Sleeping with my Enemy

My first long-term relationship was with a man called Dieter. Dieter was so important to me that I spent my last night in the city with him instead of my family. The funny thing is that I didn't want anyone else to know I was seeing him. When we were together he was an active member of the NPD party. NPD is the polite way to say Neo-Nazi in Germany and I was a second generation immigrant girl, the kind of people they generally spoke against.

Everything started in high school where I had a secret crush on him. He was unaware of me because he was a class older and I was unaware of his opinions.

The only person that knew about me liking him was Annette, my closest girlfriend. She was distantly related to him and knew his opinions before I did. That why she always flatly refused to introduce us and one day at her house I understood that she was trying to protect me.

"Georgia, hurry, come and watch your boyfriend on TV," she said. I ran, expecting to see someone who looked like Dieter doing something stupid. Instead I saw Dieter himself doing something stupid. He was marching in a NPD rally next to riot police and screaming left-wing protesters.

"When did that happened?" I asked Annette, full of disappointment upon seeing him on the TV.

"Since high school, but you weren't close enough to notice...," she replied. "It's better this way," she added after a while.

What I saw was enough to make me keep my distance from Dieter. For a year it worked but luck had it and we met again.

It was the end of July when Dieter came back into the picture. Annette, her boyfriend and I, went to a club opening in a nearby town. Dieter was there with two of his friends and when Annette saw him she told me about it, even though she didn't bother saying hello to him.

"Don't do anything stupid while I am away!" she warned me and left me alone in the bar so she could spend time with her boyfriend.

I couldn't help but look secretly, taking my time to glance at Dieter which that day didn't look like a Neo-Nazi. His blond hair was shorter than the last time I'd seen him and he had lost the beard. I liked seen him clean saved for a change and although I couldn't see all of his body behind the bar he was sitting, from what I could see he still kept the slim and toned athletic body that attracted me in the first place.

I had stop being discrete. His presence had mesmerized me. Then, to my horror, he picked up on my interest and smiled at me.

I looked the other way and ended up smiling coquettishly at the girl next to me. His attention excited me and scared me at the same time. For most German girls, a relationship with him would be taboo, but for a second generation immigrant girl like myself, it could be dangerous.

What's next I thought? Maybe nothing if he didn't approach me, because I certainly wouldn't make the first move. His believes scared me but in a club full of people I felt safe. I also gave him the benefit of the doubt. I allowed him in my mind for so many years that I couldn't accept that he was evil as a Nazi is. Gathering all my courage, I turned my head towards him and his friends and when he alone was looking, I smiled back.

"Is this seat taken?" I heard from beside me and turning, I gazed into Dieter's blue eyes. "My name is Dieter, by the way."

"Annette," I replied, giving him the first name that came to mind and I immediately invited him to sit next to me.

"Your friends left early, how come?" I asked, hoping that they were truly gone.

"No pretty girl smiled at them all night," he said.

We started talking and he was more interesting and seductive than I ever imagined. Every time he asked me a question that could give away my immigrant background, I lied. I pretended I didn't know anything about him either. With all the lies I had told him and knowing his believes about people like me I didn't want things to go too far, but I couldn't restrain myself.

We were coming closer and the situation becoming more erotic, me being as much to blame as him. Without realizing it I found myself having pushed my butt back at the edge of the sit and my chest out to seem more voluptuous. It didn't take long and I caught his gaze going down my back and stopping at my ass or staring at my boobs as we were talking.

I was very relaxed in front of him and I let him seduce me. I accepted his proposal to go to the second floor where it was more private. Other couples were making out in the dark. So did we. We French kissed with our tongues exploring wildly. His hands left my waist and explored my ass and my boobs and went under my skirt rubbing my pussy.

