January, 2023
I was falling for her and I was falling deep. It hurt like hell but there was little I could do.
When I turned up for volleyball training the following Monday, I wasn't expecting kisses and warm embraces and non-stop flirtatious looks in my direction. Not at all. But maybe, just maybe, some kind of acknowledgement or something. I mean, two days before I had gone down on her in my bedroom. I had tasted her pussy. Anita's pussy. She had let me do that. Why? I had no idea, because now I couldn't even get eye contact with her.
It was like nothing had ever happened between us. She was cold to me, but not colder than usual either. No, she behaved exactly like she would have one week ago. But, like, seriously, I had licked her pussy! My tongue had been inside her after that 5-set game on Saturday. I even recall having her taste in my mouth when I woke up early Sunday morning! In fact, I didn't eat or brush my teeth for almost the whole day just to keep the taste of her there. Eventually, Stina forced me to have a bowl of cereals. "But you will taste her again, I promise you," she was persuading me while pouring milk. I wasn't so certain...
Then on Saturday we had another game, away to Dresden. My ankle had healed and I was selected for the team. What would normally have filled me with excitement -- returning to competitive volleyball after weeks of injury -- turned out a complete anti-climax. My head was just Anita, Anita, Anita, there was no way I could focus on the game. I made up an excuse about suddenly getting my period and spent the game on the bench. Anita's performance, needless to say, was as stellar as ever. My obviously miserable state didn't affect her one iota.
But it HAD happened. It had been my tongue in between those perfect, toned thighs, doing what every single girl on our team was dying to do. When the game was over -- we clinched another tight 5-set victory -- I watched as the girls embraced and celebrated. I looked at Anita, her face flush with perspiration. At least I had that: Among all the girls here, I alone knew exactly what her sweaty body would taste and smell like in that moment. I had tasted Anita, the true Anita, not some soaped up, perfumed version. She had let me do that and, seriously, could any girl ask for more?
Well, yeah, a glance perhaps. Just a glance from those criminally beautiful green eyes. She couldn't even give me that so after that game I just stopped going to volleyball practice altogether. Pretty much stopped going anywhere.
* * *
I hadn't left the house all day. Most of it I had spent in bed binging on some 80s German detective series called Derrick that my uncle had recommended to me. It was half past midnight and I would just finish that episode, take a shower and go to bed. Hopefully, Stina and Varya and their guests from Freiburg wouldn't make too much noise when they returned from Simon Dach Strasse in the early morning. Varya had invited her cousin Irina and her Polish girlfriend, Ewa or something, to stay with us for the weekend. She and Stina had met them at Hauptbahnhof and taken them directly to the party district. I was in no mood for that or anything else and had resisted all of Stina's endeavours to get me to come along.
I was just about to consume my tenth or so tangerine for the day -- the peel was all over the bed -- when I heard merry girls' voices -- both familiar and unfamiliar -- from outside the door. I checked the time. Seriously, it was only 25 to one and they had decided to return home already? Had they fallen out or something? Well, it didn't sound like that, I recognized my sister's laughter. Maybe Irina and that Polish girl were exhausted after travelling all day?
"Malin, seriously, you're still in bed?"
Stina entered my bedroom alone and sat down next to me.
"Baby, you cannot spend your life like this. Join us for a nachspiel in the kitchen. Irina and Ewa are so cool, you're gonna love them."
"No, not tonight. I don't feel like --"
"You need to get that stupid Norwegian cunt out of your head, she's not worth it! Meet some new people!"
I wasn't leaving my bed.
"Please, Malin. Just... do it for me!"
I looked at her and that was a mistake, 'cause not a soul in the world could resist my beautiful sister's pleading ocean-blue eyes. She had always been able to use them with anyone to get whatever she wanted.
"Fine, bring them in here if you want."
"In here?"
"Yeah, there's space on the bed I guess, I don't care," I said and shrugged my shoulders.
Stina smiled, gathered all the tangerine peel and threw it in the garbage.
"My little tangerine junkie!" she laughed and gave me a wet kiss on the cheek. I sensed the familiar scent of her hair. "See you in five then, sis!"
I guess that gave me time to, like, comb my hair or something, I probably looked like shit. I thought about it for a second and then decided to have another tangerine instead. I put on a playlist with old Motown tunes and soon I heard a knock on the door.
Our guests from Freiburg. Freiburg, that's almost like fucking Switzerland or something, the other end of Germany. Why would they bother to come all the way to Berlin? I looked over at them and raised my hand as a welcoming gesture.
"Sorry for the mess."
Yeah, that was Varya's cousin all right, somewhat less tall and with even darker hair than her close relative. She was stunning. Dark hair, dark brown eyes -- she looked like a stewardess from the Orient Express. She had a petite build, small breasts, but nice, feminine hips and a round ass inside a pair of semi-tight 501 jeans.
Then there was the other one. The Polish girl, Irina's girlfriend. Attractive for sure, perhaps not as strikingly beautiful as Irina, but.... A petite frame like her Russian girlfriend, though with slightly fuller breasts -- they actually looked really nice and soft inside her blouse I figured after a second glance. Her medium-length brown hair was maybe unexceptional but I noticed her intriguing, intelligent blue eyes. So that was Ewa (pronounced like Eva).
They had bought some kind of sparkling rose wine of the very cheapest variety in a nearby Späti and the bottle went around. Varya told me they'd had several shots in Primitiv - they were all in a joyful mood, with the seeming exception of the Polish girl, who didn't say much. I thought maybe I could see her sending a glance or two in my direction. Or maybe not, who knows. What social skills did I have left after two weeks in self-imposed isolation?
"Baby, are you sure you don't want anything?" my sister said, "I'd be happy to make you a long drink!"
"Poor heart-broken Malin," Varya intervened, "what can we do to cheer her up?"
I gave Varya a very stern glance -- I did not want any talk about my "condition" or whatever it was. No fucking mention of Anita. She took the hint and changed topics.
"You finally believe me now, Irina? How absolutely supersonically fucking gorgeous my new girlfriend is?"
"Well I did believe you," Irina protested back at her cousin. "At least after you showed me all the photos and movie clips with her."
Stina looked alarmed.
"No, take it easy, baby," Varya reassured her. "I didn't show her the one where you were stripping for me!"
"Well I hope not," my sister sighed.
She was also tipsy, normally she would have been embarrassed and looked away.
"Of course I wouldn't, 'cause that was just for me, wasn't it?"
Stina smiled. She was soaking up the attention tonight.
"Only for you."
"Hear that?" Varya declared proudly. "So all of you little desperate lesbians here, you need a lot of help from your imagination if you wanna see this beautiful creature naked. 'Cause she's mine and only undresses for me!"
