September: 1935

The cool autumn wind blew past as Eva Haase strode down the village path leading to the small roughly hewn brick building that encompassed the campus of the Lyzeum, the  devoutly Lutheran counterpart of the male Gymnasium.  This German version of the American high school system provided college preparatory coursework for the teenage population of the small town of Northeim in central Germany.  Eva was a fresh eighteen year old, her mind filled with bright ideas and hopeful dreams for the future amidst the turbulent times that predominated her life as well as that of many others around the world in 1935.  Germany was steeped in the world depression but there was significant optimism that the new leadership of this ‘Third Reich’ would prevail, outlasting the times and restoring her country to a level of high prominence.  In the service of the Furhrer, Adolph Hitler, it was every young person’s duty to grow up strong and intelligent for the sake of the Fatherland.  A stout, healthy young woman, Eva was a petite five foot two inches, quite slim with shoulder length stark blond hair, lightened to an almost pale white on the surface by many days exercising outdoors.  The strands had been bound back around her head, revealing the soft slope of her neck.  Beneath the thin wool sweater that kept her warm in the chill, one could she a pair of small, perky lobes that signified two ample breasts.  She had always been an active girl, not a tomboy, but rather proper in her own way.  Strong, as every good German woman should be, but meek and polite as was customary of her young age.

“Did you hear about the Heidrich?” an auburn hared peer in similar sweater and knee length skirt inquired of Eva as they passed through the threshold of the building large double doorway.  She was Maria Hueg, daughter of a prominent bookstore owner and an infrequent acquaintance of Eva.  Heidrich was her older brother, about three years her senior.

“No,” Eva responded her large blue eyes perking up with genuine interest.  “Is he alright?”

“Most certainly,” Maria responded. “He was allowed entry to the Luftwaffe, and begins his flight training next week!”

The Luftwaffe was the airborne arm of the German military and a newly created group.  While nine out of ten men were really training in glider planes because of the military restrictions imposed on Germany due to the treaty of Versailles, it was still a great honor for any German family to have a son accepted into the program.  The two strode down the hallway energetically as Maria described everything to Eva, going on about her parent’s reactions and his most recent letter home.

Eva bid Maria a quick goodbye as she ducked into her first class: German history.  She was a lover of history since she was a little girl and the coursework she was learning had excited her greatly.  She had never been aware of the predominant role the Nordic peoples had played in the technological developments of the world and how all the other people in the world were really just branch offs of this original people.  Since the new government had taken power, school history courses had never been so Euro-centric.

The day thus continued quite normally, a healthy dose of education mixed with a bit of gossip from her friends.  Athletics was the last period of the day and was an event Eva really looked forward to.   With her final class starting, Eva exited the locker room in her tank top embroidered with the school’s crest and matchin athletic shorts.

Along with the other girls she quickly lined up before Mistress Frau Denzler, their athletic instructor.  Frau Denzler was a hardened woman who may have one day been a model, her features were so delicate but her athleticism prevailed and, while still quite attractive, was in no way dainty.  About thirty six years of age she was the physical education inspiration for the women of the Lyzeum, dressed in a tank and shorts with her hair pulled into a bun and a sliver of auburn-red lipstick that betrayed only the slightest bit of femininity. Pronounced in both stature and volume, her commands were heeded without question.  Eva knew she was married to Herr Denzler, a local civil servant working for the city’s waste management bureau, a relationship Eva had always found queer.  An odd man, tall and gangly, he was one of the least eligible bachelors, although he did have a secure and reputable position.   As she was a very strong personality Eva naturally assumed that she wanted a man she could control and a lifestyle that wouldn’t be threatened.  She got both.

The girls began about their exercises, stretching, running about the gym, organized calisthenics, etc.  The routine was ritual, as the Nazi government was very firm on the physical fitness of their citizens.  Various athletics were mandatory throughout the national school system and all young people were vigorously encouraged to pursue similar endeavors outside class.

