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Ostkreuz, Berlin, mid-December 2018
It was still pitch black outside. Anna woke up and she was sweating. The first thing she did was to look over to her right. Still no Mona. The young Ukrainian grabbed for her mobile in the dark.
“Chilling in Wedding with Nadia and Heike. Home soon. Love u 4ever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”
At least some sign of life. Anna couldn’t ask for much these days. Nadia? Anna had to think. Oh yeah, the attractive Syrian girl that hangs out in Primitiv all the time. She was sharing an apartment in Wedding with a German girl and a girl from Latvia. Wedding, the other end of town. So no Mona for another while and God only fucking knows what other stops she’d make before she showed her freckled face here again. Or what substances would be sniffed or swallowed on the way…
Fuck, Anna was sweating! She ran her hand from her shoulder and down across her chest. The area between and right under her breasts was slick with perspiration. Her bed sheets were sticky. She looked over at the window and remembered. Earlier that night she had woken up freezing and for once she had closed the window and even turned up the radiator.
Her bed sheets were so sticky they were useless. She grabbed Mona’s instead. The redhead could borrow a flying carpet from her new Arab best friend and use that as bed sheets when — or rather if — she came back!
Anna opened the window again and crawled back under the bed sheets. Mona’s bed sheets.
Stupid fucking Mona! Not only was she in God-forsaken Wedding but now her scent on the sheets was messing with Anna’s desire to fall asleep again as quickly as possible.
Anna buried her nose in Mona’s blanket and inhaled deeply. Peach. Ripe peach. At least Mona’s smell was still the same as it had always been. Some things never changed, thank God.
If Mona had been here, Anna would probably just have snuggled up to her, buried her face in her armpit and slowly fell asleep again. Now she was left here by herself. With just her own body. Her own sweaty body. The 20-year old brunette put her arm behind her head and her nose in her armpit. The odor was distinct but not unpleasant. Not as strong as when Anita had been sniffing her in the Norwegian forest a little over a month ago though…
Anna was fucked. Mona’s scent in the bed sheets, her own sweaty armpits, the memory of Anita smelling and eating her in the middle of the forest. Anna sniffed her girlfriend’s bed sheets again. “Your loss, Mona,” she thought to herself. Because the Norwegian redhead loved it when Anna just took her. Like, just started eating her while she was still asleep. Had Mona been here now. But she wasn’t. It was just Anna.
She stretched her arm further back so that she could access her armpit with her tongue. The taste was familiar and salty. She sniffed again. For Anna, there was hardly a stronger aphrodisiac than sweat. Mona’s sweet, Marianne’s sweat, Anita’s sweat, Luna’s sweat. Her own sweat.
Once, her own body had been the only body she had access to. With her virgin days long gone, she had sampled the smell and taste of many other female bodies. Although, not as many as some people thought. Increasingly, Anna was relying on a small circle of lovers that she liked to return to.
Apart from Mona, and Marianne of course, there was Anita, her devotee. She loved Skype’ing with her, they could talk forever about music. Sex was never brought up in those conversations. It was a ritual that just happened whenever they met.
Then there was the latest addition. Luna, the boredom-adverse attention-seeking niece of her one-time Italian lover Valentina. With the young Italian she had been Skype’ing almost daily in various states of undress lately. Luna was, next to Mona, possibly the most sexual person she had ever met.
And there remained the unfinished business of some kind of sexual action with her own sister Tanya. But other than that, Anna didn’t feel the need or even desire to go out and pick up girls anymore. She was happy as long as she didn’t have to pick up Mona who had passed out somewhere!
Things used to be different. The first year after Anna and Mona moved to Berlin, hardly a day passed by when they wouldn’t go out. Sometimes they’d return home with a girl or get invited somewhere. That’s how she’d met Valentina. Then… Mona’s social and sexual life had taken a different path from Anna’s. The Norwegian girl doubled down on partying and started adding drugs into the mix. Through her dealer and in techno dungeons she made new friends. Anna instead became increasingly confined to their own neighbourhood. She loved hanging out in local Ostkreuz bars, where all the bartenders knew her by name. In the beginning, she had done drugs with Mona and it had been fun, but the novelty soon wore off. “Law of diminishing returns,” as her Economics professor would have put it.
She looked at her mobile again. 5.15. Too early to wake up Luna for virtual sex. Anita had early classes tomorrow, so did Marianne. So it seemed Anna was trabzon escort stuck with her own body for tonight. And in all honesty she could think of worse bodies to be stuck with.
