Anna Ch 09 2

Chapter 9: Anna and Olivia Seduce a Girl from the Cafe

David lifted me up on all fours and took me from behind that night. It wasn't my favorite position, but I didn't want to see his face while he fucked me. The guilt of last night made it impossible. I longed for Olivia, her way of pleasuring me, her mysterious charisma...her ability to exhibit control.

I wanted more.

I heard David groan, then his cock spasmed inside me. I faked an orgasm then collapsed on the bed. He fell next to me.

"How was it, baby," he whispered, while trying to catch his breath.

"Wonderful...as always," I said then kissed his forehead. He kissed me on the mouth, then I rolled over and drifted off to sleep thinking about Olivia.

Sun poured in through the windows signaling it was time to wake up. David's side of the bed was empty. I climbed out of bed and stumbled into the kitchen to make coffee. I had pulled on a pair of light blue panties and a white ribbed tank top sometime during the middle of the night. David was sitting at the kitchen table and seemed to be staring at my tits.

"It's a little cold in here, isn't it?" he asked with a sly grin.

I looked down at my hardened nipples pushing out through the thin cloth of my tank top. "Oh, shut up." I fake-slapped him.

He ducked and let out a phony laugh.

I went over to the counter and started to make the coffee. While the coffee was brewing, I grabbed my phone and saw that I had a message. It was from Olivia. She asked me if I wanted to join her for lunch at a café downtown today. I was ecstatic.

"Hey David, you remember that woman, Olivia, I met on the plane, and we exchanged contact information?

"Yeah."

"Well, she just texted me and asked if I wanted to meet her for lunch, do you mind?"

"No, that's fine."

"You sound like you're not totally okay with it. Is there something you wanted to do together today?"

"No, nothing specific."

"Are you sure."

"No, go ahead." He didn't sound very convincing.

"Okay," I replied, probably sounding equally unconvincing.

"Listen, Anna. It's just that it would be nice to spend some more time together though. I mean with your travel and all it seems like I hardly get to see you need anymore. When we do stuff on weekends, it is usually together with our friends, which is nice, but not the same when it is just you and I."

"I'm sorry, babe, I guess it's so easy to get caught up in life and all the obligations that come with it. Most weekends I want something that gives me an escape from my humdrum life."

Oh my god, what did I just say?

"So, you're bored with your life. Does that also mean you're bored with me? Our life together?"

"That's not what I said."

"That's exactly what you just said."

"Listen, David. I hate my fucking job, I hate the travel, I hate all the boring, uninspiring people I have to deal with. I'm not interested in property market valuation or fucking risk analysis any more than I am with your goddam vinyl record collection and all the fucking has-been bands that you listen to."

"Pull yourself together will you! What did I do? How is this about me all of a sudden?"

I sat down next to him and grabbed his arm. "Oh god, I'm sorry I said that." I pulled him close and continued, "I'm just under a lot of stress right now, I'm sorry."

"Anna, okay. It'll be alright. Just settle down."

"I think I need to get out today."

"Sure. I understand. It's cool if you meet Olivia for lunch. If you need that, it's fine. Let's do something tonight then. Okay?"

"That sounds great. Thanks," I replied then kissed him.

I ran into the bedroom to get dressed. I picked up my phone and texted Olivia back:

Me:

Sounds great! Where shall we meet and what time?

Olivia:

Awesome! How about at Kafemagasinet on Tredje Långgatan at 1230?

The thing about having an affair with another woman was you never had to worry about being seen in public. For all anyone knew, we were just two friends catching up.

I saw her standing just inside the door of Kafemagasinet waiting for me. As soon as she saw me, her face lit up with a smile. "So nice to see you," she embraced me with a warm hug.

Her hair smelled like it had just been washed. It radiated a spicy, exotic scent, I couldn't exactly identify it, but I found it very pleasant.

"Yes, me too," I replied, breathing in her essence.

"Let's order something, shall we?" she said, leading us inside.

We were greeted by a thin girl, 20-ish, with braided blonde hair pulled back exposing a shy face who showed us to a table in the corner. It would have been great to sit by the window, but the place was pretty crowded, and I was happy we could get seated right away.

The blonde then handed us two menus with an insecure smile, like she was intimidated by us or something. She kind of reminded me of Nelly.