Dieter's confidence reached new heights as we was making progress so fast with me and he couldn't wait to get into my pants. Kissing and hugging we moved to the uni-sex bathrooms and locked ourselves in a stall. We couldn't keep our mouths separate and our hands off each other. He raised my dress and stroked my butt before he lowered my red g-string, splitting my butt cheeks. His fingers on my wet pussy almost made me cum. I frantically unbuttoned his blue jeans and took his thick cock out. It was growing bigger in front of my eyes as he slipped a condom on. I turned around to take off my dress and underwear and I hanged them on the door. When I turned around again to face him he was staring me with his mouth open. In my fantasies when I was having sex I was always naked, so my brain forced me to do what it already knew. For him though my behaviour seem deliberate and though I was teasing him. The site of my completely naked body, in front of him, inside a club, made him crazy as he later told me. He started kissing, licking and biting me from my neck down to my boobs and all the way to my pussy. I turned around allowing him my back and leaned against the wall. We connected and as his dick pummeled my pussy I was moaning loudly. I never imagined I would feel so good being taken like that in a bathroom.

My moaning had some people complaining and we got interrupted before any of us had a change to cum. We went outside the club and I would probably have left with him but Annette texted me and told me to get back in.

She heard that there was an incident in the toilets and tried to find me but couldn't and that got her worrying sick. I told her what had happened and after hearing the story she said that I was being stupid. She was afraid about what could happen if Dieter learned I wasn't what he considered a 100% German. She insisted I should not see him anymore, but it was too late. I had already agreed to meet him again.

I knew that I was putting her in an awkward position. She didn't want anything to do with Dieter and at the same time she wanted to support me and keep me safe. She also knew that I might had trouble keeping my distance from him and advised me that I keep my relationship with Dieter short and only for sex.

I was very happy that she supported me and I knew I was going to need her support so promised her that if it got dangerous or weird I would end it.

Dieter didn't waste any time and called me the next day, to invite me to his place. That first time I went to his home, his dad was away. He was a truck driver and sometimes was away for weeks but even when he was there, we had a big attic room to ourselves, so we could always be alone.

We went up to his room and hastily started undressing. As I lay on the bed playing with my pussy I couldn't help but to notice he had two huge banners hanging ominously over the bed head. One of them was the NPD party flag and the other I didn't know then. I would have preferred it if we had gone into a different room, but I didn't say anything. I could see that his cock was fully erect and he slipped on a condom. We went under the covers and started kissing and caressing.

I persuaded him to cuddle a bit and he spooned me from behind. While cuddling and kissing and with his cock rubbing on my butt, I asked him if his father approved of the party he had chosen. I feared that if his dad was a member of NPD the situation could become more dangerous for me.

"He's not a fan," he said, "but he doesn't care either."

"Do you mind?" he asked me back.

I swallowed my tongue, preferring not to answer and let him kiss me again and again and play with my pussy until I couldn't wait any longer. He jumped on top of me and with his cock being very hard, he sank it inside me, making me scream with pleasure. It was so much better than the first time. I could feel his warm body pressing against mine while he was driving his cock in and out of my pussy. When my orgasm came I yelled out for everyone to hear, as my body was paralyzed by waves of warmth and pleasure.

I turned around and faced him, his hard cock rested on my belly. I kissed him passionately to let him know how pleased I was with him, while at the same time playing with his member.

"Do you have time for another one?" he asked me.

"No, I am sorry, it's getting late and I have to go home," I told him and at the same time removed the condom and dived under the covers taking him in my mouth. I made him grab the covers as I sucked his cock and I heard him scream my name as he was cumming, calling me 'Annette' and not 'Georgia'.

That ruined it all, I left his home feeling guilty about lying to him. I wanted to tell the truth but I was afraid of his reaction. I wrote him an email telling him the truth about me, but I didn't apologize. I wrote how I had been crazy about him since school and I was scared of his beliefs on immigrant and their kids.

My parents being immigrants didn't bother him, he wrote in his answer, since our relationship would be about sex and not marriage. It was offending the way he wrote it but it was the truth. I felt the same way and I was looking forward for our next encounter.

