(NSFW) Lewd Winter 1

	Walking into Winter's cottage, Koln smiled at the nervous young man. He had been in an almost perennial flush, keeping a nervous and happy stammer under control by simply not speaking.

	"It's a lovely house, Winter." she said, smiling as she stepped into the small main room. There was no distinct wall between the cooking and living area, and in the corner were the stairs to the loft and attic. Off to the left of the door, three doors marked the bedrooms and the bath.

	"So, ah, your room is this first one." Winter pushed out, trying to speak and barely pushing the words out. "It's nicely dressed- ah! Furnished! Nicely furnished!"

	Smiling at her blushing host, Koln moved up and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I know what you meant." she said, chuckling. "I'm here for three or four days- can I use the room for all of them?"

	Winter just nodded, not trusting his mouth. She'd kissed him- him! Him, just a young writer who made shitty romances! What could she see in-

	"You're honest." Koln said, closing her eyes. "And you wear your heart where everyone can see it. I like that."

	Winter stammered for a moment, until Koln stepped inside her room and shut the door. Stepping away, Winter just raised his hand to his face in shock. Meanwhile, inside her room, Koln was almost dancing. A boy, a boy all her own! Male companionship had been so stingily dolled out back in Wilhelmshaven, so much so the poor light cruiser was sure they could run up the old Kriegsmarine flags in red and black only for the iron old commandant to give a stiff salute before resuming her draconian measures. Now that she had her own boy~

	Before letting out a squeak of joy, Koln muffled it on her arm. She had to stay calm. Just push gently. Just push gently.

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	When Winter woke up that morning, he was mildly confused. He should not be this warm, like a diesel engine was purring away next to him all night. He also shouldn't be hearing several marine diesels chugging away next to him, each one puttering along like nobody's buisness.

	Then Winter opened his eyes to see Koln in a pair of plaid pajama pants and a half-buttoned vest holding onto his arm for warmth, and his brain shut down like a South Dakota electrical fault. Closing his eyes and pulling the covers against his chin, Winter slowly foused on not waking up so the dream wouldn't end.

	Next to him, Koln quietly fumed as her target made like a submarine and dived for the layer. Kicking over from diesel to steam, she slid out of Winter's grip easily, going over to his dresser and made some tactical changeovers before she slipped back into his arms. Pushing gently was hard, but just having Winter around her helped. She'd take the warmth of his arms if she could have nothing else; but she was a ship of the Kriegsmarine first and foremost.

	And if Man's reach should not exceed his grasp, then what was Heaven for?

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	The second time Winter woke up, he did not have a Koln snuggled up next to him. Groaning, he listened around carefully, before deciding that she must have been in the shower. Shaking his head to clear it up, he tarted getting dressed for the day. First came a new pair of nice, clean- panties? Why was his underwear draw full of panties? How did this happen, anyway? It couldn't have been Koln; she was in her room all night!

	Thinking it over, Winter scratched his chin. Well, it's not like they were hers- they'd never fit him if they were! Deciding what Koln wouldn't see wouldn't hurt, he slipped the silky underwear on and quickly followed up with a pair of high-waisted jeans and a belt. She'd never see a thing through the denim, and it would be foolproof! A warm flannel shirt went on top, the almost-too-big fabric hiding his slim frame as he walked out.

	Next to the door, Koln waited in her towel. As it opened, she loosened the holding knot. Alright, three, two, one- now!

	As Winter bumped into Koln, several things happend. First, both fell over because Winter was small and clumsy and Koln was going to anyway. Second, Koln's towel flew loose according to plan, convently timed to serve as a nice cushion. Third, Winter saw this happen and was halfway to apologizing before he landed when several blood vessels in his nose blew from overpressure, giving him a titanic nosebleed. Fourth, Koln's head hit the couch behind her providing roughly the same ammount of a wakeup call as if she'd facepalmed. Winter was a delicate sort, after all- no way he could stand up to her in all her admittedly little glory!

	It was a few minutes later that Winter came to. "bwuh?" he muttered, trying to talk and feel through his noseplugs. "Koln? Wha' happ'nd?"

	"I'm sorry, Winter." Koln said, stroking his silky black hair. "I ran into you and dropped my towel and you saw everything... and I forgot... to put my towel back... on..."

	Winter's eyes crossed as he tried to look at anything that wasn't Koln's slim, beautiful figure over him. It was very hard- no, difficult! Difficult!

	"Is ok." Winter said, trying to smile. "I don' mind a little nosebleed, if it's from lookin' at you. You're pretty enough for it."

