Chapter 12: Anyhow and Anywhere

The alarm woke us up and she told me to shower in the other bedroom - she needed this one. When I was ready, I waited for her in the sitting room.

She appeared happy as ever, wearing her black dress from yesterday, but today her breasts were covered by a white silk blouse. Her hair was made up again; her face had its little discreet makeup with her lovely lips shining and her eyes sparkling, and the dress accentuated her perfect body. Her finger showed her opal ring and her neck the pendant.

“Am I presentable, my lord?”

“You look like royalty - may I be your consort? I shall protect you from all evil!”

I took her arm and we walked out. When I passed my hand over her back, she smiled and said it was just her and the dress, no intermediates. I passed my hand again and there was really no bra and no panties. She was getting adventurous - and I liked it a lot!

This time I drove to the opera. The Mozart Piano Concerto No. 21 was sad and lovely. In the second movement the melody hangs in the air, surrounded by soft flutes, and it seemed to express all the sadness in the world. It has always been connected to a Swedish movie, ‘Elvira Madigan’ where in the 1800s an officer falls in love with an actress. Society didn’t accept their relationship and the two decide to commit suicide. The final scene in the movie, where they rested under a willow tree beside a creek, looking at each other, and drank the poison, had always caught my emotions. With the Mozart movement playing softly and sadly I had to swallow to not to cry. Germans can also be emotional!

During the intermission, I bought her a glass of champagne and she left me for a moment. I had that strange feeling again - I didn’t have to see her, but I knew exactly where she was. It must have been an aftermath from the moment when we made love. If she really was totally mine, as she had said and her mother had confirmed, perhaps it was a boon for me because if she ever needed help, I could be at her side in a moment. It was good to know and something I wanted to discuss with her mother. She came back and most men turned their head when she passed. I received jealous looks when she took my arms and leaned her head on my shoulder. Perhaps as a compensation for the slow Mozart, the other two pieces, Haydn symphonies, were entertaining. The first was ‘The Beat of the Kettledrum’ and the other was ‘The Farewell’, where at the end of the piece one player after the other leaves the stage, and finally, only the maestro and the first violin are left, looking at each other, shrugging their shoulders and leaving together. It was fun, and Maureen enjoyed it visibly. She asked me why Haydn had done this, as she never had heard of anything like this.

I laughed, “Darling, Haydn had contracted an orchestra for four weeks with the Esterhazys in Hungary, but the Count wanted to keep them longer than contracted and the musicians became restless. Since Haydn didn’t want to challenge his generous sponsor, he wrote this symphony. The Count seemed to have understood the message and let them go.”

We drove back to the flat and she asked whether we could eat the smoked salmon we had bought and drink some ice-cold vodka. I wondered about the vodka, but she said she wanted to relax and prepare.

“Prepare for what?” She smiled mysteriously. “You will see. Didn’t I tell you that you would be rewarded?”

I took out the salmon, and the Grey Goose I always had in the freezer. I don’t drink a lot, especially not distilled spirits, but I was always prepared for my few friends. It must have been in the fridge for months, since I had not yet acquired many friends close enough to invite to my home.

When she came to the sitting room I stopped and stared. She surprised me again, dressed (or rather undressed) in a short shirt that consisted of a small strip going from her neck to apparently ten centimeters below her pussy, with another strip going down her side and a third one down her back. These three strips were connected by even smaller horizontal strips with enough open space that the effect was dramatic, her breasts came out of the strips and hid again, and her pussy appeared off and on, blinking at me.

“My love, I adore the dresses you have shown me up to now, but they are really very different from the image I had of you even a few days ago. What happened? What did you do with them before we met or are they just for me?”

“James, I bought all of these covers and dresses last week - I knew that we would make love and I wanted to please you before and afterwards. I know you enjoy looking at my body and I enjoy offering it to you. Being nude is nice, however, being partially covered can be more sensual, and I enjoy it when you take it off.”

It took a conscious effort not to take it off right then, but instead I offered her a slice of the salmon and a shot of the vodka. She threw it down and ate the salmon. I filled her glass again and, looking at me, she downed it again. I stopped and asked her what was going on - she was not a person who wanted to get drunk. She poured herself another shot and blushed.

“I need some support to say what I want to say, James. I’ve offered myself to you and you have taken me and made love in my mouth and in my pussy, and they were the most beautiful experiences I ever had, not just physically, but especially emotionally. I’ve told you that I am yours, totally and without any limits. There is, however, one last limit I want to cross tonight. There is one place that you’ve not taken yet and I’m giving it to you now. Make love in my ass, darling. I want to be yours in every way and in every place I can give you. When you make me come in that special place, I’ll know that we’ll have done everything two people can do to bond themselves with each other, and to be one person, one soul forever. Perhaps it sounds strange to you, but I feel that I have to do it. Please do this for me!”

