Chapter 5

“Your penis dropped off,” she smiled crookedly.

“I was born without one,” I replied.

“Huh? You too,” she shifted her knee around as she spread her legs, “how weird is that?”

I moved my hand up Annie’s leg to her pussy.

“What’s the Swedish word for pussy?” Annie slid her hands over my lips.

“We have several,” I moved my hand over her pussy, “snippa, fitta, and my favourite, slidan.”

She chuckled at that as her rubbing became more focused. I moved my knee off the couch and put my foot on the floor. Her eyes shifted as I moved closer. She was now trapped against the corner of the couch and yet that seemed to turn her on because she slipped her hand behind my panties and down over the patch of hair to my lips. For a minute or two no words were spoken as we rubbed each other but eventually she let out a low moan.

“You have a sovrum,” she used the Swedish word for bedroom.

“Ja, I have a bedroom.”

“Does it have a bed?”

Annie moved forward at the same time and then she rose.

It was so abrupt that I blinked and then I too rose. We reached the bedroom a few minutes later and she paused as she looked around the room. She found the Marlene Dietrich poster soon enough and crossed the room to examine it in detail.

“You’ll laugh at this,” she suddenly spoke, “I so nearly had my hair cut in that style but then I changed my mind and had the bob instead.”

“We’ve got a Marlene portrait in the studio,” I knelt on the bed.

“I remember,” she turned to face me, “the one with her tie undone.”

She knelt on the edge of the bed and I propped on my elbows as she took off her boots.

“I keep forgetting to take my shoes off when I visit someone.”

“I’m sure they’ll cope,” I chuckled, “we’re masters at being passive aggressive.”

The second shoe hit the floor and she took off her jacket. I raised my foot and moved it to rest on her right leg and bent my right leg outwards. Annie’s eyes however were fixed on my waist as she grabbed my left leg and shifted it off her leg. She had a focused look in her eyes as she crawled towards me on all fours. I just stayed in the same position and watched her.

She stopped between my legs and then leaned over as if to kiss me on the lips but stopped and looked down at my waistband. I had the distinct feeling she was going to suddenly back out and so I traced my fingers up the front of her blouse to the bowtie. She raised her head to stare into my eyes and then she rocked forward slightly and brushed her lips across mine. It was a tentative kiss, and she moved back slightly before repeating the kiss a second time. On her third pass though her lips locked onto mine and stayed there as she worked my lips in a passionate kiss.

I was still stroking her front and by the time she finally broke contact my fingers were behind the waistcoat. A crooked smile nudged her lips as I tugged playfully at the top button of the waistcoat and then she kissed me again. I undid the button midway through the kiss and brought my other hand up behind her neck to keep her in position as I pushed back against her lips.

A low moan escaped her lips as our kissing became more intense and then I was undoing the next button. I could now get my hand behind the waistcoat to cradle one of her breasts and I squeezed it gently at first and then my touch became firmer as I fell into a familiar routine, massaging her breast and then dragging my thumbnail over the nipple to arouse it. Annie inched forward a little more and slowly straightened up, which forced me to follow her and sit up as well.

Her waistcoat was partially unbuttoned and she looked down at it as she ran her hands through my hair. I undid the last few buttons to part the waistcoat and now that I was in a better position I could lavish all of my attention on her smallish breasts. Her breathing was low and laboured as I worked her breasts, she pushed against me at the same time and then she reached back and undid the bowtie clasp. The bowtie fell onto her legs and she grabbed my neck and forcing my head upwards, kissed me passionately again and again.

The waistcoat slid off her shoulders as our kissing continued and we stayed in that position for a few more minutes before I guided her around and put her back against the bedhead. Her eyes grew large as I straddled her and put her hands under my skirt.

“Feel free to explore,” I undid the top button of her blouse, “and I’ll do some exploring of my own,” I undid the next button to form a shallow vee.

Annie slid her hands up and down my legs as I stroked the exposed skin and kissed her teasingly again and again. Her breathing became more laboured as I undid a third button and then I lowered my head and kissed her neck and throat. My other hand slid up and down her front, exerting just enough pressure to keep her riding higher. There was only one point where I actually thought she might suddenly change her mind and that was when I undid the next button. The blouse was open to her cleavage and it was just as I hooked my fingers around the fourth button that she suddenly let out a loud gasp and looked down.

