Popping All Cherries

Popping all cherries

This is the first episode of a three-part story. It is about a young and brilliant, but very shy mathematics professor, who spends a weekend with two of his students, a married couple. During that weekend, the roles are reversed: The students teach the professor a few things about life, and make him experience many things that he could only dream about until then.

I publish this in the group sex category because of part 2 and 3

Part 1: A Day with Elise

It was around eleven in the morning on a Saturday that promised to be hot and steamy. My train arrived at the main train station of the German city of Heidelberg. I had enjoyed a beautiful three-hour high-speed train ride from Munich, where I live. Certainly vastly more relaxing than the four hours it takes by car, if traffic is fluid, which it never is.

It was the start of an amazing weekend that would have a lasting impact on my life, although I had no idea about that yet.

I am a 37-year-old mathematics professor at Munich University. My name is Jonathan. I was visiting a couple, Elise and Otto, who had taken lectures from me in Munich. Elise went on to get a doctorate in Munich, and Otto got a well-paid job as a statistical analyst working for an insurance company.

Elise and Otto were about 21 years old when they took my lectures, and I was 29. I am a pretty successful mathematician, if I may say so myself. I received a junior professorship at the age of 28, which is extremely young. The students adored me like a rock star. They saw me as the perfect role model for their own career. Perhaps my looks helped as well, at least that is what I am secretly hoping.

After obtaining her doctorate, Elise accepted a junior position in Heidelberg. These are typically three-year positions, during which someone has to prove that they can stand on their own feet as a mathematician. Just a year earlier Elise and Otto had gotten married. Otto had no difficulties finding a job in the Heidelberg area. Statisticians are in high demand in the insurance business.

During my lectures, I had started really liking Elise personally. She is smart and witty, and it was always a pleasure talking to her. I had less interaction with Otto, and I had no idea that the two were dating each other. Although she did her doctorate with a colleague of mine, I saw her on a regular basis during coffee breaks, lunches and parties, and I started liking her even more. I did have a strong feeling that the appreciation was mutual.

There was never anything even remotely romantic between us, although we did occasionally enjoy making each other laugh with naughty remarks. But these were never personal remarks. They were typically about other people, or events in the news.

When Elise told me she was moving to Heidelberg, I told her, "That is a beautiful city, at least that is what I have always been told. Unfortunately, I have never been there. I have only passed it at very high speed in my car on the autobahn."

"Once we are settled there, you should visit us," said Elise. "It is only about three hours by train."

But as usually happens with such invitations, it was kind of forgotten. I decided not to contact her about it, because I was certain she had better things to do than to host her professor, who was from a different generation. She is 29 now, so our age difference is only eight years, but that is a lot at that age.

A few weeks ago Elise visited her old institute in Munich for a scientific meeting, and she came to my office and knocked on my door.

"Hi Jonathan, how are you?"

"I am fine, what about you?"

"I am doing very well, thank you! My recent work got quite a bit of attention, or as they would say today, it went viral."

"Yes, I have noticed that. Congratulations!" Although I am not exactly in the same field of study as Elise, her success was big enough to have gotten my attention.

I was very pleased with her success. It was always a joy to see one of my pupils thrive, but with her the feeling was stronger. I felt some kind of personal connection to her. The fact that she was a woman was certainly part of that, but it was not love. At least I think it wasn't. But it was a kind of bond I could not imagine having with a male colleague.

When she was about to leave my office, she said, "By the way, you still have a standing invitation to visit us in Heidelberg. Maybe we should fix a date."

"She remembered!" I thought. "Apparently it was more than just a casual invitation. She still thinks of me after having left for almost a year."

So I decided to fix a date, on a Saturday in August. Elise had told me that she and Otto would pick me up at the station, then show me around the city and perhaps the surrounding area, go out for dinner, and then I would stay in their house. They had a comfortable guest room, she said. Then I would return to Munich late Sunday afternoon.

I should mention something important about myself because it will play a role in the rest of the story. Even though I am already 37, I was still a virgin when I arrived in Heidelberg. I am not very good at approaching girls, to say the least. Everything is working against me. I am very shy, and in addition, I am a mathematician, the nerdiest of nerds.

