Chapter 5: New Year’s Eve competitions

Despite the fact that it was late autumn now, Ilka still went naked most of the time, just to please me. However, being thirty-two, she was very concerned about her breasts. Not that there was anything wrong with them, but she wanted to make sure it stayed that way. That was why she had bought a couple of strange bras. They looked like normal bras, mostly, if it weren’t for the fact that the cups of them were incomplete to say the least. It were basically just the undersides. That way her breasts were supported, but not hidden. Someone had made an absolutely fantastic invention there.

Today was Saturday, so no school for me and no work for her, and we were enjoying our breakfast. Like most of the time, I had made it. It had become our routine that I prepared breakfast, usually while Ilka did her fitness routine, she would cook for lunch and I prepared dinner again. During the week she got up at six in the morning, just so she could fit a naked fitness program and breakfast in before I had to leave for school.

School, well, that was an interesting matter. I didn’t know why, but suddenly the girls were very interested in me. Jogi’s theory was that being with Ilka had given me visibly more self-esteem and the girls seemed to pick up on it. Since he and I were the only ones who could make it through one of Mrs. Freidank’s biology lessons without giggling like idiots, the girls had been quite interested in us for a year or so, but lately I could hardly count the number of invitations to a party here, going to a club there, and even some rather bold advances were girls just bluntly offered themselves for sex.

Maybe it was my inexperience, but I had always thought it was the boy’s job to ask the girls, not the other way round. Needless to say they all went away unsatisfied. I was spoken for.

Another big change had happened the weeks before. Two of the incomplete houses in the new neighbourhood had been announced to be auctioned off in the first week of November. Ilka’s boss had sold her the hairdresser’s shop a bit earlier than planned, so my lovely girlfriend was now officially her own boss. Not exactly, really. Mrs Heinzel would still be calling the shots for another three months before sailing off into her well-deserved retirement, but legally Ilka was now the owner. Oh and all of her savings were gone after the purchase.

That didn’t seem to bother the bank though. They had been all too happy to hand out an obscene wad of money as a loan with the salon as a security for the case she couldn’t repay it. Two weeks later we bought one of the houses at the auction, although, frankly, most of the money had probably been for the estate on which it stood, because the ‘house’ was basically just a shell that wasn’t even a metre in height yet. We wouldn’t move in there anytime soon.

As always, I could rely on my best friend Jogi. Despite the big loan Ilka and I weren’t exactly millionaires. Most of the money had gone on purchasing the land, so we tried to do as much by ourselves as we could. Of course we weren’t construction workers, but we could save on cost for helpers by schlepping the bricks and cement sacks ourselves. I didn’t even need to ask Jogi. He just tagged along and we got to work every day, as soon as school was out. It was a good thing that winter had been a no-show so far, so construction work could continue way into December.

I woke up feeling every muscle in my body, even in places where I hadn’t suspected to have any muscles in the first place. The first thing I saw when I woke up from a deep dreamless sleep was a pair of exquisitely beautiful and gloriously naked breasts. Ilka was hovering over me, looking concerned.

“Thank god, finally,” she said. “I thought I’d have to call an ambulance. I’ve tried to wake you up for the best part of ten minutes now.”

“What a way to wake up though,” I said, but Ilka wasn’t laughing at all.

“Mario, you have overdone it, you and Jogi. His mother called me, he’s completely done for as well.”

“The quicker we get the house done, the sooner we can move out of here,” I said, groaning when an attempt at moving gave me another stab of pain.

“I understand that,” she argued. “But not at the cost of you running yourself ragged for three weeks. Look at you, you can hardly move, and just for your information, you have gone from doing me three times a day to not doing me in three days.”

“I thought I was the fourteen year old here,” I joked lamely.

“You opened the flood gates, you deal with the water, buster,” Ilka said. “For your information, both you and Jogi caught a cold when riding your bikes. Remember that story for school tomorrow.”

“Yes ma’am!” I replied.

“Now shut up and enjoy your reward for all the hard work you’ve done,” Ilka said and I felt her lips close around my manhood. That triggered an emergency rush of blood to the lower half of my body and I was hard in an instant.

She did have to work a little harder than usual. Ilka was so good at blowjobs, she could normally make me spill it within two to three minutes, but this time I held out much longer than that, and I loved every second of it.

“Damn, that was beautiful!” I said when Ilka had washed down my payload. She just smiled at me. “Too bad Jogi will probably not be rewarded like that. I feel like going back to the construction site right away.”

