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Coming to Nuremberg

Copyright© 2020 by Douglas Fox

Chapter 4

Historical Sex Story: Chapter 4 - The story follows Dieter Pfeiffer and Gisela Fischer, two teens in 1938 Nazi Germany, as they attend the Nazi Party Rally in Nuremberg. The Hitlerjugend forces to two teens together prematurely. This story follows as the two have a baby, fall in love, survive the chaos of a world war and then marry.

Caution: This Historical Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Teenagers   Reluctant   Romantic   Heterosexual   Fiction   Military   War   First   Pregnancy  

Gisela got a shock the evening of the 23rd as she was getting ready for bed. Her bleeding had started. She was delighted. Somehow, she and Dieter had dodged creating a baby for the third straight month. She raced over to meet Dieter for the walk to school the next morning.

“What are you doing here?” Dieter gasped when he stepped outside and found his girlfriend.

“You aren’t going to believe what I got last night,” Gisela gushed. “My period! I’m bleeding.”

“That’s good?”

“That means no baby!” Gisela grinned as she hugged and kissed Dieter.

“Wow!” Dieter said, still dazed at the news. “That’s great ... I suppose. You know they are going to make us sleep together again next month?”

“Oh no!” Gisela laughed. “I am going to be forced to spend eight night’s in bed with my boyfriend. I will be forced to have hot sex with him. What will I do?”

“I guess there are worse fates,” Dieter said.

The next HJ and BDM meetings were a week later, 30.November. Gisela and Margrit Hansen were called in for a private meeting with Frau König.

“Margrit, have you had your period?” Frau König quizzed as she glanced at her notes.

“No, Frau König,” Margrit answered. “I am five days late.”

“Excellent!” Frau König said. “Gisela, how about you? Have you had your period?”

“My bleeding started last Wednesday evening,” Gisela replied. Frau König managed to hide her surprise. She really expected Gisela would be with child by now.

“I will take you, Margrit and Dieter out of School on Freitag,” Frau König announced. “We will confirm your pregnancy, Margrit. Gisela, you and Dieter will be tested for fertility. Magrit, you are dismissed.”

“Jawohl, Frau König,” Margrit replied. She stepped out of the small office room the Schar’s adult leader was assigned.

“Perhaps one of you isn’t fertile,” Frau König observed. “How many times have the two of you had sex?” Gisela needed a moment to count. “Twenty-nine or thirty times?” Gisela guessed.

“How many times with rubbers?” Frau König asked.

“Five ... six?” Annaliese König knew probability well enough to know that having that much unprotected sex over three months more likely than not would have her pregnant.

“What happens if they find out one of us isn’t fertile?” Gisela asked.

“If it is Dieter, we will get you another boy to impregnate you,” Frau König explained. “If you can’t conceive a baby, we will get Dieter another girl.”


Frau König took Dieter, Gisela and Margrit out of school Friday and drove them to the Lebesborn facility in Flensburg, about thirty-five kilometers from Leck. Margrit was tested and the doctor confirmed she was pregnant. The doctors examined Dieter and Gisela thoroughly. They asked Dieter to supply a sperm sample, to his immense embarrassment. Frau König suggested Gisela assist in collecting the sample when Dieter had trouble getting hard in this clinical setting. Dieter managed to produce the required sample with Gisela stroking his dick.

The doctors tested Dieter’s sperm. They were perfectly normal. Verdict at the end of the day: Both teens were healthy, fit and fertile. It was just bad luck that Gisela wasn’t pregnant yet. Three months of unprotected sex still left one chance in four of no baby. They recommended that the pair continue having sex. Nature would take its course, given time.


Margot Kalbfleisch’s next prenatal exam brought surprising news. She was having twins. Rudi Schmidt, the youngest boy in the Schar and who barely passed the racial purity test, was the most fecund of all the boys; making three babies in the space of two days. Who could have seen that coming?

