Chapter 3: Needs Must

I was in heaven. Not physically, of course, as an atheist I didn’t really believe in such things, but I was definitely the happiest I had ever been. I woke up and I realised I wasn’t alone in the bed. Up to now I had slept in Christian’s old room, but for the first time I woke up in Ilka’s bed. We were hugging each other close and I realized my erection was rubbing against a part that she had told me was off-limits for now, until she had gone on the pill.

Of course I knew that had more to do with my full bladder, but I was still reluctant to leave. I felt how her hand went down to shield her womanhood.

“Go, sweetie,” she whispered. “We don’t want yellow stains on the sheets, do we?”

Blushing and embarrassed I crawled out from under the sheets and trundled off towards the bathroom. By the time I was back, bladder emptied and hands washed, my morning wood had gone limp. Ilka was still in bed and she had pushed down the cover to give me a good look at her tits. Well, there my morning wood returned, this time for a different reason...

“Kneel over me,” she said with a smile and I did so. “A little further up. Put it between my breasts.”

I waddled forward on my knees until my erection came to rest in the valley between her gorgeous tits. She slowly pushed them together to trap my erection.

“Fuck your favourite tits,” she said with a lewd smile. I was slightly taken aback by her vulgarity, but the downstairs department had other ideas and I started to move my hips back and forth.

Of course I hadn’t changed much overnight and it had been a full eight hours since she had last blown me, so I came relatively quickly, making a complete mess of her.

She giggled when I looked somewhat appalled that I had nutted all over her face and that some of it was even in her hair. She smiled at me though.

“Goodness me, nothing wrong with the factory, director,” she said and fondled my ball sack, making me yelp in surprise at the unexpected touch. “Wait here for me, I’m going to get cleaned up.”

Holding her hand below her chin, she climbed out of bed and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower running.

It was raining outside, for the first time in perhaps two or three weeks, so for the first time in many days it was actually quite cool outside and we had all the windows open. Many hot days had left our flat still more than cosily warm and we were not wearing anything.

“Why are you moping?” she asked me after we had had breakfast with relatively little being said.

“It’s embarrassing...” I muttered.

“You want it again?” she asked with a smile.

I blushed an alarming shade of crimson, but not wanting to lie to her, I nodded.

She put her hand on mine and caressed the back of it with her thumb.

“That’s quite normal,” she said with her her beautiful smile. “When you’ve done it the first time ... well not on your own ... you feel like you can’t get enough of it. I’ve not always been thirty, you know?”

“And what did you do about it?” I asked her.

She shrugged. “We did it as often as we got away with, and if Manny wasn’t available, I helped myself.”

“Christian’s dad was your first boyfriend?” I asked and I saw the mirth disappear from her face.

“Yes, you’re only the second boyfriend I’ve ever had,” she told me with a shaky voice.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to open old wounds,” I said and for once my horniness went away in an instance.

“It’s okay,” she said, her eyes getting moist with tears. “Nobody ever mentions Manny and Chris. They all do as if they never existed for fear of upsetting me.”

I walked around the table and hugged her tightly. She put her head on my shoulder and cried. It was testament to the seriousness of the situation that I didn’t get hard at all. I just wanted to hold her.

I ended up holding her for quite some time. She must have bottled it up for quite some time. Eventually her tears dried and she looked at me with nothing but but unbridled love in her eyes.

“Thank you, Mario. That was the first time I could ever cry for them without feeling guilty about it.”

“You can always cry on my shoulder,” I said and even to me it sounded as if I was trying to be more grown-up than I was. But I meant it.

She gave me a teary smile and a really long kiss before she disappeared into the bathroom, no doubt to redo her make-up. She had already prepared for her visit to the gynaecologist, but due to the long crying her face was all messed up. Why she thought she needed make-up in the first place eluded my understanding though.

I had just come home after kicking a few balls with the guys down at the football club. Training was Tuesdays to Thursdays, but we often met to practice without the coach anyway. We were runaway favourites for making the second-tier U17 Bundesliga for a reason and we all hoped to be spotted by a scout from one of the big clubs one day.

Despite the cooler temperatures outside, our little flat was still very hot. Even having all windows open had not gotten all the heat out of it. I stripped naked, put the clothes in my room and went to take a shower. Like the day before I started with lukewarm water and then turned it colder gradually until I finally felt it was actually refreshing me.

I turned the water off and dried myself again. Coming out into the living room I felt something slide across my face and suddenly everything was dark.

“You wanted to play naked blind man’s buff,” I heard Ilka’s voice. She giggled. I felt around to check if she was really naked and indeed she was.

I lost orientation as she started to spin me around. I staggered a bit at first, but then I waved my arms around to check my surroundings. I ran into furniture a few times, but eventually my hand landed on something soft. A quick squeeze told me I had grabbed one of her breasts and I gently kneaded it in triumph.

“Leave the blindfold on, come!” she told me and grabbed me by the hand. I willingly followed her guidance.

From what I could tell, we were sitting on our bed. Our bed – that still took some getting used to. Until forty eight hours ago I had still slept in a different one, fantasizing about Ilka instead of actually holding her in my arms.

She took my hand and I gasped slightly when I realized she guided it to touch her bare pussy. I realized, she wasn’t sitting on the bed like I. She was lying on her back.

“Lick it, honey,” she told me and after clumsily finding my way in my blindfolded state, I gently ran my tongue along the length of her womanhood.

“Okay a little more pressure,” she instructed me and I obeyed more than willingly. The taste was unusual but I realized it was very much intoxicating. I was hard – really hard. As I put a bit more force into my caress her tightly closed lips parted and I licked across the delicate flesh inside.

“Notice something?” she asked, audibly breathing hard.

“Your clitoris,” I regurgitated my knowledge from biology lessons as if I was taking a test.

“And they told you what it does, right?” Ilka asked breathlessly.

“It’s like the tip of my...”

“Exactly,” she accepted my incomplete answer.

I tried to capture it with my lips, but it was a little too small – Ilka wasn’t exactly a big girl to begin with, so I tried what she had done with my manhood the night before. I twirled my tongue around it.

That set off the fireworks. Since I was still blindfolded I could of course not see her reaction, but my ears were working just fine and she was moaning a lot. Spurred on by her ever louder moans of pleasure I picked up the pace and after a few minutes she grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face into her pussy as she came very noisily.