“The hell you will,” she said and picked up my now flaccid manhood between her thumb and index finger. “I want that thing in my bum tonight, so you will remain right here and relax, got it?”

“Glad to follow your orders ma’am,” I replied.

“And as for Jogi’s reward. I’m being told Doreen mysteriously caught a cold as well.”

I tried to laugh, but it hurt.

Not prone to making empty promises, Ilka put ‘that thing’ in her cute arse that night, and since I was still hurting, all I had to do was lying on my back watching her tits bounce as she rode me. Every day was a school day. Now I knew that cowgirl style worked for anal sex as well.

Alas, the next day was a Tuesday and that meant I had to go to football practice.

“Dude, was that Ilka’s idea?” Jogi asked me as we met on the way to the training pitch.

“What do you mean?” I asked him.

“Well, Doreen came to my room last night and took my cock in her mouth!”

“Wait, she had never blown you before?” I asked him with an astonished look.

“Counter-question. Ilka has?” he asked back.

“Try once a day,” I said. “But you didn’t hear that from me, got me?”

“You’re one lucky sod,” he replied. “It felt like I had gone straight to heaven.”

“You should return the favour,” I said. “Lick her pussy. There’s a little hard nub at the top. You’ll send her into space.”

“Drop it,” Jogi said. “I don’t want to show up in the changing room with a boner.”

“What the fuck happened to you two?” the coach asked as the team was warming up.

“What do you mean coach?” Jogi asked.

“Look at your legs and arms? Have you been to that new gym what opened in October, pushing weights?”

“Um ... no coach,” I explained. “We’ve bought a house in the new hood out towards Meuro. And Jogi and I have been helping with bricks ‘n cement and stuff.”

“So your mysterious ‘cold’ was more like a case of acute muscle ache, wasn’t it?” he asked us, his fists resting on his hips.

We both nodded. The coach waved us to follow him. He walked away from the rest of the team.

“Look boys, it’s a nice thing you helped out. Most of your team mates wouldn’t have lifted a finger, but you can’t really mess yourself up like that. For Mario it could perhaps work out, but you, Jogi, every bit of muscle you put on makes you slower and makes you use more energy. You’re a winger, you need to be fast, not powerful.”

“Well, at least I need to help out. Il ... I mean my girlfriend and I can’t really afford to hire guys just to carry cement and bricks.”

The coach smiled at me. “Lad, every one around here knows that you and Ilka have it bad for each other, so at least with me you don’t need to pretend. You could actually use those additional muscles for your long-range shots, but we must find a good balance. Your shots are useless if you become too slow to actually intercept the ball.”

We began to practice exactly those long-range shots. Both Jogi and I were still suffering from muscle aches, so the coach had sent the rest of the team doing laps around the pitch while making Jogi feed me passes to whack into the goal from a distance.

It had almost become an unusual sight to see Ilka being fully clothed, but the occasion required it. She had invited Jogi’s family and Jogi’s girlfriend Doreen for the Christmas feast on December 25th. If we didn’t want to look like Americans afterwards, we could certainly use some help eating the massive goose she and Jogi’s mom had prepared.

Ilka and I were modest people, we didn’t normally treat ourselves to much, unless you counted wild and frequent sex. But Ilka had gone the full mile for Christmas and I enjoyed the best meal I had had in my entire life. Ilka gently rubbed my leg under the table when she noticed I was getting a bit emotional over it. That saved me from starting to weep.

“I have to say, this was the best goose I’ve ever had for Christmas,” Jogi’s dad said. He, Jogi and I had devoured the rest of the bird after the ladies had had their fill.

“Thank you,” Ilka and Jogis mom said in unison.

“And good to see you back in such good spirits, Ilka,” he said. “It’s been a few years.”

“Being in love does that to you,” Ilka said with a smile and my eyes went wide. It looked like she was going to give away our secret.

“Blimey, who’s the lucky sod?” Jogi’s dad asked, getting as slap on the arm from his wife for the blunt question.

Ilka grabbed my shoulders and dragged me, still on my chair, next to her. She possessively put her arm around me and we started kissing. I could hear Jogi chuckling in the background.

“I knew it,” Doreen said happily.

Jogi’s parents were still staring at us, but then they started to smile.

“What did you know?” Jogi’s dad asked his son’s girlfriend.

“Well, Jogi and Mario are a bit more grown-up than the rest of their class, so they’re pretty hot property among the girls. But nearly every girl knows by now you’ll get a fat ‘no’ if you ask Mario out. Some even speculated he might be into boys, but I had suspected he and Ilka were together. I mean, she flashed her boobs at him during the first game after the summer break.”