Supermarkt"Supermarkt"Supermarkt in Short Stories More Like This
Starring Richard and Paul, with Till and Flake
"We need meat," I said, steering the shopping cart towards the meat section of the supermarket. I didn't miss the strange look my husband gave me. "What?" I asked, looking at him. He didn't say anything. I stopped pushing the cart and rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, what? I'm not allowed to buy meat now?"
"I didn't say that," Richard said quietly. He refused to meet my gaze. As he stood awkwardly next to me he cracked each of the knuckles on his fingers, then tried to crack them all again. Nervous habit, especially in situations where he needed a cigarette but couldn't have one.
"You didn't have to," I said, picking up a cut of beef roast and examining it. I'd recently confessed to him a longtime obsession with food, and don't mean just for eating. He'd been acting strangely towards me ever since.
"You know I don't pass judgment on you, Schatz." A reluctant hand was placed atop one of mine, but I moved away from
Schulzeit"Schulzeit"Schulzeit in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Starring teenage Flake and Paul
"Christian!" I heard my mom yelling from somewhere downstairs. "You'd better hurry, or you'll be late for school!"
"Coming, Mom!" I yelled back, running a comb one last time through my bleached-blonde locks. My mom hated it that I'd 'ruined' my hair just before the start of school. But 'punk' music was the new thing, and I wanted to do what I could to try and fit in with that scene. My thick, nerdy glasses didn't help at all to make me look cool, and Mom would kill me if I pierced anything, so I had to improvise. "Bye, Mom!" I called out to her as I rushed out the door.
"That boy," I heard her say. "I wish he would at least eat breakfast."
I rolled my eyes and kept walking as fast as I could, knowing I'd probably be late anyway. A car suddenly slowed down next to me, prompting me to walk even faster. I got bullied by the older kids sometimes, and I was praying that this wasn't one of those times.
"Need a ride to school?" I heard a
Schulzeit pt. 4Pt. 4Schulzeit pt. 4 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next morning, I woke up slowly, nearly forgetting where I was.
"Guten Morgen, schönes Engel," Paul said to me from his seat at the desk near the foot of the bed, causing me to blush.
I sat up and squinted, unable to focus on him without my glasses. He appeared to be fully clothed, though, which was confirmed once I slipped my glasses on. "Morgen," I replied. "H-How long have you been up?"
Had he been watching me sleep?
Paul shrugged. "Half hour. You looked so cute fast asleep that I didn't want to wake you."
I blushed some more as I sat up and reached for my clothes on the floor. I quickly threw my t-shirt on, more so because I was cold, and not really out of embarrassment. Although standing to pull my pants up was going to prove to be challenging, as my body was currently -- ahem -- rather happy. But I managed to turn away from him as I did so, praying that he didn't notice my current state.
"Want some help with that?"
Spatzi"Spatzi"Spatzi in Short Stories More Like This
Starring Oliver and Christoph
"I.. I really asked you to marry me?" Christoph asked Oliver in disbelief.
"You were drunk," Oliver pointed out, avoiding Christoph's gaze.
"Doesn't make it any less sincere," Christoph reasoned, reaching for Oliver's hand.
Oliver sat in silence, still not looking at Christoph.
"Oh, what now?"
Oliver sighed before finally speaking. "I'd always imagined that I'd be the one asking you, is all."
"Oh my God, Ollie, that's so sweet!" Christoph squeaked, throwing his arms around a blushing Oliver.
"I haven't actually asked you yet!" Oliver lamented, cringing a bit as Christoph smothered him with sloppy kisses.
"Doesn't matter, just knowing that you would is more than sweet enough!"
More silence from Oliver.
"Spatzi?" he asked finally.
"This earns me a blow job, right?"
Schulzeit pt. 5Pt. 5Schulzeit pt. 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After we'd dropped Richard off, I moved to the front seat so that I could explain to Paul how to get to my house.
"It's this street," I said, pointing to the nearest street on the right-hand side. "And it's the fourth house on the left."
Paul parked across the street from my house, getting out of the car to walk with me to the door. "Nice house," he observed. "You'll have to invite me in next time."
"Of course," I said, feeling my heart skip a beat as he ascended the front stairway with me.
"You coming over again tonight?" Paul asked me as we both stood in front of the door. "Scholle and I usually rent movies and order pizza on Saturdays."
"I'd like that," I replied shyly, looking down at my feet.
"Can I pick you up?"
"Yes," I responded, looking up. Paul was mere inches away from my face by then, and I instinctively parted my lips, knowing what he was going to do. I gasped a little as he grabbed me by the shirt collar and pulled me to him, planting a sloppy, wet kiss on my trembl
Schulzeit pt. 3Pt. 3Schulzeit pt. 3 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
After smoking with Richard, I nearly fell asleep on the sofa next to Paul.
