Chapter 38: Role Reversal

Mark

“No wonder everybody knows that kid, man. She’s damn good.”

Jonjo and I were standing on the airport apron and watched how Jenny zipped around the place in her kart, testing his modifications to her chassis and engine. He had slaved away for two full days, installing the aero update kit and completely rebuilding her engine.

“How can you tell?” I asked him.

“I didn’t do that first time, man. There’s a little kid in Pasadena, Matt Bond. His dad is some corporate bigwig. He pays good money for looking after his kid’s machine. And that kid has some serious talent too, man.”

“Let me guess, his dad also bought a Tony kart and a Rotax engine. Just the best for his boy,” I said and chuckled. Jonjo nodded and gave me his customary grin, full of teeth.

“Where’d the lil’ kid learn to speak English like that, man?” he asked.

“She’s basically raised bilingual by her three mothers,” I said, laughing about Jonjo’s confused look.

“Only Regina is her actual mother, but since she’s the girlfriend of Meri, she’s brought up speaking both German and English.”

“And the woman she’s constantly with?” he asked.

“That’s where it gets complex,” I said. “Bea is Lydia’s younger sister. Her girlfriend Rita was also on the ship that sunk last year. Bea and Rita fished Jenny out of the water. The two of them actually saved at least twelve people, but Rita died of hypothermia later that night.”

“Dayum, man!” Jonjo gasped.

“Yep, not a funny story for an evening around the campfire.”

Lydia

We all gave Jonjo a big ol’ hug – especially Jenny – before he and Mark set off for Hamburg. He had come in via Amsterdam, but the timing for a return flight from Hamburg airport had been better. I could tell he had enjoyed his time here, but was now equally happy to get back to his girlfriend Maria, back home in Pasadena. After all, spare time for a student was limited. All the more grateful we were for the fact that he had sacrificed four full days of it and was now spending the best part of New Year’s Eve on a plane.

I almost had to force him to take a financial reward for it.

Since Hamburg was almost the same distance from Emden as Amsterdam, it took Mark seven hours to return home, especially since traffic on New Year’s Eve was quite heavy during daylight hours. That gave us more than enough time to prepare for the evening.

Since Jonjo was now on his way home and Jenny had shown no inclination to stay up for the fireworks, we could finally return to our usual dress code once the little one was in bed. One of the things that made Jenny an exceptionally easy kid to handle was that she slept like stone. Not even the fireworks of the year before had woken her up.

Regina and I were mostly busy preparing the food. As was customary on New Years eve, it were mostly simple, cold dishes like pasta salad, meat balls, potato salad and the likes, basically things you could eat in small quantities but all evening long. That helped a lot with not ending up hogwashly clattered from all the wine and beer.

We were also, like most of the time, the odd women out as unlike Meri, Femke and Bea, we were completely naked. But even with her cycling pants still on, I could see that Femke had undergone another bodily change. Her legs were not as muscular as I remembered them from our time in Prerow.

“What happened to your legs?” I asked her.

“I’ve been working on high-speed strength rather than raw power,” she explained. “Even if it costs me some in the time trials, I need to get better at classic profiles, getting over hills.”

“So it isn’t just about teaching me,” I realized.

“Nope. Winning nearly every time trial is one thing,” she said. “But it doesn’t win me tours and one-day time-trial events are getting fewer and fewer.”

“Maybe individual pursuit is something for you,” I suggested. “It is essentially time-trialling, but on the track. It would also help with the points race. And it becomes Olympic in Atlanta too.”

“Good point,” she conceded.

Mark

It had been a right old slog back to Emden. With so many people visiting relatives or friends on New Year’s eve the Autobahn had been fairly crowded and it was already half past eight when I finally arrived.

Thankfully, with the flight crossing several time zones, Jonjos 14 hour flight from Hamburg would only cost him five hours on the clock, so he would be home in Pasadena in time to be with his family and girlfriend by 8pm, if perhaps heavily jet-lagged.

I walked in to be greeted by my favorite view – boobs, lots of them. The ladies were already sitting round the table, nibbling on various snacks. I gave all of them a kiss and a squeeze, except Bea of course.

“Did I miss much?” I asked as I sat down and was handed a beer by Regina.

“Some naked cooking, but otherwise not much,” Meri said and giggled.

“Oh, I get a lot of that at home,” I said.

“And you’ll get lots of it here,” Regina said. “In a week it’ll just be you and me in here.”

I looked around the table, slightly confused.

“The entire team will go to South Africa this year,” Lydia explained and chuckled. “I hope Regina’s butt will make it through those three weeks.”

“Too much information, girls,” Bea interrupted her. “I’ll be gone in a minute.”

“Why would you leave?” I asked. “The smack talk can wait until tomorrow.”