Olivia looked at the menu briefly then said, "I know what I want right away, the roasted red beet salad with honey vinaigrette dressing with a French Roast coffee, please."

"You must come here often, it seems," I remarked.

"Pretty often. Once you find something you like, stick with it, is what I always say."

"Sounds like good advice," I replied.

"But take your time, please," Olivia said.

"Hmm, the beet salad looks good, I'll go with that," I said looking up at our waitress. She was a cutie pie. I tried to imagine her sucking a cock.

She registered the order on a greasy digital tablet with long thin fingers. I took note of her silver thumb rings and Bottega Veneta leather wristband—dead giveaways that she was one of those wannabe hipsters—since real bohemians generally had an aversion to anything bourgeois.

"Okay, perfect, two red beet salads," she said while looking down at us. From the small rectangular piece of plastic pinned to her white shirt, I could see that her name was Jenny.

"Oh, but instead of a coffee, I'll have a lemon tea, please," I interjected.

She smiled, then danced her fingers around the smudged surface of the tablet.

"I'll come back with your tea and coffee right away, but the salads will take a few minutes."

"Perfect," Olivia replied while smiling at her. Oliva had used the word

perfect

almost as if she were mocking her. Jenny held Olivia's gaze for a moment, then turned around and left.

"I'm so glad you texted me this morning," I started.

"Good, I'm glad. I wanted to see you again. Hope I didn't spoil any plans you might have had today."

"No, not really. We didn't have anything special planned for today."

So far, not a mention of last night, as if it never happened. It was uncomfortable knowing that neither one of us was acknowledging it.

Our shy waitress came with our drinks. After setting them down, Olivia said, "Thanks, Jenny," then dismissed her with a smile.

Jenny smiled back and I could tell she was caught off guard by how Olivia addressed her by her first name.

"So, how are you? What's new?" Olivia asked as soon as Jenny left. I wiggled around in my seat and thought about how to start.

"I blew up at David this morning."

"I see," she said, raising the cup up to her lips the same way she did last Saturday when she looked at me last night while we sat on the sofa. "What prompted it?"

"It was my fault, I guess. I gave him the indication that I thought our life was boring."

"But it's true, isn't it? I told you right off the night I met you that I knew you and your boyfriend weren't exactly happy."

"Yeah, I think your exact words were something to the effect that I was getting bored with him.

"You have a good memory." She took a long sip from her coffee then put it down then looking at me with a sly smile.

"I mean, I shouldn't have said what I said to him."

"What did you say?"

"I said that I am bored with life, but I really meant that I was bored with

my

life, since I hated my job, I was sick of the travel, and I feel like I'm not doing what I want to do. He took it to mean I was also bored with him."

"But aren't you?"

I sighed. "I don't know."

"So, what kind of work do you do anyway?"

"I'm a communications specialist at a brand and marketing company. I work with corporate clients around Europe."

"Sounds interesting."

"It's not. It sounds sexy, but the details of the work are actually pretty boring. Plus, I'm getting tired of the travel."

"How's your sex life with David?"

"Okay, I guess."

She obviously didn't want to talk about her work.

"You're lying."

"Okay, so sex with him is getting boring." I looked down at my tea trying to hold back a laugh then continued, "Oh my god, Olivia, I can't believe I'm telling you this."

She reached for my hand and joined me in the laugh. Just then, Jenny approached with our salads.

"Here you go," she said, placing the glass bowls down in front of us.

"Thank you," we both replied almost in unison.

"Such a cool bracelet," Olivia said to her.

"Thanks," she replied in a high-pitched, girlish voice. She then pulled back her arm as if a wild animal was about to grab ahold of it in its jaws.

Jenny backed up a little and looked as if she was about to ask if we needed anything else when Olivia continued, "Love the rings, too."

She reacted by cupping her hands together close to her chest as if hiding them. She seemed flattered by the compliment, but also a little embarrassed.

"Thanks."

"Thank you, Jenny," Olivia replied as she started to turn away. Olivia stared at her with a penetrating look. She met Olivia's eyes for a second, then looked quickly at the ground and left.

"Olivia, what are you doing?" I asked with a slight laugh after she left.

"Just flirting a little. Are you jealous?"

"Maybe." I was joking, but not really.

"Well, David will get over it," she said, continuing with our previous subject. "You just had a bad moment. Just show him a little extra something in bed tonight."

