Summer of 1995 - First Time

This is a story about Bernd, a German boy living in Bavaria and his first time, taking place in the mid-90s in Europe.

Bernd had enjoyed his childhood in a protecting, stable family. Both parents were working full time. It was only when he was a small boy that his mother stayed at home to look after him and his younger sister, Erika.

His father worked in the automotive industry and his mother was a teacher. Both parents were loving, they shared same interests in art, music, activities in the open air like hiking, cycling and camping. Family gatherings and meals with friends at home was something that happened multiple times throughout the year, not only during Christmas or Easter. This had made Bernd a young person open to conversation with new people on various topics, obviously to the capability of his still developing intellectual maturity.

His big hobby was hiking in his beloved Bavarian mountains although in his heart he would like to become a race car driver, like Senna or Prost. He had models of different cars in his room and also played with Lego. His parents thought it would be good for him to learn playing the guitar, what they called a 'socialising' instrument. Bernd liked the sound but preferred playing with his cars and friends. As such he wasn't progressing much. When he was 12, he got his own room and Erika stayed in their 'children's room'. His new room was always the 'guest room' when his family was coming over. However, this was happening less often, and the room was constantly empty and his parents decided to give to him as he was becoming a real teenager now.

He was getting along with his sister quite well. In hindsight, probably because the family was close and caring. There were no conflicts at home, at least not in the presence of children. Erika was 10 but already at that age a good piano player, much better than him on his guitar.

Bernd was innocent for his age, even as a late teenager. He felt attracted to girls but knew this was not something for now. He had no idea how to abroad this male-female relationship topic anyway. He had kissed with a girl from a neighbouring class once at the annual school party when he was 17, but nothing else happened. When he was alone at home, he liked to look at the women dressed in lingerie in the mail order catalogue and would often masturbate. The kind of lingerie sets in this catalogue were with a lot of lace, semi-transparent; not something plain like his mother and sister were wearing.

Summer was approaching and he was sure the family would go again to Croatia, their usual destination, at the naturist camping they always visited. Even though he was 18 now, there was no way he would be allowed to stay alone at home. Not that he wanted to, he liked traveling with his family. This was the year he had graduated and the big question was, what to do next? Study, work or maybe an apprenticeship? His father could definitely speak with people at the automotive plant. But Bernd wasn't sure if that is what he wanted. The summer would be the right time to think about this. When hiking or cycling he would sometimes reflect on his future only to be distracted quickly by the scenery or something just happening.

End of July was the time the family took their holiday. The car was fully packed with all their camping gear and anything that could come in handy on location. Mother insisted that Bernd takes his guitar as well. He could play a little in the evenings. His father thought the guitar took up too much space in the car, but his mother won the argument.

During the drive to Croatia, Bernd would always look at the cars on the motorway; was there a sports car somewhere? Seeing something more exotic than a Porsche was very rare then. They would also play games, counting cars of a certain colour or brand. Music was playing from the radio, and the family was happy to go for their annual summer holiday. After having passed through Austria and the congested Karawankentunnel, the motorway ended and through Slovenia and Croatia it was on smaller routes, along the coast. There was so much traffic, always during the summer. German, Austrian and Italian license plates. Sometimes even from Holland. They were always going to the same naturist camping in Croatia. For their parents this was the perfect place to disconnect from work, city life and be as close as possible to nature.

Once they had arrived, they would unload all their stuff from the big Opel Omega wagon and start building up their tent. This took quite some time, and his father was instructing what to do, to get the tent standing and secured. It was a model with 2 separate sleeping compartments on both sides and a centre part which was used to store all their belongings and portable kitchen stove. Bernd and Erika slept in one part and his parents in the other. It was perfectly normal, natural, especially at this place for all of them to get naked and spend most of the 2 weeks like this (weather permitting). There was no shame of being nude with the family and other camping goers. He was used to it since a child. Also, as these were the mid-90s, there were no mobile phones that could take pictures, everybody was more relaxed. The camping was visited by people from all ages, from babies to elderly couples. You could see it all, thin people, sporty types, some overweight, young, old. When all were naked it was a mixed group of different shapes. (No tattoos or piercings at that time). At 18, Bernd was thinking if this was his last time spending the summer holiday with his family. Maybe it was. Some of his friends were going to start military service soon. He didn't have to but could. The camping was nice and the family had been coming here for many years in row. After the tent had been built up, he looked around, taking in the sea breeze mixed with the smell of pine trees; yes, probably he wouldn't be here next time.

His eyes wandered to his family. His father was approaching his fifties, 1m80 and well-tanned. A man that initially had done physical work and later progressed up to an office function at the car plant. He still had a good figure, a large, hairy chest which his mother used to complement often. His short dark blonde hair also matched the colour of his pubes. He was fit but his age started to show more and more. Bernd had inherited a lot from his father, although still very much developing, he was that young man type. They shared the same hair colour and similar cut. His mother was about 1m65 with black, flat hair, although only to her shoulders. Bernd had liked his mother more when she was younger and had long hair. Her skin was fair and she preferred to spend more time in the shade, under the pine trees where she would usually read. Her breasts were a C-cup, a bit saggy of breastfeeding both children with large, brown nipples. Her hips were quite wide, her pubic mound covered with that same thick, black hair shaped in a natural triangle. His sister was a mix between her father and mother. She was just the average girl, next door type, nothing spectacular but definitely not plump. She had long, dark blonde hair and had that same skin complexion as her father; she could get a nice tan as opposed to her mother. Only her eyebrows were her mothers, very black. Her breasts were already well developed with pink, small nipples and her pubes were very dark, forming a natural triangle. Most of the time she would hang out with other kids her age. Was this exciting to look at for Bernd? Not at all. It was natural, he had seen his family like this many times. All these naked bodies were asexual once you were used to it. Also at home, the bathroom door was never locked.

What to do at the camping? Well, for children there were all sorts of organised activities. Besides playing in the water, this beautiful crystal-clear sea the Adriatic offers during the summer months. Bernd and Erika were at an age to explore things on their own. If they wanted sports, they would find other teenagers and young people to play volleyball, table tennis, badminton or mini golf. Bernd also liked to swim or sit on a surfboard and paddle along the coast, roaming outside the official camping area. On a sunny day (which most were), next to the coastline, one could clearly see the rock formations heading into the seabed. Marine life was very present with different fish, sea urchins (be careful!), sea stars, crabs and shells. It was an amazing place to snorkel as well.

