Chapter 6: The Exotic Risk

Ron, the guy who I’d first met in the teletype room, wanted to take me to Munich the next time we got time off overlapping. I thought about it and was nervous about getting caught not showing up for work on time with just a 12 hour gap to get to Munich and back. But he assured me it was no sweat.

He asked about time coming up but it would interfere with my meeting Hanna and he wanted to know why so I told him about she and I. He lit up. “You talking about Hanna?” “yes.” “What’s up?”

I asked if I could trust him and he acted a little offended. “I got your back man!” So I told him the tale about my two weeks off before the Army came back from the border. He acted amazed. “You were FUCKING Hanna? Oh my god!” “Actually my specialty is cunnilingus.” He put his hand over his mouth and started laughing trying to subdue. “What is up with that? You don’t fuck women? What the hell?” “I was a recent virgin and I have my reasons why I prefer cunnilingus. I’ll explain and no I’m not a virgin anymore. She insisted I do her.”

I told him the story about Hawaii and my education by the Hawaiian lesbian ladies, more stuff than he probably wanted to hear. I told him about Hanna coming to give me a bath, probably just checking me out because Sarge said she was always trying out American soldiers looking for a possible husband. Ron was giving me his attention totally as he grinned, looked up to the sky and back down again almost jumping off the ground in anticipation. He wanted all the details.

“Jesus, I thought you were so shy.” “I am. It’s just that I prefer woman for friends, actually. No offense intended.” “Yeah right! I’d prefer doing that to women too,” he laughed.

I told him about the dinner with the two cooks and Rudy, about everybody getting really drunk, the fact we did that a lot while the standoff at the border dragged on.

“Finally Hanna was offering to show them how cunnilingus should be done as her inhibitions evaporated. She kept telling them about the size of my penis which really cracked up the attendance. I’d given her a session with my tongue after she gave me a bath over in the latrine at the old gymnasium building, several times. And before we went to dinner at the mess hall we’d done it again. She became the life of the party.

She truly loved my Hawaiian style of doing her vagina and she just wouldn’t stop telling those three other guys about it. You can bet they were listening.”

I told Ron we did it for them, was supposed to be like a class on it but they passed out before they got a chance to try it out themselves. “Hanna was so drunk but so incredibly hot. Until she met me she’d never had anybody do cunnilingus to her, before, ever.

“We did that a lot during those two weeks. This place was deserted and we just walked around naked, crazy stuff. It was outrageous. I honestly didn’t want the standoff at the border to ever end.”

Ron just kept shaking his head at me and I reiterated he needed to promise me he would keep it to himself. There was no way I wanted to out Hanna because I guess I loved her for her candor and just because she was beautiful and damned sexy. “I don’t want her to be harassed by the other German employees. You know?”

“Okay then. Next time we get time overlapping you’re going to Munich with me cunnilingus man.” “Actually she calls me her Bratwurst Boy.”

Time came for me to meet Hanna, something about a friend of hers. The day shift was finished, time to eat and then walk to the big building where she first gave me my bath.

I’d started using a discovered gym that was at the opposite end of the big building. It had a speed bag I loved to use during my gym visits, learned during advanced training in Arizona. I would check out the bag with the lone guy working the counter and once in a while somebody would be watching me from afar as I beat on it as fast as I could go. I really loved doing that, the crazy rhythm of it.

But one day the clerk at the counter who I’d come to know told me I had better not come back anymore because the Black Panthers were taking the place over for their meetings. Turns out the base commander had given them permission to do that so I just shrugged my shoulders. Disappointed I’d find something else to do. But right now I was worried about meeting Hanna in the front end of the building. I truly hoped for some privacy.

In the dark the big front door loomed. I hadn’t returned since the time I spent waiting for the Army to return home. And now it was late Summer turning Fall. There was still the light in the entry way but I didn’t know where any others were that might work other than the room where the tub was.