I still want your hands up on my body

May 21, 2022, the next day - a Saturday. I slowly woke up from my gentle slumber at half past eight. I was clearly feeling hungry, as we had completely skipped dinner yesterday. So I turned my attention to Mara's delicious peach and indulged her with my tongue until she came. Exhausted, her bent legs fell to the left and right due to gravity. In Mara's wide-legged position, I penetrated her with my semi-limp penis and compulsively tried to come. It didn't work, I was already out of breath and it was very hot. I lay down on the bed next to Mara and she, lying on my shoulder, jerked me off. I was nowhere near ready to come, because I was under a lot of pressure to come. After a while of masturbation, Mara got a cramp in her arm and I had to take over. With a high frequency, in which the up and down movement seemed continuous, I finally managed to come.

“Finally,” I said, exhausted, and went into the bathroom to clean my private parts. When I came back into the living room, Mara was standing about two meters away in front of the large mirror, looking at her naked body. I joined her and saw our reflection in the mirror too.

“We look muscular,” she remarked.

"No wonder, after such a hard workout. I'll quickly get some delicious bread rolls and then we can have breakfast. Because I'm really hungry,” I replied.

“Excellent idea, I'll take a shower and prepare breakfast.”

When I returned from the bakery with four still-warm grain rolls, Alligatoah's energetic song was playing in the living room.

“Let's listen to something more relaxed,” I suggested to Mara.

“Okay,” she replied and switched to soft background music on her phone.

I followed her example and enjoyed my roll with margarine, avocado and sprinkled with Kala Namak salt. I also sipped my coffee with oat milk. There wasn't much time left until 12:24 because my train to Hildesheim left at this time. In the living room, Mara stood with her feet on my feet and we tried to walk around like this.

"It's time. I have to get to the train,” I said as we joked around happily.

"I'll walk you to the station. I wanted to go for a walk anyway.”

At the station, we said goodbye with a big hug.

“Have a good birthday tomorrow,” were my last words before I slowly made my way to the platform.

My train was thirty minutes late, which infuriated my mother, who was picking me up to go to Sasha's house.

She drove frantically and fast.

"I hate my life. I can't live my life because of you!” she exclaimed loudly.

"It's not my fault the train was late. You told me yourself that you could pick me up,” I tried to reassure her.

The train journey had already been emotionally exhausting and the ride in my mother's car only made me feel even sadder. As soon as we arrived home, I quickly put my backpack down in my room, pulled on a light sweater in the face of the gathering clouds and headed straight for the fields, furious at my mother's histrionics.

By now, the sun was completely swallowed up by the thick, dark clouds. The wind was blowing even stronger when I reached the huge wheat fields. My hand stroked along the ears of wheat as I walked, while the wind blowing towards me wiped away my tears. Nature showed empathy by letting little droplets of rain fall on me from the clouds. A walk in nature was always able to soothe my strong emotions of anger and sadness.

The anger about my mother passed, although I was still angry with her. What I didn't understand, however, was why I felt so sad when the situation couldn't have been better. The incident with Shinshu and Mara hadn't destroyed my relationship with Jule. I should be happy that I could finally move in with Jule as soon as she came back. Besides, I'd had a wonderful sexual experience that might even continue if we all agreed to a polyamorous relationship.

After the walk, my mother was waiting outside the door when I unlocked the front door.

"Saschul, sorry. You didn't deserve it,” she said and gave me a hug.

“Oh mom, I've already forgiven you.”

After my mother left, I spent the rest of the day on the balcony under the awning that protected me from the heavy rain, reading about polyamory and the post-festival depression that must have gripped me.

On Saturday evening, I received a voicemail from Mara. Her voice sounded excited and cheerful as she told me about the birthday party she was at.

“And now I'm going to the dance floor...” was the last thing she said, picking up a bit of the music playing in the background.

I still want your hands up on my body
You still make my heart beat fast, Ferrari
With me in the wave, but in the morning
Do you still want me?

“What is the name of this song?” I wrote to her as a message.

"Just a moment. I'll ask,” she replied, and I could imagine her navigating through the crowd to ask the DJ the title of the song.

While I waited for her answer, I felt a certain excitement inside me. It was as if I was experiencing part of the party and fun through her message.

Dot dot dot... Mara wrote something.

“It's Ferrari by James Hype,” the reply finally appeared on my display.

Next day

On Sunday morning, May 22, 2022, I wanted to surprise Mara with the song from yesterday that I had an earworm for after listening to it several times. I sang the catchy chorus into my cell phone:

"I still want your hands up on my body. You still make my heart beat fast, Ferrari. With me in the wave, but in the morning. Do you still want me?”

"Good morning, you sweet kitten. When will I see you?” I added as I waited eagerly for her reply.

After just ten minutes, I got a message from her.

"Would you like to come and visit me next Wednesday? There's the Leineweberfest here,” she wrote. My heart leapt for joy. I loved spending time with Mara and the Leineweberfest sounded like a great opportunity to have a great time together. Without hesitation, I enthusiastically agreed.