Dieter and Gisela managed to hook up for sex once before December 5th, the start of Gisela’s next fertile window. They did it without rubbers. Why not? They were going to be doing it in a few days when Gisela was fertile.

Egon Pfeiffer finally worked up courage to ask Helga Langer for a date. They saw a movie at the theater in the center of town. Dieter and Gisela were at the theater too, a few rows back. Dieter saw his brother use the “stretch and drape your arm on the girl’s shoulder” stratagem. Dieter and Gisela snickered as they observed Helga snuggle up against Egon. The two pairs went separate directions after the movie, each boy escorting his date to her house.

The two boys climbed in bed half an hour after they got home from their dates. “How did the end of your date go?” Dieter asked as his brother settled in the top bunk.

“Things were great most of the night,” Egon explained. “We talked on her Veranda when I got her to her house. Then it got awkward.”

“I wanted to kiss her,” Egon explained. “I chickened out. Actually, I didn’t kiss her. I was afraid.”

“Oh?”

“How do I know if Helga wants me a kiss her?” Egon asked.

“Helga seemed to like it when you put your arm around her at the theater,” Dieter said with a sigh. Egon had so much to learn. “She cuddled against you while you watched the movie. That is a good sign. What happened at her door?”

“We talked for a bit,” Egon explained. “She put her hand on my arm as we talked and stepped closer to me. I felt something was supposed to happen, but I wasn’t sure what. Should I have kissed her then?”

“Was she staring into your eyes?”

“We both were,” Egon said.

“She probably was waiting for a kiss,” Dieter said.

“I wasn’t sure,” Egon sighed. “I was afraid I might make a mistake.”

“She probably was ready for a good night kiss,” Dieter said. “Everything you described is how a girl signals a boy that she is ready for a kiss. There is one more way to be sure ... ask her.”

“Ask her?” Egon groaned. “Dummkopf! Why didn’t I think of that? What do I do now? Helga must think I am a clueless, hopeless child.”

“Talk with her in school Monday,” Dieter suggested. “Tell her how much you enjoyed the date and that you regret not ending the night with a kiss. Ask her for a second date.”

“I can do that,” Egon said. “Thank you for helping me with girls. Were you this clueless when you started dating?”

“Worse,” Dieter replied. “I did go in for the good night kiss on my first date. I misread all the signs. Thea Raske slapped me across the cheek. She still barely speaks to me three years later.”


Dieter escorted Gisela over to the König home on Monday evening, 5.Dezember. They would share the König guest bedroom for eight nights. The two discussed what was to happen that evening as they walked over to the Königs. They knew Dieter would seed her that evening. That was unavoidable. They decided if they were going to be forced to have sex, they might as well enjoy it while they were doing it.

The two took full advantage of the opportunity to be together while they performed their duty to the Fatherland. The nights flew by too quickly. Sunday evening turned out to be an especially fun night for two teens. Dieter gave Gisela an orgasm during foreplay and a second during intercourse. Frau König inspected Dieter’s “work” and told the teens to get to sleep. Both were horny and fucked a second time. Dieter and Gisela enjoyed mutual orgasms during their second fuck.

“Dieter, why were you willing to disobey your HJ orders?” Gisela wondered as they lay beside each other, recovering from glorious, mutual orgasms. “I would have thought a pure-blooded Aryan boy like you would jump at the chance to make a baby with a girl when you were ordered to do that.”

“Pure-blooded?” Dieter snorted as rolled on his side to face Gisela. “That’s a laugh. If you only knew.”

“You’re not pure Aryan?” Gisela asked. “Can you keep a secret? I’m not either.”

“Really?” Gisela nodded yes.

“Even if you aren’t totally pure, you are so dedicated to the Hitlerjugend and Nazis,” Gisela said. “I am surprised you skirted your orders and tried so hard to not get me pregnant.”

“Dedicated?” Dieter said. “I’m not a Nazi. I am active in the HJ because I love the camping and hiking, love being with the friends and doing all their physical activities. I am in the HJ because that is the only place I can do those fun things now. The Nazis closed down the Christian Boy Scouts, where I used to do my camping and hiking.”

