I was what is known as a sheltered girl. I actually spent my childhood happily in the family. My mother was actually in charge of all matters of daily needs and living together. My father only reserved the financial affairs for himself and he was quite successful at that. We did not live in luxury, but we certainly had a certain level of prosperity. My mother was very influenced by her faith; she was on the council of the local Catholic church and it was natural for her and then me to go to church on Sundays. As I got older, the subject of boys naturally came up. My mother warned me about them early on, without being specific. They just want to seduce girls into sin. What they want does not please the Lord.
I would have liked to have known more specifically what they wanted. My mother had a friend who often came to our house and we just gossiped. One day they were talking and didn’t know that I was in the living room and could hear what was being said. My godfather was also there at the conversation. He was a completely different person, often went out in public, was active in the football club and in particular was not as fascinated by the church as my mother. They talked about Gisela, she was four years older than me and seemed very grown up. The topic came up about her admirers. I overheard her mother saying “My Gisela doesn’t do that”. When my mother had left, my uncle said to my mother “But she did it, I saw it on the bench in the woods behind the mini golf course”. Weeks later the news got out that Gisela was getting married and a few months later a child was born. That was probably what my mother always warned me about. As I got older, my questions about how I got to the children were answered by friends and classmates, as far as they actually knew.
At 13 and 10 months I became a woman and my mother had commented that from now on I had to live a particularly godly life and that no sinful feelings or thoughts were allowed to arise and that one should not touch one’s body except when one wanted to wash oneself, because everything that happened then was the devil’s work. Even then I thought my mother’s bigotry was exaggerated, but the upbringing put me off, so I stumbled into what happened at the wedding in Cologne with absolutely no experience. I wrote the above lines because otherwise it would be impossible to understand how dramatic the following experience was for me. My cousin married a girl from Cologne and the wedding was also to take place in Cologne. Mother and I went there, father could not be away for two days on business. We stayed for two nights from Friday to Sunday with a cousin of the bride’s mother. She was about 40 years old. Mother slept in her attic room under the roof and I had the sofa bed in the woman’s living room made up as a bed.
The civil ceremony was on Friday and the church wedding was on Saturday, followed by a celebration in a banquet hall. Unfortunately, at just under 18, I was the only young person at the celebration. Apart from me, only three boys aged around 6-7-8, belonging to the bride’s older sister and a distant relative, were invited. After the late afternoon coffee, I was approached by three older men, all of the bride’s relatives, who asked me all sorts of questions. They let me taste their cherry wine and I really enjoyed it. I drank almost the whole glass of one man’s, then at least half of the other man’s and the third man said that they also had strawberry wine here and ordered a glass. The three of them watched with delight as I drank almost all of the man’s strawberry wine myself. I became quite funny and the men liked that. At least I talked a lot and they gave me more to drink. At some point everything started to spin around and my mother noticed me.
She asked what was wrong and they said I had probably drunk too much. We had dinner, but I didn’t like it any more. I then felt very sick and had the feeling I was going to throw up. It got worse and worse even though I hadn’t drunk anything. Mother decided to drive me to where we were staying. I can hardly remember what happened next, only in pictures. Mother drove to the pharmacy to buy something for my nausea. I was lying in the back seat, I felt terribly sick and everything was spinning. When we were in the woman’s living room, mother had to help me undress and I got into bed wearing only my panties. I remember that mother had me lie on my stomach and she gave me a suppository that she had gotten from the pharmacy beforehand. I fell asleep immediately, which was good because I didn’t notice the intoxication anymore. After I fell asleep, mother must have driven back to the party, which was only a few hundred meters from the woman’s house.
It happened during the night, or rather early in the morning, when everyone came home. I woke up from the noise they were making. They were all probably a little tipsy, I heard them talking loudly in the hallway. Mother walked up the stairs to her attic with short steps. There were two women in the hallway. One of the voices was that of the woman who had been staying with us. The other voice was from Cologne and unfamiliar to me. There was giggling and laughter and then I heard the words “You don’t need me today, you’ve got a sweet little bird with you.” It was clear to me that she meant me with the bird and that annoyed me, but also made me curious. I decided not to go back to sleep straight away, especially since I was feeling quite well again and the nausea in particular had gone, I had already slept for almost 6 hours. The other woman left the house and the lady of the house came into the living room, turned on a small wall light with a pull cord and then went into her bathroom. It took a very long time, in my opinion, before she came out of the bathroom again.
If it hadn’t been for the woman’s words and the lamp, I would have fallen asleep again. When she came, she had taken off her dress and was only wearing a bra, panties, stockings and garter belt. She came to my bed and called my name quietly. I decided not to answer and see what would happen. She then walked towards the lamp, wanted to turn it off, but turned around and came back to my bed. She called me again, this time quite loudly, saying, “Sleep well, we’re back.” I kept my eyes tightly closed and pretended to be asleep. She sat down on the edge of my bed and stroked my hair, which I still had long at the time. It was a nice feeling and I enjoyed it. I laid my head to the side against her thigh so that I didn’t have to keep squeezing my eyes shut. She stroked my hair, my cheek and my shoulder. I had the blanket up almost to my shoulders and then she threw that same blanket back quite a bit so that I was naked down to the waist.
She called my name again, but I tried to breathe calmly. Then she began to stroke my neck, over the top of my breasts, and then over my breasts. Suddenly, the pleasant, comfortable feeling from before was mixed with another feeling, a more urgent one, one that I had already felt but always suppressed because I considered it sinful. But I wasn’t doing anything, I was just lying there and trying to pretend I was asleep. I felt the other feeling becoming more and more overwhelming, especially when she first circled my nipple with her finger and then stimulated it with two fingers and played with it. It felt so good. I felt hot and cold. The new feelings became more and more intense, more intense than I had ever known before. She then bent down and kissed my nipples, nibbled on them lightly with her teeth and sucked on them. I was completely out of it, but I kept my eyes closed and tried to keep my body still. Then her right hand began to wander lower, her left hand still stimulating my breast.
Her hand went under the covers and right between my legs. I heard her say… the little one is already wet… but then her thumb hit my sensitive spot and a finger slipped in. I came suddenly. I moaned and tossed around, but kept my eyes tightly closed. It was my first orgasm that shook me. When it was over, the woman let go of me and just said, “Have sweet dreams, little one.” She must have really believed that I was asleep. I think the alcohol played a part in her, because she smelled very much of wine. She then turned off the lights and went into her bedroom. I lay awake in bed for a long time, thinking about what had happened. When I heard something coming from her bedroom, I crept to the door and listened. I heard her moaning inside. She must have done it herself. After a while I went back to my bed and put my hands where her hands had been before. Then the feelings came back.
This time I was no longer afraid to let her and after a while I had my first self-induced orgasm. After that I fell asleep contentedly. The next morning at breakfast she asked me hypocritically whether I had slept well and had had nice dreams. I hesitated to answer and then my mother took me in her stride and said that she had given me suppositories the night before which also help me sleep. Yes, that was my first time and even looking back I have to say that it was quite arousing.
