Chapter 4

In answer she moved further onto the bed and then laid down on her back across it.

“What do you want to know?”

“What was it like for you, the first time with a woman?”

“My first time having sex?” Anina looked up at me. “I was in my last year at the Gymnasium, I was nineteen and Merete was a year younger. She came out the year before during a class discussion but she had not been with anyone seriously, well, she had kissed girls but because she came from a rich family she kept herself apart from others. That all changed when we got together.”

“How did that happen?”

“We were study partners,” she scratched her belly absently, “in the Gymnasium one of our subjects was a second foreign language and we both chose Swedish.”

“Okay, well that sounds, normal.”

“Ah,” she rolled onto her side, “but you are forgetting that we have a rivalry with Sweden, most of our classmates chose either German or Spanish but we bucked the trend and chose Swedish so we were instantly linked together by our classmates who used to tease us. I was the more aggressive one though so it was usually me who finished the arguments and once I got physical when some guy tried to put his hands on her ass.”

“Okay,” I shifted slightly, “so you rescued her?”

“I do not think Søren was that serious, it was a joke but perhaps if I had not been there it might have gone further, but I pushed him against the wall and told him to leave her alone or I would tell all his friends that he had a crush on one of the male teachers. After that I used to ride home with her to make sure she got home safely and the rest is history.”

“So, what happened to you and Merete?”

“We went out together until she went to university and I went into the police college.”

“Sometimes,” she admitted, “she lives in Aarhus and sometimes I see the city mentioned in the news and I get a little emotional,” she smiled crookedly, “but we could never have lasted, I know that for a fact. She was very conscious of her privileged position and I was always the brawler, it was the rich girl meets poor girl syndrome.”

“A basis for a novel at least.”

“But in real life? It happens, a lot more than people think but I would have had to compromise too much to fit into her world and I did not want her to compromise to fit into mine. We had a thing and it was good while it lasted but I hold no grudges, just a little bit of regret,” she traced the stitching in the duvet.

“But for both of us it was an important point where we realised that we liked girls and from then on nothing could be the same. You can pretend to like a guy but it is a game you play with yourself and Merete has certainly moved on. She is now a local politician and I am a police officer who rescues Australian tourists from pickpockets,” she patted my foot lightly.

I stretched my other leg out to push against her hips and she resisted for a brief moment before rolling over onto her back again.

“That’s a good answer.”

“Was there a better answer?” Anina looked at me.

“No, the truth is the best answer,” I rested my foot on her belly and she put her hand on it.

For a few moments neither of us said anything and then she pushed my foot down to her crotch and spread her legs slightly. My eyes followed the movement and in turn she studied my expression as she rubbed herself with my foot. I took over when she let go of my foot but it was difficult to get my foot into the right position without cramping it and eventually Anina propped on her elbows and looked down on herself. This caused me to pause and Anina sat up and pulled her shoes off. They hit the floor with a soft plop and she pulled her knees upwards and swivelled to face me. Her legs were apart and she’d positioned herself so that my foot was between her legs.

For a few moments neither of us moved, I had my back against the couch and couldn’t move further back and thus it was Anina who made the first move as she crawled towards me on all fours. I was transfixed by this very bold move on her part, she had a crooked smile on her face and when she was inches from my face it faded.

A moment later she kissed me lightly on the lips and pulled back slightly before kissing me again, this time our lips stayed locked together for longer. I felt a tremor of anxiety and anticipation flow through me and sensing that, she pulled back and looked down at me.

“Perhaps we should not do this,” she made as if to move back.

I reached out and hooked my fingers behind the vee of her blouse to stop her and then I moved forward to kiss her on the lips again and halfway through that kiss I parted my mouth and she went with me. That kiss sent a thrill through me and when we parted I felt somewhat disconnected and a little giddy. Anina smiled crookedly and looked off to one side as if considering her options. I slid the fingers of my other hand up the front of her blouse and when I reached her breasts she turned back to me and exhaled slowly.

“So, this is your first time with a woman.”

“I love your accent,” Anina replied as she traced her way down the front of my blouse, “when we were learning English in school we were told to choose a dialect like American or English,” she reached my belt.

“We were supposed to watch English speaking films in the accent we’d chosen and try to emulate the accent. I always wanted Australian but it was harder to find Australian films so I opted for the American accent,” she eased the belt out of the keeper.

“I can teach you,” I undid the second button of her blouse.

“Teach an old dog new tricks?” Anina tugged at the belt and released the buckle prong out of the hole, “I am a quick learner.”

“I am a quick learner,” I repeated.

She tried to repeat it in Australian and I giggled.

“It sounded English.”

She tried again as she pulled the belt free of the buckle and it was a little better, I put my hands on each side of her face and pulled her closer for a long, lingering kiss. It raised the stakes dramatically because her face was flushed when we finally parted and I too was feeling the familiar urge flowing through me. It felt a little alien when I brought my hands down her front to cradle her breasts and I felt the imprint of her bra and the plumpness of her breasts.

