Case of the Pilfering Professor

After offering me an orange flavored Starburst from the colorful stick in her hands, Natasha chose a pink one for herself . She popped it in between her lips and pulled the wrapper out a moment later, flicking it into the trash can near by. One thing that I loved about Natasha was her love of symbolism, possibly coming from her love of Goethe, Germany's most famous poet, often I didn't know what the sign meant until it was too late, but this one I already new.

Natasha and I were waiting for the bus to go to Schloss Tatsenberg, home of Professor Tatsenberg. We had seen a poster on the wall outside our classroom at the University advertising a party that he was giving that Friday night.

"So, how's that new mystery coming?" I asked, Natasha had borrowed one of the mystery books that I had brought over from the States.

"Great! I finished it! It was so gripping; it took me, like, two days to read it! I was so caught up trying to decide who the murderer is, I couldn't put it down! I got lucky though, I totally figured out who'd done it, before I actually got to the end! I must be getting good at this," she grinned at me as the bus pulled up. "Wouldn't it be fun to have a real mystery to solve, like in the books? Like if someone wrote a mystery set here?"

We boarded and, as there were no free seats we had to stand near the back exit. Several other college students and middle-aged people crowded into the Bus as well, so we squished together. Natasha let me pull her against me, as my free hand rested on her hip. Hardly anyone seemed to notice us. Like most bus situations, everyone seemed to try their hardest to ignore the surrounding people.

"Have you heard about Schloss Tastensberg?" Natasha asked, her green eyes flashing with excitement under her bangs, dyed black for the occasion.

"No."

"I've heard from some people that girls always lose their jewelry there, but no one's been able to figure out why," Natasha said, as the bus drove past the fourteenth century buildings that lined the main street of the town. Their windows seemed like eyes leering down at us.

"Well, you'll just have to stay right by me so that nothing of yours gets stolen," I cooed, pulling her closer to me by her hips. She ground her butt into me, and I know she could feel my member growing in my pants.

"Hmhm, someone's turned on, and the night hasn't even started yet," she whispered, looking up at me with a knowing smile. I took advantage of the moment and kissed her on her lips. I could taste the pink Starburst in her mouth, and could smell it on her breath. She snaked her tongue into my mouth just for a second, that strong, sensuous, muscle working its magic for oh too brief a second.

We seemed to melt into each other, with all the bouncing of the bus, I pulled her even tighter against me, moving my hand up to her belly, feeling her soft abdomen rising and falling with her breathing. She always felt so soft and cuddly, like I big playful teddy bear. I let my hand slide back down to the tip of her pants, wanting to get a peak at what she was wearing down there, but she stopped me just in time, squishing my against her warm, soft tummy, holding me there.

'Not yet, sweaty, not yet," she cooed into my mouth, giving me a little love bite as she did. By this time our stop had come up. Natasha pulled the cord next where we were standing.

The bus started driving up a hill and our stop finally came at the top just outside the lawn of the castle property. A wall of rain greeted us as we exited, and we had to run to the front door to keep from getting soaked.

We knocked on the door and waited. After waiting a while, we knocked again, the rain was coming down harder, if possible, and a bolt of lightning crashed in the distance. Natasha cuddled up to for warmth, we hadn't dressed for the cold, and I could fell her nipple hardening, even through her shirt. As a second bolt of lighting resounded across the fields the words "Welkommen," coming a soft quiet voice startled us. We both jumped and turned around finding that the voice belonged to an old thin man, who appeared to be the butler, "Kommen Sie bitte rein," he said and stood waved us inside. Slightly shaken we did as we were bade.

*******

The Butler took us passed the drawing room, and into the "Ballroom," where the heat and the sound of Latin music over took us and the spook outside became a long distant memory. We walked along the outside of the wooden floor to the bar in the back. Natasha bobbed her way between the chairs, tables, and people, bobbing to the beat of the salsa music playing on the speakers. I turned to watch the people who had gathered on the dance floor, taking in the bright colors of all the dresses, shirts, and skirts as I followed. I caught sight of our host, Professor Tastenberg dancing with one of his female guests.

