Chapter 49: Russian Delights

{5]Mark

It took her a long time to calm down, and this naked cutie in my arms looked at me in a mixture of adoration and sheer terror. It was disconcerting.

"What did you mean. This is what only women do?" I asked as softly as I could.

"It is forbidden in Russia, men loving men or women loving women. Not by the law, but it is considered a mental illness."

"Goodness me, Nadja. You have been with other women before, haven’t you?"

"Well, in our training group we were all skinny and faced the same prejudice, so we..."

"I get it," I said. "But why do you say this is just what women do? It is quite normal for a man to please his woman with his tongue and his mouth."

"Not in Russia, it isn’t," she said. "If anything, a woman is expected to please him with her mouth. You’ll find hardly any TV program these days that hasn’t naked girls in it. And if it is shown late at night...”

“Did I hurt you by doing what I did?” I asked cautiously.

“Silly boy,” she said, and sniffled. “It was the best thing I’ve ever had. When we girls did it among ourselves, it was really just to get one in return. If the others would have known that Lyuba and I really liked it, we would have been in real trouble.”

“Shit, you really need to get out of that country,” I swore.

“You are not offended I did it with other women?” she asked.

I gathered her up in my arms and hoisted her up to sit in my lap. Since she had done done that twice herself I reckoned it was a posture she was comfortable with.

“Of course not, lovely. Whatever they told you back in Russia, it’s perfectly normal.”

She hugged me.

“You were at the Olympics,” I said. “Do you know Femke Ten Haage?”

“The big Dutch cyclist? I don’t really know her, but I’ve heard of her.”

“She spent the last two nights in Lydia’s bed. There is nothing you need to feel ashamed for.”

Nadja was now looking at me wide-eyed, doing a pretty good ‘fish out of water’ impression.

“And you know that?” she asked. “Are you not jealous?”

“She told you she was okay with whatever happens between us, did she not? Why should it be different the other way round? Lydia loves me, but she also likes to be with another woman from time to time. It’s nothing to be ashamed for.”

“This is all so overwhelming,” she said.

“Should we take a nap?” I asked, and she readily snuggled up to me as we laid down in my bed.

Regina

I wanted to scream and cry in joy when Meri handed me a ticket to LA. Instead I ripped her clothes off and did a number on her she wouldn’t forget in a damn hurry.

“I knew you’d like it,” she said with an amused snort after she had come down from her massive orgasm. “But, would you get me something else to wear? Jenny will be home in fifteen minutes.”

I gasped and hurried up to our bedroom.

“I knew you miss him. I didn’t know just how badly,” Meri said with a chuckle as I brought her new, non-ripped clothes.

All I could do was laugh along.

Mark

The nap turned out to be quite a long one. When I woke up, I saw it was 5 o’clock in the morning. I was lying spooned behind Nadja. Deciding there were definitely worse situations to be in, I closed my eyes again and enjoyed the sensation of her smooth skin snuggled up to mine.

At seven the alarm started beeping. I silenced it. She had to do a competition, and I gently shook her awake.

Femke

Time zones usually did my head in, but being able to watch a Track and Field meeting in LA live in the late afternoon came in very handy. Lydia had tortured all of us during the day again as she rode up a climb with ease while it killed nearly the entire team. But for now I concentrated on the screen.

The 10K were about to start, and the first thing I noticed immediately was that the Russian girl was all smiles. And, goodness me, it was a beautiful one. I had seen her often enough, after all she ran in most races that Lydia was in too, but she had mostly been the stereotypical grumpy Russian. Now she was beaming in way that reminded me of Regina. It seemed like Mark had worked his magic again. I could speak from a position of authority. I too had been accused of being eternally grumpy before he came into my life.

“Shit, he’s really done it,” Lydia swore as we watched the opening laps.

“What?” I asked.

“Watch her hips, she moves them much more than usual. She’s just finding out how much easier it is to run without hair on your pussy.”

I chuckled. “We all found that out at some point, didn’t we? Whether on a bike or on foot. Having second thoughts about giving him a blank check?”

“Not really,” she said with a sigh. “I know I can trust Mark. I just didn’t think he would make one of my main rivals faster in the process.”

“Well, after the torture you laid down for us today, don’t expect any sympathy from me, girl.”

I hugged her from behind as we watched the Russian lady destroy the entire competition quite comprehensively.

Mark

I hadn’t even closed the door yet when Nadja already yanked down her pants and practically jumped out of her clothes. Naked as a jaybird she jumped into my arms, peppered me with kisses and babbled something in Russian while the door finally snapped shut.

“Hold on, lovely, my internet research wasn’t that thorough,” I said.

“I improved my personal best by nearly a minute,” she beamed.

“Lydia will hate me for that,” I said with a chuckle.

“She’ll live. She will still beat me in the marathon,” Nadja said and gave me that blindingly beautiful smile.

She finally climbed off me. “I have no competition for another two weeks. Do we have beer?”

“Coming up, milady,” I said and walked to the fridge.

We sat on the couch and just looked at each other grinning.

“Thank you, Mark,” she said.

“What, for removing a bit of hair? If I had known it makes someone so much faster, I would have shaved Lydia’s head.”

Nadja doubled over laughing.

“Silly boy,” she said. “It only helps down there. It never itched today.”

“That can hardly be a discovery you needed me for,” I wondered.

She sighed again. “It’s a Russian thing. Women who shave down there are considered Shlyukha, Woman who works in brothel”

“Yeah, you definitely need to get out of that country,” I said dryly. “Since I’m with Lydia, I know a few athletes. They all shave.”

“I know that now,” she said, looking down at her lap. “I could only do it because you didn’t make me feel like Shlyukha.”

