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A Drawing Lesson
a Short Story by Varangian
Summer, 2005



Holsteinschnitzel is a breaded veal cutlet surmounted by fried egg,
preferably one with a runny yoke.  Tom Ummersdorff ate his hunched over
a sidewalk table outside a Gaststatte on Munich's Leopoldstrasse just
north of the university.  It was an indulgence he infrequently allowed
himself in celebration of sudden riches -- the arrival of a check from
home.  Before the next one's receipt he would resign himself as usual to
join other students at the Mensa where slop was cheap.

He washed down the last delicious morsel with a slurp of Pschorbrau from
a tall mug, over which his eyes spotted a girl staring at him from
outside the fenced patio, the same girl who had been dogging him for the
past couple of days.

It was difficult to judge her age, because she stood rather tall yet had
a young face.  Torn jeans clung to shapely, well developed legs, but a
soiled blouse betrayed just modest breasts. Her blonde hair was cut
short, crudely, as though someone had placed a bowl over her head before
clipping.

She was an attractive girl, although not quite pretty.  The day before,
after he had noticed her watching him near the university, he thought to
walk over and introduce himself.  A habitual shyness deterred him,
however, and when he worked up sufficient courage, he turned to find her
gone.

She too seemed shy as she stood on the sidewalk, gazing at him with no
evident intention of coming over.  She eventually returned a weak smile
to his bold grin, and when he nodded in invitation she hesitated a
moment before stepping between the tables to join him.

"Are you a student?" he asked in American accented German.  "I've seen
you at the university."

Sitting opposite him she stared with a slightly open mouth before
saying, "Not yet."

"You're still in the Gymnasium?  How old are you?"

"Seventeen ... almost.  Actually I attend a Technische Hochschule.  I
want to be an artist."

Always awkward with girls, he found himself at a loss for words and
examined her bare forearms that rested on the table top.  He thought
them lickable.

"You have a very nice face," she blurted out.  "I've been wanting to
draw you."

He had assumed the girl had a crush on him and that he might have a
chance with her.  But her words indicated a less exciting interest.

"I've been watching you," she continued in a more confident voice.  "You
would make a good model."

He found the notion amusing.  "A model?  You mean like posing naked?"

"If you don't mind," she immediately responded, then bit her lower lip.

He grinned.  "That could be embarrassing for a guy."

"I know about boys.  Will you do it?"

"You're saying I'll be naked and you'll remained dressed," he remarked
with a wink.

"Of course!  I'm talking about art, not ... sex."

His own confidence growing, he ventured, "Wouldn't it be more fun if we
were both nude?  You said you know about boys."

"That has nothing to do with it!"  She stood.  "If you won't behave,
I'll find someone else!"

"Don't go!" he protested, hand raised defensively.  "I'll pose for you.
But if I'm going to do this, I should at least know your name."

She sat again.  "It's Katerina.  And yours is Thomas.  I've asked about
you."

"You have?  Why is that?"

She grinned.  "Because I don't want to be alone with a naked crazy guy."

"You're convinced I'm safe?"

"The girls I've talk to say so."

The words were a humiliation, of course, but Tom decided to rise to the
challenge.  He would pose nude for the aspiring artist, and he hoped to
spring a boner for her.  He felt an exhilarating sense of liberation.

"When do you want to start?" he asked.


* * *


It was early October, a month into his course of study on his junior
year abroad, although he had been touring Europe since June.  Katerina
showed no interest in that history, nor any curiosity about his life
back in the States.  They rode in silence as she drove to her house at
the northern fringe of the city

"Is your body very hairy?" she asked while walking to the garage where
she claimed to have a studio.  "It's not important, of course.  I'll
draw you as a sleek young male, like an ancient Greek."

He smirked.  "I'm bigger than most Greek statues I've seen."

"All the better," she said before opening the door.  "I need something
striking to impress the admissions committee at the art academy."

It was hardly a studio.  An Audi crowded one side of the garage and lawn
equipment filled a corner.  A wooden chair and a drafting table stood in
the remaining small space.

"So, here we are," she stated, going immediately to the drawing stand.
"I'll start with some sketches of your head and face."

Tom posed dutifully for about forty minutes, turning his head this way
and that as the girl instructed.  She twice approached to peer closely
into his face, emitting a scent of body odor and lemon -- a pleasing
combination, he thought.

"Have you ever sketched a guy before?" he asked.  "I mean nude?"