Sure, most mathematicians eventually get married, but I know quite a few colleagues who are in the same situation, although this is rarely talked about. Some of them may not have any interest in sex at all. I have been told such a condition exists, but for me, that is unimaginable, because I am very much interested in sex. That made my situation much harder to live with.

Apart from my extreme shyness, I am fairly normal in these matters. I watch and read porn, and I masturbate regularly. I get more easily excited with erotic literature than from watching videos. From that literature I have learned a lot about the subject. I know everything about vaginas and female orgasms, sexual positions, oral sex, and even some kinky stuff, but all my knowledge is purely theoretical. The need to experience the real thing became more and more pressing.

Once I talked about this with a friend, and he suggested that maybe I should visit a prostitute in order to solve at least the sexual side of the problem. There is no shortage of brothels in Munich, and I have often looked at their websites.

But I could not gather the courage to go there and ring the bell. In addition, I considered prostitution something immoral. I had heard and read stories of exploitation of women, and I did not want to be part of that. I had been wondering if I really wanted to die as a moral virgin, or if I should just surrender to some immorality for a day, and lose my trauma.

I want to live as a decent guy. Although I am from a rather conservative Catholic family, religion has nothing to do with it. I think every human has to live according to the highest moral standards. I was trying to fix my rules using logic, as a mathematician would do, and I put the bar rather high for myself.

I am the kind of guy who will tell the waiter that he forgot to put a beer on the bill. During my weekend with Elise and Otto, my moral standards came under severe stress, and I realize now that, in addition to my shyness, this also contributed to my virginity trauma.

Otto knew about my 'virginity trauma', but as far as I knew Elise did not. At the party celebrating her doctorate, I was talking with some guys, including Otto. We talked about the famous English mathematician and physicist Isaac Newton. One guy said, "Isn't it bizarre that he understood the tides, but never traveled to the sea, to see the actual ebb and flow?"

At that moment realized that there is a lot of similarity between Newton and me. I have a lot of theoretical knowledge of sex, but never experienced the real thing.

Then another guy said "Did you know that Newton died a virgin? Despite all his curiosity, he never explored the body of a woman. Can you imagine that?"

Under the influence of too much beer, I said, "I can," without thinking ahead.

"You poor guy!" said Otto, and everybody started laughing.

Probably this was only intended as a joke, but I blushed. I think my head became as red as a lobster. Otto noticed, took me aside, and said, "Sorry about that remark."

I said, "Please don't talk about this to anyone, especially Elise. It is too embarrassing."

"Don't worry," he said. "It will remain a secret. Good luck with it!"

However, none of this was on my mind as the train stopped in Heidelberg. It was going to be a touristic visit, nothing more. Elise and Otto were a completely normal German couple, I thought.

I walked to the end of the platform, where we had agreed to meet, and I saw only Elise standing there.

She hugged me and kissed me on both cheeks. It is a very common way of greeting around here, but we were not in the habit of doing that. Even when I congratulated her on her doctorate, I only shook her hand.

She wore jeans, as usual, sturdy shoes for walking, and a white top with lots of red hearts on it, in various sizes. Not something she would wear to the office, I thought. She had a pleasant, but discrete flowery smell, and had her hair in a ponytail. She would not stand out in a crowd, but I found her adorable. A real cutie.

"This morning Otto got a phone call from his mother," she said. "She said she was sick and needed his help. Otto's father died a few years ago. Since that time she is often asking her children to keep her company. Often with implausible excuses, but Otto cannot say no to her. So he drove to her house and will stay there tonight. Tomorrow her sister will take over from him, and Otto will return to Heidelberg around midday."

"So where does his mother live?" I asked.

"She lives in Trier, about three hours from here."

I could not help noticing that Otto had no objection to leaving his wife alone at home with a guy. In addition, with a guy who saw his wife as pleasant company, as he had undoubtedly noticed. But I assumed that he saw me as too shy and too obsessively decent to be of any danger.