He moved well for a man in his fifties. His hair was a light brown, starting to go gray at the edges, he was still thin but was starting to develop a pot belly. He moved with quick lively steps, and seemed to have know trouble keeping his young guest entertained; he liked to dance close , and moved his hands up and down her back and through her hair, as they twisted and turned on the dance floor. I had the fleeting impression that our host was a lecherous old man, but kicked myself sharply for it, I hadn't even met him yet!

I spotted, Jessica; another fellow American student sitting at a table near the bar with another girl, who we knew well. During our first week in Germany Natasha and I had found out that she had been a dancer, just like Natasha. She quit after tearing a muscle in her leg while warming up for a performance. We all loved Germany, but while Natasha and I were German Majors, Jessica was an International Business Major, whose family had come from Germany.

Jessica always reminded me of a pixy, her Page Boy-style hair came down to her chin, straight black and shiny. Her round face was radiant, glowing with a flush in her cheeks and excitement in her blue eyes, a look she always has after she's been dancing. In lobes of her ears she wore her new pearl earrings, which she had inherited from her Grandmother. She held herself upright, displaying her thin frame.

All three of us lived in the same dorm build, so we often met on weeknights to study and work on homework. Which is how Natasha and I met Inge, Jessica's roommate, who often helped us practiced our German. She was an Environmental Studies Major, and she and Jessica seemed to be the best of friends.

Inge's hair fell to her shoulders and hung around her oval face, framing it. She had a smile that seemed to say; 'I know I'm great, so don't try and flatter me.' Inge had not been a dancer in her youth, but she had learned Salsa when a friend took to a class at the University and she had been hooked on it ever since. She got much of her practice from the many parties given by her friends, which she also took Jessica to. Her breasts were bigger than Natasha's and strained against the confines of her purple spaghetti strap shirt, her nipples seemed to be larger than normal, especially as she had a bra on, though I pretended not to notice.

After we all said hello and Natasha exchanged kisses with the two girls, Jessica and Inge got off their stools and went out onto the dance floor.

They were very graceful to watch. They each moved very fast, twisting their hips and shoulders with their steps, their footwork flawlessly supporting their wide movements. Their arms were toned and muscular as they danced. Inge had her right hand on Jessica's shoulder blades, the blonde's left hand holding hers close to their bodies, Inge told me that after having danced with so many guys who couldn't lead she decided to just "play the guy" herself..

The Inge's hips swayed side to side in her form fitting cargos, as she twisted her hips and put a foot back, in that sexy, rolling way Latin dancers do. Jessica had learned Salsa at her home University before she came over and Inge had been teaching her more, so Jessica didn't move quite as naturally as, but she was a natural dancer and didn't have much trouble keeping up; .

Inge spun Jessica around so her bare upper back was against the blond's breasts, squishing into them. To get out of the cuddle the Inge tapped the pixie with her upper arm on the girls back, and the dark haired girl bent forward, flashing Natasha and I her cleavage, as she took quick, smooth, tiptoe steps back, under the blondes arm, and came back out. With their arms crossed Inge spun her self around to get back out.

"Don't her nipples seem a little bigger than normal today?" Natasha whispered.

"Yeah, now that you mention it," I said, "wonder why?"

*******

The Bartender, Marc, was behind the counter talking with another man. The two of them couldn't have been more different; Marc was a tall Italian with long black hair pulled back in a pony tail, the other man was short with curly black hair, and wore brightly colored tropical shirt, smiling and flashing his pearly whites with every word, in his deep Jamaican voice. Marc however, talked so softly it was often hard to hear him, and he hardly ever smiled, though there were rumors that it happened occasionally.

He spotted us as we came over, "What can I get you guys?"

"I'll have a Beck's" I said.

"Mmmm, I'll take a 'Sex on the Beach'." Natasha requested after a moments ponder.

"Alright...a Beck's, and a 'Sex on the Beach'," After a minute he returned with our drinks.

"Thanks," we both said when we had our drinks and went over to a free table, close to the counter, in front of a giant fresco of a coffee shop, supposedly from one of our hosts travels. Jessica winked at us, from behind Inge, as we sat down. Her earrings caught the light every so often, and the soft glow from them was mesmerizing.

