Chapter 7: A Delectable Dilemma

Do you know the feeling when you can practically smell a problem brewing? I had been in Germany now for little over a week, and I should have been the happiest person on the planet. I was finally with my Jenny, we were a perfect match, and each day began with a fantastic blowjob, just before breakfast.

But that was where the first imperfection presented itself. We mostly ended up in a sixty-nine, allowing me to return the favor, but lately Jenny hadn’t even waited until she came herself. As soon as I had unloaded, she climbed off me. It felt as if she did it out of some sense of duty rather than actually wanting it. That was not acceptable. I was definitely not one of those freaks who thought the woman had to serve the man. I tried to broach the subject a few times, but with Jenny being at school most of the day, there had not been a really good moment to do so. In the end I kicked the metaphoric can down the road, ready to discuss things on the weekend when we would be back at the Nürburgring for my license course.

And a second problem was coming up. Since everyone was away until at least lunch time, Regina and I were alone in the house. Not wanting to be bored stiff, I had decided to help her with the house chores. I had grown up without a mother, so I was well versed in domestic duties. That worked really well, and I even learned a few cooking tips in the process, but things had become slightly awkward lately.

Since we both didn’t wear any clothes, except for an apron when cooking, I had had a daily, living and walking preview what Jenny would look like in ten to fifteen years, and dagnabbit, I definitely liked what I saw. And therein lies the problem when being a man, especially one still in the throes of puberty. I got hard a lot and hiding it from her was tricky. On top of that, when I had to go to the loo, it wasn’t always to take a leak.

Needless to say, getting that excited over a woman who wasn’t Jenny, caused me quite a bit of guilty conscience.

We had just arrived at the Nürburgring. Femke, who had driven our RV, the smaller one, had already left to join the others in the bigger one. I sensed something was coming up, because, during the mandatory break at a service station outside Nuremberg, I had seen Lydia, Regina and Jenny in what looked like a lively debate. Unfortunately Nadja had held me back when I had wanted to walk over to join them.

Well, since Jenny had been part of that talk, I was sure she would be able to tell me why her mother had been crying quite hard. My premonition was confirmed when Jenny had taken off her clothes, brought me a malt beer and asked me to sit down at the table.

“I take it, you’re going to tell me what happened during that talk today, which I for some reason wasn’t allowed to join?”

Jenny ignored the slight sarcasm in my voice. Instead she handed me the bottle opener.

“Mom has confessed that she fancies you, as in wanting to fool around with you,” Jenny explained entirely too calmly for my liking. I certainly wouldn’t have remained that unconcerned if someone had openly declared he fancied Jenny.

“I guess that’s why she was crying? You seem remarkably calm about it,” I noted, and finally prepared to open the bottle.

“She was feeling guilty, obviously,” Jenny answered. “I told her that as long as she or the other girls don’t do anything with you that we haven’t done yet ourselves, I’m okay with it.”

I yanked down the handle of the bottle opener way too hard and the cap went flying across the cabin.

“You did fucking what?” I asked in shock, and Jenny stayed almost infuriatingly calm after whacking me over the noggin with that piece of news.

“Hear me out, Hasi,” she said. “I haven’t been entirely honest with you.”

“Let me guess: You’ve done it with another guy before, and now you want to throw other women my way to make up for it, including your own mother,” I angrily jumped to conclusions.