Chapter 3

Maybe she was thinking along the same lines as I stepped back into the living room, Laura was fiddling with her watch and staring at the television set that had been turned down so as we could listen to music. Normally I would have been watching Dynasty but I’d turned it down so she could listen to her Madonna album and then I’d put on some of my music.

“I really should go,” she glanced at the clock on the wall.

“Yeah,” I sat down next to her, “it’s been a blast.”

“I had a great time,” she touched my leg.

“Me too,” I put my hand on top of hers.

She made as if to move her hand but then cocked her hair back to squint at the light dangling from the ceiling. One of the first things I did when I moved in was buy a shade for it at a thrift store but it was showing its age.

“You need to buy a new shade,” she murmured and closed her eyes.

I tried to think of a comeback line because that was my specialty but all that came out was a rather lame, “yeah, I keep meaning to replace it.”

She giggled but kept her eyes closed.

“Be honest with me now that we’re not at work.”

“Did you buy that hideous shade or was it already here when you moved in?”

“I bought it at a thrift store,” I replied.

“Ouch,” she squeezed my leg playfully, “I’ll bet that hurt to admit.”

“Not really, it’s a shitty shade and I do keep meaning to replace it but then something else comes up and I just forget to buy a new one. To be honest one of my ex girlfriends did replace it but when we broke up the shade was part of the settlement.”

“You’re kidding,” her eyes opened suddenly, “so along with your Duran Duran tape she also took the light shade, what a bitch.”

“Oh the Duran Duran was all hers,” I replied, “I’ve never been into them but she took my Black Sabbath album that I’ve had for years but Roxy just thought it belonged to her. I came home and found a note telling me that we’d broken up and then a list of things she’d taken with her.”

“What a bitch,” she squeezed my leg again, “I would have gone after her.”

“To be honest I was just glad to see the back of her, she started out as a one night stand but she never moved out and seven months down the track I was getting tired of coming home to an empty pantry and moldy cheese in the fridge.”

“That’s what I hate about one night stands,” she giggled, “there should be a legal agreement you make people sign before they step into your apartment,” she paused for effect.

“I the undersigned, agree to vacate the premises in the morning and any items left behind shall become the property of the other party.”

“It’d kill the idea of one night stands stone cold.”

“Oh I don’t know,” she lifted her hand from my knee and swiveled to face me, “guys will sign just about anything if they’re about to get laid. One of my best friends had this hidden camera in her room and one night for a dare, she got the captain of the college football team to confess that he’d had a crush on his mother. If he confessed she’d let him have his wicked way.”

“Nasty,” I winced, “and did he?”

“Yeah,” her eyes shifted, “he was crying at the time and we laughed so hard we cried too. Emma was always a twisted sister, if you told her something couldn’t be done she’d take it as a personal challenge to try it.”

“And what happened to Emma?”

“She moved to Australia,” Laura hooked her elbow over the top of the couch, “now Emma was one woman I would have slept with, if she’d been at all interested.”

“You don’t say?” I adjusted my position, “what made her so attractive?”

“I guess it was the way she was,” she replied, “Emma was extreme and I know she did a lot of stuff just to get a reaction.”

“So, what if she’d done this?” I slid my finger up the front of her blouse to the top button.

Laura didn’t budge an inch as I reached the top button and I had a moment of hesitation because I half expected her to pull back but instead she locked her hand around my wrist and moved forward until we were inches from each other’s mouths.

“Your move, counselor,” she murmured.

I brushed my lips across hers in a delicate kiss and I felt the tremor move through her, we parted a moment later and I undid the button and let my hand slide down to the third button. She did inhale then but she still wasn’t pulling back. We stared into each other’s eyes for a few moments longer before we kissed again and this one was a bit longer and definitely sensual because I felt the old familiar urge. She was pushing towards me, opening her mouth in rhythm with mine and when we finally parted she was definitely aroused.

Arousal however was not reaching third base, let alone a home run. I’ve had plenty of sessions that only lasted a few minutes before she pulled out and I guess because of my no fucking colleagues rule I too was just content to indulge her with more passionate kisses. Ultimately however it was that change in the dynamics that led to the next step when Laura pulled her skirt part way up her thighs and straddled me. Her breathing was shallow and intense and yet we were both fully dressed, okay, I’d taken time to explore as much of her body through the clothes as possible.

