Hello, again!
So, this is the last part. It's not very dramatic or ambitious or terribly sexy either. It wasn't meant to exist, but I thought it necessary, because I wanted to tell how they met.
Part 3 is actually where the real action is. So you read this only if you want some more background.
This is just a little of how Finland sees things and explains how they met and also gives you a little explanation as to why they have such uncommon names.
I'm really glad I got to write this story and very happy people seemed to like it in general. I felt like I got really fantastic rates for someone who's English is still a work in progress. Thank you all so much.
I'll write more soon.
In the meantime, enjoy it.
XOXO,
Nana.
*****
I had been a bloody fool to think I could ever get over this woman.
Her hair was spread on her pillow while she slept turned to her side with a hand under cheek. Those glorious plump lips parted and swollen from my kisses.
I felt like I had just pulled through a 30 hour shift. Still, my body ached to feel hers moving against it once more. I wanted those lips on every inch of my skin, around my cock...
I kept replaying the night we'd just had together in loops in my mind. Nothing went accord to plan. I had come to tell her we shouldn't let ourselves get carried away and we better just let things as they were. She had her life and I had mine. But in the end I had said things I didn't mean to with the dark desire to make her feel some of the pain I had felt when she refused to go to America with me. And as inevitability would have it, she ended up in my arms right where she belongs.
She was still my Hero. Her skin still felt warm and smooth, her lips...God, her lips! She had such a mouth on her. I had felt my cock twitching inside my pants even as I spat words meant to hurt her.
The way she lay...Her waist was a deep valley between the swell of her hips and her shoulder. Her hips were a bit wider than I remembered, and I did remember everything about her body vividly.
A soft moan escaped her lips and I was tempted to touch them. I indulged myself and softly pressed my thumb to her bottom lip, and to my delight she smiled.
I remembered with perfect clarity the way she would mumble my name in her sleep whenever I touched her while she slept on that tiny bed in her dorm room.
After our nights together in that bed I'd always wake up with an awful back ache, but I didn't mind. I would have happily lived the rest of my days with an aching back if it meant I'd get to wake up with her perfect ass pressed against me as she wiggled in her sleep.
As much as I had tried I never could forget her. I looked for her in every woman I'd been with.
She was unique and I loved her.
I had probably loved her from the first moment I saw her almost fourteen years ago in that pub when she was nineteen years old and already the most perfect woman I had ever seen.
***
14 Years Ago
I had a test the next morning, but my brain refused to concentrate on the endless words and figures printed in the pages of my book.
All my friends had gone down to the pub, but I was confined to the library.
I checked my grandfather's wrist watch.
9:30 pm
I had been there with my nose buried in a book for five straight hours. I deserved a break.
Closing the book and gathering my belongings I rushed out of the library like the place was on fire.
After a quick stop in my dorm to drop my things, I headed for the pub.
The place was crawling with drunken students.
Fortunately I was taller than most people so I had a good view of the ambient above everyone's heads.
I spotted Oliver and Dexter by the bar. How unexpected.
"Hey, mate! Finally gave up on those books of yours, hey?" Dexter asked. His tongue seemed to be dormant inside his mouth.
"Yeah. I won't stay much, tough." And I really didn't mean to.
"Come on, Finn! Let's have a pint, mate!" It was Oliver's turn to speak, his voice coming out even more intelligible than Dexter's.
Oliver and Dexter were my roommates. They were good mates, but terrible drunks.
I ordered a Guinness and gulped my drink while I listened to the them discussing girls.
"Look, look, Olly, mate." Dexter was saying, even more drunk now than when I had arrived. "Those birds are ready for the taking."
Oliver, who seemed to be doing even worse than Dexter, replied.
"You're right, Dexie. Now is me chance to get a shag."
"Go on then, mate." Dexter pat the other on the back, urging him to move towards a table behind my back that was apparently full of birds.
I didn't mean to charm any girls tonight. Admittedly, it wasn't that hard for me as it was for them. Girls seemed to naturally like me, and I didn't even need to try very hard.
I was very tall, I supposed girls liked tall men. But most of all I attributed women's attention to the fact that I was part of the rugby team. None of the blocks on the team seemed to find it too challenging when it came to women. Come to think of it, most of them had a new one every week.
I wasn't in the mood for it though. Anyone could get meaningless sex anywhere.
The sound of Dexter's laughter caught my attention and I turned around to see what had him so amused.
Oliver was standing in front of a table occupied by two girls, and a short brunette with bangs was spilling all of her drink over his head while he just stood still, taking the humiliation willingly.
The whole place erupted with laughter at the scene. I myself couldn't help smiling even though I felt sorry for Olly.
The little brunette gave a little tap at the bottom of her cup and then sat back down. Oliver just stood there before gathering the courage to move. Oliver finally moved, and when he did everything else that was happening around me disappeared.
As it happened, there were three girls sitting in that table instead of only two. Oliver had been standing in front of the third one. The most beautiful one.
She was laughing and even though she was too far for me to hear the sound I could swear that was the most wonderful sound in the world.
My eyes were glued to her face. I tuned everything else out and was vaguely aware of my friends talking beside me.
The girl's laugh subdued, and now she was wiping tears of her cheeks. Fuck, I wanted to wipe those years away with my mouth. At the thought of the word mouth my attention dropped to hers.
Even in the dim light of the pub I saw how red her lips were, and plump, and round, and perfectly designed. It seemed like the kind of lips that should had been on a lipstick advertising.
All I could think about was how those delicious lips would look like around my cock. I felt it straining inside my boxers and shifted on my stool.
As if knowing she was being watched, she licked her lips and moved her hands up to her hair lifting it up and running a hand across her nape, the way she'd do if she were hot.
She let her hair fall over her shoulder again and I found my fingers itching to touch it. I had never seen such lusty hair in my life. It was wild and curly, and it made her look that much more sexy.
Ah, my mind quickly fantasized that gorgeous mane inside my fist while she knelt in front of me.
"Finn, are you alright, mate?"
Something snapped my attention back to the real world.
"Oi? Finland, mate? Are you there?" Oliver spoke again.
I turned and blinked several times at him before answering.
"Yeah, yeah."