For lunch and dinner, they would usually get together. His mother would prepare the food; his father always opened a local bottle of wine. The supermarket inside the camping area provided what was necessary. It was not needed to leave the camping to get basic necessities. If it was too hot during the afternoon, the family would sometimes play Scrabble or cards. Bernd and Erika would also read a book sometimes, and he should start thinking about his future... what to do with it? Bernd preferred to swim, paddle on a surfboard and play volleyball during the day.

Saturdays were always the busiest days. This is when the weekly, summer renting period would start or end at the camping. People would be packing up in the morning; others would be coming in the afternoon. Some were staying over if they had booked for longer. Bernd's family always booked for 2 weeks. That was the minimum his parents needed for a holiday. The camping was really big and contacting others, apart from some polite exchange was not that common. Yes, parents with small children would spend a lot of time at the various playgrounds seeing the same, other parents. Apart from that everyone seemed to mind their own business. What was common though was greeting others in the morning; 'Guten morgen' was what you said. You didn't ask if they spoke the language. Most camping guests were Germans and Austrians anyway.

3 pitches from Bernd's tent a new family had arrived with a girl his age, she was definitely older than his sister. He noticed her for the first time when walking past their tent. She was sitting, book in her lap and reading. Hey, I just read that book as well, Bert thought. It was Wuthering Heights by Emily Brontë. He decided to walk back and talk to this new girl.

"Hey, do you like it?" he said while pointing to her book.

"I just started. Did you read it?" she replied.

"Yes. Funny, because I just finished it last week," Bernd replied.

"I am Bernd, nice to meet you. I am just over there," he said while pointing towards the direction his tent was.

"Hi Bernd, nice to meet you. I am Julia," the brunette with curly long hair answered.

"We are going to play volleyball in the evening. Maybe you would like to join?"

"Hmm, not sure. Maybe I'll come by," she said.

"Sure. As you like. See you!" Bernd responded.

"Bye!" answered Julia with a smile.

This was a normal exchange for Bernd. He was just interacting with someone of his age that wasn't far from his tent.

In the evening Bernd was already at the volleyball area, as were many other youngsters. Quickly teams had been formed and the game was on. Playing in the evening was nice, the sun was setting, it was cooler and looking up, the sun wasn't blinding with the risk of missing the ball. After playing a couple of rounds, Bernd was a bit tired and got his water bottle to drink. Only now he noticed that Julia was sitting a bit on the side on a bench, the most distant from the ones around the volleyball area.

"Hey, I didn't notice you were here!" Bernd said.

"Oh, I just arrived a couple of minutes ago," Julia replied. "I saw you playing though," she added smiling.

Julia had long dark brown hair, quite curly. She hadn't tanned much yet. But she was quite pretty, hips and breast proportions matched. Herr full breasts with bikini markings were firm, protruding forward with nice brown nipples. Bert noticed she was wearing a small black bikini bottom. This was a sign she was (probably) having her period. At the naturist camping it was tolerated that women who were having that time of the month could wear panties or bikini bottoms. Nothing unusual. It was an unspoken rule at such camp sites.

"Is it your first time here," Bernd asked.

"Yes, it is. We used to go to another camping, but my parents wanted a change, so this year we came here," she replied.

"OK, I see. Do you like it here?" he asked her and sat next to her.

"I haven't seen much to be honest," Julia replied.

"I paddle on a surfboard in the morning along the coast. If you want to come along, be welcome. There are some nice coves outside of the camping," Bernd told her.

They talked for a couple of minutes, and he learned she was from northern Germany. Their journey had been much longer than his to arrive here and she was here only for a week. On the way back her family would make a weeklong stop in Austria at the Ossiacher lake. Both decided to meet up the next morning.

The next morning, she came up to his tent still wearing the black bikini bottoms, said hello to Bernd's family and chatted a bit. Together they walked to the large pebble beach where surfboards were available for the camping guests. Both had taken a bottle of water, and these got strapped in a net bag to the board.

"You can sit at the front part," Bernd said.

Once the surfboard was on deeper water, Julia climbed on it first while Bert was stabilizing it. Both were wearing water shoes, which was a must. He then got on and started to paddle, his usual direction, southward. Julia was sitting with her back towards him, facing the direction of their travel. They were sitting in silence, enjoying the beautiful scenery; the rocks on the coast, blue water, a light breeze and the sun warming up their bodies. The only constant sound was the kayak paddle entering the water. After about 10 minutes they had left the area of the camping.

"Hey, you continue to paddle and I will hold on to the back of the surfboard, OK?" said Julia.

"Yeah, if you want, sure," Bernd answered. "We have about 5 more minutes to go," he added.

Bernd stopped paddling and Julia slid into the water. She turned to Bernd and said smiling how lovely the water was.

"I feel like a fish now!" she said laughing.

"I don't need these anymore now," she added and unfastened her bikini bottom and put it on the surfboard. Bernd was a bit surprised. She didn't have her period after all? Julia had already swum to the back of the board and Bernd started paddling again. She was holding on to the board as she was being pulled through the water.

After some time, they arrived at a cove and Bernd paddled up to the small pebble beach as close as possible, so that eventually the surfboard hit ground.

"This is the first private beach," he said with confidence. He had been here many times.

"Oh, nice," replied Julia, still behind him, attached to the surfboard.

He got off and sat on the pebbles, facing the sea. Julia was still in the water.

"So, what do you think of this place?" he asked her.

"It's amazing. Like a private part of paradise," Julia replied.

"Usually, no one comes here. Sometimes I am here alone for an hour."

Julia raised herself to get out of the water and it was only now he could see her entirely naked, this time without the bikini bottom. Of course, she had bikini markings down there as well, but what was an even bigger surprise is that her pubic hair was trimmed very short into a thick line! Because of this, her vagina lips were clearly recognisable. This is something Bernd had only seen in an adult magazine at one of his friends place 2 years ago. He had never though that he could see something like this at the camping. His body reacted; he got an erection very quickly.

As he was sitting with his legs up, arms resting on his knees, Julia could not see this. She was already sitting next to him and took the same position, staring towards the sea. Far away there was a big sailing boat. They talked about school and Julia told him she had also graduated. However, on second attempt only. As such she had had to repeat class and was 19 years old. She told him she had been a couple of times to Bavaria, but only during the winter, to ski. Bernd was a good skier, too. They talked a lot about this and after a couple of minutes started to laugh, because they were in Croatia, naked on a beach, in the sun and talking about skiing! Julia also got to know that he played the guitar and was keen to hear him play. Bernd wasn't that happy about it... Eventually they had finished their water and decided it would be good time to go back, to be on time for lunch. Luckily, Bernd's erection had faded. He walked into the water, towards the back of the surfboard and started to pull it into deeper water.

