The Next Caruso–Part 2

CHAPTER 6

I was back again the following morning wearing a dark blue blazer and medium blue slacks. I had a white button-down shirt with a paisley tie when I walked to Steffi’s door. Her mom answered with a grin on her face. “I knew you were nothing but trouble, Rob—taking my Jewish daughter to a Christian church. Tsk…tsk.”

“Don’t blame me…she asked to come. Okay, if I bring her back after dinner? Does she have any homework she has to do?”

“Yes to the first question, and no to the second. Actually, I don’t mind that she’s attending church. We should all go a lot more regularly. Unfortunately, Neil isn’t the religious kind. Oh, here’s the convert now.”

“Right, Mom…I’m going to join the Salvation Army, sing on street corners and pass the tambourine. Don’t you always tell me all the good they do? I’ll bet they’d just love to get their hands on a nice Jewish girl like me. Morning, Rob.” She walked up to me and laid a big kiss on my lips.

“I think we need to go. I have to be there early. Do you have something comfortable you can change into?” She nodded and pointed to the hallway. We said our good-byes and left.

I held the door for her and walked around to the driver’s side. I had just buckled up when she leaned over and kissed me again, a lot more energy and love in this one now that we were alone. It was so wonderful I didn’t want it to end; I was ten minutes late for our pre-service meeting which did not make the choral director very happy. Worse, I couldn’t explain very well why I was late. What would I say? “Sorry, but I was engaged in a torrid kiss with my girlfriend?” I didn’t think that would go over too well. Fortunately, I knew the two hymns they wanted me to sing. I led Steffi to a pew, got her comfortable, and gave her $10 for the collection. Then I kissed her cheek and walked away. I had explained that I had to be with the choir the entire time.

We sang several times during the service, but at Communion I was to sing “Amazing Grace” as a solo. The Choir and I sang “This Little Light of Mine” at the end with me in the lead and the choir behind me. Both were well done, I thought. It was almost eleven when we walked out. I introduced Steffi to the minister who noticed her star, but only commented that he hoped he’d see her again. “Okay, I’m sure you’re hungry. I know that I am so we have two choices—breakfast or lunch. C’mon, I know of a nice restaurant we can go to for either.”

We both opted for breakfast which was big enough to last until dinner before driving straight to my house. “Let’s do something this afternoon,” I suggested, “and, no, not that. It can wait until later.” We decided to drive into Cambridge and walk hand in hand along the Charles, the river that runs between Boston and Cambridge. It was a beautiful fall day with plenty of sunlight and not too much humidity. We found a nice park bench and sat, watching the world go by. I brought some leftover rolls from the breakfast and we fed the squirrels and pigeons. It was really nice, but we both wanted to be somewhere else. I got the hint when Steffi moved up really, really close to me—almost in my lap.

“Okay, I can take the hint. Let’s go home and you can have your way with me.”

“Oh, goodie—that’s just what I was thinking. C’mon!” She jumped up and pulled me along, not that I was reluctant. No—I was just as eager as she was. I drove home, a drive of about a half hour watching Steffi disrobing in my car as we went.

“I just hope we don’t get stopped by a cop. Look at you—you’re almost naked.”

“I am not! I’m naked and ready to go. See, I just have my top draped over my body and my skirt over my bottom half. If you go ahead of me I can run in and right upstairs.”

“Suppose I want to do it downstairs, like on the floor or the kitchen table.”

“You are so kinky. Is this what going to church does to you? I thought it was kind of interesting, actually. I liked that it was in English. You’d be lost if you came to temple with me. Know any Hebrew?”

“I might if they had any operas in Hebrew. Guess why I studied Italian in high school and why I’m still studying it now.”

“You know, Rob I’ve never seen you do any homework.”

