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Dear reader,
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/Ciad Itu [ciad@hoakz.com]
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WARSAW
By Ciad Itu
*** PART 1. ***
August 1997, Gdansk, Poland
Looking down at the key in my hand I realized with a flush of
relief that it was over. I was on the ferry and this insane
affair was, hopefully, over once and for all. I blinked to clear
my eyes and looked at the key again. Cabin number 214. I looked
around and found the door after some searching. At first I had
some difficulties opening it, but when I realized the key was
upside down I finally had my cabin door open.
"Excuse us," I heard a female voice from behind me.
I turned in the direction of the voice. A couple of doors
down the corridor two women were trying to get into their cabin.
They were looking at me, a helpless expression on their faces. I
took a closer look at the taller one first, but when my eyes fell
on the shorter woman I felt my mouth watering. She was delicious.
"Yes?" I asked.
"I can't open the door," the tall one said. "We are just
asking someone in the crew for help. It seems... not possible..."
Based on their bad accent I assumed they had been visiting
friends or relatives at home and were now on their way back to
Sweden.
"Can you help?" the tall one continued.
"Of course," I smiled.
When I helped the women opening their cabin door I couldn't
keep from thinking back to the beginning of this trip and with a
pang of pain I saw Mira's face in my minds eye.
The trip had started with me on the commuter train on my way
to the ferry that would take me to my beloved. I even wrote I was
going home in my journal. Actually I spent most of that trip
feverishly writing down poem after poem about how much I loved her
and how much I would be coming home once I had her in my arms.
Little did I understand it was not home I was heading for, it
was home I was leaving. Fleeing from my chaotic life into
something new, something that was still unspotted by the dark ink
of reality and responsibility and a dozen other shades of boring
black I didn't felt like filling my pen with while writing _my_
story. I had simply assumed I was different, that I could do it
differently, live my life like no one else before.
When the ferry left the Gdansk harbor and begun its trip back
to Sweden it was still early, only half past six. I couldn't just
sit in my cabin and stare and I couldn't fall asleep. I left for
the bar. I promised myself not to get drunk -- that was one of
the bad solutions -- so instead I ordered coke.
After maybe half an hour of sitting in the bar, staring into
my glass and avoiding any kind of thoughts what so ever, someone
sat by my table. It was the women with the cabin door. I tried
to smile, but they took it as a frown and with excuses they -- or
actually the tall one -- started telling me they wanted to thank
me for helping them get into their cabin, and before long they had
ordered three tequilas. We started talking. The short one was
Katryna and the tall one Zofia.
"So? Why you go here?" Zofia asked. Katryna seemed to be
the shy one. "Business or pleasure?"
I smiled. She sounded like a customs officer. I told her
and they both laughed. Zofia blushed. Why did I go to Poland?
Looking back I realized it started so many months ago.
It was spring 1997, and I was supposed to write a paper in
Theatre Science. Theatre had given me much through the years when
it came to my personal development, but it would never land me in
any profession at all, part from acting, and somewhere along the
line I had decided I didn't wanted that life so not even Theatre
Science could really offer me a future I fancied.
With this in mind it wasn't so strange that I quickly got
side tracked when working on my paper. I wanted to write about
Theatre on the Internet. How people connected and started playing
roles. So, I got out on the net looking for "Theatre" and before
long I found chat rooms, and in these chat rooms I found women and
soon I was doing the kind of research that would definitely not
fit in a scientific paper.
Soon after I met Mira.
Mira and I spent a couple of months just getting to know each
other -- not just in the virtually biblical way -- and soon we
started talking about me visiting her. Being broke and unemployed
I had little funds to arrange such a trip, but since she was
living in just across the Baltic Sea and she promised me I
wouldn't have to pay for lodging I was soon on my way.
It took half a day -- or actually a night -- to go with ferry
from Nynäshamn in Sweden to Gdansk in Poland, and in Gdansk I
caught a train and within another three hours I was in Warsaw.
She had told me she would wait for me by the train, with
flowers. But when I got off the train she were no were to be
seen. During the fifteen minutes I spent trying to find her, my
mind kept telling me she had decided to skip the whole thing and
wasn't going to show.
I finally gave up. Decided something was up and that I
needed to call her to find out what. I entered the escalator from
the platform. She was waiting for me at the top. I saw the
flowers in her hand: a small hand bouquet of dried flowers.
Something happened then. I knew it was her but somewhere my mind
hesitated, refused, stopped. I hugged her. Then I heard her
voice and I knew it was her.
I wanted to stop and just look at her but she told me we were
in a hurry. When we walked to the cab I held her tight, but our
bags was between us somehow. It got awkward and in the cab she
got awkward as well; put up a cold wall, hiding behind a pair of
large, shiny-opaque sunglasses while talking in polish to the cab
driver.
