Chapter 3: Return to the Island of Krk

Present--The day after arriving back from Ibiza

That day after returning from Ibiza, Armin finally got some sleep. After being ridden by Brigitte early in the morning, he stayed in bed. When he finally got up and opened the fridge, he realized that he would have to go shopping, and as always, he started making a list. However, this time he did not know how much he should buy because he had not yet decided when he was going to Krk or not. There was no point in him buying food if he was going to be gone for 2 weeks. He should have checked with the agency first to see when his apartment would be available. But he was in no mood to talk or write messages until he had neither eaten nor drunk coffee. He decided to go down to the café as was his custom. With a coffee and a doughnut in his stomach, he sent an inquiry to the booking agency.

Soon he received the answer, “According to the agreement, apartment number 1 is on a waiver from being rented for 15 days starting tomorrow.”

This meant he should plan the trip as soon as possible. When he goes to Krk in the winter, he goes by car because there aren’t many flights, but in the summer, it doesn’t even cross his mind to drive all day when he can get there by plane in just over an hour. He doesn’t need the car there anyway, because his Yamaha bike is waiting for him in the garage.

He didn’t waste any time and immediately opened SkyScanner looking for flights. He booked one for the next day and called the neighbors who took care of the house and the rented apartments, maintained and cleaned them and welcomed guests. Of course, this was not done free of charge; Armin paid them handsomely.

He just arrived back from one trip; he hadn’t even unpacked his bags yet, and he was already on his way to another location.

He slowly washed and dried his clothes, packed them, then called Brigitte.

“Hey, can we see each other tonight?”

“Well, no. I’m working late today; that’s why we met in the morning if you remember.”

“I do remember a little something, haha. I already have a flight to Croatia tomorrow, so I thought we’d see each other.”

“Um. It’s problematic. I’m working late today. I’ll probably be screwed with the workload and have to stay late, but I’m free tomorrow so I can drop you off at the airport.”

“The long hours must be tough for you ... I do appreciate you offering to take me to the airport. Thanks. I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

Now, all he had to do was make sure that someone would be waiting for him at the airport in Krk. As in most cases, he decided to call Ivan.

“Hey, I’ll arrive at 3 p.m. tomorrow. Would you pick me up at the airport?”

“Hey, you! Long time no see. So you’re finally coming here. I was already beginning to think that you had forgotten about us. Ok, either Miranda or I will pick you up. You don’t have to worry,” Ivan answered, picking up the phone after the first ring.

“Great! I’ll see you. Thanks.” Armin was pleased he was able to arrange everything so quickly.

He didn’t go anywhere that day. He spent the evening with Netflix and exchanging texts with Marie and Brigitte. There was no need to get up early in the morning, so he slept as much as he could.

His things were ready, and he was only waiting for Brigitte. He was hoping she would come early so they could do at least one round of sex.

They were supposed to leave for the airport at noon at the latest, and at half past eleven she still wasn’t there. She replied only after the third message that she was coming and would be arriving a few minutes before noon.

“So where are you this morning? I thought ... we could’ve...”

Brigitte interrupted him, “We will reach the airport on time if you hurry.”

She took off her panties and urged Armin, “What are you waiting for? Take it out and sit down!”

While Armin lowered his shorts and boxers and sat on the chair, Brigitte licked her fingers and ran them over her pussy, and then sat on top of him. He held his cock upright with his hand, and she slowly sat on him. When he entered, she immediately started thrusting up and down while he grabbed her ass with his hands. All this lasted for two or three minutes, and then Brigitte, as always, fingered her clitoris and rubbed it. In less than five minutes, she came and stood up from his cock, immediately starting to jerk him off. This time she didn’t have time to do it for long because Armin soon released several streams of sperm on the tiles as soon as she got off him.

She took out wet wipes from her bag, wiped her pussy, and put on her panties again. Armin just threw a kitchen towel on the floor and wiped the sperm with his foot, put on his boxers and shorts, and they were ready to go. “Well, that was ‘express sex’, if anything,” Armin thought.

Present--On the Island of Krk

After landing on Krk, he rushed out of the airport building. He looked up at the sky and took a deep breath.

“Sweet home, Alabama,” he murmured quietly and then heard a familiar voice.

“Which ugly snout came home?” teased Ivan. The two friends hugged each other.

They hurried because Ivan had to go back to work. They were in front of Armin’s house in ten minutes.

“Then we’ll see you tonight. Tell everyone that you’ve arrived so that we can finally meet all together,” Ivan reminded Armin.

“Nice. Thank you. See you later.”

He didn’t need to tell anyone anything. As soon as he posted his status on Facebook, everyone saw he had arrived. It was spontaneously agreed that they would meet tonight at a well-known place, the Trio Café, that had been their favorite haunt for most of their lives.

First, he went to the neighbor. Of course, he couldn’t just pick up the key and leave. After all, these were the people he had seen every day throughout his life before he relocated to Frankfurt. He sat down with them and talked before finally going to his house.

An old memory entered his mind. The smell of cooking filled the air, and from the kitchen his mother, Radmila, joyfully shouted at the top of her voice, “Josip, Josip, Armin has arrived.” Josip left his tools, turned towards him, and gave him a half-armed man hug, patting him on the back.

A tear rolled down his cheeks. He took out their picture from the locked closet, safe from the perusal of guests renting the apartment, and put it in the living room.