“You seem to listen so closely during the lectures,” Gisela remarked.

“The lectures on race and politics bore me to tears,” Dieter said. “I just pretend to pay attention, so I don’t get in trouble with the Scharleiter or Herr Baumann.”

“You say you’re not pure,” Gisela said. “I will keep it secret. How is this possible? Your background was thoroughly checked before you could join the HJ.”

“This must stay between us,” Dieter insisted. “No one can find out.”

“I promise,” Gisela replied.

“My Oma ... my Mutti’s mutter ... she isn’t who her papers say she is,” Dieter explained. “Oma Schenck’s mutter, my Urgroßmutter [great gandma] Bauer, was being courted by Urgroßvater Bauer when they were young. Opa Bauer was anxious to ... well to couple with Oma Bauer. Of course, she wasn’t giving in. You just did not do that seventy years ago. They had a fight and broke up.”

Gisela nodded as Dieter explained his family history.

“This Romany [Gypsy, a Traveller] boy saw Oma Bauer and was infatuated with her. He wooed Oma Bauer. He was velvet tongued, this Romany boy. He convinced Oma Bauer to spread her legs and allow him to fuck her, many times over a few weeks. Then one day, the travelling boy disappeared. Within a few days, Oma Bauer realized she was pregnant. She went back to Opa Bauer and allowed him to court her again. This time she willingly spread her legs and allowed Opa to fuck her. Sure enough, a few weeks later, she announced she is carrying his child. Eight months later, my Oma Schenck was born, four weeks premature but surprisingly, full grown. Opa Bauer never suspected the truth. I am the first man in my family to know this. The girls kept the secret from the men. I am one-eighth Romany.”

“My secret is worse,” Gisela replied. “Much worse. You will keep quiet about my family’s background, won’t you?”

“Completely silent,” Dieter pledged.

“This secret ... it could be terrible for me and my family if anyone ever finds out,” Gisela said. “My Oma and Opa Rose, that wasn’t the family name they had when they married. It was ... Rosenfeld.”

Dieter’s eyes went wide. Rosenfeld was a Jewish name.

“They grew up in a deutsche village north of Warsaw [in Poland],” Gisela explained. “A deutsche village more than half Jew. It was part of the Grand Duchy of Warsaw when their parents were born, but the Russians took over. Russia has no more love for the Jews than Deutschland today. Oma and Opa Rosenfeld fled during a pogrom. They ended up in Vienna. Opa Rosenfeld was a teacher. He found work at a Catholic School. Oma and Opa changed their name to Rose and converted to Catholicism. Their past was mostly but not entirely ignored. After a decade without promotion or pay raise, Opa Rose looked for another place to go, where they could be accepted. He found a principal’s position at a school in Denmark – in Leck. Oma and Opa joined the Lutheran Church after the move. All papers relating to their Jewish heritage were destroyed. Everyone assumed they were Aryan, just like everyone else in Leck. Our family’s history looks pure, if you just follow the paperwork.”

“So, you are actually one quarter Jew?” Dieter said. “The pure-blooded Aryan baby we are to make will be ... three-sixteenths non-Aryan. Wouldn’t that shock Herr Baumann and Frau König?”

“It would,” Gisela agreed. “This would explain why we are rebellious. We are pretenders.”

“I will never say one word about this,” Dieter promised. “This is a secret no one else must know. To the world, we are a good deutsche boys and girls, serving the Fatherland.” He giggled. “Even if we have some trouble getting you pregnant like we are supposed to.”

“I love you, Dieter,” Gisela said as she gave her boyfriend a kiss.

“I love you too,” Dieter answered.


The couple finished their Dezember evenings together on 13.Dezember. Chances of them avoiding parenthood were rapidly dwindling. The pair decided they would exchange small Christmas gifts. Gisela teased that she hoped this would be the only gift Dieter gave her for Christmas. Her period was due Christmas Eve.