He was not wrong about the latter. There was no chance that I would ever make a move on a married woman. Although my mind switched to fantasy mode for a brief moment when I realized I was going to be alone with Elise, I rejected these fantasies as firmly as I could.

Elise interrupted my thoughts. "What are you thinking about? Typical mathematician, always distracted," she said. "Since Otto has the car, we will have to take a taxi home. Then we will make an excursion on foot through the city."

She showed me their apartment. It had three bedrooms, and they used one of them as the "sports room," as she called it. They did a lot of sports, especially running and bicycling. The room contained two racing bicycles, and various sport-related items, such as a basketball and two tennis rackets, and a large cupboard with doors with mirrors.

There was one master bedroom with a large double bed. "That's where Otto and I sleep," she said, "and other things, of course." She winked naughtily. Then she showed me the guest room. It had a single bed. "This is where you sleep," she said. I just stopped short of adding, "and other things." She told me to leave my bag there.

"Here is the bathroom," she said. "Please knock when you enter, and lock when you are inside, because we do not have the habit of doing that. If you don't knock you might find me naked in there." She giggled naughtily while saying that.

"Don't worry," I said, "I will knock. Let us keep it decent."

Now, with the benefit of hindsight, I realize that she was playing a kind of verbal ping-pong game. She was hoping for a naughty response from me, so that she could say something even more naughty, and the conversation would escalate into lewdness. And then? Who knows.

As a virgin, I was not very adept in that sort of game, or perhaps it is the other way around: Since I am not adept at it I was still a virgin.

For example, I could have answered, "Don't worry, I don't have a problem with nudity, do you?"

Or I could have tried the direct approach, "Wow, that would be my lucky day!"

Or I could have kept it at an academic level, by saying something like, "As Pythagoras once said, 'the naked female body is the purest form of mathematics'. Pythagoras never said such a thing, but I would surely have gotten away with that remark.

In the worst case, she might have said with mock indignation, "You are a bit naughty, Professor. I had not expected that from you."

Now that I know her better I am convinced that she was extremely horny, and was just testing the waters, with somewhat disappointing results.

When describing the kitchen she increased the level of naughtiness still a bit more. "That is the kitchen table. We will have breakfast there tomorrow. But Otto and I have found entirely different uses for that table!" She could barely stop giggling after that.

I understood exactly what she meant, but I merely said, "I see." With the benefit of hindsight that was another weak reply, but I am convinced that during the next twenty-four hours, perhaps with the help of some alcohol, I would have taken the bait at some point.

For now, she gave up and suggested some touristic activity, the stated goal of my visit to Heidelberg. "Let's go for a walk," she said. "We will have lunch somewhere along the way."

We walked downhill for a while and reached the center of Heidelberg. She showed me a big department store called the Galeria. "I often buy clothes there. I was there with Otto just a few days ago."

She giggled, and could not stop giggling for a while. Really cute! "What are you laughing about?" I asked. She blushed and said, "Nothing, really nothing. A girl's secret."

She asked me if I was interested in helping her select a dress, and I said, "I don't think that I have the skills for that. I am a mathematician, you know."

"I am also a mathematician," she said. She was right, my excuse was nonsensical. She was quite capable of selecting clothes for herself, obviously, despite being a mathematician.

Looking back at this, I am a bit puzzled as to why she even asked me. Was she in terrible need of a new dress? Maybe a woman always is. Or did she have other plans? Did she want to seduce me by trying some really sexy dresses, or perhaps even ask me into the fitting room pretending I was her husband? And then 'accidentally' flash some part of her body? It made no sense, she could do that at home if she wanted. I will never know, but I do know that I was really not interested in going into that store.

"Sorry," I said, "But this is really not my kind of thing."

"That's what guys always say. Otto is the same. I was lucky he came with me the other day," she said, and giggled some more.

We went on, and she took me to a rooftop bar with a wonderful view of the Neckar River. We ordered a glass of local white wine. One glass of white wine with a summer lunch always ensures a very pleasant afternoon. I had a plate of scampi with that, and Elise ordered something indescribable which was vegan. I knew she was vegan, and I often feel sorry for vegans when their meal is served, but it was her only shortcoming, as far as I knew.