"Do you want to sit on the front part?" he asked Julia.

"I first need to cool down," she replied. With this she stood up and ran into the water. He only noticed how her breasts jumped up and down a bit.

"OK, now I will sit on the front and steer our ship," she said.

Bernd had taken his position and paddled away towards the camp site. It was so quiet here, did no one else come here at all? He hadn't seen anyone here since coming to this area.

"Stop!" shouted Julia suddenly.

"What stop!?" responded Bernd.

"Stop paddling," she added, softer now. "There are fish here I had not seen before. Your paddling scares them away."

"Well, how should we move then?" Bernd asked surprised.

Julia told him she would sit on her knees and use both hands as paddles. He should lay on the board and use his feet, but not too fast.

They were in deep water already but managed to take their new positions. The board moved slower but was also quieter now.

"Did you see that one, grey, blue and rainbow?" she asked him.

"No, I didn't. In this position I can only look on the sides, and not so much in the deep," he replied.

The paddle was balanced at the centre of the board, luckily in a position it wasn't moving. Bernd wasn't enthusiastic about Julia's idea to advance in such a way but had remarked she acted in a very confident way and accepted her instruction for now for this particular way of moving the surfboard forward. After two minutes or so he wanted to tell her they were going really slow but at that very moment she changed position. Instead of sitting on her knees, she now bent forwards, her head just over the tip of the surfboard. She was now looking down to better observe what the sea was hiding from her earlier. Without noticing, in this position she exposed herself involuntary more to Bernd. Her ass was now up, and Bernd was looking straight at it! He could see her bum hole and just underneath it her vagina lips. He got an erection again but was happy his under body was in the water.

"Do you see something, Bernd?" Julia asked him.

He had to swallow but then replied that in his position he wasn't noticing any particular fish.

As they approached the camping, Julia took her original position again. Closer to the pebble beach she changed position again, now with her feet forward and put on her bikini bottom.

They put the surfboard aside and then went to their tents. Lunch was waiting.

The afternoon was very hot. Both were reading. Julia also had a Walkman and would listen to music.

In the evening they met at the volleyball area again and she watched Bernd play. Bernd liked playing volleyball, but he also looked more careful at the other girls. No, none had their pubic hair the way that Julia had it. They just had a natural triangle, covering exactly those bits Bernd had seen earlier on Julia.

The next day Julia was away. Her parents had decided to visit the old town, next to the camping and also eat dinner there.

"Go and play a bit on your guitar," his mother animated him. "I am sure your new girlfriend would like that."

"Mom, she is not my girlfriend," Bernd replied in a dry tone.

At 8pm Julia got back with her parents, and she came to check what Bernd was up to.

"Bernd should play the guitar," his mother said. He heard his father shrug.

"Yes! Can you do that, Bernd?" Julia said.

"If you insist." Bernd wasn't really happy about this.

"Oh, come on... please?" Julia added with a sweet voice.

OK then. As the sun was going to set soon, Bernd put on some shorts and a t-shirt. Julia was wearing shorts and a short top, showing her belly button. He took his guitar and they walked away, towards the children's play area. It was quiet there now and enough benches to sit on.

He started to play a bit, stuff he knew. Sometimes adding his own variation of a song, melody. He tried his best to impress Julia but knew he wasn't any good at it. How was this a socialising instrument as his parents had told him a couple of times?

"I like it," Julia said.

He continued to play. Would sometimes stop. Then they would talk a bit, but he noticed there was more. She was giving him these looks; he had difficulty reading them. Her eyes were bigger now and looking deep into his. Then he played again but eventually ran out of his repertoire. Julia looked at him again, her face closer than ever. Now he looked at her as well, in a way he had not done before. What was happening? She moved closer, looked at his lips, closed her eyes and opened her lips. His lips met hers, they connected and stayed like this for a moment. Then she started to kiss his lips, use her tongue. This was completely different kissing than what he had done with that girl during school ball. In any case, he thought Julia was a good kisser. He felt his erection growing and pushing through his shorts against the guitar. He still had the instrument in his lap.

"Put that guitar away now," Julia said.

She was the one taking the initiative. She kissed him again, pushing herself into his arms. Naturally, he took her embrace. It felt really nice. So, this is what it was all about then. Why the wait? Well, Bernd, there wasn't anyone around earlier like this he thought to himself.

"Julia..." he mumbled.

"It's OK, I know," she said softly.

What did she know? That he had no experience, that he was a virgin? Was it that noticeable?

"Enough for today," said Julia. Why enough? But yes, he was quite overwhelmed. So many things were happening. They walked back to towards the area where the tent pitches were. He dropped her off at her spot and she gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, saying good night.

The following morning was a beautiful day again, no clouds in the skies. Mornings were always best, at least for Bernd, to explore the area from his surfboard. He met Julia shortly after breakfast. They were the same, behaving like nothing had happened last evening, both wanted to keep this for themselves and the rest of the family didn't need to know. Inside though, Bernd was feeling a sense of pride, that he had now really kissed, French kissed a girl. It gave him confidence, like this was some important milestone in his life. He was looking forward spending the morning with Julia much more than last time. Both decided to take the surfboard again. Apart from water they also took a camping mat to sit more comfortably on the pebbles.

"Is there another 'secret beach'," asked Julia when they were on the water.

"Yes, there is one. 5 more minutes further away from the one we were before," he answered.

In the morning the sea was calm, paddling was easy. Julia sitting in front, wearing her black bikini bottom and her dark brown hair slightly waving with the wind. Bernd really liked looking at her back, she was pretty, quite sporty as well. Once they were a bit away from the camping beach, she took off her bikini and placed it behind her. Bernd looked at it and thought how close this piece of fabric had been to her private parts. They passed the small beach they had been on 2 days ago. Bernd had been there many times, also during previous years. He knew this area. A bit later another, small pebble cove appeared. Bernd steered towards it, at the end letting the surfboard ground itself against it. Julia got off and walked around a bit. There was nothing to explore really, it was a very small beach, surrounded by rock cliffs. Bernd looked at her and there was something different about her, he felt attracted to her. She looked different than the other young women at the camp site. Julia waived at him, telling him to come on the beach. Well, he wanted but had gotten an erection by looking at her body. He grabbed the camping mat, put it in front of him to hide his hard dick. But this was not of much help, he had to put the mat on the pebbles, so both could sit more comfortably.

"Hey, it's OK. I think it's normal and these things just happen," Julia said as neutral as possible.

Bernd felt embarrassed. Yes, he liked her but did his dick need to show this as well, so prominently? Women were lucky they didn't have such issues.

They stared at the sea in silence for a while.