Dieter gave Gisela a small pendant necklace on Christmas Eve. It took nearly a month’s wages from his summer farm work, but he was happy that she liked it. Gisela bought a fine fountain pen for Dieter. She teased that he could use it after he finished Gymnasium to write her from university or from the army, wherever he ended up.

“Did you start your bleeding?” Dieter asked quietly while her parents went in the room.

“Not yet,” Gisela replied. “You may have given me two Christmas gifts.”

“I didn’t want to give you the second,” Dieter sighed. “I would never do anything to hurt you.”

“We had no choice, liebling,” Gisela replied. “We will get through this.”

“Together,” Dieter added.

“Yes, together.” Gisela gave Dieter a passionate kiss, which was interrupted when her Vater returned to the living room. Both teens blushed at getting caught. Herr Fischer said nothing.


The weather was beautiful Boxing Day, 26.Dezember. The temperature reached 15 degrees [56 degrees F]. Dieter and Gisela took a walk in the park after noon. They ended up at the secluded bench where the policeman caught them fucking a couple months earlier.

“Did your period start?” Dieter asked.

“Not yet,” Gisela replied. “I suspect our nights together this month were too many. I am usually very prompt with my bleeding. I am almost four days late. I feel different too. My nipples are so tender. I am worn out. I just don’t feel normal. I suspect when Frau König takes me to Flensburg next week, we will find out we made the baby they want us to make.”

Dieter stared at Gisela, horror struck. “I am so sorry,” Dieter whimpered. “I never wanted to hurt you. I am so sorry.”

“I know you are,” Gisela replied as she hugged the emotional boy to her body. “Don’t feel bad. I would be upset if someone else got me pregnant. You probably did it, the man I love. I know you will be with me and you’ll take care of our baby. We will do this ... together.”

“Together ... Yes, together,” Dieter agreed. “You’re not upset with me?”

“I love you,” Gisela answered. “I might not choose to start a family yet, but we didn’t get a choice about the timing. We are starting our family early. What counts is that we take care of our baby ... together until he or she is grown.”

“Together,” Dieter said, brightening somewhat. “Together we can do this.”


Gisela met with Frau König Wednesday evening during the BDM meeting. Frau König was delighted when Gisela reported she was six days late for her period. The Frau would include her in the small bus load of girls heading to Flensburg Freitag for prenatal care.

Ten girls missed school for the trip to Flensburg. Rachel, Margot, and Monika showed off their pronounced baby bumps. The other girls weren’t as obviously pregnant as the first three. Tests confirmed Gisela was pregnant. The doctor estimated 11. Dezember as the most likely date of conception. Gisela was due on 1. September 1939.

Dieter took the news that evening much better than Gisela expected. Not that he was happy about the news, but he accepted that he would be a Vater in eight months and he would do whatever it took to help and protect Gisela and their baby. Somehow, they would raise this child and make a proper family for her or him.

Frau and Herr Pfeiffer and Frau and Herr Fischer were no more enthusiastic about the news than Dieter. Their son, two-months shy of 17-year-old, was going to be a Vater. The two families met on Saturday to discuss things. The meeting was amicable between the grandparents-to-be.


Egon Pfeiffer dated Helga Langer for a couple Saturday evenings in Dezember. He asked Kristel Veith out the Saturday after Christmas. The date went well. Egon shared a good night kiss with Kristel on the walk home. He shared another at her door, and then a third, hot kiss before Herr Veith called Kristel inside. The love-sick thirteen-year-old boy floated home on a cloud.

Gisela began experiencing some of the pregnancy symptoms the other girls warned her about on the bus ride home from Flensburg the day she confirmed she was pregnant. Morning sickness started. She was tired all the time. Her breasts were hyper-sensitive. Most difficult was her horniness. She wanted to ride Dieter’s big dick all the time. Unfortunately for Gisela, her pregnancy ended the HJ/BDM sponsored nights of sleeping together. Now, like any other horny deutsche teen couple, she and Dieter needed to find privacy when and where they were able. What time they managed wasn’t nearly enough to satisfy Gisela’s needs.