He left his bag in the hallway, locked the door, and went to the garage. He started up the Yamaha and drove to the cemetery.

Later that evening, the whole company gathered at the café. The last time Armin was home was during the Christmas holidays, 8 months ago. Everyone was looking forward to seeing him. Their circle of friends was mixed. They had grown up together in the same part of town and were all about the same age. As in most cases, their group began to form when going to high school and later solidified. At that age, most peer groups were either all boys or exclusively girls. But not theirs. Theirs was a mixed group, always had been. Although there were more boys than girls, everyone had always been together: Ivan and Miranda, Buco, Rale, Mihaela, Toki, and Nancy were there. The only one missing was Biki, who could not come.

Of course, everyone was in good spirits, in full force after a long time. There were rounds of drinks, and Armin had to answer hundreds of questions about how he was doing in Germany.

After that, the all too well-known recollections of “old times” began with everyone remembering a different story.

“Do you remember when...”

“No, but recall when Mihaela...”

And one after another, they had all recalled their fondest memories.

Midnight soon came when Ivan said, “Guys and gals, it is the summer season. For some, it is the time to rest, and for others, it means a lot of work. We’re leaving now, and we’ll see you tomorrow.”

Ivan and Miranda left, and soon everyone else got up, except for Armin and Nancy.

“You can stay, you lucky bastard. You are on holiday after all. Nancy, will you take care of him?” Buco asked and nodded to Nancy.

“Yeah, sure. Who else but me?”

Nancy and Armin remained seated in the booth. The two had a turbulent past. They led a sort of ‘cat-and-dog” life. When they were apart, they sought each other out. But when they were together, they were always quarreling. Even when they were children, sparks were always flying between them; there was always mutual teasing, but they were more often together than not. When they both became high school students and when this circle of friends was formed, the two of them were together most of the time, but they were also the ones who argued the most. It was obvious that there was some kind of chemistry between them. Armin was a year older, and already into his second year of studies when Nancy became a high school student.

It was then that she calmed down and became a little more serious.

They hung out more and more often, which led to them losing their virginity to each other, which led to their relationship. However, the romance lasted only a few months. And even in those few months, they spent more time arguing and sulking at each other than truly enjoying the relationship. Besides getting on each other’s nerves, they got on the nerves of other friends the most. Their friends who witnessed all their bickering and fighting were relieved when they broke up and were getting along better than they were when they were in a relationship.

Two years later, when Armin was a high school senior and Nancy was in third grade, they became more serious about each other. They argued less, and being a bit older, they decided to become boyfriend and girlfriend again. This time the relationship lasted a year. Much the same as before, they both realized that they really couldn’t be together. They broke up again, this time without any arguments or bad blood. Their relationship was torture to themselves and everyone else around them. They concluded that it was better to remain just friends. It was a wise decision considering that they would continue to see each other frequently because they were in the same company; they simply had to be friends. And indeed, after the breakup, they truly became friends.

Nancy had always been skinny and was still so. When she was young, everyone made fun of her because she was flat-chested and had no “padding” on her whatsoever. She always hoped to gain a few pounds and acquire some curves, but instead, she only grew in height and stopped at 5’9”. She had a slight complex when other girls’ breasts started to grow, but hers didn’t. She used to put various inserts under her bra to make it look like she had breasts, but over time she decided to turn that to her advantage. Namely, she didn’t wear a bra at all and openly let it be known that she had little breasts, which looked very sexy on her skinny, model-like body because her nipples would be very prominent in a tight T-shirt. Soon the complexes disappeared. Nancy had perfect legs, and over time, she got a bit of a bum, so one could honestly say that she was attractive. She usually tied her hair in a ponytail and always dressed to emphasize her legs and slender figure.

When everyone left and the two of them were alone, Armin came closer to her and hugged her.

She immediately moved away. “Hey, I said I have a boyfriend now. Calm down.”

Armin pretended to be silly. “I forgot, fuck.”

“Sure, you forgot,” Nancy huffed indignantly.

They finished their drinks. Armin settled the bill, and the two stayed to talk a little longer. The two of them had a lot to talk about.

“Let’s go! I’ll drop you home because those 500 meters are a very long way,” exaggerated Nancy after a while.

“It’s a lot more, and you know, hah,” he replied and stood up.

They left the café, and he inquired, “So where is your car?”

“Well, here it is,” she answered and clicked the unlock button, and the white BMW chirped twice, signaling that it was unlocked.

“Wow, quite new, I see.”

“It’s already two years old, but you know what my old man is like--he polishes it every day. It wasn’t until recently that he finally took off those nylons from the seat.”

They got into the car and headed towards his house.

“And you know that I still miss all this, this place, the café, the guys, our fooling around...”

“Of course you miss it. You spent your whole life there.”

At the intersection, Nancy gave her right turn signal and stopped to let the vehicle pass.

“Stop, wait!” Armin cried out.

“What happened?”

“I would like to go to Kalice just for a minute. (An unpaved road led to a place in the forest, from which you can see the whole city, and it was popular because couples went there to have sex or socialize, and guys went there to smoke weed or drink booze; in jargon, it was called “fuckdrome”.) You know, just to sit down ... Relive those times. Feel it all again. Are you in a hurry?” Armin asked, full of emotion.