“Eva.” The tall blonde woman announced at the end of the practice as the girls scattered from their dismissal.

“Yes Mistress.” She responded meekly as the other girls exited the gym toward the locker room to redress.  She was a little startled.  The only time Frau Denzler ever kept anyone after class what when they had either been less that enthusiastic about their training or were outright disorderly.  Such was a reprehensible offense in the eyes of the school.  She couldn’t figure out what it was that she had done wrong.

“Eva,” the instructor repeated as she turned and began toward her office at the other side of the gym.  ” I believe you are aware of Major Knorpel’s visit next week.”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Well I was observing your recent performance in class.  You are a very enthusiastic and vibrant girl Eva. “

“Thank you, Mistress.”

“Well I need to select an attaché for the Major during his visit to the school.  The duties entail the student following him around during the day of his visit and showing him the campus from a student’s perspective.  Are you interested?”

“Certainly,” Eva responded breathlessly as the instructor opened the door to her office and led the young pupil inside. The door was shut behind her and Eva was motioned to have a seat before the desk.  The Mistress reached over to the blinds before the window on the door and drew them closed. “Thank you, but why me?”

“Like I said, you are the most energetic of my pupils, and an intelligent and beautiful young woman.”

“Thank you Mistress,” she said, her mind racing with excitement.  She couldn’t wait to get home and tell her father about the honor.  He was her only remaining family member after her mother died.  Both of them were only children and she had no extended family, at least not in this part of the country.

“And the Major is a strong supporter of the national standards on physical fitness.  After discussing it with the Headmaster, we thought it would be more than appropriate to name a girl with your outstanding academic record as well as your abundant physical prowess.”

“It is quite an honor, Mistress.”

“Yes it is.”  She replied bluntly, looking down at her.  The instructor moved over to the desk and sat on its edge.  She reached up and pulled the hairpins out of the back of her head, letting her long blonde hair fall down about her shoulders.  With her hair out of a bun, her features softened considerably and she eased her posture a bit.

“You are a most attractive woman, but I have not seen you chasing around with the boys in town.  Are you afraid of them?”

“Not really Mistress, I’ve just been quite concerned with school and my father’s business,” This was very true as her father owned a local butcher’s shop and she would help him every evening while the rush crowd of people getting meats for dinner came through.  It was tough work.

The Mistress dismissed the information, apparently not really caring about it as she may have proposed the question entirely out of idle conversation.  She leaned forward and extended her hand toward Eva.  The tip of her index finger brushed away thin whips of hair that had fallen into Eva’s eyes and pushed them back while, her stared at her own feet.  The young eighteen year old’s soft cheeks were flush, partially from the workout but more so from the Mistress’s peculiar interest in her.  The instructor’s hand slid down her cheek delicately to the nape of her neck and Eva stopped breathing for a moment.  She looked up to, for the first time, directly meeting the gaze of the Mistress whose eyes had retreated from their stern gaze and were strangely fixed upon Eva’s countenance.

Frau Denzler’s hand slowly slid around to the back side of Eva’s neck cupped around the curve.  She gently and slowly pulled her forward.  A multitude of questions ran through Eva’s naïve head but her reaction was suffocated in her fearful respect for the teacher.  The Mistress closed her eyes and kissed Eva slightly, their lips pressing softly against one another.  Eva’s astonished eyes were wide with exclamation but she didn’t know what to do and allowed the act to continue.  Barely three seconds had passed when their embrace parted but for Eva it was and eternity of considerations and wonder.

“Was that terrible?”  The Mistress inquired, her hand still on the back of Eva’s neck.  “Not quite like kissing a boy is it?”

The astonishment of the situation passed as she considered the question.  In the entire time she had felt uncomfortable she realized it was primarily because of the world around her, the life she led, the people she knew, the government she was dictated to by.  For the first time she dealt with the situation in terms of what her heart felt.  While there was no question that she liked boys, in fact she liked them very much having kissed several and even fumbled around a bit, but this wasn’t as alien as she would have thought it to be.

