Chapter 10: Lunch with Nelly
My two days in Stockholm were filled with seminars with the heads of our European regions, most of them boring. But it was always fun to go to Stockholm, even if most of the time is spent in conference centers or a hotel room. And because of that, these trips usually involved copious amounts of masturbation.
Just being in the flow of Stockholm was cool. It was much bigger than Gothenburg, but it never felt overwhelming like other European capitals like Paris or London. I loved the vibe of Old Town even its maze of cobblestoned streets that reminded you of medieval times; still charming despite the touristy kitsch and the corporate chain stores posing as artisan boutiques. What's not to love about the theater of dazzling colors and scents waiting for you inside a Lush Cosmetics store, even if it's a corporate chain?
Occasionally there were dinners, but after the novelty of their newness wears off, they become quite tedious affairs. The restaurants were usually interesting with good food, but spending an evening with the same colleagues you had just been with all day was quite exhausting. I couldn't wait until they were over and I could escape to the freedom of my hotel room, take a massive shit, then Jill off. This this trip was no exception.
I couldn't stop thinking about Olivia.
When I arrived home Thursday night, I sucked David off, then went to sleep. Next day, I was back in the office for some beach time.
I spent the whole morning staring at the computer screen, my mind thoroughly exhausted, with the memories of Olivia weaving in and out. I couldn't believe that the day after I had my first girl-girl sexual experience, it was followed up by an all-girl threesome the next day.
Nelly came into the office about 10:00. We smiled at each other nervously, then she took a desk on the other side of the room. My obsession with Olivia was instantly replaced by the presence of Emelie. The nervous tension in the air was unbearable. Screw it, I got up and went over to her desk.
"Hi, how are you?" I asked.
"Hi, very good, thanks." She smiled.
"A bit tired as usual. Got back from Stockholm again last night."
"How did it go?
"Ah, the usual. You know..."
She nodded despite not having been around long enough to know what 'the usual' was yet.
"Hey...so, any plans for lunch?" I asked.
"No, not really..."
"Want to go grab something somewhere?"
"Sure," her face brightened.
"Great. What do you say...11:30? Does that work for you?"
"Yep, works for me."
"Awesome. The let's do 11:30 then."
"Great, thanks," she snapped back, her little face consumed by a smile.
I felt the juices in my pussy flow as I walked back to my desk.
Lunch was at a little Italian place a few blocks from our office. We ordered pizzas at the counter then took a seat at a cozy round table in the corner. While we waited, Nelly told me about her classes and how school was going in general. I asked her about her boyfriend, how they met and all that stuff. Typical story. They met a year ago at the university at one of the student parties. He had started to do his PhD program and she was a first-year graduate student. A couple years older than her, it was apparent that she looked up to him immensely. I listened with empathy, nodding my head in understanding after each point.
Our pizzas arrived and the conversation stopped momentarily while we ate our food. She cut off large pieces of pizza with her fork and knife then stuffed them into her mouth. Not very elegant, almost like a little kid. She had a clumsy way of eating just like her walk.
After a few minutes, I broke the silence and said, "So how is your sex life?"
She blushed. "What kind of question is that?" she replied while she sat back in her chair.
"I don't know, Nelly, I just blurted it out, sorry. I shouldn't have been so bold. I mean...I'm really interested in people and want to know all sorts of things about them."
She recovered a little bit, then started to speak.
I interrupted her. "Let me ask a different question, was he your first?"
