Chapter 27: Explosive Reunion

Meri

I’m not usually the type for bus rides, but at least it meant the torture of the altitude training camp was over. And one had to hand it to the team, they had chartered a seriously comfortable one. This wasn’t one of those dilapidated Greyhound wrecks I knew from the States. Instead of rows of seats it looked more like a railway dining car – a number of tables with seating for two on either side.

Lydia and I had a table by our own. It wasn’t like the others were excluding us, in fact we had gelled quite well as a team, but with little else to amuse ourselves on the ride to Basel-Mulhouse airport than chatting, our team mates preferred to do so in Dutch.

At some point Femke came over and sat down next to Lydia. By the way she kept her voice down, I could tell she wanted to talk about something that wasn’t meant for the entire team.

“Um, girls,” she started, very nervously. “About that other evening...”

“What about it?” Lydia whispered back.

“Well, it got me all ... you know ... hot and bothered,” Femke stammered, now blushing quite a bit.

“And now you’re wondering if you’re into boys or girls? Welcome to my world,” I said, trying not to giggle too obviously.

“Oh, I know I’m into both,” Femke corrected me. “The trouble is, I’m getting neither. With those sports bras effectively erasing my boobs and with my big legs, people think I’m at best a tomboy. I can’t run around naked to make people realize I’m a girl.”

“Oh, I would know a few places,” Lydia cackled and I swatted her on the arm. Femke was obviously in in a proper conundrum.

“Look, I think we can help you,” I said. “But let’s get this French race out of the way first, okay? If it was for me I’d invite you to our room any time, but there’s enough hype around our team already. And since you’ve saved our asses two days ago you’ve seen yourself how quickly a little moment of carelessness can potentially lead to problems.”

Femke nodded knowingly. “Thanks,” she said and with a relieved smile she went to rejoin the other team mates.

What we hadn’t told her of course was that any involvement with us came as a package deal, with Mark in it, and we couldn’t possibly introduce her to him right now. First, we hadn’t asked Mark about it yet, and second, Femke had seen him during the body painting. Okay, all she knew was that he was ostensibly a friend and part of our management team, but introducing him in a more intimate context at the time was out of the question, as she would have been able to identify him after his identity change by certain ‘bodily attributes’.

So if any introduction of her into our inner circle was ever to happen, it would have to wait until Mark Karrass and Mark McEllway no longer existed.

Mark

We doubled over and laughed. We had been walking along a forest path, naked, despite the fact that we had actually left the territory of the resort. That had caused some confusion for a couple in their thirties, who had come from the opposite direction on their bikes.

With his eyes glued to Regina’s naked body, the guy had veered off the path and had landed face first in the undergrowth. In the distance we could still hear the woman yapping at him for his wayward looks. Of course she conveniently omitted the fact that her own eyes had been just as fixed on me. She merely had managed not to crash into a tree.

Weathered signs warned us of a military exclusion zone, and although the base of the former National People’s Army was now deserted, it explained why just as back then, the area was of no interest to tourists. In fact the two cyclists should end up being the only people we encountered on our excursion outside the confines of the resort.

Once we had crossed the former exclusion zone, we found ourselves on a small secluded beach. It was not exactly tropical paradise quality with a lot of larger pebbles making the sand quite a bit less hospitable than the beach at the resort, but one didn’t need too much fantasy to work out that people didn’t come here to lie on the beach, especially before 1990 when they still had to cross a military zone illegally, just to get here.

Regina was obviously not in the mood to waste much time. She took me by the hand and hurriedly led me to the dunes. The sand was free of pebbles here and we were surrounded by tall grass. She dropped to her knees and went to work on my already semi-erect member. Well, I could scratch ‘semi’ off the list within seconds. My better half had apparently not only taught her the technique, but also the wisdom of taking the edge off before expecting any feats of stamina from me. I was only nineteen after all.

As I had been in the company of a permanently naked bombshell since the evening before, she didn’t have to work long on me. She looked almost disappointed when she gulped down my payload after what couldn’t have been longer than a minute.

“Wow, someone was ready for me,” Regina said with a giggle.

