Chapter 3

I had quit working at the bar and I thought I had given up the sex trade, with all its risks to my situation. But I forgot that I had written my secret email address on the back of a man’s business card. Kayla and I had set up two email accounts for our “more sensitive” communications. We still used the accounts to schedule our lesbian rendezvous, so I checked fairly regularly for her messages. I was a little taken aback when an email came in from someone other than her:

“Hi Cleo,” he used my stage name, “Remember me? It’s Diego. You gave me this email. I haven’t seen you lately.” Diego had been a repeat customer during my stint at the bar. He was a business man in his 50s who had been living in Germany for years. “I’m wondering if you and Kitty could come to my house to discuss a special project. It would be very worthwhile for you, but I don’t want to go into the details here. If you don’t like it, no harm. Diego.” I could tell he was being cautious about what he put in writing.

I shared the email with Kayla. We were both terribly curious. Over a series of emails, we set up a meeting with Diego on a date that coincided with my husband’s travels and didn’t collide with our periods. When we knocked on the door of his home, we still had no idea, other than the obvious, what he had in mind. He had asked us to dress “youngish” but said he would have everything we needed, which we took to mean condoms. In our efforts to guess what was going on, we figured he would be taking us to a bachelor party or orgy or something of the kind, so we each packed a bottle of KY jelly in our purses in case he didn’t think of that.

I was wearing a simple red cotton dress that was thigh length and had a wide neckline. Kayla wore a cute pleated white skirt and blue crop top with a low neckline. Neither of us used stockings or pantyhose.

Diego came to the door alone. There was no sign of a party. He was dressed in shorts and a polo shirt. Looking around it was easy to see he was wealthy, though the house was quite small, like most German homes. There was expensive furniture, and accessories that seemed to reflect a life of travels. He had not taken off his wedding ring, but his wife was apparently away.

We both approached him and kissed him on the cheeks, but he made clear that was as far as that was going to go. “Why don’t we sit over here?” indicating a plush sofa. He sat in an easy chair near the sofa. Our curiosity had certainly peaked.

He began, “When I was growing up in Argentina, there was no such thing as sex education in our Catholic school. Boys learned the basics and plenty of stupid myths from older boys. Girls found out either on their wedding night or in a hayloft with their more aggressive boyfriends. Some of the girls had to visit a certain lady in the village after their experiences.”

“Anyway,” he continued, “my father had more money than most. He took me to a woman in the seedy part of town, a prostitute, and had me spend the night with her. I had never touched a girl, and certainly never seen one naked, and of course never had sex. I was actually scared, haha. She taught me all I needed to know that night, including how to get a girl excited, where to put my thing, and even how protect the girl.”

“My mother probably knew what was happening but she never said anything. She probably figured that my father and the other men also visited the same whore on occasion.”

“Okay?” I muttered.

“Well, I guess we should get down to business,” he said. “I have two sons, Pablo and Victor. They’re twins, not the identical type. They have had sex education in school - it is a different era, of course. But they are both very shy when it comes to girls.”

Diego reached into a drawer and pulled out two envelopes. “There’s a thousand Euros here, five hundred for each of you.” Kayla and I both gasped. “I was hoping you two would give them the same kind of lesson I had forty years ago.”

“Aren’t they illegal?” I asked.

“Well, they just had a birthday that makes them legal here in Germany. In any case, we all appreciate how important it is for all of us to keep our secrets, myself included.”

I know it was crazy, but that seemed to satisfy Kayla. I nodded as well. We took our envelopes and put them in our purses. Diego handed us each a small paper bag. In each bag were enough condoms for an orgy and a small bottle of lubricant.

“Pablo and Victor are in their room. First door on the right down the hall. I’ll be in my den if you need anything. The rest of the house is yours.”

We knocked quietly on the door. Two voices replied, “Come in.” They sounded so young. We pushed the door open. The two boys were sitting on the edge of their beds. The look on their faces was somewhere between fear and eagerness. “I’m Victor,” “I’m Pablo,” they announced. They were both wearing pajamas.

“I’m Kitty, this is Cleo,” Kayla replied.

I asked Victor, “Is it OK if I sit next to you?” He nodded. Kayla got permission to sit next to Pablo. “We’re going to have sex, OK?” I asked, not sure how to kick things off. Both boys agreed. “And you know how important it is never to tell anyone, even your friends, right?”

“He told us he had sex with you two and Mommy doesn’t know,” Pablo chimed in. “That’s why he likes you.”

I shuffled closer to Victor and asked him, “Have you ever kissed a girl?” He hadn’t. “So what do you say we start by kissing?” I pulled his chin in my direction and put my lips on his. It took a moment before his jaw unclenched and he was participating. It wasn’t the best kiss I ever had, and I didn’t think he was ready for French kissing. Pablo and “Kitty” were kissing, too. “Kiss my neck. It turns me on to have my neck kissed,” I begged and he did. I felt my insides changing and that wetness starting.

“Put your hand over my breast,” I continued and waited for him to comply. “It feels good for a girl to have her breasts rubbed.” He did that.

“You want to see them don’t you?” Victor’s eyes bulged. “Pablo has it easy. He just pulled up Kitty’s top, but you have to unzip my dress.” Kayla’s bra was already exposed. I turned so Victor could unzip me. “Now pull the straps off my shoulder.”

Kayla and I both had the skimpiest of bras on. Victor and Pablo both stared in amazement.

“You have to unclip my bra, you know,” I finally suggested. I turned so he could see how it worked. “Just push the two ends together to open the hooks,” and I felt him struggling until the bra came loose. “You can take it all the way off, you know,” and I held out my arms so he could slide it off. My 75D (34D) boobs fell out. Kayla’s 70C’s were out too. “Rub them some more ... ohhhh yes ... oh yessss ... kiss them please.”

When he did that, I put his hand on the bare part of my leg. “Oh Victor, Victor, I want you.” I dragged his hand and the hem of my dress further up my thigh. “Look at my panties and rub me there!” He pulled the hem up to my waist and gawked at my panties. When he started rubbing my pussy through the fabric, I grabbed the bulge in his pajamas. “A girl gets wet there, you know.” Then I pushed my hand in through the fly; he didn’t have any underwear. We rubbed each other until we needed to stop so he wouldn’t cum right then.