With beers after their shower, Randi continued telling about the erotic stories she and Lisbet had read.
"She sure made it seem good with her brother. Hm-hmm! I mean the authoress made what her main character did with her brother."
"Hmm? Sounded like the authoress might really have done it with her own brother?"
"Um-hmm, it sounded like it, that she was only telling her own experience in the third person."
"Must have been good, maybe wanting readers to think that she was."
"Hm-hmm! About what Lisbet said. Oh, she wrote another one as older cousin of a young student who hadn't yet slept with his girlfriend."
"But she slept with him?"
"Um-hmm, and taught him everything he needed to know."
"Hm-hmm! Must have been good."
"Um-hmm, and the sequel, when he returns home from looking for a student room. Both sets of parents had assumed that they had already slept with each other and assumed that they would spend the night at her house, her parents already at their cabin."
"She does have a lively imagination or a whole lot of experiences."
"Um-hmm. ... Oh, in another story, she meets a Swede, and they do, and then she is invited to Stockholm. No, first his wife also visits her, and they do too. And then in Stockholm, all three of them and then the wife's sister. Oh, the sisters had with each other already, and he knew about it."
"Hmm! ... Hmmm? Makes one wonder about siblings."
"Um-hmm, but I don't have any."
"Nor I."
"But two daughters, and Lisbet's brother."
"Hmm? You want me to ask them?"
"Gosh, no!"
They laughed, he wondering what he would have replied, if she had said yes. They sipped their beers and continued talking about the stories. When they had finished their beers, Randi suggested that it was time for lunch. He followed her to the kitchen.
She started preparing lunch. When he offered to set the table, they both smirked and remembered that traces of their loving making had to be wiped up. He did, and set the table. When he returned to the kitchen, seeing her again, naked, was a slight surprise for an instant, apparently for her, too, when she glanced at him, at first with a wry expression, then smiling with a slight nod. Then she grinned and remarked:
"Oh, I forgot: that young student also had younger sister."
"Really? That too?"
"Um-hmm, it always seems just reasonable in her stories."
"Hmm?! And ...?"
"Oh, his sister's boyfriend - sort of a boyfriend. He was shy, and they had only kissed. He was visiting relatives here on the West Coast, first with his parents in their place here in Bergen and then for a week with them at their cabin. They had two daughters."
"Hmm! I can see where this is going."
"Um-hmm! Hm-hmm, and they ... well, sort of seduced him."
"Both of them?"
"Hmm! A team effort. So when he returned home, she was surprised that he was less shy."
"And liked that?"
"Of course!"
They grinned, and Randi handed him a bowl of salad and plate of cold meat to put on the table, asking if he wanted another beer. He nodded, and then they were sitting down to eat, both again for a moment more aware that they were naked. After serving themselves and skaals, he asked:
"That was the end of the story?"
"That one. The sister also visited their older cousin in Oslo, and then her brother is there, invited for dinner once a fortnight and spending the night."
"Hmm! Lucky guy. ... Oh, if those sisters seduced her boyfriend, where were their parents?"
"Too convenient! They had two cabins: one with just one bedroom - the parents' - and a larger living room, etc., and a cabin nearby with two bedrooms and just a small common area. His parents slept in one room and the girls in the other. The first week, he slept on a cot in the common area, but then his parents returned home. Well, you can imagine the rest."
"I sure can."
He hoped his reply wasn't too emphatic as he recognized that story described exactly his family's cabins and was too close to what the girls had told him about Johan's first visit to be fiction. To meliorate his remark, he added - hoping Lisbet hadn't mentioned that they had two cabins like that:
"But it sounds pretty farfetched."
"Lisbet thought so, too."
"She read it?"
"Um-hmm, and liked it. Don't know why I forgot it before. She said something about hoping her - your - daughters weren't like that."
"Hmm! I do too," he agreed, relieved that Lisbet hadn't said anything, but wondering how the writer could have thought to describe so closely what Britta and Maren had done with Johan, if he or his girlfriend could have told the writer.
They smiled and drank together, and continued eating in silence for a few moments. Then he changed the subject, smiling wryly and asking:
"And what do you do, when you aren't reading such stories?"
She snorted, accepting his change of topic, and they finished lunch talking about other things. After cleaning up in the kitchen, they looked at each, smiling slightly with quizzical expressions. After a moment, she suggested softly:
"Nap, or newspaper?"
"Hmm? ... Whatever you want?"
"Hmm! Do you think we could just take a nap?"
"Do you think we could just read the paper?"
"Hm-hmm! I don't know. We could try."
"We could. ... Hm-hmm! I wonder if she anticipated our having so much time together, ... having to figure out how to spend it."
"I doubt it."