Her apartment was on the fifth floor, and the key reminded me
of a bottle opener. The furniture of the apartment was Spartan,
and reminded me of something from the 70ies. She asked me what I
thought and stupefied by my impression I asked her what she wanted
me to say. As if my own apartment was any better? She didn't
have used pizza boxes spread all over the place, or dust lurking
in the corners, or a hundred other things I had in my apartment.
I took a quick shower. We were supposed to baby-sit for a
colleague of Mira's. I guess for a first night together she could
have come up with something better, but I didn't say anything.
When I left the shower dressed in nothing but my boxer shorts she
stared at me, almost shocked. I grabbed my deodorant with a
guilty expression and escaped back into the bathroom where I got
properly dressed.
Before I got into the shower she talked about making an
omelet. After I came out she talked about making coffee. Finally
she did nothing and we left.
At Mira's colleagues place we were greeted by the hysterical
crying of a baby. The couple, Pierre and Suzette, was about to
leave for the concert, Andre, the baby was lying on a blanket on
the floor, screaming, and his three years older sister Claire was
running around in the apartment trying to get attention from her
stressed out parents. I picked up Andre and he fell silent. It
lasted a second, and then he started screaming twice as loud. I
remember thinking that maybe Mira was trying to test me somehow,
throwing a bunch of kids my way to see what I would do.
Pierre and Suzette left. Andre fell asleep quite soon, but
Claire was a completely different story. First we forgot about
her yogurt, and after a couple of minutes of Claire making a scene
we also realized her father had forgotten to tell us she would
only eat with her special spoon -- the fact that Claire spoke
nothing else than French -- none of us did, at least not
intelligible -- didn't add much to clear the confusion. After
about half an hour of me reading bedtime stories -- in French --
Claire finally fell asleep as well.
A blessed silence fell in the house and Mira and I sat on the
front porch drinking beers, smoking and talking about nothing in
particular. About an hour later Pierre and Suzette returned.
Pierre drove us home. Back in the apartment Mira made
Broccoli omelet. Starved we ate in silence. Then came more
silence. I wanted to tell her about my feelings.
"I never told anyone back home I love you before I left," I
said.
"Let's give each other some time, okay?"
Time? I thought. Okay. I looked around. What about the
sleeping arrangements? There was only one bed in the room. I
suggested I sleep on the sofa. She told me it's not made, so I
suggested sleeping head to foot and joked about kicking her in the
face. She said she didn't want that and finally we ended up side
by side in her bed.
"I'm not turning my back at you," she said and turned her
back at me.
I turned my back at her as well but she protested and told me
not to. I spun back, lying behind her and trying to keep my hands
to my self as best as I could.
"Touch my hair," she mumbled and I did.
She turned facing me, buried her face at my chest and
caressed my back.
"Say something," she continued. "Talk to me..."
I started telling her a long and complicated folktale about
two brothers, one a prince, the other a wyvern. The wyvern
brother one day defeated the king's army and returned to the
castle, reassuming his position as a prince.
Soon the wyvern wished to get married and since the army was
gone and no one dared to oppose him, he got his will. On the
wedding night the wyvern devoured the bride and the kingdom
mourned.
A couple of month's passed and the wyvern wised to get
married again, with similar results. This continued until the
prettiest and smartest princess in the kingdom agreed to marry the
wyvern. Instead of being a helpless victim she arranged for three
tubs of lye and scrubbing-brushes to be brought to the bedroom.
Once the wyvern slithered into the room to get his piece of
fun the princess grabbed him and threw him in the first tub,
scrubbing him until the brush was totally worn out. She threw
what was left of the wyvern in the next tub and went over him with
the next brush.
Finally when the last brush was used up, all that was left of
the wyvern was a lump of bloodstained flesh. She took the lump
and placed it beside her in the bed, and then she fell asleep.
The next morning, of course she woke up beside the handsomest
prince in the kingdom.
I guess I wanted Mira to do something to get the dragons
scales off my heart.
The next morning I was waked by Mira's alarm clock. Mira
didn't move. I started kissing her between her shoulder blades to
try and wake her up and suddenly she scooted back at me until her
butt was pressing against my morning hard-on. She mumbled
something unintelligible and squirmed.
I am usually not a keen person in the morning, but when Mira
did that I immediately woke up and started kissing her neck with
intent. She reached behind her back and started caressing my cock
through my briefs while I tried to kiss her on her lips, but she
had her face turned away somehow.
I caressed down her belly and tried to push my hand inside
her panties when she grabbed my arm and pulled it away from her.
She rolled over on her belly and looked at me.
"I don't like to be touched," she mumbled and looked at the
clock again. "And I need to get to work."
Mira called at ten and woke me up. We agreed to have lunch
and she gave me instructions on where to meet. After a shower I
got dressed and headed out the door. I managed to get on the
right bus and a couple of minutes later I got off.
Mira wasn't there. At first I just assumed she was late, but
after a while I started wonder and after about 30 minutes I walked
another 100 meters to the next stop and found her with a book, she
had been waiting for me and she looked a bit resigned when she saw
me.