“No,” she finally commented as her instructor brushed more of her hair back.

“Good,” The other responded as she knelt down before her seated pupil.  She leaned up and their lips met again as the Mistress pulled Eva’s tank out from her shorts.  There were only slight pecks as they tasted the mouths of one another while the young woman’s shirt and bra were removed by Frau Denzler.  “It gets much better.”

The eighteen year old’s breasts were full and perky as so many young ones are.  Little more than that which should fit inside one’s hand, they were topped with small pink nipples that stood firmly at attention.  Eva’s head bent back as her Mistress slid her left hand around her, taking hold of the small of her back and pulled Eva’s body against hers as her mouth engulfed an ashen lobe.  The tender touch of her moist tongue as it encircled her aureole was soothing and incredibly arousing. The unspoiled virgin’s eyes clenched, unbeknownst to her seductress, as Nazi programming infested her thoughts.  This was wrong she reminded herself.  The Nordic pride of Germany, the females, should never pervert themselves with one another.  “Sacred to us is every mother of good blood,” she remembered Heinrich Himmler stating in one of his radio addresses implying her role as wife and mother to not only a good Aryan man but to the German state itself, not in the perpetration of this sort of vulgar pleasuring.

While this conflict erupted in her mind she unconsciously allowed her hands to reach out and rub along her Mistress’s shoulders.  The poisoned teachings of a dictatorial doctrine continued to lay siege upon her wants, her desires, her need for this most forbidden of taboos.  She began to realize that her sexuality was not what she had been taught, instead it was not strict, rigid, unflexing.  The party’s brainwashing propaganda had buried these desires so deep in her, so hidden, in fact, she wasn’t even aware they existed.  But now they were alone, behind closed doors and she wanted this, she had to have it.  Her hands moved from the other’s shoulders up along her neck and slipped into her hair.  Frau Denzler began to suck harder, nibbling slightly and then caressing the nipple with her tongue and lips.  The pale skin about her breast had become a dark tan color as the instructor’s lipstick smeared the spot.  The strong grasp of the young virgin pulled her partner’s mouth harder against her breast as she felt the passion swell inside her.

“Yes Mistress,” the Elsa moaned in a whisper. “Yeeeeeessss.”

Frau Denzler’s mouth broke its torrid embrace and she looked up at her young pupil and smiled.  She began to kiss her way down the soft skin of her stomach as she pulled the shorts out from under the seated girl and down her thighs.  As the black cloth fell to Eva’s ankles, the Mistress stared into the young woman’s eyes.  She reached forward and removed her slight white cotton underwear as well.  Eva could smell the sweet musky scent of her own, excited womanhood as the dainty panties were pulled back to reveal her small mound of blonde hair.  She shivered with anxiousness.  She had never embraced another person in this way and for such an experience to challenge her upbringing and her conscience, however programmed, was almost too much.  But she found herself delighting in the experience, the thought of this older woman taking her, teaching her about this new world of passion.

The panties fell to the floor as well and the instructor slowly slid her hands up along Eva’s thighs from her knees to her hips and back again. Eva had crossed her arms before her chest as if suddenly realizing her nakedness before the flaxen seductress.  Frau Denzler gave her a reassuring, and possibly domineering, smile as she gently pulled Eva’s legs apart, revealing the full view of her womanhood.   The young girl’s eyes were recondite and tense as Frau Denzler broke their gaze and her head began to move down in between her white inner legs.  The Mistress paused briefly as her nose tickled the pubic hair and Eva flinched. The older woman inhaled deeply, reveling in the delightful smell of the petite young lady’s aroma.  The instructor’s tongue slowly parted her own auburn lips to tickle the hair itself.  Eva’s arms left her chest and found the older woman’s shoulders again.  Unknowingly her legs spread farther as her lover brushed against her hair, possibly in anticipation.  Still tenuous, her hands dug into the other’s shoulders, her nails biting their way into her flesh.