We talked a bit about her life.

"You have really made it, haven't you?" I said. A great breakthrough in your career, and a husband who is a nice guy, as far as I know.

"Otto is more than nice," she said. "He is a gift from the gods. I really love him very deeply."

"Great to hear that. And thanks to your recent work, a permanent job is almost guaranteed."

"You think so?" she said, with her characteristic lack of confidence.

"Yes, it is obvious. In my institute in Munich, they have already been talking about hiring you as a professor. But that is a secret of course!"

"Wow, I hope that is true. We would become colleagues. We could see each other every day." She seemed happy about that prospect.

"A job, a husband, now all that is missing is a few nice kids," I said. She frowned, and I quickly added, "Just kidding of course."

"I hope so, because it is none of your business." With a naughty smile she added, "Not that we are not doing all the gymnastics needed to make kids. We do a lot of that in fact. But we are not allowing nature to take its course."

"Gymnastics! That is a nice word for that." I gave her a naughty smile back. My mind was struggling to find a remark to continue the conversation in this direction without getting explicit, but I came up empty. The closest I got was "But mathematics is better than sex, right?" but I did not even dare to try that out on her. Not yet, at least.

It was warm and getting humid, but a refreshing breeze arose that provided some cooling. Perhaps it was the first precursor of the thunderstorm predicted for the evening. "What a nice day," I said. "Don't you regret that you have to spend this wonderful day with an old mathematics professor?"

"If only you knew how much I have been looking forward to this. You are not old, Jonathan, and I like you a lot. I don't mind admitting that I have very warm feelings for you."

She looked at me in a way that made her look even more cute.

"Really?" I said. "You are not in love with me or something, are you?"

"No, it is not love... I think. The big love of my life is Otto. But a woman can have warm feelings for more than one man, I suppose. Or even for another woman."

"But do you have any special feelings for me, Jonathan?" she asked.

"Well, what shall I say? I think we mathematicians are not the best at expressing feelings. But I have always liked you very much. Perhaps 'warm feelings' is the right expression. Or let me put it this way: In a different life where I was a few years younger, and you were not with Otto, I would have asked you on a date if I had the courage."

"Your age would not be a problem for me," she said. "But Otto will always be number one. Why can't women not have more than one husband in our society?"

"If that were allowed, would I be number two?"

She gently touched my knee, kissed me on the cheek, and said, "I would love it!"

She looked me in the eyes to see my reaction, and looked even cuter now. Then she asked, "Why did you say, 'if I had the courage?'"

"Because I am very shy. My success with girls has been quite limited. Being a mathematician does not help either. It scares girls away. Except if the girl is a mathematician herself, of course."

I was close to confessing my virginity to her, but she did not ask any further questions.

We continued our tour of the city. Heidelberg is a delightful romantic town, beautifully located on the river Neckar. It is dominated by the ruins of a castle up on a hill.

"We are not going to walk there now," she said. "Otto will bring us there by car tomorrow afternoon."

She explained various points of interest, but I barely absorbed any information. Her company overwhelmed me. I realized that my feelings for her were much warmer than I had realized. Just walking with that enchanting girl through the streets of Heidelberg was a joy in itself.

I was going to spend twenty-four hours in her company! Apart from a few hours of sleep, of course. This thought alone filled my heart with joy.

She made the occasional playful remark, but she had dialed down the naughtiness a few notches. I think she was worried that she went a bit too far while showing me their apartment.

She did start touching me occasionally. There was an occasional pat on the back, and at one point, while overlooking the river, she put her arm around my hips. On the old market square, she took my hand, and we walked hand in hand a few meters. She looked me straight in the eyes and smiled at me in a lovely way.

We were like a young couple falling in love. That experience was new for me, and certainly wonderful and exciting, but I was giving in to it reluctantly. I could not help thinking of Otto. This charming woman was forbidden territory for me.