After the lunch we were sitting outside McDonald's, were we
had been eating, and smoked. As usual I was having a bad case of
smoker's cough.
"You should stop smoking," Mira commented.
"I only cough this bad when I'm nervous."
She never asked me why I was nervous, and I didn't stop to
think about it either. Before long she sent me on my way back to
her apartment, and with nothing else to do, I grabbed one of her
books -- The Dark Rivers of the Heart by Dean Koontz -- and
started reading.
That night Mira fell asleep with her head in my lap while I
was sitting in her sofa watching James Bond dubbed in Polish on a
14" TV. Mira wasn't beautiful. Not that she didn't had beautiful
colors or a beautiful shape, but she had this tension in her whole
face that made her look puffy-cheeked and jaded. Thinking back,
it's pretty obvious Mira wasn't happy and just like me she was
looking for some relief from her empty life.
Mira was originally from Greece, her father being Polish and
her mother Greek, but she had moved to Warsaw to become an
Industrial Designer since there were more jobs in Poland than in
Athens. Her parents where still in Athens and so were most of her
friends.
Our plan was that after spending about a week and a half in
Warsaw I would join her back to Greece. I looked down at the
woman in my lap. Now that she had fallen asleep the tension of
her face had disappeared. Suddenly she had turned from somewhat
cute to beautiful. I remember that moment very well since that
was when I finally fell in love with more than just a fantasy.
*** PART 2. ***
The next day we visited a hair saloon and I got a well-needed
haircut. Mira cut her hair less than one centimeter around her
scalp and after a number of misunderstandings I got mine cut
machine short at the neck and sides and somewhat longer at the
top. It wasn't what I was used to from home, but it was way
better than before cutting the hair.
Done at the hairdresser we went headed for a lunch
restaurant. On our way to the there Mira stopped by a stand of
sunglasses. I had forgotten my glasses at home and since we were
heading for Greece I needed a new pair. I was looking at the
glasses while Mira was sauntering nervously around me. She sighed
at my indecisiveness and finally I told her I didn't know what I
wanted.
"Sure, whatever," she hissed and headed off to the
restaurant.
We had a couple of beers in a bar after lunch and Mira told
me about her future plans. She wanted to go back to Greece, maybe
do some more studying to become an engineer. She talked about
home in Greece and she told me about her lost boyfriend. She had
loved him deeply and he had died in a motorcycle accident.
A friend once told me it doesn't matter if you wear a helmet
or not on a motorcycle. It's just a question of whether you will
break your neck or crush your scull once you crash. I didn't say
that to Mira. However, soon I started to feel that there wasn't
much space for me in her future plans. I didn't put into words my
growing uneasiness even if maybe I should have.
* * *
"I am going to go back home," Zofia smiled. "Katryna is following
to visit me."
I blinked and tried hard to conceal the fact that I hadn't
heard much of what she had told me on bad, staggering English. I
nodded and tried to look smart. What had she told me?
"How long will you be staying?" I asked Katryna.
She smiled but Zofia was the one that replied. "Two weeks."
I nodded.
Suddenly there was a boom from the next room and both women
turned their heads and looked in the direction of the sound. The
boom was followed by a dark voice counting down from ten to zero,
a disco intro.
"Diskotek!" Katryna yelled, trying to make herself heard over
the music.
Zofia smiled and looked at me.
"Do you dance?" she asked.
I started shaking my head when Katryna grabbed my hand and
pulled me along.
"You dance! Nice!" she yelled.
I thought maybe I was wrong about her being shy. The
language barrier is a phenomenal way to change the appearance of a
person. However, we couldn't speak much else than body language
on the dance floor and since Katryna seemed to speak it fluently
she was soon brushing her butt and hands against me while grinning
broadly. And she kept my hand in hers, even more eagerly if I
tried to pull it away.
My mind had its own will though and soon it leaped back to
Warsaw.
* * *
After the bar we headed back home. We went shopping in the local
supermarket and soon we got into the queue to the check out.
Before we headed to the store Mira had changed into a strapless
top that showed much shoulder. Now she was standing in front of
me, actually leaning into me, brushing her butt at me, while the
seemingly endless queue in front of us slowly shrunk. That was
the first, and only time so far, that I had actually wished for
the cashier to be slow.
"You look so much better in that haircut," Mira smiled up at
me.
I smiled back. Her butt grinding against my crotch made me
forget what I was about to say. Mira's eyes took on a wanton
shimmer as she reached up and caressed my cheek.
"Bite my shoulder," she mumbled.
"What?" I asked. "Here?"
"This dress is screaming 'bite me'," Mira mumbled and ground
into me once more.
After a breathless moment of hesitation I sunk my teeth into
her shoulder and when I pulled back her eyes was closed, her face
relaxed and the beauty from last night was back.
Before we went shopping Mira had shown me how to play
backgammon. She told me it was something of the national game of
Greece and so I had to know how to do it and how to do it right.