“I do plenty, but I’m in a different situation than a lot of my classmates. There are a lot who want to be doctors, and dentists, and lawyers. They need really great grades to get into grad school. I already know what I’m going to do…in fact, I’m already doing it. Grades aren’t as important to me. I don’t want to flunk out, although that wouldn’t be a catastrophe. I’d just start working full-time earlier. But don’t worry, I’m doing plenty of work between Sunday night and Friday afternoon.” I turned down my street and Steffi made ready for her dash—her naked dash. I was out of the car in a second and had the door to the house open. “NOW!” I yelled, hoping I wasn’t being too loud. Steffi was out in a flash—no pun intended. I had to laugh. The whole thing was hilarious. We had more than enough time to fuck three or four times if we wanted to before I had to take her home. I patted her butt as she bolted past me, sliding to a halt on the living room carpet.

“Let’s see if there’s a football or baseball game on. You do know I’m a Yankees fan, don’t you?”

“I should have known—a Yankee fan! Dear God, I’m in love with a Yankee fan.”

“It could be worse. You could be in love with a Bosox fan like I am.”

“Okay…I’ll forgive you if you fuck me…right now…this very second.”

“Do I at least have the time to get rid of these,” I asked, pointing to my clothes. She gave me her frustrated look as I literally tore the clothes from my body before lying in the middle of the carpet. Steffi lay on top of me, rubbing her beautiful firm tits into my chest as she kissed me, her tongue actively exploring my mouth. Rather than reach for my erection she rubbed her prominent mound over it. The sensations were much like being jerked off except in this case she shifted her body and I slid easily into her velvet vise.

Steffi’s body was loaded with muscles. Her soccer kept her in great shape. She also swam which accounted for her strong shoulders and played volleyball in the spring. She was strong and supple, with probably less than five percent body fat and all of that in her breasts. Right now I was most interested in her vaginal muscles which were squeezing my cock with incredible strength. Steffi’s cunt was tight, but it was her muscles that made fucking her so wonderful. My eight-inch cock was almost two in diameter and it barely fit into her, even with her copious lubrication which was always present. What I loved most though, was that she seemed to be multi-orgasmic. We could fuck all day, and I thought that we would sometime in the near future, and Steffi would come easily every time.

Steffi was on top, her favorite position, although we hadn’t done doggie yet or any of the intricate positions found in the Kama Sutra, a copy of which sat in my bookcase. I lay very still while she drove her hard clit into me. She leaned forward, her hands on my chest as she changed position and the angle of my penetration. Now I had to move; it was an involuntary reflex as I began to drive into her, bouncing my cock into her cervix every time. Strangely, she seemed to love it. In fact, the rougher we fucked the better she was with it. Rough sex seemed to give her the release she needed and savored so much. As always her look of determination dissipated into one of euphoria as her climax approached. My pace increased for two reasons—for my own much desired release and to help her over the edge.

We had worked up quite a sweat from our workout. Our movements were frenetic and disjointed until—suddenly—we stopped and hung in position for perhaps two seconds before resuming our frantic coupling and our mutual explosion. So strong was Steffi’s that she actually squirted onto my abdomen.

“Oh my God! What was that? What did I do to you? I have never cum like that before!”

“I think you squirted. I’m afraid to get up. I’m going to drip all over the carpet. I shudder to think what Joe and Carla will say.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll cover my puss with my hand and get something for you from the kitchen.” She pulled herself off my cock and covered up with her hand. She looked hilarious walking that way into the kitchen—legs spread wide, hand over her sex in that wonderful space between her legs. “Okay,” she called, “I’ve got myself pretty much wiped up, but I could use a tampon to hold it in. I’ll be in for you in a minute.”

I put my hands behind my head and waited patiently. I almost choked when I saw her—naked with only one of Carla’s aprons tied in front of her slender body. Of course, she picked a clear vinyl one barely concealed her assets. She held a sponge in one hand and some paper towels in the other. “You’ll be happy to know that I ran this under the hot water.” She ran it over my abdomen and I was. The warmth was welcomed as she washed me. Seconds later she dried me with the towels then wiped her cunt in a futile attempt to stem the flow of semen from her tunnel. Finally, she gave up and returned her panties to her body, a towel in the crotch.

