More drinking and some Thoughts

After a few seconds of silence, Laura stands in front of me with a smug smile on her face. With slow movements she gets dressed again, stands in front of the bathroom mirror and tries to straighten her disheveled hair. Meanwhile, I am still sitting on the toilet and look wearily at the red-haired temptation in front of me, which a short moment later turns to me and looks at me.

"Come on, Ben get dressed again, we should slowly get back to the others, not that they will miss us" says Laura.

Without another word I get up from the toilet and pull up my pants so that I can stow my flaccid penis again. The exciting scenes still go through my head like I had my first anal sex with Laura. Although it was an incredibly exciting experience, I have a guilty conscience and at this moment do not know how to sort my thoughts.

"Ben? I'll leave before all your sauce runs out of my ass“ says Laura provocatively and opens the bathroom door to disappear with quick steps.

A little later I automatically leave the bathroom, lost in thought, while the experiences of the past few days occupy my brain. I had wonderful sex with Hanna, and maybe even got her pregnant. I also had sex with her daughter, not just normal sex, but even anal sex. And then there is Pauline, sweet little Pauline who seems to have strong feelings for me.

"Ben, what are you doing here?" I ask myself as I walk a few meters over the stony ground with dull steps. When I have reached the entrance to the living room, I take another deep breath and enter the room, which is strongly heated by the fireplace.

"Ben, there you are again, thought you'd leave us alone" I hear the voice of my best friend Mike, who smiles at me beaming with joy.

"Sorry had taken a little longer" I say in a weak voice and look around the living room. Laura and Pauline are both sitting on the sofa in front of the fireplace and are talking, Laura giving me a brief, fiery look when she sees me. Ashamed, I quickly avert my gaze and look at Mike who is sitting at the large dining table with Bernd Schuster and his mother Hanna. When I see Hanna I look for a moment into her fawn-brown eyes, which she has directed at me and which, strangely, shine wet. We hold eye contact for a split second before she breaks it off.

“I thought my sister would have locked you up or something, since you two have been gone for so long. But now come on, you still have to catch up one or two drinks" says Mike and points to the place next to him where he is filling my drinking glass again. My heart stopped for a moment when Mike mentions his sister and I felt my cheeks turn red. Again I look at Hanna, who this time doesn't return my gaze and instead fills her drinking glass.

"Well then, cheers" Hanna takes the floor in a cold voice and toasts her husband, Mike and me, avoiding direct eye contact. I quickly grab my glass as I sit next to Mike and pour the burning alcohol down my throat. At the moment I feel a little better and my confused thoughts take a back seat. It goes on like this for three more rounds, while Mr. Schuster, Mike, Hanna and I drink the high-proof alcohol again and again until we have already emptied the bottle. I notice how the alcohol quickly unfolds its effect and I suddenly feel lighter. The heavy thoughts of the last few hours take a back seat, while I enjoy the moment with my fellow drinkers. I try to make eye contact with Hanna every now and then, but she still avoids this and thus makes me feel uncomfortable.

"So I'll get a new bottle" says Mike cheerfully and grabs the empty bottle and jumps up.

"Wait, I'll come with you, I have to get rid of some" says Mr Schuster, slurping, getting up, swaying, and following his son out of the living room.

In silence and without saying a word, Hanna and I sit at the big table while we listen to the laughing voices of Pauline and Laura, who are still sitting on the sofa together. After a few more moments of silence, I raise my slightly blurry gaze and look at Hanna, who quickly averts her gaze from me. I see how her cheeks are very red. For a moment I keep my gaze on this beautiful woman in front of me, with whom I had a few unforgettable moments and what I have been completely risking lately. Despite the alcohol, or even thanks to the alcohol, I suddenly become aware of one thing.

_"Haaaaaannnnnaaaa ..._. " I say, slightly drunk, in a low voice, without knowing exactly what I want to say. Immediately I see and feel how Hanna's intense gaze meets mine and a shiver goes down my spine.

"Beeeeen ..." she replies gently in a loving, warm voice while holding this intimate look with me. But just as she opens her mouth again to continue speaking, Mike stumbles in and ends this special moment between me and Hanna, who now lowers her gaze again, ashamed, and breaks off the intensive eye contact with me.

"Come on more drinking" says Mike happily, who sits down next to me and quickly fills our empty glasses again without noticing the tension between me and Hanna.