Her hands wandered all over her body. She squeezed her breasts — those breasts that were the fantasy object of so many a girl. Like, even her own sister had kissed them! Then her hands ran down her perfect belly, across her navel and down to the thick tuft of pubic hair that shielded her pussy. Yes. There was wetness there already. Anna brought her hand back to her face and sniffed it. No wonder Mona, Marianne, Anita, Luna and practically every other girl in the universe was dying to put their lips there!
Squirming and moaning softly, Anna let her hands wander all across her slender, supple body, revelling in the natural smoothness of her skin and the stickiness of her perspiration. She seized every chance to lick her shoulders, arms, breasts, hands — anything that came within reach of her fantastic mouth!
Anna could hear her heart beating faster, her breathing becoming more agitated. She spit on her shoulder and rubbed her nose in it. She was crazy about the smell of her own saliva on Mona’s pale skin, but this was almost as hot. Even the heat of her own breath turned her on.
Her fingers made contact with her cunt again and it was a hairy, sticky mess there. Now she was wet, really wet. She inserted her middle finger into her vagina, soaking it in girl juice. Had there only been a way she could go down on herself! She put her soaked finger inside her mouth and wrapped her lips thirstily around it. Wow, lucky Mona who could taste that heavenly liquid directly from Anna’s cunt!
Not tonight though.
Braindead Mona! She would SO have loved this. Anna’s tongue all over her body, Anna’s fingers inside her, multiple divine orgasms followed by Anna just placing her hairy cunt firmly on her face and ordering her to put her finger deep inside her asshole.
Her asshole. Anna sighed deeply. Fine, if Mona wasn’t here to finger it, Anna would have the pleasure all to herself. Great, Mona, what a genious move! You’d rather be sniffing coke than sniffing Anna’s ass? Your fucking loss, you stupid Norwegian cunt.
The 20-year old brunette coated her finger in saliva and moved over to her side. She caressed her pert young ass cheeks. They felt perfect against Anna’s hands, but the destination of her finger wasn’t her buttocks but the little brown hole that lay between them.
Her anus had already soaked up some moisture. Pussy juice, sweat. She gently probed it with her finger. No, she definitely needed more saliva. The young Ukrainian put her finger back into her mouth and added more saliva, thicker saliva. She made sure her finger didn’t touch anything on the way down, all the spit was reserved for her asshole. She pushed up her knees a little, stretched down her arm, readjusting herself to find the optimal position. Her anus was as tight as ever. You’d think that with the passing of years, with Mona’s fingers making so many visits, with things coming out of her ass as well on a daily basis, you’d think that her anus would loosen up a little. But no, Anna concluded. The entrance to her ass was tighter than ever.
She managed to wiggle the tip inside, but she was far from satisfied. She needed to go deep tonight. Like Mona would have done if she was here. But sure, dropping E and dancing to braindead techno in some defunct factory was so much better than feeling Anna’s tight anus close itself around her finger!
Anna’s ass was beginning to yield. She adjusted her position yet again to enable her finger to go as far inside as possible.
There, another centimeter. Fuck, this was really exhausting. You needed so much flexibility and acrobatic prowess if you wanted to probe really deep. Baboons were probably great at this, Anna thought.
But ok, she was getting there. She sighed. Her rectum was so warm! Oh yeah, she was really, really deep now. Ok, Mona or Luna or another girl would get even deeper ’cause they’d be entering her from a different angle. But given the physical limitations in place, this was as deep as Anna would ever get inside herself. She sighed again, loudly this time.
With her other hand alternating between her cunt and her lips, Anna knew she could only take it for so much longer. Burying her head in Mona’s bed sheets again and smelling the scent of her absent girlfriend finally took Anna over the edge. The young brunette was a spent, post-orgasmic, sweaty mess when she finally removed her finger from the depths of her ass. She licked it and fell asleep with the taste of herself in her mouth.
* * *
“Anna!!!! Wake uuuuuuuuuuuuup!!!!”
The Ukrainian opened her sleep-filled eyes and was staring right into a familiar freckled face.
“Anna, baby, we have guests, you can’t stay here in bed.”
Oh no. Of course, she had to bring guests.
“Mona, please. Just… Can I just sleep… please.”
The redhead was tunceli escort relentless and started shaking her poor defenseless girlfriend.
“Anna, I told you, we have guests, you have to get out of bed. You have to! I have to show them my trophy girlfriend!”
She felt Mona’s nose rub against hers, her hot breath, a warm, wet tongue penetrate her lips. She wanted to shake the redhead off, but… that tongue felt really nice. It always did. And she was too useless anyway to put up any kind of physical resistance against her hyper-energetic girlfriend.