	Koln blushed a little, before a little self-control gear in her bridge snapped. Bending down, she kissed Winter's forehead, breasts touching him briefly. As he got control of himself, Winter brought his hand up and pulled the two little tissue plugs out of his nose.

	"I feel better." he said, and then looked at Koln. She was still there, naked as the day she fell off the slip. She wasn't stopping him. The dots were all there in his brain, he was trying to put them together, but everything kept sparking out.

	"Dense Amerikaner..." Koln muttered, before diving in to kiss him on the lips. Moments later, tongues probed, and one pair of hands wrapped around a partner, pulling him tight to her. Holding the kiss, Winter almost saw stars, but he focused and held on. Never mind that this was the first time with a woman, be she flesh or steel- he had to do her right, make himself worth her trust with this.

	"We can..." he started, before Koln slid out from him. "Your room?" she asked, smiling like a nymph.

	Moments later, they were on Winter's bed, tongues and hands starting to explore each other. As Koln started working Winter's shirt off, he started to stiffen, before sighing.

	"Koln... before we get any further-"

	"I put those there." Koln admitted, slowly. "I was figuring you wouldn't wear them, or you'd look amazing in them."

	"Oh." went Winter, flushing an adorable red. He slowly worked his way out of his pants, and then the panties. "So, ahm..."

	Koln moved over like a metal snake. One hand after another slid up Winter's torso, until she was kneeling on the bed and kissing him deeply. Feeling a poke around her thigh, she looked down and smiled.

	"You do look good..." Koln muttered, tugging on one shoulder to get Winter onto the bed. "Mind if I have a taste?"

	Winter nodded, shortly before Koln curled around him and started licking him. A long, slow stroke to the top of his shaft started the blowjob, and soon Winter saw stars. From a sheer technical standpoint, it was nothing special. No vacuum seal, no tongue flutters, no revealing that shipgirls to a hull lacked gag reflexes.

	From one horny, pent-up virgin to another, though, it was a shot to the heart. Winter fell back, the tricks his German lover pulled sending lightning down his spine. Trying to force his head clear, he looked right, noticing something very important. Moving one finger towards it, Winter was rewarded with a hiss- and then he got an idea. If one of them could use their mouth, why not both? Moving in, he started probing with one hand, licking the thin slit with the other until he was rewarded with pink skin and warm, flavorful juices. Diving in, he started going left to right, always saving a special poke for the pearl at what would be the top of her slit if she were standing.

	Popping off the rod she'd laid claim to, Koln pushed Winter out of her snatch. "Time for the big event." she said, crawling over him, smiling. Moments later, she started sinking down on him, one hand making small adjustments to how it went in as Winter loaned an arm to keep her steady. When she was finally seated, though, she smiled at him and lowered herself down to whisper in his ear.

	"This... feels really good, Winter. Like a hole I never knew I had-"

	She broke off, smiling and almost crying. That wasn't a tear in her eye, no, just a very small drop of diamonds.

	"If moving is better than this." Koln said, before kissing Winter's cheek "Then you'll never get me to leave you be."

	Winter just smiled and kissed her back before he started slowly rolling his hips. Pushing off against Winter's chest, Koln started to move herself, blushing furiously as the feelings registered. Being full, that was one thing. Being full was warm and fun, like nuzzing her flotilla-mates in port. Moving, though! Moving was fun, and warm, and when she got to the bottom she'd d lean forward a bit and brush her clit on Winter and oh! It was marvelous!

	Inside Koln, Winter was panting and sweating. Something like this, like his own visit to heaven- it was what dreams were made of! Each time she rose up, the cool air kissed him, tickling and pricking him- and then Koln would come down, and he would be in her, warm and tight, and she'd squeeze him just so when she leaned forward! It was amazing, and he felt himself slipping away, one step at a time, one motion at a time. By the flush that was coloring Koln, she was starting to loose it too. Soon, they'd come together-

	"Ah!" Winter cried, grabbing at Koln. "If you don't slow down, I'll-"

	A warm hand laid itself on his chest as Koln bent down to wiggle her hips, the dick in her flexing and twitching as she cooed at her lover.

	"Do it, Winter." she said, smiling with a hint of teeth. "We have all day together, after all."

	Winter gulped, before one last kiss sealed his fate as he came, staking his claim deep inside Koln's receptive snatch. As he slowly lost hardness, Koln did *something* that kept him locked in.

	"That was fun." she said, grinning at Winter. "It should take about ten minutes for you to rearm- what do you want to do until then?"

	Winter, finally acclimated to the hard left turn his life had taken, answered with a lover's kiss.