your foot slides up on my leg. It feels itchy, she smiles more like a playful game cat from a sixties movie. With or without a red collar, no matter Her foot moved to my knee, Anja fumbles around in her hair while they considered to face standby, as I now can be persuaded not to want to Sven.
"It's not bad," she says suddenly, "when the times considered ...".
Martha's foot is on my knee as we both like tied up and mouth open to look her over.
"Eh?"
"Yes, so if I get the bike and Mars is not there ..."
"Ääähh?
Martha does me, Anja wants to kick me and also noticed Martha's leg, which immediately flinches
.
"EY! What can I do if he does not strapped? "Boxing Anja on it.
I lean back and do not know if I should be grateful for the brief distraction, or prefer to use the mini window of time in order to obtain clarity about what I will do for now.
Svenja, Martha.
If you have a dolphin in garden's pool, why should anyone have to fish on the roof? Why do I want to chase ever? Men are so primitive Vin Diesel after a nuclear accident. I imagine how I transform myself having sex with Martha in Hulk, very shortly before orgasm, and thus the bed collapses.
"Urgh!"
"Urgh? All right with you, boy? "
" ever had the idea of using a cartoon character to have sex? "
" Yes, with Wolverine. You know that, man, "pflaumt me to Anja and begins to rave about," rrrrr, Hugh Jackman. Yum Yum Yum. "
" Hugh Jackman? No, no. Gambit much prefer if we are talking about the Xmen. Then I would be Rogue. Could show me some nice card tricks. Yes, yes. "
I cut down on the table. "So, ladies: Anja today is pick up the bike and what we make two pretty ones that we see."
Both me sparkle like sugar elves.
"Well, and if I get the bike and you with your" we see "Be ready, then you can what We all cook and so on. "
" Cooking! Yes! I'll make the best dumplings in the world! ", Shouts Martha, she slaps in the hand so as I am presenting the fact in an old Polish mother, who baked a cake for joy at their own craft claps enthusiastically in their hands vollgemehlten. But Martha is not a millimeter-old Polish mother. It slips down the towel, it unfortunately stops just before the nipples and pulls it back up. I look stunned and excited at.
"The best what?" Attacks against Anja happy-between.
"pirogues. Potato dumplings with filling. "
" Geil. Or? Torben?
"Uh? Horny? Yes .... Guilty. "
" Huh? "
" Yes, we do it then. "
I remember a phrase from my father when he views the work came home, I was one of my rare visits home and sat with my mother in the kitchen, we talked about women of my age.
"eating, fucking, sleeping. Thus, a student life, I would like to have some time, lazy sack. "
time I've not yet taken as seriously, he strikes out so often these pods. A friend of mine had a dog and she always tied to a red scarf. As we went along with dog on a weekend with my parents, was his first Comment "Why is the animal a scarf? Is a gay cowboy, or what? "And
guck us now. All day: drinking, partying, eating, Labern. A single pinkneonfarbenes Sodom and Gomorrah, only that we are not a revenge angel with a flaming sword, but with at best a screen in front of Darth Vader and light saber, and the only punishment are longer and longer commercial breaks, and our general supersaturated inertia.
inertia?
"Yes, come Anja pull, then you and make yourself useful!"
"Watch me, the Pasha ...". She realizes that to hear but I do not stare at Martha and I wonder what can I do, so they again claps his hands and even her towel slipped once.
fight all of my ideas of inertia, I begin to stride out with my fingers on the table, "All the little kitten fly to sing ...." what Martha immediately with a fervent" Tüüüüf "einsteigt.
I tripple elaborate on the table. tears "All sugar fliegöööööön elves with towels ..." and Martha up his arms and laughs out loud "HOOOOCH" and at this very moment it slipped off the towel, down to the belly. Martha is married or red Anja can wonder at the spectacle, they notice my dirty grin winner, to the press, I'm not able.