"Do you like me?" Julia asked while still looking forward.

"I like you a lot," he replied. His dick was throbbing, although in the position he was sitting now, arms on his knees, this wasn't visible.

"I like you, too," she replied.

Julia turned to him and gave him another kiss on the cheek. Bernd didn't know what to do. Julia put her arms behind herself, leaning back. A minute later she lay down on her back, placing both hands behind her head. Bernd noticed this from the corner of his eye. Julia had closed her eyes, she was relaxing. He turned his head a bit and could see her whole body now. Apart from her bikini markings she had a nice tan all over. With every breath her breasts were raising a little bit. They looked amazing. Further down was her flat tummy, much flatter than his sisters. Below was her thin belly button and the most fascinating part for him; her pubic mound was visible, covered only by dark brown, short, trimmed hair, shaved in a thick strip, all the way down over her vagina lips. He was so close to this.

"Do you like what you see?" Julia said while keeping her eyes closed. She was smiling. She knew he would be looking at her. Bernd was caught off guard. How could he have been so naive. He blushed.

"Eh..." he didn't know what to say. "Yes, you are very pretty," he added quickly.

"You are quite the handsome guy as well," she responded. "You know, we are alone here, who are you hiding for?" Bernd was still sitting, he would have liked to lean back or lay down completely, but his erection was full on.

"Julia, I can't..." he managed to stay.

"Oh, come on. Don't be so shy. There is no one around, only me. I think you should be fair towards me," she added. Now she changed position, a bit on her side.

This was like a dare game; he had to do it. He was a man after all. Yet again, this was so embarrassing. No other woman had seen him in such a state. Desperation was knocking on his door. Well, now or never he thought. He first leaned back on his elbows, looked a bit at Julia but she was giving him that look, that this was not enough. He put his head down, crossing his forearms over his face. This was so embarrassing, he couldn't control himself. He knew that Julia could see it all now, his erect dick, pointing towards his belly button, sometimes his dick would pulse, it was not something he could stop or change now.

"Looks nice, Bernd!" Julia said with a grin. His glans was now partially uncovered by his foreskin, his small balls tightly attached to the bottom of his shaft.

"Thank you, for doing this," she added. "Don't be so shy around me. I like you."

That was the problem, he liked her, too and felt very attracted to her. He got up and sat down again, that same position, looking forward. Julia was still on her side, also looking forward. Their eyes crossed and she gave him an air kiss combined with that desiring look. Should I kiss her now, Bernd thought. Maybe. He liked her after all, and a kiss is an expression of affection towards another person. That was Julia for him. He looked at her again and turned towards her, approaching his face to hers. It was what she had been waiting for. They kissed, again and longer this time. This session lasted for some time, she was caressing his hair and was basically following her moves, also caressing her long hair.

"Mmmm.... That was really nice, Bernd. You are a good kisser!" Julia said smiling.

"Julia, you are the most amazing woman I have met," Bernd replied. He didn't know what to say. It was all so much for him.

"Let's go back to the camping," said Julia.

She stood up and walked to the surfboard, turning it around and directing it to deeper water.

"Are you coming?" she said.

Bernd was still sitting, he had watched her walk in the water, her figure. His erection was not giving him any rest. He decided he needed to join her. Julia was trying to get on the board but clearly needed his assistance in stabilising it. Bernd knew how to get on the board himself, why didn't she? Maybe it was more difficult at the front? Probably. When he was close, water above his knees, Julia turned towards him with that questioning look, if he was going to help her. She noticed his dick pointing forward and smiled. Bernd was in deeper water now, held the board so she could sit on it. Then he got on it and paddled back.

At the camping it was the usual programme; lunch, hanging out with others, a bit of reading and volleyball in the evening. Bernd was suspicious that his parents and sister would notice that he was spending so much time with Julia. He didn't want them to think there was something going on between them. In the evening, instead of playing the guitar at the children's playground, they walked around the camping, Bernd only in his shorts and Julia with shorts and a short top. Behind the supermarket they kissed, and it felt good. Julia wanted to hold hands with him, but Bernd could not accept it. What if his mother or father (or even worse, his sister) would see them like this?

"Let's go back to that beach tomorrow," Julia proposed.

"Sure. I would love that, Julia," he answered.

They walked back in silence towards their tents, said goodbye.

The following morning their ritual was repeated, they met at the camping beach. Only difference was that Julia was wearing a green bikini bottom now. Bernd felt a bit more comfortable now with her. At their private beach they took their spots, facing the sea. Now he had taken the first step, leaning towards her and kissing her. She responded immediately and their embrace was very passionate. She was caressing his chest, but he was still holding her neck, not moving his hands anywhere else. Julia directed his hand onto her breast. This action made his erection only harder. It was the first time he was holding a breast like this. It was so soft but firm at the same time. Naturally he petted her nipple, and Julia seemed to like this a lot. She was caressing his chest as well and moving her hand downwards. Very quickly she struck on his erect dick. He was super excited, his blood pumping, his semen ready to make it to that only exit. She probably knew this; she brushed his penis just with the back of her hand.

"You can touch me there, Bernd," Julia said.

It was 10 o'clock, full sun, just the two of them on their little beach. Was this happening now, Bernd thought to himself. This was his best summer ever. He put his right hand on her thigh and moved it where it was getting warmer. While looking Julia in the eyes he felt something new, like a soft cushion, covered with short hair. Julia opened her legs a bit and now he could move down more. Here the cushion parted, it was moist.

"Use your finger now," she whispered in his ear, breathing at the same time.

He did and felt a new part of her, a new type of skin, moist, hot and smooth.

"Oooh, yes..." Julia whispered again.

With everything that was happening until now, and this approving 'yes' from Julia, Bernd exploded. Without touching himself or Julia touching him. He felt his semen shooting up to his chin, on his chest. It was violent. What had just happened!?

"I am so sorry, Julia," Bernd said.

"It's OK, sweety. That's normal," she answered in her caring voice. "Everything is going to be OK."

For Bernd it was not OK. Couldn't he just be with her, talk to her without thinking of sex? His mind wanted this, but his body was clearly sending different signals.

"Lay down, relax," Julia told him.

He tried to calm down, but how? He then stumbled, "I am sorry for this," pointing with his head towards his fading erection, partially covered in his own semen.

"I already told you, it's OK," Julia said as calm as possible. "It's natural, it just happens." She was so confident about these matters.

He tried to relax and took on a similar position as her. He tried to think of something else, and they talked about the book she was reading and books in general. The semen was now drying onto his skin.

"You don't have a girlfriend, do you?" she asked.

