Johanna Morgenthau and the Search for the Cinnamon Ice Cream
An erotic novel.
The plot takes place in Germany in 1994, in an unnamed city.
All characters in the story are at least 18 years old.
==== Chapter Seven: Night Live ====
== A City Stroll at Night ==
Naked. Back in the city. It's after midnight, and the moon shines in the sky. Johanna glides through the night air, landing quite roughly on a multi-story townhouse in the historic town, several roof tiles slide off and rain down into the garden.
What is she actually looking for? She's not sure why she's here. Since the visit to the director, there's been a confusing jumble in her head.
She lies down on the roof tiles, looking at the moon. The moon gently kisses her forehead and embraces her. She breathes out in relief. The noise in her head subsides, and she can feel the people in the houses below her. She listens to their heartbeats.
She hears the excited hearts of a young couple, likely on their way to the bedroom.
She moves to the next roof, letting herself drop through the skylight. Third floor. She opens the apartment door. It's locked, but she can open it anyway, at least for a very brief moment. She never felt the need to think much about how it works. It's something the other Johanna brought with her, now it's part of her.
She turns off the light in the hallway, becoming part of the shadow. The bedroom is dim, only a bedside lamp is on. She watches the two.
Both look around the room. They can probably sense someone is there, but Johanna is too well hidden; they don't see her.
It's so surreal. She stands right next to them, but like in a blind spot. She strokes their necks. The closer she is to them, the easier it is not to be noticed. The woman smells of lavender and lemon; she likes the scent. The man smells like a car workshop. He's washed but can't quite get rid of it.
She rests her chin on the woman's shoulder and whispers very softly, "Don't let me disturb you. I'm not really here. Enjoy each other. Give in to each other."
The young woman shivers briefly, then continues to undress the man.
Amazing. Sneaking unseen through hallways is one thing, but this is something else.
Johanna caresses the couple as they kiss. She kisses him while the woman takes his cock into her mouth and starts to suck. Johanna lies beside her as he kneels between her legs and starts to fuck her. She looks so beautiful as pleasure slowly builds within her. Johanna likes how her breasts feel.
Gently, she guides the man towards herself, directing his hips to her lap. The woman looks at her while her partner begins to fuck Johanna. Her eyes dart around, trying to understand what's happening but she can't see Johanna.
Johanna has had enough, she pushes the man back to his partner, who wraps her arms around him and holds him tightly. He continues thrusting into her until he comes. Exhausted, they lie down to cuddle.
Johanna lies between them, both cuddling up to her. Both are in love, and it feels nice to lie here with them. They want a child, but the woman is worried about money. Slowly and carefully, Johanna takes this worry, wraps one end around her index finger, and gently pulls it out of the young woman's head. The woman sighs and breathes out in relief.
After a while, Johanna gets up, leaving the young couple to their dreams, and continues her tour.
On the first floor lives a family; she goes into their apartment. The parents are already asleep. The son is still awake. She lies down on his bed, watching him. He could be handsome if they let him out in the sun and had him chop wood now and then. His computer is running. She looks through his bookshelf. No art crimes there, good.
He turns off the monitor, picks up a magazine. She watches him as he unzips his pants and slowly starts to stimulate his penis while looking at the women in the magazine. Johanna watches him masturbate for a bit, rubbing herself.
Finally, she speaks to him: „Young man, this won't do."
He startles, staring at the naked Johanna. His brain seems unable to process or explain her presence. On hands and knees, Johanna crawls over to him, firmly taking the magazine from his hand.
"A flock of young women out there are longing for an understanding, caring boyfriend. And here you are, wasting your manhood on a magazine. That's not right."
She strokes his thighs. He starts to say something, but she places a finger on his lips, "Shhh." She smiles at him. "You'll start a dance class and get some sun, okay? And do some sports."
She gives him a big kiss on the mouth. "There's a girl out there who would love to take care of your magic wand."
She takes his cock into her mouth and starts to suck. She continues until he comes in her mouth. She kisses him, with the semen still in her mouth. Takes the magazine and drops it into the wastebasket.
She kisses him goodbye on the forehead, "Goodbye, handsome boy."
She disappears from the apartment.
What now? She lies down on the wooden floor of the staircase. Feels the house. Next door, second floor. She tries for the first time to go directly through the wall into the next house. After a quarter of an hour, she gives up and takes the route over the roof.
The apartment is empty, good, Johanna has a craving. Off to the kitchen. Freezer? No cinnamon ice cream, that would have been too good. Fridge? Ah, jackpot! She fries herself a steak in butter, rare of course, and devours it greedily. Leaves everything as is; doing dishes isn't her forte.
Was that it? Or is there someone else she wants to visit? Yes.
The woman in the apartment above her sits in her nightgown on the edge of the bed, shivering slightly. She holds a framed photo, looking at it. Johanna sits behind her on the bed, gently resting her chin on the woman's shoulder, they look at the photo together, it's a photo of her husband. She misses him a lot; he's on a job in Chile. He has beautiful eyes, a kind smile.
Johanna places her hand on the woman's heart. She relaxes, puts the picture away, and lies down in bed. Johanna lies down with her. The woman starts to cry softly. Johanna strokes her hair. Holds her tight, holds her for a long time until she feels safe again.
Johanna is still hungry. A different kind of hunger. But the lonely woman isn't the right one. She hears the couple above her. Who argues at this hour? She strokes the woman's hair one last time; she sighs. Then she leaves her, going up the stairs to the next floor.
The woman is throwing kitchen items at her husband. She can't accept that she married a normal man; she always dreamed of a prince, of servants. And now she has to do all the work. The man flees the apartment for his early shift.
Johanna grins and watches the woman. No one has ever looked as much like prey as this woman does. She has found who will satiate her hunger for today.
The woman continues to scream at the apartment door even after the man has been gone for minutes. Johanna licks her teeth. She pounces on the woman, throws her to the ground, no foreplay, she tears her pants open with her claws and sinks her teeth into the woman's vulva. The woman screams, for a moment, flailing her arms. No matter. Johanna feasts on her, drinks deeply, in a greedy frenzy. The woman twitches uncontrollably, like an epilepsy patient. The woman tastes bitter, sharp, but full of energy. Johanna laughs loudly after drinking. She grins broadly at the woman. The woman looks at her, unable to comprehend what has happened.
== Teacher and Students ==
Johanna grabs Thomas during the big break, pulling him into a quiet corner: "Hey, we need to talk for a sec."
"Yeah? What are you plotting now?"
"Plotting? How rude! But what did you think about the meeting with Mrs. Wagner?"
"I can hardly believe it actually happened. I can barely concentrate in math anymore."
"Good, it's all useless stuff no one needs anyway. If you can't quite believe it, maybe I should make you some prints. Have you talked to anyone about it?"
"Only with Sören, but he said he'll only believe it when he sees the pictures."
"Well, okay, then I'll show him the pictures. Monika will come to the old workshop again after school on Friday. Up for it again?"
"Screw Mrs. Wagner again? Of course, why even ask! Can Sören come along?"
"Yes, Sören and a few more. Let's think about who we like and who's trustworthy."
Together, they consider whom to invite on Friday.