"Only an old man," she mumbled through a pencil between her teeth.  "He
had some nice lines."

"Did you pick him off the street too?"

She laughed.  "No.  It was part of an art class."

"Did he get hard?"

With pencil held aloft she squinted at him before answering.  "I've
never seen one hard."

"You said you knew about boys."

"Where we go swimming it's not polite to stare."

He laughed.  "You know about boys from a nudist beach, but you don't
look closely!"

She glared at him.  "What did you think?  I'm not a slut.  I'm not even
interested in boys!"

"Do you prefer girls?"

She shook her head.  "You guys!"

Tom doubted the naive virgin was a lesbian, and whether or not she was,
he looked forward to exposing himself to her.  He found the situation
very amusing.  "I'll probably get hard," he said after a moment.

"Then I'll draw it!"

"Do you want me to get undressed now?"

"I'm not finished with your head.  Hold still."

Half an hour later she sighed and wiped her hands on the torn jeans.
"I'll go into the house to get some colas," she announced.  "You can
take your clothes off while I'm gone."

Admiring her from behind as she left, he was struck by the narrow waist
and the slightly flaring, youthful hips.  He knew there would be no
kissing, much less getting laid, yet he began to disrobe with a perverse
excitement.  When naked he took hold of his flaccid penis and pumped it
to an erection which he hoped would endure for the entirely of their
next session.

He stood examining Katerina's sketches when the door opened behind him.

"Well, what do we have here?" asked an unfamiliar, alto voice.

In a single movement he half squatted with hands covering his groin and
looked over his shoulder to see a handsome woman standing in the doorway
just ahead of Katerina.

"I'm Katie's mother," she announced, obviously amused by the situation.
"She got nervous and asked me to serve as chaperone."

It was Tom's worst nightmare, the one in which he discovers himself
naked in public.  Maintaining his awkward crouch, he opened his mouth
and uttered a squawk.

The woman laughed.  "I hope you aren't having second thoughts about
modeling.  Don't be embarrassed.  I've seen more nude males than my
daughter."

The woman's reassuring voice and the deflation of his erection allowed
him to stand more upright, although he continued to face away from them.

"You don't mind?" he asked.

"Not at all.  It's perfectly normal for an artist to engage a nude
model, although this is the first time I've found one in my garage.  Sit
down and pose.  I'll stand over here."

He had no reason to be ashamed of his body, and the woman was evidently
a nudist bather.  He therefore stepped backwards toward the chair and
sat with hands still over his privates.  Katerina, grinning sheepishly,
positioned herself behind the drawing board.

"Move your hands away," she instructed, and he did so after a glance at
the woman, who winked at him.

"I've never seen one like that!" the girl exclaimed.

"He's circumcised, darling," the mother responded.  "It's quite common
in America."

Tom possessed a dramatic member that, when flaccid, dangled almost five
inches and was capable of thickening to seven.  Back at school he had
always showered in confidence, although he had never revealed his
embarrassing virginity to the other guys.

After a while of posing with an arm draped over the back of the chair
and legs splayed, his penis began to rise of its own accord.  Perhaps it
was because he stared straight ahead at the girl and wondered what it
would be like to screw a virgin.  Perhaps it was because he was naked in
the presence of two females.  It became fully erect.

"You're changing the pose," Katerina complained.  "Make it soft again."

Her mother snorted a laugh.  "What about it, Thomas?" she said.  "Do you
want me to get a towel?"

He was too abashed to reply.

"What am I going to do, Mom?  I just started on that part of him."

"You can finish the drawing later, Katie.  Turn your pad over and do a
detailed study of his penis while it's hard.  This is a great
opportunity."

Both females squatted close to him, the girl sketching, the mother with
a hand on his bare thigh for support.  There was no danger his member
would flag under such intent scrutiny.  Indeed, he feared he might
squirt involuntarily, especially because the fingers on his inner thigh
moved slightly and pressed the skin from time to time.  When he glanced
at the mother's nearby face, her smile convinced him that she was doing
it on purpose.

The girl finally stood.  "This is great, Mom!" she exclaimed.  "I bet no
one else will present something like this to the committee.  I've got to
show it to Else."

"Of course, darling.  After dinner.  Go into the house now and boil some
potatoes."

The girl hurried from the garage examining her drawing as she walked.
After glancing over her shoulder, the mother turned to the flustered
young man.

"My name is Gudrund," she said in a husky voice, placing her hand on the
turgid member.  "It's proper that we be introduced first."