Natasha's eyes glanced at me ever so often with flirting glances of burning desire, as she started on her drink, taking the straw between her lips and slowly sipped. The small chunks of fruit missed in the blending process traveled up the straw and between her luscious lips as she sucked. Her hair, wet from the rain, hung over eyes, I took one wet strand and gently brought behind her ear, before too starting on my own drink.

With the first sip of beer being taken, I relaxed into my chair and slowly moved my gaze scanned the room.

The couple closest to us was a girl in a white summer dress and, no shoes, helping her boyfriend, talking him through the steps, whispering in his ear what to do. There was something a little odd about how they were dancing, I couldn't quite place my finger on it though.

Her legs were accentuated by her white dress, which flared out from her waist just above her knees, making you want to take her and twirl her around, making that skirt fly up and get a peek at what was underneath.

The top of her dress brushed against his dark blue slacks lightly like her quick, soft footed steps, as he took slower, unsure steps. He kept looking down at his feet, his short gelled black hair hardly moved, as he'd jerk his concentrated face down for a moment before going back up to focus his eyes on hers. Over her dress, she had on a red, long-sleeved, unbuttoned sweater. It wasn't tight, and it moved well with her arms, and while too loose to accent her breasts, hung nicely over them.

Her head, with long, dark blond, curly hair swayed side to side. She smiled and grinned at him with her red lips. Her hand looked soft and delicate, cupping her boyfriends tanned, larger hands; she guided him around, showing him how to move her. Both looked eighteen, with her delicate nose, and his boyish face drawn in confusion.

A tattoo poked out of the guys sleeve and there was a piercing under his chin, and in his ears. The girl also had a ring in her lower lip, which was very popular in Germany at the time.

Suddenly Natasha burst out laughing. "What's so funny?" I asked, turning to her.

"She's the leader," she giggled, gesturing with her drink.

Sure enough when I turned I finally saw it, she was indeed leading. The sharp gestures that she made to lead seemed to indicated her impatiens with her boyfriend.

When the song ended, they sat down at a table near ours, next to the entrance to the back; him with his back to us. "Daniel, could you rub my feet, please?" she asked as she put her feet on his lap, flashing a sweet smile, but there seemed little room for argument in her request.

I saw Professor Tatsenberg cut in to dance with Inge, and Jessica returned to her drink at the bar, watching the two dance.

*******

Nearby, two tall blonds had gotten up to dance. The 'lead' was wearing a lime green, wrap-around that left one shoulder bare. She put her hand on the lower part of her friends back, which was covered in a bright red shirt showing off her breasts, and left a couple inches of bare belly above her tight, white Cargo pants.

The girl in green moved her hand from her friends back and sat it down on her hip, then reached down and cupped her butt, before being quickly slapped away, from her now vigorously blushing friend.

The two girls were giggling and grinning like mad now, watching their feet, and laughing the whole time. They both had clearly never danced much before, dancing with each other more for comfort than anything. They kept looking at a group of single guys, trying to flirt with them as they danced, they certainly caught the Professors attention.

"Come on, my feet are startin' to itch, watchin' everybody else dance," Natasha said, getting and offering me her hand. Taking her hand in mine, I pressed my lips to the back of her soft hand, and led her out onto the floor.

"How long has it been since we danced," I asked, doing my best Gomez Adams impersonation.

"Hours," she sighed back, the pain of it all oozing from her pouting pink lips with every syllable of the word.

Taking her right hand in my left and my right hand on her hip, we started to dance. I loved the feel of her soft hip moving back and forth under my hand. Her stretch pants and shirt were slick, but the skin of her belly and hips, exposed between, was soft and cool to the touch. I wanted to hug her, to squeeze her whole body against me and never let go, to feel her soft breasts squished against me, but I had to restrain myself, and it wasn't easy!

Soft and supple in my arms, moving together, she took up my whole world. She smiled up into my eyes with hers, then closed her eyes as I led her; left step front, right step back, spin her in a cuddle, bring her back in front. I could smell the mixture of fruit and alcohol on her breath with her gentle breathing.

As we salsad around the room, Jessica caught my eye as she got up and went to the back. Jessica stopped to talk to Daniel on her way, who was instantly under a barrage of questions from his girlfriend as she left. During the pause between the songs, and the sound of the rain outside, increased in intensity as it pattered against the window. The next song was slow, and not as loud, the sound of the rain could still be heard over the twanging guitar of the musician.

