"And gave it to you ... told you about it?"
"Just to bring back. She didn't read it. I haven't either."
I haven't, just heard about it. Hmm? And she wanted to read it, in case she was bored last week?"
"I guess so."
She smiled, and I gave her quick kiss and departed, seeing her wave the book as I closed the door.
After this delay, I was about to take a taxi, but then the right bus came. The ride didn't give me enough time to answer my questions. Why did I have to think to give Martha the book? She needed any need any erotic suggestions, and I had only implied that my sister could have wanted some, but not after talking to her sister. And she hadn't read it, so if she had been wanting some, what had we been doing to instead? I knew too well!
I was at work on time. The students in the program introduced themselves, and we were told about our work.
There wasn't much time for daydreaming, but, of course, my thoughts returned to Martha, wondering where in the apartment she might be sitting naked and reading Lady Chat. Was she really going to greet me naked at the door? And what were "fiskeboller" like? Fish dumplings? Something like fish cakes? If "love goes through the stomach," does that also mean trying to enjoy a favorite food of hers? But we both knew it wasn't love, just a very opportune affair, and from what she had told, having sex was something one did when one could, pretty much my attitude, but it seemed a more generally accepted one in Norway, at least from what she had said - maybe not in all parts of society - just as it wasn't in our crowd.
These thoughts occurred in many short mind-wanderings during the day, reminding me of the coming evening, and then finally it was time to go home. On the way, most of them came back to me again, along with some others, like wondering how my sister was getting along, and that from my experience, maybe young people in America were about as liberal as those in Norway, but it just wasn't as open. Then, as I was walking to our building, I again wondered if Martha would really be naked, and if we were really going to spend the next evenings try to make up for her ...? "Abstinence", the word came to me as I greeted the doorman. Would she be? In the elevator, it occurred to me that "deprivation" was a better word for it.
She wasn't, smiling a little wryly when she saw my questioning look, and then closed the door before she said anything. Then she grinned and said:
"I was. I did it after I came back - yes, I buttoned up - and it was funnier than I had anticipated, just being naked everywhere in the apartment – such a contrast to the formal surroundings and how your parents are. I really felt like I was breaking a taboo - more exciting than doing it at home."
"I can imagine," I agreed with a grin, envisioning her naked in our living room.
"Um-hmm," she went on: "... but I did it - turned up the temperature on the air conditioning - and then put a chair in the sun at a window and read. ... She wanted to read that?!
"Hmm? I guess so. She didn't," I replied, hoping Martha wouldn't ask more questions about her, and tried to look non-committal.
Martha glanced at me and then went on:
"Anyway, reading in the sun was nice, but then the phone rang, and it was your mother, and I really felt naked - as though she could see me, right there at the telephone - and that wasn't helped by her asking what I had done yesterday. She's always been nice about showing an interest in what I have been doing, but not just then: asking if you had come home safely and what we had done in the evening."
She looked at me with big eyes - big blue-green eyes I recognized now in the daylight - as I nodded recalling my mother's calls to Fire Island. Martha continued:
"Luckily I could tell her that I had been to the movie with Helga, so there wasn't much evening with you to tell about," and she smiled at me:
"... that we chatted for a while, talking about my family - that was true, sort of - and went to bed." She grinned and added: "That was also true, but I hope your mother didn't ... When I said it, I wasn't thinking that it could be ... understood another way."
"Misunderstood, construed," I suggested.
As she nodded, I said that I doubted she would have, and then grinned and said:
"Maybe you should tell me something more about your family. I don't think my mother would want to hear about your brothers and your mother, at least the little I know about them."
She snickered, and then laughed, and then suggested that we didn't have to keep standing in the entrance hall. She followed me on her bare feet to my room as I took off my jacket and tie and hung them up and turned back to her.
"Is that all?" she asked, looking a little disappointed, and I noticed that another button of her dress was undone, as she said softly:
"You said you liked to, too."
I nodded and started to unbutton my shirt, and she looked more satisfied as I said:
"If you want to."
She nodded with a grin as I stripped off my shirt and tossed it on my dressing stand. As I took off my trousers, I asked:
"And what are we going to do if she calls again?"
"Oh?," she said, and then said: "Oh, she won't. She said they were all going over to some friends for supper. That's why she called."