“What is it?” I looked down as she dug her fingernails into my thighs.

“Nothing,” she panted, “be gentle.”

“Always,” I stroked her front again, “you do not want to go further?”

“I didn’t say that,” she pulled her hands out from under my skirt and brought them up to my breasts and held them there, “this is my first time.”

“With a woman?” I stared into her eyes, “or with anyone?”

“The first one,” she massaged my breasts, “I’m definitely not a virgin, except with women.”

“So, undress me then, if you want.”

She hesitated for a few seconds and then undid one of my buttons to expose the top of my bra, I did the same to her and a slight smile nudged her lips as she undid the next button. My blouse was now hanging open and she moved her hands up over my breasts. I felt the familiar sensations of arousal as she massaged my breasts and taking courage from this, she kissed me on the lips again. I felt the headiness moving through me and then I was undoing the next few buttons of her blouse until I got to the waistband.

I kissed her throat and front, before moving to her shoulders as I slid the blouse partway down her back. She arched her back and groaned softly. I felt my blouse sliding out of my skirt as she went to work on the last couple of buttons and then the garment was undone but still held partially in place at the back.

I undid her belt and pulled the blouse out of her trousers to unbutton the last few buttons and it was about then I saw the change in her eyes that signalled she’d crossed the line. There was no going back after that. She lost her blouse and I took mine off and as her head hit the pillow I undid her trousers and started pulling them over her hips. Annie reached back to undo her bra and as I pulled her trousers over her legs she spread them and smiled.

I undid my belt and pulled the skirt over my hips. It hit the floor with a soft plop and then I moved over on top of her and began a detailed exploration of her near nude body. Her nipples hardened as I sucked on them and when I moved down to her belly she began whimpering as I tickled her inner thighs. But when I dragged my tongue over her pussy she arched her back and purred.

I pulled her panties over her hips to expose her pussy and once again I dragged my tongue over it, she arched her back and whimpered again. I kept going with my licking and tickling routine until her whimpering became louder and then I slid my finger inside and felt her shiver as she closed her legs around my finger. When I dragged it out I went to work on her clitoris. It’s that part of the female anatomy that is designed solely for our pleasure, which is probably why it’s a taboo word in patriarchal societies. They don’t want us to find out about it!

Annie was writhing beneath me as I drove her higher and higher, and each time I thought she was about to climax there was another mountain to climb until finally she was almost sobbing with ecstasy. The end came after some fifteen minutes or so, I wasn’t counting the minutes but I was very aware that she was on the cusp because her yells became louder and she propped on her elbows and just stared at me as I went to work on her pussy. About a minute later she suddenly threw herself back and her back rose in the air as the spasms moved through her body and then she fell back onto the bed and shivered as she let the orgasm take control of her body.

When she finally came around her face was wet with tears and her body was covered in a thin film of sweat.

“So, that was girl on girl sex.”

“I didn’t use the dildo on you.”

“Fuck, now she tells me,” she closed her eyes, “I’ve always wanted to use one of those. I so nearly bought one the other month.”

“I have spares,” I settled down beside her.

“Hmm mm,” she rolled onto her side, “so, what does that make us?”

“What is the Swedish word?”

“Flickvan,” I replied, “girlfriend.”

She giggled at that.

“So, my turn with you?”

“Do you want to use the dildo?”

“Yes,” she rolled over on top of me, “considering I’ve never gone down on a woman.”

“There’s more than one way, variety is the spice of life.”

That statement sticks in my mind as I look over what I’ve just written. It’s been nearly two years and so much has happened between then and now. I had to help her navigate our horrid immigration system. I have no idea which individual concocted our system but they must have been on drugs. We got through it in one piece and she got her personal number, so fingers crossed she’ll be eligible for citizenship in a couple of years. We spend weekends together, taking turn at each other’s places, it gives us the space to do our own thing and yet we’ve got the closeness we both need. I’ve started painting again and whilst I’m reluctant to admit it, it’s a national trait, my work is good and can only get better.

I think I will leave it there. It started with a chance encounter at Ikea and ended with an intimate relationship that still has me pinching myself in case I’m dreaming.