Ch.3 - At the Cafe
(This chapter picks up after Anna had visited Adelina earlier in the day at her apartment where Adelina introduced Anna to two mysterious twins, whom with they engaged in an intense sex session.)
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. I felt a sudden aversion to his touch, his smells, the vulgarity of his penetration of me. I longed for Adelina, her way of pleasuring me, her mysterious charisma...her ability to exhibit control. The session with the twins earlier that morning still burned in my mind. It was freaky, but I wanted more. I heard David groan, then his cock spasmed inside me. I faked an orgasm then collapsed on the bed. He fell down next to me.
"How was it, baby", he whispered, while trying to catch his breath.
"Wonderful..." I kissed his forehead, then exhaled, "...as always." He kissed me on the mouth, then I rolled over and drifted off to sleep thinking about Maja.
"So why don't you start getting into figurative photography?"Maja asked me during one of our late night incense burning chats. "You mentioned it was something you always wanted to do." It was mid-May and I think we were both enticed by the potential of having more free time ahead when the term ended.
"I don't know, I guess I never had anyone to model for me. I mean....I'd like to do something sexy like boudoir."
"Well, perhaps I can help you with that."
"Really? Like how?"
"Like me, I'll pose for you."
"You sure? That would be great, but only if you're comfortable with it." After I said that, I realized how ridiculous I sounded. Of course she would be comfortable with it. The way she had no problem showing herself to me in the apartment should have come as no surprise to anybody.
"Of course I am. As long as we're discreet."
"But where? I don't have access to a studio or anything that would make for a good backdrop."
That is when she told me about her parents' place in Spain, on the coast just south of Malaga. Stone patio with an ocean view, jacuzzi, and plenty of privacy. We can go there for a long weekend. Are you sure your parents won't mind? No, not at all. Tickets to Malaga are cheap these days. When do you want to go? Let's look at the calender, two weeks from now? Perfect.
The idea of the trip excited me in many ways. First, who wouldn't pass up an opportunity to stay for free at a private villa on the coast of Spain? And second, wasn't this idea of a nude photo shoot her way to ease us closer into a physical relationship? Would we not feel freer and more uninhibited in an exotic location far away from the constraints of our everyday life here in Gothenburg?
Sun poured in through the windows when I 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, is 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. "What a gorgeous day today. Mind if I head out and do some photography?"
"You and this photography, what are you going to do with all the pictures you take? Photography doesn't sell, does it? I mean, everybody's a photographer these days with their iphones, how do you make your pictures stand out?"
"By taking good pictures that are better than everybody else's," I shot back. David gave me one of his looks. "Look, I'm not interested in making money, I do it as a hobby, for me. The pictures only have to mean something to me. I need 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, just chill, okay. It'll be alright. Just settle down."
"I think I need to go for a walk."
"Sure."
There was a loud skid as my chair slid back from the table and I ran into the bedroom to get dressed.
I picked up my phone and texted Adelina, "
Can I see you today? Coffee or lunch?..really need to talk....Anna"
Her reply came in less than a minute, "
Sure, want to meet about 1300 at Cafe Materia near Mariaplan?"
I typed back, "
I'll be there...see you soon!"
Her response,
"Ciao!"
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. So when I saw her standing just inside the door of Cafe Materia waiting for me, I had no reservations about being seen by someone I knew. 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, taking in her essence.
"Let's order something, shall we?" she said, leading us to the counter. We were greeted by a thin girl, 20-ish, with braided blonde hair pulled back exposing a shy face. Adelina looked at the list of menu items hand written in white chalk on a dusty blackboard. "I'll take the roasted red beet salad with honey vinaigrette dressing... and a French Roast coffee, please," she informed the counter girl who 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. After Adelina ordered, she looked up at me with that "what can I get you?" look, telling me it was my turn. From the small rectangular piece of plastic pinned to her white shirt, I could see that her name was Amelie.
"Mmmm, that sounds good. I'll have the same, but with a lemon tea, please."
She smiled, then danced her fingers around the smudged surface of the tablet.
"I'll pay," Adelina piped up.
"No, you don't have to," I countered.
"I insist, you seem to have something on your mind, let me get this. You can pay next time."