I had played backgammon a couple of times and thought I knew the
game quite well. She started by disapproving of the very way I
rolled the dices.
"Hey," she protested. "_Throw_ the dices, don't go all wet
on them or the one you are playing against will slap the board
close on your hands."
She threw the dices hard into the opposite corner of the
board and they jumped over it a couple of times before they
landed. Next thing she told me how to count the dices correctly
and soon I started gaining her approval.
When we returned from our shopping we started playing again
as if nothing had happened. Mira mad a funny comment, I don't
remember what, and I brushed her hair. Just as I did she grabbed
my hand and started kissing it. I stared at her for a couple of
seconds before pulling her to me. She straddled, pushing me back
down at the chair, and she almost knocked the backgammon board
over in the process. We shared our first passionate kiss and soon
after we cooperated to get rid of her top. Her breasts were small
but her nipples felt stiff and pointy when I brushed my fingers
over them.
"Do you want to taste me first?" Mira whispered with a soft
voice.
I grabbed her in my arms and carried her over to the bed. As
by magic our clothes disappeared and I started kissing down her
body, over her belly and further. Soon I could feel her curly
pubic hair against my lips and her smell filled my nose. I moved
further down. She tasted spicy, strong -- almost too strong --
unlike any woman I've ever tasted before. I licked, kissed and
soon she started moaning and whining.
"Push your fingers into me," she whined.
She grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards her, into her.
When my fingers filled her I noticed that she was sticky rather
than juicy and slippery. I begun moving my hand to and fro and
she started to twist and hump her hips against my fingers. I kept
licking, pushing her closer and closer until she whimpered extra
hard, rolled over on her side and pulled her knees up hard against
her chest, turning herself into a ball.
She rested a couple of seconds before she excused herself,
got up and went to the toilet. When she got back from the toilet
she went into the kitchen instead of back to the bed. She smoked.
I went after her and hugged her from behind kissing her neck.
"Get back into bed," she ordered me.
When she got back she laid on her belly beside me and I
started to caress her back and down between her buttocks, deeper
and deeper, she parted her legs, and moaned slowly.
"Do you want to do me like this?" she asked while turning and
facing me.
I shook my head and she ordered me to lie on my back while
she got a condom from her bedside drawer.
"Don't look," she mumbled while opening the condom and trying
to put it on me. She put it on backwards so I helped her. She
rolled it down and took me deep into her mouth. Then I felt her
throat squeezing the tip of my cock. I looked down and saw a
string of saliva leaving her mouth and pooling in my groin.
Suddenly she let go of me and rolled over on her back. I was
between her parted legs in no time, searching for her. She
reached down, guiding me and I could feel how her warm depths
welcomed me. I was trying to prolong it, give her an orgasm as
well but finally it grew to strong and soundlessly I was filling
the condom with my seed.
"Did you just come?" she asked, a slight tone of annoyance in
her voice. I nodded self-consciously. "You should make sounds, I
had a surprise for you..."
Suddenly I could feel how she contracted around the top part
of my cock, again and again. I smiled at her, excused myself and
left for the bathroom.
*** PART 3. ***
When I got back from the bathroom, Mira was connected to the
Internet, in the chat room talking to some guy. She told me to
sit behind her on the chair. I did. My flaccid cock against her
back. Maybe she wanted it to be hot, hard, between her buttocks,
leaving a trace of wet precum on the small of her back? Even
though I was so close to her, she wasn't excited. I had had her,
but still I didn't have her. The wall was still there. The guy
in the chat room talked as if they had -- or had been having -- a
relation. I said nothing.
"This place needs to be cleaned," Mira mumbled. "You do
nothing but lie on the bed and read all day long, why don't you
clean?"
"I..."
"Never mind."
We started talking about her computer and soon we were having
an argument. She accused me of despising her computer, Poland,
even her. I started apologizing and she got even angrier. I
locked up, couldn't say anything the way I needed to and she
worked herself more and more angry.
Finally she yelled at me that she was going to kill me. The
tone of her voice started scaring me. What if she would get a
knife from the kitchen? She was still sitting on the chair in
front of me, and that calmed me, but not much.
As suddenly as the argument had started it stopped. She
turned on the chair and started kissing me. Our kiss went wild
and passionate and I carried her to the bed, dived between her
legs and started licking her spicy pussy once more. She was
enjoying my care to the fullest but soon she started pulling my
arms, she wanted more.
I crawled up to her, slid into her with her help. I was
holding her head in my hands, planting kisses allover her face.
She pulled her legs up, placed them in front of my arms, almost on
my shoulders. I held back, caressed her opening with my cock
head, then I pushed even deeper into her. She groaned, whimpered
almost screamed, between soft whispers.
"I need... Aaahhhh! I need..."
I didn't wear a condom. We were getting into deep waters.
Still, I couldn't pull back, I had to control her, and so I
started teasing her, fucking her shallowly while asking her if she
wanted more. Finally she told me yes, even begged me for more,
and I _was_ controlling her.