I tried to avoid her eyes and looked over her shoulder at the other patrons in the cafe. It was the usual Sunday morning bohemian crowd, a blend of fledgling musicians, poets, painters, and yuppie alternatoffs. I watched with fascination how the bearded 40-ish man with a gray turtleneck and round, black-framed glasses sat on the sofa against the wall and balanced a plate on his knee while he gingerly cut up small pieces of stuffed mushroom which he delivered to his mouth with short, crisp, flicks of his fork.

"So, you can't do it anymore, can you? You're either not interested in him, or you just don't like dick anymore, which one is it?"

"I have no fucking clue." I focused my attention back to Olivia.

"It's always like that. After the first time."

"And what about you? Are you still into men?"

"Why not? If it's the right man. Sure."

"I guess I just need to get used to this."

"It takes time."

It felt good to talk to her. Although I really didn't get any clear answers to my dilemma, just having her to talk to helped me get over this morning. Not sure how I was going to react to David when I got home, but I decided it to not fret over it. I'd just roll with whatever mood he was in when I walked into the apartment.

"Oh my god, Olivia, we have to get out of here!" I blurted out all of a sudden.

"What? Why?"

"I'll explain later, just please, let's go."

I couldn't believe it. I didn't recognize her at first, but it was Nelly. She was standing there at the counter ordering. She seemed to be alone, but she could have been meeting someone. I didn't want to know.

I do not want her to see me right now.

I put on my coat and prepared to leave, but Olivia was just sitting there wondering what the hell had gotten into me.

"Olivia, I need to get out of here quick, just meet me outside, okay?"

"Okay," she said, still confused. I shuffled quickly towards the door, turning my face away as I passed the counter. When I got outside, I walked a few meters down the road, away from the front windows of the cafe. It seemed as if I had made a clean escape.

Minutes went by and Olivia still hadn't come out. I wondered what the hell she was doing.

Was she fucking with me?

Finally, just as I was about to go into panic mode, the door opened, and she walked towards me with a look on her face as if she was anxious to tell me something.

"Sorry I took so long. What was that all about? Did you see an ex-lover in there or something?"

"Something like that," I replied. "It's complicated, I'll explain it to you sometime."

"It must be one hell of a story the way you bolted out of there."

"Kind of. But, what took you so long? I was getting freaked out."

"Freaked out that maybe you ended up bumping into ex-Lover and having a chat or something?"

"Olivia, I'm serious." I said laughing.

"You don't sound serious."

"You're mad, you know that?"

"So I've been told."

"I really thought you were fucking with me."

"Well, if you really must know, I was talking to Jenny."

"The girl who waited on us?"

"Yep."

"What did you talk about?"

"I convinced her to meet us when she gets off work at three. Here, let's start walking."

"You what?"

"That's right, Miss Look-at-My-Cool-Rings-and-Bracelet is coming over to join us at my place in about an hour when she gets off."

"How did you manage to do that?"

"The same way I got you to follow me home. I asked."

"Fair enough," I sneered, then noticed the tram stop appearing ahead.

"Come on, let's make the next tram. You're game for this, aren't you?"

"Oliva, you're crazy!" I replied, then quickened my pace to match hers.

Olivia reached for my hand as we entered the front door of her house.

My heart raced at the anticipation of being with her again. It was a little after three in the afternoon, and Jenny the cafe girl, if she was actually going to come, would be here soon. I should have texted David letting him know I was alright, but I didn't want to disrupt the moment.

Once inside, we threw off our coats and kicked off our shoes, then fell onto the sofa where we clawed at each other. God, how I missed the feeling of her, the taste of her mouth, the softness of her flesh, the way she touched me.

After a few minutes of passionate kissing, she pulled down my tights and started to finger me. I grabbed her head and pulled her lips harder into mine. I dug my tongue deep into her mouth in an attempt to savor every bit of her. A stream of thick saliva ran down my chin just as it had done during my first teenage make-out sessions. In some ways it felt like the same thing.

Olivia pulled off her clothes and we lay on the couch fingering and kissing each other for a good while.

Olivia's mobile phone dinged prompting her to stop.

"Shit," she exclaimed then pulled her fingers out of my cunt then stood up. "That's probably her, take a deep breath and put yourself back together. We'll continue this later."

