How It Started 34

1. How it started

In the late 90s I got a two-year research position in a German university, in a small town (not Heidelberg, not Göttingen, but similar). I did not have a girlfriend at that time, and even if I had, it is unlikely I would have bring her along, because initially my living conditions were really modest. I lived in a dormitory, alone in my room, but the bathroom and the kitchen were common for all the residents in the long lobby.

Soon after my arrival I went with the colleagues to a pub. Almost everyone was with a partner, but I was alone.

A guy from our team came with a really beautiful red haired girl, quite young. Her name was Petra, and she was sitting next to me. The guy preferred to chat with his colleagues about politics, and she seemed to be bored. I was not interested in politics either. We started talking. I then studied German intensively, and made progress. To practice, I read Hesse. It turned out that she also loved Hesse. So we spent the entire evening discussing "Glasperlenspiel" and "Narziss und Goldmund".

Some days later, I met her on the street: it was indeed a small town. She said that the guy was not her "Freund" at all (although, as I found out afterwards, they did have a couple of "friendly" hook-ups), he just did not want to come alone, and asked her to join him. It was summer, Saturday evening, we went for a walk, entered a pub, and then another one, at some moment started holding hands. In short, well after midnight, I found myself at her place. Her parents were already asleep, she quietly led me into her room...

In the morning, her parents were not at all upset that their daughter spent a night with a new guy. They invited me for breakfast and asked about life.

I had a decent salary for my age, and soon after I was able to rent a small apartment. She moved in with me. Although much younger, she was much more sexually experienced. Of course, I was not virgin, but everything so far was very traditional, in a dark room under the blanket. And she already changed three boyfriends, and stopped counting casual partners. She tried swinging (but did not like it), and BDSM as a submissive (did not like it either). Among popular German perversions, she only loved the "golden shower". Initially, I was quite astonished when she asked me to piss on her and even in her mouth, but afterwards we started practicing it regularly. In general, in those years in Germany, young people were much more open-minded than now, judging by the friends of our daughters.

Despite all this, she studied well at school, did music and sports. Frankly speaking, I could not understand then why such a cool girl would choose a quiet nerd like me. Many years later, Petra confessed, that I combined two rarely compatible qualities: I looked like a serious and reliable life partner, and, at the same time, she felt that, with me, she could lead her preferred lifestyle.

Before my contract ended, we got officially married to make it easier for me to naturalize in Germany. Still, I had to leave for several months. I do not know what she did when I was away, but she hardly lead a life of a nun.

Soon after, I was offered a permanent research job at another university, in a bigger city, but not far (an hour by train) from her town. Petra was studying then, so for some time we lived separately, moving together for the weekend.

Soon after, Petra decided to discontinue her studies and live for her own pleasure. I did not earn much, but enough for a young family to live a modest, but descent life, so we could afford it. We stopped using protection, and two daughters were born one after the other. Petra was very good in dealing with children (in fact she is good in anything she does), and her parents helped us a lot: they were always happy to take the babies on weekends, and sometimes during the week.

Our sex life was really cool. It is still not bad, but back then it was fantastic. We practiced all kinds of sex (except anal), golden showers, and so on. At home, we often walked around naked; when the girls got older, I started wearing swimming trunks.

Due to work, I was often away for a few days or a week. Once, I was returning after three days of absence, and saw an empty pack of "Camel" in the trash bin. Petra smoked a little, 1-2 cigarettes a day, and light ones, "for ladies". And here was a pack of Camel in 3 days. Well, I took out the trash without asking, we moved on.

Another time, I was gone for just one night, and upon my return, I discovered in the kitchen an empty bottle of champagne. I again said nothing, but she herself went on with explanations, like a (female) friend came in and they had a drink. Telling me all that bullshit, she was looking at me so timidly, so shamelessly, caressing her bare tit... I smiled, and the life moved on again.

Now I understand that she was testing me for being jealous. I obviously passed the test. However, this was not really needed: from the very beginning of our relationship, she must have learned that I was not jealous at all.