“Honey, when I say that you’ll be the sexiest teacher ever, I’m not trying to suck up to you. I mean it.”

“Keep it up, buster. I could definitely get used to it,” she teased me and pointed at my temporarily flaccid dick. “How long until the gun will be reloaded?”

“Since I’m looking at the greatest pair of tits this side of my better half, I’d say a minute or so.”

“You really are a boobs man, aren’t you,” she giggled.

I just shrugged, completely non-apologetically. And true to my prediction, I was soon ready for action again, a fact that hadn’t gone unnoticed. I found myself on top of her in the sand. Regina would make a fine judo fighter considering how expertly she had dragged me down with her while letting herself fall back onto the ground.

“You’ll have your ass full of sand,” I reminded her with a chuckle.

“I’ll deal with that later,” she urged me. “Now let’s make a memory.”

Since we had much more practice with it by now, I slid into her relatively easily.

Lydia

If all had gone well, Regina was deliriously happy by now. If there was someone who was able to give her sex that she remembered for the rest of his life, it was my lover boy. Knowing that his mobile phone actually worked up there, I was sure I would get a detailed report of the day’s events later at night.

I realized that among all the topless fun and games lately, Mark and I had actually gotten little time alone, and if I had interpreted Meri’s answer to Femke correctly, my lover’s services would be in even more demand in coming times.

I could imagine why some of the more insecure men and women would feel intimidated by her. She was by no means ugly, so much had been obvious on our team photo, but a time trial specialist had muscles, lots of them, and there were enough people who were put off by that.

Despite all her muscles, Femke was actually a beautiful woman, but in one regard she had been right. Her breasts were a little smaller than mine. That wasn’t much of a problem in itself, they were perfectly shaped and firm as Krupp steel. I knew that from first hand experience as I had been the one who had applied the base colors to her body before Mark had added all the sponsor logos.

The trouble started when putting on the sports bra that was integrated into our cycling jerseys. Mine disappeared almost completely in it and Femke looked completely flat. In fact the only one of us, who still had boobs in a sports bra was of course Meri. The tightest packaging in the world couldn’t hide her mahoosive pair of breasts.

It was quite obvious that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her body. She could perhaps switch to a more feminine haircut, but other than that the only deficit my team mate had was the lack of self-esteem.

Well, if there was one man in this universe who could make a woman feel like she’s the greatest gift to god’s earth, he went by the name of Mark.

The things you wonder about, when sitting on a small charter plane from Basel to Groningen...

Mark

It was COLD!

After rewriting Regina’s memory, slowly and luxuriously, for what felt like way over an hour, we were facing the predicted problem that her entire rear side was caked in sand. We could get most of it off, but even a thorough butt groping could not free her of everything.

Which meant we had to go in the water. The last two weeks had been unusually sunny, so there were more people in Prerow than one would expect at this time of year, but that had made little difference to the water temperature of the Baltic sea. It was frigid.

We did a quick dive and wash and then got the hell out of there again. Regina looked down and giggled.

“I bet you haven’t been this small since you were twelve.”

“Look at you,” I teased her back, shivering. “You could sink a ship with those nipples.”

“We should really have brought at least a towel,” she realized.

“Movement should warm us up,” I decreed. “On my signal, march!”

That was how we ended up doing naked jogging through a former military exclusion zone.

Meri

After unpacking my stuff, I passed through the basement door into Lydia’s half of the house, added my laundry to Lydia’s that was already in the washing machine. She had prepared everything and I only had to turn it on.

We needed to get stuff done quickly. Mark would return Regina home the next day and then drive all through the night so he would get at least two days with Lydia before we were off to France and he was off to Berlin to get himself a new face. It was a strange feeling to know that we would see his boyish young look for the last time. Who could know what they would change it to?

When I walked up the stairs to Lydia’s kitchen, I found her sipping a glass of wine and giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Was he that good or did they do something silly?” I asked her as she fetched a second glass.

“We had never talked about specifics, but I now know that Regina and I got knocked up at the same spot. Mark has unwittingly boinked her silly in the same place he was conceived.”