I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand then pulled up my underwear and tights. My pussy was soaking wet, and I tried to subdue the frustration of a sudden stop. I straightened my hair and tried to slow down my breathing. The whole episode made me feel juvenile, like I was getting walked in on by my parents.

Olivia picked up her phone and looked at the screen."Yep, it's her." She tapped out a quick message then the doorbell rang. The girl was probably nervous and felt the need to call first before ringing the doorbell.

I sat up on the couch, trying to act all innocent. Olivia opened the door then called out "Jenny."

There was a faint "Hi" in response.

When Jenny came through the door, she had the nervous look of someone arriving at a party where she didn't know anyone. I stood up.

"You remember Anna, right?"

I stuck out my hand, she grasped it tentatively and we both said, "Hi."

Her movements were quick and jerky, I could tell she was uncomfortable.

"Have a seat, I'll get you something to drink. Water, coffee, juice....?" Olivia asked,

"Just some water please," she squeaked, then took off her coat. Olivia hung it up on the hooks next to the door then disappeared to the kitchen.

Jenny sat down on the sofa and I joined her. I looked at the rings on her thumbs and the twisted leather band around her wrist. She reflexively brought her hands up to her chest just as she did in the cafe. Olivia's earlier comment no doubt made her self-conscious about her chosen adornments like she had become instantly aware of her lack of confidence to pull them off.

Olivia was the maven of mind fuck.

I looked at her and smiled. She had a petite, Naomi Watts-like prettiness to her, but her deep blue eyes held a kind of forlorn sorrow, like she was longing for something.

I curled my hand and caressed her cheek. "So, how was work?" I asked.

"Fine, just a little tired." she took my hand in hers and nestled it against her cheek.

"What time did you start?"

"Seven-thirty."

"Ugh, that's early," I said, trying to give her a little empathy. Olivia appeared before us with a tall glass of water.

"Here you go," she said softly. Jenny took it then gulped it quickly like she was trying to calm their nerves with a stiff cocktail. She pulled the glass away then took a deep breath.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"You're welcome," Olivia replied. "You look stressed...don't be," she continued while sitting down next to her.

This girl no doubt must have had an idea of what she was getting into when she agreed to come cover. Olivia started to caress her cheek just like I had done. She had that lingering food scent that seemed to permeate the clothing of cafe and restaurant workers, making them smell like walking kitchens.

"Just a little nervous." She took another drink of water.

"That's okay," Olivia whispered gently. She slipped into an incredibly affectionate tone that was almost genuine. "Come," she commanded, while holding her hand to help her up.

Olivia led her into the bedroom and I followed. Her giant bed almost filled the entire room. It was becoming clear to me why a single woman had such an over-sized bed—it was her playground.

Olivia stood by the bed holding both of Jenny's hands and smiled deeply into her face with those captivating eyes. Her right eyebrow had a tendency to raise higher than the other giving her an extra air of authority.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Olivia asked her in a soft, airy voice.

"Yes," she whispered.

"Then do it," Olivia answered. Jenny slipped into Olivia's arms; they embraced in a soft kiss.

After a minute, Olivia pulled back and said, "That was beautiful, now kiss Anna." She came over to me and pressed her little mouth onto mine. I pushed my tongue forward and met hers. It was small and pointed and she moved it around in my mouth nervously. Her breath was thick and fusty.

"How was her kiss, Anna?"

"Fabulous," I answered.

"Did you like that, Jenny?" Olivia answered.

"Yes."

"Good," Olivia replied. "Now take off your clothes, I'd do it myself, but I want to watch you do it."

Without a word, Jenny stripped down to her light purple panties and bra. I saw that she was nearly flat-chested and had long skinny legs and wide hips.

"Continue, all the way," Olivia nudged her on.

Jenny then removed her bra then slid her panties down her legs revealing a thin amber patch. Her tiny swollen nipples were like two ripe raspberries.

"Now your hair," Olivia continued.

Jenny lifted her hands and undid the elastic bands behind her head. Blonde braids tumbled over bony shoulders then spilled across her pronounced clavicles.

My desire returned as Olivia started to undress. I followed suit as Olivia bent over the bed and pulled back the covers. "Get in," she beckoned.

I let Jenny slide in first then I settled in next to her underneath the cold sheets. Olivia slipped in behind me and pulled the covers over us. Our legs wrapped around each other, then all three of us giggled.