“Rob…will you sing and play for me? You know how much I love listening to you.”

“No, Steffi…I refuse, but I will sing and play WITH you.”

“Rob, I’ll just embarrass myself. You know I’m not very good.”

“I think you’ll do fine, after all I’ll be your audience. C’mon, let’s go to my practice room.” Steffi had seen almost all of my house, but not my soundproof practice room, the area I had converted from an old porch. Still naked I led her down a short corridor. I turned on the lights first because it would be totally black in there without them. The entire room—walls and ceiling–was covered in acoustic foam, you know that black stuff with all the irregular surfaces…the hills and valleys. Along one wall were a big professional reel-to-reel tape recorder and my instruments. I set up a chair for Steffi then I sat behind the harp.

I played a few chords and reached onto the table for some sheet music. “These are for a tenor so just go up an octave, okay?” She looked at me doubtfully as she took the music. The first selection would be “Galway Bay.” I already knew the song well. I started the recorder and we began…almost.

“You’re going to tape this?”

“Yes…to prove to you that you’re not bad. Okay…one, two, three, four….” We began together and Steffi did an admirable job considering it was her first time with the song. I used the harp to control the tempo and provide the background. Pretty soon Steffi was feeling comfortable with it even though we were both still naked. I played the tape back and we listened together. “This is how I practice. Now let’s sing a few more times and we’ll tape it again.” We did sing it twice more, but during an instrumental part I was concentrating on playing and didn’t notice Steffi come up behind me. I turned my head and got a face full of boobs. Steffi laughed madly and once I had recovered from the shock I opened my mouth and suckled. In seconds her laughing disappeared, replaced by, “Ohhhhhh, Rob. Ohhhhh.” Then she began to moan so I pushed one finger into her pussy; not surprisingly it was extremely wet. I fucked her with my finger for almost a minute before pulling it out, moving my tongue to her clit, and those fingers to her asshole. Fucking her there while sucking and nibbling her clit—Steffi lost any semblance of control in mere seconds. I grabbed her with my free hand and lowered her to the floor so she wouldn’t hurt herself as I continued my assault. It didn’t take long for Steffi to cum, but I never stopped. Her orgasm went on and on for almost a minute. Finally, I stopped, taking her into my arms.

“Best thing about that,” I teased her, “is that I got the whole thing on tape.” Her expression was priceless. I couldn’t help myself—I laughed wildly. Soon Steffi joined me. We looked into each other’s eyes and kissed as I carried her up to the bedroom where I lay her gently onto the bed. Our kiss continued as I fell in behind her, holding and caressing her body. We stayed there for almost an hour until I heard her stomach complaining. Reluctantly, we rose, walked downstairs, and dressed. I drove her to a local sub shop for a couple of Italian subs. We ate on the living room table with some Cokes from the refrigerator. Suddenly, I jumped up. “I bought you something—actually two somethings.” I carried a big plastic bag from the hall closet. She opened it and her eyes went wide.

“It’s really not that big a deal—just a college sweatshirt and a T-shirt you can use as a night gown. We can’t be together overnight, but we can be close this way.”

“I love them, Rob and I love you…so much.” She reached up and pulled me down for another long wet and extremely passionate kiss. She shrugged into the sweatshirt as we continued with our meal. An hour later we made love again. After a quick shower I took her home.


CHAPTER 7

I met Steffi every afternoon when school was out. We saw each other every Saturday and all day Sunday, too. Jewish Steffi had a higher attendance rate at my church than some of the regular Methodists in the congregation. Rather than tire of each other our relationship grew stronger by the day. Unfortunately, it couldn’t continue. On October 15th basketball practice began and I had to step up my rehearsal time for my upcoming concert. Steffi spent many hours with me in that ugly black practice room. One day, under the guise of playing back a song I was working on, I played the tape of her orgasm from that Sunday afternoon. Poor Steffi—her face turned bright red, but I did kiss her and tell her that I loved her and that was enough.