"Spending the night?" Paul casually asked me, snapping me out of it.
I sat up straight and thought about it for a moment. It was Friday, so there was no school tomorrow. "I guess so," I finally said. "I'd better call my mom first, so she knows where I am."
"Sure, I understand," said Paul. "Phone's in the kitchen."
I jumped up and quickly dialed home, telling my mom where I was. Although I kind of failed to mention that Paul lived alone.
"That's fine," my mom told me. "See you in the morning, Christian. Call if you need a ride back home."
"I will mom. Gute Nacht." I hung up the phone and returned to the sofa with Paul. Richard appeared to be passed out on the nearby recliner. "Does he usually sleep here, too?" I asked, indicating Richard.
"On the weekends," Paul answered. "He is only 15, after all."
"Ah," I replied knowingly. "So, what are the sleeping arrangements around here?" I asked
Schulzeit pt. 6Pt. 6Schulzeit pt. 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The closer it got to seven, the more nervous I became. I sat on the ledge of the front bay window, disappointed when each approaching car kept driving right past. Finally, about a quarter past seven, Paul's car pulled up and parked across the street, and Paul got out and walked up to the front door. At the sound of the ringing doorbell, I jumped off the window ledge and practically ran to the front door. I smoothed out my clothing and ran a hand through my hair before I opened the door and greeted him.
"Hey, Paul," I said, smiling shyly at him.
"Ready to go?" he asked me. "Sorry we're a bit late." Paul nodded in the direction of his car. "Bonehead and I couldn't agree on which movies to rent."
"It's okay," I replied, laughing. "I understand."
Paul flashed me his heart-melting grin, and I swear my knees went weak. We each climbed into the car, Paul in the driver's seat, and me in the back.
"Hey, Flocka!" Richard greeted me as I entered the car.
"Hey, Scholle!" I greeted him back,
Schulzeit Pt. 11Pt. 11Schulzeit Pt. 11 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I halfheartedly watched television with Paul, paying little attention to it as I listened to him chatter idly on about the school day. Paul's amusing recollections were always far more interesting than the TV anyway. I wanted to pull away when Paul reached over and interlaced his fingers with mine, but it felt really good with the warmth from his palm quickly spreading across my own. As we talked, or rather he talked and I listened, his thumb absently stroked across the top of mine causing me to tingle all over. How were we supposed to go from this to being just friends? In the short time that I'd known him, we'd quickly fallen into a sort of comfort zone with each other, and now I wasn't so sure I wanted that to change. Paul stopped talking for a second and looked at me intently.
"Is something wrong?"
Wow, he was perceptive.
"Uh nothing's wrong. It's just " I squeezed his hand even tighter, reaching over with my other hand and stroking his cheek lightly. "This is so
Postal"Postal"Postal in Short Stories More Like This
Starring Oliver and Schneider, with mentions of Till, Flake, and Sophia
I hate this feeling of frustration.
It's hard to explain. For one thing, Till promised me something awhile back, and he hasn't followed through yet. A little game we play together. Sexual, but not involving actual sex. This is the part that's hard to explain. You see... I see Till as my boss, even though technically he's not.
This all started as a joke. I started calling him "Boss" just to tease him.
"Yes, Boss," I'd answer him, or "Will do, Boss," saluting him each time.
And before long, he was jokingly ordering me around. Telling me to fetch him a beer, having me lace and tie his boots for him... simple, meaningless tasks that suddenly took on sexual meaning for me.
"Good boy," he'd tell me after I completed each task, petting my bald head.
And thus began our game.
I looked forward to playing. Though I wasn't, by any means, 'sub' for anyone. That really wasn't what this game was about f
Schulzeit pt. 8Pt. 8Schulzeit pt. 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I rolled over slowly the next morning, wincing slightly at my sore bottom. I turned and looked at Paul spread out next to me, his early morning happiness tenting the blanket. My amusement at Paul was short-lived when I saw that Richard was already up, busy with something in the kitchen. I panicked. I didn't want to face him. I was paranoid that he knew what happened between Paul and I last night and would be angry about it. I slipped away to the bathroom while Richard's back was still turned, hoping he wouldn't turn around and see me in all my glory.
Scheiße, I lamented as I entered the bathroom. I could have at least looked for my underwear first.
I quickly relieved myself and made sure the coast was clear before darting across the hallway into Paul's bedroom. I retrieved my clothing and hurriedly threw it on, sans underwear. Then, taking a deep breath, I strode as casually into the kitchen as I could manage, my heart nearly beating out of my chest at the thou