I held back for so long but when she started getting wild,
humping her hips up at me, I gave in and started moving. We made
love, or actually what we did was wild, carnal fucking. Each time
I buried in her she would contract around me and soon I was
groaning. I knew I needed to put on a condom, I needed to pull
out, to stop, but the force in our union was unstoppable. She was
sobbing with pleasure and suddenly I lost my control and started
coming, filling her pussy with hot semen.
She didn't come.
* * *
After a couple of hours Zofia headed for bed. Before she went she
had a short conversation with Katryna, who had decided to stay and
dance. I think Katryna had more ideas than I did, and I am pretty
sure Zofia wanted to make sure she would be careful. Katryna and
I spent another hour dancing and drinking before we too were ready
to head back to our cabins.
"Following me?" Katryna tried with her bad accent, took my
hand and allowed me to escort her to our corridor. I let go of
her hand by my door and bid her good night as I turned to open the
door. Once I did I felt someone pushing me and as I turned
Katryna reached up and planted a big kiss on my mouth. I lost my
balance and we both fell into the cabin and ended up graciously --
the way drunken people tend to be gracious when falling -- on the
bed, she on top of me.
"Surprise?" Katryna grinned in the faint light that shone
through the open door.
"Nice one too," I grinned back.
She kicked the door shut and we continued to kiss in the
darkness. I managed to turn on the bedside lamp after a while and
a little later still her dark eyes shimmered down at me when my
hands closed around her firm buttocks.
She begun grinding her crotch against mine, I assisted her by
directing her hips at the same time as I ground up at her. Soon
we were both panting. Katryna sighed and leaned down to kiss my
neck.
"Remove my... my cloth?" she whispered into my ear while she
started pulling my belt loose. I started unbuttoning her shirt
and soon after I could unclasp and remove her bra as well.
I had to stop and admire her firm, jutting breasts, but not
for long. Almost by them selves my hands reached out and cupped a
breast each, fingertips tracing over puffy nipples that would fit
even more perfectly between my lips. She dug deep into my
unbuttoned jeans and started caressing me, causing me to moan.
I closed my mouth around one of her nipples and pushed my
hands down the back of her jeans. At first my fingers wouldn't go
far down, but after I unbuttoned her fly I had better luck and
soon my fingers where working their way into her panties, down
between her firm buttocks until I could feel heat and lubricated
wetness.
"Jezus!" Katryna moaned.
I kept caressing until the wordless sounds that came out of
Katryna's gorgeous mouth made me loose my control. I pulled my
hand out of her pants and with a few firm pulls I removed her
jeans. She was naked part from her underwear. While I got off
the bed to remove my clothes she squirmed out of her panties as
well, not even once looking away from my cock as it sprung free.
She licked her lips and grinned up at me. I reached for the
condoms in my bag while grinning back.
* * *
Afterwards I was resting against Mira, catching my breath.
"If you want to have children," she mumbled. "You can have
them now, I'm fertile."
"Oh shit." It leaped out of me like a slimy frog, but it
didn't completely felt honest. "I don't really mean that."
"You should."
Should I? I remember asking myself. Maybe? And still.
Without looking at her I told her what I had wanted to tell her
the whole week.
"I love you."
She was silent. I asked and she replied: "I can't laugh
with you... I can't love you."
I could feel my heart going cold when her words hit me.
Still I held her in my arms as she sat in the bed and reached for
her cigarettes. As a result of our conversation outside the
McDonald's the day before, I had decided to stop smoking.
"This is one of the bad things about quitting," Mira mumbled
as she slowly drew the smoke into her lungs. "You can't have an
after-sex cigarette."
I didn't reply.
"Love is giving, right?" Mira continued.
"I guess."
"Then you should be able to give me love without getting
anything in return, shouldn't you?"
I knew she was totally wrong but I said nothing.
"You know," she continued. "I'm not that worried about
getting pregnant. Well, not as much anyway, as I am about AIDS."
I assured her I didn't have any AIDS, she looked at me and
with a slow cold voice she said: "I don't really know if you
have, and _you_ don't know if I have..."
I swallowed at that, but I kept telling myself I knew Mira.
"I can't get an abortion here in Poland," Mira continued.
"I'll have to go to Greece."
She fell silent for a while, and then she looked up at me.
"Was it long since you had sex with a woman?"
"Some," I tried cautiously.
"You're good at it... a good kisser..."
We continued taking the conversation in this new and less
gloomy direction and after several minutes we started getting
horny again. Mira rolled over on her belly and I kissed her from
her neck down her spine, and over her buttocks. Then I started
all over from her calves and back up.
She rose on knees and hands and parted her legs to give me
better access. I tasted her once more but soon she wanted me to
give her more and she started pulling me up to her.
While I rose on my knees behind her she reached for another
condom and threw it to me. I looked down at the condom on the
mattress beside her knee and thought about how stupidly I've acted
just a couple of minutes ago.
