The question, if it was a question was left unfinished. A pause and a glance that said all that needed to be said.
Hannah put an arm around each of our waists and pulled us towards her. I looked Tim in the eye and the look on his face said it all: neither of us had expected this. She had started off by explaining that she would sleep on the sofa and we should share the bed. Then as if by way as an afterthought she suggested another possibility.
I had known Tim fifteen years. We were at school together, best mates. He was spending the summer inter-railing and had been visiting me in Hamburg where I was working at a research lab.
Hannah, I had known only a few weeks. A summer student from Israel, she was juggling studying for her master's degree with her national service. An army captain, she insisted on being treated as one of the lads and was one of the few women students who had joined us on one of our drinking trips into town after the local bars had closed.
The trip had been Hannah's idea. She was only in Germany for eight weeks and wanted to see more of it before going home. When I mentioned Tim's visit, she suggested we hire a car and drive down the Rhine to look at castles and history and in particular Mainz, where the Guttenberg bible was printed.
Tim would be taking the train from Mainz leaving Hannah and I to travel back alone. A look in her eye when she explained her plan had suggested that this part of the trip might well be more interesting and eventful than the first.
Hannah was of medium height with thick curly black hair. She spoke with her hands and mouth at the same time, her arms moving rapidly in all directions to emphasize each point she made. But her most expressive feature was her deep blue eyes which would roll with exasperation, open wide in astonishment or smoulder seductively.
On one of our drinking trips we had visited the infamous Reeperbahn to drink beer in Sam's Brazil where some friends of ours from Ghana played in the band. On the way back she had insisted on stopping in at one of the numerous neon-lit sex shops that line the street. On that occasion her eyes had opened wider than I had ever imagined possible.
I had lusted after Hannah from the first moment I had seen her, which was after all a natural and healthy reaction for my age. One of the major disadvantages of my field being the lack of female company. Only four of the hundred students on my undergraduate course had been girls and by the middle of the second year, two of those had found the easiest way to deal with the constant attempts to claim attention from us males was to turn to each other for affection.
And now the three of us were standing in nothing but our underwear in a room with a bed and Hannah was stroking our cocks through the front of our Y-fronts.
Tim came to his senses first and had the presence of mind to kiss her. I unhooked her bra and began work on her breasts with my lips. She slipped her hands inside our underwear and began stroking the shafts of our cocks. It felt so good.
When it came to sex, I was a late developer. A single sex school followed by university with a distinct shortage of females. My only serious girlfriend had been a devout Christian who planned to keep her virginity until her wedding night. She had let me finger her and had once given me a blow job. But that had been her limit. I had continued dating in what I would later consider the quaint belief that dumping a girl friend just because she would not put out was 'tacky'.
I shed my shirt and briefs and jumped onto the bed. My first time properly naked in bed with a woman. My first time with a woman who did not demand begging and coaxing. The look in Hannah's eye's said everything I needed to know: She wanted sex and she wanted it now. The fact that Tim was also naked in the bed with us was a detail as far as I was concerned.