The campus nerd channels his Bavarian Roots at a frat party, and wins the heart of the frauline freshman.

by CBSummers, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.

 

PART TWO – October 6, 1992

Normally

I found it impossible to be spontaneous around hot chicks like this,

but something about being in that costume, thinking about my

grandfather’s irrepressible charm brought out a boldness in me which I didn’t normally possess. I put my arm around this hot, blue-eyed fraulein and said, in my worst German accent, “Yah, and dis here is mein liebchen, Helga Boob en schteen.”

She corrected me comically, “Not Boob en schteen… Boob en schtein!” Everyone in the entire room laughed themselves silly. Then Helga loudly introduced the girls. “May I introducen mein fellow pledges from ze Tau Nu Upsilon Sorority? Ya, dis here is Gertruda Cock en suck en.”

Everyone laughed at her crude pun, but I clicked my heels together very seriously, like a proper Austrian man, and said “Guten abend, Gertruda,” then I bowed and kissed the back of the adorable redhead’s soft little hand.

Helga went on, pointing to a busty little African American girl, who looked quite stunning in her bright orange dirndl. “And zis here is little Heidi Ho. Yah, she’s an actual ho!” I clicked my heels together, and kissed Heidi’s hand. “And dis vun here ist Muschi von Kitten licker.” Muschi,

who had short black hair and snow-white skin, leaned forward and

presented her cheek to me, so I kissed it, laying my lips on the second

female of my life. Her skin was as soft as silk.

Helga gestured toward a cute blonde with bright pink circles painted on her cheeks, saying, “nd, finally, mein beste freunden,

Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein… the third.” Hildegard laughed,

then turned and wiggled her ass at me. I bowed deeply and said, “Very

nice to meet you, Herr Fuck me up the ass en stein.” She wiggled her ass

again, right in my face, so I leaned down a little farther and kissed

her right on her behind, and the crowd went wild. I was surprising the

shit out of myself. My grandfather’s DNA was having a field day with my

confidence. I raised my oversized prop stein, and shouted, “Beer! Ve must haff beer!!”

Helga

had an identical stein, and so we filled them together from the keg and

chugged them while everyone clapped, until they were empty. I saw that

beer was leaking out of her defective stein and dripping all over her

glorious, copper colored cleavage, making her white top wet enough for

me to see the lacy blue bra she was wearing under it. Oh shit. I

couldn’t take my eyes off her tits. She caught me looking, but instead

of getting mad, she just looked down at her breasts and said, “Oops. I

can be zo clumzy zometimes, liebchen! You know how I am!” She ran her fingers over her soaked cleavage.

I don’t know what came over me, but I took her wrist in my hand and said, clicking my heels together, “Allow me, fraulein Boob en schtein.”

And I wrapped my lips around her fingertips and licked them dry of

beer. She just stared at me with the biggest smile on her face, and her

eyes twinkling. My god! Who was I?

I

had no idea what to do next, but some joker saved me by playing a polka

on the stereo. Without missing a beat, Helga shouted, “Shall ve dance, mein liebchen?”

She didn’t even wait for me to answer. She just grabbed my hand and

dragged me to the middle of the floor and we started to polka.

I’d

been to a few polkas when I was a kid, so I knew the basic moves, and a

few of the special ones, and I guess Helga had been to a few polkas

too, because she kept right up with me. Soon, everyone was clapping and

cheering and snapping photographs, and at least ten others, who knew how

to polka, joined in, including Heidi Ho! Where a black girl learned to

polka is anybody’s guess. When the song finally ended, I lifted my stein

and shouted the traditional Oktoberfest starting cheer, which for some

reason popped to mind even though I thought I’d forgotten it years ago

“O' zapft is! THE KEG IS TAPPED! LET OKTOBERFEST BEGIN!!!”

After

the ear-splitting cheer, the music switched back to hip hop, and the

lights dimmed, and the disco lights began to flash, and soon Helga and I

were dancing in the center of a crowd, this time gyrating like fools,

just like everyone else on the dance floor. By the third song, I was

utterly smitten with her. She had such a bold, fearless spirit, that I

just let all of my nerdy inhibitions go, and danced, not caring how

stupid I looked, because my eyes were glued to her. Her breasts. Her coppery face. Her stunning, sky-blue eyes. And

she was looking right back at me, sometimes smiling, but sometimes with

an expression on her face that reminded me of the expression I’d seen

on Briona’s face while Troy was fucking her. Damn. Helga was giving me sex face! It was unbelievably cool!

The

third song was a raunchy rap song that was bit that year, Baby Got

Back, and suddenly Heidi Ho, Helga’s black friend, appeared in front of

me and started grinding her ass against my crotch. I’d never danced like

this before, but there were other couples doing it, so I put my hands

on her hips and grinded away. I started to get a boner, so I turned

around, afraid she might feel it. But then Gertruda Cocken sucken,

an adorable freckle-faced girl, with vivid red hair, started grinding

her ass into my crotch instead, apparently unconcerned about the fact

that I was rubbing my erection against her. Or maybe even enjoying it!