She leaned forward and took the end of his penis into her mouth.
Sucking greedily, her head bobbing, she quickly brought him to a climax.
He grabbed her head, crying out, "Oh, god!" and spewed copiously.  It
was his very first sexual experience with another person.  With lips
lightly around his knob, she pumped him dry, then stood and swallowed.

Smiling sweetly, she asked casually, as though nothing unusual had
occurred, "Would you care to stay the weekend, Thomas?"


* * *


Katerina gobbled her food, eager to be away.  "I called Else," she
announced.  "I'm going to spend the night over there."

"Don't forget your drawings," her mother said as the girl pushed back
from the table with mouth still chewing.

Tom's body continued to tingle from the recent blow job, which had
lasted no more than thirty seconds.  He could not understand Gudrund,
who afterwards behaved like a perfect hostess with neither a suggestive
look nor a word regarding the experience.  Never before had he
fantasized about a woman her age, but now he could not tear his eyes
away from her tall, mature presence.

"Well, here we are," she said after her daughter left the house.  "Would
you care for some brandy?"

They sat together on the couch with broad-rimmed tumblers in hand.  "You
must be wondering about what happened earlier."  She smiled.  "I could
tell you were in distress.  It was only decent that I help you out."

He groped for words.  "That's never happened before," he finally stated.

"Didn't you play with a buddy when you were younger?  That's hard to
believe, although I don't know much about pubescent boys.  It's
certainly common with girls."

"Katerina told me she's not interested in boys," he commented, warming
to the topic.

Gudrund reached over and squeezed his knee.  "That must have been a big
disappointment for you," she responded, grinning.  "Yes, she has a crush
on her friend, Else.  But I'm certain she'll soon discover that sex with
males is more stimulating.  If you keep in touch, perhaps you'll be her
first guy."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Why should I?  It's inevitable, and you're a fine looking young man.  I
take it you're also a virgin?"

He was too embarrassed to reply.

She squeezed the knee again.  "It's unusual for a man of twenty, I
suppose, but I've never understood Americans."

"It's unusual there too!" he blurted out.

She sat back to scrutinize him.  "I'm twice your age, Thomas, but ..."
She shrugged.

He gazed at the woman, an attractive, willing female who, however, was
not much younger than his mother.  His lips moved, but no words emerged.

She stood and took his glass.  "Go to bed, Thomas.  I'll be up later to
tuck you in."

Without another word or a backward glance, she returned to the kitchen.
He remained on the couch for a minute listening to her gather dishes
before he rose and stepped toward the stairs.  His legs felt heavy as he
ascended with his mind racing and penis hard.


* * *


Her naked silhouette in the doorway, broad-hipped like an Earth mother,
was back-lit by a glimmer from downstairs.  She stepped cautiously to
the bed, pulled back the cover and climbed in next to a very excited and
nervous young man.  She sought his lips with hers, simultaneously
grasping his swollen member.

"Come on, Thomas," she whispered.  "Get on top and do it.  Then we can
talk."

He required no further invitation, although he paused to fondle and suck
a substantial breast before mounting the soft woman.  She guided him
home between upraised knees.  He gasped at the sensation upon entering,
and after four or five pumps ejaculated deliriously as her arms held him
tightly.

"That's for starters," she murmured against his cheek, holding him
captive with arms and legs.  She pushed at the inserted penis that had
flagged only slightly.  "Try it again, darling.  I'm in the mood."  He
began with long, slow strokes inside the slippery tightness, which
maximized his own pleasure but not hers.  "Harder!  Faster!" she
demanded and thrust back at him impatiently.  He complied with banging
jabs that increased in tempo to match her rhythm.  Her wild, loud
response amazed him, and he discovered the euphoria of bringing a woman
off, a delight greater than his previous spew.  For the moment he was
master of a female out of control in ecstasy, who yelped into his ear
more than once before lying still and permitting his own climax.  For
the first time in his life he felt like a true man.

"That was so good," she crooned after he rolled off and cuddled his face
against her shoulder.  "Christ!  I'm leaking all over the sheets.  You
young guys sure squirt a torrent."

"If it gets too messy, we can always go to your bed," he responded with
a confidence he never before possessed.

She laughed.  "Yeah.  Then after that we'll soil the couch.  You're
going to keep me awake tonight, Thomas."

"What about Katerina's bed?" he asked.

