Ch. 5

The question "Alder, what's wrong with you?", Which David now asked me with an undertone that made it clear that he couldn't understand what was happening with me, I could only answer with a shrug. "I don't know what that was. I just couldn't get any sound out." Lars got involved and said: "At the last party you two were almost inseparable and constantly babbling. We thought you would melt into one person at any moment." I replied, "I know something was different." I didn't really want to reveal to them that I felt a strange tingling sensation in my stomach at the sight of them, which simply gave me no opportunity to have a clear thought because so much was going through my head.

It was now 10:30 p.m. Both the mood and the music were good and the guests were also in a good mood when the police showed up for the first time to do the usual party inspection and check on us. But since everything seemed fine and there were no rioting or other disputes, they left the festivities after a few minutes, not without throwing a more parentally meant "don't drink so much" into the group. As always at such celebrations, of course, everyone agreed that one would never drink that much.

Lars and David tried again half drunk to approach two young women. They probably actually enjoyed it, because they talked very lively. I myself sat a little closer to the campfire and looked a little absent-mindedly into the play of flames and embers, so that I did not notice that someone was approaching from behind. "Well, so alone here by the fire, young man?", The well-known female voice brought me from my absence and I drove around a little scared. But I looked into Stefanie's smiling, almost beaming face. She herself seemed a little startled by my abrupt reaction and winced. "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." "Too late," I replied with a smile. " accidentally touching her bottom rather than her arm. The feeling of that was almost overwhelming. This short moment in which my hand was on her bum and I had now also felt a little how well shaped it was at this point, I got the blush of shame to my head again. I just gave a little meek "excuse me" from me. accidentally touching her bottom rather than her arm. The feeling of that was almost overwhelming. This short moment in which my hand was on her bum and I had now also felt a little how well shaped it was at this point, I got the blush of shame to my head again. I just gave a little meek "excuse me" from me.

I hastily began to work on the towel, which was spread out big enough for both of us. After she sat down and I finally had the courage to look directly at her again, she said with a smile: "What have you apologized for now?" Without waiting for the answer, but also without taking her eyes off me, she went on: "I know that you would never reach anywhere I don't want to, out of pure intent, Mark. I already know you well enough for that You don't need to be uncomfortable either. " She put her hand on my arm, probably to emphasize what she said. "But hopefully to make you feel a little better ... Sorry, accepted." Whereupon she leaned over to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. Not one that you get when you say goodbye or say hello. This one was different, a little longer, more tender. Maybe I was just imagining it.