Maximilian

Margherita and Maximilian became intimate friends. It was the young love of two foreigners in a native land that refused to acknowledge them as Germans. "We will always be Italian, even after a thousand generations," her father always told her, when she repeated to him a juicy German swear word that she had picked up or told him about the dirty looks thrown at her when she spoke Italian on the bus with another passenger.

Margherita and Maximilian would often meet outside of class and go together to an abandoned building which was a haven for the homeless. It was formerly a factory that was abandoned by its owner, probably because he had died in the war, but nobody asked or checked. The rooms were mainly used by youths who fled orphanages or by families who lost everything and became destitute.

On the top floor, there were still some empty dirty rooms. They found an empty room that contained a mattress that reeked of urine, so they threw several wool blankets that were lying around to cover up the smell and sat on top of them. Maximilian brought along cigarettes that he had stolen from his father when he left the box on the table while resting. Maximilian would occasionally steal a cigarette or two, so they could both chain-smoke and feel mature and grown-up, albeit for a short time.

Margherita revealed her love for him, and he reciprocated his love for her. He would buy her candies or pick flowers for her from the various surrounding gardens. Whenever they walked together, he would wrap his hand around her waist, and she would exaggeratedly squeeze up to him while walking, making sure he felt her hips that were becoming more feminine every day.

In one of their meetings, he asked her if she would allow him to kiss her. Immediately, Margherita closed her eyes and parted her lips, and put her face to his. Maximilian came close but did not know exactly what to do when suddenly Margherita grabbed his head and put her mouth against his mouth while pushing her tongue deep between his lips. Maximilian pushed her away, bent to the side, and made vomiting sounds without really vomiting.

After he calmed down, still panting with excitement, he looked at her while she sat silently with downcast eyes.

"I love you, Margherita, but I am not used to kissing. Please understand, I have never kissed anybody," he said.

Margherita stood up, looked at Maximilian, and said, "I thought you were a man who smokes and drinks. Who did you want to impress? You are an inexperienced, bashful baby."

Margherita ran out of the building, with Maximilian not even trying to follow her. He remained sitting on the mattress for a long time, trying to digest what had just occurred.

The next day at school, she did not turn around to look at him. During a break, he sent her a note which read, "I understand you, please do not tell anyone. I love you. M."

Margherita had no intention of telling anybody what had transpired. Maximilian was now her past, and she was not going to wait for him to mature. Margherita was looking for a real man who understood her femininity and her desire to be loved. So at the age of fifteen, Margherita met Alfred.

Alfred was a thirty-year-old divorcee with a two-year-old child who lived alone in an apartment in the same neighborhood as Margherita. He was a postman and had met Margherita several times while delivering mail and when she had to sign for registered mail destined for her parents.

Margherita was always looking for an excuse to be invited over to his apartment. The opportunity finally arose when she saw him buying an Elvis Presley record from the local music store. He did not notice her.

Knowing his daily delivery schedule, she stood at her window waiting for him to come, and as he entered the lobby of her building, she "coincidentally" came out of her apartment, and she "bumped into him."

"Alfred, I am so glad to see you. Is there any mail for us today?" Margherita asked.

"No," Alfred answered, "There is no mail for you today."

"I am just on my way to the music store to buy a new record."

"Really, what record are you buying?"

"The one from my favorite artist; the one they call Elvis the Pelvis."

"Really? What a coincidence, two days ago I bought the record. It was the last one in the store."

"What did you say? Maybe I will come over to yours sometime to listen to it?"

"By all means, come over. You are invited."

Margherita and Maximilian set a time for their meeting, a meeting that was very important to her because she was going to try and snare him into a trap that she was going to set before him.

Margherita arrived at the set time, perfumed and made-up, wearing a blouse buttoned in the men's way, with a standing collar. She left the top three buttons undone to expose her cleavage. She most definitely did not look like a fifteen-year-old.

Alfred opened the door and was momentarily taken aback. "Wow, what a bombshell," he said. In the background, the song 'Are you Lonesome Tonight' was playing. They fell on the couch, which was adorned with cushions, and both melted from delight.

Suddenly Margherita grabbed a cushion and stuffed it onto Maximilian's face, and started to laugh like crazy. In return, Maximilian stuffed a cushion on her face and got her makeup smeared all over her face. It turned into a full-fledged pillow fight, and eventually, they both fell on the carpet rolling from laughter. Her hand "unwittingly" landed on his dick, and she was in no rush to remove it, and he certainly was not going to do so. On the contrary, he cupped her face with his hands and pulled her towards him, and they soon found themselves passionately kissing as he laid her on her back and covered her with his body.

"How old are you?" he asked. "I hope you are not a minor."

"I turned seventeen last September," she lied to him.

Alfred did not need to hear anymore. He lifted her off the floor, carried her to the bedroom, where he laid her on the bed, and began undressing her. He ripped her blouse off and then pulled her breasts out of her bra, exposing her pink nipples. He leaned over and licked one of the nipples while he stripped off her panties with his free hand.

Margherita was in heaven, as she was finally with a man and having the experience she dreamed of. She closed her eyes and let him do to her body as he wished. Alfred removed his clothes, laid down on her, and penetrated her. She let out a light moan as she did not genuinely know what to do or how to respond.

Alfred saw the bloodstain on the sheets and said, "You're a virgin; why didn't you warn me?"

"I gave you the honors; what are you complaining about?"

Alfred tried to penetrate her once again but realized that it was of no use. Her intent stares at his dick did nothing to obtain the hoped-for recovery.

As he stood at the threshold of the door to bid her goodnight with a kiss, Margherita touched his dick and whispered in his ear, "Perhaps it will show signs of life soon again."

After that incident, Margherita stopped showing interest in school, as her thoughts were consumed with sex. Once she tasted the forbidden fruit, there was no going back.