She had a nice look on her face and beautiful dark brown eyes. I caressed her cheek but then I was out on the street again, standing in front of the next brightly lit window. I saw a beautiful profile, loose hanging hair, neck and shoulders that were gorgeous and the breasts perfection. She tapped with her fingers against the pane. I walked into the house; into the room. It looked a little bit better than that other room. The girl dropped her shirt, stretched her arms above her head, turned slowly and asked, “Do you think I am beautiful?”
“Yes, girl,” I said, stroking her gorgeous body, “you are truly beautiful. Do you have to live in a place like this?”
“Please, everyone comes up with that question, but no one has ever taken me away from it.”
That irritated me. I took her by the hands and held her at a distance from me. My eyes feasted on her beauty. She said, smiling, “Oh, the way you look at one.” Then she pulled me next to her on a sofa.
“Do you live here?” I asked.
She nodded.
“And you can't get away?”
“I owe the landlady so much money. Please, you don't know how much girls like us have to pay.” She stretched herself. “Stop asking foolish questions. Do you know how to do it good?”
I kissed her beautiful shoulders, I took her breasts in my hands and licked the nipples. I enjoyed her nude beauty, but … I could not get excited. I did not know what had come over me. What did that mean? I pulled the girl up and had her sit on my lap, pressing my face against her gorgeous breasts. She playfully grabbed for my member, her smile faded, making place for a disappointed expression. I was ashamed of myself. But she noticed that and tried to console me, “Oh, well, you are tired today!”
It sounded sweet. I kissed her bosom. A nude bosom, especially a beautiful one, never failed to excite me. I kept kissing. To no avail. I put money on her table and ran away. I became nervous and jittery, a feeling I had never known before. Was I through? No, the girl was not my type.
The next window. A fat slob. I had gone up and down the street once more, looking into every window, when an old woman who was standing in one of the doorways, addressed me. “Sir, I have something delicious for you. Fifteen years old … a virgin.” I wanted to walk past her, but she followed me. “I have beautiful rooms, dear Sir. A couch with saddle, and if you just want to look, I have a couple of very proficient girls.” I turned around and followed the old hag.
“I want to see them all,” I told the crone. And the poor girls arrived, dressed in blue, red and black gowns. There were about seven or eight.
After a while the old woman returned, pushing a little nude girl ahead of her, breasts like rosebuds about to bloom. The girl was blushing and shy. The others, the ones in the gowns, pulled the little one toward them and one of them even caressed her cheeks and gave her a little tender kiss. The old woman asked me to come over to one corner and said, “That is going to be fifty already, Sir.”
I mechanically opened my wallet and handed her the bills. Then I asked her to leave the room and I closed the door, behind which, I was sure, she was listening. I sat down in one of the low easy chairs and ordered the girls to take off their gowns. I wanted to become excited. I felt that my life's happiness depended upon proof tonight that I still could get excited. The girls stood around me in a half-circle, the little one, obviously a novice, walked shyly up to me.
“What are you afraid of? The gentleman won't hurt you,” said one of them, and another added, “My God, stupid girl, all he's gonna do is fuck you, that's why you're here, ain't you? Come on, you'll love it!” The others giggled and felt her lithe young body. They all seemed to have a certain respect for the virginity of the little one. I pulled her up to my lap, stroked her soft skin, nuzzled her little budding breast, the small of her back, kneeding her firm young buttocks. I tried everything I could think of to become excited, but despite an ardent desire, nothing stirred my loins.
One of the girls said, “Why don'tcha take off your clothes? We'll get you horny.” And I started to undress. They all pitched in and helped. They rubbed their breasts against my face and their organs against my hands and body, their pubic hairs tickling me all over. I could feel some life stir in my member. I could have jumped for joy. I took the first best pair of breasts in my hands, rolled the nipples between thumb and forefinger, licked the breasts of another. But when I was standing naked in front of them, the girls made strange faces and one of them said, rather loudly, “Oy, Veh!” A more experienced one opined, “Difficult to stab a virgin with that one.” I could have died from embarrassment.
“I wish you'd kick me to death,” I called out to the girls, throwing myself in desperation upon one of the chairs, covering my face with both hands. I felt like someone who had just been told he has only one more hour to live. The girls stood around me, caressing my hair, my skin; one of them had knelt down and was kissing my member. They were simply nice girls. But my mood had become so foul that I interpreted their goodness as pity, and the one thing I could not take was just that. I jumped up, grabbed for my clothes and asked the girls to leave. When they hesitated, I hollered at them, “Get out!” They left me alone.
I left the house slowly. I stole through the narrow street like a thief and, while I had never cared before that I might meet acquaintances of mine in that district, who — like I — went regularly on the prowl there, I hid my face in my coat collar, turning my head to the side every time someone walked by me. Suddenly I was again in front of that first house on the left, I walked back and looked into the window of the beautiful one. She was still there, as beautiful as ever, and she nodded and smiled at me. I had been embarrassed in front of her already and perhaps my inability was entirely due to the miserable surroundings. I clamped myself to that idea.
“If you could just give yourself some proof of that,” an inner voice kept telling me. Then I had a splendid idea: I liked this beautiful girl very much. I went into the house and entered her room. She looked at me, “No longer tired?” I asked her if she wanted to get away with me. She laughed, “That's impossible. Where would I go with you?”
“Away from here. Completely! I will rent you a place. Do you want to?”
The girl put her hands on my shoulders and looked at me with disbelief. “Don't do that. You shouldn't joke like that.”
It was difficult to convince her that I was serious. She owed the landlady more than one hundred in back rent. So who cared? I had to pay another hundred to free the girl from any future obligations since she had not given any proper notice. I gladly would have given more. Oh, if I could only have the girl with me in a decent hotel room.
It was a joy to watch the excitement that had come over the girl when she realized the sudden change of her fortune. “Do you really like me that much?” she kept asking me. She went through her clothes and asked me what I wanted her to wear. “Something very simple,” I told her. Soon she was dressed, and she looked beautiful. I embraced and kissed her.
Then I took her to the closest cabstand and gave the driver the name of the hotel where I wanted to go.
The girl said fearfully, “That one? They'll never allow me to enter there.”
I quieted her fears, “When you are with me, that I'd like to see.”