"No, I don't. Do you have a boyfriend?" he responded.

"I had one last year, but we broke up, it didn't work out. He didn't want to work and was distracting me from my exam year. I skipped quite some classes because of this. Then he became more aggressive and my parents told me to stop seeing him. In the end they were right. I still underperformed on my exams and had to repeat class this year.

"Wow, that sounds complicated," Bernd responded.

"Yes, it definitely was," Julia replied. Then later; "I don't want a boyfriend for the moment. Like you, I still need to decide what I am going to do in October."

Luckily his hard on had disappeared now.

"Shall we go back?" she asked him.

Yes. That was a good idea. He rolled up the camping mat, and they got on the surfboard. He paddled back, she didn't ask him to be quiet, and not paddle, like last time. Closer to the camping she put on her bikini bottom again.

The evening was a bit like last time, playing volleyball.

"I noticed you are spending a lot of time with Julia," his mother remarked.

"Mom, I am just hanging out with her, she is my age. She reads the same books, we like the same music, ok?" He definitely didn't want his family to know what had already happened between them.

"Sure, sure," his mother responded.

"I think you like her," giggled his sister.

"Shut up, Erika," Bernd snatched at her.

The next morning, he went to see Julia, but she was not at her tent. She was coming back in 15 minutes her mother informed.

After some time, Julia came over to his tent.

"Hi, how are you?" she said in her usual confident tone.

"Good. You?" Bernd replied.

"Great! Hi, I thought we could take a picnic with us. I bought some buns at the bakery this morning and have some sausages. I also have a little backpack, so if I don't fall off the surfboard, we should be fine."

She is smart, Bernd thought.

"Yes, that sounds like a plan."

They embarked on their usual route. This time Julia was sitting straight, keeping her balance with her backpack on. Bernd was paddling, towards the second, smaller cove.

"It's really cool you thought about this," he told her as they were approaching the beach.

"Yes, I thought it would be nicer for us to stay here longer, just us, you know."

The surfboard hit ground on the pebble beach and Julia got off. She posed the backpack and then took off her bikini bottom. Bernd rolled out the camping mat and Julia put a towel on it, making it more comfortable for them. She hadn't told him about the towel. That was a welcome add-on.

"Nice, it feels like a little expedition, an adventure," he said.

"It does, and we have more privacy here," she added.

They were staring towards the sea. He was really starting to feel more comfortable now with her. It was usual for them to sit in silence for a bit. Just looking towards the horizon. Bernd had been thinking about this question since some time and thought he could ask her now.

"Why do you always wear your bikini at the camping, as you don't have your period?" he asked while looking straight forward. There was a longer pause. He thought that maybe she was not going to answer him, maybe his question was inappropriate after all?

"Well, actually I don't want my parents to see me like this, the way I am now down there," she responded in a very calm way.

Bernd was happy that she answered. That this was not something she would be offended by.

"Oh, ok, I see. I didn't think about that," said Bernd.

"My ex asked me to do this some time before we broke up. It was already summer and I thought, why not. Even though we broke up, I like it this way. I just don't think my parents need to see it," she answered.

They were both looking towards the sea.

"Do you like it?" she asked him.

"Yes" he mumbled. It reminded him of the women he had seen in various, provocative poses in the adult magazine at his friend's house.

"Now, don't be so shy," Julia laughed and pushed his shoulder.

Bernd smiled at her and she returned the smile, showing her white teeth. Her eyes wandered to his lips and leaned towards him. They kissed, and how. It was a deep wet kiss; their tongues played with each other. It came naturally, he learned while doing. Or so he thought. At the same time, he got hard again. Julia was touching his chest, his arms. He naturally went for her breasts; it was the most delicate thing he had ever touched. Julia leaned back, reclined on the camping mat and he joined her in this movement. They were kissing for a long time before they needed to get some air. Both on their sides, facing each other, they smiled and then laughed. It came easy.

"I really like you, Julia," he said.

"I like you, too."

"Here, you can kiss my breasts, too," she said while cupping them with her hands. This made them point forward even more. Bernd looked at her, then again at her breasts. Slowly he moved his face closer to these magnificent globes. He placed a light kiss on her right breast and immediately tasted some salt; it had dried there from the water splashes while she was getting off the surfboard. But the salt quickly dissolved with his saliva and now he was tasting her flesh, this soft and smooth texture. It was amazing.

"Flick your tongue around my nipple," Julia instructed him.

Bernd obeyed and discovered how interesting this was. He felt the nipple getting harder and bigger. Julia was moaning in approval. She caressed his hair. Then she pulled him closer and they kissed again. Bernd was in heaven. This was so nice to do. Suddenly he felt how Julia had wrapped her hand around his dick and started to stroke him.

He stopped kissing and looked down. It was her hand making these movements delivering so much pleasure, not his own like it had been so many times over the past years.

"Touch me, honey," whispered Julia.

Bernd didn't know how. What he done last time was nothing, he only had put his hand there. And after a couple seconds experienced an uncontrolled orgasm.

"Don't be afraid, you won't hurt me," she said.

She parted her legs a bit and Bernd put his hand on that soft cushion. Luckily, she had stopped stroking him, otherwise he would for sure explode, just like last time.

"Use your fingers to touch me."

He pressed two fingers between her lips and felt her most intimate parts, warm and wet. He was honestly curious what he was touching but Juia had grabbed his neck and pulled him closer so she could kiss him. Then it happened again, she took his dick in her hands and moved his foreskin up and down.

"Julia!" exclaimed Bernd.

It was too late, he came, splashing his semen on his stomach, Julia's hand and the towel. It was too much for him. The sensation was nice, but he didn't want it, he couldn't control it.

"I am so sorry, Julia," he said with a sad voice.

"Don't worry, sweetie," she replied and kissed him.

They sat down; his stomach was all gluey. He went to the sea; he didn't want it to dry on him. Washing off the semen was easier said than done. His spunk sticked to his body, hands, it didn't want to get off. He used pebbles at the end to scrape the remains off his body. Julia was laughing.

"Shall we eat something now?" Julia proposed.

Yes, that was a good idea. The backpack had stayed dry; its contents survived the surfboard voyage to their private beach. Julia pulled out two white buns and a package of German sausages.

"This will have to do for now," she said.

"This is great, Julia," Bernd said in approval.