After I put on the condom I started to fuck her from behind,
holding her by her hipbone. She seemed to enjoy what I did and
soon she was begging me to fuck her harder, deeper and more. I
pulled her towards me, jerking her to me, over and over, hard,
fast.
"Can you see it?" she wined. "Going in and out?"
I enjoyed her words but then I thought of Alan in The Silence
of the Lambs. "Like a tail..." I tried to shake the image while
I replied with a voice that sounded false in my ears: "Jesus,
Yes." I didn't felt it.
I couldn't come. She didn't love me. Finally she started
complaining about her knees hurting and we rolled over on our
sides, me still buried in her, half hard now.
She pulled away from me and started sucking my cock. She
stopped too soon and straddled me again, trying to ride me. After
a while she lied down beside me and took my hand.
"Want to fuck me in the ass?" she mumbled and placed my hand
between her buttocks.
"I don't know," I hesitated.
"Do you think it's dirty? Because it's not."
"Well."
I hesitated more because of my flagging cock. With a condom
and a hard-on, I would have tried it, without, what was the use of
trying another hole? She didn't love me. I felt tired beyond
belief and I just needed to sleep. I couldn't manage more of it.
"I need to sleep..."
The same moment I said it I asked her, a thousand times for
forgiveness. She rolled over on her side without a word, pulled
the cover up to her chin and left me without much cover. I was
too tired to notice though and within moments I fell asleep.
Sometime during the night I woke up without a cover and still
with a condom on. I left the bed, got into the toilet where I got
rid of the condom and when I got back from the bathroom I lied in
the bed again, still no cover, and went back to sleep.
The next day nothing much happened. It was Friday and some
kind of public holiday. I took a shower, Mira didn't. We went to
the supermarket and shopped. Mira played Greek music on her
stereo and we had an early dinner, then we played backgammon but
after a while Mira went out on the Internet. I went to bed and
read The Dark Rivers of the Heart. After about an hour of reading
I fell asleep.
I woke up when Mira jumped into the bed. She pressed hard
against me and before I was able to wake up properly her hand slid
into my panties and caressed my cock. I caressed her as well but
she removed my hand, rolled over on her back and got rid of her
clothes. I got rid of mine. Horny and naked I was between her
parted legs, fumbling to find a condom. Finally I managed to
locate one of my own; yes I had brought a full pack... I kissed
her belly, and then I licked her pussy. Her taste and smell was
disgusting this time, not just strong and spicy but really bad.
I got back on top of her, pulled her legs up high and pushed
deep into her. She seemed to like what I did and I could feel my
own pleasure growing. Then it grew to fast. I held back. Then I
came.
I was still hard and wanting to give her an orgasm as well I
kept moving. She could feel somehow that I had come but asked me
anyway. I felt ashamed. I came, she didn't.
She squeezed me while I slowly pulled backwards. I was
thinking about going down on her, but her smell and taste was just
too much.
"Pull it out," she said, irritation in her voice. "I hate
that."
I pulled out of her.
*** PART 4. ***
I wasn't really stupid. Not even back then. Just unwilling to
see everything that was going on around me. Already on the
Wednesday Mira had said that me being there was a big intrusion on
her privacy. I didn't want it to be like that so it took time for
me to really understand what was going on. Finally I started to
get a grip, though.
"I am intruding on you, right?" I asked her when we were
about to sleep on the next night, Saturday night.
"Yes."
When I wanted to say more she told me to sleep and that we
could take care of it in the morning. At breakfast the next day I
was about to ask her again and she told me not to ruin breakfast.
I felt my pain growing. I didn't have that pain because I was
afraid I had made her pregnant. I had it because she didn't love
me.
"Are you thinking about AIDS?" she asked me.
Maybe I was naïve for not thinking about it, but I hadn't.
* * *
With Katryna's taste still on my lips -- she tasted just like
Mira, hot and spicy, it must have been something in the food or
water -- I rose over her, guided myself to her and pushed the tip
of my cock into her. She was warm and slippery, almost sopping,
so unlike Mira. With one stabbing move I buried to the root.
"Jezus! Taaak!" Katryna groaned and started humping up at me
but I wanted to play with her. I didn't love her, I didn't even
care much if she came or not, but I loved the way she was helpless
when I turned her sexuality against her.
"Tell me what you want?" I said, pulled back and gave her no
more than the head in short, small strokes.
"Taaak! Taaak!" Katryna whimpered and tried to pull me to
her.
"Tell me!"
"Bardziej... Uh! Uuuhhh! M... More! Give more!"
"More what?"
"More... Mmmmhhh... dick!"
I plunged into her to the root and she almost squealed with
surprised pleasure. I surely had her where I wanted her.
"Tell me," I panted while caressing one of her full, firm
breasts. "Say, Please fuck my pussy."
"Please fuck...."
"Please fuck my pussy."
