How We Fucked in Socialism - A Month of Longing in Selce

Meanwhile, Suzy was still stroking my cock, with her other hand squeezing my balls, and I felt every moment that a tidal wave was about to come that would cover us and drag us into a depth from which there would be no return. And then suddenly, unable to endure that torment any longer, I spread her legs, laid her on the dry pine needles, and plunged into her pussy with a force that had been building for more than seventeen years. And I began to thrust, thrust, and thrust. Suzy was pulling me deeper into herself, digging her nails into my back and ass, while I pushed and pushed wanting to press her more and deeper, all the way to the center of the earth. All the while, I was kissing her neck, hair, and face.

- Goedemorgen! - we heard a female voice behind us. Drago, a guy from Senj who studied architecture in Vienna, didn’t even turn around while we were sorting passports and entering data for the people's militia, and of course, I followed his example.
- Look what she wants - he said. He wasn’t the type to be easily disturbed.
- Goedemorgen! Spreekt u diuts? - the voice repeated, and I slowly turned around, cowboy-style. I was seventeen years old and almost three months, I was a receptionist at a camp in Selce, overseeing passports, looking for the best spots for tents, explaining where to eat well, drink, dance, in a word, I was terribly important.

The sun the color of withered sunflowers was blazing and scorching that morning, and when I turned around groggily, the first thing I saw were large dark sunglasses, long dark brown hair, a miniskirt the color of overripe oranges, sturdy legs, and the serious face of the girl who was addressing me in an unknown language, which I assumed came from the Germanic north due to the militancy of her consonant pronunciation.
- I, ich spreche ein venig Deutsch. Bitte schon - I mumbled the usual phrase. - Womit kann ich Ihnen dienen? - I continued like a true merchant, because that’s what we actually were. We were selling spots for tents, the sea, the sun, fog, and various other things.

- Mogen Wij hier kamperen? - the girl continued, and then immediately corrected herself. - Entschuldigen Sie! Ah, Deutsch! Deutsch! Verstehen Sie alles was ich sage?
- Jawohl, ich verstehe fast alles, aber, bitte, sprechen Sie etwas langsamer.
And that’s how we met. Her name was Suzy, she had just finished high school, was eighteen years old, came from some Dutch town, and spoke a bunch of languages.
The problem that troubled me was Drago's daily teasing.

- Little one - he said - it’s time for you to fuck something. When if not now? Surely you don’t think some girl from your class or neighbor will give you pussy. Foreign girls are the best for these things, and you have no worries, you don’t have to hold hands, relatives won’t marry you off, your parents won’t bother you.
Drago, who called me little one, was almost a head shorter than me. A stocky twenty-five-year-old with a big nose, terribly dark and hairy all over, with a charming and disarming smile, became a legend in a month and a half. Almost every night he went off with some foreign girl into the woods behind the camp, and then the next morning he would stretch and purr contentedly like a cat.
- Little one, those half-hippies are the soul, when that stops, new generations will regret it. And last night, she really wore me out, but damn it, I’m not to be thrown away either. Oh God, how beautiful life is, if only it would last. But, summer can’t pass without you remaining a virgin. Drago will sort it out, just listen to me and trust your friend.

I talked to Suzy about school, books, she spent all day swimming and sunbathing, went out somewhere in the evening, and it repeated. Then one evening I saw them dancing. Her and Drago. I found it funny because Suzy was taller than him, but they were dancing tightly pressed together. Drago never missed an opportunity. I was with some friends on the summer terrace, guys my age who were proving their manhood with wine and spritzers and occasionally casting glances at the couple. At one point, they disappeared and I felt a surge of jealousy.

The next morning, Drago and I were sleeping in the same room, and as soon as he opened his eyes, the story began.

- Little one, that little Dutch girl is good. She’s, my old man, the real nation. There’s no cile-mile like with our girls, and what’s funniest is that she likes you, but she’s fucking me.

It’s a shame I didn’t kill him at that moment. I took a deep breath for a full few thousandths of a second, and then rushed to the bathroom. I looked at myself in the mirror and told myself what an idiot I was. And then I first felt something in my throat slowly, and then stronger. Big boys don’t cry, don’t cry, I told myself as tears streamed down my face.

- Little one, hurry up, we’re late for work. Come on, come on, it’s nothing - I heard Drago’s voice. The old male whore knew exactly how I felt.
All day I was downcast, sullen, and silent, even the receptionist warned me that I needed to smile more. In the evening, I talked to the night guard, I didn’t feel like anything. And then at one point, I heard a voice with an aggressive consonant pronunciation.