They exchanged slight smirks. After a moment, he asked:
"Want to go out for dinner this evening?"
"And put on clothes?"
He saw her eyes glance down and up at him, and his also did at her. He snorted and replied:
"Well, that seems usual."
"Hm-hm-hmm! Of course, but I have everything to cook dinner for us."
"And I like your cooking. So, newspaper or nap? Since you suggested the alternatives."
"I like a nap on the weekends, but since you mentioned before the newspaper ...?"
"You're the hostess; we'll do what you want."
They both smiled with soft snorts and went to the bedroom. As she opened up the bed, he remarked:
"After the beers," and turned to the bathroom.
She followed him, and they use the toilet and washbasin again and her washcloth. Back in the bedroom, she gestured for him to lie down first. He lay down, moving over and lying on his back. She joined him and started to pull up the covers. Then she got up again and closed the door and opened the window a bit, then turning down the thermostat on the radiator. "Good idea," he remarked as she joined him again and pulled the covers.
They lay on their backs, just their shoulders touching. They both snorted slightly. After a moment, she remarked:
"Can't remember the last time I took a nap like this ... with someone."
"Really?"
"Not here. Oh, when I once spent a vacation with a guy. That was nice, but more because of ..., well, the thrill of actually doing it, back when, when we would have been too timid to book a room together in a hotel here."
"Hm-hmm, I can imagine, know the feeling, so never dared. Where was that?"
"In Ireland; they don't ask for ID."
"Signed in as mister and missis?"
"Um-hmm, and still worried."
"Hope it was still good."
"But not as good as it could have been, ... if we had known what I do now."
"But then we probably wouldn't be here."
"Hmm? Maybe, ... but not with him - me with him. A whole week together, ... day and night .... Well, we discovered that was all we had in common, ... and that not so good."
"Better that way than not discovering."
"Um-hmm."
They were silent for a while, so long that he began to feel drowsy. He murmured:
"I snore, when I sleep on my back, at least, she says I do."
"Hmm? ... Oh, he did, too. At the time, that disturbed me, thought it was sort of ignoring my presence, his just lying there as though I didn't exist."
"Hope that wasn't the problem."
"No, ... just part of it."
"I seldom fall asleep lying on my back."
"But when you do, you snore?"
"Probably when I've had too much to drink."
"Hm-hmm! But we haven't. ... Which side?"
"Doesn't matter; your choice."
"Are you being difficult?"
"No, just trying to be a nice guest."
"Hmm! Hm-hmm! Then towards me, with your arm around me. I used to like that."
"And I do, too. Just didn't want to seem too forward."
"After what we've done?"
He only snorted, and they rolled on their sides, then moving closer, as she moved his hand up on her breast. He squeezed it, and she squeezed his hand, and they were silent.
He wondered if they could really fall asleep, if she could fall asleep, lying with a man's hand on her breast, wondering when the last time she had had been. She squeezed his hand again slightly and murmured: "nice."
He hoped she could relax and tried to himself, listening to her even breathing, remembering that he had usually fallen asleep in that position after having sex with Lisbet, Maren, Britta. Why Maren before Britta? Anyone else? Of course, but he couldn't remember her name or the actual occasion, just that he knew he had. Randi's hand slipped down from his. Nice, he thought, that she could doze off. If she could, he could, and if she wanted to do something when they woke up, that would be nice, especially nice, that they had managed to go to sleep together without doing anything first.
He dozed off ... and dreamt, eventually. He was with two young girls, faceless young girls, and he was still a teenager with no experience. The girls also seemed not to have much experience, but they were taking the initiative, and he was letting them, embarrassed, apprehensive of what would develop, especially when he became aware of his cock and knew that the girls could see it. And they were all naked! They could see his stiff cock! Terribly embarrassing! But they weren't, also not about his seeing them naked. They just smiled - somehow still faceless - and then one wanted to touch his cock! She did! He let her! And even rubbed it in her warm hand! And she rubbed it! For some reason, pressing, something pressing against his lap, and she moaned softly.
He woke up, immediately aware that his cock was between someone's thighs. The experience was too familiar to surprise him, although he didn't know or care whose thighs they were, still more involved in his dream, wanting it to continue, and thinking it might, when the girl moaned again. But then a hand found his hand, and he was aware that his arm really was around someone - a female, of course - and her hand put his back on her breast.
His dream had only been a dream. Which girls? He was lying with his arm around a woman with his cock between her thighs. Suddenly, he remembered that he was with Randi, that they had taken a nap - and really fallen asleep! But now his stiff cock was between her thighs. He squeezed her breast, and she squeezed his hand with another soft moan. Didn't Lisbet know?! No, she had instigated his being there with Randi - randy Randi.
"What do you want to do?" she murmured, squeezing his hand again."