"Ohhh Jezus!" Katryna cried. "Please! Please!"
I kept gliding just at her entrance. In and out, teasing
painfully, not at all enough to give her what she wanted.
"Oooh Jezus," Katryna panted and looked up at me with
querying eyes. "Please fuck...?"
"Please fuck my pussy," I instructed.
"Please fuck... uuuhh... my pussy!"
"Yeah," I grunted and plunged deep into her. At least
something good that came out from my few days with Mira, I thought
bitterly while I started fucking Katryna for real.
* * *
Mira got more and more annoyed during the following days, I could
feel it, but I was afraid to confront her, afraid to squeeze it
out. It was like a boil, a pimple, I could see it needed to be
squeezed and emptied of its contents but I just didn't had the
courage to do it.
To be honest, I was afraid to confront myself, and as long as
I didn't even bother to find out what was really going on, there
was nothing much I could do part from watching her working her
temper up.
Already since our stupid fight about her computer, or what
ever it had been under the surface, I had realized that I wouldn't
be going with her to Greece. I wouldn't spend my life with her.
She had threatened to kill me, and even if it may have seemed like
a feeble threat, somewhere deep inside I felt that it wasn't just
words. I didn't know where I had her.
I hadn't asked myself the basic question about why I was
still at her place, yet. Had she given me a couple of more days,
I may have.
She came home on Monday night, went shopping and disappeared
into the kitchen. She played rock music -- I guess that
constituted as aggressive in her world -- on high volume. Having
nothing else to do, and not daring to confront her in the kitchen,
I stayed on the bed and kept reading; loosing myself in the book I
managed to keep my eyes shut for another couple of minutes.
Mira turned down the volume and called for me from the
kitchen. As I got there she told me to sit down. Face-to-face at
her small kitchen table she talked to me.
"I hated going back after work. I really wished, somehow,
you would be gone. I want you to leave my apartment. I need to
take a warm, long bath, to be able to relax, walk around naked..."
* * *
I fucked Katryna, alternating deep fast strokes, with slow shallow
ones. She almost sounded more when I was holding back and just
giving her the head. She started squirming and gasping for air
and I looked down at her.
She was beautiful, dark hair and thin eyebrows, an even, well
sculptured face. Her body was gorgeous, thin and lithe but with
full breasts and a well-rounded, shapely ass. I fucked her for
all I was worth, but I didn't love her.
Katryna was staring up at me; her mouth open, her eyes wide.
"I..." she gasped. "I... Jezus!"
I could see when she started coming, and I could feel the
spasms in her legs. She stopped breathing totally and her whole
body went stiff. I slowed down to tease her to the very last.
She exhaled with a sharp whimper, and then returned to her
previous rigid state while I kept moving and moving and I never
felt the danger of coming. I didn't love her.
She exhaled again, this time with a sharp cry. She drew a
deep breath and while I kept moving she screamed out her pleasure.
No one in our corridor, or on this deck, maybe even a few decks
upwards and downwards, could have stayed unaware of Katryna's
orgasm. A grin grew on my face while she kept screaming and
tossing for almost half a minute. I felt grim satisfaction; I
made her come.
* * *
When Mira spoke to me that Monday night I could feel pain growing
as a hard rock in my belly working its way upwards, making my
throat ache. I wanted to cry, to hide. I wanted to leave right
there and then but it was too late to find a hotel. I told her.
"We'll make a deal," she said. "You pay me fifty dollars and
I'll let you stay this night... that's the price of a decent hotel
room anyway."
I nodded my agreement.
When it was time to sleep she handed me a blanket. I slept
on the sofa, she in her bed. I don't remember dreaming that
night, and I didn't had a hard time falling asleep, even though
sleeping on the sofa is supposed to be hard work, right?
What I didn't knew then was that this night was the lowest
point, the bottom. From then on, things would only get better and
my subconscious knew, and I slept soundly for the first time in a
lot of months.
The next day Mira called the ferry company from her work, for
a schedule of the next available ferry back to Sweden. She called
back to me with the bad news: I would have to spend another night
in her apartment since there wouldn't be another ferry until
Wednesday.
It took me a moment to make up my mind, and about ten minutes
to write the letter and pack my bags. I was not going to stay
another night as an unwelcome guest. I decided to leave there and
then. I left her most of my cash, actually all of it -- I wasn't
even sure what an abortion would cost, but if we had been out of
luck, I felt I needed to contribute.
With 5 zloty (that's about 30 cents...) and my tourist
dictionary I set out to find the train station. I didn't know
where it was and I didn't know a word of Polish, so I had very
limited options for asking.
After a cryptic and short conversation with two older ladies
in a small shop just outside Mira's porch I grabbed my bags and
started to walk.
Was this a brave thing to do? I don't know. In retrospect
it was refreshing to see myself actually doing something after
months of just tagging along, but I wasn't really driven by
courage. I just knew there were more important things than fear.
