The mountain region in South-Eastern Norway, late October 2018
"Just one more time, ok?"
Anita nodded. The two 20-year olds drew their breaths one last time and started their final sprint up the hill. The Norwegian girl's superior training was becoming evident. All Anna could do was push herself to the limit and hope she wouldn't be too far behind the delicious creature in front of her once they reached the oak three at the top of the hill. Anna was in good shape, playing volleyball for a local team in Berlin. But Anita was a top athlete and Mona's sparring partner back in the days. Mona had been a unique 800 meter talent and a national champion in her age group, but, as predicted by her coach, her lifestyle had eventually caught up with her. Anita, slightly inferior in talent but more professional in her approach, had carried on and had just secured a bronze medal on 400 meter in the national athletics championship, as well as finishing fifth on 800.
The sight of Anita's perfect ass drove Anna on and helped her pull out her last physical reserves. Just 200 meters now, 100...
"Fucking hell." The Ukrainian collapsed on the ground. "Girl, you're killing me."
"I know the feeling," Anita laughed. "All those times I used to be trailing Mona. I miss those days, that rivalry we had. She was in a different league of course, but once in a while I'd beat her and I felt like Grete Waitz or something."
"You don't like your running companions in Oslo?"
"They're ok runners, but... Fuck, they're just so insufferably boring. Their lives are so inane! Studying, running, studying, running. And then they stick to their diets with religious zeal. And they babble on about them and post about them -- non-stop! God, I wish Mona was there with her sarcasm. She'd have a field day with those pointless Instagram bores! Probably drive several of them to suicide."
Anna was still catching her breath. So it was true what Marianne had been saying. That Anita's life as a student in Oslo had turned her into something of a recluse. Anna appreciated the Norwegian brunette's new cynical approach to life. She reached out a hand.
"Think you can help me up?"
The Norwegian girl firmly gripped Anna's hand and pulled her up. The exhausted Ukrainian put her arms on Anita's shoulders to keep herself on her feet. Anita's eyes were as green as they had ever been and contrasted beautifully with the yellow and brown autumn colours all around them. She could smell Anita's sweat and felt the warmth of her breath against her face, penetrating the cold October air. She guessed the moment was now.
Anna gave Anita one look. Just one look into her beautiful green eyes and everything was changed. One look and Anita was transformed from a good old friend and running mate, to Anna's unquestioning servant. It was almost two years now, since that fateful day in the locker room when Anna had noticed Anita's infatuation with her and ordered her to go down on her. Her pussy first, then her ass. The Norwegian brunette had never looked back. "She ate your pussy and discovered the meaning of life," Mona would joke. "Staring into your ass she actually saw the light!" They would meet weekly in a toilet in a deserted wing of the high school building, Anna to receive, Anita to give. Anita would worship the Ukrainian's cunt and anus for as long as Anna let her. Sometimes just a couple of minutes, sometimes, like, half an hour or more. In the latter case, Anita's athleticism and stamina served her well -- she just kept eating and eating like her life depended on it. If she'd be late for her next class, so be it. It was Anna who decided when it was time to end. And when it ended, it ended. Unceremoniously, with a kiss on the cheek at most. "I have German class now." Or "Mona is waiting." Or even, "I feel like a cola zero. Can we stop?"
First, Anna thought Anita would soon get tired of this. The one-sidedness of it all. For Christ's sake, this was Anita, the hottest girl in school. Even officially, after a vote held just before the final high school exams last year where their fellow students -- mostly males but a few fun-loving females too -- voted Anita the school's sexiest girl, with a one-vote margin over Anna! So like, seriously, at some point Anita would just tire of being Anna's lesbian servant. At some point, the young and beautiful Norwegian giver would find someone else to worship. But no. For the Nordic youngster the allure of Anna's pussy and anus never seemed to fade. On the contrary, with every passing week, with every Wednesday or Tuesday afternoon spent glued to Anna's pussy, Anita just got more and more addicted to the young Ukrainian. She had a boyfriend, but compared to Anna he had as much significance in her life as a used Q-tip. Anna -- on one of her more evil days -- had even made sure about that. Once, Anita and her boyfriend had bought tickets for the ferry to Denmark and were supposed to leave early in the morning. One sms from Anna was all it took for Anita to cancel all her plans and leave her boyfriend with two useless ferry tickets and a double room in central Copenhagen already paid for. Five words: "Come to my place now." Oh my God, that was such an evil thing to do! Mona, of course, totally admired her for it. "Baby, you're so cruel. You have turned Anita, everybody's favourite girl, into your sex tool, your sex slave on call 24/7 for to satisfy all your sexual whims." Afterwards, Anna felt a little bad about it all. But she had proven her point. Anita was hers. Her devotee, in Anna's words. Her sex slave, in Mona's words.
Anna held Anita's gaze for a few more seconds, still trying to catch her breath after the exhausting last interval up the hill. She stared at Anita with dizzy eyes, breathing heavily into her face. The Norwegian brunette looked more irresistible than ever with her face flushed and strands of hair clinging to her sweaty cheeks. The Ukrainian had an idea.
"Can you take off my shirt?"
Anna lifted her arms and Anita pulled off her sweaty t-shirt.
"Now lick my armpits."
Anita's lips parted.
"Wait, smell them first."
Two seconds later Anita's nose was buried in the Ukrainian brunette's armpit. Anna leaned back against the oak tree and sighed with contentment. She closed her eyes and just listened to Anita's sniffing sounds, enjoying the feel of the Scandinavian girl's nose probing her sweaty armpits.
"Now you can lick."
Anita's tongue came out to lap up the Slavic girl's salty sweatyness. This was so cool, why hadn't she thought of it before? Anita repeated the trick with Anna's other armpit. The Ukrainian was purring like a cat.
"Ok. My pussy now."
Anita got down on her knees and Anna unceremoniously pulled down her running pants and then her white panties. The Norwegian girl's face was just inches from her hairy cunt. Anna knew the scent down there must be strong -- they had been running for well over an hour and she hadn't showered since yesterday. She also knew that this was probably Anita's favourite scent in the whole world. It wasn't the first time she would go down on Anna in connection with sports.
The Ukrainian sighed deeply as the beautiful Norwegian buried her face in her cunt. The complete devotion, the raw thirst with which Anita was licking her... nothing could rival it. Anna dug her fingers into Anita's long brown hair, using Anita's head and the oak tree as support as she almost felt her tired legs give away.
"Lick me Anita, don't stop..."
The clear, cold late-October air, the smell of decomposing leaves, the last rays of heat from the sun that was slowly setting behind the lake... The bark of the oak tree scratching her back, Anita's gorgeous face between her legs. Fuck, she had missed Norway so much! She came once, then pushed Anita's head tighter against her cunt, she wanted more. Anna knew that Anita's thirst for her pussy was unquenchable and took full advantage of it. The Norwegian placed her hands firmly on Anna's naked hips to steady her, the Ukrainian came once more, too exhausted to scream.
"Fuck, that was good."
She somehow managed to sit down, the ground mercilessly cold against her naked little ass.
"Can we just take a small break? I'm fucking devastated."
This was a first in their relationship. There had never been any pauses. But Anna simply wasn't physically capable, after all those intervals up the hill. Plus she felt like talking to Anita. She had thought a lot about her lately.
"Have some of this," Anita suggested, sitting down next to her Eastern-European friend.
The Scandinavian girl produced a plastic bottle.
