An Amazing Weekend - Ch. 1

1. Introduction There were nine of us

, 6 boys and 3 girls, all from a clique of the same apprenticeship year. Our year comprised more than 40 apprentices, but, as is always the case, the first groups formed after a short time. Ours consisted of working class children who wanted nothing to do with the cocky beauties and arrogant academic boys of the other cliques. And we only had the most necessary contact with the nerds of the fourth group (usually a "Show me" or "Can I copy?"). So each group cultivated their prejudices.

We had largely similar interests. Or did we automatically switch to the same? We didn't know the term 'group dynamics' yet,

When we were 68 we were of course interested in politics (all SPD and leftists, what else?) And we got horny on the latest records. Music was a hobby not only for the boys, but also for the girls, but they were more interested in the Bee Gees (if you don't know them anymore: It couldn't hurt to put a bowl under the speakers to catch the lard.), while the guys preferred the Stones or Led Zep. Regardless of the fact that their lyrics were also often Liebesschulzen (the classic: Whole Lotta Love), we guys just thought our taste was better.

So after half a year of apprenticeship (as it was called back then) we met regularly to listen to music, explore the various flavors and degrees of effectiveness of alcohol and celebrate the first birthday parties together.

There was Monika, small and with great breasts. She was the oldest, as she had only started school as a child at the age of seven and so the apprenticeship began "late". She had long brunette hair that came down to her waist. The mini, which was common at the time, revealed well-formed legs and despite her 1.55 m she had a great figure. Moni was always in a good mood and the rest of us had the impression that she had more experience than she wanted to admit to us beginners.

Guido, on the other hand, made the impression of a clumsy, clumsy bear with his 1.80 m. He was well built, but didn't know this yet and couldn't place the admiring looks of the girls. Instead of being proud of his build with large shoulders and narrow buttocks, he felt more pissed off. In his shyness, he hardly noticed that the girls were beginning to be interested in him, but made me jealous of his wardrobe figure.

Renate was tall, almost stocky and, despite her 1.78 m, weighed an estimated 90 kg. Big boobs at the top, big butts at the bottom, baby fat in between. Renate was always without make-up, she wore her dark blonde hair cut short and thus clearly set herself apart from the general trend that dictated super-slim models with long hair.

Renate had smuggled her friend into our clique, which grew to ten youngsters outside of the company. At some party she introduced us to Maria, a year younger than her, 1.72 tall and with about 65 kg on the scales, much slimmer. Both liked to laugh and despite their youth they had the first laugh lines around their eyes.

Gerd and Dieter already knew each other from their school days. They had gone to class together and were best friends. They were both average types: Approx. 1.77 m tall, medium difficulty, reasonably sporty and available for every gag. They were the ones who watched Beate Uhse's first porn films and who later persuaded us to come along too.

Helga was so slim that she could have undressed behind Renate without any problems. No ass in the pants, hardly any tits but a cheeky snout without being hurtful. Her fawn eyes, however, glared at anyone who underestimated her due to her slim figure and according to her own statement it had already happened that she had to play her 172 cm in judo. She had a little problem with her figure and would have liked to put more pounds on the scales.

Norbert and Jürgen, on the other hand, were tall slags. Both over 1.85 m and thus a little taller than Guido they could have been brothers in appearance. They swore, however, that their parents had no idea about the partner swap. Opposite Guido with his wardrobe figure, however, both were only thin beansticks in pines, with which they could have started forest fires.

I, Bernhard, was 1.75 m tall and, as was customary at the time, had shoulder-length blonde hair that consisted only of thin fluff that I could hardly control. You couldn't see a hairstyle on the sauerkraut on the head. I was more of the skinny guy who preferred to drag each crate of beer one by one. Unfortunately, my interest in the opposite sex has not yet been answered in any way. I suspected that the girls weren't taken seriously as a tail carrier and was 100% right. Nevertheless (or because of that) I was everybody's darling, had to listen to all the little problems and was asked for advice on things I had no idea about myself. It was time to end my life as a neuter.