Ch. 2

2. The movie

As I said, we all went to apprenticeship together and so we also had vocational school lessons together. One fine summer day, the last two hours were over. Since we didn't want to spend the free time we gained in the company, we decided to go to the porn cinema together at Gerd and Dieter's suggestion. The Giffel was big, almost as big as the peer pressure. The rest of us had no experience with it, but no boy wanted to be seen as a coward and as an emancipated woman you couldn't miss out on such adventures. We called Maria, who simply "extended" her lunch break and of course got into trouble later. Finally it was off to the train and into the cinema. Once again I had the big mouth and therefore had to buy the tickets with the money I had collected.

To cover up our insecurity, we stormed the cinema loudly. We didn't know that people were staying calm here and we wouldn't have cared. Yes, we were so innocent that girls and boys looked for separate places. When the film started, we were suddenly as quiet as a mouse and looked spellbound at firm tits, naked cunts and big cocks. The sayings of the actors, however, made you laugh, so that one or the other chuckle did not fail to appear.

After the film we went with red heads to the golden M. Out of sheer embarrassment, we tried to approach the topic pseudo-scientific: Have you seen the boobs? There are no such giant things in nature! Why weren't the women wet? Can you guys really take that long? No woman would stand that, etc. No one shone with expertise, but we all added our mustard. So we found out that the giant things could not possibly be real (majority decision with a dissenting vote from Renate) and that porn actresses did not get wet. We were really in a bind when it came to discussing men's steadfastness. How should we show off our inexhaustible potency when at the same time the girls claimed that they found such a constant bugger just abhorrent and annoying? Willing to compromise, or rather, in the hope of later adventures, we agreed that under normal circumstances, boys probably did not have such a high level of stamina and therefore the girls did not need to worry. As our life experience would show us later, we weren't even that wrong.

However, the experience led to a different way of dealing with one another. Before the film, we colleagues were on our way to meet friends, of course with sexual ulterior motives. But now we looked openly under the mini skirts of the girls (which was no problem if they went up the stairs in front of us and wiggled their butts) and they in turn were interested in whether their charms would not cause a bulge in our pants. In any case, that was how her furtive glances at the end of the stairs could be interpreted. Over the next few days and weeks, our dealings with each other became more and more suggestive and ambiguous. It looked as if Guido had found interest in Renate, Monika turtled with Gerd, Helga had an eye on Dieter and I couldn't get Maria out of my head.