It had been less than three weeks, but it felt like an eternity. Anna had gone home to Ukraine to celebrate Christmas, leaving behind her two best friends. It had been great to see her family again, especially her sister Tanya, but she realised how addicted she had become to Marianne and Mona's company. Maybe Mona's in particular.
Many things had happened since their crazy night out in Oslo. Marianne just couldn't help it, she had a crush on Kathrine, her teacher. The crush was mutual, but at the same time Kathrine was panicking that somebody would find out and clearly felt that the relationship was inappropriate. But who could blame her for not being able to resist Marianne? Anyway, to find a way out of this moral dilemma, Kathrine had started looking for another job, so that she would no longer be Marianne's teacher. For the time being she was though, so they had to keep their relationship a secret. Mona and Anna tried to be supportive. Neither girl believed very much in the long-term potential of Marianne's new relationship, but that was for Marianne to find out for herself. All the secrecy surrounding their relationship was an eternal source of amusement for Anna and Mona and they seized every occasion to tease their blonde friend, addressing her as 'Miss Undercover lover' and buying her a brimmed hat and dark sunglasses to wear whenever she visited Kathrine's apartment.
Anna also had a new friend. The weekend she had spent at Julia's place -- one week after they first met -- they had hardly left the bed at all. Making love, sleeping, ordering pizza or Thai, making love again. All in the company of books. Julia's apartment was filled with them. While the 33-year old had been sleeping, Anna had just grabbed one from a shelf and started reading. After the Polish girl woke up, they had been discussing the book for some time, which -- as Anna discovered -- was actually a very good way to slowly build up her sexual appetite again. Especially when the discussion was carried out in the nude, of course. To watch gorgeous Julia sit there naked and elaborate on art and literature was just so cool. Anna liked hot girls, but she also liked intelligence. As she had once put it herself, in an exchange with Mona and Marianne: How can you fuck someone's brains out if they don't have a brain in the first place?
With Anna away for a weekend-long bed-in with Julia, and Marianne engaged in some top-secret, potentially scandalous affair with her teacher, Mona had to be creative. The small town where she lived offered little but the same old faces day in day out. So she decided to contact a relative - some distant cousin -- in a neighbouring town to stay there for the weekend. Not because she had any particular desire to spend time with her relative, but because it offered her the opportunities to go out in a new place. When Anna returned from Oslo, Mona proudly announced that her strategy had paid immediate dividends -- in the form of a very attractive light blonde girl that she had gone home with. In vivid detail, she described their night together, and then their second night. In the end, Mona's relative hadn't seen much of her, felt very offended and would probably never invite her there again. That didn't seem to bother Mona particularly; if anything, she seemed proud of it.
"I don't need her anymore," Mona said proudly. "Now I have somewhere else I can stay whenever I go there." Ever the tease, she added: "But how shocking it must be for you and Marianne that I am actually having sex with somebody who is not old enough to be my mother!" Kristine was 18.
So, Anna had a lover in Oslo, Mona had one in the neighbouring town. Meaning everything was great, then? In theory yes. But somehow Anna couldn't help thinking about Mona and the new girl. Especially when Mona went there on her own -- she had just got her driver's licence and her parents let her use their old car -- the following Wednesday. Why would she go there in the middle of the week? Unless there was something... She didn't know, maybe Mona had a crush or something? Maybe she was in love, like Marianne? The redhead vehemently denied having any such feelings, but didn't action speak louder than words? Anna felt uneasy the whole evening. No, Mona was not her girlfriend as such, but that didn't mean Anna wanted her to be anybody else's girlfriend either, with everything that that entailed. She texted her:
"Drop by my place on the way back. Unless you stay for the night."
They had classes the following morning so she expected Mona to come home. And she did, though it was past 2 a.m. when she finally heard Mona's car stop outside her small basement apartment.
The redhead was smiling from ear to ear.
"Somebody just had a very rewarding mid-week celebration, I can see."
"Can't complain."
"Want a beer or something?"
"No, I'm driving. But thanks."
Anna took one for herself anyway. They sat down on Anna's bed. There was no sofa in the sparsely furnished one-room apartment.
"What an exciting life certain people lead," Anna said, taking a sip.
"Hey!" Mona responded. "Stop hinting at whatever you're hinting at. You're the one with the fancy lover in the capital. I on the other hand am forced to roam the countryside to find a sex partner."
Anna chuckled.
"Farmers, lock up your daughters."
"They better, 'cause I'm coming for them!"
The Ukrainian looked at her friend. Mona's freckles never ceased to fascinate her. Tonight, there seemed to be even more of them than usual.
"Is that pussy I smell on your breath?" Anna wondered.
The redhead smiled mischievously. She leaned over to Anna, opened her mouth and a second later Anna felt Mona's warm breath on her face. It smelt nice, it smelt Mona. She couldn't really sense any hint of pussy there though.
Anna shook her head.
"I think you're lying. You've probably just been to see your boring distant relative again."
Mona smiled.
"That wouldn't even be possible. I think she hates me now. I wrote to her to thank her for letting me stay there, but she didn't even reply."
"Or maybe Kristine simply wasn't wet enough to leave any smell in your mouth?"
"You don't believe she was wet? Well, then I have no choice but to..."
She held her middle finger up to Anna's nose. The scent was unmistakable.
"Nah... you've just been masturbating."
"It's not my smell. Look..."
She grabbed Anna's hand and put it in her panties. Anna's finger slid inside the redhead's tight, slick vagina.
"Now smell it," the Norwegian girl ordered.
Anna put the finger to her nose.
"See?" Mona said triumphantly. "Different smell, different pussy, different girl."
"Ok, ok, I give in. So you had some kind of sex with this hillbilly slut. Congrats."
"I didn't have 'some kind of sex'. I had great sex with a very cool and very hot girl." She paused for a second. "Doesn't mean I'm not in the mood for more."
Anna felt like rejecting her. She didn't want to be taken for granted. At the same time, she felt like she wanted Mona more than she had ever wanted her. Her stunning grey eyes and super-sexy freckles were as hypnotizing as the first time she had seen them. Anna unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off.
"Go down on me then."
Anna lay back on the bed in her panties. Mona smiled at her and started removing her clothes. The Ukrainian couldn't help staring. Maybe she should be tired of Mona by now -- they had been having sex almost daily for four months -- but she was just so gorgeous. So slim and athletic. And... she was Mona. Anna had never met any other person like Mona. So irreverent, carefree, careless even. Many -- most, probably -- people disliked her, because she was so arrogant and never made any effort to be nice to people if she didn't find them interesting. You could probably say she was a little bit full of herself, but as far as Anna was concerned, she had every right to be. Once she had told Anna, laughing, but looking like she meant it: "Anna, you know that you're my only equal in this dump of a small town?"
Mona was naked now. She lay down on top of Anna and inserted her warm, sweet tongue into the Ukrainian's mouth. Anna felt a skilful finger tickle her clit before slowly sliding inside her soaking wet vagina. Her eyes met Mona's. Fuck, she was so beautiful! Breathing into Mona's face, she felt her body start shaking. Mona's eyes were so fantastic.
