since I was six. Priewes had the best Leberwurst in town, directly from the butcher and it was impossible to stop eating once you got started. Elke drove us up and we got out 2 streets away, completely embarrassing that the mother gave us a ride especially in this little shit car, the smallest Citroen out there. The worst of all, pick up time same place, 10.15 pm. Ok, we squeezed out of the car, shook ourselves, taken on a cool posture, looked left and right to make sure no one saw us and shambled towards the party. Edwin Jeans, K Swiss for me, Nikes for Jens, green Boss sweater with a big ass logo on the back, jeans jacket and bam, that’s it! We arrived, headed directly to our babes, Uta and Valnsch and then stood around looked a little provocatively at everyone, hands in the pocket and said nothing. A real pool party it was, one after the other got thrown in the pool, more or less everyone at the party, except me and Jens because we had a very mean look and because Jens was second German Judo champion under 16. Uta fell in as well and I think she actually wanted it, maybe she actually jumped in herself as no one would have dared, she was my girlfriend and I was Jenses friend. Come on Nick, don’t be a pussy, jump! She screamed around. I thought: Oh no, that´s just not cool, and stop screaming around that I am a pussy you stupid bitch and I got a little stressed out. Uta gets out of the pool, wet from top to bottom, nothing underneath and her large breasts shining through the T shirt like the moon, smiling at me. I had never seen them so real, I had always assumed that they look as amazing as they did, but I didn’t know for sure.
These graceful bulges under the shirt, the smooth up and down and little left and right while she was walking and of course I had never touched them. They were incredibly beautiful and I almost got a little scared. She was dripping and she comes towards me, takes my hand and whispers in my ear: Come on, Nick! Oh my god, where? She takes me, through the living room, the dining room towards the stairs that lead upstairs, through the corridor directly into the parent`s bedroom and then she even locks the door, from the inside. Before the panic settled in, I briefly thought for a moment, how on earth can she be so familiar with the premises, she must have been here before. I am standing there, dry, stiff, motionless and I didn`t dare to breath. It happened as it had to…. , she undresses herself, slowly takes she off her wet shirt, stretches her arms into the air, bends her back, sticks out her breasts as much as she can so that they look like smooth little hills. I almost faint, that’s how big they are and there she stands just wearing her bra. I need a little help, Nick, she says. With what exactly? I ask. Never have I come so close to a bra, that someone was actually wearing. The closest was the bikini of my mother at the beach in the South of France when I was six but I didn`t have to open it. Ok…. I tried for five minutes, had a bloody finger. After an eternity she then said, its ok, and took it off herself, elegantly and graciously. Get undressed, Nick! She then ordered with a strong and authoritarian tone and a completely different voice that made me shiver. Oh my God! Oh my good lord, what can I do now? I was wearing my Edwin Jeans, a boxer shorts, underneath the boxer shorts striped men’s panties and thereunder wrapped kitchenroll as filling and almost no hair on my balls. Oh my god, ok…. you have to stay cool now, everything is on the line. I found my bearings, I found my coolest look, it helped that I had practiced it a thousand times in front of the mirror. Looked at her, so beautiful, shirtless, naked upper body, naked tits, wet jeans and with this look on her face and how she screened me from top to bottom, so incredibly gracious and so incredibly terrifying. Hey Uta, I said, no offence baby, but I really don´t have time for this right now, need to go to another party, am already late, they are really waiting for me. Ciau, see you Monday at school. Turned around, headed out, pulled Jens out of the garden onto the street, to the next next corner. 9.50 pm, shit, another 25 minutes before Elke arrives. I just hope no one sees us here!
PS: The thing with the double underwear was a trick, boxer shorts were cool a mandatory utility, the little striped tight panties underneath gave one a feeling of volume that actually wasn’t fully there and was also a protection against exposing the missing pubic hair as puberty had just yet started.
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