Lucky for them a long, thin cloud had appeared, protecting them a bit from the direct sunlight. After they were done eating Julia put on her water shoes again and went in the water. Bernd shortly joined her and they swam a bit, cooling down. She splashed water at him and he at her. Obviously, he was much better at this than she. Her hair was completely wet now but they were having fun. They came closer to each other and standing in front of each other now, the splashing game stopped and Julia looked again at him, in that particular, a bit seductive way. The sea was at their waste and Bernd noticed how Julia's nipples were pointing forward. He approached her and they kissed, it just happened, naturally. Their lips tasted salty. Julia threw her arms around his neck and pressed herself against him. He felt his dick rising, touching her stomach. He could not pull back now, she was holding him and they were kissing.

"Let's go on the beach," she said.

He followed her, observing how nicely her buttocks moved.

"I just love this weather!" exclaimed Julia.

"I like being here with you," countered Bernd.

"You're so sweet," she responded.

Julia kissed him and then sat down.

"Sit next to me."

Bernd was standing next to her; his dick half erect. Now he didn't mind anymore. Julia had seen, experienced him in so many intimate moments these days that all shame he would have by being in her presence had vanished. He sat down next to her and turned towards her, first time taking the initiative to kiss her. She melted for him. Slowly she grabbed his dick again and started to stroke it. He felt less sensitive now. He put his hand on her mound, again not really knowing what to do next. Julia had noticed his lack of experience. She stopped kissing him and looked at him.

"I will show you."

She placed her hand on his, her fingers on his and pressed his index and middle finger between her lips. Bernd felt the warm, slimy texture of her inner lips. Julia moved his fingers up and down and around a thicker part of skin, at the very top of her lips.

"You can make circular and up and down movements. Just pet it but be very delicate."

Bernd was putting in efforts to please Julia although he wasn't sure he was doing it right.

"Can you kiss my breasts at the same time?" she asked.

He obliged and was suddenly busy, forgetting his own pleasure. He had to focus on these 2 things at the same time. Julia was breathing more heavily and moaning lightly. Maybe he was doing it right then?

"Press a bit harder with your two fingers at the top, there where you feel more skin," Julia told him. Bernd did again what he was asked to.

"Yes, yes,.... oohhhhh...." Julia moaned.

At the same time, she closed her legs and he felt that she was pulsing down there.

"Don't move your hand," Julia said quickly. "Just keep it there."

After a couple of seconds, there was another pulse, contraction. She pressed her legs even tighter together, entirely immobilising his fingers. Bernd had already stopped kissing her and looked at her face. She seemed to glow, looked happy.

"I had a lovely orgasm, Bernd. That was great," Julia finally said.

"OK, you can remove your hand but please do it slowly."

Bernd was quite proud that he had managed this. Girls were so much more complicated than boys, it was like switching on some sophisticated machine with a lot of buttons and levers.

Julia rolled on her side and asked him to come up close, spoon her. They remained like this for some time. Their bodies were warm.

"I would like to do more with you," she said.

Bernd wasn't sure what she was hinting at. Was it sex, like, the real thing?

"I would like to be your first one," Julia said.

Bernd couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"If that is OK for you?" she added.

Bernd swallowed. What should he answer?

"Julia, I have never done this." He said this in a bit timid way.

"I know."

Julia sat up, arms on her knees and facing the sea.

Bernd put an arm around her shoulder and kissed her neck.

"I would like to try," he whispered to her.

Julia turned towards him, smiled and kissed him deeply, so their tongues could play again. She then put her hands on his chest. He liked this, it felt so intimate. He grabbed her waist and was also stroking her buttock.

"That's nice, Bernd. I like how you touch me. You are so gentle."

He didn't know otherwise. He was learning from her. He had no comparison.

She leaned back a bit, supporting herself on her right elbow. Bernd joined in a similar pose, in front of her. She lifted her left leg, putting her foot at the hight of her other knee and parted her legs a bit, giving him access.

Naturally his hand wandered down on her pussy. He could also see her better now. In this position her lips where separated a bit and between them he saw wrinkled, dark purple smaller lips. His fingers were attracted like a magnet to this body part. Touching her there was something magical. The way Julia responded was extremely exciting to him. She was so wet down there.

"Ok, I am ready, Bernd." "Wait," she added.

She turned towards the backpack and pulled out a silver durex pack.

"I bought these this morning in the supermarket, next to the reception of our camping. I was hoping this would happen," she said with a smile.

Bernd knew this supermarket, but he never noticed they sold condoms. This very moment he had to think of his sexual education class some years ago. All had to open such a package and roll the condom down over a wooden rod. At class this was accompanied by a lot of giggles. Not here, not now. This was serious.

"Don't be nervous," Julia said while putting her hand on his shoulder.

Bernd managed to rip open the package and a sticky condom appeared. He looked at it and then rolled it over his dick. Julia smiled at him and kissed him.

"I really want you, Bernd," she said.

"I want you even more, Julia."

Julia turned on her back and opened her arms. Bernd lay partially on her, one leg over hers and kissed her.

"I want to feel you, sweetie," she said.

She pushed Bernd on top of her, so that his legs where in between hers. Again, they were kissing. Julia spread her legs even more now and told Bernd to lift himself a bit. She then grabbed his dick and positioned it at the entrance of her vagina.

"Ok, you can push in slowly now."

Bernd pushed and he felt that his dick was sliding into her, she was warm and he felt completely surrounded by her flesh. When he was in entirely, he automatically moved back a bit and then in. Julia didn't need to instruct him how to do this. It was just happening.

"Lovely, just like this," encouraged Julia.

"Come here, kiss me at the same time," she added.

Again, two things at the same time for him, although this was easier. The in and out movements didn't need any guidance, they just happened.

"Does it feel nice for you?" Julia asked.

"Julia, this is amazing, I have never felt something like this," he replied.

He felt that with every trust his pleasure was mounting, his dick closely sealed in its thin rubber housing. And then there was the warmth from her, surrounding him inside.

"Julia, I feel like an orgasm is approaching, I feel it coming," Bernd said while breathing heavily.

"Oh, yes. Continue, continue," she replied while breathing and moaning.

There it was, this point of no return for him, he continued his trust movements but was coming at the same time.

„Oh Julia, oh, ohhh..." he exclaimed.

He was overwhelmed. What a feeling, incomparable with masturbation. Deeper, stronger and much more fulfilling. He lay on top of her, breathing in her ear.

"Was it good for you?" Bernd asked her.

"It was very nice, very nice, Bernd," she replied.

She kissed him and then lay like this a bit for a moment. Small waves were hitting the pebble beach in a repetitive way creating this soothing atmosphere. The sun was also burning Bernds back, he could really feel it now.

"My back is burning, Julia," he told her.

"OK, wait a second," she said.

She slid her hand between their bodies, and he felt how she grabbed his shaft, pushing her fingers up. She spread her legs a bit and then said: "OK, now move out slowly."

