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Click hereShe wiped the tears from my cheeks as she settled down beside me, I was weeping for joy and relief at the same time. It had been so long since I had been like this with another human being that tears were the only release and she held me and caressed me until the tears stopped.
"Feeling better?" Birgit wiped my cheeks with her thumb.
"Much better," I stared at the bedside table, "although I can't see shit without my glasses."
"Ah," she rolled over and fetched them for me, "a problem easily solved."
I put my glasses on and sat up to look at her.
"Just as I thought, you are more beautiful than I imagined."
"I love it when you talk dirty," she smiled and stroked herself, "so what are you going to do to me? I've been a very bad teacher."
"Then you should be punished," I nudged my glasses further up my nose.
Birgit reached for me as I pulled off her panties and I put my head between her legs and with a sigh began to lick her moistness. It had been so long since I'd done this that for a few seconds I thought I might have forgotten but it's like riding a bike, once you get on again it all comes back. I tested her resolve with a probing finger and felt her quivering and then I began to work in earnest, going in deep and then withdrawing as I licked my way up to her clitoris and back down again. My finger work on her perineum had her pushing up towards me, she was breathing heavily and I slid another finger inside until I found the magic spot that had her crying out for more. She was moving back and forth rhythmically as I teased her clitoris and then suddenly she let go with a series of short sharp spasms as she orgasmed and when she came down her eyes were wet with tears.
"My God," she panted, "you started my engine."
"Good," I purred, "a little kick start always helps."
She giggled as I laid down beside her.
We lay in each other's arms for quite some time before getting partially dressed and migrating through to the kitchen for cheese cake, a Coke and then we laid down on the couch and talked until around midnight. When we finally went back to bed Birgit fell asleep almost straight away but I lay awake for a good hour or so, listening to her gentle breathing and thinking about the future. Sooner or later the truth would come out but right now I was just content to lie in her arms.
And now I have to finish up now and go do the grandmother thing. Paul and his girlfriend are coming over and it's my turn to cook.
To be continued...
I am at a loss for words to truly describe how much I am enjoying this story. I love the interwoven perspectives and the energy you give the tale.
Such a great series, love that the story is being told from two perspectives
I love the interesting writing style, where the author breaks the fourth wall to let the audience know what she's doing from time to time, it adds to the appeal of the story. Thank you for sharing this with us!
I am very impressed. I honestly have no idea how you keep all these characters straight in your head, but thank goodness you do. It makes for a very rich and captivating story.
As always, Shaima, your stories get better as you go along. Often it's the small things which lend verisimilitude. As an old lapsed Irish Catholic I can confirm that your sketch of the dreadful Eileen is accurate---she was of a type that should not have been allowed out without a keeper (and a scolds' bridle). And your comment about Danish sounding as if you're choking made me smile. An old friend of mine married a Norwegian girl and he lives in Norway. He once told me that learning Norwegian was like imitating a choking toad. So, hope to see more of these lovely characters soon.