“Lovely, you have some major self-esteem issues,” I said. “You need to understand that you’re a very beautiful woman, and what you do with your body is only your decision to make. If it makes you faster to shave that hair off, then shave it off. If you want to be with another woman, then do so. Don’t listen to what other people say. Listen to yourself.”

“But if I only listen to myself, I’m selfish,” she said.

“I forgot,” I groaned. “You grew up in the Soviet Union. Always for the collective, isn’t it?”

She looked at me, almost frightened.

“Nadja, don’t think about anyone else. Pretend the other people don’t exist. What would Nadezhda Fedorova want to do or say right now?”

“I cannot say that.”

“Why?”

“It would embarrass me,” she said.

“There is nobody else but me here,” I said. “You can’t embarrass yourself.”

She shivered. “I ... I want ... I want to take it out of your pants and do it with my mouth, but I don’t know how,” she blurted out after an initial stutter. Then she turned her head away from me. I could see she was blushing an alarming shade of crimson.

“Ooookay,” I gasped. “That’s perhaps not quite the answer I expected, but what’s wrong with that? Why would you be embarrassed. Did you think I would be offended?”

“I don’t know how to do it,” she said.

“You don’t have to in the first place. Whoever told you you have to do that to keep a man happy was lying.”

“But I want to!” she said and looked at me, tears in her eyes. “You’ve been so kind to me. And I want...”

I gathered her in my arms and hugged her tightly.

“Nadja, you don’t have to do anything for me. I don’t do this for some reward. I do this because you’re a nice person and because you deserve better than what you’ve been through in the past.”

“Can you still show me?” she asked. “I really want to do it.”

I took a deep breath.

“Alright, lovely, if that’s what you want, then take it out.”

She started to fiddle with my zip fly and after a while she had managed to pull my trousers and boxer shorts down to my ankles. And then she gasped.

“It’s not as scary as it looks,” I said to preempt the ‘Oh my god it’s big’ response.

She wrapped her right hand around it, staring at it with a mix of fascination and apprehension.

“Nadja, you had popsicles in Russia, didn’t you?” I asked her and she grinned. She started to lick along the length of my shaft, making it rock hard in a damn hurry.

“Damn, that’s good,” I groaned. “But that’s not how you ate popsicles in the Soviet Union, is it?”

“Ah,” she said with a giggle and wrapped her lips around it, bobbing her head up and down.

“Goodness me,” I squealed. “And you said you didn’t know how to do it?”

“You like?” she asked with a giggle.

“God, please don’t stop.”

She didn’t. Having been separated from Lydia for over ten days and in the company of a naked, drop-dead gorgeous Russian for the last three days I didn’t hold out for long. I didn’t even manage to warn her when I was close, so I carelessly emptied myself into her mouth. She gulped it all down.

“Goodness me, Nadja, if you wanted to do something nice for me. You bloody well did,” I said breathing heavily.

“Did you like it?” she asked, washing down the payload with a swig from her beer bottle.

“Didn’t I just say that?” I asked with a chuckle. “It was amazing, my lovely.”

Femke

“Second thoughts, eh?” I asked her.

“He has never waxed this lyrical about a mere blowjob,” she said, visibly confused. “I mean we all have blown him hundreds of times.”

“Well, the fact that he told you about it, should tell you that he doesn’t do anything behind your back. But when you carelessly supposed Mark would heal this broken girl, you forgot he might get attached to the puzzle he’s putting back together. If you ask me, there is my replacement in your group. That girl isn’t going to go away in a hurry.”

“You’ve changed,” Lydia said. “That’s quite a change from the girl that sidled up to us shyly in the bus.”

“And you know the reason,” I told her. “It goes by the name of Mark. Your motives were noble, and the result justifies the means, but the way you went about it was horrid. One day you came up to me and said ‘my boyfriend will be at the next race. He’ll fuck you if you want’. It was awkward. It was Mark’s charm what melted the ice, certainly not your machinations.”

“Shit!”

“Lydia, I’ve only learned about it recently, so I may have a less clouded view on it. You’re lovers, but I think somewhere in the back of your head you still think of Mark as your son, you know, the handy lad you can quickly send down to the shops to fetch some milk. ‘Mark, could you help this girl’, ‘Mark could you help that girl’. I think we can both agree that he’s good at it, but it comes with an attachment. Do you think I never think of him anymore?”

“And now?” she asked me, looking somewhat helpless.

“Now you wait,” I said. “But if you want some good advice, don’t carelessly throw damsels in distress his way in the future, or he’ll end up with a harem that’s too big, even for him.”

Nadja

I would have loved to stay in bed with him, but then there was this glorious weather. Sun, nearly thirty degrees in March and this new-found feeling of just going about my business without anyone censuring me because I didn’t wear anything or too much for hat matter. I certainly wouldn’t forget that week. Unfortunately there were only three days left.

Another thing I had discovered was that I really liked the training on Lydia’s bicycle. It was so much less stress on my ankles. And Mark really liked to watch me training. Probably because I didn’t wear anything. It was such a potent feeling to know someone got happiness just from watching me.

Lydia took up cycling beside her running and she is good at it. Maybe I should look into it too.

My thoughts where interrupted when I felt two hands sneak under the apron, cupping my naked breasts.

“Do you Russians eat pancakes every day?” he asked.

“Mostly,” I said and giggled. He spun me around and put his hands on my bare buttocks.

We kissed – another sensation that I was only getting used to.

“Do you know where we can get clean minced meat?” I asked him, once we were eating our breakfast, well, my second breakfast. I only ate fruit in the morning, but before training I needed something in my belly.

“You mean something other than the hormone-ridden crap they sell around here?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, I can get some frozen stuff from the Bachlmayers. We always buy there or Lydia would bust a doping test.”