They repeated their late-night tryst in the park, without getting caught by the police. They fucked whenever either Mutter was away from home after school. They did a quick fuck in the washroom at their school once when neither teen had a class. It wasn’t nearly enough for the horny couple.

Dieter had a brilliant idea. One of the farmers he worked for was Herr Youndt. Herr Youndt had a small barn out by his fields, about a kilometer out of Leck. The farmer stored tools and hay at the barn. It had a loft full of hay, perfect for a soft place for two lusty teens to find privacy and time for fun.

Dieter packed a blanket in his rucksack, along with lunch for the two, the first time they hiked out to Herr Youndt’s barn. It was mid-Januar and chilly. The temperature was around 3° C [37° F]. The hay loft did provide a bit of warmth, but the teens were forced to hurry their coupling, lest anything important get frost bitten. Dieter swore he would bring two blankets next time, so he didn’t freeze his balls off.

Januar headed into Februar and then März. Dieter and Gisela took advantage of Herr Youndt’s small barn a couple times a week, whenever they couldn’t find privacy in town. Gisela’s monthly check-ups in Flensburg went well. The morning sickness finally stopped, to Gisela’s immense relief. Her desperate need to rut never seemed to be satisfied. Dieter did his best to quench her desires.

Egon and Kristel hit it off. The two dated nearly every free Saturday, when they didn’t have JV/JM activities over the weekend [Jungvolk for 10-13 year-old boys and Jungmädel for girls]. The two progressed from deep kissing to making out as they became more comfortable together. Egon’s limit was he could feel her tits, but only through her blouse. Egon didn’t mind. He had his hands on soft tits for the first time since he was a baby. It was a delight.

The Munich conference had quieted war talk last fall, at least for a while. The Führer harangued the Czechs since the settlement. On 14.März 1939, the pro-Nazi Slovak republic seceded from Czechoslovakia. The following day the deutsche army moved into Bohemia and Moravia [the Czech remainder of Czechoslovakia]. Hitler declared it a protectorate of the Fatherland.

Gisela’s brother Georg, by now a Landser [soldier] in the 12.Infantriedivision, helped occupy Prague. Georg wrote home a week later, reporting that Prague was peaceful. The march into the city had been much like an HJ march from when he was younger.


Egon and Kristel continued dating. Dieter and Gisela often saw them at the movie theater Saturday evenings, when the older couple didn’t skip movie night for a romp in Herr Youndt’s hay loft. It was mid-März and Egon and Kristel were kissing up a storm. Egon’s hands were all over her tits. Dieter could only smile at his younger brother. Egon was growing up. His fourteenth birthday would be next month. Egon would also step up to the Hitlerjugend with his older brother.

The two couples walked the same direction after the movie ended. Dieter escorted Gisela home. By now, she was almost four months pregnant and showing a distinct baby bump. Egon and Kristel headed into the park for some privacy before going home. The two were laughing and seemed to be having a great time when the parted from Dieter and Gisela.

Egon was in a bad mood when he came home and slammed the front door. He stomped upstairs to bed. Dieter had no answer when his parents asked if he knew what was wrong with Egon. Dieter found out what was wrong fifteen minutes later when he went to bed.

“What is wrong?” Dieter asked politely to his younger brother.

“Girls!” Egon snapped. “I don’t understand them at all.”

“What happened between you and Kristel?”

“She slapped me!” Egon grumped. “Can you believe it? She slapped me!”

“Why?”

“Things were great at the park,” Egon said. “We found this isolated bench out of sight of other folks. We were kissing and making out. Kristel was hot! I managed to unbutton her blouse and feel her tits over her bra. She liked it. She’s moaning and caressing me as we kissed. I managed to slip a couple fingers under her bra and slipped it up to expose her tits. They felt so soft and nice. Then she pulls away screams at me and slaps me. Can you believe it?”

