Chapter 6: The Bakery

Heinrich Rottermann’s great-grandfather started the bakery. Of his three sons, his first son Heinrich II was very interested in the bakery. Heinrich II’s wife blessed him with two sons. His eldest Heinrich III loved the bakery. Heinrich III’s wife blessed him with two daughters. No sons, Oh Oh.

Heinrich, Henry was very proud of his daughters. The eldest, Annalise wanted to go to college, but Ursula virtually lived at the bakery. Her mother, Leana, had several conversations with Ursula and college, but could not change her mind.

“Momma,” Ursula begged, “when I finish high school, please let me work with Pappa in his bakery. I love it so much. Please, Momma.”

When Henry came into the living room, he heard the end of their conversation. He was so proud of Ursula but did not want to take the side of his bride. When he entered the room, they looked at him. Neither of them had an idea how Henry would react to Ursula’s dream.

“Leana, you have given me two wonderful daughters. I am very proud of them and of you. You have given them excellent advice as they have grown up. We must remember when Ursula graduates, she will be eighteen, the legal age.”

They looked at Henry for a moment. Ursula was smiling, and Leana looked a bit sad.

“But Henry, you have worked so hard these many years. Do we want that for our Ursula?”

“Momma,” Henry said with a smile, “what does Ursula want? Should we not encourage her as we did our Annalise?”

Those conversations were sixteen years ago. Ursula has been at her father’s side since the day after her high school graduation. During that time, Leana passed away, and Henry never completely recovered from the loss. Ursula had to take on more responsibilities in the bakery.

Ursula had met another young girl, Deena. They met through a mutual friend and hit it off immediately. One wonderful common denominator is Deena loves to bake. After a few months of getting to know each other, Ursula asked Deena if she would like to work with her and Henry. She knew her father’s health was failing.

When Ursula brought Deena to meet her father, she wasn’t sure how he would take having an outsider in Rottermann’s Bakery. This could only have a happy ending or be a disaster.

“Pappa, this is my friend Deena. She loves to bake, and I would like her to work with us. Deena is a very good person, pleasant and respectful. What do you say, Pappa?”

Henry struck his “father” pose as he looked at the two girls. He looked very contemplative.

“Miss Deena,” Henry finally spoke, “do you use butter or margarine for a cake?”

“With all due respect, Mr. Rottermann, I would never use margarine for a cake. It would tend to be a tad greasy.”

Henry returned to his “father” pose for a few seconds, then he smiled at the two girls.

“I have two daughters who are bakers.” Then he kissed them on their foreheads.

Everything was going quite well, and after three months, Henry would leave the bakery a little earlier. The girls would close the shop at three in the afternoon and start the cleanup. They worked so well together.

The bakery was closed on Mondays. The girls took extra care with the cleaning after the shop closed on Sunday. The health inspector was nice, but they knew he was tough on cleanliness. Everything got extra scrubbing on Sunday.

During their scrubbing, Deena set a bucket of water down a little too hard. It splashed up and soaked her tee shirt. Ursula watched the whole thing and was laughing as was Deena. But then they looked at each other. Something inside the girls stirred.

Ursula walked over to Deena and stood in front of her for a moment. They looked into each other’s eyes. Deena, without thinking, wet her lips. It was then Ursula put her arms around Deena and softly kissed her. When their lips parted, they looked at each other knowing this was the beginning of a relationship.

They went to the back of the shop where bags of flour and sugar were stored. They undressed and the passionate kissing began. Ursula began exploring Deena’s firm breasts. Her fondling and kissing of Deena’s breasts made Deena wet. Ursula was holding Deena by her firm butt cheeks.

Now it was Deena’s turn to explore Ursula. Deena licked Ursula’s hard nipples and sucked and fondled her. She was holding Ursula by her butt cheeks. Both were panting and wanting more. The kissing and touching were the beginning of a need to climax.

Ursula gently had Deena sit on a sack of flour and knelt in front of her. Instinctively, Deena spread her legs giving Ursula full access to her wanting pussy. Ursula gently began licking Deena’s vaginal lips. Slowly and softly, she slid her tongue up and down and then insert her tongue into Deena’s pussy.

Deena’s passion was building. Her moans of approval were longer and her panting between them was becoming more rapid. Ursula was squeezing Deena’s breasts and rubbing her nipples. The fuse was getting closer to Deena’s dynamite.

When Ursula sucked Deena’s clit, Deena’s orgasm started and increased with each flick of Ursula’s tongue on her clit. Deena was humping up to meet with Ursula’s licking and sucking. She was holding Ursula’s head against her pussy. Deena’s climax continued. Finally, she had to push Ursula away.

“I’m sorry,” Deena panted, “I can’t cum anymore. I can hardly catch my breath. You made me feel so good. I want to make love to you.”

Deena slid onto the floor while Ursula was climbing onto the sack of flour. While she was still on all fours, Deena began licking Ursula’s pussy. Ursula was so aroused by her loving Deena that when Deena surprised her by licking her in that position, Ursula involuntarily pushed back against Deena’s tongue. That slid Deena’s tongue into Ursula’s waiting pussy.

Ursula dropped onto her elbows but kept her butt sticking up. Deena continued to lick and suck Ursula’s pussy lips and Ursula groaned for more in no time. Deena reached for Ursula’s breasts and pulled on Ursula’s hard nipples. Ursula let out a yelp and a low groan. She was getting hotter by the minute from Deena’s vigorous caresses.

Deena sucked Ursula’s clit into her mouth and flipped her tongue over it. Deena had Ursula’s clit captive and continued to flick it while she squeezed Ursula’s breasts. Ursula was groaning and panting. She was pushing her pussy against Deena’s demanding tongue. Ursula’s climax exploded, soaking Deena’s tongue and mouth. Ursula’s climax continued, and Deena continued sucking her clit. Ursula fell forward onto the sack of flour.

“Deena, please, no more,” Ursula begged. “I can hardly breathe. I’m so sensitive down there now. You have taken me to an emotional high I have never had.” It was so good.”

After they had rested, they went back to cleaning the bakery. Neither of them expected the love they gave each other. They did realize, for now, this part of their lives would have to be a secret from the outside world. They wanted to be together.

Deena went home and decided she had to talk to her parents. They knew she loved baking; she had been baking for them since she was nine years old. Deena hoped that her love for baking would be enough for her parents to agree that she could work at the bakery and not attend college.

Her parents didn’t push college but said she could go if wanted. Deena was sure her working at the bakery would be agreeable to her parents. Moving in with Ursula was another matter. Mr. and Mrs. Stanton were protective of their daughter.

Monday when her dad got home from work, Deena was sitting at the kitchen table with her mom. This wasn’t unusual, Deena and her mom usually talked on Mondays. As usual, when her dad came home, he would kiss her and her mom and then take a shower. His next stop was the fridge for a cold beer. Today was no different.

Her dad joined them at the table, and Deena began her sales pitch. It went much smoother than she had anticipated. They had bought pastries from the bakery and knew Henry and Ursula. Another selling point was Deena would be close to home. Deena called Ursula. Now the girls could be closer together.

Autumn and the holidays were approaching rapidly. Living two blocks from the bakery would turn out to be a blessing. After Halloween, the girls would be at the bakery by three in the morning. Henry arrived around six when the bakery opened. The girls had time to get in a little kissing and hugging until then.

Thanksgiving turned into a cold day. The bakery was going at full throttle. Some people still brought their turkey to the bakery. Deena had never seen a twenty-four-pound tom turkey. When it was brought in Deena couldn’t stop staring at it. Henry’s health was failing more and more. Ursula was scared.