Eva’s posture was stiff and immobile.  Frau Denzler had difficulty positioning her head to approach the seated girl’s womanhood properly.  Her tongue pushed its way through the pubic hair and lightly brushed up against the edge of her lips.  She flinched again and the nails dug deeper.  Eva felt the moist tip of her instructor’s tongue slide along the ridge of her opening, from bottom to top and she felt slight tinges of pleasure tickle her pelvis.  The feeling was lovely, the naïve girl thought as she realized, for the first time, the pleasure her stimulated vagina could afford. Her lips yielded to the tongue which penetrated the juicy canal and began to move around.  She felt her Mistress probing inside of her, delicately caressing her orifice.  The feeling was calm, elegant and soothing.  Her skin went flush again as the act evoked a consuming and comfortable warmth through her entire body.  Eva’s body eased and her instructor noticed the change in her posture.  Moving her hands from the girl’s knees back to her behind,  she cupped her hands around her cheeks and slid her body closer atop the chair.  The young blonde’s pelvis moved in accordance, shifting forward and pushing her muff up and outward allowing her Mistress a much more accessible position.  Her eyes closed and her breathing became rythmic as she felt the older woman continue to push her tongue inside her slit whose lubrication had considerably increased.  Frau Denzler lifted Eva’s legs up onto her shoulders and then firmly clamped her hands at the back of her pupil’s buttocks and pulled her mid section into her face as she pushed her tongue upward.  It found the sacred goal in Eva’s clitoris which was slightly swollen and red, awaiting the anticipated tongue-lashing.

“AAAAAGGGGHHHHH!” She grunted quickly, possibly too loud, as her Mistress’s tongue and mouth consumed the sensitive spot.  She lurched forward, partially out of pleasure but more out of surprise, and her hands grabbed the back of her Mistress’s head.  The instructor stopped and reached up with her left hand and put two fingers over Eva’s lips.

“Shhhhh,” she pronounced with a whisper.  Eva nodded agreement.

“You taste lovely my pet,” she added.  “Now let me finish.  Suck on my fingers so you don’t call out again.”

She did as she was instructed and let the two front fingers of her Mistress’s hand push into her mouth and she began to suck on them.  She felt the other’s head move its way back into position between her legs and open her crevice again.   Frau Denzler began to caress her pupil’s clit yet again, although, this time Eva was prepared for it.  As the passionate wave of ecstasy shot through her pelvis and lower body she grabbed onto her Mistress’s hand with both of her own and sucked on her fingers.  She had never felt such incredible tinglings, infesting her body and elevating her rapture.

She grunted and wimpered, consuming her mistress’s fingers, her eyes tight.  Her breathing accelerated.  Within seconds her womanhood exploded with an orgasmic fury, soiling her partner’s face with her juices.  Her body squirmed almost uncontrollably as Frau Denzler’s tongue continued to lick her increasingly sensitive clitoris.

Breathing heavily, like she had just run a marathon, Eva laid back in the chair, her body limp from the brilliant ordeal.  The girl’s school athletic instructor leaned back on her knees and paused for a second, staring at the now not so naïve student.  Her hand had elft the girl’s mouth and was resting on her her chest, where she lovingly stroked her tight eyed prey and the girl tried to recover herself.

Soon she stood and Eva suddenly came back to reality and realized where she was.  Her arms reflexively folded about her chest again and she crossed her legs feeling small and vulnerable before her schoolmaster.  She watched as her Mistress stood and pulled off her own shirt and bra, dropping them to the floor.  Her breasts were large but slightly sagging, the vulnerability of age she conceded.  She was still quite beautiful, however.  Beautiful?  Eva thought.  Never before had I looked at a woman and felt attraction but now it feels so natural, so true.  Frau Denzler leaned over and reassuringly kissed the girl again, soft and light, as she took hold of her hands and stood her up.

