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    I feel for this couple...

    German teenagers' debut sex act interrupted by fire

    BERLIN (Reuters) - A teenage couple having sex for the first time were interrupted when candles set fire to the girl's attic bedroom and forced them to flee naked from her parents' house, German daily Bild reported on Friday.

    The girl had wanted to create a romantic atmosphere for the occasion. But when the room suddenly became engulfed with flames, they had to make a hasty escape.

    The couple, both 18, were pictured naked in the paper among the burned wreckage of the attic. A charred teddy had survived but the fire wrecked the entire top floor of the house causing around 100,000 euros (68,000 pounds) worth of damage

    How traumatized would you be? I would think more for the girl than they guy, but even still...


  • #2
    I feel for them. My first time (officially -- not talking about playing doctor and serious petting) we were both 16, was in the rathskeller of my girl friend's parents' house. They were upstairs sound asleep.

    After the deed (which I seem to recall was over in a twinkling)in the pitch dark we were stumbling around in the dark looking for where we had slung our clothes and I tripped over something. I threw my hands out in the dark to balance myself and both hands came down HARD on the keyboard of their upright piano! -----KA_Whannngggg! Whannnng, whanggggg!

    We heard feet hit the floor upstairs, cursing, and soon the kitchen light came on and sent beacons of peril under the kitchen door at the top of the stairs.

    I don't know how we did it, but somehow we got a light on, fully dressed (sort off) with her on one side of the room and me sitting on the piano bench embarrassed and apologetic at "bumping into the piano and waking them up" as mom and dad came down stairs to see what was going on.

    She had her bra and panties wadded up under her as she sat in an easy chair with her legs curled up under her dress to hide them and her bare feet. She'd thrown her shoes behind the chair.

    It was a good thing the folks were still bleary-eyed and half asleep because her lipstick and makeup were smeared from ear to ear, her face flushed, her hair frizzed and messy, and her brown eyes all dark and sexy, and a bit teary.

    When I got home, my face was smeared with lipstick and makeup and when I undressed I found I had left my underwear somewhere else! And, there was some forensic evidence of the crime on my lower body.

    I called her the next day, and she told me that her parents were really pissed at all the noise we'd made last night and made her go downstairs right after breakfast, while they went shopping, to "clean up, scrub and polish everything in the rathskeller" as her punishment. She said when she went downstairs, my underwear and socks where strewn in the middle of the floor in plain sight. And that if her dad would have seen them last night, we'd both be already dead and laid out for viewing.

    She said her mother was impressed by her diligence in even taking the cover off the couch and washing it. So much for the rest of the forensic evidence. But, I learned an important lesson about women then--they are devious and think much more quickly than do guys. Accept it!

    Then she told me she was grounded and could only talk to me once in order to tell me we couldn't even talk to each other on the phone for week. And that if I tried to call or see her, she'd be grounded for a month. We went to different schools then, so it was hell week for both of us.

    When the week ended she reminded me of a certain biological fact. Then we went into a two-week sweat to see if she'd have a period--you want to talk about two scared spitless, idiot kids. We lucked out and the flow came.

    Relieved, we made all sorts of vows, we'd only double date, not park, only kiss without tongues, only pet above the waist, she'd help me and I'd help her, but we wouldn't actually "do it" anymore.

    Hah! None of that worked. We'd unleashed the beast with two backs. We just wised up, got lucky using protection, and had no more problems except for finally growing apart in our senior year. And, I learned a couple more important lessons about women then too. They know it's over long before the guy figures it out, and when it is over for them, it is, in fact, OVER! And all the flowers, sweet phones calls and disc-jockey dedications ain't even going to bring it back!

    But, I've got a world of sympathy for those two kids in that story above. Talk about having nowhere to run or hide. I wonder if they'll stay friends and someday be able to laugh at the silliness of it all.

    My first real love? She's still one of my very best friends. Even though our lives have moved in different directions--we stay in touch--no hanky-panky or anyhting other than just staying in touch.

    However, at the last class reunion she reached up, put her hand on the nape of my neck in the old way and kissed me on the cheek and I thought I'd stuck my finger in the light socket..Ka-Boom. Her husband doesn't care for me at all, and the last time she and my wife were within two feet of each other, I wanted to reenlist and head to a war zone...anywhere. Man, it was tense and it was cold. There's another lesson about women in there somewhere, but, damned if I'm going to dwell on it. Life's much too short.


    • #3
      LOL. You are a wise man usmc!

      I feel for those kids in Germany. What an experience. She was trying so hard to make a nice environment. I think dimmer switches on electric lights may be in order the next time!


      • #4
        Sure would have beat the back seat of a car!


        • #5
          Our love is so hot… --> Bild article somewhat auto-translated.


          • #6
            And I thought I had bad luck!