Having her straddling me though raised the stakes considerably because now I could get my hands onto her buttocks and I worked her cheeks with my fingernails, teasing the delicate nerve endings through the skirt. All the while we kept kissing and not long after I felt pressure on my breasts as she squeezed them. I finally took a chance and unzipped her skirt and that broke the spell for a few seconds as she pulled back and stared at me.

“A bridge too far?” I rested my thumb and forefinger on the skirt button.

Laura bit her lip and looked past me as if consulting some invisible spirit guide. I waited and then she seemed to come out of her spell.

“This is a one night stand.”

“Do you want me to draw up papers?”

“No time for that,” she sighed, “but I will be gone soon enough.”

I inched forward and she slid backwards but I caught her before she could fall and pulled her up, she wrapped her arms around me and kissed me again as we skirted around the coffee table and made our way across the floor to the bedroom door and when we hit the door she stopped and put her hands on my breasts.

“No promises in the dark, okay?”

“I promise nothing,” I unbuckled her belt and opened the door.

We stepped inside and I led her to the bed. The button on her skirt popped loose as we reached the bed and I pushed her onto it. She landed with a soft plop and a startled cry. I managed a crooked smile as I turned on a bedside lamp and kicked my shoes off.

“Do you want the dildo?”

“Dildo,” her eyes widened, “I’ve never tried one of those before.”

Her eyes opened a little wider when I pulled out Big John, a rather large dildo that has seen a lot of use over the years. We only recently retired him when we discovered minute cracks in the plastic but back then he was still brand spanking new.

“That’s big,” she held it in her hands.

“Damn right,” I undid my trousers, “not that I’ve ever seen a cock up close and personal.”

“Nope,” I pulled the trousers over my hips and let them slide all the way down, “I’m still a virgin when it comes to that kind of thing.”

“And I’m a virgin when it comes to this,” her eyes shifted as I stepped out of the trousers and took a few steps forward.

“Ah, so, we’re both virgins,” I knelt on the bed, “this should be interesting.”

Laura edged backwards as I started pulling her skirt down over her hips. Once again she bit her lip but didn’t try to stop me as I kept pulling and when it reached her knees she spread her legs and pulling the blouse up past her panties, inched the dildo under them. A slight smile nudged her lips as she started working the dildo between her labia.

“You look like the cat that swallowed the cream,” I teased her.

She giggled as I pulled the panties down a little and started tickling her perineum. That elicited a low groan from her and I kept going, letting my tongue slick over her moist lips all the way to her clitoris and back down again. This went on for some time whilst she rubbed the dildo between her lips but eventually I took over and slid the dildo inside. She let out a yelp as the tip pierced her and I rested it there for little while as I gave her another tongue bath but eventually the dildo went a little deeper. She winced and I slid it in further as I kept up a remorseless tongue bath, I let it come all the way out not long after only to repeat the process again, this time going in a little deeper.

By the time I’d achieved full penetration Laura was squeezing her breasts tightly and moving in time with my motions. She writhed beneath me, pushing herself into me and her cries became ever more frantic until finally she grabbed the dildo from me and started working herself with short sharp plunges, she climaxed not long after with a series of spasms.

Laura came to some time later with a lazy smile as I settled down beside her.

“Now that was different.”

“You wanna go again?”

“Again?” Laura propped on her elbows and looked at herself, “we might have to revise the one night stand agreement in that case.”

A lot has happened since that night. We did get together for a few months before breaking up for six months but when we finally got back together again I think it was better because she’d gained a lot more experience. It wasn’t just with women though, she’d had one last splurge with men, enough to tell her that she wasn’t really into men although she valued their company on a platonic level. We moved to Sweden in 1998 and got married not long after and thanks to IVF have two children, Eva and Sofia, our youngest is an actress and the oldest followed me into law. I have a law practice in Stockholm handling a lot of asylum cases and Laura teaches International Law at university.

So there you have it, the story of how Laura and I got together, the short version that is and now I have to shut this computer down and get ready for our trip to the theater, Sofia has just picked up the role of Gertrude in Hamlet.