Bernd could push himself away from her now, to rest on his knees. Once he was out, Julia released him and now he understood that she was making sure the condom would not slide off him, inside her. Just at the entrance of her pussy his dick was now nearly flaccid, the condom hanging down, filled with his semen. In this position, between her spread legs, he noticed that between her wrinkled, purple lips there was the most beautiful pink he had ever seen. Julia noticed his stare and threw one leg over, closing the view on her most private parts.

"Come over here," she said.

But how? He still had the condom hanging on his dick. She took it off and made a knot.

"We can't leave this here. You should throw this away at the camping," Julia said.

They cuddled and kissed. Then went into the water and back again to dry and tan in the sun.

"Julia, can we do this again?" Bernd asked.

"We can. Tomorrow, OK?" she said. "It's really getting hot now and there is no shade here."

"True," Bernd replied.

They decided to go back to the camping.

He asked his mother if Julia could join them for dinner. Of course, his parents were fine with that. She seemed like a nice young woman, and apparently, shared many interests with their son.

Julia talked about a lot of stuff. Bernd had heard it all already, but pretended sometimes to nod, like it was something new he was hearing. After dinner Bernd grabbed his guitar, more to please his mother, that his instrument wasn't taken without purpose. He played a bit, and Julia was with him. When it got darker, after sunset they kissed again. They thought no one was seeing them. Their attraction was so strong now.

"I would like to go back to our beach tomorrow," Bernd said.

"I want that, too", responded Julia with a smile.

They kissed again and then walked back to their tents in silence.

"Have you been with Julia again?" asked his sister when he manoeuvred his way into the sleeping part of their tent.

"Yes," he replied.

"I think she likes you a lot. She is your girlfriend now, right?"

"She is just a friend, Erika," Bernd countered.

"Well, I think there is more than that..." said Erika quietly.

"Go to sleep," he replied.

Bernd turned away from her. He thought about what had happened on the beach this morning. It was a special day; he would remember it; the first day he had real sex. He really wanted it to be already to tomorrow and see Julia again. Then he thought about paddling to their private beach, imagining how Julia sat in front of the surfboard. Eventually, he fell asleep.

"Honey, this is our last full day here, you know, right?" said Bernd's mother while they were eating their breakfast in front of their tent.

"I know mom," Bernd replied.

"I need you tomorrow morning dismantling the tent," his father added. "We are packing everything and then leave. There's a long drive back home with heavy traffic. You know, like every year."

Yes, that was true as well. Bernd nodded and stared into the distance, a part of him didn't want to accept this.

He packed a bun, 2 apples and his water bottle and walked towards Julia's tent. She was arranging some stuff, and he said hello to her parents. They also knew both were spending a lot of time together. Julia joined him in her black bikini bottom and her lunch pack. When they were on their own, closer to the beach, Julia said:

"It's our last day here."

"I know. I have to help my father tomorrow with the tent," he replied.

"I have to help my parents as well," she said.

Bernd was a bit melancholic while they were leaving the big camping beach. This was the last time paddling towards his private beach. He called it 'his' beach, because in all the years he had been coming here, no one else was there. Julia sat in silence. Bernd then thought back to the first day when they had built up their tent. Was this the last time he was here with his family? Other young people were also here with their parents. However, in general, 18 or 19 years old was the upper limit for young people still joining their parents. That was Bernd's observation at least.

After their usual trip, the surfboard hit the pebble beach of their little cove, the second one, not the first private beach. Julia got off the board and looked at Bernd. Bernd looked at her.

"Hey, this a FKK beach," he said smiling.

"Oh, of course," Julia responded and immediately took off her bikini.

"So many things were going through my head when we were on our way. I completely forgot I still had these on," she said.

"I know, I was thinking a lot, too," Bernd replied.

They sat on the camping mat and towel, rest of their stuff in Julia's small backpack. Bernd was taking in the view, the calm sea, blue sky, the breeze. It was a little, private paradise for them. Julia kissed him on the cheek.

"You know, I am very happy that we met. You are a really nice guy," she said.

"You are the most amazing woman I have ever met," he replied.

They leaned back, resting on their elbows and looking in front of them. Sometimes a seagull would fly by, a sailboat in the distance, the sound of the waves; there was no notion of time here.

Julia turned towards Bernd and gave him a long kiss. As their lips were sealed, Bernd's dick rose immediately and he felt how Julia grabbed it and started to masturbate him.

"Touch my breasts, honey," she instructed him.

Bernd did and she continued to stroke him. His pleasure mounted quickly.

"Julia, please stop. I am going to come", he said in her ear. She didn't. She just continued to stroke him, even increasing the pace.

"Julia.... ooohhh, Ju... lia...., oooh...." was all that he managed to say. This semen shot landed on the pebbles and on her hand. And he had only touched her breasts.

Julia grinned and kissed him again.

"You know, it's so hot for me to see and feel this," she said.

Bernd was surprised how open she was about these matters. Maybe she did have more boyfriends before, not only the one she had told him about?

"Let's go for a swim to refresh," Julia said.

They both went in the sea, swimming out in the deep. It felt nice for Bernd to have his dick being cooled down. He dived to also cool his head. Then they stopped, turned on their backs and floated, heads in the sea, looking up in the blue sky. He looked at Julia and liked how her breasts were sticking out a bit above the water surface, her nipples pointing. After some time, they swam back. Julia stopped him before the surfboard; they were standing waist deep in the water.

"Kiss me," she said.

They started kissing, literally eating themselves, it was very intense. Automatically, Bernd's hand wandered to Julia's firm breasts, and he was playing with her hard and wet nipples. This made him hard again. His dick again, pressing against Julia.

"Put your finger inside me," she told him.

His hand wandered down on her pussy, and he felt the delicate flesh of her wrinkled inner lips.

"There," she said while taking his hand and pushing his finger further backwards. Now it slid inside, into a slimy hole. Bernd was surprised how warm it was inside and the feeling of the different liquid which was definitely not water. Julia started kissing him again and moving her under body against his hand.

"Come on, let's do it again, Bernd," she said.

They walked out of the water. Bernd with a fully erect dick. They sat on the camping mat, leaning back. Bernd's dick was throbbing. Julia then knelled next to him, telling him to turn on his back in such a way that he had the whole camping mat underneath him. Julia turned towards her backpack and retrieved another durex package. She opened it herself this time and rolled the condom over Bernd's pointing dick.

"So, now we are good. We don't want any babies, right?" she said smiling.