"I must go. I have to GET AWAY, "Anja mumbles, shaking her head as she gets up and leaves the kitchen.
your departure I did not acknowledge.
but I've just only have eyes for Martha and point to her towel. "You carry the still, or can the way?" She growls benevolent. We decide
short hand, seek out the shower together.
tense march like a ring rope we straight across, I'll throw the door slams shut loudly and hastily, before me the very pressing and pushing her tongue into my throat. I
am shortly before the explosion, my fingers are at full power, my penis out beats like a transport timber swings out, I pull her down the towel. The shower we can not reach.
For an hour we romp around on the floor, we continually fall over each other, jockeying to bite, we kiss, give us all over again like two hungry wolves who come together after months in a deserted forest.
"If you only half as good cook ..."
"wait and see, lad."
One hour later we leave halfway showered and slightly exhausted the battlefield to us in the kitchen to enjoy a kind of food for the journey. My father
is a wise man "fucking and eating"
Radical and as if we were not just slipped out of a virgin acquaintance overnight in a Fickaffäre, we intimately and couples by way of purchase disgusting grin. Martha gives me a small digression into the Polish cuisine. In all sorts of foods we stop, she says, what you could do with it and in which great, have not surpassed their relative variations of it already conjured up a feast. It occurs about the dangerous threshold, says several times that I should try it, that I may one day come along and that I must polish their relationship to their Binge drinking and singing certainly would like. I was even more open than the typical German. I do not like this Vorausplanunungsschwellen about which one enters after a beautiful day to second as quickly, a fatal vein that I myself also own and over again and wonder if she subconsciously happened only in order the whole beautiful moment, a monumental foundation pour. Rather than simply to enjoy one thing, some people do verprunken gild everything.
Martha grabs my hand as we stand at the refrigerated section and pick the meat for the filling. And I do not hear any alarm bells. It does not bother me. I look around, I try to go to me and to listen, if my heart beat sounds like a disease. But there is nothing.
here just fall in love with two people? Or is that really the spectacle that is part of a successful affair of two class clowns, top dogs, verbal peacocks that?
On the way home, the sun shines, I wear the bag, Martha seems to wear my worries and thoughts, I feel that is something I rarely feel. The warmth of the sun on my nose, the wind in your hair, the little things that you always hear or feel when broods. They speak against fellow students, I have to laugh again and again while I think of summer on the fur. Straight We are a fortress. Outside the front door, I ask myself again if the fortress is only made of styrofoam as the fortifications, they tinker for movies like Star Wars or Lord he rings. Whether this is a gift, as the small packet that hang as a decoration on the Christmas tree of my parents and I was disappointed as a child when I could not hold back and unpacked.
I should unpack this package, should I let the moment on the nose appear. Brrr. I feel cheesy and attack Martha in the butt. We close on the shopping bag in the hallway shoving and disappear in the bathroom until it eventually knocks on the door.
We are on the ground, our hair rumpled. She stands up first, pulls her T-shirt on and scurries through the door to the outside.
through the wood I hear it whisper.
"Oh great, you did not cook? Have you been there until now there? "
Anja What happened?
shit. Maybe she really has trouble with Mars? And we do around here all the time, regardless?
I prefer my stuff quickly, go through my hair and come out even.
"Torbeeeeeen! Marrrrtthaaa! I Hungeeeeeeer "
Martha nods eagerly grabs the shopping and runs into the kitchen, from which she roars
" Weitzel Captain on the bridge, it I'm set. "
" Come away, "I'll call afterward.
Anja stands before me.
I grasp her shoulder.
"Anja, honey. Is everything all right? "
" Obviously, with me already. "
" Really? If it is because of what Mars, you can tell me. "
I nod to the kitchen door.
"This can also wait for everything."
Anja sighed in a mixture of relief and amusement.
"Did you really think I have stress with Mars? No. I miss him just a bit. "
" real ... I am ... glad that this is so. "
" But you, Torben "
" Yes? "
"Guess who I met just now learned ..."
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