"My big break into the world of fun soon arrived when some of my friends went to a club in Guenzburg, the district capital. When they returned they couldn't stop  talking about all the beautiful babes they'd encountered and the wonderful reception they had. I cursed myself and wondered what a hell I was doing  - after all I wasn't a monk or slave. I decided to go to the club the following week. The place was a blast.

For the next three weeks I saw different babes at the club. There were at least five whom I reckoned were in love with me. Making a choice became very difficult, although I favoured the one nicknamed Melanie. She was without a question my heart's desire. But she was so beautiful and so popular at the club  I felt I didn't stand a chance. I felt inferior. Weak in the presence of beauty, some might say. I was so shy and intimidated to talk with her even though it was obvious she always wanted to talk to me.

Another reason I hesitated from making a move was the guy constantly in her company. He was her fellow - blond, blue eyed, well dressed - who always arrived at the club in a different posh car. The two were very popular and appeared to be perfectly matched. They danced together, especially when slow German music was played. But every time we left the club, my friends asked me, "What's wrong? That lady is madly in love with you. Are you too timid to take your chances?"

They couldn't persuade me. I couldn't imagine myself, a black man and a poor refugee, without even a bicycle competing with that gentleman. As I dithered about what to do with Melanie, one of my colleagues hit on her. Melanie told him to back off or face severe consequences. That warning started the ball rolling for me.

I now knew that my fears had legs. Melanie didn't want me so I decided to make a move on the other ladies. One by one, I made love to them. However, one thing I observed with German girls was that if you made good love to them, they didn't keep it a secret. They blabbed about it to their girl friends who had not yet had a go with me.

Meantime, when the word got out, Melanie started acting jealous and turned aggressive. As one of the waitresses she was at huge disadvantage. In between taking and delivering food and drink orders, it was difficult for her to have any meaningful conversation with me. So, she began to follow me outside to see what I was up to with the other ladies.

One day when she saw me in the thick of affairs with another lady, she broke. She stomped back into the club. I could hear her complain to her best friend, Karin, who also baby sat her daughter. When I re-entered the club, Karin came at me.

     "Ali, you stupid, boy, you're making Melanie upset."

     "What the...?" I scratched my head. What was going on? Melanie and I were friends but there'd never been talk of any romantic relationship. And I was still too nervous to talk to her about love. I felt very sad and confused.

I shrugged my shoulders at Karin and walked over to Tony, the DJ, and sat beside him. Tony often invited me to do stand-in as M.C  and that made me even more popular at the club. My friends realizing I wasn't dancing as I used to, came over.

       "What's wrong with you?" they asked.

I shrugged my shoulders. Then Karin walked up to me. What now, I wondered.

      "Melanie's asked me to take you to her apartment when the club closes. She'll follow later after she finishes up at the club."

At 3 a.m., Karin took me to Melanie's apartment. Thirty minutes later Melanie arrived home. By then I had already taken my shower and had gone straight to bed and waited for whatever she had in store for me. As I expected, she also took her shower and then came over and lay beside me on the bed. She took  my hands. I concluded it was now or never. I cautiously moved my hands around her two gorgeous breasts. We then came face to face and as soon as our mouths met, we started intense kissing.

I moved my mouth to her breasts and started kissing and sucking them one after the other. At that point, it was obvious she lost control of herself. At the same time, my left middle finger was busy----------------------------As her body  continued to weaken and her orgasm became extremely high, I moved towards the lower part of her body and without any delay, penetrated her private part. She let out a loud scream.  

She continued to scream all morning as I continued to-------------------------------  She screamed so loud and for such a long time period of time that her friend and her husband, who was my fellow refugee, got angry and complained bitterly about it. After two hours of what was perhaps the best lovemaking I ever had, we fell asleep. We didn't wake up until 9 a.m. What a day that was and what a dream come through. Later she told me the guy I had feared was gay.

I breathed a sigh of relief.