“I want you to touch me, my child,” she whispered as she leaned back against the desk.

“I’m not sure w-what to d-” Eva stammered but she was interrupted.

“Not like that, just your hand,” she responded ad she pulled on her shorts, allowing them to drop down to her ankles.  She lifted a foot out of them and tossed them to the side. “I’m not sure you’re quite ready for that just yet, anyway, but the touch of your hand will be sufficient for now.”

“Yes Mistress,” she responded, more than a little unsure of herself.

The instructor took her right hand and led it down between her legs.  She let the young girl feel her way through her blonde pubic hair, guiding it the whole way.  Eva closed her eyes and envisioned what she was feeling, absorbing every texture, every curve, every crevice.  She leaned forward and nuzzled against the older woman, pressing the bridge of her nose against the side of her Mistress’s neck.  Frau Denzler responded by crooking her head to the side in an embrace.  Her teacher very moist and the student followed the guiding hand as it pushed in between her crevice.  Slowly she began to caress it, exploring the outer labia and the lips.  She hardly noticed when Frau Denzler removed her hand to allow her student to proceed on her own.  Her hand was thoroughly wet as she managed to push four fingers inside, sliding in and out repeatedly.  Then she remembered what her Mistress had done with her clitoris…

Eva let her fingers glide along the woman’s lips until she found the small nub atop her opening.  She smiled when she heard her lover gasp at the sensation.  The young girl began to caress and massage the spot, slowly encircling it with a rhythmic pattern.  She continued for a short while, listening to her instructor’s breathing become more exaggerated and erratic.  She noticed that her pelvis began to rock with the motion of her hand in a corresponding cadence.   Her body became tense and she noticed the muscles in her neck flex tightly.  Suddenly she felt Frau Denzler’s hand land on top of her own.

“Yes my child, yes…harder…Haaaaarderrrr!”  she groaned as she pushed down on Eva’s hand and began to guide it around with a much faster rhythm and a great deal more pressure.  No longer really in control of the action, the young girl opened her eyes to observe her lover.  The older woman’s head had reared back and her body began to shake violently.  Her mouth was agape in a silent scream in which her breath had escaped her lungs as the feelings came over her.  The Mistress pressed harder against Eva’s hand, so much so that her fingers hurt slightly and she quickly felt a stream of fluid grease her hand.  Frau Denzler’s breathing became short, quick gasps as she released her grip on the other’s hand and put it behind her to brace herself.

Eva moved over to her clothes as her Mistress recovered from the orgasm.  She could see that the inner portion of Frau Denzler’s thighs glistened with lubrication in the light of the office.  The vision was interestingly erotic.  She thought of when her Mistress was poised between her legs, her tongue infiltrating her most sacred treasure.  The young woman considered what the experience would be like to perform the same.  She felt disappointed that she hadn’t done so to Frau Denzler.  She wanted to know what it was like to feel the hair on her lips, her flesh about her mouth, the taste of her juices on her tongue…

Eva quickly dismissed the torrid thoughts as the reality of the situation began to hit her.  She was no longer in a fantasy world, her experience no longer a numb veil of ecstasy.  She immediately began to dress, slipping into her clothes like an automaton, moving without thinking, staring at the floor, transfixed without really thinking of anything.  The programming kicked in again, unconsciously, like a device that couldn’t be shut off. She dressed and left.

After showering and changing, Eva strode quickly home to tell her father about the honor that had been bestowed upon her.  At least she had that to tell him to explain why she was so late.

But her mind was a flurry of chaotic thoughts.

This wasn’t going to go away. She could never face Frau Denzler again with the same disposition, she was forever changed, her essence altered.  For good or evil, she did not know yet.  But for the first time, she saw the world of lies that surrounded her.  It was just the beginning.