The day after his reply, he called and asked me to come to his house. I expected a return fuck, harder than before, but he was too violent, with way too much slapping and hair pulling - something I didn't enjoy. I called him the next day and made it clear to him that he had to take it easy or the next time would be our last. Apparently he didn't want me to go because afterwards his behavior was not so rough.

We started to see each other regularly with Annette covering for me if my parents asked questions, but again, about a month in, he did something that almost ended it all.

I was at his place and he told me wanted to try something new. He tied me face down to his father's bed wearing only my panties and wrote provocative words on my body. Then he told me that he would cum on me and then he would take pictures and send them to my parents so that they could see what I was really like. He continued playing with me despite my pleading and he pretended to call his friends and act out a conversation, telling them what whore I was. Finally, we had anal sex and I was grateful that it stopped there. When he untied me, we had a huge fight and I didn't visit him again for three weeks.

He called me several times and said that he was only role-playing and that he thought I was playing along and promised to let me know from now on. A Public Holiday connected to a weekend was approaching and we agreed to spend it together at his place. It was like a restart of our relationship.

With great expectations, on a Friday afternoon I moved in with him. From the moment I got into his house, he showed me his intentions for the holiday. He was waiting for me behind the door and asked me to give him a blowjob. I didn't mind and in fact I had missed his cock. I gave his head a kiss and then took the thing in my mouth. I deep-throated it even when his fat cock was at full length and then took a full load on my tongue.

Next morning after a night of sex, I decided to do some cleaning, especially at their living room which was a mess. There was a bench press, weights lying around, along with clothes, books, dvds, magazines and newspapers...you name it, there was even food grease on the TV screen. I couldn't stand the untidiness in there. Leftover food packages and plates left first, then clothes and newspapers.

An hour later Dieter came down. He took a slice of pizza from the kitchen, sat on a sofa and switched on the TV. I was removing the cover from one of the sofas and told him that he should get up from the couch so I could remove that cover as well. He got up and left me to struggle with the couch cover for a while before he came behind me and pulled my leggings down, destroying it at the process.

"What are you doing there?", I asked him. I was sweaty by all the cleaning and I couldn't see myself as being sexy. He had a different opinion, he bent me over on the couch and stuffed my pussy with his tongue before entering it with his cock.

He was banging me hard as he was trying to make a point but being very early in the day I was rested and I enjoyed his onslaught until he left me cut in half from my orgasm. He raised me gently and we kissed.

"What was that?" I asked him.

"I want to see if you are really burned out after sex," he said and left to play soccer with friends.

I don't know if they let him play. When he came back he wasn't tired at all and we did it twice more. In the process some of my favorite shirts and leggings got ripped so I decided to spent the rest of the weekend wearing only a g-string and one of his shirts.

From then on we were steadily together for about two years. As far as I know, I was the only girl in his life. My parents never learned anything because Annette covered for me. I felt bad about that too, she was the one who was left worrying. As we couldn't walk outside together we spent all our time at his home and he respected my wish not to bring any friends over. I had a lot of my books and clothes at his home, especially underwear and dresses that I couldn't keep in my parent's house.

While we were together, he was also active with the NPD and went to activities, but how that came out in our relationship and our bed varied. I don't know if he believed all the things he said when we talked or did stuff together, but for a 20-year-old man he seemed very aware of his behavior. As we were young and experimenting, I was more tolerant of his misconduct and I learned to take a lot of the things that he did as sex play. I decided consciously, that since his behavior didn't threaten me and he covered my sexual needs, I was willing to live with this side of him.

His NPD affiliations were harder to come to terms with. I was born and raised in Germany from immigrant parents and I love Germany very much. I can't call any other place 'home' and I never had a real issue, as everyone considers me fully integrated. So when Nazis say what they say, I get offended. After all, my parents had adopted the local lifestyle and expected me to do the same, so I did.

All my friends are German and all my lovers are too. Maybe that means I had to find a way to live with Nationalists and even more their racist extension, the Neo-Nazis.

Although ending up in bed with one of them, was still a very strange way to do it.