“Nadia, Heike and Zoya can’t wait to meet you!”
Nadia, the Syrian one. Mona really liked her and had been eyeing her for a while. Heike and Zoya? The two girls Nadia was sharing a flat with. Heike from Germany and Zoya, Mona’s chess partner, from Latvia. Anna had bumped into them in Primitiv one or two times.
“What are you on?” Anna asked.
“Just did a little amphetamine with Nadia and Heike, Nadia has access to some really good stuff.”
Ok, amphetamine, like Anna had guessed. At least not ecstasy. On E, Mona was really weird. And on cocaine she became too loud, Anna didn’t like it. Amphetamine-type drugs were the lesser evil, with them she was basically just super-energized, but otherwise normal, whatever that meant in Mona’s case.
“You know what we also did, me and Nadia? In the toilet at Primitiv?”
Anna could sort of guess.
“We made out and fingered each other.”
Wow. Public toilets. Classy.
“Each other’s pussies!”
Mona looked so proud.
“Yeah I figured that out.”
“But I thought of you as well, Anna. I always think of you, always, you know that! I persuaded Zoya to come along. Zoya! You know Zoya, right?”
“The Latvian chess genius?”
“Not Latvia, Estonia! And yes, my fucking chess nemesis. I have brought her here because I need you to dominate her and turn her into your sex-slave, your Berlin-substitute for Anita. Her constant chess humiliation of your girlfriend cannot go unpunished, Anna!”
Mona was a decent chess player and had played some tournaments in her early teens. The redhead sat up and started pulling at Anna again.
“I promised them my Ukrainian trophy girlfriend would be here, I promised them! At least say hello to them and give them a show of your legs or something.”
Mona kissed her hard again and then decided to run her tongue all over Anna’s face for at least 25 seconds.
“Maybe that woke you up!”
She left the room waving her index finger.
“One minute or I’ll bring Nadia, Heike and Zoya in here!”
Fuck.
Well, Mona’s tongue had sort of woken her up a little bit. Anna rubbed her face with her hands. The Norwegian girl had left her saliva everywhere.
She reached for her glass of water and took a sip. She grabbed her favourite Milan-shirt, a replica of the legendary 1994-kit given to her by Valentina. It was a Men’s XXL, so Anna used it as a pyjamas. The Ukrainian dragged her sleepy body into the kitchen.
“My trophy girlfriend!” Mona shouted. “If I can steal a ring that’s expensive enough, maybe one day she’ll be my trophy wife too!”
Trophy girlfriend, my ass, she hadn’t even combed her hair! Well, if they wanted a beauty contest they shouldn’t have dragged her out of bed this at this ungodly hour.
Anyway, she knew Mona loved the no-makeup, sleepy-eyes, dishevelled-hair morning version of her. She quickly scanned Mona’s guests with her tired eyes. Nadia, the tall and slim Syrian girl, mid-20s, with gorgeous long black hair and a characteristic Arab nose. No wonder Mona had a thing for her. Heike, the German girl, younger than the others. Anna’s height, with small tits and a petite, tight little body. Far too many tattoos for Anna’s taste, but mischiveous blue eyes, kissable lips and her hair in a cool short bob haircut. Its natural colour was blonde, although she had partially covered it blue and green. And, finally, Zoya. Also mid-20s, Anna reckoned. She didn’t seem to be on any drugs, just sitting there nervously trying to fix her eyes on something. Nice face and hair. She was unfortunately wearing a giant fluffy sweater that hid all her shapes.
“Did you girls know that Anna turned one of the objectively ultra-hottest girls in the entire country of Norway — like, at least eleven times as hot as I am and that’s a conservative estimate! — into her private sex-slave? Did you know that?”
“Mona!”
Don’t bring Anita into this! Fucking hell, this was going to be an ordeal. Anna just held up her hands like she had nothing to do with it. She grabbed a Club Mate from the fridge.
“Anna, you know Zoya beat me in chess again this afternoon?” She nodded over at the somewhat awkward-looking Estonian girl. “Not tonight, but at some point someone will just have to eliminate her for me. There’s one chessboard humiliation too many! Can you do it for me, Anna? You’re so beautiful, nobody will expect you.”
“I am not so sure about that,” Nadia objected uşak escort in her sexy Arab accent. “I think Anna is the kind of femme-fatale that absolutely everybody will suspect!”
“You’re so right, Nadia. There is cruelty in Anna’s beauty. Did I mention Anita?”
“Mona!!!!” Anna protested.
