Chapter 61: Awkward Circumstances

Mark

“I guess this is a bit awkward, for all of us,” I said to break the silence and for want of a better idea to say anything. By now Nadja and the other woman had put their abandoned pieces of clothing back on. Both of them were blushing heavily.

Although the other lady’s body certainly hadn’t given any indication, I realized that she was a good deal older than I had first guessed. That quite attractive rack of hers would have made a woman in her early twenties proud, but her face gave away that she had already celebrated her thirtieth birthday, at least. In a way she was a bit like Lydia, looking much younger than she was. Like Lydia she had quite an attractive face, but some minuscule wrinkles around the eyes betrayed the impression of her youthful body. Not that it took away from her beauty in any way.

“It was a silly little dare,” the other woman admitted, blushing.

“Likewise,” Nadja told her.

I looked at the young chap she was with and I realized he was young enough to be her son. He seemed strangely familiar.

“I’m Mark by the way, and this is Nadja.”

“I’m Ilka, and this is my better half, Mario.”

“Excellent taste in women, chap,” I told him and he just grinned proudly.

“Aren’t you two of the people in that special magazine issue last year?” the woman asked us.

“That’s us,” I confirmed. “I guess really everybody has seen it by now. And now I remember where I have seen you, young fella. Weren’t you slaving away at the construction site across the street with that tall, lanky guy?”

“Jogi, yes,” he confirmed. “We bought the plot, but we want to save a bit on money by doing some of the work ourselves. That means you must be the folks with the huge Granada in the driveway.”

“We’re guest there, yes,” I said. “If you need anything while working there, just come over and ask.”

“Don’t encourage him, please,” Ilka told me. “He and Jogi nearly worked themselves ragged there in December. I had to make up an excuse for his school because he couldn’t get out of bed.”

“You’re quite a peculiar couple. Not that I’m one to talk...,” I said with a chuckle.

She chuckled too, but she became serious again quickly. “Mario was the best friend of my deceased son, and his mother – well the less said the better – things happened...”

“None of my business, really,” I told her. “As long as you’re happy. It’s not like I live a conventional life myself.”

“Indeed,” she agreed with a smile. “By the way, have you any idea why they barricaded all the access ways? We used to come here every winter.”

“That’s actually our doing,” I admitted. “We paid the city council for their permission to use this as a training ground.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” she said when she realized they had technically trespassed.

“Don’t fret it,” I said. “I bet you don’t get much chance to ‘dare’ each other elsewhere. Just drop us an SMS when you want to come here. It’s not a big problem in the winter, but summer is a whole different matter. If Nadja or Femke are coming at you on a time-trial bike, you won’t have the time to jump aside before they hit you.”

We exchanged telephone numbers and even skated and skied along for while before parting ways.

Nadja

“Mark, that boy can’t have been older than sixteen...”

He shrugged as we skied in the general direction of ‘back home’. “Well, I’d say he is of legal age, so it’s none of our business really, unless you’re interested of course.”

“Mark, gryasniy ty takoi!” I said and chuckled.

He didn’t say anything.

“Okay ... he’s really cute. Happy now?” I relented eventually.

“So is she,” Mark answered. “But don’t get any false hopes. It wasn’t hard to see that they have it bad for each other. In a way they remind me of Lydia and myself a couple of years ago.”

“Except that they are not actually mother and son,” I teased him.

“There’s that,” he conceded.

Lydia

Who would have thought that training to be a stewardess would be this exhausting? Of course Femke with all her muscles had absolutely no problem to drag some airport employee, pretending to be unconscious, to the emergency exit or administrating CPR on a plastic dummy for ten minutes, but I was quite knackered after the experience.

Thankfully her strong arms were also quite useful for holding me all night as I slept dreamless in Bea’s guest room.

Young Ian certainly had had a ball. Since Femke had wrestled the permission to be fully naked out of him, as a birthday present for Mark, she was in fact naked most of the time, unless we needed airport employees to pose as injured passengers. I would have loved to do the same, but me stripping down to nothing would have given away what we had planned for Ian’s birthday in early May.

And goodness me – Ian’s girlfriend Ira! That woman was a sight to behold. For a number of years I had thought I was a really beautiful woman – well I still thought that and Mark agreed very frequently – but that girl was something else. Apparently she was just as unattached to needless clothing as I was and since she was a qualified flight attendant, she had overseen some of our training, taking the occasion as a convenient excuse to go naked herself. Ian certainly had appreciated it.

Femke

Lydia and I weren’t exactly of the ugly variety, but compared to Ira we looked a bit ordinary. I had seen it in Lydia’s eyes that she was actually getting turned on by Ian’s girlfriend, and truth be told, my pussy had drooled onto the aircraft floor more than once too, and unlike Lydia I couldn’t hide it, because I was naked most of the time. If I wanted to be a naked stewardess, if only for a single day, I had to train in the same outfit I’d be not wearing on Mark’s birthday.

It didn’t really come as a surprise that we ended up in a wild threesome one day. Ian had flown to Italy somewhere and we had bundled into Bea’s guestroom as soon as Ira’s shift was over. This wasn’t meant to be going behind Ian’s back, we all knew he had given Ira the permission to seek female companionship, but so far we had waited, because I didn’t want to beat Lydia to to the chance of bedding Ira, and with Ian around we would have run the risk of spoiling the surprise for him if he somehow caught a glance at Lydia without clothes. She wanted to see his eyes bug out when his long-time crush would present herself as a naked stewardess on his birthday.