"I'm gonna go use the ladies room real quick," Natasha whispered when the song ended, then headed off towards the back. As she left, Jessica came back out, the girls smiled at each other as they passed. Jessica was accosted by our host, Professor Tastenberg as she passed as the bar, with a kiss of farewell to Inge, was led by the hand of her Host to the dance floor. Professor Tastenberg kept up a running dialog which kept Jessica laughing the whole time.

When the song was over, Professor Tastenberg led Jessica into a very graceful dip. Raising a very flushed Jessica to her feet he took her hand in his and gave it a kiss. With a bow he departed, his hands clasped behind his back. Jessica headed back to the bar, "just to do some freshening up," I heard her say to Inge. By this time Natasha had come back.

"Hi," I chirped, walking over and kissing her on her full pink lips.

"Miss me?" she purred, kissing me on the cheek.

"Horribly," I said, heaving a sigh, "Wanna dance some more?"

"Sure," she grinned, as we made our way back onto the dance floor, a Tango came on, our host had some good taste it seemed. As the first cords of the famous, sharp beat twanged through the air Natasha and I shared a wicked grin, and an signal that didn't need to be spoken passed between us, we both love the Tango. I could see little tents forming under her shirt at the mere prospect of dancing to the music.

I took her into my arms, and pulled her close, Tango style, with my right leg between hers, and her right leg between mine. The tips of her breasts tickled me through my shirt as we moved, and when I would step back our chests would collide.

Most of the time Natasha loved to let me lead, but sometimes she needed to dance free, I felt that she needed this right then. I let go of her hands and just danced free for a bit. We started playing a little game of cat and mouse; I'd move towards her, and she'd back away playfully, keeping her beautiful green eyes looked to my blue ones the whole time, her lips curled in a seductive smile.

When she started to do a slow spin, with much swaying and wriggling of the hips, I could see the top of her tattoo peek out from below her pants. Natasha had long ago shown me the tattoo of her favorite poem by Goethe, a fact which she proudly proclaimed to anyone. It was a sight I never tired of seeing, I even had it memorized. I couldn't resist, I lightly ran my hand from the bottom of her bottom up to the top, feeling her squirm but not resisting my touch. Reaching around to her tummy, I gently pull her to face me. I took her into my arms again, and stared deep into her eyes, I didn't need to say what I was thinking at the moment, I could see that she was thinking it too.

As the song reached its crescendo, I slowly dipped her, making sure our legs stayed in contact the whole time. As she reached her crescendo a bolt of lighting flashed from outside, and Jessica ran out of the back from the bathroom, her tear streaked face a perfect image of a pixie who lost her favorite fairy dust, "Someone's stolen my earrings!!" A clap of thunder boomed and rumbled across the sky, silencing the room briefly as the lights flickered.

*******

Almost immediately after the words left her mouth, Inge ran up to her; "What!?!? When?!?!? By whom?!?!"

"I dunno Inge! I must have left them in the bathroom, now...they're gone!"

"Let's go back and look for them, maybe they just fell behind the sink," Natasha suggested as we came over, and we headed off towards the restroom with Jessica and Inge. With that we went back to the restrooms.

The restroom was relatively clean. Its walls, yellowed with aged, were bedecked with framed advertisements for beer and announcements of Tango Nights, probably dating back to when the wall was first put up. On the sink was a single bar of soap next to the handle and faucet.

"You were in the bathroom before us, did you see any rings?" Inge asked Natasha.

"No, where would they have been?"

"On the sill of the sink," Jessica answered from the middle of the room, gesturing vaguely at the sink..

"When did you take them off?"

"I don't remember, I must have though," Jessica replied, looking gazing down at the floor.

"Who else was in here, after you two left?" I asked.

"I don't know," Jessica replied vaguely.

"I don't either." Inge admitted.

"Well, lets go back out front, we can't do anything more here," Natasha said, after one final sweep of the room with her gorgeous green eyes.

The butler appeared just then and announced that dinner was served. Our conversation had to end there for a while as every headed for the dining room. The two blonds, from before, accosted Inge on our way over, and we went on with out her.