"You're still thinking about her, are you?  Don't get your hopes up,
darling.  She's still in her young lesbian mode.  She's on the pill, but
I have to nag her to take them.  You never know when she'll get curious
about guys."

"You're all I want right now, Gudrund," he responded with a measure of
sincerity, leaning over to suckle a nipple.

"Yeah.  Right now.  In the dark.  But you'll soon want a body as young
as your own."

She pushed him back and kissed down his chest.  "Let's do it again," she
said before taking his flaccid penis into her mouth.


* * *


Tom slept until mid-morning, because the insatiable Gudrund didn't leave
him until near dawn.  He was uncertain how many times he had come,
perhaps five, but the last two couplings had not resulted in
ejaculation.  Despite that workout, he awoke with an erection, and he
didn't need to piss.

Female voices resounded from downstairs indicating that Katerina had
returned from her sleep-over.  Although still curious about the girl, he
felt no particular lust for her.  He was a new man, one who had rung a
mature woman's bell a number of times, a guy who now knew what it was
all about.

When he entered the kitchen he encountered, in fact, three females.  The
newcomer, shorter than Katerina, stood near the pantry.  She was a
waifish girl with dark hair and a cute, mousy face who smiled broadly
at him.

"You must be Thomas," she said, extending her hand formally.  "I'm
Else."

The slightly nasal voice was high pitched and girlish, although she
appeared to be older than her friend.  He smiled in return and took the
hand for a gentle squeeze.

"It's time you were up," Gudrund remarked.  "The brotchen are cold.
I'll heat them again."

Katerina nodded perfunctorily, stepped to Else and took her hand to
demonstrate their relationship and his exclusion.  The new girl, though,
was more out-going.  She sat beside him at the table and asked, "Tell me
about America."

Tom described to her the Great Lakes, where he lived on the shores of
"Obersee," but his eyes followed Gudrund's movements, whose middle age
stoutness he now found especially attractive.  She glanced at him a few
times, but neither with a wink nor other acknowledgment of what they had
shared during the night.

"I'm going out now for a few hours," she announced to him.  "It's a
regular Saturday thing.  Else can take my place, if you agree to pose
some more."

He quickly turned his head to the new girl, who smiled back impishly.
She wrinkled her nose and declared in a subdued voice, "I know about
guys."

Perhaps another nude bather, he thought, then responded, "And I
know about girls."

Katerina was miffed.  "I don't want to draw today," she declared.

"But you have to!" Else insisted.  "I won't get in the way."


* * *


Tom felt the Autumn chill on his naked skin as he sat on the chair in
the garage.  Katerina was in a foul mood behind her easel, but Else
gaped in delight from the near wall.  His penis did not threaten to
rise, although he hoped to accomplish that before the session was over.

"When does it get big?" Else asked.

"Isn't it large enough?" he responded.

"You know what I mean!"

"Be quiet, you two!" Katerina groused.  "I'll be finished here soon then
Thomas can leave."

"Your mother asked me to stay the weekend," he retorted.

She looked over at him, pencil in mouth.  "I'll be home tonight," she
said pointedly.

"Can I sleep over too?" Else implored. "Thomas hasn't told me about
Huronsee yet."

Tom glanced at the little pixie, whose gaze verged on a leer.  "I could
teach you a lot of things," he said.

"I hope so," she replied in a breathless voice.

Katerina threw down her pencil.  "I know what you're talking about!" she
exclaimed.  "You told me you never wanted to do it again," she said to
Else in a whiny voice.

The dark-haired girl shrugged.  "People say it doesn't hurt after the
first time."

Tom was amazed to be the object of their contention, especially at
Else's intimation.  She was a flat-chested, skinny child in comparison
to Gudrund, but her face was alive with an excitement that he did not
misinterpret.

He stood and with penis wagging stepped to the smaller girl.  "You've
done it before?" he asked, placing a hand on her narrow shoulder.  She
nodded and came into his arms.

"Else!" Katerina screamed.


* * *


Katerina sat opposite them in the living room, arms folded and pouting,
as if daring them to begin sexual groping in her presence.  The
situation was bizarre, of course, because Tom was already naked.  He
embraced Else on the couch, their faces almost touching, a prelude to
kissing.  With confident fingers he touched her blouse that draped a
flat chest, finding meager softness and hard nipples.  He undid the top
button.

"This is disgusting!" the other girl proclaimed, although she leaned
forward for a better view.

