"I can still admire you."

A blush so prominent it bleeds a conflicting color over her dark cheeks.

I couldn’t help but wonder where I was going with those words. As I “admired” Franziska, I couldn’t exactly say I found her particularly attractive. She definitely was pretty, but nothing stood out to me.

On the other hand, Franziska looked at me like she had just discovered I was a long-lost crush… maybe a taboo passion would be a more accurate summary. Her eyes, still black in the night, were wide as she reviewed me in my civilian clothes. Despite being dressed like one of her brothers, she must’ve realized how different I was when compared to her siblings.

“Oh, Scheiße…” she said, averting her gaze. I didn’t even need translating to know what she said and felt. “Let’s go home.”

“Lead the way…”

…

…

I remember staring at the ceiling, wondering how in the world I was going to get out of this situation before I finally fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was with a frantic jolt. However, I wasn’t in the barn anymore. I was back in the States, and judging by the smell coming from the outside, a wonderful day was starting. I fell back to my sheets and exhaled.

“What a horrible dream,” I said, flexing my fingers and wiggling my toes. All my limbs were attached to my torso, thank God.

I felt someone stirring behind me, and it was… my girlfriend? Her blonde hair was a little messy, but when she snuggled closer to me, I remembered she had come here to visit me. I looked at the calendar beside my bed. The war ended years ago, but the memories I got from it would last a lifetime.

“What’s the matter, baby?” My girl said to me, half asleep, groping at my torso.

“Nightmare,” I said, thinking for a moment. “I was in Germany again.”

“Oh, das ist Wunderbar,” she giggled slightly and worked her way up to kiss me. She said something else, but I didn’t understand it.

“I guess it wasn’t terrible,” I chuckle. “Though, it was when you were withholding me in your stupid barn with the horse.”

“Dummes Pferd,” she kissed me again, this time longer. I looked up at her and saw her sparkling blue eyes as they stared down at me. My friends mocked me for dating a German, and my family wanted nothing to do with her and often talked to me about loving a once-socialist extremist. But whenever Franziska and I talked politics, I found her quite accepting of her wrongdoings and “fatherland” faults.

Before I can unfold into those memories, however, I feel her slender German hand touching my morning wood. “Whoa, calm down there, fritz.” I ****.

“What?” Her accent peeks for a moment, and she stuffs her hand past my waistband; her warm digits wrap around my stiff Richard and makes a few playful tugs. “We’re not enemies anymore. We’re lovers~.”

I watch the blanket over my groin throb with morning passion. I lean my head back and exhale, enjoying the sensation of being pleasured.

We hadn’t done anything with each other last night, but I was more than happy to do it with her now. Eventually, I found strength and found her girly parts too. Already, her slit is a little moist, but she’s vocal about how good it feels as my fingers ride along her entry.

We both close our eyes and start breathing awkwardly. I tune out my voice and listen to Franziska’s voice, though. Its uneven pitches are cute and encourage me to explore her slit with more emotion. She gasps, feeling my little Index scout shoot into her gash. It’s familiar territory but still fun to wiggle around in.

Meanwhile, she ensures she’s got me harder than the Tiger tank’s frontal armor. I curse and then look at her. She’s grown into one hell of a woman since she’s come back with me; the headache it was to get here was suddenly worth all the trouble.

“We should start the day with some lovemaking, Herr Schmitt~,” Franziska’s voice was strained but heated with lust.