"That's a relief," I replied as I hung up my trousers, and then turned back to her and took off my t-shirt, adding:
"For you too. I was thinking about tickling you while you were talking to her."
She laughed. As I took off my socks, she started to shrug her shoulders out of her dress, letting it slip down as I looked back up at her, watching her help it slide down over her hips, revealing her cotton panties, and then we each took our underpants off and looked at each other, smiling when our eyes met after they had glanced at the rest of each other.
She had fuller hips than I expected or remembered from the night before - not fat, "strong hips" - accentuating her waist, and strong legs, maybe not ideal, but they seemed attractively appropriate on her. And, of course, her breasts were lovely; I knew that already.
"Oh," she said: "... I was planning to kiss you at the door."
That was all the suggestion we needed. Later, I thought it was very subtle of her, but probably it was just the impulsive, honest remark that occurred to her, and we did, much better than we would have at the door, with the expected consequence, both of us wanting to be in bed, but I knew that I had forgotten to take my rubbers out of the pants I had had on the evening before, and the others were in my toilet kit.
But that didn't matter. When we loosened our embraced, and I flung back the covers, she immediately lay down with her feet on the pillow, looking at me longingly as she said:
"I want to do it again."
She raised her thigh, inviting me to, exposing her pussy with its light covering of more reddish than blond hair, and then we were doing it, my mouth on her as she drew him to hers before we had settled comfortably. I wondered if we wanted to take our time, but she didn't - maybe after reading all day - sucking him deep in her mouth. And her fingers crept a little between the cheeks of my ass, and a little further. She wanted me to touch her there again, and I did. She nodded and moved her fingers, and I nodded, and she understood that it would be arousing for me too, and it was, also to know she had thought it would be and that she wanted to do it!
She wanted me to come, was so eager to make me come, so eager to have me come in her mouth again! Even if she had been reading about it all day, she couldn't be so aroused already that she would come as soon as I was going to. But I wanted her to, was doing everything I could to make her, wanted to have her come in my mouth, come all over my face! But I wasn't going to be able to; she was making him surge and thrust into her mouth. Oh, yes! Take it! Have it! "Unn!" Right in your mouth! "Unn!" All that white stuff! "Unn!" You want it! "Unn!" I want to give it to you! "Unn!" Like that! "Unnn!" The last of it, her mouth full of it as I relaxed and felt her tongue moving it, her head still, just gently holding him with her lips.
But her hips moved, and my mouth moved again on her, but now there was no hurry; just let her enjoy it and let me enjoy doing it. And we both were, as she seemed to have the same thought, just letting me do it, encouraging me with little moans as she still held him, and occasional movements of her pelvis, and I let my tongue explore the length of her pussy, sometimes going deeper into her, and then at the other end caressing her firm little knob, delighting when that made her gasp cool air in past him. But otherwise, she was just gently sucking on him, nursing on him, and I could tell he was smaller from the way she was sucking more of him into her mouth. And for a while we just enjoyed that, maybe both of us enjoying more what we were doing than what the other was doing. And maybe she was holding back, wanting to enjoy it for as long as possible.
But then I began to think about how good it was going to be when I made her come: how she was going to move, how her pelvis was going to move - asking for it - and then her thighs quivering in uncontrollable anticipation, and then her sweet love juice spurting in my face. It was going to be so good! And for her too! And I wanted that, no longer just enjoying the feeling of her pussy, now trying to make it better for her. And she nodded and sucked on him more vigorously, not just nursing on him, sucking and licking. My own anticipation of her becoming more aroused was arousing for me too. And she was becoming more aroused, just like I had anticipated. Oh! And he was too! Her nodding not just moving him up and down but now in and out, rubbing in her mouth! "Uhn-hnnn," I hummed against her pussy, and then kept humming with each breath as I sucked and licked her aroused clitoris. Her rocking pelvis was asking for it, and her moving head asking for it from me again. My fingers were moving too: not just rubbing her asshole - probing. She nodded again - or maybe she was just moving her head on him more vigorously - and started to press on me with a finger, finding my hole and pressing in it. "Uhnnn!" I hummed with my lips and tongue on her clitoris as I clutched her ass to my face, and when she relaxed after that, my finger slid into her a little, and she held it as she sucked him deeper with a moan that vibrated on him, making him surge and my asshole tighten under her finger, but when he surged again, it clutched her fingertip.