“Ok, ok, we’ll leave miserable Anita out of it then. But there’s also Valentina, the Italian investment banker. She was making shitloads of money working for, like, Goldman Sachs or some other evil corporation. Valentina had a perfect life, stunning apartment in Prenzlauer Berg, gorgeous German girlfriend and so on. And guess what. Three weeks after bumping into Anna in a cocktail bar she had left her German girlfriend and was writing Anna love poems in Italian. The evil investment banker writing love poems, imagine that? But that’s what old Anna here does to people.”
Anna just sighed and shrugged her shoulders.
“Valentina is cool,” she said.
“Love poems, imagine that?” Mona laughed. “So how did they go, Anna?”
The redhead started reciting.
“Thine pussy is a most wondrous object.”
She looked over at Anna.
“What is that in Italian, baby?”
Anna finally had to laugh.
“Look, Peaches! Her poems weren’t about my… my pussy. They were more, like, ethereal.”
“Maybe Anna would like you to write her a poem too,” Heike suggested, “have you thought about that, Mona?”
Mona opened her eyes wide at the German girl’s suggestion.
“Is that true, baby? Would you? Would you?”
“Why not?” Anna nodded. “Would be cool sort of.”
“Oh baby, forgive me! I promise I will write you a romantic poem! In Old French!”
Mona was taking a course in Old French at the university this semester.
“Norwegian would be just fine,” Anna replied.
“Ok, promise!”
Mona opened her lips and leaned over to kiss her, but Anna pushed her back gently.
“Poem first, kisses later.”
“I told you all how cruel she is,” Mona complained, crashing on the sofa.
“But…” Anna said, looking over at their guests, “you have permission to make out with Nadia and Heike until the poem is finished.”
The redhead adjusted her position on the sofa so that she was lying on her back. She would have had to spread her legs to be more obvious! Just seconds later and the Arab and the German girl were all over her. It was gonna be crowded on that sofa, but that was not Anna’s problem.
Anna’s immediate problem was of a more Latvian — sorry, Estonian — character. Zoya seemed to have no interest in joining the sofa crowd and looked increasingly out of place, her eyes seeking rest in the snowflakes that had began to fall outside.
Why had she come here at all?
Anna stood up and lent Zoya her hand.
“Let’s let the little rabbit convention here proceed with their shenanigans, shall we? Come with me.”
Zoya looked up at her.
“You can come with me or try to squeeze yourself in on the sofa. Your decision, ten seconds.”
Anna hoped Zoya’s speed-chess experience would facilitate swift decision-making. She held up two hands and her fingers went down one by one. Zoya was really cute — she could see that now — but Anna was still tired and pissed off with Mona and everything. Ten seconds or it was hasta la vista baby — whatever that was in Estonian! — to the timid nerd.
But yeah, she was cute. Anna hadn’t noticed Zoya’s freckles at first. They were a much lighter shade than Mona’s, so you noticed them only when you saw Zoya up-close. Hot girls with freckles were such a sparse commodity — and now this Baltic chess cunt was just gonna sit there and slip through Anna’s fingers?
“Four, three, two…”
Zoya reached out her hand. Finally. Anna breathed a sigh of relief. She kissed Zoya gently on the cheek then led her to the bedroom. The sounds from the sofa were getting louder but Anna wasn’t much concerned and Zoya didn’t look like she was either.
They sat down on the bed and Anna had another revelation.
Green eyes.
First the freckles and now, green eyes. Anita-green.
The poor Estonian thing had no idea what to do with her hands. Anna started stroking one of them to put her more at ease.
Green eyes, freckles and thick brown hair parted in the middle.
“Wow, I love your freckles!”
“Thanks.”
“Obviously, I have a soft spot for girls with freckles.”
“You do?”
She could be a chess champion all day, her conversational skills were those of an autistic turtle.
“Yes, Zoya,” Anna said, very patiently.
“Oh yeah, Mona!”
Zoya had her Eureka-moment.
“So, can you tell me about yourself. Like, what do you do for a living?”
Zoya was sitting on the bedside with her feet on the floor. Anna was sitting cross-legged on the bed. She wanted to tease the Estonian newcomer with her cunt. Like, with the white panties Anna was wearing, Zoya could see she wasn’t shaved. The Ukrainian was pretty sure Zoya didn’t shave her pussy either.
“I give piano classes and do some programming.”
The poor Estonian thing didn’t know where to put her eyes again. The way they were sitting it was pretty hard for them not to rest on Anna’s crotch every now and again.
“Zoya… So, you’re, like, part of the Russian minority in Estonia?”
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