When I finally saw the familiar shape of the Warsaw train
station a rush of relief told me the hardest part of the trip was
over. I found an ATM, got another 300 zloty and managed to get a
ticket -- I could only hope it was for Gdansk; the lady in the
ticket office and I had no common language, other than gesturing.
My next challenge was to try and figure out what platform the
train would leave from. I stared at the big board of departures -
- or was it arrivals?
After a couple of minutes I decided for a platform. At the
platform I found an older man in business suit, seemingly not
Polish, and I asked him if he knew where to find the train for
Gdansk. Even if his English wasn't good, it was superb compared
to no English at all. He told me I was on the wrong platform.
The numbers on the board was for the platforms, not the tracks.
With a couple of minutes margin I managed to change platform and
get on the right train.
I hadn't really thought much about how to find some place to
sleep once I got to Gdansk. I even thought they might let me
spend the night in the ferry terminal. I tried the closest and
largest hotel and was told they where full. If I understood the
clerk correctly every hotel in Gdansk was.
I felt my spirits sink as I realised the ferry terminal
seemed to be my only alternative. The clerk may have seen my
discouragement since he wrote down an address on a piece of paper
and slid it to me.
"This place will rent you a room," he told me.
I tried to read in his eyes if something suspicious was going
on. I wasn't sure but he seemed honest. After a short while I
managed to get a cab, and another five minutes later I got off at
a house in the outskirts of Gdansk.
This turned out to be a guesthouse run by a German older lady
that seemed far from suspicious. I knew I wouldn't find a better
place than this and I had to muffle a laugh when she actually
asked me if the room was satisfying. If I told her just how
satisfying some hospitality, especially if it would only cost me
70 zloty, and a decent, actually very nice, room was, she would
probably have laughed as well.
* * *
Katryna was gradually regaining her breath while I slowly slid in
and out of her. She looked up at me, and then down at where our
bodies joined and a big smile lit up her face.
"You're not going?" she asked me.
I guessed what she meant and shook my head.
"You go now?"
"Sure," I mumbled and pumped deep into her while she reached
up to me, kissed me and caressed her tongue into my mouth.
"You make go now!" Katryna mumbled and ground her hips up at
me.
I kept fucking her, increasing the speed even more while a
foggy thought that it was good Katryna and I had spent most of our
time dancing crossed my mind.
"Go," Katryna kept whispering into my ear and soon she
started to become restless below me.
While I kept working my way towards my peak she started to
become more and more loud-voiced. Soon we were both panting
heavily and in between moans and cries I could hear the wet sound
of my cock moving in her flooding pussy. It was obvious Katryna
liked what I did to her, and I loved the way she showed it, not
just her sopping pussy but her shivering lips and clenched teeth
as well as her hips pumping back up at me as I kept moving.
Finally I pulled back, only moving slightly to and fro at her
entrance. Katryna was sobbing with pleasure, trying to make me
continue while clawing at my hips with shivering fingers. I
moaned as I held back for several seconds, not even aware she what
Katryna was doing. I lay tightly on top of her. Our lips meshed.
I grabbed her and held her heard while I plunged into her as deep
as I could go, over and over giving her quick deep stabs. She
broke the kiss, and announced her orgasm with a number of short,
wailing screams. She pulled me close and at the same time I
ground into her, over and over again. I felt my cock twitching
and spurting jet after hot jet hot of seed.
I stayed buried in her for a long time but finally I rolled
off of her. My limp cock slid out of her. I made a mental note I
had to take care of the condom before I would fall asleep, and
then I closed my eyes. Katryna was lying silently by my side
another couple of minutes before she started getting out of the
bed.
"I best go back now," she tried to explain as I opened my
eyes and looked at her.
"Yes I think so," I nodded.
She got out of the bed and started getting dressed. I
watched her. She really had a gorgeous figure, and she knew how
to dress: black lace panties and a bra that pushed her breasts
together and gave her a considerable cleavage. When she stepped
into her jeans and filled out the tight garment I realized she had
gorgeous legs as well. She saw my gazes and smiled.
"I can...?" she motioned for my bathroom.
I understood what she wanted and nodded.
"Sure."
She disappeared into the bathroom and I rolled on my back,
staring into the ceiling.
"Yes," I sighed to myself. "She is gone."
I didn't see Katryna coming out of my bathroom. I suspect I
fell asleep before she left. The next morning, when I realized
what had happened I searched through my luggage to make sure she
hadn't pulled a classic tick on me but nothing was missing.
Later I saw Katryna on my way off the ferry in Nynäshamn. I
smiled at her. She blushed and lowered her gaze before she
disappeared into the customs building.
About a month later I chatted with Mira. I asked her if she
was okay and she told me she was. When I asked her for
consequences, she told me there was none and we kept chitchatting
for another couple of minutes until she told me she had to go. We
stopped talking but she didn't go offline. I kept monitoring her
for another half hour before I logged off. I forced myself to
finally face it; she was really gone.
~ The End ~
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