It was an incredible feeling. Then Heidi put her arms around me from

behind, and started grinding her crotch against my ass, and now I was

sandwiched between two Bavarian hotties, feeling Heidi’s firm tits

rubbing all over my back. My mind was now officially blown. But I rolled

with it. Why the fuck not? It was Oktoberfest!

Then when that song ended, Hildegard Fuck me up the ass en stein switched with Heidi, and Helga von Boob en schtein switched with Gertruda,

and now I was feeling Helga’s large, coppery tits flopping back and

forth across my back. Hildegard was a bit drunk by this time, so she

leaned forward and started rubbing her ass up and down, grinding her

pussy against my cock, making it look exactly like I was fucking her.

She even started making orgasmic sounds. And I realized that in all

likelihood, my cock was actually rubbing against more than just her ass.

In fact, it might be rubbing right against her tight little pussy!

Shit, this was getting way out of hand! Then I noticed that the older

sisters in her sorority were watching us with great amusement. Maybe

this was part of their initiation ceremony. But I didn’t care. If she

wanted to dry hump me in a room full of people, more power to her. She

even grabbed my wrists and pulled my hands up to her tits! Oh shit! They

weren’t all that big, but I could feel the hard lumps of her nipples

bouncing under my fingers as I squeezed her little grapefruits.

I

began to feel the warning signs of an impending orgasm coming on

strong. Oh my god, I was going to blow my load feeling the first tits of

my life! But at just the last minute, the final girl in Helga’s harem, Muschi von Kittenlicker,

pushed Hildegard aside, but instead of grinding her ass against mine,

she faced me and started gyrating against me in time with Helga behind

me. Now two sexy women were rubbing her tits against me, and my cock got

enough of a reprieve that my urge to cum faded mercifully away.

Muschi’s paper

pale face was flush with devastating sexiness, but she wasn’t looking

at me. She was looking past me at Helga. And in spite of how much I was

enjoying this once-in-a-lifetime experience, I think I detected pure

infatuation in Muschi’s expression. She

didn’t make eye contact with me even once, but she kept licking her lips

as if she wanted to kiss someone. I bent toward her, suddenly excited

about kissing another girl, but she just shifted to the other side, her

eyes staring past me, and looking down at Helga’s ample cleavage. Oh

shit… she wants to kiss her friend! I turned to look at Helga’s

beautiful copper colored face in the flashing disco light, but she

appeared to be totally unaware of Muschi’s lustful looks.

The

song changed, and now all the Bavarian girls crowded around me and

began to rub their bodies and butts, all over me. It was dark, and the

lights were flashing, and I had no idea who was who, but my hand

definitely squeezed another girl’s breast for a few seconds, maybe Heidi

Ho’s and I also fondled a couple of their asses, running my fingers

over their delightful butt, cracks. It was almost like I was in some

kind of fully clothed orgy!

But then, halfway through the song, a hand grasped mine, and pulled me off the dance floor. It was Helga Boobenschtein.

She grinned back at me as she pulled me out the front door, leaving her

friends behind, obviously sick of sharing me with them. She wanted me

all to herself. That was just fine with me. It was getting pretty weird

anyway. Helga and I ran hand in hand through the campus, laughing like

lunatics. I suppose the beer had gone to our heads, because we were

utterly silly with hilarity. I never was much of a drinker. When we’d

run ourselves tired, we sat down on a bench, still holding hands.

After she caught her breath, she said in her regular voice, “I lied to you earlier, my name’s not really Helga Boobenschtein.”

“Ach du lieber! I’m shocked! Is it Boobenschteen after all?”

She laughed and said, “No. My real name is Annie Stoltz. And yes, that is a German name.”

I dropped the accent and said, “You sure don’t look German!”

“No…

my mother’s Brazilian. I got my black hair and dark skin from her. But I

learned to polka from my dad. He also gave me these eyes.” Indeed, her

eyes were the most amazing baby-blue color I’d ever seen. They almost

glowed against her copper colored face.

“Well, I have a surprise for you too. I’m not really Helmutt von Wiener. My name is Hans Willis.”

Annie laughed, “You have German name too? That’s too perfect!”

“My grandpa’s from Austria, and my grandma from my mother’s side is Bavarian.”

“Oh my god. What

are the odds that two half-Germans would meet at an Oktoberfest party

in Illinois, dressed in matching costumes? It’s a good thing I don’t

believe in fate, or I’d say it was fate.”

I

laughed, “I don’t believe in fate, either, but show me the evidence,

and I’ll be happy to reconsider. But in any large sampling, like life,

coincidences are bound to happen. And they have to happen to somebody. In this case, to us.”

“Spoken like a true scientist, Hans.”

I smiled. But for some reason, I wanted to avoid talking about science. That’s what had derailed my date with Briona. So instead I said, “That party was off the hook!”

She blushed. “I’m sorry about the girls. They’re a bunch of sluts. Except for Muschi… her real name is Barbara. She’s a lesbian.”

“Yeah. I kinda noticed. And I think she has the hot for you, Annie.”

Annie laughed, “I know. I know. I keep telling her I’m not into it, but she just wont give up. But I love her to death. And you enjoyed our little dance, didn’t you?”