She knelt above him, grabbed his shaft and slowly lowered herself onto him. For Bernd this was pure magic, he felt how his dick was being surrounded by her hot body. Then he was entirely in, Julia was now sitting on his stomach. She smiled and slowly leaned forward to kiss him. Then she rose again, placed her hands on his chest and started to slowly move up and down. She was riding him. From Bernd's point of view, it was an amazing sight, so erotic. He grabbed her by the waist, securing her movements. It felt very nice. She was in control; they were only connected through his dick. Julia started to breathe more heavily. Then she leaned back a bit, removing her hands from his chest and placing them on her thighs. Her breasts were waving up and down in the rhythm of her movements. Bernd grabbed them, holding them in place and flicked his fingers around her nipples.

"Oh, oh... oh," released Jula, continuing to ride him.

" Are... oh,... you... oh,... OK?" she added not stopping. Sometimes she would move back her hair that fell on her face.

"Julia, oh... this is amazing... oh," he replied.

"Don't come yet," she said with a pleading but at the same time sensuous look.

That was more difficult said than done. Bernd was not in control and these up and down movements were increasing his pleasure significantly. He wasn't setting the pace.

"Julia, oh... I think...., oh,... I will come soon...," he managed to say while trying to control himself as much as possible.

"Pinch my nipples," she said quickly. Then she saw his eyes opening wider, he was close to coming now. Bernd pressed on her nipples a bit harder although he didn't want to hurt her either. How to know what is good now? He saw Julia placing her right hand now on her pussy and quickly rubbing up and down with two fingers.

"Tell me when you come, Bernd," she said moaning.

"I am coming.... now!" exclaimed Bernd. He felt how this organ started to pump up the semen, exploding inside her. He breathed and closed his eyes. Little stars were flying around this head.

"Ah, ah.... ah, ah.... aaaahhhh....!" added Julia, grasping for air. Then she stopped moving.

Bernd opened his eyes. He released her nipples, placing his hands on her waist again. Julia smiled at him sending him an air kiss. She had kept her hand on her pussy. Now she started to pet herself again and moan as well.

"Oooh, yes, ooh.... oohhh.... aaah...!" Julia breathed out.

Then she leaned forward, entirely and kissed Bernd. They kissed deeply, their tongues playing. Bernd felt how his erection was disappearing and after a short time his dick just slid out of Julia's vagina. Julia giggled.

"You were great, Bernd," she said, now kissing his front and caressing his hair.

"Julia, I had the most amazing orgasm in my life," he said. "I saw little stars."

"Little stars are good!" she replied.

"I had two orgasms, Bernd. It was very nice for me, too," she said while resting her head next to his, still maintaining their embrace.

"Two?" Bernd asked surprised. How is that even possible he thought.

"Yes. It was very nice. Mmmmm...." she replied. Then a bit later: "You know, sometimes when I play with myself, I can have 3 or 4," she added with a giggle.

Bernd couldn't believe her. That was just not possible.

She kissed him again but then lifted herself. In this position, with her knees outside of the camping mat the pebbles were starting to hurt her. The excitement had faded.

She stood up, standing next to him, looking down. Bernd was still on the camping mat. He felt there was something attached to his dick.

"You better put yourself back in order," Julia said smiling.

This was a weird perspective for Bernd. Julia's head was covering the sun, white rays of light coming through her hair, partially blinding him. He lifted himself up, pulled the condom off and tied a knot. Julia took it from him and put it in her small backpack.

"Let's swim again and then we can eat whatever we have left," she said.

They went into the sea. The water, surrounding Bernd's every body part was such a welcome refreshment. He needed this. After some time, they came back closer to the coast and splashed water at each other.

"Julia, I am still hungry," he said.

"Hmm, yes, I could have something as well," she replied.

"I think we just used more energy today," Julia added.

As they got out of the water Bernd remarked how Julia's bikini markings were becoming less visible. The sun had done quite some work on her body this week. They packed up their stuff, got on the surfboard and Bernd paddled back towards the camping. He was looking at Julia, sitting in front of him, her nice back, entirely tanned. As usual, closer to the beach, she put her bikini bottom on again.

Friday evenings there was always a small disco next to the main restaurant. Of course, people would be dressed, because of the evening temperatures and it was also a way to just show, especially for the women, that they also had nice summer dresses. Bernd and Julia were there, but so was Erika. The Rhythm of the Night, Scatman's World, Be My Lover and other dance hits were played, and all young people were dancing to these. It was nice but not an ambiance to be close together, romantic. Julia was wearing a light blue short dress, her breasts unsecured. That was actually quite common at such camping's, for such events. On the other side of the restaurant, Bernd and Julia kissed again but there were too many people up that evening to really find a quiet spot.

The next day, Saturday was the day to leave the camping. Bernd was helping his father dismantle the tent while his sister Erika helped their mother loading other things into the car. Bernd und Julia had decided to say goodbye in a more formal way, just kisses on the cheeks. They didn't want their families to see them French kissing. Of course, they had exchanged phone numbers and addresses. They were going to write and call each other.

On the journey back home, the family talked about their summer holiday. Parents were happy, their batteries recharged. His father would be going back to work on Monday. His mother, being a teacher would still be off for a couple of weeks before schools would start again. Erika had made some friends as well and exchanged contact details. Bernd was thoughtful, his head a bit in the clouds, looking outside and not really focussing on anything passing by. He was thinking of Julia, and everything they had done together. He couldn't tell his family all the details, nor that he had become a real man now.

The weeks after the holidays Julia and Bernd would write to each other. Sometimes they would call, but these calls were not that easy. There wasn't that much to talk about and sometimes Bernd just didn't know what to tell her. The awkward silences during such calls were uncomfortable for both. Towards December, Julia wrote him a letter that she would be joining her parents for a ski holiday in a couple of weeks. She named the resort where they would be and that they could meet up for a day. Bernd liked this idea and was looking forward seeing her again. Unfortunately, 2 days before their planned meeting, he fell of his bike, going too fast in a corner on the cold, slippery road. His right leg was injured by the bike and his own weight crushing on his knee. It was absolutely not possible for him to ski now and walking wasn't easy either. He called the resort to prevent Julia, but the hotel said they couldn't find guests under Julia's family name. This really frustrated Bernd.

Julia thought something may have happened to him. Not so much an injury, she maybe thought that he had met someone else or changed his mind altogether. She called him from the hotel the day after they were supposed to meet and he explained her his situation. She understood and felt sorry for him.

Their exchanges faded and eventually stopped entirely. The summer of 1995 was now only a memory in Bernd's head. A very nice one, but it seemed far away, unreal. Looking outside his window onto the Bavarian winter landscape, he understood that it was over. Both would not see each other for a very long time.