Ch. 3

3. The party

Three months later it was time to celebrate my birthday. We boys got together and got beer and apple grains, the girls made meatballs and salads. The old RPG still worked. Since the trams and buses did not yet have night traffic, we started at 6 p.m. so that the last person could go home safely by 11 p.m. at the latest.

With loud music we danced a little (fidgeting describes the sequence of movements more accurately in most cases), yelled at each other when we thought we had to say something and destroyed the alcohol supplies. At some point the music got quieter and quieter and the girls began to dance bracing blues together.

Damn it! That looked really cool! There must be something wrong with the theory that proper dancing is only for wimps.

So get up and grab the bacon. Renate was the best fit for Guido just because of her size, Helga had Dieter in her arms (who was so shy that he first tried to free himself from his grip), I grabbed Maria and little Monika was standing on Gerd's shoes and kissed him.

Oh damn! What now? Did Maria want to be kissed too? Or would I get a slap in the face? There had been no smooching in our clique, at least in public, because we didn't want to expose ourselves to the ridicule of others! The slag lying half drunk on the couch promptly pointed his fingers at the two of them to draw the attention of the rest of us.

A typical situation in which you can only lose! Do something, it's wrong. Don't do anything, just like that! Somehow I felt challenged in my honor. To do nothing was not my style, so test. I didn't get a slap! Passed the test! Uff!

We boys more or less all had a girl in our arms for the first time and it was difficult for us not to press our erectile tissue against the mons of our partners. That would have been too embarrassing. But slowly the mood changed and a slight touch of eroticism floated in the room. Suddenly everyone was kissing at the same time. First gentle touches on the lips and again and again shy looks at Monika, who had switched to the French kiss. Oops, there was obviously an advanced chapter in the smooch manual. Try it.

The music was over and the next track was unfortunately much too heavy for brace blues. We sat down, refilled plates and glasses and processed the new experiences in our minds. Did i do everything right? Or turned me on to stupid? It took almost an hour and more beer and apple grains before the next Klammerblues was played. Norbert and Jürgen had run away in the meantime. Either because they were drunk or because they felt like the fifth wheel on the car when they were pairing, or both.

Now the whole thing has been approached more relaxed. Parts of the body below the belt were approaching. The boys were suddenly proud to be able to press the girls in the stomach despite the alcohol and the girls were proud to be able to provoke such a reaction in the boys. My (?!) Maria had also come up with something. She purposely raised her right thigh higher than necessary in the brace blues; obviously the bitch wanted to irritate me further. Without realizing how good it was for her, I had started to stroke her back with my hands, almost to the bottom. When I realized that I was in forbidden terrain and kept my hands still, she whispered in my ear: "Go on, that's nice" and licked my earlobe.

Well. Could have. I let my right hand wander further south, slid it under the waistband of her skirt and put it on her panties.

Ok, I admit it. Actually, I wanted to be even more cheeky and on her bare buttocks, but find all the entrances in the new area without signs!

While I was stroking Maria's bottom and pressing her to my cock, my left hand got lost in the direction of the blouse. Maria noticed immediately what was going on, of course, but since she was no longer sober herself or perhaps had wet panties as her own, she bent her upper body back slightly to allow me to enter. I embraced my first female breast! Well almost, because the bra was still in the way. Stupid invention!

I looked around proudly like Oskar. But instead of admiring my courage or at least taking our activities as an example, the others were busy with themselves!

Monika had climbed down from Gerd's feet and had one hand on his neck. She pulled him down to kiss him long and deep. Only if you looked closely you noticed that her second hand was missing. If you took a closer look, you found the hand between the two at the level of his fly. She stroked his bump dreamily. As a precaution, Gerd didn't do anything wrong, he probably thought, and preferred to enjoy her touch.

Renate and Guido just smooched a little, but otherwise held back and Helga and Dieter somehow didn't make any progress either. She was obviously too brash for his shyness and so Dieter first looked at the hustle and bustle of the others, while Helga was frustrated and despaired of her lean body. Little did she know that Dieter was into lean ribs, but he was just too shy to tell her that too.

Unfortunately, there was a knock on the door and I quickly pulled my naughty fingers to the light. My parents pointed out that it was time to take the last bus and so the practical part of the biology class came to an abrupt end. I guess I wasn't the only one relaxing that evening.