We had been at it for quite some time and each of us had gone through at least two orgasms by now when Lydia suddenly indicated us to be silent. Ira and I did so and looked at her expectantly. We suddenly heard a woman shriek in what could only be the aftermath of a massive orgasm and suddenly Lydia began to cry – and by god, she was crying hard.

Ira and I looked at each other, alarmed, and frankly a bit scared, by Lydia’s sudden mood change.

“It’s the first time...” she said amid sobs. “That’s the first time since Rita died! Finally!”

“Holy shit!” I swore when I realized what she was trying to say.

“Chto sa chert?” Ira asked. I had no idea what it meant, but if the tone was anything to go by ‘what the fuck?” would probably do for a translation.

“Lydia’s sister,” I explained in hushed voice. “Her girlfriend died six years ago. She’s never been with any new partner since then as far as we know.”

“Bea?” Ira asked back, equally hushed.

I nodded.

She immediately crawled over to hug Lydia tightly. It took a long time for her to calm down.

Lydia

Okay, I had properly lost my shit when I had heard Bea cry out in the throes of a massive orgasm. For six long years my sister had lived a nun’s live, unable to open herself up to the prospect of another partner. Well, by the sound of it, that had finally, finally changed. Her physical injuries had healed years ago, but the grief over losing Rita had always been with her.

It had taken me a while to sort myself out, but in the end Ira, Femke and I silently climbed up the stairs to my sister’s bedroom, all three of us still naked. Ever since Bea’s very audible climax we had not heard anything from upstairs.

I gasped silently when I looked inside. Sofia and Bea were lying in bed, both naked and sleeping soundly in each other’s arms. They both looked very happy to say the least.

I waved my thumb over my shoulder to tell the other two that we should beat a silent and discreet retreat.

“So I didn’t imagine it,” Ira said when we arrived back in the guest room.

“What?” I asked.

“When I arrived here last year, I made a bit of a scene at the railway station,” she admitted. “Ian was so flustered, he ended up driving us round and round and round in a roundabout for ten minutes.”

Femke and I were chuckling.

“He was completely embarrassed about it, but instead of risking a crash he asked Sofia to come out and drive the car instead. Your sister drove her to the parking lot and I could have sworn they kissed each other. Now I know I didn’t imagine it.”

“I’m just happy,” I said. “I thought she would never heal. Sorry about the crying.”

“Don’t be silly,” Femke said. “I think we would have lost it just as badly if it had been our sister. Now where were we?”

“I think I was quite busy eating your pussy,” Ira said and pushed Femke back down onto the bed.

Mark

Now, if Lydia’s phone call was anything to go by, there had been quite a lot of fireworks in Emden. Apparently Bea had a new girlfriend, or at least an occasional new intimate partner, which was big news after she had been celibate for six years. That Lydia, Femke and Ian’s gorgeous girlfriend had been up to some shenanigans had been perhaps a little less surprising.

I was still not quite sure what Lydia had gone to Emden for two weeks for, but considering the major change in Bea’s life, it was perhaps a rather fortuitous coincidence that her older sister was with her at the time.

Unfortunately, that also meant Nadja wouldn’t have a coach with her for the thirty kilometer race in Schladming, Austria, but thankfully Uwe came to the rescue to stand in for Lydia.

Interestingly, Femke had decided not to take part in the ten kilometer race. Whether she had thought that double the distance of her first race would be a bit too much, or if more was going on in Emden than I knew about was anyone’s guess.

More insecure people would probably have become a bit antsy at that point, thinking something was going on behind their back, but our unorthodox life style relied on total trust between all of us. Lydia, Nadja, Regina and I had a clear agreement that if anyone of us fancied sex with someone else, we would tell each other about it – beforehand, not after the fact.

As a consequence I had known that the three-way fun of Lydia, Femke and Ira was going to happen and I also knew that Lydia planned to unwrap herself as a birthday gift for Ian in a few weeks. How exactly she was going to do that eluded my knowledge. We never asked specifics about the others’ night time activities. It would never occur to anyone of us to ask what happened in Meri’s and Regina’s bedroom at night, unless they told us about it themselves.

Regina

With so many athletes around us, some sort of sports channel was practically always running on TV. If Lydia didn’t run a marathon somewhere, then Nadja or Femke were in a ski race or cycling race somewhere, or we could watch Meri tear it up in a sprint finish. And if none of these things happened, Jenny would always find a car race to watch.

Today though we got to watch Nadja. Even the uninitiated, like myself, could tell Nadja was making progress. It was still only good enough for a fifteenth place finish, but that wasn’t too bad for only her third race ever, and one shouldn’t forget that she had given birth less than a year ago.

I certainly didn’t forget, because the perpetually hungry result of said birth had just emptied one of my boobs again. Jenny was already waiting with outstretched arms, waiting for Feli to be handed over so that she could burp her little sister. Since Mark wasn’t home, she did so without a shirt on, again.

Thankfully she was better behaved when he was actually home. Meri and I had laid down the law that she was required to wear a shirt, except for the pool of course. If she was hoping to get a compliment from daddy because the tiny pimples on her chest had grown another millimeter, she had to make do with her second most favorite pastime of punting the large beach ball around between herself, Nadja and Mark in the pool.

Mark still had that irrational fear that Jenny would become too interested in him as a man, especially now that she proudly tried to show her changing body to everyone, but realistically there was not a cat’s chance in hell of that ever happening. In fact we had a pretty good idea when Jenny would give up her virginity. It would happen in two and a half year’s time, in August 2001, on the first day after Matt would arrive to live with us. The only real question was if the two of them would actually wait until we had come here, or if they would jump each other’s bones right in the back of the car in the airport parking lot.