Anina eased back slowly as I moved forward and kissed her again and this kiss lasted a lot longer than I was used to because I was out of breath when we parted. I knew then that there was no pulling back now, I would go all the way and indeed when she massaged my breasts through the blouse I closed my eyes and just let her go to work. Where it had felt alien just before it now natural as she knew how to treat my breasts.

I undid another of her buttons and slid my hands upwards and outwards to her shoulders and I went back to kissing her lips and throat. For her part she didn’t try to disrobe me, allowing me to just go ahead and explore, I undid another button to expose her bra and it was only then I hesitated as I felt the lacy material.

“Go ahead and explore,” she murmured.

“That sounded almost Australian,” I undid another button and she chuckled.

“I told you I am a quick learner and you are learning quickly too,” she looked down as I undid yet another button to expose her belly, “now I should strip search you?”

She undid a couple of my buttons and pushed me against the back of the couch as she undid two more buttons to expose my bra and part of my belly. I was breathing slowly as she lowered her head and began to kiss her way down my front. It was up to that point the most erotic thing anyone had ever done to me. There was no rush to get naked, it was a slow burn and she fanned the flames with her gentle kissing and caressing and before I knew it my blouse was completely open and hanging loosely about me.

She pulled back as if to admire her work while she pulled her blouse out and undid the last couple of buttons, she shrugged it off and tossed it to one side.

“Now you,” she poked me playfully in the belly.

I removed my blouse as she teased her way down to my waistband and then I felt the button pop loose followed by the tugging at the zipper as she unzipped me.

That would have been the signal that I was about to be penetrated but with Anina it was just a prelude to another orgy of kissing, caressing and stroking as she explored my semi nude body. The bra was next when she pulled it down over my nipples and I closed my eyes as she drew each nipple up into her mouth until it was hard. I was now well beyond pulling out, metaphorically speaking and my stroking and kissing felt as if we were dancing to the same tune.

“Let’s do this,” I finally exhaled.

“Okay,” she tugged at my jeans and panties, and pulled them down over my hips, I felt a little nervous as she removed them and then took off her own jeans and panties.

“You want the dildo?”

“Is the pope a Catholic?” I grinned.

She grinned at that and brushed her lips across mine.

“Then lie down and let me get the beast.”

The beast was a psychedelic-inspired vibrating dildo that she’d bought from Christiana, I’d been told about Freetown by mum a few years ago.

“I don’t go there much but when I do it’s always entertaining,” she grinned.

And then it began, a delightfully sensuous exploration of my body, starting with my breasts and belly before moving down past my genitals to my legs and then back up to what she called my little garden. I find it hard to describe the next few minutes because I was drifting, sometimes I’d come back to myself with a start when she paused to adjust her position or catch her breath but then she’d start again.

Prior to that night I’d felt a little weird about someone going down on me, not that I’m such a prude but guys never seemed to have the patience to spend too long down there and even when they did it was always clumsy. You could tell they’d been reading a book or an article because they’d stop to ask if they were doing it right. Anina asked no such questions, she just went down on me and brought to a pretty good climax, I knew I’d orgasmed and then she laid down beside me to just stroke my naked body.

“So, that was your first time with a woman.”

“Yeah, it was,” I rolled onto my side, “it was better than I expected.”

“Ah, so I am not so bad after all.”

“Come here, you,” I moved over her and pinned her beneath me, “my turn.”

My turn was a little more hesitant and it definitely felt alien because I was used to men but Anina has told me since that it was far better than she expected.

“You had the moves okay, you just needed time to explore. My first time with a woman was very clumsy, I think we both faked orgasms that day.”

There’s more to write about the next few months but I’m trying to wrap this up before I go to bed. I stayed in Copenhagen for a few more weeks before heading out to visit the rest of Europe in an epic train journey that took me through France, Germany, Poland, the Czech Republic, Slovakia, Greece, Serbia, Slovenia, Austria, Italy and finally Spain and Portugal. I wasn’t going out with Anina then so I can’t say we broke up and got back together because there was no promise to stay together, but when I went back to Denmark she must have heard from Rie because she turned up at their place the day after to see how I was. What touched me though was knowing she’d been following my epic journey around Europe with great interest.

We’ve been together ever since, I took her back to Australia once a few months ago and she’s been officially introduced as my girlfriend. I haven’t seen David since but he must have seen something on Facebook from a mutual friend because he messaged me to congratulate me. I live with Anina in Copenhagen and have just started a bridging course in law with the intention to become a fully qualified lawyer here. Anina has just signed up to an IVF program so in a few months we’re going to go through the process together. Now if you had’ve told that to me when I was lying in a cancer ward I’d have told you that you were crazy.