- Goran! Goran! Willst du mit mir heute abend spazieren gehen?
No, great, I really felt like a walk, but when I turned around and saw her smiling, all my sulkiness disappeared. We headed towards a small inn near the camp, had a bamboo drink, talked, and then suddenly she took my hand. For a while, we held hands, and she kissed me gently, slowly, wetly, pliably. When we broke kisses to get air, she smiled strangely. Suddenly, we both stood up and started down a narrow path along the shore. We were still holding hands. I felt my damp palms, and then an erection. It was a time when my cock could get hard even at a hole in a beech tree. Occasionally, we paused, kissed, and the fear in me of something unknown and desired grew geometrically. When we reached some little pines, Suzy sat down. We continued kissing. I didn’t know where to put my hands, I was afraid to touch her, she slowly stroked my hair, face, neck. I don’t know how long that lasted, when she took my hand and placed it in the slit of her dress, and I held her breasts, trying to do something. I touched her nipples, squeezed those pear-shaped breasts, and probably without competition won all the Nobel prizes for clumsiness.
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Zartlich, zartlich - she whispered softly, and I assumed that meant tenderness. But damn, I could be zartlich when my hands weren’t obeying me and when I didn’t even know where I was, and my tight-fitting pants were starting to rip at all the seams.
The temperature that evening in Selce was equal to that at the center of the sun, streams of sweat were falling from my body, the air was suffocating - I was dying. Time was passing at the speed of light, her hand was unbuttoning my shirt, and then, oh God, my pants. She pulled my cock out of my pants and gently moved the skin up and down. I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum, some unknown voice in my head screamed. And while I was trying to collect myself, not knowing what to do, Suzy took off her panties and moved my hand from her breasts to between her legs. My hand stiffened, not knowing what to do. For the first time, I touched a woman in a place I had intensely dreamed of for years. That strange forest hill, with a damp path into something dark and unknown, that source of wetness was wet, slippery, like a mussel, velvety soft and completely yielding.

Meanwhile, Suzy was still stroking my cock, with her other hand squeezing my balls, and I felt every moment that a tidal wave was about to come that would cover us and drag us into a depth from which there would be no return. And then suddenly, unable to endure that torment any longer, I spread her legs, laid her on the dry pine needles, and plunged into her pussy with a force that had been building for more than seventeen years. And I began to thrust, thrust, and thrust. Suzy was pulling me deeper into herself, digging her nails into my back and ass, while I pushed and pushed wanting to press her more and deeper, all the way to the center of the earth. All the while, I was kissing her neck, hair, and face. Suzy would occasionally move her hands from my back and ass to my hair, pulling it painfully. But there was no pain. Pain didn’t exist, only the approach to a climax that was not coming. Suzy suddenly arched beneath me, pressed me hard against the ground, straddled me, and impaled herself on my cock, then began to rotate her ass like a madwoman. Our panting turned into louder screams, and a thought crossed my mind that what we were doing was making too much noise and that we would surely be heard in a radius from Senj to Rijeka. That any moment some people and the people's militia would come and separate us. But nothing of the sort was happening.

I couldn’t control myself, and Suzy kept spinning and impaling herself, moaning while I was now almost screaming, completely intoxicated. Above me, I watched that, until half an hour ago, beautiful face contorting, a face completely distorted, hair wet with sweat plastered around her head. Her hands were tearing at my chest while I squeezed her ass. And then, a hundred thousand years later, I felt a shudder starting in my spinal cord, spreading throughout my body, and at that moment, all the nuclear warehouses of this world exploded. Suzy fell on me completely wet. For a long time, the two young bodies lay still, one on top of the other, still panting like marathon runners. God, I came inside the woman.

- Dank u, dank u, dank u zee - she whispered in my ear, and I thought if anyone should be grateful, it was definitely me, not her. I don’t know how long we lay there, powerless and half-dead, kissing, whispering all sorts of things in different languages.
- Ik heb honger, ik heb dorst - she said, and I was hungry and thirsty too. We got dressed and, holding each other, headed back to the camp. When we reached the reception, we saw Drago laughing. I felt quite embarrassed.

- Little one, tomorrow we’re working, and buddy, change your pants and shirt.
I turned red, and then for the first time in the light, I saw my shirt and pants full of dirt and brown pine needles. Suzy smiled, kissed me, and went to her tent.
Until her return to Holland, we were constantly together, and every evening I learned more and more. The night before her departure, we fucked for the last time. When we returned to the camp, there was a small black-and-white television at the reception. A crowd of people was staring at the screen as images showed Edwin Aldrin and Neil Armstrong landing on the Moon with the Apollo 11 spacecraft.

- Come, look, people on the Moon - our night guard shouted almost frantically.
- I was just there - I said, hugging Suzy.