She threw herself into my arms hiding her head on my shoulder. She was red all over but determined to make it happen. “Please, James. Do me now - I want to be yours in all the openings my body has for you to fill!”

I picked her up, carried her to our bedroom, undressed her and she practically ripped off my clothes. I placed her on the bed and looked at her - gloriously nude, slowly opening her legs to let me look at her mound, with her lips already puffy and slightly protruding.

“Kiss me, darling. Kiss my pussy and touch my ass. I want this!” she pleaded.

Kissing her breasts and gliding down to her nether lips, I kissed them tenderly and then penetrated her slit with my tongue. She moaned and tried to open her legs even more to give me better access, then murmured, “Not there. Go to my other hole, please, pretty please!”

I followed the path from her front opening to her little puckered anus. Like most men, I had had my dreams of doing it one day, but never had actually done it. I was as much a virgin here as she was.

She threw her legs over my shoulders and I licked her lightly. Then she pushed her hips into my face. “Please, darling, I want it! Please open me and take me!”

Continuing my efforts, I pushed my tongue into her anus, and she moaned, “Yes, darling, yes. More, please more!”

I used my finger to help me open her up. She whispered, “Grab the cream beside the bed.”

I looked at where she was pointing and there was a little tube. She pushed her hips up and placed a cushion under her body, presenting her body ever closer for my efforts. She opened the tube and placed a thick, transparent cream on one finger and rubbed the cream into her anus. Her voice became excited, “Do this for me, darling. Open me up and take me!”

I repeated her gesture and pushed more cream into her. Her little hole started to widen a bit and one finger slid in easily. I wondered how my shaft could ever enter there and used more cream and a second finger beside the first. I also put some on my penis.

“Now, darling. Take me now!”

She got on her knees again and, supported by her arms, presented her back to me. Her hole glittered from the cream and it opened and closed slowly. I put my penis at the entrance and pushed slowly forward. It didn’t enter immediately, and Maureen pushed back further. The tip of my shaft entered a bit and stopped.

She moaned in desperation and shouted, “Take me, James. Take me now!” and pushed herself strongly against my penis. With a plop, it entered and she stopped pushing. It must have hurt because she whispered, “Wait a moment. I have to adjust myself to you inside me,” and she moved a bit to the front and back again. Slowly, I was gliding farther into her, and soon I had penetrated her completely.

I was so excited that I almost came; again I found that mental geometry and calculus can tame me. She was so tight it must have been difficult for her to accept me, but now she started to move again. I just followed her example and slowly she was getting looser inside and her movements became more agitated. I put my fingers on her pussy and started to massage her clitoris, and the other hand held her breast, stroking her nipple. This seemed to help her, and she started to become a bit noisy, asking me to take her, to move deeper, to stroke her faster, and suddenly she yelled, “YES! NOW! YES!” When I exploded inside her and filled her up, she shuddered and collapsed. I felt once more the mist coming up and wrapping itself around us.

The same voice whispered, “You are complete now. Be happy together for all of your lives, ” and a very happy and complete emotion filled us. I stayed deep inside her, and when I started to relax, she moved again. My penis was apparently interested in a continuation of the game and stroked her insides, and she lifted her hips again and pushed me back into her. We started again and after a long time came once more together, and then fell asleep in one another’s arms, completely exhausted.

When we woke up later, my penis had slipped out, and when she stretched lazily, her face showed that our making love had been painful. I took her face in my hands and asked slowly, “Did I hurt you? I apologise. I didn’t want to hurt you, my love!”

She tenderly replied, “Darling, it did hurt at first, but I wanted you inside me, I wanted you to take me there. The pain slowly diminished and the pleasure started. When I came the first time it was so exciting, but when we came together the second time it was out of this world. It’s not better than making love the normal way, but it’s completely different - erotic, sexy, and satisfying in a different way. It’s not something I want to do every night, but I definitely want to do it again! But now I want more salmon, vodka, and a long and loving kiss, but not necessarily in that order!”

When we got up, she looked down and felt my seed seeping out of her. She opened her legs, reached down, and rubbed the cream into her legs.

“James, look what you have done to me! But now I want food, please. I need it!”

I could only shake my head. That was a side of my love that I had not expected, but had I not asked her to be sexually adventurous? And did I not enjoy it tremendously?

We finished the salmon, had more vodka, changed the linen, and returned to bed. I asked her what had happened at the pharmacy, and she blushed prettily.

“There were these three girls standing at the counter. When I asked for the lubricating cream, they looked at me and asked me whether it was the first time I would be taken in my ass. When I admitted that it was, they went on giving me recommendations on how to prepare myself for my man, how to prepare him, and they went from bad to worse. I had to run away because I couldn’t stand it anymore. I was blushing from head to toe and they were laughing their heads off.”