My concerts—Friday night, Saturday afternoon and night, and Sunday afternoon and night—went extremely well. Symphony Hall was sold out. I wasn’t all that surprised. The critics raved about my mini-concert back in September. Ticket sales were brisk thereafter.

I invited Steffi and her entire family to be my guests for the Saturday night show. They also had backstage passes so my dressing room was crowded after the concert. I arranged for them to meet Heath Lockner who was extremely gracious, spending almost a half hour when he could have been en route to his family. Everything was going so well; too well as it turned out.

The second week in November I once again had lunch with the Goldwassers on a Saturday after basketball practice that morning. After lunch we sat in the family room watching a football game. I was on the floor with my back against the couch; Steffi was next to me, my arm around her shoulders. For some reason I would never understand her father got the idea to ask me if I had ever kissed Steffi. “Yes, sir we have kissed any number of times,” I replied honestly.

“What about sex? Have you tried to force her to have sex with you?”

“Dr. Goldwasser, I would never ever force anyone to have sex with me, least of all Steffi.”

“I notice you did not deny having sex, just forcing her.”

“That is not a subject I would discuss with anyone. It’s simply only Steffi’s business and mine.”

“I see. So you have had sex with her. I have half a mind to call the police and have you arrested.”

“For what, Daddy?” Steffi was becoming upset.

“For statutory rape, of course.”

Now Steffi laughed. “Daddy, the age of consent in Massachusetts is sixteen. I’m eighteen, remember?”

“Okay, then…regular rape.”

“Daddy, Rob never forced me to do anything. I was more than willing, believe me. I would never testify otherwise because it just isn’t true.” I wasn’t very happy with how this conversation was evolving. I thought her father liked me and now it was like Torquemada and the Spanish Inquisition in here.

Finally, I heard the words I dreaded, “Robert, I think you should leave. You are no longer welcome here.” I wasn’t about to argue. This conversation was totally irrational and I learned early on in life not to try to argue with irrational people. I got up and walked toward the door. Steffi’s mom put a soothing hand on my arm when I passed so I knew I had at least one ally. I left a minute later.

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Steffi was livid. “Daddy, I have no intention of giving up Rob because of your antiquated and idiotic ideas.”

“No daughter of mine is going to have sex out of wedlock like some trampy whore. You’re too young.”

“I’m too young? I’m eighteen. Ask Jeremy—I’ll bet that half the kids in his class have had sex!”

“That’s different. He’s a boy.”

“What? Excuse me? That’s ridiculous. What does that have to do with it?”

“He can’t get pregnant and bring disgrace to our family. Besides, young men are expected to sow their wild oats.”

“Daddy…you’re being an ass!” Steffi turned and left, storming up the stairs in a huff.

“I apologize, Jeremy. You shouldn’t have had to witness that. Perhaps it would be best if you went upstairs so your father and I can talk.” Jeremy walked out of the room, but turned in the doorway, “I do have to agree with Steffi, Dad. You ARE being an ass.”

Once he was out of the room Mrs. Goldwasser asked her husband, “Neil, what the hell was that all about? Steffi is not ten, you know.”

“I don’t care. No daughter of mine is going to sleep around like a whore.”

“Oh God, just listen to yourself. Steffi is not sleeping around. She’s had sex with exactly two boys. She’s madly in love with Rob and he’s in love with her, too.”

“That’s absurd. They’ve only known each other for two months.”

“Perhaps if you would listen with just half the energy you use in shooting your mouth off you would have some idea what’s going on. One of these days you might think of moving into the twentieth century.”

“Excuse me, but this is the twenty-first century.”

“My point exactly…you are at least a hundred years behind the times. You heard Jeremy—everyone he knows has had sex—boys and girls both.