“You misread her body language,” Dieter said. “You pushed her too far.”

“She was into everything we were doing up to that point,” Egon protested. “She likes when I feel up her tits.”

“When they are bare?” Dieter asked.

“We haven’t gotten that far before,” Egon admitted. “So? Bare tits are the next thing.”

“Maybe this was too soon for her,” Dieter suggested.

“I don’t understand,” Egon replied. “I like her a lot. She said no tits when we started deep kissing in Januar. She allowed me after a few dates. A couple weeks ago she allowed me to feel her tits through her bra. Why isn’t she ready for more? I don’t get it. I felt her shiver when I was fondling her bare tits. I know she liked it.”

“Maybe she liked it too much,” Dieter suggested.

“Too much?”

“She might be afraid she’d lose control and you’d end up having sex,” Dieter suggested. “Have you two ever discussed that?”

“A couple times,” Egon admitted. “She didn’t want to do that. I am fine with that too. I like her a lot and figure she will be willing one of these days.”

“I think you scared her pushing too far,” Dieter said.

“What do I do?” Egon asked.

“Apologize to her,” Dieter suggested. “Beg her to forgive you. Maybe get her flowers or something.”

“Have you ever made Gisela this mad?” Egon asked.

“Roses did the trick for Gisela,” Dieter replied, laughing. “Like Vati says, ‘We all end up in the shithouse with our women sometimes.’ Vati gives good advice.”

“Roses?” Egon sighed. “I will try it.”

“Good luck,” Dieter offered before the two boys fell asleep.

Egon stopped by the florists on the way to school Montag. He delivered four roses to Kristel at their first class. He went over to her desk and said, “Forgive me. I pushed too far. These flowers are for you.”

“Apology accepted,” Kristel replied with considerable coolness. Egon was unsure what to say next. He didn’t need to worry about that. Kristel stood up, walked to the front of the classroom and dumped the roses in the trash bin.

“We are through, Egon,” Kristel added as she sat down at her desk again. Egon retreated to his own seat. He knew he was going to receive a lot of teasing about this. He did. To add insult to injury, he saw Kurt Dieffenbach and Rudi Schmidt meet Kristel after School. Kurt gave Egon’s ex-girlfriend an intimate hug and a deep kiss, one that lasted much too long for acquaintances. Kurt and Kristel held hands as they strolled towards Kristel’s home. Egon stared in shock as the Obertertia [Grade 9] boy escorted his ex-girlfriend home.

Egon was crushed to be dumped by his first serious girlfriend. Frau and Herr Pfeiffer tried to console their younger son. Dieter tried too, without real success. Gisela turned out to be the one to bring Egon out of his black depression. She did a little talking among younger friends. She found out one of Egon’s classmates liked Egon but was too shy to do anything to attract Egon’s attention. She suggested Egon go on a double-date with her, Dieter, and Lisa Spannagel.

Lisa was a quiet girl in untertertia [Grade 8], Egon’s grade. She was pretty but so quiet, that most of her classmates ignored her. Egon was skeptical if the date would work out but agreed to go. Herr Pfeiffer gave Dieter money for the foursome to have dinner at the local pub and then to pay for the movie that evening.

The double date went spectacularly. Egon and Lisa hit it off. She was shy in large crowds of people, like at school. She was fine with small groups like the foursome at dinner and the movie. Both Gisela and Dieter warned Egon to take things slow with Lisa. Be happy if he got a fairly chaste good night kiss at the end of their date.

Dieter and Gisela left, so Egon could walk Lisa home without escort. Egon was trying to read Lisa’s signs as they ended up on the porch outside her door. Should he kiss her? Lisa took matters into her own hands. While Egon hesitated, Lisa grabbed the boy by the shoulder and planted a serious, lingering kiss on him.

