After offering me an orange flavored Starburst from the colorful stick in her hands, Natasha chose a pink one for herself . She popped it in between her lips and pulled the wrapper out a moment later, flicking it into the trash can near by. One thing that I loved about Natasha was her love of symbolism, possibly coming from her love of Goethe, Germany's most famous poet, often I didn't know what the sign meant until it was too late, but this one I already new.
Natasha and I were waiting for the bus to go to Schloss Tatsenberg, home of Professor Tatsenberg. We had seen a poster on the wall outside our classroom at the University advertising a party that he was giving that Friday night.
"So, how's that new mystery coming?" I asked, Natasha had borrowed one of the mystery books that I had brought over from the States.
"Great! I finished it! It was so gripping; it took me, like, two days to read it! I was so caught up trying to decide who the murderer is, I couldn't put it down! I got lucky though, I totally figured out who'd done it, before I actually got to the end! I must be getting good at this," she grinned at me as the bus pulled up. "Wouldn't it be fun to have a real mystery to solve, like in the books? Like if someone wrote a mystery set here?"
We boarded and, as there were no free seats we had to stand near the back exit. Several other college students and middle-aged people crowded into the Bus as well, so we squished together. Natasha let me pull her against me, as my free hand rested on her hip. Hardly anyone seemed to notice us. Like most bus situations, everyone seemed to try their hardest to ignore the surrounding people.
"Have you heard about Schloss Tastensberg?" Natasha asked, her green eyes flashing with excitement under her bangs, dyed black for the occasion.
"No."
"I've heard from some people that girls always lose their jewelry there, but no one's been able to figure out why," Natasha said, as the bus drove past the fourteenth century buildings that lined the main street of the town. Their windows seemed like eyes leering down at us.
"Well, you'll just have to stay right by me so that nothing of yours gets stolen," I cooed, pulling her closer to me by her hips. She ground her butt into me, and I know she could feel my member growing in my pants.
"Hmhm, someone's turned on, and the night hasn't even started yet," she whispered, looking up at me with a knowing smile. I took advantage of the moment and kissed her on her lips. I could taste the pink Starburst in her mouth, and could smell it on her breath. She snaked her tongue into my mouth just for a second, that strong, sensuous, muscle working its magic for oh too brief a second.
We seemed to melt into each other, with all the bouncing of the bus, I pulled her even tighter against me, moving my hand up to her belly, feeling her soft abdomen rising and falling with her breathing. She always felt so soft and cuddly, like I big playful teddy bear. I let my hand slide back down to the tip of her pants, wanting to get a peak at what she was wearing down there, but she stopped me just in time, squishing my against her warm, soft tummy, holding me there.
'Not yet, sweaty, not yet," she cooed into my mouth, giving me a little love bite as she did. By this time our stop had come up. Natasha pulled the cord next where we were standing.
The bus started driving up a hill and our stop finally came at the top just outside the lawn of the castle property. A wall of rain greeted us as we exited, and we had to run to the front door to keep from getting soaked.
We knocked on the door and waited. After waiting a while, we knocked again, the rain was coming down harder, if possible, and a bolt of lightning crashed in the distance. Natasha cuddled up to for warmth, we hadn't dressed for the cold, and I could fell her nipple hardening, even through her shirt. As a second bolt of lighting resounded across the fields the words "Welkommen," coming a soft quiet voice startled us. We both jumped and turned around finding that the voice belonged to an old thin man, who appeared to be the butler, "Kommen Sie bitte rein," he said and stood waved us inside. Slightly shaken we did as we were bade.
*******
The Butler took us passed the drawing room, and into the "Ballroom," where the heat and the sound of Latin music over took us and the spook outside became a long distant memory. We walked along the outside of the wooden floor to the bar in the back. Natasha bobbed her way between the chairs, tables, and people, bobbing to the beat of the salsa music playing on the speakers. I turned to watch the people who had gathered on the dance floor, taking in the bright colors of all the dresses, shirts, and skirts as I followed. I caught sight of our host, Professor Tastenberg dancing with one of his female guests.
He moved well for a man in his fifties. His hair was a light brown, starting to go gray at the edges, he was still thin but was starting to develop a pot belly. He moved with quick lively steps, and seemed to have know trouble keeping his young guest entertained; he liked to dance close , and moved his hands up and down her back and through her hair, as they twisted and turned on the dance floor. I had the fleeting impression that our host was a lecherous old man, but kicked myself sharply for it, I hadn't even met him yet!
I spotted, Jessica; another fellow American student sitting at a table near the bar with another girl, who we knew well. During our first week in Germany Natasha and I had found out that she had been a dancer, just like Natasha. She quit after tearing a muscle in her leg while warming up for a performance. We all loved Germany, but while Natasha and I were German Majors, Jessica was an International Business Major, whose family had come from Germany.
Jessica always reminded me of a pixy, her Page Boy-style hair came down to her chin, straight black and shiny. Her round face was radiant, glowing with a flush in her cheeks and excitement in her blue eyes, a look she always has after she's been dancing. In lobes of her ears she wore her new pearl earrings, which she had inherited from her Grandmother. She held herself upright, displaying her thin frame.
All three of us lived in the same dorm build, so we often met on weeknights to study and work on homework. Which is how Natasha and I met Inge, Jessica's roommate, who often helped us practiced our German. She was an Environmental Studies Major, and she and Jessica seemed to be the best of friends.
Inge's hair fell to her shoulders and hung around her oval face, framing it. She had a smile that seemed to say; 'I know I'm great, so don't try and flatter me.' Inge had not been a dancer in her youth, but she had learned Salsa when a friend took to a class at the University and she had been hooked on it ever since. She got much of her practice from the many parties given by her friends, which she also took Jessica to. Her breasts were bigger than Natasha's and strained against the confines of her purple spaghetti strap shirt, her nipples seemed to be larger than normal, especially as she had a bra on, though I pretended not to notice.
After we all said hello and Natasha exchanged kisses with the two girls, Jessica and Inge got off their stools and went out onto the dance floor.
They were very graceful to watch. They each moved very fast, twisting their hips and shoulders with their steps, their footwork flawlessly supporting their wide movements. Their arms were toned and muscular as they danced. Inge had her right hand on Jessica's shoulder blades, the blonde's left hand holding hers close to their bodies, Inge told me that after having danced with so many guys who couldn't lead she decided to just "play the guy" herself..
The Inge's hips swayed side to side in her form fitting cargos, as she twisted her hips and put a foot back, in that sexy, rolling way Latin dancers do. Jessica had learned Salsa at her home University before she came over and Inge had been teaching her more, so Jessica didn't move quite as naturally as, but she was a natural dancer and didn't have much trouble keeping up; .
Inge spun Jessica around so her bare upper back was against the blond's breasts, squishing into them. To get out of the cuddle the Inge tapped the pixie with her upper arm on the girls back, and the dark haired girl bent forward, flashing Natasha and I her cleavage, as she took quick, smooth, tiptoe steps back, under the blondes arm, and came back out. With their arms crossed Inge spun her self around to get back out.
"Don't her nipples seem a little bigger than normal today?" Natasha whispered.
"Yeah, now that you mention it," I said, "wonder why?"