“Rita’s youngest sister came to visit, so I only came over for a bit anyway.”

“The shy blonde, who went with us to Rita’s grave?”

“Yes,” she answered my question. “And before you ask. I won’t bring her over here. She’d be terrified all evening. Rita and I are the only ones who ever got more than two sentences out of her in a conversation.”

“So it wasn’t just me, last year,” I said and Bea shook her head.

“She was terrified of you, but so too of everyone else but me who was there.”

“Well, give our regards anyway,” I said. “And just for the off-chance she wants to come on the walk tomorrow...”

“I can ask her, but don’t count on her saying yes,” Lydia’s sister said as she stood and put her shirt back on.

“Don’t you at least want to take some food over?” I asked. “Lydia and Regina made more than enough.”

“I already did,” she said and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She said goodnight to everyone and left towards her half of the house.

“Damn, we should have told you,” Lydia said. “You’ve thought the whole year it was you she was scared of?”

Regina

Of course we found an excellent way of making up for the oversight. The traditional party games for New Year’s eve in Germany are molybdomancy or spin the bottle, for younger folk. Since none of us were awfully old or felt like playing with molten lead, we decided on the latter.

The big advantage was that although we had an awfully skewed male-to-female ratio, all women in attendance were fishing on both sides of the river, which meant we could go for more substantial game elements than just kissing or hugging.

And we had tons of fun. Mark was the only one who got less than three orgasms out of it, but that was more down to the fact that men simply couldn’t climax as often as most women in the same time. And as the evening progressed, and the alcohol intake rose, the games became wilder and wilder.

We had taken our game to my music room, because Meri and I had had that one properly soundproofed, so I could practice on my guitar without annoying any neighbors or the residents of other half of the house.

It started with simple games like Lydia and Femke in a sixty-nine, or Meri having to suck off Mark without touching him with her hands, but the action got progressively more substantial and several sex toys made an appearance. That way Femke got to do my rear-end with a strap-on.

It had actually been more of a beer idea, or wine in my case, but when I spun the bottle and it pointed at Mark, I casually mentioned that there were some yet unused strap-ons. Without much thinking, he disappeared into the bathroom for a while, and then got on his hands and knees to let Lydia lube up his rear-end. My eyes went wide, but my request – which had been made in jest – was obviously accepted.

The good thing was that Mark had actually done my rear four times since the first time last year, so I had a good idea how slow I had to go. For added fun I chose one of those double-sided strap-ons, where the inside one disappeared into my pussy before closing the straps.

We had the rapt attention of the whole audience when I slowly started to push into his well-lubed rear. I made a quick mental calculation of where his prostate should be in that position and I adjusted my angle of attack slightly.

I had to do something right as his groans soon started to sound more like pleasure than pain. I had soon found a rhythm that was close to the one he used on me, and Mark seemed to start to enjoy himself quite a bit as he urged me to go harder. Although not part of the game, Femke had dived below him and was gently sucking him off while I pounded his ass in earnest. Suddenly he growled and Femke started to cough when he came like a freight train. I gently withdrew from him while Lydia, Femke and Meri were applauding. Mark, meanwhile, collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily.

“Hot damn, first thing we buy back in Pasadena are a few strap-ons,” he said, still recovering from our tryst.

“Was is that good?” Lydia asked.

“Remember when Meri offered to do me in the ass two years ago? Too bad she never did. I think Miss Nude Teacher here has discovered where the G-spot on a guy is.”

I deposited the used toy with the other previously used ones in a re-sealable waste bag. Washing them had to wait for the next day and I didn’t want my studio to reek like a Romanian bear brothel the next morning.

Of course ‘payback’ for my idea came at the end of our spin the bottle game, when Mark casually mentioned that there was one unused strap-on left. This was how I ended up being double-teamed for the first time in my life with Mark filling my pussy to the brim and and my sweetheart Meri pounding my back-end. I would have liked to tell more about the experience, but I was away with the fairies for most of it.

When we looked at the clock, we saw that it was just twenty minutes to midnight. We had been at it in various combinations for nearly four hours, but damn that had been the most fun I had ever had, even if I was feeling a bit sore after two ass-poundings in just one night.

This year though, everyone remembered to grab a coat, even if we all went commando under them. And it was a good thing too, as Bea had somehow convinced Rita’s sister to watch the fireworks. Me or anyone else staggering out naked, like last year, would probably have scared the daylights out of the poor young thing.

Mark

Something that hadn’t changed in comparison to the year before, was that Regina arrived first to grab a coffee in the morning, and by the look of it, she was looking a bit worse for wear, but still aware of the events of last night. So much became obvious when she gave me a playful pat on the rear.