After Tom removed the blouse he quickly leaned down to suckle a tiny
breast that would never grow any larger on the fully mature small girl.
She squirmed in contentment, pressing his head gently to her.  Katerina
surprised them both when from a kneeling position on the floor she
reached up and undid Else's jeans, quickly pulling them down and off.

"I want to play too," the blonde announced.

"Then you'll have to get naked," Else responded, pushing Tom aside and
falling upon her friend.

They crashed to the hardwood floor and grappled while squealing like
school girls.  "No!  Don't!" Katerina screamed, but she offered little
resistance to the smaller one who sat on her stomach and pushed the
shirt over her head.  Tom ogled the blonde's breasts that were well
developed but smaller and firmer than her mother's.

"These aren't for you," she said loudly to the boy, although her lips
smiled wickedly.  She turned suddenly to Else, who tugged on her jeans.
"Stop it!  I'm not going to do that!"

Else pulled them down. "Last night you said you wanted to."

"I wasn't serious!"  The blonde permitted her friend to remove them with
no further protest.

Tom was stunned by the girl's beautiful body, naked except for the
panties.  She lay quietly on the floor as Else took those off too,
revealing a groin that was entirely shaved.

"I'm not going to do it!" the blonde insisted.

Tom suddenly realized she was talking about screwing for the first time.

Else rose, yanking her friend up with her.  "Sit on the couch next to
Thomas," she commanded, "and I'll be sweet to you."

Katerina did so, allowing Tom to put an arm around her.  Else stood
before them and quickly slipped her own panties off.  She too was
shaved.  Except for her face, which was more mature, she appeared to be
barely pubescent.  She knelt, pushed her friend's legs widely apart and
buried her head between them.  Tom could not see the tongue action, but
its effects soon became evident in Katerina's face.  He kissed her
soundly with a hand on a firm breast, and she responded by pulling his
head tightly to hers.  She mewled against his lips.  One of the girls
had a hand on his hard penis, but he did not break the kiss to find out
whom.  Katerina began panting then pressed her face to his neck and
cried out.

"Now you're ready," Else announced, standing.

Katerina continued to cling to him with arms around his neck.  "I don't
want to," she said in a week voice.

"I won't rape you, Katie," Tom said.  "You'll have to say yes."

"It won't be rape, Thomas," Else interjected.  "She was talking about
your cock all night."

"Still, she has to agree," he insisted.

"Tell him, Katie!  It's time to grow up and have some real fun."

The blonde said nothing, but she laid back on the cushions, raised one
leg to the seat and splayed the other to the floor invitingly.

"That will do," Tom said and moved atop her.

He was surprised that he broke through so easily.  She didn't cry out,
although discomfort was evident in her face.  She bit her lower lip as
he worked his way into the tightness.  "Please hurry," she pleaded.  He
tried to, but it took almost a dozen long, gentle strokes to bring him
off.   She smiled when he grimaced in climax.

Else had been kneeling next to them, touching each naked body in turn.
"Don't pull out," she warned when he was obviously finished.  "You'll
make a mess on the cushion."

She jumped up and raced to the kitchen.  The two on the couch kissed
while they awaited her return.  Else appeared with a towel that she
placed at their juncture.  "You didn't bleed much," she remarked when
Tom climbed off.  "You had an easy time of it.  I almost died."

"It wasn't so bad," the larger girl responded after standing up from the
couch, "but I won't want to do that again for a while."

Else, kneeling before her, placed her face at the girl's groin to lick
blood and semen from the messy slit.  Tom, beyond astonishment, leaned
forward to kiss Katrina's lips.

"I'll visit you next week, if you like," he said.

The girl shrugged in response, but her lips twisted in a gentle smile
that indicated agreement.  Tom suddenly felt Else's lips encircle his
flaccid penis.

"Do think you can handle three females, Thomas?" Katerina ask, smirking.

"Yes, in just a moment," he replied with confidence, because his penis
was growing in the smaller girl's mouth.

Else removed her mouth but continued to jack him.  "I'm not on the pill
right now, Thomas, so you'll have to wait until next weekend.  "If Katie
won't have you, I will."

"Of course, I want you, Thomas," Katrina insisted.  "But I still think
you're a bit smug."

She rose to her feet then pulled Else up from between the boy's legs.

"Let's go upstairs, Else.  I want to learn if it feels different now
that I'm not a virgin."

Thomas laid back on the couch, his head propped by a cushion.  Gudrund
discovered him there an hour later, sound asleep and smiling.

END
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