“I had fun tonight,” Lisa announced when they broke the kiss. “I have feelings for you.” For German youth, this statement was one step short of saying, ‘I love you.’

Egon bounced home in shock. Lisa had exhibited more passion in that first kiss than Kristel had managed in a month. He was smitten with the pretty, but quiet girl.

Egon asked Lisa out again the following Saturday. And the one after that. Egon tried not to push things with Lisa. She always initiated the next level of intimacy. The third date included him feeling up her tits. Egon was in seventh heaven in this relationship. Lisa seemed equally smitten with Egon.


Kristel made a point of flaunting her relationship with Kurt Dieffenbach in front of Egon. Not that he cared. He had Lisa now. The next act in the Egon and Kristel saga happened a few weeks after their breakup. Rumors flew through Untertertia [Grade 8] of the Leck High School. Egon caught the rumor at lunch.

Gerd Rumpfel reported to Egon that he heard Kristel had allowed Kurt Dieffenbach to fuck her. Egon dismissed the rumor. She was much too frigid to go all the way with the Obertertia [Grade 9] boy. More classmates passed the rumor on to Egon. Supposedly the two had done the deed last Sunday evening, in Kristel’s bedroom while her parents were away.

Rumors continued the following days. Egon actually felt sorry when he heard a girl call Kristel a slutty bitch. He might have had issues with Kristel, but she didn’t deserve to be treated this way.

Kurt met Kristel each afternoon after School was dismissed. They were much too public in their displays of affection. Egon tried to ignore them, but the couple flaunted their affections in front of most of the school. Egon walked Lisa home each afternoon, going in the opposite direction from Kurt and Kristel.

A month later, in early Mai, Kristel dashed from the untertertia [Grade 8] English lessons for the washroom, where she threw up. Egon and Kristel shared that class. Egon thought no more of the event until the next morning. Kristel repeated the dash for the washroom.

The untertertia rumor mill went into high gear. Word that Kristel, the lusty slut, was pregnant flew through the school. Egon heard the rumor but couldn’t dismiss it. He had seen Gisela go through morning sickness early in her pregnancy. Had Kristel spread her legs and allowed Kurt to fuck her? Despite the improbability, it seemed likely that she had. Egon felt sorry for his ex. She may have hurt him, but no one deserved the shaming that Kristel was receiving.

The next chapter in Kristel’s sad saga played out after school the following afternoon in front of half the school.

“Kurt, you can’t dump me,” Kristel begged. “I love you.”

“Dumb cow” the obertertia [Grade 9] boy snapped. “Too stupid and you got pregnant. Not my problem.” The rumor was true. Kristel had allowed Kurt to fuck her and now she was carrying his baby.

“But it’s your baby,” Kristel protested.

“Get lost, fat sow,” Kurt huffed as he stalked away from the Kristel.

Egon had missed the main show but caught the encore – Kristel sitting against the wall in front of the school crying her eyes out.

“What is wrong, Kristel?” Egon asked as he sat down beside her.

“Kurt...” she whimpered between sobs. “I ... I ... I’m ... preg ... preg ... nant ... and Kurt...” She let out another loud sob. “Kurt ... he ... dumped me.”

“I am so sorry, Kristel,” Egon said. He slipped his arm around her to provide comfort. “I wish none of this had happened.”

“What am I going to do?” Kristel sobbed. “What?”

Lisa appeared as Egon held his ex-girlfriend and she sobbed more.

“Egon?” Lisa asked suspiciously.

“Kurt just dumped Kristel when she told him she is pregnant,” Egon explained. “She needs a shoulder to cry on.”

“The rumors are true?” Lisa asked.

“They are,” Egon confirmed. His hug was helping calm Kristel. Her sobs were less intense. Lisa stared at the poor girl and her heart melted.

“What can Egon and I do to help you?” Lisa asked. Egon glanced up, surprised at Lisa’s reaction to finding him hugging his ex-girlfriend. The two managed to comfort Kristel and then both escorted her home from school.

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